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Albert Hilliard was at Monroe on
Monday. ■_
We print visiting cards and
stationery of all kind.
Everybody has a hobby, doing
the right kind of job work is our.
John Russell ard G. Howard
were Monroe visitors last Sunday.
Felix Mulkey. of Lewisv 1 - Jh s
accepted a position at Bell’s cream
parlors.
Sheriff J M. Wall ice was down
from El Dorado Saturday on legal
business._
Tom Calloway, an old time Hut
tig boy arrived back in town Tues
day morning.
Manager F. W. Scott went to
Pine Bluff Saturday to accompany
his wife, who was visiting there,
home. _
Mrs. T. B. Weaver arrived from
Monroe Tuesday afternoon to join
her husban and again make Huttig
her home.
Lawrence Woolley and wife, of
Wann, Okla . are here to spend the
holidays with his parents, Mr. and
Mrs. J. A. Woolley.
It is estimated $7.240.000 will
be required to start the new parcels
post service and that the entire
postal service for 1 91 5 wi 1 require
$282,805,760.
Mrs. R. L. King and children left
Saturday morning for Dubach. La
to visit over Christmas with rela
tives. Bob accompanied th^em at
far as El Dorado.
A. E. Frost, president and G. S.
Presti idge general menigerofthe
Frost-Johnson Lumber company.
of Shreveport were business visi
tors here this week.
Rev. J. R. Rushing arrived home
Tuesday evening from the annual
conference of the Methodist church
at Hot Springs, he having been re
tnrned here for another year.
Prosecuting Attorney E. O. Ma
hony was in Huttig Wednesday on
legal business and told us he in
tended to show no mercy whatever
to pistol toters and blind tigers.
Mrs. Emmett Mitchell, who has!
been at a sanitarium in New Or-1
leans for several weeks, returned
home last week very much im
proved in health. Farmerville Ga
zette. __
Contractor J. K. Barksdale, whe
his been in Little Rock, arrived ii
Huttig Friday and will build a ten
room addition to the Un on Hotel
and several residences for the
Union Saw Mill comDany.
We treat Piles successfully with
out knife or chloroform. Refer
ence and information on application
Drs. McGali &, Williams.
Lawson, Ark.
No Calomel Necessary
The injurious . ffect and unpleas
antness of taking Calomel is done i
away with by Simmons’ Liver Puri
fier. the mildest known liver medi
cine, yet the most thorough in ac
tion. Put up in yellow tin boxes
only. Price 25c. Tried once,
used always. adv
You will find on sale at the
Union Saw Mil company store,
the Union hotel and Bell's cream
parlor four different local post care
views in colors. If these sell well
the publisher expects to add sev
eral other views to the list. They
will be sold at two for five cents
Under the new law of congress
soldiers enlisting in the regular
army must now go in for a term of
seven years instead of four. But
they will serve only four years ac
tively. and will then for three years
be on the reserve list, without duty
or pay, but liable to be mustered in
case of need.
A daughter was born to Mr. and
Tom Milstead on last Monday.
A. E. Conn accompanied his fam
ily to Baton Rouge, La., this week
where they will spend the winter
and his daughter enter s chool. He
, will return the first cf next week.
Mrs. Frank Milan, the beloved
w fe of the stee' foreman of Log
g g Camp No. 1 died at C o'clock
Fr.day morning, December 6tn and
was buried late that afternoon in
| Union cemetery. Rev. Burns per
forming the last sad rights. Th
bereaved husband has the sympathy
of all in his loss.
Itching Piles.
I want you to know how much
: goo: your Hunt’s Cure has done
me. 1 had suffered with itching
Piles fifteen years, and when I was
traveling through Texas a man told
me of your Hunt's Cure. I got a
50c box and it cured me.
John Bradley
adv Caney. Kans.
About $2,500,000 is expected to
change hands in the Christmas tree
industry this year. Recently the
baby pine tree was placed under a
Federal ban because of the devas
tation of the "gpysy” moth, but
Uncle Sam made the provisions of
the quarantine so generous as not
to interfere with the Christmas
tree trade.
C. D. Johnson, president of the
Union Saw Mill company; C. W.
Mansur, a director in the same
company and C. W. Ne'son, assist
ant general manager of the Cotton
Belt railway, all of St. Louis were
hereTuesaay in Mr. Nelson's p: i
v ti car Ranger. This was Mi
J jhnson's first visit*here in some
t me as he has charge cf the sales
department now instead of the op
eratmg. __
Miss Littie Cummins and Mr
Clarence Tucker, son of Mr. and
Mrs. Fred Tucker, of Strong, wert
united in marriage on last Saturday
night at the home of the bride's
parents in that town. Both ycung
people are well known and have
many friends who will wish then
success and happiness. Theywil
make their home in Huttig where
the groom is an employe of th
Union Saw Mill company.
Cards have been received here
announcing the marriage of Miss
Eloise Annie Chew to Dr. Clev ?
land H. Brooks cn Wednesday
morning. December 4 at the home
of her brother in Shreveport. La
The bride, who is a charming and
(accomplished young lady, taught in
the public schools here one term
and has many frier.ds in Huttig
who will join with us in extending
congratulations. 1 hey will m3ke
their home in Waco. Texas, whe e
the groom is a popu'ar physician.
According to Dr. R. H. B>uns. a
leading Baltimore physician, these
men who excell in baseball hiwe a
second brain developed in the lum
bar regions of the back. The reg
ular brain, he says, cannot act in
stantaneous!'/ enough to serve
players in these great contests, but
long practice and experience,
coupled with a special genius for
such things, results in the building
up in the nerve canters of the spi
nal column of a sort of automatic
or subconscious auxiliary brain
which does the work.
Beware of Ointments for
Catarrh That Contain Mercury
as mercury will surely destroy the sense
of smell and completely derange the
whole system when entering It through
the mucous surfaces. Such article.; should
never be used ex opt on prescriptions
from reputable pays!- mn.s. as the damage
they will do is tin fold to the good y .u
can possihlv derive from them. Halls
Catarrh Cure, manufactured by h. J.
Chencv & Co.. Toledo. O.. contains no
mercury, and is taken internally, anting
directly upon the Wood and mucous sur
faces of the svstem. In buying Hall s
Catarrh Cure be-sure you get the genu
ine It Is taken Internally and made in
Toledo. Ohio, hy F. J. Cheney & Co. Tes
timonials free.
Sold by Prugglsts. Price 75c per bottle.
Take Hall’s Family Pills for constipation.
ANNA KATHARINE QUEEN 1
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SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER T Harare Anderson and
flfi s<*o a roruari;;ih!c man cornc out »u
he rji - mont hot#-']. 1<»•»!< at ntnd fur i' Hv
•Aavh !,;>-• hands in the snow and pi-* on
ri rr?*11ion attracts *1 cm to tlie Clcrm >nt
vv* ‘- t* it i*- found that the Naiirfii' vt:.s<
1 d ti. C! alloner has fallen dead • *; tin*
rnr zzanlm floor.
1 *1 f A PTRR T1—Anderson describes the
;>'an fa* s;. vv wash his hands in the snow
rn . hotel manager declares him to be
Or)v_n«b Hr-n hcrgon.
C’TTXPTTTTt 111 T’hvsfclans find that
V • < (’ballonei was sf.thhcd and not shot.
v ■ I k' »'ms to Hcai Crotherson of mis
pi' on.
i’ll Al Vf'Tt TV- -Oryco. an asred detec
tive. and S\v« ater. Ids assistant, ta
up the c«s“. 'I :.'V believe Miss riialloner
Stahbed I .-rself.
“I suppose she has been carefully
questioned ?”
“Very, I should say.”
“And she speaks of no weapon•”
No. Neither she nor any one else
>t that moment suspected murder or
veil a violent death. All thought it
a natural one -sudden, but the re
sult of some secret disease.”
“You Are a Truthful Woman,” He
Said.
■'Cut the blood? Surely there must
have been some show of blood?”
“No one noticed any. Not til! the
doctor catne—her doctor, who wa:
happily in his office in this very
building. He saw the drops, and ut
tered the first suggestion of murder.’
“How long after was this? is the.-’
any one who has ventured to rnaki
1 un estimate of the number of mu
I utes which elapsed from the time sin
fell, to the moment when the doctoi
first raised the cry of murder?”
“Yes. Mr. Slater, the assistant
manager, who was in the lobby at
the time, says that ten minutes a.
least must have elapsed."
“Ten minutes and no blood! The
weapon must still have been there j
Some weapon with a short and in- ‘
conspicuous handle. I think they
said there were flowers over and
around the place where it struck?”
"Yes, great big scarlet ones.”
“Ten minutes! 1 must see every
one who approached her during those
I ten minutes. Every one. Sweetwater.
and 1 must myself talk with Miss
| Clarke.”
“You will believe every wcr<V she
says.”
“Xo doubt. All the more reason i
why 1 must see her. Sweetwater,
someone drew that weapon out. The !
r f tion is who? We must leave no
stone unturned to find that out.”
"Where will you see Miss Clarke?" !
“Wherever she pleases—only 1 j
can't walk far.”
"1 think I know the place. You shall j
have the use of this elevator. It has j
not been running since last night or
it would b> full of curious people all
the time, hustling to get a glimpse of .
this place. Hut they'll put a man on
for you.”
“Very got J; manage it a3 you will.
I’ll wait here till you're ready. I'll
not trouble her much. Hut there is
one point she must make clear to
me.”
Sweetwater did not presume to ask
what point, but he hop< d to be fully
enlightened when the time came.
And he was. Mr. (!r>ce had under
taken to educate him for this work
and never missed the opportunity of
giving him a lesson. The three met
in a private sitting-room on an uppm
floor, the detectives entering first
and the lady coming in scon after.
Miss Clarke was r.ot a woman to
rouse an unfavorable opinion in any
man's mind. Of slight almost frail
build, she had that peculiar anima
tion which goes with a speaking eye
and a widely sympathetic nature.
Without any substantial claims to
beauty, her expression was so wom
anly and so sweet that she was in
variably called lovely.
Mr. Gryce was engaged at the mo
ment in shifting liis cane from the
right hand to the left, hut b mu i
ner was never nim encouraging or
his smile more benevolent.
“Pardon me,” he a pole •;‘zcd, with
one of his old-fashioned bows. “I’m
sorry to trouble you ijter all the
tress you must hav- been under this
morning. But there is something 1
wish especially to ash ■' u in regard
to the dreadful occurrence :,i wliirh
you played so kind a part. You were
the first to reach the prostrate wom
, an. I believe."
"Yes. The boys jumped up and r: n
towards her, but they were fright
ened by her looks and left it for me
to put my hands under and try to
life her up."
"Did you manage it?"
"1 succeeded in getting her head
into my lap, nothing more."
"And sat so?"
, “For some little time.”
“You knew she was dead, then?”
“I felt her to be so."
"How felt?"
"I was sure—1 never questioned it.”
"You have seen women in a faint ?"
"Yes. many times.”
“V.'hat made the difference? Why
should you believe .Vies Challoner
dead simply because she lay still and
I apparently lifeless?”
"I cannot tell you. Possibly, death
tells its own story. 1. only know how
j I felt.”
“Perhaps there was another rea
son? Perhaps, that., consciously or
unconsciously, you laid your palm
I upon her heart?"
Miss Clarke started, and her sweet
face showed a moment's perplexity. '
‘Did 1?" she queried, musingly..
Then with a sudden access of feeling,
"I may have done so, indeed, 1 be
lieve. I did. My arms were around
her; it would not have been an un-,
natural action.'’
"No; a vi ry natural one. I should ;
sav. Cannot you tell me po=iti\ liy j
whether you did th s or not?"
"Yes. I did i had forgotten it. hut j
I remember now." And the glance
; site cast bint vltfie not meeting it. 1
i eye showed that she understood 'h< i
' importance of the admission. "I
! know," site said, "what you are go
ing to ask me now. Did i feel art
thing there but the flowers and tie
tulle? No, Mr. Gryce l .did not.
There, was no poniard in the, wound.'
Mr. Gryce felt arcunct, found a
i chair and sank into it.
“You are a truthful woman," said
| he. And," he added more slowly
"composed enough in character I
! should judge not to have made any
j mistake on this very vital point."
"1 think so, Mr. Gryce. 1 was in
a state of excitement, of course; bui
'lie vvoini.n was a stranger to me. and
iny feelings were not unduly agi
tated.'
"Sweetwater, we can let my sug
gestion go .it regard to those ten in in
utes 1 spoke of. The time is nar
rowed down to one, and in that one,
Miss Clarke was the only person to
touch her."
"7 he only one,” echoed the lady, I
catching perhaps the slight rising i
sound of queiy in liis voice.
it will trouble you no further." So
said the old detective, thoughtfully. ;
Sweetwater, help me out of this."
"But one possibility remains," he j
confided to Sweetwater, as they stood
waiting at the elevator door. Miss
Chalioner died front a stab. What !
lollows! She struck the blow herself, j
' and tlte strength of purpose which
j led her to do this, gave her the addi
i tionai tone to pull the weapon out
1 and fling it from her. It did not fall
! upon the floor around her: therefore,
! it flew through one of those open
| ings into the lobby, and there it eiLlies
; will be, or lias been found.”
CHAPTER V.
The Red Cloak.
“What results? Speak up, Sweet
water.”
' .v’oue. Every man. woman ami boy
j connecti d with the hotel has been
I questioned, but not one of them pick
i • U up anything from the floor of the
! lobby, or knows of any one who did."
A bulletin was put up.
Some, hours later, Sweetwater re-!
enlerud the room, and, approaching
i ill-. Gryce with a smile, blurted out: !
“The bulletin is a great go. I've
watched every one who stopped to
retd it. .Many showed interest and
! many emotion; sf.c seems to have a
troop of friends. But embarrass
ment! only one showed that."
“Embarrassment? Humph! a man?”
"No, a woman; a lady, sir; one of
the transients.”
"A woman! Where is she? Still
in the lobby?"
“No, sir. She took the elevator
while 1 was talking with the clerk.”
"You mistook her expression.”
‘ ! den t thing so. J had noticed her
when she first came into the lobby.
. lie w: s talking to her daughter who
was w ith ht r, and looked natural and
happy, liut no sooner had she seen
urd read that bulletin, than the bicod
shot up iiMo her face and her manner
became furtive and hasty. Almost be
fore I could point her out, she had
t el: ed In r daughter by the arm and
berried her towards the elevator. Her
room is on the seventh floor, number
7:2, and her name is Watkins. Sirs.
lie: - oUvVltfULe.”
“CHI the desk. Say that I'm to be
told if Mrs. Watkins of Nashville
rings up during the next ten min
utes. We'll give her that long to take
some action."
Sweetwater did as he was bid,
then went back to his place in the
lobby.
Hut he returned almost instantly.
"Mrs. Watkins has just telephoned
down that she is going to—to leave,
sir."
"To leave?"
The old man struggled to his feet.
"No. 712, do you say? Seven stories,”
be sighed. Hut as he turned with a
hobble, he stopped "There are dif
ficulties in the wav of this interview,"
he remarked. "A blush is not much
to go upon. I'm afraid we shall have
to resort to the shadow business and
that is your work, not mine.”
Hut here the door opened and a
hoy brought in a line whleh had been
left at the desk. It related to the
very matter then engaging them, and
ran thus: —
"1 see that information is desired 89
to win 'her any person was seen to
stoop to the lobby floor last night at
or shortly after the critical moment
of Mi-s Challoner’s fall in the half
story above. 1 can give such infor
mation. I was in the lobby at the time,
end in the height of the confusion fol
lowing this alarming incident, 1 re
member seeing a lady—one of the
new arrivals (there were several com
ing in at the timel—stoop quickly
down and pick up something from tho
floor. I thought nothing of it at tho
time, and so paid little attention to
hep appearance. I can only recall
the suddenness with which she
stooped and the color of the cloak she
wore. It was red, and H'e whole gar
ment was voluminous. If you wish fur
ther particulars—though in truth, 1
have no more to give, y0U P;ln find m(.
in room 256.
"HENRY A. M’ELROY.”
“Humph! This should simplify our
task,” was Mr. Gryce’s comment, as
he handed Ibe note over to Sweetwa
ter. “You can easily find out if th<
lady, now mi the point of departure,
cn n be identified with the one de
scribed by Mr. McElroy. if she can, T
r.m ready to meet her anywhere.”
And so it happened that just as Mrs.
Watkins was watching the wheeling
out of her trunks, there appeared In
Hie doorway hefore her, an elderh
gentleman, whose expression, always
benevolent, save at moments when
benevolence would be quite out of
keeping with the situation, had for
some reason, so marked an effect up
en her, that she colored under his eye
nd, indeed, showed such embarrass
ment, that all doubt of the propriety
if his intrusion vanished tvom the old
man's mind, and with (lie ease of one
only too well accustomed to such
scorns, he kindly remarked:
Am 1 speaking to Mrs, Watkins
I of Nashville?"
i “You are,” she faltered, with anoth
er rapid change of color, “f— 1 am
[ just leaving. I hope you will excuse
me. I—"
“1 wish 1 could.” he smiled, hobbling
in and confronting her quietly in her
own room. “Hut circumstances make
it quite imperative ihat i should hiv>
a few words with you on a topic which
need not ie> disagr-'oabl” to you, and
probably will not be. My name is
Gryce. A beautiful and charming
young woman died hern last night.
Ma> I ask if you knew her?”
“1? i never saw the young lady.
Why do you ark? I do not recognize
your right. I—1—"
Mr. Gryce made one ot his low bows
and propping himself against the
table lie stood before, remarked
civilly:
“T had rather not force my rights I
thought per!laps you could tell me
something which would aid me in m>
effort to elicit the real facts of tin
ease. You were crossing Ibe lobby si
the time- ”
"Yes." Slip raised her head. "So
were a dozen others—”
“Madam”—the interruption was
dip do in his kindliest tones, hut in a
way whieh nevertheless suggested au
thority. “Something was picked up
from the door at that moment. Am 1
not correct? Didn’t you see a certain
person—I will mention no names—
stoop and pick up something from
the lobby floor?"
"No.” The word cr.nte out with
startling violence. Hut her lips quiv
ered, aiiii her checks were white, too
white now for simple indignation.
“Then I have made a big mistake,"
apologized the ever-courteous detect
ive. “Will you pardon me,? it would
have settled a very serious question if
it could be found that the object thus
picked tip was the weapon which
killed Miss Cltalloner. That is my ex
cuse for the trouble 1 have given you."
The door burst open, and a \outer
girl bounded into the room, with the
merry cry:
"All ready, mother. I'm gh d we
are going to the Clarendon. I hate ho
tels where people die almost before
your eyes.”
The cloak which enveloped the girl
was red. and fell enough in lie called
voluminous.
"Who ts this?" demanded the girl
iter indignant glances flashing from
one to the other.
"I don’t know," faltered the mother
in very evident dir tress, “lie says
lie has a right to ask us qu-st ions
and he has teem asking questions
about—about—”
“Not about, me,” laughed the girl,
with a toss of her head. "He ran have
nothing to sav about me.” And she
began to move about the room in an
aimless, half-insolent way.
Mr. fjr.vce stared hard at the few re
maining belongings of tit• • two women,
lying in a heap on the table, and lip.l"
musingly, half d< precatingly, re
marked :
“The ,i>e_r?og. who gtoooec} wore a
long red cloak. I’rob: bl'y you pre
ceded your daughter, Mrs. Watkins.”
The lady thus brought to the point
made a quick gesture towards the girl
who suddenly stood still, and, with a
rising color in her cheeks, answered,
with some show of resolution on her
own part:
“You say your name is Gryce and
that you have a right to address mo
thus pointedly on a subject which you
evidently regard as serious. That is
not exact enough for me. Who are
you, sir? Whr.t is your business?"
“1 think you have guessed it. I am
a detective from headquarters. Per
haps this young lrdy can tell me
what you cannot.”
“Caroline”—Then the moMier broke
down. “Show the gentleman what yo.i
picked up from the lobby floor last
night.”
The g'rl laughed again, loudly and
with evident bravado, before she
threw the cloak back and showed
what she had evidently been holding
in her hand from the first, a sharp
pointed, gold-handled paper-cutter.
“It was lying there and I picked it
tip. I don’t see any harm in that.”
“You probably meant none. You
couldn’t have known the part it had
just played in this tragic drama,"
said the old detective, looking careful
ly at the cutter which he had taken
In his hand.
“You have washed this?” he asked.
“No. Why should I wash it? It
was clean enough. I was just going
down to give It in at the desk." And
she turned aside to the window and
began to hum, as though done with
the whole matter.
The old detective rubbed his chin,
glanced again at the paper-cutter,
then at the girl in the window, and
lastly at the mother, who bad lifted
her head again and was lacing hint
bra vely:
“It Is very important,” lie observed
to the latter, “that your daughter
should be correct in in r siatement as
to the condition of Ibis article when
she picked it up. Are you sure she
did not wash it ?”
"I don't think she did. Put I'm sure
she will tell you the truth about that.
Caroline, this is a police matter, any
mistake about it may involve us in a
world of trouble and k> »*p you from
getting back home in rime for your
•oming-out party. Did you- did you
wash this cutter when you g'd up
. Heirs, or—or—” she added, with a
iropttlatory glance at Mr. Gryce—
‘wipe it off at any time between then
ire! now? P.e sure."
"Mother, how crm T tell what t did?'*
■■ -Vi i out Hie girl. wht <lteg rmmil on
’■ ' 'll she faced them booth
“Such a lot of talk about s miuv
thing which couldn't hove cosi tin
dollars.” And sIh> wheeled back.
“It isn't the value.' Mi. <;•■>>«
could be very patient. "It's the fu-t
hat we believe it to have been an
worable for Miss Ohnllon-r's death
I —that is, if there was any blood on it
I when you picked It up ”
“Blood!" The girl was facing them
j .•■train, astonishment struggling wi.h
disgust on her plain but mobile t- t
j lures. “Blood! is that wh it yon me: . ?
j Take it away,” she cried. “Blood'"
she repeated in horror, flinging h r
‘ i 1* into her mother's arms.
Mr. (Iryee thought he ur.dcrstood
the git nation. Here was a little k;. >
lornuniac whoso weaktnss (he mot! c
was struggling to hide.
“Hoes that frighten vuu? Are ;. u
so affected by the thought of Id >od '
"Don’t ask me. And I put the thing
under my pillow! J thought It was so
—so pretty.”
“Mrs. Watkins." Mr. flryee from
that moment ignored the daughter,
"did you sea it there?"
“Yet,; but i didn't know where it.
came from. I had not sn-rn m\ daucli
y
Blood!” She Reiterated With Horror,
Flinging Herseif Into Her Mother's
Ai ms.
ter stoop. I didn't know where slm
got it till I roiid iliat bulletin." ,
“Never mind that. The question
agitating mo is whether any slain was
loft under that pillow."
”1 didn't see any stain, hut you can
look for yourself. The hod has been
niarto up. but th're ttji no change of
linen. We reported to e n.'iln to re;
i see no good io bo reined by hiding
any of the facts now.”
“None whatever, madam."
"Come, Du n. C; rolinn, sit down
and stop crying. Mr (iryee believes
that your only lault was in not taking
this object at. once to I he desk.”
”\es, that's all,' acquiesced the de
tective after a slior! study of the shak
ing tlguro and distorted features of
I lie girl. “You bad no idea. I'm sure,
where tltis went.on came front or for
wliat it had boon used. That's evi
dent.”
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