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Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1915-04-15

Notice is hereby l,iven that the UNDER
isigned, Elizabeth W,,bber, Administrators Of
the estate Of Harry Weber, deceased,
will make final settle nent Of his accounts
with said estate as UGH Administrators at
the next term Of the Probate Court Of Iron
County, Missouri, to be holden at Ironton,
in said county, on the 10th day Of May,
"A. d. 1915. ELIzABIsTH WEBER,
Administrators.
Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1915-04-15
Thrlrsdaa,, Mau 13th.

VIM. Sutton, guardian and curator OF tho
estates Of Nan Sutton, Perry sutton and or
to sutton, mino RS.
Paul r. Ro~senrreter, public administrator
guardian of the persons and curator Of the
estates Of Alphon sc Beller. Mathilda Beller
and Marion Beller, minors.
Chas, p. Damron, executor, with Will an
nexed, ofthe estate OF John NJ, Kelly de-
ceased. O.W. ROOP,
Judge OF Proba te and ex-Oficio CLERK.
Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1915-04-15

Probably the Truest Form Of Love.
There is a love which can find its
n expression in sympathy and all
its happiness in understanding.-John
Oliver Hobbies.
Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1915-04-15
Weather Report.

Meteorological Report Of Coopera-
tive Observer at Ironton, Iron County,
Mo-, for the week ending Tuesday,
March 80, 1915:
Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1915-04-15
p, Harold 81 ton NJ Ruby sutton,
Wednes, lag, May 18Th.

Isaac Kelly, gual dian OF the persons and
curator OF the esta ties OF Paul Thomas Leon
ard and George Dewey Leonard, minors.
estate OF Enos Pam, ,becker, deceased.
Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1915-04-15
Days Of Week.

NoTE.--The precipitation includes
rain, hail, sleet and melted snow, and
Is recorded in inches and hundredths'
Ten inches OF snow equal one inch of
rain. "Tn indicates trace of precipi-
tation. w. H. DELANo, Observer.
Have you tried the New drink
called Cherry Chic, which can be had
ct the Handy Kitchenf
The Pulaskian., 1915-12-31

that it was her prospective money he wanted; but before she could en- tighten her grandfather old Mr. Nor ton had died suddenly, and the will was found to be based upon the belief that Lily and Mervyn were to be mar ried
 The chivalrous old man was SUD- posed to have feared that Mervyn would hesitate to ask rich girl to marry him, when he himself was pen niless.
 As matter of fact, old MT. Norton had been slowly reading into Mervyn Ferrand's character. But the old man had hesitated to credit the stories that had come to his ears-and then he had died
 Lily, disillusioaed, had ceased to care for her cousin, but she shrank from the gossip of the small town that she knew would follow the breach of their engagement. She knew that Fer rand was infatuated with a vaudeville actress of the neighboring city; let ters had been placed before her, and, rather than tax Mervyn with their au- thorship, she had waited quietly.
 She could not tax a man whose de- votion to her had never actually taken the form of marriage proposal.
 As the weeks went by Mervyn's s wis., it's became fewer in number and ire quency. Lily ignored Mervyn more openly. She all but cut him on the street. He ceased to come to the house at last And then it was that Charles Fremont began to be fre- quent guest
 Miss Norton,' he said one day, "excuse me if I seem impertinent, but it is being said that an arrangement has arisen between you and MT. Fer rand"
 Lily bowed her head quietly.
 "Then do you intend to marry him ?" asked the young lawyer.
 Never" said the girl impusively.
 Tn that case, Miss Norton, pur- sued Fremont, T am privileged to speak to you in my professional ca pacity. As you know, your grandfa- ther was the soul of honor He was certain that you and MT. Ferrand meant to marry; otherwise he would undoubtedly have wiIled everything to you Now-what will you do when your year is ended? For then MT. Ferrand will acquire the ownership of this house. you know. and all the income"
The Pulaskian., 1915-12-31
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THE NORTON LEGACY
By PETER RoTHENBERG.

Copyright, 1914. by w. G. Chapman)
 Lily Norton, seated in the big arm chair, faced Charles Fremont calmly.
 You mean to say, then, that own nothing of my grandfather's estate?" she inquired quietly.
 The use of this house and garden, and the income from his lands for a year and day" replied the young lawyer. Then, hesitating, he added: No doubt your grandfather left every thing to your cousin, Mervyn Ferrand, in the belief that you would marry him."
 The young lawyer felt uncomfort- able as he said this, for it is hard to speak of her forthcoming marriage to pretty girl, whom you yourself se- cretly adore. And Fremont and Lily had become very good friends of late.
 Everybody had expected that Lily and Mervyn would marry soon. Their engagement was believed to exist. And Fremont had other qualms on this subject, knowing, as he did, that Ferrand had been mixed up in some shady deals at college, and had not led an exemplary life even after his engagement
 He inherits it internationally, be- lieye?" asked the girl
 No" replied Fremont. "It is sub ject to a condition, but not even I know what that is. The sealed paper is not to be opened for year after your grandfather's death"
 Thank you replied the girl, and the lawyer, having no excuse for re- maining longer, took his departure.
 When he was gone Lily Norton sank back in her chair and gave way to passionate grief. Everyone who knew the quiet, self-restrained girl would have been amazed at the violence of her grief
 She knew that Mervyn Ferrand meant to play false with her, now that he had obtained the legacy He had deceived her into thinking he cared, with his soft-spoken ways and ele- gant manners. She had found out
The Pulaskian., 1915-12-31

him on to his fate. He waded ahead confidently, anticipating no trap. Sud- denly those quick hands of the little sprite went out paddle fashion. Eyes, mouth, face--he received deluge of water slap-dash; half blinded, ut terly taken off his balance, he noted that she had sprung at him. With a delft whirl she sent him off his feet, de- livered resounding box on one ear, and he went flat into an aqueous bed, struggling, spluttering, baffled.
 "Goody!' rang out silyery hail of lofty disdain and triumph, and shore wards sped Elida to vanish among the wildwood verdure before the discom- fited Dick couldtrecover his wits.
 She's a jewell" voted Dick, en. thusiastic for all the dampness and discomfort as he waded ashore bedrag- gled. He did some serious thinking as he proceeded homewards. They had been friends. chums since early boy hood and girlhood. They had shared youthful hopes, fears and mutual mis- chief scrapes. Never had that bright spirit appealed to Dick as upon this bright June morning.
 Two evenings later, with mournful mien and laggard gait, Dick appeared in the Mason grounds looking for Elida. He found her at last gathering some apple blossoms.
 Well, did you get wet?" she hailed as he approached
 My handkerchief has all day long," replied Dick, lugubriously. "Elida, I'm going away
 Good! Then I'll have some peace in my life" retorted Elida, but quick darkening shadow of the lustrous eyes told that she was aroused.
 "Yes," said Dick, Uncle says I've wasted my life. He tried me in his bank. I made a muddIe of it. The law-I rebelled. You know all I can do is to write. He's discouraged that. But finally he's given in, and I'm to become a sort of reader or editor with city publishing house he's interested in"
 "Poetry!" sniffed Elida in affected contempt. "Fine living that will bring you!"
 "Oh, no, novels, essays, they print everything. If I make it go, Uncle Drake will start me out big. Then I'm going to marry-you."
 .Hoity toityi" screamed Elida. Who told you that?"
 My longing heart!" declared Dick. Yes, Pm coming back to claim you"
 Why, that will be years and years! You'll be quite gray and decrepit.
The Pulaskian., 1915-12-31
sesesa23 sSe ZELDA, THE JEWEL
 By JESSIE ETHEL sHERcoLD.

Copyright 1914. by W. G. Chapman.)
 Stop, oh, stop!" Dick Wetherell chuekled. Higher and higher he sent the swing. It was suspended from a tree branch, and every time he sent it whirling with it's precious freight, elf ish sparkling Elida Mason, it took her way out beyond the bank, directly over the purling brook fifteen feet below.
 Promise me a kiss and I'll let up," bargained Dick.
 "A kiss" flared forth the spoiled beauty. .Impudent! It will be good hard box on the ears, if ever get down to earth again"
 (Which you won't until you prom ise," declared rollicking, mischief-lov- ing Dick. "One more!" and he sent the dainty passenger with wildly kick ing feet and expostulating voice off on venturesome parabola curve that was fairly terrifying.
 "Oh, you tease--I wouldn't kiss you if you were the last man in the world!" breathed Elida furiously.
 Say, I'll just catch and stop the swing next time, and take my pay highwayman fashion," insisted Dick
 Twill you! There-smarty!
 "Gracious!" gasped Dick. and stood appalled,.
 Elida had let go of the ropes. There was a f1eeting vision of waving hair and flying skirts.
 Splash! She went out and down like an expert diver. Then twenty feet from shore she landed on the soft bottom of the stream, waist deep in water, but glorious in her wild way ward beauty, defiant and daring.
 "Oh, say!" cried the enraptured Dick, sliding down the bank and mak. ing recklessly for the heroic figure in mid-stream. That was grand Why, l love you ten times more than ever for such grit. You're famous one. Why, I'd wade through fire to get you now, and here goes!"
 With a mocking half smile on her lips Elida stood almost inviting
The Pulaskian., 1915-12-31
COUP THAT FAILED.
By H. M. EeBERr.

Copyright, 1914. by w. G. Chapman)
 It was not the shock of arms, but thirst, that threatened to force the devoted city into surrender
 For months the enemy had hurled their lines against the fortress, only to see the gallant troops retire, decimated, baff1ed by the strong earth works that promised to hold out in- definitely. And until the city fell the forward march of the victorious army could not continue.
 General Lamarche was desperate. He could not leave the fortress in his rear untaken and continue his ad- vance toward the capital of the en- emy, for that would mean that his lines of communication would be sev- cred. And behind those walls the en- emy was reforming, ready to renew the war in all it's pristine vigor.
 But for months no drop of rain had fallen. The springs within the city had run dry. The river had been damned and diverted by the besieg- CTS. And there remained hardly three days supply of water.
 That the city was in need of water General Lamarche knew; but he did not know how near it was to surren- der. And every days delay was worth a thousand men to those within.
 It was at this juncture that he gave audience to the man who had begged for an interview daily during the past month.
 "Let the fellow come in," he said reluctantly to his aide. Well, sir?" he demanded, as the ragged, wild looking fellow stood before him.
 My name is Durand," said the man.
 1 General Lamarche started slightly. "The aviater?" he asked. l Durand bowed his head.
 Lamarche, like every Frenchman, knew about Durand. He had been one of the foremost men to develop the dirigible gas-balloon. While others
The Pulaskian., 1915-12-31
MANY TROUBLES AT. ONCE
They Seem to Be Most Plentiful When You Take Your Girl
 Riding.

He started to take his girl to ride in an auto the other evening. Drove up to the house just before dusk, and she tripped down the steps and into the front seat beside him and they set off. They meandered through this and that street until they had traversed q half-mile and then all of sudden the engine died. Tinkering with the bat tery repeated cranking and gazing at the engine did no good. Then he hap- pened to think of his "gas" and found there was none.
 It was only a quarter of mile to the garage, and he knew of another machine they could getoto 'haul tho thing in" So while she waited he trudged to the garage and getting into another machine started for the scene of the stalled auto. He had not got 100 feet from the garage before his latest machine died on him. With a view of starting at the other end of things he tried the "gas" tank first and found it empty.
 Twice within a half-hour with two machines came near getting his goat He began to think there surely was q hoodoo on the ride with his girl that evening. But he toted gas from tho garage to machine No 2 and then hiked back to machine No. and th, girl, and finally got the latter to the garage, where it was "gassed" up and ran all right after that -Brockton En- terprise.
The Pulaskian., 1915-12-31

worked upon the aeroplane, Durand had brought the dirigible almost to perfection. And, at the moment when he was about to see his invention adopted by the French army, he had committed murder-a foul, inex- cusable murder while under the in fiuence of absinthe, to which he had become addicted by reason of the mental strain he had undergone.
 He was shipped to New Caledonia, but, after serving three years there, F he was pardoned and disappeared from the haunts of his associates. That was a year ago, and since then nothing had been heard of him.
 T want to do something for my country Durand explained.
 "You shall be attached to the aero plane division" answered Lamarche.
 Durand laughed quietly. q do not wish to become private aviator, he said. q have a plan by which you can capture Fort Gleichen"
 What is it?" asked Lamarche i'm patiently. He had had thousand plans submitted to him during the past three months.
 Give me thousand pounds of melinite," answered Durand, land I will blow it into the earth. I will blow away all traces of it."
 If there is thousand pounds of melinite to spare in France you shall have it, provided you can convince me Of the feasibility of your scheme, ; the general answered.
 Tt is very simple" replied Durand. ''In the mountains of the Vosges. where I have lived during the last year, I have my perfected dirigible. 1 will load it with thousand pounds of melinite, which is as much as it will carry, in addition to my own weight. I will steer it above Fort Gleichen, pull the valve open, after calculating the descent, and escape in my parachute. The balloon will drop squarely into the center of the fort and blow it from the face of the earth"
 l They talked over the project for a while, and the more Durand ex plained, the more feasible his proposal appeared to the French general. l Of course, from an aeroplane, only small bombs could be dropped But there was no reason why balloon should not contain a thousand pounds l of melinIte, an explosive deadly enough to 0biiterate all trace of the famous stronghold that barred the ad vance of the army. It was obvious
The Pulaskian., 1915-12-31
FURTHER TALK NOT NEEDED
Poet, Defendant ir Lawsuit, Pro- duced Seemingly UnansWer-
 able Argument.

Among the many anecdotes told of Joseph yiktor von Scheffel, the Ger man poet and novelist, the following from Hagliche Rundschau is one of the most amusing:
 In place where Scheffel once lived there was a lack of good drinking water. One day a well driver in the neighborhood proposed that the poet allow him to drive deep well for him. ScheffeI accepted his offer, but only on the condition that after the water had been drawn it be found drinkable. The we'll driver completed his work, but all that the pump would deliver was thick yellow liquid; so the poet refused to pay for the work.
 Finally the matter was brought be- fore the court, and the poet and well driver stood side by side before the judge to present their respective cases. Both argued their sides so we'll that the magistrate was plainly puzzled to know which was actually right in the matter.
 At length, weary of the affair, Schef- fel said: Well, I'll give in, and pay for the well and the court expenses, too-but on one condition. My op- ponent sha1, before our eyes, take a drink of the water from the we'll in question:" The poet then lrew from his hip pocket flask of dirty yellow water and after extracting the cork, passed it over to the we'll driver. One glance was enough. He thrust the bottle aside with disgusted look, and strode out of the court room with an angry grow1.
The Pulaskian., 1915-12-31
Make SunfIower Useful.

In some countries, notably in the Russian provinces north of the Cau- casus, the sunfiower serves other pur- poses besides ornamenting gardens with it's huge golden blossoms. The seeds are used to make oil, which is employed both in the manufacture of soap and in cooking. The stems and leaves are burned and the ashes used to make potash. Last year the sun. flower factories of the Caucasus pro. duced 5000 tons of potash.
The Pulaskian., 1915-12-31
Subject to a condition" suggested

Subject to a condition" suggested Lily.
 Yes. But that is probably merely a formalty. fancy your grandfa- ther had heard some things about him, and that the condition hinges upon the use he makes of his share of the property during these 12 months.''
 T have thought over the matter" answered the girl, and 1 intend to go into the hospital and study to be a nurse"
 The thought of the girl losing every thing emboldened the young man to make an appeal to Ferrand, hopeless as he knew the result likely to be. He sent him a letter asking him to call at his office.
 Yes, it was lucky the old man left everything to me-" said Ferrand, after Fremont had brought up the matter of the will. Lily won't have a penny, except what she has managed to save this year. It'c hard, but that's the way the world wags."
 "Mr. Ferrand,'" said Fremont, "has
  inherit this property owing to a mis- conception on the part of old MT. Norton, and that it might be only fair to make settlement on your cousin? ?"
 Ferrand laughed uneasily.
 "Tm no philanthropist," he an- swered. No, sir. What get I hold. Why, there isn't man in town would do such crazy thing"
 Perhaps-perhaps not" answered Fremont. However, since you take that point of view, there is no more to be said. I wish you good day, sir"
 The months sped by, and, before the year was ended, the day came when Fremont asked Lily Norton to be his wife.
 q can't take care of you in the style to which you have been accus- toned" he said, "but I love you with all my heart, and if you will be my wife will love you all my life. And later we will be rich"
 They were such dreams as lovers have, those visions that he recounted. And Lily, who had become as deeply attached to the young lawyer as he was to her, agreed to marry him on the day when the year came to a close.
 There was another formality to be gone through, and that was the open ing of the sealed paper. Farrand, Lily, and the other legatees to small sums assembled at the young law yer's office and watched him break the seal
 "The condition upon which the aforesaid Mervyn Ferrand becomes ries my granddaughter, Lily Norton, , within one year from the date of my death. Failing which the property shall become the possession of my said granddaughter, Lily Norton
 For moment Mervyn Ferrand stared at Fremont incredulously. Then he snatehed at the paper and read it. Suddenly an inspiration came to him.
 When does the year end?" he de- handed
 .At seven o'clock this evening"" an- swered Fremont.
 "Then there's still time," babbled Ferrand, and turning to Lily. Will you-won't you" he began.
 sToo late," said Fremont quietly. Miss Norton became my wife at ten o'clock this morning"
The Pulaskian., 1915-12-31
Billiard Tables Rest on Rock.

Billiard tables, supported on solid rock are among the novel features of on one of the islands of the Sap Juan archipelago in Puget sound. Each ta- ble rests on massive concrete base which extends through an opening in the floor and has it's footing on bed rock, and is therefore as solid and as free from vibration as if it were a part of the island itself.-Popuiar Me chanics.
The Pulaskian., 1915-12-31

She had hurt him. but her tender soul was hurt at his news of going away more than he thought.
 You see," she went on perversely. ''by the time you're rich and famous and real man I'll be married. Good by, Dick. l hope you won't torment the city girls the way you have me-" and she turned towards the house.
 ''Elida!" gasped Dick, sick at heart. And then he saw it all as she turned and ran towards him. Tears were l raining down her cheeks. She was l sobbing Around his neck went two clinging arms. for moment only. 4 i pair of quivering lips met his own. She i flashed from him then and sped for the house. with the ringing wall.
 And you stayed here just long enough to break my heart!"
 A veritable beacon light was the memory of that last meeting with Elida. He had been a harum-scarum, happy-go-lucky fellow before. Now, headed for congenial employment, be- lieving that Elida loved him, Dick re- | pOAFOA to AhHhC Atto diNiO oh0 eAA& sAAC rest of his friends proud of him.
 And he succeeded. Only one or two merely friendly letters came to him In the city from Elida Then almost year to day, his heart filled with triumph and hope, he returned to his home town
 His first thought was of Elida. He leaped the fence of the Mason place when he reached it. There was Elida- She was seated on the ground end of the big teeter upon which both had engaged in many past and gone youthful frolic. She was musingly stringing a chain of daisies. There was a slight scream as deftly Dick Ieaped up, gently pulled the other end of the teeter down, sat on it and blandly smiled up at his lady love. perched way aloft.
 'It's me-" announced Dick joyously. Elida, clinging to the board, breath less, abashed. hastily arranged her skirts.
 "oh, just let me get at you oncel" she panted.
 Eve come back for that kiss you promised" remarked Dick coolly.
 'T promised!" cried Elida, afiame.
 Well, I've earned it." declared Dick. "It was just the memory of our last parting that has helped me to make my way towards riches
 Elida sniffed contemptuously. Love with Dick and only crust of dry bread would be contentment ineffable, although she would not tell Dick so.
 And fame." added Dick, rather proudly.
 How, fame?" was the dubious query. Let me down and tell me.
 I'm gong to keep you up there you near to the stars, me suppli- ant--until I've had my say" insisted Dick. Yes, wrote a book. It's a big go. Uncle is delighted and has bought me half interest in the busi- ness. Pm able to keep wife, Elida, won't you have mel"
 She looked down at that earnest, appealing face searchingly. There waa no guile there.
 "Shut your eyes, you torment!" she directed, land I'll see. I'm a woman now, you know, and mustn't be hoy- denish, but"
 He closed his eyes dutifully. He opened them ecstatically. For Elida had slid down the teeter-totter, straight into his waiting arms.
The Pulaskian., 1915-12-31
To Mend ceIluloid.

Any article made of celluloid may be mended with collodion Scratch the broken edges to be mended with sharp knife until a smooth surface is secured. Apply the coiiosiion and press tightly together for several min utes. Let stand for at least twenty- four hours. Liquid court plaster mn answer as well, since the main infYSe dient is collodson.
The Pulaskian., 1915-12-31

Your boys were in my appletree again" observed the first suburbanite If you say anything more about it, . declared the second ditto. "I'il send you the doctors bill. Philadelphia Ledger.
The Pulaskian., 1915-12-31
"Backv Is the Only Way She TaIks.

bdCK ID rTIe O7Iy way SHe dJkus7
 When yo' has quahI wid yo' wife. do she pout and sulk or do she talk back, Brudder Rumpus?" She talks back. sah! And she not on'y talks back, but she talks front ards and side ways and acrost and endways and diag'nal and round and round, and den she comes all de way back and res peats herself. Aw. yassah; she shos talks back!"
The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, 1915-10-28
HE'LL DO

HELD Do -
want a job as night Waterman,
Ell? Have you any references?"
mo, but I've got doctors certii-
cate showing that I've been sufferer
from insomnia for last five years" !