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poIlara vs.. Brains.

Boone News-Republican: One Iowa
editor gave six columns of his edi-
torial page to an advertisement, but
reserved one column for editorial.
This is better than giving up alto
gether. but we should say that the
counting room should not have such
undue advantage over the public opin-
ion molder.
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Willing 10 81 shown.

Mitchell Republican,: That "unbe-
lieyable prosperity" the bankers are
talking about has our full permission
@ come along just as soon as 1t
wishes, Well promise ito believe ii
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No Apathy in Dubuque.

Dubuque TeIegfApn-HeTHIu.
What has become OF the old fash
toned boy who used to belong to a
nine and play baseball on the corner
lots Sioux City Journal.
The Journal is respectfully referred
to any vacant lot any afternoon when
school is not in session for answer SO
far as Dubuque Is concerned.
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Church Announcements
SERMONS. LOCATION OF cIIuRoHIs. TOPIC
OF SERMONS SPECIAL MUSIC TO BE GIVEN
VARIOUS SERVICES.

Sunday school, 8: so a. m. Morning
worship, Has, 1.-THE Duty of Press
ing Forward" Evening worship, 1880.
John Huss, the Bohemian Reform
err" illustrated with stereoptican
views The public is invited.
Pilgrim Rest Baptist church. cor
ner Fourteenth and Exchange streets,
Rev. j. H. Helm, pastor. Residence,
1879 Bank street - Sunday school at
10 a. m. Mrs. BERTHE Helm, superin-
tendent. Preaching at II a. M. and
p. m. Morning subject THE Gospel
to the Poor" Evening subject, "The
Straight Gate" Bible class at s
o'clock. The public is invited to at.
tend each Of these services.
St. Johns church. Episcopal. Con-
cert and Fourth Sts., Rev. John c..
! Sage, rector. Rev. r. C. McIlwain,
rector-emeritus. Fifteenth Sunday at
ter Trinity. Holy communion and cor
porate communion Brotherhood OF st.
Andrew, 1880 a. m. Sunday school, 10
O'Clock. Morning service II o'clock.
with sermon by the rector. A cordial
attend our services.
l. Il . " N Il
First Christian church. Tenth and
! Blondeau SITS. W. NJ. Baker. pastor.
$50 a. m. Sunday school, j. o. Boyd.
Supt. Special music by the orch estra.
1915 a. m. worship, subject OF sermon
THE Reward Of Self Denial" Com
munion. Junior Endeavor meeting z p.
m. Senior and intermediate Christian
Endeavor meetings. 8 100 p. M. subject
OF sermon 1.-The Young Man Who
Missed His Chance" Prayer meeting
Wednesday evening at 1880.
First Westminster Presbyterian
church, Seventh and Blondeau SITS.
Rev. e. B. Newcomb. D. D., pastor.
Morning service on 1.-THE Thing Not
Done" Afternoon. THE Prayer for
Beauty" The morning music will In
clude the solo How Lovely Art Thy
Dwellings," by Miss Ignore Rich. and
the anthem Blessed Be the Lord" In
the afternoon the anthem, Savior,
When Night Involves the Skies and
! Mrs. Schouten's solo. THE Lord is
My Light" Strangers and young peo-
pie are especially invited to the after
noon service. Bible school at $3.50 a.
m. Y. P. S. C. e. at 7 p. m.
BapLtSC CuuTCu, SOIAeI VI 6iSutu
and Blondeau streets. Pastor, Rev.
F. B. McAllister-Sunday school sup
erintendent, DR.. J. E. Forney. Sunday
school at $3.50 a. m. Glasses for all.
Preaching service at 10:45 a. m. Sub
ject, .'The Evangelist and the tUnin-
tersting' Minister" Baker Mission
services at 2:30 p. m. Young Peoples
meeting at $50 p. m. The subject for;
discussion, Friendships That are
Worth Forming" Leader, Miss Car
RE Kuntz. AT the evening service
Rev. McAllister will preach on the
subject, Who's Loony Now?" Come
to church Sunday.
First Methodist Protestant church,
Twelfth and Exchange streets. Rev. f.
Leroy Steffey, pastor. 1103 Bank st.
Sunday school at $3.50 a. m. Mr.. s. B.
Mccoy, Supt. Christian Endeavor
prayer meeting at $3.50 p. M. Topic,
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Other Cases.
Additional sIncentIve

Des Moines Register and Leader:
Maybe the ladies who are wearing
ankle watches think the men are nee,I.
ing something new to attract their
attention
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Big Apples.

Donnellson Review: We notice re-
ports from various parts of the state
about big apples, but they have moth
ing over Lee county in this regard.
This office received three apples Sat
urday from Miss Minnie Westerman,
each measuring fifteen inches in cir
conference. and the three weighing
three and one-quarter pounds.
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Speaking Of Generosity.

Chicago Evening Post: Isn't it gen.
erous of the Krupps to subscribe $40
100000 to the new war loan? They
take it out of one pocket and put it
back into the other.
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Boys win he aox.

81. Louis Globe-Democrar: Il Is
,oie 70 speculate on why some boys
broke out OF the Industrial school and
ran away. Boys would break out or
heaven if under restraint
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MARY PICKFORD
ESCAPED FIRE
Blaze In Studio While Movie People
Were Rehearsing for "The Twist
ina Road" -

limited Press Leased Wire Serv1cel
NEW YORK. Sept ia spectacu-
lar fire tonight Quilted the five story
building occupied by the Famous
PLAYERS studio at Twenty Sixth and
Seventh avenue. The damage, it Is
believed, will exceed a quarter Of
million dollars.
In tie studio when the flames broke
Que, we're a number of movie players
rehearsing 1.-THE Twisting Road in
which Mary Piokford is to star They
rushed from the building before the
flames had begun leaping to the up
per stories.
Four firemen were injured, two OF
them seriously At 11:30 p m. the
fire was still burning furiously, but
was believed to be under control.
Film Man WayIaid.
PITTSBURGH, Pa, Sept. 11.-Lured
from his place Of business late today.
J. G. Long, general manager of the
Feature Film company was led into a
dense wood near Wildwood and after
being attacked by an auto bandit, was
robbed, thrown into a creek and left
for dead Elvin Whittick. who repre-
sented he owned a moving picture
house and drove Long in car to see
the property is under arrest as the
bandit.
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Sreakina of ParadeS.

Topeka Capital: Probably the long
est and most imposing parade is ulat
made by the man from the city who
has gone back to his little old home
town for visit.
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What no You Mesn-othersa

Washington Star: The other mem
bers of the progressive party have re-
Trained from offering any comment on
Colonel Roosevelt's remarks at Platts-
burg.
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Swedish Evangelical Lutheran Mis-
sion church, Fourteenth and Morgan
Streets Sunday school at $3.50 a. m.
No other services during the day.
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Read The Gate City want column.
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First Methodist Protestant church,
Twelfth and Exchange streets. Rev. F..
Leroy Steffey, pastor. 1103 Bank st.
Sunday school al. $50 a. m. Mr.. S. B.
Mccoy, Supt Christian Endeavor
prayer meeting at $3.50 p. M. Topic.
"Friendship.'' Leader, Mr.. ]. K.
Foulkes. Preaching at 10:45 a. m.
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Sunday school. 8: so a. m. Morning
worship, Has, THE Duty of Press
ing Forward" Evening worship, 1880.
John Huss, the Bohemian Reform
err illustrated with stereoptican
views. The public is invited.
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First Congregational church, cor
ner Sixth and High streets. Rev.
Frank G. Beardsley, S. T. D., pastor.
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ST. Mary, the Virgin, Episcopal. High
and Fourteenth streets. Rev. John @.
Sage, pastor. Fifteenth Sunday after
Trinity. Evening service $3.50 o'clock.
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1915-07-02

this man OF his. He remembered the
story Of another killing in the hills Of
India. His gaze went from the brown
fanatics face to the white, tender,
lovely throat Of the woman-and a
hoarse gasp broke from his lips.
NO! No! Not that" he cried, and
as the words rang out, Yvonne re-
moved her Mortified gaze from the blot
of red and fixed it upon the face of her
husband She Strengthened up slowly
and her arms fell Imply to her sides.
1T was meant for me. Shoot,
james," she said, almost in whis-
per-
The Hindu's grasp frightened at the
convulsive movement of his masters
hand. His fingers were like steel
bands.
Shoot" she repeated, raising her
voice Save yourself, for If he is
dead ! shall kill you with my own
hands. This is your chance-shoot!'
Brood's fingers relaxed their griE
on the revolver. A fierce. wild hope
took all the strength out of his body
he grew faint with 1t.
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1915-07-02
CHAPTER xxVli-continued,

He obeyed. See! There is no one
near He held open the door to the
nan. You must speak quickly. l am
70 leave this house in an hour was
given the hour"
An, can see by your face that you
nate him! 1t is we'll. That is some.
thing. 1t is but little, | know, after
ali l have wished for-but it is some.
tn1ng for me to misunderstanding
Tor me to take back with me to the
one sacred little spot in this beastly
world OF men and women"
You are the most Incompetent
sible-"
Am / not beautiful, Frederic? Tell
mel! She came quite close to him.
You are the most beautiful woman
In all the world" he said abjectly
And have wasted all my beauty
l have lent it to unloveliness and II
has not been destroyed! 1t Is still with
me, Is it not? have not lost it in
You are beautiful beyond words
beyond anything / have ever i'm.
'sgined," said he, suddenly passing his
hand over his brow.
You would have loved me if it had
not been for Lydia?"
Il couldn't have helped myself l.
/ fear I--faltered in my Good God
are you still trying to tempt me? Are
you still asking me to 60 away with
your
A hoarse cry came from the door.
way behind them-a cry of pain and
anger that struck terror to their souls
They had not heard his approach
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1915-07-02

Blood! 1t is blood" she moaned,
and for the first time since the shot
was fired her husband glanced at the
one for whom the bullet was intended.
An expression of incredulity leaped
into his face, as if he could not believe
his senses. She was alive and unhurt!
His bullet had not touched her. His
brain fumbled for the explanation Of
this miracle.
Blood" she walled again, long,
shuddering word that came not from
her lips but from the very depths Of
her terror-stricken soul.
Slowly Brood's mind worked out Of
the maze. His shot had gone straight,
but Frederic himself had leaped into
it's path to save this miserable crea-
ture who would have damned his
soul if life had been spared to him.
Ranjab crawled to his side, his eyes
covered with one arm, the other ex-
tended. Blindly the master felt for the
pistol, not once removing his eyes
from the pallid figure against the table.
His fingers closed upon the weapon.
Then the Hindu looked up, warned by
the strange voice that spoke to him
from the mind of his master He saw
the arm slowly extend itself with a
sinister hand directed straight at the
unconscious figure of the woman. This
time Brood vas making sure of his
aim-so sure that the 1.-THE Hindu
had time to spring to his feet and
grasp once more the hand that held
the weapon.
Master! MASTER" he cried out.
Brood turned to look at his man in
sheer bewilderment. What could all
this mean? What was the matter with
the man?
Down, RAINFALL" he commanded In
low. cautious tone, as he would have
used in speaking to dog when the
game was run to earth.
There is but one bullet left, sahib."
cried the man.
"Only one is required" said the mas.
ter hazily.
"You have killed your son. This bull.
let is for yourself"
yes! Yes! But-but she! She
lives! She"
The Hindu struck his own breast
significantly. "Thy faithful servant re-
mains, sahib. Die, If thou wilt. but
leave her to Ranjab. There is but one
bullet left. 1t is for you. You must
not be here to witness the death RAN
jab, thy servant, shall infiict upon her.
Shoot myself now, if so be it. but
spare thyself the sight Of" He did
not finish the sentence, but his strong.
bony fingers went through the motion
that told a more horrible story than
words could have expressed. There
was no mistaking his meaning. He
had elected himself her executioner.
A CHASTITY look Of comprehension
fitted across Brood's face. For Sec
ond his mind slipped from one dread
to another more appalling. He kpaw
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1915-07-02
-" "' aatllde! What accursed trick

-" 1atllde! What accursed trick
I'D. lie ssprang to his feet and advance,
upon her, actually stepp I" . "rHan' &c
r Co. NJ -. MS son in his reckless hastr
.so;r s seconds they stood with
si1d,v 's &c close together. he starjnr
II bo, sne with a dull look of agony
" w n't eyes, but unAinching What he
s s'so,,s caused an icy chill to swccn
- ons MS tense body, and sickness
= W. ,e' MS soul. He shrank back.
.,,as o~~ho are YOU" he cried out
!. S , terror. He felt the presence
O M va He could have stretched
ou' H.s nand and touched her, SO real,
~ 'av'u was the belief that she was
actually there before him, "Mati,d Ip
sa' Nere-l saw her. before God | saw
u.,, And-and now it is you. She is
'"' Ne'e' can feel her hand touch.
iss mine can feel-no, again. l.
he cold, lifeless voice of Yyonne
was speaking to him. huskier than ever
before. '''N' VI
"atllde has been here. She has
always been with him. She is ALWAYS
near you, James Brood"
"nat - are - you saying?" he
gasped.
one turned YEARLY away and pointed
10 tue weapon on the table.
Who Is to use it, you or -"
lie opened his mouth but uttered n,
souhd His power of speech was gone
one went on in a deadly monotone
you intended the bullet for me. 1t i
not too late. Kill me, II you will.
give you the first chance-take it. 70
II you DO not | shall take mine"
Il cannot kill you'll cannot xii
the woman who stood where you ar
standing a moment ago. Matilde wa
there! She was alive do you hea
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1915-07-02

me! Alive and-ah!" The exclama-
ton fell from his lips as she suddenly
leaned forward, her intense gaze fixed
on Frederic's face.
See! All, see! prayed and have
been answered. See! God in heaven,
see"
He turned Frederic's eyes were
open. He was looking up at them, with
a piteous appeal in their depths-an
appeal for help. for life, for conscious.
ness.
HE is not dead! Frederic, Frederic,
my SON" He dropped to his knees
and frantically clutched at the hand
that lay stretched out beside the limp
figure. The pain.stricken eyes closed
slowly.
Someone knelt beside Brood. He
saw a slim white hand go out and
touch the pallid brow.
II shall save your soul, James
Brood" voice was saying, but 1t
seemed far away. HE shall not die.
Your poor wretched soul may rest Sc
cure. I shall keep death away from
him. You shall not have to pay for
this-no, not for this. The bullet was
meant for me. owe my life to him,
you shall owe his to me. But you
have yet to pay a greater debt than
this can ever become. He is your son
You owe another for his life-and you
will never be out Of her debt. not
even in hell, James Brood"
Slowly Frederic's eyes opened
again. They wavered from one face
to the other and there was in them the
unsolvable mystery Of divination. Al
the lids dropped once more, Brood
manner underwent a tremendous
change. The stupefaction OF horror
and doubt fell away in flash and NJ
was again the clear.headed, indomlt
able man of action. The blood rushed
back into his veins, his eyes flashed
with the returning fire of hope MI
voice was steady, sharp, commanding
1.-THE doctor!" he cried in Yvonne''
ear, as his strong fingers went out tt
tear open the red shirt bosom. "b'
quick! Send for Holder. BY heaven
we must save him" She did not move
He whirled upon her fiercely. DO as
tell you. Are you so damned
Doctor Holder is on the way now,
! she said duly His hands ceased thei
operations as If checked by a suddel
, paralysis.
ION the way here?" he cried IN
credulously. why"
HE Is coming" she said fiercely'
, sent for him-ages ago Don't sto
, now-be quick! You know what to d
Stanch the flow of blood. Do some
{ thing, man! You have seen men wit
, mortal wounds--and this man must b
saved"
: He worked swiftly, deity, for he al
know what to do. He had worked owe
men before with wounds in the
breasts-and he had seen them throug
the shadow of death, But he coul
Q not help thinking, as ne now worke
/ that ne was never known to miss
i shilling at thirty PAGES.
!. She was speaking. Her voice W;
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1915-07-02

low and husky once more, with a per-
slstent note Of accusation IN 1t. III
was an accident, do you understand!
You did not shoot TO kill-him. The
world shall never know the truth-un-
less he dies, and that is not to happen.
You are safe The Law cannot touch
you, for | shall never speak. This is
between you and me. Do you under
stand?"
He glanced at her set. rigid face.
Yes. 1t was an accident And this Is
between you and me. We shah settle
1t later on. Now see you as you are
as IvOnne. God, wonder" His
hand shook with sudden spasm of
ndecision He had again caught that
battling look in her dark eyes.
Attend" she cried, and he bent
to the task again He is not going to
! die. 1t would be too cruel il he were
to die now and miss all the JOY Of vic
tory over youths lifelong foe. He
The door opened behind them and
they looked up to see the breathless
Hindu. He came straight to the
woman.
He comes. Ranjab has obey.
have told him that the revolver was dis
charge accidentally-bym myself, by the
unhappy son Of dog, |. 1t Is we'll
Ranjab is but dog He shall die to
day and his lips be sealed forever
Have no fear The dead shall be 81
lent" His voice trailed off into ;
whisper, for his eyes were looking int
hers NO" he whispered, after me
ment-"no, the dead are not silent
One who is dead has spoken to Rar
jab"
Hush" said the woman. Brood
hands we're shaking again, shakin
and uncertain. THE doctor? H
comes?"
Even now" said the Hindu, turf
ing toward the door
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1915-07-02
CHAPTER XVIII.
The Shot That Failed.

Transfixed, they watched him take
two or three steps into the room. At
his back was the swarthy Hindu, his
eyes cleaning like Goals of fire in the
shadowy light.
"James!" fell TREMENDOUSLY from the
lips of Yvonne. She swayed toward
him as Ranjab grasped his arm from
behind. Frederick saw the fash of
something bright as 1t passed from the
brown hand to the white one. He did
not at once comprehend.
ut happened once" came hoarsely
from the throat of James Brood 1T
shall not happen again. Thank you,
;Ranjab."
Then Frederic knew! The Hindu
had slipped revolver into his mas
ter's hand!
1T gives me great pleasure, Yvonne,
to relieve you of that damned, rotten,
worthless thing you call your life"
AS he raised his arm, Frederic
sprang forward with a shout of horror.
Scarcely realizing what he did, he
hurled Yvonne violently to one side.
It was all over in the twinkling of
an eye. There was flash, the crash
of an explosion. puff of smoke and
the smell of burnt powder.
Frederic stood perfectly still for an
instant, facing the soft cloud that rose
from the pistol barrel, an expression
of vague amazement in his face. Then
his hand went uncertainty to his
breast.
Already James Brood had seen the
red blotch that spread with incredible
swiftness-blood red against the
snowy white of the broad shirt bosom
Glaring with wide-open eyes at the
horrid spot, he stood there with the
pistol still levelled in petrified hand
Good God, father, you've-why
you've" struggled from Frederic's
.writhing lips, and then his knees
sagged; an instant later they gave way
with rush and he dropped heavily t.
the floor.
There was not a sound in the room
Suddenly Brood made a movement
quick and spasmodic. At the same in
slant Ranjab flung himself forward
and grasped his masters arm. He
had turned the revolver upon himself!
The muzzle was almost at his temple
when the Hindu seized his hand in 6
grip OF iron.
"Sahib! Sahib!" he Kissed. "Wha
would you do?" Wrenching the weapon
from the stiff, unresisting fingers, ht
hurled 1t across the room.
My God" groaned Brood His tai
body swerved forward. but his legs re
fused to carry him. The Hindu caugh
him as he was sinking Imply to hi.
knees. With a tremendous effort o
the will, Brood succeeded in conquer
ing the black Inconsistencies tina
was assailing him. He Strengthened
up to his full height, and with trem
bling fingers pointed to the prostrat
figure on the floor 1.-THE pistol. Ran
lab! Where is it? Give it me! Man
man, can live after that? hav
killed my sonny own son! Quick
mani"
"Sahib!" cried the Hindu, wringin
his hands. Il cannotl cannot"
81 command you! The pistol!"
Without word the Hindu, fatalist
slave, pagan that he was. turned to d
his masters bidding 1t was not TO
him to say nay, was not for him t
oppose the will of the master, but t
obey.
All this time, Yvonne was crouchin
against the table, her Mortified gaz
upon the great red blotch that grew
terrible proportions as she watched
She had not moved, she had nc
,breathed, she had not taken her hand
from her ears where she had place
them at the sound of the explosion.
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1915-07-02

Frederic. It was an accident In that
respect Thank you for what You would
do. It isn't necessary, old pals, The
story that Ranjab tells must STAND Tor
the time being. Later Orwell, ] may
write my own story and give it to the
world"
Write it," said Mr.. Dawes, ana
Brood nodded his head slowly, signin-
eantly.
"Oh, Jim, you-you mustn't do that'
groaned Mr.. Dawes, appalled, 'o0
amt such a coward as to do that"
There was one bullet left in the re.
yolver. Ranjab advised me to save II
for myself. He's thoughtlu' Ter
low" said Brood. ut has oeen 10
moved, of course, but"
"Jim," said Mr.. Riggs, squarlng MIN.
self, its too bad that you didht Il"
what you shot at"
"Jim" interrupted Mr.. Riggs, ignor
ing his comrade, Il see she's going "
nurse Freddy. Well, sir. II | was yo~
I'd" ,
tro BE CONTINUED
The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1915-04-20
Lost Bank Stock Certificate

Dawson, Ga, March %, 1915
Georgia, Terrell County.-Before
me, an officer of said state and coun-
ty, duly authorized to administer
oaths, personally came the under
signed, j. w. Kaufman, who being
duly sworn, deposes and says that he
is the owner of ten (10) shares of the
capital stock of the City National
Bank of Dawson, Ga, his stock GER
tificate beins No. ISL and bearing
date of September 29th, 1909; and
deponent further says that in some
way his said certificate has become
lost or destroyed, and after careful
search he is unable to find same, and
he also states on oath that he has
this day sold, conveyed and trans
ferred the above mentioned ten
shares of stock of the City National
Bank to w. A. McLain, and makes
this affidavit that duplicate certifi-
cate may be issued to the said w. A.
McLain in lieu of the lost original
J. w. KAUFMAN.
Sworn to and subscribed before me
this March 25th, 1915. R. D..
SMITH, Notary Public Terrell Coun-
ty Georgia.