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The Opal Button
fjkll OW, as a matter of fact, I had no
liVll part in the affair of the opal
IIVj button; for on the very next
day following our meeting with
Estes I came down with typhoid and
spent the next two months in the hos
pital. I saw little of Indiman during
that time, but his seeming neglect was
fully explained by the Btory he told
me the night I was well enough to get
back to 4020 Madison avenue.
"You remember, of course," began
Indiman, "that I went off with Estes
that May evening with just an apology
to you about a family affair. Really,
I knew nothing; but the uoy's manner
etruck me as peculiar, and, while the
Incident of the opal button was trifling
in itself, I was sure that there was
something behind it. But when I
plumped the question squarely at Estes
he had nothing to say. except that the
jewel had been slipped into his hand
while he stood looking into a shop
window. Where it came from he did
not know; what it meant he either
could not or would not tell. But it
came up again of its own accord four
days later, the exact date being. May
15. So much by the way of preamble;
the story proper I will read from my
" 'De Quincey was right, and murder
should be a fine art. But the Borgias
—only amateurs! The far - famed
Aqua Tofano —pooh! Any chemist will
put it up for ten cents. Only be care
ful how you use it Chemical analysis
has advanced somewhat since the day
of the divine Lucrezia, and a jury
would convict without leaving their
" 'Rather rough on your business, I
should think,' said Estes, speaking
somewhat thickly, for the port had
stopped with him overfrequently of
late. 'Is poisoning really out of date?'
he continued.
"'As absolutely as crinoline and the
novels of G. P. R. James,' answered
our host, lightly. But I, who -was
watching him closely, saw his .eyes
harden. Estes had said more than one
imprudent thing that evening, and this
time he had gone too far. I would
have to get the boy away somehow.
"There were three of us dining with
Balencourt that evening at his cham
bers in the Argyle — Estes, Crawfurd,
and myself; and as usual we had an
excellent dinner, for Balencourt knew
how to live. Who was Balencourt?
Well, nobody could answer that pre
cisely, but his letters of introduction
had been unexceptionable, and his
checks were always honored at Brown
Brothers. Moreover, Crawfurd had
met him frequently at the Jockey club
in Paris, and there was his name on
White's books for any one to read. A
man of forty-five perhaps, clean
shaven, well set up, an Inveterate
globe trotter, a prince among racon-
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teurs, and the most astounding poly
glot I have ever met. I myself have
■heard him talk Eskimo with one of
Peary's natives, and he had collated
some of his researches Into Iranlc-
Turanian root forms for the Phil
ological society. But let us go back to
our walnuts.
"Crawfurd picked up the thread.
'Then the science of assassination is a
lost art,' he said, tentatively.
" 'Oh, I did not say that,* replied
Balencourt, carelessly. 'There are oth
er ways—better ones.'
" 'You msan beyond" the risk of de
" 'Perfectly.'
" 'Eliminating the toxic poisons of all
" 'If you like.'
" 'I doubt it,' said Crawfurd, with a
little hesitation.
" 'And I deny it,' Interrupted Estes,
rudely, and stared straight at Balen
court. A quick glance answered his
challenge; it was like the engaging of
" 'Perhaps Mr. Estes desires proof,'
eaid Balencourt, slowly.
" 'I do.'
" 'Let us say between •
" 'Tonight and the Ist of August.'
" 'That will Buit me perfectly. My
passage Is booked on the Teutonic for
the following Wednesday.'
" 'It is also the day set for my wed
ding to Miss Catherwood,' said Estes,
"Balencourt took It admirably. 'So
you have obtained the decision at last,'
he said, smiling lightly. 'My felicita
"Crawfurd rose to his feet. The jo
vial flush had strained away from his
fat cheeks, and his jaw hung loose and
pendulous. "For God's sake, fellows—'
he began, but Balencourt stopped him
with a gesture.
1 'This is a private matter between
Mr. Estes and myself, as he knows full
well. So far as you and Mr. Indiman
are concerned, call it what you like—
a duel, or, better yet, a sporting propo
"'The stakes?' put in Crawfurd, fee
bly, for. shaken as he was, he could
GUI] grasp at the definite idea Included
in the last-named alternative. Sport
and a wager—now he understood.
"'The stakes?' repeated Barencourt.
•Well, they are hardly of a nature that
•ither Mr. Estes or myself oa.n intrust
thetr. to the keeping of a third party.
Be* rest assured that the loser will
pay; it Is a debt of honor.*
"Up to this moment I had kept si
lence, but now I must make my one
try. 'He is but a boy,' I said, leaning
my elbows on the table and seeking to
plumb the soul-depths in the cold,
gray eyes of the man who sat opposite
to me. But Balencourt only laughed
" 'Then he should not assume a
man's '
"'Will yon cam* now. Cousin Es-
per?* interrupted Estes. He pushed
his chair noisily back, and we all rose.
" 'You won't wait for coffee?' said
our host. "Just as you please.' He
touched the call button, and Jarman
entered to help us on with our top
coats. Par parenthese, how account
for the anomaly of this scoundrel of a
Balencourt possessing the most perfect
of serving men? There never was any
body who could roll an umbrella like
Jarman, and I have been around a lot
in my time. After the catastrophe I
tried my best to locate him, but with
out success. He was gone; the pearl
had dropped back into the unfathom
able depths of ocean. Perhaps he fol
lowed his master.
"The door closed behind us, and we
three stood in the street *A cab?' I
queried, and a passing hansom swung
in towards the curb.
"Td rather walk along with you,
Cousin Esper,' said Estes. 'Jump in,
Mr. Crawfurd, and we'll pick you up
later at the club.'
"Crawfurd nodded and was forth
with driven away. I turned to Estes.
"'What is it, George?' I asked. 'Re
member, there's Elizabeth to be consid
ered in this. 1
" 'Now, while Estes is a second cous
in of mine, 'Betty' Catherwood is my
niece, and so I considered that I had a
double right to stick in my oar. But I
wasn't prepared for the depth of trou
ble that I encountered in the glance
George Estes turned on me. 'So bad
as that!' I finished, lamely.
"It won't take long in the telling,'
began the boy, desperately. You re
member that after I left Princeton I
went to Germany for a two-years'
course in international law under Lan
glotz; it was a pet idea of the pater's.'
"I nodded.
" 'Well, we all make fools of our
selves at one time or another, and here
is where I donned the cap and bells.
You have heard'—here he lowered his
voice—'of the "Dawn." '
" 'The revolutionary society?*
'"Yes; it's the active branch of the
"Sunrise League"'—the practical work, '
you know. I joined it.'
"I had nothing to say. George
laughed a little dismally and went on:
"'Absurd, wasn't it? I, a citizen of
the best and freest country on earth to
be making common cause with a lot of
creek-brained theorists who would re
place constitutional government by the
"Lion's Mouth" and the "Council of
Ten"—a world ruled by a secret terror.
But it seemed all right at the time.
What was my life or any one man's
life to the progress of civilization? It
was only when I came to look at the
means apart from the end that I real
ized the horrible fallacy of It all.'
" 'You withdrew, of course.'
" "You don't quite understand. One
doesn't withdraw from the "Dawn."
He may cease to be Identified actively
with the propaganda, but he is still
subject to be called upon for a term of
"service"—that's the ghastly euphem
ism they use. You remember this and,
the night I received It?'
"He tooE"a pasteboard box from his
pocket and handed it to me. It con
tained a small red button, fashioned
out of some semi-precious stone re
sembling Mexican opal.
"Tt was the first summons,' con
tinued Estes, 'and within three days I
should have been on my way to Berlin
—to receive my instructions.'
" "You refused, then T
"There was Betty,' said the boy,
" Tou must understand,' he went on,
'that this "service" can only be de
manded once of a member. He may
refuse compliance, if he chooses, but in
that case there" is a forfeit to b« paid,
and it becomes due after the third
" 'Must be paid, you understand. If
not by the recalcitrant himself, then
by the agent of the "Forty" through
whom the summons comes. That
makes it clear, doesn't it—Balencourt
and his debt of honor?*
•"When did you know—about him I
" 'Here is the second button. Balen
court slipped It into my hand just be
fore we went out to dinner tonight.'
"It 18 incredible. Balencourt Is a
man and you are but a boy. To take
advantage of an act of youthful fol
ly *
'"You forget that it is his life or
mine,' Interrupted Estes, quietly.
'"But. George, it is unthinkable
When he knows—but you did tell him
—about Betty '
■ 'That's just it. old chap. Balen
court asked her to marry him a week
ago, just before I received the first red
"The monstrousness of the thing
struck me all of a heap. 'The police,'
I said, vaguely, but Estes shook his
'"It is but postponing the bad quar
ter of an hour,' he said, gently, 'and I
don't think that I could put up with
this sort of thing indefinitely. More
over, it wouldn't be fair to —to Betty.
" No,' he went on, "it's better to have
a limit set, just as it is now—for at
least Balencourt will keep his word.
Once past the Ist of August, I am
'"Well work within the limit, then,'
I said, cheerfully. 'If we three —Craw-
furd, you, and I—can't match wits
with one polyglot son of the "Dawn,"
we might as well let the bottom drop
out of the Monroe doctrine and be
done with it.'
"We had arrived at the club. For an
instant our hands met. 'Not a word to
Betty,' he whispered.
" 'Of course.' Then we went up-
stairs to the pipe room, where we
found Crawfurd sitting gloomily over
his fourth Scotch-and-soda. The
clocks were striking three when we
took Estes back to his apartments, and
we both spent the night with him. The
issue had been fairly joined, and it was
exactly two months and a half to the
Ist of August.
"The rest of May passed absolutely
without incident, and sometimes it was
difficult to believe in the reality of the
contest in which we were engaged.
Yet we omitted no precaution, and
during the whole fortnight Estes was
npver for a moment out of the sight of
either Crawfurd or myself. But no;
I'll correct myself there, for we had to
allow him an hour and a half every
evening with Betty, and I used to
mount guard In the street outside,
measuring the cold and unsympa
thetic flagstones. And no thanks for
it, either; indeed, Betty's manner was
distinctly top-lofti<-al whenever we
chanced to meet, she bekig a young
person of discernment, and perfectly
well aware that we were keeping her
in the dark about something. But it
helped George to forget, and so I
counted it in with the rest of the day*6
work and held my peace.
"As for the rest, there was nothing
to be done except to keep a couple of
'shadows* on Balencourt, and we had
a full account of his movements by 8
o'clock every night—a regular ship's
chart worked out with time stamps
and neat entries in red ink, after the
accustomed fashion of Central office
men. So May and the first two' weeks
in June dragged uneventfully along;
the period of stress was already half
over. Then came Monday, the 15th of
June, and with it a little shock. Our
man—l mean Balencourt—concluded to
disappear, and he did it as effectually
as though there were no such thing as
a 'shadow* in existence. When the
head sleuth came that night to report
his discomfiture, I cut him short in hia
theorizing and asked for the facts. But
there was only the one—Balencourt
was certainly non est, and that was all
there was to say. Whereupon we ban
ished the "shadows' to the outer dark
ness whence they had come and con
vened our original council of war.
"One thing was plain—the danger of
remaining longer in the city. There
are bo many things that may happen
in a crowd, and especially if our friend
Balencourt formed a part of that un
known quantity. There is always a
chance of a chimney pot tumbling
about one's ears, or of being run down
by some reckl&ss chauffeur. And who
is to know the truth? Accidents will
happen; they are willful things and in
sist upon keeping themselves in evi
dence. Imprimis, then, to get out of
town. But where?
" 'Hpodman's Ledge.' began Craw
i furd, a little doubttully. but I caugin
him up with Joyful decision.
1 "The very thing,' I said. Til send
a wire to the caretaker tonight, and
we'll be off by Thursday. 1 invite you
all—for six weeks. Why, of course,
George, that Includes Betty and her
mother; they were to come to me, any
way, In July.'
"Now, Hoodman'g Ledge is one of the
Innumerable small islands that dot the
Maine coast above Portland. A few
years ago the fancy had taken me to
buy the island—lt was only three acres
in area—and later on I had put up a
house, nothing very elegant, but every
thing for comfort, a model bachelor's
establishment. For our present need
no better asylum could have offered.
The island was small and occupied only
by my own domestic establishment It
lay in the bight of Oliver's Bay, quite
a mile from the nearest shore, and
there was but one other bit of land
anywhere around—an uninhabited islet
known as 'The Thimble,' that lay a
quarter of a mile due east. Surely
this isolation promised security. Here,
if anywhere, we might snap oar nn
gers at the machinations of M. Balen
court and the mysterious Torty.' It
would be rather cold off the Maine
coast during this unseasonable sum
mer, but there were fireplaces In plenty
and stacks of driftwood. The only real
difficulty lay in persuading my es
timable sister to cut short her 'New
port visit and come to me a month
earlier than usual.
•Finally. I left At to Betty to man
age. 'I cant explain myself any clear
er, my dear,' I ended up, rather lamely,
•but it will be better for George. Will
you do It?*
" So you won't trust me with the se
cret? No; you needn't protest—there
is a secret, and I ought to know it.
But you have put It so cleverly that I
haven't any choice in the matter.
"Better for George" indeed! Very
good, mon oncle; I'll obey orders. But
remember that It will be the worse for
you later on, unless you can show good
and sufficient reason for this ridiculous
mystery. Poor, dear mamma! how she
will hate to be plucked up—like an
early radish. 1 And thereupon Miss
Betty-sailed away with her small head
tilted skyward.
"But she did manage It, and by
Thursday night the party was actually
assembled at 'The Breakers.' There
was a sou'easter on that night, but the
driftwood burned stoutly In th« wide
chimney piece, with now and then a
cheerful sputter as a few stray drops
sought to immolate themselves in the
green and purple flames.
" 'Not bo bad—eh. mamma?' said
Betty, as she slipped another pillow
behind Mrs. Catherwood's back and
handed her the last volume of *Gyp,'
with the pages neatly cut. And then
she actually smiled over at me. I think
I am beginning to understand Betty.
"Again I pass over many uneventful
days. "Nothing doing,' as Crawfurd
put it, and laisser-faire was a good
enough motto for our side of the
house. The two children, of course,
were blissfully happy.
"Three, four, nearly six weeks, and
no sign or sound from M'sieur Balen
court. Not so surprising, after all, see-
Ing that we were living on an island
surrounded on all sides by deep water
and no land within a mile except that
little dot called The Thimble.' And
while we didn't make any parade of
our precautions, Crawfurd and I kept
watch, just as w« used to do in the
old Alert, on toe China station, twenty
odd years ago. Moreover, the gar
dener and my boatman were men who
could keep their eyea open and their
mouths shut, and, finally, there were
the four dogs—two Great Danes, a col
lie, and 'Snap/ the fox-terrier. It
would have been a bold man who
sought to visit Hoodman's Ledge, un
invited, during that particular month
and a half.
•It was the morning of the Ist of
August, and I was lounging on the
piazza. Crewfurd being on duty at the
time. The warm meather had come at
last. The air was so soft and delight
ful that the scientific review I had been
reading slipped from my hand and I
gave myself up to indolence, gazing
lazily at the white pigeons that were
trading about the lawn, between the
boat house and a rustic pavilion over
looking the tennis court. One bird I
marked in particular, admiring his
strong and graceful sweeps and dips
as he circled about, possessed, as it
were, with the pure joy of motion. I
followed him as he sank down on a
long slant to the lawn, swift as a bolt
from the blue; then I rubbed my eyes
in amaze. It was a pigeon of snowy
whiteness that an instant before had
been flying free; it was a coal-black
nondescript that now fluttered feebly
once or twice, and then lay still on the
graveled path, close to the stone sun
dial. I ran down the steps and bent
over the pitiful thing. Pfui!—the bird
was but a charred and blackened lump
of dead flesh. There was a disagree
able odor of burned feathers in the
air. Mechanically my eye fell on the
sun -dial: there was a spot the size of
a silver dollar on the side of the pedes
tal \vh°re the stone had crumbled and
disintegrated, as though it had been i
placed at the focus of some immensely
powerful burning glass. I stepped be
hind the sun-dial and looked out to
sea. And there, in line with the pedes
tal of the dial and the dead bird on the
path, lay 'The Thimble.'
"Now, as I have said, The Thimble'
was a rocky islet only a few rods In
extent, but densely wooded with spruce
and blue gum. The goneral shape oi
the rock as that of a lady's thimble;
hence the name. Rather a picturesque
object in the seascape, but, of course,
utterly valueless except for occasional
picnic uses—a bit of No Man's Land
whose purpose in the economy of na
ture had hitherto remained unfulfilled.
But now?
"I went back to the piazza and
caught up a pair of stereo-binoculars
that were lying on the table. There,'
shining like a star through the close
curtain of green that veiled 'The Thim
ble,' was the projecting end of a highly
polished tube of steel. And even as I
; gazed a man's face peered out as
though in the act of sighting—Aram
"Then I understood." The tube was
j the means, of projecting some enor- v
i mously powerful heatbeam whose na
ture must be akin to that of the go
called X-ray. The article I had been
treading not ten minutes ago — what
| was the title?—' Radium, the Wizard
Metal' — that incomprehensible sub
stance, forever sending forth its terri
ble emanations, yet never diminished
by even the ten-thousandth part of a
•; grain—a natural force whose proper
ties and functions were but imperfectly
understood, even by the learned men
who had succeeded in isolating it, an
agent of such enormous potency that
an ounce or two might serve to put a
battleship out of commission—a couple
of pounds and the universe itself were
endangered. Even now from that steel
tube, sighted so carefully on the pedes
tal of the sun-dial, billions of lons
might be rushing, invisible to the eye,
but certain death to whatever of ani
mal existence they chanced to encoun-
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Prosaic Investigator Announc
es the Divine Passion to
Be a Bacillus
PARIS. Nov. 12.—This is truly the
age of the microbe. Hardly have we
been Informed by Prof. Metznikoff
that we grow old and feeble because
of a mischievous bacillus which devel
ops In our intestines and whose only
joy in living Is derived from poisoning
our blood and depriving us of th»
eternal youth which would otherwise
be ours, when another scientist. Dr.
Cotton, with the aid of a powerful
microscope, discovers another microbe
this time in our brain, which causes us
to fall In love.
The doctor, who Is evidently a very
prosaic character, states that this mi
crobe produces a kind of insanity. It
makes us laugh or cry, Inspires ten
derness or jealousy, and makes us
commit acts which we would otherwise
never dream of. He announces that
he hopes to find a serum which will
make us Immune, but It is believed
that most of us will prefer to keep
this particular microbe, even If It
sometimes does make us miserable.
Have we at last found a remedy
against the strange, mysterious, dread
disease of sleep, which is slowly but?
surely killing thousands of people in
Many French physicians think that
Dr. Lavaren. of the Institute de
France, has, and that his discovery
will save thousands of human lives.
To get an answer to the question the
American and Journal correspondent
went to see Dr. Leveran the other day.
LJke the late Prof. Niels Finsen, Prof.
Koch and other great benefactors of
humanity, Dr. Laveran is exceedingly
modest and does not like to talk of his
discovery; at least not as long as he Is
not absolutely sure of having found an
infallible cure.
"First of all." he said, "let me ask
you to tell your readers that I am not
the discoverer of the microbe of the
disease of sleep. I have never claimed
to be.
'The honor of this discovery belongs
to the English scientist Durton, who,
three years ago, found the first tryp
anosome. without, however, being able
to identify it, a thing which was done
a little over a year ago -by the Italian,
Dr. CasteUani. Personally I have tried
to devise a cure and believe that I am
on the right road.
"It is possible to inoculate animals
with the disease of sleep, and I have
ter. There was the pigeon lying dead
on the walk.
" Do hurry, George,' called out Bet
ty's thin, sweet treble. She stood at
the entrance to the pavilion and waved
a tennis racquet impatiently.
"'Coming,' was the cheerful re
sponse, and Estes turned the corner of
the house. He took the graveled path
at full speed. In an instant or two at
the farthest he would be passing be
tween the sun-dial and the dead pigeon,
in line with those deadly radiations.
"We had been playing a little single
wicket earlier in the day, and a cricket
ball lay on the wicker table at my
hand. I could not have uttered a word
or a cry to save my life—to save his—
but instinct held true. With a full,
round-arm sweep the ball left my hand,
catching the boy squarely on the fore
head. He fell within his stride.
"Betty was with us on the instant,
but I seized and held her despite her
struggles. Naturally, she thought I had
gone mad. Then I looked over again
at 'The Thimble,' just in time to see v
sheet of palest-colored flame shoot up
from the island. The dense mass of
green foliage seemed to wither and
consume away within the tick of a
clock. Through the glass I caught a
glimpse of a dark figure that rolled
down to the water's .edge, clutching
feebly at the shifting Whingle. Per
haps a log. after aH—it lay so still.
'An instant later 'The Thimble' dis
appeared in a cloud of grayish vapor,
the dull sound of an explosion filled the
ear, and the ground under our feet
trembled. There was nothing to be
seen, even with the glass, >save a light
scum covering the water and some
fragments of charred tree branches.
But the air about us was full of a fine
dust that powdered Betty's hair, as
though for a costume ball, and made
me cough consumedly.
"Naturally, there were quite a num
ber of explanations to make to Miss
Betty after -George had been resusci
tated—a slightly disfigured hero, but
still in the ring—but I spare you. The
dear girl listened quietly, but at the
end she began to tremble, and I won't
say but that she cried a bit. It doesn't
matter if she did. and I think we all
began to feel a little queer when we
came to think it over. However, it was
over —no possible doubt about that.
These Actual Photographs Taken on the First Battlefield of Llau-yang
Shows: At Top, Russian Battery Wrecked and Captured by Japs, at
Bottom, a Squad of Jap Soldiers Guarding Russian Equipment
made many experiments with this on
various animals at the Pasteur insti
'But have you succeeded in curing
any of the animals?" it was asked.
"Yes; after having: experimented
with many serums I finally gave up
that method, but I have achieved very
satisfactory results with simple medi
caments. I cannot, however, at the
present announce the nature of theae,
but will do so very shortly In a report
to the academy of medicine.
"The disease of sleep has been
known for more than a century- It
has killed hundreds of thousands- of
natives, especially in Uganda, where
whole villages have often been wiped
out. The disease is a3 dangerous to
white men as it is to the negroes. It
is not very contagious, but is spread
by a specie of fly which infests those
countries." ■
Accepting the Alternative
"Wot ye_ tryin' ter do wid dat dorg?"
"De doc tells me I gotter quit boozin'
or go blind, so I gotter train de purp ter
lead me, ain't I?"— Houston Post.
Copyright, 1904,
Harper & Brothers
" 'One thing I don't understand,' said
Crawfurd. 'There were to be three
warnings, and Estes only received two
of the red buttons. Whereupon Betty
blushed, and drew a little package from
her pocket
" 'It came last night directed to
George,' she said, "but I forgot to give
it to him. It broke open in my pocket
and it contained this.' She held out to
us the third red button. That was de
cent of Balencourt—to have given the
last warning.
"There is only one possible hypothe
sis to account for the catastrophe.
Balencourt was dealing with a terrible
force,- whose nature was dealing with
a terrible force, whose nature was but
partially understood, even by science.
He had intended to use it to fulfill the
vengeance of the Dawn,' but some
thing had happened, and in an instant
the monster had turned and rended its
master. That is all that we can knew.
"Two days later George and. Betty
were married, for they stuck to the
original date in spite of the fact\ that
George, with a lump on his forehead
as big as the cricket ball itself, did not
make a particularly presentable bride
groom. I carried an umbrella at the
function whose incomparable roljing
was, remarked upon by all. Need I
say that it was the same umbrella
that -Balencourt's man, Jarman, had
manipulated for me that fateful even
ing when we dined at the Argyle. I
shall never unroll that umbrella, even
at the cost of a wetting. To me it is a
"There's melodrama for you," said
Indiman, a little shamefacedly as he
finished. "But one feels differently,
you know, about taking chances where
a nice girl like Betty is concerned.
Let me see; it's still early. Do you
feel up to taking that long-deferred
ride on a trolley car? Good! We'll
take the cross-town over to Eighth
avenue and get into the heart of it at
"That's an unlucky number," said
Indiman, as we boarded a car. Six
teen hundred and twenty-four—the
sum of the units is equal tb thirteen."
"You're going to lose some money,"
I suggested.
"The tip points that way," he re
(To be continued.)
PHILADELPHIA, Pa., Nov. 12.—"1
know a man you ought to marry,"
eaid a friend of Miss Elizabeth Gal
lagher, of Bryn Mawr, five days ago.
"Well, If you think he'll do, tell him
to write to me," replied Miss Gal
The next day Miss Gallagher receiv
ed a letter from Michael Watterers, of
Tower City, Pa- He followed the let
ter with a personal call, and at the
end of two hours they liked each other
so well that Watterers proposed mar
riage and was blushingly told by the
young woman to come back in a .day'
for his answer. The next day the en
gagement was formally announced.
Last night Miss GallagHer became
Mrs. Watterers in the Church of Oui
Mother of Good Counsel at Bryi

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