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She could hear his voice, now thick
with drink. now thrill with terrible
fear-as he pleaded with her to hide
him and to save him. She had been
mercifully numb with the horror Of It
then; consumed only with the desire
to hold those men at bay-i0ug enough
for MACPHERSON to bring help, and it
was that desire which gave her the
strength to drag the heavy bulk Of her
husband up the two flights Of stairs
into the little cupola at the top.
She could feel again the sting Of the
cold dawn wind against her face as she
stepped out on the platform Of rough
boards and dropped the inert figure Of
her husband at her feet.
Then with all the eloquence OF her
great fear she had pleaded with the
mob below to go away. They had
seemed all eyes floating on a great pool
Of blaokness against the snow as she
looked down, but later she could see
the grim mouths below the eyes and
knew that her pleas were falling on
deaf ears
Finally one who seemed to be the
ringleader had stepped forward and
cried;
where is your husband? II is he
that we want to talk to-" And she
had lied and said, He Is sleeping"
They muttered ominousiy. at that
and again the ringleader spoke: I'VE
have no quarrel with you, Mrs. Page.
but no drunkard who strikes his daugh-
ter and drives her insane shall STAY in
this town-Dan Page has got TO go."t
HE will. he will." she promised Wild
". 'Tll take him away today He
didn't mean to hurt us-he didn't know
what he was doing But he'll go
away.-oh, promise that" And again
the grim voice answered her:
He'll 30. but WE'LL see him on.
Let him stand up like a man and talk
to us"
At that they all took up the shout
for Page. and he. lying on his face on
the boards. moaned and prayed 10 the
God he had long forgotten. to save
him.
How long she talked and urged and
wept and pleaded Mrs. Page herself did
not remember. but somehow she had
held them-still threatening-stin omi-
nous-till far down the road she saw
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Did Mr.. Pollock 30 then?"
AYE. for I went wi him to the door
myself"
Were the men stin outsider"
Ma. and II gi' me a shock like, for
cude see ma one cxceptit the friends
OF Mr.. Pollock. The ithers had all
sllppit ava towards the town"
Did you speak OF their absence
when you re-entered the cabin?"
INA, for I had ither matters to make
clear. ! had made up ma mind that IL
was ma with Mr.. Pollock that the las
sic should go. so pit il tae Mr. Lang
don. that wi my horse in the sleigh.
we cude carry the lassie out the door
/ 20 the kitchen and drive OF. leavin' the
guide wife TO tell the ithers."
did you carry this plan out?"
AYE. We hllit the sleigh with
blankets, and pit my shotgun in the
front and we helpit the lassie oqt--r
win you tell as please" broke in
the Judge with some asperity. what
you expected TO do with a shot-gun?"
And little twinkle sparlSled for an
instant I'm MacPherson's eyes.
Mr. Pollock was i'm an automobile" I"
he said, "and shot is a grand thing for
tires. Nae doot you can guess yourself
how much chance they have to es-
cape IT,"
A ripple OF laughter swept through
the room, instantly hushed at the
warning frown Of the Judge, and Mac
Pherson. his huge brown hands gripped
about the edge Of the stand. turned in
quiringly towards Langdon.
win you tell us. Mr.. Macpherson.
as briefly as possible. what occurred
while you were on your way to the
residence OF DR.. Jamison?"
I'VE had ma mair than got -sSartit
when the noise OF the horse brought
one OF PolloclJs friends to the corner
OF the house to look oop the back road.
At sight Of us he gave cry and ran
back, shoutin' 20 Mr.. Pollock .
We had a fair getaway. but ma horse
Is as guide as one OF those devil ma
chimes and they were after us at once
SO tookit the relns and give them 70
Mr.. Langdon and said. You drive. and
pit the lassie doom. I've a way OF stop
pin them as is benin. but / need my
hands. At thot I tookit my gun and
stude up in the sleigh 1 cude see the
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sight Of Miss Pages condition." asked
Langdon. and n little shudder shook
Mrs Page. who alone OF all those pres
ent knew OF the tragedy 20 which that
emotion" had led. Macpherson's
voice. too, was grim as he said:
Il wouldna call IL emotion. but there
was a guide bit of murmurin against
those who had driven so sweet lassie
distractt and sent her TO maybe her
death in the snow The murmurin
grew louder when they saw the hurt
and there were cries 20 know who had
done H. When Mr.. Langdon told them.
the murmurs grew louder and finally
one of the lads cried out in a loud voice,
This town has ma room for wifebeat-
ers and drunken brutes-he ought TO
be hung"
stir OF excitement swept through
the courtroom. for Macpherson. with
out a gesture with no more than a
rising infection OF his voice. had
brought before them a vision OF the
snowy night and the little house from
whose doorway the lamplight streamed
out. mellowing the snow to sold. and
touching with it's fingers OF light the
grim faces OF that group Of men stirred
" AAAH A|NH 4AAHNA "a AAAN NAARn AA AAA1
thought OF Dan Pages brutality.
Did the other men make any
threats?"
AYE. Another one OF them cried
oot. KILN is too good FER Dan Page
He should be horsewhipped out OF
town At that my wife COON up 10
me and says For the lassie's sake
don't let them be takin' the law into
their oon hands or therell be murder
done this nicht' SO I cried 'Dinna
take the matter too personal. lads
we've law and a gaol in the town,
Somebody get the sheriff"
did they heed you?"
II couldna tell at the time. because
Just then a cutter comes dashin' oop
with twa men in it. and one shouts
oot Have you found Mary PageT And
they all answers. Yes. she's foundi
Then he says. I'm David Pollock-hei
hance-and 7 have come TO take her
home"
Was Miss Page stin unconscious ?'
The question came sharply. MacPher-
son shook his head.
! Nae. shs was conscious. and when
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ithers plainly, and I shoutit. Go back,
unless ye want to be hurtiti' But they
only swore at me, and when I saw they
were gainin 7 sent a load Of shot to-
wards them. II did ma harm, but they
stoppit short. tae see if there was hurt.
They'll ma COON after US again the
nicht.' l said; but it was ma mair than
few minutes before Mr.. Langdon said,
4 hear the motorl' And / said. There's
anither barrel TO the gum"
IL was strange scene that he drew
FOR them in his deep, quiet voice-a
scene so unreal that it was Incredible
to most Of those present that It could
all have happened not so very many
miles from the courtroom where they
now sat-a scene with the dark. snowy
road and the silent woods for its set
ting. with the flying sleigh speeding
almost noiseless over the slippery road.
Langdon, his face white and set with
fatigue and anxiety holding the tug
ging reins in one hand while tho other
arm held close the half conscious form
Of Mary. her bandaged head CHASTITY
above the enwrapping blankets; while
over them lowered tho grim figure Of
the great Scotchman. his shotgun to
his shoulder, his big body swaying with
the speed OF the flying sleigh.
Il waited till they came oop too close, "
he finished, a deep note throbbing in
his voice. "and then I did fer a tire
wi the second shot. The auto nigh
upset wi the force OF the explosion,
and they all jumpit oot And that was
the last we saw of them"
Did you remain at DR.. Jamison's
aaaI.. a.
ma. For when 1 had seen the puir
lassie taken away by the kind guide
wife of the doctor. and l knew she
were safe, lSeepit thinkin' Of how fast
the men had gone fra the hoose that
NIGHT and 1 says to Mr.. Langdon. i
viii jes' take run back to the town,
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bairn. His face were all drawn ana
twistit like, and his mouth was slob-
oerin'. and he kept cryin', I was drunk
II was drunk You tell them, Annie
You tell them!' At that she says like
one speakin' to a child, There, there,
Dan-you're safel' And then there
came an awfu' cry from ootside:
Come oot, Dan Page-or wen smoke
ye DOT like the beast that ye arev At
that Mrs. Page began to sob and says.
on, what shall 1 do? What shall
do They will ma talk to me-and
they'll burn oor house. they'll burn oor
house! Oh. il Philip were only herel'
Dinna greet 1 said. I'll get him,
but we nun ha' time. Let Dan Page
go upstairs and talk to them from a
window
"'Oh Dam says the puir lady. Dan
will you do that? Tell them you didn't
mean to hurt Mary or-or me- No,
no. he whimpered. I can't, can'ti'
But grabbit him by the arm and pull
ed him TO his feet BE a man. cried
and I shookit him. BE man and get
you upstairs
YOU'D be safe in the cupola, Dan,
says Mrs. Page. I'll stay with you
and this kind man will go for Philip
But he kept sayin', No. no., and ]
could hear the others bangin' at the
door and I dared not stay, so I slippit
oot the way l came and went off for
Mr.. Langdon."
Mrs. Page, whose anxiety 20 be near
Mary had kept her from returning to
the witness room, shuddered at the
memories that MACPHERSON was con-
juring up out OF the past. The soft
ness which time has lent the tragedy
Of that chill winter morning was
stripped off. exposing the old horrible
wound, and she could feel again those
cropping fingers, icy cold clutching al
her as she strove to drag Dan Page
! up stairs towards the cupola.
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I'm thinkin'. and make sure there's ma
harm COON to Dan Page through this
uichts work And Mr.. Langdon says.
quick like. What do you mean?' So
told him and the doctor. and Mr.. Lang
don was all fer coomin' wi me- but the
doctor wouldna let him. Dinna fash
yerser,' I said, when / saw the doctor
was RIGHT I'll gaze fast. and IL there
is need fer you I'll come RIGHT back
And the doctor said, You're all worn
out, Philip. You've got TO have some
rest BE sensible So 1 went back
alone"
AT what hour did you reach the
home Of Miss Pager"
Il dinna ken the exact hour. but Il
were aboot daylight. and 1 cude see
quite a ways ahead OF me"
viii you tell us. please what you
saw when you approached the Page
house?'
Slowly one great hand ciinched it
self into a lSnotted fist. and the muscles
Of his jaw tlghtened. and across those
who sat between, the gray eyes OF the
Scotchman and the tear dimmed eyes
OF Mrs. Page met in a mute commun-
ion or terrible memories. Then, slowly,
with a new tone Of suppressed excite
ment in his voice he said:
when l got ME enough to see the
hoose. 1 cude see "A great black splotch
in front of It. that made DOT to be
men. Then I cude hear shouts: Come
oot, Dan Page, we've summat TO say
to you! So 1 didna drive right oop
TO the place. I stoppit in the road and
crepit through the wood at the back
and. hiding under the hedge. got oop
10 the rear. Then I wrote on a wee
scrap OF paper. I've news OF Mary
and come 20 bring help Then ]
tappit on a window. till saw Mrs.
Page peerin' oot-and I held up the
paper.
After a minute or so she uniatchit
the back door and I slippit in. oh.
Mr.. MACPHERSON says the puir lady.
cryin, is my girl safer And I says.
Safe and sound asleep And she says
Thank Cod Then 1 heerd another
voice sayin'. Annie. Annie-who is it /!
Don't let them get me-oh. my God
don't let them get me-! And saw
that Dan Page was hidin' behind her
clingin' TO her skirts like a scared
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boen like a nightmare 20 him. dream
that set his head TO throbbing. and IN
which the only real thing was the stall
wart bulk OF Macpherson encouraging
him forward-and then-the little
shoel lie reused himself with a start
realizing that the Scotchman was an
swering his question.
1T might haze been fifteen minutes
mayhap more. when we COON to her
little footprints in the snow Then
he paused a moment and his voice SOL
tened. I'VE found her wee slipper In a
snow bank A bit further we found
t'other one-and the snow began tae be
flecked wi draps of blood. But should
say It was mair than half an hour be-
fore VIC COON upon the lassie herself,
lying in "A faint like
was she conscious?"
mae. and we could ma bring her TO,
so we wrappit her in oor coats and
took her back to the guide wife,
"Win YOU tell us please I'm what con-
dition Miss Page was when when
you-arrived at your house with her?'
Macpherson frowned at the memory
and deeper note crept into his tones
as he said slowly:
"She was nae conscious, and her
clothes were tairn to pieces and hangin'
in ribands. Such clothes as she had
on, puir lassiel Her feeties were cut
wi the ice and the stones. and there
was a terrible wound on her forehead
and an IN faured queer bruise on one
shoulder"
"was your wife alone in the house
when you returned?"
mae. there was maybe half dozen
men frae the town. who had heard of
the lassie and had COON 20 help the
search. They set up a shout when
they saw us. and ] had one OF them
fire bis revolver to tell the others Miss
Page was wi u.s.
Did they show any emotion at the
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she heerd him she gave a cry OF No,
no. moi and dragged hersel up from
where she lay and clung 10 Mr.. Lang
don. At that the man Pollock pushit
by me and cried. Mary Mary-I have
come to take you home"
did Miss Page answer hirs ,"
Mae. she just shoolsit her head. Sand
Mr.. Langdon said Miss Page is not
going home yet But Mr.. Pollock was
sair angry and shouted. What the
devil have you got TO do with it?
Haven't you made trouble enough p"
Did Mr. Pollock make any move to-
ward Miss Pager"
AYE He tookit a quick step for
ward like he would carry her OF, but
the guide wife stoppit him. Yen ma
move the puir lassie till she is warm
and restit.' she said. and put her arms
aboot her and tooSit her into the bed
room beyant Mr. Langdon helpit her,
and when he came oot he said Miss
Page viii not return 20 her drunken
father My friend DIR. Jamison and his
wife will give her temporary shelter
and the proper medical attention.
did Mr. Pollock acquiesco?" Lang
dons voice was dry with "reminiscences.
Mr.. Pollock was sair angry. and he
said IL is not for you to say what my
future wife shall do. I'll not have her
put with your friends. She shall go
home with mel can protect her from
her father I suppose you think you
can carry her off right under my nose.
Well. let me tell you that's called by an
ugly name' At that Mr. Langdon
shouts. What do you mean. Dave Pol
lock? Tell me what you mean by
thatl' He loolsit so fierce I feared a
fight. so ] went between them and said.
Dinna fash yersels like that Think
Of the puir lassie-and be quiet. Then
I says 70 Mr.. Pollock. yen gang out
side a bit and when the lassie is restit.
I'll let ye know"
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NYNopsIs.

Mary Psee. actress Is accused OF the
murder OF David Pollock and is defended
by her lover. Philip Lansdon. Pollock
was intoxicated. Al Mary's trial she adj
nits she had the revolver. Her maid
festldes that Mary threatened Pollock
with &c previously. and Mary's leading
man duplicates Langdon How Mary dis-
appeared from the scene of the crime Is a
mystery. Brandon tells Of strange hand
print he saw on Mary's shoulder Further
evidence shows that horror OF drink pro
duces temporary insanity In Mary. The
defense 10 depressed psychosis"
The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1916-09-07

sion raised to s24 a month. with a
provision Of S12 a month for the
daughter should she outliye her moth
Gr.
The daughter died few weeks
ago. but the president will sign the
bill with the increased amount for
the mother.
Congressman Sutherland has been
The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1916-09-07

The change of program yesterday
by the Lord and Vernon Musical
Comedy Company at the Palace was
revelation in tabloid entertainment.
The new bill, college Sweethearts, :"
is full Of pep and right up to the min
ute. The musical numbers were new
and the chorus is full OF ginger. a
running board is used. in which the
girlies prance out over the heads of
the audience some twenty-five feet
from the stage. This is an innovation
that IS appreciated.
Billy Evans and Jack Lord, as the
Irish and Dutch daddtes, who are bit
ter business rivals. are kept on the go
through the Vaccinations OF their
respective son and daughter. Eddie
and Mamie, played by Tom Willard
md Gussie Vernon. Miss Gladys
Fern Willard az the college widow,
Is enhancing to the two rivals. as
well as to the audience. Miss Ethel
Baxter renders another contralto solo
to the satisfaction OF all Murray
Brown gives a clever impersonation
Of George Beban in The Sign OF the
Rose" The Willards offer vaude-
The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1916-09-07
1t is the Uniyersars Great Film
Called "The Secret of
the Swamp"

Deacon Todd had spent nifty years
making himself first class hypo-
critic. Misery and wealthy (as mis-
ers generally are), he put money
ahead Of everything else and estub-
iished himself as the most heartily
despised man In the countryside In
an attempt to fatten his sows at the
expense Of neighbours cornneld. the
deacon was the target for little
shotgun practlce-and disappeared
The Bluebird Photoplay to be exhib-
led at the Orpheum theater today un-
der the title of THE Secret of the
Swamp" carries this incident as the
moving factor in u chain of sensa-
tional events. surrounding capital
story OF love and avarice-tho attrac-
lively presented details of neighhOr-
hood life In the Sunny South, ending
In trick finish" that viii make the
play long and favorably remembered.
The Highway of Fate" a two part
Universal feature, and a pictorial
news showing Mexican border and
European battlefield scenes are the
added offerings.
3 Tomorrow and Saturday, Frank
keenan, viii be starred in Honor
Thy Name" n Triangle featurc in
i've acts. a funny Keystone comedy
will also be shown.
Catherine Lexow. daughter Of the
late New York senator whose name Is
associated with police Investigations.
has decided upon stage career, and
Will make her debut in one OF the
The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1916-09-07
For Catarrhal Deafness
and Head Noises

Here in America there is much SUI
1ering from catarrh and head noises.
American people would do well 10
consider the method employed by the
English 10 combat this insidous dis
ease. Everyone knows how damp the
English climate is and how dampness
affects those suffering from cataTrh.
In England they treat catarrhal deaf
ness and head noises az a consuu-
tional disease and use an internal
remedy for II that is really very etfic-
acious.
Sufferers who could scarcely hear q
watch tick tell how they had their
hearing restored by this English treat
ment 10 such an extent that the tick Of
a watch was plainly audible seven and
The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1916-09-07

Our organized machinery is set for the
propagandistic stage and not for the
seizure Of victory. Our supporters
are spreading the argument for our
cause; they feel no sense Of respon.
sibillty for the realization OF our
hopes. Our movement lacks cohesion.
momentum.
Inactive and Silent.
Behind us, In front Of us. every
where about us are suffraglsts-mil-
lions OF them, but inactive and silent.
We're never another convert made.
there are suffraglsts enough in this
country, II combined to make so ir-
resistible a driving force that victory
might be seized at once.
How can II be done? BY simple
change Of mental attitude. II you
are TO seize the victory, that change
must take place in this hall. here and
now! The old belief, which has sus-
tanned suffragists in many an hour OF
encouragement woman suffrage is
bound to come, must give way to the
new, The Womans Hour Has Struck.
That slogan so:n the pace Of a crusade
which Will have It's way. 1t says:
Awake. arise, my sisters, let your
hearts be filled with jOy-the time OF
victory is here. Onward march,
Give heed at once to the organ
lzation Of the reserves; and then TO
tho work that they shall do Organize
in every assembly district and every
voting precinct II is the only way
to make our appeal inyincible. Swell
the army, then set it upon the trail
OF every legislator and congressman
for they alone hold the key to our
political emancipation. Compel this
army OF lawmakers to see woman suf-
frnge. to think woman suffrage, to
talk woman suffrage every minute Of
every day until they heed our plea.
Final Drive.
"All this is mere preparedness for
the final drive to victory The next
question is: what shall be our aim?
TO my mind, the lnsistence OF the en-
Establishment OF the women Of our
land by federal amendment, is the only
self-respectlng course to pursue"
In explaining her reasons for this
stand Mrs. Gait reviewed the fight for
suffrage in many states and the OBJ
staclcs 1t had met from the liquor in
terests. and charged there had been
widespread resort to Illegal practices
TO defeat suffrage. whereas in a ma
jority OF the states of the union-in
twenty-five of them-there was no
provision made by law for any form
Of contest or recount on a referendum.
Political corrupters may, in these
states, bride voters, colonize voters,
and repeat them to their hearts con-
tent and redress of any kind is prac-
tically impossible"
In my judgment" she concluded,
the women OF this land, not only
have the right to sit on the steps OF
Congress until It acts but 1t is their
self-respecting duty to insist upon
their enfranchisement by that route"
The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1916-09-07

The president today signed the fol-
lowing special pension bills which had
been introduced by Congressman Lit
tlepage. granting pensions to John
Holley, Of Charles; Perry f. Holstein,
OF Charleston; Edmund P. Matheny.
OF Princeton. and Emma L. Porter.
OF Parkersburg. The latter bill was
taken up by Mr.. Littlepage after the
illness OF the late Congressman Moss
who was interested in It.
Tho original bill was for SEQ a
month for Mrs. Emma L. Porter, but
Senator Cor hearing Of tho circum-
stances OF the case. and that Mrs.
Porter had dependant daughter,
used his influence to have the pen
The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1916-09-07
PLAY AT ORPHEUZN
HAS "TRICK'' FINISH

Vile speciality with which they have
played some OF the largest theators
in the country Glenn Schiller in Il
tenor specially is pleasant surprise
Clara Evans leads the entire company
through rollickIng Irish melody,
"Finnigan's Irish Band"
a special feature for today and to-
morrow will be Bert Williams, tho
famous comedian OF the "Hlegfield
Follies," in two reel comedy en-
titled "a Natural Born Gambler"
Days historic thcatcr in New York
opened as tho home OF melodrama,
under the auspices Of the Interna-
tIOnal circuit. The PLAY was THE
Hour Of Temptation, with Eleanor
Montell, daughter Of Eugenlc Blair.
as the heroine.
Vivian Marin, who has just mudo
her debut on the Paramount program
In the Oliver Morosco photoplay.
The Stronger Love-" has commenced
activities on new vehicle to be re-
leased under the psllas brand. The
Right Direction" touching drama
by Julia Crawford tvers is the title
OF the latest Vivian Martin subject
In which the star appears as waif
Of the tenements. AS Polly Eccles
Miss Martin will portray tho Little
Mother" Of the slums OF big east
ern city who starts out to tramp to
California where she expects to find a
bright future for herself ms well as
for her baby brother, Billy Boy"
Many different difficulties and dan
gers are encountered on the way
which lead up to Il most surprising
climax.
o
Katherine Kavanagh, the young
actress and playwright. OF Baltimore.
The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1916-09-07

Cleveland has received s2lS,OOO in
payment OF three years taxes from
its street railway company.