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Keep as cool as you can.
For aviation feats observe the met
cary.
Revised fo» fly time —a swat in time
vaves nine.
What a fine rest the Japanese war
scare is getting!
Queen Mary admonishes the girls
to keep their powder dry.
Rubber stamp for today: "Aviator
hurt when aeroplane drops.”
Be careful not to have a sunstroke
Heat prostrations are the correct
form.
Earmarks of genius are easily dis
cerned in the man who invented the
straw hat.
Chicago telephone girls are to have
air baths, but who can get any air
In Chicago?
The aeroplane which can run, fly or
awim will be sure to be asked to re
cite something.
Now a scientist declares that kiss
ing is detestable. During the spring
onion season, probably.
Our idea of good fishing is when it
Is so good that there is no necessity
to lie about how good it is.
A maiden lady who keepß a parrot
that swears wants to know what ex
cuse there is for her marrying.
A good many of our amateur garden
ers learn at this time of the year that
the way of the farmer is hard.
You spend a whole evening In
sprinkling: your lawn, and it raineth
thereafter from midnight till dawn.
This la the time of year when ev
erybody favors good roads and is
ready to swat the housefly and mo
squito.
The man with the wooden leg be
come an optimist when he sees an
other man affected with rheumatism
In both legs.
Queen Mary Is to he commended
for laying stress on the fact that the
road to good looks Is not by way of
the rouge counter.
Amateur aviators cooked terrapin
during a twenty-minute flight. No
body has ever needed n double d<«pon
stratlon that terrnpin colnes high
Somebody is trying to perfect k
r*»d that will grow giants. Let us
hope that It will he kept away from
the girls. We like them just as they
are.
On American farms $104,000,000
more wealth was produced last year
than the year before. That sum would
buy a good many automobiles, and it
did.
Again baseball fates enforce the
lesson that marking the pennant as a
certainty because the team won the
Jfrst game is subject to both early and
late frosts.
A woman having herself photo
graphed with a black eye wins her
j suit for divorce with the exhibit. The
possibilities of the hidden phonograph
'multiply.
It will be Impossible to settle the
question about Mars being inhabited
until we ilnd out whether cats carry
germs. The scientists must stick to
a schedule.
A Roston waiter returned a wallet
containing $15,000 to a man who had
left it on his table. A New York
waiter would have regarded It as
merely a tip.
There are 6,000 words in the Eng
lish Bible and 21,000 in Shakespeare
and the average student will believe
that the bard of Avon used several
thousand too many.
A Pullman porter found $2,000 worth
of diamonds on his car and returned
them to the owner. Pullman porter
no doubt knows what It means to lose
$2 ,000 worth of diamonds.
A Washington woman willed that
her poll parrot be killed after her
death. This, however, seems like
needless and unnecessary willing. It
would have happened, anyhow.
A New York lunatic has been pa
roled from Bloomingdale to make a
trip to Europe, after giving bond that
he would come back. But why not
have the bond to insure that he would
not?
A French actress tells us that for
gayety and wickedness Paris does cot
compare with New York, It seems
that a great many of our citizens have
been wasting thheir time on useless
ocean voyages.
A Chicago man procured a divorce
because he wanted to make hts wife
happy- -This man's wonderful unsel
fishness was equaled only by his phe
nomenal modesty. The average man
might be willing to make his wife hap
py in her own way, but he could nev
er agree with her that there was not
a man capable of making any woman
so.
SYNOPSIS.
John Calhoun becomes secretary of
state In Tyler's cabinet with the fixed de
termination to acquire both Texas and
Oregon. Nicholas Trist, his secretary. Is
sent with a message to the Baroness von
Ritz. spy and reputed mistress of the
British minister, Pakenbam. Trist en
counters the baroness and assists her in
escaping from pursuers. She agrees to
see Calhoun, and as a pledge that she
will tell him what he wants to know re
garding the Intentions of England toward
Mexico, she gives Trist a slipper, the
mate of which has been lost. Trist Is or
dered to Montreal on state business, and
arranges to be married to Elizabeth
Churchill before departing. The baroness
says she will try to prevent the marriage.
A drunken congressman, who Is assisting
Trist In his wedding arrangements, blun
deringly sends the baroness' slipper to
Elizabeth Instead of the owner, and the
marriage Is declared off. Nicholas finds
the baroness In Montreal, she having suc
ceeded, where he failed. In discovering
England's Intentions regarding Oregon.
Sho tells hltn the slipper he had, con
tained a note from the Texas attache to
Pakenham, saying that if the United
States did not annex Texas within 30 days
she would lose both Texas and Oregon.
Calhoun orders Trist to head a party
bound for Oregon. Calhoun excites the
Jealousy of Senora Yturrlo, and thereby
secures the signature of the Texas at
tache to a treaty of annexation. Nicholas
arrives In Oregon. Later the baroness ar
rives on a British warship. She tells
Nicholas that a note she, placed in Iter
slipper caused the breaking off of his
marriage, and that she intends to return
to Washington to repair the wrong.
Nicholas follows her. lie learns on the
way that Polk has been elected and
Texas annexed, and that there is to be
war with Mexico. The baroness tells
Trist that In return for a compromise of
the Oregon boundary on the forty-ninth
degree, she has sold herself to Pakenbam.
Bhe tells hint the story of her life.
CHAPTER XXXlll.—Continued.
She nodded. “Yes. Debauchee,
rake, monster, degenerate, product of
that aristocracy which had oppressed
ue, I was obliged to marry him, a
man three times my age! I pleaded.
1 begged. I was taken away by night.
1 was—l was— They say I was mar
ried to him. For myself, 1 did not
know where I was or what happened.
But after that they said I was the
wife of this man, a sot. a monster, the
memory only of manhood. Now, in
deed, the revenge of the aristocracy
was complete!"
She went on at last in a voice icy
cold. "1 lied one night, back to Hun
gary. For a month they could not find
me. 1 was still young. I saw my
people then as I had not before. I
saw also the monarchies of Europe.
Ah, now I knew what oppression
meant! Now 1 knew what class dis
tinction and special privileges meant!
I saw what ruin it was spelling for
our country—what it will spell for
your country, if they ever come to
rule here. Ah, then that dream came
to me which had come to my father,
that beautiful dream which justified
me in everything 1 did. My friend,
can it—can it in part Justify me—
now?
“For the first time, then, I resolved
to live! 1 have loved my father ever
Blnce that time. I pledged myself to
continue that work which he had un
dertaken! I pledged myself to better
the condition of humanity if I might.
was no hope for me. 1 was
condemned and ruined as it was. My
life was gone. Such as I had left, that
1 resolved to give to—what shall we
call it? —the idee democratique.
"Now, may God rest my mother's
soul, and mine also, so that some time
I may see her in another world—l
pray I may he good enough for that
some time. 1 have not been sweet
and sinless as was niv mother. Fate
laid a heavier burden upon me. But
what remained with me throughout
was the idea which my father had be
queathed me —”
“Ah, but also that beauty and sweet
ness and loyalty which came to you
from your mother," I insisted.
She shook her head. “Wait!” she
said. “Now they pursued me as
though 1 had been a criminal, and
they took me back—horsemen about
me who did as they liked. I was, I
say, a sacrifice. News of this came to
that man who was my husband. He
had not the courage of the nobles left.
But he heard of one nobleman against
whom he had a special grudge, and
hint one night, foully and unfairly, he
murdered.
“News of that came to the emperor, i
My husband was tried, and, the case ;
being well known to the public, it was
necessary to convict him for the sake
of example. Then, on the day set for
his beheading, the emperor reprieved
him. The hour for the execution
passed, and, being now free for the
time, he fled the country. He went to
Africa, and there he so disgraced the
state that bore him that of late times
I hear he has been sent for to comet
back to Austria. Even yet the em
peror may suspend- the reprieve and>
rend him to the block for his ancient
crime. If he had a thousand heads
he could not atone for the worse
crimes he has done!
“But of him and of his end I know
nothing. So. now, you see I was and
am wed, and yet am not wed, and
never wis. I do not know what I am,
nor who I am. After all, I cannot tell
you who I am or what 1 am, because I
myself do not know.
“It was no longer safe for me in
my own country. They would not let
me go to my father any more. As
for him, he went on with his studies,
some part of his mind being bright
and clear. They did not wish him
about the court now. All these mat-
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“Yes,” Said She, “Among Other Things I Have Been ‘America Vespucci!’”
ters were to be hushed up. The court
of England began to take cognizance
of these things. Our government was
scandalized. They sent my father, on
pretext of scientific errands, into one
country and another—to Sweden, to
England, to Africa, at last to America.
Thus it happened that you met him.
You must both have .been very near
to meeting me in Montreal. It was
fate, as we of Hungary would say.
“As for me, I was no mere hare
brained radical. I did not go to Rus
sia, did not Join the revolutionary
circle of Paris, did not seek out Prus
sia. That is folly. My father was
right. It must be the years, it must
be the good heritage, it must be the
good environment, it must be even
opportunity for all. which alone can
produce good human beings! In short,
believe me, a victim, the hope of the
world is in a real democracy. Slowly,
gradually, I was coming to believe
that.”
She paused a moment. "Then, one
time, monsieur—l met you, here in
this very room! God pity me! You
were the first man I had ever seen.
God pity me! —I believe I—loved you
—that night, that very first night! We
are friends. We are brave. You are
man and gentleman, so I may say
that, now. I am no longer woman.
I am but a sacrifice.
“Opportunity must exist, open and
free for all the world,” she went on,
not looking at me more than I could
now at her. “I have set my life to
prove this thing. When I came here
to this America —out of pique, out of a
love of adventure, out of sheer daring
and exultation in imposture—then I
saw why I was born, for what purpose!
It was to do such work as I might to
prove the theory of my father, and
to justify the life of my mother. For
that thing I was born. For that thing
I have been damned on this earth: I
may be damned in the life to come,
unless I can make some great atone
ment. For these I suffer and shall al
ways suffer. But what of that? There
must always be a sacrifice.”
The unspeakable tragedy of her
voice cut to my soul. “But listen!” I
broke out. “You are young. You are
free. All the world is before you.
Y’ou can have anything you like—”
“Ah, do not talk to me of that,” she
exclaimed imperiously. “Do not tempt
me to attempt the deceit of myself!
I made myself as I am, long ago. I
did not love. I did not know It. As
to marriage, I did not need it. I had
abundant means without. I was in the
upper ranks of society. I was there:
I was classified; I lived with them.
But always I had my purposes, my
plans. For them I paid, paid, paid,
as a woman must, with—what a wom
an has.
“But now, I am far ahead of my
story. Let me bring it on. I went
to Paris. I have sown some seeds
of venom, some seeds of revolution. In
one place or another in Europe in my
time. Ah, It works; it will go! Here
and there 1 have cost a human life.
Here and there work was to be done
which I disliked; but I did It. Mis
guided, uncared for, mishandled as I
had been—well, as I said, I went to
Paris.
“Ah, sir, will you not, too, leave the
room, and let me tell on this story to
myself, to my own soul? It Is fitter
for mv confessor than for you.”
"Let me, then, be your confessor!”
said I. ‘‘Forget! Forget! You have
not been this which you say. Do I not
know?”
"No, you do not know. Well, let
be. Let me go on! I say I went to
Paris. I was close to the throne of
France. That little duke of Orleans,
son of Louis Philippe, was a puppet
in my hands. Oh. I do not doubt I
did mischief in that court, or at least
if I failed it was through no lack of
effort! I was called there ‘America
Vespucci.’ They thought me Italian!
At last they came to know who 1 was.
| They dared not make open rupture
j in the face of the courts of Europe.
Certain of their high officials came to
j me and my young duke of Orleans.
They asked me to leave Paris. They
did not command It —the duke of Or
leans cared for that part of It. But
they requested me outside—not in his
presence. They offered me a price, a
bribe—such an offering as would, I
fancied, leave me free to pursue my
own ideas In my own fashion and in
any corner of the world. You have
I perhaps seen some of my little fan
i cies. I imagined that love and hap
piness were never for me—only am
bition and unrest. With these goes
luxury, sometimes. At least this sort
of personal liberty was offered me —
the price of leaving Paris, and leaving
the son of Louis Philippe to his own
devices. I did so.”
"And so, then you came to Wash
ington? That must have been some
years ago.”
“Yes; some five years ago. I still
was young. I told you that you must
have known me. and so, no doubt, you
did. Did you ever hear of ‘America
Vespucci’?”
A smile came to my face at the sug
gestion of that celebrated adventuress
and mysterious impostress who had
figured in the annals of Washington—
a fair Italian, so the rumor ran, who
had come to this country to set up a
claim, upon our credulity at least, to
being the descendant of none less
than Amerigo Vespucci himself! This
supposititious Italian had indeed gone
so far as to secure the introduction of
a bill in congress granting to her cer
tain lands. The fate of that bill even
then hung In the balance. I had no
reason to put anything beyond the au
dacity of this woman with whom I
spoke! My smile was simply that
which marked the eventual voting
down of this once celebrated measure,
as merry and as bold a jest as ever
was offered the credulity of a nation
—one conceivable only in the mad and
hitter wit of Helena von Ritz!
“Yes, madam,” I said, “I have heard
of ‘America Vespucci.’ I presume that
you are now about to repeat that you
are she!”
She nodded, the mischievous enjoy
ment of her colossal jest showing in
her eyes, In spite of all. “Yes,” said
she, "among other things, I have been
‘America Vespucci!’ There seemed
little to do here in intrigue, and that
was my first endeavor to amuse my
self. Then I found other employment.
England needed a skillful secret agent.
Why should I be faithful to England?
At least, why should I not also en
joy Intrigue with yonder government
of Mexico at the same time? There
i came also Mr. Van Zandt of this Re
| public of Texas. Yes, It is true, I
i have seen some sport here in Wash-
ington! But all the time aa I play*4
In my own little game—with no ont
to enjoy It gave myself—l saw myaeL
begin to lose. This country—thli j
great splendid country of savages—
began to take me by the hands, begai
to look me In the eyes, and ask me ;
‘Helena von Ritz, what are you? What
might you have been?’
“So now,” she concluded, “you asket j
me, asked me what I was, and I havi \
told you. I ask you myself, what am I j
what am I to be; and I say, I am un j
clean. But, being as I am, I have doni
what I have done. It was for a prln
ciple—or it was —for you! Ido not j
know.”
“There are those who can be noth !
ing else but clean,” I broke out. “1 j
shall not endure to hear you speak
thus of yourself. You—you, what j
have you not done for us? Was not \
your mother clean in her heart? Slni
such as you mention were never thoat !
of scarlet. If you have sinned, youi j
sins are white as snow. I at least ]
am confessor enough to tell you
that.”
“Ah, my confessor!” she reached J
out her hands to me, her eyes swim
ming wet. Then she pushed me back 1
suddenly, beating with her little i
hands upon my breast as though 1 j
were an enemy. “Do not!” she said 1
“Go!”
My eye caught sight of the great
key, Pakenham’s key, lying there on
the table. Maddened, I caught it up
and. with a quick wrench of my naked
hands, broke it in two, and threw the
halves on the floor to join the tom
scroll of England’s pledge.
I divided Oregon at the forty-ninth
parallel and not at fifty-four forty
when I broke Pakenham’s key. Bui
you shall see why I have never re
gretted that.
“Ask Sir Richard Pakenham If h*
wants his key now!” I said.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
The Victory.
She will not stay the siege of lovln»
terms,
Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes
Nor ope her lap to soul-seducln|
gold . . .
For she is wise. If I can Judge of her;
And fair site is, If that mine eyes bi
true;
And true she Is, as she hath proved her
self. —Shakespeare.
“What have you done?” she ex
claimed. “Are you mad? He may be
here at any moment now. Go, al
once!”
“I shall not go!”
“My house is my own! I am mj
own!”
“Y’ou know it Is not true, madam!’
I saw the slow shudder that crossed
her form, the fringe of wet which
sprang to her eyelashes. Agvin the
pleading gesture of her half-open fin
gers.
“Ah, what matter?” she said. “II
Is only one woman more, against sc
much. What is past, is past, mon
sieur. Once down, a woman does nol
rise.”
“Y’ou forget history—you forget the
thief upon the cross!”
“The thief on the cross was not a
woman. No, I am guilty beyond hope!’
“Rather, you are only mad beyond
reason, madam. I shall not go so
long as you feel thus —although God
knows I am no confessor.”
“I confessed to you—told you my
story, so there could be no bridge
across the gulf between us. My hap
piness ended then.”
“It is of no consequence that w«
be happy, madam. I give you back
your own words about yon torch ol
principles.”
For a time she sat and looked at
me steadily. There was, I say, some
sort of radiance on her face, though
T_ dull of wit, could neither under
stand nor describe it. I only knew
that she seemed to ponder for a long
time, seemed to resolve at last. Slow
ly she rose and left me, parting the
satin draperies which screened her
boudoir from the outer room. There
was silence for some time. Perhaps
she prayed—l do not know.
Now other events took this situa
tion in hand. I heard a footfall on
the walk, a cautious knocking on the
great front door. So, my lord Paken
ham was prompt. Now I could not
escape even if I liked.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
The Polite Chiffonier.
A certain woman while walking
down the avenue one Thursday after
noon, her negro maid's “day out,”
chanced to meet that young person
riding in an automobile with two col
ored friends. The next day the mis
tress Inquired how the maid had en
joyed her ride.
“Oh, It was cert’nly fine!” was the
reply. "And the way I came to go.
ma’am, was this. I was callin' on my
cousin when a friend of hers, a chif
fonier, came In. He said he had the
machine outside and asked her to
have a ride, and. as he concluded me
in the Invitation, of co’se I went!"
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TOOK HER AT HER WORD.
Mr. Benton Holme—Wny, wnere's
the new chambermaid?
Mrs. Benton Holme—l told her to
dust this morning, and an hour later I
found that she had dusted.
Showed Tact of King.
It was the order of the day at a
late shoot at Sandringham that when
pheasants should not be shot, and one
of the guests brought down a hen
which fell near King Edward's place
in the line. Anxious not to hurt the
offender's feelings by an over rebuke,
the king pointed to the corpus delicti
and said: “Ah, Gurney, what a man
you are for the ladies!”—Life of Ed
ward VII.
WANTED TO SLEEP
Curious That a Tired Preacher Should
Have Such Desire.
A minister speaks of the curious ef
fect of Grape-Nuts food on him and
how it has relieved him.
“You will doubtless understand how
the suffering from indigestion with
which I used to be troubled made my
work an almost unendurable burden;
and why it w-as that after my Sabbath
duties had been performed, sleep was
a stranger to my pillow till nearly
daylight.
"1 had to be very careful as to what
1 ate, and even with all my care I ex
perienced poignant physical distress
after meals, and my food never satis
fled me. «
“Since I began the use of Grape
Nuts the benefits I have derived from
it are very definite, I no longer suffer
irom indigestion, and I began to im
prove from the time Grape-Nuts ap
peared on our table.
“I find that by eating a dish of this
food after my Sabbath work is done,
(and I always do so now) my nerves
are quieted and rest and refreshing
Bleep are ensured me.
“I feel that I could not possibly do
without Grape-Nuts food, now that I
know its value. It is invariably on our
table —we feel that we need it to make
the meal complete and our children
will eat Grape-Nuts when they cannot
be persuaded to touch anything else.”
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Michigan.
Read the famous booklet, “The Road
to Wellville,” in pkgs. “There’s a
Reason.”
Ever read the above letter? A new
one appear* from time to tiiqf. They
re cron nine, tree, and full of human
. uxewt.