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The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-09-09
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1 denly in his as he assisted her into
 the waiting hack. "Only two months
 more now in which to enjoy our inde- pendence," he whispered as they rat 1 tied off. Don't work yourself down | in the meantime"
 I've left the most of that to New York dressmakers. mean to have
 the 1olliest time of my life out here in l the woods-with you. Dick. before the
 sad end"
 And I mean to help you. By the way. there's the cutest little girl ever put up at the Inn" where we are all | staying. Emily Carson. her name is. She'll be no end good company for us
 on our rambles," he smiled, should
 we happen to require such a commod- ity.
 "Emily-Emily Carson? Why, know Emily well.-very well. As a matter
 of fact we are second cousins-or first | cousins once removed, I believe 1t is.
 Didn't she tell you?' I-why. no. To tell the truth, I don't think I've ever mentioned you to | her"
 Miss Conrad glanced at him quickly. By name. of course" he amended. catching her look
 For half an hour they whirled rap idly and almost in silence over the nara clay road that wound in and out | of innumerable clumps of gold and | green and crimson-tinged October | trees. Presently a picturesque little village loomed Into view. and a few
 minutes brisk driving brought them | to the door of the 'Inn." I'll give you until just 80 to be down." said Westchester; that will give us plenty of time to walk to the
 lake and back before supper. Can you
 manage it?"
 Miss Conrad smiled archly down at
 him from turn in the old fashioned | stircase. Its only a bit after four" she said: do I look so very cindery?" Two days went by-days that would | always stand out in Letitia Conrad's
 memory as the happiest of her life. She was sitting by an open window,
 idly turning the leaves of a periodical
 when a light tap on her door reused her abruptly. chasing the musing | smile from her eyes. "Oh. is 1t you. Emily? Come in and
 talk to me. I'm so happy today, I
 want to talk to some one. Sit down yes. right there opposite, where I can see you. You look rosy child. Have you been out in the sum" The girl laughed a little confusedly
The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-09-09
FUNERAL OF J. D. MALLETT.
Well Known Citizen of Birmingham
 Who Died In GreenYlIle.

Who Died In GreenvIIfe,.
 Greenville. Sept S.-(Special. l- This morning John D. Mallett of Bir- mingham was buried in Magnolia Gem etery beside his wife, who preceded him to the grave some years ago.
 Mir. Mallett came to his old home. Greenville from Birmingham on a vacation. several weeks ago. He had been engaged in the railroad busin ass and his health becoming somewhat impaired he was given a vacation When he came to Greenville. where he was born and reared and where his two sisters and brother live. he was
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 salt rheum
 The suffering from 1t is sometimes in- tense; local applications are resorted to- they mitigate, but cannot cure.
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The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-09-09

Butler, Mo, Sept. S.-Judge Graves of the Circuit Court. today instructed the sheriff of Cole County to proceed 10 Poplar Bluff and arrest former State Senator James Orchard m i'm. portlnt witness, for failure tp appeal at Jefferson City September ,. causing postponement of the trial of State Senator Paris, charged with bribery.
The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-09-09

will begin the fall term September 1.
 meeting of the Vestry of St. James Episcopal Church will be called soon to take action in reference to securing q rector.
The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-09-09
Amnesty to Political Offenders.

Mexico City. Sept S.-The Guate- malan president has issued a procla- nation giving amnesty to all absent political offenders. who may now re- turn in safety to Guatemala
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WILL HOLD STREET FAIR.
EufauIa Decides to Have Another FaIl
 Carnival.

Eufaula, Sept. S.-(Special )-Build- ing Improvements are still going on and new contracts are being let every day In addition to half a dozen new resi- dences, new glass fronts. painting and other signs of progress. Armour & Com pany has awarded the contract of large brick warehouse on the Tansey lot opposite the passenger depot. The structure will cost about $3,0O0.
 A street fair this fall has been de-
The San Francisco call., 1904-11-27

came out i'll and went away After a
bit she came back with a ticket for a
seat in this one"
When Wixton ushered his charge
into the box he found. to his surprise.
that the place was unlighted- The cur
tain had just closed on the first act,
and the solitary occupant was shrink
Ing into the farthest corner as though
seeking to avoid observation.
John reached out to press the cleo
trio button and turned In the blaze of
light to confront the woman who had
refused him the week before. His lips
tightened and his face went white.
"Eunice! You here?'
The woman turned lovely pale face
up to him entreatingly without speak
ing. This unlooked-for contretemps
had destroyed her poise, woman Of the
world though. she was, and left her as
excited and embarrassed as a school
girl. There were traces of tears about
the dark eyes, hollow from sleepless-
ness. Her soft, white throat worked in
the stress Of emotion and her bosom
rose and fell pantingly.
AT last she found her voice 1t was
low and tremulous, and at the thrill
ing sweetness of 1t the mans heavy
heart pounded like a mad thing behind
his immaculate shirt front.
Jack" she whispered, '1f you don't
forgive me and love me I shall die.
never dreamed till mamma made me
send you away how dreadfully I cared
and I never was engaged to Billy
Launders at all. 1 couldn't be-not II
h0 I,@11 60 -
The orchestra began the overture TO
the next act-the wild gypsy motif
of the immortal opera rose and bathed
them in its melting torrents Of love
made into music. The little cripple
was leaning over the edge Of the box
waiting breathlessly for the curtain
tc rise on the familiar scene she loved.
Jack, darling-hear IT. That music
has been killing me till you came, Do
you remember that night we
John reached out an audacious
thumb and pressed the button on the
wall. AS the box was enveloped in
darkness he crushed her close in his
arms, unable to say one word
On their way home in the carriage,
when Eunice had been told the little
cripple's story. she laughed tenderly
In her new found joy. so nearly lost.
and, with one jeweled hand in Johns
and the other caressing the young
girls pale cheek. said with a conf
dence that the future proved not un-
founded:
L shall take care Of her, her voice,
her future and her back. 1 know a
great doctor who can straighten out
this little ones tangles, even as she
has been the means OF unsnarling the
dreadful knot in my web of fate
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been a Sembrich or a Melba my own
self; the master said so; and now my
backs hurt and I'll never sing again
l know IT. II could only go just once
and hear IT all again I think maybe I
could bear II better; but to be penned
in here all the time like rat with the
snappers Of trap caught over his back
its too" The rest was lost in the
enfolding pillow
The man in the darkened window
across the way suddenly stood up,
turned on the light and squared his
shoulders like soldier ready for march
ing. I'll do it," he said grimly. "Ill not
run away like a coward-Tll face this
thing out. I've got to go through it
some time and I might as we'll begin
now. I'll go right to that same box and
fight 1t out. And, what's more, I'm GO
ing to take that child along. She'll
probably look fright and people will
stare-but hang the people.'
He took his hat and overcoat and
hurried from the room. At the office he
stopped to give an order for an auto
cab.
Twenty minutes later he was bowling
toward Broadway with his strange lit
tie companion still breathless over the
wondrous angel IN evening clothes
whose determination had carried all
opposition before him. Even the fat
landlady had been subdued into defer
ence and helped to dress her quickly so
as not to keep the young gentleman
waiting.
Wixton glanced down at her thin lit
tie face, sharpened by suffering, at her
two crutches and her simple white
frock. To his surprise, she appeared
tastefully gowned-
She told him quite simply, with a lit
tie pathetic quaver IN her voice, about
her ambition to be a great singer; how
she had fallen through a trapdoor left
carelessly open by the stage hands one
night after the opera was over, and had
been in the charity ward OF a hospital
where they had not seemed able to cure
her; how she could walk only little
way without hurting.
When they reached the opera house
the first act was nearly over.
Wixton gathered up her slight form
and strode up the wide stairway as If
his burden were a baby. AT the door
OF the box he halted. 1t was slightly
ajar. Sold the other seats?" he ques-
toned of the usher.
only one. to a lady" answered
that worthy and volunteered further
the whispered information that she
was queer one-came with a party
IN the fourtl. box farther down, and
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In An
OPERA BOX
By Lillian G. Paschal

he sneered miserably, sitting there in
the dark. Curse the whole sex. any
way, and their deceitful wilesI' And
his clenched hands thumped the win
dowsill flercely. He had mooned over
her like a maundering idiot, he told
gagged, so her mother had told him the
last time he called, to Billy Launders,
and his millions-principally the lat
ter, he thought.
Lord, There was that beastIy chan
sonnette from Carmen again-Could
he never escape the thing? the song
that breathed so horribly of her in
every seductive note She had worn
a red rose in her hair, too, that night
he first met her with the Van Lorns.
He could smell that rose now.
Tonight Carmen was on the bill
again-he recalled duly that he had
the same box for this performance,
intending to take her and show her
he remembered that first night so
long ago-she had said men always
lOTBOI tue OdleS q WOulda TcuueIu-
bered- He had meant to tell her Of
his loving little surprise that evening.
Was It only a week ago? How could he
ever bear to hear an opera again. Curse
It! He would get out Of this sickening
old New York and so west-to Chi
cago-anywhere.
These opera airs-they break my
hearti" broke in the sobbing cry from
the window across the alley. John
raised his head TO listen. Same here,
kid" he muttered heavily. TITS that
lame girl-poor little beggarl She
does have q devil OF tie OF It, lying
there all dav with hot-water bags and
things around her-it's a shame!"
II want to be back there on the stage
again." went on the voice, Singing
with the rest OF the chorus. I was a
village maiden in Carmen. you know,
Mrs. Beebe." To the conscious pride in
this already well-known fact there
came an indistinct murmur of consoIa-
ton from the dark interior Of the little
room.
"And maybe some day might have
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Copyright. 1904 by Richard 3 sheIton)
~ ANDYNE stood very stiff and
! straight, with folded arms. Out
V lined against the background OF
dull sky and gray water, his fig
ure seemed almost heroic. Despite his
clothes of conventional cut there was
something suggestive of the bronze
age about hinl-some hint of rugged.
primitive strength. Miss Desboro real
lied suddenly that the mask Of conven-
tional restraint had been thrown aside
and that there stood before her all of
the rugged. primitive man that lay be-
meath that mask.
A moment ago she had been inclined
to laugh; now there was a strange SEN
sation tugging at her heart, but wheth-
er 1t was pity or fear she could not tell.
This was the stage Of the game she
generally found most enjoyable-this
climax, where she always expressed
her surprise and sorrow and bound up
the wounded heart with the balm of
good, sisterly advice. She had particu-
Iarly enjoyed the anticipation Of giving
this sisterly advice to Vandyne, but
somehow the realization bade fair to
eyes seemed to search the secret cor
ners of her soul, and beneath that
calm, stony scrutiny she was stunned
and helpless. She seemed to feel rather
than hear Vandyne's deep voice say
ing with quiet bitterness:
II congratulate you, Miss Desboro.
I have seen the game before, but
never played like this. You have thor
oughly mastered all It's fine points"
She looked up with an appealing
glance. That same appealing glance
had saved the situation for her many
times before this. But for once it
failed; the primitive man before her
was unmoved by its eloquence.
do you think you are quite fair
to me?'' she asked with an attempt at
hauteur that fell pathetically fiat.
vandyne smiled slowly. do you
think you have been fair to me?" he
said.
The girl pulled her gloves nerv-
ously.
Il don't know what you call fair"
she said. You grasp at straws: you
take possibilities for certainties.''
Vandyne laughed harshly. Tn other
words. 1 have made the ghastly mis-
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done her, not only at the time, but may
crop up even ten years later 10 wreck
her happiness.
A man so warned will never respect
any woman, consequently her conf
dences will never be held sacred
He does not love-he only feeds his
own egotism on all that is best for
woman to give. He cares only for him
self, and the woman who fancies that
honor plays any part in his life will
wake up TO find that his supreme egOt-
ism has spoiled not only his own life
but has left burning scars on the lives
Of others.
1t was all very we'll TO humor a jeal-
Gus fend through a mistaken sense OF
endeavor to make him happy at any
sacrifice. 1t was all very we'll TO enjoy
forgiveness for sins never committed.
This and other foolish things that a
woman guileless in herself might do
puts a deadly weapon into the hands of
man whose love were worse than
vaIueless, whose honor worse than
questionable.
The secret may be kept inviolate
for ten or even fifteen years, the girt
may marry a man worthy Of her. and
her children with all the blessings of
a love that is Of her life part, when
this man will loom up as a shadow,
and remembering the old days en-
deavor TO reassert his influence, or he
may hold that foolish confession over
her head like an Unbalanced rock that
a moments swaying will cause to fall
and crush her. If he has manhood
enough not to betray her, yet the
dread lest he should will haunt her.
II he did tell the husband, and,she
attempted to explain-no man on
earth would believe her.
And all this comes OF a sensible
woman loving devotedIy and unselfsh-
ly a Jealous brute masquerading as a
man. The sentimental nonsense that
a girl would not believe that a man
loved her were he not Jealous is the
veriest rot A jealous lover Is bad
enough, but a Jealous husband is
worse than a dentists file on a sensi-
tive tooth. and If young people quar-
rel beforehand they will come TO
blows later.
Love should mean happiness, and if
two people who think they are in love
are always quarreling there can be
no hope for happiness.
And. girls, don't think you can be in
love with a man who keeps the misery
always at high pressure. because you
really are not in love-you are only
hysterical.
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Copyright, 1904. by Lillian c. Pas
chal.l
@ He great hotel facing the park
was an obelisk OF light hecks.
Motor cars came and went
4 noisiIy under the wide porte
cochere
Back OF the large hostelry and
across a narrow alley a white girlish
face banked with pillows looked out
wistfully from the one narrow window
Of a third-hoor back at these evi-
dences OF life and gayety. listening to
the orchestra.
Suddenly the music burst into a
wild tropical air from Carmen" a
very revel OF life and youth and lusty.
red-blooded Joy. The invalid buried
her tired eyes IN the soft pillows and
her thin shoulders shook. Shaken by
the tempest Of sobs. crutch that had
been leaning against the bedside rat
tied TO the floor.
'Oh, I can bear their old ragtime
things without a shfver!- she cried.
but the opera airs-they break my
heart! And now I shall never sing
them again. know I shan'ti"
The incoherent cry went straight
through the open window, like a
winged arrow. across the alleyway IN
the grand hotel and lodged deep In
the sick heart OF a listener there. Its
note Of suffering and aching longing
needed no interpreter-thati is uni
versaI language. understood alike in
palace and tenement.
John Wixton had been staring
noodily out Of the darkened shadows
Of his unlighted room into the still
darker shadows OF a future that
looked gloomy indeed TO hts usually
careless. sunny eyes. He had been
hard hit. there was no doubt Of that;
and the girls refusal Of him had cut
deep. He had been so sure OF her
too sure, perhaps, but he had thought
he could not be mistaken in that
warm light in her eyes that had set
his heart on fire all these weeks.
The light that lies in woman's
eyes-and lies-and lies-and ies,"
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HUSTLE

II you've anything 10 do
Hustle.
And the sooner you'll Be through
Hustle.
Time viii never walt for you
Putting on. you're surs TO rue,
Get to work and try 20 do.
Hustle.
II you've any place to 60,
Hustle
Quicker done is best, you know,
Hustle
LAggard horse ne er won q raca;
You, yourself. must set the pace,
When and where for tina and placa.
Hustle.
II you love = pretty girl.
Hustle.
Though your heart be IN a whirl.
Hustle
Go TO her and tell heP %,
Or soma other swain. you know,
May not be like you. 50 slow.
Hustle.
KATE THYSON MARI
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ways deceived him, but there is a
strong suspicion in my mind that they
found him out and gave him his congo.
1t may seem paradox, but the more
sensible a girl in other respects the
greater fool will love make of her. The
girl whom everybody considers a fool is
very apt to make a sensible marriage,
from the fact that she is prone to ex
treme selfshness, which leads her to
look out beautifully for No. l.
Your fool woman always has at her
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finger tips a lot of cheap philosophy
that is her safeguard, and she will
demonstrate 1t by living up to it. The
woman who is sweet and lovable, good
and self-sacrihcing. judges others by
their own standard; being too true to
deceive, she cannot fathom the small
meannesses OF others.
But the woman who by her own ad-
mission smirches her own reputation to
humor man places herself in a posi-
ton where incalculable harm may be
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than a fend incarnate. His forgive
ness was something beautiful in his
magnanimity. He had simply tortured
her into humoring him, at a price that
should have made any woman shudder.
For few days his tenderness was
poem and then his exactions became
greater than before, until. in self-de-
fense, as much as the girl loved him,
the final break had to come.
The man has paid devoted attention
to other women. who he saws have al
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ole
END OF 1T
By Richard B. Shelton

take OF thinking you imbued with all
the qualities OF the perfect woman.
when in reality you are a heartless
trifler."
The girl sprang TO her feet. her eyes
ablaze.
You are going too far, Mr.. Van
dyne" she said heatedly. You ara
saying things quite beyond bounds
Of courtesy or-or decency!"
Vandyne was unmoved by the out
burst. He looked at her with a calm
that was almost contemptuous.
Il am not speaking with the inten-
ton Of being courteous or decent.
am simply stating the truth as I see
it. If 1t hurts. I am sorry, but you
deserve it,"
The girl flushed
She started to walk away, but Van
dyne's voice stopped her.
wait a moment" he said curtly,
you shall hear q few things I have
to say before you leave!"
She turned. "Well?" she asked
wearily.
IT want to say that It Is such women
as you that make misogynists-women
who lead men on 10 laugh at them and
make sport OF them" He paused
rs that ALP she asked coIdly.
IT have known little, very little, OF
women in my nfe." he went on, "and
I have always placed them mentally In
a shrine as something holy and sacred.
Perhaps I should thank you for un-
deceiving me"
She turned away again vandyns
could not see the tears in her eyes.
It's an III wind that blows no good"
he went on cruelty. AT least you have
taught me that what seems to be and
what Is are very different matters
That is all Permit me to congratulate
you again, and-good-by!
He turned on his heel ana strods
down the bank toward the water. The
sound OF unrestrained sobbing made
him turn back The girl was standing
quite stin, with her hands over hsF
eyes He hurried up the bank and
stood before her, repentant and help
less before her stormy grief
Good Lord!" he gasped contritely.
What have I done?"
"You-you have made me love you.
that's what you've DONE" she sobbed-
And the Bronze Man suddenly be-
came very human.
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AANIw11H * NlAID
KATE THyISON MARR

YF one studies human nature about
them there is no need for the lurid
tates Of fiction to incite sensation.
The condolences OF young people
furnish chapters in most extravagant
romances that would not be believable
cid not Circumstance confirm the state
ment
The influence OF man over q woman
whom he. simply makes a fool Of is
something beyond the ken Of human
understanding. and yet the most bril-
liant and noblest women IN the world
are often the first 10 succumb to the
suave influence Of polished rascality.
A mans excuse is his love that makes
him so fiendishly. insanely jealous as
10 be totally irresponsible Now. that
kind Of love never brings any happi-
ness, and is not worth the price that
q woman pays in heartaches and tears.
Unfortunately woman will often do
or say anything for the purpose Of re-
tanning the regard Of a man who is not
1T 10 po,.sh her shoes. And the jeai0.5s
hend who exacts such tribute does not
make her or himself any the happier
after the trouble is brewed.
It is a mistake TO suppose that jeal-
ousy is a proof OF love and that they
who are not jealous know nothing of
love. Jealousy ie a proof OF a warped
mind that is so distorted by suspicion
as to have no confidence in the faith,
truth or virtue Of any woman, and she
who msrries a Jealous brute plans for
herself life OF misery that knows no
compensation.
II the woman appears happy fo- the
moment the jealous hend attributes it
TO some other cause. No matter how
trivial the incident, how Insignificant
the thoughtless word or act, the man
so constituted can exaggerate il into
every crime OF the decalogue.
As for humoring such creature. the
woman who attempts It will find her
hands and heart oyerburdened with
sorrow.
Strange to say it is often the most
sensible women who become the very
tools OF these men.
A man who does not believe in a good
woman is not 1T 10 associate with the
lowest that trails q city's slums. No cir
cumstance or combination Of circum-
stances could plant in his heart any
seed Of faith. To him a woman is al
ways merely waiting for temptation to
come her way and be welcomed. One
OF the noblest, most self-sacrifcing
girls II was ever my good fortune TO
know hides IN her heart a history al
most beyond belief. Her home environ
ment was OF the purest, she cared moth
ing for the society OF men, but was one
OF the brightest, happiest and truest
women ever known
Having TO earn her own living, she
came IN contact with many men, who
entertained for her the most unbounded
admiration- And then came other days
when another came into her life. At
first all went well. but soon his jeal-
ousy became a horror. There was never
a happy moment. He could not be with
her at any time without reproaching
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cause. Again and again she tried to
explain, meanwhile protesting her in
nocence. but all to no purpose, until in
q reckless moment for the sake Of
peace after having been assured Of his
forgiveness. she admitted indiscretions
Of which she had never been guilty.
lied and smirched her own reputation
TO humor a man who was little less