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The Seward gateway., 1916-12-28
WATSON DUE AT SEVEN
 TOMORROW MORNING

The Admiral Watson is due to ar rive in Seward tomorrow morning at T o'clock, weather permitting.
The Seward gateway., 1916-12-28
NINETEEN TRAINS STALLED

LARAMIE, Dec. 2S.-Nineteen trains are snowbound between this place and Rawlins.
The Seward gateway., 1916-12-28
COLD IN MEXICO

FL PASO Dec. 28.-The American troops are now suffering severely from the cold while the MeXcans are usno the tmbers of the international bridge for fuel
The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1916-07-27

When Glenn and Alan reached home
long after the lunch hour they found
the Hill athrill with news Alix had
received cable and had left at once
for town. She had gone alone. That
could mean but one thing-Gerry was
at last coming back.
1t was from Barbados that Gerry
had cabled. Ever since he had written
his short note to Alix, through long
doubling weeks at Piranhas and longer
days Of questioning and hesitation on
board the slow freighter that was
bearing him home, Gerry had been
fighting himself. Only Lieber's sudden
death and his BURIAL to which Gerry
had ridden post-haste, had come in be-
tween as solemn truce.
On the freighter he had had time
enough and to spare to think. He had
spent hours going over the same
ground time and time again. For days
he sat in his chair on the short bridge
deck, staring out to sea, making over
and over the circle Of his life from the
time he had left home. He remem-
bered sitting thus on the way out. He
remembered the turmoil his mind had
been in and the apathy that had fol-
lowed, the long rest at Pernambuco,
the trip down the coast and up the
river, the glorious, misty morning at
Piranhas, Margarita, catastrophe,
awakening. What did that awakening
stand for? Again he thought, If he
could choose-would he wish to be
back as he was before-as he was on
the way out? A voice within him said
SsNy<x
The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1916-07-27
Gt'1;lAQTeRR
XXXt1E

Alan did not draw rein until he
reached the top of the bluff dividing
the valley from West lake. Then fol
q moment he sat and stared down the
long slope. There was smell of mois
ture in the air. The valley, the whole
world, was expecting, waiting for rain
and even as he stared the rain came in
q fine, veillike mist that steadied the
tones of earth and sky to one even
shade Of endless gray. Out Of the gray
came the click Of iron on pebble. Alan
recognized the quick, springy tread
of a climbing horse. He turned and
faced Glenn. He felt the slow color
rising in his cheeks and his hands
trembled.
They did not smile at each other
they even forgot to say good morning
Alan licked his thin lips. They were
as dry as ever they had been with
fever. where's your hat?" he asked
A flicker of amusement showed in
Clem's eyes. She was quite calm and
she could see't that Alan was not, that
he was biting his tongue at the feeble
words he had saddled on heavy mo-
ment. "Hats are for sunny days." she
said. 81 like rain on my head. Have
you anything special to do? Don't let
me bother you."
NO." stammered Alan, nothing
that can't be put off,"
do you remember" Glenn went on,
years ago 1 asked you to take me
for a ride, and you said not then but
sometime? I've never had my ride
with you. I want it now"
Her eyes were fixed on his and held
him. "I am ready" he said through
dry lips.
She turned her horse and he fol-
lowed. They rode in silence at a walk
and then at trot. Glenn turned into
q wood-road. Her horse broke into a
gallop. She f1icked him with her whip
and his gathered limbs suddenly
stretched out for free run. The go
ing was soft. Alan had fallen behind.
Ciots of messy loan struck him in the
face. Swaying branches showered
drops OF water on him. He lost his
hat. Then his lips frightened, his eyes
flashed and he began to ride. He was
himself again.
He urged his horse forward, but he
could not get on even terms; Glenn held
the middle Of the narrow track. Sud-
denly they burst into the broad Low
road. With terrific clatter Of flying
stones and slipping, scrambling hoofs,
they made the turn. Alan rode at last
on Clem's quarter "Clem." he cried,
stop! 1t isn't fair to the horses"
The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1916-07-27

The curb rein, that last refuge Of q
poor horseman, hung loose and forgot
ten. Alan himself was dressed in
well-worn whipcord breaches, short
coat, soft hat, and close-fitting boots
adorned with rowelless spurs. For
his health Red Hill had done wonders.
His body was trim, supple and as VI
brant as the young horse under 1t.
But Alan's thoughts were far from
saddles and saddle gear as he walked
the FESTIVE animal down the dipping
slope Of Long lane and with his riding
crop steadily discouraged the early
morning flies, intent on settling down
to the business of life on his mounts
arched neck and quivering quarters.
He was thinking of Glen. Where could
he go to get away from Glenn? Not
tomorrow, not sometime, but today.
Where could he go today? Once the
world had seemed to him fencelesS
pasture where 1t was good to wander.
where every undiscovered glade prom
ised fresh morsels to an unwearied
palate, but now in his mind the whole
world had Shrunk to the proportions
of Red Hill. Where Glenn was, there
was the whole world. Already he felt
the yearning with which his heart
must henceforth turn to its sole desire.
He crossed the valley, and, as his
horse breasted the opposing hill, he
thought he heard an echoing hoofbeat
behind him. He turned and with one
hand resting on the horses quarter
gazed back through the gray light, but
Long lane was yelled from view by
overhanging trees. AS he lifted his
hand, it's impress, clearly defined as
an image, caught his eye. How strange!
He had ridden a thousand times and
he had never noted such a thing be-
fore. 1t was simple when reduced to
physical terms. The horse was warm
and moist, the hair cool and dry. His
hand pressed the hair down into the
moisture. But when he had reasoned
out the why and wherefore and tick
eted the phenomenon, the impress still
stared back at him. To his mood it
seemed an emblem Of isolation, thing
cut off, discarded, useless. With a
smile of rebuke at his fancies he
touched the horse with his crop and
gave him his head. The horse sprang
forward, cleared the top Of the hill,
and the rhythmic CHATTER of his hoofs
as he dashed along the pebble-strewn
road seemed to cleave the still morning
in two
The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1916-07-27

clean and straight, married to a faith
less woman and laughs. Men see a
pure girl give her all to cad, and
they say, It's always the rotters that
get the pick and they laugh too. But
down in the bottom of our hearts we
know that these things are things for
tears"
Eyes, Alan" said Glen as he paused
She was no longer imperious, only at
tentive, with chin in hands and elbows
on knees.
"You know me-" went on Alan, "but
there are things about me that you do
not know-things below you that you
have no understanding for, thank God.
I don't even know how to picture them
to you"
Eyes, Alan," said Glenn softly.
Alan picked bit Of huckleberry
bush and twisted it nervously in his
hands. "First Of all I've got to tell
you what I thought you knew, that
what there is of me Is yours over and
over again, and then I've got to tell
yOu WHY yOu CdA AdSC ~. "A AShA
came into Clem's eyes, trembled, flick
cred, and then settled to a steady
flame.
you've seen people smile everyone
has smile of Sorts" went on Alan.
'Did you ever think that smile had
body and soul? To me it has. 1t
starts out in life like virgin with a
body to keep pure and soul to guard
unstained. There are smiles that illu-
mine face, that shine with essential
purity, that glorify. Nobody has to
tell you that they have never pandered
to ribaId jest or added cruelty to de-
NAL. They are live smiles and they
are rare among women and rarer
among men. For one such you'll find
thousand living faces with dead
smiles-smiles that have scattered
their essence like rain on the just and
the unjust, that have rolled in filth and
wasted their substance on the second
best. You'll find them Pickering out
in the faces Of young men and at the
last gasp in the faces Of lost women
The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1916-07-27

whose eyes hold the shadows Of unfor-
gotten SINS"
"Well?" said Glen.
Alan sighed. Between the lines Of
| my words you must read for yourself.
My smile is dead-I killed it long ago.
Yours is alive-alive. You have kept
it pure, guarded its fame and you
shall hold it high like beacon. You
are ready to give all and you have all
to give. I have nothing but the empty
she'll. I have kept nothing. I have
gained the whole woodland lost it.
The little strength left to the pinions
of my soul could carry me up to clutch
your beacon and drag it down, but
Clem-dearest Of all women love
you too much for that. You've got to
trust me. The things I know that you
do not know shove the duty Of denial
on to my shoulders. could give you
an empty shell, but I won't"
Alan had not looked at Glenn. He
had talked like one rehearsing a les
son, with his eyes far away in the gray
world. He dropped the bit Of bush,
and his hands, locked about his knees,
gripped each other till the knuckles
and fingers showed white against the
tan Of his thin wrists. When he
stopped speaking Glenn turned curious
eyes upon him. us that ALP" she
asked.
Alan sprang up and faced her. GAIL?
All?' he cried. isn't it enough?'
Glenn rose to her feet. In her uplift-
ed right hand she held her agate
headed riding whip. Alan's eyes fas-
tened on it as she meant them to do.
Then, with full, free swing, she flung
it from her. The whip, weighted by
the agate head, described long curve
through the air and plunged into the
That" Glen cried, her eyes flashing
into his, for the beacon. / kept it for
you. It was too good for you; you
would not take it, so there it goes"
Her lips trembled and she snapped her
fingers. 1T is not worth that to me-"
Glenn! cried Alan, protesting.
Don't speak," said Glen; you have
said what you had to say. Now listen
to me. You are blind, Alan, or worse
than that, asleep. I'm not thin
legged elf with skirts bobbing above
my knees any more. You can't make
me swallow my protests today with.
Glen, you mustn't this and yon
mustn't that There's one thing you've
closed your eyes on long enough. I'm
q woman, Alan, bone, spirit and a
great deal Of flesh. love you, and
you say you love me-"
Alan started forward but Glenn held
him OF with q gesture. sWhat do you
The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1916-07-27

But Glenn only laughed. Her slim
body swayed to the bends of the road
her shoulders were braced; she leaned
slightly back, steadying her horse with
a taut rein Alan tried to draw even,
but every time he urged his horse into
squirt Clems spurted too. Alan grew
angry. He watched Clem's whip, but
1t never moved. He settled into the
saddle and rode blindly. His horse
must catch up or he would kill him.
He was gaining. A moment more at
the same pace and he could reach
Clem's reins below her horses neck.
Then Glenn swerved again into half
hidden wood-road and Alan's horse
plunged through the brush, broke out,
and followed, poor second.
Alan's face and hands were badly
scratched, but he rode on doggedly. 1t
never occurred to him to give up the
chase. In the end he would catch up;
he knew that, but what puzzled him
was what he should do to Glen when
he caught her. Anyone else, man or
woman, he would give taste Of their
own riding whip for their own good,
but not Glen. Alan suddenly knew
that there was something in Glenn
that a man could not break.
The wood-road made gradual
ascent that the willing horses took at
a steady, hard gallop. They left the
The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1916-07-27

tree-line Of the valley below them.
scurried across an ancient clearing,
pushed through brush and branches,
and burst out on to the long, bald back
Of East mountain. Then came another
clear run over crisp sod dangerously
interspersed with wet, slippery stones
and hindering powders.
At the highest point in all the coun-
tryside Glen suddenly drew rein and
slipped from her horse before Alan
could reach her. She stood with one
arm across the saddle-horn and waited
for him.
Alan threw himself from his horse
and rushed up to her. His hands were
itching to grip her shoulders and shake
her, but he held them at his side.
what did you do it for?" he asked
with blazing eyes.
Glen looked him over coolly. ever
run after anyone before, Alan?"
"What?" suffered Alan. He felt
foundations slipping from under him.
Here was a person who could look Ten
Percent Wayne at his best in the eye
and never turn mental hair.
"How do you like it?" continued
Glenn in an even, firm voice. Then she
turned her square back to the saddle
and faced him fairly. "Pll tell you
what I did 1t for. All my life I've been
running after you. Last night I heard
you packing. I knew what you were
doing-you were getting ready to go
away. Before you went wanted you
to run after me-just once. A sort
Of consolation prize to pride"
Alan's face hardened. "Stop, Glenn.
You can't talk like that to me and you
can't talk like that to yourself" he
looked at Glenn and the blood surged
into his neck and face. At that mo-
ment Glen was beautiful to him be-
yond the widest dreams OF falr
women.
Her right arm was still hooked
over the double horn Of her saddle
and her left hand holding a slim rid
ing whip hung at her side. To the vel
vet lapels Of her coat chung little drops
of rain. Her hair was braided and
firmly tied in a double fold at the back
Of her neck, but short strands had
escaped from durance and played
about her head. Her head, like the
velvet lapels, was busted with little
silvery drops Of water and little drops
Of water perched on her long, upturned
lashes. Her cheeks were flushed, her
bosom agitated, her lips tremulous.
Only her eyes were steady.
Alan took off his coat and threw It
over rock. "Will you please sit down /:
I must talk to yoa."
Glenn strobe to another rock and SAT
down. "You are absurd. Your coat
is as wet as the stones. Put it on"
Alan hesitated. "Put your coat on"
Alan obeyed: then he sat down be-
fore her, but turned his eyes away and
gazed rather vacantly over the whole
wet world. IF ever two people have
known each other without words,
Glen, it's you and me. Never mind
the grammar. Even unshackled words
are a drfbbling outlet for full heart,
and my hearts as full today with
things I'VE never said to you as the
clouds are with rain.
mature, taken by and large, Is a
funny outfit, and the funniest things In
it are the ones that make you want
to cry. The world sees good man,
The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1916-07-27

Glenn Is wearing out her heart
for Alan. Does he understand
this? Is he keeping away from
her for the sport 1t affords him
to watch a girls heart break?
Or does he feel he Is unworthy
of her affection7 VIII she
"catch" him yet?
The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1916-07-27

30 BE CONTINUED
Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1916-09-27
HELD SUCCESSFUL
TWO DAYS MEET

The Latter Day Saints held a very
successful two-day meeting Saturday
and Sunday In the Trail building
over the Empress Theatre. The at
tendance was good at each service
and much interest was shown by the
members of the church in the mes
sage which was brought by the
speakers who came from abroad.
Elder Samuel Stroh of Coldwater
gave the sermon Saturday and Sun
day nights and the other speakers
were c. A. Smith of Clear Lake, In
diana and Rev. Goodman of Boyne
City. The church here under the
charge of the pastor, J. ID. Aelick,
has been much strengthened in the
past year.
Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1916-09-27
HONEY BEES REBEL
: ACT OF INTRUDERS

Thomas Dawes, A. L. Cichy, and
Roy Cranmer experienced some diff
ficulty in pailing some honey at Long
Lake the forepart of the week. Some
three months ago the gentlemen spot
ted some bees on the limb Of large
tree there and had patiently waited
until the little fellows had stored up
seasons supply.
On the morning mentioned the men
went to the tree with rope and saw
expecting to sever the limb and lower
it to the ground. The bees were
bunched on the outside of the limb
when Dawes climbed the tree and be-
gan operations. The first jar to the
lilnb melted a mob and in huge
rhalanx the little workers bounced
upon their assailant. 1t is impos-
sible to describe the manner or the
speed of Dawes as he assembled the
trunk of the tree and made occasions
al and irregular tracks to ambush.
He had the assistance of his friends
in combating the mob and all came
out of the ARRAY with smarting SEN
sations in all parts of their anatom-
les. sa
Later it was learned that night
attack took the stronghold.
Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1916-09-27
ORDER EASTERN STAR
COUNTY ASSOCIATION

Thursday, September IA was the
date of the nineth annual meeting of
the Ionia County Association of the
Order of Eastern Star, held in Lake
Odessa.
About two hundred were in attend
ance, with Saranac chapter taking the
honors with sixty-six present.
At 2:30 D. m, the afternoon session
opened with Mrs. Myrta Unger, the
county president of the association
presiding.
The following officers were elected :
President, Mrs. Sara Rice, Portland
first vice president, Mrs. Ida Hender-
shott, Lyons; second vice president,
Mrs. Luta Strothers, Lake Odessa
secretary and treasurer, Mrs. Clyde
Moore, Portland; chaplain, Mrs. Stel-
la Mckay, Saranac; marshal, Mrs.
Cora Donovan, Belding.
Following the program the meet
ing was adjourned to the M. f..
church where banquet was served
by the Ladies' Aid society. After a
social hour the association again con-
vened in the Masonic hall where the
Lake Odessa chapter opened the
evening session, after which the cere-
mony of initiation was performed by
selected officers.
The association was honored by the
presence of Mrs. Emma Boyce of
Jackson, past worthy grand matron,
who gave school of instruction which
was we'll received by all present.
This was followed by a vocal solo
by Gladys Rising, after which the
Lake Odessa chapter gave the closing
service. '
Mrs. Myrta Unger then introduced
the president-elect, who gave few
timely remarks. Reports were read
from the committee on resolutions
and Ionia county association then adj
journed to meet with the Ionia chap
ter on the second Thursday in Sep
TENDER, 1917.
Mrs. Thomas Johnson,
Chairman of the Press Committee.
Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1916-09-27
COUNTY JAIL STATISTICS
FOR PAST SIX MONTHS

The Ionia county jail inspectors
made their fall inspection of the Jail
Friday and for the six months just
closed found the following statistics
Total number of prisoners confined
divided as follows: DRINKS, 90; vags,
20; larceny, IA; assault and battery,
8; using indecent language, 8; dis
orderly, IL; jumping board bill. 5;
breaking probation, 5; insane, A;
rape, A; stealing ride on train, A; in
decent exposure, 2; malicious destruc-
ton of property, 2; violation of game
law, 2; burglary, 2; horse stealing,
2; assault with attempt to murder, 2;
peddling without a license, /; at
tempted rape, /; desertion, /; ali
mony, /.
OF the nine persons now in jail
two are awaiting trial and seven are
serving sentence.
Fred Stevens has been held in Jail
seven days and Howard Folger 1923
The conditions of the Jail are re-
ported good.
The Jail was found clean, well kept
and in good condition, and the COM
mittee congratulated the members of
the building committee for the thor
ough manner in which they have per-
formed their duties.
The juvenile detention room was
also found clean and in good condi-
ton.
Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1916-09-27
If YOU ONLY KNEW

that you could have those old bad
ly decayed roots and teeth out
without torture you would not
delay any longer. Ask your fam
lily physician what it means to
your general health to keep
mouth filled with old roots
discharging pus more or less. We
will take them out for you so
easily without sleep-producing
drugs you will have no fear. We
have many patients from western
Michigan sent by those who know
We make full sets of teeth with
out plate covering roof of mouth,
which are a great success and can
give best of references. Call and
see us. c. d. Owens, Inc, Dentists.
DIR. j. A. Jarvis, DIR. +. c. Jarvis,
106 Monroe opposite Herpolsheim-
er's. Open Monday, Tuesday,
Thursday, Saturday evenings. Sun
day 10 to 1. Both phones.-adv.
Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1916-09-27

Abe Friedman was in Greenville
Wednesday on business trip.
Silas Ward made business trip
to Flint Wednesday.
Rev C. L. Morse and family Of Or
leans left on the train here Tuesday
for Grand Rapids, where he goes to
attend the Michigan conferences.
Mr.. and Mrs. Chas. A. Wagner en-
tertained her sister, Mrs. +. A. Keel
err of st. Joseph the past week. She
returned home by the way of Big
Rapids Tuesday. They also had as
weekend guests Mr.. and Mrs. b. I.
Meddick of Vestaburg.
Mrs. Frank Laux and children and
Lillian Laux left Tuesday for two
weeks visit in Mt. Pleasant.
Mr. and Mrs. Morris Faber and
family and sister, Lena Faber, of
Greenville were the Sunday guests of
Mrs. Susan Krupp.
Mrs. John Ashley Of Coral was the
guest of Mrs. Ed. Tower Tuesday.
Mr.. and Mrs. Henry Baldwin have
returned from their visit in Rock
ford and Grattan.
/ Luther Elkins returned Tuesday
from his trip to Sparta and Rockford.
Miss Edith Myers, who had been
the guest of relatives in Orleans, re-
turned home to Chicago Tuesday.
Mr.. and Mrs. C. A. Wheeler were
in Ionia on business Tuesday.
Mrs. A. N. Johnson is on the sick
list.
M. HI. Barlow captured a peculiar
bug Tuesday with body and legs
and feelers resembling the frame or
an aeroplane. High schools scientific
students called it species of the
walking stick bug.
Brinton F. Hall, G. F. Smith, Frank
r. Chase, Fred l.. Warner and j. M.
Langston left this Wednesday after
noon for Saginaw as delegates to the
state republican convention held there
Thursday.
DIR. James H. Armstrong is confin-
ed to his home and bed by illness
and under advice of his physician, DIR.
j. F. Pinkham, and Dr. Whinnery of
Grand Rapids, is under the care of
a nurse. For the past two or three
weeks he had not been feeling we'll,
suffering slight trouble with his
heart DIR. Pinkham reports today
his condition much improved and ex-
poets after careful treatment and a
much needed rest he will get into
practice again. The doctor is GER
tainly having his share of troubles.
Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1916-09-27

Mr.. and Mrs. JohnT. Noble receiv-
ed the sad intelligence Wednesday
that their son, Herbert Noble, had
been shot in one Of the engagements
at the battle front,in Belgium. The
message came from official sources in
Ottawa, Canada. Herbert was we'll
known here, having graduated from
our school year ago last June. A
few months ago he enlisted and was
in Canada for some time making a
visit here before going to the front.
He had a very large circle of friends
in this city.
The dispatch stated that he was
badly wounded and in the hospital.
Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1916-09-27
Remains We're Buried Here

The infant child Of Mr.. and Mrs.
Myron F. Link, George w. Link, ag-
ed four months, died in Muskegon
and it's remains were brought here
for burial Monday in River Ridge
cemetery. The funeral was held at
the home of VIM. Malone, Rev. G. M.
Pease officiating. Mr.. Pease spoke
comforting words to the bereaved
parents. The remain were accompan-
led from Muskegon by the parents,
Mr.. and Mrs. Link, and Mr.. and Mrs.
Andrew Minzey, former residents of
this city.
Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1916-09-27
SUCH A QUEEN!

voluminous trains are hallmark OF
late evening gowns. So this one pic
tured has tulle train falling over a
wide, square. one of salmon toned chif-
fon velvet. This material also affords
the front. caught up with French
rose, tiny replica of the gorgeous one
in the corsage. The bretelles are
salmon satin also serving as surplice
effect