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around and proceeded to secure firm grip of Heinz's system. Tavk
 There are few faces in use at the present time which do not contain at least one tooth which should be ex- tracted or fixed, if you take the den. t:st's word for it. and when Richards discovered that one of Heinz's mo- iars contained small decayed spot, we decided at once that 1t was the source of trouble and proceeded to punish it accordingly. And the wild yell which our patient emitted imue- diately thereafter Is still spoken of by neighbors in the vicinity and it Is said to have shaken several sparrows out of the drain pipes on naarby houses. But we got the tooth.
 When I say there Is little more to tell I realize that the story seems to end rather abruptly, but even so, I speak the truth and must adhere to facts.
 Before closing, however, might mention that Heinz went through our door like an electric shock and was never seen thereafter, and the only light cast upon the mystery was fur nished by the Turkish janitor when he stopped in to see us the next day.
 Been thinkin'," he said. "Just fig ure out what dam Bulgarian want. He stop here and see nice tools, see lookin' glass. see big chairs and he think 1t is barber shop. Him want shave. Jus figure him out"
 Then with a sad smile John depart ed and left us to our thoughts. We certainly had not shaved him, but wa had jerked out one of his teeth!
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your boy because he didn't turn out perfect, when twas your own fault"
 John tried to speak, but no words came. She went on: When used to try to correct him or punish him, you'd speak right up, and David knew. So I. weak thing that I was, let you have your way, as in everything, and we lost our boy; and you. when you might have saved him, let him go, for he had disgraced your name- You were disgrace to him, I'm thinking"
 It was small consolation to Amelia that the whole town turned out to Da vid's funeral. She thought the time to do for our own is while they are alive, and not wait until they are dead.
 Afterwards. their life was a strange one, although to outsiders it was much the same as before. John visited the cemetery often. Folks said that he took his boys death harder than his wife did. But that grave held the tragedy of their lives.
 Amelia was not the same. One day
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first-c1ass- murder never seemed bet ter, but after we had sat on the vengeful Turk a while, talked to him as couple fathers, shook some light of understanding into his head, show ed him why 1t was neither advisable nor polite to indulge in miscellaneous murder at this time and gave him two perfectly good dollars, he consented to postpone the killing until some future date and we let him up.
 Now, John,' coaxed Richards. we've got to find out what he wants and you are our only hope. Please, John ask him just this one little Gues- ton, and after we get through with him you can kill him all you like"
 John was stubborn but finally per- suaded, and shot a sizzling query at the patient. Immediately came the answer and even yet that vast stretch of grin fingered. Nothing could wipe that out.
 What does he say?" we asked eagerly.
 The janitor stood a moment puzzled. Then he glanced over the room and a look of genuine mirth showed through the generous coat of engine grease and coal dust on his face.
 "No understand him." he said, and we knew he lied. but the next mo- ment he was gone.
 Well, I'll be danged!" said Rich ards and sat down suddenly.
 "On two," replied, and mopped my brow.
 And then, like bright light shining through the darkness, Heinz arose
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do to earn enough to study music"
 "Your voice is superb, Peg-wonders full. I listened while you sang. You still love to sing?"
 "I adore it!" with fine disregard for nicety of expression. ..
 "Still want to be prima- donne?"
 "'M. IT guess so."
 So what could John Lang do but gather the little mite into his eager arms and cover the lovely white face with kisses until the roses came laugh ing back, and the big. sad eyes twin- kled.
 And Peggy, being a very human be- ing, how could she help explaining gayly, after the first .rapturous em- braces were over, "Oh, shan't be glad to give that cantankerous old boss of mine dignifed notice tomorrow. And goodness, won't I love to 'drudss' in that glorious kitchen of oursl"
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Peggy was a trusting little soul, and there were wolves about! He sank in to a chair by the open fire and buried his face in his hands. Just for a sight of her again-now that success had come she wouldn't have to be kitch- en drudge, and he was broader now and more considerate of woman's place in the world. And. oh! for sound of that glorious voice!
 Suddenly he sat up- From studio next door a plaintive little song, ac- companied by a master hand on the piano, came clearly to his ears. It thrilled, throbbed and called; there was a pause which signified waiting. then it called again stronger, longing ly and pleadingly.
 John Lang above everything else was honorable and would have scorn- ed an eavesdropper. yet he deliberate 1y moved aside the heavy bookcase
 which barricaded the door between his
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fish, how the deuce can he read it?" asked Richards, trying to stab me with look.
 That's right" [ admitted. why don't you draw him g. picture Of It. then?"
 "A picture of what2"
 "I don't know"
 "Aw, shut up," said my ungratefu1 friend and turned to the patient.
 "Sprecken ze Dutch," he told him, and got a shake of the head and come more Chessy-cat grin.
 Polly 700 the gay Farce" said Richards, after thinking while, and this got him stare of polite spiss1- tude followed by another a1l-encom- passing grin.
 "Hi yah, sub gub yakamee no checkee no washee." I put in playful ly and received as much encourage ment as Richards.
 "It gets me-" muttered my fellow worker as he surveyed the expansive smile in bewilderment. "He must be something or other. He looks like a bear"
 "No, he isn't a bear" stated posi- lively. I had seen several bears. "He looks something like John."
 That's the first sensible idea ever heard you express" congratulated Richards. "Send for John, while watch It."
 Sure, sure," replied without knowing what he meant. "That was a fine idea; great head" And I pushed the Turkish janitor's call button
 After a few minutes John. the Turk
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was a letter addressed to her from a doctor in the far West, whick told of the serious illness of David.
 Johns eyes gleamed with anger as he realized that his quiet Amelia. who had always asked his advice. and had never taken it upon herself to act without it had really gone. Why hadn't she shown the letter to him at once? True, she had asked him for money to go and see David, but he had not given 1t to her. Hadn't David dis graced him? Brought his honored name down to the dust? David, their only son and child upon whom they had built such high hopes.
 Poor David,'' he said, eff I had known you were so sick, but"
 The "poor David" was said not with out sorrow, but he was getting used to the boys absence. although he had missed him at first. But should he get used to getting along without his wife, if only for time? John was one of those men whose husband love was stronger than bis father love.
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One Tooth Less

appeared and I then discovered what my great idea was.
 "John, we sent for you to act as in terpreter," said Richards. This gen. tleman is a foreigner and we thought perhaps you could find out and tell us what he wants"
 John looked the other over careful ly for moment and then let loose a collection of sounds which were so much like our victims warble that I knew at once the two must be near relatives. When John got it all out, however, and Heinz put on that wide smile and began to shake his head I began to feel discouraged and wanted to go home. Richards looked grieved, too, and John seemed disappointed, but recovered almost at once and pe- culiar look~came to ~f1is face; a look that made a juvenile shiver scoot up my spinal column without any reason whatever.
 The Turkish janitor's eyes narrow ed, he leaned toward the other and spoke few words which sounded like a saw striking a knot. Immediately Heinz's smile reappeared, but accom- panied this time by vigorous nod ding of the head, and the next moment we were pulling John off the patient and trying to find out what in hades had happened.
 ~"Him-Bulgarian yelled the Turk, after he had ceased to struggle. My brother-him get kill las' week. Bul- garians kill him-I kill Bulgarian!"
 Things were looking brighter every moment now and the prospects for a
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But presently the storm passed. She folded the dress again in its blue tis- sue wrappings and took it downstairs.
 "I'll contribute it to the rumD1age sale-and sell it to Henry's wife! she declared grimly, locking 1t away in the front room closet.
 It was the night of the sale. The church vestry was crowded, and sales were brisk. Aida was busy keeping her customers in buying mood' by her witty though good-natured com ments on her wares. She had nearly succeeded in convincing deacon that 1t was his duty to purchase an anti quated bonnet "to help the cause"- when hero badinage died on her lips. and her face whitened under her smiles.
 Henry was coming toward her table. a handsome, smartly gowned woman on his armi Aida took in every de- tail of her face and form in one swift, surreptitious glance. She also took in the fact that she was years older than the man by her side.
 "A money match:" she thought,
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1cally. He turned, smiling at her pug zled face.
 "Oh, buy anything" he advised. people buy at a rummage sale just for the sake of buying. to help the cause, whatever it may be-"
 The psychological moment had come!
 Aida turned like flash. From a box behind the table, she drew forth a wonderful, shimmering mass of satin and lace; shook out the lustrous folds and murmuripg sweetly:
 Possibly your-your wife might like this, as-as a-souvenir. You'll see 1t is somewhat o1d-fashioned. It was intended for a wedding gown; but the bride-to-be found out that her promised husband was not-was not"
 She found her voice deserting her, and stopped to pick up a fallen pin cushion.
 The other woman uttered an excla- nation of delight.
 'Why, it's beautiful-beautiful she cried. "Of course I'll buy it! It
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but John, who would chase the cul- prits who called her Ginger" or until he caught them and they promised amendment. They were good pals-John and Peggy-that is, they were until the clash came. John had casually mentioned one day that Peggy would make a sweet little wife. He said he knew she could> darn and mend and cook and clean better than any other girl in the village. The other girls were so silly. When he got married, he told her, he wanted girl who would be the queen of his home and who would know that she belong ed in the home and not go "gallivant- in" off like a certain young bride they both knew.
 "Huh!" Peggy had retorted hotly. "I guess you think queen of the home means 'druge of the kitchen Not for mine!" Then had followed a hot and heavy war of words. John maintaining
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The very independence of Amelia! She had sold the spoons that were a wedding present from her aunt, and had cost $25 or more a dozen! And the old hall clock! Why, he-although it was a maternal heirloom on his wife's side-had refused $200 for it.
 While he went to the hall to see if the clock was really gone, Amelia was being carried miles away from him by the fast moving train. After g two days journey, which seemed a year. she reached her sons bedside. He clasped his wasted arms around her neck, and his sunken eyes drinking in her every look, as he cried joyfully, 70, ma! My darling mother, you've come"
 "Yes, child. Yes, yes, my boy. mothers come!"
 A few days after David said, "I wish pa was here, too. But fathers are diff ferent. It's mothers that stick to a feller through thick and thin. o, ma! I-can't realize that it's five years since saw you. I've tried hard, ma. out
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and the music teachers studio, and peeped in through the keyhole. Now, the radius discernible through a key hole Is not particularly spacious. and yet it Is surprising what emotions the vision there visible can sometimes produce.
 The girl stood beside the piano and John Lang saw golden head, topped by rather unfashionable hat. a girl ish bosom, heaving under a shabby dress with the emotion of her song, and white hands clasped convu1sive1y together Was it possible Peggy had been studying in the very next room to his without his knowledge he won- dered. This was the only night of the week that he made a practice of giving up work absolutely. and that was probably the night Peggy was taking her lesson.
 It seemed an eternity before it was over. with it's exasperatinS scales and
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his part of the argument with ve- hemence, Peggy with fire and anger, and ending up with the st1nging and blinding information "And you've gone and went and done yourself too much honor, mister, to think I'd be your kitchen drudge, for I'll be, no- body's galley slave. I'm going on the stage to be a famous prima donna so there!" And John, cut to the quick, had run away from home and had not seen her since.
 But tonight /as he paced his studio, with the cheerful glow from the open fire casting wistful shadows, he lived the scene all over again. He won dered how little Peggy was. He knew she had left the little town after the death of the aunt with whom she had lived. He wondered whether she had kept to her old determination to go on the stage; and he shuddered. For all
 her temper and sirlish arrogance.
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Happiness Regained By
By Elsie EndiCOft

 mechanical exercises. but Lang was waiting at the elevator the minute the girl emerged. He was shocked at her frail appearance. The high color of other years had given away to clear white-lovely in it's transparency, but pathetic in it's indication of her deli- cacy-whi1e in place of the plump, rounded figure appeared that of the sylph.
 As Peggy recognized him. she drew in her breath, and though her eyes lighted, she spoke no word. Neither did he, but hungry eyes melted into each other, and outstretched hands that were empty with longing clasped warmly.
 Lang brought her into his study. How has the world been to you:" he ventured, drawing up a chair.
 "Oh, wretched! I'm stenographer not a particura1y good one. for I loathe it. but it's the only thing I can
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before I found it out. And I shouldn't have known if Jane hadn't heard him say it; but, all the same. I've despised her ever since she told me, and can't help it!"
 As she set her pies away, a sudden impulse sent her hurrying up into the attic. Pulling trunk out from under the caves, she dusted and unlocked it. Taking out a package carefully wrapped in blue tissue paper, she opened 1t and shook out white satin gown, its bodice yelled in yellowed, f1lmy lace. Stroking the shimmcring folds across her lap her lips trembled piteously-then settled into a defiant line.
 She wouldn't cry-she just wouldn't
 But despite her determination, a mo- ment later, the dress was tossed aside, her head went down on the edge of the open trunk, and heavy sobs racked her from head to foot. She had loved her fnace with the passionate adora- tion of young girl; and the shatter- ing of her love dream had been 8 bit- ter blow
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rassed silence under the level gaze of Aida Barnes. She jerked her shawl around her shoulders nervously, but fingered in the open door as the other woman uttered calm:
 "No-I can't think of anything now, Jane. but Tn tend table-and if come across anything I'll bring it when come to the sale"
 She resumed her pie-making with a cool ignoring of her callers tarrying that provoked Jane into snappish: ."Well, don't fail to come-fors ex- pect Henry and his wife will be there. Of course, you knew he was married ?"
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mine. you know-and the old hall clock. You will find your dinner on the stove and I've engaged Mary Ball to do your washing on Mondays. You are a good hand to cook. so guess you can get along somehow. Ii you should need any medicine, there's the pep permint in the kitchen cupboard. on the left hand corner of the third shelf from the top, and the catnip and oth- CT herbs are hanging in the northeast corner of the garret. Shall stay as long as David needs me.
 AMELIA"
 On the table beside Amelia's note
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tng loose medley of sounds which very much resemb1ed what a French menu looks like, only trife thicker. y Sometime later we discovered that he was a Bulgarian, dubbed Heinz by the hospital attendants, because no one could understand his line of talk enough to get his real name and be- cause he occupied Room 57.
 The fact that Heinz left the scenes of his nativity when the grape shot became too habitual for comfort, made one think that he was not with out some amount of gray matter in his anatomy. but when on the second day after, his arrival in the land of the free. and home. of polite graft, he paused in the middle of busy street to contemplate the lofty structures and allowed his person to become entan- gled in the cog-whee1s of progress, it looked az. # his judgment wasn't so keen after all. and, that he would probably have done as we'll by staying at homo and being shot up by the enemy.
 After the curious visitor was care- fully picked out of the mechanism of two automobiles and truck. the
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most exclusive clubs, and the literati welcomed him with open arms. But he was anything but happy.
 Of course, there was a girl at the bottom of it all. There usually is. He had not seen her since she was slip of a maid; with a turnedup nose which DO amount of coaxing and nurture could keep the freckles off. and very red hair that curled and tossed pro vokingly. Everybody made fun of her frecklea and hair; that Is. everybody
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HIN LANG ought to have been a happy man. He had sud denly come into fame as a popular novelist; his writing had brought him an easy competence;
 his talents had won for him a cordial rocentjon into fhG
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HIN stared at the note on the table until it's every word was burned into his brain. It said:
 T am going to David. You would not give me the money to go with, so I have sold the spoops-they were
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Tyou= haven't any thing to contribute to our rummage sale? I thought that perhaps you might give some thing, and take a table. You know you haven't been to any of the church dofr0u ripcnD
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WAS a comical fellow and the first time we saw him was when he i'm serted his features, accompanied ty 8 two-bit smile. into our d e pa r t m @ nt one day recently and arrested our |, ,t<4-kl@ L
Free trader-journal and Ottawa fair dealer. (Ottawa, Ill.) 1920-1927, 1920-08-07
NOT so BAD AFTER ALL.

We should not be led to think that
we are the only country wherein
prices are continually raising. The
recent increase in freight and passen-
ger rates is very great, but they are
not comparable with the increase in
other countries.
Says the Santa Fe Magazine for Au-
gust; Since the war England has
raised freight rates RI per cent,
France l40 pc recent, Belgium 100 pei
cent, Italy 40 per cent, Holland 20 to
l40 per cent, Sweden 200 per cent,
Norway 100 per cent, besides enor-
nous increases in passenger rates ii
each of these countries
Freight rates in the United states
have increased less than 30 per cent
The British board Of trade, IA gov
eminent department, has investigated
transportation costs in a large part
of the world From its official jour-
nal we learn that passenger fares
have increased from 20 to so per cent
in France. There has been 1920
advance, sanctioned for one year only.
which makes the total increase in
France lac per cent Passenger rates
in most countries have increased from
so to 200 per cent.
Information from Russia cannot be
depended upon, but Il may be of inter
Free trader-journal and Ottawa fair dealer. (Ottawa, Ill.) 1920-1927, 1920-08-07
A MODERN MOLOCH.

While civilized populaces shudder
at the sacrifices which were made to
weird and grotesque gods in the name
OF religion only few centuries ago,
the same composed groups smusly
read the daily casualty list compiled
in the name of sport or of speed.
Were a sign post erected at the
scene of every fatal accident in La
Sale county, its thoroughfares would
be checkered with the ghoulish mock.
eryof the dead who gave up their lives
to satisfy the laws of gravity or Of
inertia.
The chances are that were such
drastic measures taken. that he Who
runs an automobile might read, he
would more forecfully step on the
juice" in order that the offensive dan
ger signals might not linger in his
memory.
A CHASTITY memorial was erected to
one La Sale county resident in the
warning signs which marked an un-
safe road, yet within stones throw
OF the tragedy second motorist Of
fered himself a living victim 10 the
eternal challenge Of unfamiliar roads.
Hundreds Of drivers who have ScOfiGd
at carelessness or neglect as they read
ola fatality, have been in their graves
before the first inquest was over.
Recklessness is reaping create
harvest than tuberculosis and La
Sale county is paying the price of dis.
regarded ordinances and unsuarded
roads in an almost daily toll OF human
life.
The ancients held an annual slaugh
ter in the name Of Moloch, horrid
king, besmeared with blood of human
sacrifice and parents tears" but the
enlightened twentieth century holdsI
daily parlance with the demons oil
death and fills their craws with the
victims of aVoidable accidents.
Free trader-journal and Ottawa fair dealer. (Ottawa, Ill.) 1920-1927, 1920-08-07
WILSON CONSIDERS
CALLING CONGRESS.
ON POLISH CRISIS.
HAS LONG CONFERENCE WITH
SECRETARY COLBY, CAUSING
BELIEF THAT UNITED STATES
FACES SERIOUS SITUATION.

Washington, Aug. a long confer
ence at the white house yesterday be.
tween President Wilson, Secretary OF
State Colby and Under Secretary
Davis gave rise to the belief that
American action in the Russo.Polsh
controversy was not lar Off,
Developments Of the highest impor-
lance, involving the part which Amer
lea may be called up to play in the
warfare between the two nations, Is
looked for mOmentarliy.
The President. fortified with all t'e
latest facts in the situation as re-
suit of the conference with the state
department officials, is believed to
be on the point of determining what
the policy Of the United States should
be and just what steps il should take.
if any, toward bringing the warfare
to a close
All participants in the cOntorcu e
are maintaining the utmost reticopce
regarding the subjects discussed.
1t is not denied at the state depart
ment, however, that the Polish situa-
ton was discussed in all its details
The latest cables received al the state
department bearing on the situation
were laid before the President
One of these cables, it is under
stood. advised the state department Cf
the serious danger threatening Persia.
where the soviet forces have pere-
trated to such an extent as TO endan-
ger the lives of allied and American