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The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1925-12-19

New York hotels ask to serve
mincc pie with brandy Christmas.
, Some may even want to leave off the
pie.
The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1925-12-19

A new airplane is supposed to
travel 800 miles an hour, which is
almost as fast as Christmas is COM
ing.
The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1925-12-19

This is the proper time Of the year
to get amnesia, so you can claim you
naturally forgot to send Christmas
presents.
New Britain herald., 1925-09-05
MAY SEYMOUR 
W BEATP|CE PUpTON z, z,

Don't move or make a sound, darling!" he said again In her ear. Shell be gone In q minute"
 May ground her teeth. It was bad enough to be caught this way even if she had loved Mir. Harker, but hating him the way she hated him .!
 For two pins I'd go right out and tell her what you were doing" she missed.
 Again the tapping sounded upon the door. This time 1t was more violent. Could 1t be that Paul inc" could hear the whispers with in7
 What would you tell her I was doing?" asked MT. Harker, under cover of the tapping, Making love to me against my will, you beast, you!' May whisper ed furiously. You know what you were doing, without my telling you!"
 MT. Harker laughed silently. There came sound of retreating footsteps on the sidewalk outside | the office, and In & minute or two Mir Harker unlocked the door and threw 1t open. | May sank down at her desk and hid her face In her folded arms. She was shaking from head 10 foot.
 Suddenly she heard voice d. reetly behind her a woman's voice.
 "Now. Henry Harker, what were you and that girl doing in here, locked up alone" 1t asked.
 There was only groan from Harker.
 May swung around in her chair. Not two feet from her stood Mrs. Harker. arms akimbo, eyes fixed on May like twin points of steel.
 Even through her terror, May couldn't help thinking how much better Mrs. Harker would look fl she'd darken those white eyeiashes of hers, and rub a powder pun across her red nose. ,
 You hussy" Mrs. Harker ad' dressed her in a voice that rumbled like distant thunder. You hussy
New Britain herald., 1925-09-05

Today you will read the last chap ter of the story Cf David Copper field" Children who have saved the dolls will now be able to act out the whole story. A new story will start on Monday.
 After walking many, many miles and putting up with all sorts of hardships, David finally reached his aunts home. His bundle of clothes had been stolen, also the little money that he had. He was forced to sell the coat off his back 10 get enough to eat.
 Of course, his aunt did not rec ognize him. having never even so much as looked at him when she discovered he was q boy. But she took him in and washed and dressed him and when she heard his story she sent for MT. Murdstone. Now, when Miss Trotwood saw the cruel NIT. Murdstone she felt so sorry for poor David that she determined to keep him with her and give him a happy homo forever. And so, after so much misery and hardship, David at last found the happy home he SC truly deserved.
 Miss Trotwood's cape should be ltan with blue enbroidery.l
New Britain herald., 1925-09-05
THE STORY so FAR,

May Seymour, whose husband killed himself because Of her love affair with another man. returns to her home town after q years ab- sence. She sells her property, and with her tiny fortune In cash, sets out to ind and marry . man with money.
 At Atlantic City she meets Her. bert Waterbury and Dan sprasue through divorcee, Mrs. Carlotta Frolkins. Both men pay suit to May, much to the distress of Car. lotta, who has long been in love with Dan. She and May become great friends, however, and Car. lotta asks May to winter with her In her California bungalow.
 May sets her cap for Waterbury, whom she believes to be rich. He finally proposes, and May accepts him, Later she turns all her money over to him to invest for her, and he disappears with 1t!
 Penniless, May sells her furs and diamonds to buy a ticket to Los Altos California, where Carlotta | has her home. On the way there | she stops off to see her friends, the | Dick Gregorys, and meets a wealthy widower, Ulysses Forgan. He falls in love with her at first sight and | asks her to marry him. But she re- fuses him, telling him that shs likes him too well to marry him without | love.
 In California she tries to "break into" the movies and fails. Then, through Dan Sprague, she gets . job in the real estate office of liar ker and Harker. One day the elder Harker locks May into the office l and tries to make love to her.
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 With fascinated eyes she watched ] Mir. Harker come slowly toward her across the tiny office. As he came May backed away from him, ster by step, knowing all the while that she should not back away. l What she ought 10 do, she told herself, was to stand her ground | firmly,
New Britain herald., 1925-09-05
A Wife's Confessional G. Adele Garrson's New Phase of
 REVELATIONS OF A WIFE

ton told me that a stronger epithet had been upon her lips and only changed because of my frequent ad- monition to her upon the subject or her emphatic speech.
 Careful. Katie!" l warned me- chanlcally, motioning her to precede me into the hall. .purposely lott cred until I had seen her safely within my mother-in-law's door, and then I descended the stairs to the library.
 "PIeasc Tell Mir. Eldridge"
 Outside the closed door I waited, suddenly panic-stricken, going over and over the story of my finding of the card which Lillian had outlined, It was debasing affair, this aiding criminal to escape the law because feared he was my husbands half brother. But I was committed to it now, and with somewhat the feeling of a trapped animal who sees no way out tapped upon the library door.
 "Come in," Lillian called, and when I opened the door l saw her leaning back in an armchair, her cheeks too flushed, her eyes alto- gether too bright to suit my anxiety for her. already sharpened by the fact that this was but the second time she had ventured downstairs since her illness. A stocky, power ful-looking man rose to his feet as I entered and acknowledged Lillisn's introduction as "Mr. Eldridge" with an awkwardness which showed that he was little used to practicing the social graces. sat down quickly near Lillian and she gestured him back to his seat, then turned to me
 If you'll just tell Mir. Eldridge about your fndirg of that card" she said. You see, I've been so ill.," she made a pretty gesture of apolo- gy, that I know little or nothing about it."
 I knew that this speech was in line with her determination, as re- serve officer of the government, to keep herself aloof from any possible connection with or knowledge Of Steye's escape. I hurriedly outlined to the attentive MT. Eldridge the story she had rehearsed before.
 He remained silent for two or three minutes after I had finished and I saw that he was turning the details over in his mind and care fully filing them away. Then he said, quietly:
 You say this fellow Is down at this Mrs. Ticer's now?'
 q fancy so," forced my dry lips to say, knowing that Steve was, in all probability. many miles on his way to freedom.
 "Then l guess I might as well step around and get him." he said.
 Copyright, 1925, by Newspaper Feature Service, Inc
New Britain herald., 1925-09-05

screen door and waddled away down the sunny street.
 May laughed helplessly. What a woman." she thought. She's just made up her mind that every woman who earns her own living Is a vamp, and nothings go- ing to change her, I'll bet that right now she thinks that l invited Har- ker to make love to me. after all!"
 Signing, she opened the drawer of her desk and took out her hands bag some clean handkerchiefs, and few lead pencils, She couldn't ever darken the doors of Harker's office again. That was certain. [.
 Where would she go, now? What would she do?
 She asked herself these questions walking wearily along toward the shady street toward Carlotta's bungalow,
 At last she made up her mind not to try to find work for few weeks She was tired, and it would be lovely to do nothing just to "lop around" in Carlotta's conn tortable little bungalow. Carlotta wouldn't mind she'd probably love to have her around to help out with tho housework a little.
 
 A delicious odor greeted her nos- trls when she opened the front door Of the bungalow minnts later. She shifted appreciatively,
 Roast duck and apple fritters!" Carlotta greeted her, poking her l head around the corner of the door that led from the kitchen. Were having regular dinner party to- night, with sheiks n everything!"
 "shelks?" May asked. puzzled.
 Nothing else, but" answered Carlotts, coming into the hall, May saw that she was dressed in her best embroidered crep'' and had her thin light hair new,y nnarcelled. "Dan's coming, and he's bringing Gabriel Gugliemo with him"
 May gasped. Gabriel Guglieme was probably the handsomest man in the world certainly tho handsomest one on the screen. | How In the world does Dan hap- pen to know him?" she asked.
 Carlotta shrugged. How does Dan know anybody" she asked. "He just picks people up. Every body likes him. , Now, look here, May, you leave this Guglieme man alone! You can firt all you want to with Dan, but lay of the Dago. I want to vamp him, and make Dan jealous. See?"
 May opened her eyes wide. Well. I like that" she cried. Trying to tell me what men to talk to :. |. . or what men not to talk to! You certainly have your nerve, Carlot- ia. I'll do as l please!"
 There was insoence in her very walk as she swung into her own bedroom and closed the door. Le Gro Be ContinueJ)
New Britain herald., 1925-09-05

those horses. Such a prancing and dancing and kicking and squealingl Such plunging! It was a wonder that that wagon wasn't upset. But finally Farmer Brown managed to quiet the horses and by this time they had left the Yellowjackets be- hind.
 Farmer Brown got some mud and put 1t on the wounds made by those sharp little lanees. That made the horses feel better. He put some on his own wounds, too, and that made him feel better.
 It was after dark when Farmer Brown ventured to drive back up the Long Lane. The Yellowja had all gone to bed. There was no more trouble, but he knew that there was likely to be trouble whenever any one passed that way,
 "We1l have to smoke them out" said Farmer Brown. "Well have to go down there and smoke them out" Now, some one besides Sammy Jay Aasssn all that had happen- cd, 4&kne one was Jimmy Skunk, Jimmy had been taking q nap hidden in the thick bushes that grew beside the Long Lane. Of
New Britain herald., 1925-09-05

Breakfast -- Baked pears cereal, thin cream, fish and potato pufs, cornmesi muffins, milk. coffee.
 Luncheon Cauliflower on toast with cheese, lettuce salad, toasted mufins. apple sauce, milk, tea,
 Dinner Broilcd sirloin steak, baked potatoes. peppers stuffed with corn. apple and celery salad, plum pudding, whole wheat bread. milk. coffee,
 The plum ruddng" sounds like Christmas but this pudding IS made with fresh rtums and stale cake crumbs
 Of course, children under six years Of age are not served the stuffed peppers suggested in the dinner menu hut we'll l-balanced meal is provided for them without this vegetable,
 CaulinUwer on Toast
 One large eaullhowsr, egg. tablespoons cold water, l-2 tea spoon salt Is teaspoon pepper, 1 cup fine dried bread crumbs, 1-2 cup grated cheese. tablespoons butter, tablespoon flour, i-4 tea spoon salt, pepper, 1 cup milk, tablespoons cream.
 Let caulifowsr stand head down in cold salted water for l-2 hour Drain and separate into novsretteS
New Britain herald., 1925-09-05
Don't you dare!

But what she was afraid et was that if she did firmly stand her ground, Mir, Harker would seize her and kiss her. Kiss her with those horrible wet lips of his that wero stretched above his yellow teeth! Mir. Harker chewed tobacco.
 At last May felt her shoulder blades touch the wall. She realized that she had backed away from Mir, Harker just as far as she could. And still he kept on coming.
 Don't you dare come 6 step nearer to mel" she panted. Don't you dare, If you do, I'll scream so the whole town can hear mel" Her voice was faint and fiat.
 Mir. Harker smiled. "oh, no, you won't!" he said comfortably. "You want this just as much as do, Your eyes have been asking me 10 kiss you for a week! And what's 8 little kiss between friends, anyway? . Just a little love, 8 little kiss eh""
 Before May could say another word in protest he took her firmly in his arms, and bent his head down so close 10 hers that she | could feel his tobacco-laden breath on her cheek.
 Then suddenly he let her go. What was that?" he missed. "S-ssh!" He laid one of his dirty fingers on Mays mouth.
 There was a faint tapping on the outer side Of the door one loud tap followed by three short ones. IL sounded again,
 That's Pauline she always raps that way!" Mir. HarkeF vhis- pered in Nays ear, Don't make g sound, darling!"
 Pauline" was Mir. Harker's wife short, fat woman with light hair and eyelashes; a muscular and strong minded woman, of whom il was said that Mir. Harker was nor. tally afraid.
 May was sure she could feel his knees shaking now. His voice shook when he spoke.
New Britain herald., 1925-09-05

faced each other without . sound, for q long moment. s. , |, "The woman tempted me-"
 Then May found her voice. It cut the stiffness like the hiss of a knife hurled through the room.
 Your husband lies when he says that!" SC said. He locked me In here and tried to make love to me to kiss mel If he'd touched me I think should have died. I loathe your husband.
 She shuddered, and waited for Mrs. Harker to speak. But the square woman with her white lashes and colorless lips evidently had nothing more to say, She stood staring at May for what seemed an eternity. and then collapsed heavily on q chair beside the door,
 He's been doing this for thirty years" May finally heard her nut ter to herself in a thoughtful, dull tone: For thirty years"
 Doing what7" May asked.
 Mrs. Harker shrugged her mas sive shoulders. Carrying on with other women . and then telling me 1t wasn't his fault" she eg- plained thickly. q used to wond~ what there was about him that at- tracted women. He sand he couldn't turn around without having some woman after him. But l see, now - it's he that's been doing all the chasing!"
 She nodded slowly as If her head carried great weight. Yep, he's been fooling me for thirty years?' she repeated, and got heavily to her fset. And I've watched him like a hawk, tool"
 Well. ] guess there's nothing l can do about it." she went on smoothing down her wide unfash- ionable skirts. and straightening her hat,
 At the door she turned again and faced May with suspicion clearly written in her pale eyes.
 You're sure you're telling me the truth? You're sure you didn't lead him en?" she asked sharply
 Mays smile pltied her. Listen tc me a minute, Mrs. Harker," sht said. You're like all the rest O. the married women. You think tha just because a girl works in an of ice with your husband she must b' in love with him. But it's not so Nine times out of ten bust ness woman asks nothing but to b' let alone by her boss and all tho rest of the men who work witt her. She usually has beau of hel
 stuff and nonsense!" Mrs. liar , ker interrupted her rudely, "Yol can't tell me anything about stenog raphers. They're crazy about mel most of 'em or the. wouldn't hunt jobs in offices full o men! They'd be dressmakers, O teachers, or or missionaries" And with mad gesture of he Tapping hand she opened l.
New Britain herald., 1925-09-05

you"
 May was too startled to speak. She inwardly cursed Mr. Harker's stupidity in unlocking the door the minute he thought his wife was out of the way.
 Trying to take my husband away from mel" gasped Mrs. Har- ker, skipping Mays desk with the fiat of her hand by way of empha- sis.
 May tried 10 answer her ,. tried to tell her that Mir. Harker had tried to kiss her by force |. but she couldn't frame the words. All she could think of was a sen- tence in Ulysses Forgan's letter: This world is no fit place for a beautiful woman to trot about In, alone" How true that was!
 May felt terribly alone at this moment. There was no one 10 stand up for her, to take her part. And she was blameless, too!
 She turned to Harker who wal leaning weakly against the door jamb.
 "Tell her" she pleaded, 'that 4 wasn't my fault. You know fl wasn't my fault"
 At that Mrs. Hsrker wheeled and faced her husband. She shook hel fist at him.
 Just you dare to defend her!' she cried, Just you dare open you mouth to me about that ths woman. Henry Harker!"
 The man blsd visibl! through all his great bulk. He look ed wildly about him, then suddenl. stopped to pick up his hat from thu floor where It had fallen. He pu it on.
 I'm not going to defend myself Pauline" he said 10 his wife. "Bu remember what Adam said in tn Garden of Eden The woman tempted me and I did est!'"
 And with that he was gone, tn screen door slanming behind him
 His words seemed 10 hang in tn air between the two women wh
New Britain herald., 1925-09-05
Hot-1'empered Folk
By Thornton w. Burgess

Who for defense is fully armed
 You'll find is very seldom harmed.
 Old Mother Nature.
 In the Long Lane leading from Farmer Browns barnyard down to the Green Meadows and the corn field live certain little hot-tempered people. They had been there all summer. At first there had been only a few of them, but now there were many of them and each one carried sharp little lance. They lived beside the road in a messy bank. They were Yellowjackets, which, you know, are a kind of Wasp.
 Now, at first no one had bother ed them and so they had bothered no one. But as they grew more and more numerous they began to make some trouble. Twice Farmer Browns Boy was stung by them when he happened to stop close be- side the little holes in the ground which were the entrances to their homes. Then one day Farmer Brown drove down the Long Lane and Bowser the Hound trotted along beside the wagon. Presently Bowser ran ahead. He thought he smelled something up on the bank. and, as his way, he ran up with his nose to the ground. He ran right over the homes of the Yel- lowjackets. Out they came, each with his little lance ready for busi- ness. But Bowser had passed on and they didn't see him. They saw Farmer Brown and his two big horses, who were just passing. Things happened in the Long Lane! My, my my, should say they did happen! Sammy Jay saw 1t all and tells about 1t to this day. You see, those horses started to run away. Those horses always had been treated kindly, and they didn't know what to make of those sharp pains made by the lances of the Yellowjackets. Farmer Brown him. self fared no better. But he could pay no attention to anything but
New Britain herald., 1925-09-05

have forsaken them, and they will stare the last great adventure in the face with great fear and trembling.
 It is a rather peculiar state of affairs that Mrs. John Alden Pres cotts pearls are woven in with this sordid tragedy. It makes one think that the old tradition of bad luck following in the wake of pearls Is true one.
 The jewels have contacted with the highest and the lowest. They have caused the death of one young girl in the heyday of her beaE.y and they have given a woman eNi- dently old and submerged in sin q taste of what a lingering death oi starvation may mean.
 About the jewels belonging tc | Mrs. Prescott there has hung TO- manco, jealousy, unhappiness and 1 sin. The string is supposed 10 be l the most valuable in the United States. but Mrs. Prescott has beer heard to say that she hopes she will never feel them on her neck again. One rather thinks that nc | woman would ever wear splendid jewels If she could know their his tories. There is not a valuable string of pearls, not a great dh mond or ruby or emerald In tho United States today that has no had a history of bloodshed anc tragedy.
 One awaits the conclusion of th' story of the Prescott pearls in thu future with interest.
 Copyright, 1925, NEA Service
 lnc.)
 TOMORROW - Letter iron James Condon to Sally Atherton,
New Britain herald., 1925-09-05
Editorial in the pittsburgh Sun

IhIItuFtuI h'hHh
 The letter printed in the news columns of the Sun yesterday was a most Illuminating sideiight on lhe soul of q woman.
 It also shows that the physical side of human being is not to be ignored.
 Until the woman who calls her. self Mabel suffers the bangs of hunger. she strides through life In her ruthless way. By her own con- fession she encouraged man to make love to her hoping that in some way she could get rid of the husband she had found out 10 be a crook. She did manage to ef- Actually get rid of this husband, for in a sudden it of anger he shot and killed her lover and was sent to prison for life.
 In part of the letter which was not published she tells how she in- ve.gled another man-hardly more than a boy to fall in love with her. and one Of the reasons why she came back was 10 he revenged op the woman who foiled her.
 She wanted 10 make the whole world suffer for her own sins, and she succeeded in doing it for a long while, but st last fate overlook her If her conscience did not cry out against her, her stomach did - Alone and Hungry - that is the head that might be written oveI most Of those who prey upon so. eiety, when they become old.
 The man or woman who seeks tc wrest wealth from those who have honestly earned 1t will surely come ia d time and place whore the friends they have betrayed vii
New Britain herald., 1925-09-05
Madge Comes Face to Face With the Government Agent

rhuge Conies fhcc 10 Face With the Government Agent
 So fatigued was I when l took leave of Katie in the hall. that upon reaching Dicky's room I waited only to kick my shoes off hurriedly and then flung myself fully dressed upon the bed, where l slept heavily, dreamlessly. until Katie's knock upon the door brought me back to wakefulness again.
 Come in," called, and my little maid tiptoed into the room, every rsrve and muscle patently vibrant 10 the melodramatic mystery which she believed to be surrounding us.
 Dot man coon see Meesis Under wood" she whispered so sibllantly that I looked to see that the dcor was closed. Otherwise the man downstairs surely could have heard her.
 I raised myself to q sitting pos lure, swung my feet out of bed and stopped for my shoes, But my little maid was ahead of mo and, shoes in hand, looked up smiling.
 You shoost sit still. feex,' she said, and deftly invested me with my tootgear, giving each shoe tender little pat as she tied the laces. Katie Is one of the rare people who delight in devoted personal service te employers, and she is never more enthusiastic or cheerful than when she can help me dress.
 "Thank you, Katie" I said gratt- fully when she had finished, for de- spite my Puritan ancestry there IS ?. touch of the sybarite in me and inc little service she had rendered me was most welcome. How ]org has the man been here7"
 "He sl1oost coom," she answered. "Meesis Underwood she shoost 20 down by library. und ven she at head of stairs she say to me, Katie. you 20 by your Meesis Graham, toll her shake her feet qveeck by library"
 "Go tn Mother Graham"
 I bit my lips at Katie's character istically free translation of Lillian's message. and waiting only to smooth my hair and slip on an unrumplod gown moved toward the door stopping on the threshold to give Katie parting direction.
 'Go directly to Mother Graham's roon." commanded, "and stay there. IT she Is busy with the c'ean- ing she will not worry about the man downstairs"
 Into Katie's eyes came an impish Iittle gleam.
 Don't worry" she said. v geef her something to tink over. clean aomething not to suit her and she forget eferytins giving me bad warm nlace." ....
 Her ludicrous glance of eonsterna-