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THE GALVESTON TRIBUTE :
MONDAY,
FEBRUARY 20,
1905.
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BY LOUIS TRACY •
of a month to the best towns in south
Texas where amateur teams are to be met,
such towns as Victoria, Gonzales, Hal-
lettsville and others.
The uniforms this year—and there
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JACOB SCHAEFFER INJURED.
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“I know you well enough,” retorted
De Chauxville hoarsely, “to be aware
that it Was you who sold the Charity
league papers to Vassili in Paris. I
know you well enough, madame, to be
aware of your present position in re-
gard to your husband. If I say a
word in the right quarter you would
are
new ones—will be dark blue with
trimmings. The uniforms of last
years wall be used for practice. ’Manager
Johnson is trying to get six or seven
games with the Galveston league team for
exhibition and practice before the season
opens up and believes that the negotia-
tions will go through for some week day
games, if not for a game on Sunday.
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HOUSTON LINE-UP GIVEN.
With 20 men practically engaged for the
Houston team, the line-up given out by
Manager Reilly covers the bulk of the
contingent that will probably appear on
the day set to report. Here is the list;
Wade Moore, catcher; Leslie, first base;
Lampkin, second base; Truesdale, short-
stop; Markley, third base; Barrett, left
field; Weber, center field; Paulig, right
field; Sorrell, Nelson, Jones, Bob White
and Weber, pitchers. Other men are being
held in reserve and will be called upon if
the occasion arises. It is the intention of
Owners Reilly and Leslie and Field Man-
ager Wade Moore to give Houston the
class of baseball the fans have craved.
Work on the new park for the Houston
team was to commence today. The new
park is located between the two tracks of
the San Felipe street car line and close to
the city. It will be easily accessible and
the peasantry. I should like you to
find out as much as you can. Perhaps
you know already. Perhaps he has
told you, princess. I know that beau-
tiful face. He has told you. Good.
Does he take an interest in the peas-
ants?”
Etta did not answer.
“Kindly give me your attention ma-
dame. Does the prince take an inter-
est in the peasants?”
“Yes.” • -
“An active interest?”
“Yes.”
“Have you any details?”
“No,” answered Etta.
“Then you will watch him and pro-
cure those details.”
Etta’s face was defiant and pale.
De Chauxville never took his eyes
from it.
“I have undertaken a few small com-
missions for an old friend of yours, M.
Vassili, whom you obliged once be-
fore!” he said, and the defiance faded
from her eyes.
“The authorities cannot in these dis-
turbed times afford to tolerate princes
of an independent turn of mitid. Such
men are apt to make the peasant think
himself more important than he is. I
dare say, madame, that you are already
tired of Russia. It might perhaps serve
your ends if this country was made a
little too hot for vour husband, eh? I
pine and now raising his rifle to his’ the Houston Electric company is prepared
shoulder.
In a flash of comprehension the two
girls saw all through the panes of the
closed window. It was still singularly
like a scene on the stage. The second
bear raised his’ powerful forepaws as
he approached.- One blow would tear
oi)en Patil’s brain.
A terrific report sent the girls stag-
gering back, for a moment paralyzing
thought,. The Beeper had fired through
the window, both barrels almost si-
multaneously. -It was a question how
much lead would bring the bear down
before he covered the intervening doz-
en yards. In the confined space of
the hut the report of the heavy double
charge was like that of a cannon.
Moreover, Steinmetz, twenty yards
away, had fired at the same moment.
(To Be Continued.)
Food Value.
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portant to obtain a Brand that runs uni-
form in quality and contains the full per-
centage of Butter Fat, which is the chief
food value of Condensed Milk. The old
reliable Eagle Brand Condensed Milk in
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to install a connecting line of track, mak-
ing a short loop for the accommodation of
special cars. New stands and bleachers
are to be erected, sufficient in size to ac-
commodate a crowd as large as ever at-
tended a game during the high tide of in-
terest last season.
Whether President Bliss Gorham is sick
or well the South Texas League of Base-
ball Clubs will hold its regular spring
meeting at Houston the coming Wednes-
day.
Managei’ Johnson of the Galveston club
stated last night that in the event Mr.
Gorham is still sick at the time for the
meeting a president pro tem will be se-
lected and the meeting held anyway. The
matter of a schedule for the 1905 season,
said Mr. Johnson, would come up for
action at the meeting, besides the general
run of business necessary to be transacted
by th© league before the opening of the
season.
FASHIONS IN BABYLAND.
the rush and bustle of the fashion
world the tiny tots are by no means for-
gotten, and one sees the daintiest of
things for them. Our cut is an example,
illustrating a baby’s dress of white French
“The Wings of the Morning’’ is one of those books that
you just have to read to see how it all comes out.__San
Francisco Argonaut.
“2 hold you in my handy
never leave Russia alive. I have mere-’’ care to.
ly to say to Catrina Lanovitch that it
was you who banished her father for
your own gain. I have merely to hand
your name in to certain of the Charity
league party, and even your husband
could not save you.”
He had gradually approached her
and uttered the last words face to face,
his eyes close to hers. She held her
head up—erect, defiant still.
“So you see, madame,” he said, “you
belong to me.”
She smiled.
“Hand and foot,” he added. “But I
am soft hearted.” 'x
He shrugged his shoulders and turn-
ed away.
“What will you?” he said, looking
out of the window. “I love you.”
“Nonsensb!”
He turned slowly around.
“What?”
“Nonsense!” repeated Etta. “You
love power. You are a bully. You love
to please your own vanity by thinking
that you have me in your power. I am
not afraid of you.”
De Chauxville ]
against the window,
rifle.
“Reflect a little,” he said, with a
cold smile. “It would appear that you
do not quite realize the situation. Wo-
men rarely realize situations in time.
Our friend—your husband—has many
of the English idiosyncrasies. He has
all the narrow minded notions of honor
which obtain in that country. Added
to this, I suspect him of possessing a
truly Slavonic fire which he keeps un-
der. ‘A smoldering fire’— You know,
madame, our French proverb.”
“What do you want?” interruped Et-
ta. “Money?”
“I am not a needy adventurer.”
“And I am not such a fool, M. de
Chauxville, as to allow myself to be
dragged into a vulgar intrigue, bor-
rowed from a French novel, to satisfy ,
your vanity.”
De Chauxville’s dull eyes
flashed.
the billardist, met with
night that will keep him from
for six or eight weeks. IT.
icy pavement at Edgewood while
the residence of George Myers, where
was visiting. He broke the little finger on.
his right hand.
tended him said the finger will not heal be-
fore six or eight weeks.
off the tour with Willie Hoppe
for Chicago, his home, today.
muslin, with pointed bib front and little
cuffs, hand embroidered in iself-tone
edged with a narrow ruffle of Valen-
ciennes lace.
yours,” he said.
Etta did not answer. She was think-
ing of the conversation she had had
with Steinmetz in Petersburg. She
was wondering whether the friendship
he had offered—the solid thing, as he
called it—was not better than the love
of this man.
“I have information now,” went on
De Chauxville, “which would have
made you my wife bad I had it soon-
er.”
“I think not,” said the lady insolent-
ly. She had dealt with such men be-
fore. Hers was the beauty that ap-
pealed to De Chauxville and such as
he. It is not the beautiful women
■who see the best side of human na-
ture.
“Even now,” went on the French-
man, “now that I know you, I still
love you. You are the only woman I
shall ever love.”
“Indeed!” murmured the lady, quite
unmoved.
“Yes, although in a way I despise
you—now that I know you.”
“Mon Dicu!” exclaimed Etta,
you have anything to say, please say it.
I have iio time to probe your mys-
teries, to discover your parables. You
know me well enough, perhaps, to be
aware that I am not to be frightened
by your cheap charlatanism.”
“I know you well enough;
hunters had separated. Tne Keeper
lighted a small fire and shyly attended
to the ladies, removing their snow-
shoes with his clumsy fingers. He
closed the door and arranged a branch
of larch across the window so that
they could stand near it without being
seen.
They had not been there long be-
fore De Chauxville appeared. He mov-
ed quickly across the clearing, skim-
ming over the snow with long, sweep-
ing strides. Two keepers followed
him and after having shown him the
rough hiding place prepared for him
^gjjently withdrew to their places. Soon
Karl Steinmetz came from another di-
rection and took up his position rather
nearer to the hut in a thicket of pine
and dwarf oak. He was only twenty
yards away from the refuge where the
girls were concealed.
It was not long before Paul came.
He was quite alone and suddenly ap-
peared at the far end of the clearing,
in very truth a mighty hunter, stand-
ing nearly seven feet on his snowshoes.
One rifle he carried in his hand, anoth-
er slung across his back.
From his attitude it was apparent
that he was listening. It was proba-
ble that the cries of the birds and the
distant howl of a wolf told his prac-
ticed ears how near the beaters were.
He presently moved across to where
De Chauxville' was hidden, spoke
some words of advice or warning to
him and pointed with his gloved hand
in the direction whence the game might
be expected to come.
It subsequently transpired that Paul
was asking De Chauxville the where-
about of Steinmetz, who had gained his
place of concealment unobserved by
either. De Chauxville could give him
no information, and Paul went away
to his /post dissatisfied. Karl Stein-
metz mvst(;have seen them. He must
have di,vjne(l the subject of their con-
versation, but he remained bidden and
gave no sign.
Paul’s post was behind a fallen tree, I
and the watchers in the tut could see
him, while he was completely hidden
from any animal that might enter the
open clearing from the far end. He
turned and looked hard at the hut, but
the larch branch across the window ef-
fectually prevented him from discov-
ering whether any one was behind it
or not. ... t
Then suddenly the keeper gave a lit-
tle grunt and held up his hand, listen-
ing with parted lips ana eager eyes.
There was a distinct sound of break-
ing branches and crackling underwood.
They could see Paul cautiously rise
from his knees to a crouching attitude.
They followed the direction of his gaze,
and before them the monarch of these
forests stood in clumsy might. A bear
had shambled to the edge of the clear-
ing and was standing upright, growling
and grumbling to himself, his great
paws waving from side to side, his
shaggy head thrust forward with a
recurring jerk singularly suggestive of
a dandy with an uncomfortable collar.
These bears of northern Russia have
not the reputation of being very fierce
unless they are aroused from their
winter quarters, when their wrath
knows no bounds and their courage
recognizes no danger.
The bear stood poking his head and
looking about with little, fiery, blood-
shot eyes for something to destroy.
His rage was manifest, and in his
strength he was a grand sight,
majesty of power and a dauntless cour-
age were his.
It was De Chauxville’s shot, and
while keeping his eye on the bear Paul
glanced impatiently over his shoulder
from time to time, wondering why the
Frenchman did not fire. The bear was
a huge one and would probably carry
three bullets and still be a dangerous
adversary.
The keeper muttered impatiently.
They were watching Paul breathless-
ly. The bear was approaching him. Ft
would not be safe to defer firing an-
other second.
Suddenly the keeper gave a short ex-
clamation of astonishment and threw
up his rifle.
There was another bear behind Paul,
shambling toward him, unseen by him.
All his attention was riveted on the
huge brute forty yards in front of him.
It was Claude de Chauxville’s task to
protect Paul from any flank or rear at-
tack, and Claude de Chauxville was
peering over his covert, watching with
blanched face the second bear, and lift-
ing no hand, making no sign. The
bear was’within a few yards of Paul,
who was crouching behind the fallen
“I will trouble you to oeiieve,
madame,” he said in a low, concentrat-
ed voice, “that such a thought never
entered my head. A De Chauxville is
not a commercial traveler, if you
please. No; it may surprise you, but
my feeling for you has more good in
it than you would seem capable of in-
God only knows how it is
that a bad woman can inspire a good
love.”
“Then
asked.
“In the meantime, implicit obedi-
ence.”
“What are you going to use me for?”
“I have ends,” replied Claude de
Chauxville, who had regained his usual
half mocking composure, “that you
will serve. But they will be your ends
as well as mine. You will profit by
them. I will take very good care that
you come to no harm, for you are the
ultimate object of all this. At the
end of it all I see only—you.”
“What if I refuse?” asked Etta, keen-
ly aware of the fact that this man
was handicapped by his love for her.
“Then I will force you to obedience.”
Etta raised her delicate eyebrows in-
solently.
“Ah!”
“Yes,” said De Chauxville, with sup-
pressed anger, “I will force you to
obey me.”
The princess looked at him with her
little mocking smile. “You have a
strange way of proving the truth of
your own statements.”
“What statements?”
She gave a little laugh. Her atti-
tude, her glance, the cunning display
of a perfect figure, the laugh, the
whole woman, was the incarnation of
practiced coquetry. She did not ad-
mit even to herself that she was afraid
of De Chauxville, but she was play-
ing her best cards in her best manner.
She had never known them fall.
Claude de Chauxville was a little
white about the lips. His eyelids flick-
ered, but by an effort he controlled
himself, and she did not see the light in
his eyes for which she looked.
“If you mean,” he said coldly, “the
statement that I made -to you before
you were married—namely, that I love
you—I am quite content to leave the
proof till the future. I know what I
am about, madame.”
He took bis watch from his pocket
and consulted it.
“I must go in five minutes,” he said.
“I have a few instructions to give you,
to which I must beg your careful at-
tention.”
He looked up, meeting Etta’s some-
what sullen gaze with a smile of tri-
umph.
“It is essential,” he went on, "that I
be invited to Osterno. I do not want
to stay there long—indeed, I do not
But I must see the place. I
dare say you can compass the invita-
tion, madame?”
“It will be difficult.”
"And therefore worthy of your en-
deavor. I have the greatest regard for
your diplomatic skill. I leave the mat-
ter in your hands, princess.”
Etta shrugged her shoulders and
looked past him out of the window. De
Chauxville was considering her face
carefully.
“Another point to be remembered,”
he went on, “is your husband’s daily
life at Osterno.
above suspicion,
watching him.
propagating revolutionary ideas among
From the moment that the man and the girl, who are the
survivors of the good ship Sirdar, are described on the beach
of their island until the last page, Mr. Tracy keeps you in-
terested. The people in this story are real and no puppets.
Altogether the novel is an achievement.—New York Even-
ing Sun.
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ISLAND CITYS REORGANIZED.
Manager Charley Johnson has completed
the reorganization of his crack Island City
aggregation of amateurs. Last year this
team played 32 games and won 28 of them,
and Mr. Johnson hopes to make a record
equally as good in 1905.
The personnel of the team will be the
same as last year, said Mr. Johnson, the
line-up being as follows: Eddie Vint,
catcher; Martin Matejowsky, Eddy Ryan
and Charley Maxwell, pitchers; Tom
Brooks, first base; Marino Vidovich, sec-
ond base; Paul Cambeilh, third base; Otto
Hildebrand, shortstop; Beno Sproule, cen-
ter field; Eddie Watts, left field; Laurence
Domingo, right field.
Arrangements will be made for a trip
see your proud lips quivering, princes I
It is well to keep the lips under con-
trol. We, who deal in diplomacyr know
where to look for such signs. Yes, I
dare say I can get you out of Russia—
forever. But you must be obedient.
You must reconcile yourself to the
knowledge that you have met—your
master.”
He bowed in his graceful way,
spreading out his hands in mock hu-
mility.
“A lenient master,” pursued the
Frenchman, whose vanity was tickled
by the word. “I do not ask much.
One thing is to be invited to Osterno,
that I may be near you. The other is
a humble request for details of your
daily life, that I may think of you
when absent.”
Etta drew in her lips, moistening
them as if they had suddenly become
parched.
De Chauxville glanced at her and
moved toward the door. He paused,
with his fingers on the handle, and,
looking back over his shoulder, he
said: «
“Have I made myself quite clear?”
Etta was still looking out of the win-
dow with hard, angry eyes,
no notice of the question.
De Chauxville turned the handle.
“Again let me impress upon you the
advisability of implicit obedience,” he
said, with delicate insolence. “I men-
tioned the Charity league, but that is
not my strongest claim upon your at-
tention. I have another interesting lit-
tle detail of your life, which I will re-
serve until another time.”
He closed the door behind him, leav-
ing Etta white, lipped.
charming love romance full of
adventures admirably related.
We have secured the serial rights for
our columns and will begin its publica-
tion in an early issue.
BULL FIGHTER CRIPPLED FOR LIFE.
By Associated Press.
Chicago, Ill., Feb. 20.—A dispatch to the
Tribune from El Paso, Tex., says:
Rafael Arana, known as Joarana Chico,
has met with injuries in the bull ring that
will retire him for life. He sustained a
broken leg, his’ spine was fractured and
his side was gored.
The fight was under the management of
Felix Robert, a French matador, who him-
self dispatched two of the six bulls killed.
It was the first bull that caused the ex-
citement. “Chico” went at the bull in the
midst of cheers that fairly shook the
amphitfrfuter. He bad been heralded as
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one of Spain’s most noted matadors.
Scarcely had he made the death plunge
at the bull when the infuriated animal
“sidestepped,” quickly charged and caught’
him on its horns. Rushing around the
ring bellowing and pawing with rage, the
animal first tossed him to the right ancE
then to the left, and finally crushed him’
against the walls. A panic ensued, only
the gendarmerie avoiding a rush
might have injured many persons.
CHAPTER XXVII.
T~XAFL had requested Catrina and
|_x Maggie to drive as quietly as
possible through the forest.
A The warning was unnecessary,
for the stillness of snow is infectious,
while the beauty of the scene seemed
to command silence. As usual, Ca-
trina drove without bells. The one
attendant on his perch behind was a
fur clad statue of servitude and silence.
Maggie, leaning back^ blddfep to the
eyes in her sables, had nothing fo say
to her companion. The way lay
through forests of pine—trackless, mo-
tionless, virgin. The sun, filtering
through the snow laden branches, cast
a subdued golden light upon the ruddy
upright trunks of the trees. At times
a willow grouse, white as the snow,
light and graceful on the wing, rose
from the branch where he had been
laughing to his mate with a low, coo-
ing laugh and fluttered away over the
trees.
Far over the summits of the pines
a snipe seemed to be wheeling a senti-
nel round. He followed them as they
sped along, calling out all the while
his deep warning note, like that of a
lamb crouching beneath a hedge where
the wind is not tempered.
Catrina noted all these things while
cleverly handling her ponies. They
spoke to her with a thousand voices.
She had roamed in these same forests
with Paul, who loved them and under-
stood them as she did.
Maggie, in the midst, as it were, of a
revelation, leaned back and wondered
at it all. She, too, was thinking of
Paul, the owner of these boundless
forests. She understood him better
now. This drive had revealed to her
a part of his nature which had rather
puzzled her—a large, simple, quiet
strength which had developed and
grown to maturity beneath these trees.
Maggie knew now where Paul had
learned the quiet concentration of
mind, the absorption in his own affairs,
the complete lack of Interest in the
business of his neighbor, which made
him different from other men. He bad
learned these things at first hand from
God’s creatures.
“Now you k*iow,” said Catrina when
they reached the hut, “why I hate Pe-
tersburg.”
Maggie nodded. The effect of the
forest was still upon her. She did not
want to talk.
The woman who received them, the
wife of a keeper, had prepared in a
rough way for theft reception. She had
a large fire and bowls of warm milk.
While the two girls were warming
themselves a keeper came to the door
of the hut and asked to see Catrina.
He stood in the little doorway, com-
pletely filling it, and explained that he
could not come in, as the buckles and
straps of his snowshoes were clogged
and frozen. He W’ore the long Nor-
wegian snowshoes and was held to be
the quickest runner in the country.
Catrina had a long conversation with
the man, who stood hatless, ruddy and
shy.
“It is,” she then explained to Maggie,
“Paul’s own man, who always loads
for him and carries his spare gun. He
has sent him to tell us that the game
has been ringed and that the beaters
will close in on a place called the
Bchapka clearing, where there is a
woodman’s refuge. If w’e care to put
on our snowshoes this man will guide
us to the clearing and take care of us
till the battue is over.”
Of course Maggie welcomed the pro-
posal with delight, and after a hasty
luncheon the three glided off through
the forest as noiselessly as they had
come. After a tiring walk of an hour
and more they came to the clearing and
were duly concealed in the hut.
No one, the keeper told the ladies, ex-
cept Paul, knew of their presence in
the little wooden house. The arrange-
ments of the beat had been slightly
altered at the last moment after the
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