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Paris, Jan. 22.—In addition to the Sweed
automobile race, which the French gov-
ernment, after some hesitation, has
again authorized for 1907, the Automobile
club of France has arranged to have two
other big races during the present year.
One will be an autowagon contest for
4000 kilometres to be divided into relays
of 200 kilometres a. day. The second,
will be a test of doctors’ cars to develop
the features of cheapness of cost and
economy of operation.
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FRENCH AUTO INDUSTRY.
By Associated Press.
Paris, Jan. 22.—The French automobile
industry during the past year has con-
tinued to make remarkable strides. The
statistics of exportation, which have just
become available, show that the exporta-
tion of French machines during the first
nine months of 1906 exceeded those for
the corresponding period of last year by
33,841,000 francs, the total ■ exportation
amounting to 126,451,000 francs, against
an importation of foreign- cars of only
7,150,000 francs.
By Associated Press.
Berlin. Jan. 22.—News has been received
here that the sultan of Turkey has en-
trusted the two German companies the
electric lighting of several towns on the
Bosporus. French firms were competi-
tors for the contract.
Hon. C. E. Whalen, past attorney gen-
eral of the state of Wisconsin and
former mayor of Madison, delivered an
address last night at Cathedral hall on
“Fraternalism and Fraternal Insurance”
to a fair-sized audience.
Mr. Whalen’s address dealt largely with
the influence of the home on the future
destiny of the commonwealth. He said
that the home is the basis of strength in
self-government, and paid a tribute to
womanhood as being the dominant influ-
ence of the home. Mr. Whalen arrived
in the city Sunday afternoon, and while it
was his first visit to the city, found many
friends who occupied his time in enter-
taining him. He will leave this morning
for Houston and will go from that city to
Waco.
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"Here’s a little somethin* I brought for
you, Tempy."
with a boy is more’n I know. What
shall we do?”
“Bring him up in the way he ought
to go, I guess,” replied the captain
calmly. “Send him to school first thing.
How-is he off for clothes?”
“Hasn’t got any that are fit for any-
thing but the rag bag,” replied Miss
Prissy with decision. “And that’s an-
other thing. Who's goin’ to buy ‘ 'em
for him? I’m sure I don’t know what a
boy needs to wear any more than a cat.”
“I’ll buy his fit out, if you want me
to,” said the captain. “Take him down
to Weeks’ store right now, if you say
the word.”
“Oh, I wish you would. You pay Mr.
Weeks, and I’ll pay you.”
They pressed the captain to stay for
dinner, or at least to return for that
meal, but he declined, promising, how-
ever, to dine with them before he went
back to his vessel.
“Come on, Brad,” he said, entering
the dining room; “you and me’s goin’
on a cruise downtown.”
Bradley put on the shabby overcoat
and cap for the last time and walked
down to the back gate and along the
sidewalk with the captain.
Meanwhile Miss Tempy, seated in
the rocker by the window and holding
a fan in each hand, was examining
them with the greatest care.
“Prissy,” she said at last in a solemn
tone, “they’re jest exactly alike.”
“Yes,” said her sister, with a stifled
sigh, “they’re jest alike.”
CHAPTER III.
“Weeks’ store” Xvas to be
IM! & J found an assortment of wares
Ijghgd ranging from potatoes and
razors to molasses and ladies’
dress goods. Somewhere within this
extensile range was a limited supply
of what Mr. Weeks’ advertisement in
the Item called “Youths', Men’s and
Children’s Clothing In Latest Styles at
Moderate Prices.” The styles were
“late” — about a year late — and the
prices were moderate when the
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By Associated Press.
New York, Jan. 22.—Unless there should
be an unexpected change in the ar-
rangements, George Burnham Jr.,, forip-
er vice president and general counsel to
the Mutual Reserve Insurance company,
will be removed from the Tombs to Sing
Sing today. He was convicted of grand
larceny in connection with the manage-
ment of the affairs of the Mutual Re-
serve Life' Insurance company.
The grand jury has not yet taken up
consideration of the Metropolitan Life,
It may not do so before next week.
Meantime Assistant District Attorney
Kresel and his experts are perfecting
plans- for probing into the Metropolitan
Life books.
Linens laundered to perfection by,
the O. K. Laundry (Taylor Bros.).
Phone 65.
Bradley shook the extended hands.
Miss Tempy, and the latter returned
the look. Strange to say, both colored.
“Cap’n Titcomb?” faltered Miss
Prissy. “Cap’n Ezra Titcomb?”
“Yes, ma’am. He talked to me ’most
ell the way. I liked him first rate.”
“Why—vzhy. I do declare! I didn’t
know the cap’n was expected, did you,
Tempy?”
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ing, and his dressing was a sort of jig.
for it was freezing cold. When he
went downstairs it was evident that
things had been going on. Miss Prissy
came out of the sitting room, bearing a
broom and with her “alpaca” gown
covered with an apron. Miss Tempy,
her curls done up in papers, was busy
with the “tidy” for the sofa. Each of
the sisters was nervous and excited.
Miss Prissy said a stiff little grace at
the breakfai,: table. Miss Tempy had a
large cup of "pepper tea” for herself
and urged Bradley to partake, but the
elder sister came to the rescue and
gave him hot milk and water instead.
After the meal was over and the dish-
es washed Miss Prissy went out to
feed the hens, and Bradley went with
her. The house, seen by day, was a
big, square building, badly in need of
paint. The roof was four sided and
sloped upward to a cupola in the cen-
ter. From its closely shut front door
snow covered box hedges in parallel
lines defined the path to the front gate,
also locked and fastened and, like the
front door, only used on occasions.
There was a large tumbledown barn,
with an empty pigpen back of the
nouse and a henhouse and yard in the
rear of the barn.
Next door to the left—on the right
was a vacant field—was a small story
and a half cottage, separated from the
Allen household by a board fence. One
of the boards in this fence had fallen
down, and as Bradley, wading in Miss
Prissy’s wake, passed this opening he
saw a girl, apparently about his own
age open the back door the house
next door and look out at him. He
wanted to ask who she was, but didn’t
feel well enough acquainted With his
guide to do so just yet.
Just as the dozen liens and lonesome
looking rooster were fed—Miss Prissy
informed him that by and by looking
after the poultry would be one of his
duties—Miss Tempy’s voice was heard
calling excitedly from the kitchen door.
“Prissy,” she screamed—“Prissy, come
in the house q >k! He’s cornin’! The
cap’n’s cornin' F
“My land!” exclaimed the elder sis-
ter wildly, and, her dignity forgotten,
she almost ran to the house, followed
by Bradley, who didn’t understand the
cause of the excitement.
“Oh, my sakes,” ejaculated Miss
Tempy as they entered the kitchen,
“what made him come so early?
You’ll have to see him first, Prissy.
I’ve got to fix my hair.”
Miss Prissy rushed into the sitting
room, wheeled a chair into place, set a
tidy straight, laid the photograph al-
bum exactly in the center of the table
instead of two inches from the edge
and patted her own hair with her
hands, dodging in front of the big
gilt framed mirror as she did so.
Then, as a smart knock sounded on
the dining room door, she assumed her
“company” smile and marched sedate-
ly to receive the visitor.
It was Captain Titcomb who had
knocked, and after cleaning the snow
from his boots on the “scraper” he en-
tered the house, bearing two packages
wrapped in brown paper.
“Well, Prissy,” said the captain, lay-
ing down the packages to shake hands,
“how d’you do? Didn’t expect to. see
me in this port jest now, did you?”
“No, indeed, Cap’n Titcomb/ was tne
reply. “But we’re real glad to see you
all the same. Come right in. Take
your things off. Bradley said he rode
down with you in the coach'last night.
Dreadful storm we had, wasn’t it?
How’s your health nowadays? Walk
right into the sittin’ room,
excuse the looks of things.
sweepin’.”
There was a good deal more, but
when Miss Prissy stopped for breath
the captain, who had thrown his cap
and overcoat on a chair, replied th”t
the storm was bad, that his health was
good and that the room looked “first
rate,” so far as be could see. Then, he
held out his hand to the boy, who had
seated himself on a chair close to the
door, and said cheerily:
“Mornin’, Brad. Well, how are you
after your shake up last night? Wan’t
seasick after I got out, was you?”
Bradley grinned bashfully and stam-
mered that he was “all right.”
“Good! We bad a rugged trip cornin’
over, Prissy. The old coach rolled so
I felt like goin’ on deck and shortenin’
sail. Your new boy here’s goin’ to
make a good sailor, I can see that.
Where’s Tempy?”
“Oh, she’s upstairs for a minute.
She’ll be right down,” answered Miss
1 Prissy carelessly. “Tell me what
brought you home so unexpected.”
“Sprung a leak and had to lay the
old hooker up for repairs. That’s a
specialty of my owners — repairs.
1 They’d rather patch up for a hundred
I years than build new vessels. I—I—
Brad, fetch me them bundles out of
the dinin’ room.”
’ Bradley obediently brought the
brown paper parcels, and the captain
1 handed one of them to Miss Prissy,
saying: “Here’s a little somethin’ I
picked up over to New York, Prissy.
t I thought you might like it. I ain’t
! got much use for such things myself.”
The lady Look the package and began
t to untie the string in a nervous man-
ner, blushing a little as she did so.
aI know it’s somethin’ nice, Cap’n
Ezra. Ynn do bnv the nicest things.
“No, I’m sjure I didn’t!” exclaimed
the flustered younger sister. “Did he—
did he tell you why he was cornin’,
Bradley?”
“No, ma’am, but I heard him tell the
man that drove the coach that he hud
shore leave for a week ’cause his
schooner was laid up for repairs. He
said he knew you, though, and that he
was cornin’ round to see me tomorrer.”
1 This remark caused quite as much
embarrassment and agitation as that
concerning the captain’s presence in
the coach. The two ladies again glanc-
ed hurriedly at each other.
“Goodness gracious!” exclaimed Miss
Prissy. “And the settin’ room not
swept and the windows not washed!
I’ll have to get up early tomorrer
mornin’. I’m so glad I fixed that ruf-
fle on my alpaca,” she added in an ab-
sentminded soliloquy.
“And I must finish that tidy for the
sofy,” said Miss Tempy nervously.
“I’ve only got a little more to do on it,
thank goodness! Prissy, I’m goin’ to
put an iron on. I want to press my
other collar, pid—did the cap’n say
anything more about me—us, I mean?”
she added, looking at the stove.
“No, ma’am, he didn’t,” replied the
boy. “He jest asked about me and
told stories and talked.”
Miss Tempy seemed a little disap-
pointed and made no comment. Her
sister, too, was s'lent. Presently
Bradley yawned. Fie tried to hide it,
but Miss Prissy, coming out of her
trance, saw him.
“My sakes,” she exclaimed, “what
are we thinkin’ of, keepin’ you up this
way? It’s aftor 9 o’clock. Let me get
the lamp. Tempy, you do up that
soapstone for his feet.”
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Bradley was up early the next morn
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Pittsburg, Pa., Jan. 22.—Stockholders of
the Standard Underground Cable com-
pany held a special meeting here today
and voted favorably on the proposal to
increase the capital stock of the com-
pany from $2,000,000 to $3,000,000. It is
understood that part of the increase is
to be in. the nature of a stock dividend.
It’s real kina or you to remember me
this way. Oh, ain’t that pretty!”
The package contained a Japanese
silk fan, with ivory sticks and a red
tassel. Miss Prissy opened it and
spread it out in her lap, exclaiming
over its beauty, her face the color of
the tassel.
“Oh, it ain’t nothin’,” said the captain.
“I did a favor for a friend of mine
that’s skipper of a barkentine jest
home from Hongkong, and he gave it
to me. He had some stuff he’d brought
for his daughter, and the duty on it
would have been pretty expensive, so
I fixed—but never mind that. I
thought maybe you’d like it to carry to
church in the summer time or some-
thin’. Why, hello, Tempy! How
d’you do?”
The younger sister entered the room,
her poplin rustling find every curl in
place. She gushingly shook the cap-
tain’s hand and said she was so glad
to see him.
“Oh, Tempy,” cried Miss Prissy, “jest
look at this lovely fan Cap’n Titcomb
brought me! Did you ever see any-
thing so pretty?”
Miss Tempy exclaimed over the fan,
but somehow her enthusiasm seemed a
little forced. It may be the captain
noticed this; at any rate, he picked up
the second parcel and handed it to her,
saying:
“Here’s a little somethin’ I brought
for you, Tempy. I don’t know’s you’ll
like it, but”—
Miss Tempy’s present also was a fan
precisely like the other except that the
tassel was pink. Miss Prissy’s interest
In her sister’s gift was intense, but
when it was discovered that in no im-
portant point were the fans dissimilar
and that neither was better than its
mate both of the ladies appeared to l«e
a trifle disappointed, although they
tried not to show it.
“We'reso glad you’ve come, cap’n,”
said Miss Prissy, after the fans were
laid on the table. “We’ve got so many
things to talk to you about, and we
want to ask your advice. Bradley,
don’t you think you’d like to go out
into the dinin’ room a little while ?”
The boy, acting upon this decided
hint, went into the dining room, and
Miss Prissy shut the door after him.
“Now, Cap’n Titcomb,” she began,
“I s’pose you were awfully surprised to
hear we’d took a boy to bring up?
Well, you qin’t any more surprised
than we are to think we should do such
a thing. But it seemed as if we jest
had to or else give up bein’ Christians
altogether. I’ll tell you how it was.”
And she did tell him, beginning with
the exact relationship between Brad-
ley’s mother and the Allens, expatiat-
ing upon the shiftlessness of the boy’s
father and how he “never saved a
cent,” nor even took out an insurance
policy to provide for his son in case of
his ov.-n death.
“But, mercy me,” she, exclaimed, lift-
ine her hands, “what on earth we’ll do
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DIRECTOR CONRIED’S BENEFIT.
Special to The Tribune.
New York, Jan. 22.—One of the most
remarkable aggregations of songbirds
ever heard in tnis country will appear
at the Metropolitan opera house to-
night in the testimonial performance
to Herr Conried, the manager of the
Metropolitan grand opera company,
who has been in poor health for some
time. The production of Richard
Strauss’ “Salome” will be the chief fea-
ture of the nrogram,. Mme. Olive Frem-
stad is to sing the title role and Messrs.
Van Rooy and Burrian and Miss Marlon
Weed will take other parts. A concert
will be given before the opera in which
many other famous singers will take
part. All the seats in tlje opera house
were sold several days ago at a pre-
mium and as all the famous artists
have volunteered their services it is
expected the profit to Herr Conried
will aggregate several thousand dol-
lars.
N.G
By Associated Press.
New York, Jan. 22.-#Mme. Emma
Eames, the prima donna, dislocated a
cartilege of her right knee cap last
night just before she was to appear in
a performance and will probably be
prevented from going before the public
again for some time. Mme. Eames was
billed to sing in Verdi’s “Aida” and
was ready to leave her apartments at
the Hotel Astor for the opera house
when she heard a pet daschund dog
whining. She stooped to pick the dog
up, when the cartilege suddenly be-
came displaced. Dr. George Jacoby,
her physician, was.‘summoned and he
found that the hurt was severe one.
At the Metropolitan opera house before
the curtain went up for the perform-
ance Manager Goerlitz told a large
audience that Mme. Eames had met
with an accident and could not appear.
Mme. Eames’ place was taken by Mme.
Boninsegna.
“Ruggles says dat he had de most mis- ____
erable ride yisterday dat he ever had In swallowing,
his life.” The Docto
“Cause he was afraid he’d tfe caught?” ’rb“ Tram
"Nope; he was on a work train.”
tomers is taken into consideration.
Captain Titcomb, exchanging greet-
ings with the half dozen loungers by
the stove, whose business there was,
as Mr. Weeks himself said, “to swap
bad tobacco smoke for heat,” passed to
the rear of the store, followed by Brad-
ley. There he .proceeded to select an
entire outfit for the boy calculated to
clothe him in successive layers from
the skin outward. When the pile of
garments on the counter was complete
the captain and Mr. Weeks entered in-
to a lengthy argument concerning
price. There was a “Sunday hat” in-
volved in the transaction, and about
this piece of headgear the battle
waged fiercest.
“It’s too much money, Caleb,” said
the captain finally. “I guess I’ll try
the New York store. Tom Emery’s
always treated me fair enough, and
I’ll give him h chance. Come on,
Brad.”
“I’ll take off a quarter on the suit,”
conceded the storekeeper, who was
loath to see so much custom go to a
rival.
“No,” was the reply, “that ain’t
enough to amount to anything. Tel!
you what I’ll do, Caleb. Throw in that
Sunday hat and I’ll take the lot and
pay you cash for it and run my risk of
gittin’ the money.”
So the bargain was concluded on that
basis. Bradley retired to . the back
room and emerged clothed in his new
garments and tremendously conscious
of the fact. The captain said he look-
ed so fresh that you could “smell the
paint on him.”
“Say, Caleb,” said “Squealer” Wixon
after Captain Titcomb and his protege
had left the premises, “did Ez tell you
who that boy was?”
“No, he didn’t. I hinted two or three
times, but h wouldn’t say.”
“Well, I’ll tell you. ’Twas the old
maids’ boy—Ben Nickerson’s son. Bar-
ney said he brought him over in the
coach last night.”
“You don’t mean it!” exclaimed the
chopfallen Mr. Weeks. “Well, if that
ain’t enough to— Ez made me throw
in a hat that was wuth a dollar ’n’ a
ha’f ’cause he said he’d pay cash for
everything and take his chance of git-
tin’ his money back. And Prissy and
Tempy always pay cash for everything.
Reg’lar Titcomb trick!”
The loafers about the store roared
with delight.
“Oh, I tell you,” remarked “Squealer,”
“you’ve got to keep your weather eye
peeled when you’re dealin’ with Cap’n
Ez. He’ll have you, head and scales,
if you ain’t careful.”
“That’s all right,” grumbled “Bluey”
Bacheldor, “but he’ll git fetched up all
standin’ some of these days. You can
call him smart If you want to, but it’s
pretty risky smartness, most folks
think. You notice his schooner’s al-
ways makin’ record trips, and he’s al-
ways havin’ presents give him and all
that. How many presents did you
have give to you, Cap’n Jabez, when
you was runnin’ a coaster?”
“Not a one,” indignantly replied the
person addressed, Captain Jabez Bai-
ley. “Not a one. -What I got I had to
work for.”
It may be that Captain Jabez over-
worked during his sea experiences. Cer-
tainly no one in Orham had known him
to do a stroke of work since he retired
to live on his wife’s earnings as a
dressmaker.
“Well,” commented Captain Eri
Hedge, who was not a member of the
circle, but had dropped in to buy some
tobacco, “I like Cap’n Ez. He does
love to git the best of a bargain, and
he’s a ‘driver’ on a vessel, and perhaps
he likes to shave the law pretty close
sometimes. Ez is a reg’lar born gam-
bler for takin’ chances, but I never
knew him to do a mean trick.”
“What dp you call that game he put
up on the old maids?” asked “Squeal-
er.” “You knew ’bout that, didn’t you,
Jabez? Seems Prissy and Tempy
wanted to sell that little piece of cran-
b’ry swamp of theirs ’cause it didn’t
pay them to take care of it and keep it
in shape. Prissy told Seth Wingate
; about it, and Seth said he didn’t want
it, butdhat he’d give them so and so—
a fair price,. consid’rin’. Well, they
was goin’ to sell it to Seth, but Ez
comes home ’bout that time, hears of
i the deal and goes to Prissy and buys
it for ?50 mor’n Seth offered. And in-
side of three months along comes that
Ostable company and buys all that
1 land for their big swamp. They say
> J Titcomb made more’n a hundred dol-
i lars out of that deal. If you don’t
r think that’s a mean trick, Cap’n Eri,
you ask Seth Wingate what he thinks
. of it.”
“I know about that,” said Captain
Eri calmly, “and I think it was jest
another ease of Ez’s takin’ chances,
that’s all. Seth’s growlin’ is only sour
grapes. Ez knew the Ostable folks
was talkin’ ’bout layin’ out a big
swamp over here some time or other.
He jest bought the Allen piece and
run his risk. You notice Prissy and
Tempy ain’t findin’ no fault. They
think he’s the only man in town. Fa^t
is, he is the only man, outside of the
minister, that they’ll have any deal-
in’s with. Queer pairin’ ’off that is—
Ez and the minister!” he chuckled.
“Oh, women's fools, anyhow,” snort-
ed Captain Jabez savagely. “Ez Tit-
comb always could wind ’em’ ’round
his fingers. He’s been, next door to
keepin’ comp’ny with more girls’n a
few in this town sence he was old
enough to leave school, but he don’t
go fur enough to git engaged or nothin’
like that. Minute there’s any talk that
he’s likely to git married to one of ’em
away goes Ez, and that’s the end of
that courtin’. And yet, spite of their
talk ’bout his bein’ slick and bints thr.+
he’s tricky they’re always heavin’ up
to a feller, ‘How smart Cap’n Titcomb
is,’ and ‘Why don’t you make monev
same as Cap’n Ezry?’ ’Nougb to make
an honest man sick.”
(To Be Continued.)
NOT MUCH OF A VARIETY.
Dusty Rhodes—I never have any lucfc
Tattereden Torne—Dusty,
near- tunate. I have plenty, and
Lady—My sakes, can’t you find any
Fork?
Easy —No, mum; Im
S3
SAVED.
De Tough—If it wasn’t for one t’lng I’d
®mash youse!
Reggy-What’s that?
De Tough—Youse looks like a gal I
later know.
“To enjoy freedom from chilblains,”
writes John Kemp, East Otisfleld, Me.,
"I apply Bucklen’s Arnica Salve. Have
also used it for salt rheum with excel-
lent results.” Guaranteed to cure fever
sores, indolent ulcers, piles, burns,
wounds, frost bites and skin diseases.
25c at J. J. Schott’s drug store.
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Cut This Story Out and Keep it—You’ll Want to Read it Later if Not Now
“There!” she said. “Now, drink that,
every drop. Ain’t you hungry?”
Bradley, with tears in his eyes, the
result of the first swallow of pepper
tea, gaspingly protested that he wasn’t
hungry, not very. The sight and smell
of the loaded supper table were so
tempting that the denial was rather
half hearted.
“Not very! When did you have any-
thing to eat last?”
“Mr. Bartlett—he’s the s’lectman at
[Wellmouth—gave me a sandwich at
the depot ’fore I started, ma’am, and I
bought a turnover at Harniss.”
“My sakes! Prissy”—to her sister,
Who came rustling in—“he hasn't et a
thing but a. sandwich and a turnover
since morning. Now, come right over
to the table, Bradley, and set down.”
As the boy ate he looked about tho
room. It was a big room, with a low
ceiling, spotlessly whitewashed. The
oilcloth on the floor was partially cov-
ered with braided rag mats with car-
pet centers. On the window shades
.were wonderful tinted pictures of cas-
tles and mountains. The table was
black walnut, and there were five rush
seated chairs, each in its place against
the wall and looking as if it were glued
there. The sixth of the set he occu-
pied. Then there was the chintz cov-
ered rocker and another rocker painted
black, with a worn picture of a ship at
sea on the back. There was another
ship over the face of the tall wooden
clock in the corner. This craft was
evidently the Flying Dutchman, for
every time the clock ticked it rolled
heavily behind a fence of tin waves,
but didn’t advance an inch. On the
walls were several works of art, in-
cluding a spatter work motto, a wreath
made of seashells under a glass and
an engraving showing a boat filled
with men, women and children rowed
by a solemn individual in his shirt
sleeves, moving over a placid sheet of
[water toward an unseen port.
“Cap’n Titcomb,” remarked Bradley,
whose bashfulness was wearing off,
“came over in the coach with me to-
night.”
. The effect of this announcement was
remarkable. Miss Prissy looked at
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