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The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-04-17

Miss Isabelle Kendig for the Amer
lean Civil Liberties Union. protested
against the violation Of rights OF min.
critics which ls9implicit In any plan
Of conscription.
The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-04-17
Against Open Saloon.

."You also believe that If there were
open saloons, for sale of beer and
wines, that might bevused as cover
by which proprietors could slip their
customers Illicit whiskey?" Reed
asked. "And that would increase your
dificulties?"
The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-10-01

"Oh mol 1t makes feel fine to know you re out here
the back steps worrying about all the time m gone
I'm not worrying about you honey. You know your
Dad thinks you're the finest girl that lived"
Sonia smiled
otis just that can't get used to the idea that you old
enough to go out alone with the boys at night"
'Wel m out of high school guess that ought to
be old enough. Dad want to go to work.
He rose rather heavily for short and reentered
the kitchen Sonia followed him.
Daddy, did you hear what said? I want to go away
from here and get job could be bookkeeper head
of my class
IT can't let you go away fro mhome honey You're
young The face he turned her lined with years
his futile struggle get ahead But if you find
thing to do here in Stockton -
''Never! III die first won't stay in this town another
month"
Whte-faced, they stared at each other.
"Sona what do you meanY
Il mean hate it. hate the minded, suspicious
people hate this house. the disorder the dshwashng hate
myself and the things find myself doing. -
But Sonia you re not going away. won't let you You
can't.
81 will!' she cried passionatey. 'I'm going to Sar
Francisco where live my life. And I'll hate you if
you try to stop me-
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promised telephone call. It was Mrs.
Ettleson who chopped ice in the
kitchen, to fill the ice cap for the
stricken woman's head. 1t was Mrs.
Ettleson who deftly undressed her
and eased the heavy, inert body into
clean white nightgown,
Bob" Faith, sped into\the tele-
phone. Can you come-at once?"
Something dreadful has happened.
No-Cherry's not sick. Something
else. I can't explain. Mother has
faiated-Cherry's gone-oh, Bobr'
III be right there, Faith, DEAR"
Bob's voice, sweet. comforting. in
spite Of the terror in it. was like a
kiss on Faiths ice-cold lips.
AS they worked over her mother,
Faith marveled, for the thousandth
time in her life, at her fathers gen.
tleness and tenderness toward his
wife. She was vast and ugly in her
cheap, unadorned nightgown, with
her graying, thin hair struggling
over the pillow, her thick. purplish
lips putting out grotesquely on her
gusts Of hardwon breath. But Jim
Lanes knuckly, toil-hardened hands
touched her thick, freckled arms, her
heavy, saggfng, purple-veined cheeks
with all the reverent gentleness that
a bridegroom would have shown to
his lovely young bride.
Faith, weeping silently as she
waited for the doctor and for Bob
Hathaway, looked at him as if she
had never seen him before-this
rather shy. hen-pecked, gentle man
who would soon be old-and realized
that to him the woman who lay help
less and fat and ugly on the bed they
had shared for so many years was
the girl who had been his bride. His
love for her had burned steadily
through twenty-five years Of married
life, of embarrassing and poverty and
i'll health. George would have been
like that-and she hated herself that
she could think of her own affairs
while her mother lay unconscious
and gasping for breath.
They arrived almost together-the
doctor and Bob Hathaway. She had
Just shown the doctor to her moth
er's room when Hathaway, without
knocking, opened the screen door Of
the living room.
els she going to die, DR.. Atkins?"
Faith whispered in terror, as the
doctor shook his head over her
mothers condition.
IT hope not" he answered gravely.
But I'm afraid another attack like
this will be the end. You must pro-
tect her against shocks, excitement
of any kind"
Mrs. Ettleson rose from her place
on the edge Of the bed, where she
had been stroking Mrs. Lanes wrists,
and hurried, blinded with tears.
from the room.
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tleson. alone"
Il didn't come here to make trou.
BILE between a mother and daughter"
Mrs. Etteson interrupted, her thin
hands twisting together in painful
embarrassment, her pale, greenish-
gray eyes-the eyes of timid, weak
woman at last aroused to the fight
ing point-wide with fright and
righteous anger. But I think your
mother has a right to know, Miss
Lane, that your sister has come be-
tween me and my husband. I have
every reason to believe they've run
away together today"
In the stunned, dreadful silence
that followed, both Faith and her
father moved instinctively toward
Mrs. Lane. Cherrys mother rose, a
vast upheaving bulk, from her chair,
her dropsy-puffed hands gripping
the arms of the wicker chair so that
the yielding. dry cane creaked-a
loud, nePve-scratching sound in that
awful silence. Faith on one side of
her, Jim Lane on the other, flung
their arms around her, but she
shrugged her heavy shoulders, as if
to shake off their protecting love.
You're a liar" Her voice, harsh
and trembling with wrath, shattered
the silence, made poor, insignificant,
shabby little Mrs. ~Ettleson cringe,
as If the words had struck her.
How dare you? Get out OF my
house, or I'll kick you out, you
sniveling, whimpering hussy! Get
out, I tell you"
Mother, Please, Mother! You'll
kill yourself, Motherw Faith begged
brokenly, her arms straining to pull
her mother back into her chair.
"She has bad heart, Mrs. Ettleson."
She turned wild, imploring eyes
upon the frightened woman who was
covering against the table. Wont
you go outside? I'll talk with you
there-please! Oh, Dad" she cried
shrilly, as her mothers body sagged
suddenly, lurched heavily toward
the floor. "She's fainted Call the
doctor quick, quick!'
I'm sorry, I'm sorryr' Mrs. Ettle-
son moaned helplessly.
Get some water-the kitchen
straight back" Faith painted, while
her father ran to the hall to tele-
phone.
Faith never afterwards clearly re-
membered Just what was said and
done in those dreadful twenty min
utes before the doctor arrived, but
tears of shame and gratitude always
stung her eyes at the remembrance
Of how poor. bewildered little Mrs.
Ettleson had risen to the occasion.
In those twenty minutes she lost her
identity as a wronged wife, assumed,
with quiet dignity and efficiency, the
role Of ministering angel. It was
Mrs. Ettleson who bathed the purple
face of the unconscious woman while
Faith answered Bob Hathaway's
The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-10-01

"F'aithr' It was Bob's voice, call
ing her in cautious, low tones.
She was so white, so terrified.
when she came walking jerkily to-
ward him that Bob Hathaway
sprang to her side. and put his arm
around her shoulders.
what is it, Faith? I'll do any
thing in the world-tell me-"
Bob" and Faith raised her head
with that sudden, proud gesture
which he was coming to associate
with her, this is Mrs. Ettleson
Mrs. Albert Ettleson. She came here
today to tell us that Cherry-that
Cherry has run away with her hus-
band. We've got to stop her, Bob
if it isn't too late"
"Oh, my Godr His tall body
doubled suddenly, as if he had been
struck knockout blow.
II wish to God I'd never Conner
Mrs. Ettleson began to weep, gasp
ingly, like a child. albert isn't
worth it all. If I'd known about her
mother-oh, I'll kill myself if poor
Mrs. Lane dies!' -.
I've mustn't waste time" Faith
said sharply, because she was so
torn between pity for Mrs. Ettleson
and Bob Hathaway and her anxiety
for her mother and for Cherry.
We've got to get Cherry back
right away, Bob! The doctor said
another attack might" she
choked on sob that tore her throat.
Mrs. Ettleson, won't you tell us
just what you know?" Bob Hatha-
way, sensing Faiths need and terror,
got hold Of himself miracuiously.
Lets try to get at this thing sensi-
bly,. You may be entirely wrong,
you know. Please tell us exactly
what you know about Cherry and
your husband"
Mrs. Ettleson dabbed at her tear
streaked cheeks with the back of a
thin hand. "Albert-Mrs. Ettleson-
and I live in Indianapolis. He's a
travelling salesman for the Tip-Top
Gas Range Company, and he comes
to this town once month. / help
him with his reports. I used to be a
stenographer before I married and
they know me at his Office. They let
me have his mail to forward to him,
or to answer. IL it's something 1 can
attend to-" There was a curious rip
pie Of pride in the dead, fiat tones Of
her voice.
about two months ago he. got a
letter in a girls handwriting from
this town. IL didn't worry much"
her listeners knew, with an acute
pang Of pity, that she had worried
terribly-''because I know how-how
travelling men are. Most Of the time
they don't mean any real harm. AL
bert was always good to me-in his
way. and hadn't had any real cause
to be suspicious. But when--when
the second letter came, I'll steamed
it open before forwarding It to him. :.
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must hurt her TO tell all

How It must hurt her to tell all
this, Faith told herself sickly.
1T was from-Cherry?" Bob
prompted the faltering narrative.
Yes, from Cherry Lane" Mrs.
hEttleson nodded. "It was love let
Ter. He had promised to help her
go on the stage-in New York."
"Ohw Faith breathed. That ex-
planned so much! Selfish. scheming,
vain little Cherry!
"She kept harping on the subject"
Mrs. Ettleson went on. "She be-
iieved every word he told her. Albert
talks big" she explained, ashamed,
deprecating. Hes a good mixer
makes friends In all the towns on his
route. He goes to New York every
six months or SO. The company has
it's factory in Indianapolis. but it's
main offices are in New York. He'd
he'd evidently promised her, if
she'd-if she'd be his-his-be nice N
him." she supplied desperately,
Puritanism locking her lips on tnW
ugly word she had tried to use, that
he'd get her a tryout in musical
comedy. Albert couldn't do anything
like that, really" she fastened to as
sure them, with pitiful apology for
the four-husher she was married to.
"Then what, Mrs. Ettleson?' Bob
demanded impatiently. His eyes
were like bits of blue ice caught in
the frozen paleness Of his cheeks.
Faith wanted desperately to put her
arms about him, cradle his head
against her breast.
There were three other letters"
Mrs. Ettleson went on, twisting her
handkerchief between trembling fin
gers. II sent them on to him.
was afraid not to. Then, yesterday,
I was at his office, helping him make
out his reports, and found a tele-
gram that had accidentally got mixed
up with his orders. 1t was from -
from your sister," she said to Faith.
"and tit said she would be ready
to go with him, If he'd wire her
some money.
"She had to get some clothes, she
said. She was to meet him at Oar,
row, fifty miles from here. He must
have seen her in between or had
letter from her at some town on his
route, for the telegram didn't say
when they'd meet. But last night
was going to face him with tt
he didn't come for dinner, like ho'd
promised. He was supposed to be
home for week, between trips, "
know. IL haven't seen him sincSTp
but I found out he'd bought ticket
for barrow. He'd gotten his clothes
out OF the house while I was shop
ping"
"Faithr' Bob Hathaway sprang 70
his feet. We've got to drive over to
Darrow-right nowI hope to God
wen be In time-for your mothers
sakel"
CO ne OOpimpaQ Jill
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Saint and Simmer ST.
BIZ ANNE AUSTIN

The corners of Mrs. Lanes mouth
drew down in the stubborn express
sion that Faith knew SO well. Her
frowning eyes darted suspiciously
from her daughter to the stranger
who had certainly not come to pay
an ordinary social call. 1T don't
know when she'll be back" She
snapped. II don't know what, all
this mystery's about, Faith, but IL
this-this woman" her voice was
acidly emphatic. insulting has
come to make trouble for Cherry,
though must say IL Cherry knows
her or ever heard Of her she's kept
mighty quiet about it"
Please, Mother" Faith begged.
Der voice smothered in panic. Of
I think I'd better talk with Mrs Et-
The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-10-01
CHAPTER XVII

N@AS
MRS. Ettleson?" Faith echoed in
amazement, unreasoning desire to
protect her parents from knowledge
Of Cherry's foolish philandering with
a married man and to shield Cherry
greedy, selfish, lovely little Cherry
from the consequences Of her es-
capade, no matter how far it had
gone, forced an artificial smile of
welcome to her lips. honeyed her
voice with a false sweetness.
"Oh, Mrs. Albert Ettleson-of
course! I've heard Cherry speak of
you. / am so sorry she isn't in right
now-she's/ out with a friend Of tho
family-a Mr.. Hathaway, isn't she,
Mother? Did she say when she
would be back?"
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1926-11-20

and gutter was roaring cataract,
while the vicinities of catch basins
were often small pords. At noon a
good sized brook was observed run :
| ming down Stone street with sufli-
! cient force to carry along lumber
used in the work on the new Cony
| High school building and even to
| carry a large wooden carpenter S
| horse for a considerable distance.
| Taxi men were kept busy through
out the day but particularly in the
| early morning, when due to power
trouble, all electric car lines were at
stand still d the rain was So
! heavy that few were hardy enough
| to venture forth into the deluge. One
| taxi driver made three trips to Hal
| lowell, taking a full load each time,
| in order to convey shoe workers
/ from this city to their work in the
| down river city.
The trouble on the Androscoggin
| and Kennebec river, which affected
! the entire system was due to burnt
out insulator near the Weber Pond
sub station, which put the high ten
| sion circuit out for three hours from
| to o'clock in the forenoon. Dur
| ing that time no cars were run.
, Train Schedules Curtailed
1
not without its troubles also and af-
ter noon Friday curtailed service
was necessary on the lower road due
| to washouts in the vicinity of Gard :
! iner and between that city and Rich
mond 1t was announced later by
| that company that service between
| Gardiner and Richmond would be
discontinued until further notice and
| it was thought by those in touch
with the situation that this would
probably be effective all of today:
J The noon train from Portland, due
here a few minutes after II, could not
| come up the lower road because Of
the washouts and was sent around by
| the back road No II, the afternoon
| train in the same direction, was rout-
| ed through on the back road also. No
| 16. the first afternoon train to Port
| land, went as far as Gardiner and in
! the evening returned on the schedule
! of the Pine Tree Limited, connecting
ut Waterville with the Pine Tree,
which had been routed through Lewis
| ton, and with No. 2, the late evening
| express for Portland. which was rout-
| ed the same way. The second after
noon train, No. 102, from Bangor to
Portland was sent through by the
! way of Lewiston. 1t was stated last
| evening that a short train would be
sent from Waterville to Gardiner on
| the schedule of the evening express
and would return to Waterville on the
time of No. II, the night train which
goes through here at 1880 A NJ.
Culverts Undermined
Soft places were uncovered in many
roads and streets and in several places
culverts suffered. 1t was learned Fri
day that the highway bridge on the
Wade road in North Manchester,
about two miles from Manchester
Forks and near the home of w. r.
Taylor, had washed out.
Cellars in various parts Of the city
were flooded. including the cellar OF the
Cony High wing which Is now in use
In the northern part of the city near
Bond brook the underpinning of a
house on Mill street was badly dam
aged when the dirt around it was
washed away.
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Conduct Inspection of
Clara Barton Tent, ID. of V.

Clara Barton Tent, Daughters Of
Union Veterans. had their inspection
at G. A. r. hall Friday evening. A
delicious supper of which Mrs. Edith
Gage was chairman, was served at 6
o'clock.
Mrs. Bertha s. Moves of Norway,
department inspector, and ]. Manley
Patterson of Hallowell, senior vice
'commander of the Maine Division,
Sons of Veterans, were guests of hon
or. Mr.. Patterson and Mr.. Parker of
Augusta were obligated and became
members of the Tent.
Mrs. Noyes spoke very pleasantly
of the work done by the Tent, prais-
ing the president, Mrs. Lugardie
George, and her staff of officers. Mr..
Patterson also spoke of the fine man.
ner in which the work was done. Mrs.
George presented the inspecting off,
Ger with a gift in behalf of the Tent.
Mrs. Moves expressing her apprecia-
ton in a pleasing manner
At the close of the meeting some
amusement was occasioned by dis
posing of the mystery box articles
left over from the fair.
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Letter From President of Knox Me
mortal

Mrs. Viles is in receiL of the fol-
lowing letter from Mrs. Herbert NJ.
Lord. President of the Knox Me-
mortal Association:
Many thanks for your con-
gratulatory letter concerning the
Knox Memorial Mr.. Curtis was in
deed liberal, and | am in receipt of
acknowledgement from the Thomas
ton National Bank that his check
for $4,000 has been received and
deposited to the credit Of the Knox
Memorial A ssoci ation. Again.
Charles r. Flint, a native of Thorn
aston, well known Internationally as
an industrial organizer, has assumed
charge of the campaign to raise the
balance of the fund required to build
and endoW the Memorial--at a cost
OF S250,000. He does this as a labor
of love. His task will not be an
easy one, but 1 know he will spare
no effort to accomplish it. He is
most enthusiastic and has already
done a great deal toward attracting
attention to Washington's Chief of
Artillery, his wisest advisor in time
of conflict, and his first Secretary of
war and Navy. If we have done
nothing more, that in itself in these
times of forgetfulness of the Faith
ers of the Republic wouio repay for
the effort made.
The vision of restored Montpelier
with its wealth of relics of Knoy
ana MS life, should be transformed
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1926-11-20
ATTENTION
Falling Arches

For aching Limbs, weak or fat Feet,
wear Flexible Featherweight Arch
Supports, which we make to order
only, from cast of the foot in COR
rected position. Worn in any shoe.
Positive comfort at once. Many con-
tinue to suffer from foot troubles
through trying such makeshifts as
ready-made arch supports or so-called
corrective shoes which cannot fit prop
erly. the vastly different shapes of
feet; may as well wear ready-made
eyeglasses or false teeth. Call at
Room 10, new Purinton Block, OPP.
Depot, Augusta, and consult with MS.
Hours to 11.30 and 100 to $50; Sat-
urdays to 11.3o, 100 to S and 2 to 9:
other evenings by appointment A. J.
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PROFESSOR mariner ASSA!LS
MENCKEN AND HIS FOLLOWERS
IN TALK AT ROTARY CLUB SESSION

Man Jesus From Nazareth: Wednes-
day. Thanksgiving mid-week service,
subject Grateful for the Place of
Prayer" Practitioners will worship at
the Universalist church Thursday at
1880 A. NJ. for public Thanksgiving
day service.
SOUTH PARISH CONGREGATION
AL CHURCH, A Il. McWhorter, pas
tor: 1890 A. NJ, public worship, mixed
quartet, sermon, subject. THE Lure of
an Ideal" IL NJ, Church school with a
class for all ages; p. NJ, Junior G. E.,
Estelle Dean, leader; $50, senior Y. T..
S. c. E. all young people invited.
CHRISTIAN SCIENCE SOCIETY,
Williams street: Sunday service. 1870
A. NJ, subject, Soul and Body; Sun
day school, 1890. Reading room open
to the public Wednesdays and Satur-
days from $50 to at the chapel.
Mid-week service Wednesdays at s
o'clock. Free circulating library of
authorized Christian Science litera-
ture.
THE PROGRESSIVE SPIRITUAL
IST SOCIETY,". Mrs, Edna Knowlton:
Sunday services, $50 and $50 p. NJ,
pianist, Prof. Maxwell: soloist, Belle
Roberts. Mid-week service Tuesday,
Nov. 23, at $50 p. M.
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Children, Sons and Daughters of the
Republic

Mrs. w. ID. McWilliams, Nationa,
Chairman. Sons and Daughters of
The Republic. urges that every D. A.
X. Chapter form one or more clubs
of the Children of the Republic. To
which all children. nine years and
over of age are ele9ible. regardless
OF race. color, creed or ancestry.
In eligibility it differs from the
Children of the American Revolu-
ton, the eligibility for membership
In that society depending upon a
chllds having Revolutionary an
cestor. Mrs. Clinton e. Stevens.
bangor, is State Chairman. and is
most enthusiastic. a club having.
peen formed in her own chapter.
She asks that each Chapter appoint
a Chairman to take chrge of the
formtion of such a club in the Grade
and Rural Schools.
This work had it's inception in
ONO IN 1901, when the vision of
Mrs. John Murphy of the Cincinnati
Chapter crystalized in the organiza-
ton of the Children Of the Republic
The work was adopted by her Chap
ter, then by the State, and later by
the National Society.
What are these clubs for? They
ANeNtN q hCCpOl lONS Vi COun-
try and flag, deeper understanding
Oh our Constitution and our institu-
tons; they are to teach the boys
and girls their true relationship to
nome, to school; they are to teach
patriotism, applied to every day life.
and obedience to law, which is the
Hottest expression of patric eism.
BY forming such clubs of public
school pupils, it is possible to build
solid wall of defense from East to
West, from North to South, of the
living vibrant patriotism of our bows
and girls.
The Daughters in many StatesSare
achieving much in this line of ac-
tlvity. The Pittsburg Chapter alone
has fifteen active clubs ten of which
are in the Public Schools; the
others are foreign born. 1t is hoped
that Maine Chapters. wherever pos
slble. will organize such clubs. and
thus aid in the future W. e of the
Nation.