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Ellis Co. Republican.
H. B. Hawkins, Pub.
GAGE,
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OKLA.
Pie and Diamond* H-orever.
The charge that the present acute
depression In the diamond Industry,
both In Its mining and retail phases,
is due to the sudden cessntlon of the
American demand is too well founded,
it may be feared, to be disputed.
America Is the great market for South
African diamonds. Our national appe
tit* for diamonds has hitherto been
something like an anaconda's taste .or
rabbits. Whether this Is an indication
of a high degree of national culture,
associated with great wealth, remarks
the Springfield Republican. It remains
for our European critics to say. It Is
certainly true that the panic in Ameri-
ca caused the bottom to fall directly
out of the diamond market and to
bring about that acute crisis which is
now agitating the diamond trade in
London directors' meetings, Amster-
dam cutters' shops and South African
mines. Viscount St. Aldwyn's hop<ul
remarks to his fellow-shareholders of
the Bank of Africa seem to have been
based entirely upon the assumption
that, with business recovery in the
United 8tates. "the natural appetite
of American women for diamonds”
will again "triumph," and then the dia-
mond market will be as good as ever.
That seems reasonable, no doubt. Pie
for the American man, diamonds for
the American woman! We will have
them or die.
A Fleet Without a Base.
When the "battle fleet'' starts across
the Pacific and reaches the Hawaiian
Islands It ought to find Pearl Harbor
a fortified navy yard for repairs. Not
a ship can be repaired there. At Pago
Pago and Guam there should be forti-
fied coal depots, but these are waht-
ing, after more than ten years’ control
and known need. In the Philippines
there is not a dry dock which can
take in the larger battleships and no
repair shops adequate to the fleet.
Neither the floating dry dock there
nor the repair shops are protected by
fortifications. From the time the
fleet leaves San Francisco until it en-
ters New York, if the battleships are
docked it will be under another flag.
If they are repaired it will be in the
friendly navy yards of other powers.
What would be thought of a railroad,
asks the Philadelphia Press, which
provided no repair shops for its loco-
motives when the time was certain to
come when other repair shops would
be closed to it? Yet this is sure to
come in war to our fleet. It can cross
the Pacific in peace. In war it will
cross the Pacific aware that it can
neither dock nor repair.
SYNOPSIS.
Giles Dudley arrived In San Francisco
to Join his friend and distant relative
Henry Wilton, whom he was to assist
In an Important and mysterious task,
and who accompanied I Halley on the
ferry boat trip Into tlio city. The re-
markable resemblance of the two men
is noted and commented on by passen-
gers on the ferry. They see a man with
snake eyes, which senda a thrill through
Dudley. Wilton postpones an explanation
of the strange errand Dudley la to per-
form, but occurrences cause him to
know It is one of no ordinary meaning.
Wilton leaves Giles In their room, with
Instruction to await his return and shoot
any one who trie* to enter. Outside there
Is heard shouts and curses and the noise
of u quarrel, llenry rushes In and at
his request the roommates quickly ex-
change clothes, and he hurrb-s out again.
Hardly has he gone than Giles Is
startled by a ery of "Help, and he runs
out to find some one being assaulted by
a half dozen men. He summons a police-
man hut they arc unable to find any
trace of a crime. Giles returns to his
room atal hunts for some evidence that
might explain Ills strange mission. He
finds a map which he endeavors to c
cipher. Dudley is summoned to t
morgue and there finds the dead body of
his friend, Henry Wilton. Anil thus w• H*-
on dies without ever explaining to Dud-
ley the puzzling work he was to perform
in San Francisco. In order to discover
the secret mission his friend had entrust-
ed to him. Dudley continues his disguise
and permits himself to be known as
Henry Wilton. Dudley, mistaken for
Wilton, Is employed by Knupp to assist
In a stock brokerage deal.
The guard had melted away into
the darkness without another word,
and we hurried forward with due cau-
tion. Just past the next corner was
a lighted room, and the sound of
voices broke the quiet.
We pushed open the door and walk-
ed in. The room was large and dingy,
the ceiling low. Tables were scattered
about the sanded floor. A bar took up
the side of the room next the en-
trance and a general air of disreputa-
bility filled the place.
About the room, some at the tables,
their glance, beard and sou’wester
dropped away before my fancy, and
I saw in my inner vision the man of
the BCrpent glance who had chilled my
spirit when I had first put foot in the
city. It flashed on me in an instant
that this man was the same man dis-
guised, who has ventured into the
midst of his enemies to see# what he
might learn of their plana.
As I watched Dicky advance and
greet the new-comer with apparent in-
quiry, a low, harsh voice behind gave
me a start of surprise.
"This is your wine, I think"—and
a lean, wrinkled arm passed over my
shoulder, and a wrinkled face came
near my own.
I turned quickly. It was Mother
Borton. leering at me with no appar-
ent interest but in her errand.
"What are you doing here?” asked
the crone in a voice still lower.
“You're not the one they take you to
be, but you're none the less in danger.
What are you doing with his looks,
and in this place? Look out for that
man you're with, and the other. Yes,
sir,” her voice rose. “A small bottle
of the white; in a minute, sir."
I understood her as Dicky and the
new-comer came to the table and took
seats opiiosite. I commanded my face
some at the bar, were numbers of ________
stout, rough-looking men, with a few to give no sign of suspicion, but the
Greek fishermen and two or three
sailors.
Behind the bar sat a women whose
appearance in that place almost start-
led me. She might have been near-
ing seventy, and a hard and evil Mfe
had left its marks on her bent frame
and her gaunt face. Her leathery
cheeks were lined deep, rfnd a hawk-
like nose emphasized the unpleasant
suggestions conveyed by her face and
figure. But the most remarkable fea-
ture about her was ner eyes. There
was no trace of age in them. Bright
warning put me on the alert. I had
come on the supposition that I was to
meet the band to which Henry Wil-
ton belonged. Instead of being among
friends, however, it seemed now that
I was among enemies.
“It’s all right,” said Dicky careless-
ly. "He’s been sent." i
“That’s lucky,” said I with equal
unconcern. “We may need an extra
hand before morning.”
The new-comer could not repress a
triumphant flash in the serpent eyes.
"I’m the one for your job,” he said
scream rose upon the a!r, and a* It
echoed through the room the lights^
went out.
The scream was repeated, nnd after
an lnstant'l silence there rose a
chorus of shouts and'oaths, mingled
with the crash of tables and the clink
of breaking glass and crockery, as
the men in the room fought their way
to the door.
"Oh, my God. I'm cut!” came in a
shriek out of the darkness and clamor;
and there followed the flash of a pistol
and a report that boomed like a can-
non In that confined place.
My eyes had not been idle after
the warning of Mother Borton, and
in an instant I had decided what to do.
1 had figured out what I conceived
to be the plan of the house, and
thought 1 knew a way of escape.
There were two doors at the rear of
the room, facing me. One led, as 1
knew, to the kitchen; the other
opened, I reasoned, on a stair to the
lodging-room above.
Before the scream that accom-
panied the extinction of the lights had
died away, I had made a dive beneath
the table, and. lifting with all my <
might, had sent it crashing over with J
my enemy under it. With one leap 1
cleared the remaining table that lay
between me and the door. And with
the clamor behind me. I turned the
knob and bounded up the stairs, three
steps at a time.
FROM SUNNY ORANGB GROVES.
Twice-Told Experience of a Saa
Bernardino, Calif* Man.
Worn 'Sunny San Bornardlno, In the
mldet of orange grove*, writes Lionel
M. Heath, of 15*
Eighth Street; “For
fifteen years I suf-
fered with paint In
my back, frequent
calls to pass the se-
cretions, dropsy, rheu-
matic aches and other
symptoms of kidney
trouble. I could get
so relief until I used Doan’s Kidney
Pills. They cured me five year* ago.
sad this le twice I have publicly said
1 eo. The cure was thorough.”
Sold by all dealers, 50 cents a hex.
Pestsr-MUburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y.
CONCERNING THE OLD MAN.
. If there is anything on which Ger-
many is reliable authority it is edu-
cation. The fatherland is so devoted
to promoting the intelligence of the
people that illiterates in Germany are
exceedingly rare. There is special
force, therefore, in the announcement
from Berlin that the advisability of
following the example of the United
Btates in the matter of thoroughness
of technical and manual scholastic
training is under consideration. This
was the subject of a lecture by Dr.
Pabst, director of the Lelpslc teachers'
seminary, and the dispatch, noting
that the auditors were enthusiastic,
added: "The lecturer showed moving
pictures of school scenes in the
United States, where, he said, the
technical training of the youth at-
tained such perfection as to be almost
inconceivable.” That is a tribute the
significance of which no one can ques-
tion. When a distinguished German
teacher lauds the superiority of Amer-
ican educational methods the compli-
ment is of the superlative order.
China is making progress, even Jf
slowly in some respects. The govern-
ment recently regained control of a
railroad enterprise for which a conces-
sion had been granted to foreign capi-
talists, and will carry out the under-
taking with home talent and Chinese
cash. This may prove less expeditious
than would be the original plan, but it
shows that at last the Chinese are
waking up to the value of such means
of transportation. And now a petition
has been put in for the government to
construct a line from Peking to a
point where connection will be made
with the Trans-Siberian railway, which
will permit direct passage from the
Chinese capital to Moscow, RusbIo. Or,
asks the Troy (N. Y.) Times, is this
part of a clever Russian scheme to get
scceS8 by rail to a Chinese port with-
out going through Manchuria, where
there has been some unpleasant ex-
perience?
A patient at the New York Pasteur
institute has just died from fear of
rabies, though the disease did not de-
velop. The statistics do not show how
many of those who are supposed to
have died of hydrophobir. have really
died of fright.
The king of Spain has beeh criti-
cised because he docs not look well in
an Andalusian costume. This desira-
ble asset called "popularity” is some-
times a moat delicate and elusive af-
fair.
CHAPTER VI.—Continued.
We’ll have to break down tbe
door, I guess,” said Dicky. "Some-
thing must have happened.’ And a
resounding kick shook the panel.
’Hold on!” 1 cried. "What’s
wanted?”
“Ob,” said Dicky sarcastically.
You’ve come to life again, have
you?”
'Well, I’m not dead yet."
’Then strike a light and let us in.
And take a look at tjiat reminder
you’ll find wrapped around the rock
I heaved through the transom. 1
thought it was open.” And Dicky
went ofT into another series of
chuckles In appreciation of his mis-
take.
All right,” I said. I was not en-
tirely trustful, and after I had lighted
the gas-jet I picked up the stone that
lay among the fragments of glass, and
unwrapped the paper. The sheet bore
only the words:
"At Borton’s, at midnight.
Richmond.”
This was the name of the agent of
the Unknown, who had sent the other
note. Dicky and his companion must
then be protectors instead of enemies.
I hastened to unlock the door, and in
walked my two visitors.
The first was a young man, tall,
well-made, with a shrewd, good-hu-
mored countenance, and a ready, con-
fident air about him. I had no trou-
ble In picking him out as the amused
Dicky. The other was a black-bearded
giant, who followed stolidly In the
wake of the younger man.
"You’ve led me a pretty chase,”
said Dicky. "If it hadn’t been for
Pork Chops here, I shouldn’t have
found you till the cows come home.
1 “Well, what's up now?” 1 asked.
"Why, you ought to know,” said
Dicky with evident surprise. "But
you'd better be hurrying down to
Borton’s. The gang must be there by
now."
1 could only wonder who Borton
might be, and where his place was
and what connection he might have
with the mystery, as Dicky took me
by the arm and hurried me out into
the darkness. The chill night air
served to nerve Instead of depress my
spirits, as the garrulous Dicky uncon-
sciously guided me to the meeting-
place, joyously narrating some amus-
ing adventure of the day, while the
heavy retainer stalked In silence be-
hind.
Down near the foot of Jackson
street, where the smell of bilge-water
and the wash of the sewers grew
stronger, and the maBts of vessels
could just be seen In the darkness
outlined against the sky, Dicky sud-
denly stopped and drew me into a
doorway. Our retainer disappeared at
the same instant, and the street was
apparently deserted. Then out of the
night the shape of a man approached
with silent steps.
"Five—sixteen," croaked Dicky.
The man gave a visible start.
"Sixteen—five,” he croaked in re-
turn. s
“Any signs?" whispered Dicky.
"Six men went upstairs across the
street. Every one of theta did the
sailor-drunk act.”
"Sure they weren't sailorn?"
“Well, when six coves goes up the
same stairs trying the same dodge,
all Inside of ten minutes. I has a right
to my suspicions. And Darby Meeker
ain’t been to sea yet that I knows
on.”
"Darby Meeker!” exclaimed Dicky
in a whisper. And he drew a whistle
under his breath. "What do you think
of that, Wilton? I had no Idea he was
back from that wild-goose chaBe you
sent him on.”
"It looks bad.” I admitted cautious-
ly. "I dare say be isn't in good
temper.”
"You’ll have to settle with him for
that piece of business,' said Dicky
with a chuckle.
I failed to see the amusing side of
the prospect. I wished I knew what
Mr. Meeker looked like.
m
n
and keen as the eyes of a rat. they
gave me an unpleasant thrill as
I felt her gaze fixed upon me
when I entered the door, arm in
arm with Dicky. It was as though
they had pierced me through, and had
laid bare something 1 would have con-
cealed. It was a relief to pass beyond
her into a recessed part of the room
where her gaze might waste itself on
the back of my head.
“Mother Borton’s up late to-night,”
said Dicky thoughtfully, as he ordered
wine.
"You can’t blame her for thinking
that this crowd needs watchlner.” I
suggested with as much of ainneee as
1 could throw Into my ntnnner.
Dicky shook his head for a second,
and then resumed his light-hearted,
bantering way. Yet 1 could see that
he was preplexed and anxious about
something that had come to his at
tention on our arrival.
•'You’ll hot want to attend to busi-
ness till all tbe boys are here?" asked
Dicky.
"Not unless there's something to be
done," 1 responded dryly.
Dicky gave me a quick glance.
“Of course,” he said with a laugh
that was not quite easy, “not unless
there’s something to he done. But 1
thought there was something.”
"You've got a fine mind for thinking,
Dicky." 1 replied. "You'd better culti-
vate It."
"Well, they say there’s nothing like
society for that sort of cultivation,"
said Dicky, with another laugh. "They
don't say what kind, but I've got a
pretty good Btock to choose from.”
He was at his ease in banter again,
but it struck unpleasantly on me that
there was something behind.
"Oh, here's a queer friend," he said
suddenly, looking at the door. "I'd
bettor speak to blm on the matter of
countersigns."
"By all means," 1 said, turning in
my chair to survey the new-comer.
I saw the face for an instant. The
man wore a sou'wester, and he had
drawn his thick, rough coat up as
the collar. Check and chin I could
see were covered by a thick blonde
beurd. His movements were apparent-
ly clumsy, but his figure was lithe aud
sinuous. And his eyes! Once seen
they never could be forgotten. At
hoarsely, his face as Impassive as a
stone wall.
“What do you know about tbe job?”
I asked suspiciously.
"Only what I’ve been told,” he an-
swered.
“And that Is-”
"That It’s a job for silence, secrecy,
and-”
"Spondulicks,” said Dicky with a
laugh, as the other hesitated for the
word.
“Just so,” said the man.
"And what else?” I continued, press-
ing him firmly.
"Well, he admitted hoarsely, “1
learned as how there was to be a
change of place to-night, and I might
be needed.”
1 looked at him inquiringly. Per-
haps I was on the threshold of knowl-
edge of this cursed business from the
mouth of the enemy.
“I heard as how the boy was to be
put in a safer place," he said, wagging
his head with affected gravity.
Some imp put it into my brain to
try him with an unexpected bit of
news.
"Oh,” I said coolly, "that's all at-
tended to. The change was made yes-
terday.”
The tJTecf of this announcement was
extraordinary. The man started with
an oath.
"The hell you say!” he exclaimed
in a low, smooth voice, far different
from the harsh tone he had used thus
far. Then he leaped to his feet, tilth
uncontrollable rage.
"Tricked—by God!” he shouted Im-
pulsively, and smote the table with his
fist.
His outburst threw the room Into
confusion. Men sprang from their
chairs. Glasses and bottleB fell with j
clinking crash. Oaths and shouts1
arose from the crowd.
"Damn you. I'll have it out of you!" j
said the man with suppressed fury,
his voice once again smooth and low.
"Where is the boy?”
He smote the table again; and with j
that stroke the false beard fell from |
his chin and cheek, and exposed the '
malignant face, distorted with rage, j
A feeling of horrible repulsion eame j
over me, and 1 should have struck at
that serpent's head but for a startling
CHAPTER VII.
Mother Borton.
The hoise of the struggle below con-
tinued. Yells and curses rose from
the maddened men. Three shots were
fired In quick succession, and a cry of
“Oh, my Lord!” penetrated through
the closed door with the sound of one
sorely hurt.
I lingered for a little, listening to
the tumult. I was in a strange and
dangerous position. Enemies wqfe be-
hind me. There were friends, too,
but I knew no way to tell one from
the other, and my ignorance had near-
ly brought me to my death. I hesi-
tated to move, but I could not remain
in the open hall; and as the sounds of
disturbance from below subsided. I
felt my way along the wall and moved
cautiously forward.
I had progressed perhaps twenty
steps when a door, against which my
hand pressed, yielded at the touch and
swung slowly open. I strove to stop
it, for the first opening showed'a dim
light withiu. But the panel gave no
hold for my fingers, and my efforts
to close the door only swung it open
the faster. 1 drew back a little into,
the shadow, for 1 hesitated to dash
past the sight of any who might oc-
cupy the room.
“Come in!” called a harsh voice.
I hesitated. Behind, the road led
to the eating-room with its known
dangers. A dash along the hall for
the front door meant the raising of
an alarm, and probably a bullet as a
discourager of burglary. Should 1 es
cape this, I could be certain of a warm
reception from the enemies on watch
outside. Prudence lay In facing the
one rather than risking the many. I
accepted the Invitation and walked
into the room.
"I was expecting you,” said the
harsh voice composedly. "Good even-
ing.”
"Good evening,’,' I returned gravely,
swallowing my amazement as best I
could.
By the table before me sat Mother
Borton, contemplating me as calmly
as though this meeting were the most
commonplace thing In the world,
candle furnished a dim, flickering
light that gave to her hard wicked
countenance a diabolic leer that struck
a chill to my blood.
"Excuse me,” 1 said, "I have lost
my way, I fear.”
"Not at all.” said Mother Borton.
“You are in the right place.”
"I was afraid I had Intruded,’’ 1 sold
apologetically.
'T expected you,” she repeated.
"Shut the door."
I glanced about the room. There
was no sign of another person to tie
seen, and no, other door. I obeyed
her.
"You might as well sit down,” she
said with some petulance. "There’s
nothing up here to hurt you." There
was so much meaning In her tone of
the things that would hurt me on
the floor below that I hastened to
show my confidence In her, and drew
up a chair to the.table.
"At your service," I said, leaning
before her with bb much an appear-
ance of jaunty self-iKissession as I
could muster.
"Who are you, and what are you
doing here?" she asked grimly.
What should 1 Hnswer? Could I
tell her the truth?
VWho are you?” she repeated im-
patiently, gazing on me. "You are
not Wilton. Tell me. Who are you?"
The fnce, hard as it was. seamed
with the record of a rough and evil
life, as It appeared, bad yet a kindly
look as it was turned on me.
<TO HE <’ON'TINI'EL>.)
A man whose boy comes home from
school and wants help on his lesson
realises that a little learning la a dan-
gerous thing.
Laundry work at home would bo
much more satisfactory If the right
Starch were used. In order to get the
desired stiffness, it is usually, neces-
sary to use eo much starch that tbe
beauty and fineness of the fabric la
hidden behind a paste of varying
thickness, which not only destroys the
appearance, but also affects the wear-
ing quality of the goods. This trou-
ble can be entirely overcome by using
Defiance Starch, as it can he applied
much more thinly because of its greet-
er strength than other makes.
No Trouble to Show Good*.
Old Gentleman (to beggar)—What
do you do for a living?
Beggar—I make post boles, air.
Old Gentleman (absent-mindedly)—"
Tee? Well, I never give charity;
bring me along any you have on hand
and I'll buy them from you.
Garfield Tea, the herb medicine, i»
■urea a healthy action of liver, kidney^
etomach and bowels. Take it for consti-
pation and zick-headache. Write Garfield
Tea Co., Brooklyn, N. Y., for free sample*.
During the last year the exports ol
this country have grown greatest !m
the items of cars, carriages and auttr
mobiles.__
Syruptffigs
^Oixir^Seraia
Cleanses the System Effect-
ually; Dispels Colas and Ileatfr
aches due to Constipation;
Acts naturally, acts Truly as
a Laxative.
Best for M^yomenanJCUA
XfSftnameoftki
^CALIFORNIA
Bg Syrup Co.
by «Ca it is manufactured. printed en the
frent of eveiw package..
SOLD STALL LEADING DRUGGISTS.
one size only, regular price 50* yet nettle.
though he would hide his head under occuft-cnce. As he spoke, a wild
,'spanese Railroads.
The rapid growth of Japans rail-
ways during (he last few years Is seen
from lho fact that in 1S75 the num-
ber of passengers carried was 2,751.
426. when hs in 1905, it had been aug-’
mented to 113,675,403. During the
ianm period the volume of freight
traffic hml ulso riBon to considerably
over 21,000,0011 tons, while the total
receipts had risen from 614.459 to
69,033,165 yen.
Wholesale Nobility.
The noble tumllUs of Prussian Po-
land have become »o numerous as ul-
most to swamp the common people
of the province. The priest of tho
village of Kou'-iz replied to a circular
issued liy the government that overy
one of the 40 families la bis congre-
gation was of noble birth.
Over 14M Dtttmat Stria
and Urn, tor two thirds oi •
World’* Bast
PLOWS ^
Why fecsr
o
omenta
Because 66 Yours of
I knowing how has been
hammered into every
, one -of them.
That’s Why
.HARHOWS>
We are the origin*tort of
the best known implements
made, and their excellence
la proven by the tact tbat'they
___in constant use on hundrudnol
thousands of isrms ail over the
agricultural world. Tho |
texture, are patented.
They Met! All Conditions
PLANTERS^
When you payout your
good money lor iarm im-
plements. gBt'thB beat.
Experiments are expensive.
PS0
TO YOUR
DCALCR
Sold by dealorz everywhere,
. and barked by on nsouai-
Hlcd extras tea.
CULTIVATORS
P A O Plows. Harrows,
Planters, Listers, Drills,
Cultivators, Stalk Cutters,
Potato Diggers, Beet Tools,
Carts, Etc., of every kind.
hit Nu. 37 and mention this paper.
Partin ft Orandorff Co.,
CANTON, ILLINOIS.
Largest sad Oldest Permanently Established
Plow Factory on Earth.
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