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Rev. W. T. King was at El Do
rado last Saturday.
Asa Ponder visited with friends
in E! Dorado Sunday.
Old newspapers for sale at the
News office for 15c per hundred.
Miss Celeste Smith, of Camden,
was the guest of her sister. Miss
Ruth, th'S w=ek.
Wood & Neel have employed A.
G. Griffin, of Wesson, as manager
of their livery stable.
E. T. Buchanan of Grand Rapids
Mich., was here this week visiting
his parents, Mr. and Mrs. E. E.
Buchanan.
The Woman's Home Mission So
ciety will give a supDer February
12th in the ladies' parlor at the
Union church.
J. W. Taylor and wife of Rose
bud, Texas, are here visiting their
'aughter, Mrs. C. B. Wood and
other relatives.
See A. G. Griffin at the livery
barn for garden plowing or stove
wood. Prompt work and quick
delivery. Phone No. 40.
Miss Lulu Belle Simonton re
turned to her home at Ruston, La.,
Monday after a visit here with her
sister, Mrs. D. A. Keasler.
Mrs. Joe Smith, who became de
mented last week, has been placed
in the hospital for nervous diseases
at Little Rock for treatment.
If you- want to enjoy a good
laugh, don't fail to hear Dr. H. W.
Seais. the famous humorist, at
Union churcn next Tuesday night.
Mrs. Dom Weller who has been
visiting" her brother, W. H. Greer,
foi .he past ten days, left Saturday
for Little Rock to visit her sister.
The third number of the Lyceum
course, Dr. H. W. Sears, the noted
humorist, will be at the Union
church Tuesday night, February
3rd._
Up to January 16th there were
15.720 bales of the last cotton
crop ginned in Union county, as
compared with 11.390 up to the
same date last year.
MiS’es Flora Cargill and Bettie
Collett arrived home Wednesday
afternoon from Valparaiso, Indiana,
where th< y have been attending
Valp raiso University.
A friend has invented a new way !
to clean a stovepipe. The pipe is
taken down. A cat is put in one
end of the pipe and a dog is called.
Presto, change! The pipe is clean. |
but the cat isn’t.
The following candidates fcr
county offices were in Huttig Tues
day night when the candidates for ;
chancellor spoke: B. F. Miles, for!
circuit clerk, and Walker Hudson j
and H. W. Goodwin, for county
clerk
A Kansas lawyer was much frus
trated the other day when he stood
before a jury ana began with the
customary salutation. "Gentlemen
of the Jury." Three of the jurors
were women, and it is said the at
torney, after realizing his error,
became so mixed in his argument
that he sat down in great embar
rassment.
The Woman's Home Mission So
ciety mat at the church Monday
afternoon, fourteen members being
present,. The meeting was con
ducted by Mr-. Cargill. Scripture
It-.son. i st chrpttr Si John. V
wer glad t ire M'ss Stewart as
a vi-..t i ne p- n m -ting i
e with Mrs. C Berry next M i
day. February 2nd. All membtn j
and visitors coadial'y invited.
If you can’t laugh, we would ad
vise you not to attend the lecture
of Dr. S°ars at Union church next
Tuesday night. He is that funny
that you cannot help but laugh.
The Missionary Union met at
the church Tuesday afternoon with
fifteen members and one visitor
present. Meeting opened by sing
ing "He Is So Precious to Me."
Scripture reading, 37th Psalm, fo'
lowed by prayer, after wh ch we
took up our Bible study, which was
enjoyed by all. Closed by chain of
prayer. Next Tuesday being our
business meeting, would like for
every member to be present.
The preliminary trial of W. T.
Sehon, his two sons. Gordan and
Ernest Sehon, the two May broih
ers and a young man named Farr,
charged with killing J. W. Hodge.
which was heard in the districts
court last Tuesday and Wednesday.
r°sulted in the judge granting the j
the three Sehons bail in the sum of
$3,000 each. The two May boys
and young Farr were exhonorated
as to the charge of conspiracy in
the case, but were held under bond 1
as material witnesses. Farmer-!
ville Gazette.
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.;e spectacles on cows
Merian Breeders Find Them Neces
aary Because of Radiance From
Snowy Plains.
Quaint industries thrive in unos
pected spots of our great manufac
turing areas, says an English pr.per.
Onn of the strangest is the making
if spectacles for cows.
Siberian farmers prove the chief
customers. On sunny days in spring
their tows are set fret? to wander
over the snowy plains. The reflec
tion of the solar rays from the snow
sets up a form of inflammation in
the animals.
An enterprising member of a Bir
mingham firm, while traveling
through Siberia, saw the opportunity
of trade, grasped it. and now his
firm are spectacle-makers-in-ehief to
nearly all the cows in Siberia. The
glasses are made of darkened glass,
fixed into leather frames, and are
held in position by straps extending
round the horns.
Tourists in the east like to secure
“real” Indian or Chinese idols to
bring home as trophies of their jour
neys. The wily Oriental has laid
himself out to cater for this demand,
but he has the “real’’ idols made
in bulk at wholesale prices in Eng
land.
The humble potato is put to some
surprising uses. Under one process
the outer skin is removed, the white
flesh is treated with sulphuric acid
and other chemicals, pressed by pow
erful hydraulic machinery into |
blocks which are cut and carved into
various shapes and sizes and sold j
“ivory.”
The keyboards of cheap pianos and j
organs are often made from the
“ivory,” and it thus happens the
people actually produce fairly r;
spec-table music through the me-ium
of the humble potato.
I
MAKING AN IMPRESSION.
“Your long speech did not make
▼erv interesting reading,” said t lie
cruelly candid friend.
“It wasn’t meant to,” replied Sen
ator Sorghum. “I try to make my
apeoihes long enough to appear im
portant, but not sufficiently interest
ing to invite criticism.”
BROAEW
JO/NL'5
FROM. Tflt PLAY OF
GEORGE M.COflAA
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EDWARD mRSttALL
kWU(1 PHOTOGRAPHS PROn SCCND ]|! TTIC PLAY
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SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER T— Jackson Jones, nicknamed
"Broadway,” because of his continual
jrlor fhntinn of New York’s great thor
oughfare, is anxious to get awav from Ida
home town of Jonesville. Abner Jones,
his uncle, is very angry because Broad
way refuses to settle down ami take a
place in the gum factory in which he suc
ceeded to Ids father’s interest.
CHAPTER II—Judge Spotswood Informs
H- ndway that $250,000 left hint by h's
father is at his disposal, Broadway
mal es record time in heading for ids fav
orite street in New York.
CHAPTER III—With Ids New York
friend. Robert Wallace. Broadway creates
a sensation bv his extravagance on the
White Way. Four years puss and Broad
way suddenly discovers llrat tie is not
only broke, but heavily in debt. He ap
plies to his uncle for a loan and receives
a package of chewing gum with the ad
vice to chew it and forget Ids troubles.
He quietly seeks work without success.
He had no profession, knew no
trade. Half crazed with the obsession
that he must no longer jn debt,
he decided to sell out the flat, dis
charge the servants and do menial *
labor. Running through the list of
his abilities he decided, with frank .
self-contempt, that about the best
v hieh he could do was help in a hotel
as bellboy. He knew’ too little about j
mathematics to keep hooks; lie never
would succeed ns desk-clerk. Rut he
could not living himself to try to get
a job of that sort—It would tod often :
bring him Into contact with the folk
he knew.
One nfternoon, while wandering in .
an aimless funk upon a side street, he
saw a eard in front of an apartment |
hon.=e announcing that an elevator boy
was wa ited. He rushed in with alac
rity and determination—and at the
very threshold met Mrs. Gerard, who
had been calling on a friend there. In
stead of asking for the job he took
a drive with her.
It was while this drive progressed
that the sordid, vicious tempter def
| nltely seized him in his toils. The an
; cient but vivacious dame was very
affable—most agreeable indeed. Sirs
was not motherly: she was flirtatious.
And she accompanied h°r ooquetr' by
a shrewd exposition of the magnitude
I of her unquestionably enormous
wealth. It staggered him.
If he had not at the moment had a
simple little Josie Richards’ letter in
his pocket he might have been swept j
tinder. A thousand times lie had dis- 1
covered the necessity of assuring him
self, as he traveled up and down
Broadway. that he did not care for
Jcsie Richards. She was not the sort I
of girl who captivated one who knew j
life as he knew it; she was dear, but
she was simple, unsophisticated am. J
what he most admired was wide so
phistication; he tlwmght as little of
her as he could, but now she popped j
into his mind and made him edge away
from the aged, wealthy w idow.
When he went back to the flat he j
found awaiting him m»w sheafs of,
hills, ndiie pressing him- mere state j
ments. The rumor had not started j
that he was not good pay. Broadwat I
still delightful in him, still endeavored j
♦ o induce him to accept its credit. This i
gave him new distress; he knew him j
self—he knew he would go out that i
night and run more debts.
Suddenly he knew what to do. It j
came to him without an effort of the 1
brain. It was a tragic inspiration.
Without a word to Rankin, stealthily !
and secretly, he went forth into th<'
nfternoon in fiis smart runabout, still
driven by the taxi-cabman, who now j
regarded him with something akin to I
worship, and sought a gunshop and a
chemist's.
In the former he made purchase of a
large, grim, bluerl-steel automatic pis
tol of the largest caliber they had jn
stock, and secured one box of cart
ridges. It seemed a waste of money,
which by rights was definitely the |
property of creditors, to buy /so many
cartridges, for he should need but one;
However, he feared that to ask for one !
would pin attention to him and frus
trate what he had in mind, so he put
the heavy box into his pocket. It
made it sag outrageously, which very
much annoyed hint. No man on
Broadway was more careful of his
clothes. But what, after all, did a
Eagged pocket matter now?
At the chemist’s he secured an ounce
of bichloride of mercury, which had
been fashionable of late among smart
suicides. He had no difficulty in ob
taining It. This eased him anil a fur
ther satisfaction grew out of the fact
that (hough it h Id potentialities as
deadly as the automatic gun and cart
ridges could hold it made a little pack
age, not heavy in the least, and so
did not sag the other pocket, where he
placed it very carefully.
As he whirled uptown In the run
about he frequently felt of the deadly
things. ^
He liked the feel of neither of them.
The revolver was so hard and bitti
ness-like, the pill bottle was so slip
pery, so cold and heartless! What an
end was this for Broadway Jones!
Again seated in the lit tie study, he
solemnly reviewed hisJife. He saw no
points at which *he had made very
great mistakes, save the important one
oT thinking that a quarter of a million
is a lot of money in New York.
“I've been nothing but a piker,” be
reflected, “and I've acted like the !
trade-marked article. I ought to get
it in the neck and 1 am going to got it
in the neck.''
. This unpleasantly reminded hint and
he caressed the neck wherein he was I
to get it. Never, in the past, when
he had used that slang expression had
it really suggested liis own neck to
him or any other actual neck. Now i
it made his tlosh creep and his blood |
run cold behind his collar.
“Well, here goes!’’ lie whispered. ‘
and took out a pill, after, ards arrang
ing the revolver, which was already }
loaded.
He hold the pill between the fingers I
of a tremulous left hand; gripped in *
his faltering right he held the weapon i
“He^e goes!” he said again—ami
Rankin rapped upon the door.
Hastily he hhl the dreadful e\ \
•knees of his dire intention.
“Come in!" he feebly called.
Hankin brought him a pink envelope
upon a little silver tray. Hankin was j
most careful to bring everything upon |
; trav. Proadway steadfastly main
tained that if a drowning man asked
Rankin to bring help he would first
go to get a tray to take it to him on
The pink envelope was marked with \
an elaborate monogram, of which the j
dominant letter was a “G." It was !
from her whom he had left so short a ,
time before. Mrs. Gerard, by means
of it. implored him to become a mem
ber of a thpater and supper party for
that evening. The note almost was
affectionate.
The theater and supper parties were
to both occur in Broadway! Ah.
Broadway! It would be hard to leave
it by the chilly by-path, death, which
leads out of the light into the shad
ows!
It occurred to Broadway Jones that
he might decently accept this ftrvtta
tion, even if the crowd which she
would have would probably be not
quite to his liking. Ah, there were
crowds upon the thoroughfare he i
loved which were so fully to his lik
ing!
And then another plan flashed into
his mind. Why not give a farewell
supper? fdo one but himself would
know it was a farewell supper—all the
rest would think it just the best af
fair of man} fine affairs which Broad
way Jones had given. The restaurant
which gave it would be paid undoubt
edly out of the residue of his estate,
and if there wasn't any residue the
restaurant, could well afford to lose. It
hud many thousands of his money.
He would make this dinner—no; it
would he better to make, it a supper—
the finest little supper which had yet
electrified Broadway. It should'
spark le, it should fizz, it should re
'.ouud with joyful chords and merry
laughter; in short that supper should
achieve the limit and surpass it. Then
would he he more content to go.
He looked the poison and the fire |
arm carefully in a desk drawer. He '
called Rankin, and, to that staid set v i
ant's great delight, made out the list
of invitations to the wildest supper
he had ever planned; lie'telephoned ti I
hi:- good friend, the restaurateur. Ke
turning to the stujjy he took the poi j
son and the pistol from the drawer
and put them In another. The second
drawer had two locks, while the first
drawer had but one. He refused again j
to think about them until after he had j
gi.en the extraordinary supper.
CHAPTER IV.
The asphalt glittered with the glaz- !
of recent rain, reflecting counties:
lights of many colors. The sidewalks
crowded with gay theatergoers, wen
p.s colorful and animated as the ehatip
ing figures of a child’s kaleidoscope
and he smiled at them. Even the odot
of burned gasoline which drowned th<
peifume of fair women’s presents
seemed as frankincense and ntyrrh to
him—for this was Broadway, the be
loved thosoughfare.
And was it not. to be his last night
in its glitter, his last hearing of its i
medley, his last glimpsing of its nerv i
ous gaiety? He smiled—-the wan sniilr j
of the prisoner who sens bis friend:
and joys in them before he march'
to the guillotine,
In the restaurant there was obvious
stir when he arrived. There alwa; s
was a stir in restaurants when he ai
med. With a practiced and a clever'
eye he examined with great cure the j
private dining-room wherein was to he
sung the swan-song of Ids spendthrifti
ness. It was extremely well arranged,
the table was a dazzling sight, the j
flowers were gorgeous and of all-per
vading fragrance, tlie* colored cand’e
sha.les cast a subdued, artistic glow
upon the whole. The head waiter
himself, his neck enchained in sign
of office, was in personal control of;
details, his staff had been well picked
from Broadway’s favorites among sub
ordinates; a very pretty girl, who
smiled at Broadway sweetly, wistfully,
as a peasant maid might smile at a
crown prince, was ready to accept and
check the ladies' wraps, while the
small hoy in buttons, who was to sort ;
and eiore the outer garments of the
gentlemen, was ready with bright eve'.
—and itching palrns.
The party arrived promptly, coming
in a bunch ami greeting Broadway va
i otisly from die firm and hearty hand
clasp of Bol) Wallace, to the merry
l.iss of Inez Vasquez Marquez, Span- j
ish dancer, born in Keokuk, who would 1
leave early so that she might dance
late on the hill at the Spring harden. |
There was a flutter with the entrance
of .Mrs. Gerard, for, as ever, she j
brought with her her own maid, while '
her footman waited in the corridor,
rot for emergencies, hut for appear
ances.
I!nr once pretty but now age-puck
ered face had been as thoroughly con
cealed as possible with various expen
sive s..b«tanees which are found In
beaut,' parlors, and her hair was prob
ably the most costly in that part of
town that night, and this is saying
much, for very costly tresses some
times dc.-k the fair on Broadway.
The restaurant hail wrought evi
dences of it'* pride in Its allegiance to
Dread way’s favorite delicacy. A gi
gantic floral lobster occupied the cen
ter of the table, its antennae extend
ed toward the host, one of its daws
stretched toward the seat reserved for
Mrs. Oerard. the other somewhat lesa
fond of the ladies, fer it .'earned huu
■rily toward Bob Wallace's place. At
each lady's place were littie lobsters,
nicely wrought of gold, with jeweled
eyes, for each male gnest a silver cig
arette case had been fashioned into
lisconsolate lobster's* shape with
mrled-up tail and drooping claws d<
v'outly folded on its breast.
Broadway was a perfect host, he
uahle, easy, readier to listen than
iticlalm, full of admiration for the
adies, full of the perfection of good
sllowshlp for his men guests.
At first he found it difficult to put
out of his mind the thought that, this
would be the last of all his gorgeous
nights oti Broadway. The notion
fought for permanent position in his
head that after these wild hours he
would be as far from Broadway as that
earnest cow-explorer which was cred
ited with having first laid out the
street. The thought continually ob
truded that this must be to him a
funeral, not a festal feast. His hand
shook as he raised his glass to the
first toast.
Visions of that hlued-steel automatic
pistol and that bottle with Its crimson
label floated momently before his eyes.
Ah, that steel was not the blue of
the diaphanous gown which the pretty
Winter Harden dancer wore across the
table from him; oh, how the red of
Mrs. Gerard.
thsit red label differed from the red of
the red roses' It was not at all the
red of the red lobster!
In his dining he had reached that
tago where over-stimulated emotion
found an outlet in the bitterest self
condemnation which he yet had man
: ged to evolve since the beginning of
his self-condemnatory days- that is.
since he hail been awakened to tb<> j
realization of the disappearance of his |
patrimony and the utter hopelessness
of everything, lie looked at the great
decoration in the center of the table
and said gravely, so that all might I
bear, although he was addressing no
one but the lobster:
“You may be big, old chap, hut I
know a bigger lobster than you ever
were.”
It happened at that instant that a
pause bad come In the excited .it"
ousness about him—one of those brief,
unexpected silences which never fail
r.t least once in every dinner-party, to
reveal to everyone some saying which \
the sayer wished to have unheard 1>
the majority. Always it Is something
awkward, inadvertent, stupid or un
wholesome which is thus made h'a
tantly the property of everybody’s
ears. This night it was our young
host’s confidential statement to the*
great, rctl decorative lobster in the
center of iris dinner table.
There was a chorus of Infiuiry. If
Dread why knew a bigger lobster,
who was lie. and where?
“Be careful, Broadway! Don’t name
any fiieiu: of ours! We'd get peevish,
for that is—some—lobster."
“Who is It, Broadway?"
“Name. Broadway; name!" demand
ed the whole tableful.
Gloomy and dissatisfied with, that
life which he loathed to quit, yet felt,
that he could Dot continue. Broadway
rose and bowed. “I’m It!" he an
swered. “I.-’
Protests chorused.
“What hard-hearted girl lias turned
you down. Broadway?" ashed llj* love
ly Inez.
“Who Is it, Broadway? Who could
possibly have the heart or been the
fool to do it?”
Mrs. Gerard, big neighbor, bent on
him a glance so languishing that he al
most had to turn his face away.
“No girl has ever turned me down,”
he said, endeavoring to be gay. "No
girl has ever had a chance to turn me
down. I mean—”
Realizing that, this did not sound
gallant being instinctively, by nature,
a gallant, he would have modified it
IT he could, but the howl of approba
tion which arose from all the men. the
chorus of mock criticism which srose
from all the women, drowned his voice.
Prom all the women eioept one. That
one sat on his right, that woman was
a widow and was wor-h a million.
“No girl could turn yon down,” she
murmured.
Ah. that thought which so repeat
edly had teetered in hie brain! Here
were millions which admired him!
Here were mllilnns which would pay
ihe debts which had piled up. which
would make the bottle with the
■•rini8on label and the weapon with the
b'lied-steel barrel quite unnecessary'
Mere were millions which would aolve
'he last one of his difficulties and for
hich. if he accepted them, he couid
jffer adequate return in a devotion
hich should be at once that Qf a son
"r an indulgent mother aDd a near
■ owned man for his rescuer! Wbf
iot? Why not? Why not marry Mr*.
lerard ?
“No girl could turn you down,” had
Seen her words.
In the hurly-burly of the questions
and the answers, the frolic and the
nonsense, he scarcely had an ■opportu
nity to speak to her in tender words,
but he answered her by scribbling on
her menu card:
“Couldn’t you?”
He felt, certain that she g**flf.i with
pleasure.
“Why do you say such things?" she
scribbled.
“Because I love you,” the unfortu
nate youth answered.
“I love you, too," she scribbled in
! reply. *
| “What sort of game are you two
I playing there?” demanded Robert Wal
lace gaily.
“Don't Interrupt, Bob,” Broadway or
dered. “It’s a new kind of game of
> hearts, it's played with menu cards.
i Shut up?”
He turned again to his delighted, if
ancien* partner in the novel pastime.
“It can’t be true," he scribbled.
“It is true,’’ she wrote.
“Will you marry me?" he scrawied.
With a coy look at him w hich made
him feel a little faint, but without an
instant’s hesitation, "Yes," she an
swered.
It was tremendously to the relief of
the young host that Boh Wallace, at
about this moment, rose and said that
he must leave.
It seemed to Broadway that the
others mattered less. For Wallace hts
affection was so genuine that it includ
ed an intense desire to bold the man’a
respect. Sighing with relief he called
the major domo to his side as soon aa
Boh had gone and whispered lo him
that all glasses must be filled. With
the Intense alacrity which the youthful
spendthrift's orders were everywhere
observed along Broadway, this was at
tended to. and he rose to his feet
with all the dignity he could command,
“Friends,” he said, "I want to tell
you something. I want to tel> you of
my luck.”
■'1r it a hard lurk story, BroadwayT*
someone asked.
“Kr—)rs,” said lie. • “I mean—'•
“.larkaon!" said a soft voice (imp
haps a little cracked) close at his sid*
with something of reproach in it,
"For the lady,” h« liagtilv lorre'fed,
"Hard luck for the lady. I ni- I'm gor
ing to lie married.”
The men shouted and there rrs
more than one among the Incites who
were seriously agitato,!: (heir number
being co-equivalent to the nuiube1' who
themselves at one time or another had
had hopes of winning Broadway and
his millions for their very own.
Everywhere a limit him roe* the
shout: "Who is she. Ltroadwary y»m*J
Xante!"
Me swayed (Imre on his feet, a some.,
wltat sickly ,smile upon his face, hie
hand elaborately spilling cha'mtggne
on ilia shirt front, a fact of which h*
was in ignorance and which no on*
noted for a time, it was Mrs Uerard
who called attention to it by elabo
rately dabbing at him with her hand
kerchief.
There were proprietary details »r»n
of movement of her hands and some
shrewd wits suspected for an instant,
even though they put the wild idea
from thcnt as absurd befor* It gained
firm foothold in their minds.
"Who is she, Broadway? Name?
Name! Name!” the shouts insisted.
“Ones*!" said Broadway strangely.
He felt leas worry than he would
have felt before he had imbibed the
last few glasses of champagne. He
had been drinking very busllv sine*
the dreadful thought had been put Into
execution: He had he»n certain he
would need some 8r*ifl• a 1 courage ■
Ir gathered in his soul and helped
hi u fashion hh extraordinary jumle-i—
vacuous and frenpiJnUS, but-potie* the
less a tfrMte.
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