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Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1908-07-24

Hailed With Enthusiasm.
Salonika, July 24.-The Imperial
Arm. in rsstossng the Macedonian
constitution Of 1875 was read TO-DAY
amid great enthusiasm.
Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1908-07-24

Portland Wheat Market.
Portland, July 24.-Wheat un-
changed
Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1908-07-24
italian WINS MARATHON
BY AID Of OFFICIALS
DoRANDo ITALIAN RUNNER FIRST INTO STADIUM BUT COL
LAPsEs 22o YARDS FROM FINISH AND IS CARRIED OVER
LINE BY oFFIc1AIs-HAYEs. AMERICAN. CANE IN STRONG
AND AMERICANS PROTEST.
Protest Finally Upheld.

spectators irrespective of nationali
The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1908-02-07
For the Public Good.

An independent and ably edited oews-
paper which commands a great circula'
tion is probably the most potent infiu'
ense for good in the United States today
The power for the better things In pub
lie affairs and policies, for instance
which is welded 10y such a newspaper
as the Chicago Record Herald car
scarcely be exaggerated, and much OF that
strength comes in the case of This lead
ing Chicago daily from the fact that 1t
is absolutely independent, fearless and
fair. Ii Is not the mouttiplece of any
interest except that of the public. The
Record Herald champions the cause OF
the good the clear, the beneficial IN
every matter Of city, state or national
moment. 1t is the knowledge on its
readers that it cares not whom it hits
or what enemies it makes so long as 1T
is battling for the welfare of the commu
nifty, which gives The Record Herald
much of the Influence it enjoys. 1t gives
in its news columns the most complete
and impartial reports Of political events,
another evidence OF its splendid news
service.
The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1908-02-07

proposition like this Get your friends
to go in with you aud purchase lOacre
tracts. thus owning few 4Os. To the
sportsman will say they claim the best
fishing and duck shooting in the West
Indies are right at this portion of the
island.
When Uncle Sam takes over this
property, which he will surely do soon,
you will wish you had several such
tracts
Stop shoveling snow and coal, throw
away your shovel and overcoat and join
our colony.
See maps and views at Downing's
office, and do not forget the offer closes
March LIST. Truly yours,
+. !. DoUD.
The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1908-02-07
Uncle Eben.

de nan dat nebber makes mis-
takes" said Uncle Eben, doesn't ex-
list, ceptin' in his own imagination.
An he is generally one O. de mos mis-
taken people dat is"
The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1908-02-07
MISCELLANEOUS.

Loans.
Our mortgages are never sold, traded or
talked about by the holder. Right. to
repay semi-annually.
r. r. JENNINGS,
14t3 Loan Agt Paw Paw.
The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1908-02-07

New arrivals Of Wash Goods Shoes Carpets Rugs Laces and
Embroideries. Closing out Ladies Furs at fraction Of
their cost Ladies heavy Wool Jackets worth
up to $40, going at CSC.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-10-17

made a movement as II In rise 20 meet
him. He looked at me- oddly
1T seems SO strange. even Yet. TO lie
still and greet ones friends.
II was poorly thought up. He IS my
physician, and one does not run Ia meet
the family doctor as a rule.
You have those impulses often. now
that you are better. don't you?" h asked.
tapping away AT the roots"
Il wish she'd tap little harder" I
said, then III be on my feet. But truth
fully. I can't say feel it very keeny, eX-
ccpt when you come"
Then I turned a bright scarlet.
But / plunged boldly on. Ever since
YOU first came l found myself saying.
81 have that queer feeling that | must
get up. Have you been saying telepath-
ically to me. Get up and walk. lazy
grip
To my surprise, he turned as red as I.
We'll. no, not exactly he answered.
but I'd try 1t if I thought it would make
you
I'm afraid it wouldn't, quite 1
laughed.
His eyes are blue. Strange I have
never known ii.
Some day they will look on n woman as
I have dreamed they look on me.
Oh, blessed little Celia friend. Can't
you whisper through the silence and tell
ma how to take this love from my heart.
where it aches and throbS and cries ont
in its loneliness? God loved you wheE He
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seems just one more thing TO try, even
when a case seems hopeless.
And You are afraid il will hurt me
too much" I said.
He shook his head.
Il am afraid. sometimes, you viii not
respond
If there is any chance" I said eagerly
ANY chance al ali"
"Win you believe there is a chance n
l tell yVi 500"
Il will. | said.
Then | have gained that much" he
said. almost as If 10 himself
\ chance.
II l could stand or my feet. II I could
walk about the room. could greet him
when he comes. could have the color ~
health on these pale cheeks-perhaps
They used To call me beautiful. Now
my mirror shows a white. white face and
dark. staring. hateful eyes. My hair
looks dull and ugly. and my prettiest
gowns are, after all. shapeiess lounging
robes. invalid dresses. Bah, how l hate
the word,
And he is full of life and strength and
could j give to him? Nothing. nothing,
hopes. the swift dying Of those hopes.
There is no chance. He only tried to
comfort me. Yet | must believe him or
my belief i'm God Himself is dead.
They say the clouds are lined with sill
yer. hut il IS not so. At least some light.
light cloud may have a silver lining but
the backest. thickest clouds the clouds
that wrap around and beat you down and
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-10-17

was ashamed. 1t seemed by daylight.
as though | could have helped it. and
when night came again l lay quite still
and counted sheep. But they grew 81
many. There were fields and fields OF
them,
Then my eyes opened wide. my hands
crowding sheep looked at me with re-
proachful eyes.
Then Mandy moved toward the tele-
phone. but 1 saw and stopped her.
rs II such dreadful thing" l asked
her, that l should be awake a few
hours? don't mind it in the least Bring
me q book"
Poor Mandy brought the book. 1 babe
her sleep.
She answered. Yes. Miss Alice" in a
heart-broken voice. and flung the book
aside and beckoned her to me-
Say the Psalms" / whispered
And she sCbbed. in fearful relief: DE
Lord am my shepherd, 1 shall not want. :"
let her go on. But 1 do want, l do,
Last night the pain came back. / could
have stood 1t, only that had had no rest.
But 1 told myself I did not need him
and 1 would not send.
Then Mandy crept away. and as I lay
there moaning little means Of pain and
SELF pity there was a long stride across
the floor and voice close to my ear.
l reached up my hands.
"Oh, good saint I began. Then L
realized 1 was saying it aloud and L
stopped.
He asked no questions. only called for
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-10-17

again. and the last one I remember was.
He shall give His angels charge over
1t seemed like a prophecy and prom
Use.
I wonder. little Celia-Journal. II you
are one of the angels Mandy's Psalms
tells about Surely your sympathetic
spirit lives between these brown covers
and flies to meet me when I unfasten this
tiny paddock.
And Mandy is another angel. a nice
big. coy, black angel with room In her
lap for tired, aching head. and room IN
her heart for me and all my pains and
tiresome meanings.
/ told her as much this morning.
Laws, honey. Miss Alice she said.
81 amt a angel. I'm just yo' nuss and
yo' maid But if it'll Accommodate you
or any them lii pretty ideas o yours,
why Mandy'll be a angel fer yer
And maybe the new doctor is an angel,
a great big man-angel. with strong,
broad invisible wings.
He floats in-walks in, l mean. and q
touch of strength comes to me. l almost
move sometimes to go to meet him. There
is something remarkable about him,
though he is far from the breezy knoc n
things-over kind. that you associat with
people OF exceptional vital force.
l almost laughed the other day while
he was here. I thought this out sudden
ly, the man-angel part, and he looked up
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I ROSE AND WENT TOWARD HIM.

took You all too young to know a wom-
ans heartache
Il don't think you need me any more, -
he said today.
l took hold of the coverlet. and smiled
back at him.
Have 1 been such a troublesome pa
tient that you are going 10 cast me off?
I'm not going TO cast you off, he
said. I'm coming just the same, il [
may. | hope I'm your friend now, and
when | come you must forget L m "A physi-
clan
I'm under orders" I said. I'll for
get anything I'm told to-
He looked at me seriously. How blue
his eyes are, dark blue, that turn almost
black when he speaks earnestly.
Il wish you would or could he said.
Then he changed the subject.
WHAT could he have meant? What
does he want me TO forget? 1t can't be
Hollis. have told him that plainly
too plainly. L thought. that he is nothing
to me.
What can it be? Ny suffering? But
I have nearly forgotten that, too. He
must see how contented, how nearly hap
Ply l am when he is here. And surely he is
not second-sighted TO see my foolish com
plants when he is not here. And not a
word do ! speak except TO You, little
brown book Not even TO dear dumb
Mandy, who watches me with questioning
looks.
| heard him talking to her the other
day. Can he have suggested that | go
south? Back to father and mother, 10
lie on a couch there and be pitied,
I called Mandy then.
Did DIR. Earick say anything to you
about me?' l asked her sharply.
Then l bethought myself that L was
prying.
Il mean, Mandy l said more gently.
'did he think we'd better go home south
you and I?'
Law. no. honey. he never said a single
word bout us goin' away from here"
I've thought and thought.
Can it be that there is something yet
untried, something that would hurt-tor-
ture me, and he does not dare 10 speak OF
il to me? Have l proved myself such Il
coward in pain? All, yes, | was a coward
But ! am stronger. And if he would hold
my hands tight. tight. think. Maybe /
could bear anything he told mc IL.
l shall ask him.
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You know, dear child. how I sympa-
thize."
Yes. mother" I said. II know now
you sympathiZe.'
Il think you should appreciate the fact
that / have to leave your father and
stay up north here with YOU"
You don't need to-" I said. I'll give
you back to father. l mustn't be sell
fish
Then mother went away to her tailor's
and luncheon. Poor mother.
Then I sent a telegram to father:
Send for her l want to be alone
He will send.
My journal is taking to itself individu-
atty. 1t is my contidante. my bosom
friend. l feel as If its name must be
Celia. For once there was a girl named
Celia that I loved. She was the only per-
son, except Mandy, 1 ever could tell
things to, and Mandy has always been
my shadow: literally and figuratvely, my
large, fat, distorted. companionable shad-
ow, One can always tell things to ones
shadow.
P'1t Celia died
Why do l feel that she knows about my
journal? Why do 1 feel that she knows
about my poor battered back and aching
spine? At times her little tinger-tips fol-
low the doctors in their torture journey
and their soothing is all that keeps me
from crying aloud with pain and hopeless
ness.
For that is what is killing me!
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hot water. fingered needle swiftly and
a sharp little pain shot up my arm
Then his hand smoothed the hair from
my forehead, while grim pain and all It's
cohorts swept backward into oblivion; a
Softness crept to my pillows and heaVl-
ness to my limbs.
Today he talked with me about the &C
cident He led me on to tell him how II
happened. what 1 thought when L fell
and all the morbid horrid details that
make of a catastrophe a vivid picture
photographed on ones brain.
.'Who picked you up?' he asked.
Hollis" told him.
HE isl?
There's nothing to know. He marries
Eleanor next week.
Eleanor?
The girl who rode my horse"
He looked at me sOberly.
Fate certainly had it up her sleeve Tor
you he said.
"One can't give up what doesn't really
belong to one 1 said. THE horse was
mine"
If you don't mind bit more cate
chizing. do YOU remember what words you
first heard after YOU fell?'
Il smiled. I think it wasn't pleasant
smile.
Never walk again. she was almost
screaming. Why, she might as we'll be
dead I rather agreed with her.
He bit his lip.
IT shouldn't have told you literally" L
said. reproaching myself. 1t is always a
temptation to speak bitterly when L let
myself talk of that time.
"That is just what I wanted-a literal
account" he assured me.
~ felt went on, las II the earth and
sky had met and was in between them.
Then mothers well timed exclamation.
then Mandy's weepings and calling on
the Lord to spare me: then Hollis scared
looks when he came near me! Later MS
insisting that he should marry me, that a
little thing like getting G5out as other
women do wasn't going to make cad of
him, and finally Eleanors confession.
poor child. that they We're getting up
their courage to tell me they'd fallen in
love with each other when my little affair
took place and closed their mouths. Oh.
1t all came in orderly sequence but by the
time / came north it was like dreadful
dream-the only part that was real was
me-"
And then he rose to go.
Forgive the questionings." he said.
.'They're over"
Today a big. big bunch OF roses came.
The card read. From an inquisitor.
1 sent line of thanks.
Oh, Celia journal. if 1 had not you to
tell these things to.
Sometimes, after your small hands
close my eyes to slumber and feel their
soft caressings, the same touch that in
childhood used to soothe me, it seems
that suddenly, in their stead, firmer and
longer fingers pressed my eyelids down
an lay along my forehead.
1t may be shame to any woman to think
these things of any man who has said no
word of love TO her. But the fragrance
of his roses sends a madness over me.
His voice. I hear it when he's far away,
is striving and compelling and tender:
and the sound of his step and the echo of
his laugh are company for me Wien the
DAYS and the nights are long.
And if it be shame for woman 10
love. then shamed am /. \ blessed shame
And no one but you. little Journal, will
ever know.
One day last week when he came in
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! More roses came today.
ITO remind YOU of the south, tie card
said
But / do not want to be reminded of the
south | want the north.
The snow is sitting down in fine white
flakes, and opposite my windows the bare
branches of d tree have taken on white
blankets want it all, the north, the
cold, the snow even the helplessness of
lying here, as long everything is as il
is; s long the roses come to tell me
about him: as long as his tall. strong flg-
ure stands in my doorway on the happy
days OF the week: as long his voice
calls. well. little Southerner," and sets
the blood tingling warm in my veins
I want the north as long as all this is
unchanged.
When the roses cease TO come, when my
doorway is forever empty, when l cannot
hear his voice, then the south, or any
place to hide in,
I shall tear out these last pages.
have been reading them over. VII il
hurt you. Celia-Journal to tear these in
innate condolences from YOU? VIII YOU
take back your sympathy. your under
standing of ME, il I do.
l asked him today. He seemed iiitle
startled.
Nowadays he told me. there always
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and caught me broadly grinning at him.
He smiled back.
II was thinking how you'd look with
wings,"I said brilliantly, and could feel
my face crimson.
He looked at me sharply for a mo-
ment. then the smile twitched again at
the corners of his mouth.
They'd be mighty convenient" he.
said, when my horses get lame and the
auto breaks down."
He finished d little powder and came
over to me.
Don't think too much" he said Read
mush and rest and-don't care
He put his hand on my forehead.
cool as cucumber" lie said. You re
a plucky little girl
And ! said Ineekiy, thank YOU" and
cried IA little when ne was gone
It's nice tn have big, kind man-ansel
around. but you miss him when he goes.
sent for a lot of ''mush'' novels. They
have come, and are in row on the low
bookstand at the side Of my couch.
The man-angel picked one up one day.
80 Tender Doores,''' he read. "A
woman has courage to send a book out
with a title like that
And as likely as not she wasn't tender
enough"
They'll do. think" he answered.
'It seems an insult to ones BRAIN
complained.
Your brain won't consider them an
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1 shall never walk again. never ride.
never dance Written down. the words
look almost meaningless: Never walk
never ride-never dance! But when l
whisper them to myself they are Ike the
echoes of lost souls sweeping by Ne i'll
vain search of some vanished earthly hap
pinesS.
Newer walk. never ride. never walk
never ride. They beat themselves in u
rhythm on my brain at night. and my
brain takes it up and echoes it through
out my sleep.
Why need it have been? If Eleanor
must have gone with that morning.
after she had said no, why did ] offer
her my horse and take, myself. old Hat
ter. who stumbles naturally as he
breathes. Why did / forget Halter
stumbling everything except the morning
air, and the pink coats. and the cry OF
the hounds? Why did jump? Why need
i fail? God must have forgotten me that
morning. He must have been looking ont
for the rest that took the fence so safely.
then turned away. az daring. foolish
little creature on Il big, half-blind horse
leaped into the air gallantly. to fall-so
ANONYMOUSLY. AS long IS you live. dear
little Celia-JOurnal, you Will never know,
] can never put in words, the vision that
flashed over me as we Tell.
II was as if / saw that II might have
been Eleanor, but it was l. Oh, God, it
was |.
Il is nice that l have a journal, and it
is nice that l want to write in it.
Mother has gone south today. She will
have her teas and luncheons, and the
women that haven't been north this year
will know all about the New York fash
ions and fads. And they all will ask
about me. and mother Will shake her
pretty blond head and say: Poor Alice.
she takes il so hard Then they will
talk about Eleanor's engagement TO my
cousin Hollis, and some OF them will say
to themselves Poor Alicer' again. And
they won't know that i don't care; that
I'm glad he is going to marry her.
1t was | who broke our engagement,
ne who insisted IL should not be broken.
They wept at the plighting OF their troth-
And yet they We're not to biams. Love
goes whittier it Will
The sun shines into my pretty room.
and flowers scent the air. Mandy croons
in low chair as she mends some lace
my impatient fingers have torn.
II is time for the new doctor. stay
very close to me, little Celia, with your
tender touch.
The smooth-faced one is tall and
broad The Others were stopped and mar
row The others gtzed at me with gen.
tie eyes of pity. He has a frank. clear
glance that meets mine squarely.
1t rains today. All morning on my
window panes the rain-drops have pelted
and | have closed my eyes and nave seen
the woods with their dripping trees and
wet clustering paths. ard have breathed
in the cold, damp. fragrant air of the au-
tumn storm
No pain today
Last night Nancy said Psalms TO me
as | tried TO sleep. She repeats them
fragmentariiy. inaccurately. tenderly,
hopefully.
DE Lord am my shepherd
Il shall NOT want.
me all my days.
He shall cover thee with His feath-
ers.
Thou shalt not be afraid for the ter
ror by night
made her say that over and over
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try to smother you are lined with gold.
pure gold. and set with diamonds Of light.
Hesterday-it was yesterday. though
my heart says il was a year ago-he
came. He was nervous and i'll at ease,
and / rallied him on his restlessness.
You have bad conscience. told
him.
IF it were only my conscience" he
Then was still. for knew that some
thing troubled him.
Can you tell me?' l began.
Il must tell you" he said. Will You
listen carefully"
Suddenly he sat down: almost across
the room the chair was. but opposite my
couch and where / could see him clearly.
IF L can help / murmured I'M
easily.
I was afraid.
Il love woman he began abruptly.
''love her dearly" I heard his voice
through rushing waters. She is very
gentleneSs.
"Why-why do you tell me?" could
hear my voice quavering out the foolish
question.
This woman" he went on. lis in the
hands OF "a power that holds her slave.
IL is wrong for her to submit to it How
can tell her? How make her break her
chains?"
She is married, / thought.
For a moment cruel joy took posses
sion of me. He could not have her. 1T
would be wrong. Ii he asked me I should
tell him So
shall tell her TO throw off this ac-
cursed bondage? Shall -"
He leaned toward me and / thought L
was going to say NO. no. It would be
wrong"
But / could not Thank God. Even
while / thought
This is what did say.
Yes. tell her. Make her yours. / want
you happy"
Alice"
What did II mean? In that one speak
ing Of my name the black cloud began
to break, ard one OF its diamond lights
twinkled through. l raised myself to-
ward him.
Alice. you are the woman Can't YOU
see? Don't you know? Come TO ms.'
He stood. but did not move. H.
stretched ont his arms and I-ah IL
had been twice dead | think L should
have come TO life.
| rose from my couch and went toward
him. | reached my haven. And the voice
! love was in my ear, the arms l love
Then his words, broken and breathless.
came TO me-
My little girl. Ny little girl
lie carried me back TO the couch. and
the gold Of those black clouds wrapped
us about
told him how l loved him. quite
shameiessly: and / held his hand tight.
And finally I said: And IL you will
hold me. ! will have anything done TO
cure me. | must be well for you.
Then he laughed, but it sounded almost
like crying.
Have you forgotten, sweetheart, that
you walked to me?'' he said.
L had forgotten.
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your opinions of people to pour out long
ings and heartaches. and then to turn the
key neatly on them all. and lay them
away, 1t appealed to the secret. reserve
side of me- and I meant some day TO do
II.
But I hadn't time then to do all the
things there were to be done. let alone
write. any of them down. So the years
slippeh. galloped by.
Now 1 am too idle; there is nothing to
write.
or course. I can "inscribe"-I believe
that was the word I ussd-my opinions
of the people about me; but they are in
different opinions.
My doctors. two gray bearded torturers.
who maltreat my poor back to the point
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To-day we were married. 1t is only a
week from that dark cloudy day, that
turned such golden weather. but he would
have il so.
And tonight We go aboard the ship
that takes us across to Happy Land.
All. little Celia friend, I've gotten back
into that land where you and I once trav.
eled Only our journeys were in fancy.
This is real.