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oo Sa -everything by marrying that fool, Aus- EEE — CHAPTER XXVI-(Continued.) Ee saw that she was quite master of ‘the situation, and that he was helpless @ move her by any further threats. At @&@ tmes he knew that Clarice could aaty be governed through her affections —and now she had nothing more to fear where ber affections were most ardent- ly piacel; her lover lived, she was eeevinced of his constancy, she could wreve his innocence, and he was wait- img te throw himself at her feet. Bat even yet Mowbray would not give ap. Shirley, perhaps, did not yet know few matters stood. There was one hance yet, and he might be able to} @revent them from meeting. | “You believe ull you say, Clarice,” he | eaid, slowly, watching the effect of his wesds, “but you may find how mistaken | eu are when Shirley Austin stands in the murderer's dock.” Clarice turned pale, and for a moment er resolution seemed shaken; but the | ester returned to her face, she smiled graudiy, and said: “Shirley Austin will never stand in the merderer’s dock.” “Mewbray left the room and hurried ‘te his wife's apartment. She, at least, | mever defied him, and her power over | Clarice rematned unchanged. “You raust reason with Clare, he | said, abrujily, “or else she wil! ruin tim, amd throw away the magnificent fartune we have worked so hard to win €or ker.” “What do you mean, his wife looked quite pleased. “Has Shirley come back again? You know I thought it was very cruel ef you to poevent Clare from seeing him. Brian, he has always loved her, and she will mewer be happy apart from him.” Miewbray stamped his fogt with im- patience, and seized his Wife by the} arm with a grasp that pained her. “Brian, you are hurting me! Are you goimg to strike me?” she asked, pite- eusty, and he shrank in fear. She was the one creature left in the world now who believed in Brian Mow- ray, and he felt a curious shock at feeling her shrink away from him in alarm. His grasp relaxed, and he @iaced bis arm about her slight but still @receful figure. “Den't be foolish, my darling! You ‘know E am more anxious for you than fer myself,” he said, with an appear- | amce of much tenderness. “If Clarice ‘acts with such folly, we will be again ceduced to poverty; so will she; for | Austin has returned poorer than when he went away.” “But, if she loves him, Brian, dear, | her happiness is surely of more conse- qwsence than all this wealth, which she can’t enjoy. Why, she’s worn nothing | st plain black since she came into this grand house. Of course she can't help that, being a widow; but even before geor dear Mr. Grawson was murdered 4m that awfully cruel way, Clarice did | mot take take one bit of pleasure in her fevely clothes. So unlike a girl of her age, and so unlike her, too,’ when she used to be happy! Now if she marries Shirtey, it will be all so different; be- suse we won't be reduced to poverty et a¥. Brian, you forget! Our annuity | is fer Wfe, and quite enough to make us wery comfortable; while Clarice will have 2 third in spite of the will, and Ghat wili be a handsome fortune in it- | dear? uired -seif. Oh, it will be just charming! I shafl see her happy and light-hearted | again, and I will have the comfort of seeing her beautiful and appreciative af the lovely dresses I shall select for Mewbray turned away with a mut- tered oat! “Fool!” he growled, under his breath. “Eet her only have money enough for Yine dresses, and some one as simple as herself to talk with about them, and #he cares for nothing else.” He strode away, and, seizing his hat, went out into the street. Ye chances of retaining the prev- fieges of Philip Grawson’s wealth be- came smaller and smaller. He began e wish the murderer, whoever it was, weaid rid the world of Shirley Austin; @ac then Clarice would never mtarry. SS3ut instead of that, he must make up his mind to see Mrs. Martin’s schemes @mecced just where his had failed. EBe wondered where Austin was. Had the young man perhaps left the city? 3erkaps he could so work matters as ¢e@ make Shirley do so, if he could but find the feliow. And then he remembered the letter of Q4re. Martin which he had intercepted. ‘She must know where Shirley could be found, and with that thought he turned ‘hie steps to finding her—for he knew where she lived. But Mowbray found Mrs. Martin a changed woman—so changed that she ‘mo Ienger seemed the woman whom he tad feared as a formidable rival in his @wr schemes for wealth. Bertha and her mother had returned from their visit to the clergyman whose tame had been used on the copy in- -clased to them of Letty’s marriage cer- diftcate. ‘fe their horror, they learned that the tse ef the clergyman’s name was a for- «gery, the ceremony a mockery, and the eazan who performed it, whoever he «was. an imposter. Et had been cleverly done; but even if f¢ Rad been clumsily accomplished, poor Letty had been too innocent to suspect @ fraud. Mre. Martin was quite broken down, @nd even the sight of her old enemy «ould not rouse her to any show of re- sistance. “— know nothing of Mr. Austin,” she said, in a broken voice, “The hand of God ts heavy on me, Mr. Mowbray. One deughter has forsaken me for a viliain, and it seems as if death had deter- mined to calm the other. I have sechemed and lied and fougnt for my rether’s fortune, but have done it for the sake of my children. You have not had so good an excuse, for you have Al Fatah. om Iharriage. jeven vet my | the door with a s and leys down her arms | ward, it was with the fis | watehing Clarice and all who sided with ELIZABETH CAMPBELL. Lard ery; interfere no more in the direction of events controlled by a higher power, or you may be punished as I am. “But I don’t want to speak with you. No doubt you come to enter into a com- pact with me to separate your daughter from ker lover and share the spoils with you. But it is too late. Clarice will marry £birley Austin, and the fortune I have striven so hard fer will be mine without further effort—as it would have been, anyway, had I been patient, in- stead of soiling my soul with lies ani deceit and the thought of worse crimes. Wren it comes it will be too late, and hang like a millstone about my neck, for it hes taken from me all I most prized on earth. Your daughter hus behaved nobly. She will be happy and blessed for her goodness. -I have hated her, and hear: ehvies her happiness; but tell her to forgive me if she can.” She had spoken rapidly, wildly, but distirctiy, and she had remnined stand. ing all the time. Now, as she conclud- ed, she waved Mowbrxy away toward epirg gesture of the arm,and then she left the room. Silerced and abyrost ¢ wed—‘for in Mrs, Martin’s words and manner there had been the tragic int of great suf- tering—Bryan Mowbray found himself cat in the street again. Therc seems something like fate in it,” he thought, ‘“wnen even this keen and unscrupulous women is overcome had no intention of yielding turned his steps home- But he yet; and as he her, in order that Le might, if possible, circumvent their plans, As he neared home Lis a-tention was ervught by the slender figure of a w? man walking rapidly ahead of him, and it seemed strangely familiar. He looked even more observantly, and felt certain that the woman was known to him, end all dedbt on the subject was at an end when he saw her pause in front of the mansion he was nearing and disap. Fear down the area steps. , He bounded forward with a pace in- creased almost to a run, and vehement- ly pulled the front door-bell. “Who is that woman who has just come in down stairs?” he asked the ser- vant who admitted him. “I don’t know, sir,” was the answer. And in these wo: ds, though th? manner of the speaker was perfecthy respectful, Mowbray felt that he was no longer master in that house. A subtle change had taken place among the servants, whe nad realized as they never hed until within the past twenty-four hours, that the beautiful young widow of their dead master was henceforth ths coveraing power In that heuse. “Go and find out, instantly,” com- manded Mewbr: “and, remember, 10 cne is to see Mrs. Grayson until the rame is rst breught to me.” Before the oider could be obeyed. Susan came quickly from below stairs, jand hastened along the hall, then ran guickly un stairs. Mowbray followed her so rapidly that he overtook her as she reached the * he said, in a tone between command and cntreaty, “what's the meanirg of this? Tell me your message to Mrs. Graysen. Who wistes to see her?” “Beg pardon, sir, but I cannot answer that questicn—it is more than my plac is worth,” the girl answered, as she pushed past him and knocked at the door of Clarice’s room. Mowtrey followed close at her heels, end when his daughter called, ix her clear, sweet voice, “Come in!” he was near enough to hear the servant’s mes- se ge, though spoken in a low tone: “If you please, ma'am,” said Susan, “the French maid, Ma’mzzlle Leonce, has retucned, and begs to be allowed to come up and speak with you.” “Bring her at once!” commanded Mrs. Grayson, in a tone that caused Mr. Mowbray to fall back out of sight at sound of it. CHAPTER XXXVI. Many Mysteries Explained. In a room which was a fairy bower of luxury, comfort, elegance and beauty combined, were seated two persons, who, from their looks and attitude, were so evidently lovers, that their whispered words were not necessary to ccrfirm the fact; yet they were untir- ing in declaring the fact to each other. “Do you really love me, Anthony?” asked the girl, for akeut the hundredth time, nestling her bright and graceful head against the man’s massive shoul- der, while she looked up into his face with, eyes that seemed to drink in his marvelous beauty. “IT begin to think you are the only woman I ever lovei, Carina,’ the man returned, in a musing cone, and with a slight accent of surprise, as if the idee. was a nouvel one, and rather extraordin- ary. “Tren you have loved other women, Anthony?” asked Letty, with a jealous pang “Other women, little beauty?” repert- ed the marquis, Jaughing. ‘You are not a woman, my brigut flower. You are a sprite, a fairy, a dangerous little en- chantress, and I fear you have be- witched me into loving you this time in dead earnest.” “But did you ever think you loved eny one before?” persisted Letty, with jealcus egetism, forever wishing to be the special one, and the only one who had ever reigned in the heart of the men she adored. “Tut, tut, my fairy!” returned her lover, pinching her little, shell-like ear and then kissing it, ‘‘all men have their fancies befure thuy settle down in deep earnest; but, I don’t even remember them now, whether they were few or made your daughter wretched to satis- fy your own greed for money and per- many, fair or dark, pretty or otherwise. What matters it? I love you now, ani <@onal comfort. Be warned by my mis- j only you!” Se SIEGE Lo peses pee eres T Aan cia pe intention of | ““Ah, but I never even imagined my- ‘self in love with any men till I knew that I was in luve with you,” said Let. ty, with a charming pout, that made him compare her mouth to a rosebud, | and then kiss it into smiles. “Of course,” he answered, compia+ cently, “you must never think of loving any one but me “As if I. could—my husband, my king, my own Garling lover!” She caught up his massive hand and pressed her lips upon it as she spoke, bruising her red meuth on a curious, heavy ring, «s she did so, “Why do you wear it?” she asked, lavghingly. “T es sure it {sn’t a hend- rome ring, Anthony, and it can’t be val- uable?” asked Lett pointing to the solid, heavy ornament. “There you misteke, Caviaa; it is of value, if I am of of value to you, for it capable of saving my life.” How’ asked Letty, wonderingly. ‘Perhaps it ccatains some. precious elixir—some drug capable of calling beck life?” “Almost that,” returned the Marquis Gel Costellani. “Tt has heen in ny fam- ily for five hundred years. and that gives it value. But withia this small cevity, that opens so,” and he pressed a spring that opened and closed instantly wken ne withdrew tke pressure, “is con- tained a precious drug which, like the friar’s potion given to Juijet, causes a sleep that lasts thirty hour na then, being over, the sleeper awakes, and is thus enabled, in any case of emergency, to escape threatened death.” “How? I can’t uncerstand the use of it; unless a person was condemned to death, or something as bad as death, and wished to scape it—” “Just so, little one, Let us imagine a case. Suppose I was arrested, threatened with trial or executicn for some crime, whivh, of course, I had not ccmmitted; suppose I was condemned te death, or something equally bad, on evidence I could not disprove. Why, then, I, would swallow this elixir. IT would die, or seem to, and my wife would claim my body and carry it wway, and, waiting for the proper time, we would es together to some hap- py land where people are not wicked enough {o suspect the innocent. But she would need to be more careful than iundering Romeo and the stupid friar, or else she would spuil everything.” “What 2 horrible idea!” exclaimed Leity, turning deadly pale. “Hew can ycu frignten me so, Anthony? It is cruel of you!” “Ma petite! kill myself frst. well encugh to save my life, Letty asked, sharply. “At the sacrifice of twenty other lives, if necessary!” exclaimed the girl, em+ bracing him with pussionate affection. “But let us talk no more of such pain- ful things. The very thought of harm to you makes me feel ill. Come, dear, show me the box of jewels you said were to be mine! I love jewels, and 1 will love these a thousand times more, because they come from you!” “It isn’t safe in this lonely place, Cruel to you? Tet me But don’t you love me "he Letty. I have had them removed to @ Dace 4 of safety by one of my country- men.’ “One of your countrymen? Letty, reproachfully. “Yes. Havent you forgiven me yet for being an Italian instead of an En- glishman?” asked the Marquis del Cas- tellani, laughing. “But never mina, Carina; I have here some jewels that I am going to have set in a necklet for this pretty throat. You shall not be quite disappointed.” And touching 2 spring in a dainty in- laid table beside im, a small part of the top moved, and he took out some repeated | very fine jewels—diamonds, pearls and emeralds, set and unset. Letty’s eyes, bright as the gems, and, stretching out her hand, she began emptying the concealed drawer and lay- ing its contents on the table. Suddenly she took pp a large solitaire diamond stud, and looked at it with a sharp cry of surprise, while the color forscok her cheeks and lips. “Oh, it’s impossible!” she gasped. Then, with sudden resolution, she turned it over and examined the back. ‘The setting was peculiar, and the stone so large that, for greater safety, it had a beck of solid gold. On this was en- graved the letters, “P. G.” With a smothered shriek, Letty drop- ped the jewel, and the marquis swept all of the glittering stones back into their hiding place and closed the sliding cover over them. “What is the matter, asked, softly. “That diamond—where did you get it?” gasped Letty. “It wasJ-—-it was— the stud taken from my uncle when he was murdereé! I knew it instantly; I have seen it 2 thousand times!” “Your uncle—your uncle?” asked Cas- tellani, wonderingly. “Yes, I remember -you were dressed in black when we met after my return from my aunt's fu- neral,”’ and he began to laugh. “Don’t laugh, for heaven’s sake, An- thony! You terrify me! Have you no feeling?” cried Letty. ‘Not for my good aunt, dearest. You forget, she never existed, and sentiment is out of the question, But I'm sorry about your uncle, pet. Come now, tell me all about it.” “Ah, how can I? I did not tell you at the time, because it was so horrible, but my uncle—my dear, kind, Uncle Philip— was foully murdered!” Castellani looked at her with a gaze of almost amused surprise, or perplexity, but not a shadow of alarm, regret or sorrow for the grief and horror that seemed torturing her. “So, then, the millionaire, Philip Grayson—of course, I have read all about it—was your uncle? Well, ivell, how very shocking! But it’s long over now, Carina, and can’t be helped.” ‘And he twined his arm about her trembling figure. For one moment Letty shrank from him, and then her head sank upon his breast, and he held her in a close em- brace. “TJ thought—I was afraid—perhaps you knew the murderer, Anthony!” she sob- bed, hysterically. But at that the marquis burst into a prolonged peal of laughter. It was such loud and jearty laughter that it drowned all other sounds, and when it Carina?” he died away, and a hand of tron fell upon the shoulder of the merry marquis, and a voice spoke in his ear, the Italian no- bleman was astonished, and showed it. “Thou art the man!” said Detective Hantlin. And his grasp tightened, though the marquis had tried with all his strength to throw it off. “What is the meaning cf this instu- nd was | sion?” kaughtily demanded the Mar- quis del Castellani, vainly endeavoring to shake off the detective’s grasp. “It means that I arrest you as the murderer of the late Philip Grayson!” returned William Hantlin, And, blowing a whistie suspended frem his watch chain, the room was in- stantly filled. Several powerful policemen in uni- form entered first, and they were fol- lowed by Shicley Austin and Humpy Jack—the latter of whom scrambled up- on a table, notwithstanding the possible whizzing of bullets, to have a full view of the “scrimmage,” as he called it. And, notwithstanding the number of his captors, the marquis made it lively for them for a few moments. Letty fainted, and as her lover's grasp relaxed, she slipped to the floor, where Castellani left her, with his gi- gantic frame placed in front of her, he both guarded her from harm ana fought his assailants. His tremendous strength and stature, added to a perfectly marvelous dexter- ity and coolness, aided bim so much that he held the entire force, Hantlin included, at bay for several minutes. “Put up your pistols!” cried the ‘e- tective, who had determined his rival should die on ihe scaffold. “The man must be taken alive. Now, then, all at once!” And, with the vords, the men made « rush at the Italian, disarmed him, and secured his hands by passing handcuffs ove- his fine, sinewy wrists. But even then they would scarecly have succeeded but that Castellani had tripped over Letty’s prostrate figure, and in the effort to save her from being trampled on his captors gained! their advantage, At the same moment Shirley had seen that a woman was present, and, stoop- ing, he raised her and carried her to a lourge. “Good heavens! I know this lady; it is Miss Letty Mariin!” he exclaimed io Bantlin. * “The lady is my wife—or shall be, if 1 live long enough!” said the Italian, sternly. “Treat her with respect and care, sir; she is an angel, and deserves all honor!” “Let me go to him!” cried Letty, who was reviving from her swoon. “My hus- band—my Anthony, I'll never be! it!” she said, twining her arms al him. “Oh, gentlemen, it is all 2 mis- take, and can be explained, I Don’t separate us—he is all the world to me!” Her cries and entreaties were heart- rencing, and, finding it the easiest way te manage their prisoner, it was finally decided to allow Letty to accompany him to prison, and they were put in a carriage, guarded by Hantlin and Shir- ley, while one policeman mounted with the driver and the others filled a second carriage that followed the prisoner. Though it was a late hour when Hantlin got his prisoner housed for the night in the Tombs, he could not thinl: of allowing the morning to come before informing Mrs. Grayson that her hus- baud’s murderer was at length cap- tured. Clarice had not retired; it would have -been impossible. From the moment of Leonce’s return a wild excitement had kept the beautiful young widow pacing to and fro from one end of her sitting room to the other. The French maid aad said very littte. She was as pale as a dead lily, and great dark circles beneath her eyes shewed the traces of recent and terrible suffering. But her manner was calm and her words few and simple. “J have come back, dear madam,” she said, “to beg your forgiveness and to do justice to the innocent. God has pun- ished me for my effort to shield the guilty; but not quite yet. Others will be here soon, and I will wait the proper time.” Clarice did not attempt to force the woman's confidence. She, too, felt that a crisis had arrived, and she belicved that peace and happiness were coming to her at last. But the suspense was aimost more than she could bear. as, with clasped hands and face vite as a snow-drift, save where two red spots burned like fire in the cheeks, she paced her room to and fro, to and fro, too greatly excit- ed to hear the other footsteps that paced the hall outside; for Brian Mow- bray had remained there ever since the entrance of Leonce. Part of the time his ear had been pressed to the keyhole, but he could hear nothing save the excited step of his daughter as she walked to and fro. ‘Then, assured that no conversation was taking place between mistress and maid, he, too, began to kill time by walking to and fro, The dinner hour came and passed; he refused to go down stairs, and Mrs. Grayson sent an excuse, so that Mrs. Mowbray dined alone, except for a couple of friends of her own, whom she was occupied in en- tertaining. * Hour after hour went by; the little silver-tongued time-piece on the mantel chimed quarter past 11, and was suc- ceeded by a loud summons at the front door. Clarice stopped short and sank into a chair, unable to stand—scarcely able to breathe. She had already given orders that if Detective Hantlin came he was to be shown to her private sitting room, and she now heard, above the wild beating of her heart, footsteps on the stairs, rapidly ascending. Then she heard her father’s voice, in tones of vergeful hate, and the words were clearly distinct: “Never, with my consent, shall you see my daughter—miserable recreant to everything honorable and manly; she has already refused you, and forbade you to return. Go! or the servants shall force you from the house!” “Never—her voice alone shall bid me go or stay—I have been lied to and de- seived long enough. I will see her face to face, and if she says go, I will go and never return!” Rut already the door was flung open, and, with a cry—a shriek of joy—“Shir- ley—Shirley! My love, my own true love, oh, forgive me!” Clarice was fold- ed in his arms, their happy tears and kisses mingled, and even Bryan Mow- bray turned away from a scene too sa: cred for intrusion. (TO be Continued.) Opportunity. “Of course, you're glad to have school open again, Willie.” “Sure; now we kin have some more fun playin’ hookey.”—Indianapolis News. Some people are ‘their name in print as others are ta have theirs kept out MAR KET LETTER. The following market letter 1s fur- nished by Edwards, Wood & Co., Grain, Seeds, Provisions, Commission Mer- chants, 8, Chamber of Commerce, Min- neapolis, 310, Board of Trade, Duluth: Oct. 8ist.—Wheat has declined about 1 cent so far this week, on account of heavy rains in the Argentine Republic. Northwest receipts have continued heavy. The total receipts at the four principal spring wheat markets for ths | week, to date, are 3,199,000 bushels; last year, 2,269,000 bushels; since August 1, 71,512,000 bushels; last year at the same time, 55,525,000 bushels. Receipts at the four chief winter wheat points for the week, to date, are 506,000 bushels; last year, 5,568,000 bushels; total since July) 1, 32,377,000 bushels; for the same period | last year, 46,774,000 bu. Total receipts | since the beginning of the present crop year, 103,888,000 bushels; for the same period last year, 102,299,000 bushels. Ac- cording to reports to Bradstreet’s, Oct. 29, the available supply east of the Rockies for the United States and Can- ada, inereased 4,954,000 bushels since the last account; this is partly compensat- ed for by decrease in the amount on ocean passage, the world’s visible sup- ply inereasing 2,954,000 bushels. Ex- ports from both coasts for the week ending Oct 26, are 4,952,000 bushels. The world’s shipments for the seme week, 7,268,000 bushels; last year, 8,925,- 000 bushels. Receipts of wintery wheat for three days this week are less than one-tenth as much as for the corre- sponding days last year, and the total figures for the crop year show that the large movement in the Northwest only a little more than compensates for the decreased receipts of winter wheat. The wheat and flour movement is at present handicapped by a serious shortage of ears on Eastern roads. The lake routes will soon be closed for the season, which will not improve matters. The car famine contrasts curiously with the | over-supply of ocean freight room, which is remarkable, especially for this time of year. Ocean freights have de- clined 50 per cent, and a large amount of shipping is idle. This is said to be explained by the small exports of corn. The price of wheat has been steadied this week by the strength of corn and oats; corn has gained strength on the continued bad husking returns, rains in the West, and the continued shipping of both corn and oats to the West and South. Oats are strong and higher on the active cash demand, and the specu- lative condition at Chicago, where one man is said to hold a line of over 8,000,- 000 bushels. Reports of this year’s corn crop grow steadily worse, both as ‘to quality and yield. Returns from twen- ty-eight counties in Illinois indicate about half a crop of soft, chaffy corn. The price of corn has advanced 1 cent so far this week. We venture to pre- dict 75 cents per bushel for corn. A famine exists in parts of Mexico. The government has suspended the tariff on corn, but, notwithstanding, bread riots have occurred, ‘n which several persons were killed. A letter from Saratoff, Russia, predicts a wholesale loss of cat- tle and horses in that province on ac- count of lack of fodder. Flax has de- clined on heavy Northwestern receipts, but there is a good demand for the best grades. If you are unfamiliar with the grain trade, send for our private cipher, explaining speculation. Hoist With His Own Petard, Prof. Trent of Columbia University, in “A Retrospect of American Humor,” in the November Century, tells the fol- lowing anecdote in connection with an account of Judge Longstreet’s book, called “Georgia Scenes:” “Unless he was mystifying his read- ers, one of the best scenes in his book “was not from Judge Longstreet’s hand —that admirable description of the mi- litia company drill which Mr. Thomas Hardy seems to have made free with in the twenty-third chapter of ‘The Trum- pet Major.” Almost as amusing as the apparently-plundered sketch is the fact that wheh the ‘lifting’ was exposed by the ‘Critic,’ in parallel columns, a writ- er in the ‘Daily News’—was it Andrew Lang?—caime to the rescue of the Brit- ish novelist by pointing out how far the latter had improved upon the crude sketch of the American provincial. But no sooner was this convincing proof | of British superiority been given than the ‘Critic’ was forced to explain that by an unlucky (sic) mistake the authors’ names at the top of the columns had been transposed!"’ The Japanese Version of Longfellow. From the entertaining diary of a Jap- | anese girl, printed in Leslie's Monthly for November. 29th—English of America—Sir, it is light, unreserved and accessible—grew dear again. My love of it returned like a glow in a brazier that I had watched passionately. Oya, oya, my book of Longfellow un- der the heavy coat of dust! I dusted the book with great care and | veneration, as I did a wee image of the Lord a month ago. The same old gentle face of the ’Meri- can poet—a poet not always able to sing of tragic lamentations, and of “Far he- yond”—stared at me from its frontis- piece. I wondered if he ever dreamed his volume would be opened in the tiny brown palms of a Japan girl. Am I not a lovely young lady! Large, fatherly poet he is, but not unique. Uniqueness, however, has be- come commonplace. Poet of plain plainness he is—plain- ness in thought and color. Even his el- egance is plain enough. An Involved Conscience Husband—You must be more econom- ical. running down hill steadily lately. Wife—True. But now I feel that to ee ree Washington Chat. Special Correspondence. President Roosevelt departed the oth- er day from his rule of permitting any | one to attend nim for protection during his horseback rides, by allowing a ser- geant of cavalry to aecompany himself and Mrs. Roosevelt while they were en- joying an afternoon ride. This non- commissioned officer was attired in dress uniform, and there was no at- tempt at concealment, as he rode @ short distance behind the president and his wife. Shortly before 4 o’clock the se:geant rode to the White house on & black horse, and brought two bays for the use of the president and Mrs. Roosevelt. The president was later than usual in going riding, and the soldier stood at the rear of the White House looking after the horses until the arrival of Col. and Mrs. Roosevelt. Mrs. Roose- velt was the first to mount, and she was assisted by the president. Almost immediately the president vaulted inte the saddle, and shortly afterwards the orderly did the same. Owing to the curiosity of the people, and the crowds that congregated to watch the presi- dential family go driving and riding re- cently, they have started from the rear of the White House instead of leaving by the front door. Quite a crowd had gathered at the gates of the grounds, and they were much surprised to see the orderly ride a short distance behind the president and Mrs. Roosevelt. When the riders reached the street the spectotars ex- pected to see the soldier leave the pres- ident and his wife; but he did not do so, but continued to ride behind them until they returned to the White House, ‘about two hours later. Tt is not known who is responsible for the president’s departure from his old rule, but those who witnessed the incident say the president is pursuing the right course in having protection although they did not relish the idea of hevine a soldier in uniform perform this duty, but believe he should have been in civilian attire. Secretary Gage and Immigration Commissioner Powderly have just con- cluded an important agreement with the principal land and water transport- ation companies of Canada, by which t is hoped the indiscriminate immi- gration across the Canadian border, which has been such an annoyance in the past will. be entirely abolished, For some years shrewd immigration brokers in Europe have discovered that while regulations in this country were carefully enforced on the seaboard. there has been greater laxity on the Canadian border. Persons desiring to bring in contract laborers and other undesirable immi- grants have found it desirable to push their immigrants to Quebec or Montreal and then push them southward inte the United States. The new agreement has been signed by representatives of the Allan line, the Dominion line, the Grand Trunk railroad, the Canadian Pacific railroad, and Elder, Dempster & Co. These transportation companies agree not to sell tickets to immigrants or assist them to cross the border un- less they have been inspected and re- ceived certificates at Halifax, Quebec, Point Levis, Vancouver, £t. John or Victoria. The steamship companies agree that if immigrants coming into this country through Canada become public charges within one year after their ar- rival, they shall be returned free of cost to the United States. The agree- ment goes into effect at cnee, and it | has been signed by all the parties in interest. set Roosevelt is the only president that has had actual contact with the Indi- ans and has understood them as a re- su't of personal contact. His life on the Western plains will perhaps result in some startling recommendations to congress regarding the Inman ques- tion. He had his final conference Sat- urday with Commissioner Jones, and it | is understood that Jones’ sweeping re- commendations regarding a new Indi- an policy were received by the pres dent with marked favor. It is the ex- pectation of the Indian office that they will appear in the message, and that Roosevelt is to set up, during his ad- ministration, a policy which will hasten the fina! solution of the Indian prob- lem. Commissioner Jones is an ardent ad- vocate of the theories which have for years been held by the Indian Rights association, a volunteer organization which meets annually and discusses the Indian question from the Indian point of view, and has Tong claimed that the present policy of annuities, ra- tions, etc., has pauperized the noble red man, and that his condition will not change until there fs a change of poli- cy. The president can only recom- mend: but if he does that, it will be something. Congress will then have the question before it authoritatively, and at the very least there will be a discussion of the question, which wilt throw much light upon its obscure phases. The locical result of Jones’ policy will be that the Indians will take land in severalty and earn their own Kving, as other neopte do, by agriculture and oth- er civi'ized pursuits. : a Camera snan-shot fienés heve pur- sned the children of the nresttent so offensively and persistently. that he You know my business has been | t-s ordered the east and weet entes of th» south wing of the White House closed all day. They hove heretofore dress well is a matter of duty.”—De- | heen onened for brief intervate morning troit free Press. Candid. “Conductor,” inquired the timid old lady, “ain’t you afraid 0’ bein’ killed by the 'lectricity in, these trolley cars?” and evening, to let denartmert clerks gain time by crossing the enclosure. od Postmaster General Smith hae de- ei4od thet he will not prncint a rurah route insnector from BMinneeoty vntil “No, ma’am,” said he, as he pocketed | ha hos further opnortunity to consult four fares and rang up only two. not exactly a good conductor.”—Phila- delphia Press. Hands Off. “What have you got that sign, ‘Hands Off,’ posted outside your works tor?” asked the curious individual. “T'm | wetth members of the dsteestion who heave candidetes for the inh Tre had made up a tentative Hst of tmenectars to he anrointed from varios states, and Teames Torson of St, Tomes was on thelist. Torson is Senotoy Nolson’s enritate, When Toréon’s rroho Sle ep- ointment was ennounced. Senator “Because,” returned the jocular mill | Cionn und Representatives F'etcher delphia as anxious to see | Owner, “my men are on et eect '—Phila- | and Tawney urged that the cl-ims of Record, thelr candidates be further considered.