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The lady in the picture above is Mrs. Samuel
The man is Carter Glass, U. S. secretary of
j|He is taking her application for a VICTORY
'Mrs. Woodfill'was one-of the very first Ameri
ca to buy a Fifth Liberty Boijd.
|^Vnd who is Mrs. Woodfill?
I She's the wife of Tlifeutenant Samuel Woodfill,
of Cunel. That's who she is. .The worthy
wife of as fine an American as ever lived!
You remember Lieutenant Woodfill? He was
oie of the heroes picked by Pershing, whose heroic
d&)s "over there" \ye^jp retold in a series of arti
sj published in this newspaper, entitled, "Ten
st Hero Stories
I We will repeat a few sentences,from the Story
On Oct. 12 the lieutenant-Was leading men of
Co. M., Sixtieth Infantry into action at Cunel.
They ran into a hell of a German machine gun
fire, and were halted.
Picking two privates, Lieutenant Woodfill
said, "Follow me."
They did. When near the gun, Lieutenant
Woodfill told them to remain under cover while he
went ALONE to the Hun nest. When they saw
him coming alone THREE Hun privates rushed at
him. He shot and killed the three. Then the Hun
officer sprang upon him, giving him no time or
rdftjge for his rifle. So Woodfill used his gun as a
club and beat the Hun down, drawing his pistol to
Then the company advanced. Then tiiey came
upon another machine gun nest. And again Wood
rill went ALONE to clean it out. And he did, cap
Uu ing the THREE Huns in the pit.
The company advanced. A third Machine gun
nest clocked the way. For the third time this
super-American went ahead, ALONE, and wiped
out the Huns, this time using1 a pick as a weapon
in a hand-to-hand encounter.
Then the company went on to victory.
Lieutenant Samuel Woodfill didn't wait, hesi
tate, postpone, hum-and-haw about doing his duty
doing what he thought ought to be done some
thing his country wanted done!
And his wife didn't say, "Let somebody else
with more money buy our country's bonds we've
done enough in this war." You bet she didn't.
it THE VICTORY LOAN IS NOT TAXATION
Money received from the sale of the Fifth Lib
erty (Victory) Loan will not PAY war debts. It
will pay war BILLS. That is, the money thus
raised will he used in settling the federal govern
ment's obligations at banks where treasury cer
tificates are held as evidences of the government's
indebtedness, issued beginning last November,
supplied money for the payment of war bills,
which inducted to the extent of many hundred
millions, the cost of returning our soldiers from
abroad and from training camps.
The Victory Loan merely changes the person
nel of the government's creditors. By the pur
chase of a bond, you, instead of some bank, are
financing your government to that extent You
are not paying any portion of the national war
debt you^are substituting yourself ln'place of a
bank MB jrfur government's creditor. And instead
of paying the bank interest for loaning its money,
jrou payyoorsetf thelhterest.
i* Ao 'hritiM^ifcciire
RATES PAYABLE IN ADVANCE
by carrier per year $7.20
Dfisiv by mail per year (In Bismarck) 7.20
Daily by mail per year (In state outside of Bismarck) 5.00
Daily by mail outside of North Dakota 6.00
THE STATE'S OLDEST NEWSPAPER.
THE WIFE OP A SUPERHERO!
bank, in this or any other country, as strong as
this government. And Victory Bonds are the
promissory notes of this government, backed by
all the wealth of the wealthiest country on earth,
and backed by all Americans of today and
Victory Bonds are safe, sound, profitable,.
But they are not taxation.
Nothing in the law paving the way for this or
any preceding Liberty Loan gives any person, or
any group of persons, any committee, or any gov
ernment official, the right to "assess" any other
person than himself., The very spirit of democ
racy is violated wheri one person seeks to compel
a fellow citizen to INVEST a. single penny or a
million dollars in the bonds of his government.
He SHOULD invest, for it is a GOOD invest
ment. But he should not be forced to invest, if he
cannot see that it is the thing for him to do. He
should not be brow-beaten, intimidated, threat
ened, for not a word in the Liberty Loan legisla
tion permits even a suggestion of such a thing. He
may be compelled to pay his taxes but the Victory
Loan is not taxation. It is —OUGHT TO BE—
the voluntary lending of money.
We may—each of us—"assess" ourselves to
the amount of bonds we think we can afford to
buy, the investment we believe we can make. But
let us not "assess" our neighbor's ability to invest.
If that is necessary the logical and legal way is to
call it a tax and not a loan, to demand it from
him and not plead for it, to make it a duty of citi
zenship, not a privilege. Then, tax assessors and
collectors, will do the work, not the fine host of
voluntary citizens who are selling bonds in this
Every Victory Loan salesman, we believe, will
remember that he, or she, is a governmental bond
seller—NOT A TAX COLLECTOR!
"IF YOU KNOWS OF A BETTER 'OLE,
GO TO IT!"
For our part, we believe in sticking to our own
home town—and, as we stick to it, we intend to
We believe Bismarck is a good place to live!
We believe it is the BEST place to live!
And we believe that under the glorious folds of
the banner of Americanism, a unit for the defense
of the institutions of our fathers, instinct with
the enthusiasm of realized democracy, our city
will keep on growing, each year a still better place
to live!—Estill h&ppier and more fortunate com
,s Bismarck had the
"for intensified pros
Never in, i^s history
golden chance now Vjffem
perity and for far-reaching achievement of its
BECAUSE—never in its history have its citi
zens been joined together in such firm and public
spirited bonds of patr}otijS/n as those created by
the past two years of war.
NOW-Mve believe—is the time to begin har
vesting the fruits of this war-engendered spirit of
MUTUAL MUNICIPAL ALLEGIANCE.
The great Liberty Loan campaigns, the war
chest and alied war relief drives, all our big cele
brations and patriotic rallies, this whole era of
intensive public speaking, community organiza
tion, mutual co-operation, and common self-sacri
fice for a common cause—these things have re
sulted in an unprecedented outpouring of high
minded civic enthusiasm.
They have vitalized and dramatized for us our
city's heart and soul.
Shall all this enthusiasm be mere froth, to be
blown away in the first light zephyrs of peace
Shall it not rather be crystallized AT !ONCE
AND FOREVER, into an intense and universal
civic loyalty—a deepening faith in our city which
will soon prove to be Bismarck's richest asset
The answer rests in the daily thoughts and
deeds of each and all of us.
Let us start right now—while the power
of war-created community spirit is still
strong within us—to boost our home town
and our home town's institutions to come
to bat for our own local industries to pat
ronize our own merchants and our own
banks to stand by our schools, churches
The greater wealth, the greater happiness, the
greater well-being of each of us individually and
of all collectively, is the aim.
A city united, self-reliant, secure in its grow
ing prosperity, will be the sure result.
^et this, then, be the quaintessence of our
To know our city, to believe in it, to stick to it,
to work for it, to be loyal to it today, and to rally
to every policy looking toward its betterment to
For we believe that only as Mr. You-and-I rec
ognize our essential solidarity, our common alle
giance not only to the institutions of the nation as
a whole, BUT ALSO TO THE INSTITUTIONS OF
THIS COMMUNITY in which we have chosen to
live*—only thus can we realize to the full in our
own lives and homes the blessings of peace and
prosperity, the ideals of social service and democ
racy for which the war was fought and won.
When the allied artillery opens up on the Bol
shevik forces, the bewhiskered Slav doubtless
thanks his God that we are not really at war with
Exports in, March were valued at JB05,000,000,
but at present prices ft doesn't take much to be
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"But he didn't believe that when 1
told him so the other day. He was
kind—he'd always be that—and en
couraging. But it was quite plain
that I'd become to him just one of
those freak fool inventors that they
make jokes about in the comic supple
ments:—somebody to be sorry.to* aP'l
lend fifty dollars to and get rid of.
"Well, it's pretty hard to believe a
man is wrong when you see him sur
rounded with the evidence of his Tight
ness about other things—see him mak
ing decisions, crisp and cool, and oth
er people taking them without a mo
ment's question. So I came away won
dering if he wasn't right about me.
That's why I went to pieces like that
when you came and told me he'd
changed his mind."
"But you didn!t understand!" Laid
Celie. "He didn't disbelieve in you.
He told me that night that h« thought
probably you were right about it. But
we're poor. Didn't he tell yoji that?
We lost all our money. We're living
in a little $12-dollar a mouth flat out
near Humboldt park. He's, working
for $25 dollars a week—oh, but thir
ty! He. got a rais6 Saturday. So, you
see, it wasn't that he didn't believe in
It had been a certain tense incredul
ity in his gaze at her, which had kept
her piling up these confirmatory de
tails—a vaguely disquieting look. She
was glad when he turned away.
"But then, the two thousand dol
lars?" he asked suddenly, Turning back'
again after a silence. "Where did that
"Oh, that," she said, "was something
that he insisted was mine and would
n't touch. It was mine, in a way, of
course. So when he said he thought
you wejre right about it, went and
got the money, without telling him.
you see, and brought it to you. And
1 don't want you to tell him. either.
Just write him a note that you've got
the money for the test, and that you'll
lot him know how it comes out."
"Sit down for another minute," he
said, and led the way back to the black
just as she'd pushed it over to him.
walnut table, where the check* lay,
"I think I ought to tell you," he w«int
on, "that any sensible man of business
experience, if he knew about this
transaction, would warn you very earnIrichwi
estly, not to go through with it. He's
beg you to pick up that check, if he
were standing here, and put it back in
your pocket. If he did, I shouldn't
have a word to say, except to thank
you for your kindness. That's what
I'll do if you pick it up and put it
back in your purse now. 1 don't urge
you to do it myself, because I abso
lutely believe that it's a safe, im
mensely profitable investment. But I'm
the only person in the world who be
lieves that. Don't you want to take it
"No," said Celia. "I believe it, too."
He picked up the check, folded it
very deliberately, and put it in his
pockjetbook. Visibly he xyas thinking
his way through the silence to some
thing else. At last he said, "I'll do
as you like about your husband, of
course—tell him simply that I've- got
the money to complete the 'tests .also,
I'll tell him when they're successful.
But, since you're a partner in this
business, I'd like to notify'you, too.
Do you mind letting me have your ad
"Why," said Celia, "why—of coarse
not. I—we'd be glad if you'd come
and see us. And—and of course you
may let me know as well as Alfred, if
He took the card she wrote for him
and put it, too, in his" pocketbook, with
an air, somehow, of concluding the
business between them as he did so.
She got up and held out her hand
to him. "Goodby," she said, "and good
lock! And I hope you'll come out
would. She gave him the invitation
and see us."
She hadn't the least idea that he
in an uneasy attempt to obliterate the
reason he had avowed for asking for
her address. So that he could notify
Mr as well as her husband of the sue*
CMS of his tests? Oh, it was natural
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i—especially considering how queer he
was—a sort of sentimental recognition
of her as a partner in the enterprise.
If he'd just said something like that—
It was his silence—his failure to
make that obvious little explanation,
that made it seem queer. But even
bis queerness could hardly .gp to the
length of a fear that her, husband'
wouldn't tell her if, the thing Suc
ceeded. MP lii! A a in
He did run away with strange no
tions, though. His account of his scene
with Alfred was so widely at vari
ance with her husband's report of the
casual encounter that had taken place
What had he meant by saying he
had seen Alfred with all the evidence
of his Tightness"aUtiiit othe?1 things
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making, iiidibfl6'.': thUt
other people accepted? It niufit'liave
been a most casual encounter really
Hadn't Alfred said it took place in
the street? The inventor might have
walked along .with him back to the
office, of course.
She stopped short on the way over
4o the street car, from a sudden im
pulse to go back and ask the inven
tor one question. Had Alfred offered
him fifty dollars? March hadn't said
so in so many words. Alfred had
treated him, lie said, as the kind of
inventor one offers fifty dollars to
in order to get rid of. Of course it
was an absurd idea. Alfred hadn't
fifty dollars. She knew—didn't she?—
almost exactly, within a couple of dol
lars, how much he had on the last
day before pay day?
All the same, it was a minute or
two tliaj. she stood there fighting off
Jhat inipulse to go back. And the
real reason down underneath, wliy she
did not go, was that slue was afraid to.
IN THE DARK
is a widely held idea that* we
arrive at our convictions by piecing
them together, matching up bits that,
fit, the way we solve picture puzzles^
But in reality, convictions are live
things, and they grow. Sometimes
they're plants we get from the gar
dener and set out in a carefully se
lected spot, with an artificially' en
soil about their roots some
times they are weeds whose seeding
is a mystery to us and whose rank
growth is our despair. That is how
I a hateful conviction about her hus
jband began to grow in Celia's mind.
I She could not have told, when first
she saw it sprouting up, exactly what
it was going to turn out to be. It
was just a vague wonder, at first—
'something not to think about. Some
thing shaped like an interrogation
I point, which she had resolutely to
ignore whenever she tried to tell her
self, as she did more often every day,
that she was~-completely in her hus
band's confidence, and he in hers.
The thing had planted itself and be
gun to grow, although she didn't know
it, at some time before her talk with
This was evident jfrom the fact that
the inventor's hints bad found some
thing in her that answered them—met
them half-way. If the thing had not
alresMy seeded and sprouted in her,
the notion would not have occurred to
her, even though labeled preposter
ous, that Alfred might have offered
Majer' March fifty dollars.
And now that she looked at it, she
saw another stalk growing beside it—
the question whether Alfred's boss had
really raised his wages last Saturday,
to thirty dollars a week, and if so,
why he had forgotten to tell her. For
gotten! And come home on a Satur
dajrvnight without his week's pay in his
pocket! And looked so blank when
she'd asked him for it!
She scolded herself furiously—was
indeed, sincerely angry with herself—
despised herself rather. It was her
miserable feminine pettiness and sus
picion and Jealousy that were respon
sible., Women were like that, she sup
posed, anu„ they'd just have Jo get
over it, btfbre the equality they were
so fond of proclaiming nowadays
would have any basis jii tact. Love in
them didn't breed a fine confidence in
the object of it. It made thom will
ing—eager, to impute the low-downost,
meanest evasions and tricks. She ro
membered, years ago, having hoard a
boy say about a girl ho'd quarreled
with, that she was no gentlumun. Hid
she want to give Alfred tho right to
say the same, thing about hoi
A thorough dressing-down like ttiut
did her good. The first tiino hIio re
sorted to it, indeed, she thought it
had effected a cure. This was on the
afternoon of that very Monday when
she took the two thousand dollars to
Major March. She waited for her hus
band to come home that night, with
nothing in her heart but a pure (bilg
ing to make up to him in love and
confidence, for the injurious misgiv
ings she'd harbored against him.
But, just the same, when he, be
fore she'd taken her arms away from
around his neck, pulled out of his
pocket a sealed envelope—a regular
pay envelope—and tore it open and
produced three $10 dollar bills, she
sensed something a little unnatural
about it all. If he'd gone to the
cashier to get the money instead of
the check as he'd promised, would the
cashier have taken the trouble to put
the money in an envelope? The pet
tiness of the doubt infuriated her, and
she retorted on herself with a counter
attack. Wouldn't she have been just
as suspicious, unworthy little fool that
she was, if he'd taken three loose bills
out of his pocket? Have wondered
why tliey weru't in an envelope?
She waited, breathlessly one might
almost have said, to see whether he'd
tell -her that he'd heard from March
assuring herself pretty often that of
course he would, and finding hOrselt'
believing, in between, that he wouldn't.
She tried, off and on, to convihce her
self that there wjis no reason why he
Alfred had had nothing, to contribute
to..this conyersation at all, and they'd
walked along home, locked, Up, uii
dreSsed and gone to bed in an'almost
iiitol*oken silence. It was tlien he!
"Oh, by the way! I heard from
March. He got his money."
"His two thousand dollars?" It was
curiously easy for her to manage that
tone of cool indifference. She de
spised herself,, rather, for being able
to act so well. "I suppose," she went
on, "that the person who gave it to
him must look pretty foolish' to you."
"Oh, no," he said comfortably, "not
necessarily. No, not a bit. There's
Bechance that he's made a perfectly
corking investment. He probably got
his pound of flesh for it, all right/'
It occurrcd to Celia at this moment!
that she'd made no bargain, expressed
or implied, with the inventor had
simply given him the money. She
didn't believe that lie had noticed the
This speculation of hers occupied a
rather long silence. Finally Alfred
went on, jocularly—a little too jocu
larly, her ear told her.
"So you see, we may make our ever
lasting fortunes after all. I've got an
iron-clad contract with him—not that
March would try to evade any sort of
contract, or even an obligation—that
gives me half of whatever his inven
tion brings in. cash, royalties, or
stock. Old lady, we may get to be
The only appropriate response, Celia'
could think of to this remark was a
laugh of good humored skepticism,
and as she did not dare attempt, this
(feeling pretty sure it wouldn't sound
as she meant it I to) she lay still and
After another silence, he asked. "Do
you wish we were?"
"Millionaires? With a butler and a
box at the opera and six motors?"
"Oh," he said, "1 didn't mean any
thing fantastic. I meant, were you
wishing it might run to enough to—
put us back where we were—your old
friends, the old way of living? Shall
you be looking forward to it as some
thing that would pull us out of this?
That's what I mean. Are you getting
sick of this?"
But this ground was unten-
ile did tell her on Tuesday night—
the very day he'd heard.. But not until
quite late, after Uhey'd gone to bed.
It hadn't been a very jolly evening.
There was an uncomfortable silent
stretch after supper, which he'd brok
en up by suggesting the movies. They'd
gone, and they hadn't been much
amused.. He lu^tl been as bored as she,
she was sure. But it was he who had
asked her what the matter was—why
she hadn't liked it.
"Oh," she exclaimed, "they're all so
exactly alike, those people on the
screen. They lie so much and believe
each other so easily! Somebody says
something that isn't so at all, but no
matter how unlikely it is, the other
person acts as if there weren't any
possibility of doubting it goes on and
believes it for years. I don't believe
that people really can lie very much,
or deceive each other very long, there
are so many little ways of giving them
selves away. That wife tonight, if
she hadn't been born an idiot, would
WEDNESDJl*,']AI'EII, 30, 1919
The words gave Celia a chance- to
tell him what she really did want.
She'd hesitated to tell him before, you
will remember, that dream of hers
about the twtf or three acres some
where, .from ,a reluctance to cut short
his holiday. Well, whatever had come
to take its place, his holiday was over
"^"liud been, now she came to think
of It, for weeks. Ayd this bubble of
hope which Major March's invention
hud sent Bwiiuming before their eyes,
was, no matter how illusory it might
prove to be, a thing one could use for
till sorts of fanciful, roseate re
flections In. Well, why couldn't she
say to him:
"Darllngest, I wouldn't gp back to
that old way of living for a million
dollars, or a hundred million, and you
know it just as well as I do. It was
a nightmare to you when we lived
like that, ur.d it, wasn't to me. But
it's grown to be a nightmare to jne
now since I've learned what really
being alive means. But 1 do want to
get r.way from her to somewhere
where live growing things—young live
things—will .have a better chance
more air and sun and cleanness than
they'd have here. I don't want any
thing big—not too big for me to run
myself while you're in town—but room
enough for flowers and vegetables, and
chickens, and a cow. And a baby,
(To Be Continued.)
At Age off Farmer Can Do as
Miiih Work as 20 Year Old Boy.
five years before I start
ed taking Tanlac
me quit xarin- work, out now 1 feel ko
good .1 believe imiUl wnirl in and
sow-asanuch oats-ao*!-did. w.h«?n l.was
a yowiig. man of,. twon'y," declared
George Heinz, Sr.,, Who live*- Chrea
miles west of Peoria, 111. on it. F. L).
route No. 1, a few days ago. Mr. Heinz
has lived on his farm for fifty years
and is well and favorably known to a
great many persons ithat vicinity.
"When my wife and I first settled
here." continued Mr. Heinz, "Peoria
was just a small village and when we
would have to have anything they
didn't keep in town I'd just hook up
a yoke of oxen and go to Chicago, be
cause we didn't have any railroad to
Chicago in those days. I worked
pretty hard oil the farm up till the
tiipe I a mtelling you about when
stomach trouble knocked me out and
I had rheumatism in my left kn,$e so
bail my wife jyould put hot poultices
on it to try and rid me of the^pain.
,My stomach got in such bad shape
that .couldn't take anything btyt li
quids pr,(ls9^t tilings to eat ^jid.^ tell
you Ingot, mighty tired 'eating ,'that
sort ot^tuff but 1 did it to "keep^'from
"If I'd so much as'eat meat of po
tatoes my stomach would cramp me
nearly to 'de&th| and'I would bloat up
and sometimes it would be hours be
fore I'd get ease from the pa.in. Of
course,,l felt like maybe py^agej had
something to do with my bad s'tomach
.and rDfeeJfiatisnvi 'ae I'iti/g}eventy-four
now, but I had always been strong and
hearty and 1 just hated to give up
hope. I took'all sorts of medicines
but nothing 'seemed to' do weM any
good at all
I was right oA1 tho
jioint of giving up wsien I heard1 what
Tanlac had done for people in Peoria
and surrounding towns. I know a lot
of people about here and some of
them toH me 1 ought to take it. I
was in a pretty bad shape sure enough
but after all I had heard about Tan
lac 1 thought I'd take just one more
chance and so 1 bought a bottle.
"Well, sir, that first bottle I took
made me sleep better and kept my
Stomach from hurting me when I ate,
and seemed to put more life into me
than I had had for a long time. I
could tell right away that .it was do
ing (be work for me and 1 had tho
boy get throe more bottles and they
did me so much good 1 just couldn't
helpilbut go out and do a littl^ work
around the plate and' I began to eat
just like 1 used to and I could sleep
like a log and my'stomach didn't hurt
me at all in fact, 1 found that 1 could
eat just anything without being both
ered and the rheumatism in iny legs
eased up so I made up my mind to
stick to Tanlac, because I know it's
going to rid me of that trouble. I've
bought six bottles and I shall always
bless the day I got that first bottle
of Tanlac and I waiit all my friends
to know what it lifts done for me and
they know I'm not the sort to put my
name back of anything that isn't just
Tanlac is sold in Bismarck by Jos.
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