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"Whispering" Gordon Smith told President Bucks of the railroad, of Mc­ Cloud's brave fight against a gang of crazed miners and that was the reason for the superintendent's appointment to his high office. McCloud arranged to board at the boarding house of Mrs. Sin­ clair, the ex-foreman's deserted wife. Dicksie Dunning was the daughter of. the late Richard Dunning, who had died of a broken heart shortly after his wife's demise, which occurred after one year oi married life. Sinclair visited Marion Sin­ clair's shop and a fight between him and McCloud was narrowly averted. Smoky Creek bridge was mysteriously burned. McCloud prepared to face the situation. President Bucks notified Smith that he had work ahead. McCloud worked for days and finally got the division running ti» fairly good order. He overheard Dick­ sie criticising his methods, to Marion Sinclair. A stock train was wrecked by as open switch. Later a passenger train was held up and the express car robbed. Two men of a posse pursuing the bandits were killed. McCloud was notified that Whispering Smith was to hunt the des­ peradoes. Bill Dancing, a road lineman, proposed that Sinclair and his gang be sent to hunt the bandits. A stranger, ap­ parently with authority, told him to go ahead. Dancing was told the stranger was "Whispering Smith." Smith ap­ proached Sinclair. He tried to buy him • off, but failed. He warned McCloud that his life was in danger. McCloud was car­ ried forcibly into Lance Dunning's pres­ ence. Dunning refused the railroad a right-of-way, he had already signed for. Dicksie Interfered to prevent a shooting affray. Dicksie met McCloud on a lonely trail to warn him his life was in danger. ' ~c- ;):y CHAPTER XIII.--Continued. ;* t > TMlss Dunning, wont yon listen Just a moment? Please don't run away!" McCloud was trying to come np with her. "Won't you hear me a moment? I have suffered some little humiliation to-day; I should really rather be shot up than have more put on me. I am a man and you are a woman, and it is already dark. Isn't It for me to see you safely to the house* Won't you at least pretend I can act as an escort and let me go with you? I should make a poor figure trying to catch you on horseback--" Dicksie nodded naively. "With that lwrse." "With any horse--I know that," said McCloud, keeping at her side. •But I can't let you ride back with me," declared Dicksie, urging Jim and looking directly at McCloud for the first time. "How could I explain?" "Let me explain. I am famous for explaining," urged McCloud, spurring, too. ""And will you tell me what I should be doing while you were explaining?" •he asked. "Perhaps getting ready a first aid xw the injured.** "I feel as if I ought to run away," declared Dicksie, since she had clearly decided not to. "It will have to be a compromise, I suppose. Tou must not ride farther than the first gate, and let us take this trail instead of the road. Now make your horse go as Cut as you can and I'll keep up." But McCloud's horse, though not a wonder, went too fast to suit his rider, who divided his efforts between check­ ing him and keeping up the conversa­ tion. When McCloud dismounted to open Dicksle's gate, and stood in the twilight with his hat in his hand and his bridle over his arm, he was telling • story about Marion Sinclair, and in the saddle, tapping her swerved down the grade like a snipe, with his rider crouching close for a second shot. But no second shot came, and after another mile McCloud ventured to take off his hat and put his finger through the holes in it, though he did not stop his horse to make the examination. When they reached the open country the horse had settled into a fast, long stride that not only redeemed his reputation btit relieved his rider's nerves. When McCloud entered his office it was half past nine o'clock, and the first thing he did before turning on the jights was to draw the window- shades. He examined the hat again, with sensations that were new to him --fear, resentment, and a hearty hatred of his enemies. But all the while the picture of Dicksie remained. He thought of her nodding to him as they parted in the saddle, and her pic­ ture blotted out all that had followed. CHAPTER XIV. % ':f McCloud Laid His Head Low an4 Spurred His Horse. ' • > knee with her bridle-rein, was looking down and past him as if the light upon his face were too bright. Before she would start away she made him re- "mount, and he said good-by only after half a promise from^ her that she would show him sometime a trail to the top of Bridger's Peak, with a view of the Peace river on the east and the whole Mission fange and the park country on the north. Then she rode away at an amazing run. McCloud galloped toward the pass With one determination--that he would have a Horse, and a good one, one that could travel with Jim, if it cost him his salary. He exulted as he rode, for tile day had brought him everything lie wished, and humiliation had been •wallowed up in triumph. It was near­ ly dark when he reached the crest be­ tween the hills. At this point the southern grade of the pass winds .Sharply, whence its name, the Elbow; but from the head of the pass the yrade may be commanded at intervals •or half a mile. Trotting down this tfoad with his head in a whirl of ex­ citement, McCloud heard the crack of rifle; at the same instant he felt a Sharp slap at his hat. Instinct works an all brave men very much alike. IfcCloud dropped forward in his sad- . #le, and, seeking no explanation, laid • Jfcia head low and spurred Bill Dan- Sing's horse lor life or death. The •a, Quite antaaed, bolted and &: E1:L: M At the Wickiup. Two nights later Whispering Smith rode into Medicine Bend. "I've been •up around Williams Cache," he said, answering McCloud's greeting as he entered the upstairs office. "How goes it?" He was in his riding rig, just as he had come from a late supper. , When he asked for news McCloud told him the story of the trouble with Lance Dunning over the survey, and added that he had referred the matter to Glover. He told then of his un­ pleasant surprise when riding home afterward. "Yes," assented Smith, looking with feverish interest at McCloud's head; "I heard about it" "That's odd, for I haven't said a word about the matter to anybody but Marlon Sinclair, and you haven't seen her." "I heard up the country, ft is great luck that he missed you.** "Who missed mer "The man that was after you." "The bullet went through my hat." "Let me see the hat." McCloud produced it. It was a heavy, broad-brimmed Stetson, with a bullet hole cut cleanly through the front and the back of the crown. Smith made McCloud put the hat on and describe his position when the shot was fired. McCloud stood up, and Whispering Smith eyed hly and put questions. "What do you think of it?" asked McCloud when he had done* . Smith leaned forward on the table and pushed McCloud's hat toward him as if the incident were closed. "There is no question in my mind, and there never has been, but that Stetson puts up the best hat worn on the range." McCloud raised his eyebrows. "Why, thank you! Your conclusion clears things so. After you speak a man has nothing to do but guess." "But, by heaven, George," exclaimed Smith, speaking with unaccustomed fervor, "Miss Dicksie Dunning is a hummer, Isn't she? That child will have the whole range going in another year. To think of her standing up and lashing her cousin In that way when he was browbeating a railrpad man!" "Where did you hear about that?" "The whole Crawling Stem# country is talking about it. You never told me you had a misunderstanding with Dicksie Dunning at Marion's. Loosen upi" "I will loosen up in the way you do. What scared me most, Gordon, was waiting for the second shot. Why didn't he fire again?" "Doubtless he thought he had you the first time. Any man big enough to start after you is not used to shoot­ ing twice at 250 yards. He probably thought you were falling out of the saddle; and it was dark. I can account for everything but your reaching the pass so late. How did you spend all your time between the ranch and the foothills?" McCloud paw there was no escape from telling of his meeting with Dick­ sie Dunning, of her warning, and of his ride to the gate with her. Every point brought a suppressed exclama- tion from Whispering Smith. "So she gave you your life," he mused. "Good for her! If you had got into the pass on time you could not have got away --the cards were stacked for you. He overestimated you a little, George; just a little. Good men make mis­ takes. The sport of circumstances that we are! The sport of circum­ stances!" "Now tell me how you heard so much about it, Gordon, and where?" "Through a friend, but forget it." "Do you know'who shot at me?" "Yes." "I think I do, too. I think it was the fellow that shot so well with the rifle at the barbecue--what was his name? He was working for Sinclair, and perhaps is yet." "You mean Seagrue, the Montana cowboy? No, you are wrong. Seagrue is a man-killer, but a square one." "How do you know?" "I will tell you sometime--but this was not 8eagrue." "One of Dunning's men, was it? Stormy Gorman?" "No, no, a very different sort! Stormy is a wind-bag. The man that is after you is in town at this minute, and he has come to stay until he finishes his job." "The devil! That's what makes your eyes bo bright, is it? Do you know him?" "I have seen him. You may see him yourself if you want to." "I'd like nothing better. When?" "To-night--in 30 minutes." • Mc­ Cloud closed Ms desk. There was a rap at the door. "That must be Kennedy," said Smith. "I haven't seen him, but 1 sent him word for him to meet me . S X - here." The door opened and Kennedy ' entered the room. "Sit down, JFarreU," said Whisper­ ing Smith, easily. "Ye gates?" "How's that?" "Wie geht es? Don't pretend you can't make out my German. He is trying to let on he is not a Dutch­ man," observed Whispering Smith to McCloud. "You wouldn't believe it, but I can remember when Farrell wore wooden shoes and lighted his pipe with a candle. He sleeps under a feather bed yet Du Sang is in town, Farrell.*' "Du Sang!" echoed the tall man with mild interest as he picked up a ruler and, throwing his leg on the edge of the table, looked cheerful. "How long has Du Sang been in town? Visiting friends or doing business?" "He is after your superintendent He has been here since four o'clock, I reckon, and I've ridden a hard road to­ day to get in in time to talk it over with. him. Want to go?" • Kennedy slapped his leg With the ruler. "I always want to go, don't I?" "Farrell, if you hadn't been a rail­ road man you would > have made a great undertaker, do you know that?" Kennedy, slapping his leg, showed his ivory teeth. "You have such an in­ stinct for funerals," added Whispering Smith. "Now, Mr. Smith!. Well, who are we waiting for? I'm ready," said Kennedy, taking'out his revolver and examining iL McCloud put on his new hat and asked if he should take a gun. "You are really accompanying me as my guest, George," explained Whispering Smith, reproachfully. "Won't it be fun to shove thie man right under Du Sang*s nose and make him bat his eyes?" he added to Kennedy. "Well, put one in your pocket if you like, George, provided you have one that will go off when sufficiently urged." McCloud opened the drawer Of the table and took from it a revolver. Whispering Smith reached Otyt his hand for the gun, examined It, and handed it back. "You don't like It." ' Smith smiled a sickly approbation. "A forty-five gun with a thirty-eight bore, George? A little light for shock; a little light. A bullet is intended to knock a man down; not necessarily to kill him, but, if possible, to keep him from killing yon. Never mind, we all have our fads. Come on!" At the foot of the stairs Whispering Smith stopped. "Now I don't know where we shall find this man, but we'll try the Three Horses." As they started down the street McCloud took the inside of the sidewalk, but Smith dropped behind and brought McCloud into the middle. They failed to find Du Sang at the Three Horses, and leaving started to round up the street. They visited many places, but each was entered in the same way. Ken­ nedy sauntered in first and moved slowly ahead. He was to step aside only in case he saw Du Sang. Mc­ Cloud in every Instance followed him, with Whispering Smith just behind, amiably surprised. They spent an hour in and out of the Front street re­ sorts, but their search was fruitless. "You are sure he is in town?" asked Kennedy. The three men stood de­ liberating in the shadow of a side street. "Sure!" answered Whispering Smith. "Of course, if he turns the trick he wants to get away quietly. He is lying low. Who is that, Farrell?" A man passing out of the shadow of a shade tree was crossing Fort street 100 feet away. "It looks like our party," whispered Kennedy. "No, stop a bit!" They drew balk into the shadow. "That is Du Sang." said Kennedy;. 1Know his hobble." 1 * CHAPTER XV. A Test. Du Sang had the Bldewise gait of a wolf, and crossed the street with the choppy walk of the man out of a long saddle. Being both uncertain and quick, he was a man to slip a trail easily. He traveled around the block and disappeared among the many open doors that blazed along Hill street- Less alert trailers than the two be­ hind him would have been at fault; but when he entered the place he was looking for, Kennedy was so close that Du Sang could have spoken to him had he turned around. Kennedy passed directly ahead. A moment later Whispering Smith put his head inside the door of the joint Du Sang had entered, withdrew it, and, rejoining his companions, spoke In an undertone: "A negro dive; he's lying low. Now we will keep our reg­ ular order. It's a half-basement, with a bar on the left; crap games at the table behind the screen on the right. Kennedy, will you take the rear end of the bar? It covers the whole room and the back door. George, pass in ahead of me and step just to the left of the slot machine; you've got the front door there and everything be­ hind the screen, and I can get close to Du Sang. Look for a thinnish, yellow- faced man with a brown hat and a brown shirt--and pink eyes--shoot­ ing craps under this window. I'll shoot craps with him. Is your heart pump­ ing, George? Never mind, this is easy! Farrell, you're first!" The dive, badly lighted and venti­ lated, was counted tough among tough places. White men and colored mixed before the bar and about the tables. When Smith stepped around the screen and into the flare of the hang­ ing lamps, Du Sang stood in the small corner below the screened street win­ dow. McCloud, though vitally inter­ ested in looking at the man that had come to .town to kill him, felt his at­ tention continually wandering back to Whispering Smith. The clatter of the rolling dice, the guttural jargon of the negro gamblers, the drift of men to and from the bar, and the cloudB of tobacco smoke made a hazy background for the stoop-shouldered man with his gray hat and shabby coat, dust-covered and travel-stained. Industriously licking the broken wrap­ per of a cheap cigar and rolling it fondly under his forefinger, he ^ making his way unostentatiously to- \ : I ward Du Sang. Thirty-odd men were in the saloon, but only two knew what the storm * center moving slowly across the room might develop. Ken­ nedy, seeing everything and talking pleasantly with one of the barkeepers, his close-set teeth gleaming 20 feet away, stood at the end of the bar slid­ ing an empty glass between his hands. Whispering Smith pushed past the on­ lookers to get Co the end of the table where Du Sang was scooting. He made no effort to attract Du Sang's attention, and when the latter looked up he could have pulled the gray hat from the head of the man whose brown eyes were mildly fixed on Du Sang's dice; they were lying just in front of Smith. Looking indifferently at the Intruder, Du Sang reached for the dice; just ahead of his right hand, Whispering Smith's right hand, the finger-tips extended on the table, rested in front of them; it might have been through accident, or it might have been through design. In his left hand Smith held the broken cigar, and without looking at Du Sang he passed the wrapper again over the tip of his tongue and slowly across his lips. Du Sang now looked sharply at him, and Smith looked at his cigar. Others were playing around the semi-circular table--it might mean nothing. Du Sang waited. Smith lifted his right hand from the table and felt in his waistcoat for a match. Du Sang, how­ ever, made no effort to take up the dice. He watched Whispering Smith scratch a match on the table, and, either because it failed to light or through design, it was scratched the second time on the table, marking a cross between the two dice. The meanest negro in the Joint would not have stood that, yet Du Sang hesitated. Whispering Smith, mildly surprised, looked up. "Hello, Pearline! You shooting here?" He pushed the dice back toward the out­ law. "Shoot again !* Du Sang, scowling, snapped the dice and threw badly. "Up jump the devil, is it? Shoot again!" And, pushing back the dice. Smith moved closer to Du Sang. The two men touched arms. Du Sang, threatened in a way wholly new to him, waited like a snake braved by a mysterious enemy. His eyes blinked like a» badger's. He caught up the dice and threw. "Is that the best you can do?" asked Smith. "See here!" He took up the dice, "Shoot with me!" Smith threw the dice up the table to­ ward Du Sang. Once he threw craps, but, reaching directly in front of Du Sang, he picked the dice up and threw eleven. "Shoot with. me. Du Sang." "What's your game?" snapped Du Sang, with an oath. "What do you care, if I've got the coin? Ill throw you for $20 gold pieces." Du Sang's eyes glittered. Unable to understand the reason for the affront, he stood like a eat waiting to spring. "This is .my game!" he snarled. "Then play it" "Look here, what do you want?" Smith stepped closer. "Any game you've got. I'll throw you left-handed, Du Sang." With his right hand he snapped the dice under Du Sang's nose and looked squarely into his eyes. "Got any Sugar Buttes money?" Du Sang for an instant looked keen­ ly back; his eyes contracted in that time to a mere narrow slit; then, sud­ den as thought, he sprang back into the corner. Kennedy, directly across the table, watched the lightning-like move. For the first time the crap- dealer looked Impatiently up. It was a showdown. No one watch­ ing the two men under the window breathed for a moment. Whispering Smith, motionless, only watched the half-closed eyes. "You can't shoot craps," he said, coldly. "What can you shoot, Pearline? You can't stop a man on horseback." Du Sang knew he must try tor a quick kill or make a retreat. He took in the field at a glance/ Ken­ nedy's teeth gleamed only ten feet away, and with his right hand half under his coat lapel he toyed with his watch-chain. McCloud had moved in from the slot machine and stood at the point of the table, looking at Du Sang and laughing at him. Whisper­ ing Smith threw off all pretense. "Take your hand away from your gun, you albino! I'll blow your head off left-handed If you pull! Will you get out of this town to-night? If you can't drop a man in the saddle at 250 yards, what do you think you'd look like aft­ er a break with me? Go back to the whelp that hired you, and tell him when he wants a friend of mine to send a man that can shoot. If you are within 20 miles of Medicine Bend at daylight I'll rope you like a fat cow and drag you down Front street!" Du Sang, with burning eyes, shrank narrower and,smaller into his corner, ready to shoot if he had. to, but not liking the chances. No man in Williams Cache could pull or shoot with Du Sang, but no man in the mountains had ever drawn successful­ ly against the man that faced him. Whispering Smith saw that he would not draw. He taunted him again in low tones, and, backing away, spoke laughingly to McCloud. While Ken­ nedy covered the corntor, Smith backed to the door and waited, for the two to join him. They halted a moment at the door, then they backed slowly up the steps and out into the street. * There was no talk till they reached the Wickiup office. "Now, will some of you tell me, who Du Sang is?" asked McCloud, after Kennedy and Whisper* ing Smith with banter and laughing had gone over the scene. Kennedy picked up the ruler. "The wickedest, cruelest man In the bimch --and the best shot" "Where is your hat, George--the one he put the bullet through?" asked Whispering Smith, limp in the big chair. "Burn it up; he thinks he missed you. Burn it up now. Never let him find out what a close call you had. Du Sang! Yes, he is cold­ blooded as a wild-cat and cruel as a soft bullet Du Sang would shoot a dying man, George, just to keep him squirming in the dirt Did you ever see such eyes in a human being, set like that and blinking so in the light? .*^1/ 't, *rnm,m m "Take Your Hand frpm Your Gun, YouAlbinol' It's bad enough to watch a man when you can see his eyes. Here's hoping we're done with himl* CHAPTER XVI. New Plans. Callahan crushed the tobacco under his thumb in the palm of his right hand. "So I am sorry to add," he concluded to McCloud, "that you are now out of a job." The two men were facing each other across the table In McCloud's office. "Personally, I am not sorry to say it either," added Callahan, slowly filling the bowl of his pipe. , McCloud said nothing to the point, as there seemed to be nothing to say until he had heard more. "I never knew before that you were left- handed," he returned, evasively. "If s a lucky thing, because it won't do for a freight-traffic man, nowadays, to let his right hand know what his left hand does," observed Callahan, feeling for a match. *1 am the only left-handed man in the traffic depart­ ment, but the man that handles the re­ bates, Jimmie Black, is cross-eyed. Bucks offered to send him to Chicago to have Bryson straighten his eyes, but Jimmie thinks it is better to have them as they are for the present, so he can look at a thing in two different ways--one for the interstate com­ merce commission and one for him­ self. You haven't heard, then?" con­ tinued Callahan, returning to his rid­ dle about Mopioud's Job. "Why, Lance Dunning has gone into the United States court and got an injunction against us on the Crawling Stone line --tied us up tighter than zero. No more construction there for a year at least. Dunning comes in for him­ self and for a cousin who is his ward, and three or four little ranchers have filed bills--so it's up to the law­ yers for 80 per cent, of the gate re­ ceipts and peace. Personally, I'm glad of it. It gives you a chance to look want it moved through the mountains like checkers'for the next six months. You know what I mean, George." To McCloud the news came, in spite of himself, as a blow. The results he had attained in building through the lower valley had given him a flame among the engineers of the whole line. The splendid showing of the winter construction, on which he had de­ pended to enable him to finish the whole work within the year, was by this news brought to rtaught. , Those of the railroad men yrho said he could not deliver a completed line within the year could never be answered now. And. there was some slight bitterness In the reflection that the very stum­ bling-block to hold him back, to rob him of his chance for a reputation with men like Glover and Bucks, should be the lands of Dicksie Dun­ ning. " He made no complaint On the di­ vision he took hold with new en­ ergy and bent his faculties on the op­ erating problems. At Marion's he saw Dicksie at Intervals, and only to fall more hopelessly under her spell each time. She could be serious and she could be volatile and she could be something between which he could never quite make out. She could be serious with him when he was serious, and totally irresponsible the next min­ ute with Marion. On the other hand, when McCloud attempted to be flip­ pant, Dicksie could be confusingly grave. Once when he was bantering with her at Marlon's she tried to say something about her regret that com­ plications over the right of way should have arisen; but McCloud made light of it, and waved the matter aside as if he were a cavalier. Dicksie did not like tt, but it was only that he was afraid she would realize he was a mere railroad superintendent with hopes of a record for promotion quite blasted. And as if this obstacle to a greater reputation were not enough, a wilier enemy threatened in the spring after this operating for a year your- j to leave only shreds and patches of self. We are going to be swamped J what he had already earned. with freight traffic this year, and I (xo BE CONTINUED.) SEVEN CENTURIES IN OCEAN #- Great Korean Bell Recovered Through Aid of Wealthy Japffiesa Antiquarian. '• A great Korean bell which for 700 years has been lying 20 fathoms be­ low the waves off the shore of Chi- kuzen province, Japan, has Just been raised through the efforts of a Japa­ nese antiquarian, and now, crusted as it Is with the sea waste of centuries, it stands on exhibition at Kanegasaki. According to tradition,, which is only partially borne out by ancient documents, the king of Korea decided seven centuries ago that he would send a fitting token of his respect to Kiyomori, the powerful leader of the Heike clss, on the w«nt. noast of the southern island of Kiushiu. He or­ dered the royal bell founders# many and expert in those days, to east a bell. The dimensions were tb be these: In height, 1 jo 6 shaku; in diameter, 8 shaku 9 sun, and a circumference of 2 jo 8 shaku 7 sun. Traditian says it was a great bell, and in the.absence of translated proportions tradition must rule in the abstract in this par­ ticular. The bell was successfully cast and was loaded on a mammoth junk at the Korean town of Masampeo. The junk and a fleet of convoys sailed for the coast of Chikuzen, in Japan, when a!! the royal augurs had agreed upon an auspicious day. The augurs were not up in their business, for about half <* mile off the Japanese haven a heavy sea tipped the lunk and the gift of the Korean king plunged into the sea. No attempt was made, either by the emissaries of the king or the retain­ ers of the prince of Heike, to fish for the bell. Within 100 years the de­ scendants of the prince were crossing over the sunken bell in war forays against the kings of Korea and the junkB of the Koreans ravaging' the coasts of Kiushiu. But among the folks of the Jap* nese Island there sprang legends and rainy-night tales about the sunken bell of the Korean king. When tbb sea raged the fishermen declared they could hear the booming of the great bronze cup on the sea's bed, and In time of earthquakes the sea folk along the shore listened to hear the mad telling of the bell, which they were sure would sound the signal for • tidal wave. Last year it was that Yamamoto Kikutaro, a man of wealth of the province and devoted to the collection of ancient art objects, began to search for the ancient bell. Through the fishermen he succeeded in locating it after long effort, and last month divers raised it to the surface. The bell has been cleaned of its corroding mass of barnacles and fourid to be still whole. It will soon be taken to Kyoto, there to *»• hung in the Hongwanji temple. Edison, who has done fo much in the way of improving the telephone for some time, is now working on a new transmitter, which is very sensi­ tive, and enables conversation to be carried on witn extreme ease anil less liability of error. NEWS OF ILLINOIS Dixon.--Aside from the disposition ; of extensive law and general libraries. \ United States'District Judge Solomon Hicks Betuea, who died at Sterling, t made cash bequests to the Palmyra and Dixon Cemetery association and \ to the Dixon hospital, in his last will > and testament, which was filed here. • The two cemeteries will get a total of ; $1,500, and all the rest of his estate, 2 which is estimated at $100,000, mostly i in Lee -county farm land, * Vas be­ queathed to the hospital with the re­ quest that the institution be known hereafter as the Katherine Shaw I Bethea hospital, in honor of his wife, • and that the name of his father, Wil* \ 11am Wilson Bethea, and his mother, • Emily Green Bethea, uhall always be connected in some way with it Waukegan.--After paying the lar­ gest inheritance tax ever collected to Lake county, John V. Farwell, Jr., of Lake Forest voluntarily appeared be­ fore the board of review and asked .that his personal property assessment, fixed by the assessor at $10,329. b® raised to $135,425, a Inrj,? and un­ usual Increase, which greatly sur­ prised the board. It will add several thousand dollars to county taxes. Farwell paid inheritance tax on an estate of $1,421,778, or $13,017, as exv ecutor of his father's estate. Moline.--Gov^^Deneen notified Sena- tor F. A. Landee of Moltoe over the telephone that he would attend the Rock Island county Sunday school rally day in Moline. Arrangements are being made for the military or*, ganizations of Rock Island and Moline^ to meet the governor at the train, and he will deliver a speech. While- h$re he will visit the Watertowh insane asylum. " Shelbyville.---Working in his fields when' a rain and lightning storm arose suddenly, William Gallagher was unable to reach safety at home and was killed^ instantly by a bolt of lightning, two *men working for him being stunned by the same bolt and - remaining unconscious for more than an hour before informing anybody of the accident. ^ Montgomery.--Aftef3 binding and gagging Mrs. V. X. Beher, postmis­ tress in Montgomery, two masked robbery robbed the post office of $155 in Btamps and money. Beher rushed from the store to call aid and the rob­ bers then bound and gagged his wife,, robbed the store and made their es­ cape while the husband was locked out. Elgin.--Following the capsizing of their boat as they were changing po­ sitions, Mr. and Mrs. Robert Rineau of Chicago and their little daughter narrowly escaped death by drowning, Rineau saving them by holding to the overturned boat with one hand and his wife with the othef while she held, their daughter, Bloomington.--Mazoumi Ben Rah­ man, an Armenian animal tamer, com­ mitted suicide in a hotel at Lincoln by swallowing carbolic acid. He left a note directing that C. W. Welch, South Bethlehem, Pa., be notified, as Welsh had his deeds and policies. Mazoumi was attired in IhtB native costume when found. Springfield,--While under the influ­ ence of chloroform in the office of Dr. J. C. Fisher of Decatur, Louise Smith, 11-year-old daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Smith of Mechanicsburg, died from the effects of the drug. The child had suffered from an affection of the tonsils and was being operated upon for relief. Joliet.--No clew has been obtained to the identity of the men who blew up part of the $100,000 building of the Joliet Iron & Bridge works. The damage will amount to about $10,000, and there will be considerable delay in the construction of the building as a result of the explosion. v Pana.--The little child of Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Halfatti fell backwards into a tub of boiling lye water and was seriously scalded. The child was relieved of his clothing as quickly as, possible and a physician summoned* who dressed the injuries. Waukegan.--Following the drown­ ing of Alfred Kellar In the lake, the city authorities of Highland Park pro­ hibited bathing in the lake thereafter on penalty of fine for disorderly con­ duct. Sterling.--Saloon keepers of Cterling petitioned the city council to pass a law abolishing free lunch in saloons and limiting lunch to pretzels and crackers, but the petition was pigeon­ holed. Carmi.---Frank Wilson shot James Edwards to death in a quarrel about a young v woman for whose favor both were suitors. Wilson surrendered to the authorities. He and Edwards were farmers southwest of this city. Pana.--Edward Rayhill was acquit­ ted of the charge of murdering Asa Cheney in April, 1908. The jury voted eight times before reaching a verdict, the finding ending a trial which began > eight days ago. Canton.--Hon. Stephen Y. Thorn­ ton, editor of the Canton Ledger, to cte&d* Mattoon.--Isaac N. McPherson, 8S years old, who has had a failing for running away from home, has been ad­ judged insane in the courts and has been sent to Kankakee. Galesburg.--Elmer Isaacson, aged 16 years, was drowned at the Wataga clay pit while swimming with a num­ ber of companions, when seized with cramps. Paxton.--Visiting at the home of his daughter, Mrs. William La Vernway. whom he had not $een in years, John Ryan of Olmsteadville, N. Y., dropped dead, so great was his joy at meeting- her. '• ' Fairfield.---Although it had been an­ nounced that she was to marry Nathan Medler, Miss Rose Hallafield eloped early on the morn of her marriage with John F. Shillings and made a wild early morning ride to Albion, where they were married as Medler awaited for her to join him. Nauvoo.--One of the four surviving widows of Brigham Young died at Salt Lake City. She was Maanah K. J. O. 5 T. Young. She was married to Young " in Nauvoo before the westward pil­ grimage of the Mormons. She was 88 y e a r s 4 *»•. , ••••• ,;.v: \"V "l~ - •• ,