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The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-01-01
]. w. Richardson, M. D. v
VETERINARY SURGEON
All Calls answered day or night
POWELL LIVERY BARN, MALTA

The depot is now remodeled and
completed and does not look near as
bad rs one might think it would. A
little changing in building and the
covering mp of The old barn-red paint
has added much to the appearance of
this building.
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-01-01
LOCAL NEWS
Malta Markets.

Furnished by Agent Chas. Christie
corrected every Thursday noon..l
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27
BY MABEL HERBERT URNER

rr berar warrep scoyled at
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the nlll ne hau JUST oPeHeu'
Six dollars FOR electric hSht'
Isn't that pretty stifT'
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well we use too much light any
how No need keepinr that light
hur,irg T., ths hol, al, .yo,t,c ra,,,
get any uSht anyway, through these
silk shades you've stuck on every
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hate Rlarfns liebt"
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over small Nm ~, 70 $1,000
most Senerous ahout 90" sua a"iS
expenses. but tonight ne was nIajni,'
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27

What has Mary been doing ,ou
dear?" said my mother.
Don't ask me what she has ho.-
doing. You know quite well or e
you don't you ought to-"
My mother glanced at the aovo..
and she seemed to understand wba.
bad happened, for her face fell 90
she said, submissively:
Mary has done wrong. but
sure she is sorry and will nevsr \. !.
again" ~ It
Sorry, indeed" cried INV or..
Not she sorry. And she'll do n agair
al the very next opportunity. yon
vixen! The little wilful, underban.
vixeni But what wonder II ob,ls.-~
go wrong when their own mctba,a
neglect to correct them 2"
daresay you are quite right s.a,
Brdget-you are always right ,s,a
my mother, in low, grave vo,c.
But. then, I'm not very well. ava
Mary Is all I have, you know"
My mother was in tears bv ~,
time, but Aunt Bridget was not Nm
tent with her triumph. swespers
downstairs, she carried her compIs.r.
to my father, who ordered that 7 w,.
to be taken out of my moth.y,,
charge on the ground that she vuAs .,
capable Of attending to my upbr.ns.
lng-a task which, assigned 10 NV
Aunt Bridget, provided that I sbouN
henceforward live on the ground foo,
and eat oaten cake and barley bon.
nag and sleep alone in the cold room
over the hall, while Betsy Beauty at.
wheaton bread and apple tart. and
slept with her mother in the room
over the kitchen, in which thew al
ways kept a fire.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27
of e islands FIXED Expenses

However, when the next day she
or6croa - ,.,r.o ,,,,-,,,,,,.,.
=" '''" ''''''"o
ana FOUND that the Requiem twenty
four cent jar had been reduced to
nineteen she felt mora tt,ai,. &,
,ra a.. -,
r''' after an toey
useo more marnalsdc than perfume
Helen was also vaguely Interested
In the currency niH which mad ana
the papers FOR so long Sba vtsb.a
she knew more ab,ut th,sa things
Mrs Dalton belonged ., n ,s,,~ro,t
Event club and ,taiisca hr,lT4,rt,,. ~,
an sueh suhi,,ts IN, - - t
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80 l'u ana az stevens
80, a"'u, me other night
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"U4,"" uu'eIN, ana
ON Woat YOU sald 70 Mr..
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"eu tnsl seems 70 ne the general
s,,. u oorsn cause oVer-ln-
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Rad 80 saven SAKE 60" ~
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27
FOURTH CHAPTER.

THERE was whole colony on
the ground floor Of our house
who, Ike my father. could MT
reconcile themselves to NY existence,
and the head of them was Aunt
Bridget
She had been married soon after
the marriage of my mother. to one
Colonel Macleod, a middle aged Of
fcer on half pay. a widower, a Bal
fast Trishman, and tavern compan-
ion Of my maternal grandfather But
the colonel had died within. a year.
leaving Aunt Bridget with one child
Of her own, girl. a. well as a daugh-
ter OF his wife by the former mar
riage AS this happened about the
time Of my birth. when It became OBJ
vious that my mother was to be an
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27

But this did not elicit the response
she hoped for Warren only pushed
her away with curt;
Well | DO mind your getting in
my light BY George" as he opened
the paper, Ellison & Briggs are In
the hands OF a receiver! Well. that
means L m out a cool three hundred.
How. dear2" solcitously.
"Oh. a client of mine held a lot of
their paper knew they were on
their last legs. and / was trying 10
get some of II before they failed"
Helen glanced over his shoulder at
the big headline. Ellison Il Briggs
IN the Hands OF Receivers Liabili-
ties s750,0o0 Assets $3.50 600"
For months the papers had been
fun OF Jus, such failures Helen had
skinned over the many headlines
but 81 had all seemed so impersonal.
as had 700, the general discussion
on the hard times"
All national problems are regarded
with impersoual uuconoern by most
women. The feminine mind Ia con
cerned only with the difficulties that
directly affect herself or those she
loves
But now the failure Of Ellison &
Briggs meant to Warren the loss of
ANAFF Nunufru ubllaTst rms WAS y
concrete example Of the hard times
affecting them that Helen could un-
derstand Had he suffered other
losses of which she knew nothing Z?
for Warren rarely talked shop at
home
He had taken some papers from his
pocket and was now going over them
hroodingly his face showing unmis-
taxable lines OF worry
Dear. has It been a very bad year
for you?"
Well. It's not been particularly
good one"
why don't you tell me wbA,
things are hard? could try to econ
omize more about the house and about
my clothes"
'oh, the little you'd save Wouldn't
cut any ice. MS the big fixed ex-
penses that count My office alone
costs over three hundred a month
and IT'S as much more here"
Helen was far from an adept in
mental arithmetic but after a few
moments silence she managed 10 AZ
ure ou' that six hundred month
vas about twenty dollars day.
Twenty dollars day WHY.
Warren that seems awful"
1t seems lisht when business Is
Eoo.
"oh ~ there was only some way I
NoN. n'N." loNeiNS'v.
~" you Just stlSk 10 your Knit
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27
A Mothers Efforts

I think my mother must have suf-
and from my fathers indifference to
me, for she made many efforts to rec
oncile him to my existence. Some Of
her innocent schemes, as l recall them
now, seem very sweet. but very pitt
full. She took pride. for instance, in
my hair which was jet black even
when l was a child, and she used to
part it in the middle and brush 1t
smooth over my forehead in the man
ner of the Madonna, and one day,
when my father was with us, she
drew me forward and said
Don't you think our Mary is going
70 be very pretty? A little like the
pictures of Our Lady, perhaps-don't
you think so, Daniel?"
Whereupon my father laughed
rather derisively and answered:
Pretty, is she? Like the Virgin,
Ell? Well, well.'
l was always fond OF music, and
my mother used to teach me to sing
to a little upright piano which she
was allowed to keep in her room, and
on another day she said:
DO you know our Mary has such a
beautiful voice. dear? So sweet and
pure that when I close my eyes l
could almost think 1t is an angel
singing"
Whereupon my father laughed as
before, and answered:
"A voice, has she? Like an angels,
is It? What next, I wonder!"
My mother made most of my
clothes There was no need for her
to do so, but in the absence of house
hold duties 7 suppose it stimulated
the tenderness which all mothers feel
in covering the little limbs they love,
and one day, having made a velvet
froCk for me, from a design in an old
pattern book of colored prints, which
left the legs and neck and arms very
bare. she said:
Isn't our Mary little LADY, But
she will always look like a lady,
whatever she is dressed in"
And then my father laughed still
more contemptuously and replied:
Her grandmother weeded turnips
in the fields, though-ninepence a day
dry days, and sixpenCe all weathers"
My mother was deeply religious,
never allowing a day to pass without
kneelins on her prayer stool before
the image of the Virgin, and one day
I heard her tell my father that when
| was n little mite, scarcely able to
peak. she found me kneeling in my
cot with my doll perched up before
me moving my lips as IL saying my
prayers and looking up at the ceiling
with a rapt expression.
But she has always had such big.
religious eyes. and I shouldn't wonder
If she becomes nun some day!"
"a nun, Ell? Maybe so But take
no stock in the nun business, any,
way" said my father
Whereupon my mothers lips moved
as if she were saying, mo, dearest"
but her dear. sweet pride was crushed
and she could go no farther.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27
FIFTH CHAPTER.

HE altered arrang ;nents wA-a
a cause of grief to my mother
but 1 am bound to confess that
tor me they had certain compensa-
lions. One of them was the greater
ease with which I could slip ont n
Tommy the Mate. who had been a
sailor before he was a gardener, and
was still fine old salt, with grizzled
beard and shaggy eyebrows, and a
merry twinkle in what he called his
"starboard" eye.
think Tommy was one of the few
about my fathers house who were
really fond of me, but perhaps that
was mainly because he loathed Aunt
Bridget. He used to call her the Big
Woman, meaning that she was mas
ter and mistress of everything and
everybody about the place. When
he was told of any special piece Of
her tyranny to servant or farmland
he used to say: Jaw, well, she'll die
for all" and when he heard how she
had separated me from my mother,
who had nothing else to love or live
for, he spat sideways out of his
mouth and said:
Our Big Woman is a wicked devil,
I'm thinking, and I would trust
Shouldn't wonder) but she'll burn in
hell"
What definite idea I attached 10
this denunciation 1 do not now re-
call, but l remember that II i'm
pressed me deeply, and that many a
night afterward, during the miser
able halfhours before 1 fell asleep
with my head under the clothes In
the cold bedroom over the hall TO
which Gas Messy Macleod had told
me) the bad fairies came for bad
children. l repeated the strange words
again and again.
To Be Continued Tomorrow.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27

ting and let me do the worrying
this is my Job"
And you bought me that laval
Here Christmas, and l got that dress
last week! oh, there're so many
things ! could do without!
We'll, YOU don't have TO. An oc-
casional furbelow or so don't matter
much. woman can't understand
that it's the regular fixed expenses a
mans up against Steady grind I
tell you-and In times like this it's
no cinch."
Fixed expenses" Helen kept
turning the phrase over in her mind.
She had never even thought OF his
office expenses, and like so many
women she regarded their household
bills-the rent, maid, ice, milk and
groceries-.as matter of course neces-
stiles. and not in the light of expen-
ditures
This is the view point of most
women who have been provided for
all their lives. They take the neces-
only the extras, the needless extrav-
asances and Injuries. that they con-
slider as real expenditures
In vague way Helen now realized
this. She thought OF the times when
Warren had spoken OF receiving an
especially good fee, always she had
mentally appropriated that money TO
the ouNins Of extras Somehow she
mad never thought OF IL as paying
the rent
But now the office rent, their apart
ment rent and all the Fixed ex-
penses' doomed omInously before her.
With sudden rush Of tenderness she
thossht OF Warren's steady grind
OF his always having to meet these
monthly bills which she had taken
as such matter Of course
She longed to creep into his arms
and put something OF all this into
words, But knowing his intolerance
Of anything verging on emotion, she
contented herself with bringing him
an ash tray and moving the lamp
nearer his elbow
As she passed back of his chair. she
brushed his hair with a light kiss
so Hight that It was ticklish. and he
scratched his head impauently.
His thick hair wss easily rulnpled.
and he Went on reading, serenely
unconscious that he looked like big
school boy with tousled head Smil-
ing at him tenderly. Helen Lovingly
smoothed back the rumpled hair with
a nurmured
You poor dear you've SO mach
TO worry about It's not fair.
~Th2 what's that7 Get me
ma viii YOU? And get OUT u my
ligAtr
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27
Now Read On
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st,nt ~ silence doad suor,. ,rba,,
my father said.
Well what is ito"
"jt is"
"Spca> man, DO Won mean IL is
dgade''
No, Oh. no, Not that"
What them"
IN is girl"
"A girl, Did Won say a girl9"
yes"
"My Cod said my father, and he
cropped back into the chair. His lips
were parted. and his eyes. (which had
been blazing with JOY, became liked
on the dying hre IN stupid stare
rather Dan tried to console him.
There we're thistles In everybody $
crop, ana after all It was good thing
TO nave begotten girl Girls were
the ho"ers OF life, the JOY and com
Tort OF man IN his earthly pilgrimage,
and many father who bemoaned his
tate when daughter had been born
To him had lived TO thank the Lord
for her
All this time tho iov hall. bod bean
'V' ,''''
ringing ana no" the room began 10
he Illuminated by ftful flashes of va
rierated light from the arawork-
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27

, mother, though so little known and
so little loved, was the most beauti-
full woman in the world.
Even yet | can not but wonder that
other people, my father especially
did not see her with my eyes. I think
fashion, but there was a kind of in
voluntary contempt in his affection
which could not conceal itself from
my quick little eyes. She was visibly
afraid Of him, and was always ner-
! vous and timid when he came into
our room with his customary salu
tation
How now, Isabel? And how's this
,,child of yours?"
From my earliest childhood l no
ticed that he always spoke Of me as
if l had been my mothers child. not
his, and perhaps this affected my
feeling for him from the first.
was in terror of his loud voice
and rough manner. the big bearded
man with the iron gray head and the
smell of the fresh air about his thick
serge clothes. 1t was almost as II
had conceived this fear before my
birth, and had brought IT out of the
tremulous silence of my mothers
womb.
Ny earliest recollections are OF his
muffled shout from the room below,
Keep your child quiet, will you?'
when l was disturbing him over his
papers by leaping and skipping about
the floor If he came upstairs when
was in bed l would dive under the
bedclothes, as a duck dives under
water, and only come to the surface
when he was gone. I am sure | never
kissed my father or climbed on to his
knee, and that during his short visits
to our room l used to hold my breath
and hide my head behind my moth
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27

a big dressing table, a big praying
stool with an image Of Our Lady on
the wall above it, and an open window
to which a sparrow used TO come in
the mornings and chirp.
When l came to recognize and 70
classify / realized that this was my
mothers room, and that the sweet
somebody who used to catch me up in
her arms when l went tottering on
voyages Of discovery round the vast
place was my mother herself, and that
she would comfort me when fell,
and stroke my head with her thin
white hand while she sang softly and
| rocked me to and fro.
AS / have no recollection OF ever
| having seen my mother in any other
part of our house, or indeed in any
other place except our carriage when
we drove out in the sunshine, | con-
clude that from the time Of my birth
she had been an invalid.
Certainly the faces which first
emerge from the islands of my mem
ory are the cheerful and sunny ones
of Doctor Conrad and Father Dan. 1
recall the soft voice of the one as he
used to enter our room after break
/ fast saying, How are we this morn
/ ing ma'am?'' And ! remember the
/ still softer voice of the other as he
said, and how is my daughter to-
day."
| loved both of them, but especially
/ Father Dan, who used to call me his
/ Nanny and say | was the plague and
pet Of his life, being as full of mis-
chief as goat He must have been
an old child himself, for | have clear
recollection of how, Immediately af-
ter confessing my mother, he would
] go down on all tours with me on the
| floor and play at hide-and- seek
| around the legs of the big bed, amid
squeals and squeaks of laughter l
remember, too, that he wore a long
sack coat which buttoned close at the
neck and hung loose at the skirts,
where there were two large vertical
pockets. and that these pockets were
my cupboards and drawers, for l put
my toys and my dolls and even the
remnants Of my cakes into them to
be kept in safe custody until wanted
again.
My mother called me Mally veen
MARY dear), and out of love of her
only child she must have weaned me
late for l have Sague memories of
her soft white breasts filled with
milk. | slept in aslittle wickerwork
cot placed near her bed, so that she
could reach me if l uncovered my
self in the night. She used to say
| was like a bird, having something
birdlike in my small dark head and
the way held it up Certainly | re-
member myself as a swift little thing,
always darling to and fro on tiptoe,
and chipping about our chill and
rather cherries house
If was like bird my mother was
like a flower. Her head, which was
small and fair, and her face, which
was nearly always tinged with color.
dropped forward from her delicate
body like rose from its stalk. She
was generally dressed in black, I re-
member, but she wore a white lace
collar as well as a Golf such as we
see in old pictures, and when / call
her back to my mind, with her large
liquid eyes and her sweet soft mouth. !
think it can not be my affection |
alone or the magic of nv child
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27

The old Lord died the same night.
Somewhere toward the dead reaches
Of the dawn his wicked spirit went to
Its reckoning. and a month afterward
the new Lord Raa, hoy in an Elton
Jacket, came over to take possession
of his inheritance.
But long before that my father.
scoring ont his disappointment Ike an
account that was closed had got to
work VITA his advocates, bankers and
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27
On Christmas
0 house

out Are the devils OF he'll trying to
laugh at me-
With that. and an oath at himself
for his folly, my father strobe out OF
the room
My mother had heard him Through,
the unceiled timbers OF the first floor
between them the words of his rage
had reached her. She was ashamed.
She felt as II she were guilty thing
and. with a low cry Of pain. she
turned to the wall and tainted
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27
You Can Begin This
Great Story To-day
by Reading This
First

Wary ONcW begins her storm On
telling ~ b0W her tdthcr, born IN
Ellen. The SON Of peasants, had gone
10 America, become rich, and had then
returned 10 hts birthplace, mhere he
married the daughter u CGptan
O'NeiH, Of the O'NeiHs, and had
changed his name tram Daniel Neaie
to Daniel OVEN She tells Of her
oton birth and Of her fathers disdp-
pointmeni, for If a boy had been born
he tcould hare been Lord Rdd. bp
right ~ his mother
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27
The True Source
of Beauty

is, and must be, good health.
Sallow skin and face blemishes
are usually caused by the
presence of impurities in the
blood impurities which also
cause headache, backache, Ian
guor, nervousness and depres-
sion of spirits. If, at times,
when there is need you will use
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27
The Narrative of Mary
O'NeiU
FIRST PART.
My Girihood

Copyright. 1919, by Hearsts Magazine
Copyright. 1918, by Hearst Magazine
Copyright in Great Britain. Copyright,
1913 by J. p Lipplncott Company
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27
Help Women
To Good Health

Sold everywhere. In boxes. Toe. zSe.
The isrtsss sale Of any medicine The directions
With stS boa point the way 10 GOOD health.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27

PILLS

you will find yourself better in
every way. With purified
blood, you will improve diges-
ton, sleep more restfully and
your nerves will be quieter.
You will recover the charm of
sparkling eyes, a spotless COM
pleXion, rosy lips and vivacious
spirits. Good for all the fam
lily, Beecham's Fills especially
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27
THIRD CHAPTER.

~ TT of the mist ah4-veu of my
own memory, as distinguished
from Father Dams, there comes
st the recollection of a bis room
a bio bod a hie ANar6rnhe
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27
ging and there was

insular councillors on his great
schemes for galvanzing the old is
laud into new life
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27
Taken From Mother.

Inside two minutes there was a
fearful tumult, thought ! was
doomed to punishment when heard
the big bunch of keys which Aunt
Bridget kept suspended from her
waist come jlngling up the stairs, but
il was my poor mother who paid the
penalty.
Isabel" cried Aunt Bridget, Il
hope you are satisfied with your child
at last"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27

To Be Continued To-mc
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27

XO EE here" Warren scowled at
y the hill he had Just opened
six dollars for electric light
Bryan daily eagle and pilot. [volume] (Bryan, Tex.) 1909-1918, 1914-09-11
IMPORTANT MEETING.

The second meeting OF the Farm
ers' Institute of Brazos County. as in
augurated by the agricultural commit
tee Of the Commercial Club. will be
held at the Commercial Club room at
2;3O o'clock on Thursday. September
"a. The subject for discussion will
be Cover Crops" or Soil Improve
ment" The speaker for this occasion
will be Prof. d. n. Barrow. Texas edi.
tor of the Progressive Farmer. There
are very few better informed men
than Prof. Barrow on scientific agri-
culture and especially on soil improve.
ment. No farmer can afford to miss
this meeting and this address espe'
clally at this time, when everybody is
thinking of changing the mode OF
agriculture in Brazos County.
Bryan daily eagle and pilot. [volume] (Bryan, Tex.) 1909-1918, 1914-09-11

Mr. and Mrs. Campbell sewall re-
turned to their home in Houston yes
terday. after a pleasantJisit to Mr..
and Mrs. ]. Webb Howell.
Don't forget that your fire insurance
policy will have TO be cancelled II not
paid for on or before the 18th Of this
month. Pay now before you forget it.
John A. Moore Jr.. Agent
Mrs. S. p Cowart and daughter,
Miss Ethel, have returned TO their
home in Birmingham. Ala, after a
pleasant visit of several weeks with
L. B. Kern and family. !
George winograd. formerly ofNChi-
cago, who has been a guest OF Mr..
and Mrs. II. Bloch for few days.
went to Dallas today. where he viii
make his home in future. He will be
Joined in that city by his wife. who
is at present a guest of her sister,
Mrs. II. Bloch.