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| (pne had heard him. iS YPWVVYVVVVY A Ea EV CVV A Daughter of the Beach Ni AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANA AAAAAAA CHAPTER I. Was It Buried Here?” Within one of the houses on Stony Seach—one of the smallest and poor- est where none were large—a light glimmered in a lower room. It was wearly 11 o'clock of a stormy summer might, and the other dwellings held only sleeping.inmates. ‘The low, dark, smoky room was in- habited only by one person—a man not much past middle life; but he looked much older as he sat at the’ table which held the lamp, his head support- ed by both hands, his eyes intent upon @ yellow-leaved novel before him. He read, half-aloud the paragraph over which he was poring: “These men, after having secured their bloody spoil, steered south, in- tently not to land until they had gone many leagues. But Providence did not permit them to carry out their plans. Not many hours after they had sunk the ship, and seen the men whom they had robbed sink in the sea before their hout helping them—not long God, as if to mark His dis- pleasure, sent a terrific storm along , and they were driven into which was afterwards called Massachusetts Bay. It was in vain that they tried to prevent the ship from approaching the land; she drove on, faster and faster, until she reached that reef of rocks near the southern shore vf the bay, Where many ships have since gone to destruction.” At this point the man paused with his finger on the place, and said, aloud: “That must be Minot’s Ledge. From this, and what it says before, there can be no doubt of it. Yes, it’s Mi- not's.” Then he went on reading: “The pirates could not prevent her striking on the rocks, but they had succeeded in changing her course so that she did not dash to pieces, as they had feared. She was driven farther in the bay and close to shore, when, sud- denly, the wind shifting, the storm broke away. The men, in their glee, begen drinking of the rum with which they had provided themselves. “The ship was leaking at a rapid rate from the parting of the timbers, caused by the stroke of the rocks, and it seemed as if these men were left to destroy themselves, for they be- came more and more drunk, and ne- glecied the ship pntil she had sunk nearly to her tp “But two of th wily, fellows—re- membering all t treasure that was an board, sewed it about their persons, themselves so heavily that yy could hardly walk. “Unknown to: the rest of the crew, they secretly took beat, and left the ship and rowed to the land, which they reached with great difficulty, being so heavily laden, nee landed, they consulted togeth- er, and soon began to quarrel, for much treasure make men enemies of each other. They soon drew. their knives, and one of them slew the oth- er. The surviving man, his soul full of terror and avarice, worked all the night long to bury the treasure that both had brought. When he had done he wrote a sirict description of the place, and bound the paper to him with @ belt beneath his clothes. “But the devil, who had helped him thus far, deserted him now. That man, at morning light, was set upon by Indians and stripped of all his cloth- ing, the precious description was flung away as worthless, and the man him- self carried into captivity. But the pa- per was found and preserved, and here- in follows a correct copy of it.” Aft this point in the reading the man rose and went impatiently to the door, which he opened after a struggle with the wind, and, stepping out, he raised his hand to his ear and listened in- tently. “He is late,” he muttered. “If he was as impatient as I am, he would not be late for a moment. It’s just the nigdt—no one will be about to trouble us. Why doesn’t he come?” ‘There was something weak and fret- ful in the man’s voice. He turned and «walked slowly about the house, repeat- ing to himself the description of the spot where the treasure was buried. He told himself that he would not read ! it again—he knew it too well. He strock his hands together, exclaiming, with an intensity almost fierce: “Yes; that must be the place. The «ove there beyond the Gun Rock is the cove that is meant. The spot is de- scribed precisely, allowing for some little change that the water must have made in all these years. There’s not another place just like it on all this south shore, and the book says, dis- tinctly, that it was on the south shore af Massachusetts Bay. Yes; the treas- ure is there now, only waiting for some one to dig it up. It will make Kate a fortune. It will educate her; it will give her the surroundings of a lady. It ean’t make her a lady, for she is that already. Yes; it is for her sake—for her sake. She must live such a life all her days.. But when I am gone what will. become of her? The treasure is there—there is not the slightest doubt of that—and it must be Kate's for- cme” m As ‘he went on, his voice had sunk Anto a kind of querulous tone, and he Icoked about him as if fearful some ” He was now standing still on the lee side of the house, his gaze wandering tly toward the glimmering ocean, which could only just be seen in the | darkness. do you sit up so late? Do you not see that it is going to rain?” The voice that spoke was soft and sweet, and full of anxious pleading. The man shook the hand off, but not ungently, as he said: “Kate, what are you up now for? I thought you had gone to bed long ago. Why do you watch me so closely? I have my own affairs to attend to, and! am capable of taking care of myself.” As he finished speaking, he remem- bered that he had left the book he had been reading lying open. upon the ta- ble, and he did not want her to see it. He hurried, quickly into the house and, seizing the book, thrust it into his pocket. He looked at her suspiciously. “Did you come into this room when you came down stairs?” he asked. ‘No. I heard you go out, and came down stairs and out at the back door,” she answered. The man’s looks cleared. He knew he could believe the girl. He only grumbled. “I have business that keeps me up. I wish you would go to bed, Kate. lam not. a child, to be watched like this.” The somewhat dim light of the lamp revealed: a slender girl nineteen or twenty years old, with a face that, in spite of its paleness and worry, was singularly winning. Her large hazel eyes were fixed npon her father en- treatingly, and he avoided their gaze. She seemed about to say more, but changed her mind, and turned away to go up stairs. a She did not know what bad come over her father within the last six months. She knew that he had almost abandoned the fishing which gave them a living in the summer, and that they were poorer than ever. She did not believe he drank or gambled. What, then, was the matter with him? He was sadly changed, and she seemed to have no influence to re- call him to his former condition. She’ had taken a step toward the stairs which led up to her room, when the outer door was quickly opened, the wind slamming it back against the house, and a man entered, exclaiming: “By George! It’s a regular old roar- er out to-night!” Wheh she saw the newcomer, Kate turned quickly away; but the man saw her, and said, moving quickly to her side: “Kate, don’t go because I have come. I didn’t expect the good luck of seeing your pretty face to-night. Stay a min- ute, and bring good-luck to a fellow.” But Kate, apparently, could not bring herself to smile upon the man. Her face grew very cold in its expres- sion, and she answered, distantly: “It’s too late for me to stay longer, Mr. Burt. You come late, and it’s a wild night for a visit. Good-night.” And before hé could say more the girl had left the roqm. The man turned, angrily, toward his host and exclaimed:, “What makes that girl put on such cool airs to me, Purcell? I don’t think I have very high ideas of myself, but it does seem to me she might be a little more cordial to me.” “Pshaw, Dick! What do you mind a girl’s whims for? What makes you so late? I Ihad about given you up, and I was getting very angry with you.” “Yes; Iam late; but I was kept a couple of hours longer than I had ex- pected. I say, old man, I should think you might have enough influence with Kate to make her a trifle civil. Girl’s ain’t apt to turn up their noses to Dick Burt, I can tell you.” ‘ Purcell winced a little as he heard the last words, but he only replied: “Don’t get absurd notions into your head about her. She is shy and proud, and will need a good deal of courting to win her, I fancy.” i “I’m the man to do the courting, then,” said Dick, with a complacent smile. “But I should like a fair field. You are sure there is no one ahead of me?” “Sure. She never had a lover. She never listened to a word of love.” “All right, then. I'll take my chance. Now, are you ready?” Purcell, as soon as his visitor had appeared, had put on a thick jacket, and had shown signs of impatience to be gone. “Yes, and waiting. Come,” he an- swered, quickly. He extinguished the lamp, and the two went out to a little shed which held nets and lines; but they took none of them; each shouldered a pick- ax and shovel, and they walked, as quickly as they could, in the darkness and wind, toward Gun Rock. , “It’s a terrible night!” cried Burt, as he slipped in the darkness and fell on his knee. “A fellow ought to get a good haul of treasure to pay him for going out.” ‘Hush!” exclaimed his companion. “Why do you talk-so loud? What if someone should hear us and follow?” “Pooh! There is no one likely to be about at this time of night in such a gale. We are safe enough.” Burt could not refrain from uttering a few oaths as he stumbled along the beach; but his companion, who was in advance, did not hear him. At last they reached the rock near which their work lay. It was a bold, high, promontory of rugged rock, lying. quite a distance out in the sea, and standing grim and dark. Purcell, whose imagination dwelt upon one subject, fancied the rock had a look as though it were conscious it steod seatinel over hidden wealth. “Do you think we can find the spot in the darkness?” asked Burt, hurry- ing up. “It’s the blackest time I have ever been here. It will be hard work digging at such a time: {> “Find it!” echoed ‘find it if it was twice as. chance we pomp “Very well, then,” Was the response. “I'll sit down here for\I am dead beat, and you call me when xou’ve found thi spot.” : Burt did as he had gaid: he sank down on the beach and, took the. op- portunity to light his pipe, which re- quiréd considerable stratagem in the wind. He succeeded, however, and puffed away while he waited to hear Purecell’s voice. : “The old man’s about crazy on the subject,” Dick mused, “and I’m not sorry he is. I’ve kept him going on this affair well, and he is neglecting his business about as much as a man can. All the better for me. He owes me a round sum now, and he’ll have to. borrow more, Pretty Kate Purcell doesn’t know that the bread she eats now comes from my pocket. Time enough for her to know it. Of course there isn’t any treasure here, still there may be, and I’ll keep the old man hot on the scent, and if we come to anything, why, I’ll share in it. He's lost his head about it, anyway. Burt’s musings by no means took so plain a form as the words above, but that was the sense of the thought in his mind. ‘ He had decided to marry Kate Pur- cell, the “Daughter of the Beach,” as she was called, and he did not think his influence with her father would come amiss. It was accident that had first given him a knowledge of Mr. Purcell’s notion that there was treasure buried on the shore, and he had shrewdly taken immediate advantage of that knowledge and fanned the man’s fancy until it had become a mania. Indeed, so strong had it become that Richard Burt himself, with all his hard common sense, half believed Purcell’s notion might be true. = Purcell was a man of intellectual tastes, which he had cultivated in many ways, until the fishermen near by had called him “the Scholar,” half in derision. , He had always been poor, but he had been industrious, taking his holidays with books, instead of the uncouth pleasures which had delighted his neighbors. But he had all his life yearned for riches; still more now that his daughter was grown up with the face and mien of a gentlewoman. “She should have advantages—she sbould never spend her life on these sands and with these fishermen,” he told himself. And every day the thought and hope grew stronger “for her sake.” He was credulous and unbalanced in some degree. Though his mind had twice the power in most directions that Richard Burt possessed, still the younger man had that shrewdness, that sense that enabled him to obtain a master over the elder. A prolonged whistle from Purcell made Burt rise to his feet and walk forward. As he did so, a low, rum- bling roll of thunder came from the clouds in the west, and a flash of light revealed, in wierd radiance, the dark, shining water, the black shore and the figures of the two men _ , who were staring forward with dilated « eyes. Then all was black again. A great splash of rain followed, and the wind fell to an utter calm, where- in the gentle lapping of the waves could be heard plainer than anything else. Burt proceeded to light a small dark- lantern he had brought. “It’s going to rain,” he said, “and we must be spry, for, when it really be- gins it will rain guns.” They both began rapidly to remove the stones with which they had con- cealed their previous labors, for they dared not leave traces of their work that might lead to discovery. They both worked with rapidity, and soon a large cavity was disclosed, in which they both began shoveling the wet sand. “It is only about four feet more—in this direction,” said Purcell, striking his shovel into the ground. “That pirate must have been a deuced strong fellow to have chucked his treasure in so far,” remarked Burt. “It could not originally have been thus far,” replied Purcell. “We must allow for the changes the waves have made.” “I forgot that,” was the answer; “put I wish the waves had washed the sand away, instead of upon the place.” A quarter of an hour passed, and still the tempest had not burst, though its mutterings grew louder than ever and heavy drops of rain occasionally fell. Suddenly a sharp exclamation burst from Purcell, and hé dropped his shov- el and turned to Burt, crying: “We have reached it at last! fortune is made!” The tone and the words startled Burt. Could it be possible that the old beok’s story was true, after all— that they had come upon the treasure, which he had really never believed in? Visions of what he would do with bis riches darted across his mind. “You don’t mean it!” he cried, press- ing-to the old man’s side. “Where is it? Are you sure?” Purcell caught up his shovel again, as he said: “TI struck the chest. It is here. We are rich men. Kate shall be rich at last!” Kate! Yes. The thought of her was uppermost at that moment in both men’s minds. Then they fell to work, with frantic haste, and it was then that the storm burst in fury upon them, the rain com- ing down in sheets, the lightning fiash- ing from one end of the heavens to the other, the thunder crashing as if it would split open the earth. But the men did not mind it, so ab- sorbed were, they. Their lantern had long since been extinguished, but the brilliance of the lightning enabled them to work, and by the light. they saw that what Purcell’s shovel had touched was a thick oaken chest, four feet square. " % Just as they had nearly excavated it the storm subsided, and the lightning flashes were so few that they were left |’ in_darkness. cd Near them the little house, which held a life-boat of the humane associa- tion, had been struck by the lightning, and had flamed and hissed and gone | out eae te wet... ‘ sat % ‘ ie tempest would keep up minutes longer,” exclaimed ae re should haye light enoygh! Now must stop and light the lantern again.” | Our take this time; but we'll succeed—yes, been somewhat shaken, and he wanted to be alone and think matters over. He only said: home. I'll see you again in a day or two; and in the meantime I want you to promise me not to do anything about led with eagerness; the moments that passed in that search seemed the longest he had ever spent. He kept silence, but Burt swore deeply. At last the lantern was found and lighted, and in a few moments more they had excavated the chest and were trying to pry it open with their pick- axes. Neither of them spoke, and the faces of both were white, their eyes shining fiercely. The heavy plank lid yielded to their blows and came slowly up. Purcell caught the lantern and sent its rays over the inside of the chest, but the contents were concealed by folds of coarse cloth that seemed to have huddled in on top. The next moment the cloth was snatched away, and the eyes of the men were prepared to be dazzled by the gleam of gold. What was there? If the taces of the men could have been paler than they were, they would have whitened as they looked. Their eyes seemed startling in their glare as they were fized on the object before them. The sharp and concentrated rays of the lantern fell upon the shriveled form of a child. It was a skeleton, with the skin clinging about it, the faded, fair hair still attached to the skull, a thin ringlet of it falling over one sunken eye-socket. It was a moment before either of them could speak. Horror overcame the shock of disappointment they felt. “Whose work is this?” finally whis- pered Purcell, in a tremblin gtone. “The devil’s!” answered Burt; “and we are the devil’s own fools for having dug here. If we had any wit we might have known, when we.came upon the chest, that the pirate never could have put it here, for it’s not likely that they took a chest like this out of a sinking ship into a little rowboat, and then packed in the gold. We are simple idiots—that’s what we are!” The sound of his own voice seemed to give Burt courage. But Purcell did not, apparentily, hear him. The old man stood looking down into the chest in silence. Burt put one hand to his shoulder, saying, harshly: “Well, wnat’s to be done with this job? I don’t care to be taken up for child-murder. How long has this been buried here? You ought to be learned enough to know.” Still Purcell did not answer, and Burt went on: “We'd better not stay here long; it wouldn’t be nice at all if we should be found here. Let’s cover up the thing as quick as we can. We'll dig some- where else for treasure next time.” “Yes, we must bury it again,” said Purcell at last; “but let’s see if there is anything that gives any clue to the the perpetrators of this crime.” Purcell bent down on his knees by the chest, while Burt, too superstitious to have touched the object himself, yet looked on with intense interest. Purcell removed several stones from the chest—stones which seemed to have hurriedly been placed there for no obvious reason, unless it was de- sired to add weight. He lifted the lit- tle skeleton carefully. Underneath lay a roll of paper, dark and damp, and which would have fallen to piéces had not Purcell taken great pains to preserve it. That was all. The strictest further search revealed nothing more. CHAPTER Il. The Newcomer. “It’s all a cheat!” said Burt, impa- tiently, as Purcell stood, with the pa- per in his hands, his eyes fixed vacant- ly upon it, while the shovel and pick lay, unused, by his side. “Who in the name of all that’s horrid, did this deed, I don’t know, and don’t want to know! Let’s hurry up now and get clear of this!” He seized the shovel as he finished | speaking, and began to work rapidly, and Purcell thrust the’ document he held into his pocket and mechanically began to work, also. Neither of the men spoke for some time, and nothing was heard but the scund of falling sand and the low swash of the waves. The clouds were parting and the stars shone forth, giving some light to the two men. They did not pause until they had carefully concealed, as well as they could, all signs of their work. “I shall come here by light in the morning,” said Burt, stamping down the sand. “I am not going to leave this place without fixing it so that folks won't be likely to find out anybody’s been to work here. It wouldn’t be a nice joke for anyone to discover we had been digging here, and then come prospecting about to see what we had peen doing. Ugh! It’s a bad busi- ness!” and Dick Burt shuddered as he spoke. 4 I think it’s our duty, Burt,” said Pur- cell, speaking very slowly, to inform the authorities of.our discovery. It’s about sure a crime has been commit- ted, and we ought to let them know.” “Don’t you do it!” cried Burt, quick- ly. “I shan’t allow it! use of making a fuss about it? Then everybody will raise a great cry as to why we've been digging here in this way. And what shall we tell ’em?” Burt hal taken the right course with Purcell. The elder man shook his head. “True,” he said. “We could not tell them we had been looking for treas- ure. All the men on the shore would begin digging. No; we must keep it to ourselves. We have made a mis- we'll succeed. It only requires pa- tience, and we'll be rich men yet.” Burt looked “at his companion in as- tonishment. He had believed that Purcell would have given up the idea of searching further, after such an ex- perience as they had that night. He did not answer. nerves had *“Come on, now! It’s time we went What's the | ve ae “No.” : “Not even to Kate.” “Least of all to her,” said Purcell, with emphasis. Burt turned on to the road which led between the pond and the beach, and Purcell walked slowly toward his house, thankful that he could see no light in Kate’s window. . “She had much better be asleep than watching for me as she does,” he thought. “She ought to trust me—she might know I am working for her. What was that?” Purcell stopped suddenly as he walked and listened. A distinct halloo had sounded in the air—A loud, im- perative cry—or had it been his dis- turbed imagination? He listened for a moment, but he heard nothing more, and he went on and entered the house. He did not stop to light a lamp, but greped his way up to the little room under the roof where he slept. As he lay down upon his bed he thought he heard the cry repeated, but he would take no more notice of it. So disturbed had been his mind that he refrained from looking at the paper he had taken from that mysterious chest. “T will have a clear head when I look at that,” he thought. “Somehow, my thoughts are not coherent to-night— and no wonder.” Richard Burt, going along the high- |. way, had heard that cry, and stopped to listen, as Purcell had done. But he had done more; he had turned back and gone in the direction of the sound, and had heard it repeated. I t ap- peared to come from the hills in the direction of Long Beach, and he felt certain it was a cry for assistance. “I might as well make a night of it,” he said, as he ran along in that direc- tion. He shouted an answer as he went, and then there was silence for some minutes. When he had gone a few rods he called again, and received a re- sponse, distinguishing the words this time. They were: “Hurry up, if you can!” The tone had that imperative sound that pain will give to the voice. Burt increased his speed as he heard it. In a few minutes he reached the shore of an indentation between the hills on the coast—a place not more than three or four rods wide where the beach was stony. (To be Continued.) GOOD-NATURED RIOTERS. Mr. Charlemangne Tower’s Recital of .-a Recent Disturbance in the Russian Capital. ; Charlemagne Tower, the United States minister to St. Petersburg, who has now been named as the successor of Minister White, at Berlin, when vis- iting his home in Philadelphia recent- ly, was telling of a personal experi- ence in the streets of the Russian capi- tal during the recent student riots: “I knew that the students were marching and that the police were out,” he said, “but I thought I had tak- en a street which would’ be deserted. The crowds had moved, however, and I daresay there were 100,000 people in sight of my door as I stepped out. It all looked so peaceful and good-na- tured that I went ahead. And peace and good nature are really not im- proper words to use in connection with what happened. The students were shouting and singing in a way that would have r4ide a man from Prince- ton or Yale que homesick for his col- lege, and the crowds seemed to regard the whole performance as altogether too amusing to leave. i “When the police rode into the street they had their riding whips in their hands, but they carried them very much as the English drill-ser- geant carries his bamboo cane, and if they used them on the crowd it was in a manner quite too perfunctory to be very dangerous. The people laughed and ran. The officers were practically as good-natured, although a little more business-like. Tue students yelled louder than ever, and dispersed only after two or three of their leaders had been ‘arrested. “As I stood in a doorway looking on, I could only think of a lot of chickens seattering before the onslaught of a company of good-natured school boys:” —Philadelphia Press. Settled the Estate. An attorney from Houston, Texas, J. D. Bryant, tells this story of Judge Roy Bean, justice of the peace in the Lone Star State, who is better known as “the law west of the Pecos river.” He held acoroner’s inquest on a Mexican, who had been found dead near the Pecos river. The jury ren- dered a verdict of accidental death. The crowd was dispersing when the judge called them back. “There is another matter to attend to,” he said: “On this man’s body was fcund $50 and a six-shooter. It’s con- trary to the laws of Texas and to the peace and dignity of the state to car- ry concealed weapons. Therefore, I confiscate the revolver and fine the deceased $1. The costs of the case are $49, which just settles the estate.” Had Done Her Part. Kitty had been told that the thunder was the voice of “the good man up in the sky,” warning her to run into the house to avoid the rain, and on one or two occasions she had failed to heed the warning and had suffered unpleas- ant consequences. She, was playing out of doors the other morning when there came a clap of distant thundér. She dropped ev- erything and scudded into the house, but the rain failed to come. After waiting until she became impatient, she went to the door, looked up at the clouds and called out: “If you are going to rain, why don’t you? I’ve been in here ten minutes!” —Chicago Tribune. In the Court Room. “Your hoaor and gentlemen of the jury. I acknowledge the reference of counsel of the other side to my gray hair. . My hair is gray, and it will con- xg to be gray as long as I live. The hair of that gentleman is black, and will continue to be black as long ag he dyes.”—New York Times. _ ‘ ~ Giant—The glasseater has lost his | ..7%6, job at this museum. for? GOES TO VAN SANT ELECTION RETURNS INDICATE THE RE-ELECTION OF THE GOVERNOR. MAJORITY MAY REACH 40,000 REPUBLICANS ALSso ELECT BAL- ANCE OF THE STATE TICKET. JOHN LIND DEFEATS FLETCHER DEMOCRATS ELECT TWO cON- GRESSMEN AND REPUBLI- CANS SEVEN. STATE OFFICERS. Governor—Samuel R, Van Sant (R) Lieutenant-governor—Ray W. Jones (R). Secretary of State—Peter E. Hamson (2). Auditor—Samuel G. Iverson (R). Treasurer—Julius H. Block (R). rehttgmey General—Wallace B. Doug- Clerk Supreme Court—C. A. Pidgeon (R) Bi Non Commissioner—Charles F. Sta- Samuel R. Van Sant has been re-elected governor and the entire Republican state ticket has been elected, Gov, Van Sant’s majority over Rosing, the Democratic candidate is estimated all the way from 40,000 up. Chairman Jamison of the Republican state central committee, and Chairman Martin of the Republican state executive committee, es- timate Van Sant’s plurality at 40,000. While the early returns were meagre, they came in fr.m all parts of the state, so that they formed a fair basis of est:- mate. They came from Republican coun- ties and from Democratic strongholds, and ail showed gains for Van Sant over his vote two years ago. Experts estimated his gain ovee two years ago at something over 40 per cent. Mr. Rosing said at midnight: “I am very much disappointed witn the way things have been going on in St. Pauli. The returns which I have received up to date show that I have made a net loss of 1,100 from the vote of Lind in 100, and that my prospects for carrying tho city are very slim. “As to the state I have received only a few returns and am unable to make «ny definite statement. The returns wh’ have come to me have been very varying, some are encouraging, others are not; but my knowledge of state returns are so very small thateI can not say what will be the result.” MINNESOTA CONGRESSMEN. Republicans Elect Seven out of Nine Candidates. The Republicans have elected seven of the nine congressmen. John Lind has wen out over Fletcher in the Fifth and Du Bois has been elected in the Sixth. ‘The next congressional delegation will be made up as follows: James A. Tawney (Rep.), J. A. Mc- Cleary (Rep.), C. R. Davis (Rep.), John Lind (Dem.), J. A. Du Bois (Dem.), J. dam Bede (Rep.) and Halvor Steener- m (Rep.) will probably constitute the next delegation in the house. One of the most interesting of the con- gressional contests was that between Fletcher and Lind in the Fifth district. Lind has won by a small majority. Both candidates showed tremendous gains in unexpected quarters, but Fletcher's strength failed him in several precincts normally considered safely Republican. The Lind faction claims a majority of 4,000. Later returns will probably show that the fight was won or lost by a very narrow margin. It is expected that his majority will not be more than 700. Before midnight the returns from the Sixth district were such that C, B. Buck- man’s defeat by Dr. Du Bois was ac- knowledged by the state central commit- tee. The bitter primary fight left its ef- fect in the election. In the First district James A. Tawney won handily over Peter McGovern, the Democretic nominee, and the returns to- day will probably show a majority in- creased beyond the substantial figure ac- credited to him last night. J. A. McCleary polled a heavy vote in the Second district, easily distancing An- drews, and cee Dare eb a hot fight agai c, ola ie rd. eee reathcne contest was that of John L. Geiske, the St. Paul barber, nominated by the Democratic party in opposition to Fred C, Stevens for the St. Paul dis- trict. While the Etevens vote was in the nature of a landslide, Mr. Geiske succecd- ed in keeping the Democratic strength in line, and throughout his district held the Vole of his party. ‘The contest was, In no way Osé> vst <7 @ surprise. J. Aduin Bede tart the igath dis- trict, early returrs ingigatioy a substan- tial majority which will probably be in- creased Ly later figures. Halvor Steenerscn, In the Ninth, dis- tances McKinnon, the Democratic nom- inee, and A. J. Volstad, in the Seventh, piles up a heavy vote. His election was assured by the withdrawal of all opposi- tion. WOMAN CAUGMT REPEATING. Colorado Woman Was Casting Her Third Ballot. Denver, Col, Nov. 4.—Kor the first time in the history ‘of Colorado politics, a woman was arrested yesterday for re- peating. When booked at the city jail She gave the name of Jennie Sanderson, but she was. subsequently identified as Mrs. Harriet Hibbard, a widow. 50 years of age. She was neatly dressed and had the appearance of refinement. It is al- leged that she was in the act of casting her third ballot when arrested. She ad- mitted her guilt and said she could give no reason for her act except her desire to make some extra money. She told the lice she was a Republican. She said owever, that she had voted the Demo- cratic ticket twice at the request of a Democratic worker. POLITICIAN MURDERED. Former Prohibition Vice Presidential Candidate ill Effingham, Iil., ov. ‘Hon. Hals Johnson, ‘a Prohibition leader of national remit and. vice presidential candi- te on the Prohibition ticket in 1896, was shot and killed by Mary Harris yes- terday afternoon at Rogeta, a village in Jasper county, thirty miles from here. Mr. Johnson was practicing law at New- ton, the county seat, went to Rogeta to collect on account on which judgment had al been rendered against Har- ris. An altercation occurred between JSchnson and Harris and the latter se- cured a shot gun and fired at Johnson at close range, the charge striking John in the face causing instant death. Immedi- ately after the shooting Harris jumped into Johnson's buggy and attempted to make hi sescape, but was apprehended by a deputy sheriff. ANOTHER REVOLUTION ENDED. 4 Government Forces in Venezueia Drive Rebels From Last Stronghold. Caracas, Venezueia, Noy. 5.—The gov- ernment reports having gained 2 decisive victory over the revolutionists Jast week. een tieat goes aioe: ed. the rebels from eir Stronghold at Pipe, near San Mateo and six miles from Le _Vic- ‘ia. tutionary. leaders, Men- ‘e indo, Crespo, Terres and tO government reports, ‘ered and the disbanded vernment renorts ' decta In Venezuela to be en victory and that peace ‘secured.