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she felt the tension in the atmos-
phere and saw the color growing or
Samson's cheeks.
"What was the matter, dear?" she
asked after the guests had gone.
ooh, nothing; nothing; l think II
go to bed" he said, "I'm tired"
\:
Ills room was on the court, anc
when he put the light out it was
SO dark that he could hardly make
out where the window was. For a
long time he lay awake, busy with
the plans that had burned in his
mind all day; but he went to sleep
at last. His next conscious act was
to wake with a start-to find that
Helen had stolen in and was lying
by his side in the dark, crying and
trying to hide it, as women have
tried to hide their tears from imme-
mortal ages.
"What's the matter?" he whis-
pered in alarm. Don't you feel
well?"
feel all right" she sobbed.
"Only-I'm frightened"
Enlightened at what?" he asked.
"Wait a minute. III put the light
on"
"No. Don't-don't. III be all
right again soon."
"But what frightened you?'
I-don't know. I think it's what
you said last night. If anything
happens to you-oh, Sammy, dear,
I'm afraid. What-what could hap
pen to you?"
|, "Nothing?" he quickly replied. eft
was slip Of the tongue; that's all"
"And you never told me-about
things going wrong DOWNTOWN"
What do you things go
ing wrong DOWNTOWN"
~ was down there to see you--but
you were out to lunch. My Dress
maker telephoned me her check had
been stopped-and thought I ought
to let you know"
Samson felt his check burn
against the pillow, and blessed the
darkness chat covered him.
you've had bad time down
there, haven't you?" she whispered.
"Not very pleasant" no answered
at last.
"And you never told mel"
II didn't want to worry you. 1t
waa tho war"
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SHE received as gracious
- ~, as became near roy->
atty, o7d began to talk about
the effects of different per-
fumes on the moods

OF different perfumes on the moods,
This was evidently what she wished
to be interviewed about. Her &C.
cent was perfect. Finally she said :
You must excuse-please. am what
you call handicap. I cannot al
ways express myself so we'll. I
cannot always sink how you saw it
here
Understand Milwaukcese
'Well,' we retorted, how did
they say it in Milwaukee? Speak
that if you like. We understand
Milwaukeese.'"
"Did you really say that?" said
the Sunday editor, beginning to look
interested.
"Let's see, did we? No, of course
that was one Of those clever things
we thought Of afterward. AS a
matter of fact, we just let her get
away with it, and she won't know
until she sees this, if she does, that
we know she could speak perfectly
good English if she wanted to-"
"What else?"
And thus encouraged, we con-
tinued:
"Not SO long ago we went to inter-
view an ardent young male star who
is afraid he may die or something
before he has had time to set the
world all right. According to him
people are wasting their lives unless
they are doing something that
really counts.
'Oh, the pity of it' he said in
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THE only aoord of taoo syl-
tables he kneaU 1Uas
"fUem,"

confront you. There are Adven-
lures in interviewing and Inter-
views With Famous People and
How to Become an Interviewer in
Ten Lessons. Fancy any one telling
you how to become an interviewer!
It's as Lionel Barrymore said about
acting: You either can or you
can't, and if you can't, why 60 and
do something else and forget it, for
you never can learn to act.
Free Tip to journalism Students
The secret Of being a successful
snterviewer, we believe, is not to in
terview the subject at all. Just put
him at his ease and let nature take
it's course.
Of course, you've got to like peo-
pie. in the first place, and to be
really interested in finding out what
they are like-and what is more fas-
cinating than the exploration Of
minds? Ever since we wrote our
first interview we have been actu.
ally jealous of any man in the Of
tee who was sent out to do an in
terview. We even wanted to 20 up
to meet the balloonists, Hinton, Far
rell and Kloor, only we remembered
how cold it is when you get north
of Poughkeepsie. But if any one
cares for the information, we will
guarantee within twenty-four hours
20 find out whether Mary Pickford
approves Of curls for the ingenue or
what Mayor Hylan's favorite morn
ing newspaper is or isn't.
All of this we repeated to the
Sunday editor, trying to instill in
his mind some of our own enthu-
siasm.
You know" we said breathlessly,
cts really a very popular subject.
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earth did you ever expect to get
$4,000 to pay for the axle
when you couldn't draw a dollar out
of the bank?"
Il don't know" he uneasily am
swered. "That's what was worry.
ing me-
They looked at each other, and in
the depths of his eyes Helen dimly
OWNED the road to Avernus which
he had been travelling. "And all
for me- she thought with a quick
ening sense OF love for the troubled
looking old boy who was standing
before her.
'Do you really think it's worth
S10,00O?" she asked.
Worth it?" he asked in a long
ing voice. "Why, L could turn right
around and sell it for fifty thousand
tomorrow"
you're sure?"
CAS- sure as I am that I love youv'
Then wait moment, dear"
She ran to her room and came
back with the miniature steel trunk,
about as large as a good-sized build
ing brick, which served her as Jewel
case.
"Now!' she said. "How much
did yon pay for this pearl neck
lace?v
"six thousand. But if you think
for minute"--
"And how much for the BRACE
let?"
Fifteen hundred. But look
here, Helen"-
"And know the rings are worth
three or four thousand more" She
scooped the lot back into the minia-
ture trunk.
'There" she said. "You take
these, and either sell them or raise
money on them. And if that isn't
enough, We'll sell the furniturel And
If that isn't enough"-
But Samson would listen no
longer.
mo, sir" he said, and clasped
his hands behind his back. II
wouldn't let you do that for me-not
for all the money in the world"
"But what if it wasn't for you?"
she half laughed, half cried.
ut makes no difference, honey. /
wouldn't do it for you, either"
"hut what If it wasn't for either
az ng7n
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the other day, and if she hasn't start
ed it III stop her"
Before she left she kissed him with
a tenderness that she had never
shown before, and it struck Samson
that although they had known each
other since she had been a baby they
were still strangers in many things.
81 wonder if any man ever really
knows his wife-or understands
her." he asked himself. "Takc last
night, for instance, and the night be-
fore. I was trying to think of some
way to get that $10,000-and what
was she thinking of? l didn't know
her thoughts any more than she
knew mine"
His wonder at this vas over
whelmed by warmer feeling.
what queen she isl" he thought.
perhaps that's what women are for
TO keep things straight. If 1 had
not been such a fool in the first
place! But all the same" he added,
his fears returning, ''it isn't over yet.
We've got to get things cleared up
before we can get away"
The ringing Of the telephone bell
broke in upon his thoughts.
Mr. De Vincent cal]inc"
Samson reflected for a moment,
and then he nodded as though he
might have been saying to himself:
"Here is one thing, at least, that
can be cleared up"
"Send him up" he said.
If you had been there while Sam
son was waiting for the visitor you
might have noticed that he was
breathing deeply-for he had an in
stinctive feeling that one of the
great moments Of his life was near
at hand, to be handled with such
sublime assurance as might come to
him. The doorbell rang.
"Come!" cried Samson, and drew
deeper breath than ever.
Footsteps approached down the
long hall, and presently De Vincent
appeared.
Good morning." said Simpson.
Good morning" said the other
stiff1y.
"How's our little Bolshevist to-
day? Broadway going TO run blood
this afternoon7"
De Vincent stared at him. "What
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1t wouldn't have worried me half as
much as this. And you've been sc
different yesterday and to-day anc
-and-oh, Sammy, Pm 'fraid-I'n
'fraid."
Her sobs frightened him.
"Wait," he said. "I'll get you a
glass of water"
"No; don't. Don't CO. Her
arms were around him then, and she
was crying as though her heart
would break, her wet checked pressed
against his, even as she had cried
and held him so many years before
when he was about to leave the
farm to make his fortune in that
distant city which was now their
home.
After while she was able to
speak again. "Do you-do you love
me?" she asked him.
His answer left her in no doubt
of that.
"And will you do something to
please me?"
"There's nothing / wouldn't do!'
Then let's leave all this-and 20
back to the farm for a time. This
oh, don't know-it's beginning
to taste bitter, and l don't want to
be rich-only happy. Don't you?"
"If you were only happy" he told
her from the bottom of his heart, 81
wouldn't want anything else in the
world"
"There. Then it's settled. And
that axle business and everything
else-we'll just forget it ever hap
pened." She drew a deep breath.
ooh, l do feel better now," she said.
"And in the morning we'll both start
packing and get away just as soon
as we can"
AT BREAKFAST next morning
they discussed ways and means.
With the little ready money they had
Samson soon saw that they owed
much more than they could pay. AS
nearly always happens, the plan
which had seemed clear to him In the
dark now became obscure In the light.
For some reason which he couldn't
understand, Helen was surc that
they could manage somehow,
II must run down first and soc the
dresamaker, though" she said, II
4 l. 4 4
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"Y ou Never Know Your Wife"

"Gone to Lunch-Back at l." was
Enthusiastically in his writing. At the
corner of Broadway she had caught
sight of the marble facade of the
Exporters National Bank, and act
ing upon impulse she had gone in to
inquire why payment had been
stopped on the check.
It was 6 o'clock when Samson
came home, his eyes brighter than
Helen had ever seen them, an un-
accustomed spot of color on each of
his cheeks. Old Man Caution had
been right. When you start to use
some one else's money-when you
start to tear up the Ten Command
ments and rewrite the New Testa-
ment-every step you take leads you
deeper into the swamp. Samson
hadn't planned every detail yet, but
he had gone far enough to know
where the road was taking him-to
know that if his foot slipped by the
| least fraction Of an inch he would
never be able IT, get out of the mire.
IL won't bother him before din
ner," thought Helen, her heart sink
ing at the prospect. "There's plenty
Of time"
1t was one Of their company nights.
De Vincent came for dinner and later
a number of friends dropped in for
conversation and cards. Helen
served refreshments and as sort of
piece de resistance De Vincent light
ed a Japanese incense holder and
read his latest poem. "Oh, That Love
Could Be Untrammeled
Always before Samson had list
ened in silence, but this night when
the applause was finished and Helen
had gone into the kitchen for more
sandwiches, he had few slight
words Of criticism to offer.
"Don't you think" he asked the
author, "that lot Of modern poetry
is Just plain smut?"
"Some minds might find it so,"
said Do Vincent in stiff surprise.
Samson's reply came quick as a
blow.
my mind finds It so," he said.
"That thing which you've just read,
for instance, that free love business
instead Of burning a Joss stick
you ought to burn a fumieating
candle ard sprinkle chloride around
tho premises. II you'll pardon mo
III open the windows.v
4uy1- Nx~e~- ...ls~..<A 4. ~. &c.,.
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"What do you think I mean?"
''Not being an alienist, couldn't
tell you"
Samson felt that the sword play
of repartee might turn against him.
and he promptly picked up the same
honest old club that Abner would
have chosen.
"No," he said, 'you're not an
alienist. You're a crook"
"Who's a crook?'
You're crook. And you nearly
made me one too-you and your
rotten teachings. And now let me
tell you something: the next time
you come in that doorway you'll 90
out lot quicker than you came in. "
Who'll make me-"
81 will"
"Do you think you could?v
"l'll show you, if you like" Sam
son stepped closer and pointed to
the door. Get OUT" he said.
AS De Vincent stepped backward
his walking stick chanced to ran
Samson on the side of his knee.
The next moment Samson's fist had
doubled into a formidable missile
and had started to travel. 1t GER
talnly struck beautiful blow. De
Vincent went down, his head strik
ing the floor with a hollow sound,
and when he finally assumed a sit
ting position, he was too concerned
in holding his handkerchief to his
nose and counting his teeth with the
tip of his tongue to think Of fur
ther combat.
"Get up!" said Samson sternlv.
1t was another Anthony speaking
to Old Gooseberry the day after the
great temptation-and there was
something in his voice which quickly
brought De Vincent to his feet.
And now get out!"
At the end of the hall De Vim
cent found his voice.
II could have you arrested for
this!" he called out over, his
shoulder.
Samson took quick step toward
him. but the door slammed. and Da
Vincent had gone.
WHEN Helon returned a few min
utes later. a puzzling thought
had evidently been running through
her mind. n
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THERE aras the young
x ramp acho acas detect
ed ln The oct Of feeding q goat
ont of q bottle

portant young man who tried to
make US discuss prohibition pro
while he delivered the con. We re-
fused to be serious, and finally he
said: by jove, I'd like to see this
interview when it is finished. Won
der what it will be like. What if
I should write my impression of
you! And if you have the privilege
of coming here and saying what
you think of me. why haven't I the
same privilege?' ?''
What did you say?" asked the
S. E. eagerly.
"Why, I only said, is it privi-
lege? But after I got outside I
said: Why, you poor, misguided
young man, if my press agent had
written to you every day for the
last month, as yours did, asking for
ar interview, you would have that
privilege
The Namp and the Goat
"And then there is the blonde and
beautiful dramatic olive who said to
us as we were about to depart in
peace: Let me see. You're on The
Journal, aren't you?' What we
should have said to her, if we had
thought of it in time, was, of
course, dearie. Don't you remem-
ber the swell interview we did with
you when you were playing in those
Keystone Comedies?'
"And then there was the affected
young vampire who refused to be
natural even when she was caught
with the goods. We went to the
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sCcntinued from preceding page)
People get run over and things like
hat"
But still she looked at him with
nunded eyes.
It's so funny" she said, "to hear
lur talk so. You've never been afraid
q accidents before-have you?"
No, and I've never had a million
collars so close before"
Perhaps that's it," she said, az
anch to herself as to him, but if you
20 been there I think you would
AVE caught the lingering doubt in
n voice.
-ls it going to take a dreadful lot
q money, dear-this new business?"
he asked.
Not a great deal. Ten Thousand
aeiiars down--and then shall make
= arrangement with some big
nnfacturer to put them on the
asfxet and either pay me royalty
. percentage on each one sold"
see," said Helen, though truth
2 tell, much of this was Greek to
M But something happened the
1zs morning which was plain
sacugh.
4 called you up about that check
.uen you gave me last week." her
sssnaker telephoned. II didn't
posit it until the day before yes
lsrday, and my bank has just told
mat payment has been stopped.
san you tell ne the reagon?"
40, can't" said Helen. "But
s. md out and let you know"
somehow--she herself couldn't
re told you why--this vaguely
20 IN With her fears Of the night
ssfore.
81. KNOW what I'll do," she thought.
q nm downtown TO rec him, and
~ W can have lunch together"
VAS II o'clock when she started
at--as gay and a. pretty q pic
. ~ a you would have found In all
s1 York that day. At 2:3o she
sed--the same Helen who had
.sd out few hours before, but
hcw changed!
epe had traced Samson from his
!. on'ces & tn ths Foreign Exchange
eng 70 the dsskroona which he
noy cceupyfnx in the dingy old
nidinE There ~, had
H1|r7@ ...x - a
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studio one day to interview her and
found her feeding a small black ard
white goat out of a bottle. Both
the donor and the recipient were
apparently enjoying it. When she
saw US she said, 'Therese, take the
horrid creature away! How did it
get in here?' What a nice pet
we said. 'Oh, no. she replied. 'Hor-
rid. It isn't my goat. It is the
property's mans goat Now what
chance to say, Well, no wonder
you get the property mans goat.
And you may put mine along with
it. But did we? We did not. You
can't talk like that to the original
vamp who put the sin in cinema
She wouldn't understand. She never
could understand.
The Two-Syilable Actor
"And then there was the perfectly
horrid man who wrote to us and said
would we please come to his studio
and interview one of his stars; that
we had neglected him, and so on. So
we, always striving to please, went
to get the desired interview. When
we got there ne insisted on giving
the interview himself, because, he
said his star had no sense of The fit
ness of things. Of course, he didn't
express it just that way. What he
said was, He don't talk so good for
the newspaper like me- How we
longed to say, OF course. The only
word Of two syllables that he knows
is fillem.' But we didn't. We said,
You're quite right, my dear man.
Giving out interviews is a greater
art than getting them
"But, OF course, these are isolated
cases. Usually we think of a lot of
clever things in time to say them.
Shall we write about them?"
"No," said our Sunday editor
firmly. write about the isolated
cases
New-York tribune., 1921-01-30
OH THE pity of it, he sad "IVhy do people spend their
time doing useless things?'

panied voice. why do they spend
their time doing worthless things?'
"'My dear young man, we said
consolingly, isn't it a good thing
for you that they do? Else how
would they. ever get a chance to see
your pictures?'"
"You didn't say that?"
Next-Day Repartee
eyes, we did, but not until the
next day, when we thought of it.
And there is the beautiful young
actress who is playing bits while she
is waiting for some manager to dis
cover her. We went to interview
her. She should have talked about
clothes, for she is notably we'll
dressed; but would she do it? She
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What do you mean?" he asked.
"Oh, Samson! Can't you guess?"
Not for the life of him could he
guess; and he showed it by his won
dering, stubborn expression.
"What did you think / wanted
car for yesterday" she asked,
land place out in the country
and all those other things I asked
you for?"
But even then he couldn't guess,
and so at last she had to tell him
not in set phrases, nor in.treble nor
alto, but quite in the immemorial
manner. And when she was through
he still stood there, still smiling and
listening, his gaze far away as
though, let us say, he was watching
The far-off flight of a stork-far, far
Off but Enthusiastically headed in his
neutrality-suspicious. that same old
stork with which my story opened.
now grown to be an older, wiser bird.
"Aren't-aren't you glad?" she
whispered, stepping back and look
ing up at him with eyes like stars.
"Glad?" he cried. "Gladw
He advanced upon her with arms
opened like travelling hayfork. and
there for the present we will leave
him-the most dangerous part of his
pilgrimage over, the most wonderful
yet to come.
WE are not quite through with
Abner, though.
II hear Samson's come home" said
his next-door neighbor one morning.
"Yep-come home last night, him
and Helen. Going to fix the old
place up and settle dotn for q
while"
Going farming?"
Farming? Heb! You'd think m
Eph, if you seen the check that Z
seen last night" He took caution.
look toward the house and then vhi~
pered in his neighbours ear.
"No!" gasped Eph.
"Uh-huh!" said Abner, unmoved.
"Allus said he'd. do it. Seen it in
him. Why, the very day that bow
was born old Doc Chase he said to
me: 'Abner,' said he, this amt no
ordinary baby you've got here. This
here is the fature President Of the
United States of America, and gosh.
he'u make q fyand ona Z y
Martinsburg journal. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1920-1977, 1921-07-19
SUE SHERIFF
FOR S1OO,OOO

A suit for 100000 against S. B.
Jarrett, former sheriff and his bond
ing company, the National Surety
company of New York, has been en-
tered in the circuit court at Charles
ton by the state OF West Virginia
acting for the Kanawha county
court to recover funds alleged to
have been embezzled by former
Deputy Sheriff w. F. Sneed, who is
under indictment for the taking of
$76, 76746 of the county's funds.The
suit for 100000 is to recover debt
and damages said to have followed
the alleged embezzlement.
Martinsburg journal. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1920-1977, 1921-07-19
BUS DRIVER ALLEGED TO
HAVE BEEN FLEECED BY A
YOUNG CLARKSBURG WOMAN

Harrisonburg, Va, July 19.--Har.
risonburg police and the operators
Of bus line plying between this
city and Winchester were non-plus-
sed by a young woman who came
to Harrisonburg over the bus line
and, it is alleged cleverly stuck"
the operators of the line for 500.
The woman also eluded the efforts
of the police to apprehend her for
the Martinsburg (W. Va police in
connection with the theft Of trav.
cling bag, containing a mans cloth
ing valued at $135.
She registered at hotel here as
Miss Helen Conway, Clarksburg, w.
Va. When she came to pay her fare
for her trip on the bus she present
cd tho operator with a $40 bill
and his brother managed to raise
the change, amounting to $3.50.
That evening one of the brothers
asked the other for "the $50 bill
that woman gave you"
why, she gave it to you, didn't
she?" the other inquired. 1t appear
ed from the statements of the broth
ers that neither had received the
bill.
She left the following morning
for Stanton. shortly after which
the Harrisonburg chief Of police
was called on the long-distance tel
ephone by the Martinsburg CIV. Va.)
officials, asking that the woman's
baggage be searched. The chief OF
police sent the word on to the
Staunton police, where the woman
was intercepted and her baggage
searched. The travelling bag, alleg.
ed to have been stolen was not
found, and the police were compel
led to release the woman.
Martinsburg journal. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1920-1977, 1921-07-19
CRAZED LOVER
SHOOTS AND
HANGS SELF

Crazed by jealousy, Samuel Bow
man, 38 years old, lay in wait at the
home of Mr.. and Mrs. Ira Eichel
berger, at Krentler's Schoolhouse
two miles south Of Hanover, Pa
When their daughter, Mrs. Minnie
Resi-, q years old, widow, and
Emanuel NJ. Rohrbaugh, 26 years
old, returned home at 1920 O'Clock
last night, Bowman opened fire with
a double-barrelled shotgun. Rohr-
baugh was so badly wounded that
he died seven hours later, and Mrs
Resi- was seriously injured.
Bowman then fed to the home OF
his parents, Mr.. and Mrs. Samuel
Bowman. a half mile distant, and
shot and then hung himself.
Martinsburg journal. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1920-1977, 1921-07-19
20 MILLION
STARVING IN
POOR RUSSIA

Twenty millions persons are on
the verge Of starvation in drought
stricken sections Of Russia, subsist-
ing mainly on moss, grass and the
bark of trees, according to the Voss-
iche Zeitung, Berlin, which quotes
information from reliable Russian
sources"
Refugees are reported to be pour
ing into Moscow and Petrograd by
thousands and to be fleeing hope
lessly In every direction.
The parched earth, 1t is asserted,
ID opening up great crevices and
wells and rivers are drying up. Foil
age has withered on the trees and a
number OF villages are reported On
fire.
All cattle In the stricken districts
have been slaughtered to provide
food, but 1t Is believed impossible TO
avert a catastrophe unless food is
received from outside sources.