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The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1916-09-28
Iseobecna prakce
Tabor, S. ID.
Vysekeite Trayu.

Timto Sc dava ma v9domi kazd6-
mu, by co neidfive vytistil cesty
kolem sveho pozemku cd tracy a
plevele. Jest to posledni vyzva,
a kde toho nafizenf nebude dbNno,
da to ud6Iati okres a MATTEL anebo
rentff to zapIati taxach.
V5bor okresnich komisarf.
The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1916-09-28

Utica, 25-Pet rokd stara deer
ka manzeld Peter S~harkovfch,
jenz bydlf dive mile severe zapad
ne cd mesta zemfela nasledkem
krvacenf. Pred tfemi tSdny pad
la pred zdejsf bankou tax prudce,
Re krvacela z nosu, avsak rodiGe
nevenovali tomu nalezite pozornos
ii v Commence Re to nebude vaz.
ne. Kdyz Sc stav decka zlepsil,
wall j do Yankton, avsak ami le
kafska pomoc nebyla platna a dey
catko v sobotu zemfelo vykrvace.
MIN.
The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1916-09-28

Manzelka guy. Byrna poGfna mi
ii reputacf co spisovatelka, nebot,
jiz napsala n6kolik pekn5ch spisn
a romanu.
The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1916-09-28
RHINE zprdvy.

Condo, Jaroslav Severa byl zde
zatcen poneVaG prodaval potajmu
lihoviny. Condo jest "such6"
mesto.
The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1916-09-28

Prvnf obeti We statu co Sc otev-
fela honebni sezona jest Bert Do.
wens z Braunt, ienz Sc naleza We
Watertown v nemocnici. Downes
jel ia hon a kdyz slezal z koGaru
zavadil ruGnicf o koGar a naboj mu
vnikl do ruky. u prvu Sc zdalo,
he pfijde o ruku, ale rama Sc dobfe
hoji, takze o ruku nepfijde.
The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1916-09-28

Okres Gregory neni samoten
mezi okresy ienz Sc mohou homo
siti S hoficim pahrbkem. V Har-
ding okresu jest tez hoficf kopec
re ktereho v ruznSch dobach vys-
lechnou plameni take nekolikrate
jill cd nej chytly prerie ma mnoha
mistech II pahrbku Sc zeme pro-
padla. Ma Sc "a to, ze pod zemi
hofi loziska uhlf, a staff osadnfci
tvrdf, re podzemnf ohe6 jest tam
jiz nekolik let. Zabraniti Sc tomu
media.
The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1916-09-28

Trip, 25-Jos. A. Pekaf, syn
FIR. Pekafe, obdrzel minulou Dope
81 z Washington. by tam pfiiel a
pfijmul praci vladnf, kamz on br-
~ ma to odjel. MladS Pekaf pred
nedavnem slozil zkouzku pro civil
nj sluzbu a nynf obdrzi vSnosne
mfsto We Washington. Pffpad
ten svedGi o tom, CO zmIze i far
merskf hoch, kterS hledf Sc zdoko
nalovati, dokazati ma misto zabije-
nj casu.
The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1916-09-28

Mitchell, 25- Henry Heldeen,
cestujicf jednatel, mel smdlu, kdyz
hodinu pred svatbou Sc svou vvvo
lenou jel v automobile terstveji
nezli mel, ably v cas- Sc dostavil k
obfadum. Kdyz ale pred soud-
Gem Sc omlouval proc tax Gerstva
jel, soudce jej honem propustil a.
napomenul jej by vfcekrate toho
necinil.
The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1916-09-28

Miller, 18-Pi. Fred Hickse by
la zabita kdyz Sc pfevrhnul auto
mobil Mat Matsona. Nestestf Sc
pfihodilo mezi Miller a Wolsey
kde je vysoka navazka do nis ka-
ra stella a pfevrhla Sc. Pr. Hick-
sove byl zlomen vaz a pr. Matso-
nova zGstala nekolik hodin Y bez-
vedomf. Ostatnim Sc nestalo nj
echo.
The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1916-10-21
. How's This Z

We offer One Hundred Dollars Re.
ward for any case OF Catarrh that
cannot be cured by Halls Catarrh
Cure.
F. J, CHENEY & Co, Toledo, o.
We, the undersigned. have known r. J
Cheney for the last Is years, and believe
nm perfectly honorable IN all business
transactions and financially abs Il cer.y
out any obligations made BY hts firm
NATIONAL BANK OF COMMERCE.,
Toledo, O.
Halls Catarrh Cure Is taken internally.
acting directly upon tile blood and ma
sous surfaces Of the system. Testimonials
sent free Price Is cents pIr battln. sold
by all Druggists.
Take Halls Family Pills for constipation.
The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1916-10-21

1FYouR automobile has no batteries or electricity
and you want good hand signal at low price.
there's the Hand Kla1onet at 81. New this year
a kazon through and through. Naxon quality,
kaxon permanent guarantee.
The Hand Kla1on. larger and louder, at $3.50. The
klaxet' better than either because it operates by
electricity with handy electric button, S. Motor.
d1lpen-not "buzzcr The Kaxonet is SIX the
big Naxon found on all high-pnced cars, sac
We will show you any of these or put one on
your car on trial
The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1916-10-21

HOODS sarsaparila Is the medi
III cine for impure blood, erupuons,
weakness and general debility = i
positively and ABSOLUTELY CURES
The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1916-10-21

Hives, eczema. itch or salt rhenm
sets sou crazy. Can't bear the touch
OF your clothing Doans Ointment fl
fine for skin itching All druggists
sell II. zoe boz.
The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1916-10-21
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4 fine rain visited this ltt <s sat
nrday and Saturday night
The sale OF Del Smith Tuesday
was we'll attended and thing sold for
fairly good prices.
Carl L Alarquardt and CTsarley
Rury are here from Rosaha Kansas.
shaking hands with old friends and
relatives.
Among the Guthrie goers SATURDAY.
we're Joe Meirs, A Brandon, 4 +
Wegner. Charley Bury. Frank Karaer
Mr. and Mrs Bill Downey, $ II Mar
qaardt Miss L Sternes + and NJ
and G and Mr.. oo-
A G Nauuarlt, the we'll known
livestock hnyer Of Pleasant Valley
came In from Litclfield. Mimi, a few
The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1916-10-21
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i REPORT or COMMIT =
\ TEE ON RESOLUTIONS y
gww wxgg xgx8 IS N a

We the Teachers Of Logan County
unanimously endorse the Normal
training in State Schools as the most
efficient. adequate and progressive.
Through Normal Institute training in
a state school teachers may meet all
legal requirements ON professional
training. better equip themselves for
teaching. and obtain credits toward
life certificate, No other method will
satisfy present day needs OF teach
ers and we recommend that no other
system be given consideration in Lo-
gan County.
Unanimously adopted in the first
regular session Of Logan County
Teachers Association. this 7th day OF
October 1916,
NELLIE PAYNE, Pres.
The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1916-10-21

Learn to cook better by attending
The Daily leaders Big Free ccokinn
School at the City Hall all next week.
The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1916-10-21

Learn 70 eeek better b. sHsna ng
Ths Daily Lssssr's BIs Free Geo. ng
sehocl q. tne c;y raj al ns1; week.
The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1916-10-21
NELIIE FAYNE, Pres,
MRS. ELyA JONES, Sec.
rEF TT W. NyE E-f' --Adr.

For ans pain, burn. scald or hrulse,
apply Dr Thomas Flectic 0il--fhn
household remedy Two sizes 2se
and 5nc at all drug stores.
The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1916-10-21

LEADER WANTS BRING REsu7E>
The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1916-10-21

Tr a Leader Want Al.
The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1916-10-21

"ANTED-ro see you sen il or ren,
Il. Use q Leader Classy Eide" ad
. lines, 3 times. 25 cents
The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1916-10-21

be held jaaar D
The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1916-10-21

4 fine rain visited this cl6lits sat
nrday and Saturday night
Evening star., 1916-05-28
MAGAZINE SECTION for May ss, 1916

Search me if you like. Search the ROOM
But | won't give it to you. made Mad
den a promise. Either the dust stayed
where it was, or his wife and children got
it. know where it is She knows where
it is. But you'll take neither of us to Jail.
Now, find your key"
threw up both hands and advanced on
him. He came forward with the revolver
leveled, and began to search my pockets.
There was a key in one of them, church
key, as | well knew. | waited until his
fingers closed on it and his eye no longer
glanced down the barrel of his revolver.
Then | caught the steel barrel with both
hands and jerked it from him.
OF the fight that followed I remember
little or nothing. | was child in his
hands, and he bore his heavy weight down
upon me. AS fell threw the revolver
across the room. Then | felt him spring
up, relieving my suffocation; but almost
Immediately there was shot, and he was
upon me again. struggled with him, as
| had struggled before; but this time
was the easy victor, throwing him off and
tumbling him on his back. And when /
looked down at his face saw it was that
of dead man.
l raised my eyes. Across the room
stood Mrs. Madden, staring wide-eyed.
As our eyes met, the revolver dropped to
Evening star., 1916-05-28

the lids closed over eyes that were gone.
| stumbled out of the room blindly.
For nights | lay wide-eyed, seeing be-
fore me that face, the story of that marble
soldier repeating itself in my brain.
He was Alsatian, an Alsatian forced to
fight against the country he loved. One
day shell exploded in the trench at his
feet He was left on the field for dead The
French picked him up later, with one
arm gone, one leg torn away, and his eyes
blinded forever.
He was brought from the field hospital
to Paris, and placed amid the forsaken
luxury of Champs Elysees hotel, sur
rounded with tapestried walls and gilded
ceilings.
There he lies through the days and
nights, as he will lie through all the days
and nights of his life, helpless. But the
spirit within that body is not through Civ
ing yet. There is one thing that he can
still do for France He can hush his lips
so that no word of the offending language
of the invaders shall reach the ears Of his
nurses and doctors. French was forbid
den in his school-boy days. He has no
other than the language of their enemy.
So, of his own will, he adds silence to his
other hampering wounds.
After the first shock l was not sorry
had followed the nurse into that room;
for, with all its mutilations, the face of
that Asatian was beautiful-beautiful
and terrible. He became to me war visu-
allied, rejecting all its barbarity, its
mutilating power. its ruthless right to take
men against their will as targets for the
guns of the country they love, yet rousing
in their souls in some mysterious way
courage, spiritual flame, that belongs to
the gods That was war as l saw it in
Europe.
Evening star., 1916-05-28

the floor Outside l heard O'Grady yell
ing and pounding on the door,
And then did that which earned me
the disfavor of Rome. l sprang across.
seized the revolver, and placed it in the
dead mans right hand, closing the stiffen-
ing fingers over the butt. And, going to
the window, unbarred the shutters and
called to O'Grady, who came at my call.
"The Captains dead" said, pointing.
"He locked the door, and tried to bully
Mrs. Madden into telling him something
she did not know. When he laid hands
on her, l attempted to prevent him. He
drew revolver, and l tried to take it
away from him. 1t went off--you see it
in his own hand"
WHILEO Grady stared, ,open-mouthed,
through the window, crossed to the
body, rolled it over on one side, and drew
from the pocket in which had placed it
the key to my door.
@You see,' said, holding it up before
him.
And as turned the key in the lock
and O'Grady entered, smiled at him.
"And now, Michael" said, suppose
you take Mrs. Madden and see her to
the train. She'ssa little upset by what's
happened and she's got to get to Cos
port tonight.
Evening star., 1916-05-28

is, and I'm goin' to have it out of her. l
might not be able to do anythin' to you,
you sneakin' humbug, but I've got the
law on her. You made false move when
you handed her that stuff, and you won't
have it split with you now, either. You've
robbed yourself out of ten thousand dol
lars, and if you don't open that door you'll
job yourself into jail"
II may as well tell you, Captain Grat-
TAM" l said, still calm, "that you're not
going to take Mrs. Madden to Jail. l
saw what you did to her husband. You
sha'n do it to woman. I'm here to
prevent it. Now call O'Grady. He may
smash down the door for you, but as long
as Mrs. Madden holds on to my gown
she's safe from him. You cant touch her. !"
AND then what was hoping for came to
pass. He reached into his pocket and
threatened me with revolver.
al guess this is better than hundred
O'Gradys,' he said, leering at me. "Mrs.
Madden-go to that door! AS for you,-
you sneak!-come across with that key.
Quickr
"Listen!' I said to him. "You were
right when you said l made false move
in telling Mrs. Madden. You're right.
1t pas false move. But I'm going to
rectify it. Find the key if you can.
Evening star., 1916-05-28

with billy? What about the concealed
weapons that was found on him? What
about him goin' crazy in cell and havin'
to be tied up because he made murder
GUS assault on the man who took him his
food? What about all them things-eh?"
"That's your defense, is it?"
Against the word of lunatic crook
who died dotty-yep. l guess our de-
fense'll dol"
"This is the law, Mrs. Madden, said.
"After killing your husband, they re going
to try to make you give up what he died
to keep"
Grattan's face lighted up.
"Oh, sol" he said. "Oh, SO! She knows,
then! You've told her. l thought so!
Come along with me-
Gripping Mrs. Madden, he jerked her
across the room and put his hand on the
knob, turning it. The failure of the door
to open caused him to release her and to
take both hands for the job.
"This doors locked, he said, running
across the room and thrusting his inflamed
face close to mine. ats locked. You're
obstructin' the law. Open it or I'll have
O'Grady break it down and"
"O'Grady wouldn't lay hand on me-"
l said; "I'm his priest"
@Well, will!' he almost screamed.
"You've told this woman where that dust
Evening star., 1916-05-28
Back of the Firing-Line

AT any railway station in any one of the
fighting countries when train goes
back to the front, you can read the first
hand vision of war back of the firing-line,
where war is fought as surely as it is in
the trenches. stumbled upon it uney-
pectedly one midday at the Care de Est
in Paris. 1t was as unforgetable as the
face of that blind Alsatian.
Eight hundred soldiers were going back
to the front after their six or eight days
leave--the first glimpse their women and
children had had of them for year. The
love, the sorrow, the terror, the courage
Evening star., 1916-05-28
Keepers of the Fire
BY KATHERINE GLOVER =
of that crowd beat upon one in a wave of

of that crowd beat upon one in wave of
emotion.
In the foyer, along the aisles, on the
quais, everywhere the crowds were thick,
blue-coated soldiers with their knapsacks
strapped to their backs, their rolled blan-
kets, and their odd good-by war parcels.
The coats of the soldiers, faded with the
suns of more than year, were shabby
with service Their faces were tanned,
and even young faces were furrowed and
lined. Clinging, lowering about them,
were their women, their children, and
their old fathers and mothers. There was
strange sameness in the groups into
which the crowd separated.
Scenes in Railway Station
EVERYWHERE the air threw back the
same words: "Au repoirn,. A bient6t";;
"Bon courage; "Bonne sdnte.' A SYM
phony of war could be written around the
tones of the repetition of those words.
But no Beethoven or Wagner could crowd
into them the tragic sadness, the uplifted
courage, of the voices Of those women who
pressed close to the edge of the gate and
watched their soldiers file back to the
grim hazard of the trenches.
How that shabby, tired little woman
and her bearded soldier cling to each
other! 1t is as if, at the last, it is not pos
sible to part. He stoops to his little girl
for long embrace, and as he bends the
woman leans and kisses the back of his
rough, tanned neck. She straightens,
fearless. "Au reroir"--and he is gone.
Another soldier stands in the midst of
three women, their faces swollen with
weeping. He is making bold effort at
gaiety. "Why should you be so sad?' he
says. ain two months it will all be over
and | shall be back at home But the
women do not SMILE Doubtless they
heard those same words year ago.
Of in the farthest corner is young sol
dier and his sweetheart. The girls face
is white and drawn with terror. He lifts
her two hands to his lips like flowers, ten
derby. cherishingly, and kisses them one
after the other Bon courage, ma cherie,"
| hear him say; and then, as he breaks
away from the last embrace, "A bient6t"
She looks into his face as ii she were
looking into eternity, and then flutters to
him brave echo, "A bient6t."
Those women, some Of them with faces
carved of stone, some of them blind
with weeping, some of them Struggling be-
fore this last ordeal, turned their tired.
dropping backs and went on their way to
Evening star., 1916-05-28

VV7HAT is this war on the other
Nv side of the world doing to
" women? How will it leave
w them when the guns have ceased
firing and men go back to their hearth
sides-or do not go back?
These are questions for the moment
drowned by the roar of the guns pushed
to the background by the sharp, urgent
demands of the men in the trenches and
the wounded in the hospitals. But they
are questions that will have to be an
swered at the end Of the war.
If you should go suddenly into any one
of the belligerent countries knowing moth
ing of the struggle, the faces of the refugee
women would soon tell you that you had
come in an hour of tragedy.
The word refugee takes on its full
value when one looks into the haunted
eyes of women who potter at make-believe
home-making jobs in lonely, herded places
in Paris or the concentration camps in
Holland; or when one listens to the story
of Jeanne, refugee from Arras.
found Jeanne standing in the hall
way of my sub-let apartment in Paris
when I answered the ring of the bell one
morning. She was hatless and breathless,
and she looked at me with the patient,
hurt eyes of an animal. She held out
little yellow card that said, "Jeanne Bon
nefoy, refugee from Arras to the region of
Haute-Loire."
Some one had told her needed a femme
de MENACE Would she do?
was ashamed to have any one so eager
for the scrap of work had at command.
OF course she would do. She tied on
her apron and set to work. And when
left Paris hers was the last face saw, with
look on it that shall hope to recall if
ever life should lose its SAVIOR.
1t was little by little, through the two
months she stayed with me, that learned
Jeanne's story. She would much rather
talk to me OF her cherished garden; of her
wonderful four-poster bed, now a charred
mass of ruins; or OF the new blouse she
had bought for her little boy, Gilbert, with
the first few francs she had earned
The Story of Jeanne Bonnefoy
WAR had come to her like a cloud
w burst, first in the vision of those gray
green columns sweeping toward Paris, and
then in their return, when they intrenched
themselves just beyond her lovely old city
and set off their laundering guns. The
shells from those guns gradually crept up
to Jeanne's very doorstep. She and her
Evening star., 1916-05-28

three children lived on in the little house
years of married life, most of the time
hiding themselves in the cellar, her man
coming home now and then from guard
duty on the railway.
They walked in the street, to see neigh
bors fall at their feet, struck down by a
bursting shell that only by chance chose
it's prey. In her simple peasant fashion,
Jeanne tended wounded soldiers fresh
from the firing-line; she even dug graves
for the dead and buried them beneath the
cabbages of her little garden.
Fate's Last Card
AT last it became no longer possible to
4 live even in the cellar, and they had to
set out as refugees. But war was not
through with them. Their boat, filled
with fugitives, was torpedoed; and when
at last they found themselves in the
friendly shelter of little village in the
south of France, homeless, but out of ear
shot of the tormenting guns, there came
word of an accident to Jeanne's husband,
necessitating the amputation of an arm.
With her little tribe, Jeanne journeyed to
Paris to find him in hospital to which he
had been sent 1t was the day after reach
ing Paris that she stood knocking at my
door.
One morning found her sobbing in the
kitchen. The postman had brought let
ter-it was letter she had written to her
father. Across the back was penciled,
KILLED. July l5."
Fate had played the last card she had
up her sleeve for Jeanne
That day she wept as she finished her
mornings work, but she put the same
tireless energy into the, scrubbing of my
little kitchen, and took up her life with
valiant, unbroken spirit. "C'est la guerre,"
she said. Those words were on the lips
and in the hearts of all the women of
France.
1t is stories like that of Jeanne, multi
piled hundredfold, that make up the
broken drama of the great war.
One day | visited hospital on the
Champs Elysees. A nurse took me down
a long hallway, turned door-knob, and
quietly beckoned me into a room flooded
with the afternoon sun. On the bed lay
the figure of man, his face against
the white pillow, still with the stiffness of
eternity, as if carved of marble; marked
with the cruel sears of innumerable shells,
Evening star., 1916-05-28

VV7HAT is this war on the other
NJ side of the world doing to
wv women? How will it leave
them when tha Guns hava naasad
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-03
A THEORY OF DIsTRI-
 BUYING FARM PRODUCTS

The problem of distributing farm products seems so big and unwieIdy as to be nearly hopeless. Some new scheme is reported every few weeks. Yet the farmers continue shipping te wholesalers in the same old way. Af- ter the material pays three or four, profits and sets of expenses, some of 1t comes back right to the neighbor- hood where it started from.
 The National Agriculture Society, formedsthe past week in New York, is the latest organized effort to meet this situation. One of it's principal ends is to promote cooperation and better marketing methods among farmers.
 Students of rural economies have long urged farmers to cooperate in es- tabhshfng supply depotsi and storage warehou with refrigeration where necessary. The theory has been that then the local dealer would buy the bulk of his supplies from near home, saving no end of transportation and expense. The theory looks good Yet it is slow in being adopted. Perhaps one reason is that the farmers, pro- gressive as they may be nowadays, do not appreciate the necessity for pub lic1ty.
 It will be of little use to assemble great stock of farm products in a cen tra1 warehouse, unless dealers and consumers in that section are made familiar day after day with the stock and prices there offered. Unless they are told what they can get there, the provision men would tend to keep on buying in the same old way, and of the same old people, and paying too many profits and costs.
 But if such cooperative warehouse would use the newspapers to a reason able extent, they ought to be able to sell enough cheaper to get the business or 8 lot of it No great amount of space in any one newspaper would be necessary. If it was regular fea- ture, readers would look for the nouncement. and it would not need large type or display.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-03
Investigate History of Man Found Hiding
 Under Roomer's Bed

Tn order to allow a further investi- eation into the character of the ac- cused. the case of Joseph Sullivan of Brookline. Mass, was continued until Saturday morning by Judge Frank l.. Wilder in city court today. Sullivan is charged with theft He is alleged t6N Nhave stolen a fob and watch chain from the room of Arthur J. Coughlin at 11s5i Broad street.
 Suspicion was placed upon Sullivan when he was found under the bed in the room of Coughlin. The fob and chain were missing the following morning. Sullivan said he hid under the bed through modesty- He was in the hallway wearing pajamas when a woman boarder passed. N
 Sullivan says, that he has a brother who is member of the Massachusetts Legislature and another prominent attorney in Boston. The case was con- tfnued until Saturday morning and bonds were placed at $50,