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FAIR TREATMENT.
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Town boosting is the easiest thing
going and brings the best results.
lynamo for secretary,
be so well organized,
reg-
the
campaign cry for the next five years,
and Smith county will be at the front
of all counties in this half of Texas.
President Taft is to take a good look
At the country this fall so he will know
What to do when any part of it asks
lor repairs.
If we may believe the dispatches, the cartoonists of Cuba have an unhappy time when they cartoon the
public officials of that fair island.
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of a cattle and horse exhibit in Cor-
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Aviator Curtiss managed to annex
M goodly share of the honors and mon-
ey at Rheims. He's a good American
fcnd we are proud of his performances.
THEY ADVERTISE.
Beaumont Enterprise.
Now that it has been practically de-
cided to hold another fair in Beau-
mont the citizens of the city should
all join hands to make
that can be made,
of Beaumont products that have
held in the past two years have
much to advertise this section.
TO REMOVE MARKS ON PAINT.
Finger marks on paint
moved by rubbing with a
dipped in prepared chalk.
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Yeung Boy Vletfan of Accident in Dal-
las Yeaterdny.
Special to The Tribune.
Dallas, Tex., Aug. 30.—Struck by an
etoetric car yesterday morning, Walter
Lee Thornton, 8 years old, was instant-
ly ^killed at the intersection of Main
street and Haskell avenue.
Automobile Dumped Into Ditch Near
* Waxahachie, Tex.
Special to The Tribune.
Waxahachie, Tex., Aug. 30.—W. D.
Bateman and R. H. Ball were injured
yesterday when the automobile which
they were driving was dumped into a
ravine by being struck by another ma-
chine which came up from the rear.
The accident occurred near here.
it the best
The little shows
been
done
"Acting secretaries” are now carry-
ing on governmental work at Wash-
ington. Doubtless they are doing the
same, most of the time, but not getting
the credit.
There will be something doing all
iflay Labor Day. The celebration is to
be the best and biggest ever.
PROVEN GOOD.
A^anahuac Progress.
Dallas county has voted several bond
issues, for roads during the last few
years, the majority growing more
each time. • After a fair trial, the peo-
ple are evidently satisfied with that
method of building up the country.
Jassg3
road. The
the car
under the machine.
TO DEMONSTRATE.
San Antonio Express.
San Antonio is preparing to hold
the biggest and best international
Fair in the history of the organization,
and incidentally to demonstrate that
a fair may be a success without book-
makers.
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Mr
Unusually good crowds in Galveston
yesterday and everybody had an
Usually good time.
Now that they have begun calling
the Chautauqua “the Chau” there is
ifl^nger of a lapse in its popularity.
EMTI'KE,
'BVIL'DE'RS
CHAPTER XXIII.
The Deadlock.
O, Mr. Ford; there is no ex-
planation that will explain
away the incriminating fact.
This is a matter which in-
volves the good name of the Pacific
Southwestern company through its offi-
cials, and I must insist upon your res-
ignation.”
The battle was on, with the two com-
ln the prl-
jom in the
Galveston county teachers will be
here this week. They’ll be pretty
busy, to be sure, but the town is glad
to welcome them.
Troop* Begin Long Hike to Fort Sam
Houston.
Special to The Tribune.
Dallas, Tex., Aug. 30.—Early this
morning the 1,800 soldiers of the regu-
lar army who have been in camp here
began the long “hike” that has been
directed by the war department. The
soldiers will occupy several days in
the return march to Fort Sam Hous-
ton.
Will Roosevelt’s enemies declare
that he is faithless to his party just
because he has killed an elephant.
1 The number of fatal automobile ao-
iqidents for the week just passed was
Bbout up to the standard. There is
«o prospect of Immediate change,
althen.
“You give the cup of water only to
take it away again. I’d rather build
ten railroads than to attempt to smash
North and his confederates through
your uncle. You see, I’m frightfully
handicapped right at the start—with
this mine business hanging over me.
But if you say it has to be done it
shall be. I’ll win Mr. Colbrlth over
in spite of all that has happened, and
he shall fire North and the MacMor-
roghs first and prosecute them after-
ward. I’ve said it.”
It was just here that the bronchos
shied—inward, toward the hill,
gathered the slack reins, and Miss
Adair looked up and gave a little
Noiselessly and so close upon
the buckboard that he might have
touched either of its occupants with
his rawhide quirt rode the Mexican.
When they discovered him he was
leaning forward, his half closed eyes
mere slits, with pin points of black fire
to mark them, and his repulsive face a
stolid mask. Ford’s hand went in-
stinctively to the whip; it was the only
available weapon. But the Mexican
merely touched his flapping sombrero
and rode on at the shuffling fox trot.
“That man again!” shivered Alicia
when the portent of evil had passed
out of sight around the next curve in
the grade.
But Ford’s concern was deeper than
her passing thrill of repulsion.
“Did you notice his horse’s hoofs as
he went by?” he asked soberly.
“No,” she said.
“I did. He dismounted somewhere
behind us and covered them with sack-
ing.”
“What for?” she asked, shivering
again with the nameless dread.
“You recall what I was saying when
the bronchos shied. His object was to
creep up behind us and listen. He has
done it more than once since we left
the end of track, and this time”—
“Yes?’ >
“This time he heard what he wanted
to hear.”
Beyond the curve which had hidden
the Mexican the wagon road left the
grade, descending abruptly upon the
town. Ford looked back from the turn
and saw that the other two vehicles
were not yet in sight.
Ford drove carefully down the steep
side street which was the approach to
the hotel. An excited throng blocked
the sidewalk, and the lobby seemed
to be a miniature stock exchange.
Single eyed, Ford fought a passage
through the crowd' with Alicia on his
arm, heeding nothing until he had seen
her safely above stairs and in the sit-
ting room of the president’s reserva-
tion, with a cheerful fire in the big
sheet iron stove for her comforting.
Then he went down and elbowed his
way through the clamorous lobby to
the clerk’s desk.
“Suppose you take a minute ot two
off and tell me what this town has
gone crazy about, Hildreth,” he said,
with a backward nod toward the lobby
pandemonium.
“Why, great Scott, Mr. Ford, have
you got this far into it without finding
out?” was the astounded rejoinder.
“It’s a gold strike on Cow mountain—
the biggest since Cripple Creek! We’ve
doubled our population since 7 o’clock
this morntnsr. and by this time tomor-
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official &
ORGANIZED EFFORT.
Bryan Eagle.
One of the crying needs of Bryan is
M well organized Business League, with
* live wire' for president and a red hot
We ought to
so active, so
vigilant that Bryan would shine out
like the great lights along our rock-
bound coasts. In this way only can
we attract and draw men and enter-
prises to us. The slipshod, vacillating,
uncertain, wavering methods we are
pursuing now will never accomplish
anything.
This coutry gets wonderfully indig-
nant at the results of the bull fights,
but our automobile speed contests
different.
IN THE VAN.
Tyler Courier-Times.
Good roads, better schools,
proved farm methods—let these be the
"What shall you do?’
Ford’s laugh was not mirthful.
“I have already done it I shall per-
haps be permitted to see you all safely
-back to the Nadia and over the rough
track to Saint’s Rest More than that
I fancy Mr. Coibrith will not allow—
and possibly not that much.”
Miss Adair was still looking down
upon the town, and now Ford looked.
Instantly he saw that something unu-
sual was going on. Notwithstanding
the number of men afield on the hills,
the main street of the camp was rest-
lessly alive. Horsemen were galloping
back and forth; in front of the outfit-
ting stores freighters were hastily
loading their pack animals; at every
gathering place there were knots of
excited men talking and gesticulating.
Ford was puzzled. At another time
he would quickly have put the obvious
two and two together to make the
equally obvious four. But now he,
merely said: “That’s mighty curious-
mighty curious. Where do you sup-
pose all those people came from?”
Alicia’s rejoinder was not an answer
to the half mechanical query.
“Mr. Ford, a little while ago I told
you I must have time to consider. I—I
have considered. »You must fight for
your life and your good name. You
must make Uncle Sidney see things as
they are—that they are not as he
thinks they are.”
“I can’t,” he said stubbornly. “Your
condition reverses your decision. If I
am to fight with any hope of winning
after what has transpired today, Mr.
Coibrith will have to be eliminated.”
He had pulled the bronchos down to
a walk. There was a soft thudding of
hoofs on the yielding earth of the
grade behind, but neither of them
heard.
“You are disappointing me,” she pro-
tested, and now the hesitation was all
gone. “A few minutes ago, before this
miserable thing happened, you were
telling me of your ideal. A woman
may have an ideal, too, Mr. Ford.”
“Yes?” he said eagerly.
“My ideal is the knight without fear
and without reproach—and also with-
out limitations. He will never say ‘I
cannot.’ He will say ‘I will,’ and not
for my sake, but because his own
sense of justice and mercy and loving
kindness will go hand in hand with
his ambition.”
“One word,” he broke in passionate-
ly. and now the soft thudding of hoofs
had drawn so near that the presence
of the overtaking horseman might
have been felt. “My little allegory
didn’t deceive you. You are the one
woman, Alicia, dear. I didn’t mean
to tell you yet, though I think you
have known it all along. I had an
idea that I wanted to do something
worthy—something big enough to be
worth while—before I spoke. But you
ha^e given me leave. Don’t say you
haven’t given me leave!”
“You have taken it,” she said softly,
adding: “And that is what a woman
likes, I think. But you mustn’t spoil
my ideal, Stuart—indeed, you mustn’t.
You are young, strong, invincible, as
my knight should be. But when you
strike you must, also spare. You say
there is no way save the one you have
Indicated. You must find a way.”
He smiled ruefully.
All the fun of the trAopa of the
ular army is over at Dallas and
“hike” for Fort Sam Houston is a grim
reality, with Old Sol on the job in full
force.
TOWN BUILDING.
Ha?Iletsville Herald.
Be a booster in the way the word
implies; ■pull for the town in which
you live and patronize the merchant
that sticks by you.
mit,” he said abstractedly, “and m rnar
case, Mr. Ford, upon what terms will
you consent to go on and whip this
line of ours into shape?”
Ford cape out of the fog of discour-
agement with a bound.
“A complete change in the manage-
ment the Pacific Southwestern, Mr.
Coibrith. North and his grafters must
go.”
The president did not fly into wrath-
ful shards, as Ford fully expected. On
the contrary, he was fingering the
white goat’s beard with one nervous
hand and apparently listening half ab-
sently to the clamor in the street.
“Don’t be unreasonable, Mr. Ford,”
he said quite mildly. “You know we
can’t consider anything like that at the
present moment”
“It must be considered,” Ford per-
sisted. “Ever since I quit being a di-
vision superintendent North has ob-
structed, lied about me, fought me.
The time has come when, if I stay, I
must have a free hand. I can’t have it
while he is out of jail.”
“That is strong language to apply to
our first vice president, Mr. Ford. And
I can only believe that you are prej-
udiced—unduly prejudiced. But all
this may be taken up later. As you
suggest, we may be losing very pre-
cious time.” ;
Ford got upon his feet.
“Promise me that you will give the
Denver management as thorough an
Investigation as you have given me,
Mr. Coibrith; do that and give ma
absolute authority over the MacMor-.
roghs and their men for one week, and
before the week’s end we’ll be hauling
passengers and freight into Copah
over our own rails.”
For a moment the president seemed
to be on the point of yielding. Then
his habitual caution thrust out its foot
and tripped him.
“I can’t be pushed, Mr. Ford,” ho
complained, with a return of the irri-
tated tone. “Let the matter rest fol
the present. And—and you may con-
sider yourself relieved from duty until
I have gone a littje deeper into these
charges against you. Mr. North ac-
cuses you, and you accuse Mr. North.
I must have time to approach these
matters deliberately. I don’t know
which of you to trust.”
It was a deadlock. Ford bowed and
laid his band on the door.
“You are still the president of the
Palific Southwestern, Mr. Coibrith, and
while you remain president”—
The old man’s pride of office took
fire like tow in a furnace.
“What do you mean by that, Mr.
Ford? Make yourself clear, sir!” he
quavered.
“I mean just this: If your niece, Mise
Alicia Adair, hadn’t been good enough
to say that she will be my wife I’d
carry this thing up to the board of di-
rectors and do my level best to have
you put where you could do the least
harm.”
“You! Alicia!” the old man shrilled.
And then in an access of senile rage
that shook him like a leaf in the wind:
“I said you were suspended. You are
discharged, sir—here and now! If you
give another order as an official of the
Pacific Southwestern company, I’ll—
I’ll put you through the courts for
it!”
Ford opened the door and went out,
leaving the president clutching his
chair with one hand and balling the
other into a shaking fist The die waa
cast, and he had thrown a blank at
the very moment when the game seem-
ed to be turning his way. What would
Alicia say?
As if the unspoken query had evoked
her, the door of her room opened si-
lently and she stood before him in the
corridor.
“Tell me,” she commanded.
“We have fought it out, and I’vf
had my beating,” he said soberly.
“When I thought I had him fairly
down—he was actually begging me to
stay on with the company—we got tan-
gled up again over North, and he fired
me bodily.”
“Did you—did you tell him about
our”—
“Yes, and that was what set off the
final fireworks.”
She put her hands on bis shoulders
and made him face her squarely.
“Stuart, did you lose your temper?’
“I—I’m afraid I did—just at the last,
you know. It’s simply an unspeakable
state of affairs, Alicia, dear. At a
moment when we should be setting the
whole world afire in a superhuman ef-
fort to flog this piece of construction
track into shape your uncle paralyzes
everything.”
The constraining touch of her hands
became almost a caress. “What shall
you do, Stuart? Is there nothing to be
done?” $
He took his resolution on the spur ol
the moment.
“Yes, thank heaven! Your uncle hag
got to find a printing press or at least
a telegraph wire before he can make
my discharge effective. Before he can
do that, or until he dpes it, I’m going
to pull the throttle wide open and race
that discharge circular if I go to jail
for it afterward! Who knows but I
shall have time to save the day for the
company, after all? Goodby, dearest
In twenty minutes I shall be riding fol
the MacMorroghs’ camp, and when I
get there”—
“You are going to ride back—alone!
Oh, no, no!” she protested, and the
clinging arms held him.
“Why, Alicia, girl—see here, what de
you imagine could happen to met
Why, bless your loving heart, I’ve beel
tramping and riding this desert more t
or less for two years! What has com<
over you ?”
(To be Continued.)
In
row— Say, Mr. Ford, for heaven's
sake, get your railroad in here! We’ll
all go hungry within another twenty-
four hours; can’t get supplies for love
or money!”
Ford turned away and looked out
upon the stock selling pandemonium
with unseeing eyes. The chance—the
heaven sent hour that strikes only once
In a lifetime for the builders of empire
—had come, and he was only waiting
for the arrival of the president to find
himself rudely thrust aside from the
helm of events.
The Canadians have an excellent rec-
ord of fair treatment toward their In-
dian tribes, and it is a compliment to
Canadian civilization that there are
10.000 more red men In the Dominion
than they were a decade ago.
Attending the ceremony will be
> pomp and dignity which the
solemn consecration of a bishop de-
The formal installation of
Bishop Dunne ,to succeed Bishop John
Lancaster Spalding will take place next
week at St. Mary’s Cathedral, Peoria.
Prisoner at Beaumont Picks Lock and
Uses Improvised Rope.
Spacial to The Tribune.
Beaumont, Tex., Aug. 30.—Picking
the lock of the .county jail, going out
through a trap door in the attic and
using a piece of improvised rope, Gor-
don L. Marlon made his escape here
early yesterday morning and has not
been seen by officers, despite the vig-
orous search being made.
Fort Worth Lumberman and Wife Se-
riously Hurt.
Special to The Tribune.
'Fort Worth, Tex., Aug. 30.—B. W.
Owens and his wife were seriously in-
jured and their six children more or
less shaken up yesterday afternoon
when their large touring car was com-
pletely turned over on the Benbrook
(Children were thrown from
and the others were caught
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can be re-
damp cloth
Never put
soda in the water you use for washing
paint. It injures delicate colors.
Edmund Michael Dunne to Be
Const; crated Wednesday.
Special to The Tribune.
Chicago, Aug. 30.—All arrangements
have been completed for the consecra-
tion of Rev. Edmund Michael Dunne,,
chancellor of the archdiocese of Chi-
cago, as bishop of Peoria. The cere-
mony will be performed ..Wednesday in
the Holy Name Cathedral, in this city.
Most Rev. Diomede Falconio, the papal
delegate at Washington, will officiate,
and the sermon will be preached by
Very Rev. D. J. Riordan, who deliv-
ered the sermon at Dr. Dunne’s, first
mass. .
all the
batants facing each other
Vacy of the president’s room in the
Copah hotel.
“I’ve admitted that it Iboks pretty
bad, Mr. Coibrith, but you will con-
cede the one chance in a hundred that
no wrong was Intended.”
Mr. Coibrith frowned. He was of
that elder generation of masters which
looked with cold disapproval upon any
side ventures on the part of the sub-
ordinate.
“The company has paid you liberally
for your time and your undivided at-
tention, Mr. Ford. No man can serve
two masters. Your appointment as
assistant to the president did not con-
template your engaging in other busi-
ness.” /
Ford carefully suppressed the smile
which the bit of industrial martinetry
provoked.
“As to that,” he said placably, “I can
assure you that the- gold digging has
been purely an Investment on my
part.”
“But an investment .which
should not have made,” insisted the
president judicially.
“I grant you it was foolhardy in
the economic point of view,” Ford
confessed. “I took a long chance of
going $10,000 to the bad. J^ut mine
buying is a disease—as contagious as
the measles. Everybody in a mining
country takes a flier at least once.
The experienced ones will tell you that
nobody is immune. Take your own
case, now. If you don’t keep a pretty
tight hold on your check book, Mr. Coi-
brith, Cow mountain will”—
The1 president shrugged his thin
shoulders as one whose mission in life
is to be sturdily conservative after all
the remainder ,of mankind has struck
hands with frenzied optimism.
“Nonsense!” he rasped contemptu-
ously. “Two men come to town with
certain rich specimens which they
claim to have taken out of their pros-
pect hole on Cow mountain. That was
at 7 o’clock last night, less than twen-
ty-four hours ago, and some two or
three thousand lunatics have already
rushed here in the belief — founded
upon a mere boast, it may be—that a
great gold reef underlies Cow moun-
tain. By this time tomorrow”—
Ford took him up promptly. “Yes,
and by this time tomorrow the Denver
Mining Exchange will be howling itself
hoarse over Copah mining shares. Mr.
Coibrith, it’s the chance of a century
for the Pacific Southwestern company,
land you are deliberately trying to fire
the one man who can make the most
bf it.”
Tfie president’s lack of the sense of
humor made it hard for him at times.
He was sitting very erect in the
straight backed hotel chair when he
said: “Mr. Ford, there are occasions
when your conceit is insufferable. Do
you imagine for a moment that you
are the only engineer in the United
States who can build railroads, sir?”
“Oh, no.”
“Then perhaps you will be good
COPYRIGHT. 1907. BY FRANCIS
enough to explain your meaning.'"
“It was a poor attempt at a jest,”
said the young man, rather lamely,
“yet it had the truth behind it in a
way. I predict that this is the begln-
hlng of one of the biggest mining
rushes the world ever saw. We are
Within 140 miles of Copah with a
practicable railroad; we are within
twelve miles with a track which must
be made practicable while the band
plays. If you discharge your entire
engineering corps at this crisis”—
“I beg your pardon,” interrupted the
president crustily. “I have not asked
your force to resign.”
“Not meaning to perhaps,” countered
the young man, maliciously rejoicing
in a hope that he had found one vul-
herable link in the president’s coat of
Inail. “But if I go the entire depart-
ment will go.”
“Ha!” said the president, straighten-
ing up again. “Am I to understand
that you are threatening me, Mr.
’Ford?”
“No, indeed; I am only stating a
fact. But it is a pretty serious fact.
Let us suppose, for the sake of the
argument, that my prediction comes
true; that within thirty-six or forty-
eight hours Saint’s Rest is packed with
people trying to get to Copah. Your
new chief, if you shall have found him,
will hardly be in the saddle. When
he comes he will have to reorganize
the department, break in new men,
learn by hard knocks what I have
been learning in detail”—
Mr. Coibrith thrust out a thin lip of
obstinate deterrfiination.
“And if he does your hypothetical
lush will simply have to wait, Mr.
Ford. We have the key to the Copah
door.”
“Don’t you fool yourself!” snapped
Ford, forgetting his role of the hum-
ble one for the moment. “The Trans-
continental is only forty miles away
at Jack’s canyon, with a pretty decent
stage road. Long before you can get
the extension In shape to carry pas-
sengers or even freight the other line
will be known all the way from Maine
to California as the keyholder to this
district!”
That shot told. /fl?he president was
not yet convinced that the Copah
boom was real, but there was the
chance that it might be—always the
chance;
“If you could convince me, Mr. Ford,
that your interest in that mine did not
influence you in changing the route of
the extension”— he began, but Ford
took him up sharply.
“I can’t, and I can say no more than
I have said.”
Mr. Coibrith got up and went to the
window to look down upon the excited
throng in the street. It did look very
real.
“Perhaps we might leave matters as
they are, pending a future investiga-
tion, Mr. Ford,” he said, turning back
to his victim, who was methodically
clipping the end from a cigar.
“No,” was the brittle rejoinder.
Again the president took time to look
down into the crowded street. His
next attack was from the rear.
“But I have understood that you do
not wish to resign. Let us be mag-
nanimous, Mr. Ford, and agree to
hang this matter up until—until this
supposed crisis is past.”
“No,” was the curt reply. “I have
changed my mind. I don’t think I
want to work for you any longer, Mr.
Coibrith.”
“Not if I withdrew my—ah—objec-
tions?”
“No.”
Silence again. The packed lobby of
the hotel had overflowed upon the
plank sidewalk, and the din of the
buyers and sellers rose like the.,noise
of a frantic street fight. Ford’s half
jesting remark about the possibility
of the microbe finding its way into
the blood of the president was not so
pointless as the old man’s retort
sought to make it appear. It was the
wheat pit which had given Mr. Coi-
brith his first half million, and as he
listened to the hoarse cries the thing
which he hoped was safely caution
killed began to stir within him. Sud-
denly he picked a word or two out of
the sidewalk clamor that made him
turn swiftly upon the silent young
man. *-
“They are selling Little Alicia—your
stock—down there!” he gasped. “Have
you—have you”—
“No; I haven’t put mine on the mar-
ket. It’s some of my partner’s (Grigs-
by’s) stock. I suppose he couldn’t
stand the push.”
Once more the president listened.
Only an ex-wrestler in the wheat pit
could have picked intelligence out of
the babel of puts and calls.
“It’s up to a hundred and fifty!” he
exploded. “What did you pay for your
shares, Mr. Ford?”
“Twenty,” said Ford coolly.
“Good heavens! I—I hope you hold
a safe majority?”
“No; we broke even, Grigsby and I.
I have 50 per cent.”
The president groaned.
“I—I’ll excuse you, Mr. Ford. Get
down there at once and buy that other
necessary share!”
Ford shook his head with predeter-
mined gloom. “No, Mr. Coibrith, I’m
not buying any more mining - stock.
What I did buy seems to have cost me
my job.”
“But, my dear young man, this Is
a—a crisis. You are likely to lose con-
trol of your property, or at least it
is soaring to a point at which you will
never be able to secure the control.”
Ford came up smiling. “You forget
that this is mere mad excitement, Mr.
Coibrith,” he said, handing back the
president’s own phrase. “Tomorrow, I
dare say, I shall be able to buy at
twenty again.”
The president came away from the
window and sat down. His face was
twitching, and the thin white hands
were tremulous.
“There may be more in this gold dis-
covery than I have been willing to ad- ,
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