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The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-04-02

which would rid me instantly of any
proximity to this hideous object |
flung myself at it-found the knob
turned it and yelled aloud-my foot
had brushed against him. l knew the
difference and it sent me palpitating
over the thresholds; but no farther.
Love Of life had returned with my es-
cape from that awful prison house,
and | halted in the semidarkness into
which | had plunged, thanking heaven
for the thunder peal which had
drowned my loud cry
For | was not yet safe. He was
still there. He had turned out all
lights but one. He had not seen me
and was going. | could hear the
sound of his feet as he went stun
bling in his zigzag course towards the
door. Then every sound both on his
part and on mine was lost in a sWoop
of down-falling rain and | remember
nothing more till out of the blackness
before me, he started again into view,
within the open doorway where in the
glare Of what he called heavens can
dies he stood, poising himself to meet
the gale which seemed ready to catch
him up and whirl him with other in
consequent things into the void of
nothingness. Then darkness settled
again and | was left alone with Muir
der-all the innocence Of my youth
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-04-02
MUCH JOY IN ANTICIPATION
the Credit Which 1t So Thor
ouohly Deserves.

Few people realize how much bene-
fit they obtain from anticipation. In.
deed, were it not for its stimulating
effect upon our minds half the 10y of
living would vanish because by look
ing forward into the future and trying
to realize our pleasures and ambitions
before they actually come to us we
largely increase their happy effects.
The man who is unable to anticipate
the future In any way whatever, who
sees no reason in trying to taste his
joys beforehand, who derives no salts
faction in building upon his hopes,
misses a great deal of very wholesome
pleasure. Common sense tells him, so
he argues, that it is unwise to count
upon anything in this life unless it is
actually in his grasp, but then most
of us get some very real Joy at times
in acting contrary to the routine teach
ing Of common sense We do not
mean BY this, Of course, that it is ever
best to ignore our better judgment
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-04-02
DECORATIONS IN THE HOME
Especial Feature Of the Moment Is
the Lavish Use That Is Being
Made of Lace.

Lace assumes more and more the
important place in the domain of home
furnishing. 1t is so important that
upholsterers have to employ lacemak-
ers and are obliged to make lace pur-
chases on a considerable scale.
Among other things, pianos and win
dows are draped with lace. leaving
room for legitimate upholstery to come
afterWard. All styles are available.
The Renaissance" combines with lace
of quite modern origin. And, combin-
ing with all and second to none in
fashion or effect, is the oldfashioned
crochet. The present taste for
crochet denotes a remarkable revival
in this kind Of thing.
Another revival besides it, and max
ing common cause with house and
especially drawing-room decoration.
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One day in my restless wanderings
about place which had something Of
the nature of a shrine to me, l had
noticed that one Of the windows "a
swinging one) overlooking the ravine
moved as the wind took it. Either the
lock had given way or it had not been
properly fastened. If could only
bring myself to disregard the narrow
ness of the ledge separating the house
from the precipice beneath I felt that
I could reach this window and sever
the vines sufficiently for my body to
press in; and this did that night. I
let myself go-I had to-and imme-
diateIy found myself standing upright
in a space so narrow / could touch the
walls on either side. 1t was closet
II had entered, opening into the huge
dining hall, where l had once sat be-
side my father at the one formal meal
of my life.
remembered that room; it had
made a great impression upon me,
and some light finding its way through
the panes of uncurtalned glass which
topped each of the -hree windows over
looking the ravine, l soon was able to
find the door leading into the drawing
room,
had brought a small lantern in the
bag slung to my shoulders, but | had
not hitherto dared to use it on ac-
count of the transparency of the panes
l have mentioned; but once in the per-
fectly dark recesses of the room be-
yond, drew it out, and without the
least fear of detection boldly turned
it upon the small alcove where stood
the object of my alteration. l knelt
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-04-02

a familiar ring which was not Of the
voice alone, nor yet of some long for
gotten reading. The words were
borne in upon his senses now as in
that long-ago yester-year, when, as q
little lad, he had sat in the living
room Of his home listening to his
fathers heartbroken confession to his
mother that he had failed in business
1t was Easter then as now. On the
broad easement of the low French
window stood row of exquisite white
lilies. His mother had turned from
his stricken father to regard them, and
over her face had come that tender,
confident smile the little lad had so
loved. Consider the lilies," she had
told the man, they toll not, neither
do they spin, yet Solomon In all his
glory was not arrayed like one Of
these" And his father had taken her
into his arms with great sob. while
the little lad had looked on, under.
standing only that his mother had
somehow helped his father over a
great crisis.
And now in the crisis of his own
life, when temptation had mastered
him, he sat alone in a lily-laden
church and 10! the voice of his mother
babe him Consider the lilies" Whence
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-04-02
SYNOPSIS.

A curious crowd OF neighbors invade
the mysterious home Of Judge Ostrander'
county Judge and eccentric recluse, fol-
lowing q yelled woman who proves to be
the widow of a man tried before the judge
and electrocuted for murder years before.
Her daughter is engaged to the judge S
son. from whom he is estranged, but the
murder is between the lovers. She plans
to clear her husbands memory and asks
the judges aid. Deborah Scoville reads
the newspaper clippings telling the. story
Of the murder of Algernon Etheridge by
John Scoville in Dark Hollow, twelve
years before. The Judge and Mrs. SEQ
vile meet at Spencer's Folly and she
shows him how, on the day of the mur-
der. she saw the shadow of a man, whit
Ting a stick and wearing long peaked
cap. The judge engages her and her
daughter Reuther to live with him in his
mysterious home. Deborah and her law
yer. Black, go to the police station and
She discovers a broken knfe-blade point
embedded in It. Deborah and Reuther go
to live with the judge. Deborah sees a
portrait of Oliver. the judges son, with
black band painted across the eyes. That
night she finds, in divers room, cap
with a peak like the shadowed one, and
a knife with a broken blade-point- Anon
ymouS letters and q talk with Miss
Weeks increase her suspicious and fears
She finds that Oliver was in the ravine
on the murder night. Black warns her
and shows her other anonymous letters
limiting at divers guilt: In the court
note. The note is picked up and read
aloud. A mob follows the Judge to his
home. Deborah tells him why suspicion
has been aroused against Oliver.
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-04-02

but, even admitting the fact that al
ticipation is not always the part OF
wisdom. there is no questioning the
fact that it is very delightful to be
unwise in this way at times. If we did
not look forward to what is to come
with hearts full of hope and expec-
fancy how could we get through with
some OF the harder days of life? If
We did not depend in so large a meas
ure upon our anticipations how could
we hope to overcome our discourage
ments? Anticipation Is in a way the
twin sister of the zest of life--Charles
ton News and Courier
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-04-02
Bio Game, Sure.

A senator from southern state
always has an abundance of good
southern tales at his command. Here
is one he tells of some friends of his
who were visiting in Savannah, and
who had chartered an old broken
down hack driven by negro. The
old fellow was native. and, of course.
was on his job in pointing out all the
places of interest along the route. AS
they logged along out in the suburbs
a squirrel appeared in the road That
was sufficient to arouse intense inter
est in one of the party, who inquired,
anxiously:
do you have any big game around
herc2'
eyes, sub; indeed, suh," replied the
darkey; I'VE has baseball. ."-Harper'
Magazine.
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cepting the beating of her own heart,
which had become tumultuous.
Thank God! the manuscript was
legible divers handwriting pos,
sessed the clearness of print. She
had begun to read before she knew 1t.
and having begun, she never paused
till she reached the end.
l was fifteen. 1t was my birthday
and had my own ideas of how want.
ling. My father had no sympathy
with this hobby. To him it was a
waste of time better spent In study
or such sports as would fit me for
study. When on the day l mention
l had a few hours Of freedom. / de-
cided to begin the remodeling in clay
of an exquisite statue which had great
ly aroused my admiration.
This statue stood in forbidden
place. 1t was one of the art treasures
of the great house on the bluff COM
monty called Spencer's Folly. l had
seen this marble once, when dining
there with father, and was so i'm
pressed by It's beauty that it haunted
me night and day. The boy of fifteen
would attempt the impossible. I pro-
cured my clay and then awaited my
opportunity. It came, as have said,
on my birthday.
There was no one living in the house
at this time. Mr.. Spencer had gone
West for the winter. The servants
had been dismissed, and the place
closed.
What to every other person in town
would have seemed an insuperable OBJ
stacle to this undertaking, was no OBJ
stacle to ne. / knew how to get in.
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-04-02
POETRY AT SLUMBER TIME
Right Kind of Reading viii Compose
the Mind for Proper and Salts.
tying Rest

An exchange recommends the read
ing, of a fine soulfelt poem before
retiring for the nights rest 1t tends
to compose the soul and put it in
harmony with the truth and goodness
Of things. "A novel will not DO that.
nor newspaper. nor anything that
sets the mind in fiutter. Read
ing poem-one Of the good old kind
that goes into the heart and has a
nice time there. is like floating down
a quiet stream, past the fragrance Of
mowers and the song of the birds
Never had that experience. eh? Now.
very shiftless, indeed!
Did you ever try reading Snow
Bound" on an evening when the snow
vas piling up the silent deep and
white?" Well, try it, when the wealth
er allows. Whittier will give one some
thing for any evening, Tennyson's
Idyls are little more urgent, but they
are as tranquillizing as a gentle arm
7EosnG gou. Wordsworth is great. but
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-04-02

is the equally old-fashioned netting.
For long years past this species of
handwork has been left almost ex.
clusively to fishermen and their wives.
1t served for fishing nets and that
was about all. But now it Is coming
back as fast as it can to the place
it occupied. let us say, hundred
years ago, in the repertoire of fancy
work for women.
Then was the time when dainty
slipper-cased feet were put forward
and used in the service of the kind of
fancy work known as knitting. Now
machinery does a great deal of the
work which human fingers aided by
the foot used to do.
But whether wrought by fingers or
machinery, it remains a fact that old
fashioned netting is distinct revival
and that Its presence in drawing rooms
throws an air of fashion around them
The effect of embroidery upon 1t are
now more artistic than of yore, ma
ture as we'll as pictures often serving
as models.
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-04-02

He Had Not Seen Me and Was Going
gone, and my soul a very charnel
house.
had to re-enter that closet; had to
take the only means Of escape prof
fered. But l went through it as we go
through the horrors of nightmare.
/ simply did 1t and escaped all
lightning flash and falling limb. and
the lasso Of swirling winds-to find
myself at last lying my full length
along the bridge amid shock of ele-
ments such as nature seldom sports
with Here / clung. for I was breath
less. waiting with head buried in my
arm for the rain to abate before at
tempted a further escape from the
place which held such horror for me!
But no abatement came. and feeling
the bridge shaking under me almost to
cracking, began to crawl, inch by
inch, along its gaping boards till ]
reached Its middle.
There God stopped me.
For, with a clangor as Of rending
worlds, a bolt hot from the zenith,
sped down upon the bluff behind me,
throwing me down again upon my face
and enguling sense and understand.
ing for one wild moment. Then
sprang upright and with yell Of
terror sped across the rocking boards
beneath me to the road, no longer
battling with my desire to look back;
no longer asking myself when and how
that dead man would be found; no
longer even asking my own duty in
the case; for Spencer's Folly was on
fire and the crime l had just seen per-
petrated there would soon be crime
stricken from the sight Of men for
ever.
In the flare of its tremendous burn.
ing l found my way up through the
forest road to my home and into my
fathers presence. He like everybody
else was up that night, and already
alarmed at my continued absence
"Spencer's Folly is on fire." l cried,
as he cast dismayed eyes at my pallid
and dripping figure. If you go to the
door, you can see it,"
But l told him nothing more.
Perhaps other boys of my age can
understand my silence.
CTO BE CONTINUED)
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Stood clutchlng the Seat.

had it come? From the heart Of an
Easter lily? Or had it come into the
house of God with him with a ray Of
moonlight? Or, was the voice in his
brain alone-born of memories? He
could not tell, and 1t did not matter.
When he had laid her away twenty
years ago he had not laid away the
influence that had been hers all
through his young life, her faith In
him. her smile, nor the memory Of a
certain day when he had been gradu-
ated from college and had promised
her that he would seek first the king.
dom of God and his righteousness
through all the days that he should
live. And he had kept his promise
until tonight. when the greed of gold
became the dominating motive Of his
life; tonight, when the thirst for lux.
ury had conquered him.
The cashier stood clutching the seat
of the pew in front of him. his eyes
fixed on the lily-banked altar. Then
he squared his shoulders even as he
had seen his father do in that long
gone year. And when the first soft
flush of Easter day crept across the
eastern sky the money was safe in the
bank again, For the cashier kept faith
with his mother.
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-04-02

ment he had used to himself when he
had taken the money from the safe.
But, strangely. in the midst OF his
effort at justification, the whiteness
and purity of the Easter lilies surged
through his brain.
Then out of the stiffness a sound
was made. 1t was the sound Of a
voice-the voice of his mother.
Consider the lilies" 1t pleaded soft
ly.
The cashier sprang to his feet and
looked about him wildly. There was
no one In the big lily-laden church ex-
cept lf-himself-and the voice.
Consider the lilies," came the ad-
vice to him once more.
The voice was unmistakable. AL
though his mother had been dead 10.
these twenty years. he could never
forget the gentleness of her voice But
that was not all. The admonition had
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-04-02

IN COIFFURES, as IN everything
j else pertaining to dress, the new
spring season has brought with it a
greater variety in styles than has ar
rived for many year. There are the
Victorian coiffures, and that very youth
full and original arrangement of the
hair called the Bobby" Then there
are the coiffures in which the hair is
uncurled, combed back plainly and ar
ranged in long soft puff on top Of the
head and extending down over the
middle of the forehead This is only
good on youthful wearers.
Nearly all the new coiffures show
the hair waved and curled and follow
ing the contour of the head closely.
They rely upon short curls more than
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-04-02

cross-bar pattern In the same fabric
as the coat for an inlay in the collar
and revers and as a border for the
sleeves. This inlay is shown In black
with white bars, in bright green and
In leather color.
The collar is cut SO that it may
be brought up close about the neck.
and, while the coat is not designed
for cold weather, it has plenty Of
warmth to fortify one against the
keen breeze of the sea or the morning
chill of the mountain country and
the "norther' that penetratss to
southern climes.
Such a coat Is destined to outlive
single season; It is 80 sanely fash
ioned that it may be relied upon to
outlast the caprices of style for a year
or So
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-04-02

LEW coats are as graceful as the
! loose-hanging shepherds check.
shown here cut with a moderate fare
and wide capelike sleeves. 1t Is so
roomy that it may be worn over a
tailored suit, but so well adjusted
about the shoulders and SO excellent
in its lines that there is nothing cum
bersome about it.
About nine out Of ten coats of mod.
erately heavy woolen fabrics fail
when 1t comes to being graceful Such
coats must be cut on simple lines.
otherwise they cannot possibly be
smart" The fault usually lies in
breaking up the design with decora-
tive features added for the sake of
novelty. In the coat pictured here
the desired novelty is achieved in the
shape Of the sleeves, the fare Of the
skirts. and in the introduction Of 3
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-04-02
CHAPTER xlli-continued.

Once within the room, he became his
courteous self once more. BE seat.
ed" he begged, indicating chair in
the half gloom. AS she took 1t, the
room sprang into sudden light. He
had pulled the string which regulated
the curtains over the glazed panes in
the ceiling. Then as quickly all was
gloom again; he had let the string es-
cape from his hand.
Half light is better" he muttered
in vague apology.
1t was a weird beginning to an in
terview whose object was as yet in
comprehensive to her. One minute a
binding glimpse of the room whose
details were SO varied that many of
them still remained unknown to her
the next. everything swept again into
shadow through which the tall form of
the genius of the place loomed with
melancholy suggestion!
She was relieved when he spoke.
Mrs. Scoville (not Deborah now
have you any confidence in divers
word? Has there ever been anything
In his conversation as you knew it In
Detroit to make you hesitate to re-
ply?" the Judge persisted, as she con-
tinued speechless.
"No; nothing. I have every con-
f1dence in his assertions. should have
yet, if it were not for this horror"
Forget it for a moment. Recall his
effect upon you as a man, prospec-
tive son-in-law-for you meant him to
marry Reuther."
Il trusted him. would trust him in
many ways yet"
Would you trust him enough to be-
lieve that he would tell you the truth
If you asked him point-blank whether
his hands were clean of crime?"
Yes" The word came in a whis-
per; but there was no wavering in it.
She had felt the conviction dart like
an arrow through her mind that Oil
ves might slay man in his hate
might even conceal his guilt for years
but that he could not lie about it
when brought face to face with an ac-
cuser like herself.
Then l will let you read something
he wrote at my request these many
years ago: An experience-the tale
of one awful night, the horrors of
which, locked within his mind and
mine, have never been revealed to a
third person. That you should share
our secret now, is not only necessary,
but fitting. 1t becomes the widow of
John Scoville to know what sort of a
man she persists in regarding inno-
cent. Wait for me-
With quick step he wound his
way among the various encumbering
pieces of furniture to his bedroom.
Here he fingered so long that, without
any conscious volition of her own she
found herself on her feet, but she
had not had time to reseat herself
when she beheld him approaching with
the bundle of loose sheets clutched in
his hand.
Il want you sit here and read" said
he, laying the manuscript down on a
small table, near the wall under a gas
jet which he Immediately lighted. Il
am going back to my own desk. If you
want to speak, you may; shall not
be working" And she heard his foot.
steps retreating again in and out
among the furniture till he reached his
own chair and sat before his own
table.
This ended all sound in the room ex-
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-04-02
Measures Here and Abroad.

A yard and a pound are for al
practical and most scientific purposes
las the editor Of Nature remarks) the
same in the United States and in Great
Britain. The United States gallon is
only hve-sixths of TIC imperial gal
lon. and the United States bushel ap
proAimately thirty-two thirty-thirds of
the imperial Dushel. Our staDdard
meter is the international pro.c-ype
meter; that of Great Britain is shorter
than ours by six-tenth3 OF e mioron,
or 2.864billiouths Of an inch
The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-04-02
Curious Bite Of Palm Sunday.

Independent OF eggs, hares and
buns, number of curious rites at
tach themselves to Palm Sunday. In
Lincolnshire, England, a churchward-
en- cracks a gad-whip three times dur
ing the reading Of the first lesson
and then seats himself with the con-
gregation. When the reading of the
second lesson begins. He carries his
whip up to the minister. Attached to
it by four strips Of wych elm is .
purse containing 80 pieces Of silver;
this is waved over the minister's
head, and the churchwarden then
kneels before the minister until the
lesson is finished.