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The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-02-05

YOUR OWN DRUGGIST WILL TELL YOU
Try Murine Eye Remedy for Red Weak, Watery
Just Eye comfort. Write for Book of the Eye
by mail Free. Murine Eye Remedy Co.. Chicago
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-02-05
A PRAYER.

May we not only be delivered from
The outward act or word that grieves
hee, but may the. very springs Of our
IA tnra he purifi edit. p. Mayer.
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-02-05

To Prevent Tam-o'-shanter Shrinking.
When washing a child's tam-o'-
shanter hat, i you dry it over 2 din
rer p1ats if Will net shrink.
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-02-05

Anyway, it's none Of a mans bust
ness how old a woman is.
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-02-05
The First Case.

Where do you suppose the express
sion not in it arose?"
Probably with Adam and Eve"
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-02-05
Adept.

Do you PIdy SUII
mo, but I dress it and talk it per
fectly"
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-02-05

Dangerous Undertaking.
Jane, tell the cook she's burned
the steak"
I'm afraid. John. She'd roast me"
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-02-05

It is better to tell the pleasing
hra nds of truth when possible,
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-02-05

A broken heart is more easily mend
ed than q love-cracked brain.
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-02-05

Two workmen are building separate
structures. One is a palace of costly
The Polk County Republican. (Ducktown, Tenn.) 1914-191?, 1915-07-02
REPUBLICAN PARTY'S MISSION

Extract Club Philadelphia
greve business hang the out OF work. to
see honest people deprived of their income to the pains con-
tracing expenditure the household the unemployed on the
street. all of this nothing compared with the danger that the
people of the United States shall become subseen all
that is nothing compared with the danger that lose all ndePend
ene of individual character which has been built through all the
thousands of years growth AnSaxon freedom If we main
tain that nothing prevail against lose it. we are slaves
conquero The subject is high and too great Tor
politics. would political question: Tor
goes to the very basis of the future of beloved country
that the important mission OF the Republican
party the ndvda independence the individual rights the
individual integrity of the people the United States We are not
Justly subjects of sgspcon We not justly objects of condea
ton We people of these great States OF these busy commun
ties industry We honest Free Americans and we must
not and we will mol live atmosphere of suspicion and dstrs
We will be governed by who look upon unit to par
hcpate in government
"The mission of this Union League not ended Not only
eternal vigilance the price of liberty eternal struggle the price OF
You again strike with the weapons of your intelligence and
your cour courage upon the baeed Of public discussion OF pub
lie education and strike and again strike with all
your power for the pepeui of the Uon for the continuance OF
freedom the foundations of Justice for the memory OF the
great who gave you birth organization In your efforts
you my prayers and always my grateful and aeconate re-
membrance.
The Polk County Republican. (Ducktown, Tenn.) 1914-191?, 1915-07-02
AN ADVANCE AGENT OF ADVERSELY

In the Republican campaign following the Cleveland panic be-
came popular represent the presidential candidate the advance
agent agent af prosperity This especially effective the Nc
Kney campaigns and friendly represented the MAJOR arriving
with his sample filled with the products of peaceful industry and
agriculture
members of the Presidents cabinet dwelling on the
good times this country almost led to suspect that
the Presidents hencmen grooming him for this role OF advance
agent Of prosperity"
Secretary Red6ed and other members OF the President
point increasing exports rising quotations and growing vol
ume productions they careful not say that these symptoms
alleged prosperity solely furnished by the manufacture and ex
potaton Of prosperity crcumscribed as 1t IS
ansoy-a that will burst quickly the war ends
Is believe that the Democrats hoping against hope
that will last another year? -
What amazing commentary the higmnded professions OF the WI
Having brought business the worst ebb IN years.
falls back suppcatn the rafc IN
and munitions sole refuge from the po of its economic
blunders
Imagine Woodrow brought the pass Of posing the advance
agent prosperity! What chance for the caOnl Woodrow
Wilson with his filled like that of Mckinley with The prod
nets of peace hapne guns cartridges and dynamite made
in America" Milwaukee Wis., Press.
The Polk County Republican. (Ducktown, Tenn.) 1914-191?, 1915-07-02
MULTUM IN PARVO.

-Four working parties which are building
a railroad across Australia will be equipped
with wireless apparatus so they can keep
in touch with one another.
Tests of electrical smelling at old TN
mines in Wales have shown that the loss
of metal is about per cent, as compared
with 8 to 9 per cent in former methods
So that motion picture projectors can
have the advantage Of direct current
where only an alternating current Is aVaii-
able is the purpose Of new motor genera
tor set.
To promote the industrial and technical
utilization Of alcohol the Russian ministry
Of finance has offered prizes totalllng aDont
$4,000 for the best invention in tins re-
spect
The court house is being reshlngled'
this week. Col. Arthur is doing the work.
The Polk County Republican. (Ducktown, Tenn.) 1914-191?, 1915-07-02
CAMP FIRE GIRLS.

A highly enjoyable entertainment was
that given by the young ladies of the Girls
Canning Club at the Y NJ. C. A., Tuesday
night, at which there was an appreciative
audience.
Miss Lucille Marchant, IS AUNT Suzan-
nah made decided hit and her acting
was easily the feature of the evening.
Miss Grace Benefits singing came in
for liberal share of praise and she was
given hearty encore.
REGULATIONS by Eula Mae Brooks and
Willard Swanson we're of high order, as
usual and were well liked.
The rest of the evening was spent in
games of varioas kinds and the evening
entertainment was voted big success by
The Polk County Republican. (Ducktown, Tenn.) 1914-191?, 1915-07-02
/ MISS YOU SO

Selected
| miss you sometimes
When weighty problems vex and fret
My mind, and hands grow tired
Of reaching for the things they never
get;
And my dry eyes are hot with unshed
tears,
| mis- you so!
| miss you sometimes
When at the ending of the day
As twilight falls, seem to catch
TIE scent of roses from an old dead
May
And seem to hold again your hand
miss you SOL
miss you sometimes
When | awaken from some ftful
dream
Wherein you come as in the long ago
Just mine alone, and when | seem
To feel your lips and then
| miss you so!
| Miss you sometimes
And all of life seems want and pain.
While in the turmoil and strife
| try to pray for your dear arms
again,
To hold me as none other ever shall
| Miss you so!
miss you sometimes
That nothing else seems worth the
while,
| long for your DEAR, clinging lips,
Your dear eyes and the smile
They used to hold before | came
To miss, and want, and love you so.
The Polk County Republican. (Ducktown, Tenn.) 1914-191?, 1915-07-02
MOTORED TO CLEVELAND.

An automobile party, consisting OF Mr..
and Mrs A. Nolde, of Isabella and Mr.. and
Mr.. r. L. Kirkpatrick, Mr.. and Mrs. r. l..
HILL Mrs. Arnwine and daughter, Mrs.
Anderson and daughter, and Miss Pauline
Kimsey and Messrs. Ernest and Deyo lay
Tor, Parks Kimsey and Hoyt Campbell, OF
Ducktown made a trip to Cleveland las.
Sunday. They we're the guests of Mr.. and
Mrs. M. T. Fouts, while there.
The Polk County Republican. (Ducktown, Tenn.) 1914-191?, 1915-07-02
THEDFORD'S
BLACK.
DRAUCHT

and to my surprise, got better,
and am to-day as well as any
man." Thedford's Black
Draught is a general cathartic,
vegetable liver medicine, that
has been regulating irregulari-
ties of the liver, stomach and
bowels, for over 10 years. Get
a package today. Insist on the
genuine--Thedford's. E-7O
The Polk County Republican. (Ducktown, Tenn.) 1914-191?, 1915-07-02

DUCKTOWN, TENN, July 2, 1915
The Bemidji daily pioneer., 1915-12-11

naked-bounded upon the veranda. :
For the love of God," he said, in
broken French, "hee for your lives.
Pelee has broken loose"
Ilington, with the oilskin packet
still in hand, sprang to the edge Of
the veranda and from there into the
street. He gave one look and then
fell back. - -.
by George, he's right" he shouted.
'Look-look." -. =. ~.
Anxiously he turned his gaze down
the hill. Then with a bound he was
off. In three minutes he was back
clutching his little daughter, Annette,
to his breast and dragging the frenzied
Manuella after him.
Shrieks from thousand throats
rent the air, without. Ilington glanced
into the street. His face went white.
Ashes, red-hot pieces of molten lava
were dropping in shower.
Ilington, who had been holding
Annette, surrendered her in an instant
to Manuella. He darted into an inner
room and opened the safe. From this
safe he took a canvas bag that jingled
with the gold pieces it contained. He
thrust this bag into one hip pocket Of
his trousers, having already secreted
the oilskin packet in the other
"Come on" he shouted to the group
behind him. Its death to stay here.
Come on down the hill"
The Bemidji daily pioneer., 1915-12-11
CHAPTER w.
After. a Night Of Fear.

The three men-Ilington and his
two ocompanions-sat detected in their
badly leaking boat and watched Cap
tain Hardin's vessel fade away into
the distance Hernandez watched her
keenly as she disappeared. Into the
innermost recesses of his mind he
tucked away the fact that she was the
steamer Princess of New York. Some
day that knowledge would be of use
to him. Hot ashes brushed against
Ilington's cheek; some rested on his
shoulders. He shook himself like some
huge mastiff. He seized the oars.
Come" he said, we've got to get
out of thisand right away. This
boat is filling fast"
Go to it, senor,' said Hernandez.
"Row."
It was not request; it was a com
mand. It was a strange thing that as
long as nington had borne the child in
his arms, Ilington had been the lead
er Of the three. Now his independence
seemed to leave him.
For hours he rowed-he forgot he
was human being His oars rose and
Tell with the regularity Of machine
The Bemidji daily pioneer., 1915-12-11
FIRST MSTALLMENT
PROLOGUE 1.-THE SURVIVORS
CHAPTER l..
The Red Death.

The Red Death.
Capt. John Hardin of the. Princess
regarded the fast-receding coast line
with unusual alarm. He shouted to
his mate
"Welcher," he cried, pointing aft,
''look at that. I've never seen old Pc
lee act that way before"
Welcher, the mate, surly, sallow-
faced, ill-conditioned fellow in un-
kempt uniform, followed with his eyes
the captains glance.
Gee whiz," he said, ''me neither"
"Ben," exclaimed the captain, "she's
splitting fire. BY Godfrey, that means
death-death, tell you, DEATH"
This was back in 1902. The Prin-
cess, Captain Hardin's boat, was a
tramp steamer bound to New York
from the city of st. Pierre, in the
Island of Martinique, with cargo of
cocoa, coffee, sugar cane and cotton,
and had been under way probably an
hour.
you're right, captain" he returned.
"Pelee means business this trip.
Death is right"
A feminine figure emerged from the
shadow of the afterhouse and rushed
forward toward the bridge. Behind
her, following in her wake, raced two
sturdy youngsters. One of these
youngsters darted past her, swarmed
upon the bridge and confronted the
cantain and his mate
He was Captain Hardins boy, Neal
the only child.
The other boy was the mates son,
young Joey Welcher, sallow;faced and
disagreeable like his father.
With the roar of thousand thun-
ders Pelee beloved forth
what are we going to do, Jack?'
cried the captains young wife; what
are we going to do?"
"Do?" returned the mate, before the
captain could reply. "Put on more
steam, that's what We'll do. We're
well out of that hell-hole yonder. An
hour and we'd have been in the thick
of it. We're well out of it, tell you.'
Captain Hardin applied his eye to
his telescope once more. The boy
upon his shoulder followed suit.
"Welcher," said the captain bravely,
we've got to go back"
The Bemidji daily pioneer., 1915-12-11
CHAPTER II.
The Lost Isle,

The Lost Isle.
On the same day-the day Of the
red death at MartiniQue-and but two
short hours before the pilot put the
helm of the tramp steamer Princess
hard aport, three men sat on the YER
anda of a low-roofed, white-walled
bungalow in St. Pierre.
One of these men was IlingtOn, q
young American. He passed around
a box of fragrant Martinique cheroots.
He folded up some half-dozen slips OF
paper he had been examining and re-
turned them to another individual who
faced him from across the table.
"Senor Hernandez" exclaimed the
young American, "for a week at least
half a hundred times-I have told
you your credentials were satisfactory
to me-"
Hernandez nodded ,gravely. He
thrust the papers back into pocket
and tapped them significantly.
"None could be BETTER" he ex-
claimed grandiloquently, II am Her.
nandez-that is all sufficient"
Suddenly the American turned and
faced the third member of the coterie.
"And what" he exclaimed, what Of
Ponto here?"
This third individual was the
strangest creature of them all. He
was a Mexican; dark, very dark; low
browed; and-fat.
Hernandez nodded significantly.
"Ponto, senor," he returned, "is as
good as gold. He, too, is brave"
"Will he do as I tell him." queried
the American.
Hernandez bowed. "You tell me,
senior, and tell him. He will obey
The American turned his back for
q moment and Hernandez and Ponto
exchanged significant glances.
Ilington turned back to them. 1T
is agreed" he said, II will take you
on. To have brave men one must
take a chance"
Ilington crossed the veranda and
entered the living room, from there
disappearing through another door. In
moment he was back, apparently
empty handed. Once more he seated
himself and then drew from the hip
pocket of his trousers a thin oilskin
packet sealed with sealing wax. He
laid it on the table before him.
Gentlemen" he said, IT am the
owner of the lost isle of Cinnabar.
My forefathers held the grant direct
from Spain. The lost isle of CHINA
bar is valuable isle. Tradition has
it that upon it is located quicksilver
mine-an ancient mine but little
worked. My mission is to seek that
island, to find it and to claim it for
my own"
Where is this lost island?" queried
the Portuguese.
Ilington nodded "The. secret" he
returned, "lies within thi. packet"
The Bemidji daily pioneer., 1915-12-11
: CHAPTER v.
A Night With Flame.

| - WIFI FlasnSs
Young Neal Hardin was proud of
his fathers boat, the Princess. He
never ceased admiring her. There was
no part of her he didn't love. He was
well assured that she must hold the
same fascination for other people as
she did for him. He concluded that
little Annette Ilington would fall des-
perately in love with his huge boat
and he escorted that young lady to all
parts of the vessel-in fact, he walked
her little legs off.
They explored the 1ifeboats, the for
ward quarters of the crew; they Wis
tied the pilot; they climbed the bridge.
Finally they visited the hold It was
well they did.
Something had happened-and had
happened on the day before while the
Princess lay off Martinique. Cinders
had fallen by the hundreds-a condi-
tion of affairs that the captain and his
crew had we'll prepared for. It was
impossible to be everywhere at once
and a cinder-a live, red messenger of
death-had taken advantage of this
condition of affairs, had wormed it's
way unnoticed into the cotton cargo,
and like red-hot cancer had eaten in
to it with fame.
With just the slightest trace of ex-
citement Neal drew the little girl to
the deck and with her at his side
sought and found his father and whis-
pered to him.
The captain stiffened as with shock;
his face turned pale. He held up a
hand and three members of the crew
rushed to him. He gave hasty, whis-
pered orders.
In ten minutes the fire hose was laid
Out-men were working at the pumps.
But in ten. minutes something else had
happened-the hold was filled with
smoke. Huge tongues of fame were
leaping ,heavenward, and in that same
ten minutes panic took command
pandemonium reigned.
"Abandon ship" Hardin cried. GAIL
hands to the boats! Women and chill
! dren first" -
Two days later boatload of half
chilled by the cold night and baked
by the heat of day, were sighted by
cruiser of the navy. Half an hour aft
| erwards it's exhausted passengers
clambered wearily but gratefully up
the cruisers side.
The last of the refugees to leave the
11feboat and last of all save the life
boats crew to reach the cruisers deck
was young Neal Hardin. Clutched in
his arms was the recum bent sleeping
figure Of little Annette Ilington.
Mrs. Hardin was offered the COM
mander's cabin. She accepted with
gratitude. She tucked Annette Ilingtou
and Joey Welcher into their berths,
but when she came to look for Neal,
her young son, she found him missing.
She searched for him. A seaman
touched her on the arm. s
You'll find him there, ma'am," said
the sailor.
He pointed toward a group in cor
ner of the sleeping deck. The crew
The Bemidji daily pioneer., 1915-12-11

native woman out upon the ladder.
Courage, Manuella," he kept whis-
pering; courage, Annette. They've
got to help you out.
Captain Hardin leaned over the side.
LET the woman and child come
aboard he shouted; back there. men
back. Welcher, let them come aboard
r. "Ah-h-h," cried Ilington in a tone
. of relief. With final almost super
human effort he lifted Manuella to the
rail of the Princess, safely aboard. He
was about to pass the child to her, but
young Neal Hardin was holding out
his arms:
I'm good CATCH said young Neal;
put it there"
1lington glanced for one instant into
the frank face of Neal Hardin and the
captain of the ship. He drew a sigh of
relief. He nodded swiftly.
Whatever happens, thank God she
is in good hands," he said.
F. Captain Hardin put his lips to his
megaphone.
PUT her about there" he shouted
out; "full steam ahead"
Even as he said it there was fresh
shower of huge red cinders; some ash
some in molten state. There was an
|. added cry of agony from shore and
sea. Even the refugees aboard the
ship covered under the hail of fire in
terror. Suddenly at the captains side
Manuella, the native woman, uttered
a gasp. A red-hot cinder of unusual
size had smitten her upon the temple
as she crouched low over little Annette
1lington. T. Clutching the captain by
the arm she fell prone upon the deck.
Young Neal Hardin sprang forward
and caught the child before she fell.
Manuella's breath came fast-the
thinnest portion of her skull had been
pierced by the Jagged edges of the
cinder. Wild-eyed and frantic, but
we'll realizing that she was upon the
point of death, she caught young Neal
by the blouse.
@ II die-you take baby-some day
papa come e-very-rich-"
She said no more. The captain bent
over her, rose and glanced at WEIGH
er significantly. Then he turned to
his young son Neal.
"Take the little girl into our cabin,
Neal" he said. "Give her to your
mother
Neal clutched the warm bundle In
his arms and staggered with it aft.
AS Mrs. Hardin unwound the shawl
something dropped clinking to the
cabin floor. Neal seized it and handed
it to his mother. .--.=
tits a bag of gold," he said.
No sooner had he said it than an
other object futtered to the floor
an oilsilk packet sealed with sealing
wax. Mrs. Hardin placed the two upon
a small stand setinto the side wall Of
the cabin. She continued to unwind
the shawl Again they started. Pinned
to the child's dress was a crumpled
piece of paper, and upon the piece of
paper was hastily penciled scrawl.
Mrs. Hardin read it. This is what it
said: .-.--... ~
II am Annette Ilington, heiress of
the lost isle of Cinnabar. I will be very
rich some day. Save my clothes and
the oilskin packet until my father
comes for me or until am eighteen.
I must look out for a man with a saber
cut upon his face. For Gods sake
keep me safe.''
The Bemidji daily pioneer., 1915-12-11
NEAL. Of the NAVY
81 Naturalization Osborne.
AUTHOR or "ReD MOUSE" RUNNING FIGHT"
"cATSpAAM" GLUE oOcKle,"eTc
N0VeL|ZEO FROM THE PHOTO PLAY OF THE SAME
NAME PRODUCED YpATHe EXCHANGE, INC.
CO0TI2/GHZ 1915 81 AZkLA/1h,4IHZ7IW OSBORNE -

In a flash Ponto's hand darted like
a black snake across the table to
clutch the packet in it's grasp. The
American, for all his hugeness, was
quite as agile as the fat Ponto. He
snatched the packet away just as Pom
to's fingers touched it.
Ponto's eyes reddened; his face
flushed suddenly. He fingered the hilt
of his knife and glanced toward Her
nandez.
II will be careful to take small
chance with you, friend Ponto,' said
Ilington. He waved the packet to-
ward Hernandez. ''All in good time,
senor," he said.
'The important question" went on
1lington, "is this: Who is in posses
sion of the lost isle Of CHINA
bar? It belongs to me. 1 have the
paper title-at any rate I can obtain
it, but whom must we eject when we
arrive?"
Leave that to me-" said Herman
dez. "We shall wipe them off the face
of the earth"
A screen door swung open and a
native woman gaudily arrayed in
green and yellow stripes, her head
bound around with strip of orange
colored linen, slipped through the door
leading with her tiny girl-a child
three or four years old.
The child saw Ilington and ran
tumultuously toward him, clasping his
huge leg with her arms.
my daughter, gentlemen said II
ington. "She is all have. Her moth
er died when she was born and when
1 die she will be the heiress to the
lost isle of neutrality-suspicious. the
princess of a principality, who knows .
Manuella, her native nurse, carried
her out into the narrow white and
winding street, and together they half
ran, half toddled down the hill.
Ilington resumed his own chair. and
once more exhibited the oilskin pack
et.
"The contents of this packet-pos-
sibly-will indicate the whereabouts
of the lost isle Of Cinnabar,'' he said.
= Suppose we take chance"
Break the seal, senor," said Her.
nandez.
Ilington started to obey-but some
thing happened.
With the suddenness of a jaguar
fleeing from the hunters, man-halt
The Bemidji daily pioneer., 1915-12-11

|
the Billet in His Hands and Brought
Il Down.
were swinging hammocks ready for
the night. Mrs. Hardin listened. She
heard the clear tones of her young
son Neal. She hastened to the group
and caught her offspring by the hand.
"Mom," he pleaded, don't" He
pointed toward hammock high above
his head. That's where I'm going to
sleep-just oncetonight."
A seaman touched his cap and
grinned. He's q sailor from the
ground up, ma'am," he said. you
can't MAKE him anything else If you
was to try hundred years"
All through that long night woman
lay, Wide-eyed, with dumb agony with
In her heart. She didn't know-she
couldn't know-that Capt John Har-
din was exploring the depths unknown
with knife sunk between his shoul-
der blades by his mate, Welcher. But
she knew that she would never lay
eyes upon him moreover feel the
clasp Of his hand, nor his kiss upon
her lips, nor his strong arms about her
never in this world again.
To BIZ coNTINuEpl
The Bemidji daily pioneer., 1915-12-11

He reached the beach and darted
zig-zag hither and thither, always
babbling, always cackling.
There was reason for this. Some
where in his skull there was dent
q deep depression-made by the billet
OF wood that had struck him down.
Ever and anon as he went he stroked
the wound with the right hand and
drew the hand away, covered with
blood
"Red-red-" he babbled and went
on.