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closet, her sympathy went out to this
woman in swift understanding. A men,
tai picture flashed before her-of her
self standing in courtroom before a
jury. The judge, the lawyers, the sea
of faces below-the elearness and vivid
ness of the picture brought with it a
rush of. terror. She covered her face
with her hands
A crash from the room outside! A
sound of breaking glass, and then a
storm of oaths.
She shivered and huddled closer to
the closet wall Why was it that pro-
family always made her sick and faint ?
She was not religious woman. 1t was
not a feeling of sacrilege, or outraged
piety; she had none of that. And yet it
always terrified her-made her blood
run cold.
Another crash and another storm Of
oaths It did not occur to her to won
der what he had broken. She was only
wondering vaguely If it was the words
or the passion in his voice that chilled
her so. Would any other words, hissed
out with that fury and violence, have
the same effecti If he should swear in
some unknown language-she felt it
would be the same. And if the same
oaths were spoken in a soft, gentle
voice? She found herself trying to fit
them to the tune of a soothing old
Methodist hymn
She was growing cramped sitting like
that. She tried to change her position.
There was something hard and uneven
on the floor under the cloak. She drew
it out 1t was too dark to see, but she
knew by the feel that it was one of his
bedroom slippers. With quick revul-
sion she threw it from her. Oh, how
she hated him! Hated everything that
belonged to him! She could not bear it
any longer. She would go away-any-
where Anything would be better than
this constant, feverish, burning hatred
that was consuming the best OF her,
poisoning her nature-bringing out all
the wickedness that was in her.
She would go away at once-tonight,
and begin a new life. Whatever the
hardship. there would not be the abas-
ing degradation OF this. What if she did
have to work? She would be free
free The whole world lay before her
"a world of freedom. Why had she
not gone long ago? For four years she
had endured this life with him-and she
might have been free!
From her cramped position she rose
to her knees and then to her feet, turned
the key in the door, opened it softly,
and listened. The sound of heavy
breathing came from his room. She had
no fear of waking him now. He was
a wine-drugged sleep.
The clock in the library struck the
half hour-half past one. With feverish
haste she slipped into a dark travelling
suit, heavy walking shoes, a small, close
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the hrst train out. and let Fate decide il
for her.
And then came the thought that il
was from the Grsnd Central that she
had started four years before on her
wedding trip. No, no, she could not
leave from there.
A car was coming now. South
Ferry" read the. sign in 'front.' South
Ferryl She would 60 to cortIandt
Street Ferry, take the first boat tc Jer-
sey City, and start from the depot there.
The car was empty but for man dcz-
ing at the far end. The conductor look
ed at her euriously as he tonk her fare.
Now and then another car passed them,
empty. or with only one or two rassen-
gers.
At Cortlandt street she left the car
and hurried over to the dimly lii, barn
like station. The place was deserted
save for a porter who was sprinkl.ng the
floor with wet sawdust. She went over
to him.
How often do the ferries run nowT
Every half hour, miss; but there's
such a fog it's likely to be longer be-
fore the next is in. Ones just left"
Disheartened, she took a seat by a
window overlooking the dock. Through
the dust-smesred glass she caught a
glimpse of the black water outside, lit
up by dim red light from the wharf.
In the distance loomed the dark. shad-
owy hulks Of anchored boats. There
was something weird and ghostly about
it all She decided to wait here until
dawn The thought OF crossing that
black river alone filled her with fear.
And, besides, there would probably be
no trains she would get until morning.
She was very tired. and her head was
aching nova dull, heavy ache. She
leaned back and closed her eyes. A pic
ture of a luxurious bedroom came be-
fore her. There was bed with silken
covers, a soft negligee thrown over a
chair, and a pair of fur-lined slippers.
With an effort she opened her eyes and
drove the picture from her mind.
She must try to think of the thing
that lay before her now. Again and
again she tried to force her mind to i'm
mediate plans, but her thoughts wan
dered She could not hold them.
The porter was sweeping near her.
She went over to the other end of the
station. In spite OF the wet sawdust
sprinkled over the floor, the air was
thick with dust. A damp, inssnitary
odor hung about The silence and emp
tineSs of the place were emphasized by
the hollow, echoing sound that came
now and then as the porter's broom hit
against a seat or pushed a spitroon
aside. He finished at last. took UP the
dirt in a battered dustpan, and disap-
peared through = door near the ticket
window.
There was something almost CHASTITY
about the long row of empty seats.
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DIDN'T LIKE THE WAY.

The bank at Pelham City had been
opened for about six months. when old
Jim Crawford walked in one dav and
made a deposit Of $50 He looked around
in a dissatisfied way and growIed and
muttered TO himself about new-fangled
notions. but finally took his passbook
and left, and IL was three months be-
fore he was seen again. Then one fore
noon he entered the town on horseback.
whooped. and. fiourishing a gun in either
hand. and dismounting at the bank. he
entered with a yell and pointing his
weapon at the cashier. shouted:
Come right down. old man. or OF
goes the top of your head"
What do you want Mr.. Crawford
was the polite query
SO you know me. eh?''
"Of course. Want some money"
That's what I want. and you shell out
or I'll load you up with lead"
How much. Mr.. Crawford"
Thirty dollars"
You can have fifty If you want y. as
that is the sum to your credit Just
make a check. will you?'
What's a check?"
Why. I'll fll in this. and you sign it."
And don't I shoot"
Not a shot. Just sign your name
there"
Say. I don't understand" exclaimed
the old man as he backed OF. Pm here
to hold this bank up for $50"
But you don't have to. Just sign this
check and I'll hand over your money"
And I don't yell nor shoot?"
No"
And the sheriff don't come after me-
No. Put your name to this"
Il can't do it-can't do il. nohov,' said
the old man. with a choke in his voice
IF that's the new way Of doln' things
I'm out OF It. I want my money. but
want it the old way
We'll. nave it tine old way then
The old man tramped forward to the
cashiers window, rested the muzzle Of
his gun on the ledge and yelled out:
Come down or you ar a dead man"
"Certainly-heres thirty"
"And-and is that all there is to it?''
That's all"
Then I'll be hanged if want it," he
said as he threw the money back and
went outdoors and sat down on a barrel
OF sugar in front Of a grocery and shed
tears.
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By CATHERINE COOPE.

(CoTyright. l9l4l
Robina wept long and copiously when.
upon coming down to her little drawing
room, she discovered that her brown
leather bag had been stolen. She had re-
membered, as she awakened. that she
had not thought to take it upstairs with
her when she had retired the night be-
fore, and now-it was gone. Some one
had taken it from the center table upon
which she had placed it after coming in
from a shopping trip.
The girl did not regret the loss of some
so or more, nor the stealing OF her
bunch of keys, but she did mind, and she
wept over, the theft of her notebook. In
II were all the plots and suggestions for
stories that she had collected since begin
ming her literary career.
The room in which she had left her
bag was a front one and opened on to
a small balcony that ran along the en-
tire row of boarding houses. Either a
thief had entered by that means during
the night Or? Robina rebelIed at the
suspicion that one OF the three men who
had been calling on her the evening be-
fore had taken it.
1t was quite true that she knew moth
ing whatever OF the character Of any of
the three visitors. Robina had been in
troduced to them while at the boarding
house next door, and they had stepped
over the low balcony raining and into her
own drawing room. She had enjoyed
laughing with them and regretted the en-
forced suspicion under which she must
hold them
However, her notebook was gone. and
there seemed little use crying over ii.
She must try to remember all the plots
she had written down, though she realized
that it would be difficult. A few weeks
ago she had been inspired by a sugges-
course, were put down for future refer
ence In vain did Robina search her tired
mind for the peculiarly interesting
thoughts that had come to her brain,
but they seemed not to be registered
there as they had been jotted down hur-
riedly in her notebook.
Il only hope" unused Robina. that a
literary person does not get a look at
my notes or my perfectly good ideas
will be stolen"
1t was that very thing, however, that
apparently did happen
After a mueh-needed rest to her over
worked brain Rotina returned from
short trip into the Maine woods It was.
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That is. II one wants to borrow a hat
a dress, pair OF gloves, a cloak or any
other article Of wearing apparel FOR the
street or theater. she feels free to ask
for II. or 10 take il if the owner hap
pens to be out The question of etiquette
comes in only when the cook wants 10
borrow the star-boarders pink silk eve
ming dress.
Upon the advent OF a new boarder the
landlady should. Il ii be a man. escort
him into the dlninE-rom and say: Ia
dies and gentlemen. this is Mr.. ]. Jones
who has paid me week in advance ar4
can therefore be accepted as a gentle
man and millionaire" In the case OF
a woman, she should seat her in the
parlor and call all the other women
down and say: Permit me 10 Introduce
Miss lawson. who has seven dresses
four hats and the pawn tickets for 500
worth Of jewelry and therefore belongs
to one Of the oldest families in the
State"
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BOARDING HOUSE ETIQUETTE.

Never pass your plate the second time
not forbid this. the landlady probably
will
Good form allows bringing little deli
cacies Of your own to the table SO does
the landlady. She wouldn't object II YOU
brought enough 10 make you full meal
In refusing dish you do rot care for.
the proper words 20 use are No. thank
you" with a pleasant smile Never say
Nit. on your life" with a knowing wink
to the boarders right and LETT.
As to taking dessert from the table Il
your room. that is not a question Of So
cial etiquette. You won; do it more
than once before the laadIady will call
on you and settle the matter
While etiquette does no; saw whether
It is proper to lead the rush into the
dining-r0om or to follow II. I should say
lead II hungry-follow Il not.
It is good form. but still not absolutely
necessary. FOR every boarder to present
the landIadv with his or her photograph
to embellish the family album. Bills
will be rendered weekly Jus: the same.
and the star boarder has the right to
criticise al pictures
The etiquette Of the average boarding
house does not demand that each and
every hoarder meet the letter carrier at
the door and paw over al letters and
read ,re pOstaI>. but II Is better to con-
form TO the custom and not be looked
upon IS eccentric.
WI a trunk arrives at a boarding
house in advance of a hoarder il is con-
sidered good form for every one in the
house to rush down int the har and in
terview the eNpressma7. After he has
told all ne knows the rest can be sur
missed and guessed at
No true lady or gentleman, paying S
PER week for board, will think of accept
ing an invitation out 10 dinner without
consulting the landlady and demanding
4 reduction OF at least :" cents for that
week. The landlady has got TO figure
on the hash and the boarder has to fgure
on the rhino and it should be a mutual
thing
1t has always been considered perfect
good form for the inmates of a board
ing house. especially the females. to criti-
else each other. Criticism can begin ut
bleaChed hair and work clear down u
big feet. As long as everybody is sure
to come in for it, and no one allowed
to escape. all are served alike and there
can he no cause OF complaint
1t is ruleable and also quite proper
for one bOarder to attempt 10 borrow
money Of another. II is seldom or neye-
anything beyond an attempt. and Is
looked upon as a part of the general
situation. II is only a boarder who has
never had any social advantages or ac-
quired any worldly wisdom to speak OF
who expects that a plea for a loan will
meet with success.
Since the bicycle entered society a few
new rules have been established to meet
the emergency. One is that every lady
boarder is privileged 10 accept an in
vitation to the theater with any man
who rides the wheel. and the other is
that all wheels can be left in the parlo-.
Scattered around the stuffed chairs they
add variety to the scenery and bring
out all the uniqueness.
A fraternal spirit should and generally
does exist in every frst-class boarding
house. especially among the women.
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tuPban and veil; wrote a hurried note
saying she was leaving because she
hated and loathed him. that it would be
futile to. follow her-she would never
return; swept her jewels and few
toilet things from her dressing table into
a small satchel-and she was ready.
At the door of her room she paused
for last glance. The warmth and lux
ury OF it struck her with q new note
the bed with its silken covers, the soft
negligee on a chair near by, the fur
lined slippers.
But from the next room the heavy
breathing rose suddenly TO a snore-s
hoarse, cultural snore Her face hard
ened. Without another glance back she
passed out into the hall.
The narrow, yault-like corridor
stretched out long and shadowy before
her. She must not ring for the elevator,
she must try to get down without letting
the bell boy or night clerk see her. One
flight after another she crept down the
stairs. At each landing stretched out
another long. dimly lit hall.
From the top of the last fight she
could see down into the Office The night
clerk was writing with his back toward
her, but the bell boy was reading near
the elevator. She could not pass him
without being seen. If some one would
only come in to be taken up, she could
slip out while the elevator was gone.
1t was very late-after 4. But there was
always some one coming in. The ele-
vator ran all night She leaned back
against the wall to wait She could not
be seen from below, and no one would
come up the steps. Above her stretched
a great shaft OF darkness around which
wound the stairs. The stiffness was
that peculiar stiffness OF a great build
ing at night The occasional stirring
Of the elevator boy or the rustic Of
papers by the night clerk seemed only
to accentuate it.
The outside door opened now, and a
mar came in, entered the elevator, and
was taken up. The clerk was engrossed
with his writing and did not turn
around. Hurriedly she slipped past him
and out the door. The wind struck her
with its piercing cold She shivered and
turned down the dark street to the car
line. TIE cars ran all night, sic knew,
but not very frequently, and there was
none in sight now. Everything was
closed except the drug store on the cor
ner. Its green and blue bottles gave
a touch of cheer to the dreary. deserted
street.
As she waited for a car in the shelter
of dark doorway. she tried to form
some plan for her immediate destination.
Her only thought was to get away from
New York and hide in some other large
city. But where? Did it matter much
where? Just now her mind seemed to
shirk any definite planning. She would
go to the Grand Central Station, take
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Then IT came to her with sudden, sick
ening force-what this going away
would mean. The wearing of ehe1p,
coarse clothes and the doing without
things that she had always had. And
work-work-workI And what could
she do? She would probably be cap
able Of earning less than the woman op-
posite. She had less strength, less en-
durance, and certainly less knowledge of
work There was not one thing she
knew that would have any marketable
value Ease and idleness had been her
birthright.
She caught glimpse of her own face
in the mirror of slot machine near by.
How old she looked 1t was the loss of
sleep, the mental and physical strain.
How mercilessly it told upon her.
Again she looked at the woman oppo-
site. It would be only little while be-
fore she would look as old. She thought
Of the massage, the baths, the drives, the
long hours of sleep-of all the time and
money that was required to keep her
youth. How long would it last under
hardships, privations, and ceaseless
work? That was what freedom would
mean-a pitiful struggle for existence
and fastened ole age.
A man standing near was Carrying a
bundle wrapped in a newspaper. She
caught the Aaring headlines: Gould
not find work-she killed herself! Well
educated woman Had been looking
weeks for work. Shot herself in a cheap
lodging house on Sec nj svenuer'
She did not stop to anslyze the feeling
of terror, of cold, paralyzed terror that
swept over her; the impulse to rush
back to her home, to that place OF Sc
curity and protection. She never knew
Just how she recrossed the ferry. She
had only vague memories of it here and
there; OF getting a cab on the other side,
of bribing the cabman, and of the fast,
whirling ride back through the city.
When at last she stood at the door of
her apartment, she was trembling so she
could hardly turn the knob. II it should
be too late! II he had read her note!
a close odor OF stale tobacco met her,
the pale, sickly glow OF electric lights
against the daylight, and the heavy, reg
ular breathing from his bedroom. She
could have shrieked aloud with relief.
He was still asleep, the note unopened,
everything as she had left it.
With feverish haste she tore up the
note. turned of the lights, and opened a
window. In her own room she threw
of her clothes, took a quick, warm
shower. and slipped into a silken neg
ligee. Oh. the ease and comfort and
luxury of it all She would never Try
to leave again. Her effort TO break
away had only shown her the strength
of the bonds, and her own helplessness.
And with a shuddering sob she crept
into bed, and stretched her tired, ach-
ing limbs under the soft linen sheets.
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LOOKING FOR HIS TWENTY.
THIRD.
RN VI. GLAD.

We shouldn't have suspected that the
man in the smoking car with long hair
and a big hat and a fierce expression Of
countenance was a Western terror IL he
hadn't given the fact away himself. He
looked Just like scores of other local
travellers in the Far West, and no one
had given him any particular attention,
when he rose up and uttered a whoop
and added:
It's my time o. day fur killin' a man!
Is thar anybody in this car who'll look
cross-eyed at me and gimme an excuse
for sheddin' his blood?'
No one accepted the invitation. We
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yea, mother of the slain woman, says
her daughter had been suffering from
malaria for the past few weeks.
The Duryea Tragedies.
Two other recent tragedies have
darkened the history OF the noted
Duryea family of Long Island, of
which Mrs. Bailey was a member: She
yea of Hampstead, who is related to
the wealthy Duryea family that for
more than q generation has been
identified with the manufacture Of
starch in this city.
General Hiram Duryea. to whom
Mrs. Bailey was related. was shot to
death on the morning Of May last
by his son, Chester, who had gone in
sane. General Duryea, wealthy manu-
facturer and commander of the ia
nous war regiment. Duryea's Zouaves,
was killed while asleep in his home at
Bay Ridge.
The son, Chester Duryea, had be-
trayed signs of insanity for some time
prior to the killing but was not be-
lieved to be so irrational that he would
slay anyone, especially his father. AZ
ter the shooting Chester Duryea, who
is 43 years old, became violent in the
Raymond street Jail and was removed
to Bellevue hospital in a straight
! jacket Later he was declared to have
killed his father when insane and was
ordered removed to the Matteawan
asylum for the criminal insane.
The other 'ragedy was almost
equally dramatic and followed the
marriage of Mrs. Eta II. Terry Dur
yea to Jack johnson, the negro cham
pion heavyweight prize fighter They
were married secretly in Pittsburg on
Jan. IS, 1911. About year later the
authorities of Pittsburg discovered
| that a proper return Of the license
had not been made and they threat
ened prosecution Mrs Duryea-John-
sons father died OF q broken heart
over her disgrace. Some time later
while johnson was making merry
with q party OF gay friends in the
| Cafe d'Champion owned by him in
Chicago. his wife shot and killed her.
SELF
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Alleged Jointists Assault
Preacher ut West Mineral.
Columbus Reformer in Serious
Condition as Result.
'ON 4 TEMPERANCE CRUSADE
Governor Hodges Sends As
sistant Attorney General.
Thorough Investigation of Con.
ditiOns in Cherokee.

Ofi1cers of the Citizens league of
Cherokee county appealed to Govern
or Hodges for assistance today as the
result of the assault by alleged joint
lists upon a Columbus minister. The
assault occurred on the streets of
West Mineral Wednesday night Gov
ernor Hodges directed w. p. Mont
gomery, an assistant attorney general,
to investigate the case and he will
leave this afternoon for Cherokee
county.
The outbreak in Cherokee county is
southeastern Kansas by Columbus
ministers and temperance advocates.
The Cherokee County Citizens league
has waged warfare against the joints
in Columbus, West Mineral and other
towns in the county.
Gang Assaulted Him.
Last night, according to the telegram
received by Governor Hodges, Column
bus minister was attacked by a gang
or alleged JOintists and was severely
beaten. The telegram says the minis
ter is in a danger condition. His name
is not given.
B. H. Holt, president, and T. NJ Lo-
gan. secretary Of the Citizens League,
sent the telegram. asking that the gov
ernor take a hand in the Cherokee
county situation. The immediate ap-
pointment Of a special attorney gen.
eral for the county was asked. After
stating that the Columbus minister had
been dangerously injured, the telegram
concludes y stating that Official in
difference" characterizes the attitude
OF the local law enforcement officers
I'VE will investigate the Cherokee
county case thoroughly" said Governor
Hodges after a conference with Mont
gOmery. IT have asked Mr.. Mont
gomery to go to Columbus and have
wired the officers Of the league that he
will be on the job tomorrow morning. %
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BAsEBALL TO-DAY.


Western.
Wichita at Topeka. clear, $50 p. a.
Des Moines at Sioux City. clear.
Omaha at St. Joseph, clear.
Denver at Lincoln. clear.
National.
Cincinnati at Chicago. clear, 3 p. m.
Philadelphia at Boston, rain.
Brooklyn at New York, clear.
AmeFlcon.
Cleveland at Detroit, clear
New York at Washington, cloudy.
Boston at Philadelphia, 2, clear; nrDts
AS p. m.
Association.
Indianapolis at Cleveland. clear.
Minneapolis at Milwaukee, clear.
p. m.
Columbus at Louisville, clear.
Federal.
Chicago at Indianapolis. clear.
st. Louis at Kansas City. clear.
Baltimore at Pittsburg, clear.
Buffalo at Brooklyn, clear.
Wherc They Play Friday.
Denver ut Lincoln.
Wjchita at Topeka.
Omaha at st. Joseph.
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