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Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1914-08-06
Rememhers Flora TannIe.

Spectators at the United Shoe Ma
chinery trial recently in the United
States district court enjoyed the repair
tee between Judge Putnam and Fred
eric P. Fish of counsel for the defense.
Attorney Fish was arguing on the pat
ent question involved in the antitrust
suit against the United company and
as a means of illustrating a point re-
marked: you can put a race horse
in pillow and you can put plow
horse in a race"
Here Judge Putnam interrupted to
say: Flora Temple was a pillow
horse"
yes" responded Attorney Fish,
''but she soon got out Of it. I remem-
Der seeing her in a box car at Taun-
ton"
why, 1 didn't think you were that
DID," replied Judge Putnam.
ooh Lord" replied Attorney Fish,
you don't know what an old fellow
am. I remember Flora Temple well,
and I know what her time was, too. 1t
was 1921"
By this time the whole courtroom
full of lawyers and spectators was in
roars Of laughter, and Judges Dodge
and Brown, sitting with Justice Put
nam, joined in the Observation-Disclosures
Record
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1914-08-06
SYNOPSIS.

John Variant. q rich society favOrite,
suddenly discovers that the Valiant cor
pCration, which his father founded and
which was tina principal source OF his
wealth had failed He voluntarily turns
over his private fortune to the receiver
for the corporation. His entire remaining
possessions consist of an old motor car,
white bull dog and DamOry court, a neg
lected estate in Virginia. On the way 70
DamCry court he meets Shirley Dand-
ridge an authenticated beauty, and de-
Cides that he IS going to Ike Virginia i'm
Iueusely. ShlrleV's mother Mrs. Dand-
ridge. and Major BristOW exchange rem
intscences during which ! IS revealed
that the major, Faliants father, and q
man named SzssOon were rivals for the
hand Of Mrs cambridge in her youth
SassOgn and Valiant fought duel on her
Valiant finds Dam0ry court overgroWn
with weeds and creepers and decides 10
Telabiitate the place. valiant saves
Shirley from the bite Of z snake. which
bltes him. Knowing the deadIiness Of the
bite, Shirley sucks the poison from the
wound and saves his life. Valiant learns
for the first time that mis- father left Viz
g1nia on account Of q duel III Wmcn DOC
tor SolIthaII and Major Brtstow acted as
his fathers seconds. Valiant and Shirley
become good friends Mrs. cambridge
first time Valiant discovers that he has
a fortune in old walnut trees. The yearly
tournament. q survival of the Joustlng or
feudaI times, is held at DamOry court. Al
the last moment Valiant takes the place
of one Of the knights, who is sick, and
enters the lists. He wins and chooses
Shirley cambridge as queen of beauty to
the dISUay Of Katherine Fargo, former
sweetheart. who is visiting in Virginia.
The tournament ball at DamOry court
draws the elite of the countryside. Shir-
lev rs crowned by Valiant as queen of
beauty Valiant tells Shirley of his love
and they become engaged. Katherine
Fargo, determining nos to give up vail
ant without a struggle, points out to Shlr-
ley how terrible it would be for the wOm-
an who caused the duel to meet Valiant.
who looks so much like his father. Shir-
ley. uncertain. but feeling that her moth
er was IN love with the victim Of Vail
ants pistol. breaks the engagement
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1914-08-06
TranspIantinq Hair to Eyelids.

Transplanting hair to the eyelids
IN order to replace lost lashes is per-
formed successfully in Germany by
DR.. Franz F. Krusius, who describes
his method in the Deutche Medi-
zinische Wochenschrift. He clips the
hair on whatever spot he may select
to length Of little more than an
inch, sterilizes the region with ben
zine, and removes single hairs with a
suitable trephine, taking the skin and
hair glands together in a piece of tus-
sue about one and a half millimetres
in diameter. Then by a specially de-
signed instrument each hair is sepa-
rately inserted into the tissue of the
eyelid so that its base is completely
Embedded and it's free end projects in
the normal manner.
Doctor Krusius says that not more
than 20 hairs should be transplanted
at one sitting. He adds that these
transplanted hairs tend to grow and
have to be kept trimmed to the de
sired length.
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1914-08-06

en- gwine make EN- cry en- cry" She
had forgotten the incident of that day,
when he had read her fortune, but
now the quavering prophecy came
back to her with shivering sense Of
reality. 20 dah's fab en- she ain
afeah'd, en- dah's watah en- she ain
afeah'd. Els de thing whut eat de
ha'at oUten de breas-dat whut she
afeah'd of" II it were only fire and
water that threatened heri
She struck her hands together with
an inarticulate cry. She remembered
the laugh in Valiant's eyes as they had
planted the roses, the characteristic
gesture with which he tossed the wav-
ing hair from his forehead-how she
had named the ducks and the pea
cock and chosen the spots for his
flowers; and she smiled for such mem
cries, even IN the stabbing knowledge
that these dear trivial things could
mean nothing to her in the future.
She tried to realize that he was gone
from her life, that he was the one
man on earth whom to marry would
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1914-08-06

darling! Don't throw our love away
like this!''
His entreaties left her only whittier,
but unmoved. She shook her head,
gazing at him through great clear
tears that welled over and rolled down
her cheeks.
q can't fight" she said. q have no
strength left" She put out her hand
as she spoke and dropped it with .
little limp gesture that had in it tired
despair, fnality and hopelessness. It
caught at his heart more strongly than
any words. He felt warm gush of
pity and tenderness.
He took her hand gently without
speaking, and pressed it hard against
his lips. 1t seemed to him very small
and cold.
They passed together through the
wet bracken, his strong arm guiding
her over the uneven path, and came
to the open in silence.
Don't come with me-" she said
then, and without a backward glance,
went rapidly from him down the SHIN
mering road.
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1914-08-06
IN DISASTER AT SEA
TRAVELLER TELLS OF ACTIONS OF
FELLOW PASSENGERS.
Little Excitement, Although All Knew
the Ship Was Injured, and Later
Deep ThankfuIness for Preser-
walton From Death.

l have often wondered how people
would act, how l myself would feel,
in the event of a disaster at sea.
had the opportunity of finding out, the
other night, when in the darkest hour
just before dawn, in a dense fog, the
ship on which I had sailed from South
ampton, the New York, was rammed
by the Pretoria, 400 miles from New
York.
l was awakened by the stopping Of
our engines and the violent churning
of the screw as the ship backed Wa
ter. Then, out of the impenetrable
darkness was heard the hoarse shrek
of another foghorn than our own,
which, at intervals of a minute, had
been believing for hours. I knew that
another vessel was approaching, and
every minute drawing nearer.
Then came a shock, sharp though
not very violent, and [ knew we had
been struck Sailors and stewards
rushed past to take up their station at
the boats, and two or three minutes
later the huge bulk of the Pretoria,
towering above our craft, glided by so
near that l could touch her with my
hand, while she tore away part of our
bulwarks in passing
Then the passengers began to pour
up from the cabins in scanty attire,
many with life preservers buckled On.
There were no Mysteries, and surprls-
ingly little evident excitement, but all
quietly awaited the end which we
thought was near, until in a few min
utes the officers reported that the hole
in our side was above the water line.
It was big enough, however, to admit
two or three trolley cars abreast, and
a huge anchor Of the Pretoria, weigh
ing five tons, was found imbedded in
our bow, while the iron plates Of our
ship were twisted up like shavings.
For nearly twenty-four hours more
the fog continued with brief intermis-
sion, and this evidently got on the
nerves of the passengers even more
than the shock Of the first moment
of the collision. Some tried to throw
off their nervousness by singing rag
time tunes, others by playing cards,
and not a few, am glad to say, by
looking to higher power, and remem-
bering that the father in heaven ruled
the waves.
1t was a time when many hearts
were tender, and any appeal to their
gratitude and reverence went home.
Sunday morning, the next day after
the accident, just before reaching port,
l asked permission Of the purser to
hold a thanksgiving service, which
was readily granted. I never knew an
audience to be more responsive. There
were few dry eyes in the crowded
music room as we voiced our gratitude
III song and prayer and brief words of
thanksgiving. Tears streamed down
the faces of many strong men, and the
impressive service will never be for
gotten by any who attended.-Chris
tan Herald.
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1914-08-06
Doesn't That Prove What Say?" He
Said, Bending Toward Her.

be to strike to the heart her love
and loyalty to her mother, and she
said this over and over to herself in
varying phrases:
You can't! No matter how much
you love him, you can't! His father
deliberately ruined your mothers life
your own mother! It's bad enough
to love him-you can't help that But
you can help marrying him. You
would hate yourself You can never
kiss him again, or feel his arms around
you. You can't touch his hand. You
mustn't even see him. Not if it breaks
your heart-as your mothers heart
was broken!'
She had turned into an unbeaten
way that ambled from the road
through a track of tall oaks and pines,
scarce more than bridle-path, wind
ing aimlessly through bracken-strewn
! depths so dense that even the wild
roses had not found them. In her
childish hurts she had always fed to
| the companionship of the trees. She
had known them every one-the black
gum and pale dogwood and gnarled
hickory, the prickly-balled button
wood" the lowIy mulberry and the
majestic red oak and walnut They
had seemed friendly and plying coun-
sellers, standing about her with arms
! intertwined. Now, with the rain weep
| ing in sOughing gusts through them,
! they offered her no comfort She sud
! denly threw herself face down on the
| soaked moss.
ooh, God" she cried. 81 love him
so! And I had only that one evening.
It doesn't seem just. If I could only
| have him, and suffer some other way!
He's suffering, too, and it isn't our
fault! We neither of US harmed any
one! He isn't responsible for what
his father did-why, he hardly knew
him! Oh, God, why must it be so
| hard for US? Millions of other people
love each other and nothing separates
them like this!"
Shirley's warm breath made a little
fog against the star-eyed moss She
was scarcely conscious of her wet and
clinging clothing, and the soaked
| strands of her hair. She was so
wrapped in her desolation that she no
| longer heard the sound of the perse-
vering rain and the wet swishing of
| the bushes-parting now to a hurried
step that fell almost without sound on
the spongy forest SOIL She started
up suddenly to see Valiant before her.
He was in a somewhat battered
walking suit Of brown khaki, with a
leather belt and a felt hat whose brim.
| stiff with the wet, was curved down
visor-wise over his brow. In an in
slant he had drawn her upright, and
they stood, looking at each other,
drenched and trembling.
How can your" he said with a
roughness that sounded akin to anger.
Here in this atrocious weather-like
thisi" he laid a hand on her arm.
You're wet through"
II don't mind the RAIN" she an
swered, drawing away, yet feeling
with guilty thrill the masterfulness
of his tone, as well as its real concern.
I'm often wet
His gaze searched her face, feature
by feature, noting her pallor, the blue
black shadows beneath her eyes, the
caught breath, uneven like child's
from crying. He still held her hands
in his.
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1914-08-06

he is. But he's got Greet King to
reckon with yit!" He looked az her
balefully and shook her
"Look-a-yere," he said in a Kissing
voice. eye remember me. I'm a bad
one ter fool with. Yer nav foun' that
out, I reckon. Now yen promise me
yen tell nobody who we've seen. I'm
only tramp; dye hear?" He shook
her roughly.
Rickey's fingers and teeth were
clenched hard and she said no word.
He shook her again Yiciously, the
blood pouring into his SCARED face
Eye sniveIin' brat, YET" he snarled.
I'll show yer!" He began to drag
her after him through the bushes. A
few yards and they were on the brink
Of the headlong ugly chasm of Lovers
Leap. She cast one desperate look
about her and shut her eyes. Catching
her about the waist he leaned over
and held her out in mid-air, as if she
had been kitten. eye amt seen me,
hev yer? Promise, or over We go. Ye
won't look so pretty when ye're
layin' down there on them rocks!"
The child's face was paper-white
and she had begun to tremble like a
leaf, but her eyes remained closed.
"One-two-" he counted deliber-
ately.
Her eyes opened. She turned one
shuddering glance below, then her
resolution broke. She cIutched his
arm and broke into wild suppIicatfons.
4 promise, promised" she cried. ooh,
don't let go! I promised"
He set her on the solid ground and
released her, looking at her with a
sneering laugh. Now we'll see eff ye
belong here or up ter Hell's-Half-
Acre" he said. Fine folks keeps their
promises, I've heerd tell
Hickey looked at him a moment
shaking; then she burst into a passion
of sobs and with her face averted ran
from him like a deer through the
bushes.
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1914-08-06
Lust Suit Him.

What pawt have you-aw-we-
served fob me, Miss Coachem?" asked
young Sapleigh of the fair manager
of the amateur theatricals.
why, really, Mr.. Sapleigh," she re-
piled. I'm afraid I've overlooked you,
and all the parts have been assigned.
Oh. by the way, there is still the part
Of the heroine's father. I think that
would about fit you.
The pawt is weally of little-aw-
consequence, doncher know, just SO
I'm one of the-aw-aetahs, said Sap
leigh. What am I-aw-supposed to
do in the pawt?'
Well" answered the manageress,
"as the heroine is supposed to be an
orphan. I'm afraid it will be necessary
that you should remain dead"
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1914-08-06

band Don't you" she burst in
paroxysm of passion; don't you even
speak her name! If you do, I'll kill
you,"
So fierce was her leap that he fell
back a step in sheer surprise. Then
he laughed loudly. "Why, ye little
spittin' wile-eat!" he grinned.
He leaned suddenly, grtpped her
wrist and covering her mouth tightly
with his palm, dragged her behind a
Clump of dogwood bushes. A heavy
step was coming along the wood-path.
He held her motionless and breathless
in this cruel grip till the pedestrian
had passed. 1t was Major Bristow, his
spruce white hat on the back of his
head, his unsulIied waistcoat dappled
with the leaf-shadows. He stepped
out briskly toward Damory court,
swinging his stick. all unconscious of
the fierce scrutiny bent on him from
behind the dogwoods.
Greet King did not withdraw his
hand till the steps had died in the dis
lance When he did, he clenched his
fist and shook it in the air. There
he goesl" he said with bitter haired.
yer noble friend that sent me up
for six years { break my heart on
tn rock-pile! Oh. he's a top-notcher,
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1914-08-06
EFFICIENCY IN "NEWS STYLE"
tain, 1t Is Claimed, the Best of
English Phrasing.

1t is seldom that good word is
said in academic circles for what is
termed newspaper English" meaning
the terse, trenchant style in which the
best journalists are in the habit of ex-
pressing themselves. The College of
Journalism, however, recognizes the
value Of this style, and Prof. F. W.
Beekman, well-knOwn educators,
says;
with all its faults 1 still believe in
the news style as the most efficient
style of this modern day of presenting
information through the written word
It has been hammered out in the heat
and stress Of newspaper work to meet
the demands of the millions for some
thing to compel their attention, inter
est them and give them information
in the quickest, clearest way possible"
There is much truth in this, but not
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1914-08-06
CHAPTER XXX.
The EVeninn of an Old Score,

The Evening of an Old Score.
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!- Bristow's
ivory-headed camphor-wood stick
thumped on the great door Of Damory
court. The sound had a tang of impa-
thence, for he had used the knocker
more than once without result Now
he strobe to the end of the porch
and raised his voice in a stentorian
below that brought Uncle Jefferson
shutting around the path from the
kitchens with all the whites of his
eyes showing.
you dog-gone lazy rascal" thun-
dered the major. what do you mean,
sab, by keeping a gentleman cooling
his heels on the doorstep like a tax
collector? Where's your master?'
'Fo' de Lawd, Major, All ain seen
Mars John sence dis mawnin'. Staht
out aftah breakfas' en- he nevah
showed up ergin ct all. Yo' reck'n
whut de mattah, subj" he added anx-
iously. "'Peahs lax sumpin' preyin
on he mind. DON seem er bit hese'f
lately"
"H-m-m!" The major looked thought
full. Isn't he well?"
mo, sub. Ain ct no Morn er hum
min-buhd desc las few days Jes
hangs eroun' lonesome lax. Dom
laugh no mo-, don sing no mo-. Ain
play de PLAINLY sence de day aftah de
ball. Me en- Daph noght1y pestered
bout him"
''Pshaw!" said the major Touch
of spring fever, I rackon Aunt Daph
feeds him too we'll. Give him less
fried chicken and more ash-cake and
buttermilk Make him some juleps"
The old negro shook his head.
''Moghty neah use up all dat mint
bald All foun'." he said, ''but ain do
no good. Majah, Abs sho' 'feahed
sumpin' gwineter happen"
''Nonsensei" the major shifted
What fool IDEAS got under your wool
now? Been seeing Mad Anthony
again, I'll bet dollar"
Uncle Jefferson swallowed once or
twice with seeming difficulty and
turned the gravel with his toe. Oats
So" he said gloomily. "Ah done see
de old man de yuddah day bout et
Ant'y, he know! He see trouble err
comm en- trouble er-gwine. Dat same
night de hoss-shoe drop often de
stable do, en- dis ve'y mawnin' er
buhd done fly inter de house. Das'
er mighty bad hoodoo, er mighty bad
hoodoo!"
"'Shucks!" said the major. You're
as Ioony as old Anthony, with your
Internal signs. If your Mars Johns
been out all day I reckon he'll turn
up before long. I'll wait for him a
while" He started in, but paused on
the threshold. did you say-ah-
that mint was all gone, Unc' Jeffer-
SOM"
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1914-08-06
CHAPTER xxIx-continued.

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The inquiry was drowned in a shrek
from several children in unison. They
scrambled to their feet, casting fear
full gIances over their shoulders. The
man who had been lying behind the
bush had risen and was coming toward
them at a slouching amble, one foot
dragging slightly. His appearance, in
deed, was enough to cause panic. With
his savage face, set now in a grin, and
his tramp-like costume, he looked
fierce and animaIlike. White and
black the children fed like startled
rabbits, older ones dragging younger,
Will out a backward Iook-aIl save
Hickey, who stood quite still, her wild
ening eyes fixed on him in a kind Of
blanched fascinated terror.
He came close to her. never taking
his eyes from hers, then put his heavy
grimy hand under her chin and turned
her twitchiEg face upward, chuckling
Amt afeard, d-n mel" he said
with admiration. Wouldn't skedaddle
with tn fine folks whitelivered young
'uns! Know wh1 l am, don't ye?"
Greet King" RiCkey's lips rather
formed than spoke the name.
Right An l know you, too. Got
les tn same look ez when ye wuzn't
no higher'n my knee. So We amt at
tn Dome no mo-, Ell? Purkle an fine
Inning an a eddication. Hobo! Coin
ter make We another ladyess like the
sweet ducky-dovey that rescooed We
from tn lovin' embrace O yer fond
step-parient, eh?"
Rickey's small arm went suddenly
out and her fingers tore at his shirt
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1914-08-06
MAN GUIDED BY HIS IDEALS
If Clean and Definite, Success in Life
May Pc Said to Be Assured
From the Start.

A human being without ideals is as
worthless as a ship without a rudder.
AS screIy and confidently as does the
rudder guide the ship, SO do clean,
definite ideals guide and shape and
complete a successful career.
There is never any progress withov&
an objective point.
If you are building a business, and
have carefully formulated honest
ideals toward which you are to pro-
coed. there can be small question as
to your success. Failure may mark
the way, but your ideals will keep
you in the right direction where ulti-
mate winning is certain to be reach
ed
As soon as you learn the ideals of q
man, you know the man.
1t is impossible to find a really
great man or woman or business that
does not literally reflect in all direc-
tons. for every worthy ideal seems
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1914-08-06
Authors Queer Costume.

One of Robert Louis Stevenson
contemporaries describes the author.
His hair was smooth and parted in
the middle and fell below the collar Of
his coat; he wore a black flannel shirt,
with curious knitted tie twisted in a
knot: had Wellington boots, rather
tight, dark trousers, a pea jacket and a
white sombrero hat. But the most as
founding item of all his costume was a
lady's sealskin cape, which he wore
about his shoulders, fastened at the
neck by fancy brooch, which also
held together a bunch of half dozen
daffodils. I think these final touches
to his toilet must have been added by
loving hands without his knowledge or
consent"
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1914-08-06
Scores Modern Mothers

DR.. Gilbert Fitzpatrick of Chicago,
president of the ObstetricaI Society
Of the American Institute Of Homeopa-
thy, said recently at a convention that
the modern mother is a poor mother
and the direct cause of the high rate
Of mortality. These women, he said,
are detectives and muscular degener-
ates. They are poor mothers, weak
Ings, mentally, morally, physically,
and even socially, when the country s
welfare and race betterment are
hanging in the balance.