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The Washington times., 1921-10-19
BY Irma Flicker Drenning

"RlMLY business-like and styl-
ishly correct, from low
heeled oxfords and tailored
suit to the simple black-onyx ring
on a slim little finger. Margaret
Manners briskly spooned her
grape fruit, her alert, amused
glance travelling alternately from
wrist watch TO the pinkly-exasper-
ated face of her neglige-ed and
highly decorative mother.
But mother" argued her daugh-
ter, blithely, consider the two
raises and the promise OF a third.
As Mr.. Barker himself said: 1T is
initiative and resourcefulness we
need in this country, and particu-
larly in the oil business And
believe me or not, mother-o mine,
your daughter has enough of both
qualities to land just about any.
thing she wants"
Mrs. Manners quivered with
feeling. "It is a pity you would
marvellous powers on making the
most OF your birthright, of your
unusual opportunities. Here you
are. twenty y-five"-
And not a single matrimonial
nibble," finished her daughter un-
perturbed. "and what Is worse. re-
fusing to waste an evening at some
stupid dance to meet a more stupid
and conceited mani
mo affair that Mrs. Smythe-
Wells gives is stupid" hotly, land
It is poor policy to sneer at her
nephew, who Is certain to inherit
her fortune. He is every bit your
equal. Why, he even had his pic.
ture in the paper as guest of honor
at the affair to be held tonight"
That night the Manners motor
drove up before the South Shore
Country Club when the dancing was
already at full toddle. In the long
dressing room Margaret skilfully
eluded her mother, at tete-a.tete with
a resplendent dowager, slipped out OF
n half-open French window, and hug
ging the building came to stop in
which strategic position the entire
sunken ballroom was visible. Her
glance swept the dancers, found the
object of its search and thereafter
for an hour hovered close in that in.
dividuals proximity.
Suddenly she leaned forward hold.
ing her breath, then stealthily made
her way across terraces, mysterious
and luminous in the pale light OF the
high.riding moon; past the benches
Of marble sheltering clandestine low.
ers, down the broad sweep of white
stone stairs to the sand.
She walked briskly along tho
beach, past strolling dancers, un.
I'll her sharp eyes discovered
shadowy black figure some distance
ahead At that instant a match
flared and, held In a cupped hand
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skin, and glanced down at the
scar.
"Oh. THAR she said.
"What made 1T" ne repeated.
~ let a hot curlingiron fall
there"
IL seemed a deep scar from 80
trivial a cause. Swayed by an Inn
pulse which was still impersonal,
he reached out and ran an explora-
tive finger along the blemish on
so perfect a plane. Many a time,
In much the same manner. he has
thumbed roughness out OF his
modelling clay. II surprised him
10 find how cool and firm her flesh
was.
Don't do that"
Her command was so sharp.
with a little intake Of the breath,
as she uttered II, that II startled
him. She drew away as Storrow's
puzzle glance rose to her face.
She was still staring at him, with
slightly widened eyes, as she sank
into her chair.
A Good Samaritan.
The two of them sat there In
silence, for several moments.
studying each other across the mar
row table that stood between them.
Then the girl, with a vague trouble
on her lowered brow, resumed her
eating OF cheese and crackers.
Storrow ate slowly. oddly sobered.
with a more tempered drone Of music
in his ears. Yet her half-diffident
shoulder shrug, as she licked the
cheese crumbs from her fingers, did
not escape him.
"I can't help wondering" she
finally said as she sat back In her
chair. why you don't do things
of real men and women; If you're
going to be a sculptor. Haven't
you wanted tor"
Storrow seemed glad Of that ex-
cursion into a side issue.
"Yes; but you can't get models
in the country / came FROM he
explained.
This seemed incredible to her.
There must be models" she ven
tured, wherever there are men and
women"
mot up in Chamboro," he aver
red.
What's Chamboro?" she asked.
That's where / fitted up an old
barn as a studio" he explained to
her, spurred into candor by her
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TO THE VICTOR
A CHARMING LITTLE LOVE STORY

to a cigarette, disclosed a strong,
clean-Cut profile.
Immediately Margaret developed
limp. and coming forward slow
ly called out in low voice:
Jimmy, lend a hand: I've turned
my ankle"'
The tall figure hurried forward.
"I-Inm not Jimmy" said a deep,
pleasant voice, but II l can be
of assistance"- He tossed aside
his cigarette, slipped a firm hand
beneath her arm and led her to
marble bench.
Thank you so much" she muir
INJURED politely. Don't let me
keep YOU"
Il say. do you mind II ! sit
down here until Jimmy comes?" he
asked eagerly. She moved over,
laughed again, and so the ice was
broken.
II suppose l really ought to go
in and meet the crown prince" she
said reluctantly, after three dances
had passed. You see, I'm really
here in the hope of dazzling the
paragon and making a match. I'm
twenty-five. without a single pros
pect, and poor mother is sick and
weary. Still, our ,honored nephew
need not worry about my wiles:
when l marry a man II will never be
his kind. I want a real man, am
bilious, honorable, not his type, the
kind my sisters married earnestly
"But-how can you judge this
man when you have never seen
him?" he demonstrated. I've heard
that he is a very senous man, deter
mined to make his own way in the
world, in spite of his aunt. Fact is,
| know how he has risked his all
on some oil leases
"On leases? Why, that is in my
line Of work. Where-when?"
And 80 they plunged again into
conversation 80 fascinating that be.
fore they were aware of il the strains
of Home, Sweet Home" was waited
down to them and brought them both
to their feet
He was the first to spcak--in n
low, intense voice. This has been
one Of the greatest pleasures OF
my life. When may 1t be re.
peated?'
"why, why" faltred Margaret,
i'm confusion, 1--WE haven't even
been introduced" Frankly, like
boy. she extended her hand. My
name IL Margaret Manners"
He took It in strong grasp.
"Mine-mine is Richard Wells
the detested nephew"
"Oh, how. terrible! Why didn't
you
He held her hand tightly. Mar
garet, at what time does your of.
flee close?"
Five" weakly.
"I'n he there at quarter off,
And both having their eyes on
the gates opening to Paradise, both
were totally unaware of the fact
that Margaret had recovered mirac.
ulously from her twisted ankle.
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casual acceptance OF such things
but still thick-tongued from the
beaded amber liquid that had come
out OF the tumbler beside him.
81 wanted to do life studies. l
knew / had to do 'em. There was
a young girl up there, a girl OF
about eleven or twelve. half Will.
/ wanted TO do her in clay. 30 l
went to her mother about II. They
were a shiftless lot, but she was
glad enough OF the money. Sitting
around while / worked, though,
seemed TO get on her nerves, so the
third day she sent the youngster to
my studio alone"
He laughed as he came to a stop.
But 1t was not a mirthful laugh.
What happenedf" demanded the
girl across the table.
"A couple OF elderly maiden ladies
who were collecting for the Social
Purity League happened to look In
and see that youngster as I'd posed
her there. She was naked, OF course,
with a side twist of the skinny torso
that made me feel I'd be a second
Robin II / could only catch it,"
go on" she prompted out Of the
ensuing silence.
THE two maiden ladies carried
the news OF what they'd seen in to
the village. Then about all Chani-
boro came back. They came in a
regular posse.
"what'd they do?" she demanded
as he came to a stop for the second
time.
A Sad Ending.
They burned down the barn, for
one thing. 1t was their original in
tention, 1 understand, to tar and
feather me-but they didn't quite
succeed in that. 1t left me mark
ed man, though. as far as Cham
boro's concerned. So l swung back
to the wild animal stuff, and went
up over the Height Of Land, up be-
yond Abbitibi, TO study my subjects"
The girl leaned slightly forward,
with one hand grasping each side
of the table in front Of her, her lips
slightly parted. bewilderment in her
staring eyes.
do you mean to say" she slowly
intoned, that they thought you'd
done something wrong?"
He was able to laugh at her
amazement, an unmoderated laugh
in which she was finally able to join
him.
You poor boy" She said, sud
The Washington times., 1921-10-19
THE RHYMING OPTIMIST
BY Aline Michaelis

house, that's sure. If no wizard can
fashion a cure for the powerful spell
no mere man can dispel when nine-
ty-eight cents is the lure. My Ma
tilda has dresses and shoes that no
man with his eyesight would choose;
but she's sure to explain with her
ancient refrain: They were too
good bargain to lose" If l chance
to remark, Dear, take care; we
must cut down expense every
where" she is certain to say, "I'll go
shopping today; there's a bargain
sale on at the Fair" Oh, whether
she needs things or not, Matilda is
right on the spot, buying goods bv
the bale at each bargain sale.
For" says she, II am saving lot!'
And I pray when at last 7 go hence
from this planet of care and expense
I can dwell on some sphere where
year after year there's no bargain at
ninety-eight cents"'
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Ninetu-eiqht Cents.

w "aS sale think Of SSs; my purse
and grow pale, for l haven't
a doubt she will buy the store out in
spite of my heartrending wall. But
/ know 1t is useless to frown, for
when Wife sees hat or a gowr or
a fine shopping.bag she is caught II
the tag bears the magical legend,
marked down. Though a frock
may be all out of date, she declares
that fact carries no weight: pre-
pare for the worst when she reads
Fifty" first, then: "On sale. forty.
nine.ninety-eight"' In the midst OF
nv fear and alarm l longingly think
of the farm where II takes lots of
speed to fight weevil and weed, but
where "ninety-eight cents" does no
harm. l am bound for he poor
The Washington times., 1921-10-19
AdUice to the
LOUeLOrn
BY Beatrice Fairfax.
II Years Difference.
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:


About year ago l met a
man thirty-eight whom / have
grown to love. My mother objects
to my going about with him on
account of his age. Do you believe
a girl Of twenty-one can be happy
with a man seventeen years her
senior, IL his character is sterling
and he has always treated her
with the utmost consideration and
generosity that she finds she can
not get accustomed to any one
else? Do you think her mother is
justified in her objections?
introduced him to the family
and my brxher and father think
he is fine, and my mother has no
personal objection to him. r. X.
No one can promise you any
" thing in a situation like this.
Your mothers doubts are logical,
but the facts don't always bear
them out. When two people really
love and understand each other,
the greatest difference in age
and viewpoint may not count
against their happiness. But the
man you love belongs practically to
the generation ahead of you. Dc
you feel that you will be able to live
together happily in the give and
take OF everyday life?
The Washington times., 1921-10-19
But who is Krassler?"

But who is Krassler?"
Hes the man who was just up
here trying to presume on his privi-
legs"
His privileges?" repeated Stor-
row.
Tories Career.
He's a third-rate producer who
seems to think l ought to kotow to
him because he's promised me a
part in one of this third-rate plays
was her apparently diffident answer,
But there were a few plain truths
coming to him-and l guess he got
them"
Then you're-you're an actressY"
ventured Storrow, with stress on
that all-explanatory word which she
seemed to resent.
About as much as you're sculp-
tor" she retorted. by way of pun
ishment for that demonstrated pro-
vincial Interpretation Of her call
ing. Then as she famed herself
with a ragged edged palm-leaf she
explained:
She had worked" her first year
in an English pony chorus, and then
had a SHOW girl part in THE
Rialto Widow" and at the begin
ming of the summer was doing an
eccentric dance in THE Grapevine
Girls" when she slipped and broke
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down at It without either appetite
or enthusiasm. Then he reme'n
bs-ed that it was wet. and that his
throat was dry.
He sat there, big with a desire
to talk, yet with the habit of a
lifetime shouldering him back into
his Scotch mist of reicence. He
seemed satisfied to watch the white
skinned girl moving about behind
a thin veil OF mystery. That newer
mood OF his seemed to give a warrNI
red to her lips.
What made the scar" he sud
denly asked, looked at her bare
shoulder. She drew in her chin,
with a side.twist of the head that
brought creases in the satiny neck
The Washington times., 1921-10-19
Widely Known Lecturer and Author
and a National Authority on
Juvenile Problems.

TN congested business district
OF a large city stands a COM
- modious church building and
here hundreds of children assem-
BILE at $50 every Sunday morning
for a happy party. Although in
church where some would think the
atmosphere too sacred to permit of
even loud talk, these lively boys and
girls laugh, sing, romp and perform
about as hilariously as they would at
any week day party.
1t is the preliminary of Sunday
School. The teachers and officers
are all there. holding a kind Of in
formal reception, jesting with the
older ones and otherwise making
merry.
Now, there is a signal and all
hurry into large, darkened room
where a Biblical movie is ready to
start. 1t is an enticing little drama
representing one OF the stirring
scenes Of the Old Testament. 1t
was easily observed that the child
dren were taking their "show" seri-
ously and not as a sugar-coated
moral fed to them via the movies.
Later, a round trip through the
many Sunday school class rooms
proved that the Bible lessons also
were being brought into the same
vital relations to the child's inter-
est as the play. I'VE have discov-
cred the secret of a big attend
ance, and that is to make the Sun.
day school a place of genuine hap
piness for all who come.
Children are naturally merry and
playful Sunday as well as every
other day. So we give them their
chance. BY this method our school
has recently been built up from
The Washington times., 1921-10-19
BY Arthur Stringer,
(Well-known Novelist and Author
of Countrywide Reputation.

kkNyoU heard that?" Torrie ask
ed, after a moment OF silent
staring out through the open
window. She spoke wit hassumed
unconcern, but there was reckless
ness beneath II.
81 couldn't help hearing some or
It," Storrow acknowledged, by this
time the more uncomfortable or
the two. IL hadn't intended to-.
The apologetic note in his voice
seemed TO puzzle her. She looked at
him with clearing eyes. Then she
laughed little, though still with
q touch OF recklessness.
1--WE both seem to be having our
troubles today" she said, with a
listless push at her tumbled crown
OF hair.
"I'm afraid I've been the cause
OF yours" he deprecated. He made
note of her upward glance toward
what had once been his own win
dow. He forced a laugh, to make
light of his own predicament,
oh. I'm barred up there. They
thought I'd given up my room;
they've put a woman in it,"
She noticed his movements as he
lifted his sodden handkerchief up
TO his mouth, for his grimace Of
forced mirth had started his bruised
lip bleeding again. Her face grew
suddenly serious. She did not speak.
But, after a moment of two of med
itation, she held the soiled curtain
back.
Trouble All Around.
1t was clearly a signal for him TO
come in through the window. His
hesitation did not escape her.
''Are you afraid?" she demanded.
mot for myself" he exclaimed.
"Then for what?"
For you," he protested. But even
as he spoke he lowered himself in
through the window.
THE worst has happened" she
said with acidulated levity. He no.
ticed, the next moment, that she
was pointing towards his wilted COL
lar and. tie. still resting on her dres-
ser top. He saw those"
'"Who saw them?" asked Stor-
row, coloring in spite of himself.
THAT man Krassler," she said
with a shrug.
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THE STORY SO FAR.

Owen Storrow, a young
sculptor, comes to New
York from Canada to try
to perfect himself in his
art and to secure the ad-
vantages of study and in
Struction. From his room
in a cheap hotel he sees on
a fire-eScape a charming
girl, barefooted, drying her
hair, watching a man fight
ing with his wife. The girl
cries out indignant protest,
and the man looks up and
calls her a name that rouses
the fury of Storrow. He
Scurries down and does bat
tie with the man, finally
overcomes him, and, bruised
and bleeding, makes his
way back, is stopped by
the girl, who gives him
water.
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The Story of Young Man Who Goes to New York Hoping to
t Win His Way to Fortune Sculptor

her ankle. IL broke with a sound
like a pistol-shot, she told him, and
they had to carry her off" II had
laid her up nealy all summer. and
she had been sitting there for two
months, with the city as empty as
a wilderness. And II was that man
Krassler. as much as anything, who
had kept her waiting there, for he
had promised her a speaking part
in "The Silent Singer"-and now the
whole applicant was over.
"Youre hungry, aren't your" she
asked There was appeal In the
easy companionability OF that ques-
ton.
mo" he acknowledged. But
am thirsty. | could drink gallon!"
She crossed to the telephone and
sent an order for ice-water down
TO the office. Then she set up "A
small collapsible table, spread fresh
towel across its top, and lifted the
lid of the steel-bound trunk on the
trunk she took out a tin box OF bis
cults. a marmalade jar and a pot
of cream cheese. When the bell boy
arrived with the ice-water she met
him at the door with her stoneware
pitcher. with careless Thank
you, Jake" as the broken ice ratified
from it's granite container. Then she
shut the door and locked 1t.
Don't drink that" she said. in
tercepting Storrow as he stepped
forward to take the pitcher from
the table She crossed to the bath
room and produced two tumblerr.
which she wiped on a face-towel.
She next appeared with a bottle
wrapped in a wet cloth, a bottle
not unlike an Indian club in shape.
The care with which she handled
this piqued Storrow's curiosity rs
her fingers lifted bits OF broken ice
from the pitcher and dropped them
into the glasses.
i've two OF these left from Pan.
ME Atwill's party" she explained as
she took up the bottle again. un-
swathed it. twisted the lead.foil from
it's neck and inserted a buttonhook
under its wiring. Then with her
strong white fingers she began work
ing at the cork. turning the bottle
about as she pushed on it's swollen
cap.
The liquid from the opened hot
tie bubbled pleasantly as it was
poured into the tumblers.
The Washington times., 1921-10-19
This Day In Our HistOrv.

THIS is the anniversary of the surrender of Lord
Cornwalls, at Yorktown, in 1871 The British
general gave up 7247 soldiers to Washington ending
the revolution and insurng the colonies freedom.
The Washington times., 1921-10-19
Proud Professors.

I'm ancient DAYS professors were too proud" to take
= wages and depended on gifts from pupils for exist
! nee The Emperor Vespasian the first to es-
iablsh state-paid education, about A. D. oS
The Washington times., 1921-10-19

IN HE October bride returning
from her honeymoon asks,
- How shall L furnish my
The Morgan County press. (Wartburg, Tenn.) 1916-1926, 1921-08-12

warding remittance, from Nashville,
based upon a payroll recently SUBJ
mitted, the State Auditor commu-
nicates the protest of the State De-
partment of Highways against items
OF $6. 90 per day for hire Of team
and driver with wagon. He advises
that in practically all the counties
in this State teams with drivers, for
road work, are being procured for
from $500 to $500 per day; he is
sues notice that, hereafter, the team
hire of this county shall not exceed
$500 perday on pay-rolls submitted.
This brings the matter to an alb
solute focus; therefore, waving any
and all argument, I give notice, on
behalf of this Commission, that,
hereafter, no warrants will be pro-
cured. nor pay-rolls submitted to
the Department of Highways. on
basis othef than SOC PER HOUR,
FLAT, for TEAM AND DRIVER,
with WAGON or PLOW.
At innumerable points in this
county the rate for team hire is so
cents per hour, and NOT so much
per day. What is fair. and satisfac-
tory in this connection to the citi.
s,of any section of the county
should be adjudged equitable
throughout the entire county.
Arrangement to conform to the
within ruling of the Commission,
rendered imperative under press of
circumstances, will not only abate
existing comment regarding vary
ing rate for team hire. and elimi-
nate confusion, but will promote
Faithfully yours,
MORGAN Co., ROAD COMMISSION,
BY w. T. WALTON. SUPT.
8-12, 2t.
The Morgan County press. (Wartburg, Tenn.) 1916-1926, 1921-08-12

oe Nance was born at Somerset,
KY, August II, 1886. at which
place he resided with his parents
until they moved to Morgan County
August 1st, 1909, he joined the
regular army, serving continuously
in the army of his country for eight
years. July 1917, he went over sea
and served with the American Elk
peditionary Force in France; was
killed in action in the battle of St.
Miheil, September 18th, 1918 fight.
ing for his country and his God.
He was first buried in Flander Field;
but at the request of his parents.
was removed and finally entered in
Lancing Cemetery August End, 1921
He leaves father, w. B. Nance, a
step mother, five brothers and five
sisters as we'll az 10000, 900 Amer
lean citizens to mourn his death.
The Morgan County press. (Wartburg, Tenn.) 1916-1926, 1921-08-12
Highway Meeting at
Somerset, KY.

The Governor of Kentucky, Ed
win P. Morrow. has called a great
highway meeting at Somerset, KY,
for Aug. 26, 1921, at which the
good roads people from Lexington,
KY, to Chattanooga, Tenn, are to
gather. The purpose of this meeting
is to form plans for the Central Dix
lie Highway from Cincinnati to
Chattanooga, which will run thru
Scott, Morgan, and other counties
This is the opportunity for a life
time for our county to get on a real
ly great national highway. Gov.
Morrow of Ky, and Gov. Taylor of
Tennessee will both be present. A
large delegation from every county
in Tennessee along this route will
be there. Lets have a big one from
Morgan County.
The Morgan County press. (Wartburg, Tenn.) 1916-1926, 1921-08-12
THE HOULER.

When a man is being persued
closely in order to throw his per-
suers off the track he begins to houl
to attrack attention or to get SYM
pathy. Some of the bootleggers and
blindtiger men are beginning to
houl. They have adopted the plan
to Islander the sheriff and his depu-
ties by saying they have sold out to
the law breakers, and that they are
not trying to catch the blindtiger
man and the bootlegger. When
they begin to houl like this it is
prima facie evidence that they are
being holly persued.
The Morgan County press. (Wartburg, Tenn.) 1916-1926, 1921-08-12
TO ROAD OVERSEERS,
and To THE PUBLIC
GENERALLY.

Despite the conscientious efforts
of your Board of Road Commission
ers to proceed economically. har-
moniously and effectively in the in
terests of the welfare of the tax pay
ers and of the public road system. Of
this county, prestige has been re-
tarded and considerable comment
and dissatisfaction has arisen out of
the fact that labor conditions and
rates vary in our county.
Our county is too small, and the
needs of our roads are too pressing,
to justify this condition; there
should he a more uniform rate OF
wage for labor. and for team hire
throughout the county. Dissatisfac-
ton is createo when one standard
of wage for labor upon our roads
applies in one section of the county,
and another rate elsewhere. We are
or should be, at unity of purpose
now, and are pulling together for
progress in the affairs of our public
road system, and it is highly desir-
able that there be continued and
systematic cooperation and public
spiritedness. and whole-hearted
support Of the policies of your Com
mission. if we are to attain the best
results, and procure that relief upon
our roads which is not only expect
ed of the Commission, but demand
ed of it.
You are aware of the fact that,
for disbursement on certain designa
ted piked roads, we participate in
the State Automobile fund, and our
pro rata of this fund is an item OF
consequence. / am disturbed. and
Inundated, by the fact that, in for