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|jgv LOCK *7#e jjj (Sopys/Gxr jsjs cZzfccztte&ac Co reisiif “ a SYNOPSIS. Rudolph Van Vechten, a young man of leisure, is astonished to see a man enter No. 1313, a house across the ntreet from the Powhatan club, long unoccupied and spoken of as the House of Mystery. BOOK !. CHAPTER ll—Continued. First of all, Van Vechten was struck by this coincidence. Even before in ventorying the man’s semblance, he asked himself how many had preceded him; how many were yet to come. And how did they time their arrival so nicely? There had been something furtive about the second fellow’s admittance, Van Vechten recalled; not particularly on the man’s part, but suggested rath er by the narrow crack which the open door at first disclosed, making one think that the chain had not been re leased until after a parley. And then the aperture had widened only enough for the visitor to squeeze his bulk through, whereupon the door had promptly banged shut. Van Vechten retained merely a sense of absolute darkness beyond the threshold; not the slightest glimpse had he caught ot servant or attendant. The door might have been tended by invisible hands. Again he asked himself: Would the incident be repeated in another hour? The wait between ten and eleven o’clock dragged with most exasperat ing slowness; but the self-appointed watcher’s interest was at such high pitch that he left his third cocktail un tasted. As the hour approached, he darted quick glances along the street in an ticipation of a new arrival. And sure enough, at a minute or two before the hour, here came a third muscular, reso lute-looking young man, not over-fas tidiously attired, who was scanning the house numbers as intently as his two predecessors had done. And just as the chimes in the hall began tolling eleven, he mounted the steps and rang the bell. Van Vechten scarcely breathed, so intently was he following the proceed ings across the street. As before, the door was opened perhaps an inch, a brief colloquy patently ensued, then the gap widened barely enough for the young man to squeeze through. And also as before, the door was slammed without Van Vechten obtaining the least glimpse of whatever mysteries might He beyond. By now he was taking account of time only with reference to Number 1313. He was in such a state of mind that he forgot that he was tired and sleepy, or that he ever had been bored. Other club members—the few unfor tunates anchored to the city—were be ginning to drop in, but Van Vechten was too intent to' give any of them particular notice until Tom Phinney arrived. It was impossible to ignore Tom Phinney. Not that Van Vechten want ed to, because he didn’t—as a rule. Their friendship antedated their col lege days; which was odd enough if one cared to sum up the differences between their two characters. Tom Phinney, never celebrated for his wit, was once inspired to epigram by an appreciation of these tempermental dissimilarities, and as his utterance is not without pith it is worth quoting. He confided to his right-hand neigh bor at a certain formal dinner: “Rud dy not only belongs to a half of the world that’s not wise to how the other half lives, but it’s the half that doesn’t care a rap and would be tired to death if you tried to tell it.” With a lazy lifting of one slender hand,-Van Vechten arrested Phinney’s noisy progress across the. lounging room. As soon as Tom comprehended who was hailing him, his good-hu mored expression died away with com ical rapidity, a' look of mingled amaze ment and alarm taking its place. “Moses and green spectacles!” he voiced in astonishment. “You! Out of bed this time of day? Sunday, too!” He hurried to his friend’s side and ex amined him critically. "Seen a doctor yet? You’d better. If you’re not able I’ll go fetch old Pottle —sleeps here, you know.” These remarks were ignored. “Draw up a chair,” was the response —“no. not that etuffy one; it makes LONESOMEST SPOT IN WORLD Group of Islands in South Atlantic Thousands of Miles From Mainland. “To Let —the lonesomest place in the world.” That is what was said the other day—in much more solemn and offi cial language —by the British govern ment. It lay hidden in the announce ment that bids would be accepted for the leasing and exploitation of the whale fisheries and guano fields of the Nightingale, Inaccessible and Gough Islands, for included among these is Tristan d’Acunha, that remote little rock tucked away in the South Atlan tic, thousands of miles from South America and Africa, the nearest main lands, and long known as the lone somest spot on the face of the earth. St. Helena, where Napoleon died a captive, is lonesome enough, but Tris tan beats even St. Helena. Its only communication with the rest of the world is by means of occa sional ships which touch at its shores while engaged in whale fishing. The me perspire only to look at it—the wil low rocker,” Tom did precisely as he was direct ed. “Well?” he grunted, eyeing Van Vechten with a concern that was only half simulated. But in a moment he felt his gaze impelled to follow his friend’s. “What’s up?” he demanded, staring hard—even belligerently—at the silent House of Mystery. Van Vechten listlessly consulted his watch, stifled a yawn, and then said: “Twenty-two minutes to twelve. I’ll lay you a hundred that while the clock’s striking the hour a chap will go up that stoop, ring the bell and be admitted.” “What do you mean?” —bluntly. “Been tipped off to anything about our House of Mystery?”—the second ques tion with kindling interest. The other, however, shook his head. “The bet’s a fair one,” he said. And he repeated it. “You are always so devilish hard up that I thought you would like to pick up a hundred. You can take it or* leave it.” “Oh, I’ll take you fast enough,” Tom made haste to agree. “Your money’s as good as anybody’s. But sit here till noon? I don’t think! I haven’t break fasted yet." “You pamper that gross appetite of yours. We’ll breakfast together. There will be something to talk about, who ever wins; for, truly, something is happening across the way at last.” Tom was immediately all eager in quiry, but to his importunities Van Vechten opposed the one injunction—- “Wait.” So Tom grumbled and growled to no purpose, and was in and out of his chair a dozen times during the period of waiting, though he made it a point to settle himself there some min utes before the hour of noon. He sat glowering darkly at his friend and ut tering sarcastic remarks which the latter apparently did not hear. However, the alert watchfulness that lay behind Van Vechten’s imperturb ability was infectious, and as the preg nant moment drew nearer and nearer Tom himself fell to scanning the street, which was quiet and oppres sively respectable, and never crowded with traffic of any sort, even on work days. On Sundays it was practically deserted all day long—especially mid summer Sundays. There was no word from Van Vech ten until he quietly announced: “Here he comes.” Tom Phinney craned forward. He beheld a stalwart, "well set-up young man in a shabby suit, approaching on the opposite walk. He scrutinized him intently. Excepting that it was so nicely timed, there was nothing ,dramatic about the man’s advent. Toni even in dulged in a disdainful “Huh!”—not withstanding which he was sensible of a distinct thrill when, a few seconds later, the young man mounted the steps of Number 1313, rang the bell, and after the now familiar preliminary measures on the part of the unseen door-tender, was admitted. And all the while the clock in the club hall was chiming the hour of noon. CHAPTER 111. An Exit. “Alexander!” A page hastening cat-footed, after the manner of all well-trained pages, swerved abruptly from his course and bore down upon the window where the two friends were seated. Van Vechten waved in the direction of Number 1313. “Alexander,” he said, “we are going to breakfast, and we want you to hold these two chairs for us. Keep an eye upon that house across the way—thir teen-thirteen. Observe whether any body departs, or v'hether anybody ar rives, and make careful note of them. If anything unusual happens, come to me immediately in the grill. Under r stand?” Alexander signified that he under stood, and that he was willing to wait and watch —for even the club’s ser vants shared the general, interest in the House of Mystery—and Alexander was already seated in one of the va cated chairs, his eyes glued to the doorway opposite. There were only two other diners in the grill. Van Vechten and Tom sought a secluded corner, where the latter listened in blinking bewilderment to ’ population consists of a handful of people, descendants of shipwrecked mariners, English soldiers who be longed to the troops who guarded Na poleon, and women from St. Helena. In spite of or possibly on account of —its isolation, life on Tristan d’Acunha seems to be pleasant enough. Uneventful it is, but one of the events that do not occur is the commission of crimes. For years no serious crime has been recorded in the island’s annals. One of the conditions made by the British government in its call for bids is that those obtaining the lease of the whale fisheries tnust agree to have every whaler they send out touch at the lonesomest place in the world and thus keep up Tristan d’Acunha’s com munication with the rest of man kind. Good Reason for It. A gentleman who' was raising bees and was the owner of several hives was telling some children they must not bother them at all. One little girl said, “Brother picked up one this morning, but he let right go again.” in of the morning’s happen ings. But, after all, he was no more mystified than the narrator. He was, however, all at once in spired. “I have it!” he impetuously an nounced. “Let’s hurry and eat—l’m not hungry now, anyway. What say to me walking up and ringing the bell at one o’clock?” But Van Vechten’s comment was not encouraging. “Crude,” was his word. “I fear you will never learn anything beyond squash, yachts and polo ponies. Those men are not wandering blindly into the house; the indications all point to a prearranged meeting. They may be the tenants themselves; some sort of secret society—” “Anarchists!” Tom yelled. A thought had but to enter his head to emerge at his mouth. The other two diners looked up, startled; but perceiving the source of the outburst, they returned to their meals with expressions of pa tient endurance. “Yes, anarchists,” Van Vechten agreed; “even so. And you would have a nice, pleasant time getting in —or, once in, getting out again.” “Oh, well, we might try breaking in after dark —jimmy, you know, and all that sort of thing,” a sarcasm which was .frankly ignored. “It has occurred to me,” pursued Van Vechten, picking daintily at his omelette souffle, “that a person who has been at such pains to keep his identity hidden from the rest of the world, is stimulated to d.o so by some powerful motive. If he is a person of intelligence it will be no light matter penetrating his secret; it might be dangerous for the meddler. And it is no business of ours.” “Rats!” Tom Phinney exploded in disgust. “You’re losing interest al ready.” The other elevated his brows and leaned comfortably back in his chair. “Tommy,” he returned weariedly, “I am willing to try anything—once. And, as you know, whatever I under take I see through to the end, what ever that end may be. Just now J am too depressed by this uncertainty about Paige— not to mention its dis agreeable consequences-—to become in terested in anything.” “It is deuced queer you don’t hear from her, isn’t it?” Tom felt called upon to show a polite concern. His friend sighed. “Since my cousin is a woman,” he said, “ ‘queer’ is not the word. Her disregard for my and Uncle Theodore’s plans is just what might have been expected; it is so thoroughly feminine, as you would know well enough if you had a will ful, pretty cousin like Paige. But by the same token I am no more resigned to sit twiddling my thumbs in this 1 bake-oven of a town until she chooses to come home —or at least let me know about when to look for her.” “Just the same,” insisted Tom, “ii she was my cousin I’d be worrying.” “I am, Tommy—for myself, though; : not for her. . . . But I was going to say that we would better let this matter drop; the affair is none of ours.” But Tom Phinney, once his head was set, was not easily turned aside. “No telling what devilish conspiracy is afoot, Ruddy,” he urged; “it’s our duty as good citizens to interfere if we have some reason to think that —” “Slush!” remarked Mr. Van Vech ten without feeling. “I am not a good citizen. According to Paige, I belong to the least desirable class of all —the spenders, the wasters of substance. And I toil not, neither do I spin.” Tom snorted his disgust at such sen timents. , “What bluffers girls are!” declared | he from the lofty height of twenty-five , years’ accumulated wisdom. “I’ll bet Miss Carew don’t believe any such rot ! as that. Can’t a man do as he pleases ( with his own money?” “She says not. A man’s money is , not his own; he is merely holding it in , trust.” Tom, however, had never met Paige Carew, who had lived most of her twenty years abroad, and he had no more tolerance for her opinion than he had for anybody else’s that did not agree with his. “They may be plotting to rob a bank,” he abruptly bent the talk back I to the paramount topic. , Van Vechten regarded him with a far-away look. ! “Or starting a dramatic school,” he added, “or condemning vivisection or . woman suffrage, or something equally | ghastly. Drop it, Tom; that’s my ad . vice. Sitting comfortably at a window . and waiting for whatever surprises our . House of Mystery may have to dis . close, is one thing; actively interfering with Something that does not in the i least concern us, is quite another. If . there really is any mystery, and it is to be dealt with at all, it calls for a . thin, keen blade, not a bludgeon.” “If that’s some of your pink-tea wit,” . growled Tom, “a bludgeon is a mighty good thing to have when you are deal • ing with crooks.” “Doubtless —when the crooks do not ■ fight with rapiers. I’ll give you a chance to break even; you don’t want t to owe me a hundred, I suppose?” The troubled look, result of unwont • ed mental effort, was instantly erased i from the handsome boyish face. f HAD BANK NOTES IN PILLOW i Supposedly Boston Pauper Left a Small Fortune When She Passed Away Recently. I ! Mrs. Bridget Doherty, who until her ' death last week lived alone and appar • ently in poverty In East Cambridge. 1 left a comfortable little fortune of be ' tween $7,000 and SB,OOO, relates the 1 Boston Transcript. This fact was not discovered, however, until the admin -1 istrator of her estate, John H. Hurley, I had carefully searched her modest ( apartment at 57 Sevetnh street. His first scrutiny disclosed a small j box containing $262 in currency and specie, and he supposed that this would be the limit of personal proper ty. He persisted, however, and came next upon four bank books, showing an aggregate deposit of more than , $5,000. i Further research did not reveal ; anything of material value until a i : neighbor suggested that he open the i pillows of Mrs. Doherty’s bed Plung ing his hand into the feathers, accord- THE FROSTBURG SPIRIT, FROSTBURG, MD. “No. 1 don’t. I’m on. If you’i-u be ting nobody will show up at one.” “Either end you like. A hundre says no man will enter thirteen-thii teen at one o’clock.” Which was very decent and accom modating of Van Vechten, considering that he would have been rather sur prised than otherwise if one o’clock came and went without bringing a fresh arrival. And there was another arrival, and he was surprised—very much surprised. And Tom Phinney lost his second wager, too. which ho could ill afford to do. This was the way of it. It was very close to one when they resumed their seats. Alexander, with patient disappointment, reported that nothing at all had happened. Then the clock struck the hour, and a taxi cab whirled madly up and came to a skidding stop in front of Number 1313. A lady hastily descended, a fashion ably gowned lady, who fairly ran up the steps; and before she had time even to touch the bell the door swung open and she darted through the open ing and was swallowed up. Tom was indignant and disgusted. “Now what do you think of that!” — giving the exclamation the slangiest sort of intonation. He was, of course, thinking only of the outcome of the bet. But Van Vechten had not heard. The instant'the woman appeared at the top of the stoop—until then the cab had partially concealed her—he startled Tom into forgetfulness of his disap pointment, by bounding from his chair. At the same time he smothered an ex clamation which, although inarticu late, was a good deal more indicative of agitation and amazement than Tom’s had been. “What the dickens!” Tom cried. Van Vechten slowly sank back into his seat again. “I —I thought—for a moment,” he muttered vaguely. “If I did not posi tively know to the contrary, I shoqld say—” He left it unsaid, however. The cab turned and departed, and the young man sat staring in a perplexed way at the closed door. It was as silent and illegible as it had been for months, the windows all as irresponsive, the sooty facade as sphinxlike. Tom was still contemplating his friend in bewilderment. “You didn’t by any chance think it was Miss Carew, did you?” he asked. The other bent a startled look upon him. “Paige? Heavens, no! Don’t be a blooming idiot. It was a young girl, though. I couldn’t see her face, but for a second I thought she was some one I know —-a much older woman —” The words trailed off. There followed a moment of silence, then he announced with quiet de cision: “Tom, I believe my interest is re viving. If you don’t mind, my deaj fellow, we shall see whether this is an occasion calling for an outsider’s inter ference.” Tom chortled. “Enter, a girl, and the bludgeon is to be supplemented by a ‘keen, thin blade.’ ” “Just so, old man,” drawled his friend. But these two puzzled young men were not afforded much time to ex change views upon the newest develop ment. Without the slightest forewarn ing of the gravity of what was about to happen, Number 1313 gave them the most startling episode so far of the day. , (TO BE CONTINUED.) Rand Gold Industry. The economic value of the South African gold industry and the conse quences to the world at large, should a strike ever close the mines for any length of time, are difficult to esti mate. Last year, according to the London Chronicle, almost 38,000,000 pounds sterling worth of gold was ta ken out of the mines of the “Wit watdrsrand.” A large part of this vast suin remained in the country to be used to pay the wages of the 23,000 Europeans employed in the mines and of the almost 200,000 natives. The recent industrial upheaval in the “Rand” has called more attention to the “Reef” that supplied the whole world with the greater part of its gold, because the money centers of Europe openly feared that even a temporary suspension of work in South Africa would paralyze the world's finances. But, fortunately, this has been averted by the speedy termination of the strike. No English Mountains, There is no long range of moun tains in England, but there are exten sive areas of hill country and many points of considerable height, though not nearly so high as many in this country. The highest point in Eng land is Scofell pike, in the Lake dis trict, 3,210 feet high. The highest point of the Cheviot hills (they say hills instead of mountains) is the Cheviot, 2,670 feet There is a range of hills called the Pennine, the high est point of which, called the Peak of Derbyshire, is 2,088 feet in height. These altitudes are greatly exceeded by many in different parte of this country. Wales has one point higher than any in England, Snowdon. 3.460 feet. ingly, he brought forth two crisp bank notes, each for SI,OOO. Mr. Hurley is now looking about for Mrs. Doherty’s heirs. Curing Wood. Wood has contagious diseases! A stick of wood in a lumber yard may be sick and infect other timbers, whicfc later may develop the disease when they are supporting weights in a new building. Some of the diseases are so contagious that in a building they will jump several feet across masonry or brick to some stick of healthy wood Cures were recently discussed by the American Society of Mechanical En gineers. Most of the diseases are varieties of dry rot caused by a fungus, and most of the varieties of dry rot fungus can not stand heat much over 100 degrees so the most likely cure Is to close a building up tight, if any beams are in fected. and heat it up to 120 or 140 de grees. Even this is not always suc cessful, for ends of beams are buried in the outer brick walls and the heat may not reach them.—Saturday Eve ning Post Dinner Gown in Brocade and Chiffon. ISil '^ll | • .:■ xy .\/'A vvvS>:v. .& ~ • •-- •.. x / x . <' 'qIL **’’> * • - • jfi^ifS THREE views of a handsome dinner i or reception gown are made pos sible by the clever triplicate minor ar rangement, in front of which it was ; posed. The straight skirt, with a i demi-train, is made of crepe having raised velvet roses and foliage scat- ■ tered over the surface. The roses are very large and in a slightly darker : shade than the crepe. The chiffon overdress and bodice re peat the color in the crepe. The un der bodice is of thin silk in a light color. There is a beaded girdle, nar row, and edged with the narrowest border of fur. This tiny edge of dark fur appears again on a small piece of drapery made of the brocade, which is posed on the bodice, extending from under the arms at the belt to the be ginning of the bust. The neck of the bodice is slightly pointed at the back, but is cut square in front. It is shirred over the founda tion and is very simple. The short, full sleeves are set in and edged with a narrow band of the brocade. A but terfly bow of ribbon is posed at the front finished with silk pendents. There is a frill of boxplaited maline about the neck of the bodice which does not extend across the front. Un der this is a lace edging which lies flat to the neck all round and is very at tractive and becoming. Unlike many overdresses, which are wired into the lampshade effect, this NEAT AND DURABLE SERVING APRON IS NOT HARD TO MAKE A SERVING apron must be made to stand weekly tubbing at least, and substantial materials are the only kind worth making up. A good and not very sheer India linen is used in the apron which appears in the illustra tion, and the lace is a strong cotton weave with square mesh and figure. The bib and apron are cut in one miece, with the shoulder pieces cut long enough to reach to the belt in the back. The ties are long enough to make a bow with short ends. After the apron has been cut out the insertion is basted to the right side. Then the fabric underneath it is split and turned back. Over the raw edges bias tape is basted and then machine stitched down. This covers the raw mwTmrm edges and strengthens the apron. The tape, showing through the material, and the even rows of machine stitch ing which fasten it to place make an additional ornamentation to the apron. Hems at the bottom and at the ends of the ties look best when sewed by hand, but few people feel like giving so much time to a detail that is not important. Careful, even machine stitching is decorative and quite good enough. A wide binding of the fabric is placed on the apron at each side and starts at the rows of insertion. The ties, which are made separately, are sewed to this binding. All these details | of construction are planned to add strength to the apron, because its overdress is drawn in at the bottom with shirring thread. It slopes down i to a point at the middle of the back and is finished with a narrow band of i satin ribbon tied in a simple bow at the front with ends finished with pen dents like those on the bodice. The undersleeve of the bodice is fin ished with a band of lace like that in the neck, and it is put on without full ness. There is a crushed turn-back cuff above the band of lace, made of the chiffon. A novel feature in the bodice is the introduction of a narrow casing in the maline ruff which holds a tiny support ing wire. This is for the purpose of holding the ruff in an upstanding posi tion away from the neck. There is nothing intricate or diffi cult in the shaping of this dinner gown. The materials are not unusual, and altogether it is one of the most practical and graceful models which Paris has furnished for the present season. In spite of the curious and sometimes freakish departures from the conventional which one sees so often pictured, it is the practical gowns of this character which have pleased discriminating women of fash ion. There is plenty of distinction in the wonderful materials and in the use of color, not to mention tassels and bead work, without resorting to bizarre designs to get chic effects. JULIA BOTTOMLEY. freshness is its best feature and that means soap and water and rubbing and ironing many a time before the apron begins to go to pieces. There are quite a number of de signs for serving aprons. It is best to select one and stick to it. The exam ple here is large enough for any maid, and is as easy to launder as a hand kerchief. Four such aprons ought to insure freshness in the maid’s appear ance at all times. For ladies who serve their guests, smaller, more lacy and much more elaborate aprons, ribbon-trimmed, in fact much fussed up with bows and furbelows, are made. Friends make them for one another, and they are dainty bits of finery. Such aprons are usually made by hand. Cross-barred muslinS and other sheer materials are used for them, with val or cluny laces in trimming. Little pockets are intro duced and many sprightly bows and rosettes of gay ribbon. Pretty figured voiles, white ground, covered with scattered flowers, and figured lawns, are fine for such aprons. Fashion’s Fickleness. In the present day there are many things needed to make the wardrobe complete, and as fashions in these items change with such rapidity it means there must be a constant re newal of veils, collars and such like if the appearance is to be kept en tirely up to date. There have been many novelties in troduced this season, some of which are both practical and pretty, others again merely eccentric. Floral Garnitures. Flowers continue to play a most conspicuous part both in day and even ing dress. There is scarcely a coat and skirt to be seen lacking its imi tation buttonhole. The small, tight Victorian posies are no more, having given place to a single bloom, such as a gardenia, carnation, a cluster of ash berries, together with the waxlike camellia. For the Busy Mother. When making pants for little boys, instead of making holes in the waist bands sew on loops of narrow hat elastic large enough to slip over the waist button and yon will find it a labor saver. A half-yard of ten-cent curtain scrim soaked in kerosene and then dried makes a cheap and good dustless duster. New Hanky. For the shiny nose or the powderet. one there is a brand new hanky come to hand. It has a wide hem either an inch or an inch and a half and a touch of delicate color. Either the hem is a j dainty tone of pink, lavender or blue, lor the center'is tinted and the hem la j white. j JAPS GO WILD OH MEXICAN Bonfires and Fireworks for Special Envoy Laßarra.* PRESENTED WITH A SWORD. Charge Discrimination Against the Japanese and Express Disapproval Of Japanese Participation In Panama Exposition. Tokio.—-A so-called national wel come was given here to Francisco de la Barra, special envoy from Mexico to thank Japan for her participation in the Mexican Centennial. Several thow sands of people carrying lanterns as-* sembled in the city park, where speeches delivered by prominent men were loudly cheered. This was fob lowed by a brilliant display of fire! works and numerous bonfires. A procession was then formed and proceeded to the hotel, where Senor de la Barra is staying. After the crowd had serenaded the visitor, a committee of members of Parliament and other popular leaders mounted the, balcony, where de la Barra greeted! them amid prolonged cheering. The committee presented to the visi tor a sword and other gifts, which he acknowledged briefly and then called for cheers for the emperor and the’ Japanese nation. The procession later marched to the Mexican legation and the Palace, im front of which another, meeting was held. A resolution was adopted criticising the United States for discriminating against the Japan-, cse and expressing disapproval of Japanese participation In the Panama Pacific Exposition at San Francisco. At a dinner given at night by the merchants of Tokio in honor of Senor de la Barra, Baron Makino, the foreign' minister, in a speech favored the strengthening of trade between Japan and Mexico. /he opposition press is attacking the foreign office for its alleged; timidity in the reception of Senor de la Barra, declaring that it fears anyl enthusiasm shown for the Mexican would cause resentment in the United States. Washington.—lt is understood by the officials here that the elaborate welcome accorded to Senor de la; Barra by the populace of Tokio was, particularly designed to express the dissent of one of the Japanese political factions from the official reception planned by the government. In his capacity of special envoy from Mexico to acknowledge the par ticipation of Japan in the Mexican cen tennial, diplomatic etiquette provides for certain formal functions in honor of Senor de la Barra. The Japanese government, it was explained here, had adhered strictly to the regular court ceremonial in- such cases prescribed. A faction opposed to the government, however, arranged a reception of its; own, including a torchlight procession, ■peechmaking and sword, presentation. BATHED AT CONEY ISLAND. One Hundred and Thirty Took Dip On, Christmas Day. New York. —Christmas was cele brated by one hundred and thirty of the winter bathers, men and women, 1 at Coney Island. The water registered 35 degrees, while the temperature of the atmosphere was 37 degrees. As the bathers appeared from the bath houses each was enveloped in a bath robe, which was quickly discarded at the edge of the surf. The majority remained in the water for fully 15 minutes. LESS HOURS, NO CUT IN WAGES. New Hampshire Mill Decision Affects 16,000 Employes. Manchester, N. H. —The Amoskeag Manufacturing Company announced to the 16,000 operatives of its cotton mills, that the new law limiting em ployment to 55 hours each week would not bring any reduction in wages. The mills now run 58 hours weekly. Opera tion under the new schedule will be gin January 2. ONLY 6 ÜbflON MEN NEEDED AID. Seattle, Wash., Provides Employment To Help Its Destitute. Seattle, Wash. —Of 1,300 men who have applied to the city for employ ment on work specially provided tc aid the destitute only six are mem bers of labor unions. The city offi cials question the applicants for re lief in order that those who belong to fraternal and other organizations may be helped by such bodies. TO BECOME A DEACONESS. Admiral Dahlgren’s Granddaughter T Enter Religious Life. New York. —The latest addition to the ranks of society women to enter religious life is Miss Romola Dahl gren, granddaughter of Rear Admiral Dahlgren, U. S. N. Miss Dahlgren al ways has been interested in the work of the deaconesses of the Protestant Episcopal Church, and soon will enter, it is announced, the Deaconess' Home in New York. TO POPULARIZE PARCEL POST. Housekeepers Plan To Get In Direct Touch With Farmers. Washington.—ln an effort to reduce the cost of living a movement is on foot here to interest farmers in Vir ginia and Maryland and other nearby States in the parcels post. At a meeting of the local Housekeepers’ Alliance to be held here January 1 plans will be formulated for getting new containers for eggs and milk and Other products into the hands of farm ,j ers, who will be urged to ship direct > to consumers.