The Hennessey Clipper (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 27, No. 8, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 27, 1916 Page: 3 of 12
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THE CLIPPER. HENNESSEY. OKLAHOMA
AUTHOR OF "THE FIGHTER." "CALEB CON-
OVER." "SYRIA FROM THE SADDLE" ETC.
NOVELIZED FROM PATHE PHOTO PLAY OF
THE SAME NAME BY WILL M. RITCHEY.
Of course. It was a dream—a vision
bred of terror, of suspense, of long-
continued nerve strain At least so
June always tried, in later days, to
make herself believe.
But she had not been aware of fall-
ing asleep. She was sitting there In
the squalid little living room of the
flat; brooding miserably over the fu-
ture; and, seemingly, wide awake.
Yet, unconsciously, as she sat there,
Bhe may have dozed.
For, as clearly as ever in her life
she had beheld anything, she saw.
"Circle Jim" Borden come into the
^.Yes, "Circle Jim" Borden, whose
portal body had been lying in the pot-
ters' field this many a day.
"June," breathed thj wraith's voice,
"1 am your father—your father, who
died. There is no death, save to the
body. And I have come back to you.
1 have come back, because I cannot
rest. You alone can give me rest, my
He paused. And still that strange
paralysis held June spellbound.
"I sought to wipe out forever the
Red Circle curse. I sought it by end-
ing the lives of those who bore that
curse. But I failed You escaped me."
The voice was tinged with a tender
longing as again the wraith spoke:
"June—my little girl, whom I never
knew, in life—you must help me. You,
and you alone, can aid me now. I
cannot rest until the circle is forever
"1 was brought up to crime—to reck
lessness—to the companionship of out-
casts," went on Borden. "There were
but two clean influences in all my life
—my mother and the wife 1 adored
My mother died before I could under-
stand how much it would have treant
to her if I had learned to live the life
she wished me to My wife could have
saved me, through love. But she died.
She died when you were born And
after that nothing mattered to me. 1
went on and on, to the end."
A spasm of pain marred his nigged
, "With you It was different From
kgt> hood, you were surrounded by
every influence for good. Every pow
er of environment warred valiantly
against the hereditary curse. And that
saved you from committing sordid
crimes, when at last the curse over-
took you. You sinned But always
you sinned that others might be happy.
"You can conquer the curse by will-
power," urged Borden. "You can de-
stroy the evil that is in you You can
save yourself and me. You can do
this. It will be a fearful conflict, but
if you exert all your will power, you
can win. Will you do this, Juno? An-
June longed to cry out to him that
she would make the fight; that she
would strive with all her might to
stamp out the curse of the Red Circle
But she could not speak.
"You will not speak? You will not
help me? You will not help yourself?"
stormed the wraith.
"My plea cannot move you?" he
rumbled. "Then there is only one
way to end it. Even as I hoped, once
before, to destroy the Red Circle and
its curse. Then, I killed myself and
the lad I thought was my Bon. if 1
had known you were my daughter, you
should have died, too; even as now,
you shall die!"
The gnarled hands clutched at June's
full, white throat in murderous fury.
But the spectral hands—bodiless,
shadowy—were harmless against her
.warm, living flesh.
Slowly the impotently murderous
hands withdrew their grip.
"My—my spirit hands have no pow-
er against your human body!" he
snarled. "1 am helpless, it is my pun-
He bowed his head in his arms; his
phantom body twitching with emotion.
Then, turning abruptly, without so
much as a backward look at the
trance-held girl, he melted through the
closed door and was gone.
For a moment June remained as he
had left her. Then she shuddered froln
head to heel. Her great dark eyes
gradually opened. They were horror-
filled and wild.
Dazedly June got to her feet, glar-
ing about the room in abject fright
She moved uncertainly, a step or two.
Then her tense nerves giving away,
she shrieked aloud and reeled to the
llovr in a dead taint.
Mary and i-amar, at sound of her
cry, rushed headlong Into the room.
Where It Was Needed.
My young nephew and a neighbor's
boy were discussing what they wanted
to be when they grew up to be men.
My nephew, who has a dog that snaps
jat the children, said: "I want to be a
lion tamer." The neighbor's boy in a
disgusted tone of voice said: "Better
start on your dog first."—Chicago Trib-
(COfYIUCMI. itIS. •* ALMRT rAYMJN I IRMUNtv
They flew to her aid, applying such re-
storatives as were within reach. Pres-
ently, the swooning girl came to her-
self. Looking up, she encountered the
nurse s loving, frightened old face.
"Oh, Mary!" she gasped, trembling
all over, "I've had such an awful
dream! Such a horrible dream. Mary!
If—if it was a drsam! If it was a
• • • • • • •
Charles Oordon, In the lounging
room of his club, read and reread the
flaring headlines that told of June
Travis' arrest on the Red Circle
The lawyer was muttering to him-
"Guilty or not—she saved me from
prison. No girl with eyes like hers
is a criminal If—If it wasn't 'or
this damnable embezzlement charge
against me, I'd defend her. If only
1 could get Farwell to admit I'm inno-
cent, I could practice a^aln. And I be-
lieve 1 could clear her. But Farwell
He glanced up quickly. A man had
hurried into the room and was speak-
ing excitedly to a litle knot of idlers
who sat near the door
"Well!" Gordon heard the newcom-
e. saying, "I think Silas Farwell has
about paid his debt to those employees
of his that he's been swindling."
"What's up?" asked Gordon, Joining
"I heard this morning that a crowd
of them tried to storm his office again,
to make him settle. He had a lot of
roughneck guards, who scattered them.
But just now, as he was coming here
from his factory, for lunch, a lot of
the strikers mobbed his auto."
The speaker was Interrupted by the
entrance of Farwell himself—hatless.
"1—I got clear from them!" hoarse-
ly panted the fugitive, as he dashed
into the room and slammed the door
He was shaking with fear.
Then Gordon, recognizing the value
of the psychological moment, leaped
forward and seized Farwell by the torn
"Silas Farwell!" thundered Gordon,
his face close to the frightened man's.
"Confess that the embezzlement
charge you made against me was false!
Confess it was a conspiracy—that you
The onlookers remained outwardly
"Confess!" ordered Gordon again.
Farwell, gasping, panting, in utter
confusion of mind and body, blinked
stupidly into the sternly compelling
eyes of his foe.
"Confess!" shouted Gordon.
"Here! What's all this?" demanded
someone, in the same breath.
Under the blaze of Gordon's hyp-
notic look, Farwell's nerves went
wholly to pieces.
"1—1—" he sputtered.
"Tell the truth!" demanded Gordon,
"or I'll drag you by main force out of
this club and throw you to the mob
of men outside there! The men you've
robbed, and who will kill you if
•'—I—confess I 'framed' you," bab-
bled the terrified Farwell. "I—I—the
charge 1 made against you was
—was false. I—oh, for God's Bake.
Gordon!" he howled In abject terror,
"don't let those devils out there get
hold of roe. They'll—"
"One thing more!" broke in Gordon,
curtly; his face alight at his victory
and at the complete mastery which,
for the moment, he was exerting over
the panic-stricken man. "One thing
more: Will you retract your robbery
charge against Miss Travis, and vindi-
cate her? Will you—?"
"Hold on, there!" broke In Chief
Allen's peremptory voice. "You're go-
ing a step too far, Mr. Gordon. I
didn't butt in, while you made him
clear your own name. And I'm mighty
glad you were able to. But I can't
have you interfering with the Red
Circle case. That's a matter for the
police. Let it alone! And let Mr.
Farwell go "
Next morning, as soon as he could
find out where she was living, Gordon
went to June's apartment and offered
his services as her counsel in the ap-
proaching trial Gratefully, June ac-
cepted the offer, being familiar with
the reports of his legal skill.
He cut short her thanks by saying:
"And now, If you don't mind. Miss
Travis, we'll go over the case, to
gether; step by step If Farwell Is
the only complainant against you, I've
a notion 1 can shut him up by threats
of a perjury charge.
But there were other complainant*.
Plenty of chem, as Max Lamar and
ergnrten teacher. One shy, scantily
clad little fellow hung back, listening.
When the children seated themselves
around the table he slipped Into the
chair next his teacher. She felt a
tug at her dress and looked down.
"See," he exclaimed, patting his little
gray-clad leg, "you didn't see 'em, but
I got some new overpants."
Chle* A len were at that very moment
dndli g out.
Max had dropped into the chief's
private office for a chat with bis old
friend and to try to enlist bis aid is
"I'd like to see It your way. Max.'
said the chief. "But 1 can't. I'm an
officer of the law The law has been
violated And it's up to me to do all
I can to punish the violator. I'm sor-
ry. You've got eloquence enough to
move anyone but a veteran thief taker
"No. I haven't." denied Lamar, mis
erably "I can't even sw'ay the feel-
ings of one cranky fool of a woman
"What woman?" asked the chief,
"Mrs. Travis." growled Lamar. "She
came to my office this morning She
remembered I was present when Ted
Borden was asphyxiated by old 'Circle
Jim." She knew I'd had some expe
rience with the boy, before that. He
was her son. you know. Though of
course she never guessed it and never
. even heard of him until Miss Travis
, "Well, what— ?"
, "She came to ask me some ques
I tions about him After the way Mrs
l Travis had behaved to June. I was in
no mood to handle her with gloves
So I told her, frankly, just what a
j rotten sort of a cub the boy was. She
didn't like it, very much."
j "I'm not surprised."
"Then I tried to sorten her heart
toward June. I used all the eloquence
and all the arguments I could muster
j It was no use."
"Max," said the chief, suddenly.
"You're In love with June Travis!"
I "Yes," was Lamar's defiant answer.
"I am And I'm proud of it. I'm go-
ing to save her if I can. And If I
can't, I'm going to wait—a lifetime If
1 have to—till she gets out of prison;
i and then I'm going down on my knees
i to her and beg her to be my wife."
i "Red Circle and all?"
"Red Circle and all. She's the only
| girl on earth for me, chief. I—"
j Allen's secretary came in with a
telegram The chief glanced at It and
passed It over to Lamar. Max read:
"I have a charge to bring
against Red Circle Lady for
theft of war plans.
j "There you are." said Allen "And
j that's just the start of it. You remem-
! tier the case. Drew had plans for a
j superdestructive war Implement He
' inherited them from his father, the
j big inventor. He was Just going to
j sell them to a foreign government
| when a hand snatched them away
from him. It was a woman's hand
J with a Red Circle on It. He didn't
| see anything of the woman, except her
| hand. But it was June Travis. She—"
The office door banged open and a
man stamped in. it was Grant, the
"The papers say you've caught the
| Red Circle woman at last. I'm here
j to make formal charge against her,
[ for locking me In my vault and steal
] ing all those promissory notes from
| my desk."
J Lamar, sick at heart, got to his feet,
j Without a word of farewell, he started
| for the door. Allen looked, quizzical
! ly, after him, for a moment. Then he
summoned his cleverest plainclothes
"Follow Lamar," he ordered In a
whisper. "And then go to the flat
house where June Travis is staying;
I and watch It till 1 send to have yo i
j relieved. I've a notion she's going to
J try io bolt and that Max Lamar's go-
I ing to try to help her do it."
I The plain-clothes man was off, like
| a sleuth hound. He found the double
task unexpectedly easy. For Lamar
| was making for June's apartment as
| fast as he could go.
( The crime specialist vanished Into
i the apartment house doorway without
| once turning around. And the plain-
clothes man lounged Idly against a
tr^e across the street; smugly certain
that he had not been observed.
Now it happened that Max Lamar
was one of the most brilliant detec-
tives in America.
The sixth sense, so common to born
man hunters, had told him, before he
had gone a hundred yards from police
headquarters, that he was followed
He had not turned around to verify
this belief. Partly because there was
| no need to Partly because he did not
want to put his pursuer on guard.
But, the moment he entered the
front door of the apartment house, his
careless demeanor changed Stepping
quickly to one side, so that he was
no longer in view from the street, he
turned and moved along the sldewall
of the hallway, toward the front door,
again, and presently be came to a
window that overlooked the sidewalk
Flattening himself against the wall,
he peeped around the edge of toe win
dow frame, for one brief second, only
' a small portion of his head showing
| That single glimpse told him all he
! wanted to know He saw the plain-
I clothes man loitering with apparent
\ aimlessness on the far side of the
j thoroughfare. Lamar recognized him
| as Warren, one of the most tenacious,
j quick witted members of the force.
Having made this discovery, Max
j Lamar continued on his way to June's
apartment. Mary let him In June
was still consulting with Gordon, who
; had just risen to lake bis leave.
il Had Something New.
jL Several of the little boys were show-
(tug their new overcoats to their kind-
Bible Widely Distributed.
Within a hundred years more thnn a
hundred million copies of the Bible
have been distributed.
Hard to Suit.
The Neodesha Sun found this story
In an Oregon paper. A man went Into
a business house and stated that his
wife had made up her mind to go back
to western Kansas. "Back there," he
explained, "she used to sit around and
sigh for a tubfui of good, soft rain
water in which to wash the clothes
and it became so tiresome I moved to
Oregon. We have been here two
months and now she has all the rain
water she can use and wnnts to move
back to Kansas to get the clothes
dried."—Kansas City Star,
"Mr Gordon has promised to be mv |
counsel," June told bim as the two
men cordially sliook hands "He—"
"Good." approved Lamar. "You
couldn't possibly do better. If legal
prowess could save you But." Oe
added, sadly, "it can't."
"Mr Gordon thinks it can," said
June, wondering at her lovers look
of blank despair "He says siuce Mr.
Farwell 13 the only complainant, he—"
"Farwell Isn't the only complain
ant." corrected l.amar "1 aiu ]ust
from headquarters. While I was I here,
two more complainants came forward
Todd Drew and Grant."
Good Lord!" groaned the lawyer,
sinking into a chair. "That settles It
There's not an atom of hope!"
"There is hope!" contradicted La
mar, trying to smile encouragement at
the wretched girl who was looking In
pitiable question from one man to
the other. "There is hope. But ouly
"What Is It?" asked June, feverish
"Just this." decided Max. "And Gor
don will agree with me. You must
"Run away? But—"
"You face absolutely certain con
vlction. Your only chance Is to for
feit your bail bond and escape some-
where outside the Jurisdiction of the
court. Preferably, to Canada."
"You are right," declared Gordon.
"It's the only chance. Start at once;
"She can't do that," negatived La
mar "There's a plain clothes man—
Sam Warren—across the street, watch
ing the house Before you'd gone a
"But you said there was a chance!"
wailed June, distraught.
"There is As long as Warren s
on the job, the chief won't send any-
one else to spy on you. We can't do
anything by daylight. But as soon as
it's dark, I'm going to get rid of War-
"How?" asked June, her eyes alight.
"If I can help," added Gordon,
"count me in "
"You can help," returned Max, grate-
fully. "You can help a lot. You anti I
will come back here at eight this eve-
ning, Gordon. I'll bring along a rope
and r. sack. We'll walk up behind
Warren as he stands looking at this
house, truss him up, put the sack
over his head, trundle him Into the
alley back there, and tie him up to
one of the telegraph poles."
"Good! Oh good!" laughed June In
"I'm game," said Gordon, briefly
"Meanwhile, Mary," went on Lamar.
"Get Miss Travis' things all packed,
and be ready to st&rt off with her I'll
buy the railroad tickets today. And
I'll have a taxi here to rush you both
to the Union Station, the minute we
get Warren out of the way."
June's depression was gone. Her
eyes sparkled with joyous excitement
Lamar eyed her in wonder. Then his
gaze fell to her right hand The Red
Circle was blazing on it like a fiery
Max's heart went out to the afflicted
girl, in a great rush of tenderness
"Tonight, at eight, then," he said,
curtly. "Come along. Gordon. We've
a lot to arrange."
June's fevered gayety carried her
through the rest of the day, through
the ordeal of hasty packing and other
preparation for her flight.
As eight o'clock struck, the trunks
and suitcases were at last ready. Mary
and June tensely awaited the coming
of Gordon and Lamar.
"I'm going to the front room," said
Mary, "and try to get a glimpse of
them. I do hope they haven't made a
botch of tying up that police fellow
out there—the na3ty spy!"
June left alone, looked around to
see if anything had been forgotten In
the haste of packing. And, as the
scrutiny ended, she chanced to notice
the Red Circle pulsing on her hand.
She gazed at it, in a new horror. And,
as she looked, the wild elation began
to ebb from her brain.
"He said," she murmured, half aloud.
"He said—my—my father said—I
could wipe out the curse, by will pow-
er. He said 1 could conquer—and I
Long she stood there, her eyes flxed
on her handback.
"I can conquer, by will power. And.
God helping me, I shall!"
Presently, the conflict ceased, as
suddenly as It had begun The beauti-
ful face was calm again—deadly pale,
but illumined by a new strength it
had never before known. She looked
at her hand.
The Red Circle bad vanished; never
again to return
Into the apartment burst Lamar and
Gordon, with Mary at their heels
"We got him!" cried Lamar. "We
got him, June! We slipped up on him
from behind, Just as we'd arranged.
He's tied and gagged; and he's
strapped, hand and foot, to a telegraph
pole in the darkest part of the alley.
Are you ready, sweetheart? We've no
time to waste."
"Thank you. Max," she said, gently.
"Thank you, both, from the bottom of
my heart, for all you've done and all
you've risked for m« tonight. But—"
"There's no time for thanks, Miss
Travis," interrupted Gordon "And
we dca't ask for thanks, either of ui.
Ingalls' Theory Wrong.
Some years ago Senator John James
Ingalls of Kansas wrote a poem called
"Opportunity." His theory was that
Opportunity knocked at your door but
once. His poem was one of the most
beautiful In the English language, but
Ills theory was all wrong. The per-
sons who have the microbes of ambi-
tion and Industry do not wait for Op-
portunity to knock at the door, but
have the door wide open and are out
on the sidewalk or In the street hunt-
ing for Opportunity, and it la not dim-
Hurry! We must be off, before—"
"I am not going!" said June, very
quietly, yet her face glorified by *
new light from within.
"What?" cried Lamar. "Not golug?
"I am going to stay here." she mads
smiling answer, "and face my trial!"
Three months later, the most sen
satlonal criminal trial In the history
of the city began—the trial of June
Travis on the Red Circle charges.
Both Lamar and Gordon had moved
heaven and earth In her behalf. But
the ugly fact of her guilt remained un
shaken Max had besought her to
marry him before the trial and to face
the ordeal as his wife But very gen
tly she had put aside the offer
"If ever I come to you. dear," she
had said, "It must be with clean hands
and without stain upon my heart Not
till I cau bj certain the Rod Circle has
gone forever will 1 marry you," she
hhd answered. "When I am sure of
that—perfectly, perfectly sure of it—
then I shall come to you."
Gordon, from the very opening of
the trial, struggled with every atom
of brain and body to bolster up a hope-
less case. He warred against over-
whelming odds and never yielded a
single step without. fierce opposition.
Yet the trial's result was a fore-
On the very last day of the trial.
Mrs. Travis created a painful scene by
rushing Into court and throwing her
arms around June", weeplngly declar-
ing herself a wicked old woman for
having turned her back on the girl,
and vowing that never again would
she forsake her.
Mrs. Travis (her family pride and
resentment swept away by a sudden
impulse of love toward the stricken
girl she had abandoned) held June
close pressed to her heart and cried
out sobbiugly to the Judge:
"She is mine! She is my own little
girl! And you shan't send her to
The Jury was out less than half an
hour and returned grimly to the box
with the unanimous verdict of
June did not flinch as she heard the
word; the most terrible word in all
our language. The same strange light
that had come Into her face on the
night when sbe had refused to es-
cape, still glowed there. Calm, un-
afraid, she listened to the verdict.
With the same calmness, she rose
and stood facing the judge, to receive
The judge was an old man. He had
known June from babyhood lie had
been a close friend of Mrs. Travis'
husband, in the early days; and was
still a constant visitor at the Travis
homo June pitied him for the grim
task that was now his.
"Prisoner at the bar," said the
judge, his deep voice untlnged by any
emotion. "A jury of your peers bas
found you guilty on every count of
the various indictments against you.
it is a just verdict. In view of the
evidence, It was the only verdict the
jury could honestly have agreed upon
"My own duty is equally clear," he
went on. The law, through its admin-
istrators, must protect the public. By
virtue of my office, it Is my preroga-
tive to decide to what extent you are
a menace to the public; and to act ac-
cordingly. While there can be no
reasonable douht that you committed
the crimes wherewith you were
charged, yet it has also been estab-
lished—to the court's satisfaction, at
least—that those crimes were com-
mitted under the Btress of a certain
psychic Influence The court Is also
convinced that that evil Influence no
longer exists. It is the court's belief
that the influence will not return, and
that you will thus be no longer a men-
ace to society.
"Therefore, I hereby release you, on
parole—in the custody of Mrs. Travis.
The remainder of his speech was
drowned in a tumult of applause that
the court made no imperative effort
A year dragged by. A long, bitter
year to Max Lamar, who had found
himself unable to shake June's re-
solve, and who, to keep his promise,
had forced himself to remain at a dis-
tance from her.
One early spring day he sat in his
private office, listlessly going over
some papers In a case he was prepar-
ing. The warmth and beauty of the
day called to him, through the open
window. But he gave it no heed and
worked on, with a heavy heart.
The office door opened, slowly, as if
pushed by timid fingers. Max did not
turn his head.
Suddenly, two soft hands were
pressed across his eyes; and his head
was gently drawn back against a wom-
an's breast. With an unbelieving cry
of utter joy he sprang to his feet.
The next Instant. June Travis was
in bis arms.
"Max!" she faltered, when at last
he let her speak. "I've—I've come—
as I promised—to tell you the Red
Circle is gone and that It will never
come back. And—and to ask you If
you'd—If you'd care to replace It—
with another circle? A gold one, this
time, dear—with—with a diamond in
cult to find It. Do not wait for Oppor-
tunity to knock if you wish for suc-
BOOM KILLS SIX
ALMOST FIFTY WERE INJURED,
SOME FATALLY, IN SAN
WARNINGS HAD BEEN SENT
Police Believe Placing of Bomb Work
of Parties Insane Over Prepared-
ness Agitation—Police Make
Arrest of Suspect,
San Francisco, July 24—At least
four persons were killed and 44 or
more injured by the explosion hera
Saturday of a timed bomb In ithe
midst of a throng viewing a prepar-
I The police arrested Frank Joseph.
| son, a lodger in a sailors' boarding
I house, who cried, "1 didn't do it, I
didn't do it," and trembled violently
when he was being searched at the
station house. The police said he had
not been accused of anything.
Chas. M. Fickert, dlstlrct attorney.
Issued a (statement attributing Ithe
deed to a mind unbalanced by argu-
ments for and against preparedness,
which have occupied attention here.
All newspaper offices In San Fran-
cisco received a communication writ-
ten in Roman scrip with an indelible
pencil, many words 'being under-
scored. The communication was
signed: "The determined exiles from
militaristic government, Italy, Ger-
many, United States, Italy, Russia,
Russia." The communication read:
Editor. Our protests have been
in vain in regards to this prepared-
ness propaganda, so we are go-
ing to use a little direct action on
the twenty-second, which will echo
around the earth and show that
'Frisco really knows how and that
militarism cannot be forced on us
and our children without violent pro-
test. Things are going to happen to
show that we will go to any extreme,
the same as the controlling class, to
preserve what little Jdemocracy wo
still have. Don't take this as a joke,
or you will be rudely awakened.
''Kindly ask the Chamber of Com-
merce to march in a solid body if
they want to prove they aro no cow-
ards. A copy has been sent to all the
papers. Our duty has been done so
CAN'T STOP RUSSIAN ADVANCE
Petrograd, July 23—Via ILondon,
July 24—Fierce engagements have
taken place south of Riga, and Rus-
sian troops have penetrated the Ger-
man first line at several points, says
the official statement. In the Cau-
cusus the forces of Grand Duke Nich-
olas have occupied Ardaha, about 13
miles northwest of Gumuskhanch, ou
the Chit river.
London, July 24—With the lessening
of the intense activity which has
marked the operations iin northern
France since July 1, the center of
interest has shifted at least momen-
tarily to the Russian front.
| General Sakharoff's forces continue
| their advance against the Austro-Uer-
| mans, driving them toward the north-
ern border of Galiicia. Following
their retirement from the salient
formed by the Lipa and Styr rivers
to the heights near Berestechk, tt
was expetced the Germans and Aus-
trians would make a determined
stand against the Russian advance.
The offiical report from Petrograd,
however, indicates that the Austro-
Germans have failed to check General
The Russians are now west of Ber-
estechk and the fighting still contin-
ues. The catpured Austro-Germans
Thursday and Friday are said to
Further successes are attending tha
attempts of the Russians to enter the
Hungarian plains from Bukowina.
Minor defeats for the Austrians south
of Delatyn are reported from Petro-
grad. General Sakharoff has estab-
lished his forces firmly on the right
bank of the Lipa, up to about twenty
kilometers (about 13 miles) above its
confluence with the Styr.
Kansas Murderess Is Placed in Jail.
Wellington, Kan, July 24.—Mrs.
Effie Edith Beverly, who shot and
killed her two small children at Milan,
near here, last Monday night, today
was placed in the county jail in de-
fault of a bond of $6,000.
His Weak Spot.
You can't always tell. Tempt a good
mun to turn from the course of righte-
ousness, and he Is as stanch as Gibral-
tar ; offer him some victuals that he
likds, even If he knows they are not
good for him and he will eat and
bump his head against the gates of
eternity without a whimper.—Houston
Death Claims Hoosier Poet.
Indianapolis, July 24—James Whit-
comb Riley died Saturday night at
10:50 o'clock, due to a paraletio
Expect to Kill or Capture Villa.
Chihuahua City, July 24—Details of
an all day engagement on the Chi-
huahua-Durango border, between the
command personally directed by Villa
and Carranza troops, were received,
here today. General Jacinto Trevino,
commanding the army of the north-
east, announced that the dispatches
showed that the Vllllsta power in
Mexico had bee:* effectually broken
and that tt is only a matter of a few
days until Villa himself is captured or
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