EVENING LEDGER PHILADELPHIA, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 11", 1915:
LAZAR RE
By MARY HARTWELL CATHERWOOD
RpMilfbl T t" Bebba.Mtrrill Corapiny
DOOK III.
CIIATTEn VlU-(ConUnued).
. ...... fitflltlAI Itt tVlA Vr.
Iff Women who hoo corn. &g In a gar
BaF' . .iiihai ftnrn the whole-
. -,ort of ltfO.
T!uv Paul brought the first bluebells
tTdf I .a nut them W water for
t.ntjSz. wr bud i and when they
!" 4J' i... h said. "God has blessed
!?? ??!!. nurso tho sick. Tho Bood
le"8 "".Vl.. ninniiT women. Is unfalllnir.
I" .'..".I,V r.at
l ...J vm rhaUmonts They help
I "'" - rmialn Ph
?, like tho great and kind friendship
" .. m..nmnnt Thcv heln me
ire of Cousin Philippe.
,1 meditated today, "I don't
...the father's feelings. I
" HHi ss vMArtv nnn tnnrift
Siller Plce for Himself In heaven
He made for us down here. Is
" lust because lie Is there?"
when he Is a man I am going to tell
FJTVnd say "But I luuo built my'
tea. "' wrecked It. I have been yours,
B1 ,?V.?'' ...M. atnrlea as this! "Once
IJn a time there was such a loving
Sl rnmo down. And they ran a string
Tho "Broad IHKhway" Is tho
Utlo of a now serial story
which will be Kin In tho
EVENING LEDGER on Sep
tember 14, 1915. Tho story Is
unique. In England It has had
an unusual vogue, not merely
becauso it is a woll-written
Btory, but because it describes
with a truly vivid power tho
deeds and manners of a pic
turesque period.
The story begins in
the September 14th issue
of tho EVENING LED
GER and will bo continued
therein daily. September
14 is the EVENING LED
GER'S first anniversary.
Tho issue of that day will bo
full of pood thinRS. Midst tho
mass, sco that you do not over
look tho Rrcat new serial,
"THE BROAD HIGHWAY"
By JEFFERY FARNOL
f-SuBh his stomach and hung him on
1-thtOUBn '" .. whlnnl n. hit."
L. -nii, in this country, which Is
' J free, arp nearly ul Oound. Those
'" W.C "'?".'. nr lv a thev wnuW
tre iney yi-"w --
. Is that freedom7
"VI - -ai niiiuran night, when tho fire
7 "?,.?.. h ten children of the settle-
w-L dcMIng or agreeing, como running
iSomthW houses llko hens. Wo sit on
the floor In ironi 01 me iicuim. u.m
Juffer the oft -repeated martydoin of
2 Wire Pig." This tale. Invented onco
fast as I could talk. I hdvo been
horned to repeat until I dread the shades
at etenins. ,,, i,i i,.nj,
rt.a pniinrcii uuui. .... ..... w
fther: their lips part, as soon as I be
jSno you see that glowing spot In tho
krt of tne ccais x"i. " ..uuou i
TVlre Pig. Ono day tho Flro Pig
End he had no more corn, and ho was
Try hungrey. so He jumpeo. oui 01 nis
keuse ana run mi ... . .... ..v.
tame to a farmer's field.
-Good morning, Sir. Farmer," said tho
(Ktls pie. "Havo you any corn for mo
tseavr . . Ai., it,. .....
"Why, wno are you. .....
"I'm a little Flro Pig."
"No, I haven't any corn for a Flro
Pie." '
The pie ran on till ho came to another
farmer's fleld.
'Good morning, Mr. Farmer, havo you
ua corn for me today?"
"Who are you?" said tho farmer.
Ob. I'm the littlo Fire Pig."
-I don't know," said the farmer. "I
weuld Rive you a great bagful If you
oould .Kill me snaKo muu "
tJtht and steals my cattle."
th pig thought, "How can I kill that
ittke?" hut he was so hungry ho knew
li thould starve without corn, so he said
ha would try. The farmer told him to go
deva In the fleld, where tho snako camo
gluing at night with lts,head reared high
Wlr. The pig went down Into the mead
ow, and the nrsi creature no ww woo u.
n'!" said tho sheep. That was Its
w of saying "How do you do?" "Who
w-you?"
Tm the little Flro Pig."
"What are you doing here?"
Tvs come to kill the great snake that
eats the farmer's cattle."
"I'm very glad." earn me sneep, "ior
R taltes my lambs. How are you going
to kin it?" ,
j "I don't Know," said me pig; -can i
IKO help me?"
jlll give you some 01 my wuoi.
-h nlc.thanked the sheep, .and went a
lwiyilarther and met a horse. "Ue-ee-
"" said, the horse. That was his way of
HJtn. "HOW QO you aor vno are
n am the little Fire Pig."
'"What are you dolng here?"
i'l've come to kill the great Bnake that
eats the farmer's cattle."
"I'm glad of that." said the horse;
"tor it steals my colts. How are you
King to do It?"
I don't know," said the pig. "Can t
u help roe?"
I'll give you some of the long haln
ffommy tall," Bald the horse.
The pig took them and thanked tho
torse. And when he went a little farther
ke m?t a cow.
f. "Vfirt' nM h mw Thnf wno lir
ef saying, "How do you do?" "Who
iU you?"
jTnvthe little Fire Pig."
'Wlkt are you doing here?"
Tv cone to kill the great snake that
etr the farmer's cattle."
''I tm glad of that, for It eteals my
klTfi How are you going to do It?"
"I don't know. Can't you help me?"
T.U'glv- you one of my sharp horns,"
h ins cow.
the pig took It and thanked her.
IWoAe spun and ho twisted, and ho
Wtand, he twisted, and made a strong
"w cora or the sheep s wool. And no
'5J6 an n hralded, nnd he wove and he
"ui, and made a cunning snaro 01
borje's tall. And he whetted and
"WPned, and he whetted and sharpened,
maae a keen dart of the cow's horn.
Now when tho little pig
WI his materials ready, and sees the
i anaxe come gliding, gliding I turn
Wtuatlon over to tho children. What
do with the rope, the snare and
Mm? Thev wnrlr It out nch In his
,H Vy. There Is a mighty wranglng
lWnd the hearth.
i'e day la never reallv Ilka another.
h It seems so.
Ps being used to tho sight of the
.SSMklfils at L.&JCA Znnrcn mftVpa ft lm
le for me to Imagine what tho set
, sread. and that Is an attack. , We
sui around by forests. In primitive
mucn time and Btrength go to tne
Of food that we can think of
ell.
it IS f.n4 .a .1. .. !.. n
JSBVI.at tllAlv TY..4 nA mr fi.VA
people cannot heln.
i"" " a very old woman among the
! whom they call Granny. We,often
Msther. Bhe cannot get a gourd
setwut her nose and chin when she
ana has forgotten she ever had
one aoes not expect muchj but
ll OnA Hcrht ntt Mnl.nil. fnr And
the right of Ironing her cap by
hlng u over her knee. When I
"Ved In this aettlcmitnt lnnir enoueh.
ose and chin may como together,
wiji xorget my teeth. But mis
I I Will .Tart a -t- r. nn tldll
.oed. I will not-I will not Iron
stretching it over my kneel
u vnaumont would be angry it
we learning to weave, for ln
iou would nbt b anirry That
difference between you as men
I feel hut cannot explain.
Jk English with our neighbors.
language well. I have taught
and write. I have taught
History of ),ls family dud of
' countrv. IIU hmd la as
breast. When will ray head
M his breast?
k laves vou fid n vnunir su.
othr. i ..... . ....,......
nought about when ha went
found at your lieeli, You told
sad viiuj ... i.:...
Wl MUftlAn b.... . --,... .. 1,111
f9 mtn m ahy white man Is for
BUS like a. toad, nnit wlah him
his side of the walk. He
r With Vnil anA tin Hnitlit all.
. f, "Come back to the wig-
J nourished ypul"
Wlataken? Are e, moving
k rsrther ge.rt Instead of SP-
l&ta to npthlnit
In a bubble of Joy. Ilut If you have kept
it, It speaks to you every day.
Tho children lovo to havo me dance
gavottes for them. Some of their mothers
consider it levity. Still they feel the
need of a Uttlo levity themselves.
.
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CHAPTER IX.
Mr OOD I What had she seen In me to
"lovo? I sat up and held tho book
against my bosom. Its cry out of her past
filled tho world from horizon to horizon.
Punctuated by years, bursting from
eternities of suppression. It brought an
accumulated forco that swept the soul
out of my body.
All that had not been written In the
book was as easily read as what was
sot down. I Baw the monotony 6f her
life, and her gilding of Its rudeness, the
pastimes she thought nut fop rhltdr-nt
I saw her nursing tho helplessness which
leaned upon her, and turning aside the
contempt of pioneer women who passion
ately admired strong men. I saw her eyes
watting on tho distant laggard 'ho
stupidly pursued his own affairs until It
was too late to protect her. I read tho
entries over and over. When day broke
It seemed to mo tho morning after my
own death, such knowing and experiencing
had passed through me. I could not see
her again until I had command of myself.
So I dressed nnd went silently down
stairs. Often when I open my eyes at
dawn I hear music far oft that makes
my heart swell. It Is the waking dream
of a king marching with drums and
bugles.
The ferryman lived near the old stock
ade. Some time always mused after he
saw tho signals before the deliberate
Frenchman responded. I led my horse
upon the umvleldly craft propelled by two
hugo oars, which tho ferryman managed,
running from one to another according to
tho swing of tho current. It was broad
day when wo reached the other shoro;
one of thoso days, gray overhead, when
moisture breaks upward through the
ground, instead of descending. Many,
light clouds flitted under the grayness.
Tho grass showed nlth a kind of green
blush through Its old brown fleece.
I saw tho first sailing vessel of spring
coming to anchor, from the straits of the
great lakes. Onco I would have hailed
that vessel as possible bearer of news.
Now It could bring me nothing of any
Importance. fc
The trail along the Fox river led over
rolling land, dipping Into coves and rising
ovor hills. The Fox, steel bluo in shade,
becomes tawny as Its namesake when Its
fur or rough waves Is combed to redness
In the sunlight. Under grayness, with a
soft wind blowing, the Fox showed his
blue coat.
It was certain I waB not to marry. And
being .without breakfast and unstimulated
by the sky, I began to think also what
unstable material I had taken In hand
when I undertook to work with Indians.
Instinctively I know then what a young
southern statesman named JefTerson Davis
whom I first met as a commandant of tho
fort at Oreen Bay afterward told me In
Washington: "No commonwealth In a
republic will stand with Interests apart
from tho federated whole." White men,
who have exclaimed from the beginning
against Injustice done the red man, and
who keep on pitying and exterminating
him, made a federated whole with Inter
csts apart from his.
Again when I looked back I saw the
figure, but It was afoot, and I soon lost
It In a cove. ,
My house had been left undisturbed by
hunters and Indians through the winter.
I tied the horse to a gallery post and un
fastened the door. A pile of refuse tim
bers offered wood for a Are, and I carried
in several loads of It, and lighted tho
virgin chimney. Then I brought water
from tho spring ana aie Dreaniaai, wiuuS
before the lire and thinking a little wear
ily and bitterly of my prospect In life.
Having fed my horse, I covered the fire,
leaving a good store of fuel by the hearth,
and rode away toward the Menominee and
Winnebago lands.
Tho dav was a1 hard one, and when I
came back toward nightfall I was glad
to stop with the officers of the stockado
end share their mess.
"You looked fagged," said ono of them.
"The horse paths are heavy," I an
swered, "and I have been as far as the
Indian lands."
I had been as far as that remote time
when Eagle was not a Cloud-MoUier. To
cross the river and see her smiling In
meaningless happiness seemed more than
I could do. . ,,..
Yet she might notice my absence, we
had ben housed together ever since she
had discovered me. Our walks and rides,
our flreslde talks and evening version
wen never separate. At Pierre Qrlgnon -
the fumlly flocked in compamw. """"
the padlocked book sent me out of the
house I forgot that she was used to my
absence and might be disturbed by an
absence no one could explain.
"The first sailing vessel is In from the
straits." said the lieutenant.
"Yes; I saw her come to anchor as 1
rode out this morning."
"She brought a passenger
"Anybody of importance?
"At first Mush. no. "At second blush.
yes "
"Why 'no' at first blush?"
"Beeause he is only a Pest.
"Only a priest, haughty officer! Are
civilian, and churehmen dirt under army
The lieutenant rinned.
lanlTtoW " " 1 ? Canadians he
doesn"f seem nulte so importsn M a
pfate frommGbent, for Instance ,.'
"I this passenger a prelate jrora
"ThaTt'ls where ths second blush come.
In. He is. ,
"How do you. know?
"I saw llm. nd talked with him.
"What I. he doing In Oreen i Bay?
"Looking at the country. ,n
quiring for you-"
For rati"
''wha't could a prelate from Ghent want
""SsyThe want, to make InQulries about
th.?Oh?UDldtriyou'',recomm.nd me a. an
W&.lS ''. he ,.ked U
y"1uWme,n"")mr "Kr,ou. You'll
great man like thla one wilt be certainly
quartered with them."
"What la he like?"
"A smooth and easy gentleman."
"In a cassock?"
"Tell a poor post lieutenant what a
cassock Is."
"The long-skirted black coat reaching
to the heels."
"Our missionary priests don't wear It
hero. He has tho bands and broad hat
and general appearance of a priest, but
his coat Isn't very long."
"Then he has laid aside the cassock
while traveling through this country."
Tho prelate from Ghent, no doubt a
common priest, that the lieutenant under
took to dignify, slipped directly out of
my mind.
Madame Ursulo was waiting for me, on
the gallery with fluted pillars at tho
front of the house.
"M's'r Williams, whero is Madeleine?"
Her anxiety vibrated through the dark
ness. "She has not boen seen today."
We stood In silence, then began to
spenk together.
"But, midame "
"M's'r Williams "
"I went away early "
"When I heard from tho Pawnees that
you had gone oft on horseback bo early I
thought It possible ou might havo taken
her with you."
"Madame, how could I do that?"
"Of course you wouldn't have done that.
But we can't find her. We've Inquired
all over La Baye. She left the houso
when no ono saw her. She was never out
after nightfall before."
"But, madame, she must bo here!"
Oh, m s'r, my hope was that you knew
where sho Is she has followed jou about
so! The poor child may be at the bottom
of the river!"
"She can't bo at the bottom of the
river!" I retorted.
Tho girls ran out. They were dressed
for a dance, and drew gauzy scarfs
around their anxious faces. Tho house
had been searched from ground to attlo
more than once. They were sure she
muBt be hidden from them.
I remembered the figure that appeared
to me on tho trail. My heart stopped. I
could not humiliates my Cloud-Mother by
placing her before them In the act of
tracking me like a dog. I could not tell
any one about It, but asked for Skcne
donk. The Indian had been out on tho river
In a canoe. He came silently, and stood
near me. The book was between us. I
had It In the breast of my coat and he
had It on his conscience.
"Bring out your horse and get me a
fresh one," I said.
"Where, shall I find one?"
"Pierre will give you one of ours," said
Madam Ursulo. "But ou must pat."
"I had my supper with the officers of
tho fort, madame. I would have made a
briefer stay If I had known what had
happened on this sldo of the rhcr."
'I forgot to tell you, M's'r Williams,
there Is an abbe here from Europe. He
asked for you.'1
"I cannot see him Jonlght."
Skencdonk drew near mo to speak, but
I was Impatient of any delay. We went
into the house, and Madame Ursule said
she would bring a blanket and some food
to strap behind my saddle. The girls
helped her. There was a hush through the
Jolly house. The master bustled out of
the family room. I saw behind him.
standing as he had stood at Mlttau, n
priest of fine and sweet presence, waiting
for Pierre Grlgnon to speak the words of
Introduction.
"It Is like seeing France again!" cx
clnlmcd the master of the house. "Abbe
Edgeworth, this Is M's'r Williams."
"Monsieur," Bald the abbe to me with
perfect courtesy, "believe me, I am glad
to see you."
"Monsieur," I answered, giving him a
brief notice as he had given me In Mlttau,
yet without rancor; there was no room
in me for that. "You have unerringly
found the best house In the Illinois Ter
ritory, and I leave you to the enjoyment
of It."
"You are leaving the house, monsieur?"
"I find am obliged to make a short
Journey."
"I have made a long one, monsieur. It
may be best to tell you that I come
charged with a message for you."
I thought of Madame d'Angouleme. The
Bister who had been mine for a few
minutes, and from whom this priest hai
cast me out, declaring that God haa
smitten the pretender when my eclipse
laid mo at his feet remembered me In her
second exile, perhaps believed In me still.
Women put wonderful restraints upon
themselves.
Abbe Edgeworth and I looked steadily
at each other.
"I hope Madame d'Angouleme is well?"
"She Is well, and Is still the comforter
of his Majesty's misfortune."
"Monsieur the Abbe, a message would
need to be very urgent to be listened to
tonight. I will give you audience in the
morning, or when I return."
(CONTINUED MONDAY.)
P. R. It. SUES TO GET 34 CENTS
Traveler Who Insisted on' Riding
From This City on Old Ticket
Is Defendant
The tremendous power of the Pennsyl-,
vanla Railroad, greatest corporation of
Its kind in the world, will be thrown into
a legal battle with a lone Resident of
Newark, N". Ju who today is grimly de
fiant and has hired a lawyer to defend
himself. The railroad has a claim
against the Newarker, Jules Jacobs, of
20 Wallace street, that city, Th,e suit
involves it cents.
For six weeks the company has been
collecting evidence. High-salaried legal
lights have consumed countless watts of
midnight electricity. Trial of the suit
has been started twice in the Orange,
N. J.. District Court, only to be ad
journed. It will be started, again If
Jacobs does not pay.
The trouble started when Jacobs, on a
trip from this city to Wilmington, prof
fered a ticket the time limit f of which
had expired. The conduotor accepted. It
under protest, with Jacob's business card.
In due time and after the unravailng of
the customary carmine tape the railroad
experts learned that th ticket had a
rebate vslue of but 91 cents. The far
to Wilmington one way ! 6? cents.
Suit accordingly was started for M
cents. TtAtnl statute forsUa fsvorU
m to passengers, under Penalty of tts
fine, and if the reJIread falls to ootleoc.
. at least to try, U mla-fat be
THE DAILY STORY
. Bob's "Wisdom
Geraldlne stood on the porch until her
aunt's carriage turned the corner of the
village street. Then she went back Into
the house. Sho was now sole mistress of
Itl
"I wonder It It's ungrateful In me to
feel siich Joy over tny new Independ
ence?' she wondered,' as she wandered
from room to room. "Aunt Alice was a
darling to como hero after mother's
death, and stay here so long. I really do
appreciate that. Yet"
She really could not repress the hap
piness that surged through her at the
realization that she was at last supreme
manager of herself and tho house. There
had been times when Aunt Alice seemed
to forget that she had reached her
twenties. A girl of 21 was more than cap
nble of running a house. It had been a
blessing that Aunt Alice suddenly decided
to marry.
"I might have deteriorated Into a Jelly
fish, If she hadn't," smiled Geraldlne.
Out of sheer Joy, she ran up the broad
staircase, and danced Into the large front
bedroom. Thla was the room thnt Aunt
Alice had had. Now It belonged to the
new mistress. In a fever of happiness,
ahe flew Into the small back room which
she hnd occupied, and began taking tho
things out of her bureau drawer In prep
aration for moving them.
"I declare. It's like a piece of fiction.'
the bought as sho worked. "Now nil
that's lacking Is the hero."
Then her brow clouded. She dropped
the armful of things on the bed. Ilcst
lessly, she walked to tho window nnd
stood looking down on tho smooth lawn.
For In her heart she knew that the
hero was not at all lacking. No, Indeed.
There was a hero but
"Ito's not tho kind of a horo I want!"
she murmured stormlly. "Haven't I Just
escaped from one reign of tyranny?
Does he suppose I'm going to step Into
another? No, sir. Bob Hartly has a na
ture even more domineering than Aunt
Alice's. Why, he's noted for his pug
nacity." indeed. Bob Hartly was noted for his
fighting blood. In business. In politics. In
club life, ho was distinguished for hts
ruthless acts.
"It's not 111 temper," peoplo said of
him. "It's Just that he's made that way
strong-willed. He walks over every
one, rough-shod."
"And that's the man who has done
everything In his power to mnke mo
fall In lovo with him," said Geraldlne.
resentfully. "Well, he can't o It not
with all his offers of good times and his
flowers and books and candy. I'd llko
him If It weren't for that famous pug
nacity. Does he actually think I haven't
heard about It? Does he think any girl
would have htm with such a nature as
that?"
That afternoon, when he called, she
floated down the stairs a little mora cool
ly than usual.
"How do you do, Mr. Hartly?" she
smiled Indifferently.
Bob Hartly's face fell He had rath
er expected to find her In a less formal
mood after the excitement of her aunt's
departure and the realization of becoming
eole mistress of the large house. He had
come to take advantage of this moment
of excitement.
"Which Is decidedly fair considering
that I'vo been couitlng her for two
years," he had vindicated himself.
"Well how do you like being mistress
of this big place?" he asked, studying
her as he seated himself behind the green
vines of the porch. "I wonder If you
order the servants around haughtily the
way I did when I returned from college?
I wonder If you're experiencing the same
sort of thing I experienced then the re
alization that I was my own boss?"
Accidentally he had found the very thing
that would make her drop her barrier of
formality. Like a flash she sat forward.
Her eyes snapped.
"I guess I am!" sho cried happily. "Isn't
It a wonderful feeling? I supposo most
men have an opportunity to experience
that, but some women never do. If Aunt
Alice hadn't married I might never have.
It's Just a wonderful glow of Indepen
dence that you'll never let go of when
you've once experienced it.'
Bob Hartley sat up. He looked at her
keenly. What he saw In her face made
his own eyes narrow a little. A slight
smile passed his lips.
"No," he answered swiftly; "thut's
right. Don't let go of It! You just hang
on to that Independence. Be careful In
forming any ,. new alliances with rela
tives Don't put yourself In close com
pany with any one who'll try to manage
you. I tell you, the state of single
bletsedness Is the best one."
Shortly after this he left. Ab Geraldlne
watched him disappear down the street
It seemed to her that his step had an
eager quality, as though he had forgot
ten something and had rushed off to at
tend to It. When Bhe thought It over It
came back to her that he had left rather
abruptly. Indeed, he had never before
made so short a call.
"Which really doesn't matter In the
least," she told herself loftily.
Later that evening, however, she was
not so lofty In her thoughts about Bob
Hartly. As sho walked In her garden,
after dinner, she said to her stableman:
"Did you get Miss Devon's trunk oft on
time, Tom?"
"Yes, Miss Geraldlne," he answered.
"And I can tell you she's married a
good man, your auntie has. What did
he do but help me lift It off the car
riage. There was Mr. Hartly standing
right there, miss, but he didn't offer.
He was Just calling proud-like to know
If the train would be on time."
"Mr. Hartly therel" Geraldlne knitted
her brows. Mr. Hartly had not men
tioned being at the station nt the time
of her aunt's departure. "Do you mean
that Mr. Hartly was there to see them
off?" she asked the man,
Tho answer was rather a shock.
"No, Miss Geraldlne. He was there
waltln' for some girl that was comln' on
the train. I heard him ask the station
agent If she got off."
"Ah, yes," said Geraldlne disinterest
edly, turning back to the house.
But when she found herself In the pri
vacy of the great front room ehe no
longer affected disinterest. In nervous
restlessness, she walked up and down.
All at once she felt suffocated sick.
"I don't love him. I don't!" she vowed
to herself. "It's ridiculous to act this
way."
Suddenly the memory of his hasty de
parture came over her and she knew
why he had left so hurriedly.
"The 4:20 train. I remember hearing
the whistle!" she said
Then she started. Her eyes fixed them,
selves on something through the front
windows. There, passing the house, was
Bob Hartly-wlth a girl.
Of course, she was the prettiest girl
Geraldlne had ever seen, and, of course,
she was smiling up into his face with a
confidence that bespoke long acquaint
ance, "She's visiting his mother. She's en
gaged to him," thought Geraldlne.
When they had pased, she slipped mis
erably out onto the porch and dropped
Into a chair.
"Well," she said, half aloud. "Now
I know how precious Is Independence;
how precious little I care abqut Ul"
"Is that so?" said a voice from the
other side of the ylne.
It was Bob Hartly, He had slipped
back, and was hiding there. In an In
stant he was on the porch with the be
wildered girl In hts arms.
"Ifow I've got you!" he triumphed.
"And how I'm going to boss you!"
But Geraldlne scarcely heard. If she
did hear,, she thought the words too
til,vlsl to merit consideration,
Tell fuel" she demanded swiftly, "who
Is tbuWhat IttautyfMl ftrir
"Your future sister-lnrlaw," .aid Rob.
"' my brother's wife,"
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Sunday
SEPTEMBER 12, 1915
r-' 4000 Chicago School Teachers on Strike
Chicago's public school teachers were ordered to annul their mem
bership in the Teachers' Federation within 30 daysl They refused
and a fight is now on. Parents and pupils arc taking sides. The
controversy is of nation-wide importance. Its union labor possibil
ities and the manner in which it may affect the training of Young
America are points yet to be decided.
II
An American's Heroism in Stricken is , it
The noble work of Doctor Ryan in caring for typhus patients and
wounded soldiers in Belgrade is one of the high lights in the latest
foreign letter of Fullerton L. Waldo. The author paints a won
derful picture of the horrors of war and the Scranton physician's
devotion to duty in the shadow of death. ,
III
Ancient Pueblo Life in Philadelphia
Mrs. Lucy Wilson has excavated many important Indian relics
in New Mexico for the Philadelphia Commercial Museum. Her
expedition has been most successful in securing many genuine
rarities. Along with the fascinating history of the Aborigines are
interesting photos.
IV
Romance and Reward of American Songs
A noted Philadelphia music publisher takes Joseph Jackson behind
the scenes and shows the secrets of how songs arc produced, popular
ized, circularized and published. Mr. Jackson gives many interesting
instances of the manner in which ballads are accepted by the public.
"The City of Pleasure"
By ARNOLD BENNETT
The fourth instalment of this wonderful tale of mystery. The char
acters are" all introduced and the settings prepared for interesting
episodes to follow. Mr. Bennett is one of the most popular and
widely read of living novelists.
VI
The Dangers and Benefits of Exercise
By WOODS HUTCHINSON, A. M.. M. D.
How to take exercise with profit; the exercise that builds up and that
which actually reduces bodily vigor are given in detail. Some health
hints that are practical for the average person and scientific from the
phvs'cian's standpoint.
VII
Women's Interests
in i. nnstine Frederick's "The Vacuum Cleaner." The different
types and kinds suited to each household duty.
fStart Ypur Easter-Lilies Now," by Jane Leslie Kift.
"Observation Classes for Home Makers," by Virginia Earle.
"Welfare Work for Women," by Eleanor Gilbert.
"Child Mortality the Result of Ignorance," by Louise Hogan
Peggy Shippen's society page.
VIII
Sports Magazine
"The Weight Juggling Mistake of fhc New American Boxing Asso
ciation," by Wm. H. Rocap.
"The Innocent Victim of an Incomplete A. A. U: Investigation," by
E. R. Bushnell.
"The 'Lead-Off' Man Who 'Gets On' Wins the Ball Games," by
Geo. M. Young.
"The Managerial Fight in the American League," by Stoncy
McLinn. )
"Fitchburg Just Knew Pat Would Get There," by James M.
Guilfogle.
"Ten Women Exchange Shots," by F. W. Wilson.
"Making Motorboat Champions Under Present Rules," by E. H.
Rosenberger.
Intaglio Section
The New Idea in Naval War- Marine Pictures of Marines and
farc "The Screen Makers ,"
Educing Those Who Need" '
No Introduction. mc Camera!
Autumn in the Poconos.. sbury Park Carnival.
istory as Told by,
Sunday,, Setpinber 12th
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