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The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-09-09
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fNnoys tnere4 sz f1eiPs neip!'a sne crieds pirate craft and it's ruf1an crew Thus I bade all the world come and take from me what I had taken for my own.
 I turned now to find Helena and met KL'Olonnois, his face heanaing. Fs Wasn't that a peach of 8 shot? 2 said he. s'It would of blew yon varIet { out of the water if I'd had anything to !! load with except just them marbles. Are you looking for Auntie Helen7 { She has just went below My boy had froned my trousers that is to say, the trousers I had given him the year previous and which he now had loaned to ne,>m extremity being greater than his own. He had launder ed my collars-a most useful boy my China boy. I had, moreover, delying s in Cal Davidson's war drobe, discover ed yet another waistcoat, if possible more radiant even than the one with pink stripes, for that it was crosshatch. ed with bars of pale pea green and mauve. know not from what looms he obtained these wondrous fabrics. Thus bravely attired after breakfast, just before luncheon, indeed, it was. l l tive ladies once more.
 I knocked, and there appeared the august visage of Auntie Lucinda her self.
 ssWell, sir-r-r-r!,' said she after a time, regarding me sternly. I can by no means reproduce the awfulness Of her ssr's.''
 "Yes, madam P I replied mildly, hold inor nv ,3oSo which hed bnen sI71fttnn by the door.
 She made no answer. but stood, a basiliSk in Inien.
 q just came, nayedear Mrs. fDaniver," " began, ito ask you
 s.And time you did, sir-r-r-r! I was just coming to ask you
 And time you did, nay dear Mrs. Daniver I have missed you so much these several days, so I just called to ask for your health.
 eYou need not trouble about my healthI''
 teBut I do, I do. madam. give you my word I was awake all night think ing of-of your neuralgia. Neuralgia is something something fierce. in a manner of speech-if one has it in the morning, my dear Mrs. Danfver.
 Don't dear Mrs. Danfyeri me! I'm not your dear Mrs. Daniver at all."
 Then Helena appeared
 A verys good orange" said Helena after she had tasted the one I handed her.
 "Yes,'' said her aunt promptly. .I'm sure we ought to thank MT. Davidson for them. He was such a good pro viderH'
 (To Be continaed.)
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-09-09
CHAPTER xv.
+, Which We Burn All Bridges.

In Which We Burn All Bridges.
 WHISPERED as we came to
 the wharf: Wonder, one step,
 and your parole is over. Here
 it is not. That boat, just , astern, is the one in which Cal David son chased us all the way from Natchez, in which chased him all the way from Dubuque. His men do not know we are here, nor does he as yet Now, what is it that you wish to dor
 Eae stood silent for some time, tight enihg her wrap at. the throat against the river danp, and made no answer, though her gaze took in the dark hull of the low lying craft made fast below us. When at last:
 One thing she began, 1T will not do.''
 2 ssWhat is it7v I asked. We spoke low, but we'll knew my men were aware of our coming.
 T shall ass1 no favor of you.'' And as she spoke she stepped lightly on the rubbered deck of the Belle Helene.
 Halt! Who goes there!" called the hoarse voice of Jean Lafitte. the faith ful, and I knew the joy of. the com mander feeling that loyalty is his.
 Iris I, Black Burt I answered. full and clear. Cast off, my friends!'' At once the Belle Helene was full of activity
 And now, revealed full in the flood or light as she stood at the side portal, Helena did what had not planned. Freed of her parole she Was-and she had asked no favor of ne-so she had right to make attempt to escape, and gently stepped before her even as Jean cast off and sprang on board and as I heard L'O1onnois voice i'm peratiyely demanding silence of the pounding at the, after cabin door All at once I heard what Helena heard the rattle of wheels on the stone flag ging of the street beyond. And then
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-09-09

.yf sss% ? tf sfY4 t s E45 Es- shall tell you when to return. At F o'clock Not earlier.
 .s&nd you propose sitting here with me tssl then ?'''
 sI could imagine no better pastfme were I condemned to die at sunrise. [ Tell me. do you wish me to call MT E Davidson 2''
 aof course do not, since I gave you my word Besides, I know that girl with him. It's Sally Byington. Some call her good looking, but am sure I don't know why,
 .sFfe upon you! She is superb. In short, Helena, | am not sure but she is finer looking than yourself 2
 ssIndeed!''
 .sYes. Cal Davidson, whatever may be his taste in neckties or waistcoats, seems to me excellent in this other re- gard-perhaps just tri1e fiamboyant for Luigrs, but certainly stunning
 Our relations are not such as to lead me to discuss our friends she Rejoined haughtily. And, as you say, our duck is getting coldI adore these canvEsbacks. I would like to come back tomorrow and have another 9 She cut savagely into her fowl.
 stAlas, Helena, tomorrow you will be far away. In time hope to reconcile you to the simple life Of piracy In deed, unless all plans go wrong, we may very likely have canvasbacls on the boat. All good buccaneers use their fair captiVes well. 2
 ~Indeed. And why do you not ask Sally Byfngton into your list of pris- oners since you fancy her so much?"
 May, say not so, Helena. find one fair captive quite enough to make me abundant trouble.
 She pushed back her chair. q am sorry, 2 said she, tsbut I want to go back to the boat z
 ssBack to the boats You astonish me. thought escape from the Belle Helene was the one wish of your heart these days.1
 ssAnd soSH is.
 sz tsThen, Helena, why not eseape here and now2''
 What do you 1nean?'
 s.I do not mean for you to break your parole. I Know you too well for that. But give me additional parole, my dear girl. Give me your word. Say that one word. Then we can rise here and announce to Mr. Davidson and all the world and it's newspapers that no crime has been done and only honey moon has been begun Come, Helena, all sthe world loves lover All New Orleans will love us if you will raise your finger and say the word 9
 ' Hooked toward her Her head was bent and tears were dropping from her eyes, tears faithfully concealed by her kerchief. But she said no word to me, and at her silence my own heart sank -san nk until my courage was quite gone, until [ felt the return of a cold brutality Still endeavored to be gen tie with one who deserved naught of gentleness
 Do not hurry Helena said. .sWe can return when you like. But the salad-and the coffeei And see, you have not touch ed your winev
 Take Tne back she said, her voice low; tI hate you Till the end of the world I'll hate you
 If could believe that, Helena, it would matter nothing to me to go mile farther on any voyage, a foot far fher to shield myself or you.''
 Take me back, she said to me again. q want to go to Aunt Lucinda.'' i
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 DIED.

CUFF-In Danbury. Sept. 1. Thomas Cuff, aged 7s years. WAHLQUIST-In Georgetown, Sept.
 l, Edgar P. Wahlquist, aged 21 years. HOYT-In Stamford, Sept. 3. Emily
 Frances. wife of the late Harvey He
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-09-09

I saw her fling back her cloak and stand with cupped hands. Her voice was high, clear and unwavering, such voice as a pirates bride should have fearless and bold.
 'Ahoy, there!, Help, he1pr' she cried.
 Some sort of shout came from the street, we knew not from whom. 4 noise. of an opening hatch came from the Sea Rover at our stern, and a mans tousled head came into view.
 4tWhat's goin on here?'' he demand ed as quaveringly as querulously.
 made no answer, but saw our bows crawl out and away, felt the sob of the screws, the arm of the river also and knew vast and pleasing content with life.
 "L'OIonnofsr' I called through the megaphone.
 Aye, aye, sirE' I heard his piping rejoinder.
 s4Cast loose the stern chaser and fire her at yon varlet if he makes move'' knew our deck cannon was loaded with nothing more deadly than news papers, but I also knew that valor feeds on action. not that had given orders to fire on the world in general. So, confess, I was somewhat sur prised soon after the shout of approv- al which greeted my command to hear the air rent by the astonishing rever-. beration of our long tom, which roll ed like thundeE all along the river front, breaking into thousand echoes in the night. ,s .z
 heard the batter of feet along the deck and had sight of Jean Lafitte tugging at a haIyard. Not content with our defiance of law and order be must needs break out the Jolly Rover with its skull and crossbones. And as He swung swiftly out into midstrean, ablaze in light from bow to stern, ghosthke in our swiftness and the si- lence of our splendid engines, had reason to understand all the descrip- tive writing which, as later learned, greeted tha defiant departure of this
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-09-09

Lnig1sss And promise you am en- toying 1t very Nueh. It seems so much like old tines
 But that can't ever be over again, Hnrry.s
 IN aturally not. But often new times are quite as good as old ones. I can conceive. Of such thing in our case. No: [ shall use this privilege of your societysto the limit Helena, fearing I may not see you soon again after once T have but you back in your hatbox. You coaxed me to leave the boat, and
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-09-09
6Consanssed.A

:
 SJeaR gou please, . sslid delfb erately pulling the coat. rack ln from ot our table, tmatieanoise4le perhaps feela i8At drsa Would you fetrt m screen f
 H tprned. Hsaena.s sald |. afrea nSolxen<. now our adventara has come.
 What do ypn mean P said she svFhy do you do thatgo She nodded At the screen Why sayS'
 sSI have your parole ys
 Yes
 T am glad it is yen said I. <sYou gould break 1t now and escape so eas- ily- One little move on your part and 4sy pRnishnent $ at hand j"
 Who Was it t7s she asked, k1zsp pecting
 No one much.s said I. only oai esteemed sfriend Calvin Davidson.
 hose walsteoat am now wearing Some one is win hizraI don't know Fho it very nice> looking lady. s1ext 10 inc most beaut1fnl woman. in this Topus I must sas
 *zLset me see said she And I al lowed her tp look through the eracl In the screen.
 .eShe certaiaIy is very stunni1lg s, saic
 --is she not taIl, dark. trif1e su- perb7 Ronde wonder sometimes, Helen if Cal Davidson is true to Rod1 r ssss
 Nonsenser' was her retozt; -ssbut, as You say, here Is our advenfure. or at least yours Hoiv do you propose to get ont of
 1T dont know yet.ss said I sJust at present do not wish this cansasback to get cold We have remaining before a.. make any plan may be needed 2
 Her eyes stun were sparkling rn raLhek glad came said she.
 So aa [ ana shan Be glad when Eve are back But meantime I trust lou, Helena absolutely. Wm even teu you more. DaTidsonss boat, the she which sVa left him instead of the Belle Helenas Is lying in the zae slip With ours, rubbing noses with our yaeHt wonder, as I showed you. Our men have talked with his. They do not yet suspect that we are the vessel which everybody wants to find learned there at the wharf that Cal Bavidson was downtown at his club He seems to have departed long Enough to find excellent company, as HsuaL | am glad that he has done so, tor in all Eke1ihood he will not return to his own boat before tomorrow morn ing. And by that lime hope to be far
 .sB4es lie know who you aredoes he know Wlao. 1t was that took the Belle Helene7v
 I think not; but, Very sta1pidly, be ing 50 anxious to see the original, I 1kft photograph Of yourself on our nld boat. the Sea Rover Item; one elgarefte case with nay initials Of seourse Cal Davidson may gness the simple truth, or he may make a Enys- kery of these things. It seems he pre- ers to makesa mystery. and I am sure hat suits me much better. But knowing these things knowing &9hat his boat was lying right at the apck alongside of us-whyI did you Stop ?s' s~s
 T thought 1t was you. Helena, who Suggested this lfttIess adventure at
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Farme- Want Ads. One Cent Word.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-09-09
BRAY MAKES ARRESTS.

Detective James Bray returned this afternoon from Providence. where he arrested Joseph Clementa and Mrs. Carmelia DiCtco, who are charged with stealing s700. They will be tried in the city court tomorrow morning charged with theft.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-06-12


AT the opening of college term the
boys observed that he was unusually
irritable and harsh. The applicants
for admission ranged themselves for
examination in line below his desk.
"Show your papers," he ordered.
One lad held his paper up awkward
ly in his left hand.
Hold it up properly, sir, in your
right hand!' commanded the master.
The new pupil muttered something
but kept his left hand raised.
"The right hand, We loon!" thunder.
ed the professor
The boy, growing very pale, lifted
his right arm. 1t was burned stump
The hand was gone.
The boys burst into indignant Misses
but the professor had leaped down
from the platform and had thrown his
arm about the boys shoulders.
"Eh, laddie, forgive mel" he cried
breaking into broad Scotch, as he al
ways did when greatly excited. u
did'na ken! Butt" turning to the class
with swimming eyes, Il thank God He
has given me gentlemen to teach
who can ca me to account when l go
astray.'
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-06-12
THE REAL HOMES.

Homes are not dependent on riches,
and their beauty does not consist in
bronzes and bric-a-brac The real
home is a place where character is
formed and joined for upward growth,
where comradeship prevails, where
love sways and softens, where mutual
endeavor and sympathy make any
work which calls them forth god
send, where peace exalts the mind and
rests the body and refreshes the spir-
it of man and woman of whatever
condition or class. 1t is for the build
ing of such homes that women should
be trained. Men pirate too much
about the lack of bread-raising and
housekeeping accomplishments in the
modern girl. Good bread and clean
floors do not make houses homes. 1t
is the character back of the cleanli-
ness, or the fiaky biscuit, or the cor
dial welcome, or whatever duties may
become the portion of his wife, which
makes a mans house his castle, and
his sanctuary These bread-raising
and housekeeping accomplishments
are not difficult of attainment to the
woman of ordinary ability. The de-
gree of her success lies largely in her
willingness.
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MORE AND LESS.

A little more praise and a little less
blame,
A little more virtue, a little less
shame,
A little more thought for the other
mans rights,
A little less self in our chase for de-
lights,
A little more loving, a little less hate,
Are all that is needed to make the
world great.
A little more boosting, a little less
jeering,
A little more trusting, little less
fearing;
A little more patience in trouble and
pain,
A little less willing at times to cem-
plain,
A little more kindness worked into
the strife
Are all that is needed to glorify life.
A little more honor, little less greed,
A little more service, little less
creed;
A little more courage where pathways
are rough,
A little more action, a little less bluff
A little more kindness by you and by
me,
And Oh, what a wonderful world il
would be.
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EMUSIC HATH CHARMS"

Snakes have always enjoyed the
reputation of being music lovers, but
the appreciation of rhythm and har-
mony is by no means peculiar to them.
It has been proved by experiment that
nearly all animals have a perfect sense
of pitch, and in some the sensibility
to discord is more highly developed
than in some human beings.
Of all animals, dogs evince the keen
est musical susceptibility. Indeed, it
might almost be said that the dog
that displays no liking for music is
vicious character. Some interesting
experiments performed by DIR. Otto
Kalische, of Berlin, prove that dogs
are able not only to recognize melo-
dies, but to identify each individual
note of the diatonic scale. The cele-
brated tenor, Morelli, had sagacious
little dog, which would follow its mas
ter's singing. Perched on the top of
the piano, it would throw back its
head and in it's own way follow its
masters voice up and down the scale.
The musical acuteness of horses is
shown by the rapidity with which cav
airy horses learn the significance of
trumpet calls.
The elephant is most exacting
critic. He has little liking for the
brass section of the orchestra, but he
will listen for hours to the deep-toned
bassoon. Observation has shown that
the elephant is most pleased with an
andante movement. Circus men have
learned that elephants will not walk
peaceably into the arena unless a
stately march is played for them, and
that they will not be on their good
behavior if music of a frivolous char
acter is played during their act.
Tigers are not very susceptible to
music, but they will sit quietly when
a pleasing melody is played softly.
Leopards will caper with delight to a
lively tune and snarl to slow music
Lions are great music lovers; they
will sit motionless and listen with
every evidence of pleasure to smoothly
flowing melody. But rapid or broken
rhythms make them pace their cage
impatiently, and discord evokes
growls of angry protest.
The fondness of reptiles for music
is so well known that it hardly needs
mention. The spider is quite as fond
of it. The story of Getry, the com
poser, and the pet spider that came
out every day and sat for hours OF
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his harpsichord. while Getry was COM
posing, is musical classic. Mice are
similarly affected, and recent expert
ments have been shown that even fish
are strongly attracted by musical
sounds.
Naturally, the bird world is full of
music lovers. The nightingale, the
sweetest of all singers, can be so raw
ished by the music of a flute that 1t
will fall to the ground in a swoon.
Strangely enough, pigeons, which are
denied the gift of song, are keenly
alive to musical impressions. There
is well-authenticated story about the
pet pigeon of one Bertoni, singing
master of Venice. The bird would sit
for hours on it's masters piano, preen.
ing itself and swelling out it's bosom
in delight while the singing was going
on. Eventually it had to be banished
during lesson hours, as it's ear was so
true and it's expressions of displeasure
so pronounced when pupil varied in
the slightest from the key that Der.
toni's patrons became over-sensitive
in the presence of the feathered critic
That. domestic cattle will stop eat
ing when their attention is diverted
by music is sure sign of their love
for it. Even an angry bull can be
made placid, as many country fiddler
who has been marooned in a treetop
can attest. In rural communities
where oxen are yoked to the plough
the driver frequently drones a sort OF
prolonged chant to incite the animals
to work. The music seems more eff
cacions than the goad.
The cat, the donkey and the hyena
are the only animals that show com,
plete insensibility to musical sounds.
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TALKING AGAINST THE CLERGY

Talking against people of any sort,
no matter whether clergy or laity, is
one of the commonest besetting faults
of humanity at large, says Rev. E. R.
Hull, S. j., in the Examiner, Bombay.
The question whether such talk is
sinful or not depends entirely on the
circumstances of each case. If people
do things which ought not to be done,
they can only expect to be talked
ing is confined to the truth, and is
done with due moderation, this
amounts to ''fair criticism" and not
q word can be said against it. At the
same time the principle of Christian
charity always dictates the less rather
than the more. This means that our
habitual tendency should be, first, to
put the best Interpretation we can on
what is done. Secondly, even if our
best Interpretation is an adverse one,
the less we spread the matter
amongst our neighbors, the better.
Thirdly, what talking we do should
have some fairly useful purposes
perhaps to unburden ourselves of our
feelings, so as to forget the matter as
soon as possible, or perhaps to get
the matter put right by aid of other
peoples counsel and advice, ETC., etc.
Fourthly, there should be no malice
or mere love of gossip or mischief
about it.
1t is laid down that to talk against
our neighbor can be sin in two ways.
Where what we say is untrue or mis-
leading and mischievous, it becomes
calumny; a mortal sin if the false
hood is seriously iniuring. Secondly,
if what we say is true, but is private
and ought not to be spread, the sin is
that Of detraction; that is. needlessly
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THE CHILDREN'S HOUR.
THE WAY TO CONQUER:

'I'll master it," said the ak; and
his blows fell heavily on the iron.
But every blow made his edge
more blunt till he ceased to strike.
Leave it to me-" said the saw;
and with his relentless teeth he
worked backward and forward on it's
surface till they were all worn down
and broken, and he fell aside.
"Ha, hal" said the hammer, Il
knew you wouldn't succeed. I'll show
you the way"
But at the first fierce stroke off
flew his head, and the iron remained
as before.
Shall | try?" asked the soft, small
flame.
They all despised the fame, but
he curled gently round the iron and
embraced it, and never left it till it
melted under his irresistible influence.
There are hearts hard enough to
resist the force of wrath, the malice
of persecution and the fury of pride,
so as to make their acts recoil on
their adversaries; but there is a
power stronger than any of those, and
hard indeed is the heart that can re-
SiSt love.