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"Che ^^Ng^ His To\vis^yf Marie VaixVorst" <\\ AVK Bne WM standing usViOsaiy by tbe table A man? of lettere sent by "P? Th? Boy Flung th? Contents Full In th? Hungarian's face. ntal messenger from Loudon after her, telegrams and cards lay there In a pile Looking down a: the lot, she murmured: "All right. I don't care " H? concealed his triumph, but be? fore the look had faded from his face ?bo saw It and exclaimed sharply: "Don't be **~aiy about it. you know. You'll have t* pay high for me; you know what I mean." He answered gallantly: "My dear ehlld. I've told you that you would be tbe moet charming princesa in Hun? gary Onee more the accepted Indifferent ty: "All right, all right, I don't care tuppence?not tuppence"?and she ?napped ber fingers; "but I like to see you pay. Predcrlgo Take me to Max He demurred, saying ahe waa far too M. but she turned from him to call lllgglna, determined to go If the had at go alone, and said to him violently: Doo't think I'll make your life eaay lor you. Prederlgo. I'll make It arretched; aa wretched?" and she bold out her fragile arms, and the sleeves fell back, leaving them bare? "as wretched aa I am myself." But she was lovely, and he said ?arshly. "Get yourself dressed. I'll |o change and meet you at the lift. 8he made him take a table in the sorner. where she sat In the shadow ?a the sofa, overlooking the brilliant room Maxim's was no new scene to stther of them, no novelty. Ponlo? towaky scarcely glanced at the crowd, preferring to fesst his eyes on hH ?ompanlon, whose indifference to him nade his abstraction easy, She was lie property. He would give her his title; she bad demanded it from the Irat. The Hungarian was a little over tressed, with his jeweled buttons, his targe boutonniere. his faultless tlothes. his single eye-glass through which he stsred at Letty Lane, whose tollcate beauty was tn fine play; her ibeeks faintly pink, her starry eyes tumid with a dew whose luster Is of :he most precious quality. Her un ?bed tears had nor hing to do with Pontotowsky?they were for the boy. Her heart sickernd, thinking where le mlghr be; snd more than that, it tried out for him. She wanted him Oh. she would have been far better tor Pan than anything he could find sj this mad city, than anything to vhlch In his despair ho could go for ?onsolatlon. She had kept her word, towever. to that old man. Mr. Rug (les; she hnd got out of IBS business eith a fatal result, as far as the boy eaa concerned she thought Dan would drift here probably as most Americans on their wild niahts do for i part of the time, and she had come /o aee Hhe wore a dress of coral pink, aghtly Atting, high to her little chin, ind seemed herself like a coral strand rem nesk to l<?\ ( lad In the color she iffected. and which had become cele ?rated as the Lgttg Lane pink. Her eethercd h it hid her fa< e. and she eaa completely shielded as she bent lown drawing aJgtBfsjg with k?<r haro Inger on the cloth Mtgf a little vhlle she said to IVmlntowsky with nit glancing at him "If you stare any longer like that rVederlgo vu'll br?-*k roui eyeglass, fou know how I bats it N 1Tsed as BO was to her sharpness, ?e BSJSjejfOsttsJgg flushed and nat hack ind IgSJBed " ' I 11.g] ? 1 er?>, to .heir rfrht. afOtSSggti fr< in them as .hey were from him bv great door % young man *at alone Whether or lot he had fCjgM to .Maxim'? Intending lo join ? congenial party, should he find one or to choose for a companion nome one of th?? women who at the entrance of the tall blond boy Stirred ?let Invited him with fhelr ratso-d iorgnons and their Bmilee,Wltl BOl he known I ?an itlalr ?;m alone pale a* tbe pictures Lgttf LaBi had drawn Of the cloth and he. too. feasted his eve* on the Qaftgtj girl Hv .Toy*'" aald the Hungarian Bend us your Job work. under his breath, and the eageny asked: "Whar? Whom? Whom do rou see?" Turning his back sharply he evaded her question and she did not pursue the idea, and as a physical weakness overwhelmed her when Ponlotowsky ifter a second said: "Come, cherle. for heaven's sake, let's go"?she me? chanically rose and passed out. Several young men supping together came over eagerly to speak to her and claim acquaintance with the Qa ety girl, and walked along out to th motor There Letty Lane discovered ?he bad dropped her handkerchlei. and sent the prince back tor It. As though he bad been waiting for the reappearance of Ponlotowsky, Dai Blair stood close to the little tabl ? which Letty I^ane had left, her hand? kerchief in his hand. As Ponlotowsky rame up Dan thrust the small trifle of sheer linen into hla waistcoat pocket. "I will trouble you for Miss Lane'a handkerchief." said Ponlotowsky, hi* eyes cold. "You may." said Dan us quietly, his blue eyes like sparks from a star, "trouble me for hell!" And lifting from the table Ponlotowsky's own half-emptied glass of champagne, the boy flung the contents full in the Hungarian's face. The wine dashed against Ponitowsky'r lips and In his eyes. Blair laughed out loud, his bands in bis pockets The Insult was low and noiseless; the little glass shattered as it fell so soft iy that with the music its gentle crash was unheard. Ponlotowsky wiped his face tran qullly and bowed. "You shall hear from me after 1 have taken Miss Lane home." "Tell her." sa d the boy. "wtere you left the handkerchief, that's tdl." CHAPTER XXVIII. ? i Such Stuff ss Drssms. Dan was iu his room at the hotel. He woke and then alept again. Noth? ing seemed strange to him?nothing seemed real. It was three o'clock in the morning, the rumble of Paris was dull; It did not disturb him, for he seemed without the body and to have grown giantlike, anil to fill the room. He had a sense of suffocation and the ncod to break through the windows and to escape kito ether. The entrance of Ponlotowsky's two friends was a part with the ggBreOl naturalness. One was a Roumanian, the other a Frenchman?both' spoke fluent English. Dan, his eyes fixed on the foreign faces, only half, saw them; they blurred, their voices were small and far away. Finally he said: "All right, all right, I can shoot well enough; this kind of thing isn't our custom, you know?I'd as soon kill , him one way as another, as a matter | of fact No, I don't know a darned soul here. ' There was a confab 1e comprehensible to Dan. "It's all one to me, gentlemen." he said. "I'd rath? er not drag in my friends Fix it up to suit yourselves." He wanted them to go?to be alone ?to stretch his arms, to rid himself of the burden of sense and be fre< . And after they had left, he remained In his window till dawn, it came soon, midsummer dawn, a singularly tender morning in his heart. His mind worked with great rapidity. He had made hla will in the States. He wished he could have left everything to Letty Lane, hut if. as Kuggles said, he was a pauper? Perhaps it wasn't ( a lie after all. Dan had written and telegraphed Kuggles asking for the 1 solemn truth, ami also telling him ' where he was and asking tho older 1 man to come over. If Kuggles proved | ho was poor, why. some Ol his bur? den was gone. His money had boon a burden, he knew It now. He might have no use for money the next day What good could It do him In a tlx like this? He wa* to meet Ponlo? towsky at five o'clock i:i a place whose namo he cou'dn't r< rail, Hi had seen it advertised, though; people went there for lunch They were to shoot at tweuty five paces?he might he a Rockefeller or r. b?ggar for all the good his money I i'd d I hitn In a pirn h like this. Ills father Wouldn't approve, tho old man wouldn't approve, but ho had sent him here to leant tho ways of th<- < id world a flickering smile crossed his beautiful, *et face His les ?ons hadn't dona him muck good; ha WOOld likn to have seen good old (lor don Qaloroy ag.iin. ha loted Mm ho had go use for Rugglei no ugi It had been all his fault. His mind reached oul to hti father, and Hie old man's words coma dinning buck: "lhiy the thlm.- I that stay ibOYO ground, my boy." What, were thOtO things'* Ho ht I Ihoughl they wer? passion ho had thought they were h ve. agd ho hp'l t"it all 0Q one w? 1? an She couldn't stand by him. now that he was poor Tho spasm in bis heart was so sharp that he made a low sound In his throat and leaned against the casing of the Olve us your Job work. window. He must fee ner, touch her once more. The fellows Pontotowaky's seconds had chosen to be Dan's representatives came In to "fix hlra up." They were In frock coats and carried their silk hats and their gloves. He could have laughed at them. Then they made him think of undertakers, and his Mocd grew cold. He bandied the re? volvers with care and Interest "I'm not going to let him murder me, you know." ho told his seconds. They helped him to dress, at least one of them did. while the other took Dan's place by the window and looked to the boy like a figure of death. The hour was getting on; he heard his own motor drive up. and they went down, through the deserted hotel. The men who h: d consented to act for Dan regarded their principal curious? ly. He wasn't pale, there was a bright? ness on his face. "Partons," said one of them, and told Hlair'a chauffeur where to go and how to run. "Partons." CHAPTER XXIX. The Picture of It All. As far as his knowing anything o" the customs of it all, It was like lead lng a lamb to slaughter. Yillebon. lovely, vernal, at a later hour the spot for gay breakfasts and gentle rendezvous, had been desig? nated for the meeting between Dan and Poniotowsky. There in his motor he gave up his effort to set his thoughts clear. Nothing settled doWn. Even the ground they dew over, the trees with their chestnut plumes, blurred, were Indl tlnct, nebulous, as If seen through a diving-bell under the sea. Fear?he didn't know the word. He wasn't afraid - it wasn't that; yet he had a certainty that it was all up with him. He was young?very young ?aud ho hadn't done much with the job. His father would have been ashamed of him Then all his thoughts went to Her. Thr two men In the motor floated oil and she sat there as she had sat yesterday In her marvel* ously pretty cloth.es?her little coral ihogg, He had held those bright, little feet In his hands on the Thames day; they had just filled his great hands. Then Letty Lane, too, spirited away, and the boy's th nights turned to the man he waa to meet. "The affairs are purely formal," he had heard ?ome one say, "an exchange of balls, with? out serious results." One of his companions offered Blair a cigar. He refused, the idea sick? ened him. Here fhe gentlemen ex? changed glances, and one murmured: "Is he afraid?" The other shrugged. "Not astonishing he's a child." At this Dan glanced up and smiled ?what Lily. Duchess of Breakwater, had called his divine young smile. The two secretly were ashamed?he was charming. As they got out of the motor Dan said: "I want to ask a question of Prince Poniotowsky?if it is allowed. I'll write it on my card." After a conference between Prince Poniotowsky*! seconds and Dan's, the slip was handed the jrlnce. "If you get out ali right, will you marry Mlsi Lane? I shall be glad to know." The Hungarian, who read it under the tree, half smiled. The naivete of it, the touching youth of It, the crude lack of form -was perfect enough to touch his sense of humor. On the back of Dan's card Poniotowsky scrawled: "1 es. It was a haughty inclination, a ear lute of honor before the fight. The meeting place was within sight of the little rustic pavilion of Les Trois AgneaUX, celebrated for Its pre sale and belgnets; the advertisements bad confronted Dan everywhere during his wanderings these miserable days. Dan Blair and the Prince Took Their Positions, the Revolvers Raised Per? pendicularly in Their Right Hands. Under a group of chestnut trees In bright feathery flower Prince Ponio? towsky ami his seconds waited, their frock C ?ata buttoned up and their glOVOS and silk hats in their hands. As Blair and his companions came up the others stood uncovered, grim and formal, according to the code. Twenty-five pares. They were measured off by the four seconds, and nt their signal Dan filalr and the prince took their positions, the re rolvers raised [>erpeTiulcul?TTy 1h*lhelr right hands. Htlll more indistinctly tin* hoy saw th.j sharp-cut plcturo of 1t all . the ?Uving hell was sinking deeper? deeper Into the sea "It I aim," he said to himself, "I I ball KIM sure sure " lilalr heard the command: "Fire!" and supposed that after that he fired. Send ut your Job work. CHAPTER XXX. Sodawater Fountain Girl. Hla next eensation was that a warm stream flowed about his heart. "My life's blood," he could dimly think, "my heart's blood." Redder than coral, more precious, more costly than any gift his millions could have bought her. "I've spent it (or the girl I love." The stream pervaded him. i caressed him. folded his limbs about, became an enchanted sea on which he floated, and Its color chaugej from Crimson to coral pale, and then to white, and became a cold, coli polar sea?and he lay on It like a frozen man, whose exploration had been in vain, and above him Greenland's icy mountains rose like emerald. 0:1 every side. That is it?"Greenland's icy moun? tains." How she sang it?down? down. Her voice fell on him like magic balm. He was a little boy in church, sitting small and shy in the pew. The tune was deep and low and heavenly sweet. What a pretty mouth the soda-fountain girl had?like coral; and her eyes like gray sous. Tho files buzzed, they droned so loud? ly that he couldn't hear her. Ah, that was terrible?ho couldn't hear her. No?no, it wouldn't do. He must hear the hymn out before he died. Buzz?buzz?drone ?drone. Way down he almost heard the Bofl note. It was ecstasy. Sky?high up? too faint. Ah. Sodawator Fountain Girl?sing?sing ?with all your heart so that it may reach his ears and charm him to those strands toward which he floats. The expression of anguish on the young fellow's face was so heart? breaking that the doctor, his ear at Dan's lips, tried I > learn what thing his poor, fading mind longed for. From the bed's foot, where he stood, Dan's chauffeur came to the gentle? man's side, and n )dded: "Right, sir. right, sir?I'll fetch Miss Lane- I'll 'ave 'or 'ere. sir?keep up, Mr. Blair." He was going barefoot, a boy still following the ploa through the moun? tain Heids. Miles and miles stretched away before him oi dark, loamy laud. II? saw tho plow tear up the waving furrows, tossing tho earth in sprink? ling lines. He luard the shrill note of the phoebc bird, and looking heav? enward saw it darting Into the pale sky. "What a dandy shot!" he thought, "What a bully shot!" Prince Ponlotowsky had made a good shot. . . . Ah. there was the smell of the hay fields?no?violets that sweetly laid their petals on his lips and face. He was back again in church, lying prone before an altar. If she would only sing, he would rise again?that he knew?and her coral shoes would not dance over his grave. He opened his eyes wide and looked Into Letty Lane's. She bent over him. crying. "Sing," he whispered. She didn't understand. "Sodawater Fountain Girl?If you only know how . . . the flies buzzed, and how tho droning was a living pain. . . ." She said to Ruggles: "He wants something so heartbreaklngly?what "an we do?" She saw his hands stir rhythmically on the counterpane?he rjidn't look to her more than ten years jld. . . What a cruel thing?he \vas a boy just 01 age--a boy? Ruggles remonifered the nights ho had spent before tho footlights of the Gaiety, and that the pale woman trem bling there weeping was a great sing rr. "I guess he wauts to hear you sing." Sho kneeled down by him; she trembled so she couldn't stand. Tho others, the doctor and Ruggles. the waiters and porters gathered in 'he hall, heard. No one of them un? derstood the Gaiety girl's English aords. "From Greenland's Icy mountains, From India's coral strands . . ." 1 They wore merciful and let him listen in peace. Through tho blur in lis brain, over tho beat of his young ardent heart, above tho short breaths the notes reached his failing senses, and lifted him?lifted him. There ivasn't a very long distance between als boyhood and his twenty-two years lo go. and he was not so weak but ' .hat he could travel so far. I He sat there by his father again? and heard. Tho flies buzzed, and le didn't mind them. The smell of the . fields came In through the windows and tho Sodawater Fountain Girl saflg j ?and sang; and as she sang her face Krow holy to his eyes ?radiant with a beauty ho had not dreamed a wom in's (ace could wear. Above tho choir rail sho stood and sang peerlessly, and the (hutch began to knie and ade and still she stood there in a lhaft of light, and her face was like in angel's, and she held her arms out :o him us the waters rose to his lips. She bent and lifted him?lifted him llgh upon tho strands. . . . CHAPTKR XXXI. In Reality. Dan awoke from his dream, and sat I mddenly up in bed in bis shirt sleeves, iml stated at the people In his roam 1 hotel boy and two strangers, not un Ike the tuen in his dream lb' ? irushed his hnnd across his eyes "Sit down, will you? Ho >?ut speak I English?" 1 They were foreigners, but they did I ipeak English, no doubt far mote per ectly than did 1 ?an Blair. "Look here " ihe boy said. "I don't tnow what's the matter with me i nUHt have had n ripping Jag on last likht -lei me put my head In a basin >f water, will y< ???" He dived Into the dressing r k>iu, Send us your Job work. inn came out In another second, his 'jlond head wet, wiping his face and ?alr furiously with a towel. He hadn't >eamed as he did now on the9e two dr?nge men?for w^eks. "Well." he asked slowly, "I expect you've come to ask me to fight with Prince Poniotowsky ? yes? It's igatnst onr principles, you know, In '.he States?we don't do that way. Personally, Id throw anything at him could lay my hands on. bin I don't !are to have him let daylight through .hp. and I don't care to kill your rlend. See? I'm an American?yes, know, I know," he nodded sagely, 'but we don't have your kind of fights itlt our way. It means business when ee go out to shoot." Ho threw the towel down on the able, soaking wet as it was, put his lands in the pockets of his evening :!othes, which he etill wore, for he lad not undressed, threw his young, ilond head back and frankly told his rial tors: "I'm not up on swords. I've seen .horn In pictures and read about them. DUt I'll be darned if I've ever had one n my hand." His expression changed at tbe quiet 'osroTise of Poniotowsky's seconds. "Gee. Whew!" h'1 exclaimed, "he loes. does he? Twenty paces?re? volvers?why. he's a bird -a bird!" A Blight flush rose along Dan's :heeks. "I neve; liked him. and you lon't want to hear what I think of lim. But I'll be d:irned if he isn't a jird." His eyes caught sight of a blue en? velop on the table. He tore the tele? gram open. It was Uusgles' answer :o his question: "Quite true. Toll you about it. Ar? rive your hotel around noon." The dispatch Informed him that he was really a pauper and also that he bad a second for his duel with Poniotowsky. His guests stood for aially before the young barbarian. "Look here." he continued amiably, "I Can't meet your Dago friend like this, it's not fair. He hasn't seen mo eiioot; it isn't for me to say it, but I can't miss. Hold." he interrupted, "he has. too. He was at the Galoreys* at that first shoot. Ah?well, I refuse, tell him so. will you? Tell him I'm fin American and a cowboy and that for me a duel at twenty paces with a pistol would mean murder. I like his pluck?it's all right?tell him anything you like. He ought to have chosen swords. He would have had me there." They retired as formally as they had entered, and took his answer to their client, and after a bath and careful toilet Dan went out. leaving a line for Ruggles, to say that he would be at the hotel to meet him at noon. CHAPTER XXXII. The Prince Accepts. The Hungarian, in the Continental, was drinking his coffee in his room when his friends found him. He listened to w hat they had to say cool? ly. His eye-glass gave him an air of full dress even at this early hour. Poniotowsky had not fallen Into' a deep sleep and had a dream as Dan Plair had?imh ed he had only reached his room the night before when a let? ter had been brought him from Miss Lane. He was used to her caprices, which were countless, and he neve: left her with any certainty that he should see her again, or with any idea of What "her Tiext move "would be. The letter read: i i "It's no use. I Just can't. I've always told you so, and I mean it. I'm tired out I ?I want to go away and never see any I one ajjain. I want to die. I shall be , dead next year, und I don't (are. Please leave me ukm*> and don't come to see me, and for heaven's sake don't bore me with notes.' When Poniotowsky received this note he had shrugged, and decided I that if he lived after his duel with ! the young savage he would go to see the actress, taking a jewel or a gift? he would get her a Pomeranian dog. and all would be well. Ho listened coolly to what his friends had to say. "Cost uu enfant." one of them re? marked sneeringly. "In my mind, he is a coward," said ! the other. "On the contrary," answered Ponlo | towsky coolly, "he shoots to perfection. j You will be surprised to hear that 1 admire his refusal. 1 accept his de? cision, as his skill is unquestioned with arms. I choose to look upon this reply as an apology. I would like to have you inform Mr. lUalr of this fact. He's young enough to be my son and he is a barbarian. The IncldOUt la closed." He put Letty Lane's note In his pocket, and leisurely prepared to go I out on the Hue de Castlgllone to buy her a Pomeranian dog. CHAPTER XXXIII. The Things Above Ground. Hlgglns let bim In, and across the room lilalr saw the figure of the ac? tress against the light of 'he long window. Her back was to him as he rajne up. and though she knew who it was. she was far from dreaming how different a man it was that came in to oo her this morning from the one she had known. ' Won't you turn around and hid me goodby?" ho asked her. "I'm go? ing away." She gave him a languid hand with? out looking at him "Has Hlgglns gone?" "Yes Won't you turn round aiul say how-de-do, and good-by? Gosh,1 be cried as she turned, "how pale you are. darling" And be took her In his arms. The vision he had had of her in her coral colored dress at Maxim s gave place to the more radiant one which (live us your Job work. had shone on him In his curious dream. "Are you very ill?" he murmured. "Speak to me?tell me?are you go iDg to die?" "Don't be a goose, boy." "I've had a wire from Ruggles," Dan said; "he tells roe It's true. I have nothing but my own feet to stand on, and I'm as poor as Job's turkey." Looking at ber impressive? ly, he added1, "1 only mind because to will be hard on you." "Hard on me?'" "Yes, you'll have to start poor Mother did with father, out there 1c Montana. It will be rough at first bu,t other have done it and been hap py, and we've got each other " Th? eyes fixed on her were as blue as the summer skies. Money s a darned poor thing to buy happiness with Letty. It didn't buy me a thing fit tc keep. that's the truth. I've never been so gay since I was born as I am to? day. Why, I feel."' he said, and would have stretched out hts arms, only he held her with them, "like a king. Later I'll have money again, all right ?don't fret?and then I'll know its worth. I'll bet you weren't all unhap? py there in Rlairtown before you turned the heads of all those .lohn? nies." He put one hand against her cheek and lifted her drooping head "Loan on me, sweetheart," he said with greet tenderness. "It will be all right" 4 A coral color stole along her cheek; it rose like a sweet tide under his hand. She looked at him. fascinated. "It's not a reai tragedy." he went on. "I've got my letter of credit, and old Ruggles will let me hang on to that, and you'll find the motor cars and jewels a/ill look like thirty cents ' when we stand in the door of our lit? tle shack and look out at the Value Mine." He lilted her hand to hla Hps, held it there, and the spark ig? nited in her; his youth and confidence, his force and passion, woke a woman in Letty Lane that had never lived be fore that hour. He murmured: "I'll be there with you, darling?night and day?night and day. She found breath to say. "What has happened to you. Dan?what?" "I don't know," he gravely replied. "I guess 1 cams up pretty clos? against it last night; things got Intel their right places, and then and there I knew you were the girl for me, and I the man for you, rich or poor." He kissed her and she passively re ceived his caresses, so passively, so without making him any sign, that his magn.ficent assurance began to b^j shaken?his arms fell from her. "It's quite true." he murmured, "I am poor." She led him to the lounge and made him 6it down by her. He waited for her to speak, but she remained silent, her eyes fixed on her frail hands, ring less?tears forced themselves under^ her eyelids, but she kept them back. I "I guess," she said in a veiled tone, "you've no idea all I've been through, Dan. since I stood there in the church choir." American though he was. and down on foreign customs?he wouldn't fight a duel?he got dow n on his knees and? put his arms around her from there. "I know what you are. all right Let? ty. You are an angel." She ga e way and burst into tears and hid her face on his shoulder, and sobbed. "1 believe you do?I believe you do You've saved my goul and my life. I'll go with you?I'll go?1 11 go!" Si Later she told him how she would learn to cook and sew, and that to? gether they would stand In the door of their shack at sunset, or that she would stand and watch :'or him to j cTome home; and, the actress in her 1 strong, the sprang up for a minute and stood shielding her eyes with her Blender hand to show him how. And he gazed, charmed at her, and drew her back to hlra again. "You've made dad's words come true." Dan wouldn't tell her what they were?he said 6he wouldn't un- 5 derstand. "I nearly had to die to learn them myself," he said. She leaned toward him, a slight shadow crossed her face as if memo? ries laid a darkling wing for a mo? ment there. Such shadows must have passed, for she kissed him if her own accord on the lips and without a sigh, j I Side by side they sat lor a long ' time. Higgins softly opened a door ! and saw them, and steppec back, un? heard. Ruggles came in. and his steps In I the soft carpet made no sound; and ' he looked at the pair long snd tende ! ly before he spoke. They sat the: ! bet?re him like children, holding ' hands. Letty Lane's hat lay on the floor. Her hair was a halo around her pale. * harming face; she had caught youth j from the boy. she was laughing like a girl?they were making plana. An as the subject was Love, ind thet was no money iu the Question, and as there was sacrifice 00 the part of each. It is sate to think that old Dan lilalr's son was planning to pnrchass those thine-- that stay above ground uud persist In the hearts of us all. ilih END. ^SJ kil I \ \\ o\ lit Ml \M? v<, ? od I Vinter) for t'oiumbia Com?? 1 oilman Held. < 'olutnMu, Ma> : ? it. C. Keen ?ll*h in< um' etit, was nominated for conn? eil h?re today in 1 ie s,-.-. nd muni ipal < ectlon over it. vv. ghand, ai*?> 1 in? rilH?r <-f ' "an. ||, p, s. Baiie was elected in the first primary, held days ago, ^ Mr. K? < nan's majol *> over V. r Khand was over 300 \ "t. s.