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face. Leonardo turned away. Again Antonio tried to speak. The terror that held us in it's grip was commu- nicated to Ffammetta di Forscone.
 Her countenance became blood less. Her teeth chattered. She murmured:
 What is happening to me? I am so cold!"
 She sank down, amid pillows of violet coIored silk, between Anto- nio's arms, before the fireplace. Her veil, confined by the band of pearls and amethysts, did not seem as white as her skin.
 There was a hysterical babble of voices:
 "She is dead. No, she has swooned! Bring vinegar! Rub her hands! Light the fire!"
 Then ensued a jostling of guests and servants, who crowded to poke a dozen lighted candles at the brush-wod. In the midst of this confusion F'fammetta sat before the hearth, her eyes half closed, her head rolling against Antonio's shoulder, her throat, framed by the little ruff, palpitating like the breast ofmn expiring dove. She was in
  had been at last transferred from our minds to hers and that she was doubtless on the point of compre- hending.
 The brush-wood caught fire. At that flicker her eyelids opened She leaned forward. Under the brush wood, already writhing in flames, was the fragment of a modern Ital- ian newspaper. One plainly saw the title, part of a headline, and the date
 Ffammetta di Foscone read the date.
 A Antonio and I. between us, "A lifted her into chair. she 1 = kept repeating to herself, in a
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door through which I had just passed blew shut with a deafening report. I emerged upon the roof Of the tower in torrent of rain. The roof was empty.
 peered over the low battlements. lose below me swayed the tops Of cypress trees; beneath them every thing was lost in the obscurity of the night. Soon, however, the dark ness was lighted by tRrches which began to dart to and fro among the trees. By those ftful gIeams made out the crouching backs of men, the livery of the Manzecca with it's black and vermilIion device, hel- nets and sword-hilts, and finally upturned faces that appeared ruddy in the torch light, though I knew that in realty they must be pallid. They called up to me, but the wind whipped their voices away. I made signs that she was not on the tower. The faces disappeared; again the torches wandered among the trees. Now and then I heard a shout, the barking of the greyhound, and a woman-perhaps old Nuta-in hys- terics.
 I began to descend the staircase. The last door through which I had passed was so tightly wedged, from it's sIamming, that I could not open it. I sat down on the steps to wait till the others should miss me.
 What thoughtsi
 Can it be true? Yes, it has hap pened, and I have seen the end of it! This will kill Antonio. But then, none of us will ever be the same again.
 was sure that my hair had turned white.
 And she? A vast wave of pity and longing swept over me and whirled me away into rhe depths of despair.
 Now, told myself. they have found her. And I fell to shudder-
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masked by blossoms, drenched the unwary with streams of water. Put in the chimney of the great, cold fireplace behind my back the wind still growled it's threats; the voice of Nature still menaced these auda- cfous mortals, who were celebrating the humiliation of her laws.
 Beyond the candle-lisht the beauty of Ffammetta di F'oscone became blinding. in her there was no sign of an unnatural preserVa- ton. as, for example, in a flower that has been sustained, yet subtIy altered, bv Imprisonment in ice Nor did her countenance show in the least that glaze of time which changes, without abating, the fair ness of marble goddesseS surviving for us from remote ages of esthetlc victory. But wait; she was not an animated statue, nor any product of nature other than flesh and bIoodl And the flesh. the glance, the whole person of this creature from another era, expressed a glorl- ous young womanhOod. I was lost in admiration, pity. and dread For over this shining miracle hovered the shadow of disaster. One could not forget the countless menaces surrounding her.
 If she should grasp the truth. if ar of "a sudden she should realize her disaccordance with the world of mortals, what would happen to her before our eyes? Would she succumb instantly? Or would she first shrive1 into some appalling ruonstrosity? This deception could not last forever. Might it not end 'Onight?
 Did the others have similar pre- onOnitions?
 Their smiles seemed tremulous md wan, their movements con- strained and timOrOus. All their efforts at gaiety were impeded by the inertia of fear. At every speech +he lips of Lima and Laura quivered.
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scape with which I thought myself so well acquainted. Does that ex- plain it?"
 HOW touching, how pitiable, T was her expression, half arch, 4A A@ half pleading, and so beauti- ful! "Oh, lovely and terrible prodigy!'' I thought, draw back; banish those thoughts; or. rather, no longer think at an-for you are on the edge of the abyss!'
 Antonio spoke with difficulty:
 Dearest one, do not pain me by mentioning that illness of yours. Do not pain yourself by dwelling on it in your mind. The past with all it's misfortunes is gone forever. Let us live in the present and contem- plate a future full of bliss.''
 A quivering sigh of assent and relief went round the supper-table. But Fiammetta protested:
 q should not care to forget the past. It contained too much hap piness. The hours at twilight, when I waited on the platform of the Castle of Foscone, and you clam bered up the wall. are not for ob- livioni Do you remember, Antonio, how you once brought with you a bunch of little damask roses, which you tossed up to me while clfnging to the masonry Those roses be- came my treasure. The sweetest one of them I locked in tiny silver hox which I kept always by me. That box came with me from the Castle of Foscone. The key is lost: but you shall open it with your dagger, and learn how I have cherished an emblem of that past which you ask me to forget
 With a rare smile. she drew from the bosom of her gown a very small CoffeI of silver, it's chiseling worn smooth by innumerable caresses- Poor soul! it was in her bosom that she had cherished this pretty little
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tribute to some planetary influence a feeling of strangeness that re- ceive at times. even from the ar 1! I demand of you whether the ar does not have an unfamiliar smell tonight? ?''
 There was a freezing moment of silence.
 Tt is this great wind,' muttered Leonardo. ''that has brought us new air from afar.''
 Every place has it's smel, was LeoneIlo's contribution. Tt is nat should smell differently from the
 Antonio thanked his friends with an eloquent look
 "True,'' she assented, pensively, "every spot, every person, is sur rounded by it's especial ether, pro duced by it's peculiar activity. This house, not only in it's smell, but in it's tenor of life, and even in its food, differs vastly from my own house, which, nevertheless, is just across the hills.''
 Antonio drained his goblet at a guIp. He got out the words:
 We are provincial. we Manzecca. Like a race apart"
 ''AII old families, jealous of their integrity, are the same," ventured Laura, who looked, nevertheless, as if she were about to faint.
 "Or maybe" unused Fiammetta, 'it is because I have been i'll that things perplex me, and sometimes startle me by an effect of strange ness. There are moments when even the stars look odd to me, and when the countryside, viewed from the tower above us, is bewildering g. Tn one direction I see woods where should have expected meadows: in another direction. fields where should have expected woods. But then, I now view the countryside from a tower other than my own, and see in a new aspect that land
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the hands of LeonelIo and Leonardo were clenched in a nervous spasm- Antonio controlled himself only by the most heroic efforts.
 What a price to pay for an illu- sion of happiness that was destined to a ghastly end! Yet would still have paid that heavy price eXacted from Antonio.
 TIAMNIETTA DI FOSCONE be-
 came infected by our nervous = ness. At one moment her nlirth was feverish; at another, a look of vague uneasiness crossed her face. Was our secret gradually penetrat- ing to her subcOnscious mind? Was she to learn the fact. and perish of it, not because of bungIing word or action on our part, but merely from the unwilling transmission of our thoughts?
 The others redoub1ed their trav- esty of merriment. They voiced the gossip of a vanished society: the politics, fashions, and scandals of old Florence. One heard the names of noble families long since extinct, accounts of historic escapades re- lated as if they had happened yes terday. Fiammetta recovered her animation.
 Her dewy eyes turned to Antonio. Her fingers caressed her betrotha1- ring, which was like the wedding ring of the twentieth century. And in this hall tricked out with lies, smid these guests and servants who were the embodiment of falsehood. an expressing atmosphere of dread was clarified. for moment, by the strength and delicacy of her love.
 They discussed the virtues of the Afuses, the plagiarisms of Petrarch, the wonders of astrology. Her un- easiness revived. In a voice more musical than the rota in the gallery, she asked:
 My dear friends. would you at
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soft, incredulous voice, the date And so badly had our wits been paralyzed by this catastrophe. that none of us could find one lying word to utter.
 Antonio kne1t before her, his arms clasping her knees, his head bowed He was weeping as if she were already dead. Her hands slowly stole forth to close around his face anG lift it up.
 ''Whatever it is,' she breathed, T still have you"
 AS she sazed, half Iifeless, but still fairer than an unstinted statue, at his face, all at once her eyes be- came enormous. Pushing him from her, she stood bolt up right at one movement, with a heart-rending scream:
 "A stranger!"
 That scream was still resounding from the rafters when we saw her feering across the hall, her head thrown back, her arms outsperaad. her white veil and violet draperies floating behind her Her jewels gilt tered IFS the last sparkle of splendid dream that has beer doomed to swift extinction. She vanished through the doorway lead ing to the tower staircase.
 After herb some one shouted.
 Antonio was first; but at the doorway he stumbled, and Leoneno who was second. fell over him Vaulttng their bodies, I gained the circular staircase that ascended to the tower. I heard Antonio bawl- ing after me:
 'tShe will throw herself from the rCofl'
 The staircase was black, and the wind whistled down it's well. At each landing the heavy doors on either side banged open and shut. From overhead there descended a long vail, maybe her voice, or may be one of the countless voices of the storm. AS I neared the top, a
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box. more cruelty fatal than |

box, more cruelty fatal than a viper.
 Antonio, his jaws sagging, rose halfway out of his chair, then sank back, speeches. and livid. Unaware, eager, and imperious, Ffammetta demanded:
 "A dagger!"
 Too late Antonio managed to put out a shaking hand in protest. AL ready a fool of a servant had pre- sented his dirk to her. In a twin king-before we could stop her Fiammetta had pried back the lid.
 The silver box, it's oxidized inter for as black as ink, contained, in place of the damask rose that had bloomed in the year fifteen hundred, only a few grains of dust.
 ~ HERE was no sound except
 from the wind, which yelled it's
 sS devilish sslee round the castle in the chimney of the fireplace.
 She had risen to her feet. In her eyes. peering at the little coffer, bewilderment gave place to dismay. But in our faces she found con sternation far surpassing hers. ''Only dust?' A Antonio distorted his mouth in a vain effort to speak. At last, with a frantic oath, he swept the silver box into the fireplace, where it fell amid the brush-wood and inflammabl rubbish piled ready for lighting un- | der the big logs.
 Fiammetta had tried to stop him. Under her clutching hand, his fur | trimmed sleeve had slipped up, ex- posing his forearm. She was star | ng at his forearm.
 ''The scar?" she whispered. Was | it not here, when you raised your | arm to shield yourself against them, | that you caught the first knife | thrust? Hoy long does it take for such a scare to pass entirely away % | Lena and Laura sank back in | their chairs. Leonel1o aVerted his
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of that other Antonio di Manzecca, whom I so closely resembled, whom she had loved, whose return she still awaited. I stood there blinded by flash of inspiration.
 At midnight my plan was com pIete."
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ing again. Now they have brought her in, unless what they saw, when they found her, scattered them, rav- ing, through the woods. Now they are trying to sooth Antonio, per haps to wrench a weapon from his hand. Now surely they have mo- ticed my absence.
 I cannot imagine what impulse made me rise, at last, and try -hs door again. At my first touch 1t swung Open-
 Descending the staircase, I re- entered the hall.
The Arvada enterprise., 1922-07-06
The Young Mother.


THE ILLS OF INFANTS AND CHILDREN should be well known the
youngest mothers that reminder repetition Of the illness
yet there mothers who overlook ves condition.
little co disposition be irritable If corrected they lead
sickness And them, bring Baby happy SELF
by the of Coiaa medicine prepared just for infants and children
will regulate the bowels force m aid digestion and bring quiet and
Fece Castora has been doing this for 80 years. regulating the
stomach and bowels nnt and children 1t has replaced the nauseatng Castor
the homes Of true and honest mothers mothers who love their children
Those mothers will give their babies foods and medicines especially prepared
for infants and children.
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Hard luck sticks to some men like u
rense spot on q palr Of new trousers,
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Very Particular.

Hotel Clerk-"Wili you wnnt Il
private bathi" WaybrOok-"Yes.
don't fancy those swimming pools."-
Judge.
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Her Heart Upon Her Sleeve.
From NOvel-"It 10 In her arms
that q beautiful woman carries her
SOUL" Not big arrnful In most cases.
Exchange.
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You can't sell the lessons Of exper.
ience; you can't even give them away.
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Naturally.

Naturally.
Naturally the atmosphere Of the
home changes after the wife bcgins to
put ON nIrs.--Judgc
The person who is always "On pins
nnd needles" usually In u pin. .i,cnd.-
Forbes Magazine IN. W.
The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1922-07-13
WILLIAM r. SNYDER

William r. Snyder was born June
rs, 1916, in Genessee Co. N. Y. When
about two years of age, his family
moved to Footeville, Wis, where the
deceased grew to manhood. & A few
years after moving to Wisconsin the
family went to Kansas, locating on
land now embraced in the City of Hia-
watha but were forced to leave by the
Border Ruffian wal.
Five brothers of the family volun-
teered for service in the Civil War,
William enlisting in Co. f. 33rd Reg.
Wis. He served in the army of the
West and at the seige of Vicksburg he
had the first attack of heart trouble
which eventually resulted in his
death. His regiment was with Gen.
Banks on the Red River expedition
and later went to the Gulf where the
battles Of Spanish Fort and Mobile
Bay were fought. He participated in
thirty-three engagements in which ar
tillery was used, the last battle being
fought after the declaration of peace
Following the Civil War he located
in Mower CO., Mimi, where he mar.
ried Rosetta ]. Fuller and where hi
resided until June is, 1891, at which
time he came to this state. Since that
time he has resided on his farm In
the Turtle Mountains, about nine
! miles northeast of Bottineau.
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John Walker. who has been living
on the R. d. Phelps place has moved
To the Coole farm near Newburg.
The Misses Elizabeth RintouI and
Lorna Richardson visited last Monday
with Frances Morrison.
The ice cream social given by the
Ladies Aid last Friday evening was
q decided success even tho the eve
ming was cold everyone seemed to en-
joy themselves. As neat little sum was
realized and plans for another social
+ under way, to be given in about
two weeks from that time.
Joseph Watson received a letter
from his son William who has been
with the Army Of Occupation in Ger
many stating that he is now in New
York and expects to be home in two
weeks. ~.
The Lokken family are enjoying a
visit from Mrs. Lokken's brother and
other relatives.
Miss Grace Kippen who has been
visiting at the McLachlan home has
returned to her home at Omemee.
The stock judging class met at the
White Farm last Friday morning. At
this time prizes awarded to those.
who did the best work. Roy Anderson
and Charles Watson from this school
and a young lady from Newburg dis
trict were the successful ones and
were awarded a free trip to the State
Fair at Fargo.
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HOMEN TOWNSHIP

Carl Sivertson is helping Aron Ar.
onson this week to get his threshine
rig in order for the fall threshing.
The Norwegian Sunday School will
begin, with Miss Hilda Hagen as
teacher.
Miss Thelma. and Arthur Torgerson
spent Sunday at. the Aronson home.
Mr.. and Mrs. Oscar Aasness, Jud-
it'll Torgerson and Edwin and Willie
Aasness attended the dance at B,
Johnson's last Friday evening.
Miss Gladys Rude came up from
Minot last week to visit at the home
Of her uncle and aunt, MI. and Mrs
Knute Rude. IS
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WESTHOPE NEWS

Haying and rye harvest will be in
full blast here as soon as weather per-
mits. y
VIM. Barton has sent a sample OF
a potato disease to the A. C. at Fargo
to be anaylzed.d
The Presbyterian S. S. convention
was held at Russell on Tuesday Of
this week. sz
Mrs. Nina Page is reported serious.
ly ill at the home of Mrs. Geo. Will
Hams.
The Fourth of July was celebrated
here in proper style. The attractions
in order of Importance were, fire
works, Kadlec Orchestra, visiting with
old-timers, field sports and booths
Several from different parts of the
county and Canadalwere present.
Miss Olive Huston is visiting with
friends in Canada.
Mr.. and Mrs. Gilbert Condit have
returned from their wedding trip in
Iowa.
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BENTINCK

John Talcott and family autoed to
Garrison, N. D. last week to visit at
the home Of Mrs. Talcott's parents.
A few of the young folks from this
township attended the ball game and
dance at Carol Ingles of Renville on
Saturday evening.
Mildred Peterson visited at the J.
Ialcott home a few days last week.
Misses Elda Bakhaus and Gertrude
kormann and Henry Steinhaus visit
ed at the r. Steinhaus home Sunday
evening. IL
Mrs. Bert Benson has been on the
sick list the past week.
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Taber, Alberta, Canada. Mrs. M. ID.
Fletcher of CoultervaIe, Manitoba, S.
p. Acheson of Minneapolis, Gordon Of
Souris, Howard Of Westhope and T.
2. Acheson Of Bottineau, all who were
present at the funeral with the ex-
.ception Of Mrs. McKinnon.
Mr. Acheson had made his peace
with his God and was ready for the
final summons when it arrived. Many
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WEATHER REPORT
BRANDER TOWNSHIP

The neighbors have on different
days during the past tWosweeks gath
cred at the farm homes Of Al. n,
Thompson, B. E. Henry, Chas. Brand
en- and II. D. Wyman to assist in
clearing away the Wreckage caused
by the tornado. One afternoon was
spent working on the church grounds,
Mr.. Brander has q new barn under
construction and Mr.. Wyman has be-
gun replacing his buildings.
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JAMES ACHESON

Ia#
James Acheson was born near None
Mills, Ontario, July 18th. 1850. and
died at st. Andrieux's hospital, Bot.
) tineau, N. -, July 9th, 1922. The
immediate cause of his death being
diabetes and a complication Of kidney
trouble.
Mr.. Acheson spent his early man
hood on a farm in Ontario until the
spring of 1871 when he came to Min
nesota and remained for two years
returning to Ontario in the fall of
1878.
He was married to Sarah Acheson,
December 25th, 1873, to this union was
born nine children. Three who have
preceded him to the Great Beyond.
Thomas James was born July 22nd,
1882, who died in infancy and Mrs.
VIM. Reidler of Neville, Saskatche-
an,who passed away in December,
1915. Mrs. Neil Matteson of West
hope, who preceded her father by
about a year into the Unknown.
Mr.. Acheson farmer in Ontario
from 1873 until the spring Of 1879
when he again turned his face to the
West and arrived and farmed sue
c~essfully in Stephen County, Mime
sofa. He then moved to Virden, Man
itoba, Canada, in the year of 1886. He
farmed extensively but was unfort-
innate as every crop that he sowed was
frozen before it was matured.
He then came to Bottineau County,
ORTIZ Dakota, in the spring of 1890
and. hled on a presumption June 24th,
y The land on the west side of
the river in this county being at that
time unsurveyed. The family came
to North Dakota in the spring of
1893 where they have since made their
home.
Mr.. Acheson was one of the earlv
pioneers of the western part of the
County and knew the hardships and
difficulties of pioneer life as he used
to have to swim his team and wagon
across the Mouse River and then bring
his load over in a row boat. =.
He was n Of the men who helped
organize the first school district
on the west side of the river and was
its treasurer for years. He was al
ways active in community affairs and
had held several township offices a.
mong which were assessor and SUPER
visor of Richburg Township.
Mr.. Acheson was one of the largest
holders of real estate property in the
vicinity of Westhope and was a sue
cessful and prosperous farmer until
the hard times struck this county in
1911 and 1922 from that time on the
proposition was too much for him and
he sold out his stock and chattels in
the spring of 1919.
MI. Acheson always put others
ahead of himself and it was hard for
him to believe that any one would
stoop to mar or tarnish his character
SO great was his faith&in the common
run of humanity. .r
The funeral was held in the Pres
byterian church at Westhope, July
9Th, 1922, where Rev. Evans of West
hope preached a consoling sermon to
the bereaved friends and relatives.
The Masons of Westhope took charge
of the body at the cemetary where
they went thru their solemn and i'm
pressing ceremony.
The deceased leaves to mourn his |
loss his wife, aged 68 years and six
children, Mrs. N. H. McKinnon of
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Death occurred July 18th, 1922 at
ST. Andrews hospital and the funeral
was held from the undertaking par
lors Tuesday July 18th, 1922, Rev.
Start Of the Baptist Church officiat-
inc, with the Masonic Lodge and Bot
tineau Legion Post participating id
the service at the cemetery.
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will miss his friendly smile and gen
iaI ways but to those who know his
suffering and trials for the past few
months it ii as the poet has said my
trials and temptations of life are Ger
and I have gone to rest on that bean
tiful shore.
He is not dead but sIeepeth, his
glory has begun, why should W
mourn?-Contributed