HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY.
J. A. FOUCHE, Publisher.
R. L. JOHNSON, Editor.
Entered at the postoffice at McDon
joigh as second class mail matter.
Advertising Rates: SI.OO per loot
per month. Reduction on standinj
contracts by special agreement.
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Vermont’s lumber product has in
creased one-third in five years, notes
the Boston Transcript. But how
much does this represent the mere
cutting of a five years’ increase, and
how much absolute deforestation?
The Green Mountains may well be
spared that reckless stripping away
of trees which has ruined some of the
fairest hillsides in New Hampshire.
For those who are helpless or par
tially so through no fault of their
own, it is conceded that help in some
adequate way and degree must he
provided, avers the New York Times.
They cannot be allowed to starve or
to go unclad and unsheltered. If
they are completely helpless, the task
Is relatively simple and easy. The
real difficulty is in the cases of those
who are partially of temporarily de
pendent. How much aid they shall
have, in what form, under what con
ditions, without destroying their will
ingness and capability to do for them
selves what they really should do,
and without making their status at
tractive to others similarly situated
j- that is the series of questions that
{present themselves with increasing
insistence. For it is plain that any
f stem that weakens the industrial
i
forces of the community on the one
hand, while increasing the burdens of
1
taxation on those who do work, must
in the end be disastrous.
i
The protection afforded by light
ning conductors on isolated build
ings is strikingly illustrated by a j
fact stated in Symons’ Meteorological i
Magazine that in the United King
dom nearly four hundred ‘unpro
tected” buildings are damaged an- j
Dually by lightning. It appears from |
the British statistics quoted by this
'journal that out of 125 cases of |
“protected” buildings struck by light- '
ning within three years there were
only twenty-four cases of the failure ,
of the lightning conductors, an aver
i
|ase of less than eight failures a
year. It is highly probable that i
long these in which the light
ning rods failed to prevent damage |
jthore were some which should be
{ascribed to defects in the conductors
jcr to lack of skill iu adjusting them.
fßut taking the above statistics as
|they stand they clearly show that
lightning conductors when properly
attached to exposed buildings do af
ford real protection Many of the
ac-called failures to protect are
doubtless due to poor or insufficient
conductors or neglect to extend them
beneath the building deep enough to
reach permanently wet ground.
The proposition for the establish
ing of a corporation for the wide ad
vertisement of the Southern rice crop
in order to promote a more extensive
consumption of this important food
product is interesting, declares the
New Orleans Picayune. Years ago
is was known that while American
Indian corn is generally used at home
for human food, it was regarded in
the various European countries as
unfit for aiiy such purpose and was
ini] orted to be fed to cattle and oth
er live stock. Interested parlies iu
connection with the Agricultural De
partment at Washington maintained
abroad for several years agents whose
jbusiness it was to demonstrate to the
people, particularly at fairs and ex
.po-i ions, in a practical manner the
immense value of corn for human
j
'food. It was cooked and iSorved in
inaui attractive and palatable forms,
and its good qualities were made
known to many. Rice in the North
ern Spates is regarded rather as food
for sick patients. While it is admir
able for such purposes, it is such
•trong and nourishing food that 400,-
000,000 of -Chinamen, 300,000,000 of
East Indians, and the Japanese and
many other Orientals almost delu
sively subsist on it. Our own people
will do well to learn from those
»pe?s that know it best.
. RINE R *C /a ,
Hi E y WALTER *tf
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CHAPTER XL 11
Continued.
“I know a man,” said Dittmer, “who
will lend me tiv«*. or even ten shillings
on Monday. My friend will also pity
me back two shillings out of my loan
on the same day. Perhaps our land
lady would take you into the house,
but she makes rules and will admit no
ladies at all to her lodgings. But it is
impossible, Kathariue —you cannot pass j
the whole night upon a bench. It is
Impossible.”
“We must.” said Lily. “If you have j
not any money, there is no help for it. I
If that were all, what matter?”
”ln that case.” said Dittiper, "[ shall
pass the night upon the bench with
you. Hiimnel! Could I go home and
leave you here —l.v? yourselves?”' - He ;
turned and walked with them toward
St. James’s Park.
“Oh. Katharine!” said Lily, “whnt a
difference—what a difference it makes
to have a man with us! I feel some- |
how as if .ve should pull through our i
troubles. I don’t know bow r it is to be
done, or why we should think so. But |
lie inspires confidence. Courage, dear, j
we have a man with us. Oh! why don’t I
they keep a man at Harley House, only
in order to inspire confidence?”
They began their night at about half
past seven, when the place was full of
people walking through, but the girls
were tired. They tied their handker
chiefs round their necks and sat close
together, Lily on the outside and Kath
arine between her and Dittmer. by
which means she was a little protect
ed from the cold.
A night in the open air in the month 1
of October may be enjoyable under cor- j
tain conditions, which must take the
form of thick blankets to begin with, j
But it cannot by any stretch of iinag j
illation be considered warm. The re
vulsion of feeling, however, with the i
two girls at meeting with a protector, \
the change from despair to confidence !
which Dittmer inspired, made them !
suddenly gay. They laughed aiul prat- |
tied; they made little silly jokes which
pleased them all three; they seemed I
to passersby like a party of young peo- J
pie perfectly happy and without a!
care; just as if their limbs were not
aching all over, and their feet were
not getting ns cold as a stone, and as
If they were not desperately hungry.
“It is nine o'clock,” said Liiy. “Time
for supper. Herr Dittmer, will you
join us? We have a beautiful supper,
made altogether of the finest wlieaten
meal, exquisitely prepared and most I
delicately baked till it is a beautiful '
rich brown. Tt consists partly of crust
and partly of crumb. Pray which por
tion do you prefer, or shall I assist you
to a little of both—without the stuff
ing?” and then those foolish girls j
laughed. They were safe. Dittmer
had them in his charge. They were
quite safe now.
Dittmer refused to share in their sup
per. because, he said, mendaciously, lio j
had already made a copious meal oft
bread and sausage, which would servo
him till the morning. Then the gills
eat half the bread between them, and
wrapped up the rest for their break- j
fast.
At about ten the number of passen
gers greatly diminished. About the
same time it grew much colder: a little :
wind sprung up, rattling among the
sparse leaves of the trees. Katharine
kept dropping off to sleep and waking
again with a start. Lily seemed sleep
ing soundly, and Dittmer was smok- '
ing a cigar stolidly. At last Katharine
dropped her head and fell into a sleep
from which she did not awake till mid
night, when she started into wakeful- j
ness. Dittmer Bock still sat with a
cigar between bis lips, patiently, as if
nothing was the matter.
"You are cold,” he said. “Take my
hand and run a little, or jump, joos?
joinp.” Katharine tried just to jump,
but she was too tired either to run or
to jump. She was desperately eoUL
Lily, for her part, seemed to mint!
nothing. Also. Katharine longed wills
an intense yearning to lie down and
stretch herself out.
Then Dittmer showed the ingenuity
of man.
He made her lie along the bench, her
head in Lily’s lap. He wrapped her
skirts tightly round her feet. He found
a pair of gloves in his pocket—he wore
twelves. I think—and put them on
Katharine’s hands, over her own. s]
that she had a double pair. And the)
he produced his own handkerchief—a
large colored silk handkerchief of ;1
patriarchal character—and tied i!
round her neck and over her head
Lastly, he sat down at her feet and laid
the skirts of his great overcoat ovei
them, so that she might be still mori
protected from the cokl.
“Now.” lie said, “schlafen sic wolil
Kntehen.”
He lighted another cigar—remem-
ber that they were cigars of Hamburg,
not of Havana—and Katharine dropped
off to sleep again.
She did not wake tip till five o’clock.
The young German still sat patient and
resolute, his hands in his pockets; he
was nearly frozen with the cold: lid
had turned up the collar of his co at:
and he had not slept for one single
moment during the whole night.
, “Ditlmer.” said the girl.
“.Ta; lam awake. Sleep on. Ivatchen.
It is only five o’clock.”
“No; I have slept long enough. And
the se..t is very hard.” She got up and
looked about her. It was still nin lit:
by the lamp light she saw that all the
benches near them were similarly occu
pied with sleeping figures.
“Are these people all as poor as our
selves, Dittmer? And. oh! you have
put your gloves on my hands and tied
your handkerchief round my neck. Oh!
it is go-ad of you. Dittmer.” She took
his hand. “Yesterday I thought I had
Hot a friend in the whole world except
Lily. And I forgot you. Forgive me.
I forgot that you promised to be my
brother. And you have thrown your
great coat over me and are sitting
without it. Oh! it is a shame. Put it
on directly.”
“Katchen, you must not forget. It
js true that at this moment I have no
more than eiglitpeirce, and tomorrow
is Sunday, yet I will find something.
Listen to my plan. There is a man
lie is from Hamburg; he used to work
for my father’s Delleatessen-Handlung;
he came to London to make liis for
tune. and has already a large baker’s
shop of his own. I will go to him; I
will ask him. because he knows me, to
take you into his house for a week or
two until you can find a better place.
The baker has a good heart; he will
weep when I tell him your misfor
tune. Ivatchen, it was very wrong to
forget you had a brother.”
"I will never forget it any more.”
Dittmer kissed her fingers.
All that I have —it is not much—-
is yours. All my brains, all my knowl
edge. all my work is yours, Katchen.
You are my sister, you are also the
only woman in the world whom I shall
ever love. Ja, my sister—l know. But
for me there is not other women in the
world.”
Katherine made no reply. The tears
rose to her eyes. Perhaps, had he
pressed her at that moment, gratitude
would have suffered him to change the
title of sister. But he was too loyal
to take advantage of her emotion.
All this time Lily made no sign at
•all of being awake, or of hearing any
.thing. She sat motionless and appar
ently sleeping, just as she had sat all
;the night.
; Presently the dawn appeared, and
grew gradually and spread, until an
other day was born.
“On Sunday morning,” said Dittmer,
“bakers sleep late. I go to seek my
friend at seven.”
“I do not know,” said Lily, starting
tip with animation, “that I have ever
passed a more delightful night. I
mean it, Katharine. It was cold, I
'dare say. but the past is now done
with. We have broken with respect
ability; we have spent a whole night
out, sleeping in the park. Whatever
happens now, we can never be gov
ernesses any more. We have lost our
character. Nobody would employ a
girl for a governess who had slept out
all night. I rejoice. We have got a
man to advise us. Let us cat up all
the rest of our bread, and then we will
go to find the baker. We are already
on a lower level; we can now do any
kind of work. I feel as if I could
marry the baker and take the money
in the shop.”
She divided the bread into three
portions, but again Dittmer refused
his share, and the girls finished it.
“And now." said Dittmer, “I will go
to prepare the mind of the baker. Wait
for me here. In one hour I return.
Then you will find repose while you
look about and consider what is to be
done nekt. In one hour I come back.
Remain here without moving and I
return; In one little hour I return. Ja.
I komm.”
CHAPTER XII.
In the Fog.
He strode away in the yellow light
of the autumn morning.
“He is gone.” said Lily. “1 feel as
if I was going to despair again.”
“He will be back soon, let us walk
about. But we will keep near this
place for fear of missing him.”
“Katharine”—uo one ever anticipat
ed, prophesied, and realized the future
so clearly and so wholly as Lily—“l
understand exactly what is going to
happen. We shall go to the baker. He
will be, of course, a master baker, the
Queen's chief baker, perhaps. He will
be a friendly baker, and he will talk
English much worse than Dittmer; we
-;'aall s;ay with him for a week or two.
and then we shall go into the shop and
keep accounts, or perhaps sell loaves
and rolls and buns across the counter.
I shall like selling the buns better Ilian
■keeping accounts. But you will keep
the accounts. Either occupation will be
much better than teaehing'Tiorrid chil
dren. And then, you know, when me
have quite got used to the life and
forgotten all about Harley street, and
remember only the misery- of starv
ing gentility, there will come along a
handsome young baker, of German
origin, and we shall—that is. I shall—
go off to church with him, and keep
his shop for him ever after."
“It will be an honorable life. And
oh! what does it matter to you and
me now whether we call ourselves gen
tlewomen or not?”
“Nothing, my dear. But I wish
Dittmer would come back.”
Where the fog came from I know
not. But it fell upon them swiftly and
unexpectedly. First, it turned the sun
into a copper disk about the size of a
warning pan. and then it shut him out
from view altogether. And first that
fog blurred the branches of the trees,
-and then it clothed them, and covered
tiiem up with white clouds, and then
it became yellow, and caused the peo
ple who breathed it to cough and
choke, and then it became suddenly
black with the blackness of midnight.
“Katharine, let i stay quite still.
Let us sit here and not move for fear
of losing him. This will not last long.”
It was a terrible fog; it was the well
known and historical fog when the peo
ple could not attend the morning ser
vice, or, if they found their way
thither, they found that the fog had
tilled the church so that nothing could
be seen except the nearest lamps, and
if any were in the streets they either
stayed where they happened to be. or
they rambled miserably about losing
themselves.
It was not until 3 o’clock next morn
ing that it cleared away, and people
were able to look about again, and to
pee the clear sky set with stars, and
the ghosts all flying away, and once
more to hope.
By that tirim, ns you will see. it was
too late for Katharine and for Lily.
They sat on their bench for an hour,
hoping that Dittmer would grope his
way back to them, with news from the
linker.
He was on his way back to them,
With the best of news. But the fog fell
I’.pn him. as upon all the rest of the
town, and caused him to stop and eon
fider. He who in a black fog stops to
consider is lost, for he turns round and
Instantly forgets the direction in which
lie was walking. Dittmer Bock di*4
(his, and instead of marching straight
toward St. James’ Park, which was
not far from the baker’s, and in a
southwesterly direction, he turned
north and walked off resolutely in the
direction of Edinburgtb. So that when
Hie fog cleared he was already well
on Ills way to York.
The girls waited in the Park while
Hie hours crept on slowly.
“If we do not move.” said Katharine,
‘‘the fog will lift and he will pome back
to us. Let us wait.”
“I am hungry.” said Lily, who had
the day before been so brave to face
starvation. “I must eat, whatever hap
pens. Katharine, will you sit here
while I go and buy something? I am
certain that I can find my way back.
\Yo will spend all our money, and then
trust to Dittmer.”
“Oh. Lily, you must not leave me
alone.”
“Then with me, Katharine; w«
phall not be gone five minutes. I can
(ind my way blindfold. To be sure. It
Is blindfold. We keep quite straight/
fllong the railings, and we get to Buck
ingham Palace Road, where there are
coffee houses.”
They kept along the railings without
much difficulty, then they came to the
corner and had to cross the open place
|>efore the palace. And now the trouble
began; after what seemed to Kath
arine half an hour they found them
selves not in Buckingham Palace Road
at all. but in front of more railings.
The thick brown fog grew darker and
thicker; then a terrible bewilderment
fell upon them; they knew not which
was north, south, east or west; they
knew not from what quarter they had
come or where these railings might be;
and there was nobody to ask. They
tvere lost in the fog, like Dittmer him
self, and like every human creature
out on that terrible Sunday morning—
when the wayfarers wandered in the
fog like those poor lost creatures who
wandered in the desert, round and
found, only to come upon
footsteps again, or those who are lost
In a Canadian forest, and turn in a
circle round and round, while they
think they are marching in a straight
line.
“What shall we do, Lily?”
“Let us walk along the railings; we
fhall find something.”
They stood beside the railings, not
somewhere; it must be into the park;
but what part of the park?”
“We are lost, Katharine,” said Lily;
we must wait till the fog lifts.”
They waited, but it did not lift.
“Where does Dittmer live, Kathar
ine?”
“I do not know.”
“Where is the office in the city?”
“I do not know.”
“Then we are lost indeed, if we can
not find him.”
They stood beside the railings, noot
flaring to move. Nobody passed by;
Ihey were well off the pathway. The
fog deadened sound as well as sight.
It was cold and damp; the fog was in
iheir throats and in their lungs.
Presently the fog got into their
! drains as well. Then one of them, the
l stronger, bpgan to have visions, aiul
■ to see spirits which marched past, a
j irocession of devils who mocked, and
i if women who wrung their hands and
wept, then more devils and more weep
mg women. She kept none of these
cisions to herself, but kindly communi
mted them to her companion, who had
dipped down and was crouched, cling
ing to the rail, on the cold ground.
“They are tlis women who seek for
work and find none, Katharine. Look
i it them; there is one as old as Miss
I Stidolpli, and here are two like Miss
i Augusta and Miss Beatrice, but they
| aaven’t got their annuity, and there
; ire two like ourselves. The devils
I -nock them and drive them with whips.
| 011 lit is dreadful to see them. Do you
j a ear what they are saying? ‘This is
what you were born for; nobody wants
j rou: there is nothing that you can do;
rou will have to go on like this all
rour lives; you will live an immense
time; every day you shall feel hunger
jnd privation and disappointment.
There is no love for you; there is not
any hope for you of being cared for
and carassed, with strong hands to
work for you. No! no! These tilings
ire for other women not a bit better
than you! Are you listening, Kath
arine?”
Katharine moaned in reply.
(To be Continued.)
During a wedding at Grafenbaum,
Austria, lightning struck the church
and tore a Way the bridegroom’s right
foot.
KING ED CAUSES DIVORCE SUIT.
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Wanted to Meet Another Man’s Wife But
Hubby Objected.
A divorce suit which Is considered
the result of an estrangement caused
by King Edward of England has come
to light in Lexington, Ky., after hav
ing been kept seciet since June.
The suit was filed by Lewis T.
Brown against Margaret Johnson-
Brown on the ground of abandonment.
Mrs. Brown Is the daughter of Claude
M. Johnson, formerly European agent
of the Hoe Press company, with head
quarters in London.
Mrs. Brown was a woman of rare
beauty, and attracted attention every
where. Matters came to a climax
when Mr. and Mrs. Brown attended a
theater in London, where King Ed
ward was attracted by Mrs. Brown’s
beauty, and asked an introduction. Mr.
Brown objected, and his wife ridiculed
his objection. To this Incident, it is
said, is due the estrangement and the
separation. Mr. Brown returned to
Kentucky, and is now in the govern,
ment revenue service at Maysville,
REFUGEE TAYLOR SUSPECTS TRAP.
On Advice of Close Friends, Ex-Governor
Will Not Return to Kentucky.
William S. Taylor, formerly govern
or of Kentucky and refugee in Indiana
for the past seven years, will not ac
cept Judge Stout’s offer of immunity
from arrest and return to that state
to testify in behalf of Caleb Powers.
Friends in Kentucky are sending
him letters by every mail telling him
not to return and suggesting that there
is every probability of the state going
republican at the coming election, and
he can then return and be sure of a
fair trial.
Mr. Taylor says the men w - ho thus
advise him are old and tried friends,
and he would not voluntarily return
to Kentucky in the face of advice from
men who know he is innocent and
who believe that a trap is being set
for him.
MRS. CARTER ACQUITTED BY JURY.
Was Tried on Charge of Receiving Money
Stolen By Bank Teller.
Mrs. Laura M. Carter, who has
been on trial for a week on a charge
of receiving stolen money, was acquit
ted by a jucy. She was accused of
having received from Chester B. Run
yan, the defaulting teller of the Wind
sor Trust company, $5,000 of the $82,-
000 he stole from the bank.
Immediately after the verdict. Mrs.
Carter was released from custody. She
said she had not decided whether she
would demand the reward offered for
Runyan’s capture, which amounted to
$7,400.
GIRL SUES GAY DOCTOR.
Thomas is Asked to Pay Damages as Re
sult of Automobile Wreck.
Dr. Julian P. Thomas has been sued
for $25,000 damages by Miss Frances
Hess, the New York girl who was in
jured in an automobile accident while
riding in the physician’s car. Papers
in the suit were filed Monday.
Dr. Thomas has announced that he
will sue the city for $50,000 or SIOO,-
000 because of the street obstruction
which wrecked his auto.
