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The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04

clever comedians, and it is expected to be one of the bright spots of the bill. West & Van Stefan, a man and woman in a high-class instrum enta1, will undoubtedly be greatly appre- ciated, for they are skilled musicians and their repertoire is delightfully."- diversified. The Bruces, two colored . entertaine CTS, in comedy singing, talking and dancing skit of unusual attrac activeness, will complete the vaudeville features.
 The third installment of the fam ous "Adventures of Jack London in the South Sea Islands series. t"The Journeys End,'' and Nearly a Prize Fighter complete the bill.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04
 BRIDGEPORT AS T WAS 5
1O0-5O- 2o-YEARs AGO
(Taken from the Files of The Evening Farmer) %
 

of Daniel Ward to Jennie Patchen. The former is a well known miller and IS reputed to be worth $25,O0O. His bride-to-be is but 15 years of age. Miss Patchen was employed by Ward as a domestic, his wife being dead Friends of the girl say that Ward broached the subject of mar riage to Miss Patchen two weeks ago and she accepted him. The date set for the wedding is Sunday, Novem- Der 10. 1895. The ceremony will e peformed at Wards home
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04
FOOT. AND LEG FOR EVIDENCE

In the civil common pleas court to- day, wooden representation of a foot and leg to the knee was much in evil dence. This was used in the case of Patrick Heenan vs. Bridgeport Trac- tion Co. Plaintiff claims S1OOO dam ages for injuries received on July 31
 by his foot being run over by one of the conpany'se trolley cars Plaintiff himself testified as to the accident and then Dr. O'Hara, who attended him, Eas called to explain what might be the permanent result of the in Juries such as Heenan received. The case seemed productive of no interest save to those vitally interested in the case. The court reserved decision.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04
sERIOUsLY INJURED

A man by the name of Warner, at work on. the Silk factory building, on Crescent avenue fell from a. staging this afternoon and was seriously in 1ured One arm is reported broken and from appearances it was feared that bones about one of his legs were also broken. He was taken to his home in the neighborhood of the Poor House and Dr. Bennett was called to attend him.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04
TREAT=RELDEN

Miss Minnie Treat and Joseph Bel den will be married this evening at the residence of the brides mother, Mrs Nellie Trea 500 Seaview avenue. The wedding will be quiet one. none but immediate relatives having been in- vited to attend. There will be no wedding trip. The couple will begin housekeeping at once
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04
EIIKS WILL INITIATE
 MERCHANTS TONIGHT.

There will be a gathering of EIks at the clubhouse on State street to- night when the antlered herd will meet at the salt lick to initiate a number of prominent business men of Bridgeport. Following the session of the order in it's lodge room there will be a reception to the newly installed members. Exalted Ruler Daniel J Clifford will have charge of the mi tiatory exefcises.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04
ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO
TO REMOVE GREASE SPOTS

The spot should be moistened with & camel hair pencil, dipped in recti- fled spirits of turpentine-when it is Nd dry Fnoisten it with a little spirits of wine which will effectually remove any stain the turpentine may have
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04

The first basketball game of the season at the Long Hill gymnasium will take place Friday evening of th1s week, between the girls of the Long Hill gymnasium and the girls team of the O1ivet church. ..
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04
STATE STREET WIDENING

At the meeting of the Common Council last evening the petition for the widening of State street, explain ed in detail in last nights Farmer, was referred to the miscellaneous committee Councilmen Schmid and kutscher wanted it referred to the street committee, but Councilman Cur tis claimed it was, a scheme to pre- vent the widening of Fairfield avenue and reference to the miscellaneous committee was made.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04
SOCIAL AND PERSONAL.

The Ladies' Aid Society of the New field Methodist Episcopal church will have the annual church fair, this. evening and tomorrow afternoon and evening. Lunch willa be served each evening, beginning at 6 o'clock.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04
JUDGE BARTLErrs COURT.

An unconmonlys Interesting case is awaiting Justice F. A. BartIett's de- c1s1on. The case is that of the Ed ward Murphy Go. of Louisville, Ky, against a local saloon keeper. It is to recove- $1OO on a bill of goods for which the defendant paid the sales man who sold it to him.. The agent failed to make returns to the house and the latter c1a6ms that he was un- authorized to collect for the goods. Hall & Johnson are counsel for the plaintiff and DeForest 6 Klein rep resent the defendant
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04

Yeggmen blew open the safe of the postoffice at East Moriches, L. l., es- caping with $65O in money and stamps.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04

The gold reserve of the Bank of Germany increased 2,1OO,00O marks turing the week ended Oct. 30, to 2 = 430, 100000 marks.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04

MT. and Mrs. Herbert E. Reid, who were married in Detroit, Mich, on Monday, are expected to arrive in this city the end of the week ito make their home here. MT. Reid, who is the son of MT. and Mrs. Henry~C. Reid, of 30 Capitol avenue, and has been in business in Detroit for the ENast two and one-ha1f years, will go into business with his father who is watchmaker and jeweIer in this city. Mrs. Reid was Miss Lulu Webster of Detroit.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04

Miss Katherine Kearns of 699 Con- necticut avenue, for the past five years cashier at the Hotel Stratfeld, has resigned her position to accept one at the Dorsen's Dry Goods estab- lishment. Miss Kearns assumed her duties cashier at the latter place today.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04
JOHN l. COMING.

It is said that John L. Sullivan will favor Bridgeport with visit tornor- row and will be accompanied by "Par- son. Davies. They will no doubt get a fine reception
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04
SUNDAY SCHOOLS MEET.

Cambridge and the Major is Leonar'
 Stone of Medford.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04

Prof Daniel C. Guilty opened his class for ladies in ball room, fancy dancing and Gilbert work at Colonial hall yesterday afternoon at o'clock. There were a humber of attendants at the first lesson.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04
WILL MARY A CHILD

Considerable surprise has been oc- casioned in Trumbu1I by the an nouncement of the coming marriage
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04

JUST ARRIVED. FRENCH AND DUTCH BULBS JOHN RICK & SON.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04

Stamford, Nov. 4-Several addresses on the relations of a church pastor to the Sunday school and upon eff ciency and business methods in con ducting organization work in the schools were to be given today dur ing the sessions of the Sunday school convention made up of several hun dred delegates from Protestant churches of Connecticut
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04

JUST ARRIVED. FRENCH AND DUTCH BULBS JOHN, RECA & SON-
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-04

Another hurricane swept southern Iuzon.
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CHAPTER Nv.
After a Niqht of Fear.

The three men-Ilpgton and his
two companions-sat detected in their
badly leaking boat and watched Cap
tain Hardin's vessel fade away into
the distance Hernandez watched her
keenly as she disappeared. Into the
innermost recesses Of his mind he
tucked away the fact that she was the
steamer Princess of New York. Some
day that knowledge would be of use
to him. Hot ashes brushed against
Ilington's cheek; some rested on his
shoulders He shook himself like some
huge mastiff He seized the oars.
Come he said, we've got to get
out of this-and right away. This
boat is filling fast"
go to it, senior" said Hernandez
Row"
1t was not request; it was COM
mand 1t was strange thing that as
long as Ilington had borne the child in
his arms, Ilington had been the lead
er of the three. Now his independence
seemed to leave him.
For hours he rowed-he forgot he
was human being. His oars rose and
fell with the regularity Of machine
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naked-bounded upon the veranda.
For the love of God," he said, in
broken French, flee for your lives.
Pelee has broken loose"
Ilington, with the oilskin packet
still in hard, sprang to the edge of
the veranda and from there into the
street. He gave one look and then
fell back
by George, he's right" he shouted.
"Look-look.'
AnXiously he turned his gaze down
the hill Then with bound he was
off. III three minutes he was back
clutching his little daughter, Annette,
to his breast and dragging the frenzied
Manuella after him.
Shrieks from a thousand threats
rent the air without. Ilington glanced
into the street. His face went white.
Ashes, red-hot pieces of molten lava
were dropping in a shower.
Ilington, who had been holding
Annette, surrendered her in an instant
to Manuella He darted into an inner
room and opened the safe. From this
safe he took a canvas bag that jingled
with the gold pieces it contained. He
thrust this bag into one hip pocket of
his trousers, having already secreted
the oilskin packet in the other.
Come on" he shouted to the group
behind him. Its death to say here.
Come on down the hill"
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In a flash Pontos hand darted like
clutch the packet in it's grasp. The
American, for all his hugeness, was
quite as agile as the fat Ponto. he
snatched the packet away just as Pon-
to's fingers touched it.
Ponto's eyes Redeemed; his face
flushed suddenly. He fingered the hilt
of his knife and glanced toward Her
nandez.
Il will be careful to take small
chance with you, friend Ponto,' said
Ilington. He waved the packet to
ward Hernandez ''All in good time
senor," he said.
"The important question" went or
IIington, is this: Who is in posses
sion of the lost isle Of CHINA
bar? 1t belongs to me. | have the
paper title-at any rate l can obtain
it, but whom must we eject when we
arrive?"
Leave that to me-" said Herman
dez. I'VE shall wipe them off the face
of the earth"
A screen door swung open and a
native woman gaudily arrayed in
green and yellow stripes, her head
bound around with strip Of orange
colored linen, slipped through the door
leading with her tiny girl-a child
three or four years old.
The child saw Ilington and ran
unanimously toward him, clasping his
huge leg with her arms.
My daughter, gentlemen" said II
ington. She is all have. Her moth
er died when she was born and wheI
| die she will be the heiress to the
lost isle of Cinnabar-perhaps the
princess of principally, who knows
Manuella, her native nurse, carried
her out into the narrow white and
winding street, and together they hall
ran, half toddled down the hill.
Ilington resumed his own chair anG
once more exhibited the oilskin pack
ct.
The contents Of this packet-pos
sibly-will indicate the whereabouts
Of the lost isle of Cinnabar,' he said
Suppose we take a chance"
Break the seal, senor," saiG Ter
nandez.
Ilington started to obey-but some
thing happened.
With the suddenness of jagual
fleeing from the hunters, man-hal1
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native woman out upon the ladder
Courage, Manuella,'' he kept wbis-
/ pering; courage, Annette. They've
| got to help you OUT
| Captain Hardin leaned over the side
Let the woman and child come
aboard" he shouted; back there, men
back. Welcher, let them come aboard"
'Ah-h-h," cried Ilington in a tone
of relief With a final almost super
| human effort he lifted Manuella to the
| rail Of the Princess, safely aboard. He
was about to pass the child to her, but
| young Neal Hardin was holding out
| his arms.
I'm a good CATCH" said young Neal;
put it there"
Ilington glanced for one instant into
| the frank face Of Neal Hardin and the
captain of the ship. He drew sigh Of
relief He nodded swiftly.
| Whatever happens, thank God she
| Is in good hands," he said.
Captain Hardin put his lips to his
megaphone.
Put her about there he shouted
out; full steam ahead"
Even as he said it there was fresh
shower Of huge red cinders; some ash
some in molten state. There was an
added cry of agony from shore and
| sea. Even the refugees aboard the
| ship covered under the hail Of fire in
terror Suddenly at the captains side
| Manuella, the native woman, uttered
a gasp. A red-hot cinder of unusual
size had smitten her upon the temple
as she crouched low over little Annette
| Ilington. Clutching the captain by
! the arm she fell prone upon the deck.
Young Neal Hardin sprang forward
and caught the child before she fell
Manuella's breath came fast-the
thinnest portion of her skull had been
pierced by the jagged edges of the
cinder. Wild-eyed and frantic, but
well realizing that she was upon the
point of death, she caught young Neal
by the blouse.
st die-you take baby-some day
papa me-very-rich-"
She said no more. The captain bent
over her, rose and glanced at WEIGH
er significantly. Then he turned to
his young son Neal
Take the little girl into our cabin,
| Neal" he said. Give her to your
mother"
Neal clutched the warm bundle in
| his arms and staggered with it aft.
| AS Mrs. Hardin unwound the shawl
something dropped blinking to the
cabin floor. Neal seized it and handed
it to his mother
'It's a bag of gold," he said.
| No sooner had he said it than an
other object f1uttered to the floor
an oilsilk packet sealed with sealing
wax. Mrs Hardin placed the two upon
| a small stand set into the side wall of
the cabin. She continued to unwind
| the shawl. Again they started. Pinned
| to the child's dress was a crumpled
piece of paper, and upon the piece Of
paper was a hastily penciled scrawl.
Mrs Hardin read it. This is what it
! said:
L am Annette Ilington, heiress Of
| the lost isle of Cinnabar. l will be very
rich some day. Save my clothes and
! the oilskin packet until my father
comes for me or until / am eighteen.
l must look out for man with a saber
cut upon his face. For Gods sake
keep me SAFE"
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CHAPTER II.
The Lost Isle.


On the same day-the day of the
red death at Martinique-andb but two
short hours before the pilot put the
helm of the tramp steamer Princess
hard aport three men sat on the YER
anda of a low-roofed, white-walled
bungalow in ST. Pierre.
One of these men was Ilington, a
young American He passed around
a box of fragrant Martinique cheroots.
He folded up some half-dozen slips of
paper he had been examining and re-
turned them to another individual who
faced him from across the table.
"Senor Hernandez" exclaimed the
young American, ''for a week at least
half a hundred times-I have told
you your credentials were satisfactory
to me-"
Hernandez nodded gravely. He
thrust the papers back into a pocket
and tapped them significantly.
None could be better" he ex-
claimed grandiloquently, 81 am Her
nandez-that is all sufficient"
Suddenly the American turned and
faced the third member of the coterie
"And what" he exclaimed, what of
Ponto here?"
This third Individual was the
strangest creature of them all. He
was Mexican; dark, very dark; low
browed: and-fat.
Hernandez nodded significantly.
"Ponto, senior" he returned, lis as
good as gold. He, too, is brave
"Will he do as l tell him?" queried
the American
Hernandez bowed. You tell me,
senior, and tell him. He will obey"
The American turned his back for
a moment and Hernandez and Ponto
exchanged significant glances.
Ilington turned back to them. 1T
is agreed" he said, Il will take you
on. To have brave men one must
take a chance"
entered the living room, from there
disappearing through another door. In
a moment he was back, apparently
empty handed. Once more he seated
himself and then drew from the hip
pocket of his trousers a thin o1lskln
packet sealed with sealing wax. He
laid it on the table before him.
Gentlemen" he said, II am the
owner of the lost isle of Cinnabar.
My forefathers held the grant direct
from Spain. The lost isle of CHINA
bar is valuable isle Tradition has
II that upon If is located a quicksilver
mine-an ancient mine but little
worked. My mission is to seek that
island, to find it and to claim it for
my own"
Where is this lost island? ?" queried
the Portuguese.
Ilington nodded. 1.-The secret" he
returned. lies within this packet"
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FIRST INSTALLMENT
PR0L0GUE-THE SURVIVORS
CHAPTER /.
The Red Death.


Capt. John Hardin Of the Princess
regarded the fast-receding coast line
with unusual alarm He shouted to
his mate
"Welcher," he cried, pointing aft,
'look at that. I've never seen old Pc
lee act that way before"
Welcher, the mate, a surly, sallow-
faced, ill-conditioned fellow in un-
kempt uniform, followed with his eyes
the captains glance.
Gee whiz," he said, me neither"
Ben" exclaimed the captain, shes
splitting fire BY Godfrey, that means
death-death, l tell you, death"
This was back in 1902. The Prin-
cess, Captain Hardin's boat, was a
tramp steamer bound to New York
from the city of St. Pierre, in the
Island of Martinique, with a cargo OF
cocoa, coffee, sugar cane and cotton,
and had been under way probably an
hour
You're right, captain" he returned.
"Pelee means business this trip.
Death is right"
A feminine figure emerged from the
shadow of the afterhouse and rushed
forward toward the bridge. Behind
her, following in her wake, raced two
sturdy youngsters. One of these
youngsters darted past her, swarmed
upon the bridge and confronted the
captain and his mate.
He was Captain Hardins boy, Neal
the only child.
The other boy was the mates son,
young Joey Welcher, sallow-faced and
disagreeable like his father.
With the roar of thousand thun-
ders Pelee beloved forth
What are we going to do, Jack?'
cried the captains young wife; what
are we going to do?"
"Do" returned the mate, before the
captain could reply. put on more
steam, that's what we'll do. We're
well out of that hell-hole yonder. An
hour and we'd have been in the thick
of it, We're well out of it, tell you"
Captain Hardin applied his eye to
his telescope once more. The boy
upon his shoulder followed suit.
"Welcher," said the captain bravely,
we've got to go back"
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When the deposed monarch of Eu-
rope appeared on deck the officers and
seamen, without orders and moved by
a common impulse, uncovered their
heads. When Napoleon advanced to
the starboard gangway to view the
spectacle before him, great cheer
went up, and in the thunderous accla-
nation there was not a single note of
hatred or anger. Practically all of the
spectators uncovered and remained so
as long as Napoleon was in sight. For
days thereafter these scenes were re-
peated, and people gathered from all
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were swinging hammocks ready for
the night Mrs. Hardin listened. She
heard the clear tones of her young
son Neal. She fastened to the group
and caught her offspring by the hand.
"Mom," he pleaded, don't" He
pointed toward hammock high above
his head. That's where I'm going to
sleep-just once-tonight."
A seaman touched his cap and
grinned. He's a sailor from the
ground up, ma'am," he said. "You
can't make him anything else If you
was to try hundred years"
All through that long night woman
lay, wide-eyed, with dumb agony with
in her heart. She didn't know-she
couldn't know-that Capt. John Har-
din was exploring the depths unknown
with a knife sunk between his shout
der blades by his mate, Welcher. But
she knew that she would never lay
eyes upon him moreover feel the
clasp of his hand, nor his kiss upon
her lips, nor his strong arms about her
never in this world again.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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CHAPTER v.
A Night With Flame.

Young Neal Hardin was proud of
his fathers boat, the Princess. He
never ceased admiring her. There was
no part of her he didn't love. He was
well assured that she must hold the
same fascination for other people as
she did for him. He concluded that
little Annette Ilington would fall des-
perately in love with his huge boat
and he escorted that young lady to all
her little legs off.
They explored the lifeboats, the for
ward quarters of the crew; they Wis
tied the pilot; they climbed the bridge
Finally, they visited the hold. 1t was
we'll they did.
Something had happened-and had
happened on the day before while the
Princess lay off Martinique. Cinders
had fallen by the hundreds-a condi-
ton Of affairs that the captain ana his
crew had well prepared for. 1t was
impossible to be everywhere at once
and a cinder-a live, red messenger of
death-had taken advantage of this
condition of affairs had wormed its
way unnoticed into the cotton cargo,
and like red-hot cancer had eaten in
to it with fame.
With just the slightest trace of ex-
element Neal drew the little girl to
the deck and with her at his side
sought and found his father and whis-
pered to him.
The captain stiffened as with shock !;
his face turned pale. He held up a
hand and three members of the crew
rushed to him. He gave hasty, whis-
pered orders.
In ten minutes the fire hose was laid
out-men were working at the pumps.
But in ten minutes something else had
happened-the hold was filled with
smoke. Huge tongues of flame were
leaping heavenward. and in that same
ten minutes panic took command
pandemonium reigned.
Abandon ship" Hardin cried. "All
hands to the boats! Women and chill
dren first"
Two days later boatload of half.
SldIFSu refugees pdTCn6u WIN LQlTSJ
chilled by the cold night and baked
by the heat of day, were sighted by a
cruiser of the navy. Half an hour aft.
erwards it's exhausted passengers
clambered YEARLY but gratefully up
| the cruisers side.
The last Of the refugees to leave the
lifeboat and last Of all save the life
! boats crew to reach the cruisers deck
| was young Neal Hardin. Clutched in
! his arms was the recumbent sleeping
figure Of little Annette Ilington.
Mrs. Hardin was offered the com
mander's cabin. She accepted with
| gratitude. She tucked Annette Hingtou
and Joey Welcher into their berths
but when she came to look for Neal
| her young son, she found him missing
She searched for him. A seaman
| touched her on the arm.
You'll find him there, maam," said
the sailor.
He pointed toward a group in a cor.
ner of the sleeping deck. The crew
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reason to fear the vengeance Of the
mob. Instead, he was greeted more
as a hero than as an enemy.
When the English man-of-war Bel
lerophon arrived at Torbay, a most
novel and impressive scene greeted
the eyes of the Corsican prisoner. On
his arrival more than one thousand
boats, including every available craft
in the vicinity, foated around the Bel
lerophon, and more than 10000 pairs
of eyes were fixed upon the vessel in
the hope of catching sight of the i'm
perial guest.
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liuht of Other DAYS,

A very common form of light among
the Jews-and which we are told by
antiquaries is more often than not in
tended by the word lamp" in our
Bibles-consisted Of sort of advanced
torch made of iron or potter's earth,
around which was wrapped old linen
which required to be moistened from