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“The Story of Waitstill Baxter”
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*npyrl<ht. 1915. by
Kite Doinll* - . Witfgtn
Author of “Rebecca of Sunny brook Farm**
PROLOGUE
Strength and interest of quie
lives in the New England o)
three-quarters of a century agr
provide the framework of “Tin
Story of Waitstill Baxter. " Thai
is the skeleton. The flesh ano
blood of human beings, living
and loving and moving in a worhi
of their own that is a miniature
picture of the greater world ou
side, are also there. The story
is a cress section of life as seer
and described by a woman wh
has been well called ‘ America't
greatest living woman novelist.'
Amid the hills of New England
are many men and women liki
Waitstill and Patience Baxter
and their father, Ivory Boyntoi
and his afflicted mother am
funny Cephas Cole, who woo:
hopefully, but with small chanc•
of success. They find their way
into books but seldom, for i.
takes a master hand to describe
faithfully the dotngs of rei,
people. And that is the reasor
why ”The Story of Waitstill
Baxter" has won highest praisi
from critics who know a gooa
book wher they see one.
(Continued From Thursday.)
"You cun sit tiuu much marriage
has tamed your mother down," observ
pd Oncle Hart disp.-sslonaiely. "lluiv
■omever, though your mother on n't be
called tame. she's got her good p'lnts
for abe's always to lie counted on. Tin
Croat thing In lire, ns I take It. Celias
la to know exactly wliui to exited
Your mother's gen'ully credited will
an onaaniu temper, but folks does hei
great Injustice in so tbliiklu, for In a
long experience I've seldom conn
across a temper less onsartln that,
your mother's. You know axnctl.i
where to find her every mornln' in
sunup and every nitthl m sundown
There ain't untldo' you enn do to pn
her out o' temper, 'muse she's all on
aforehand You can jest go it bon i
your reg'lar business thout any feul
of disturbin' her any further than she
disturbed u'rondy. with h Is consid'ra
hie. I don't mind It a mite nowadays
though. after forty years of It. It
would kind o' Rail me to keep a atldd.i
watch of a female's disposition day hi
day, wouderlu' when the waa goto to
base a tantrum A tantrum once a
year’s an awful upset tin kind of r
thliiß In a fumlly, my son. hut a tan
trutn every twenty-four hours Is JeM
part o' the day's work." There was a
moment's silence, durlnu which Uncle
Burt puflfc-d 111* pipe Mtiil IVpluii vrhlt
tied. nfler which llit* util ui.iti coutlli
ued: “'Wien if you hiippen to marry a
temper lllte joor mol her n, t>plm«
look whal .i pmv'ful worker you geu'
•lly get! Look at the way they *wee|
•d' du*t ini' acrub an' clean! Watch
'em when they go at the cIInIi wnahlii
an' bow they whack (he rollin' pin an
tnaul the egg* an' heme the wood Into
tbe atoTe an’ Hint the tlb-s out o' tin
bouse! The uilhl and gentle ones like
ly enough will be setlln' In the kitchen
rocker resdln' the * I manse when there
ain't no wood In the kitchen hot, tin
doughnuts In the crock, no plea on the
swing shelf lu the cellar an' the young
ones goln' round without a second
shift to their buck*!"
Cephas' mind was far nway during
this philosophical dissertation on the
waya of womeu lie could see only a
sunny head fairly rioting with curls, a
pair of eyes that held Ills like magnets
although they nerer gave him a glanc.
of lore: a smile that lighted tbe world
far better than the suu. a dimple tub
which bis heart fell headlong when
ever he looked at It
“Tou're right, father; 'taln't no us<
klckln ag in 'em." lie said as he n>s<
to hi* feet preparatory to o|s<nlng tie
Baxter store "When I said that 'bou
trainin' up a girl to suit me, I kind »
forgot the one I're picked out I'll
considerin' sereral. but the one 1 fa
▼or most—well, 1 believe she'd (Ire U|
at the Orst sight o' trainin', and that'-
tbe gospel truth."
“Consider i u sereral. be you, Ce
phasT" laughed Uncle Hart “Well
all I hope la that tbe one you favo
most--the girl yon re asked on- <
a'ready Is considerin' you!"
Cephas went U> the pump and, wi
ling a large handkerchief, put H li
KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN
the (Town oT Ids straw hit and saun
lured out Into the burning heat of tin
open rood between Ids father's sho|
and Deacon Baxter's store.
‘‘l shan't aslt her the next time til
this hot spell's over." he thought, ‘‘ate
I won't do It In that dodgasted oh
store njj'ln, neither. I ain't so tongii
tied outdoors, an I kind o' think l'i
be more In the spoilt of It after sun
down some night after supper!"
Waitstill found a cool nnd shad.'
plnce In which to hitch the old mure
loosening her check rein and putting
sprig of alder In her headstall to as
slat her In brushing off the tiles
One could reach the Boynton housi
only by going Up a long grass growi
lane that led from the high road I
was a lolicl) place and Aaron Boyntoi
had bought It when he moved fron
Ha co slmplv been use he secured It in
a remarkable bargain, the owner hat
lug lost Ids wife and gone to llvp It
Massachusetts Ivory would have sold
It long ago had circumstances beet
different, for It was at too great a dls
tnnee from the school house nnd fron
Lawyer Wilson's olllce to be at all con
venlent, but lie dreaded to remove Id
mother from nvlronmont to tvblol
she was accustomed ami doubted vert
much whether she would he able b
enre for a house to tt hlch she had noi
been wonted before tier mind becaim
affected.
Here In lids safe, secluded cornet
nmld familiar and thoroughly knotvi
conditions she moved placidly ahoir
her dally tasks, performing them with
the same care and precision Hint sin
had used from the beginning of lie
married life All the heavy work tt i
done for her by Ivory ami H«dm m
the boy In particular being ihv fleete*
footed, the most willing and the tie t
est of helpers; washing dishes, sweep
Ing and dilating, laying the table ie
deftly ami quietly as a girl. Mrs
Boynton made her otvn simple dresse
of gray calico In summer, or dark liu
Biy-woolscy In winter by the satin
pattern that she had used when sin
first came to Kdgcwood: In fact. ther>
were positively no external change
anywhere to be seen, tragic and tern
ble as had been those that bad wrougli
havoc In her ndnd
Wnltstlll's heart beat faster as stn
neared the Boynton house. She had
never so much as seen Ivory's mottle
for years Mow would she be met
Who would begin the conversation at
what direction would It take? What P
Mrs. Boy nton should refuse to talk b
her ut all? She walked slowly Blon
thy lane until she saw a slender, gray
clad figure stooping over a Mower bed
In front of the cottage The woman
rained her head with a fawn like ges
lure that Imd something hi It of timid
Ity rather than fear, picked some loom
bits of green from the ground, and
quietly turning h a hack ii|sm the on
coming stranger, disappeared through
the o|Htu front door. 1
There could be uo retreat on her own
part now. thought Waitstill. She wish
*d for a moment that she bud made
this first visit under Ivory's protec
tloo, but her Idea had been to gutn
klra. Boynton's loufidence ami hue u
qutet friend y tall, su n a one as would
be lui|voss|ble u the presence of a
third person Approaching the steps,
she called through the doorway !u her
Clear voice Ivory asked me to conn
aud see you one day. Mrs Boynton. 1
aui Waitstill Baxter, the little girl on
Town House hill that you used to
know."
Mrs. Boynton came from an Innet
room and stood on the threshold. The
name "WaltstiU" had nlwaya had s
charm for her ears, from the time she
first heard it years ago until It fell
from Ivory's lips this summer, and
again tt caught uer fancy.
"Waitstill!” she repented softly
"Waitstill! Does Ivory know you?”
■'We’ve known each other for evei
so long -ever since we weut to tin
brick school together when wre wen
boy aud girl And when 1 was a child
my stepmother brought me over hen
once ou an errand, and Ivory showed
me a bumming bird's nest In that Ills
bush by the door."
Mrs. Iloynton sullied "Come nu«
look!" she wlettered "There Is always
a humming bird's nest In our lilac
How did jou remember?"
The two women approached th
bush, and Mrs Iloynton carefully p.u-l
ed the leaves to show (tie dainty mor
sel of ii home thatched with soft g- •
green and lined with down "The bin
have flown now." she said "They wet
like little jewels when they darted oh
In the auusbine "
THE AUGUSTA HERALD, AUGUSTA, GA.
Her voice was taint and sweet, us II
It came from far away, nnd her eye*
looked not as If they were seeing you
but seeing something through you
Her pale hair was turned back from
her paler face, where the veins show
ed like blue rivers, nnd tier smile was
like the flitting of a moonbeam. She
was standing very close to Waitstill
“Waitstill! Does Ivory know you?"
closer than she had Invn to any worn
an for many years, am? she studied her
a little, wistfully yet courteously, as
If her attention was attracted by some
thine fresh and winning. She looked
at the color ebbing and flowing In the
Kiri’s cheeks, at her brows and lashes,
at her neck ns white as swansdown
CHAPTER XIII.
Ivory’s Mother.
HAD n daughter once." she said
L; "My second baby was a girl, hut
she lived only a few weeks. 1
need her very much, for I am n
great care to Ivory. He Is son and
daughter both, now that Mr. Boynton
Is away from home. You did not Bot
any one In the road as you turned In
from the liars, I suppose?"
"No,” unswered Waltstlll, surprised
and confused, “hut I didn’t really no
tlce. I was thinking of a cool place
for my horse to stand.”
“1 sit out here In these warm after
noons." Mrs. Boynton continued, shad
Ing her eyes and looking across the
fields, "because I can see so far down
the lane. 1 have the supper table set
for my husband already, and there Is
a surprise for him. a saucer of wild
■trawherries I picked for him this
morning If he does not come I al
waya take atyay the plate and cup be
fore Ivory gets here. It seems to make
blui unhappy."
"He doesn't like It when you arc
disappointed. I suppose." Wultstlll ven
tured. "1 have brought my knitting.
Mrs. Boynton, so tlint I needn't keep
you Idle If you wish to work. May I
alt down a few minutes? And here Is
a cottage cheese for Ivory and Rod
man and a Jar of plums for you pre
served from my own garden."
Mrs. Boynton's eyes searched the
face of tills visitor from a world she
had almost forgotten auil. finding noth
lng but tenderness there, said, with
Just a trace of bewilderment: "Thank
you. Yes, do sit down. My work
basket Is Just Inside the door. Take
that rocking chnlr. I don't hnve an
other one out here because I have
never been in the habit of seeing vlsl
tors."
”1 hope I am not Intruding,” stam
mered Waltstlll, seating herself and
beginning her knitting to see ts It
would lessen the sense of strain he
tween them.
"Not at all. 1 always loved young
sod beautiful peoplw and se did my
hushsisl If he comes while you are
here do aot go away, but alt with him
while I get his supper. If Elder
tVchrane should ha with him you
would see two wonderful men. They
went sway together ta do some mte
slonary work In Maine and New
Hampshire, and perhaps they will
come back together. Ido not welcome
callers because they always ask so
many difficult questions, but you are
different and have asked me none at
all."
"I should not think of asking ques
tlons, Mrs. Boynton"
"Not that 1 should mind answering
them.” continued Ivory's mother, "ex
cept that It tires my head very much
to think You must not Imagine lam
til; It Is only that I have a very bad
memory, aud when people ask me to
remember something or to give an an
swer quickly It confuses me the more
Even now l have forgotten why you
came and where you live, hut I havo
not forgotten your tieautlful name."
“Ivory thought you might b# lonely,
and l wanted so much to know you
that 1 could not keep away any longer,
for I am loueiy and unhappy too. I
am always watching and hoping for
what has never coma yet. I have no
mother you have lost your daughter;
l thought I thought perhaps we could
-tie a comfort to each other." And
Waltstlll rose from her chair and put
out her hand to help Mrs Boynton
down the atejia, she looked so frail, so
trau»|..
could not .cry .uto.i, but If I
could only smooth your hair sometimes
when your head aches or do some
cooking for you or read to you or any
little thing like that as I would for my
own mother, if I could. I should be so
glad!"
Waitstill stood a head higher than
Ivory’s mother, and the glowing health
of her, the steadiness of her voice, the
warmth of her handclasp must have
made her seem like a strong refuge to
this storm tossed derelict The deep
furrow between Ixds Boynton's eyes
relaxed ii trifle, the blood in her veins
ran a little more swiftly, under the
touch of the young hand that held hers
so closely. Suddenly a light came Into
her face and her lip quivered.
"Perhaps I have been remeralierlng
wrong all these years." she said. “It
Is my great trouble, remembering
wrong. Perhaps my baby did not die
as I thought; perhaps she lived and
grew up: perhaps" —her pale cheek
burned and her eyes shone like stars—
“perhaps she lias come back!"
Waitstill could not speak. She put
her arm round the trembling figure,
holding her as she was wont to hold
Putty and with the same protective
Instinct The embrace was electric In
Its effect and set altogether new cur
rents of emotion In circulating Soma
thing In lads Boynton's perturbed
mind seemed to bent Its wings agninst
the barriers that had heretofore oppos
ed It and, freeing Itself, mounted Into
clearer air nnd went singing to the
sky. She rested her cheek on the girl's
breast with a little sob. "Oh, let me
go on remembering wrong!" she sigh
ed from that safe shelter. “Let me go
on remembering wrong! It makes me
so happy!"
Waitstill gently led her to the rock
ing chair and sat down beside her on
the lowest step, stroking her thin hand.
Mrs. Boynton's eyes were closed, her
breath came and went quickly, but
presently she began to speak hurried
ly ns if she were relieving a sureharg
ed heart
“There is something troubling me,”
she began, “mid it would ease my mind
If I coulrl tell It to some one who could
help. Your hand Is so warm and so
firm! Oh. hold mine closely and let
me draw in strength ns long us you
can spare It! It Is flowing, flowing
from your lintid Into mine, flowing like
wine. My thoughts at night are not
like my thoughts by day these last
weeks. I wake suddenly and feel that
my hnshnnd Inis been away a long
time nnd will never come back. Of
ten at night, too, 1 am In sore trouble
about something else, something J
have never told Ivory, the first thing I
have ever hidden from my dear son.
but 1 think 1 could tell you if only 1
could be sure about It”
"Tell roe If It will help you. I will
try to understand,” said Waltstlll
brokenly.
"Ivory says Itodman Is the child of
my dead sister. Some one must have
told him so Could It have been I?
It haunts me day and night, for unless
I am remembering wrong ugain I nev
er had a sister. I can call to mind
neither sister nor brother.”
"You went to New Hampshire one
winter,” Waltstlll reminded her gently,
as if she were talking to a child "It
was bitter cold for you to tni:e such a
hard Journey. Your sister died ami
you brought her little boy, Kodmun.
hack, tint you were so 111 thiit a stran
ger bad to take cure of you on the
stagecoach and drive you to Edgewood
next day In his own sleigh. It Is no
wonder you have forgotten something
of what happened, for Ur. Perry hard
ly brought you through the brain fever
that followed that Journey.”
“I seem to think now that It Is not
so!" said Mrs Boynton, opening her
eyes ami looking at Waltstlll despair
ingly. ”1 must grope and grope In
the dark until l find out what Is true
and then tell Ivory. (}od will punish
false speaking! His heart Is closed
agnlust lie* nnd evllrloing!"
"He will uever punish you If your
tired mind remembers wrong," ssld
Waltstlll. “He knows, none better,
how you hnve tried to And him and
hold him through many a tangled
path. I will come as often as I can,
and we will try to frighten away these
worrying thoughts.”
“Ts yon will only come now and then
and hold my hand." said Ivory's moth
•r, "hold my hand so mat j our strength
will flow Into ray weakness, perhaps 1
shall puzzle It oil out and God will
help me to remember right before 1
die
“Everything that I hnve power to
give away shall be given to you."
promised Waltstlll. "Now that f know
you and you trust ine you shall never
be left so alone ignin—not for long, at
any rate When 1 slay away you will
remember that 1 cannot help It. won't
your
"Yes, | shall think of yon till 1 see
you again I shall watch the long lane
more than ever now. Ivory sometimes
takes the path across the fields, but
my deur hushaud will come by the old
road, and uow there will he you to
look for!"
• ••••••
At the Baxters the late supper was
over, and the girls had not sat at the
table with their father, having eaten
earlier by themselves The hired men
had gone home to sleep. Patty had re
tired to the solitude of her bedroom
almost at dusk, quite worn out with
the heat, and Waltstlll sat under the
peach tree In the corner of her own
little, garden, tatting and thinking of
her lutervlcw with Ivory’s mother.
She sat there until nearly 8 o'clock,
trying vainly to put together the pus
tllng Jet: Its of I <i|s Boynton's conver
sation. wonrVitug w hether the perplex*
Hies that v. ■ ,-J her tiiltid were real or
fancied ■ t -I ~| -,i tho heart bjr
the affectlou that the older woman
seemed Instinctively to feel for her.
“She did not know me. yet she cared
for cue at oucti." thought Walt-still ten
delay .... ~. ...
at the first glance."
She heard her father lock the barn
and shed and knew that be would be
going upstairs immediately, so she
quickly went through the side yard
and lifted the latch of the kitchen
door. It was fastened. She went to
the front door, and that, too, was bolt
ed, although It had been standing open
all the evening so that If a breeze
should spring up it might blow through
the house Her father supposed, of
course, that she was In bed, and sin
dreaded to bring him downstairs fur
fenr of his anger Still there was no
help for It. and she rapped smartly at
the side door There was no answer,
and she rapped again, vexed with her
own carelessness. Patty's face ap
peared promptly behind her screen of
mosquito netting In tile second story,
but before she could exchange a word
with her sister Deacon Baxter opened
the blinds of his bedroom window and
put his head out
“You can try sleepln' outdoors or In
the barn tonight," he called. "I didn't
say anything to you ut supper time, be
cause I wanted to see where you was
Intendin' to prowl this evenin'.”
“I haven't been 'prowllug' anywhere,
father.” answered Waitstill. “I've
been out In the garden cooling off. It's
only 8 o’clock.”
"Well, you can cool off some more,”
he shouted, his temper now fully
aroused, "or go back where you was
this afternoon and see If rhey’ll take
you In there! I know all about your
deceitful tricks. I come home to
grind the scythes and found the bouse
and barn empty. Cephas said you'd
driven up Saco hill and I took his
horse and followed you and saw where
yon went. Long's you couldn’t have
a feller callin' on you here to home
you thought you'd call on him, did
yer, you boldfaced hussy?”
"I am nothing of the sort,” the girl
answered him quietly. “Ivory Boyn
ton was not at his house. He was In
the hayfield. You know it, and you
know that I knew It. I went to see a
sick, unhappy woman who has no
neighbors. I ought to have gone long
before. lam Dot ashamed of It, and
I don't regret It. If you ask unrea
sonable things of me you must expect
to be disobeyed once In awhile.”
“Must expect to be disobeyed, must
I?" the old man cried, his face posi
tively terrifying In Its ugliness. “We’ll
see shout that. If you wa’n’t callin'
on a young man you were callin’ on a
crazy woman, and I won’t have it I
tell yon, do you hear? I won’t have a
daughter o' mine consortin' with any
o’ that Boynton crew. Perhaps a
night outdoors will teach you who’s
master In this house, you imperdent,
shameless girl! We'll try It anyway!"
And with that he bnnged down the
window nnd disappeared, gibbering
and Jabbering Impotent words that she
could hear, but not understand.
I CHAPTER XIV.
Locked Out.
WAITSTILL was almost stun
ned by the suddenness of
this catastrophe. She stood
with her feet rooted to the
earth for several minutes nnd then
walked slowly nway out of sight of the
house. There was a chair beside the
grindstone under the Porter apple tree
and she sank Into It, crossed her arms
on the back and. bowing her head on
them, burst into a tit of weeping as
tempestuous and passionate as it was
silent for. nltbough her body fairli
shook with sobs, no sound escaped.
The minutes passed, perhaps hi
hour; she did not take account of time
The moon went behind clouds, tin
night grew misty, and the stars faded
one by one. There would he rain to
morrow, anil there was a great deal o 1
hay cut. so she thought in a vagrati
sort of way.
Meanwhile Putty upstairs was In u
state of suppressed excitement and ter
ror. It was a quarter of an hour be
fore her father settled himself In bed
then an age It seemed to her before
she heard his heavy breathing. When
she thought It quite safe she slipped
on a print wrapper, took her shoes In
her hand nnd crept noiselessly down
stairs. out through the kitchen and
Into the shell. Lifting the heavy bar
that held the big doors In place, she
closed them softly behlod her. stepped
out and looked about her in the dark
ness. Her quick eye espied In the dis
tance near the barn the bowed figure
In the chair, anil she flew through the
wet grass without n thought of her
bare feet till she reached her sister'*
aide and held her In a close embrace.
“My darling! My own, own poor
darling!" she cried softly, the tears
running down her cheeks. “How wick
ed, how unjust, to serve my dearest
sister so! Don't cry, my blessing,
don’t cry! You frighten me! I’ll take
care of you. dear. Next time I’ll inter
sere. I’ll scratch and bite, yea. I’ll
strangle anybody that dares to shamt
you and lock you out of the heusc
you. the dearest, the patlentest. the
best!"
Waltstlll wiped her eyes. "Let us go
farther away where we can talk," she
whispered.
“When* had we better sleep?" Patty
asked "On the hay. I think, though
we shall stifle with the heat.” and
Patty moveil barn.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
"Why do stars and singers make
ao many farewell tours?"
"Because they fare well on them,
stupid.'*—Baltimore American
NOT THE FIRST.
Pat was servant of a farmer, and
In his charge was a donkey, which
was kept to amuse his employer's
children. The donkey was following
the farmer's wife round the yard
one day, and the farmer, turning to
Pat. said;
"I think that donkey is taking a
liking to my wife "
“Och." said Pat "shura and it's
not the first donkey that's took a Ilk
| lng to her. sir " —Exchange.
‘"Booster Week” is Great Opportunity
Tor New Candidates
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AT THE BONITA TODAY!
The likenesses of the babies in The
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them!
If your' baby’s name is not on the list,
fill out the Nomination Blank and send
In Its name.
The Augusta Herald’s Great Shower
of Gold Contest is in its very earliest
Infancy, but it is going to fairly hunt
with the close of this week for an an
other page in this issue is announced
“Booster Period," which means that
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ed In to the Shower of Gold office be
fore Saturday night, May 30th, at 10
o’clock.
There are a number of fathers and
mothers interested in this great race
who appreciate at its fullest the oppor
tunity knocking at their door.
They mean to see their little darlings
crowned the most popular baby in Au
gusta and vicinity, and are bending
every effort In that direction It may
seem the sacrifice of some little time
on their part to secure the coveted title
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To have your little sweetheart elected
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MORNING WITH THE RECORDER
The baseball reporter was sent to
write up the Recorder's Court today.
The following is what he turned in:
CITY’S BATTERY, TEBOW AND
WILLIAMS, TOO STRONG FOR
VISITORS.
The first hatter up today was Willy
Green, colored, of Edgefield, S. C.,
considerably battered up.
He was Caught Out on a Foul last
night by Officer L. H. Williams, Au
gusta's fastest Catcher,
His eye was all out, owing to his
having been hit by the Pitcher in
last night’s game. (A 2-quart China
Water-pitcher).
But he was brought in safe by Of
ficer Williams, and signed up with
the Stockade at 11:30 p. m.
Umpire Irvin asked him:
“How did you happen to come to
Augusta? Get Put Out at Home?”
“No, sir,” he said, “I jest Struck
Out.”
The following is the report of last
night’s game as told by Anna Bates,
who was on the Stand this morning.
Anna said it all happened at a
fancy dress ball.
Shie was holding the Ball at Home
—she was also attempting to keep
gate, and sell Dope and Peanuts. It
was one of her famous Straight Balls.
Willy Green, she said, evidently
thought it was a Fast Ball.
Anyhow, though he misjudged the
Ball, he Went In and Made a Hit.
Freemasonry Agitation;
Socialists Congress Meet
Milan. —The agitation over Free
masonry has been tne leading feature
of the National Socialist Congress at
Ancona.
After two days’ spirited debate the
delegates decided by 27,378 votes to
18,019 that no socialist could be a
Freemason and remain true to the
principles of both organizations. As a
result of the vote two leading mem
bers of parliament severed their con
nection with the socialist party on the
spot.
The speeches adverse to the secret
order attacked clandestine favoritism
of fellow Masons. The denouncers of
Masonry declared that the procedure
was in violation of the common law
and rendered Freemasonry altogether
inadmlssable in a present day demo
cratic country.
This controversy over Masonry has
been raging for the past two years in
almost every department of Italian
public life At the beginning of the
year the ministers of war and marine
categorically forbade army and naval
officers to have anything to do with
Masonic lodges, on the ground of di
vided allegiance.
OF COURSE.
"What’s that?" cried the new doc
tor In the mining camp. "You say you
have ‘shooting pains’ in your back.
Why, you’re wounded, man.”
"That's what I said—'shooting
pains’.” saia Piute Pete. —Judge.
LOOK HIM UP.
"Opportunity has neverknocked at
my door.”
"Then why don't you pay the first
call? Go and knock at its door and
walk right In If the door isn’t an
swered immediately.” Louisville
Courier-Journal.
A GOOD CHANCE.
"Two teams in a town has one ad
vantage."
"What's that?*’
"By keeping a line on the situation
you needn'tbump into the boss at the
ball game the days you sneak off."
—Pittsburgh Post.
HIS STATUS.
•T've noticed one thing.”
"And what Is that?"
“The man who is a lion among
women is usually a goat among men."
—Baltimore Sun.
Child Cross? Feverish? Sick?
A cross, peevish, listless child, with
coated tongue, pale, doesn't sleep;
tats sometimes very little, then again
ravenously; stomach sour; breath
fetid; pains in stomach, with diar
rhea: pains in stomach with diarrhea;
grinds teeth whtle asleep, and starts
up with terror —all suggest a Worm
KUlar—something that expels worms,
and almost every child has them
Kiokapoo Worm Killer l« needed.
Get a box today. Start at once You
won't have to coax, as Ktckapoo
Worm Killer Is a candy confection.
Expels the worms, the cause of your
child's troubles, 25c.
SATURDAY, MAY 23.
terprise will be the effect of placing It
on the social plane equal to that of any
other baby in this locality and its fame
will be heralded afar. As mother or
father of this fortunate babe you will
be envied of every other father arfd
mother.
In addition to the distinguished honor
which is to be conferred upon some baby
on June 29th, we are going to pay sub
stanteal prizes of gold which wil be
paid to the winning contestants imme
diately upon the close of this enter
prise. all get busy, now for that
dear little ray of sunshine. Organize a
systematic campaign. Interest all of
your relatives friends and neighbors.
They will rally to your support. As
matters now stand your frier Is will not
know whether you desiret to make the
race for gold and glory or not and un
less you tell them their support will be
given to someone else.
Send in Your Baby’s Name,
Several babies appear in the list with
out names. These names have been sent
in by friends of parents who failed to
send the baby’s name. The parents of
these ba»)ies would confer a favor on ttoo
contest manager by calling at the Show
er of Gold headquarters and supplying
those names. If you can’t come in per
son drop us a card or use the telephone.
No. 236.
Voting Rule.
Until further notice, candidates in
The Shower of Gold Contest will not be
permitted to vote more than 10,000 votes
more than the leader in the previous
day’s publication. All votes deposited
more than that amount will be held
back.
This gave him confidence, and later
in the game he Hit Anna for Two
Bags (of peanuts).
This was really an error for Anna’s
husband, wno ought to have Put Willy
Out at First, but he must have judged
Willy too hot to handle.
Willy did not score, however, Tor
Anna Caught him Trying to Steal,
and Called Hih Out.
Thereupon Willy Lost Control and
started throwing wild.
One of his wild throws hit a player
(the Electric Piano-Player) and an
other hit a Fan (the Electric fan.)
Then Anna’s husband took out the
Pitcher and swatted one that Broke
Over Willy’s Head.
Just at this juncture Officer Tebow,
(Manager of the City Team, and
Champion Twirler of the Club) Came
Up. He is a great man in a “pinch."
besides getting fine work out of his
Club.
He Stopped the Bali.
But Willy, being unable to see the
Bali any Further, Flew Out to the
Back Field.
It looked at first like a Home Run
for Willy, hut Officer Williams
Caught Him at the Back Fence.
Umpire Irvin fined him sls this
morning, <TM benched him for 30
days.
Daily Pattern
9&89
9889.—A SIMPLE BUT UP TO DATE
GOWN. +
Ladies Dress, with or without Chem
isette, with Long or Shorter Sleeve
and with Skirt in Raised or Nor
mal Waistline.
Crepe voile In a new blue shade,
with embroidery In self color on cuff*
and collar, was used for this design.
The waist is shaped in front at the
closing, and the kimono sleeve extends
over the shoulders to. form a yoke.
The neck is cut in pointed outline
In front and finished with a deep col
lar The sleeve is stylish In wrist
lengths or with a pointed cuff Jr. short
er lengths. The skirt Is cut on pre
vailing lines, is graceful and finished
at the back with dart tucks. It meas
ures at the foot In the medium size,
when finished about 1 3-4 yard. The
pattern is cut In 7 sizes: 32, 34, 36, .>B,
40, 42, and 44 Inches bust measure. It
requires 6 1-4 yards of 36 inch mater
ial for a medium size.
A pattern of this Illustration mailed
to any address on receipt of 10c In sil
ver or stamps.
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