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White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1916-04-02

steadily dragged them all toward the
front door, with Molly now screaming
and Nina, her arms about her mis-
tress' waist, jerking her from behind
"Mina.' cried Molly. LET go! You're|
pulling my arm in twow
The weight of Tommy Reeler told al
last. The minister's hold on Sledge's
neck loosened. and he and Tommy
tumbled back with a thud into the mid.
die of the parlor, rolling under thel
very chandelier which was to have been
the pivot of the wedding. Tommy,
who had risen to be a boss contractor
largely through muscular will, enjoyedf
a lively tussle with the young minis.
ter, but luck favored him, and he land.
ed on top.
Now, you benaver' he painted. with
his hand at the minister's throat and
his fist held in convenient range for
microscopical scrutiny. Il don't want
you to start anything with me because
l daren't punch a preacher
With as steady u progress as II he
had been marching behind a hearse
Sledge dragged Molly out of the hall
and across the porch and to the door
Of his waiting limousine, into which
he pulled her with the same careful
force as Il man landing a particularly
game bass.
Home. Billyw he chuckled to the
driver.
Molly's first and perfectly normal &C
ton when the limousine drove away
with her was to indulge In a splendid
case of hysteria. not n detail OF
which was omitted. She laughed, she
cried, she ~shrieked, she pounded her
heels on the floor of the car. she tried
to jump out of the machine, she laugh
ed and she cried again. and SledgeI
was 50 scared that he wilted his col
lar.
you're all right, Miss Molly" he
hoarsely cooed over and over, but final
~ a happy thought struck him, and,
opening a forward window, he gruf1y
directed. Say. Billy. step at Sheeny
Jake's and bring out a slug Of rye"
Molly dabbed at her eyes with the
flmy lace handkerchief which she had
intended to carry under the cut glass
chandelier.
You are hurting m ~ wrist" she com
| planned.
He let go SLOWLY and looked at theI
deep white indentations of his big I'm
gers. He almost blubbered.
SIN a slob.' he confessed. why.
Miss Molly. I'd saw my leg of BEFORE
I'd hurt you. Why, doggone it. YOU'RE
like a flower or a butterfly or a canary
to me, Look at that wrist"
She drew her hand away. with al
splendid assumption OF cold disdaln
although. through some freak or fancy
she could see the giggling face of Fern
'Mr. Sledee. where are you taking
me?"
Home" he informed her. WERE
goana get married"
In spite of her tearing anger. there
was something in this so ridiculous
that she was compelled to laugh. and
with the first peal Sledge paled.
"Hit 'er upr' he yelled to his driver
81 want that booze quick! Please
don't. Miss Molly; you're all rightv
And he made the futile attempt Of
hopping his brow with the foolish lit,
tie handkerchief which he somehow
found in his hand.
"Let me out Of here!" she demanded.
mix" be grufiy replied. "You don't
fool me again. I'm goana marry you"
! (Conunus1 ~ pags avs.y
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oieuBe ID u pedStr shdfeeu JeSslo
~vehemently. HE is the most cruel
and vicious man In the world, l think.
Dicky says he should be killed"
He isn't really so bad" declared
Molly, trying to be just. Hes like
other strong people. He doesn't know
how badly he hurts. He's like q foot
ball player shaking hands with you"
HE Is a BRUTE" shuddered Jessie.
Il stood by him In Maberly's candy
store yesterday. and was actually
afraid of him for fear | would annoy
him by being In his way and he might
turn around and be rough to me-"
Molly laughed softly at the idea Of
Sledge's being rough to little Jessie
Peters.
why, he'd be SO gentle to you as to
be ridiculous" she said. Not even
! Dicky could be more gentle"
Jessie Strengthened Immediately.
"How absurd!' she laughed. You
don't know Dicky. Molly. He isn't like
other men. Why. when we found that
we had lost every cent we had In the
world and would be In debt besides
and would even lose our home father
blamed mother for signing the mort
gage and has been cross with her eve
since be got into difficulties. and there
isn't a better father than mine. But
Dickyi Why. when the West End
bank failed because 1t held too many
street railway securities and Dicky lost
fl.4 &c ono h. aa.n - L.,., -. =. IA.aa
do you know what he did? He took
me to the tbeater and pat,ed my hand
all through the show and told me how
young we we're. and how much money
we were going to make. and how happy
we'd be eye if WI didn't. and he
wouldn't hear to fathers having us
postpone our wedding for Il minute.
Why. Molly. he can't do without me,
and | can't do without him It's Won
derful.'
Molly patted Jessie's shoulder
th%oughtfully.
II guess you and Dicky love each
other very much" she suggested.
Il don't know how to tell it." con-
fessed Jessie shyly. Love is such a
tremendous thing, Molly. 1t cries."
Molly was startled into silence.
What was this thing that she was do
ing? She was entering OF the most
serious relationship in life as the ter
mination of IA game In which love. such
as Jessie knew had had no part, In
which even SQmance. to which every
girl Is entitled at least once. had been
made subservient TO business, to stock
manipulations. to real estate deals and
to stubbornness. The only n who
had been a all romantic-and she
smiled with a trace of humiliation as
she remembered twas big. coarse
Sledge.
you're going to be very happy, Jes-
sie," admitted Molly. refusing to own
she was envious.
I'm SO happy I'm selfish" replied
Jessie comfortably. i've even for
gotten to ask why you were SO Insist
ent this morning upon having me come
over at such an exact minute"
~ wanted you at my wedding
smiled Molly.
"Mollyf' exclaimed Jessie. That's
why you and Fern are all In white.
Oh, and | came over In my old blue
tailored suit"
"That's lucky" laughed Molly. "You
know the old rhine, Something old and
something new. something borrowed
and something blue
st shan't be something blue de-
clared Jessie. I'm too happy for that,
and so are you. You're a lucky girl,
Molly. You have everything In the
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world-friends and money and a pref
ty home and everything you want. In
Guiding the man you love"
II suppose | an lucky" agreed Mol
ly. putting her arm more lovingly
about her friend Somehow she did
not like to let go Of little Jessie.
There was a knock ut the door. but
It was Fern who stood there in place
Of Nina.
1.-The minister Is here" whispered
Fern In her most mysterious air, and
her eyes We're dancing. He's In the
parlor. trying not to see that shocking
picture. and Bert's In the library pull
ing his thumbs. and your fathers In
the den. most respectfully quiet. Jes-
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CHAPTER wi
The Minister Comes.

ONEST. | cant giggle about
anything any more." regret.
ted Fern, rescuing a dis
earded shoe of Molly's from
under the boudoir couch and looking
anxiously about her for any other
White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1916-04-02
XVIII.
Molly Starts For q Drive.

4 LOOSENING of his collar. a
~ dash of cold water into his
"a face. a sip of brandy, restored
White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1916-04-02

6ledge. a typical politician, becomes In
fatuated with Molly Marley. daughter Of
. street car company president. He sends
her red roses.
Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1916-11-10

ton to which he had just been sub
jected in the presence Of the fright
ened girl. go, Ell? I go or stay as /
please. You've seen how I treat mon
grel ours. Take warning by it."
He mistook Toms calm self-control
for cowardice, and enforced his angry
retort by a smashing blow at Morris
sey's face.
But Tom, sidestepping the blow,
landed a short-arm left handler be-
tween his assailant's eyes.
He struck too high to score knock
out. But he broke the bridge of Hen
RVS nose and sent him Keeling back
ward under the trained muscular drive
of his fist.
Henry's Keeling feet missed the top
step. He fell sprawling into the BRAN
bly, heart of the very rose bush under
which poor little Hutch lay buried.
Painfully Henry Rokeson crawled to
his feet, holding two very badly
scratched hands over his broken nose.
In his heart blazed a murderously
undying hatred for his conqueror. Glar-
ing up at Tom, from between his puff
fing and blackened lids, Henry gasped
incOherently:
'T'll get you for that! I'll get you,
if it takes my last breath and my faith
er's last dollar and last scrap Of influ-
ence. I'll get you!"
Henry RokeSon-diSheveled his face
distorted with swelling and with fury
stamped into his fathers study,
three minutes later.
"Look at met" he gurgled, choking
~. "Look at me! That Morrissey
swine did this. He"
His father broke into amazed ques-
tioning. But Henry cut him short.
you've been wanting me to accept
that chance to go to Vienna, as at
tache to the United States embassy
there. 1 didn't want to go, in spite of
your saying it meant a big career for
me. I don't want to, even yet. But
I'll make a bargain with you: I'll go
to Vienna, without any further kick,
If you will find a way, first, to send
Morrissey to Jail. Get him prison
sentence for what he's done to me, and
I'll start for Vienna the day after he's
sentenced"
aTn do II" said the elder Rokeson
eagerly, II ought to have pull enough
In this town to get pretty much what
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Champion Colborn ran faster. Tom
white bulldog dart out into Hudson
lane and fling himself upon the IN
suspectingly frisking little mongrel
puppy.
There was a deep-throated grOwl,
followed at once by an almost human
scream of mortal agony. Then in re-
Spouse to his masters laughing sum-
mons, the bulldog logged back into
the Rokeson grounds.
On the sidewalk lay a pitifully
moveless little mass of yellow fluff.
Tom went out into Hudson lane, ten
derby picked up the lifeless body of
his loved pet, and bore 1t back into
his own yard, smoothing out the rum
pied yellow fur as he walked.
Is In Tom Morrissey's heart was no
rancor of vengefulness.
He did not want his mother to see
Hutch's twisted body, lest the sight
make her cry. So, getting a spade.
lie buried his four-foOted chum under
IL UlS zOSc UuSA Al q SoAhCA Va eAS
porch.
Mabel had better time than she
had expected at the pavilion dance
that evening.
The first check to her pleasure came
aboutnten o'clock when Elsie Paynter's
brother brought up man to be intro
duced to her. Elsie's white forehead
puckered into a slight frown Of dis
pleasure as she recognized the new
conner. He was Henry Rokeson.
For more than a year Henry's eyes
had followed Mabel's dainty figure with
open admiration as she passed him on
the street. Ee had at last admitted
to himself that he was genuinely in
love with this girl whom he had never
even met. He had taken to spending
much time near his own side the boun-
dairy fence, when he saw her at work
in the Morrissey garden. Thus it was
that he had heard that afternoon of
her intention to go with Elsie Paynter
to the pavilion dance.
Henry had laid his own plans ac-
cordingly. He had gone to the dance,
had, with some difficulty, found out
that the man who escorted the two
girls was Elsie's brother, and had,
by dint Of good deal of diplomacy,
picked an acquaintance with him. The
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introduction to Mabe. followed.
Mabel was anything but happy to
meet the man who had once done her
brother such bad turn. But Henry
Rokeson could be extremely fascinat-
ing when he chose.
In less than ten minutes Mabel
found her early resentment against
him fading to nothingness. He was
magnetic, brilliant, altogether delight
ful-to her unsophisticated way Of
thinking.
When the last dance was over he
begged leave to take the girl to her
home in his runabout. Reluctantly and
against her wiser impulses, she con-
scented.
When the all-too-brief ride ended at
the Morrissey gate, Henry helped Ma
bel from the car and walked up the
path to the porch at her side.
Tom had found MabePs latchkey on
the hall table. Knowing she had for
gotten 1t, he had sat up to open the
front door for her. Now, hearing the
motor stop, he looked out of an upper
window. To his amaze, he saw his
sister coming toward the house with
the last man in the world with whom
he would have expected to see her.
He ran downstairs to the front door
to let Mabel in.
Meantime, she and Henry had
paused at the top of the front steps,
while the girl CROPPED in her handbag
for the forgotten latchkey.
Henry Rokeson, scarce knowing
what he did, threw his arms about her.
She wrenched herself free, with an ex-
clamation of alarm just as Tom opened
the door. Henry, blind to all except
his love for her, cried out:
Sweetheart, love you want you
to marry mel"
He caught her again in his arms.
AS he did so he felt himself whirled
backward and away from her with a
force that sent him banging against a
post of the veranda.
In front of him stood Tom Norris
sey, white and coldly resolute.
"Keep your hands off my sister"
commanded Tom, very quietly. eve
do not want men of your sort around
our home. Please 60"
"Go?" beloved Henry, insane rage
gripping him at this interruption to
his love-making, and at the humilia-
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At sight Of his master, the great
dog bounded forward, wagging his
stumpy tail in joyous greeting, leaping
up at Henry for caress. His splayed
paws brushed against Henry's flannel
trousers, leaving dusty marks on the
white cloth.
Henry, with an exasperated curse
at the affectionate brute's awkward
ness, swung back one buckskin-clad
foot and delivered a tremendous kick
on the dogs throat. Both father and
son chuckled with laughter as Cham
pion Colborn tumbled prone into the
dust, under the cruel impact, and then
limped crestfallen back into his ken
mel.
Tom went on with his planting. A
minute later, Mabel emerged from the
cottage. Calling out CHEEKY good-by
to her brother, she walked down the
short garden path to the street gate.
Toms yellow puppy had followed her
from the house and now frisked along
in front Of her, gleeful in the prospect
of a walk. But at the gate she sent
him back, calling:
mo, no, Hutchie! Go back to mas
ter. You can't walk with me this eve
ming"
Chagrined, but optimistic, the puppy
obeyed. He trotted over to Tom. The
boy patted him on the head, then
went on working. The puppy, finding
no one had time to play with him,
decided to go for a walk on his own
account.
He ran to the gate. Mabel had
neglected to close it tightly. A few
scientific butts of Hutch's furry nose
pushed it open wide enough for him
to wriggle out.
Mabel was no longer In sight on
Hudson lane, having turned the cor
ner block above. Hutch cantered on
in happy search for adventure. He
was not long in finding it.
Tom heard Henry Rokeson say, in
amused excitement to the kennel man:
'Let Champion Colborn out again.
Quick! And open the gate in the
hedge that leads into Hudson lane"
To his father, RokesOn explained:
"That mongrel yellow mutt of Nor
rissey's is out on the sidewalk. Watch
some fun -
Tom jumped to his feet and ran to
his own gate. But fast as he ran.
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inst persecution Of your unhappy
brother. am anxious to make
amends. Won't you give me the
chance? If not for my own sake lot
your sick mothers? Faithfully yours,
sHENRY ROKESON."
Mabel thrust the letter into the
bosom of her blouse. She was desper-
ate over her mothers illness. Much
as she loathed the idea of accepting
help from Henry Rokeson, or OF aid
ing him to lessen his very Just re-
morse, she felt she had no right to de-
cline the offer. Her mothers life
might depend on It.
Up the long stairs to their tenement
home she hurried, forcing herself to
Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1916-11-10
FOURTEENTH STORY
The Irony of Justice.

II began on Halloween-on the
night when Tom Morrissey finished
his apprenticeship and received a
union card as a full-fiedged Journey
man printer. With the card he had
received a job in the big shop where
his apprenticeship had been served.
1t was a splendid job, too, for a
boy of twenty-a job that would scare
away the DOGGY of poverty which had
haunted Tom ever since the day, two
years earlier, when his father had
died, leaving his only son with wild
owed mother and pretty sister to
support.
Tom Morrissey was hurrying home
right gleefully, from the shop when,
rounding a corner, he came upon a
group Of boys who were dancing
around a Halloween bonfire. The
blaze roared merrily. The boys greet
ed with cheers each new member of
their group who arrived with an arm
full of fresh fuel.
The cheers swelled to howl Of de-
Hight, as two young fellows ran to-
ward the fire from side street, carry
ing between them a big wooden gate
they had dexterously lifted from it's
place in front of some unguarded
house.
AS the two gate stealers trotted for
ward and cast their burden on the fire,
Tom recognized one of them as Henry
Rokeson, youth several years older
than himself-son of the towns fore
most lawyer-politician.
Tom also saw what none of the bon
flre-builders at first noted. Namely,
that a policeman (who evidently had
watched the gate robbers from dis
tance) was running toward the merry
makers.
Before Tom could call a warning,
the policeman charged down upon the
lads. One of them yelled: "Beat it"
and the group melted as if by magic.
One of them-Henry Rokeson-
dashed across the street toward the
invitingly open entrance to an alley.
AS he ran past Tom, his toe caught
on the edge of the curb, and he
sprawled headl0ng.
Tom stopped to lift young Rokeson
to his feet But the moments delay
had been enough for the policeman to
Overtake him. The bluecOat nabbed
Henry by the collar, shaking him into
submission. In the same movement he
seized Tom Morrissey.
"In the name of the law" sputtered
the officer. "And if either of you re-
sist, I'll pull my gun on you. I saw
the two of you pinch that gate"
"You did not" denied Tom, indig-
nantly. "Pm just on my way from
the shop. 1 stopped here, a second,
to watch"
"You didn't see me do it," declared
Henry Rokeson. 81 was on my way
home from my fathers office, when
noticed this fellow and another boy
going toward the fire, with gate be-
tween them, when"
"You saw me doing that?" gasped
Tom incredulously.
II did," reiterated Henry, "and I'm
ready to swear to it. /"
"Come along, the both of you'll"
broke in the policeman. you can
tell it tomorrow to the judge.
At the towns single police station
(under the city halD the two boys
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were arraigned before a grumpy lieu
tenant ard then consigned to the same
cell.
Henry Rokeson, by means Of a five
dollar tip to the doorman, had tele-
phone message sent to his father. Tom
Morrissey, not wanting to worry his
mother and sister, made no effort to
send word to them.
AS soon as he and his cellmate were
left alone together In their barred cub
The weekly times-record. (Valley City, N.D.) 1912-1922, 1916-05-25

Mr.. and Mrs. Stroud Hollinshead and
baby will leave this evening for Rog-
ers, to spend Sunday at he home OF
Mr.. and Mrs. A. E. Coeman. Mr.. Hol-
linshead will return Sunday evening"
while Mrs. Hollinshead will remain
for a visit for week or more.
Mr.. and Mrs. Volney L. Greep re-
turned to their home at Eckelson on
Saturday, after spending the past TWO
weeks in Valley City. While here
they stopped at the Valley Hotel, and
also were visitors at the home Of Mr..
and Mrs. Henry Beal on West Fifth
street.
Mrs. C. C. Mortrude returned to the
city on Saturday evening from Mime
apolis, where she has been wishing
with relatives. Mr.. and Mrs. Mortrude
are at the E. K. Myhre home on NOR
NAL avenue, until they can find d lur-
nished house in which to live for tne
summer.
Sanborn Enterprise: Miss Elsie
label, teacher in the Richie school Ill
Valley City, and former popular ana
efficient teacher in the primary depart
ment of the local school, was week
end guest of Mr.. and Mrs. VIM. NC
Kean. She returned to her home sun
day evening.
VIM. E., Peterson, district manager
for the Brotherhood Of American 1eo-
man, arrived here Monday evening
from Towner. He will make his mead
quarters at Valley City while working
in the counties of Barnes, Sargent
Richland, and Benson, and will move
his family here to reside before tne
opening of the school next fall.
Miss Marian Jacobson celebrated
her fourth birthday on Saturday a1ter-
noon when she entertained about La
of her friends. The colors used 10 dec'
Grating were pink and white, aro ~,
tie individual baskets in pink anu
white were also given as souvenirs
pleasant time was enjoyed by those
present. I
+ Rev. C. E.. Vermilya announced "
his congregation recently that he was
planning to spend part of the SUM
mer at the anniversary of Chicago uo'
ing some post graduate work. "Preacn'
ers, like teachers and doctors, canno'
do to much to keep abreast o. tne
times" said he. It is reported tnat
Rev. w. c. Lyon, of the Congregation
al church, who likewise believes IN
keeping in touch with the latest
though, has been planning to s'eno
part Of his summer at the same schoo'.
The weekly times-record. (Valley City, N.D.) 1912-1922, 1916-05-25

FOR SALE-Double driving harness
complete with collars, nearly new,
and a bargain. V. Z. Grant, Phone
929H, Cuba, N. D. 18-6d-1w
The weekly times-record. (Valley City, N.D.) 1912-1922, 1916-05-25

BULLS FOR SALE-One registered
Red Polled bull, two years old; one
high grade Red Polled bull, one year
old. Good individuals at reasonable
prices. V. E. Grant, Cuba, N. D.
18-6d-1V
The weekly times-record. (Valley City, N.D.) 1912-1922, 1916-05-25

FOR SALE-Seed barley, Wisconsin
No. S, rye grass seed and rye grass
hay. Fred Getchell. 22-5d-1wp
The weekly times-record. (Valley City, N.D.) 1912-1922, 1916-05-25

FOR SALE-Deere corn planter, and
two cultivators. Mart's Mart. 24-1p
The weekly times-record. (Valley City, N.D.) 1912-1922, 1916-05-25

The Times-Record's phone is No. q
The labor journal. [volume] (Everett, Wash.) 1909-1976, 1916-06-02
A CALL TO YOU!
CIRCULATORS WANTED FOR
INITIATIVE PETITIONS
CALL AT LABOR TEMPLE

During the next sixty days every
citizen of Everett must be given an
opportunity to sign initiative petitions.
The initiative law forbids the pay
ment or promise of payment to any
persons circulating initiative or refer
endum petitions. So W emust call
upon men and women to give their
services to this work without thought
of money compensation for the time
spent. 1t means that we must call
on men and women who have this
work at heart to give of their time
after working hours or during leisure
moments. 1t entails some sacrifice on
your part, but the end is worth it. II
you will call at the Labor Temple you
can obtain petitions to circulate in
your locality. Let us prove to the
reactionary forces who are trying
legislation that the people are jealous
of that right and will never see it
abrogated The best way to do that
is to pile up signatures on these mi
tiative bills. Will you help? Go to