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The Barre daily times. (Barre, Vt.) 1897-1959, 1915-01-12
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The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1915-11-18
SYNOPSIS.

Kenneth Griswold, an unsuccessful
holds up Andrew Galbraith. president of
dents private office and escapes with $780,
600 in cash. He goes aboard the Belle
Julie as a deckhand. Charlotte Farnham
of Wahaska, Mimi, who had seen him
cash Galbraiths check In the bank, rec
ognizes him. and sends a letter of be-
travail to Galbraith anonymously. Girls
void Is arrested at ST. Louis, but escapes
from his captors. He decides on Wa
haska, Mimi, a hiding place. and
takes the train. He falls III on the sleeper
and is cared for and taken to her home In
Wahaska by Margery Grierson, daughter
OF Jasper Grierson, the financial magnate
OF Wahaska. Margery finds the stolen
money in Griswold's suitcase. Broffin,
detective, takes the trail. Margery asks
her father to get Edward Raymer into
financial hot water and then help him out
OF It, Griswold RECEIVERS TO find the stolen
money gone. lie forms a friendship with
Raymer, the iron manufacturer Broftin
comes TO Wahaska in search Of the wom-
an who wrote the anonymous letter 10
Galbraith. Margery takes Griswold to
the safety deposit vault and turns the
stolen money over to him. Charlotte bluffs
out Broffin and Margery begins to watch
him. Griswold puts his money in Ray
mer's plant and commences to rewrite his
book. Griswold is not sure that Charlotte
has not recognized him. He uses Mar
gerry and Charlotte as models for the
characters in his book and reads the
manuscript to them. Broffln spies on
Margery. who throws him off the scent
regarding GrlsWOld
The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1915-11-18
CHAPTER XXI.
The Valley Of Dry Bones.

The valley OF Dry Bones.
The cyclonic summer storm had
blown itself out, and the clouds were
beginning to break away in the west,
when Griswold, obeying Margerys
urging to go home and change his
clothes, turned his back upon Mereside
and his face toward a future of thick
ening doubts and unnerving possibili-
ties.
Griswold had not deceived himself,
nor had he allowed Margery's apparent
confinement to deceive him. The
old mans mind had not been wander.
ing in the eye-opening moment Of con-
seriousness regained. On the contrary.
what he had failed to do under ordi-
nary and conventional conditions had
become instantly possible when the
plunge into the dark shadow had
brushed away all the artificial becloud-
ings OF the memory page. What action
he would take when he should recover
was as easy to prefigure as 1t was, for
the present at least, matter negligi-
ble The dismaying thing was that the
broad earth seemed too narrow to hide
in; that invention itself became the
clumsiest of blunderers when II was
given the simple task Of losing a sim
gle individual among the millions Of
unrelated human atoms.
Thus the threat OF the peril which
might be called the physical. But be-
yond this there was another, and. for
a man of temperament. still moe
ominous foreshadowing of evil to
come. OF sope subtle. deep-seated
change in himself ne had long been
conscious. Again and again 1t had
manifested itself in those moments Of
eraxap fsar and ruthless murdssous
The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1915-11-18

the pipe; want something that can
chew on"
A cigar was found, in the drawer
which had so lately furnished the wea.
pom, and by the fare of the match in
Raymer's fingers Griswold saw face
haggard with anxiety.
What is the matter, Edward?" he
asked.
"a mix-up with the labor unions. It's
been brewing for some little time, but
l didn't want to worry you with 1t.
Unless we announce a fat increase Of
20 per cent in wages tomorrow morn.
ing, and declare for the closed shop,
the men will go out on Us at noon.
I've seen it coming"
If the god of mischance had chosen
the moment it could not have been
more opportune for the fire-lighting OF
malevolence. Griswold's swing-chair
righted itself with a click.
We'll see them in hell, first, Ray.
mer! The ungrateful beggars are
merely proving that it isn't in human
nature to meet justice and fairness and
generous liberality half way. If they
first and hit hard; that's the way to
do. Shut up the plant and make it
lockout"
II was afraid you might say some
thing like that in the first heat of It,"
said the young ironmaster. ITS a
stout fighting word, and guess. under
the skin. you're stout fighting man,
Kenneth-which I'm not. Where are
your convictions about the man-to.
man obligations? We've got to take
them into the account, haven't wei"
Damn the convictions!" snapped
Griswold viciously. "If I've been CIV
ing you the impression that I'm an i'm
practicable theorist, forget 1t. These
fellows want fight: ! say give them
a fight-all they want of it and a lit
tie more for good measure"
Raymer did not reply at once. This
latest Griswold was puzzling him, and
with the puzzlement there went sor-
rowful regret; the regret that has
been the recanter's portion in all the
ages. When he spoke 1t was out of
the heart of common sense and san
ity.
II know how you feel about IL. I
don't dare to pull down fight which
may not only shut US up for an in
definite time, but might even 60 far
enough to smash u.s."
Griswold took his turn of silence.
rocking gently In the fitting chair.
When the delayed rejoinder came. the
harshneus had gone out OF his voice.
bvt there was a cynical hardness to
take its place.
Its your affair, not mine." he said.
IF you've made up your mind not to
hght. of course. that settles 10. Now
we can come dowt to the causes.
You've been stabbed In the back. Do
you know who's doing tit"
TO Nm corrrIlsuup,
The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1915-11-18
CHAPTER XXI.
All That a Man Hath.


For four entire days after Margery
Grierson had driven home the nail Of
the elemental verities in her frank
criticism of the new book, and Char
lotte Farnham, had clinched II, Wa
haska's public places saw nothing of
Griswold; and Mrs. Holcomb, mother
ly soul, was driven to expostulate
scoldingly with her second-foor front
who was pushing the pen feverishly
from dawn to the small hours, and
evidently-in the kindly widows
phrase-burning the candle at both
ends and in the middle.
Out of this candle-burning frenzy
the toiler emerged in the afternoon Of
the fifth day, little pallid and tremu-
lous from the overstrain, but with a
thick packet Of fresh manuscript to
bulge in his pocket when he made his
way, blinking at the unwonted sunlight
of out-of-doors, to the great house at
the lakes edge.
Margery was waiting for him when
he rang the bell; he guessed 1t CRATE
fully, and she confirmed IL.
"Of course" she said, with the be-
witching little grimace which could be
made to mean so much or so little.
isn't this your afternoon? Why
shouldn't be waiting for you" Then.
with a swiftly sympathetic glance for
the pale face anu the tired eyes:
You've been overworking again. Let's
sit out here on the porch where we
can have what little air there is. There
must be a storm brewing; It's posi-
lively breathless in the house."
Griswold was glad enough to ac-
quiesce; glad and restfully happy and
mildly intoxicated with her beauty and
the loving rudeness with which she
pushed him into the easiest of the
great lounging chairs and took the
sheaf OF manuscript away from him.
declaring that she meant to read II
herself.
When Il was over; and he could not
tell whether the interval should be
measured sy minutes or hours; the re-
turn to the realities-the hot after
noon, the tree-shaded veranda, the lake
dimpling like a sheet OF molten metal
under tie sam glars-was almost pain
nul
The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1915-11-18

promptings, when kindliness, kran
tude, love, all the humanizing motives.
had turned suddenly to frenzied
hatred, and the primitive savage had
leaped up fiercely raging with the
blood-lust.
For long time after he had reached
his room, and had had his bath and
change, Griswold sat at his writing
table with his head in his hands, think
ing in monotonous circles.
The tiny Ginning clock in his dress
ing case in the adjoining bedroom had
tinkled forth its 10 tapping hammer
strokes when he heard voices In the
lower hall, and then a mans footsteps
on the stair. To hard-pressed breaker
OF the traditions at such a moment
an unannounced visitor, coming up in
the dark, could mean but one thing.
Griswold silently opened a drawer in
the writing table and CROPPED for the
mate to the quick-iring pistol which
after the change of wet clothing. he
had put aside to dry.
The visitor came heavily upstairs,
and Griswold, swinging his chair to
face the open door, saw the shadowy
bulking of the man as he came
through the upper hall When the
bulk filled the doorway it was covered
by the pistol held low, and Griswold's
finger was pressing the trigger.
Asleep, old MANI" said the intruder
in Raymer's well-known voice.
There was a sound like gasping
sob, and another as Of a drawer clos
ing softly. Then Griswold said: mo;
I'm not asleep. Come in. Shall I
light the gas?"
mot for me-" returned the Ded-
time visitor, entering and cropping for
the chair at the desk-end, into which,
when he had placed it, he dropped
YEARLY 81 want to smoke" he went
on. Have you got a cigar-no, not
The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1915-11-18

isn't quite the word. He Is a sociolo-
gist"
Miss Grierson ignored the nice dis
tinction in names.
Socialism goes with being poor,
doesn't it?" she remarked. "Since Mr..
Griswold's ship has come in, / suppose
he finds ii easier, and pleasanter, to
be theoretical leveler than a practi-
cal one"
THAT is another thing have never
been quite able to understand" said
the iron founder. "You say his father
left him poor; where did he get his
moneys"
why, don't you know" was the in
nocent query. And then, with pretty
affectation OF embarrassment, real or
perfectly simulated: 'If he hasn't told
you, mustn't"
"Of course, l don't want to pry,"
said Raymer, loyal again.
II can give you a hint, and that is
all. Don't you remember My Lady
Jezebel,' the unsigned novel that made
such a hit last SUMMER"
"Why, bless goodness, yes! Did he
write that?"
"He has never admitted IL in so
many words. But I'll divide a little
secret with you. He has been reading
bits of his new book to me, and pshaw!
a blind person could tell! l asked him
once If he could guess how much the
author Of My Lady Jezebel had been
paid. and he said. with the most per
fectly transparent carelessness: oh,
about hundred thousand. suppose. ."
"Tally!" said Raymer. laughing
"Griswold has put an even ninety thou
sand into my little egg basket out at
the plant. But, of course you knew
that, everybody in Wahaska knows it
by this time"
Miss Grierson did not reply, and for
little while they were both silent.
Then Raymer said:
II wonder If McMurtry doesn't think
I've dropped out on him. l guess I'd
better go and see. Don't wait any
longer on my motions, unless you want
to, Miss Margery."
When Raymer had gone, the oppor-
tunity which Broffin had so lately
craved was his. Miss Grierson was
left alone on the big veranda, and he
had only to step out and confront her.
Instead, he got up quietly and went
back through the lobby with his head
down and his hands in his pockets,
and the surviving bit of the dead cigar
disappeared between his strong teeth
and became a cud of chagrin. There
had been a goal in sight, but Miss
Grierson had beat him to 1t.
And the winner Of the small handi-
cap? With deep breath-drawing that
was almost a sob, Miss Grierson sprang
up, stole a swift confirming glance at
the empty chair behind the window
hangings, and crossed the veranda to
stand with one arm around a support
ing pillar. And since the battle was
fought and won, and the friendly pill
lar gave its stay and shelter, the vel
vety eyes filled suddenly and the ripe
red lips were trembling like the lips of
a frightened child.
The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1915-11-18

some little craft lay at their feet
Strictly under orders he made sail on
the little ship, and when the captain
had taken her place at the tiller he
showed of: and when the helmswoman
had laid the course up the lake, Girls
void, pipe filed and lighted. pillowed
his head in his clasped hands and a
great contentment, flowing into all the
jdterstices and leveling all the Unequal.
tiles. Tapped him in its soothing food.
He was still half-dozing when he was
made to realize that the murmuring
rush OF water under the catboat's fore
DOT had changed into q saries Of -
Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1915-06-03

IOWA is represented that there will be
feeling which will lead the legisla-
ture, at it's next session, to reimburse
the gentlemen who have footed the
bill for the building"
Senator and Mrs. Cummins sailed
for Honolulu for a three weeks stay
in the Islands. The senator's health
is very much improved, after three
weeks vacation in the southern part
of the United States. Upon his return
to San Francisco the latter part of
May series of receptions and formal
affairs are being planned by the Iowa
commission. Just before sailing Sena-
tor Cummins walked down the main
aisle of the Agricultural Palace and
looked at Iowa's agricultural display,
that great, huge pile of corn forty-fve
feet high.
THAT makes lump come up into
my throat" was all the comment the
senator could make. And that display
does make a lump come into the
throat of everyone who has a pride
in Iowa and really loves Iowa.
Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1915-06-03
IOWA BOOSTER BOOKLETS
TO Be DISTRIBUTED
Exposition Visitors Will Have Some
thing to Read.

San Francisco, Cal.-The Greater
Iowa Association has arranged through
the Iowa commission to the Panama
Pacific Exposition to place in the
Iowa Building literature concerning
the various communities in Iowa. A
general invitation has been extended
by the commission to all of the cities
and towns of Iowa having literature
of any kind pertaining to their work
or development to send such litera-
ture to the Iowa Building, where it
| will be distributed by the employees to
the visitors.
The first consignment of these book
lets arrived yesterday from Iowa City
| and they are being given to those who
express particular interest in that
section of the state. They are very
| deal of favorable comment.
All of the daily newspapers of Iowa
are on file at the Iowa Building and
any day about ten o'clock in the morn
ing the balcony of the Iowa Building
is well patronized by visiting Iowans
who are anxious to read the latest
news from home.
Several acquaintances have been
made in the balconies when one or
more persons have been waiting to
see copy Of particular newspaper
In this way strangers have found that
they are from the same town or at
least the same county in Iowa, have
shaken hands and have left the build
ing arm in arm, glad to have found a
friend. The Iowa Building is the only
one on the exposition grounds that
carries complete file of all of it's
daily newspapers. The Iowa commits
sion also is the only one that pre-
pares daily a list of visitors to the ex-
position and sends them back to the
daily papers of the home state.
Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1915-06-03
YOU NEVER READ THIS
STORY ON CALIFORNIA
Because it Tells About Losing Money
Out West.
All is not gold that glitters.

All is not gold that glitters.
A copy of the San Francisco (Cali-
formal Bulletin of the date of April
% carries story which very seldom
gets into eastern newspapers. Those
Californians are wonders in keeping
to themselves the news which they
do not want the result of the world to
know and at the same time letting
all the rest of the world know the
other kind of news.
Here is the story from the "Bulle-
tin" of April %;
$4,000 CITRUS LOSS
WEEKLY FROM DECAY
LOS Angeles, April 23.-Decay of
oranges and lemons, due mostly to the
almost universal washing of fruit on
account of inroads of scale the last
two years, is costing citrus growers
of California from $4,000 to 100000 a
week, according to statement by G.
Harold Powell, general manager OF
the California Citrus Exchange"
How long has it been since we have
had crop failure in Iowa?
Think hard.
Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1915-06-03

iowa mas erected d nome, CT =.Sss:s>-
building which is so homelike, and
where they may come and meet their
friends and feel that they have a head
quarters.
This should be state building,
but there is in Iowa sentiment which
forbids an appropriation until we can
actually see ITO per cent coming back.
While this building may not have
much commercial value, that is, may
not present opportunities for bring
ing back to the state actual dollars
and cents in excess of it's cost, at the
same time it is a proper contribution
to the progress of the world. We owe
it to Iowa to keep her name in the
front ranks Of progressive common
Wealths."
Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1915-06-03
rs,s. -. :. AsI anau i; III
CALIFORNIA MILLIONAIRE
DOFFS HAT TO IOWA
Never Knew There Was "sure
Enough" Billion Dollar State.

San Francisco, Cali was born in
Sacramento, have lived all my life in
California, and up to within the last
ten minutes have been under the i'm
preston that California was the great
est state in the Union. But doff my
hat to Iowa since l have learned that
her agricultural production is approx
mately $100,000,000 month, or 81 ,2OO,-
100000 year"
This is the way VIM. H. Croker,
first vice president of the Panama-Pa-
cific International Exposition, began
an address last week at the luncheon
given by the exposition officers to the
| members of the Iowa commission.
Mr.. Croker is the head of the ia
Croker millions.
When on my way to this luncheon
today" continued Mr.. Croker 81
came through the Palace of Agricul-
ture and noticed new booth, at least
one had not seen before. 1t was not
altogether completed and l did not
see the name OF the state, but | did
see one sign in great big gold letters
than caused me to stop and think.
"The sign read Iowa, the only bill
lion dollar state. Agricultural prod
| ucts alone approximate ZOO, OOO.'
"a billion dollars year does not
signify very much to the average
mind, because not 50 very many peo-
pie are on intimate terms with a bill
lion dollars, But when l sub-divided
it into monthly earning of 100000
600 l began to appreciate the enor-
nifty of Iowa's agricultural production.
Il compliment the state upon it's
participation in this exposition and
upon It's sending men out here who
for the first time, to my knowledge,
are telling the world some real facts
about state which for so many years
has been hiding it's light under a
| bushel basket. When it comes to pro.
viding the real necessities of life Cali.
fornia yields to Iowa"
Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1915-06-03
iowa ROSES CREATE
ENVY IN CALIFORNIA
Flowers in Golden state' Are Pretty
-Yes-But Odorless.

San Francisco, Cal-"When we
brought flowers from Iowa to be used
in the dedicatory exercises for the
Iowa Building at the exposition, we
opened the eyes of great many Cali
fornians," was the parting comment
of w. G. Haskell, of Cedar Rapids, one
of the commissioners from Iowa, when
he left today for home.
why, those Californians didn't
know until they got the perfume from
those Iowa roses that flowers main.
tanned their fragrance more than two
or three hours after being cut" con-
tinued Mr.. Haskell. "The flowers we
had were cut on Saturday and
shipped from Council Bluffs on Sun
day morning. They got here Wednes.
day noon and all day Thursday the
air was heavy with their perfume.
II was down town at noon the day
of the dedicatory exercises and bought
large bunch of violets from peddler
on street corner. They looked like
violets and smelled like violets when
! bought them. brought them out to
the building and presented them to
the ladies who were in the receiving
line. But when | got them out here
they still looked like violets, but they
had no fragrance at all. l discovered
later that the flower peddlers down
town continually spray the violets
with some kind of perfume. One good
breeze from the Pacific and the per-
fume is gone.
Down at Palo Alto the other day l
saw very beautiful magnolia tree in
full bloom. A gardener was fussing
around it and went over and tried to
find out what California magnolia
smelled like.
They are pretty to look at said
the gardener but they haven't any
odor'
"And thereby we disprove the theory
that a rose Ian Iowa rose) in any
other place would smell as sweet"
Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1915-06-03
IOWA." IN RED CORN,
MAKES HIT AT BIG SHOW
Letters Six Feet High Suggested by
Iowa Farmer.

Ames, lat takes a stranger some
time to present thought which has
been overlooked by those who have
charge of some large undertaking. The
experts who built the Iowa booth in
the Agricultural Palace at the Pan
ama-Pacific International Exposition
have been complimented by everyone
who has seen the Iowa booth at San
Francisco. Apparently it was as COM
plete as any booth could be, and as at.
tractive.
But the other day farmer walked
into the Agricultural Palace and COM
ing down the aisle toward the center
OF the building saw this huge pile Of
corn, reaching forty-ive feet toward
the ceiling and containing apparently
1000 bushels of the prettiest yellow
corn ever grown anywhere.
THAT must be Iowa's exhibit" he
soliloquized. He had to guess at it,
because from where he stood he could
only see this great pile of corn, the
two large Iowa signs which are on
either side of the aisle of corn were
hidden by two posts.
The farmer, and farmer he happened
to be, walked up to the booth where
| twenty-five or thirty persons were Wis
iting and calling over to Fred Hether-
shaw who is in charge, said:
Do YOU folks grow any red corn in
| lowa?' Mr.. Hethershaw assured him
| that Iowa grew some of the best red
corn in the world.
We'll, them continued the stranger,
why don't you take some red ears
and put a great big sign across the
! front of that yellow pile of corn, just
put in the word Iowa in letters six
feet high
Mr.. Hethershaw presented the
thought to members of the commits
sion and they, in turn, talked it over
with the director of the Palace of Ag-
riculture. The net result is that Wis.
itors to the Iowa booth in the Agricul-
tural Palace now see the word Iowa
in the most conspicuous part of that
conspicuous exhibit"