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Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-02-03
<> D'ri and ! By IRVING BACHELLER Author of Eben Holden. % Dare Q:
 the Blessed Isles" Etc.
ICopy1sht. 1901. by LOthrop Publishing compaq qI
CHAPTER XIV.

How empty and weak are my words that try to tell of that day, doubt If there Is in them anywhere what may suggest, even feebly. the height and depth of that experience or one ray of the light of her face There are the words nearly as We said them; there are the signs. the glances. the tsars; but everywhere there is much missing-that fair young face and a thousand things irresistible that drift In with every tide of high feeling Of my history there is not much more to write, albeit some say the best is un- tol6.
 had never such heart of lead as went with me to my work that after noon. What became of me cared not . straw then. for knew my love was hcreless. D'ri met me as I got of my horse at the harbor His keen eye saw my trouble quickly-saw near 70 the bottom of it.
 Ben hit?" said he his great hand on my shoulder.
 With trouble, ! answered. Torn me up a little inside"
 Thought so" hc remarked soherIy Judas Priest, ye !uE es ef a shell ad bu'st'n yer cockpit Ain Euthin' Il spile a man quicker. Sheer of a Ieetle an git out O range. An member. Ray, don't never give I'D the ship. Thet airs whut Perry tOl' Hs'
 said nothing aud walked away. but have always remembered his counsel. there was SC much of his big heart in 1t. The army was to move immediate ly. in that foolish campaign Of Wilkin- son that ended with disaster al Chrys- ler's Farm. They were making the boats. small craft with oars, of which three hundred or more would be needed to carry us. We were to gO eastward on the river and join Hampden. whose corps was to march overland 10 Platts- burg. at some point Cn the north shore. Word came. while l was away. that down among the islands OIr enemy had been mounting cannon IL looke1 as if our pIan had lea ed, as if. in ceed. there were good chance of our being blown out of water the first day of our journey. So. before the army started, was to take D'ri and eleven otbers, with four boats. and 20 down to reconnoitTe-
 We got away before sundoun that day, and, as dark came. were passing the southwest corner of Wolf island !
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-02-03

ready, and Dri and l were of a bit after daylight, urging up hill and down at swift gallop. and making the forest ring with hoof-beats. Far beyond the chateau We slackened pace and went along leisurely. Soon we passed the town where they had put up overnight. and could see the tracks of horse and coach-wheel. D'ri got of and exam ined them presently.
 'Purty fresh" he remarked. Cant be more n five mild CT SO further on."
 We rode awhile in silence.
 How ye goin' t tackle 'em?" he in- quired presently.
 Going to stop them somehow" said l, and get little information"
 An mebbe gal!" he suggested.
 Maybe a gal"
 Don care s long as ye dew tn talkin. I can rassle CT fight. but my talk in 9 rumpus ain fit fer no woman [ hear. thet's sart'in.''
 We overlook the coach at a village near ten o'clock.
 Dri rushed on ahead of them. wheeling with drawn sabre. The driver pulled rein. stopping quickly. M de Lambert was on the seat beside him. I came alongside.
 Robbers" said N. ce Lambert. What do you mean?"
 The young ladies and Brovel were looFing out of the door. Louise pale and troubled
 No harm 10 any. m'sieur." I an- swered. Put up your pistol.'
 I opened the coach door. M de Lambert. hissing with anger. leaped 10 the road. I knew he would shoo: me. and was making ready to close with him. when I heard a rustic of silk. and saw Louise between us. her tall form erect, her eyes forceful and commanding. She stepped quickly to her father.
 Let me have it." said she. taking the pistol from his hand. She flung it above the heads of some village folk who had gathered near us.
 Why do you stop us?" she whis- pered. turning to me
 So you may choose between hir, and me" I answered
 Then leave all for you," said she, coming GuicFly 10 my side.
 The villagers began to cheer. and old D'ri flung his hat in the air. shouting. -Hurrah fer love an freedom"
 An the United States of Ameriky." some one added.
 She i8 nY daughter" said v. d9
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-02-03

lO:5e- and as he vent away. my jail
 CT barsed tie iron door without lock ing IL Then lay down there in the oark. and began to tell of the time by ny teartbezts. allowing forty-five hun dred to the hour. and was not far wrong I thought much of his lord ship as l waited To him I had been Of some service but. surely. no; eIGugb tO explain this tender regard. involving as it must have done. brib- cry and no small degree of peril to himself Ny counting over. I tried the G0or. which syunz easily as nut mr
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-02-03
CHAPTER yyvI.

D'ri came soon with the horses. one the black thoroughbred of Louise which had brought her on this errand- We gave them free rein. heading for the chateau Not far up the woods-pike we met N- de Lambert and the old count The former was angry. albei. he held himself in hand a hecaDa .
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-02-03
More Big offers

Our last weeks sale was a big one fer the people. All goods advertised are most exhausted. I am offering this week a line of 2. 3 and i-quart Agate and Enamel Tea and Coffee Pots, three coated, at p and g cents: first quality: Agate Tea Kettle. 45c: 5-qrart Agate Pots. 29c: 6 quarts. 39c: 6 quarts. iec: 14 quarts. S9c. our s1.50 Food Chopper with three cutters. 3Sc. are same s2: Warranted Saws soc: Warranted Steel Hammers 39c: Gae Msntles 9c: a 25c Mantle at 12Isc each: we carry a Mantle guaranteed for a days: No Copper Bottom BoiI- CT sc, at
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-02-03
Pl0f. BAILEY, 6. .izsn Ba..k Block
Learn To Dance

au Miss Nellye T. Reeds Dancing Academy. los Bank street. second floor Jones X Morgan's building. Advanced class and social series Tuesday even- ing. Class for beginners Friday even ings. Terms. 12 class lessons a; { private and 6 class. g: 6 private, s; Sinsic private lesson. $1.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-02-03
H'S Private

and class lessons combined in the Waltz and TwO-step. With this unus- ual opportunity new beginner can commence now and become thorough in the graceful srt of dancing and en- joy the several after-Easter dancing parties. Resides it will be much appreciated accomplishment during your summer vacation when a pretty dancer of ease and grace is always admired. Private lessons daily.
The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1905-12-22

straight up and drop them straight
down again, seldom Swimming the
surface and never stumbling. They
are due at the mining camp tonight,
for they are laden with Christmas
cheer, and many storekeeper, look
ing at his empty shelves, and at the
crowds of diggers lounging about
with well-stocked pouches, curses
Said Mahomet, the owner Of the cara
van for not hurrying his men and
his beasts; but the curse of Christ
ian storekeeper is only so much idle
wind in the ears Of the Mohammedan
camel king, though at the giving OF
curses he is neither niggardly nor
slow himself, for he hates all I'M
believers, though he carries their
trade and pouches their money.
Half a dozen horsemen come along
the track, each rider leading pack
horse by halter Long of limb are
these men, bearded for the most part,
with dry, thin, Weather-tanned faces.
They wear their broad-brimmed, soft
felt hats pulled far down over their
brows to keep the dust out Of their
eyes. They sit loosely in the saddle,
with slovenly, careless seat, and
The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1905-12-22
3&6A Christmas In Australia

Little squads of horsemen dash in
from the outside camps, wearing
white, soft, SLOUGH hats, blue or red
shirts, breeches, and spurred boots.
They sing and shout merrily, and get
and return chaff with careless free.
dom. All is noise and motion, all is
merriment and reckless freedom; for
the diggers are out to spend their
gold, and spend it they will, though
the heavens fall. Little brown men
and women, too, from Japan, dressed
in all their Oriental finery, jostle
their way amidst the eager crowd, the
Jap women smiling gaily as the bronz-
ed diggers toss them playful compli-
ments. A seriOus-faced Chinaman
now and then puts in an appearance,
his big plated straw hat, long pigtail,
and saffron-colored robe looking out of
place amidst the whirl of Australian
life. The Chinaman gets no compli-
ments, he is not welcome on a gold
field, and he knows it, and, what is
more, he has no legal right there, a
fact which he also knows as we'll as
his neighbors.
The sun sinks in a blood-red bank
Of clouds in the West, there is a great
The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1905-12-22

A long, narrow track curls in and
out amongst the forest trees like a
great dirty yellow ribbon. The sun
pours down upon it all day long, and
the unceasing glare adds to its ugli-
ness. There is no sign of moisture
anywhere within sight; not a drop of
water has fallen from the blue skies
Tor six months past. The wheels Of
wagons and the hoofs of horses have
churned and kicked the surface Of the
track into fine red dust-so fine that
every passing breeze picks up the
powdered earth and plays with it.
On the straight stretches of the for
est trail, the breeze carries the dust
IN tilmy haze, like the dun-colored
mist one meets with at eventide in
the China seas. Where the trail
bends suddenly to right or left, the
playful winds catch up the dust and
Whirl it round and round in swiftly
revolving circles, lifting it higher and
higher until its topmost spirals seem
to melt into the very skies. All along
the track the trees on both sides are
covered with dust; it lies thickly upon
the trunks, it clings to the boughs, 1t
bows down the leaves, giving
The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1905-12-22
Nans-IWo Kinds.

A story is going the rounds about
two oil operators who had trouble with
their wives, and while the yarn may
be a trifle old there are but few who
have heard it. Smith and Jones, as
they had best be known, were at Kane.
Pa, last winter when report reached
them that a wonderful well in a new
field near Warren had been struck.
They at once hired livery team and
cutter. A few miles out the horses
became unmanageable and ran away.
Both occupants of the sleigh were
thrown cut into the snow, where they
sat watching the horses gallop down
the road, one animal kicking the front
out of the sleigh as it ran. Then the
same thought seemed to strike both
Of them.
81 wonder if the liveryman will sci!
me that team" questioned Jones:&ss
MY case is more serious. Fol -
er's sake let me buy the nigh y
! want to present it to my WIFE,
vas Smiths reply.
The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1905-12-22

eager for quarrels; groups link arm
in-arm and go Keeling down the cause
way. shouting, singing, capering,
laughing, ripe for fun or mischief.
Hark! bell rings out loud and high
above the din, a bell that tells that
Christmas day has come. Hark! yet
again. A young girls voice comes
stealing sweetly through the warm
night air, other voices join in and
blend with it, strange sounds to
catch the listening ear amidst such
surroundings:
Hank! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn King.
Glory, glory, glory, glory.
Glory to the newborn King.
Along the causeway comes the lit
tie band of carol singers. At their
head a wandering preacher, who, with
his daughter goes wherever the Spirit
calls him. The man carries his hat
in his hand and sings in a deep bass
that is almost roar The girl, with
hands folded in front Of her, with her
bonnet pushed back almost on to her
neck, fills the street with melody:
Glory, glory, glory, glory,
Glory to the newborn King.
The half-dozen disciples who follow
The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1905-12-22
Christmas

The silent skies are full of speech
For who hath ears to hear;
The winds are whispering each to each,
The moon is calling to the beach.
And stars their sacred wisdom teach
OF faith and love and fear.
But once the sky the silence broke,
And song oerflowed the EARTH;
The midnight air with glory shook,
And angels mortal language spoke,
When God our human nature took
In Christ, the Savior's birth.
And Christmas once is Christmas still;
The gates through which He came
And forests wild and murmuring rill,
And fruitful field and breezy hill,
And all that else the wide world fill,
Are vocal with His name.
Shall we not listen while they sing
This latest Christmas morn;
And music hear in everything,
&nd faithful lives in tribute bring
Ts the great song which greets. the King
Who comes when Christ Is bornE
Phillips BROOKS.
The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1905-12-22

strange. unnatural appearance 10
everything that grows. If you were
not a bushman you could not tell one
tree from another under that summer
mantle. Bloodwood, quondong, biue
gum. sandal wood, stringy bark, Dull
oak red gum, iron bark, curro1ong'
No living thing can exist where that
MANTLE lies, no birds tWitter amongst
the branches, because the dust has
killed off all insect life; even the liz
ards have fled from their haunts IN
the hollow trunks. There is no grass
on either side of the track, not
solitary blade; the dry season has
killed it all off. Here and there you
note the grey ashes Of what had been
Transfers camp fires, with smolder'
ing ember at intervals glistening IN
the sreyness, like a bloodshot eye in
sodden face. You turn a benz In
the trail and come upon a string OF
eighty or a hundred camels, all heav-
ilv laden with stores. Their Afghan
drivers. in blue blouses, dirty white,
baggy calico trousers, and dirtier tur-
bans, plodding along ankle deep in
soi, that is softer than snow, strange
dark. fierce-looking men, with jet
black, cleaning eyes and curly ebon
heards, big, broad-shouldered men,
who will neither eat nor drink with
the Christian teamsters, prospectors,
or diggers. Their camels. trailing one
behind the other, each with Its nose.
line attached to the tail of the beast
IN front Of 1t, make but little dust:
they lift their great padded feet
The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1905-12-22
Women in Government Employ,

An official OF the government print
ing office was talking the other even
ing of the personnel of the women
employed in the big printery. He said
the civil service rules went into effect
at the Office just ten years ago The
result has been to give the Office a
much better class of women workers.
than those VINO were appointed prior
TO that time.
"The women in the folding rooms
the binGery and the press room now"
said the official, "are largely of the
educated class. Some of them are
former school teachers, stenographers
and the like, and | will add they are
a credit to the government service"
The statement was added that 1t
frequently happens that these workers
in the printing Office are transferred
to important clerical positions in the
other departments by reason of the
high percentage they make in COM
petitive Observation-Disclosures
Star.
The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1905-12-22
a*@z@esm@aa@g

the preacher and his daughter take
up the words, and send the old, old
message ringing proudly, joyously
into the very heart Of he night. The
music, the words, touch and stir the
crowds, they cease to shout and yell.
They cease to dance and drink; they
cease to curse and gamble. Out from
the drinking dens they pour into the
street, out from the gambling hells,
out from the dancing saloons. A
mighty hush falls on the camp,
"Hughie, the Baker," chief profess
sional gambler in the camp. leans
his elbows on the window sill Of his
hotel, and quietly tears his cards
across the middle one by one, and
drops his dice box out amongst the
feet Of the crowd. Then, just as
some of the baser spirits in the
throng try to drown the choir voices
with a ribald shout, the gambler,
thinking of his far-off home amidst
the green English lanes, raises his
deep, rich voice, voice that every
digger knew, and blending perfectly
with the voice Of the preachers
daughter, sings:
bs6
Hark, the herald angels sing.
Glory to the newborn King,
Glory, glory, glory. glory.
Glory to the newborn King.
Then the whole street bursts into
one great glad song Of praise and
alteration, and Christmas came to the
camp.-A. G. Hales in Montreal Her.
aids ~,
The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1905-12-22
Bethlehem-Town

As l was going to Bethlehem-ToWn,
I;pon the earth l cast me down
Ali underneath a little tree
THAT whispered in this wise to me:
"Oh, I shall stand on Calvary
And bear what burthen SaFeth thee.
As I'd I Jared to BethlehemTown,
met a shepherd coming down,
And thus he quoth: "A w0ndrous slght
Hath spread before mine eyes this night
An angel host most fair to see,
That sung full sweetly Of tree
That shall uplift on Calvary -,
What burthen saveth you and me-!
And as 1 gat to Bethlehem-Tow
10! wise men came that bore a crown.
as there" cried l. lin Bethlehem
A King shall wear this diadem?'
Good sooth," they quoth, and 1t Is he
That shall be lifted on the tree
And freely shed on Calvary =,
What blood redeemeth US and thee.
Unto a child in Bethlehem Town ~.
The wise, men came and brought the
crown;
And while the infant smiling slept,
Upon their knees they fell and wept;
But, with her babe upon her knee,
Naught rocked that mother Of the tree
That should upfift on Calvary
What burthen saveth all and me.
Again I walk in Bethlehem Town
And think on Him that wears the crown,
/ may not kiss His feet again.
Nor worship Him as l did then:
Ny King hath died upon the tree,
And hath outpoured on Calvary
What blood redeemeth you and me!
Eugene Field.
The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1905-12-22
FOUND BOGUS HALF DOLLARS
Fatal Flaw in Treasure Trove Turned
Up by Laborer.

An Italian labOrer VINO was digging
4 road near ArdmOre yesterday alter
noon unearthcd fully a bushel of hail
dollars. The report spread and 1t was
not long until almost the whole pop
ulation of ArdmOre, particularly the
younger portion of it, went out to the
old Saunders farm, where the treasure
had been found.
Sure enough, it was there, and the
Italian was so COMPOUNDED that ne
could only humble inCOherently. The
coins lay scattered about on the
ground and many were picked up and
slowed away in pockets. When they
were examined later, however, 1t was
found that they were all counterfeit
The coins. which were good pieces or
workmanship, bore the dates 1916 and
1851.
Saunders, for whom the farm was
named, was a COnnterfeiter One day
his place was surrounded by govern
ment officials. Saunders escaped them,
however, only to be captured few
days afterward in a hotel in Philadel-
phia. At his home was found
wagon load of mOulds and other ma
terial for making bogus coins. He was
sent to prison for twenty years, but
managed to get away in an ingeniously
cOntrived box of his own making. This,
unfortunately, was turned wrong side
up and Saunders, upon being discov-
cred, had to go back to Jail to finish
his term. Soon afterward he died OF
paralysis and was buried near Grass
land.
The coins found yesterday were
specimens of his work. Inspectors
from Philadelphia have taken them in
charge and are trying to recover those
which were carried away by persons
who arrived soon after the find was
made.-Philadelphia Press.
The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1905-12-22

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foi MN as soon as ne can get a'i'i'so
-. mehtS uui! mace 1t,
ne il take hlnli"I express anu Sceh III"
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The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1905-12-22
A Christmas Hymn

The stars were shining in Judea's sky
And all the air was singing
Where angels, with their censers sway
ing by,
A golden flight were winging,
And deep below the glory of the stars,
In humble peace reposing,
A mother sat beside the manager bars
A tender babe disclosing
o sweeter than Arabia's fragrant airs,
From myriad roses sweeping,
Fairer than children lisping at their
This little babe lay sleeping.
Can this be He, the King upon HIS
throne.
This lowly lying stranger?
And is it thus He comes into His own,
Unsceptered, in a manger?
Yea, this is He for whom We long nave
yearned!
For Him bring dearest treasure,
And lay beside Him all your toll hath
earned
In o7erflowing measure.
Not the gold offering of older days
Or shrinking lambs oblation,.
But every jewel wrought OF 1aith anu
praise.
OF love and abnegatlon. ,,
Louise Morgan Sill.
The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1905-12-22
Amounts Received by Royalty.

The kaiser receives $9,925,OOO year
as king of Prussia, but nothing as en-
Deror of Germany. Besides this he has
an enormous private income, derived
from mines, fisheries and estates, OF
which he owns more than any other
man in Prussia. The king of Bavaria
receives s1,350000 a year; the king OF
Saxony, $S75,OOO; the grand duke Of
Baden, 100000. The car of Russia Is
paid $6,75O0O0 for lis private use,
while each grand duke receives
$1,000, 600 a year. In addition to these
enormous salaries each of these has q
large income from royalties and per.
quisites of many kinds, of which few
outsiders know anything.
The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1905-12-22

glow on all the earth, and the glory
of the everlasting skies fills the world
with splendor. The crimson flame
fiickers for a moment, then dies out,
and the clouds turn purple, then
black, and the night is mistress of The
mining camp. A myriad lights leap
into being, Chinese lanterns glow in
every bunch of greenery, they fiutter
across the track in long cleaning
strings. Then women and boys ride
down the highway on the horses, on
mules, on camels, nnd carry Chi
nese lanterns thai lodge and dance
and glisten joyously. Old comrades
who have been sundered for years
meet and clasp hands in the sturdy
grip the digger loves; they shoulder
their way to the nearest bar, and
drink to the memory of comrades
buried and comrades bankrupt, and
live again through the scenes that
made them friends Old foes meet
and pass each other with a scowl or
muttered oath, for your digger Is a
sound hater as we'll as a good lover.
The click of the billiard balls is heard
and the direful rattle Of the dice.box.
Gamblers were at work with cards In
many a spot, and gold that has cost
months Of toll to win is lost in few
hours mad plunging. Fiddles squeak,
accordions wall, and harps twang in
the dancing saloons. Champagne
corks fly fast and furiously, and the
reveI grows fiercer and fiercer.
AS the night wears on men reel
out Of the drinking bells flushed, hot