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The Butler weekly times and the Bates County record. (Butler, Mo.) 1918-1950, 1922-03-30

Kisses greeted William Jennings
Bryan, ex-secretary of state, when
he attended the luncheon of the City
Club at Philadelphia Friday after
noon. Mr.. Bryan, who was sche-
duled to make s-minute address to
the members. left the club without
delivering the speech. The occasion
q his visit was to pay tribute to +.
Henry Walnut, who was delivering
a address to the members, telling
skem the inside story Of why be was
The Butler weekly times and the Bates County record. (Butler, Mo.) 1918-1950, 1922-03-30

Nineteen -year-old Charles Schader,
no 4 lew months ago was liberated
ly a Chicago. coroners jury after
shooting and killing his father,
Thursday confessed according to
the police, the murder Of Policeman
Harry !. Bussc on January p.
The Butler weekly times and the Bates County record. (Butler, Mo.) 1918-1950, 1922-03-30

On Tuesday, representatives OF the
Green Light & Power Co., made the
announcement that it is the intention
Of that company to immediately erect
. large power etation near Clinton to
supply cities in this section. already
contracted with, with electric power
and to develop important new COM
mercial utilization of electricity.
The Butler weekly times and the Bates County record. (Butler, Mo.) 1918-1950, 1922-03-30
Know Your Store
WALKER McKIBBEN'S-Th Quality Store
ADITORIAL


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The Butler weekly times and the Bates County record. (Butler, Mo.) 1918-1950, 1922-03-30

battleships were OF the same type,
cost about the same amount, and as
junk brought less than 100000 each.
The Butler weekly times and the Bates County record. (Butler, Mo.) 1918-1950, 1922-03-30

Peter A. Specis of Philadelphia
called at the White House one day
las, week and wanted to see Presi-
dent Wilson, lie refused to say what
lie wanted from Mr.. Wilson, but said
he would tell that to him personally.
Asked ii President Harding would
DO, Spcicis replied Il don't know
him" He said he was a native OF
Russia, but had lived i'll America
twelve wears.
The Butler weekly times and the Bates County record. (Butler, Mo.) 1918-1950, 1922-03-30

Revenues this year will fall far be
low thc original estimates. Income
tax payments made 10 the govern
mcnt on the first installment OH
March IS may be nearly $Ioo, 100000
less than the earlier forecasts by the
treasury department. officials said
Thursday. On the basis OF present
figures. the slump in taxes for the
whole year may show a decrease OF
between 100000, 900 and $500. 900
below the expectations OF the treas.
Try.
The Butler weekly times and the Bates County record. (Butler, Mo.) 1918-1950, 1922-03-30
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The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-12-13
PLAYING THE GAME
By JESSIE DOUGLAS.
,, 1929, by The Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate,

Sarah Lee saw him stoop and gather them up, saw the interchange of thanks, saw the deepening of a dimple in the Rose Girls cheek and felt a fierce little demon of jealousy sInite her.
 From under her trim little sailor she watched them go up the aisle to- gether-the Rose Girl and the man with the arnful of roses.
 Sarah Lee slipped into her berth as soon as it was made up, while she addressed scornful remarks to her self that did not seem to take away the little ache about her heart.
 But next morning she could laugh at the whole thing. Just because a man had a nice mouth and the kind of eyes that seemed to understand and crisp dark hair was no reason why she should be a little idiot.
 Sarah Lee was really surprised when he stopped beside her com partment to saE good morning, a privilege which she permitted since he had carried her bag He told her his name was Jasper Waite. Sarah Lee did not tell him hers; she knew at the other end of the car a girl
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-12-13
THE VANOUIsHING OF NANCY
Bv M. MccULLocH-WILIAMs.
re Newspaper Syndicate.

obedient granny would never have had chance to snap up the Jen- nings cottage for a year.
 The rector had youched for them a work of supererogation consider ing their bank account Its lustihood possibly made them so little of stick lers for the social mint. anise, and cummin. Granny's world beginning and ending in Nancy. yet in its kind ly round embraced all who were in need of kindness. StilI-she wouldn't join things-not the village improve ment. the special Prevalent, the mothers circle, nor even the library association. We shall stay only until Nancy gets to wanting some where else" she explained. "Of course, we'll do our part-but as out siders-then there won't be any trouble leaving"
 That had been lived up to. Her gardner had furnished plants for all the gardens whose owners lacked wherewithaI to buy them-by help of the rector she was very special individual providence - new babies might have howled down blessing on her gray head, so soft and plenteous
 
 Pitches had brought books aplenty- they bought few new ones. so had evidently none to spare. If Nancy wanted to dip into the latest sensa- ton it was sent her from some city agency under special contract. Granny read little beyond her Bible, prayer book. and the morning paper. The paper kept her from stagnating, Ia What co11I5 old woman desire?
 She stopped midway the heavy leader she was concientiously wad- ing through to ask plaintively: 'Laury, do you know anything about stocks? Or bucket shops?''
 Enough to let them alone Laury growied, glad deep down of the stay in his progress Nancyward.
 Nancy sat up very straight, say ing primly to- Granny: Don't tempt innocence. Grannykins. know you're born gambler at heart; it's your head that won't let you play the
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market. Everybody hasn't got such head. Take care to set a proper example"
 Now, aint that Satin reprov1ng sin? Laury, she has bought herself another bracelet, with her winnings at the Eton bridge last week." Granny complained.
 Lauren looked relieved - Nancy made a face at granny. I'm glad to know" he said, been wondering where it came from since yester- day"
 And thinking it came by the Ben Bob Bobo route," Nancy broke in. Be ashamed of yourself for a silly kin-as though I'd wear any trump cry thing you idiots here would choose
 Even a ring? Like this?" Laury questioned, moving close enough to drop a fine plain small box in Nancy's lap. She opened it ginger ly, took out what 1t held, but did not slip it upon her dinpled finger instead. held it up so the light wink ing through it's thready gold, struck rainbows from the two diamonds of dearest water, set delicately at the ends of the gold thread. After a long look she said softly. Apologies. Laury. The ring is inspired. Where, oh, where did you find it?''
 Didn't find it-had it made to order-my own design Laury stammered, then suddenly: "But it is inspired-by you"
 Well saidt Well done, young sir!" Nancy countered in her most sparkling, elderly manner. What a pity you have forsworn me. l won der what you will do with it?"
 Throw it in the river-unless I can put it where it belongs" Laury struggle. He smiled at her silently his eyes saying for his lips: Don't you see I can't?' The look made to unclinch it. The fingers, strong, cried. catching her hand, and trying Nancy furious-it was so near to up- setting her determination. He ought by rights to rage at her-then she could fiout. and deny him to her wicked vanity's full content She had no thought of letting him go free-then nor ever. But neither for all their dinples, baked him; nothing short of violence would suf- fee to straighten them. Swiftly he
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of the game. ''For the living room wen want a big chair, a grandfather's chair how will this do?-and an open fire place. We must have an open fire in the house!" The tow-headed child had found the very fireplace.
 And down here beside the fire place we'll want little low chair this one will do-and @ sewing table" He licked open another paga of advertisements and came on tho very thing he wanted. And books, a few books in one of these bookcases and some flowers in the window, don't you think so?' He addressed Sarah Lee, but he could only see the fingers that were cutting out a table, none too stead fly.
 "Yes!" the 1itt1est girl piped up since no one answered.
 And we ought to have daven- port for winter nights where we can sit and watch the fire!" he went on ruminatively.
 "Oh. yeth!" the chubby little girl lisped.
 And a footstool here where you can sit"
 Some one was standing fin the aisle peering over their shoulders What a perfectly ridiculous game!" the Rose Girl pouted. I've found some one to play bridge, MT. Waite"
 Thanks, but I'm going to stay here" he said slowly. The Rose Girl Haunted off down the aisle. That is, if I'm pernitted?" Jasper Waite asked. A chorus of treble "yes' greeted
 him, but he waited until he met q pair of fiower-bed eyes that belonged
 to Sarah Lee. I'm afraid" I've tried all day" he said eag- erly, but every time some one else seemed to have captured youi" ''But you're not playing the gamei" a little voice piped up I'll play the game in earnest" Jasper Waite said with a strange seriousness in his face. If you'll let me?" Sarah Lee met his glance for d
 moment and then her own eyes, fower-sweet. answered his question.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-12-13

~ARAH LEE never knew how
 heavy a suitcase could be until Hr she began to tug hers across the confused station. She set it down breathlessly and wondered how long the train would wait.
 May I help you? Going to St. Louis?"
 ''Yes. I am going to St. Louis. It is kind of you.''
 She had to take very biz steps to keep up with him, and when he had swung first her and then her suit case up the steps of her compartment she said shyly, "Oh. thank you!"
 The man with the bronze face and the gray eyes and the unforgettable voice was in the compartment aheadl Her heart began to hammer very hard. She wondered
 She was still wondering when some one came rustling down the aisle; a girl with her arms full of roses and cheeks with that same rose f1ush- She stumbled before the man in the compartment ahead and gave stif1ed exclamation and dropped her armful of roses. It was very pret- uly done.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-12-13

with rose cheeks was waiting for him.
 She was right.
 She turned just once to see them laughing together, Jasper Waite and the Rose Girl, and then she put them out of her mind.
 There are so many things to do on train, Just as there are in life. The old lady opposite had lost her glasses and they must be found. And the little mother who had com partment No. 6 was so tired after being awake with baby all night.
 Sarah Lee may not have under stood how to talk to young men. but she did understand babies. She cuddled the little downy thing in her arms while the young mother nodded off into a nap.
 By nid-afternoon she had a whole circle of admirers. Not young men, nor even a young man, the kind whose laugh drifted down to her from the end of the car; but circle of little girl admirers who demanded attention.
 Sarah Lee had found new, an entrancing game. All they needed were scissors and an old magazine,
 "Now, you see this will be the kitchen Sarah Lees voice was charming, the old lady across the aisle decided, 'and we'll need a re- frigerator and kitchen stove-'
 I've found a parlor!"
 And a dining room!"
 The tow-headed little girl was cut ting tables out of the advertise nnents, while the chubby little girl was cutting Tiffany lamps.
 And we must have a living room!" Sarah Lee cried.
 May play?"
 Yes" Sarah Lee said without looking up, you can take these scissors and sit down here beside me-
 Then she turned the color of a scarlet poppy when she saw that she was looking into the eyes of the man with bronze skin and the unforget- table voice.
 Its just a child's game" she ex- plained, "and I made it up and I know it would bore youi''
 She did not offer him half of her seat.
 But queerly enough the man with the gray eyes had caught the spirit
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-12-13

in the morning was pouring through the great artery of the heart of the world This first ride on Lon
 don bus and the sights of the
 street traffic were inspiring, but familiar to the minds eye of the young American. The Thames, alive with barges and steamers, the smoke stained buildings, the pro- sessions of clerks, the crossing and sweepers, the smart policemen, the cab drivers, the draymen, he knew from Leech's drawings, and he was on his way, marvellous to relate, to the oldest work of man in the city,
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-12-13

ing it to his lips. A move that cost him omething-namely, a hard side wise blow that gashed his cheek with point of the diamond nearest. Blood spurted from the slash, spot ting Nancy's white frock, even stain ing her furious fingers.
 Sight of it turned her white. sick, faint-she would have sunk to the floor but for his compelling hand He felt her breast heave, saw tears gather and fall, heard Granny cry out in alarn-then the world went black for him also; he barely man aged to stumble toward the daven- port and fall rather than sit down. But the blackness frightened at Nancy's cry: tLaury! IT hurt you - but hurt myself - worse," as she stanched the red flow with her soft handkerchief over while she pressed her softer lips.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-12-13

They used to take them, Emery, and my guide book says that there is one of theirs to this day in Strand Lane."
 The valet was silent as he con tinued his unpacking and arrang- ing of Tuckerman's clothes, and the latter felt little uncomfortable as this proceeding went on, for he was conscious of the inadeQuacy of his outfit, not only in the eyes of an English servant. but in his own, for he had purposely travelled Tight" intending to replenish his wardrobe in London; but the we'll trained
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knelt, and covered them with kisses. Nancy tried to snatch her hand away but Laury held 1t with a firm, gently varying clasp that yielded without loosing.
 Let go my hand" she said ir1- peratively after a minute of tacit struggle.
 He did nothing Of the sort. In stead, he rose slowly to full height 6 foot 2, one hand still holding hers, the other stretched protectingly around her, the emblem and sign manual of loving strength. You are the very best girl in all the world,"' he said. Trouble Is you need such a lot of making. Because I've shown myself all sorts of a fool, you've no need to try matching me. Therel That's better whyi the ring fits perfectly" slipping it in place upon the member she had in- voluntarily unf1exed, and again lift
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ing up Ralph's clothes, which were scattered in convulsions around the room.
 Shall I not unpack your box, sir?" asked the valet.
 Ralph stopped from slipping his tea to nod assent, and the man pro ceeded with the unpacking with a hand which practice had made perfect
 don," observed Ralph. The valet pretended not to hear him, being unwilling to engage in any line of conversation which by any change
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could take him out Of the station in life to which he had been called.
 What is your name?" finally asked the American.
 "Postlethwaite, sir, but I answer to the name of Emery"
 Well, Emery, did you ever hear Of a Roman bath in a little street off the Strand?''
 "A Roman bath, sir. in a little street off the Strand? ?"
 "A Roman bath. sir, in a little street off the Strand, sir? No, sir, thank you, sir, my word, sir, the Italians never take baths, sir"
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-12-13
<f~ YOU'D love me If I were a pie For my syrup and eBe for my crust,

<kU YOU'D love me if were pie
 For my syrup and ehe for
 my crust,
 Therefore, sir, I'm asking you why,
 You are raising this terrible dust?
 Thus Nancy improvised, her head the least bit aside, her eyes dancing wIcLedly at sight of Lauren, most object of all her thralls. He stood half way betwiXt door and window seat. his mouth nutinous, his eyes glowery. A letter had preceded him the kind of letter jealousy writes and seals with a threat. Lauren had indeed threatened the empress of his heart that unless she ceased aspira- ton for universal masculine Gomln- ion. he was going to cut and run for it-she could take him. else have him leave her for good and always.
 He had thought he really meant it but all the way to the Fitch place he had been in blue funk, fearing she might also think so. Suppose she should take him at his word, give back his ring and plunge ever more badly into sea Of summer lirtations? That would be hard she was already hitting on all six cylinders that way, according to the gossip of Plainhill. \ select suburb, home of families. nataurally it dis approved of their being put out of court by an upstart without single accomplishment
 True. Nancy danced like q willow in the wind. but never bothered as to steps. She rode in any old cos tune she happened to be wearing, played golf with as little regard to sartorial requirements. and at auc- ton bid her hand" without regard for anybody's rules or signals. Also and further she called sports clothes loud, even vulgar. flip hats messy and beady things savage Notwithstanding. sine managed to look always like a picture, and to have all the most eligible beaus at her beck and call. AgEravatinE, considering her status as an acci-
 If tHe street had not sot most
 Fenpiu~s plnpev- Nancy and
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a cup of tea, saying: Beg pardon sir, eight o'clock. sir, thank you sir''
 Ralph's first inclination was to say Thank you" but he restrained himself from this in time to save upsetting the foundations of Brit ish social life, and instead ne asked:
 What kind of a morning is tt?"
 "Oh, sir, thank you, sir, if l should be telling the truth indeed, foggy and raining. sir, thank you, sir.''
 All the time he was quietly talk
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ing as he quoted: T am not ex- actly aware what gowans may be. but I have no doubt that Copper field and myself would frequently nave taken a pull at them if it had been possible"
 His modest modicum of port would have seemed a poor substi- tute to the congenial Micawber for the punch.
 Finally he went up to bed, de- lighted to be given a bedroom can dle in a brass candlestick, and to find on his arrival there that the plumber had never entered it's sa- cred precincts. for a hat tub on rubber cloth awaited the can of hot water, which would be lugged up to him in the morning; the four-post bedstead with it's heavy damask hangings, the cushioned grand fathers chair by the open fireplace, the huge mahogany wardrobe and the heavy furniture-all were of the period of 1880. Back of such a room MT. Pickwick had tried to find his way on the memorable night when he so disturbed the old lady whose chamber he had unwittingly invaded
 So impressed was the young American with his transference to the past that his stem winding watch seemed an anachronism when he came to attend to it for the night.
 He settled down into the big arm chair by the fire, having taken from his valise three books which he had selected for his travelling compan- ions: 'Baedeker's London Guide" The Pickwick Papers" and David Copperfield" The latter was in a cheap American edition which he had bought with his schoolboy's savings; a tattered vol tune which he knew almost by heart; which, when he took it up, opened at that part of David's
 Personal History and Experience" where his aunt tells him of her financial losses, and where he dreamed his dreams Of poverty in all sorts of shapes. and, as he read. this paragraph flew out at his eve:
 There was an old Roman bath in those days at the bottom of one of the streets out of the Strand-ft may be there sti1I-in which I have had many cold plunge. Dressing myself as quickly as could. and leaving Peggotty to look after my Aunt, I tumbled head foremost into it, and then went for walk to Hampstead. I had a hope that this brisk treatment might freshen my wits a little"
 nALPH'S sleep in the old bed EN was unquiet. He was trans
 ported back into the England of the old coaching days. and found himself seated on the box-seat of the Ipswich coach, next a stout. red-faced, elderly coachman. his throat and chest mumed bv capa- clous shawls, who said to him:
 If ever you are attacked with the gout, just you marry widder as had got a good loud voice with decent notion of using it, and vol, will never have the gout agin!" Then suddenly the film of the smart coach, with passengers in- side and out, faded away, and Ralph found himself drinking hot brandy and water with Mir. Pickwick, in a room of very homely description. apparently under the special pa tronage of MT Weller and other stage coachmen, for there sat the former smoking with great vehe- mence. The vision flashed out into darkness.
 Then came deep, early morning sleep from which a sharp knock at his door aroused him, and valet entered with a hot-water can and