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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.
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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
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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.
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BUSINESS BOOMING IN IAPAK |
| Long Spell of Depression Has Been:
Good Times.
Succeeded by Gratifying Era of
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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.