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L'M" mi- CHAPTER XXXII. --13-- The White Night. / "lAfd. rm tired." groaned Rickard, Stumbling Into camp, wet to the skin. "Don't you say letters to me, Mac. I'm going, to bed. Tell Ling I don't •w ant any dinner. He'll want to fuss up something. I don't wantvto see food." i The day, confused and Jumbled, burned across his eyeballs; a turmoil of bustle and hurry of insurrection. He had made a swift stand against that. He was to be minded to the last man- 1 Jack of them, or anyone would go, his threat Including the engineers. Silent, 4 Irish, Wooster, Hardin himself. This was no time for factions, for leader feeling. , In bed, the Aay with, its irritations fell away. tHe could see now the step ahead that had been taken; the last trestle was done; the rock-pouring well on; he called that going some! He felt pleasantly languid, but not yet sleepy. His thought wandered over the resting camp. And then Innes Hardin came to him. Not herself, bat as a soft little thought which came creeping around the corner of his dreams. She had been there, of course, all day, tucked away In his mind, as though in his home waiting for him to come back to her, weary from the pricks of the dqy. The way he would come home to her, please» God, some day. Not bearing his burdens to her, he did not believe In that, but asking her diversions. Contentment spread her soft wipgs over him. He fell asleep. Rickard wakened as to a call. What had startled him? He listened, raising himself by his elbow. From a distance, a sweet high voice, unreal in its pitch and thrilling quality, came to him. It was Godfrey, somewhere on 'the levee, singing by the river. It brought him again to Innes Hardin. He pulled aside his curtain which hung over the screening of his tent and looked out into a moon-flooded world. Rickard's eyes fell on a little tent over yonder, a white shrine. «qyhite as that toe sweet soul of hers!" Wandering into die night, Godfrey passed down the river, Ringing. His voice, the footlights, the listening great audiences were calling to him. To him, the moon-flooded levee, the glistening water, made a star-set scene. He was treading the boards, the rushing waters by the bank gave the orchestration for his melody--"La Donna e Mobile." He began it to Gerty Hardin; she would hear It In her tent; she would take it as the tender reproach he had teased her with that afternoon in the ramada. He gave for encore a ballad long forgotten; he had pulled it back from the cobwebs of two decades; he had •Hie it his own. "But, my darling, you will be, Ever young and fair to me." It came, the soaring voice, to Tom Hardin, outside Gerty's tent, on his lonely cot. He knew that song. Disdained by his wife, a pretty figure a man cuts! If his wife can't stand him, who can? He wasn't good enough for her. He was rough. His life had kept him from fitting1 himself to her taste. She needed people who could talk like Rickard, sing like Godfrey. People, other people, might misconstrue her preferences. He knew they were not flirtations; she needed her kind. She would always keep straight; She was straight as a whip. Life was as hard for her as it was for him; he COOld feel sorry for her; his pity was divided between the two of them, the husband, the wife, both lonely in their own way. On the other side of the canvas .nails, Gerty Hardin lay listening to the message meant for her. The fickle set, he had called hers; no constancy In woman, he had declared, fondling her hair. He had tried to coax her into pledges, pledges which were also Msavowals to the man outside. •Silver threads ] Age shuddered at bpr threshold. She hated that song Cruel, life had been to her; none of Its promises had been kept. To be happy, why, that was a human's birthright; grab It, that was her creed! There Wits a chance yet; youth had not gone. He was singing it to her, her escape-- "Darling, you will be, ^ Ever yotmg and fair to me." ^'Godfrey, singing to Gerty Hardin, had awakened the camp. IfiBM, in Ntr tent, too, was listening. "Darling, you will be, & Ever young and fair to me!" So that is the miracle, that irlld Ash of certain feeling! Yesterday, doubting, tomorrow, more doubts--but \tonlght, the song, the night Isolated . nem, herself and Rickard, Into a world of their own. Life With him on ' pay terms she wanted. m. i •" C3WS CHAPTER XXXIIjU * O. The Battle In the Night. / ^ Gathering on the bank were the &>(4junp groups to watch the last stand fy: «f the rfrer against the rock bombard- ~.s* ibent. Molly Silent had crept down from the Crossing, full of fears. Out "^C'lhere, somewhere on the trestles, on . #ne of those rock curs, was her Jim. fllhe sat on the bank by Innes and Mrs. /-JparshaU. .-/f' Mrs. Hardin, floated by In her crisp 4; t InuBllu*. A few feet behind stalked '*tpodfrey, his eyes on the pretty figure , ; jjy his side. Innes turned from his " -Jook, abashed as though she had been peering through a locked door. V*" •* Gayly, with a fluttering of ruffles, v'ijGerty established herself on the bank, a*/' - a trifle out of hearing distance. A JThard little smile played on the Hps ac- Rented with Parisian rouge. The child- ".^ish expression was gone; her look ac- Reused life of having trifled with her. p'v Bvt thagr would "Don't look so unhappy, dearest, whispered the man at her side. "I'm going to make you happy, dear!" She flushed a brilliant, finished smile at him. Yes, she was proud of him. He satisfied her sense of romance, or would, later, when she was away from here, a dull pain pricking at her deliberate planning. Godfrey found her young, young and distracting. His life had been hungry, too; the wife, up there in Canada somewhere, had never understood him. Godfrey was ambitious, ambitious as she was. She would be his wife; she would see the cities of the world with him, the welcomed wife of Godfrey; she would share the plaudits his wonderful voice won. tf His eyes were on her now, she knew, questioning, not quite sure of her. She had worried him yesterday because she would not pledge herself to marry liirn if be sued for his divorce. She had'told him to ask her that after the courts had set him free. She could not have him sure of her. An exclamation from him recalled her. She found that he was.no longer staring at her; his eyes were fixed on the trembling structure over which a "battleship," laden with rock, was creeping. "I want to stay with you, you know that dearest But It doesn't feel right to see them all working like niggers and me loafing here. You don't mind?" Oh, no, Gerty did not mind! She was tired, anyway! She was going back to her tent! He thrust a yellow paper into her hands. "I sent that off today. Perhaps you will be glad?" .> She flung, another of her Inscrutable smiles at him, and went up the bank, the paper unread in her hands. The long afternoon wore away. They were now dynamiting the largest rocks on the cars before unloading them. The heavy loads could not be emptied quickly enough. Not dribbled, the rock, but dumped simultaneously, else the gravel and rock might be washed down stream faster than they tould be put together. Many cars must be unloaded at once; the din on Silenfs train was terrific. His crew looked like devils, drenched from the spray which rose from the river each time the rock-pour began; blackened by the smoke from the belching engine. The river was ugly In its wrath. It was humping Itself for Its final' stand against the absurdity of human inten tion; its yellow tall swished through the bents of the trestle. The order came for more speed. Rickard moved from bank to raft; knee deep in water, screaming orders through the din; directing the gangs; speeding the rock trains. Hardin oscillated between the ievee and dams, taking orders, giving orders. His energy was superb. It had grown dark, but no one yet had thought of the lights, the great Wells' burners stretched across the channel. Suddenly, the lights flared out brightly. Not one of those who labored or watched would ever forget that night. The spirit of recklessness entered even Into the stolid native. - The men of the Reclamation forgot this was not their enterprise; the Hardin faction jumped to Rickard's orders. The watchers on the bank sat tense, thrilled out of recognition of aching muscles, or the midnight creeping chill. No one would go home. To Innes, the struggle was vested in two men. Rickard running down yonder with that light foot of his, and Hardin with the fighting mouth tense. And somewhere, she remembered, working with the rest, was Estrada. Those three were fighting for the justification of a vision--an idea was at stake, a hope for the future. Rickard passed and repassed her. And had not seen her! Not during those hours would he think of her, not until the Idea failed, or was triumphant, would he turn to look for her. Vlsibly^the drama,moved toward Its climax. Before many hours passed the river would be captured or the Idea forever mocked. Each time a belching engine pulled across that hazardous track It flung a credit to the man-side. Each time the waters, slowly rising, hurled their weight against the creaking trestles where the rock was thin, a point was gained by the militant river. Its roar sounded like the last cry of a wounded animal In Innes' ear; the Dragon was'a reality that night as it spent its rage against the shackles of puny men. Molly Silent had seen her husband's train pull in. She watched for it to go out again. The whistle blew twlee. Something was wrong. She left her place In time to. see Silent, his face shining ghastly pale under the soot, pull himself up from the "battleship" where he had been leaning. Estrada, sent by Rickard to find out why the, train did not pull out, saw him the same Instant as did Molly. Silent swayed, waving them back unseelngly, like a man who is drunk. "God, man, you can't go like that!" cried Estrada. "Who's going?" demanded Silent, his tongue thick with thirst and exhaustion. The whistle blew again. "I will!" The train moved out on the trestle, ps the whistle blew angrily twice. Only Molly and Silent saw Estrada go. Silent staggered unseelngly up the bank toward the camp, Molly following. The river was humping out yonder; the rolling mass came roaring, flankon, against the dam. "Quick, for God's sake, quick!" yelled Rickard. His signals sounded short and sharp. "Dump It on, throw the cars in!" Marshall was dancing, his mouth full of oaths, on the bank edge. Breathlessly all watched the rushing water fling Itself over the dam. For several hushed seconds the structure could not be seeu. When the foam fell * c was standing. Silent, It supposed, was bringing in his train. ! Above the distant jagged line of mountains rose a red ball. A new day began. And again the Dragon rose; a mountain of water came rolling damward. Three trains ran steaming on the rails. "Don't stop now to blast the big ones. Poor 'em on!" ordered Rickard. There waB a long wait before any rock fell. Marshall and Rickard waited for the pour. The whistle# blew again. Then they saw whfrt was wrong. The morning light showed a rock weighing several tons which was resisting the efforts of the pressing crew. Out of the gloom sprang other figures with crowbars. The rock tottered, fell. The river tossed it as though It were a tennis ball, sent It hurtling down the lower face of the dam. Things began to go wild. The men were growing reckless. They were sagging toward exhaustion; mistakes were made. Another rock, as heavy as the last, was worked toward the edge. Men were thick about It with crowbars. They hurried. One concerted effort, drawing back as the rock toppled over the edge. One man was too slow, or too tired. He slipped. The watchers on the bank saw a flash of waving arms, heard^ cry; they had a glimpse of a blackened face as the foam caught it. The waters closed over him. There was a hush of horror; a halt. "God himself couldn't save that poor devil," cried Marshall. "Have the work go onl" Pour rocks on that wretch down there? Pin him down? Never had It seemed more like war! "A man down? Ride over him! to victory!" Soberly Rickard signaled for the work to go on. The rock-pour stuttered as If in horror. The women turned sick with fear. No one knew who It was^,. Some poor Mexican, probably. * "Who was it?' demanded Rickard, running down to the track. "The young Mexican, Hestrada. 'E tried to 'elp. 'E wasn't fit." "Who was it?" Marshall had run down to see why the work paused. Rickard turned shocked eyes on his chief. "Estrada!" The beautiful mournful eyes of Eduardo were on him, not Marshall's, horrified. Now he knew why Estrada had said, "I can't see it finished." . "Rickard!" The engineer did not recognize the quenched voice. "The work has got to go on." It came to Rickard as he gave the orders that Eduardo was closer to Marshall than to him. "As near a son as he'll ever have." He turned a minute later to see his chief standing bareheaded. HIB own cap came off. "We're burying the lad," said Marshall. The minute of funeral had to be pushed aside. The river would not wait. Train after train was rushed on to the trestles; wave after wave hit them. But perceptibly the dam was steadying. The rapid fire of rock, was telling. - ^ Another ridge of yellow waters rose. The roll of water came slowly, dwindling as it came; it broke against the trestle weakly. For the first time ihe trestle never shuddered. Workers and watchers breathed as a unit the first deep breath that night. There was a change. Every eye was on the river where It touched the rim of the dam, Suddenly a chorused cry rose. The river had stopped rising. The whistles screamed themselves hoarse. ^.nd then a girl, sitting on the bank, saw two men grab each other by the hand. She was too far awa? to hear 1 for her resentment. Nine, ten, eleven! How dared he treat her so? She blew out the lamps when she found that she was shaking with anger and undressed In the dark. She could not see him. If he came now, her self-control all gone! But she could not go to bed. She stood in her darkened tent, shaken by her angry passions. Suppose that he were only trifling with her? What was that paper he had thrust in her haod? With a candle She found the yellow paper. It was a copy of a telegram to Godfrey's lawyer. "Start divorce proceedings at once. Any grounds possible. Back soon. Godfrey." The frightened blood resumed its normal flow. If he had done this for her then she had not lost him. An apparent elopement, why had she never thought of that before? That would cement their bond. Her scruples could grow on the road. Oh, she could matK age Godfrey I She would go with him. She remembered that she must go tc bed If she were to have any looks in the morning. When Godfrey came to her next afternoon, penitent, refreshed after a long morning's sleep, he found a charming hostess. She was shy about his telegram. Enchantingly distant when he tried to reach her hand! "I can't go without you," he cried. He had discovered her Interpretation of his telegram and it delighted him; he j began to believe in his own intention. I know. You shrink from it all. You dread the steps that will free you. You need me beside you to help you. Let's cut the knot. Tonight!" v "Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow," whispered Gerty, and then she managed a few tears and he was allowed to kiss her. It was all arranged before he left the ramada. They were to leave together the next day. Her object would be accomplished by their leaving together. He would feel that he owed her his name. Of course Gerty must do it In the conventional way! She would have used rope ladders had they, been needed. The conventional note was pinned to her bureau scarf. Innes was with Tom when he found It. They came In together from the river. Neither had noticed the odd looks from the men as they passed through the encampment. A dozen men had seen Hardin's wife leave for the North with Godfrey. Gerty's letter told Tom that it was all over. She had tried to stand It, to be true even through his cruelty, but a feeling stronger than she was made her true to herself, and so true at last to him! Innes' revulsion lacked speech. The common blatter sickened her. She could offer no comfort. His eyes told her it was worse than death. He struck off her hand when it touched his shoulder. Gerty's hand had coerced him that way. He was done with softness. His silence oppressed her. This was a man she did not know; inarticulate, smitten. She told herself that even a sister was an Intruder--but she was afraid to leave him alone. She took a station by her own tent door. She would not go down to dinner. For hours she watched his tent. When It grew dark she could no longer endure It. She found him where she had left him. She forced herself toward the volcano's edge; and the swift eruption scorched her. It was the pitiable wreck of dignity, of pride. His words were incoherent; his wrath involved his sister, crouching In tears. Innes shrank from him, the man she did not know. The coarse streak was uncovered in all its repulslieness. He turned on Innes suddenly. She was crying, a huddled heap on the couch. "I've had' enugh crying-^between you and Gerty. Will you get outl I've got to have some sleep." Through her sobs he could, make out that she was afraid to leave him. "Well, then, I'll go. I'm used to having to leave my own tent. A dog's life.' He flung out Into the night. me! You were not going to tell me you were going. You were running away from me?" "You know that I love you! jt have been waiting for this minute, this woman, all these lonely years." Her head she kept turned from him. He could not see the little maternal smile that ran around the curves of her mouth. Those years, filled to the brim with stern work, had not bee® lonely. Lonely moments he had had, that was all. "Nothing for me?" He stopped, and made her face him, by taking both of her hands In his. • She would not look at him yet, would not meet the look which always mmrn compelled her will, stultified her speech. She had something to say first. ( "We don't know each other; that is, you don't know me!" Is that all?" There was relief in his voice. "I don't know you? Haven't seen you day by day? Haven't I seen your self-control tried, proved-- haven't I seen your justice, when you could not understand-*- Look at me!" She shook her head, her eyes on the sand at her feet He could scarcecatch her words. They did not know each other. He did not \know her! "Dear! I don't know whether you love red'or blue, that's a fact; Ibsen or Rostand; heat or cold. Does that matter? I know you!" An upward glance had caught him smiling. Her speech was routed. Tin the--only girl here I" , "Do you think that's why I love you?" , "Ah, but you loved Gerty!" That slipped from her. She had not meant to say that! Does that hurt?" Abashed by her J own daring, yet she was glad she had i CHAPTER XXXV. "God, Man, You Can't Go Like That!1* their voices, but the sun, rising red through the banks of smoke, fell on the blackened faces of her brother and Rickard. She did not car* who saw her crying. " ; CHAPVER XXXIV. A Desertion. When the afternoon waned and Godfrey did not call on her Gerty was roused to uneasiness. Had she angered him by refusing to make the definite promise? Could it be love, the sort of love she wanted, If he could stay away like this when they could have the camp to themselves, every one down at the break, no Hardlns running in every minute? Their first chance and Godfrey slighting it! He would surely come that evening, knowing that she would be alone I The IUttle watch Tom had given her for an almost forgotten birthday set the pace A Corner of His Heart. The second evening after the closure Rickard was dining with the Marshalls In their car. The Palmyra was to pull out the next day. Hardin': name was brought up by Tod Mar shall. "She was light potatoes," he dismissed the woman. "But she1 broken the man's spirit." Rickard, It was discovered, had nothing to say on the subject of the elopement. "I'm sorry his sister is not here tonight," began Marshall mischievously. "I did ask her, Tod" Claudia hastened to interrupt her lord. "But she would not leave her brother her last evening." "Her last evening?" exclaimed Rickard. "Is she going away?" Marshall subdued his twinkle. "We are carrying her off. She is to visit Mrs. Marshall while I am on the road." Rickard gulped down his coffee, boiling. "Mrs. Marshall, will you let me run away early?" Why should he give any excuse? They knew what he was running away forI He made his way to the little white tent on the far side of the trapezium Innes, by the door, was bidding good by to Senora Maldonado. He forgot to greet the Mexican. She stood waiting; her eyes full of him Surely, the kind senor had something to say to her? He had taken the white girl's band. He was staring into the white girl's eyes. Something came to her, a memory like forgotten music. Silently, ahe dipped away into the night Rickard would not release Innes' hand; her eyes could not meet the look in bis. ( "Ooma oot aad hava a walk wltk She Would Not Look at Him Yet dared. She wanted him to deny It. For he would deny it? She wondered if he were angry, but ihe could not look at him.' The minutes, dragging like weighted hours, told her that he was not going to answer her. It came to her then that she would never know whether Gerty's story were wholly false, or partly true. She knew, then, that no wheedling, wife's or sweetheart's, would tease that story from him. It did not belong to him. His silence frightened her into artlculateness. He must not think that she was foolish! It was not that, in itself, she meant. The words jostled one another in their soft swift rush. He--he had made a mistake once before. had liked the sort of woman he had thought Gerty was. She herself was not like the real Gerty any taore than she was like the other, the Jwoman that did not exist. He would find that they did not think alike, believe alike, that there were differences-- *• "Aren't y6u making something out of nothing, Innes?" That voice could always chide her into silence! Her speech lay cluttered In ruins, her words like useless broken bricks falling from the wall she was building. He took her hand and led her to a i pile of rock the river had not eaten. He pulled her down beside him. "Isn't It true, with us?" "It Is, with me," breathed Innes. Their voices were low as though they were in church. "And you think is isn't, with me!" Rickard stood before her. "Is it because I trust you, I wofider? That I. loving you, love to have the others love you, too? Don't you suppose I know how it is with the rest Mac- Lean; how It was with Estrada? Should I be jealous? Why, I'm not. I'm proud! Isn't that because I know you, know> the fine steady heart of you? You hated me at first--and I am proud of that. I don't love you enough?" He knelt at her feet, not listening to her pleading. He bent down and kissed one foot; then the other. "I love .them!" The face he raised to her Innes had never seen before. He pressed a kiss against her knee. "That, too! It's mine. I've not said my prayers since I was a boy. I shall say them again, here, you teaching me." HIS kisses ran up her arm, from the tips of her limp fingers. His mouth, close to hers, stopped there. He whispered: "You--kiss me, my girl!" Slowly, unseelngly, as though drawn by an external will, her face raised to his; slowly, their lips met His arms were around her; the world was blotted out Innes, minutes later, put her mouth against his ear. It was the Innes he did not know, that he had seen With others, mischievous, whimsical, romping as a young boy. "I love--red," she whispered. "And heat and sunshine. But I love blue, on you; and cold, if it were with you --and the rest of the differences--" He caught her to him. 'There are not going to be any differences !** (THE END.) WW DIAMOND CUTTERS WORK FINE TREES IN PHILIPPINES Three Distinct Processes Before the Rough Stone Is Considered Fit :Hf. Personal Adornment. V Tow people who wear diamond know the story that lies behind them. To most of them the diamond Is an agreeable means of personal decoration-- something that attracts the eye in a Jeweler's window and Is purchased an hour or so later In it* <»mfortable setting of platinum or gold. But let us see what lies beyond. Let us glimpse the long road that stretches between the miner and the wearer. There are three processes In the conversion , of the rough stone Into flasn- Ing brilliance. The first one consists In cleaning the course stone of defective parts and splitting off the flaws, The second Is the cutting, which gives the' stone Its form and. In a rough way, determines the number of faces It shall have. Finally, there Is the polishing, which gives to these faces their clearness and brllliancjr. The sawyer, when he finds a flaw. Inserts the diamond Into a sort of a cup filled with a fusible cement. Then, by means of an instrument furnished with a recently cut diamond, the edge of which projects sharply, he rubs on one of the stones the pointed end of the other, after which he strikes lightly in order to separate the two pieces. The cutter uses somewhat similar instruments to the sawyer. He forms only about one-half of the faces, leaving it to the polisher to form the remainder. The diamond is then polished on an Iron plate rotating rapidly and impregnated with diamond dust and oil. It Is set In an alloy of lead and tin In the form of a cone, of which the stone occupies the summit The operation, as described in the Modern Hospital, takes a long time and requires the exercise of extreme patience, but the result Is certainly In every sense of the word a "brllllsnt" one. Nowhere Are There Morp Enormous trunks Than In the Lowlanfe of the Islanda. Until we fell heir to the Philippine islands we had no dense virgin tropical forests belonging to the United States. The Hawaiian islands are well within the tropica, but the topography of the Islands is not such as to induct the gigantic growth of trees. There are no denser or more enormous treegrowths anywhere in the world, however, than are to be found over great areas of the Philippine lowlands. The soli is of excessive richness, the rain fall Is heavy, and the climate combines to Induce a riotous tangle of vegetation which is unimaginable to thost who have not actually seen It or are familiar only with the orderly and usually comparatively scant growths of the temperate zone. Even the great forests of the far West, which cut more board feet to the acre than any other forest lands In the world, cannot compare for a moment In luxuriance and profligacy of growth with the tropical forest. They Impress you, It is true, with having been many centuries In the making, but on the other hand the rank and enormous growths of the low land tropics make you feel that tbey have always been there since the world commenced. The northern forests are reposeful; the tropical jungle is savage, overwhelming.--Exchange. Biblical Town of Gaza. Al-Mintar, or the watchtower, still exists to the east of the town of Gaza. It Is where Samson Is said to have carried the gates of the city. On the road from Gaza to Jaffa are ancient olive trees, many of them more than one thousand years old, with gnarled bark and Immense trunks. There Is an old legend which credits Gaza with the Inventlon of the first mechanical clocks. Tliese were perhaps the sand clocks which are still used In some mosqU" East St. Louis.--Members of the--police department here have unionized and expect to become affiliated with the American Federation of Labor. The newly formed organization is to be known as the Eapt St. Louis branch of the Police Protective association! Chicago.--Mere woman came Into* her own when for the first time in its sixty-four years of existence the Illinois Homeopathic association elected a woman as its president. Dr. Annie Whitney Spencer of Batavla being chosen without a dissenting vote, thus placing a woman at the bead of one of the largest medical organizations In the Middle West Chicago.--The Illinois MilSMDealeT# association granted the demands of the mHk drivers for an increase In wages of $9 a week. They have been getting $26 and will now get $35, the raise dating from May 1. The raise to 14 cents in tfc> price of milk was decided on to "compensate the dealers." The Increase will cost Chicago milk consumers $2,200,000 a year. Camp Grant, Rockford.--Chicago's veteran army railroad builders--the Thirteenth engineers--were honorably discharged. Prior to Its final demo* bilizatlon the "lucky Thirteenth" was formally Inspected and reviewed by Col. Roger D. Black of the army gen-.* eral staff, son of Maj-Gen. W. M. Black, chief of the army engineering corps. Chicago.--Indictment of five Judges and clerks of election in the sixteenth precinct of the Fifth ward was the answer of the November grand Jury Impaneled by Chief Justice Kavanagh to County Judge Scully's petition for a special jury and state's attorney. Those accused were Ella Buckley and Max J. Kramp, clerks, and Peter Daluga^ James Gorman and Otto Wagner, Judges. Springfield.--Illinois fire losses fdf April were $1,137,833, according to the report of Fire Marshal John G. Gamber. This is a decrease of $901,844 from March, when losses were abnormally high, and an Increase of $346,- over April a year ago. Nine hundred and seventy-nine fires were reported. Twenty-five persons lost their lives and 24 were Injured through fires. Brest, France.--The steamship Kalserin Augusta Victoria, one of the German steamers recently turned over to the United States, sailed from this port for the United States last week with 5,000 troops and 697 passengers. The troops Include the One Hundred and Thirty-first infantry (old First Illinois) regiment, and Sixty-sixth Infantry brigade headquarters, &nd the Twenty-fifth enlgneers. Springfield.--Three of the bodies have been recovered in the Glen Ridge mine of the Marlon County Coal company, north of Centralla, In which an explosion occurred recently, according to a report made by Joseph G. Thompson", director of the state department of mines and minerals, to the office of the department. Four men were killed In the explosion. The accident was due, It is thought, to improperly placed shots. Beardstown.--Organised labor Is already arranging for a monster celebration of labor day. The idea originated with the Union Labor Federation of the Burlington railroad, which has requested every union In the city to send delegates to a meeting to be called shortly to form an organization and arrange the details. It Is hoped to secure the attendance here of organized labor from all this section of the state. Springfield.--Discontinuance of the Teachers' Training school In which 150 of Sprlnflgeld's public school teachers were fitted for teaching, and the resignation of Principal J. M. Humer of Rldgely school, were developments at meeting of the board of education. Superintendent of Schools I. M. Allen recommended that the training school be abolished, upon the grounds that it has ceased to be either economical or Over Bones of Fallursa. fefeftaphs In the Cemetery of Fofiqpat Beginning of Pittsburgh ill uie ivcuieicij ui -N--ov ember 25„ is„ t he a.n n_ iv.e rsar«y .vof. He lacked tact; worry,killed him; he l tne ralates «f the Ens1 8 * was too sensitive; he couldn't say "no"; he did not find his place; a little success paralyzed him; he did not care how he looked; he did not guard his weak point; he was too proud to take advice; he did not fall In love with his work. „ Optimistic Thought • true soldier never bends his sword to cruel slaughter successful. ruins of Fort Duqav**i>«s In 1754. The place was then named Pittsburgh, In honor of Britain's famous prime minister. It owes its great growth to Its proximity to coal and iron fields of vast magnitude. , J?" i-- Unfailing Dividends. What Incomes have we not had from a flower, and how unfailing are the dividends at tbe seasons H-liowell. , Aurora.--This being an era of unrest, the down-state club women-- that Is, the club women outside of Chicago In the Illinois Federation of Women's Clubs--are hatching a revolt. They Intend to dethrone, overthrow or unhorse--call It what you will--the Chicago fair folk, whom they assert, have run things so long In the federation that they have come to look upon "their right to rule" as a sort of heritage. Chicago.--An airdrome In every large commercial center and fleets of airships for the rapid exchange of important messages and materials. This is one of the recommendations adopted by the 2,000 delegates of the National Foreign Trade Council convention. The committee that wrote the report had 73 men on it, representing $40,- 000,000.000 capital, with President James A. Farrell of the United State* Steel corporation as chairman. Springfield.--An organization ot world war veterans In Illinois will soon be a reality, according to Springfield delegates to a recent German War Veterans' assembly held at St Louis. The organization will be similar to the G. A. R. Arrangements were made at the St. Louis meeting for a national convention in Milwaukee next November. Then formal oi* gan) ration will be effected, It Is said. Jerseyville.--Taxpayers will within the next eight weeks be called on to vote on the question of the Issuance • of $20,000 of municipal bonds to retire a long outstanding indebtedne*». Aurora.--The Philadelphia lodge o« the Loyal Order of Moose has voted • donation of $100,000 for a hospital to be built at Mooseheart near Aurora. In memory of the Moose lodge mens* bers who were killed In the war of • who died In the service. Springfield.--Child labor In Illinois has been reduced. Miss Jeanette Bates, assistant attorney, assigned to the department of factory inspection. Is authority for the statement. In a recent address at Chicago she de» clared Illinois has certainly taken a great step forward since the passing / ,y/.'. %L\ l'*'- k" ' l A..»L ??:• •«**V ,