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Blr H GOODWIN'S WEEKLY
B Jiy(7-0y. SOLO DANCER WITH KLOB
m yiivz? dli, jw r "g cosr of lov-
M r INO" AT THE SALT LAKE THEATRE, SIX
M DAYS STARTING THURSDAY, NOV. 1ST,
H liomo across the moor above Aller Bot-
H lorn iFarm. 'pon the edge of the last of
H our fields. Then us had a bit of a
H - tell. 'Twas only a fortnight afore she
H, -was going to marry Mr. Oliver Honey-
H u "I axed her to change her mind; I
H ' spoke to her so gentle as a dove
H" croons; but 8he was ice all through
H jp cold an' hard an' wicked to me. Then
Bl M I growed savrige. I noticed how minc-
H S ing her'd growed in her speech since
H . Honeywell had took her up. She was
H changed from a good Devon maid into
H f a town miss, full o' airs an' graces
H , that made me sick to see. He'd pois-
H " cned her.
H " 'Do try an' be sensible,' she said.
H ' 'We were silly children all them years,
H you know, Mr. Mundy. You'll find
H somebody much better suited to you
ithan I am really you will. Have you
over thought of Mary Iieep now?
She's prettier than I am I am sure
she is.
"Her named the darter of William
H Reep, a. common laborer as worked
H on Honeywell's farm at ten shilling a
H -week. The devil in me broke loose,
H . an' quite right, too.
B ? "We've gone up in the world of late
j . then? 'Twas always your hope and
H prayer to come by a bit of property.
B But 'tis a coorious thing,' I said. 'Do
H you know that you'm standing just
H where my brother John James stood
H last time ever he was seed by mortal
e'" eyes?'
K "'What's' that to me?' she said. 'Lot
: me go by, please, Mr. Mundy. I'm
B i late, as it is.'
j " 'He was never seed again,' I told
Btf , her. "Tis a cooriou'o. thing to me, as
ftf you be stand' on the same spot at
Ki the same time just as he did, in the
Bj ' first shadow of night. His going, you
H ! see, made me my father's heir, an'
1 rich enough to give you a good home
H' ( some day.'
"Then her growed a thought pale
Kjf " an' tried to pass me,
HHS 'Jwent home presently; but from
Bv that hour Nelly Baker was seen no
Hi f
more. None ever knowed I'd been the
last to Bpeak with her; an' none ever
pitied me. But there was a rare fuss
m'ade over Oliver Honeywell, Ho wore
black for her; an' lived a bachelor for
five year. Then ho married a widow;
but not till his mother died.
"An' that's the story I thought
would interest some folks."
The minister tapped his pipe on the
hob, and knocked the ashes out. He
cleared his throat and spoke. He had
learned nothing that was, new to him.
"It is a strange story, indeed, Mr.
Mundy, and I am interested to have
heard it from your own lips. Rumor
has not lied, for once. The tale, as
you tell it, is substantially the same
that has been handed down in this
village for two generations. But no
one knows that you were the last to
see Nelly Baker. Did you ever guess
what happened?"
The old man smiled, and showed his
empty gums.
"No I didn't guess, because I know
ed very well without guessing," he
said. "All the same I should have
thought that you, with your mighty
fine knowledge of human nature,
would have guessed very quick. 'Twas
I killed my brother broke in the back
of his head wi' a pickax when he was
down on one knee tyin' his bootlace.
An' me only fifteen year old! An' I
killed Nelly Baker how, it don't mat
ter. You'll find the dust of 'em side
by side in one of them old 'money
pits' 'pon Belever Tor. 'Tis a place
that looks due east, an there's a ring
of stones a hundred yards away from
it. The 'old men' buried their dead
there once, I've heard tell. Break down
a gert flat slab o' granite alongside a
white thorn tree, an' you'll find what's
left of 'em in a deep hole behind. So
she never corned by any property
after all."
The ancient sinner's head fell for
ward, but his eyes were still open.
'Good God! After all these years!
Man, man, make your peace! Confess
your awful crime!" cried the clergy
man. The other answered:
"None of that none of that rot! I'd
do the same this minute; an' if there
was anything that corned -after if I
meet that damned witch in hell tomor
row I'd kill her over again, if her still
had a body I could shake the life out
of. Now get you gone, an' let me
pass in peace."
The reverend gentleman departed at
his best speed but presently returned,
bringing soups and cordials. With him
there came a cottage woman who per
formed services for the sick. But
when Mrs. Badger saw Noah Mundy
she knew that little remained to do.
"He's gone," she said, "soft an'
sweet as a baby falls to sleep. Some
soap an' water an' a coffin be all he
wants now, your honor; not this here
beautiful broth, nor brandy neither.
So you had best go back along, sir,
an' send old Mother Dawe up to help
me, if you please." From the Bellman.
DAD'S EXCUSES WERE POOR.
Johnny B , who has seen eight
summers go .by, not very long ago de
veloped a fondness for playing hooky
from school. After two or three of
fenses of this kind Ik was taken to
task by his teacher.
"Johnny," she said, "the next time
you are absent I want you to bring
me an excuse from your father telling
me why you were not here."
"I don't want to bring an excuse
from my father," protested the boy.
"Why not?" asked the teacher, her
suspicion plain.
'"Cause father isn't any good at
making excuses." Topeka State Journal.
A FINE FOR EVERYTHING.
Two negroes were caught in a ter
rific thunder storm in the South and
took refug'e ina ham, but before they
could enter they were completely
drenched.
The thunder crashed and pealed be
tween flashes of lightning and blind
ing dashes of rain. One of the darkies
thought maybe a little strong lang
uage would ease his mind, but his
companion remonstrated with him.
"Look heah, yo' Charles Richard
yo' quit yo' cussln.' Don't yo' know
dat Gawd's got yo completely in his
power jest now?" Philadelphia Public
Ledger.
A QUICK RETORT.
An Irishman, passing a shop where
a notice was displayed saying that
everything was sold by the yard,
thought he would play a joke on the
shopman, so he entered the shop and
asked for yard of milk. Tho shop
man, not in the least taken back,
dipped his fingers in a bowl of milk
and drew a line a yard long on the
counter. Pat, not wishing to be
caught in his own trap, asked the
price. "Sixpence," said the shopman.
"All right, sorr," said Pat. "Roll it
up; I'll take it." Argonaut.
THOUGHT TOO HIGHLY OF BOTH.
On a road in Belgium a German
officer met a body leading a jackass,
and addressed him in heavy Jovial
fashion as follows: n
"That's a fine jackass you have, my
son. What do you call it? Albert, I
bet."
"Oh, no, officer," the boy replied
quickly. "I think too highly of my
King."
The German scowled and returned:
"I hope you don't dare to call it Wil
liam." "Oh, no, officer. I think too highly
of my jackass." Paris Liberte.
WOULDN'T WORK TWICE.
In a Canadian camp Bomewhere in
England a second George Washington
has been found. He, in company with
several others, had been granted four
days' leave, and, as Udual, wired for
extension. But no hackneyed excuse
was his. In fact, it was so original
that it has been framed and now hangs
in a prominent spot in the battalion
orderly room, It ran as follows:
"Nobody dead, nobody ill; still go
ing strong, having a good time, and
got plenty of money. Please grant ex
tension." ,
And he got it! Pittsburgh Chron-
It is not so much the Hindenburg
lino we are after as it is the Hohen
zollern line. Philadelphia Press.
PROBATE AND GUARDIANSHIP
NOTICES.
Consult County Clerk or the Respect.
Ive Signers for Further Information.
i .
NOTICE TO CREDITORS.
Estate of Alice Cockerlll, deceased.
Creditors will present claims with
vouchers to the undersigned at his
residence in Pleasant Green, Utah, or
to S. P. Armstrong, attorney for ad
ministrator, at his office in Continental
National bank building, on or before
the 7th day of February, A. D. 1918.
Date of first publication, Oct. 6, 1917.
JAMES T. COCKERILL,
Administrator of the estate of
ALICE COCKERILL,
Deceased.
S. P. ARMSTRONG,
Atty. for Administrator. 10-6-11-3
NOTICE TO CREDITORS. ,
Estate of Hannah Maria Decker
Turpin, deceased.
Creditors will present claims with
vouchers to the undersigned at 410
Utah Savings & Trust Building, Salt
Lake City, Utah, on or before the 29th
day of December, A. D. 1917.
JESSE R. TURPIN,
Administrator of Estate of Hannah
Maria Decker Turpin, Deceased.
William M. McCrea, Attorney for
Administrator.
Date of first publication October 20,
A. D. 1917. 10-20-11-17
NOTICE TO CREDITORS.
Estate of Nannie M. Reel, Deceased.
Creditors will present claims with
vouchers to the undersigned at 525
Mclntyre building, Salt Lake City,
Utah, on or before the 29th day of
December, A. D. 1917
ALFRED REEL,
Administrator of the Estate of
Nannie M. Reel, Deceased.
Edward McGurrin, W. E. Rydalch,
George S. Armstrong, Attorneys for
Administrator.
Date of first publication October 27,
A. D. 1917. 10-2711-24
SUMMONS.
In the City Court of Salt Lake City,
County of Salt Lake, State of Utah.
Western Credit Association, a Cor
poration, Plaintiff, vs. B. Stensrud, De
fendant. Summons.
The State of Utah to Said Defendant:
You are hereby summoned to appear
within ten days after service of this
summons upon you, if served within
the county in which this action Is
brought; otherwise within twenty days
after service, and defend the above
entitled action ;and in case of your
failure so to do, judgment will be ren
dered againBt you according to the
demand of the complaint, which with
in five days after service of this sum
mons upon you, will be filed with the
clerk of said court, which has been
filed with the clerk of said court. This
action is brought on an express agree
ment for the recovery of $29.10, for in
terest and costs, for certain goods,
wares and merchandise sold and deliv
ered to defendant.
E. L. MECHAM,
Plaintiff's Attorney.
P. O. Address: 216 Judge Building.
Salt Lake City, Utah. 10-2711-24
NOTICE OF ASSESSMENT.
Big Cottonwood Coalition Mines
Company. Location of principal place
of business, Salt Lake City, Utah.