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Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1916-07-19
MISTAKEN FOR BURGLAR
WAS SHOT IN CHICAGO

Palmer Miller of Ionia a well-known
young man here was shot and killed
Friday in Chicago, being mistaken for
burglar.
Palmer was spending the evening at
the home of /. " Edgerton and with
the family was seated on the front
porch. Mr.. Edgerton said he would
go across the road and get some ice
cream. Returning Mr.. Edgerton
thought he saw a light upstairs in
the house, and called the police sta
ton only block or so away ana
told them his house was being bur-
glarized.
Palmer told Mr.. Edgerton TO
watch the front door and said he
would go to the back door which he
did, picking up two fiatirons and as
he stepped out on to the rear porch
he saw a man running down the al
ley toward him. This proved TO be
one of the policemen from the station
who was in citizens clothes. Palmer
thought the policeman was the bur-
glar and started for him. The police
man thought Miller was the man he
was called to arrest, and ordered him
TO stop. He came on as did the pol
iceman and the policeman sent one
bullet into Palmer's shoulder, and as
he still came on and grappled the pol
iceman fired two more shots, which
took effect also hit him on the head
with his gun. Palmer fell with his
arms grasping around the officers
legs, crying as he went down, give
got him, don't let him CO."
Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1916-07-19
PAT ROE WAS TOUCHED
UP BY PICK POCKETS

Sneak thieves and pickpockets were
operating among the crowds at the
circus in Greenville last Saturday.
Pat Roe was touched up for five dol
lars and a check for thirty dollars
drawn on a Lowell bank.
When Mr.. Roe and Reuben Bradish
were boarding the train to leave for
home two or three of the lighting
cred gentry pushed into the crowd and
one of them extracted Mr.. Roe's pock-
ct book from his trousers pocket so
quickly and deity that he didn't know
it. Payment on the check has been
stopped but his old pocket book and
the five dollar bill is gone.
Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1916-07-19
Belding Grange

BeIdIng Orange
The regular meeting of Belding
Grange will be held July % at eight
o'clock sharp. A fine class will start
in the first degree.
Music-Grange.
Roll Gala favorite verse.
Paper on Fourth Degree-Miss
Edna hummer.
Music-Mrs. Hall and Mrs. Tut
tie.
Reading-Mrs. M. l.. Howe.
Selection-Mrs. Lou futile.
Music-Grange.
Refreshments Of lemonade and
waters will be served. Will each one
kindly come prepared.
Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1916-07-19

The greatest results in every field
of efsrt are usually attained by sim
pie means and the exercise of ordinary
qualities.
Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1916-07-19

And some people who are always
prepared for the worst remind US Of
mourners at a funeral.
Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1916-07-19

A literary hack sometimes carries
the publisher over the road TO wealth.
Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1916-07-19

Don't forget that every customer
who comes to your counter is an un-
developed opportunity for you. The
more customers you serve, and the
better you serve them, the more rapid
will be your growth.
Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1916-07-19
BASE BALL SCHEDULE FOR
lilly

July 22-Saginaw All-Stars, South
ern Michigan League players.
July B-Saginaw All-Stars.
July 24-DetrOit GrottOs, Stars of
Masonic League.
July 25-DetrOit Grottos, Stars of
Masonic League.
July 29-St. Johns.
July 30-IOnia.
Games Called-3 80.
The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1916-03-19
By FREDERICK LEWIS Author of what Happened to Mary"

7 boon like n nightmare to him. dream
that Het his head to thrObblnG. and In
which the only real thing was the stall
wnrt bulk of Macpherson encouraging
him forwnrd-unh thcn-the little
shoe! Ho reused himself with start
realizing that the Scotchmnn was an
swerIng his question.
"It might haze been fifteen minutes
mayhnp more. when We COON TO her
little footprints In the snow. Then"
no paused moment and his voice sof.
tened. I'VE found her wee slipper in a
snow bank. 4 bit further wo found
tOther one-and the snow began tho be
ilecked WI draps OF blood. But should
say II was mnlr than half an hour be-
fore we COON upon the lassEo herself.
lying in faint like"
WAS she cOnscIOus?"
Mae, and we could ma bring her to,
so we wrnppIt her In COR coats and
took her bnClS to the guide wife"
will you tell us please in what con-
dition Miss Page was when I-when
you-arrIved at your house with herr
Macpherson frownGd Mt the memory
and deeper note crept into his tones
as he said slowly:
"Sho was mac conscious. and her
clothes were taIrn to pieces and hangIn'
in ribands. Such clothes as she had
on. puir Iassie! Her feGties were cut
WI the Ice and the stones, and there
was n terrible wound on her forehead
and an III faurcd queer bruise on one
shoulder"
Was your wife alone in the house
when you rsturned?"
Nae. there was maybe half dozen
men frae the town. who had heard Of
tho lassie and had COON TO help the
search. They set up shout when
they saw us, and l had one Of them
fire his revolver to tell tho others MISS
Page was wi u.s.
Did they show any emotion at the
The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1916-03-19
copyrIsh.. 1915. by mecIur. Publications.

I Ithers plainly. and sh0utIt. Go back,
unless ye want to be hurtit!' But they
| only Bworc ut me, and when I saw they
woro gaInIn' I sent load OF shot to-
wards them II did ma harm. but they
StoppIt short. the SEQ II there wR8 hurt.
They'll ma COON after uS ngnin the
nicht.' said; but 1t was ma mair than
n few minutes before Mr.. Lnngdon said.
I hear the motor!' And said. There's
anIther barrel to tho gum"
1t was Il strange scene that he drew
for them in his deep. quiet voiCe-a
scene so unreal that II was incredible
to most OF those present that 1t could
oil have happened not so worry many
miles from the courtroom where thCy
now snt-a scene with the dark, snowy
road and tho silent woods for It's set
ting. with tho flying sleigh speeding
almost roiseless over the slippery road.
LRnEdon. his face white and set with
fatigue and anxiety holding the tug
ging relns in one hand while the other
arm held close the Unconscious form
OF Mary. her bandaged head CHASTITY
above the enwrapping blankets: while
over them lowered the grim figure OF
the great Scotchman. his shotgun to
his shoulder. his big body swaylng with
tho speed OF the flying sleigh.
81 waited till they came oop too close"
he finished. deep note throbbing in
his voice. land then I did fer a tire
WI the second shot The auto nigh
upset WI the force OF the explosion,
and they all jumpit DOT. And that was
the last we saw OF them"
did you remain ut Dr. Jamison's
house whoa you reached there?"
Ma For when I had seen the puIr
lassie taken away by the kind guide
wife OF the DOCTOR and I knew she
were safe. keepit thinkln' of how fast
the men had gone fru the hoose that
NIGHT. and i says to Mr.. Langdon. 4
will jes' take run back to the town.
The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1916-03-19

she heord him sh6 gave q cry of no,
no. MOI and dragged herself up from
where she lay and chung to Mr.. Lang
don. At that the man Pollock pushlt
by me and cried. Mary! Mary-I have
como 10 take you home.'"
did Miss Page answer him?'
Nae, she just Bhookit her head. and
Mr.. LangdOn said, Miss Page IL not
going home yet But Mr. Pollock was
sair angry and shouted. 'Whnt the
devil have you got to do with It?
Haven't you made trouble enoughT"
did Mr.. Pollock make any move to-
ward Miss Page?"
AYE. lie tooklt quick step for
ward like he would carry her off. but
the guide wife stopplt him. yell ma
move tn puir laSsie till she Ia warm
and Testit,' she said. and put her arms
ABBOTT her and toolsit her into the bed
room bcyant Mr.. Langdon helpIt her,
and when he cnme cot he said. Miss
Page Will not return to her drunken
father. My friend DR.. JamIsnn and his
wife will give her temporary shelter
and the proper medical attention.
did Mr.. Pollock acquesce?" Lang
don's voice was dry with "reminiscences.
mir. Pollock was snIr angry. and he
said. It is not for you to say what my
future wife shall do. I'll not have her
put with your friends. She shall 20
home with mel can protect her from
her father. / suppose you think you
can carry her off right under my nose.
Well. let me tell you that's called by m
uplv nanaB Ar TINT nv TmDU1or
shouts. What do you mean. DIVE Pol
lock? Tell me what you mean by
that! He lookIt SO fierce feared q
fight. 80 went between them md said,
Dlnnn fash yersels like that Think
Of the puIr lassIe-and be quiet Then
says to Mr. Pollock, yell gang out
side n bit and when the lassie Is restit,
I'll let We know"
The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1916-03-19

BARN. His face wore all drawn and
twlstit like. and his mouth was slob.
BERN. and he kept cryin'. I was drunk
Il was drunkl You tell thom, Annie
You tell them!' At that she says like
one speakln' to child There, there,
Dan-youre safe!' And then there
came an awfu cry from ootside:
Come DOT, Dan Page-or well smoke
yc DOT like the beast that ye arc!' at
that Mrs. Page began 10 sob and says.
oh. what shall l do? What shall l
do! They Will M talk to me--und
they'll burn DOR house. they'll burn DOR
house! oh, IL Philip were only here"
Dinna greet said. I'll get him.
but we mum ha time. Let Dan Page
go upstairs and talk to them from u
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 whinpered. I can't, ] cnn't!'
But grabbit him by the arm and pull
ed him to his feet Be man. cried.
and shookit him. BE man and get
you upstairs
YOU'D be snfe in the cupola, Dan.
says Mrs. Page. I'll stay with you
and this kind man will go for Philip
But he kept snyin'. No. no. and ]
could hear the others bangin' at the
door and dnrod not stay. so slippit
DOT the way came and went off for
Mr.. Langdon."
Mrs. Page. whose anxiety to be near
Mary had kept her from returning to
the witness room. shuddered mt 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 at
her ns she strove to drag Dan Page
up stairs towards the cupoIa.
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did Mr.. Pollock go them"
AYE. for went WI him to the door
myself"
Were tho men still outsider"
INA. and 1t gl' mo n shock like, for
oude see M ono exceptlt the friends
OF Mr.. Pollock. The ithers had all
slippIt ava towards tho town"
did you speak Of their absence
when you re-entered the cabling"
INA, for had ither matters to make
clear. l had mado up ma mind that it
was ma with Mr.. Pollock that the las.
sic should go. so pit 1t tue AIR. Lang
don, that WI my horse in the sleigh.
we cude carry the lassie out tho door
to the kitchen and drive Off, leavin' the
gude wife to tell the ithers."
did you carry this plan out?"
"Aye. We fllllt the sleigh with
blankets, and pit my shotgun in tho
front and we helpit tho lussie DOT"
win you tell us please" broke in
the Judge with some asperity, what
you expected to do with shot-gun?"
And n little twinkle sparlsled for an
instant in MacPherson's eyes.
''Mr Pollock was In an automobile"
he said. "nnd shot Is n grand thing for
tires. Nae Goot you can guess yourself
how much chance they have to es-
cape it."
A ripple OF laughter swept through
the room. Instantly hushed Mt the
warning frown Of the Judge, and Mac
Pherson. his huge brown hnnds gripped
about the edge OF the stand. turned In
quirinGly towards LanEdon.
"win you tell us, Mr.. MACPHERSON.
as briefly as possible, what occurred
while you were on your way to tho
residence OF DR.. Jamlson?'
eve had ma. MAR than got startlt
when the noise OF the horse brought
one OF Pollock's friends to the corner
of the house to look oop the back road.
AT sight of us no gave n cry and ran
bnck. shoutin' TO Mr.. Pollock .
We had n fair getaway. but M horse
Is rs guide as ono of those devil mn
chimes. and they were after us ut once.
So tookIt the relns and give them 10
Mr.. Lungdon and said, You drive, and
pit the lassIe doom. I've way of stop
PIN them as Is benin. but need my
hands At thot toolslt my gun and
stude up In the sleigh. cude see the
The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1916-03-19

sight of Miss Pages condition." asked
Langdon. and little shudder shook
Mrs. Page. who alone of all those pres
ent knew OF the tragedy to which that
emotion" had led. NracPherson's
voice. too. was grim as he said:
II wouldna call 1t emotion. but there
was guide bit Of murmurin' against
those who had driven SO sweet lassle
dIstractIt and sent her to maybe her
death in the snow. The murmurin'
grew louder when they saw the hurt
and there were cries TO know who had
done It When Mr.. Langdon told them.
the murnurs grew louder and finally
one of the lads cried out in a loud voice,
This town has ma room for wifebcat-
ers and drunken brutes-he ought to
be hung"
A stir OF excitement swept through
tho courtroom, for Macpherson, with
out q gesture. with no moro than n
rising infection of his voice. had
brought before them vision Of the
snowy night and the little house from
whose doorway tho lamplight streamed
out. mellowing the snow to gold. and
touching with its fingers of light the
grim faces OF that group OF men stirred
to the deep anger of the mob at the
thought of Dan Pages brutality.
did tho other men make any
threats?'
"Aye. Another one of them cried
DOT. KILN is too good fer Dan Page.
He should be horsewhipped out of
town At that. my wife COON up to
me and says. For the lassIe's sake.
don't let them be takin' the law into
their DON hands or there'l be murder
done this nicht.'S So 1 cried 'Dinna
take the matter too personal. lads
we've law and gnol in the town.
Somebody get the sheriff
"Did they heed you?"
Il couldna tell at the time. because
Just then a cutter comes dashln' oop
with twn men in 1t, and one shouts
GOT. Have you found Mary Pager And
they all answers Yes. she's found!'
Then he says. I'm David Pollocls-her
flanco-and have como to take her
home"
WAS Miss Page still unconscious7'
Tho question came sharply. MacPher-
son shook his head.
! Nae, she was conscious. and when
The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1916-03-19

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
merclfully numb with the horror of 1t
then: consumed only with the desire
to hold those men at bay long enough
for MRcPhcrson to bring help, and II
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 oil tho eloqucnce of her
great fear she had pleaded with the
mob below to so away. They had
seemed oil eyes floating on great pool
OF blnckness against tho snow as she
looked down. but later she could see
tho grim mouths below the eyes and
knew that her pleas were falling on
denf cars.
Finally ono who seemed to be tho
rlnEleader had stepped forward and
cried:
Where Is your husband? 1t is he
that We want to talk to-" And she
had lied and said. "He Is sleeping"
They muttered ominously at TINT
and again the ringleader spoke: awe
have no Quarrel with you. Mrs. Page
but no drunkard who strikes his dnugh-
ter and drives her insane shall stay In
this town-Dnn Page has got to 20"
"He will. ho WILL" she promised wild
~. 'Ill take him away today. &c
didn't mean to hurt us-he didn't know
what no was doing But he'll 70
nway.-oh. l promise that" And again
the grim voice answered her:
He'll so. but WE'LL SEQ him off
Lot him stand up like 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 md
wept and pleaded Mrs. Page herself ala
not remember, but somehow she Mad
held them-still threatening-still omi-
nous-till fur down tho road she saw
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I'm thinltin'. and make sure there's ma
harm COON to Dan Page through this
NIGHTS work. And Mr.. Langdon says,
quick like. What do you mean2' So /
told him and the doctor. and Mr.. Lang
doctor wouldna let him. DInna fash
yerser.' I said, when saw the doctor
was RIGHT TIL gaze fast. and II 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 I went back
alone"
"At what hour did you reach the
home of Miss Page?''
II dlnna ken the exact hour. but It
were aboot daylight. and cude see
quito ways ahend of me-"
"Wlll you tell us. please. what you
saw when you approached the Page
house?"
Slowly one great hand clInched 1t
self into knotted fist, and tho muscles
OF his jaw frightened. and across those
who sat between. the gray eyes OF the
Scotchnan and the tcar-dlmmed eyes
of Mrs. Page met in mute commune
Ion of terrible memories. Then. slowly
with new tone OF suppressed excite
mcnt in his voice he said:
When got ME enough to see the
hoose, cude sec great black splotcf
in front of It. that mude DOT TO be
men. Then I cude hear shouts: Come
cot. Dan Page. we've sunmat to say
to you!' So I didna drive right oop
to the place. stoppIt in the road and
crepit through the wood ut the back
and. hiding under tho hedge, got oop
to the rear. Then l wrote on a wee
scrap OF paper, Two news OF Mary
and como to bring help Then ]
tappit on window. till 1 saw Mrs
Page perrin oot-and held up the
paper.
After minute or so she unlatchit
tho back door and sllppit in. oh,
Mr.. MncPherson.' says the puir lady
cryin'. Is my girl safer And / says
Safe and sound asleep And she says
Thank Cod Then / heerd another
voice sayLn'. Annie. Annie-who IS III
Don't let them get me-oh. my God
don't let them get mel And / saw
that Dan Page was hidin behind her
clLngin' to her skirts like a scared
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SVNoPsIS.

Mary Page, actreSs. Ia accused OF thu
murder Of David Pollock and 10 defended
by her lover. Philip Langdon. Pollock
was intoxicated. At Mnry'B trial she ad.
tnits she had tho revolver. Her maid
tostIhes that Mary threatened Pollock
with It previously. and MaFy'S leading
man duplicates Langdon. How Mary dis
appeared from the scene OF the crime ~ q
mystery. Brandon tells Of n strange hand
print he saw on Mary'S shoulder. Further
evidence shows that horror Of drink pro-
duces temporary insanity IN Mary. y The
defense IL depressed psychOSlS."
The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1916-03-19
CHAPTER v.
Her Fathers Death.

. PSYCHOLOGISTS and those SCI
- entists who study the human
brain declare that the focus Of
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-10-09

or certainly a year ago? The president
says that the matter was agitated toI
over year. We might at least expect
the so-called judgment Of society dis
covered by the administration to APP
pear in the democratic platform. The
answer is that we are not dealing will
any judgment of society, or with an
eight hour work day. but with an In
crease of wages, as to the Justice OF
which neither society nor the. admins
tration has any information.
Serious Blow to Labor.
This bill is serious blow to labor
1t ,ndermines what labor has sought
to maintain. 1t substitutes legislation
for collective bargaining. do not
speak Of the validity of the bill. I am
speaking of it's policy from the labor
standpoint. Is labor prepared to- give
up collective bargaining and to have
wages fixed by law? II wages can be
increased by law they can be decreas-
ed.
The principle OF arbitration has
been betrayed. Labor has worked for
this principle. 1t has won important
victories and public opinion has devel-
oped in its favor. But what becomes
of this principle if arbitration is
secuted and force is recognized as vic
tor? The essence OF arbitration is a
fair, prompt and impartial hearing. It
is idle to say that such a hearing could
not be had. That is simply to insist
that we cannot provide for justice in
this country"
Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-10-09
PREFERS OPERATION TO PRISON
Aged Pervert Agrees to Undergo Oper
alton Put Up to Him by judge.

alton Put Up TO HIM by Judge.
Chicago. Oct. Levin Shapiro
no longer quails irrssolutely in
the presence of the grim al
tentative offered him by the superior
court. He has made his decision.
Fitiable, old. captive OF q mental
monster that makes him a menace to
society, Shapiro last night DULY said
he will submit to sterilization rather
than serve the remainder Of his life
in the penitentiary.
Shapiro was q man, then problem.
Now in the course of his social evoiu-
ton he becomes an educational expert
ment. His crime was the enticement
o.f small girls for the satisfaction of q
perverted instinct, which pursued him
even in old age. Judge Marcus Kav-
anaugh in sentencing him gave him
the choice between twenty years in
Joliet or sterilization.
Shapiro, the problem, came out OF
his cell last night to give his decision.
A heavily bearded old man. formidable
CROUCH physically, but dispirited and
negligible except that IN his present
condition and at liberty he constitutes
Il menace TO society.
Il will take the operation" he said.
81. IS hest. Twenty .ea-s II the ren!
terNiary would kill me. Members Of
my family will be here in the morn
ing, and l have left the final decision
to them. but l think they are agreed
with me-