Daily camera., 1901-08-02

friends first at Fort Stonemau," and
with tha, our army girl withdrew her
hand which hypocritical social ethics
prescribed she should extend. She had
even the hardihood 10 glance over her
stylishly-robcd shoulder and nod a
CHEEKY. insouciant farewell TO the fair
yet cloudcd face at the Pullman window.
Verify Floy's elasticity was equal to
her husbands.
Mr. McLane they had not met at all,
nor did they again, on that now un-
clouded wedding journey, once encoun-
ter her. II was easy TO trace the wan
derings OF this Manhattan magnate and
his lovely wife. Their movements were
the subject Of daily paragraphs in the
papers from San Diego to Seattle, and
no; until they had left Coronado Beach
did the Merriams go thithcr. Not until
the McLaIeS We're hera!ded at the Pal
ace in San Francisco did the happy
couple move on to Monterey, and there
one morning as they were at breakfast
the papers were brought in and there
was sensation. Merriam had not yet
begun - appear at table with that in
fallible symptom of the long married
couple-a newspaper for his own en-
,ertainment and silence for his wife
and be and she were glancing about the
great apartment and exchanging hap
py, low-toned condolences about their
surroundings and possibly their fellow
sojourners.
A man at an adjoining table, however,
had opened the sheet and suddenly ex-
claimed: "My God!" and this instantly
attracted the attention Of his wife, who
had resignedly accepted the situation
and was finding such consolation as she
could in studying the occupants of the
room. He began to read aloud: Mr..
John Harold McLGne, of New York, who
with his charming young wife has been
spending a few days in this city, was
shot and dangerously wounded while
stepping into his carriage in front Of
the University club at late hour last
night, his unknown assailant escaping
in the confusion that followed. The
ball, evidently a heavy oSe, struck him
with such force that the shock felled
him instantly. lie was carried into the
clubhouse again, where Drs. Storr and
Humphrey, who were present, made
prompt examination. 1t was found that
after striking full force and partially
destroying the contents OF fiat pocket
book in his overcoat the ball, DETECTED,
evidently, had torn its way round under
the skin of the left breast and burst its
way out below the armpit. Bleeding
was profuse and the shock severe, yet
the physicians think that the chances
are in favor of his recovery.
"There is much mystery about the
affair The coachman says man and
a woman walked up and down in front
of the club on the opposite side of the
street full half an hour before Mr.. Nc
Lane came out, he being accompanied
by friend who had formed one of their
party at whist. Instantly the strange
man left the side of the woman, hurried
across the street, and, placing his left
hand on Mr.. McLane's shoulder, turned
him sharply, and accosted him in a low,
somewhat angry tone. The moment he
spoke Mr.. McLane struck furiously with
his right hand at the others face, then
thrust it into his overcoat pocket, where
later pistol was found. 1t was at this
instant that the other fired. The car
riage horses, startled, attempted
to run, and by the time the
coachman had rcgained control
of them they were some dis
tance down the street. On his return,
Mr.. McLane was being borne into the
club. Quite little crowd had gath
cred, but nobody but himself and the
friend referred to, who was some
what intoxicated, had seen anything of
the shooting. A neighbor said he saw
q man and woman hurrying round the
corner but that was the last of them.
The police have clew which they re-
fuse to divulge. Mrs. McLane, who
was attending the brilliant reception
given at the residence of Hon. ]. l.. San
bourne, was not informed of the trag-
edy until an hour later, and was pros
trated by the shock. At three a. IN.
the wounded man was resting under the
influence Of opiates."
Breathless, Merriam listened, his face
paling, and breathless Florence watched
him. When the reader had finished
and his wife began to ask questions,
Florence said no word. Her dark,
pathetic eyes were fixed upon her hus-
bands pallid face, then timidly she
stretched forth her hand. Randy,
dear!" she whispered.
Merriam reused himself with sud-
den start. Forgive me, Floy, Floy