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The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-09-03
DeathS.

August so. 19l8-Margarc. Chittook. 1850 South
Eleventh East So years; myocard!tis.
September I. 19I2-MnrY Anderson. Holy Cross
hospital 8 days; septic meningitis.
September /, 1o13-Charcs H. Webb. L. D, S,
hospital SO years strangulated hernia.
September j. ial3-John Little 1913 South Sec
ond Wost 81 ycars: cerebral homorrhnge.
August 81. iaI2-Judith A. Charles, SO RoScls
avonue, ~ years; chronic endocardits.
The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-09-03
Ducks Are Plentiful.

Special 10 The Tribune.
MONTPELIER. Idaho, Sept. 2-Thou-
sands of ducks were killed on the opening
day of the duck season here YESTERDAY
THE hunters say they never saW so many
ducks near here before, all the sloughs
being full. Mallards seem TO be the most
plentiful
The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-09-03
3 Anr Liddiard Dies.
ne Tribune,

Ns Tribune.
/. 3 Ht Mrs Ann Liddiard,
* = aIe Thomas Liddinrd. died
nom general debility at The
7 1.,i l@rs: The deceased was a
!. st,sllre; ~, England. and came
Do making her home in this
The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-09-03
Dnth Claims Child.
Tribune.

~ Sept 1.-The 10 months
Nr and Mrs. Thomas Chris
u thsir home yesterday after
2 only q few days. The fu-
= will be held at the home
ms,loon. lnternlent will take
y Park cemetery.
The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-09-03
sH WARM WELCOME
49,, Of Miss Fern masleb1
e,,,t nsr On Return

<.<1Sf al Hllon 49,
ec,t nsr On Return
. II Tdbune.
>r Utah. Sept. e.-Severdl num-
4. trg both wards met SUNDAY
4. North ward meeting house
Mp Fem Maglehy In a well
Z Iipsramnle. A. 49,. ,
iT.ss returned recently from a
c'th, southern states. She Is
ly q ]. Z. Magleby. a promi-
t-an OF this place,
-, musical and literary pro-
- rendered under the direction
tTsl,ni Orson Magleby and his
4 tie South ward Sunday
4, musical numbers were in
i fpdser Thomas Ransom The
Il asd Ivy Alagleby described
,clnls Of interest in large
a q s.Ssrn states. -,
The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-09-03
Reunion is Held.

The families Of j. II Miller. Sr.. for
,neriy manager OF circula ton for The
Tribune, and Edwin H. Brewster OF the
Deseret National bank. held a reunion
Monday al the home OF Mr. Miller's son.
w. j. Miller or the Il. C. NJ. l.. on Four
teenth South. east OF Seventh East street.
The younger Mr. Miller In whose home
the reunion was held ma rred MIR. Brew
ster's daughter twenty wears ago. There
were sixty present at the reunion.
The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-09-03
Silk is king
This year more than ever;
the demand greater than
the supply = Walkers
big silk sale a revelation
to buyers.

The largest silk business in our his
Tory That's the story from Walker e
sllk section yesterday, Enough for
everybody: come today, Silk Of char
acter and style. Value $1.25 to $500
u yard at 75c per yard
The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-09-03
rosrlNe FOR BONDS.
|t>--srlal Clubs OF Salt Lake
- Pull Tor Good Roads.

w. Sepls IAucl llic No
4 n United Commercial clubs OF
j ranty. the fourth OF a series
p 70 boost for & $1,000. 900 bond
Fx roads In tie county. was
Il! q. West Jordan with q fair
d q those deeply interested.
r-Tsll, government good roads
Ehlssd st length the plans and
nra Of the proposed improve
y ssnilment Of his auditors.
-ss citizens OF the community.
S evorable 10 the betterInent
y iSe stated cost.
p will be held at Sandy to-
5h and a mass meeting al
1Esday evening for further
x the question.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-03

Dona Maria noted all Of this, but took
open note only Of the smile-or grin.
rs the situation so amusing" she
inquired, with increasing wintriness of
one and look
He made a quick gesture of apology
nd was instantly serious.
I'm not laughing at you-I beg your
pardon Numbered in here by mis-
take-but I'm in a tight place. l can't
leave by that door. I must find some
other way"
He threw open his overcoat as he
spoke and she saw the blood on his
hand. This was the last needed touch.
She was a woman
YOU'RE wounded" she exclaimed,
going to him and looking at the hand
solicltousy. Whats happened? Those
shots ! heard"
He nodded and laughed silently. 81
almost stopped one of the bullets It
Just nudged me as it was going by"
Your hand is bleeding dreadfulIy"
ooh, not much he assured her, and
tried awkwardly to tie the wrist with
his handkerchief, still holding the re-
volver The Princess half raised her
hands to assist him and drew back
He did not notice. He was gazing
about the room with a troubled frown
Il don't see how the devil" he
muttered, more to himself than to her,
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evidently trying to devise some means
Of escape. Dona Maria drew a little
farther away.
You have evidently shot some one
and are trying to make me shield you
from Justice she said sternly.
mo, not justnce,' he rejoined in
stantly, from the law"
Il thought they were the same"
He shook his head gravely mo, not
always. There would be no Justice for
me at the hands of the law"
He looked into her eyes as he spoke,
and for a few moments they stood thus
in silence. The woman's eyes turned
away first.
THAT is not for me to decide" she
declared
But I want you to decide" he urged
gently "At least, you must listen. And
if you find me guilty IlI-wen, I'll try
the fire escape or anything-anythinR
else you say"
The Princess raised her eyes to his
and found them so full of earnest
pleading that she dropped them once
more.
That is ridiculous" she said but
with such marked lack Of conviction
that he smiled
Hardly ridiculous he objected
when I'm arguing for my life"
Having fully made up her mind to lis
ten, Dona Maria found another objee-
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-03

wagons with brick and cement and
things have made a regular morass
Of the place. Probably my hair was
in the mud AS l stared a particu-
larly heavy wagon numbered and
squashed through. shaking off several
pounds of briCkdust shrieked
madly for help, and Ttlly. the babys
nurse, came running.
Those lutfly putfs'' lilly walled
and darted forthwith to the alley,
while l directed operations from
above. lilly balanced on a brick and
surveyed the mud with deep dislike.
making little dabS at il tentatively.
Finally, in one of the deep rutS she
saw a whisp of hair projecting, and
some Juggling eNcavated my largest
pun a sodden, sticky lump A pud-
die gave up another and she found a
third under the imprint of a horses
hoof but the fourth had vanished.
lilly came upstairs holding her
muddy treasure trove at arms
length
But where's my transformation p
shrieked. That cost Sl5-and as for
the braid-Wel, l might just as well
SO into bankruptcy if that switch
isn't found""
"Tilly protested that the earth be
low would not yield up another bit
Of hair I began to wonder how l
could send regrets to a wedding after
/ had already accepted, and then Mary
called me to luncheon. | was weeping
real tears into my soup when Mary
burst in and asked permission to -
downstairs. which was unusual al u
mealtime. Of course. | inquired why,
but she just waved her arms wildly
and isappeared.
In due time she reappeared breath
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-03
Blu G.. ". GODDARD
and PAUL DICKEY

I don't know" he replied indiffer-
emily. He dropped didn't wait"
He looked past, not at. her as he
spoke. The lethargy, the mental and
physical languor, that succeeds a ter
-ible crisis was upon him-the time
when a man feels that he is without
rength. without friends. without hope.
The girl sensed the change in him
and was surprised to feel a twinge of
impatience.
What are you going to do?" she
asked crisply
Jarvis shrugged his shoulders. Il
don't know" The tone was dull and
hopeless What's the Use Of going
on? Do you know what 1t means" he
went on bitterly. ito fight single-handed
against fearful odds-to fight an endless
fight alone?"
The girl turned her dark eyes on him
with a strange expression
Yes" she said. half audibly; yes,
know
"A barren. fruitless, hopeless fight
without even a single CLEAN Of love or
word Of encourag ement?"
Yes" replied Dona Maria, slowly
and with meaning. Il know what it
means"
Jarvis stared at her. You know"
he exclaimed. incredulously. How could
you know-how could any woman
know?'
Eyes, | Know" declared the Princess,
somberiy. because /, too, am fighting
against fearful Odds"
The young woman gazed at her in
wonder that gave way to sympathy and
more wonder as her loveliness came
upon him
he asked betraying his thought in his
question. Dona Maria understood
mo man left who dares," she re-
piled with bitterness.
AS his gaze strayed from the soft,
deep black eyes to the pile OF soft black
hair and down the curve Of the soft,
creamy cheek to the smooth red lips,
he wondered, even in the depths Of his
misery, what manner OF men she had
about her.
Cod he breathed, fervently, IF
here had only been some woman to
fight for in my fight"
And II he had said all that was in his
mind he would have inserted the words.
like you" Dona Maria must have un-
derstood that these words were implied,
for she said softly:
1T seems as though Providence had
thrown you in my path. You say there
would be no justice for you at the hands
Of the law? If you are found here II
means your life"
Yes" he replied and waited curious
ly for what was to come. Dona Maria
appeared to deliberate.
Suppose I decide to help YOU" she
suggested graHely. and drive a hard
bargain?"
Jarvis was relieved to find that he
could smile again. So was Dona Maria,
but she did not publish her feelings.
What do you mean7' he inquired.
Your life in Kentucky is finished
you can never go back to II.
To Be Continued Tomorrow.
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bedroom window ledge on the tele-
phone wires!
"Tilly got the switch while l hung
on to her heels. Then. very much ex-
hausted. I washed everything again
but somehow I kept smelling gasoline
all evening and l distinctly heard a
man back of me in the middle of the
church say ii was remarkable how
the automobiles outside seemed to be
leaking. It was too much Of a strain,
so I've abandoned the whole outfit"
Well. l don't blame you!" said the
girl in the lizard green gown.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-03

and il made me a strong well woman.
I am very thankful that ] followed
my friends advice, ana l shall rec
ommend it as long as | live. Before
] took the Compound ] was always
sickly and now 7 have not had medi-
cine from a doctor for years. You
may publish my letter."-MRS ED
WARD B. HILBERT. Fleetwood. Pa.
Such warning symptoms as sense
Of suffoCatiOn, hot flashes. head r.
aches. hakaChes, dread Of impending
evil. timidity, sounds in the ears.
palpitation Of the heart. sparks be
fore the eyes, Irregularities, consti-
patton variable appetite weakness
and inquietude. and dizziness. are
promptly needed by intelligent women
VINO are approaching the period in
lie when womans great change may
be expected
Lydia f. Pinkhams Eegeta bic
Compound iuvigurates and strength
ems the female organism and builds
up the weakened nervous system. Il
has carried many women safely
Rhrougf this crisis.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-03
A Duke S Offer.

II was a tale to tell a knight Of Ar
thurs table. not TO a Castilian dandy Of
the twentieth century, soft.handed and
sophisticated Her kinsman. the Duke
Of Alva, indeed, had offered to be her
champion, but he bargained IN advance
and the Buerdon he asked was her
hand And. besides, lately she had had
cause TO distrust deeply the honor and
honesty " her kinsman Of Alva
bona Maria had never read the lines
~ Mr. KiplinEs Romance Is Dead!"--
and all unseen, romance brought on the
nine fifteen, or she might have had more
faith IN a power still strong enough to
Tun express trains When the splendid
silly order Of chivalry fell and died the
seeds across the seas to a broad and
fertile valley and dropped them in the
rich soil where the Ohio comes down to
meet the Mississippi There. as else
whore, custom makes law, regardless Of
written statutes And SO IL was that,
following a custom that had grown from
one OF those seeds, as immutable as the
Cumberland ridges. young man In
evening clothes, clean OF heart. brave
and good humored. with a 1912 model
pistol gripped in his overcoat pocket
walked past nona Maria S door In a New
York hotel, seeking the head OF the
MRrkhams, TO XIII or be Killed in fair
hght. for no other reason than that the
man he sought was the head OF the
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-03
No Way Out.

rs there no way out drought that
door, he asked
She told him there was not
The fire escape-where Is it,"
In the hail opposite" replied Dona
Maria, gazing at him in wonder and
perplexity She knew nothing about
him, except that he was. unless appear
ances were very deceivng. a fugitive
from Justice Yet he took II for granted
that she was his ally She was under
80 and considered one Of the most beau
titul women in Spain. Her lNnsman OF
Alva, who had a discriminating taste IN
such matters, had. made her beauty ia
nous In five capitals. and those Of his
sex who had been fortunate enough TO
glimpse her, by accident, In the warmly
colored and clinging gown OF the boudolr
that betrayed every exquisite line. de-
clared that those who had seen Dona
Maria only in the ballroom and at the
dinner table would have to wait for the
hours Of Paradise to form some idea
Of her true loveliness Yet she was Ger
/ tain that this young man could not have
! told at that moment II she had cross
! eyes and hair lip. Indeed. If there
had been any doubt about IT his next
utterance would have removed it.
Across the hall? H-ll" he ex-
| claimed, with energy. Il was certain
that light was-oh, / beg pardon" he
broke on suddenly, and was so boy
ishy embarrassed and contrlte that
Dora Maria was certain he had at last
, noticed the absence of the hair lip. But
this did not mean forgiveness
well, why don't you go?" she in
quired, coldly.
His confusion increased "But--but
! can't so that way" he protested, wav-
| ing the pistol hopelessly al the hall door.
/ They're waiting for me in the haHl''
well" the Princess Eazed at him
with an unusual iclness IN her great
dark eyes, what do you expect me to
do about it,"
Now this was a tactical blunder, for
It summoned the young mans sense OF
! the ridiculous to his aid-and he smiled
| II he were not the hero Of this nara
| tive It would he a truthful recorder \
duty to set down that he grinned.
Dona Maria was plqued, but felt herself
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warm to man who could smile-or
grin-when a house full Of police were
looking for him. And then came the
romantic thought that this was the
'ype of man to be her champion She
surveyed him swiftly but accurately.
A Modern Hero.
He was not the stuff that dream
seroes are made of-at least not to
ook at. II his build were excepted He
was tall. with broad slender shoulders
and a certain lightness Of step and frio-
tionless ease OF movement that eX-
planned the collapse Of the brass lock
But his rumpled hair-he had just at
a moment removed his opera hat
and was nervously tapping his thigh
with twas a nondescript. plebeian
sandy shade and his good -humored
face seemed to have borrowed some of
he pigment " the hair The nose was
straight but generously fecked with
freCkles about the bridge. The mouth
was literally designed, and when he
smied-or grinned-showed rows of
strong, white teeth. The eyes were of
0 kind Of sandy gray, and, like Alan
Breck's, had a sort Of dancing madness
n them.
1t was a head that would have thrown
4 Gibson into commissions, but Hol-
bein would have clapped a steel cap
on It and made it immortal
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-03
SERIkLlZED
By J. w. McCONAUGHY

~ all the thousands Of square feet
Of steep slate roof there IS one
Il loose nail 1t thrusts It's head up
ia that one-inch strip where it can
catch and hold the bootheel Of the
steeplejack who is sliding 20 his death
This grim. freakish humor Of the
Powers That Be. which is miscalled
coincidence" caused Warren Jarvis
TO mistake his right for his left hand
as he was running for his life down a
carpeted corridor Of the Hotel Wander
lip far above the night roar Of Broad
way. Thus he turned. not into the
room that led to the fire escape. but
lato the bed chamber Of the Dona
Maria Theresa Of Seglra, Princess Of
Aragon, who had a lot OF other titles
and innumerable privileges. none Of
which she needed at that moment
nearly so much as she needed Warren
Jarvis, fleeing the vengeance Of the
law
Fevsred and distrsught the Princess
had retired to rest. but not 10 sleep, an
hour before Her situation, the peril
that menaced her. belonged 10 an age
that lives to-day only In Scott and
Froissart Four or FIVE centuries be
fore her countryman Cervantes had
slain with a laugh the type Of man
who would gladly have aided her, and
would have seen nothing ridiculous
about H. Her ancestral home, the an
Client castle Of the seguras, was given
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A Man S Appeal.

Now, what does this mean?" she de
handed grimly, IN a swift glance TAX
ing account Of the evening clothes and
the trim. well set-up figure Of the man
who had wrenched the lock Of a door
out Of its frame. But. though she was
brave, she also took account Of the
pistol.
is IT money you want2'' she de-
manded with curl Of her lip. she
drew back against the bed Every
cent l have is on the dressing table.
Take it and go!"
The young man pushed his hat back
and mopped his brow with the back Of
IS hand
"No-no!' he protested. raising his
voice little I'm not a burglar
don't want your money"
She noticed that he was painting hard
and was very much more agitated than
she was. Even the pistol lost it's terror
Well, then-what do YOU WANT" she
cried
! He was about TO reply when the sound
Of the returning hunt reached his ears.
'Wait-wait" he begged. swiftly.
! They're coming here, They must not
search this room-do YOU understand
You must put them off, For pity's
sake he pleaded, you must put them
on, I'm not what you think I AMI
haven't done anything wronE-Tu ex-
plain afterward"' And he slipped be
hind the curtain Of the alcove as there
came an authoritative knock at the door
and the maid ran into the room, CRYING
Z In =
pened'"
pona Maria silenced her Her eyes
we're on the door and she was think
ing rapidly. According 70 those deeply
versed in human affairs the truth has
no particular accent Of its own. But
Dona Maria was not deeply versed in
these matters and she was a woman.
with a woman's swift, subconscious rea-
soning. He had told the truth-he was
a genueman-he was hunted and in
/ sore need Of a friend, and so was she.
a man would have considered only the
fact OF the shots. the pistol and the
! flight, and left it to a jury Of men. a
man judge and mans law TO sift out
| the rights Of the case
Bang-bangl a more violent assault
on the door
Anybody in here" demanded a deep
voice open the door"
A Woman S Way.
The maid shivered. implored the
Virgin 70 look out for her and turned
/ fearful questioning gaze on her mis-
/ tress
open H. Mia" was the quiet com
| mand The maid moved gingeriy up to
/ the door and Dona Maria took a last
quick glance at the curtains that hid
| the young man who fought with a pistol
/ in Broadway hotel. broke locks with
! his hands and had thrown himself on
/ her mercy
( Mia opened the door part way and
the houe detective. short, squat man
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Markhams and had invited him to
shoot 10 out
But Dona Maria did not know this.
As simply as the distressed damosel Of
Arthur's time she prayed for help, and
was sinking into the uncertain doze Of
the sorely troubled when romance an
swered the prayer
The silence OF the cloistraI corridor
was blasted with a sharp double crack
the reports Of two pistols coming as
closely together as you might snap the
third and fourth fingers Of your hand
Dona Maria sat up with a start
"Madre de Dios" came self
stranEled scream from the maids room.
What is it,"
There followed Instantly a soft thud'
ding Of running feet and a hand Vio-
lently shook her door. The Princess
sprang up with a frightened cry. flung
dressing gown about her and switched
on an acoVe light. The brass slot In
the door frame lesped out, a young
man darted inside. closed and bottled the
door, and stood crouched against Il,
painting. a pistol was ciutched In his
hand and a red trlckIe ran down and
drpped OF the barrel on to the red
carpet,
The Hunt.
"Madre de Dios," shrieked the maid
again
"Sh-h!' commanded the young man
al the door in a stern whisper. Keep
quiet-don't make any noise!"
The first shock Of the alarm past, the
Princess stepped out into the dim light
from the alcove. holding the dressing
gown closely about her She was a
true daughter Of romance, hot blooded
and courageous. with no more nerves"
than the mountains that guarded her
castle home
What do you WANT" she demanded.
advancing upon the intruder
For reply he waggled the pistol I'M
patiently and pressed his ear more
closely to the door a confused sound
Of voices and mighty running to and
fro came from the hall.
What's the haily row."
81 heard him-he ran past my door"
Anybody killed."
What the IS loose now"
81 was TWO HlOlH-l ntdfd etIl.
The GOODNESS with which he ignored
Ter presence and perfectly natural in.
ruiries as TO the cause ~ the intru-
lion hanished what little trace Of alarm
was In the Princess bosom and left
only indignation.
How dare you enter
'Sh-silencei" he interrupted, so
sharply that she oheyed through sheer
amazement Not a sound! DO you
understand"
bona Maria opened her lips to blast
him, to summon aid, but the huhbuh
without broke out anew and she lis
tened The steps and voices we're pass
ing the door.
ut was pistol tell YOU"
We'll, where'd he go?"
Look out on the fire escape. JIM
No, he's on this floor
How could he get downstairs. you
Ounce"
The hue and cry reached down the
hall and the Princess swept down upon
MIR Jarvis, who finally Strengthened up
and faced her
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be around at all.
[ always had a
headache and !
was so dizzy and
nervous that |
had no rest at
night The flash
rs Of heat We're so
% a d sometimes
that | did not
know what TO do
20 n e d ay a
friend advised me
TO take LYDIA +.
Pinkham's Vege 3
I A HE CgD7pouUG
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4 Short Story, Complete

less and triumphant with A weird
looking thing in one hand. 1t was
my transformation! She said she had
secured the country roundabout with
the opera glasses and had seen some
thing hanging on a bridal wreath
bush in the Harveys front yar5,
three houses down. and 1t looked like
hair to her, and It proved 10 be hair.
She added that Mrs. Harvey on the
front porch had seemed greatly in
terested i'm the proceedings Mrs
Harvey has always exclaimed pub
liCly about my wealth of beautiful
hair so | could imagine how pleased
she must have been