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Newspaper Page Text6 Kn/ECOUNntYHOMEI Women on the Farm Conducted By Mrs. IV. H. Felton. 4. Correspondence on home toplce or ♦ + subject* of especial internet to wo- ♦ <• men is Invited. Inquiries or letters ♦ * should be brief and clearly written ♦ + in ink on one side of the sheet. ♦ 4> Write direct to Mrs. W. H. Pel- * + ton. Editor Home Department Semi- * * Weekly Journal. Cartersville. Ga 4 + No inquiries answered by mail. ♦ m ♦ < »»■»< I I I »«♦»♦< » » HUHi » >♦ WILL THE OCCUPATION TAX BENEFIT OR INJURE STATE THE bill before the present legis lature to put an occupation tax on all corporations has a very serious phase to it. as I under- stand the situation. If a person will examine the list of TO< s" ehandise brokers that do business in the elty of Atlanta (not to mention other cities tn Georgia). and aiao remember that the proposed tax la to be placed on the capi tal stock of the main business no matter where It may be located m other states, it will be apparent at once that these mer chandise brokers will cease to live or maintain a regular business in Georgia. They can go across the line, say to Chat tanooc&. or Birmingham. Ala.. South Car oiina or maybe Jacksonville. Fla . and send their drummers and traveling agents all over the state of Georgia, without paying this heayy tax on foreign corpora tlOtMk Their profits will be the same, or but little lew. while the people who !»*• ,£• vested in office buildings in cities like Savannah. Augusta. Columbus, Macon and Atlanta, may whistle for renters or tenants and the word will pass around. •“Keep out of Georgia.” and our Georgia business men who have worked up a bus iness with good profits for themselves must either go elsewhere or do something elec There is nothing In this world that is so sensitive as capital, and the south has been inviting business men to come here time out of mind. Certain great enter prises have come in after a solemn pledge has been given to exempt such enterprises from taxation. When once It is understood that no branch office can be opened in Georgia without taxing the main plant on its full value of capital stock, we will be sure to witness a “scat terment." and while I am not able to say wnether such a measure would be constitutional or otherwise. I can certainly foresee that these branch offices will disappear. Nobody that hnows me or cares to re sell the efforts 1 have made in Georgia for •lean government and proper management •C our public funds will accuse me of be fog partial to trusts or syndicates, but when I look abroad and see how the whole • state is groaning under heavy difficulties as to cr-lored labor and how anxious we - should be to increase our population in good white citisens. it does alarm me to find any proposed legislation recorded width will run off capital and drive away people who live in Georgia and pay taxes on their own property as citisens. They wi.i be virtually debarred from maintain ing branch offices with remunerative re sults to themselves indlvlduelly. and to the state generally. If one dollar may be collected in Georgia out of every thou sand dollars that the main plant is taxed on tn Ohio. New Jersey or elsewhere, it Will become prohibitory. If that main plant has been taxed to the limit in other states, it stands to rea son that It will not agree to be taxed twice on the same amount in Georgia. Why not come down squarely to an In come tax and be done with it? Why not tax all Incomes and let the people who fail to make living expenses go scot free? Tax the Incomes of these foreign plants in Georgia. If you please, but do not drive all our Georgia boys away from the state who are now making a living here at home > (instead of in Ohio. Indiana and else where! by doing a legitimate business. We complain heavily when railroad sys tems and groat manufacturing plants dis place our Georgia employes and place out siders In the good paying positions over j . their heads, as is often done This tax on merchandise brokers and all foreign business as now operated by our Georgia men will cause offices to disap pear in Georgia cities and the work will be operated from the outside, and largely by outsiders. I am told our interstate commerce laws will certainly protect these buslnssea in their trade or commerce with other states, and as I see the situation the loss will fall mainly on the buildings that have been erected by our own Georgia citizens to rent to these outsiders. I do not own a foot of ground or a tenement that is rented to a single person who might be affected, but all the same. I should dislike to see our enterprising business men In Georgia ruined by hav ing no renters for their property, and. of course, the result in state, county and municipal taxation would be disastrous. Don't kill these enterprising property holders In Georgia in a desire to tax for eign corporations. Go slow before the goose that lays the golden egg shall be hung up dry and dead. In the Midst of Life We Are In Death. How Uttie we know of the dangers that beset humankind until it is too late. Let me give an example—a singular oc currence A few weeks ago a man stood on the platform of a suburban electric road station, and noticed steam escaping from the ground In an adjacent field. As be was familiar with the locality and could not account for the steam, he decided to wait for the next car. and go over to the place, and find out what caus ed the steam to escape in that unusual place He was seen by others to be examining the phenomena, and !:• pushed hts arm Smoking Cures Catarrh. X Combination of Herbs, Smoked In a Pipe, Cures Catarrh of Head. Nose and Throat. SAMPLE MAILED FREE. Contains No Tobacco and Is Pleasant and Easy to Use. . The fact that the smoking of tobacco is injurious to the health is no argument against the use of Dr. Blosser’s Catarrh Cure in a pipe, or in the form of cigar ettes. as this remedy contains no tobacco or any injurious drug. The effect of a remedy applied directly to the diseased part is much better than the uncertain action of medicines taken into the stom ach. Thia is the philosophy, profound as it Is simple, of the treatment of catarrh with Dr. Blosser’s Catarrh Cure. It is the only known remedy that can , penetrate the recesses of the head, throat and lungs. No liquid remedy can do this. No spray that ever was devised—surely no ’constitutional” nostrum taken into the stomach—can reach the inflamed sur faces and cleanse, soothe and heal them as this medicated smoke-vapor does. In order to demonstrate its merits, a three days' trial treatment will be sent, absolutely free, to any sufferer. Ad dress. Dr. Blosser Company, 51 Walton fit. Atlanta, Ga. through a barbed wire fence to get nearer to the spot where the steam was escap ing. He fell down as if dead and when other parties reached him. it was only to And he was really dead. The trolley pole had been struck by lightning, exposing a bolt to a live wire. A guy wire top’ was stretched from the pole down to the field to held the wire steady and •* place. Thia wire rope was in contact with the exposed bolt. A strand of barbed wire fence had blown against the guy wire, and an end of the barbed wire trailed in a puddle of water causing the steam. When the inquisitive man reached through the fence he accidentally »ushed a wire through and against the guy wire, anu instantly an electric shock killed him. Electricity is a splendid servant of maxi while everything is clear and in order, but there Is no telling what may happen, if you place yourself In contact with any sort of a wire that is lying around in yovr path, where it thould net be. Let loese wlrts nave a wide space and keen youroe'f tree from the slightest entangle ment. This ’tecldent happened out weat. WATCH THE LABEL ON YOUR SEMI-WEEKLY AND IF IT HAS THE MARK OF A BLUE PENCIL YOU MAY KNOW YOUR SUBSCRIPTION HAS EXPIRED AND THAT NOW IS THE TIME TO RENEW. BUY A SI.OO MONEY ORDER OR SEND U 8 100 ONE-CENT STAMPS, SELECT YOUR PREMIUM ANO GET YOUR READ ING MATTER FOR THE NEXT YEAR. The Protection of Young Women. THE brutal murder of an unpro tected American woman in Paris has alarmed the parents and guardians of other American girls who sre residing In the same French me tropolis. The Associated Press tells us that such girls are being recalled and the alarm is extending I have never been abroad (sorry to ad mit my lock of foreign travel), but the stories which are printed about the man ners and customs of certain Parisian lodging places sre not sttractive to my mind nor tn common sense and common judgment as I vigw the situation. It is astonishing that to few horrors have been chronicled up to date, for our American girls are to be congratulated that they have been so fortunate in tbeir surround •nga and protected from more serious dis aster?. Teung women risk considerable when they go into our own American cities to pursue art. or even journalism, but they must be better protected under our own laws and with English speaking people than in Parts. • Rome weeks ago I wrote a letter of in troduction for a lady friend of mine who is spending the winter in one of our large American cities The gracious statesman who is well into his eighties replied to my introductory letter, to beg me to induce the young lady not to go, for every place was crowded, hindrances were many and it was his best judgment that she should stay away. The inrush into great cities by young and old of both sexes Is very’ great, and the risk is immense, because it Is a difficult task even In small elties to protect young ladles from some disadvantages as to ac quaintanceship and surroundings. All these things are greatly Increased when a girl is deprived of the benefits of a chaperone or a mother’s care. Perhaps some young lady reader will think I am dashing cold water on her hopes, for it Is a restless age we live in, and our young people are easily infected with the idea that ambitious minds must get into the swim to accomplish results, but experience will demonstrate the ne cessity for care In all the matters here mentioned. My warning is the outgrowth of my earnest desire for the prosperity of my young countrywomen. The gruesome story of Mrs. Helen Gore's sad taking off is one of the dread ful happenings of this era of shocks and dirasters. Doubtless Mrs. Gofo felt safe In Paris, but she was not only destroyed, cruelly murdered, but her whole history has been ripped up and published in two continents to the terror of her kinspeople and acquaintances. Going to Europe is considered no more of a trip than going to New York used to be twenty years ago. While the bene fits of foreign travel are many and to be desired, it is a risky business at any time for an unprotected young woman who has no older women to advise with and chaperone her. to fling herself into boarding house life in Paris, when she is unprotected and alone. The Art of Letter Writing. Every child should be encouraged to write letters, carefully Instructed tn the art. and there is nothing which gives more real pleasure to parents than nicely writ ten letters from absent children st school. I wax well acquainted with a girl who wrote home to her mother onee a week while she was at college, and that weekly letter was a kind of a diary of every day's happenings—during the inter vening seven—and no sooner was one let ter sent to the mall before another one was begun, or put on the stocks, to speak as ship-builders might do. The mother remarked that mail day (they had only a weekly mall) was the gala day of the entire week, for the letter was sure to come, and the contents were rapturously entertaining in that rural home. Words were Inadequate to express the pleasure that dutiful child gave the family at home. The postage rate was five cents on every letter. Owing to cheeper postage and rapid communication in these latter days the arrival of a letter from a school girl Is* not such an event as formerly, but the cheap postage and rapid transit should not change the freedom of epistolary com munications between parent and child. Nothing reveals one’s knowledge of their own language as the letters they write in the fullness of their affection and with unrestrained confidence. There is manifest decadence, or it thus appears to me. The results of our publie school system in this Une show inade quate attention to the fine art of letter writing, for it is an art that can be per fected until it equals the excellence of music or painting. Some of the finest and most enduring literature of former pe riods were thus obtained. ROYAL PERSONAGES. Chicago Daily News. Emperor Wll’lsm of Germany’s personal ac quaintance with England dates from the year ISC!, when at 4 yearn of age he was brought over by his parents to witness the wedding of his uncle, the then prince of Wales. The late Bishop Wilberforce tn describing the royal wedding said: “Every one behaved quite at their best." with the exception, hinted the good bishop, of the “little Prince William of Prussia, who wax placed between hie two little uncles (Prince Arthur and Prince Leopold) to keep him quiet.” and “both of whom, the crown prlncees (later the Eruprcea Frederick) toM me. he bit In their bare highland legs whenever they touched him to keep him quiet.” Mr Frith also, who painted the wedding scene, once confessed that he had never In his life had such a troublesome little fellow to deal with as the prince when he sat to him for his portrait. It keeps nature pretty busy inventing new diseases for the benefit of patent tn sill nt— ruJE SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GEORGIA. MONDAY, DECEMBER 15, 1902. SITLAWffiEtS T ' 1 T—rnss^e— t— W IS I I—t A——MfiMW Hill Hill ■" ■ A———M——— BOOK III.—ARRIVING. He helped himself to everything except a few shillings, weeping because his nec essities were so great. But I told him I was used to being robbed, and he had done me all the harm he could; so hla turn to pluck me naturally followed. Then I softened, as I alwaya do towards the claimant of the other part, and ad ded that we were on the same footing; I had been a pensioner myself. “Sire. I thank you," said Bellenger, having shaken the wallet and poked his fingers into the lining where an unheard of gold piece could have lodged. •‘lt tickles my vanity to be called sire.” “You are a true prince,” said Bellenger. "My life would be well spent If I could see you restored to your own.” “So I infer, from the valuable days you have spent in trying to bring that re sult about.” “Your majesty is sure of finding sup port in France.” . -The last king liked to tinker with clocks. Perhaps I like to tinker with In dians.” “Sire. It is due to your birth— " Never mind my birth,” I said. I m busv with my life.” He bowed himself out of my presence without turning. This tribute to royalty should have touched me. He took a hand some adieu, and did not afterward seek further reward for his service. I heard in the course of years that he died in New Orleans, confeasing much regarding mynelf to people who cured nothing about it, and thought him crazy. They doubt less had reason, so erratic was the wan derer whom I had first consciously seen through Lake George fog. His behavior was no more creditable than the behavior of other Frenchmen who put a hand to the earlier years of their prince’s life. The third to appear at my tent door was Chief Williams himself. The sur geon told him outside the tent that it was a dangerous wound. He had little hope for me. and I had indifferent hope my self lying In torpor and finding It an effort to speak. But after several days of effort I did speak. The chief sat beside me, concerned and silent. “Father,” I said. The chief harkened near to my lips. "Tell me,” I begged, after resting, “who brought me to you.” Hts dark sullen face became tender. ’ It was a Frenchman,” he answered, 1 I was hunting and met him on the lake with two boys. He offered to give you to me. We had just lost a son.” When I had rested again. I asked: “Do you know anything else about me?" "No." The subject was dosed between us. And all subjects were closed betwixt the world and nje, for my face turned the other way. The great void of which we knew nothing, but which our faith teaches us to bridge, opened for me. VI. But the chief’s and Skenedonk’s nursing and Indian remedies brought me face earthward again, reviving the surgeon’s hope. , When blood and life mounted, and my torn side sewed up its gap in a healthy, scar adding another to my collection, autumn was upon us. From the hunting lodges on Izike George, and the Williams es of Longmeadow, I went to the scorched capital of Washington. Tn the end the government helped me with my Indian plan, though when Skenedonk and I pushed out toward Illinois Territory we had only my pay and a grant of land. Peace was not formally made until De cember, but the war was ended that sum mer. Man's success in the world is propor tioned to the number of forces he can draw around himself to work with him. I have been able to draw some forces; though in matters where most people pro tect themselves, I have a quantity of asinne patience which the French would not have tolerated. The Oneidas were ready to follow wherever I led them. And so were many families of the Iroquoise federation. But the Mohawk tribe held back. However, I felt confident of material for an Indian state when the foundation should be laid. We started lightly equipped upon the horse paths. ' The long journey by water and shore brought us in October to the head of German Bay. We had seen Lake Michigan, of a light transparent blueness, with Are ripples chasing from the sunset. And we had rested at noon in plum groves on the vast prairies, oases of fertile des erts. where pink and white fruit drops, so ripe that the sun preserves it in its juice. The freshness of the new world continual ly flowed around us. We shot deer. Wolves sneaked upon our trail. We slept with our heels to the campfire, and our heads on our saddles. Sometimes we built a hunter’s shed, open at front and slop ing to ground at baek. To find out how the wind blew, we struck a finger in our mouths and held it up. The side which be came cold first was the side of the wind. Physical life riots in the joy of its re vival. I was so glad to be alive after touching death that I could think of Madame de Ferrier without pajn, and say more confidently: "She is not dead,” because resurrection was working in my self. Green Bay or La Baye, as the fur hunt ers called it. wax a little post almost like a New England village among its elms: one street and a few outlying houses beside the Fox river. The open world had been our tavern; or any sod or log hut cast up like a burrow of human prairie dogs or moles. We did not expert to find a tavern in Green Bay. Yet such a place was pointed out to us near the Fur company’s block warehouse. It had no sign post, and the only visible stable was a pen of logs. Though negro slaves were owned In the Illinois Territory, we saw none when a red-headed man rushed forth shouting: "Sam, you lazy nigger, come here and take the gentleman's horse! Where la that Bam? Light down, sir, with your Indian, and I will lead your beasts to the hostler myself.” In the same way our host provided a supper and bed with armies of Invisible servants. Skenedonk climbed a ladder to the loft with our saddlebags. "Where is that chambermaid?” cried the tavern keeper. "Yes. where is she?" said a man who lounged on a bench by the entrance. "I’ve heard of her so often I would like to see her myself.” The landlord.deaf to railery,bustled about and spread our table in his public room. “Corn bread, hominy, side meat, ven’-, zin,” he shouted in the kitchen. “SJZ yourself, you black rascal, and dish up the gentleman's supper.” Skenedonk walked boldly Into the kitch en door and saw our landlord stewing and broiling, performing the offices of cook as he had performed those of stable man. He kept on scolding and harry ing the people who should have been at his command: "Step around lively, Sam. Tell the gentleman the black bottle is in the fireplace cupboard if he wants to sharpen his appetite. Where is that little nigger that picks up chips? Bring me some more wood from the wood-pile! I’ll teaeh you to go to sleep behind the door!” Our host served us himself, running with sleeves turned back to admonish an imaginary cook. His tap-room was the fireplace cupboard, and It was visited while we ate our supper, by men in seal akin trousers, and caps and hooded capetea of blue cloth. These Canadians mixed their own drink, and made a cross- mark on the inside of the cupboard door, using a system of bookkeeping evidently agreed upon between themselves and the landlord. He shouted for the lazy bar keeper, who answered nothing out of nothingness. Nightfall was very clear and fair in this northwestern territory. A man felt nearer to the sunset. The region took hold upon me; particularly when one who was neither a warehouseman nor a Cana dian for hunter, hurried In and took me by the hand. "I am Pierre Grlgnon,” he said. Indeed. If he had held his fiddle, and turned it upon an arm not so stout, I should have known without being told that he was the man who had played In the Saint-Michel cabin while Annabel de Chaumont climbed the chimney. We sat and talked until the light faded. The landlord brought a candle, and yell ed up the loft, where Skenedonk had al ready stretched himself in his blanket, as he loved to do: "Chambermaid, light up!” "You drive your slaves too hard .land lord,” said Pierre Grlgnon. "You’d think I hadn’t any, Mr. Grlgnon; for they’re never in the way when they’re wanted.” “One industrious man you certainly have.” “Yes, Sam is a good fellow, but I’ll have to go out and wake him up and make him rub the horses down.” "Never mind,” said Pierre Grlgnon. "I'm going to take these travelers home with me.” "Now I know how a tavern ought to be kept," said the landlord. "But what’s the use of my keeping one if Pierre Grlg non carries off all the guests?” "He’s my old friend,” I told the land lord. "He’s an old friend to everybody that comes to Green Bay. I’ll never get so much as a sign painted to hang in front of the Palace tavern." I gave him twice his charges and he said: "What a loss it was to enterprise in the bay when Pierre Grignon came here and built son the whole United States'.” The Grlgnon house, whether built for the whole United States or not, was the largest in Green Bay. Its lawn sloped down to Fox river. It was a huge square of oak timbers, with a detached kitchen, sheltered by giant elms. To this day it windows in the gables keeping guard frame like some massive rock, the fan Stands defying time with its darkening north and south. A hall divided the house through the center, and here Madame Grignon wel comed me as if I were a long-expected guest, for this was her custom; and as soon as she clearly remembered me, led me into a drawing room where a stately old lady sat making lace. This was the grandmother of the house. Such a house would have been incom plete without a grandmother at the hearth. The furniture of this hall or family room had been brought from Mofitreal; spindle chairs and a pier table of ma hogany; a Turkey carpet, laid smoothly on the polished floor to be spurned aside by the young dancers there; some impos sible sea pictures, with patron saints in the clouds over mariners; an Immense stuffed sofa, with ah arm dividing it across the center—the very place for those head-to-head conversations with young men which the girls of the house called “twosing." It was. In fact, the favorite "twosing” spot of Green Bay. Stools there were, for children, and armchairs for old people were not lack ing. The small yellow spinning wheel of Madame Ursule, as I found afterwards Madame Grlgnon was commonly called, stood ready to revolve its golden disk wherever she sat . The servanta were Pawnee Indians, moving about their dutiee almost with stealth. The little Grlgnon daughter who had stood lost in wonder at the dancing of Annabel de Chaumont, was now a turner of heads herself, all flaxen white, and con trasting .with the darkness of Katrina Tank. Katrina was taken home to the Grlgnon’s after her mother’s death. Both girls had been educated in Montreal. The seigniorial state In which Pierre Grignon lived became at once evident. I found it was the custom during Advent for all the villagers to meet In his house and sing hymns. On Christmas day his tables were loaded for everybody who came. If any one died, he was brought to Pierre Grignon's for prayer, and after his burial, the mourners went back to Pierre Grlgnon’s for supper. Pierre Grig non and his wife were god-father and god mother to most of the children bom at La Baye. If a child was left without father and mother, Pierre Grignon's house became its asylum until a Ifiame could be found for it. The few American offi csrs Stationed at the old stockade, nearly every evening met the beauties of Green Bay at Pierre Grigon’s, and if he did not fiddle for them he led madame In the dancing. The grandmother herself some times took her stick and stepped through a measure to please the young people. Laughter and the joy of life ruled the house every waking hour of the twenty four. Funerals were never horrible there. Instead, they seemed the mystic begin ning of better things. “Poor Madame Tank! She would have been so much more comfortable in her death if she had relieved her mind," Madame Ursule said, the first evening, as we sat in a pause of the dancing. "She used to speak of you often, for seeing you made a great Impression upon her, and she never let us forget you. I am sure she knew more about you than she ever told me. ’I have am important disclosure to make,’ she says. ‘Come around me, I want all of you to hear it!’ Then she fell back and died without telling it.” A touch of mystery was not lacking to the house. Several times I saw the tall of a gray gown disappear through an open door. Some woman half entered and drew back. "It’s Madeline Jordan.” an inmate told me each time. “She avoids strangers.” I asked if Madeleine Jordan was a rel ative. "Oh. no,” Madame Ursule replied; “but the family who brought her here, went back to Canada, and of course they left her with us.” Os course Madeleine Jordan, or any body else who lacked a roof, would be left with ths GXgnons; but in that house a hermit sezmed out of place, and I said so to Madxme Ursule. "P>or child!" she responded. "I think sfcZlikes the bustle and noise. She is not /a hermit. What difference can it make to her whether people are around her or not?” The subject of Madeleine Jordan was ao doubt beyond a man’s handling. I had other matters to think about, and direct ly plunged into them. First the Menoml nees and Winnebagoes must be assembled in council. They held all the desirable land. "We don’t like your Indian scheme in Green Bay," said Pierre Grignon. "But if the tribes *here are willing to sell their lands, other settlers can’t prevent it." He went with me to meet the savages on the opposite side of the Fox near the stoekade. There the talking and eat ing lasted two days. At the end of that time I had a footing for our Iroquoise in the Wisconsin portion of the Illinois Territory; and the savages who granted it danced a war dance in our honor. Every brave shook over his head the scalps he had taken. I saw one cap of soft long brown hair. "One i have.” "Eh!” said Pierre Grignon, sitting be side me. "Their dirty trophies make you ghastly! Do your eastern tribes nev er dance war dances?” After the land was secured its bounda ries had to be set. Then my own grant demanded attention; and last, I was anx ious to put my castle on it before snow flew. Many of those late autumn nights Skenedonk and I spent camping. The out door life was a joy to me. Our land lay up the Fox river and away from the bay. But more than one stormy evening, when we came back to the bay for supplies, I plunged into the rolling water and swam breasting the waves. It is good to be hardy, and sane, and to take part in the visible world, whether you are great and have your heart’s desire or not. When we had laid the foundation of the Indian settlement, I built my house with the help of skilled men. It was a spacious one of hewn logs, chinked with cat-and-clay plaster, showing its white ribs on the hill above the Fox. In time I meant to cover the riba with perennial vines. There was a spring near the porches. The woods banked me on the rear, and an elm spread its colossal um brella over the roof. Fertile fields stretch ed at my left, and on my right a deep ravine lined with white birches, carried a stream to the Fox. From my stronghold to the river was a long descent. The broadening and nar rowing channel could be seen for miles. A bushy island, beloved of wild ducks, parted the water, lying as Moses hid in osiers, amidst* tall growths of wild oats. Lily pads stretched their pavements in the oats. Beyond were rolling banks, and beyond those, wooded hills rising terrace over terrace to the dawn. Many a sun rise was to come to me over those hills. Oaks and pines and sumach gathered to my doorway. In my mind I saw the garden we after ward created; with many frutt trees, beds, and winding walks, trellised seats, squares of flaming tulips, phlox, hollyhocks, rosea. It should reach down into the ravine, where humid ferns and rocks met plants that love darkling ground. Yet it should not be too dark. I would lop boughs rather than have a growing thing spindle as if’rooted in Ste. Pelagle—and no man who loves trees can do that without feeling the knife at his heart. What is long developing is precious like the im mortal part of us. The stoicism that comes of endurance has something of death in it. I prepared a home without thought of putting any wife therein. I had grown used to being alone, with the exception of Skenedonk’s taciturn company. The house waa for castle and resting'place after labor. I took satisfaction in the rude furniture we made for it. In after years it became filled with rich gifts from the other side of the world, and books that have gladdened my heart. Yet in its virginhood, bdforo pain or joy or achievement had entered there, before spade struck the ground which wae to send up food, my holding on the earth's surface made me feel prince of a principality. The men hewed a slab settle, and sta tioned it before the hearth, a thing of beauty in its rough and lichen-tinted barks, though you may not believe it. My floors 1 would have smooth and neatly joined of hard woods which give forth a shining for wear and polish. Stools I had, easily made, and one large round of a tree for my table, like an eastern tabou ret. Before the river closed and winter abut in, Skenedonk and I went back to Green Bay. I did not know how to form my household, and had it in mind to consult Madame Ursule. Pawnees could be had; and French landholders In the territory owned black slaves. Pierre Grignon him self kept one little negro like a monkey among the stately Indians. Dealing with acres, and with people wild as floeks, would have been worth while if nothing had resulted except our welcome back to Pierre Grlgnon’s open house. The grandmother hobbled on her 1 stick across the floor to give me her hand. Madame Ursule reproached me with de laying. and Pierre said it was high time to seek winter quarters. The girls re counted harvest reels and even weddings, with dances following, which I had lost while away from the center of festivity. The little negro carried my saddlebags to the guest room. Skenedonk was to sleep on the floor. Abundant preparations for the evening heal were going forward in the kitchen. As I mounted the stair way at Madame Ursula's direction, I heard a tinkle of china, her very best, which adorned racks and dressers. It was set forth on the mahogany board. The upper floor of Pierre Grignon's house was divided by a hall similar to the one below. I ran upstairs and halted. Standing with her back to the fading light which came through one fan window at the hall end. was a woman’s figure in a gray dress. I gripped the rail. My first thought was: “How shall I tell her about Paul?” My next was: "What is the matter with her?” She rippled from head to foot in the shiver of rapture peculiar to her, and stretched her arms to me crying: “Paul! Paul!" VII. "Oh, Madame!"! said, bewildered, and sick as from a stab. It was no comfort that the high lady who scarcely allowed me to kiss her hand before we parted, clung around my neck. She trembled against me. “Have you come back to your mother, Paul?" “Eagle!" I pleaded. "Don’t you know me? You surely know Lazarre!” She kissed me, pulling my head down in her arms, the velvet mouth like a( ba bv’s, and looked straight into my eyes. "Madame, try to understand! I am Louis! If you forget Lazarre. try to re member Louis!” She heard with attention, and smiled. The pressure of my arms spoke to her. A man's passion aauressed itself to a little child. All other barriers which had stood between us were nothing to this. I held her, and she could never be mine. She was not ill in body; the contours of her upturned face were round and softened with much smiling. But mind-sickness robbed me of her »n the moment of finding her. "She can’t be insane!” I said aloud. “Oh, God, anything but that! She was not a woman that could be so wrecked!” Like a fool I questioned, and tried to get some explanation. Eagle smoothed my arm. nestled her hand in my neck. "My little boy! He has grown to be a man—while his mother has grown down to be a child! Do you know what I am now, Paul!" I choked a sob In my throat and told her I did not. “I am your Cloud-Mother. I live in a cloud. Do you love me while lam in the cloud?' I told her I loved her with all my strength, In the cloud or our of it. “Will you take care of me aa I used to take care of you?” I swore to the Almighty that she should be my future care. “I need you so! I have watched for you in the woods and on the water, Paul! You have been long coming back to me.” I heard Madame Ursule mounting the stairs to see if my room was in order. Who could unoerstand the relation in which Eagle and x now stood, and the claim she made upon me? She clung to my arm when I took it away. I led her by the hand. Even this sight caused muMMM BSKSSSSSHSSS-EBSEBSSSOMaB pw INCHESTER " “NEW RIVAL” FACTORY LOADED SHOTGUN SHELLS Give these shells a thorough trial, and you will find them to be as nearly perfect as experience, ingenuity, brains and equipment can make them. They are made with the Winchester patent corrugated head, which has made Winchester “Leader” and “Repeater” Smokeless Powder Shells so popular and satisfactory. Winchester Factory-Loaded “ New Rival ” Shells are thoroughly waterproof, and are loaded by exact machinery with the standard brands of powder, shot and wadding which makes them uniform and reliable* Shoot Them and You’ll Shoot Wen Genuine Rogers Silverware. W-fSIfS? 6 Triple Plated <1 Dinner Knives KELLEY, JgV>SXI;Sh«. I “'S."'*’ Madame Ursule a shock at the head of the stairs. "M’s’r Williams." My hostess paused and looked at us. "Did she come to you of her own ac cord?" "Yes. madame.” "I never knew her to notice a strang er before.” z "Madame, do you know who this is?" “Madellene Jordan.” "It is the Marquise de Ferrier." "The Marquise de Ferrier?” ’Yes, madame.” "Do you know her?” ‘I have known her ever since I can re member.” “The Marquise de Ferrier! But, M’s’r Williams, did she know you?” “She knows me," I asserted. “But not as myself. I am sure she knows me! But she confuses me with the child she loet! I cannot explain to you, madame, how positive I am that she recognizes •ne; any more than I can explain why »he will call me Paul. I think I ought to tell you, so you will see the position In which I am placed, that this lady is the lady I once hoped to marry.” “Saints have pity, M’s’r Williams!" ’T want to ask you some questions.” "Bring her down to the fire. Come, dear child,” said Madame Ursule, coax ing Eagle. "Nobody ie there. The bed rooms can never be so warm as the log fire; and this is a bitter evening." The family room was unlighted by candles, as often happened. For such an Illumination in the chimney must have quenched any paler glare. We had a few moments <rf brief privacy from the swarming life which constantly passed in and out. I placed Eagle by the Are and she sat there obediently, while I talked to Madame Ursule apart. "Was her mind in this state when she came to you?" "She was even a little wilder than she Js now. The girls have been a benefit to her.” "They were not afraid of her?” “Who could be afraid of the dear child? She is a lady—that’s plain. Ah, M’s’r ■tfllllams, what she must have gone through !” "Yet how happy she looks!” "She always seemed happy enough. She would come to this house. So when the Jordans went to Canada, Pierre and I both said, ’Let her stay.' ” “Who are the Jordans?” ‘The only family that escaped with their lives from the massacre when she lost her family. Madame Jordan told me the whole Story- They had friends among the Winnebagoes who protected them." "Did they give her their name?" "tfo. the people tn La Baye did that. We knew she had another name. But I think it very likely her title was not used in the settlement where they lived. Titles are no help in pioneering.” * “Did they call her Madeleine: ’ "She cAlls herself Madeleine.” ’How long has she been with your fam ily?” ’Nearly a year.” w ‘Did the Jordans tell you when this change came‘over her?” "Yes. It was during the attack when her child was taken from her. She saw other children killed. The Indians were afraid of her. They respect demented people; not a bit of harm was done to her. They let her alone, and the Jordans took care of her.” The daughter and adopted daughter of the house came in with a rush of outdoor air, and seeing Eagle first, ran to kiss her on the cheek one after the other. "Madeleine has come down!” said Ma rie. “I thought we should coax her in here sometime,” said Katrina. Between them, standing slim and tall, their equal In height, she was yet a little sister. Though their faces were unllned, hers held a divine youth. To see her stricken with mind-weakness, and the two girls who had done neither good nor evil, existing like plants tn sun shine, healthy and sound, an in iquitous contrast. If ever woman was made for living and dying in one ancestral home, she was that woman. Yet she stood on the border of civilization, without a foothold to call her own. If ever woman was made for one knightly love which would set her in high places, she was that woman. Yrt hero she stood, her very name lost, no man so humble as to do her reverence. "Paul has come,” Eagle told Katrina they’re” . n Kept Fresh r Uneeds Biscuit are delivered to the con sumer in the wonderful moisture and dust A Bown as the In-er-seal Pack fresh and crisp and clean I tn the oven. ® eeda [ scuit I reneral use. A satisfactory L r everybody. Serve with <Mb e them to the children in- AM )nly 5 cents a package. and Marie. Holding their hands, she walked between them toward me, and bade them notice my height. "I am his Cloud-Mother,” she said. "How droll !< is that parents grow down little, while their children grow up big'.”. Madame Ursule shook her head piti fully. But the girls really saw, the droll i side and laughed with my Cloud-Mother. Separated from me by an impassable barrier, she touched me more deeply than when I sued her most. The undulating ripple which was her peculiar expression of joy was more than I could bear. I left the room and was flinging myself from the house to take in the chill wind; but she caught me. "I will be good!” pleaded my Cloud- Mother, her face in my breast Her son who had grown up big, while she grew down little, went back to the family room with her. My Cloud-Mother sat beside me at ta ble, and insisted on cutting up my food for me. While I tried to eat, she asked Marie and Katrina and Pierre Grignon and Madame Ursule to notice how well I behaved. The tender hearted host wiped his eyes. I understood why she had kept such hold upon me through years of separate) neas. A nameless personal charm, which must be a gift of the spirit, sur vived all wreck and change. It drew me, and must draw me forever, whether she knew me again or not. One meets and wakes you to vivid life in an immortal hour. Thousands could not do it through eternity. The river piled hillocks of water in a strong north wind, and no officer crossed from the stockade. Neither did any neigh-* bor leave his own fire. It seldom happen-* ed that the Grignons were left with in-* mates alone. Eagle sat by me and watch* ed the blaze streaming up the chimney. If she was not a unit tn the family group and had no part there, they were most kind to her. "Take care!" the grandmother cried with swift foretaought when Marie and Katrina marshaled ir a hopping object from the kitchen. "It might ’ frighten Madeleine.” Pierre Grignon stopped In the middle of a bear hunt. Eagle was not frighten* ed. She clapped her hands. “This Is a pouched turkey!" Marie an* nounced, leaning against the wall, while Katrina chased the fowl. It was the little negro, his arms and feet thrusl into the legs of a pair of Pierre Grignon’s trousers, and the capacious open top fast* ened upon his back. Doubled over, he waddled and hopped as well as he could. A feather duster was stuck in for a tall, and his woolly head gave him the un* canny look of a black harpy. To see him was to shed tears of laughter. The pouch* ed turkey enjoyed being a pouched tur* key. He strutted and gobbled, and ran at the girls; tried to pick up corn from the floor with his thick lips, tumbled down and rolling over in the effort; foz a pouched turkey has no wings with which to balance himself. So much hilarity la the family room drew the Pawnee ser* vanta. I saw their small dark eyes in a mere line of open door, gazing solemnly. When the turkey was relieved from his pouching and sent to bed, Pierre Grig* non took his violin. The girls answered with jigs that ended a reel, when couples left the general figure to jig it off. When Eagle had watched them awhile she started up, spread her skirts in a sweeping courtesy, and began to dance a gavotte. The fiddler changed his tune, and the girls rested and watched her; Alternately swift and languid, with the changes of- the movement, she saluted backward to the floor, or spun on the tips of rapid feet I had seen her dance many times, but never with such abandon of joy. Our singular relationship was establish ed in the house, where hospitality made room and apology for all human weak* ness. Nobodjr of that region, except the la firm, stayed indoors to shiver by a fire. Eagle and the girls in their warm ca potes breasted with me tho colde.st vrintef days. She was as happy as they were; her cheeks tingled as pink as theirs. Sometimes I thought her eyes must ans wer me with her old self-command, their bright grayneas was so naturaL (To Be Continued.) Since the day she was founded, Atlant* has come out of every Are bigger and bet ter than she waa before. The present will be no exception io the rule.