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Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1913-03-28

MY desire is to write few lines 10 let you KNOW WIat
your valuable medicine has done for me- writes MRS.
MARGARET ZUEBERT. of 33 5. entaon Street Baltimore,
Md. Before the storck to or house was very SICK
woman. for advice which was kindly gwen ana
which made different woman in short time; AFTER
taking the first bottle of 'FaVortc Prescription began
improving so that hardly knew was in such condol
did my own homework washing and ironing c9okhngj
sewing and the all nursed three children who hau
whoopng cough hardly knew of the advent ten minutes
before-so easy IT, The baby is fat as bntter-bal
Dr. Perces Favorte Prescription is the best medicine Tor
any take when in this condition. recommend it
to all my friends
Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1913-03-28

the world where Princeton has gradu-
ates, that led him to the governorship
of New Jersey and from thence to the
presidency of the United States.
1t is said that a kiss from Mrs. Will
son was the first notification Governor
Wilson had of his election to the high
est office in the land.
Many stories are told to illustrate
the next presidents frmness and his
determination to have no boss but the
people. His whole career as governor
Of New Jersey revealed these qualities.
which were still further eXempliiied
during his candidacy for the presi-
dency.
Impressed by His Backbone.
One day during the summer at Sea
Girt IL well known New York supreme
court justice had conference with
Governor Wilson. When the jurist re-
appeared one of the newspaper men
asked him what he thought of the gov
ernOr.
Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1913-03-28
USE YOUR TALENTS.

Men are the architects Of their
respective fortunes. 1t is the fiat
Of fate. from which no power Of
genius can absolve US. Genius.
however great. unexerted, is like
The poor moth that Aut'ers around
a candle till it scorches itself to
death. William Writ.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-05

sooner they begin TO do It the sooner
they'll be happy.
And then where did you go?" says
the young wife when Husband is a few
minutes late to dinner
Young Husbands brow clouds After
all, must he be watched like a criminal
"Oh, then I came home" he says, and
doesn't tell the young wife that he
stopped TO chat with old Billie from
Yale a minute or 50, and the next day
the young wife meets old Billie from
Yale and he says: Had a fine talk
with Jimmie yesterday, and there's
trouble in store for husband when he
gets home that night.
TOO intimate" that's all, too min
innate" that's actually all that's the
matter
Your husbands heart is yours. not
his brain and his soul, too. Your wife
is faithful, loving, devoted. that's
enough fou you to know, young man.
Don't be too intimate" either Of you
or you won't speak before six months
is gone Oh. yes, It's pretty fiction,
two hearts that beat as one. two souls
with but a single thought" etc.-a pref
ty hction-thanlI goodness, it isn't a BIT
true. What a bore it would be to live
with a twin, wouldn't It?
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-05

bottom and he arranged the pillow for
his head. Then he sat in the trunk and
looked very serious.
Before get into this coffin" he said.
there are one or two things 1 should
like to know. How do you know that
you can trust me?"
Il don't" she replied instantly; IN
have to take that chance"
He WINGED a little.
But you must have a pretty good
reason" he insisted.
Il have" was the cool response.
"Well-what about the ghosts?"
Pardon me. Mr. Warren, but so far
your credentials do not warrant further
confidence"
Repulsed in the direct attack, the
young man was silent a few moments.
So was the young woman. Then he es-
sayed a flank movement
You are Spanish-yet you speak with
no accent" he charged
II was educated in England"
Another pause and another attempt.
Are you reaIly-a sure enough prin-
cess?"
A certain wintriness appeared in the
soft. dark eyes that looked down into
his.
why do you say that?"
"Oh-I-don't know" he stammered,
uncertainty. "T-somehow-you aren' t
quite like what l thought a princess
would be-
Tn sorry" she remarked, coldly.
"Oh, 1 didn't mean it that way" he
FASTENED to protest, feeling that he was
making next to no Roadway. Il mean
that you're different from the popular
idea OF a princess. You have more
Notwithstanding" he f1oundered,
but the wlntriness did not vanish. more
more sympathy-more heart"
I'm that respect" cut in Dona Maria,
swiftly, you will find me quite a con-
ventional princess"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-05
Do You Know
That

James Norris. who has been chauf-
feur to Cardinal Bourne since the lat
ter was presented with a motor car
some years ago, and who had pre-
yiously been coachman to Cardinal
Vaughan, has retired. It is Morris
boast that he has safely driven nine
princes of the church in the motor
car which he has piloted $4,000 miles
without ever getting the Cardinal
into trouble with the police for ex-
ceeding the speed limit" Cardinal
Bourne has presented him with an
autographed portrait of himself.
The languages and dialects into
which the Bible is translated now
number $50. The British and FOREIGN
Bible Society's issues Of copies Of the
Scriptures now reach the huge total
of 7,S99,562, made up of 936,346 Bibles,
1 ,269,919 New Testaments and $685.
297 smaller portions. In China last
year, for every two English books the
society sold 1t disposed of three in
Chinese-the bulk of these being
single gospels.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-05
WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE.

The scene Of the story is laid in
the Nanderllp Hotel New York
city. The Princess Maria Theresa
Of SeRura, beautiful Spanish
woman, is suddenly awakened IN
her suite by the sound OF pistol
shots She hears a man running
down the hall. He crashes against
her door, breaking the lock, and
enters. She sees he is a tall. good
looking young man. dressed In
evening clothes. He Is carrying a
revolver In his right hand, and
blood is dripping from a wound in
his left He begs the Princess to
hide him She, moved by some in
describable impulse, decides that
she viii She directs him to an
inner room. and a few minutes
later, when the hotel detective
knocks on the door she tells him
she is all right and sends him
away The young man, who is
Warren Jarvis, OF Kentucky, comes
out Of his hiding place. and the
Princess, for the first time, notices
his wound. She Is moved to sym
pathy and showers him with ques-
lions as to what has occurred. Jar
Wis tells her about a Kentucky
feud between his family and an
other named Markham He saws
he left Kentucky TO avoid the feud-
lists, but encountered one Of them
In the hotel. which explains the
shots.
Now go on with the story.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-05
Adapted from the Big Broadway
Success That Thrilled
Thousands.
SERiALlZED
By J. w. McCONAUGHY
Copyright, 1913, by Star Coz
TO-DAY'S TNSTALLMENT.

TITS all right" said Jarvis. with
little sigh Of relief. But how am / go
ing 10 get out Of here?"
His liege lady smiled a little sarcastic
smile.
'Resourceful man, thought Of a plan
long ago-the trunk" And she indi-
Gated capacious travelling van at the
foot OF the bed
The trunk?" he echoed blankiy.
What about IT."
Wei. you are stupid" decided the
Princess. 81 am sending II on tho
steamer AT 6 o'clock"
A light Of understanding but distinct.
ly not Of JOY leaped to Jarvis eyes
You mean TO get In it?"-Good
Lords II big enough"
He walked--stood over It obviously a
moment and threw back the lid.
The Plan.
Il think so" said the princess. And
no one could possibly suspect Take out
those trays"
Sure les big enough" conceded
Warren doubtfully as they leaned over
the interior, but what about these p"
Something fell and tlnhled on the
brass work
oh" exclaimed Dona Maria He
picked II up and held II out to her,
examining It curlously
IT'S nothing she assured him hastl-
ly, regaining possession. 81 mean-its
all rights just locket"
Did l break it,
"Oh. mol broke II myself-on pur-
pose-yesterday." she explained. some
what confusedly Then, when she had
concealed IT once more in the fold of
her gown, she went on gravely 1T
means a great deal TO me-and, per-
haps, to you. I crossed the ocean for
that locket Some day you may know
The reason why"
Before he could make any comment
she returned briskly 10 the matter In
hand.
I'VE had better send these" she sug-
gested. indicating the trays
Hold on-I've got IT," he exclaimed
suddenly, then stopped. "No-you bet
ter phone, Ask the operator to give
you the Hotel Belwood, across the
street-my room is Al Rusty. my
/ servant, is there now. waiting for word
/ from me The Princess frowned and
shook her head. He can be trusted. %
he assured her Tell him to come here
at once, and Just say 'warren'-thatn
/ fetch him"
The Princess hesitated a moment as
/ n sim in doubt. but his confidence re-
assured her and she went TO the teIe-
I phone and got the connection.
/ ASK II It's Rusty. and be sure 10
/ say Warren, he cautioned her in a
hoarse whisper. The Princess nodded.
/ "Hello-is this-Mr Rusty" Jarvis
/ grinned in the background at the title.
We'll, listen carefully-you are to come
( right over to the Nanderlip Hotel, across
the street from where YOU are. A bell
boy viii be waiting for you at the desk
and he Is to bring you right up TO
Room ll2l--"
And keep his mouth shut" inter
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-05
The Escape.

"Lor' bless you. Marse warren!" he
gasped holding up his arms and roll
ing his eyes in token of thanksgiving
Il sert'nly thought YOU all"
Never mind what you thought" in
terrupted Jarvis in brisk tones. Take
these" and he pointed to the trays.
with our baggage to the steamship
Lusitania, of the Cunard line-buy ac-
commodations. Mind. you won't see me
till after We get out to sea Keep in
your stateroom and sit tight until you
hear from me. Understand"
AS promptly as If it were an every
day occurrence. Rusty had fallen to
work on the trays, and. by a change
in his manner Of putting, indicated
that he was following the rest of the
instructions
I'm give YOU the money" went on
Jarvis and the clerk at our hotel viii
attend to everything and get the TICK
cts Then. you pay the bill No; get
hold Of this.
held out without a word and went
buSily back 10 the trays again
Let me help offered Dona Maria.
mo, we can manage Ii, 1 guess said
Jarvis easily, smiling at the uprOar that
emanated from his servant who was
forced TO stop over the work, This Is
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-05
Haste Quite Unnecessary.

The evening was damp and cold
and foggy, and the Rev. Candy Mac
gregor, while walking absent mind
eddy along the street, fell heavily into
deep hole which had been made by
order Of the local sanitary authori-
ties
For a long while the Rev. Sandy
struggled to escape. Then despairing-
ly he began TO shout for help. A
passing laborer heard his cries, and,
looking down into the hole, asked
who was there
The minister informed him. but in
return received only meager com
fort.
''Weel, weel," said the laborer, we
media kick UP sic noise. YouH no
be needed afore the Sawbath, and
this Is only Wednesday nicht!"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-05
How am gOing to eel Out Of here2,, said Jarvis

Ciple of repose, and his crown Of glory
blind, unwavering, idolatrous loyalty
to his master
"Rustys heart is an right" Jarvis
used to say, "but.it is so heavily sur
rounded by fat that it has some diff
Guilty in expressing itself"
The bellboy had walked him some
what hurriedly down the hail. and this
unwonted activity combined with real
uneasiness over the possible predica-
ment Of his master, caused alarming
sounds TO arise from the cavernous
depths of his heaviug chest Before
he could spare a few cubic inches OF
breath for inquiry Jarvis stepped back
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-05

rupted Jarvis.
"And-and don't talk TO anyone"
translated the Princess What
that There was a pause and she
put her lips close to the mouthpiece.
Warren" she said waited moment,
and hung up the receiver.
Hes coming right over"
Jarvis chucked exultantly. Now.
get the desk and tell them TO look
out for Rusty, and also tell them to
send up some wrapping paper and
Irvine"
When Dona Marie had communicat-
ed her instructions to the desk she re-
turned to find her cavalier, coat and
overcoat thrown aside, inside the trunk
cutting at the tough leather with a
pocketknife
Got to breathe" he explained be
tween pants. Swearing a little under
his breath he threw his weight onto
the knife, and the blade snapped cash.
ing his finger.
"Oh. what did you do?" she excIaim-
ed with solicitation that was extremely
gratifying to the knight
Snapped the blade" he growled, ey-
But you hurt your hand-your in
jured hand!"
He tried to bellttle It and looked
hopelessly around for another engi-
neering tool; but Dona Maria insisted on
examining the wound and bathing with
alcohol and wrapping ii up
Now. how am I going 10 cut a hole
in that trunk? he wondered while these
minlstrations were in progress. Dona
Maria looked about the room also
My shears" she suggested. sud
denly
III they're not too light Let's see"
Come back here, she ordered. hold
ing onto his hand It's not tied yet %
He laughed and looked down at her
mischievously. DO you know-Tm be
ginning to like this Job already"
The hand was instantly released and
the work Of making an air-hole re-
sumed
What time does the boat sai2" he
inquired after certain glunts Of salts
faction announced success.
Nine o'clock"
Good" he grunted stahbing say
agely with the shears That will give
Rusty time to get on board with these
trays and my baggage"
He toied a few minutes more in
silence. Dona Maria watching him and
throwing occasional anxious gIances at
the clock
We've ten minutes before they call
for the trunk she said. at last Jar
Wis raised his head 10 reply, when
there came a knock at the door. Swift
~ and silently he got out of the trunk
and slipped behind the portieres that
cut of the alcove. as the Princess
opened the door and received Rusty
and his brass buttoned escort. who also
delivered the wrapping paper and Irvine.
and withdrew.
Rusty stood in stolid silence until the
boy had disappeared, and Doua Maria
invited him in and bolted the door be-
hind him.
He was a gray-haired darky Of heavy
and important mien, whose architecture
followed in a general way the liberal
cylindrical design Of New Nork's new
courthouse His system of locomo-
tiou was full Of strange and unexpected
eCCentrics, and his efforts to reach a
given point, however near. were always
accompanied by truly distressing wheel
Ing and groaniug which deceived every
one but his master His besetting sin
was an earnest devotion to the prin-
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-05
The Last Moments.

The darkey nodded brightly. II
knows what you means-fer US an
Mrs Princess ah--"
mo, no." snapped Jarvis, impa-
tiendy Not for the Princess Just
for us two"
"Oh, vas. sab. I unnastin puffectly"
"An right" Jarvis pushed him to-
ward the door Now, get a move on
you and don't miss the boat. Remember
the name of the line2"
Rusty put his head on one side and
thought for an instant and then showed
yard of teeth.
"Yas, sab, the-the Coon-ard Line"
The instant the door was locked be-
hind him Jarvis returned to his work
a the trunk He had just succeeded In
making a small hole when the time was
up.
Make another" urged Dona Maria.
He shook his head decidedly. Have
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-05

Rusty. Rusty. this is the Princess Of
Aragon."
Rusty eagerly Strengthened aud turn
ed with a profound bow.
"Yas, sah,' he grinned. How do,
Mrs. Princess Allah COON"
Jarvis pressed his lips togther to
suppress a giggie.
II said Aragon.' he corrected gravely
Vas, SAN" was the aggrieved reply
That's what l said-Ah-g o-on.''
Il guess you'H have to let it go at
that" smiled Jarvis. "There-thats
all right, Rusty. Now, you understand
everything, do ycu?'
Vas, sab" Rusty assured him, pick
ing up the bundles. Il take everything
10 tn steamboa5-git acom-acom--'
Accommodations"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-05
Funny
All Beach.
ND ELINDA," said the brother Of
n that good woman, looking

Wilfrid was sitting on hts fathers
knee, watching his mother arrange
her hair
Papa hasn't any waves Ike that"
said the father, laughing.
Wilfrid. looking up at his fathers
bald pate, replied:
NO. no waves, it's all beach"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-05

MT time I'll widen this one a little"
He rested both hands on the side and
looked up at her soberly. Remember
this trunk must not go into the hold of
the ship. Have IT marked Wanted on
Voyage and This End Up I'll lie
with my head in this direction"
TN remember" she promised ear
nestly; now let me get you pillow"
Heavy folds of her clothing padded the
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-05
The House Detective.

The knight Immediately began a
painfully careful examination of the
hole through which he must breathe
for several hours and thus ne did not
notice that the Princess colored slight
ly and the winter in her eyes gave
way momentarily to spring He was
grateful that he had the hole in the
leather to examine during the painful
silence.
81 wonder'-he cleared his throat, and
began again--'T wonder If this open
ing will let in enough air"
Il hope So" said the Princess, and
he had to look up at her face to make
sure that she was not as Indifferent as
the tone Of her voice indicated. What
he saw evidently treasured him. for his
embarrassment vanished.
I'll put the shears in here" he re-
marked cheeriIy, land II It gets too
stufry can cut another hole from the
inside"
There was a knock at the door Both
started, and Jarvis noiselessly coiled
himself into his cage.
1T must be the man for the trunk,
she whispered. Then she called, Just
a minute, please"
He let the lid down little way and
she bent over him.
Remember" he whispered earnestly,
this must not go into the hold of the
ship. You must have it marked
Wanted, and This Side Up You
might add With Care II you've a
mind to-" he added with a wry smile,
and he cautiously let the lid down.
Are you all right?" she whispered.
her hand on the lock.
IF they don't lose the trunk" came
in a muffled voice from within.
To Be Continued Monday.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-12-22

temples in the fashion of long ago. 1t
was the picture of Nathan Neil.
Nathan she sighed, "oh, my dear,
If only you had lived"'
The knocker on the front door sent an
imperative summons resounding through
the huge, hollow house. Miss Sophronia
gave a start great as almost to send
the brooch out of her hand. She went out
into the hall and down to the front door.
young woman swathed in motoring
silks and chiffon looked at her with
bright, dark eyes and winning smile.
Il beg your pardon she said. but
was motoring by and your house looked
SO interesting / made my chauffeur stop
so that | could look about. l hope you
won't mind, for I'm awfully interested
in old houses. Why, | get thrill just
from this knocker." She touched it ten
derby. II imagine it's as old as the
house ITSELF
TT is" replied Miss Sophronia She
felt strongly attracted to this piquant
young beauty. Perhaps you would like
to see the house. Won't you come in?"
THANK you, I'd just love to- said the
young woman. She gave a curious
glance up and down as she stepped into
the hall. "And you live here?''
This is my home" answered Miss
Sophronia proudly
The girl trailed through the empty
rooms. She said little, but she seemed
to understand, even though Miss So
phrona did not explain much TO her
She fingered over the old fireplaces, the
quaint brush work on the walls, the las,
remaining vestiges of magnificent occu.
patton. Her manner gathered respect
tenderness, wonder.
Coming down the stairs hunger got ir
its work and Miss Sophronia, deathly
white, teetered over against the baluS
trade. The brooch, which she had held
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-12-22
WOMAN'S EIGHT-H0UR BILL
DISCUSSED BY MISS LEUPP
President of District Consumers
League Cites Conditions Under
Which Employees Work.

'The Eight-Hour Bill for Women
was the subject of an address by Miss
Constance Leupp last evening at a meet
ing of the District Consumers League at
All Souls Church. Miss Leupp, who is
president of the organization. gave de-
scriptions of conditions in places where
women are employed. such as laundries
and stores, with the information that
wages in some Washington department
stores are smaller. relatively, than il
most American cities.
The speaker stated that workers prove
much more efficient when on an eight
hour scale than on one longer than this
and described the efforts that have beer
made to have Congress pass the eight
hour bill. She further urged that tn,
District should be the sixth in line t.
pass an eight-hour bill for women, ant
asked for aid thereto by all who know
members of Congress. The bill has pass
cd the Senate and now is before tn,
House.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-12-22

all the time tightly clasped in her hand.
went spinning away into the lower hall.
The girl caught Miss Sophronia and her
eye followed the flying CLINT of gold.
Il have tired you,' she exclaimed re-
gretfully.
Miss Sophronia braced herself mo,
II" Proud to the last, she tried to
smile. I'm getting Old
The girl helped her into the east parlor
and gave her vinaigrette to smell. Then
she went in search of the brooch and
found it. She came back, puzzled, with
it in her hand. DO you know she
said, my mother has brooch exactly
like this, with the same picture in it? 1t
uncle, her fathers brother-who went
away to the war and never came back Is
it possible you could have known him?
His name was Nathan Neil
"Ah,' said Miss Sophronia family,
you are his grandniece. I might have
known from your eyes. Nathan Neil
was my friend and he gave ME
this brooch. See. his name is here on
this table. where he scrawled it himself"
She tilted up the old mahogany table
boldly name and a heart. But the
girl looked less at the name and heart
than at the table itself. She gave a
little cry.
"A true. pie crust tablet" she ex-
claimed. ooh, thought / should find
something like this in this old house
"a pie crust tabIe9' repeated Miss
Sophronia blankly.
Yes" said the girl eagerly. Don't
YOU know it's one of the rarest an
tiquities? I've been wanting one for a
long time. I've hunted the country over.
That's how / came to be here today.
Every time | pass an old house | go in,
thinking maybe there shall find it. And
here is. At last, Will you let me have it?
it, AT last VIII you let me have it?
Will you sell it? I will give you a thou
sand dollars for it, She was opening
her golden purse.
Miss Sophronia's small face was full
of color now. Her blue eyes burned. A
thousand dollars! All. she was not
dreaming. thousand dollars! Only
she knew what that meant-the restora-
ton of the old house, food, fuel. And
YET She drew herself up proudly.
My dear she said, slowly, you may
have it, but not for money I am hon
ored to be able to give it to Nathan
Nel's greatneice.
who came near being your own the
girl said. And then a wonderful thing
happened. She put her arms about Miss
Sophronia and kissed her You dear
fine woman. / take the gift gratefully,