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Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1914-06-19

(By Selene Armstrong Harmony
Take modern Pandoras box, fill it
with blessings instead of ills for man
kind, and set 1t before the average
congressman If he could draw from
1t the single good which every man in
politics most yearns to bestow upon
the womenfolks OF his family, he would
choose that modest and underrated vir-
tue, discretion.
There is a fortunate man in congress
whose wife possesses this virtue in
marked degree. That man is Repre-
sentative Dorsey W. Shackleford OF
Missouri. Those friends of Mrs. Shae-
kleford who know her best always like
to say of her, when this or that woman
Is being held up as sole shaper and
creator of her husbands career:
Now, take Mrs. Shacklerord. She
never tried her hand at shaping a ca
reer. But in the Is years that her hus-
band has been in public life she has
never made an enemy for him. In 9TH
er words, her ways are ways of pleas
antness, and all her paths are peacer
With Mrs. Shackleford this Is not q
matter of policy. 1t is matter of tenn
permanent. She looks out upon the
world and people with the eyes of kind
illness, and with that tolerance which
eventually makes friends of the enemy
In her gentle and indirect way, she has
played more constructive part in hei
husbands career than many of those
women conspicuous for their qualities
of leadership.
Mrs Shackleford before her marriage
was Miss Florida Lee Hall of Missouri
She was one of eight children, and she
| learned domestic science in the besI
Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1914-06-19

CERTAIN friend of mine in
variably answers all letters on
the cay she receives them.
When l praised her for her
Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1914-06-19
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The Adventures ola Hat and a Gap

A IL winter long Jack had been
IN promised boat ride on the first
n fine spring day, but it seemed as
though that day never came; either It
was rainy or his father was busy or
Jack himself had the measles or some
thing happened, 50 that the boat ride
had to be put off from week to week.
But finally one warm Saturday morn
ing In the early summer Jacks father
teiephoned about eleven o'clock, Meet
and we'll have that boat ride"
put away his toys, how willingly he
scrubbed his hands and how jauntily he
put on his new suit and hat and started
FOR Battery Pier. And there he met his
father and they boarded the boat which
took them up East River, up the Har-
lem River and down the Hudson.
So interested was Jack in the won
derful sights they passed, that he actu-
ally forgot about his wonderful new
cap he was wearing for the first time.
Till along came little breeze peeking
playfully under the edge of his cap.
Look out there, jack said his
father, better not wear that cap; it's
getting pretty breezy down near the
bay. First thing you know. you won't
have any hat"
Don't worry about me-" declared
Jack stutdily. II can keep on my hat
as we'll as you" And he speedily for
got all about his boast in his interest
at the sights before him. Just As he
was straining his eyes to count the
floors in the Woolworth Building
along came another breeze, this one
more enterprising than the first.
Il think that little boys hat would
make much better boat than cap !"
declared the breeze playfully and with
q dainty little push he lifted 1t off of
Jacksshead and flung 1t down the bay.
Here | can do that, tooP shouted
another little breeze who happened
along just then, and with . gay little
twiri he lifted Jacks fathers hat and
sent Il whirling after the brand new
Lob, father, your hat 10 gone. too |"
shouted Jack in .dismay as together
they watched the Two hats sail down
the harbor.
From crest TO crest of the waves the
two queer little boats slid, dcdging
around the ferry boats, playing hide
and seek with the motor boats, making
their way sturdily seward.
As they passed the Battery Pier .
little boy hanging on one of the posts
at the edge of the river shouted to his
playmate. Hi there. Bill. what's that
out in the waterf Don't look like any
kind Of thing ! ever saw before out
qsrs:
Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1914-06-19

school in the world, her mothers
kitchen.
Among her earliest recoilections to-
day are her home comings from pri-
vate school. where she was sent when
her mothers health failed. When she
returned to her fathers country place
for holidays and week ends 1t was al
ways to assume command of the num-
erous negro servants who in that day
were part of every big plantation
household, In her childish desire to
protect frail and well beloved mother
from housekeeping cares she soon
gained a woman's knowledge Of how
meals should be prepared. To this day
she believes that there is no course in
domestic science which can each girl
any more about practical household
economies than she learns at home, II
she assumes there the duties that
should fall to her lot
AS the result of this early training
Mrs. Shackleford is today essentially
domestic woman. After Is years
residence in Washington, during which
time she has seen more of the glamor
of official life than falls to the lot of
most women, she still unconsciously
plays the role of the old.fashioned wo-
man. She is not club woman. She is
in sympathy with the cause OF equal
suffrage, but-believes the enfranchise-
ment Of women is a matter for the
states, individually, not the federal
government, to settle. Mrs. Shack leford
is fond OF society and because of her
long residence at the capital has num-
errors friends there. She and Repre-
sentative ShaclSleford have one daugh-
ter Agnes, who is one of the most pop
ular girls In the congressional set.
Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1914-06-19
Evening Chit-Chat
BY Ruth Cameron

CERTAIN friend of mine in
N variably answers all letters on
In the cay she receives them.
IA ~ When l praised her for her
promptness one day she an
swered 1T isn't because I'm good;
it's because it's the easiest way. II /
answer letter on the day 1t comes,
the effort doesn't seem anything, but
II I let It lie around on my desk and
hang fire for week or so, answering
1t begins to loom UP like terrible bur-
dem"
How true that IL Of all kinds Of
tasks!
Show that you are afraid to attack
them, let them get the upper hand of
you, and the first thing you know they
are towering over your head and shut
ting out the sunshine of life.
But go at them without any show Of
fear or reluctance, and they dwindle
to nothing before you.
Take some little task Ike the break
fast dishes, for example. II you get
up from the breakfast table and with
out stopping to think what a nuisance
they are, advance boldly upon them,
you will have them done In no time,
ana maybe even eaten yourSeir singing
over the dishpan.
But If you eye them with disfavor
end decide you'll read the paper awhile
before attacking them, and then re-
member that you must telephone a
friend or run across the street to in
terview neighbor, when you come
back half hour later you find that
the breakfast table with the dishes
upon 1t and the crumbs and the half
emptied coffee cups has become an
almost repulsive sight. The task of
clearing 1t OFF looms like a mountain
before you. You approach 1t slowly
and distastefully. and the task prob
ably takes you twice as long as II you
had gone promptly about 1t.
It's the same way with bed making.
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Long ere capless Jack and his hatless
father reached their home the two little
street urchins had dried their new
found headgear and were walking
jauntily up through Battery Park.
II tell you II was worth while hang
Ing around to And something today,
wasn't Il. Bilir said one Of the urchins.
"Yes. Il wasr declared Bill, but I
can't help but wonder what kind Of
little shaver lost this cap"
That's something we'll never know
laughed his playmate, that's the way
of New York. findings kcepings."
And together they sauntered up
through the park.
Tomoyvou--The Tndids Psacsmoker.
L. -
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for the return Of prosperity after laws shall have been
acted to bring to account these dishonest uggers with
national financial prosperity and to prevent continu
ance of their dishonest methods, Mr. Untermyer says


of
The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1914-02-12
0Ho MARSHAL
ebz~ElAFY RAYMOND SHIPMAN ANDREWS =
ILLUSTRATIONS o. ELLSWORTH YOUNG~ 90

see the peaceful little village and the
stream that ran through it, and the
steep-arched bridge, and the poppy
fields, and the corn! The gray castle
with its red roofs, and the beech wood,
and the dim, high-walled library, how
he wanted TO see il all. low his heart
ached, madly fiercely. This was the
worst moment of all his captivity And
with that Battista was over him. was
murmuring words again. Something
was slipped under the bedclothes.
"Paper-pens. The signor will write
a letter this afternoon And tomor-
row little Battista will take it.
And the heart of Francois gave a
sudden throb of JOY as wild as its an
guish. He could speak to them before
he died; it might be they could save
him. His hands stole to the package
under the coarse blanket It seemed
as if in touching il he touched his
mother and his sweetheart and his
home.
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earnestly into his eyes Father.
Francois is alive!"
For all his gruff self-control the gem
eral made the letter an excuse shortly
10 sit down. Queer, that mans knees
should suddenly bend and give way
because of a thrill of rapture In a
mans psychological makeup! But the
general had to sit down. And then
and there all that had been extracted
from little Battista was Tehearsed, and
the letter read over from start to fin,
ish.
But he is alive. father! Alive.
That is happiness enough to kill one.
| never knew till now that ] feared he
was dead"
"Alive--yes! But in prison--in that
DEVILS hole Of an old castlei" And
Alike looked at Pietro and laughed,
but the general paid no attention. HE
must be got out There is no time TO
waste Diable! He is perishing in
that vile stable! What was that the
lad said about the doctors speech
that only long sea voyage could save
him? One must get him out, mon dieu,
quick"
Alike. her hand on his arm, put her
head down on it suddenly and stood
so for a moment, her face hidden.
Pietro, his hands thrust deep in his
pockets. looked at the general with
wide gray eyes, considering. With that
Alike flashed up, turned on the young
Italian, shaking her forefinger at him !;
her eyes shone blue fire.
That is for you, Pietro. If we
should lose him now just as we have
found him! Now is the time for you
to show if you can be what is brave
and strong, as Francois has shown. 1t
is your castle you must save him."
Pietro looked at the girl, and the
color crept through his cheeks, but he
said nothing.
Alike, my Alike" her father put an
mand heroism as If it were bread and
butter. Pietro will not fail U.S.
Alike always wished me to be bril-
1 liant like Francois" Pietro spoke
/ gently. But | never could"
yet, Pietro. 1t is indeed your time,
Alike threw at him eagerly. Francois
must be rescued or he will die"
Yes" Pietro answered quietly
Francois must be rescued"
He was silent a moment. as II think
ing. His calm poised mind was work
ing swiftly; one saw the inner action
in the clear gray eyes. The general
and Alike, watching him, saw It,
II think / know how" he said.
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wood. his face hardly older than when
he had come to Vlcques, but sterDer
and sadder; his still sOldiery gait less
buoyant than il had been five years
ago
He saw Alike and Pietro coming
joyfully toward him. running light
heartedly, calling to him with excited
gay voices. IL stabbed the generals
heart; a quick thought came of that
other who had been always with them,
now dead or worse, of that other whom
these two had forgotten. And with
that they were upon him, and Alike
was kissing him, hugging him, push
ing a letter into his hand, up his
sleeve, into his face-anywhere.
"Father-good news-the best news
almost the best! Father, be ready
for the good news!"
Il am ready" the general growled
impatiently What is this foolery?
Sabre de bots! What is your news.
then, you silly child?"
And Alike. shaking very much, laid
her hand on his cheek and looked
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SYNOPSIS.

francois Beaupre, & peasant bhbe OF
u ree years, after an amusing incident in
winch Marshal New figures, is made a
'teNaher OF France by the Emperor Ma
poieon, who prophesed that the boy
might one day be "A marshal of France
under another Bonaparte. Al the age OF
Ten Francois visits General Baron Gas
Pard GOurgaud. who with Alike. his
s,Nen-Year-old daughter lives at the
chateau. A soldier of the Empire under
win stories OF his campaigns. 1ne gen
craI offers Francois a home at the Cha
1eau. The boy refuses TO leave his pa
rents but in the end becomes copyist
Tor the general and learns of the friend
ship between the general and Marquis
Iappi, who campaigned with the general
under Napoleon. Marquis Zappi and his
SON. PictrO. arrive at the Chateau. The
general agrees to care for The MARQUIS
son while the former goes 10 America.
The Marquis before leaving for America
asked Francois To be a friend of his son.
The boy solemnly promises Francois
goes to the Chateau TO live. Marquis
Zappi dies leaving Pietro as "A ward of
the general Alike. Pietro and Francois
meet "a strange boy who proves To be
Prince Louis Napoleon. Francois saves
his life. The general discovers Francois
loves Alike. and extracts a promise from
him that he will not interfere between the
girl and PietrO. Francois goes TO ltalN
AS secretary to Pietro, Queen Hortense
plans the escape of her son Louis Ma
polcon by Disgusting him and MARQUIS
Zappi as her lackeys. Francois takes
Marquis Zappis place, who is i'll. i'm the
escape Of Hortcnse and Louis. Dressed
as IOuis's brother Francois lures the
Austrians from the hotel allowing the
prince and his mother 10 escape: Fran
c0is rs a prisoner OF the Austrians FOR
iiVc years in the castle owned by Pletru
I'm Italy. He discovers In his guard one of
PietrO's old family servants.
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CHAPTER XIV.
Good News.

Good News.
In the garden OF the chateau of
Nicques, where the stiff, gray stone
vases spilled again their hearts blood
of scarlet and etching OF vines; where
the two stately lines of them led down
to the sundial and the round lawn-on
one of the gritiin-supported stone seats
Alike and Pietro sat where Alike and
Francois had sat five years before.
As they sat in the garden they had
been going over the pros and cons of
his life or death for the thousandth
time. Pietro's quiet gray eyes were
sad as he looked away from Alike and
across the lawn 70 the beech wood.
God knows | would give my life
quickly if could see him coming
through the trees there. as we used to
see him, mornings long ago, in his
patched homespun clothes"
Alike followed the glance consider
ingly, as if calling up the little, brown,
trudging figure so we'll remembered.
Then she tossed up her head sharply
o?'-and then she laughed. Il
shall be seeing visions next like Fran
co.'s, she said Il thought it was he
back in the beech wood
81 see no one" Pietro stared.
But you have no eyes, Pietro-l can
always see a thing two minutes before
you" Alike threw at him. "There-the
man"
oh" said Pie;ro Your eyes are
more than natural, Alike. You see in
to a wood: that is uncanny. Yes.
see him now. Mon dieu! he is a big
fellow"
"A peasant-from some other vii.
lage," Alike spoke carelessly 81 do
not know him." and they went on talk,
ing. as they had been doing, of Fran.
co.'s.
And with that, here was Jean Phil
lippe Moison, forty now and fat, but
still beautiful in purple millinery, ad
vancing down the stone steps between
the tall gray vases. making a sym
phony of color with the rich red Of the
flowers. He held a silver tray; let
ter was on it.
For mademoiselle."
Mademoiselle took it calmly and
glanced at it. and with. that both the
footman and the Marquis Zappi were
astonished to see her fall to Shiver
ing, as If in a sudden illness. She
caught Pietro's arm. The letter was
cutched in her other hand thrust back
of her
"Pietroi"
What is it. Alixe?" His voice was
quiet as ever. but his hand was around
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CHAPTER XVII.
A Loaf of Bread.

The next morning Battista came In
with manner which TO the observing
| eye OF his prisoner foretold distinctly
some event He talked more than
usual, and more grufIiy and loudly, but
at last, after wandering about the
room some minutes, all the time talk
| ing. scolding, he swooped on Francois
and thrust a thick paper into his coat
and at the same instant his heavy left
hand was over Francois mouth.
Not a word" he whispered, and
then The loaf of bread"
Francois, struck dumb and blind,
turned hot and cold, and his shaking
hand in his coat pocket clutched the
| letter.
But Battista prodded him with his
hard forehnger. BE careful" he NUT
tered, and then again, The bread
with sharp prod-"The loaf of bread"
and the door had changed Battista
was gone
A strong man, who had not been
shut away from hfe would likely have
read the letter instantly, would in
stantly have examined the long round
| loaf lying before him. Francois was
| i'll and weak and ii was the first word
| for five years from his own people.
which lay in his hand; he sat as il
turned to stone, touching the paper as
if that were enough; he sat perhaps
| fifteen minutes.
Then suddenly breathlessness
came over him that something might
happen before he could read it-this
writing which. whatever it should say.
meant life and death TO him Taking
care not to rustic the paper, deaden-
ing the sound under his bedclothes,
he read ii, kneeling by the bed. 1t was
four letters-from his mother and
Alexe and the general and Pietro;
but the first three were short. He felt,
indeed, reading them, that no words
had been written, that only the arms
OF the people he loved had strained
about him and their faces laid against
his. and that so. wordlessly, they had
told him but one thing-their undying
love. Weak, lonely, his intense tenn
permanent stretched to the breaking
point by the last three months of fear
full hope, it was more than he could
bear. He put the papers against his
cheek and his head dropped on the
bed, and a storm of tears tore his soul
and body But it was dangerous; he
must not be of his guard; he remem'
bered that swiftly, and with shaking
fingers he opened Pietros letter.
Pietro's letter which. yellowed and
faded but distinct yet, in the small
clear writing, is guarded today with
those other letters In the mahogany
desk In Virginia.
MY dear brother Francois the let
ter tegan, and quick tears came again
at that word brother" which said SO
much My. dear brother Francois
this is not to tell you how have
searched for you and never forgotten
you. will tell you that when | see
YOU. This is to tell you how to get
out OF that house of mine which has
held you as a prisoner when you ought
to have been its welcome guest. When
Italy is free we will do that over; but
The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1914-02-12
NO POSSIBILITY OF HELP
Actor Had Been Called on So often
That Further Assistance Was
Out of the Question.

When September Morn" was in it's
final week of rehearsal a hare spot
in act Ill. gave unbOQnded annoyance
to the actors, and the managers, the
librettist, who was appealed TO again
and again to do something TO brighten
scene which was simply talk, and
yet could not be cut out without
throwing awry the stage directors
scheme of songs, dances and costume
changes. The librettist at length
made this appeal to Dave" Lewis, the
star of the piece
Say, old fellow, you've been a
comedian for 20 years and must have
a trunkful of hokum. Won't you dig
down into it and fish up something
that will help us over this spot?"
Mr.. Lewis answer was:
I've been an actor for 20 years.
and ! had a trunkful of hokum. But
I've dug down SO often fixing up the
first and second acts that the trunk
empty and there's hole in the bot
tom"
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CHAPTER XVI.
The Stone Staircase.

Battistas prisoner stood at the
barred window high up the steep side
of the castle and stared out wistfully
at the receding inhnity of blueness--
his meadow. In the three months
since his letter had gone to France, he
had grown old. The juices of his
youth seemed dried up his eyes were
bloodshot, his skin yellow; there was
no flesh on him. The waiting and
hoping had worn on him more than
the dead level OF the hopeless years
before. There was a new tenseness
in the lightly-built figure. even in the
long, delicate, strong fingers. The
prisoner had caught Whit Of the air
of home and was choking for full
breath.
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And to Francois. ,oi.s ldering a., Ne
fact seemed an odd one. And then
the governor set to work drinking
Pietro's wine, and little thought, as
he urged 1t on his prisoner, how much
more right TO il the prisoner had than
he. IL was wonderful old Liquid,
full Of strange dim sparkle, and OF
most exquisite bouquet. AS he drank
1t Francois silently toasted it's owner
on his return TO his own again. lie
took SO little as to disgust the gov
ernor, but it put fresh life into him.
and when at last he could leave the
count, who was by that time more
than fairly drunk, he went up 70 his
cold prison under the roof quieter and
more at peace than he had been for
months.
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His Grievance,

The court of appeal has finally de-
cided against Mr. George Gray, the
well-known actor. in the action
brought against him by Miss Marie
Corell for infringing the copyright OF
her novel, Temporal Power in his
sketch The Peoples King
II Miss Corelli has large circle OF
readers who admire her books. there
is also a number of people who do
not. Two men belonging to the OPP
posing camps, both well.known jour
nalists, were discussing her the other
day.
what ] like about Miss Corelli. "
said the one who admired the au-
thoress, lis that she is 500 alive"
Yes, that's what | object to-" re-
torted the other.-Pearson's Weekly.
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His Table Manners.

"The charity worker" says one Of
them, lis always learning. We can
learn much from the destitute. Thus,
apropos of the affectation of some Of
our table etiquette, l once heard a
Ragged little chap at school treat
say. as he held a chicken leg in one
fist and a hot potato in the other:
"The trouble about table manners
is that they was invented by people
who was never very hungry"
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her shaking fingers, and he held them
strongly. What is il, Alixe?"
She drew forward the other hand;
the letter shook. rustled with her
trembling. 1T is--from Francois!"
Jean Philippe Moison having
stayed to listen, as he ought not. lift
ed his eyes and his hands to heaven
and gave thanks i'm a general way,
volubly, unrebuked. BY now the I'M
steady fingers OF Alike had opened the
paper, and her head and Pietro's were
bent over il, devouring the well-known
writing. Alike, excited. French, ex-
ploded into disjointed running com.
ment .
From prison-our Francois-dear
Francois!" And then: Five years.
Pietro! Think--while we have been
freew And then. with a swift clutch