Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, August 3, 1902, Page 16

T HE OMAHA DAILY BEE: SUNDAY, AUGUST 3, 1902, _——-——_‘__§_——————'——_—?—_—L———_——-——fl-—.~% p— Thoroughbres. By W. A, F Author of “The Outcast,” Mo RASER. oswa,” and Other Stories. & (Copyright, 1902, by McClure, Phillips & C0.) a stiff ruft about his neck, you could pose | No one kmew ‘which horse had won Presently u quiet came over the mob like & lull in & storm. Silently they waited for the winning number to go up. “I belleve it's a dead heat,” sald Porter, and Allls noted how calm and resiful hie volce sounded after the exultant babel of the hoarse-throated watchers. “Where was Lucretia, father?” “Third,” he answered laconically, gchool- ing bis volce to indifference. “I hope It's & dead heat, for if Lauzanne gets the ver- dlet I've got to take him. I don't want him after that run; they made him a present of the race at the start, and he only just squeezed home." “Why must you take the horse, father, it you don’t want him? I don’t under- stand.” “I suppose there's no law for it—I said 1 would, that's all. The whole thing is crooked, though; they stole the race from Lucretia and planted me with a dope horse b him fo night of the concert—I mes Hello! u plcture of one of those old Dutch Jurgomasters.” t.e's doing your work and you're making fun of him, bo; “You can't make fun of him, at him or with him; he's a gravedigger; but you can rust him.” at's better.” “If 14 killed a man and needed a friend to help me out I'd go straight to Mortimer; b why he's doing my work today?" # got that kind of eyes. Do you know ‘Because you're away, 1 suppose.” *Beczuse you recited that doggerel about e Run of Crusader.'" Alan! I've never spoken to Mr. T Morti- mer.” “That's why he choked the butcher the “You're talking nonsense, Ala: “I'm not; I know when a man's Interested | Blest it the boss fsn't coming this “What did 1 tell you about Crusader?’ Alan sald, triumphantly. ““There's other.” “Alan!” “I wondered why Mr. Crane was so deuced triendly, but there's nothing to get cross about girl; he's a fine old chap and got lots of wealth." He leaned forward till he was close to his sister's ear and added, in a whisper, “Her ladyship behind, Belle Langdon, is trying to hook him. Phew!—but she's loud. But I'm offi~I'm golng to see what the row Is about.” CHAPTER IIL. When John Porter went down out of the etand the hors bad just cantered back to we gh in. The jockeys, oue after another, with up- raised whip, bad saluted the judge, received bis nod to dismount, pulled saddles and b idies from their steeds and, in Indian file, were pas-ing over the scales. As Lucretia was led away, Porter turned into the paddock. He saw that Langdon was waliing for him. “Well, he won, just as 1 sald he'd do, deciared the latter; “'you've got a good horse chea You'd ought to've had a bet down on him an’ won him out.” “He won,” answered Porter, looking straight into the other's shifty eyes, “but he's a long way from being & good horse— no dope herse is a good horse.” “What're you givin' me?” demanded Lang- don, angrily. I:!u told that Lucretia’s owner had a quired the chestout before the race. Where all was suspicion, every trivial happening was lald hold of, and Alan's trifiing bet on Lauzanne had been magnified into @ heavy plunge—no doubt- the father's money had been put on by the boy. A race course is Itke a houschold—everything is known, absolutely everything. Porter was aghast. Were all the furles In league against him? Me was more or less a believer in lucky and unlucky days, but he had never experienced anything quite s0 bad as this. He, the one Innocent man in the transaction, having lost almost | his last dollar and having been saddled with & bad horee, was now accused of belng the perpetrator of the villainy; and the | ‘llnul(lon was backed up by such a m of circumstantial evidence. No wonder he flushed and stood silent, lost for words to express his indignation. | “Speak up, Mr. Porter,” sald the steward, kindly. “Those that lost on Lucretia are swearing the mare was pulled.” “And they're right,” blurted out Porter. “I know what the mare can do; she can make hacks of that bunch. She was stopped and Interfered with and given all the worst of It from start to finish; but my money was burnt up with the publie's. I never pulled a horse in my life and I'm too old to begin now.” “1 belleve that,” declared the steward emphatically. “I've known you, John Por- |ter, for forty years, man and boy, and there nmever was anything crooked. But ’vu-‘v! got to clear this up. Racing fisn't and hanged If 1 don’t feel like backing out. | Let Langdon go before the stewards about | the sale if he dare.” “Did you give your word that you'd buy the horse, father?" “1 did, but it was a plant.” “Then yowll take him, father. People | say that Jobn Porter's word is as good | as his bond, and that sounds sweeter in | my ears than if I were to hear them say | that you were rich, or clever, or almost | anything.” “Laugzanne gets it!" grating volee behind them. numbers, Ned—3, 5, 10; Lauzanne, The Dutchman, Lucretia. 1 kmew it Dick don’t make no mistakes when he's out for blood.” “He drew it a bit fine that time,” growled Ned, still in opposition; “it was the clos- sort of a shave.” “Hurrah, Lauzanne!" Again there was more hurrying of feet as the chestout's backers who had waited in the stand for the judges' decision, hur- ried down to the gold mart. “You'll take Lauzanne, father,” Allls sald, when the tumult had stilled; “it will come out right somehow—I know it will—he'll win again.” John Porter stood irresolutely for a minute, not answering the girl, as though he were loth to go close to the contaminat- ing influence that seemed part and parcel of Lauzanne and which was stretching out to envelop him. He was thinking moodily that he had played against a man who used loaded dice and had lost through his own rashness. He had staked so much on the race that the loss would out cripplingly Into his affairs. “I guess you're right, Allls,” he sald; “a | man’s ot to keep his word, no matter | what happens. I never owned a dope horse yet and unless I'm mistaken this yellow skate 1s one today. I'll take him, though, girl; but he'll get mothing but oats from me to make him gallop.” Then Porter went resolutely down the steps, smothering in his heart the just rebelllog that was tempting him to re- pudiate his bargain. As he reached the lawn a lad swung eagerly up the steps, threw his eye In- quiringly along row after row of seats, until it stopped at Allls. Then he darted called the eager, | “There go the looking for you. and the boy's eyes, that ] xactly Mke her own, opened wide in astonishment. Yes, father bought him." “The deuce! I say, Allis, that won't do. Don't you know there's something wrong about this race? I just saved myself. I backed the little mare for a V—then I heard somethin, This Langdon's a deuce of a queer fish, I can tell you. I wonder Crane has anything to do with him, for the boss s stralght as they make them.” “Did you back Lauzanne, then, Alan?" “You bet I aid; quick, too; and Wi hunting all over for the gov'nor to tell him. | You see, 1 know Langdon—he comes to the bank sometimes. He's that slick he'll bardly say ‘good day' for fear of glylng 1omething away.” “Then bow did you—how did people know there was something wrong?" “Oh, & woman, of course—she blabbed. { think she's Dick Langdon “Hush-b-h!"” and Allls laid her hand on the boy's arm, indicating with a curve of her cyes the woman in the seat behind u “I'd better go and tell father—" . ‘You needn’t bother; he knows. It's a question of honor. Father sald he'd buy the gone to make ke “It's & good way to go broke, Alan. Per- haps we'd all been richer if it wasn't so strong In the Porter blood, but all the same, brother, you do just as father is doing today | —always keep your word. I tell you what| It 18 boy"—and her face lighted up as she| spoke—"‘father 1s a hero—that's what he be's just the biggest, bravest man ever lived. He couldn’t do a mean act. How did you get away from the bank, Alan?"' she said, changing the subject; “I didn't know you were coming today." ortimer was light and took on my work. He's a good sort.” “Does he bet?" | “The boy laughed. “Mortimer bet? That's rich, We call him ‘Old Solemnity’ in the bank, but he doesn’t mean any harm by 1t— Do just can't help it, that's all. If ho had RS A ( oLl SRR | = B ol f H “I SAID I'D TAKE THE HORSE AND I WILL, BUT DON'T THINK THAT YOU'RE YOU'RE A BLACKGUARD OF THE FIRST WATE! FOOLING ME. MR. LANGDON, way—there's Crane. See, Allis! I've a no- tion to tell him that his trainer is a crook.” “‘No. you won't, Alan—you're too younk to gabbl Philip Crane bad evidently intended golng higher up in the stand, but, his eye lighting on the brother and sister, he stopped and turned in to where they were sitting. “Good affernoon, Miss P T Allis started. Was the stand possessed of unpleasant voices There was a me- tallic ring in Crane’s that affected her she hardly remembered ever having spoken to him. He turned and nodded pleasantly to Alan, saying, “May I take this seat? I am tired. The cashier let you off for the day, eh?’ he continued. ““Came up to see your father's mare yun, I suppose—I'm deuced sorry she was beaten.” ‘What are they waiting for—why have they taken the horses’ numbers down again? Are they trying to steal the race from Lauzanne now?” It was the woman voice behind them, petulantly exclaiming. Crane turned In his s looked over his shoulder and raised his hat. “The impatient lady is my trainer's sister,” he explained, in a modulated tone to Allls. “A trainer is quite an autocrat, I assure you, and one must be very careful not to forget any of the obvious courte- sies. Allls wondered why he should find necessary to make any explanation at all. “I want to thank you, Miss Porter, for that ding about Crusdder.’ All eyes openkd wide. “Yes, I was there,” Crane added, an- swering the question that was in them. As he sald this & man came hurriedly up the steps, spoke to a policeman on guard and searched the faces with his eyes. Catching sight of Crane, he came quickly forward and whispered something in his it “Excuse me, I must go—I'm wante Crane sald to Allis, As g turned the trainer's sister spoke to bim. “What's the matter, Mr. Crane—there' something golng on up In the stewards' stand "' ancy there's an objection, though I don't know anything about it he an- , &% he went down the steps with the messenger. Allls breathed freer when he had gone. Somehow his presence had oppressed her; perhaps it was the flerce stephanotis that came in clouds from the woman behind that smothered her senses. Crane had said nothing—just & commonplace compliment. Like an fospiration it came to the girl what had affected her so disagreeably in Crane—it was his eyes. They were hard, col, glittering gray eyes, looking out from between partly closed eyelids. Allls could see them still. The lower lids cut straight across; it was as though the eyes were peeping at her over s stone wail. 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But John Porter took & step nearer, and his gray eyes lald hold of the other man's soul until it shriveled like a dried leaf and emptied itself of its anger in fear. “Oh, if you want to crawl—if you don’t want to take Lauzanne—" But Porter again Interrupted Langdon— “I sald I'd take the horse and I will, but don’'t think that you're fooling me, Mr. Langdon, You're a blackguard of the first water. Thank God, there are only a few parasites such as you are racing—it's creatures Ilke you that give the sport & black eye. If I can only get at the bottom of what has been done today, you'll get ruled off and you'll stay ruled off. Now turn Lauzaone over to Andy Dixon and come Into the secretary's office, where I'll give you a check for him “Well, we'll settle about the horse now, an’ the be somethin’ to settle between John Perter, her time some other plac ed Langdon, threateningly. Porter looked at him with a half-amused, half-tolerant expression on his square face, king in a very dry, convinc- 1 guess the check will close out all deals between us; it will pay you to keep out of my way, I think.” Ae they moved toward the secretary's office Porter was accosted by his trainer. “The stewards want to speak to you, sir,” sald Dixon. ‘All right. Send a boy over to this man’s stable for Lauzanne—I've bought him." The trainer stared in amazement. “I'll give you the check when I come back,” Porter continued, speaking to Lang- don. “There’s trouble on, sir,” said Dixon, as they moved toward the stewards' box. ““There always is,”” commented Porter, drily. ““The stewards think Lucretia didn’t run up to her form. They've had me up, and her jock, McKay, is there now. Starter Carson swears he couldn’t get her away from the post—says McKay fair anchored the mare, He fined the boy $i0 at the o “I think they've got the wrong pig by the ear—why don't they yank Langdon; he's at the bottom of it. It's pretty rich, Andy, isn't it? They hit me heavy over the race, and mow they'd llke to rule me | off for that thiet's work’' and he jerked his thumb over his shoulder in the direc- tion of Langdon. “Yes, racin's hell, now, commented Dixon, with laconic directness. “It seems just no use workin' over a good horse, when any mut of a crook, who is takin' & turn at plungin’ can get at the boy. I believe Boston Bill's game of gettin a straight boy to play, an’ lettin’ the horses go hang, s the proper racket.” “Yes, & good boy is better than a good horse, nowada. but they're llke north poles—hard to come by."” “Some mug give the stewards a yarn that you'd bought Lauzanne, sir, an’' ses that's why you didu't win with the mare.” Porter stopped and gasped in astonish- ment. What next?’ “You continued Dixon, apologetic- ally, I didn't know you was meanin' to buy that skate, so I says it was all & — Ne.” “Things are mixed, Andy, aln't they?" “1 dido’t know ,sir—" didn’t mention it to But I don't blame you, Andy. I'll go and talk to the stew- ards—they're all right; they only want to get at the truth of it. went up t eps of the stew- and he felt how like & man mount- affold he was, an innocent man con- demned to be hanged for another's crime. The investigation had been brought about by a note one of the stewards had received. The sender of the missive stated in it that be bad backed Lucretia heavily, but had strong reasons for belleving there was & Job The backer was a relisble man and asked for a fair run for his money. The note had come too late—just as the horses were starting—to be of avall, except s a corroboration of the suspicious features of the race. Starter Carson's evidence to McKay's handling of the mare coincided with the contents of the note. Then there was the fact of Porter's baving bought Lauzanne. The stewards did not know tl sctual clreumstances of the sale, but bad what it used to be—it's on the square now and we want the public to understand that." ““What does the boy say?" asked Porter; *“you've had him up?" “He says the mare was helped; that she ran like a drunken man—swayed all over the course and he couldn’t pull her together at all.” “Does he mean she was doped?”’ “You've guessed it answered steward, loconically. X “Thi nonsense, sir and he knows it. ‘Why, the little mare is as sweet as a lamb and as game a beast as ever looked through a bridle. Sowmebody got at the boy. I can prove by Dixon that Lucretia never bad a grain of cocaine in her life—never even a bracer of whiskey—she doesn't need it; and as for the race, I hadn’t a cent on Lausanne.” But your son- “He had a small bet, but I didn't know that, even, until they w running.” “Did you tell him not to back Lucretis, for he did Lauzanne?” “I told him not to bet at all." “And you played the mare yoursel! For answer, Porter showed the steward his race program, on which was written’| the wager he had made on Lucretia and the bookmaler's name. “Ask Ullmer to bring his betting sheet, the steward said to an assistant. On the sheet, opposite John Porter's badge number was a bet, $10,000 to $4,000, in the Lucretia column. “Did this gentleman make that bet with you?" the steward asked of Ullmer. “He carrles the number; besides I know Mr. Porter—I remember laying it to him." “Thank you, that will do. Hit you pretty bard,” sald, turning to Porter. 'And you hadn't & saver on Lauzanne?” “Not a dollar.” “What about your buylng him—is there anything in that story?" Porter explained the steward nodded his head. ‘They seem to have been pretty sure of winning, these other people,” he com- mented, “but we can't do anything to them for winning, nor about selling you the horse I fear, and far as you're con- cerned Lucretia was supposed to be trying. ‘Who gave your jockey orders?” o “Dixon. I don't interfe: he traing the horses.” “We'd llke to have Dixon up here again for a minute. I am sorry we've had to trouble you, Mr. Porter; I can see there is not the slightest suspiclon attaches to you." In answer to the steward's query about the orders to McKay, Dixon sald: “I told McKay the boss had a blg bet down and to make no mistake—no grandstand finish for me, 1 told him to get to the front as soon as he could and stay there and win lar he ltked, 1 got the office that there'd be somethin' doin’ In the race an’ I told him to get out by himselt.” After Dixon was dismissed the stewards consulted for a minute, with the result that McKay was suspended for the balance of the meeting, pending a further investi- gation into his methods. . . . . During the carpeting of Porter and Dixon & of upturned faces, turrowed by lines of anxious interest, like those of atbletes competing for a prize, had sur- rounded the judges' box. Wave on wave the living waters reached back over the grassed lawn to the betting ring. Tense with excitement, the Indefinable feeling that something was wrong had crept into the minds of the waiting peopl As the horses had flashed past the post and after a brief wait for decision Lau- zanne’s number had gone up his backers bad hastened eagerly to the money mart and lined up In waiting rows behind the bookmaker's stands. There they walted, fighting their lmpatient souls i submis- sion, for the brief wait would end In the acquiring of gold. Why did not the torfan-voiced crier send through the ring the joyful cry of “Al right!"” The minutes went by and the delay became an age. A whisper vibrated the th ong, & bre stirs slender branches, that the winner had beem dis- qualified—that there had been an objec- tlon. First one dropped out of line, then an- other, one by one, until all stood an army of expectant speculators walting for the verdict that had its birthplace up In that uare building, wards' stand. over e pulling of Lucretls,” a the purchase. The { Ve w. A, CUOK, M. 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COOK MEDICAL CO., 110-112 So. 14th St., Omaha, Neb. OFFICE HOURS—S8 a. m. to 8 p. m. (Over Daily News Office.) Sunday, 10 a. m. to 12:30 p. m. man sald, stmply to relieve his strained teelings. “It was the most barefaced job I ever saw,” declared another; “it's even betting the stable gets ruled oft.”” He had backed Porter's mare and was vindictive, “Not on your life,” encered a Tout, wolfishly; “a blg owner always gets off. The jock'll get it in the meck if they've | been caught.” | “Why don't you pay,” whined the fourth, | ‘whsi's lie puiiiug of the ware goL o do with it? The best horse won.” He was & backer of Lauzanne. “Bet yer life the bookies won't part till the numbers of the placed horses an’ riders are up on that board again. They've run them down, don't you see?’ chimed in the T T'll take two to one The Dutchman gets it,”” sald a backer of that horse. “‘There's a job on, and they'll both get disqualified. Porter's kid, won ten thousand over Lau- zanne, and that's why they stiffened the “That's what the public are up against in this game,” sneered the backer of Lu- cretia. ““And the jock'll have to stand the shock. 1 know how it goes,” asserted the Tout. “You ought to know,” drawled Lauzanne’s backer. The racing men within earshot smiled, for the Tout had been a jockey be- fore his llcense had been taken away for crooked work. “Hello! here it comet drawled Lau- zanne's backer, as a fat, -faced man came swiftly down from the stewards' stand, ran to the betting ring, and, pushing his way through the crowd, called with the roar of & gorilla: “Al-1-1 right! Lauzanne, first! The Dutchman, second! Lucretia, third! They're al-1-1 weighed in!" A Niagara of human beings poured from the lawn to the cashier's; they ran as though the course was on fire and they sought to escape. “What about Lucretia?’ someone asked the red-faced crier, as he came back out of the ring. ‘They've broke McKay,” ‘suspended him. ‘What did I tell you?" sneered the Tout, ‘maliclously; the under dog gets the worst of it every time.” . . . A Celt 1s an outspoken man when the prod of his hot temper has loosened his tongue, and Mike Gaynor was a Celt in ex- he answered; The injustice that had come to his bene- tactor, John Porter, had stirred a tempest in bis Irish soul. A flerce exclamation of profane wrath had gone up from him as he watched the bad start from over the pad- dock rail, A misgulded retribution led Starter Car- son to pass from the judge's stand, after the race, along the narrow passage between the club stand and the course, to the pad- dock gate. There he met Mike, who forth- with set to flatling him. “Did ye notice a little mare called Lu- eretia In that race, Mr. Carson—did yez see anythin' av her at all down at the posi Carson’s eyes twinkled uneasily. Years | of starting had taught'him that self-control | was nine out of ten rules which should govern the starter's actions. ‘Was there anythin' th' mather wit' yer that ye come by, Mister The starter made answer with a smile of good-bumored tolerance. But Mike was only warming up; the hot blood was sting- ing his quick brain and his sharp tongue galloped on with unbridled irresponsibility. With the deep pathos of scorn he continued: “Ye're Carson, the starter—Mister Carson! §'help me, Bob! ye couldn't sthart a sthreet car down hill wit' bot' brakes off Carson ceased to smile; the smile had passed to other faces, the owners of which were listening with flendish delight to the castigation. Some one touched Mike on the arm, say- ing: “Come over into the paddock, Gaynor; you're barkin' up the wrong tree.” It was Dixon. “Bot' t'umbs up! This game's too tough ter me—I'll ship me plugs to Gravesend. Whin a straight man llke Porter gats & deal av this kind—" “Never mind, Mike," interrupted Dixon; “let 1t drop.” Carson opened his lips to retort; then closed them tight, set his square jaw firm, turned on his heel and walked away. “What d' yes think av it, b'ye?”’ appealed Mike to the others. “You're wrong, Gaynor,” declared a thin, tall, hawk-faced man, who was in bis shirt- ‘my boy was in that run and It t Carson's fault at all. It's dope, Mike Lausanne was fair crazy with it at the post, and McKay was dead to the world If You Want the Best In looking at offices in diffe: t bulldings, the greatest praise the owner or 0t can give an office is to say that it Is “as good as an office in The Pae It may be in some respects, but it can not be in every respect. The Bee Bwiding is one of the only two absolutely fireproof office bullding The Bee Bullding is the only buillding having all night and all day Suaday furnishes electric light and water ast slass 55t sleas, not sem without ad- but not sem he b Keep these points in mind when looking for an office, and you will take one of those listed below, if you are wise. List of vacant rooms in The Bee Ground 43 teet, Faces Seventeenth his is a large, light room, light, water ana janitor service. Building Court and ROOM H: 18x alley, T First SUITE 101: There is no finer office suite In O 1 I reat marble stairway, large windows looking upon the front entrance way of the bull One room is 17x19 and the other 8x1. ust on the right hand of ihe fronts on Farnam street. burglar-proof vault, mai frescoed to suit tenant ROOM 104: This room is just at It would be a_ very desirabl tractor. The foor spac 16x18 Third le mantel: It has an Seventeenth street . e office fol feet Building Floor. Rental Per Month. street and has windows along the d the rental price includ: heat, entrance both on The Bee Price $65.00 Floor. aha than this one. and hi t 1s located unusuall; ding t 1 Ras a will be Price $75.00 t floor. tate man or_con- veuse.Price $20.08 lece, hardwood floors, and m; r some real Floor. ROOM 308: This room s Zlxs feet and Is very convenlently located mnear the elevator. vator . A sign on the door can ROOM 338: This room 1s 17x32 feet and will be divided PpIng off the ele- .Price $15.00 tenant, ' e readily seen in ste) to suit the This room {s particularly adapted for some concern needing large Duor space and gourt and windows lookin large burglar-proof vault, ces in the bullding.. fi is a decidedly handsome office, having an eatrance facing the out upon Seventeenth street. rd wood floors and is one of the cholcest offi- It has a very Price $50.00 Fourth Floor. HOOM 401: has a large burglar-proof vault an id for the price furnishes first-clai 15x13 feet. This room is next to the elevator and fs eourt. is well ventilated. d accommodations Fifth Floor. SUITE 514: This is light and_well ventilates fered in The B employing a I ‘ge num| wholesale jeweler, or manufacturer s 'agent, who Wwoul fireproof bullding,’ or it will be divided to suit the tenant. .... This room faces the court and is 18x14 feet. ROOM 5321: a very large room, 1/x43 feet. It facy It ts very seldom that s to advantage b, floor spa like to be Price $50.00 It has a burglar-proof or requiring lar, co—a in a vault, and as it 18 near the telegraph office and on the same (floor with r number of grain firms, it would firm desiring Sixth e a particular good room first-class accommodation .... Floor. SUITE 610: This consists of two rooms, both 1Si4x1i% Each of them has a large burglar-proof vault, have been where any business or profe the two ... R.C. PETERS & CO., Rental Agents. fonal man may be comfortable. newly ~decorated and are rooms Price for Ground Floor, Bee Building on the lttle mare—the starter couldn't get " added Dixon. *Car- son fined the boy fifty, an’' the stewards et him down." “Is that stranght goods? asked Gaynor, losing confidence in the justice of his wordy asasult. “Yes, you're wrong, Mike," they all as- serted. In five minutes Gaynor had found Carson and apologized with the full warmth of & penitent Irishman. (To Be Continued.) RELIGIO King Lewanika has promised to institute a temperance crusade in Barotseland South Bend (Ind) Methodists want the 1903 session of the Northwest Indfana con- terence. Two Methodist missionaries in Moroni, Utah, are the only gentiles in the place No converts yet. The First Methodist church of Clinton has just given out a contract for the erec- tion ‘of & new §%5,000 church edifice The Catholic university's institute of pedagogy will e opened October 1 next in the hall of 8t. Francis Xavier's college, New York The Presbytertan church its general assembly Prof. Henry of Magee coll made moderator. The oldest Catholic bishop In the British | Vaughan of Plymouth, pire is Bisho Eng the cardin Engiand, uncle o in his 9th year Rev, Dr, Alvin W. Bartlett, former pas- tor of the New York Avenue Presbyterian church of Washington, has returned from & four months' tour in Europe. The has & grievance against Methodiats in Rome." He thinks they have no business there and that they are en: tirely too aggressive in their relfgious and educational work. First_church, Colorado Springs, wus dedi- cated July 6 by Bishop Warren' The cost of the church was #0000 and the §34.00 He 1s now the | needed to clear the edifice of debt was raised at once. The czarina, at the request of Bishop Wilkinson of ‘north and central Europe, has consented to lay the foundation. stone iof the proposed new English church at Frankfort-on-Main. Rev. Dr. John N. Kerr, professor of Greek and New ' Testament literature in San Francisco Theological seminary, and pas- tor of Trinity Presbyterian church thers, is to become the secretary of the American Tract soclety At London a number of native troops trom_Indla attended mass at the chapel of They were descendants of to the faith by Bt. Franels sgo. | Thelr uppearance xelted much curfosity, 1og Mike, contemptuously, “you'll never be a success in dis business. Dere'es no use tryin’. You' to de perfession."” “What's de " asked Plodding Pete. “You haven't any tact; dat's what's de matter. 1 heard de sympathy talk you was Jes' glvin' de kind-hearted lookin' gent." “l told him dat I had foun' dis a cold world.” “Dat's de little plece of talk dat fixed your busin A cold world, an' him ecar- ryin' & fan an’ wipin’' his brow «nd tryin' to forgit dat August Is yet to come!" 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