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| pink. The white vine over the door
way was never despoiled, except by
way of necessary pruning.
OF course Madame Leboisegnet
soon knew all about our aqairs-one
always confides to that sort of wom-
an without the need of definite en-
couragement-but we never seemed
to gain any insight into hers, until
little incident opened the gates of
her confidence.
The summer had slipped away in
sensibly toward the last of July.
In the garden the hardy pink roses
were still making brave show, but
each morning before the sill of the
door were lightly sprinkled, like a
fall of snow, the fragrant white pet
ais of the vine. A stiller peace seem
ed to brood over the sun-soaked
country, and the breeze came up
more rarely from the sea. One after
noon, | sat near the window, smok-
ing an idle pipe. | was awakened
from a doze by the sound of voices
below me. In spite of myself, / lis
tened.
The same tale last month";" said
mans voice.
Il have always paid well hereto
fore" replied Madame.
Yes. and the good God alone
knows how. | must protect myself,
Madame. We have talked all the
talk there is, and that is my las!
word. one hundred francs, or"
But l had heard enough-you
would have done the same in my
place. ran down the stairs, paid
the man, took his receipt, and pro-
tested to Madame before my indig-
nation at an order of things that
could harass so gentle a creature,
had cooled.
And then | learned that all these
careless months we had been living
in the presence of a sorrow.
After the good man died, there
was little to be done, We had the
cows and the orchard; but what
were they" said Madame Leboiseg-
net. And OF many things there lack
ed. For a time affairs looked gloomy
enough, but We trusted always in
le bon Seigneur, and there came
time OF happiness. You have not
known my other daughter. Monsieur;
would like it well that you had.
Ernestine and l are quiet and STILL
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GABRIELLE
BY STEWART EDWARD WHITE.
Author Of "The BIazed TRAIL" "The
Riverman," Etc.
PART TWO.

Two days later we were giving our
first ten-centime piece to a function
airy of the Sign of the Dog Who
Leaps in a far corner of Normandy.
| had for some time been looking
on life with jaundiced eyes. The girls
at Buller's had become tiresome
and vulgar, my friends noisy and
frivolous. To both, i, on my part,
must have been an unmitigated bore.
needed the change.
And certainly nothing could have
been more different from our little
Street of the Many Meadows in
Paris than this country of the many
mead meadows in which we shortly
settled ourselves. 1t seemed that
here, if anywhere, one could regain
any reasonable store of lost spirits,
ply against the winter days to come.
We drew up before our inn with
a great cracking of whips, and
were met at the door by Madame
herself, fresh and smiling. An indi'
vidual, in whom We later recog-
nized the waiter of the dining-room,
and later still the groom of the
chambers, shouldered our trunks,
and disappeared up the stairs. We
followed him into adjoining rooms.
The floors had been scrubbed and
scrubbed again until they were
quite white. In corner stood
bed whose thick mattress raised the
surface to an aweinspiring height,
and over whose head brooded
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there's a daughter, the protest lit
tie thing! You must see her, Gay
ley, she's a type
How old?" enquired Gayley, wax.
ing up a trifle.
About fourteen"
Gayley took up again the inspec-
tion of his wretched work.
I've engaged a room there for
us beginning next"
What" yelled Gayley. jumping to
his feet.
/ was silent.
''You IDIOT" he continued after a
moment, you sentimental idiot"
And then, quite coolly, I proved
to Gayley that we would make mon
ey by the arrangement, because we
would not have to tip anybody. This
failed to convince him. / suspect he
had already entered into a filtration
with the maid, who had good hair
and ankles, as most French women
have.
We've told Madame, here, we
were going to stay all summer, and
she's given us rates accordingly
You'll have to tell her that we're
going said he at last.
Now, Gayley." | protested, don
be unreasonable, You know very
well you do such things so much
better than |! You know how to jol.
ly people"
81 won't" he replied stubbornly,
"and that settlesd Don't be afraid !;
she won't do anything to you"
Il know it, l groned, "and that's
the worst of it. She'll be as polite
as can be, and I'll feel like a thug.
It's always that way with these con.
founded French. If they'd only give
you chance to go away madl"
And that was how it came about
that Gayley and !. in the early days
of July, when the air was heavy
with the perfume of grasses and
OF flowers. came to dwell with the
Leboisenets at the Farm of the
Beautiful Leaves.
The household consisted of Mad
anne Leboisegnet, Ernestine, Gayley
and myself, It's occupations were
various. Gayley sketched and grum-
bled; idled, in that hazy idleness
which all writer's find to be their
most fruitful periods when all is
balanced; our hostesses cheerfully
scrubbed things, and cleaned things,
and cooked things, and tended the
four COWS whose milk went to fill
the staked arms dedicated to the
tutelary gods. The latter occupation
and ourselves-seemed to be the
only remunerative labor of the lit
tie farm. 1t was typically French
this devotion to what our more prac-
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tween which one wandered as be-
tween the still ranks of forest trees,
and through which one snatched
ravishing glimpses of the landscape,
or of thatch-roofed farm-houses, cen
turies old, whose door-yards were
fairly abloom with flowers. But what
l loved best of all was the sight
of the glittering milk cans, secured
to the last degree, turned upside
down each on its separate stake,
like the captured arms of a warrior
before the shrine of a tutelary god
This attraction it was that in
duced me first to enter the door
yard of the Farm of the Beautiful
Leaves-this, rather than the quaint
ness of the old-fashioned house IT.
self, or the deluge or big pink Nor
man roses, with which the place
blazed like a gingham apron. / was
hot and thirsty. / saw the milk
cans. l pushed open the little gate
ana entered.
The path ran straight to the door
On either hand grew great bushes of
roses, all pink, all huge, all fragrant
Beyond the roses were the embrac-
ing hedges. The peak-roofed house
with the black criss-cross beams
against the white plaster, and the
| pink roses-that was all the world;
that, and the soaring blue sky of
northern France. AS | neared the
door i saw that over it rose vine
had been caught, and the roses of
that vine were white.
To my knock the door was open.
ed by a dear little old lady in the
high white starched cap of the coun-
try, with whom 1 fell in love on the
spot. She was a peasant. But she
had blue eyes, and a smile winning
because of its child-like simplicity.
l can never resist those two things.
l stopped my head at the little
door, quite prepared to take for
gold the FURNISHED CLEAN of the
copper utensils. and to accept as
matter of course the old-fashioned
charm of the apartment. I admired
everything. from the diamond-shaped
windows to the tile floor, from the
polished black-wood table to the pew
ter pitcher in which the little old
lady's daughter brought my milk.
Especially was I willing to admire
the daughter, with her upright car
riage and her fearless blue Norman
eyes.
I paraded my best Partisan, the
little old lady her best china. 1t
became repast-fresh cream-cheese,
the milk. and the excellent bread
of France. We became in a little
while very good friends, l from
one of those occasional expansions
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tical race would consider ornamental
and unessential details but which
nevertheless, go far to make up the
tabled charm and attraction of the
land. The kitchen utensils always
looked like ornaments hung on the
walls for artistic effect. / believe
Ernestie and Madame spent fully
half their time in the rose garden.
Morning and evening the four pla-
cid cows were MIXED, and Erenst-
inc drove away in the high two
wheeled cart, delivering the milk to
some mysterious customers in the
village. Gayley and ! figured out
the gross proceeds, at the prevail
ing prices, and came to the con
clusion that the two women must
have some capital, or some other
source of revenue.
Once a week the high two-wheeled
cart went to church. The second
week. Gayley and | went, too. We
did this because We were ashamed
not to in the face of the general
air of sweet and gentle piety which
pervaded that little peasant house
hold like the perfume of its own
roses. And Gayley's regular day for
church is Christmas.
| never knew women more gently
courteous, nor more unaffectedly
good than these two, and they took
your goodness and courtesy so en-
tirely for granted that you had not
the heart to undeceive them. If Gay
ley had asked for stuffed ortolans,
or | for the wine of Champagne,
ortolans and champagne would have
been forthcoming, even though their
purchase destroyed the little prof
its of our entire sojourn. Conse-
quently we ate what was set before
us, and asked for nothing.
You would never have known Cay
ley. He became as a lamb. and some
times / would rub my eyes and won
der, and look again to make sure
that this was, in reality, the same
Gayley who was wont, but a month
ago, to put the dHarcourt on the
bum" He realized it himself, and
used to laugh at it in a shame-faced
fashion
How did you like your Uncle Viii
liam's moral tale this noon?" he
would ask. 81 am the whole thing
my boy. No family should be with
out me-improving 10 the young
entertaining to the old, warranted to
give satisfaction" And he would
trudge away loaded down with his
sketching paraphernalia, in his but
tonhole a pink rose, the gift OF
Ernestine; in his pocket a little
cake, the gift Of Madame. Somehow
or another the roses were always
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of the heart we all know, which
inclined me for the moment to look
sentimentally on everything about
me; she, because it was her nature
to respond. We talked all sorts OF
things. The daughter listened, stand
ing straight and wide-eyed against
the dusk of corner of the room.
In a little while, at my request,
We went out the other door in the
low, regular orchard, knee-deep with
lush grasses, and automatically bi-
sected by a wide white path. Placid
COWS ate the grasses, and two but
ter-fat ponies turned up the nose
of repletion. There was pump of
stone, twice as tall as myself, with
a beaten iron handle to match, and
before it a drinking trough of hol-
lowed rock. The little striped farm
house looked after us with smile
of pleased approval. In the air was
a hum of insects, faint as the seen;
of flowers, which seemed to accom-
pany it, to Intervene with it as part
of the melody of the place. AS
said goodbye to the little old lady
at the other gate, / looked back
and caught sight of a dormer win
dow.
The sun had, by now, declined so
far that the high-hedged road lay
quite in shadow. A bird with white
wings continually darted from the
bush and flew ahead of me to a
supposedly safe distance, only to
dart once more when again over
taken. 1t reminded me of the dor
mer window; | don't know why. AT
ter a little | stood still and kicked
the dust. Then | turned back rapidly
and had another conversation with
the little old Norman lady in the
high white starched cap.
On the way home to Au CHEN
quIl odul, VIII Sell.
At Au Chen qui saut l argued with
Gayley.
/ found him astride one straight
backed chair sourly contemplating
canvas which he had propped up
in another.
1T is pretty bad" said /, "but
never mind that I've just found the
most beautiful little place, all COW
cred with roses, the quaintest, most
delightful little place you ever saw.
Just wait until you see the woman
who runs it-and how clean every.
thing is-and-"
Rats" remarked Gayley.
For heavens sake, Gayley," |
admonished with some heat, "if you
must use slang, use some that isn't
quite archaic,"
THAT isn't"
Its obolescent, anyway. And
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Good for Children

Better than children "piecing" between
meals, let them eat healthful cred Ball"
oranges. They cannot eat them in immod-
crate quantities. Most healthful of all
foods for children. Let them eat cred Ball'
oranges between meals, at meals and before
bedtime.
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Special Prices


- Monday morning, Jan.
you can buy perfect California Oranges at
special prices and get Rogers table silver
premiums besides! Everyone will eat oranges
cred Ball'' week! Every dealer will have
enticing golden pyramids stacked high in
his store Watch for the special displays of
this luscious fruit that comes direct from
the sunny groves of California.
Tree-Ripened- -Hand-P Picked
Every cred Ball'' orange is sound, tree
npened, hand-picked. Actually the most de-
icious and yet the most healthful of all fruits.
Every cred Ball'' orange is picked by a
gloved hand carefully packed and in perfect
condition when you obtain it from your fruit
dealer.
Seedless-Sweet-Juicy r.
Every orange that comes in cred
Bali" wrapper is all orange-no seeds
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Just solid, juicy orange meat Even the
wrapper bearing the name cred Ball" was
put around every orange by gloved hand
This wrapper is germ proof. No hand touches
the orange until you, yourself, peel it,
Doctors Prescribe Oranges
AS nation of meat consumers, our sys-
TENS, especially during the winter, become
congested. Physicians advise eating oranges
as delightful acid food that counteracts the
i'll effects of heavy nourishment.
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By saving your cred Ball'' orange and
lemon wrappers you can easily secure full
set of genuine Rogers orange spoons, dessert
here are our new 1911 styles, designed ex-
clusively for us. They are as attractive and
quality, standard A-No. l plate and carry
Rogers & Sons. No advertising appears on
any of our premiums.
Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-05-08
NINETY YEARS OLD
JERSEY WOMAN IN
SUFFRAGE PARADE
Rev. Mrs. A. B. Blackwell,
Pioneer Suffragist, Conspic-
uous Figure, in Line.

Three thousand women marched from
Fifth avenue and Fifty-seventh street
to Union Square Saturday afternoon in
he interests of equal suffrage. Not one
of the marchers believed they would
find votes for women at the END of the
hike, but every one of them was enthu-
siastically certain that the parade
would put them a lot more than two
miles and a half nearer their goal.
Mrs. Abram Van Wrinkle, of IS Lin
coin Park, and Miss Emma L.. Rich
ards captained the Newark delegation,
which, with other State squads, brought
the New Jersey contingent up to more
than one hundred marchers. The Rev.
Mrs. Antoinette Brown Blackwell, OF
Elizabeth, 90 years old. and one of the
pioneers In the movement for the en-
reimbursement OF ONE occupied a
place Of honor in one OF the few car
riages.
Along the line OF march spectators
sood-naturedly cheered the women
brave enough to come out in the open
for the cause" but the underlying
spirit Of ridicule found ample oppor-
tunity for expression when the bat
TALON of 'tnale suffragettes," number
Ing about a hundred, put in appearance.
Never did a bunch get more prop
erly panned," one observant east, slider
put Il, in telling the story of the big
demonstration when he reached the
subject Of the mems brigade. Catcalls
and Kisses pinctuated a series of un-
complimentary. II amusing, comments
Prominent among the Jersey paraders
were:
Mrs. George r. vickers, president OF
the Equal Franchise Society Of New
Jersey; Mrs. Caroline B. Alexander
president OF the New Jersey State Con-
ference of Charities and Correction;
Miss Cornelia r. Bradford, founder 81
the Whittier House Social Settlement
Jersey City; Or. Mary D. Fiussey, OF
East Orange; Mrs. Charles w. Flick, oi
the Orange Political Study Club; Mrs
Clara S. Laddey, president of the New
Jersey state Woman Suffrage Associa-
| ton: Miss Emma L. Richards, presi-
dent Of the Essex County Suffrage so.
ciety; Mrs. Abram Van Wrinkle, Miss
Jane Roberts and Mrs. George Carpen-
ter, Of Newark; Mrs. Ella Kilborne, OF
| Arlington; Mrs. Mary Colvin, of the
Orange Political Study Club: Mrs. Alex:
ander Christie. of Bayonne, and Miss
Mary Morse, Mrs. Mary B. Kinsleyt
| Miss Beatrice Koonz, corresponding
| secretary Of the Equal Franchise SO.
ciety Of New Jersey: Mrs. Harry Comp
ton, president of the Civics Club, OF
Newark, and Mrs. Philip McKin Gar.
rfsori, OF Lleweliyn Park, West Orange
Twelve-year-oid Henry Colvin carried
the banner for the New Jersey State
| woman's Suffrage Association.
! Many OF the women furnished an ex'
cellent tip for paraders of all sorts by
appearing at the assembling point with
camp-chairs. which they found very
useful while waiting for the march t
start. -Four bands aided the n1archert
In Keeping step. and according to keer
observers zone of the women quit unit
the forty-three blocks had been ira
versed.
Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-05-08
CHIEF CORB|TT's
DAUGHTER SAVES
CANARY At FIRE
Another Daughter Phones for
Aid as Home of Police
Head BlazeS.

What might have been a serious fire
at Chief Of Police Michael t. Corbitt's
home, at "a East Park street, last nj hit,
was discovered In time by one Of his
daughters. Miss Margaret Corbitt. who
promptly telephoned to fire headquar-
ters and notified the operators of the
blaze.
William J. Knowles, a s~on-in-law of
Chief Corbitt, fought the fire with pals
of water until the firemen arrived, and
the latter made short work OF the
flames, but not before about $500 dam
age was done to one of the upper rooms
of the house
During the height of the excitement
Miss Lucy Corbitt thought of a pet
canary bird In her room, which she res
cued, after hard work. Chief Corbitt
and his wife were not home at the
time.
The cause Of the blaze is attributed
to lace curtains catching fire from a
lighted gas burner. which set fire to a
dresser.
Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-05-08
WAK[NS IN TIME
To CATCH WIFE As
SHE FALLS DEAD
Turro. Arrested After Chase,
Held on Charge of Firing
Fatal Shot.

Charged with killing Mrs. Nesiola
Cacciarelli ..ur. ng a quarrel at Al Cut,
Ter street, where b1th lived, late las
night, Zancinzo Turro, 80 years OLD,
was arraig ed in the Second Precinci
Police Court today AMI hold without
bail for the action of the grand jury.
Cacciarelli, who was In bed, was
a akened by the sound of voices raised
in anger. He ran TO the door In time
to catch to ~lifeless body OF his wits
as she reeled back into his arms viii
a bullet in her brain.
Patrolman Joseph Doran and Fred.
erick Moson. who were standing al
Cutler street and Sixth avenue, heard
the shot shortly after II o'clock. They
ran in the direction from which the
sound had come and reached No. Al
In time to see Turro dash from the
house. Doran pursued him, while MO.
son entered the place. William Lee,
of 20 Seventh avenue intercepted the
fugitive and held him until the police.
man arrived. Tho revolver was not
found.
In an effort to discover the motive Of
the crime, Captain Brown WAS cioseted
for an hour this morning with Caoci.
arelli, Mrs. rirro and other tenants o.
the Cutler street house. who were held
as material witnesses. The wife OF TIN
man charged with murder and the hus'
band of the victim of the murderer
were in the house when the other twt
arrived. 1t was mex to impossible Il
discover the cause Of the quarrel, Turrt
refused to talk when subjected TO
three-hour examination.
Mrs. Turro testified that she heard
Mrs. Cacciarelli at her doorstep calling
her husband vile names and daring hin
TO come into the hall.
Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-05-08
ANOTHER FIGHT
FOR CUNNINGHAM
ALASKAN CLAIMS
Attorneys Argue to Sustain
Contentious OF Coal Land
Claimants.

WASHINGTON. May s.--After hav-
ing been or. OF the public eye for some
time. the Cunningham Alaskan coal
land claims, which brought about the
Ballinger-Pinchot congressional In
vestigation, because Of charges by
Louis r CLAWS. a former field agent
of the land Office, today approached
their final determination.
Attorneys for the Cunningham claim
ants appeared to argue their case before
Secretary OF the Interior Fisher, Land
Commissioner bennett and members OF
the Board Of Law view OF the gen.
eral land Office. 1t was expected the
hearing would be concluded tomorrow.
e. c. Hughes, Of Seattle, and John p.
Gray. of Wallace. Ida, are represent
ing the claimants.
Commissioners bennett is charged
with handing down the decision. Sec
rotary Fisher determined to sit at the
hearing, however, 50 that in CAS- an
appeal Is made to him time and ex-
pense may be saved for all parties con-
cerned.
Cusninsham claims.
The Cunningham coal land claims,
thirty-three In number, are SO called
because It was Clarence Cunningham,
Of the state OF washington, who, while
in Alaska In 1902, discovered the coal,
which ted to tho fling OF claims by him
SELF and by thirty-two others. Oppo-
sition TO the final granting OF the
claims was due to the charge that there
u,na e~onapiractt "a defraud the GOVERN
fnent.
CLAWS, WHO wrote to President Taft
charging former Secretary BaifinEer
with iafadministre ton Of the public
land laws, started his hit against the
Cunningham claims early IN 1908. He
asserted that through an assignment
Of the Cunningham claims "the Gug-
~genheims'' were about to be given a
monopoly OF Alaskan coal.
The Bai.inser- Pinchot investigating
committee filed two reports, the ma
jority generating Secretary Baliinger
and the minority sustaining to O large
Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-05-08
Fanny Doesn't Want Auto in Prouerb
Contest, She Wants the Latter Humane

scene OF "Aida"-'Celestial Aida7'"
Yes, it's my ~favorite. I'll never for
get Caruso singing 1t, with that won
derful violin tremoio Of the orchestra
to sustain him"
well. I heard that on the Lauter-
Humane the other day. II wa some
thing splendid. And I'm going 70 viii
that second prize if-if--"
She debated for O moment to find a
clause Of sufficient magnitude.
If I don't play another note IRON,
now until June 2s."
Then. II you don't get that, there's
stan the $50 Hallet & Davis Player"
said George. ut must be a mighty fine
instrument. too"
well, I'll be content with that Jack
son car, since a violin isn't down on
the list" Frank admitted easily. First
o. nothing 80. please
But Miss Fanny had turned again .tc
the piano and was playing the mys-
W. oriental love song ffnr> "AsAs :
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auto at all. I'm quite willing to let
you have that"
"Oh, think you-1'm ever so much
obliged. Maybe you'll go q bit further
and let me have the right answers"
II guess mott You can figure them
out for yourself. Mr.. Frank"
Aren't you trying for something.
Fanny George interrupted. looking up
from the score he had been studying.
II saw o cutting out a prcverb pic
ture the other day"
After $3.50 Lauter-Humane.
ST certainly am. What I want is that
$3.50 Lanter- Humane. It's the loveliest
instrument o ave saw, Frank. I'm
Just crazy about it."
IF 1t can beat you out on the play
ing game" the violinist broke in q
trtfie ~awkwardiy, it'll certainty be
pretty good"
"oh, Frank, you should Just hear one.
yoi, know Rhadan,e's so-~ =, - fr~'