Bema
EE TS,
THE SOLE SOCIABILITY OF SAN
MICHEL.
‘We might just as well acknowledge that
it’s all wrong,’’ said Mrs. Van Alpine.
You see, San Michel was peculiar. There
are peculiarities to which you point with
pride, and those on which you ponder with
pain. San Michel considered hers pleasing-
ly distinguished.
It was the peculiarity of the Priest and
the Levite, fostered by some surviving
vestiges of the feudal system, and modern-
ized by the English ‘‘week-end” invita
tions.
There were a great many wealthy peo-
ple in San Michel. They had large places
and they entertained lavishly. But every-
body bad their friends out from town.
And the relations between San Michelites
were restricted and conventional.
They called, and occasionally some one
entertaining a house-party would ask
another San Michelite, but rarely more
than one other, to dine and meet these
friends. And Mrs. Van Alpine had made
up her mind that it was not right.
Mrs. Van Alpine was a transplanted Liv-
ingstone, and she felt a yearning for leader-
ship. The only difficulty about being a
leader in San Michel was thas everybody
was a power, and within the limits of their
own estate exercised an absolute suzer-
ainty. Beyond, they were unfettered by
any entangling alliances, and swore alle-
giance to no mere local dignitary.
“I's not the way to live,’” Mrs. Van
Alpine went on, ‘‘and you know it juss as
well as I do.”
She looked at Mrs. Satphen as though
she challenged her to deny the statement.
The Susphens’ place adjoined the Van
Alpines’, and in any other town the two
women would have been good friends; for
they had the same tastes, many of the same
friends in San Francisco, and their children
were of the same age and at the same
school. ol
As it was, Mrs. Sutphen had come $0 pa
a formal call on Mrs. Van Alpine, and she
sat, daintily resplendent in her new spring
calling costume, plump and forty, and
rather amused at Mrs. Van Alpine's vehe-
mence.
“But you can’t make the place over,”
she remonstrated.
“That’s exactly what I am going to do,”
said Mrs. Van Alpine, energetically.
‘‘When Bella Van Alpine came out from
Brooklyn, she said she thought this was
the funniest little place she had ever seen.
She thought the people were perfectly de-
lightful, you know,’ she added, hastily,
for something in Mrs. Sutphen’s manner
suggested that the glacial period might not
be past. ‘‘And she said it was positively
queer to be always having people out from
town when we might be having sucha
jolly little coterie of our own. She often
speaks of ‘that attractive Mrs. Sutphen’ in
her letters,’’ she added.
Mrs. Sutphen relaxed to this compli-
mentary message.
“And we are going to,’ Mrs.Van Alpine
declared, ‘‘and you are going to help me,
oh, so much. Oh yes, you will; for I really
think we ought to, and if anybody could
doit, it would be you.”
Her manner was prettily deferential.
And homage is seductively sweet. Ib
was all the sweeter from its rarity in San
Michel.
“Oh, my dear!’’ said Mrs. Sutphen, but
it was surrender.
“I’m going to give an afternoon affair
and ask just forty, and not an oatsider,and
it’s going to be very informal, and you
must be a dear and help me manage them
all. You have such positive genius in that
way. And we'll play some kind of a game
that they can all play—Five Hundred prob-
ably—and then go out to a regular sup-
per. My big round table seats forty nicely.
And after one easy, informal thing of that
kind, there will be others, and there you
are.”’
+ She leaned back with the exhausted air
of protracted accomplishment.
There was a certain excitement in the
idea of being there which communicated
itself to Mrs. Sutphen.
“It’s a sweet thought, anyway,’ she
said, rising to go, ‘‘and of course I'll do
what I can, though it’s perfectly absurd
your needing avy one’s assistance.’’
Bus as her footman pat the light robe
carefully over her knees, she comwmuned
with herself:
“She was very wise to ask me to help
her if she wants to make it snccessful.
Perhaps it would have been wiser for me
to have given it. But if it shouldn’t bea
success, it will be much easier to wash my
hands of it.’
And Mrs. Van Alpine, left alone in her
great, luxurious living-room, laughed
am y.
‘‘She’s placated,’’ she said, confidently.
‘It’s she only way to make her think any-
thing is good that she hasn’t thought out
herself.’
Her favorite fox-terrier pappy, O’Trig-
ger, scampered into the room to greet her
with a noisily demoastrative affection.
Mrs. Van Alpine caught him up in her
arms and squeezed him bard, in the zest of
her enthusiasm. :
“We may osk other people, and make
them think they are very important,’’ she
said, gayly, ‘‘but we shall have all the
credit of inaugurating the new regime our-
selves.” : hia
And it may be remarked right here that
this was prophecy.
Mrs, Van Alpine’s guests realized
that this was to be a local affair, they woul
probably have stayed at home. It was ri-
diodlously not worth the trouble to go out
just to meet San: Michel. Bat they assum-
ed themselves the one or two invited to
meet some house-party and they came in
all the bravery of their spring attire.
Mrs. Van Alpine stood near the foob of |
the stairs, aud as her guests ascended, she
called to them cheerfully. ‘‘This is a most
informal little affair, and you muss leave | tea
you really:
your hats ‘ep-stairs. Yes,
must.”’ : y
1t would be vain to deny that this pre.
liminary measure was unpopular, It was
barely a week after Easter, and thirty-nine
ladies had looked at themselves in shirty-
nine mirrors a half-hour before, and decid:
ed privately that no one would be more
stylishly bebatted. :
Even Mrs, Sutphen bad not been
aware of this preci
gibression Was one of d roval as she
laid a hat with a Parish 1 upon Mrs.
Van Alpine’s lace bedspread. bs
When is ‘had - been surrounded by the
other thirty-eight, the aggregation oonsti-
tuted thirty-nine, articles about which
there was probably as much difference of
opinion as a certain other Tyiry-nine
Articles. They were, in their way, I fear,
as important to their owners, =
It was a sight to dream of, those dainty
d | other man’s
creations, that melange of chiffon brims,
those gracioas ostrich plu those jaunty
tips and wings, those airy birds that had
apparently fluttered down from the skies
to nest confidingly in the midst of all this
fluffiness, surrounded by flowers that
only lacked Irngranca.atd vines thas clung,
in the genuine vinelike manner, to hrims
wired as fora trellis. =~ ~~ = = ©
There were backward glances as the
guests lefs that room; and several ladies
who had ‘‘done’’ their hair with theex-
pectation of wearing a hat, very plainly
had their opinion of this first expression of
Mrs. Van Alpine’s scheme.
There was a slight acidulation in many
of the greetings which the Reformer re-
ceived, but she assured herself it wasa
stiffness which would wear off.
When they got into the game—
And yet, even then the relaxation was
only partial.
When you are playing with people
“‘whom you, really, hardly know,’’ yom
expect them to play as well as they can, as
the least they can do, and their errors in
judgment assume a direful importance
which more than offsets the influence of an
occasional good play.
Then, too, every time any one put her
hand to her hair, it gave the others a con-
scious feeling that their own coiffures might
bave been more judiciously arranged
if—
The game had a certain perfunctoriness
in character, and that jaunty sociability
towards which Mrs. Van Alpine yearned
still seemed elusive.
With her insistence on informality, for-
mality became more conscious, more pre-
cise.
It is to be confessed that with the an-
nouncement of supper Mrs, Van Alpine
felt thas she was playing her trump oard.
The great round table was gay with flow-
ers;the place-oards were dainty little French
affairs; her chef was reliability itself. Sure-
ly, now the tide would turn.
There was, in truth, a certain access of
cordiality in the atmosphere; conversation
ceased from lagging and threatened to be-
come vivacious; and seyeral ladies who had
bowed to each other with frosty Sordiality
for many years, began exchanging confi-
dences about their children and their dress-
makers. >
Mrs. Van Alpine, as she swept gracefnily
into her chair, felt rewarded for her
labors.
‘The swash of descending fabrics was like
the splashing of waves upon a beach.
*‘We ought to have more of these easy,
informal affairs, don’t yon think s0?’’ she
inquired, triumphantly, of Mrs. Sutphen,
whom she had tactfully seated on her
right. *‘I can’t tell you how much I have
enjoyed having you—’' The phrase took
on truthfulness as the glacial horror on
Mrs. Sutphen’s face froze the rest of the
sentence on her tongue.
Macbeth, on seeing Banquo's ghost, was
not more awfully aghast. Mrs. Van Alpine
turned involuntarily to see what it could
be, and before the combined tragedy of the
two faces, thirty-eight other women were
inspired to turn.
here in the entrance to the dining-room
stood the fox-terrier puppy, joyous-eyed as
Spring herself.
He bad set his sharp little white teeth
firmly in the middle of a long white
plume, so battle-scarred as to suggest that
it might have been the very one which
Navarre had worn at Ivry in the thickest
of the carnage.
From either corner of his mouth, long
wisps of chiffon floated, smokelike and
filmy ; and around his neck, like a courtier’s
ruff, a white maline circleframed his head,
and seriously impeded his progress by the
way it got under his feet.
There was a simultaneous indrawing of
thirty-nine breaths; then thirty-nine voices
smote the air in an agonized unison.
“My hat!!!”
And thirty-nine feminine forms flung
themselves with one simultaneous swirl
from the table towards the door. Mrs. Van
Alpine sat, stunned, at her untouched,
deserted table.
Bearing the oriflamme of war, O’ Trigger
dashed up the stairs. The thirty-nine sped
after him, palpitant.
Into that dainty boudoir of Mrs. Van
Alpine’s where come two hours be-
fore vhey had left—
What had they left? What was this
litter of lace and chiffon and torn wings; of
decapitated birde, and flowers thas would
never bloom again under the soft kisses of
any spring breeze?
Wails of despair, shrieks of rage, moans
of recognition, rent the air.
Something in the accentuated horror of
that shrill soprano outery struck the
puppy with the conviction that the Reign
of Terror had come.
He dodged, and under cover of all those
swirling skirts shot unnoticed under the
bed, where in dusky security he sat mo-
tionless, toc alert to danger to even move
his jaws enough to chew the smeary wis;
of chiffon which still floated dejeotedly
from the corners of his mouth.
The tumuls took on precision.
‘‘Here is mine! Look at it!’ ‘‘And I
had just paid for it!’’ ‘‘I had mine charged,
and I haven’t even dared fell Frank what.
it cost!’ **. . . the first time I’d worn it!”’
“It I could only find the roses! Oh, there
they are!’”’ I beg your pardon. Those are
the roses off my hat.” ‘‘They’re nothing
of the kind. They were just underneath
the brim!” ‘Oh, there are my violets!”
‘Pardon me! I hada bunch exactly like
that on my hat.’’ ‘“Why,of course I know!
I never heard anything so insulting! ‘As
though I would claim any hing I didn’s
know was on my has.’”’ Ob, if you insist!’
“That woman is either crazy or a klepto-
maniac. The same thing? Well, Idon’s
much believe in kleptomania myself, They
don’t call it that when a man takes an-
n’s horse, you know, but when it's
n, of course yon have to find
use,”’ “Do you . eee Mrs,
foo ing under the bureau for
Well, it that isn’t juss the limit!
ose she thinks be flew under. there
away, If that’s a sample of Boston
li thos _ Yon didn’s know if? My
r,she fairly shokes it down your then.
nl wa, 8 fea} 20 H) I'd swallowed she Boston
a-par er she has called.”
‘IT don’ care if the centre is all chewed
a wonia
‘off. It’s mine.”’ “Yours? I suppose I
didn’t have trimming ou:my bas. I wish
‘I could make Louise think so when I have | Lock
‘to pay the bill.”
) Never mind! If thas
isu’6 juss like your father! You oan juss
buy another out of your allowance. I oer-
tainly shall not.”” ‘I don's care if the car-
riage isn’t here. The cars still ran, don’t
m 80 we could walk home 4
‘Making us half undress, and
people I'hope I shall never he forced
meet again. Is looks to me like pure epite-
folness. ‘She way have bad her dog train-
ed, for all I know.’
ly."
Le
“Well, you oan see for yoursell thas il
there isn’t one left.”” ‘No, madam, this
is my bat.” ‘Well, perhaps the dog hae it.
Yes, it was a white maline one he had
on.” *‘No, I didn’t notice any rhinestone
baokle. I'm sure I hope he has swallowed
they? Unless Mrs. Van Alpine has stopped
informality; and her hon
play" with |
‘o
it and it will kill him.” ‘‘You wonder
bow Mrs. Van Alpine feels. It’s nothing
to me how she feels I know how I feel.”
“Yes, for two hours —fwo Hours!—that
little beast has heen worrying them, and it
must have kept him busy then.”’
Mis. Van Alpine, standing a the foot of
the stairs, parted her lips apologetically as
the [roceteion Sweps ‘down the stairway,
bearing their sheaves of wispy straw and
tattered ornamentation before them
with much the same expression of
martyrdom with which Denis carried his
head.
Bat they sped past her with frosty in-
clination or with scant leave-taking, out
into the air—into any public conveyance
within hailing - distance.” = The present
street-car was more to be-desired than any
future victoria. The one idea was to get
away with all speed from that House of ||
Disaster.
The lass to descend was Mrs. Sutphen.
There was something strangely incongru-
ous between the elegance of her costume
and the burden she bore—a disembowelled
black bird, lying on its back in a tattered
white chip basket.
From the sterness of her expression one
might have assumed that she belonged to
the Audubon Society, and was carrying
this poor victim of disaster out to decent
burial.
Mrs. Van Alpine pat ous her hand falter-
ingly.
*‘If it hadn't been for O’Trigger, don’t
you think it might—have—been—"’
‘It it badn‘s been for O'Trigger;’’ said
Mis. Sutphen, with the air of delivering
the Last Judgment, ‘‘yonr guests’’—she
put an intimidating accent on the final ts |
—*‘would not be going home bareheaded
from your unusual entertainment.’’
She rushed ous to catch a passing street-
car with the zeal she might commendably
have shown had it borne the sign, ‘‘To the
Abode of the Blest,”” and the farther
placard, ‘‘Last Car.”
Out in the dining-room stood the un-
touched tahle, gay with all its carefully
planned daintinesses. .
On the very lowest stair Mrs. Van Alpine
sank down under the weight of a realizing
sense of the completeness of the disaster.
She looked up the stairway as though she
saw again that procession of woe.
‘‘And I meant to have it so informal and
j-j-jolly,’’ she explained to the catastrophe-
laden air.
Then she gave a hysterical giggle; and
at that familiar sound following the din of
Babel, O’Trigger cautiously stole out of
concealment and appeared at the head of
the staircase.
The chiffon streamers still drooped from
his mouth like a yacht’s pennant in a fog.
He wagged hisstumpy tail tentatively,
but the maline ruff hid that symbol of
conciliation from Mrs. Van Alpine’s view,
and as at sight of him she went off intoa
veritable crise de nerfs, O'Trigger sat down
suddenly and raised his voice in an obli-
gato of remorse.—By Beatrice Hanscom, in
the Harper's Bazar.
Cannibals Still.
Cannibalism is a habit that evidently is
hard to live down. For example, in the
East Indian island of New Guinea, or Papua
as its 700,000 inhabitants call it, the na-
tives again and again have shown how dif-
ficult it is to forget the taste of human flesh.
Only the other day the ancient ogre instinot
of their forefathers, which had lain dor-
mant for years, and which the good mis-
sionaries even thought was wholly dead,
suddenly broke forth in one tribe and re-
sulted in a massacre. A band of Papuans
‘‘orazy for sweet flesh,” as it is expressed
in the native language, swooned down np-
on the Catholic mission in German New
Guinea and killed five men and as many
women. Whether or not they were able
to devour their victims is not told in the
dispatches. Thirty-six of the natives were
arrested on ‘‘suspicion, ’’however, and
eighteen executed.
For some reason or other the Papuan can-
nibal prizes a Christian for a feast more
than an ordinary pagan. In becoming a
convert to the new faith, therefore,a native
must have an unusually high degree of cour-
age. He knows that as soon as he has been
baptized be will be an especially tempting
morsel, likely at any time to be butchered
to make a holiday. In 1881 12 missionaries
who for years had been laboring with Rev.
Dr. James Chalmers at Kalo, suddenly dis-
appeared. On investigation Dr. Chalmers
discovered that bis co-workers and their
families had been slaughtered and that
their children had been eaten. All these
victims were converted Papuans. Several
years later a band of natives murdered Dr.
Chalmers, hoiled him in sage and ate him.
The cannibal instinct of the : Papuan is
not hard to explain. In all the 313,000
square miles of New Guinea there is not a
tribe which does not regard murder asa
knightly accomplishment. Until a man
has taken a human lifeand has sipped hu-
man blood he is an object of ridicule. He
is not permitted to tattoo himself,and with
a skin thus unadorned he is shunned by
Papuan society.
Breathes there a man with soul so dead,
who never to himself has said “I'll pay be-
fore 1 go to bed, the debt I owe the print-
e1?’’ Thete are some we know fall well,
who never such a tale can tell; but they we
fear will go to—well, the place where there
is no winter. :
Special Eleven-Day Excursion to Ocean
Grove, Ashbury Park, or Long Branch
via Penusylvania Raillroad.
For the benefit of those desiring to visit
the great Ocean Grove Camp Meeting, the
Pepnsylvavia Railroad Company will, on
Angust 25th, sell excursion tickets to Ocean
| Grove, Asbnry Park, or Long Branch from
stations named be
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PEACE ENVOYS IN PORTSMOUTH.
Russian and Japanese D plomats Meet on the May-
flower. Presented by Mr. Roosevelt.
Oyster Bay, L. I, Aug. £.—The Japa-
nese peace envoys, headed by Baron
Komura, and the Russian plenipoten-
tiaries, headed by M. Sergius Witte,
were presented to each other by Pres-
ident Roosevelt on the Mayflower at
Oyster Bay. They then sailed for
Portsmouth, the Japanese on the Dol-
phin, and the Russians on the May-
flower. = © i 3
The president and. the -state..and
navy departments united to extend a
| KOM [URA |
RUSSIAN AND JAPANESE PEACH ENVOYS.
cordial greeting to the plenipotentiar-
ies and to facilitate in every possible
way their mission of peace. Every
honor due to their rank was paid to
the envoys, and the cordiality of the
greeting by the president on behalf of
the American people left nothing to
be desired. y
SQUADRON PUTS IN AT NEWPORT
Witte Goes to Boston By Train, and
Other Envoys Stay With Fleet.
Newport, R. L,-Aug. 7. — Neptune
rudely disturbed the arrangements for
the Portsmouth conference by holding
up the peace fleet. Owing to a heavy
fog the Mayflower, Dolphin and the
cruiser Galveston were forced to an-
chor off here and were not able to
proceed.
From the Mayflower, which is car-
rying the Russian mission, Mr. Witte
and Baron Rosen, the czar’s envoys,
landed, and after a stay of five hours
Mr. Witte, accompanied by Gregory
Wilnenkin and two secret service offi-
cers, went to Boston on a special train.
They arrived in Boston last night and
started for Portsmouth today.
Baron Rosen returned to the May-
flower after Mr. Witte’s departure.
The Japanese envoys did not come
ashore, but several of their secretaries
landed to file cablegrams.
WITTE’S DAY IN BOSTON
Went to Magnolia and Paid His Re-
spécts to Baroness Rosen.
Boston, Aug. 8.—Mr. Witte, the sen-
for Russian plenipotentiary to the
peace conference at Portsmouth, who
left the cruiser Mayflower at Newport,
was at his apartments at the Hotel
Touraine, in this city.
Later Mr. Witte went to Magnolia
in an automobile, accompanied by Mr.
Wilenkin, the Russian financial agent,
and spent an hour at the Russian em-
bassy, located there temporarily. Af-
ter paying his respects to Baroness
Rosen, wife of the ambassador, he had
a long conference with several mem-
bers of the embassy. It appeared as
if he transacted considerable official
business, as the attaches of the em-
bassy were extremely busy for some
hours after his departure.
Later in the afternoon Mr. Witte re-
turned from Magnolia and went to his
hotel. At 9.30 he, Mr. Wilenkin and
two secret service officers were driven
to the North station, where they
boarded a private car attached to the
regular train which left for Ports-
mouth at 9.45.
ENVOYS REACH PORTSMOUTH
Welcomed to the State and the City.
Sessions May Begin Tomorrow.
Portsmouth, N. H., Aug. 8.—Ser-
gius Witte, senior member of the Rus-
sian peace mission, arrived in Ports-
mouth by. rail from Boston at 11.15
o'clock last night, and the peace
squadron having on board the other
men who will participate in the com-
ing conference, dropped anchor inthe
harbor at 10 o'clock this morning.
Mr, Witte was met by ‘Herbert
D. Peirce, who in Russian .in-
formally welcomed the distinguish-
ed visitor. Governor, . McLane's
secretary, Mr. Moses, was also pres-
ent. Three automobiles were in wait-
ing, and the party was at once taken
to the Hotel Wentworth, about four
miles distant. There was considera-
ble. disappointment among those as-
sembled at the station when the dis-
w tinguished foreigner failed to appear
after the arrival of the train. It ‘was
soon learned that the Russians had
left the train at'the crossing, and there
was a rush toward the street leading
to the Wentworth, but the foreigners
were well on their way before the
crowd reached the scene. .
The ceremony of welcoming the
distinguished foreigners to the state
of New Hampshire was carried out in |
full during the day the programme
which was arranged for yesterday
having been left practically unchang-
ed. At the Portsmouth navy yard last
night a wireless message was receiv-
ed, stating that the despatch boat Dol-
phin, having on board the Japanese
representatives, was off Cape Cod, 756
miles distant, at dark. The vessel
|
was then steaming slowly.
Soon after the converted yacht May-
flower reached the harbor Mr. Witte
went on board. “The vessels were
saluted by the navy yard guns, and
Rear Admiral W. W, Mead, the com-
mandant, went on board. About 600
members of the staté guard an a de-
tachment of marines took part in the
exercises on land...
At the conciusion of the exercises
at the court house the plenipotentia-
ries went to their hotel, there to re-
main until the first business session
of the missions are held tomorrow.
GENERAL STONE DEAD
Was a Veteran of the Civil and Span-
ish-American Wars.
New York, Aug. 7.—General Roy
Stone, a veteran of the Civil and Span-
ish-American Wars and a distinguish-
ed civil engineer, is dead in his 69th
vear, at his home in Mendham, N. J.
He leaves a widow, who was Miss
Marker, of Pennsylvania, and one
daughter, Lady Monson, wife of Lord
Monson, of England. General Stone,
who was a native of Steuben county,
New York, served in the Civil War in
the First Pennsylvania Rifles and the
149th Pennsylvania Infantry, and was
breveted brigadier general for gal-
lantry in the peninsula campaign and
at Gettysburg, where he was severely
wounded. He served as brigadier gen-
eral and chief of engineers on the
staff of General Miles in the Porto
Rican campaign.
$50,000 FIRE AT ORBISONIA, PA.
Seventeen Buildings Destroyed and
Entire Town Threatened.
Orbinonia, Pa., Aug. 7.—Seventeen
buildings in the centre of this town
were destroyed by fire, and for a short
time the whole place was threatened
with destruction. The buildings de-
stroyed are: Conn Bros. general store;
John K. Ashman, hotel; S. B. Nevel,
barber shop; J. J. Rowe, meat mar-
ket; Wesley Ott, confectioner; H. L.
Norris, saddler; E. J. Brodbeck, meat
market; post office; George W. Hicks,
confectioner; F. F. Cummins, general
store, and the residences of Margaret
Bolinger, F. F. Cummins and D. L.
Grissinger. The other places destroy-
ed were stables. A number of build-
ings were damaged. The loss will
probably reach $50,000.
CATHOLIC T. A. UNION
Delegates Pouring Into Wilkesbarre
For 35th Annual Convention.
Wilkesbarre, Pa., Aug. 8.—Delegates
to the 35th annual convention of the
Catholic Total Abstinence. Union of
America, which is to be held here on
August 9, 10,11 and 12, are already be-
ginning to pour into the city. There
will be fully 800 delegates here, and
hundreds of visitors will accompany
them.
The town is gaily decorated in honor
of the coming of President Roosevelt
and a large party of state and national
officers on Thursday. President Roose-
velt will be the guest of the Catholic
Abstinence Union of America and the
United Mine Workers of America, and
will deliver an address to them on
Thursday afternoon.
FATHER OF 26 CHILDREN
Fifteen Boys and Eleven Girls, and
All of Them Living.
Haverford, Pa., Aug. 7.—Clem Tuck,
a well-known colored resident of Hav:
erford, is certainly a candidate for a
Roosevelt medal for raising a large
family. Friday morning a girl baby
was born at the Tuck household, which
marked the 26th child in the family.
All of them are alive and well. There
are 15 boys and 11 girls, and Tuck
has been married four times.
Young Man Found Murdered.
Washington, Pa., Aug. 8,—Clair Bain
Hamilton, aged 18 years, son of a well-
known farmer of Chartiers township,
was found dead at an isolated spot near
Meadow Lands with a bullet through
his heart, fired by some unknown per-
son. Young Hamilton left the home of
a young lady on whom he was calling,
intending to take the last car from
Meadow Lands to Houston, his home.
While crossing a vacant lot on the way
to the car he was shot and fell for-
ward on his face, death evidently com-
ing instantly. The motive for the mur-
der is not known.
Wished to Wed Married Woman.
New York, Aug. 8.—An attempt to
wed a married woman who came from
Germany on the same steamship with
him caused a deportation order. to. be
issued for George Reichold, a young
German. He arrived here recently on
the steamship Bulgaria, and wanted
the immigration officials to marry him
‘to Rosa Blunk, a fellow passenger.
The officials claim to have discovered
a husband of Mrs. Blunk still’ living
in Hamburg, Germany, and in the or-
der deporting her they: also included
her fiance. ts Hi
Professor Bell's Dead.
Washington, Aug. 8. — Alexander
Melville Bell, father of Professor Al‘
exander Graham Bell, died at the home
of the latter, in the 86th year of his
age, from pneumonia, following an op-
eration for diabetes performed last
Tuesday. He was born in Scotland, a
son of Alexander Bell, and was one of
the three generations notable because,
of their development of the art of
instructing the deaf and dumb in
methods of communication. The in-
terment will take place tomorrow.
Anatomical Congress In Session.
.Geneva, Switzerland, Aug. 7.—Amer-
ica is well represented at the first in-
ternational anatomical congress, which
opened here. Altogether 260 delegates
are present from different parts of the
world. The congress will conclude on
August 10 with a banquet given by the
city to the delegates.
Father Dead.
$500,000 Fire in Hoboken.
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New: York, Aug. 8.—A spectacular fire
lata last night on the piers of the Dela-
ware, Lackawnnna and Western rail-
road, in Hoboken, destroyed the depot,
with its 600 feet of train sheds, the
ferry house, a hotel known as Duke's
House, the terminal of th- pe
way, a new immier:+s® and Mrs. James
two ferryboats 420g an extended trip
more threatened t#
German Lloyd and''A. Tanyer recently re-
lines. «ks visit among his
The loss is estimau
000. No lives were -1li'Tiss Roxie Markle.
fireman was seriously! :ds at Fairbrook
known. igh
The Lackawanna officials di .rmer at
last night that they expected tO . "ome
trains running into tempdrary quart
within a short time. wh Saaio Li
The Binghamton, one #7" S0% fiome =
ao with a coat of
stroyed;, was one of mings.
boats in the world. bad
Blazing ferry boats, Ad up with 2
docks, fioated in the riy/arted in his face
fire ships, which for a «fire body.
ed shipping in the rivisntracted for the
started on an old woode'ant to heat his
and, swept by a norther!7 © establishment.
muniacted with the ferf4unday at Scotia
to the main building aunt, Mrs. Yeak-
wanna, and then to the spaired of for some
a famous Hoboken he
tel was a frame strul ;¢ Altoona, ‘speeded
ready prey to the ff guto on our g~"’
By this time the flamés~unday ~.Jad-
ing in all directions, utterly“ beyond
the control of the few first fire fight-
ers who had responded to the first
alarms.
Following the hotel, the structure
of the public service coporation—the
street car operating company of Ho-
boken, Jersey City and nearby places
—went down before the flames.
At 1 o'clock this morning the fire
was under control, the big steamship
piers had been saved, and a rough es-
timate placed on the damage at be-
tween $400,000 and $500,000.
A remarkable feature of the great
blaze was that inside of 20 minutes
after its start it had seized upon the
Lackawanna’s terminal and swept its
600 feet of train sheds, dooming them.
The flames started from an unknown
cause on the old wooden ferry boat
Hopatcong, which had been tied up in
the open slip between the Hamburg
docks and the €hristopher street ferry
slips. The fire was discovered about
11 o'clock. It was then leaping from
the boiler room below the main deck
through the engine room, and attack-
ing the wooden superstructure.
A watchman on the ferry dock turn-
ed in calls for the city department,
and also for the Lackawanna fire brig-
ade. Almost before the company’s
men could lay a line of hose, and be-
fore the city firemen could reach the
scene, the flames had leaped to the
ferry office building between the piers,
and then to the brand new ferry-boat
Binghamton, which was lying in the
northern slip of the Barclay street
line. From these it leaped in a few
seconds to the high frame structure
above the waiting rooms, and in five
minutes after the fire was seen the
entire buildings, covering many acres,
were burning.
There were four slips with high pil-
ings. and these burned fiercely and
sent the fire southward into the freight
npiers. These had been destroyed for
the most part by a great fire on May
29, 1904, and had just been rebuilt.
From the waiting room the flames
leaped into the train shed, and so
rapid was the spread there that en-
gines which were drawing out the
cars there to be ready for use in the
morning had to be hurried out. Seven
coaches were left behind, but there
had been time enough to save about
30 others.
The ‘two burning ferry boats were
towed out into the stream by tugs.
The Hopatcong sunk later.
The Hopatcong, when she took fire,
was tied against the Hamburg-Ameri-
can dock 3. The flames licked the
side of the pier, but did not set it on
fire. ;
The wind was blowing somewhat
out of the north, and that carried the
flames on the Hopatcong away from
the pier and into the superstructure
of the ferry terminal.
Fire aid was quickly summoned
from Jersey City and New York, the
former city sending all available en-
gines, and the latter despatching two
fire boats. With this extra force the
Hoboken firemen were able to prevent
the fire from spreading through lower
Hoboken, while the fireboats held the
flames in check along the water front.
The railroad company has arraged
to run its trains into its wards out-
side the burned district today.
The blaze in the Hopatcong spread
so fast that when she got out into the
river and began to slowly up stream
she was burning from end to end.
The ferry boat Binghamton’ was
pushed over - towards Christopher
street,: where she was beached. f
The ferry boat Musconetcong, load-
ed with several hundred passengers,
was reported to have had a narrow es-
cape, just backing out and missing
the burning Hopatcong.
Missouri Senator Acquitted of Bribery.
Jefferson City, Mo., Aug. 7.—State
Senator Frank H. Farris was acquit-
ted by a jury in the circuit court on a
charge of bribery in connection with
a bill introduced at ‘the session of the
state legislature in 1901 to repeal the
statute prohibiting the use of alum in
the manufacture of baking powder.
The acquittal was greeted with cheers
by the friends of State Senator Farris.
The trial lasted a week, the principal
testimony for the state being that of
former Lieutenant Governor John A.
Lee, on whose testimony before a
grand jury indictments were returned
against Ferris and former State Sen-
ator C. A. Smith. - As the charges in
the cases are identical, the Smith
case will probably be dismissed.