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Show Poverty ThoiIhtS Nearly as 3 Real Article By MADISON Ta C The Boot and the OtherLeg PETERS HE POVERTY" thought is as bad as the novertv tr s renlttv. v W By Arthur Wallace Peach mn (Copyright, by Dally Btory I'ub. Co.) Boreas, tall, dark, handsome, explained his plan to the swarthy keen-eye- d man sitting opposite, and needless to say the other listened Intently, for the plan Involved the taking of human life. "Here's the whole scheme, Teneso," Boreas was saying;. "The old man Glenson came from the states and bought the old estate which has been In my people's hands for generations. I was In poverty or I never would have bread-winnisold It He makes me his agent I have worked for him and I have seen wealth come to him which he does not need, but which I do wealth that Then he brings ought to be mine! down with him his daughter you know she is beautiful. She has treated me contemptibly though my blood Is as good and white as hers. But she seemed Inclined my way until that Stanton, representing some Though poverty has spurred men to effort, it almost invariably is Yankee, United States concern, appears, and narrowing, belittling, degrading and generally develops the worst charac- then" His dark face changed. "You know teristics. enough. I want to get rid of the old Many are the noble examples in story of men who have mastered man and Stanton for good and all; their circumstances and won victories and gained for themselves undying then, the estate I can get hold of easy enough " honor. Yet these exceptions do not break the rule "And the girl?' the other asked, that poverty is a curse. The only man I ever heard softly and insinuatingly. "Will be well taken care of," he preach a sermon conscientiously on the blessings of and both smiled. added, was a who had $20,000 a year income poverty preacher "There Is no danger," Boreas went and of course he spoke from experience. on, grimly. "Their people and govInstead of praising poverty, we should hate it and ernment are far away; but I will take the danger. Listen" his voice sank lowdo our best to make it preventable. But the unfortuer Stanton goes to call on nate part of poverty is the thought that many of its them; here is a note I want you to victims have gotten into their heads that they can give to him and ask him to deliver It to me It quite often happens that never get away from it. messages are sent by him relating to the business. This is a note written In the patois of the bill people, but Al! evil, no matter of what order, may she can read it. This note tells him to get Glenson out of the way and bow; finally come under the head of disguised then at the right moment I'll appear We name it evil and begin the and charge him with complicity In the good. and prove it by the note." struggle to do away with it, and in that plot "Will she believe you?" the other to-dng "to-nig- Morals of Little Country Town struggle comes the knowledge that we see in our system of modern philanthropy, in which causes are first considered and the necessity for all that will do away with these causes made the matter of first and deepest importance. For the hill towns themselves and other Br HELEN CAMPBELL remote portions of Xew England, there has been no faintest consciousness on the part of the dwellers therein that the north had iU '.'crackers' and mountain people. With summer arrived bhoals of "umnier ltonnlers at this most lovely spot; a village which was yet not a village, since there was no real nucleus for the very long township; almost an eight-mil- e square. "A sinless spot," the boarders said. "So close to nature, the great heart of nature! What men, what women, must be in these remote farm houses." oep surprise was in the' eyes of the summer boarder as time won disclosed the clutch at the dollar on all sides, the petty meannesses, the infinite gossip and slander. These channel the note, and the summer boarders, oven when returning for another summer, still talked of beauty, but dropped the "sinless." ay Badly prepared food, chiefly fat, starch and sugar, otherwise pie, doughnuts and pork, thus building anemic bodies unnaturally open to in vice as well as food. Thus each child began life handieU-indu- lp m-- capped physically. Where the gleam remains the ioy makes for the city and there major may not be humanized, though the chances are chiefly in favor of the first- - Where it has die, he turns into a heavy, drawing-foole- d tiller of the soil, real life as it might 1 on the soil unknown, and lies down at last in an ignoble grave, a human wreck, when that grave should and could have held a conqueror. and tragedies all Accidents, crime etn to happen in bunches. I have that if one calamity or criminal art of any magnitude occurs, ere many hours something else in that category may be no-tic- rd Accidents, Tragedies and Crimes in Waves The other day, in perusing a paper from my old home, I noticed the death of an engineer on the IVnvrr k 1'io Crande, caused by a bad wrn k on that line. The dead man and I had l"n good friends in 1 A. A. RAHATTt days T'fip by. Ioking over the same sheet, further on 1 came to the murder, in OoMfeld, NYv., of a Iw'gbJy reunited ladv by a drunktn ruffian, who was running amuck and shot his victim ss she Mt on the jxirtieo of her home, merely to sec her fall. That night lief husband, a wealthy snd popular young man, whom I knew intimately, was so overcome by griff that be committed suicid'-- . Heaven knows this wat siifTu N ntly depressing reading, but the end was not yet. Turning the ppgrs nf (he same pajtcr, I saw the bold headlines that I old of roliUrj and attempted murder in a hotel at Manitou, Col., where I was once, employed. A di? barged fireman, aided bv a tallboy who bad a'so loct hit job, undertook to bind and gag the night clerk of the hotel, knowing that the safe if li e nffV-- contained f JO.fMif) jn (vr. red as former elevator boy) renry. The night erk (a lad I threw the mbler off their jrnsfd snd, rffnnirpg to mure the pistol of one, opened fire on the pnr. A dej.ra1e fight ensued. The loyal and heroic yourgfr in baft! r g for Ms employers received five bullets, bu! none of the ii proved fatal, an J e is in tl.e bop U recovering. rem! 3 face was sober as if Ue brought bad news. Ha turned to Qlenson,. who was looking at his ,ln astonishment "eenor, pardbn me," Stanton 'heard Boreas say, "but I have something to tell you: I have Just received ' news of an attempt against your life" the old man's face svhitened I want to be In time to eavp Boreas looked up Snd his eyes swung to Stanton. "And this it the wan Who Is chief in the , attenjpt'; A low cry came from the girl's. Hps. Stanton wag too astonished to speak for a moment; then anger surged into his heart thrilling and stilling his speech, "Why you you contemptible eur you lie what do you mean?" pa demanded. Boreas rubbed his hands with a little deprecating movement, though bis eyes flashed into Stanton's answering ones at the appellation. He turned to Glenson. "Senor, I make not an argument" softly said he, though . his voice snapped like a whip lash. "He Is the man." Stanton started across the floor with one stride. A soft hand arrested him. He looked down into her dark wide eyes, and read there belief. Quietly she spoke: "Walt," was all she said, but the chill In her voice froze the wrath within him. "Perhaps be Is willing that we search him; there. may be something to prove it" Boreas said, a wicked, triumphant smile on his face. "Search me?" Stanton ejaculated, "search Like. a flash he remembered the note. "Ah!" came Boreas' voice, softly, quiet, now. "Mr. Stanton perhaps does not wish it?" For one wild moment Stanton longed to leap upon his and crush to shape-lessnes- s the dark, handsome, leering face. He looked at the old man's angry face, at her glance coldly rest' ing on his, at the quiet men waiting in the doorway, and he knew the game waa in the other's bands. "Search away," he said, quietly. In a few moments Boreas found the note the seal broken, and Stanton remembered that It snapped when be put It In his pocket; It had been carefully fixed for the purpose no doubt Master of the game. Boreas handed It to her. With trembling bands she read It: she turned on him with a little fluttering cry that tore through Stanton's heart like a split arrow a cry that bared to him her love for him, shattered and broken forever like a flower beneath an Iron heel. "O Is It possible you were going " she whispered, and that was all. Then, the strength of her brave, womanly spirit came upon her. ."Boreas, lock him up-!-" "Alice! that note was handed" leaped from his lips. She Interrupted him. "What right have you to speak? You one of my own people Boreas!" ' Stanton bad played the game toe long against the southern people to waste his efforts now his turn might come later. Quietly he let the men bind him and lead him to an outhouse where the field bands were sometimes Jailed. It was a vile, . i place, but strong. Boreas looked at htm between the "t'o-nigh- 't have hoard of people making themselves actually sick by .1 : : ; mi n yij imagining invy were m. Thought is the mightiest of powers, from the throne of ik rule8 lie bo(Jy 0Dl1 a11 tl Physica actions. I vEt 3 I The conviction that you are poor and must remain so will keep you poverty stricken. Such a thought will prove fatal to any progress. It will weigh you down and keep your wheel sunk deep in the rut. The men who battled with poverty and rose triumphant in victory banished from themselves the poverty thought, the thought that they were always to remain down. The poverty thought contradicts the promise of the divine and nullifies the test qualities of humanity. Collateral can never take the place of character, money does not bring happiness, and there is something larger, something higher for solution in the divine plan than the problem. Man was created for a noble purpose; poverty thwarts that purpose, thus subverting human destiny. There have lived thousands who had mighty potentialities in their breasts and who seemingly were called into the world for high and holy aims, but who were dragged down by the iron hand of poverty into the slums of uselessncss, to be finally swallowed up by the mud of oblivion. r"2rVl thing on her mind which troiiblied her, and he guessed that he Vas the cause. He started to speak, when, he ,aaiv a man step in the doorway and pause, then another In another door, and then some one came in Boreas. His asked. . aw" Boreas looked at him sharply. "How can she help It? There Is the note on him, and. mind you. I have taken care to see that her ears have been filled full of bis doings among us before she came not true but ah!, she'll believe It; and the old man will fall In curled probably" Boreas' lips "raise my pay. Listen I'll lock the Yankee up then just about the time I take care of the old man, I'll see to It that Stanton is let out I want you and your man to get him, bring bim in; show them the old man and Stanton; tell them that he has escaped and done the deed and we have Just caught hlin. What do you think a great scheme, eh?" The other smiled admiringly. "Boreas, you deserve lo be presidio." Boreas shrugged his shoulders, and bars. 1 11 Hilled significantly. "I wish for some- thing else," be replied. Stanton urged his horse swiftly along the soft road, bordered with Its heavy sweet scented trees, anxious lo reach the cool. Inviting porches ot UleDHon's place, la his heart he knew It wag something more: It was IBs friendship of the sweet gentle glr: who came courageously Into the outhern country to seek for her fa ther a little longer lease of life; Intc a country where life Is like the sea tons, a happy thing that comes and goes, a strain of music an 1 silence. His life among the dark southern people had nearly made blm one of them, as she had told blm many times; and he knew that be was no better than he ought to be, for the warm, mysterious magic In the air weakens a man's grip on Ms rule of life that the cold northern country only serves to hard en Hut he did know that he loved the slim, dark-eyenorthern girl ot bis own blood and country, with all the white soul In him Somebody stepped up to him snd touched his cap In the graceful way of the people. "Stt.or, are you going to the Glen son estate V "Sure," Stanton enswercd. briefly. "I wixh would you be good and kfnd to deliver this? It would be a favor, Senor." "ure," Stanton replied. carelessly, and shoved the note into his Inner coat pocket free free free! through some strange miracle. A wild desire to cheer swept over him; then the cool machine of his nature caught lta true firm rythym once more.. Something was. wrong! He was unarmed, but be remembered the place'-- . where he had laid one of his revolvers one day after practice with the old man. In a few moments he had It; one finger traced the cool grease of the cartridges loaded! Now, then! He turned up toward the house, blindly in a way, yet following some Btrange Instinct of danger, slipping softly along In bla bare feet up the familiar walks. As be rounded a hedge of roses two figures sprang at him. With the quick skill that cornea from muscles kept In perfect trim guided by a keen, unwavering brain, he spring to one side, and stretched one figure silent on the soft walk. The other fitted into the darkness, stumbled and fell, plowing across a bed of low blossoms and lay still. Stanton felt of the steel butt of bla revolver; It was damp and wet A low cry sounded softly on the night air, the cry of a man caught unawares with a strangle hold, and the muffled noise of a struggle followed. With his flBt he smashed the light window screen, turned the stair, leaped by the form of a staggering girl. Into a room and grappled with a black, plunging mass. The mass parted and Stanton felt strong arms, desperate In terror, encircle him; a thrill of Joy shot through him as he whirled the body to the floor, and tore something that gleamed from a clutching band. It was muscle to muscle. Back and forth In the darkness they churned and crashed. Frightened cries rang here and there; a cry to Boreas for a light and his aid sifted sharply through the rooms. But Boreas failed to come, for suddenly the struggling forms stilled save for the hoarse gasping. Stanton's turn had come. A light flared In the room. Glenson came up trembling,' but with voice ringing steely. "Boreas, here are the men bind him!" Stanton looked up and ' Glenson staggered back. "My God! It's Stan OWES HER LIFE TO Lydla E. Pinkhatn's Vegetable Compound V ionna, W. Va. 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Every such suffering woman owes it to herself to give Lydla E. llnkham's Vegetable Compound a trial. If you would like special advice about your ciise wrlto a confidential letter to Mrs. lMnkham, at Lynn. Mass. Her advice la free, and always belpf uL Suspicious. The father of Judge W. II. Wadhams chicken-coohad a and a dog and a stable hand. It began to look to Mr. ton!" Stanton spoke quietly: "Yes, It's Wadhams as though some one had discovered the combination. So he kept Stanton." . "What does this mean?" Glenson the coop and the stable hand, but he asked. "Who? What" got a new dog. Next day tbe bent Quietly, Stanton took command. old negro who groomed the Wad"Hold the light here," he said to her; hams' horses came to him. "You los' she came up with It be took It from you affection foh me, boss?" he asked. her and handed It to a Bervant "I "No, Sclplo," said Mr. Wadhams. "What do you Intend to do?" she like you as well as ever." "Then," asked. said Sclplo. peevishly, "w'yn't you "Please go Into another room,"' ha tie Old Hover In do chicken-coop- , 'slid of dat new dorg?" answered. "I shall stay here." Beautiful Structures Dreams Realized. "Very well." Every beautiful structure la the Stanton took the revolver and cocked It He kneeled down before dream of the architect. St Paul's Is but a dream of Christopher Wren. the grim figure of Boreas. "Boreas, suppose yuu tell all about Without the dreamers the world would this." Coolly he said it, much as one be a dull place. Dreamers lifted It out of the darkness of barbarism and would ask some small favor. ' Boreas blustered, then, he caught Ignorance and placed It In the white something In Stanton's face that sud- light of civilization and knowledge. denly sobered him. He did. tell all rrnnr mv!e ruhft caimum w iOM.ttt taint r of the plot, and more; that when ho SnmlM t. lMk.fi wrts li'kltnf tfan.l llutt an sntx.iir. ei.itl iuC had crept Into the room the old man Uifoatenm. Al alldoiMiMaia we buttle. had surprised him; then came the Occasionally a schoolgirl Is so rostruggle, and Stanton. As Kerens was mantic that she Imagines all poetry tail;;:,?, Stanton felt her hand rest should be printed In Italics. waverlngly on bis shoulder. ( In a short time It was all over. Mr. WlntrOTn Wnathlnc Syrap. Stanton went out to the cell with riirw tea euUo. Xc mu4l Borns. He looked through the bars, lmmU'i.mj and smiled gently.' of Iots garrulous people make a "Boreas, the boot's on the other leg specialty of saying nothing. p d. h- -a so cng." "Well, my dear snor. what do you , He brought bis horse from the think?" he asked, gloatingly. house and to the rode up stables, one of these days, we'll "Boreas, In for a few things he had left. talk It over," Stanton answered qui- went Now that all waj over.' In bis heart etly. Boreas laughed gajly. "Listen you there was bitterness that she had bim. As he stepped from that was done well, don't you think, eor.'!etrned hall to the the porch he found ber eh?" then be went on to tell some of the details, lingering over them with walling. With her two .handsIn she her cai'Kht bis gauntleted arm. greedy pleasure. voice was a woman's soul frightened, Stanton beard the words silently, ' pleading for forgiveness; but the demon was rising within him. unhnpry. I if r.r:ie she into put what brought a and he turned on Boreas with a snarl a tide that and a gust of words that left the dark (evulsion of feeling like weers iltan. face smiling. Suddenly It dawned upon him that tbls was Just what his enemy wss waiting for, and he stopped short All the effort of his 111 went Into his smile and words. "Boreas, this Is your turn mark! when mine' does come " "Bah!" was Boreas' answer. Then he turned to Ihe man who stood guard near and spoke a few words snd wss gone. Silence ell" the deep, tcfise silence of a tropic night. 8'anton paced the narrow cell from end to end iq fever of body and soul. He walked to th tsrrow window,. from which he could see the beautiful southern stars, calmly twinkling, the long stretch of garden, heavy .with the odor of the tf.kk. bloom red miRty with the evening' damp. Ills thorghts .whirled to the girl In the big shadowy' hotigp wliith le could dimly see at the end of the How er bordered rath. Its girl he toved and whom, he knew, now. lad loved him before Why. would she not give him the c fiance for rfeferis yet it did seem flatn tn he wss g'lilty. and she had learned Ifcfet with ti e people whom they were among tie chances tinist net l.e taKen. What was I'.frreas' iriUnt? Like a flap of thunder in a still sky It dawned uron htm; l.e heard himself Rroan aloud In szony of sr irit; a cold swent broke out on him. He hurried t. the window, lipfened H (ft direction of the hou!e; there was no sound exeppt some servant's uneapy breath . ieg in direction of the servants' fj FuCdenly, he t;rt ed to the 1 'y-.at a siipht sound the gisrd ha-. . As be rede on. his thoughts swims hack to Alice Glenson. lie had bare ly reached the conclusion that so ihir.g was wrong from her actior, i. even if she was very kind to hii i he would find out what It was that night when he tod up to the steps Turning his horse over to the hoy he entered the house and met her in she came swiftly and gladly to greet him. "Late a little, Mr. Stanton." she 'Father thought it said, quizzically. too damp without so we"re inside come." Pleased hy the gentle welcome 'n into th sole! hir voice, be followed rrm where Glenson greeted him cor He slijied to the floor like a est niiiscle aiid nerve in steady t'oise; i A Strang" If a little while they we-- e busi't question In his ftm'en cni.ld s" in sr h iiiain. ha stepped out out into Hie A hr e forne that there as so, tie wt t niiu siiu lisULeJ, a great tti.i, jar-urs- n' i hr shot over him Ditkr The note lo' ber voice stilled bis heart "Don't leave" , For a' moment he looked Into the fesrful, pleading dark eyes, begging for something she had not found In the strsree lands the protection of undaunted love- .and unwavering He opened his arms, and strength with a little sobbing cry that marked the burden lirted. she went to their shelter. was his slrn "Never! sweetheart fie answer. - SIGK HEADAGi CARTERS OlTTlE VlVER j PILLS. Tomb of Offlir Khayyam. shown the tomb MsJ. Hykes wss tarrrl by Positively these Little nils. Tfcey stn r!rere tte tr. 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Gerrrii Industrial Census. The Ind.istrlal census f Oormsny 'or 1917 Ij ist published t y the Ger-.Impf1sl buresn rf a'aMctlcs) ive 4i2p,1 industrial concerns. 1.24.3 person, of & 0 4 it wereIs wirneri. The Increase n U years 4.'iS7.l2n a ra'lo about o if times as great thst of the em Tbeie figures do p'oylrg concerns. not Include railrosd, postal, teltgrapfc and te!;.h.one sn. n g Pi: so?" tton 1 ioj. f lit iva tixnn r.i is s qtric as i 5s certain. H t J take rvi mstitevd 1 Uso!uSe?y free from Am Piwris Z8 ttWn Th fe!tf I riessant fk s |