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The Tupelo journal., 1909-07-09

"Queeksand, Queeksand!" he yelled.
Murray stopped short on the very
edge of a t~reacherous pit of quick
sand. He tested 1t cautiously with
one foot and while 1t looked like dry
sand it yielded readily and sucked in
his foot greedily. The little French
man kept on shrieking warnings to
his prospective passenger to go back.
He would not bring his boat nearer
shore, but motioned to the detective
to give him the dollar first. Murray
cut a long stick from q tree and
fastened the dollar bill to an end of
the stick, then climbed out on a limb
Of a tree overhanging the water and
tried to hand the money to him in
this way. 1t was a long and difficult
reach, requiring a series Of prolonged
gymnastic efforts, and Murray was by
no means a lightweight. In the midst
Of his contortions the limb bent and
broke suddenly, and the detective
Topped heavily into a quicksand by
the waters edge.
Murray could feel himself settling
lower and lower. To struggle yet
more furiously would have only has
tened the extremely unpleasant end.
Clearly the French ~financier was mas
ter Of the situation. and there was no
chance for arguments as far as terms
Of rescue were concerned.
Back in here, man, back In! Name
your price later but give me a grip
of the boat" yelled the detective des-
perately.
but how much you give?" insisted
the Frenchman, holding himself just
out OF reach.
A bewildering array Of high figures
flashed across the detectives vision.
Plainly it was no time for haggling.
and the offer Of a big sum trembled
on the tip OF his tongue. He felt him
self slowly but surely settling.
name your own price," he said.
The little Frenchman eyed him with
sparkling eyes.
AYou must give me one dollair-no
less" he cried.
II spite Of his desperate predica-
ment Murray almost laughed. He had
The Tupelo journal., 1909-07-09

stepped toward the unwelcome visitor
waving her axe in the air. Murray
leveled his revolver at her breast and
spoke coolly over his shoulder to Dob
bin. IF you think anything of your
wife, Dobbin," he said, I'D advise you
to call her of. l object to shooting
women, unless compelled to. She's
a fool anyway, to try to interfere with
an officer in the execution of his duty.
II I have to arrest her, take her to
Winnipeg and lock her up in Jail, she'll
have nobody but herself to blame"
There was no reply from Dobbin,
but the woman looking into the muz-
zle Of the death-dealing weapon held
in the detectives steady hand anne
to a sudden halt and stood in the mid
die of the kitchen floor, axe in hand,
while her sister guarded the door with
the cleayer. For several moments no
one spoke and a dead silence reigned
around the lonely farm house. The
twilight shades were falling and a
veil of darkness gradually descended
until Murray could barely distinguish
the three figures OF his companions.
The silence was shattered by the
sharp vibrant striking of a clock, and
as the last peal died away Murray
sprang to his feet and spoke with de-
termined energy.
Times up" he said briefly. Strike
a light"
There was no response and he turned
swiftly to Dobbin. I've had quite
enough Of this foolery," he exclaimed.
Axe or no axe. woman or no woman,
this stops right now. For the last
time | order you to call on your wife,"
Mrs. Dobbin burst into q tempest Of
rage.
I'll die before my husband crosses
the Red river tonight" she shouted.
I'll take him, you and your sister,"
responded Murray ilercely.
Then he again turned his attention
to his prisoner. Get 3 move on you"
he said roughly. I've dallied around
here too long. Well hire = boat three
miles up the river"
\ own . boat on the river" said
Dobbin sulIenly.
The Tupelo journal., 1909-07-09
Overcoming MiIdew.

A cure for mildew that is the rem
edy of an old negro laundress, is ex-
cellent for all white goods, and will
not injure fine materials.
Pour a quart of boiling water over
two ounces of chloride of lime, add
three quarts Of cold water, let the
mixture stand until settled, strain,
and 1t Is ready for use.
The material should be stepped in
the lime water for a day or over
night, when the spots will be found
to have disappeared.
The Tupelo journal., 1909-07-09
Dutch Collars.

A pretty woman OF acknowledged
good taste was asked her opinion OF
Dutch collars, and this was the an
swer: "They are bewitching for chill
dren and young girls. After Is the
neck bears unmistakaDle signs of the
abuse Of high, tight collars and looks
much older than it really is. ! think
ii disgusting to show ones defects to
the public"
The Tupelo journal., 1909-07-09
Headqear Showing the Vogue of Enormous Wings and Feathers.

years vintage, and all are trimmed
with buttons.
Old silver, pearl, some ~hand-carved.
and jet continue to be used abundant
ly. Wide embroideries and soutached
insets are among the much-used trim
mings.
The Tupelo journal., 1909-07-09
Proper Use Of TaIcum.

Talcum was never intended as a
toilet article for whitening the face.
but it soothes a burned skin. If, how
ever, talcum is added to face powder
the irritation that often follows the
application of face powder will not be
noticed. 1t makes a powder smooth.
The Tupelo journal., 1909-07-09

LID DOBBIN
was a name
given by some
to John Dob
bin of Brace
bridge, when
h e skipped
out of the dis
trict across
the Red river
in the west
ern country,
away out in
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DlC1OU. murray CySu A
with a sardonic grin.
"Why don't you start yelling for
your friend, the sheriff." be queried
jovially.
Dobbin glared f~uriously at the con.
founder Of his plans. A lurid v OF
crimson dyed his face, the veins in his
forehead swelled almost to the burst
inc noint. and reaching over he
grasned the decanter by the neck.
Murray tipped his revolver out, and
tho two men stood face to face, inc
thirsting for revenge, the other ready
to repel the expected attack.
Murray was the first to speak.
"Take a good drink, Dobbin." he
said without the slightest trace OF ex-
element In his voice.
The boat was already In the locks.
SLOWLY Dobbin's grasp Of the decanter
relaxed. he placed 1t back on the table.
sighed. and then taking It up again
noured out a long drink and swal-
lowed it in a draughts Murray stood
watching him, and as he replaced the
empty glass on the table smiled
sweetly.
~Why don't you yell, Dobbin!' he
asked Tor the second time.
Dobbin looked at his tormentor, at
the locked door, at the closed port
hole: and then sank into . chair.
murray, rye lost my voice." he
-xa-~n1x 1w
The Tupelo journal., 1909-07-09

49, BY GEORGE T. PARDY
The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1907-1917, 1909-06-17

WhOm she mad seen come around the
corner But the woman at the front
door was staring straight ahead of
her-seemingly into space-and did
not see her.
"And"-she, the woman outside
the front door, on the rainy porch,
began again, II wanted the forty
cents" she said simply, "to-fnish-
payin' - for my - baby's - cof-
fin. Tell your mistress my names
Rosalie Priest"
She turned abruptly and started
off the porch, but for a moment
paused. She seemed ten years older
The woman in the hall had not
heard the other woman. Like one in a
dream she had stood, with aching
heart she had thought hers
was bitter burden! But now
Call her back, Thomas!" she
cried authoritatively. ''Hurry!" she
said, as the stolid Thomas hearing
this familiar voice of command, had
become the stately, solemn perfume
tory butler, as became one in so high
position, as to be butler in the
richest family on "Mi1lionaire Row.
and was moving slowly toward the
porch.
Hurry, I tell you'll" impatiently.
There were tears in the woman's
voice and eyes. Bring her back
want to help her, to love her,-to
comfort her." she had added to her
self
She was peering out the doorway,
where Thomas stood on the top step
of the broad steps which led out on
the terraces.
She brushed by him impatiently,
and out into the rain, in her thin
slippers, and black gown of sheer,
soft stuff, she ran, crying hopefully,
and yet pitifully, Come back
pleased Woman-you-mus
back" She entreated. But only the
wind Knocked her sweet voice, and no
answer came, save the constant drip
drop of the rain from the tall trees,
and the winds hoarse cries.
Cropping in the darkness night
had suddenly descended-and weird
fantastic shadows the mist had made
of the familiar shrubs, she made her
way back to the house where she saw
her husband coming hastily down
the broad steps of the piazza He
picked her up-she was but a slight
burden for one so broad shouldered
and stalwart-and carried her into
the hall. By the broad, generous of
width open fireplace, in which mer-
rily blazed huge log, he put her
gently down in an easy chair, and
knelt beside her, taking off her little
thin slippers. Thomas had told him
of the beggar
The housekeeper, and maids, ALL
came to see if she needed anything
They one and all adored her, and
with her weak throat to go out on a
night like this-it was terrible. And
for beggar!
She turned to the housekeeper,
The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1907-1917, 1909-06-17

an empty carriage borne Dy TWO
frightened horses, came madly, fran
tically down the broad street, Just as
the band was playing "Dixie," and
the lad-loyal little son of the South
loved this far best of any music
And on, and on came the trembling,
snorting horses and too late, the ca
ger little Dixie" enthusiast, cross
ing the street, made for an escape
There was none-but that of death,
which happily came later in the day,
and carried him smilingly away, and,
crushed and in bitter agony as he
lay, he had said ''Now don't fret
Mumsie and thank the
kind woman" and then ~>
"The kind woman some one who
saw the accident, had told them, was
a washerWoman, a dark eyed, thin,
stoop-shouldered woman, who had
hastily put her basket down, and ran
in front of the horses and stopped
them-but too late. At risk of her
own life, they had said. And she had
knelt by the little boy, and soothed
and petted him, until the great doc
tor had come, and lifted him tender
Lyle and the lads father, to his
own home. The woman had quietly
slipped away, but some one had said
that her name was Rosalie Priest.
But the woman who had known her,
had too moved on in the throng gath
been able to find the washerwoman,
to thank her for trying to save the
boy, or, the woman who knew her
Dear little lad! Tt was fiercely
raining down there under the mag
nolia trees where he lay asleep .
from a wee child he had been afraid
of a storm, which fact he had often
bemoaned as unworthy of a boy of
seven And yet, he had always
come to her, and put the quaint stool
of embroidered chintz that his grand
mother had worked, off at boarding
school, quite close to her, all during
the storms of summer, and would
cuddle quite close to her with his
little dark haired head buried in her
lap. And he was pitifully alone now
in the storm, and she, too, was alone
He had told her mot to fret"
YEARLY she arose and turned on a
flood of light, for it was growing
some darker. She went back to the
window and glanced listlessly out.
From the slight eminence on which
her home stood, she could overlook
the entire square. 1t was then she
espied the woman, being so rudely
blown along at the mercy of the
storm. What was she doing out on
such wild day as this? A beggar
probably. But most of the beggars
went in at the back to the residences
to the servants quarters. Into the
door of one house she went, rang,
and-then quickly out. Into anoth-
er, and the door-the massive front
door, was opened by a man servant,
and shut again in a moment. The
rain had died down to a weird mono
tone, that had bitter metallic ring
The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1907-1917, 1909-06-17

circllng the grounds, and passed on.
By this time the woman at the
window was alertly, intently inter-
ested. She watched eagerly for her
to reappear, but she did not. List
lessly she sat down again, but this
time by the fire, and again took up
the burden of her thoughts.
A keen vibrant ring at the front
door startled her. Then she heard
the clear voice of Thomas, the butler.
"My mistress never gives money
any more. She's that soft hearted,
that everybody imposed on her. But
you can step around to the back
entrance and the cook, or one of the
maids, will give you something to
eat. They have their orders to do
that very thing. We don't turn any
body away hungry" he said boast
ingly
"No, you can't see her
She's had lot of trouble" posi-
lively.
eff she'd had trouble-don't both
err her." she heard the woman say,
but not in the whining tones of the
professional beggar, but, as if there
would never again be aught in her
life but rain, and hopelessness, and
utter WEAKNESS. "Eat!" she had
cried, "it'd choke me I
could ave worked out'n the money
a washin' for her. I guess I'll be
movin back, I live a fur piece" she
had added hopelessly.
The woman by the fire had risen,
and moved irresolutely toward the
door of the library which was par
TALLY concealed by heavily embroid-
cred red silk curtains. She pushed
these back little. Should she help
the woman? So many had taken ad-
vantage of her kindness of heart
suppose she, too-this wo-
man-at the door, was worthless.
Just then she heard Thomas say to
the woman, it was utterly unlike
him, as careful training as he had
had-with undeniable curiosity in
his voice, would you mind telling
me your name, an what you wanted
with just forty cents think that's
what you wished me to ask my mis-
tress for. 1t seems such a little to
beg for"
mo-" replied the woman very
slowly-and with utter Indifference
to his rudeness, for which he should
answer, the slender figure behind the
partially parted curtains determined
the usually silent, inscrutable au-
tomato Thomas-was it curiosity or
was he stirred with pity. "No, I do
not mind" she repeated, cts just
this, I amt got to work as much as
common this week, my baby's been
sick Yesterday the officers took my
husband back where we come from,
for retailing liquor without license
hes awful good to me an the chill
dren-there amt but two now-the
baby died today Yes-the baby
died today" she added, with a de-
spairing bitterness in her slow voice,
and as if she was trying to convince
The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1907-1917, 1909-06-17

V0mD0r AFTERNOON, by Von0m0nC
burst of rain and wind-the inmates
of her street would doubtless have
characterized this steady downpour
as "devilish hard rain The
Greggsonian method of speech mere
ly states facts, without any polishing
or "fur-belows.
About her shoulders, the woman
clutched wildly a faded bit of plaid
shawl-she was hatless. To an on
LOCKER the shawl seemed to have
been added to her wardrobe as an
afterthought. There was something
in her appearance that gave one this
impression-as if the urgency Of her
errand had been such, that it mat
tered not what she wore.
To those who lived on the stately
street, in which the woman turned
by her own volition, and the ready
assistance of the wind-and which,
on account of the magnificence of it's
homes, had been dubbed "The Mil
lionaire's Row'-if asked to define
the passionate bursts of rain, would
doubtless have referred to it, in the
poetical terms, that the rain was
falling with satanic fury" which is
hardly as expressive, but means the
same, in "the long run"
In the handsomest of these homes,
there sat ensconced in richly bro
eaded red chair, which seemed to
threaten to almost envelop her slen-
der figure, a woman, sombrely robed
in black, her hands tightly clenched
staring straight ahead of her, and
yet not needing the metallic cries of
breaking tWigs the wind was so fiend-
fshly crushing, and as carelessly
throwing to the brown earth. She
was thinking, thinking endlessly,
with no relief from her thoughts
The great, richly furnished room
glowed in the freight, giving every
evidence Of an exquisite refinement
and unlimited means to crafty this
taste for the luxurious. There were
flowers great vivid poinsettas and
scarlet roses in oddly shaped brass
bowls, on the quantity carved ma
hogany tables, whose polished sur
faces cleaned brightly in the dane
ing light of the fire. The only in
congruity seemed a baseball glove
yes, a baseball glove, and a SCARED
bat, which lay on one of the richly
brocaded chairs by the open piano,
and boys red cap, as if they had
been hurriedly thrown there in boy
ish impetuous fashion-and they
had.
Was it week or year ago? the
woman by the window wondered
when the dark haired, eager dark
eyed little boy had, that Saturday
morning, rushed in from play, to ask
permission to make a visit to some
little friend near by, and hearing the
inspiring strains of a brass band at
the corner, irrespective of being an
inmate of the most aristocratic man
sion in the "Row," he had hastily
thrown hat, cap and ballglove on
the seat near where She--hiS moth
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PAGE TWO
WHEN HEARTS BREAK1 IDA c1u7a sy ulusuAv
"EVer morning EOOre TO eveniNg,
But some heart did break. -

wN GREGG'S ALLEY, where lived
the stoop-shouldered woman,
who was being blown-actually
n blown, around the corner, that
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1909-07-02
s.S5.Ir
Sutton-Barrett.

A pretty home wedding occur.
red Sunday night at the home of
Mr.. and Mrs. W. H. Sutton. east
Broadway, when their daughter.
Madge, was united in marriage to
Mr.. Cyrus Barrett. Only the mem.
Ders OF the Sutton family, two or
three relatives from abroad and
a few intimate friends of the
young people were present. The
cermOny was prfOrmed by Rev. G
W. Afford.
Mrs. Barrett has lived here for
several years and for some time
has been employed in the photo
graph galleries as retOucher. She
is popular among an extensive
circle of acquaintance. The grOol
for several years has been in the
employ of the Collins barber shop
and Is popular young man
among his friends. They will
go to housekeeping in the second
ward. The Democrat joins their
friends in extending congratula.
tiOns.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1909-07-02
POST SAVED MOTOR PARTY
Milton McGreevey, A Former
Great Bend Boy The Rescued
Driver.

Mr.. Milton McGreevey. SON Of
Mr.. and Mrs. W. H. McGreeyev
OF this city in company with fis
family and friends, had mar.
row escape from a serious acci
dent Sunday. We take the fol.
lowing concerning the affair
from the Monday Star.
10 small post beside a bridge
ilve persons who were in a tour
ing car owe their escape fnm
bad wetting and possible drowr
Ing late yesterday afternoon. And
moreover, if it hadn't been for
the post the motor car probably
would have been ruined. The
grateful motorists are Mr.. and
Mrs. NJ. c. McGreevy and 6-year-
old son of 1882 Wyanlotte st.,
and MIR. and Mrs. Thomas G..
Hatcher of 1898 Prospect avenue.
The car was a Cadillac 30 and the
accommodating post stood and
still stands, beside the big bridge
over the Blue River near Dodson.
Returning from Lone Jack in
the rain of yesterday afternoon.
Inc party reached the bridge
about five thirty o'clock. Mr.. Me.
Greeey was at the wheel. After
making the turn in the .ad t!.a.
leads TO the bridge Mr.. McGrre-
w threw on the foot brake. The
car Stacked speed all right but.
skldding on the slippery rod, it
plunged over the steep bank of
the river.
The five occupants were in a
panic. The heavy storm curtains
were tightly fastened and it was
impossible to leap out of the car.
However, as the motor slanted
down the bank the fender hooked
onto the post and the car abrupt
ly stopped. Chains, secured in
: rDOdsOn held the car to the bridge
last night. The frightened motor.
lists went home on the street car.
The Blue River is very high at
the present time.
NJ. c. MGcreevy is a member of
the firm of Strandberg, McGreev,
& Co., stock brokers. With an.
other car ard a block and tackle
arrangement, Mr.. MeGreevy res
cude his machine this morning. II
patted' the post gratefully before
he hft the bridge.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1909-07-02
Often Esther Circle

The following program was
given by the Queen Esther Circle
last Sunday evening at s o'clock
at the NJ. Z. Church:
Organ Solo. Miss Pearl Emile,
Americas Reception to the
Nations Under Our Flag. Char.
acters Represented: Herald, Es.
corts to America, America, Queen
Esther and Circle, W. H. NJ. S..
Home Guards, Mothers Jewels
Deaconess and Nurse Deaconess.
Different Nations Indians
Spanish, Italian, Chinese, Japa
nese, Bohemian, Hawaiian, Portc
Rican, Alaskan.
Mormon Girl, Slum child, Mis-
sionard Barrell, Mite Box, Noun
tain Girl.
Several musical numbers wer,
taken to assist the Queen Esther
given. A silver offering wa
Orcle in a scholarship for Rit
ter home.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1909-07-02
Mrs. Goold thu Winner

The HOOsier kitchen cabinet
given away by the Great Bend
Furniture Company on Monday
went to Mrs. j. c. GoOld, of I'LL
Stone St., city. A large number
of ladies assembled at the store
at the appointed time. 1t was
decided by them that the fifth
name drawn from the box should
be the lucky one. A little girl
drew the names, Mrs. Goods be-
ing the fifth name to be drawn.
The HOOsier cabinet is one of
the most economical pieces of kit
chen furniture built. 1t is a
step saver, a time saver, and a
temper saver. A place for every
thing and not a dozen different
places in the kitchen for things.
The popularity of this piece of
furniture, which has been having
such an excellent run with the
Great Bend Furniture Co., was
attested by the large number of
ladies who were present at the
store at the time of the drawing.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1909-07-02
Leave Off Your Guns.

Deputy Sheriff Lawhorn Of
Pawnee Rock came down Monday
morning with one John Wells
better known as ''Blacky," a mai
who has been coming through
this territory for the last ten
years, and whose chief vocation
seems to be gambling. He ar
raigned before Justice Clayton on
the charge of carrying conceal
ed weapons, a gun having been
found on him. He plead guilty
to the charge, received a sen.
tence of thirty days in Jail, coup
led with a fine of five dollars,
plus the COSTS. He began serv-
ing his sentecne at once.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1909-07-02
st. Rose Hospital

In the two weeks l spent il
this institution as patient.
had opportunity to verify tn,
favorable opinion | have alwayt
held of the Sisters of St. Dom
lnl IN charge, and the character
OF the work they are doing. II
is efficient and satisfactory. and
the sisters are very kind and
faithful in their care. They row
number fourteen.
The hospital is largely new and
thoroughly modern in its equip.
ment 1t is pleasantly siuated
with quiet and tasteful surround.
ingS about OneIhalf mile from the
business center of Great Bend
Improvements in its equipments
and grounds are in constant prog
reS.
The present capacity is about
fifty, there being twenty-nine
private rooms and twenty beds in
wards. Its patronage is deserved
ly good, and sometimes taxes its
capacity. Many patients come
from a distance and the field of
the hospital is constantly enlarg.
ing. 1t seems hardly possible that
this fine and extensive plant,
with its great work is the fruit
of only five years efforts.
The estimable Christian women
who have accomplished so much
that can be seen, are to be con-
graduated on their success. Their
real work in the care and comfort
OF the suffering, cannot be writ.
ten down. And the citizens of
Great Bend and of Barton coun-
ty are to. be congratulated that
they have such an excellent hos
pital at hand.
With our skillful and depend-
able physicians and surgeons fur.
nShed with the advantages a
modern hospital affords, we are
we'll equipped to cope with the
more serious physical accidents
and diseases, which sometimes ov
ertake US.
This appreciation is written
upon no request or suggestion, ex
cept that of my own gratitude
and good will.
W. L. SUTHERLAND.
Great Bend, KS, June "a, 'O9.