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Fatally injured by Tool In Pocket.

Atchison. Kan.-Railway men report
an unusual accident which befell |. ].
Quarrells, who lives near Superior,
Neb. Quarrells boarded train at
Superior and when 1t passed his home
going twenty miles an hour he
jumped OF. chisel in his pocket
penetrated mis- heart. He is in a hos
pital at Concordia. fatally injured
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Offer to Belgian Clergy.

Observation-Disclosures OF the Bel
gian clergy have been informed by
the German authorities that their sal
aries will be paid by the German gov
ernment provided they sign declara
tion not to do or say anything preju
dicial % Germany
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Copyright. 1sl6.)

IL
my dear. what is the matter?
Steady, now. and lean against me!
My! You look as II you had just come
put Of the hospital"
II have" murmured Zoe Wharton,
trying to discern the face of the girl
through the gathering fog of vertigo.
She was conscious Of a pair of friendly
syes and two strong hands that held
her.
1t was less physical weakness than
the sense Of despair that had overcome
Zoe. San Francisco seemed singularly
lnhospitable; in all the rushing life of
that great city she did not have q
friend. She did not know where to
turn. She would have sunk down upon
the sidewalk had not the girl who was
passing caught her.
Come home with me-" said her
companion. Its only block, and
you can rest awhile till you feel strong
or, and maybe l can put you wise to
things II you're a stranger, as you look
like"
Five minutes later the good little
Samaritan had assisted Zoe into the
cheap rooming house and up the stairs
Into the little hall bedroom. And Zoe,
sinking down into the one easy chair,
found her brain clearing and began to
realize what manner OF girl this was
that had saved her.
She saw the tawdry finery, the tint
ed cheeks, the penciled lashes, and,
shuddering, wondered whether-won-
dered whether
Turn the spigot. kid. I'm waiting"
said Zoe's friend.
II.
MY, that was tough luck!" said
sionate sobs and tears. But l guess
It's what you'd call the old. old story
There's plenty Of men like Halsey
Burnes fitting around. But engaged
to him-gee. that was tough! And
you'd known each other for years in
that little town of yours?"
"All our lives" sobbed Zoe. But
didn't know couldn't dream
that was why l trusted him. After
told him that we would have to be
married at once he said he would ar
range 1t. And then he left me the let
ter. saying that he had been married a
month already. to that other girl, and. I
had best come into San Francisco and
let 1t all blow over"
Say" interrupted Mamie briskly.
ITS good thing the kid died. amt
IT."
She was rejecting. Shallow, fiighty
as she was. with the sordid ideals Of
women Of her kind, Mamie had an i'm
pulsive generosity. She was honestly
sorry for Zoe. and wanted to help her
She racked her brains. Meanwhile
Zoe, wondering vaguely what 1t was
that had impelled her to give her con-
hdence to this outcast, watched her
with . dawning terror that such fate
was to be hers.
Il got 1t now" cried Mamie, leaping
up excitedly. Zoe. dyever hear of the
'Wsstphalia'? There's always money
to be picked up there, and it's crowd
ed every night in the year. Why,
there's straighter girls than you goes
there, and at the worst one can do q
song and dance for the price OF q
days living"
But II never went into such q
place" faltered Zoe.
Il see you didn't, kid" answered the
other. But I'll stick by you. and
we'll, anyway, there amt much else
you can do. Is there?"
NO" answered Zoe family. And,
reckless. bewilderad. friendless, save
for this outcast who had assisted her,
she felt that it did not matter at all
where she went or what became Of
her.
ILL.,
Let's go slumming!" exclaimed one
OF Judson Holmes guests, and the idea
was caught up by everyone except
Gilpin observer., 1915-03-25
More Fun Ahead.

First Crank-Come around to the
hall tonight We are getting up o
new league.
Second Crank-What sort?
First Crank-We haven't decided
yet. but it's going to be an antisome
thing or other.-New York Weekly.
Gilpin observer., 1915-03-25
No Use for Kew

Book Agent-This little work ON
How to Preserve the Hair" is the KEY
to the entire situation.
Mr. Baldy-Tm very sorry, but I
haven't single lock It would fit.
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Ellen, who pouted disdainfully when
the idea was broached.
"I'll stay at home. father" said the
girl. 81 don't care to see any of the
low life of the city. thank you"
Ellen Holmes, seventeen. pretty.
dainty, self-willed, ruled her father
with rod of iron. and knew 1t.
Gilpin observer., 1915-03-25
..''IIFE'' >
BY
H. M. EGBERT

Novs1ized from the Motion
Picture Drama Of the Same
Name Produced By the
Univsrsal Film Mig. Co.
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soon as the curtain went up oa the next act. which was to be the last. h. stead of doing so, however, he lin- gered to the end of the play. secure in his conscienceless espionage. It had come to him that if he met them in front of the theater as they came out he could invite them to join him at supper in one of the nearby restau- rants. The idea pleased him. He coddled it until it became a sensation
 When James Brood and his wife reached the sidewalk they found him there, directly in their path, as they wedged their way to the curb to await the automobile. He was smiling frankly, wistfully There was an hon. est gladness in his fine. boyish face and an eager light in his eyes. He no longer had the sense of guilt in his soul. It had been passing qualm. and he felt regenerated for having ex- perienced 1t, even so briefly. Some how it had purged his soul of the one lingering doubt as to the sincerity of his impulses.
 "Hello!" he said, planting himself squarely in front of them.
 There was momentary tableau. He was viYidly aware of the fact that YYonne had shrunk back in alarm, and that swift look of fear Ieaped into her surprised eyes. She drew closer to Broods side-or was 1t the jostling of the crowd that made it seem to be so? He realized then that she had not seen him in the theater. Her surprise was genuine. It was not much short of eensternation, a fact that he re- alized with a sudden sinking of the heart
 Then his eyes went Qaiekly to his fathers face. James Brood was re- garding him with a cold, significant smile, as one who understands and despises.
 '.They told me You were here," fai- tered Frederic, the words rushing hur- riediy through his lips, and I thought we might run i1 somewhere and have a bite to eat. I-I want to tell you about Lydia and myself and what"
 The carriage man bawled a number in his ear and jerked open the door of a limousine that had just pulled up the the curb.
 Without a w0fd, James Brood hand ed his wife into the car and then turned to the chauffeur.
 Home" he said, and, without so much as a gla1ce at Frederic. stepped inside The door was slammed and the car slid out into the maelstrom
 Yvonne had sunk back into corner, huddled down as if suddenly deprived of all her strength. Frederic saw her face as the car moved away. She was staring at him with wide-open, re- proachful eyes, aI if to say: "0h. what have you done? What fool you are!"
 For second or two he stood as if petrifed. Then everything went red
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Vooue of White Paint.

A clever decorator who remodeled the dining room in a New England farm house has even gone so far in her use Of white paint as to finish the floors with it. The woodwork and furniture were also white, but plenty of color was introduced by bright chintz-patterned paper and plain bright green rugs. The white dining room table was always bare, which allowed the mistress to use many at tractlvely colored dolly sets. Her china showed up to splendid advan- tage on this white ground, and the flowers from the garden seemed un- usually bright and pretty in the midst of all this white A country house near Cleveland has all it's floors paint ed white, with bright green, blue and purple rugs used to carry out certain color schemes. Of course, using white on floors is practical only when you are far from the city's smoke or mo tors dust.-The Countryside Maga- zine
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CHAPTER XIV.
Sensa ations.

Lydia stopped for a moment in the hall after closing the door behind her, to pull herself together for the ordeal that was still to come. She was trembling; weakness had assailed her. She had left Yvonne's presence in a daZed, unsettled condition of mind. There was a lapse of some kind that she could neither account for nor describe even to herself The black velvet coat that formed a part of her trig suit, hung Imply in her hand dragging along the floor as she moved with hesitating steps in the direction of James Brood's study. A sickening estimate of her own strength of pur- pose confronted her. She was sud- denly afraid of the man who had always been her friend. Somehow she felt that he would turn upon her and rend her, this man who had all ways been so gentle and considerate- and who had killed things!
 Ranjab appeared at the head of the stairs. She waited for his signal to ascend, somehow feeling that Brood had sent him forth to summon her Her hand sought the stair rail and gripped it tightly. Her lips parted in stiff smile. Now she knew that she was turning coward, that she longed to put off the meeting until tomor- row-tomorrow!
 The Hindu came down the stairs quickly, noiselessly.
 .The master say to come tomorrow. tomorrow as usual" he said, as he paused above her on the steps.
 Tit must be today" she said, dog gedly, even as the thrill of relief shot through her.
 Tomorrow" said the man. His eyes were kindly inquiring "Sahib say you are to rest" There was a pause. "To- morrow will not be too late"
 She started. Had he read the thought that was in her mind?
 Thank you, Ranjab." she said. after
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how ineffably happy, how peaceful life would be if his father were to lay his hands upon his shoulders and say, My son, I love you-I love you dearly" There would be no more lonely days; all that was bitter in his life would be swept away in the twinkling of an eye; the world would be full of joy for him and for Lydia.
 When he entered the house that evening he was full of resentment toward his father, and sullen with the remains of an ugly rage. And now to be actually craving the affection of the man who humbled him, even in the presence of servants! It was unbe- lievable. He could not understand himself A wonderful, compelling ten. derness filled his heart. He lopged to throw himself at his fathers feet and crave his pardon for the harsh. venge- ful thoughts he had spent upon him in those black hours. He hungered for a word of kindness or of under standing on which he could feed his starving soul He wanted his fathers love. He wanted, more than anything else in the world, to love his father
 Lydia slipped out of his mind. Yvonne was set aside in this immortal
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a ticket of admission, however, and lined up with others who were content to stand at the back to witness the play. Inside the theater he leaned weakly against the railing at the back of the auditorium and wiped his brow What was it that had dragged him there against his will, in direct oppo. sition to his dogged determination to shun the place?
 The curtain was up the house was still, save for the occasional coughing of those who succumb to a habit that can neither be helped nor explained There were people moving on the stage, but Frederic had no eyes for them. He was seeking in the dark
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SYNOPSIS.

In the New York home of James Brood. nis son, Frederic, receives a wireless From him. Frederic tells Lydia Des- mond. his hancee, that the message an- ssouheeS his tather $ marriage, and orders Mrs: Desmond, the housekeeper and Lydiass mother, to prepare the house for an immediate home-coming Brood and nis bride arrive. She wins Frederic's Iik- Ing at nrst meeting. Brood shows dislike and yelled hostility to his son. Lydia and Mrs. Brood met in the jade-room, where Eydia works as Brood'S secretary. Mrs Brood IS startled by the appearance Sf RanJab, Brood's Hindu servant She nakeS changes in the household and gains her husbands s consent to send Mrs Des- mond and Lydia away. She fascinates Frederic. She begins to fear Raniab in hls uneanny appearances and disappear ances, and Frederic remembering his fathers East Indian stories and firm be- Llet ID magic. fears unknown evil. Ran lab performs feats of magic for Dawes and Riggs. Frederic's father, jealous, un- justly orders his son from the dinner ia ble as drunk. Brood tells the story of Ran 9abs life to his guests. He killed wom- an who was unfaithful to him. Yvonne plays with Frederic's infatuation for her Her husband warns her that the thing stiil loves his dead wife, whom he drove from his home, through her, YYonne. 9Yonne plays with Brood. Frederic and 6ydia as with figures on chess board. Srooo, madly jealous. tells Lydia that Frederic is not his son. and that he has brought him up to kill his happiness at Sne proper time with this knowledge. tredeFie takes Lydia home through a neaVy storm and spends the night at her mothers house. His wavering allegiance to her Is strengthened by day spent with her. YVonne, over the phone rouses frederic's infatuation for her again. Lydia goes to beg Brood not to tell Frederic of pls unhappy parentage. but is turned from her purpose.
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am thinking of, Mrs Brood, but of Frederic. Why have you done this abominable thing to him? Why?"
 II did not realize what it would mean to him." said the other, desper- ately. TT did not count all the cost. But, dearest Lydia, it will come out all right again. promise you. I have made horrible, horrible mistake. I can say no more. Now, let me lie here with my head upon your breast. want to feel the beating of your pure, honest heart-the heart that have hurt. I can tell by it's throbs whether it will ever soften toward me-. Do not say anything now-let us be still"
 IL would be difficult to describe the feelings of Lydia Desmond as she sat there with the despised though to be adored head pillowed upon her breast. dent repose, as if there was safety in the very strength of the young girls disapproval Yvonne had twisted her 1.-the body on the chaise tongue so that she half-faced Lydia. Her free arm, from which the loose sleeve had fallen. leaving it bare to the shoulder, was about the girls neck.
 For a long time Lydia stared straight before her, seeing nothing, positively dumb with wonder and ac- knowledging sense of dismay over her own disposition to submit to this extraordinary situation. She was ask ing herself why she did not cast the woman away, why she lacked the power to resent by deed as well as by thought Life-maryelous, adorable life rested there on her breast. This woman had hurt her-had hurt her wantonly-and yet there came steal ing over her, subtly, the conviction that she could never hurt her in re. turn She could never bring herself to the point of hurting this wondrous. living, breathing, throbbing creature who pleaded, not only with her lips and eyes. but with the gentle heart. beats that rose and fell in her throat
 After long time, in which there was conflict. she suddenly pressed her warm lips to Yvonne's. Then in an abrupt reyulsion of feeling her arms fell away from the warm, sweet body and almost roughly she pushed Yvonne away from her
 IT didn't mean to do that!" she gasped.
 The other smiled, but it was sad plaintive effort on her part. T knew that you would" she repeated
 Lydia sprang to her feet, her face suddenly flaming with embarrassment T must see MT. Brood I stopped in to tell him that" she began, trying to cover her confusion, but Yvonne in terrupted.
 T know that you could not help it. my dear" she said Then, after a pause: You will let me know what my husband has to say about it"
 'To-say about it7"
 About your decision to marry Fred eric in spite of his ohiections."
 Lydia felt a little shiver race over her as she looked toward the door.
 You will help us?" she said, trem- ulously, turning to Yvonne. Again she saw the drawn, pained look about the dark eyes and was startled.
 You can do more with him than 1, was the response.
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CHAPTER xIli-continued.

Lydia resolved to take the plunge Now was the time to speak plainly to this woman of the thing that was hurt ing her almost beyond the limits of endurance Her voice was rather high pitched. She had the fear that she would not be able to control it.
 T should be blind not to have ob- served the cruel position in which you are placing Frederic Is it surprising that your husband has eyes as we'll as I? What must be his thoughts, Mrs Brood"
 She expected an outburst, a torrent of indignation, an angry storm of words, and was therefore unprepared for the piteous, hunted expression that came swiftly into the lovely eyes, bent 30 appealingly upon her own, which were cold and accusing. Here was a new phase to this extraordinary crea- lures character. She was coward, after all, and Lydia despised a coward The look of scorn deepened in her eyes, and out from her heart rushed all that was. soft and tender in her nature, leaving it barren of all com passion.
 T do not want to hurt Frederic" :" murmared Yvonne. II am sorry if"
 You are hurting him dreadfully," said Lydia, suddenly choking up with emotion.
 He is not-not in love with me" declared Yvonne.
 No said the girl, regaining con- trol of herself. "he is not in love with you. That is the whole trouble. He Is in love with me. But-can't you see?"
 You are wise young woman to know men so we'll" said the other enigmatically T have never believed in St Anthony"
 Nor l." said Lydia, and was sur prised at herself
 Do you consider me to be a bad woman, Lydia?" Her lips trembled There was a suspicious quiver to her chin.
 No, do not" pronounced the girl fiatiy. "If I could only think that of you 1t would explain everything and I should know just how to treat you. But do not think it of you"
 With long, deep sigh, Yvonne crept closer and laid her head against Lyd- ia's shoulder. The girls body stiff fened, her brow grew dark with an noyance.
 T am afraid you do not understand,  that you have not considered Fred cries peace of mind.''
 "Nor yours" murmured the other, abiectly.
 Nor mine." confessed Lydia, after a moment.
 T did not know that you and Fred eric were in love with each other until I had been here for some time," Mrs Brood explained, suddenly fretful
 What kind of woman are you?" burst from Lydia's indignant soul Have you no conception of the finer, nobler-"
 Yvonne deliberately put her hand over the girls lips, checking the fierce outburst She smiled rather plain lively as Lydia tried to jerk her head to one side in order to continue her reckless indictment.
 You shall not say it, Lydia I am not all that you think I am. No, no, a thousand times no. God pity me, am more accursed than you may think with the finer and nobler instinct If 1t were not so. do you think I should be where l am now?-cringing here like a beaten child? No. you cannot understand-you never will under stand I shall say no more It is ended. I swear on my soul that L did not know you were Frederic's sweetheart. did not know"
 But you knew almost immediately after you came here," exclaimed Lydia harshly. Tt is not myself l
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Happy Times.

"The cotton growers seem to be hard hit"
 Yes And many of them are long ing for the good old days when all they had to worry about was the bon wee- viii"
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before him, a wicked red that blinded him. He staggered as if from blow in the face
 "My God!" slipped from his stiff lips, and tears leaped to his eyes tears of supreme modification. Like a beaten dog he slunk away. feeling himself pierced by the plying gaze of every mortal in the street
 ITO BE CONTINUEDO
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eSl ue6uI ludL LOuOTTOW WOulQ De LOO late.
 
 Frederic did not come in for dinner until after his father and Yvonne had gone from the house. He did not ln- quire for them, but instructed Jones to say to the old gentlemen that he would be pleased to dine with them if they could allow him the time to change" He also told Jones to open a single bottle of champagne and to place three glasses.
 Later on Frederic made his an- nouncement to the old men. In the fever of an excitement that caused him to forget that Lydia might be en- titled to some voice in the matter, he deliberately committed her to the prof ect that had become a fixed thing in his mind the instant he set foot in the house and found it empty-oh, so emptyl
 Jones praetieed hand shook slightly as he poured the wine The old men drank rather noisily. They, too, were S-NS-AONA- A'4i AAISSo oLIdNhth lAo IT RA and squinted at the chandelier as if trying to decide upon the vintage, but in reality doing his best to keep from coughing up the wine that had gone the wrong way in a moment of pro- found paralysis.
 The best news I've heard since Jul das died said Mir. Dawes, manfully Fill 'em up again, Jones. l want to propose the health of Mrs Brood.
 The future Mrs. Brood" hissed Mir. Riggs. wheezily. glaring at his com rade. Asst"
 I'm not married yet, MT. Dawes exclaimed Frederic, grinning.
 Makes no difference" said MT Dawes, stoutly Far as I'm concerned you are. We'll be the first to drink to Lydia Brood! The first to call her by that name, gentlemen. God bless her!''
 God bless her!" shouted MT. Riggs
 God bless her!" echoed Frederic and they drained their glasses tc Lydia Brood
 Jones. open another bottle." com manded Mir Dawes, loftily.
 Frederic shook his head and two faces fell. Right brayely, however, the old men maintained joyous interest in the occasion. The young man turned moody, thoughtful; the unwont ed exhilaration died as suddenly as il had come into existence. A shadow crossed his vision and he followed il with his thoughts. A sense of utter loneliness came over him with a swift ness that sickened. nauseated him. The food was flat to his taste; he could not eat Self-commiseration stified him. He suddenly realized that he had never been so lonely, so unhappy in all his life as he was at this mo ment
 His thoughts were of his father. 4 vast, inexplicable longing possessed his soul-a longing for the affection oi this man who was never tender, who stood afar off and was lonely, too. He could not understand this astounding change of feeling. He had never felt just this way before. There had been times-and many-when his heart was sore with longing, but they were of other days, childhood days. Tonight he could not crush out the thought of
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a moment of indecision. T will come tomorrow"
 Then she slunk downstairs and out of the house, convinced that she had failed Frederic in his hour of great est need. that tomorrow would be too lat
The Punta Gorda herald. [volume] (Punta Gorda, Fla.) 1893-1958, 1915-02-18

the dog was finished. but Boy raj
lied and was soon around again
lame but game.
Mr.. Conn brought with him this
year new dog Rex. Mr.. Conn has
contributed several popular dogs
with regulations to Punta Gorda
dog circles.
One of the much discussed dogs
is Prince (Tuttle), who travels
back and forth with his owner
+. G.. futile of Detroit. Prince
was picked up around Dade City
several years ago by Mr. futile
after he had hunted with him.
The dog was in so poor condition
that the dog doctor told Mr.. Tut
tie it wouldn't pay to fix him up.
Mr.. futile had become fond Of
Prince and insisted. Mr.. Tuttle' s
judgment was better than the
doctor Of dogs and Prince has
helped nm 10 many a good Dag
since. This is his second trip to
Punta Gorda and he is a great IA
vorite.
The Mobley dogs, Bruno and
Nellie, have been doing good
work all the season and Spot
(KuykendalD never seems to
know when he has had enough
sport. This is by no means a
complete register of the good dogs
in Punta Gorda and Mr.. Killam
says he has never seen a better
bunch of dogs gathered for ordi-
nary sport in a town of this size.