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T. B. Weaver was a business vis
itor to El Dorado Monday.
C G. Bell is transacting business
at Linden, Texas, this week.
S. R. Neel was down from El
Dorado several days this week.
Jesse Amerson was in Huttig
last Friday from his home at Wil
mington.
Attorney H. G. Fields of Farmer
ville was in Huttig Monday on
business.
Dr. L. F. Magee made a busi
ness trip to Texarkana Friday of
last week.
C. Fowler spent several days
with friends at Shreveport the first
of the week.
Rev. James Rhodes of Strong
was the guest of Rev. J. R. Rush- j
ing Monday.
Miss Denie Mahony of El Dora
do is here the guest of her brother
Dr. F. O. and wife.
E. E. Buchanan, mill foreman at
the Wisconsin Lumber Company
is on the sick list this week.
If you have any real estate for
sale list same with C. A. Berry, ol
Huttig. who will sell same for you
Mrs. F. E. Wood was called to
Mississippi Thursday to attend the
bedside of her father who is quite
ill.
Ed Collett, who is now employ
ed at Selma. La., is here visiting
his parents Mr. and Mrs. E. N. Col
lett.
Mrs. Ira Lester and children
have arrived in Huttig to join her
hurband who is now employed
here.
For Sale, at a bargain seven
acres of land suitable for truck
farming and fruit raising adjoining
Huttig,
G. S. Prestridge, vice president
of the Union Saw Mill Company
was over from Shreveport on busi
ness this week.
The school house* and Union
church have both been stained and
re-painted and improve the looks
of the town very much.
J. D. Wemple arrived back in
Huttig Sunday afternoon and is
again at his place in the Union Saw
Mill Company store.
Mrs. J. W. Perritt accompanied
her sister. Miss Pagan, to her
home at New London this week
and visited for several days.
A card from Rev. W. T. King
who is visiting his parents at She!
byville, Ind., states he is having a
fine time but that there is no place
like old Arkansas.
The street committee of the
town council have had culverts
placed alongside of Union church
fifing up the gullies that had wash
ed in the streets there.
Mrs. Julius Stodlander and sons
Fritz and Lawrence of Plaquemine,
La., who were the guests of her
sister Mrs. B. F. Knox returned to
her home last Thursday.
No. 666
Thii ii p prescription prepared especially
for MALARIA or CHILLS A. FEVER.
Five or six doses will break any caBe. and
if taken then as a tonic the Fever will not
return. It acts on the liver better than
Calomel and does not gripe or sicken. 25c
Tax Assessor W. H. Mathews.
Jr., and Deputy J. W. Ferguson
were here Monday and Tues' ay
assessing taxes. If any of our
readers failed to see them on ac
count of the wrong dates published
in this paper if they will call at The
News office we will furnish them
with a blank to make their assess
ment on.
Rev. W. F. Dorris, D. D.. of
Monticello. will occupy the pulpit
at Union church next Sunday
; morning and evening for Rev. W. 7 .
I King who is away on a visit. Ev
1 erybody is cordially invited to be
present.
Rev. D. B. Barnard and Floyd
Wells of Meridian. Miss., are here
holding a revival meeting in the
Union church. Mr. Wells was a
resident of Huttig for a number of
years and has a large circle of
friends here.
The Missionary Union will be ;
entertained next Tuesday by Mes- !
dames Durham and Holtsford at
the honr\e of Mrs. Durham 1 12
Railroad street. Every member
expected to be present and try to
bring a visitor.
Marshal T. F. Ashcroft and dep
uty J. W. Perritt on last Friday
carried Sam Brown, colored, who
went insane to El Dorado to be
locked up in the county jail until
he can be sent to the hospital for
nervous diseases at Little Rnck.
Rev. J. R. Rushing preached at
the quarterly conference of the
IVWhodist church at Bolding on
last Saturday for Presiding Elder
W. P. Whaley who was unable to
be present. Dinner was served on
the ground and all who attended
enjoyed both the services and din
ner. _
Have you eaten any “Viandine"
yet? This is the name of the ar
tificial meat made according to the
discovery of the Belgiin chemist
Effront. This synthetic meat has
the same effect on the human sys
tem as real meat, and in fact it has
much more nutrition in it than real
mea‘, it is claimed.
A. P. Reynolds of El Dorado,
government demonstration agen1
for Union county was here Tues
day and Wednesday visiting the
farms of C. J. Pryor and D. W.
Spencer who are carrying on dem
onstration work this year and also
the sons of J C. Bridges and G. J
Pryor who are members of the
boys corn club.
Itching Piles.
I want you to know how much
good your Hunt's Cure has done
me. 1 had suffered with Itching
Piles for 15 years and when I was
traveling through Texas a man
told me of your Hunt s Cure. I
got one 50c box and it cured me,
John Bradley,
Caney. Kansas.
Hon. W. S. Goodwin was home
the first of the week looking hale
and hearty. He appears to be in
better health than anv time within
the past three or four years, an
evidently his labors in congress
agree with his health splendidly.
"Our Will" is making good in con
gress and doubtless will have no
formidable opposition any time
soon. The post office matters over
his district are worrying him no
little, as so many applicants at
each office, all good people and
good friends of his, making it hard
to make a choice between them,
but as only one can be successful
at each office the unsuccessful
ones should not get "sore" at their
defeat. Democrat-News, Warren.
Read The News.
Deafness Cannot Be Cured
by local applications, a3 they cannot
reach the diseased portion or the ear.
There is only ono way to cure deafness,
and that is by constitution .1 r inedies.
Deafness is caused by an inllamed condi
tion of 1110 mucous lining of the ICusta
chian Tube. When this tube is inllamed
ycu have a rumbling sound or imperfect
hearing, and when it is entirely closed.
Deafness is tlio result, and unless the In
flammation can be tai.cn out and this
tube restored to its norm -1 condition,
hearing will bo destroyed forever; nine
cases rut of ton are caused by Catarrh,
which is nothing but an inflamed condi
tion tf the mucous surfaces.
ill rlTe One Hundred Tollers forany case of
De '1'nr j ( -ansr IbycatarrMt'-atcannothecurodLy
Hall's Catarrh C'.iro. Bend for circulars, fro.
F. J. f'ENIty, & CO . Toledo, Ohio.
Bold by Itrugri ,;s, He.
Take Hall's Family Fills for coasUoatloo.
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THE FUTURE
VON HORVATH
DEAN HOARD
COPYRIGHT. 1913 iJY W.G.GHAPMAN IB Hit UNITED STATES AND OvC FAT BRITAIN o
SYNOPSIS.
C TAPTER I—For fifty years the con
tinent of North America had been iso
lated from tile rest of the world by th«
use of Z-ravs, a wonderful invention ol
Hannibal Prudent. The inventiyn had
saved the country from foreign invasion
and the continent had been united under
one government, with Prudent as presi
dent. For half a century peace and pros
perity had reigned. The story opens wit!
President Prudent critically ill. His death
is hastened by the receipt of a message
from Count von Werdenstein of Germany
that he lias at ’last succeeded in pene
trating the rays Dying he warns his
daughter Astra that this means a foreign
Invasion. He tells her to hurry to the
Island of Ciryne\ but dtes before he car
tell the location of the place.
CHAPTER II- Astra is nominated for
the presidency by the continental party.
TnomenT—a fjfiestion was on Tier lips—
but as she hesitated it was too late;
the visitor was gone.
“Cirynitta—Cirynith!” she sighed,
more than uttered, and looked at the
chair that had a short moment ago .
held that splenoid man.
' It seemed to her as though the
stranger had carried away something :
—something?—what? She did not
know. She sat down before the desk ’
and taking the ring in her hand looked
at it, and finally she slipped it on her
finger. It fitted perfectly.
Then she looked at it more closely
and saw some small tracings on it.
She could not distinguish the lines i
with her unaided eyes, so took a mag- I
nifying glass and examined it curious
ly. A cry of joy left her lips as she
deciphered the strange word “Ciry
nith.”
By some coincidence Napoleon Edi
son, emerging from the portal, again i
encountered the man he had met three I
days before; the only difference was !
that this t<rue he was leaving and Am- ;
brosio Hale was coming.
The tall man with those ferret-like
eyes, fox nose and brittle mustache
was evidently surprised. As he passed
the porter's gate he asked who the
stranger was. The porter could not
remember, but it was a name that
made him think of Napoleon; whether
it was Bonaparte or Caesar he could
not recall.
Mr. Hale was received in the green
room.
Astra nad a peculiar dislike for that
color, not in nature, but in furnish
ings and clothing, and generally re
ceived people she did not like in the
green room. That room had a de
pressing effect on her mentality, and
the people who visited her there soon
left.
‘‘I have come this time, my dear As
tra, to congratulate you. I wanted to
be the first. You are nominated by
the contlnentallsts. and there is no I
doubt but you will he elected: there
Is hardly any opposition on ihe sec ;
tiouists' part. Whom could they put i
up against you. my dear Astra?"
He pressed the hand of the girl |
warmly. He knew that he had to wii
her love or he would never reach th I
joal he was longing for.
"T n'lch vmi won 1 ft mo voilr !
very best friend, my dear. Consult me
any time you please. Your wisdom
atid judgment is great. The whole
continent is looking at you as the
deliverer; still, once in a while the
word of an experienced statesman will
help.”
“Indeed, Mr. ftale, I assure you that
If 1 ever need your kindly offered help
I will call on you.”
The intimate conversation did not
last long, as other visitors arrived and
spoiled Ambrosio Hale's ardently
longed for opportunity.
Before Astra fell asleep, she kissed
the glittering ring on which the word
Ctrynith was faintly engraved.
That evening Napoleon Edison, ac
companied by his short friend, sat in
a compartment of the fourteen-hour
Frisco limited, flying toward the West;
the train that was shot through the
tube by compressed air was so perfect
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A Tall Young Man on Sklis S'ld
Down From One of the Snow-CoY
ered Side Hills.
that not a rumble was heard, or a
quiver felt.
Napoleon Edison bent over an out
spread plan showing an object of pe
culiar construction. His companion
watched him for a while, then fell
asleep. Edison looked at the fat
man’s nodding head, and turned the
light lower, so that it fell only on his
blueprints.
He sat studying those lines that ran
straight, curved and oblique; they
formed a picture that was not intend
ed—the outlines, the details of a se
rene, strong face—Astra's.
The train shot steadily toward the
Golden Gate.
CHAPTER IV.
Europe.
The Zugspitze is the highest peak
in Germany; it belongs to the Alps
and a panorama can be seen from the
perpetually snow-covered summit that
is worth while. At the foot of this
giant is the town of Partenkirohen, a
great place for tourists, but since the
isolation of the American continent
the number of visitors has dimin
ished somewhat.
One crisp December morning a tall
young man on skiis slid down from
one of the snow-covered side hills of |
the Zugspitze. He wore an Alpine cos
tume and curried on his back the
usual satchel of the mountain climber.
The sack evidently was heavy, yet he
carried it easily.
The early sportsman stopped for a
second or two just about the Tlrolean
and Bavarian border. After a short
meditation, he started forward, and
with the agility of a master of the
sport slid downward, jumping down
steep slopes, and soon landed in the 1
valley. He took a peculiar field glass
from his knapsack and directed it
toward the great peak, moving it un
til he found k spot that looked to the
unaided eye like a red dot on the
mountain side. It was the deserted
castle of the great Prince Lnipold,
once reigning prince of the kingdom
! of Bavaria.
j When be had focused the glass, be
saw a round, ruddy cheeked man rub
bing his hands vigorously.
"It must be somewhat cool there,"
smiled the sportsman.
He drew a red handkerchief and
made some circular movements in the
air with the fluttering linen, always ]
watching through his glass. Then,
with a satisfied expression, he placed
the glass and kerchief in their respec
tive places and started toward the
town. f
The narrow, winding streets were
almost deserted and he used his skiia
even through the town.
There were several hotels around
(he square; the Golden Eagle and 'he
Red Star were the most promising
looking, and he selected the latter.
Unfastening the straps of the skits,
he cast them over his shoulder and
entered the famous old hotel.
At the sound of the stranger’s foot
steps In the hall a big. white-aproned
man, whose head was covered with a
Turkish fez, appeared in the dooi way
at the end of the hall; in his right
hand he held a murderous looking
knife and in the left a fork. He
greeted the newcomer with great re
spect; it was surprising to see a guest
at this time of the year. The man of
the skiis leaned his knapsack and the
slciis against the wall and said. "Guten
morgen Herr Wirth!”
The big German threw fork and ;
knife on a table and rubbing his hands j
on his apron to remove the grease,
took the stranger's sack and carried
it into the office. There he put a long,
official blank of reporting paper be
fore him, together with pen and ink.
It took a long time for the stronger
to fill out all the somewhat inin- r '
neut aueetions. hut at last It was dona.
: On the last Hue he wrote in lart,,.
i round characters the name:
“Chevalier Sonapo E di Leon.”
“What can I do for you. chevalier?"
asked the hotel-keeper, who had used
the time to remove his apron and put
on a clean coat.
"First of all, I want some break- j
fast, then a room, as I would like to
spend a few days here.”
The host’s face shone with pleasure
and he led his gue6t into the small
dining-room.
The chevalier's eyes wandered
around searchtngly; they seemed to
penetrate into every nook and comm-.
The host returned, followed by a
girl, who put a snow-white covpr on
one of the tables, then steaming hot
rolls were brought in with coffee, but
ter, honey and some eggs.
The chevalier ate heartily; the »arly
morning exercise had given him a
splendid appetite. When he had fin
ished, the host ofTered him some ci
gars, but he smilingly refused, assur
ing hint that he never used them.
“They are real Saharan, chevalier.”
“Saharan? Is that a new brand?”
“Not exactly; we have had It for
ten years, ever since the successful ir
rigation of the desort. I understand
that it is even better than the ouce
famous Havana."
The stranger looked at the host
thoughtfully, then with some hesita
tion he asked:
"What is the name of the engineer
who planned that project? I have
quite forgotten.”
“You are not a German, chevalier,
otherwise you would know the man
whom all the German-speaking nations
regard with hope; his name is Count
von Werdenstein.”
The young man started, but recov
ered himself quickly. ‘‘How foolish,
I have nearly spilt my coffee. Yes,
Werdenstein; I remember the name
now\”
"He is our Bismarck, Moltke and
Edison, in one person.”
The young man stared at the host
for a second. “Quite a remarkable
man.”
“Indeed, sir, he was selected as
commander in chief by the Interna
tional Federation, for the war against
America.”
“I am sure It Is a very happy selec
tion.”
"Well, sir, he is a great man indeed,
but I do wish, and I am sure many
others wish so too, that instead of
militarism, he would devote his ener
gie« to the betterment of the people.”
“To industrial, agricultural and finan
cial developments; is that what you
mean ?”
“Yes. ptr, and above all else, to lift
ing the burdens from the citizens. You
know- what we have, to suffer under
this terrible military rule.”
“I am a stranger, my dear host; I
came from where the coffee and slen
der palms grow, so I don’t know much
about the happenings around here. ;
However, I am interested and pray
that you tell me more.”
The good host of the Red Star was
happy to find some one who was glad
to listen to his talk; this stranger
even took his notebook out and dashed
some interesting details into it.
Later on he found a queer little
newspaper, the Koelnische Zeitung,
and read the news section with much
interest.
The same morning he inquired for
the best tailor in town and Herr
Srhulz, the host, telephoned for him.
When the little tailor arrived he took
measurements, showed fashion plates
and goods, but the chevalier left the
selection \ him, stipulating that all
he wanted was the latest in every
thing.
1 he tailor touched the cloth the
ehevalier’8 Alpine coat was made of
and examined it closely with an air
of surprise. ‘‘This is something new
to me,” he said at last. “I never saw
a weave like this.” He looked ques
tkmingly at the chevalier, but he
seemed to be busy with the fashion
plates aud did not answer. However,
at the tailor’s request, he removed his
coat and that little man looked search
ingly at the lining, hoping to find the
i maker’s name. His eyes grew large
| when he saw a small tag bearing the
name of a Chicago manutwturer.
Three days later the new clothes
were ready; the Chevalier di Leon
paid for them in gold. It did not mat
ter that the mint stamp was quite old;
indeed, some were of the nineteenth
century, and none of the pieces were j
later than 1919. The curious little;
tailor noticed this fact, also; he shook
his head again, but kept quiet. That
quality was still golilcn.
The same evening the stranger left
by the slow local train for Munich,
that old art center. He selected a
promising hotel and was soon settled
for the night.
Upon his inquiry for the quickest I
route to Berlin the Aero-Electric Line
was suggested. It made the trip in
six hours. “It. is quite ingenious,”
thought the chevalk-r. Four tremen
dous cigar-shaped aluminum balloons
were attached to each other; the
whole aerial train was at least 500
yards 1 ng. The firs and the last bal
loons had very high powered dynamos,
and both were connected with some in
genious device to the rail that was
supported ~>n tall iron columns.
“Not . bad : lea, ' thought the chev
alier as ne mounted -he Aero-Electro
the next morning. “It is i i some way
similar to the old el-otric car system;
they economize on the rails and the
roadbed, hut let me see—the gas?
Yes, it. pays, after all, and it is
quicker.”
Tug chevalier selected a place where
he was able to see both sides of the
train, and took out his iield glass. It
was cold on the upper deck, but he
did not pay much attention to that; lie
was too busy watching the country be
low.
He saw many interesting thing*
with his extromol" lowe.ful Jar.
at almost every town that they passed
he observed military maneuvers, not
withstanding (he cold -uni deep snow
"Oh, what a waste!’' he though!, then
retired into the liuy saloon, because
the wind bud risen and was unpleas
antly cold.
He sat down at. the reading table
and looked through a number of pen
odicals. There he found pictures of
almost all the mortarchs and also a
very good picture of Count von Wer
denstpin. Just below this picture was
an aiuicl" that did not speak very
highly of this genius. The paper was
ultra-sociallstically inclined, and the
article pointed out the futility of the
militarism of which the count was the
advocate.
The chevalier fook out his little note
book and wrote the name of the au
thor there. The paper was edited In
Berlin and he did not. anticipate much
trouble in finding Paul Kalmar through
the editorial office.
The aero train was half an hour late
on account of the high wind, but final
ly arrived.
The traveler took a taxicab and at
random told the chauffeur to drive to
the Metropole Hotel. It was one of
pho ojd-fashioned places left ever from
the nineteenth century, but it was. ex
cellently equipped with all modern im
provements.
The Chevalier di Leon did not stay
long in his rooms, hut after a short
consultation with the clerk left the
hotel and mingled with the crowds on
the street.
The beautifully decorated stores
showed Christmas splendors and lux
uries. The ancient beauty of the
town impressed him. At one end of
the park stood a magnificent eques
trian monument of colossal size. The
horse was hounding forward; the face,
with upturned mustache and tierce eye
was familiar. All the muses of art
and science were gathered about the
base in a fantastic hut expressive man
ner—but., in front of them, holding the
most prominent position, was i'.Iars!
The chevalier shrugged his shoulders:
“It does seem that monarchism cannot
exist without the sword.”
The palace guard marched by, a
company of the 221st infantry regi
ment. Their helmets glittered, they
wore grayish cuirasses, and carried
clumsy looking rifles; they had no
bayonets, but short pistols in their
belts. The music boomed in warlike
tones and the uniformed men ma:ched
in stiff, unnaturally long steps. The
chevalier shook his head again, and
turned sadly into a side street.
At the editorial rooms of the l'reua
Gedanken he gave his card to an at
tendant and asked to see Ilerr Paul
Kalmar. "Are you a poet?" the boy
asked inquisitively.
“No, indeed, not even an author."
This seemed to please the boy, who
hurried away; he soon came back with
a smile. “Third door to the right.”
The next moment Chevalier dt Leon
stood before Ilerr Paul Kaltpar, who
invited him to be seated. The ultra
socialist was a mild, calm giant with
very light brown hair, hut his green
ish eyes held sparks of courage and
dogged determination.
The tall chevalier seemed to im
press him favorably, and he listened
with a quiet .air.
“I have come from afar to see you,
Herr Kalmar. I read your article
about Cotint von Werdenstein. and as
I have an idea that probably will in
fluence the count to preach peace in
stead of war, I wish you would kindly
listen to me and give me your advice.”
“I also am a man who wants peace,
Chevalier di Leon, and I will be glad
to discuss that theme with you; if you
will give me a few minutes’ time I will
take you to the Cafe American and
we can talk and eat at the same time 1
“I am sure it will please me very
much.”
Half and hour later they were on
“What Is Your Intention?”
the balcony of the famous Cafe Amer
lean in a cosy corner anion? the
palms and vines.
The big German ordered an coicu
rean lunch with Mosel wine; he list
ened attentively and ate with a relish
The chevalier's words seemed to meet
with his approval.
“To prove my good will, to win hi?
influence, I am willing to give him 'he
secret of gold manufacturing."
These words were said so enthusins
tically that, a beautifully dressed worn
an who sat at the neighboring table
looked up from her plate and gazed
at -'he bright-eyed chevalier.
“Not so loud, my dear man, not sc
loud; even the walls have ears.”
The advice enmo somewhat late, foi
the woman already bad noted the
chevalier’s words, and now ch<
watched them from hen ath her !• ng
silky ev< I:.: l- s. but it w, .i in vain; sue
outd not h . r a; c m i word.
After the long lunch !ierr Kill;, e
and the chevalier entered a taxicab.
“To the palace of the honors Ida
chancellor, Count von Werdenstein,”
thundered Kalmar in the ear of the
taxi driver.
Mr. Kalmar seemed to know how to
reach his excellency, the Iron handed
chan ■ !lor an a ^..rgcously liveried
attendant soon conducted them into
the presence of the man they sought.
Chevalier dl Leon stopped for a mo
ment when he beheld 'he man whoso
face he had seen only in print; ho
stopped with a trace of caption in his
manner.
The count's face was diet orbed for a
second, when his own cold blue eyes
met the gray ones; they clashed liko
two swords, both blades keen, hard
and elastic.
“Chevalier di Leon?”
The chevalier bowed.
“Your business must be very impor
tant. since you ask to see me ir. my
private residence.
“It is, your excellency, and as I
know your time is valuable I shall not
delay you long."
"Please! ”
The chevalier took n small package
v'-Qin hi§ BQSket and unwrapped it*