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Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-30

ard to hand them to him. looked
through them, picked out one and laid
the rest aside. The one he picked out
was Clem's.
With her own peculiar wisdom Glenn
had written not about him or herself,
but about Red Hill Alan read and
then dropped the letter to his lap. His
hands fell clenched at his sides. His
eyes, grown large, stared out down the
long vista of the mind. Walls faded
away and the sounds of a great ship
at sea were suddenly dumb. To his
ears came instead the caroling of birds
in evening song after rain, to his eyes
vision of Red Hill dripping light
from it's myriad leaves and to his
heart the protecting, brooding shelter
of Maple House-of home.
1t cleanses a mans soul to have been
at deaths door. Sickness, more than
love, leads a man up. Alan was feel
ing cleansed-llke a little child--so 1t
seemed a quite natural thing that the
girl who had taken charge Of him on
his arrival on board should knock at
his door and then walk in. She drew
out camp-stool and sat down beside
him.
She was very small and very young.
not in years but with what Alan
termed to himself acquired youth. Her
nearsighted eyes peered out through
big glasses. They seemed to see only
when they made special effort, and
yet they seemed to give out light.
"You are better?" she asked, and
smiled.
Alan caught his breath at that smile.
"Yes," he said, II am much better to-
day. have had letter from home"
You must get up now and come
up on deck" said the girl. "I'll wait
for you outside" Her voice had a pc
culiar meditation. 1t attracted and
soothed the ear.
Alan frowned and then smiled. GAIL
right" he said, wait for me-" He
dressed laboriously. His hands seemed
weighted.
On deck she had his chair ready for
him beside her own. She tucked his
rug about him and then sat down.
"Don't talk ever, unless you want to-
she said "Silent people are best"
"Why?" asked Alan.
"They are springs. Their souls
bubble"
"And the people that chatter?' asked
Alan.
"They are geysers," said the girl,
and smiled.
Alan was entertained - almost
amused. what do you do when a
geyser spoutsY' he asked.
What do you do?" replied the girl
81 run"
I'm afraid haven't run-always,"
said Alan. 81 generally try to clap a
tin hat on them"
"You must be strong to do that. I'm
not very strong"
Alan glanced over her frail body
what are your" he asked.
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-30
SYNOPSIS.
copXQLdHT BY TIE CEV7ZzgY CO.
Il g.

Alan Wayne is sent away from Red Hill.
ms home, by his uncle, J. Y, as a moral
Failure. Glenn drinks Alan's health on his
birthday Judge Healy defends Alan in
fhis business with his employers. Alan and
|AliX, Gerry's wife, start a Irritation. Ger
|ry. as he thinks, sees Alix and Alan elop-
fng, drops everything, and goes to Per-
|nambuco. AlX leaves Alan on the train
and goes home. Gerry leaves Pernam-
buco and goes to Piranhas. On a canoe
"trip he meets a native girl. The judge
fails to trace Gerry. A baby is born to
AliX. The native girl takes Gerry to the
ruined plantation she is mistress of. Ger
ny marries her. At Maple house Collinge-
ford tells how he met Alan-"Ten Per
Cent Wayne"-building a bridge in Africa.
Gerry begins to improve Margarita's plan
tation and builds an irrigating ditch. A
baby comes to Margarita. Collingeford
meets AliX in the city and finds her
changed. Alan meets AliX, J. Y, and
Glen, grown to beautiful womanhood, in
the city and realizes that he has sold his
birthright for mess of pottage. Kemp
and Gerry become friends. They visit
Lieber, and the three exiles are drawn
together by a common tie. Lieber tells
his story. In South America Alan gets
the fever and his foreman sends him to
Lieber's. Alan tells Gerry the truth about
Alix and Gerry tells him of Margarita and
the baby Alan wonders and is disguised.
A flood carries away Margarita and her
baby deSTite GerrY's ATTEMPT at rescue,
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-30
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Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-30
H1APIEB'
. XXVTSI

A sharp attack of fever followed
Serrys exposure and immersion. The
old woman Of the inn knew no medica-
nents, but she knew fever. She piled
blankets on Gerry and let him sweat
out. On the third day nature, assist
I'D by his magnificent physique, finally
touted the attack.
He called the old woman. He asked
her if she remembered him. She peered
at him. mo, master" she said. II do
not remember you. You are like the
foreigner who was drowned, but he
is dead"
Gerry shook his head. mot dead"
he said, "only disappeared"
You are not he" said the old wom-
an. HE could not talk words that
one could understand"
Gerry nodded gIavely. He felt as
though words could never make him
smile again. 81 have learned" he said
"Now tell me what became of the
things l left here" He went through
the list.
The old woman checked off each
item and then shrugged her shoulders.
She led him to a little dark room
whose only light came from the inter-
stices of the tiled roof AS his pupils
expanded he began to make out one
after another of the bags that had
made up his travelling kit.
There is a letter." she said, and
went off to fetch it. Gerry dragged
the bags out into the light. Their locks
were all sealed with the seal of the
American consulate at Pernambuco.
He started knocking off the brittle
wax. The old woman came back with
the letter and handed it to him. He
tore 1t open. 1t was a note from the
consul saying that by order Of Gerry's
wife his things had been sealed and
left at the inn, telling him where to
find the keys The room, he learned
from the old woman. had been paid
for regularly, at first by the month,
then by the year. She felt no resent
ment at his return, only resignation.
You are the only guest I've had since
you went away" she said quantity and
with a sigh.
'Fear nothing" said Gerry kindly.
you have been faithful. You may
consider the room engaged by me for
the next ten years"
He carried his bags into the room
overlooking the river and then lay
down. He was too tired after the fe-
yer to open them. He knew that the
opening of those dust-covered bags
with their rusted metal fittings was
going to be another ordeal.
The next day Gerry sat before his
unpacked bags. He had turned out
all their contents. On the bed, the
floor, the table and the chairs was
piled such an array of linen and shoes
and suits of various cut and weight as
he had once deemed the minimum will
which man could decently travel
Now they seemed to him wasteful ant
futile The clothes did not carry his
mind back as he had expected. The
starch in the linen had gone yellow
He had always hated yellow collars
The suits struck him as belonging II
someone else--all except one. Ont
sturdy suit Of tweed had a cut tina
was different from the others. OF al
the clothes it alone seemed to hav,
a personal note-the note he had ex
pected to find in the bags and ha(
shruuk from.
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-30
Difference Is Intense.

Gyer-Tm going to spend my vaca-
ton in the Michigan woods this sum-
mer.
Myer-Is there much to see up
there?
Gyer-NO, but there's a lot to saw.
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-30
Twas Better Thus.

From his couch a deaf mute arose
it's quite true and stepped on a tack
in the dark; and perhaps it is well
the world never knew, Of his silent
but awful remark.
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-30

To be exiIed 5000 miles from
home is as trying to an Ameri-
cans soul as serving a long
term in prison. Consider Ger
RVS situation. He has lost Mar
garita and his boy. He longs to
go back to AIix and Red Hill,
but the shock of recent events
have Slapped the nerve he needs
to make the start for home.
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-30

How much Of the truth of Ger
RVS life during the last three
years will Alan tell Allx2 And
when Alix has heard Il, will she
ever want to see Gerry again,
and be his wlfe2
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-05-09
The ArtIst's Compensation.

Save In a few business concerns.
great concerns, Harrod's, the army
and navy stores and the like, what
a strange weller Is in our whole sys-
tenn Of payment for work-more espe-
cially in the higher branches of work!
Art and literary work are terrible ex-
amples of this confusion and want of
science, writes a pessimist in the Lon
don Saturday Review. The payments
to many of the best workers in those
barren fields are so bad that a man
is quite sanguine II he sees not at the
end Of his career the madhouse or the
pauper's grave.
If he paint without genius, a paint
er may, by attracting an ignorant pub
lie, make himself secure II he write
without individuality or real force, the
writer may likewise make himself Sc
cure by driving hard bargains with
those who buy and sell his wares.
But for the most part good work in
these branches is the work of sensi.
tive men, who are still children in
money matters and who shrink from
bargaining. Politics and public life
and business makes a much better
game than art or letters.
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-05-09

FORTH" she murmured, "and perhaps
, adventure will hit you on the shout.
ers, you poor. lonesome thing, and in
troduce you to an affinity Any way,
the fall air is glorious"
From the woods came the ting
ling scent of autumn leaves and
sun-warmed MOSES and coolshaded
depths. A woodpecker accentuated
the silence in sharply tapped meas.
ures and a squirrel darted across the
sun-flecked road
Miss Stiles kicked her heels against
the fence she was perched on and in
uncomfortable abandon threw back
her head, pursed her lips and poured
forth lifting. whistling refrain of her
long ago school days.
Family floating from the distance
another whistle chimed in, and she
paused, the edges of her soul shell
drawing together instinctively, but a
smile fingered on her lips Plaintive-
ly rising and falling, the notes came
nearer. Softly the girl crept to the
fringe of bushes oyerhanging the road
and watched the whistler swinging
along, his head tilted back, his hands
buried in his pockets.
Il WONDER" she whispered nervous
ly. "if / dare-um. He looks-er-
intelligent-and nice believe | will"
Her sweet, shrill whistle Joined his;
breathlessly she peered out, when
suddenly the earth crumbled beneath
her feet and laughing, hair blown,
clutching the willowy saplings in her
path, she descended into the very
arms of the approaching whistler.
While she put straight her hat and
tucked in stray hairpins he picked up
the scattered crimson leaf clusters
and presented them to her.
Did you learn The Farmer Boy in
a little red school house, too?" he
wondered, and at the honest wistful-
ness in his voice the last remnant of
Sally's caution melted.
Foolish, reckless, horrid" The
worlds thousand voices crooned 1t
waTningly in her ear, but she smiled
back into the boyish eyes.
1T was a gray stone school house
with a boys yard and a girls yard,
and a pump in front where we all
waited our turn for the tin dipper."
But there was a boy who cleaned
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-05-09

the land. All the correspondence
passed through her hands. She opened
all letters addressed to the company.
The first letter from Ferris had
been a jubilant announcement of the
discovery of coal on his land. In that
frank way which people unused to the
ways Of the world have of mixing per-
sonal affairs and business he told how
long he had been hoping to find some
thing under his farm, as he never
could get 1t to grow much on top.
There had been some correspond
ence, and in each letter young Ferris
naively revealed something of his
home, his family, himself. Biker and
the junior made much sport over these
personal things in his letter, but they
were not funny to Miss Ingle. She
saw instead frank, generous young
man struggling against odds to make
a living on the poor soil for his or
phaned younger brothers and sisters.
She could even see the weather-beat-
en-, implanted farmhouse and the
bleak, unproductive fields. She saw
the great tumult of excitement in the
little family when the coal was found;
saw the fame of hope leap up in the
young mans face-and now he was to
be cheated out of it.
The reply came on Friday. The
stenographer's hands trembled as she
opened it, She was glad no one else
was in the office. The letter said ia
part:
Il was powerfully disappointed by
your letter. had hoped-but | guess
fellow is alwas hoping things that
won't happen. don't care much for
myself, but l was real anxious to send
all the kids-there are four besides
me-away to school. guess if that is
the best you can do, I'll have to take
it. owe twenty dollars an acre on
it, and can't never make it farming il.
Yours respt Willard Ferris"
Miss Ingle gulped down a lump in
her throat and reached for her hand
kerchief just as Biker came in.
Mr.. Bikef,' she said, Il want to
resign this morning"
Stenographers were easy to get, and
he let her go without question. She
took her coat-far too thin for the raw
February day-and hurried out Poor
fellow, poor dear fellow!" she said.
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-05-09

Copyright 1910. By Associated Literary Prss,
"Oh, it's a sweet little ROOM" said
Miss Stiles ironically.
Her gaze roamed pensively over the
little hall room she dwelt in, from the
plump divan cushions to the book
shelf above her cretonne-concealed
washstand. A trunk bumped on the
landing outside her door and then pro-
ceeded with a series OF smaller bumps
up the stairs and landed with final
crash overhead.
Some one new" Faint hope flick.
cred up, to die instantly. But of
course no one worth while would come
here to live" she mumbled scornfully.
Bitter distaste of her surroundings, of
her daily grind, of her colorless days
arose within her and jogge6 her mo-
mentarily out OF the rut of logged
cheerfulness and acceptance of en-
vironment that she had forced herself
into.
81 hate EN-" humping her head
into the pillows viciously. Il hate
everybody" Rising, she faced herself
accusingly In the wavy-surfaced mir
ror. 81 hate myself, toe. I'm even be.
ginning to crook my little fingers like
them-they'll be calling me genteel
next. Ugh, I'd rather be bad-down-
right horrid-than genteel, with cot
ton wool brain and a sawdust heart. =
A soft wind stirred the ruined cur.
tain and whisked her hair, and, turn
ing. she thrust her head out into the
sunshine.
Pooh, Sally girl, but you've got the
blues" she informed herself, shining
the crisp air eagerly.
With the stirring of spring sap
comes an eagerness in the blood may
hap, but it's the fall for the reckless
ness and zest of adventure, with its
insistent warning whisper of depart.
ing days, its urge to make haste, that
opens ones eyes to fieeting youth, it's
tanning breath charged with the last
faint scents of summer sweetness.
And it moved unwontedly in Sarah
Styles's heart as she shifted the keen
air and softened the repression of her
lips.
"Gird up your loins and put on your
tan pumps, Sarah, and fare thee
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-05-09
Must Bite When They Write.

The queen OF novelists has taken
us into her confidence. She declares
that while writing she is compelled
to bite something. For a time she
bit candy, but this was expensive, so
she now bites ten-penny nails. 1t is
an important revelation, and will be a
great help to the nail trust. The
Clerk notices that readers are sur.
prised that novelists should bite, yet
the thing has been going on for q
considerable period. 1t is instructive
to observe the different materials
into which different novelists sink
their teeth. Mr.. Jack London, for in
stance, bites raw beef, while Mr.. Rich
ard Harding Davis prefers marshmal-
low. Mr.. Upton Sinclair bites a red
hot poker. Mrs Edith Wharton bites
icicles. Everybody bites but Mr..
David Gray, who is a capital horse
man as well as man of conscience,
and breads being described as a
'cribber." Few things are more curl
Gus, psychologically, than this liter
airy habit of biting. Why should ideas
flow more freely when the Jaws are
set hard upon some resisting sub
stance? 1t is because writing stimu-
lates talk and because a tug upon
the mandibles makes a writer think
he is talking? At all events, there's
the fact.-The Clerk in Boston Tran.
script.
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-05-09
Obeying the
HigherLdn
coDyrirht. 1910. BY Associated Literary Pre-,
By William H. Handy

Copyright, 1910. BY Associated Literary Prsss
Miss Ingle ceased clicking the type.
writer for moment and Strengthened
in her chair to rest the muscles of her
shoulders. The work of the Midland
Coal & Mineral Land compay was
very heavy for one stenographer The
grind grew more wearisome and nerve
wracking every day. But she was alone
In the city and this was the only en-
ployment she was fitted for. And she
must have bread and fire.
What did Jackson say about that
land in Glade county?" asked the
junior partner, looking up from a let
ter. Jackson was the company's coal
expert.
Said 1t was one of the finest out.
looks he ever saw" replied Biker, the
senior partner. Worth at least a hun
dred-and-fifty an acre"
What is it worth for farming pur-
poses?"
"Oh, not much. 1t is poor, very
poor; say twenty or twenty-five an
acre"
About what shall we offer the
young hayseed?"
Start him at thirty" replied Biker,
and turned to other work.
The junior brought the letter to the
stenographer and began to dictate:
MI Willard Ferris, Gladeville, Mo.
R F. ID. No. 4.
Dear Sir: Our expert reports your
land absolutely worthless as a mining
proposition. There is some coal, but
owing to the formation, location, ETC.,
1t will be impossible ever to mine 1t at
q profit. We can, perhaps, handle
your farm on our exchange list as ag-
ricultural land, and as such could pay
you $50 per acre for it.
Very truly,
The Midland Coal & Min. L. Co."
All the morning Miss Ingle kept
thinking of the young farmer, Willard
Ferris. He was still in her mind when
she started to luncheon. The ras-
GALS" she said Indignantly under her
breath. And over and over, Il do hope
he won't take it,"
No one in the Office had ever seen
Ferris, but she had been interested in
him from his very first letter about
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-05-09
TOPICS FOR sPELL6lNpERs

Washington, May 4.-The delicate
diplomatic situation which now exists
has its amusing side and politicians
are wondering today what material
it will furnish for the spellbinders in
the cominb national campaign. II the
country finds itself plunged into war
before the election, the Democratic
|spellbinders naturally will not talk
about peace achievements; if war is
avoided they will make the most of it.
OF course the Republicans will take
just the opposite view adopted by the
Democrats. so that the situation is
amusing, to say the least In ad-
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-05-09

What good brother he is. If only |
had had such brother to look out for
me. | hope l won't be too late" She
went to the nearest telegraph ONCE
and sent this message:
Willard Ferris, Gladeville. Mo-
Don't accept offer for land. 1t is
worth five times that figure.
IN. l."
Then she went to her room and
cried. She had no scruples over
thwarting the rascals in their deal.
She knew it was against the law of
business to use the secrets of ones
employer; but she was obeying a
higher law. And while she was will
ing to expose the rascally deal, she
was not willing at the same time to
continue to draw salary from them.
She was out of work, and employ
ment at that time was hard to get.
Miss Ingle had returned to her
dingy, poorly heated room Today, as
for many days, she had searched for
work-and found none.
There was a knock on her door. She
shrank back and hesitated to open it.
She owed for three weeks room and
board, and expected, every day, that
her landlady would tell her to leave.
Miss Ingle," the iandlady called,
there is man downstairs to see
you"
She went down, wondering. AS she
entered the parlor a strong, clean
looking young man arose and came
toward her with outstretched hand.
He wore a very new suit of clothes;
had large frank brown eyes, and a
lurking smile at the corners of his
mouth
Il am Ferris" he said-she knew 1t
before he spoke-"and you are Miss
Ingle?" They shook hands cordially.
I've tried for weeks" he explained,
to find who sent me that telegram:
and only found out when overheard
that Biker hog cursing his stenograph-
er after | wouldn't sell to him. Then
| found out who 1t was, and, at last,
where you live"
She smiled and little color came
to her face.
Il hope you got the telegram in
timer"
Yes, he said, shaking his head
but only in the nick of time. Six
hours later and would have been sold
out"
And have you sold the land?" she
asked interestedly.
Yes" he nodded. Sold it two
weeks ago for thirty thousand dol
lars, Then he added very seriously,
Half OF it belongs to you"
oh, no, indeed" she said, blush
ing.
He studied her for a minute as If
trying to think how to make her take
1t. She was an attractive girl, with a
sweet, honest face-a girl whose heart
was always sick for a home.
Then" he said slowly, IF you won't
take it, reckon you will let me take
you TO the theater?"
Yes, she laughed. you may do
that. That won't be robbing the kids. !"
He laughed, little disconnected.
Wasn't | green and easy?" Then his
face lighted. The kids are already In
the academy-the whole bunch of
them altogether"
Il have had most delightful time"
she said when they returned from the
play. She held out her hand, and, as
he took it, How soon are you going
back-home?"
II haven't any home," he said,
still holding her hand And | am not
going back at all for a while. | am
going to stay around here and see If
can't persuade somebody to go in
partnership with me and start a real
home"
And from the way he held her hand,
and from the way her heart pounded
joyfully, she felt pretty sure he would
succeed.
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-05-09
aaAfahle Arehers.

british Honorable Artillery
~ #ef4 at one time mighty
sitA che 1ow and arrow, and they
&C. &*tticular as to the replac-
w0E< we're known as the arch
ar #eoden pillars in the open
o. to capital. Several times
century before last the valiant
II tie H A. C. (who date from
ar 1851, when they were incor-
q b. henry Wild asserted their
rchef pFiyileges, and replaced
tHAt had been removed by en-
aef4 III 1891. when the Long
s. IeIInston Common were de-
I 81 ereye-diggers, the artillery
p we're wroth, and compelled
szzAIs % restore the targets. In
= ~ the open ground for arch
aeFe feuahined only a few acres
naffh of the City road.-Pall
saz*lks
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-05-09
The Last Word.

Creep into thy narrow bed
Creep and let no more be said
Vain thy onset! All stand fast,
Thou thyself must break at last
Let the long contention cease!
Geese are swans and swans are geese.
Let them have II how they will!
Thou art tired; best be still.
They outtalked thee. hiss'd thee. tore
thee?
Better men Jared thus before thee;
Fired their ringing shot and pass'd,
Holly charged-and sank at last
Charge once more, then, and be dumb!
Let the victors, when they come
When the forts of folly fall.
Find thy body by the wall!
Matthew Arnold