davidaulloa/AmericanStories huggingface dataset:
The Southern herald., 1914-07-03
CHAPTER ".
The Play.

The Play.
Enoch Wentworth sat before a table
Uttered with sheets of manuscript
when knock sounded on the library
door.
"In a seeond!" he cried. Then he
tried to gather the pages together in
numerical order.
"All right" cried cheerful voice.
Lord, it's Merryl" whispered
Enoch. He swept the sheets of paper
into drawer of his desk, then he rose
and opened the door. Merry stepped
into the room with dancing light
hearted gaiety that Enoch had seen
him don with his stage garb. Still it
was accompanied by dignity of man
ner odd to the comedian, a dignity
which had self-respect behind It. Went
worth put an arm about him affection
ately.
Have you come into a fortune,
boy?" he asked with laugh.
Better than that-Im on the verge
of making a fortune"
"Good!" Enoch pushed him into a
comfortable chair and stood looking
down at him. Lets have the news,
boy"
II WILL" answered Merry slowly.
i've got to-I want your advice and
help. need it as never needed 1t in
my life before. Only-I'm not going
to trot out a word of 1t until we are
sure of a couple of hours clear. l can't
stand a solitary interruption-today."
Wentworth shut and locked the door,
then he opened a small cupboard.
"What'll you have7" he asked, lift
ing down couple Of glasses.
Nothing" Andrew pulled large
envelope from his pocket and sat
down beside the fire. Wentworth faced
him with an expectant look upon his
face.
you never guessed, l suppose, that
I'm an incipient playwright"
"Neverl" Enoch's tone was en-
phatic.
We'll" Merry laughed hilariously,
well, am, I'm the coming dramatist."
II take of my hat to you, boy"
Enoch swept him q pantomime bow.
wait a minute" The comedians
face grew unusually resolute. 'Wait,
old man, you've got to take this seri-
ously, or won't tell you a blessed
word about 1t"
Merry rose and laid his hand on
Enoch's shoulder with an imploring
gesture. Dear old man, want your
help and guidance. I'm such blamed
unbusiness-lfke chump. If you hadn't
been head and right hand and mother.
father and brother to me for years, as
we'll as the truest friend man ever
had, I'd have been in the gutter.
Enoch. Merry's face flushed. III win
The Southern herald., 1914-07-03

a dramatist, a name that will live
when my capering days are over. l
want a halo; not such an aureole as
Shakespeare's," his eyes sparkled and
a smile lighted his face, "but a halo
l demand halo. I'll be satisfied with
nothing smaller than cartwheel."
He rose and went prancing buoy
antly about the room on his toe tins.
humming fantastic waltz from "The
King at Large" Wentworth sat with
a grim, brooding look in his eyes. An.
drew stopped to stare at him.
why so mum, sweet Sirrah?" he
asked blithely.
Merry" Wentworth spoke in an ex.
pressionless voice, read that bond
through-carefully. Read it aloud"
The actor picked up the sheet Of
paper and read 1t with dramatic ges-
lures, bowling almost PROSTATE at each
pause.
To Enoeh Wentworth.
hereby pledge myself to you until
death--to do your eveFy blddlnu-to
obey your every demand--to the TX.
tent Of my physical and mental ability
-you to furnish me with support.
ANDREW MERRY.
He dropped lightly upon his knees in
front Of Wentworth when he finished
Il await thine orders, most grave
and reverend seigneur." Then he laid
his fingers upon Wentworth's arm and
looked up with an expectant smile.
CTo BE coNTINUEDl
The Southern herald., 1914-07-03

we're studying pattern in the rug b
meath his feet
"say Enoch, you're going to tend to
the whole business, aren't your
The newspaper man lifted his eyes,
eyes. I'm going to tend to the whole
business. I'll make it the finest pro-
duction that New York has seen IN
vears The House of Esterbrook IS
going to win money and-fame."
"Good!" Merry jumped up and
flung his arms around the shoulders OF
the older man.
"slt down." said Enoch. We're go
ing to talk business"
He rose, walked to his desk, ana
emptied a drawerful Of papers on the
table Merry watched him with puz-
zled expression.
you never guessed, Andrew, that
your ambition was mine" Enoch dlo
not lift his eyes or pause for reply
For years and years and years nave
dreamed just one dream, only one
that some day might produce great
plav See how worked" He swept
the manuscript into an untidy heap.
There we're thousands Of sheets. He
had written on paper like onion skin.
II looked like toil-one had a feeling
of years of toil-after glance at the
laboriously interlined and reconstruct
ed sentences. Wentworth crushed 1t
mercllessly into loose punches and be-
gan to lay the pages by handfuls upon
the reviving fire. A little fame climbed
up and kindled them into a waVering
blaze
Here, here, Enoch, old fellow"
cried Merry, "don't!" There was a
thrill of compassion In his voice. Say
don't-this is wicked thing to do"
Wentworth paid no heed to him. He
gathered the sheets together with
quiet deliberation, crushing them as
one would crush some hated, despised,
living thing, and burned them with
stolid satisfaction.
That funerals over" he said abb
ruptly Now Pm in mood for
business" He turned to his desk.
Merrys eyes followed him. They were
dim with unspoken sympathy, but he
knew the man we'll enough not to put
it into words.
Wentworth pulled out his key-ring,
opened drawer, and took the slip OF
paper from the yellow envelope. He
stood staring at it for moment A
wave Of crimson swept across his face,
then his mouth Strengthened into a
cruel, inexorable line. Merry's eyes
were still fixed on him Enoch did not
speak, but crossed the room with the
paper in his hand and laid 1t on the
table beside Merry. Andrews eyes
took it in with one sweeping glance;
1t was the bond he had signed when
they played that last hand of poker.
do you remember this?" asked
Wentworth abruptly.
"of course. Say, old chap, what
has that to do with our business? Oh,
know" He lifted his eyes with a
relieved glance. "Of course it's an
understood thing you're to run things
and as for money, Lord, don't care
for money. Take all you want Of it.
It's fame my hearts set on; I've a
grand ambition and thirst for great
nese-as l told you-but it runs in
only one direction; to win name as
The Southern herald., 1914-07-03

How seldom In thought or in spec
is the message Of Jesus with us. We
have those, unless we are most unnAg
py, whom we care to please, who's
smile. whose word OF approval lish'e@
up the day for US, whose sorrow = on
bitterness and grief. How little 90 NJ !
strive to win his good word. to stsns .
in the sunshine OF his favor. IT,
few have this for their supreme deslie.
that, whether present or absent Inss =.
may be well pleasing to him.-briuas
Weekly.
The Southern herald., 1914-07-03

one man months laborl He remem-
bered the years of ardent toll he had
spent on what, as he realized sadly,
was poor. 1t was worse than poor-it
was futile. Even Dorcas, had sadly but
truthfully acknowledged Its impos-
sibility.
When Merry spoke the last word
and the curtain fell, he looked up with
triumph and Joy shining in his eyes.
Then he waited in silence, as If for
ardent hands to clasp his own. 1t was
an actors pause for the thunder when
he knows he has won his audience
Enoch's fingers lay clasped together
on his knees, his eyes bent on the
glowing caves Of the coal fire. AS the
actor spoke his voice had a chill, shiv-
ering note in 1t.
Say, old man, isn't 1t good? Tell
me-dont you like it?"
Like itf' echoed Wentworth. He
turned his eyes straight on Merry's
questioning face. why, boy, it's mag
nifcent. You'll pull Broadway to its
feet with that. Merry, you've done a
tremendous piece of work. That will
live for-it ought to live for years"
Thanks, old man, thanks with all
my heart. You can't imagine how
hard 1t was to wait for your verdict"
TITS wonderful" mused Wentworth,
"its a corker!"
Nov, old man." Andrew jumped to
his feet and began to pace the room
impatiently, 81 want to rush it on the
stage-quick! Quick, l say. Hecht
will take it, l know"
Il suppose you'll play the convict2"
Good God, what else could play"
Andrew stopped suddenly and looked
down at Wentworth.
You'll kill your reputation as q
comedian"
Perhaps you'll be Interested in
knowing that I've thrown up my part
in The Leftover Bachelor No more
doddering idiots for me! Why, 1t will
be easy shedding to get this on"
Andrew, you're steam engine"
did you think was a steam
roller?
well, it's walked you up. That's
dead certain. Who did it?"
"The woman told you" Merry
turned aside and stood with his back
to Enoch, running his eyes over a vol
ume he had lifted from a bookshelf.
Say, old man." suggested Went
worth, leave that with me over night.
You've given me a lot to think about.
want to read It again-when I'm
alone"
The closely written sheets fell re-
luctantly from the comedians hand.
He fondled the paper as II 1t we're a
beloved child.
You'll be careful Of 1t, won't you,
Enoch7" he said anxiously. "It's all /
have. My first draft was a garbled,
dirty mess; l threw II away"
BLESS your soul, I'll be careful. |
When I've finished I'll put 1t In my
safe. I'll have it typewritten tomor-
row."
Merry laughed Good night, old
pard; I'm grateful for your faith IN
me-"
Good night boy" Enoch gripped
his hand. I'm terribly glad to have
you make good. Your play Is wonder
full"
Merry went down the stairs whis-
tling A few seconds later he turned
back. He put his head In at the door
and said in q melodramatic whisper:
The Southern herald., 1914-07-03

nndllnAaa n Charity.

To me this Is the prOfoundest q y
truths-that the whole Of the llie =
God is the sacrifice of self Goa
love; love Is sacrifice, to give ra.ss' ~.
than receive, the blessedness q ~
giving. =. All the life OF soa
fiow Of this divine self-givins cnA'''
-. W. Robertson.
The Southern herald., 1914-07-03
SYNOPSIS.

Enoch Wentworth, newspaper man. and
ANDREW Merry actor. after the guests at
a poker party have departed. play a final
hand the stakes Of which give the win
ner absolute control over the future Of
the loser. Wentworth wins. They decide
TO keep the matter secret. Wentworth's
sister, Dorcas sees Merry depart and is
interested in her brothers story OF the
actor.
Der Deutsche correspondent. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1841-1918, 1914-06-14

Ger @taatsonpalt bate niGt nur
aufmerfIom 5ugsb0rt, ionOern mar
audi befIifen gefpeieu, ale bemertenss
pcrten @inaelbeiten ieinem @ebG6tnis
ein3uprdsen.
Na9oem er cine tur3e Meile ndds
oeba6f, Iagte er bsbd6tig: nSie baz
BEN re6t. Ser 6oll Ielbit liegt einfa4
oenuq. syelice b. Sournier muB als
SGtcrin angeieben psrOeu."
,Qlber bod nur ais unbspuBte9"
n9opon bin i9 iiber3eugt. 6at
bas SrGulein jemals BON &leptomanie
gelittsug"
og1ein," rief Der gittmsiIier fait uns
nilig.
oSinb Sic genau unterri6tet9"
n@ana oenou. Der Mardeie be-
tcnis fofort oieIe WabrIdeinli6feit,
aIlein Der Baron perii9erte ibm, ME
fei in feiner 5amilie Elm SAL BON
Glertomanie poreetommen, un0 6elice
Defenders fei INNER bic Wobrboftigs
feit, @6rli6teit unb 3uuerldIfsteit
felbR oepefen. SGon Der @e0onte
an tie S9dbiguug elmer onScrtn per
Der Deutsche correspondent. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1841-1918, 1914-06-14
9roaiidycr gcralcidl.

9lr5t Tim. @cbirae 5ilni Silbrcr, Der fur
cine Souriiienldar idmtlidcc @cpdd
trd0t) llngeheuer, iUas Sie "a iitr Sns
item frozen iomcnl
Siibrer; SnS bin / Qeluobnt - mel
Batter 1u,o mel 0iroBcater Baren audi
Idhon Iolctc 2aittr6Qcrl
9lrst: Gein gSunNer, nnm iino sic
alIo crtli6 belnitetl
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-04-02
REGIMENTAl. C0L0Rs IN PAWN /
Odd Experiences of British EmbIems
Once Greatly Priced by Those
Who Carried Them.

The discovery Of the long lost colors
of the old 50th regiment in the garden
of Huntington house, near, Chichester,
is q reminder OF the strange fates that
have befallen SO many Of these glor-
ious military emblems, London Tit
Bits remarks. The colors of the Slst
foot-since acknowledgements captured
by American pirates during the war
of independence and hidden away in
Ireland: the colors of the Goth regi-
ment were deliberately burnt prior to
the surrender at Saratoga to prevent
their capture by the enemy.
At Bergen-op-Zoom the Royal Scots.
to save their precious colors from fall
ing into French hands, sank them
deep in the river though the enemy
later fished them out; and when the
second battalion Of the sth foot was
disbanded at Portsmouth in 1916 the
colors were cut into small pieces and
distributed among the officers.
One of the colors of the LIST North
amptonshire regiment, which had been
carried right through the peninsular
campaign. was discovered some years
ago in a pawn brokers' shop, though
how It got there 10 a mystery to this
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-04-02
KILL A WOUNDED PRISONER
Two New Jersey Policemen Capture
MortaIIy Injured Burglar" and
End His Sufferinss,

West Orange, N, 1.-Two policemen
captured a burglar the other nigat,
found the culprit had been mortal'y
sufferings.
Returning to his home pn Valley
Road at midnight Thorwa]d Jensen,
an Edison works employee, heard
strange noises On the second floor
So did his Wife and she fed with her
child.
Jensen took gun from q closer
and started up the stairs. But
crash caused him to retire for secous
thought. Four policemen arrival
summoned by Mrs. Jensen TWO
waited outside while two Others en-
tered. They went up the stairs and
heard these strange noises. Draw
ing their reviewers they shoaste,|-
Surrender, or we'll tire!"
No answer came, so the two blue
coats rushed into the pitch dark
room blow from an unseen source
knocked off Patrolman O'Connor's hat.
As he swung his revolver ii caught
In his coat and was discharged
Just then the other policemen found
the push button and switched On Il
flood of electric light. They iooke.,
around.
They saw nobody. Yet pictures lay
on the floor, flung from the walls The
policemen stared around again and
the mystery was solved. Perched ON
a chiffonier was wild duck, 1t had
flown into the room in the storm and
had imprisoned itself by knocking
over the stick which propped UP the
window. O'Connor's bullet had struck
the duck on the leg. It was killed AN
an act of mercy.
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-04-02
Wood Is Made Fire proof

1t IS said that the Metropolitan rail
way has fireproofed all its rolling
stock without the elimination o.
woodwork and the structural and dec.
orative advantages which WOODWORK
affords. The method of f1reproofing il
the same as that now being employed
by the admiralty. This consists OF
the impregnation of the pores and f.
bers OF the wood With chemicals such
as render the wood absolutely flame.
proof. Wood so treated is said to los,
none Of its natural characteristic,
and has no harmful effect upon glues
nails, varnishes or metal fittings wir
which it may be brought into ceniac
Railway Times, !4ordon
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-04-02
CHAPTER v.
On the Red Road.

The green, midway Virginian
afternoon was arched with a sky as
blue as the tiles of .ne Temple of
Heaven and STEPPED IN wash of sun
light as yellow az gold. Nothing in all
the springy landscape but looked
warm and opalescent and inyiting-ex-
cept tawny bull that from across
barred fence-corner switched a trucu
lent tail in silence and glowered sui
lenly at the big motor halted motion
less at the side Of the twisting road.
Curled worm-like III the drivers
seat, with his chin on his knees, John
Valiant sat with his eyes upon the
distance. For an hour he had whirred
through that wondrous simmer of
color with flippant lettering breeze
in his face, sweet from the crimson
roadside
"Chum, old man." said Valiant, with
his arm about the bulldogs neck, If
those photograph chaps had
shown us this, we simply wouldn't
have believed it, would we? Such
scenery beats the roads we're used to,
what?" He wound his strong fingers
in choking grip in the scruff Of the
white neck as a chipmunk chartered
by on the low stone wall mo, you
don't you cannibal! He's a jolly lit
tie beggar, and he doesn't deserve be-
ing eaten!"
! He filled his briarwood pipe and
drew in great breaths of the fragrant
incense. What pity you don't
smoke, Chum; you miss such a ]ot!'
After a time he shook himself and
knocked the red core from the pipe
bowl against his boot-heel. Il hate to
start" he confessed half to the dog
and half to himself. ITO leave any
thing SO sheerly beautiful as this!
However. on with the dance! BY the
road map the village can't be far now.
So long, Mr.. BULL"
He clutched the self-starter. But
there was only protestant wheeze;
the car declined to bulge. Climbing
down, he cranked vigorously The
motor turned over with surly grunt
of remonstrance and after a tentative
throb-throb, coughed and stopped dead.
Something was wrong. With a sigh
he flung Off his tweed jacket, donned a
smudgy Jumper" opened his tool-box,
and, with glance at his wrist-watch
which told him it was three o'clock,
threw up the monsters hood and went
bitterly to work
At half past three the investigation
had got as far as the lubricator. At
four o'clock the bulldog had given it
up and gone nosing atleld. At half
past four John Valiant lay fiat on his
back, like some disreputable stevadore,
alternately tinkering with refractory
valves and cursing the obdurate
mechanism. A sharp stone gnawed
frenziedly into the small of his back
and just rs he made final vicious
lunge4 something gave way and a
! prickling red-hot stab of pain shot zig
Tagging from his smitten crazy-bone
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-04-02
PISTOL IN MOUTH
REMOVES HIS SMILE
Hotel Clerk Takes It Seriously
When Money, Watch and
Stranger Disappear.

Chicago.-Bruce Clark, clerk at 4
hotel in East Eighteenth street,,
pressed lightly on the desk with his;
finger tips and assumed an air OF
polite expectancy when basgageles's
but seemingly prosperous stranger ~
preached him early the other n1orn-
ing.
Even when the stranger rudeaT
showed aside the pen offered TO hjzs.
Clark was unrufIled.
"7hought you wished to register,
sir" he apologized What else can
] do for you, sir?'
Now you're talking" said the visI-
tor. Fork Overt"
He took two large revolvers from
his pockets and aimed both of the1s
at Clark's right eye.
"Ha, ha! Very good, very goods'
laughed the affable clerk. 4 wish
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-04-02

into his pocket and rising, went to a
trunk that lay against the wall.
Searching in a portfolio, he took out
a small old-fashioned photograph,
much battered and soiled 1t had been
cut from a larger group and the name
of the photographer had been erased
from the back. He set it upright on
the desk, and bending forward, looked
long at the face it disclosed 1t was
the only picture he had ever possessed
of his father.
He turned and locked into the glass
above the dresser. The features were
the same, eyes, brow, lips, and strong
waving hair. But for its time-stains
the photograph might have been one
of himself, taken yesterday.
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-04-02
CHAPTER w.
A Valiant of Virginia.

A valiant OF virginia.
For a long time John Valiant sat
motionless, the opened letter in his
hand, staring at nothing. He had the
sensation, spiritually, of a traveller
awakened with rude shock amid
wholly unfamiliar surroundings.
He was trying to remember-to put
two and two together. His father had
been Southern-born; yes, he had
known that. But he had known moth
icg whatever OF his fathers early days,
or Of his forebears; since he had been
old enough to wonder about such
things, he had had no one to ask
questions of.
Phrases of the letter ran through
his mind: Sometime, perhaps, you
will know why you are John Valiant
of New York instead of John Valiant
| of Damory Court l cannot
tell you myself" There was some
tragedy, then, that had blighted the
place, some melancholy story" as the
clipping put it.
He bent over the deed spread out
upon the table. following with his fin
! ger the long line of transfers: ITO
John Valyante.,'" he muttered; what
odd spelling! Robert Valyant' with
out the e. Here, in 1870, the " be-
gins to be T." There was something
strenuous and appealing in the long
line of dates. Valiant. Always Va
liant. How they held on to It'll There's
never break
| A curious pride, newborn and self
conscious. was dawning in him. He
was descended from ancestors who
! had been no weaklings. A Valiant had
! settled on those acres under a royal
governor, before the old frontier
| fighting was over and the Indians
had sullenly retired to the westward.
The sons of those who had braved
sea and savages had bowed their
strong bodies and their stronger hearts
to raze the forests and turn the
primeval jungles into golden planta-
tions
There stole into his mood an eery
suggestion of intention. Why should
the date assigned for that deeds de-
livery have been the very day on
which he had elected poverty? Here
was REORGANIZATION as pointed as the
index-tinger of guide-post. Every
man carries his fate,'" he repeated,
con riband about his neck Chum,
do you believe in fate?"
J For answer the bulldog, cooking an
alert eye on his master, discontinued
his occupations conscientious If I'M
successful masticatlon of the flattish
packet that had fallen from the folded
deed-and with much solicitous tail
wagging, brought the sodden thing in
his mouth and put it into the out
stretched hand.
His master vnrolled the pulpy wad
! and extricated the object 1t had en-
closed-an old-tashioned iron door-key
After time Valiant thrust the hey
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-04-02

day. A similar uncertainty attaches
to pair of old colors of the I'd Bor
der regiment, which were recovered
from London pawn broker, who was
Offering them for sale, by Lord Archi
bald Campbell in 1888.
-Four years later four colors which
had accompanied the Gloucester regi.
ment in Egypt and in the peninsula
were recovered from York pawn
broker. 1t appeared that having been
bequeathed by an old colonel of the
regiment to his son, they were uti.
mately secured by servant, who fall
ing on evil times. pawned them tor y
few shillings
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-04-02

You may never care to live at
Damory Court. Maybe the life you
will know SO well by the time you
read this will have welded you to it.
self If so, we'll and good. Then leave
the old place to your son. But there Is
such g thing es racial habit, and the
call of blood. And I know there Is
euch thing, too. as fate. Every
man carries his fate on RI
band about his neck so the
Moslem put it. 1t was my fate to
go away, and l know now-since dis
lance is not made by miles alone
that myself shall never see Damory
Court again. But life is strange
wheel that goes round and round and
comes back to the same point again
and again. And 1t may be your fate to
go back. Then perhaps you will cry
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-04-02

| could keep my face straight Likes
that"
IF you laugh any more I'm going ttf
kill you,' earnestly remarked the man
with the revolvers, showing one OF
the guns into Clark's open mouth
Now try keeping your face straight!
Clark tried and succeeded admiy-
ably, for he had sudden huncb the
stranger wasn't joking. He was surer
than ever after 81 and watch which
had been in his pockets went into
the others and the man, the watch
the revolvers and the 81 left.
The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-04-02
Brine in Illinois Half.

Chicago.-"Bring in the Illinois
lalf," phoned the police to an officer
who discovered supposed lnnatic
astride the monument on the Illinois
Indiana state line, proclaining him.,
self king The copper followed orl
dels,