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The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1919-03-13
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Mrs. Donald Gavit. 90 Detroit street,
will be hostess Friday evening to the d.
a. NJ. Club.
The civic deparement OF the Ham
mond Woman's Club will meet Friday
evening at eight O'Clock at the home Of
Mrs. j. M. Turner. 303 Truman avenue
Important business will be transacted
a the meeting
Mrs. Fred Aidrich and Mrs. Henry
Ashbaucher will be hostesses to the
Past Chiefs Association Of Hammond
Temple No. 70 Pythian Sisters Tuesday
evening at Mrs. Aldrich's home in Tru-
man avenue.
Mrs. q. w. Prevo will have the mem
bers OF the Oak Leaf Embroidery Club
as her guests Friday afternoon
The March meeting Of the Parent
Teachers Club Of the Riverside school
will be held at two-thirty o'clock Friday
afternoon at the school
.
The members OF the Alpha Phi Club
and their husband. numbering twenty
five I'm all, gathered at the home Of DR.
and Mrs. Robert ellis in Glendale Park
last evening for surprise party in
celebration of the birthday anniver-
saries of DIR. ellis and Mrs. w. ~ Me-
Aleer. They were presented with mum
erous and valuable gifts" The guests
brought refreshments with them and a
supper was served after an evening of
music and games.
=
Thirty members of the Indiana Jew
ish Ladies' Aid Society surprised Mrs.
Max Stiglitz at her home. 500 East Sih-
ley street. yesterday afternoon in honor
OF the twenty-hfth anniversary Of her
The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1919-03-13


Fifteen members OF the Lady Vikings
Sewing Circle were entertained BY Mrs
Fred Cedergreen at her home In May.
wood avenue yesterday afternoon. 1t
was a thimble party and during the
afternoon the hostess served a dainty
collation.. In two weeks Mrs. Ole An
derson Of Pine street will be hostess 10
the club
The Past Matrons and Patrons Club
OF Hammond Chapter No. $40 order or
Eastern Star surprised Mr.. and Mrs
Erick Lund at their home in Mason
street last evening. A two course lunch
con was served and delightful social
time was passed. The guests were Mr..
and Mrs. George Jaqua. Mr.. and Mrs. w
J. Winery. Mr.. and Mrs. J. @. Thomp-
son. MIR. and Mrs. j. NJ. Keller. Mr.. and
Mrs. John Lorentz Mr.. and Mrs. George
Clemens. Mr.. and Mrs. Joseph Kasper.
Mr. and Mrs. G. y. Jewett Mrs. Mary
Malo and Mrs. Elizabeth Lash.
Among yesterdays luncheon hostesses
was Mrs. ". II. Parker OF May street
who had as her guests the members al
the Harmony Club Following the
luncheon the guests devoted the after
noon TO their needle work and spent
delightful time socially. The club viii
Thursday at the home OF Mrs ~. j.
AustEen in State Line street
The marriage OF Miss Freda Marie
Hawver of Fort Wayne. Ind. 10 Harry
Russell Jellison. was solemnized by the
Rev. J. G. Parrett at the Presbyterian
parsonage this afternoon. They Will he |
at home at Sc Ogden street, Hammond.
Mr.. Jellison is in tho accounting depart |
rnent Of the r. c. Minas store.
The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1919-03-13

An entertainment will be given a
the irving school auditorium Frida!
evening by the members Of the NORTH
Side w. 6. T. Z. The program will con
sist of selections by the Girl Scouts or
chestra. vocal numbers. readings an,
will conclude with a little coined,
sketch.
The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1919-03-13

marriage. They presented her with a
sterling silver cream and sugar set
Cards and music were the entertain
ment for the afternoon and at the close
prettily appointed two course lunch
con was served. Four silver prizes were
given in cards. The society is composed
Of members from whiting. East Chi
cago and Indiana Harbor and Mrs
Stiglitz is the financial secretary.
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master Jonathan Carney, had reared their modest rooftree beside the clear waters of Spider river.
 Mrs. Appletree helped" the family she lived with. Thirty-six dollars per quarter means pretty nice 'helpings" under some circumstances. In th1s case it meant that the particular fam fly with whom she sojourned had bis cult once day instead of an undeviat- ing fare of cornbread. It meant the temporary punishment of wild onions from the bill of fare, it meant more fat in the gravy and more gravy on the potatoes.
 While the widow tried to divide her stays evenly into three-month periods, she was bound by no tronclad rules. She wasn't proof against any special reason which might develop for pro- longing a sojourn. She might have her oiloloth-covered box in the buggy ready to drive away from Hennry's when the opportune discovery of 8 "bee-tree" would cause her to change her mind The killing of a deer by Jonathan Carney the day before she was due to make hegira Hennery- wards worked a like result.
 Such little ruses were common enough, but when Mary Jane contriVed to break a 'slimb" one summer under suspicious circumstances, when the limbs" put in three full months knit ting" three months during which Hen nery's home knew not his mother, he felt that he had been unjustly dealt with.
 "She done it a-purpose, I know she busted it a-purpose," he told his wife.
 After such chicanery he felt that any means, however questionable, that he might use in turn, would be pernis- sible. Even to the playing-up of re- ligion, as 1t developed.
 Hennery was OF his way home from Harrisville, where he had been mar
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"She wouldn't have missed that winds up for nothin'."
 Must have" admitted the wife. each time.
 At last the house was in sight. He threw the lines to one side and dashed through the door. The house was de- serted. The fire in the fireplace had gone out.
 He looked for the little oilcloth cov- cred box in which his mother carried her things It was gone. lie looked for the parsons pasteboard suitcase. Gone!
 Then his wife called his attention to a piece of paper pinned above the ire place. He spread it against the wall to decipher Methodist Steward as he was, he swore.
 For the note read:
 Dear Hennery:-when this you see jeremia an I will hev gon on ouer hunniemoon. we wuZ merried just out side the sculhouse this mornin' by the rev mister sinsabau whil the fokes in- side was singh the openin hym. we will spend a month with jeremia's sis ter in spring an then we will set up for ouer selvs at his old bachelor quarters.
 q kinder hate to give up the pen shun but then as jeremia sez the lord will provide.
 you may think it odd for us to run away thissaway but like yung foaks we felt kind uv bashfull about facin you-alI so student like.
 ''youer new pap sends luv to you an mary jane. cum up an see us soon as we git settled. MA"
 "Gosh!" Hennery said. "If that wouldn't bang Bannagher!" And then. man-like, he passed the blame on to a woman. "'If she hadn't 8 broke her leg a-purpose. it wouldn't have hap pened!"
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with the devil. Already he snifed the smoke of battle from afar.
 He gathered his things hurriedly into a pasteboard suitcase and crawled into the seat with Hennery. Next morning Mother Appletree announced that she would stay another month, or 'as long as the meettn' lasts"
 The regularity of the widows az tendance at the meetings put to shame her fellow-sectartans
 Sometimes there was a mere hand full of attendants to the exhortatious of the revivalist, and that handful those faithful ones who needed the exhorta- tiOns to flee from the wrath to come the least. Sometimes the room was packed to suffocation with sain and worldling alike, and the enthusiasm sizzled round the boilingpoint, but all ways the little pensioner with her coarse wisps of gray hair straying from under her black poke-bonnet was in the front pew.
 She led the singing, and no matter how loud the boys in the back row might below forth the verses of ''Theren Be No Dark Valley" or Some Have Neighbors Over Yonder,'' D you could disting guish her thin but not unpleasant voice in the strain.
 The schoo1house was a half-mile from Hennery's if you went by "the path" If you went by "the road" it was farther. When the attendance from the App1etree family was confn- ed to the minister and the widow, the path was used They were near the same age. They walked together.
 "I don't know how we could get along without your mother" the Rev erend" would say unctuously at the breakfast-table
 "I'm a gettin' a great blessin', Broth CT Slattery," she would reply, and Hennery, wise as serpents," forbore to contradict her, although he was
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keting some crossties. His mother was to leave for Mary Jane's on the morrow. How should he contriYe to keep her?
 He revolved the theory over and over in his mind. How should he con- trive to keep her?
 He came in sight of the cIapboard- covered shanty where the Reverend Jeremiah Slattery, itinerant evangelist, rested when he was not ''laboring in the vineyard"
 A thin column of smoke struggled from the stick chimney, proclaiming that the Reverend" was at home, pos sibly open for engagement.
 Hennery was a Methodist, a Meth odist steward" He took but little stock in the particular dogmas of Stat tery's band. Indeed, there are but five thousand people in the whole United States who do take stock in them. Here was the rub! Hennery's mother was one of the five thousand.
 In a moment of ecstasy she had sue cuujbed to the arguments of brother elder of Slattery's years previous. She had been adamantine against the argu- ments of Hennery, and had chung to her peculiar Faith. Why not profit by her obstinacy?
 He stepped quickly from his wagon at Jeremiah's gate and invited the evangelist to hold meetin 3 at the Lone Elm schooLhouse, of which school district Hennery was director He went further. He invited the evan gelist to make Hennery-s home his headquarters during the meeting.
 I'm Methodist" said Hennery but I'm glad to see the gram gar nered in any field"
 The Reverend" thanked his visitor He accepted with alacrity. The inac- tion of his bachelor quarters had al ready begun to pail on him. He long ed for the excitement of the contest
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He rose as if to go without further words, but Macarthur stopped him.
 "Sit down, Arthur" he said in a quiet voice. There's more to be said"
 Hepburn looked at him inquiringly and resumed his seat
 You're going too fast" went on Macarthur. Now, listen. We've aI- ways been friends and this musn't come between us. I might lie to you and send you away again, but 1t wouldn't help me. I'd have to tell her the truth and you know that would end it, so far as I'm concerned"
 "But you miss my viewpoint" said Hepburn wearily. She's forgotten me, and if"
 "she hasn't forgotten you," inter rupted Macarthur. 'If she had might don't know-but anyway, she hasn't"
 Their eyes met steadily. Then Hep burn reached out and took Macar- thurs hand.
 "I must go to her, Jack. Good-b by, r he said, and hurriedIy left the office.
 Macarthur waited a moment, then pulled the desk telephone toward him and called for a number.
 That you, EIeanor?" his voice wag steady and cheerful. "I find I can't come out tonight after all. And listen. Something tremendous has happened I can't tell you just what. But I want you to prepare yourself for anything that may come. No, can't explain But try and think of the very best thing that could possibly happen, the thing you want most, and be ready fol it. I can't tell you any moTe-no, can't Good-by."
 He hung up the receiver and his face was drawn as he settled back in his chair. For half an hour he scarcely moved, but sat staring at a point or the opposite wall. Then he shivereC as though cold, shook himself, and his jaw set squarely. He pushed a cal button and his stenographer entered.
 Bring your book, Miss Hunt" h. said briskIy. "I'll give you some die tation."
 It was evening when Hepburn aIight ed from the train at Chatham Farms The house on the hiu-his house-wa
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already lit up and he set out for it in eager haste.
 But as he approached his pace glackened, and when he turned tn at the gates he could hardly bring him self to advance at all.
 He should have sent her word He should have prepared her. It was cruel to come thus suddenly from the dead. It was not right to use a woman so.
 Then suddenly he saw her. A door opened and she entered the library tall, graceful, just as he had known her. She crossed the room and came to one of the windows, where she stood looking out.
 He could not see her face, for the lights were behind her; but every out line of her figure was familiar, every movement he could anticipate In a sudden rush of memories all his doubts were swept aside.
 Quickly he approached the house, and presently she saw him and drew back little from the window. Almost without thought, before he consciously knew what he did, he halted and whis- tied their trysting call. It was the call he had used in his courting days to ap- prise her of his presence, and he saw her stop in her retreat Her handC went to her breast and she stood star. ing out the window.
 He repeated the notes. If she had hesitated then he would have turned away. But at the second call he saw her turn and run toward the hall, and with g choking sensation he turned up the steps to meet her as she opened the door.
 'tEleanor!" he said, and "Arthur!'' she answered him. Then his arms were round her and he held her to him close.
 Are you glad?" he asked presently, not because he did not know, but be- cause he wanted to hear her say it.
 She drew back till she could look him in the eyes. Her own were hIled with tears and her voice trembled as she spoke.
 70, boy,'' she said, Tvs wanted you so. I never knew until I lost yoGS
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When She Found Him
 By Ethelred Elkins
By Ethelred ElkiNs

At the end of all his arguments he found himself clinging to the hope that Sayre might be mistaken. He consOIeo himself with thinking that gossip rarely speaks the truth and resolved at least to have a friends advice be- fore he went further. It was with this resolve that he entered MacaTthur's s office within an hour of his arrival at New York.
 He h-d no card and he did not give the boy his name, but was immediately ushered into the private office. Mac arthur sat at his desk using the tele- phone. He glanced at his visitor, mu- tiGned him to 8 chair and continued his conversation.
 All right then. I'll be out ro- night. You'll meet the train, I sup pose?-very well. Goodby."
 He hung up the receiver, pushed the instrument from him and turned to Hepburn.
 What can do for you?" he said briskly.
 Hello. Jack" said Hepburn with a smile.
 My God! Arthur" he said. Where we thought you were ceac-tne na- tives-'
 Its too good to be true, old man. l cant believe it yet. GivS me time. It is you?"
 "Yes, I've come back. Jack"
 It might have been his fancy, but he thought a cloud settled on Macar- thurs face as the certainty came home to him.
 How is EIeanor?" he asked.
 Macarthur dropped his hand, and they sat down again. Well" he answered. Have you written herr"
 "No," said Hepburn. ''I didn't know the circumstances. I haven't heard for two years, you know. thought it better not"
 Tell me about 1t, Arthur. Your na- tives swore they saw you die"
 Briefly Hepburn narrated his ex- periences, and at times his friend seemed to listen, while at times his thoughts seemed otherwhere. Once his hand went out to a letter on the desk. He picked it up, tore it into bits and dropped it into the waste basket.
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"Jeck, there's no use dissembltng You know how things were with us. Had I better go to herr"
 Macarthur searched his face with burning eyes. He found his task hard.
 "Of course, you will go to her," he said presently.
 Hepburn rose, and walking to the window stood looking out with his back to his friend.
 "I understand there's someone else, Jack" he said.
 Macarthur's lips opened twice be- fore he spoke.
 "Who told you that?" he asked.
 q heard 1t accidentally coming ov- CT"
 And you believed it?"
 Hepburn wheeled suddenly and came back to the desk.
 T couldn't blame her, Jack,'' he said. T treated her like a brute. If she's forgotten me it's my fault. But, my God, man I want another chance
 She won't refuse you, Arthur" eaid Macarthur quietly.
 Its not that" cried Hepburn. Don't you see? If this-other man can make her happy, and-I can't, per haps I'd better not see her. Perhaps l'd petter go away at OnCe.
 Macarthur turned to the window. Be fore his mind lay a drearilness of un- told years from which he could see nc escape.
 He might deceive the husband and send him away, but he could not de- ceive the wife. The very trust she had in him made that impossible. All his towers of hope were crumbsing into ruins as he turned and faced his friend.
 There is no other, Arthur" he said "She hasn't forgotten you. I have req son to know that"
 There was that in his tone and the look of his eye that suddenly opened out the truth to Hepburn's comprehen' sion. There was silence for a mo. ment; then Hepburn spoke
 "I might have known" he said There was no resentmeint in his voice Rather an unimpassioned statement O. facts. "Of course, it would be you Jack. I don't blame you or her, but must think what I shall do.''
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bursting to call to mind some superi- ority of Methodism to the Slattery doc trines.
 Hennery, himself, sat through two or three meetings week at the school house, to the no small scandal Of ms more consistent brethren.
 I'm glad to see the grain garnered in any field" he told his traducers.
 When his conscience tried faintly to be heard, he quieted 1t by mentally passing the buck" to his sister. "She didn't need to have busted her leg a-purpose."
 In the meantime Mrs. Hennery and the little Hennerys, as well as himself, were having biscuit for breakfast and an abundance of rich gravy at all meals.
 The weeks wore on. Mary Jane grew impatient for her turn at the pension. She came over one Sunday, ito see how the meetin' was gettin' on," she said, although she, too, was a Methodist
 She brought a mess of trout with her, and painted in glowing terms their abundance in Spider river, and the ease with which they responded to the gig in Jonathan's hands.
 Hennery read the eagerness which she attempted to hide when she asked When be you comini over, Ma?" and his heart Ieaped joyfully within him at his mothers answer:
 Not till the meetin' closes"
 The meeting was successful enough There is always a certain proportion of Limestone countyans ready to re- spond to the excitement of reviva1istic efforts. Last year they answered the Methodist call. Next year they will be ready for Baptist exhortations. In the meantime they fell like ripe grain al the stroke of the Slattery sickle.
 There is always supply of hare ened ones ready to be snatcheu as
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placer I bought the Judson tract and built there last spring"
 Perhaps, then" said Hepburn, you know my-you may know Mrs. Hep burn"
 Indeed, yes" returned sayre. "De- Iightful woman. You know her, do you? Sad about her husband, wasn't it?"
 Very" said Hepburn Do you hap pen to know any of the particulars?"
 70, he went exploring across Central Africa and died of fever. That's all any one knows, believe. Guess he didn't amount to much at best. Her friends seem to think she is well rid of him"
 q haven't seen her since then" said Hepburn, after a pause.
 They say she is beginning to take notice again." said Sayre, in a rather cynical tone. She had some fellow in tow last summer. I've forgotten his name. Cant blame her, though"
 The more he considered the cIrcum- stances, however, the more clear it became that this thing was not mercy possible but altogether natural. She was still young and he had gone com pletely out of her life He had treat
  and now was 1t to be expected that she could rest content to go through life with his memory?
 Should he present himself and tr- to win back the love he had lost? He recognized that 1t would be an unfair proceeding. She could not refuse him if he returned to her, however she might feel toward him. He saw that the decision must be his; that her part in the outcome was foreordained and with a sensitiveness which sprang from his deepened consideration foI her he shrank from forcing himself upon her.
 On the other hand, he understood her well enough to know that sht would not marry again if she thought him alive. nor would she take it as a kindness if he deceived her ir the matter. He could not, therefore return upon his track and lose him self. That would be doing her Q nor tai. hurt, at least from her point o1 view.
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notor1ety hunting youth who had gone there came back one whose level gray eyes challenged mems respect.
 The lack of any word when he came in touch with the world of steamers and more or less regular post was a shock, and all the more disturbing since his attitude toward her had un- dergone a change.
 In the fever -brightened watches of the African night he had come to see himself with a clearer vision, and to despise the selfishness, the want of consideration, the bullying, overbear- ing attitude, which had characterized his relations with his wife.
 Nothing had happened to her. Of that he felt assured. Jack would have let him know. One letter might have been lost, but not the dozen he had hoped to find, and felt he had right to expect
 The voyage set him up so far as his body was concerned, and he reached England still thin and yellow, but with legs once more beneath him. With his spirits it was a different matter. These refused to respond to clean air and good food and grateful rest. The blow they received could be counter acted by no sophistical imagtnings.
 The first inkling of the truth came when he found his London letter ot credit had been cancelled. There was of course, but one explanation of that She must think him dead.
 Delaying only to make himself pre- sentable in the matter of clothes, he sailed immediately for New York. He had to borrow money for his passage and he swore the friend who lent It tc utter secrecy. On the boat he passed as H. E. P Burn, and the passenger list included none whom he knew.
 The second day out. however, a gen. tleman scraped acquaintance with hin in the smoking room, introducing him self as a MT. Sayre. They were sitting on the deck one morning, smoking anC talking, when Sayre made some casua mention of his country place.
 You say you have a place at Chat ham Farms?' Hepburn took him LII without interest.
 "Yes," returned Sayre. Know the
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brands from the burning. There is all ways supply of backsliders ready to be won anew to the path. The Rev erend Slattery won a goodIy share oz all three.
 All things must end, however. Even successful meetings.
 Three more days,' the reviYalist an nounced one Friday at the breakfast table, "and we'll wind things up. Brother Sinsabaugh will preach the final sermon and admit the converts to the church on Sunday mornin'."
 When that day arrived 1t found the whole Hennery family ready to attend the meeting en masse.
 Your mother and I will walk by the path" the parson said.
 The old couple had not yet put in their appearance when the wagon ar rived at the schoolhOuse. Nor yet when the meeting was half over.
 Funniest thing I ever heard of" Hennery said to his wife.
 The sermonfzing of the Reverend Sinsabaugh was wonderfully dull. The ceremonies of admission were likewise dull. Hennery found himself looking up at the clock many times, also look ing at the door for the missing pair.
 Funniest thing I ever heard of" he said again. to Reverend Sinsabaugh, the meeting having closed, what be- come of the parson and my mother"
 Sinsabaugh wagged his head sagely but noncommittally
 Strange it is, but doubtless there are reasons"
 Perhaps Mary Jane had driven up and abducted the mother. A sense of foreboding settled down on Hennery's s spirit. He whipped the team into a trot. rlthough the roughness of the road all but threw the family bodily from the wagon.
 "Sometbin' must have happened to Ma," he said to his wife repeatedly.