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The Detroit times., 1911-08-12
From Another Point of View

Possibly because killed 20 often that the peach crop ~
pttsd-
overlooked he can send
his direct the
statement BY way
of a veto or he
II the Athletics viii kindly step
danger OF getting spiked in.
wife, the OF which
probably another book
Twom q attacked The
Joke through all right. but the first fact standA
that sarnia u behaving beautifully
that rich relatives fortune would doubt
girl Just right had she bean cut on
The
where Hoped
hot weather probably
TO be pretty we'll beyond jurisdictiou-
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12
ADVERTISING TALKS.
(coutfnueA.)

(COnttmuo1.)
WHO COULD BE REACHED
THROUGH ADVERTISING In the
daily newspapers.
ALL FORMS OF INSURANCE
SHOULD BE ADVERTISED.
n the big insurance companies
would get together and contribute to
Q fund TO be used for advertising,
and then run I'm the daily newspapers
q series Of EDUCATIONAL INSUR.
ANCE TALKS-HUMAN INTEREST
APPEALS to the people, pointing out
tho ADVANTAGES OF taking out pol
icies In reliable companies, 1T
WOULD HELP THEIR AGENCY
MEN very materially In writing In
surance and treble their business IN
no time.
I have talked TO q great many in.
surance agency men on this subject
They are all FIRMLY CONVINCED
OF the value OF newspaper advertis.
ing; 30 much 30 that theyp would be
willing to surrender q part Of their
commissions II the companies they
represented advertised In the news
papers.
I don't believe It would cost the In
surance companies more than TWO
PER CENT OF THE NET INCOME
from their annual premiums II they
advertised In this manner.
There II a great business WAITING
for the insurance companies. Why
not go after II, gentlemen, on the
lines suggested above?
(Te be contfnuef-)
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12

ye brute beasts" But look from
Doctor Paulus silenced her. as he
waved the rest Of Us back and bent
over the unconscious woman. his broad
fingers pressed along the slender
wrist. For moment we watched his
face In silence, as II II were the very
face OF destiny. Then the canary gave
q sudden shrill scream. and futtered
pafpitattng into corner OF its cage,
beating 30 violently against the wires
that tiny feathers fioated loosely out
and down. The medium whispered:
"Oh, my God" and cringed sidelong,
raising her arms as II one struck at
her. And my hair thrilled and my
heart sickened and stopped, for even
while she spoke, voice came out OF
the empty air above our heads; q
voice like nothing that had heard
before, a woman's voice thin and trem-
ulous, with fragile resonance In II,
as though II spoke into a bell.
"Oh, mother, mother, 1t walled.
why don't you let me go and restf"
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12
THE BEST FRIEsDIH HAVE GOT.


I'm the best friend that ever had. !
like 10 sit with me.
Ike 70 sit and tell myself things con-
ndentially.
i often stop and ask me AZ 1 shouldn't
or i should
And md that my advice 10 me II al
ways pretty good
never got acquainted with myself till
here OF late;
Just found myself a bully chum: since
then It's simply great.
talk with me. walk with me, show
me right from wrong,
And really now. you'd be surprised how
well we get along.
never try TO cheat me. I'm as honest
as can be:
No matter what may come and 20. I'm
on the square with me.
It's great TO have a pal. l. O.. that's
truly all your own.
To be such company for yourself you're
never left alone.
You'll try TO shun the masses and
you'll think the crowd a joke
II you treat yourself one-half as we'll
as you do some other folks.
I've made a study OF myself: have COM
pared with me a lot.
To reach this one conclusion; I'm the
best friend / have got.
VIM 8. MeaEher.
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12
CHAPTER XIV.
fco.fsuu.Al

(Costinued.p
At little card table, drawn out INTO
the center OF the floor, sat Mrs. Tabor
and the medium, face to face. Between
them and beyond the table was MI.
Tabor; Lady sat on her mothers
nearer side, and Sheila, with her back
to US, completed the circle. They were
all leaning forward intently, some
thing In the attitude Of people saying
grace. before q meal The windows
were not covered, but the dull light
OF the late and stormy afternoon came
inward only an q leaden grayness. In
which faces and the details or the sur
roundings were heavily and vaguely
visible. like shadows OF themselves In
the window at the far end OF the room,
the canary hoped carelessly ABOUT
his cage, with an occasional cricket
like chirp: and but for this the mousse
was quiet enough for us 10 hear the
swish of wind along the leaves OF tne
uncovered veranda and the ripple Oh
the rain upon the glass.
knew now that my excited sensa-
tions ut the previous sittings must
have been imaginary In their Origin
for even here, In the presence OF m,s
open and prearranged imposture, ieit
the same curious sense OF tension, the
same intimacy as Of surrounding
crowd. the same oppressive heaviness
Of the atmosphere. / could hardly Do
Iieye In the airy spaciousness OF the
high room, or the physical distance
between me and my fellow Watchers.
NV breath came laboriously, and
wondered how those within could fail
TO hear the slow pounding OF my heart
and the rustic OF our heavy breathing
bebind the curtain. Out Of the corner
of INV eve. I saw Reid raise his brows
toward his superior, and ne answers
by a frowning nod. Al last aiter AZ
interval doubtless far shorter tnan DC
fore, but interminable to our STRAINED
anticipation, the medium enuouereo
slightly. and fell back In her chair
Her face twisted convulsiveiy. and mel
hands and head made little whitening
aimless movements, unpleasantiy IKE
the refiexive spasms OF q dying AM
NAL. She moaned softly once or twice
then relaxed Imply; and the voice OF
Miriam began TO speak.
"Here am-mother-why did-you
bring me hereY
Mr.. Tabor leaned back. his white
brows drawn In a savage knot. Shells
covered her eyes and fell to rocking
slowly to and fro. Lady made nc
sign: but knew what sacrilege !,
was to her, and could hardly hold
myself. Yet the mother answered
without regarding them.
.I like to have you near me, dear
est Does this place trouble your
'sWhy should it-trouble me?-A'
well-here-as anywhere. Notnint
matters--tome."
That's more like yourself than any
thing I've
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12
cII
&pROFESSOR,S -
,68M MYSTERY Iak
SANEMM, GO HEEG#
%SM Wells HASTINGS MsyYl
% :" DRlAn H@KR ~

That's more like yourself than any
thing I've heard you say-George, dio
you hear? Can you doubt now AFTER
that?"
Her husband answered only with
gesture, and the voice went on.
Are you sure you know me,
motherY
The two scientists exchanged glanc-
es. Mrs. Tabor began q hurried pro-
est, but the voice interrupted.
because you may be-only imag1n.
ing--it may not be real"
The Querulous throaty tone was the
same, but the words came each time
more quickly, and the wall was dying
out Of them. The comic aspect OF the
whole scene struck me suddenly with
revolving. II was 30 terribly impor-
tant and at the same time such q
tawdry practical joke.
Miriam, woat are you sayingy"
Mrs. Tabor was leaning forward to-
ward the sound. her face tense and
frightened.
"Oh, anything please-it's quite
easy--Don't you begin TO understand p
"Oh, what do you mean? Miriam!
Mrs. Mail, what IL happening7"
The medium never stirred. nor NOV
ed a muscle OF her face. as the spirit
voice replied: "Just the same thing
that's happened right along, Mrs. Ia
Dor. Don't you see now. You were
always SO sure that any voice could
do for you to recognize. You've laid
yourself open 20 IT."
Mrs. Tabor looked for the FIRST time
as one might who listens TO the dead.
Her voice frightened me, II was 80
calm.
What do you meant" she said mon
otonously. / saw Reid move as II TO
part the curtain. CHANGING sharply at
Doctor Paulus as he did so; but the
older mans mouth was a bloodless
line, and he shook his great head.
whispering: Not yet. Reid; not yet"
| Listen" said the voice. Here's
what you call Miriam talking" Its
tone changed abrutly: Now here's
me. I'm doing It," The medium rose
quietly from her chair, and stepped
out into the room: THE whole things
just-a trick" she said, shifting from
one voice to the other In alternate
phrases. you believe in-ghosts-
and SO gave you--what you believe"
She came around the table. do you
understand now?'
Sheila was sobbing aloud, but none
of the others seemed to notice her
Mrs. Tabor sat for an instant as II
frozen, staring vacantly In front OF
her. Then as the medium approached
she shrank suddenly with a childish
cry of fear. 1T isn't true!" she cried
ct isn't truel" and she swung Imply
forward upon the little table, and lay
still.
Lady and Mr.. Tabor were beside her
in an instant, as we three sprang for
ward into the room. Sheila was on
her feet, muttering, You've killed her
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12
Tie Millions Of An
Cd Nan, a Girl Bride,
And SOciety's Shame
The Church Will DO tie Part But
Society Is Powerlsss Against
The Lure Of Riches Of lts
own Making.


John Jacobs Episcopal Offices concerned
Rev Arnold assistant rector Of Trinity Episcopal church.
would be outrage to allow such marriage and adds:
H aside good wife who bore him children and he now
comes with a wicked lust marry child"
Tomorrow Arnold viii preach from Psalm loe verse 81: YEA
they sacrificed daughters unto devils"
oondmnng marriage that Of the Right Rev
William cwen DOane Episcopal bishop who quoted the New
York World as follows:
wedding this girl Col A,or
&. minds shI. young girls PARENTS
call position the Of
. s s q. .@ s@ York stat. hS:
again
attitude this alliance
prescribed by the law
society prescribed by Of de-
ency morality Madeline and condemned
along with Aston
Nowhere have we as yet sympathy for
this child the father who has publicly approved of the daugh
marriage and whose greatest just at present to be
the possibility Of hitch in the proceedings
Society workngman leav
ing his home early the morning with lunch basket and dragging his
body whistle earning his living by the
wouldn't him second time and
hsr father wouldn't be urging her marriage to Aston
millions eyes Madeline Force that
she unable beyond the step she is about to take
right compelled sympathy Of
SOCIETY SHOULD BECOME CONSCIENCE STRICKEN
hiding shame to be DONE it not the part
parents socys society really
70 blame for this sad affair
Madeline unhappy plight
ment By an old mans millions.
being the man. society
the fun responsibility for society has made this old mans millions possible
social tragedy with the church putting ts foundations
with foolish girl her teens the vp charm and
with the riches staying the protecting Of rent
the in the spell Of glitering gold.
convincing evidence inequality
conditions that have through peoples apathy
numbering
evidence few HAVE while the
and ride upon wishes a. their share
Millions upon millions for few; just existence for the
the millions society
has brought upon it. own head
rich old sits at his feast and girl child Of beauty
world looking gs her youth and oveness the tables side
that ian-to the winds with morals decency
could distribution be better
less shocking and less sad to look upon
81 The church win do its duty.
But the marriage stopped and will place So
y powerlea against these dirty millions Of its making
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12
CHAPTER XVI
And Redlscoverina Realities.


think Lady clutched at my arm.
but can not remember The one
memory that remains to me OF that
moment is the face OF Doctor Paulus.
His color had turned from ivory to
chalk. his mouth was drawn open In
q snarling square and his eyes shrank
back holloway. glazing into nothing
ness. For a second he stod so, claw
ing In front OF him with his hands, .
living horror. Then with an effort
that shook him from head to foot, the
strong soul OF the man commanded
him. Its nothing" he whispered, II
understand 1t. Take hold OF your
selves" The hands dropped, and he
bent again over Mrs. Tabor. The next
moment Sheila had sprung out In front
OF US, and was speaking to the voice
that we could not see.
Miriam Reid" she cried, In high
chanting cadence between song and
speech, III it's yourself that's here, lie
down to your rest again. an leave US.
Go back TO your place In purgatory.
darlin' till the white angels come to
carry ye higher In their own good
time. In the name av God an Mary.
In the name av the Blessed Saints, go
DaCk! TO DaCk 10 your uOme UotWcch
hell an Heaven, an come no more
among us here!"
Get some water, Reid" snapped
Doctor Paulus. Quiet that woman,
some Of you"
But Sheila had done before We could
move or speak to her. With her last
words, she flung her arms wide apart,
above her head, and brought them In
ward and downward In some strange,
formal gesture. Then as swiftly and
certainly as II she had planned II all
from the beginning, she caught little
bottle from her breast, and spfnkled
its contents in the upturned face or
Mrs. Tabor. We caught hold Of her
Just as she was making the sign or
the Cross. But she was perfectly quiet
now, with nothing more to say or do.
and stood motionless like the rest OF
us, breathing deep breaths and watch
ing. }
The cool shock OF the water did It's
work. Mrs. Tabor's eyelids quivered.
and she gasped family. Reid came
hurrying back with a glass Of water.
and stood at the side OF his superior.
looking foolishly disappointed as he
realized the anticipation Of his errand.
| (To be continuedJ
/
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12
mirror. on trolley card.

The trolley cars of some lines on
the Pacific coast carry mirrors at the
rear, adjusted In such way that pas
sengers are compelled to see APP
preaching automobiles and other We
hicles when they leave the car and
thus avoid accidents.
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12

Within ten miles Of the City Hail.
New York, there are ten suburbs on
Long Island, where agriculture -
pursued on fields assessed at build
ing.lot prices.
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12

Public, press and pulpit are
pretty much agreed that the coming
marriage of old and grOuchy John
Jacob Astor to Madeline Force
young and pretty, is thing to be
frowned upon.
No minister Of AstOr's church, he
being an EpiscOpalian. will perform
the ceremony.
He divorced a good wife. is
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12

II our neighbors would only do
things IA we think they should how
muoh easter Il would be to love themi
-Pittsburg Sun.
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12

winking ut trouble n almost a.
dangerous az winking At the man whc
dispenses soda water.
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12

When q girl wants to be kisset
she makes more russ ABOUT II tnai
she would II she didn't.
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12

Every time man adds another dol.
lar to his collection he lays up q lit
tie more trouble.
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12
The Poet. Family

Dad, you're poor. amt your"
"No, son-Pm rich. own you and
the baby, and you're worth million
dollars apiece to me-
Dad, couldn't you hypothecate
the baby an get me q new pair Of
shoes ?'-Toledo Blade.
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12

A self-made man nearly always
looks Hike the kind Of q Job he
might be expected 70 turn OUT
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12

People who always have something
good to say about their acquaintance
get terribly monotonous.
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12
OBSERVATIONS

highest paid draws $1,000
the
sminer by title Miss Kelley really deputy director
- o the man Tho holds ttle
official RMareane
a be what
y year al a ume IN absence
a not
salary by she
This this story
,fe 10 the
annually employees
In
ehic hareino Of date. "a. =
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12

There are times when II In bette
to be imposed upon than II In to hghi
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12

The iazier q man is the more fish
he can catch
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12

n a woman can't think OF any othe
excuse she can have q headache.
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12
WISDOM IN pARAGRAPHs

Women ask 'why1- Men ash
When"
Mans weakness II womans oppor>
tunity to get even.
Anyway the tire OF lazy man
isn't easily punctured:
A lick against fate In often but an
apology for laxiness.
When q kind and gentle man does
deliver q jolt II counts.
Troubles shadow IL frequently
blacker than the trouble ITSELF
ia woman can't think OF any other
excuse abe can have q headache.
There are times when II II better
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12

Troubles shadow II freQuenti,
blacker than the trouble itself.
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12

|IfIld|
10
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as a
.harg
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The Detroit times., 1911-08-12

The highest paid in the $1,000
The Detroit times., 1911-08-12

OF mlutB IN We
and draws the c
Kelley were a n
Miss Kelley does
$4,000 q year. I
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-06-22

this is your chance and know you're the sort to take it. Here's where you can get square with me- eh? Here's whete you pay me back for throwing you over and taking up with another man! Oh, yes, you can do it You can do it easy enough. And you will You will just ride your way and leave us here to die. Very good, Gene-mighty good, indeed Go! Go for all care I'd rather lie here and die with Tom than be saved by you without him. But re. member this Gene Rock-the black curse rides with you, and, though you reach the post this time the day will come and come soon when you'll wish to God you had died of thirst out here the desertp'
 Q6ietly Gene got to his feet. Quietly he took one slow step toward her. Suddenly he gripped both of her wrists and, she screamed in pain at the quick twist he gave them, flung her. half prosrate, the sand.
 T told you to sit down. he said. and he did not raise his voice to say it. "Now, then he continued he looked at her, recumbent before him. "don't go off at half cock. haven't said yet what was going to do, have r"
 From her burning bed she gave him only a suilen glare for answer.
 Have IT he repeated.
 Again she disdained reply. and Rack leaned for
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-06-22

even she spoke, her hand fell impotenty and her blue-black head dropped forward.
 With in which there words he took her in his iron arms and lifted her, still like SICK child, to the saddle of the broncho.
 Who's the better now?" he gasped. Say it. curse your' And then she raised her crimson lips toward his face he shook back his red head in fierce refusal and beloved again, Say it."
 She opened her eyes now-and her eyes were afame.
 "Gene, Gene!" she cried and flung both arms about his neck.
 It was the moment of decision. With a single twist of his right hand he dashed her from him, his open palm against her flaming face. The woman fell prone across the stolid ponys back.
 There" he said, that there's all wanted know. Mrs. Dugan-an' I'll git himi"
 Over there in those sand hills she had indicated he found the derious man. There, too, he bandaged and nursed him with the ruee ss.n of practical perience And there finally he bore also the scarcely saner woman. first building rude shelter and then, when he saw them both asleep, returning to the empty trail to seek out signs of friend or enemy.
 Ni"ht fall unan him at his hopeless laakaaat-sha
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-06-22
Lucy Mahoney nodded. Did he-are you married to him?"

Lucy Mahoney nodded.
 "Did he-are you married to him?"
 You jay" she Shreked. "Of course I amp
 "Oh!" said Gene noncommttaly and sat down be- side her.
 There long pause. The sun beat upon them in unreienting fury At last Gene wiped his fore head and, with jerk of his bullet head toward the southwest, resumed:
 Listen! It's like this, ain't it? You an your Tom run into this gang. He had you with him to fight for, an yet he let 'em lick hm-ddn't he? He let 'em lick him with more than bullet in his leg! Well, then they come in on me when was asleep me- who hadn't nothing in the world that I give a whoop in hell for-an shot up two of lem an broke through 'em an come clean away Understand?"
 She met his gaze quickly, almost comprehendingy, and far back in the dark blue depths of eyes thought he the first gleam of that emotion he was seeking to awaken.
 "Understand?' he asked again
 "You"-her lips framed the phrase hoarsely-"you did that?"
 "Yes, an I've done better afore in my time-an' I'll do better ag'in. Understand|
 S..a nodded cu!c!,I.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-06-22

ward. his rough fingers outspread if again to grasp her aching wrists.
 The pain of that last grip still thrilled in her and overcame her courage. She shook her biueblack head. Well, then" growied Rock don't boiler till you're hurt I've got few questions to ax you"
 He waited moment but she maintained her stub- born silence and he finally proceeded:
 'This here Tom-is it the same oneg'
 Once more her answer was sullen blue glare. Gene did not hesitate His stout boot found the womans ribs. and she cried in pain
 "Is it?" he asked again,
 The same-as-what? she gasped.
 You know" he rumbied. from Dugan, the same you shook me for"
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-06-22
1T [Hfl[lE

and came out here to see If there was any help."
 T thought you said they done shot him."
 His leg--his legs broken"
 "Is that all?'
 "Tt's enough te kill him. He's in fever. He's bleeding yet-or was when left him. And we've no horses and no water"
 To all this last Gene appeared to give small heed.
 "only broke his leg" he murmured reheetively Gee, they must "a been drunk" .
 But the woman leaped to>her feet and held out her hands.
 Gene" she repeated-'Gene don't you zee what mean? While we're sitting here talking he's over there-Tom. And he may be dying! My Tomp
 Rock did not rise He swung hard slow gaze upon her.
 Lucy" he commanded. "sit down-
 Her eyes widened.
 "YouS What?' she stammered
 "Sit down!" She did not obey. Instead her face worked from terror to hatred. She elinched her hand and in cracked voice. she answered his orders there the scream of ancient Celtic curses
 Do you mean-do you mean you won't do 1t. Gene Rock? Do you mean that you, strong and big and we'll, with horse and burre and-and water, won't save usl You dc, eh? know you dol know
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-06-22

things"
 Rock laushed--the hard. dry laugh of the man who knows
 srJsed?" he said ain't question of what you're used to- question of what you Is this here Tom a man or ain't he? An if he's a man, who's better man-him or me?"
 Painting his unaccustomed effort at speech, he leaned far toward her. His great. horny hands work ed convusiyely His rough flannel shirt open at the base of his thick neck, half displayed heavy hairy chest His hard, brick baked face with its red stub ble of beard down which coursed the shining sweat was close to hers and bis mighty breath beat be- tween her half yelled eyes hotter than the sun She raised trembling helpless hand between them
 "Dop'tw she whispered. Don't. Gene--dop't!" But,
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-06-22

"So, then," he concluded. here's Tom-your Tom-Tom Dugan--the pale faced, bandy legged ink singer you shook me for. He rides out with you, don't he? Out with his wife, by thun- der! He's set on by pack of white livered drunks. ain't he? An he ain't got the nerve to lick 'em--not even for you! The calf's got to quit for bull let in one leg! He ain't got even the nerve to git killedw
 She had half risen again and was leaning upon one outstretehed arm. the other hand pressed between her toss ing breasts.
 'It-it wasn't his fault" she stam- mered. "He-it-he's not used to such