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SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER I—Confederate Sergeant
Wyatt of the Staunton artillery is sent
as a spy to his native county on the Green
Briar by General Jackson.
CHAPTER II—Wyatt meets a moun
taineer named Jem Taylor, with whom he
rides to a house beyond Hot Springs.
CHAPTER III—In the house Wvatt and
Taylor meet Major Harwood, father of
Noreen and an old neighbor of Wyatt,
(who is sent to bed while the two other
men talk. Wyatt becomes suspicious, and
finds that Taylor has murdered Harwood
and escaped.
CHAPTER TV—Wyatt changes to the
o- S. cayairf uniform he has with him,
and rides awuy in the night, running into
a detachment of Federal cavalry, to
whom he identifies himself as Lieutenant
Raymond, Third U. S. cavalry, by mean*
of papers with which he lias been pro
vided. Captain Fox finds Harwood's body
and follows Taylor's trail.
CHAPTER V—Fox and Wyatt believe
Taylor to be old Ned Cowan. The de
tachment Is ambushed. Wyatt escapes to
tile Green Briar country and goes to Har
wood’s apparently deserted home.
CHAPTER VI—Wyatt finds Noreen
Harwood alone In her home. She does
not recognize him. and he Introduces him
self us Lieutenant Raymond.
CHAPTER VII—Parson Nichols come*
to the house and tells Noreen of her fa
ther’s death.
CHAPTER VIII—Wyatt forces Parson
Nichols to confess that he has been sent
In advance of Anse Cowan, who proposes
to marry Noreen at once, and so quiet
title to the land In dispute between the
Cowans and Noreen’s dead father.
CHAPTER IX—Anse Cowan and his
gang arrive and find the preacher bound
in a closet. Wyatt and Noreen have con
cealed themselves In tlie attic.
CHAPTER X—The Cowan gang ran
sacks the house but fall* to find the hid
den couple. Wyatt tells Noreen who lie is.
CHAPTER XI—Wyatt and Noreen re
turn to the eecond floor and await the
next move of the gang, forcing the
preacher to silence.
CHAPTER XII—Unable to escape while
the gang Is on the first floor and around
the house, Wyatt proposes to marry
Noreen to protect her from Cowan. She
accepts and Wyatt forces the preacher to
marry them.
CHAPTER XTTI—Cowan's gang Is driv
en off by Federal troops, one of whose
officers Is the real Lieutenant Raymond.
Wyatt Is trapped, though Noreen attempts
to defend him.
CHAPTER XIV—Wyatt Is taken to
Lewisburg for trial as a spy.
CHAPTER XV—The camp commandant
and Captain Fox visit Wyatt in his cell
In the courthouse basement. He refuses
clemency in return for Information, and
use* hie boyhood’s knowledge of the build
ing to prepare a way of escape.
CHAPTER XVT—Captain Fur again
visits Wyatt, and tell* him that Noreen
has Interceded for him unsuccessfully, and
that Raymond Jealous. Is pushing the
ease against him.
CHAPTER XVIT—Wyatt escapes to the
attic and thence to the sheriff's office by
means of a disused, old-fashioned chim
ney, washes off the soot and changes
clothes In tile deserted wushroom, and re
connolters.
CHAPTER XVIII—Wyatt surprises
Raymond and his camp commandant,
holds them up. and with the aid of Nor
een, gets out of headquarters room In
the courthouse.
CHAPTER XIX—Wyatt and Noreen
win clear of the courthouse and Noreen
decides to accompany him In his flight.
CHAPTER XX—Wyatt and Noreen ob
tain horses and escape from Lewisburg.
CHAPTER XXI—They meet old Ned
Cowan In a deserted cabin, and In a fight
Cowan Is killed.
CHAPTER XXII—They agree to a sop
aratlon when they are safely out of their
present danger.
CHAPTER XXIII—They come to the
Cane Ridge meeting house and find It oc
cupied by Confederate cavalry, who have
captured Preacher Nichols.
CHAPTER XXIV—Federal cavalry un
der Fox and Raymond threaten to attack
the church.
CHAPTER XXV—The attack Is re
pulsed.
CHAPTER XXVI—In the lull before a
second attack. Nichols and Noreen es
cape through an underground passage
leading from the baptistry.
CHAPTER XXVII—The church Is tnk
en. and Wyatt escapes through the un
derground passage.
CHAPTER XXVIII—Wyatt runs Into
Raymond, whips and captures him.
CHAPTER XXIX—Noreen meets Wy
att, who forces Nichols to guide them
within reach of Covington, and Noreen
decides to go through life wlth^ Wyatt.
CHAPTER XXIX.
The Trail to Covington.
As I gripped the horse’s rein and
turned him slowly around 1 heard a
single shot fired in the gorge below,
the sound echoing among the rocks
and a spark of fire gleamed through
the darkness. It was far euough away
to giv« me little concern, yet the re
port must have been heard by the cav
alry squad now well out in the open,
for they wheeled their horses and rode
straight toward the ravine. Their
course would bring them higher up,
just to the rear of the church, yet,
with suspicions once aroused, 'twas
likely they would patrol the banks,
seeking for some passage below. Con
fident the distance between us was
sufficient to hide my movements so
long as I kept well back in the shadow
of the trees. I led the horse forward,
advancing as rapidly as I dared to
travel, using one hand to steady Ray
mond’s body swaying across the sad
dle. It must have been a quarter of a
mite, or more, to where the forest
spread out from the bank into a dark
tangle .of trees, extending half across
the ridge. The winding of the ravine
took me out of sight of the body of
horsemen above, yet I knew they had
galloped to the edge of 'the gorge, am’
were calling to whoever was below,
could hear the shouts, without catcl
ing the words, and even imagined 1
distinguished a faint cry in return. By
slipping the lieutenant’s belt over the
saddle horn, thus preventing his limp
body from sliding off, I urged the ani
mal to a sharp trot.
What was before us in those dark
woods was all conjecture—but I pos
sessed infinite confidence in Noreen.
The very silence, coupled with the fact
that no sign of the two fugitives had
been met with along the way, con
vinced me that they had safely at
tained the rendezvous, and were now
there, anxiously awaiting my arrival.
The time had not been long, and the
girl would never consent to proceed
alone with Nichols, until she had lost
every hope of my joining her. He
might not remain willingly in such
close proximity of danger, but I could
count on her to keep the fellow there
until the last possible moment. We
went down into a shallow gully, and
then climbed the opposite bank, hav
ing to force a passage through thick
scrub, I pressing the branches aside
to prevent their scratching Raymond’s
face. He gave utterance to a groan,
and I lifted his head, supporting it on
my shoulder as we topped the rise.
The horse shied, I caught glimpse of
a shadow flitting across an open space.
“Noreen!"
“Is it really you? I could not tell—
the horse; the something across the
saddle.”
She came forward with a swift
spring, not satisfied until her hand
actually touched me.
“Oh, I am so glad—you are not even
hurt ?"
“Not seriously; battered up a bit—
Nichols?”
“Yes, he is here; there beside the
tree. Tell me what has happened!
What have you here? Why it is a
man,” she shrank back, “a—a dead
man!”
“No, not dead,” I hastened to ex
plain, unbuckling the belt, and lower
ing the still limp body to the ground
“Here, parson, don’t let the horse
stray. We cannot waste many min
utes here; there are cavalrymen scout
ing the edge of the ravine yonder, and
they may come as far as this. That
is why I brought the fellow along—to
keep him from being found. Do you
recognize the face, Noreen?”
It was dark and shadowy wdiere we
were and she was compelled to bend
low to distinguish the features. Her
lips gave a startled, half-suppressed
cry:
“Why It is Lieutenant Raymond!
You--you fought together? How did
he come here?”
“I think he suspected we might
manage to escape from the church. He
was more anxious to capture me than
he was to fight evidently, for I caught
no glimpse of his face during the
melee. But he. and three troopers,
were hidden at the edge of the woods
watching where the trail comes up
from the ravine.”
“Yes,” breathlessly, “we saw them
come across, just after the torches be
gan to flare up inside the church. Then
later another man rode along there.”
“That was Kelly; he brought word
that we had got away. I was within
ten feet of them when they met. The
lieutenant swore at the news, and sent
the four men down the trail to search
—he offered one hundred dollars for
me, dead or alive.”
She arose to her feet, but the dark
ness prevented my seeing the expres
sion on her face.
“He did! This man?” she ex
claimed, the horror of the thought vis
ible in the tone. “Why, what is it to
him? I do not understand why he
should exhibit such bitterness—he was
determined to convict you from the
tirst. There was no feud between you
two, was there?”
“Only Noreen Harwood.” 1 answered,
speaking softly. "But—look! The cav
alry squad Just passed across that
open space; they are riding this way i
Raymond will revive presently, am
some of his men will find him here.
Kelly will search as soon as he dis
covers the man is missing. Nichols,
fasten the belt about his arms—yes,
buckle it behind; a notch tighter. You
know tbe trail?”
“I’ve been over It enough,” rather
sullenly. “Is Anse Cowan dead?”
“Yes; but that doesn’t affect you at
present. You are going to guide us to
Covington. Hold the horse. Now No
reen.”
sne gave me ner nana, ana 1 neipea
her into the saddle. A horse neighed
in the distance, but my fingers closed
on the nostrils of the animal beside
me in time to prevent response. Nich
ols stood motionless, a tall, shapeless
figure, gazing back over the tops of
the bushes. I drew my revolver, and
touched him with it sharply on the
arm.
“Go on,” I said quietly, yet with a
threat in my voice. “Attempt to run,
or play any trick, and 1 drop you in
your tracks."
He turned without a word, and si
lently pushed a passage through the
scrub into more open woods, and I fol
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lowed, grasping t"he horse’s "rein. A
hundred yards farther along wo came
Into a beaten track, and began to
mount upward along a rocky ridge,
where the moon gave me good view. It
was a scene of silent desolation. I
ook one glance backward, but trees
hut off all glimpse of the church, and
he plateau. I thought 1 heard a voice,
ir two, calling afar off, perhaps the
avalrymen again signaling Kelly in
he ravine, but we had little to fear
rom them. Our trail could never be
ollowed before morning, and dawn
vould be three hours away. 1 slipped
ny weapon back into jny belt, confl
lent Nichols would make no attempt
;o deFert. He was slouching forward,
muttering something to himself as he
walked, and never even turned his
lead to glance behind. I stole a look
upward at the lady in the saddle, but
d’d not venture to address her. She
sat erect, her face slightly averted,
but her thoughts appeared to be else
where, and I plodded on, my heart
grown heavy. Beyond doubt she real
ized now what the end was to be. In
the rush and excitement of the past
few days, her natural desire to save
ine from the death of a spy, she had
found no time for thought, for consid
eration. She had merely obeyed the
swift impulse of the moment. Hut
now, riding this dark mountain trail,
all immediate peril left behind, she
was facing the future—and regret. Her
father’s death, her sudden abandon
ment of home and friends, her disloy
alty to the cause with which her sym
pathies were enlisted, her forced mar
riage, came fresh to her memory like
haunting phantoms. Once, I thought
she lifted a hand, and dashed a tear
from her eye; and her head sank low
er, as though she would hide her face
She was evidently ashamed, regretful
unhappy; if ever she had eared for
me, even in ordinary friendship, that
feeling had changed into dislike—prob
ably Into actual hatred. I seemed to
feel the change; to comprehend the
growing horror with which she con
fronted the future. I wanted to tell
her that I understood; that I synipa
thized; that I would never consent tc
stand between her and happiness. Plan
after plan flashed through my mind—
she should be free; she should go tc
"Go With Me All the Way Through
Life."
her own friends, and never see me
again. I would arrange to drop out of
her life as suddenly as 1 had come
into it. But the impetuous words died
unuttered on my lips. Steadily we
pushed on through the darkness, no
word exchanged between us, slipping
and sliding along the rocky trail, fol
lowing Nichols down into a black val
ley, and then up again to a steep, nar
row ridge. All about us was the night,
and the silence.
Then the dawn broke, the black
gloom fading into gray, the clouds of
fog in the deep valley below us rising
slowly until the rays of the rising sun
lifted them to the mountain tops, red
dening the mist into grotesque beauty,
and revealing the green glades be
neath. It was a wild, desolate scene,
and we paused on the edge of what
seemed a sheer precipice to gaze. Kven
Nichols stopped, and looked down,
pointing to the ridge of rock along
which the barely perceptible trail ran
“You’ll hav' ter pick yer way mighty
careful 'long thar." he said slowly.
“ 'Tain’t jist safe fer a hoss. nohow,
but 1 reckon he'll pick his own way all
right. Thar’s a cabin ’round behind
that bend whar we njout git a bite ter
it.”
“Who lives there?”
"A fellar named Larrabee; but 1
reckon thar won’t be noboddy ter
horn’ but the ol’ woman—Bill’s con
scripted.”
‘‘Go on down,” T said after a mo
ment, "and we’ll follow slowly. How
far away is Covington?”
“ ’Bout twenty mile—in the next
valley beyond them hills.”
He disappeared around a sharp
ledge, and Noreen and 1 were ajone—
alone, it seemed to me, in sjl the
world. I dare not even look at her,
as 1 helped her out of the saddle. Tired
from the long hours of riding along
the rough trail, she staggered slightly
on her feet, and her hands clasped my
arm. Our eyes met, and in the depths
of hers was the mist of tears.
“Tom,” she said earnestly, her voice
faltering. “I cannot stand this any
longer. I—I must know—what—what
I am to you?”
“To me!” I echoed, the blood leap
ing in my veins. "Do you not know?
Can you feel the slightest doubt?"
“Doubt! It is all doubt. You havo
spoken uo word to guide me. You
married me to save me from Anse
Cowan. You permitted me to come
with you because I would consent to
nothing else. I do not even know
that it is your choice that 1 go on be
side you into the valley.”
"Noreen,” and 1 had her hands in
mine. "It Is my choice that you go
! with me all the way through life—
dear girl I love you.”
The long lashes hid her eyes, but
her cheeks were crimson; then I
looked down into the blue depths,
through the tear mist, and read my
answer.
(THE END.)
PAY FOR BROKEN CROCKERY
Powder Mills Acknowledge Them
selves Responsible for Losses
Due to Explosions.
Explosions in powder mills ere fre
quent, as everyone knows, but they
occur not nearly so often as formerly,
owing to greater precautions, and
when they do happen there is little or
no direct liabiiity on the part of the
manufacturers iri them, being purely
accidental. Despite that fact, however,
the powder companies assume the bur
den of paying for the damage dene
by the explosions to private property
in the vicinity of the mills, which prop
erty, in New Jersey at least, by law
can be no nearer than one mile to the
powder mills. Naturally the articles
most easily broken are glassware and
crockery, with an occasional breaking
of plaster.
The leading powder company has
the name of paying for such damage
without delay and with considerable
good grace, which fact is taken ad
vantage of by certain householders
with a curious idea of thrift or with
the idea of "putting one over on the
corporation,” who according to agents
of the powder makers, stare up ail the
household ware broken in ordinary do
mestic use until there is an explosion
in the mill and then send the bill to
the powder company. It is claimed
that a few people, desirous of having
the house newly plastered, have delib
erately torn down a shaky part and
then waited for the next explosion,
which is duly blamed for the damage.
Despite that knowledge, the agents say
the powder company pays the bill. Re
cently the Aetna Explosives paid $8,
000 on account of one explosion for
window glass breakage in the city of
Gary, Ind., which is near its mills.—
Wall Street Journal.
Wonders of the X-Ray.
A physician in describing the tri
umphs of X-ray exploration, refers to
the popular impression that the dis
covery of foreign substances in the
body, or fractures of the bones, are
the limits of its usefulness. He affirms
that these rays show the size of the
heart, demonstrating whether it is di
lated and if there is fluid present.
I They reveal any thickening In the
I pleura and inflammation of the lungs.
I Through them tuberculosis may be
detected before the physician is likely
to suspect its presence.
He stoutly maintains that the entire
internal mechanism of the body is
thus to be examined more accurately
j than by any other method now within
| reach, and ventures the assertion that
no surgeon will operate and few phy
| sicfans prescribe in suspected maladies
of an important organ, until he has
first submitted that organ to this
searching photography.
Foolish Anger.
There is surely no sense in getting
angry at life or getting angry at peo
ple. People must go on playing their
parts and life must continue to reveal
itself in its nature, full of inconsist
encies and vexations and trials and dis
appointments and griefs and wonderful
compensations. The best we can do
is to meet the tests in the spirit that j
places us, not among the conquered,
but among the conquerors, and that
keeps us in a mood where we can en
joy to the full the compensations.—
Exchange.
Marriage Laws in Various States.
Marriage between first cousins is
prohibited in Alaska, Arizona. Arkan
sas Illinois. Indiana, Iowa, Kansas,
Louisiana, Missouri. Montana. Nevada,
New Hampshire, North Dakota, Ohio.
Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania
South Dakota. Washington and Wy
oming Step-relatives are not per
mitted to intermarry except in Florida.
Iowa, Kentucky, Minnesota, New York,
Tennessee and Wisconsin.
American and English Girls.
Two groups of people sat in chairs
on the liner's deck. In the first, corn- i
posed of two American girls and a
man, the girls did all the talking and
file man listened meekly. In the sec
ond group, composed of two English j
girls and a man, the man did all the
talking and the girls contributed noth
ing to the conversation but respectful
attention and delighted giggles Here
in we may perceive the difference be
tween English girls and American
girls.
If the American woman could spe
her European sisters in captivity she j
would have a better appreciation o* ,
the freedom which she enjoys and per
haps she wouldn't be quite so bossy
with her good-natured, easy-going men
folk.
Similarly, If the American man
could see his European brothers in the
thrall of their masters, he would think i
more cf his rights and privileges as a
citizen of this republic. He would
thank his Maker every night on his
km’es for his blessings of liberty, i
which now he regards as a matter of
course—if he regards them at all.
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By JOHN P. ROE.
No. 774 had raught meaning glances
from the convicts as they filed into the
foundry. He knew their meaning; for
weeks a revolt had been brewing, and,
strangely enough, this time the guards
had no inkling of it. The secret had
been well kept.
No. 774 was in for 20 years, and he
had served 16. At any time now he
might be paroled by the pardons
board. Put the spirit for freedom
was strong in him. He had long since
ceased to reason, to be much more
than a dumb brute. He knew the
odds were fearfully against him. Put
—outside the sun was shining, and
the birds were building. A mad hun
ger for freedom assailed him.
Only one man in the foundry was
ignorant of what was transpiring.
That was little 1237, a boy of twenty,
serving a life sentence for the mur
der of the man who had insulted his
sweetheart. He had been there only
six months. No. 774 could read him
like a book. He knew' the sudden out
breaks of frenzy, the hopelessness, the
longing to see the girl, the certainty
that she would forget him as life in
creased and memories grew fainter.
! Foor little 1237!
The signal was to be the opening
of the outer gates to admit the pass
age of the trusties, with their carts
of slag. No. 774 listened intently.
Creak! Creak! Creak!
A simultaneous yell. The men ran
toward the doors, brandishing their
red-hot bars of steel. The w'arders
shrank away in terror. They were
hopelessly overpowered. No. 774 was
being carried along in the press. At
his side, caught also in the crowd of
men, he saw the boy.
He moved like a man in a dream.
He heard whistles blow ing, he heard a 1
revolver spit spitefully and saw a man ,
near him pitch up his arms and turn- !
ble forward.
They were in the outer court. The |
gatekeeper, an old man with a white,
pointed beard, was trying to close the
gates. No. 774 saw a crowbar descend |
crashing upon his skull. The gate
keeper fell forward. The men were
in the open and racing down the road. |
No. 774 came to a realization ot 1
what had happened, because, as the
crowd separated, he was no longer
thrust, forward among them. He
stopped, gasping. At his side was the
boy. His long paralyzed brain began ■
to work.
“Down here!’’ he gasped, indicating
a dry ditch beside the road.
He looked back quickly. They were in
a little depression which hid them1
from the prison, or anyone on!
guard there. There was nobody in j
sight. No. 774 dropped flat among
the tangle of briers, dragging the boy
with him.
“We’re hidden here," he said.
"They’ll never look for us so near.
And they'll get those other fellows ai
sure as a gun."
Sowly out of the distance came a
freight train. It rolled at a slow pace [
along the meadow banks. It would,
cross the road that forked with that
leading to the prison, and that was
only a couple of hundred paces away.
They could make it unobserved by
running along the gully. And there
was ample time.
No. 774 looked at the boy. He looked j
like a striped caterpillar in his hitie
ous convict garb. He himself, as a
first-class prisoner, wore the workfng
garb of any laborer.
“Strip, kid!" he said.
The boy began suddenly to tear of!
the stripes. In a few minutes the
transfer had been effected.
“You'll make tire town by night,
fall, said 774. “They won't catch
you if you jump off before you reach
the yards."
“But you?" stammered the boy.
“Hour years more," answered 774,
easily, “l could do that bit on my
head. Hurry, kid!"
No. 774 watched him as he ran.
He saw the train approach, slowing i
as it went up the Incline, saw the boy
scramble under a car. He held his
breath involuntarily. But nobody had
witnessed I hat sudden flash out of the
gully into the daylight. The train
went on. __ _ _ j
No. 774 sat still in the gully. He
watched the mounted men ride back,
shepherding their captives. As they
came toward him 774 stepped into
the road. A mounted man dashed at
him.
“Ah, put up your v'bip,'' said 774,
"I ran because I was scared. I've
been waiting for you. ’
He took his place in the dejected
crowd. A few minutes later they
passed through the outer gates, where
an old mao with his head in a ban
dage eursod them volubly.
No. 774 felt Ids heart leap in nis
breast. It was not murder, fben! And
his only offense was against the prison
rules. They could take away his four
years of “coppcir, ’ but they could give
him no more. You cannot imprison a
man for breaking the prisou rules by
changing clotlics, unless you can
prove—but what could be proved?
“The boy knorked me down and
took em off me/- .muttered No. 774.
He was back, it his cell. Outside
the birds were pouring out their eve
ning song. He. lisU ned and looked at
the calendar upon the wall.
"Four years!' he muttered, and then
he thought of the baiy.
“I’ll do it -on my head,” he said,
and winked, because his eyes were
full of tears.
(Copyright, !»'>. by W. G. Chapman.)
Gunmaker* to the Kalaer.
Ordinarily the Krupp* manufacture
railway eq ilpment, motor cars and
other steel products for purposes of
peace, as well as guns. Now, bow*
i ever, the entire establishment Is be
ing devot'jc’ exclusively to the making
of guns p.nd war munitions. The Im
mense f'irnaces are boiling tons of
white-hot metal, and the stacks belch
ing forth volumes of blaek smoke as
the great army of gunmakers work In
day and night shifts under tremendous
war pressure-. Fhisy Berthas are be
ing proliflca/ly produced. Guns for
naval and toast defense, for siege
and fortress purposes, field and moun
tain guns.-antiaircraft guns, guns of
all kinds and calibers, with acces
sories and appointments, such as ar
mored turrets, shields, observation sta
tions, conning towers, armored case
ments. dlsai>i*naring carriages, hoist
ing and lifting apparatus for ammuni
tion; great shells, torpedoes, shrapnel,
case shot, all kinds of ammunition,
armor plate arid ordnance wagons, in
fact, all the: dreed Implements in th*
arsnml of war stream forth in steady
shipments.—Review of Reviews.
Chilean Tie* for Italian Railways.
It ip reported that a definite agree
ment has teen reached by the Italian
state railways and a group of Chilean
lumbermen, acting in conjunction
with the Chilean state railways, in
the negotiations that have been pend
ing for some time past in regard to
the purchase by the Italian railroads
of 10,000.000 Chilean ties. The con
tract dimensions of the ties are: Two
meter <0 centimeters (94.43 inches)
by H centimeters (5.51 inches) by 24
cent'meters (9.43 inches I, running
about 15 ties to the ton.
Delivery is to be made at the rate
of some 2,000.000 ties per year, to be
carried to Italy as a return cargo on
Italian steamers bringing Cardiff coal
to the Chilean state railways. Tho
principal ports of shipment will be
Corral and Puerto Montt.
The contract price is not known,
but the obtaining of this contract is
looked upon as a marked step in the
development of the Chilean lumber
industry’.
The Sliver Lining Appears.
The Association of Skirt. Dress and
Suit Makers have decreed that lovely
woman’s attire shall be more roomy
(lie coming fall season. This is a
bright spot on the horizon for tho
cotton grower. There are said to be
20,000,00ft women in this country alone
who wear clothes, and should the
fashion require a yard and a half more
cloth for a dress, it would mean a
consumption of 30.000.000 yards more
cloth. Figures do not lie Here is a
ray of sunshine that ought to dissi
pate the gathering gloom. Now if the
Filipinos and Chinese and Cubans
and other nationalities that aspire
for recognition In the world of civili
zation should require that their akirts
be made an inch longer cotton ought
to jump like It did when Sully was in
the market - Selma Times.