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Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1910-09-05
LOCAL BRIEFS.

William H. Whittier of Readfield was
4 business visitor in the city Saturday.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1910-09-05
Monday, Sept. s.. 1910.

Cards o. thaniss, obituary notices. re-.
elutiens Of respect, etc, viii be
charged ct the rate Of ten cents per
line. No charge less than Is cents.
All advertising announcements Of en-.
tsrtainmsnts whose object 10 the
raising OF money, Will be charged 1t
the rate Of fifteen cents . line.
Advertising notices, news form win be
excluded from our local columns.
except such - refer to advertisers
occupying space in our advertising
columns and will be run under q
separate head on one Of the local
pages.
subscribers who fail to receive the
Journal promptly will confer = favor
by notifying tho Office Immediately.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1910-09-05
COMMITTEE OF LIGHTHOUSE
AND RJyOYS

Chair:nan-D. c. Robinson; Frank E.
Briggs. H. M. Heath. Albert Newman,
r. n. Pennette. Frank F.. Smith. May
nard Maxim and George W. Bailey.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1910-09-05
MEMBERSHIP COMMITTEE.

MEMBERSHIP COMMITTEE.
Chairman-H. S. Sherburne; Chas. p
Knsman, Harold S. Hichborn; F. B.
Purinton, Z. A. Cooper. C. A. Cloutier,
f. \. Adams.
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REST AID HEALTH 10 MOTHER AND ealLp.

MRS. WINsLow,y SoorHING SYRUP has been
used for over Sixty WARS by MILLIONS Of
TEETHING, with PERFECT sgcc!!.sSS. Il
6OOTHES the CHILD. SOFTENS the GUMS,
AI.I.AYS all PAIN CURES WIND COLO, and
o0lutely harmless. Be sure and ask fol MO.
Winslow's Soothing Syrup" and take 0,,othts
hid. twenty-five cents bottle.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1910-09-05

Pension vouchers executed Sept.
and 5. E. w. Whitehouse. sept3d2t
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1910-09-05
ON CRUISES".'a PA.
RADES AND ENTENT ATNMENT .

Chairman, l.. S. Cooper; George A.
Stafford. Frank X. Wellman, Geo. F.
Stetson, Paul D. Sargent, H. Chernow-
sky. w. H. Reid and w. C. Smith.
The Tupelo journal., 1910-07-01

rRarton cortice. a young New England
er of Scotch-Irish descent, gilteo WITH an
altogether uncommo mentallty, possessSs
the unusual and uncanny power OF VlVlaiy
recalling recollections of his Ego passed In
former reincarnations, centuries apart, IN,
GLIDING man strange adventures py noou
and feld, some of them connected VIII
lo~ng-forgotten treasure-hoards, concerning
which, by virtue of his weird gift. he IS
able to instance definite dates and exact
localities. Al the time when these con-
nected narratives begin. Goraice happens aIs
though potentially he commands greae
wealth. He is reaching out for someone
of means and integrity who Will evihee
nance him in a critical and actual test:
Such an angel appears In the person OF
Lord westbury Wayne, marquis OF scars
dale. a young peer Of great aiza weai'n ady Wro
lures. Retta Cortice, Barton's sister, de-
pendent upon him. believes implicitly IN
her brother, having acted as ms amanu-
Iections. She and Scarsdale eventually
make a match of it," as do also Bar
ton Cortice and Lady Blanche, sister OF
reinforced by John Dare, an American
newspaper man, who acts as narrator,
and Malcolm Forbes, a British mining en-
gineer. After some surprising adventures,
connected with a forgotten gold mine IN
the Andes of Peru, some hidden jewels in
France and the lost treasure OF KIN
John, the young adventurer is induced TO
reveal the mystery OF am an o bis s srjend Sam an
a dash to the South Seas in quest OF a
rich pearl-fishery, and then. in company
with John Dare, goes TO- Italy, where ne
nearly loses his life. After an exciting
trip by Cortice in a flying machine to an
old Aztec treasure city. the entire party
ascends the Nile and are held for ransom
by an Arab sheik, but Cortice effects their
release by divulging the secret of an an
.cient tomb.1
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mother OF HEROES
Has Given Six Sons Into Uncle
Sans Service.
One Son Of Mrs. Mary German Lost
In Sinking Of the Maine
Another Died In the
Philippines.

Boston.-"Mother of Heroes" Is what
| her neighbors call a certain little old
lady, who. crippled with rheumatism
and almost penniless, is living in ia
maica Plain. Five out of six sons
Mrs. Mary German has sent into the
service of Uncle Sam. And | was
sorry when the sixth didn't enlist to
make It a half Dozen" she said.
One OF her boys went down with
the battleship Maine in Havana har-
Dor. One of them died in the Philip
pines. One of them lives with her,
| his health broken by service in Texas.
The others are married and gone
away.
Eyes, It's a record to be proud Of. I
know. Few women can equal it-per-
haps none," said Mrs. German. And
I'm proud that the two boys went as
they did. But they're gone" She drew
the bedquilt closer about her-a quilt
made Of bits from the uniforms the
two dead soldiers used to wear. She
has a healthy colored. chubby face,
that was intended for an optimist-
and to tell the truth, this little mother
of heroes has a deep-rooted cheerful
ness which is bound to come to the
surface.
"Or else I'd go crazy" she said, con.
tinuing her story: g" was always
strong, and not afraid of anything |
can remember-and the boys | sup
pose took after me. After their father,
too-he was a fine man. No, don't
fear anything. When the cholera was
raging in Manchester, England, where
l was born, my husband was in the
hospital sick with it, and they
wouldn't let me go to see him. But
didn't 1 just run past the guard at
the gate and down the ward till /
found him, in spite Of all they could
do!
my boys'-with a proud look at
the Photographs on the walls
weren't frightened of anything in
the world.
my Willie-his whole name was
William H.-was the n that went
down on the Maine. 1t was his Sec
ond enlistment and I'd just got a let
ter from him telling me about the
funny little Spanish soldiers, and the
queer bullfights. He was captain of
the Names baseball team-and a
great favorite with his mates.
Tommy was the one that died
away off in the Philippines. He was
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By our united efforts we pried up
the slab, and deposited it to one side.
Then, while l picked up the lamp and
held it aloft we peered into that stone
sa%rcophagus. What met our fasci-
mated gaze was the most beautiful and
perfect mummy l had ever seen, al
though the British museum and our
own Metropolitan contain some fine
specimens. A gasp of satisfaction came
from Cortice.
Just as l thought" he exclaimed.
"a royal Pharaoh-one of the earliest
rulers, probably. See that" point
ing to a girdle of jewels-emeralds
and rubies-which encircled the
swathed figure. "And look here" he
went on, STOPPING over and picking up
some oblong objects from the bottom
of the receptacle, "scarabs of the ut
most rarity, or I'm a niger! That
settles our getaway, I guess. Old
Fuzzy-wuzzyll go crazy when he see
what we've got to offer for ransom!
Let's get back before the beggars
bring our breakfast"
We all saw his drift instantly. For
the secret of this tomb with its treas
ures and Pharaoh's mummy the sheik
would probably be willing to barter
our freedom. But:
Hold on, Cortice," I exclaimed. RE
member the trick a secret slab played
us once before. Better bring the loot
with US in case of accidents"
That's good medicine. / guess" he
assented, so we scooped all the sea
abs we could find, u~nclasped the jew.
eled girdle, which Wayne rolled up
and stuffed in the pockets Of his Nor
folk jacket, and then made our way
back through the inclined way to III
own room.
We had scarcely whirled the square
slab into place once more than we
heard the grating Of the great circular
stone at the mouth of the outer pas
sage as it was rolled aside by our
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. mile we tramped, armed guards on
either side of us. Nor were we allowed
to bid the girls farewell.
That afternoon l had noticed about
a mile away from camp a squat, red
dish-brown eminence rising abruptly
out of the smoothly undulating plain
Of sand. It looked like a truncated
cone, and from the distance at which
l beheld it l took it to be an ancient
tomb-one of those innumerable half
ruined pyramids with which the whole
of Egypt is dotted.
AS we approached I found my u
mise was correct-an ancient tomb it
undoubtedly was, built of reddish
sandstone blocks in regular layers
against a natural hillock or rocky
mound.
Wonder where the beggars are TAX
ing us?" grumbled Wayne. This
walking's deuced hard going"
you're not going far" Forbes
laughed grimly. unless I'm greatly
mistaken, yonder's our hotel!"
And so it proved. Arrived abreast
of the tomb, two of our guard put their
shoulders against a fiat circular stone.
This, being rolled away, disclosed a
low, square orifice just big enough
for Q man to enter in a STOPPING pos.
ture. We were forced to bend nearly
double, our gentlemanly guards threat
ening to accelerate u pace by the
naked point of q dagger.
We were too dead tired, after our
CALLING night in the saddle. to do aught
but throw ourselves On the floor and
sleep the sleep Of exhausted men. nor
did we wake until u watches marked
eight o'clock the next morning.
Soon after the stone was rolled
away, our guards reappeared with the
inevitable breakfast Of dates, wheat
cakes and water, and we were conduct.
ed outside our prison for an hours g.
ercise in the fresh air, this process
BEING repeated at sunset.
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SO passed lve dreary, weary, inter
minable days In that dusty old tomb.
In fact. things were about
as bad as they could be-so that a
change for the better was Inevitable.
And through Barton Cortice 1t came
about.
All Of that nth day he had been
strangely silent, ever for him; he had
spent the afternoon in prowling about
old tomb, scanning the walls and
rapping on the stones with his
knuckles, even insisting on mounting
on Wayne's back to reach the upper
courses near the roof. But nothing
came OF 1t all, and after our evening
meal-we had some dried goats flesh
for a change. / remember-he sat with
his back against the wall, his knees
drawn up to his chin, modify chew
ing his moustache, his eyes staring
into vacancy. That was the last
glimpse / saw OF him before dropping
off to sleep.
When / woke the tomb was in pitchy
darkness. My first thought was that
the lamp had gone out, and / NUT
tered a curse on the Arabs and all
their works. My voice reused Forbes
and Wayne.
wonder what time 1t is?" queried
Forbes. Strike your repeater, old
man." This to Wayne. who carried
a very costly and beautiful timepiece
of that description. Instantly the faint
silvery tinkle rang out.
"Half-after four" commented the
owner Of the repeater. Then:
Cad! Barton's sleeping pretty
soundly. l say, Cortice! Wake up!"
There was no answer, and we could
hear his lordship scufling and scrap
ing over the flour to where Barton
usually lay.
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play-SpeIl. one tnlnS lmpreSSoS ltSelI
on my memory even to-day-the lavish
manner in which we made the trip;
no expense was spared, for Cortice
was a rich man by virtue of his many
successful finds, and he insisted that
we should be his guests.
Also it is worth noting that although
we started out purely on pleasure bent,
with no thought of adventure, yet
before we turned our faces northward
again we had been through some pref
ty thrilling and exciting experiences,
which quite Unexpectedly gave Bar
ton Cortice a chance to once more
delve into his exceedingly varied and
lurid past-and incidentally save our
lives. y
We did not linger over Alexandria,
Cairo, and the great pyramids; West
bury Wayne, his sister, and Malcolm
Forbes had done" them all before;
and for one like our host, whose mem
DRY might carry him back to the days
when Egypt was young, these COM
paratively modern sites possessed no
charm.
But there Is only one way of going
up the Nile, and that is by the native
boats or dahabeeyahs; true, there are
steamboats, and Cooks tours, but their
progress, like an old maids temper,
is mighty uncertain. The surest mode
of travel and the most enjoyable, be-
cause the most ~leisurely, is to be
waited along by the steady north wind
filling your great lateen sail, tying
up at some palm-crowned bank at sun
set within sound of a creaking water
wheel, and being poled or pushed or
towed over shadows and rapids by an
army of tugging and sweating black
men.
We had transhipped from our roomy
dahabeeyah to smaller boats after
passing the first and second catar-
acts-some day the English will build
portage canals around those menaces
to free navigation-and on the Sec
ond evening after leaving Korosko
we were moored as usual to the west
bank of the river, our small crew
were kneeling in prayer, each man on
his individual square of carpet with
his face turned toward Mecca.
Forbes, Wayne and myself were on
the after deck smoking; the girls,
Lady Blanche and Retta, were in their
cabin dressing for dinner; Cortice
himself had gone ashore by a narrow
gang-plank which had been thrown
out, and his tall figure stood silhouet-
ted on top of the bank against the
pale lemon-colored glow of the west
ern twilight sky. 1t would be dark in
ten minutes more
Suddenly / saw Barton straighten
up, take his field-glasses from the case
slung over his shoulder, and gaze earn
estly across the desert-which OF
course we could not see, as our deck
was at least ten feet below the rim
of the bank.
After three or four minutes of this
he slid the tubes together with a click.
came sliding down the bank, and in
three strides hoped across he PLANK.
Whats up?" lastly inquired West
bury Wayne, noting his unusual hurry.
see here, you fellows don't want
to alarm you-but there's something
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pounds! Pending the receipt Of this
we would be held in durance. II the
money was not paid within . reason
able time there would be-well, some
rather unpleasant consequences for a
party OF English and American tour
lists. such as slavery or death for us
men and worse than death for the
women!
Great Scott" exclaimed Cortice,
"itll take six or eight weeks to reach
Cairo and return! Are WI to be held
prisoners all that time? Why, the
girls'n go crazy with fright"
Better seem to give In" counseled
Forbes in a low tone. We'll make up
enough drafts on Cairo between us.
The fool doesn't realize that we'll be
missed long before his scouts can go
and return. In Assouan they know we
went up river. and when we don't
show up coming down they'll rake the
desert with a fine tooth-comb."
That's good advice" quoth West
bury Wayne. "Who knows?-we may
manage to get away somehow. Per
haps the boatmen escaped and will
give the alarm"
There seemed to be no help for us;
we were without arms; the tribesmen
outnumbered US ten to one; resistance
was useless as long as they held the
two girls as hostages for our good be-
havior and good faith. So that very
evening at sunset two OF the band
rode off with cheques and letters to
our correspondents in Cairo, the lat
ter urging that the money be dis
patched with the utmost secrecy and
with no attempt to modest the mes
sengers on account Of the peril to the
ladies' in our party.
Once more we were led on foot out
from the soft grass of the oasis and on
to the sand of the desert. Fol perhaps
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Il say, you fellows, he's not here!'
Wayne exclaimed.
well, he can't have rolled very
far" growled Forbes, who was usual
ly rather grumpy in the early morning.
Look out for that bally lamp. I'm
dirty enough now; I don't particularly
care for an oil BATH"
What the deuce!" Wayne was
beginning when Forbes suddenly
clutched my wrist.
Look! What's that?" he whispered.
I followed his direction more by sense
than by sight, and this is what I saw:
About on a level with our heads-we
were all crouched on the floor, mem
ber-there was showing a square of
yellow light which was rapidly be-
coming brighter. Moment by moment
we watched, too fascinated to do more
than breathe hard, until the fame OF
the missing lamp itself appeared like
a spark in the opening, with the head
and torso of Barton Cortice behind 1t.
sYou fellows awaken" he whispered
guardedly.
where the devil have you been?"
was Wayne's answer, as we all crowd
ed forward. "Of course, we're awake!
What's up?"
Come on" was the answer Crawl
through the hole and I'll show you the
strangest sight you w saw. l knew
it must be there, but couldn't recall
t
the trick at first"
SO saying he stepped back, and one
by one we wriggled through the hole
that we now perceived had been
formed by one of the square stones
turning on itself and sliding into q re-
cess Of the wall behind 1t.
Well, we found ourselves in q mar
row hall-like passage, running at .
sharp incline upward, along which
Cortice led the way. What was it,
and what did the beggar meal by say.
ing he "knew it must be there? I
asked myself. But l might have known,
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Of course, that we had stumbled by &C
cident upon another of his weird
lapses into the far-distant past.
Following his lead we finally came
to a chamber about half the size OF the
one which had been our prison-say
IL feet square. The walls were OF
finely hewn and polished granite. In
the center stood a stone sarcophagus
on q low pedestal, the top covered
with a smooth slab OF granite.
Cad" exclaimed Wayne. $50 this
Is the real tomb!"
you've guessed It," answered Cor
tice. while l can't swear to it that
was eve in this particular pyramid.
rye helped build 'em, you know, and
so I was familiar with the general
plan. Our room yonder was merely
what we'd call the mortuary chapel;
this is the real tomb; you e It runs
back into the hill; what we thought
was merely a natural elevation is real
ly the ruins Of a bigger pyramid Gov
cred with rubbish.
Cad! The weary years / put in
with a thousand other poor devils OF
| slaves building these condemned royal
resting-places!"
From which, as he later explained
| at length, it seemed that Barton Cor
tice in a previous re-incarnatton on
| earth, had been one of those toiling
| thousands who dotted the land OF the
Mil ry;th tboco pvramjda1 tOmbs.
well, now that we're here, what's
next?" queried Forbes.
Lets get that slab off, then I'll tell
you,'' answered Cortice. That's what
l came after you fellows for. But how
late is it,"
"Five-thirty," Wayne replied.
"All right" was the answer, guess
we've got plenty of time. Now, then,
! catch hold-one mar at each
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".And now, young man, good night
he said, with chattering teeth. You
might send me half q dozen copies Of
the paper tomorrow.
"'This isn't for any paper said the
reporter.
"eWhat?' cried Mack.
emo explained the yourg man.
You. see. I'm In the sophomore class
Of the new Yalvard School Of Journal
ism, and this is q rush interview with
d leading statesman that our emer
Sency instructor assigned me to this
afternoon"
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my ~favorite, I think. Only $50 a
month he got, but he sent me half OF
it each time. And even when he was
a grown man, when he came to say
goodby to me, he'd put his arms
round my neck and kiss me just like
"a little boy. Oh, he was so good to
me-and l miss him so! His was a
second enlistment, too-in fact, all
my boys enlisted a second time.
Tommy was in the hospital corps
when he died. His body was sent
home to me, and in 1904 they buried
him with military honors. here in ia
macia Plain"
The tears welled up afresh ana
dropped upon the military bedquilt.
Here I am" repeated the mother OF
heroes, "a tired old woman that they
say did a lot for her country"
The Tupelo journal., 1910-07-01
Miners Flnd $4,000 Gold Nugget.

Leadville, Colin five minutes
George Allen, Steve Clemens and Will
Ham Crocombe took out of a mine
over $12. 900, IS per cent. of which be-
longed to the men and SIS per cent. to-
the mining company. In a drift at
the 600-foot level they discovered an
immense nugget, but in taking 1t out
they had to break the lump of metal.
After sacking, the ore weighed sixty
six pounds, estimated to be 60 per
cent. pure gold.
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columns to the youth, afterwards hav-
IND his dictation read over and r
rscting and amending It here and
there.
"A long Job. At the end Mack was
dead with fatigue. and his teeth chat
tered with the cold. He had. how
ever. no regret, inasmuch as this
compromiso was too important 9
matter to reach the public in any In
correct or garbled form. No; Mack.
having done his duty, did not mind
the personal discomfort that It had
entailed.
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ann Eater Dead.

Marion, Or. o. H. i. Bonner, 50
years old, who attained note because
of an abnormal appetite. is dead.
Up to until a few years ago Bonner
INDUCED in many eating contests and
succeeded in outdoing some OF the
most famous eaters of the world. One
day he ate a double steak as heavy as
q roast, IL large potatoes, two dishes
of onions, two loaves of bread, with
a pound Of butter, and finished the
meal by eating three dozen hard
boiled eggs.
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Keeps Promise Made Years Ago.

Kansas City, Mo.-Just before
George Lawson's mother died here.
% years ago, she called her son to her
bedside and asked that she be buried
beside her husband and several chill
dren in Wheeling, w. Va.
"All right; I'll see that your wish
is carried out" promised Lawson.
A few days ago Lawson got the last
Of enough money to make the trip, and
started east with the body of his
parent.
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Crime in America.

The number of felonious homicides
per year per million population for
various countries follow: Canada.
three; Germany, four to i've; England
and Wales, ten to eleven; FRANCE. ~
to Is; Belgium. Is; United States,
over 129. These figures are based on
an average taken for eight years. Yet
/ am not q pessimist. believe that
the world is better to-day than 1t ever
was before. / believe that in the fu-
lure it will be better than it Is to-day.
DIR. Andrew d. White.
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HOW 1t was that
we all went to Egypt
that winter - Lord
w ayne, Malcolm
Forbes, Lady Blanche,
Miss Cortice, Barton
Cortice, and myself
do not remember ex-
actly, but doubtless it
came about naturally
enough after Barton's
return from his soli-
tary expedition to the
Aztec country and his
desire that we should
all be reunited for a
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The Victim Of Modern Push

Ism are very good" said Senator Bev-
eridgs. They incnlcats enterprise,
daring, perseverance, resource. But
let me tell you about my friend Mack.
Mack is il the secretary Of states
oi1ce. He Holds an important post
there. Once, during certain foreign
complications, Mack worked IS hours
drafting Arguments. cabling. consult.
Ing secretaries and what not; and ct
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pons BEST Gown Id Die In.

Ashland, Mo.-Arraying herself In
her best gown and leaving directions
as to what undertaken she desired to,
have, Mrs. Maria Morse. wife of Moses
E. Martin. q farmer. hanged herself Al
her home at Morse's Corners. Hollis
ton. six miles from here.
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overwsrked Secretary Thought He
Mas Working fer His Country,
But He Wasn't.

Senator Beveridge, at the Gridiron
clubs last dinner In Washington,
amused his neighbors, during the ter
Irapin course, with his witty praise Of
Journalism.
"These modern schools OF Journal