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TAD LINCOLN’S SPY.
(Continued from page 2, Col. 6)
ought to suffer for bringing this war
on the south.” a
Rose screamed her reply to this in-
to her mother’s face. “He didn’t!
He didn’t He wouldn’t kill a worm.
I won’t tell any more. I love him
and I love Tad’s mother and I love
Tad. I'm going up there and play
and not listen to nothing, never.”
“Hush! Hush! You'll feel better
when you’ve had your dinner, dear!”
“I won’t, Mother! I'll never feel
better. Anyhow, if they catch old
Jeff Davis—"
“Rose! Mr. Jefferson Davis!”
“Yeas, him. If they catch him, Tad’s
father’ll give him to Tad and to me,
and we'll let him go, so there! I don’t
need to tell any more, do I. Mother?”
“Qh, Rose! Rose! I'm afraid you'll
i have to! This is our task, our God-
| sent duty. I loathe it, but I must
| make you obey me im this.”
Rose stamped her foot. “I won’t!
{1 can’t!” she cried and ran from the
‘ room.
| But the guard refused to let her
run after Tad. In fact, he refused to
allow her to go out of the prison at
all.
Tad was unable to get into his fath-
er’s office that evening for his good-
night romp because Colonel Baker,
the police detective, was locked in
PBJ, 1oYjOul pue J9yleJ SI YIM 8Iay)
wandered into his own room and hung
out the window gazing at the stars
and guessing which might be the one
on which Willie now lived with God.
By and by he put himself to bed.
At the end of the gloomy break-
fast the next morning, his mother
said very gently, “Taddie, your little
friend Rose will not be here to play
any more.”
“I didn’t know he’ motha’ was a
spy till the gua’d told me yestaday,”
he explained anxiously. “Anyhow,
Wose is nice.”
“Wose is not safe, however nice she
may be.” His mother’s voice was
firm.
His father groaned. “Must you tell
him, Mary?”
Her beautiful blue eyes filled with
tears but she said, “I must Abr’am,
so that he'll understand once and for
all that he must not bring strange
children into this house. I feel hor-
ribly culpable myself, but I've had
my lesson and although no one can
blame blessed little Taddie, he must
learn too. But you have enough
trouble. Don’t you listen. If you’re
through eating, just go along.”
“You're the best wife a man ever
‘had,” said Tad’s father. He kissed
them both and left.
Very carefully and clearly his moth-
er explained to the little boy what it
was believed Mrs. Greenhow had got
from Rose’s visitssto the White House.
Tad grew as pale as his little white
linen roundabout. “What will they do
to Wose?” he gasped.
“She is not to be punished, for she
was helpless in her mother's hands.
i Her mother—well, you run up to your
: lessons, Taddie.”
{ “But what will they do to he’ moth-
1a’?” he insisted.
“That remains to be seen.” Then
| with sudden anger, “They should
! shoot her! Come, Tad, come!”
| He obeyed, clinging to his mother's
‘hand as to one of the few trustable
facts in a reeling world.
! But he did not at ance cottle to his
! studies. When they reached the sit-
i ting-room Rose was standing by the
i center table. Her black skirts were
! torn, her hair was wild, she was trem-
bling visibly. Still it was Rose.
“How did you get here?” demand-
ed Tad’s mother sharply.
i “While Mother was asleep, I crept
out the window and dropped into a
little horse-chestnut tree,” replied
Rose. “I had to come! I had to come
' to tell Tad’s father that I didn’t know
jo) drawing a long quivering breath.
i “You must have known,” insisted
' Tad’s mother sternly. She was keep-
ing Tad close beside her as she stood
before the door.
“I mean I didn’t know what he was
like or how it would make him feel.
I went home yesterday morning and
told her I wouldn’t do it any more.
= And now—" Rose clutched her bright
hair, the most pitiful sight in the
world, a child beyond tears.
It must have seemed so to Tad’s
mother, for she dropped Tad’s hand
and swept across the room in her
many-ruffled muslin and sinking to the
ottoman swept Rose into her arms.
“Tad, you go fétch your father.”
Tad burst into the President's of-
fice and seized his father’s hand.
“Wose is hea’. Mother says come
quick!” :
“What! That child ?” ejaculated his
father. “I'll be back shortly, Nicolay.
Get the message off to McClellan.”
. A moment later, Rose still quiver-
ing so terribly in Tad’s mother’s lap,
was making her little apology to him.
Tad’s father, walking slowly up and
down the room, shook his head, his
cheeks twitching. Tad tried to keep
step with him and the hound dogs fol-
lowed, up and down, up and down the
rich old Brussels carpet with its de-
sign of upset baskets of roses.
When Rose had finished, Tad cried,
“Papa day, don’t let them shoot
Wose’s motha’. They didn’t shoot
aunty or Miss L. B. B.”
His father looked down at him.
“Jings, Tad! Even you should see
there's a difference between a drib of
quinine and the lives of thousands of
men—Union and Rebel both, poor fel-
lows.”
“Quick, Abram help me!” ex-
claimed Tad’s mother.
Rose had fainted in her arms.
Tad’s father carried the little girl
to a sofa, the yellow hair tangling on
his snuff-colored sleeve. Then he
fanned her with a crocheted tidy he
jerked from the back of a chair while
Tad’s mother rushed to her room and
came back with a green bottle of
smelling-salts, and Tad fetched water
in his pink tooth-brush mug.
Ag they ministered to Rose, Tad’s
mother said: “You could reprieve Mrs.
Greenhow, somehow, couldnt you,
Abr’am, and still be safe from her?
Won’t you see her?”
“I never want to lay eyes on the
woman,” replied Tad’s father. “Bak-
er and Stanton are frothing at the
mouth over this, and I don’t blame
them.”
“Nor do I,” agreed Tad's mother
sadly, “but perhaps she wasn’t the
only spy on that job, and our spies
are working down among the Rebels
—and we were all so careless in this
case, so criminally careless ... Tad,
you ring for James to bring some hot
oatmeal porridge and a glass of milk.
There! There, dear, you're feeling bet-
ter!” as Rose opened her eyes.
Nothing was said while Rose swal-
lowed the food Tad’s mother fed to
her. Tad paced the floor with his fa-
ther, not daring to speak as he look
at the close-pressed lips.
When Rose was standing again on
less uncertain slender legs in their
wrinkléd pantalettes, Tad’s father
paused and lifted her chin so that her
eyes looked straight into his.
“Rose,” he said, “I'm going to give
you a message for your mother. Tell
her she’s to give me her promise in
proper form to spy no more. She's
then to be sent down to Richmond
with you and she’s to promise not to
leave there till this war shall end.
Tell her I'm doing it simply because,
God knows, there are already too
many orphans that she and Jeff Davis
and I have helped to make and that
I ean’t bring myself to add this new
one to the list. Repeat this to me
till you know it, Rose.”
When she was letter-perfect, he
stooped and kissed her, then turned to
his wife. “Mary, you’d better have
James take this little rareripe back
to the old Capitol in the carriage.”
Rose stared at Tad’s father, then at
his mother, then at Tad. She did not
speak. She was still trembling vis-
ibly when James led her from the
room,
Tad’s father suddenly heaved a
great sigh and grinned down at him.
“Let’s go out and treat ourselves to
ginger pop, eh, Taddie darling ?”’
Tad with the feeling that a terrible
lump had suddenly left his throat and
that all the red-birds in the world
were singing in the garden, gave an
ecstatic skip and took his father’s
hand. At the door he looked back to
say, “We’ll bwing you some, Motha’.”
“You needn’t bother,” returned his
mother with a little smile, “I’ve had
my treat.”
—By Honore Willsie Morrow in The
Cosmopolitan.
Clearfield County Ministers to Refuse
to Marry Divorced Persons.
Ministers of the central part of
Clearfield county will hereafter per-
form no marriage ceremonies for di-
vorced parties, except where the ap-
plicant is the innocent party to a di-
vorce granted on the only grounds re-
cognized by biblical authority—adul-
tery.
This was the unanimous determina-
tion expressed by members of the
Clearfield Ministerial Association.
Discussion followed an address by Dr.
BE. C. Reeve, pastor of the Presbyter-
ian church, on “Relation of the
Church and Divorce.” Dr. Reeve gave
2 thorough dispassionate exposition of
his subject, bringing to light a great
variety of information on the attitude
of the church toward divorced cou-
ples.
His talk precipitated keen discus-
sion on the matter. With ministers
present representing a majority of the
denominations in Clearfield, as well
as representatives from Grampian,
Lumber City, Curwensville, and Wood-
land, a verbal report of the denomi-
national attitude toward the divorce
evil was produced by the discussion.
It was the unanimous opinions of
the ministers that -a strict observance
of the biblical injunction on marriage
of divorced couples is necessary to
discourage hasty marriages and
equally hasty remarriages, with their
consequent destructive effects on the
nation’s home life.
While no definite action was taken
cn the matter and no resolution vot-
ed upon, all the ministers entered in-
to a verbal agreement to refuse the
marriage vows to any who do not
come within the limits prescribed by
their “book of rules” —the Bible.—
Clearfield Republican.
Christmas Tree Trade to Work Under
Plan of Expert Foresters.
Supplying Denver and vicinity with
Christmas trees during the last holi-
day season assumed immense propor-
tions. According to the district for-
ester at that place, 35,000 trees were
cut and sold, while 2,500 more were
cut but unused. Fifty-six retail deal-
ers were licensed by the city, one
fourth of whom sold their entire
stock.
The Pike National Forest region
furnished the greater part of the
trees. The cutting was carefully su-
pervised by trained foresters, result-
ing in much needed thinning of over-
crowded stands in the vicinity of
Jarre Canyon.
A general movement has been insti-
tuted by the government forestry de-
partment and the Denver Chamber of
Commeice to thin out thousands of
evergreen trees not only on govern-
ment lands, but on private lands as
well. Many private owners are giv-
ing their co-operation.
Swat the First Fly.
Last season was a poor one for the
housefly. The weather had much to
do with this. Very likely the popular
game of “swat the fly” deserves much
credit also.
Those who study the fly, claim that
one female can produce millions of |
eggs with their resultant quick-grow-
ing baby flies, in a space of time that
makes the prolific rabbit blush for
shame.
So swat the first female fly you see
this spring. If you are not an au-
thority on fly sex, swat any fly, any-
where—the harder and earlier the
better. Heavy swatting early in the
season, by an enthusiastic army of
swatters, will keep the fly population
down wonderfully—and this means
that some of our unpopular summer
tills will also be reduced.
So, swat the first fly.
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CC holders of Pennsylvania Railroad Stock
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Shareholders to be held April 10, 1928.
Do not neglect sending in the proxy that
you have received from the company, as a
:wo thirds vote will be necessary io effect
this action.
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