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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,
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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
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' 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.
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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. ' ;
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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.
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