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SYNOPSIS.
lieutenant Holton is detached from his
command in the navy at the outset of the
Spantsh-Ameriean wav and assigned to
important secret servicp duty. While din
ling at a AVashington hotel he detects a
waiter in the act of robbing a beautiful
young lady. She thanks him for his serv
ice and gives her name as Miss Ha. Tossa.
a Cuban patriot. Later he meets her at
a ball. A secret service man warns Hoi
top that the girl is a spy. Senor La
Tossa eludes his daughter for her failure
to secure important information from
Holton. She leaves for her home in
Cuba. Holton is ordered to follow her,
They meet on the Tampa train. Miss
La Tossa tells Holton she is a Cuban
spy and expresses doubt regarding the
sincerity of the United States. Holton is
ordered to remain at Tampa to guard the
troop iransports. He receives orders to
land Miss La Tossa. who is considered a
dangerous spy. on Cuban soil. At sea
lie is overtaken by another warship
which takes Miss La Tossa aboard and
Holton is ordered to return to Tampa.
He saves the transports from destruction
at tile hands of dynamiters and reports
to Admiral Sampson for further duty.
Holton is sent to .General Garcia’s com
mand in the guise of a newspaper cor
respondent to investigate Cuban • plots
against the American troops and to learn
the plans of the Spanish navy. He de
tects a trusted Cuban leader in the work
of fomenting trouble among the Cubans
In the interests of the Spaniards. Holton
is seized by friends of the spy and later
ts ordered executed as a spy. He-escapes.
CHAPTER Vlll.—Continued.
The shouts had grown more distant,
and Holton knew that no one else had
stumbled upon the trail, or at least
that was his belief until he heard be
hind him the sound of footsteps patter
ing down the clearing. He paused,
curious to see if it were not one of
the scouts who had located his hidden
alleyway and found his suspicions
true. As the big negro dashed to the
end of the lane, Holton worked his
way to the opening through which he
had just edrne and waited, tense for
the encounter. The man located the
bent branches and with a little grunt
started afresh on Holton’s trail.
It. was the last sound he made for
some time, for, as he burst through,
the American’s fist, launched with
bone-shattering force, landed just two
inches above his chin and down he
went, like a stricken animal.
Holton, with a prayer of thanksgiv
ing. leaned over the huddled figure and
was rejoiced to find that the fellow’
had a revolver and a belt filled with
bullets, in addition to a hunting-knife.
Ali these things Holton appropriated,
and then leaving the negro where he
lay, pursued his way into the forest.
He had marked his direction before
starting upon his flight, his intention
btog. to make t.b.e hills over Santiago
bay, ascertain the location of Cervera’s
fleet, watch for any signs that might,
give hint as to the intentions of the
Spanish admiral, and then make for a
point where he might signal Samp
son’s flagship.
He had no thought of getting clear
away until he had made a strong ef-
He Went Down Like a Stricken Animal.
tort to perform the mission upon which
he had been dispatched.
After walking all day with infre
quent halts in the torrid heat, making
perhaps ten or twelve miles, he came
near sunset to a tall grove of palms.
One of these he climbed and at length
was able to locate his position in a
general way.
It may have been fever working in
his blood, although he felt well, but
through his mind ran something, not a
voice, more an impulse, which kept
suggesting to him to turn to the left.
Finally, staggering and stumbling, half
asleep, he obeyed the inward injunc
tion, and in this way proceeded until
HAD LONG EVADED JUSTICE
Calabrian Brigand Succeeded, in Hid
ing Identity for Many Years in
the United States.
Celanda, the notorious Calabrian
brigand, is again on trial at Catanzaro
Assises in the same grim iron cage in
which, in the year 1868, he heard his
condemnation to thirty years’ hard la
bor for murders. Hardly had he sha
ken off his shackles than he was
ha.iled before the Monteleone Assize
coCrt to expiate an outrageous crime
for which.be served five years in Brin
disi convict settlement.
Calenda then expressed his inten
tion of settling down quietly. This he
did until 1905, when he heard that a
young fellow name Macri had made a,
boast concerning Calenda’s beautiful
niece. Mad with rage, Calenda way
laid him with a gun. The shot miss
ed, but a few nights later Macri was
found pierced through the heart.
The brigand disappeared, and in his
absence he was sentenced to twenty
years’ imprisonment. A few days later
a shepherd stumbled across a couple
at last he fell into a heap, dead asleep.
When he awoke he was shivering.
He realized his weakness but could uot
understand it, being usually a man of
undeviating health, until it occurred to
him that he had not eaten anything
for nearly twenty-four hours.
But he had nothing with him to eat,
and he did not dare discharge his pis
tol at the birds flying all about for fear
•of calling attention to his position in
the jungle. So he arose, tightened his
belt us he had read Indians used to do
when pressed by hunger, and worked
his way on, still holding to the left.
Continuing thus he stumbled sudden
ly upon a clearing, which apparently a
large number of soldiers had left, not
many hours before. There were re
mains of a fire and, better still, scat
tered upon the ground were bits of
hardtack, a whole pineapple and an
abandoned kettle with some boiled rice
remaining in it.
Despite the suggestions of the prox
imity of the Spaniards, Holton sat
down and ate the most satisfactory
meal of his life.
Having eaten, he retired a little dis
tance and lay back in the shadows.
The sun warmed him, and the stiffness
caused by the damp of the night left
him. If, as he had feared, fever had
been in his blood, it had gone now and
this inspired him wonderfully.
He was about to descend when the
flash of something below caught his
eye almost beneath his feet. He looked
closely and caught the flash again, fol
lowed by another flash, then by sev
eral. A flash in this jungle meant pol
ished metal of some sort, and metal of
any sort here meant only one thing—
soldiers.
He strained his eyes downward and
then caught glimpses of a trail, partial
ly hidden from his view by bushes. On
the side of the trail nearest to the
eastward the. land fell sharply away
into a wide valley, the opposite sides
of which were bush and tree-covered
hills just as on his side.
And now as he looked, the situation
dawned clear upon him. For he could
see men moving, falling back along the
trail, and eventually debouching into
bushes on either side.
Holton’s heart beat quickly. He re
membered what the Spaniards had said
of Americans marching from the direc
tion of Siboney, and he knew that
right before his eyes the Spaniards
were arranging an ambush for them.
But what could he do? Almost any
moment a detachment of Spanish sol
diers might come upon him. His
slightest movement would tend to at
tract the attention of some of them.
What was happening? Suddenly
from the distance there came what
sounded to Holton like the clatter of
steel on steel. He at once recognized
it as the sound a scabbard makes
when it strikes against a spur.
Hastily he looked down at the Span
ish position, but not a sign of a soldier
could he see. The trail was deserted,
the surroundings were as quiet, as
peaceful as the heart of a jungle. It
was too quiet, Holton thought.
Suddenly the situation dawned clear
—his countrymen were walking into a
deadly trap! And he was powerless to
help them.
Then, as though a voice had whis
pered in his ear, he started up. Was
he helpless? Yes, if he was consider
ing himself. If fear of consequences
to him personally were to be weighed,
he was perfectly helpless. But not
otherwise. Providence could not have
smiled more benignly upon the Ameri
cans than in placing him just where
he was—provided he justified the
providential processes with the nerve
of a hero.
He rolled half on his side, loosened
his revolver in its holster, and then
drew it out. No more sounds come
. from the trail, and yet, somehow, there
was the impression of movement down
there, a subconscious feeling of the ap
proach of men.
Holton, his eyes strained ahead, his
! ears alert for the slightest sound,
! started convulsively as a campaign hat
■ appeared for an instant through a rift
1 in the high grasses qn the valley side
1 of the trail.
Then, flattening himself rigidly upon
1 the ground, he pointed his pistol in
- the direction of the Spaniards beneath
i- him, and pulled the trigger. The sharp
■ report of the forty-four tore through
• the dead stillness with nerve-racking
E violence. It clattered across the val
■ ley in a hundred echoes. And then, as
1 though both nature and man had been
; of bodies on the mountain where Ca
lenda was known to be in hiding. The
. two murdered men had given evidence
against him. They had been shot in
the back by bullets of a pattern that
Calenda was carrying. The judicial
i authorities increased the penalty to
j one of life-long incarceration, and
i carabinieri were dispatched to scour
5 the mountain fastnesses in hopes of
- capturing him.
Meantime Calenda, furnished with a
3 false passport, was on his way to New
3 York. No more was heard of him till
3 1911, when an Italian detective, drop
- ping into a Brooklyn pharmacy, recog
nized the ex-brigand in the chemist’s
- assistant. Hence his expulsion from
3 the United States and his reappear
i ance to answer for two murders and
t, two other attempts at murder. This
1 is the fourth time that the court has
- been occupied in judging his blcod
deeds.
3 —.
Protect the Landscapes.
a Prussian police are empowered to
Y prohibit the defacement of landscapes
r by the erection of billboards and
3 other signs and pictures.
shocked into inanition, there followed
a few seconds of pulseless silence.
Again Holton’s pistol rang out. This
time, from the direction of the hidden
advancing forces, there came several
short, sharp commands. As Plolton
lay hidden, thankful that the Spaniards
had evidently attributed the shots to
some overanxious soldier on their own i
side, he saw two Cubans steal along
the trail and behind them a gigantic
young sergeant in the uniform of a
Rough Rider.
Close behind him were four men.
They were picking their way stealth
ily. There was no question that Hol
ton’s shots had the desired effect.
Then, as he looked, several long,
lancelike lines of flame darted out of
the bushes in which the Spaniards lay.
The valley resounded with a racketing
uproar. He saw the big Rough Rider
sergeant stop short with a look of sur
prise upon his face, saw his jaws set
grimly, saw him advance a step, and
then heave forward on his face, block
ing the trail with his body.
The bushes beneath Plolton were
now dafting sheets of flame and the
gases from the smokeless powder drift
ed upward and into his nostrils.
From the American side he heard a
crashing as the main body rushed up
into action or deployed into the grass
to the eastward of the trail and then
suddenly out of the thicket came the
roar of the Krags. Holton thrilled
with pride as he noticed that the aim
of the Americans was low and that the
shooting discipline was excellent.*
The firing was incessant and Holton,
whose activities with his revolver had
brought a volley or two in his direc
tion, now ceased firing and began to
work his way into the valley toward
the American position. He had not
gone far when the advancing lines
swept upon him.
"Hello, Bud,” cried a tali, swarthy
faced sergeant from a New Mexican
ranch, “what’re you doin’ way out
here?”
Holton smiled and was about to re
ply when a red light suddenly flashed
before his eyes and he clapped his
hand to his forehead, for it seemed as
though a red-hot brand had suddenly
been clamped upon it. Then merciful
ly came darkness.
And as hd lay thus in the tall grass,
his eyes closed, blood stx-eaming down
his cheeks and coagulating in the hot
sun, the Rough Riders met the regu
lars from across the valley, while four
companies revolved around the left
end of the hidden enemy and then, as
the Spaniards later put it, “they start
ed to catch us with their hands.”
For a mile and a half these men,
who had marched into what approxi
mated a deadly surprise, chased the
Spaniards, sent them flying hastily
from three successive barricades until
finally, in utter route, they abandoned
all thought of further interference
with the American movement and fell
back on the trenches before Santiago.
But Holton did not witness this
triumph of Guasimas. Long after the
thin blue line had swept on up the val
ley he lay as he had fallen, vultures
flying over him and terrible land-crabs
rattling about, seeking for that food
which death alone makes palatable to
them.
CHAPTER IX.
Before San Juan.
Ages seemed to have passed when
Holton was aroused by a pleasant
voice and the sensation that some re
vivifying fluid had been forced down
his throat. Some very sympathetic
hand was touching his head and a
genial voice was addressing him.
“Come, old man, you’re all right. The
bullet just clipped your very thick
head and glanced off.”
Holton opened his eyes and saw a
tall, broad-shouldered surgeon bending
over him.
“How do you feel now?” he asked.
“Bully,” smiled Holton. “I think I’ll
get up, if I may.”
“Oh, you can get up just as soon as
you think you feel sufficiently strong,”
replied the surgeon. He looked at
Holton closely. “You're not of our
outfit. Correspondent, aren’t you?”
Holton smiled and shook his head.
“No, my name is Holton, a lieuten
ant in the navy.”
“The navy! Gad! You must have
been spoiling for a landlubbers’ scrap,
then.
“I came in from behind Santiago,”
volunteered Holton, “and ran into this
FEEL WORTH OF PROGRESS
People of South American Metropolis
Keep More Than Abreast With
the Spirit of the Day.
Though perhaps without intending
to do so, Mr. Bryce in his “South
America” delivers a little lecture to
the large American cities. He is tell
ing about Buenos Aires, and how it
is something between Paris and New
York. The streets are filled with
fashionable crowds and “nowhere in
the world does one get a stronger
impression of exuberant, wealth and
extravagance. The opera house and
the races and the park show one side
of the activities of this sanguine com
munity and the docks and the port
show another. Twenty years ago sea
going vessels had to lie two or three
miles off Buenos Aires, discharging
their cargo by lighters and their pas
sengers by small launches and partly
by high wheeled carts which carried
people from the launches ashore
through the shallow water. Now a
long, deep channel has been dug and
is kept open by dredging, up which
THE FROSTBURG SPIRIT, FROSTBURG, MD.
fight by accident. I have important
information for Admiral' Sampson, if
you think I can get to the coast”
“You certainly can. I am sending a
couple of wounded men down to Sibo
ney now on horesback. I have anoth
er pony which you may borrow —re-
member, borrow,” laughed the surgeon.
I “Be careful to keep that first-aid
bandage on your head and by tonight
you’ll be all right. Not even a head
ache.”
"Thanks.” Holton, aided by the sur
geon, got upon his feet, swayed weak
ly a moment with the other's arm
around him, and then, getting his
swimming head to rights, he walked
slowly toward the trail.
A hospital attendant stood there
holding two horses, and one of these
the surgeon took and assisted Holton
into the saddle.
“You can leave the nag at our camp
in Siboney and I’ll get him,” he said.
“By the way, my name is Church.”
“Bob Church, of Princeton?” ex
claimed Holton, recalling now that he
had seen that broad-shouldered young
doctor on many a hard-fought gridiron.
“The same,” was the smiling reply.
"Well, Bob Church, I owe you one,”
A Red Light Suddenly Plashed
His Eyes.
rejoined Holton. “I used to try to emu
late your deeds on the eleven at An
napolis, but I don’t t ever suc
ceeded.”
“Oh, yes, you did!” exclaimed the
surgeon. "Holton —Holton —Tommy
Holton —I place you now. I think
they put something like All-America
end after your name, a dognee they
never conferred upon me.”
Holton blushed; and then, thanking
his benefactor, once more he passed
on down the trail, in company with
two privates, wounded in the legs.
As Plolton wandered down a lino of
tents, he ran into Aldridge, Buxton
1 and Fisher, all of the flagship New
York. He fairly flung himself into
their arms, and, overjoyed at seeing
them for themselves not only, but be
cause of the opportunity it gave him
of getting the information he had ob
tained through to Admiral Sampson.
; After lunching with his friends as
' guests of the junior officers of the
1 Third cavalry, Holton made his way
; to General Shatter’s headquarters.
• The general was sleeping and could
not be awakened, but Holton retailed
; his information concerning the spy to
• Lieutenant Miley, who received it
with great politeness and apparent
1 gratitude, but obviously with little
' faith either in the fealty or the ef
ficacy of the Cubans —a state of mind
that Holton found prevalent among
1 most of the officers of the army.
The army had been ordered to
1 move to El Paso, or rather in the di
rection of El Paso, and there was
t much to engage Plolton's interest.
' The trail leading into the jungle was
congested with light artillery, ambu
lance wagons and marching men.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
) Possible Explanation.
Some prophets are without honoi
in their own country for the reason
’ that it is harder to fool people when
) ! they are well acquainted with you.
J large steamers find their way to the
very edge of the city. Docks many
. miles in length have been constructed
to receive the shipping and large
stretches of land reclaimed and huge
warehouses erected and railway lines
, laid down alongside the wharves.
! “Not Glasgow when she deepened
, her river to admit the largest ships.
_ nor Manchester when she made her
t ship canal, hardly even Chicago when
j she planned a new park and lagoons
! in the lake that washes her front,
i showed greater enterprise and bolder
r conceptions than did the men of’Bue
j nos Aires when on this exposed shal
-1 low coast they made alongside their
3 city a great ocean harbor.
“They are a type of our time, in
t their equal devotion to business and
. pleasure, the two and only deities ol
3 this latest phase of humanity.”
Pigeon Slopped Clock.
r A pigeon flew against the face of
1 the Ipswich (England) town hall clock
3 and was caught between the minute
i hand and the dial. The clock wa3
I stopped for an hour until the bird was
i liberated.
Figured Satin Makes Rich Coat
GRACEFUL enveloping coats of fig
ured and brocaded fabrics, espe
cially those of satin, are luxurious
beyond all other garments except
those of rich fur. In these figured
satin coats the design breaks up and
enhances the sheen of surfaces. Their
high luster forms a playmate for
color and light and the three dance
together upon them.
If one is looking for the luxurious,
It is to be found in these garments.
In the new, and what are termed
“fancy," colors these coats are only
suited to high occasions. Oftener
they are developed in gray, or taupe,
or in some rich brown shade and are
more generally useful. Perhaps gray
is the happiest choice of color for
them; it is at home everywhere and
It is very elegant and —by comparison
•—quiet. The figured satin coat does
not pose as quifet, however —it is a
showy garment.
Linings are in contrasting colors,
but they must be chosen carefully.
Nothing conspicuous will do for them.
For trimming, fur and marabout
come into use. Both these, this sea
son, are dyed into all sorts of colors.
They are, after all, best in natural
colors and in black and white.
PRETTY TURBAN
SUITABLE FOR
YOUTHFUL FACE
DESIGNED for the daughter in
mourning, or for other youthful
faces, this simple turban is a splendid
example of fitness in millinery.
Mourning silk—that is, silk in a
special weave having a rich but dull
surface —makes the band about the
head. It is laid in a triple fold over
a support of buckramette. The baret
ta crown is not so easy to manage as
one might Imagine. First a support
ing crown of crinoline is shaped and
sewed to the brim support. Over this
a thin silk is placed, cut and shaped
to follow the crinoline, exactly.
On the foundation band of buckram
ette a covering of thin silk is first
placed. Over this at its upper edge
a bias fold of crape is stretched. At
the under edge a similar fold of silk
is placed and over this the triple fold
of mourning silk.
The smart crown of crape has final
ly to be placed. It is a little higher
than the supporting crown of crinoline
and is indented about the outer edge.
The crape must be tacked to the foun
'' J
lation with invisible stitches, as other
wise it will not stay in place. The
crown is made of a circular pieoe of
with the raw edge turned under and
blind-stitched into a narrow hem.
The extra fulness of crape is laid
in irregular folds at any place on the
band where it becomes necessary to
dispose of it. This depends upon the
shape of the crown. It will be seen
that the crape is almost plain across
the front, but has considerable ful
ness at the right side and apparently
less at the left.
The crape lies almost plain across
the back -<ff the shape also. The
hemmed edge is tacked to the upper
edge of the band with its fulness dis
posed of in thic way and this finishes
the hat except for the small flat bow
Brown fox. martin, skunk and fitch
are among the most fashionable furs
and favorites as a finish on satin
coats. Marabout, next to fur (in the
natural color), looks well on them.
The coat of figured satin looks luxu
rious and comfortable and when made
right, its performance is up to its ap
pearance. It is expensive, but it ex
cuses this characteristic by unusual
beauty.
Similar coats of figured crepe cost
less, but cannot be classed as Inex
pensive. Mattelasse makes a beauti
ful coat much like its prototype in
satin.
In spite of the vogue for shorter
coats than those worn last winter,
there are plenty of examples of long
coats in satin and in fur. Robert, of
Paris, shows a model in sealskin
trimmed with martin, much longer
than the coat pictured here. Max
shows one in moleskin trimmed with
pure ermine considerably shorter. So
the matter of length need not deter
one from choosing a coat longer than
those popularly worn and by this
means achieving long, graceful lines
and the utmost of the suggestion of
comfort and elegance.
JULIA BOTTOMLEY.
made of the silk and sewed to the
band at the right side.
The home milliner who knows how
to sew neatly may undertake this hat.
It is one of the few crape hats which
can be trusted to other than profes
sional makers. Mourning millinery is
considered difficult to make even by
professionals. But specialists who have
been trained in the possibilities of
crape achieve marvelous results with
it. JULIA BOTTOMLEY.
Beauty’s Hour Book.
When you rise in the morning n*n
to the window, which should have
been open all night, and take 20 deep,
full breaths.
Practice simple all-around exercises
for five minutes. ,
Take either a warm or cold sponge
bath, or both.
It you do not react well after a cold
plunge, omit it in the future, as it is
not for you.
Go downstairs and 20 minutes be
fore your breakfast drink two glasses
of hot water; not so warm that it
scalds the mouth nor so cool that It
nauseates.
Eat a light breakfast, refraining
from meat.
Take a short walk for a mile or
more, walking along briskly with chest
thrown up and out and head held
erect.
Work.
Twenty minutes before lunch drink
two glasses of hot water.
Eat a simple lunch.
Rest for half an hour.
Work.
Jrt Woman's World.
Sarah Bernhardt is a vegetarian.
Thirteen states now have laws pen
sioning mothers.
Women clerks are being employed
in many of the London banks.
There are over a thousand women
lawyers in the United States.
The wages in the better sort of cot
ton factories in Japan run from 5
cents a day for the youngest children
to 25 cents a day for good women
workers.
For the first time women have been
given a place as co-adjutors in the
creation of an international enterprise
—the Panama-Pacific International
Exposition at San Francisco in 1915.
Proper Care of the Piano.
A small bag of unslacked lime hun s
inside of the piano will catch damp
ness and prevent rust of the wires.
In winter, when the fires are going
and the atmosphere becomes too dry,
it is well to keep a plant in the room
with a piano, but the plant will require
more frequent watering. Wipe the
keys daily with a cloth moistened in
alcohol. If a small linen bag flyed
with camphor is hung on a small nail
on che inside of the piano case it will
prevent moth* fe?a getting into the
felt.'
GENERAL HUERTA
REMAINSDIGTATOR
No Legal Choice in Elections
Held in Mexico.
CATHOLIC PARTY CLAIM LEAD
The Felicitas Mostly Abstain From
Voting Because They Believed
Their Balloting For Diaz
Would Be Useless.
Mexico City.—lt will be impossible
to get even an approximate result of
Sunday’s farcical election for presi
dent and vice-president for several
days, and perhaps not for months.
When the outlying votes will get- in is
not known. It is a fact that all the
returns for the election of Francisco
Madero are not in yet. Huerta has de
creed that the returns must be com
plete by November 10, but everybody
knows that to he impossible.
One thing seems certain—there has
been no legal election. The result is
about as was expected, judging from
the results in the capital, where it was
expected the vote would be up to the
average, where less than 10,000 of the
80,000 eligible voters in the republic
went to the polls.
It would be no surprise if Congress,
the members of which also were voted
for Sunday, declared the elections void
when that body is organized and re
vises the returns.
The leaders of the Catholic party
claimed a long lead, although they
were unable to estimate the number
of votes polled for their candidates,
Federico Gamboa and General Rascon.
If this.claim is correct, It Is gen
erally thought that Gen. Felix Diaz
and Senor Requena ran second. The
Liberal candidates, Manuel Calero and
Flores Magon, had no printed tickets
at the polling places, their constituents
being obliged to write their names in
Wank ballots.
President Huerta did not vote. He
spent the day at his suburban home.
Many of the Felicitas gave as their
reason for not voting that their candi
date, B'elfx Diaz, was being kept away
from the capital by Huerta, and they
believed any voting for him would be
useless.
Manuel Calero. the Liberal candi
date, who was once ambassador at
Washington, did not vote. Instead, he
took his family early in the day into
the country. After he returned he
said:
“I understand the voting was ex
ceedingly dull. Nobody appears to be
lieve in the seriousness of the elec
tion. On account of the political con
dition many refused to vote. I my
self did not. Had we had indirect bal
loting I would have done so, but since
It was otherwise I did not care to cast,
a vote either for myself or any other
candidate.”
Federico Gamboa, the candidate of
the Catholic party, on the ..other hand,
oast ’his ballot for Senor Calero.
Neither of these candidates cared to
express an opinion as to whether a.
sufficient number of ballots had been
deposited to make the elections ef
fective.
Few of those who went to the polls
took the trouble to vote for either sen
ators or deputies.
There is no such thing as a secret
ballot here, everybody being compelled
to declare for whom the vote is cast
and to sign the ballot in the presence
of the officials. This is one of the
great reasons why the Mexican elec
tion must be a fiasco. Very few Mexi
cans under the present conditions care
to put themselves on record politically.
There was a strong guard of police
and troops around the house of Presi
dent Huerta in Liverpool street in the
expectation that there might be some
demonstration, but nothing of the kind
happened.
SEVEN KILLED AT FIRE.
24 Injured Firemen Taken From Ruins
At Milwaukee.
Milwaukee, Wis. —Seven dead fire
men and 24 injured were taken from
the ruins of the store of the Goodyear
Rubber Company here in a fire which
caused a loss of $500,000. It is be
lieved there are several more bodies
in the ruins. The flames broke out on
the second floor, and while the fire
men were fighting the blaze from the
front, and rear an explosion sent the
walls crashing down on 50 firemen.
Rescue companies were sent into the
blazing mass and the bodies of the
dead and injured were taken out.
BABY GETS MORPHINE.
Three-Year-Old Finds Box Of Pills At
Home.
Bloomsburg, Pa. Bessie Smith-,
three years old, of this place, found a
box of morphine tablets, ate a few and
was barely saved from death.
JOHN COX UNDERWOOD DEAD.
Former Lieutenant Governor Of Ken
tucky and Big Odd Fellow.
New York.—John Cox Underwood,
former lieutenant governor of Ken
tucky, died at the Hahnemann Hospi
tal from hardening of the arteries. He
had been ill six weeks. Mr. Under
wood, aside from being prominent
politically in Kentucky, was a high
officer in the Odd Fellows. He was
born at Georgetown, D. C., in 1840.
HAS LAUGH ON THE KAISER,
Miss Leishman’s Wedding Four Days
Ahead Of Time Good Joke.
New York. —New York friends of
Miss Nancy Leishman, daughter of
John G. A. Leishman, former Ameri
can Ambassador at Berlin, are chuck
ling on the way she “slipped one
over" on the German Kaiser by marry
ing the youthful Duke of Croy four
days ahead of the announced wedding
day. The Kaiser and the Duke’s rela
tives objected to the match.