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“A WOODLAND WOOINGJ
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(By Karl Edwin Harrlman.)
"But why don't you dare?" aakcd
Jonnlo Hartley.
"Beeauae I don't. Jen, that* why,"
her bin brother Jack replied dlaeon-
Mlately.
"How Killy you are" ahe eirlalmed
with a to»H of her head. "One would
think ahe were an okre or un ogreax
—to hear you talk."
"But don’t you see. Jon he imdeav
ored to e*n aln. "there's the horrible
fear that she might refuse me
"Oh, pshaw!" his sister snapped,
unmistakably annoyed 'lsn t a point
blank refusal better than suspended
animation, any day? Besides, you II
never know till you ask. Hemeaibor
It's faint heart
"Oh, yea—never won fair lady. I
know all that. Jon, but I've got It. just
the same Ktth! Here ahe comes."
The girl who approached Hartley
and his sister along tin broad piazza
of the golf club was tall and slight.
She had a way of carrying her head,
a bit tipped to one side She remind
ed one, somewhat, of a listening
bird Her hair wns soft brown that
a speck of Irish In Jessie Pennington,
caught the sunlight and glinted It,
and har eyes were blue. There was
Just a strain, that was more apparent
in her brother Ted
"Hwßo, J«ss, jroar foursome over?"
Jennie hartley railed by way of
greeting She stepped on Jack s left
foot, whereat he -half turned In Ids
cbalr. as though sadly, and added to
his sister's sentence Mow did It
ensue out "
"Oh. Denny De Dew and Daisy beat
Ted and me all hollow l never
foysled liner in my life thnti 1 hare
this morning, and as for topping the
balll You should have seen me"
She looked lo the skv as though to
find forgiveness there tor s bad game,
and added: "From the tenth tee I
drove the gutty right Into the very
middle of the old Bogey bunker. I
nouldn't do It again If I were to try
n million times " Her voice changed
suddenly at sight of Jack's melan
choly face that he turned to her Just
then "What's the matter with you?"
she asked.
Hartley had been scrutinizing th#
shoo of his hraassy From the blue
eyed girl sitting with i uch fasotnallng ,
grace on the porch rail, he now look f
ed hack at It again
"I’ll tell you Just whst's the matter :
with him, Jess!" his sister exploded
Her brother shot her one appealing
glance and egplalmd before she
ooutd finish her explanation
"I'm not fit this morning The
frogs' legs last night, I guess I don’t 1
know why I ate them. I hate them
and always did.”
"The next morning - yes.' said .less
Pennington, Hartley nodded
"Poor Jack!" Tn him. silting there,
sad. somehow, thoio was a note of
real sympathy In the girl's voice
Ted Joined them then slouching
Ted. who could drive a ball further
than any member of the Washtenaw
Club; and who In Ills day. had won
thirty six tin dais and the Intur County
cup.
"Hello!" he called from the corner
of He porch J"hen he asked: "Have
you told them about next week.
Jess?"
"Oh!" exclaimed the girl, clapping
her hands and affecting a grievous
face "1 forgot all about It Were
planning to s|>end next week at
Wlndemcre Take The He (laws are
going and Prissy Tburher and Sammy
Houston Won't you two*"
"Oh why didn't you let me know
sooner," Jennie exclaimed "Papa's
T|BBMWUI/4 jK.'TVj* »?/%£w i ■ •* Jtslfj jv%
Have a Rummage Sale of
V'our Own.
This is serious—
At this glorious springtime thoughts of new
things are uppermost in one’s mind not in clothing
line alone hut throughout tilt household a general
replacement takes place—
What becomes of the old stuff f
Piled away in garret or storeroom most likely—■
and forgotten.
Why, if you would go through the basement or
storeroom of the average family today you would find
an "accumulation of discards" from years back.
The strange thing is that hundreds of people want
the very thing for which you have no further rse.
It’s easy for you to find a customer, too
Glance at the Want Columns in today’s paper—
see which want you can supply then write tl« jvirty.
But if you can’t find a party who can use what
you want to sell, make a list of what you have and
put it in the Want Adunme yourself.
But look at tilt Waul Ails, first.
going to tak< me to Buffalo next
wodo»s(ia> , but, of course," she ad
ded with a covert glance at her
[ brother that he did not notice, for he
, was gazing off across tlio course to
I the eleventh hole, "that's no ruMon
why Jack shouldn't go"
"Of course not," blurted big Ted
Pennington, and .lack Hartley hated
him for *t, "Jack will go, of course,
h« will."
"Won’t you go won't you anyway.
If Jen doesn’t?" added Jess. Was
j there now a note of wlstfulness in
her voice, he wondered If so, why?
i Could It he that’’ lie turned, smiling
| with his own thoughts.
"Hie how pleased lie looks," cried
i Ted Pennington. "Didn't 1 tell you?
.Of course he'll go"
He saw Jess smiling, 100.
"Why, yes," said he "I’ll go"
i "Good 1 " exclaimed his alstar, ao
suddenly that Ted's sister nearly fell
off the rtll wher,. she was sitting
j "What's the matter?’’ Ted ssked
) “Oh, nothing Jennie replied, "only
I want the family represented, and
and I think It will do Jark all the
good In lfie world "
"He doesn't look as though lie need
ed a rest. ' Ted replied
"He doesn't that," Jen replied,
enigmatically, "hut there are a lot of
I tilings lie does need "
"You'll surely go. will you?" Jessie
asked J rk nodded.
"Then Hull's settled!" Ted exclaim
\ erl 'Come on now and let s have
I foresoroe for nln,, holes; there'll be
“Who Who He Ciictl, Is That?”
time before the trap comes. It's only i
quarter to eleven."
"You three go- get Daisy De Gaw
to fill up. I'm rca’Jt not fit. jack
said.
"All right, come on, then!” Jessie
exclaimed.
"In a minute,” Jennie replied "You
go on. I'll catch you. There’s some
thing I want to sav to my little broth
er, here.”
.She waited until Jessie had left the
porch She was tramping across tin
lawn to the first tee. She swayed as
sh ( . walked. It Is astonishing how
well a girl tool s rarrj lug a golf bag
over her shoulder
“Now, Jack Hartley, turn around
here!" The tone of command com
polled attention The girl tugged at
her brother’s sleeve. He trailed.
Their eves met and hers held his.
"Now Jack Hartley!" she exelalm
ed. "there's votir chance. Golf Is not
to be compared with the game you've
got to play next week. And you've,
gos to plat It alone, which Is bottof.
I shall not be there to help you. hut
Just you remember this: if you coin I ‘
home from Win denier,, and tell me I
that you have not asked Jess Pen
nington the question you want to ask :
her and fear to, why. you needn't tell
anyone again that you are my broth
,er. ”
Sh,. paid no heed to his faint smile.
"Just think of it." she continued. "A
whole week! By the lake; In the
woods, dawdling about in a canoe; j
with a ntoon overhead, for there li be:
a moon next week! Think of tl! Ifj
you don't ask her under such clrcum-l
think, now, wouldn't you be ashamed
of yourself If she shwohl say yes?"
He clutched her hand.
"Jen!" he exclaimed, eagerly, "do
you think she will; do you?"
Sin laughed ut him As she rose,
sh.. answered: "How do I know?
Ask and find out for yourself."
lie stood up, too, now. He seized
the hrassey and brought it down so
hard on the porch rail his sister start
ed with a little ciy
"Had. I'll do It!" he exclaimed.
There was determination In his
! eves She saw It and clapped her
j hands That's the way to talk!" she
! cried "See that you do."
She left him then and he turned
Into the smoking room' where Jlmsev
J Green sat alone, w inding the grip of
Ills driver
1 must dlgr**»* to f»a\ that nothing
would glv* mi* more pleasure than to
write that Jessie Pennington and
dark Hartley became engaged before
they had been in Wtndemere ramp a
day. were mioh the truth A* it wan.
dav after day passed and night after
night came to find lark as aob mnly
melancholy ns before, and Jtntaic* as
bewitchinglv aggravating
Hut toward the evening of the sixth
day Jack Hartley pulled himself to
get her w ith an exclamation. Some
thing within him seemed on the polm
of bursting He felt the need of
much air He rushed down to the
beach, launched the canoe and. spring
ing into It, paddled vigorously to the
middle of the lake. Turning, he he
held the slim, pink gowned figure of
Jcaalc Pennington at the end of the
dork She waved to him tanatiraily
but he did not return the signal;
rather he paddled on. feigning not to
have seen her When next he ven
tuns! to look she was gone Conflict*
ing emotions were struggling in ht*
j heart One more day. or two at th *
moat, he thought, and this chance al
lowed him by a wise and kindly
I providence would slip through his tin
gers Vnd Jen* ('mild he face Icq
j and with shifting eyes and hanging
head explain to her? indeed, how
could he? it might be well enough
[ for one s 'alei to think one no hero,
i but one $ ow n sister. For on* -
iow n sister tn think one what would
; she think of him anyway* Mr lack
i Hartley answered his self propounded
question shamefacedlv. He must
strike now, while the Irm was hot.
tty .love I shall!” lie exclaimed the
vow aloud, and a fl»h leaped out of
i»he water, not a yard away, and hack
[again The struggle reward \ bl***.«
|ed calm •uccetnled it. Ho allowed the
THE AUGUSTA HERA
canoe to drift where It might, rest
ful In Ills confidence.
Overhead floated a white, cool
moon, like a wafer in the sky- Th" s
nose of the slim, slleni canoe hissed
upon the sand and Hartley leaped out,
drugging the boai after him. He
squared Ills shoulders and held his
chin high as he strode inshore. There
was no one on 'he cottage porch.
There was no sound save the rhyth
mic lapping of the water at the dock
piles and the early call of a loon
from the woodland across the lake.
Hartley halted and gazed about him.
It was strange. Ibis quiet. Had an
Impatient providence snatched away
his opportunity after all; and now,
too. Just as he had begun to feel his
strength; after he had figured It all
out, with matheniatteal precision, and
was determined? He turned the ror
ner of the boat house and started.
He leaned forward, peering into the
half dark and smiled. He discerned
a flg’ite in the hammock, a slim fig ;
tire, a pink figure ft was half hid
den by the lambrequin that was
drawn up over It.
“Jo.- de! Jess!" Hartley called soft
ly. The loon, nearer now, answered
him with an insane laugh.
He sank upon a little mossy mound
at the base of one of the hammock |
trees. "Jess," he eontinuod, as soft- i
ly. I have been trying ever so long
to make up my mind to tell you i
something. Jess. I’ve succeeded, at
last, and I've come to tell you now,
while we are alone here, under this
calm ntoon. Jess, what 1 w>ut to tell
you Jess, won't you you don't know
how much you are to me, Jess . . . |
Kver since last summer, when you
came and 1 met you at the golf chib j
. . . And after that, on the links
von know. I’ve tried lo tell you any
number of times, but. somehow. I've
feared your nnswer. But I've got my
courage up now. and Jess. Jess. 1
want you to ntarrv me; that is—"
He had risen to his knees and was
leaning toward the hammock eager
ly Suddenly a ery came across th ‘
night. He sprang to his feet and
staggered back against the tree as
j around the boathouse came the tall,
slim figure of Jessie Pennington.
"Oh. there vou are.' she railed 'l
1 saw the canoe back and have been
looking for vou. Th,. rest have gone.
1 had a headarhe They ought to he
why Jack Hartley. What In the
world is the matter with you?"
He had rushed forward and clutch
ed her arm.
"Who who,", lie eried. "is that?"
I deep, echoing laugh Issued from
th* hammock The lambrequin was
thrust bwhv and a pink clad leg was
Hung out, followed bv another, atti
before them rose the tall, slim figure
of Ted Pennington, in his pajamas.
Hartley felt the ground wabbling be
neath his feet
\«a!n that deep laugh echoed
through all the woodland, and Pen
nlngton gurgled "Jess I guess Jack's
got something to toll von. He's told
me all about it 1 think It will Inter
os - you He sprang past thorn miss
Ing the lunge that Hartley made for
hint, ami from the eo tage porch they
heard his laughlet. inhorntittently.
mingled with the cry of the loon In
the wood.
Vn hour lator Hartley, with Jess
beside hint, confronted Pennington on
the porch
Ted Pennington." Hartley exclaim
•<1 "If you breath a word, a single
word of what happened tonight. we"l
well cut vour acquaintance, won't"
Wf», J***S?”
"Kifch: off short.’* who
It *a - till thin thrtr accounted for
thr%tr)«ttrim Hirtlry roret%od from
til* niPtrr, Jennie. the non evening
«ftor * riling her In the morning
Vnd her message man. You have
i darned } ourself."
Do You Want Work?
Offend your Ad. to the Herald Office, or telephone <
your name and address to The Herald from your
nearest Drug Store, and The Herald will print
-"nir Ad., WORK WANTED, FREE.
IF YOU WANT TO WORK
THE HERALD WILL HELP YOU FIND WORK
One Woman's Work of Rescue
~ r By Ella Wheel er Wilcox.
Among a world full of good women
who are trying to lessen the miseries
of earth for suffering humantu* vw«
lives and labors In Oakland. c»i., n
sweet-souled woman named Jennie G.
Nichols.
Mrs. Nichols is superintendent of the
Childrens Rescue Work of Oakland.
Mrs. Nichols Is known throughout Cal
ifornia us the "Waifs Friend.” She has
reclaimed many an unfortunate child
from the slums and homes of misery
and has placed them in good, respectable
homes, where they have been well cared
for and taught how to live noble lives.
The vast amount of good which she has
done can never be fully told.
The object of the work is to rescue
orphans, abused and abandoned children
front the streets and from the unnatural
homes, and fit them to become useful
members of society; to make them hon
est, law-abiding citizens, and to decrease
as much as possible, the supply to the
ranks of pauperism and crime.
Now here are some startling tacts:
The criminal classes cost this country
more than J 600.000.000 every year. San
Francisco's criminal taxation shows an
average of $5 per capita. In smaller
towns the average Is $3.50, and through
the country sl. The cost of the educa
tion throughout the United States in
1K99 was $138,000.000— less than a third
of the amount spent for criminal class
es. California's epenxses for 1901 an 1
1903 were $11,695,042; of that $3,921,700
was spent to care for tho delinquents
and despondents. This does not inculd* 1
th*? expenditures of cities and counttes
for detectives. ,
There are 15,000 boys and rrW* in our
| States' prisons, over 000 of them in Cal
ifornia. Seven-tenths of the youths left
to their own resources becomn criminals.
60,000 young girls are led into a life o.
shame every year. Some of these can
be saved if you will help.
It is a well known fact that from a
I single neglected child in a wealthy coun
!ty New York there has come a no
torious stock of criminals vagabonds and
! paupers. Not less than 1.200 persons
have been traced as the direct lineage
of this one preverted, degraded woman,
who was once a pure, sweet, dtmpleu.
! uttle child and who with proper influents
I thrown around her in a tender age m'ghi
have given the world 1.200 progeny tlbr.
: would have blessed their day and gen
eration.
Mrs. Nichols is giving her lif** to
this work, and the scores of bo/d and
girls in good homes secured by her tes
tify to the kind of work she is ruing. It
is a worthy cause and one that apf-a s
to every heart not wholly Ueva'i of
sympathy.
Here are some of the cases cared for:
Girl, thirteen years old. tnk* a fr no
jail, placed in good home, is doing well
two girls, fifteen and slteexn years of
age, taken from thS "depths," Both llv
I ing respectable. honorable lives; »*n
twelve years old. taken flora jail mot».
t Hess and friendless, in a good home
where he Is well cared for; Da by live
days old. baby nine months o:d. baby
twenty months old. baby, one week old,
baby, ten months old. have been adopted
in lovely homes, girl fifteen, about to
become a mother. These are a few 01'
the many.
Noble and great as the work is, U
seems almost incredltable that is should
meet with opposition. Yet this is what
Mrs. Nichols says of the matter:
"We are doing our best to care for '.h *
helpless little ones bereft of fatheis ;** td
mothers, and who come Into the world
sanctified by the requirements ol man
made laws, as well as those who open
'heir little eyes to the brightness of
God’s sunshine but have no legal claim
to pc terns! recognition. We do not stop
j there, for the too co.itidlng girl whose
light of love illumtanted her hopes ami
caused her to part with the bright* s
i jewel In her casket of life also cornea
| within the garden of our cate, and them
we endeavor to surround with every
| safeguard that shall take them Into the
j world again and plaoe their feet up »*t a
{ firmer footing in life's pathway, glv.rtg
them another chance to become i>« ful
members of society, whkrh condemns
them without knowing the why
| "In this we meet with divers*tics of
I opinion, tits preponderance be*ng in fa
vor of our course But we meet with
those who contend that every girl should
ibe sent out tgnln Into the world bur
! d*ned with the evidence of her too con
fiding trust, and required to pay the
penalty by a lifelong publication there
of in the care of the poor little, lire
! sponsible bit of humanity which has
<-ome Into the world In obedience to a
higher law than marks the emanathm
jof man To use such a course seems a
• rime We cannot look through mica
dim glasses, hence we care for the little
j waif, find it a good home, until such
I time as the mother. If so disposed, can
take.it by adoption or otherwise, and
give it a mother's care and see that its
usefulness is not lost to the human fain
tfy in its work in the vineyard of life.
‘•I want your opinion on that subject
and will state the question clearly:
“Should a girl who has trusted in the
honor and promises of the man she loved
and been deceived be turned out into
the world and compelled to carry the
evidence of her burden with nee, and
thus publish her misfortune for life iO
an unfeeling and uncharitable people?"
There was a Man lived over nineteen
hundred years ago who spoke some
memorable words regarding erring wo
men.
Of the woman taken in her sin, He
said: “Let him who is without stn cast
the first stone.” And to her He gave
this command: “Go and sin no more
Of Mary Magdalen He said: “Her
sint, which are many, are (forgiven,
FOR SHE HAS LOVED MUCH: but
to whom little is forgiven the same
loveth little.” And to her: “Woman,
thy sins are forgiven thee. ’
It is impossible to understand just
why the self-announced followers of the
Great ond Kind Master should set them
selves the task of persecuting the fallen
women of earth with scourge and lash,
after such examples of complete for
giveness as Christ gave the world, it
was the idea of the “Early Christian
Fathers’ not Christ’s idea.
To no other sinners did Christ show
a deeper compassion than to the erring
women of His day and time.
Nowhere in all His brief, beautiful
life can be found one word or act, or
evidence, that He wished these women
to be followed forever by the world’s
scorn.
For tlie money lenders, and the selfish
rich, and the loud-voiced pharisees v to
prayed in public places He had far less
pity, far less charity.
To many such He exhibited a decid
edly human spirit of angry' disgust and
called them hard names.
But to the erring women He was very
tender, very charitable, because “THEY
HAD LOVED MUCH.”
LOST
If you have lost anything
and have failed to find It
DOIN’T GET MAD. It’s
your own fault; you
haven’t tried a HERALD
WANT “AD.”
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BlviKSiDr M LjT/ \ i
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l Sdj:
Do you need a competent chauffeur or cab
driver? Don’t bother with every way under the sun
trying to get one; but just read the Situation Want
ed Columns of The Augusta Herald.
It’s the easiest and most economical way of ob
taining all kinds of good help.
Every day experienced chauffeurs and cab drir
ers advertise in The Herald for positions. Men who
are mechanics, industrious workers, and are just the
kind of help you want.
If you are looking for a good chauffeur, cab
driver, or general handy man—just read the Situa
tion Want Ads. of The Herald and you’ll be sure t«
find the man you want. „ ! . u .
There are hundreds of women who ars
favored by the wovld, wtvoss pictures
adorn the pages of society magasines
and whose names appear In the lists of
guests at smart funottons. who deservs
to be held up to the soorn and contempt
of all right thinking mtnda, because
they SOLD THEIR BODIES FOR OOLD.
ON THE MATRIMONIAL BLOCK, TO
MEN THEY DESPISED.
Such women are far greater sinners
in the eyes of God than the dsco \od and
deluded girl who gives herself to the
lover she worships and is deserted by
him before her child is born. One is the
disgusting cold-blooded sin of morcenary
ambition, the other the pitiful weakness
of a loving soul which has lost its moral
standards and its self-respecting Idsats
in the blinding glare of an individual
passion.
There is not the slightest danger that
any system of charity, such as Mrs.
Nichols represents, will increase the nun*
her of erring women in the land.
Women do not deliberately plan to bt
unwedded mothers. No punishment ac
corded the un wedded mother would pre
vent her being a part of the human fam
ily in its present sate of evolution, and
with man in his delayed moral develop
ment. Unless the father of the child
can be branded with the mother it Is
manifestly' unjust to send her forth into
the world to a life of hopeless and un
ending shame. And no protection, no
help, which charitable Christ-like organ
izations of society can offer her, and
save such a woman from the full pun
ishment which she must always bear in
her own bitter and excruciating memor
ies.
Th© child of the unwedded mother is
innocent and blameless.
There is the spirit of the human devil,
instead (of the Divine Christ, in : lr*
or woman who believes a child should
go branded through the world by h£
arts of its parents, when by human in*
terposition it can be protected,
l God saves us all from such “Chriw-
I tians.”
God spepd the good w'ork of Mrs.
I Nichols.
And may many true and worth/ fol
-1 lowers of the dear, gentle Cfyrist send
subscriptions to Mrs. Nichols, Oakland,
Cal., care of the Rescue Home for Chil
dren, to help her on with her enter
prise.