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frj s'i WTOfiD author or imAcmr̂ eA," "Mnruwcmair jLLiismmMjv M&tG %*n,jucwr Jtuar My CAAWSWUt W TMor *v SVngpsisSt vr4.-- •}. Baraka, a Tartar girl, became enamored golden bearded stranger who was * Inspecting and studying herbs, In the leintty of her home In central Asia, and evf>Rled to him the location of a mine f rubies hoping that the stranger would ove her ih return for her disclosure. . tey were followed to the cave by the ..'rirlV relatives, who blocked up the en­ trance, and drew oft the water supply, .'Heaving the couple to die. Baraka's imsln "Saad. her betrothed, attempted to climb iBevvn a cliff overlooking the mine; but the traveler shot him. The stranger was Revived from a water gourd Saad car- 'i'iHed, dug his way out of the tunnel, and departed, desertng the girl and carrying -A bag of rubies. Baraka gathered all the fenis she could carry, and started in pur-ult. Margaret Donne (Margarita da f 'ordova). a famous prima donna, became ngagred in London to Konstantln Lo- gfotheti, a wealthy Greek financier. Her 'intimate friend was Countess l-even, •known as Lady Maud, whose husband .lad bean killed by a bomb in St. Peters- • t>ur?r; and Lady Maud's most intimate f t -friend was Rufut Van Torp. en Ameri- " #an. who had become one of the richest r *n» n in the world. Van Torp was in love IV.1 '-Ijirtth Margaret, and rushed to London as K. i„.! »oon as he heard of her betrothal. He : : • A-OflVr.-.l Lady Maud S5.000.000 for her pet !;• Charity if she would aid hini in winning "-the singer from Logotheti. Baraka ap- glv proaohed Logotheti at Versailles with • •• rubies to sell. He presented a ruby to ' Jllargaret. Van Torp bought a yacht and Sent it to Venice. He was visited by ." VBaraka in male attire. She gave him a ruby after the Amer'^an had told her of 'shaving seen in the United States a man nsweripg the description of the one she •ved. The American followed Margaret the Bayreuth "Parsifal" festival. CHAPTER v.--Continued. Mr. "Van Torp was fond of music, ulW apart from his admiration for he greatest living lyric soprano, and fiinco it wns his fancy to go to Bay **' ;feuth in the hope of sesing her, he fncant to hear Wagner's masterpiece, And supposed that there1 would not be 'if difficulty about such a simple mat- ;"^|er, nor about obtaining me sort of ' toons be was accustomed to, in the :H*ort of hotel he expected to And Inhere so many rich people went every \ 'other year. Any one wno has been ( £|o the holy place of the Wagnerians ," ;Jfcan imagine his surprise when, after "^Infinite difficulty, he found himself, :: >• belongings and his man deposited ' *'tn one small attic room of a Bavarian , tanner's house, with one feather-bed, '%no basin and one towel for, furniture. ' "Stemp," Bald Mr. Van Torp, "this *">*$8 a heathen town." ( ' "Y^s, sir." "I suppose I'm thought close about * ? . fcioney," continued the millionaire, |i(hinking aloud, "but I call $5 a day ,"'<ear for this room, don't you?" "Yes, sir, I do Indeed! I call it downright robbery. That's what I call air." "Well, 1 suppose they call it busi- :?Ci fsess here, and quite a good business, «-.l|oo. Bat I'd like to buy the "Whole ^^ v'lhing and show 'em how to run it. fiPhey'd make more in the end." \ T'f "Yes, sir. I hope you will, sir. Beg pardon, sir, but do you think it would v^ost a great deal?" "They'd ask a great deal, anyway," Answered the millionaire thoughtfully. • .•'Stemp, suppose you get me out some "/ ^"things and then take a look around, '•While I try to get a wash in that--that 4' iea-service .there,"' .•> '*2-< Mr. Van Torp eyed theexiguous •asin and |ug with, some ewriosity t ; - . MjUQd much contempt iStemp, impassive correct under all circumstance*, nstrapped a valise, laid out oh the ed what his master might nefjd, and quired if he wished anything else. "There isn't anything elfcs/'* an- wered Mr. Van Torp, gloomily^ "When shaH l come back, sir?" ffn 25 minutes. There Isn't half hour's wash in that sotvp-plate, yway." He eyed the wretched basin with a - ? ^ "glance that might Almost have cracked it. When his man had gone, , lie proceeded to his toilet, such as it ...was, and solaced himself by softly "^%histling as much of the "Good Pri- ay" music as he remembered, little :cll Wt reaming what it was, or that his per­ formance was followed with nervous ,f jjpnd almost feverish interest by the •ccupant of the next room in the at­ tic, a poor musician who had saved 41 «nd scraped^ for years to sit at the 7 siltouslcal feast during three days. \\ Ai "E eharpt" cried an agonized vdlce , ; " tn the other site of the closed door, in a strong German accent "1 know i t |t is E sharp! I -know it!" Mr* Van Torp stopped whistling at ,r:: •Bce- lowered his razor, and turned a 't.%;fiask of soapsuds in the direction K;,*J%hence the sound-earner ' ; "Do you mean me?" h* in<]Qlr«d in displeased tone, "I mean who whistles the "Good Fri- P* .,?$ay' music," answered the voice. "I ^ : *^ell you, I know it la E sharp in that " jplace. I have the score. I shall show ,:.',.^ou If you believe not." s l "He's mad," observed *fr. Van -^tjorpu beginning to shave a gam. "Are ? }ou a lunatic?" be asked, pausing tift- •r a momenta "What's thd' moiter you, anyhow?" ^ "Shall I? Well, now, that4s a funny • ^ort of a rule for a hotel, isn't it?" , s . 4 "I go complain of yon," retorted the ^4j^Uier, and Mr. Van Torp hefLFd a.dpor , -5* opened and shut again. ;• •' In a few minutes he had done all ,^hat the conditions would permit in ;'Jthe way of making himself present- . 4|ble, and Just as he left the room he " %as met by Stemp; the 25 minutes be­ ing just over. * "I am a musician, I tell you! l am - *$41 pianist!" . It's the sfttne thing." said Me. Van orp, working carefully on his upper under his right nostril:' "I shall tell you that you are a bar- rian!" retorted the voice. ' * y v "Well, thftt doeen'it hurt," answered r. Van Torp. ^ He heard a snort of acorn on the *4i!fthcr side and tterfe ; was science again. But before long, as he got from his upper Hp. with the ^."fazor, lie unconscfous:y began to whis- r< fie again, and he must have made, the fame mistake as before, for he was > tfttcrrupted by a deep groan of tain e ,|»M the next room., J . "Not feeling very well?" he inquired ^$!l» >i tone jof dry Joeularit^t ^tomach ^ »wnr - Van Torp could hear tdm dancing With rage or pain. "E sharp!" screamed the wretched pianist. « "See here, whoever you are, don't call names! I don't lnre it. See? I've paid for this room and I'm going on whistling if 1 like, and just as long as 1 like." "You say you make noises you like?" cried the infuriated musician. "Oh, no! You shall not! There are rules! We are not in London, Eir, we are in Bayreuth! If you make noises, ^ou shall be thrown out of the house." "Very good, sir. Ill-do what I can, sir," said the excellent man, as Mr. Van Torp pointed to the things that lay about. As be went out, he recognized the voice of his neighbor, who was talk­ ing excitedly in voluble German, some­ where at the back of the tiouse. "He's complaining now," thought Mr. Van Torp, with something like a smile. He had already been to the best hotel, in the hope of obtaining rooms, and h« had no difficulty in finding it again. He asked for Mme. da Cor­ dova. She was at home, for it was an otf-day; he sent in his card, and was **My dear rrlend, there are no spec­ ulators here, and there are no tickets to be had. Yon might as well ask for tha mooa!M , .... "I can stand, .then.; ftt bat il^id o f g e t t i n g t i r e d . " * ' • - « - "There are no fetaffUlai irt&ces at all! No one is allowed to go in who has Hot a seat A week ago you might possibly have picked up one in Mun­ ich, given up by some one at the last moment, but such chances are jumped at! I bonder that you erven got a place to sleep!" "Well, it's not much of h place," said Mr. Van Torp, thoughtfully. "There's one room the size of a horse­ box, one bed, one basin, one pitcher and on© towel, and I've brought my valet with me. I've concluded to let him sleep whife I'm at, the opera, and he'll sit up when 1 want to go to bed. Bo* a&d Cox. . I. dop't knQw what he'll sit on, for there's no chair, but he's got to sit" Margaret laughed, for he amused her. "I suppose you're exaggerating a little bit," she said. "It's not-reidly quite so bad as that, is it?" "It's worse. There's a lunatic In the next room who calls me E. Sharp through the door, and has lodged a complaint already because I whistled while I was shaving. It's not a very good hotel. Who is E. Sharp, any­ way? Maybe that was the name of the last man who occupied that room. I don't know, but I don't like the idaa of having a mad German pianist for a V. wmmm v</ .-a a I Toll YOU, Know it Is E 8h«rp. pre»ent2y ted -0 bar sitting room. Times had changed. Six months earlier he would have been told that thefe had been a mistake and that she had gone out < < She was alone; i" lwer »»he bad been writing lay unfinished on *the queer little desk near the shaded window, and her pen had fallen across the paper. On the round table in the middle of the small bare room there stood a plain white vase full of corn­ flowers and poppies, and' Margaret was standing there, rearranging them, or pretending to do so. 8he was looking her very best ana as she raised her eyes and greeted him with a friendly smile, Mr. Van Torp thought she had never been so handsome before. Margaret held out her hand and he took it; and though Its touch and her friendly smile were like a taste of heaven just then, he pressed her fin­ gers neither too much nor too little, and his face betrnyed no emotion. "It's very kind of you to receive me. Miss Donne," he said quietly. "1 think it's very kind of you to come and see me," Margaret an­ swered. "Come ami sit down and tell me how you got here--and why!" **Well," he answered slowly, as they seated themselves "side by side on the hard green sofa. "I don't suppose T can explain, so that you'll understand, but I'll try. Different kinds of thingB brought pie. I beard you were here from Lady Maud, and I thought per­ haps I might have an opportunity for a little talk. And then--oh, I don't know. I've seen everything worth seeing except a battle and 'Parsifal,' and as it seemed so easy, and you were here, I thought I'd have a look at the opera, since I can't see the fight" Margaret laughed a little. "I hope you will like it," she aald. "Have you a good seat?" "I haven't got a ticket yet," an­ swered Mr. Van Torp, in bllssfnl ig­ norance. "No seat!" The prima donna's sur­ prise was almost dramatic. "But how in the world do you expect to get one now? Don't you know that the seats for Parsifal* are al? taken months be­ forehand?" "Are they really?" He was very palm about it. "Then I suppose I shall have to get a ticket from a spec­ ulator I ~ abo&that* ~f. u r neighbor. He may get la wi asleep and think I'm the piano, ard hammer the life out of me, the way th<"y do, I've seen a perfectly new piaio wrecked la a siagle concert by a tf~ law who didn't look as if he had tlr* strength to kick a mosquito. The^'r^ so deceptive, pianists! Nervous met are often like that, and most pianists are nothing but nerves and hair." He amused her, for she had never seen him in his present mood. "E sharp is a note," she said. "On the piaiio it's the same as F natural. You must have; been whistling some­ thing your neighbor knew, and you made a mistake, and nervous mu­ sicians really suffer if one does that. But it must have been something rath­ er complicated, to have an E sharp m !t! It wasn't 'Suwanee Rriver,' nor the 'Washington Post,' either! In­ deed, I should rather like to know what It was." "Old tunes I picked up When I was cow-punching, years ago," answered Mr. Van Torp. "I don't know where they came fronl, for I never asked, but they're not like other tunes, that's certain, and I like them. They re­ mind me of the old days out west when I had no money and nothing to worry about" "I'm very fond of whistling, too," Margaret said. "I study all my parts by whistling them, so as to save my voice." • ' "Really! J bad no Mm that was possible." 'v "Quite. Perhaps you whistle very well. Won't you let me hear the tune that irritated your neighbor, the pian­ ist? Perhaps I know it, too." "Well," said Mr. Van Torp, "I sup­ pose I could. I should be a little shy before you," he added, quite naturally. "If you'll excuse me, I'll just go and stand before the window so that 1 can't_see you. Perhaps I can manage it that way." Margaret, who was bored to the verge of collapse on the off-days, thought him much nicer than he had formerly been, and she liked his per­ fect simplicity.. "Stand anywhere you like," phe said, "but let me hear the tune." Van Torp rose and went to the window and she looked quietly at his square figure and his massive, sandy head and his strong neck. Presently Rushmore would h*te called ft a vul­ gar accomplishment, but the mag­ nificent prima donna was too true a musician, as well as a siuger, not to take pleasure in a sweet sound, even if it were produced by a street-boy. But as Mr. Van Torp went on, she opened her eyes very wide and held her breath. There was no mistake abont it; he was whistling long pieces from "Parsifal," as far as it was pos­ sible to convey an idea of such music by such means. Margaret had studied it before coming to Bayreuth. in or­ der to understand it better; she had now already heard it once, and had felt the greatest musical emotion of her life--one that had stirred other emotions, too, strange ones quite new to her. < She held her breath and listened, and her eyes that had been wide open in astonishment, slowly closed again i» pleasure, and presently, when he reached the "Good Friday" music, her own matchless voice floated out with her unconscious breath, in such per­ fect octaves with his high whistling that at first he did not understand; but when he did, the rough hard man shivered suddenly and steadied him­ self against the window-sill, and Margaret's voice went on alone, with faintly breathed words and then without them, following the instru­ mentation to the end of the scene, beyond what he had ever heard. Then there was silence In the room, and neither of the two moved for some moments, but at last Van Torp turned, and came back. "Thank you," he said, in a low voice. Margaret smiled and passed her hand over her eyes quickly, as if to dispel a vision she had seen. Then she spoke. "Do you really not know what that music is?" she asked. "Really, really?" * "Oh, quite honestly I don't!*' ... » "You're not joking? You're not laughing at me?" "1?" He could not understand. "I shouldn't dare!" he said. "You've been whistling some of "Parsifal," some of the most beauti­ ful music that ever was written--and you whistle mavellously, for it's any­ thing but easy! Where in the world did you learn it? Don't tell me that those are 'old tunes' you picked up on a California ranch!" "It's true, all the same," Van Torp answered. He told her of the two foreigners who used to whistle together in the evenings, and how one was supposed to have been shot and the other had disappeared, no one had known whith­ er, nor had cared. AMATEUR HYPNOTIST MAKES CORPSE SHOW SI6NS OF L . -wjF v.*'? " Vvj - "iC-T- FUNERAL PUNS STOPPED and got into nickel, and I made the Nickel Trust what it is, more by financing it than anything else, and I got almost all of it. An& now I've sold the whole thing." "Sold the Nickel Trust?" Margaret was quite as much surprised as Lady Maud had been. "Yes. I wasn't made to do one thing long, I suppose. If I. were, I should still be a cow-boy. Just now, I'm here to go to 'Parsifal,' and since you say those tunes are out of that opera, I dare say I'm going to like it very much." . _ . "It's all very uncanny," Margaret said thoughtfully. "I wonder who those two men were, and what became of the one who disappeared." "I've a'strong impression that I saw him in New York the other day," Van Torp answered. "If I'm right, he's made money--doing quite well, I should think. It wouldn't surprise me to hear he'd got together a million or so." - "Really? What is he doing? Your stories grow more and more inter­ esting." "If he's the fellow we' used to call Levi Longlegs on the ranch, he's a Russian now. I'm not perfectly sure, for he had no hair on his face then, and now he has a beard like a French sapper. But the eyes and the nose and the voice and the accent are the same, and the age would about cor­ respond. Handsome man, I suppose you'd call him. His name is Kralinsky just at present, and he's found a whole mine of rubies somewhere." "Really? I love rubies. They are my favorite stones." "Are they? That's funny. . I've got an uncut one in my pocket now, if you'd like to see it. I believe it comes from Kralinsky's mine, too, though I got it through a friend of yours, two or three days ago." . * ;• "A friend of mine?" He was poking his large fingers into one of tike pockets of his waist­ coat ih search of the stone. . "Mr. Logotheti," he said, just as be found it "He's discovered a hand­ some young woman from Tartary, or somewhere, who has a few rubies to sell that look very much like Kra­ linsky's. This is one of them." He had unwrapped the stone how and he offered it to her, holding It out in the palm of his hand. She took it delicately and laid it in her own, J •* ' | I & m f mi' -r> 4 Uiat you have in your pocket, for 1 mean to remember this day, indeed I do!" 'V "I gave nothing for the ruby," said Van Torp, still not taking it from her "so it has no value for me, I wouldn't offer you anything that cost m« money, how, unless It */«* a theatei for your own. Perhr.ps the thing'i glass, after all; I've not shown it tc any jeweler. The gfrl made me tAkf it, because I helped her In a aort oi way. When 1 wanted to pay for it sh« tried to throw it out of the window. St I had to accept it to calm her down and she went off and left no address and I fhought I'd like y<gu, to have it if you would.-' "Are you quite, quite sure you did not pay for it?*' Margaret asked. "J« we are going to be friends, you musl please always be very accurate." "I've told you exactly what hap pened," said Van torp. "Won't yoi take it now?" . "YeB, I will, and thank you verj much indeed. I love rubies, and this is 'a beauty, and not preposterously big. 1 think 1 shall have it set as it is, uncut, and only polished, so that it will always be itself, just as yoii gave it to me. I shall think of th« 'Good Friday' music and the chimes, and this hideous little room* and your cleVer whistling,4 whenever I look at it" "You're kind to-day," said Mr. Van Torp, after a moment's debate as tc whether he should say anything at all. "Am I? You mean that I used to b« very disagreeable, don't you?" smiled as she glanced at him. "1 must have been, I'm sure, for you used to frighten me ever so much. Hearse for 1 Physicians Caned and Rushed to Hospital , ments But Apoplexy Filially Is tal In Strange Case in St Paul. -. St Paul, Minn. -- Mrs. Chariofeia Willner, who dropped supposedly dead of apoplexy in a dentist's office aztd whose body was taken to an underta­ ker's, was pronounced alive 24 hours later by Isaac Deverman, undertake*'# assistant and amateur hypnotist who said he had brought her back to life by massaging her hecrt as she lay oa the morgue slab and by exercising Ma will. The woman had been pro­ nounced dead by two physicians and * coroner's statement issued to that ef* feet. . Deverman proved to jissembled friends of Mrs. Willner the reappear­ ance of life by placing a mirror be­ fore the lips of the prostrate woman. Upon the glass vapor formed. Physicians were straightway sum­ moned to the undertaking establish­ ment, and by dint of strenuous effort for the woman's resuscitation, her Upa were seen to move and mutter unin­ telligibly. Electrical instruments were brought from the Luther and Bethee- da hospitals and applied, flushes were seen to form beneath the electrodes, but this rapidly ceased and assembled* physicians announced that rigor mor­ tis was setting in and that the woman was dead. Mrs. Willner called at the offices of Dr. A. M. Birnberg, dentist Gertnania ghe^ Mf® building, St, Paul, on a Sunday 1 afternoon. While sitting In the dep^ tist's office she began expostulations concerning a bill, during which she . » f •, i . IP But I'm not in the least afraid of you1 fell over apparently dead. Without now;» , I informing Coroner Miller's office «he "Why should any one be afraid of j was taken quietly to the undertaking me?" asked Van Torp, whose smile I rooms of Jacob Rockstruh. Informa- had been known to terrify Wall street when a "drop" was expected. t Margaret laughed a little, without looking at him. . "Tell me all about the Tartar girl," she said, instead of answering his question. Van Torp told her Baraka's his tory, as far as be knew it from Logo thetl. (TO BE CONTINUED.) MAN'S EVER-RESTLESS SPIRIT. "If He's the Fellow We Used to Call Lavi Longiega on ths Ranch," "All torts of young fellows *»ed to j which1 was so white that the gem 4ft mil til flm " ha mU .4 An' i. niimnacrtionQta^Atn^Pfl drift out there," he said, "aid one couldn't tell where they came from, though J can give a .guess at where some of them must have been, since I've seen the world. There were younger sons of English gentlemen, fellows whose fathers were genuine lords, maybe, who had not brains enough to get Into the army or the church, rhere were cashiered Prus­ sian officers, and Frenchmen who had most llke<y killed women out of jeal­ ousy, and Sicilian bandits, and brok­ en society men from New York. There were all *orts. And there wan me. And we all spoke different kin-Is of English a fid had different kinds of tastes, gcod and bad---mostly bad. There wan only one thing we could all do alik?, and that was to ride." "I never thought of ypu as riding," Margaret said. "Well, why should you? But I can, because I was just a common cow-boy and had t>, for a living." "It's intensely interesting--what a Ft range life you have had! Tell me shed a delicate pompegranate-colored light on the skin all round it. She admired, it turned it over with one ifinger, held it up towards the window, and laid it in her palm again. But Van Torp had set her thinking about Logotheti and the Tartar girl. She put out her hand to give back the ruby. "I should like you to keep it, If you will," he said. "I shan't forget jthe pleasure I've had in seeing you like this, but you'll forget all about our meeting here--the stone may just make you remember it sometimes." He spoke so quietly, so gently, that she was taken off her guard, and was touched, and very much surprised to feel that she was. She looked into his eyes rather cautiously, remember­ ing well how she had formerly seen something terrifying in them if she looked an instant too long; but qqw they made her think of the eye* of a large affectionate bulldog. "You're very kind to want to give it to me," she answered after a mo­ ment's hesitation, "'but I don't like to more about yourself, won't you?" "There's not much to tell, It seems j accept anything so valuable, now that he began to whistle, very softly and j to me," buid Van Torp. "From being j I'm engaged to be married. Konstantln perfectly in tune. Many a street-boy! a cow-boy I turned into miner, and might not like it But you're so kind; ooald do as well, ma «oubt-and J4r».| struck a Httle sihrer, aud i sold that | give me any little thing oi no value Iran Hand of "Things" Is Evidenced In the Constant Change That \ Seems Part of Life. It seems to me very strange," said Mark Twain one day, "that people ever move. The happiest day in the life of old John Bunyan was the day they threw him Into prison. It they'd ever got me there, they'd never have got me out". Here the humorist voiced, as he Often does, a profound truth. It reached to the core of one of the most trying evils of life, especially of mod- era life. "Why can't people be like trees." asks another philosopher, "and stay put?" Our continued moving about Is merely an expression of the restless spirit of man. It is only late­ ly that men have begun fully to un­ derstand w*hat Euskin m^arit when he declared that the Invention of the steam engine was ^ot a blessing, but a curse. And noW is the time of the year when many people begin to in­ dulge the most wearing of ail kinds of^thoving, change from one environ­ ment to another, from the city to the country. And in making the change they feel the iron hand of "things." Most of them are the slaves of "things." It is not enough for them to move themselves with all the spir­ itual lacerations that the change im­ plies; they must take with them a multitude of things, whose transporta­ tion is trouble both to the spirit and to the purse. Nickel Steel Formula Secret, "Essen is essentially notable for Its crucible nickel steel," said Ernst Lange of Werden, A. R., Germany, who is making a tour of the steel mills of this country. "There is so- called crucible nickel steel maid* else­ where in the world, but so * far as known the Krupp material is unex­ celled. This accounts for the large exportation of Krupp crucible nickel steel to the United States. In the case of engine parts, where heavy strains are exerted, manufacturers feel the necessity of acquiring the best steel obtainable, regardless of origin. The process of making cruci­ ble steel at thet Krupp works is jeal­ ously guarded, although, oven if all the details were known, the steel could not be made in America or else­ where, since only the Krupp works possess both the requisite organiza­ tion and experience. This crucible steel la, almost exclusively used by Krupp for gun work, and accounts in a large measure for the high reputa­ tion of Krupp ordnance.--Washington Post * • ' ?•>•.(• Ptetcherism and Waiter*?. i., * "Fleteherism uay be good for the digestion of the diner, but it is bad for the pocketbook of the waiter," said a restaurant proprietor. "People who chew according to Fletcher sit at tbe table so long that they keep other cus­ tomers away, and so cut down the number of tips. You don't see many of these scientific eaters at linch time--even the Fietcherites don't have time to keep tab on the movement of their jaws then; but at night there are many people abroad who eat by rule. You can pick them out in any restaurant They count as they masticate. "1 have two regular customers v^ho chew exactlj 100 times on one bite of bread alone. At that rate jfou can figure how long it win take to get through a meal. Also, you .can un­ derstand that the waiters doti't think tion, said to have come from Dever­ man, reached the coroner's office late at night, and the embalming of the woman's body was forthwith ordered stopped until an investigation ctfiild be effected At the time for the funeraf . the hearse and 30 carriages were tils- missed suddenly from the door of the undertaking establishment by the ex­ cited order of Mrs. Winner's friends, who had been summoned to see the signs o£ life. Eight doctors wer& summoned fireaa all parts of the city with resuscita­ ting apparatus, and Deverman, the Winner famHy not believing in hte "Tif ' •• " < j -ajC'1'**! - *?*-; ,, Dead Woman Kevlvad. A4„ •i s-i >| ' ' •» " ** '.•!,Mfv . statement, was ordered away. Dra. Sweezer. Comstock, Ostergren erf the Bethesda Hospital .nd Lumen of the Luther hospital wer<? first among the physicians to reach the woman's bide. They said there were certain signs of life^and the hearse was pressed into service to make the run to tl\e Bethes­ da hospital to fetch instruments In­ tended to resuscitate life. Batteries were attached to tbe body for two hours. :'5 1 • " Physicians connected with the strange case would give little light oa it. They agreed that Mrs. Willner died from apoplexy, as stated in the coro­ ner's certificate. As Deverman was discharged before the physicians ar». rived, his connection with the reap­ pearance of life is net spoken *by the physiciaes. The coroner's aids said they did not personally investigate the case, but took the word of two reputable phy^ Sicians. Drs. Lufln and Comstock, endeavored to resuscitate the woma* ̂ In the dentist's office, but failed. > No Use for French Clock. ^ Mrs- Granger--Silas. I saw a beae- tiful French clo^k in the jeweiertt" '1 > % window when I* was in town to-day. - ^ ,, i I do wish you would buy it for tnjr. Christmas present. ' . ^ Granger--Now. Mandy. there atft*t t. £ no use of wasting good money on a *' French clock. Neither of us under­ stands French and we'd never able' to tell what time it was by the thin®, t« ' Beemtown's Growth. .fTour town must have grown prefc ty large by this titte." I remarked to ^ j ny friend from the west \ j "Why, It has grown so large thit when we want to talk from one end sf it to the other we bav« to tell the telephone girl to give us long tance."--Chicago News. K: In Very Bad Shape. "Why don't you go to work?"*. Tin so dead tired of doing much of Fletcher aad his disciple** rm teo tired to 4*