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The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1912-01-06

M'1AHoR aAv1 HIM oN1 1oNa LOOK.
denim yourself too hafshly, as did
Forgive me-" II,
Then she added, DO you care to
wait here? You are welcome" .- -.
III / may" - ..:r4 II. - 49,.
. And Kathleen left her alone. 49,.
Eleanor lay back in her chair. Sub
consciously she took in the details Of
this room-the room Of man who
worked. Mechanically lingering pile
OF unopened letters lying on the desk.
she caught the address OF the one on
top. Z Robert McAdoo'' It. was his
room! Here the big. lonely man. shut
" OF from his fellows. had in anticipa-
ton fought out the battle whose issue
20 vitality concerned his fellows. Here
perhaps. with hatred and contempt.
he had thought Of her. Here she saw
the telephone he had beaten down his
pride and humbled himself before her
: whose idle. selfish vanity had brought
such sorrow to him. And now he
must die. 8.s5s 5t..
h Al. no." her heart protested. 1T
cant be true. He was SO strong! He
will beat back death. 40 he has beaten
al his enemies. He will not die!y y
And the faith was justified The
force bad further uss for Robert Me-
Adoo. ~ i.$stsz
B. lro s. CON III /.
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CHAPTER XIII.

THE VALLEY or THE SHADOW.
N the days that followed. while Bob
! McAdoo lay battling with death,
his city learned what a hold he
had taken on its heart. Perhaps
In it's newly discovered love it unduly
magn1fed his finer qualities. Perhaps
1t too generously overlooked: the SIMS
ter episodes in his career. His death
had suddenly come to mean an ire
parable loss, his recovery the thing
most to be desired.
The newspapers daily gave minute
reports of the progress of the disease.
In the street cars men read first the
account from his sickroom. 1t was the
first question they asked each other
when they met in street and corridor.
what is the latest word from Nc
Adoo2" And when the discouraging
word was spoken they shook their
heads gravely. Prayers for his recov-
cry were offered in the churches. As
his condition grew worse the news
papers-even those owned by Ills en-
emies-hung out hourly bulletins. Be-
fore these bulletins gathered great SOL
emn crowds.
There came day when the news
offered no hope. He had suffered two
hemorrhages in quick succession. His
temperature had fallen far below nor
NAL. His heart was almost pulseless.
Life was barely. Pickering. he could
live but few hours, read the doctors
bulletins. Before the newspaper Of
fees the great crowds waited silently,
stopping traffic in the streets, forget
ting hunger, sadly waiting for the end.
That night a woman who had brav.
ed the dark streets alone and on foot
tapped lightly at the door Of McAdoo's
home and asked to see Miss Finn.
Looking across the hall into the H.
: brary, the visitor saw strange group
John Dunmeade. governor of the
state; Patrick Finn. ex-policeman. and
Tom Haggfn. ex-pugilist. and saloon
keeper-sitting silent together: in a
common grief. 49,. =.
There was a rustic Of skirts along
the hall. and then not Kathleen. but
Mrs Dunmeade. entered the parlor.
She looked at the visitor in amaze.
ment.
: Eleanor. dear!' .l..>
"Katherine!'. ,,:r X: .~
And the two women were in each
others arms. +, :..A2 ~, i Z. y. i:
" rs he Eleanor began: She could
not complete the question. i. :.
The doctors say So, Mrs. Dun
meade answered quietly. ~ s: ST. -. a.
Eleanor disengaged herself from the
embrace @..*... ,.<-.. -.
Gan see Kathleen Finn min
utter" n. p: 4, .@s;;.. 4.
Mrs. Dunmeade shook her head. II
fear not Eleanor. She is with him.
And they are expecting any minute
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CHAPTER XXI.
sANGER's CARD.

T0HE big anteroom Of the Repub-
lican headquarters was filed
by an excited noisy crowd-it
was the afternoon before elec-
ton day. No one seemed able to stand
In one spot for two consecutive min.
utes; no one thought of sitting,
"Sure to win; it's cinch.' 'Ten to
three McAdoo wins is best Odds" ''They
say Harland's thrown up the SPONGE"
"Old mans sick. I hear" "Twenti-
eth III go for Harland, though"
"Sick nothin'! Couldn't kill McAdoo
with dynamite THE Fourth III make
the Twentieth look like thirty cents
when the majorities come in "Tom
Haggin told me so himself" give to
ten he wins by more than 10000"
Late in the afternoon a bomb was
exploded in the midst Of the crowd.
A man, GREATNESS and red faced,
= burst into the room. He rushed to the
group nearest the door.
III. 'Remington's thrown McAdoo down."
I, he shouted hoarsely. T..
s. Jaw, go :on?' was the derisive an
swer. H.. :: ~.s..f
# II tell you :: =
"Chronicle! Extry! Great s'nsashun!
All bout Remington's exposher!"
A strident voiced newsboy ran into
HnoQm. waving paper around his
Hheau. Great red letters flared on the
<Bheet. There was an instant scramble
to reach him. men showing one an
other and snatching the papers that
Others paid for. The news once read.
papers fell from nervelessz hands Men
stared at one another with scared, un.
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There was a rustic as the men in the
crowd changed their attitudes stimy.
Then some one laughed unpleasantly.
Don't another rebuked him com
plain1ngly-'don't laugh. I. feel like
I'd just seen a man hung"
Haggin and the young man leaned
forward anxiOusly. ready to catch Bob
II the jolting of the carriage should
throw him off balance. When they
were halfway home Haggin ordered
the driver to stop:
''Gtt out" he commanded the young
man, IAN phone fer a doctor to be at
his house! Quick! SeeY'
When the carriage resumed its jour-
. ney the old saloon keeper took a seat
beside Bob and awkwardly put a
steadying arm around his nege's shout
ders. He noticed that Bob's lips were
moving.
"What is it" Hagg1n inquired. bend,
ing over. II can't hear ye. Bob.
Can't ye speak louder?'''
Bob's eyes opened slowly. He stared
at his companion unrecognizingly. He
began to mutter. Haggin could catch
only snatches Of it. Delirium: had
gripped Bob. -: 49,
Its the face Of the. little newsie. l
can't get it out. OF my. sight. They'll
beat me in the end. The miracle won't
come, Kathleen. Beaten by a woman.
I'll get out Of. your way. tell you.
have nothing to say. You've said it
all, Paul. This is the end"
.Haggin blasphemed tearfully to the
driver. Cant you drive faster?''
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...lu !. Mrs i. l,',ulLlini,lmsad e


III ask her, s..lq & ii Is Dunmsade
~ a few minutes later Kathleen Finn
entered new Kathleen, " hose face
was hard and stern. She looked at
Eleanor coldly. 81 .s..,: j. ! . 4
: Before Kathleen's contempt Flea.
nor's eyes quailed But quickly she
raised them again. ...@- ~. ..5e
- Miss Finn she said. speaking
haltingly. Il won't keep You long. s.
came--it's about that afidavit I
want to say It was all my fault. :. 1t
was my brothers scheme. Il didn't
know about it until it was too late:
But it would never have been done If
I hadn't drst tempted Paul to leave
HIM. And, Il .wanted-to say this. |
can't to him, but you're nearest to him
And l-can't you see?-1 had to make
my acknowledgment before: She
stopped. looking pleadingly at Kath-
leen. III, .zffr.: =. -
I'VE knew it." Kathleen said. still
coldly. cruelty putting a slight en-
phasis on the I'VE"
Eleanor began again, miserably. 81
didn't know what my: brother was
scheming. And did it thoughtlessly,
though that's no excuse: 1t. was ut
terly contemplate. When, ! found out
Saturday night: tried to warn
Mr.-him-pver the telephone, but he
wouldn't listen. And Monday tried
to dissuade Paul from doing it, but it
was too late. was so helpless-so
helpless. But that doesn't excuse me,
either. l don't expect you to forgive
me. He couldn't. l can't forgive my.
self. But l had to tell you that I. know
what I did and that all my life shall
have my punishment Tits all I can
do. Thank you for listening to me.
And don't let me- keep you from him"
Kathleen's. face was not cold now.
She took a step forward and looked:
closely into the younger .woman's eyes.
"You-must care something for
she pointed upward "for him or you
couldn't have come"
A sob was the only answer. =.
''You poor girl!' she murmured and
drew Eleanor to her. And on Kath-
leen's shoulder the young woman wept
softly.
Soon Kathleen said. Would you like
to see him?"
YES" +:
Together they went upstairs to the
room where Bob McAdoo faced death.
Eleanor knew that she would remem.
Der the scene always-for her punish
ment, she thought. A folded newspa-
per had been stuck in the chandelier
to shade the face of the patient. The
shadow accentuated the waxen pallor
of his face. His head was shaven, a
rough beard had grown out. the pinch
ed features were big and bony and
ugly. He might have been already
dead. so mohonless was he.
Eleanor gave him one long look.
She could not repress sob. The doc
tor at the bedside looked up with a
frown. Then she turned away and
crept bllndly from the room. Kath-
leen compassionately.. followed her.
Eleanor sank into a chair and sobbed
:unrestra1nedly. :, -. ::
TITS .:horribler' Sue moaned. HE
was so strongv' + ::
my poor girl" Kathleen murmured
soothingly. ~:
Eleanor looked up wanly. why are
you SO kind to me when I have de-
served so lttle?'
Because" Kathleen answered soft
IL '>stY fhinEr I ,,nAorSto :Vn,, ooo
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BY HENRY RUSSELL Mil

CONTINUED.
The music of the string band and
the voices Of the other diners receded.
he lost sense even of the presence of
the woman before him. he felt mis-
erably alone. Life had, dealt hardly
by him, he thought bitterly. There
was no hint of self blame in his bitter
ness. His heart contracted in spasm
Of exquisite sorrow. Tears of self pity
stood in his eyes. :.
1.-THE end Of the dream!' he sighed.
ut was too good to be true. Nothing
remains but a memory-the deathless
memory of what might have BEEN"
Even in his bitterness be could turn
his pretty phrase.
Tears were in her eyes too. you'll
forget. I'm not worth even a men,
ory."
She could with difficulty preserve
tho steadlness of her voice as she
spoke.
Il have no right to ask you any
thing. haven't been fair with you.
But I am fair with you now-1'm try
Ing to atone for my selfshness-when
say go back to him and forget me-
You are all he cares for, and he is far
more worthy Of your love than am.
You will find your true happiness
working with him and John Dun
meade. And IL will go away where
you can both forget me and can no
longer stand between you. l, not he,
have been the marplot.'
tits too late" be said listlessly. HE
and have parted forever"
ut is never too late to atone for a
fault. Be generous to me. If not to
him." she pleaded anxiously.
The quality of his smile changed.
ITO you? What is he to your"
HE is man who despises me-
JUSTLY" she answered steadily. HE
IS man whom my brother is cruelty
seeking to destroy and to whom l
have carelessly. selfshly. done the
greatest injury one can do to another
Paul, know how my brother is tempt
ing you. You will not do what he
wants; please say you will not. See,
I'm putting aside my woman's pride
to plead for a man who hates me. Be-;
cause if you do what Henry wants i
must always feel that the crime is
mine''
It's too late: It's donev'
"Paulr'
A man at the next table turned
81 or,o1x o,sr
He looked away again quickly. The
cry pierced even Pauls self pity. He
saw her face go death white; a piteous,
stricken look crept into her eyes. An
unbelievable. stunning thought stirred
In his heart.
do you mean that you
The sadly beautiful picture faded.
The pity of self-of the man upon
whom circumstances had played so
hardly-died He saw his deed in all
its shamefulness, its nakedness of de-
tense. The sense of unreality fell
from him. He saw the misery he had
wrought
"What have I done?'
''What have we done?"
Mechanically he fumbled for q bill
and threw 1t on the table. He rose
from his seat. AS mechanically she
followed him out of the restaurant
into the street.
He gave her one long look, in which
she saw written all his shame; then,
without a word, he turned and left her.
She watched him until his figure was
lost in the crowd.
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81 Bob started. He looked ut Haggin
with puzzled, childish frown. .5#:
.$ .Eh. Tom? came to SEQ you about:
something. l forget what. It was
something I'm always forgetting to-
day. Tom, let Macpherson 60 to
thunder, and you and I'll go home"
-Haggin took one Of Bob's arms. the
earnest young man caught the other.
Together they half led, half support
ed = him to the carriage. Then they
got in with him and drove away.
The Prescott daily news., 1912-04-22

his fingers, whats the latest New York paper?"
 Last Satday's."
 "Six days old? I read that before 1 left New York. We'll, give me that Salt Lake paper. It has yesterdays stock market, l suppose"
 Yes, sir" He passed over the sheet and made change, without abat- ing his monody: Papers, gents. Yes! No? Salt Lake pa"
 "Whash latesh from Chicago?" said Wellington.
 Mondays"
 T read that before-that breakfast began" laughed Little Jimmie. Well. give me Salt Lake Bazoo. It has bashe. ball news, s'pose"
 Yes, sir" the butcher answered. and his tone grew reverent as he said: "The Giants won. Mir. Mattyson was pitching. Papers, gents, all the latest papers, magazines, periodicals ''
 Wedgewood extended languid hand: What's the latest issue of the London Times?"
 Never heard of it."
 Wedgewood almost tainted, and re- turned to his Baedeker of the United States.
 pr. Temple summoned the lad: ''l
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don't suppose you have the ip'''' Eagle?" ,., o,
 The butcher regarded him wlsn p' and sniffed: "I carry newspap'' poultry" ..v
 Well, give me the" ,"s ns ..' pink weekly of rather pictures.Vs.s..s .s..st peararre. and the adventure s'a' M n him. T'u take this-also .uv s,, look" He folded the pink ~.. .~ \ green, and entered into I'M n startling world--a sort or Jou'
 Give me any old thing" sas sa,' ,o s lory, and flung open an osuv1 ,ns u.l nal till he found the spof'ups, "p, ,c where his eyes brightenea,. .vson m a ten-inning gamel Ma''
 the boxl" =, r,t,
 "Matt,e is most intellecksna,, ,,n'r, p,,' CT in the world" said Li'us aored and then everybody disappsa'1ssu sa hut hind paper ramparts. while .as .u' DOT, CT fingered to explain to tnS the details of the great even-
 1To be Continued
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CHAPTER XxtV.
The Train Butcher.

Mallory was dragging out a miser- able existence with a companion who was neither maid, wife nor widow and to whom he was neither bachelor. husband, nor relict.
 They were suffering brain-fag from their one topic of conversation, and heart-fag from rapture deferred. Mar 1orie had pretended to take a nap and Mallory had fretended that he would leave her for her own sake Their contradictory chains were be ginning to gall.
 Mallory sat in the smoking room and threw aside a half-finished cigar Life was indeed nauseous when to- bacco turned rank on his lips. He watched without interest the stupen- dous scenery whirling past the train; granite ravines, internal grotesques or architecture and diablerie, the Giants Teapot, the Devils Slide, the Pulpit Rock, the Hanging Rock, splashes of mineral color, as if titanic paint pots had been spilled or flung against the cliffs, sudden hushes of green pine-worlds. dreary graveyards of sand end sagebrush, mountain streams in frothing panics.
 His jaded soul could not respond to any of these thrillers, the dimenov- els and melodramatic third-acts of na- ture. But with the arrival of a train boy. who had got on at Evanston with a batch of Salt Lake City newspa. pers, he woke little.
 The other men came trooping round, like sheep at a herd.boy's whistle or chickens when a pan of grain is brought into the yard. The train butcher" had a nasal sing-song. but his strain might have been the Pied Piper's tune emptying Hamelin of It's grown-ups. The charms of fir tation. matrimonial bliss and fem mine beauty were forgotten, and the males f1ocked to the delights of stock market reports, political or racing or dramatic or sporting or criminal news. Even Ashton braved the eyes of his fellow men for the luxury of burying his nose in fresh paper.
 Papers, gents? Yes? No?" the train butcher chanted. Salt Lake pa pers, Ogden papers, all the latest pa- pers, comic papers, magazines, pe- riodicals"
 Here, boy" said Ashton. snapping
The Prescott daily news., 1912-04-22

form and held the door fast, expect ing to be lynched.
 But Ashton dashed away in search of concealment and soap.
 The porter remained on the plat form for some time, planning to leap overheard and take his chances rather than fall into Ashton's hands, but at length, finding himself unpursued, he peered into the car and, seeing that Ashton had gone, he returned to his duties. He kept close watch on Ashton, but on soberer thoughts Ash would best be consigned to silence and oblivion. But for all the rest of that day he kept rubbing his lips with his handkerchief
 The porter, noting that the train had swept into a granite gorge like an enormously magnified aisle in a made-up sleeping car, recognized the presence of Echo Canyon, and with it the entrance into Utah. He hastened to impart the tidings to MT. F'osdick and held out his hand as he extended the information.
 Fosdick could hardly believe that his twelve-hundred-mil exile was over.
 Were in Utah?" he exclaimed.
 "Yassah," and the porter showed his palm into view. Fosdick filled it with all his loose change, then whirled to his wife and cried:
 Edith! We are in Utah now! Elm brace mel"
 She flung herself into his arms with gurgle of bliss. The other passen- gers gasped with amazement. This sort of thing was permissible enough In tunnel, but in the full light of day!
 Fosdick, noting the sensation he had created, waved his hand reas- suringly and called across his wifes shoulder:
 Don't be alarmed, ladies and gen. tlemen. She's my wife!" He added in whisper meant for her ear alone: At least till we get to Nevada!"
 Then she whispered something in his ear and they hurried from the car. They left behind them a bewilder- ment that eclipsed the wonder of the Mallories. That couple spoke to each other at least during the day time. Here was a married pair that did not speak at all for two days and two nights and then made a sudden and public rush to each others arms!
 Dr. Temple summed up the general feeling when he said:
 T don't believe inswitchcs, but if 1 did. I'd believe that this train is be- witched"
 Later he decided that Fosdick was a Mormon elder and that Mrs. Fosdick was probably a twelfth or thirteenth spouse he was smuggling in from the east. The theory was not entirely false, for Fosdick was one of the many victims of the crazy-quilt of American divorce codes, though he was the most unwilling of polygamists. And Dr. Temple gave up his theory in despair the next morning when he found the Fosdicks still on the train. and once more keeping aloof from each other
The Big Sandy news. [volume] (Louisa, Ky.) 1885-1929, 1912-10-04
ENGENE, W. VA.

Miss Emma White and Georgia
Brainard were visiting Miss Ollie
vinson Sunday.
w. ]. Runion called on Miss
Roxie Chaffin Saturday.
l.. H. Atkins left Sunday for
Cincinnati. will return soon.
John and Harry -Newsom we're
visiting here Sunday.
Sorghum making will soon begin.
School is progressing very nice;y
at this place.
Miss Bash Parsley is very Ill.
Mr.. and Mrs. l.. H. Atkins gave a
bean stringing last week, and Il
ended in a swinging game and Mr.
Atkins was very fond of swinging
the old maids.
Miss Addfe Blair has been visit
ing at Williamson this week.
Miss Carrie Runyon was visiting
Miss Lille Estep Sunday.
Wayne Chaffin left for Pond
creek Saturday.
Miss Roxie Chaffin went to Logan
w. Va, this week.
James Johnson will leave here
for Kentucky soon.
Sunday school every Sunday at
10 a. m.
Mrs. r. G. Paterson was visiting
Mrs. vinson Sunday afternoon.
w. J. Evans win preach here Sat
urday and Sunday.
Miss Stella Terrell will leave FOL
Portsmouth Monday.
Boyd Terrell. of Williamson Il
with his mother this week.
There was box supper at the
Little Dove school house saturda,
night.
Coons are all the go with this
boys now days.
The farmers are improving fine
on the fodder business.
Master Willie Atkins went to se'
his grandfather and mother thil
week.
TWO CHUMs.
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srrKa.

Old Aunt Annie Middangh, whose
illness was mentioned some time
ago, departed this life Sept. 8. Her
bodily suffering was great but when
life was over her spirit was waited
to the great beyond, where there is
no more suffering and where all
tears are wiped away and Christ
makes all things new. Her sister
Mrs. j. II. Daniel, Of Ashland, her
son, Jack Middaugh. of Pollard and
her niece Mrs. Miranda Childers, of
Thelma were at her bedside when
death came. Her body was Inferred
in the Stambaugh grave yard at
sitka, Ky. She was 81 years old
Miss Grace vanhoose. who has
been suffering with pneumonia, is
improving.
Miss Josie and Ambrosia Mid
daugh attended the funeral of their
grandmother. Mrs Annie Middaugh
Mr0and Mrs. Ed Preston, OF Thel-
ma visited their uncle, J. h. Van
hoose Saturday and Sunday.
B. F. Stambaugh and Miss Sofa
Burchett, OF Stambaugh called to
see Miss Grace vanhoose Sunday
Mrs. Coonie Osborn is very i'll al
this writing.
Miss Lizzie Witten is the victim
OF pneumonia, but is some better.
Bros. T. J. Collins and Farris Van
hoose will hold services at the
Sitka school house Saturday night
and Sunday.
Miss Bessie Crider was the al
day guest Of Lionel Sublett Sunday
Mrs. Suna Sublett returned hons
from Van Lear Tuesday.
Geo. Bailey, of Paintsville. was
calling on Miss Lille Dixon Sunday
There will be box supper al
Sitka school house Saturday even
ing.
VIOLET.
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PLEASANT RIDGE.


Mrs. John Prince and daughter
Molly, Of Dry Ridge were business
visitors here last week.
Miss Gee Hutchinson visited her
sister. Mrs. Cora Pigg. Monday.
Mrs. Sam Ferill and little daugh-
ter spent Saturday and Sunday with
her daughter, Mrs. Nora Penning-
ton, of Gladys.
Mrs. Georgia Roberts and Miss
Maud Garrison. of Little Blaine
were here Monday.
Miss Bessie Clarkson visited her
cousin, Miss Inez Wellman Sunday.
r. T. May was q business visitor
in Louisa Monday.
Dave Adams. of Little Blaine pass
ed through here Saturday enroute
to Fallsburg.
John Berry. of Yatesville, visited
w. NJ. Berry and family Sunday.
v. R. Pigg is visiting his sister,
Mrs. Lum Hays, of Cando this
week.
Mrs. Dove Bradley visited her
parents. Mr.. and Mrs. Harye Burch-
EFT, of Deep Hole last week.
NoBODYS DARLING.
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OBITUARY.

Death visited our neighborhood
on last Monday night and claimed
for its victim Aunt Caroline Jones,
widow of Charley w. Jones who
preceded her to the glory land four
years ago. Her illness was of long
duration which she bore with much
patience. She was good mother, a
good neighl1er and viii be missed
by her m4ny friends. One week
prior to her death she told me of
her conversion. back many years
ago in Gallia county, Ohio and that
she had lived a devoted life. She
leaves two children, 16 grandchIl-
dren and many friends to mour her
demise, but thank God our loss Is
Heavens gain and we are blesset
with hope that If we live as she
lived we will meet her in Heaven.
Her funeral was preached by Rev.
r. H. Cassidy, after which she was
taken to the CARED Short grave
yard and laid to rest by the side OF
her husband.
NANCY HARTMAN.