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The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1916-09-28
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THE VALUE OF PRETTY LAWNS
Make Plans Now to Beauty Grounds
Around Your Home in Spring.
Pergola Very Ornamental.

Landscape gardening and architecture
must properly include all forms of dec
Grafton that will increase tho attrac-
tiveness Of the lawn, and such as will
add at the same time monetary value
to the home. 1t is not desired to have
simply pretty lawn, but one that will
enhance the value of the property it.
self, says House and Garden.
There are many things that will ma
terially increase the value Of the lawn
from an artistic standpoint. Among
these may be mentioned the pergola. 1t
Is one Of the newer forms of lawn dec
Grafton in this country, but deserves
encouragement on the part of the real
home lovers, whose desire is to add to
the home plan.
One should understand, however, that
the pergola is not simply a decoration.
1t possesses useful features in addition
to Its attraction as an ornament, and
wherever erected increases the charm
Of the setting.
1t serves as a bower, retreat, and
nook. II may be covered with vines,
and serve as a refuge from inclement
weather. Frequently 1T leads off into
the lawn and sometimes to the garage,
or terminates at a pond or miniature
garden. AT other times 1t will serve as
Il bridge, with columns at either end,
in this way spanning an otherwise
open ravine and adding to the archi-
tectural effects Of the home. In coun-
try homes it has a special place, be-
cause Of the eXpanse that many of the
country abodes possess, thereby max
ing its necessity more keenly felt.
Thus we see tina: the pergola is in
reality useful ornament, and one that
is finding more general favor as home
builders come to realize it's need. 1t
should be given a fair share of the
construction mans consideration. The
study Of the varying materials with
which 1t is built and the effects Of the
different types Of architectural varia-
tions are widespread. It's very pOpu-
larfty has been the fundamental rea-
son why there are today a larger
number Of the structural materials
used in its manufacture.
The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1916-09-28
Ookout. with envious eyes on the

lookout, with envious eyes on the
cask.
This is the real stuff! That raw
dope's for Doolan's election workers."
"And the bunch already soused wit
it," commented the even more envi-
Gus stiekup as he helped roll the sec
ond barrel into Legar's inner quarters.
Slowly the two men carried out the
barrel and lifted 1t to the wagon.
Then the driver climbed aboard.
II was not until that driver was well
away from the waterfront and had
rounded many a corner, that he ven
tured to pull up and tap on the oak
slaves beside him.
Its all right" he called out as he
felt about the rough oak and found
the hidden spring. Just hold steady
now, ana I'll help you out"
The girl uttered a sigh of thankful
ness as they once more got under way.
The Race for Freedom.
Those two worthless known as Old
Eli and Oyster Joe had, in their time.
struggled with many knots. But new
The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1916-09-28
THIRD EPISODE
THE COGNAC CASK

Bring that woman in here!" COM
manded Enoch Golden as he flung
open his library door. He stepped in
side, the next moment, as the figure
In black, pinioned close between
young Nanley and Wilson, the butler,
was piloted into the shadowy room.
"Sit down." he barked out at the
silent and motionless figure with the
heavy black veil still draping It's face.
"Manley. is there any chance of
this woman being armed?" Golden
suddenly asked of his secretary.
shes not armed. sir" was young
Manley's quiet reply, though II took
q tussle before Wilson and I could
get hold OF her"
We'll" Golden said to the yelled
igure In the chair, what brought you
spying and lurking about my homer"
That was a question which the wom-
an apparently chose to leave unan-
swered.
do you intend to answer" de-
manded the millionaire. cor must
have you put out of this house with
out hearing?"
THAT seems to be habit of which
time has not deprived you," was the
quiet-toned reply.
II was not the muffied sting in those
words, nor the calm bitterness with
which they were spoken, but more
the voice itself, with it's ghostly re-
hinder OF other days, that brought
Golden up short.
who are your" he repeated when
be saw that he and the yelled woman
were alone in the room. And why
are you here?"
You will misjudge that" answered
the woman as she threw back the
heavy folds of her veil, AS much as
you misjudged my actions of twenty
years ago."
why are you here?" repeated Gold
en-, with unconsciously hardening
voice.
TT was love for my daughter"
The pugnacity went out of the grim
face bent over the desk top.
What do you know about-about
your daughter" he demanded, not
meeting her gaze.
II know that she is in danger, in
terrible danger"
That means you know where she
Is, where she could be found?" was
Golden's quick inquiry.
That is the one thing that made
me brave enough, or cowardly enough.
The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1916-09-28

10 come TO you. do not know where
she is. But / know that she can De
found"
$50 you have a suspicion where she
ISL"
eyes" acknowledged the patient
eyed woman.
what are those suspicious founded
on?"
"on certain words which I over
heard. words spoken by a very EVIL
man"
what is that mans name"
HE is a one-armed man, named Le-
gar"
Golden half rose from his chair.
80 you and Legar are still com
rades. / seel" he cried. turning the
blade of hate in that still open wound
OF pride.
"Legar and l never were comrades
For years have kept little res
taurant for arr students am shopgiris'
inst on washington squP Q. IL ID
neal the haitian smsrtsy there Some
The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1916-09-28
SYNOPSIS.

On Windward island Palidori intrigues
Mrs. Golden into an appearance of evil
ture the Italian by branding his face and
crushing his hand Paldori opens the
dyke gates and floods the island and IN
the general rush 20 escape the food kid
maps Goiden's siX-year-old daughter Mar
CORY. Twelve years later in New York n
Masked One calling himself the Hammer
OF God sescues an eighteen-year-o girl
from the cadet Casavanti. TO whom Jules
Legar had delivered her. and takes her to
the home OF Enoch Golden, millionaire
whence she is recaptured by Legar. Legar
and Stein are discovered by Manley. Col
den's secretary. setting fire to Golden's
buildings, but escape.
The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1916-09-28

er had they worked harder than over
the knots OF the mysterious stranger
who had left them trussed and bound
to the beams OF their own sail loft.
They might, indeed, have remained
gurgling and writhing there like two
tethered copperheads while the care
less tides rose and fell about them,
had not one Scupulo visited Coney
Island in his dilapidated car of an
cient vintage. and having there con-
ferred with lush dip in hiding from
the fiatties OF Manhattan, decided to
circle homeward by way of Oyster
Joe's, In the hope OF that refreshment
which had more than cnce cheered
him on his dusty Journeys.
Instead OF finding refreshment, how
ever, he unearthed two ferocious-eyed
and dry-throated captives, who, when
released, danced and gesticulated in
coherently about their habitation.
Then, when speech had returned to
them the visit Of the mysterious
stranger was explained and the neces-
sity Of getting in touch with Legar
made plain.
1t was not long, accordingly, before
three men and car naively missing
on one cylinder went coughing inland
along the narrow road threading
those uncounted acres Of sea marsh.
They were within fifty PAGES of a
crossroads landmark known as Chin
ney-Pot Corner when below not un-
like that OF branded range steer
burst from the indignant throat of Old
Eli. For that worthy had the unique
experience OF beholding not only his
own purloined team and wagon, but
disconcertingly lifelike replica Of
himself driving It. Scupulo, with the
genius OF a true general, arrested the
progress OF that wagon by promptly
stopping his car directly in it's track.
This collision in no way improved the
vehicle Of ancient vintage; but sterner
issues were at hand. A moment later
the belligerent trio from the broken
car were trimphantly charging for
Margory Golden and her guardian.
That guardian, fully realizing the
meaning of the charge, tossed his
reins to the frightened girl and COM
manded her to drive for all she was
worth. Then he himself prepared for
| invaders
1t was to the first conner that he
| directed his main attention, for Scupu-
10, he noticed, already held knife in
his swarthy hand One well-placed
kick on the clenching knuckles, how
| ever cent tbot oIgr,rooripr iofoIa ~
steel circling off into the road-dust,
and an equally well-placed blow on the
jaw sent the owner of the knife after
1t.
In the meantime, however, both Oys-
ter Joe and Old Eli had gained the
wagon platform. The former found
| himself suddenly clenched by the
waist and lifted clear of the wagon.
Why he should so quickly and so vio-
lently come into collision with the
swaying figure OF Oyster Joe, like an
alley ball hitting a nine-pin, was a
matter which for all time remained a
mystery to him. Rut over the side OF
the laundering wagon the two figures
suddenly toppled. rolling along the
dust with limbs interlaced and claw
| ing hands unreasonably clenched in
each others hair. And before they re-
gained either their feet or their men
tai faculties. the wagon itself was we'll
on its way.
Yet the driver OF that wagon knew
that his escape was only q temporary
! one
The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1916-09-28
WE WANT REAL HOMES AGAIN
Americans More and More Understand
Value Of Having Residence With
Some Land Around It.

We are today, for the second time in
America, reaching the homestead Pc
Rod. We had it back in the old colo
NAL days, when we built substantially.
Then came the second generation Of
our foreign-born population, and their
spirit was expressed in elaborate and
futile limitations of homes ursuited
to American lives.
More leisure has come to us, more
settled spirit of patriotism that breeds
sympathy with all national achieve
ment, and the time now seems ripe
for the building of homes suited to the
American spirit, substantial, comfort
able, facing the servant problem frank
ly realizing growing interest in beau
ty, expressing, too, the keynote of our
civilization - individually, says the
Craftsman.
Because we are demanding homes of
the type that we want to live in, home
building has become the most absorb
ing topic of this generation. Whereas
even few years ago the difficulty was
to keep the country boy and girl in
any way attached to the land, the city
holding the lure that unbalanced all
youth, today the world is reaching
back to home life, gardening, farming;
you find boys who work in the city tell
ing you frankly that they travel many
miles day rather than give up coun-
try life. You find young women plan
ming from the day of their marriage to
have a home of their own, built to
their needs, furnished as they like it.
The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1916-09-28

times a foreigner or two comes in,
mostly by accident. But yesterday,
when | was in the kitchen, three men
came in a hurry. They had lodged
under cover there to escape being
seen by a plain-clothes man. l could
hear their talk through the little
kitchen slide through which we pass
our dishes. And when | heard their
voices l opened the slide a little, and
knew at once that one of the men
was Palidori, or Legar, as he calls
himself now. He was talking mostly
to a man called Casavanti. Then"
wait a minute" interrupted Gold
en-, with his finger on the bell button,
Il want my secretary to hear this"
The woman in black sat silent until
Manley had re-entered the room. Then
Golden motioned for her to continue.
Il heard Legar mention your name"
she went on, still unmoved by the
older mans half-sneering incredulity.
Then he blamed Casavanti for some
scheme that had failed. some scheme
TO degrade my Margory. But he had
the girl back, he said, and this time
he'd expect Casavanti to do his part.
"Casavanti also said he wanted that
woman for himself, and declared she'd
come like a hungry cat when he'd fin.
ished with her. | knew then what he
was. / knew what Legar was plan
ming. lit made me forget every
thing. l started for the table where
they were. ! tried to hold Legar. I
think l called for help. l chung to
him as he staggered toward the door.
But one of his men struck me. They
escaped, then, for / was too dazed to
do anything more"
1t was Manley who spoke next, an
eager light in his scowling young eyes.
but where did they say the girl
was?" he asked.
They did not say. But one Of them
spoke of Oyster Joe, who'd stolen
some casks OF old cognac. This man
Oyster Joe was sending the casks by
another man named Old Eli to some
secret hiding place"
but now Can ludI uelp US dSheu
Manley.
81 thought, with those names to
work with, might in some way find
my child, find her and save her. Sure
ly, with money, men could be hired"
do you hear, Manley." broke in the
grim jawed man of millions. ITS
money again! It's always money!"
He wheeled about and confronted the
tired-faced woman This is the sec
ond pretty story I've had to listen to
lately And, madam, / may as well
tell you now that l don't believe a
single word of it. Whether you're an
other come-on for that Cookson gang
or not, | don't know. / don't even
care. But / know that twenty years
ago you deceived me, and lied to me.
You robbed me of more than my home
then. But you'll never do it second
time!"
The white-faced woman was also on
her feet by this time.
81 have no wish to go back to the
past" was her coldly-enunciated re-
ply. 81 expect neither pity nor gen.
The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1916-09-28

We've got 10 get out OF thisi" he
called TO the lu,chiug girl at his side,
as he seized the reins and caught up a
whip. We've got a run of a mile and
more before we can reach Bohawkin
bridge and helpi"
He dashed the team forward. "We've
got TO get to that bridget"
The girl suddenly caught at his arm.
II can see q cart" she called out.
It's following us! It's gaining on us!"
Again the driver piled his whip.
Are they still gaining?" he asked,
a moment later.
Yes" was the girls answer. "But
see. there's the bridge ahead of us!"
by the help OF God. we can make
IT," suddenly exulted the man at the
reins. for already his tired team was
plunging up the incline OF the bridge
approach. They were on the bridge
now. laundering across the draw.
A power house attendant, framed in
HIS grimy doorway, stared at them in
wonder.
Lift your draw!" frenziedly com.
manded the stranger. stop that carl
For Gods sake stop that carl"
But the man in the jumper saw no
reason for any such action. The other
brushing him aside, leaped to the con.
troll lever. The outraged bridgetender
at the same moment leaped for the in.
truder.
But that intruder. for all this sud.
den attack. was not to be turned from
his purpose. The lever was thrown
over and one end OF the massive draw,
responding TO the impulse of the equal.
ly, massive machinery, rose slowly
from the lip Of the dusty roadway.
Legar's car was already LAUNDERING
| across its span as that network OF
steel began to lift
But the increasing incline of the
draw, for all the cars momentum
sucked from that straining engine its
added strength. retarded a little and
yet little more the hurrying wheels
! But in the ascension OF the draw-end
there was no delay.
II was then and then only that a
sudden shout rose from the car. Five
men. realizing what lay before them
! stood up in their seats as that throb-
bling and pulsing thing on wheels
mounting 10 the edge OF the draw, for
one moment poised there, and then
dropped. like a poolball in its pocket
TO the rtverbed below.
II was not until then that the be.
whiskered man at the control lever be
came fully conscious of the fact that
the engineer in the oil-stained jumper
was striking and clawing at his intent
body. He endured that assault until
the lever had been reversed and the
draw started back on it's descent.
Then, wheeling, the stranger sped
across the draw and leaped into the
waiting wagon.
Look" cried the girl, pointing tc
the riverbed beneath them.
There the stranger could see Legal
and two or three Of his men clinging
to row OF broken piling like limpets
about river derelict.
Il was hoping" said the stranger
as he caught up the reins, that this
would be the last of him!"
why should you hope that?" asked
the girl at his side as they went lurch
ing onward again.
II hoped 1t for your sake" was his
answer.
But who are you, that you should
do all this for me?"
Look back and make sure we're no,
The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1916-09-28

being followed" was the strangers an.
swer. Then I'll tell you'll"
The girl stared back along the dusty
roadway. But along that roadway was
nothing to be seen.
What she saw when she turned
again, though, was a gray wig and
fringe of yellowish-white whiskers
lying in the bottom of the wagon.
And when she lifted her eyes to the
strangers face she beheld on that
face, suddenly rejuvenated, the mar
row band of yellow mask, a yellow
mask which covered the eyes and the
upper part OF the head. But below the
mrsk, intimidating as Z was in jts
mystery. she could see that the mouth
was a smiling one.
ITO IE coSTlNDEDJ
The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1916-09-28

room, Margory Golden no longer
cringed at the sound of their voices.
Casavanti, walking over TO her,
turned her face to the light. He peered
at it hungrily. from half-closed eyes.
"Legar," he called out to that
worthy, who had remained at the door
to warn his stickup to admit nobody
II like the spirit in this girl. She's as
sleek as a she-panther."
Legar's stickup lodged In through
the door.
Say, chief, there's an outsider. tryin'
to butt In here!"
Both men promptly wheeled about
at those somewhat disconcerting
words.
who is he?" was Legar's quick
query.
AN oil boob wit bari o. brandy.
Says he's driven in from Oyster
Dump"
Legar looked relieved. Casavanti
even lighted another cigarette.
That's all right. It's Old Eli. Help
him in with it. But see that nobody
else gets near that outside door"
There's always help around, Casa
vanti, in a case like this" proclaimed
the scofflng Legar as whitewhisk-
cred old figure in bottle-green coat
and hat laboriously rolled the cask of
liquor through the opened door. The
Owl, with unlooked-for nimbleness In
one of her years, was already close
at hand. waiting with bung starter and
glasses.
Margory watched the suddenly clam
orous group as they clustered about
the open barrel. Her heart sank as
glasses were refilled and the clamor,
instead OF diminishing, grew louder
and louder.
Then, even as she stood depressed
and troubled by this thought, a soft
pedal seemed to be slowly applied to
the tumult about her. The soporific
Owl herself, stumbling to a chair,
sank inertly into it. Then one after
another they sank into dreamless
stupor.
1t was then, and only then, that
Margory dared to move. She studi-
ously stared at that uncouth company
of sleepers. Then, no longer watch
ing them, but with her eyes on the
door through which their lookout
might at any moment appear, she
CROPPED her way to the side of the bar
rel There she felt about the black
ened oak barrel top for the hidden
spring. A gasp of relief escaped her
lips as she found 1t. The covering fell
back on its concealed hinge, and float
ing inside 1t she found a white pine
shaving on which was written:
"Turn barrel and empty it. Then
get in and replace cover. All will be
well "
The stickup so covertly yet so dis
consolately watching for any suspi-
cious approach to Legar's watergate
quarters, was astonished, a few min
utes later, to behold the white-whisk-
cred old man in the bottle-green coat
once more drive up to the door of
the Owls nest.
eli, you, ginme a hand with this
bar'll" that bewhiskered driver COM
handed
What have you got this timer" in
CURED the Waterman.
81 was bonehead enough to leave
the wrong cask with the chief! Stung
him with thirty gallons of cooking
sherry that's ABOUT one-half wood al
cohol"
And what's tbatf- demanded thu
Bogalusa enterprise. [volume] (Bogalusa, La.) 1914-1918, 1916-08-10

Everyone who goes travelling wants
q coat that will serve Tor walk
ing and for motoring, to be comforta'
BILE and look smart in. Here Is one
that engages to fill all these require
ments, and do even more. How 1t ar
rived at such chic lines, with so 1e"
seams, Is a thing to marvel at ana u
commend in it's designer. In the pic
ture it is shown made Of gray chlnchil-
la, but one can imagine its elegance
in covert cloth, in homespun or al
most any of the coatings that are
made up for practical, all-round wear
The back Of the coat and collar Is
all in one piece, and the top Of the
sleeve is extended to the collar. Ihere
are ample turnedback cuffs and serV-
iceable nockets, and collar that fur'
nishes both style and real protection
The collar is faced with silk like the
coat in color and may be fastened up
high at the throat or left open.
By way Of variety In color ana re-
Bogalusa enterprise. [volume] (Bogalusa, La.) 1914-1918, 1916-08-10
SANDERS GET; BIC CROWD
AND RECEPTION At R0sELAND

Roseland. La. Aug3-The voters
of this section Of the country turned
out en- masse tonight to hear J. Y.
Sanders, candidate for Congress from
the Sixth District. This will be the
last meeting Of the campaign in
Tangipahoa with the exception of
the candidates talk in Spring Creek
tomorrow afternoon and at Scanlon
tomorrow night. Interest in the
congressional fight has been wrought
to a high pitch and rarely did a
candidate for office receive a more
hearty reception than that accorded
former Governor Sanders upon his
arrival here.
Bogalusa enterprise. [volume] (Bogalusa, La.) 1914-1918, 1916-08-10
INTERESTING NOTES Of
OUR BOYS IN TEXAS
All Feeling Fine And Ap.
pear To BE Enjoying
Army Life

San Benlto, Texas Aug, 3d.
The citizens of San Benito are
very cordial to the Soldiers" In
several drug stores writing rooms
have been provided and needless to
say they are patronized.
The Methodist church has also
opened a reading and writing room.
Capt Leblanc is the proud pos
SCISSOR of a brand new pair of boots
which he wears rain or shine.
Lawrence Davis and Beebe Yeag.
er claim to eat less than other men
in camp. Davis has gained l6
pounds Yeager IA pounds.
This would indicate the boys are
not starving yet. Charles Young
has just been promoted to Corporal
of the jam squad. 1t is reported
that he led a successful raid on the
Companys pantry last night.
Sargt. Sullivan says if you want TO
learn to dig bitches, just 60 to town
without permission and happen to
meet Capt. Leblanc.
Cy Bowman was the happiest
man in camp upon receipt of a
monthly check from the G. S. L.
Company.
Major Guerre has been detailed as
Provost Marshall for the brigade,
with Lieut.. Faust, as assistant. We
have no doubt that after their Gretna
experience these officers will pre-.
serve law and order in San Benito.
The letters from the Patriotic
Club are posted on the bulletin
board in front of the lst Sargts
tent as soon as received
The barber shop under the
management of Sargt. LIE Blanc does
a strictly credit business, there being
no money in camp for the last
thirty days.
Mrs. L. F. Guerre visited Co., G
street Saturday evening delivering
messages from mothers. wives and
sweethearts back home.
1t is still raining in San Benito
Regular April showers with the sun
shining between.