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Norwich bulletin., 1917-10-30
F. stiIIm.n, died at the stiIIrnan home

F. StilIman, died at the StiiInan home stead off the Potter Hill road Sunday evening in her 9oth year. Mrs. Still man was born in North Stonington July g, 1928, and has resided in the town of Westerly nearly all her life. She is survived by three sons, John A., Wayland F. and George L. Stillman and a daughter, Bertha Stillman, wid- ow of Edwin Krebs. Mrs. Stillman was for many years a member of the First Seventh Day Baptist Hopkinton church in Asha way. Mrs. Stillman was the daughter Of John and Elizabeth Hoxie Greene and married Joseph F. Stillman in Stonington Oct. g, 1S4s.
Norwich bulletin., 1917-10-30

Maria L. StiIIrnan, widow of Joseph
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-02-28

mandng voice, like an antiphony of love:
Il, beatrice. take thee. Allan, to my we'd
ded husband, to have and to hold from this
day forward for better, for worse, for
richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health
to love and to cherish, till death do US part,
and thereto l give thee my troth -
Already Allan had drawn from his little
finger the plain gold ring he had worn
there so many centuries. Upon her finger
ne placed the ring and kissed IT, and, fol-
lowing the voice. he said:
with this ring thee wed, and with all
my worldly goods | thee endow. In the
name of the Father, and of the Son. and
OF the Holy Ghost. Amen"
Forest river, sky and golden sunlight
greeted them as they stood on the broad
porch OF the cathedral, and the clear song
or many birds unafraid in the virgin wilder
ness, made music to their ears such as must
have greeted the primal day.
Suddenly Allan caught and crushed her
In his arms.
MY wife !" he whispered
The satin Of her skin from breast to brow
surged into sudden flame. Her eyes closed
and between her eager lips the breath came
fast
oh, Allan-husband! feel hear"
The voice of the unborn, CRYING to us
from out the dark, o father, mother, give
us life ="
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-02-28
TIT Il. E1T u D n r. OM7 Sequel to Beyond the Great Oblivion
i n L i d LO w B. ENGLAND

home OF hupanity was not TO he ,h. a.
tant regions OF the East, involylns .a , us
and perilous journey, but ratber .ons
location In the vast warm central e svne
OF what had once been the United s,s.en sln
They judged they were now som.,,..-'
IN the one-tlme State Of Indiana. moi sse
from indianapolis SO much warpar I "a.
the climate grown that for soma ra.a,s nsd
TO come at least the Folk could w,,he'.s
doubt accustom themselves to the ch.uu.
from the hot and muggy atmosphers 81
the abyss to the semitropic heat Vi
The main object now was 10 a,.o.
suitable caves near good water s,,nn,,'
where by night the Folk could prossrm,.
their accustomed fisheries Agr,.,',....
and the care Of domestic animals ~, s.l,
light would have to be postponed for sor,.
time, possibly for a year or more Aha.,e Ais
all. the health of the prospective coion,s,s
must be safeguarded, 's
II was not until nearly nishtfau a, a..
next day, and after stops had been nsas
az the ruins OF two considerable but un.
Identified towns-for fuel. az we'll a. :.
NJ up an electric searchight and boodsS
lamps to illuminate the Instruments In ~
aoyss-that the explorers found what thew
were seeking. ''
About half.past five that afternoon thew
sighted way considerable Sriver, flowing
westward down a rugged and irregular
valley, In the direction of the chasm,
This can't be the Ohio" Judged sterr
I'VE must have long since passed its bea
now probably dried up. don't remem,
Der any such hllly region as this in the old
days along the Mississippi Valley. All
these formation must be the result of the
cataclysm. Well, no matter, just so we
find what we're after"
Where are we now?" she asked, peerins
downward anxiously. over what State
can you tell?"
Possibly Tennessee or northern Ala.
bama. See the change in vegetation? No
conifers here, but many palms and fern.
trees, and new, strange growths. Fertile
isn't the name for it Once we clear lana
here, crops will grow themselves don't
think we'll do better than this, Beta Shall
we land and see?'
a quarter-hour later the Pauillac had
safely deposited them on a high, rocky
plateau about half mile back from the
edge OF the river canyon. Stern. In his
eagerness, was all for hunting that
very evening but the girl restrained him y
Not so impatient, dear ~ she cautioned
TOO fast arrives as tardy as too slow !!
Tomorrow's time enough"
Ruling me with quotations from Shakes
peare eh?" he laughed with kiss "All
right, have your way-Mrs. Stern" :"
She laughed too, at this, the first time
she had heard her new name. So they
made camp and postponed further labors
till daylight again.
lCoNTINUED TOMORROW
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-02-28
Farmer Smiths
Column
THE END OF THE ROAD

Dear Children--I was walking along a
country road one day when I met a small
boy. Where is the end of this roadT
asked the little man.
TT amt got no end" he replied
His grammar was not correct, but that
boy set me to thinking.
Where is the end Of life's road?
Do you suppose 'it amt got no end?
Let me ask you another question: How
did the little boy KNOW there was no end
to the road?
After he told me there was no end to the
road. did ! stop? Did ! sit down and say
"Oh, WELL There is no end to 1t, so guess
will not go any farther?
/ kept on going. i KNEW the road
would take mo where I wanted to go.
Where do YOU want to go?
What is YOUR AIM IN LIFE?
Do not tell me that you have no aim. or
that you are too young to think about such
things. i was editor of paper when was
In school. 1t was called the Paper Wad
Never mind the end of the road. See
that the road you are on takes you where
you want to go. Take the shortest road,
for the shortest road is always the RIGHT
ROAD.
You may walk up the side Of the noun
tain. for that is the shortest way to its
summit, but 1t Is the hardest, So the
RIGHT ROAD is sometimes the hardest to
travel, but it pays, for It will get you where
you want to go.
Your loving editor,
FARMER SMITH
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-02-28
SUMMARY OF PRECEDING, STORIES


Allan stern, a consulting engineer. and
Beatrice kendrick. his stenoerapher. wake
from long sleep In his office In the tower
OF the Metropolitan Life Insurance. BuildinG.
New York city; they look about them and
see the office interior fallen TO decay. while
below they behold a vast forest OF great
trees where New York city once stood. II is
evident that their sleep has lasted through
centuries. and that during this unconscious
lapse tho city has been destroyed by some
great catastrophe. They seem to be the
only survivors of the Inhabitants OF the
western continent. They ciothe themselves
primitively and subsist on food which has
withstood the ravases Of centuries In glass
Jars.
After time troop Of maiforned savaEes
appears. They storm the tower and a des-
perate battle ensues. Stern and Beatrice
escape nnding refuge in a ruined mansion
on the Hudson. After a time they set sail
Tor Boston In boat which Stern has built.
he hopes TO md the telescope Of the Harvard
University by which to verify his discovery
OF the earth's changed relations with It's
astral neighbors. They reach what was
once the city Of Providence. where they nnd
rusty firearms, still serviceabie. and an
seropiane which stern repairs.
In an expedition Of exploration In the
machine they are drawn into a terrible
ABYSS. where the sun never shines. and are
captured by strange people and condemned
TO death. In great battle Stern uses his
nrearms and repels his captors' enemies.
thus gaining their friendship. After many
further adventures Stern and Beatrice escape
from the abyss In the aeroplane and regain
the land Of the sun.
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-02-28
THE STORY THUS FAR

Once more on earth. Allan and Beatrice
bury the patriarch who was their friend In
the abyss and who accompanied them to the
old world, only to die at the first touch OF
the sun. Around the patriarch's neck is a
chain and small locket which contains in
structions where to find the records Of the
lost civilization. The paper crumbles as they
read but the two gather enough to direct
them They start for their old home on the
banks of the Hudson. only 10 hnd It occu-
pied by the horde. The beast -savages de-
stroy the building while Allan and Beatrice
are attacking from the Pauillac. In despair
they make for Storm KinE, the mountain
which Is the sight of the great Gothic
Cathedral. Here It 10 that some OF the
records are stored.
After many trials the two discover the
remains Sf tho records. which now mere
dust. ana leaden chest which they succeed
In breaking omen.
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-02-28
JUDGE GOAT
By Farmer Smith

Imagine the surprise Of Billy Bumpus
Mrs, Bumpus and the court officer when
they all looked up to see Judge Goat walk
in.
II thought told you you couldn't eat
for three days" said Judge Goat to Billy.
I'm not eating. said Billy, getting up
from the table and bowing very low. Your
Excelency will you be kind enough TO sit
here and have a little repast with my wife
and and your Excelencys servant2"
Il have always heard of your wife as
fine cook said the Judge.
You fatter us both, your Exceency.
We would be only too happy to give you
the best that our house affords, ] can walt
until my three days are UP II 1t pleases
your Majesty. Your very wish Is a COM
mand to me-" said Billy again bowling very
low.
Now the Judge had never been fattered
so much before in all his life and when he
heard Billy address him as he did II tickled
his vanity so that he smiled from ear 10
ear.
"sit at the head Of the table and carve"
insisted Mrs. Bumpus. pushing the Judge
into a chair and handing him napkin.
willie, dear, will you see II there is any
Of that brickbat soup left? Nothing IN all
the world would give me more pleasure
than to have our honored guest have soms
Of that soup"
In a jiffy Mrs. Bumpus was In the
kitchen hunting UP some Of the soup that
Billy hadn't touched. She heated some OF
the soup and put 1t before Judge Goat
I'm so sorry that Billy can't have some
Of this excellent SOUP" said Judge Goat
Billy looked at his wife and smiled
Then he said:
I'm sorry, your Majesty. but i wouldn!
J eat any Of that soup for any amount Oh
money"
How kind of you" replied the Judge
laughing 'The more eat the more IKE
this delicious soup. II YOU had some tna'
wouldn't leave much for me-"
II learn by experience" said Billy
'How's that?" asked Judge Goat
IT never eat anything that has been
stolen. II did II would make me as pau
as the one who stole the thing In the nrss
place" Billy looked at his distinguished
guest out of the corner Of his eye.
WHAT" !" exclaimed the Judge
II mean that was locked up for steaiint-
the brickbats that soup was made from.
That's the reason I don't want any NOR
Of It," .hs
Judge In amazement
to be arrested for eating that soup IN t"y
brickbats in that soup were stolen -,
could be arrested for stealing them Wv
ought TO be arrested for eating them
see?"
"Yes. I see." replied the Judge family !.
well. the best thing you can 40 ~, ~
let me eat too, and then we ootn M rh,s
be In the same boat" Billy looked az h'
wife. =.
me-" whined Judge Goat ~
"I'll keep stili this once. but never 90
again do you hear?' commanded blhy
"Yes. ! hear. Mrs Bumpus soup ~
four, please" N, -.>s
and Judge Goat scooted under the ~osx ~x
without even waiting % md out w'o
callln8l |41 Z. ". n ia tI4| 81 4 f.
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-02-28
CHAPTER VIII
"Till Death Us DO Part"

A LII right. my darling" he made an
"A swer But not here. This is no
place for melody. down In this dark and
gloomy crypt. surrounded by the relics of
the dead. We've been buried alive down
here altogether too long as II is. Brrr
The chill's beginning to get into my very
bones! Don't you feelit, Beta7"
"I do, now I stop to think of II. Well
let's go up, then. Wen have our music
where II belongs, in the cathedral. with
sunshine and air and birds to keep Il COM
pany!"
Half an hour later they had Transported
the magnificent photograph and the steel
records out of the crypt and up the spiral
stairway, into the vast. majestic sweep Of
the transept.
They placed their find on the broad con-
crete steps that In the old days had led
up to the altar and while Allan infinitely
examined the mechanism to make sure that
all was. right. the girl, sitting on the top
step looked over the records
''why, Allan, here are instrumental as
we'll as vocal masterpieces she announced
with Joy. Just lsten-here's Rossini's
Barber de Seville and Griegs Anitra's
Dance from the Peer Gynt Suite and
here's that most enhancing Barcaroile
from the Contes d'Hoffman'-you remember
it,"
She began to hum the air, then. as the
harmony flowed through her soul, sang A
few lines. her voice like gold and honey:
Beiie mutt mutt glamour. souris a nos iyressesi
Mutt plus dopce aue lie Jour. belle multi
Le temps fuit ct sans retour smports no.
tendresses;
Lon de Get heureux sejour le temps fuit sans
zephyrs embrases. versex-nous vos caresses,
All Donnez-nous vos baisers!
The echoes Of Offenbach's wondrous air,
q crystal, stream Of harmony. and OF the
passion -pulsng words died through the
vauited heights. A moment Allan sat ST.
| lent, gazing at the girl and then he smiled.
"It lives in you again. the pastr' he cried
"In you the world shall be made new once
more! Beatrice. when I last heard that
'Barcarolie' II was sung by Farrar and
Scott at the Metropolitan, In the winter Of
1913. And now-you waken the whole
scene In me again
81 seem TO behold the vast, ciesr-iighted
space anew. the tiers Of eilded galleries
and boxes, the thousands of men and
women hanging eagerly on every silver
note--I see the marvellous orchestra, many.
yet one the venetian scene. the moonlight
on the Grand Canal. the gondolas. the
| merrymakers--I hear 0iulietta and Nick
lausss blending thoss- perfect tcnesI Ny
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-02-28
CHAPTER vII-(Continued)

open it quick Allan" Beatrice ex-
" claimed. III It Is a phonograph, why,
we can hear the very voices Of the past, the
dead, a full thousand years ago."
with trembling fingers Stern slit the
canvas wrappings
What a treasure! What a find! !" he
exulted Look, Beta-see what fortune
has put into our hands :"
Even as he spoke he was lifting the great
phonograph from the space where. abso-
lutely uninjured and intact, It had reposed
for ten centuries A silver plate caught
his eye. He paused to read:
METROPOLITAN OPERA HOUSE.
New York City
This Phonograph and these Records we're
immured in the vault of this building Sep
tember IS, 1918, by the Philavox Society,"
TO be opened in the year 1000
Non Pereat Memoria Musicale Nostrae.
Let not the memory of our music
perish = he translated why, l remember
we'll when these records were made and
deposited In the Metropolitan similar
thing was done in Paris. you remember
and in Berlin But how does this machine
come here?"
Probably the expedition reached New
York, after all, and decided TO transfer
this treasure TO a safer place where 1t
might be absolutely safe and dry" she sug-
gested. It's here, anyhow; that's the
main tnlnB anu we We iouiiu IT, "Hat
fortune!"
Its lucky. all right enough" the man
assented, setting the magnificent machine
down on the floor Of the crypt 80 far
as I can see the mechanism is absolutely
all right In every way. They've even put
in a box Of the special fiber needles for use
on the steel plates, Beta. Everything s
provided for
DO you know, the expedition must have
been a much larger one than we thought?
II was no childs play to invade 'the ruins
of New York. rescue all this, and transport
II here probably with savages dogging
their heels every step. Those certainly
were determined, vigorous men, and a
goodly number at that. And the fight they
must have put up In the cathedral, defend
| ing their cache against the enemy, and dy-
ing for 1t, must have been terrifcally dra-
matte!
But all that's done and forgotten now,
and we can only guess a bit of II here
and there The tangible fact Is this ma
chine and these records Beatrice. They're
real, and we've got them. And the quicker
we see what they have TO tell US, the bet
ter. eh?"
She casped her hands with enthusiast
Put on a record. Allan. quick Let us
hear the voices of the past once more
human voices--the voices OF the age that
| was !" she cried, excited as a child.
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-02-28
News to Her

A travelling man one night found
himself obliged to remain In a small
town on account OF a washout on the
railroad caused by the heavy rain,
which was still coming down in tor.
rents. The travelling man turned TO
the waitress with:
This certainly looks like the
Flood"
The what?"
THE Flood. You've read about the
Flood, and the ark landing on Mount
Ararat, surely"
Gee! Mister" she returned, IT
amt seen a paper for three days.
Harper's.
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-02-28
It's Called a Faux Pas

He-will you go to the dance with
me?
She-I'm sorry, can't. But I'll In.
troduce you to a very handsome and
clever girl whom you can take.
He-I don't want a handsome and
clever girl; want you.-Tiger.
Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-02-28
More Apt to Be

Mr.. Flubdub-That girl thinks no
man Is good enough for her.
Mrs. Flubdub-She may be right.
at that.
Mr.. Flubdub-Yes, but she is more
apt to be left.-Detroit Free Press.
Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1917-11-27

dangerous condition. Charles r. Bare
hart. of Wheeling. W. Va. a member
Of the Ono Hundred and Fourteenth
Field Artillery. IL in the base hospital
at Camp Lee suffering from u bullet
wound received when he was shot last
night by John +. Jones. said to be
from Rocky Mount. y. G. The man is
under arrest in ItopeHell.
The shooting followed the alleged
purchase Of some whisky from Jones
b. some of the troops from the camp.
1t Is said that the men did not have
sufficient money te buy all he had.
From what can be learned. II appears
he left the room for short time.
during which time the men packed all
Of the whisky in suit case and left
the place.
On returning. and not finding the
whisky that he claims should have
been left. he secured revolver and
followed the men. meeting them some
distance down the railroad track from
uopewell
According TO the report made to the
police. he found Barchart with "A suit
case. which Jones claimed TO be his.
Barchort denied this, whereupon y Is
said Jones fred, the bullet entering
the soldiers body OH the left side near
the heart. The arrHet Of the man fol-
lowed Immediately.
Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1917-11-27
Judge Graham c. porterne,s.

ABINGDON, VA. November 26.-
Judge Graham c. Porterfleld died at
his residence in Abingdon. Va, on
Saturday morning at 0 o'clock. He
was sixty-two years OF age. and had
been in i'll health for about four years.
On his siSty-second birthday, October
10. he fell on his front porch, and suf-
fered injuries from which he never re-
covered
lie was son of Lilburn Porterfield
and Rachael Buchanan Porterfeld, and
vas born at Glade Spring, in this coun-
~. lie was educated at Emory and
Henry College. and began the practice
Of law shortly after leaving College
and was for one term Judge Of the
County Court OF Grayson County. from
which place he moved to Abingdon
and practiced law. Along with his law
practice lie did newspaper work. and
was owner and editor Of the Glade
Spring Citizen. now The Washington
County Journal. for many years.
After, dispensing Of his paper he was
reporter for many OF the dailies
throughout this section. and was re-
garded as one OF the finest newspaper
reporters of this section Of Virginia.
He was a member OF the Presbyterian
Church of this place. His funeral was
conducted yesterday afternoon at 2:15
at Old Glade Spring by his pastor,
Rev. Wesley Baker.
He leaves a widow and three chill
dSen by a former marriage-Mrs.
Stella Gibson. Bristol; John q. Por-
Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1917-11-27
Benefit Farmers
by Food Control
Sterilization Of Bread reduction
by Government to CiUc Them
~ Per Cent Of The Price.
ny Assoclated rrcgs.l

WASHINGTON. November 2G.-Sta .
hil!zation OF bread production By gov
eTnment supervision extending from
the wheat field to the bakery. with Il
conscGuen; elimination OF boarding and
speculation, makes it possible for the
farmer to receive 40 per cent OF the
price paid for tire loaf OF bread. the
food administration announced to-day.
1t vas pointed out that last year
the farmers returns represented less
than 30 per cent of the ceiling price
Of bread.
Federal control of production has had
a decidedly stabilizins influence or all
branches Of the industry, with tho
result. according to food experts that
a marked decrease In bread prices has
been effected recently in many cities.
Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1917-11-27
DEATHS IN VIRGINIA
SnmueI II. Cottrell.

Funeral services for Samuel II. Cot
treil will take place at noon to-day
from the home, 1000 Park Avenue.
Burial will be In Hollywood. The pail
bearers Will be John L. Seaton. Al
fred II. Mcdowell. ii. r. Pollard. Jr.. r.
Pcyton Giles. James Caskie. II. Seldom
Taylor. John c. White and Andrew
q. Briggs. Rev. w. r. Thompson, d.
D., pastor Of Park Place Methodist
Church. will conduct the funeral SER
vices. Surviving Mr.. Cottrcll are his
wife and seven children: Mrs. ". j.
West. Miss Leila Cottrell. r. Stuart
Cottrell Emmett d. Cottrell Walker &.
Cottrell all OF Richmond. and Mrs. Jo-
seph d. Collins. of Portsmouth. and
Mrs White. wife Of Captain Harry F.
White. OF the United States Public
Health Service, at present stationed at
Montgomery.