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We print visiting cards and
stationery of all kind.
Everybody has a hobby, doing
the right kind of job work is our.
Louis Gartall spent Christmas
with his parents in St. Louis.
W. R. Dickerson transactec
business at Lapile Wednesday.
Mrs. T. B. Weaver spent the
holidays with friends in Monroe.
Tom White and family are home
from a visit at Fort Worth, Te.xas
N. F. Gillum and family of Lapile
were the guests of E. S. Estheridge
last week.
W. C. Thompson and wife ate
Christmas dinner with his parents
at El Dorado.
Mrs. J. A. Young of Farmerville
spent the holidays here visiting
with relatives.
The News wishes all its friends
and customers a Happy and Pros
perous New Year.
Mrs. W. M. McCoy and children
spent Christmas week at Millville
visiting relatives.
Attorney Pat McNalley of E!
Dorado was here on legal business
the first of the week.
C. B. Wood and family spent th*
holidays with his sister. Mrs. Wm
Echols, at Ferriday, La.
The Union Saw Mill company
store was closed Tuesday ana
Wednesday taking stock.
Mrs. D. A. Keasler and children
spent last week with her mother
and sisters at Ruston. La.
Miss Ida Harrington was up from
Bastrop several days last week
visiting her sister. Miss Lulu.
The 2-year-old son of Miles Cra
ven, living just west of town, aied
at 2 o’clock Monday afternoon.
Mrs. C. A. Berry and sister.
Edith Carter, were at Hampton
last week visiting their sisters.
J. A. Hurst, an old time Huttig
resident has again accepted a po
sition with the Union Saw Mill Co.
R. L. King and family are home
from Dubach. La., where they
spent the holidays with relatives
The Woodmen of the World sup
per to have been given Saturday
night has been indefinitely post
poned.
Mrs. William Cox of Brownwood.
Texas, was here during the holi
days the guest of her brother. C. S
Watkins, and wife.
Jo'm Yuen, the Chinese laundry
man. remembered all his custom
ers Christmas with a box of tea
and a silk handkerchief.
A. J. Nixon and wife were pre
sented with a fine present Christ
mas morning in the shape of a
eight and one-half pound daughter.
Mrs. F. C. Storton arrived home;
Saturday from Memphis in re
sponse to a telegram announcing
the illness of her sister, Miss
Mayme Fowler.
J. B. Taylor, an old time Hut
tig guy, who has sta'ted the Back
to the soil” movement in these
parts, was here from his farm at
Sadie, La., Wednesday on business.
The program at the church on
Christmas Eve was well rendered
and a large number present. Ev
ery child in Huttig received a
Christmas present off the tree and
a box of candy and nuts and and ar
orange.
Miss Audie Mcguire, who is nov,
teaching school at Magnolia, waf
here Christmas week the guest c-<
her sister. Mrs. F. O. Mahony.
C. S. Watkins has resigned h's
position as cashier for the Unior
Saw Mill Co., to take effect c
February 1. He is goirg back t
the Cotton Belt railway offices a
Tyler, Texas.
Calvin, the 3-year-old son of Mr.
j and Mrs. John Mathews, of Felsen
j thal. died at 9:30 o'clock Sunda
! morning of croup and was bune
| at Harper Springs cemetery Mor
noon. The bereaved have ou
heartfelt sympathy.
Mr. Lot Jones, an employe of tlv
Wisconsin Lumber Co., and Miss
Linme. daughter of Mr. and Mrs.
D. N. Go'ob, were married at Far
merville. La., on December 19. ann
x/ill make their home here. Th
News joins in extending congratu
tions.
Mr. Thornton Andrews of Chi1
ders, Texas, and Miss Laura,
daughter of Mr. W. R. Dickerson,
were married in El Dorado New
Year's Day. They will make thei■
home at Childers after a week's
visit with friends and relatives
here. The News joins in extend
ing congratulations.
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Oil. The very minute it is rubbed
on the improvement is noticed. For
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Mr. John McClendon, an engin
eer who formerly worked here, and
Miss Grace Fike of Cecil. La., were
marrkd on December 23. at Cecil,
by Rev. N. O. Hornsby. Both
young people are favorably known
here and will make their future
home at McGehee where the groom
is now employed by the Iron Moun
tain railway.
Mr. J. H. Spencer, son rf Mr.
and Mrs. D. W. Spencer living just
west of town, and Miss Linnie.
daughter of Mr. John D. Crow, of
Linnvil'e, La., were united in
marriage Wednesday morning at
10 o'clock at the Star hotel in
Monroe by Judge Ramsey. The
happy young couple left that after
noon for Delta. Miss., where they
will make their home
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We were in error in ' u - last issue
when we stated that Thos. Green
had been called to Lawson to at
tend the funeral of his mother.
We should have said his wife's sis
ter, Mrs. Y. F. Goodwin, who died
there December 16, following her
husband who d>ed a few weeks Dre
vious. We extend our sympathy
to Mr. and Mrs. Green in the loss
of her sister, but are pleased to re
port his mother in good health.
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SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER T -Ooorij** An*1' r?»nn anrt
.vift1 s*-«- a remarkable man rum** out of
h< * !'Ji innnt hotel look around f»:rf i\ *•!y
Ms hands In the snow and pas** on
’orr,motion attracts them to the f'ievmont
.vher»» it If found that the beautiful M ss
••.diti> Challoner has fallen dead on the
mezzanine floor
( HAPTER IT- Anderson describes t>• r*
•Ha he saw wash his hands in tin* snow
1 I*1 -'otel manager declares him to be
' h-iani’^ Brotherson.
f’1! \PT PR TIT—‘Physlelans And lhat
•is.*- Challoner was stabbed and not shot.
in* li seems to clear Brotherson of sus
' II ' ,,pER TV Oryoe. an aged detec
and S\o water, his assistant, ta' *
*ip the cast, t; v believe Miss Challone?
Sta'-brrl If
•*- *7 — A paper cutter found
near the scene of tragedy is believed to
be the weapon used.
CHAPTER Vf Mr Challoner Jells of a
haf.*h of letters found in his daughter*
uesk. signed with initials strange to tdm
All are love letters except one whirl*
shows that the writer was displeased
dflAPTEPk VTI This letter was signed
hv Orlando Brotherson The others bore
* Rials which lead to the conclusion that
Brotherson wrote all of them.
(,M.\F,rIKIv VTII—Anderson goes with
Sweet water to identify Brotherson, who
■s to addro-.s a meeting of anarchists
Th*> place is raided by the police and
'’rotlu rs*.n »scapes without being Identi
fied.
\\ here they went under this officer’s
guidance, he cannot tell. The tortu
jus tangle of alleys through which he
•tow felt himself led was dark as the
nether r.*,ions to his unaccustomed
eyes. There was snow under his feet
and now and then he brushed against
-ome obtruding object, or stumbled
against a 'ow fence; but beyond these
light miscalculations on his own part,
ne was a mere automaton in the hands
>f his eager guide, and only became
his own man again when they sud
denly stepped into an open yard and
he could discern plainly before hitn
the dark walls of a building pointed
out by Sweetwater as their probable
destination. Yet even here they en
ountered some Impediment which
prohibited a close approach. A wall
jr shed cut off their view of the build
ng’s lower story; and though some
"hat startled at being left uncere
moniously alone after just a whispered
word of encouragement from the ever
ready detective, George could quite
understand the necessity which that
person must feel for a quiet recon
noitering of the surroundings before
the two of them ventured further for
ward in their possibly hazardous un
dertaking. Yet the experience was
none too pleasing to George, and lie
was very glad to hear Sweetwater’s
whisper again in his ear, and to feel
himself rescued from the pool of slush
in which he had been left to stand.
“The approach is not all that can be
desired.” remarked the detective as
hey entered what appeared to be a
iow shed. “The broken board lias
been put back and securely nailed in
place, and if I am not very much mis
taken there is a fellow stationed in
the yard who will want the pass-word
too. Looks shady to me. I’ll have
something to tell the chief when 1 get
back.”
"But we! What are we going to do
if we cannot get in front or rear?”
“We’re going to wait right here in
the hopes of catching a glimpse of our
man as he comes out,” returned the
detective, drawing George towards a
low window overlooking the yard he
had described as sentinelled. “He will
have to pass directly under this win
dow on his way to the alley,” Sweet
water went on to explain, “and if I
can only raise it—but the noise would
give us away. I can’t do that.”
"Perhaps it swings on hinges,” sug
gested George. “It looks like that
sort of a window.”
"If it should—well! it does. We’re
in great luck, sir. But before I pull it
open, remember that from the mo
ment 1 unlatch it, everything" said or
done here can be heard in the ad
joining yard. So no whispers and no
unnecessary movements. When you
hear him coming, as sooner or later
you certainly will, fall carefully to
your knees and lean out just far
enough to catch a glimpse of him be
fore he steps down from the porch. If
he stops to light his cigar or to pass a
few words with some of the men lie
will leave behind, you may get a plain
enough view of his face or figure to
identify him. The light is burning low
in that rear hall, but it will do. If it
does not—if you can’t see him or if
you do, don’t hang out of the window
more than a second. Duck after your
first look. I don't want to be caught
tit this job with no better opportunity
for escape than we have here. Can you
remember nil that?”
George pinched his arm encourag
ingly, and Sweetwater, with an amused
grunt, softly unlatched the window
and pulled it wide open.
A fine sleet flew in, imperceptible
save for the sensation of damp it
gave, and the slight haze it diffused
through the air. EnL.rged by this
haze, the building tin y were set to
watch ro':e in magnified proportions
at their left. The yard between, piled
high in the center with snow-heaps or
other heaps covered with snow, could
not have been more than forty feet
square. The window’ from which they
peered, was half-way down this yard,
so that ,i_coinp u ra t:ve1^ short uU.tu'.iej
s< p.'rated thorn. from the porch where
' George had been to’d to look for ths
imn he was expecting ’ * identify. All
was dark there at. pres f, but lie
could hear from time to li no some
sounds of restless movement, as the
retard posted inside shifted in his nar
row qtiart’Ts, or smirk his benumbed
feet softly together.
Rut what came to them from above*
was more interesting than anything
to be heard or seen below. A man's
voice, raised to a wonderful pitch by
the passion of oratory, had burst the
barriers of the clost d ball in that tow
ring third story and was carrying its
ale to other ears than those within.
Sweetwater, in whom satisfaction
' was fast taking the place of tnipa
ience and regret, pushed the window
o before asking George this question:
"Did you hear the voice of the man
| whose action attracted your attention
; outside the Clermont?”
"No.”
“Did you note just now the large
shadow dancing on the ceiling over
he speaker’s head?”
“Yes, but I could judge nothing front
that.”
“Well, he’s a rum one. T shan’t open
this window again till he gives signs
of reaching the end of his speech. It’s
too cold.”
Hut almost immediately he gave a
start and, pressing George's arm. ap
peared to livien, not to the speech
which was no longer audible, hut to
something much nearer—a step or
movement in the adjoining yard. At
least, so George interpreted the quick
turn which this impetuous detective
made, and the pains he took to direct
George’s attention to the walk run
ning under the window beneath which
they crouched. Some one was steal
ing down upon the house at their left,
from the alley beyond. A big man,
j whose shoulder brushed the window
as he went by. George felt his hand
seized again and pressed as this hap
pened, and before he had recovered
from this excitement, experienced an
oiher quick pressure and still another
i as one, two, three additional figures
j went slipping by. Then his hand wu.-,
, suddenly dropped, for a cry had shot
up from the door where the sentinel
stood guard, followed by a sudden
j loud slam, and the noise of a shooting
i bolt, which, proclaiming as it aid that
I the invaders were not friends but
enemies to the cause which was being
vaunted above, so excited Sweetwater
that he puiled the window wide open
and took a bold look out. Gioige foi
lowed his example and this was what
I they saw:
Three men were standing fiat
against the fence leading trom the
shed directly to tiie porch. The
fourth was crouching within the lat
ter, and in another moment they heard
his fist descend upon the door inside
I in a way to rouse the echoes. Mean
i time, tlie voice in the audience hall
above had ceased, and there could be
heard instead the scramble of hurry
ing feet and the noise of overturning
benches. Then a window tlew up and |
a voice called down:
“Who’s- that? What do you want
down there?”
But before an answer could b
shouted back, this man was drawl,
fiercely inside, and the scramble was
renewed, amid which George heard
Sweetwater's whisper at his ear:
"It's the police. The chief has got
ahead of me. Was that the man
we're after—the one who shouted
dowm?”
“No. Neither was he the speaker.
The voices are very different.”
"We want the speaker. If the boys |
get him, we’re all right; but if they |
don’t—wait, 1 must make the matter
sure.”
And with a bound be vaulted
through the window, whistling in a
peculiar way. George, thus left quite j
alone, had the pleasure of seeing his
sole protector mix with the boys, as '
he called them, and ultimately ctowci
in with them through the door which
had finally been opened for their ad
mittance. Then cafae a wail and then
the quiet re appearance ol the detect
ive alone and in no very amiable !
mood.
“Well?" inquired George, soniewb.nl
breathlessly. "Do you wan* me? They
don't seem to be coming out."
“No; they've gone the other way It
was a red hot anarchist meeting, and
no mistake. They have arres'ed one |
of the speakers, but the other escaped
How, we have not yet found out; but I
think there's a way out somewhere by
which he got the start of us. He was
the man 1 wanted you to see. Bad
luck. Mr. Anderson, but I’m not at the
end of niv resources. If you'll have pa
tience with me and accompany me a
little further, I promise you that I'll
only risk one more failure. Will you
be so good, sir?”
CHAPTER IX.
The Incident of the Partly Lifted
Shade.
The two took a car which eventual
ly brought them into one of the oddest
quarters of the Borough of Brooklyn.
The sleet which had stung their
faces in the streets of New York had
; beer, left behind them somewhere on
he bridge, but tly* chill was not gone
j irOm the air. and George felt greatly
j relieved when Sweetwater paused in
'tie middle of a long block before a
lofty tenement, house of mean appear
■ nee, and signified that here they were
o stop, and that from now on, mum
was to be their watchword.
What kind of haunts were these for
the cultured gentleman who spent his
evenings at the Clermont? A tene
ment—such a tenement as this—meant
home—home for h'maelf or for those
he counted h:s friends, and such a
supposition seemed inconceivable to
my poor husband, with the memory of
the gorgeous parlors of the Clermont
In his mind.
"An adventure! certainly an adven
ture!” flashed through poor George’s
mind, as he peered, in great curiosity
down the long hall before him, info
a dismal rear, opening into a still
more dismal court. Should he be ex
pected to penetrate irdo those dark,
ill-smelling recesses, or would he be
led up the long flights of naked stairs,
so f- eblv illuminated that they gave
the impression of extending indefinite
ly into dimmer and dimmer heights of
decay and desolation?
Sweetwater seemed to decide for
the rear, for leaving George, he
stepped down the hall into the court
beyond, where George could see him
c sting inquiring glances up at the
walls above him. Another tenement,
t milar to the one whose rear end he
was contemplating, towered behind,
but he paid no attention to that He
v. a.s satisfied with the look he had
given and came quickly back, joining
George at the foot of the staircase, up
which he silently led the way.
It was a rude, none-too-well-cared
for building, but it seemed respectable
enough and very quiet, considering
the mass of people it accommodated
One flight—two flights—three—and
then George's guide stopped, and. look
ing pack at him, made a gesture It
appeared to he one of caution, but
when the two came together at the
top of the staircase, Sweetwater
spoke quite naturally as he pointed
out a door in their rear:
"That's the room. We'll keep a
sharp watch and when any man, no
matter what his dress or appearance,
comes up these stairs and turns that
way, gin him a sharp look You un
derstand?”
“Yes; but—” *
i.n. no nasn t come in yet. I took
pains to tind tliat out. 'tou saw mo
go into the court and look up. That
was to s«e if his window was lighted.
Well, it wasn't."
George f< It non plussed.
"Rut surely." said he. "the gentle
man named Ilrotherson doesn't live
here."
"The inventor does.”
| "Oh!”
"And—but l will explain later."
The suppressed excitement con
. talned In these words made George
stare. Indeed, he had been wonder
ing for some time at the manner of
the detective, which showed a curious
George Cast Him a Keen Look.
mixture of several opposing enio
tions. Now, the fellow was actually ;
in a tremble of hope or impatience— '
and, not content with listening, he!
peered every few minutes down th“
'.ell of the staircase, and when he
was not doing that, tramped from end
lo end ot the narrow passage-way sep
arating the head of the stairs from the
door he had pointed out, like one to
whom minutes were hours. Hut when, j
after some half hour of this tedium
and suspense, there rose from below
the faint clatter of ascending foot
steps, he remembered his meek com
panion and beckoning him to one side,
began a studied conversation with
him. showing him a note-boot? in which
he had written such phrases as these:
hon't look up till he is fairlj in
range with the light.
There’s nothing to fear; he do"sn't
know either of us.
If it is a face yon have seen before
— if it is the one we are expecting lo
see, puli your necktie straight. It's a
little on one side.
The man they w'ere waiting for was
no further up than the second floor,
but instinctively George's hand had
flown to 1)is necktie, and he was only
stopped from its premature re-ar
rangement by a warning look from
Sweetwater.
“Not unless you know him," whis
pered the detective.
Suddenly the steps below paused,
and George heard Sweetwater draw in
his breath in irrepressible dismay.
Put they were immediately resunn d.
and prison'ly the head and shoulders
of a workingman of uncommon pro
pur* ions appeared in sight on the
stairway.
George cant him a 1. n look, niul
Ills hand rose doubtfully to his neck
and then fell back again. The ap
proaching man was tall, very well-pro
portioned and easy of carriage; but
the face—such of it as could be seen
between his cap and the high collar he
had pulled up about his ears, con
veyed no exact impression to George's
mind, and he did not dare to give the
signal Sweetwater expected from him.
"You're not sure?" he now heard,
oddly interpolated in the stream of
half-whispered talk with which the
other endeavored to carry off the sit
uation.
George shook his herd. He could
not rid himself of the old impression
he hud formed of the man in the
snow.
“Mr. Dunn, a word with you," sud
denly spoke up Sweetwater, to the
man who had just passed them.
“That’s your name, isn't it?"
"Yes, that is my name," was the
quiet response, in a voice which was
at once rich and resonant. “Who are
you who wish to speak to me at so
late an hour?"
“Well, we are—you know what,”
smiled the ready detective, advancing
half-way to greet him. "We’re not
members of the Associated Brother
hood, but possibly have hopes of be
ing so. At all events, we should like
to talk the matter over, if, as you
say, it's not too late.”
“I have nothing to do with the
club—-”
"But you spoke before it.”
“Yes."
“Then vou cun give us some sort
of an idea how we are to apply for
membership."
Mr. Dunn met the concentrated gaze
of his two evidently unwelcome vis
itors with a frankness which dashed
George’s confidence in himself, but
made little visible impression upon
his daring companion.
“I should rather see yon at another
time,” said he. “But—” his hesitation
was inappreciable save to the nice st
ear—"If vou will allow me to be brief,
i will veil you what I know—which is
very little.’’
Swt etwater was gjeatlv taken
aback. All he had looked for. as he
was careful to tell my husband later,
was a sufficiently prolonged conver
sation to enable George to mark and
study tiie workings of the fare he was
not yet sure of Nor did the -detect
ive feel quite easy at the readiness
of his reception; nor any too well
pleased to accept the invitation which
ilia man now gave them to enter his
room.
"lie room, like many olliers in these
old-fashioned tenements, had a jo*
just, where the door was, to that on
l entering they had to take several
! steps before they could get a full
glimpse of its four walls. "Whop they
did. both showed surprise.
The man who lived here was not
only a student, as was evinced by h
long wall full of books, but he was an
art-lover, a musician, an inventor and
an athlete. So much could be learned
from the most cursory glance. A more
careful one picked up other facts
fully ns startling and Impressive. The
books w»re choice; the Invention to
all appearance a practical one; (he art
of a high order and the music, such as
was in view, of a character of which
the nicest taste need not b? ashamed.
George began to feel quite conscious
of the intrusion of which they had
been guilty, and was amazed at the
ease with which the detec *ve carried
himself in the presence of such mnni
j festations of culture and good, haid
; work. He was trying to recall the ex
act appearance of the figure he
had seen stooping in the snowy street
two nights before, when he found him
self staring at the occupant of the
room, who had taken up his stand be
fore them and was regarding them
while they were regarding the room.
He had thrown aside his hat and rid
himself or his overcoat, and the fear
lessness of his aseect seemed to daunt
i the hitherto dauntless Sweetwater,
who. for 'he first time in his life, per
i haps, hunted in vain for words with
which to start conversation,
i “You se»ra to have forgotten your
: errand,” came in quiet, if not good-na
j nir«‘d, sarcasm from their patiently
i waiting host.
"It’s the room,” muttered Sweetwa
; ter. with an attempt at his old-time
i ease which was not as fully successful
as usual. “What an all-fired genius
you must b«. 1 never saw the like.
\;.d in a tenement house tool You
ought to be in one of those big new
studio buildings in New York where
artists lie and everything you see Is
beautiful. You'd appreciate it, you
1 would.”
imp notocffvr Rtat*t«•<!. (Jporgr st;irt
crl. at the gleam which answered him
from a very uncommon eye. It was a
temporary flash, however, and quickly
veiled, and the tone in which this
Ihinn now spoke was anything hut an
encouraging one.
“I thought you were desirous of join
ing a socialistic fraternity." said he;
"a true aspirant for such honors don't
cure for beautiful things unless all
e' n have them. 1 prefer mv tenement.
How is it with you, friemls?"
Sweetwater found some sort of a
reply, though the thing which this
man now did must have startled him,
as it certainly did George. They w ere
so grouped that a table quite lull of
anomalous objects stood at the back
of tlieir host, and consequently quite
beyond their own reach. As Sweet
water began to speak, he whom h®
had addressed by the name of Dunn,
drew a pist'd from his breast jioeket
and laid it down barrel towards them
on this table top. Then he looked up
courteously enough, and listened till
Sweetwater was done. A very hand
some man. hut one not to be trifled
v ith in the slightest degree. Hoth
rrcognized this fact, and George, for
onex began tc edge towards the door.
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