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The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1913-10-16
SCIENTISTS TELL OF THE SEA
Sone Facts Not Generally Known,
= But OF interest to the Man
Who Admires Nature.

4 Not only is the sea the reservoir
INTO which ali rivers run, but it is the
cistern that finally catches all the
rain that falls, not merely upon It's
own surface, but upon the surface OF
the land and upon the roofs of our
houses. 1t has been calculated that
each year q layer of the entire sea
fourteen feet thick is taken up into
the clouds. This vapor is fresh, and.
If ell the water could be removed in
the same way, none of it being re-
turned, there would, it is figured, be
Left a layer of pure salt 230 feet high
on the bed of the Atlantic. These fig
ures are based upon the assumption
that three feet Of water contain one
inch of salt and that the average
depth Of the ocean is three miles.
At a depth of about $500 feet the
temperature is uniform. varying but
little between the poles and the
equator. The colder water is below
III many deep bays the water begins
The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1913-10-16
SYNOPSIS.

sNran arrives at Hamilton Gregorys
horne in Littlebursa but hnds him absent
conducting the, choir at camp meeting.
She repairs thither in search of him.
laughs during the service and is asked tot
aeave. Abbott Ashton, superintendent of
schools, escorts Fran from the tent. He
deeply interested in charity work, and
pillar of the church. Ashton becomes
greatly interested in Fran and while TAX
.nly leave of her. holds her hand and is
seen by Sapphira Clinton. sister of Rob
ert Clinton. chairman of the school board.
Fran tells Gregory she wants home
secretary takes a violent dislike to Fran
and advises her to go away at once.
Fran hints at g. twenty-year-old. secret,
and Gregory in agitation asks Grace to
leave the room. Fran relates the story
Of how Gregory married a young girl at
Springfield while attending college and
then deserted her Fran is the chill child Of
present wife three years before the death
- GRAMS mother Fran takes a liking to
Mrs. Gregory Gregory explains that
ETan rs the daughter of q very dear friend
who is dead. FFan agrees to the story.
@rs Gregory insists on her making her
home with them, and. takes her to her.
arms. Fran declares the secretary must
re. Grace begins nagging tactics in an
effort, 70 drive Fran from the Gregory
home. Abbott, while taking walk alone
at midnight. finds Fran on bridge tell
ing her fortune by cards. She tells Abb
bolt that she is the famous lion tanner.
Fran Nonpareil She tired Of circus life
and sought q home Grace tells of see
ting Fran come home after midnight with
o. man. She guesses part of the story
nnd surprises the rest from Abbott. She
decides to ask Bob Clinton to go to
Springfield to investigate Fran's story.
prnn enlists. Abbott in her battle against
Grace. Fran offers her services to Greg
cry as secretary during the temporary
absence OF Grace The latter, hearing of
Firms purpose. returns and interrupts a
Touching scene between father and
daughter. Fran goes fishing with Mrs.
Gregovy's brother Abbott. whose reten-
ton as Superintendent, is to be. decided
chat day, finds her sitting alone in
buggy He joins her and is discovered by
Clinton and his sister
The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1913-10-16

could not loosen her hold, but he
road keep her hand in his, which was
Just as well. Still, semblance OF
struggling was called for, and that is
why thessound ofaapproaching wheels
was drowned in Laughter.
Here we are!" Fran cried wickedly
.-"Make-Believe World Of Everyday,
End some of it's inhabitants -. -
4 surrey had come down the seldom
used road-had Miss Sapphire fol
lowed Abbott in order to discover him
with Fran? The suspicion was not
Just. but his conscience seemed to
turn coEor-or Was it his face? In fact,
Fran and Abbott were both rather red
caused, possibly, by their struggle
over the whip.
The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1913-10-16
MUSICIAN FIGHTS WOLF PACK
st. Louis Concert Master Is Saved by
Dog That Brings Aid From
wCann

st. Louis.--Lost for twenty-four
hours In north Wisconsin forest on
the shore of Three Lakes, Arno w.
Waechter, concert master OF the St.
Louis Symphony orchestra, was saved
by the sagacity of a water spaniel aft
er he had beaten of a pack of wolves
several times with a club. "The span
lei left me-" he said on his return.
"and went to camp, arousing friends
whom he led to my side"
The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1913-10-16
Ace Six. Arrested rwenty Times.

Racine, Wis-Aged six and arrest
ed twenty times-that is the record
of Richard Tuclovsky, who astounds
criminologists. Most of the offenses
committed by the boy were those of
burglary. but his latest was that of
brandishing huge knife before his
playmates and threatening to 'cut
out your hearts" The boy was sent
to a reform school to remain there
until he is twenty-one.
The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1913-10-16

aAked, and the chiefs, as one man,
cast their spears on the ground
signifying that they we're for peace
While riding away from the scene of
this historic meeting Rhodes is said
to have remarked to his companions:
1T is such things that make life
worth living"
The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1913-10-16
Cruel and Inhuman.

How dare you advertise that you
do painless dentistry?" did hurt
you, miss?" Absolute torture. You
talked. for five minutes at, time when
/ couldn't interrupt. Puck.
The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1913-10-16
The Very Place.

"That poor fellow can't find any
thing to do. He can't make people be-
lieve him and he has no friends"
II should think he could find fine
opening as a baseball umpire"
The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1913-10-16

rs.Winslow's Soothing Syrup for Chtldre
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The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1913-10-16

Nothing equals Deans Mentholated Cough
Drops for Bronchial weakness, sore chests,
and throat troubles-5c at all Druggists.
The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1913-10-16

Stupid people seldom realize that
they are stupid.
The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1913-10-16
Wins Rich Husband.

A pretty girl, bit of banana peel.
a gallant young man TO the rescue, and
The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1913-10-16

The annual electric dry battery pro-
duction of the United States has pass
ed the $10,000,000 mark.
The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1913-10-16

(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-17
FULL SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS

NANIEL o'NEILL4
eadom
hope that
OF
do
husband until
honeymoon
Mary
Of Lady
Of of
her pyfoW who
hepeessy
hnng herself
10
tumble
in
him ynfaibf
Castle
that 9 ers dece scheming the whole
With yhghts
temptation
Church fragile
life
thing with walks
which
mined
attain-Marys
Mary determines her
OF
Bnkes the Sisters Mary confesses all
her and for
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-17
The Loss of the Scotia.

DID not know then, and it seems
unnecessary to say now, why my
father gave up the search for me
in London. He did so, and from the
day the milliners clew failed him I
moved about freely.
Then, from the sense Of being
watched I passed into that of being
lost.
Sister Mildred was my only friend
in London, but she was practically
cut off from me- The Little Sisters
had fixed her up lin the interests of
her work among the lost ones) in a
tiny flat at the top Of a lofty build
ing near to Piccadiny, where her
lighted widow always reminded me
of a lighthouse on the edge of dan
gerous reef. But in giving me her
address she warned me not to come
to her except in case of urgent need.
partly because further intercourse
might discredit her denial. and partly
because it would not be good for me
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-17
SPLENDID HOT WEATHER
FOOD

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sparingIy during hot weather.
meat heats the body. At the same
time. you must eat nutritious
food.
Try Faust Spaghetti. 1t is a
nutritious, non-heating food.
Made from Durum Wheat, the
cereal that overfows in gluten, a
muscle. bone and flesh builder,
A Toe package of Faust Spaghet-
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! Tbs. of beef-ask your doctor.
Write for free recipe book and
find out how many different
ways Faust Spaghetti can be
served to tease the palate. Sold
in Sc and Zoe packages.
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me and crossed herself and said be-
meath her breath, 20 Mother of
God!"
I felt more humbled than / had
ever been before, but after while
l said: Now you see why I can
never go back And you will save
me, viii you not?"
There was silence for some mo-
ments. Mildred had drawn back in
her chair as if an evil spirit had
passed between us But at length
she said, 1T is not for me to Judge
you, Mary. But the gentlemen will
come up soon to know if you are the
Mary O'Neill whom I knew at the
Sacred Heart. and what am to say
to them?"
Say no." l cried. ''Why shouldn't
you? They'll never know anything
to the contrary Nobody will know"
Nobody"
l knew what Mildred meant, and
in my shame and confusion I tried to
excuse myself by telling her who the
other woman was.
1T is Alma I said.
Alma? Alma Lier?"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-17

Listen. They're here" said Mil
dred. Get up. Say nothing. Leave
everything to me-"
rose quickly and returned to the
window. Mildred dried her eyes, got
up from the chair, and stood with her
back to the fireplace.
There was knock at my door.
do not know which of us answered
it, but my landlady came into the
room. followed by three men in tall
silk hats.
Excuse US. my dear" she said, in
an insincere voice. These gentle
men are making an examination of
the house, and they wish to see your
room. May they?"
l do not think l made any reply.
was holding my breath and watch
ing intently The men made a pre-
tense Of glancing round, but | could
see they were looking at Mildred.
Their looks seemed to say as plainly
as words could speak, 'Is it she?"
Mildred hesitated for a moment,
there was a dreadful silence, and
then-may the Holy Virgin bless her!
she shook her head.
I could hear no more I turned
back to the window.
l heard the door close behind them.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-17
She Tells Mildred
All About Martin.

And then I told her how Alma had
come back into my life, how she had
tortured and tempted me, and was
now trying to persuade my husband.
who was a Protestant. to divorce me
that she might take my place.
And then I spoke of Martin again
l could not help it-saying that the
shame which Alma would bring on
him would be a greater grief to me
than anything else that could befaH
me in this world.
If you only knew who he is"
said, "and the honor he is held in
you would know that I would rather
die a thousand deaths than that any
disgrace should fall on him through
me"
I coud see that Mildred was deeply
moved at this, and. though l did not
intend to play upon her feelings, yet
in the selfishnes of my great love
could not help doing so.
You were the first of my girl
friends, Mildred, the very first Don't
you remember the morning after
arrived at school? They had torn me
away from my mother, and I was so
little and lonely. but you were so
sweet and kind. You took me into
church for my first visitation and
then into the garden for my first
rosary-don't you remember it?"
Mildred had closed her eyes. Her
face was becoming very white.
And then don't you remember the
day the news came that my mother
was very i'll. and I was to go home?
You came to see me off at the sta
ton, and don't you remember what
you said when we were sitting in
the train? You said we might never
meet again, because our circum-
stances would be so different. You
didn't think we should meet like this,
did you?"
Mildred's face was growing deadly
white
My darling mother died She was
all had in the world, and was all
she had, and when she was gone
there was no place for me in my
fathers house. so / was sent back
to school. But the Reverend Mother
was very kind to me. and the end Of
it was that I wished to become a
nun. Yes. indeed. and never so much
as on the dav Won took vOur vows 8"
Mndred's eyes were still closed, but
her eyelids were fluttering, and she
was breathing audibly
How well l remember it? The
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-17
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play by BAYARD WELLER.
TO-DAY'S INSTALIlMENT.

Now, you see" he went on in his
heavy voice, yet very kindly, and with
a sort of massive playfulness in his
manner, mo one has hurt you-not
even a little bit, after all. Now you
run right home to your mother"
The girl did not need TO be told
twice on the instant, she sprang up
ioyously and started toward the door,
with a final ravishing smile for the
pleased official at the desk.
I'm 20 just as fast as ever ] can,
the musical voice made assurance
blithelv.
GIVE my compliments to your ia
Their" Burke requested, courteously.
And tell him I'm sorry | frightened
you"
The girl turned at the door 4"
After all too great haste might be in
discreet.
Il Will. Commissioner" she prom
ised. with an arch smile. And |
know papa viii be so grateful to you
for all your kindness to mel"
It was at this critical moment that
Cassidy entered from the opposite
side Of the office As his eyes fell on
the girl at the door across from him.
his stolid face lighted in a grin. And
Z
between the two the color went out Of
the girls face. The little red lips
snapped together in a line of supreme
disgust against this vicissitude Of
fate after all her maneuverings in the
face of the enemy. She stood mo-
tionless in wordless dismay. impotent
before this disaster forced on her by
untoward chance.
Hello, Aggie." the detective re-
marked, with a smirk. while the In
spector stared from one TO the other
with rounded eyes Of wonder, and his
jaw dropped from the stark surprise
Of this new development.
The girl returned deliberately to
the chair she had occupied through
the interview with the Inspector and
cropped into it weakly. Her form
rested there Imply now. and the blue
eyes started disconsolately az the
blank wall before her. She realized
that fate had decreed defeat for her
in the game. It was after a minute
Of silence in which the two men sat
staring that at last she spoke with a
savage wrath against the pit into
which she had fallen after her ardu-
Gus efforts.
Amt that the 1T luck!"
For a little interval still Burke
turned his glances from the girl to
Cassidy and then back TO the girl,
who sat immobile with her blue eyes
steadfastly fixed on the wall. The
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police official was, in truth. totally
bewildered. Here was inexplicable
mystery. Finally he addressed the
detective CURLY.
Cassidy, do you know this WON
am"
Sure, l do" came the placid an
swer He went on to explain with the
direct brevity Of his kind. She's
little Aggie LYnch-con woman, from
Buffalo-two years for blackmail-
did her time in Burnsing"
With this suCcint narrative con-
corning the girl who sat mute and
motionless in the chair with her eyes
fast on the wall, Cassidy relapsed into
silence. during which he stared rath-
er perpleXedly at his chief, who seem
ed TO be in the throes of unusual emo
ton. As the detective expressed it in
his own vernacular: For the first time
in his experience, the Inspector ap-
peared to be actually ratified"
For a little time there was silence,
the while Burke sat staring at the
averted face Of the girl His express
sion was that of one who has just
undergone a soul stirring shock. Then,
presently, he set his features grimly
rose from his chair. and walked to a
position directly in the front Of the
girl, who still refused to look in his
direction
Young woman" he began, Sc
verely, then of a sudden he laughed.
you picked the right business, all
right all right" he said. with a GER
tain enthusiasm. He laughed aloud
until his eyes were only Sits, and his
ample paunCh trembled vehemently.
We'll" he went on at last. Il GER
tainly have to hand it to you, kid,
you're a beaut'l"
Aggie shifted vehemently in rebuke
of the gross Partially of fate in his
behalf.
Gust as I mad him gOin'i" she said
bitterly, as if in communion,
without shifting her gaze from the
blank surface of the wall.
Now, however, Burke was reminded
once again Of his official duties and he
turned quickly to the attentive Cas-
sidy
Have you got a picture of this
young woman" he asked brusquely.
And when Cassidy had replied in the
negative. he again faced the adven-
turess with a mocking grimm which
moCkery, too, was a fair fragment for
himself, who had been so thoroughly
within her tolls of Establishment.
To Be Continued Tomorrow.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-17
Her Passionate
Appeal for Aid.

Mildred's lips were moving. was
sure she was praying to our Lady
for strength to resist my pleading,
yet 'that only made me plead the
harder.
But God knows best what our
hearts are made for" said. "He
knows that mine was made for love.
And though you may not think it, I
know God knows that he who is away
is my real hushand-not the one they
married me to. You will not separate
US, will your All our happiness-his
and mine-is in your hands. You
will save us, will you not?"
Some time passed before Mildred
spoke. II may have been only few
moments. but it seemed to me like
an eternity. l did not know then
that Mildred was reluctant to extin-
guish the last spark of hope in me.
At length she said, Mary, you don't
know what you are asking me to do.
When l took my vows l promised to
speak the truth under all circum-
stances, no matter what the conse-
quences, as surely as I should an
swer to God at the great Day OF
Judgment Yet you wish me to lie.
How can I? How can I? Remember
my VOWS. my duty"
l think the next few minutes must
have been the most evil of my life.
When I saw, or thought l saw, that
though one word would save me, one
little word, Mildred intended to give
me away to the men downstairs. I
leapt to my feet and burst out on her
with the bitterest reproaches.
You religious women are always
talking about your duty" l cried.
You never think about love. Love
Is kind and merciful; but, no! Duty
always duty! Love indeed What
do you cold creatures out of the con
vent, with your crosses and rosaries,
know about love-real love-the blaz-
ing fire in woman's heart when she
loves somebody so much that she
would give her hearts blood for him
yes, and her soul itself if need be-
What else I said I cannot remem-
ber for 1 did not know what I was
doing until I found myself looking
out of the window and painting for
breath.
Then 1 became aware that Mildred
was making no reply to my re-
proaches, and looking over my Shout
der I saw that she was still sitting
in my chair with both her hands COW
ering her face and tears trickling
through her fingers onto the linen of
her habit
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-17

II had not been so wildly agitated
l should have known that this
was the wrong way with Mildred,
and it was not until had said it all
in rush Of whispered words that
saw her eyes fixed on me as If they
were about to start from their
sockets.
But. my dear. dear child" she
said, this is worse and worse. Your
father and your husband may have
done wrong. but you have done
wrong. too. Don't you see you
have?"
I did not tell her that I had
thought Of all that before and did
not believe any longer that God
would punish me for breaking a bond
I had been forced TO make. But
when she was about to rise, saying
that, after all it would be a good
thing to send me home before I had
time to join my life to Eisenhower
he was-who had led me to forget
my duty as a wife. held her trem-
bling hands and whispered, Wait,
Mildred. There is something l have
not told you even yet"
What is it?" she asked, but al
ready I could see that she knew
what was going to say.
Mildred" | said. IF l ran away
from my husband it was not merely
because l loved somebody else, but
BECAUSE
could not say it. Do what 1
would ] could not. But holy women
like Mildred, who spend their lives
among the lost ones. have a way of
reading a woman's heart when it is
in trouble, and Mildred read mine.
do you mean that q. that there
are consequences going to be?"
she whispered.
Yes
Does your husband know?"
Yes"
And your father?'
No"
Mildred drew her hand away from
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-17

ing house used to receive once a week
or once month a letter containing a
remittance from some unknown
source. with which he paid his land
lady and discharged all his other OBJ
legations
! had no such letter to receive, so
to keep up the character l had not
made but had allowed myself to
maintain (of being a captains wife) /
used to go out once a week under
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-17
The Final Moment
and a Decision.

That conquered me in a moment.
I was seized with such remorse
that wished to throw my arms about
her neck and kiss her. / dare not
do that. now. but I knelt by her side
again and asked her to forgive me
Forgive me, Sister" l said. Il see
now that God has brought US to this
pass and there is no way out of it.
You must do what you think is right.
shall always know you couldn't
have done otherwise. He will know,
too. And If it must be that disgrace
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-17

dered in the streets OF the big city.
l knew l was not the first, and / am
sure l have not been the last 10 find
London the most solitary place in the
world. But I really and truly think
there was one day Of the week when,
from causes peculiar to my situation,
my loneliness must have been deeper
than that of the most friendless refu-
gee.
Nearly every boarder in our board
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-17

sweet summer morning and the
snow-white sunshine, and the white
flowers and the white chapel of the
Little Sisters and then you, dressed
as a bride, in your white gown and
long white veil. | cried all through
the ceremony. And If my father had
not come for me then. perhaps, I
should have been a nun like you
now"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-17

to be called one of Sister AIildred's
girls"
Oh, the awful loneliness of Lon
don,
l thought I could have felt at home
in the smallest village, fer though
nobody had spoken to me there, I
should have come to know every
body, while in London l had no time
to know anybody, for the overflow
ing tides of human faces flashed past
me and were lost in a moment like
waves under the moon at sea.
Others just as friendless have wan
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-17
WITHIN THE LAW
4 Powerful Story Of Adventure. Intrigue and Lore

Copyright, 1918, by the H. K Fly Com
pany. The play within the Law Is
copyrighted by Mr.. WELLER and this
novelization OF 1t is published by his
permission. The American Play Com
pany is the sole proprietor Of the ex-
elusive rights of the representation
and performance of within the Law"
ia all languages.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-17

is to fall on him through me. o.. !.
and that when he comes home he will
find q" But l could not bear to
speak about that, so l dropped my
head on Mildred's lap.
During the silence that followed We
heard the sound Of footsteps coming
up the stairs.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-17

heard their low voices as they
passed along the corridor. l heard
their slow footsteps as they went
down the stairs. And then, feeling
as if my heart would burst, I turned
to throw myself at Sister Mildred's
feet.
But Sister Mildred was on her