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ftllIIMiUlLMNti IS PKOOIUCS8ING.
Preeddcnt-Klect and Mw?. Harding
and Party Visit Newport News.
Newport Nows, Va., Dec. 13.--Ba
ilor Keowec Courier: Just another
few lines from the groat ship-build
ing town. Wo ure having some nico
weather for ship-building. We have
had very little snow so fur tills win
ter, and the weather has been un
We are getting ready to launch a
huge I ?I,000-ton freight and passen
ger vososl -tho Silver State-which
will bo owned, when completed, by j
tho Pacific Mall Steamship Co. Her
run will be from 'Frisco. Cal., to Hon
olulu and Asiatic ports, i ompleted.
she will cost $6,500,000. Shu has a
sister ship, tho Golden State, of the
same type and dimensions, and there
are four others of the same type be
ing built by the Northern Shipyards.
Work is being increased rapidly Oil
the West Virginia and the Iowa, sis
ter ships of tho battleship Maryland.
Believe mo, Unelo Sam ls going to
have some navy by 1924.
Oin- first motto hero is "Safety
First," and second motto. "We Shall
Build Good Ships." This ship yard
lift! two submerged ship ways, the
only two In the United States, and
England lias two of the same type.
Saturday wo had two most dis
tinguished visitors In our shlp-bulld
lng city -Senator Harding, (Presi
dent-elect) and Mrs. Harding.
On Feb. If.th, 1019, the U. S. S.
Pastores came into Hampton Roads
In a cover of darkness, bringing over
wounded soldiers and sailors from
France. She came in again Dec. 4,
1920, in full glory, but this time tho
shouts of glee came from the shore
and air. She was bringing the Pres
iden t-olect and Mrs. Harding from
Panama Canal, to Newport Nows. At
8 o'clock the Pastores was beyond
Capo Hoary and Cape Charles and
was tuet by airplanes and seaplanes
far out at sea. At 10.2? tho Pastores
was docked at Pier 4 In Newport
News. Tho President-elect and Mrs.
Harding were about the flr.st to land.
They wero greeted by I-f. L. Fergu
son, general managen of the New
port N'ews Ship-building and Dry
Dock Company, and Mayor Hidden.
The cannons boomed at Old Point
Comfort in honor of the President-to
be. and all sailors stood at attention
and greeted Ibo distinguished guests
as the ship sailed by. Mr. and Mrs.
Harding on landing were shown
through the ship yards by Mr. Fer
guson. They went aboard the great
battleship Maryland. They also saw
Gio Constitution being riveted to
gether, and wont through tho large
machino shops. The President-elect
then came out of the ship yards and
spoke for fifteen minutes at the Acad
emy of Music. Thousands of people
thronged tho streets to greet him as
ho passed by. in his address Mr.
Harding stirred our pevople by de
claring that tn tho merchant marine
he sees the salvation of the American
commerce, and that ho sons ample
evidence of proper protection for tho
merchant marine in Uncle Sam's
wonderful navy. "Tho America to
which wo aspire," he said, ..must be
an America ol' ship-tmlldors. 1 want
American ships to sail to all parts of
the earth, carrying American com
merce and taking the message of
pence and good will toward man."
Mr. Harding said thal ho was indeed
proud t.o see so many mon ai their
daily task in tho ship yard. Kvery
man in the yard was work i ni; faith
fully when he came through. Tho
President-elect closed by painting a
pict uro of future greatness and pros
perity, declaring '.ml to-day is bul
the dawn, "(?lory to God in the high
est: peace on earth, good will toward
After the speaking al the academy
the party had lunch, ?he women go
ing to (lie Tidewater Club and tho
men M the Warwick Hotel. Mr. Fer
guson presided at the luncheon at
The Harding party left Newport
News early in the afternoon on a tor
pedo boat destroyer for Norfolk, Va.,
where they were guests of that city.
Then by rall to Redford City. Va.
Wishing ail the many readers of
The Courier, and the editor of the
paper, each and all, a merry Christ
mas and a happy, prosperous New
Year, Very truly,
Augustus H. Harrison.
Girls! Save Your Hair!
Make It Abundant ?
Immediately after a "Dandorlne"
massago, your lui ir lake-; on new
life, lustre and wondrous beauly, ap
pearing twice as heavy and plentiful,'
because each hair seems to Huff and ?
thicken. Don't let your hair stay life
less, colorless, plain or scraggly. You.
too, want lots of long, strong, hi ui
t i fill hair.
A 35-Conl bottle of delightful
"Dandorlne" freshen? your scalp,
checks dandruff and falling hair. Thia
stimulating "beauly tonic." gives to
thin, dull, fading hair that youthful
brightness and abundant thickness.
All druggists, adv.
American Indians made butter he
lore thi' Coming ol' Hie while man,
but used il. solely as an ointment for
i or-f rr?
N OLD num. his fol
low lodgers would
hnvc culled h I in,
hud they not long
ceased to specu
late upon Herr
Julius Mayo's ac
tivities In the
three poorly fur
nished roo ni s at
the top of the old
on lower Second
avenue. Hut he
was not so old
barely sixty, In
fact. Still, time ls
measured by Ivs
fullness, und t h e
o l d German h a d
lived through youth
and maturity, marriage and parent
hood, so that the future held nothing
in store for him except what he had
put into it; and of all life's Helios ho
had held to one thing only after his
wife had died.
That was his chemical researches.
Interest had attached Itself to him
at flrBt because he was suspected of
being a counterfeiter. He had. In fact,
bcon honored with a visit from the
chief of detectives when he first took
up lils abode in tho ramshackle old
place five years before. Hut Herr
Mayo had speedily convinced his call
er that ho was only a harmless crank,
engaged on eonio obstruso and appar
ently insoluble problem.
But the problem happened to te
ono toward whoso solution a thousand
brains wore Just then concentrated in
several hundred laboratories. It was,
in fact, the manufacturo of synthetic
rubbor. To thia end, which would
mean fabulous weaith for the discov
erer, Herr Mayo bent all his energies.
A tiny patrimony supported him mean
while. Onco he had been well-to-do,
and had had friends; that was when
ho waa a lecturer ac the Imperial uni
versity of Bonn, and before his reck
less marriage with a notorious actress
shocked and scandalized tho puritani
cal society-but why should ho be
recalling this now, as ho bent over
lila test tubes and weighed out Imper
ceptible quantities of compounds
from his tiny measuring scales? That
waa Herr Mayo's ono chivalrous act,
and he had paid In honor and wealth
and friends when ho plunged Into tho
irretrievable hocauBO love proved
stronger than prudence. And they
had alwayB been happy until she died,
Ave yoarB before, though often tbe
lean hunger wolf howled against the
threshold. But then there was their
child, Ida, and ehe, too, had become
a memory, and nothing remained ex
cept the bubbling teat tube and the
spreading color beneath the surface
layer of gold.
The old German shook his memories
away and smiled at tho changing
liquid. What was past was past, but
thero was alway? tho future, and Just
Why Am I Thinking of Minna Tonight?
now bc felt very Bure that he was on
tho track of his discovery. Then hon
or and wealth would bo his.
Once In a million times the Becker
of synthetic compounds may hit upon
his goal by chance. Hut almost uni
versally it ls a process of elimination,
of endless working round and round
toward an objective point which seems
to recede the more elusively aa ono
approacher it. Nine hundred and for
ty formulae he had written down In
microscopic figures upon a large fohl
cd sheet of paper, and these were com
pounds of but a fdngio form of carbon.
Of those seven and twenty were the
most promising, and he had grouped
"Now why am I thinking of Mluna
tonight?" growled the old man impa
tiently, rising and pushing back the
damp hair from his furrowed forehead.
Hut ho was not thinking of Minna,
except Indirectly. Ho Was thinking of
Ida. their daughter. It was five years
since his wife had died, and almo..t
upon the first anniversary of her death
he had driven his daughter from hip
home when in her agony and despair
she confessed to him that she had sul
lied tho name abe boro. Sho had mar
ried secretly a worthless fellow who,
lt turned out, had a wife living. He
had died since, but he could not forget
the stigma. The Mayos had been of
the old Junker families, who had held
honorable records In Hast Prussia. He,
Julius, had lost casto when he mar
ried the actress, but that, at least,
was a legitimate union. And now, his
daughter's Involuntary offense would
banish them both forever should he
return with his discovery, to seek
social recognition In his native land.
The years of ostracism and loneliness,
to be redeemed at the end by this tri
umph, had made the old man very bit
ter. When Ida left him the last link
that bound him to humanity seemed to
have snapped. He often told himself
that he was glad she was gone. He
had put the very thought of her away;
lt should not rise up now.
A tupping sounded at the door, and
he rose up wearily to open lt. Outside
stood the postman. He was very late
because lt was the holiday season and
his mall waa large. The old man gave
him a Btnall weekly sum to bring his
letters to hl8 apartment instead of
leaving them In the box beneath. His
correspondence was too precious, just
now, to trust to the mercies of those
easily opened boxes. Ono letter that
/He Tore the Papers Into 20 Strips.
went astray might throw him back a
week lu his researches, and others
were on tho track, eager to antici
pate him in his discovery. He took
a thin envelope from tho postman,
glancing at it indifferently. No, this
was not from the chemical works.
Well, doubtless that one would arrive
on tho morrow. Ho voiced the hope
"Why, professor, there's no delivery
tomorrow," said the letter carrier,
cheerfully. "Don't you know what
night this is? This is Christmas Eve."
Christmas Eve! Good! That would
mean less traffic In the street beneath
his window to disturb bim the next
day. But stay! That meant a post
ponement in tho letter's arrival. He
grumoled something at the letter car
rier, who went down the uncarpeted
?tatra, shaking his head at the strange
ness of some people in not knowing
when Christmas Eve caine. But doubt
less he had no friends to keep the date
In his memory, poor old fellow!
Herr Mayo looked at the letter again
arid his face paled. His heart began
to drum in his e^.rs, and he cast lt
down on a table and sank Into a chair,
passing his hand wearily across his
' forehead. The letter was from his
i After awhile he found courage lo
open it, and, when he had read the
first line, ho read lt all, swallowing
hard In his throat.
"Dearest Father" (it ran):
"Doi.'t think that I am writing to
you tonight to beg your aid. But lt ls
just five years since mother died, and
a little moro than four since. I last saw
you, and I cannot keep silence any
longer. I want to tell you that a little
boy was born to mo. Ho ls all the
world to me. Indeed, we nro v?ry
happy. I teach him to mention you
in his prayers. Wo do not want
money, for I con support him, and I
would work my fingers to tho bono for
him. But I want him to know you,
fat lier. Will you not forget all the
past and let me bring or send him
to you, for mother's sake, BO that he
may grow up to feel that I am not
the only relative he has on earth? He
ls named Julius, after you, and he has
1 flaxen curls all over his shoulders.
i He Is tho dearest thing in the world
j to me."
Tho address given was quite near
j whe.ro Herr Mayo Pved. No doubt his
daughter had often passed his house;
perhaps she had seen him sometimes
when, pondering over his problem, he
paced the streets, a curious, shabby
ligure, In that busy mart of men.
Herr Mayo raised bia head and sot
I the lotter down with trembling fin
gers. He was not by nature a hard
man; his marriage had protad that
But be had made/his choice for once
and for all. He looked toward the
teat tube on the table. The golden
liquid was slowly cooling Into brown
And he knew that that lay between
them as surely as though each gleam
ing bubblo on lt were miser's g-ld.
ilia past should uover rise up *o dis
turb him now. lt was lo ii>uiu;.e lils
grief and disappointment at first, that
he had turned toward lils researches.
Now the hobby had become a tyrant,
and he had sold his soul into its keep
lng. His choice was made. He tore
tho paper into twenty strips and flung
them into the blazing stove. He hud
but glanced at the address, and al- j
ready it had vanished from his mind.
Now there was no turning back,
though his daughter's words scorched
his soul as the paper was scorching lu
the Are. j
He turned to his work again. But
ho could work no longer. Phantoms :
of his past rose up to reproach him.
There was his wife, Minna, looking at
him with her steady eyes; he had '
never refused her anything, aud ho j
knew that, were she alive, he could i
. not have treated her daughter as he \
! had done. And the liquid In the tube
waa brown, burnod out gold that had
; lost Ita power to charin him. He
stopped and listened. Somewhere up
the street the Christmas bells were
calling worshipers to church. So they
had called him once, long ago, in Ger
: many, when he was a lad with the
, world before him and filled with the
I zest of life. The remembrances of his
early days surged over him like a lava
: flood. Ho could stay no longer In that
big, empty room, nnd, clapping on his
hat over his gray locks, he rushed
: wildly down the stairs and out into the
; A steady stream of persons was
traveling In one direction, and he foll
. In with them perforce because ho did
; not want to battle his way along the
curb against them. Presently the
? stream began to pour Into a church,
carrying him with it. Herr Mayo did !
not know what denomination of
church it was, and ho might not have
known had his wits been alert, so
long it was since he had been Insldo !
one. But as he sat among the worship- i
ers, hearing the organ peal and tho
words of eternal hope and mercy,
something seemed to burst Inside his |
shriveled old heart and the warm tides
of pity and love leaped througn the"'
barriers that he had upreared against
them. In that moment he knew that j
ho was the worst of sinners; he had
set up his prido, a cruel idol in his i
heart, and pulled down tho Christ; I
and tho idol was broken and only the
tragical figure of the Son of God re
I Children's voices were Binging, up
! raised in sweet, clear carols of praise.
He raised his head, the miserable old
man, and listened. Why, that was a
hymn that he had learned in Prussia,
when ho was a boy. And tho old faith ;
remained for each generation, here, j
too, across the wide Atlantic, and only
he wus shut off from this holy com- |
munion. He thought of Minna; her :
heart had been always his, and she :
had been quite true to him, in spite ot
the stories people told about her past, ,
and they had stood before the minister
in just such a church, with ruin be
fore them, and knew only the joy In i
their own souls. Then suddenly
through the gloom, and right across j
; the church, he saw Minna apaln. Her j
face was as lt had been on that day
' of their marriage, surrounded With a
halo of yellow hair; hut when he
rose, staring, and saw the woman stir,
he knew that it was not Minna, but
his daughter Ida.
; In that moment he wanted nothing
so much as to enfold her In hlB arms,
to lay his gray head upon her bosom
'. "You Are Looking for 6omebody, Sir?"
j He Asked.
and sob out his wretchedness there.
Minna lived In hei again, for mother
hood had wrought a miracle on tho
pale, listless girl, who had cringed be
fore his anger four years before and at
Inst gone sullenly from his homo, pen
niless, Into tho darkness.
I But sho had not seen him, nor would
; she. Mayo saw now tho cnuso of that
maternal light In her eyes, bright
with tho lovo that he hnd denied hor.
1 They woro bent upon n little, yellow
haired boy who sat restless beside her,
ildgetting, as boys will fidget in
church. And tho boy, in turn, waB a
replica of Ida's infancy.
Ho must tako her homo. They
would be all to ono another, the three
of them. His heart yearned over these
two generations of his own flesh and
blood. And when tho service ended,
ho roso eagerly, to cross to whore they
were eeated. But the people, moving
out of their pews into the aisle, ob*
Btructed his passage, and he WBB com
pelled to make a circuitous detour in
order to reach his objective. He saw
her, lost her; and at last, when he
reached the pew where ehe had sat?
Ida was gone. Ile hurried frantically
hither and thither. The church was
empty now; and yet lt seemed incredi
ble that he had lost her for over. ,
Somebody touched him on the arm. A
clergyman in a long black gown was
speaking to him.
"You aro looking for somebody, I
sir?" he asked kindly.
"My daughter," the old man mum
"She must have gone homo. No
doubt you will find hor at home, i
There ls nobody here."
Tho old man turned and began
stumbling homeward through the thin
ning street crowds' Once ho had
gained the street which led to his
house he bogan running .like a mad
man. Truly it must be aa the clergy
man had Bald. Ida was at homo, of
course, with her little boy. She had
never left him; all that had been a
bad dream from which he would
awake when he entered. He let him
self lu and Bwitched on the electric
light. Tho room waB empty and al
most bare, and it had never looked BO
forlorn and, miserable before.
Ho realized that Bhe was lost to
him forever. She would accept his
silence as final; ehe would never wrlto
to him again. And her address had
vanished from' his memory utterly.
He had barely glanced at lt once and
purposely refrained from looking at
it again before ho toro the letter Into
fragments and flung them into the
stove. He had chosen his miser's gold,
and it lay like a dead weight upon his
A scrap of paper on the floor caught
his eye. He picked it up; it was a
morsel of the envelope and bore hia
name. Julius Mayo, and tho first fig
ure of tho house number. Perhaps
other morselB might have fluttered
out of tho fire-perhaps Just tho one
which would give him the clue to his
daughter's address. Instantly ho waB
down upon his knees auri raking
among the dying embers, turning over
the coals, begriming his hands with
the clinker ash. Another scrap re
warded his efforts. This was the up
per corner of tho envelopo, bearing a
portion of the canceled stamp, with
tho benign features of Washington.
There was no moro; he could not And
BO much as a singlo charred fragment. 1
Tho old man rose slowly and stared
at his white face in the little glass
that hung above tho mantel. His eyeB
were feverish and his gray hair hung
In a disordered mass over bia fore
head. He remembered the old Ger
man legend that on one day in the
year the souls in hell were permitted
to stand outside the gates of Paradise
and to look in. This was his day;
this was Christmas Eve, the anniver
sary of Minna's death, the one day
In the year on which he might Bave
his soul. The pride and greed were
there, only dominated for the present
by the influence of his mood; if he
gave rein to them again he would be
loBt irretrievably. And tho mood
must pass because he pould not find
tho letter. Tomorrow, ho knew, his
work would abBorb him again, his
heart would harden, as old men's
hoartB do. The gates of Paradise
stood open wide for him-and he had
lost the key.
He walked slowly across the room.
His mind waB made up; ho would de
stroy all the fruits of his experiments,
batter down that Idol which ho had
set up to wean him from his own.
Ho raised his arm to sweep every
thing to tho floor-test tubes, bottles,
papers. He hesitated. Could he let
the fruits of all those years of experi
ment go? He might at leaBt save the
formulae. Or waa that sacrifice neces
sary If ho was to save his soul from
Suddenly his roving eyes rested
upon the test tube which he had left
on the table.
Ho shouted aloud with Joy. The
mood had passed; the idol had reared
itself again. Ida was forgotten.
Something had happened during his
absence that he had nevor managed to
bring about before. The liquid In the
tube had passed from gold to brown,
and from brown to a streaky, flaky
mass of creamy, Jelly-like fluid. It
was almost artificial rubber.
Ho was upon the track at last. HIB
composition, In cooling, had coagulat
ed as rubber coagulates. This was
not rubber, but lt was not far from
lt. It was a compound which con
tained all tho olemonts of rubber.
Hut somewhere, In the building of it,
two or three molecules had gono
astray, or fastened themselves to the
wrong elements, just as one may put
a picture puzzle together and not
quito flt tho pattorn. Ho was very
close now; he must try tho next form
ula, and tho next, and tho next; lt
might he only a matter of a fow days
before success crowned his efforts.
Ho sought, feverishly for tho paper
with the microscopic handwriting, the
result of years of research work and
endless experimentation. It was not
in its accustomed place, and ho bogan
turning his notes over,-hunting for lt.
It must be on the other table, then
yes, thero lay a folded shoot under the
blotting sheet. Ho reached for lt and
picked up-his daughter's letter.
Mayo stared at lt without under
standing. How had this paper, which
ho had torn tip and thrown into tho
furnaco, como back to him? At last
tho staggering truth burst in upon
him. Ho had destroyed tho formula
In place of tho lotter, and all tho work
of years had gonn for nothing. Ho
could never begin all over again.
Evon If ho hnd the enterprise, lhere
was no Hmo, for others were hard
upon the scent.
He sank back Into his chair. All
his life was ruined now and the last
l??usfon tiaT come toppling down. He*
Borang to bis fest and rusned into bis
bedroom. From its case be extracted
his razors He would end everything
with one swift, merciful sweep.
AB he stood before the mirror with
the open razor in his hand he heard
a toft tapping at his door. He
frowned impatiently Why could uot
tho fools leave him at thikj Juncture?
Ile stede acrosB tho room and turned
'he key. Outside ?here was a whim
oering-a child's whimpering Impa
tiently ho turned the key again,
moued the door, and found himself
looking down at a little child of four
.or five years, with ?'axen curia, and
tho look of Ida upon his face
Th-? .'nlld screwed its grlruv tlstB
into Its eyes and the tears Uowed
"Who are you'" demanded Herr*
Mayo with sudden tenderness.
'Tse Julius," sobbed tho child. "I
want my grandpa."
"Who ls your grandpa?" asked the?
old man, stooping and raising ibo boy
in his arma.
"My grandpa lives here an' you're
my grandpa. Mamma saw you in
church an' I-I followed you, but you
went BO quick 1 lost you and my
mamma, too. But I knew you lived
hero, 'cause mamma oftejj showed me
when we used to paBS."
Herr Julius Mayo carried the child
into the room. Ho put back tho razor
In its case. ' Then he went Into his
laboratory and began pitching the
tubes and bottles into the stove The
crashing glass alarmed the little boy.
"What are you doing, grandpa?" he
"Just tearing down an Idol, sonny,'*
answered the old man. "When you
are grown up. maybe, you will re
"Who Are You?" D
Mayo With Sudden Tendernesb.
member this, and tear down your old
idols, too. Como, sonny, we're going
home to mamma."
Ho picked him up again and carried,
him downstairs with infinite tender
ness. At tho street door ho stopped
and imprinted a kiss upon the nod
ding head that rested on hiB shoul
der. And outside the clocks were
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take HAYES' HEALING HONEY, a
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Tho healing effect of Hnyes' Healing Hortoy in
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