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THE WATEETOWN RE-UNION. Revelations of An Ambassador-at-Large *4 Transcribed by H. M. Egbert from the private papers of an Englishman who for a time was an unofficial diplomat in; the most secret service of the British Government. (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) The sudden collapse of Bulgaria De- fore the united armies of Greece and Servia was a great triumph, for'the two leading powers of the Triple Al- liance, opening the way, as it did, to- ward Austrian hegemony in the Ae- gean. It meant that henceforth, in- stead of a single powerful confedera- tion in the Balkans, there would exist a medley ofdisunited, warring states. The British government had become convinced that trouble was brewing. England's relations with the dual mon- archy, which had remained friendly even after Austria's seizure of Bosnia, in 1909, had grown inexplicably strained. Sir Edward Grey had re- quested me to join Capt. Philip Mur- ray, the British military attache ac- companying King- Constantine's army in Thrace, and -watch the development of events. In the course of the interview which the British foreign secretary accorded me before my departure he indicated that Captain Murray would be able to give me certain information that might throw a light upon the problem which was to be solved. Captain Murray and I were seated upon our horses a few yards beneath the crest of a hill, watching through our glasses the attack of the Greek troops upon the Bulgarian positions. It was three weeks since the outbreak of the second Balkan war, and each day had seen 1 a signal triumph achieved by King-Constantine's splendid army. \It is amazing!\ I exclaimed as Cap- tain Murray unfolded the theme of our conversation. \It is the most astound- ing scientific discovery of the century along these lines. It will completely revolutionize the art of warfare.\ \It will abolish war,\ replied the at- tache, as he held the glasses to his eyes. The crested slopes two miles away were aflame with bursting shells. Be- hind improvised earthworks there the Bulgarian lines awaited the attack. Up the slopes struggled the heroic Greeks, decimated by the rifle fire of their concealed enemies, advancing, falling —but never falling back; advancing— always advancing. A line five miles in length, extend- ing from end to end of the wide val- ley, was sweeping upward to drive King Ferdinand's men from the hillB. Those hills were the key to another valley, dominated by another range. So, from hill to hill, the Greeks had swept each day, always fighting, al- ways conquering. The little scattered bands rushed forward, dropped, rose, advanced, died, or began crawling, wounded, hack toward the rear through the supports that came on behind them. The prog- ress seemed infinitely slow, and was possible at all only by virtue of the artillery, fire that played unceasingly upon the defenders. \Every modern hattle is won by about fifty resolute men,\ said Captain Murray, turning his horse's head to- ward mine. \How little stands be- tween defeat and victory only soldiers know. Of the thousand or so who finally attempt to rush the deadly fire zone of three hundred yards between themselves and tne enemy, half will he shot down. The rest press forward, waver—all hangs in the balance. Then, if the courage of the attack exceeds the resolution of the defense fifty men, inspiring the attack, lead their com- rades to victory. And therefore I say, given fifty men who cannot be killed, every attack can he pressed home— and the result i s the stultification of war.\ \It means,\ I answered, \a return to the old days of the svord and jbattle-ax. But for the necessary mo- bility of modern armies, no doubt the era of the high explosive would have landed us again i n the days of chain armor. If this bullet-proof cloth has actually been made—\ w Look at our man!\ replied Captain Murray impatiently. And twenty yards in front of the foremost Greek a tiny'figure, armed only with a sword, advanced non- chalantly. He seemed to bear a charmed 7Ife. Men .fell by dozens and scores, but he was untouched. He strolled to within fifty paces of the trenches, and, turning, waved his sword. With an exultant cry which faintly reached us the whole Greek force ran forward. For one instant the bullets reaped their gory crop; the next the Greeks were in the trenches, bayonet- ing the Bulgarians. And the man with the sword still led them. A prolonged shout, a fluttering Greek flag upon the hilltop, and the Bulgarians streamed away in wild rout, chastised unmercifully by the ar- tillery. \You see what one man can do,\ said Captain Murray to me. \What •would fifty do, then, dreBsed In this iullet-proof cloth? What would a Vhole army do?\ \We shall forget everything that has been learned of war since the days of Coeur de Lion,\ I answered. \Which means the end of war, for those days have passed forever,\ re- plied the attache. \That is what our government believes, and that is why, if Mr. Popopoulos' invention is proved to be what he claims, at the tests to be held in London, our government will purchase it. Mr. Popopoulos is a peace enthusiast, and has offered it to England as the nation most inter- ested in abolishing war.\ Now I understood the entire situa- tion. If the war syndicate got hold of the secret, and could communicate it to Germany, the kaiser would de- clare war on the nations of the Triple Entente immediately. And I knew- that the syndicate was hard on the trail of the secret. This explained the change in Austria's attitude toward England. This explained also Why the kaiser had gone secretly to his palace at Corfu, .off the west coast of Greece* and why Baron von Stamm, the Ger- man military attache with the Greek forces, and the bitterest Anglophobe in Germany, had been pestering Mur- ray and me with his attentions since our arrival. I saw the tremendous organization which was endeavoring to secure the secret; the international war syndi- cate, which, aiming at the exploitation of the wealth o£ the world, believed that they would achieve this end through German hegemony, and were behind every conspiracy designed to provoke universal carnage; the can- non makers, with their subsidized press, legions of spies, and greedy shareholders; the German and Aus- trian governments, whi,ch only awaited the possession of the secret to begin the world war. The kaiser had never forgiven his defeat at Algeciras in the preceding year, when he was forced to back down before the French and Brit- ish ultimatum. \As you know,\ said Captain Mur- ray, \the search for a bullet-proof cloth had been practically abandoned before Mr. Popopoulos came along with his discovery. The principle is as simple as it is ingenious. \The cloth, which is as filmy as silk, contains large quantities of tho- rium, which is used in the manufacture of incandescent gas mantles. Mixed with tellurium in certain fixed propor- tions, i t acquires the power of instant- ly converting energy, expressed in terms of motion, into heat. Thus the energy of the striking bullet becomes heat and ceases to be motion; the cloth grows incandescent and becomes cold again before the heat has even seared the skin. The bullet drops to the ground, half fused. \A bullet, striking one wearing this cloth, inflicts no shock at all, only a minute burn, and seldom that— and this although the cloth is worn next to the skin. And the unique fea- ture about it is that, unless one knows—\ He broke off suddenly, for at that instant a horse's head appeared over the crest in front of us, and Von Stamm came \into sight. He had rid- den up the other side of the hill, and It was clear from the expression upon his face that he had heard a good part of Captain Murray's explanation. \A glorious victory for the Hellenic forces, gentlemen!\ he said. \Who would have thought that discipline could have turned the cowardly rabble of 1897 into this conquering army?\ \But you must not forget the gun- nery,\ said Captain Murray. Baron von Stamm tried to remain impassive, but i f was evident that he felt the home thrust deeply. For the Greek guns were from tla Creusot workshops, and far surpassed the Bul- garians' Krupps. \Possibly when the day comes, Ger- many will show the world what her guns can achieve,\ answered the baron, turning his horse's head and riding away. Captain Murray and I looied at each other. Then we shook hands. When the baron was far down the opposite side of the hill we started to the place appointed, where we were to meet the inventor, after witnessing his exploits during the battle. Al- though Popopoulos was a Greek, he had given his government no Inkling of his discovery, wishing to put it to use with the power most bent on pre- serving peace among nations. Being a volunteer, the lax discipline of the regular army held him still more light- ly. His comrades, who had seen him cover his face and head with what they called mosquito netting, at first laughed at him as an original; now they held him to he a hero, but still none suspected that he was other than one of themselves. Popopoulos had escaped from their embraces into the little rendezvous among the hills, and he was waiting for us there. He was just Buch an enthusiast as I had pictured, a little, excitable man in the early thirties, who almost danced up to us. \You are satisfied, captain?\ he chattered in French. Captain Murray leaped down from his horse and took the little man s hand in his. \Mr. Popopoulos, y6u have proved the worth of your invention beyond all doubt,\ he said. \I watched you through my glasses and I know that no man could have stood where you stood and lived, unless he was bullet proof.\ Popopoulos took off the face net, and pointed to MB cheeks. They were flecked with what appeared to be mosquito bites, but the netting was intact \I am riddled,\ said the Greek, laughing. \I am a human sieve. But assure yourself, captain.\ He handed Captain. Murray his army revolver. The captain raised it and leveled I t at Popopoulos' breast. Be- fore I could intervene he had fired polntrblank: at him. The bullet seemed to drop at the revolver's mouth. Murray stooped down and picked up a shapeless lump of lead. It burned his hand, and he dropped it hastily. Popopoulos, who was standing un- harmed in front of us, smiled, and un- buttoned his tunic, tinder the linen shirt was a net of closely woven, yel- lowish stuff like silk, exactly similar to that which had covered his face. Upon his breast were a number of red specks, and a small raised lump like a mosquito bite. \Your bullet, Captain Murray,\ he said, smiling. \You see, nothing but a huge shell or a bayonet thrust can harm me. And I alone of all the world possess the formula.\ He tapped his chest, and now I per- ceived a little bag, woven of the same silken material, under the cloth, evi- dently containing a paper. The captain turned to me. \You ore satisfied now?\ he asked. \Entirely so,\ I replied enthusias- tically. \And let me congratulate you, Mr. Popopoulos,\ I added, \on having banished the curse of war from the world.\ The Greek's face fell. \Eh?\ he ex- claimed. \I hope not. Why, mon- sieur, I—I had forgotten—\ He buttoned his tunic and paced ab- sently among the rocks. We followed him. \Well Mr. Popopoulos,\ began Murray, \as we are satisfied, I suppose you will band over the formula to me. invites us to a camp supper tonight, and I suggested to him that I might be able to find you.\ It was evident that Von Stamm was hot on the trail. And the, inexplicable obstinacy of Popopoulos made our chanoes of outwitting the baron ex- tremely tenuous ones. There was a battle on the following afternoon, and another two days later, this one the most stubbornly contested of all during the brief campaign. For seven hours the Bulgarian artillery beat down that of th'e Greeks, and the Greek infantry,, prone in the valley, waited for the order to charge that could not be given. It was not until three in the after- noon that King Constantine brought up his howitzers and finally put the Bulgarian guns out of action. Then be- gan the advance of his majesty's matchless troops. Mowed down by hundreds, they advanced steadily, leaving behind them patches and pyra- mids of tall Euzones, stark in their starched white petticoats. But ever at the head of the advanc- ing troops, devoid of fear, a heroic figure among the bursting shells and rippling rifle fire, ran Popopoulos. When at last, by almost superhuman efforts and matchless courage, the Greeks closed with them, we saw the line of bayonets crown the hill, the sharp hand-to-hand struggle; and then the Greek flags went up, and the Bul- garians, utterly beaten, raced down the hill in panic-stricken confusion. Captain Murray turned to me. \I think,\ h e said emphatically, \that our friend Popopoulos will at last have seen as much of war as he wishes.\ And this prediction was true enough, for on the top of the hill, heaped round with stiffening: corpses, we found what had once been Popopoulos, but did not now bear very much resem- blance to him. It was chiefly by the sword, clut«hed fast in the right hand, that we wore able to identify h\m. The body was | entirely nude; there was a gaping Before I Could Intervene He Had Fired Point-Blank at Him. No doubt I can obtain permission from his majesty, King Constantino, for you to accompany me to England as my aid.\ Popopoulos turned abruptly upon the captain. \I prefer to retain the formula, Captain Murray,\ he said. \Understand it is not that I do not trust you. Von Stamm knows better than anyone whether I can be pur- chased. I have given my word, and it remains. But during the remainder of the campaign the formula remains With me, where nothing CM harm,' it,\ \The rest of the campaign?\ in- quired the captain. \Gentlemen answered Popopoulos, smiling a little sheepishly, \as a Sol- dier of Greece I intend to fight till the war is ended. I never guessed how magnificent war is. It is divine, glo- rious! And, as a patriot, it is my duty to remain with his majesty's army.\ The man's experiences of battle had utterly transformed his views, and no argument could shake him. Politely, but stubbornly, he refused to hand over the formula. After the war he would accompany us to England; for the present he would continue a soldier with the conquering Greeks. There was not much danger to Po- popoulos, for, as he had said, only a huge shell or a bayonet thrust could harm him. Against shrapnel the cloth was secure; and shells that burst on percussion are not used against infan- try. Nor does one often come to bay- onet work in modern warfare. The chief danger to be apprehended was treachery on the part of Von Stamm, \Well said Captain Murray to me at last, \it seems useless to attempt to change Popopoulos' mind. However, even if Von Stamm did get hold of the formula it wouldn't help him much, because Popopoulos has confided to me one point that he didn't write down, namely—\ A figure came striding across the rocks, not ten paces away. It was Von Stamm. He must have tethered his horse upon the heights, crept Up toward us among the rocks, and lis- tened—for how 1 long it was impossi- ble to surmise. \Pardon me, gentlemen,\ he said, with a sinister smile, \but his majesty wound In the throat and another throught the heart. The tunic had been slashed to pieces, and the fragments lay beside the corpse. The bullet- proof cloth was gone. Captain Murray raised his fist to ward the sky. \This is Von Stamm's work!\ he cried. \No bayonet could slash a tunic, nor would the Bulgarian's have any desire to strip the bodies of their enemies.\ In truth, Popopoulos was hardly cold, *nd the pursuing GreekB were barely a half mile ahead of us. As we stood there the artillery came thundering up behind us to take up position upon the crest. Riding be- hind the guns came a Bmiill group of officers, among them a tall, fair man of military bearing, dressed in a plain uniform with the general's crossed swords upon the shoulders. It was King Constantine. \What!\ he exclaimed reining in his horse. \Have they killed Popo- poulos?\ \Your majesty,\ I said, \that man was slain treacherously, and not in fair fight. Look: at the e 1 ripped body and—\ \The man seemed to brar a charmed life,\ his majesty interrupted. \No doubt the Bulgarians 'esnlved to kill him at ajl hazard.' \Have I your majesty's permission to avenge his death?\ inquired Mur- ray. \With all my heart,\ answered King | Constantine. \By the nay, has any- body seen Baron von Stamm? I should have liked him l\ have wit- nessed this victory. Frern li guns, you know—French guns!\ And, with an affectatlutt of light- heartedness which his iountenance belied, he rode on afl'-r the artil- lery. Captain Murray raised Ms arm and pointed toward the crest behind us. A tiny figure on a tiny horse was riding hard along the milltarj road that leads southward toward .Saloniki. \You know where he Is making for?\ asked the captain. \Corfu I answered. \And we must head him off before he reaches the island,\ i Few persons have penetrated the recesses of the kaiser's splendid pal- ace upon the island of Corfu. Built originally by that unhappy lady, ner majesty, Empress Elizabeth of Austria, as a place of refuge from the griefs of the Viennese court, it was purchased by the German emperor after her murder in Switzerland, by the anarch- ist, Luchesi, in 1898. 1 cannot say that his imperial maj- esty, with all his reputed taste as artist and architect, has improved upon the simple setting of the unhap- py empress. Where tall hedges of box lent the gardens an air of seclusion, one finds now open parks in the Prus- sian fashion, which may look better when the young forest trees have grown to maturity, but at present give the gardens a distinctly suburban ap- pearance. The simple structure of stone, quar- ried from the island rocks, has yield- ed to a brick-faced building with or- nate columns, the whole having an effect decidelly bizarre. However, it is no', my purpose to quarrel with the taste of William of Germany. Suffice it to say that Cap- tain Murray and I disembarked at the little town of Oneiros a week after the murder of Popopoulos. We had ridden hard, but our exhausted horses .had been outdistanced by Von Stamm's fresh one, and he had sailed by trans- port from Saloniki to Athens before we were in the outskirts of the for- mer city. That gave him a day's leeway, but our vessel left Athens only three hours behind his own. In the end, we entered Oneiros harbor just as the ship discharged Von Stamm upon the quay. I Imagine now that he did not know he was being pursued. In fact, he.must have expected us to go posthaste to Berlin, to seek him there. It was a deduction of my own that the kais- er's visit to Corfu, of which I had had secret information, was connected with the contemplated theft of the formula. But Von Stamm had not only taken the formula, but also the cloth. That much was certain. Ha must even now be having audience with the kaiser, and, once he had proved his case, war would be delayed just long enough to enable the cloth to be supplied to the German army. Three crawling hacks at the head of the wharf seemed to be all the loco- motion available in Oneiros. The sleepy little town was taking its siesta in the hot afternoon sun. Five miles away, upon a hilltop, I could see the outlines of the. palace build- ings set among the rhododendron clusters. \To the palace immediately!\ I ox- cmimed to the nearest hack driver. To my astonishment Captain Mur- ray seized me by the arm. \No. Let us walk!\ he answered. And he dismissed the man with a coin, while I let him set the pace down the dusty road, and so out of tho town into the country, where crops of currants loaded the vines on either side of us. \My friend, do you not appreciate the fact that we must try to catch Von Stamm before he succeeds in having audience with tho kaiser?\ I exclaimed. I had been perturbed during the whole of the voyage by my compan- ion's apparent indifference to the re- sults that hung upon the success of our undertaking. Now he replied:. \On the contrary, my friend, It Is essential that Von Stamm secures audience with the kaiser before wo come on the scene.\ \Captain Murray,\ I responded, \do you not know that the first thing the kaiser will do will be to test the In- vention? He will satisfy himself im- mediately as to its value—\ \Precisely answered Murray In a dry tone that nettled me, for I am not used to being kept in the dark, how- ever much I may delight in the mys- terious developments of diplomacy when I hold the key to the situation. \You understand, I hope,\ I said, \that if we aro outwitted, the British government will hold you respon- sible?\ ' \As for that,\ replied Murray, smM ing, \our friend Von Stamm has al- ready outwitted himself, and it Is solely for your own peace of mind that I have come on this wild-goose chase with you. There never was any danger.\ .1 was frankly bewildered. Halfway up the hill, Murray stopped me. \You are acquainted with the pal- ace?\ he asked. \Not since the days of her late majesty, Queen Elizabeth,\ I an- swered. \Nor I,\ said the captain. \How- ever, we may take it for granted that there will be no sentries posted out- side the grounds, his majesty being here incognito. Where would one Are a shot if one wished to prevent the report from being heard in the vil- lage below?\ \In Caesar's amphitheater,\ I an- swered, and the good sense of my companion in thinking of this reas- sured me somewhat. \The hills around it would certain- ly shut off the echoes,\ Murray pur- sued. \The kaiser has built a new bridge leading to it across that ravine, I believe. Then, if we hurry, we can reach the summit of the overhanging cliff in time to observe what Is taking place below.\ We set out now hotfoot, panting as we pressed aside the undergrowth, mostly rhododendron thickets, which had escaped from the cultivated grounds within. The air was aflame in the dreadful heat that sometimes comes to Corfu even in spring. When at last we reached the summit of the cliff, however, we felt rewarded for our efforts by the spectacle beneath us. The whole of the palace growls lay stretched out beneath our eyes: the brick-faced structure in the center, which even the work of reconstruction had been unable greatly to spoil, so fine had been the ooncoption of the original architect. Working our way to the edge of the precipice, Murray and i leaned over, thrusting our heads out from among the clumps of rhododendron bushes. So still was the air that we could hear the voices of two sentinels be- neath as one relieved the other. Then we saw three figures emerge from among the trees, cross the marble bridge, and enter the amphitheater. The foremost was the kaiser. It was impossib'e to mistake the short, erect figure, slightly stouter than of yore, but carrying itself with the same instinct of command. The second figure I thought I rec- ognized as that of General Holtz- hausen, of the general staff. It was impossible to be sure, but it made no difference, for the third figure waB perfectly discernible, even without the aid of our glasses. It was Baron von Stamm, and he wore, over his tunic, a veil of filmy yellow material, which shrouded him from head to feet. He had evidently sewn the whole piece together, so as to form a single garment. It gave him the resemblance of a cocoon, except that the transparency of the thorium compound lent a sort of illuslveness to the cloth. In the center of the amphitheater the kaiser turned abruptly, and, owing to the high walls of rook surrounding him, we could hear each word he spoke: \Herr Baron, you are willing to guarantee the safety of this material by permitting me to flre at you?\ he asked. Baron von Stamm laughed confi- dently as he answered: \Your majesty, before the fellow was dead I fired six balls at his body, and the bullets could not penetrate or even injure the cloth. Here they are!\ He held out something in one hand, and both the kaiser and General Holtz- hausen uttered cries of astonishment. The kaiser unstrapped a huge army service revolver from a belt about his waist, beneath the dust coat. \Herr Baron, will you have the good- ness to take your stand about thirty paces away, against that wall of rock?\ \I will stand at your majesty's feet and let you shoot at me,\ replied Von Stamm. Nevertheless, he obeyed the kaiser's injunctions, and, backing, reached the precipice beneath and a little to one side of us. The kaiser leveled Ms revolver. \Once more, Herr Baron, you as- sume tho responsibility?\ he called. \Entirely so, your majesty,\ replied Von Stamm. Crash! Von Stamm stumbled; a look of tragic surprise came over his face, and, clutching at the gaping wound above his heart, as though to stem the flow of his life's blood, he toppled over, dead. Before the kaiser and General Holtzhausen could reach his side Mur- ray had pulled me back through the bushes. \We have just time to reach our boat before sho sails,\ ho said. \You see,\ he added later, \tho tho- rium mantle has to be worn next to the skin. Von Stamm did not know that. He was wearing it outside his tunic on the road to Saloniki. The thorium does not have the needed ef- fect except at tho body temperature of 98 degrees.\ PLEASANT PATHS OF YOUTH Life's Ways Made Easy for the Young Man Who Belongs to the Mod- ern Generation. \Mother said the eldest born, \did you put the family poker chips in my trunk?\ \Yes dear.\ \And you have packed my medicine ball, golf clubs, baseball bats and ex- ercising machines in their cases ready to ship by express?\ \Yes dear.\ \Have you Instructed the garage to go over the motor car and, aftor fill- ing it with oil and gas, have it in front of the house at nine o'clock?\ \I have, darling.\ \Have you told father to deposit a thousand to my credit at the bank?\ \Yes pet.\ \Then said the youth, with a bright smile of approval, as he looked up from the batting averages, \there is really nothing else to do, mother dear, but ring up the president of the college and tell him I will be there at 4:30 tomorrow afternoon.\—Life. SWINGS BOY FROM PATH OF ENGINE Taken at His Word. The smart young man—his school honors thick upon him, and his inten- tion to teach the world in general, and his father in particular, tho man- ner in which up-to-date commerce should be conducted'—stood earnestly holding forth in his father's office. \You may rely upon me, sir/' he was saying with perfervld emphasis. \I will devote my whole life to the in- terests of the business. It shall be my aim and ambition to keep the fam- ily name free from stain.\ \Good!\ said the old man, gruffly. \That's the spirit. Tell the office boy to give you the whiting and ammonia; then go and polish up the brass name- plate on the door.\ Laudable Ambition, \What Is that little sawed-oft man always so busy about?\ \He is trying to accomplish some- thing that will cause the community to look UD to him.\ - Railroad Company Will Reward Brakeman Who Risked Life' to Save. Boy. New York.—Because he risked his life to save that of a little boy, Harry H. Duey, a brakeman employed by tho Pennsylvania Hailroad company, re- ceived a letter of congratulation and special commendation from the acting president of the company. Incidental- ly, he i s in line for immediate promo- tion. Duey, twenty-seven years old, and for five years in the service of the railroad, was on a train of loaded cars descending a heavy grade on.the Snowshoe branch of the Tyrone divi- sion of the road from the coal mines of Centre county, Pennsylvania. As the train swept around the curve the rails for a great distance ahead were Reached Out With the Other Hand. hidden from the view of the engine driver by a string of empty cars drawn up on a siding. Suddenly the form of a boy, three years old, son of a miner, appeared between the rails In front of the train. The engine driver at once threw on tho brakes, but the weight of the load- ed cars was so great that they slid along the wet rails at great sp^ed. Without a moment's hesitation Duey, realizing the sliding of tho cars meant death for the child, ran along the running board at the side of the onglne, crept down to the pilot, grippod an iron bar with one hand and then reached out with the other, He caught the child firmly by tho clothes, lifted him free of the engine and swung him back upon tho run- ning board and to safety. Duey i s an athlete and active in tho affairs of the Young Men's Christian association. So greatly did tho officers of tho railroad admire his bravery that his photograph and an account of his act were ordered printed and distributed to every employee of tho railroad. SHOCK TO KINSTON MORALS Negroes Play Cheokers on Privileged Street of Staid North Carolina Town. Klnston, N. C—Charles Dunn, q negro, and a man named Canady wore playing checkers on the porch of an ancient building at tho corner of Quoon and King streets recently when a cop caught sight of them. It lan't a crime to play checkers, but few people are aware of it, though it is a misdemeanor under the city code to play games of amusement on Queen street, What the court had to determine, it was stated aftor the arrest, was whether tho feet of Dunn and Canady, who were seated In the porch, wera touching the pavement or not. Their logs were dangling near the ground if not actually touching it. ' It was the first arrest, so far as any one could recall, under the ordinance. GOAT LOSES HEROIC FIGHT Makes Courageous Effort to Butt Long Island Express Train Off the Track. dayvllle, L. I.—Because Martin Con* way Is section boss at Sayville hia goat seems to have the notion that ha owns the track, or at least holds un- disputed right of way on the Long Is- land railroad. Ho protested against tho Patchogue Express, which had just pulled out <% Sayville station, running with wide open throttle, and took his position on the track. The engineer slowed up just as the animal locked horns with the cowcatcher, and for a quarter of a mile the train backed the goat, the determined ani- mal butting the cowcatcher all the way. Tho goat was unable to shove the train backward, and when a boy sig- naled to him he jumped off the track and allowed the train to proceed. Warden Bans \Dope\ Kiss in Prison. Seattle, Wash.—-Cbunty Prison Su- perintendent Hally has put the official ban on the kissing of prisoners by vis- itors. Recently he found that dope was being transferred to prisoners by the Up-tO'Iip route.
