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The' Dally Cap JoiiFmal PAGES 9 TO 16 THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR. SALEM, OREGON, SATURDAY, JTJHE 7, 1913, PRICE, TWO CENTS. ON TRAINS AND NEWS STANDS, BIVH CUNTS. SECOND SECTION iftal The Afgyle Case A Novelization by J. W. McConaughy of the Success ful New Play by Harriet Ford, Harvey J. O'Higgine and Detective William J. BurnB, In WTiich Robert HilUard Is Appearing :: :: Copyright, 1912, by Journal-American-Examiner. SYNOPSIS James Argyle, wealthy and eccentric. Is round shot (lend In the library of his New York home. Ills only son, Bruce, an art ist, and his ward. Miss Mary Manuret are suspected. ' A'sche Kayton. a detective of repute. Is called In. He Is given carte blanche as to expense and told to run down the mur derer. The library where Mr. Argyle was shot Is opened. ' CHAPTER III. Finger Prints, FINLEY followed the two detec tives Into the somber room and eyed them suspiciously as their Stances traveled slowly about, tnklng in every detail of arrangement nnd furnishings. The general scheme of the room was dark and polished oak, and since it was lighted from only one of the four sides, as Is common In the homes of even the wealthiest in New York, there was always a half gloom that would be restful under ordinary circumstances, but now uncanny. In the decorations and other Sttlngs the plan seemed to have been rather to deepen than lighten this effect Tables, chairs, desks all were dark and mas sive. The upholstery was a tawny yellow that added the appearance of great nge. Andirons and other brasses were dulled and heavy, and the few pictures two or three Barblzon land scapesrang true to the tenor of the great room In their dull gold frames. There was one note of rich color where the reflected light of the day outside shone through . the stained glass ar morial bearings In the windows, and this only accentuated the depressing effect. Kayton and his assistant, a boyish young fellow of about twenty-live, took Iff nil of this In a brief but trained scrutiny. Kayton walked to one of the windows, opened it and leaned out far enough to see that the other command ed only the same view. Young Man ning continued to gaze about FInley remained aloof and suspicious in the background. He was wnltlng for the detectives to get to work. He did not understand thut they were already hnrd at it. He grew more and more suspicious and contemptuous as the morning went on, for he could not see . thnt the so called great detective did anything more, or even as much, as the regular force thnt had already been over the ground. And in a way he was correct It la not what ho learns, but the use he makes of whnt lie lenms that distin guishes the great artist in detection from the common bungler. By reason ing clearly and unswervingly from the same premises he reaches conclusions thnt shock the public and the tyro that has preceded him on iho work, simply "because the latter hns not had the com mon sense to drift with the never mis lending current of logic. By this un pretentious application of common sense, this fnllh In the correctness of simple reasoning, successful defenders of society have been given credit for much spurious profundity, which they are the first to disclaim. When they deny thnt there Is anything wonderful snout It we murmur thnt modesty and greutness ever walk hnnd In hnnd. It Is not modesty. It Is the truth. Before Kayton had organized his own agency he hnd been assigned ns a gov ernment oporntlvo to run down an is sue of counterfeit hills of large denom inations. He innile no brilliant strokes no spectacular coups of reasoning. Young Manning Centlnued to Ow Absut j He worked hard. He stuck to the trail and week by week and month by month he followed it uutil It led into the otllce of the federal district attorney and United States marshal of one of the largest cities in the United States. Here a weak man would have hesitat ed and said that while two and two make four, ordinarily, in this case two and two must rank four and a half. But Kayton didn't ne knew that he hnd followed the one trail, and he con tinued to follow until, when they were arrested, the two officials confessed, ne had only adhered to the axiom that nothing which is logical is impossible. If the evidence pointed that way he would investigate an archbishop with as little hesitation as he would an arch forger. This wns tlie man thnt old FInley regarded so sourly as he gazed out Into the garden .off the library win dows and surveyed the rear, eleva tions of the neighboring houses. Man ning addressed the old butler first "I suppose the police from head quarters have been "over everything. Is this the way the furniture was found?" "One chnlr wns lylu' on Its bnck." grudgingly replied the butler. Man nlng thought swiftly. "H'm! I wonder how that happen ed," he murmured. "If you knpw thnt nnd hnd your supper you could go to bed," grotvlcd the old servant Manning grinned. "You're Irish, eh?" Kayton came hack from the window and appraised the stubborn old man quickly nnd silently. , "You're a great detective, Joe," he snld grimly. Then he addressed Fin Icy with studied courtesy. "Can you put thut chair the way it was?" "I cannot" responded the old man promptly. "The body wns lying on lb) side, was It?" pursued Kayton calmly. "That's as maybe," grunted FInley. Manning was unnble to restrain him- tit: -T . I ' " I ' I '4 j ill err l4o "You're great detective, Joe," he said grimly. self at this cavalier treatment of his revered chief. "Say, you better open up!" he snarl ed, "You may be hanged on this case yourself yet!" The butler snorted contcmpuously. "I'll will you me wits then." he re torted, moving toward the door. "You'll be ncedln' 'em'." "What's his name?" demanded Kay ton In a whisper. "Flnloy," replied Mnnnlng In the same guarded tone. Kayton raised his voice. "Joe. get Mr. FInley In here," he commanded. 'Tie's the man that can help us." "Why. he's FInley," replied Man ning. The old servant stopppd and turned. Kayton approached him ea gerly. "Are yon Mr. Finley?" he demanded. That personage swelled his chest "I nm," he declared Importantly. "Well! Why didn't you tell us that nt first?" Kayton's tone wns a mnrvel of cordiality nnd rrpronch. "I under stand your confidential relations with the household nnd with Mr. Argyle. nnd young Mr. Argyle tells me that you're In a position to be of the great est assistance to us." The old butler's face told of a strug gle between completely grntlllcd vnn Ity nnd general Indignation over the whole situation. Ills next remark was a mixture of the two. "Well, sir, 1 can tell you this," he declared. "I Iny no greut titore by de tectives." "You're quite right," agreed Knytnn In hearty sympathy. "A clnss or men with so little Intelli gence that they would put suspicion on Miss Mary!" went on FInley Indig nantly, nt the snme time subtly mnklug it clear that be excluded Kayton from Hie general condemnation, "They're beyond the assistance of any honest man." "Did you try to help them?' Inquired Kayton. "Help tbemT exploded the old mi a. "Man tllve, how, can you come be tween a fool nnd his Folly? They'd hear no word from me. Their minds what they had of 'era were nil set on one thought." "Well. Mr. FInley," said Kayton soothingly, "that's the very reason we're here. Now tell us the facts as you know them. You found the body?" "I did not," returned FInley iustnnt ly, with some trnces of his Indignation, but with a manifest change or attitude toward the new Investigator. "1 wns quiet in me bed when the man-Andy boorst in on me. 'lie's dead.' he says, stark dead on the llure in there!' 'Who's dead?" I says. 'Mr Argyle.' says be" "Who's Andy?" Interrupted Kayton "Dan Scully's boy," replied I'inlev "Him thnt"- "How long's he been here?" "Time out o' mind, nearly as long tis inesolf." "What does he do?" "ne mnkes himself useful when 1 tell him. He's a simple soul." added the old man In the manner of one speaking of the feeble minded. "Send for him," said Kayton curtly. Old FInley promptly rang the bell. "Who else was In the house?" went on the detective. FInley wrinkled his forehead and ticked off tlie inmates on his fingers. "Myself, Miss Mary, the girl, Kitty, Topp. the footman nnd the cook," he replied. "Mrs. Wyatt was away. Mr. Bruce, Mr. Argyle's son, was here for dinner that night and went uway early." "Did you see him go?" nslied Kay ton swiftly, with a keen glance at the old man's face. "I did not. By 11 o'clock I mnde fast for the night, with Mr. Argyle slttln' here nnd Miss Mary In her chamber. And how they got in thnt did this that's the thing for you to learn, sir. But whed they done it they went out that door, for I found the small chain off and the bolt drawn In the morning. And let me tell you this, sir," went on Finley. his Indignation rising agnln. "There's nothln' but wickedness In this doubt o' Miss Mary. There's things in nature and things that are not Andy, come In here!" A tall, shambling young man, with a highly nervous manner, cluil In the blue denim of the workman, who bad appeared at the hall door while Fin ley was talking, shuttled reluctantly forward in obedience to the command, smoothing down his stringy black hair with both hands ns be advanced. Kay ton glanced at him, but continued to address the butler. "Did Andy come first to you?" "He did." nodded FInley. "And It was mo thut roused Miss Mary. When we found he wus dead she got Mr. Bruce and the doctors here straight away, and they got. the police, and from that It begun trouble without end. Reporters bcslegln' us and no man above suspicion and slanders In the papers on all of us, with photy graphs of this and that and pictures out of their own fancy, and the public In its lnnoeoney perverted." "Did you henr anything In the night?" Kayton broke In abruptly, addressing the newcomer. Andy gnzed apprehen sively about the room and shook bis bead. "Trust him to bear anything," put In Flnloy. "Whut time did you go to bed?" went on Knyton. Andy fidgeted and looked appealing ly at his muster. "He don't know, sir," FInley explain ed. "Ue don't live by tho clock. He goes to bed by habit and gcta up by hnblt." Knytnn shrugged his shoulders slight ly anil turned to the old butler agnln. "Suppose you two nrrungo this furni ture the way you found it that morn ing." But It was the old butlor who did It. Andy followed him about In apparent willingness to help, but the atmos phere of the room seemed to have a benumbing effect on his muscles. FInley solemnly, with many pauses for reflection, moved the chnlrs out of the military order nnd pushed them about the floor, overturning one near the table. Andy zealously avoided that particular spot "They were nil wheeled about every which way," the butlcf explained as ho finished bis task. "Nothln' was as It should be. He mnde n hard fight to defend himself, God help us! be fore they put dentil to hi in." Knyton nodded abstractedly. Ho wns studying the new arrangement of the chulrs. "Where wns the body there?" be J -I.'' V . : .- ' r -it J "Let's see if we've get anthing here, Joe." Indicated a spot beWeerTthe table and the overturned chair. "It was," declared FInley. "An' the pistol youder." lie Indicated a spot at a considerable dlstnnce from the chair. "Lying on his back?" went on Kay ton reflectively. "On his bnck. but a little to one side," corrected FInley. "With the ta blecloth clutched in his hnnd. Andy, Iny yourself down there and show the olflcer." Andy started to obey utmost mechan ically. Then he stopped with a start and drew back, with tho first words he had spoken since be bad entered the library. "Not me!" he protested In a trem bling voice thnt did not conceal a rich er brogue than Flnley's. "There's bad luck to It!" "Never mind that," Interposed Kay ton. "Was the tablecloth dragged from the tuble?" "About halfway, sir," answered the butler. "A ad some books on top of him." Knyton lifted the heavy tnpestry cover nnd peered closely nt the pol ished wood. "When wns this cover put bnck?' he nsked suddenly. FInley scratched his chin nnd came nearer. "Thnt'8 bard to say, sir," he said. Knyton straightened up and his fnce wns grnve. I "It mny be very Important," he said la a low tone thnt Instantly Impressed the old servant with a, new sense of bis responsibilities. ; "Well" FInley wns thinking bard "I mind I wus straightening the room when one o' the doctors come In and he stopped me until tlie .coroner should come, but I hnd ulreudy put back the cloth an' the books." "Hns It been touched since?" "It has not" A quick gleam passed over Kayton's face and was gone In n Instant "Not so much as dusted," FInley assured blra. Kayton nodded and dismissed Andy, FInley apologiz ing for the young man's behavior. "That's all right," the detective told him. "I want to see the footman, Mr. FInley." FInley for an Instant regarded hint doubtfully, and then with a "very good, sir," went out luto the hall. His conttnlls hnd not disappeared before Knyton and bis assistant had whipped books and cover off the table. "Let's see If we've got anything here, Joe," snld the chief. The young mnn produced a package of powdor and dusted the top of the table with a dexterity and swiftness that spoke of long practice. Then tho two men stooped and blew off the duBt snd Kayton ran his eyas oyer the polished surface. The great detective shook his head doubtfully as be scanned the few fingerprints. "This is a cold trail, Joe," be said. "I suppose theso ore Flnley's. But" he Indlcnted two little rows of marks "a woman has been holding on here with both her hands." Manning bent over and examined them. "That might have been the girl," be remarked. "Yes," nodded Kayton. "and she was sitting down. Here are her eight fin ger prints. See If you can get her thumbs under the edge there." He moved on around, looking closely at every square Inch. "She doesn't re peat" he sold at lust "We'll have to take these all, Joe." CHAPTER IV. The Adopted Daughter, TO the uninitiated Manning's ac tions In following out this or der would have been fraught with mystery. He pushed the tnblo over to the window and tilted It on lta side, adjusting and readjusting it until the light struck Its polished surfnee at Just the right angle. Then be produced a small but powerful camera, part of the contents of a small black hand sntchel that be hnd drop ped near the door nnd proceeded to take a number of photographs. He wns arming his chief with nu Infalli ble menus of identification. You probably know that while our finger tips, with their countless line concentric circles and ovule and weeplug lines, all appear about the same, no two aro Identical. In the vurlous iiollce bureaus of the civilized nations there are now thousand of the Imprints of the finger prints of con victed men, and thousands nre added yearly. Yet of all that vast number no two are alike. When mnde accidentally, on furniture or glass, for Instance, these, marks nre practically Invisible In the naked eye. but when the suspected object Is treated to a bath of lino light dust they come out nil a dull gray against the back ground nnd in ay be photographed and make an everlasting record. While Manning was busily nbsnrbed In this work his chief's mind Wns busl ly digesting ami nrruiiglixi what III I If he bail learned thus far Hut present ly he was Interrupted by the bustling entrance of Mrs. Wvutt. "Mr. Knyton?'" demanded tho lady, paining a little harder Hum Usual, ns she confronted Hie ramotis detective. "Is I hero anything you want tu ask me?" "Yes, I" liegun Knyton. with s rush, but the voluble lady wns not to hi' headed o(T. "I wasn't lice when It happened, you know." she bubbled "I menu to say I don't know any mora about It Hum you do, but I suppose you know a great deal." She twsmcd upon him. "You don't look st all like detective, Mr. Knyton. Do you know what I menn ?' In spite of his Impatience Kayton milled and bowed. "Mrs. Wystt" be asked, "when did Mr. Argyle sdopt Mis Maxuret?' "Mary?" exclaimed Mrs. Wjratt open ing her eyes. "Why. I don't know. She was Just a little thing. I don't be lieve she wns more than six. but I real ly don't know much nbout It. I mean to sny I wasn't there. It wns In San Francisco, you know. Mr. Argyle and Mr. Mazuret were the denrest friends." "What was Mr. Mnzuret's full name?" Mrs. Wyatt bit her Hps and rolled her eyes in the effort of recollection, holding her breath the while, with the result that her reply wns a sort of ex plosion. "I think It wns Johu yes, I know It was. It was Jdhn." "Whnt became of her mother?" In quired Knyton. "Oh. she died there." "In Snn Francisco?" "Yes." nodded Mrs. Wyatt "I really don't know much about her. ner maiden name , was Marsh Nellie Marsh. That's nil I can tell you. I really don't know how I remember that. As f snld. I never henrd much nbout the mother except that there was some scandal nbout her." Knytou concealed n keen nnd eager Interest under lin assumption of the mild curiosity of an Idle gossip. "Scandal?" he replied., "In whnt way?" "1 really can't sny.". replied Mrs. Wyatt. "Mr. Argyle never could be persuaded to talk nbout her. It was entirely on account of Mr. Mazuret that he became Interested In Mary." "Entirely?" murmured Knyton, "Oh. yes," Mrs. Wyatt ussured him. "Entirely !" "How long have you lived here?" he asked pleasantly. "Oh, many, umny years! 1 mean to sny it must be tweuty-ever since my husband died. I'm u widow-do you kuow what I mean? I'm a very old friend of the family, and wbcu .Mr. Ar gyle adopted Mary he relt that he must have a woman lu the house." Knyton nodded and stroked his chin. "Tell uie. Mi's. Wyatt. what were the relations between Mr. Argyle and his son?" Mrs. Wyatt drew a deep breath as ammunition for another speech. It was a long time since she bad bad to willing and delightful a listener. . "Oh. Mr. Knyton," she snld pnntlng ly. "that's something 1 don't like to talk about. . It wns the ouly thing we bad to make us unhappy. Do you know what 1 mean? Bruce and bis father never seemed to agree about anything. Why. the last time they quarreled he cut him off and left every thing to Mary. We didn't any of us know It until yesterday. It's too bad to leave Bruce without anything. He's an artist, you know, and of course artists can't make much with their art. I mean to sny If they don't have money they never get anywhere un less they're famous or something, and that doesn't happen very often. Do you know whnt I menn?" Kayton nodded sympathetically, and Mrs. Wyatt. fortified by another breath thnt would carry her several hundred words, proceeded with her story: "That night Mary tells me, there had lieen a reconciliation. It's too bad It came too late to have him fix over his will. Mr. Hurley says he talked of It thnt Very day. Mr. Hurley's bis lawyor I mean to sny he's been at tending to his affairs Intely. I don't know anything about them. He'll he here himself. I telephoned him and told blm tbnt Bruce hnd put the case lu your bunds and that you were here. P rf fa&z .-.1 ' r-X ''VAf "They might well eocute me of mur der ee Mary " You know, things were getting terri ble. Why. Hie newspapers niev don't seem to caii' at nil what lliey say. I io yon know whnt I menu? Mary's piiislrated. Why. lliey might us well accuse me of murder as Mary." Kayton tindilcd. lint his niiinner hnd changed Having pumped her dry, n had no more time to wusto on a gar rulous woman. "I'd like to see Miss MiiJiiret," he said polllcly. hot Willi a certain alt ruptuess that niiinunteil to n command. It had the desired effect on Mrs. W yatt. who was at the moment med itating tietv lllghts of oratory, "Oh. well, I don't know," she stam mered "I mean tu wiy-lf yon wnut to-l uppos you must. I'll go right to her now," And she swept out of the room, her resiwct for Mr. Kuyton vastly diminished. "Joe," snld Knyton crisply, In low voire. "Yon attend to getting tlie fin ger prints of the rest of the family when you're done there." "Yes. governor." replied Manning without looking' up from his work. A moment later FInley returned with the English footmuu Topp In tow. The latter looked even more distressed than Andy when he wus dragged Into, the room of death. Andy was wounded In bis superstitions Topp In his sensibil ities. He bud never henrd of murders In well regulnted households. There wns uo precedent for It ne stood nt attention two paces Into the room while FInley Indicated him with the air of a museum curatorshow Ing off an ordinary speclraeu. "This Is Topp, sir." he snld to Kay ton. The detective glnnced at the foot man nnd the footman stared at the detective. "I suppose this man had no experi ence when he came to work here," re marked Kayton, addressing the butler. "On the contrary, sir." returned FIn ley. "he cume wld rlfrlnces from some of the best families." "Why did they all discharge him?' dcmnncVd Kuyton. Topp begun to qunke visibly, but his dignity was out raged. "I doubt sir" began FInley, when Topp by a mighty effort propelled him self forward utid Interrupted, "If -you hnlluded to me, sir," he snld, addressing Knyton, "I kin ay for my self that I've n record In service that any man might be proud of." "How did yon come to be mixed up In this murder?" demanded the detec tive, his dark eyebrows coming togeth er and bis eyes darting baleful glances at the servant Topp gasped and grew whiter than his spcckless collar. "S'elp me I'd no 'nu lu it!" be cried excitedly. Knyton made an Inarticulate sound, Indicative of extreme unbelief, "That remains to be seen," he declar ed grimly, while Flnloy stared won derlngly from one to the other. "What were you doing that night?' "Me, sir?" demanded Topp, with start "I'm a man of early hours and quiet 'nblts. I'd read me eveulu' patper an' was In me bed by 'alf past 10." "Did yon bear anything that night?' There wns almost a menace In Kay ton's tone. "I go to bed to sleep," returned the servant doggedly. "Hit's not me plaice to be watchin' and Ustenln'." Kayton shrugged his shoulders ns If to conclude the Inquiry. "You're one of these very heavy sleepers, I suppose." "No, sir," returned Topp. "I'm very light sleeper, sir. You kin walks me with a whisper." "now did It happen that you slept through a murder, then?" domanded Kayton quickly. "I didn't say I ilopt through a mur der," protested the footman. , "You say you didn't hear anything. What did you do?' "I 'ad nu uneasy night," replied Topp reluctantly, with manifest uneasiness, "And at 3 In the mornln' I got hup and opened me window." "D:d you notice anything unusual?" demanded Kayton. The footman hesitated. "I I can't sny it was unusual," he snld uncer tainly. "No?' commented the detective, with unconcealed interest "Whnt wns It?" Topp drew himself up, romemborlng that before nil else he was a servant "It's not me plaice" he began. "What was It?" snnppcd Kayton, with an energy thut mnde old Finley Jump. "Wbnt's the matter with ye, man?" domanded Hint worthy. "Out with It!" Topp moistened his lips. "I saw a light" ho suld In a low voice. "Where?" Tho word crnckod like a pistol shot Topp gulped and finally burst out In desperation. "Well, sir," ho cried, gazing accus ingly nt FInley, "since you will 'nve It It was In Hi' room below." "Whut room Is that?" demanded Kayton, turning also to the bntler. "Why why, sir," st: mmered the old man, aghast, "Hint's Miss Mary's room hut" But Kuyton listened to henr no more, "What did you do?" ha nsked Topp. "I went bnck to me bed on' I was there when they wnkoncd me." Kayton thought for a moment In si lence, bis eyes on tho floor. At Inst he mined thein and nodded to the foot muu In sign of dismissal. "Well, that's nil for the present." Topp withdrew hurriedly, wiping the perspiration off his forohenil, nnd Kny ton nsked FInley to get the mn Id. Kit ty. Tho old butler slowly moved over to the bell and rang It and then swift ly faced about. "I might sny, sir," be said, with a mixture of deference nnd defiance, "I think It would be nothln' iiiiusuul for Miss Mary to have a light III her room. Ye're wanted by th' tlltectlve, girl," he ended us the uinld entered, (tho Was pretty, blue eyed Irish girl, nnd her prelly eyes opened wide with ulurm nt the butler's words. "What for?" she cried. Kayton barely glanced lit her. "Mr. FInley, will you please bring the look?" he asked, with n certain em pliasls on the "bring." "Ye'll lie wnstln' yer lime, sir," the butler warned him. "Mrs, Menu regard la Hie only Intllllgeiit member of the household that sleeps below stairs, nu' she's bis-n pestered by the police till she's nil of n flutter" "I'll have to see her," snld Knyton curtly, mid FInley went out lu get Hi conk. Knyton nodded to tho frightened innli) and made a swift menial ap praisement. Hu decided to plunge Im mediately Into tho heart of things. "Did you henr iinythlng the night of the murder?' ho nsked abruptly. The girl shook her head. "No-no, sir," she replied tremulously. "Nothing whatever?' be Insisted with a frown. "The the rain" "Whnt time was It?' ' , Kitty hesitated a moment "A quar ter past 1," she replied more firmly, "You got up to look at the clock, did you?" he demauded. "Ob, no, sir!" exclulmed the girl, her alarm returning. "I got up because I'd I'd left n window open down stairs." "Did you go down to close It?' "Yes," replied tho girl faintly. "Did you pass Miss Mazuret's room?' "Yes." "Was there a light under the door? "Yes," still more faintly. "Did yon speak to her?" A pause. "Yes. Her her maid had gone away for the night and I thought perhaps I could do something for her." "Was she 111?" . "She she hnd a headache." "She snld so?" . "Yes, sir. She suld she bad a, head ache and couldn't sleep." "Did you do anything for her?" "No, sir." Kayton fixed his gnze yet more keen ly on the girls fnco and waited until ner eyes met his squarely. "Didn't you go Into her room?' he asked slowly. "No. sir." Kitty hesitated agnln, and bo waited. "She she wouldn't let me In." ' "Why not?' he demanded Instantly. "Sho snld she'd be all right" "Did you come down to this floor?' "No, sir. 1 went right buck to bed." "Did you never mind." "She ehe wouldn't let me In." (To be continued.) Suffragettes Gaining. Paris, Juno 7. Declarations that suffrage for womon througbt many of the civilized nations Is in sight and that tho world will groatly benefit by granting franchise rights to women wore made hero today at tho closing sessions of tho world's emigre of womon, which convenod here last Mon day, Juno 2. Mrs. Audroa llofur-rroud-foot, of the league of International amity, whose homo Is la Chicago, de livered the feature address of the day, Hho declared that suffrage for women Is bound to como, and when it iloos, the world will look hack ou tho times, when women did not vote with much the same attitude that people, look back on the days when negroes wore en slaved In America. "Any change of this sort," said Mrs. Ilofer Trowlfoot, "is accomplished only aftnr great ef fort ami with brilliant minds arrayed on both tides as was the case In our civil war. But despite the heroism ami bravery and brilliancy displayed hy the lenders of the 'lost cause' in our American civil war, the side of th right triumphed. Ami so will the side of tho right, in this great c.inse th fight to give wooieu what is due them ultimately win." This evening i great nisny of Hie delegates to the con gress left to ntteiul the international siil'frngo nlllnni'e conveutioti lu llinln pest from .luao 1.1 to 211. Tho delegates will slop for a three days' visit iu Vienna, where they will join Willi l.liDP other delegates anil visitors to the Budapest convention as guests nf thi Austrian woman's suffrugn committee June 10, II and 12. Burrrngettos Gather. lusiTsn rssss mmskii wis I l'lsguo, June 7, ne thotmsiiil wom en delegates and visitors to tho Jlinlri pest convention nf the International woman suffrage nlllnnci which opens Juno 1,1, arrived today from Berlin. The visitors were tho guests of the Bo hemian woman suffrage committee. Tho guests will leave Monday for Vienna, where they will be formally mceivml hy the Austrian woman suffrage committee.