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The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1917-03-10
CHAPTER XVIII.
The uttermost instant.

It was the day following SculPs de-
parture. David walked swiftly, deep
into the leafiess forest, and strobe
along Little Indian Creek, gurgling
under its ice, to the spot where Toin-
cite O'Bannon had first smiled at him
In the April noon. 1t was there his
new life had begun. And there, kneeE
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against sounding, and yet which
crashed and echoed, which groaned
and wept in despair, and yet not in
hopeless despair.
Then the opening bar suddenly
changed to minor key of the same
notes, a wave of music that seemed
fashioned of women's tears, of the
suppressed sobbing in the house of
the dead, of the cries of heart-broken
mothers; then the music hoated on in
a heart-rending, heart-breaking tone
as the voice of child that reached
for the hand of it's father and found
it cold and chilled by the hand of
DEATH On and on ran the tones of
the violin through cries of anguish,
through sobs of despair, until at last
it ran into a melancholy swing as of
some mournful brook that rippled in
solitude at deepest midnight Yet
through all it's misery, through all its
despair, there ran not one note of pro-
test, not one note of anger, but
through it all there ran note of deep
understanding and perhaps note of
pride.
Suddenly the original tone swelled
out again, deep, terrible, filled with
tears but not with protest, with hun
ger but not with fear, with cropping
but not with darkness, full of sorrow
and full of love, full of misery, yet
full of pride. So the piece ended as
it began, terrible, mysterious, beauti-
full.
AS if drawn by the music, Ian Re-
nan had risen and crossed the hall.
Now, at the conclusion Of the music
he stood with his hand upon the VIC
linist's door, When the last note had
died away he pushed open the door
and stepped before the startled music
ian, who was all flushed, disheveled
and still held the violin at his
shoulder.
"Boris, what is that music?"
"Why?" asked the other.
ct is wonderful, terrible. I wish l
understood it."
The other looked at him intently,
and from the emotion raised by his
own music, he answered, Under
stand it! Man, you, you can not
understand it! To understand it you
must understand the history and the
tragedy of great people. To under
stand it you must have walked with
prophets, you must have battled with
kings, you must have stood before the
altar and have seen the high priest
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yOu lCdVO, ollOuld yOIt SO
elsewhere you are still Isaac Renen
sky, half your powers must be ex
pended in the fight to gain an equal
start, and then every rung of the lad
der will be covered with obstacles,
every step you take must be made by
sheer power, there will be none to en-
courage, none to help, and many to
scott and to sheer"
Everywhere, father? Everywhere?
Is there this antipathy, this latent dis
trust, this smouldering hate through
out the whole world?"
Throughout the world, my son.
1t has been true even before Balaam
was called to curse us, and said, Ever,
they shall be nation apart My son,
it is the will of God, we must be
strangers"
Father" asked the young man,
slowly, as if measuring and weighing
each word, need one always be a
stranger ?"
The old mans eyes burned like live
Goals. my SON" he answered, ."you
are doomed to be Isaac Renensky.
Should you leave townsville, should
you go to dwell among the strangers
as one Of them, should you hide your
race and forget your name, yet you
will always be Isaac, the son of
Moses, you will be sought out, you
will be found, the stranger shall know
and he shall hate you for your deceit.
That of which you should be proud
will become the mark of Cain And
should you succeed, should you hide
your race from all, should you dwell
among the strangers, should you rise
to sit in the high places, should no
man know you as Jew, yet there
will always be an accuser, always one
who will point you out not as Jew,
but as a traitor"
"Who?"
"You, my son, yourself For there
will come time when you will real
ize that it is better to dwell as peo-
pie apart, to fight the double fight, to
bear the secret sneers and blows, than
to desert the heritage of time. There
will be time when you will be called
upon to destroy that which is nearest
to your heart, then will you rebel, for
your heart will be drawn to it's kim
dred as magnet attracts the iron, so
will you be drawn though you do not
understand and wonder at the
mystery. Then, my son, you will re-
gret that you did not choose to remain
where the gold of YOUR soul, denounc-
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there is nothing that draws him to his
people, but that everything pulls him
away, that his people are naught to
him save milestone, when all his
hopes, his aims, his love-"
The old man sighed, and arose to
his feet. GO, my son, where your
heart leads you, but, when you are
old you will know that, which today
you think your curse is in reality your
blessing; that you are, that you al
ways will be, Isaac Ben Mosha, and
so it shall be with your son, and your
sons sons throughout all eternity"
Ian Renan, the artist, laid by his
brush, for the fading light robbed the
colors of their luster and blurred the
figure on the canvas.
Ian Renan was gifted and rapidly
rising young artist, whose paintings
ran to Biblical subjects and whose
work was rapidly finding place on the
walls of fashionable churches and re-
ligious societies. Fate seemed to have
dragged Renan into the painting of re-
ligious subjects, for his first success
had been a canvas of the Madonna,
and since then paintings of Biblical
subjects by him were much in de-
mand. Being a careful, conscientious
student as we'll asbai. artist, he had
become familiar with the historical
significance of his subjects. Espec-
tally was he we'll versed in the tragic
history of the Hebrew race. The
glories of the house of David, the
history of the priesthood, the wars,
the triumpls and the final overthrow
of Israel, served to fire his magma
ton. From his Jewish models he
knew the story of Maranos, and the
oppression of the car. Often one
of his models would grow eloquent
over the miseries of Israel and her
steadfastness to the faith and heritage
of her fathers, and more than once
the coming Of the Messiah was pro-
claimed in Ian Remains studio by some
ragged, gray-bearded model, at which
Ian Renan would always smile with
a queer smile, smile without mirth
and yet without sympathy.
A fine figure of a man was Ian Re-
nan as he sat in the twilight before
his canvas. A slight, boyish figure,
his dark features modelled into an ex-
preston of serious repose, dark eyes
that burned with the fire of youth and
contained the ghost of dream, black
hair, thicklv tinged with gray. that
The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1917-02-14

COUNTY DITCH NO. 80.
To Whom For What
Issued. Purpose Amount
1853 f. J. Hassenstab
posting notices rs 600
1874 John Arends, hear
ing on petition. SEQ
S23 Redwood Gazette
publishing notice OF
hearing .. % an
$50 Walter Hill, chairman 6oo
TIT d. L. Burnham, as
sistant engineer on
ditch ........ 1870
77S Harry Warner, rod
man on ditch. 49, e2k
779 e. A. Ashford, rod
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1917-01-18
CHAPTER xxxIIi.

There was a heavy town-fog that
afternoon. a smoke-mist, densest in the
sanctuary of the temple. The people
went about in 1t, busy and dirty.
thickening their outside and inside
Innings of coal-tar. asphalt. sulphurous
acid, oil of vitriol. and the other famil-
lar things the men liked to breathe and
to have upon their skins and garments
and upon their wives and babies and
sweethearts. The growth of the city
was visible in the smoke and the noise
and the rush. There was more smoke
than there had been this day of Febru
ary year earlier; there was more
noise; and the crowds were thicker
yet quicker in spite of that. The traf
iic policeman had hard time, for
the people were independent they re-
tanned some habits of the old parxet-
town period. and would cross the
street anywhere and anyhow, which
not only got them killed more frequent
y than if they clung to the legal cross
ings, but kept the motormen, the chauf-
feurs and the truck drivers in stew
of profane nervousness. So the traf-
fic policemen led harried lives; they
themselves were killed, of course, with
certain periodicity, but their main
| trouble was that they could not make
the citizens realize that 1t was actu-
ally and mortally perilous to so about
their city. 1t was strange, for there
| We're probably no citizens of any
length of residence who had not per-
sonally known either someone who had
been killed or injured in an accident.
or someone who had accidentally killed
or injured others. And yet, perhaps
1t was not strange. seeing the sharp
preoccupation of the faces-the people
had something on their minds: they
could not stop to bother about dirt and
danger
Mary Vertrees was not often down
town; she had never seen an accident
until this afternoon. She had come
upon errands for her mother connected
with a timorous REIMBURSEMENT; and as
she did these. in and out of the depart
ment stores. she had an insistent con-
seriousness of the Sheridan building.
From the street, anywhere 1t was al
most always in sight, like some mon
strous geometrical shadow. murk-col
ored and rising limitlessly into the
swimming heights of the smoke-mist.
1t was gaunt and grimy and repellent;
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1917-01-18

you. I don't know I got any call to
blow, though-because l tried to cross
after you did. That's how l happened
to run into you. Well, you remember
to look out after this. We were talkin'
about Murtrie's askin' sixty eight thou
sand fat for that ninety-nine-year
lease. It's his lookout If he'd rather
take 1t that way. and 1 don't know
but"
NO" said Bibbs, emphatically, as
the elevator stopped; "he won't get it.
Not from Us, he won't, and I'll show
you why. I can convince you in FIVE
minutes" He followed his father into
the office anteroom-and convinced
him. Then, having been diligently
brushed by youth OF color, Bibbs
went into his swn room and closed the
dont.
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1917-01-18

highest should serve, but so long as
you worship me for my own sake
will not serve you. 1t Is man who
makes me ugly. by his worship Of me.
II man would let me serve him, I
should be beautifulw
Looking once more from the win
dow, Bibbs sculptured for himself
in vague contortions of the smoke and
fog above the roofs-a gigantic figure
with feet pedestaied upon the great
buildings and shoulders disappearing
in the clouds. colossus of steel and
wholly blackened with SCOT But Bibbs
carried his fancy further-for there
was still little poet lingering in the
back of his head-and he thought that
up over the clouds, unseen from below,
the giant labored with his hands in the
clean sunshine; and Bibbs had
glimpse of what he made there-per-
haps for fellowship of the children
of the children that were children now
"a noble and joyous city. unbelievably
white
1t was the telephone that called him
from his vision. 1t rang fiercely.
He lifted the thing from his desk
and answered-and as the small voice
inside it spoke he dropped the receiver
with a crash. He trembled violently
as he picked it up, but he told himself
he was wrong-he had been mistak-
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1917-01-18

is what'd make you laugh IL you'd been
there. Miss Vertrees-honest 1t would ~
He paused to chuckle and stole a
glance at her. She was gazing straight
before her at the wall: her lips We're
parted, and-visibly-she was breath
ing heavily and quickly. He feared
that she was growing furiously angry
but he had led to what he wanted to
say. and he went on, determined now
to say 1t all. He leaned forward and
altered his voice to one OF confidep-
tial friendiness. though in It he still
maintained n tone which indicated that
ole Doc Gurney's opinion was only a
joke he shared with her. YES sir. you
certainly would "a laughed! Why. that
ole man thinks you got something to
do with 1t. You'll have to blame 1t on
him, young lady, If It makes you feel
like startin' out to whip somebody
He's actually got this theory: he says
Bibbs got to gettin' better while he
worked over there at the shop because
you kept him cheered up and feelin'
good And he says II you could man
age to just stand him hangin' round
little-maybe not much. but just
sometimes-again. he believed it'd do
Bibbs mighty lot o. good. Course
that's only what the doctor said. Me.
don't know anything about that; but
| can say this much-I never saw any
such mental improvement in any
body in my life as l have lately in
Bibbs. expect you'd find him a
good deal more entertaining than what
he used to be-and | know it's kind
of embarrassing thing to suggest after
the way he piled In over here tina t
day to ask you to stand up before the
preacher with him, but accordin' to
ole Doc Gurney. he's got you on his
brain so bad"
Mary jumped. "Mr. Sheridan!" she
exclaimed
He sighed profoundly "There! I
noticed you were gettin' mad. 1
didn't"
mo, no, nor she cried. But |
don't understand-and l think you
don't What is IL you want me to do?'
He sighed again. but this time with
relief. well, wellv' he said. You're
right. It'll be easier to talk plain. I
puSht " hio"h eouiu WIN sou' ar
the time. just hoped you'd let that
boy come and see you sometimes. once
more. Could youY"
You don't understand" She clasped
her hands together IN ~ sorrowful ges-
ture. 'Yes, we must talk plain. Bibbs
heard that I'd tried to make your
oldest son care for me because l was
poor, and so Bibbs came and asked
me to marry him-because he was
| sorry for me. And | can't see him any
| more" she cried In distress. II can'tV'
| fortably. You mean because he
| thought that about you?"
mo, no! What he thought was true!
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1917-01-18
The Turmoil
BOOTH HARRINGTON
Copyright 1915, by Harper q Brothers)

machine. He told me to look out, but
wouldn't listen. and l didn't look
out-and that's how l got my hand
hurt, tryin' to show Bibbs to do some
thing he knew how to do and didn't.
Made me so mad just wouldn't even
admit to myself 1t was hurt-and so,
by and by. ole Doc Gurney had to take
kind O. radical measures with me. He's
n right good doctor. too. Don't you
think so, Miss Vertreess"
yes"
Eyes, he is sov' Sheridan now had
the air of rambling talker and gossip
with all day on his hands. '"rake him
on Bibbs' case. l was talkin' about
Bibbs' case with him this morning.
Well, you'd laugh to hear the way ole
Gurney talks about that! Course he
Is just as much friend as he is doe
tor-and he takes as much interest
in Bibbs as If he was in the family.
He thinks Bibbs isn't anyways bad
Off yet: and he thinks he could stand
the pace and get fat on it if-well. this
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Mary Stood Upon the Threshold.

en-yet 1t was startlingly beautiful
voice; startlingly kind. too. and inef-
fabiy like the one he hungered most
to hear.
"who?" he said, his own voice shak-
ing-like his hand.
"MaryS
He responded with two hushed and
incredulous words: SIS it?'
There was little thrill of pa thetic
half-laughter in the instrument
"Bibbs-I wanted to-just to see II
you"
"Yes-Mary"
II was looking when you were SO
nearly run over. l saw 1t. Bibbs. They
said you hadn't been hurt, they
thought. but l wanted to know for my
self"
mo. no. 1 wasn't hurt at all-Mary.
1t was father who came nearer 1t. He
saved me-"
"Yes, l saw; but you had fallen.
couldn't get through the crowd until
you had gone. And wanted to know"
"Mary-would you-have minded?'
he said. There was a long interval
YES"
Then why
Yes. Bibbs?"
Il don't know what to say" he cried.
ITS so wonderful to hear your voice
again-I'm shaking. Mary-I-I don't
know-I don't know anything except
that I am talking to you! 1t is you
Mary?
Yes, Bibbsr'
Mary-l've seen you from my win.
dow at home-only five times since L
since then. You looked-oh, how can
l tell you? 1t was like man chained
In cave catching glimpse of the
blue sky. Mary. Mary, won't you-let
me see you again-near? I think !
could make you really forgive me-
you'd have to"
II did-then."
"No-not really-or you wouldn't
have said you couldn't see me any
more
THAT wasn't the reason" The voice
was very low
Mary" he said. even more tremu.
lously than before, 81 can't-you
couldn't mean 1t was because-you
can't mean 1t was because you-care?"
There was no answer.
"Mary?" he called, huskily. "If you
mean that-you'd let me see you
wouldn't you?"
And now the voice was SO low he
could not be sure it spoke at all, but II
1t did. the words were, "Yes, Bibbs-
dear"
But the voice was not in the instru.
ment-it was SO gentle and so light,
so almost nothing. it seemed to be
made of air-and it came from the
air.
Slowly and tncredulously he turned
and glory fell upon his shining eyes.
The door Of his fathers room had
opened.
Mary stood upon the threshold.
THE END.
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1917-01-18

"Well-you mean ne was 20 mucn
in-you mean he thought so much of
you" The words were inconceivably
awkward upon Sheridan's tongue; he
seemed to be in doubt even about pro-
nouncing them, but after ghastly
pause he bravely repeated them. You
mean he thought so much of you that
you Just couldn't stand him around?"
mo! He was sorry for me. He
cared for me; he was fond of me; and
he'd respected me-too much! In the
finest way he loved me, II you like,
and he'd have done anything on earth
for me, as 1 would for him, and as
he knew I would. 1t was beautiful,
Mr.. Sheridan" she said. But the
cheap. bad things one has done seem
always to come back-they wait, and
pull you down when you're happiest.
Bibbs found me out. you see; and he
wasn't fn love with me at ALL
"He wasn't? Well, it seems to me
he gave up everything lie wanted to
dot was fool stun. but he certainly
wanted it mighty bad-he just threw
it away and walked right up and took
just for you. And it looks to me as
If man that'd do that must think
quite heap O. the girl he does 1t for!
You say i. was only because he was
sorry. but let me tell you there's only
one girl he could feel that sorry for!
Yes, sir!'
mo. no." she said. gibbs isn't like
other men-he would do anything for
anybody"
Sheridan grinned. Perhaps not so
much as you think, nowadays" he said
For instance, l got kind Of suspicion
he doesn't believe in sentiment in bust
ness But that's neither here nor
there. What he wanted was, just plain
and simple, for you to marry him.
Well I was afraid his thinkin' so much
Of you had kind O. sickened you of
him-the way it does sometimes. But
from the way you talk, l understand
that amt the trouble" He coughed.
and his voice trembled little. Now
here, Miss Vertrees, | don't have to
tell you-because you see things easy
know / got no business comm to
you like this. but l had to make Bibbs
go my way instead of his own-I had
to do 1t for the sake O. my business
and on his own account, too-and |
expect you got some idea how 1t hurt
him to give up. Well. he's made good.
He didn't come in half-hearted or
mean: he came in-all the way! But
there isn't anything in 1t to him; you
can see he's just shut his teeth on it
IL,
You see, one way of lookin' at it. he's
got nothin' to work for. And 1t seems
to me like 1t cost him your friendship.
and believe-honest-th what
hurt him the worst. Now you said
we'd talk plain. Why can't you let
him come back?"
She covered her face desperately
with her hands. II can't!'
He rose, defeated. and looking 1t.
"well, l mustn't press you," he said,
gently.
At that she cried out. and dropped
her bands and let him see her face.
"Ah. He was only sorry for mev'
He gazed at her intently. Mary was
proud. but she had fatal honesty. and
it confessed the truth Of her now; she
was helpless. 1t was SO clear that
even Sheridan. marveling and amazed.
was able to see it. Then change
came over him; gloom fell from him,
and he grew radiant
Don't! Don't!' she cried. You
mustn't"
Il won't tell him." said Sheridan.
from the doorway. Il won't tell any
body anything"
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1917-01-18
Work and the Colt,

The newly broken colt should not
be worked too hard this spring. Too
much work just now may ruin hin,
The Elk Mountain pilot., 1917-01-18
CHAPTER XXI (contlnued).

Old Man Sheridan, nightly pleased
with Bibbs, has gone to Mary Vertrees
with the purpose of "fixing up" the
"troubie" between her and his son.
He wants to see the young folks
happy.
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-10-11
.DAUJPHIN CLAIMS
WILL COME, UP
Appeal Board to Take Action
on Exemptions; Few More
Men Are Examined

The District Appeal Board will
ing at nine o'clock. The claims of
some of the young men of Dauphin
county will be acted on. Yesterday
the clerk of the board sent back to
the local boards the certifcations of
all the claims that were acted on by
the Appeal Board at it's last ses-
sion. The claims of several of the
employees of the Bethlehem Steel
Corporation of Steelton, which were
allowed were in this list. Other
claims were from Northumberland,
Juniata, Cumberland and Perry
Counties. The many complaints
have been made by some of the
local boards of this district over the
shortage of men for the next con-
tingent. The certifcation OF the men
yesterday cleared up this matter.
The Steelton Board to-day acted
on claims for exemption and also
examined a man who failed TO show
up when ordered to report. This
man was out of the city at the time
and did not return until last night
This board received this morning
from the district board the certifica-
ton of four men who are as follows:
Mishoff, and James ]. James (col-
oredl all of Steelton. The disposal
of the colored men is bothering the
Steelton board to great extent
Orders regarding this matter are ex-
pected to be received from the state
draft headquarters very soon.
The PaXtang exemption board
yesterday examined five men. Four
of these men did not appear when
ordered to report the other man had
his case transferred from New York
State. The board will meet to-mor-
row afternoon for the purpose of
acting the remaining claims for ex-
emption and also to sign discharge
slips This board is in good shape
to meet the demand of the third
call.
The Elizabethville board received
list of names to-day that were GER
titled, by the district board. The
board has practically completed its
work for the first quota. When the
entire list of men are received from
the district board the quota is eX-
pected to be completed.
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-10-11
Large Crowd Hears
Dr.. Hyde at Camp Curtin

1t was church night last evening
at Camp Curtin Church. and Evange-
list Hyde preached sermon on the
text. aye Shall Receive Power After
That the Holy Ghost Has Come Upon
You.' In this very helpful sermon
he defined the power that the Christ
ian should expect as the power to
help him live the true Christian life.
Preparation is being made for an
day afternoon. The organized Wo-
mems Bible classes of the community
will be asked to this meeting. This
is the only meeting of its kind DR..
of meetings. Tonight DR.. Hyde will
have a message for both women and
men.
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-10-11

Within ten minutes after an appli-
cation of Danderine you can not find
a single trace of dandruff or falling
hair ana your scalp will not itch,
but what will please you most will
be after a few weeks use, when you
see new hair. fine and downy at first
-yes-but really new ha!r-growing
all over the scalp.
A little Danderine Immediately
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difference how dull. faded, brittle
and scraggy, just moisten cloth
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strand at a time. The effect is amaz-
ing-your hair will be light, fluffy
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lustre, softness and luxuriance.
Get a 20 cent bottle of knowlton's
Danderine from any drug store or
toilet counter, and prove that your
hair is as pretty and soft as any
that it has been neglected or injured
by careless treatment-that's all
you surely can have beautiful hair
and lots of 1t If you will Just try a
little Danderine.-Adv.