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The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-03-06

The woman stirred as IL awakening
from stupor; her glance was yelled
and cunning as she asked: "And the
kid-what of him."
I'm going to send him away-he'll
never know. I'll have him educated
and made into a gentleman Every
thing ] have will go to him some day.
He-he's all The child I've got, God
help mel" HIS voice broke at that
and his strong face worked with emo
ton.
But the woman laughed. Him,
too, you're going to take?"
"Yes!"
"And what of me?"
Your allowance will go on just the
same and
But at that she was on her feet
again, flushed and raging. Money.
Money! Money!" she cried; damn
your money! It's all you think of us.
You use us and then you throw us
aside as dog leaves a gnawed bone.
And you go on with your position
and your honor. But let me tell you,
it doesn't work! We all got to paw.
You as well as me. We all got to
share!"
"You-you, and you can throw me
OFF like this and try to take my boy.
Listen to mei"-her voice went so
low as to be almost a whisper. IF
you do as you say, If you take the
boy, I'll go up there"-she pointed to
the village-'in front of the hotel, and
III say, Ezra Benton's child is my
child and he took him away from me
because he was afraid it would be
found out I'll go to the church and
I'll climb up beside the minister and
I'll cry, Ezra Benton's child is my
child and he's robbed me of him be.
cause he's afraid you--you, all of you
will hear of his SIM"
The mans face grew as wild as her
own. The veins on his forehead
swelled SO that they were like blue
steel wires He shouted something
inartieulate and gasping, and ad-
vanced upon her with working lips
and fingers. But suddenly he saw her
stiffen and her finger pointed. She
whispered: There - there he is.
There's Little Boy"
The mans eyes followed the diree-
ton of her fingers, There stood the
small, terrified figure of the child,
looking at them both with wondering
fright. Before the boys gaze, the
man covered his face with his hands,
and, hatless, flung himself out the
door.
The next day Ezra Benton sat at
his desk in the bank on Main Street.
The long. sleepless night had laid its
haggard marks upon his eyes and lips,
but otherwise he appeared the strong,
successful man that Pont du Lac
boosted of. A clerk came to the door
to announce Miss Short and Miss Ian.
sing. teachers from the high school.
Ezra Benton nodded, and the two
women came futtering in. Miss Ian
sing spoke in high, nervous tones:
We've come to ask you, Mr.. Ben
ton, If you won't make speech to
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-03-06

faint light now appeared before
him. 1t guided him to dilapidated
little house which marked the foot o.
the hill where the road branches to
Mersey and to Graniteville.
Ezra lifted the knocker and let Ii
fall with crash that tore through
the silence. Rose opened the door al
most Immediately. Her black hair
hung loose around her shoulders and
the comb she had been using was still
in her hand.
I'D given you up for the night" she
said sullenly, but that's nothing.
You're getting sick of this place, it
seems"
The man did not answer. He was
beginning to realize how hard it would
be to tell her. 1t would have to be
done carefully. Hers was temper
that matched his own. So he allowed
her to remove his hat and overcoat
while he stood before the fire. his
hands over the blaze.
Rose, do you think"-he gave her
a quick, uneasy glance-"do-do you
think 1t is too late to see Little Boy
tonight"
The woman, who was lifting some
bread and coffee from the cupboard
shelf, swung around. She threw her
hand to her threat and faced him with
smoldering. narrowed eyes. SO that's
what brought you, is it?" she cried.
Its him you come to see-not me. IL
it wasn't for him | don't think you'd
ever come any more at all" She
looked at him wildly; the thought
was terrible to her, and yet, by q
sudden intuition, it came to her
with truth
Would you?" she demanded harsh
Iy, chokingly, and her fingers tore at
the button at her throat as If for more
space in which to breath.
He did not reply.
Would your" she repeated, advanc-
ing close to him so that he could feel
her hot breath on his face. For a
moment, her gaze was directly into
his eyes as if her own in their very
power would draw the truth from
him
He was forced to turn away. He
faltered. moi" he said.
The woman then went old and
broken. The splendid vitality which
marked her face and figure dropped
from her like a discarded garment.
She skunk away from him, and creep
ing across the floor sank into a low
chair and sat regarding him, dull
eyed, passlonless.
For a long time there was silence
while the wind shrieked around the
house, laying tapping fingers on the
door and the windows. Finally, the
man, stung by the woman's misery,
began to plead nervously:
Rose. don't take it that way You
don't know how it's hurting me-this
deception and hypocrisy. It's bound
to be found out sooner or later and
what then?-I, almost think if | was
: free to marry you | would. I want
| to look people in the eyes without the
], fear of seeing that they know-he
e shuddered; his tone gained in strength
Men look up to me and respect me
D I've fought my way to the top and
: I'm going to stay there. My position
is more to me than anything in this
world"
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-03-06

rangements to have him brought up
somewhere else away from him
where no one could know Oh. there
was pain in that thought but Il must
be! And yet how could he leave him
here in this house Of death? How
could he2
Ii seemed TO the man that. for the
first time in his hard. fearless life. he
needed help. He wanted helm. he
prayed for help--and for strength.
Presently, he fell TO his knees beside
the boy. God, he prayed 20 the God
whom he had never known, what
shall I do?"
He continued to gaze at the child.
And suddenly the boy opened his eyes
wide, saw the man, smiled and wills
pered, Papa EZral" Then he fell
back into profound sleep again. But
with a long-drawn, hungry cry, the
man stopped and lifted the child into
his arms. Holding the small, warm
body close to him, he found a shawl
a shawl Of Rose's-and tenderly
wrapped it around Little Boy, who
was still sleeping.
Then walking stealthily, he went
into the other room and gazed down
for a moment on the face of the dead
woman. "Good-by, Rose" he said
softly
Quietly he went out Of the house.
Hallway up the hill, the boy awoke.
Il want mama!" he cried; II want to
stay with mamal"
Hush, boy" whispered the man,
laying his cheek against the child's,
who took comfort and frightened his
hold upon the mans arm.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-03-06

then said hoarsely, "Oh, it's that"
He clutched the child to him convul-
sively. Then he put on his hat and
coat.
He could not go out the front way,
but there was the alley. Carrying the
child, he felt his way down into the
cellar He tried the door that led
into the back lot. But ii was bolted
and he had no key. He put down
Little Boy. wait minute!" he
whispered
Then, with a short run, he thrust
his tremendous shoulders against the
door and il crashed open. He lis
tened, but there was no sound except
a frightened gasp from the child.
So he went out into the alley and
so reached the back lot and then
across the meadow to the creek. Here
he turned TO the right and went along
the muddy bank, climbed over the
fence down by the sawmill and so ar
rived at the road which led to the
house at the foot o. the hill.
1t was ominously quiet as Ezra
pushed open the door and they en-
tered. He put the child down and
hurried into the bedroom.
Rose lay with her face to the wall
and it was not until he spoke that
she turned. Her beautiful, glossy hair
lay waved all over the pillow; the
face il framed seemed whittier and
more lined by contrast with it's vivid
black. She flushed when she saw
Ezra and he thought, as she lay there
so still and thin, with all her coarse
ness, her hardness, gone, that this
was the way she must have looked as
a very young girl.
She reached out one trembling hand
to him. Her voice was faint but per-
fectly clear. Little Boy, give-give
him his supper. In the pantry"
Ezra nodded and went into the
other room. With clumsy haste, he
poured some milk into a glass and
spread some thick slices of bread
with butter Here, Little Boy, is
your supper" he said, in a deep voice.
The child laughed, drew up HIS
chair and began to eat heartily. I'm
awful hungry" he said, smiling up at
the big man beside him.
Ezra returned to the bedroom.
Roses eyes were waiting for him.
She motioned weakly and he came
over and knelt by the bed with her
hand between his. He never knew
how many minutes and hours were
passed in this way. He grew numb
and cramped with pain, yet he was
afraid to move. And he thought Of
the commencement exercises at which
he was expected to read the speech
that lay on his desk at the bank He
wondered what people thought Of his
absence. He wondered if his wife
was there and if Jim Weston, who
alone knew the truth, was also there
Presently, much later in the night
or perhaps early in the morning, Rose
spoke again. Her voice was no longer
clear; the words came with long
pauses between: u're-the-one-
loved" she said. "You-made-
me happy'-a silence, then-"forgiye
me, Ezra" Her voice stopped and.
for a long while, Ezra still knelt be-
side her until at length he looked up.
Then he knew she was dead.
Finally, he went into the other
room. Little Boy was asleep on the
couch. The man stood looking down
7 on him, pulling at his heavy mus
tache. What should he do now? Good
God! what should he do now? He
studied with eager. burning eyes the
face of the child who lay there sleep
ing, his chubby fists doubled, his face
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-03-06

the graduates at the commencement
exercises on the twentieth"
The man did not look at them as
he sat toying with a paper-weight on
his desk. What mockery it was TO
be asked to give advice TO other peo-
pies children-to advise young men
along the straight path-he, of all
men! The hypocrisy of it shamed
and stung him and yet he must play
the gamei But why had they Sc
lected him? He had no children Of
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-03-06

Benton had prepared his speech with
self-loathing 1t spoke of honor, of
the fear of God and of right living.
He imagined himself delivering it
with the eyes of his wife upon him
always her eyes. Then, he pictured
at its end Rose standing in the door
way with Little Boy in her arms.
pointing ar him. not speaking, but
laughing with laughter that would
never cease but that would follow him
all through his life.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-03-06

Ezra Bentons wife was twelve years
older than he. Her small fortune had
given him his start in business and
he acknowledged to himself with the
contempt that came later that it was
her money alone that had prompted
his counting of her He had paid for
it, He caught his breath in deep,
strangling sob and stretched his arms
wide so that the powerful muscles
rose and fell. Yes, he had paid!
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-03-06

MA says you must come. said the
child.
The man shook his head. II would
mean ruin if he should be seen out in
the village with the child now. He
looked out the window; in the street.
the lights were already glimmeTing;
men were returning from work at the
mines; young people were running TO
the post-ofice for the six o'clock mail,
which had just arrived.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-03-06

unhappy eyes into the shadow-lit dark
ness ahead of him. We'll, to-nightll
end it with Rose. But the kid-oh,
my God, must have the kid" The
last words were shouted. The ring of
them frightened him. He stopped TO
listen, but there was no answering
break Of the heavy night silence and
he went on.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-03-06

Rose at the foot o. the hill" the
men folk of Pont du Lac were wont to
say to one another at a certain stage
of the conversation in the wine-shop
of La Rogue, the Kanuck, or over
Jim Vests hospitable bar And the
remark was accompanied with mali
eious winks and disappointing of
their stubbed thumbs, broken and
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-03-06

At the top Of the hill Ezra saw that
the sky was flushed with the coming
of the day. He realized what that
day would bring 20 him. II seemed
to him that an ordeal lay before him
as cruel as walking naked through the
village with his sin burned In fiery
letters in his flesh. He could hear
the hooting and the laughing. He
could feel the cuts Of the stones they
threw. mocking at his shame
But he Rugged the child the closer
and. fiinging back HIS head, facing the
east, he cried aloud: Il don't give a
damn for them all" II was a def
anee. And yet it was more than that.
1t was a greeting from the dawn
within him TO Gods dawn.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-03-06

Ezra Benton turned TO the child
again.
mo, Little Boyle spoke in a
voice tender and soft, that was un-
known to the rest Of the world-"no,
/ can't 60"
Mas sick. She says you'd better
come in time" Little Boy insisted,
looking at him with eyes ignorant of
the meaning of his message.
The man was silent for a moment,
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-03-06

blooming WhatR lovely clay he vast
This clay that could be fashioned into
so many things. What could he make
of him. Ezra wondered. Of this boy
who was his boy-his and the dead
woman's2
But he must leave him! He could
not take him now He might as we'll
stand in the market-place and cry his
sin.
He must leave him, And make ar
The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1912-07-15
sELF.PRoTEcTioN AND
The "OTHER FELLOW"


Dear Miss Grey: came 10 this
city last January, ! met girl
friend and We rented two furnished
rooms. | took In sewing and my
girl friend went TO work for tele-
phone company. As she was learn
Ing. they did not pay her enough 10
keep up her expenses, so | felt IL
my duty 10 help her.
aIn March. she found good place
closer TO her work and went there.
owing me some 81. have asked
her several times In the past two
months II she would pay a little
back. each pay day. which is twice
month. She always says, Next
pay day I can pay YOU" She gets
SIS every two weeks.
My health r. not very good. and
as money Is scarce | find 1t hard TO
make ends meet.
READER IN NEED.
A.-Have an intimate talk with
your friend. and see II there is an
extra drain on her that makes II
impossible for her 10 pay. II there
Is not. tell her kindly that II she
does not make a small payment
each pay day you viii have TO put
II into the hands OF a collector
but be very sure you treat her as
you would like TO be treated.
The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1912-07-15

Many are entertaining guests
from out OF town during the Pot
latch week. Here "a a table deco
ration and menu:
Decorate the center OF the table
with a large. flat bouquet Of mari
Colds bordered with Shasta daisies.
arranged In a large basket or bowl.
set on a mirror Around the edge
OF the table have a frill OF yellow
crepe paper. ~ inches wide. over
this, running from place 10 place,
arrange daisy chains. or white
streamors. Use Potiateh paper
napkins. and az each place have a
The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1912-07-15
Manufacturers fxhibi-
tiOn in Bon MarChe
a Big Success
To Be Continued All Pot.
latch Week With
Added Features.

The Manufacturers exhibit Of the
National Association Of Building
owners and Managers being held
IN the Union street basement Of
The Ron Marche has hecn such a
pronounced success that II has
been decided TO continue it during
potlatch week Many new features
have been added 10 u. making Il
atm more interesting. and the
Mhangdoodle unNrtette has been en-
CARED to give one OF their popular
concerts every afternoon from to
e. The exhibition Is quite free, no
rhargos Of any kind being made.
and visitors to the Potlatch will
find II pleasant place 10 spend an
hour. The entrance is By the Union
rtreet doors OF The Bon Marche.
The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1912-07-15
RASPBERRY
DUMPLINGS

by Mrs. c. J. Bosens, sis GAG.
ley At.
Make n dough OF a quart OF flour
sifted with half teaspoonfui of
salt and two teaspoonfuis OF baking
powder. two tablespooufuis of but.
ter chopped Into bits. and a pint Of
milk.
Roll this dough out and cut into
pieces about five inches square, In
the middle % each OF these squares
put n hesplng Tablespoonful Of
black raspberrics. sprinkle liberal
IL with sugar. and turn over upon
them the four corners Of the dough
square. plnching them together Ia
the middle. Put In the oven and
bake for half an hour
The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1912-07-15
FROZEN RASPBERRY
JUICE.

BY MRS, n. mseehmedt. 1919 t9th NJ.
Mash two quarts OF red raSpber.
ries and cover them with three
heaping eupfuis of granmlatcd
sugar. let this stand in a warm
place for an hour. then press
through a cheese cloth bag or a
vegetable press 20 extract all the
Juice. To this add the Juice Of
three lemons and Of ono orange.
and two quarts of cold water Stir
we'll together and freeze Some
persons put spoonful of whipped
cream upon each glass og this ice
The contrast OF the white with the
pink Is very pretty.
The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1912-07-15
Letters to Cynthia Grey
WHAT WOULD CYNTHIA DO " SHE
WERE ENGAGED TO FiFrEEN-YEARolof


Grey: s - old and engaged to boy d.
He on W.
We planned but mothers found out arc
each ether al all " mas
been other and Miss Grey KNOW
longer for ove him 30 dearly Ana Nn0" Nv
lo~e m WE'LL ,...,a
New do in my placer Would
alto lonesome here know "ouio
discovered our plans for my NOM
81 ~as 'D.s' w 80 -. Ms. c,.s
feel dear but " ISN'T eueon " wa
- for didn't kgow much then me pom. - &
WITHOUT your
must have witness VINO
we'll order TO get LICENSE no yo'
viii no, beqn feeling that you are
mott married a. -. Mi,
NO the window for II won't DO one o..
Be while longer ana keep ne ooy
friend until you married In the right way
not the oank UNIV ne ~
aoe-and meat vegetables and come very high
The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1912-07-15
Sews Buttons
on Friends Pants
on Election Bet

EATON. Colo. July i5.-"S shorty
Hughes began sewing buttons on
the pants OF William Mccarthy at
7 o'clock at night and continued his
tailoring work until II was too dark
10 see. His operations we're the re-
suit OF an election bet, and Hughes
had TO ST on the steps OF the
Eaton National bank while an Inn
menBe crowd laughed al his dis
comfort
The bet was over the republican
nomination for president.
The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1912-07-15

Don't "coddle" your baby. The
average baby IL more nearly nor
NAL IN resisting powers than the
average adult. So don't be afraid
10 give the baby it's daily launt out
doors, even II the weather ~ nip
ping. The baby that hasn't been
baked by oyerheating and stunted
by poor ventilation isn't going r
catch cold II properly clad. Baby
can stand Just ms much exposure a.
you cnn--perhaps more.
The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1912-07-15
RASPBERRY COTTAGE
PUDDING.

Rub to a cream tablespoonful
OF butter and scant cupfui OF
sugar. stir IN onetnurth OF q pint
Of cream. three beaten eggs. and
two cunfula OF prepared flour Last
Of all add pint Of red rasnherries.
plcntifully dredged with flour Turn
into n graascd mold aud bake for
one hour. Serve hot with hard
sauce into which has been beaten
the Juice from pint OF red raAp'
berries.
The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1912-07-15
N.Y. FMOritu l@g&cipG
This Tasty Berry.
RASPBERRY CREAM
SPONGE

by Mrs. Geo. Tucker, 142f Belmont
Mash a quart OF red raspberries.
and stir into them a large cupful
OF granulated sugar Soak a half
cupful OF gclatine in a cupful OF
cold water for an hour. Pour upon
the geiatino cnpful OF boiling
water. Stir until the gelaiine II
dissolved, then add the sweetened
berries. Strain all through a mus.
lin bag. pressing hard 10 extract the
Juice. Turn into bowl 70 get cool
When cool. set the bowl Ia an outer
vessel Of cracked ice, and as the
Jelly atiffens. beat into II, by the
spoonful. a pint OF whipped cream.
Beat until soft and very cold. Set
in the Ice TO form. Serve with
sweelcncd cream.
The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1912-07-15
4 tttt 80 ttttt 4
4 BAcKAcHE 4


Baekachc. the quack doctors tell
you. In advertising their nostrums.
means kidney trouble. In reality,
IL generally means nervous exhaus-
ton. Nervous people who work
under great mental strain are
almost sure 10 have more or less
backaehc. It's warning II means
that you are working too hard or
too long. or Under bad conditions
When you get the warning. lot
up. Take Il easy: take more exer.
else; get more fresh air. play more.
Otherwise the backache may deycl.
The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1912-07-15
RASPBERRY ICE.

BY Mrs. \. J. Taylor, b004 CTR Y. ".
Make By mixing one quart OF rcd
raspbervies with one pound Of
sugar. the juice OF an orange and
lemon. letting stand an hour. strain.
Ing. adding quart OF water and
freezing.
The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1912-07-15
! RECIPE FOR PICKING
: a MATE

= - VIZ
ssss sssRs
Dear Mlas Grey;k My parents
have recently moved out OF town.
am left here all alone aud am
boarding with friends ! have been
keeping company With a gentleman
for nearly six months. He IL about
IL years older than myself. and ]
am 81. Now. since We have become
friendly. my parents think no is too
old for me. "A he IL In business
and well educated. do you tipnk |
should give hun up for my parents
on account OF his ageg
GLADYS s. NJ.
A mnn's age cannot be es-
tlmated by the number OF years no
has lived. He may be as young at
SO as you are at 81. II hts age IL
your parents only objection. !
would advise you 10 decide the
question for yourself. ascertain his
deepest and most intimate
thoughts. moods and habits, and
base your decision on them. rather
than any sprlghtllness he may
evince in your company.
The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1912-07-15

totem pole favor Servo the fol.
lowing menu:
potiatch Menu
Tomato Salad a Ia Seattle.
Tillkum Stuffed Eggs.
Poslatch tplmento) Sandwiches
yellow Salmon A Ia Alaska, with
Snow tcrsam dreNsiug).
Picked Cauliflower.
VT Rainier thieachedl Celery
Snohomlsh cussArd.
White Cake. with yellow Frostins
Yellow Cake. with White Frosting
Russian Tyee fteal. with Lemon
Floats.
Orange Ice. Potlatch Candies
The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1912-07-15
RASPBERRY SHRUB.

BY Mira. y. mariua. e22 First av. W,
Pour one quart elder vinegar over
two quarts red raspbcrriea In jar
or crock and let stand three days
Mash and strain. aud 20 each pini
Of Juice add ono pound OF sugar
lioil 20 minutes. SWIMMING well.
Bottle when cold.
The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1912-07-15
How to Restore Youthful Color
Of Your Hair.

There Il no longer any need 81 being
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Science has found a sinpis and easy
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- tho hair Anyone car IRE tbs Queen
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The Queen Gray Hair Heatorer does Us
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