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——_— “ CHAPTER XX—(Continued.) “The library—last night, Beatrice?” he repeated. “My dear child, what can you mean? Have you been dreaming? I was not in the library last night. Al- len and I were the last to separate, and he bade me good-night on the thresh- old of my own room, which I did not leave again.” As in a maze, Beatrice began to see the workings of his plot—less dimly, very faintly, she could peer into its labyrinths. But the curtain which had concealed from her the very possibility of human wickedness, so cunningly devised and skilfully executed, was being slowly lifted, and even this indistinct view thus gained caused her soul to turn sick with dread. She made him no further reply. mtarily, she looked toward Al- Witk studious care he was select- e choicest grapes to lay upon Miss imer’s plate. Mrs. Layton sat qui- etly discussing her breakfast, deaf to the conversation. met hers. thy. Cora’s glance alone It was full of tender sympa- abruptly from the table, she astily left the room. “I believe they all think me mad!” she said, aloud, as she closed behind her the door, “I believe they all think me mad! I must have outside help. 1 cannot bear this alone!” She was calm now, but it was a calm pitiful than the excitement which th despairing gesture she pushed with her hands the little, cluster- ing rings of sunny hair from the low, white Lrow, as though their weight op pressed her. “What can I do?” she said, again. “What can I do? Oh, Bertie! Bertie! have you, too, failed me?” Just once, she thought, to lay her tired head on his faithful breast—oh, God, to close her eyes and die there! What greater bliss could be offered her? It could not be that, knowing her great need of him, he would find some way to reach her, as she must find some way to let him know this need. “Bertie, come to me,” she wrote. “Come in the guise you promised to as- sume, but let me know that you are near me. I have returned to Grey ©aks. I am back in the cruel web of the iniquitous spider. Closer and closer he is binding with his merciless withes my fluttering wings. They will soon cease the struggle. Hasten to save me before it is too late!” Even to write the words brought her some relief; but, having writen them, how could her message reach him? As she put to herself the perplexing question, a low knock sounded on her door. ‘ CHAPTER XXI. It was Cora, who, almost timidly, in obedience to her summons to enter, ven- tured in, not closing the door behind her. She came forward and knelt beside the chair in which Beatrice sat. “I want you to lock at me—to speak to me!” she said, impulsively. “Ev- erything here is so strange to-day that I feel as if I were dreaming. Are you really Beatrice Markham? Do you know, I could not sleep last night? And I wanted so much to tell you that I love you even better than before, and that I am so, so sorry for all that you have suffered!” P It seemed to Beatrice that she was years older than the child who knelt be side her; yet how short a time ago she, too, had been a girl, happy and light- hearted, unconscious ef a care! “Can I do nothing for you?” pursued Cora, looking up wistfully into the beautiful face, with the eyes gazing ahead so sadly into nothingness. They turned toward her as she spoke turned, with a searching, eager light. Might she not find here an answer to the question which an instant before had seemed so hopeless? was the thought that came to Beatrice almost as an inspiration. Cora, at least, was faithful and true, and. it was a little, such a little thing she asked of her. “May I trust you, dear?” she ques- tioned. “Indeed—indeed you may! will let me help you, then?” “Yes, Cora, you may help me very greatly. Listen! I have a friend—a very dear and faithful friend—to whom 1 must send a written message. I dare not put it in the post bag, for I know that it would never reach its destina- tion, and, besides, it would betray him to his enemies; for Randotph Chester is his enemy, as he is mine. It must be posted in the village. I cannot do this, for I should be watched. I dare not trust the servants. Cora, will you do it for m “with all my heart! Give me the let- ter. It shall be mailed this very day!” “And you will never let it pass from you hands, Cora, except into the mail? ‘And you will keep my secret faithful- bie “You need not doubt me,” answered Cora, and she meant the words in all loyalty. That she failed later in her trust was through no fault of the latter quality. hank God for having sent you to me!” exclaimed Beatrice. “Oh, Cora, you have given me new life!”’ And, putting the letter she had just completed into an envelope, she sealed, stamped and addressed it; then gave it to the girl, who slipped it in the bosom pf her dress. “T am going to the postoffice at once!” she cried, springing up. “In an hour I shall come back to tell you that my mission ts fulfilled. Do you know, Be- atrice, I feel as if I were assisting some heroine im a play?” Beatrice smiled sadly. “God help the heroines, if such is the play that moulds them!” she answered. But her heart felt lighter when Cora Oh, you LILLIAN GILLIN. had gone. It almost seemed as though an angel had visited her. Meanwhile, the angel, with a coquettish hat be- comingly adjusted on her pretty head, came tripping down the grand old stair- case, and boldly opened the great hal: door; but ere she had time to close it, a preventing hand was laid upon it, and Randolph Chester's face smiled into hers. “Are you going to venture for a walk, Miss Cora?” he asked, bending his gaze upon her, and noting that her eyes fell beneath his glance, while the color flushed her cheek. “Yes,” she answered. ‘The sunshine tempted me. Besides, Mr. Chester, I am going shopping in your village, so you must not detain me.” “Shopping?” he repeated after her. Why, then, should I not be initiated in- to its mysteries? Permit me to accom- pany you.” “No, I would rather go alone. Please, let me go alone,” she urged, forgetting her politeness and caution in her eager- ness. The man’s dark eyes flashed; but he dropped their lids, and she noted noth- ing. He had watched her go to Beatrice’s room. He now guessed that her errand and this visit were closely allied. He had been fully conscious, too, of the influence he might exert over this child. Heretofore he had been too much en- grossed by weightier matters to give it due attention. It behooved him now to exercise it. “You will not deprive me of a quiet walk with you, Miss Cora?” he said, in gentle reproach, while his eyes met hers with a look which seemed to burn into her soul, and thrilled her with strange, new happiness. “How have I sinned against you, that you should be so cru- el, and what may I do to win forgive- ness?” “Well, the letter could not be posted to-day,” thought Cora. “It must wait until to-morrow, but Beatrice would un derstand that the delay was through no fault of hers.” “Come with me if you will, Mr. Ches- ter,” she said, aloud. “I only feared that it might bore you.” “Bore me to be with you, Miss Cora?” he questioned, in accents of surprise. “You do not know how it rests me,” he continued, walking on by her side, “to come near you. I have had so much sorrew of late that to be near one who does not even guess the meaning of the word brings comfort of itself. Then, too, some subtle sympathy has told me that you, too, love my cousin, and can guess what I must suffer in having her restored to me with her once brilliant mind cleuded, if not forever shattered.” He paused, as though he could say no more. Cora’s own eyes were filled with tears. “J—I think you are wrong,” she ven- tured, timidly. ‘We have been so much together, and I have seer no sign of a disordered mind.” He smiled indulgently. “She has cunningly concealed it. But you heard her last night say that a voice from the dead had commanded her to return to her home; and this morning she detailed a long conversa- tion as taking place between us last night, all of which exists only in her imagination. But I have a greater fear for her. Will you pardon me, Miss Cora, if I burden you with my burdens and my alarms? I do not know how it is, but something in your nature tells me that I may dare claim your sympa- thy. Beatrice, as I have told you, was my affianced wife. Since the fatal shock of her father’s death, the most singular phase ef her madness is to look upon me as her enemy, and to regard the man-who robbed her father—and who, inéeed, proved his assassin, since the consequent excitement upon the robbery proved his death—as her friend and lover. He was confined in prison, but escaped; and should Beatrice meet him, she would unhesitatingly do what- ever he bade her. He is utterly unscru- pulous, and has already attempted to force his way into her presence. You can understand now the terrible and in- creasing anxiety under which I labor. Think what her awakening would be, should reason return to her, to find her- self in this man’s power, and lost to me forever!” Again his voice broke; but his keen eyes, under their dark lashes, watched her covertly, saw the blood recede from her cheeks until they were of a ghastly whiteness, and her lips quivered, while an awful sense of responsibility seemed to crush her with its unwonted weight. The letter burned like a red-hot coal in her bosom. She doubted not that it was to him of whom Chester had spoken. His honor, his truth, she had no rea- son to doubt. Besides, had he not pleaded his love for Beatrice? And what else could be his motive? .Chester saw that the time to strike, and strike boldly, had come. He stopped abruptly in the middle of the road, and quickly caught her one little gloved hand, forcing her, likewise, to pause. Then he bent his eyes full upon her face, compelling her to slowly raise he: lids and let her eyes meet his, ~ Through their clear depths he read down into her transparent soul. “Cora,” he said, “you are the bearer of some message to the man of whom I have just told you, though haif his wickedness I could not tell you. Your heart is too pure to comprehend. If you would save Beatrice from herself, give me this message.” His eyes were more imperative than his words. She felt under the potent in- fluence of seme subtle spell. His glance never wandered from her face. His hand tightened its pressure upon hers. Instinctivety her disengaged fingers sought the letter. Another moment, and it lay before Randofph Chester's hun- gry gaze. His own hand reached out and grasped it. But the clear, bracing air which that moment fanned Beatrice’s fevered cheek as she leaned from her open window and prayed heaven to speed her mes- sage on its course, brought her no whis- per of the fatal truth. CHAPTER XXII, “Oh, give it back to me!” cried Cora, as her fingers closed upon the trust she had betrayed. ‘It cannot be just as you say! Or, even so, I cannot prove false to my word!” ‘My child, I have already told you Beatrice is not responsible for her own acts. We who love her so well cannot guard her too closely. Do you trust me so little, Cora, that you think I would intercept any message she would care to send, did I not know how hurtful it would prove to her? Take back the let- ter, then! Go your way with it! Only remember that you must accept the re- sponsibility of your own act!” He half-turned away, an expression of pain upon his handsome face. The child wavered, but his subtle in- fluence was upon her. She gently thrust aside his extended arm. “De as you will with it,” she said. He caught her little hands again, and gently pressed them. “Walk back with me to the ledge,” he said, gently. “I wish to leave some or- ders there. Then we will go on to the village together for our promised shop- ping.” They turned back. The lodge gates stood open; the lodge door was closed, He knocked imperatively. After some delay a shuffling step was heard within, a bolt was withdrawn and the door flung open. Instinctively Cora shrank back. A man, evidently scarcely recovered from a night’s.debauch, stood on the threshold. Indeed, in his hand he held a jug, the hot fumes of whose contents mingling with the fresh air testified that it was not yet ended. But in his master’s pres- ence he seemed in no wise embarrassed or confused. “You drunken fool!” cried Chester, angrily. “Wait for me outside, Miss Cora. If you will walk up amd down before the gates I will rejoin you in a very few moments.” ‘ “So this is how you attend to your duties?” he added to Tyrrell, as Cora hastened, gladly, to obey him. The man muttered a few words be- neath his breath, but they were neither excuse nor explanation. Chester’s eyes lighted en the steaming jug and, walking rapidly toward it, he held over it the letter which had just fallen into his hands. From under his red, bleared eyelids Tyrrell watched him. - The steam soon did its work. The en- velope, moistened, but otherwise unin- jured, was readily unsealed. Beatrice’s eager cry to Talbot was spread before his gaze. An instant sufficed for him to gain its meaning. A cruel, triumphant light shot into his eyes. This letter must not fail to reach its destination. It would bring Talbot here and in disguise. Ha, ha! Once warned, what disguise would conceal the truth from him? The trap was set, and by Beatrice’s own fair hands. He had but to wait and watch—wait and watch! No dan- ger of him sleeping on his post. The fly already in his web had brought another victim. Well, the spider would have in readiness the withes, from which, this time, there should be no release. “Let me find you in this condition again, and I’ll turn you out ef doors, neck and heels!” he fiung to Tyrrell, as a parting admonition, as, with the pre- cious missive resealed, he advanced, smilingly, towards Cora. “7m not thinking that you will,” mut- tered the man after him, “for I might ‘pe turning you out, ‘neck and heels,’ of yer fine house on the hill, I’m thinking! And, after all,” closing the door and taking a copious draught from the still steaming jug, “it’s doing me better sar- vice, this same jug, this minute, than the dirty, mane task you set it your- self! Ah, it’s no good y’re up to, and nobody kisws it better than Tyrrell O'Byrne!” But no trace of the “dirty, mane task” was visible in «ne radiant smile on Randolph Chester’s handsome features, as, meeting Cora, he drew her hand within his arm. In his presence, the scruples which tortured her took instant flight. “What will I say to Beatrice?” she asked. “Humor her, my child. Tell her that you have mailed the letter!” “You think it would not be wrong to so deceive her?” “Would I so advise you were it wrong?” he tenderly asked. And once more, poor, little fluttering bird, fascinated and beguiled, she felt a very ecstacy of happiness at the low- whispered question. Nevertheless, all unknown to her, when from the village they turned their faces homeward her mission had been accomplisheé, and the letter calling Bertram Talbot to Grey Oaks was on its way toward its destination. Beatrice’s former rooms had been as- signed Miss Lorrimer, and in them, some few mornings later, she sat in deep thought. Things were not working to her sat- isfaction. She was learning to hate Be- atrice Markham with a bitter hatred; te hate the beauty which beguiled her lov- er’s glance; to hate the sweet, low voice which yet held such a note of sadness; to hate the very misfortunes which served to lend her, by their very atmosphere, a greater charm. Bitterly, too, she regretted having given her consent to this visit. Ches- ter’s course in boldly acknowledging his cousin, had taken her, like Beatrice, by surprise, and had but endowed her to Allen with fresh interest. What should she do? How should she act? In what way make her appear in his eyes unworthy? Only thus might she regain control of his heart. Re- gain! Ah, he had never loved her, and now—soon he would look upon his mar- riage to her with aversion. She felt it—knew it—and her passion for him but flamed the fiercer for the bitter and humiliating knowledge. Such thoughts made the heated air of the room intolerable. She threw open the window, and leaned out her head. that the light and wind might fan her burning tempies. As she did so, her attention was at- tracted by two men standing directly beneath her. One was Tyrrell, the man who kept the lodge, and one an old man, with bowed frame and long, white beard. His trembling hands held a staff, “I’m stronger than I look, when I have proper food,” she heard the latter say, “and I could work, if you’d find it for me to do.” “I’ve nothing for ye,” answered Tyr- rell. And just then another figure appeared upon the scene. It was Beatrice, and in her rich furs, she looked, indeed, fitting mistress of the beautiful old place. “Poor old man,”, she said, kindly. “What do you want?” “Work, miss, and a home,” he an- swered. “Unfortunately, I can do nothing for you,” she sadly replicd. “My autherity here is gone, or you should not be turned away.” The surly look left Tyrrell’s face, and he shuffied a step toward her. “If it would plase you, Miss Beatrice, I don’t mind giving him a room in the lodge, and odd chores, now and then, as he’s able. I'd like to do something tu please you, miss.” Beatrice drew back. The man’s man- ner had a hidden eagerness she could not understand. “You must consult your master, Tyr- rell, not me,” she answered, coldly, and moved away. But Tyrrell, turning to the old man, bade him stay, and roughly ordered him to the lodge. That night on her dressing table, Miss Lorrimer found a note pinned. “Courage,” it read. ‘I am here, my darling. Be brave, be patieat, and, above all things, cautious, lest you be- tray us both.” She did not quite understand its meaning, but she understood enough to know that it portended aid and com- fort to Beatrice, for whose eye it was intended. Before she slept she had in- closed it to her host. “Am I doing right?” she added to her short explanation concerning it. “I cannot tell. But, as I occupy Miss Markkam’s old vooms, I thought it might be the answer to some appeal made by that poor, mad girl, and deemed it my duty to be frank with you.” The fire of triumph blazed high in Randolph Chester’s eyes as he, next morning, read these lines, and let his hungry gaze gloat on their inclosure. So the fly had fluttered into his web at last. He, too, must be cautious— must be wary—that the web was strong to hold. Bertram Talbot was at Grey Oaks! Poor, awkward plotter, who haa already twice betrayed himself! Impelled to movement by excitement, he rose from his chair, and crossing the room, looked idly frem the window. A light snew had fallen during the night, and an old man was brushing it away from the paths. He worked well, spite of his bowed frame and white hairs. Randolph started as his glance fell on him. He watched him long and keenly, with a curious glitter in his eyes. Then, impatiently, he touched a bell pear his hand. To the servant who appeaed, he said: “Who is the old man? No one I have employed?” “Tyrrell engaged him yesterday, sir,” was the response. “Send Tyrrell to me.” Five minutes later the lodge-keeper shuffied into the room. “You have engaged a new man, I see, Tyrrell?” asked his master. “Yes,” he replied. “‘He’s not good for much; but Miss Beatrice spoke to him, and seemed not to like my turning him away.” “Miss Beatrice spoke to him, eh? And what’s your new man’s name?” “John Armstrong, sir.” “you fool!” thundered Chester. “Would you like me to tell you his name?” . He laid his hand on his servant's shoulder, and, leaning forward, hissed, in a low, trenchant whisper, two words into his ear. Tyrrell’s face grew ghastly white. “Now, listen to my orders concerning him,” continued Randolph, in his natur- al tone. But when, five minutes later, Tyrrell went from the room, though the mes- sage from his master had found him quite sober, the color had not returned to his cheeks, and he staggered like a man drunk with wine. (To Be Continued.) Ship’s Cow Boo-ed in Reply. The captain of an English steamer spun a yarn the other day of the mys- terious “Boo-o-0,” which answered his foghorn. He was steammg down the Channel, when the thick fog came on. At such times he never leaves the bridge, and sounds the fog horn him- self. On this occasion, after sounding the signal, he heard a fog horn in re- ply right ahead. He turned the ship’s head a point, to avoid collision, and then sounded again. Again the reply came, “Boo-o-o!” right ahead as be- fore. The vessel's head was put back to the same position as at first, ana once more the fog horn was sounded. Still the reply came, as before, right ahead, “‘Boo-o-o!” “It was very strange | —I could not make it out,” said the captain, telling the yarn. “I tried it again; still the same, ‘Boo-o-o!’ right ahead. °A feeling of superstition began to creep over me, and I was giving my- self a mental shake to pull myself to- gether, when the lookout man called out: ‘It’s the old cow, sir.’ And so, in truth, it was—the milch cow kept on the forecastle for the use of the ship. She, no doubt, took the ‘boo-o-oing of the signal for the cry of a companion in distress, and gave a sympathetic re- sponse.”—New York Times. ———_—_—_—_——. A Boer Maiden’s Costume. ‘The fashionable young woman of the one-time Boer republic is nothing it not brilliant in attire. This is a de- scription of a costume seen on the prin- cipal street of Natal: A carmine plush skirt, a blue silk blouse with trim- mings of pink chiffon, large leghorn hat trimmed with one red and two blue ostrich fgathers, white kid gloves, brown boots and white sun-shade linea with pink.—New York Tribune. We Would Know. She—Papa has an absurd notion that you have money. q He—I suppose we would better let him think so. She—Yes; but we've got to get mar- ried some time.—Detrott Free Press. ~ CONTRACTS FORK A LOT OF WORK. Over $600,000 to Be Spent on State insti(utions. The state board of control has issued a circular giving notice that it would advertise at once for architectural work in connection with improvements on state institutions under its jurisdic- tion, besides new buildings to be erect- ed within two years. The architect whose plans are accepted will get $4,- 500 and necessary personal expenses for supervising the work. All bids must be delivered at the office of the board of control by May 20. The contem- plated improvements will cost between $600,000 and $800,000, and are as follows: University of Minnesota — Recon- struction of chemistry building, dental department and barn; equipment of buildings for departments of hypsics, for engineering and mechanic arts and for mines. School of Agriculture, St. Anthony Park — Erection and equipment of buildings for veterinary and live stock, blacksmith shop, building for killing and cutting meat, swine breeding, girls’ dormitory, and for agricultural chem- istry; changing old chemistry building into a dormitory. Substation at Grand Rapids—Erec- tion of barn. Substation at Crookston—Erection of barn. St. Cloud Normal School — Building and equipping addition to main build- ing. Winona Normal School — Plumbing and sewer connections. Repairs. Heat- ing plant. New roof and improvements of old building. Mankato Normal School—Extraord- inary repairs. Heating plant and build- ing and equipment of library room. Moorhead Normal School — Repairs and sewerage. Addition, equipment and repairs to main building, 1902 and 1903. Duluth Normal School — Completing heating plant, water and sewerage con- nections, and basement. St. Peter Insane Hospital—Reservoir for water supply. Completing repairs north detached ward, including heat- ing and plumbing. Rebuilding and fur- nishing burnt portion. Remodeling basements of detached wards for din- ing rooms; building and furnishing laboratory. < Rochester Insane Hospital — Brick smokestack. Extraordinary repairs, Boilers. Plumbing in detached wards. Paint shop. Fergus Falls Insane Hospital—Extra- ordinary repairs. and improvements. Protecting radiators. Construction of a cottage for superintendent. Remod- eling administration building for hospi- tal purposes. Root cellar. Anoka Insane Asylum—Root cellar, Provision to dispose of sewage. Laun- dry and equipment. Extraordinary re- pairs, Completing asylum wing and equipments, Cold storage. Dairy barn and silo. New ¢ottage and equipment. horse barn and silo. Hastings Insane Asylum—Laundry. Cold storage. Root cellar. Completing asylum wing and equipment. Silos. Bridge. New cottage and blacksmith shop. Faribault Deaf School—Extraordin- ary repairs and improvements. Water tank. Iron stairs. Enlarging of shop for conversion of stone. Barn, Faribault Blind School— Repairs to sewage pipe. Extraordinary repairs and improvements. Cold storage. Met- al roof. Shop addition. Cottage for boys and lighting, heating and furnish- ing the same. Owatonna Public School—Extraordi- nary repairs and improvements. New boilers and smokestack. Extension of water works and closets. Addition to barn. Red Wing Training School—Complet- ing and furnishing building now occu- pied now by girls. Extraordinary re- pairs and improvements. Training School for Girls—To be lo- cated. St. Cloud Reformatory—Water plant. Extraordinary repairs. Administration building. Cold storage ahd creamery plant. State Penitentiary — Extraordinary repairs. PREMIUM LIST REVISED. Coming Exhibition Will Re Markel by Liberal Premiuns. Secretary Randall says that the pre- mium list for the coming fair will be ready for distribution in a few days. It will be in new form and will contain enlarged premium offers. In this con- nection Mr. Randall says: “Special attention will be given to the live stock exhibits. An effort will be made to secure the best possible types of all breeds of each class of the domestic animals—horses, cattle, sheep, swine and poultry. It will be worth much to the farmers of the state to come to the fair and study these ani- mals; see them judged by expert judges and thus learn their characteristics and qualities.” President Cooper was at the fair grounds Saturday taking in the pio- neers’ meeting and incidentally con- ferring with Secretary Randall on fair matters. Vice President Chester R. Smith of the state fair board is back from Chi- cago, where he went to arrange with the Pains’ Fireworks company for a great display for the coming fatr. He was more than successful. A contract has been made with the Pains for the presentation of their new and remod- eled “Last Days of Pompeii.” The new creation is safd to be vastly better than the old one. The foundations for the new agricul- tural hall on the fair grounds are well under way. It is expected to have work on the superstructure, in hand within a week. At the close of the week the St. Paul water board approved a form of con- tract with the state fair board contem- plating the extension of the St. Paul water mains from Hamline to the grounds. The specifications call for a twelve-inch main 4,350 feet in length. ‘There will be nearly @ mile of main in | INDIAN RELICS FOR MUSEUM. The Historical Society Appropriates Money to Carry on Archeological Research. The executive council of the State Historical society has voted to appro- priate $150 a month, during two years, to defray the cost of exploring mounds and making an archeological collection of Sioux and Ojibway relics. Prof. J. Vv. Brower will have charge of the work, which was provided for by leg- islative appropriation. Secretary Up- ham was granted a vacation of three months to visit other state historical museums for ideas concerning the man- agement of the Minnesota collection which will be maintained at the new capitol. Rev. E. C. Mitchell announced that he had purchased for the historical so- ciety a very extensive collection of stone implements used by the Indians. The collection was made by A. J. Hill and Prof. T. H. Lewis, and includes 1,237. specimens, more than half of which came from Ramsey county. STATE CROP REPORT. Conditions Have Been About Made to Order for Wheat and Oats. The weekly crop report for Minnesota is as follows: Rains on the 6th, 7th and 9th were, heavy enough in some southwestern counties to delay corn planting and were very light in small parts of the southeast. The rains were of great benefit to late sown grains, in- suring a good stand and good growth. The cool weather has started the wheat and oats and barley to stooling, a process which was suspended during the warm weather of the previous week. In the Red river valley the dry weather has allowed the low places to dry out so that wheat seeding is fin- ished on lands that could not be reached heretofore, and oat and barley seeding has also gone on rapidly. All the early sown grains are growing well, with good stands and healthy appear- ance, and the late sown are coming up well. The prepafation of the soil for corn and potato planting is going on and large areas of those crops are al- ready planted, and in a few places the early planted are up. The same applies to flax. Some sugar beet seed has been sown in McLeod and Le Sueur counties. The prospects for the clover and tim- othy crops are good. SUMMER SCHOOLS, Olsen Announces the List of Schools for Teachers. State Superintendent of Schools J. W. Olsen has announced that forty-seven summer schools will be held this year, six more than in 1900. The summer schools at Mankato, St. Sloud and the University of Minnesota, which will be- gin June 24, will last six weeks instead of four, as formerly. All the other sum- mer schools will last four weeks. The summer schools will be held in the following places: Aitkin, Detroit, Bemidji, Ortonville, Mankato, Sleepy Eye, Moose Lake, Windom, Brainera, Kasson, Alexandria, Winnebago City, Red Wing, Minneapolis, Caledonia, Jackson, Mora, Hallock, Lake Benton, Marshall, Hutchinson, Argyle, Litch- field, Little Falls, Austin, Slayton, Ells- worth, Ada, Rochester, Fergus Falls. Pipestone, Crookston, Glenwood, Red Lake Falls, Beaver Falls, Faribault, Red Lake, Roseau, Duluth, Jordan, St. Cloud, Owatonna, Morris, Benson, Les- lie, Wheaton, Wabasha, Wadena, Campbell, Annandale, Wood Lake, University of Minnesota. Supt. STATE KEEPS OLD CAPITOL. Historical Society Gets It Only if Capitol Is Moved From St. Paul. The present capitol does not become the property of the State Historical so- ciety when the new capitol is occupied, as many suppose. It still belongs to the state. , Secretary Upham of the historical so- ciety says he is constantly questioned concerning the disposition of the capi- tol. He attributes the general misun- derstanding to a section of the state constitution which says: “In the event of the seat of govern- ment being removed from the city of St. Paul to any other place in the state the capitol building and grounds shall be dedicated to an institution for the promotion of science, Hterature and the arts, to be organized by the legislature of the state, and of which the Minne- sota Historical society shall always be a department.” CAPITOL SITE FOR SALE. Tract Deeded to Minnesota in 1857 to Be Disposed of at Auction. Acting under a law passed by the last legislature State Auditor Dunn is taking the preliminary steps toward selling the 6,400 acres of public lands in Kandiyohi county deeded the state by an act of congress Feb. 26, 1857. The lands are better known as the “state capitol Iands,” there being a belief at one time the lands were given to the state as a capitol site. The lands are to be sold at public auction afver Sept. 16, 1901, the date upon which all leases now held by renters expire. The lands must first be appraised, including the improvements, if there are any, made by renters. *: Will Recall Treops. Paris, May 16.—The French govern- ment will recall the expeditionary corpa in China as soon as the last clause of the collective note is carried out and af- ter the settlement of the indemnities; 2,000 have already been repatriated. Memortal Day at Schools. State Superintendent of Schools J. W. Olsen will send this week to school _ superintendents in the state a pamph- let asking that all the schools observe Memorial day, May 29. He requests that the teachers read, or have one of their pupils read, James Whitcomb Riley’s poem on Grant. Fire Destroys Stave Mill, Tony, Wis., May 16.—The stave and heading mill of the John Hein company — at Kennan burned. Loss, $2,000; no in-