MUNICIPAL OFFICERS
Mayor, M. L. Arnold,
Recorder, E. W. Magness,
Treasurer, O. F. Craig,
Marshal, Walter Paseoe,
Aldermen:- F. C. Hoyt, 11. B. Ad
ams, G. O. Magness, C. M. Edwards
and W. C. Minis.
Council meets first Monday night in
•each month.
CH URCHES
Ip- Methodist church, services at 11, a.
* m and 7:30 p. in. the second and fourth
Sundays in each month. Rev. C. H.
Newman, pastor.
Baptist church, services at 3 p. rn.
Saturday before tirst Sunday, and
a. m. first Sunday in each month.
Ilev. W. P. Jackson, pastor.
Christian church, services tirst and
third Sundays in each month at 11 a.
sn. and 7:30 p. m. Rev. J. H. McDon
ael, Pastor.
KKATKUM T1KS
Dannelly Chapter R. A. M. meets
'third Saturday night. I. C. Nuckolls,
K. Ii. I’.; T. H. Dealing, Sec.
Newark Lodge F. & A. M. No. 248
ineets second Saturday night. H. K.
NlcHenry, W. M.: J. T. Tharp, Sec.
Newark Encampment I. O. O. F. 42
meets second and fourth Wednesday
nights. (). O. .Moss, C. I1.; G. L. Fink,
Scribe.
Newark Camp W.O.W. No. 288 meets
second and fourth Tuesday nights in
month. C. ,1. Magness, C. C.; j. T.
Thar]). Clerk.
Newark (Dove W. C. No. *7 ineets
first and tliirri Tuesday nights. Mrs.
' . M. Edwards, Guardian; N. A.
Speed, Clerk.
Newark Lodge I. O. O. F. No. 2<>.'l
meets the first and third Wednesday
nights. .1. W. Stone, N. G : T. M.
Harrelson, Secretary.
Banner llebekah Lodge No. 1">
meets every Saturday afternoon at ;t
rdock. Mrs, T.Raney, N. G.; Mi>s
Lucy Lawton, secretary.
Independence Lodge No. 2-'17it K.
L. of II. meets first and tnird Monday
nights in each month. E. M. Kdgar,
Protector; Zed Griffith, Secretary.
A. A. HENDERSON
Notary Public
-"s Makes a specialty of
Writing and Correcting Deeds.
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The morning he had dropped down
beside her, as she sat aloof from the
I hospital inmates in her special corner
ol the portico, he was awaiting direc
tions for his day's tramp.
She had suddenly felt herself a
ghost chained to a walking cough, but
with strength still left to creep into
the sunshine and watch the passing of
this vivid, eager eyed, sun-browned
young woodsman.
His eyes had paid irresistible tribute
to the wistful glance front her eyes,
1 and when he leit, the violets that he
held in his hand as he waited, toying
with them idly, lay on the chair be
side her. Vaguely moved and feeling
that something in each had crossed
the bar of sunlight that lay on, the
floor between them and touched in
greeting, she had lifted the frail
woodland violets and pinned them on
her gown.
Impelled by be hardly knew what
impulse, the doctor of the mountain
top hospital had been watching Miss
Carleton as she read a letter. For
a month he had been watching her.
Women were not much in his line—he
hated the symptoms they poured over
him and fled from them, and their lo
quacity—but the silence of this wo
man who asked no questions but sat
day after day, her listless hands fold
ed, her listless eyes on the shining
ranges that lost themselves in the sky,
Irritated him.
Miss Carleton laughed—a low little
laugh.
The doctor looked at her dumbly.
He hadn’t heard her laugh before, and
he‘wanted to say that he had been
feeling old;.that the gray hairs thick
ening in his dark thatch had depressed
him vaguely; but, that it was all a
mistake; that lie was deliriously
young, bubbling with youth and buoy
ancy since—since a moment before
when she had laughed.
‘'Violets,” the uoctor said maybe
two weeks later. "Aren't they com
ing pretty often? The women here
say you get them every day. I’m
glad they're interested in your affairs
—anything is belter for them than
tending over those eternal waists they
embroider.”
"To wear in heaven," Miss Carleton
flung tn saucily.
“And it relieves me from talkinc
cough to them—1 get mighty tired of
talking cough. I’d rather hear about
letters that come every day; rather
smell violets—”
But Miss Carleton was gone.
“You’re laughing,” she complained
tc the violets, having reached the
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"SENDING ME BACK?”
safety of her own room. “I never
meant to do it. I didn't care, really I
didn’t, if the valley brimmed over
with men who wanted to make me less
lonely. But I couldn’t resist you. I
had to write a wee note when you
came—and then— You may put your
naughty faces together and laugh if
you like. It’s just that I'm lonely,” she
whispered. “It’s unbearable, the lone
liness—since 1 no longer have my work.
I wonder?”
June came and drifted away; July
was ushered in; the summer rested on
the mountain-top, like a full tide that
has no ebb, and, as day followed day,
wheeling on, more than one mountain
top dweller saw the change in Miss
i t'arleton.
"How strong she is growing; how
, beautiful!” they would say as she
passed. And it was true. Dnder the
influence of the letters that were laid
at her plate morning after morning,
from a man whose very name was
unknown to her. ior he signed himself
simply, “The Man in the Valley,” her
nature was sweetening, seeding at its
core for larger, dearer life.
“Did you ever write letters to a
woman you idealized. Dr. Herbert?”
“In my Lochinvar days, Miss Carle
J ton,” the doctor said.
“And did something come between
i you? And did it hurt so? Is that
why you lert a dir city practice and
came 5,000 feet up to minister to ugly
coughs?”
"No,” said the doctor, gravely. "I
had a better reason. Isn’t making
you well and sending you back reason
enough for my be'ng here?”
“Sending me hark?” in sudden ter
ror. “But I’m not going! I ate my
heart out to go back when I came, but
now—now—”
When the silence grew heavy be
tween them the doctor spoke again.
"I once knew a chap who wrote letters
V» a woman—a white slip of a woman
whom he didn't idealize,” he said,
"lie didn't know he loved her at hrsL
The whole sweep ui his life was away
Horn women. But this girl was so 1
louely, so pathetic somehow, that he
iound himseit writing these letters to
Per almost before be Knew it. He hail
an idea, a theory—he was a great chap
lor theories—and he kept himself in
the background, lie asked nothing of
the girl, lie—”
"He blundered!” she cried. “Sup
pose the woman Lad never had a
lover, suppose the sweep ot her lile 1
haa been away from men, that she ;
had been so busy that she had never
thought of one until she got those
letters.”
"Child!” The doctor spoke sharply.
"Suppose through the whole long j
wonderful summer-time she had reared
Ler Joy castle, at first afraid it would
vanish like the bubbles she had blown j
in childhood, until she had come to
believe in the writer of those letters
wfth the same terrible, childlike faith |
she gave to her Cod—”
"Child, child,” the doctor implored
her.
With a little unsteady laugh Miss
Carleton got to her feet. "How that
big moon stares," she said. "Wouldn’t !
vou like to climb on its chin and sail
to your Heart’s Desire? Haven’t you
a land of Heart’s Desire, doctor?”
She leaned and looked deep into the
moon-filled, sleeping valleys as she
spoke.
The doctor triau to ‘answer. He
urew back into the shadows as she j
said good-night. He had seen a wo
man's soul, and the sight had shaken
him.
Not many days later a fairy-tale
happening came to Mary Carleton in
the shape of a telegram that told her
ol the death of an old great-aunt and
the arrival of a fortune, all in a breath.
The doctor came back from the
valley settlement, where he had been
visiting a patient, to hear the story
and slip away from everybody. In
the quiet of his den, with the little
fire on the hearth fighting the grow
ing dusk, he tried to realize what life
Would be with the glory gone out of it.
A log broke and fell, shattering his I
reverie. The tire leaped, and she
came swiftly down the room to drop
into a chair beside him and nestle
there as If she meant to stay indefi
nitely.
"It has been a discipline—waiting
for that fortune, she said cheerfully. |
"Many’s the time I’ve defied fate with
it when I’ve been so hungry. Cocoa
and toast for breakfast, toast and j
cocoa for lunch and my great-aunt's
fortune for dinner. How the money
has changed things,” in sudden gaiety.
"I’m not going to ride on the moon’s
chin. It wouldn t. be dig*nified for an
heiress.”
"Don't you ever mean to grow up?” j
The doctor's lips twitched in a way
that would have gone straight to a
woman's heart if she had loved him.
“I’m grown up,” contentedly. “I'm
i
“And I’m not loss than 15 more,” !
miserably.
“Are you?” politely. “I could never
no arithmetic.” The laughing shaft of
ler dark eyes struck straight into the
middle of a heart that wasn’t aging,
and the blood that wasn’t jaded,
although the doctor had tried so hard
to think so, pounded and leaped, hot
and strong.
The doctor caught her hand In a
grasp that hurt her.
“I’ve been a brute,” he cried. “I
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Raw that fellow leave tnc violets mere,
and it came to me to try the experi
ment. I believed to interest, you in
anything, anybody, was to save you.
There was no other way to woo you
back to life. I saw no other way.
Child, child, 1 never meant to hurt
you! That first little letter—heart
broken that you'd had to let go and
come away from your work—touched
me. You know the rest. I've tried to
tell you—a hundred times. As it was
I felt that I had struck you—had
struck a little, trusting child.”
He flung out his hands in tortured
helplessness. “Say something! Com
fort me—if comfort is left in the
world!”
But there was silence In the room
the twilight h id claimed.
The doctor’s head went down. He
had a new strange sense of utter
desolation.
"Don’t you understand yet? There’s
no man in the valley. There never
was. I wrote those letters. I sent
those violets. To save your very
life.”
A low little laugh had shattered the
room’s tense stillness and rippled over
him.
“But,” her voice, very small and
shamed and g'dnen with content,
whispered, as she came close, close,
till the marvelous softness of her
cheek brushed his. “but—since yester
day I’ve known—there’s one—on the
mountain-top.”
Not All Dead.
‘‘Dead little town you've got here,
isn’t it?” said the passenger with the
heavy watch chain, as he ordered a
cup of coffee and a sandwich at t.hfe lit
tle eating house near the railway sta
tion.
“Yes. sir,” answered the man behind
the lunch counter. "Nobody ever
comes here but body snatchers or poor
relations of the deceased. Which are
you —Chicago Tribune.
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