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CHARLTON COUNTY HERALD
DIP, 74, FACING
LIFE TERM FOx
A 7-CENT THEFT
Convicted 22 Times and Has
Served Four Prison
Sentences.
New York.—A slight figure, a little
gtooped by age, came out of the sub
way at city hall one afternoon recent
ly. He was dressed in a neat brown suit
and wore a blue bow tie and a new
fedora hat. His iron gray mustache
was smartly clipped, his complexion
ruddy, his hands long and narrow and
verv white. He was always very care
ful of his hands; by them he had made
a precarious living for many, many
years.
He strolled through the group gath
ered in front of the hall, apparently
intent only on looking around. Sev
eral times he stopped for a moment,
then went on again, aimlessly. Once
he put his hand into the inside pocket
of his coat and smiled a little sadly as
it came out empty., He resumed his
walk, finally pausing just behind sev
eral men standing in a circle talking.
Sees Familiar Face.
A moment later he felt himself
tapped on the shoulder, and from the
corner of his eye saw a familiar face.
He said nothing, but slowly opened
hig right hand, displaying three coins.
His captor looked down and picked
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them up one by one—a nickel and two
pennies. Then “Deafy” Dowd, who
had just been arrested for the twen
ty-seventh time, permitted himself the
luxury of a smile.
He made only one remark while
being searched and questioned in the
pickpocket squad's room at police
headquarters. When detectives sug
gested that he must be losing his
ability, “Deafy” just smiled; when
they told him that if he were con
victed he would spend the rest of his
life in prison, he smiled. But when
it was said that he was the last “of
the old bunch,” he shook his head
forlornly.
No Relatives, No Friends.
“Yes, I guess 1 am. The others
have all gone.”
“Deafy’s” real name is John; his
age is seventy-four, He has no par
ticular home, but for the last few
months has been living as John Mur
phy at 100 Bowery. He has no rela
tives; no friends. On his 27 arrests
he has been convicted 22 times, serv
ing four terms in Sing Sing for at
tempted grand larceny. His police
record began in December, 1887, when
he was sentenced to a year in the re
formatory for petit larceny.
The police say that when he took
7 cents from the pocket of John Kelly
of 122 West One Hundredth street he
lald himself open to a life term.
Man Claims Dog Gets
Steak, He Gets Gravy
Atlantie City, N, J.—His wife was
more fond of her collie than of her
husband, Albert Gildersleeve, sixty,
told County Judge Willilam H. Smath
ers here recently. Mrs. Gildersleeve
had complained that her husband left
her ten days before and asked the
court to compel him to support her.
They have been married 20 years,
“Every time 1 come home,” Gilder
sleeve told the judge, “the dog Is In
her lap or arms. She has the dog In
her arms when she Is cooking, and
when she fries a unice steak the dog
gets the steak and I get the gravy.”
Judge Smathers gave them a week
to patch up their differences.
Will of Man Dead 45
Years Filed for Probate
Fort Collins, Colo.—~A will made by
A man who dled 45 years ago has just
been presented for probate in County
court here, Charles F. Hanby, who
died in Loveland, Colo, In 1883, made
the will three years before his death,
and 1t was filed jointly with that es
his son, Charies M. Hanby, who died
October 1.
Jumps to Death
Gallipolls, Ollo.~While riding to a
aearby town, where she was to bave
oseen married, Miss Drussie Bates of
this city was killed when she jumped
trom an automobile which she thought
was going to collide with another car.
HER VISIT
TO ALBERT’S
MOTHER
(® by D. J. Walsh.)
S THE rusty, mud-splashed old
car climbed farther and farther
up the hill road, Marietta
Wells looked wonderingly at
the young man beside her. He had
never told her enough about his home
to lead her to expect anything like
this approach to it. .
Jolting greatly, the car panted up
sharp inclines, reeled down abrupt de
scents, toppled about amazing curves
where the brilliant autumn foliage
flirted against Marietta’s warm young
cheeks. She hung to the cover braces
and pressed down her feet hard in or
der to keep her place. Her hair shook
down, her hat jarred loose, her head
threatened to roll from her neck. But
she laughed through her pretty white
teeth,
Albert Page did not laugh. He was
having all he could do to steer the
old car to its destination. His hand
some face was one brilliant glow, and
his blue eyes had the large pupiled
look that comes from mental as well
as physical strain.
Sudderly they came out of the
woods, and Marietta heard her lover
give a sigh of relief as he quickened
speed along a fairly level stretch of
road. One more sharp turn and they
paused before a house.
It was a farmhouse, low, weather
worn, ugly, the kind of house that is
all utility, that is made for the pur
pose of shelter, and stops when it has
performed that service. A few gera
niums, which the frost had nipped,
stuck in the narrow dooryard. A white
hen which was roaming about picked
at the dry stalks. A dog lay asleep
on the drooping porch and a cat, sit
ting on the window-sill within, looked
out at the arrivals.
Albert sprang out on his side and
Marietta followed from her side of
the car. Her young limbs felt
cramped and still vibratory.
At that instant a woman came out
of a small tumble-down woodshed
with an armful of wood. She was
small, hump-backed and at first Ma
rietta could not see much of her face
because it was concealed by an old
gray sunbonnet.
“Here’'s mother!” Albert exclaimed.
The woman dropped the wood and
pushed back the sunbonnet. Her eyes
went from her son's face to the face
of the girl whom he had brought
home, She held out her hand.
“I expect this is Marietta,” she said.
“Yes,” Marietta flushed. She had
worked all her life, bit she noticed
that Albert’s mother' hand was as
hard as leather,
“Come in,” said Mrs. Page, and led
the way into the house.
“Where's father?” Albert asked.
“Cutting wood,” Mrs. Page mo
tioned toward the hill which rose
steeply behind the house.
“Guess I'll leave you to talk and go
and see him,” said Albert with a smil
ing look.
He went away whistling. Mrs. Page
looked after him fondly before she
turned her attention to her visitor.
“Take off your things and sit down,”
she said.
“I don't think I'll take off my
things because I can't stay long,” Ma
rietta replied, “I've got to get back to
the place where I'm working in time
to get supper. Mrs. Hall has a new
baby and she isn't very strong.”
“You've been there quite a spell,
ain't you?”
“Two years. It's the only place I've
ever worked.”
“Are they good to you?”
“My, yes! They treat me like one
of the family.”
“You get good wages, I presume.”
“Eight dollars a week.,” The chair
fn which Marietta had seated herself
creaked warningly. She thought it
was going to fall down under her, so
she arose and went to sit on the
lounge, where she could stroke the
cat, She felt embarrassed from' so
many questions and such close seru
tiny as she was receiving from Al
bert's mother. Ever since she became
engaged to Albert some months be
fore she had known that she must
some day make the acquaintance of
his parents. She wanted ro get the
strangeness over before she was mar
ried,
“l expect you're getting ready to be
married right away,” Mrs. Page sald.
“Well" - Marietta flushed. “Of
course Albert's in a hurry, but I'd like
to walt till spring. It's only that his
time 1s out at the place where he's
working and—"
“Yes. He's planning to come home
for the winter,” interrupted Mrs. Page.
“1 suppose he's told you his pa's try
ing to get him to take this place?
Jonas s getting sorta used up and he
thinks Albert could do better than he
does, He says the house is big enough
for us all to live in together. What do
you think nbout it?"
Marletta answered the question In
the tired eyes with a direct glance
from her brilliant black ones.
“1 don't know. That's what ['ve
come to find out today,” she went on
carefully. “Of course, It's Albert's
home and—and | want to do what's
right and best, not for myself, but for
Albert—and you--and Albert's father,
I was brought up on a farm and-"
“You wouldn't call this ¢ farm,
would you?”
“Why=" Marletta glanced round
the room and out of the window at
the woods, the steep hill, “It isn't
ke what my father's farm 8" she
admitted,
“1 guess not.,” There was a strong
acridity in the woman’s voice. *lt
ain’t like what my father's farm was,
either.” She left her chair and com
fng to the window, stood looking part
of the time from the window, part of
the time at the wondering face of the
young girl. *I married Jonas Page
and come here to live the winter I was
eighteen. We were so much in love
that we couldn’t wait any longer for
each other. He said we'd stay with
the old folks that winter, but in the
spring we’d go by ourselves. But in
February his father had a stroke—"
She moved her hard hands. “We've
been here ever since.”
Marietta made a half sound.
“You see, you can’t ever tell what's
going to happen,” Mrs. Page went on.
“But I've always said that no other
woman should go through with what I
have here in this place. The place,
the whole of life, ain’t worth it. You
love my boy, but love won’t stay by
you long once you get here. Don't I
know? And then—" again that strange
movement—“ Albert is one of the easy
kind, like his father. He ain't got no
git-up-and-git to him. I did have, be
fore I lost it. You look as if you had,
too. But you'll lose it, too, like I did,
once you get sot down here in this
stone-patch.”
Suddenly she grew vehement.
“Stones! 1 hate ’'em. But some
time I s’pose they’ll bury me under
'em. I don’'t care how soon. But
don’t do as I did. Don't you let Al
bert do as his pa did. Save yourself
first, and save Albert if you can. . But
save yourself anyway. Them’s my
words to you.”
She became silent, staring out of
the window with fading eyes. Marietta
looked at her. All the girl's young
imagination was kindled by the pic
ture of that other girl who was now
this dreary woman, old before her
time. So must she become if she did
what Albert wanted her to. She saw
a repetition of this woman’s tragedy
impending in her own life. Love
would go—that intangible, priceless
thing hope would go, courage, all the
good things that set her aflame now.
She would grow gray, sodden—and at
last be buried under stones.
She leaned forward and took one of
Mrs. Page’s hands. s
“Look at me!” she commanded.
Then passionately. “I believe I'm go
ing to be strong enough to save Al
bert, you, all of us. He's got to make
me a home of his own if he wants to
marry. He'll do it,” confidently, “and
then together we’ll get you and his
father away from here. You shall
have a—a sunset at least.”
The old woman who was Albert’s
mother looked down into the face of
the girl who was Albert’'s sweetheart.
Her tired face began slightly to glow.
“You'll do it?” she gasped. !
Marietta flung up her head, =~
- “Sure, I'll do it!” she cried. | . ¥
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Odd-Color Elephants -
Worshiped by Siames
It is said by experts in such mat
ters that rarely has an elephant beer
seen that is actually white, though
fiesh-colored elephants and elephants
of reddish brown have been found.
In Siam, the land of the white ele
phant, an elephant of abnormal color
ing is the symbol of all that is wise
and beautifyl. Kings ecrown him,
priests worship at his féet and peo
ple adore him.
About half a century ago the cap
ture of a fine salmon-skinned speci
men was heralded from the wilds.
Preparations were under way for his
spectacular advent into Bangkok, the
capital, when the word came that the
beast had died on the way, overfed
by enthusiastic eaptors, The king, it
{8 reported, wept and refused to be
comforted, for the dead elephant, so
it was said, had “blue eyes, soft white
halr, pearly tusks, ears like silver
shields, a tread like the sound of
thunder, an expression meditative and
tender.”
Pole, an authority on the subject,
states that once out of kindness of
heart two dwellers in the jungle
washed a young elephant that had
been mired and was coated with mud.
And, lo and behold, his skin when
cleaned was a tan color, and they
realized that the most desired of all
good luck with theirs, They were en
nobled, loaded with gifts, allotted
grants of land and exempted from
taxation, The new-feund treasure,
doubtless much bewlldered at the
change In his fortunes, was floated
down the river to Bangkok on a barge
hung with crimson. He was fed on
cholce herbs and sweets and he drank
perfumed water, Flags and musle
marked his progress toward the eapl
tal, and the king and his court re
celved him with bands., The title of
“count” was bestowed upon him and
he mounted his dals In the king's
stables.
At the present time, it Is under
stood, only three sacred elephants oc
cupy the palace stalls, The most ex
traordinary one Is brown-red with
pink spots, Nowadays, If an off-enlor
animal Is secured, it Is shipped to
Bangkok in a prosale freight car and
his eaptor gets a moderate rewnrd.
The bulky figure of the holy elephant
is no longer to be seen on the na
tional flag. A university gradoate
rules Siam, and old customs are giv
ing way to new,
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Light Turned on by Hum
One of the latest mechanieal devices
is a new switch which floods an alr
port with light at the sound of an
approaching airplane. The drone of
the alrplane motor 18 used to start
a sympathetically-tuned reed vibrate
Ing; as the airplane approaches the
low note of its motor sets the reed in
vibration, and the reed in turn
switches on the powerful lights, :