Democtali atc Belletonte, Pa., March 3, 1916. The Governor’s Lady. [Continued from page 6, Col. 3.] “What?” Strickland almost shouted, completely astounded. “But—but it can’t be done,” Merritt was so excited now that he stuttered his words. : “It can’t be done,” echoed Hunt. He was well paid for being an echo. “Our best people live there,” pro- tested Merritt. “1 live there,” Hunt added, wich ac: cumulated emphasis. “All of us,” Merritt continued, “take pride in the view along the water front. It’s damnable. Why, out of common decency, man— What do you want of factories, anyway?” he de- manded, completely angered and out of patience. Slade’s voice was almost a drawl, it was so low-pitched and so provok- ‘ingly calm. “Why didn’t you and your associates protect your holdings?” he inquired. “How'd we know a man with mil lions would come along and buy up the whole beach?” Merritt's wrath was getting beyond the control that Katherine's presence demanded. | Daniel Slade. “Slade, if you persist in this,” he thundered, “I'm going to take off my coat and hit back. My paper has an enormous outside circulation, and I'll baste you once every day. If you pro- pose running for governor, you won't get one vote in your own town. And in one month, or less, you'll find San Francisco has a gorgeous climate.” Slade was unperturbed by Merritt's threats or Merritt’s bulldozing. “All right, Merritt,” he advised, good-na- turedly, “go ahead with your paper, I'll take my chances.” “You will, eh?” Merritt's tone was ominous. “What sort of factories are yon going to build?” “Well,” drawled Slade, coolly, “I was thinking of putting up glue factories!” “Glue!” The one word jumped from everyone’s mouth at once. “Glue!” they all repeated, and looked at each other in consternation. “The h—1 you say,” then remember: ing himself. Strickland.” “It can’t be done,” Merritt went on. “You can’t build glue factories here,” and he emphasized every word with an angry shake of his finger. “By God, you—" He broke off as he saw Bob Hayes stride into the room. Hayes, as Slade’s lawyer and almost a member of the family, had the entree to the house at all times. “Here's my lawyer,” remarked Slade, dryly, “ask him.” “Of course it can be done,” Hayes informed them, convincingly. “It’s per- fectly legitimate.” Then, as if to dismiss a perfectly obvious subject, he turned to the girl, who had been enjoying every point that Slade had scored. Katherine’s eyes lighted with warm welcome. It was the first time she had seen Hayes since she had re- turned. He was the man she had once wanted to marry, once before her father had given -her the choice of Hayes or a finishing school in Paris and a tour of Europe. Now she greeted him with cordial friendship, but with none of the sweet tenderness he might have expected from her. Once she had looked up into his eyes and thought him a god. Now, her eyes blinded by the glare of ambition, she saw only a “I beg your pardon, Miss good looking chap, a struggling law- | yer, a man who hadn’t made any par- | ticular mark in the world. She re- turned Hayes’ burning, penetrating gaze with cool, unruffled frankness. In another moment she had turned from him and was earnestly watching Slade, listening to his every word with eager intentness, “You see, I'm a very simple sort of fellow,” Slade was saying, “don’t drink —don’t smoke—don’t keep yachts or horses, don’t keep we—-" he stopped in his oft-repeated formula as he remem- bered Katherine's presence, “don’t - keep horses, so I must do something, ‘use? as I was saying to Mrs. Slade today. I don’t want to bother my neighbors, so I'll build high chimneys, so the smoke won’t trouble you much. I'm of course,” and he paused and sur- veyed the group about him with a com- placent elevation of his eyebrows, “that is, unless you gentlemen can keep me busy in some other way. I'm a very active man.” :hen for her. He was eager to show aer just how much they two together sould make out of life, a big, fine fight ; tor position and power. going into the glue business. That is, | Katherine leaned forward with tense. : expression to see how the man’s op- ponents would take his game. The, senator was smiling, Merritt tapping; his foot restlessly. “Well, boys, it looks as though he, hed us—strong?”’ Strickland broke the; silence. “Glue! Whew!” “Are we going to be had?” demanded: Merritt, testily, “are we going to stand, for this holdup?” and he turned dis- gustedly toward the door. “Don’t you think we’d better keep: Mr. Slade busy in some other way,” Strickland repeated. “lI don’t,” Merritt flung back over his shoulder as he left the room, fol-i lowed, as usual, by Hunt. Merritt’s hasty departure was the signal for Katherine to adjust her: wraps and remark: “We must be late, for Tristan.” Hayes followed her. “I must see you, alone, Katherine. You're still free— there’s no foreigner on the scene, is there, Katherine?” “Bob,” Katherine's voice was sweet but firm. “I don’t think I shall ever marry now—" “Oh, nonsense,” he protested. “No,” even more positively. “The more I see of men—but what's the There never was but one man! I could have got on with, and I didn’t happen to live in his time.” “Who was the boy?” Hayes asked, lightly. “Strange,” Katherine replied, pen- sively, “I’ve just been talking about him—Napoleon Bonaparte.” “Oh, Lord—that fellow.” Hayes was much relieved. “Can I have tomor- row evening?” “Yes—if you—yes—tomorrow eve- ning, Bob.” Her voice lingered a bit on the Bob, and with quick impulsiveness Hayes caught her hand and kissed it. In another minute she had turned to Slade. “Oh, Mr. Slade, won't you let me make a head of you?” “A head of me?” Slade repeated in surprise. “Think it over,” Katherine sug- gested, as she and her father went out, leaving Hayes and Slade watching her proud, graceful figure until it disap- peared from view. Slade looked critically at Hayes for a moment or two after the girl had gone. “Oh, now I remember,” he suddenly exclaimed. “You're the chap she gave up for Paris a long time ago?” “When she was twenty-one and I was twenty-four and six feet one inch of a western lawyer, just out of the woods. How does Mrs. Slade take to this governorship business?” he fin- ished, abruptly. “She doesn’t take to it.” voice was hard. “] was afraid she wouldn’t.” “Well, nobody’s going to stand in my way.” A malignant light showed in his eyes. “My boy, I'm out to win.” ; In spite of the fact that he was in full evening attire, he thrust his hands into his pockets and almost strutted about the room. “I outgeneraled that crowd here tonight. By God, I did! Do you know—?” He paused in his walk and looked down on Hayes’ six feet sprawled over one of the brocaded chairs—“there’s just a little drop of that fellow—Napoleon Bonaparte—in me!” “Napoleon Bonaparte got on by leaving a woman behind,” Hayes re- turned, seriously, refusing to enter into Slade’s spirit of self-satisfied good humor. “You mind your own d—n business, Bob,” Slade turned on him, suddenly. “All right—I’m off to the opera. I only meant that Napoleon was a bad boy for you to follow, because he treated his first wife like a dirty dish- rag. That's why I'm glad that second little Austrian hussy paid him back. That’s all. I love Mrs. Slade. When I was sick with fever in your mining camp she was a mother to me.” “Don’t forget that I made you,” Slade reminded him. “I,” and he tapped his chest. “I gave you your chance.” “I don’t. All the same I'd hate to see you elected, because of Mrs. Slade. It seems to be the regular thing, be- coming universal, for a very success- ful man to leave home the minute he’s on his feet. Good-night.” “One minute, Bob. You've given me a lot of good advice. I'll give you some. Are you in love with that girl?” “Yes,” Hayes grunted; “good night. is that all?” “No;” Slade paused, watching Hayes shrough narrowed eyelids. “That girl needs a large pie with every one of her fingers in it. Bob, I'm sorry for you. Your pie isn’t big enough.” “Well—it’s my pie. Good night,” and he was gone. After Hayes had gone, Slade sat, his arms resting on the table, staring into space. Every now and then the cor- gers of his mouth came dewn and his ayes narrowed. He was thinking of Katherine Strickland and Hayes. That woman for Hayes! Hayes must be a presumptuous pup to ever think of winning that queen. Such women were meant for the kings of the earth—not tor their hirelings. Suddenly Slade’s eyes lighted with the fire of decision. His mouth be- same a firm, straight line of deter- mination. There was something im- slacable and grim in his very attitude 18 the resolve to win Katherine Strick- :and became fixed in his mind. He ionged to hurry after her—to tell her sf his decision to fight, if not with, Slade’s 1 Even the thought of being governor | : was left in the distance as plan after olan raced through his mind, of greater | conquests and bigger achievements, | possible only with a woman like Kath- srine Strickland for his wife. So ab- : sorbed and intense were his thoughts of the future with her for the moment he forgot completely the woman who wife. In all his dealings he had never considered obstacles, except to sweep, them from his path. As he remem- bered the present and Mary, he never hesitated or faltered from his newly made resolution. Mary could go it alone. He would see that she had everything that money could buy. He would make her comfortable and take care of her. That she should be further considered never entered his mind. Always ruthless in his methods, he was equally cruel even when the obstacle to his advancement was a fragile little woman who had given him the best of her love and years and who would gladly have laid down her life to save his. It was not as if 2 sudden flame of intensive, overwhelming love for Kath- erine Strickland had surged through his heart. It was nothing as decent or as fine or as blameless as that. His whole attitude toward the girl was one of cold-blooded acquisition. He had determined to have her just as he had determined only last week to out- bid every other man at the rug auc: tion. He wanted her to take a place in his life because he knew what her value would be to him. He wanted her beauty, her brain, her savoir faire, as so many stepping stones by which to mount higher and higher in the affairs of the state and the nation. In spite of the fact that he criticized his wife’s lack of social graces, he was wise enough to know that he was far from a finished product himself. In spite of himself, traces of the par- venu occasionally showed through the veneer of bluff and arrogance. With a wife like Katherine he would soon come to know all the fine points of the social game. A wife like Katherine would cover up a multitude of his lit- tle sins of commission and omission. [Continued next week.] Yeats, Eminent Playwright, Has Great Confidence in the Develop- ments of the Future. Thomas Beecham, who took the chair when an address on “The Irish Theater” was delivered by W. B. Yeats at Sunderland house, according to the London Times, said the Irish theater was the mest remarkable dramatic theatrical phenomenon this country had seen for more than 200 years. “One phenomenon in the theater of our day is the great revival of roman- tic drama in ‘Europe. We see an ef- fort to establish what was known as English opera, and if that is success- ful it will do probably more tc re- establish the legitimate literary ro- mantic drama than anything else,” he’ declared. Mr. Yeats said the question was often asked, “What is a bad play?” His reply was that it was a play which depended for its success upon some temporary interest. The ma- jority of plays in London were of that character and would pass away be- cause they appealed to a temporary interest. It had been said that Ire- land did not read much; but in Ire- land they would find a tradition of spoken culture and unwritten litera- ture, and the Irish theater movement begun 15 years ago would not have been started had there not been con- fidence in that culture. Ireland was, of all countries, the least sentimental and one of the most passionate. He did not say that victory would come in their lifetime, or for two or three generations, but there would come a real national culture out of Ireland. Wife Filches His Robe. “Dawgone, I want my robe back!”" wailed Allan Shelden, resident of Grosse Pointe Shores, in police head: quarters, according to the Detroit Free Press. : “That was a fox fur robe worth $2,000,” continued Shelden. “I left it for a few minutes in my automobile in front of the county building, and now it’s gone. Get busy! Get some detectives and find it before my wife knows it’s gone or—good night!” Sympathetic clerks took down a de- scription of the valuable robe, and goon two detectives were on the trail. Shelden still stood by the desk, urg- ing haste. A woman had entered, carrying in her arms a robe. “] am Mrs. Shelden,” said the wom- an, smiling at the office force. “You see, I took the robe to give my hus- band a lesson. He's so careless about leaving it in the machine.” Shelden mopped his brow. Medical Lectures for Women. A working knowledge of medicine, “first aid” and personal hygiene is of- fered to women by the Woman’s Med- ical college, Philadelphia, which has outlined a series of lectures for wom- en outside the hospital. Dr. Clara Marshall, dean of the college, has charge of the lectures. Believing every woman should know how to render “first aid,” twelve talks, covering care of burns, fractures and simple surgery, have been arranged. A practical demonstration of various bandages and dressing, with oppor- tunity to practice, will be given in ten lectures, under the direction of Dr. Harriet L. Hartley, clinical professor of surgery. Dr. Mary P. Rupert will lecture on such conditions as heat prostrations, drowning and noisoning. | i | i | | { 1 i Times, ! months ago. { up with the abundance of their crop ! for 30 years had kept her place as his | D D | BUSINESS BOOMING IN IAPAK | | Long Spell of Depression Has Been: Good Times. Succeeded by Gratifying Era of i A ter a long spell of depression the tide has turned in Japan. “But for the . war and cheap rice,” says the Japan | “the turn would have come But the farmers make ! for the cheapness of the grain, and | the war itself has brought consider- dble prosperity to not a few lines of | industry and business, as the company | returns for the first half-yearly term | show. Compared with the preceding | term, 13 weaving companies saw an | increase of their profits by 340 per | cent, chemical industry companies by | 120 per cent, seven exchanges by 838 | per cent, four sugar companies by 80 | per cent, seven warehouse companies { by 70 per cent, 19 spinning companies : and four flour mill companies by 45 per cent. Increases of profits seem | to have been and to continue to be | the general rule, the exceptions being | the railway, gas, kiln and a few other businesses. Most noticeable of all, ! raw silk has of late been going up in price until it has now more than re- | covered the high level of 1.000 yen a | bale, which it fetched before the out- break of the war. The fact seems to be that a business revival is already | here, and it only requires the loosen- | ing of capitalists’ purse strings for | new enterprises to make the country | realize the turn of the tide.” i HONDURAS SHY ON “MOVIES” Consular District Has Only One The- ater and the Admission Prices Vary. There is but one motion picture es- tablishment in the Tegucigalpa, Hon- duras consular district, the Teatro de Variedades, in Tegueigalpa. A num- ber of causes combine to prevent the industry from being more successful, | among which are poor transportation facilities, the small purchasing power of the masses, the sparse population generally, and the lack of electric serv- ice in all the other interior towns. In Tegucigalpa performances are given three or four nights a week, com- mencing at 8:30 or 9 o'clock, and last- | ing until midnight or after. Approxi- mately about forty-nine hundred feet of film are shown nightly. The prices of admission vary with the quality of the film. Old films, of the regular stock sketches, are sometimes dis- played at prices ranging from ten to thirty cents, depending on the loca- tion of the seats. Other nights, when such films as “Les Miserables” are run, the prices are trebled; and for ordinary new films the usual charge is about fifty cents for the best seats. Use Hay for Breastworks. Many thousands of tons of Texas hay are being used as bulwark against bullets on the lines of defense by the British and French governments, Gal- veston dispatch to the New York World states. This fact has just come to light by the statements of foreign buyers of hay, who also direct the compression of the bales before shipment from this port, to make them as nearly buliet proof as possible. Three ordinary field bales are com- pressed into one bale before being loaded on a vessel. This process gives a bale the density that is said to make it equal to steel plate in stopping bul- lets. It is stated that trenches are being lined with the bales of hay. Woman Conductors in Kilts. Kilts instead of skirts for women street car conductors, it seems, are to be the new style. It is reported from Oldham that skirts being found incon- venient and, in wet weather, a source of discomfort—especially when the car steps had to be climbed—have been discarded in the woman conductor’s uniform and replaced by kilts and leg- gings, buttoning up the sides. If sol- diers may wear kilts, why not tram conductors? The new fashion may, for a time, cause amusement, and even ridicule, as was the case with umbrel- las when first introduced, but addi- tional comfort may overccme preju- dice and lead to the innovation being prdopted generally.—London Chronicle. He's the Wittiest Student. Edward Marshall Maslin is an- nounced to be the wittiest student of the University of California, and has been awarded the “Irving prize for wit and humor” for his essay “On the Futility of Twitching Up One's Trousers to Prevent Bagging at the Knees,” and for a group of futurist verses, “songs on serious subjects (in the cubist way). Maslin is a junior from Watsenville. Illuminating Work. “I have here, sir, a compendium of useful knowledge.” . “Does that book contain any in- formation that will help me in my business?” “Most assuredly, sir. you deal in trunks.” “Yes.” “Well, there's a chapter on crime in this volume that gives full details of all the trunk mysteries ever recorded.” I understand Cuban Sugar Crop Large. Estimates of exports on the Cuban pugar crop of 1915-16 show that it will be a record one. One hundred and eighty-eight sugar centrals have begun grinding the sugar as against $76 in operation last season. The case is said to be the best in quality in years, cool weather having ripened it properly and added a higher saccha- rine content than usual. Clothing. Hats and Caps. New Things For Spring ARE HERE. Suits, Spring Overcoats, Shirts, Ties, Hats. We Would Like to Show You. It won’t hurt to look. BUY when you are ready. FAUBLES BELLEFONTE, PENNA. 58-4 Shoes. Shoes. $350 SHOES Reduced 0 5295 NOW ON SALE Ladies $3.00 and $3.50 Shoes Reduced to $2.25 Per Pair. ALL NEW GOODS, Latest Styles, Good Sizes and Widths. This sale is For CASH ONLY. Shoes must be fitted in the store, as they will not be ex- changed. H. C. YEAGER, THE SHOE MAN, BELLEFONTE, PA. Bush Arcade Bldg, 58-27.
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