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The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1915-03-06
CHAPTER IV-Continued.

Then impulse broke through the
restraint that seemed to characterize
the Lanstron OF thirty The Ian
stron OF twenty-five, who had met
catastrophe because he was wool
gathering asserted himself. He put
his hand on Stransky's shoulder II
was strong though slim hand that
looked as II 1t had been trained to do
the work OF two hands In the process
OF It's owners own Transformation.
Thus the old sergeant had seen a gen
eral demonstrate with brave veteran
who had been guilty Of bad conduct in
Africa. The old colonel gasped at such
a subversion of the dignity of rank.
He saw the army going to the devil.
But young Dellarme, watching with
eager curiosity, was sensible OF no
familiarity in the act 1t all depended
on how such a thing was done, he was
thinking
We all have minutes when We are
more or less anarchists" said Ian
stron in the human appeal of one man
to another. But We don't want to be
judged by one OF those minutes. | got
Il hand mashed up for a mistake that
took only a second Think this over
tonight before you act. Then. If you
are Of the same opinion. go to the col
onel and tell him SO. Come. why not?"
An right, sir you're so decent
about IT." grumbled Stransky, taking
his place in the ranks.
Hep-hep-hep! The regiment started
keeping at his grandson's side.
Makes me feel young again, but it's
darned solemn beside the Hussars.
with their horses bits a-jingling Times
have certainly changed-officers
hands in their pockets. saying II you
don't mind to a man that's insulted
the flag, Kicking amt good enough
for that traitor! Ought to hang him
yes, sir, hang and draw him"
Lanstron watched the marching col
ann for time
"Hephep-hep! It's the brown OF the
infantry that counts in the end" he
unused. Il liked that wall-eyed giant.
He's all man"
Then his Iivening glance swept the
heavens inquiringly. A speck in the
blue, far away in the realms of atmos-
pheric intinity, kept growing in size
until it took the form OF the wings
with which man flies. The plane vol
Dlaned down with steady swiftness.
TIL Its racing shadow lay large over
the landscape for few seconds before
II rose again with beautiful ease and
precision.
Bully for you, Etzel," Ianstron
thought. as he started bach to the
Aeroplane station, You belong in the
corps We shall not let YOU return to
your regiment for while. You've a
cool head and you'd charge 4 church
tower II that were the orders"
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1915-03-06

j. Mcdaniel. Rheumatic pains. suf-
fered ten months. l was treated by q
physician, but found no relief until l
started to use Dodd's Kidney Pills, I
now feel that l am permanently cured
by the use of Dodd's Kidney Pills"
Dodds Kidney Pills. soc. per box at
your dealer or Dodd's Medicine Co.,
Buffalo, N Y. Write for Household
Hints, also music of National Anthem
English and German Words and re-
cipes for dainty dishes. All 3 sent
hee.-Adv.
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1915-03-06

been on intimate terms With sugar o.
tam.
How do you do. flying soldier man ?'
chirruped Clarissa Eileen. It was evt-
dent that she held Lanstron In high
favor
Let me hear you say your name"
said Lanstron
Clarissa Eileen was triumphant She
had been waiting for days with the
revelation when he should make that
old request. Now she enunciated II
with every vowel and consonant cor
rectly and primly uttered: indeed. she
repeated it four or fvs times in proof
OF complete mastery
"A pretty name. I've often wondered
how you came TO give 1t to her." said
Lsnstron to Minna.
You do like til" exclaimed Minna
with gtrlish eagerness. Il gave her
the most beautiful name l could think
OF because"-she laid her hand caress-
ingly on the childs head and a ma
donna-like radiance stole into her face
because she might at least have a
beautiful name when"-the dull blaze
OF recollection now burning in her
eyes-"when there wasn't much pros
pect of many beautiful things coming
into her life; though know. of course
that the world thinks she ought to be
called Maggie"
Proceeding leisurely along the main
path OF the first terrace, Lanstron fol-
lowed 1t past the rear OF the house to
the old tower Long ago the moat that
surrounded the castle had been filled
in. The green OF rows of grape vines
lay against the background Of mat
OF ivy on the ancient stone walls, which
had been cut away from the ioopholes
set with window glass. The door was
open. showing a room that had been
clased In by a ceiling of boards from
the walls to the circular stairway that
ran aloft from the dungeons. On the
floor Of flags were cheap rugs. A mum
Der Of seed and nursery catalogue
were piled on round table covered
with brown cloth.
"Hello!" Lanetron called softly
"Hello." he called louder and yet
louder
Receiving no answer. he retraced his
steps and seated himself on the second
terrace In secluded spot in the
shadow of the first terrace wall, where
he could see anyone coming up the
main flight Of steps from the road
When Marta walked she usually came
from town by that way. At length the
sound OF slow step from another di.
rection broke on his ear. Some one
was approaching along the path that
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1915-03-06
OVERSIGHT THAT WAS FATAL
lioht.Finoered Gentleman Might
Have Got Away With the Coat
But for One ThIno.

fellow stole a coat hanging In
front Of clothing store the other aft.
ternoon. But the proprietor was on
the job and before the thief was half
a block away he had the police and
most of the neighbors on his trail
The poor fellow who had taken the
coat was really coatless before the
crime. And as he ran he struggled
into the abstracted article, which At.
ted him pretty well, all things consid-
cred. And when he was apprehended,
about four blocks from the starting
point. he protested his Innocence
stoutly.
What dye mean l stole the coat ?"
he said. I've had this coat all sum.
mer. Why. amt had 1t on my back
for a week."
You amt, amt you?" sneered the
policeman. An have you wore that
there coat hanger inside it acrost yer
shoulders all that time?"
Saying that the arm Of the Law
grasped the iron hook projecting
above the collar, dragged the victim
to the corner and called the wagon.
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1915-03-06
Circumstances Alter Cases.

Lawyer-The evidence against you
is too strong, too cumulative. You
have no chance of acquittal.
Client-But I'm not innocent; I'm
guilty.
Lawyer-Ah, that's different. Know
ing that, I'll be able to get you free.
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1915-03-06
Only Fair.

do understand you to say" asked
the judge, that his remarks were ac-
rmonious?"
No, Judge. your honor, | didn't say
that ! said he just swore at me. l
amt a-goin' to claim that he done
what he didn't do''-St. James Ga
zette.
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1915-03-06
CHAPTER VI.
A Crisis Within a a.crisis.

Following the path to the tower
leisurely. they had reached the tower.
Feller's door was open. Marta looked
into the room. finding in the neat ar
rangement Of its furniture now sig
nincanee. He was absent. for It vas
the dinner hour
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1915-03-06
TheLaSt Shot
SYNOPSIS.

AT their home tho frontier between
the Browns and Grays Marta Galland and
her mother. entertaining Colonel Wester-
ing OF the Crays, gee Captain Lanstron,
star intelligence officer OF the Browns.
injured by a fall in his Aeroplane. Ten
years later. Westerl!nE. nominal vice but
Fee! chief OF stan. reinforces South La
T9r. medtates war. and speculates on
the comparative ages Of himself and Mar
Ia, who Is visiting in the Gray capital.
Westerltns calls on Marta She tells him
Of her teaching children the follies OF war
and martial patriotism, begs him to pre-
predicts that II he makes war against the
Browns he VIII not win. on the march
with the SD OF the Browns Private Stran-
Rky, anarchist decries war and played
out patriotism and is placed under arrest
Colonel Lanstron everhearing. begs him
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1915-03-06

Backache and burning
in the stem of the Blad-
der, which was sore
and had a constant
hurting all the time
broken sleep, tired feel
ing, nervousness, puff
ed and swollen eyes.
shortness of breath and
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1915-03-06
earlor Trieka

bill-Did you ever take part in an,
parlor magic?
Jll-Oh, yes; that's how my wiz.
hyvnot1ssd NE into marrying has
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1915-03-06
ovERWoRk and KIDNEY TROUBLE

Mr. James Mcdaniel. Oakley, KY.
writes: Il overworked and strained
myself, which brought on Kidney and
Bladder Disease. My symptoms were
Evening star., 1915-12-19

TT was Christmas Eve.
The Riggs family, according to GUS
tom, had had family dinner and a
Christmas tree; and, it now being mid
night, had blown out the last candle
and retired.
All except father, who was supposed to
be attending to the doors and lights. He
sat alone in front of the dying fire in the
library. He had taken off his dinner
Jacket, donnod in Difference to his daugh-
ters' new frocks, and shrugged himself
into his old gray coat. He had lighted a
pipe, but it went out sometime since, and
somehow it had not occurred to him to
light it again. For father was thinking,
or-no, not thinking SO much as feeling.
1t was habit he did not often indulge in.
First of all and above everything else,
he felt an enormous loneliness. 1t seemed
to him that he was just as much alone in
that pretty, frelit house as if he We're
downtown in strange hotel bedroom.
And, besides the loneliness, there was
sense of profound perplexity and depres-
sion. Questions that had never bothered
him before now stirred and came to the
surface of his mind Was this all that
life had for man at the end Of thirty
years of hard work and rigorous self
denial? A house, and wife and children,
and something put by for their future
these things sounded all right, but, some
how, tonight they did not seem enough.
They did not seem just equivalent for
what he had lost in gaining them. He
felt dim sort of rebellion; an old ache
throbbed within him; old longings alb
surdly left over from boyhood awoke and
hurt him. He felt bitter; and his bitter
ness, unreasonably enough, found concrete
form in casting back to that Christmas
morning forty years before, when, with
all the passion of his boys soul, he had
prayed for train Of cars, and had received
a book called "Thaddeus Of Warsaw
"Seems to me nothings ever made up
to me for that he thought. Il had to
quit being a boy too soon, anyway. l
didn't want to get old and settle down
into kind of draft-horse before | was
thirty; but seems like there wasn't any
other way
His thoughts slowly travelled back along
Evening star., 1915-12-19
@but hate to leave this Don't you love

4but hate to leave this. Don't you love
it, daddy?'
Daniel Riggs nodded somberly.
"If could have had this when ! was a
boy, guess I'd have gone crazy with joy.
l always was wild for toy railroad.
Every Christmas l used to pray for one;
but never got it, was the only boy,
and | had lot of grown-up sisters. l
guess they didn't understand boys much.
One Christmas there was toy train, rails
and all, in Badgers window. 1t looked
like jim-dandy to me. The day before
Christmas it was sold. Somehow | got
it into my head that my oldest sister had
bought it for me,--she had seen me hang
ing around that window for weeks,-and
l couldn't sleep for excitement that night.
But | was mistaken. My sister gave me
a book called 'Thaddeus of Warsaw"
FATHER turned away with a short,
grim laugh. They went out of the shop
of miracles into the lighted Avenue. Toots
slipped her hand under her fathers arm.
Daddy, it's been such a lovely after
noon!' she said. "Would you dare
daddy, would you dare telephone mother
that we're going to have dinner down.
town? just you and me! Daddy, I've
got two dollars that don't know how to
spend. I'd like to take you out to dinner,
to some jolly place-don't laugh, daddy!
IL want to do something for you.
want to.do something NIGEL"
Father looked at his daughter as if he
did not quite understand what she was
saying. Not since the early days Of his
marriage had any feminine person be-
longing to him invited him out to dinner
with her. When he took it in, something
happened to father face. Every tired line
went out Of it; a broad smile that was as
tonishingly boyish overspread it.
"By jinks, Toots, we'll do it! / don't
know what mother will say, but never
mind. guess we can fix it. Well have
big eats in the jolliest place we can find,
and then we'll 60 to the theater, and then
we'll take a taxi home, like regular roy
sterers. wish this coat wasn't SO shabby.
Toots gave his arm a squeeze. "Oh,
daddy!" she sighed blissfully. "If folks
really kne,c you, they'd be surprised
Evening star., 1915-12-19

tne library SHelVeS.
Toots's gift was in his
pocket-a linen handker-
chief embroidered by her
own hands with a fat ID
and a wabbly r. He
touched it lovingly.
They're all good
girls" he thought. "And
their mother, she's all
right, too. Always been
a good wife to me-"
But deep in his heart
he knew that mother
would not understand
about the train of cars
and the leftover ache.
Mother had grown up
along about the time
the first baby came, and
she'd expected him to
grow up too-had taken
for granted, in fact, that
in the life of a husband
and father there is no
necessity for tender fool
ishness, no need of make
believe, no time for ire
sponsibie joys. And
Maizie and Julia, they
wore more grown up than
their mother.
He turned out the
light, leaving the Christ
mas tree dark against
the frosty window. Like
the frost on the panes,
the feeling of loneliness
chilled his heart. He
went back to the library,
and was STOPPING to
Evening star., 1915-12-19
SUNDAY MAGAZINE for December 10, 1915

the years to his young manhood. Before
he was twenty-five he had assumed the
responsibilities of husband and father;
circumstances and his own will had
quenched the eternal Boy in him.
"Mother and the girls have never
wanted for anything" he thought, CROP
ing for comfort. They've never wanted
for education or clothes or good home.
It's been years since mother has had to
do stroke of housework. I'm carrying
the biggest life insurance the business will
stand. And l hadn't anything to start
with, either.
HIS head told him that all these things
should suffice to make him happy and
comfortable: but his heart told him it
ached. 1t was queer about that ache. 1t
always came at Christmas time. If one
of his girls had been a boy, maybe the ache
wouldn't have persisted. Not that he did
not love his girls, not that mother hadn't
always been the only woman in the world
for him. But girls never quite under
stand. They grow up so quickly; they
so soon begin to patronize father; and
presently, overnight, so it seems, they
change into lovely young women, very
nice-lnannered to father, of course, but
remote-oh, so inaccessibly remote!
aGirls, he thought, "they seem to for
get how to play. They make a man feel
that he's old and dull, only just fit to
make money. And, by George! a mans
got to make money to keep up with them.
Sometimes it seems as if he couldn't go
on-I'm so doggoned tired!'
He sat there thinking, feeling, until a
coal dropped in the CRATE. Then he rose
and wandered into the other room. Here
one lamp still burned. 1t showed the
partly dismantled tree and the five little
piles of gifts taken from it-Julia's and
Maizie's on the piano, Toots's on the
window-seat, mothers on the card-table,
and fathers piled on tabouret. He
went over and absently inspected his gifts.
There was silver coffee-tray from
mother. She had explained to him that
it was very good pattern, Georgian or
Victorian or something; but she hadn't
told him what he was to do with it.
Well, doubtless she had a use for it-she
always knew what to do with his Christ
mas presents And there were some
beautiful ties with socks to match from
Maizie, and set of Victor Hugo from
Julia. Father touched the books respect
fully. He liked good detective story
himself; but it was nice of Julia to give
him something that would look so well on
the library shelves
Toots's gift was in his
pocket-a linen handker.
Evening star., 1915-12-19

rake up the fll'e Tor the nlGht Wnen ne
heard swift patter of footsteps down
the stairs. He knew at once who it was,
and he moved back into the shadowy
corner next to the fireplace. The door
was pushed open. Toots, with candle
in her hand, came creeping in. Going
straight to the mantel-shelf, she began to
unwrap small package she carried.
Pendant from the mantel-shelf were
long black stocking and short black sock.
These belonged respectively TO Toots and
to her father. From the time Toots was
a baby she had insisted on her fathers
hanging up his sock alongside of her
stocking on Christmas Eve, and she had
never outgrown the habit Always, when
the others were in bed, Toots's custom
was to steal down and fill her fathers
sock herself; but this was the first time
he had ever caught her in the act.
The candle-light fell now on her eager
face Smiling, she thrust into fathers
sock something that ratified and winked
in the light; and then she sat down at
fathers desk and wrote busily.
He watched her come back to the fire,
saw her reread the note, press her lips to
the paper, fold it, and tuck it into the
sock. Then, still smiling happily, she
took up her candle and tiptoed out.
WHEN the house was quiet again,
father came out of concealment. He
knew he was not supposed to explore his
sock until Toots did the same with hers
in the morning; but he wanted to shake
himself free from the thoughts that had
been troubling him. Swapping on light
near the mantel, he took down his sock.
Smiling now, he put in his hand Then
he drew it out with queer expression on
his face, put it in again, and this time
brought out little painted tin train of
cars.
1t was cheap little toy; but to father
it was greater marvel than the one in
the miracle shop, because tucked in the
tender of the tin engine was a little scrib-
bled note that read:
DEAR DADDY: If had money enough
would have bought you the one we liked
you knoW Where! This one is just Joke.
But we know what it means, don't we?
Remember our Secret-the other afternoon!
Lovingly, TooTs.
P.S Could make an engagement with
you, Lord PerCyal, to meet me at the same
place at your earliest convenience? If so,
one. HERMIONE.
P.S This is kiss (X) because love
you so, daddy.
Father slowly refolded the note, put it
back in the tender of the tin engine, re-
placed the train of cars in his sock,
fastened the sock to the mantel-shelf.
slow, wide grin had spread over his face;
a mist was falling over his faded blue eyes.
Mechanically he stopped and raked the
ashes over the fire.
RUT when he stood up there was some
thing happy and peaceful in his face.
He could not have explained it, he was
scarcely aware of it himself; but he had
got what he wanted. Not the tin train of
cars, but what it meant understanding,
a flash from kindred soul, youth calling
to the buried youth in him. Some one
had seen him, not as husband or father
or provider, but as playmate.
"By George and once wished she was
a boy!' he thought. "My little old grit"
He went through the house, carefully
looking to the windows and fires. At the
Omaha daily bee., 1915-12-06
Omaha CITY Of Opportunity. -

The hailing sign which welcomes the coming
guest to Omaha frames an impressive truth
Briefly and tersely It points out the destination
for enterprise and energy, and backs up the as
surance OF reward by past achievements The
opportunities seized in the past and developed
far beyond expectations are no more tempting
than the opportunities the future hold The
men who projected the meat packing industry
thirty years ago had the courage of their fore
sight and achieved mighty results. In like
manner the idea of the market town" pro-
claimed by A. b. stickney rooted into fertile soil
and grew into an expanding grain market These
are fundamental industries and markets spring
ing from the opportunities which farm products
afford. In and about them are many opportuni-
ties for converting raw material into manufac-
tured products, effecting at the same time vast
economies in bulk and enlarging the avenues OF
employment.
The opportunities suggested to newcomers
make stronger appeal to the men on the
ground. One Of the greatest opportunities
which has knocked at omahs's door for years
past lies in the oil fields of Wyoming Ener-
getic developmen Mt OF that region with pipe line
along the level Platte valley will solve the prob
lem of cheaper fuel for Omaha and intervening
towns and give the needed economic impulse to
old and new industries.
II Is up to Omaha to give the haiing sign
the force OF community example by htching its
chariot to the Wyoming star
Omaha daily bee., 1915-12-06
Here. the secret 1. Ont.

NORTH LOUP, Neb., Dec. Ito the
Editor of The Bee: The present writer
has been studying mechanics and gun
equipment long before there was any de-
mand for preparedness in this country.
II is generally known that the allied
powers have not been able to oppose the
Germans on account Of an inferior projec-
tile carrying an explosive not sufficiently
powerful to do the proper work. The
German projectile is a secret and known
to limited number Of persons only. In
working over this matter. am fully
convinced that l have found the secret
of the German projectile. As a matter
of fact the public does not realize the
effectiveness Of that part of the German
equipment. Preparedness could do the
coast cities very little good. as now pro-
posed. Any sort Of a boat carrying
those projectiles might approach within
ten miles of city and have It blown
to kindling before daylight. A dozen
of those shells would lay flat the bust
ness district of New York City. The
guns on the Panama canal would not be
worth that many pop-guns against those
shells. Those inventions must be carried
as secret, and cannot be protected by
patent right. II the English had the
German projectile, they could capture
Constantinople within ten days. The
French could walk through Belgium
within thirty days. A single shell shak
ing down everything on a forty-acre field
Is a marvel. WALTER JOHNSON.
Omaha daily bee., 1915-12-06
05e BeeSR0
sLsMe2aRoYT

Cnn't Understpnd wilson's Attitude.
SOUTH OMAHA. Dec. ITO the Ed
itor Of The Bee: / certa'n My want to in
dorse every word written by an old-time
democrat in yesterdays Bee Whom Is
our president representing, anyhow-the
ammunition manufacturers or the people
OF this. the only great big neutral ma
ton on earth7 Wilson surely knows that
at least eight out OF every ten OF the
people OF the United States want peace,
and so his refusal 10 indorse the Ford
peace party Is slap at a majority OF
his people and the election of 1915 will
defeat him for this one act. II for no
other. He surely knows the business in
terests OF the United States are suffer
ing with few exceptions) and a return
to peace would not only relieve the
greatest suffering this world has ever
witnessed, but would also be the great
est boost for business the world has ever
seen. So. for the life Of me, I cannot
understand the presidents attitude.
J. G. BLESSING.