The Henry County weekly. (McDonough, GA.) 18??-1934, January 10, 1908, Image 6

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Newspaper Page TextHENRY COUNTY WEEKLY. J. A. FOUCHE, Publisher. R. L. JOHNSON, Editor. Entered at the postoffice at McDon j«Ch as second class mail matter. Advertising Rates: SI.OO per lncl par month. Reduction on standlni contracts by special agreement. Well bet, proposes the Ohio State Journal, the learned New Jersey judge who holds that the husband must help wash the dishes has made up his mind not to try for another elective term. Observes the Pittsburg Gazette- Times: Granting that Mars is Inhab ited, what satisfaction does that give the people of the earth? We can never hope to reach them this side of eter nity. Would not scientists be in more profitable business discovering some thing nearer home than focusing the milky way and attempting to pene trate the impenetrable? American cookery has gained so much fame abroad that the crown princess of Germany sent Albert, her chef-in-chief, to this country to make a study of our distinctive dishes, boasts Leslie’s Weekly. He met some of the leading exponents of his art in the United States and was initiated Into the mysteries of pie, buckwheat cakes, johnnycake, baked beans and other things. A foreigner’s status in any civilized country confers upon him no immun ity from the laws of the country in which he may find himself, argues the New Orleans Picayune. If he conspires against law or order or against the government of a foreign country he is as much liable to the laws of that country as one of the citizens or sub jects thereof. The most the American diplomatic representatives can do is to see that the accused Americans re ceive reasonable and humane treat ment, and are accorded a fair and im partial trial. Two hundred and thirty feet, below the surface a diver has succeeded in walking for ten minutes over the bot tom of Long Island sound, affirms the New York American. His suit of ar mor easily withstood the pressure of 110 pounds to the square inch. A telephone enabled him to keep In com munication with his friends, and his helmet was fitted with an electric light. What strange tales of the sea may this lead to! What sunken treasure ships— fascinating words —may be rifled of their pirate gold! What mysteries of the ocean may be made plain! It speaks well for the enterprise of our shoe manufacturers, urges the Boston Transcript, that they continue to sell more and more of their footwear abroad, In the face of the fact that European manufacturers have Intro duced the best of our shoemaking ma chinery and are deliberately imitating American shoes. It is clear that a great many European customers must Insist on having the American made article and refuse to take the native substitute as “just as good.” And it Is all the more gratifying that our shoe manufacturers are so rapidly extend ing the European market, because they never had a better or more eager market at home. The pageant area idea is one that we might well bear in mind in this country, particularly with reference to our innumerable national and inter national expositions, which have a cei tain kinship with the English pageant, pleads the Springfield Republican. In England a Jamestown celebration would probably have taken the form 6f a week’s pageant, and every one would have been completely sat isfied. Here, in order to celebrate the settlement at Jamestown, we spend millions of dollars. In a year or two Seattle is to enjoy itself in this man ner, and New Orleans is joyously anti cipating the opportunity to celebrate the building of the Panama canal with a stunning big fair. If the government could only appropriate the pageant area idea and restrict these fairs to a certain reasonable number within a certain period of time within certain definitely delimitated territorial sec tions of our great and glorious coun try, what a gain and a saving might there not be? •* / i \ •• / ,iij, \ A Tale / By of the / YOUNG \ Henry Anglo-Indian 1 g O 1 eton - Secret Service \ J frferriman. \ ‘HI* / Y CHAPTER XIII. $ The Lady’s Pistol. At breakfast next morning Colonel Wright explained at some length that as the stage manager had now ar rived, he failed to see any obstacle in tho way of Winyard and himself in dulging iu another morning’s fishing. This proposal Winyard agreed to with his usual readiness, and imme diately after the morning meal they sallied forth together. According to arrangement, Win yard went down stream, while the colonel fished up. While he fished, Winyard Mistley was actually pondering over the ad visability of abandoning his new pro fession. What conclusion he might have arrived at it were hard to say, had he been allowed to think the matter out; but suddenly the new light shone upon it. A light all lurid with the hate of man, red with the gleam of aggressive treachery, yet shining with the glory of a steadfast purpose. Among the solitary grandeur of his native hills, by the side of peace ful Broomwater, an event was des tined to take place on this fair sum mer morning which left its mark on Winyard Mistley’s life. It was here that the long pursuit, so steadfastly carried out by Marie Bakovitch, was to come to an end. As will be learned hereafter, he was fully aware of the girl’s purpose, and even knew her name and description, but had al ways treated the matter lightly, as the passing freak of a highly strung and ignorant girl. Now he was about to learn his mistake; he was about to face a sudden and unexpect ed danger, alone and unaided, as he had faced most things in his short life. And the result of it all was to be the appearance of a new ally against the little god who had laid his siege so skilfully. Dogged Brit ish pride joined ambition, determin ation and patriotism, and drove their small enemy shrinking back. Winyard Mistley had made his un eventful way up the stream for about! a mile, and was now approaching a spot where the water broadened out, losing, after the manner of earthly things, profundity in so doing. Hero were stepping stones and on each side a natural unmade footpath. Although he was fishing careless ly. Wlnyard's eyes were fixed upon the water, and he therefore failed td perceive the form of a girl at the edge of the stream, upon the oppo side, and a little higher up. This young lady had apparently no Intention of making her way across the stepping stones, being quite content to stay where she wa», Every now and then she glanced down stream, as If expecting some one; and yet when Mistley appeared, unconsciously and placidly angling, she appeared surprised and some what disturbed. At first she made a movement as If to draw back; and then, suddenly stepping forward, she resolutely planted herself at the water’s edge, with pale, agitated face and quiver ing lips, while her small, ungloved hand went to the pocket of her dress. Adonis was some distance behind his master, engaged in botanical dis coveries, and therefore oblivious td all around him. With aggravating deliberation the fisherman came slowly on. The water below the stepping stones was of no use to him, so he raised his rod to gather in the line and pass on. As he did so, he lifted his eyes and found him self face to face with the girl. Her attitude, the paleness of her lovely face, and the wild excitement gleam ing in her eyes, were instantly ob served by Winyard, and in a flash of thought he connected her presence there with himself, and with tho tall artist whose face he remembered having seen at Victoria Station on the morning of his arrival in Eng land. There was no ignoring the girl’s evident excitement; he could not pre tend to treat her as a villager, and pass on with a local greeting. For a moment the ruddy color left his face; but it was not due to coward ice, for men grow pale In moment's of excitement who do not know what fear is. Then he raised his cap, but never smiled or inclined his head. The girl ignored his salutation, standing motionless and pale as a marble staue. “I am Marie Bakovitch,” she said, simply, the musical tone of her deep voice rising above the brawl of the water. ‘‘l know,” he replied. Even inj face of her pale, set features, and under the gaze of her cold blue eyesj he could not check the quiver of his lips. He was too chivalrous to let her see his smile, so he said: ‘‘You have caught me at last.” Then, rod In hand, he stepped into the running water, while Adonis stood upon the bank with his left ear raised, watching these proceedings uneasily. The brook sped past Win yard’s legs, rippling and laughing while with its voice mingled the mur mur of the pine trees overhead, like the sound of the surf on a deserted shore. Slowly he made his way across, feeling with his encumbered feet for each standing place, for he dared not remove his eyes from the girl’s pale and defiant face. Suddenly she seemed to realize what he was doing, and she raised one hand convulsively to her throbbing temples. Then hastily she withdrew the other hand from her pocket. Mistley saw the gleam of polished metal Hashing in the sunlight,*and a moment later he was facing the muzzle of a pistol, w'hile behind it he still met those lifeless blue eyes fixed on his face, with no light of hatred in them. The sight of the little black orifice, with its rim of blue steel, drove the smile from the young Englishman’s lips; but still he slowly approached her with the dogged coolness of his race—not blindly, but calculating his chances as if he were gifted with a dozen lives. ‘‘lf,’.’ she exclaimed, in her pretty, Russianized English, “you come one step nearer to me, 1 kill you!” No reply came from his lips. The stream laughed on. Overhead the pine trees sighed, and far away in the blue ether a solitary curlew gave forth his weird cry of warning. Facing the mouth of the grim lit tle pistol, and with the same sure footedness he continued his way. Then suddenly the girl dropped her arm. “For God’s sake, stop!” she hissed, stamping her foot on the soft turf. Still he came on toward her, with steadfast grey eyes fixed on her face. Then she slowly raised her arm again, and turned the pistol toward him. While facing it, he was calcu lating the chances with a deliberation that was surprising even to himself; and there flitted through his mind the recollection of his own failure to shoot a disabled horse, because its eyes met his without flinching. The bed of the stream was now rising at a gentle incline beneath his feet; a few more steps, and he would be in shallow water; yet an other few, and that small white hand would be within his reach. Suddenly a streak of white flame .almost blinded him, and a ringing report well-nigh burst his brain. The little puff of gray Bmoke roae slowly on the breere, and Marie Ba kovltch saw Mistiey standing in the shallow water. The sulphurous smoke had half choked him, and some grains of un burned powder had flown into his face, causing a momentary sting; otherwise he was unhurt. The pis tol threw' high, having been made to 6ell, and not to shoot with. He gave her no time to attempt a second shot. In an instant he was on the bank, having sent his rod quivering on to the turf beside him. He grasped her wrist, but not too fiercely, for even then he remem bered his manners, and the wrist was very small and shapely. She made no attempt to resist, and relinquished her hold on the weapon as he firmly took it. Suddenly he felt the life go from her hand, and was in time to catch her as she fell, unconscious and helpless, forw’ard into his arms. It took him a moment to realise what had happened; then he laid her gently on the bank, and turned to get some water, which ele ment he supposed to be necessary under the circumstances. Carefully holding his cap by the rim, he suddenly tipped it over, and cast upon the girl’s lifeless face a cold shock of water, which imme diately trickled down her graceful neck in a most uncomfortable man ner. But what man, under the cir cumstances, could have been expect ed to think of that? This vigorous treatment met with its due reward, for Marie Bahovitch promptly opened her eyes Just In time to save herself the infliction of a second capful. “Where &jja I?” she inquired in French—that being the tongue in which she prayed and thought, hav ing spoken it before any other. Winyard was never averse to sat isfying harmless curiosity; but to answer this question was a matter of some length, so he Ignored it, and said In the same language: “Now you are all right again, is it not so? Come, let us sit on that great stone. There you will get the breeze.” He slid his arm under the light form of his would-be murderess, and gently supported her toward the rock indicated. She allowed herself to be placed thereon in dazed silence, and then slowly raised one hand to the bosom of her dress. “I am afraid you are rather damp,” said Winyard, apologetically, but with a cheerfulness of manner which seemed to indicate that all bad occurred for the best. Then, being a gentleman, and perhaps a little soft-hearted, he turned away. This gave the girl time to rearrange the soft masses of hair which had become a little loosened, and to give one or two cunning little touches to her apparel, which a woman with only half her senses will still do. “Here,” he said, holding forth the cup of his flask, “take a little drink of that." Obediently she took the metal cup and drank. If only Ivan Meyer could have seen how Winyard commanded and Marie obeyed, he might have learned therefrom an invaluable les son,' for the girl was of those who need to be domineered over, and are happiest in obedience. What Ivan Meyer, the thoughtful, failed to per ceive in length and fullness of years, Winyard Mistley, the superficial, saw in exactly two minutes, and knew how to profit by it. The water ap peared to revive her; a reawakening of life dawned in her eyes, and a faint pink, like the sunny side of a peach, rose to her cheeks. “Did I faint?” she asked, without looking up; indeed her eyes were on the cup she still held. “Yes; but you are all right again now,” was the cheerful and inspirit ing reply. Then she looked up, and appeared to recognize him for the first time, for she started back, exclaiming, “Oh! oh-h-h!” and covered her face with her hands, as if in horror of a recollection just rising in her brain. CHAPTER XIV. ' • A Belated Telegram. Winyard Mistley watched her in silence. He almost expected some hysterical display, or perhaps a vain onslaught upon himself. The color slowly left her face, and her level red lips were pressed together pain fully. “Now, do not go and upset your self!” he said, masterfully, as he picked up the cup she had cast from her. “Let us be business like and quiet. Do you feel better now? Is there anything I can do for you?” She looked at him in vague amaze ment. Then, pressing back her hair with both hands, she said: “I cannot understand you English men. Do you know who I am?” “Oh, yes, mademoiselle,” he re plied; “I know who you are.” He stopped find picked up the re volver which had so lately been pointed at him, and Marie Bakovitch watched in silence while he dexter ously removed the five Remaining cartridges and threw them into the stream, much to the astonishment of Adonis. Then he politely handed her the firearm. “I have a favor to ask of you, mademoiselle,” he said, “and then if you feel restored, I will leave you.” "Of me?” The poor girl was pite ously pale, but showed no signs of womanly tearfulness or emotion. “Yes,” he replied, stepping nearer. "T\ ill you tell me whether you were sent by your Government or not?” “I was not.” “And yet,” said Mistley, watching tier face closely, “your Government knew of your purpose. They placed every facility in your reach; they en couraged you as much as they dared She winced as he emphasized the last word. She sat twining and in tertwining her ungloved fingers, but never spoke. "They,” he said, “found them selves outwitted by simple straight forwardness, which, because it was not their mode of acting, was not ex pected by them. What they failed to do by telling lies, breaking treat ies, and ignoring the commonest j oints of honor, they attempted to Accomplish by foul means, calling in the aid of a woman—of a lady, mademoiselle, whose hands should never have been soiled by such dirty work. I shall never cease to regret that this occurred, and I need hardly tell you that the matter will re3t be tween ourselves, with the exception of Colonel Wright, who must be in formed of it, not as a personal mat ter, but as a question of policy. To yourself personally I bear not the slightest malice; but oblige me by telling the man who signed your passport, who gave orders to the spy Marloff to watch me and report to you, who, in fact, did his best to make you a murderess—tell him that henceforth I work no longer from a sense of duty to my country, but from feelings of the fiercest hatred toward himself and his despicable agents. Ah! you need not look frightened. In England we say what we mean, and are not afraid of treacherous ears being ever on the qui vive to report every compromis ing word uttered in confidence.” He was roused at last, and the gray eyes, hitherto so calm and rest ful, flashed as only gray eyes can. The girl rose and faced him brave ly; although of a singularly febrile and nervous temperament, she felt at that moment no bodily fear. “It is for my country that I strive, and not for any man,” she said, in a low, concentrated tone, which was wonderfully musical. “I, too, am a patriot, I, too, love my home, and count my life as nothing beside my country’s good. You have power, and you are a man whose words are listened to; but for me it is a differ ent matter. lam powerless, and can never hope to raise myself to a posi tion of power. My life is of no value to Russia; but by losing it I could make it of value, if, by that sacri fice, I could remove from her path an enemy as implacable, as influen tial as yourself.” Perceiving that Winyard Mistley had no intention of being dragged into an argument, and was indeed preparing to leave her, Marie sudden ly changed her manner. (To be continued.) “BEN HUR,” BIBLICAL ROMANCE To Be Presented at Grand Opera House, Atlanta, Week Beginning Jan. 20. When the curtain is drawn at the- Grand Opera House, Atlanta, Georgia, on Monday evening, January 20th, the most elaborate, magnificent and histor ically correct production will be dis closed that has ever charmed and en thralled a theater audience, for this will be the premiere of the Chicago auditorium production of “Ben Hur” in. Atlanta. “Ben Hur” appeals to all classes, all ages and all denominations of the Christian faith,' and draws to it, as to a place of worship hundreds of thous ands who seldom, if ever, set foot with in a theater. The person of the Sav iour is never made to appear bodily in the play, yet in the scene in which the healing of the lepers is implied the approach of the Master is indicated by a stream of pure light, amazing in its effectiveness. The engagement of “Ben Hur” is for one week only, opening on Monday, January 20th. Six evening and two. maCnee performances will be given. Seats will be placed on sale Thursday morning, January 16. The prices will range from 50 cents to $2.00. Mail or ders (accompanied by remittance) will be filled in order of receipt. All com munications should be addressed to the manager of the grand opera house, Atlanta. BIG LOSS TO UNCLE SAM. Prohibition in State of Georgia Cuts Off $500,000 Annual Revenue. The enforcement of the prohibition law in Georgia wili result in a loss of revenue to the United States of more than half a million dollars a year. The internal revenue collections made in Georgia for the fiscal year ended June 30, 1907, were $632,440.08. The greater part of this was from taxes on alcoholic productions. R. O. JACKSON, Attorney-at-Law, McDonough, ga. Office over Star Store. E. M. SHITH, Attorney at Law, Me Doxotjgh, Ga. Office over Star Store, south side square. All work carefully and promptly attended to. Z-4T' Am premared to negotiate loan* on real estate. Terms easy. a “Bilious Attack.” Symptoms. Sour stomach, nasty taste in mouth, sick headache, sallow complex ion, the world your enemy. CauS6. Constipation, inact ive liver, overflow of bile into the system. Relief. Treatment for two nights before retiring with BA'SJta AND TONIC PELLETS One a night, don’t worry, sleep well and Nature’ll do the rest. Entire Treatment 25 Cts.