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the period furniture in the living
| room.
You got all old stuff here. amt
| you?" is her opening. Looks kinda
nice and comfortable. too. We got
! friend who's nutty over these here
antiques-Mr. TUFTS law partner. Mr..
| Litsky. Has his apartment just full
of it-old painted chairs, and ma
| hogany tables and so on. l been
wantin' to get some. too, but MIR.
Tutt. he won't have a piece of it in
secondhand, and the chairs don't sit
easy So we got all this overstuHed
| kind, upholstered in striped velour
Just had our drawin' room done over.
| by a decorator. Cost an awful lot,
too. but. as Wilbur says, 1t looks it,
And that's something. you know
TT must be-" says I. Lets see.
whereabouts in New York did you say
YOU livedo Riverside drive?"
NO" says she. Brooklyn Heights.
OF course, we were thinking of get
ting an apartment on the drive. l
had one all picked out-nine rooms
and three baths-but then Mr.. Tut
went into politics and we couldn't
| change. Has to live in the district
he's elected from, you understand
| that is. he's supposed to. Might hire
| furnished room and keep a voting
residence there. but he's too square
| for that. Says he's goin' to stand by
his constituents first and last That's
Mr.. Tutt Honest to the bone. It's
| what's made him what he is, I ex-
pect."
| Yes" says l. wondering how soon
T could break away and look after
things in the kitchen. This his first
| term?"
Mrs. Tutt mods careless. Hes been
too busy for politics until lately"
says she. Corporation cases. And
| before that he had a general prac-
! tice. Hard scratching. that was, with
| so many lawyers. Yes, there were
years when we were glad to have
enough to pay the rent of a four
! room fiat, with me doing my own
| work and making most of my own
| clothes and dresses for little Gladys.
| And If we got away for week or SO
in a tent cottage at Far Rockaway
we thought we were lucky. You
| wouldn't think it now: would you,
J Miss Dodge?'
| Absolutely not says I, with
| my fingers crossed.
| You never know when a mans
| going to have his chance" says she.
"I'd about made up my mind we was
always goin' to scrub along as we
were, when Mr.. Tut got in on that
! graft case. Some fool reformefs
| thought they had one of the district
! leaders with the goods on. like
| they're always doing. And the grand
| jury report did look bad. Wilbur
| said so himself. He was only called
! in to handle some witnesses, but
| then one of the leading lawyers got
| sick and another was abroad, and
SO 1t just happened that Mr.. Tut
| had to work up the defense almost
by himself. I'll say he worked 1t
| slick, too. Why, when 1t came to
| trial he shot that indictment so full
of holes it looked like lattice fence
| and with hand-picked jury he put
a coat of whitewash ar inch thick
on that politician"
mot guilty. with the laurel wreath
and palms. eh?" says I.
Something like that, says Mrs
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way. he slipped something over on
'em in the primaries. That big
stiff, Tim Mullaney. thought he had
the nomination all sewed up. He'd
been promised it. I'll admit: but /
guess they was only kidding him. for
Mr.. Tut had plenty of party backing
and while he didn't make So much
noise in his campaign he had things
working smooth underneath. That's
the way Wilbur does things. And
the morning after the primary, just
as soon as they phoned him every
thing was all right, he says to me,
Come on, Carrie: Well take that
little run up to the mountains and
cool off a bit" just as though we'd
been planning it for months. Say
Won can't blame me for being strong
for a man like that: can you, now:
couldn't, and admitted as much
Also it gave me new light on the
whole Tutt family. could guess tna'
Wilbur hadn't always bossed EN-
about this way, and that he was en-
loving the role more or less. YOU
could tell that by hearing him walk
heavy on his heels as he came do"n'
stairs. and by the easy way he sa'
down to the table first and let the
woman folks group themselves arouno
him. 1 picked up the cue and whls-
pered to Inez. who was waiting on
the table, to serve Mr.. Tptt first.
"Say, what is he asks 1nez, "a
duke or something?"
Hes due to be the Hon. Wilbur
Tutt within a few weeks" says l.
'Isn't that enough?"
Huh" says Inez. HE don't LOOK
such-a-much to me-"
But you don't get the viewpoint
of Carrie and Gladys" says 1. "Ano
YOU haven't watched him make a
broad jump from four-room Brook
lyn fiat to a private residence on
Iowa circle. Look sharp. though
He wants something. He's swapping
his fingers"
What the near-Honorable Wilbuf
wished was to be told where oul
telephone was. Il think I'll call uI
Mac, at headquarters" says he.
Now, Wilbur protests Mrs. Tutt
why do you bother to do that while
you're off on a vacation?"
"Oh, Id just like to know no"
things are coming on" says he. leav'
ing a perfectly good piece of squash
pie half finished and staggering tc
the phone. Hey, there, Central
Gimme long distance"
But from a twelve-party line where
they do most of their visiting ovei
lthe phone one doesn't get such speedy
service. Not with Mrs. Cy Hewitt
calling up her daughter Lizzie, over
| in westmoreland. and hearing all the
Details about how little Herbert wen'
exploring in the orchard and pokee
a stick into something that turnee
out to be an apartment hotel for hor'
nets I suppose somebody was CIV
ing somebody else their formula FOL
s3Aerberry wine. too. Generally thai
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twentv. minutes this family party OF
hers was all loaded into the gray
touring car and headed back toward
the mountains.
THEY had been gone perhaps an
i hour before this long distance
call came in and a smoth. oily voice
asked for Mr.. Wilbur Tut
Sorry" says /. but Mr.. Tutt
checked out right after dinner"
"Where was he going?" asked the
oily voice.
He didn't say" says I. And II
YOU ask me. 1 don't think he knew.
Maybe Mrs. Tut did. Is this the one
he called Mac"
NO" says the voice; this is the
district attorneys Office, Brooklyn.
Who are you?"
"Me?" says I. "Oh, I'm just the
landlady of Judd's Tavern, quiet
little roadhouse inn up in New Hamp-
shire, where nothing much ever hap
pens. Good night"
Perhaps he had more to say, but
hadn't, SO 1 hung up and turned TO
grin at Barry.
at looks as though Mrs. Tutt knew
what she was talking about, all
right" says I. They're after him."
"If they are" says Barry, I'm bet
ting they, don't find him. Not with
Mrs. Tut once more at the helm.
She's to shifty.'
HUH" breaks in Inez. Didn't
say that little feller don't look such
a-much?"
your very words, Inez," says I.
But he was putting up quite front
when he arrived"
And did you ever" says Barry,
know Of such a sudden collapse? 1t
was like pricking a toy balloon with
a pin But that was some jolt he got
wasn't it? Honest, watching that
Transformation scene Of his got me so
stirred up that I'm not a bit sleepy.
1 feel just as 1 do when I've come
home from the theater after watching
a Broadway thriller
ME too," says I. And just bear In
mind, Barry, when you're erouchins
about how dull it is up here that this
was where you saw Wilbur Tutt In
one of his big moments"
(Copyright, 1917. By Seweu Fos02
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dinners as when they're closing a
million dollar real estate deal or
watching their favorite rail STOCK
take the toboggin on new ruinor
from Washington. So why get rest
less"
Not that all this convinces Barry.
The male mind doesn't react IN tnat
way. He lunches his shoulders ana
walks off to wait at the post box for
the RID. carrier to bring yesterday
mornings newspaper And ] must
admit that 1 hardly expected to show
him any tense moments in our daily
round AS for me. l can get along
without them Watching the morn
ing mis,s burn off tne bald peak OF
A1onadnock. noting the fall foliage
rints grow deeper on west MIL
catching the CLEAN of sumac above
a messy stone wall. and wondering
how many motor parties will roll IN
before dark keep me from getting
homesick for stuffy studio in East
21st street With this crisp air, the
scent of Sairy's mince pies. and just
enough work to prevent me from
getting lazy, uoh I oSh io' i'
such thrills as Belasco likes to work
I'D at the end of the SECOND act.
x x x
AND when this gray touring car
n with all the luggage strapped
on the running board pulled up OUT
front I wasn't looking for anything
more exciting than family party
who might want to stay all night, OF
might not. 1t was a good guess
father, mother and daughter. MOI
such a classy-looking bunch. either,
for all the coonskin coats and the
monograms stamped on the suit cases.
Father was strutty little man.
bit pudgy about the belt. but with
peaked nose, a whittled-off chin. ana
rather bulgy eyes. Still, he had quite
an important air as he gave OF Or
ders to his chauffeur.
There was a lot to mother, however
Sort Of a human monument. she was;
high and wide and with chin enough
for two families. a hard and some
what battered face. mother had. and
was little surprised that she was
not the one who was doing the BOSS
ing. She was the kind that usually
does Not a peep, though. as the time
of dinner was settled and the un-
loading was going on. Father did all
the talking, settled who was to have
which room, and waved his stuboy
hands around pompous. Mother just
sat back and watched him admiring.
So did daughter. for that matter
And this husky, high-colored young
person in the sport hat and WIDE
checked golf suit wasn't exactly the
type you'd expect. to !overdo the pa
rental alteration act. No. She hao
rather a peevish mouth and bold eyes
and you'd guess that shed be ready
any moment to tell almost anybody
where they got of or to express her
personal likes and dislikes free ana
emphatic. But in this case she SIM
ply listened to father making the ar
rangements and never Clipped In
suggestion. She seemed to be watch
ing him approvingly II not fondly.
1t was only when 1 had towed them
into the living room and showed the
guest book at father that anything
like q difference of opinion bohbed
up. Mother looked over his shoulder
while he was registering.
~MY dsar." she remarkA "why not
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rode on. For the first time We had
seen, the enemy strike. and effec-
lively, too and we realized that al
last we were in it; We were to go
on with our guns, and there was to
be no turning back until the job was
done.
That night found US in the thick
of the forest. Yet even here there
was an amazing stream of traffic.
with military police standing at the
crossroads and directing its progress.
as though these were busy streets.
We halted for the night near bat
terry of "GPFs" held in reserve. On
one of them had been painted the
very significant slogan. WILSON'S
answer" Every time it barked it
sent a very effective message to the
enemy. Prisoners passed in long col
umns. Well fed. good-looking SOL
diers they were. too. They did not
look at all like the starving weak
lines we had expected to find. We
could tell that this was to be no
easy victory They had selected tne
hest of their army to oppose the
Americans.
From the walking wounded we
heard the story Of the day. Our rDen
had pressed forward distance OF
seven kilometers, had taken lo'oVo
prisoners. and. to use the WORDS OF
Gen. Pershing. 1--WE had gained our
point of forcing the battle INTO the
open"
X X x \
TN the chill rain of the morning VIC
| i moved again. Our reserve raions
were gone. Hungry. cold and tired we
| ioined the procession moving ever lot
ward. We had felt during the night the
thrill of enemy shells bursting over us.
We learned to know their warning
| whine and to locate the resultant crack
| which preceded the roar of explosion.
Engineers stood aside to let US pass
begrudging us the time which took them
away from the highly important work
Of preparing the roads for the tranc
that was to come. Regiments OF 1nfan-
try passed and repassed on the cross
road; tractors were putting amid tne
wilderness of underbrush, lining up the
bis guns for column formation; trucks
nv the hundreds and ambulances with
ont number; it seemed as though all
America was on the move-forward. :
The forest suddenly ended and We
came UPON the wreck of no mans land.
A sea of shell craters, dots in the earth
as thick as the pores on the back OF
ones hand stretched before us. Barbed
wire entanglements Of amazing intr-
cacy indicated the defenses Of yester-
day. We came to the edge OF the crest
and, looking across that awful valley,
We saw on the first day Of their de-
liyerance the villages of Montfaucon
and Malancourt. For four years they
had been strongholds Of the enemy, un :
ii, our men swept across the valley
against continuous lines OF machine
guns and smashed the front of the Hin
denburg line.
Now that the enemy was on the run
it was good military strategy to keep
him that way, and that for us meant
move" We were all commencing TO
feel the stupendous strain. Our horses
were dropping off and men had to give
their mounts to the, guns. Rations were
irregular and the almost continuous
rain kept one chilled.
All night we rode. hiding under pro;
tecting woods in the daytime, finding
water and food for our horses and some
rest for ourselves. In the gray dawn
we passed through the tomblike city 9!
! (ContIuusd on Sixth Pass.)
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had commenced and it's end was to
be the end of the war.
The gray light of dawn had some
what dimmed the appeal of the pic
ture. The roar of the guns had lost
its former attractiveness. We leaned
to secure some relief for our aching
bones. and they. true soldiers that
they were. plodded slowly on.
We came by the railroad artillery.
great naval guns with muzzles that
recoiled into innocent looking box
cars, still sending forth the roar that
had first charmed US the night before.
We passed the heavies. the long
graceful "GPF's" that SO rapidly sent
their six-inch message to the enemy,
$4,000 meters away.
We rode on and on until daylight
which offered a protecting covering
for the masses of "75's," which barked
away at intervals on the signal of a
whistle, their roar still as strong as
ever, but the scintillating beauty of
their flash gone in the revealing day.
light We scattered our horses
through the brush and spread our
blankets. wherever we could find
room. Like the little animals of the
forest that had lived their life under
the cover of protecting night, SO now
we lay down to sleep.
A n ~
A SUDDEN silence awakened US
\ There was a hush in the forest
termittent cracking roar. 1t was II
in the morning and the great bar
rage was over. Protected by the
curtain of fire that had advanced with
them through the night, the infantry
had most certainly reached its OBJ.
could have stood unscathed in thai
rain of metal.
Yet to US it scarce seemed like 8
battle. We had seen no enemy. We
had ridden for miles through lane:
of guns, that fired somewhere. to be
sure, oul " e Hdu Iediu ilo ais" Si
We joked about it as We ate oul
breakfast ration of French bread ant
goldfish. Then we "cuSsed" as thu
order came to saddle up and move
again.
Our scouts moved ahead. cleared th'
forest and then waited for the col
umn to take the turn in the road
The noon sun played upon the grea
sausage shaped observation balloon!
that swung lazily amid the scattered
clouds, enabling their observers t.
report on the effectiveness of tn,
| nights work. AS we watched WI
| were startled to see parachute sud
denly drop. then a plane dash from
out of the protecting folds of cloud
| and an instant later the great bal
/ loon was a mass of flame and fell,
| sagging rag. to the earth.
! The spit of machine guns and tn
! cry Of "Boche.' added 10 the excite
ment of the moment. The plane dis
F., appeared. and then darted again int
view. sending it's spray of bullet
| into a second balloon. which, like tn
first, dropped. leaving trail o
smoke to mark its passage earth
ward
We watched the aviator speed lik
! a dot in the sky back to his lines
i,Then there came other dots. whic
! encircled him, and in few moment
| he dropped to the earth, tiny bal
| of fame. He had played his par
| and paid the price.
Now we were more sober - "
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Veteran of Argonne Recalls Struggle,
Just Four Years Ago, Climax of War

n
CianRo lGunF
Startling Two Brilliant Cos Procainng Obce
Forwar ,As sFrontof denbu Line L Smashed
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WILBUR IN A BIG MOMENT

No Real
in the He Had
From
AID SnMoher and the Husky Gladys Lose Their Rapt Admiration
for the Former Heroo the eT1ou:
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i dramatist. who came through
with what he thought was
a knockout blow at our peaceful life
UP here in the New Hampshire hills.
I'll admit says he. that If
we're writing light stuff, vaudeville
skits. l could pick up more or less
material in this roadside inn of yours.
Trilby May For you do have some
freaky guests drifting in. But as
for real life, we don't see it. We
meet people who are at play. We
don't see them in-well, in their big
moments"
And you would il you were back
In New York. eh?" says !.
I'D be more likely to-" says he.
Il don't believe it," says |. People
don't stop living when they're off on
vacations. They may think. when
they start touring the mountains.
that they cut the wires. But they
haven't. Fate is just as liable to plug
in up here as on the corner of 42d and
Broadway: and the big punch is quite
as apt to come while they're enjoying
one of our justly famed fried chicken
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at the commencement OF a
vast spectacle. In its very
setting it resembled the mysterious
nreparation which takes place before
the rise of the curtain. The lnkS
blackness of the misty night permit
ted no view of the road along which
we were passing. We Knew not
where we were going. nor what we
were to do. We were conscious onis
of the vital necessity of clinging TO
the extreme right of the ROAD 10
escape collision with the countless
rearward speeding trucks whose
giant black hulks were silhouetted
against the few stars which strug-
rled to twinkle through the mist.
we.were conscious. too, as we ap-
preached this theater of war that
there was an abundance of prepara-
tion. 1t was quite evident that thls
was no ordinary event in which we
were to take part. Masses OF men
lined the side of the road, thelr
bodies mingling with the bordering
trees until they seemed as one. In
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the distance We could hear the puff
fing of a giant locomotive. and as we
came to a rise in the road we could
see its immense train of fiat cars
bearing great guns.
One could tell by the very appear
ance of it all that it was American.
To tell the truth. we were a bit
dazed by the magnitude of the busi-
ness. We had left the States wear
but only the insignia entitled us to
the name. Scores of us had never
seen a gun. more had never heard
the sound of an exploding shell. and
others had been gathered from the
mountains Of Kentucky and Tennes-
see and transported overseas with
such astounding swiftness that they
must have believed it all dream.
Six weeks before we had been grant
ed our first look at French rs ;
our officers had been taught the mys-
teries of "Dy zero; the men had mas
tered the fuse setter and gun drill,
and now. with French horses wearing
French harness. pulling French guns,
but manned and ridden by Americans,
we were on our way to battle. Yet in
fact this very situation was in itself
a tribute to American initiative and
extraordinary ability to grasp quickly
those details necessary in the man
aeement of a great business.
X \ \
THE mist had lifted somewhat as
l. we turned off the main road
onto a paved but narrow high
way that led through open country.
We could now see some of the details
Of the landscape. Our eyes, too, had
become used to the darkness. and al
though no artificial light of any kind
was visible we could make out the
signs of other battles.
/ The horrible devastation was op-
pressive. We came upon a village,
shostly in it's whiteness; we passed
naming symbol being the dignif1ed
fireplace which had preserved its
character while all about had crum-
bled. 1t was but typical of the sorrow
that was everywhere. One could al
most picture in the starlight the
family grouped about it. the genera
tions that it had known and the
tragedy of the last day when destruc-
ton came.
We rode now into a valley. In front
of us was the outline of a crest and
over that we knew we would find
war. 1t came to US sooner. perhaps
than we expected. Along the horizon
there rose a vivid line of fame as
though dawn were dashing upon us
In an instant gigantic cracking
roar followed the flash with such
startling suddenness that our horses
veterans though they were, SHE'D of
the road.
The light seemed to dance upon the
crest like the flames from a distant
burning building. At times it was
so brilliant that it lit up the road
before US and revealed what the
shadows before had suggested. Their
It was like far-off cracking thunder
with sparkling bits of light such a.
the grindstone throws off when we
bear heavily with the AK We were
stunned by it's awful magnitude. were
IMPRESSED with its majestic beauty
We had entered into the theater
This was our first scene of the grea'
drama The battle which historian.
were to record a. the Argonne-Meust
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BY MELVIN ID. HILDRETH.
Ex-Serxeant, r. A., A. f. F.

CR going into action was
much like entering an arena
at the commencement Of a
vast spectacle. In its very
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BY SEWEI.L FORD.

NJ EXT it was Barry Platt. the
nj single : footing. one = play
Il dramatist. who came through
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twenty. minutes this family party of
hers was all loaded into the gray
touring car and headed back toward
the mountains.
Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1922-04-30

scious. He was rushed 10 n hospital.
but died. The body was buried at the
old Allan lot In Westminster Church.
''If~len" of PO-'s Poem.
MrE Stnnnard. the Helen of his
poem by that name. was tho mother
Fosters now IL. directly back OF 80.
Paufs Church. She died aud was
buried in Shockoe Cemetery. where
PocH foster mother lis buried, and
intrr where they buried Mrs. Shelton.
TO lieien' made it's appearance frs,
! In 1881. although the first COPY is
found I'm an album In a collection
owned by Mrs. Stewart Woodward. II
iihcal descendant Of Poe. In Baiti-
more. which establishes It's date as
carrier than that The Handwriting
OF the poem Is not poe's
During his las; stay In Richmond.
roe walked much with Judge Robert
W. hughes. writer on the Examiner.
the offices Of which were located then
i"clflh streets. Poe did review
work on this paper and published nj
! II THE Raven" "Lcnorc" was uuh
iish"d in The wh!g"
/ The Shrine In the garden OF tho
OLD brick house on East Main stree,
Is built Of bricks from tn. Office of
tn" southern Literary Messenger
.
| s"hal papers, and In which was
found BY Mr.. Witty "A secret com
pnrtmcnt with manuscript in poa's
| own handwriting. arc some Of tho
treasures OF the shrine Tho floor
| in ono of the rooms il built iron,
wood from the Ola Messenger Office
whilc the partition Is tho same as
| tho one In poc's office.
| Poe's "Euchnnted Garden
| The garden OF the Shrine was con-
coived after the reading OF q letter
from Poe. In which he speaks OF "au
enchanted garden" where the roses
were 80 lovely that the wind had
| 10 stand on tlptoe to get in" J. H.
| Wnit'E. president Of the Poe Shrine.
| ana an authority on Poe, and who
| furnished most Of tho material for
| this hrtIcle. stated yesterday. The
garden OF which Poe spoke was To-
Gated At Second and Franklin
| Streets. Mr.. Witty pointed out.
"A man Of highly sensitive nature.
keen intellect. refined and elegant
| manners and fascinating personality.
| touched with pride. murbidncss and
vanity. impclied by whim and i'm
nulse and desire for some unattain-
able ideal of beauty: such WAS Poe
sc wc sen him through his letters ana
his literary productions" John CAL
| I'm Me;calf says.
/ No singer NJ old glory
| Lifting accustomed inyr,
| No harper for new glory,
! No mcdicaut for praise.
II" struck high chords and splendid
J Wherein wcrc Hnrcely blended
| Tones tina. unfinished ended
| WIN his unfinished days
JOHN HENRY EONER