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Tft'fi tJWEft.bES MOINES, AL(H)NA 4 TOW/v. MAY 17. if 1 1® B* HTJGH OOTTWAT, "CalledBack.'-Eta, Etc. "iSo, 1 won't grovei," sam Frame, fellows seerii'to grovel when they ate in love. Hang; it, I won't I I'll be original in that respect, If I have to cut iny heart out" These remarks were, of course, applicable to conclusion number three—a conclusion ai which love always laughs. Given a prouder man than Mr. Carruthers, and as hopelessly in love with a woman, that woman, If she wished, might have a fresh declaration ol undying passion every week in the year, Oh yes—all lovers can "grovel" If needs be. ( By and by a curious whim seized this particular lover. He would go down and see Sylvanus Mordle. Not that he wished to un- bosom his Woes to the curate—that would be groveling with a vengeance—but there seemed a certain grim propriety in seeking ane sitting with the other man who was rowing in the same boat, or, to put it poetically, tin man whose bark of joy had been wreckec upon the same rock as his own. Besides, Mordle would be sure to talk about Miss Clauson—he always did. "What a fool arn 1" said Frank, more bitterly than ever. Nevertheless, he walked down to the curate's lodgings. Mr. Mordle lodged in one of a row of new houses which a sanguine builder had erected on a plot of ground not far from the church. When these houses were first built the villagers expressed their wonder as to who would inhabit them. They were red brick houses with freestone dressings—the kind of houses classified as "genteel" residences. As such, they were a cu.t above the villagers, and many cuts—quite a gash, in fact—below the "families of position." As half of the houses are empty to this day the builder has ceased to wonder at the villager's wonder. When Frank was shown into his room Mordle jumped up and greeted him cheerfully. "Hallo!" he jerked out "You here? . Why, what's up?" "I only came for a smoke and a chat" "Thought you had every one—all the swells —up at the house to-night" Frank started. "I quite forgot them," he said with a lack of caution unusual to him. "Forgot them J How shocked Horace will be—how it grieved Herbert. No matter. Here you are." Whilst speaking, the curate bustled about He opened a drawer, took out a box of cigars, then shut the draw with a bang. He ' opened a cupboard, took out a bottle of whisky, then slammed the cupboard door. He slapped the cigars, the whisky, a water bottle, and a glass on the table in fiont of Frank, and waited for him to help himself. But Mr. Carruthers sat silent and motionless. He was looking at Mordle, who was still bronzed by the sun, and seemed to be in an aggressively rude state of health. He wondered if the curate felt as wretched when Beatrice refused him as he, Frank Carruthers, did at that moment If so, and if Sylvanus had really conquered Ills disappointment, he was more of a man than his visitor, and as such entitled to respect He got so deep into these speculations that he did not notice the curate's curious glances. "Look here, Carruthers," said Mordle briskly. "You forget a dinner-party. You come to chat and smoke with me. You don't smoke, you don't chat What's up?" "Nothing." Frank roused himself and took a cigar. "Nothing!" said the curate. "That means everything." "Well, then, everything." "And everything, as I take it, mean Tell mo what it means, Carruthers. May I wish you joy?" There was a lump in Sylvanus' throat, but .... he choked it down manfully, Frank wondered at the curate's quickness in guessing. Men in love always wonder at the preternatural gift of detection with which their friends Eecm endowed. .... "May I wish you joy?" reiterated Mordle. "You may wish what you like; but the truth is we are partners in misfortune." "You have tried?" "And failed," Frank rapped the words out sharply. Mordle looked the picture of surprise. He held his hand out to his visitor. "Hang it!" said Frank. "I don't want pity. It' you bore it, I suppose I can." "Our cases are different. You felt certain of success." "Did I? If so, it was only one of the delusions natural to a man of my age." "Explain." "The older you grow the more liable you are to delusions. A man between thirty and forty more easily deludes himself into believing that a woman loves him than aboy of twenty does." "Ha!" said Mordle. Let me think it over," argument of this sort up. "That's all-rot!" he said. "Boy of twenty —modi.'st and good—can't see any reason for :i woman's loving him. Man of thirty or forty—successful in life, say—measured his strength against his fellows'—can't help feeling he's quite worth being loved. See how fallacious your argument" "Never mind,"suld Frank; "it doesn't matter which way you take it" "J say," continued Mordle, laying his hand on Frank's shoulder. "Listen to my advice, Don't you take 'No' for an answer." "I'll ask no woman twice to be my wife," said Frank, with conclusion number three fresh in his mind. "You might ask this one twenty times and feel happy if you got her then. But twenty times won't be needed. She loves you now, Ccimithevs," "What folly you talk I" "I don't—I never talk folly. I have seen you together. I have watched her as closely ••is 1 watch one of my flock who leans toward (1 issent. I have seen what you haven't seen, and again I say, don't take 'No' for an answer," "Let us talk of something else," said Frank. All the same the old proverb about tho'looker on and the game camp to his mind. Under some circumstances there is much solace to be got out of proverbs. They talked of something else, but as it always does when a man is in love, that something else veered round ever to the one thing. At last Frank threw the end of his cigar away and bade the curate good-night Mordle's emphatic cheery assertion that he ought not to despair had done him good, al- th<i'.igh he still swore he would not "grovel" and ask again. His guest having left Sylvanus drew himself up and patted his chest approvingly. "It was magnanimous, very magnanimous," he said, "to help a rival like that. But I am thoroughly cured, so I could afford to do It" He always told himself he was cured. Per' Imps he was. AH the same the Reverend Sylvanus Mordle Is a bachelor to this Jay. Frank went back to Hazlewood Ho-\se, and apologized for his strange absence as best he could,, He had been seized with a, ache and compelled to seek ngeto say a splitting head* riven Miss Clauson, not into \ tq h?r room. "Tlmnd^r in. "All new to me, this. The curate loved an Presently he looked splitting hei« Jif&Ualr. Str\< ache had also i the fresh, air, I ~ unsuspicious of men. About half past eleven the last of the guest? departed. Mr. Turner, believing lx>rrt Kelston's • friend to be an aristocrat fc Christian of the most orthodox type, bade him an effusive good night, little dreaming of the Insults he had been heaping upon his head. Horace and Herbert gave a sigh of relief as their Jew-hating guest left the house. They had too much sense to think of apologizing for the mishap—they merely doubled their civility to the eminent Israelite. At last every one had said good-bye, and the shutting up began. Frank in a moody, sullen way watched Horace and Herbert as they went from window to window trying shutters and bars and bolts. He did hot smile even when Horace gravely and deliberately counted the forks and spoons In Whlttaker's basket—the extra plate given out for dinner-parties—whilsi Herbert blended together two half-emptied bottles of sherry and made one full one. The domestic duties were at last finished; the bottles locked up; the spoons and forks snugly tucked up in little chamois-leather bags, ready to be put to rest in the safe until again wanted. Horace and Herbert looked at Frank. "Shall we go to bed now, or would you like to stay up longer?" Frank started out of his reverie. He did not feel in the least inclined for bed. "If you don't mind," he said, "I will go Into the library and write some letters. The fresh air has made me so wide-awake thatlsha'n't be able to sleep for a long time." They did mind, of course; but were too polite to say so. Whittaker was ordered to take the lamp into the library, and Frank tonic his cousins good-night. "Please turn the wick down low before you blow it out," said Horace. "And," entreated Herbert, "would you mind turning the hearth-rug upside down when you leave the room? It makes it last so much longer." Frank promised, wondering the while why the constitution of a hearth-rug was such that the night and early morning air impaired it Then lie sought the library, closed the door, and was alone with his own thoughts. There is no occasion to recapitulate these. We have had them all before, and they grew no more cheerful. Even Mr. Carruthers got tired of them at last, and to break the monotony made a pretense of writing a letter to a friend. But the sight of pen and paper woke a strong temptation to say again by their aid all he had already said to Beatrice, as well as all he meant to say when cut so suddenly short. But his pride would not allow him to break so 'quickly his resolution number three. Then he tried to read. Naturally he turned to poetry. All lovers turn to it as inevitably as a duck does to water. He took Tennyson from the shelf, and for the first time in his life sympathized with the ill-used egotistical hero of "Locksley Hall." After tliis he chanced upon a volume of Mrs. Browning's, and read all about the poet who, although so passionately in love with Lady Geraldine, was thick-headed enough not to be able to detect the existence of a corresponding sentiment on the part of her ladyship. And just as Mr. Carruthers reached the part where the lovely lady comes by night, passes through the poet's window, and In rather a forward way does all the wooing, he heard a light faint finger-tap on the library door. A wild but not altogether unnatural thought ran through him. Was a second Lady Geraldine episode about to occur? Could it be that Beatrice He ran to the door and threw it open. On the threshold stood, not Beatrice, but—terrible disappointment—the black-robed figure of Mrs. Miller, the nurse. What in the world could this somber uninteresting woman want with him at this hour of the night? You—Mrs. Miller!" he exclaimed. "Is anything the matter?" "May I come in, sir!" she asked. "Certainly, what can I do for you?" She entered the room and carefully closed the door. Frank's wonderment grew. Ho could not help picturing the dismay which would fall upon Horace and Herbert had they known that at one o'clock in the morning lie was conversing with a female member of their establishment. Mrs. Miller drew near to him. "May I speak a few words to you, Mr. Carruthers?" She asked the favor respectfully, but as one who fully expected it would be granted. "Speak away," saitl Frank, good-natured- ly. "But is there anything wrong in the liouse?" "Nothing more than you know of, sir." Her words bore a meaning which did not escape Carruthers. They told him that Mrs. Miller was quite aware of what had taken place between him and Beatrice. He winced mentally. Tho thought of his rejection becoming the gossip of the servants' hall was not pleasant. "Well, lot me hear what you have to say." He spoke with more asperity than usual. The strange visitor laid her hand on his arm. She was a tall woman, he was a man of middle height, so the faces of the two were almost on a level. Frank, who had never until now taken particular notice of ;he nurse, was much struck by the wild, in- :ense look in those dark eyes which gleamed from the white worn-looking face. He be;an to wonder if her wits were all right, But she spoke sensibly, although there was passion in her voice. "Mr. Carruthers," she said, "tell me how much yon love Miss Beatrice?" The sudden question staggered as well as annoyed Frank. Ho frowned. "I am not in he habit of making confidences—to—to strangers." IIo was going to say "inferiors," but it was a word he hated using. "Oh, sir; don't misunderstand me. Tell me"—the woman spoke with startling earnestness—"tell me; set my mind at rest. Let ne know that you love her with all your neart and soul—that the very ground her 'oot presses is holy to you—that you could Jherlsh her, care for her, be true to her until ieath! Tell me this and make me happy, "urely you are not ashamed of loving her?" Her manner was so impressive that Caruthers for the moment forgot it was but a ervant'who addressed him, "No," he said, peaking slowly, and with his eyes fixed on he opposite wall. "No, I am not ashamed )* loving her. "What concern it is of yours I annot divine; but I love your mistress as cnuch as a man can love a woman." Mrs. Miller bent down and kissed his hand. She murmured a few words which he could lot catch, Most men, not being kings or winces, object to having their hands kissed. Frank did. "Have you anything more to ay?" he asked. "Only this, sir—you will wait, will you lot?" "Wait! For what?" "For her—for Miss Beatrice. Oh! Mr. Oar- •uthers, you won't go In a fit of anger, and ive yourself away to the first doll-f aced wo- nan who smiles on you? You will wait for tie woman you love—flve, ten, twenty years, "maybe!" She clutched his arm, auJ her eyes looked than with that same intense imploring twe, "I shall never marry {mother woman," paid 'rank. A thought struck Frank. Did thlsstrange woman come to him of her own accord, or had Beatrice sent her? His heartbeat violently. "Are you giving me a message from Miss Clausoii?" he asked." "No, sir. Miss Beatrice is not one to send messages by servants. She doesn't know 1 have come to you. You won't tell her, Mr. Carrutliers? Promise me you won't tell her 1' Her face grew paler than before, as the possibility of Carruthers telling Beatrice oi this nocturnal interview rose before her. She seemed so distressed that Frank hastened to assure her he would not mention the matter. Strange as was this woman's manner, something showed him that she meant him well. "She would never forgive me If she knew." She whispered these Words in an awestruck way, as If such a thing was too fearful to contemplate. "Tell me why you trouble yourself about my affairs?" asked Frank. "Why do I trouble I Because she Is all hi this world and the next to me. Because I would kill myself to save her from a pain of mind or body. Listen, Mr. Carruthers. Years ago—she was then but a girl of seventeen or eighteen—she saved me from starvation, from death, from worse. She fed me, clothed me, called me back to life, and saw that I lived. I say to you, Mr. Carruthers, that If 1 stood with one foot across the golden threshold of tho heavenly gate, even if my eyes had caught a glimpse of God and His angels, my ears heard the sound of the harps of the blest, If below me I saw the fiery gulf—if I knew that withdrawing my foot would bring her happiness, I would withdraw it, and be doomed for ever." Her figure seemed to dilate as she uttered this tremendous rhapsody. It certainly sounded like an exaggerated expression when used to illustrate the devotion of one woman to another. But the depth of the love which woman can bear to woman has never yet been rightly plumbed. Even Frank, who we may presume considered Miss Clauson worthy of out-of-the-way adoration, felt that Mrs. Miller's eccentric and profane description of her sentiments toward her mistress was more exalted than any occasion could warrant. Nevertheless, as she was sounding the praises of the woman he loved, his heart softened toward her. "This is sheer idolatry," he said, not unkindly. "Call It what you will, sir. I mean all I say, and more." "And because you are so fond of her, you wish to see her future in my hands, feeling sure it will be a happy one?" "Yes, sir. I have watched you day by day, and have seen that you love her. I have asked about you, and heard you spoken of with the tongue of good report. Besides " She hesitated. Carruthers hoped she would finish the sentence with some Information as to the true state of Beatrice's feelings. Mrs. Miller's assurance that she had food irroiiiuls for asking liim to wait for an indefinite time would be thrice welcome. Lovers and drowning men ought to be coupled together in the matter of catching at straws. "Well, besides what?" lie said, seeing she still hesitated. "You are both of the elect," she said in strangely solemn accent "The seal I»on your foreheads." "What do you mean?" asked Frank In bewilderment She clasped her thin hands together; her eyes shone with strange brilliancy. "Mean 1" she exclaimed, so loudly that Frank glanced «t the door to make sure that it was closed. "Mean! Can it be possible that those blessed ones who are predestined to be saints hereafter can walk the earth and know it not? I can see it, can read it on your face- on Miss Beatrice's face. 'Many are called, but few are chosen'—few are chosen. You are of the few." "Oh!" said Frank. He was beginning to understand that he was dealing with a religious fanatic. His bewilderment was succeeded by pitying curiosity, tempered by sarcasm. "If one could believe it, it would be very satisfactory," he continued. "Tell mo why you feel so sure about us. Our creed must differ from yours." "Creed!" she burst out "You were chosen before there was a creed in the world. Tho seal is put on the elect as they draw the first breath. It may be that a heathen who lias never heard God's name shall sit on the steps of the great throne, while he who has lived on earth the life of a saint shall go into everlasting fire." "This is predestination with a vengeance," thought Frank. "Why do you feel so sure about Miss Clauson and me?" he asked. "I can read it in your faces. You are to have happiness in this world and iu the next" Frank's sense of humor made him feel inclined to ask Mrs. Miller about the ultimate fate of the gentle Horace'and Herbert, with their kindly hearts and old-womanish ways. He would even have liked to know what was to become of the sedate Whittaker, and William Giles, the coachman. But he checked tho questions. He saw that what was amusement to him was death to the pale, excited woman at his side. He did not wisli to enter into a theological argument, and at this time of night play Polagius to tills feminine disciple of Augustine. Indeed, he knew that the arguments of those who hold the [lootrice of predestination, and its correlative, reprobation, are logically unanswerable yy the best theologian ever turned out of Oxford; and theology was not Mr. Carrutliers 1 ' pet science. So he contented himself by expressing a polite hope that Mrs. Miller felt also sure of her own salvation. "I I" she exclaimed, and a shudder as of terror ran through her. "I have prayed day and night—day and night—that an answer may be given me, that a sign may be shown to me. Tho answer has been given." "Well,, you found it all right, I hope," said frank, to humor her. She leaned forward, and anain clutched its arm. "I am 'one of tho many,'" she said, n a low, thrilling whisper. Her face wore a look of utter hopelessness. Frank pitied he poor creature from the bottom of his leart "My good woman," he said, "your belief s simply a diabolical one. Get rid of it, and rust that there is some mercy to bo shown o those who ask for it. Go and talk to Mr, \Iordle or the rector, or some one whose business it is to set things of this kind straight. Now I think we had better say good-night" "Good-night, sir. Thank you," she said, vith a sudden return to her usual calm and respectful manner. Then, with bent head, and hopelessness written all over hr( she valked slowly to the door. A thought struck Carrutliers. "Wait a moment," he said; "I should Mke « write a line to Miss Clauson. 1 -' "Love-letters will do no good, sir." "It's not a love-letter," said Frank somewhat sharply. Mrs. Miller waited. He took a sheet of paper. After what had happened he felt he could not address the woman lie loved as "My dear Miss Clauson," and he did not dare to write "My dear Beatrice." So his letter began abruptly, without address of any kind. Moreover, it was veryshoif, Here it is;— "Now tWt I have asked my question, and you have wlven yo,ur answer, tell me would He handed the letter to Mrs. Miller. She took it in a reluctant manner. ''You have not written anything unkind to hei?" she asked. "Nothing. Take my word for It." "And you promise you will wait?" "I must wait, whether I like it or not," laid Frank, rather bitterly. "Good-night, sir." Mrs. Miller courtesied, and stole noiselessly from the room. Frank fell back into a reverie. How strange that In the few hours sjnce he had been rejected two persons had bade him wait and hope—Mordle, In his cheery, optimistic way', Mre. Miller, In her somber, half-entranced, highly-wrought religious frenzy. Poor woman I what extraordinary Ideas she held I She must be next door to a religious monomaniac, with her ghastly tenets of fore-ordainment and predestination. Nevertheless, if either of his counselors gave him hope, it was this mad, wild-spoken fanatic. She was, so to say, Beatrice's body- servant, and, as such, might be presumed to know something of the secrets of her mistress' heart, or at the least to bo able to make a shrewd guess at them. So, in spite of his own common sense, in spite of her dismal jargon about the elect, the seals and the rest of it, the hope which springs eternal began to throw up a tiny shoot in Mr. Carruthers' heart. At last he went to bed, wondering whai answer he would receive to his letter. It is to be hoped the promise he made Mrs. Miller was to be more sacred than those made to Horace and Herbert, for he blew out the lamp anyhow, and left the hearth-rug to take care of itself. Alas for the "hope eternal I" It was all but crushed iu the morning by a note from Beatrice, which, with the bathos attending all modern emotional incidents, was brought in with liis slmving water. It ran so:— "Please go away.—B. C." Then aho added In a postscript—"Don't think me unkind. It is better for your sake." He crushed the paper in his hand, and ,no doubt cursed, not Beatrice, but his ill-luck. He could not go away that day. He felt that such a sudden departure would set the brothers gossiping and trying to account for its cause. But, as persons generally do in such extremities, he received a letter or telegram, the nature of which made it Imperatively should leave on the morrow. Horace and Herbert expressed genuine so. row at this sudden termination to his visit. They, pressed him to come to Hazlcwood House at the end of the next term. He promised to do so. Only by forswearing himself could he avoid giving an explanation of what made his presence for the future impossible. Of course he saw Beatrice as usual, but neither by word nor look did lie allude to what had passed between them. On her part she seemed shy and constrained, and the old apathetic manner appeared to have reasserted its sway. Dr. Carrutliers' cure for morbidness was a failure I DEBUT AS AN ACTRESS. Famous Boston Society Woman Mokes a Great Success. Boston, Mass., May 11.—An amateur dranHaitlc perfomi|ance was given in Jama(ca Plain in aid of a local kinder- ten, and though the list of patronesses was sufficient of itself to stamp the entertainment as an unusual one, the fact that Mrs. Fiske Warren, one of the most beautiful of Boston's young society women was to make her debut on the stage, lent to it ai peculiar flavor of interest. Mrs. Warren, a daughter of Dr. Hamilton Osgood, appeared as Begina Van Ruremond in Russell Sullivan's little trauslattlou from the French, The Cigarette from. Java. She was supported by Mrs. Ada Langley Briggs in the part she has played so successfully several times this season, Ralph Adams Cram and Dr. Fenderson. Mi 1 . Gram, is a rising young architect of athletic tastes and Dr. Fendersou is the husband of Ella Cleveland Fenderson, the singer. Miss Annie Payson .Call and G. Royal Pulsifer plii/yed Afterthoughts, the one- act piece in which Agues Booth Schoeffel made such u hit last season iu the rromont theater. Louis E. Rietrich and E. C. Burrage also played The Mouse Trap, by Howells. Mrs. Warren's role was that of a oung widow worth $30,000,000 of hys- :eric temperament, largely augmented jy the fact.that every man she meets 'alls at her feet. Her personal attractions and grace of movement and facility of expression gave her instant success. Mr. Warren is authority for the statement, in contradiction of certain published reports, that his wife does not contemplate adopting a professional life. COAL COMBINE CASE. The Grand Jury Decides to Return Bill. No St. Paul, May 11.— It is understood hat the grand jury has found no bill against John J. Rhodes iu the famous 'coal combine" case, and it looks as though the matter will rest for the next two years at least.The jury reached a conclusion Monday. Mau3 r witnesses were called before it to testify, among them being Ignatius Donnelly ind other members of the legislative committee, but their evidence lacked conclusions inasmuch as it consisted principally of suppositions and theoret- cal deductions, Avhich failed to estab- ish the fact that a combination of the vholesalo dealers existed and that John J. Rhodes was the agent of the alleged combination. On the other hand a number of local •etail coal dealers testified that they vere subscribers to Rhodes' "statistical nireau," "and bought coal which they bjud frequently sold under schedule prices, and that after, and while selling soal under the schedule price they had been able to purchase- coal from the vholesale dealers as usual and they md not been debarred from doing bus- ness in consequence. In the face of this testimony the grand jury, while perhaps convinced hat an attempt had been made to u'gaulze a combination, was compelled o admit that it was not operative in controlling the price of cowl, and for hese reasons the Jury found no bill gainst Rhodes. TAKtS CASH To SAIL' STILL ANOTHER. Mil waukce Is Again Visited by Fire. The marriage is announced of Agues KUvhei- to George Bauer, both 'esl4ent» o* NONE BUT RICH MEN' CAN IN- DULGE IN YACHT RACING. BOATS BEING BUILT FOR RACING PUltPOSKS. It Will Cost Mr Carroll 000 to Semi the Nnvuhoo to England to Meet the Crack Boats of that Country—Au Ugly Iml Precious Silver Prize. Yachting has not. a very strong hold on the sportsmen, of Chicago as yet, but tho interest is increasing every year, tuul it is probable that during the coining Summer there will be more yachts in commission on Lake Michigan, than, ever before. In addition to the World's Fair, wliich is sure to attract a large number of yachtsmen, not only from the different lake ports but also from tho East, there will be considerable enthusiasm aroused by the contest of the Navahoe in England as well as the contest for the America cup in which tho Valkyrie is (Jie chu.l- longer. Lord Dmuuveii's challenge for the America cup has shown how patriotic yachtsmen can be. The old cup Is worth only $500, and is'about as ugly a piece of silver as it is possible to make, but to yachtsmen it is worth more than if It were made with gold and studded with dltunonds, for It is a trophy that represents the yachting supremacy of the Avord, aittl since Uie America cup won in, 1851 it has boon (successfully defended by American yachts against eight contestants. This year the Valkyrie will be a boat of no mean ability. She has been designed by George L. Watson, tho best naval architect in England, and no expense, ingenuity, or trouble will be spared to make her a fast boat. Appreciating this fact, American yachtsmen arc now building four boats for the express purpose of defending the cup. These y.-K'lits are being built for Commodore Charles J. Paine, and arc for syndicates headed by Archibald Rogers, Commodore Edward D. 'Morgan, and Bayard Thayor. The race* in which these boa;ts will meet for tho purpose of selecting the-champion that is to be pit'lied algainst the .Valkyrie- will bo scarcely less interesting tihau the races for the cup. ( Yachting, when the boats reach the si/e of those now under consideration, 85 feet, on the water line, and about 125 feet over all. is not a sport, in which a poor man can induge. "There are few who realm 1 ," says a writer in the New York Morning Journal, "what it costs to build and race one of these big yachts. Tho yacht itself costs a small fortune, and the expense of running it enta>ils the expenditure of another one. ' Mr. Carroll's boat, the Navahoe, cost .$50,000 to build. The uniform for the crew, cooking utensils and furniture for tho yacht will cost about $10,000 more. The captain's salary for a man like Charley Ban- is about $3,000. The mate will receive $1,000 for his services. The salary for the cook is $100 a month, and the yacht will bo hi commission at least seven months; this means an outlay of $700. A steward receives $00 a month, or $420'for the time that; the yacht, is in commission. it takes a, crew of thirty men to sail a. boat like the Navahoe', and these men are compensated at tho rate of from $25 to $35 a month each, or say $7,000 for tho seven, months. Those, have to be fed; that is a 1 part of their contract. Yachtsmen alloAV 50 cents a day pel- head for food for the crow; while the captain's and mu.to's- tables will cost a littles more. At this rate, the board will amount to about $500 a month, or $.'{,500 for the seven months that the yacht is in commission. There are sure to bo small accidents on the yacht. Spars will be carried away, ropes parted, and perhaps sails torn. Then the boat will have to bo hauled out on the dry dock and cleaned several times during the season, and xpcrt pilots will have to be engaged to assist in sailing her over the unknown courses of the other side. If no senious accident happens, $3,000 will about cover tilie expenses. This foots up the nice little total of $288,020 which Mr. Carroll will have to pay for his patriotic mug-hunting expedition to the other side. This, too, is without his own incidental expenses, whlcli will be regulated according to the way ho entertains on board his own vessel. Of the four boats being built to do- fend the nun, the two building at Her- reshoffs will cost $00,000 each. Tho Paine boat will cost about $50,000, and the Stewart and Binney boat will cost; $45,000. The salaries of the four skippers will amount to $12,000. The four mates' salaries will aggregate $4,000. Those yachts will probably bo in commission live months, so that the salaries of the cooks and stewards will amount to $4,000 more. Tho crew will cost tlliolr respective owners about $25,000. Tho board of the crews will amount to .$10,000, figuring on thirty men, in addition to tho officers; and 1ho repairs, cleaning, pllot^ ing. etc., mav bo put down at $2,000 each, or $8,000 for tho four. This foots TO) to $288.000, which 1 will bo spent tliis Summer for the defense of tho old American cup.—Chicago, Journal, i i Milwaukee, May 11.—Fire gutted ih|e bedding factory of II. Penner & Co., ! 20l East Water street, last night, and damaged some of the stock of Joys Bros. & Co. It took two solid hours of hard lighting by the iiremcn to conquer the Humes. I I'lH building was n five-story si rue* | lure erected last year by Joys Bros. & ^o., at a cost of $80,000. H. Penner & iCo., who were burned out in the third Iward lire, occupied (lie south hall' of the building and tho owners had the north half. The National Distilling Company used the basement under H. Penner & Co.'s factory and a considerable quantity of wines and whiskies Avas stored there. Tho damage to the bidding is estimated at $!>,000, covered by insurance. The stock of H. Penner & Co. Is valued at $10,000 and was insurtd for $11,000. The stock of the National DIs- ItlHng company was not badly damaged, though some yeast machines were destroyed. The loss of the distillery people is estimated at $1,000, covered by insurance. The stock of Joys Bros. & Co. was not seriously damaged and $500 will cover the loss. The MenAsha pulley works turned out one pulley measuring 10 1-3/feet in diameter and four feet ta -widtj*. The rim oj nmr - / * aW DR. HALL MAY RESIGN. Will Leave tho Presbytery If Professor Briggs Is Expelled. Gflilcngo, Mhy 11.—"If tha general Visscmibly decides against Professor Briggs I shall withdraw from the Presbyterian church, for I could not consistently remain there," said Rev. Thomas C. Hall, tho briliant young pastor of the Fourth Presbyterian church today. "My views coincide so fully with those of Professor Briggs on the questions at issue that if the church expels him I could not conscientiously remain within the fold." Tho general assembly of tho Presbytcri'iin church, which may decide the famous controversy concerning Professor Briggs' orthodoxy, which has been waged fiercely for two years, meets at Washington on the 19th. Rev. Mr. Hall, by way of a last appeal for his friend, has written an article hi tho New York Evangelist, a church organ, »\i.trmly espousing Professor Briggs' side of the case. ATTACHMENT FOR $10,000. West Superior Iron and Steel Company Sued by Contractors. , Chicago, May 11.—An attachment suit for $10,000 against the West Superior iron and Steel (company, of West Superior, Wis., by the Iowa Iron works, of Dubuque, Iowa, was tiled In the circuit court today. Both concerns are builders of iron and steel boats. The loaw Iron works had a contract from the United States gvernment for the building of a steel cruiser and contracted with the West Superior Iron and Steel company for a. supply of steei plates to finish the work. Tho defendant, It is said, failed to furnish the plates. As the firm has property in tuts city the suit was commenced here. NOT HOME YET. Milwaukee, May 11,—United States Senator John L. Mitchell was expected to arrive hi the city from Washington today but he was unexpectedly detained in Chicago. Gen. H. O, Hobart received a telegram from him this afternoon to the effect that he expected to reach home tomorrow. MILLS' OPENING. He Addresses 5,000 People at the Auditorium. St. Paul, May 11.—Fully 5,000 people,. 1,000 of them being in the great chorus,, wore in the now auditorium, building lust night when B. Fay Mills, the great evangelist, made his initial appearance before a St. Paul audience. There was some confusion in tho seating of the immense throng, but matters were finally straightened out, and the evangelist delivered an eloquent sermon. COMMERCIAL RECIPROCITY. Ex-President Harrison Will Be in St. Paul and Speak, St. Paid, May 11.—The meeting at the Commercial club yesterday of the Joint committees having in charge tho reciprocity convention was largely attended, as usual. As the date for the convention draws near, it is becoming more and more apparent that the attendance will ,be flarge, D. JR. McGinnis, of Grand Forks, who was present, informed tha committee tlmt the city council of Wimaopcg had appointed an official committee of five to attend the convention, and that th» citizens of Winnipeg will send a committee of twenty-live. Mr. McGinnia also said that the Dnluth city council will probably attend in a body. Reports from Fargo, Grand Forks and other cities of the northwest are that they will all be liberally represented, Superior has also promised to send a big delegation. The committee decided to invite ox- President Harrison to deliver an a&dress. President 'Harrison is expected to attend the Loyal Legion reunion, which takes place a few days later, and it is hoped that the ex-president can be induced to come to St. Paul in time to attend this convention. Mayor Eustis of Minneapolis has accepted an invitation to speak, and so have J. J. Hill and James Fisher of Winneneg, W. B. Dean has also been Invited, William McKenzie, -a married man, having a, family at Lancaster; h$s appeared with, ifcflss pom Kwey, of soy Oity, la. '..'I..'-,- U3J -

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