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Stranger Becomes Part of Bonin Group.
Is 1,000 Feet Long.
By Associated Press.
Tokio, Jan. 29.—A new volcanic isl-
and five miles in circumference and
1.000 feet in height has appeared three
miles east by south of Iwojima Island,
one of the Bonin group.
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Plans are now being formed for the
establishment of a government owned
refinery on the gulf coast, for the pur-
pose of supplying American battleships
with fuel. This, in connection with the
government owned armorplate plant, is
another indication that the fundamen-
tals of common sense are being applied
to the administration of the navy. - See-- ■
retary Daniels may be lacking in tact,
and the more subtle points of dipli-
matic nicety but he seems to be pret-
ty long on a much more useful asset—
Premier Barthou of France is urging
the French government to undertake
the cultivation of cotton in Morocco to
relieve French spinners of being de-
pendent of American cotton growers.
France is merely following in the foot-
steps of England, Germany and Russia.
All of these nations have made repeated
efforts to locate cotton supplies inde-
pendent of the United States, and they
have failed. Meanwhile with the spread
of civilization. the demand for cotton,
goods has steadily increased, and there
is every indication that it will con-
tinue to do so.
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spring these trees will make that
thorougfare one of the most beautiful
in the city. Here, then, is a hint for
those who are undecided what trees
to plant. The Sycamore has usually
done well on the island and here and
there the Hackberry has made good
showing. However, in every plan for
sidewalk planting that is adopted, pro-
vision should be made for the Oleander,
it fits nicely between the tall growing
trees and alternates very harmoniously
with the palms; Then, too, it is distinc-
tively Galvestonian and is capable of
being made a most attractive ornament
to any home be it cottage or palace.
The most significant development
since the enactment of the ne wcur-
rency law is contained in news of
American bankers intention to estab-
lish foreign branches in the principal
cities of South America. This step has
been made possible by a provision of
the new law. In the matter of foreign
banking facilities, as in the matter of
controlling its great stock and bond
market, the United States, with all of
its vaunted industrial progress and up-
to-dateness, is about half a century
behind the leading civilized nations of
the world. All these years American
foreign commerce has been paying trib-
ute to London, Paris and Berlin, as
well as giving the foreign business
men full knowledge of their operations
through their unavoidable dependency
upon foreign branch banks. Had the
currency reform law accomplished noth-
ing more than this, it would have been
well worth while.
“Wasn’t that what the guide called
the place—Lone Tree?”
"Derned if I know, sergeant. Don’t
recollect hearin’ the guide say any-
thin’ ’bout that, but the woman at the
house told me her place was called
Lone Tree cottage—so I reckon he
might.”
This was a chance worth trying.
“We will take the first turn to the
left, and have a look at the place,” I
said. “Conroy, you and Tom ride
ahead, and keep your eyes open.”
We reached the hollow where the
big tree stood, about midnight, but
found little reward. The house on
the hill had been burned to the
ground. Near the tree, however, we
discovered evidence of recent camp
fires, one not yet cold, and apparently
there had been quite a body of men
camped there lately. Conroy manu-
factured a torch, and scouted about,
finally reporting:
“I don’t know how many were here,
sir, altogether, but there was a lot o’
horses picketed over near the creek.
I reckon the last of them, didn’t leave
until dark tonight, an’ they rode north
toward the main road. There was
maybe a dozen in that party.”
We followed the general direction
the fellows seemed to have taken,’
Conroy and I on foot, scanning the
trail by aid of a pine knot. The dust
lay thick on the clay road through
the cut, where we had charged the
foragers, and it was easy to see the
band had turned east. There was but
one conclusion possible; if this was
Fagin’s gang of cutthroats, as I sus-
pected, then they were either return-
ing to their sand caves in Monmouth
county after a raid, or else were start-
ing forth on some new project near
at hand. Whichever was true, Elm-
hurst lay in the direction taken. De-
termined to learn the truth, we
pressed forward, riding rapidly, yet
exercising the precaution of keeping
two scouts well in advance. It must
have been nearly three o’clock when
we reached the summit of the low hill
within a few hundred yards of the
house, and found' the two scouts
awaiting us.
My first glance across the ravine
revealed the outlines of the house
above the low trees of the orchard.
All appeared peaceable enough, and I
felt a sudden relief. There were lights
burning on the lower floor, streaming
through several windows, while up
stairs one window was ablaze. Late
as it was, this illumination was not
surprising, however, as the care of the
wounded man would necessitate night
watchers, while, no dubt, Claire
would anticipate by reaching there
before morning. All this flashed over
me, as my eyes hastily surveyed the
familiar surroundings. Then I be-
came aware that the older scout was
reporting.
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his ankles. “But I was searching for
you. I am an officer of Maxwell’s bri-
gade; my name is Lawrence. Tell
me first what has happened—why you
are being held prisoner.”
He stretched his cramped arms and
legs, lifting his hat so that I saw his
face dimly. In the gloom his resem-
blance to Claire was so remarkable
that I involuntarily exclaimed:
“Heavens! but you look like your
sister!”
“Like Claire! they all say so; you
know her?”
“It is at her request I am here;
you need not fear to tell me your
story.”
"Oh, I do not. I can see your uni-
form. But damn it, I don’t know any
too much about what is up myself.
This is Red Fagin’s outfit.”
“I thought so. Where did he get
you? How long have you been a pris-
oner?”
The boy laughed recklessly, his eyes
upon the others.
“Well, my story is a short one,
Lawrence. I had a fellow in the Brit-
ish service who occasionally gave me
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PESSIMISM NOT POPUL NR.
Corpus Christi Caller.
The new tariff—not so new now—
has not ruined American manufactur-
ers. The income tax has not fright-
ened all American money into foreign
channels. The anti-trust crusade, hav-
ing permanence rather than panic as
its object, has been answered in part
before any definite legislation has been
enacted to put the necessary backbone
in the Sherman act. Business has a
physical basis for confidence, and
money is gradually regaining its equi -
librium in th East. Meantime, the
optimist can help make things go by
’-out-talking and out-reaching the pessi-
mist. Financial unrest is a contagion
and the tongue carries its germs.
He Give Utterance to One Grunt and
Then the Barrel of My Pistol Was
at Hie Head.
tstinguish its character. What in-
stantly attracted my attention was the
fact that his hands were evideritly
tied behind his back. If this was true
then he was a prisoner, and the other
nad been stationed there to guard him,
and not the horses. Tom perceived
this as soon as I, for I felt his fingers
grip my arm.
"Creep around the edge of the rock
there,” I said, pointing. “That will
bring you at his back, and not more
than five feet away. Can you do it?”
He nodded grimly.
“Leave your weapons here," I added,
"and when you spring, get hold of his
gun so he cannot fire. I’ll cover him
the instant you strike. Go on.”
He unbuckled his belt, and crept
along to the right, so noiselessly that
even I, watching his snake-like move-
ment, could hear no sound. The
guard did not move his head, and the
other remained motionless, his face
ffair myself, and saw her. Later she,
with three others—Peter, an Indian,
md an Irishman—captured me, mis-
aking me for some one else, and took
me to Elmhurst. As soon as she
learned my identity she acknowl-
edged her error. But I have not
learned yet why she was with Dela-
van. or. for. whom she mistook me.”
WORTH GOING AFTER,
Houston Post.
The two commissioners appointed by
President Wilson to interest the South
American republics in the Panama ex-
position announce that these countries
will contribute about $3,000,000 in the
way of help in making suitable exhibi-
tion of their resources. That is doing
very nicely. These republics have im-
mense undeveloped resources, and the
Panama exposition will offer a fine
opportunity for advertising them be-
fore the whole world. America will do
well to cultivate the trade of these re-
publics.
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One man was standing up, leaning
against the trunk of a small tree,
while the other was sitting on the
ground, his head bent forward, and
his hat drawn low over his eyes. Nei-
ther had uttered a sound, but as my
yes strained through the darkness I
began to perceive details which
wakened a new suspicion. The fel-
low standing up wore a cap and no
coat, and his hands were clasped
about a short, sawed-off gun. He had
none of the appearance of the sol-
dier, but the other man apparently
was in uniform, although I could not
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The lad drew in his breath sharp-
ly, gripping me by the shoulder.
“By the Lord Harry!” he exclaimed
excitedly. “There isn’t another girl
in the Colonies who would have done
it. I’ll bet I can explain, but even I
didn't think she would ever have the
nerve to perform such a deed. I told
you I left my papers there. I forgot
them where I changed my clothes. You
see I came out wearing the uniform of
a British dragoon lieutenant, and had
it all planned out to join Delavan, and
guide him toward Philadelphia over
the Lone Tree road. Just before I left
our camp at Valley Forge on this trip
I received orders from Washington to
keep my eyes open for a courier rid-
ing from Philadelphia to New York
with, Clinton’s plans of evacuation.
Hamilton seemed to know all about
this, and sent me special instructions.
I talked of it with Claire, planned how
I was going to waylay him, and to-
gether we fixed up those servants as
soldiers to help me carry out the de-
ception."
He paused, chuckling, and I halted,
eager to learn the rest.
“And when you disappeared; when,
perhaps, she heard of your capture,
or suspected it, she assumed the dis-
carded uniform and went forth in
your stead."
“That’s it, Lawrence. She would,
if she thought it was right; if she be-
lieved such an act necessary to save
my reputation. I’ll bet she found the
papers in my pocket, and mistook you
for Clinton’s dispatch bearer.”
“There is no doubt of it,” I said so-
berly. "And that wasn’t all she did
to protect you. It was the talk at
Lee’s headquarters that you had de-
serted. She stamped that a lie, by
riding into our lines day before yes-
terday, bringing an exact report of
where Clinton was marching. I didn’t
see her, but I heard all about it, and
you get the credit. Washington told
me with his own lips, and granted her
permission to remove your father, who
was badly wounded, to Elmhurst.”
1 “Good God! Are they here now ?”
“They must have reached here early
yesterday morning. I passed them on
the road at ten o’clock. Grant had
just Joined their party, claiming to
be hunting after deserters.”
; He clung to the fence rail, staring
(out toward the house.
| "Grant! Do you know, I believe
that fellow is at the bottom of this
[whole affair. He’s in love with Claire,
And—and he’s working some scheme
to gain power over her.”
! “Several schemes, I think,” I re-
'turned heartily. "I've nipped two of
them in the bud already. Someway,
"Mortimer, he got possession of those
instructions you received from Wash-
ington and Hamilton. I ran into him
iover there on the lawn, back of the
summer-house. He was threatening
Claire, trying to drive her into mar-
rying him offhand. We had a bit of a
fight, and I got the best of it. When
I left I wore his coat, and later found
your papers in his pocket. Do you
remember how they were addressed?”
He shook his head.
“Simply ‘Mortimer.’ It occurred to
me he could turn them over to Clin-
ton, accuse the colonel of treason, and
share in the confiscation of this es-
tate, or else hold them as a threat
over your sister. I burned them.”
He was silent for a long minute;
breathing hard; then he thrust out his
hand and clasped mine.
“The damned villain!” he ejaculat-
ed, his voice trembling. “Every move
he has made has been an attempt to
ruin us. I can see it now. Do you
suppose Claire really cares for the
fellow?”
“I am very sure she does not”
“Then what, in heaven’s name, does
she let him hang around for? I al
ways hated the sight of his black face
and infernal grin, but somehow. I
thought she rather liked him. I won:
der if ho can be there now! If he is,
then he and Fagin are up to some dev-
ilment?’
“And what that may be we’ll never
(discover by talking here,” I put in
sternly, suddenly realizing we were
wasting time. “Come, let’s get around
to the north side.”
We came in back of the summer
house, and had just left the road,
when three horsemen galloped past,
straight up to the front door, which
stood wide open. The black shadow
of a man appeared in the glow of
light, shading his eyes as he looked
out into the darkness.
“Is that you, Culver?”
"Yes,” sullenly, the speaker swing-
ing down from the saddle.
“Well, you’ve been a hell of a while
I getting here. Fagin will skin you
alive; it’s nearly daylight already.” i
“Did the best I could; the cantin’
hypocrite wasn’t at home; had to go
clear to Medford after him. Come on!
now, get out o’ that!”
He dragged the center figure rough-
ly from his horse, and hustled him
up the steps.
“The ol’ fool thinks we’re goin’ to
kill him, I reckon; been prayin’ for
an hour past. Bill got so mad he
choked him twice, but it didn’t do
no good. Here, take him along in,
will yer, and let us hustle some grub.”’
The man addressed grabbed th®
limp figure far from gently, and’
hustled him through the door. As the
others disappeared, leading the three
horses, Mortimer grasped my sleeve.
“That’s Preacher Jenks,” he whis-
pered, “from down at the Cross Roads,
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"Hell! How did you know that?”
"Never mind; I do know—-so you
ican go on.”
“I had no intention of speaking
names.”
"Oh, let that pass. You may think
Grant all right, but the rest of us
know he is at the bottom of the whole
matter."
“You mean he betrayed me?”
“There is no doubt of it. He is in
iwith Fagin.”
The lad drew a long breath.
“I half suspected it,” he said slowly,,
"only it didn’t seem possible. Now
listen, and perhaps together we can
make something out of all this. I
went to the place where we were to
meet, and had a talk with Grant—
lyes, it was Grant all right. He told
me some things, but needed a day or
two to get other information. While
waiting I came over here to Elmhurst,
and found Claire. She’s the kind of a
girl you can tell things to, and I wrote
out what I had learned, and left some
of my papers. Then I went back to
Lone Tree. It was dark when I got
there, and I rode right into Fagin and
three of his men. They had me before
I could lift a hand.”
“Just wait a minute, Mortimer,” I
broke in, becoming suddenly aware
there was a grayness in the eastern
sky. “I want to creep in toward the
house while it remains dark. You can
tell the rest as we go along. Tom,
take these ropes and tie your man up.
Make him safe, and then come along
after us.”
“All right, sir. I’ll fix the lad so
he’ll be safe enough for a while.”
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ordinary common sense. _
A lecturer at the Rice Institute calls
attention to the enormous sum spent
with lavish hand by the ancient Ro-
mans in the construction of public
buildings. Roman emperors were pecu-
liarly apt to gratify their vanity and
lust of otsentation in the wulding of
useless and ornamental structures. A
vast sum of money and labor spent in
unnecessarily elaborate buildings is a
dead economic loss. And this tendency,
not without its parallel in modern
times, was one of the underlying weak-
nesses of the Roman empire.
While we are yet about a month
from the official arbor day of the
state this need not deter any one who
desires to ornament his premises and
add to the attractiveness of the street
upon which he resides from selecting
his individual arbor day by planting
a few trees. Last fall and winter quite
a number of our streets were looked
after by the Woman’s Health Protective
association and all through last sum-
mer the trees planted by these city
beautifiers grew and throve and while
a small percentage of those planted
succumbed to the long dry spell, the
major portion lived through and next
summer will gladden the eyes of the
city residents and visitors with their
bright green foliage.
February is popularly supposed to be
the best month for planting trees, but
splendid success has followed the
planting- of trees as early as November
where the needs of the newly planted
sapling has been carefully looked
after, and this has encouraged not a
few of our citizens to begin the setting
out of trees early in the fall, it being
claimed that the fall rains aid in set-
tling the roots in the ground and give
the young tree a splendid start in the
spring. However,. whether it be No-
vember or February when the tree is
placed in the ground, the chances are
three to one that it will not live unless
it is given some attention during the
first and second years and it is perhaps
right here where the home owner meets
his greatest disappointment. The tree
must be carefully watched for two or
three years and if a long dry spell
should mak the summer, moisture
should be given as needed.
It has often been urged that an ex-
perienced gardener or arboriculturist
should be engaged to look after the
trees of the city, not only those in the
parks, but the trees planted along the
sidewalks by property owners; most of
those who have planted trees have little
if any idea of the needs of the young-
plants and altogether too frequently
they are permitted to die where intel-
ligent supervision and a little care at
the right time would have brought
them through a period of trial and
saved the owner the cost of his origi-
nal investment and the value of the
work he has given the tree. Most citi-
zens where tree planting has been
given attention are provided with this
public servant and in some places he is
given entire control over all the trees
of the city whether planted by private
indivaduas or not. To aid him in his
work of maintaining the beauty of the
trees city ordinances are passed some
going so far as to forbid the hitch-
ing of horses to. trees planted along the
streets.
The value of trees to any city is be-
yond argument and in the scheme of
beautification at which the Woman’s
Health Protective association it at
work, trees play a very important part.
It has not yet been fully decided what
family of trees to best in this soil and
climate, but there are some which are
known to thive here and until this list
has been enlarged it will do well to
limit the planting to those which are
know to take kindly to Galveston en-
vironment. The cottonwood trees
planted last year along west Avenue K
have given a splendid account of them-
selves, very few of them succumbing
to the drough of last summor, and next
each motion like a hawk, I saw Tom
dip over the crest, and worm his way
down behind the rock. The he dis-
appeared, until, as he cautiously arose
to his feet, his head and shoulders
emerged shadowy just beyond. Real-
izing he was ready, I got to my knees,
gripping a pistol butt. Without a
warning sound the dragoon leaped, his
arms gripping the astounded sentinel
with the hug of a bear. He gave ut-
terance to one grunt, and then the
barrel of my pistol was at his head.
“Not a word!” I said sternly. “Un-
clasp his belt, Tom. Yes, take his
gun. If he moves, or utters a sound,
shoot him down.”
I wheeled to face the other, who
had lifted his head, and was staring at
us through the darkness. He was no
longer a mere shapeless shadow, but
a slender, straight figure, add my
heart gave a sudden throb.
"Who are you?” I asked sharply.
“Eric Mortimer?”
“Yes,” he answered, in evident sur-
prise. “Do I know you?”
“No," and I cut the rope binding
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Salvation Army Head Reported to Be
Much Improved.
New York, Jan. 29.—Miss Eva Booth,
head of the Salvation Army in this
country, spent a restful night and was
better this morning, according to an-
nouncement at army barracks, where
she has been ill in bed for more than
a week. It was said that she probably
would be out again within a week.
We Attain the House.
"Come on, Mortimer, and we’ll soofi
find out what is going on.” I turned
to the prisoner. “Where are the rest
of your gang?"
"You’ll find out fer yer self, mister,’*
he answered sullenly, “an’ maybe
damn quick too.”
“They are in the grape arbor to the
south of the house,” broke in Eric.
“That was where Fagin told them to
lie quiet and wait orders.”
“Then we will explore along the
north side, keeping the fence bettween
us. I’ve got a handful of men over
there in the orchard. If you are both
ready we’ll go.”
I took a look myself at Tom’s rope-
tying, and found it satisfactory. In-
deed, in remembrance of my own suf-
fering, I even loosened the strain a
little, confident the fellow could never
free himself unaided. Then the three
of us, Mortimer armed with his late
guard’s gun, crawled up over the edge
of the bank, ran without stopping
across the open space, and crouched
in the shadow of the fence. It was
still dark, although a faint gray tinged
the eastern sky-line, barely perceptible
through the intesvening trees. The
great house, a hundred yards away,
was but a blurred outline, distinguish-
able by the lights shining out through
open windows. At that distance no
sound reached us. However, if Mor-
timer was right, the way would be
clear for our passage along the' front,
under shelter of the fence, even
though a sentry was posted there, and
we could creep up to the walls on th©
opposite side unobserved. All we
needed to do was to advance with
caution. Whispering directions into
the ears of the others, I moved for-
ward slowly, Mortimer close to my
shoulder. I could see across the top
rail of the fence, and the open space
beyond yielded no point of conceal-
ment
“Tell me the rest of your story,” I
said, speaking softly, “as we go along.
Where did Fagin take you?”
“To a sand cave; we rode a night
and a day to get there.”
“Treat you all right?”
“Well as he could, I suppose. I had
enough to eat, but was guarded close-
ly, and the fellows were a bit rough.”
“Did you gain no inkling of what
they were up to?”
“No; the men I saw knew nothing,
or pretended not to. I only saw Fagin
twice. Once he came to assure him-
self that I was really myself. Some-
body told him I was with Delavan in
a fight over near Lone Tree.”
“That was your sister.”
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"There’s quite a bunch of horses
picketed down there in the ravine,
sir,” he said, pointing toward the
right.
“How many?”
“Oh, maybe twenty-five or thirty;
Joe an* I couldn’t get very close, as
there’s a couple of men on guard on
top of the bank. A hundred feet down
you can see ’em plain against the
sky.”
“Wasn’t what you saw a cattle
herd?”
“No, sir,” positively. “They’re
horses, picketed in line like a cavalry
troop, and they’ve got their saddles
on.”
What this all meant could not be
guessed at, but there must be some
scheme of deviltry under way.
“Have either of you crossed the ra-
vine?” I asked, endeavoring to reach
some conclusion.
“Yes, sir, Joe did. He was up in
the edge of the orchard?”
“See any men?”
“Not a man, sir, outside,” answered
the other. “But I saw shadows against
the curtains on that lower floor. I
couldn’t tell how many; they just
come an’ go, only they wasn’t dressed
alike.”
One thing was sufficiently certain—
we could gain little information re-
maining where we were.
“Sergeant,” I said, determining
swiftly on a course of action,. “take
your men, dismounted, across the ra-
vine, and into the orchard. Keep un-
der cover, but get as close to the
house as you can safely. Picket your
horses back there beside the road.”
“And you, sir?”
“I’ll take Tom with me, and we’ll
circle that horse herd, and come up
to the house from the rear. I want
to discover where those fellows are,
and what they are up to. See this
whistle, sergeant?”
“Yes, sir.”
"It gives a sharp, shrill blast If I
blow it twice, get your men inside
the house instantly. I’ll not sound
it unless I need you at once. We’ll
wait here until you get across.”
The disappeared into the black
depths of the ravine, moving cautious-
ly and with little noise. Tom and I
plunged down the steep slope, feeling
our way through the darkness, but
moving to the right, toward where
the scouts had indicated the horses
were being herded. We skirted these,
creeping along the opposite bank be-
hind a fringe of bushes, certain that
the darkness concealed our move-
ments from the two men on guard.
We crossed fifty feet above, gained
the top of the bank, and crawled
down, sheltered from observation, un-
til we were directly above the two
guards. Peering cautiously over, we
could easily distinguish the black aut-
1 l inas on the hilsidehelas. *
■III
Far overshadowing the tariff, and
currency reform in importance, the ru-
ral credit plans of the Wilson admin-
istration are planned to remedy a glar-
ing defect in the economic conditions of
the United States. The object of the
rural credit bill is to make it easier
for the renting farmer to become an
owner. The best, and biggest asset a
nation can have is a predominant class
of small freehold farmers.. . Nothing in
the social fabric is so condutive to
the strength and vitality of a country.
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