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: £v: m m V • • v .AUTHOR. Or -TMB PBV1LV OWT-4 "MrtAtrsr or THE NORTH * ETC <XHBV7Zi<&hrr jsnmAArzx\£j£ %:. v. m': If "DO NOT BE ANGRY." Synopsis. -- Frederick Cavendish, New York man of wealth, receives a letter from an old friend. Jim Westcott, urging him to come at once to Colorado. Deciding to go. he employs a lawyer, Patrick Enright, to draw up a will leaving most of his estate to charity, with a mere pittance to John Cavendish, his cousin and only relative, a dls- •olute youth. That night Frederick Cavendish is murdered in his apartments. No will being found, John Cavendish inherits the estate. Two months later Enright informs John Cavendish of the existence of the will and offers, for $100;000, to say nothing of It John agrees. Stella Donovan, newspaper writer, learns from Frederick Cavendish's valet that he is not satisfied the body found was that of his employer. She Is directed by Farriss, city editor of the Star, to follow up the case. Stella learns of the will Enright had drawn up, also of John Cavendish's Infatuation for Celeste Le Rue, chorus girl. A conversation Stella overhears between Celeste and John Cavendish convinces her Frederick Cavendish Is alive, the victim of a conspiracy engineered by Enright to secure his fortune, and that Celeste knows where he Is hidden. Ned Beaton, notorious punman. Is also mentioned. Celeste Is about to leave for Haskell, Colorado, and Stella Is ordered by Farriss to proceed there at once. At Haskell Stella, representing herself as a newspaper writer, makes the acquaintance of Jim Westcott. Frederick Cavendish's partner. Westcott resents the Interest taken In Stella by Beaton, whom he knows only as a visiting New Yorker, and worsts him In a fistic encounter. CHAPTER V--Continued. v The glil's eyes dwelt lovingly for Ifcnne time on the far-flung line of „*ioun tains, before she finally released : fhe green shade, and shut ont the ' #cene. Her toilet was a matter of but « few minutes, although she took oe- 0 m 'JThe Suitcase . . . Wat Wide Open, Hj Its Contents Disarranged. ikwsion to slip on a fresh waist, and to \ ' ^brighten up the shoes, somewhat f •' ; polled by the tramp through the thick Jdust the evening before. Indeed, it i ^ |^fwa8 a very charming young woman, , t" " jher dress and appearance quite suf- - ^ ipclently eastern, who finally ventured \"|out into the rough hall, and down the " "(Single flight of stairs. The hotel was " (Silent, except for the heavy breathing . (of a sleeper In one of the rooms she ^ passed> and a ' melancholy-looking v ^-(Chinaman, apparently engaged In 0 f (chamber work at the further end of «*;'ithe hall. She passed out 'Into the bright sunwhine, and clear mountain air. The r / : (board walk ended at the corner of the ,y hotel, but a narrow cinder path con- 5 Jtinued down that side of the street for i-f •; isome distance. Through the rude win- <./ <iow at the post office the clerk pushed , a plain manlla envelope into her outt etretched hand. Evidently from the » thinness of the letter, Farriss had but • ifew instructions to give and, thrusting v;: , the unopened missive Into her hand- • ibag, she retraced. her steps to her room. < There she ventured a startled gasp. The suitcase which she had left closed ": , ^ upon the floor was open--wide open-- ' - Its contents disarranged. Some one •had rummaged it thoroughly. And Miss Donovan knew that she was under suspicion. The knowledge gave the girl a sudiden thrill, but not of fear. Instead it served to strengthen her resolve. There had been > .thing in her valise to show who she really was or why jshe was in Haskell, and consequently, ilf any. vague suspicion had been Aroused as to her presence in that icommunlty, the searchers had discovered no proof by this rifling of her ibag. Farriss' letter contained nothing of linterest except the fact that Enright iliad also left for the West. He instructed her to be on the lookout for !him in Haskell, added a line or two m - of suggestions, and ordered her to pro- ^ ceed with caution, as her quest might- •j- «|v (prove to be a dangerous one. ii , Miss Donovan thought rapidly and (deafly, mot* than ordinarily eager to solve this mystery. It was Frederick Cavendish who bad formerly been the partner of Jim Westcott. This was why no answer had come to the telegrams and letters the latter had sent East. What had become of them? Had they fallen Into the hands of these others? Was this the true reason for Beaton's presence in Haskell, and also why the La Rue woman had been hastily sent for? Westcott's discovery was not even proven yet; its value bad not been definitely established; it was of comparativply small importance contrasted with the known wealth left by the murdered ipan In the East. No, there must be some other cause for this sudden visit to Colorado. But what? She gave little credence to the vague suspicions advanced by Valols; that was altogether too impossible, too melodramatic, this thought of the substitution of some other body. No doubt there had been a crime committed. Its object the attainment of money, but without question the eost had been the life of Frederick Cavendish. The harsh clang of the dinner-bell from the porch below aroused her to a sense of hunger. Ten minutes later Timmons, guiltless of any coat but temporarily laying aside his pipe as a special act of courtesy, escorted her Into the dining room and seated her at a table between the two front windows. Evidently this was reserved for the more distinguished guests-- traveling men and those paying regular day rates-- for Its only other occi;,)ant was an individual in a check su^t A waitress, a red-jalred, slovenly girl, with an impediment In her speech, took her order and disappeared in the direction of the kltthen, and Miss Donovan discreetly lifted her eyes to observe the man sitting nearly opposite. He was not prepossessing, yet she instantly recognized his type, and the probability that he would address her If the slightest opportunity occurred. The waitress spread out the various dishes before her, and she glanced at them hopelessly. As she lifted her gaze she met that of her vls-a-vis fairly, and managed to smile. "Some chuck," he said in an attempt at good-fellowship, "but not to remind you of the Waldorf-Astoria." "I should say not," she answered, testing one of her dishes cautiously. "But why associate me with New York?" "You can't hide those things in a joint like this. When did yon leave New York?" "Oh, more than a week agio," she iled gracefully. v He stroked his moustache. "Then I suppose you haven't much late New York news? Nothing startling, I mean?" "No; only what has been reported In •the western papers. I do not recall anything particularly interesting," She dropped her eyes to her plate and busied herself with a piece of tough beef. "The usual murders, of course, and things of that kind." There was a moment's sllenee, then the man laughed as though slightly ill at ease. "Whatever brought a girl like' you down In here?" She smiled. "I'm a feature writer; I'm dolnfc a series on the West for Scribbler's," she told him. "I visit New Mexico next, but I'm after something else besidep a description of mountains and men; I'm also going to hunt up an old friend Interested In mining, who told me If ever I got out'this way I must look him up. He was continually singing this valley's charms, and so here I am. And I'm planning a great surprise on him. And, of course, I'm literally drinking In atmosphere--to say nothing of local color, which seems mostly to be men and revolvers." The man opposite wet his flps with his tongue in an effort to speak, but the girl * as busy eating and apparently. paid no attention. Her calm indifference convinced him that her words were entirely innocent, and his audacity returned. "We|l," he ventured, "do yon agree with this prospector friend?" "The scenery, you mean?" glancing up brightly. "Why, it Is wonderful, of course, and I am not at all sorry having made the journey, although it hardly compares with Tennessee Pass or Silver Plume. Still, you know, it will be pleasant to tell Mr. Cavendish when I go back that I was here." He choked and his face seemed to whiten suddenly. "Mr. Cavendish?" he gasped. "Of New York? Not the one that was killed?" It was her turn to stare across the table, her eyes wide with horror, which she simulated excellently. "Killed! Has a man by that name been "killed lately In New York? It was Frederick Cavendish I referred to." Her pretense was admirable. He was silent, 'realizing he had already said too much. "Tell me," she insisted, "has he been killed? How do you know?" Her earnestness, her perfect* acting, convinced hhn. It was a mere coincidence, he thought, that this name should have cropped up between them, but, now that It had, he must explain the whole affair so as not to arouse suspicion. He cleared his throat and compelled his eyes to meet those across the table. "Well, I don't know much about it, only what I md," he began, feohng ft# aputiMsuts, apparently killed by boxflAr who had rifled his safe." Am eat with her chin in the palm of one hand, watching him from beneath the shadow of lowered lashes, hut his eyes .were bent downward at his plate. "Are through?" M questioned suddenly. "Yes; this--this awful newt has robbed me of all appetite.' Neither had noticed Westcott as he entered the room, but his first glance about revealed their presence, and without an instant of hesitancy the big miner crossed the room and approached the table where the two were sitting. ' "I hope I do not interrupt," he Bald pleasantly. " I had reason to suppose you were unacquainted with Mr. Bea ton here.** j "What reason?" l^er surprised tone slightly Indignant. "I believe the gentleman so Informed me. It chanced that we had a slight controversy last night." "Over me?" "Over his curiosity regarding you-- who you were; your presence here. I informed him that it was none of his business, and that if he mentioned your name in my presence again there was liable to be trouble* We scrapped it out." "You--yon scrapped it out? You mean th#re was a fight over me--a barroom squabble over me?" "Not in aioarroom; in the hotel office. Beaton drew a gun, and I had to slug him." "But the affair originated over me-- my name was brought into it?" she insisted. "You actually threatened him because he asked about me?" "I reckon that was about how It started," he admitted slowly. "You 'see, I rather thought I was a sorter friend of yours, and that I ought to stand up for you." Her eyes were scornful, angry. "Indeed! Well, permit me to say, Mr. Westcott, that I choose my own friends, and am perfectly competent to defend my own character. This closes our acquaintanceship." She moved about the end of the table and touched Beaton's sleeve with her fingers. "Would you escort me to the foot of the stairs?" she asked, her voice softening. "We will leave this belligerent Individual to his own company." Neither of them glanced back, the girl stUl speaking as they disappeared, but Westcott turned in his chair to watch them cross the room. ' He had no sense of anger, no desire to retaliate, but he felt dazed and as though the whole world was suddenly turned upside down. So she really belonged with that outfit, did she? Well, it was a good joke on him. Before he finished his meal his mood had changed to tolerant amusement. That the girl had deliberately deceived him was plain enough, revealed now in both her manner and words. It was' clear she really belonged to the Lacy crowd, and had no more use for him. '• , He could scarcely comprehend the situation; how a girl of her apparent refinement and gentility could ever be attracted by a rough, brutal type such as Ned Beaton so evidently was. There surely must be some other cause drawing them together. Yet, whatever it was, there was no doubt but that he had been very properly snubbed. Her words stung: yet it was the manner in which she had looked at him and swept past at Beaton's side which hurt the most. Oh, well, an enemy more or less made Bmall difference in his life; he would laugh at It and forget. She had made her choice of companionship, and It was Just as well, probably, that the affair had gone no further before he discovered the sort of girl she really was. Westcott reached this decision and the outer office at the same time, exchanged a careless word or two with Timmons, and finally purchased a cigar and retired to one corner to peruse an old newspaper. It was not so easy to read, however, for the news failed to Interest or keep his mind from wandering widely. Who wftis this Beaton, and what connection could be have with Bill Lacy's gang? The row last night had revealed a mutual interest between the men, but what was Its nature? "Would You Escort Me to the Poet of the Stairs?" Lacy's purpose he believed he understood to some extent--a claim that It was an extension of the La Roslta vein which Westcott had tapped In his recent discovery. But he had no personal fear of Lacy; not, at leat *, if he could once get the backing of Cavendish's money. But these other people--Beaton, Miss Donovan, and still another expected to arrive soon from the East--how were they connected with the deal? He was so deeply engrossed in these thoughts Oat he remained unaware CBS* TFfjWllm Mn tbtt the Ohteese nuoMtf-all'werli silently dowa-.tfca was ceatiotnly peering tn through open doorway to make sure t& yaa dear. Assured aa to thin, the wDy oriental sidled noiselessly across the floor and paused beside him. "Zis Meester Vest-c-ottf he asked softly. "That's my name, John; what Is It?" The messenger shook a folded paper ont of his sleeve, thrust it into the other's hand hastily, and, with a hurried glance about, started to glide away as silently as he had come. He vanished Into the dark hall, and there was the faint clatter of his shoes on the stairs. Westcott, fatly aroused, cast his glance about the deserted room, and unfolded the paper which, had been left In his fingers. His eyes took tn the few penciled words Instantly. Do not be angry. I had the'best of reasons. Meet me near the lower bridge at three o'clock. Very Important S. D." He read the lines over again, his lips emitting a low whistle, his eyes darkening with sndden appreciation. It had been a trick, then, a bit of playacting! But had it? Was not this rather the real fraud--this sudden change of heart. This note might h&ve a sinister purpose; be Intended to deceive. No i He would not believe this. All his old lurking faith in her came back in a flash of revelation. He would continue to believe In her, trust her, feel that some worthy purpose^ had Influenced her strange action. And, above all, he would be at the lower bridge on the hour set. He was back at the desk when Timmons returned. "What do I owe you, old man?" He paid the bill jokingly and in the best of humor, careful to tell the proprietor that he was leaving for his mine and might not return for several days. He possessed confidence that Timmons would make no secret of this in Haskell after his departure. He was glad to notice that Beaton observed him as he passed the Good Luck saloon and went tramping down the dusty road. The only carriage belonging to the town livery passed soon after his arrival, evidently bound for the station, and from his covert he recognized Beaton lolling carelessly in the back seat This must mean that the man expected arrivals on the afternoon train, Important arrivals whom he desired to honor. There was no sign, however, of Miss Donovan; the time was up, yet with no evidence of her approach. Westcott waited patiently, arguing to himself that her delay might be caused by her wish to get Beaton well out of the way before she ventured to leave the hotel. At last he strode down the path to the bridge, and saw her leaning over the rail, staring at the ripples below. "Why," he exclaimed In surprise, "how long have you been here?" "Several minutes," and she turned to face him. "I waited until the carriage passed before coming onto the bridge. I took the foot path {rom the hotel." "You sent for me; there Is some explanation, no doubt?" The lady smiled, lifting her eyes to his face. "There Is." she answered. "A perfectly satisfactory one, I believe; but this place is too prominent, as I have a rather long story to tell." "There is a rock seat below, just beyond the clump of willows, quite out of sight from the road," he suggested. "Perhaps you would go with me there?" "What trail is that?" "It leads to mines up the canyon," my own included, but is not greatly traveled; the main trail is farther east." She walked to the edge of the bridge and permitted him to assist her down the bank. There was something of reserve about her manner, which prevented Westcott from feeling altogether at ease. Neither broke the silence between them until they reached the flat boulder and had found seats in the shelter of overhanging trees. She sat a moment, then she turned toward him questlonlngly.' "I was very rude," she said, "but you will forgive me when I explain the cause. I had to act as I did or else lose my hold entirely on that man--you understand?" "I do not need to understand," he answered gallantly. "It is enough that you say so." "No, It Is not enough. I value your friendship, Mr. Westcott, and I need your advice." "You may feel confidence in me." "Oh, I do; indeed, you cannot realize how thoroughly I trust you," and impulsively she touched his hand with her own. "That is why I wrote you to meet me here--so I could tell you the whole story." He waited, his eyes on her face. "I received my letter this morning-- the letter I told you I expected, containing my instructions. They--they relate to this man Ned Beaton and the woman he expects on this train." . "Your instructions?" he echoed doubtfully. "You mean you have been sent after these people on some criminal matter? You are a detective?" There must have been a tone of distrust in his voice, for she turned and faced him defiantly. "No; not that. Listen: I am a newspaper woman, a special writer on the New York Star." She paused, her cheeks flushing with nervousnegs. "It---It was very strange that I met you first of all--for It seems that the case Is* of personal Interest to you." "To me! Why, that is hardly Ukely, If it originated in New York." "It did"--she drew in a sharp breath--"for it originated in the murder of Frederick Cavmdlsh." "The murder of Cavendish! He has been killed?" "Yes; at least that is what everyone believes, except possibly one man --his former valet. His body was found lying dead on the floor of his private apartment, the door of his safe open, the money and papers missing. The coroner's jury brought In a verdict of murder on these facta*" "Bat when was thlsr over it "The same day he should have received my telegram," he said gravely. "That's why the poor fellow ajpiftr answered." He turned to her sOd&Kily. "But what became of my others,w he asked, "and of all the letters I wrote r "That Is exactly what I want to learn. They must have been delivered to his cousin, John Cavendish. I'll tell you all I know, and then perhaps, between us, we may be able to figure it out." Briefly and clearly the set before him the facts she and Willis had been able to gather: the will, the connection between Enright and John Cav- Kept Card Index of Victims and Took Nothing but the • - Very Boat 'w' "2I» Meeater Veet-c-ott1" He Asked J 8oftly. endlsh, the quarrel between John and Frederick, the visit of John to Enright's office, the suspicion of Valols that the murdered man was not Cavendish, and, finally, the conversation overheard in Stelnway's, the torn telegram, and the meeting between Celeste La liue and Enright. When she had finished Westcott sat, chin in hand, turning the evidence over In his mind. "Do you believe Frederick Cavendish la dead?", he asked suddenly. , "Yes." Westcott struck his hand down on the rock, his eyes glowing dangerously. "Well, I don't!" he exclaimed. "I believe he Is alive! My theory is that this was all carefully arranged, but that circumstances compelled them to act quickly and before they were entirely ready. Two unexpected occurrence hurried them into action." Enright the lawyer a«d the blonde La Rue. (TO BE CONTINUED.) ITS "CULTURE" A TRADITION "Highbrow" City of Bogota, In Colombia, Does Not Really Live Up to Its Reputation. Bogota, the capital of the Republic of Colombia, is a sort of South American Boston. Ever since the days when It was a colony of Spain It has been accounted a "highbrow" town and Its name has been associated with literature, art, science and education. It is filled with sculpture, which ranges In subject from local heroes to great figures In Spanish history. There are many schools and colleges, a museum "od an astronomical observatory. Despite all this, the Intellectual atmosphere of Bogota is more of a tradition than a reality. No great works of art have been produced there. The city is full of poets, but that is true of every city in Latin America, where young men and women compose and recite poetry as a social diversion, Just as they play the piano and sing songs In this country. The scientists of Bogota have made some real progress, especially in archeology and natural history. Many of the people of Bogota are Spaniards of the purest descent When the country was colonized by the Spanlards centuries ago the colonists retired to the high Andean region and have lived there ever since in an isolation which has kept them true to type, "fhese Spaniards form the ruling class, the rest of the people being "mestizos" of mixed Spanish and Indian blood. Bogota Is situated at an elevation of almost 9,000 feet and enjoys a Splendid climate. Plants Demand Cold. After the period of growth ia sprtfeg and summer there is a period of dormancy before the cold weather sets In, and If plants are maintained artificially at a high temperature this dormant period persists. Exposure to cold Is needed to activate the plant for another period of growth^ Perhaps the liberation of enzymes acts on the stored starches, converting them Into sugars, or the phenomenon may be due to a change In the permeability of the cell-membrane. Though normally the stimulus required for a renewal of growth Is supplied by cold, mechanical injury or a period of drying may have the same effect. The prty-ess occurs Independently In any exposed part of a plant, so that If one or two branches of a plant be kept continually warm while the other Is subjected to the usual winter chilling, the former will not develop on the return of summer temperature, though the latter develops as usual. i At the Phone. "The operator has given me the wrong numben" said the man's voice. "The number's all right," said the woman's voice. "The operator has given .It the wrong person."--Boston The fellow who cuts off his nose to spite face igui't do any blowing about 1t» CkfcagO.--Seven hundred whose loot' is believed to total more thai} W0.000, were cleared up when police examined the effects of Harry J. James, "Silk Mask Burglar," who was killed after "shooting up" the Town hall police station, wounding two patrolmen. James' real name was James j Harrigan, and his home was Philadelphia. In James' private warehouse, where truckloads of rare art works, oriental "igs, jewels, typewriters, adding machines and dozens of other articles were found, police uncovered a card index in which the 700 robberies were listed, with the loot obtained. Another section of the card file listed "prospects," and the wealth of data about wich indicated that James had Shooting Up the Police Station. used an electric light inspector's card, found in his pocket, to gain entry to the houses. A third file listed "gold coast" automobiles, with description, license number, owner's name and "fair," "good" or "swell" to Indicate the valuation. Police also found ledgers listing loot sold, With the price obtained, and a list of pawn brokers, with the type of goods each preferred to buy. In a secret chamber in t£ie basement were 150 oriental rugs' appraised by an expert at $40,000. When James was killed he was found to be wearing a suit belonging to former United States Senator William Lorimer of Illinois. The suit was one of 40 stolen from a tailor shop. WOMAN FIGHTS A BURGLAR Member of Athletic Clase In Loe Angeles Qlvee a Good Account of Herself. Loa Angeles, Cal.--Mrs. J. B. 8tatler Is athletic. She is one of the star members of a woman's class at the athletic club and long has been regarded as a remarkably clever amateur boxer. Recently she encountered a burglar In her home. Instcyid of running from the house, screaming for the police, she took the- situation in her qwn hands. "Mr. Burglar, you may put up your hands and get ready for what probably will be the very worst licking you ever had." With this warning she stepped in with lightning right and left swings to the head. The burglar was groggy in a few seconds. He tried ineffectively to guard against the rain of blows. Finally, with a wicked uppercut to the point of the jaw, Mrs. Statler knocked out the burglar. He had not come to when the police loaded him In a patrol wagon and took him to a police station. Girl Ends Life After ^ v Playing Phonograph -tiir Louis.--Miss Erma L. Reed, eighteen years old, of Peoria, III., a daughter of Mr. and Mrs. James Reed of Milan, Mo., ended her life by drinking poison at the home of her sister, Mrs. Harry Dee, 5172 Kensington avenue, where she had. been, visiting for a week. Mrs. Dee told the police that her sister had been playing the phonograph In the living room with her yiung nephew, and about 8:30 retired to her room. Shortly afterward Mrs. Dee heard moans, and going to the room, found the girl lying on the bed. A physician was called, but the girl died within ten minutes. Neither Mrs. Dee nor a sister in Peoria was able to offer an explanation, both stating that the girl had been In good spirits. No Cause for Court llaysrille, Ky.--When the Robertson county circuit court met recently It failed to find any work to do. There's not a case on the docket no one In jail and no prospects. Prohibition threatens to put the court out of business. Dead "Hoes'* In Main Street Balnbrldge, O.--The waters rose so high and rapidly in the streets that automobiles had to be tied to telephone posts and a horse was drowned in the main street of the town. There was a regular cloudburst. Daniel Boone's Descendant Drowned. Maysville, Ky.--James Boone, aged eight son of Daniel Boone, a direct descendant of the great pioneer, was drowned when he fell into an open eewer. Tbe watw wm mif lughas Student Turn® Blackhandef\ip ' •W•# Effort to Get Ea«y; , Money. * -J IT ON 'IF. A Young Man Is Trapped by Ofltoer^ After Mysterious Calls on Phone f ^ T«aoed and Maine FqN Confusion. Coffins, Colo.--C. H. Thompson/ > a student at the conservatory of mu-j „ - sic of the state agricultural collegey f confessed to District Attorney Russell" W. Fleming and Professor Alexandeif1 ' Emslie, head of the conservatory olj;"1^ music, that he had attempted to extortp s ^ by means of "black hand" letters $10,- 000 from Charles R. Evans, wealthy'; : / banker and live stock man of thl^/ ' • city, according to the two men to whon| |' the confession la said to have beeoT'V/ presented. v- Thompson declared that he had not . ^ accomplices and that the sole reasocr for his selection of the banker as hli|v;V expected victim was his need for read$'v <:> money. ; Mr. Evans received the first letter III ^4 which t "blackliand" tactics were *n»« \ pected ^itst week. It notified him that? he had been elected to donate $10,00(1 to the American Equalization organ!* tadon. Family Threatened. ! : Directions for the hiding of thei money for the "blackhanders" were t« be phoned to Evans, the letter statedl threatening him and hia entire family* with death if he failed Co comply. > Mr. Evans notified Sheriff Elmer L Cooke and District Attorney Russell "W. Fleming, who were unsuccessful in locating the sender of the missive. On Saturday night came a telephone! call, later traced to the si'ock judgingf pavilion at the agricultural college,- threatening the banker and Instructing him to J>lace the money behind Unlty\ church. The officers and Evans drove to the spot but nothing happened. On Monday night, Mr. Evans received another telephone call from a man who directed him to hide the money at a certain spot near the agricultural college grounds. Blowing Up of Car Threatened. The man also warned Mr. Efeans not to have any officers around ^s ha did on SaiUniay night or he would I They Fired Shots After Him. blow the auto and all to pieces. Tbe officers went to the spot, but no sign of the mystery man could be found. Early last evening Mr. Evans received another mysterious telephone call, during which the speaker gave him detailed instructions on how to take the $10,000 to ah alley three blocks south of the college grounds. Deputy ^lertff Byrd Halllgan and City- Policeman Fred Cave were in Mr. Evans' hoqte when the call came In. They slipped out of the house a moment or two after the speaker had. hung up his phon^ When Halllgan and Cave reached, the alleyway to which the voice directed Evans to come, a man stepped out of the darkness and jumped on the running board. The two officers grappled with him, but he wrestled himself free and fled as they fired shots -after him without effect. t A moment later Thompson called precipitously at' the home of Professor Emslie, the processor said later. He was out of breath and explained the fact by saying that he had fallen in the darkness and had been overcome by heart trouble, to which be was susceptible. Professor Emslie was suspicious and reported the call to the sheriff. Thompson was taken Into custody, arid later confessed. Man Wooe Like a Lion. WHleeden, Eng.--It was the of an attractive young widow in court that she was being annoyed by a married man of between fifty and sixty. "I don't want him, because I have heard that he has a wife and several children," she said. "He Jleis In k wait for me, and when I go h6me in the dark he springs out from doorways like a lion. I can never go home but what he pounces out of my doorway and protests his love for me." ^ ' "Chair" for Animal* , Loaisville, Ky.--Cats and dogs win, be sent to the "chair" here, when ordered killed by the authorities. The % board of public safety has authbrlzed -r '| the purchase of two electric machines, with which animals, heretofore chlo- * reformed, will be electrocuted. Twelve Blind Mloe. Mlshawaka, Ind.--Twelve mice found dead In the police storehouse after they had sampled contraband, liquor which contained a flOO# pe* •sntage of wood alcohol. > - •* ' .S* J '• , . :'Jt" „ t. <bk t ' » wSS'-r. -&j>.