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Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-07-08
Wisconsin Man to Face ....-.
Charde tN Wife'S Murderer

DR.. David Roberts, the Waukesha,
Wis, veterinarian. must stand trial
on. statutory charge involving
Grace Luslz, now in state prison at
Waupun, Wisconsin, for the murder
of Mrs. Roberts. The supreme court
reversed the county circuit court,
ruling that the statue of limitations
prevented prosecution for an act al
legged to have been committed over a
wear before the complaint was filed.
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-07-08
They Want to Do .
A Thnrnunh lob

Aimed at the men who plan to
Fly to Cuba or elsewhere to get
his "hops" is petition offered
in the house by Representative
Thompson, of Ohio.
The petition was drawn up by
;he pillars of the Methodist
Episcopal church of Bryan, o.
They ask that Legislation be en-
acted which viii extend Fprohibi-
ton to American residents in
any country with which this ma
ions has a treaty. 4 =,
Wherever the Yank sets foot in
,earch of a drink he would con-
front the stern face of prohibit
zion peering through the treaty.
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-07-08

river while out in a motor boat. The
bird is a European pelican and evirs
IDENTIFY had been injured. as it was
ing the bird. 1t measured eight feet
six inches from tip to tip and has
A beak eighteen inches long.
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-07-08
Vita-Tone CO., Dept. 10
- milwaukee, wis.

SEMI mo vITA-ToNE, at once. I viii
use it. If I find it benefits ne, / will pay
you $780, If it does not, 1 do not owe
you one cent
Name .........,.......... ......:...
ADDRESS '''.''' ..''..'':''.''' 49,. 49,
City and State ..........,..,.......;.. .r..,
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-07-08
silk Hats Return
So $50 To Favor in OndOn

Old habits are hard to break. Lon
don is going back to silk hats. Pre-.
dictions that the comforts of caps;
and soft collars. experienced in uni
form would win men forever from
the stiff collar and topper reckoned
without the power of habit.
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-07-08
Transports at Sea Hear y
President Wilson Speak

The first use of the wireless
telephone for transmitting
presidential message occurred last
week on board the steamship
George shington. when Pres
ident Wilson addressed the SOL
diers and sailors on board on
the Fourth of July.
A transmitter was placed along
side the president SO that as he
spoke, his address might be heard
aboard all transports within a
radius of 800 miles
The day was celebrated aboard
ship with soldier games and army
and navy contests.
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-07-08

VITA-ToNE COMPANY. Milwaukee, Wis.
Gentlemen When l first ordered Vita
Tone l was suffering from extreme merry
BUSINESS and in a general rundown condi-
tion. l had almost continuous heaGa ches,
frequent attacks of indigestion and spells
of heart palpitation but i am glad to tell
you that Vita-Tane has completely over
come all of these disagreeable ailments.
| cannot thank you enough for what
yita-Tone has done. for me. 1 have recon-
mended it TO a number of friends and they
are all highly pleased with your wonder
full remedy. 1 am now enjoying the very
best of health but should l ever get to
feeling badly again you may be sure 1 will
order more Vita-Tone at once.
Kindly use this testimonial in any way
you like as l am only too glad to have
others know what Vita Tone has done for
me. Yours very truly, g..
MARY BAUMAN,
$50 Fourth 81. Milwaukee, Wis.
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-07-08
n a mr. g. LOST 4.e5l,

~, =. A. M. G. LOST 4,e5l. 49,.
. LONDON-The heavy casualties
suffered BY the Royal Army Medical
corps during the war are revealed
in an appeal for a memorial fund ir
their honor. Five hundred sixty
officers and 4,091 men were killed,
the report shows, .F"- 80 III.
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-07-08

For run Down n M Mom aea

find words 70. express my gratitude for
Vitu-Tone and will always be glad TO rec
ommend it no any one. ,...s
X0Its very truly, "
FRANCES WROBLEWSKI. q
SIC Tenth Ave- Milwaukee, Wis.
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-07-08

fGentlemen:-After suffering from indiges-
tion and chronic stomach trouble for
number of years until they finally com
pietely undermined my health, a friend
told me Of Vita Tone. -%- - o. -s-~'
/ had tried many other remedies without
securing any permanent benefit ana. was 50
discouraged that I had decided nothing
could do me any good At my friends
earnest persuasion 1 finally decided to give
Vita-Tone a trial. l sent you an order for
a dollar box and was so well pleased with
results that l kept on using it until / was
completely cured. ~!
The condition of my stomach improved
steadily and am now able to eat any
thing l want TO. I have gained in weight
and feel many years younger, / cannot.
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-07-08

NJ OConnor looking her future husband in
marry E. l. hard find
safely
awarded the Military
she'll
i'm couldn't. :.
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-07-08

Lord Burnham is the latest to
be considered for British ambas-
sador to the United States. He is
proprietor of the London Daily
Telegraph, and has served in par
lament and as colonel in the
army.
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-07-08

JAMES D. - WEAVER, of
Dawson, Terrell county, vice
president of the Georgia Farm
ers' union and prominent
south Georgia farmer and bust
ness man, who may enter the
race for governor.
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-07-08
Iowa Farmer Captures
Live Pelican on River

Ed Ch1!Fllan. farmer, living ten
miles east of Knoxville. Ia, captur-
ed a live pelican on the Des Moines
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-27
And So They Were Married

Her eyesight had been failing for a long time. At first the trouble seemed trivial and easily remedied. It was not, however. Angelica had gone from one oculfst to another without receiv- ing any specific benefit until her ready money was nearly gone and her heart sick with apprehension. She was in that state when she was either ready to catch at any straw or fall into ab- solute despair.
 When an hour later the telephone bell rang she went to answer it, feel ing as if fate waited on the sound of Mrs. Stevens heavy voice.
 His namc is Oswald-Dr. Oswald. I'll read the address to you"
 Angelica jotted 1t down. Ten min utes later she was hurrying to the post office with a letter. She had written to ask the great eye specialist to see her.
 A week from that day Angelica was on the train going to New York. The sun was shining gayly and she had put on her brown spectacles to protect her eyes. Over and over In her thoughts she prayed that Dr. Oswald might help her. If be could not help her she hoped that she had strength enough to bear it. She was trying very hard
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yotion to her brush was a pair of fail ing eyes.
 Aries was quickly left behind and Angelica resumed her brown spec tacles. Her appointment was for the following morning, and when the cab left her at the respectable, cheap boarding house, which Westmore peo- pie largely patronized, she had noth- ing to do but seek her room and such rest as was possible. All night she scarcely slept. The sight of the old house on the hill at Aries had set a flock of memories in motion. She arose next morning wan and misefable and prepared for the worst.
 At 10 o'clock she sat in Dr. Oswald's waiting room, which was already crowded with patients. Her heart was beating wickedly. She was i'll with uneasiness, sleeplessness and sus- pense. Then at last door opened and an attendant spoke her name.
 She rose and entered the consulting g room. The doctor came forward. He was a heavily built man, with keen eyes and snow-white hair. Yet his face was fairly youthful. Something about him seemed strangely familiar to Angelica. Miss Pager" he said. Please remove the glasses"
 As Angelica drew off the disfguring
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-27
Maggie, The ConquerOr"

ing the henhouse, and, considering him safe for time, she returned to her dish washing.
 It was Wednesday, the day on which Augustus always took his eggs to the store. Maggie thought wistfully of the ten dozen eggs which she had washed and packed daintaily for the market Augustus would not put the money to his account in the bank. And she wanted a lavender gingham dress. Au- gustus always bought her dresses as he felt she needed them, black for best and blue and white for every day. Maggie had grown to hate blue and white. She had worn it most of her days for thirty years, and it was to her a badge of submission if not of actual sery itude. It seemed to her that a good deal of happiness depend ed for her upon this lavender ging- ham.
 The thoughts of the lavender ging- ham distracted her to such an extent that she actually forgot Augustus in the henhouse. Remembering him sud denly she ran to the window and peer ed out. There he lay crumpled up on
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-27
By Enos Emory

brown spectacles, he gave her one piercing look. Then he held out his hand.
 Angelica Page from WestmOre!" he said. Don't you know me? I am Amos Oswald Jones'"
 While outside a goomful Of impatient people waited he took time to tell her about himself; how, in order to huTor his fashionable patients, he had left off the Jones and allowed himself to be known merely as pr. Oswald, how in his college days he had been strick- en with eye tTuble and so had had his attention called to the profession, how he had discovered his knack for it, and how successful he had been. He had not married because there was not time at first, he said; now he supposed he was confirmed old bachelor. Then he asked what Angelica had done with her life, and incidentally led up to the subject of her eyes. And Angelica, losing her nervousness, told him all her woes-how she had lost faith in all help and had resigned herself to the worst.
 "The worst, eh7" he said, smiling. well, we shall soon see"
 Then, he made Angelica look into one side of a dark box for about a
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-27

to be brave, but her heart was full of grave concern. This great doctor, who only saw in her a patient, would not hide the truth from her. If she were going blind, he would tell her so frankly. There would be no reason for him to eQuivocate.
 Angelica sat up suddenly and jerked off her glasses. Across many roofs she caught a glimpse of an old white house on a hill. She drew a deep breath. The house appeared to be empty and yet time was when it had glowed and pulsated with happy home life. Many a good time Angelica had had under it's roof visiting Winny Jones. Winny was dead now and her brother had been away so long people had forgotten him. All save Angelica. She could never forget Amos Jones. The one bright dream, the romance of her whole life, centered about him. Circumstances had separated them. Angelica had gone to an art school and he to college. The home on the hill at Aries had been broken up and he and Angelica had never come in each oth- CTS way again. But she had scluns to that brief, young idyl, and when her girl friends married she had turned to her painting and let it absorb her. The main result of those long years of de
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-27

the ice in perfect omelette of eggs. Maggie gave one cry and ran to him fearlessly over the glassy ice.
 Are you hurt7" she gasped.
 He glared up at her. "Oh, no, I ai1't hurt" he replied sarcastically. Then he groaned loud enough to be heard across the street. Help me up, you durnel old woman, youl" he growled.
 Maggie tugged and boosted and got him upon his feet. He groaned wildly. "Oh, Augustus" she said, panic stricken. You are hurt badly"
 "Pm just about killed" Augustus vouchsafed. Help me in and get the doctor" Then she knew that his case was serious, indeed.
 The doctor came and looked Angus tus over, but a broken great toe was the only thing he could find wrong anywhere. And he laughed at that. having an over-educated sense of hu- nor. You'll have to stay in a spell, my boy" he said joculsrly. You've got bad looking toe there. Just make yourself comfortable by the fire and let your wife attend to business for you. She looks like a capable wo-
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-27

minute while he looked into the other side. Before even he spoke she knew from his smile that there was nothing seriously wrong with her eyes.
 Angelica went home with high hopes. A tiny operation at the corner of each eye had corrected her eye trouble forever. She had only to wear glasses when she read or painted. And pr. Oswald's charges had been in- 6nitesimal compared with that of the other oculists she had consulted. How wonderful he was! He had treated her like a friend. Angelica was con- tent with that. The slim, blond Amos of her seventeenth year had gone for ever, and she had too much sense to be foolish about the magnificent pr. Oswald.
 So it was all the more surprising to her when one day that summer a great touring car stopped at her door and out stepped Dr. Oswald. He haG come all the way from New York to look about Aries again and to see her.
 She married him, of course. He said that day in his consulting room, when she took off the brown glasses, and he looked into her eyes, he realized that he had loved her all along.
 So, after all, Angelica's weak eyes did her a good turn.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-27
By Elsie Endicott

soup, looked up. The words that he intended to speak froze on Walters lips. The woman was not Muriel, but his wife.
 "GretaI" he gasped.
 In that moment of startled recogni- tion he took in one other thing. There was another place beside hers laid at the table where she was sitting He wondered for whom 1t was intended.
 To his amazemeut his wife did not seem surprised to sec him. She stood Up in her place with shining eyes.
 T. felt" she said, that in spite of all, you would come. So 1 ordered this room by telephone in our name.'
 He was still too bewildered to do anything but stare at her. That was certainly Muriel's voice which had spoken to him over the telephone. Had she and his wife between them played this horrible trick upon him.
 Wont you speak 10 me, Walter, now that yo1- are here?"
 "Er-yes," he stammered, "but it seems so funny, doesn't it, our both be- ing here?"
 "It would, if we hadn't arranged all ways to keep the 1st of July in this way"
 Light broke upon him. He had for gotten what day it was. The first of July-the anniversary that in the old days they had agreed always to com memorate. And in the face of all that had happened, she yet remembered it.!
 ''Of course we did" he answered, stupidly.
 Did you feel, Walter, as I did, that we must make up our quarrel on that day? O, you must have done, or you wouldn't be here now. I prayed that you might come, and this is the an- swer to my prayer, dearest, did you a grievous wrong-the most grievous a woman can do to a man. Tell me that you forgive me! I know you wouldn't have come here tonight if you hadn't been ready to forgive me and take me
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-27

man."
 "She? She ain't no better'n a house plant" exploded Augustus. "1 'spose you'll be coming in again tomorrow"
 "Yes, and for several tomorrows," |" laughed the doctor as he buttoned up his coat and departed.
 Gus" said Maggie tremulously, "I could take those eggs to the store."
 He gave her an awful look. "Thsy'd cheat you in the counting. No, you let 'em be. l ain't going to trust you, Maggie, with most s4 worth of eggs.
 Maggie said no more.
 When the daily paper was delivered at noon Augustus turned at once to the butter and eggs column and gave a growl that nearly scared Maggie in to fits.
 What is it?" she asked.
 Eggs is going down." Augustus flung the paper from him, tried to get up, failed, and sat back wilted. If we keep them eggs till next Wednesday we'll lose dollar on 'em, I'll bet" he sighed
 If you'd let me" Maggie ventured timidly.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-27

"Oh, he certainly cured her. He is very wonderful, she thinks wish could think of his name. I have 1t at home somewhere. I'll tell you, Angel ica, I'll look it up and phone you"
 ''I wish you would" said Angelica, fervently.
 They parted, and Angelica went home to the little gray house with the quaint pillars where she had been born. and seen all the happiness and unhappiness of her forty-three years and now lived aloQe. She entered 9 large low room, in the best light of which stood her easel. Upon the easel was a half finished picture. She stood a moment looking at the picture, then she turned away with quivering lips and, dropping upon the old couch. cov- cred her face with her hands. Its no use," she sobbed, T cant see to paint. And how am I going to live!"
 Much more than mere sustenance depended upon Angelica's being abe to paint. It was her life work and she loved it. Out of all that had come to her that alone remained permanent and satisfying. She was happy when she had her brush in her hand, and she had a steady market for her work. To be able to paint meant for her to be in dependent, stimulated, upheld.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-27

Augustus was grimly silent All the afternoon he remained deep in thought Then he gave up. You get ready and take them eggs to Towner's," he com manded.
 Maggie in fiutter made herself ready for the street. She realized that for the first time in her married life she had an opportunity to show Au- gustus whether or not she had any brains. Somehow she felt not at all afraid of her own ability to dispose of tre eggs. For long time doubt of Augustus judgment had been grow ing in her mind. She suspected that he always did not get the full price for the eggs. Besides, although Towers was the oldest store in the town. she had gathered enough from what she had heard to surmise that 1t was not the best
 As she passed down front street she kept her eyes open. Outside Towner' was a sign: S"Thirty-six cents paid for eggs" She passed by.
 Hawkins sign read thirty-eight cents. Maggie entered there.
 As she came out triumphantly with
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-27

back, but your presence isn't sufficient quite.
 Am l silly? But want to hear the words of forgiveness from your lips. Walter, 1t was all a mistakenly go- ing away as l did. I have longed-ah, you can't know how much-for you, for your arms. Yet if you won't take me back as your wife now, I'm ready to be your slave"
 As she spoke she was creeping, i'm pelled by her sense of longing, round the table towards him.
 His first impulse had been to put out his arms and wave her back But that impulse was caused by indec sion alone, and died almost before it '. as born.
 He was thinking, calculating. with lightning-like rapidity. He had come here tonight feeling that a knot was being tied about him. Was this the unraveling of the knot?
 The voices of wisdom and expcdi- ency said that he should take Creta back and rid his life of the unfortuna.e e complication that had entered it.
 But, after all, there was a higher voice than those. What said the voice of love?
 She was near enough now for him 10 feel her breath upon him. That in stant there came a low, discreet tap at the door. He signaled her with raised finger to stop.
 Come in!" he said, fearfully gazing at the door.
 But it was only the manager of the Misani.
 "I beg your pardon for intruding, Stedman, but a lady in the public
 s for you"
 The pause before Walter spoke was very brief.
 cannot see her tonight. Say that I am dining up here with" and he turned to Greta with the old light in his ey -"mv wife"
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-27
By Annette Ancert

her money she met Mrs. Rockett, who nearly fell down with astonishment at seeing the house plant out on the street so late in the afternoon.
 "Good," cried Mrs. Rocket who was stout and rosy and jolly. She clapped her hand over her mouth. T mean too bad. Isn't it funny how l misspeak myself sometimes? Come right iD to Jordan's and let's have some ice cream-vanilla cream with hot choco- late sauce. Don't you love it?"
 T never ate any" admitted Maggie humbly.
 Over the cream she confded to Mrs. Rocket that she had got two cents Q dozen more for her eggs than Augustus could have got at Towner's.
 Sure" chirped Mrs. Rockett. "Men aren't near as smart as women when it comes to those things. You men tioning Towner's makes me think I've got to go in there. Come with me. my dear"
 Maggie went. MT. Towner came him self to speak to her, glancing at her empty egg basket
 You didn't bring your eggs here,
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-27

He took a taxi to Misani's. As he entered the vestibute he noticed that the clock pointed to five minutes past '. He looked around. There were several people there-mostly ladies' but MurieI Woodward was not among them.
 The manager, whom he knew. pass ed through the hall. Seeing Stedman. he altered his course and came across.
 Good evening. Mir. Stedman! Your rooms number five. Yes, you ordered a private dining-room. didn't your"
 "I-er-had an appointment to dine here, but
 The manager was a man of experi- ence and betrayed no astonishment, if he felt it.
 The room was booked over the tele- phone by a lady. It was certainly done in your name"
 "O-er-then it's all right
 CIt 1t was gery far from being all right. He felt highly incensed with Muriel. This was bad form. How dare she book a private room and in his name, too?
 Had she some deep game on, that she summed publicity in this way? In the gaze of others he was sure of him self, but if she got him alone
 The manager was again at his el- bow.
 Beg pardon, MT Stedman, but the young woman at the office tells me that the lady went up to No. nearly 10 minutes ago. I thought I'd better prevent you waiting needlessly."
 70, thanks! There was some little mi understanding about the time"
 Walter went upstairs. He was very angry with Muriel, and he felt that if his anger only lasted, he was safe The worst of Muriel was that she could not be reused. Oil for troubled waters she always seemed to carry.
 He found No. with the assistance of a waiter, and walked abruptly in. A woman seated at the table, slipping
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-08-27

Mrs. Todd?'
 No" admitted Maggie. took them to Hawkins. He paid me thirty-eight."
 Why, we can't have that" said MT. Towner. By the way, Mrs. Todd. there was a little mistake made the last time your husband brought cggs here-we upderpaid him twenty-one cents. I'll hand you the money, Mrs. Todd"
 Thank you" murmured Maggie. Her eyes were shining. "I want to look at lavender gingham," she said clearly to the clerk.
 Home she marched to Augustus with her chin up and her heart dancing. She felt as if she were emancipated. And she had beautiful dress pattern of lavender gingham under her arm.
 "Well?" grunted Augustus, suspici- ously.
 And then she told him what she had done and what he had done. Augustus said nothing. He said nothing even when she showed the lavender ging- ham. The broken toe and Maggie's tri- umph seemed to have conquered him completely.