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Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-11-05
Judge Kruger May Remain
in Berlin All the Winter

A letter from former Judge Gott-
fried Kruger. who has been abroad
for several months. has been received
by his son, William Kruger, Of 601
High street. The letter was mailed
from Berlin October 10. Mr.. and Mrs.
Kruger are staying in Berlin.
The letter was OF personal ma
ture and nothing is said of condi-
tions abroad resulting from the war.
Mr.. Kruger states that he will prob
ably remain in Berlin through the
winter, unless the war stops, as the
dangers and inconvenience from
travel are great.
Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-11-05
unhurt in sixteen-Foot Fall

Nathaniel Toxic, twenty-one years
old, of SOB Van Ness avenue. The
Bronx, who is employed by the
American Burlap Company, of Staten
Island, fell sixteen feet into the base
ment of building at Rankin street
and Springfield avenue this morning.
He was engaged in putting lights IN
the sidewalk when he lost his foot
ing. After treatment at the City
Hospital he went back to work.
Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-11-05
Duke of BuccIeuch Dead

LONDON. Nov. 5--The death Of
william Henry Walter Montagu-
Douglas Scott. sixth Duke of Buc.
cleuch, has been announced here. The
Duke of Buccleuch was born in 1881
He was Conservative member of the
House of Commons from 1853 to 1868
and from 1874 to 1880.
Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-11-05
Court Attache Victim of Thief

Isaac Binder, court interpreter in
the Fourth precinct, has reported to
the police that a gold watch-charm
was stolen from him Tuesday night
while he was watching bulletins of the
election returns in Market street He
has offered a reward Of 80 for the re-
covery OF the charm.
Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-11-05
Jewels and Violin Loot of
Thieves in Two RObberies

Thieves entered the home Of Angelo
Agrifoglio, So Webster street, by
means of key during the night and
stole two rings, pair OF earrings and
q stickpin, valued in all at $3.50.
John b. Marion, of 779 North Sixth
street, reported to the Fifth precinct
police his place was entered In the
same way and violin worth $50
taken.
Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-11-05
FIRST DEATH OF
HUNTING SEASON
South Jersey Gunner Dies OF
Wounds Received on Elec-
ton Day.

Special to the Evening Star.
EGG >HARBOR, Nov. 5.-Frank
Short, a contractor, of this place, died
today of buckshot wounds received
while hunting deer on election day.
This is the first fatality of the gum
ming season In this State.
Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-11-05
Air Craft Falls; Aviator Dies

LONDON, Nov. "a naval aero
plane collapsed over Salisbury Plain
today. killing the aviator, Naval Lieu.
tenant D. Murray.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-31

father, but even yet l am at loss to
know how he could have cast me
away so lightly. Was 1t merely that
he wanted peace for his business and
saw no chance of securing it in his
own home except by removing the
chief cause of Aunt Bridget's jeal-
ousy? Or was it that his old grudge
against Fate for making me girl
made him wish to rid himself of the
sight of me?
do not know. can not say. But
in either case l try in vain to see how
he could have thought he had right,
caring nothing for me. to tear me
from the mother who loved me and
had paid for me SO dear; or how he
could have believed that because he
was my father, charged with the care
of my poor little body, he had control
over the little bleeding heart which
was not his to make to suffer
He is my father-God help me to
think the best of him.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-31
FOURTEENTH CHATTER.

Alma kept her word, though per-
haps her method Of protection was
such as would have commended it,
self only to the heart of a child.
II consisted in calling me Margaret
Mary after our patron saint Of the
Sacred Heart, in taking me round the
garden during recreation as II I had
been a pet poodle, and, above all. In
making my bed the scene of the con-
versations which some of the girls
held at night when they We're sup
posed TO be asleep.
The secrecy of these gatherings
fiattered me, and when the unclouded
moon, in the depths Of the deep blue
italian sky, looked in on my group Of
girls in their nishtdresses, punched
together on my bed, with my own lit
tie body between. / had a feeling Of
dignity as well as solemnity and awe.
or course, Alma was the chief
spokeswoman at these whispered con
ferences. Sometimes she told us OF
her drives into the Borghese Gardens.
where she saw the King and Queen,
or to the Hunt in the Campagna,
where she met the flower OF the aris-
tocracy or to the Pincio, where the
municipal band played In the pavilion,
while ladies sat in their carriages in
the sunshine and officers in blue
cloaks saluted them and smiled
Sometimes she indicated her inten-
lions for the future, which was GER
tainly not TO be devoted to retreats
and novenas, or 10 witness another
black dress as long as she lived, and
IL she married (Which was uncertain)
II was not TO be to an American, but
TO a Frenchman. because Frenchmen
had family" and blood" or per-
haps to an Englishman. II he was a
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-31
PAST GOING
FOR TWO YEARS
And This Lady Thinks She
Would Have Become
Helpless, but for Car
dui, The Woman's
Tonic.

Waldron. Ark.-Miss Gertrude
Houston. OF this place, authorizes the
following for publication: II want to
tell all ladies who suffer from any
kind of womanly trouble, among
them weakness, headache, backache,
hurting in sides, pains every month,
nervousness. etc, to try Cardui, the
womans tonic. Get it at once, as 1t
IS what you need. After you use one
bottle, you will never regret your
start.
Il was Just about past going for
over two years with the above all
ments. and had it not been for Cardui
! would have been helpless, no doubt.
Il took one bottle, and my health
began to improve, and before the bot
Tie was gone / was almost well. Now
my health is perfectly all right
so. lady friends. IL you want a
medicine that will do you real good,
AXE Cardn, the woman's tonic"
If you are weak and ailing, think
What it would mean to recover as
rapidly and surely as did Miss Hous-
ton In the past so years this
strength-building remedy has been
used by more than a million ladies'
who found it OF untold value in re-
heving womanly pains and ailments
II you are a woman, therefore, try
Cardui. You will appreciate its ton
ie-building effect on the womanly
constitution. Begin to-day.
N. B. = Write 10: Ladies' Advisory
Dept, Chattanooga Medicine Co.. Chat
lanooga. Tenn. for Special Instructions
ana 64-page book, Home Treatment for
Momen. sent in plain wrapper. on re-
Nest.--Advt. -.----..-
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-31
Little. Bobbie's
Pa
By-WuLIAM F. KIRK.

n EER ME. sed Pa last mite. II 1.
talking me a long time to gil
oaver the holidays. Chrisnus q
New Yeers is past for sum time, but
amt recovered yet.
You certingly haven't been any sun
beam around the house, sed Ma, I al.
most wish Chrismus was onst every five
years, il It wasent for littel Bobbie. II
seems strange to me, Mad sed, that a
full grown man cant get oaver a simpel
littel holiday week without being like a
bear with soar toe.
This Chrismus hit me pritty hard
sed Pa. In the first plaice, you know
that 1 didn't want to send presents to
all of our relatives this year. You know
what relatives are, Pa sed. or If you
ioant know you ought to. But you have
TO go Jest the saim & maik out a list
of forty Mains of relatives, &. 1 have
got to dig down & buy every one OF
them a present. Moast of them forgot
10 remember US, sed Pa. but I am glad
thay did forget. 1 doant like the idee
Of giving presents jest beelsaus you are
expecting present from the other per-
son l am glad thay didn't remember
us.
Then what are you kicking about? sed
Ma.
Well, sed Ma, always enjoy the holt
day seeson. I think 1t maiks peepul stop
a minnit IN thare mad rush to get along,
& think about SUM- I.ind deed that thay
mite do 1t is the spirit of the holidays
that does me good, sed Ma, not the pres
ents that I reeceeve or the mummy l
spend for gift or two
Well, anyhow, sed Pa. these last holi-
days seem as hard for me to get oaver
as the Civil war, & hoap beefoar long
] viii be on my feet aggenn & feel like
human beeing. haven't felt rite since
] caught that awful coald Christmas
Eve
You wuddent have caught that awful
cold, sed Ma. il you haddent been out
around with yure trends Tom & Jerry.
You must think a lot OF Tom g. Jerry.
herd you talking about them in yure
sleep
That isent the Mains of men, Pa sed
TO Ma. that is the naim of nice, soft
drink It's such a soft drink that 1t
slips down like velvet. Pa ssd. No, deer.
It wasent anything but that awful cold
caught G. the awful pile of mummy 1
spent that has me feeling like a Gloom
these days. Vile Pa was talking that
way I went in the other room & rote
this littel poem wich 1 red to him &
Ma:
Wen Christmas is gone do you kick. my
friend.
Al yure cold or the mummy you had to
spend.
II so. that is vary small of you.
We can't eat our pie & Have 1t, too
Stop having that kind of selfish feeling.
Put on a smile & doant be squeezing.
suppose you rote that for my ben
EFT, sed Pa
Yes, / sed, g. wen l rote It had a
worse cold than you have. You ought
10 be ashamed to be such a old crouch,
7 sed.
Then Pa began to laff & patted me
on the he'd & gaive me ten cents 1
thought 1 wud git at least a quarter.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-31
Synopsis.

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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-31
Eight Hours Only.

The new school teacher In a. rural
town gave a boy q question in COM
pound proportion for homework one
evening II included the circun-
stance of men working ten hours a
DAY to complete certain task"
The next morning the teacher, IN
looking over the little pack Of exer :
cises, found one boys sum wholly
uninterrupted Calling him to her, she
asked why he had not tried to do the
sum
The boy, after considerable fum-
bling around in his pockets, brought
forth note from his father and
handed IL to her. Unfolding II, the
teacher read:
Miss refuse to let my boy do
his sum you give him, as 1t looks to
me to be a slur at eight-hour system:
emmy sum not more than eight hours
he Is welcum to do, but not more"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-31
A Child s Worship.

/ listened to this with admiring
awe, thinking Alma the most won
derful and worshipful Of all creatures
and when remember It now, after all
these years, and the bitter experiences
which have come with them, I hardly
know whether to laugh or cry at the
thought that such was the impression
she first made on me.
MY class was with the youngest of
the children, and Sister Angela was
my teacher. She was so sweet to me
that her encouragement was like q
kiss and her reproof like a caress; but
could think OF nothing but Alma,
and at noon when the bell rang for
lunch and Mildred took me back TO
the refectory, wondered II the same
girl would read again.
She did, but this time in foreign
language, French as Mildred whis-
pered-from the letters Of the Blessed
Margaret Mary Alacoque-and my
admiration for Alma went UP tenfold.
wondered IL It could possibly occur
that should ever come to know her
There is no worship like that Of a
child, and life for me. which had
seemed 30 cold and dark the day be-
fore. became warm and bright with a
new eplendor.
was impatient Of everything that
took me away from the opportunity
OF meeting with Alma-the visit 70
the lay sisters to be measured for my
new black clothes, the o'clock
! rosary" when the nuns walked with
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-31
III WOIuFN lllOO UAVEOl INI rTmhln

member of the House of Lords, in
which case she would attend all the
race meetings and coronations, and
take tea at the Carlton. where she
would eat meringues glaces every day
and have as many cellars as she liked
And sometimes she would tell us
the stories. of the novels which she
bribed one of the washer women to
smuggle into the convent stories of
ladies and their lovers, and of intoxi-
eating dreams of kissing and fon-
ding, at which the bigger girls, with
far-off suggestions OF sexual myster-
les still UNEMPLOYED, would laugh and
shudder and then Alma would say;
But hush, girls! Margaret Mary
viii be shocked"
Occasionally these conferences
would be Interrupted by Mlldreds
voice from the other end of the DOR
mitory, where she would raise her
head from her pillow and say:
Alma Lier, you ought to be
ashamed OF yourself-keeping that
child up when she ought to be asleep,
instead of listening to your wicked
stories
"Helloa. Mother Mildred, is that
you?" Alma would answer. and then
the girls would laugh, and Mildred
was supposed to be covered with con-
fusion
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-31

to be devoted to meditation, although
| could not help seeing that some OF
the big girls were whispering to each
other while their heads were down.
After that. and mass IN the church,
we went scurrying away 10 the refec-
tory, which was now warm with the
steam from our breakfast and bub-
bling with cheerful voices, making a
noise like water boiling in a sauce
pan. y
] was so absorbed by all saw that
forgot to eat until Mildred nudged
me to do so, and even when my spoon
was halfway to my mouth something
happened which brought 1t down
again
At the tinkle of hand bell one OF
the big girls had stepped up to the
reading desk and begun to read from
book which l afterward knew to be
THE Imitation of Christ" She was
about IS years of age, and her face
was so vivid that I could not take my
eyes off it.
Her complexion was fair and her
hair was auburn, but her eyes were SO
dark and searching that when she
raised her head. Is she often did.
they seemed to look through and
through you.
"Who is she7" / whispered,
alma Lier." Mildred whispered
back, and when breakfast was over
and we were trooping back to lessons
she told me something about her.
Alma was an American. Her faith
er was very rich, and his home was
in New York. But her mother lived
in Paris. though she was staying at
hotel in Rome at present and some
times she came in a carriage to take
her daughter for a drive.
Alma was the cleverest girl in the
school, too, and sometimes at the end
of terms, when parents and friends
came to the convent and one OF the
Cardinals distributed the prizes, she
had so many books to take away that
she could hardly carry them down
from the platform
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-31

their classes in the sunshine and,
above all, the voluntary visit to the
Blessed Sacrament in the Church of
the Convent, which seemed to me
large and gorgeous, though divided
across the middle by an open bronze
screen, called a Cancello--the inner
half, as Mildred whispered, being sor
the inmates of the school, while the
outer half was for the congregation
which came on Sunday to Benedic-
ton
But at 4 o'clock we had dinner,
when Alma read again-tris time in
Italian-from the writings OF Saint
Francis of Sales-and then, to my ia
finite delight, came a long recreation,
when all the girls scampered out into
the convent garden, which was still
bright with afternoon sunshine AMI
as merry with laughter and shouts as
the seashore on windy summer
morning.
Ridiculed by Idol.
The garden was a large bare in
closure, bounded on two sides by the
convent buildings and on the other
two by a yellow wall and an avenue
made by a line of stone pines with
heads like open umbrellas, but q had
no other foliage except an old tree,
WI iaI 80 IT, 4.
Mate, having gnarled and SPRAYING
limbs, and standing like a weather
beaten old sailor, four square in the
middle
A number of the girls were singing
and dancing around this tree. and I
felt so happy Just then that I should
have loved to join them. but I was
consumed by desire to come to close
quarters with the object of my devo-
| ton, so looked eagerly about me AMI
asked Mildred If Alma was likely to
be there.
Sure 70 be-" said Mildred. and
hardly were the words out of her
mouth when Alma herself came
straight down In our direction, sur
rounded by a group OF admiring girls,
who were hanging on to her and
laughing at everything she said.
My heart began to thump, and
without knowing what was doing,
I stopped dead short, while Mildred
went on a pace or two ahead of me.
Then I noticed that Alma had
stopped, too, and that her great
searching eyes were looking down at
me. In my nervousness. tried 20
smile, but Alma continued to stare,
and at length, in the tone of one who
had accidentally turned up something
with her toe that was little and ridic-
ulous, she said:
Goodness, girls, what's this?"
Then she burst into a. At Of laugh
ter, in which the other girls Joined,
and, looking UP and down, they all
| laughed together.
knew what they were laughing at
the clothes my mother had made for
me and I had felt so proud of. That
burnt me like iron, and think my
| lip must have dropped, but Alma
showed no mercy.
Dare say the little doll thinks her.
self pretty, though" she said. And
then she passed on, and the girls with
her, and as they went off they, looked
back over their shoulders and laughed
again.
Never since any human creature
not even Alma herself-made me suf-
fer more than l suffered at that mo-
ment MY throat felt tight, tears
leapt to my eyes, disappointment, hu-
initiation and shame swept over me
| like flood, and | stood squeezing my
| little handkerchief In my hand and
| feeling as II | could have died
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At the next moment Mildred
stepped back to me- and putting her
arm about my waist she said;
Never mind, Mary. She's a heart
less thing Don't have anything to
do with her"
But all the sunshine had gone out
of the day for me now and / cried
for hours. | was still crying, silently
but bitterly, when at o'clock we
were saying the night prayers, and
saw Alma, who was in the oppo-
site benches, whispering to one OF the
girls who sat next to her and then
looking straight across at me.
A Reconciliation.
And at Q o'clock when we went to
bed / was crying more than ever. so
that after the good night bell had
been rung and the lights had been
put down, Sister Angela, not know
ing the cause of my sorrow. stepped
up to my bed before going down
stairs for her own studies. and whis-
pered:
you mustn't fret for home. Mary
You will soon get used to It."
| But hardly had I been left alone
with the dull pain could find no
| ease for, when somebody touched me
on the shoulder and. looking up. |
saw a girl in her nightdress standing
Vrln It,aa 81
said
SAY, little girl, is your name
O'Neill?"
Trembling with nervousness l an
swered that 1t was.
DO you belong to the O'Neills OF
Ellan?"
Still trembling told her that | did
my" she said in quite another
tone, and then | saw that by some
means l had begun to look different
in her eyes.
After a moment she sat on the side
| of my bed and asked questions about
my home--if it was not large and
very old, with big stone staircases
and great open fireplaces, and broad
terraces, and beautiful walks golne
down to the sea.
was so filled with the joy oil
finding myself looking grand in Al
mas eyes. that l answered yes" anC
yes" without thinking too closely
| about her questions, and my tears
were all brushed away when she said:
| az knew somebody who lived in
your house once, and I'll tell her al
about you"
She stayed few moments longer
and when going off she whispered:
Hope you don't feel badly about
my laughing in the garden to-day.
didn't mean a thing. But II any of the
| girls laugh again just say you're Alma
| Liers friend and she's going to take
care of you"
I could hardly believe my ears
Some great new splendor had sud
denly dawned upon me and I was
very happy.
| did not know then that the
house which Alma had been talking OF
was not my fathers house, but Castle
Raa- / did not know then that the
person who had lived there was her
mother. and that in her comely and
reckless youth she had been some
thing to the bad Lord Raa who had
dashed my father and sworn at my
grandmother.
] did not know anything that was
dead and buried in the past. or
| shrouded and yelled in the future.
only knew that Alma had called her
self my friend and promised TO take
care of me. So with a glad heart
went to sleep.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-31
Now Go On
The Ndrrotiue of Mary
O'NeiU
FIRST PART.
My Girlhood

Copyright 1912, by Hearst's Magazine.
Copyright, 1918. by Hearst Magazine.
Copyright In Great Britain. Copyright,
1913. by j. B. Lippincott Company.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-31
THIRTEENTH CHAPTER.


a T half past SIX in the morning I
~ was awakened by the loud
ringing of the getting-up bell,
and as soon as | could rouse myself
from the deep sleep of childhood |
saw that a middle-aged nun with a
severe face was saying a prayer. and
that all the girls in the dormitory
were kneeling In their beds while they
made the responses.
A few minutes later. when the girls
were chattering and laughing as they
dressed, making the room Jingle with
twittering sounds like g. tree full Of
linnets in the spring, a big girl came
up to me and said:
81 am Mildred Bankes and Sister
Angela says / am to look after you
to-day"
She was about Is years of age, and
had a long. plain featured face which
reminded me of one Of my fathers
horses that was badly used by the
farm boys; but there was something
sweet in her smile that made me like
her instantly.
She helped me to dress in my
brown velvet frock, but said that one
Of her first duties would be to the lay
sisters who made the black habits
which all The girls in the convent
wore.
It was still so early that the dark
ness Of the room was just broken by
pale shafts of light from the win
dows, but ! could see that the chill
dren of my own age were only seven
or eight altogether, while the major
tiy of the girls were several years
older, and Mildred explained this by
telling me that the children of the
Infant Jesus, like myself, were so few
that they had been put into the DOR
mitory of the children of the Sacred
Heart.
In quarter Of an hour everybody
was washed and dressed, and then. al
word from Sister Angela, the girls
went leaping snd laughing downstairs
10 the meeting room. which was a
large hall. with platform at the far
Their end OF 1t and another picture OF
the Sacred Heart. pierced with SHARP
thorns, on the wall.
The American Girl.
The Reverend Mother was there
with the other nuns or the convent