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The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-09-25

The comment of the Wichita Eagle, edited by Victor Murdock, one of the leading Progressives' of Kansas, are strikingly direct:
 MT. Hughes has been unfortunate in his campaign tour. It Is merely stating the obvious to say that MT. Hughes has disappointed the hopes of Progressives. Though criticising MT. Wilson's foreign policy MT. Hughes has offered no alternative policy. .. Progressives will find it Increasingly difficult to accept MT. Hughes and the decidedly wish-washy platform he has thus far put forward" The Terre Haute (Indiana) Star, Rep, says:
 MT. Hughes candidacy for the nomination at the hands of his un- asked supporters was based on the promise: Wait till he speaks. Then everything will be cleared up.' The same promise was held out when the declaration on 'undiluted American ism was considered unsatisfactory; it was used again at the time of his en- dorsement by the Progressive Ma tional Committee; it was called into play after his formal address of &C., 
 by his own committeeman"
 No Evidence of Results.
 Opinion in the Middle West is. re. flected by the following from the Chi cago Herald. independents:
 INT. Hughes has made number of speeches out West, and it is generally admitted that there is at present no glow in the Western skies indicative of anybody setting the woods and prairies af1re. It may be that this mass of criticism, these numerous counts in the indictment which he has evidently prepared with lawyer-like dryness, are making an impression. But the detached and impartial ob- server is forced to the conclusion that the evidences of results are at present not particularly plain"
 Disapproval of MT. Hughes fault finding campaign" is commonly ex- pressed in both Republican and Inde- pendent papers. Notable among these is the o2irson of William Allen White in the Emporia Gazette, and widely quoted throughout the West the gist of which is that the mere assaillas of the President is likely to bear poor fruit
 Has No Issues.
 The Sioux City Tribune, Republican. quoting the remarks of MT. White, asks the reason for this strange cam paign, and concludes that it is mere avoidance either because of the ina bility of the Republican candidate to find stronger ground or his unwilling ness to take positive stand upon the really crucial questions of the houk,
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-09-25

For a long time have suffered with headaches and sour stomach, my face would blotch and my complexion would get rough and pimply. would have a burning sensation in my stom- ach after meals. felt tired and lan- guid, half sick and drowsy. I had tried many remedies, but would get no relief until started taking Lax-a- Tone about four weeks ago and you can see for yourself that I am now in good health and heartily indorse this remedy"
 For sale at Hartigan's Drug Stores. S1 Fairfield avenue and Main and Congress streets.-Adv.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-09-25
GUESTS IN VIENNA
 HOTELS ARE ASKED
 TO BRING OWN BREAD

Zurich, Switzerland. Sept. 25.-Press despatches from Vienna say there has been bread famine there for Several days owing to transportation difficult ties An official decree has been pulp lished, forbidding hotels and restau- rants of Vienna and Lower Austria to supply bread to guests. who must bring their own. Railway service has been greatly dislocated since Rumania entered the war.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-09-25
MRS. PETERSON RECOVERING

Friends of Mrs. Elmira Peterson of Washington Bridge. Stratford, were pleased today when they learned a slight improvemtnt had been made in her condition! Mrs. Peterson was in- jured last week when alighting from trolley car in Main street, Bridge port She stepped into defect in the running board and fell to the pave- ment Her right ankle. elbow and knee were severely hurt, and she suf- fered internally. She is resting com fortably at home.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-09-25
.CANCSTERS KILL POLICEMAN; ONE
 OF BAND DYING

Cleveland, Sept. 25.-Police Sergeant Henry Froelich died in a hospital here early today from a revolver wound re- cetved last night while rounding up gang of gun carriers. The man who shot him escaped.
 Another member of the gang was shot by Froelich as he fell. Police have placed a guard over Joseph An astasia in a hospital here with a re- volver wound as the man they believe Froelich shot. They have as yet been unable to find any trace of the officers slayer.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-09-25
EsrABIhsHEs AUTO RECORD

San Francisco. Sept. 25.---Ten days, 21 hours and three minutes was the new transcontinental round trip auto- mobile records hung up yesterday when A. H. Patterson. who drove the car on the last relay of the long jour ney arrived in San Francisco. The distance covered was 6,592 miles,
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-09-25
IT IS A
 WONDERFUL TONIC
Miss Kate Moore, StratfOrG Lady, Says Lax-a-Tossc Is
 a Great Remedy.

Talk about powder and cosmetics, said Miss Moore at Hartigan's Drug Store, S1 Fairfield avenue, I have found something that cleared up my skin and took away that sallow, muddy [, look and that something is Lax-a-Tone Miss Moore. says: :,
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-09-25
, GRAIN DEALERS MEET.

Baltimore, Sept. 25-The 20th an- nual convention of the Grain Dealers National Association opened today. After routine business ad1ournrnent was taken until afternoon when Pres- ident Wilson was to make an address.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-09-25
WANTED

A few healthy young men that can spare some blood to report at Brideport Hospital be, fore 8 o'clock tomorrow morn ing, Tuesday, Sept. %, 1916.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-09-25

Ellison Scott, a negro sentenced to be hanged for the murder of his sister in-law, was reprieved, for the eighth time.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-09-25

Columbia University will open We'd nesday.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-09-25

AND PALMS. JOHN RICK & SON
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-09-25

ham, chicken, bread and butter and oranges for the half famished wanderers.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-09-25
OBITUARY
ELSIE MEIDERsCHuH.

The home of MT. and Mrs. Fred Meiderschuh. Jackson and Thompson streets, Stratford, is saddened by the death of their little, daughter. Elsie. aged one year and two months. The child was suffering from cholera in- fantum and was removed to the Bridgeport hospital where death claim ed it Saturday afternoon. Rev. Paul S. CIemen. pastor of the German St. Paulus Lutheran church conducted funeral service at 2:30 this afternoon The burial was in Park cemetery.
 An eight hour day in all the in dustries seems Inevitable, as the housewives can be depended on to work twelve in the home to make up for higher prices on everything.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-07-23

from one another by the misery which each
of them had to bear
An hour passed-an uneasy and cherries
eternity.
The wagon rolled heavily over wooden
bridge. II sounded like distant thunder-like
the thunder of battle far behind the noun
tains.
The captain raised himself with an effort
and thrust his head forward. There was a
martial flash in his eyes. The woman drew
back and crouched tmdly against the side
board of the cart.
Then the captain began to talk, confusedly,
disconnectedly, as if tormented by fearful
visions. Memories seemed to empty them
selves out of his darkening SOUL Once more
pictures of the frightful Russian battles
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| have looked for him. have not been able
to find his regiment"
Softly weeping, she sank back and resumed
her brooding attitude.
The lieutenant in the corner kept on smiling.
Did he see always in his dream the beautl-
full, sad face of the woman which the ray OF
the searchlght had revealed?
All at once he began to sing.
None of the words could be understood II
was a song out of the twilight of the soul,
melodious, though broken; it was dreamy
love song from the sunny plains of Hungary,
sweet like the nightingale music of far-of
violins.
The woman raised her head. Her soft weep
ing stopped. Slowly she CROPPED toward the
lieutenant The straw rustled under her
hands and knees. The wheels creaked under
the cart The hoofs of the horse beat monoto-
nousy on the road. In the distance the lights
of Lubienko shone.
But she heard and saw none of those things.
The soft tones played strangely with her soul.
Wonderful images arose like tender glow of
sunrise out of the lost shadows of the night
and sweet hope blossomed in her mind. She
lifted her face to the dreamer; her lips almost
touched his trembling mouth. 1t was as If
she wanted to drink the song from his lips.
Slowly, tenderly, imporingly she said
as it not so? 1t was not Lieutenant
Haljos?"
But no answer came. The eyes of the
dreaming man remained closed. Only the
melody of the love song crossed his lips.
And the woman listened, spellbound by the
sweetness of the song.
Shyly she laid her hands on his shoulders.
They yielded under the gentle pressure The
eyes opened, the lips ceased to move. A won
derful light came out of the mans eyes. Then
the lids sank and the body collapsed
The woman remained quite motionless until
the wagon stopped before the hospital door.
The driver bent over and saw that both the
men were dead
~ thought" he said indiferently, that
should never get them to Lubienka alive. Get
out, please, lady. We are there"
The woman looked at him with big, staring
eyes. Then she nodded obediently and got out
of the wagon. The light which came from the
hospital illumined her face. 1t was alto
gether tranquil. The set features had Won
derful effect of beauty. A soft smile wreathed
her delicate mouth.
The peasant noticed this, was startled, and
stepped back reverenty.
Calmly, without looking to either side the
woman walked away. She lived no longer in
the fearful present She lived only IN the
sweetness of the past.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-07-23
THE CART OF DEATH BY Kurt Kuechlsr
Translated from the German cih Introductory comment
by William L. Mcpherson

The sketch which foiioVs is from the pen of
ry,t Kuechlcr critic, dromotist and Journal
/, one Of the most promising Of tic younger
..,,srs Of North Gersany. For some pears
!, r1s on the steG Of one Of the leading North
c,,man newspapers, the "Hambvgor Frem-
S,,blatt." He is the author of scrcrdl sue
,,ssf,d plays, one Of 'chich, Der Somme,t
spuck." ,ccs produced al the being Place
Tbsotre. IN tbiS city. IN October, 1912. 3
The story speaks for itself. II is notGbie 5or
- simplicity Of form and high inoglnotire
porcr. Wut The use Of the slightest mato,1dl
! real structure Of tragedy is built 'p, and a
r,yq deep and human note is struck IN a thor
os5bw original 'c0y. Bare as as outline IS,
,lf tale is rich ia dramatic and poetic sagges-
,;on.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-07-23

A CAPTAIN of the Hungarian Honved,
N who, at the head of his company had
4 y charged audaciously after the retreat
ing Russians lay gravely wounded in half
sestroyed barracks on the road between Bory-
sl.v and Lubicnko. With fixed bayonets his
,oo,le had chased the Russians down the
northern slopes of the Carpathians. Now they
we're already far beyond Boryslav and could
500. perbaps. the towers of Stryj rising from
the level Galician plain. But he himself lay
there helpless. with desperate wound in his
breast-a part of the blood-staned aftermath
Il the battle He was waiting for the wagon
WITCH was to carry him to Lubienko.
Il was late afternoon.
Through the frightful smoke cloud which
hung ike a pail over Boryslav there came now
and then a ray of Redeemed sunlight. But
even redder were the flames which for seconds
At time burst through the denseness of the
smoke cover like fiery breath from the jaws
u hell. The fleeing Russians had set the
torch to the hundred naphtha wells Of Bory-
sav The black, sooty columns. which rose
heavily and silently to heaven, produced twi-
light effect The blaze which broke out of the
well openings, clambered up the gigantic pump
towers and shot out toward the edges OF the
vast overhanging canopy could do little or
nothing 10 dissipate the gloom.
The captain saw nothing Of these gigantic
masses of SCOT and smoke. He lay only half
conscious on a pile of straw in a corner OF
the barracks A dull pain burrowed in his
shattered breast. His spirit was already trav-
cling the darkened roads between life and
death. His soul was in that halfway state
in which JOY and sorrow the thirst for life
and the fear of DEATH mingle in an indistinct
and dreamy sense Of exhaustion. When the
driver lifted him and placed him in the straw
of an old peasant cart he remained completely
passive.
A young Honved lieutenant, who, with a
Bood-soaked bandage about his head, was al
ready sitting in a corner of the cart, weakly
lifted his hand in greeting. But the captain
did not notice it.
The wheels creaked as the vehicle, with its
sorrowful load, got into motion.
It was truly a wagon of death
A lean horse, with a black, seruffy coat,
leaned YEARLY and with hanging head in the
patched-up harness. The driver, an old,
white-haired. crook-backed peasant from some
village in Galicia, whose farmhouse the Rus
slams had burned, sat on the front piece Of the
cart and held the reins loosely in his trembling
hands. The old framework of the wagon
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formed in his brain, and his trembling lips
translated them into broken phrases.
1.-THE Russians-the Russians-there in the
pine wood-in the trench. Don't you see the
trench, men? Don't you see them? Back, you
fools-God in heaven-all gone, all lost"
His voice died down to a whimper. The
woman closed her eyes in fear and horror.
The lieutenant smiled in his sleep. His
hands opened tenderly, as if they sought to
clasp something soft and sweet. His lips
trembled little, as if they were whispering
name.
The old peasant on the seat board did not
move his head. He had heard so often the
phantasies of dying soldiers. His aged soul
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last sigh came, and then shudder ran through
all his limbs.
With a half-suppressed cry the woman
raised herself She leaned over, with the
upper half of her body toward the captain,
grasped his laxly hanging arms propped his
chin and lifted the head, with its fixed and
staring eyes. The woman cried:
"The name, Speak the name! 1t was not
Lieutenant Haljos? Speak! God in heaven,
only speak"
But the lips of the captain remained dumb.
Whimperingly the woman pleaded:
at isn't so! 1t isn't so that it was
Lieutenant Haljos? Not Lieutenant Haljos!
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had become insensible to the horrors Of the
time.
The captain began to gasp for breath. He
stretched out his arm; his eyes burned with
fever and almost stood out of their sockets,
as if they saw some terrible catastrophe being
enacted. Then the words came again, escap-
ing painfully from the shattered chest--warn-
ing, raging, threatening, as though they were
trying to ward off an imminent disaster.
Halt! Halt! You, down there Don't
rush the trench Do you hear me? Don't go
forward Don't go forward! They are squat
ting there concealed. With machine guns.
Now they fire. All dead, all. My lieutenant
is dead. Lieutenant Hap
He didn't finish the name. His head sank
forward. His body seemed to crumple up.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-07-23

TN COLLEGE Albert achieved the right club
after many nights of worry and rather
- strenuous campaign conducted by his
mother | saw something of Albert in those
days when we were freshmen together, and ne
was always cordial when we were alone. In
public he did not know me so well, and there
were times in the month before his election
when he did not know me at all. did NOT
mind, for knew that election to the club
meant all the difference between success and
failure. Albert could have lost his degree and
laughed about it with the feeling OF good
loser, but the club he required to give mean
ing to his life He made" it, and was never
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groaned. the wheels crunched dolorously in the
sand of the road. 1t seemed as if the vehicle
would fall TO pieces at any moment The
straw and the sideboards both showed dried
out blood stains. How many dying men had
this old cart brought to the hospital? How
many dead men had it carried to their burying
place? s,.hH9t
l.ahoriously they moved along 1t was as
IL the miserable horse felt the menace of the
towering smoke mass rising over Boryslav like
some gigantic, formless beast. He dragged him
self along like a tormented creature, famed in
all his limbs who has no hope of escaping
crushing, on-rushing evil.
j The aged driver sat on the fore rail, dull and
breeding. Behind him the wounded soldiers
~groaned softly.
Once, at a crossroads, sentinel held up
the wagon.
He demanded the password.
"Prnce Eugene" said the peasant with
some difficulty.
The counter password"
"Kolonea."
"PasS on"
The steed trotted ahead.
Night came. But darker than the night
were the monstrous smoke clouds which botted
out the heaven over Boryslav.
The wagon ratified through grove of
birches. The wind sang softly in the leaves
1t sounded sweet and summerlike, as if this
birch wood knew nothing of the Russian terror
which had swept burning and plundering, over
the Galician plain. Yet there were fresh
graves under the waving, softly singing
branches.
Suddenly plaintive woman's voice came out
of the darkness. white hand was raised
implorin9ly out of the shadow.
Halt"
The peasant pulled the reins and made
cracking noise with his tongue. The horse
stopped short and dropped its head.
The woman's voice pleaded:
an Gods name take me along! l can walk
no further"
The peasant made motion of consent with
his head. Painfully the woman clambered
into the wagon, crawled over the straw and
leaned against the sideboard-close up to the
young officer whose head was covered with
blood-soaked bandage.
The horse started to pull, and again the
wheels sighed and groaned.
Inc rays OF searCHllSnI lcib thoIi way
through the darkness like the pale naked arm
Of some mysterious phantom of the air. For
a second the floor of the wagon was lighted up.
The lieutenant looked about and saw the
face of the woman still beautiful in spite of
her distress and her haggardness. The black
hair hung over her brow. In her big eyes
there was an expression of fear and entreaty.
The rays of the searchlight shifted and all
was dark again: The lieutenant let his head
sink The face of the woman had eluded him.
He smiled sadly as if an alluring vision had
been vouchsafed him and then recalled.
The woman, who had seen nothing, sat still
in the wagon, absorbed in her own painful
thoughts She had drawn up her knees, and
the pale, delicate hands were clasped about
them.
The captain dreamed in his heavy sleep-the
semi-coma which separates life from death
His breath came rafting out of his shattered
breast. Three poor creatures-separated
The Bennington evening banner. (Bennington, Vt.) 19??-1961, 1916-04-04
RumOrsd Resignation of Premier
StiTS Business interests
PARLIAMENT PROBE is PROBABLE
Sir WiIfred laurier Declares judicial
Inquiry viii Not Be
Acceptable.

Ottawa, Ontario, April 3.-The story
was circulated today that Sir Robert
Borden was about to resign the Pre-
miership. SO seriously was this TAX
en- by the business interests of the
country that leading railway men and
bankers came to Ottawa TO discover
if the rumor was true. This much may
be said, that the Prime Minister has
no such intention at present
The leading men of both parties are
reticent regarding the situation, but it
is undoubted that considerable uneasi-
ness exists in Cabinet circles. The
fierce indignation Of the people from
coast to coast. as expressed in the
newspapers, is reflected here, and it
will take very radical action on the
part of the Government TO make the
people believe that the Government
has been as careful of their interests
as it should have been. Three hun
dred thousand young men out of g.
| 600, 600 of population, many OF them
| foreign and taking little or no interest
| in the war, have enlisted for overseas
service, and so the question of graft
on munitions goes home with direct
ness that the usual political issue does
| not.
The debate on the resolution to hold
an investigation into the operations OF
the Shell Committee will be resumed
tomorrow evening. Sir Wilfrid Laur-
| Ter demands Parliamentary investi-
cation declaring that the judicial in
Quiry is absolutely unacceptable" 1t
was during this debate that the Kyle
| charges involving General Hughes,
| Colonel J. Wesley Allison, b. f.
Ycakum. Eugene Lignant. and others
we're laid, and it is understood that
| other serious allegations will be made
by the Opposition
| The debate is not expected to end un
I'll General Hughes arrives in Ottawa.
He was expected to sail on Saturday,
but cable from London states that
he inspected the Canadian troops at
Shornclifle today No official state
ment regarding his movements. how
ever. is forthcoming. The fact that
he is reported to be still in England
has aroused considerable indignation
both among the supporters of the Gov
ernment and the Opposition
The Bennington evening banner. (Bennington, Vt.) 19??-1961, 1916-04-04
VILLA UNHURT AND
AGAIN ESCAPES
PURSUERS
According to RumOrs That Come
From the Border
REPORTS ARE CONTRADICTORY
Americans Following Bandits Said Tc
Have Been Misled by Mexican
Natives.

El Paso, Tex, April 4.-Francisco
Villa, unwounded and accompanied by
only eight men, was at Satevo, so
miles south of chihuahua City, two
days ago, according to information re-
ceiyed here yesterday from Mexican
sources which have proved unusually
reliable in the past If this informa-
ton is correct, it bears out previous
reports that the bandit chief is headed
toward parral and is leading his
American pursuers by at least 60
miles. The nearest point to Sateyo
which the American troops are known
to have reached is San Antonio, go
miles TO the northwest
The route said TO have been taken
by Villa is one with which he is
thoroughly familiar and which, in.
deed, is known among poems as Pan
cho's road From Guerrero II leads
across the continental divide through
the Bachiniba pass into broad val
ley which runs east to San Andres,
Villas old headquarters, thence south
to Santa Ysabel, the scene of Villas S
massacre of Is American mining men
and then southeast through Satevo to
Parral.
The man who carried the story OF
Villas arrival at Satevo to III Paso
gave a circumstantial account of the
bandits maneuyers and plan Of cam
paign. While his story is impossi
BILE of verification. his own credible
| ity is vouched for by reputable Amer
lean business men there who have
employed him for several years.
Villa" he said. has never taken
part in any fighting with either Amer
/ .can or Carranza troops. He left the
| main body of his troops in the Guer
| rero district with orders TO oppose as
far as they could the American ad
vance. At the same time the poems
were instructed to give information
freely to American officers always pro
yided that the information was false
"The story of Villa being wounded
was carefully concocted for the ex
press purpose of misleading Gen Per
shing and Col. Dodd into the belle
that the bandit was in hiding in III,
mountains and thereby inducing then
to split their forces into small search
ing parties who would waste thei
time in the wild Sierras while Win;
was making his way safely south
ward" This part of the story is Civ
en- color by the admission Of Gen
Pershing yesterday that his intelli
| gence department has been givel
much misleading information and tha
it was becoming difficult to secure rel
able guides.