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THE JOURNAL
PUBLISHED WEEKLY.
COCHRAN. GA.
Swat the pesky fly.
It U easy to believe that the water
Is fine.
There Is money In automobile ra®.
lug for those who survive.
NVfftourl Intends adopting a state
hymn. We suggest as a title, "Show
Me.”
In spite of the decision against It,
we do not expect the tobacco trust to
go up in smoke.
The London market Is overstocked
with mummies from Egypt, some of
which date to 2000 B. C.
Doctor Wiley is giving great oftens®
lo the pie eatero by exposing the con
tents of their favorite food.
Things are still a little wild in Can
ada. A Canadian Pacific locomotiv®
has been wrecked by a moose.
By sedulously sitting still near aa
electric fan one may summon a seraph
ic smile in spite of the torrldlty.
There are aviators and aviators. On®
lays he could have blotted out th®
Mexican army and another hits a cow.
Pretty soon the returning fisherman
Will declare, "honest to goodness, th®
one that got away was two feet long!"
The sympathetic trained nurse la
being crowded la roir«ntic history by
the telephone girt with the soothing
Voice.
A St. Louis man sat on his bed, shot
himself and missed, thus having bet
ter luck than if he hadn’t known it
was loaded.
Chicago housewives extolling do
mestic pursuits, classify
aa an art. Few bachelors' degrees
go with 1L
A Massachusetts man was arrested
for selling his wife for $4.50. Of
course. No man can get rid of his
wife that easily.
The house of commons has passed a
bill forbidding aviators to fly over
crowds. They have full license to
dent any landscape.
When hay selis at $26 a ton a mer®
ultimate consumer can rejoice that b®
Is less extravagant In his tastes than
are the sybaritic horses.
Just at present no matter whether
the weather man hits It or not there
Is a general opinion that he Is moat
decidedly not making good.
A man has offered to the govern
ment his invention of a dirigible fog.'
What he should bend his energies to
next Is a made-to-order rain.
Dr. Wiley has ascertained from 30
pie manufacturers that meat Is nob
I necessary Ingredient of mince pies,'
nor cherries of cherry pies.
The reason why so many women
/.on’t marry is that they never get
asked; and the reason so many men
don’t Is nobody will have them.
Feminine aviators are breaking lntd
print quite often, but they seldom go
any further Into the game than to b®
photographed In the aviating costume.
A millionaire has been appointed]
chief of the New York police depart-)
ment. However, his money ought not!
to be a handicap to him If he's mad*
of the right stuff.
No, gentle reader. The fact that 1
oewspapers are advocating tho ex
termination of the fly does not neces
sarily mean that newspaper men ar®
becoming bald-headed.
Doctor Howe says 37 per cent, of
the criminals could have had their
careers diverted by skull operations
In Infancy. Some of them even might
have become novelists.
The old wheeze about seeing a pin
and picking It up and having luck for
a certain period is refuted by a New
Y'ork woman who stooped to pick on®
up and broke three ribs.
A Chicago man is going with hi*
family on a three-month trip to Eu
rope on money made by tips. But they
were tips to him as a waiter, not of
the racing or stock tip variety.
A street car horse in New York
committed suicide, which shows past
dlpute that animals have reasoning
power, especially in an up-to-date age
where car horses are almost as obso
lete as the dodo.
A Job lot of mummies, many of
them dating back to 2600 B. C., were
offered for sale in London the other
day. but the bids were so low that th®
sale was declared off. There are other
signs that this is going to be a poor
summer for mummies.
That man who has applied for a di
vorce because his wife kicks over the
pall of hot water l.e uses when he Is
scrubbing the kitchen floor will hav®
tire sympathy of the public. She inter
feres unwarrantably with his rights
us a husband and as a man
BYNOPSIB.
Jcha Calhoun becomes secretary of
state In Tyler's cabinet with the fixed de
termination to acqulra both Texas and
Oregon. Nicholas Trist, his secretary. Is
sent w.th a n-sssage to the Baroness von
Bit*, spy and reputed mistress of the
British minister. Petkenham. Trtst en
counters the baroness and assists her In
escaping from pursuers. She agrees to
see Caflinun. and as a pledge that she
will tell him what he wants to know re
garding tho Intentions of England toward
Mettle*, she gives Trist a slipper, the
mala of which has been loat. Trist Is or
dered to Montreal on state business, and
arranges to be married to Elisabeth
Churchill before departing. The baroness
■ays she will try lo prevent the marriage.
A drunken congressman, who is assisting
Trist In his wedding arrangements, blun
deringly tends the baroness’ slipper to
Elisabeth 'nstead of the owner, and the
marr.age Is declared off. Nicholas finds
the baroness In Montreal, tho having suc
ceeded, where ho failed, In discovering
England a Intentions regarding Oregon.
She tellß him tho slipper he had, con
tained a note from the Texas attache to
Pakenham, saying that If the United
Etates did not annex Texas within 30 days
she would lose both Texas and Oregon.
Cnlhoun orders Trist to head a party
bound for Oregon. Calhoun excites the
Jealousy of Bencra Yturrto, and thereby
Secures the signature of the Texas at
tache to & treaty of annexation. Nicholas
arrives la Oregon. Later the baroness ar
rives on a British warship. She tells
Nicholas that a note she placed In her
dipper caused the breaking off of his
msrrlage. and that she Intends to return
to Washington to repair the wrong.
Nicholas fo’lows her. He learns on the
way that Polk has been elected and
Texas annexed, and that there Is to he
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 Pakenham
She tells him the story of her life.
Trist breaks Pakenham’s key to the
baroness’ apartments.
CHAPTER XXXlV.—Continue*.
Pale and calm, she reappeared at
the parted draperies. I lifted the
butts of my two derringers into view
at my side pockets, and at a glance
from her, hurriedly stepped Into the
opposite room. After a time I heard
her open the door in response to a
second knock.
I could not see her from my station,
but the very silence gave me a pic
ture of her standing, pale, forbid
ding, rebuking the first rude exclama
tion of his ardor.
"Come now, Is he gone? Is the place
■afe at last?” he demanded.
“Enter, my lord,” she said, simply.
“This Is the hour you said,” he be
gan; and she answered:
“My lord, It Is the hour."
"But come, what Is the matter,
then? You act solemn, as though this
were n funeral, and not—Just a kiss,”
1 heard him add.
Ho must have advanced toward her.
Continually I was upon the point of
stepping out from my concealment,
but as continually she left that not
quite possible by some word or look
or gesture of her own with him.
"Oh, hang It!” I heard him
grumble, at length; "how can one tell
what a womnn'll do? Damn It,
Helen!"
'“Madam,’ you mean!”
"Well, then, madam, why all this
holghty-tolghty? Haven’t I stood
flouts and Indignities enough from
you? Didn't you make a show of me
before that ass, Tyler, when I was at
the very point of my greatest coup?
You denied knowledge that I knew
you had. But did I discard you for
that? I have found you since then
playing with Mexico, Texas, United
States all at once? Have 1 punished
you for that? No; I have only shown
you the more regard.”
"My lord, you punish me most when
you most show me your regard."
"Well. God bless my soul, listen at
that! Listen at that —here, now, when
I've—madam, you shock me, you
grieve me. I —could I have a glass of
wine?”
! heard her ring for Threlka, heard
her fasten the door behind her as she
left, heard him gulp over his glass.
For myself, although I did not yet dis
close myself, 1 felt no doubt that I
should kill Pakenham In these rooms.
I even pondered whether I should
■hoot him through the temple and cut
off his consciousness, or through the
chest and so let him know why he
died.
After a time he seemed to look
about the room, his eye falling upon
the littered floor.
"My key!” he exclaimed; "broken!
Who did that? I can’t use It now!”
"Yon will not need to use It, my
lord.”
"But I bought It, yesterday! Had I
given you all of the Oregon country
It would not have been worth £20,000.
What I’ll have to-night—what I'll take
—will be worth twice that. But I
bought that key, and what I buy I
keep.”
I heard a struggle, but she repulsed
him once more in some way. Still
my time had not come. He seemed
now to stoop, grunting, to pick up
something from the floor.
“How now? My memorandum of
treaty, and torn in two! Oh, I see—
-1 see," he mused. "You wish to give
It back to me —to be wholly free! It
means only that you wish to love me
for myself, for what I am! You minx!”
“You mistake, my lord,” said her
calm, cold voice.
"At least, twas no mistake that I
offered you this damned country at
risk of my own head. Are you then
with England and Sir Richard Paken
ham? Will you give my family a
ahancs tar revenge on these accursed
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heathen—these Americans? Come, do
that, and I leave thi3 place with you,
and quit diplomacy tor good. We’ll
travel the continent, we’ll go the world
over, you and 1. I’ll quit my estates,
my family for you. Come, now, why
do you delay?”
“Still you misunderstand, my lord.”
“Tel! me then what you do mean.”
"Our old bargain over this Is bro
ken, my lord. We must' make an
other.”
His anger rose. "What? You want
more? You’re trying to lead me on
with your damned courtezan tricks!"
1 heard her voice rise high and
shrill, even as I started forward.
“Monsieur,” she cried, "back with
you!"
Pakenham, angered as he was,
seemed half to hear my footsteps,
semed half to know the swinging of
the draperleß, even as I stepped back
in obedience to her gesture. Her wit
was as quick as ever.
“My lord,” she said, "pray close
yonder window. The draft Is bad,
and, moreover, we should have se
crecy." Ho obeyed her, and she led
him still further from the thought of
Investigating his surroundings.
"Now, my lord,” she said, "take
back what you have just said!”
“Under penalty?” he sneered.
"Of your life, yes.”
“So!” he grunted admiringly; “well,
now, I like fire In a woman, even a
deceiving light-o’-love like you!”
"Monsieur!” her voice cried again;
and once more it restrained me in my
hiding.
"You devil!” he resumed, sneering
now in all bis ugliness of wine and
“What Do You Mean? Have You Lied to Me? Do You Mean to Break Your
Word—Your Promise?”
rage of disappointment. “What were
you? Mistress of the prince of
France! Toy of a score of nobles!
Slave of that Infamous rake, your
husband! Much you’ve got in your
life to make you uppish now with
me!”
“My lord,” she said evenly, “retract
that. If you do not, you shall not
leave this place alive.”
In some way she mastered him,
even in his ugly mood.
“Well, well,” he growled, "I admit
we don’t get on very well in our little
love affair; but I swear you drive me
out of my mind. I’ll never find anoth
er woman in the world like you. - It’s
Sir Richard Pakenham asks you to be
gin a new future with himself.”
“We begin no future, my lord.”
"What do you mean? Have you lied
to me? Do you mean to break your
word —your promise?"
“It is within the hour that I have
learned what the truth is.”
"God damn my soul!” I heard his
curse, growling.
"Yes, my lord,” she answered, "God
will damn your soul in so far as it is
that of a brute and not that of a gen
tleman or a statesman."
1 heard him drop into a chair. “This
from one of your sort!” he half whim
pered.
“Stop, now!” she cried. “Not one
word more of that! I say within the
hour I have learned what Is the truth.
I am Helena von Rltz, thief on the
cross, and at last clean!”
"God A’migUty, madam! ’Hot
pious!” he sneered. "Something’s be
hind all this. I know your record.
What woman of the court of Austria
or France comes out with morals? We
used you here because you had none.
And now, when it comeS to the settle
ment between you and me, you talk
like a nun. As though a trifle from
virtue such as yours would be
missed!”
"Ah, my God!” I heard her murmur.
Then again she called to me, as he
thought to himself; so that all was as
It had been, for the time.
A silence fell before she went on.
“Sir Richard.” she said at length, “we
do not meet again. I await now your
full apology for these things you have
said. Such secrets as I have learned of
England's, you know will remain safe
with me. Also your own secret will
be safe. Retract, then, what you have
said, of my personal life!"
"Oh, well, then," he grumbled, "I
admit I’ve had a bit of wine to-day. I
don’t mean much of anything by It.
But here now, I have come, and by
your own invitation —your own agree
ment. Being here, I find this treaty
regarding Oregon torn in two and you
gone nun all a-sudden*
“Yes, my lord, it is torn in two. The
consideration moving to it was not
valid. But now I wish you to amend
that treaty once more, and for a cen
sideration valid in every way. My
lord, I promised that which was not
mine to give—myself! Did you lay a
band on me now, I should die. If
you kissed me, I should kill you and
myself! As you say, I took yonder
price, the devil’s shilling. Did I go
on, I would be enlisting for the dam-
nation of my soul; but I will not go
on. I recant!”
“But, good God! woman, what are
you asking now? Do you want me to
let you have this paper anyhow, to
show old John Calhoun? I’m no such
ass as that. I apologize for what I’ve
said about you. I’ll be your friend, be
cause I can’t let you go. But as to
this paper here, I'll put it in my
pocket."
"My lord, you will do nothing of the
kind. Before you leave this room
there shall be two miracles done. You
shall admit that one has gone on In
me; I shall see that you yourself have
done another.”
"What guessing game do you pro
pose, madam?" he sneered. He seemed
to toss the torn paper on the table,
none the less. “The condition Is for
feited,” he began.
"No, It is not forfeited except by
your own word, my lord,” rejoined
the same even. Icy voice. “You shall
see now the first miracle!”
“Under duress?” he sneered again.
“Yes, then! Under duress of what
has often come to the surface in you.
Sir Richard. I ask you to do truth,
and not treason, my lord! She who
was Helena von Ritz is dead —has
passed away. There can be no ques
tion of forfeit between you and her.
Look, my lord!”
1 heard a half sob from him. I heard
a faint rustling o» silke and laces.
Still her even, icy voice went on.
"Rise, now, Sir Richard," she said.
“Unfasten my girdle, if you like! Un
do my clasps, if you can. You say
! you know my past. Tell me, do yon
see me tit! Unglrd me, Sir Rich
ard! Look at me! Covet me! Take
[ m®!"
| Apparently he half rose, shuffled
; toward her and stopped with a stifled
sound, half a sob, half a growl.
I dared not picture to myself what
j he must have seen as she stood front
j ing him, her hands, as I Imagined, at
j her bosom, tearing back ber robes.
Again I heard her voice go on, chal
lenging him. "Strip me now, Sir
Richard, if you can! Take now what
you bought, If you find It hore. You
cannot? You do not? Ah, then tell
me that miracle has been done! She
who was Helena von Ritz, as you
knew Ber, or as you thought you knew
her, is not here!"
New fell long silence. I could hear
the breathing of tb«m both, where I
stood In the farther cornet of my
room. I had dropped both -,tfce der
ringers back in my pockets now, be
cause I knew there would be no need
for them. Her voice was softer as
sbe went on.
"Tell me, Sir Richard, has not that
miracle been done?” she demanded.
"Might not in great stress that thief
upon the cross have been a woman?
Tell me, Bir Richard, am I not clean?”
He flung his body Into a seat, his
a*m across the table. I heard his
groan.
"God! Woman! What are you?”
he exclaimed. "Clean? By God, yes,
as a lily! I wish I were half as white
iw^self.”
“Sir Richard, did you ever love a
woman?”
“One other, beside yourself, long
ago.”
"May not we two ask that other
miracle of yourself?"
"How do you mean? You have beat
en me already.”
"Why, then, this! If I could keep
my psomise, I would. If I could give
you myself, I would. Falling that, I
may give you gratitude. Sir Richard,
I would give you gratitude, did you
restore this treaty as It was, for that
new consideration. Come, now, these
savages here are the same savages
who once took that little island for
you yonder. Twice they have defeat
ed you. Do you wish a third war?
You say England wishes slavery abol
ished. As you know. Texas is wholly
lost to England. The armies 01
America have swept Texas from your
reach forever, even at this hour. But
if you give a new state in the north
to these same savages, you go so far
against oppression, against slavery—
you do that much for the doctrine ol
England and her altruism in thft
world. Sir Richard, never did I be
lieve In hard bargains and never did
any great soul believe in such. I
own to you that when I asked you
here this afternoon I intended to
wheedle from you all of Oregon to 54
degrees, 40 minutes. I find in you
done some such miracle as in myself.
Neither of us is so bad as the world
has thought, as we ourselves havs
thought. Do, then, that other miracle
for me. Let us compose our quarrel,
and so part friends.”
"How do you mean, madam?”
"Let us divide our dispute and stand
on this treaty as you wrote It ye.wer
day. Sir Richard, you are minister with
extraordinary powers. Your govern
ment ratifies your acts without ques
tion. Your signature Is binding—and
there It is, writ already on the scroll
See, there are wafers there on ths
table before you. Take them. Patch
together this treaty for me. That will
be your miracle, Sir Richard, and
’twill be the mending of our quarrel.
Sir, I offered you my body and you
would not take it. I offer you my
hand. Will you have that, my lord!
I ask this of a gentleman of England.”
It was not my right to hear thi
sounds of a man’s shame and humilia
tion* or of his rising resolve, of hit
reformed manhood; b®t I did hear It
all. I think that he took her hand
and kissed it. Presently I heard soms
sort of shuffling and crinkling of pa>
per on the table. I heard him sigh,
as though he stood and looked at hit
work. His heavy footfalls crossed ths
room as though he sought hat and
stick. Her lighter feet, as I heard,
followed him, as though she held oul
both her hands to him. There was s
pause, and yet another; and so, with
a growling half sob, at last he passed
out of the door; and he closed It soft
ly after him.
When I entered, she was standing
her arms spread out across the door,
her face pale, her eyes large and dark,
her attire still disarrayed. On ths
table, as I saw. lay a parchment mend
ed with wafers.
Slowly she came and put her tm
arms across my shoulders. ‘‘Modi
sieur!“ she said, “Monsieur!”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Large Equipment Needed.
Little Robert, aged five, had often
watched his mother, who was a milli
ner. sew the linings in hats. He was
walking along the boardwalk in Atlan
tic City with his grandma one day.
"Just think, every one of those
clouds has a silver lining, Bertie,” said
grandma.
“Gracious, but God must hav® a W M
needle.” was Bertie’s reply
RURAL TOMES
An Editorial From the Belton, South
Carolina, Times.
There is always something being
said about good roads; there is al
ways some movement on foot to pro
mote the good roads of the state, •
and we would not for a moment dis
count the value of good roads, but
there are other things we ought to
talk more about and devote more ol
our time to than we do, and one of
these things is the rural telephone.
Of course, good roads help, but two
hundred rural telephones connected
with the homes of two hundred farm
ers out from Belton would do more
to promote the prosperity of the sec
tion of country surrounding this town,
and would more closely unite the peo
ple of this section than a hundred
miles of macadam road bed built out
from Belton. It is a broad assertion
to make and we give you the right
to disagree with us until we hav*
had a chance to prove to you that it
is a fact and not merely a theory ad
vanced by the editor of the Belton
Times; but once you see the matter
In the light that we see it, and in its
true light, then you will recognize the
advantage of the rural telephone.
Let the fanners of the state build
up their farms and improve their
residences, and good roads are cer
tain to follow. The farmers will rec
nize the value to them of having
good public highways running by;
their farms and they will go to work
to build the good roads. Give ua
& progressive section and as certain
as the night follows the day, good’
roads are going to find a beaten path
way into that section of country. We
admit that good roads are essential
to a progressive people, but they just
as naturally follow the lead of the
progressive spirit. We have good
roads and lots of them, and the real
ly interesting and encouraging part
of it is that they are growing better
as the years go by. Paths and narrow
road beds of a decade ago are now
public highways and the public high
ways of ten years ago are now bo
coming smooth boulevards.
We are, as yet, cut oft from each
other, in a sense, though, because w®
have not stressed enough the build
ing of rural telephone lines. Let one
hundred farmers of this section con
nect their homes with the exchange
here in Belton and there will be one
hundred farmers who have, in great
measure, become citizens of the town.
They have joined themselves to the
town, and they have become inter
ested in the growth and development
of the place. They naturally feel a
deeper interest in Belton than they
did before. They can telephone their
friends in town, and we who have
heretofore been mere acquaintances
become neighbors and close friends.
They telephone into town for what
ever information they want and have
not got—the rural telephone will bind
to the town of Belton the farmers of
this entire section, if we will develop
the lines running out trorn this ex
change. This is something we have
not heretofore given the attention
that it has really been due. Let’s get
busy; think of what we have said in
this article, and see toY yourself if it
isn’t worth your while. Every farmer
ought to have his home connected
with the town nearest him by tele
phone, and they will do it, if they are
shown the advantage that sueh a con
nection would be to them. Person
ally, we would rather see the farms
of this section connected with the
telephone exchange here than the
stores and business places in town.
Do you agree with same? It not, say
so, and at the time, give yo«r reasons
for disagreeing with us. Our columns
are always open for letters from peo
ple who are interested In the things
that ought to interest the entire oeign
borhood.
Every farmer can have a telephone
in his home and connection with the
Universal Bell System at very low
cost. We are ready to co-operate with
farmers and with communities to de
velop this service. For full information
address nearest Bell Telephone man
ager, or Southern Bell Telephone and
Telegraph Company, 218 South Pryor
Street, Atlanta, Ga.
CURRENT EVENTS
Elisha Leavenworth, defeated by the
Waterbury, Conn., city fathers in his
purpose to perpetuate the memory of
Benjamin Franklin by the erection of
a monument to Franklin's memory on
the public square, left $15,000 in his
will for this purpose.
Improvements in the making of pam
per pulp from lallang grass have been
invented by a planter in the Mala
sian State of Negri Sembilan. Consul
General James T. Dußois o f Singa
pore states that as the lallang grass
grows in great quantities in some
parts of the Federated Malay States,
much interest is being taken with a
view to utilizing this garss as a mar
ketable pulp.
The patent office has felt the boom
in aeronautics. The applications cov
ering various machines and methods
of control come in at the rate of 90 a
month or about three a day.
In “Ups and Downs of a Wander
ing Life,” Walter Seymour, an En
glishman, tells the story of his adven>
tures in various parts of the world.
He has knocked around in the Argen
tine, Paraguay, Italy and Palestine,
Australia, Egypt, Roumania and oth
er unfamiliar places, mixing a little
business with a good deal of fun.
An American living at a small Mex
ican town on the Yaqui river, state
of Sonora, has set out over 3,000 ol
ive trees. Consul Louis Hostetler ol
eHrnasillo states that as this is only
the second year for the grove there
are as yet no crops therefrom.