The Pearsall Leader (Pearsall, Tex.), Vol. 17, No. 51, Ed. 1 Friday, April 5, 1912 Page: 2 of 8
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i, STORY J
HIS TOWN
By MARIE VAN VORST
Dhsinliui ly M. G. KETTNER
ffigiu, mo, i»y The Babbs-Merrill Co.)
SYNOPSIS.
r, the 22-year-old son of the
on-dollar copper kine of Blalr-
lont., is a guest at the English
i -idv Galorey. Dan’s father had
urteous to Lord Galorey during
to the United States and the
is now being returned to the
i on. The youth has an ideal girl
'nd He meets Lily, Duchess of
uer, a beautiful widow, who Is
1 by his immense fortune.
HAPTER II.—Continued.
Lady Galorey hesitated, disap-
bad—I had specially arranged
:y Grandcourt to drive over
-en. I thought it would be a
chance for her to see Dan.”
at length the duchess had suc-
in getting Dan to herself to-
ft end of the day in the red
ter tea, she said:
ou won't marry a London
‘Why, yc
d only to
e w ould j
‘Don’t try
nless you
•oldly Dan had an-
ilk, all of you, as if I
any girl of them, and
down my throat.”
the duchess answered,
at to have your mouth
• did not reply for a second, but
• 1 at her more seriously, con-
o? her grace and her good
She was certainly better to
it than the simple girls with
g hands, small wits, long faces
- the boy expressed it. "utter
o? get-up.” The duchess shone
t to advantage.
by don’t you talk to me?" she
softly. “You know you would
- talk to me than the others.”
' he said frankly; “they make
i nervous.”
“And I don’t?”
he =aid. "I learn a lot every
tse w'e are together.”
n ' she repeated, cot particu-
lar tered by this. “What sort of
about the whole business.” he
i;rned vaguely. “You know what 1
she said with a slight laugh,
• *n to say you talk to me for
■ nal purposes? What a beast-
’ did not contradict her. She
go means Eve to him, nor was
raw recruit his simplicity might
a; to think. He had had his
ions and his way out of them
easy one; for he was very
to ?tir, and back of all was his
ie reality and power of this
'an knew best at moments like
t the Duchess of Breakwater
the most lovely woman—the
dangerous woman that had come
He liked her—Dan was well
the way to love.
two were alone in the big dark
At their side the small table,
h they had taken their tea
• ■ r, stood with Its empty cups
silver. Without, the day was
an i windy, and the sunset threw
-he panes a red reflection. The
i on the Duchess of Breakwa-
‘hing like a veil—a crimson
pped over her face and breast,
eaned toward Dan, and between j
■ e was no taore barrier than j
*~rn light lie felt his pulses
a tide rising within him. She
d^deious emanation, fragrant
u and fe.-j he might have gatb-
. cluster of Cowers, so In the
econd he would have taken her
—ms, but from the other room
n Lady Galorey, at the piano,
Cnatch from Mandalay, strlk-
■ce into the tune. The sound
iddenly, told them quickly
• was near, and the Duchess
k water involuntarily moved
d so knocked the small tray,
and it fell clattering to the
CHAPTER III.
Blalrtown Soloist,
had a population of some
nd There was a Presby-
b to which Dan and his
regularly, sitting in the
h-n the winter’s storms
tiled on the panes, or in
sunshine, when the smell
and the panama fans and
K)ks came strong to them
tere was a missionary ser-
r she first time in its his-
sing a solo In the First
church Dan Blair heard
). and it made a mark In
girl in a white dress
h blue gentians, white cot-
acd golden hair, was the
It was the girl’s voice. Stand-
back of the yellow-painted rail,
soloist ffe knew her. that Is, he
had a nodding acquaintance with her.
It was the girl at the drug store who
sold soda water, and he had asked her
some hundreds'of times for a '‘vanilla
or a chocolate,” but it wasn’t this vul-
gar memory that made the little boy
listen,
ing
above the minister’s pulpit, above the
flies, the red pews and the panama
fans, she sang, and she sang into Dan
Blair’s soul. To speak more truly,
she made him a soul in that moment.
She awakened the boy; his collar felt
tight, his cheeks grew hot. He felt
his new boots, too, hard and heavy.
She made him want to cry. These
were the physical sensations—the ma-
terial part of the awakening. The rest
went on deeply inside of Dan. She
broke his heart; then she healed it.
She made him want to cry like a girl;
then she wiped his tears.
The little boy settled back and grew
more comfortable and listened, and
what she sang was.
“From Greenland’s icy mountains,
From India’s coral stra—ands.”
Before the hyipn reached Its end he
was a calm boy again, and the hymn
took up its pictures and became like
an illustrated book of travels, and he
wanted to see those pea-green peaks
of Greenland, to float upon the ice-
bergs to them, and see the dawn
break on the polar seas as the ex-
plorers do. . . . He should find the
north pole some day! Then he wanted
to go to an African jungle, where the
tiger, “tiger shining bright,’’ should
flash his stripes before his eyes! Dan
would gather wreaths of coral from
the stra—ands and give them to the
girl with the yellow hair. When be
and his father came out together from
the church, Dan chose the street that
passed the soda fountain drug store
and peeped in. it was dark and cool,
and behind the counter the drug clerk
mixed the summer drinks; and the
drug clerk mixed them from that time
ever afterward—for the girl with the
yellow hair never showed up In Blair-
town again. She went away!
CHAPTER IV.
In the Coral Room.
’Mandalay” had run at the Gaiety
the season before and again opened
the autumn season. Light and charm-
ing, thoroughly musical, it had toured
successfully through Europe, but Lon-
don was its home, and its popularity
was chiefly owing to the girl who had
starred In it—Letty Lane. Her face
was on every postal card, hand bill,
not taken Into consideration by any j
of them. No one had treated him like
a junior. He had gone neck to neck
with their pace as far as he liked,
furnished them fresh amusement, and
been their diversion. In all his rare
unspoiled youth, Blair had been sud-
denly dropped down in an effete set
that had whirled about him, and one
by one out of the inner circle had
called him to join them; and one
by one with all of them Dan had
whirled.
Lord Galorey had talked to him
frankly, as plainly as If Dan had been
his own father, and found much of the
old man’s common sense in his line
blond head. Lady Galorey had come
to him in a moment of great anxiety,
and no one but her young guest knew
how badly she needed help. He had
further made it known to the lady
that he was not in the marriage mar-
ket; that she could not have him Tor
any of her girls. And as for the
Duchess of Breakwater, wTell—he had
whirled with her until his head swam.
He had grown years older at the Park
in the few wreeks oNhis visit, but now
for the first time, as the music of
Mandalay” struck upon his ears, like
a ripple of distant seas, he felt like
the boy who had left Blalrtown to
come abroad. He had spent the most
part of the day in London with a man
who had come over to see him from
America. Dan attended to his busi-
ness affairs, and the people who knew
said that he had a keen head. Mr.
Joshua Ruggles, his father’s best
friend, whom Dan this afternoon had
left to go to his room at the Carlton,
had put his arm with affection through
the boy’s.
“Don’t look as though it were any
too healthy down to the place you're
visiting at, Dan. Plumbing all right?
And the boy, flushing slightly, had
said: “Don’t you fret. Josh, I’ll look
after my health, all right.”
“There’s nothing like mountain air,"
returned the westerner. “These old
fogs stick in my nostrils; feel as
though I could smell London clean
down to my feet!”
From the corner of the box Dan
looked hard at the stage, at the fresh
brilliant costumes and the lovely cho-
rus girls.
“Gosh,” he thought to himself, “they
are the prettiest ever! Dove-gray,
eyes of Irish blue, mouths like roses!
Leaning forward a little toward the
duchess he whispered: “There isn’t
one who isn’t a winner. I never struck
such a box of dry goods!”
The duchess smiled on Dan with
good humor. His naive pleasure was
BANDITS KILL WOMEN,
CHILDREN, PRIESTS
TRIED REMEDY
FOR THE GRIP.
Raid Bulgarian Wedding in
Chapel, Capture Three Guests,
Mutilate One, Kill Two.
Salonika.—The following sequence
of incidents which have occurred re-
cently, provides examples for atroci
ties which are spreading terror
throughout Macedonia.
While a Bulgarian wedding was be-
ing celebrated in the village of Sym
lar, a band of 11 Bulgarians swept
down on the assembled party ant
seized three individuals named Janas,
Nicola and Elias. The bandits cut
off the ears of the first named and as
sassinated his companions. The
bandits then fled to the mountains.
Assassinated Four Men.
A Bulgarian band, captained by a
man named Cerkule, entered the vil
lage of Helepa and assassinated four
men and two women. Hearing the
shrieks of terror, a group of soldiers
in the district of Kozana hurried to the
scene in time to witness the formal
execution of a poor shepherd boy by a
band of Greeks.
Passing through the woods at Krun-
gel, a group of soldiers discovered the
mutilated bodies of three unknown
individuals who had been assassinated
some time previously.
A band of 25 or more penetrated the
monastery of Guriche, and having
seized and bound Alexi, the superior,
Kai, his mother, aged ninety, and
nine other persons, mostly over sixty
years of age. dragged them to the
chapel and there assassinated them.
The murderers afterward proceeded to
pillage the chapel and carried off
everything in value
KILLED WHILE SAVING MEN
Chicago Contractor Gives Workmen
Timely Warning, But is Crushed
by Falling Wall.
Chicago.—With a command for his
Workmen to retreat from a dangerous
wall Herman Falkensteln, wrecking
iontractor and husband of the fonnd-
»r of the Esther Falkenstein settle-
ment, spoke his last words the other
lay.
‘Get back, men. That wall is
shaky,” he said to his men, and an in-
stant later he was caught beneath the
tumbling wall. Twenty-eight frantic
workmen dug hurriedly into the debris
and the crushed and torn form was re-
moved, still breathing.
The accident occurred at 2811 South
Michigan avenue. A quick run was
made with the injured man to St.
Luke’s hospital, where he died a few
minutes after his arrival. His wife and
MEXICAN
MUSTANG
LINIMENT
For Cow.' Caked Udder.
Mr* *. Julia Lester, Columbus. Gs., writes:
“1 Tried your Mustang Liniment on a
cow that was suffering from Caked Udder
and in a few days she was in good
again. It’s a good liniment.”
25c. 5Qc. $ 1 a bottle at Drug A Genl Stores
THE ONE GIRL FOR HIM.
The Girl (who has been suffering
Tom sore throat)—The doctor told
me that I must never talk for mere
than two minutes at a time.
The Man—How delightful! Darling,
will you marry me?
Astonished Husband.
De Wolfe Hopper tells a good story
about the domestic unhappiness of an-
other actor. The hero of the joke wa*
a man who had married because the
woman had much money, although no
beauty. Naturally, after the wedding
ceremony and the acquisition of the
bride’s financial resouroee. the kus
band was never very attentive tr her
Another member of the company in
which the couple were appearing was,
however, far more appreciative of tbe
ady’s charms, and proceeded to mako
ove to her in an ardent but stealthy
manner. The grand finale caine one
evening when the actor discovered
the other man kissing his wife. The
fond lover stood petrified with fear,
and expected to be shot down the
next moment.
No such thing happened. The out-
raged husband only lifted his bands
toward the ceiling with* a gesture of
intense surprise, and exclaimed:
“Merciful heavens! And he didn’t
even have to!”
HARD TO DROP r
But Many Drop It
He Liked Her—Dan Was Well on the Way to Love.
cosmetic box and even popular drinks
were named for her.
The night of the Osdene box party
was the reopening of "Mandalay,” and
the curtain went up after the over-
ture to an outburst of applause. Dan
Blair had never "crossed the pond”
before this memorable visit, w’hen he
had gone straight out to Osdene Park.
London theaters and London itself, in-
deed, were unexplored by him. lie
had seen what there was to be seen
of the opera bouffe in bla own coun-
try, but the brilliant, perfect perform-
ance of a company at the I>ondon
Gaiety he had yet to enjoy.
The opening scene of “Mandalay” is
oriental; the burst of music and the
tinkling of the silvery temple bells
and the effect of an extremely blue
sea, made Dan “sit up,” as he put it.
The theatrical picture was so perfect
that he lifted his head, pushed his
chair back ■ to enjoy. He was thus
close to the duchess. With invigorat-
ing young enthusiasm the boy drew in
his breath and w'aited to be amused
and to hear. The tunes he already
knew before the orchestra began to
charm his ear.
On landing at Plymouth Dan had
been keen to feel that he was really
stepping into the world, and at Os-
dene Park he had been daily, hourly
"seeing life.” The youngest of tne
household, bis youth nevertheless was
delightful. It was like taking a child
to a pantomime. She was wearing his
flowers and displaying a jewel that he
had found and bought for her, and
which she had not hesitated to accept.
She watched his eager face and his
pleasure unaffected and keen. She
could not believe that this young man
was master of ten million pounds.
W$ien lvetty Lane appeared Blair
heard a light rustle like rain through
the auditorium, a murmur, and the
house rose. There was a well-bred
calling from the stalls, a call from the
pit, and generous applause—"Letty
Lane—Letty Lane!” and as though
she were royalty, there was a flutter-
ing of handkerchiefs like flags. The
young fellow with the others stood in
the back of the box, his hands in his
pockets, looking at the stage. There
wasn’t a girl in the chorus as pretty
as this prima donna! Letty Lane
came on in “Mandalay” in the first act
in the dress of a fashionable princess.
She was modish and worldly. For the
only time in the play she was modern
and conventional, and whatever breed-
ing she might have been able to claim,
from whatever class she was born, as
she stood there in her beautiful gown
she was grace itself, and charm She
was distinctly a star, and showed her
appreciation of her audience’s admira-
tion.
ffO bE CONTINUED^
Caught Beneath the Tumbling Wall.
daughter, Myrtle Loeb Falkenstein,
hastened from the settlement house on
the Northwest side, but were too late.
“My husband came to his death
through watchfulness over his men,”
said Mrs. Falkenstein. “He ordered
them back that he might take all the
risk.”
Mr. Falkenstein was engaged *Tn
wrecking a three-story brick building.
A young Calif, wife talks about
coffee:
“It was hard to drop Mocha and
Java and give Postum a trial, but my
nerves were so shattered that I was
a nervous w'reck and of course that
means all kinds of ills.
“At first I thought bicycle riding
caused it and I gave it up, but my con-
dition remained unchanged. I did not
want to acknowledge coffee caused the
trouble for I was very fond of it.
“About that time a friend came to
live with us, and I noticed that after
he had been with us a week he would
not drink his coffee any more. I asked
him the reason. He replied, ‘I have
not had a headache since I left off
drinking coffee, some months ago, till
last week, when I began again, here at
your table. I don't see how anyone
can like coffee, anyway, after drink
ing Postum’!
“I said nothing, but at once ordered
a package of Postum. That was five
months ago, and we have drank no
coffee since, except on two occasions
when we had company, and the result
each time was that my husband could .
not sleep, but lay awake and tossed
and talked half the night. We were
convinced that coffee caused his suf-
fering, so we returned to Postum, con-
vinced that the coffee was an enemy,
instead of a friend, and he is troubled
no more by insomnia.
“I, myself, have gained 8 pounds in
weight, and my nerves have ceased to
quiver. It seems so easy now to quit
the old coffG6 that caused our aches
and ilia and take up Postum.” Name
given by Postum Co., Battle Creek,
Mich.
Read the little book, “The Road to
Wellville,” in pkga. “There’s a reason.”
Hvrr read the above letterf A tew
oae appear* from time to time. Tfcey
■ re areautae, true, mad full of huaaaa
IniereoC
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