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Monroe City Democrat. (Monroe City, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1915-03-11
DOUIIM NOTEQ|
As4GAsSsSAsSSSSSS <AaAIUI

Don't feed cut green bone to grow.
ing chickens.
Grit should be supplied the fowls at
all times, as it aids digestion.
Don't let the little chicks out In the
wet grass until they are well feathered
out.
Get the ROSTERS all out of the yay.
Yard them by themselves for the next
six months.
The feed hopper should be placed
at least six inches from the floor. 80
that the hens cannot easily scratch
dirt or litter in It.
Like the dead hen, the rotten egg
should be buried or burned and not al.
lowed to proclaim its rottenness any
more widely than necessary.
How about moving the chicken
coops to the cornfields? The fowls
will eat on scores of bugs and worms
and not hurt the corn a particle.
1t will be a good plan II the old hens
can run in the orchard or corn field
the rest of the season. where there are
lots OF bugs and worms to destroy.
Dry forest leaves form an excellent
article for putting in the poultry
scratching shed, and make a fine fer
tilizer for the fields after being used.
Monroe City Democrat. (Monroe City, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1915-03-11
Hold Tree In Reverence.

The Hindus are peculiarly fond of
the stately banyan. They consider its
long duration. its outstretching arms
and overshadowing beneficence as an
emblem OF the Deity. They plant it
near their temples. and in those viii
lagos where there is no structure for
public worship they place an image I'M
der a banyan and there perform
morning and evening sacrifice.
Monroe City Democrat. (Monroe City, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1915-03-11

Jelly " n ! G n one
desires to serve for
a company lunch
con, is to put it
into the little pa
per cases used for
sailed nuts. The
jelly will not soak
through, even il
Monroe City Democrat. (Monroe City, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1915-03-11
THE OLD BLUE.BACKED SPELLER.
BY R. j. Tydines.

stopped at home, few days ADO,
Where saw book that stirred me so
That am tempted now to get into rhyme,
For it took me back to an olden time.
Twas on plain little volume CHANGED to look
Just Webster's blue backed spelling book
But, Oh, what reminder of boyhood days.
What food from memory doth this book raise!
Back in that old house built of logs
Near to pond where we heard the frogs,
In that plain old common school
Was where we we're taught by rigid rule.
These old blue books with pictures quaint
Are vivid vet in memory's paint;
With words in rows, up and down,
In prose- were lessons of farm and town.
From the old book was our spelling match,
In choosing for which scheme might hatch;
To get for one side the very best speer
So that the other had to take the next best Teller
Twas on Friday eve when match like this
Came near causing our Lucy Brown to miss,
Lucy was our best speller you know
And always stood longest at the end of the row.
But scheme was up for Jack Davis to win,
Causing here and there sheepsh grin,
Teacher was called to 90 outside,
Jane Smith took the speler with an air of pride
Jack Davis was In with Jane thought,
For few odd words on slip was brought
And slipped into the pages of James old book
While Jack tried his best at an unconcerned look.
"Tizie" Jane gave out with a knowing mien,
That this was a sumner was plainly seen.
Next" went on, to Lucy and Jack
And Lucy was first to take whack
Ti-ti-tiz-said Lucy sore distressed.
But Jack stood there as one possessed
Of superior knowledge of this one word
The like of which few had heard
Things were getting tense indeed
When in stepped teacher with sober speed
Where are you now?" he said to all,
Jane gave him the book Jack grew small
These words are from some other book"
AS at the slip glance he took,
These words have not as yet been learned,
Nor can best speller" from them be earned"
So the plan of Jack in the bud was npped
AS into his place the teacher slipped.
And spelling from the blue back started on,
In very short time Lucy had won.
Then came the time for school to be out"
At the word from the TEACHER, we gave shout
And as out boy shot, as from rocket
The old blue speller stuck out of his pocket
All, the old blue speller now obsolete!
With modern edition it couldn't compete,
But in the olden time it had its day.
And helped many boy on his way
So let's cherish the book with its back of blue,
For it's proven helper tried and true
To toilers from lower to higher place,
So. filled its mission to the human race
Monroe City Democrat. (Monroe City, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1915-03-11
Mannara.

Manners are not idle, but the fruit
of loyal nature and of noble mind
Tennyson.
Monroe City Democrat. (Monroe City, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1915-03-11

Born to Noel Barr and wife at
Granville, last Thursday, a SON
Paris Mercury.
Monroe City Democrat. (Monroe City, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1915-03-11
Daily Thouaht.

The best sort of revenge is not to
be like him who did the injury. Mar.
Gus Aurelius.
Monroe City Democrat. (Monroe City, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1915-03-11
FOR THE HoUsEKEEPER.

An attractive way of serving cram
berry jelly, or, in fact, any kind of
Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1915-02-09

was going to be so good to you,'' Marie
patheticaily observed. land you ran
away from him because he was. You
should go back. My sisters husband
beats her.
June shook her head. Get me q
newspaper. Marie she requested.
June had new problem to confront
now. She must earn living. and &c
was subject which she had never
considered except in the vague haze Of
romance When Marie returned with
the payer she studied the want ads
with curious interest.
Meanwhile Blye and Grin Cunning
had first directed June.
Send Tommy down. directed Blye.
pacing the floor thoosatfully.
Scatti storing man things in his
mind. turned his swarthy face toward
the window and presently saw Tommy
come into the room. the vivacious bru-
nette girl whom June had seen. Scatti
saw Cunningham rise and the three
conversing earnestly. Blye showed
Tommy the picture In the lid of the
little gold watch. Tommy was not
highly pleased from the very begin
ming. The nen grew stern. and then
Scatti saw them reduce her to submis-
siveness She walked away and pres
emily came lack wearing an evening
wrap of creamy colors. The three hur-
ried out and got into the car They
drove down into the dingy east side
street where June lay in the sleep of
blessed rest. Blye had Tommy take
careful note of the house.
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June Hurried Down the Stairs.
told you when we came here that I had
to leave at g."
"Of course we know where you are
going" Tommy challenged him.
June was sitting in her lonely little
bedroom waiting for Marie. whom she
had sent out to a drug store for toilet
articles. Mrs. Boales suddenly knocked
"a gentleman to see Miss Justin"
she announced. "a gentleman with a
black beard and diamond ring and
a gold filing In one tooth. he says it's
Mr. Blye. | lit the parlor lamp for
him"
June wondered what she should do.
Ned Warner. riding aimlessly and
disconsoIately on a street car and look
ing out earnestly at every passerbs.
suddenly caught sight of one pedes-
triaa who made his heart jump. Ma
RE. She was jogging induStrionsly
along with bundle under her arm and
n very clear idea of direction apparent
in her very speed. Ned ran after ner.
AT the Boales door Marie heard the
sound Of running footsteps. turned
with normal curiosity saw Ned. lei
herself in ut the door and cgUsed it
with slam. snapped on The night lock
and dew upstairs.
Hes coming, Miss June" she cried
mir. Ned"
Ned. JuEes heart leaped within her.
and for !, moment she was flooded with
mad impulse To run down and be
folded in his arms and forgiven. No.
She Must be strong for Der own sake
and for his for the sake OF their niu-
mate manual self respect and the fun
ness of the love which can he founded
on that sione-
Meet me at that little hotel 10 which
we were first going" she directed Ma
RE hastily. and. snatching her hat and
coat. she hurried down the stairs ana
out Of the back door.
June had forgotten Gilbert Biye ao-
solutely. but be had not forgotten Der.
he had been requested TO wait and
Mrs. BcaIes. having correctly guessed
that June wanted the Invaluable Ma
RE present at the interview. bad been
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At Blye's club the limousine stopped,
while the black Vandyked man alight-
ed June smiled as she babe him good
night. but she was very thoughtful
nevertheless and troubled. Blye stood
ON the steps of the club and gaZed
after the receding car with smile of
satisfaction.
The limousine sped on to the address
which Blye had given the driver. June
studied the house earnestly. 1t was
smart looking building. The windows
were brilliantly lighted. and in the par
Tor were three young ladies in rather
striking evening dress. June gave the
driver the address of modest hotel.
Halfway to their destination June
changed her mind. The modest hotel.
she remembered. had blazing lobby,
and there was no way to pass i'll or out
without being stared at She gave the
driver another address. Marie saw
June's panic in her face She found
the little hands Of June cold with
nervous collapse.
"Eastg' she snapped to the driver.
Il don't know the number. III tell
you when we get there
4 few minutes later they stopped in
front of dingy looking building with
no light in the vestibule. Marie jump
ed out and rang the doorbell. A wom-
an came to the door. They exchanged
few brief words, and Marie IAN down
to the limousine.
aH 10Th Tnr1fo Mrs Rn0lnG
has a nice hack room for you and a
cot for me-"
June stepped from the car with
sigh of relief. A home of any sort was
welcome now. 1t had been long and
exciting day.
Il know the room, Miss June" said
Marie, sweeping past with her arms
full of fluffies.
Blye was in front of his club with a
gray mustached, jovial looking, pink
faced man when the car returned.
Where did you take her. Scatti?'
Blye asked.
"She wouldn't stop at Mother Rus
sePs." began Scatti confidentially.
She
I'VE know that" INTERRUPTED the
gray mustached man, Grin Cunning
ham.
There was no number on the house,
boss, but can find it"
Drive US there" directed Blye.
Down on the dingy east side street he
tried earnestly to pin down Scatti's
dizzied memory. Up and down Blye
moved. seeking in every window for
some sign of the runaway bride. Sud
denly his eye caught the CLINT of some
thing in a vestibule. He ran up the
steps The 'gittering object was a
buckle on a dainty little slipper, one
which June's collie had carried down
to the taxi for her when she had stolen
her clothes and Marie from her ia
TIERS house. He jotted the number
of the house in a memorandum book.
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kind enough to inform Blye to tSst eff
feet. Blye saw June in flight and fol
lowed her
Mrs. Boales answered a violent
knocking at the door to find herself
confronted by the wild eyed Ned War-
ner.
Where is my wifeg' he demanded.
Whats her Manner
Warner. Mrs. Ned Warner
NO There's Mrs Wompel here.
but she says her husbands dead. and
Mrs. Smith. Her husband gets home
every Saturday night. And-say.
what's her first name:'
June She's here. saw her maid
just come in. Marie. Where are
they?"
That's her. Mrs Boales was
pleasei. Some calls her Moore and
some Warner and some Justin, but her
names always June. There's black
whiskered man here to see her now.
Names Blye He's in the parIor."
And she craned in at the parlor door
with scarcely a shift of her position.
mo. be amt. Has he dared to go up
to her room in my house,"
Ned burst past her and sprang up
the stairs
First door to the rightr yelled Mrs.
Bcales.
Nothing happened. Ned burst in at
the first door to the right. The room
was empty.
Then up climbed Mayrne Bates. the
maid.
If it's Miss Justin you're hunting"
said Mayme, Il saw her and black
whiskered gentleman go out of the
back door not more than three minutes
ago.
Ned Warner plunged down the stairs
faster than he had gone up and SIAM
med out of the back door. to 6nd him.
self confronted by the endless uni
verse: TO the right or TO the left?
And when he reached the alley mouth.
which way then: Right or left?
In the meantime the driven June.
hurrying aimlessly, looked back at ey-
cry turning TO see if the man she loved
We're following her.
At each turning dark figure. quick.
er than she. sprang into hiding behind
tree trunk or gatepost or doorway or
corner. selecting each hiding place be-
fore he left the last. And the figure
was Gilbert Blye, black Yandyked,
staggering of gait and smiling.
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THIRD EPISODE.
June Finds Work.
CHAPTER |

G7OWN the dark boulevard from
I'M Brynport weaved and bumped
IEU and ratified a lone taxicab.
- with a high powered limousine
steadily gaining on it. A black Van
dyked man In the limousine began to
toss something out of the window as
he passed the taxi at breakneck speed.
He smiled as he heard loud report
like the explosion of a revolver. then
another. He knocked On the drivers
window, and as the car came TO a
stop he looked behind. The taxi had
drawn up. He hastily replaced under
the seat the hamper in which be had
broken to bits all its porcelain and
glassware. A tall, gaunt girl, distinct
1y maid, was out, impatiently survey
ing the fat tires of the taxi, when the
limousine, its bright dome light sud
denly flashing up. backed alongside.
The black Vandyked man stepped
down.
Perhaps / can offer your passengers
the use of my machine" he suggested.
That relieved young woman opened
the door OF the taxi and poked her
head inside.
There amt anything else we can do.
Miss Junie," she whispered.
Il suppose not" came a sweet voice
from the taxi. and the face of beau
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chine.Y 70
tiful young girl appeared in the win
dow. She started as she saw the black
vandyked man, Gilbert Blye! He stood
hat doffed, politely waiting their ac-
ceptance.
You'd better go, miss" husked the
taxi driver This old trp1l be here
tomorrow morning"
June Warner slowly stepped down
THANK you" she managed to muir
muir.
II beg of you not TO mention it. The
favor is to me-" Blye CALAMITY return
ed, while the maid began to transfer
from the taxi to the other car arm load
after arm load of unpacked clothing
Around the curve behind them there
dashed another limousine and a runa-
bout In time for the occupants to see
Gilbert Blye assisting June into the
luxurious limousine. They also SAW the
eight cylinder machine leap forward.
Blye, unconscious that they Were be
ing pursued. as was the girl, thought
that he heard u shout as they gathered
speed, and he looked back in time to
see first the runabout and then the
limousine swerve and slow down and
to hear two loud bangs. He grinned.
His driver grinned. The taxi driver
grinned. Then they whizzed away.
"Why, you are the little runaway
bride, the girl in the watch. said
Blye. leaning forward.
EYES," And June blushed.
She felt the black eyes of Gilbert
Blye fixed upon her. Could it be pos
sible that he had followed her? Oh,
no! Still, he had her address in her
watch and her portrait.
you were kind enough on the train,
Mr.. Blye, to offer to let me buy my
watch, and I'll take it now, if you
please"
I'm very sorry haven't it with me.
But shall see you another time. ! am
sure" He came back from the for
ward seat and sat with her.
Back near the abandoned taxi there
was a frantic group. Ned Warner, his
face as set as if it had been chiseled
1EOU SAOOd III TIC NNhNNi Va NhN
road with his fists clinched until his
nails dug into his palms. There could
be no doubt now that Gilbert Blye's
pursuit of Neds wife. June, was de-
liberate and purposeful.
Jupe's father strobe slowly up and
down. his lips compressed and his
brows black. He passed Ned half n
dozen times, but they did not exchange
a word.
Bobbie Blethering and the driver OF
the Moore limousine had sprung out TO
repair their respective tires. but Iris
Blethering. who had INDUCED in few
violent sobs as a preliminary TO far
Their action. suddenly discovered the
economic waste. Here. Bobbie,' she
called. get back and help Jerry and
let our car so. There's room for all
OF us in the limousine"
Up came Mrs. Blye,s auto.
You're to jump in with Mrs. Bye,
Ned, and so straight onr' Iris shouted.
Get right in. Don't waste minute!
And she fairly showed the grim young
husband Of June Warner into the seat
by the side OF the determined wife or
the man with the black Vandyke. The
electric rolled away at its utmost speed.
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SO suddenly become pig. ana sent DacK
to round. black old Aunt Debby the
delicacies she had prepared with such
deep affection June's collie. Bouncer,
out in the shed nibbled perfunctorily
at chicken bone and rose whining
at every sound. Bobbie and Iris BIeth-
ering. the latter Junes bosomest bosom
friend. disgraced the hollow butler by
emitting their salad and dessert and
having their coffee right at the table
Honoria Blye sat opposite the parrot
and every time it squeaked shrilled at
it to shut up. The abnormally ugly
maid nearly lad her head bumped for
Offering to remove the bird. and when
during the offer she laid her hand on
the cage the demon bit her finger I'M
til the blood came.
Bin Wolf. the --LATEST and widest of
Honoria's detectives, later rang the
Blye bell and bulked back to the din
ing room in excitement.
Got him. announced Bill.
Gilbert Blye's wife was already on
her feet.
My hat and coat she shrieked to
the abnormally ugly maid.
rs she with him 2" demanded Homo
ria.
Il don't know. My partners are
watching the front and back doors.
Come!
Honoria bundled the fat, wide de-
tective into her electric and started
the machine.
"Where?" she majestically demanded.
Riverside drive. I'll show you the
placer
is be still in. Blinky?" demanded
Bill Wolf. tumbling out of the ma
chine and landing right end up.
Blinky Peters was too good de-
tective to answer in words. He gave
an upward toss of his round head and
wink of his fishlike eye and walked
into the building with an air of not
having seen Bill Wolf at all
Fifth ordered Blinky, leaning over
to whisper that magic word mysteri-
ously into the ear OF the curly haired
elevator boy. The boy did not mind.
He was used to all sorts. He sent up
the elevator with jerk. Out at the
fifth floor. First door to the right.
Now. A ring at the doorbell. HushI
The door swung open, and immedi-
ately Bill Wolf pushed in. The 9TH
ers crowded after him.
There he is. ma'am!' shouted Bill.
plunging ;nto the next room, and
Honoria Blye saw in June Warmers
drawing room the tall. lean, lanky de
tectiye with the sparse black beard.
who was the caricature OF her hand
some husband. Ned Warner followed
in from the reception room.
What am l to understand by this.
Mrs. Blye?" he inquired.
you ought to know. you" gruffiy
charged "Sneaky" Tavis. who had fol-
lowed the others. and. whirling. he
pointed at the caricature. That's her
husband"
"Shut upr' squawked Mrs. Blye and
went home.
Gilbert Blye at that time was quite
IdA llOlh the SIChS VI A1OhOll" zap
ture or even of Ned's wanderings. He
was dining with Tommy Thomas. and
a rather elderly woman, and a doll
like girl with swiftly advancing crows
feet at the corners of her eyes, and
Grin Cunningham. and heavy lidded.
short haired, big man named Edwards,
whom they called T. ]. With the ar
rival of the coffee Blye told the time
from a tiny gold watch. the only one
he carried now.
1.-THE runaway BRIDE" laughed Cum
ningham.
I'm in hurry" Blye explained. 81
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Concourse into the narrow lane
of the interminable Mott street
~ construction work the Moore
limousine overlook Honoria Blye's cleo
tric Mrs. Blye let Ned alight. She
drove home. Her husband had long
since preceded her. From a secret
drawer of his desk he took some pa
pers and stuffed them in his pocket;
then he called the abnOrmally ugly
Blye maid to help him with a trunk.
They were in the ball with the lug
gage when Honoria let herself in. She
seized the situation at glance and
without a word laid hold of the trunk.
But Blye, aided by Scatti, dashed
away
Ned Warner meantime had driven
straight to the apartments which he
and June had fitted up. He leaped
rapidly through the telephone direc-
tory. called u number and delivered his
message. At the other end of the wire
Il red faced man listened and nodded.
then called in from an adjoining room
three Laen. who by some strange com
cidence were lean and long and lanky.
One was smooth faced and cadaver-
Gus of cheek, and one wore sparse.
haphazard black beard trimmed to a
point.
There was a knock at the door.
Three detectives had come from pri-
vate agency. Ned had given them a
miniature of June.
Meanwhile Mrs. Blye in the presence
of the parrot was also giving instrue-
tons to detectives. She gave them a
photograph of Gilbert Blye and warn
ed them that there was to be no pub
licity.
June, busy with her own thoughts,
presently found the dark eyes of Marie
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PRESBYTERIAN

Rev. James Nj. Duer, Pastor
Preaching at 1920 a. and 80 d. m. Sum
day.
Sunday School at IL m.
YPSC meeting at 6:30 d. m.
intermediate Y P S Z meeting at $50 p. m.
Junior Y p G f meeting at 3: 100 d. m.
Sunday school at west side chapel every Sum
day at 3 100 O'clock
Sunday school at the Hull Memorial Chapel
every Sunday afternoon at O'Clock.
Prayer meeting on Thursday evening at 80.
cordial invitation is extended to all serv-
ices and privileges.
The Woman'S Missionary Society will hold
its February meeting Wednesday afternoon at
the home of Mrs. James DeVoe. Mrs. G. w.
Chubbuck will give paper on Asia Awake
and Arising" Miss Alta Colby will tell OF the
reformation in Asia. Miss Prudential Wood
ward will have charge of the music. Mrs,
Bray ton Smith, Mrs. c. f. Gill and Mrs. Henry
Seim will have charge or the social hour.
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Tommy Was Not Highly Pleased.
fixed Stes her in the glass. she
missed 4 &c red gums, which were
always showing, but there was no
smile in the French Canadian girl just
now.
why did you leave him?' asked the
maid.
Money, Marie. Ned gave me some
money"
I'VE were all so glad that Mr.. Ned
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Rev. Richard Evans, Pastor, 306 Franklin st.
Services at10:45 a. m. Sunday.
Sunday School 80 a. m.
Services at 80 Sunday evening.
Sunday School in the West Side Chapel,
Fifth Ave. south. at 100 d. m.
Service in the West Side Chapel at 1880 d. M.
Epworth League. Sunday at =: 80 d. m.
The Ladies' Aid Society meets Wednesday
afternoon in the church parlors. Entertain
ers, Mesdames Rowley Kumlin, Christie and
Crawford. Devotional. Mrs. Turner.
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Preaching l0:l5 a. m. and 30 D. m. Sunday
Sunday School at 900 a. m.
Epworth League. Sunday at 200 D. m. and
Friday 80 .. M
Junior League on Saturday at LIS a. IN.
Prayer meeting in church at 1880 p. m
Wednesdays.
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CONTINUED NEXT week.

This story is being Illustrated by
moving pictures at the Grand Opera
House every week.
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uNIVERsALIsT.

William III. Gould. Pastor
Morning service, 1880 a. m.
Sunday School at ~.
Young Peoples Union, 6:45 q. m.
Blowing Study Glass Thursday evening at
Z 80 q. m.
The Mission Circle meets Wednesday after
noon with Mrs. Sedate Pier.
Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1915-02-09

Given Away Free, 900 balloons to
boys and girls, when accompanied by
parents or adult. adv
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ST. JOHNS CHURCH.
AEploIOpoi.J
Mcclellan and Fourth sire

NCSicildu anu nOuIb III SbicctS
Rev. John Lord, Rector.
Morning Prayer and Sermon, 1880.
Evensong gnd Sermon. 7.30.
Sunday School, IL M.
st. Martha's Guild will meet Wednesday
afternoon with Mrs. NJ b. Rosenberg
Choir Guild-Mrs. r. Z. Parcher.
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by a thick thumbed waiter. who ear
ried each course out into the hall and
ate il himself. since Ned had scarcely
touched it June. her thoughts al on
Ned and her father and mother. had
her lonely meal In the little back bed
room with Marie 10 serve and 20 grieve
lver each UNLISTED dish John Moore
and his wife. their faces gray. sat on
opposite sides OF the table. which had