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The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1910-01-29

forward, his eyes
wide and staring.
He had seen that
gray riding habit
before. Two eager
steps he took and
then halted half
way.
Great Jeho-
vah!" he gasped,
unbelieving. "You!
My God, is it
your"
He dropped to
his knees before
her, peering into
her startled eyes.
A look Of abject
koHr.on orocand fLo
The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1910-01-29

FAREW ELL, MY ~" nv Iu IL Z u
BOLD YOUNG from the tense
FRIEND muscled captive
and directed his final instructions to
the guards. With a cure nod to the
men. hc strcJc ont through the mouth
of IT, cave and was gone Dusk had
settled down upon mountain and val
ley. One Of the men cut the rope that
bound Truyton's feet.
Get up" said the Newport man.
We've got to be movin'."
Still gagged and somewhat dizzy
King was hurried off into the narrow
mountain path. closely surrounded by
the five men.
The silent. cautious march down the
valley. through the gap and along the
ridge carried them far into the night
This much he knew-they were in
the hills directly above the northern
gates. The vague, black shadow of a
lightess house doomed up before them
In Il twinkling he was hustled across
the road and into a door. then down
flight of stairs, through pitchy dark
ness, guided by two of the men. a
whispered word Of advice now and
then from the Yankee saving him from
perilous stumbes. He was jerked up
sharply With a command to stand still.
A light flashed Suddenly In his face.
binding him for Il moment.
Soon he saw that they were in &
broad, bare cellar; three men in heavy
black boards were in earnest conversa-
ton with several of his captors; all
were gesticuiating fiercely. 8
His Newport companion enlightened
him between puffs of the pipe he was
struggling with. Here's where we
say goodby, young fellow We turn
you over to these gents. whoever they
are. You 20 into the village gay with
these 'swabs' by the sewer line.
guess" Truxton pricked up his ears.
"The old man has had a hole chopped
in the sewer here, they tell me. and it's
a snap to get into the city. Not very
clean or neat. but it gets you there
Well. so long! They're ready, see.
They don't monkey long when they've
got thing to do"
In another moment his guardianship
was transferred; he was being hurried
across the cellar toward an open door
way. Down few stone steps he was
He'd by the bearded crew, and then
pushed through hole in what ap-
peared to be a heavy brick wall He
realized at once where he was. The
gurgle of running water came up to
him. 1t was the great sewer that ran
from the hills through the heart Of the
city. flushed continuously by diverted
mountain stream that swept down
from above.
He did not know how long they
traversed the chill sewer In time
The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1910-01-29
CHAPTER NJ.
UNDER THE GROUND.

|" HE second day after his incar
ceratiOn began King was given
food and drink. 1t was high
time for he was almost fam
ished. Thereafter twice n day he was
led into the larger room and given n
surprisingly hearty meal.
Peter Brutus had just voiced the
pleasure Of the majority by urging the
necessity for physical torture to wiring
the governments secrets from the pris-
oner. King, half furnished. half crazed
by thirst. had been listening to the
fierce argument through the thin door
that separated the rooms. He heard
the sudden. eager movement toward
the door of his cell and squared him
self against the opposite wall, ready to
fight to the death. Then there came IL
voice that he recognized
A woman was addressing the con-
spirators in tones of deadly earnest
ness. His heart gave bound. 1t was
the first time since his incarceration
that he had heard the voice of Olga
Platanova. she who still must be his
friend.
mo. You shall not torture him.
have said he is no spy still say itv'
she was exclaiming.
God. girl we cannot turn him loose
now. He must die" This was from
Spantz.
1--WE cannot release him, grant
you," she said. and Truxton's heart
sank mot now. but afterward, yes.
When it Is all over he can do no harm.
But hear me now. all of you. If he is
harmed in any way shall not perform
my part of the work on the 26th. This
is final
"You cannot withdrawn exclaimed
Peter Brutus. "You are pledged. You
are sworn. 1t is ordained
Il, Olga platanova say this to YOU.
1t Is not plea. not a petition; it is an
ultimatum. Spare him or the glorious
, cause must suffer by my detection"
Ssh! Not so loud, girl. He can hear
every word you say
Let him hear. Let him know that
l, Olga Platanova. am to hurl the thing
that Is to destroy the life of Prince
Robin. am not afraid to have him
| know today what the world will know
next week. Then the world will say
that Olga Platanova was not a beast.
but a deliverer. creator! Let him
hear.'
The listeners blood was running
cold. The life Of Prince Robin. An
assassination! 1.-THE thing that will
destroy!" A bomb!
For half an hour they argued with
her, seeking to turn her from the stand
she had taken. Then they came to
terms with her. Truxton King owed
his life to this strange girl. who knew
him not at all. but who believed in him.
Truxton was brought into the room
few minutes later. He was white
with emotion as he faced the commit
tee of ten. Before word could be
addressed to him he blurted OUT
"You towards! Weak as | am, l
would have fought for you. Miss Pla-
tanova, If l could have got through
that door. Thank you for what you
have done to convince these dogsl
Only don't do this awful thing! Think
Of that dear little boyv'
Olga Platanova cried out and covered
her eyes with her hands. She was
led from the room by william Spantz.
The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1910-01-29

I'VE have met before. Perhaps you
remember meeting my eye in Dame
Babba's cabin-twice, l think. You
remember, / see. Ha, ha! You were
very slow not to have caught such an
OLD man. l dare say you are wonder
ing what intend to do with you, now
That have you. Well, l am not the
man to mince words. Mr.. King, you
are quite young, but the good die
Z young. am very old. you observe. I
Will not say that you are to die to-
night or tomorrow or any day, for l
DO not know. I am going to send you
to court. Not an ordinary court. Mr..
King, but one of extreme perspicacity.
l fancy you will die before long. We
can spare you. | do not approve of
meddlers. 1t seems to be quite settled
that you are police agent"
The steady, cruel eyes fascinated
King. He knew that he was in des-
perate straits.
Il am glad you called again at my
temporary abode. Mr.. King. Ameri-
cans are always welcome: the sooner
they come, the sooner it's over. It
may interest you to know that | am
very partial to Americans. Were
a cannibal could eat them in relish.
II had my way, all Americans should
be in heaven. The earth surely is
not good enough nor big enough for
them, and hell is already overcrowdel.
Yes, | love the Americans dearly. |
should enjoy similar visit from Mr.
John Tullis. I expect him to visit me
in my humble castle before many days.
1 should like to have him remain there
until his dying day."
King shrddered.
Might is comi-o | must say fare
well, my bold young friend. MY way
The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1910-01-29
CHAPTER XII.
A NEW PRISONER ARRIVES.

NEW PRISONER ARRIVES.
T was far past midnight when King
was aroused from the doze into
which he had fallen. Was it the
Goth? Loud. quick commands
came to his ears.
"They are here at last" he heard
some one say. God. This suspense
has been awful. But they are here"
Stand ready. then, with the gunsw
cried Peter Brutus. ut may be a
trick, after all. Don't open that door
down there, Spantz, until you know
who is on the outside"
"Its all right" came at last in the
relieved, eager voice of Peter Brutus.
Clear the way, comrades. Give them
room. BY our holy father, this is a
brave triumph. Ali"
Heavy footsteps clogged into the
room, accompanied by stertorious
breathing and no small amount of
grunting from masculine Threats. Not
one but three or four languages were
spoken by the excited, intense occu-
pants of the other room. King could
iiohV iictbiilS VI W nat AiiSa
ly the sharp. incisive voice of Viii
liam Spantz broke through the babble.
commanding silence.
'Still unconscious" he said when
some measure of order was secured.
Eyes grunted one of the men.
1--WE will have our instructions to-
morrow. The count is to inform us
before nightfall where she is to be re-
moved to. Next week she is going to
go to Schloss Marlanx." Brutus added
cruel, heartless laugh.
A woman, thought Truxton. The
countess. They had brought her here
from Balak, after all. What re-
morseless brute Marlanx must be to
maltreat his beautiful wife.
TO my mind she is more beautiful
than his own wife" observed Anna
Cromer "She will be fine morsel for
the count. who has even cast longing
eyes on so homely mortal as l."
"All woman are alike to him." said
Spantz sententiously.
I'VE must put her in the room with
the American for the present You are
sure he will take her away before Sat
urday? A woman's cries are most dis
tressing." 1t was Spantz who spoke.
"I'll stop her crying" volunteered
Anna Cromer .harshly.
"She's regaining her senses" ex-
claimed one of the men. "Stand back.
every one. Give her air."
Presently the door to Kings room
The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1910-01-29
commanded william

Enough commanded william
Spantz. I'VE are not children" Turi.-
ing to King. he went on, a touch If
kindness in his voice: "Cheer her If
you can. She is one of your class. Do
not let the lights go out"
Raising his hands. he fairly drove
the others from the doorway.
For time King stood in his corner,
watching the figure huddled against
the opposite wall. Suddenly he started
The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1910-01-29

hope and despera-
ton. kept onward.
to find h i m S e ! f
face to face with
Olga Platanova.
She was staring
at him with fright
ened ey es. her
lips apart, her
h a II d s to h er
breast. He turn
ed.
HE has not The
key" she cried.
nor have !. You
have no chance to
escape. Go back"
A key ratified in
the door. When
1t swung open two
men stood in the
The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1910-01-29

lies to the north.
This is merely a
land Of promise to
me. You 60 south
ward, to the city
Of Edelweiss. But
not through the
ga t e s; oh. no!
There are other
ways. as you will
find. Goodby, my
brave Sir Galahad;
/ may never see
you again."
With a courtly
I 4. - -
The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1910-01-29

he HAS NOT THE aperture, both
AEf' with drawn pis-
tolls. The girl leaped between them
and the helpless, defeated American.
not to kill hi
Peter Brutl risen from ~
The Green Forest tribune., 1910-01-28
HYMN WAS NOT A 100000
Didn't Seem Particularly Appropriate,
 But Later Events Justified Its Use.

The story of the minister who held religious meeting in penitentiary and aroused the ire of the inmates by announcing as a hymn that one Beginning The dying thief rejoiced to see," is equaled by the tale of a ,local preacher whose church got in debt not long ago. A congregational meeting was held for the purpose of extricating it, and the chairman of the board of deacons, or whatever the financial body was, got up and stated 8the situation, and ended by calling flor a special collection to make up the deficit
 T suggest that we sing a hymn, D lone of the members of the church suggested.
 8 This idea was carried out and the number of the song was announced. IA smile overspread many faces, how ever, when they reached the line: F'When we asunder part it gives us Onward pain
 q Nevertheless, the, "sundering" pro- acess was most successful and wasn't particularly painful, either. - Louis vile Courier-Journal.
The Green Forest tribune., 1910-01-28
EPIDEMIC OF ITCH IN WELSH
 VILLAGE

"In Dowlais, South Wales, about fif- teen years ago, families were strick- en wholesale by disease known as the itch. Believe me, it is the most terrible disease of it's kind that I know of, as it itches all through your body and makes your life an inferno. Sleep is out of the question and you feel as if a million mosquitoes were attacking you at the same time. I knew a dozen families that were so affected.
 "The doctors did their best, but their remedies were of no avail what ever. Then the families tried drug gist who was noted far and wide for his remarkable cures. People came to him from all parts of the country for treatment, but his medicine made matters still worse, as last resort they were advised by friend to use the Cuticura Remedies I am glad to tell you that after few days treat ment with Cuticura Soap, Ointment and Resolvent, the effect was wonder ful and the result was a perfect cure in all cases.
 q may add that my three brothers, three sisters, myself and all our fam flies have been users of the Cuticura Remedies for fifteen years. Thomas Hugh, 1850 West Huron St., Chicago, H., June 29, 1909."
The Green Forest tribune., 1910-01-28
INSOMNIA Leads to Madness, if not Remedied ir Time.

Experiments satisfied me, some 5 years ago., writes Topeka woman, "that coffee was the direct cause of the Insomnia from which I suffered ter ribly, as well as the extreme nervous ness and acute dyspepsia which made life a most painful thing for me. T had been a coffee drinker since childhood, and did not like to think that the beverage was doing me all this harm. But it was, and the time came when l had to face the fact, and pro- tect myself. I therefore gave up coffee abruptly and absolutely, and adopted Postum as my hot drink at meals.
 I began to note improvement in my condition very soon after I took on Postum. The change proceeded grad ually, but surely, and it was a matter of only few weeks before I found my self entirely relieved-the nervousness passed away, my digestive apparatus was restored to normal efficiency, and lbegan to sleep, restfully and peace fully.
 A These happy conditions have con- tinued during all of the years, and am safe in saying that owe them en- tlrely to Postum, for when began to drink it ceased to use medicine, Read the little book, "The Road to Melville" in pkgs. There's Reason" !"
 Ever read the above letters A new are genuine true, and full of human Interest. s .fa ]
The Green Forest tribune., 1910-01-28
BOOK ON ONE CARD

"I used to try and see how small l could write on every occasion and made it a hobby. It was about that time that I wrote the One hundred and Nineteenth psalm, four pages of the Bible, on a postcard, the whole in a narrow half-inch band across the card. Then I wrote what I call my medley in small writing
 The expert displayed a large framed allegorical picture showing his torical events in drawing, but instead of penlines the pictures on close ob- servation resolved themselves into a cyclopedia of history. There were tens of thousands of tiny words hardly wis ible to the naked eye, all constituting such documents as the Declaration of Independence, the constitution, the in- augural address and other important speeches of Washington. Parts of the Lincoln-Douglas debates, parts of celebrated addresses by Webster, Pat rick Henry and Clay appeared there, and there were 13 chapters from the Bible, with the Sermon on the Mount and Lincoln's Gettysburg address. As Mr. Reynolds is an ardent prohibition ist there appeared the platform of that party, and lastly an original poem by his wife. This work took six months of arduous labor.
 But all the time you have devoted to this work has not profited you?" was suggested.
 Well, I enjoyed it immensely as @ hobby. Spencer and I used to go swimming at Geneva lake, near Ober- lin, in the summer evenings He used to take a stick and practice writing curves in the sand on the beach, where he worked out his famous sys- tenn.
 "He took an elliptical stone two thirds as wide as it was long and used that as basis. He got his curves from stones washed by the waves, from wheat waving in the fields, from spider webs in the meadows, taking everything from nature. It was the only natural system ever invented" added the aged penman. reminiscently
 When asked whether he had any method of doing his own minute work he said:
 q might say that I have gained by
The Green Forest tribune., 1910-01-28
Childish Inference.

Little Julia was taking her after noon walk with her mother. Her at tention was attracted for the first time to a large church edifice on one of the street corners.
 "Oh, mother!" she exclaimed, whose nice big house is that?"
 That, Julia, is Gods house." ex- plained the mother.
 Some time later it happened that the child was again taken by the church, this time on Sunday evening when services were in progress. Julia, noticing the brilliantly lighted windows, drew her own conclusions.
 "Oh, look, mother" she called out, God must be having a party"
The Green Forest tribune., 1910-01-28
Polly at ts Years Enjoying Old Age Pension-Her Constant Compan-
 ion Is Persian Cat.

London.-Therc dwells in Lewisham an aged hen which, having spent her life ill fruitful works, has retired in comfortable possession of an old age pension.
 She is IS years of age, and after a long and honorable career as a layer of eggs she is spending the autumn of her life in peaceful seclusion.
 Two tried and trusted friends she pcssesses-Mrs. Beadle, a benevolent woman of 86. who provides her with board and lodging, and Tuffy, Per sian cat.
 Polly" said the aged woman, with q loving glance in the direction of her feathered protege, has been my chief companion for many years now, and I don't know how l shall feel if l out live her.
 We have been together now for sixteen years." she went on. My son,
The Green Forest tribune., 1910-01-28
THE W0NDERBERRY OR SUNBERRY
Has Proved Great Success-Thou. sands Say It's the Best Thing
 They Ever Grew.

The Wonderberry or Sunberry, the marvellous garden fruit originated by Luther Burbank, and introduced by John Lewis Childs, the well-known Scotsman of Floral Park, N. Y, has proved a great success all over the country. Thousands of people say it is the best thing they ever grew
 MT. John Burroughs, the well-known author, Naturalist and bosom-friend of Theodore Roosevelt, says it is the most delicious pie berry he ever tasted, and a marvellous cropper.
 A Director of the New York Agricul- tural Experiment Station says it fruits abundantly even in pure sand. In the short season of Northwestern Canada it is a godsend, and fruits long after frost has killed most garden truck.
 D. s. Hall, Wichita, Kan, says thirty people grew it there last season with perfect satisfaction.
 K. s. Enochs, Hammond, La, says it yields S250 worth of fruit per acre with him. Mrs. J. H. Powers, 4732 Kenwood avenue, Chicago, raised enough berries on a space 4x10 feet to supply herself and friends.
 J. P. Swallow, Kenton, Ohio, says it's equal for all purposes does not exist.
 Rev. H. B. Sheldon, Pacific Grove, Cal, says he likes the berries served in any and every way.
 W. T. Davis, Enon, Va, says it is true to description in every way, and fruits in three months from seed
 Judge Morrow, of U. s. Circuit Court, says the Wonderberry is simply delicious raw or cooked.
 MT. Childs exhibited one plant five months old bearing 1O,375 berries which measured about eight quarts.
 Mrs. Hattie Vincent, Hayden, New Mexico, says it stands the long, hard droughts of that climate and fruits abundantly all summer.
 It is certainly the most satisfactory garden fruit and the greatest Novelty ever introduced.
The Green Forest tribune., 1910-01-28
New York Pennaan Puts 16,250 Words on Common Postal.
Miniature Chi osraphy of George L.. Reynolds Enables Him to Perform Feats Which Are Little Short
 of Marvellous.

Auburn, N. Y.-The latest achieve ment of one of the champion permen was to write the matter contained in about a hundred pages of book, or say 16 columns of a newspaper, on one side of an ordinary United States postal card, the work being done with such skill that every word can be read easily, perhaps not by the naked eye, but with the aid of a microscope. This fine writing contest
 He wrote a 13-word sentence ad- vertlsing certain make of fountain pen 1,250 times on one side of a standard postal card, 3A by 5h inches, or a total of 16,250 words or G2,500 letters. The card, when first seen, appears simply as gray smudge, and it is only after careful scrutiny that it becomes apparent that there is writing upon it, and very good writing it proves to be under the mag. nifying glass.
 The feat appears more wonderful when the observer learns that the "ol WdS tIdC Ol d IldH Ill HIS elSuly fifth year.
 The new champion is George L. Reynolds, and his skill comes from a long life of training. He is one of the inventors of the Spencerian system of penmanship and from boyhood he has studied all kinds of writing. He was born in New York in April, 1925, and as a boy went with his father to Spen- cer, Tioga county, this state.
 He became teacher of penman- ship, and, going to Oberlin, O., he joined Platt R. Spencer, the originator of the Spencerian system, and with Spencer joined the faculty of Oberlin college at the time that James A. Gar field was president of the institution. Of his preparation he says:
The Green Forest tribune., 1910-01-28
-DKZE LIND, Ss

patriotic Amerca with public Such the yer dict division in the library exhaustive report o Dixie written by Lane in poverty Bryan mnstres lower dragging, Bryant thought disaster he told Emmett that he must Monday night Sunday with his violin When all New whisling it within
 later the south
 
 Pocahoa of the approaching drill
  for the Dixie
 week, Dixie north strongly union other peempted the air.
The Green Forest tribune., 1910-01-28
NO G0LFING THAT DAY, BUT-
Evidently Papa Had Not Neglected
 Other Postime That Seems Some how to Go with 1t.

q It was customary for Perkins, on leaving his office at noon Saturday, to aspend the afternoon joyously outdoors, sengrossed with golf balls and high 8balls. Being clever chap, he was a champion in both pastimes. On one Saturday, however, he was compelled to spend the whole day disposing of pressing business matters. His wife and little daughter, as usual, were awaiting him on the aporch. No game today" he eX- splained to Mrs. Perkins, as the little one rushed impulsively into his arms, and he picked her up and kissed her
 No game today" he repeated Miss Margerie sniffed the air and said:
 Well, papa, you do smell awfully of golf"
The Green Forest tribune., 1910-01-28

experience. I have been at it since a boy, 75 years ago, and I actually find that 1 can perform better feats as 1 grow older. 1 expect to make better record five years from now, when 1 am 90, and will do better 15 years from now, for I expect to be a hundred.
 During the last year the atmosphere has been filled with a wave of fine writing demonstrations throughout the country. After 12 experts had come forth with challenges and records I came forth with mine, viz: The Lords Prayer 20 times repeated in a circle the size of a five-cent nickel. That is going some, since I wrote the Lords Prayer on six-penny piece as a boy of ten years, but I wrote that with a quill pen. No steel pens in those days.
 "All these years have been improy- ing my faculties. In my work I use stationary microscope so adjusted that I can write under it. I chemically prepare the surface of my paper, so that when rolled down under great pressure of hot rollers the surface is about as smooth and hard as glass.
 "Then I take No ITO steel pen and file and grind the point down so sharp that it can scarcely be seen under my microscope. The rest that is required is keen sight and artistic skill.
 q see there does come with old age it's advantages. In my case it is clear sight and steady nerve. Never in my youngest days were both so good as now"