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&ALVESTCW TRIBUKKi THURSDAY,
Studied’
Also it’s almost too much trouble to
read the hot weather “don’ts.”
Not much longer to wait for the Cot-
ton Carnival doings—and they are go-
ing to be some doings.
'in the case at all.
the job alone,
hind you, you’ll
Eas'ern Representative Wesi'nRepresentative;
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President Taft accepted the Repub-
lican nomination for the presidency to-
day. Of course, no one expected that
he -would decline.
TEXAS WHEET BOOKED.
■Fort Worth Star-Telegram.
Some Texas wheat already has been
booked for export through Galveston,
' wftile inquiries are numerous—an out-
look considered rather bright for the
movement of grain to Europe. Times
are good when the box car is busy.
Let Texas shove along.
Drew Back
Anger.
CANT PLEASE EVERYBODY.
Laredo Times.
American athletes have been accused
of breaking training too often Their
British competitors also find fault with
them for breaking records too often.
All of which proves the old saw: You
-can’t please, everybody.
COMMERCIAL ASSOCIATION.
Regular Semi-Monthly Meeting Occurs
Friday Night.
A regular monthly meeting of the
Galveston Commercial Association will
be held Friday night at eight o’clock in
rooms of the association, 22nd and Me-
chanic streets. There are some impor-
tant matters for consideration and in-
teresting reports will likely be heard
from some of the committees.
If you won't put the hose to work
you can’t expect the lawn to do very
much toward staying green.
Democrats of Senate Caucus on the La
Follette Wool Bill.
By Associated Press.
Washington, Aug. A.—The
crats of the senate agreed in
today to. stand behind the La Follette
wool bill and ask the house for a con-
ference. The house yesterday refused
to accept the bill as passed by the
senate. /
• strenuous
year. And
Few people who have not had expe-
rience know how much work is con-
nected with preparing for zthe Cotton
Carnival. It’s a huge task and must
be properly performed.
It was taxe m me artemoon before!
'Mias Holcomb was escorted into the!
inquisitorial chamber. She had fall mu
Into a fitful slumber on the rude iroal
bed that projected from the wall ofi
her cell, when Donnelly and Carson!
opened the grated door and called her!
out of her sleep. She gave a startled
gasp when she saw them, a convulsive
shudder racked her frame. A sudden!
influx of painful memories overwhelm-
ed her with a pitiful sense of helpless-;
ness as she dragged herself to the of-i
flee of the Chief.
With a weak show of courage, sh©
eyed Manning resolutely, and then
jSank into a soft leather chair close to
his desk. Donnelly, and Carson oc-
cupied seats at her elbow.
“What did you do with those stones?’*:
blurted the Chief.
Her lips framed a reply, but it died!
without utterance.
“Come, come!” he cried impatient-
ly. ‘We don’t want any acting here.;
I know you’re only a tool in this mat-i
ter. We’ve got the principal under;
arrest and I’m giving you a chance to
save yourself. You turn State’s evi-
dence against him and I’ll see that <%oi
harm comes to you. He’s the fellow)
we want to land. Now tell me just
what you did with the jewels."
In the midst of this outburst, a door
Fort Worth had some pretty nifty
weather last night, but so long as no
one was killed there should be little
complaint.
IN THE WOODS.
Dallas Times-Herald.
Yes, Clarice, there are honest cops
in New York city, but they work in
the suburbs. They are not permitted
to walk downtown beats as they
might arrest some one.doju gTrtawow© 4^
Cut This Story Out and Keep M. TotsTS Went to Bead St &ater fit W®t
Prince.
ness.”
The Swami strolled back to the di-
van and lay at full length, his hands
He blew smoke
The Third Degree.
Police Headquarters—the old head-
quarters of Mulberry Street—was one
of the architectural monstrosities of
New York. Fronting Mulberry Street,
its faded brick walls presented a for-
bidding aspect to the ancient, tum-
bledown rookeries across the way. Its
rear walls faced Mott Street, harmon-
j izing with the squalid tenements of
I that narrow, ill-smelling thoroughfare.
I was a,. type_of public building now.
People are getting in the surf more
than ever this summer. This slogan
business helps, all right.
was
higher than the health
have it, so an effort is being
bring the figures still lower,
order that there can be no
i pition and hastened downstairs. Next
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house in crisp sentences,
listened eagerly.
“So there’s nothing left of the bo-
gus Maharanee,” he observed.
“Nothing but this splinter I palm-
ed,” returned the priest. “It was
easy—■elementary legerdemain.”
Both laughed. The facility of Occi-
dentals was a standing joke.
“Well, we need more help on this
now,” said the Prince. “All will have
to go back to the house.”
“Yes, Mrs. Missioner can’t spare
her Oriental curio just ye,t,” the
Swami assented.
Kananda reached for a cigarette.
“I guess we’ll have to put Ramset-
,jee on the men,” he mused.
like to do it, for Ram isn’t exactly
what we’d call an. adept. Now, would
we?”
“Hardly.”
“But Ali can’t be spared from the
Missioner place. Sands and Griswold
can be watched by one man.”
“Oh, yes,” replied the priest. “I
vyighJJie niftn .were a, Uttl© brighter
a grandmother
the fields her
• be said that
or sixty years
have
—mrs. Mlssloner’s secretary,’
Swami told him. “A close friend of
hers, too, says Ali.”
Kananda’s whistle was expressive.
“Is there evidence to convict?” he
asked interestedly.
“A paste necklace was substituted
for the one containing the Mahara-
nee,” replied the Swami. “One of the
real diamonds was found in the pris-
oner’s room.”
“Now, that’s funny,” said the Prince.
!"Devilish funny! And they took her
I in tow for that?”
The priest nodded.
“What rotters these American po-
licemen are!” snapped Kananda In
. the slang he had used as Nandy of
Cambridge. “Fancy any self-respect-
ing Oriental doing that! Why, th©
bulldoggiest little terrier in the Mika-
do’s secret service wouldn’t make
such a break!”
The Swami nodded again.
“Ali searched her room, of course,
before the detectives got there,” he
continued. “Soon after Mrs. Mls-
sioner’s return from the opera, he
went straight from the hall outside
the library to Miss Holcomb’s apart-
ment and investigated thoroughly.”
“Look here, old man,” jerked Ka-
nanda. “If Ali has the stone, it’s all
well enough to put it over on—”
“He hasn’t it,” the Swami answered.
“The thing for us .to do now is to find
out who has it.”
“Good old guesser!” grinned the
“Well, Ali knows his busi-
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years, our -exercise is limited to an oc-
casional visit to the ball park or spas-
modic attempts tQ harden flabby biceps
in an enclosed gymnasium. All these
conditions are more or less unnatural
and must be met by some compensatory
provisions, and this has called into ex-
istence the being called the sanitary
engineer. Sometimes he «s a graduate
physician who believes he can better
aid humanity by preventing rather
than curing diseases, or he may be
some man who for love qf his kind
makes a life study of the new envir-
onment created by our up-to-date civil-
ization, and seeing its perils seeks
the remedy; it matters not, however,
who or what he may be,, he has done
much for humanity wherever his ser-
vices have been employed, and until
we have better reason than the cost
for dispensing with his services,
had better retain him and obey him—-
that is if we place any value on good
health and years added to life.
Anyway, the advice to keep cheerful
doesn’t come from the perpetual
grouches.
pillowing his head.
rings at the punkah.
“I’m not- so sure of that,” he re-
“I don’t like his failure to
keep better watch on the stone.”
Nandy swung himself back to the
table.
“How long’s
asked.
“I tell you nobody knows. Its ab-
sence was discovered to-night.”
“You’ve just learned of it?”
“No and yes. I knew about the Ma-
haranee before Ali came.” He
sketched the incident of the opera .
Kananda
informed Donnelly.
“Did she make any statement on;
:the way to Headquarters?” inquired)
the Chief.
“Nothing but hysterics,” Carson an-
swered.
“And she’s In no condition to be!
questioned now,” added Donnelly.
“Anyone been inquiring for her?”
the Chief suddenly snapped.
“Yes,” flashed back Donnelly. His,
eyes lit with a crafty glow. “Some!
guy who says he’s a doctor and en-l
gaged to marry her has been hang-
ing around here all morning. Wants
to know how he can get her out.
Looks as if he might be mixed up in
it, so I’m having him shadowed.”
“Good!” commented the Chief. “If1
any lawyer calls, tell him she’s in no!
condition to be seen. We don’t want)
anyone to see her until we’vo ques-i
Honed her/’
happily wsoiete, V’liieh an awakened
artistic sense is rapidly relegating to
the scrap heap. Its rigid lines were
a monotony of ugliness, unrelieved by
column or capital. One viewed its
hideous bulk with a shuddering sens©
of apprehension, almost expecting to
see it crumble on the unfortunates
penned wjthiq. .
Visitors to the Detective Bureau
entered a dingy room, approached by
a narrow hall, on the Mott Street side
®f the building. Its most conspicuous
furnishings were several brass rails
which crossed one another in be-
wildering fashion. Half-open doors
led boldly into other offices, as if to
dispel the atmosphere of secrecy that
hovered perpetually over the place.
Two uniformed lieutenants of police
were constantly on guard at oaken
desks backed against opposite walls.
On the morning following the Mis-
sioner diamond robbery, the two
guardians were busy sorting piles of
documents scattered on their desks.
“Guess it’s time for the line-up,” re-
marked one of the lieutenants.
He entered the adjoining room, *
large, square chamber, in which the
rays from clusters of electric bulbs
mingled with the pal©, shivery light of
the sun.
“Here’s the list,” he called to th©
desk lieutenant, at the same time
throwing a bundle of documents to
him.
Massed against the opposite wall in
listless attitudes were fifty or sixty
detectives, their faces covered by
long masks. They shifted about un-
easily while waiting for the hapless
prisoners captured the night before to
be lined up for inspection. This daily
spectacle, terrifying to the innocent
suspects, amusing to the old-time law-
breakers, marks the beginning of th©
morning’s routine of the men detailed
to prevent crime and hunt down crim-]
inals. Not a pleasing exhibition, but
a necessary one. For the opportunity
must be provided for th© detectives to
become familiar with the Counten-
ances of the lawbreakers. And by the
simple device of the masks, the hunt-
ers are shielded from becoming equal-
ly familiar to the hunted.
The opening of the door at the
rear of the room brought the waiting
detectives to attention. Their forms
stiffened to military erectness, their
manner became watchfully alert. x
“Good-morning,” greeted Chief of
Detectives Manning. The men sa-
luted in return.
With quiejt, nervous strides the
Chief made his way behind the long
desk that ran half the length of the
room, and took up a position of sur-
vey. His eyes, of hawk-like penetra-
tion, swept the room while the desk
lieutenant called the roll. The ab-
sentees having been entered on the
blotter, the process of lining up the
prisoners began without further cere-
mony.
A line of bedraggled, disheveled
men and women, their eyes bleary
from a night of wakefulness in nar-
row, ill-ventilated cells, shuffled into
the room.
“Michael Noonan,”
tenant.
An emaciated, weak-faced man, the
wretchedness of his lot emphasized
by the frayed clothing that hung in
loose, broken, lines from his form,
stepped forward. A look of dull mis-
ery was stamped on his countenance,
a hopeless disregard of the fate in
store for him showed In his manner.
“Take a good look at this crook,”
commanded the Chief. “Never was
pinched before. Caught with the goods
on, however, by Wiggins and Wolf.
Swipin’ lead pipe from a half-finished
house.”
The eyes of the detectives bent on
the human wreck as he shrank back
into line.
“Philip Pratt,” called the lieuten-
ant.
. A. YQuns man. not mere tbAD thirty
Waco Tribune.
Germany is going to have a much
bigger navy—so big, in fact, that it is
causing concern on the part of the
British people, who realize what su-
premacy on the seas means for Britain.
But there is evidence that the German
naval program is arousing scarcely
less concern on the part of the German
people, who must foot the bill. They
are loyal to the fatherland and take
pride in the prestige their country will
have as a great naval power. The cost,
however, is well calculated to impress
the German taxpayers. It is stated
on competent authority that the in-
creased taxation to carry out the naval
program means an average of $5 a
year for every person in the ' empire,
men. women and children It is easy
to understand how a fact of such im- ,
port must impress property owners and
I taxpayers throughout Kaiser Wilhelm’s
domain.
.whose sullen mem and r&sfress 'eyes
(betrayed his occupation even before
the Chief announced it, faced the
imassed battery of eyes. His thin lips;
'curled into a disdainful smile as tie)
'Chief read his record from a slip of
paper.
“Another old friend back,” the head
of the detective force commented.
“Philip Pratt, alias Morse, alias
Charlie Dodge, alias Toledo Phil. Con-
fidence gent. Did a term in Elmira,
two short stretches up the river, and
a long leg in Joliet.”
The particular offense for which
the prisoner was in the toils again
was again described, and he, too, re-
tired to temporary obscurity in the
lines of unfortunates.
“Carrie Chase,” came from the lieu-
tenant
Member of that frail sisterhood
whose shame is no deeper than that
of the civilization from which it
springs, she carried herself with an
easy dignity bom of familiarity with
her surroundings. The heavy lines of
her face were drawn into an expres-
sion of grim defiance, but her eyes,
dulled by long dissipation, could not
hide the dumb ttear that lurked in her
soul.
“Got away with a gent’s super,”
the Chief drawled.
gold watch as if it held all the tri-
umph of his years of pursuit in the
underworld. “But we found the goods
on her,” h© added smilingly.
Her career was part of the ele-
mental knowledge of the assembled
detectives and th© Chief dismissed
her quickly.
“The chances are she’ll do a long
stretch this trip,” he commented.
Every condition of moral obliquity
was represented in that shifting line
of prisoners. There were youths, still
in the formative period of their crim-
inal careers, vying with the old-timers
in the forced bravado of their de-
meanors. Others there were, shame-
faced and sad, overcome with remorse
and praying silently for the termina-
tion of the painful spectacle. Still
others, old men and young men, re-
garding the proceedings with the in-
difference of disinterested spectators.
And there were women, too, from the
bedizened “badger queen,” her hair
and complexion as false as the jewels
shimmering from her fingers and
throat, to the tremulous, weeping res-
taurant cashier accused of some petty
defalcation. They represented types
as varied as the emotions struggling
within them, but as they stood side
by side facing the expressionless
masks, they seemed headed toward
the same ultimate destiny. One after
another they stepped forward for in-
spection until the line was exhausted.
When the last of them had filed out
of the room, the detectives did not re-
move their masks, as was the custom.
Instead, they stood about in a high
fever of expectancy. Quizzical glances
were cast in th© direction of the door
leading to th© cells. Suddenly the
men bulked forward, as if inspired by
a common impulse of curiosity. The
swish of skirts, accompanied by the
tread of masculine feet, sounded in
the doorway. A woman’s form, her
head bent to her breast, her limbs un-
able to bear the weight of her frail
body, was being half dragged, half
carried into the room. All the life
seemed to have drained out of her.
Her hair hung disordered over her
shoulders, her hands swung limply,
like loos© pendulums.
“Elinor Holcomb! ”
tenant.
Donnelly and Carson, each with an;
arm under her shoulder, propped her:
sinking form.'
“Lift your head,” commanded the
Chief.
The order fell on deaf ears. Sh©'
seemed as on© in th© last agony of a i
mortal Illness.
“Lift it for her,” came in a voice
of mingled sternness and compassion.
Donnelly’s hand flew to her chin,
tilting her face upward. For an in-
stant sh© raised her heavy eyelids;
then recoiled as from a blow. Th©
crowd of masked spectators floated
before her eyes like hideous" specters:
of a horrid dream. A low groan, like!
the-last lament of a tortured soul, j
came from her Kps. She seemed turn-
ed into a mass of jelly.
“Take her away,” commanded the!
Chief, and th© two detectives carried!
her out of the room.
“Accused of stealing th© Missioner,
diamonds,” was the curt explanation;
of her presence. In a harsh mono-1
tone, th© Chief read the various Head-1
quarters orders to the force, and then
the men not engaged on old work re-
ceived their assignments of new!
cases. As abruptly as he had entered,!
th© head of the Bureau left the room;
and retired to his private office. Then)
he summoned Donnelly and Carson.
“Takes it pretty bad, eh?” he asked.
“Like all the swell ones when!
they’re nabbed the first time,” an-;
swered Carson. •
“Had to call the doctor twice dur-
ing the night, the matron tells me,”|
her eyes were chained to some distant
spot
“Will you confess?” the Chief repeal
ed with added menace.
As if roused from a long abstrac-
tion, she gazed appealingly at her tor-J
mentor.
“I have nothing to confess,” she
murmured weakly.
The Chief drew back In studied an4
ger. His fist banged the desk as ifj
th© blow was meant to convey a sud-j
den resolve.
i “Very well!” he burst forth.
right ahead and be the goat If you
want to. Look here, little girl, I was
just kiddin’ you when I said we had
th© principal under arrest,” he said
with a quick change of tactics. “You’re
the only one that’s locked up. I don’t
believe there’s anyone els© mixed up
. I believe you did
If there’s anyone be-
have to show me.
There’s only one thief involved, and
that’s you.”
An expression, as of a hunted ani-
mal, crept into her face. She turned
to the left and met the fixed stare of
Donnelly. Averting her head, her
eyes looked into thoee of Carson. Di-
rectly in front, close to her face, the
cold gleam from the Chief’s eyes fell
on her. So she turned around, only
to look into an impenetrable back-
ground of gloom, sinister and depress-^
Kansas is having some
times with politics this
that’s characteristic.
The showers predicted by the
weather man failed to materialize this
morning, but we are still full of hope.
than Ramsetjee, tnougii.”
“Can’t be helped—what?” augliciced
Nandy. “I’ll have an eye to them in
the clubs from time to time. You look
after the social end.”
“Yes.” The Swami smiled. “They’ll
hardly get away from me in society.”!
“My word, but you’re coming on!”
chajffed the Prince. “Right in the
social swim. See what it is to be a
Swami. Dare say the Duchess of,
Drygoods and the (Jountess de Brew-
ery are heard over neels in love with
the newest Eastern mystic. Too bad
they’re hot in Delhi.”
The Swami frowned. He refused to
laugh at jest bordering on lack of re-
Even the Ma-
iharanee’s son feared to try him too
far in that direction.
“Omitting personality for the mo-
ment,” said the priest pointedly, “1
will participate in the gregarious
mumming of these barbarians for the
sake of our purpose. It is not well to
concern ourselves with the frivolous
affairs of life. We may have to do
much more serious things than we ar©
doing now to get the Maharanee,
it should come to the last resort,
would not hesitate, you and I.
member the brethren!”
“I shall remember," said Kananda
bravely.
' Th© Swami sounded a gong. As Its;
jnuffled music came to him through
I the tiny hole in the floor above, Alii
I rose cautiously from his crouching po-
AWTI cf .a i FO MAXt,
minute, he was entering the presence
of the higher caste Easterners with an-,
other profound salaam. In measured
tones, the Swami, who had resumed)
his Oriental robes, give him instruc-j
tions to which/th© Hindoo servant lis-
tened with intent respect, the Prince
from time to time emphasizing the
priest’s orders with a nod.
“You may go, Ali,” said th© Swami
in conclusion.
“I go, master,” th© Hindoo replied,
backing through the portieres. He
maintained his respectful bearing all;
th© way along th© hall, out the door,)
and down the brownstone steps. Then,.
when he had walked quickly to a)
point several houses on and his face ;
was well out. of the angle of vision I
of the conventionally curtained win-)
dows at the front of the strange dwell-!
ing, a peculiar expression spread over j
his features. Once round the corner,
he .wheeled and gazed piercingly to
ward the house he had quitted, as if ;
his eyes could penetrate the inter-1
vening walls.
“Is thy servant a dog or the son of
dog?” he said under his breath1
opened silently and a sharp-featured,
smooth-shaven man of middle age en-)
tered and seated himself in an ob-
scure corner of the room. His form
seemed to merge into the shadow of
the walls as he dropped noiselessly!
into his chair. Miss Holcomb did not
see him enter. Her increasing terror1
gave her a fictitious energy and sha
lifted her head with a sharp jerk.
“I didn’t steal the jewels,” she said.
“I had nothing to do with their disap
pearance.”
The mocking laughter of three deep
voices sounded in the room.
“Does it well!” chuckled Donnelly.,
“Too bad she ain’t an actress,”!
joined Carson.
The Chief’s beady eyes narrowed on,
her as if he would read her innermost)
thoughts.
“There’s no use trying to lie to me,’*,
he snarled. “I know who’s got th©
diamonds. The man who hired you to
steal them is locked up now. He says-
he didn’t know they were stolen—”
“Who says that?” she interrupted.
Donnelly and Carson nudged each,(
other in boisterous glee.
“She wants to know who says it!"i
piped the former.
“Ain’t she the slick one!” laughed!
Mis partner.
The Chief’s face hardened until
menace seemed to lurk in every onol
of its deep-cut lines.
“Now, you know who says it,” hoi
Informed her. “I don’t have to men-,
tion any names. It’s simply a question,
of you going to jail or of sending him
to jail. I don’t take any stock in whatl
he says. He can’t tell me he didn’t;
know you stole th© jewels. I ain’t)
as easy as all that! Now, I’m giving
you a chance to make a full confes-
sion and save yourself. 'Will you con-
fess?” His tone carried the weight
of a threat, but her unresponsive mind!
was unable to grasp its significance..
She stared blankly before her, as if
There are quite a respectable num-
ber of people in this country who still
cling to the idea that what was. good ;
enough for our forefathers should still
be good enough for us, that the medi-
cine obtained from the roots and herbs
of the field' and forest made cures in
the days of our grandparents which
the drug store compounds of today
cannot equal, that all these fads and
frills which the modern sanitary engi-
neer and the - city health officer are
attempting to engraft upon the body <
corporate are merely means foq spend- ;
ing the money of the people without
least returns in health or
They are willing to ac- 1
that-, the sewer systems of
our cities are conveniences, but scarce-
ly will they venture beyond this ad-
mission. Here are some statistics from
the city of New York that may aid in
convincing these reactionaries that
modern methods of fighting disease and
death pay.
In 1866 the death rate in New York
was 36 to the 1000, last year the death
rate was 15 to the 1000 and this is
board would
made to
Now in
mistake
about the matter, care has been taken
to keep account of th'e death rate, the
amount of sicjtness and like matters
in connection with every sanitary move
that lias been made, by the city, and
it has been noted that the rate of mor-
tality showed a noticeable decrease
after modern methods, sanitary plumb-
ing, proper handling of sewage and
inspection of living quarters had been
adopted, and this has convinced those
back of the work that while the tasks
they have successfully accomplished |
have cost a large amount of money, |
It has been more than justified by the
improved living conditions of the peo-
ple.
Some one has undertaken to prove
that the investment was a financial
success as well as a sanitary one, for
figuring on the average loss of time
from sickness usually experienced in
every family, and adding to this the
cost of the doctors’ visits and .the sums
paid the pharmacy for the medicine
used, it has been figured that for every
• cent paid out by the city for sanitary
work thgfe has been returned much
more than this amount to the individ-
ual; in fact each taxpayer has saved
much more than he has paid the city
for looking after his better healtfb
and compelling him to keep his back
yard clean and his premises fre'e from
flies, mosquitoes and rats.
To those who still hark back to the
good old times when
•was the doctor and
pharmacopoeia, it may
during the past fifty i
our living conditions have radically
changed. Man has become a house
dweller and this means that he is there-
fore denied the open air and the plain
food that even today, could it be ob-
tained, would exert the same beneficial
influences they did in the days of loi^g
ago; again, today we are compelled to
eat food that has been packed away in
preservatives for months and perhaps
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