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Daily Kennebec journal., 1901-12-02

Fred Libby returned To his studies At
Nndovtr Mass. Friday. after a short
visit with Gardiner relatives
Daily Kennebec journal., 1901-12-02

Mr. and Mrs. n. w. Groves hav. re-
turned from Norridgewock, where they
have been passing a few days
Daily Kennebec journal., 1901-12-02

Mr. ana Mrs. j. Il, Hickok went I"
Lynn. Mass. Friday. where they VIII
remain for the winter.
Daily Kennebec journal., 1901-12-02

Mr. and Mrs. {. \. Knight returned.
Friday from Brunswick. where they
passed Thanksgiving with Mr.. knights
parents
Daily Kennebec journal., 1901-12-02
GARDINER.

Mr. and Mrs. John Kinds returned to
Brunswick Friday
Daily Kennebec journal., 1901-12-02

Miss Evelyn Pelcher went I" heI
home in Watcrvillc. Friday. TO remain
over Sunday.
Daily Kennebec journal., 1901-12-02

Harry II. Gillespie has reported fo
duty from furlough.
Daily Kennebec journal., 1901-12-02

Ned Tlne returned, Friuay, to his
duties II Bath, having passed ThankS-
siyins i'll this city
Daily Kennebec journal., 1901-12-02

William Merrill Of the Bath polite
force. is visiting his brother John, the
r,bbossaecOntee guide.
Daily Kennebec journal., 1901-12-02
NATIONAL HOME.

W. NJ. Terrill reported for duty, Fri
day, from furlough.
Daily Kennebec journal., 1901-12-02

Mr.. G. H. Oldham went To Bangor.
Friday. after a short visit at her former
home in this CITY.
Daily Kennebec journal., 1901-12-02
HALLOWELL.

Tom Emery is i'll at his home on Lin
coin street with pneumonia.
Daily Kennebec journal., 1901-12-02

Harry Berry went, Thursday night. to
Boston. where ~ has accepted posi-
tiOu.
Daily Kennebec journal., 1901-12-02

Recently onc dan receipts OF cattle in
the Chicago market was 4.i73 head. This
is the largest single days receipts On
lecord
Daily Kennebec journal., 1901-12-02

Mr.. and Mrs. Frank Avery have re-
turned to their home in LeWist"h' alter
Daily Kennebec journal., 1901-12-02

H. ). Webster went u Boston. FRIDAY.
on 4 short business trip.
Daily Kennebec journal., 1901-12-02

oscar Baker returned. Friday. 10
Waltham, Mass. where he is employed
Daily Kennebec journal., 1901-12-02

Mrs. NJ G. Atkins has returned from
4 weeks visit ut Boston.
Daily Kennebec journal., 1901-12-02

or in other words. men with
good sound hearts, are not very
numerous. The incre easing
number of sudden deaths from
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CHAPTER w.
WHO Is 2. R.?

The years since Paul entered upon his
studies under Robert Delaine have rolled
round until they number five. The success
attained by him in his art has been equal
to the ordinary labor of thrice five years.
In person he has grown from the some
what ungainly figure OF his boyhood into
handsome manhood.
In character he IL all that one could de-
sire. lacking only. like the young man
whom Jesus loved at first sight. the one
thing needful-the life OF God in his soul.
Like all other PARTISAN artists. he is Just
now full Of excitement. for to-day Is the
show-day Of the great annual exhibition
Of new artists work, and older artists
latest work.
Sitting alone over his solitary dinner
Robert Delaine. his devoted friend. as well
as master in art. is away attending the
sick bed of his mother-Paul's mind 10 fuh
of many thoughts.
He is full of . yelled impotence to zee
the evening papers. and more than oncs
glances ut his watch, eager for the mo
mcnt when the damp. freshly printed
sheets shall b brought in.
He has, for the FIRST time since his arrisai
in Paris. failed to be present at the great
viewing Of the pictures. His masters ab-
sence-Paal had always gone In company
with his master or these occasions-to-
gcther with other reasons best known 10
himself. have kept the young artist away
from the gallery to-day.
Now he watts impatiently the coming OK
the evening papers, that he may-Ah! hefe
. The sesvaut, and Paul'b eager myers soss
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Renouf needed a friend. When a boy Of
his age and his temperament talks Of seek
ing death As q deliverance from the horrors
of the life he leads. 1t IL time. argued the
kindly sallor, that some hand was stretched
out to help and save him.
How old are you. Paul?'' he presently
asked.
Fifteen. Captain!' replied the lad.
Fifteen, Ell? Why. my son. you'd pass for
II in the cities. especially II you were
clothed like the youths Of II are there"
Wondering what these inquiries might
mean. Paul now. gave all his attention to
his friend.
h sailor pointed to the painted rocks
as he said: And you ave learned to do all
this without a teacher. ehy"
Eyes, and to max my own paints and
brushes!" said Paul. with a touch Of al
lowable pride In his voice, as he spoke.
Slowly. every word falling singly and de-
nberately. the schooner's captain said:
Good. Paul! and IL you have done all this
without help Of teachers or tools. what
could you have done with them?'
The boy did not speak, but his face, his
eyes. told a wonderful tale of possibilities
at the bare suggestion OF such help.
Now listen to me. Paul." began the
sailor. Il promised your mother before she
died tina. I would help you and befrdend
you. II ever I saw that there was a need-be
for It. Tonight I know that the moment
has come when ] ought to fulfill my prom
ise."
Gazing bewildered into the honest face Of
the captain. the boy Questioned in a Won
dering voice: "You-promised-my mother
captain! WHY. how-what does It mean7
Did you know her?"
Andreas Dupuis gazed a moment or two
outward over the sea. Then bringing his
eyes back to the lads face. his voice
sounding husky and shaky, he said: did I
know your mother. Paul? Aye. lad. I did.
1 loved her. She was the only woman in
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CHAPTER III.

70 ouA ASWIluk tH0 6ohSSs
CHAPTER III.
IN ROBERT DELAINE'S STUDIO.
Through all his after life Pau! Renouf
never forgot that first night at sea. when.
eight days after the events narrated in our
last chapter, he left his home on board
Andreas Dupuis's taut little schooner.
The little ship had arrived that morning.
and Andreas had managed to exchange a
word with the expectant. excited lad. bid
ding him be on board at midnight. at the
latest.
1t was barely II when Paul had stolen
down through the silent quay. and dropped,
light as q cat. upon the deck OF the
schooner. where the sturdy captain sat
smoking a great black. wooden pipe. and
thinking about the dead woman who held
his love. and whose eyes were so won
drously reproduced in the lad he was help
ing that night to start upon n real life.
There were very few words spoken be
tween the captain and his passenger on
the arrival Of the latter, but the hand
grip they exchanged spoke volumes.
We'll get under weigh at once" said the
kindly sailor. for tide serves well. and ]
am glad that you have got down an hour
earlier. Paul"
Captain and the four lands were soon
busy working the vessel out. while Paul
looked back with mingled feelings upon the
silent, moonlit village. where he had been
born and had spent every day Of his life
since.
Not q light was to be seen in any house.
not a sound came up from the little sleepy
hollow. save a wheezy bark from an ancient
dos, who lived in q barrel In the yard Of
the inn.
Two regrets only filled the mind Of the
young fugitive-the one. that he could not
take his mothers grave with him: the
other. that 4 girl with so pretty a face and
graceful a form as Hates, should have
proved herself to selfish and unsatisfactory
. friend.
"only H." he unused. 'and yet she is a
real %coquette. and plays ducks and brakes
with her sweethearts hearts-always cast
ing away the one when she can seq her
way clear TO make more ribbons and
trinkets and comfits out Of another"
He was Just wondering within himself
whether he should find the girls in the city
as frivolous and selfish and inconstant as
Kate. when the schooner cleared the break
water and stood out Stewards. Then the
beauty Of the night scene obliterated every
other thought from his mind.
Smoothly. swiftly. the handy craft danced
over the moonlit waters. the great stars
seeming to bend down to greet the boat at
every lifting Of her PROV.
Andreas sat aft. the silver light giving
sharpness to every line of his face and
figure. as silhouetted against the darker
stern nc with calm. confident grin. he held
the tiller of the speeding ship.
The nearness to the water. the spacious
depth OF the blue, arched vault of the violet
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sky above, the limitless stretch Of ocean
waste around-all this made a charm to
Paul, that had something Of " in 1t.
Hour after hour the vessel sped on her
way. Paul elected to hold the deck through
the night. for the witching spell OF is
fascinating beauty was upon him.
Other vessels he saw that passed them in
an opposite direction. but nothing passed
them going in the same course. since there
was scarcely q vessel afoat. unless 1t was
some clipper yacht or fast-going steamer.
that could travel as the Sprite, as the
schooner was called.
Daybreak found them flying over the
waters Of the Seine each moment taking
them nearer n nearer the gay French
capital.
For a few hours after the early breakfast
Paul consented TO sleep. that he might be
fresh when night came.
It was three days after Paul Renouf's
flight from home. and barely 10 in the
morning. Andreas Duouis. his friend. had
arranged with the great artist. Robert De-
laine. to give the lad an interview. and
Paul was waiting In a kind OF studio ante
room, that was divided from the artists
chief studio by q heavy Eastern hanging.
Paul has forgotten all else save the won
der OF the artists creation that rests upon
the great easel before which he stands.
Time 10 torment" he had once told An
dreas Dupuis. but this morning there Is no
such = quantity as time in the conscious
ness OF the lad.
Twenty minutes have passed since he
took up his position before the wonderful
canvas upon which his delighted eyes are
fixed.
The dividing curtain Of the anteroom is
suddenly lifted, two Of Its massive wooden
rings clash together. but Paul does not
hear.
Framed in the opening between the two
studios the artist stands. watching the rapt
face Of the boy.
Paul sees. hears nothing. The artist Jets
the ufted curtain fall carefully back htoits
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the world whom I ever cared to exchange
a smile with. We were betrothed-for she
loved me as truly, as fondly as I loved her.
Then there canfe the time when l must
needs serve in the navy. ! was away for
two years. Two months after I left in my
vessel a cousin Of mine. who was serving IN
the same ship. and whose name was the
same as mine, was killed by falling from
aloft. Your father, who hated me. and
wanted to get my sweetheart from me. saw
the account of the death in the paper,
made some private inquiries, found out that
1t was not me. but my cousin. who had
been killed: then deliberately set himself
to my loved one, until"
The sailor clinched his hands. and, turn
ing his head, ground HIS teeth savasely. at
the remembrance Of the. tailor's treachery
and Of his own fearful loss.
When he had recovered himself sufficient
ly to proceed, he went on. II can't tell you.
Paul, all the hendish treachery and evil
your father practiced, but he outwitted me.
robbing me Of my promised wife. He took
advantage of my darline's- friendlessness
and poverty. and her. weakness the result
Of an illness. following the shock OF my
supposed death,, until. spiritless and almost
will-less. more to be rid of his prosecutions,
and hoping, expecting. that death would
come to her speedily. she married him.
within q week Of his marriage he had
logged her with a strap. and had told her
that I was still living: that 1t was a cousin
of mine who had been killed; that he had
known this all the time. and that 1t was out
of hate to NE that he had lied as he had,
and that he had married her for the same
reason. declaring that he never had any
love for her.
Il saw her. unknown to him. three times
after her unhappy marriage. But for her. I
would have slain him. for I was wild
enough In heart In those days. and knew
and cared nought for God or my soul.
I told you just now. Paul. 1 saw her
Just before her death. and promised her !
would be q friend to you.
she IL in heaven now. Paul"
Laying his broad, thick, work-horned left
hand on the lads shoulder. and looking him
straight in the eyes. he doffed his hat with
his disengaged right hand-it was an act OF
silent reverence for the dead. Paul. dear
lad! you are like her whom I loved. whom
I love to-day as much as ever I did. and
whom ] shall always love. I have watched
you grow up. and have always loved you
because Of YOU likeness to her. There IL not
one atom OF likeness In you to your
wretched father-it IL hard to think that
o are in any sense his offspring; 50. for
your own sake. as well as for hers. and for
my promises sake, you shall have the
chance in life that you need-that is, as far
as 1t lies in my power to help you to 1t.
NV ~listen-because I cannot stay longer,
~ A., -.A.A AAl- AfA- a. -h1,,k atohf
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CHAPTER vi.
THE HAPPY aEQuEI

oNSCSA
When. next day. he called at Daisy's
lodgings. he was told that she was slightly
feverish. hi hat the doctor had decreea
she should keep her bed that day.
"Mademoiselle sends her gratitude to you.
Monsieur" said the concierge, in reply to
his messages to the young girl. and says
that IL she ID well enough she will be pleased
to see you tomorrow. and give you her
thanks from her own lips"
Next day he called again. and this time
he was told that he migh see mademoi-
selle."
When he was shown into her room he
found her sitting in . n old-fashioned. thick
ly cushioned. ~hish-backed chair. that wss
drawn up close to the open window.
Her pale face flushed with . pretty glow
rs Paul Renouf walked over to where she
sat. saying as he extended his hand: "P1eass
do not rise. Mademoiselle. How are your
Foryetful of the actual question put to
her, the girl. who was still weak, said
eagerly: 'Oh. how can I thank you. Nom
sieur. for all you have done for mel"
Don't mention 1t, pray. It was so little
I did," he began. d
She interrupted him. Don't speak Of is
Monsieur" she cried. ''why. 1t seems to
me I must speak Of It - long - I live. But
for you I might v drowned. or suffered
some worse fate At the hands Of that terri
BILE man who threatened my life."
Paul Renouf was never quite sure that
his watch had not played him some trick
that day. for he could not believe that he
had been with Daisy Demonte more than a
quarter Of an hour. when the entrance OF
the old house servant with . cup Of strong
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fruits of his brush had been chiefly given.
but never In his life before had such a
tribute Of praise been paid to him as this
word Of the boy artists.
night Paul Renouf was domiciled
beneath the great masters roof as pupil
and friend. n began his career as an art
student, under the greatest living French
master Of his own peculiar style.
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TOLD UNDER
THE STARS.

I the sailor prospect, AZ he added. except
that I could not paint there, I suppose"
No one. not even Paul, had ever known OF
the interview between the hardy captain OF
the little French schooner and tho dead
mother Of our hero.
Six or seven times a year. on an average.
the sailor brought his little ship I'M at
the tiny quay inside the natural break
water. beyond the entrance to the creek. on
whose banks the village was built.
At such times he would manage to have a
pleasant word with the children about. but
a keen observer would have noticed that
Paul was the chief object Of his interest
The boy had learned to love 'h's swarthy.
ear-ringed, mahogany-faced sailor, whose
deep voice would be filled with such a rare
and tender sweetness as he gave him his
customal- salutation, well. sonny boy.
how are your
1t was when Paul was 15 that the crisis
came into his life that was to change It's
current and TO put his foot upon the first
rung of that ladder Of art. up which he was
destined TO climb to 30 high q place.
CHAPTER II.
THE CAPTAIN AND THE SCHOONER
One evening, half an hour after Paul had
been released from the-to him-hatefui
other exercises Of the tailoring craft, to
which his father kept him closely bound.
he was down on the beach. busy at hie
loved eccupation-painting.
the ten and a half hours Of closest
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thousand times. though he lat never put It
into words for himself.
But Andreas Dupuis waited. and Paul
gave him the unqualified 'Yes!" which sent
the sailor back to his ship content. and. at
the Same time. put a song in the boys own
soul, that no drag of the boulet during the
next eight days could quiet.
Paul lived on through those days as one
who holds q passport for paradise. and who
Is hourly nearing the gates.
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til. paper open at til. first reviews of the

the paper open at the first reviews Of the
pictures.
The names Of many artists whom he
knows catch his eye. To some there Is
given unstinted, ~unbounded praise, and his
cheeks flame with the color OF a great glad
ness.
There are the usual cold nippings OF
frosty, fault-finding, harsh reviews, passed
upon the works Of some Of the other
artists. and Paul's kindly nature shivers at
the thought OF how those men will suffer
when they read these adverse cIiiiJles.
Then, with keenest delight, he reads one
OF the most eXtravagant eulogies of an un-
known artists contributions to the exhibit
tion.
During his five years residence in the
gay city. as a patient, Woodworking,
genius gifted student. Paul has read many
favorable reviews of various artists work.
But never before has he seen a delighted
curiosity over an unknown mans work half
SO eulogistic as this evenings review OF
the anonymous painters work. that has to-
day surprised and delighted all who have
seen the two pictures mentioned in the re-
view.
THAT these two wonders OF the brush"
the review went on to say, "can be the
work Of the same artist, and he a man
whose style is not even recognized. and
who modestiy wells his genius behind two
initials. is just one Of those delightful sur
prises that come to the art world on all
too rare occasions.
IF We were not too we'll acquainted with
the inimitable style of that great master
of two classes Of work-portraiturc and sea-
scape-Robert Dslaine. We should have de-
clared that these two canvases were his,
since the two pictures under review are
specimens of these same types Of work.
"The portrait. which. strangely enough. Is
Of our great master. Robert Delaine him
self. is one Of. II not the most, marvellous
portraits eyer painted and exhibited In this
city.
THE seascape In a w~ondrously realistic
bit Of work. q small schooner sailing over a
moonlit sea. with the mouth Of the Seine
full in view.
1.-THE craft il making for the river. On
her deck, gripping the tiller. sits a perfect
type Of the rugged. handsome Breton cap
tain of a small coaster. while seated to
leeward. and Just in the waist Of the ship.
is a lad. not q sailor, with a pale. refined.
dreamy face, whose eyes evidently see moth
ing but the ethereal beauty of that witch
ing night"
Paul had read thus far. when. amid the
sound of an arrival. the strong. rich.
CHEEKY voice Of Robert Delaine came up
the staircase, clear and full.
Leaping to his feet and throwing wide
the door. Paul shouted: Welcome. well
come. master!"
AYE. Paul." responded the great man:
there's no place like ones own house. and
no friend like Paul Renouf."
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1901-11-26

as fast as it is possible to do SO. that
he may make room for others. When
ever friends or relatives desire that
patients shall be returned to them and
it is deemed safe they are allowed to
go. AT the same time we have appli-
cations from managers of county asy-
lums for removal of patients to the
state hospitals which we are compell-
ed to refuse because we have no place
for the patients"
by our reports just made it is
shown that at the present rate of in
crease of insanity in Iowa we will
have to build another hospital every
ten years. This is an alarming condi-
ton of affairs. The present hospitals
can be enlarged by addition of cot
tages and room be made for them, but
the state will probably never be in a
position to care for all the insane of
the state at the state hospitals. But
we are not trying to get more patients
for these hospitals. We recommend
laws that will reduce the number by
shutting out those dumped on us from
other states.
mo, the purposes of the board are
misunderstood in this matter of regu-
lating private and county asylums. We
have adopted only what we regard as
reasonable regulations, and if they are
lived up to or approached it will be
better for the unfortunates of the
state"
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PoSTMASTERS THE VICTIMS.
Green Goods Game With Stamps Work.
ed on MANY of Them,

New York, Nov. 22-According to
reports current here the best men in
the United States secret service and
the cleyerest inspectors in the post
office department are trying to ascer-
tain the details of new green goods
scheme, worked until week ago from
Manhattan, and at present operated
from Jersey City and Chicago. The
victims are second. third and fourth
class postmasters, who do not dare
complain to the authorities.
1t is said that since July 1 more
than thousand postmasters have
been swindled out of sums ranging
from $3.50 to $1,000. The principle Of
the swindle is the same as that of the
old-fashioned green goods game, but
only postmasters are invited and
they are urged to purchase instead of
OF money postage stamps from "the
undestroyed plates of the government
plates and stamps which, of course,
are not in existence The postmasters
are lured to this city by samples sent
by mail. These samples are genuine
stamps and not counterfeits. When
the victim reaches the city all the old
fashioned tricks of substitution are
practiced
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It Dazzies the World,

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