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Pittsburgh, Pa.—What Is said
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stead Steel works. The -whistle,
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quires 150 pouDds of eteam to
blow the whistle, which can be
heard 12 miles.
SAMPLE OF RED CROSS WORK
Wounded Engllah 8oldler*e Mother
Made Glad by News of Son In
American Hospital.
He sat a little apart from the other
men who crowded the receiving sta
tion for American Base Hospitals Noa.
23 and 26. There was a cigarette In
hie mouth and a peaceful snille on his
face that brought the American Red
Cross searchers to his side with a
query.
"You look as If you're glad to be
here; are you reallyV she asked. The
wounded man grinned Joyously.
"You're Jolly well right, miss, I've
only Just come from back of the Ger
man lines. This Is heaven."
His name was G. Tully, and he be
longed to the British Royal Field ar
tillery. Three months previously he
had been taken prisoner by the Ger
mans and had been held Just back of
the line* to work on the railroads and
ammunition trains.
When the Americans started their
offensive near Flsmes, he and two
other comrades made a dash for the
American lines. The Tommies with
him fell, mortally wounded by bullets
that were meant for Boches. Tully
escaped with only a slight wound In
the wrist and was sent back to the
base with a trainload of American
wounded.
The Red Cross searcher at once sent
word to the wounded man's mother. In
England, that he was safe In an Amer
ican hospital, and a short time aft
erward this acknowledgment came
back from the British Red Cross:
"We have today forwarded your kind
Information re Gunner G. Tully
to his mother, who had Inquired about
him of us for three months without
success. We cannot say how grate
ful we are to you for having taken
ao much trouble in his case and for be
ing of such material assistance to
our Inquiry."—From a Red Cross
Scrapbook.
Winnipeg'* Great Growth.
It It forty-Dine years since Louis
Rlel, self-styled "president of the pro
visional government at Bed Rlvex,"
took possession of Fort Garry, appro
priated Its content*, and began his
tea months' reign of anarchy ore* •
considerable portion of southeastern
Manitoba. This was Kiel's first gam
ble for power. It ended In flight The
second ended on the scaffold.
There was no city of Winnipeg for
ty-nine years nfto. a fact that reminds
one of the energy and Industry pat
forth by the Canadians who went
it generation or so ago, and of tfta
richness of the country to which thfl?
went.
Keller Brohtera hav9 received ft
shipment of Flash Light Batteries. 1
TH£ LIGHT
IN THE ELCARIN&r
A TALE OF THE NORTH COUNTRY
IN THE TIME OF SILAS WIGHT >
IRVING B&HELLER.
AUTHMOT
UtH HOtMi WJ AND 1. DARKIL OF THE BLESSED 15tE\
• .*• u*HNO-UMfrm uzzji, etc, etc
i — A
SYNOPSIS. T~
CHAPTER I—Barton Baynea, arphan.
to taken to live with hto unci*, Peabody
Baynos, and his Aunt Desl on a farm on
Rattleroad In a neighborhood called tick
ltyipllt about the year BML Barton meets
Sally Dunkelbetg, about hto own act. but
socially of a claas above the Baytiesja.
and ll faselnaUd by th* pretty face
and fine clothes.
I i
CHAPTER IT- -Barton meets Roving
Kate, known In the neighborhood as the
"Slient Woman." Amoa Qrlmshaw. young
•on Of th* richest man In th* township,
to * visitor at the Baynes home, and
Roving Kate tells the fortunes of the two
boy*, predicting a bright future for Bar
ton and death on the gallows for Amoa.
Reproved for an act of boyish mischief
Barton runs awHT. Intending to make hta
home with the Dunkelbergs. He reaches
the village of Canton and falls Into a
sleep of exhaustion on a porch. There
he la found by Sllaa Wright, Jr. promi
nent man In public affairs, who. knowing
P«»>ody Baynea, takes Barton home af
ter buying him new clothes.
CHAPTER in—Barton and hta uncle
and aunt visit Caiuon and hear Silas
Wright read a sermon.
CHAPTER rV—Sllaa Wright evinces
much interest lr» Barton, and e«nda a box
of books and n'Mfaslnes to th* Baynes
home. Th* election of Silas Wright to
the United States senate to announced.
CHAPTER V -When Barton to twelve
Tears old he b^omea aware of the ex
istence of a wonderful and mysterious
power known as '•Money," and learns
how. through his possession of that won
derful thing Qrhnshaw Is the most power
ful and greatly dreaded man In the com
munity, moat of settlers being In his
dsbt After a v'slt to the Baynes *>ome
Mr. Wright leav** a note In a seal en
velope. which Barton to to read the
first night when *>« leaves hora at
tend school.
CHAPTER VI—Barton If ked to
drive a load to mill, arrlrC: ly. but
In a snowstorm, unable to - ie road,
the horses set Into the and a
wheel of the wagon Is ' Uncle
Peabody manages to together
enough to satisfy Orlmsl ad obtain
an extension.
•mat mpnt i noartT mspereff con
ference below after had gone up
stairs. I knew ' i something was
coming and wor ed what it might
be. Soon Unclf • -abody^ame up to
our little room 'king highly serious.
I sat, half undressed and rather fear
ful, looking into his face. As I think
of the Immaculate soul of the boy. I
feel a touch of pathos In that scene.
I think that lie felt it, for I remember
that his whisper trembled a little as he
began to tell me why men are strong
and women are beautiful and given In
marriage.
"You'll be falling In love one o'
these days," he said. "It's natural ye
should. You remember Rovln' Kate?"
he asked by and by.
"Yes," I answered.
"Some day when you're a little older
I'll tell ye her story an' you'll see
what happens when men an' women
break the law o' God. Here's Mr.
Wright's letter. Aunt Deel asked me
to give It to yon to keep. Yos're old
enough now an' you'll be goln' away to
school before long, I guess."
I took the letter and read again the
superscription on its envelope:
"To Master Barton Baynes:
(To be opened whin he leaves home
to go to school)."
I pat It away in the pine box with
leather hinges on Its cover which
Uncle Peabody had made for me and
wondered again what It was all about,
and again that night I broke camp
and moved further into the world over
the silent trails of knowledge.
Uncle Peabody went away for a few
days aftef the harvesting. He had
gone afoot, I knew not where. He
returned one afternoon In a buggy
with the great Michael Hacket of the
Canton academy. Hacket was a big,
brawny, red-haired, kindly Irishman
with a merry heart and tongue, the
latter having a touch of the brogue of
the green Isle which he had never seen,
for he had been born In Massachusetts
and had got his education In Harvard.
He was then a man of forty.
"You're coming to me this fall," he
said as he pat his hand on my arm and
gave me a little shake. "Lad! you've
got a pair of shoulders 1 Ye shall live
In my house an' help with the chores
If ye wish to."
"That'll be grand," aai<} Uncle Pea
body, but, as to myself, Just then, I
knew not what to think of it
[END OF BOOK ONE.]
BOOK TWO
Which Is the Story of the Prin
cipal Witness.
CHAPTER VIII.
In Which I Meet Other Great Men.
It was a sunny day late la Septem
ber on which Aunt Deel and Uncle Pea
body took me and my little pine chest
with all my treasures In It to the vil
lage where I was to go to school and
live with the family of Mr. Michael
Hacket, the schoolmaster.
I remember the sad excitement of
that ride to the village and all the
words of advice and counsel spoken
by my aunt.
I remember looking In vain for Sally
as we passed the Dunk el bergs', I re
BafcE&ei »my erowlrur ai -tha
day wore on and how Aunt Deel stood
silently buttoning my coat, with tears
rolling down her cheeks while I
leaned back upon the gate In front of
the Hacket house, on Ashery lane, try
ing to act like a man and rather
ashamed of my poor success. Uncle
Peabody stood sun-eying the sky in
silence with his back toward us. He
turned and nervously blew out his
breath. His lips trembled a little ns
he said:
"I dunno but what It's go In' to
rain."
I watched them as they walked to
the tavern sheds, both looking down
at the ground and going rather un
steadily. Oh. the look of that beloved
pair as they walked away from me!—
the look of their leaning heads! Their
silence and the sound of their foot
steps are. somehow, a part of the pic
ture which has hung all these years
in my memory.
Sally Dunkelberg and her mother
came along and said that they were
glad I had come to school. I could
not talk to them, and seeing my trouble
they went on, Sally waving her hand
to me as they turned the corner below.
I felt ashamed of myself. Suddenly I
heard the door open behind me and the
voice of Mr. Hacket:
"Bart," he called, "I've a friend
here who lius something to say to you.
Come in."
i turned ami weui mm me ihiusc.
"Away with sadness—laddie buck!"
he exclaimed as he took his violin from
Its case while I sat wiping iny eyes.
"Away with sadness! She often raps
at my door, and while I try not to be
rude, I always pretend to be very
busy. Just a light word o' recognition
by way o' common politeness! Then
laugh, if ye can an' do it quickly, lad,
an* she will pass on."
The last words were spoken In a
whisper, with one hand on my breast.
He turned the strings and played
the "Fisher's Hornpipe." What a romp
of merry music filled the bouse! I
had never heard the like and was soon
smiling at him as he played. His bow
and fingers flew in the wild frolic of
the "Devil's Dream." It led me out
of my sadness Into a world all new to
me.
"Now, God bless your soul, boy!" he
exclaimed, by and by, as he put down
his instrument. "We shall have a good
time together—that we will. Not a
stroke o' work this day! Come, I have
a guide here that will take us down
to the land o' the fairies."
Then with his microscope he showed
me into the wonder world of littleness
of which I had no knowledge.
"The microscope is like the art o' the
teacher." he said. "I've known a good
teacher to take a brain no bigger than
a fly's foot an' make It visible to the
naked eye."
One of the children, of which there
were four in the Hacket home, called
us to supper. Mrs. Hacket, a stout
woman with a red and kindly face, sat
at one end of the table, and between
them were the children—Mary, a pret
ty daughter of seventeen years; Mag
gie, a six-year-old; Ruth, a delicate
girl of seven, anil John, a noisy, red
faced boy of five. The chairs were of
plain wood—like the kitchen chairs of
today. In the middle of the table was
an empty one—painted green. Before
he sat down Mr. Hacket put his hand
on the back of this chair and said:
"A merry heart to you, Michael
Henry."
I wondered at the meaning of this,
but dared not to ask. The oldest
daughter acted as a kind of moderator
with the others.
"Mary Is the constable of this house,
with power to arrest and hale Into
court for undue haste or rebellion or
lmr)olit>'ness." Mr. Hacket explained.
**1 believe that Sally Dunkelberg is
your friend," he said to me presently.
"Yes, sir," I answered.
"A fine slip of a girl that and a born
scholar. I saw you look at her as
the Persian looks at the rising sun."
I blushed and Mary and her mother
and the boy John looked at me and
laughed.
"Puer pulcherrlme!" Mr. Backet
exclaimed with a kindly smile.
Uncle Peabody would have called It
a "stout snag." The schoolmaster had
hauled It out of his brain very deftly
and chucked It down before me ia a
kind of challenge.
-"What does that mean?" I asked.
"Ton shall know In a week, my son,"
he answered. "I shall put you Into
the Latin class Wednesday morning,
and God help you to like it as well as
you like Sally."
Again they laughed and again I
blushed.
"Hold up yer head, my brave lad,"
he went on. 'Te've a perfect right to
like Sally if ye've a heart to.
"A lad In his 'teens
Will never know beana
If he hasn't an eye for the girls."
It was a merry supper, and when it
ended Mr. Hacket rose and took the
green chair from the table, exclaim
ing ! !
^ehnel Henry, God bless yon I'*
Then lie kissed his wife and said:
"Maggie, you wild rose of Erin I I've
been all day in the study. I must take
a walk or I shall get an exalted abdo
men. Oue Is badly beaten In the race
o' life when his abdomen gets ahead
of his toes. Children, keep our youug
friend happy here until I com* back,
and mind you, don't forget the good
fellow in the green chair."
Mary helped her mother with the
dishes, while I sat with a book by the
fireside. Soon Mrs. Hacket and the
I children came and sat down with me.
I "Let's play backgammon," Mary pro
posed.
"I don't want to," said John.
"Don't forget Michael Henry," she
reminded.
"Who Is Michael Henry t" I asked.
"Sure, he's the boy that has never
been born," said Mrs. Hacket. "He
was to be the biggest and noblest of
them—kind an' helpful an' cheery
hearted an' beloved o' God above all
the others. We try to live up to him."
He seemed to me a very strange and
wonderful creature—this Invisible oc
cupant of the green chair.
I know now what I knew not then
that Michael Henry was the spirit of
their home—an ideal Of which the
empty green chair was a constant re
minder.
We played backgammon and "old
maid" and "everlasting" until Mr.
Hacket returned.
TJi'e • sealed envelope which Mr.
Wright had left at our home, a long
i time before that day, was in my pocket.
At last the hour had come when I
could open It and rec.d the message
of which I had thought much and
with a growing Interest.
I rose and said that I should like to
go to my room. Mr. Hacket lighted
a candle and took me upstairs to a
little room where my chest had been
deposited. There were In the room a
bed, n chair, a portrait of Napoleon
Bonaparte and a small table ou which
were tt dictionary, a Bible ahd a num
ber of schoolbooks.
"These were Mary's books," said Mr.
Hacket. "I told your uncle that ye
could use them an' welcome."
I sat down and opened the sealed
envelope with trembling hands and
found in It this brief note:
j "Dear Partner: I want yon to ask
I the wisest man you know to explain
these words to you. I suggest that
you commit them to memory and think
often of their meaning. They are from
Job:
" 'His bones are full of the sins of
his youth, which shall lie down with
him In the dust.'
"I believe that they are the most
impressive in all the literature I have
read.
"Tour; truly,
"SILAS WRIGHT, JR."
I read the words over and over
again, but knew not their meaning.
Sadly and slowly I' got ready for bed.
The noises of the village challenged
my ear after I had put out my candle.
There were many barking dogs. Some
horsemen passed, with a creaking of
saddle leather, followed by a wagon.
Soon I heard running feet and eager
voices. I rose and looked out of the
open window. Men were hurrying
down the street with lanterus.
"He's the son o" Ben Grlmshaw," I
heard one of them saying. "They
caught him back in the south woods
yesterday. The sheriff said that he
tried to run away when he saw 'em
coming."
What was the meaning of this?
What had Amos Grlmshaw been do
ing? I trembled as I got back Into
bed—I cannot even now explain why,
but long ago I gave up trying to
fathom the depths of the human
spirit with an Infinite sea beneath it
crossed by subtle tides and currents.
We see only the straws on the surface.
I was up at daylight and Mr. Hacket
came to my door while I was dressing!
"A merry day to you!" he exclaimed.
"I'll await you' below and introduce
you to the humble herds and flocks of
a schoolmaster."
I went with hiu» while he: fed Ms
chickens and two small shotes. I
milked the cow for him, and together
we drove her back to the pasture.
Then we spirt some wood "and filled the
boxes by the fireplace and the kitchen"
stove and raked up the leaves in the
dooryard and wheeled them away.
"Now you know the dutieB o' your
office," said the schoolmaster as we
went in to breakfast. |
We sat down at the table with the
family and I drew out my letter from
I the senator and gave It to Mr. Racket
to read.
"The senator! God prosper him 1 I
heard that he came on the Plattsburg
stage last night," he said as he began
the reading—an announcement which
caused me and the children to clap
our hands with Joy.
Mr. Hacket thoughtfully repeated
the words from Job with a most im
pressive Intonation.
He passed the letter back to me and
said:
"All true! I have seen It sinking
into the bones o' the young and I havo
seen it lying down with the aged in
the dust o' their graves. It U a big
book—the one we are now! opening.
God help ual It has more pages than
all the days o' your life. Just think
o' your body. A brave and tender
youth I It is like a sponge. How it
takes things in an' holds 'em an' feeds
upon 'em! A part o' every apple ye
eat sinks down into yer blood an'
bones. Ye can't get It out. It's the
same way with the books ye read an'
the thoughts ye enjoy. They go down
into yer bones an' ye can't get 'em out
That's why I like to think o' Michael
Henry. His food is good thoughts and
his wine is laughter. I had a long
visit with M. H. last night when ye
wece.alLln.bed- Sis fare .spas .a .chunk
I Went With Him While He Fed His
Chickens and Two Small Shotes.
o* lkugbtff* Oh, what a limb he is!
I wish I could tell ye all the good
things he said."
"There comes Colonel Hand," said
Mrs. Hacket as she looked out of the
window. "The poor lonely Whig! He
has nothing to do these days but sit
around the tavern."
Golonel Hand was a surly-looking
man beyond middle age, with large
eyes that showed signs of dissipation.
He had a small, dark tuft beneath his
lower lip and thin, black, untidy hair.
"What do ye think has happened?"
he asked as he looked down upon us
with a majestic movement of his hand.
"The son o* that old Bucktall, Ben
Grimshaw, has been arrested and
brought to Jail for murder."
"For murder?" asked Mr. and Mrs.
Qarlutt In aru» hraatK. v
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