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I SYNOPSIS. George Perelva! Algernon Jones, vice president of the Metropolitan Oriental Rug company of New York, thirsting for ro mance, Is In Cairo on a business trip. CHAPTER II. An Affable Rogue. The carriage containing the gentle man with the reversible cuffs drew up at the side entrance. Instantly the Arab guides surged and eddied round him; but their clamor broke against a composure as effective aagranite. The roar was almost directly succeeded by a low enire]e as of little waves reoed ing. The proposed victim had not spoken a word; to the Arabs it was not necessary; in some manner, subtle and indescribable, they recognized a brother. He carried a long, cylindri cal bundle wrapped in heavy paper variously secured by windings of thick twine. His regard for this bundle was one of tender solicitude, for he tucked It under his arm, cumbersome though It was, and waved aside the carriage- J porter, who was, however, permitted to carry in the kit-bag. The manager appeared. When comes he not upon the scene? His quick, calculating eye was not wholly as . sured. The stranger's homespun was travel-worn and time-worn, and of a cut popular to the season gone the year before. No fat letter of credit here, was the not unreasonable conclu sion reached by the manager. Still, with that caution acquired by years of experience, which had culminated in what is known as Swiss diplomacy, he brought into being the accustomed salutatory smile and inquired if the gentleman had written ahead for res ervauon, otnerwise it wouia not De possible to accommodate him. "I telegraphed," crisply. "The name, if you please?" "Ryanne; spelled R-y-a double-n e. Have you ever been in County Clare?" "No, sir." The manager added a question with the uplift of his eye brows. "Well," was the enlightening an swer, "you pronounce it as they do there." The manager scanned the little slip of paper his hand. "Ah, yes; we have reserved a room for you, sir. me r rencu styie raiu?r comuseu roe. This was not offered In irony, or sar casm, or satire; mining in a Swiss brain for the saving grace of humor is about as remunerative as the ex traction of gold from sea-water. Nev ertheless, the Swiss has the talent of swiftly subtracting from a confusion of ideas one point of illumination: there was a quality to the stranger's tone that decided him favorably. It was the voioe of a man in the habit of being obeyed; and in these days it was the power of money alon that obtained obedience to any man. Be yond this, the same nebulous cogita tion that had subdued the Arabs out side acted likewise upon him. Here was a brother. "Mail?" "I will see, sir." The manager sum moned a porter. "Room 208." The porter caught up the somewhat collapsed kit-bag, which had in all evi dence received some rough usage in its time, and reached toward the roll: Mr. Ryanne interposed. "I will see to that, my man," terse ly. "Yes, sir." "Where is your guest-list?" de manded Mr. Ryanne of the manager. "The head-porter's bureau, sir. I will see if you have any mail." The manager passed into his own bureau. It^was rather difficult to tell whether this man was an American or an Eng lishman. His acoent was western, but his manner was decidedly British. At any ratd, that tone and carriage must be bastioned by good English sover eigns, or for once his judgment was at fault. The porter dashed up-stairs. Mr. Ryanne, his bundle still snug under his arm, sauntered over to the head porter's bureau and ran his glance up - and down the columns of visiting cards. Once he nodded with approval, and again he smiled, having discov ered that which sent a ripple across Ws sleeping sense of amusement. Ma jor Callahan, room 206; Fortune Ched soye, 205; George P. A. Jones, 210. "Hm! the Major smells of County Antrim and the finest whisky in all the isle. Fortune Chedsoye; that is a pleasing name; tinkling brooks, the waving green grasses in the mead ows. the kine in the water thp ing shadows under the oaks; a pas toral, a bucolic name. To claim For tune for mine own; a happy thought." As he uttet-ed these poesy expres sions aloud, in a voice low and not un pleasing, for all that it was banter ing, the head-porter stared at him with mingling doubt and alarm; and as if to pronounce these emotions mutely for the benefit of the other, he per mitted his eyes to open their widest. "Tut, tut; that's all right, porter. I am cursed with the habit of speaking my inmost thoughts. Some persons are afflicted with insomnia; some fall asleep in church; I think orally. Beast ly habit, eh?" The porter then understood that he was dealing not with a species of mild lunacy, but with that kind of light-hearted cynicism upon which the world (as porters know it) had set its approving seal. In brief, he smiled faintly; and if he had any pleasantry to pass in turn, the approach of the manager, now clothed metaphorically in deferentialism, relegated it to the limbo of things thought but left unsaid. "Here is a letter for you, Mr. Ry anne. Have you any more luggage?" "No." Mr. Ryanne smiled. "Shall I pay for my room in advanoe?" - "Oh, no, sir!" Ten years ago the manager would have blushed at bav ing been so misunderstood. "Your room is 208." "Will you have a boy show me the way?" "I shall myself attend to that. If the room is not what you wish it may be exchanged." "The room is the one I telegraphed for. I am superstitious to a degree. On three boats I have had fine state rooms numbered 208. Twice *he num ber of my hotel room has been the same. On the last voyage there were 208 passengers, and the captain had made 208 voyages on the Mediterra nean." "Quite a coincident." "Ah, if roulette could be played with such a certainty." Mr. Ryanne sighed, hitched up his bundle, which, being heavy, was begin ning to wear upon his arm, and signi fied to the manager to lead the way. As they vanished round the corner to the lift, the head-porter studied the guest-list. He had looked over it a dozen times that day, but this was the first instance of his being really in terested in it. fAs his chin was fresh ly shaven he had no stubble to stroke to excite his mental processes; so he fell back, as we say, upon the con soling ends of his abundant mus tache. Curious; but all these persons were' occupying or about to occupy adjacent rooms. There was truly nothing mysterious about it, save that Vtn/4 /Ml f f 1TAKV lilt; ouau5^ uau piv^acu uui lutoo tci; names as a target for his banter. For tune Chedsoye; it was rather an un usual name; but as she had arrived only an hour or so before, he could not distinctly recall her features. And then, there was that word bucolic. He mentally turned it over and over as physically he was wont to do with post-cards left in his care to mail. He could make nothing of the word, except that it smacked of the East Indian plague. Here he was saved from further cerebral agony by a timely interrup tion. A man, who was not of bucolic persuasion either in dress or speech, urban from the tips of his bleached fingers to the bulb of his bibulous nose, leaned across the counter and asked if Mr. Horaoe Ryanne had yet arrived. Yes, he had just arrived; he was even now on his way to his room. The urban gentleman nodded. Then, with a finger slim and well-trimmed, lit) iraiicu up cutu uvnu iuu 5u^Ob-uou "Ha! I see that you have the Duke of What-d'-ye-call from Germany here. I'll give you my card. Send it up to Mr. Ryanne. No hurry. I shall be In again after dinner." He bustled off toward the door. He was pursy, well-fed, and decently dressed, the sort of a man who, when he moved in any direction, created the impression that he had an important engagement somewhere else or was paring minutes from time-tables.- For a man in his business it was a clever expedient, deceiving all but those who knew him. He hesitated at the door, _J M A Ran His Glance Up and Down however, as if he had changed his mind in the twenty-odd paces it took to reach it. He stared for a long period at the elderly gentleman who was watching the feluccas on the river through the window. The white mustache and imperial stood out in crisp relief against the ruddy sunburn on his face. If he was aware of this scrutiny on the part of the pursy gen tleman, he gave not the least sign. The revolving door spun round, send ing a puff of outdoor air into the lounging-room. The elderly gentleman then smiled, and applied his thumb and forefinger to the waxen point of his imperial. In the intervening time Mr. Ryanne entered his room, threw the bundle 011 the bed, sat down beside it, and read his letter. Shadows and lights moved across his face; frowns that hardened it, smiles that mellowed it. Women hold the trick of writing let ters. Do they hate, their thoughts flash and burn from line to line. Do they love, 'tis lettered music. Do they conspire, the breadth of their imagi nation Is without horizon. At best, man can Indite only a polite business letter, his love-notes were adjudged >\urnor or ijju-lk Ok AUN ON ' Ilki sfrciliorv^ by A1 COPYRIGHT 1911 by BOB! long since a maudlin collection of loose sentences. In this letter Mr. Ry anne found the three parts of life. "She's a good general; but hang these brimstone efforts of hers. ,She talks too much of heart. For my part, I prefer to regard it as a mere phys ical function, a pump, a motor, a pow er that gives action to the legs, either in coming or in going, more especially in going." He laughed. "Well, hers is the inspiration and hers is the law. And 'to think that she could plan all this on the spur of the moment, down | to the minutest detail! It's a science " He put the letter away, slid out his legs and glared at the dusty tips of his shoes. "The United Romance and Adventure Company, Ltd., of New York, London, and Paris. She has the greatest gift of all, the sense of hu mor." He rose and opened his kit-bag doubtfully. He rummaged about in the depths and at last straightened up with a mild oath. "Not a pair of cuffs in the whole outfit, not a shirt, not a collar. Oh, well, when a man has to leave Bagdad the way I did, over the back fence, so to speak, linen doesn't count." He drew down his cuffs, detached and reversed them, he turned his fold ing collar wrong-side out, and used the under side of the foot-rug as a shoe-poliBher. It was the ingenious procedure of a man who was used to being out late nights, who made all things answer all purposes. This rapid and singularly careless toilet com pleted, he centered his concern upon the more vital matter of finances. He was close to the nadir: four sover eigns, a florin, and a collection of bat tered coppers that would have tiokled the pulse of an amateur numismatist "No vintage to-night, my boy; no long, fat Havana, either. A bottle of ?*<->?>? <*r\A a fow raira nf nl HP-Tilt: I OlUUt. auu W *v?. r o , that's the pace we'll travel this eve ning. The United Romance aud Ad venture Company Is not listed at pres ent. If It was, I'd sell a few shares on my own hook. The kind Lord knows that I've stock enough and to spare." He laughed again, but with out the leaven of humor. "When the fool-killer snatches up the last fool, let rogues look to themselves; and fools are getting scarcer every day. "Perclval Algernon! 0 age of po ets! I wonder, does he wear high col lars and spats, or has she plumbed him accurately? She is generally right. But a man changes some in seven years. I'm an authority when It comes to that. Lqok what's happened to me in seven years! First, Horace, we -shall dine, then we'll smoke, our pipe in the billiard-room, then we'll softly approach Percival Algernon and introduce him to Sinbad. This in dependent excursion to Bagdad was a stroke on my part; it will work into the general plan as smoothly as if it had been grooved for the part. Sinbad. I might just as well have assumed that name: Horace Sinbad. sounds well and looks well." He mused in silence, his hand gently rubbing his chin; for he did possess the trick of talking aloud, in a low monotone, a habit acquired during periods of lone liness, when the sound of his own voice had succeeded in steadying his tottering mind. What a woman, what a wife, she would have been to the right man! Odd thing, a man can do almost any thing but direct his affections; they riust be drawn. She was not for him; ?.ay, not even on a desert isle. Doubt less he was a fool. In time she would have made him a rich man. Alack! It was always the one we pursued that we loved and never the one that pursued us. "I'm afraid of her; and there you are. There isn't a man living who has gone back of that Mona Lisa smile of hers. If she waB the last woman and I was the last man, I don't say." I Ma<TiDATH ts Jm Msk$ mi box ctv. , LO?Kjett^i$r_ 3S - MERRILL COMPANY He hunted for a cigarette, but failed to find one. "Almost at the bottom, boy; the winter of our discontent, and no sun of York to make it glorious. Twenty-four hundred at cards, and to lose it like a tyro! Wallace has taught me all he knows, but I'm a booby. Twenty-four hundred, firm's monesy. It's a failing of mine, the firm's money. But, damn it all^ I can't cheat a man at cards; I'd rather cut his throat." He found bis pipe, and a careful search of the corners of his coat-pock ets revealed a meager pipeful of to bacco. He picked out the little balls of wool, the ground-coffee, the cloves, and pushed the charge home into the crusted bowl of'his briar. "To the devil with economy! A pint of burgundy and a perfecto if they hale us tp jail for it. I'm dead tired. I've seen three corners in bell in the past two months. I'm going as far as four sovereigns will take me. . . . fortune Chedsoye." His blue eyes became less hard and his mouth less defiant. "I repeat, 'the heart should be nothing but a pump. Oth erwise it gets in the way, becomes ar obstruction, a bottomless pit Will power, that's the ticket. 1 can face a lion without an extra beat, I can face the various countenances of death without an additional flutter; and yat, here's a girl who, when I see her or think of her, sends the pulse soaring from seventy-seven up to eighty-four. Bad business; besides, it's so infer nally unfashionable. It's hard work for a man to k$ep his balance 'twixt the devil and the deep, blue sea; Glo conda on one side and Fortune on tiae other, uioconaa throws open winaorvs and doors at my approach; but For tune locks and bars hers, nor knocks at mine. That's the way it always goes. "If a man could only go back ton Everything Worth While Seemed to years and take a new start. Ass!" balling his fist at the reflection in the mirror. "Snivel and whine over the bed of your own malting. You had your opportunity, but you listened to the popping of champagne-corks, the muttsr of cards, the inaLe drivel of chorus-ladies. You had a decent col lege record, too. Bah! What a guile Shedding of Sunshine Will Be Found to Have Good Effect on Those Who Practice It It was Mr. Barrie who quaintly said: "Women who bring sunshine into the lief of others cannot keep it from themselves." Thot a reeioe to learn and apply. J If you will not try to be a spreader of joy for the joy it gives do so from selfish motives. Girls may think this farfetched. Theii) one thought Is to snatch at joy for themselves. It takeB experience, perhaps bitter experience, to learn that the joy that counts most Is the one with a rebound. Like a rubber ball, the harder you throw it the quicker it returns. The girl who start:? on a Joy quest for herself cannot say: "I'll be nice to poor Maria, she hasi had such a stupid time," and then go about her sunshine shedding with patronizing airs. S.ae may give joy, but the chances are that her patronage will be felt and resent ed. The sunshine that counts glows in the heart and must come out. One need not go into sunshine soci 4 -v';-v m. ^s'S'vv&rl? b<< less fool you were! You ran on, didn't you, till you found your neck In the loop at the end of the rope? And perhaps that Boft-footed, estimable brother of yours didn't yank It taut as a hangman's? You heard the codicil; Into one ear and out the other. Even then you had your chance; patience for two short years, and a million. No, a thousand times no. You knew what you were about, empty-headed fool! And today, two pennies for a dead man's eyes." , He dropped hla flat dejectedly. Where had the first step begun? And where would be the last? In some drab corner, posnibly; drink, mor phine, or starvation; he'd never have the courage to finish It with a bullet ne Wits U11LG1. I worth while seemed to have slipped | through his fingers, his pleasure-lov-1 ing fingers. "Com?, come, Horace; buck up. Still the ruby kindles in the vine. No turning back now. We'll go on till we come bang! against the wall. There may be some good bouts between here and there. I wonder what Gioconda would say if she knew why I was so eager for this game?" He went down to dinnef, and they gave him a table in an obscure corner, as a subtle reminder that his style was ;jasse. He didn't care; he was hungry and thirsty. He could see nearly every one, even if only a few could see .him. This was somewhat to his vantage. He endeavored to pick out Percival Alger non; but there "were too many high collars, too many monocles. So he contented himself with a mild philo sophical observance of the scene. The murmur of voices, rising as tha.-wail of the violins sank, sinking as the wail rose; the tinkle of glass and china, the silver and linen, the pretty women in their rustling gowns, the delicate perfumes, the flash of an arm, the glint of a polished shoulder; this was the essence of life he coveted. He smiled at the thought and the sure knowledge that he was not the only wolf in the fold. Ay, and who among Have Slipped Through His Fingers. these dainty Bed Riding Hoods might be fooled by a vulpine grandmother? Truth, wh$n a fellow winnowed it all down to a handful, there were only fools and rogues. If one was a fool, the rogue got you, and he in turn de voured himself. He held his glass toward the table lamp, moved It slowly to and fro un oy to Others eties to bask in the rays of joy giving. Nor need that sunshine be for out siders. Sunshine-shedding, like char ity, can profitably begin at home. It is not so exciting, perhaps, to try to brighten the lives of mother or small brother or sister as it is to be a Lady Bountiful, but the reflex action is quite as strong. Try shedding sunshine wherever you are. Do not let a day pass without do ing some little thing to brighten that day for some one else, and you will find your day more joyful. Mystery of Love. If a man should importune me to give a reason why I loved him I find it could no otherwise be expressed than by making answer, because it was he; because it was I. There is beyond all that I am able to say, I know not what inexplicable and fated power that brought on this union.? Montaigne. ' Immense Floating Drydocks. A floating drydock with a lifting ca pacity of thirty thousand tons has been built for the British admiralty. V ' ' t : . ' V ' der his ncse, epicureanly; i:hen he ! sipped the wine. Something like! It ran across his tongue and down his threat In tingling fire, nectarious; and he went half way to Oiymputi, to the feet of the gods. For weeku he had lived In the vilest haunts, in desperate I straits, his life in his open hands; and 1 now once more he had crawled from j the depths to the outer cruut of the j world. It did not matter that he was destined to go down into tbe depths ! again; so long as the spark burned < he was goipg to crawl back each time. ' Damnable luck! He could have lived like a prinoe. Twenty-four hundred, and all in two nights, a steady stream of gold Into the pockets of men whom he could have cheated with consum mate ease, and didn't A line wolf, whose predatory instincts were still riveted to that obsolete thing called conscience! "Conscience? Rot! Let us for once be frank and write it down as caution, as fear of publicity, anything but the white guardian-angel of the | immortality of the soul. Heap up the gold, Apollyon; heap it up, h!igher and higher, till not a squeak of that still small voice that once awoke the chap in the Old Testament can ever again be heard. Now, no more retrospection, , Horace; no more analysis; the vital question simmers down to this: 'If 1 Percival Algernon balks, how far will t four sovereigns go?" CHAPTER III. The Holy Yhl'ordes. George drank bis burgundy perfunc torily. Had It been astringent as the native wine of Corsica, he would not have noticed it. The little nerves that ran from his tongue to his brain had temporarily lost the power of com munication. And all 'because of the girl acrosd the way. He couldn't keep his eyes from wandering in her di rection. She faced him diagonally. ] She ate but little, and when the elder ly gentleman poured out for her a glass of sauterne, she motioned it aside, rested her chin upon her fold ed hands, and' stared not at but through her vis-a-vis. It was a lovely head, topped with colls of. lustrous, light brown hair; an oval face, of white and rose and Ivory toneu; scarlet lips, a small, reg ular nose, and a chin the soft round ness of which hid the resolute lift' to it. To these attributes of loveliness j was added a perfect form, the long,'! flowing curves of youth, not the abrupt; contours of maturity. George couldn't recollect when he had been so im pressed by a face. From the moment' she had stepped down from the car- j riage, his interest had been drawn,' and had grown to such dimensions that when he entered the dining-room 1 ' ?'* ??? i?acorrVicH for nis - her table. What luck in finding her across the way! He questioned if he had ever seen her before. There was something familiar; the delicate pro file stirred some sleeping memory but did not wake it. How to meet her, and when he did i meet her, how to interest her? If she I would only drop her handkerchief, her ' purse, something to give him an ex-! cuse, an opening. Ah, he was certain that this time the hydra-headed one should not overcome him. To gain her attention and to hold It, he would . have faced a lion, a tiger, a wild-ele phant. To diagnose these symptoms might not be fair to George. "Love at first sight" reads well and sounds well, but we hoaryrheaded philoso phers know that the phrase is only j poetical license. Once, and only once, she looked in his direction. It swept over him with the chill of a winter wind that he meant as much to her as a tree, a fence, a meadow, as seen from the window of a speeding railway train. But this observation, transient as it was, left with him the indelible im pression that her eyes were the sad J?4 v- ivop appn/ Whv? Why i QCSL IH2 liau v. ? . should a young and beautiful girl have ' eyes like that? It could not mean | physical weariness, else the face ! would in some way have expressed it. The elderly man appeared to do his i Ijest to animate her; he iwas kindly and courteous and by the gentle way he laughed at intervals was trying to bolster up the situation with a jest or two. The girl never so much as smiled, or shrugged her shoulders; she was as : responsive to these ovewiures as mar- ' ble would have been. (TO BE CONTINUED.) 1 Surprise Boxes in Shark Stomachs! Fishermen in the Caribbean sea re- | cently found in the stomach of a shark \ which they had killed a good sized bottle in which was a half-decipher able letter from a shipwrecked, sailor. ! * ? i? Many sucn rencs nave uwu iuuuu, iu one case a lady's bracelet was found 1 in a state of perfect preservation, to- ; gether with a silver spoon and a thou- i sand Spanish reals in flioney. The > curious feature of the finding of the j money was that it was In an official ! receptacle lost in the city of Spanish , Town (Jamaica) during a negro upris- : ing in the seventeenth century. Where ' had it been meantime? Surely not In ' the shark's stomach, unless the shark lives a much longer time (or some of j them) than science has any reason to , suppose possible. On the other hand, j if in the sea it would have been ren dered unrecognizable in a few weeks. I Had it been in the possession of some one shipwrecked, why had it been left intact? The conclusion war inevit able that the shark must have fished it out from a compartment of some long-submerged vessel. ? Harper's Weekly. Uncle Pennywise Says: Some of us can laugh when the joke is on us; but none of us brieve in carrying that kind of a Joke too far. ../ ...iiv- , WILL RECLAIM LAI FORMAL, BEGINNING OF HUGE - { * ' Vt DRAINAGE PROJECT IN ROBE- ^ SON COUNTY. ' ' 33,000 ACRES ARE EFFECTED r ; '3 Th? Celebration Was at Alma, Whera the Dredge Shovel Wat Christened H and the Addresses Were Delivered ?Many People Attended. -y$& Maxton.?The formal beginning of the construction work of the Back .? l - - . ~ .4 swamp ana jacoo swamp drainage canal w^s celebrated at Alma near here several days go. The celebra- ,r tion occurred in a grove at the head r-., of the swamp where the dredge boat is looated, and was attended by 500 persons, mostly farmers who hold' lands in the drainage district. Caro- . Una College and the Maxfon graded - M schools sent a delegation df 1,00 or more young ladles and school chil- j f? dren. % G. B. Patterson read a telegram , ' from Dr. Joseph Hyde Pratt, who is detained as a witness in & ca^e be ing tried in Cabarrus court at Con cord, and a letter from P. P. Wet more drainage engineer, who was also detained there. Mr. Patterson introduced Oscar I?, Clark, of . Bladen, and Joseph A. Brown of Columbia, wjfcio delivered ad- . $ dresses. . After the speaking, the crowd visited the dredge boat and A witnessed it pulling stumpB and dig eine the channel, after which the ^08 christening ceremony waa performed! 1 A bottle containing Lumber Bridge ' - water waa broken over the dredge shovel by Miss Evelyn Sellers, daugh ter of Col. G. B. Selers, chairman of the drainage commission.* It will take two years to complete the canal, which will be 22 miles ' long, starting three miles south of Mazton and emptying into Lumber Bridge three miles below, LumbertOn. It will drain over 33,000 acres ?? land and will cost, $150,000. Mope To Secure Large Registration. Wilmington.?The leaders of tie Democratic party in New Hanover county hope to secure a registration .7 of 4,000 voters for the approaching election. Ninety per cent of these, of , ' course, are Democrats. This would * give New Hanover 70 votes in the congressional, senatorial and judicial conventions and 23 in tne staie con- ,-t vention, thus placing the county along with other big coutles of the state in the councils' Of the Democratic party. __ ? Have Not Turned !n Expense Acfcount. Washington.?None of the candi dates l'or the Senate in North Caro- , lina have turned in the first Install ment of his expense account which was due several days ago. There, la considerable curiosity to see just what the campaign is costing Sena tor Simmons, Governor Kltchin and 1 ; Judge Clark. The publicity law v'* quires an accounting 15 days before a primary and 15 days after one. There is some doubt in.the minds of Senate officials as to whether the pu blicity law. applies in a primary like the one North Carolina is having. ' ; ' 4 V.1 ' ?' 1 ' . *?[I Run Down by Switch Engine. / Asheville.?C. R McCoy, formerly of Statesville, but for the last foul* years weighmaster ?in the local Southern Railway yards, was run down by a switching engine and almost Instantly killed. The injured man was horribly mangled and died in about twenty min utes after being picked up. He never regained consciousness. Just how the accident occurred is not known, but it is thought that he had his hat pulled over his'eyes on account of the wind and did not see the engine. Raleigh.?Sherwood Hlggs and Jaa. < Hicks, the two negroes who are charg ed with etahblng the Mexican Morrillis, were committed to Wake jail until Jv Morillis recovers sufficiently for the hearing. Morillis is gradually im proving and will recover. At first: it was thought that he could not live. ]'i Politics In Halifax County. i, ' Scotland Neck.?The camaign now drawing to a close has been one of vi the quietest that has ever been con- - ducted in Halifax county.' There has been absolutely no account taken of county politics since the primaries fy were held some time ago. The ticket then nominated had no opposition and . . will be elected next month. The Bull Moosers called a meeting some time ago to be held in Halifax, but if they ever held it nothing has been heard of it. It seems that it all ended with the call. Preparing For Conference. High Point.?Dr. J. H. Barnhardt, pastor of the Washington Street Methodist church, is doing all possi ble to make the coming of the 23rd anr.u.U assembling of the Western North Carolina conference, which con venes in High Point November 20th next, a successfully entertained one. Some four or five hundred ministers, delegates and visitors will be in at tendance. This conference, which is among the largest Christian organi zations in the South, will be presided over by Bishop Collins Denny. Preparing for Wilson Day. Raleigh.?jHon. Chas. A. Webb, as state chairman of the Democratic ex ecutive committee, is getting well un der way preparations for the observ ance of Woodrow Wilson Day through out North Carolina, November 2d. The demonstrations in the smaller places will be at 4 o'clock in the afternoon and in the larger towns and cities at night. There will be a special mes sage from Governor Wilson read at each of these meetings all over the country, the movement being really nation-wide. .' > >. v - '