Bellefonte, P2., Sept. 8, 1905.
MEETING OF THE SHADOWS.
Shades of the past and shadows of the future
Meet upon the threshold of today.
Into the shades’pass each days joys and sorrows,
But shadows of the future fall this way.
From out the shades come to our sides the
phantoms
That were parts of our lives so long ago.
From out the shadows of the mystiz future
Come hopes upon the threshold of the now.
Shades of the past come to us in our dreaming,
Recall to us the times that are no more,
While castles that are building in the future
Cast their lengthened shadows on the floor.
Shades of the past and shadows of the future
Meet and mingle in our lives today.
Shades of the past forever will surround us
And never will the shadows flee away.
M. V. Thomas.
WOMAN’S WANTS,
All she desires is love, you say?
That shows how much you know.
She wants to see the matinee ¢
And to the circus go ;
She wantsa handsome diamond ring;
She wants a rope of pearls ;
She wants a poodle vn a string ;
She wants some extra curls ;
She wants a bonnet twice a year .
She wants an Easter hat.
.She wants to read her title clear
Into a stylish flat;
She wants a four-seat motor-car;
She wants a real Worth gown ;
She wants a trip to Europe, or,
At least, to Newport town;
She wants a cask of rare cologne ;
She wants a diamond pin;
She wants a carriage of her own
To go out calling in ;
She wants the earth, the milky way,
And half the stars above,
And yet you have the nerve to say
That all she wants is love!
Panama Journal.
HIS WORSHIP, THE CHIEF JUSTICE.
The group about the blazing logs was
enriched this afternoon by a new member.
Lonnegan had brought bis dog, a big white
and yellow St. Bernard, fluffy as a girl’s
muff, a huge, splendid fellow, who an-
swered with great dignity and with con-
siderable condescension to the name of
‘‘Chief,’”’ an abbreviation of ‘‘His Worship,
the Chief Justice.”’
No other name would have suited him:
grave, dignified, wide-browed, with deep,
thoughtful eyes, ponderous of form, slow
in his movements, keeping perfectly still
minutes at a time, he needed only a wig
and a pair of big-bowed spectacles to make
him the fitting occupant of any Bench.
Mao pus his arm around Chief’s neck be-
fore His Worship bad fully made up his
mind as to where he would place his augue
person.
The salution over, and the dog’s soft,
fur-tipped ears having been duly rubbed,
and his finely modeled cheeks pressed close
between Mac’s two warm hands—their
two noses were but an inch apart—His
‘Worship stretched himself ont at fall length
on the rug before the fire, his nose resting
on his extended paws, his kindly eyes fixed
on the cracklivg logs.
‘‘Lonnegan,’’ said Mac in a thoughtful
tone, ‘‘do you-know, I think a good deal
more of you since you got this dog? I
didn’t know yon were that'human,’’ and
Mac changed his seat eo that he could rest
his hand on Chief’s head.
‘‘Lonnegan hasn't anything human
about him,’’ broke in Boggs; tugging at
his collar to give his fat throat the more
room—‘‘not in your sense, Mac. If you
will study the Great Architect as closely as
I havedone you will see that his humanity
is always to keep one point ahead of the
social game.” Here Boggs got up and
moved his chair to the other side of the
fireplace, so as to he out of reach of Lonne-
gan’s long arms.
‘‘Let me explain—for I don’t wan to do
this distinguished gentleman any injustice.
You and I, Mae, being common-sense peo-
ple, without any frills about us, wear just
an ordinary plain scarfpin—a horseshoe, or
a gold ball, or some trifle. Lonnegan must
have a scarab, or a coin two thousand years
old—same thing in bis dress, if you study
Lim. You will note that his collars are an
inch higher than ours, his scarfs twice as
puffy, his coat-tails longer, his trouserloons
more shaggy, gentlemen,”” and he waved
his hand to the coterie. ‘‘Perhaps more
unique in cut, so to speak. It is the same
with his dogs. This big St Bernard, halk-
ing along after the Great Architect when
he takes his afternoon walk up and down
the Avenue, is quite in conformity with
Lonnegan’s other frills. You and I wonld
affect an inconspicuous canine—a poodle,
a terrier, or a bull-pup. Not so Lonnegan.
He wauts a dog as big asa mule. Itsa
better advertisement than two columns
in a morning paper. ‘My dear,’ saysa
stout lady, bailt in two movements, to her
husband at a theatre” (Boggs imitation of
a society woman’s drawl was now inimita-
ble), “I saw such a magnificent St. Ber-
nard coming up the Avenue. Belongs to
Mr. Lonnegan, the architect. He certainly
is a man of every exquisite taste; I think
it would be a good idea for you to consult
him abount the plans for our—'"’
Lonnegan sprang from his seat with a
look in his eye as if he intended to throttle
Boggs on the spot. At the same instant
the great dog drew in his paws and rose to
his feet, his eyes fixed on his master’s
movements—rose as an athlete rises, using
the muscles of his knees and ankles to pull
his body erect. If his master wasin dan-
ger he was ready. Only smothered laugh-
ter, however, came from both Boggs and
Lonnegan.
“I take it all back, Lonny,” sputtered
Boggs. ‘The woman’s husband wanted
two country houses, not one. Call off
your dog; I can’t fight two brutes at
once.’
Pitkin sprang to his feet, his partly bald
head and forehead rose-pink in the excite-
ment of the moment.
‘Don’t call your dog off, Lonny!” he
cried. “Don’t move. Choke Boggs again.
Just look at the pose of that dog. Isn’s
that stunning? By Jove, fellows! Wonldn’s
he be a corker in bronze, life size? Just see
the lines of the back and. lift of the head !”’
And the sculptor, after the manner of his
guide, held the edge of his hand against
his eye as a guide by which to measure the
proportions of the noble heast.
Lonoegan relaxed his hold, and Boggs,
now purple in the face from loss of breath
and langhter, shook himself free and rear-
ranged his collar with his plump fingers.
The attention of the whole fireside was now
centred on the dog. His pose was less tense
and his legs less rigid, but his paws had
kept their original position on the rug. As
he stood trying to comprehend the situa-
tion, he had she bearing of a charger over-
looking a battlefield.
‘No, you’re wrong, Pitkin!'’ said Marny.
‘‘Chief would be lumpy and inexpressive
in bronze. He's too woolly. You want
clear-cut anatomy when you’re going to
put a dog or any other animal in bronze.
Color is better for Chief. I’d use him as
a foil to a half-nude, lifesize scheme of
brown, yellow and white; old Chinese jar
on her left filled with chrysanthemums,
some stuffs in the background—I can see
it now--—'’ and Marny picked up a bit of
charcoal and blocked in on a fresh canvas
resting on Mac’s easel the position of the
figure, the men crowding about him to
watch the result.
‘‘Won’t do, old man!” broke in Woods,
as soon as Marny’s rapid outline became
clear. ‘‘Out of scale—all dog and no girl.
I'd have him stretched out as he is now?’
—( Chief had regained his former position)
—*‘‘with a fellow in a chair reading; lamp-
light on book for high light: dog in half
shadow.”
““You’re quite right, "Woods,”’ remarked
Mae, who was still caressing Chief’s silky
ears. ‘‘Marny’s missed it this time—girl
scheme won’t do. This is a gentleman’s
dog, and he has always moved among his
kind.” BR
‘‘Careful Mac, careful,’’ drawled Boggs,
in a reproving tone. ‘‘You said ‘has
moved.” You don’t mean to reflect on his
present owner, do you?’’
Mae waved Boggs away with the same
gesture with which he would have brushed
off a fly, and continued:
‘When Isay that he has always lived
among gentlemen I state the fact. You can
see that in his manners, and in the way in:
which he retains not only his self-respecs,
but his courage and loyalty. Yow noticed,
did you not,that it took him but an instant
to get on his feet when Lcnnegan seized
Boggs? You will also agree with me that
no one has entered this room this winter
more gracefully, nor with more ease and
composure, nor one who has known better
what to do with his arms and legs. And
as for his well-bred reticence, he has yet to
open his mouth—ocertainly a great rebuke
to our garrulous 8, if he did bus
know it,’ and Mac nodded in the direction
of the Chronic Interrupter. ‘‘Great study,
these dogs. Chief has had a gentleman for
a master, I tell you, and has lived ina
gentleman’s house, accustomed all his life
to Oriental rugs, wood fires, four-in-hands,
two-wheeled carts, golden-haired ohildren
in black velvet suits, servants in livery—
regular thoroughbred. That is, bred thorough,
by somebody who never insulted him, who
never misunderstood him, and who never
mortified him. Offending a dog is as bad
as offending a child, and ten times worse
than offending a woman. A dozen men
would spring to a woman’s assistance—no
one ever interferes in a qaarrel between a
dog and his master. When they do gener-
ally take the master’s side.”’
Maco reached over, tapped the bowl of his
pipe against the brick of the fireplace, emp-
tied it of its ashes, and laying it on the
mantel resumed his seat.
‘It’s pathetic to me,’’ he continued, *‘to
see how hard some dogs try to understand
their master. ‘All they oan do. is to take
their cue from the men who own them. It
isn’t astonishing, really, that they should
sometimes copy them. It only takes a few
months for a butcher to make his dog as
bloody and as brutal as the toughest hand
in his shop.”
‘What a responsibility,’’ sighed Boggs,
tarning toward Lonnegan. ‘‘You won’t
corrupt His Worship with any of your
Murray Hill swaggerdoms, will you,
Lonny?”’
Lonnegan closed one eye at Boggs and
wagged his chin in denial. Mae went
on:
**Dogs can just as well be eduoocated up
as educated down. There is no question of
their ability to learn—not the slightest. I
am not speaking of the things they are ex-
pected to know—hunting, rat-catching,and
so on—1I mean the things they are nof ex-
pected to know. If you'd like to hear how
they can understand each other get the
Colonel to tell you about those two dogs
hesaw in Constantinople some two years
ago,’’ and he turned to me.
‘It wasn’t in Constantinople, Mac,’’ I
answered; ‘it was in Stamboul, on the
Plaza of the Hippodrome.’
*‘Near where I was murdered,and where I
still lie buried?’’ Boggs asked gravely,
wite a sly wink at Marny.
‘Yes, within a stone’s throw of your
present sacred tomb, old man, up near the
Obelisk. That Plaza is the home of four
or five packs of street cors, who divide up
the territory among themselves, and no
dog dares cross the imaginary line without
getting into trouble. Every day or so
there is a pitched battle directed by their
leaders—always the biggest dog in the
pack. What Mao refers to occurred some
years ago, when I was looking over my
easel and saw a lame dog skulking along
by a low wall that forms the boundary of
one side of the Plaza. He was on three
legs, the other held up in the air. A big,
shabby brute, the leader of another pack,
made straight for him, followed by three
others. The cripple saw them coming, and
at once lay down on his back, his injored
paw thrust up. The big dog stood over
him, and heard what Le bad to say; I was
not ten feet away from them, and I under-
stood every word.
“I am lame gentlemen, as you see,’ he
pleaded, ‘and I am on my way home. I
am in too much pain to walk around the
side of the Plaza where I belong, and I
therefore humbly beg your permission to
oross this small part of your territory.’
“The big leader listened, snarled at his
companions who were standing by ready to
help tear the intruder to pieces, sent them
back to their quarters with a commanding
toss of his head, and walked by the side of
the cripple until he had cleared the corner;
then he slowly returned to his pack. There
was no question ahout it; if the cripple had
spoken English I could not have under-
stood better.”
‘‘That’s nothing,” broke in Pitkin. *‘I
watched a dog once in Granada tormented
by fleas. He could get every one of them
with his teeth except a bunch that were
tucked under his lower jaw—these drove
him nearly crazy. Up comes another dog,
hears his tail of woe, goes for the fleas, the
first dog standing perfectly still while he
bit them. That I saw mysell—saw the
dog ask the other dog’s help to bite for
him, and watched the infinite peace that
came into his face over the relief,”
“I can beat that yarn,’ chimed in
Woods, ‘‘so far as sympathy is concerned.
I was in an omnibus once going up the
Boulevard des Italienne, when a man on
the seat oppnsite me whistled out of the
end window; bis two dogs were following
bekind the bus. Ope was a white bull:
terrier, the other a Canische poodle, black
as ink. Whenever anything got in the way
—and ié is pretty crowded: along there—
the dogs fell behind. When they appeared
again the owner would whistle to let them
know where he was. All of a sudden I
beard a yell. The poodle had been ran
over, Icould see him lying flat on the
asphalt, kicking. The man stopped the
omnibus and sprang out, and a crowd
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gathered. In that short space ¢f time the
terrier had fastened his teeth in poodle’s
collar, had dragged bim clear of the traffic
to the sidewalk, and was bending over him
licking the hart. . Four or five people got
out of the stage—I among them—and
a cheer went up for the owner when he
picked up the injared dog in bis armies and
took him clear of the crowd, the terrier
following behind as anxious as a mother
over her child. I have believed in the
sympathy of dogs for each other ever
since.”’
“My turn now,’’ said Boggs. ‘‘My
uncle’s got a poodle, answers to the name
of Mirza, Got more common-sense than
anything that walks on four legs. They
keep a bowl in one corner of the dining-
room which is always filled with water so
tke dog can get a drink when she wants is.
My uncle says that’s one thing half the
people who own dogs never think of—dogs
not being able to turn faucets. Well, they
shifted servants one day and forgot to tell
the new one about the bowl. Mirza did
her best to make the maid understand—
pulled her dress, and sniffed around the
empty teacups. No use. Then an idea
struck the dog. She made a spring for the
empty bowl and rolled it over with her
forepaws from the dining-room into the
butler’s pantry. By that time the wooden-
headed idiot understood, and Mirza got her
drink.
During the discussion Mac sat with the
great head of the St. Bernard resting on his
knee. It is evident that His Worship had
found an acquaintance whom he could
trust, one whom he considered bis equal.
For some minutes the painter looked into
the dog's face, his bands smoothing the
dog’s ears, the St. Bernaid’s eyes growing
sleepy under the caress, Then Mao said
in a balf-audible tone, speaking to the dog,
nos to us: :
‘“You’ve got a great head, old fellow, tall
of sense. All your bumps are in the right
place. You know a lot of things that are
$00 much for us humans. I wish you’d
tell me one thing. You know what we all
think of you, but what do yon think of
us—of your master, Lonnegan—of this
ocrowd—this Sreplace? Speak out, old
man; I'd like to know.”’
Boggs shifted his fat body in his chair,
jerked his head over his shoulder, and
winking meaningly at Lonnegan, said in a
low voice:
‘‘Mao is going to give us one of his remi-
Buleances i Buoy she sign.
ake the dog begin on , Mao!”
oried Woods. ORES
‘No, Chief’s too much of a gentleman.
He knows all about Boggs, but he won’t
tell—not when there are gentleman pres-
ent.”
‘Get him to whisper it then in your off
ear,”’ suggested Boggs. ‘‘He’ll surprise
you with his estimate of one of Nature's
noblemen,’’ and he thrust his thumbs in
the armholes of his waistcoat.
*‘No, you’ll keep it to yourself, won’t
you, Chief?”’ continued Mac. ‘‘But I'm
not joking; I'm in dead earnest. Anybody
can find out what a man thinks of a dog,
but what does a dog think of a man, espec-
ially some of those two-legged bruits, who,
by right of dollars, claim to own him? I
took the measure of a man once who——?’
Boggs sprang from his seat and struck
one of his ringmaster attitudes.
‘“What did I tell you, gentlemen? Just
as I expected, the remi-nuisance has ar-
rived. Give him room! The great land-
scape painter is about to explode with
another tale of his youth. You took the
measure of a man once, I think youn said,
Mac. Was it for a suit of clothes or a
coffin? No, don’t explain; keep right on.’
‘‘Yes, I did,’’ said Mao in a low, earnest
tone, ignoring Boggs’ aside, ‘‘and I’ve
never taken any stock in him since. I
don’t think any of yon know him, and it’s
just as well that yon don’t. I may bea
little quixotic about these things—guess I
am, but I'm going to say so. I met this
Quarterman—that’s more than he deserves;
he’s nearer one-eight of a man than a quar-
ter—up at the club house on Salt Beach.
I was a guest-—he wasa member. Big,
beavily-huilt young fellow—weighed about
two hundred pounds—rather good-look-
ing; wore the best of English shooting-togs;
carrying English leather cases bound in
brass, with his nameplate on them—a
regular out-and-out sport of the better
type, I thought, when I first saw him, He
had with him one of the most beautiful,
reddish-brown setters I ever laid my eyes
on—what you'd get with burns sienna
and maddei—with a coat as fine and silky
ae a camel’s-hair brush—one of those clean-
mouthed, clean-toothed, agate-eyed, sweet-
breathed dogs that every girl loves at first
sight, and can no more help putting her
bands on than she can help coddling a
roly-poly kitten just ous of a basket. He
bad the same well-bred manners that Chief
bas; the same grace of movements: same
repose, only more gentle and more confid-
ing. The only thing that struck me as
peculiar about him was the way he watched
bis master. Heseemed to love him, and
yet to be afraid of him; always ready to
bound out of his way, and yet equally
ready to come when he was called—a man-
ner which he never showed to any stranger
who tried to make friends with him.
“I saw Quarterman that morning when
he started out alone, quail-shooting, the
setter hounding before him, running up
and springing at him, and off agzain—doing
all the things a human dog does to tell a
man how happy he is to go along,and what
a los of fun the two are going to have.
—'‘About six o’clock that night the two
returned. I was sitting by the wood fire—
a good deal bigger one than this, the logs
nearly six feet long— when the outer door
was swung back and Quarterman came in,
his boots covered with mud, his bird-bag
over his shoulder. The setter followed
close at his heels, his beautiful brown coat
covered with burrs and dirt. Both man
and dog bad had a hard days work and a
oor one, judging from the bird-bag which
ung almost flat against Quarterman’s
shoulder.
‘Everybody pushed back their ocbairs to
make room for the tired-ous sportsman.
“What luck?’ cried out half a dozen
men at once. :
‘‘Quarterman, without answering, stop-
ped in the middle of the room some dis-
tance from the fire, laid his gun on the
table, reached around for bis bird-bag,
thrust in his band, drew out a small quail
—all he had shot—and threw it with all
bis might against the wall of the fireplace,
where it dropped into the ashes—threw it
as a boy would throw a brick against a
fence. Then, with a vicious thrust of his
boot, he kicked the setter in his face! The
dog gave a ory of pain and crawled under
the table and out of the room.
‘“Then Quarterman found his voice.
‘Lack!’ he growled. ‘Footed it fitteen miles
clear over to Pottshurg, and that d—d
dog scared up every hird before I conld get
a shot at it!” And without another word
he mounted the stairs to his room.
‘*His opinion of the dog was now com-
mon property. 1 had heard it; weld all
heard is.
But what did the setter think of Quarter-
over,
If any man disagreed with him |
he kept his opinion to himself, I included.
man? He bad followed him ‘all day
through ewavips and briers, bad run,jump-
ed, ereps ou his belly, sniffed, scented and
nosed into every tufs of grass and brosh-
heap where a quail could hide itself; had
walked miles to the man’s one, leaped
fences, scoured hills, raced down country
roads and over ditches, had pointed and
flashed a dozen birds the binte couldn’s
hit, and, after doing his level best, had
come hack to the club house expecting to
get a warm corner and a hot supper—his
right, as well as Quarterman’s—and in-
stead got a kick in the face.
‘‘I ask youn now, what did the dog think
of him ? Dirty brute! If I knew where he
was I think I'd go and thsash him now.’
The coterie broke out into a langh over
Mac's indignation, bus. a laogh in which
there was more love than ridicule.
‘Yes, IT would ! I feel like it this min-
ute, bus I tell you the setter got his revenge,
a revenge that showed his blood and breed-
ing—the revenge of a gentleman.
‘‘Back of the club. house was a swampy
place where some cranberry raisers had dog
holes and squares trying to get something
to grow, and back of this was another
swamp perhaps a mile or two wide where
nothing would grow. Ugly place, full of
suck-holes, twisted briers and vines, where
they told Quarterman he could get some
woodoock or snipe, or whatever you do get
in a marsh. The setter rose to his feet to
accompany him (this was two days later)
but was mes with : ‘Go back,d — un you!’
followed by an aside : ‘What that fool dog
wants is a dose of buckshot, and he’ll gee
it if he ain’ careful !’
**When dinner was served thas evening
the steward went upstairs expecting to find
Quarterman asleep on his bed. No Qaarter-
man ! As ten o'clock we got uneasy and
started out to look for him,a party of three,
the two servants carrying stable lanterns.
The setter again rose to his feet, wondering
what was up, and was again rebuffed, this
time by the steward. .
‘‘We soon found that fooling around a
swamp of a dark night, with your eyes
blinded by a lantern, was no joke. Every
other step we took we fell into holes or got
tripped up by briers. We stumbled on,
skirting by the edge of the cranberry patch,
hollering as loud as we could, stopping to
listen, then going on again. We tried the
other big swamp, but that was impossible
in the dark. Then an idea popped into my
head. Igave the lantern I was carrying to
one of the men, hollered to the others to
stay where they were till I got back, clear-
ed the cranberry patch, struck out for the
club house on a run, sprang upstairs, grab-
bed Qoarterman’s coat hanging in the close
ran downstairs again, and shoved it under
the nose of the setter. Then I told him all
about it, juss as I'd tell yon. Quarterman
was lost—he was in the swamp, perhaps,
we didn’t know where—and the dog was
the only one who conld find him.
he go? Go ! You just ought to have seen
him! He threw his nose up in the air,
sniffed around, made a spring from the
porch and began circling the lawn, his nose
to the ground and sand—then he made a
bound over the fence and disappeared.
“I hollered for the others, and we kept
after the setter as hest we could. Every
now and then he would give a short bark—
sometimes far away, sometimes nearer. All
we could do was to skirt along the edge of
the cranberry patch, swinging the lanterns,
aad hollering : ‘Quarterman ! Quarterman!’
until our throats gave out.
“Then I heard a quick, sharp bark, fol:
lowed by a series of short yelps not fifty
yards away. Next there camea faint hello
-—a man’s voice. We pushed on, and there,
ahout ten yards from bard ground, we
found Quarterman stretched out, the setter
squatting beside mm. He had slipped into
a hole some hours before, had broken his
ankle, and bad made up his mind to wait |
until daylight, the pain, every time he
moved, almost making him faint. He was
soaked to the skin and shivering with cold.
We helped him up on one foot, carried him
to dry land, and finally got him home; the |
dog following at a respectful distance.
Next morning the dog was missing.
Quarteiman raised himself up on his elbow
when he heard the news and said he muss
be found at any cost; he was worth $500.
The men started ous, of course, searched
the stables, boathouses, swamp and fields
clear down to the water’s edge, whistled
and called—did all the things you do when
a dog is lost, but no setter. Everybody
wondered why he ran away; some said one
thing, some avother. I knew why. He
had gone off in search of a gentleman.’’
“Did Quarterman’s leg get well ?’’ ven-
tured Lonnegan. ;
*‘I don’t know, and [don’t care. I left
the next morning.”’
“Did he get his dog back ?’’ asked Boggs.
“Nos while I was there. Icounld have
told him where to look for him, bus I
didn’t. I saw him on a porch with some
children about a week after that, when I
was driving through a neighboring village.
but I didn’t send word to Quarterman. I
had too much respect for the dog.
‘‘Come here, old fellow, and let me hug
you,” and Mac took the great head of she
St. Bernard between his warm hands, and
the two snuggled their cheeks togesher.
—By F. Hopkinson Smith, in the Saturday
Evening Post.
THE RENEWAL A STRAIN.—-Vacation is
Again the school bell rings as morn-
ing and at noon, again with tens of thous-
ands the hardest kind of work has begun,
the renewal of which is a mental and
physical stiain to all except the most rog-
ged. The little girl that a few days ago
had roses in her cheeks, and the little boy
whose lips were then so red vou would
have insisted that they had been ‘'kissed’
by strawberries,’’ have already lost some-
thing of the appearance of health. Now is
a time when my children should be given
a tonic, which may avert much serious
trouble, and we know of no other so high-
ly to be recommended as Hood’s Sarsa-
parilla, which strengthens the nerves, per-
fects digestion and assimilation, and aids
wmertal ‘development by building up the
whole system.
A Queer Case of Friendship.
Friendship aad possibly affection have
sprung up between a cat and a large wild
raccoon at Avery’s logging camp, in Thurs-
ton county, Wash. :
One morning recently the camp cook
heard the cat mewing at the open kitchen
door and purring in an inviting way. In-
vestigation showed the coon with his fron
feet on the doorstep in apparent indecision
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Envoys Sign Peace Treaty.
Final Ceremony of Portsmouth Conference Was Brief.
Portsmouth, N. H., Sept. 5, — The
“Treaty of Portsmouth” was signed
today. The treaty was engrossed in
French and English, and consists of
17 articles, preceded by a short pre-
amble. The ceremony of signing was
brief. M. Witte and Baron Rosen act-
ed for Russia and Baron Komura and
Mr. Takahira for Japan.
Besides the plenipotentiaries only
Assistant Secretary Peirce, represent-
ing the president; Governor McLane,
the mayor of Portsmouth, Admiral
Mead and Commander Winslow were
present.
The articles relating to the non-for-
tification of the island of Sakhalin
and La Perouse Straits, and the evac-
uation of Manchuria were settled.
Both parties bind themselves not to
fortify the island. La Perouse is to
be “open” and Japan agrees not to
erect works to command the strait.
The article relating to the evacua:
tion of Manchuria provides that the
troops, immediately upon the exchange
of final ratifications, are to be with-
drawn respectively to the lines of
Mukden and Harbin. The number of
“railroad guards” in ordinary times is
dispatch of troops for the protection
of the line in case of disorders upon
condition that they are immediately
withdrawn when their mission is fin-
ished.
‘While a full synopsis of the treaty
will be cabled to the governments of
the two countries, the actual text will
not be known at Tokio or St. Peters-
burg until the plenipotentiaries arrive.
Mr. Witte will personally convey the
text to St. Petersburg and Baron Ko-
mura to Tokio. This is the real reason
why both are anxious to get home as
soon as possible, as the treaty does
not go into force until the two em-
perors have signed. To avoid the delay
of exchange of documents, which
would involve six weeks at least, offi-
cial notification of the final approval
by the emperors will be made through
neutrals, the United States in the case
of Japan, and France in the case of
Russia. The text of the treaty will not
be made public at Portsmouth. If it
ever is, it will be after it has received
the approval of the two emperors.
A messenger from the state depart
ment at Washington arrived with the
cases in which the copies of the treaty
are to be forwarded to the czar and
the mikado. These cases are of blue
leathed ehbossed with gold. They are
protected by an outer case of rough
leather.
The Russian copy is in parallel col
umns of French and English. The
French column is on the left of the
pages. On the Japanese copy the order
is reversed, the English column being
on the left of the page.
The greatest secrecy has surround:
ed the preparation of the treaty from
first to last. There has been no possi
bility of a leak of the actual terms.
MIKADO THANKS THE PRESIDENT
Cablegram Puts An End to Rumor
That Japan is Dissatisfied.
Oyster Bay,Sept. 4.—President Roose:
velt received from the emperor of Ja-
pan warm thanks for his ‘“disinterest-
ed and unremitting efforts in the inter-
ests of peace and hunmanity,” and an
expression of the Japanese emperor’s
“grateful appreciation of the distin-
guished part” the President has taken
in the establishment of peace in the
Far East.
The cablegram, which was received
from the emperor personally, follows:
“Tokio, Sept. 3, 1905.
“The President—I have received with
gratification your message of congratu-
lations conveyed through our plenipo-
tentiaries, and thank you warmly for
it. To your disinterested and unremit-
ting efforts in the interest of peace and
humanity I attach the high value
which is their due, and assure you of
my grateful appreciation of the distin-
guished part you have taken in the es-
tablishment of peace based upon prin-
ciples essential to the permanent wel-
fare and tranquility of the Far East.
(Signed) “MUTSUHITO.”
The cablegram from the Japanese
emperor puts an end to the rumors
that the emperor was dissatisfied with
the terms finally concluded by his
plenipotentiaries with those of the em-
peror of Russia. He accords President
Roosevelt full credit for the part he
took in bringing about peace ‘upon
principles essential to the permanent
welfare and tranquility of the Far
Rast.” The concluding sentence of the
cablegram is especially significant. It
evidently voices the belief of the Japan-
ese emperor that the treaty about to be
concluded at Portsmouth will be for a
permanent peace.
The Russian emperor has thanked
President Roosevelt for his efforts to
secure peace. The dispatch is regarded.
as one of the most remarkable of its
kind ever sent by the head of one na-
tion to that of another. The cable-
gram follows: :
“Peterhof, Alexandria, Aug. 31.—
President Roosevelt: Accept my con-
gratulations and warmest thanks for
having brought the peace negotiations
to a successful conclusion, owing to
your personal energetic efforts. My
country will gratefully recognize the
great part you have played in thy
Portsmouth peace conference.
(Signed) “NICHOLAS.”
Adrianopie Fire Loss $5,000,000.
Constantinople, Sept. 5.—The fire
which broke out at Adrianople Satur-
day raged until Sunday owing to lack
of water. The greater part of each of
the six quarters of the city was de-
stroyed and the damage is estimated
at $5,000,000, only about one-fourth oi
which is covered by insurance. Thou-
sands of persons are homeless. Seven
thousand houses were destroyed. |
STORM ON LAKE SUPERIOR
Several Vessels and More Than a Score
of Lives Lost.
Ashland, Wis., Sept. 5.—More than
a score of lives were lost and property
valued at $500,000 was destroyed in a
furious storm that swept over Lake
Superior from Friday night to Sunday
night, according to reports received
here. The gale was the most destruc-
tive to lake shipping that has been ex-
perienced in many years.
Besides the wreck of the steel
steamer Sevona, which broke in two
on Sand Island Reef, seven of the
crew, including the captain, losing
their lives, the barge Pretoria, of Bay
City, Mich., carrying a crew of 10
men, sank, five sailors drowning.
The schooner Alive Jeanette, which
carried a crew of seven men, is also
thought to be lost. The Olive Jeanette,
it is believed, went to the bottom
about 10 miles from Portage entry.
The Sevona was ore laden from Al-
louez to Erie, Pa., and ran ashore on
York Island in a heavy storm, after-
ward breaking in two at the fourth
hatch and sinking.
Two boats were put off. One boat
was in charge of the first engineer and
contained besides him Miss Jones and
Mrs. 8S. F. Spencer, of Erie, Pa.; Mrs.
Cluckey, of West Bay City, Mich.;
Mrs. William Phillips; Adam Fiden,
Nick Fiden and C. H. Cluckey, two
fishermen, and one deck hand.
Battling with waves all night, the
occupants of the boat suffered terribly
from cold and exposure, and several
times the crew was almost forced to
give up the struggle. When day broke,
with land in sight, the party was in
an exhausted condition, but reached
shore after several attempts to land
at Little Sand Bay, where homestead-
ers took them to a farmhouse two
miles away.
CHILD BRUTALLY MURDERED
Mother Arrested For Killing Baby Be-
cause It “Was In the Way.”
New York, Sept. 5.—A confessed
accomplice in the murder of her 2-
year-old daughter, whose mutilated
body was subsequently bathed and
neatly clad in its best clothes and
then tossed into the open doorway of
a West Side tenement house, Agnes
Hyland, aged 23 years, was locked up
by the police.
Gustave Denser, a plumber, with
whom the woman lived as a house
keeper, is also under arrest. The
mother told the: police that Denser
killed her baby girl Gertrude because
it “was in the way,” and that she
helped to dispose of the body.
The janitor of the tenement stumbled
over the body, which was wrapped in
a newspaper and lay in a corner of
the dark stairway. Physicians found a
mortal wound on the temple, while the
face bore nine stab wounds, appar:
ently made by a penknife.
According to the mother, the child,
who was an attractive and robust
youngster, with a profusion of light
curly hair and blue eyes, was beaten
to death the previous night, because
Denser, who has three children of his
own, objected to her presence in the
home. Later the mother washed the
body to remove bloodstains and, dress-
ing it in a petticoat, white dress,
white cloak held at the waist with a
leather belt and patent leather shoes,
carried it to the doorway where it
was found.
KILLED BY BURSTING FLYWHEEL
Accident In McKeesport Tube Works
Causes Death of Five.
Pittsburg, Sept. 2—Four men were
killed, another is missing and is sup-
posed to have beeen blown to pieces,
and three more were seriously injured
by the bursting of a fiywheel at the
National Tube Company, McKeesport,
Pa., Two of the dead were skilled
workmen and Americans. The names
were John Farman and John Massung.
The others were foreigners.
The explosion occurred while over
four hundred men were at work in the
mill. The wheel was 55 feet in diame-
ter, and it went to pieces with a loud
report, tearing a big hole in the side
of the mill, and wrecking thousands of
dollars’ worth of machinery. The ex-
plosion caused much excitement, and
hundreds of people were attracted to
the plant.
BIG CROWD TO SEE AUTO RAC:S
Downpour of Rain Interfered With
Sport at Atlantic City.
Atlantic City, N. J., Sept. 5.—Forty
thcusand people gathered on the beach
here to witness the automobile races.
After three unimportant events had
been decided the races were declared
off for the day be :ause of a downpour
of rain. Ford refused to ride in the
one-mile race against time because the
crowd overran the beach and he was
afraid of an accident. Christie and
Campbell did not attempt to start
their racing machines. The postponed
events will be rum today, including
the big races in which Christie, Ford
and Camubell are entered.
Wife Dead, Husband Dying.
Lynchburg, Va., Sept. 5. — Mrs.
George W. Arnold was found dead and
her husband dying at their home a
short distance south of the city.
Arnold died before medical aid reach-
ed him. A box of poison was found in
the room and it is believed the case
is one of murder and suicide, the po-
lice theory being that Arnold poisoned
bie wife and then committed suicide.
Shot Wife In Mistake For Animal.
Livingston, Mont., Sept. 5—Dr. Cov-
entry, known as Dr. Abbo, a traveling
eye specialist, of Deadwood, S. D.,
while hunting bobcats near Clyde
Park, accidentally shot and killed his
wife. Mrs. Coventry had followed her
husband unknown to him and was ap-
proaching in the brush, when he mis- .
took her for an animal and fired. A
bullet pierced her brain.