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Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1918-02-28
ELECTION On
GOOD ROADS
On March Il, 1918, A Election viii
Be Held For Instruction.
Bridges And Roads.

Crittenden County Fiscal Court
Special Term. February Is. 1918,
Present ard tresicirg X, /
Moore, Judge, with County At
torney, JLo. A. Moore, ant
magistrates, viz: j. NJ. McCas-
In, FINS A. HiiIyard, L. f.
WaddeII, Cbas. L. BrazeI, w.
II. Graves, Chester E, Truitt
and W. d. brennan.
On motion of Esq. Brazel,
second by Esq. Hlllyard, it is
ordered that an election be held
on the 9th, day of March, 1918
for the purpose of submitting to
the voters OF Critten1en County.
Kentucky, the following ques-
ton: Are you for property
tax of fifteen cents on each one
hundred ($l00.00) dollars worth
of property in Crittenden County
Kentucky. to be levied each
year, for four years, for the pur-
pose Of improving or construct
ing, either or both, the road
and bridges of Crittenden Coun-
| ty, Kentucky. And it is furth-
er ordered and directed by the
Court that said election be held
at all of the voting precincts in
Crlttenden County, Kentucky,
on Wednesday, March 27. 1918.
! by the regular election officers in
and for Crittenden County, Ken
| tucky, for the purpose of testing
| the sense of the voters of Crit
tenden County upon the above
| the question.
4 Copy Attest:
l.. Z. Guess, Clerk.
2.2S.it.
Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1918-02-28
Pearl Sigler's Mother Passes
Away AT Shady Grove.

Mrs. Margaret Sigler, a highly
esteemed old lady of Caldwell
county, died suddenly near
shady Grove, Tuesday evening
Feb. 10Th. The deceased was
the widow of f. U. Sigler, who
has been dead thirty years. She
was about eighty.hve years old
and is survived by four sons ard
two daughters. They are Dave,
James, Pearl and Utley Sigler,
Mrs. James Hopkins, Of Shady
Grove, and Mrs. Margaret Hugh
es of Providence. The remains
were buried at Shady Grove
Thursday. Pearl Sigler a son
lives here. He and his family
attended the funeral and burial.
An obituary is published else
where in this issue.
Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1918-02-28
NOTICE.

There is practically nothing
that has not advanced in price
except newspapers. They have
advanced in price also in many
places. We are not going to
advance the price at present.
All we ask is that you pay your
bill promptly, The profit is
small and it is kept tied up in
bills if they are not paid prompt
ly. Beginning with March we
will be compelled to stop paper
il bill is not paid by the tenth OF
each month. OF course if the
bill is not presented, we will con
siIer it our fault and not stoI
the paper.
Marion News Agency,
Tower +. Belt, Mgr.
Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1918-02-28
ANOTHER DEATH
At CLAY, KY.
Paducah Boy Murdered In Cold
Blood And No Positive Clew
Has Beer Found.

Frank c. Beadles, a Paducah
boy, was shot and killed at Clay,
KY. Sunday night. according 70
a message received BY his moth
er, Mrs. N G. Beadie3 o. 1929
Madison street. The details
were not given, but acc cIrdng to
report received here this morn
ing by the West Kentucky Coal
company, several men have been
arrested. The body will be
brought to Paducah at 6:l0
O'Clock this evening and will be
taken to the residence Of his
mother.
BeadIes was employed as a
butcher in the commissary Of
the coal company there, entering
the company's employ about two
months ago.
Mr., Beadles was % years old.
He was for several years a
grocery clerk and left Paducah
about a year ago.
He is survived By his mother,
and two sisters, Mrs. X. II.
Boyer, Of Henderson, and Mrs.
l.. \. Anderson of Clay; and
three brothers, Conductor Pete
Brailes and James Bead!es Of
Paducah; aud Brrney c. Beadles
Of Shreveport, La.
The remains will probably be
taken to Wingo, Ky.
Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1918-02-28
PRIVATE PARKER
IS OVERLOOKED
Sends Message OF Cheer To His
Friends At Home through
Courier.Journal.

When Private Tom Parker left
the oli home down in Crittenden
county to join Uncle Sans khaki
with the Lincoln Division at
Camp Zachary Taylor, he left
behind many friends in line for
the selectiye draft %ho were
curious to know what army life
was like, anyway.
In fact, he has been besieged
with a continual stream OF
letters, until at last the Courier.
Journal is called upon to help
him out of a hole" by carrying
his message Of optimism to all
the boys back home. Parker
likes army life. and wants all tc
know it. and hopes soon to vel
come some of his friends from
crit,enden as comrades at the
big training camp here.
The letter follows:
Company G. 336th.. Infantry
To Ny Friends in Old Critten'
den: | sure am enjoying the
training we are getting in the
camp here. We have officers
who know all about the game,
and who are always busy getting
US in lighting trim for the Kaiser
and his bunch. A number Of the
/ Crittenden county boys here wert
I tran sferred to another camp last
week. and now there are only
seven Of US left behind
Boys, do not feel discouraged
over coming here, for you vii
find things a plenty that you vii
enjoy. There are Y. NJ. c. A
buildings righ: here in camp
/ with good books to read, all kinds
.uf good music aud games t,
make the rest periods enjoyable
We also enjoy the religious ser
vices, have plenty of visitor
and receive a warm welcome
from the people of Louisville
always being invited to luncI
when We go to church in III
city.
Most all the boys | am wit
are from jefferson and Russo
counties. and they are a bunc
of jolly good fellows, too.
We also have a few Callowa
county boys-but we all are one
Our Captains name is Ere
Adams of Louisville. All ou
officers are good ones that W
are proud to salute.
Private Tom Parker
Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1918-02-28
MADE To KISS
THE FLAG
lrate Miners Drive Manager And
Two Sons To Public Square In
Springfield

Springfield. ILL.,, Feb. 1S-Two
hundred miners quit work at the
mine of the Citizens Coal Com
pany here Monday and drove
the mine manager, Henry Mart.
ini, and his two sons before them
to the public square and compell-
ed them to kiss the flag and
swear allegiance to the United
States.
The mine was shut down to.
day, the miners declaring they
will not retnrn to work until
Martini is discharged.
Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1918-02-28
World War In Prophecy
When And How Will It End?
Subject of Lecture by Rev. C. +. Wimberly
D., of Louisville, Kentucky, on
Last Thursday Night.

DR.. c. F. Wimb9rly who had
Just closed a most successful
revival at Tolu, was here Thurs
day enrGute to Hardinsburg
where he is now engaged in
another revival. While here
some of his Marion and Tolu
admirers urged him to deliver
his famous lecture on the
:World War In Prophecy" which
he consented to do. The plan
had been to have it in the Main
Auditorium of the New Method
ist Church but on account of the
heating plant being out of order
the audience was transferred to
the banquet hall in the base
ment. 1t was soon apparent
that the crowd assembling would
over flow the place and the
managers quickly decided to
move to the High School Audi
torium near by.
DR.. WimberIy's lecture was a
wonderful portrayal of the World
War, its cruelties and its atroci-
ties, and he brought to our peo-
pie a message full of pathos and
showed to US in unmistakable
terms the stupendous task now
on our shoulders to see that
liberty does not perish from the
face of the earth and thus cause
civilization, to be rolled back
ward, twenty centuries to where
! it stood before the dawn of the
| Christian Era. "
The speaker took his text from
the prophecy Of Daniel, 2nd.,
Chapter 3lst., to 45th., verses,
and compared the head of gold
the breast and arms of silver,
the hips and thighs of brass and
the legs of iron TO the a great
governments of the world end
ing with the Roman Empire. The
feet of clay was likened unto the
present day governments in
Europe. all of which he predicts
will pass from the earth. He
m ade no reference as to what he
thought would become of the
United States, the land of the
free and the home of the brave"
but many of mis- audience could
see in her, the stone cleft out OF
the mountain without the hand
! of man, which is to crush the
, foundations of the kingdoms of
tyranny and roll the wave of
liberty around the world, and
give to the benighted and igno-
rent serfs of the old world the
freedom of America.
DR.. Wimberly has been chosen
as a speaker at the annual pro-
phetical Conference which as
! sembles in Toronto, Canada ir
! March and he will attend.
Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1918-02-28
Trains Change Time On
Illinois Central Rail Road

No. 332 north bound comes
now at 1851, instead of S:O7, as
heretofore.
No. 32l, south bound, comes
now at 10 a. M, instead of 9.2O
as here ofore
No. 302 north bound. comes
now at 3:20 p. m, instead of 1903
.. M, as heretofore.
No. 30l south bound same as
before $3.50 p. M, no change.
Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1918-02-28
Special Notice.

As the Heatless Mondays
order has been rescinded and we
10 not believe IT'S resumption is
contemplated by the Govern.
ment we will now return to
Monday for Court days, County
Court 2nd., Monday. Quarterly
Court 4th., Monday.
R. l.. Moore, Judge,
Crittenden County.
Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1918-02-28
For Sale

have a few full blooded cock.
erels of S. c. Rhode Island Reds
from $l,OD to S2.O each, also S.
c. White Leghorns from rs cts.
to sl.0O, il taken at once.
Mrs. Ehie Guess,
route No. |, Marion, Ky.
Phone 52.4 rings.
Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1918-02-28

Mr.. and Mrs E. H. Bigham.
accompanied by DR.. o. c. Cook.
went to Evansville Sunday where
Mrs Bigham underwent an
operation at the Walker Santa
rum. DR.. Cook returned
Monday, and Mr.. Bigham We'd
nesday, and each reported the
patients condition az improving.
and her chances to be up soon
good. Her friends hope she will
be able to return home next week
sound and well,
At the home of Mr.. and Mrs.
M. o. Eskew on Feb. 18th. An
eight pound boy was born to Mrs
Crawford Patmor christened,
James Morrill,, Mother and baby
are doing fine. Mrs. Patmor asw
Miss Myrtle Morrill,, of this city,
daughter of Mrs. Oscar Eskew.
Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1918-02-28

Rev. O. D. Spence, will preach
at the Cumberland Presby terian
church here Wednesday night. -
Providence Enterprise.
Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1918-02-28

Mrs Bertha Payne, and little
daughter, and Miss Florra Moore
of Repton, were here shopping
Friday.
Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1918-02-28
Eggs For HaIehing.

Barred Rocks.
$. c. K. /. Reds.
5, c. White Leghorns, Sl00.
sl.25 and Sl.jO.
Maple Cottage Poultry Farm.
Mrs. j. b, CARTER,
22Sjtp Marion, Ky.
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awhat now7" asked rsmafl, p.<Htnr

awhat now7" asked Tsmafl, picking up the leather bag that he regarded as his own particular charge.
 "Forwardr' said King. Come along F
 He began to set a fairly fast pace. Ismail leading the spare horse and the others towing the mules along. Except for King, who was modern and out of the picture, they looked like Old Testament patriarchs. hur. rying out of Egypt, as depicted in the Illustrated Bibles of generation ago. all leaning forward--each man carry Ing stafr-and none looking to the right or left.
 "Forward?' growled IsmaiI. with this man it is ever forwardi' 10 there neither rest nor fear? Has she bewitched him? Hail Ye lazy onesi Hol Sons of slothI Urge the mules fasterl Beat the led horsel"
 So in weird, wan moonlight, King led them forward, straight up the narrowing gorge. between cliffs that seemed to fray the very bosom of the sky. He smoked a cigar and stared at the view, as if he were off to the mountains for months sport with dependable skikarris whom he knew. Nobody could have looked at him and guessed he was not enjoying himself.
 That man." mumbled Ismail be- hind him, Ifs not as other sahibs I have known. He is man, this onei He will do unexpected thingsl"
 Forward I" King called to them. thinking they were grumbling. ''Tors ward, men of the sHillsr"
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CHAPTER VII.

T think I envy youl" said Courte- nay.
 They were seated In Courtenay's tent, face to face across the low table, with guttering lights between and Is- mail outside the tentFhanding plates and things to Courtenay's servant in- side.
 You're about the first who has ad- mitted it," said King.
 Not far from them a herd of pack camels grunted and bubbled after the evening meal. The evening breeze brought the smoke of dung fires down to them, and an Afghan-one of the little crowd of traders who had come down with the camels three hours ago sang wailing song about his lady love. Overhead the sky was like black velvet, pierced with silver holes.
 "You see, you can't call our end of this business war-it's sport" said Courtenay. 1.-TWO battalions of Khy- Der rifles, hired to hold the pass against their own relations. Against LiiClA NOuplC O1 Cu LuOuSduu tribesmen, very hungry for loot, armed with up-to-date rifles, thanks to Russia yesterday and Germany today, and all perfectly we'll aware that world war is in progress. That's sport, you know not the image and likeness of war that Jorrocks called it, but the real red root. And you've got mystery thrown in to give it piquancy. I haven't found out yet how Yasmini got up the pass without my knowl- edge. I thought it was a trick. Didn't believe she'd gone. Yet all my men swear they know she has gone, and not one of them will own to hay ing seen her go! What d'you think of that?"
 For while, as he ate Courtenay's broiled quail, King did not answer. But the merry smile had left his eyes and he seemed for once to be letting his mind dwell on conditions as they concerned himself.
 "How many men have you at the fort?" he asked at last.
 1.-TWO hundred-all natives"
 Like 'em?"
 "What's the use of talking?" an- swered Courtenay. You know what it means when men of an alien race stand up to you and grin when they salute. They're my own.'
 King nodded. Die with you, eh P"
 "To the last man." said CourtSnay quietly with that conviction that can only be arrived at in one way, and that not the easiest.
 "Td die alone," said King. "It'n be
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CHAPTER VIII.

After time King urged his horse to jog-trot, and they trotted forward until the bed of the Khyber began to grow very narrow, and Ali Masjid fort could not be much more than a milo away, at the widest guess. Then King drew rein and dismounted, for he would have been challenged had he ridden much farther. A challenge in the Khyber after dark consists inva- riably of volley at short range, with the mere words afterward, and the wise man takes precautions.
 "Off with the mules packs 1" he or- dered, and the men stood round and stared. Darya Khan, leaning on the only rife in the party, grinned like q post-ofice letter box.
 Truly" growled Ismail, forgetting past expressions of different opinion, "this man Is as mad as all the otRer Engllshmen."
 Were you ever bitten by oneT" won dered King aloud.
 "God forbidl"
 "Then off with the packs--and hurryl''
 Ismail began to obey.
 "Thoul Lord of the Riversi EFoR that is what Darya Khan means.) What is thy calling7" "Badragga" (guide), he answered. Did she not send me back down Che pass to be a guide? If she says l am badragga, shall any say she lies7'' T say thou art unpacker of muleS' burdensp answered King. "Begini" For answer the fellow grinned from ear to ear and thrust the rife baErel forward insolently. King, with the movement of determination that man makes when about to force conclu sions, drew up his sleeves above tho wrist. At that instant the moon shQne through the mist and the gold brac6Iet glittered in the moonlight.
 May God be with theel' said sLor6 of the Rivers" at once. And withQut another word he laid down his rifll and went to help off-load the mules.
 King stepped aside and cursed sofb ly. But for vein of wisdom that un derlay his pride he would have pocfc
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cheroots, and with hands clasped be- hind him strolled over to the fort to interview Courtenay, the officer com manding.
 It so happened that Courtenay had gone up the pass that morning with his shotgun after quail. He came back into view, followed by his little ten man escort just as King neared the rort, and King timed his approach so as to meet him. The men of the escort were heavily burdened; he could see that from distance.
 ssHelloI" he said by the fort gate. cheerily, after he had saluted and the salute had been returned.
 "Oh, hello, Kingl Glad to see you. Heard you were coming, of course. Anything can do?"
 Tell me anything you know" said King, offering him a cheroot, which the other accepted. AS he bit off the end they stood facing each other, so that King could see the oncoming escort and what 1t carried. Courtenay read his eyes.
 1.-Two of my men p he said. Found lem up the pass. Gazi work, I think. They were cut all to pieces. There's a big lashkar gathering somewhere in the Hills and 1t might have been done by their skirmishers, but don't think so"
 "Who's supposed to be leading itT'
 Cant find out" said Courtenay. Then he stepped aside to give orders to the escort. They carried the dead bodies into the fort.
 "Know anything of Yasmini?" King asked when the major stood In front of him again.
 "By reputation, of course, yes. Fa- nous person-sings like a bulbul-- dances like the devil--lives in Delhi mean herr"
 King nodded. "When did she start up the pass?" he asked.
 "She didn't start! know who goes up and who comes down."
 "Know anything of Rewa Gunga~ King asked him.
 "Not much. Tried to buy his mare. Seen the animal? Gadi I'd give a years pay for that beast He wouldn't sell and I don't blame him."
 "He told me just now," said King, that Yasmini went up the pass unes-
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He drew out his wonderful cie-rette case and offered 1t open to Ceurtenay, who hesitated, and then helped him. self. King refused.
 "Major Courtenay has just told me-" said King, 'that nobody resembling Yasmini has gone up the pass recently. Gan you explain?"
 Do you mean, can I explain why the major failed to see her? 'Pon my soul, King sahib, d'you want me to insult the man? Yasmini is too jolly clever for me, or for any other man ever met; and the majors man, isn't he? He may pack the Khyber so full of men that there's only standing room and still she'll go up without his leave if she chooses! There is nobody like Yasmini in all the world 1"
 The Rangar was looking past him, facing the great gorge that lets the north or Asia trickle down into India and back again when weather and the tribes permit. His eyes had become interested in the distance. King won dered why-and looked-and saw. Courtenay saw, too
 "Hail that man and bring him here l' he ordered.
 Ismail, keeping his distance with ears and eyes peeled, heard instantly and hurried off Fifteen minutes later an Afridi stood scowling in front of them with little letter in cleft stick in his hand. He held it out and Cour- fnn0v f0oIy # opd cpifpad
 "Well-Tll be b1essedI A note''- sniff-sniff-"on scented paper!" Sniff sniff! "Carried down the Khyber in a split stick! Take it, King-it's ad- dressed to you"
 King obeyed and sniffed too. It smelt of something far more subtle than musk. He recognized the same strange scent that had been waited from behind Yasmini's silken hangings in her room in Delhi. AS he unfolded the note-it was not sealed-he found time for swift glance at Rewa Gun gas face. The Rangar seemed inter- ested and amused. The note. in Eng fish ran:
 Dear Captain King: Kindly be quick to follow me, because there is much talk of iashkar getting ready for raid. I shall wait for you in KhinJan, whither my messenger shall show the way. Please let him keep his rifle. Trust him, and Rewa Gunga and my thirty whom you brought with you. The mes senger's name is Darya Kahn. Your serv- ant. Yasmini."
 He passed the note to Courtenay, who read it and passed it back.
 "I'll find out" the major muttered, ''how she got up the pass without my knowing 1t. Somebody's tail shall be twisted for this P
 But he did not find out until King told him, and that was many days later, when a terrible cloud no longer threatened India from the north.
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lonely in the .Hllls., eot any more

lonely in the Hills Got any more QuailY'
 And that was all he ever did say on that subject. then or at any other time.
 What shall you do first after you get up the pass? Gall on your brother at Ali Masjid? He's likely to know a lot by the time you get there."
 Not sure," said King. May and may not. I'd like to see him. Haven't seen the old chap in a donkeys age. How is he?"
 Well two days ago." said Courte- nay.
 Here's wishing you luck" said King. Its time to go, sir"
 He rose, and Courtenay walked with him to where his party waited in the dark, chilled by the cold wind whis- ting down the Khyber. Rewa Gunga sat, mounted, at their head, and close to him his personal servant rode an other horse. Behind them were the mules, and then in a cluster, each with load of some sort on his head, were the thirty prisoners, and Ismail took charge of them officiously. Darya Khan, the man who had brought the letter down the pass, kept close to Ismail.
 King mounted, and Courtenay shook hands; then he went to Rewa Gunga's side and shook hands with him, too.
 T and the little procession started.
 "Oh, men of the Hills ye look like ghosts = like graveyard ghosts P jeered Courtenay, as they all filed past him. "Ye look like dead men, going to be judgedp
 Nobody answered. They strode behind the horses, with the swift, si- lent strides of men who are going home to the ''Hills;" but even they,