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The Washington herald., 1916-02-27

Mr.. and Mrs. Charles Stutsman enter
tanned the Nordica Mandolin and Guitar
Orchestra last Monday evening at their
home. This was the first Of a seriee OF
social evenings planned by the club
After a short talk by the president, DIR.
w. & whitman, the following program
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Cameron House, which has recently
opened Its doors as a meeting place for
women's clubs and organisations other
than the Congressional Union, was the
scene of pleasant gathering on Mon
day evening, when the four p. E. o.
chapters OF the district held reception
and joint meeting. The guests were re-
ceived by the chapter presidents, Mrs.
Francis Hitler, Chapter A; Mrs. Frank
Fuller. Chapter B; Mrs. Augustus Knight,
Chapter c; and Mrs. Albert NJ Walker,
Chapter d.
Mrs. Hitler, in announcing the informal
program, welcomed the guests to this
first joint meeting of the district cha piers.
The p. E. o. sisterhood was orxanissd
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ithers plainly. and shoutit, Go back unless ye want to be hurtitH But they only swore at me and when I saw they were gainin I sent a load of shot to- wards them. It did na 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 MT. Langdon said, I hear the motor!' And said, There's anither barrel to the gum"
 t It was 8 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 it's 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 the other arm held close the half conscious form of Mary, her bandaged head ghastly above the enwrapping blankets; while over them lowered the grim figure of the great Scotchman, his shot gun to HID oAiOHNCAf Alts Rte 0NNS oEeAJ AAe WANAA the speed of the flying sleigh.
 q waited till they came cop too close" he finished, a deep note throbbing in his voice, land then I did fer tire wi the second shot. The auto nigh upset wi the force of the explosion, and they all iumpit cot. And that was the last we saw of them"
 Did you remain at Dr. Jamison's house when you reached there?"
 Ma. For when had seen the puir Iassie taken away by the kind gude wife of the doctor, and I knew she were safe, keepit thinkin' of how fast the men had gone fra the hoose that nicht, and I says to MT. Langdon, I will jes' take run back to the town,
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I'm thinkin', and make sure there's na harm coon to Dan Page through this nicht's work And MT. Langdon says, quick like, What do you mean? So I told him and the doctor, and MT. Lang don was all fer coomin' wi me, but the doctor wouldna let him Dinna fash yersep.' I said, when I saw the doctor was richt. I'll gae fast, and if there is need fer you I'll come richt 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 Pager
 T dinna ken the exact hour. but it were aboot daylight, and I cude see quite ways ahead of me-
 Will you tell us, please. what you saw when you approached the Page house?''
 Slowly one great hand clinched it. self into a knotted fist, and the muscles of his jaw frightened, 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 of terrible memories. Then, slowly, With new tone of suppressed excite ment in his voice he said:
 When I got nie enough to see the hoose. cude see a great black splotch in front of it. that I made oot to be men. Then I cude hear shouts: Come oot, Dan Page, we've summat to say to you'll So I 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 to the rear. Then I wrote on a wee scrap of paper. I've news of Mary and I come to bring help Then I tappit on a window. till I saw Mrs. Page peerin' oot-and I held up the paper.
 After a minute or so she unlatchit the back door and slippit in. oh, MT. MacPherson. says the puir lady, cryin', is my girl safer And I says, Safe and sound asleep And she says, Thank God.' Then I heerd another voice sayin'. Annie. Annie-who is it? Don't let them get me-oh. my God, don't let them get mel And I saw that Dan Page was hidin' behind her, clingin to her skirts like a scared
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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. MacPherson's voice, too, was grim as he said;
 T wouldna call it emotion, but there was gude bit of murmurin' against those who had driven so sweet 2 lassie 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 MT. Langdon told them, the murmurs grew louder and finally one of the lads cried out in a loud voice. This town has na room for wifebeat- CTS 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 vision of the snowy night and the little house from whose doorway the lamplight streamed out, mellowing the snow to gold, and touching with it's fingers of light the grim faces of that group of men stirred " bllC 0CCR QAA6CA VI LhiO AAAOO Ab 1AtO thought of Dan Page's brutality. Did the other men make any threats?"
 Aye. Another one of them cried oot, Killin' is too good fer Dan Page. He should be horsewhipped out of town At that. my wife coom up to me and says. For the lassie's sake. don't let them be takin' the law into their oon hands or there'll 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?"
 T 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 Pager And they all answers, Yes, she's found' Then he says, I'm David PollockAher fiance-and I have come to take her home.'"
 Was Miss Page still unconscious? ?" The question came sharply. MacPher- son shook his head.
 Nae. she was conscious. and when
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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 long enough for MacPherson to bring help, and fl 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 great pool of blackness 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? It is he that we want to talk to-" And she had lied and said. He is sleeping"
 They muttered ominously at that and again the ringleader spoke: "we 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"
 He will, he will" she promised wild ly. "Pll 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:
 Hell go. but WE'LL see him off 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 or the boards, moaned and prayed to the God he had long forgotten, to save him.
 How long she talked and urged anG wept and pleaded Mrs. Page herself die not remember, but somehow she hae held them-still threatening-still omi. nous-till far down the road she saw
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Did MT. Pollock go then?"
 Aye. for went wi him to the door myself"
 Were the men still outsider"
 'Na. and it gi' me a shock like, foy cude see na one exceptit the friends of MT. Pollock. The ithers had all slippit ava towards the town"
 Did you speak of their absence when you re-entered the cabin9'
 "Na, for had ither matters to make clear. I had made up ma mind that il was na with MT. Pollock that the las- sic should go, so pit it tae MT Lang don, that wi my horse in the sleigh we cude carry the lassie out the door to the kitchen and drive off. leavin the gude wife to tell the ithers." Did you carry this plan out?" Aye. We fllit the sleigh with blankets. and pit my shotgun in the front and we helpit the lassie oot--"
 will you tell us please" broke in the Judge with some asperity, what you expected to do with a shot-gun?' ?' And a little twinkle sparlxled for an instant in MacPherson's eyes.
 MT. Pollock was in an automobile ? he said. land 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. twill you tell us, MT MacPherson, as briefly as possible, what occurred while you were on your way to the residence of Dr. Jamison?"
 we had na mair than got startit when the noise of the horse brought one of Pollocks friends to the corner of the house to look cop the back road At sight of us he gave a cry and ran back, shoutin' to MT. Pollock . We had a fair getaway, but na horse is as gude as one of those devil ma chimes, and they were after us at once So I tookit the reins and give them to MT. Langdon and said, You drive, and pit the lassie doom. I've way of stop pin them as is behin'. but I need my hands, At thot tookit my gun and stude up in the sleigh. cude see the
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Copyright 1915, by Moclur. Publications.

she heerd him she gave cry of No, no, no!' and dragged hersel' up from where she lay and clung to, MT. 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 him?p
 Nae, she just shookit her head, and MT. Langdon said, Miss Page is not going home yet But Mir Pollock was sair angry and shouted, What the devil have you got to do with it? Haven't you made trouble enough?"
 Did MT. Pollock make any move to- ward Miss Pager"
 Aye. He toolIit quick step for ward like he would carry her off, but the gude wife stoppit him. Yell ma move the puir lassie till she is warm and restit,' she said, and put her arms aboot her and tookit her into the bed- room beyant Mr. Langdon helpit her, and when he came oot he said, Miss Page will not return to her drunken father. My friend Dr. Jamison and his wife will give her temporary shelter and the proper medical attention
 Did MT. Pollock acquiesce?" Lang don's voice was dry with "reminiscences
 MT. Pollock was sair angry, and he said, Tt 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 namel' At that Mir. Langdon shouts. What do you mean, Dave Pol lock? Tell me what you mean by that!' He lookit so fierce I feared 8 fight, so went between them and said 'Dinna fash yersels like that. Think of the puir lassie-and be quiet. Then I says to MT. Pollock, yell gang out side a bit and when the lassie is restit I'll let ye know {"
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bairn. His face were all drawn and twistit like, and his mouth was slob- perrin, and he kept cryin' I was drunk II was drunlIi You tell them, Annie You tell theml' At that she says like one speakin' to a child, There, there, Dan-you're safe!' And then there came an awful cry from ootside; Come oot, Dan Page-or we'll smoke ye oot like the beast that ye arel At that Mrs. Page began to sob and says oh, what shall I do? What shall dol They will na talk to me-and they'll burn GOT house, they'll burn GOT house.! Oh, if Philip were only here'
 "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 Dan says the puir lady, Dan will you do that? Tell them you didn't mean to hurt Mary or-or me- No, mo- he whimpered, I can't, can't! But I grabbit him by the arm and pull ed him to his feet. Be man cried, and shookit him. Be a man and get you upstairs.
 "'You'd be safe in the cupola, Dan says Mrs. Page I'll stay with you anu tfilS hlIfu 1iau VIII SO AOl AiAiiP' But he kept sayin', No, mo- and l could hear the others bangin at the door and I dared not stay, so slippit oot the way l came and went off for MT. Langdon.''
 Mrs, Page. whose anxiety to be near Mary had kept her from returning to the witness room, shuddered at the memories that MacPherson was con turing 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 groping fingers. icy cold, clutching at her as she strove to drag Dan Page up stairs towards the cupola.
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[ been like a nightmare to 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 shoe! He reused himself with start, realizing that the Scotchman was an- swering his question.
 Tt might hae been fifteen minutes mayhap more, when we coom to her little footprints in the snow. Then he paused a moment and his voice sof- tened, ''we found her wee slipper in a snow bank. A bit further we found t'other one-and the snow began tae bs say it was mair than half an hour be- fore we coon upon the lassio herser, lying in faint like"
 Was she conscious" 2" Nae, and we could ma bring her to, so wa wrappit her in GOT coats and took her back to the gude wife" Will you tell us please in what con- dition Miss Page was when I-when you-arrived at your house with her?
 MacPherson drowned 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 lassie! Her feeties were cut wi the lee and the stones, and there was terrible wound on her forehead and an i'll faured queer bruise on one shoulder"
 Was your wife alone in the house when you returned?'
 Nae. there was maybe half dozen men frae the town, who had heard of the lassie and had coon to help the search, They set up a shout when they saw us, and had one of them fire his revolver to tell the others Miss Page was wi us.''
 Did they show any emotion at the
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svNopsIs

Mary Page, actress. is accused of the murder of David Pollock and is defended by her lover, Philip Langdon. Pollock was intoxicated. At Mary's trial she ad- mits she had the revolver. Her maid testiies that Mary threatened Pollock with 1t previously, and Mary's leading man duplicates Langdon. How Mary dis appeared from the scene of the crime is a mystery. Brandon tells of a strange hand print he saw on Mary's shoulder. Further evidence shows that horror of drink pro duces temporary insanity in Mary. The defense is .'repressed psychosis."
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CHAPTER V.
Her Fathers Death.

M PSYCHOLOGISTS and those sci ~ entists who study the human
 brain declare that the focus of
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1916-07-07
IMPORTANCE OF PURE WATER
Large Amount Is Required by Average
Dairy Cow for the Upkeep of
Bodily Functions.

A large amount Of water is needed
by the average dairy cow for the up
keep Of bodily functions. In addition
to this, much more is needed in the
production of milk, as the latter con-
tains 81 per cent of water. Practical
dairymen have found that it is a good
policy to provide the cow with plenty
of good, clean water. This is especial
ly true during extremely hot weather
That flowing through a muddy ditch
it not suited for dairy COW.
1t is also important that the water
be Of mild temperature, especially in
cold weather. Ice water taken into the
stomach Of the COW causes a shock to
the system that is not conducive to
high milk production. The tempering
of this cold water in the COW uses
some Of the energy that might be ap.
piled to other purposes. In the winter
freshly pumped water is much better
than she cold water in the tank Tank
heaters aid in overcoming this trouble
A COW will drink a much larger guam
tity of warm water in the winter time
than Of ice water.
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1916-07-07
CALOMFl MAKES YOU SICK, Ugh!
. IT'S MERCURY AND SAL|VA7ES
Saghen p Don't Lose Days Work. Clean Your Sluggish
Liver and Bowels With "Dodson Liver Tone

straighten you right up and make you
feel fine and vigorous by morning 1
want you to go back to the store and
get your money Dodson's Liver Tone
is destroying the sale Of calomel be-
cause 1t is real liver medicine; entire.
ly vegetable, therefore 1t cannot salt
vate or make you sick.
/ guarantee that one spoonful OF
Dodsons Liver Tone will put your slug
gish liver to work and clean your bow
els OF that sour bile and constipated
waste which is clogging your system
and making you feel miserable. ! guar
antee that a bottle Of DOdson's Liver
Tone will keep your entire family feel.
ing fine for months. Give it to your
children 1t is harmless: doesn't grippe
and they like Its pleasant taste.-Adv.
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1916-07-07
NANCE IS ERUPTlVE DISEASE
Horse Is Kept In Constant State OF
Irritation, Soon Causing Him
to Lose Flesh.

Mango is an eruptive disease COM
mon with horses that is very con-
tagiOus. 1t is caused by repeated at
taCks Of minute insects which burro"
into the skin and can be seen easily
by means of a magnifying glass. a
horse troubled with mango is kept IN
constant state of irritation when
soon causes him to reduce in flesh. he
rubs his head and neck against the
stall or manager, small pimples appear
the hair falls off and the skin Is Dry
and hard. Treatment for mango con-
sists in separating the affected animal
from the other animals and thoroughly
washing 1t with soap and water every
second or third day. Afterwards dress
the animal with this application: -Four
ounces of linseed Oil, four ounces OF
oil of tar and three ounces OF sulphur.
Mix and rub into affected parts. All
clothing, harness, etc, which have Deei
used on a horse affected with the
mango should be cleansed good before
they are used again.
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1916-07-07
Canada Thistle

tration. These young shoots will push
up through two or three feet of heavy
clay soil. The raw plants produce only
leaves the first year, dying down to
the surface In the winter, and produc-
ing flower stems the second year.
Where Canada thiStleS get a bad
start they soon possess the ground,
smothering out native grasses, and
covering an area which is avoided by
grazing stock. The only etfectual
means of killing out this pest is to
starve out or kill the underground
stems. The starving method is the
most successful. No plant can live
long if the leaf stalks are kept cut OFF
at the surface and moving or close
cutting three times in June, August,
and September will be a good way to
begin the battle. Sailing and sheep
grazing for two seasons afterward has
been known to finish the work. In
cultivated fields, cut the thistles when
in bloom, close to the ground, then
plow deeply and sow to millet or Hun
garian. Harrow thoroughly and seed
thickly. Cut the hay in September
and seed to rye. The next May pillow
under the rye and plant to corn or any
hoed crop. The field can be cleaned
up by this method.
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1916-07-07
OVER.PASTURlNG IS COSTLY
Field Robbed of Growth of Grass and
Abundance of Feed Taken From
Live Stock.

By over-pasturing we rob the field
of its growth of grass, and we rob the
stock of the abundance Of feed they
need. A good practice is to pasture
three head of live stock where we or
dinarily keep four, says Guy E. Nor
rison, extension specialist in live
stock, South Dakota state college.
In England, where we all look to
see better live stock and where pas
ture rentals run as high as $50 per
acre per year, we find the cattle knee
deep in a mixed grass pasture. In
places the beef type Of cattle has dis
appeared, being replaced by the dairy
type.
We Americans can draw a lesson
from this. 1t gives us the idea that
if we will use discretion in the pas
turing of our fields and manuring
them, we would have limitlesS posi-
bilities, still, for the growing OF q
high srade beef cattle.
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1916-07-07
WAYS OF HANDLING MANURE
Easy to Figure Out How Spreader
VIII Pay for Itself in Compare
lively Short Period.

Here is the way three farmers han
die manure: One hauls his manure
and dumps it in piles to save the
washing. Another spreads it on the
wagon, while the third uses a manure
spreader. 1t takes Farmer A ana
y minutes to put on a ton loau ol
manure. 1t takes Farmer & IS mill
uteS. In unloading, Farmer A requires
80 minutes; Farmer B, % minutes
and Farmer c, two minutes. 10 take
q load of manure to the field and I'M
load requires "a hours for A, 60 for Is
and % for c.
Considering labor, teams and TOOLS
the cost for A is Al cents a LOAD, or
$SS for 900 loads; B, 40 cents load
or $50 for 200 dOads, and {, ~ cents
load, or $40 for 200 loads. One can
soon figure up the value OF manure
spreader and how quickly this tooi
paws its cost. These figures are ac-
tual facts and they may be Verllleo
by any farmer in his own vicinity.
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1916-07-07
Genuine Elouuence

mere are no people in the world
with "hom eloquence is so universal
as with the Irish. When Leigh Richie
was travelling in Ireland, he passed n
man VINO was 4 painful Spectacle Of
pallor' Squalor and raggedneS>. His
heart smote him and he turned hack
III you are in want" said Ritchie
why don't you beg?"
surrey its begin am, yer honor"
"You didn't say IL word"
"Ot course not yer honor, but see
how the skin in spanking through me
trousers and the bones erwin out
through me skin! Look at me sunken
cheeks, and the famin' that's starin'
in me eyes. Man alive, isn't it beggin'
am with a thousand tongues :"