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Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-01-04

ordered it lowered away and watched as he
ran up it.
"Close shave, Sir he called down in the
friendly greeting that is always accorded
men of affairs; but Burmah did not reply.
He gave his suitcase to a steward, and walked
aft as the boat swung away from the wharf
and headed toward Seattle.
STRANGE events were working them
~ selves out in Port Hatch on that day of
May, as if the loose threads were being
drawn together by some inscrutable and
master hand. Lester, riding carefree and
contented beside Arabella, seemed involved.
Quietly but well groomed, he rode his horse
with a firm hand, and laughter and happi-
ness were blended in his eyes as they came
galloping down the mountain road from the
reservoir, honeward bound.
I'm so hungry that | can scarcely wait
for the luncheon hour, announced Arabella,
as they pulled their mounts down to a
breathing walk. "You must come on up with
me and assist in destruction. There's cold
ham, and cold tongue, and cold kippers, and a
salad that only Uncle Jeff can make, and
"But hadn't l better go home first and
get rid of the dust?7 he inquired.
"No, Sir, that's nonsense! The peck of
dirt theory, you know. Besides, you can
wash and clean just as well at our house as
anywhere, because we aren't barbarlans.
We have several very fine washbowls.'
@But that wouldn't give me an excuse to
hang around all the afternoon, he insisted.
4And if I go home first, then you have no
excuse to get rid Of me.
@Who said we wanted to-" she asked
without looking up.
a should think you would, he suggested,
looking at her with desperate eagerness in
his eyes. "You know am the one who al
know why. Don't youo'
ooh, fudge!' she exclaimed, smiling at
him. that's what they all say. For good
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ness sake be sensible It's getting SO that
the only one like to see is Uncle Burmah.
He always proposes marriage, and then says
he will expect an answer in Just three days,
and then forgets all about it when the three
days are up
Testers eyes suddenly took on a harsh
look, and he rode little stiff1y as they de-
bouched into the main street. And then,
coming toward them, they saw the same
group of men that had arrested Burmah's
attention, and they were walking together
and engrossed in some argument, with
Thornton at their head. Involuntarily
Testers hand frightened on his reins, and his
mouth shut into straight line. He scowled
at the men as if to make certain of their
identity, and then his horse suddenly
reared, pivoted on its hind hoofs, swung an
angry head, and leaped off into a side street.
Apparently the animal was intent on bolt
ing, and Lester had hard time to con-
troll it.
Arabella, at first amused, then solicitous.
as the animal disappeared from sight, turned
her horses head and galloped in pursuit; but
she did not overtake Lester until they were
several blocks away, and then found him
quieting the horse, and stroking the wet
neck, and standing in the road as if examin-
ing his saddle girths.
what on earth was the matter?' de-
manded Arabella, refining in beside him.
3Must have been something with the
girths, | think said Lester carelessly, as
he caught his reins and vaulted into the sad
die again. "But inasmuch as we are this far
along on the side street we might as well go
ahead this way, mightn't we?"
Arabella assented and started forward,
all unconscious that the cause of Testers
horses leap was that the animal had been
suddenly pricked heavily with the spur OPP
posite the group of men on the street, and
that Lester was extremely hopeful that none
of them had had time to recognize him.
To be continued next Sunday
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the man on first sneaked to second. This
sort O playing kind O shocked Big WEIGH,
who lowed it was immoral to take base
when other side wasn't looking. Our short
stop was next up. He reached first when the
catcher missed the third strike. The catcher
swore the Shadder snapped pebble into
his face at the physiological minute; but
the Shadder hotly denied it.
This filled the bases, with Mcpherson,
wild of eye, at the bat.
Hell pitch a straight one, being afraid
the catcher will bungle and let in run,
whispered the Shadder. Don't swat it too
hard. Jest tap it.
Sure enough, the pitcher was scared O the
three men on bases, likewise unnerved by the
Shadder turning back somersaults, and he
let 90 an easy one Old Mac met it with a
grunt O joy, sending it out o sight. This
give us twelve runs, and we begin to perk
up. BY similar and other tactics we crawled
up to fifteen, when Big WEIGH repeated his
speciality and famed again. The empire,
after calling five-minute halt so we could
all hear WEIGH swear, officially announced
that it was the best piece of gen'ral, all
round cussing ever heard on the Circle.
Il reckon I'd rather be hung right now
than watch any more O this sort O BALL
groaned the Shadder.
Yet ne kept up MS nerve, ana the exCfy
cartwheels and handsprings he discarded
was caution. He simply glided from one
caper into another, till even the Red Ant
batters found it hard work to tend to bust
ness. Once, when Sailor Dutch got to laugh
ing historical on his way to first, with the
ball rollin' right into the baseman's hands,
the Shadder bent over and peeped atween
his legs at the baseman, and made up such
funny face that the enemy went into fit
O. merrirnent, and we had to push Dutch
onto the base. All of which was some labori-
Gus, believe me, Neighbor! Our tongues was
hangin' out and interfering with our knee
action, though.
@For the love O. Mike, mace it, groaned
the Shadder, as l went in to bat with two
men on bases.
The runt glared at me most malicious and
tried to harvest my Adams apple; but l
1eaped back to safety, and the empire sourly
ruled, Zone ball!7
The Shadder, out by third, was mum as a
ghost.
The next, being some straight and swift
like, l banged square on the nose into left
field. All O. Red Ant groaned in sorrer as
it fell into the felder's paws. But jest as it
struck the Shadder let out the widest yell
| ever heard swarm from human lips. After
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wards he told me it was a cross atween the
famous Rebel Yell and steam siren. Any
way, it made the fielder jump as if he'd
found viper in his tea, and the ball bounced
from his hands. Two men scored with me
on second. 1t was one to tie and two to beat,
with the Shadder up.
Fetch that man and yersef home or git
hung warned Sailor Dutch. big WEIGH
comes next, and that means we take the
count.
NATURALLY the Shadder was some
- white about the gills. All our men
lined up along the base lines, while McPher-
son, off first, waved coil of rope as mute
reminder that all is vanity. The White
Hossers was beefing that the Shadder had
been fetched back from the tomb to steal
the game.
The first ball was as wild as Texas long
horn; but the empire called a strike. The
Shadder's lips trembled. | reckon he saw
they was out to can him. The next one was
yard too wide; but the empire repeated
his offensive remark.
@Baste that ball or swing!' beloved Big
WEIGH, jest beginning to realize we won or
lost on the next card.
The runt, relying on his pal, the empire,
threw two feet wide; but the Shadder was
taking no chances, and leap1ng at 1t he
crushed it to right field. I'm some Splinter,
believe me; but the Shadder was almost on
my heels afore hoofed it over the third bag!
Up ahead was Mcpherson, waving the Of
fetal rope and yelling for us to come faster.
II can't run with fence ahead O mel"
walled the Shadder.
aCome along, old Sinful! Toena1 it, we
granitehead! Shoe that COW off the track
so the Shadder can drift in!' bawled the
Red Ants And the fielder shot the ball in
to the plate.
There was some mild curiosity why 1
dives head first into the catcher while the
Shadder tunneled under me. l held my
tongue at the time; but II now admit it was
an inspiration, in the shape o the Shadder's
toe, urging me onward and upward. l arrived
jest as the catcher thought he had the ball.
That won the game, with Big WEIGH wool
ing because they wouldn't let him strike
again. The Shadder was forgiven his errors
and toasted most liberal that night, and
Mcpherson let him sleep in the cafe He
was gone in the morning with various bags
O. dust, what was never seen again.
So, We see, Neighbor, that for me to read
about these yere Gifted games would be the
same as offering drink O raspberry shrub
to Big WEIGH when he's in thirst.
The Socialist press., 1914-06-20
EPl1APH A STORY OF HER0lSM
On Captain John WIIiIams' Monu. ment and 10 the Longest In
 the United States.

One of the longest epitaphs in the United States, and certainly the long est in Arlington National cemetery, near Washington, Is that carved on the strangely shaped monument of Capt. John Williams of the U. s. Ma rtne corps. who died of wounds receiv- ed in a savage Indian fight in Flor ida in 1912. Here Is the inscription:
 Here lie the remains of John Will corps of U. S. marines. Was born in Stafford county, Virginia, the 24th of August. 1765, and died on the 18th of Sept, 1912, at Camp New Hope. in East Florida. The body of the de- ceased was removed to this spot over which his brother officers of the ma rine corps have caused this pile to be erected in testimony of his worth and in their mournful admiration of his gallant end.
 "On the 11th of September, 1872. Capt. Williams on his march with a command of 20 men to Davis Creek blockhouse, in East Florida, was at tackled towards evening by upwards of 50 Indians and negroes who lay concealed in the woods. He instantly gave battle. gallantly supported by his men; who inspired by his animated example fought as long as they had a cartridge left. At length, bleeding un- der eight galling wounds, and unable to stand. he was carried off the bat tleground, while his heroic little band pressed by superior numbers was forced to retreat.
 'Eminently characterized by cool intrepidity. Capt. Williams evinced during his short but severe contest those military prerequisites which qualify the officer for command. and if his sphere of action was too limited to attract the admiration of the world, 1t was sufficiently expanded to crown him with the appreciation of his coun- try and to afford to his brethren in arms an example as highly useful as his exit has sealed with honor the life of a patriot soldier"
 Capt. Williams monument is an elongated pyramid about one foot high. The inscription, which is in script lettering, covers four sides of the stone. The grave is in the war of 1912 section of Arlington. and was removed there after 1865 from some other cemetery in which this curious stone with it's ample inscription had been placed by his brethren in arms.
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PRESCRIPTION FOR LAZlNEsS
Washington Judge Orders Young Man to Take Cold Bath Every
 Morning.

Judge De Lacey. of the juvenile court of Washington, has new pre-: scription for laziness. He has given instructions that Theodore Peyton, Is years old, shall take morning plunge, and maybe it is pretty good medi. cine. The boy was brought into court on complaint of his father, who de. clared that the boy was so lazy that it was all but impossible to get him out of bed in the morning, to get him to go to school. to work or to do any thing useful. He said that sometimes the boy was even too lazy to dress himself
 What that boy needs is a cold bath every morning." said Judge DeLacey. Cold water is the best cure for lazi- ness. I will place him on probation on condition that he takes such a bath every morning. He must get in the water. whether he likes it or not, and stay in until he wakes up'
 The boys head hung dejectedly as he left the court room, but he prom. ised to take the water cure.
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NOT AFRAID OF REAL WORK
Charles D. Sigsbee, Jr., Son of Retired Rear Admiral, Works Eight
 Hours Day.

Charles D. Sigsbee, Jr., son of Rear. Admiral Sigsbee, retired, commander of the ill-fated battleship Maine. is working eight hours a day in the power plant of Charlestown navy yard. His work is not of the kid glove' sort, either, for he goes at it in grimy overalls and jumper.
 Sigsbee is but twenty-two years old. and each day he performs tasks on equal terms with older, trained me. chanics in the electric-light station. His work consists of repairing boilers and doing odd jobs about the plant, such as cleaning tubes, making draft tests. hammering rivets and lifting heavy pieces of tubing when the occa- sion demands.
 Sigsbee walks a half mile to the navy yard, and reports for duty at 8 o'clock. Young Sigsbee says:
 q work at the navy yard in overalls and jumper, because I want to acquire a thorough knowledge of mechanical engineering. I came to Boston to take a mechanical course at Lowell insti. tute three evenings a week, and when have completed this in 1914, hope to procure a responsible position in the steel business at Lebanon. Pa"
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to know who the victim was?" cried the culprit's lawyer. vindictively.
 "Overruled!" snapped the judge.
 The mayor sighed. Things looked black enough.
 Your honor," he said apprehensive- ly, addressing the court, T appeal for change of venue. I have reason to believe that the judge Is prejudiced against me. r."
 Judge Vining pierced him with glance.
 "The ideal" she cried. with asper- ity. "Sit down. sir."
 Well, anyhow, it was worth it!" he shot back, resentfully.
 The judge blushed as she opened the hotel cook book and searched os- tensibly for the criminal act relative to kissing against womans will.
 Call the first witness!" ordered the court.
 Pretty Molly Mcconnell, her raven crowned head held at a serious angle, her dimples set in solemn back ground, took the stand.
 IL was DdTeIy Sun-up LnlS mOrn- ing" she said. quietly, when we set out across the meadows after lady, slippers. Aurora was taking her mat utinal bath in dew as we trudged down Simon's hill and came to the. bottoms. Just as we were about to enter. we saw the defendant skulking in the wood. Somebody said, 'Man!' and we started in pursuit. Instead of surrendering, the villain fled at top speed. We ran after him! Jackie CT, beg your pardon, your honor. led the chase. I was second until caught my toe in briar tendril and collapsed in an alder bush!"
 What happened next?" encouraged Margaret Farnsworth, the prosecut- ing attorney, brushing stray curl from her violet eyes. and fixing the witness with steady eye.
 T heard a scream from the wood ahead and then sounds of oscula- tion!"
 q object!" interrupted Attorney Ma son, striking legal attitude. There is no evidence that this witness is an
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uirlsi there's . mani' shouted Bess Winters-and in g spirit of mis- chief we set out after you. It was only flash of feminine deviltry. that would have died out at once-but when you ran--well. 1t was SO funny we ran after you. I'm something of a sprinter and I-I got in the lead-and I-didn't expect you would-would-"
 The man grinned.
 GA bird in the hand Is worth two in the bush!" he quoted. T thought you'd beat 'em-and I-but I hear voices. Shall we run away?" entic- ingly.
 By all means. mo-" she replied se- verely.
 Very well. then. I surrender-to you"
 The girl shook her head.
 "I don't want you"
 What, after chasing me across that confounded swamp!" looking meaningly at her wet and bedraggled skirt.
 She reddened.
 Tt is woman's privilege to reject even after she has chased a man to cover."
 And you stand on your rights?" earnestly, but with mirth in his eyes.
 T dol" positively.
 Why" he persisted.
 "Because!"
 He bowed profoundly.
 Before woman's final and always conclusive reason I seem to accept the inevitable-but do not be deceived, fair lady, things are not always what they seem,'" quoting q have caught you fairly on the first lap. I, too, shall stand on my rights-the rules of the game!"
 "Oh. here they are. Come on, girls!" cried an eager voice.
 One by one nine warm, giggling summer girls came into view, ranging a galaxy of beauty beneath the green trees.
 Did you catch him. Jackie?" cooed the brunette. Did you?"
 The golden haired one dropped her eyes.
 She has-er, she did!" said the man, speaking for her. "Is this the pack?'
 Who are you, sir, that dares call us dogs?" demanded red-lipped blonde with hair like fax
 T am the fox!" replied the man.
 He arose to his feet and put his thumbs into the armpits of his vest. a habit he had. facing them mock ingly
 Look" screamed the short one, ''he Is an officer!"
 Jackie started.
 With a delft movement the bru- netre reached forth and laid back the lapel of his coat, peering at a tiny gold star. engraved.
 "Oh, girls" she cried dramatically, a ring of mischief in her voice, Took who's here; HIS HONOR, THE MAYOR"
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Persian on "Suffrinaettes."

A Persian puts forward a solution of the problem of how to deal with the suffragists.
 Tt is true," he says, in his quaint phraseology, "that in my Persia we, are not much troubled with your suf frngettes, though at one time a. te- grettable old wife was receitsa Hto, my home in Tabriz who zn raAsa broke many things, scratch my favd-. ite, and talk and talk and talk. But that with one wink of the sword was easily ceased, which with your law is not, I think, possible.
 "So, too, would be impossible for same reason, I think, to take next best way to stop such women as you have-viz., to mount them with all speed upon assback, face to tail, with poster inscribing overhead, See the deserving punishment of female chat ter monkey and so through all the city, staying only in each street for three strokes of stout stick upon bare flesh administered by guard attendant. We'll so.''
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CHAPTER II.

"The jury will arise and be sworn!"
 Jackie" Vining, the judge, waited impatiently.
 Whats the matter with you, girls? Mabel Lucile-don't you know you're 5urymen-er. on the jury. Stand up! Tnere!" with satisfaction. Now raise your hands-no, no; your right hands! That's better. You solemnly swear. cross your hearts. hope-to-die, you will carefully weigh the evidence fin this case and render a verdict according to the statutes-er, according to what you think this wretch deserves?" ma liciously.
 Six pretty heads nodded, in unison.
 Be seated" said the judge sternly.
 His honor, the mayor" sat on a soap box in the center of the front veranda, mere man in the hands of the enemy, waiting his fate and try ing to look unhappy.
 What's the charge" demanded Alice Mason, appointed by the court to defend the prisoner.
 The judge moved uneasily in her chair. Then, in low, cutting tone she said:
 He's a thief"
 The mayor looked up apprehen- sively.
 T object" he protested. ito the
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affection expert-that she knows any thing about osculation at close range, let alone long-distance kissing. Young lady, have you ever been kissed?"
 "The objection is sustained" gur- gled the court, mercilessly.
 The witness blushed rosily.
 T refuse to answer" she said, stubbornly.
 "On what grounds?" demanded the judge.
 'On the grounds of self-implication and coercion" she snapped. her chin in the air.
 "The court reverses itself," easily. Witness need not incriminate her self. Ask the next question. attor- ney"
 ITO the best of your knowledge and belief" began the states attorney, picking burr from her skirt and toss ing it carelessly to the floor, were the noises you heard such as to make you think that somebody was being, er-kissed?"
 Wait" interrupted the defense, 'I object on the grounds-on the--it's a hypothetical question and-without proper foundation in fact" impress sively.
 CTO BE CONTINUED
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CTo BE CONTINUED
Movies Make Target.

An ingenious adaptation of moving pictures to shooting gallery has been made by an Englishman. In this gallery the marksmen have the satis- faction of shooting at rapidly moving deer or other animals, and the suc- cess of their shots Is automatically re- corded. In the rear of the gallery is a metal screen painted white. The pictures are thrown on this screen and the rapidly moving objects serve in place of a target. and afford much more excitement. By means of an electrical device in back of the screen a shot that strikes a mortal spot on the deer. or whatever the mark may be, is instantly recorded in the front of the gallery. The marks also show on the white paint, and after these marks become too numerous the screen can be painted over again.
The Socialist press., 1914-06-20
Says School Teachers Will Smoke.

Fireproof baskets to catch the cig- arctic 'snipes" thrown away by school ma'ams were ordered for the city schools by the board of educa- ton.
 Women teachers do not smoke in public as yet. but H. w. Fran. presi- dent of the school board. peering into the future in speech delivered be- fore that body, said he was certain that within short time it would not make pupils stare wide-eyed to see the teachers sitting at their desks pufing with cigarette, and that 1t were we'll to be prepared-Los Angeles Dispatch to the St. Louis Republic.
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Why Sandy Took the Little One.

A Scottish farmers son had the naisfurtune to fall in love with two young ladies at once. The one was a large, bouncing girl of generous pro- portions, the other was small and slim. In these circumstances he asked his fathers advice.
 We'll" said the father. wisely, rthere's sac muckle machinery used In farmin' nowadays that big. active wife is moo much use; so I advise ye to talk the little ane-she'u eat less onyway."
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In Women's Interests.

Miss Lucy Goode White has been elected president of the California League for the Protection of Mother hood, which was organized with 100 charter members. It is not planned to make this permanent organization, but it Is to exist only long enough to obtain the passage of state law pen sioning widowed mothers with de- pendent children, and providing for pe- cuniary assistance during enforced idleness to women who work to sup port themselves and their children.
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II V H C y D VI V n O vines and it's base secured by a low retaining wall of granite, W h i c h connects the via duct crossing the head of the Wash ington c h a n n e l and the new rail road bridge, and which bisects Po- tomac park, di- viding the inn proved port 1 o n from that which is now being inn
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Mansfield and the Cabaret.

The cabaret show continues. prob ably to the satisfaction of the ma jority, but certainly to the dissatisfac- tion of a minority. The latter ele- ment needs no spokesman, as the sub ject has been discussed thoroughly, but reference to Richard Manst6 seems in order,
 Before registering in . hotel which ke, did -Sot hrcw all he wo say:
 Do you
 Boy,
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courts statement of the case. It is irregular in"
 "Order in the court" interrupted the judge. Who's running this case?"
 The man lowered his eyes. accept ing the inevitable.
 This defendant" began Jackie, "is a thief. He stole kiss from-from- from perfectly proper young woman who had never been kissed except by by-well. by those who had a per feet right. might say that he not only stole one butt believe 1t was several the young lady claims he stole. He not only is . thief. but"
 Whom did he kiss? We de4and
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He Choice.

ter hate barber that talks politics all the time, don't your" Cant say I do. I'd rather have him
 talk politics than hair tofic."
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OLD BRIDGE CAUSEVAY
BITTER CONTEST OF GENERA
 TON AGO IS RECALLED.
Campaign for Elimination of Grade Crossings, and Removal of Rail- road Tracks From Mall Cause
 of Great Fight.

When you walk along the railroad embankment. its slopes matted with