Anne upon her tired horse looked
with wonder at this earnest, quiet
crowd and thrilled with a new sense of
the dignity of the assemblage within
those brick walls. The heat was sim-
mering, and she bad thrown open the
thin cloak she wore, showing a flash of
crimson waist with a sheen of metal
buttons.
Mordecai Floyd, locking on near by,
gazed on her with pursed lips.
“Small wonder,” he said grimly, “that
unrighteousness doth overwhelm the
children of the world and move them
to wrath when we see all about us the
testimony of undenial. Lust of the eye,
Friend Joseph; lust of the eye!”
Joseph Galloway, standing by him,
looked at the girl, so straight and young
and bright hued; then his crafty look
returned. “Consider the lilies of the
field,” he quoted with unction as he
took snuff.
“I doubt not,” pursued the Quaker,
wagging his pow, *“’twas designed to
cast a slur upon the vanity of apparel
since ’tis a thing of so little estimation
in the sight of God that he bestows it
in the highest degree upon the meanest
of his creatures. 'Tis to be presumed
that, were it a thing of worth in itself,
instead of bestowing colors, gildings
and broideries upon tulips, he had be-
stowed them upon creatures of higher
dignity. To mankind he hath given
but sparingly of gaudy features, a great
part of them being black, a great part
of them being tawny and a great part
being of other wan and dusky complex-
ions, showing that ’tis not the outward
adornment that he wishes, but the ap-
pearing in supplication for the orna-
menting of the Spirit.”
“Even Solomon in all his glory was
not arrayed like one of these!” intoned
his companion smoothly. “But I must
be going, Mordecai. I have an errand
at the tavern.” :
“Hast thou heard aught more of the
message to the congress from France?”
the Quaker inquired in a low voice as
he clasped the other’s fervid palm.
Galloway put his lips closer to the
other's ear, and a glutinous chuckle
shook his jowl.
“Mordecai,” he said, “I dreamed last
night that France had an ax to grind.
Wouldn't it be curious if the message
didn’t tickle the congress so much
after all? Ho, ho!”
Anne’s first inquiry provoked a smile
from the bystanders. Dr. Franklin?
‘Ves, he was doubtless in the hall, but
to see him! Quite impossible! And a
lady too. At a recess she might suc-
ceed, but not now. Who could tell but
he was on the floor at that moment?
So she rode on. At High street she
inquired for an inn, as she had been in
the saddle since dawn and the horses
were jaded. Learning that the prin-
cipal ones were all full owing to the
presence of the delegates. she found
her way to one of the more humble
hostelries on another street. It was the
Red Lion tavern.
The place seemed well nigh deserted.
Had she known the significance of this
day’s sitting of the congress she would
have understood. As it was, finding
no host in evidence, she went into the
parlor and sat down to await his ap-
pearance, 3
And, sitting so, from the hall and
coming nearer she heard the well re-
membered voice of Jarrat.
A panic seized her. The packet—it
was in the lining of her cloak at that
moment. He must not see her! She
looked wildly about her, but there was
no door of escape. In desperation she
ran to the deep set window. It was
shut, but there were shalloon curtains
across the alcove, and she shrank be-
hind them as the door flew open.
Jarrat came in noisily. One of the
inn servants was at his heels.
“I would speak with menseigneur,”
he said. “Request him to be so good as
to honor me here.” He stood smiling
redly as the servant went, and Anne
watched him from between the cur-
tains with fascinated gaze.
“At last!” he muttered. “The final
stroke, and still all goes well. If Ar-
mand succeeds for us, then advance-
ment and favor for me. The king must
reward me, for the plan was mine
alone.”
“Armand!” Anne’s heart had given a
great leap. Jarrat knew where he was,
what he did.
What meant those strange words?
Again a step in the hall, again the:
door opened, a scraping servant said,
‘“Monseigneur,” and again Anne's heart
leaped, for the man who stood on the
threshold clad in a full costume of pur-
ple velvet was Armand. Armand, but
sparer of feature, with shadows be-
neath the eyes. Yet they looked out
with all their old nobility and with a
strange fire. She knew now where she
had seen that fire—it was in Henry's
face—the fire of steadfast purpose that
knows no quenching. ge
Armand! Escaped from Dunmore’s
clutches, safe and in Philadelphia! She
‘wanted to rush out to him, to cry to
him that she bad done the best she
could, had come to fulfill her promise
at last. But what did he with Jarrat?
“Sol”. the latter said. “As bravely
trimmed as ever. ’Tis the dress of a
prince.”
. “My good Pliarne has the best of
taste.” On Armand’s. face was a
strange smile.
“You have cozened him beautifully.
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I doubt not he expects reimbursement
from his king.”
“My king,” corrected Armand softly.
“Keep it up,” laughed Jarrat. “’Tis
never forgetting makes a play
actor. Faith, it minds me of the old
Virginia days. Then you posed as only
a marquis. We rise in the world. Yes-
terday in a prison cell at Halifax, to-
day this little plan, release, and, presto,
behold Louis’ secret envoy. Well, you
are near to the purchase of your par-
don. The time is almost here. A half
hour more and you will enter the state-
house. You lack not assurance. Here is
the letter you will deliver to the con-
gress.”
Armand took the paper he handed
him and put it in his breast.
“’Tis signed with De Vergennes’
name, of course,” went on Jarrat, “and
tis a clever enough forgery to trick
even Poor Richard for the time being.
Aid in return for territorial compensa-
tion—now if ’twere only Louis XV!
'Twould be like the old skinflint. Me-
thinks twill be a wet blanket to allay
this fever for a Declaration. 'Twill
suffice to tide over till these patriot
addle pates come to their senses.”
Anne’s mind was in a clamor, a hide-
ous, unmeaning clamor of surprises,
from which a single fact stood out with
the clearness of a black silhouette etch-
ed on white paper — Armand, not es-
caped, but released—released—going be-
fore the congress with a lying message,
a message of discouragement — going
now, this very hour, and the plot was
Jarrat’s.
It was for a single heart beat as if
the sun were darkened, as if all joy were
blotted from the universe. Then, peer-
ing out, she saw his eyes, and the bit-
ter scene at Gladden Hall rose to her
like a vision. She saw him dragged
away, and with the vision she felt—
strong, triumphant—the terrible, joyful
rebellion of her own belief in him that
would not doubt.
“I could not have devised it better
myself.” Jarrat was speaking again.
“There is not a soul in congress who
could recognize you as the Louis Ar
mand seized at Williamsburg. Luckily,
Henry is in the Virginia convention,
The devil holds cards with us”
“And this,” said Armand, as if to
himself, “has been the devil’s deal.”
“Aye! But ’tis time for us to start.
Pliarne will be there by now.” He con-
sulted his watch. “Ten minutes to
ride thither. I have horses at the door.
I shall go with you as one of your suit.
Luckily, I shall not be known. I must
not miss the delight of recounting this
interesting event in detail in Virginia.
Can you guess,” with a malign smile,
“to whom in especial, monseigneur?”
A red flush leaped into Armand’s
cheek, and his teeth clinched convul-
sively. It was as if a great wave of
passion lashed the man and left him
tense and white. His tone, however, re-
mained as low as ever,
“You hound!” he said. “You prowl-
ing wolf of the dark, who know ng
truth, no trust, no faith; who, being
vile, think all else vile the same! Thank
God that to that one—to her—my honor
was always unstained! She believe
you? No! Never! I go alone to the
congress! You go no farther with me!”
A facial contortion drew Jarrat’s lips
from his teeth. He stood in a leaning
posture, his knuckles flat upon the ta-
ble between them, a thriving suspicion
in his look. A fit of shuddering seized
Anne as she saw this look change swift-
ly to conviction—certainty in which
rage and shame and hate were black.
“I go no farther?” he repeated. “What
say you? Oh, fool, fool that I was to
trust you! You have tricked me! You
never intended to do it! You will not
go—aye, you would go, but wherefore?’
His voice had sunk to a metallic dull-
ness, and he eyed the other, breathing
hard.
Now his tone leaped again: “I know!
The French king had his own mind!
He sent your master a message to con-
vey, a message of comfort. Ah, your
face says, ‘Aye!’ ’Twas in the packet
you gave to Mistress Tillotson at Glad-
den Hall! Curse that bondwoman!
You have got it! Now that you are
false to us, ’tis that message—that mes-
sage that you would give the congress!
And ’twas I brought you from the jail
—I” He
The last words were a sort of horrible
rasping whisper, and as he spoke he
came slowly around the table, his fin-
gers clawing its edge.
“But you shall not! You double trai-
tor! You shall not go! I know you—I
alone! I will prevent it!”
“You shall never leave this room,”
said Armand. !
Crouchéd low, holding the shalloon
edges, Anne saw it all, the breath fro-
zen in her throat —saw both blades
clang out with a single movement, saw
Jarrat hurl himself forward, heard the
steel meet. Mixed joy and horror held
her. fisipa Ci.
She understood. He had cherished
his master’s purpose all along, pursued |
by treachery, meeting cunning with
‘cunning, constrained to deception. It
"was the true message of the French
"king that she clasped at that moment
under her cloak. To carry this he had
won his way from the hands of his en-
mies and fooled Jarrat to his purpose.’
And now without the packet his voice
would give the .message to the congress.
She had brought it just in time.
All this came to her at once in a suc-
false to us.
these pillars was stretched a heavy
_note like the metallic rap of a gavel.
tinct as some brilliant hued insect
‘among gray moths. Beside him, uni-
‘the presumed bearing of his mission.
‘purchases had recently been ‘considered
Anne saw both blades clang out.
cession of pictures vivid as patches of
night landscape seen by violet lightning
and at an instant when horror over-
rolled her joy.
The street, the taproom, were so near.
Would none come to stop them? She
feared to declare herself, for a start, a
tremor of the hand, might mean death
to her lover.
She saw the quick end, powerless to
utter a cry. Armand stiffened sudden-
ly, his left hand fallen low. His blade
passed like a needle in sailcloth through
the other’s body, and Jarrat slipped in
a huddle to the floor and lay still.
Anne tried to scream, but her throat
only gave forth a whisper, Not till
Armand had sheathed his wet sword
and the door had closed upon him did
she find strength to part the curtains.
She looked upon the prostrate man in
a terror. She must summon help and
then take the packet to Armand. She
realized suddenly that Jarrat was not
dead; ‘that his eyes were upon her;
that he was struggling to a sitting
posture.
“You saw—you heard!” he gasped.
“You!”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“You brought him the packet! My
God! To think I never suspected! And
he has gone—gone’’—
“To his honor.”
He stared at her, a slow, ghastly
smile coming to wreathe his lips. “Hon-
or? Say you so? Wait!”
He made an attempt to unbutton his
waistcoat. “The paper in this pocket!”
he groaned. “Take it and read. Quick!
Quick! Nay, call no one! Men bleed
not to death so soon!”
She unfolded the scroll with shaking
fingers and read:
I, Louis Armand, released from durance
in Halifax, under special instruction from
his majesty’s government touching the
Continental congress, do agree that, in
the event that I do not carry out this
mission, as ordered, I hold my life forfeit
and pledge my honor within one month
this hereafter to deliver myself to Lord
Chetwynde, whose custody I now leave.
ARMAND.
She caught her breath. “Do pledge
my honor to deliver myself”’—*“to hold
my life forfeit” He had chosen to
give his life to carry the true message.
His life! How dear that was to her!
He must not do it! Oh, if God would
only help her to think! He must not
do it! She heard Jarrat’s breathing
through it all and felt his eyes, filming,
upon her.
A heavy knocking came at the door,
and Joseph Galloway entered, his stick
in his hand. He made an exclamation
as he saw and threw up his hands.
“Galloway!” said the wounded man,
his breath rattling with a convulsion
as the. other bent over him. “He is
Armand—he is false! He
—did this. He is gone to the congress.
You must stop him!”
“Yes, yes. I will call a leech. Tis
not a mortal thrust, man. I will go to
the hall. But how to do it? Proofs”’—
“She”— gasped Jarrat in a final ef-
fort, pointing to Anne. “She”— and
lapsed into ashen unconsciousness.
T with paduasoy chairs and a
small slim legged table. A high
desk used betimes by the colony’s chief
justice of the supreme court was at one
end, with doors on either side. The oth-
er end of the room opened in narrow
arches between pillars into the wide
paved hall of the statehouse. : Across
CHAPTER XVI.
HE white walled, high ceiled an-
teroom was barely furnished
cloth curtain, through whose folds
sounds from the corridor reached dull
and muffled.
Beyond these curtains on the opposite
side of the hall was a great double
door, and through the heavy oak came
voices in debate and an occasional high
But in the anteroom this became only
a distant hum like that of settling bees.
Armand, clad as for a court levee,
stood one side erect and smiling before
a trio of sober coated figures in duffle
gray. His long, brown, rippling hair,
the rare lace at his throat, the jade hilt
of his dress sword, made him as dis-
formed, his mustachios aggressive as
ever, short, wiry and alert, stood Pli-
arne.
~The sober coated gentlemen, the dele-
gates appointed to meet the secret mes-
senger to the congress, had made their
bows to the great man, all but Dickin-
son, their leader, openly radiant with
'M. Pliarne’s proposals for ammunition
in committee, and the announcement of
the envoy’s arrival, coming from him, a
known agent of France, had carried
a weight added to by the appearance of
the man before them. He had arrived
a little late, a deliberateness that ac-
corded well with the sobriety of his er-
rand.
Now they but waited a pause in the
debate to throw wide the doors that
opened to the floor.
On the other side of those doors rages
what is to be the last agitated hour of
the fight. The document that is to be
the birth certificate of a nation lies up-
on the table. Since early morning the
discussion has been bitter.
The insect hum ceased suddenly.
There was a forward movement of the
group in the anteroom toward the cur-
tains.
“Stop!” echoed an intense voice be-
hind them. “Stop!” Joseph Galloway
stepped into the room from one of the
side entrances and closed the door.
“Praise the Most High,” he ejaculat-
ed, “that I am come in time! Gentle-
men, as you would save the congress
from a most shameful scandal, let not
that man pass from this room!”
There was a murmur of angry amaze-
ment frown the group. Armand’s hand
dropped to his side. His face had whit-
ened, and Pliarne’s mustachios worked
alarmingly.
“Sir,” interposed Dickinson sternly,
“we receive here a legate of France!”
“You receive an impostor, a villain
and a spy!”
Pliarne’s hand went to his sword,
but Dickinson stepped before him,
while the others stood stock still, blank-
ness in their bearing.
“An insult!” cried the former. “And
to the very face of monseigneur! Gen-
tlemen, you have cause enough to know
the politics of this meddler who has
forced his way into this presence.”
“I am an honest man,” retorted Gallo-
way. ‘My errand here should demon-
strate that. And what I say I prove.”
“] know not whether we should lis-
ten, sir,” said Dickinson, his brows. to-
gether. “Heaven forbid that we should
affront such a guest. Yet the words
you have uttered demand, for his ex-
cellency’s satisfaction at least, an ex-
planation. In his name, then, speak,
but quickly and begome.” Dickinson
was a diplomat.
“I shall be brief,” returned Galloway.
“This man, whom you believe a French
nobleman, is Louis Armand, an adven-
turer lately arrested in Virginia, now
in the secret service of the British. The
message he bears is a forgery convey-
ing the offer of aid only on impossible
conditions calculated to discourage hope
and quench the fervor for independ-
ence.” :
A low exclamation that was very like
an abjurgation burst from Dickinson’s
lips, and his eyes flashed first on the
speaker and then upon Armand.
The color was come back to the young
Frenchman’s face.
“In my own country, gentlemen,” he
laughed, “we kave asiles for such poor
miserables. However—my reputation,
how dear it is to me! You will proceed,
1 beg.”
It was admirably done. A quaver of
relief spread abroad.
“The document in the case,” said Gal-
loway and handed Dickinson the writ-
ing executed by Lord Che:wynde at the
Halifax prison; ‘“an agreement duly
signed accepting this traitorous mis-
sion.”
Having delivered it over, he rubbed
his hands together softly.
“An arrant concoction, to be sure!”
railed Pliarne. “What could be easier?
A signature? Of course, of course. But
his—zounds! Such effrontery passes
belief. ‘An adventurer arrested in Vir-
ginia,’ forsooth? Wert ever in Virginia,
you Tory ?”
“No,” answered Galloway coolly.
A heavy reverberating voice. passion
thrilled, boomed through the door be-
yond the curtains, and the sound of
hand clapping followed it in a far, vel-
vet tumult.
“Tis the Declaration!” exclaimed
Pliarne. “The Declaration! ’'Tis be-
fore them for signatures. They will
decide in an hour. And you listen to
this smug poltroon!”
The sweat broke upon Dickinson’s
forehead. Through all these months,
by voice and pen, he had striven to in-
cite the colonies to mutiny. Yet he had
recoiled from Jefferson’s bold resolution
to sever from the crown. Resistance
he had preached, not secession. And yet
—angé yet—
He turned to Armand. “The contents
of your message,” he said — “so much
depends. If”’—
“Sir!” Armand stopped him sharp
ly. “What I bear is for the congress!”
“In God’s name, then, who and what
are you?”
“A messenger of the French king!”
Silence fell. Through it Joseph Gal
loway’s unctuous voice spread softly.
“Gentlemen, I have a conclusive wit
ness. One moment!”
He passed through the side door and
an instant later entered, leading Anne.
. All eyes were turned upon them.
“'Tis Mistress Tillotson!” One of
the committee, who had hitherto kept
silence, was speaking, “A lady of Vir
ginia, gentlemen, whom I do know
loyal and worthy of all credence.”
‘She @4d not dare to look about her.
She stood, white, piteous. The quiet
was unbearable.
The oily voice broke it. “Look upon
this man. Is be or is he not Louis Ar-
mand, lately seized in Virginia for rep-
resenting himself a French nobleman?”
( Continued next week.)
Hannah Elias Arrested.
Hannah Elias, the notorious negress
charged by the aged John R. Platt with
blackmailing bim out of $685,000, was ar-
rested at ber home in New York late Tues-
day night. The arrest was one of the most
senational in police annals of shat city.
The doors of her handsome house, at No.
236 Central ‘Park, West, were hattered
down with ax and crowbar, wielded by
Central office detectives, while a great
crowd filled thestreet and the whole neigh-
borhood was in wild excitement.
The detectives were armed with a war-
rant for the woman's arrest, issued by
Magistrate Ommen.
SHEE
WiLsoN I.
Recently Elected Grand Commander of the Grand Commandery of
FLEMING.
Pennsylvania K. T.
Plea for Birds.
Most Unique Petition Ever Presented to a Legisla-
tive Body.
The most remarkable document on bird
protection was probably the famous peti-
tion by Senator George F. Hoar, presented
to the Massachusetts Legislature and pass-
ed through both Houses like a whirlwind.
It will never grow old, and should be re-
printed in every newspaper in the land in
springtime each and every year. Is fol-
lows:
To the Great and General Court of the
Commonwealth of Massachusests, we the
song birds of Massachusetts and their play-
fellows, make this our humble petition:
We know more about you than you think
we do. We know how good you are. We
have hopped about the roof and looked in
at the windows of the houses you have
built for poor and sick and hungry people
and little lame and deaf and blind children.
We have built our nests in the trees and
sung many a song as we flew about the gar-
dens and parks you have made so beautiful
for your own children, especially your poor
children,
Every year we fly a great way over the
country, keeping all the time where the
sun is bright and warm; and we know that
whenever you do anything, other people
all over the great land between the seas
and great lakes, find it out, and pretty soon
will try to do the same thing. We know ;
we know. We are Americans juss as youn
are. Some of us, like some of youn, came
aoross the great sea, bus most of the birds
like us have lived here a long while; and
birds like us welcomed your fathers who
came here many years ago. Our fathers
and mothers have always done their best
to please your fathers and mothers,
Now we bave a sad story to tell you.
Thoughtless or bad people are trying to de-
stroy us. They kill us because our feath-
ers are beautiful. Even pretty and sweet
girls, who, we should think, would be our
best friends, kill our brothers and children
so that they may wear the plumage on
their hats. Sometimes people kill us from
mere wantoness, Cruel boys destroy our
nests and kill our young ones. People
with gans and snares lie in wait to kill us,
as if the place for a bird were not in the
sky, alive, but in a shop window or under
a glass case. If this goes on much longer,
all the song birds will be gone. Already,
we are told, in some other countries thas
used to be full of birds, they are almost
gone. Even the nightingales are being all
killed in Italy. :
Now we humbly pray that you will stop
all this, and will save us from this sad fate.
You have already made a law that no one
sball kill a harmless song bird or destroy
our nests or our eggs. Will you please
make another, so that no one will kill us to
get them ? We want them ourselves. We
are told that it is as easy for you to do it as
for a blackbird to whistle.
It you do we know how to pay you a
hundred times over. We will teach our
children to keep themselves neat and clean.
We will show them how to live in peace
and love and to agree as we do in our nests.
We will build pretty houses which you will
like to see. We will play about your gar-
dens and flower beds—ourselves like flow-
ers on wings—without any cost to you.
We will destroy the wicked insects and
worms that destroy your cherries, currants,
plums, apples and roses. We will give you
our best songs and make the spring more
beautiful and’the summer sweeter to you.
Every June morning when you go out in-
to the field, Oriole, Blackbird and Bobolink
will fly after you and make the day more
delightful to you; and when you go home
tired at sundown, Vesper Sparrow will tell
you how grateful we are. When you sit on
your porch after dark, Fife Bird, Hermit, |
Thrueh and Wood Thrush will sing to you;
and even Whippoorwill will cheer up a lit-
tle. We know where we aresafe. In a lit-
tle while all the birds will come to live in
Massachusetts again, and everybody who
loves music will like to make a summer
home with you.
Curious Condensations.
Warwickshire, the middle county of
England, is sometimes called “The Heart
of England.” Te
Korea became an Empire on October 15th,
1897, when her King proclaimed himself
Emperor from that date.
In the library of Hinchclere Castle, Lord
Camanron’s residence in Hampshire, Eng-
land, are the table and chairs which Napo-
leon used when he signed his abdication at
Fontainebleau.
The ‘‘President’s March,”’ composed by
Fyles in honor of President Washington in
1788 and to which the words of ‘‘Hail
Columbia’? were set in 1798, was probably
the most popular patriotic air aboun$ 1800.
. Wake Island. in the North Pacific, which
the United States owns, is barely one square
mile in area and has little economic value
except for the guano deposits on its rocky
surface and possibly as a stepping stone of
cable connection between the United States
and ite Asiatio possessions.
The gold dollais which were issued in
connection with the Louisiana Purchase
exposition have been on sale forsome time,
‘and ‘some of the New York banks musé
have them. Price, $3 each. There are two
kinds—one with the bust of McKinley and
the other with the bust of Jefferson.
EE ——————
Mr. and Mrs. Nicholas Drew, of Big
Rapids celebrated their golden wedding
Sunday, five of their ten children, all of
whom live ont of the State, being present.
One feature of the occasion was the presence
at breakfast of the same party of six which
sat down to the wedding breakfast 50 years
ago.
Candidates for admission to the West
Point military Academy, if between 17 and
18 years of age, muss not fall below 5 feet:
3 inches in height and 100 pounds in
weight; if between 18 and 19 years, 5 feet
3} inches in height and 105 pounds in
weight; if over 19, 5 feet 4 inches in height
and 110 pounds in weighs.
One of the favorite maxims of General
Grant, and one certainly in accord with
human nature, was that in every closely
contested battle there comes a time when
both sides are exhausted. When this con-
dition arises, he said, the army that first
breaks the lull and puts itself in motion is
likely to win. A blow then is worth a
dozen previous ones.
Canada pays to the British government
one-half the cost of the maintenance of the
Imperial troops provided for her defence,
while New Zealand is a party to the naval
agreement of 1903, under whioh she pays
her proportion of an annual colonial con-
tribution of $1,000,000 for the naval de-
fense of herself and the Commonwealth of
Australia.
According to the best modern authorities
the so-called amber found in Syria, India
and Madagascar is not amber at all, but a
resin, nearly allied to copal, which is the
product of leaf bearing trees growing at the
present day. True amber is the resin of
acicular trees long since extinct, and there
is a good deal of conflict among scientists
as to which geological period it belongs to.
In 1642 a party of English adventurers
direct from New England attempted to set-
tle at Oyster bay, and actually purchased
the land from the Indians, but the Dutch
drove them out. Eventually a compromise
' was made and the Dutch and English
divided Long Island between them. The
first permanent settlement on the site of
the present village of Oyster bay was then
made in 1653.
It is stated that over 30,000,000 acres of
land in the United States are owned by
members of the English aristocracy and
British land companies and syndicates.
Most of these estates are sitmated in the
southern and western States. A Dutch
corporation is said to own 5,000,000 acres
of land in the West and a German company
2,000,000 acres in several States. Alien
landlords own property in most of the
larger cities of the Union.
Carnival and Home.Coming in Johns-
town.
Enterprising citizens of Johnstown, Pa.,
the famed Flood City, bave perfected ar-
rangements for a grand home-coming of all
former residents of the big steel town, in-
cluding men and women. The Johnstown
Old Boys’ reunion and Summer Carnival
association was organized some time ago,
when Peroy Allen Rose, one of the most
prominent young men in the city, was eleot-
ed president; Harvey G. Barclay,secretary;
Edward H. Bailey,one of the editors of the
Daily Democrat, treasurer. A number of
other business and professional men of
Johnstown compose the directorate.
The purpose of the association is to hold
a reunion of all former Johnstown residents
in that city the week of July 18-23. Sucha
reunion was held last year in Dayton, O.,’
and it proved one of the most memorable
occasions in the history of that place. For-
mer residents of Dayton from every part af
the United States poured into Dayton and
there was a solid week of handshaking of
old time acquaintances. From Chicago
alone came a delegation of nearly 100, ac-
companied by a band. ;
Johnstown proposes to repeat the Dayton
affair, except on a largerscale. ' To the end
that the home-coming old boys and girls
may have amusement, a contract has been
made with the Ferari Bros.’ great London
Carnival company—the Barnum of them
all—to give a street fair and carnival from
Monday, July 18th, until July 23rd. There
are living in Braddock, MoKeesport, Pitts-
burg, Allegheny, Homestead and Wilmer-
dinff, Pa., and Cleveland and Loraine, O.,
several thousand former residents of Johns-
town and all of these will be invited to at-
tend the reunion. That the cities mention-
ed will send large delegations is assured.
Relatives residing in Johnstown have al-
ready sent out invitations and every mail
brings news that former old boys and old
girls will be present at the big reunion.
New York, Philadelphia, Washington, Chi-
cago, St. Louis, Kansas City, Denver, Los
Angeles, Tacoma and other distant cities
will send representatives, letters to that
effect having been received in large num-
bers. A great outpouring from Braddock,
McKeesport, Pittsburg, Allegheny and Lo-
rain is certain. Braddock threatens to
take a band along and made things merry.
All the Johnstown city bands—there are
half a dozen of them—will be in evidence
and the gala week will no doubt eclipse the
notable Johnstown centennial celebration
some few years'ago. '
——Subseribe for the WATCHMAN.