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The Dolores star., 1920-06-25

Mt him 1uriously. He had several times
noticed certain furtiveness In their
regard. but had each time ascribed II
to Imagination and dismissed the mat
Ter. He did so again. He was walk
Ing back when he saw a boy outside
the office.
Captain Dupont says he is ready to
sail. monsieur" he said.
"Teil him I'm coming down to speak
to him." said Hilary.
He went toward the wharf. Dupont
was talking to Baptiste. As he an
preached. Hilary saw the two cease
their conversation and look at him.
Then Baptiste walked slowly away to-
ward his vessel. Dupont, who had
just received the message from the
boy. stood motionless where he had
been. waiting.
Hilary became suddenly conscious of
an atmosphere Of hatred. When he
reached Dupont the old man eyed him
with the same searching and malignant
stare that he had given him on the oc-
casion OF their first encounter. But
now the eyes that bazed foot from
his own did not relax their gaze. There
was menace there, immediate and
hostile. though the face was immobile.
1t flashed through Hilary's mind that
the old man was mad. that his long
broOding had at last broken the fragile
vessel of the mind.
A.
Hilary explained briefly the matter on
which he had come. All the while
he spoke Dupont continued eyeing him.
Hilary began to feel uneasy. swell,
Is that clear?" he inquired
"That much is clear" answered Du-
pont reluctantly.
swell, what's the matter, them" de-
manded Hilary sharply.
Suddenly he perceived that the old
mans face was twisted with passion
His expression was so fanatical that
Hilary thought he was going to attack
him.
But then the, face resumed Its mask
again. Without a word, Dupont
swung onto the ship and left him.
Baptiste's vessel was moored next
to the wharf. AS Dupont crossed II
to reach his own. Hilary saw Baptiste
on deck, bending over tarpaulin
The two men did not speak. and
Hilary, moved by sudden impulse
walked the length Of the wharf and
accosted the little Frenchman.
"Baptiste." he said. "some time ago
I told you I didn't know whether you
had any knowledge about the cutting
Of my boom or not. l want to say I'm
sorry. know that you had none, and
I shouldn't have spoken as did,
And he put out his hand.
Baptiste looked up. The little mans
face was like thundercloud. He
clenched and unclenched his fists
fercely. muttering. Then he dashed
HIlary's hand aside with his.
.I don't shake hands with yOu!" he
cried, and the tears began to stream
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in her home. Pierre was angry at
first. but afterward he was glad, for
he saw her dancing in Simeon's place
and began to conceive an infatuation
for her. He renewed his advances,
telling her of Quebec, of the free life
Of the world beyond. When her imag-
ination was enkindled and her cheeks
flushed and her eyes sparkled at the
picture. he asked her to accompany
Nanette with him on board his vessel,
come to Quebec, and marry him.
That was three days before, and 1t
was of this that the girl was think
ing as her father walked back toward
the cottage after his meeting with
Hilary. On the same day Dupont,
running a small load along the shore,
had learned the gossip about his
daughter from gabblIng woman at
Ste. Therese. twenty-five miles away
so far the news had Travelled. She
had gone to Ste. Marie in his absence,
to dance with Hilary. who assuredly
had wife in his own country; If he
had not, he was not likely to seek one
among the habitants.
The story burned into the captains
brain. 1t was the solvent of his san
ity, the swapping of the only bond that
had linked him to the common life.
For Marie's sake he had hidden his
heart this score of years. and silenced
those impetuous voices calling to him
to leave all and go out into the world
and seek the sign which was to be
found branded upon some strangers s
forehead.
He stood at the cottage door. look
ing at his daughter, who had risen
and faced him. Jean Baptiste re-
manned outside.
"I sail for Quebec tonight" said
Dupont. "Jean waits two days to
complete his cargo"
She nodded; her thoughts were far
away. But 1t came across her mind
with momentary compassion. that she
would never see her father again.
"Perhaps shall not see thee again. "
said Dupont somberly; and the words,
echoing her own thoughts. frightened
her. She shrank away. and Dupont
put out his hands and grasped her by
the wrists. 1.-THE name!" he said.
She shook her head; she never spoke
when he made this demand.
1.-THE name! have been very pa
tient with thee. Now thy reason for
withholding 1t Is gone. The name!"
"What do you mean7" she STAN.
mered.
"The name!" he raved; and for the
first time since her childhood he
raised his clenched fist as IL to strike
her.
Baptiste. outside, heard him and
saw the gesture. He came running
up to the cottage door and caught .Du.
pont by the arm. The captain hesi
tated; then. collecting himself, as a
new thought came to him. he allowed
Baptiste to lead him back to the
schooner.
The new thought was this: II Marie
would not give him the name. at least
he would prevent repetition of hel
mothers history.
II held him, as a dream holds 9
madman, and he grew cunning and
concealed II, and ioked with his hand,
The Dolores star., 1920-06-25
By VICTOR ROUSSEAU
illustrations by Irwin Myers

and wept heartbrokenIy. and now she
was no longer afraid of the waves that
Tapped the boats sides as 1t tossed and
reared In the surging waters.
An hour went by. The turning tide
and veering wind enabled the men to
get the craft under control again and
head her up the river. Pierre came to
Marie with the brandy bottle. He
thrust 1t into her face
"Come. little one. let us kiss ana
make up," he shouted.
He pulled her to her feet. Her
world was broken. life seemed help
less. and In her broken pride she stood
humbly before him In the rocking boat,
her hands clasped.
pierre. am sorry" she wept.
Thou knowest love thee. Pierre.
Forgive me-
Pierre laughed. 1t was good to see
her thus.
Drink" he said, gathering her to
him with one hand. "Take long pull
and we'll all be happy together.
Drink !! he commanded. as she heslta.-
ed in disgust at the smell of the
liquor.
AS she obeyed him he tilted the bot
tie and the burning fluid ran down her
throat, choking her. Pierre laughed
boisterously and pressed his lips to
hers.
"Soon we shall reach Quebec. little
| one" he said. "and then thou shalt
have thy ring"
"Tonight?" she faltered. with still
sinking heart. He had forgiven her.
| then; still, everything was changed.
and st. Boniface was far away across
the waters.
| "Surely tonight" he answered. wink
ing ut Leblanc. and took the tiller
again.
Marie's head swan, the boat seemed
| spinning round; she lay in the cabin.
conscious vaguely of Leblanc and
Nanette beside her, laughing and max
ing love- Hours passed before she
realized completely where she was.
Sometimes she heard Pierre speaking
to her, and once Nanette shook her.
and seemed afraid. When she re-
gained consciousness she found that
the boat was in calm water. They were
under the lee of an island. and the
sun was low in the west.
The sloop grounded. and Pierre.
picking her up in his arms. carried
her ashore and set her down on the
beach. She staggered to her feet.
The sloop was beached. and Leblanc
and Nanette were at her side.
"But this is not Quebec!" Marie
stammered !; and then, looking about In
bewilderment, she recognized where
she was.
Pierre caught her by the arm. 1--WE
are not going to Quebec" he exclaimed
roughly.
"Pierre, why are we here7 must
go home. Take me homer
The terror of her position dawned
on her. She sobbed wildly and wrung
her hands. Nanette cajoied her.
"Come, don't be a little fool" she
said, "We are going to stay here-the
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"come, Little One, Let Us Kiss and
Make Up," He Shouted.
four of us. 1t will be like a picnic.
Come. then. Marie"
She screamed wildly. Pierre ad-
vanced upon her savagely with up
raised hand, but Nanette restrained
him. "No, do not strike her." she
pleaded.
"Come. then" growled Pierre. grasp
ing her by the arms and hurrylng her
forward.
She screamed again. wildly. and
fought furiously for her freedom.
Pierre struck her again and again;
then. lifting her into his arms. he
clapped one hand across her mouth
and began to carry her up the beach
toward the forest
(TO BE CoNTINUED.)
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oet. lta Own DRINK.

A South American orchid lets down
tube and drinks when 1t needs wa.
ter. then coils It on top Of the plant
when not In use.
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down his cheeks. you keep out OF
my way, or kill you"
And he rushed below. leaving Hilary
utterly nonplussed at his behavior.
When Brousseau. driving furlously
homeward from the Chateau, reached
the cottage Of Jules Dupont. he saw
the solitary figure Of the girl Marie
seated outside the door. He let his
horse rest for breathing spell before
continuing up the hill. doffed his hat
and saluted her.
"Bonjour, Mademoiselle Dupont he
called heartily.
"Bonjour, Monsieur Brousseau." she
answered mechanically.
Brousseau had never been able TO
force a smile from her lips For q
long time he had dreaded this silent
girl, then he had ceased to think about
her; of late he had again begun 10
hate the presence of that lonely figure
upon the porch. which was always
there whenever he drove into st. Boni-
face or back to his garish house oy tne
seashore. -
The cure had not told Hilary all that
related to the old captains history:
But the thread Of madness that iinkeo
him to the past was spreading INTO .
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Uses Of Necessity.
The fact that life Is grind u what
sharpens many q mans vita
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-10-29
THE TIMES: FRIDAY, OCTOBER 29, 1920

jaw like an unhappy child and set it's teeth in her upper lip.
 Suppose in far off corner of my
 brain there was the thought that if virginia's happiness could be re-
 stored-1ny own love might revive
 to all it's wonder and fitness.
 And now Virginia turned her far away eyes to me. They were warm
 and tender. ready to welcome dreams.
 How did you happen to he at the clinsarge again today?" she asked. 'fDid Pat ask you to come? Has he sent you to me?' went cold all over, and Carlotta Sturges, mocking voice seemed to cry from the shadows: Tell her the truth, if you dare. Tell her how you came to be. at the Clinsage today" Virginia's questions seemed to ring and vibrate on the air. How was to answer them?
 Clinsarge today? Did-Pat ask you to come? Has he sent you to me?' she demanded
 And now. inclining toward me, with her chin thrust out and her teeth catching at her upper lip, she smiled -tenderIy, almost shyly. I dared not reply to these questions. I had no way of estimating what effect Car lotta's name would have on Virginia.
 For one moment I hesitated. If I said the wrong word-but I mustn't say the wrong word!
 Virginia, will you let me begin at the beginning % I asked. will you let me tell the story my way? I think you realize I'm not rushing in--in- : truding where you have never bidden
 me just as the result of a moments whim.''
 ttYes, I realize that replitd vir- ginia quietly.
 Then I must go back to the last day my dear Father Andrew was here the day Phoebe saw me with your husband
 | I averted my eyes when I ventured l that word. It would either create the atm osphere I wanted-or make Vir-
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-10-29
FEW FOLKS HAVE
 GRAY HAIR NOW
Druggist Says Ladies are Us.- ing Recipe of Sage Tea
 and Sulphur.

Hair that loses it's color and lustre, or when it fades. turns gray, dull and lifeIess, is caused by a lack of sulphur in the hair. Our grandmother made up a mixture of Sage Tea and Sulphur to keep her locks dark and beautiful. and thousands of women and men who value that even color, that beautiful dark shade of hair which is so attractive. use only this old time recipe.
 Nowadays we get this famous mix ture improved by the addition of oth- ST ingredients by asking at any drug store for a bottle of "Wyeth's Sage and Sulphur Compound" which dark ens the hair so naturally, so evenly, tbat nobody can possibly tell it has been applied. You just dampen a sponge or soft brush with it and draw this through your hair, taking one small strand at time. By morning the gray hair disappears; but what delights the ladies with Wyeth's Sage and Sulphur Compound is that, be- sides beautifully darkening the hair after few applications, it also brings back the gloss and lustre and gives it an appearance of abundance.-Adv.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-10-29
When A Girl
 Marriies
By Ann Lisle. Copyright 1918, by King Features Syndicate, 1nc.G
(Continuede

(COntinuede
 The feeling that I was messen- ger conveyed me past the doorman at the entrance to Virsinia's apart ment building, up in the elevator ana so to her very door. I felt Pat ana Virginia coming close. again. Their happiness seemed real-accompllsh- ed.
 Then the maid admitted me to Virginia's apartment.
 And the very first thing did did instinctively, without forethought or planning-was to stare over at the ket of crimson Jacqueminots with the tiny pale pink sweetheart roses" had stood the night before.
 It wasn't there.
 Anonymous that basket of fra grance had been allowed to deck the gift of Pat Dalton. it had been removed.
 But where was it? Had Virginia transported it tenderly to her own roon~or had she flung it out of her home in high resentment Of her husbands daring My own unspok- en words startled me. Never be- fore had I thought of Pat Dalton as Virginia's husband I'd just accept ed them vaguely as Pat and Vir- ginia-two persons who ought to be together and were apart.
 The rustic of draperies in the hall made me drag my eyes away rom their search of the room where Pats gift had been denied a place.
 Forgive me for keeping you waiting," came Virginia's smooth tones from the hallway - and she followed close upon her words. Its sweet of you to run in, Anne.
 Perfectly meaningless, formal words. They might have been ad- dressed to a mere acquaintance. l tried to evade her chill influence.
 This isn't a party call, Virginia. :" I declared Last night I left with a question unanswered between us. I have come to answer it. .''
 ''Indeed?" Virginia dashed a little cold spray in my face, Dear Anne why so solemn? I am glad to see YOU. of course. But I don't re- call any-vital questions that we must answer. Will you let me take
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-10-29
SAY FOREIGN AGENTS
 HAMPER SHIPPING

washin gton, Oct. 2S - Foreign agents are at work in the United States in an attempt to retard the progress of the American merchant marine, according to information ob tained today from the United States Shipping Board.
 ''The Shipping Board is in posses sion of very definite information that foreign agents are again at work in this country in an attempt to retard ghe progress of the American mer- chant marine" one high official of the Shipping Board stated.
 It is charged by officials of the board that reports to the effect that the House committee on merchant marine has completed a report show ing huge graft and irregularities in the Shipping Board, are a part of the plan of foreign agents to discredit the Shipping Board and its work.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-10-29

your hat and cape. and order tea for you-or shall we go out for a bit of strol1?" a.
 Let me talk to you frst-please. I must say whats 9in my heart, l murmured in voice tried to make
 "F'ire-when ready" laughed vir- ginia.
 I sat forward in my chair and spoke in in a voice l vaguely noticed clear as I had planned.
 lunching at the Clinsarge. That's where I'd been-to have tea with him the day Phoebe saw me with with Pat. He begged me so to to beg me all the time.
 Today I happened to be there again-and he came in, and to our table. And he was so-reckless and bitter. Somehow without planning it, 1 had to say I was coming here. And he took my hane-so pleadingIy and whispered as if it were-a cry for help: You're on your way to see Jeanie.'
 He said it to you almost instead of me. He's so unhappy, and he seems to believe I can get him the key again-the key to happiness. Oh. Virginia -VHsinia--it's happi- ness-and life that's all stake-'h
 When I began tog speak I didn't dare to look at Virginia. But grad ually my eyes went of their own voiition at her face. Her head was flung high. The muscles of her throat were so taut that they stood out in cords. And her nostrils were quivering. She looked pathetic like a thoroughbred straining to run a losing race.
 My heart pounded. Had I found the key that would open the door to happiness for Virginia? I wanted to run over and take her in my arms but I forced myself to sit still and wait.
 Virginias white hands twisted in her lap. She protruded her lower
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-10-29
PEOPLE RIDE ON
 ROOFS OF TRAINS

Bucharest, Rumania, Oct. 2S.-If Americans feel that their subways, railroads and trolley cars are crowd ed, conditions in Rumania and other parts of the Balkans are worse. Rail road traffic today in Rumania is so great that passengers ride on the roofs of every train by the hundreds. When the tops of the trains are so crowded that they can hold no mocc, the passengers cling to the running boards, ride on the bumpers and even on the under-framework of the car. The fare is the same whether the passenger rides in a compartment or on the roof of the car. Accidents are frequent. Often when a train has entered tunnel a number of paSsen- gers have been swept off the roof to their death.
 The congested traffic is due to the small number of locomotives and coaches available and to insufficient tra ackage. Most of the country's roll ing stock was carried off by the Ger mans or destroyed. Some of the locomotives and cars have been re- placed, but the number is far from adequate. A large American 1ocomo- tive concern has contracted to send a number of engines here, taking in payment quantity of oil.
 There are at present less than 5000 locomotives in Rumania, including the newly-acquired provinces of Transyl- vania and Bessarabia. About half this number are in order. Most of them are Of German or Hungarian construction. There is such a short age of passenger coaches that box cars often are used for the convey ance of the public.
 The total trackage in Greater Rumania is about O,50O miles. This has to serve an area of nearly 300,- 900 square miles and jojulation of 18,000,000. Many of the steel rails road beds are in need of major re- pairs. Rumanian railway officials say that American railroad men and en- gineers would do well to investigate business prospects in Rumania. Rail- roads must be constructed and others double-tracked. The country will re- quire an enormous quantity of rail- road supplies to re-equip and recon struct the lines that suffered during the war. Bridges also must be built, canals cut and harbors extended.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-10-29

ginia fairly turn me out There was a crisp silence for an instant, then Virginia said in a voice that came from deep in her throat:
 'Yes. Tell me what happened that day, Anne"
 Pat 'phoned. He said it would mean a lot to hina-more than he an hour. I asked him why he wanted to see me-and I remember his exact answer. It was that can't tell you over the phone. If you'd like to help a chap who's almost in your fam fly Then he laughed bitterly. And because I'm rather old-fashioned I didn't want to meet a man-any man for tea. And he said he thought I was the sort of woman who might do the decent thing and stand by man who called to her for help; Now, do you wonder, Virginia, that I've inter- ested myself-in him ?''
 No" said Virginia, in a voice that she seemed to be holding in leash. NO. don't wonder. Will you go on, Anne-and tell me all you-want me to know?"
 Well, then-I met him, after I had seen Father Andrew off. But didn't tell father, Virginia. thought you'd rather-and besides he might not have liked my meeting a man for tea"
 Virginia smiled with infinite sweet ness. -7F
 q understand. It was very sweet of you, Anne-and very delicate I felt myself flaming flushing wi h Virginia had ever spoken to me. be fore I could go on, I had to swallow a lump which seemed heaps bigger than my throat.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-10-29
RED INVASION FAILS.

Geneva, Oct. 2S.-Nikolai Lenine the Russian premier has written from Moscow to close friend, a Russian professor named Lutinlow who is now recuperating here, that the bolshevist invasion of Poland failed owing to bad military leadership. The red army is composed of loyal fighters but the chiefs were not up to their jobs, says Lenine. He dweIls with great hope on the propaganda of En- yer Pasha in Afghanistan and Be- luchistan, adding that India sooner or later will adopt bolshevist rule.
 Warrants for IS alleged draft sIackers were issued by Federal Judge Howe in Brooklyn.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-10-29
First, he talked a bit about people we both knew. I don't just remem-

First, he talked a bit about people we both knew. I don't just remem- ber''-
 When I said that I didn't remem- Der, it was true I was so intent on Pat and Virginia that I completely forgot that F. tt Dalton had talked a. length Of F-v.y, hal "arn... me of IT in her past relations to my Jim and of her possible future relations to Neal and Phoebe. Now 1 wish 1 had recollee ted a that at the me
 After a bit, he ask ad if I though Jim ce u1d be friends with him, an ] ! as<ed him if he thought that woul6 be loyal ., YOU He didn't answer. But I remember just how he acted, Virginia. He took his fingers off the stem of his glass and laid them flat on the table. And he sat Staring staring at the back of his own hand
 (To Be Continued.)
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-10-29
Everybody Should be In
 Good Health Most People Would If Theil Blood and Circulation Were in Normal GnndifiAn

Many men, women and eaildrer who are anaenaic, run-d down, thln and nervous, with no energy, no strength and no vitality miss all the joy .ot life, just because their blood is pooI and circulation impaired.
 So many wonderful recoveries from Just sucn conditions haves come te our attention that we want everyone in this city to know about Vinol. Il is not a secret remedy, but just scientific combination of the most successful tonics sknown-Iron, Beei md Cod Liver Peptones, and Glycero- ohosphates. Every rundown, ner
 ous anaenic, overworked reader o1 lhis paper should try it.--Adv.
The Dillon herald. [volume] (Dillon, S.C.) 1894-????, 1920-03-25

FOR SALE CLEVELAND BIG
boil cotton seed, well selected. The
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The Dillon herald. [volume] (Dillon, S.C.) 1894-????, 1920-03-25
Methodist Committees.

At Church Conference held at the
Main street Methodist church on last
Sunday morning the foil wing COM
mittees were appointed:
/. Committee on Evangelism
Prof w. D. Roberts, w. C. Moore, w.
J. Carter, Mrs. L. Cottingham \ and
Mrs. L. C. Brady.
2. C mmittee on Missions-D. w.
Bethea, w. H. Muller, ]. D. Hargrove
Mrs. w. C.. Moore and Mrs. W., G.
Caldwell.
8. Committee on Social Service -
j. P. McLaurin, DR.. J. H Hamer, w.
H. Murphy, Mrs. ]. A. Nettles and
Mrs. J. D. Hargrove.
4. Committee on Church Decora-
tion-Mrs. Ida Dunbar, Mrs. T. w.
Bethea, Mrs. Lutte Bethea, Mrs. A.
C. Rogers, Mrs. A. ]. Evans, Miss
Louis Moore, Miss Marie Smith, Miss
Mary Carter. Miss Sarah Bethea, and
Miss Beulah Mason.
S. Committee on Christian Litera-
ture-L. Cottingham, Walker Floyd,
T. W.. Bethea, Mrs. B A. Bedenbaugh
and Mrs. w. ]. Adams.