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The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-01
fO-DArs POEM
WAR IN A BOOK.

4F I love no warres, I love no jarres,
 Nor strife's fire; May discords cease; Let's live in peace;
 This I desire. If it must be } Warre we must see J (So fates conspire1s May we not feel The force of steel:
 This I desire. But in thy book When [ do look
 And it admire, Let Warre be there. But Peace elsewhere
 This I desire. -Thomas Jackson 61639.)
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-01
CERTILAX
The Certain Laxative

A harmless and sure remedy for Constipation, Torpid Liver. Headache, Biliousness, and Foul Breath Made from the formulae of a celebrated specialist of New York City. Do the work pleasantly-do ndt gripe. 10c, 25c, soc, At all drug stores or direct on receipt of price. Curts Chemical Go, TIT B. 24th St., New York
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-01
Rich choeo1at9. p3uddine.

Beat the yolka of three eggs until very light and thick, with half a cup of sugar, faHoring to taste, two oun- ces of sweet chocolate and half a cup. of chopped almonds. When thor oughIy mixed, stir in the whites of the eggs we'll beaten and pour the mixture into a buttered baking dishx Bake in a moderate oven from thirty to forty minutes. Serve with any light sauce
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-01
stnffe.l Cucaarnbet.a.

Stuffed cucumbers are made of firm, large encounters cut in two and freed from seeds and pulp. The pulp should be mixed with crumbs and seasoned thoroughly with butter. pep per and salt and then returned to the shells. Sprinkle the top with bread crumbs and brown In the oven In Ia pan in which a little water is put to. help cook the cuournbers.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-01
cHAPTERx

The Hundred Thousand Dollar Robbery. IT WANT the whole affair kept un-
 official and secret, said Harris.
 the bank manager.
 November Joe nodded He was eeated on the extreme edge Of a chair in the managers private office, looking cnriously out of place in that prim, richly furnished room.
 The truth is. continued Harris, stWe bankers cannot afford to have our GUS toner's minds unsettled. There are. as you know, Joe. numbers of small depositors. especially in the rural dds- tricts. who would be scared out of their seven senses if they knew that this in HernaI Cecil James Atterson had made
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-01
Corn and Cheese souffle.

Cook one tablespoonful chopped green pepper thoroughly in inc table spoonful melted butter Add one quarter cupfuI flour, two cupfuls milk stir and cook smooth. Add one cup fldI of grated cheese Remove from fire, add one cupfu1 corn, one-half teaspoonfuI salt. yolks of three, eggs and fold in stiff1y beaten whites. Bake in buttered baking dish in moderate oven thirty minutes. Serve at once.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-01
Faint Heart Win Not Win a Girl.
Dear Miss LIbbey:

Dear Miss L.ibbey:
 am 8 young man eighteen, never went with a girl in m3 life. 1T have asked several girls for their company but they all turned me down. am well Acquainted with girl near my age. She clerks in her fathers store. weuId like very much to go with her. She treats me fine in a business way. Please advise me as to the best plan to take with her How can I find out whether I can go or not be- fore | try don't want to get turned down by her. Thanks for your ad- vice.
 .'LIrFIIE JIM
 You cannot find out until you have the courage to go to her business place around the hour of closing, and broach the subject to her, if the oeca- sion is ripe. You might ask peTmis- sion to walk home with her. If she ragards you fayorably that is time to continue your quest. Few men have. not been turned down some time be- fore finding the one.'' Dear Miss Libbey:
 am a young girl and have been keeping company with a young man for some months when he asked me to marry him My parents consented and we were engaged to be married. My Aance called as usual and left me as nica as ever, and haven't seen or heard of him since. called upon his people and told them about it, but re- ceived no satisfaction, Now. Miss Libbey. I have other chances of keep ing company, but do not know If 1t is right or wrong Would you please advise me as to what should do and do you think 1t is wrong in keeping the ngagenent ring or not
 A young man who has treated his nancee so shabbi1y certainly forfeits her respect and consideration. You owe it to your womanIys pride to re- turn his betrothal ring without further ado. Y4u are fortunate in having other suitors to turn to, would ad-. wise you to waste no time on a tickle
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-01
MISS LIRBEY'S. REPLIES
 TO YOUR LETTERS

tcOFxect name and adtlrass must be given to insure afsezataon.
 but not to prfnt.s lAddreae letters to Laura Jean Lds. bey. s1s President sseeee.
 Brooklyn. N. x.l
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-01
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saddle.
 '.My dear" he said. you tried so hard to. be good when you really were good, that you became beauti- full! And you, Princess,'' he chirped, flying over to the Princess Heloise, you wished to be good and kept on trying. until you found that just try ing made you happy! You have both found out secret he continued, as he again perched himself on the tree; sIt is the secret of my song!'' And he sang sweet and clear: tIf you want to be happy, be good, be good! If you want to be beautiful, be good, be good!'
 Thank you, little birdg" said both Princesses, as they rode away, stwe shall always remember your song's
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-01

At a meeting in Cincinnati of. prom inent Masons from all over the coun- try, nationwide movement to se- cure funds to aid war sufferers in Flu rope was launched.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-01

When the near side stop regulations 20 into erect this usorning for Fifth avenue busts there will be three cor ners excepted in the general rule. These are the intersections Of a4th, 42nd and Eoth streets at Fifth avenue, where crosstoWn cans tend to congest t3af17c
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-01

J. s. Boyd, captain of the Southern
 Pacific steamer Momus, running from I New Orleans to New York, was lost at i sea- It is supposed that he fell over l board.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-01

The Boston Daily Advertiser and the Boston Evening Record win pass into the hands Of Charles g. Bird. re- gently of New York today.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-01

Ala
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-12-01
CUTTlNG GUIDE

Aa IIiustratsd tlis waist is made
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-24

subject under such circumstances,
especially when SO challenged, but
Aunt Bridget, without waiting for my
reply. proceeded to indicate the sub
stance of my husbands letter.
From this | gathered that he had
chosen Cprobahly "a save his pridel II
set down my resist; nee to ignorance
of the FIRST conditions of matrimony,
and had charged my father first ami
Aunt Bridget afterWard with doing
him shocking injustice in permit
ting me to be married to him without
telling me what every girl who be-
comes a wife ought 10 know.
But, good gracious" said my Aunt
Bridget, who would have imagined
you didn't know. ! thought every girl
in the world knew before she put Up
her hair and came out of short frocks
My Betsy did. I'm sure of that, And
TO think that Nou-you whom we
thought SO cute, so cunning
Mary O'Neill. I'm asian ed of you. |
really. really am, Why YOU goose
tAunt Bridget was again trying 10
laugh. how did YOU suppose the
world went on?'
The coarse ridicule of what was
supposed to be my maidenly modesty
cut be like a knife, but l could not
permit myself TO explain, so my Aun;
Bridget ran on talking.
Il see how it has been It's the
fault of that Reverend Mother at the
convent What sort Of a woman is
she2 Is she d woman at all Won
der, or only a piece Of Stucco th9t
oueht 10 be put up in a church cor
ner To think she could have ylI
nine years and never say one word
about Well. WELL What has
she been doing with you2 Talking
about the mysteries. suppose
prayers and retreats and noVenaS, ana
the spiritual bridegroom and the rest
of II, while all the while But
you must put the convent out Of your
head, my sirl You are married
woman nov. You've Cot to think Of
your husband and a husband isn't 4
spiritual bridegroom. l can tell you.
He's flesh and blood that's what a
husband IS and YOU cant expect him
tc spend his time talking about eter-
nifty and the rosary. Not on his we'd
ding day. anyway"
! was hot IN my absurd embarr s.
meut, and l dare say my face was
scarlet, but Aunt Bridget showed me
Eo mercy.
The way YOU have behaved is too
silly FOR anything II really
is 4 husbands husband, and d
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stroked his long brown beard with
the other and then in the half
reprOving tone which a Sunday
school teacher might have used to a
hayward child. he began to tell me
what the consequences would be if
persisted in my present conduct.
They would be serious. The law
was very clear on marital rights. If
a wife refused to live with her hus-
band, except on a plea of cruelty or
something equally plausible, he could
apply to the court and compel her to
do so; and if she declined, if she
removed herself from his abode, or
having removed, refused to return,
the court might punish her-it might
even imprison her
SO you see, the man is the top
dog in a case like this, my dear, and
he can compel the woman to obey
him"
DO YOU mean" l said that he
can use force to compel herr"
Reasonable force, yes. I think
that's so. And quite right, too, when
YOU come to think of it. The woman
has entered into a serious contract,
and il is the duty of the law to see
that she fulflls the conditions of it,"
To Be Continued Tomorrow.
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quiet In which assumed that my
husband was writing his letter. Then
| heard a bell ring somewhere in the
corridor. and shortly afterward there
was second voice in the sitting
room, but could not hear the words
thai were spoken. | suppose it was
Hobsons low voice, for after another
short interval Of silence there came
the thrum and throb OF motor car
and the rumble OF India rubber
wheels on the wet gravel OF the court
yard I'm front of the hotel
Then my husband knocked ~ my
door again.
I've written that letter and Hobsou
Is waiting to take IT, Your father
will probably get It before ne goes To
bed II VIII be a bad break on the
festivities he was preparing for the
village people But YOU arc stiH OF
the same mind. ! SUPPOSE
! did not speak. but / rose and
went over to the window For some
reason difficult to explain that refer
ence 20 the festivities had cut me to
the quick.
My husband must have been FUN
ing az my apparent indifference and
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Thirty eighth Chapter.

TIME moon had died out; a new
day had dawned: the sea wa
lying as quiet as a sleeping
child. far out on the level horizon the
sky was crimsoning before the rising
sun. and clouds OF white sea- gulls
were swirling and iabbering above
the rocks in the harbor below the
house before | lay down to sleep.
/ was awakened by hurried knock
ing at my door and by an impatient
voice crying
Mary Mary. Get up, Let me i'm
II was Aunt Bridget, who had ar
rived in my husbands automobile.
When | opened the door to her. she
came sailing INFO the room with her
new h3lf-moon bonnet a little awry.
IA If she had put IL on hurriedly H.
the aim light of early morning, ana.
looking at me with her cold gray eyes
behind their gold-rimmed SpectaCles
she began to lombard me with min
gled ridiCule and indignant protest
Goodness me girl what's all this
fuss about, You little simpleton. .ell
me what has happened!
She was laughing I had hardly
ever heard Aunt Bridget laugh before
But her VeN3t.0n soon got the better
of her merriment
His lordships letter arrived IN The
middle OF the night and nearly fright
.ucd as eat OF our sen.es Your IA
lher WAS sCr coming away straight
and t would have been worse for you
il he had But | said No. this is
work FOR a woman; III GO and here
! am. And NOW coll me. what in the
name Of goodness does this ridiculous
trouble mean"
Il was hard to say anything on such
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have child, son, to carry on the
family.
DO you mean to disappoint him
after all he has done for you? 1t
would be too silly, too stupid, You'd
be the laughing stock of the whole
island. So get up and get dressed
and be ready and willing to go with
his lordship when he sails by this
afternoons steamer"
Il can't" ! said.
You can't? You mean you won't? o.
Very well, Auntie, ! won't"
At that Aunt Bridget stormed at
me for several minutes, telling me
that if my stubborn determination
not to leave the island with my hus-
band meant that | intended to re-
turn home she might inform me at
once that | was not wanted there and
need not come.
I've enough on my hands in that
house already, what with Betsy I'M
married, and your father doing moth
ing for her, and that nasty Messy
Macleod making up TO him. You un-
grateful minX!'You are running every
thing! After all I've done for you
too! But no matter. II YOU will
make your bed | shall take care that
you lie on it."
With that, and the peak of her
halfmoon bonnet almost dancing
over her angry face, Aunt Bridget
tlounced out of my room,
Half an hour afterward, when
went into the sitting room, found
my fether's advocate Mr. Curphy
waiting for me. He looked down at
me with an indulgeut and significant
smile, which brought the color rush
ing back to my face, put me to sit
by his side touched my arm with one
of his large white clammy hands
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-24
Heard Bell Ring.

continued 20 ait silent and mo-
tionless
Il dnresay We shall both he laughed
at, but / can not help that. We can't
possibly live together on terms like
these
Another wave Of JOY oourscd
through me
Anyhow intend TO know before
leave the island how things are TO DO
I'm not going TO take YOU away until
| get some satisfaction. You under
stand %"
| listened. almost without breath
ing, but did not reply.
nm thinking Of writing a letter to
YOUR father. and sending Hobson with
II IN the car Immediately, DO you
hear me ?"
YES
Well YOU know what your father
is Unless I'm much mistaken he's
not man to lave much patience with
your romantic, semi religious
sentiments Are you quite satisfied -
quite"
VERY well! That's what I'll do.
then"
After this there was a period OF
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felt as il | could see him looking at
mo, passionate and proud
Between the lot of you | think
you've done me a great injustice.
Have Nou nothing to say ."
Even then ! did not answer
"AlI right As you please"
few minutes afterward | heard
the motor car turning and driving
away
The wind had fallen, the waves
We're rolling irto the hHrbor with that
monotonouS moan which is the sea :
memory of a storm, and a full moon,
like a white-robed queen, was riding
through a troubled sky.
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To Be Continued To-morrow.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-24
Thirty seventh Chapter.

- ONE further time passed, sat
by The nreless CRATE with my
chin la my hand II the storm
outside was still raging I did not
hear 1t. was listening to the con
fused sounds that came from the sit
ting room,
My husband was pacing to and fro.
muttcring uaths knocking against the
furniture breaking things At one
moment there was crash Of glass, az
II he had helped himself TO brandy
and then In his ungovernahle passion
flung the decaHter into the fire CRATE.
Somebody knocked at the sitting
room. II must have heen waiter,
for through the wall heard the NUT
fed sound Of voice asking II there
had been an accident. Nv husband
swore at the man and sent him off
Hadn't he told him not 10 come until
he was rung for
At length, after half an hour per
haps my husband knocked at the door
OF my little room
Are you there" he asked
| made no answer.
open the door"
| sat motionless
"You needn't be afraid. I'm not go
ing TO do anything, I've something 4,
SAY"
Still made no reply My husband
went away for a moment and then
came back
III YOU are determined not to open
the door | mast say what I've got To
say from here, Are you listeningH'
sitting painfully rigid. | answered
that | was.
Then he told me that what was
doing would entitle him TO annul our
marrlaRe--in the eyes OF the church,
at all events
II he thought that threat would in
timidate me he was mistaken wave
OF secret Joy courscd through me.
1T won't matter much to mc-Ill
take care Il wont--but II will be a
degrading business for YOU invalid
tty and oil that Are YOU prepared
for ID p"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-24
To.DAY'S INsTALLMENT.
My Honeymoon
Thirty. sixth chspter-continusd

Thirty. sixth Chspter-Continusd.
Once more No took hold of me. ~
II to draw me back. kissing my hands
as he did 70. but his gross mIEinter-
probation ~ my resistance and the
immoral position he was putting me
into were sitting me, and | cried
No, I win not Don't you see that
hate and loathe you?"
There could be no MISLEADING me
This time The truth had fallen on
my husband with shock ! think y
was the last thing his pride had cx-
pected Ills face became shockinEiy
distorted Hut after y moment, re-
covering himself with a cruel laugh
that made my hot blood run cold. he
said
Nevertheless, you shall do as !
wish, You are my wife. and as such
you belong 20 me The Laws allows me
10 compel you and | N'I'
The words went shriekinF through
and through me He WAS coming to-
ward me ~ ith uutstretched arms, his
teeth set, aud pupils fixed. In the
Drunkenness 81 his rage he was
laughing trutally
But all my fear had left me felt
an almost murderous impulse.
wanted 10 strike him on the face.
m you attempt to touch me viii
throw myself out the window ! said
mo fear OF that he said catch
ing me quickly IN his arms.
IF you do not take your hands of
me IN ahriek the house down I
cried
That was enough. lie let me 60
and dropped back from me. At the
next moment was breathing with q
sense Of freedom Without resist
ance on my husbands part entered
the little bedroom 10 the left and
locked the door behind me
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wife's a wife The wife has to obey
her husband. OF course she has.
Every Wife has to. Some don't like
it. | can't say that liked il very
much myself But to think of any
body objecting. Why. its shocking!
Nobody ever heard of such a thing"
| must have flushed up to my fore
head, for | became conscious that in
my Aunt Bridget's eyes there had
been a kind of indecency in my con-
duct.
But. come she said, I'VE must be
sensible It's timidity, that's what
it is. was little timid myself
when | was first married, but l soon
got over it. Once get over your
timidity and YOU viii be all right.
Sakes alive, yes, you'll be as happy
as the day is long, and before this
time tomorrow you'll wonder what
on earth you made all this fuss
bout
I tried To say that what she pre-
dicted could never be- because Is did
not love my husband, and therefore
but my Aunt Bridget broke in
on me. saying:
Mary ONenl, don't be a fool Your
maiden days are over now, and you
ought to know what your husband
viii do il YOU persist"
Jumped at Thought.
l jumped at the thought that she
meant he would annul our marriage.
but that was not what she was think
ing of.
Hell find somebody else that's
what he'll do. Serve you right too.
Noull only have yourself to blame for
it, Perhaps you tSiuk youH be able
TO do the same. but YOU won't. Wom-
en can't He'll be happy enough, and
you'll be the only one to suffer, so
don't make a fool OF yourself Accept
the situation. You may not like your
husband too much, ] can't say liked
the Colonel particularly. He took
snuff. and no woman in the world
could keep him in clean pocket
handkerahiefs, But when a sensible
person has got something at stake,
she puts up with things. And that's
what You must do. He who wants
fresh eggs must raise his own chick
ems You know"
Aunt Bridget ran on for some time
longer telling me of my fathers
anger, which was not matter for
much surprise. seing how he had
built himself upon my marriage, and
how he had expected that | should
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TheWomanTho
GaveSt Me
BY HALL GAME.

Copyright. 1919, by Hearsrs Magazine
Copyright. 1919. by Hearst Magazine,
Copyright IN Great Britain Copyright
1919. by J. b. Lippincott Company.
The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1914-05-06
MORE TROOPS READY
FOR TRIP TO MEXICO
Transports Ordered to Be in
Readiness to Sail

Galveston, Texx May 6.-The Gal
weston water front is humming with
preparations to embark more troops
for Mexico.
Just when the order will come fol-
the troops to go aboard the four
army transports here is not known at
headquarters, but instructions have
been given to the quartermasters de-
partment to have the transports load.
ed with supplies and ready for sailing
by Friday
General Davis, in command of the
Second division of the army at Texas
City, has two brigades--the Fourth
and Sixth-ready at the bugle call to
break camp and sail for Vera Cruz.
Secretary Garrison has not desig.
mated which of these infantry organ.
izations will be sent to reinforce Brig.
adler General Funston. :,
The four transports, the Meade.
Sumner, Mcclellan and Fitzpatrick,
scarcely had swung alongside their
piers after their trip from Vera Cruz
when scores of cleaners were put to
work securing the ships and putting
them in condition to take on more
troops. t----..s.
The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1914-05-06
STORM AND FLOODS
IN The SOUTHWEST ] \: s.
Number Of Lives Lost and
Many Persons Injured.

Oklahoma City, Okla, May Give
lives were lost, scores were injured
twelve large railroad bridges over the
South Canadian and Cimarron rivers
in Oklahoma were swept away with q
property loss which will exceed $500,
900, crops were destroyed for 4Ol
miles along the Canadian and 3Ol
miles along the Cimarron river, train
service was paralyzed for two days
and telegraph and telephone service
to large, section between the two
rivers was cut off.
This was the toll of the floods which
rushed down the two most treacher
GUS streams In Oklahoma.
The dead are w. F. Werner, bridge
superintendent Rock Island railway
Ell Reno, Okla; Ed Riley, Ell Reno
bridge carpenter: two daughters o.
Perry Bright, Two Points, Okla; Ed
Gerry, bridge worker:
Dallas, Tex, May 6.--More fatal
tiles may result among the twenty
persons injured at Maud and the
twenty-five at Terry in the cyclone
which killed four persons at Maui
and wiped out both Texas towns.
Tropical rains, which followed thu
cyclone, sent streams out of theil
banks. Interurban and electrical
railway traffic was badly crippled.