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« uw “my strength. - IN THE WEB OF ev... A SPIDER. CHAPTER XXIII. Left alone, Mr. Chester's reveries Were again interrupted by the entrance of a servant with a card, on which was fnscribed a name strange to him—Mr. William Grant. “Is it a gentleman, Edward?” he -asked. “Yes, sir,” answered the man. “Then invite him into this room. I will see him here.” But when, a few moments later, the butler ushered him into the room, his appearance, like the card, was wholly unknown. He paused on the threshold; then advancing, bowed with the easy grace and self-possession of one familiar with the world. “I must beg you to pardon my in- trusion, Mr. Chester,” he said, courte- ‘but I had the pleasure of meet- cousin many years ago, when 1 Leese a boy, and, indeea, traveled ith him in company with my father, duNeg several months in Italy. 0on after our little party separated we learned, to our great surprise, that your ‘cousin had married, and returned to this country with his wife. He corre- aponded with my father for many years--indeed, until the latter's death, which preceded Mr. Markham's five years. He always expressed the most earnest desire that we should see Grey Oaks. At the time of my father’s death ‘we were about returning to America; but after that unlooked-for and unhap- py obstacle, I was detained in settling ~up his affairs. I should tell you that he held a diplomatic position under our government for so many years that, mow that I am once more in my own mative country, I feel a stranger in m) wn land. However, on at last reach- ‘ing here, my thoughts naturally revert- ed to Mr. Markham. I learned that he was dead, and that you, Mr. Chester, were master at Grey Ooks. Will you pardon me that I ventured to redeem my promise, though I could no longer do so to him to whom I made it?” With a keen glance, Mr. Chester had qmeasured the stranger during this some- what long, though rapidly-uttered @peech. The man’s voice, appearance and manner betokened him high-bred. Iv was difficult to determine his age, as he wore a short, thick, black beard, cut in ¥nglish style. His hair was also jetty fm hue, and his chin somewhat swarthy; is teeth were very white and even, nd, as he wore no mustache, they showed to greater perfection. A scarce- ly perceptible foreign accent, too, was apparent in his tone. Ere he had finished speaking Ran- @olph had determined on his course. If, indeed, this stranger was so famil- far with his cousin's early life, he might learn just what information he pos- wessed, and deal with facts accordingly. Courtecusly he outstretched his hana. “Allow me,” he said, “not only to ‘welcome you to Grey Oaks, but to claim you as my guest. I am, indeed, master here, Mr. Grant; but the fact gives me no pleasure. You spoke, a moment ago, of my cousin’s marriage. Do you know of the particulars concerning it?” Yone, excepting that we heard it was a highly-romantic affair.” “Romantic, indeed! The truth is, my @ear Mr. Grant, it was no marriage at all. The lady in question already had @ living husband. This fact transpired only since my cousin’s death, but his daughter, on learning the truth—a most Deautiful girl, to whom I was engaged to be married—lost her reason. She is under my roof, and, I reed not add, has every care; but I fear, poor girl, her re- eovery is impossible. Pardon my con- fidence, but your old friendship with my cousin I felt entitled you to it. You are pale, Mr. Grant. Are you ill?” “A sudden faintness, only,” replied the stranger. “I hate to confess such weakness, Mr. Chester, but through my own family runs a vein of insanity, and the thought of associating with any one whose reason is impaired robs me of all Yet. the picture you @raw is sad and pitiful, indeed. I can the more truly sympathize with it and you because of my fatal inheritance— an inheritance which explains why I have never married, why I shall never marry.” He sighed deeply and bowed his head. | Chester grasped and pressed his hand. “My dear fellow, you look on it too se- riously,” he said. “But you will see put little of Miss Markham. She rare- ly leaves her own apartments. The most singular form her madness takes is her aversion to me, whom she once @o fordly loved.” ‘Indeed! How is that possible?” “T cannot understand, except that they tell me that it is one of the com- monest forms which madness takes.” “I believe it is—I believe it is,” as- ented the other. And when Chester spoke again he seemed to rouse himself by an effort form the despondency into which the gloomy thought had plunged him. But at dinner that night—for his con- gent to a few days’ sojourn had finally been obtained, with only natural re- luctant distrust at his intrusion—he proved a most brilliant and welcome addition to the little party. His seat was next Miss Lorrimer, and she it was whom he honored by his ‘most brilliant sallies and most impress- Ave glances. Beatrice he scarcely addressed—in- eed, rarely glanced toward her. Miss Lorrimer’s beauty seemed to have ‘linded him to any other charms. “Perhaps he may pique Allen into the discovery that Miss Markham’s pale loveliness may not dazzle all eyes,” she thought. And even the thought sent the flush to her cheek and added sparkle to her ‘eyes and words. It was a strange relief to all to have the stranger at the board. The meal ended, one alone among them all seemed to note that one of their number was missing. LILLIAN GILLIN. Allen Layton’s eyes sought in vain for the face that ever haunted him. But Beatrice had flown to her own room. The gay voices, the merry laugh- ter, jarred upon every quivering nerve. But it was nearly midnight before the little party separated. To his new guest Mr. Carter gave the room on the ground floor, which opened from the music room. “You will allow me to write a few letters in the library before retiring?” asked Mr. Grant. “Certainly,” responded Randolph. And, with a cordial good-night, went to his own apartment. But left alone, with all writing ma- terials spread before him, Mr. Grant sat idle. Mcre and more silent grew the house; one by one the lights were extin- guished. But still he sat motionless and lost in thought. Suddenly he started. A slight and scarcely perceptible noise had reached his ears. Some one was descending the stairs. His next action was wondrous strange. Lowering the light, he stepped behind one of the heavy cur- tains, which draped the windows. Scarcely had he done so than the door already ajar—was pushed open. He could distinguish, in the dim light, a girl's figure, standing on the thresh- old. It was she who had been described to him as mad. Was it the old fear which haunted him which caused his whole frame to tremble at the unexpected apparition? Cold beads of perspiration stood upon his brow. His heart beat in great throbs, which must, he thought, make themselves heard. “Papa, guide me!” murmured the girl aloud, in a low, sweet voice—and moved forward as though advancing directly toward him. CHAPTER XXIV. At the table, however, she paused, listening intently. Then, as if satisfied that she was indeed, alone, passed on into the music room. In the dim light he could see her moving to and fro. She seemed searching for something. Standing before a tall desk, she passed her hands over its surface, as though seeking some secret hiding place. Once or twice he started forward, as if about to speak to her, but forced the impulse back. Suddenly he heard a footfall in the hall. Instinectively, he uttered a low note of warning. She caught the sound, and looked ea- gerly about her, but saw nothing. Just then the library door was again opened, and Allen Layton entered the room. He walked boldly toward the lights and turned them up. The stranger concealed himself fur- ther behind the curtains. Beatrice stood on the threshold be- tween the two rooms, a look of proud defiance on her lovely face; but when she recognized who was the intruder, it vanished, and a smile took its place. She wore a long, loose wrapper, made of some creamy, woolen stuff, and her hair was loosely coiled low on the L'ttle neck. Allen's face flushed hotly, as if her beauty ever presented itself to him as a new and growing revelation. “We are mutually surprised,” said, in a low voice. “I could not sleep, and came down stairs tc find a book,” he replied. “2 was thinking of you, Miss Markham. Why did you leave us immediately at- ter dinner to-day?” “You inquire into an insane girl's freak she asked. “Oh, hush—be silent!” he pleaded. Tken, coming quickly forward, he caught both her hands in his.“ I prom- ised you once to be your friend,” he said, in earnest, thrilling tones. In- stinctively, he divined the bitter mean- ing in the sentence she had just ad- dressed to him. His doubts concern- ing her sanity fled. He felt that she was in bitter trouble, whose nature he could not comprehend, but whatever it might be, he longed only in some way to lighten it. “Have you forgotten that promise?” he continued; ‘or will you not ask me to redeem it? If I can serve you in any way—in any way—let me do ats? “You did not know that I was mad when you offered to be my friend,” she answered. “I do not believe it now,” he said. “Perhaps not; yet I have read, even in your eyes, the doubt. Why should you not believe it. Does not Randolph Chester assert the fact? What motive could he have for such a dastardly im- putation, were It not true? Surely, you do not doubt his honor! Better my sanity than that!" And she laughed a little, low, mock- ing laugh that made Layton’s blooa run cold in his veins. Why did she talk like this? Why did she seem so unlike the girl who had told him she was homeless and alone in the world? Yet he felt the same longing to make her loneliness less which then had thrilled him—thrilled him now. “It is you who doubt,” he said, ‘not I. Tell me what you will; leave untold all that you will, only say to me, ‘I am not mad, and need your help,’ and 1 will lay my very life at your service.” “The curtains moved. The man’s face behind them had grown white, and his teeth were set. “Yes, I doubt you,” she replied. “Why should you do this for me? ‘Why should you not prove Randolph Ches- ter’s emissary? He tells you I am mad, and you believe him. Indeed, why should you™not? What am I in your life that you should take passing notice of my fate?” “What are you in my life?” he re- peated, after her—her coldness tortur- ing him into confession of his own madness. ‘You are only what you have been from the first moment I lifted you in my arms and looked down on the she beauty which ever since has haunted me. You are the one woman in all the world— No, do not start and draw away your hands. I have not forgot- ten either my honor or my plighted vows! Miss Lorrimer has never be- lieved herself mistres of my heart, nev- er coyeted that position!” he added, with a litle harsh, bitter laugh. “She will be mistress of my house, my home, my wealth, She will be none the rich- er, none the poorer for this brief epi- sode of my life, which has so changed all its coloring; but I shall be the rich- er, even in my added loneliness, in the new emptiness which existence must henceforth know for me, robbed of your presence—richer for having smelled the fragranceof love’s blos- som—richer for having tasted the in- effable sweetness of the draughts whose dregs are bitterer than death— richer for having seen the picture whose coloring can never fade, and which alone is framed within my soul! Be-~ atrice, it is neither your fault nor mine that I have loved you. I make it the plea to ask but one boon at your hands —to be of service to you. Will you re- fuse it now?” “Colors seen by candlelight do not seem the same by day,” interrupted a mocking voice both knew full well. “Do allow Miss Markham to sleep up- or your interesting proposal, Allen. An interview in the morning, though less romantic, might possess greater propriety! Ah, here. is the book ot which I came in search. Unexpectea- ly, I opened on the pages of another more interesting romance. Singular that we should all appear restless to- night! Hereafter I promise to take my stray volume with me on my first re- tiring. It is embarrassing to play wit- ness or eavesdropper. Good-night!” ‘Stop! One moment, Edith!’ ex- el: ed Layton. “our words hold an implication which, in justice to Miss Markham, cannot pass. You speak as though this interview had been plan- ned. It was as wholly unexpected as is ours now, but since you have heard all that I have said, I must leave my fate in your hands, Edith.” With a low inclination of the head, Beatrice slowly walked past them, ana ascended the stairs leading to her room. Miss Lorrimer watched her with curling lip and flashing eye, until a bend in the stdircase hid her from view. “You mean your freedom is mine to return to you, Allen Layton?” she said, slowly. “You mean that, having over- heard all that you told this nameless heroine, my dignity will not permit me to hold you to your vows? You mean that knowing the casket you offer me is wholly empty, I should return it to you? Why? Tell me why! Accord- ing to your own words, this knowledge is not new to me. According to your own conviction, I wish no place or part in your heart. According to your belief, love has never entered into the terms of our contract. Then, I hola you to it. Ay, as relentlessly as ever Shylock did. If it is your name, your wealth, your house I covet, give them to me. Our engagement remains un- broken, Mr. Layton, unless you cancel the bonds between us. Good-night!” She flitted noiselessly from the room; but once within the four walls of her apartment, she let the mask of calm- ness fall. Up and down the floor she paced, like a fierce lioness pent within its cage. “I might have won him—I might have won him, but for her!” she mur- mured. “Why did I come here? What madness brought me? O, God, it is IT who will go mad! His home, his wealth, his name I covet? This he be- lieves; and I would give all—all for one little word of love, one glance, one kiss to tell me passion had awakened his soul. She—she can win it all! To me he throws the dry crust, and be lieves it satisfies my hunger. His wife! Vain title, empty name! I would rath- er be his slave, his servant, and know myself necessary to one hour of his ex- istence, one minute of his happiness, than live a lifetime by his side with starvation slowly consuming my soul. Allen, are you blind? Can you not see? Oh, God, show me some way in which, through which she, not he nor I, may be the victim of my own love, passion and hate!" CHAPTER XXVv. At an early hour Tyrrell was admit- ted to his master in the library. It was half an hour before the interview between them ended. i" “Remember, there is no mistake at this time.” were Chester's last injunc- tions, as the man turned to take his leave. “He is not to be out of your sight a minute, and if he speaks of leaving, detain him even by force. Watch carefully if he tries to obtain an interview with Miss Beatrice, and al- ways prevent it, without seeming to do so. This is all; but to do it well re- quires all the wit you possess—no great quartity—and see to it that you don’t muddle that little with liquor, or— But what's the use of threats? You know all he ‘or’ means. Now, be off with you!” “Ah, Mr. Grant, I did not know that you had risen already. Good morning! I was just giving some orders to a ras- cally servant who is not worth his wages, but is endeared to me through association with my cousin.” “Yes; I overheard your last words to him. Pardon my unintentional eaves- dropping. The fact is, I was restless last night, and this morning’s beauty tempted me to an early walk. What a lovely, beautiful place you have here. Mi. Chester! I no longer wonder at Mr. Markham's anxiety that I should see it. How happy I should have been to have been able to accept his cordial- ly-proffered hospitality! This sad sto- ry about his daughter, too, has Im- pressed me strongly. Indeed, to that I think I may attribute my restless night. By the way, Mr. Chester, I no ticed an old man working in your grounds. Is he, too, one of the old re- tainers of the family?” “No. I may have more eo tell you concerning him. At present, let us dis- cuss breakfast.” And he slipped his hand through Mr. Grant’s arm. The latter involuntarily shivered and drew back. “What is it?” asked Mr. Chester, in surprise, a slight frown gathering on his brow, since the gesture was so sin- salary, like that of instinctive aver- sion. Mr. Grant laughed lightly. “Your pardon,” he said; “but a year ago I was so unfortunate as to break my arm. Though I have fully recov- ered its use, it remains very sensitive, and any touch is Hable to cause me acute pain.” Mr. Chester’s brow cleared, and to gether the men entered the breakfast room. The rest of the party had already as- sembled, and the meal shared the bril- lancy which Mr. Grant had lent the dinner of the evening previous. “Three days only to Christmas!” he explained. “Since Mr. Chester insists upon my acceptance of his hospitality, I propose that we all resolve ourselves into a party of children and have an old-fashioned Christmas ‘tree. I am obliged to go to the city to-day, and will undertake any commissions. The tree itself we will ask Mr. Chester’s gardener to provide us with.” “Quite a charming idea, agreed. All began an active preparation of lists. All save Beatrice. When Mr. Grant had received those from the rest of the party he ap- proached her, where she stood gazing out of the window. “You have no commissions for me,” Miss Markham?” he asked. “None!” she answered. ‘There is no season of the year so full of mockery to me as this. And yet, one year ago— only one little year ago—I was so hap- py!” The latter sentence she spoke to her- self, rather than to him. “Poor child!” he murmured. She turned. Something in his tone caused her heart to beat madly, her pulses to thrill. The color flushed her cheek—a new light leaped into her eye, but she found herself looking into a cold, impassive face—a face bronzed and swarthy in hue—a face without one familiar sign or trace. Was she going mad that the silence spoke to her, and in every stranger’s voice she fancied she could detect some familiar ring? But one other had caught the light and gladness that short-lived hope had sent into her face. Miss Lorrimer saw and wondered. What could it mean’ A few minutes later the carriage drove up which was to take Mr. Grant to the depot. , “I would accompany you,” said his host, as he walked with him to the door, “but important business detains me here to-day. I wish, Mr. Grant, I might ask a little service at your hands, aside from the regular commis- sions you have kindly volunteered to perform. I wish two detective officers to come down by the evening train, in the character of two stablemen. Tyr- rell will assign them rooms in the gar- dener’s house, and they shall be thor- oughly comfortable, for I want the best men. Don't let this alarm you; but the fact is, I have discovered some dishonesty among my servants, and I with to ferret it out.” “{ will attend to it with pleasure,” responded Mr. Grant. But he looked serious to severity as he descended the steps to the carriage. The lodge gates stood open, but be- side them was standing an old man. He respectfully uncovered his head as the carriage passed. How it happened was not easily ex- plained, but most awkwardly, in lean- ing out of the window, probably to look back over the sweep of the drive, Mr. Grant’s fur cap was blown off by a sudden gust of wind from his head. The old man picked it up and ran as fast as his feeble strength would per- mit after the carriage, which Grant had ordered to stop. As he took the hat he slipped some coin into the old, trembling hand. “Thank ye, sir!’”” muttered the recip- ient, and tottered off. His further actions, however, wert very strange. Not once did his fingers unclasp which held his gift. Not once did he glance within to estimate its value. Very tightly he held it as ho made his way back to the lodge, and, enteting, carefully closed the door be- hind him. Then he cast a cautious, wary glance about, to make sure that he was alone, and then unclasped his hand. True, within it lay a coin; but about the coin was wrapped a paper, and on the paper were written characters. It almost seemed as if the loss of the hat had been premeditated for the pur- pose of offering the gift. Conspicuously protruding from the pocket of his ragged coat were a pair of spectacles. But he made no use of them, as from under his shaggy brows, his quick sight glanced downward: they all “Take care! You are suspected!” He chuckled as he read, then thrust the tell-tale slip into the fire. As it flamed up Tyrrel opened the door and entered. “Can ye find nothing to do outside, that ye sit huggin’ the fire?” he asked. “There's a pile of wood there I'd like ye to bring in. For my part, I’m going to take a little comfort.” And he reached for a bottle of spir- its from a shelf near at hand. *T'd not mind a drop to warm my own bones,” said the old man. “Your work'll warm ’em. Go to it!” commanded the ex-groom. “It does me good to set him at it!” he muttered to himself, as, obediently, the old man left the room. “I owe him a grudge; but I wish as Miss Beatrice didn’t care for him. Gad!—what eyes she has! They look into a fellow’s soul!—as if such a man as myself had a scul! Well, here’s to it and her!” and he took a long pull at the bottle. “Ta like to tell her the truth. I'd like to sce how she'd loo I'd like to see his head brought low; but it’s true he’s got the noose about mine. I don’t dare —I don’t dare!” and again the contents of the bottle perceptibly diminished. “Ah, there she is now!” he added as he saw his young mistress approach- ing the old man at his work. ‘The liquor had mounted to his brain, but he remembered Chester’s com- mands, and, catching up his hat, and tying the muffler at his throat, he half- staggered toward them. Beatrice looked indignantly at his approach. ‘Carrying wood is too hard for the old man!” she said, imperativelys “Can you not find something easier for him to do?” “Ye'd like something aisy for him, miss,” answered Tyrrell, with a half- wink. “It's great interest that ye take in him, but it’s not very hard to under. stand.” o Bewildered and indignant, at the fa~ miliarity both of look and tone, Beat- rice gave the servant a glance which partially sobered him. “Beg pardon, miss!” he muttered. “Only I'll take better care of him for, your sake.” (Te Be Continued.) DECORATE THE GRAVES. Gov. Van Sant Issues His Memorial Day Proclamation. Gov. S. R. Van Sant has issued his Memorial day proclamation as follows: By state and nation a day has been consecrated to the memory of our he- roic dead. These men died that the na~- tion might live. They not only saved the nation, but shed their precious blood for the dignity of American la- bor and the welfare of the whole hu- man race. Therefore, let us demon- strate our gratitude with appropriate ceremonies on this immortal day. Their living comrades should not be forgotten. When we see the blue coat and the little brown button, let us re- call the spirit that stirred in the hearts of these men when the Union needed defenders. Let us remember that these heroes were as ready to die as their brothers, had the God of Battles so decreed. Nor should we forget the brave boys of 1898, who, true to the les- sons of their fathers, have carried the flag of freedom across seas, giving larger liberty to many millions. Let no soldier's grave be overlooked, but gently and lovingly decoratn every tomb with the choicest of offerings of spring. In this way we not only honor the dead, honor ourselves, but teach in the most impressive manner the les- son of patriotism so essential to na- tional existence. To this end let us ob- serve as a legal holiday Thursday, the 30th day of May. I would recommend that all schools, factories, mills and business houses be closed, and that business of all kinds be suspended. Let us individually make this day sacred to the memory of those who im- perilled their lives for the cause of hu- manity and the welfare of our country. STATE LANDS IN GREAT DEMAND. Settlers Are Seeking New Homes in Minnesota. The demand for state and govern- ment lands in Minnesota is greater this spring than it has been for many years, says Deputy State Auditor Iver- son. Desirable government lands have been largely taken up throughout the state, few good sections remaining open for settlement. In the Marshall or Southern district, there is practical- ly no agricultural land left. In the Crookston or Northern district, the land untaken is agricultural, and in the Duluth district mineral and timber lands predominate with scattering sec- tions of farming lands. The St. Cloud district has practically nothing but agricultural lands left, with sections of timber lands here and there. State Auditor Dunn has gone to Cambridge, Isanti county, where he will sell state lands at public auction. He will be absent two weeks, disposing of lands in various counties. Legis- News of the State. | , IN SUMMER SCHOOLS, List of Teachers Selected by State Superintendent of Public Instruc- tion, State Superintendent of Schocls John W. Olsen has announced his ap- pointments of conductors and assistanta for the county summer schools, and is- sued a pamphlet on the ninth annual session of the university summer school, which will be held at the University of Minnesota from June 24 to Aug 2. The first week of the university summer school will be devoted to a congress of county superintendents and teachers. The daily program of the congress is as follows: Summer school congress, Tuesday, June 25— Called for instructors in summer schools by State Superintendent of Schools John W. Ol- sen, County Superintendent W. T. Williams presiding. Historical congress, Wednesday, June 26—Prof. W. M. West presiding. English congress, Thursday, June 27—Inspector G. B. Aiton presiding. Industrial education congress, Friday, June 28—Prof. J. J. Flather presiding. Mrs. Blair will give a special course of twelve lessons in the practical work of sewing. There will be two courses in drawing, elementary and advanced, by Miss Williams, supervisor instructor, and Miss Grimes. Enrollment for the university school will begin Monday, June. 24, and close Wednesday, June 27. The annual Tay- lor's Falls field day and excursion will take place Saturday, July 6. The conductor and assistants for the university summer school are as follows: D. L. Kiehle, University of Minnesota; Maria L. Sanford, University of Minnesota; George 'N. Bauer, University of Minnesota; John 5. Clark, University of Minnesota; Arthur E. Haynes, University of Minnesota: George B. Frankforter, University of Minnesota; Fred- erick J. E. Woodbridge, University of Minne- sota; Willis M. West, University of Minnesota; Frank M. Anderson, University of Minnesota; Frank L. MeVey, University of Minnesota; Isabel Lawrence, St. Cloud; Margaret M. Jer- rard, University of Chicago; Ada E. Talbot, Minneapolis; C. C. Curtis, Clyde E. Foster, Ypsilanti, Mich.; E. V. Robinson, St, Paul; Oscar W. Firkins, University of Minnesota: BE. Eugene McDermott, University of Minne- sota; F. S. Jones, University of Minnesota; H. A. Erickson, University of Minnesota; EB. M. Freeman, University of Minnesota; Laura A. Williams, St. Paul; Mary A. Grimes, St. Cloud; Chestine Gowdy, Minneapolis; Annabel Beach, Faribault; C. M. Boutelle, Marshall, Minn.; W. A. Shoemaker, St. Cloud; D. B. Cloyd, University of Minnesota; Carl Schlen- ker, University of Minnesota; Susanne R. Mil- ler. Columbia university, N. Y.; Eleanor M. Wilkinson, university medical college, Minn.; Helen M. Maxwell, Minneapolis; Ada B. Hill- man, Mrs. Margaret Blair, university school of agriculture. Lecturers—Dr. R. O. Beard; Prof. Maria L. Sanford, Prof. D. Lange and Prof. George B. Frankforter. Superintendents—D. C. McKenzine, Hennepin county, and Thomas Montgomery. Ramsey county. The conductors and assistants for the county summer schools are as follows, the first named being the conductor: _ Aitkin—Mrs. E. K. Jacques, G. E. Maxwell. Becker—G. A. Stanton, Francis Wilkins, An- na fand. Beltrami—P. T. Carroll, L. A. Adley, Han- nah Swindlehurst. Bigstone—W. J. Schmitz, H. S. Hilliboe. Blue Eurth—C. F. Koehler, Blanche Hand, G. E. Partridge, Harry N. Robbins, Miss Par- ry, Nellie L. Woodbury, Miss Sparrow. Brown—E. M, Phillips, C. D, Welch, Lijiian Atkinson, Cottgrtwood—F, L. Holtz, lative action prevents his selling more Gracs Williams. than 100,000 acres a year, FLOOR SPACE OF 40,000 FEET. New Agricultural Building on State Fair Grounds. The board of managers of the Minne- sota State Agricultural association has awarded the contract for the sperstruc- ture of the agricultural building to-F. G. MeMillan of Minneapolis, whose bid was $18,268. The new building will be betwéen Institute hall and the street car tracks. It will be 162x243 feet, and will comprise nearly 40,000 square feet of floor space, all on the ground froor. The construction will be brick veneer up as high as the windows, and frame above that. The board approved the . contract with the St. Paul water board for the water system on the fair grounds. The water board will lay the pipes at actu- al cost. Vice President Roosevelt will open the fair with an address Monday, Sept. 2, in front of the grand stend. W. P. Ijans, president of the Ameri- can Trotting association, has been se- cured as starting judge for the races. STATE MONEY LOANED. Doard of Imvestment Advances Funds to School Districts. The state board of investment has approved the following loans to school districts: County— District. Amount. Clay .- $600 Grant .. 600 Faribault . 1,200, Hennepin - 8,500 Jackson ... 500 Kittson 350 Morrison 385 Murray 600 Nobles . 350 Norman 900 Otter Tail 200 Otter Tail . 800 Pipestone 600 Pipestone . 600 Red Lake . 300 St. Louis -. 1,000 Swift ..... 500 Watonwan 1,000 Wilkin ..- 500 St. Louis . 3.000 Fortune Teller Guilty of Swindling? Crand Renids, Mich., May 21.—Mrs. Flizabeth Wilson, alias Mildred Pres- ton, alias Mme. Zingara, alleged clatr- voyant, was convicted of swindling Miss Ethlyn Quimby, daughter of a wealthy lumberman, out of $800. Drank Carbolic Acid. Cincinnati, May 21. — Thomas M. Britton, the once famous jockey, com- mitted suicide here yesterday by drin’ ing carbolic acid. He left a note ask- ing that his body be shipped to his mother at Lexington, Ky. Two Men Drowned. Muskegon, Mich., May 21—Andrew Russia and Stephen Balog were drowned in Mona lake by the overturn- ing of their boat while fishing. When Russia’s wife was informed she jumped into the lake with suicidal intent. Accident to the Goldsborongh. Seattle, Wash., May 21.—The torpede poat destroyer Goldsborough broke her starboard engine eccentric rod during a trial run, necessitating her return to the dock. It was stated the rod was made of defective steel. h Crow Wing—Andiew Nelson, O. T. Denny, Nellie E. Collins. Dodge—A. C. Tibbitts, Jeanette Morey, Miss M, H, Falger Faribault—w. F. F. Selleck, Ella Norris. Goodhue—W. F. Kunze, C. F. W. Carion, Janet H. Num. Houston—MeD. Williams, Mary Regan. Jackson—E. L. Porter, A. 8. Kingsford, An- na Byrne. . Kanabec—C. A. Ballard, J. H. Hay, Mary HH. _Conning. Kittson--O, M. Haugan, Mary S. Booth. Lineoln—P. P. Kennedy, Elizabeth L. Smith, Mr. Kranz. Lyon—Mrs. ©. M. Boutelle, C. E. Magnusson, Julia McDonough. McLeod--William Robertson, W. W. Pender- gast, Jennie Cary. Prot. Hubbard, Marshall—S. A. Challman, Carrie McCauley. Cc. A. Patchin, Meeker—P. W. Ross, Sara Jonson, W. J. Marquis. Morrison—P. M. Magnusson, Sadie Geer, Mary McAllister. i Mower—Ella Patterson, C. H. Barnes, W. J. Pfeiffer. Murray—M. H. Manuel, A. L. H. Lord, Miss C._A. Spencer. Nobles—J. C. Marshall, A. M. Murphin, Nina L. Updyke. Nerman--P. J. Butler, H. W. Shroyer. Olmsted—J. A. Tomey, Mrs. Frazier, Levens. Otter Tail—C. A. Smith, A. C. Carlson, C. H. Christopherson, Miss Monette. Pipestone—E. T. Carroll, Jessie E. Stevens, A.W. Curl. Polk—J. H. Lewis, Julin Olson. Pope—Ed Berrigan, G. Jeset. Red Lake—P. J. Kuntz, A. M. Lecker. Renville—Edgar George, Alice L. Arnold. Rice—W. W. Kilgore, W. H. Hortland, Alice J. Mott. Roseau—R. H. Burns, R. W. Hitchcock. Lora Stearns—M. D. Avery, Mary H. Smith, Iver _ Johnsrud, K. C. Davis, P. P. Colgrove. St. Louis—R. E. Denfeld, C. R. Frazier, EB. T. Rud, Miss Gardner. Scott—E. E. Mcintyre, Catherine Reardon, A. H. Lasso. Steele—J. A. Franklin, Anna Odjard, M. L. Jacobson, Mary Gorman. Stevens—E. T. Critchett, J. N. Childs, Mrs. Cc. E. Guthrie, Swift—A. N. Farmer, A. D. Crump, Alvin Bitner. Todd—L. S. Overholt, J. N. McConnell, Mary G. Dean. Traverse—J. H. Chapman, Florence Burlin- Elizabeth Sullivan, game. Wabasha—H. C. Hess, George H. Juster, Fannie M. Wright. Wadena—J. L. Torrence, William Angus, Maud Martin. ‘Wilkin—L. P. Cravens, H. P. Child, Cather- ine E. Martin. Wright—J. A. Cranston, Harry E. Duntan, Mary Huntsman, Martha O'Connor. Yellow Medicine—J. O. Virtue, J. J. Barten, Alice W. Johnston. SUMMER SCHOOL CONGRESS. Conference of Superintendents, Con- ductors and Instructors. State Superintendent of Schools J. W. Olsen will hold a summer congress at the University of Minnesota June 25, when matters pertaining to the sum- mer schools will be discussed by the county superintendents, summer school conductors and instructors. The chief topic will be the management of sum- mer schools. A number of new feat- ures will be introduced in the summer schools this year, inclucing physical culture, work in minor grades and higher grades of the sciences. Pa REMOVING A BARRIER. Favorable Attitude Assumed by the Viceroy of Canton. Hongkong, May 18—The viceroy of Canton has signed a contract for the removal of the Macao barrier in the Canton river, constructed during the Franco-Ctinese war, which has been & great okstacle to navigation. The vice- roy has also squelched the native op- position to the construction of new wharves, pointing out that they are necessary to the interests of trade. "The viceroy’s action is creating a good impression, ee A. M. Wetster, a