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uncle Lon" Livingston
Much Improved Today

The condition of "Uncle Lon" Liy-
ingstone, for a score of years a strong
character In the lower house Of Con-
gress. where he was a Congressman
from Georgia. Is considerably Improved
today, according to members his
family.
After lunch he greeted old friends
who called.
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NEW YORK, Jan. PA smoking
room, free cigarettes together with
fractions offered by an East Side
dancing hall to attract women patrons.
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big Bill" Barred.

NEW YORK. Jan. 22.-Because big
Bill" Edwards. street cleaning commits
sloner. didn't wear a dress suit, he
wasn't permitted to dine with friends
In the fashionable Ritz-Carlton.
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SPRING ADVERTISING.

A man wanted to raise a lawn.
He watched the tender little sprouts
Of grass pushing up through the sun
warmed soil; he bethought himAe' I
of the morrow. II will need" ne
said to himself. "a roller for my
lawn. That is what all the books
advise. He had seen advertised in
the magazines roller which could
be filled with water to any desired
weight. It suited him. He sent his
money away and the roller was ship
ped him by freight.
Sometime afterward he discovered
that he might have bought the same
thing in his own town for less money
and saved the freight charges. He
didn't buy at home simply because
none Of the local merchants had ad-
vertIsed the fact that they had such
lawn rollers for sale.
II you have anything to sell sea-
sonable for this spring time. adyer-
tise It.
Advertise your garden tools, your
sprinkIers, your rubber hose, your
steel trowels, your hedge trimmers
your insect pumps, your barrows.
your drills, your seeds and plants.
There are approximately s'4l4
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THE TITANIC TAX.

Henry Allen in Wichita Beacon:
Dave Leahy pleads for the retention
of the inheritance tax, because the
state acquired such good slice
from the fortunes of the victims OF
the Titanic. With glee he points to
the many thousands of dollars which
the Kansas treasury has received
from this unparalleled disaster. The
giant iceberg became a partner in
the Kansas law and wrenched from
the drowned nice bit of their es-
tates. 1t causes Dave to chuckle as
he thinks Of the desperate struggle
those men made to live that they
might deprive Dave and his philoso-
piers from possession of money that
never was in Kansas and had never
been subject to taxation. There are
lust as many miles of railway in
Kansas, just as much value to tax
as there was before the shareholders
got between Dawes pet law and the
iceberg.
But the part of the inheritance
which the Beacon cannot defend is
that where the widow and orphaned
minors, after an exemption of $4,000
must be squeezed of part OF their
heritage. Deprived of the daily
earnings Of husband and father, and
in dire need Of every dollar in sight
Dave again- chuckles as he sees the
state gathering in the widows mite
to help along its extravagances.
If the chance of partnership with
gigantic icebergs, earthquakes, pla-
CUES, railroad wrecks and other tre-
mendous disasters, is worth more to
the state than the sustenance OF its
widows and orphans, the law may be
defensible. But why not cling to
the Titanic chuckle and amend the
law so as to spare the widow?
The man who deliberately robs the
widow is called an unmitigated
scoundrel; the state that does 1t can
not afford to chuckle.
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selves and our fortunes to the mercy
of the great deep. May we weather
the storms, may we"
But you know how the boyish
voice rose, gruff with real feeling
and Just what he said. Terribly
real, it was, then-so real that the
faded pages of the treasured essay
evoke not a derisive laugh at the
SNUG complacency of youth, but a
smile of tender recollection for the
sincerity of the little maid who wrote
1t long ago.
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World.
Eat half-past four, everything por-
tended disaster to the allies and vic
tory to the French. To Wellington
lit appeared that the hour of fate
had struck. %, that night or Bluch-
er would comet said he, as he saw
his lines stagger and culver under
the renewed assaults of the French.
The uncertain factor in the conflict
was Blucher and his forty thousand
Prussians. If he should come with
out Grouchy upon his rear then Ma
poleon would be defeated; but If
Grouchy should hold him back or
beat him to the field, then not only
was the allied cause lost in this
bloody work at Waterloo, but the
old Bourbonism of Europe would be
forever exploded and blown away in
smoke. , BY five o'clock there
were rumors of Blucher's coming.
Soon afterwards bugles were heard
/ far to the French right. and the
noise of the approaching army be-
came ominous in the distance. Was
lit Butcher or Grouchy?"
! cit was Butcher. The Prussian
banners shot up in the horizon. With
Napoleon it was now or never. The
hour of his destiny had come. His
sun of Austerlitz hung low in the
western sky. Could he break that
/ British center? Should he not, he
was hopelessly, irretrievably ruined.
None knew it better than he. The
+ fate of Imperial France, which he
had builded with his genius and de-
Tended with his sword, hung trem-
bling in the balance. He called out
four battalions of his veterans, and
then the Old Guard. More than a
hundred times in the last fifteen
years that that Guard been thrown
upon the enemy and never yet re-
lpulsed. 1t deemed itself invincible.
Would this hour add another an
other to its long list of victorious
charges? At a little after seven
O'Clock in the evening just as the
June sun was setting in the horizon
!of fated France, the bugle sounded,
and the finest body of horsemen that
ever careered over the field Of bait
tie started to meet its doom on the
bristIing squares of wellington.
Those grim and fearless horsemen
went to their fate like heroes. The
charge rolled on like an avalanche.
It broke upon the squares. They
reeled under the shock. then reform
ed and stood fast. Round and round
those immovable lines the fierce sol
diers Of the Empire beat with un-
avaiIing courage. Then arose from
the Tvs Of those who witnessed the
desperate struggle the fatal cry, La
Garde reculee. La Garde reculeei"
cit was indeed true. The Old
Guard was repnlsed, broken ruined.
vainly did Marshal Ney, glorious in
his impetuous despair; attempt to
stay the tide OF destruction. Five
horses had been shot under him. He
was on foot with the common sol
diers. His hat was gone. He vas
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This is the open season TOT srau-
uating essays. Each spring sees
procession OF white-frocked girls and
1tiff-collared, black-coated boys
stretching from way down East
through Pennsylvania coal towns ana
Kansas wheat fields to CALIFORNIA;
sea coast, all bearing in their hands
rolls of white manuscript in which
are recorded their dearest thoughts
on every possible phase of existence,
mast and present. Do the girls still
tie their neatly written pages with
baby blue or oyster white ribbon in
keeping with the innocuous senti-
ments they guard? And are the
more business-like mss. of the boys
still occupied with civilization in Its
Hottest aspects?
Well may the inquirer ask these
seemingly unnecessary questions. For
rumor has It that In the changing,
shifting, uncertainty of modern edu-
cation, 10! that honored convention
Of our forefather's days-the grad
uating ESSAYS bound to disappear.
Soon will 1t decline, and "the place
thereof shall know 1t no more" Toss
ID into the discard, to speak in the
syernacular, with such other relics as
che multiplication table and Friday
afternoons speaking Of pieces. Well,
s'the old order changeth, giving place
TO new" and education truly fulfills
itself in many ways. Perhaps the
cherished literary effort Of the high
school student has performed its mis-
slon and is doomed to the dust heap.
Colleges; except for those OF fresh
water type, have waved 1t farewell
long since. The advanced high school
has followed suit. But the average
public school In the small town and
the west, with veneration for ora
aorIcal effort that tolerates elocu-
don and defamation, still furnishes
soil for the nourishment of this stur-
dy blossom Of the pedagogical tree.
How many Of us would have miss
cd the proudest moments OF our lives
had we been forbidden to gladden.
the hearts of teachers and parents
by reading on the platform of the
Y. M. @. A. or the town hall or per-
Aaps from the rostrum Of the county
courthouse, the result of many hours
OF early literary effort! N
when Graduation Meant Something
Graduation was something more
than a sartorial triumph to her who
had an essay to read. Now the frivo-
lous product of an up to date school
is chiefly concerned with the hang
OF her skirt or the BET of her trim
pumps. There was time there when
damsels yearned to convert an aud
fence to belief in the spiritual sig
nificance Of owen Meredith's "Lu-
ciIle,' while clarion-tongued and cal
low orators pleaded the cause OF
Democracy and Moral Uplift.
Packed away in a Undiscovered boz
Of memorabilia there lies roll OF
following paper, tied with crumplsd
ribbon. It's title is ''Tennyson's Hero
Ines" 1t is yours. Did you once SIT
mp late through warm spring even
Ings. an open Tennyson before your
tired eyes, culling, quoting, dream
ing, Fastening to write while the
upIrit moved half asleep, yet under
the spell Of the poet who wrote Of
Caerleon and clustered camelot, q
spell as potent as that made up o.
vivien's woven PAGES and waving
.armsf'' Perhaps Rosalind and Bea'
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The Battle Of Waterloo
BY John Clark Ridpath

covered with dust and blood; but
his grim face was set against the
enemy, and with sword in hand he
attempted to rally his shattered lines,
The English, now inspired by the
hope of almost certain victory, threw
forward their lines, and the Prussian
army rushed in from the right. MAJ
poleon threw q single regiment or
the Guard into square, and strove
to rally the fugitives around this
nucleus of resistance. The al-
lies bore down upon it, and number
less batteries. were open on this last
heroic band of the defenders OF the
glory of France. There they stood.
Surrender, brave Frenchmen' cried
an English officer, dashing up with
flag and struck with admiration
at the dauntless lines which had
planted themselves before the vic
torious allies for no other purpose
than to reach glorious death. The
Old Guard dies but never surren-
ders' was the defiant answers
."From Ridpath's History of the
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more things which ought to be adysr-
tised now. People are buying spring
things now. Show them that you are
there with the goods"-and des-
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fellows. instead. Maybe Di Vernon
and Jeanne Deans and Ellen Douglas
filled the world of fancy, with brave
deeds. and fair romance. No matter.
1t was real world in which you
wrought. And whether the thought
was borrowed or the phraseology
stilted, you have been the richer for
the hours spent in producing the
crude theme whose immaturity and
naivete are revealed in-the precious,
faded manuscript.
Sentiment was not a thing to be
stifled in the days when a graduate
ing essay was the proudest achieve
ment of school career. Read the
list of chosen subjects in the next
issue of your old home paper and
you will discover that girls still cling
to the strictly feminine, while the
boys are even now engaged in set
Ting affairs Of state and foretelling
the advance of science. ''Woman's In
fluence in the Home" is bound to
be on the list, as is also such topic
as woman in Literature" or "An
Ideal Of Womanhood."
Plight Of One Reformer.
What would the youthful essayist
have done If Joan of Arc. zenobia
Elizabeth of England, and Margaret
Fuller had not lived to furnish ma
terial for her pen? There once was
an enthusiastic and optimistic young
college graduate, filled with proper
scorn Of the hackneyed in maiden
literary efforts, who undertook to
reform the standards of typical
small town high school in the matter
of graduating essays. Bits OF de-
scription, book reviews, short mar
ratives, exposition, and such small
beer were to her synonymous with
ordinary school girl ability, and
within the scope of their experience.
Reluctantly the essays were written,
unenthusiasticall they were read,
and silently did the audience listen
to their reading. But Teacher was
satisfied until an excited, fearful
mother waylaid her in the wings of
the opera house, scene of this his
toric occasion, to say sadly, "Oh, Miss
B., I'm so disappointed about Susie's
essay 1t wasn't bit interesting.
Only a description of old Sam Per-
kin's grist mill down the pike. Why,
last year her cousin had the lovelist
subject. 1t was Mother, Home, and
Heaven'-just the sweetest thing.
Everybody cried over it. l did want
Susie to have something touching
like that"
Mother, Home, Heayen!" That's
the sort Of essay that makes an aud
fence take notice. Hackneyed sub
Jeet matter. bombastic sentences.
mixed metaphors, bathos where pa
thos is intended, what care the rows
of admiring relatives who perspire 10
1.-THE close, fIower-scented atmosphere
Of the crowded hall? It is so sweet,
and Jennie looks so pretty in her
new frock, that tears rise at the
Thought Of what the future may hold
for these sons and daughters harang-
uing with the courage Of Ignorance
an unappreciative world.
And the gown that Jennie wore'
The graduate Of today runs to lin
gerie and embroidery. or. possibly,
to tailored linen as befitting a sew
erely intellectual occasion. Poor
equipment for brilliant social fune-
ton like the graduation Of Jennie
she Of ''Tennyson's Heroines, when
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Growing wheat For Sale.

95 acres of bottom in fine condi-,
ton, one mile to elevator. Inquire
of Rudolph Krenger, phone 1901,
Abilene. 16w4ts
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Buggy, single cultivator, cider
mill, ice cream freezer, household
goods, tools, etc. Mrs. j. B. War
field, 1901 Cedar Street. w1tS
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A crankshaft on $4,000 car will
cost you more to replace than one
on $500 car.
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Author Ridpahs History blood but
World his grim face against the
New-York tribune., 1912-02-04

couldn't tell him-coud /, now,-that ! had Just re-
cmbcrcd all my qualms and crrors at the idea oi me
moment when should have to let him kiss me But
the notion wasn't 50 terrible now after all no; no.
quite the contrary And somehow at the thought htc
thrills seemed to run down my arms and out at my
fngertips like electricity, and felt all warm ana trcn
blv and almost wild as | met Victor's eyes How ana
know it, | don't know; but did know IT., that the
same thought in his head that was IN mine. his
blue eyes went from my eyes TO my lips, then back 10
nv eyes again Oh, how lovely life was IN that moment
Oh dear and lovely life
pUT the moment ended, like all beautiful things. ! ne
- automobile turning in at wide stone gate new
ND a long driveway between rows Of tall, dripping
trees The house long, low, and covered WIN
vines like an English parsonage pretty me next
moment the door opened and an elderly butler came
down the wide steps to meet us. He bowed low TO
me; then addressed Victor in dlscrcetly inaudiDle
tone. -,
aNo!" cried Victor "Jovc, now! That's y'i1 rotten
shame beg your pardon" He turned to me. % haI
do YOU think My poor mother Just had WIRE from
Baltimore from her brother, who's very Ill there
anoplexy, Door old BOY He's very low not expected
tT I1st more than dav or two Poor old BOY m
sorry. I'm sorry, So mother left at once, by the SIX
New-York tribune., 1912-02-04

ger al him the way Ermenrudc used to do at the curac
Victor however seemed more mprcSSionablc than the
clratc. He stared at me in such a strange way and
then a curious thing happened The red crcp up under
his tanned skn-up, up to his forehead. And suddenly
the veins on his temple which had not seen be
fore started out like cords.
"Now he's going to say something. ! said to myself
again "NOw the moment has come that I've been so
afraid Of, Now-now perhaps he's going to kiss me.
But he didn't He turned back to his wheel as be-
fore And for the second time in my life II seemed to
me that had queer, sdelong glance into that living
mystery that half the world carry with thc which Is
known as a womans heart. Ny first glance had been
in the cabin of the Kaiser Wilhelm. when Mrs. Cobb,
speaking TO me Of the now saw before me- had re-
vealcd the longing and the disappointment that tore at
each other in her heart And now Il myself what did
feel, | had looked forward with dsmay. with horror
the time when my future husband should clam
his right to kiss me. But now-be honest, LIl.-when
the moment had come that | thought he was going to,
and then he didn't sudden strange pain shot through
my heart What did it mean, Where was the transtor-
nation and what the miracle!
SUDDENLY he leaned toward me. your veil IS
- coming undone," he said MAY tie It for YOU;
But the carr" | whispered Provokng.-my voice
New-York tribune., 1912-02-04

had failed me in the supidcst way, and could only
whisper. However he did not seem TO notice.
Il drive with one hand, he said. smiling "and tie
the veil with the other am sailor you and the first
examination pass is in tying knots with hand
The veil, heavy with mist whipped my face with cold
streamcrS. But Victors hand, bare and wet touched
my face with a strange kind of warmth What was il ,
the strange, sudden warmth that he carried with him:
Was II that made him different from other human
being had ever known-cvcn my dear papa whom
loved 50; But thlS-a JOY and acute 10 be
almost pam. Every moment more, every moment more
! seemed 10 be caught away in something blind and
golden which filled my soul the fog filled my eyes
The wet StrcamcrS of chiffon licked my face and
wrapped themselves around Victors hand as he tried
bring them into order. The strange thing that
even heard anyone talk that had had such expert
cncc yet it seemed quite plain, from the express
sion OF VictorS eyes that he was feeling just the same
as |. Suddenly remembered Uncle Porthavcns library
and the books had read there; and, according the
habit that have tried make in life forced myself
look for the scientific Truth This is love-, said 10
myself. "This IS not magic, but the simplest thing IN
the world We are falling in love-"
Nictor'S hand, wet with the fog, touched my wet
check; and il seemed 10 that stroking
with folds Of velvet. \ little curl blew out
in foolish way and caught about his finger And-oh,
it seemed TO me that a summer wind was blowing
among the roots Of my har-a warm garden wind,
scented with flowers Oh, strange, strange moment,
Oh. sweet and wicked moment when il seemed 10 me
one instant that the breath drew that Of Queen
and the next instant that Of a slave.
laughed.
"Why DO YOU laugh" asked Victor.
Nothing" answered |. That was a fb for
New-York tribune., 1912-02-04

idea OF grim duty now seemed to me the most natural
pleasant thing in the world And dawncd on me that
if could have picked from the whole world of men for
my husband this whom Fate had already selected
for me was the one that should have chosen.
So he jumped into the beside me- threw the lever
and we were off. The fog closed around us. had
strange, wild sensation, like dropping through air
falling star. "lf getting married is going to be like
this, thought to myself in a confused sort of way,
"then I'm sure needn't have been afraid OF it. after
ALL" Then the thought came to me that this what
had been coaxed to do bribcd do in fact paid to
dO-to sit beside Victor always and share his life for
the rest of my life. All what a farCc Paid 10 do the
thing that pleased me more than anything else had
done in all my life. 1t seemed so ridiculous that
laughed out loud
Victor turned quick as flash. why DO YOU laugh2"
he said, and his eyes Shone into mine
| could not very well tell the truth-now, could |?
So l invented answer. 81 laugh" | said, because
the fog makes tears my aSheS. See So il did not
laugh perhaps you would think was weeping"
please do he begged.
WHAT" | cried. You would be glad then if these
were real tearS?"
"PerhapS," ne answered, and his eyes twinkled with
q kind Of gay mockery that hined, somehow at depths
more serious than the he jcsed about "YeS, who
knows; If | thought that perhaps | might have the
privilege Of driving them"
Nov l said to myself, NOW he's going to say
something"
But he didn't He only went back to his wheel again,
quite grave and busincssLke Then he turned with a
laugh.
i've a confession to make" he said I'm driving
herat hall speed. Somehow can't explain ii; butts
fact-somehow, m in no hurry to get home Are you,"
Your mother will be waiting said shaking my fin