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The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1910-09-28
JENSEN and STEVENS
BAKER and SHEA

After annexng the first game of the series
yesterday the Indians met Ralph Frarys AlStar colec
ton for the second time this afternoon The home team
playing the game harder than right and with
classy bunch like the AStars to oppose them the
look like the windup of pennant instead of post
season series.
Threatening weather kept the crowd down somewhat
but the attendance was fair Notwithstanding.
The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1910-09-28

The mother-love Is a great. won.
derful and mysterious thing.
No matter what the deptlls u
The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1910-09-28
SHAME and MISERY COULD
NOT QUENCH M0THER-InS IT.

know I don't deserve any better
l am not asking Justice but your
mercy Please reply by return Mail
and favorable u possible II the
prayer OF
MRS. NJ
The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1910-09-28

ALL.STARS.
Breen, short stop
Akin, third base.
Adams, second base.
Householder, left field.
Stevens, catcher.
Hurley first base.
Jensen, pitcher.
Joss, right field.
Erickson, center field.
INDIANS.
Cooney, short stop.
Davis, left field.
Frisk, right field.
Nordyke. first base.
Netzel, third base.
Levy, second base. :.
Ostdiek, center field.
Shea, catcher.
Baker, pitcher.
The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1910-09-28

Continues on Page TIVE.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22

plate was. And when the waiter
brought the coffee and fingered for
further orders it was Hillard who dis
missed him rather CURLY.
He said musingly: 1--WE had agreed
that it would be best never to meet
again. that to keep the memory of
that night fresh in our minds, a SOU
venir for old age. it were wisest to
part then. Well, we can keep the
memory of it for our old age. 1t will
be a little secret between us, and we
shall talk it over on just such nights
as this"
He reached for her hand, which lay
upon the cover, but without apparent
notice Of his movement she drew ii
back. \ fash of pain crossed Hillard's
face.
II have waited patiently for weeks"
She faced him with an enigmatical
smile, lighted a match, blew it out and
drew a line across the center of the
table.
He laughed. "What! Again?"
"ObServe.'
AS a rejoinder he smoothed out the
telegram h had sent to him. "Why
did you send this to me?"
Her lips had no answer ready.
There can be but one reason" he
pursued.
Friendship"
The beginning of the night was cool,
hOt tho fro of thn wnrlI,, lo,:.a l...
ed in her cheeks, and she was afraid.
She stepped to the railing, faced the
purpling mountains and sang "Die
Zaubert1ote." Hillard dared not touch
her till the last note was o
II did not come here because of
friendship" he said. "Only one thing
brought me-love and the hope OF
love-"
She stared at him. her hand at her
throat.
Then he took her in his arms sud.
denly, hungrily, even roughly. "You
are mine. mine. and nothing in the
world Shall take you from my arms
again, Sonia"
She pressed her palms against him
and stood away. She looked bravely
into his eyes now.
81 sent the message because l want
ed you. because l am tired of lying to
my heart. because l have a right to be
happy, because-because 1 love you.
Take me aud. oh. be good and kind to
me. for ! have been very lonely and
unhappy. Kiss me"' with a touch of
the old imperiousness.
She claspod him fondly to herself.
See Naples and die" she whispered
"but the spirit will come to Bellaggio.'
TILE END
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22
GWIN HENRY IS A WONDER.
So Says Trainer Robertson of Young
Splinter From Texas.

90 says irainer robertson OF Young
Splinter From Texas.
Lawson Robertson, the we'll known
athletic coach Of New York, has some
thing interesting to say about Gwin
Henry, the sensation Of the New Or
leans championship meeting, who
showed his heels to the country's best
at 900 yards. He is almost as enthu-
siastic about Henry as Matt .Halpin or
Paul Pilgrim, who maintains that the
Texap is another Bernie Wefers. He
goes further than Captain Dieges, who
puts Henry's best possibilities at
evens. Robertson says:
II think Henry is a very fast ten
second man. With favorable condi-
lions he will get under even time oc-
~casionally. He is not necessarily a
world beaten; but, take it from me, he
is very, very fast. Henry fooled me
badly. He looked like q farmer when
he trained on the morning of his race.
I laughed at him with the rest, but as
soon as he had run fifty yards in the
first heat of the hundred yard race it
was evident that the last laugh was
Gwin Henry's."
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22

not a word regarding any future
meeting. There was nothing to read
between the lines. A great loneliness
surged over Hillard. Was this, then,
really the end? No! He would wait
here in Florence till the day of doom.
He would waste no time in seeking
her, for he knew that if he sought he
would not find.
Day after day dragged through the
hours, and Florence grew thinned and
torrid. Sometimes he rode past the
Villa Ariadne, but he never stopped.
1t "a in the middle of June that
one afternoon the concierge handed
him a telegram. 1t contained but three
words:
"Villa Serbelloni, Bellaggio."
The Villa Serbelloni, now a hotel.
stands on a wooded p~romontory among
the Alps and between the lakes. at
Bellaggio, and all day long the warm
sunshine floods its walls and terraces
and glances from the polished leaves
Of the tropical plants.
The 6 O'Clock boat from Como puffed
up noisily and smokily to the quay.
lhurning her side paddles. billiard
stepped ashore impatiently. What a
long day it had been! How white the
Villa Serbelloni seemed up there on
the little hilltop. He gave his luggage
to the porter from the Grand and fol-
lowed him on foot to the hotel. He
dressed quickly, and in less than an
hour he stepped forth from the gar
dens and took the path up to the villa.
Altar he saw a table spread under
the great oak. A woman sat by it.
It was still daylight, and he would
have known that head Of hair among
the ten thousand houris Of heaven.
She did not rise, but she extended her
hand. a grave inquiry in her slum-
brous eyes. With equal gravity he
clasped the hand, but held back the
impulse to kiss it. He sat down oppo-
site her and, smiling. whimsically in
quired:
"Now, where did we leave off,"
At first she did not understand.
He enlightened her. 81 refer to that
<1ldU1oA 1S1SuLS cuCcIld1ulucuC III NEW
York. Where did we leave off that in
teresting discussion?"
She smiled brightly. 1--WE shall take
up the thread Of that discourse with
the coffee"
"Why not countermand the order
for dinner? I am not hungry"
"But I am" she replied. She was
wholly herself now. The tact with
which he began his address disembar-
raised her. For two days since she
dispatched the telegram she had lived
in a kind Of ecstatic terror. She had
even regretted the message once 1t
was beyond recall. II am human
enough to be hungry sometimes" She
summoned the waiter.
The dinner a excellent, but Hill
lard scarcely knew what this or that
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22

This man WdS killing him!
his horse at the bottom Of the gorge.
The concierge says that there has been
foul play-tracks in the dust, a strange
cut in the neck Of the horse and a
scabbard minus it's saber. Now, what
the devil shall I do with the blamed
sword?"
Dead! Hillard sat down on the
edge Of the bed. Dead! Then she
was free, free!
"What shall I do with the sword?"
demanded Merrihew a second time.
Put it in the bottom Of the trunk
and leave it there till you land in New
York. But the prince dead? You are
sure?"
Florence rings with the story"
And then Merrihew noticed. billiard
still wore his evening clothes and the
bed was untouched.
That's very foolish"
"Why, I couldn't have closed my
eyes," replied Hillard.
But won't she need you up there?"
Merrihew was obviously troubled.
eff she needs me she'll send for me.
1 shall remain here and wait. She is
free. Thank God"
"Didn't Giovanni tell us chat he had
friends in, Fiesole, nea Florence, and
that he was going to visit them?'
asked Merrihew.
Giovanni! 1 had forgotten. But
what had my old valet against the
prince?"
Giovanni had a daughter" said
Merrihew. Ellis knife left a scar on
the man. The prince carried a long
scar on his cheek"
billiard began dressing in his day
clothes, stopping at times and frown-
ing at the walls.
At night the last Of the American
Comic Opera company struggled into
the hotel. O'Mally, verbose as ever,
did all the talking.
"You wouldn't know her." he said,
referring to La Signorina, for they
would always call her that. when
she heard of that buffers death I
wear that she believed you had a
hand in it. But when she heard that
the accident had occurred before you
left the villa she just collapsed. The
police were hunting for the missing sa-
Der. OF course we knew nothing
about It," with a wink at Merrihew.
When the others were gone Hillard
asked Kitty If she had any news.
"She said that she would write you
and for you to remain here till you
received the letter"
"Was that all?"
Eyes. Have you seen anything Of
that wretched man Worth, who is the
cause of all this troubles"
mo. nor do I care to-"
Kitty and Merrihew went out to-
gether.
They were gone to America, and Hill
lard was alone. He missed them all
sorely = Merrihew with his CHEEKY
laugh. Kitty with her bright eyes and
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22
"slgnora. what dc you mean by those

"Slgnora. what do you mean by those
words?"
Ellis highness Knows" She pointed
to the prince, whose face 1 now saw,
strangely enough. for the first time.
1t was black with rage and ugliness.
What has he been to you?" l de-
handed.
She answered. I understood. In that
moment I became a woman without
illusions. Without looking at the prince
l entered the carriage and closed the
door in his face. He stormed; he lied.
l was of stone. He turned upon the
poor woman and struck her in the
face. Even had l loved him that
would have been the end of the ro-
nance. l drove home. There would
be no wedding at the church that day.
There was a great scandal. Every one
took up the princes cause, with the
exception Of the king.
The prince was almost bankrupt.
He had squandered his all. He had
sold to usurers half Of the fortune he
expected to get after marrying me. He
had not the slightest affection for me.
He was desperate and wanted the
money. How old and wise I became
during that ride home from the magis-
trate's! I vowed he should never have
a penny. 1t should all go to the crown.
When at length he found that 1 was
really serious he became base in his
tactics. He was the one who was
wronged. He gave life to such rumors
among those I knew that soon I found
doors closed to me which had always
been open. No italian woman could
see the matter from my point of view.
l was an American for all that my
mother was a Venetian, therefore |
was wrong.
There! That is all. There is no
more mystery concerning Sonia Hilda
GrOsvenor.
And SO the letter ended. There was
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22

UMally with his harmless drolIer1es.
And no letter!
Daily he searched the newspapers
for news Of Giovanni. But to all ap-
pearances Giovanni had vanished, as
indeed he had, forever out of billiards.
sight and knowledge.
The letter came one week after the
departure of his friends. 1t was post
marked Venice. And the riddle was
solved.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22
CHAPTER XVITT-CoNTINIrHD-


She remained standing there as mo-
her if she loved him, and that was
well. But there was not at that mo-
ment in all the length and breadth of
Italy u lonelier woman than her high
mes. he Principessa di Monte Blanca.
Meanwhile the prince, raging,
mounted his horse. Eth. we'll! This
time tomorrow night the American
should pay dearly for it all.
And the woman-he could never
understand her. But for her FOOLS
conscience be would not have been
riding the beggar's horse today. She
was now too self reliant, too intelli-
gent. She was her father over again,
soldier and diplomat.
He was riding past the confines Of the
villa when a man darted out suddenly
from the shadows and seized the bride.
cat last. my p%rince!"
"Giovanni?"
Instinctively the prince reached for
his Saber. knowing that he had need
Of it. but the scabbard was empty.
He cursed the folly which had made
him lose it. Oddly enough, his thought
al swiftly back to the little casa in
the Sabine hills. Bah! Full Of cour
age, knowing that one or the other
would not leave this spot alive, he
struck his horse. with purpose this
time, to ruiz his man down. But Clio
vanni did not lose his hold. Hate and
the nearness Of revenge made him
strong.
"No, no" he laughed. "She is dead,
my prince. And II was not going to
seek you. I was going to let hell claim
you in it's own time. But you rode by
me tonight. This is the end"
The prince unlocked his scabbard
and swung it aloft. But Giovanni was
fully prepared. He released the bri.
die, his arm went back, and his knife
spun through the air. Yet in that in
slant in which Giovanni's arm was
poised for the cast the prince lifted
his horse IN it's launches. The knife
gashed the animal deeply in the neck,
Still on its launches, it backed, wild
with the unaccustomed pain. The lip
of the road. at this spot rotten and
unprotected, gave way. The prince
tried to urge the horse forward. The
hind quarters sank, and the prince
tried in vain to slip from the saddle.
There came a crash, a cry. and horse
and rider went pounding down the
gorge.
Giovanni trembled, and the sweat on
his body grew cold. For several min
utes he waited. dreading, but there
was 10 further sound. He searched
mechanically for his knife. recovered
it and then crept down the abrupt
side Of the gorge till be found them.
They were both dead.
"Holy Father, thou hast waited sew.
en- years too long!" Giovanni crossed
himself.
he gazed up at the ledge where the
tragedy had begun. The cloud passed
and revealed the shining muskets OF
two carabinieri, doubtless attracted by
the untoward sounds. Giovanni stole
v g the stream and disappeared into
the blackness beyond.
1t was Merrihew who woke the sleep,
ing cabby, pushed billiard into a seat
and gave the final orders which were
to take them out Of the villa Ariadne
forever. He Yves genuinely moved over
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22

When your feet are wet and cold, and
your body chilled through and through
from exposure, take a big dose of Cham
berlain's Cough Remedy, battle your
feet in hot water before going to bed,
and you are almost certain to ward off a
sewers cold. For sale by H. E. Close &
Co.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22

II has been troubled with constipa-
ton for two years and tried all of the
best physicians in Bristol, Tenn, and
they could do nothing for me-" writes
Thos. E. Williams, Middleboro. KY.
1.-TWO packages of Chamberlain's
Stomach and Liver Liver Tablets cured
me- For. sale by H. E. Close & Co.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22
What He Did.

"What did young Mr.. Popinjay do
when your father had kicked him
down the front steps because he tried
to kiss you"
"Oh. he stood out on the sidewalk
and made a few cursory remarks."-
Chicago Record Herald.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22
In the Air.

She-Did you notice that an eminent
professor, l%ecturing the other evening,
proportion of oxygen in the atmos-
phere people would become intoxicat-
ed? He-Yes; air tight. l suppose he
meant.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22

Heavy, impure blood makes a muddy
pimply complexion, headaches, nauses,
indigestion. Thin blood makes you
weak, pale, sickly. Burdock Bitters
make the blood rich, red, pure-restores
perfect health.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22

"Dr. Thomas Eclectic Oil is the best
remedy for that often fatal disease
Group. Has been used with success in
our family for eight year."-Mrs, L.
Whiteacre, Buffalo, N, Y.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22

Every family has need of a good, re-
liable liniment. For sprains, bruises,
soreness of the muscles and rheumatic
pains there is none better than Cham
berlaln's Sold by H. E. Close g. Co.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22

For a mild, easy action of the bowels,a
single dose of Doan's Regulets isenough
Treatment cures habitual constipation.
% cents a box. Ask your druggist for
them.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22
By
HAROLD
MAC GRATH
Copyright. 1908. by tho Bobbs.
Merrill Co.

the visible misery of his friend. When
they arrived at the white hotel in the
Borgognissanti Merrihew was glad.
AT 8 in the morning Hillard heard a
fist banging on the panels Of the door,
"Open. Jack! Hurry!' cried Merri-
hew outside.
Hillard opened the door. whats
the trouble, Dam" he asked.
Merrihew whispered. "Deadw
"Who?" Hillard's heart contracted.
'The prince. They found him and
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22

When you have a cold get a bottle of
Chamberlain's Cough Remedy. 1t will
soon fix you up all right and will ward
off any tendency toward pneumonia.
This remedy contains no opium or other
narcotic and may be given as confidently
to a baby as to an adult. Sold by H. E.
Close & Co.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22
Pipe Organs For Nickel Theaters.

In the northwest moving picture
houses are becoming large purchasers
Of pipe organs for use in their estab-
lishments. A Seattle company recent
ly installed eight pipe organs in the
five and ten CEN houses in that city
and vicinity.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22

Stops itching instantly. Cures piles,
eczema, salt rheum, letter. itch, hives
herpes, scaolies-Doan's Ointment, At
any drug store.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22
The Artichoke.

The artichoke has nothing to do with
art or the choking of it. The arti-
choke is an innocent vegetable known
to the Arabians as the ardischauki, or
earth thorn. The Jerusalem artichoke
was never seen near Jerusalem. Its
first name is a corruption of the Italian
g%irasole, which NEAR turning to the
sun. 1t is a species Of sunfower, bear
ing a tuber like that of a potato.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22
Decisions of Growth.

There is an early period in nearly
every mans life when he thinks he is
a born comedian.-Albany Journal.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22
Her Queer Question,

Mrs. Gabby-That queer little Mrs.
Snowy was ostracized. Mrs. Comeup
did it take?-Baltimore American.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22
Domestic Joys.

Hell dreamed last night that your
mother vas ill. She-Brute. I heard
you laugh in your sleep.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22
The House Of Crony.

In France The family of Crony Cha
mel boasts of descent in direct line
from Adams third son. Seth. They
say at the time Of the deluge Noah
took their family title deeds into the
ark. At their chateau may be seen a
picture Of that event. wherein n of
the drowning lncu waves a scroll
above his head ON which is inscribed,
"Save the title deeds of the house Of
Crony."
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22

What humans are chiefly hunt
ting for nowadays is inspiration
In N form or another. This
story cannot fail to give its
reader inspiration, and therefore
fks value cor hardly be operes-
ffn1ated. The magic of the love
of man for woman, that, aroused
simply by the sound of a voice,
causes a young millionaire TO
cross oceans and traverse
foreign lands to find his fate
WAS never better pictured. The
story IS Intensely romantic and
azluringly mysterious. The in
stdious evils of unwise marriage
with foreign "nobzemen" are
czeverly shown, and the familiar
Italian brand of intrigue is laid
bare. The author shows that the
reward of patience and purify is
happiness and that the wages
of sin is death. He makes you
laugh when he pictures the ad-
ventures of an American comic
opera troupe stranded in foreign
lands. He makes you thrill With
the wanderzust when he describes
La Bella Napoi and the vine
covered slopes that rim the
Mediterranean.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22
PAGE SEVEN
Wants to Do It Himself.

The man that feels like being kicked
seldom allows another the pleasure Of
doing it.-Widow.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22

The quicker a cold is gotten rid of the
less the danger from pneumonia and
other serious diseases. Mr.. B. w. l..
Hall, of Waverly, Va, says: 81 firmly be-
lieve Chamberlain's Cough Remedy to be
absolutely the best preparation on the
market for colds. l have recommended
it to my friends and they all agree with
me. For sale by II. E. Close g. Co.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22
Two Classes.

w Glasses.
Rube-Where's yer boy naow?
Josh-He's in New York.
Rube-Which sides he on by this
time?
Josh-What dyer mean?
Rube-Is he sellin' gold bricks
already or buyin' 'em yete-Cieveland
leader. ss35
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-22
p XIX.
THE LETTE.

THE IT
n II father was Colonel Grosve-
wi nor of the Confederate army
during the civil war. On
" Coporol r oo,o .t, GO 800. 49,
The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1910-07-28
MUST STORE ENGINES.
Hutl.rd Railroad. Custom Of Storing
Engines in Open Near Bennington
Residences Is Detrimental to
Health.

Bennington, July 26.-The Public
Service Commission having heard the
application of H. l.. Stillson, health
officer, against the Rutland railroad
alleging that since its roundhouse was
burned some years ago, the railroad
has stored engines in the open on
tracks in the residential portion of
this town. has ordered the railroad to
construct suitable accommodations
for it's engines and to cease storing
them as has been the custom in the
Open These engines were kept
steamed up and emitted great guam
titles of grease. SCOT, smoke and that
this spread to all houses in the vic
Unity and was breathed. The COM
mission finds the breathing of air so
polluted aggravates if not causes
bronchitis, tuberculosis and other pull
monary troubles and is thus a public
nuisance and menace to health.
The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1910-07-28
JAMES $. MORRILL, DEAD.
Son of Late Senator Justin s. Morrill,
Expires From Heart Failure.

Strafford. July 26.-James Swan
Morrill,, son o fthe late Senator JUS
tin S. Morrill,, died at his home in this
village this afternoon of heart failure,
after an illness of several weeks. 1t
was thought for the past few days
that Mr.. Morrill, would recover, as he
seemed to be gaining in strength, but
the end came suddenly at about 2
O'clock. He had been troubled with a
wea kheartformnaeyry as emf II
weak heart for many years. The flu
neral will be held Friday afternoon
at o'clock at his late residence.
The deceased was born in Strafford
October 8, 1857, and was educated
in the public schools, graduating from
the University of Vermont and after.
ward from the Columbia Law Schoo
of Washington, d. C. He acted as sec
retary for his father, while the latter
was chairman of the Senate financ,
committee. and since his fathers
death had been In the habit of spend
ing his summers in Strafford, Will,
he wintered in Washington. He wa
a member of the House of Represen
tatiyes in this States In 1902, repre-
senting his home town. He was un
married.