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IN THE WEB OF ev... LILLIAN GILLIN. CHAPTER X. (Continued.) “{ have proved nothing, Beatrice, nor have they given me my freedom, he replied. “I escaped to-day from jail. How, matters not. I am_ here, but every moment is fraught with danger. Beatrice, I would have stayed and stood my trial, secure in my inno- cence, but that I was in the hands of perjurers.“ You know your cousin's testimony. What chance had I in my innocence to stand up against it with- out proof? And how could I gain pr shut up in a prison’s walls? How could I pay my debt to him when my hands were tied? So I have untied them. Beatrice, Iam a free man, and they shall ne take me, back alive Listen to me, my dear, and don’t trem- ble nor be af leave my plac aid. I am not going to e unfilled in the cell I have left va I am going to pro- vide a substitute. It may be one year, or two, or three before I am able to do but it shall be done. And that substitute is Randolph Chester. As bitter and implacable as he has been to me, so will I be to him; but niy ‘weapons shall be truth—his have been perjury and false witness. In open combat, let us see which will win. 1 only came here, rling, to see and to tell you this—to swear to you, if you needed the oath, that you were not more innocent than I; to hold you once in my arms, to pre you to my heart, to taste once a n the sweet- ness of your lips, and then to disap- pear, as Bertram Talbot, from the world; but ever, the sleuth- hound, to follow on Randolph Ches- ter’s track, to double on his doubling, to ferret every purpose, every motive of his life, until, mesh by m , Lhave woven about him a web from which there is no escape.” He had spoken so hotly, so impetu- ously, she could not have checked him if she would; but as she realized that he was again to leave her—that his coming had only been to bid her once more farewe he clung to him with weary desolation. “Bertie, Bertie! she pleaded, “I, too, distrust and r him. Do not leave me, dear!" “My child, I am powerless. Sweet as is my dream of winning you, I would not to-night claim you were the power given me; nor ever until I can prove to the world and to you, sweet- heart, who need no proof, that I bear the burden of another’s guilt. But, my darling, you are protected from him and all others. This is your home. It rests with you whether I shall be admitted to its doors. A bitter cry burst from her lips. Her home! So he believed, little dreaming that she had no home. From her he must hear the sad story. As it had been told to her, unfalteringly, she re peated it to him. “Sometimes I think we wrong him, Bertie,” she concluded. , dear! by marrying me now he gains nothing. I am penniless. The money is all his. Why should he want to link his life with a nameless girl? And yet, at the sound of his voice, I shudder—at his touch, I instinctively recoil. His very beauty repulses me. You know why I ‘was about to end it all when you came—why death was sweeter to me in its caim chill than life spent with him. For my sake, when dead, he -would have spared my mother’s mem- ory. The lawyer said my death would make all things easy. Oh, Bertie, it is not yet too late! See, half the con- tents of the bottle still are here. Pour them out, and let me drink them With ‘your arms close-wrapped about me.” For the first time during her story she uplifted her eyes to his face. She was terrified at the change which had taken place there. Pale before, he was now livid, and his breathing was labored and painful. His eyes, too, wore an expression she had never seen there before. As she finished speaking, he reached out his hand for the bottle, still stand- ing uncorked upon the table. She thought he was about to obey her command, and smiled wearily, as though glad to throw off life’: aeavy purden; but instead, his fingers closed about the fragile glass until it snap- ped within them, aud its dark contents spilled themselves at his feet, with here and there a drop of blood, where the sharp edges had cut into the flesh. He seemed unconcious: of it all, and still held the broken fragments fast until a faint cry from Beatrice arous- ed him. “Bertie, you are hurt! The glass is cutting you! Let go of it.” He unloosed his hold then, and shook it from him. With her hankerchief she wiped the blood away, and bound the linen about it. As she finished, he caught her ‘once more to him in a grasp that fair- ly hurt, while one great sob rent his frame. “Thank God! thank God! I came in time!” he said. “My child—my jittle girl! Swear to me that what- ever befall, you will never again at- tempt your life. And listen, Beatrice! If I have needed nerve and courage for my coming struggle you have supplied me with both. All—all that this villain has told you is false, and told to serve some purpose of his own. My darling think of your father, his honor, his rectitude, and imagine him always, always under the shadow of this lie. Look at your mother’s pic- ture! Recall that he venerated her memory, of a saint. Was ever face more pure than hers? And think you, if this story had been true, your father would not have provided so carefully for your future as to put it beyond the reach of chance? Ah, darling, I have not only myself now to avenge, but you, as well. Fear nothing in assert- ing your bold claim to your own name and your own rights. If there is no will, then Randolph Chester has stolen 4t. It needs no paper for you to know that ‘he name upon your mother’s tombsvone is fonever hers, beyond the petty pilfering of man. Poor, little, fluttering bird!. Must I leave you in this cruel serpent’s power for a little longer? Lut be brave, be strong, my 3eatrice, and remember, though you lose all sight, all trace of me, I am on the villain’s track, and will yet con- front him with his villainy.” A new light stole into the lovely eyes as she listened to the heassuring words. A blush of shame mantled her cheek, at the remembrance of how short a time béfore she had hovered on the brink of self-destruction. Something like horror of herself overwhelmed her that she, for one fleeting moment, had doubted her fath- *s honor, her mother's purity. you are right, Bertie,” she said. ou need not fear to leave me now. I will be strong and brave, not only for both our s: , but that we may wipe away the stain from the dead. Only, Bertie, I am a poor, weak girl, and this man is so strong and so merciless! Take me with you, dear! Do not force me to meet him alone!” “I cannot, I dare not take you, Beat- rice. Remember, in the law's eye Iam a criminal. I cannot tell you when its pitiless arm will be outstretched to seize me. With you, I should be pow- erless to elude its grasp. As it is, to- night, I leave with you my identity. I go out from you in a disguise I hope to make impenetrable, let it assume what shape it will, I shall be often near you, dear, when you neither know nor suspect it. Have faith in me,, darling, for a little while, until I dare tear off my mask and meet Randolph Chester, as I have sworn, once more face to face! My love,” his voice softened to inexpressible tenderness, “farewell! 1 must say good-night, for it is late. God knows, my darling, when we may meet for our good-morning; but share my faith, that already the dawning of that perfect day is scattering the night's black clouds. Be strong, be brave, my love—my love! Farewell!” He took her in his arms and held her, close-strained to his heart. When should he hold her thus again? Ged alone knew—-the great God who had made of him that night His hum- ble messenger. Beatrice was the first to unclasp her clinging hold and push him gently from her. “Go, Bertie!” she whispered. “You | may incur fresh danger by delay. But stay! Have you money? Take this.” And, opening her desk, she took from it a roll of notes. He placed them in the breast pocket of luis coat. “They may serve us both, dearest,” he said. “I will not refuse, like the beggar, to receive your alms.” Again he held her in his arms, then breke aw The window still stood open. The brenches of the tree waved in the night wind. But, hark! what was that sound which mingled with it? Ile le: d over the balustrade of the | little window. A light streamed from | the room beneath and threw the shad- ow of two men upon the grass—two ching and waiting. he stole back into the room. ce,” he said, “I am discov- ered. ipe is cut off by the window. Is there no other way?” Her lovely face paled; but there was no longer cowardice or fear, only the light of a great resolve. Before, however, she could open her lips to answer, a sudden knock sound- ed on her door. “Who is there?” she called, instinct- ively, motioning Bertram to stand be- hind her. * at) is 4, Beatrice,” answered her cousin's voice. “Burglars have en- tered the house. Let me come in.” “There are no burglars here,” she replied, and I can admit no one to- night.” “Let me in, Beatrice!” he persisted. “I must see and speak with you!” “No one enters my room to-night!” was the reply. A few moments’ silence followed, then the voice spoke again, but this time the accents had lost their plead- ing. and rang out, stern and clear. “Open your door!” it said. “There are those here who command it in the name of the law!” The two standing within the room looked at each other with white lips and despairing eyes. “There is one way left,” said Ber- tram. “They shall not take me with- out their life or mine the forfeit!” And he drew a pistol from’ his pock- et as he spoke. “Hush, Bertie! It shall never come to that,” whispered Beatrice. God, who has saved me once to-night, will find for us another way.” Then from without rang a sterner, harsher voice—a voice strange to their ears: “Open!” it called—‘‘open in the name of the law!" . And then followed a heavy blow up- on the door. It shivered, but stood firm. A second followed, then a third. Another moment, and those outside would be within the room. The law had tracked its prey. The fourth blow, and the door, with a great crash, fell in! CHAPTER XI. But with the sound of the first blow upon the heavy panels of the door, Beatrice had roused herself to action. She cast one rapid glance around the all-familiar room. It seemed to boast fho secret hiding-place, and her heart sank within her. The curtains could be torn down; the closets could be searched. There was no sliding panel in the wall, no spiral staircase leading to liberty, such as the castles of olden time could boast. The second blow fell. ‘trembled. “God help us!” she murmured. And then, as though God, Himself, , The door | this room. had vouchsafed an answer to that un- conscious appeal to His great misht, her glance fell upon an article of fur- niture which in that instant seemed to have been manufactured by the an- gels. It was a cushioned lounge, but it served two purposes, for the top could be lifted like a trunk, and within was a long, open space, within which dress- es might be laid at length. For the moment it was empty. She sprang forward, and lifting it, motioned to Bertram to conceal him- self. He hesitated with a man’s instinctive hesitation to turn his back upon a foe. “Quick!” she pleaded; “for my sake and the future. They will overpower you, andsthen I shall be indeed alone The third blow warned them both that not a moment must be lost. She clasped her hands imploringly upon his arm. Her words bore fruit. It was for her sake and the future. The fourth blow—and with a great crash the door gave way. Three men sprang into the room, but paused, bewildered, on the threshold, for, corfronting them stood only a young and exquisitely-beautiful girl, her small head haughtily erect and her eyes flashing their scornful questioning at the reason for this base intrusion. They hesitated, abashed, for though she spoke no word, her silence was more eloquent than speech, and her glance confessed them cowards. She was very pale—a paleness the more marked by the contrast of her deep mourning dress, its crape folds outlining so perfectly the slender, graceful figure, while the light falling upon her hair converted it into a crown of golden glory on her young head. + At this juncture a fourth man ap- peared upon the scene. Perhaps fear- ing violence, he had let the three offi- cers precede him. He now stepped forward to give them courage, though his very lips were white with disappointed rage. “Ah, the bird has flown!” he said— “though not so far, I warrant, but that we may overtake and bring him back with pinioned wings.” Regardless of Beatrice, he stepped across the floor and out on the bal- cony, calling to those stationed below: “You are sure your man has not escaped?” “Not this way,” both replied. “Flash your lanterns into the branches of the tree!” he commanded, | further. But the light revealed only the green boughs, and the twittering birds, rude- ly awakened from their sleep. “He.is within this room, then,” he said, turning back. “Search it, and leave no spot unsearched.” The men advanced a single step, when Beatrice, putting up one hand, waved them back. Instinctively, they obeyed the silent gesture, as though it had been the mandate of a queen. For the first time she spoke. “Leave my room instantly!” she said. “No one gives orders here save my- self!” They looked from her to Chester. He reassured them by a quiet smile. ‘The game was in his hands now. He could afford to have his tranquility un- disturbed. For the moment he had been chilled by the fear that the cul- prit had escaped him. Reassured by the men beneath the window, and knowing that the apart- ment offered no other egress for es- cape, his color returned. He motioned the men to withdraw, but by a look, indicated that they were to remain within call. “Beatrice,” he said, gently, when they two were alone, I wish to spare you all that it is possible; but, my child, you cannot evade the law. I | told you a thief had entered the house. It is useless to disguise from you that I have recognized that thief’s identity with Bertram Talbot. Oh, my child, are you not already convinced of this man’s unworthiness that you still seek to shield him? Tyrrell saw a man swing himself from the branches of a tree on to yon balcony—saw him enter Scarcely had he made this discovery, and was a bout to arouse the household, when four men entered the grounds. Bertram Talbot had es- caped from custody, and, following his trail, it led them here. They appealed to me. I could but promise them all the assistance in my power. One of their number they left with Tyrrell to watch below. The other three are with- out. They are officers of the law, Bea- trice, and armed with its authority. In aiding Bertram Talbot you, too, are putting yourself within its power. If he is a man,” raising his voice “he will not let you bear this stigma. He will surrender himself.” Fearful that Bertie might hear and rashly accept this challenge, Beatrice hastened to interrupt him. “Bid your men enter and search!” she said, scornfully. “I no longer for- bid—I invite them. It was only that they forced their entrance that made me take such action. You say that Bertram Talbot is in this room? Your spies saw him enter? Seek and find him, then. He is not invisible. He cannot make himself so. My chamber boasts no secrets, as you well know, since this house is as familiar to you as to me. Only I shall begin to believe in witchcraft, since, perchance, I am told one man enters my room unseen, by the window, and three break down my door in pursuit. Bid your friends enter, Mr. Chester. We will institute 2 game of hide-and-seek. If you have no objection, I will watch the hunt.” And, smiling, scornfully, she threw herself, as if weary, upon the cushions of her lounge. Her heart was beating madly, but she maintained her outward calm, and her voice had never rung more sweetly, more clearly, than now that she knew that on its accents hung her lever’s freedom, if not his life. Rardolph Chester, standing before her, scanned her narrowly, but no quiver, no tremor, betrayed on her part an instant’s fear. Calmly she returned his gaze, until his own eyes fell. “Cculd it be,” he thought, “that Tyr- rell wos mistaken?” “Beatrice,” he said again, “the men must enter! Bertram Talbot, if here, must be found! Will you not volun- tarily expose his hiding place?” Again the swift scorn of her glance $n ys “Inne af wert as, springing to her feet, she walked toward the shattered door, beyond which the offi- | cers were standing in a little group. “Gentlemen,” she said, in, the low, quiet tone only a high-bred woman can assume, “I commanded you, a few mo- ments ago, to leave my room, since you had surprised and angered me by entering it by force. I am mistress, not alone here, but of all this house. The house I now place at your dispos- al for your search, begging that you will begin it here. My cousin, Mr, Chester, is familiar with every nook and corner. You can have no more valuable assistant. To my knowledge, my roof harbors ro criminal; but since the spies surrounding my house declare it otherwise, I beg that you wil! satis- fy yourselves.” She motioned with her hand that they should enter, then turned and pre- ceded them back into the room. They stood, uncertain what to do, but Randolph Chester, livid with an- ger, and trembling with the fear born of Beatrice’s cold and haughty -.1m, that some strange mistake had been made, roughly ordered that they begin the search. Once more Beatrice threw herself listlessly back upon the cushions of the lounge, and watched them with quite a smile of inexpressible scorn. The opened closets and peered be- hind curtains; ruthlessly invaded pos- sible and impossible places where a man might be concealed; but, at the end of fifteen minutes, they were fain to confess themselves defeated, and to acknowledge that at least in the pri- vate apartments of Grey Oaks’ young and beautiful mistress no one was in hiding. “Are you satisfied?” she asked her cousin, in cold, cutting tones. “Satisfied?” he echoed. “Satisfied that Bertram Talbot is under this roof? Yes; and I am also satisfied that you could disclese his hiding place.” “I thought that you were searching for a thief!” was the reply she deigned. “Aye, and we will find a thief!”’ re- plied Chester. “You know the house,” she said. “I trust you will see that these gentle- men (slightly emphasizing the latter word) will have no cause to complain that any portion of it has been over- looked.” He drew to her as she spoke these words, and leaning over, whispered in her ear, so that only she might hear: “Take care, Beatrice!” he said. “Do not try me too far. Remember that I am master here!” gd “Of Grey Oaks—yes, perhaps,” she answered, aloud, the blood rushing hot- ly to her cheeks. “But of Beatrice Markham—no!” “Of Beatrice Markham?” he ques- tioned, drawing out the latter name. “Is there a Beatrice—Markham?” “Coward!” she rejoined, and he winced as though she had struck him with her open hand. But he turned and led the men from the room. For two hours, from turret to cellar, the search was carried on without re- sult. “We must have been misinformed, Mr. Chester,” said their foreman: “and we have lost valuable time, I fear. Could the man who first gave you this news have any motive in leading you on a false track?” “None,” answered Chester, gloomily. “I could have sworn that Talbot en- tered this house; but unless he pos- sesses the power to render himself in- visible, it cannot be.” 7 Then, left alone, the search aband- oned, and the officers gone in pursuit of some new clue, he gave himself up to black thoughts and baffled anger. “Again the officer's words occurred to him: Could the man who first gave you this news have had any motive in lead- ing you on a false track?” Surely, all Tyrrell’s interests lay in serving him; but suppose—suppose he were attempting a double game? Tyrrell was still (by his orders) hold- ing his vigil beneath the windows of Beatrice’s room. Beset by this new doubt, he walked to the window, and gave a long, low whistle, which would indicate to the man that his master wanted him. ‘The summons was almest instantly obeyed. With ‘a slow, shuffling step, Tyrrell approached. “I wish to speak with you.” said Chester, noting that the man’s eyes sank beneath his gaze. “You gave us false information last night. Whar prompted you?” “I told you the truth, sir!” was the half-sullen, half-dogged answer. “The truth!” repeating his question. “Where, then, is the man you swore you saw enter the house. We have searched in every nook and corner, and can discover no trace of him. “It’s not my business, sir, to know his hiding place; but I saw him, plain enough; I saw him climb the tree, and, as he sprung from it to the balcony outside Miss Beatrice’s window, the light streamed on his face and i rec- ognized him, quick enough.” “You are sure there could be no mis- take?” “Td swear to it, sir.” Chester laughed, ironically. “I'm afraid ‘your oath would not go for much in a court of law, Tyrrell.” “It ’d be as good as some other men’s, sir.” Chester’s face flushed hotly. “What do you mean?” he thundered. “Tr care, you scoundrel! Remem- ber that I have a noose about yout neck and can make you swing; and, by heaven, if I ever hear of your playing me false I'll do it! Now, go! You need watch no longer. If your story was true, the man has escaped us; if false, it will be the worse for you. Your debt to me is not easily paid, and I'll exact it to the uttermost farthing.” The man silently obeyed him and shuffled from his sight. But, outside, a swift change passed over his face, and, turning, he shook his fist, in the darkness, toward the room where his master sat, (To Be Continued.) He Would Make a Change. Of course she knew he was a mean man, but she did not think he was as mean as he proved to be: “IT can see,” he said, “where woman in politics would make a very great change.” “Where?” she asked, unsuspicious- ly. Teewhy, if she were given the fran- chise,” he explained, “the proportion of what is known as the silent vote would be considerably lessened,”—~ RED RIVER LEAGUE. An Effort Will Be Made to Organize a Cireuit. The prospects for the organization of a Red River Valley base ball league this season are excellent. The year 1897 was the most disastrous for base ball in the history of the valley. In that year a number of enthusiastic but injudicious lovers of the sport con- ceived the idea of putting the game on a professional basis, and professional teams were organized in Grand Forks, Fargo, Moorhead and Wahpeton, hav- ing all paid men. Being professionai teams, they were expected by the pub- lic to put up professional games, but the grade of players to be secured for the salaries, which the various man- agements could afford to pay was not of a high order, and the games were not satisfactory. Ail the clubs ran be hind, and there are many base ball men in the valley who have consider- able sums charged to expense on ac- count of the base ball season of 1897. The experience of that year had a de- pressing effect, and the game lan- guished unttil last year, when there was a revival of interest, and most of the valley towns had clubs, organized on strictly amateur lines. The season was successful, and this spring there are evidences of still greater interest. The Grand Forks team has been re- organized, with Dr. Taylor president and Eugene Fritz manager, and there are prosrecis of good teams in most, of the towns. In jhe near future,» as many of the managers as can be got together will meet and outline plans for the season. It is expected that a league will be organized, governed by a cen- tral board, and that a pennant will be awarded to the league making the best record. RURAL SCHOOL CONSOLIDATION. New Scheme Indorsed by Patrons at Hoople. Consolidation of the schools and transportation of pupils to central schools received an impetus in Walsh county through a meeting held at Hoople. The meeting was made up of about 150 school patrons and taxpay- ers of Hoople and the four outlying districts. Principal John Walstad of Hoople was instrumental in working up the sentiment and calling the meet- ing, in order that the plan might be explained. County Supt. Troslin, Supt. W. A. Stockwell of Grafton, Principal Sherarts of Hamilton and others ad- dressed the meeting. Mr. Sherrarts had had actual experience with the workings of the system in Ohio. Nu- merous questions were asked andthe plan was thoroughly canvassed. For- mer State Senator Hillier presented the difficulties to be encountered. Howev- er, it was the unanimous opinion that the plan would bring far better results than the present system. A resolution was unanimously adopted indorsing the idea. The law of 1899 makes it possi- ble to consolidate, but greater difficult- ies will be encountered in counties where the district system prevails than in those where the township system is in vogue. North Dakota is in line with every progressive educational move- ment. INFRINGEMENT OF PATENT. Dowagiae People Bring Suits in North Dakota. There threatens to be serious litiga- tion in the United States district court of this state over the fight between the Dowagiac and Cassopolis wheat drill firms, United States Marshal Haggart has a large force of deputies out over the state serving notices on dealers who handle the Cassopolis drills. The Dowagiac people claim that the drills are an infringement on their patents. The hearing has been set before Judge Amidon May 6. The Washington officials have decid- ed that the trouble between the new settlers and squatters on the Fort Bu- ford reservation Coes not come under United States jurisdiction, and that the state will have to preserve order. The supreme court will adjourn the Fargo term Saturday, even if all cases are not completed by that time, as the Bismarck term begins Tuesday, April 9. The causes are being disposed of as rapidly as possible, and some import- ant actions are being heard that will involve new decisions. “WITHDREW” THE TIMBER. Poachers cn Government Land Sen- tenced by Judge Amidon. William and John Richards pleaded guilty in the United States court at Fargo of removing timber from gov- ernment land in Towner county. They were sentenced by Judge Amidon to short terms in jail and $30 fine. Judge Amidon has appointed George H. Soule of Towner United States commission- er. Among the recent bankrupts dis- charged by the United States court at Fargo were G. E. Keienott, Grafton; J. G. Comstock, Wahpeton; L. A. Ty- son, Hankinson; Joe Mills, Hankinson; Henry O'Neill, Fargo; P. O. Nyseter, Fargo. The Fargo Elks are preparing to at- tend the grand lodge reunion at Mil- waukee in large numbers. There are 263 members of the local lodge, and efforts will be made to get over 200 of them to attend the session and partici- ipate in the parade. STUTSMAN COUNTY FARMS. Wheat Planting Commenced in Sev- eral Localities. Seeding has commenced on several of the farms in Stutsman county. The ground is reported to be in excellent shape. There is some water in the low places, but it is not looked upon-as a discouraging feature by farmers, even if it makes it a little more diffi- cult for seeding. © Although many farmers have plenty of seed, there are others who may have difficulty in obtaining what they need, and the county will asked to furnish it. | STATE TO MAKE MORE BUTTER. One Hundred New Creamerics Will Be Este dlished. Minnesota's facilities as a butter- making state, already of widespread fame, are to be increased vastly dur- ing the present season if the plans that have been outlined to Dairy and Food Commissioner McConnell are carried to completion. Reports that have come to him indicate that at least 100 new creameries will be es- tablished this summer. The state has at present 782 cream- eries, whose combined annual product runs into the millions of dollars. Three inspectors are engaged to look after these plants, insist upon their sanitary condition and keep a constant watch for law violation. The inspectors are urged to encourage the establishment of new creameries, either on the co- operative plan or by private capital. This work has been done so. success- fully that the growth of the butter- making industry in the State this year is expected to eclipse all former ef- forts. The plans for these creameries do not corhe from any particular section of the state, but interest has been awakened all through the common- wealth. The interest is especially in- tense, however, at Hinckley and sur- rounding towns. This portion of the state is recovering rapidly from the effects of fires that swept its towns off the map. The pastures have been restored and the country has been re- settled to an extent that will war- rant the establishment of creameries, with an assurance that they will be paying investments. One feature of the reports submitted to Mr. McConnell that is considered especially gratifying is that many of the creameries abandoned during the depression are being rebuilt and will be in full operation within a few weeks. FROTEST TO SENATOR CLAPP. Delegation of In ns Cie'™ te Be Defrauded by ‘Timber Thieves. Red Blanket of Leech Lake, pr.nci- pal chief of the Chippewa tribe, and Mahche-gah-bow, a subchief, recently protested to Senator Ciapp against the manner in which, as they allege, the Chippewas are being defrauded by timber cutters on the reservation. They claim that white and half-breed lumbermen are destroying the reser- vation timber by cutting large quan- tities of green timber, ostensibiy under the provisions of the “dead-and-down” timber law, They also claim that, although the Indians have been alloited land in severalty, many of them do not know where their allotments are and cannot find out. They complain that all the work of cutting timber is given to half-breeds and squaw-men, when the tribe had supposed that full-blood In- dians would secure the work. MANY ASK FOR PARDON. State Board Will Consider Forty- Two Applicaticns Monday. The state board of pardons, com- posed of Gov. Van Sant, Attorney General Douglas and Chief Justice Start, will soon meet to consider ap- plications for pardon from various in- stitutions. There are thirty-four new applications and ¢ight that were con- 4 tinued from the last board meeting. Three prisoners serving life sen- tences for murder ask to be released. ‘They are Henry Jackson of Crow | Wing county, Fred Hittman of Olm- sted county and Nick Christello of Aitkin county. Adelbert R. Lawton, serving fifteen years for manslaughter, is also an applicant. He attracted at- tention recently by asserting that he could locate the’ Cudahy kidnapners. Frederick Whittaker, John E. Moore, Charles Wilson and John Pinger, un- der sentence from Ramsey for larceny, are applicants for executive clemency. POULTRY SHOW PLANS. The annual show of the Minnesota State Poultry association for 1902 will be held in St. Paul the last week in January. This was decided recently at the annual meeting of the associa- tion held in St. Peul. Sharp Butter- field of London, Ont., and J. A. Tucker of Concord, Mich., will be the judges. Henry Grunhagen was re-elected president; J. E. Brown was chosen vice president; William Schultz, see- ond vice president, and J. H. Goette, secretary and treasurer. The election of district vice presidents was left with the executive committee. High- teen new members were voted into the association. The report of the secretary and treasurer showed that the association had received enough money from the last annual show to meet all its obli- gations and leave a small balance in ‘he treasury. ASK FOR SUMMER SCHOOLS. Applications have come to the office of the state superintendent of public instruction from almost every county in the state asking schools be established there. No ac- tion will be taken until the legislature passes upon the bill appropriating $1¢,- 000 for the maintenance of summer schools. First Assistant Nelson stated that if the bill should pass plans would be made for about fifty schools, beginning on July 10 and continuing four weeks. Should the bill not pass not more than thirty-five schools can be conducted on the present appropriation, and one school will have to serve several coun- ties. Helena, Mont., April 6.—Mrs. Will- iam Hancock and her husband had a quarrel a short time ago and Hancock told his wife that they were not legal- ly married. She believed him an@ married a railroad man named McCall. Hancock had both arrested, and Mrs. McCall yesterday pleaded guilty to bigamy and was sentenced to three menths in the penitentiary. New Paynesville, Minn., April 6. — Seeding in this vicinity began earnest on Tuesday. one-half of the farmers in this township have begun to put in the seed. Pe that summer } | / t |