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Belington progressive. [volume] (Belington, W. Va.) 1912-1927, 1915-09-02
HANS DREAM.

Hans and Martha were an old cou-
pie who lived in little house on the
bank of river Hans was miller
He was very cross man and found
fault with poor Martha, blaming her
for all that happened to displease him
His breakfast was too hot or too cold,
and his dinner was too late or too
early. If many people came to the
mill with corn to be ground he fused
because he had to work so hard to
support her. When they did not come
he grumbled because he had two to
feed and so little work.
Poor Martha was very patient and
bore it without complaining, but she
sometimes wished he would be little
kinder to her, for she worked as hard
as he did, sometimes helping him in
the mill
One day 1t was cold and Hans came
in and sat by the fire.
Where is mySpipe?" he asked.
Martha told him she did not know
IF you would let it alone" he said,
Il should know where to find it,"
He found fault with the dinner; It
was not what he wanted.
1T is all we have in the house" said
Martha
THAT is just it," replied Hans. IF
| did not have you to support l could
have better things to eat"
But who would cook it?" asked
Martha
Hans told her he could cook well
enough, and better than she did, for
the pudding they had for dinner was
burnt
Just then he put his hand In his
pocket, and there was his pipe Mar
tina saw him smoking, but said moth
ing, and kept on with her work
All at once Hans saw an old woman
standing beside him. She had on
long black cape and leaned on a cane.
On her head she had a queer hat with
a peak at the top.
So Martha is a nuisance to you"
she said. well, what can | do to
help you? You can have your own
way if you will tell me what you
want"
Hans removed his pipe from his
mouth and looked at her How did
you get in here?' he asked, for he was
sure she did not come In through the
door.
Il came down the chimney" she an
swered
We'll, you better go back" said
Hans, for he did not like to have peo-
pie take him by surprise.
NO. said the old lady, mot until
l have satisfied your wants Do you
wish to live here alone and not be
bothered by Martha?"
Il should have more If didn't have
her to support" said Hans, feeling
that he must defend himself In some
way.
Very well" said the old lady, you
can be alone. l will take Martha with
me, and here is chicken for your
dinner" And she took a nice fat
chicken out of bag she had under
her cape and put it on the table and
then disappeared.
Hans thought she had gone upstairs
to Martha, and he laughed to himself,
for he was sure Martha would not go
with her. After a while he became
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anxious and called, but Martha did not
answer. He went upstairs, but he
could not find her Then he remem-
bered what the old lady said, that she
came down the chimney. He was sure
If she tried to take Martha up the
chimney that Martha must be there
now, for Martha was very stout; so he
looked, but could not see anyone.
Let her CO. he said at last Il
will have all the chicken for myself,
and | will make pudding that can
eat"
He looked at the IRE, but it had died
out; he tried to build it, and then put
on kettle of water for the chicken,
but he did not know whether it should
be boiled or baked, and he did not
know how to do either He next went
to the closet and brought out some
-four, which he mixed with water,
and without greasing the pan, put the
mixture in it and put it in the oven.
Then he saw that the fire was out
and the chicken was just as it was
when he put it in the kettle. He was
cold and hungry, and it was getting
Belington progressive. [volume] (Belington, W. Va.) 1912-1927, 1915-09-02
SUPERIORITY OF WIDE TIRES
II Has Been Found by Actual Test
That Broad-Tired Wagon Pulls SO
Per Cent Easier.

Wide tires build up roads and save
horse labor, according to the depart
ment Of agricultural engineering at the
University of Nebraska. They have
the same effect upon country road
as roller on a plowed field. On the
other hand, the narrow tire cuts up
road like disk
1t has been found by actual test in
this department that the wide-tired
wagon pulls easier in nearly all cases
than the narrow-tired wagon. In deep
mud on country road the wide-tired
wagon pulls 81 per cent easier.
On country road with a thin sur
face of mud or deep dust, however,
the narrow tires pull. 40 per cent cas-
ier In corn field the wide tires pull
30.5 per cent easier, in dry alfalfa
field 17.7 per cent easier and on dry
country road 1912 per cent easier.
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Favorites.
cutting. II care is taken not 20 allow
it to develop seed, it will blossom
during the entire season.
Plant at least three inches deep and
as early as possible. Be sure and
give a support of brush or OF wire
netting. The brush is preferable.
Among the old stand5ys is the
petunia, which begins to bloom in
June and keeps on bloonSs1 Until
frost. The flowers are snowy and
easily grown.
Phlox drummona. ard the verbena
are both profuss boomers with a
wide range o. color and no garden
should be without them.
Nasturtium, calliopsis, the poppy
and marigold are old tried and true
favorites and should not be over
looked.
The most fragrant of flowers, the
mignonette, the pansy, the ten week
stock, the aster and the snapdragon
should ali find a place in the garden.
however small it may be. A corner Of
bachelors button, the ragged robin,
requires little care and makes glori-
GUS splotch of color
These are all old favcrites, all are
good, easily grown. and all are kinds
that the beginner in gardening will
soon get on friendly terms with.
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which the people may live their nor
NAL social life, better state for the
school child, better state in which
to spend working life and live out
a contented old age. The good roads
movement in Missouri has passed the
boom stage and become settled pol
icy. finding its strongest reason for
, being in the silent argument of good
roads already built. Its goal is state
in which every market shall. be ac-
cessible to the farmers wagon the
year around and public sentiment in
favor of good roads so strong that no
other condition will be tolerated
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Amusement Device.

form Of diminutive carp or sucker,
and adapted to be worn as an append
age of watch chain or as badge or
carried in the pocket. A ribbon is
wound on roller or drum journaled
In the hollow body of the device, and,
in practice, it bears photographs or
other pictures of persons, landscapes
or other things, or is provided with
printed matter of any desired charac-
ter
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MULCH YOUR PLANTS

II the season is warm, and the soil
seems likely to dry out rapidly, water
your plants well, and mulch about
hem with road dust This will pre-
vent the rapid evaporation of mois-
ture from about the roots OF the
plants. Larger plants can be mulched
With grass clippings from the lawn.
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FLOWER LIST FOR AMATEUR
BY |. r. o,BRIEN.

Among the most desirable plants
for the amateur 1 would place the
sweet pea first.
This flower has great value both
for garden decoration and also for
Belington progressive. [volume] (Belington, W. Va.) 1912-1927, 1915-09-02
DEVICE FOR A WATCH CHAIN
Diminutive Carp or Sucker Arranged
by Recent invention to Be Worn
as Charm or In Pocket

The Scientific American in describ-
ing a toy or amusement device in
vented by B. o. Wakefield of Rogers,
Ark, says:
This invention is toy or amuse-
ment device. having preferably the
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A Good Roads Advocate.

Aren't you in favor Of good roads ?'
'Of course / am answered the toll
gate keeper.
But this road Of yours is miser-
able"
Maybe. But I'm in favor of good
roads. If the road hadnt been pretty
good this far you mightn't have got
here to pay your TOLL
Belington progressive. [volume] (Belington, W. Va.) 1912-1927, 1915-09-02

When the lilacs have finished bloom.
ing. all the seed clusters should be
cut away.
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Road prao an Aid.

The great farm builders are live
stock, alfalfa and silage, aided by the
manure spreader and tn. road drag.
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ing into larger pots as the plants de-
selOp.
The seedlings are rarely troubled
with rust, which is the bane OF the
1orist's plants, grown from cuttings.
rhe seeds mostly terminate In from
i've to seven days.
The Marietta journal and courier. (Marietta, Ga.) 1909-1918, 1915-04-30

luslonment. June Warner turned snbo
the dim hallway Of Mrs. Waters ledg-
Ing house, and YEARLY she climbed the
stairs. Halfway ap she stopped %
stitle a cough whirb had been growing
upon her sln.e she had entered upon
thia struggle for IN elusive independ-.
eDce- She turned into her bare little
room and sank into the ,lAair. With
numbed indifference she noted that tbA
washstand had been moved from is-
pN IN front OF the door at the head
Of the he'd. hut she was TOO much pre-
occupied tn wonder nj " She stopped
to rest for q moment. her hand upUss
her chest: then mechanically she pick
ed up O pair OF pants from the table
and started to sew.
The light seemed to grow dim. She
was faint and dizzy She took her sew
ing to the bed with her and lay down
for moment.
The hall door slowly opened, and q
young woman. her eyes sparkling, her
cheeks ruddy with tie flush OF health,
walked In, clad In gorgeous raiment-
II was the vivaciouS brunette. Tommy
Thomas.
"You poor dearr' cried Tommy In a
sympathetic voice and Sat down on the
edge Of the narrow bed How sorry
! am to see you here"
There was no place else to CO."
June said
"Oh, yes, there was.r' said Tommy
Thomas, laughing gayly There is no
need for you to be lying here in pow
erty when you could he living In lax
ury." Shopping down. she whispered
something In June's ear.
Startled. the pale girl half rose. but
Tommy Thomas had fed from the
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"You poor dearl" cried Tommy Thomas.
room. She returned In q moment, and
with her was the white mustached
Grin Cunningham.
June Warner rose TO her elbow.
Cor she said and pointed to the
door,
You don't mean IT," laughed Cum
ningham.
With a supreme effort June Warner
rose to her feet and looked him
straight in the eyes.
Bill Wolf came out OF the saloon
across the street wiping his lips. There
was placid expression on his round
face, and he had short thick stub of
a cigar in the corner Of his mouth
A handsome collie dashed up to the
well known and justly famous private
detective. barked and dashed away,
barked and dashed away again.
"All right sport" said the comfort
able Bill Wolf and followed the dog
across the street
Leaping and jumping and stopping at
every few steps 10 look back. Bouncer
led the way into the abandoned bank
and, springing against the heavy iron
door, yeiped his loudest at every leap.
'All right. sport" said Bill Wolf jo-
vially and lifted from It's place the
heavy bar.
Instantly there dashed out Ned War.
ner, his jaws set and his fists clinched,
and after him came June's father and
mother and BObbie and Iris BIethering.
Ned rushed across the room and sprang
for the stairs as Bill Wolf grappled
savagely with the Italian chauffeur.
Around the corner came the high cheek
boned maid. Marie. and Officer D0wd,
closely pursued by fat old black Aunt
Debby. while down the street rolled an
HOnOria Blye at the lever
In the narrow bedroom upstairs June
Warner stood. pale and erect, looking
straight into the eyes Of Grin Cunning
ham. For moment he resisted her
clenr. steady gaze. and then he dropped
his eyes. abashed. suddenly be laugh.
ed. and. pulling from his pocket daz-
cling string OF pearls. be- took a step
nearer and haunted them before June's
eyes
"Orin Cunningham A stern. cold
voice.
The door behind June had clicked.
She turned Gilbert Biye.
Cor he ordered
without weird Orin Cunningham.
erinNnR. left the room with the aneeg-
ing Tommy Thomas
0ilbslf Blye's black eyes sofiened as
be turned, aud they giowAd down %
June
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snd Bobbie and Iris Blsthering. and
standing In the corner. with his back to
the wall, wae the wide featured Scattt-
Ned Warner confrcnted Scath
You're the man; want to see your
he declared. his voice trembling with
suppressed fury. "Now. want some
Information. and I'm going to have itr'
Scatti leaned comfortably into the
corner.
Wil you speak. or won't your"
Hold on. Eedy' Robbie Bletherins
had caught that muscular arm as Il
was tensely drawn back "I.et me try
this fellow" And little Bobbie took
the lead with easy assurance. Nov
see here. old man." he said. you like
money, don't your
CLEAN in the little narrow eyes.
Now. suppose we start bidding
went on Bobby. pleased with his prog.
The Marietta journal and courier. (Marietta, Ga.) 1909-1918, 1915-04-30

won't consolidate" And the mans
tone was regretfuL You're very
fine business woman, Mrs. Sawyer, and
| don't mind admitting that you've
made real competition in our ter
ritory. How does this idea suit your
He produced another document and
spread it before her.
IL hereby agree to sell, assign and
transfer the business conducted under
the name Of Elizabeth Sawyer to Ed
ward Jones for the sum of -"
Again she laughed aDd shook her
head.
You see ] left the amount blank"
he insinuated.
That's the only amount I'd accept
1T present." decided the woman. She
passed her hand for moment over
her eyes. 'YOu see, Mr.. Jones, I've
given so much to make my business a
success"
To make her business q success! June
Warner glowed with the mere hearing
OF the words. She felt more encouraged
In tLis 'oouI than she had anywhere
since une had taken ber own impulsive
step toward Independence.
A tail, good looking man came into
the room the man OF the picture on
the desk. Mrs. sawyers hand bad
been pressed over Der eyes. AZ the en-
trance ~ her husband she sprang up
With on exclamation OF pleasure. her
face CLOWN aud turned 90 him.
The pour little runway bride
glanced hastily out Of the window. and
The tears spFang into her eyea. How
she l0nged Tor Ned Dear Ned
Dear Ned was 10 small dim Foom,
lighted by one high wlndow, across
which wsrs JDns's father and mothss
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thin. still necked Young voma,
came out and went directly n tha haan.
t'ruI girl with the plain black dress
Whi you come in1" she invited with
an unexpected agreeableness. and She
leu the way into the very center OF This
web OF industry.
Inc family car stopped al the curh
with q slam, and the collie. Boun,,ar
was on the ground. From the can
spsang she young husband OF June
warner, his jaws set and his fists
chnched There followed the stern
rather and the gentle mother Of .l,ne
ner bosom friend. Iris Bletheriur and
Iris husband. Bobbie.
They're in therer' called a dusty
voice. 1t was the well known and lust.
~ famous private detective, Bill Wolf
stlii attached to the luxurious limon.
sine by his strong cravat, but no one
beard him. The party had rushed into
the dim hallway.
June warmers eyes frightened as she
entered the private Office Of Elizabeth
sawyer. That pleasant featured wo-
man sat at desk piled high with lit.
ter or papers AS she passed the desk
June saw. standing aueld the papers
the portrait of Elizabeth SAWYER a tall
good looking map and three handsome
children
as Ned Warner rushed impetuously
IN from the street figure sprang from
the dim hallway. That figure was
Scattl. and, closely pursued by the par.
~ from the family car, he tore across
the big vacant room which occunied
the ground floor and darted through q
heavy iron door, and the pursuers piled
IN AFTER him. 1t was then that the
DARK. handsome man with the black
Pandyke slipped from his concealment
beneath the stairway, sped lightly
across the abandoned banking room and
changed the iron door, slipping the
heavy crossbar into its place. His black
eyes glowed as he heard the yell of dis.
may from behind those stanch doors
and he smiled.
Bill Wolf at last got his fingers un.
numbed enough to open his pocket,
knife, and with this he sawed OF his
craVat just below the knot He gal
loped straight across the street with a
strange, sidelong motion and, entering
saloon. slapped quarter on the bar.
-Four beersP' he husked with bis
dusty tongue. 1t was not until he had
swallowed the third one that he took
his nickel of change and telephoned to
Honoria Blye.
A keen eyed man with bushy eye
brows came in to see Elizabeth Sawyer
as June Warner sat patiently at the
window. He put his hat on the corner
Of her desk and unbuttoned his smooth.
neatly fitting overcoat
"Well, Mrs. Sawyer, how about itY'
he inquired. putting his hands on his
knees.
Mrs. Sawyer had been busy sorting
papers.
Il couldn't think of consolidating, a"
she said crisply. with a shake of her
head.
Sorry" The man had laid folded
document before her. "An right, you
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He jumped TO elude her. and the water
spilled over pile of mortgage blanks.
you little demonl" screamed the
nurse and made clutch for him. Al.
most he escaped. but she caught him
by the collar and shook him.
"D-n 1t. 20 10 blaEesr' yelled the
boy In q perfect fury Of temper.
There was a dead silence, Ia which
AIRS. Sawyer felt the blood slowly leav.
ing her face. Her busbRnd was shock
ed into numbness. The quiet little
figure 10 the corner near the window
scarcely breGthed
Elizabeth Sawyer suddenly buried
beF face upon her arms aud sObbed
but she raised her head 10 90 instant
With q pale. set face she walked oveg
and toOk the haby ~ Der aFIna
The Marietta journal and courier. (Marietta, Ga.) 1909-1918, 1915-04-30

- iCAIAI III the deserted bank
~ vault stood with his eyes lower.
|, vi ed for moment. while the
pursuefs of the little runaway
bride crowded about him. Presently
he lifted his eyes to the ceiling. but they
did not look into Mrs. Moore's on their
way up, and be began to edge slowly
along the wall again There was n
growl OF anger from Ned Warner.
"I'll beat it out of him.! declared Ned
and started for the extremely silent
chauffeur, who jumped into the corner
and lowered his head and covered his
face with his arms. He was afraid
Of fists. though not of knives or revolv-
ers
Bobbie Blethering jumped In front of
Ned, but was thrust aside. June's
gentle faced mother could not be dis
posed of so easily.
Ned" she said, and her light touch
upon his arm us she looked pleadingly
up into his eyes was stronger than any
muscular force could have been.
Shivering with the revulslOn of bis
passion. Ned put his nrm around Mrs.
Moore and walked away with her to
the other end Of the tiny room. while
Iris Blethering threw her arms around
Boobies neck aud enjoyed few good
sobs. Scatti. left alone In the corner,
Strengthened up slowly and. raising his
shoulders. cooked his head and then
gazed at the cObwebs. Presently be
puckered one corDer Of his mouth line.
and there stole upon the pentup mir,
soft and low and sweet the melting
strains Of "SaBta Lucia"
Down cross street buried the maid.
Marie. her high cheek bones burning
with excitement and Der eyes red On
her way she had collected Officer Dowd.
and be was great comfort 20 her She
was person who was particularly
pleasing 20 policemen A large and eL
tremely stack cOlored woman with a
market LGaket caught sight Of Marie
from afnr on and same b0bblng as
fast NJ she could wAddls
la swift uxi came ylyacious
brunette
All these were centered around the
destinies " the beautiful llttle run.
away bride
Tired aud still dassd from her dinil-
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SYNOPSIS.

June, the bride of Ned Warner impul-
sively leaves her husband on their honey
moon because she begins to realize that
she must be entirely dependent on him for
money. She desires to be independent.
June is pursued by Gilbert Blye, q
wealthy married man. She escapes from
his clutches with difficulty. Ned searches
distractedly for June. and. learning of
R,ye's designs, vows vengeance on him.
After many adventures June is rescued
from river pirates by Durham, an artist.
who uses her as a model for ''The Spirit
of the Marsh" Mrs Durbar becomes
Jealous and drives June out. She is kid
naped by Blye and Cunningham.
June is taken by Blye to the boarding
house of Mrs. Russell. She escapes, gets
a lob sewing and engages a cheap room
In a tenement.
The Marietta journal and courier. (Marietta, Ga.) 1909-1918, 1915-04-30
CHAPTER II.

V IN the bare little room upstairs
stood the well groomed Grin
Cunningham, twirling his white
- mustache and counting some
money into the hand of dumpy Mrs.
Waters. Gilbert Blye stood by, his
black eyes glowing. He stroked his
black Vandyke with his long, lean
white fingers, and he smiled a snave
smile as Mrs. Waters, tying the money
in corner of her apron, pointed to
the bundle of pants in the corner; then
she moved the narrow washstand from
in front of door and inserted q key
in the lock. She threw open the door,
closed it again and gave the key to
Gilbert Blye.
Gilbert Blye slipped the key in his
pocket and drew forth tiny gold
watch Mrs Waters, standing beside
him, saw in the lid the portrait of love
ly June Warner. She looked up at the
dark, handsome fellow and smiled sig
nificantly and touched the ring finger
of her left hand and nodded her head
in keen self. appreciation. Then she
patted the little wad which was knot
ted in the corner of her apron. Gilbert
Blye smiled his suave smile and went
into the hall, where he telephoned to a
vfvaciOus brunette in her ornately dec
Grated rooms and then to man with
thick lidded eyes and round head, on
which the short hair bristled.
In the Office of Elizabeth Sawyer the
tall, good looking man sat down, with
smile. Neither he nor his wife no.
ticed or thought of the quiet little fig.
ure in the corner
well, Betty, what can do for your
asked Sawyer cordially.
Loan me some money, Harry"
I'D rather give 1t to you," he said.
Il couldn't think of It" Mrs. Sawyer
reached in her desk for a block of note
blanks Il shall need $4,000 If you can
spare it."
Certainly"
They both wrote at once, sitting side
by side at the desk, he a check to his
wife and she thirty day note to her
husband
you will get In trouble once In
awhile, won't you, Betty?" laughed the
man.
She looked at him reproachfully.
You know why"
Yes" He nodded alphabetically
and. patting the hand which lay on the
edge OF the desk. picked up the photo.
graph. 1.-THE babies. Betty, you're q
wonder. What mans business could
stand such Interruptions
She smiled fondy at the photograph
and then at him. then from her desk
drew small blank book. She turned
20 page headed "Bills Payable"
There were only two entries, and now
she made a third The dates Of all
three were about two years apart
THAT setback in my business was
Harry" And with the tip OF her pen.
eli she touched the Oldest child IN the
photograph, And this one was Betsy.
Today's note 10 the baby II has taken
me year 20 catch up every time"
mo business can do without the
I,oss." agreed tbs man. THAT applies
10 sserything Betty. You look busy
lere"
cob, foFgos 20 tell your sine laugh
&C She picked ~ the two documents
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ress. He extracted long black pocket
book from somewhere inside and open.
ed 1t and fiuttered the canary and or
ange colored bills and the pale green
ones.
"Say $50, say 500, for just a bit of
conversation" sOothingly remarked
Bobbie and separated that amount,
fluttering 1t tantalizingly before the
cleaning eyes.
Scatti shifted uneasily In his corner.
For Gods sake. man, can't you
talkT' said stern John Moore. "You
know where my daughter is
Scatti's lines twisted and twitched
and he lowered his eyes. They all
gathered close to him.