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The Carlisle independent., 1915-05-06
SYNOPSIS.

In the New York home of James Brood. his son Frederic. receives a wireless from him. Frederic tells Lydia Des- mond, his fancee. that the message an- nounceS his fathers marriage, and orders Mrs. Desmond the housekeeper and Lydia's mother, to prepare the house for an immediate homecoming. Brood and his bride arrive. She wins Frederic's lik- ing at first meeting. Brood shows dislike and yelled hostility to his son. Lydia and Mrs. Brood met in the jade-room. where Lydia works as Broodis secretary Mrs Brood is startled by the appearance of Ranjab, Broods Hindu servant She makes changes in the household and gains her husbands consent to send Mrs. Des- mond and Lydia away. She fascinates Frederic. She begins to fear Raujab in his uncanny appearances and disappear ances, and Frederic. remembering his fathers East Indian stories and firm be- hef Tn magic. fears unknown evil. Ran 1ab performs feats of magic for Dawes and Riggs. F'rederic's father. jealous. un- justly orders his son from the dinner table as drunk. Brood tells the story of Ran 1ab's life to his guests He killed a wom- an who was unfaithful to him YVonne plays with Frederic's infatuation for her Her husband warns her that the thing must not go on. She tells him that he stlil loves his dead wife. whom he drove from his home, through her. Yvonne 4Yonne plays with Brood, Frederic and Lydia as with figures on a chess board. Brood, madly jealous tells Lydia that Frederic is not his son.
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CHAPTER X-Continued.

And now, Mir Brood, may I ask why you have always intended to tell me this dreadful thing?" she demanded. her eyes gleaming with a fierce, accus- ing light
 He stared. "Doesn't-doesn't it put a different light on your estimate of him? Doesn't it convince you that he is not worthy of
 No! A thousand times mol" she cried. "1 love him. If he were to ask me to be his wife tonight l would re- 1oice-oh. I would rejoice! Someone is coming. Let me say this to you, MT. Brood: You have brought Frederic up as butcher fattens the calves and swine he prepares for slaughter. You are waiting for the hour to come when you can kill his very soul with the weapon you have held over him for so long, waiting, waiting, waiting! In Gods name, what has he done that you should want to strike him down after all these years? It is in my heart to curse you, but somehow l feel that you are curse to yourself! 1 will not say that l cannot understand how you feel about everything. You have sui fered. l know you have, and I-I am sorry for you. And knowing how bit ter life has been for you, implore you to be merciful to him who is inno- cent"
 The man listened without the slight est change of expression. The lines seemed deeper about his eyes, that was all. But the eyes were bright and as hard as the steel they resem- bled
 You would marry him?"
 Yes, yes!"
 Knowing that he is a scoundrel?"
 How dare you say that. MT. Brood?"
 Because" said he levelly. he thinks he is my son." Voices were heard on the stairs, Frederic's and Yvonne's. He is coming now, my dear" he went on and then, after a pause fraught with significance, and my wife is with him."
 Lydia closed her eyes as if in dire pain. A dry sob was in her throat
 A strange thing happened to Brood, the man of iron. Tears suddenly rushed to his eyes.
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the dining-room window. It was sly. covert though intensely eager took that he directed at another window far below If he hoped for some sign or life in his fathers study he was to be disappointed The curtains hung straight and motionless. He would have denied the charge that he longed to see Yvonne sitting in the easement. waiting to wait sign of greeting up to him, and yet he was conscious of a feeling of disappointment, even an- noyance.
 With considerable adroitness Lydia engaged his attention at the piano. Keyed up as she was. his every emo tion was plain to her perceptions. She had anticipated the motive that led him to the window She knew that 1t would assert itself in spite of all that he could do to prevent. She wait ed humbly for the thing to happen. pain in her heart, and when her read ing proved true. she was prepared to combat it's effect Music was her only ally.
 How does it go. Freddy-the thing gon were playing before breakfast?"= She was trying to pick up the elusive air. It is such fascinating, ador- able thing Is this Tight?'
 He came over and stood beside her. His long. slim fingers joined hers on the keyboard. and the sensuous strains of the waltz responded to his touch. He smiled patiently as she struggled to repeat what he had played. The fever of the thing took hold of him at last. as she had known it would. Leaning over her shoulder. his cheek quite close to hers. he played. Her hands dropped into her lap Finally she moved over on the bench and he sat down beside her. He was absorbed in the undertaking. His brow cleared His smile was a happy. eager one.
 Its tricky thing. Lyddy," he said. enthusiastically. but you'll get it. Now, listen "
 For an hour they sat there, master and pupil, sweetheart and lover and the fear was less in the heart of one when. tiring at last. the other con tentedly abandoned the role of task master and threw himself upon the couch, remarking as he stretched him. self in luxurious ease:
 T like this, Lyddy. l wish you didn't have to go over there and dig away at that confounded journal like this so well that, 'pon my soul, I'd enjoy loafng here with you the whole day long"
 Her heart leaped You shall have your wish, Freddy" she said. barely able to conceal the note of eagerness
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tonight that you are not sure that you really love him. You"
 She stopped him with a quick ges- ture. Her eyes were smoldering. Where is he? Gone away with her? Go and look. do.'
 They're in the hall. l shall take her home, never fear. l fancy he's try ing to explain your insinuating-"
 She turned on him furiously Are you featuring me? What a tempest in teapot"
 "Lydia's as good as gold. She"
 Then take her home at once" sneered Yvonne This is no place for her"
 Frederic paled. You're not trying to say that my father would-Good Lord, Yyonne. you must be crazy! Why. that is impossible! Tiff 1 thought" He clinched his fists and glared over his shoulder, missing the queer little smile that fitted across her face.
 You do love her, then" she said, her voice suddenly soft and caressing. He stared at her in complete bewil- derment
 "I-I-Lord, you gave me shock" He passed his hand across his moist forehead. Tt can't be so. Why, the very thought of it."
 q suppose shall have to apologize to Lydia" said she, calmly Your fath- ther will exact it of me, and I shall obey. Well, I am sorry. How does it sound, coming from me? T am sorry, Lydia Do say it prettily?"
 'I don't understand you at all, Yvonne. I adore you, and yet, by heaven. I-I actually believe l hated you just now. Listen to me: I've been treating Lydia vilely for a long. long time, but-shes the finest, best. dear est girl in the world You-even you. Yvonne-shall not utter word against"
 "Ai-e! What heroics!" she cried ironically. You are splendid when
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CHAPTER xI.
A Tempest Raqes.

Yvonne stopped in the doorway. Ranjab was holding the curtains aside for her to enter. The tall figure of Frederic loomed up behind her, his dark face glowing in the warm light that came from the room. She had changed her dress for an exquisite orchid colored tea-gown of chiffon un- der the rarest and most delicate of lace. For an instant her gaze rested on Lydia and then went questioningly to Brood's face. The girls confusion had not escaped her notice. Her hus- bands manner was but little less con- yicting. Her eyes narrowed.
 "Ranjab said you were expecting us," she said slowly. She came for ward haltingly, as if in doubt as to her welcome Are we interrupting?
 "Of course not" said Brood, a flush of annoyance on his cheek. Lydia is tired. I sent Ranjab down to ask Frederic to-"
 Frederic interrupted, trife too eagerly. '1'll walk around with you, Lydia It's raining, however. Shall I get the car out, father?"
 No, mol" cried Lydia. painfully con- scious of the rather awkward situa- tion. And please don't bother, Freddy. I can go home alone. It's only a step" She moved toward the door, eager to be away.
 I'll go with you." said Frederic de- cisively. He stood between her and the door, an embarrassed smile on his lips. I've got something to say to you. Lydia" he went on. lowering his voice.
 James. dear" said Mrs. Brood. shaking her finger at her husband and with an exasperating smile on her lips, you are working the poor girl too hard. See how late it is! And how nervous she is. Why, you are trembling, Lydial For shame, James i"
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Good Lord, that was close" cried Frederic. There was no sign of q storm when we came in-just a steady, gentle spring rain"
 'I am frightened" shuddered Yvonne. wide-eyed with fear Do you think
 There came another deafening crash The glare filled the room with bril- liant. greenish hue. Ranjab was standing at the window. holding the curtains apart while he peered upward across the space that separated them from the apartment building beyond the court
 Take me home. Frederic!" cried Lydia, frantically She ran toward the door
 T will come" he exclaimed, as they raced down the stairs. Don't be
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CHAPTER XII.
The Day BetMeen.

Frederic opened his eyes at the sound of a gentle, persistent tapping on the bedroom door. Resting on his elbow, he looked blankly, wonderingly about the room and-remembered It was broad daylight The knocking continued. He dreamed on, his blink ing eyes still seeking out the dainty, Lydialike treasures in the enchanted room.
 Frederic. Get up! It's nine o'clock Or will you have your break fast in bed, sir" It was Lydia who spoke, assuming fine Irish brogue in imitation of their little maid of all work.
 "I1l have to, unless my clothes have come over?"
 They are here. Now, do hurry"
 He sprang out of bed and bounded across the room. She passed the gar ments through the partly opened door
 He was artistic, temperamental Such as he have not the capacity for haste when there is the slightest op- portunity to dream and dawdle. He was a full quarter of an hour taking his tub and another was consumed in getting into his clothes. He sallied forth in great haste at nine-thirty-five and was extremely proud of himself, although unshayed
 His first act, after warmly greeting Mrs. Desmond. was to sit down at the piano Hurriedly he played few jerky, broken snatehes of the haunt ing air he had heard the night before
 I've been wondering if l could re- member it" he apologized as he fol- lowed them into the dining-room. Whats the matter. Lydia? Didn't you sleep we'll? Poor old girl. was beast to deprive you of your bed"
 T have a mean headache. that's all," said the girl, quickly He noticed the dark circles under her eyes. and the queer expression, as of trouble, in their depths. Tt will go as soon as I've had my coffee"
 Night with its wonderful sensations was behind them. Day revealed the shadow that had fallen. They uncon- sciously shrank from it and drew back into the shelter of their own misgiv- wings. The joyous abandon of the night before was dead Over it's grave stood the specter of unrest, leering.
 When he took her in his arms later on. and kissed her. there was not the shadow of a doubt in the mind of either that the restraining influence of condition over which they had no control was there to mock their en- deavor to be natural. They kissed as through a veil. They were awake once more. and they were wary, uneon- vinced The answer to their questions came in the kiss itself. and constraint fell upon them.
 Drawn by an impulse that had been struggling within him for some time, Frederic found himself standing at
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Played Few Jerky, Broken Snatches
 of the Haunting Air.

in her voice. T am not going to work today Thy head, you know. Mother telephoned to MT Brood this morning before you were up. Stay here with me. Don't go home. Freddy. r."
 "Oh. I've got to have it out with father sometime" he said, bitterly. Tt may as well be now as later on- We've got to come to an understand ing"
 Her heart was cold. She was afraid of what would come out of that "un- derstanding" All night long she had lain with wide-staring eyes, thinking of the horrid thing James Brood had said to her Far in the night she aroused her mother from a sound sleep to put the question that had been torturing her for hours. Mrs. Desmond confessed that her husband had told her that Brood had never con- sidered Frederic to be his son. and then the two lay side by side for the remainder of the night without utter ing a word and yet keenly awake. They were thinking of the hour when Brood would serve notice on the in truder!
 Lydia now realized that the hour was near. Have it out with father. he had said in his ignorance, He was preparing to rush headlong to his doom. To prevent that catastrophe was the single. all-absorbing thought in Lydia's mind Her only hope lay in keeping the men apart until she could extract from Brood promise to be merciful. and this she intended to accomplish if she had to go down on her knees and groyel before the man.
 "Oh. Freddy" she cried, earnestly, .whv take the chance of making a bad matter worse?" Even as she uttered the words she realized how stupid, how intellectual they were.
 Tt can't be much worse" he said, gloomily. q am inclined to think he'd relish straight-out, fair and square talk. anyhow. Moreover, l mean to take Yvonne to task for the thing she said-or implied last night About you. I mean She"
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Now get out of those coats, and-oh. dear, how wet you are! A hot drink for both of you"
 Would you mind asking Jones to send over something for me to wear in the morning?" said Frederic. grin ming as be stood forth in his evening clothes.
 Ten minutes later, as he sat with them before an open fire and slipped the toddy Mrs. Desmond had brewed, he cried: q say. this is great!"
 Lydia was suddenly shy and embar- rassed
 Good night" she whispered. Her fingers brushed his cheek lightly He drew her down to him and kissed her passionately.
 Goodnight, my Lyddy!" he said, softly, his cheek flushing.
 She went quickly from the room.
 
 Later he stood in her sweet. dainty little bedroom and looked about him with feeling of mingled awe and wonder All Of her intimate. exquisite belongings. the sauctifed treasures of her most secret domain were about him. He wandered. He fingered the articles on her dressing table; smelled of the perfume bottles and smiled as he recognized the sweet odors as be- ing a part of her, and not a thing unto themselves; grinned delightedly at his own photograph in it's silver frame that stood where she could see it the last thing al night and the first thing in the morning; caressed-ay, caressed the little hand mirror that had re- fiected her gay or troubled face so many times since the dear Christmas day when he had given it to her with his love. He stood beside her bed where she had stood, and the soft rug seemed to respond to the delightful tingling that ran through his bare feet. Her room. Her bed! Her do- main.
 Suddenly he dropped to his knees and buried his hot face in the cool. white sheets. and kissed them over and over again. Here was sanctuary! His eyes were wet with tears when he arose to his feet. and his arms went out to the closed door.
 My Lyddy!" he whispered chok- ingly.
 
 Back there in the rose-hued light of James Brood's study. Yvonne cringed and shook in the strong arms of her husband all through that savage storm. She was no longer the defi- ant, self-possessed creature he had come to know so well, but a shrinking, trembling child, stripped of all her brayado. all her arrogance. all her seeming guile pathetic whimper crooned from her lips in response to his gentle words of reassurance She was afraid-desperately afraid-and she crept close to him in her fear.
 And he? He was looking backward to another who had nestled close to him and whimpered as she was doing now-another who had lived in terror when it stormed.
The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1915-10-15

day, but it is certain that a man
may not purchase a cigar nor a
woman a piece Of chewing gum
on that day. The law forbids
women offering prizes at card
parties. and boys are not allowed
to purchase nor smoke cigarettes.
The law also forbids trusts or
business combinations in tb e
state. In spite of these laws,
however, public opinion in many
towns demands the theater re-
main open on Sunday, baseball is
played, summer parks run and
even the big state fair was open
on the Sabbath. The passage of
laws is not more important than
the repeal of those that have be-
come obsolete or which are multi
fed by public opinion. Having 9
law upon the books which cannot
be enforced produces that great
evil a disrespect for all laws.
When the people realize that a
law cannot be enforced, even if 8
majority seems to favor it, they
should not allow themselvelves tc
be made the cats-paw Of the poll.
ticians, but should demand its
immediate repeal.
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Strange Iowa Laws

A determination to enforce the
existing laws Of low would
prove the political oblivion of of.
ficials of that state. Some Of
these strange laws have been on
the statute books for years. New
laws governing the same things
have been passed without repeal
ing the old ones, with the result
that a person desiring to conform
to all the laws would find himself
seriously embarrassed by conflict
ing legal demands on his conduct.
For instance newspaper publish
ers have found a demand in Iowa
for Sunday newspapers, yet a
law forbids publishing a news
paper on Sunday in that state.
If the laws were observed, no
places Of amusement-picture
shows, theaters, baseball parks
or summer parks would be open
on Sunday. The law says no
dainties nor luxuries may be pur-
chased on Sundays, nor is any
street car allowed to run on the
Sabbath. There is a question
that a railroad train may be run
through the state legally on Sum-
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Statement of Ownership

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management, circulation, etc.,
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1912, Of The Ekalaka Eagle, pub
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The Prescott daily news., 1915-04-06
AUTO AGENCIES REPORT
 INCREASE OF BUSINESS

Financial depression has evidently not struck with Tightening like force, the Arkansans who have inclinations to become owners of automobiles. There are a dozen or more agencies at which automobiles are sold in Lit tie Rock, and all but two of these re port that they have orders for cars much in excess of he number they can supply. They state that the factories cannot exceed their anticipated output for the year because they cannot se- cure additional parts over their con tract. Hence many who have money to burn must let it wither in their pockets until the 1916 models appear, which will be about July.
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my Burns knocked out Bill Squires,

my Burns knocked out Bill Squires, round.
 Dec. 26, 19O8-At Sidney, Austra- lia, Jack Johnson (colored) won from Tommy Burns, 14 rounds.
 Oct. 16, 1909-At Colma, Cal, Jacl, Johnson knocked out Stanley Ketchell, 12 rounds.
 July 1, 1910-At Reno, New, Jack Johnson knocked out J. J. Jefries, IF rounds.
 July 1, 1912-At Las Vegas, N. M., Jack Johnson won from Jim Flynn, 9 rounds.
 June 27, 1914-At Paris, France, Jack Johnson won from Frank Moran 20 rounds.
 April 5, 1915-At Havana, Cuba, Jess Willard wins from Jack Johnson in the 26th round
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PROJECT MAY NOT
 BE ABANDONED
Exposition in Arkansas in 1919 Com memOrating Centenary of Admis- sion of State as a Territory
 May be Held.

Failure on the part of the recent legislature to make an appropriation to provide for board to take the nee esary steps to hold an exposition in Arkansas in 1919, commemorative the centenary of the admission og Arkan- sas as territory. will not necessarily cause the project to be abandoned It was the plan of those suggesting the celebration that this commission be appointed with a small appropriation which would permit it to proceed with the preliminaries until the next ses- sion of the legislature, when it would be known the amount necessary to complete the project.
 It is argued that the Confederate reunion did more to advertise Arkan- sas than any thing else, but those who came to Little Rock at that time were mostly from the South who were al- ready we'll advised as to the resources of the state. These same people de- clare that an exposition in 1919 would be the only one of the year, and well advertised it would bring people from every section of North America to look over the wonderful resources of the state. Held in the fall of the year it~ would show Arkansas at it's best, and with hundreds of thousands of ad- missions, the advertisement would be well worth the cost, no matter what it might be.
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WEIGHT CHAM PIONSHIP BOUTS UNDER
 QUEENSBURY RULES

Sept. ', 1S92-At New Orleans, La, Jim Corbett knocked out John L. Sul- livan, 21 rounds.
 Jan. 25, 1S94-At Jacksonville, Fla, Jim Corbett knocked out Charley Mitchell champion of England, 3 rounds.
 March r, 1S97-At Carson City, New, Bob Fitzsimmons knocked out J. J. Corbett, 14 rounds.
 June 9, 1S99-At Coney Island, N. Y, Jas. J. Jeffdies knocked out Bob Fitzsimmons, Il rounds.
 Nov. 3, 1S99-At Coney, Island, N. lY., J. J. Jeffries won from Thomas l J. Sharkey, challenger 25 rounds.
 July 25, 19O2-At San Francisco, Cal, J. J. Jetfries knocked out Bob Fitzsimmons, challenger, rounds. August, 14,1903-At San Francisco Cal, J. J. Jeffries knocked out J.. J. Corbett, challenger, 10 rounds.
 Aug. 26, 1904-At San Francisco, Cal. J. J. Jeffries knocked out Jack Munroe, challenger, ? rounds.
 July 3, 1905-J. J. Jeffries, having previously announced his retirement ofiiciated as referee at Reno, Nev., and declared Marvin Hare champion when the latter knocked out Jack Root, r. rounds.
 February 23, 1906-At Los Angeles Cal, Tommy Burns won from Marvin Hart, 20 rounds.
 May T, 1907-At Los Angeles, Cal, Tony Burns won from Jack O'Brien, 20 rounds.
 | July i, 19O7--At Colma, Cal, Tom