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The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1911-04-20

messed on the veranda; yet, of course,
she was expecting some explanation.
Bessie" he said, Il am sorry to
have got into such muss there at
the club. The Japanese minister was
the last man l wanted to see."
She did not answer.
Perhaps your friend-whom we are
now going to visit-will explain things
little" he went on. Y can tell you
only that I had in my pocket certain
papers which the Jap would have
given much to get hold Of. He tried it
by accusing me Of stealing them from
him. 1t was very awkward"
81 understand better than you
think" she said, suddenly. Don't you
see, you big stupid, that know where
we are going? That tells me some
thing. can put two and two to-
gether."
Then needn't try to do any more
explaining Of things 1 can't explain"
"Of course not. You are forgiven
all. Just think, Bob, it's nearly a year
since you stood up with Tom and
me-"
That's SOL"
How time does go! Seas the
car turned at a crossing-"we are go
Ing northward. We are bound for
the village of Winnetka. Does that
tell you anything?"
Nothing at ALL" said Orme, striving
vainly to give the Indian name place
in his mind.
On they sped. Orme looked at his
watch. 1t was half-past ten.
I'VE must be nearly there" he said.
Yes. it's only little way, now"
They were going eastward again,
following narrow dirt road. Sud-
denly the chauffeur threw the brakes
on hard. Orme and Bessie, thrown
forward by the sudden stopping,
clutched the sides OF the car. There
was crash and they found them
selves in the bottom of the tonneau.
Orme was unharmed. Are you all
right, Bessie?" he asked.
"All right" Her voice was CHEEKY.
He leaped to the road. The chauf
feur had descended and was hurrying
to the front of the car.
What was it?" asked Orme.
Some one pushed a wheelbarrow
into the road just as we were COM
ing"
"A wheelbarrow!"
eyes, sir. There It is"
Orme looked at the wheelbarrow.
It was wedged under the front of the
car. He peered of into the field at
the left. Dimly he could see run
ming figure, and he hastily climbed the
rail fence and started in pursuit.
1t was hard sprint. The running
man was fast on his feet, but his
speed did not long surve him, for he
stumbled and fell. He did not rise,
and Orme. coming up, for the moment
supposed him to be stunned.
Bending over, he discovered that
the PROSTATE man was painting hard,
and digging his hands into the turf.
Get up" commanded Orme.
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old man, coatless and slippered, opened
the door, holding an oil lamp high
above his head. Down, Rover! What
do you want?" he shouted.
"We've got to have rig to take us
to Winnetka," said Orme. "our car
broke down"
The old man reflected. Cant do
IT," he said, at last. "All shet up fer
the night Can't leave the missus
alone"
A head protruded from dark upper
window. "Yes, you can, Simeon"
growled a woman's cultural voice.
WALL don't know"
"Yes, you can" She turned to
orme. He'll take ye fer five dollars
cash. Ye can pay me-"
Orme turned to Bessie. Have you
any money!" he whispered.
Heavens! left my hand bag in
my locker at the clubhouse. How stu
pid!"
Never mind" Orme saw that he
must lose the marked bill after all.
Regretfully he took 1t from his pocket.
The woman had disappeared from the
window, and now she came to the
door and stood behind her husband.
Wrapped in an old blanket, she made
gaunt figure, not unlike squaw. AS
Orme walked up the two or three
steps, she stretched her hand over her
husbands shoulder and snatched the
bill, examining it closely by the lamp
light.
What's this writin' on it," she de-
manded, flercely.
"Oh, that's just somebody's joke. It
doesn't hurt anything"
We'll, don't know" She looked at
it doubtfully, then crumpled 1t tight
In her fist. II guess it'll pass. Git
a move on you, Simeon"
The old man departed, grumbling,
to the barn, and the woman drew back
into the house, shutting the door care
fully. Orme and Bessie heard the
bolts click as she shot them home.
'Hospitable!" exclaimed Bessie,
seating herself on the doorstep.
After a wait that seemed intermi-
nable, the old man came driving around
the house. To a ramshackle buggy
he had hitched decrepit horse. They
wedged in as best they could, the old
man between them, and at shuffiing
amble the nag proceeded through the
gate and turned eastward
In the course of 20 minutes they
crossed railroad tracks and entered
the shady streets of the village, Bessie
directing the old man where to drive.
Presently they came to the entrance
Of what appeared to be an extensive
estate. Back among the trees glim-
mered the lights of house. Turn
in," said Bessie.
A thought struck Orme. II Poritol,
why not the Japanese? Maku and his
friends might easily have got back to
this place. And if the minister had
been able to telephone to his allies
from Arradale, they would be expect
ing him.
Stop" he whispered. Let me out
You drive on to the door and wait
there for me-"
Bessie nodded. She did not COM
prehend, but she accepted the situa-
tion unhesitatingly.
Orme noted, by the light of the lamp
at the gate, the simmer of the veil
that was wound around her hat.
Give me your veil," he said.
She withdrew the pins and unwound
the piece Of gossamer. He took it and
The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1911-04-20
COFFEE CONGESTION
Causes a Variety of Ais.

A happy old lady in Wisconsin
says:
During the time I was coffee
drinker / was subject to sick head
aches, sometimes lasting or 3 days,
totally uniting me for anything.
To this affliction was added, some
years ago, a trouble with my heart
that was very painful, accompanied
by a smothering sensation and faint
ness.
Dyspepsia, also, came to make life
harder to bear. took all sorts of pat.
ent medicines but none of them helped
me for any length of time.
"The doctors frequently told me
that coffee was not good for me; but
without coffee felt as If had no
breakfast | finally decided about q
years ago to abandon the use of cof-
fee entirely, and as had read great
deal about Postum concluded to try
that for breakfast beverage.
Il liked the taste of it and was par
ticulariy pleased to notice that it did
not come up as coffee used to- The
bad spells with my heart grew less
and less frequent, and finally ceased
altogether, and l have not had an at
tack of sick headache for more than
year. My digestion is good, too, and
am thankful that am once more a
healthy woman. know my wonder
full restoration to health came from
quitting coffee and using Postum"
Name given by the Postum Co., Battle
Greek, Mich.
There's reason" and it is this.
Coffee has direct action on the liver
with some people, and causes partial
congestion Of that organ preventing
the natural outlet Of the seevet;ons.
Then may follow biliousness, saJlow
skin, headaches, constipation and flAal.
ly change of the blood corpus,des
and nervous prostration.
Read the little book, "The Road 70
Wellville." in pkgs. There's q Rea.
SON."
Ever read the above letter. naw
one appears from time to time, Tvhev
are genuine truat and fun 81 hun,ss
lnterests
The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1911-04-20

Parents ought to collaborate with
teachers in helping to develop the
best in their children, and conse-
quently to eliminate the worst. In.
stead of this view of the matter we
(says Ella Wheeler Wilcox) find par
ents taking a stand against the
teacher who tries to talk of the faults
of their children and discuss a rem
edy, and all the work which the teach
er has hoped to do in character build
ing falls to, the ground under the
lifted hammer of the unwise and
belligerent parent, who insists that
my child" must be without faults,
and that the teacher who sees faults
is an enemy, not friend. 1t is sell
dom, indeed, that a man or a woman
occupying the position of a teacher is
prejudiced or has personal or selfish
motives for criticising child.
The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1911-04-20
WAS ONLY ONE OF ITS KIND
"There's Lots Of Horses, But There
Is Only One Judge Kinne,"
Says Judge.

During the second Cleveland cam
paign, Col John P. Irish, the golden
tongued orator, and Judge Kline Of
Waterloo, Ia, the man with lungs Of
brass, were stumping Iowa in behalf
Of the Democratic candidate.
They were driving in buggy on
the road to Sidney, a young city in the
southwestern part Of the state, when
they came to fork of the road where
there was no sign board. Which turn
to take was a question, as they had
barely time to make the town any.
way.
There's a farmhouse over there a
bit. You sit still and I'll go over and
ask questions" said Irish, and climb
ing out he started for the desired in
formation. He got it, and on his re-
turn saw the horse, evidently fright
ened at something, tearing down the
road at runaway speed. Instead Of
trying to stop the horse, Judge Kline
dropped the reins, climbed over the
seat and dropped of the back of the
buggy into the road.
When Irish caught up to him, the
Judge was busily busting himself OF
after his roll in the roadway, not in
the least disfigured by his acrobatic
stunt.
You're on the right fork of the
road, all right, judge, but why didn't
you hang on to the horse?" asked
Irish, laughing heartily.
why didn't / hang on to him?"
rumbled Kline in his deep sub-cellar
voice. I'll tell you why didn't, my
Christian friend There's lots of
horses in this world. but there is but
one Judge Kinae."
The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1911-04-20

/ The man got to his knees and, turn.
ing, raised supplicating hands.
"Porltol!" exclaimed Orme.
"On, Mr.. Orme, spare me. It was
an accident" His face worked con.
vulsively. Il" Something like q
sob escaped him, and Orme again
found himself divided between con.
tempt and pity.
What were you doing with that
| wheelbarrow?"
Poritol kept his frightened eyes on
Orme's face. but he said nothing.
well. will explain it. You fol-
lowed the car when 1t started for Ar
radale. You waited here, found a
wheelbarrow, and tried to wreck US.
1t is further evidence Of your comic
equipment that you should use q
wheelbarrow."
Poritol got to his feet. you are
mistaken, dear Mr.. Orme. IL"
Orme smiled grimly. "Stop," he
said. Don't explain. Now l want
you to stay right here in this field for
half hour. Don't bulge. If catch
you outside, I'll take you to the near
est jail"
Poritol drew himself up "As an
attache l am exempt" he said, with
pitiful attempt at dignity.
You are not exempt from the con-
sequences Of a crime like this. Now,
! get on your knees"
Whimpering, Poritol kneeled.
"Stay in that position"
"Oh, sir-oh, my very dear sir. l."
Stay there!" thundered Orme.
Poritol was still, but his lips moved,
and his interlaced fingers worked con-
vulsively.
AS Orme walked away, he stopped
now and then to look back Poritol
did not move, and Orme long carried
the picture of that kneeling figure.
who was it?" asked Bessie Wal
lingham. as he climbed back over the
fence.
"A puppy with sharp teeth" he re-
piled, thinking Of what the girl had
said. 1--WE might as we'll forget him."
She studied him in silence, then
pointed to the chauffeur, who was
down at the side Of the car.
Anything damaged?" Orme Quer-
led.
Yes, SIR"
"Much?"
1.-TWO hours work. sir"
"Pshaw!" Orme shut his teeth down
hard; Poritol, had he known 1t, might
have felt thankful that he was not
near at hand. He turned to Bessie.
How much farther is it?"
"The chauffeur answered. About
three miles, sir"
Three miles over dark country roads
and 1t was nearly II o'clock. He
glanced ahead. In the distance a
light twinkled.
Bessie" he said, come with me to
that farmhouse. We must go on. Or,
If you prefer to wait here
I'll go with you, of course"
They walked along the road to the
farm gate. A cur yelped at their feet
as they approached the house. and an
The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1911-04-20
SYNOPSIS.

At the expense Of a soiled hat Robert
Orme saves from arrest girl In black
oS etsts strs %eO mas Hs SSvs nsT bat sna
is given In changa a five dollar bill with:
Remember the person you pay this to,
written on II. A second time he helps the
lady In the black car, and learns that In
Tom and Bessie Wailingham they have
mutual friends. but gains no further hint
senor Poritoi of South America and
senor AIcatrante, minister from the same
country. and some Japs try to get pos
session of the bill. Two of the latter over
STTe oTTs oT ss. and aS ot 6T rSS SRGthes
orme finds the girl of the black car
waiting for him. She also wants the bill
orme tells his story. She recognises one
A second inscription on the bill Is the
key 20 the hiding place OF important pa
pers stolen from her father; Orme
in quest Of the papers. In the university
grounds in Evanston the hiding place Is
located. Maku and another Jap are there
Orme fells Maku and the other Jap os-
folded slip Of paper. He takes the girl
whose name is still unknown to him, 70
the home of friend In Evanston. Re-
gets in conversation with a guard at the
nfe-saving station. They hear motor
boat I'm trouble in the darkness on the
are the Jap With the papers and Girl"
She Jumps into Orme's boat: but the Jap
eiudes pursuit. Orme finds on the paper
he took from Maku the address. "S41 y:
Parker street" He goes there ana nnos
Arima. teacher Of jlu-Jitsu, is on the third
floor. He calls on Ala clairvoyant, on
the fourth floor. descend4 by the nre-
in Arima's room. Alcatrante, Porttol and
the Jap minister enter. Orme nnds the
papers in q drawer. under the table ana
substitutes mining prospectuses for them.
ri m ha
Hcnal importance with time limit Lor
signatures OF that night midnight. The
substitution Is discovered. The girl ap.
pears and leaves again after being told
that the American has the papers. Orme
attempts to get away, is discovered and
set upon by Erima and Maku. He eludes
ciaIrvoyant. Orme escapes during a
seance given by Ala. On the sidewalk
he encounters Alcatrante.. Orme goes to
md Tom Wallingham; Alcatrante hangs
the excitement caused by one OF Aica-
trante's tricks to delay Orme. the latter
sees the girl and follows her back TO
waIlingham's office. He and the girl are
locked in a giant specimen refrigerator
They confess their love ana when they
orms breaks the Thermometer coils and
attracts the attention OF a late-going
clerk They are liberated,
Alcatrante is on watch. They get away
in q hired motor car to Evanston. The
chauffeur turns out to be Maku. He runs
them TO a quiet spot where they meet
another motor. Orme pretends to conceal
the papers under the seat. but drops them
IN the road. Orme fights Arima, Maku
and two other Japs.
A policeman intervenes. The girl drives
away in one car with what Orme deceives
her into thinking are the real papers.
Arma finds the real papers, eludes the
policeman and drives away in another
car. Orme. unnotIced. climbs in behind.
throttIes the Jap, RECEIVERS the stolen
papers and goes to Arradale. Bessie Wal
bingham introduces him to the club mem
beFS and the Japanese minister.
The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1911-04-20

stepped to the ground, concealing him
self among the trees that lined the
drive.
The buggy proceeded slowly. orme
followed afoot, on a parallel course,
keeping well back among the trees.
At a certain point, after the buggy
passed, figure stepped out into the
drive. and stood looking after 1t. From
his build and the peculiar agility Of
his motions, he was recognized as
Maku. Orme hunted about till he
found a bush from which he could
quietly break a wand about six feet
long. Stripping 1t Of leaves, he
fastened the veil to one end Of 1t and
tiptoed toward the drive.
The Japanese was still looking aft
er the buggy, which had drawn up be-
fore the house.
Suddenly, out Of the darkness Q
sinuous gray form came floating to-
ward him. 1t wavered, advanced.
halted, then seemed to rush. The
seance of the afternoon was fresh In
the mind of the Japanese. With
screams of terror, he turned and fed
down the drive, while Orme, removing
the veil from the stick, moved on to-
ward the house. Madam Alias game
certainly was ASectivs in dealing with
Orientals.
A moment later Orme anc Bessie
had crossed the roomy veranda and
were at the door, while the old man,
still grumbling, swung around the cir
Gle Of the drive and ratified away.
Orme's heart was pounding. When the
servant answered the bell, he drew
back and he did not hear the words
which Bessie spoke in low voice
They were ushered into a wide re-
ception hall, and the servant went to
announce them.
"You wish to see her alone" said
Bessie. Go in there and l will ar
range It,"
He went as she directed, into a lit
tie reception room. and there he wait.
ed while subdued feminine greetings
were exchanged In the hall without
Then, at last, through the doorway
came the gracious. lovely figure of the
girl.
"Oh," she whispered, II knew you
would come, dear-I knew"
He took her hands and drew her
to him. But with a glance at the
doorway she held herself away from
him.
In his delight at seeing her he had
almost forgotten his mission. But now
he remembered.
Il have the papers," he said. taking
them from his pocket.
Il was sure you had them. l was
sure that you would come"
He laid them in her hands. For.
give me, Girl, for fooling you with
that blank contract"
She laughed happily. II didn't look
at 1t until I got home. Then l was
so disappointed that l almost cried
But when l thought 1t over. under
stood. oh, my dear, believed In you
so strongly that even then l went to
my father and told him that the pa
pers were on the way-that they
would be here in time. just simply
knew yoY would come"
Regardless of the open doorway he
clasped her closely, and she buried
her face in his coat with little laugh
that was almost sob. Then, sudden
ly, she left him standing there and.
holding the papers tight, went from
the room.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1911-04-20
CHAPTER XVIII.
The Goal.

The chauffeur was opening the door
of the waiting car. 1t was black car
"a car with strangely familiar lines.
Orme started. Where did that come
from?" he demanded.
Bessie smiled at him. THAT Is my
surprise for you. My very dear friend,
whom you so much desire to see, tele-
phoned me here this evening and
asked me to spend the night with her
instead of returning to Chicago. She
promised to send her car for me. 1t
was long enough coming, goodness
knows, but If it had appeared sooner, l
should have gone before you arrived"
Orme understood. The girl had
telephoned to Bessie while he waited
there on La Sale street. She had
planned a meeting that would satisfy
him with full knowledge of her name
and place And the lateness of the
car in reaching Arradale was unques.
tionably owing to the fact that it had
not set out on its errand until after
the girl, reached home and gave her
CnduHeur the order. Orme welcomed
this evidence that she had got home
safely.
Bessie jumped lightly into the ton
neau, and Orme followed The car
glided from the grounds. Eastward
it went, through the pleasant. rolling
farming country, that was wrapped in
the beauty of the starry night They
crossed bridge over narrow creek.
you would hardly think" said Bes-
sic. that this is so-called north branch
Of the Chicago river
81 would believe anything about that
river" he replied.
She laughed nerVousiy. He knew
that she was suppressing her natural
interest IL the scene she had wit
The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1911-04-20
un In tha Air.

Glenn H. Curtiss was describing IL
New York his fight down the Hud
son.
"The intelligent interest of the pub
lie in my aeroplane and it's operation"
he said. Shows very plainly that pe0
pie nowadays have good general
knowledge of aeronautics. It wasn't
always so. When l think of the stupid
and useless questions about my ma
chine that used to exasperate me to
the point of rudeness. l am reminded
of Smith.
Smith, meeting Jones one day, ex
claimed:
"'Hallo. Jones! You wearing glass
es? What's that for?
Jones, annoyed at the foolishness
of the question. answered irritably:
Corns!"
The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1911-04-20
Well Worth the Effort,

The rind is bitter, but the core Is
sweet The memorizing OF Latin
grammar and the thumbing of Latin
dictionary are the rind. The riches Of
great literature are the core. The
irksome tasks of the school boy and
the collegian are the small price he
pays for something that can be the
recreation Of his mature years, the
constant companion and solace Of old
age, says a writer In the Chicago
Tribune. But the price does not seem
small while it is being paid. The stu
ent who knows only English, an al
most grammarless tongue which has
freed itself from the trammels nf con.
jugations, declensions and gendHrs, 10
appalled, by the intricacies and com.
plexities Of a highly infected Ian.
guage. The enthusiasm with which
he may have begun its study IL likely
to be converted into disgust. But
there could be no greater mistake
than Tor one who has got nearly
through the drudgery to lose the re-
ward by letting all that he has la
boriously learned slip away from him
when he becomes his own master.
The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1911-04-20
THE HAIR WILL SUFFER
Unless the Right Remedy Is Used.

Eczema of the scalp is one Of the
most annoying forms of this wide
spread disease. The sure cure for It
is Resinol ointment A child whose
head was so elcrusted that the hair
was almost obliterated was practical
ly cured in eight days. The scalp was
washed with Resinol soap and theW
Resinol ointment was applied. Resi-
mol stops itching instantly. 1t cures
eczema on any surface OF the body.
Every form Of eruptive skin disease
yields to Resinol ointment. It cures
ringworm, BARRIERS itch, psoriasis,
letter, herpes, erythema, scald head
and other irritating and eruptive skin
diseases. AS a dressing for burns
and scalds Resinol is unequalled. A
Resinol soap shampoo will stop dan
druff and used with Resinol ointment
always facilitates the cure. Resinol
ointment is put up in opal jars in two
sizes, fifty cents and a dollar. At all
druggists. Resinol Chemical Co.,
Baltimore, Md.
The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1911-04-20
Weary Of BOATING.

"Oh, what lovely, quiet spot this
Isl" she exclaimed when they had
reached the summer resort. "Tm SO
glad we came here instead Of going
to the seashore. How peaceful the
lake is. and what a cute little island
that is over there! Get boat, dear,
and let's row over"
"Oh," he replied as he tipped his
chair back and bit of the end OF q
cigar, Il don't feel like rowing Just
now"
you used to be crazy to get me to
go out in boats with you"
Crazy is hardly strong enough
word for It. We were in a boat Sher
you told me you'd be minar