F THE 7)EVIL I
jsj' By FERENC MOLNAR 1
& Dramatized by OLIVER. HERFORD Adapted by JOSEPH O'BRIEN ||
•/i cory-RiGHT. 190 a. sy HE/tny to. JTA.VA.CE
i .. \; ii. . vi:i.
' ' ' ' •' !• - • \'• .ding t<» the
[OJ ■ "'"Si, itiou of Millar.
She ; i«» effort t» W Itli
-1 J ii;.. 111■ r hand from Karl's.
Pi..' was i'.iiiipleti-:\ under this sinis
ter, domlnat.ng influence. Karl's will
S. Cliied i'i|Ua:'v l'..intent. He could not
shake off the mysterious obsession.
This man v IS more than a mere phys
ical presence. was a | art "f their
very selves the weaker, sensual im
pulses against which they had fought,
but which now seemed gaining the
mastery. The struggle went on in the
s ml ' f en-h as Millar's voice fell liie
lmllously on their ears:
"The i lost Important thing to you in
l.fe li to And your proper mate. Gen
erations of conventional treatment will
try to prevent you from doing so by
pretending It Is Impossible. But down
Iti your hearts. In their depths, where
truth is not perverted by the veneer of
convention. I know and you know that
it is the simplest thing on earth. Here
you are full of talent and longing; here
Is a woman, beautiful, passionate"—
Karl made a last struggle against
the Inevitable consequence of this de
mon's urging, drawing Olga away
from hltn.
"I beg of you, ilon't!" he cried.
"Wheu I look at you I fear, l'lease
don't speak of It. l'or sis years wo
have lived peacefully."
"Say what you will," the soft, even
voice persisted. "I can read your
eyes, nud they are telling me. Don't
believe him. He lies," he went on to
Olga. •"lie dreams of her—you—every
and you of him, and he knows
It, and you know it Ah! I under
stand the language of your eyes. No
matter what you say, that little love
light in your eyes discredits you, re
veals your inmost thoughts, and I read
them through."
"Let ine speak," Karl pleaded. "For
six years v.e have lived quietly, In
peace, good friends, nothing else. Olga
has not the least Interest in me, and
I—l am quite, quite indifferent."
"Any oac who thinks Karl capable
of a base thought must be base and
contemptible himself!" Olga cried.
The two were almost hysterical as
they stood beside each other, warding
off the evil that seemed to emanate
from the mysterious person who tow
ered over them from the pulpit backed
chair. Karl held Olga's right hand in
his. Ills left hand was on her shoul
der protectingly. Millar spoke quickly,
leaning far down toward them:
"It Is not a base thought; it Is a
beautiful thought, a thought shedding
happiness, warmth and Joy upon your
otherwise miserable lives. Hut happi
ness. warmth and Joy have a price
that must l>e paid. 110 who loves wine
too well will go to a drunkard's grave,
but while ho is drunk with wine au-
Cels slug to him.
"Whatever the price, his happiness
Is cheaply bought The poet sings his
greatest song when he is about to die
und is a poor, weak human mortal to
live without wine and song and wom
en's lips. A little stump of a candle
shines its brightest ere it goes out for
ever. It should teach you that one
glow of warmth is worth all this life
can give. Life has no object but to be
thrown away. It must end. Let us
end it well. Let our raging passions
■et fire to everything about us, burn
ing, burning, burning, until we our
selves are reduced to ashes. Those
.who pretend otherwise are hypocrites
and liars."
The two listened spellbound to thla
amazing sermon of sin. Karl's arm
slipped down to Olga's waist He felt
himself drawing her closer to him.
"Don't be a liar." Millar urged, bis
eyes still burning into them; "don't bo
a hypocrite. Be a rascal, but be a
pleasant rascal, and the world is yours.
Look at me. All the world Is mine,
and what I have told you is the honest
confession of all the world. We are
baptized not with water, but with fire.
Love yourself, only yourself. Wear
the softest garments, sip the sweetest
wine, kiss the prettiest lips."
No subtler tempter ever spoke to the
hearts of a man and a woman. Karl
was leaning over Olga now. He saw
her eyes, her lips, soft, warm, rose col
ored; he felt her arms as she clung to
him, while over them both gloated the
sinister figure of Millar, the devil, tri
umphant, confident that his work was
done.
There was a crashing ring at the
doorbell that acted like an electric
shock on the group. Karl and Olga
came to their senses, dazed, trembling,
thankful. Millar stepped down from
the chair, baffled, and turned his back
upon them.
"My husband!" Olga gasped.
"Mr. Moneybags," Millar sneered
contemptuously.
CHAPTEIt IX.
ar.GA and Karl quickly drew
apart. Both were relieved.
01ga felt as If she had step
ped back from the brink of a
terrible precipice over which she had
Almost fallen. Her face was colorless,
and there were lines of agony across
her brow. The two unhappy people
stood staring at each other for a full
minute before Ileinrich entered and
announced Herman.
It had been growing dark In the stu
dio during the remarkable discourse
by Millar, but so absorbed had both
his listeners been in their own tremen
dous emotions that they had paid no
heed. Now, as Herman entered his
first exclamation "vvas:
"How dark it is In here! I am sorry
I am late."
Heinrlch turned on the lights, and
the apartment was suddenly illuminat
ed. Karl and Olga had not yet recov
ered their self possession, but Karl
managed to Indicate with a wave of
his hand Ills strange visitor.
"Dr Millar," he said.
Millar nodded absently and barely
replied to Herman's cordial greeting.
He was still enraged at tlie interrup
tion uliicb had prevented the success
of his infamous plan. Herman turned
quickly to Karl and Olga.
"Well, children, where is the picture?
I ain anxious to sea it," he exclaimed.
"There la no picture," was ail Karl
could say. Olga, tilled with appre
hension at she knew not what, was
silent.
"No picture!" Herman exclaimed.
"What have you lieen doing all this
tlniei"
, "It has been dark for an hour," Karl
MKialutd. _
i.«Ug t hms tiei'ii here two
ho'ir-."* Henna .t said, looking at his
V. :U'h
TVre w*s la instant of silence that
threatened to become painfully ein-
Ti;ir:-:i! <»!gi was about to speak
wh :i Millar unexpectedly stepped for
wanl briskly antl politely:
".My dear M. Hoffmann, It was my
fault," he explained. "I came a mo
incut after ,«ni left. I had not »eea
Karl In two years. We chatted, and
the time ficw past It was an ex
tremely interesting conversation, and
tnadame was so kind as to Invito me
to the ball this evening."
"You will accept, 1 trust," Ilermau
saiil, with ready hospitality.
"Yes, thank you," Millar said. "I
have come direct from Odessa, where
1 have had a talk with the Itussian
wheat magnate."
"Ah, I know. I shall lose tnoney.
The wheat crop Is bad," Herman said
Impatiently.
"Oh, Isn't that good for us?" Olga
asked.
"No, dear, it Is not I am short on
wheat."
"What does short on wheat mean?"
Olpra a.skod.
"It means dinging a pit for others
and falling Into It yourself." Millar re
marked cynically. "However," he
went on, "things are not so bad. I
have rellablo Information that the
later crop will l>e abundant."
"Good! I am delighted to learn this,"
rierman said, very much pleased with
Millar, who now spoke pleasantly and
Ingratiatingly.
Karl had paid little attention to the
colloquy between Herman and Millar.
He tried to sjteak to Olga, but could
not catch her eye. She seemed to wish
to avoid him. She watched her op
portunity, however, and managed to
whisper to Millar:
"I want to speak to you alone."
Millar brought his subtlety into In
stant play. Turning to Herman, he
asked:
"By the way, have you seen the
sketch of mudame Karl made yester
day? It is atrociously bad."
"So. Where is it? I would like to
see It." Herman cried eagerly.
"It is In the studio," Millar said.
"You must show It to me, Karl," Her
man said, walking toward the studio
door with the young artist "I am
sorry you didn't start on the picture to
day, but I suppose It can't be helped.
What In the world were you talking
about all that time?"
As they went out talking Olga fol
lowed slowly. As she passed Millar
he said.
"I will await you here."
Olga went with Karl and her hus
band. She had hardly left the room
when the door from the hail opened
and Mlml entered. As Millar turned
toward her with his ironical bow she
drew back, affrighted.
"Oh, excuse me!" she murmured.
"You wish to see the artist?" Millar
said.
"Yes, please."
He walked over, took her by the
shoulders and coolly pushed her
through the door into the hall.
"Walt there, my dear," he said. "He
Is engaged Just now."
Then he turned to meet Olga, who
entered suddenly, looking suspiciously
aroun«' the room.
"I thought I heard a woman's voice,"
she exclaimed.
"The scrubwoman. I sent her away,"
Millar explained.
"I wanted to speak with you alone,"
Olga began, turning toward him and
speaking very earnestly, "In order to
tell you"—
"That Is not true," Millar interrupt
ed her cynically.
"What is not true?"
"What you wanted to tell me," he
said, with exasperating suavity. "You
really want to talk with me because
you regret that my sermon was Inter
rupted by Mr. Moneybags."
"No, no. I simply want to tell you
the truth," she protested.
"You may want to tell the troth,
but you never do. I might believe you
if you told me you were not telling
the truth."
"Must I think and speak as you
wish?" she cried desperately.
"No, not yet What may I do tor
you, madams?"
"Please do not come tonight," she
implored.
Millar smiled deprecatlngly. She
went on rapidly, speaking in a low
tone that she might not be overheard
by nerman and Karl.
"I am myself again—a happy, dutl
-1 ful wife. Your frivolous morals hurt
me. Your words, your thoughts, your
sinister Influence that seems to force
me against my will, frighten me. 1
must confess that I had become inter
ested in your horrible sermon when,
thank God, my good husband rang the
bell and put an end to it He-came in
at the proper moment"
"Yes, as an object lesson," Millar
sneered. "I observed you closely. We
three were beginning to understand
one another when he came in."
"Won't you drop the subject?" Olga
asked.
"Arc you afraid of It?"
"No," she answered coldly, "but
please don't come tonight"
Millar bowed deeply, as if grunting
her request, but he replied coolly:
"I shall come."
"And if my husband asks you not
to come?"
"ne will ask me to come."
"And If I should ask you in the pres
ence of my husband not to come?"
"I will agree to this, madame." Mil
lar said, locking at her, with amuse
ment. "If yon do not ask me in the
presence of your husband to come to
night I will not come. Is that fair?"
"Yes. That is more than fair. It Is
the first really nice thing you have
said," Olga said, greatly relieved.
She wanted to lie rid of this terribly
sinister influence, to be out of reach of
the l>elng who seemed to compel her
thoughts to link her present with the
past. She wished to feel again the
sweet, wholesome purpose that had In
spired her yesterday, to go ahead with
her uuselfish plans for Karl's future.
Now that he had given bis promise
she was eager to be away, and as
Karl and Herman entered ihe sug
gested to her husband that it was time
to go.
"Yes Put (A your cost." Herman
uld. turning to talk to Millar, whom
he found Interesting. Karl helped Olga
on with.her coat, and the touch of It I
tm»n>;ht back trie reeling tunt nafl shrg
fil iiver him when he had leaned dowu
to kiss her n few minutes before.
'•Now I see bow unworthy is my
sketch," he said softly.
"i >o not look nt me like that," Olga
protested.
"Why notV" Karl asked hopelessly.
"Even when I don't look at you I see
you just the same."
Olga covered her face and turned
away from him.
"Karl, you shall not do my portrait,"
she said. "Come, Herman, let us go
home," she called to lier husband.
Herman and Millar were deep In the
discussion of a subject on which the
stranger seemed to me amazingly well
Informed. The business instincts of
Olga's husband were uppermost, and
he did not like to be drawn away, but
he said:
"We shall continue this talk this
evening then."
"So. 1 regret to say that I can't
come. 1 have made my apologies to
Mine. Hoffmann. I had forgotten an
engagement with the ltuasiun consul
for this evening."
"All, the Husslan consul will be at
our 1 louse! Olga, dear, add your en
treaties to mine, l'ersuade M. Millar
to come."
In dreadful embarrassment Olga
turned to the smiling, cynical mask of
a face that looked at her triumphantly.
She could not refuse.
"I hope we may have the pleasure
of seeing you this evening," she said
o.id turned wearily toward the door.
"Thank you, madame," the fiend re
plied. "I shall be more than delight
ed."
Karl interrupted to say that he would
not reach the house that evening be
fore 11 o'clock. He explained that he
expected an art dealer. In reality ho
had Just recalled his promise to stop
at the house of Mlml. Herman, sus
pecting His design, made some Jesting
allusion to It, which caused Olga to
ask what he meant. He evaded her
question, and Miliar, seeing another
excellent opportunity to point a moral,
declared that he heard a knock.
He walked over to the door, opened
it and to the amazement of the others
ushered the emburrassed little model
Into the room.
"The art deuler," he said sarcastic
ally.
Olga felt Instantly consumed with
Jealousy. As she and her husband
walked out Millar said to her:
"I will repay you for your invitation.
Madame, 1 shall manage to forget my
overcoat, and in five minutes I shall
return for It and break up the chat
which you anticipate with such dis
pleasure."
Olga could not deny the insinuation.
She did feel Jealous of the pretty
model; she did wish that the girl and
Karl might not be left alone, and she
felt almost grateful to Millar for his
promise. Karl had ushered Miml Into
the studio, casually explaining that
she was a model, and then lie bade his
guests goodby. Left alone, he threw
himself face downward on the sofa,
where Mlml found him a few minutes
later.
CHAPTER X.
RTIARL paid no attention to Mlml
| |\ | uutil she walked over to him
E3HEI and touched him on the shoui
der. Then he sat up Impa
tiently.
"Did 1 not promise to call at your
house?" he asked angrily. "Why dtd
you come here?"
"Are you ashamed because I came
while all those people were here?"
Mlml asked, hurt and drawing away
from him.
"Oh, no; not ut all. I promised to
call, and I can't understand why you
did not wnit." Karl answered.
Mlmt timidly leaned down and put
her arms around his neck. Then she
said pleadingly:
"Oh, Karl, dear, please don't get
married."
"Don't; you'll spoil my collar," Karl
exclaimed, trying to avoid her em
brace. Mini! began to cry softly.
"Before I saw these people I hardly
ever thought of your marriage," she
said, "but now, Karl, dear, my heart
aches. Please don't get married."
Karl was touched by her grief in
spite of himself, lie reached'over and
patted her cheek.
"There, don't cry, dearie; please
don't cry," he said. "It makes you
homely."
Mlml brightened Instantly, and her
tears vanished, leaving her face smil
ing.
"I am a silly little girl," she said.
"Yes, you are, but I like you very
much," Karl said, taking her in his
arms. "Now, Mlml, suppose we talk
over our marriage quietly and sensibly.
You may as well stay, now that you
are here. Take off your hat and your
Jacket"
He arose and was helping her off
with her red woolen jacket Then he
hugged her and said as he kissed her
lips:
"I am your best friend, after all,
Mlml, and you ore my"—
The door opened silently, and Millar
entered, taking up Karl's speech with:
"My overcoat It is here somewhere.
Your servant gave me yours."
Karl and Mlml drew away from each
other, and Millar'looked at them, smil
ing.
"it's very singular," be said, "but
each time I enter your studio I flnJ a
lady disrobing. You might think this
was a ladled tailoring establishment"
Miml looked at Karl jealously as he
glared at Millar. Then she burst Into
tears and ran out of the room. Karl
watched her, and as she slammed the
door he turned to Millar and quietly
said:
"Thank you very much."
"Oh, don't mention it!"
"I will get your overcoat, and don't
let me detain you." said Karl, with sig
nificant emphasis.
"I broke the hanger. Your man is
mending it and will bring it here,"
Millar said coolly, ignoring the marked
Impoliteness.
Karl said nothing more, and after a
few minutes of allege Millar resumed:
"I just saw something that touched
me deeply—Mme. Hoffmann clinging to
ber husband's arm as If sbetwere beg
ging him to protect her."
"Protect her!" Karl exclaimed angri
ly. "You don't mean to pvstect bor
from me?"
"Look here, Karl, do you'think you
ire wise to be a fool?"
"I prefer notjto dlscue»(iygjpubJscV
' liarl answered coiaij. 'lon <10..T
i seem to understnud ui.v |K,*>itiou. Why.
|it Is absurd. I li:ive seen tliis woman
every day f«r yrars; met her and IHT
hu>l>and. We have lut'ii good friends.
1 That's all absolutely, and had I
1 thought of anything else I should laugh
nt myself. In wealth, position, every
thing, she is above mo."
"No woman is above her own heart,"
I Millar replied eynieally. "Look at her.
' She is yours if you want her. Just
! stretch out your hand, my boy, and
you have your warmth, your happi
ness, your joy—unspeakable Joy. the
most supreme Joy possible to a human
being—and you are ti>o lazy to reach
out your hand. Why, another man
would toil night find day, risk his life
and limb, for su« h a woman, yet she
drops iisto your arms unsought, a found
treasure."
Karl laughed bitterly.
"A found treusure," tie repeated.
"Perhaps that Is why I am ludiffer
! ent."
Miliar moved over to where the
young artist was seated on the couch
and sat beside him. lie leaned toward
Ivurl and spoke low and earnestly,
keeping his big, black, glittering eyea
fixed on him.
"I.ast fall, on the Cth of September—
I shall never forget the date—l had a
singular experience." he said. "I put
on an old suit of clothes, one 1 had not
woru fi r some time, and as I picked
up the waistcoat a sovereign dropped
out from one of the pockets. It had
been there uo- one knew how loug. I
picked it up, saying to myself as I
turned the gold piece over In my hand,
'I wonder when you got there.' It slip
ped through my fingers and rolled into
some dark corner.
"I searched the room trying to find
it. but my sovereign had gone. I be
came nervous. Again I searched, with
no result I Itecame augry, took up
the rugs, moved the furniture about,
and I culled my man to help me. I
grew feverish with the one thought
that I must have that sovereign. Sud
denly a suspicion seized me. I sprang
to my feet and cried to iny servant,
'You thief; you have found the sover
eign and put It back in your pocket'
lie answered disrespectfully. I rushed
at him. I saw a knife blade glimmer
in his pocket, and I drew a pistol from
mine."
He drew a shining revolver from his
lill> pocket and luid It on the table at
Karl's elliow.
i "And with this pistol I nearly killed
a man for a found sovereign which 1
did not need," he finished quietly.
Karl was profoundly stirred by the
story, although he could hardly tell
. why.
"I give found money away," be said,
laughing uncertainly and adding, "for
luck."
"So do I," said Millar quickly, "but
1 it slipped through my fingers, and
what slips through our fingers is what
;we want. We seek It breathlessly,
j That is bumau nature. You, too, will
seek your found treasure once It slips
through your fingers. And then you
will find that worthless thing worth
everything. You can find It sweet
dear, precious."
Karl turned away from him, trying
not to listen to him.
"Kill a mau for a found sovereign."
he repeated.
"That woman will become sweeter,
dearer, more precious to you every
day." the maliguaut one went on, bis
words searing Karl's soul. "You will
realize that she could have given you
wings; that she Is the warmth, the col
or- her glowing passiou the inspiration
of your work. All this you will realize
when she has slipi>ed through your fin
gers You might have become a mas
ter. a giant, not by loving your art but
by loving her. Ob. to be kissed by her,
to look into her burning eyes and to
kiss her warm, passlouate mouth!"
Karl covered his face with his hands.
Millar picked up the delicately scented
shawl wnich had covered Olga's bare
shoulders.
'This Ims touched her bosom!" he
cried, twining It around Karl's head
and shoulders so that Its fragrance
reached his nostrils.
The boy lost coutroi of himself and
caught the drapery, pressing it to his
lips.
"Both so beautiful," Millar persisted
In his soft. even, melodious voice.
"Oh, what you could be to each other!
What divine pleasure you would find!"
Dropping the shawl, Karl started to
his feet.
"lie quiet! You are trying to drive
me mad!" he cried. "I>o you want to
ruin me? For Cod's sake, man, be
still r
"Afraid agaiii. oh. Puritan!" Millar
sneered. "Why. l»oy. life Is only worth
living when it Is thrown away."
"Why do you tell me that?" Karl
demanded. "Why do you hover over
me? What do you want? Who sent
you?"
"No one. I am here."
He again touched his forehead sig
nificantly, and Karl shuddered. "1
wou't do It! No, no, no! Do you
hear? I won't!" the boy cried hys
terically. "I have been her good friend
for years. We have been good friends.
We will remain good frienda. I don't
want the fouud sovereign."
"But If It slips through your An
gers!" Miliar- cried. "Suppose another
man runs away with her?"
"Who?" Karl demanded.
"Myself," Millur replied coolly.
«'You!"
"Tonight, this very night!" Miliar
cried, laughing sataulcaily and tri
umphantly. "Toutght I shall play with
her as I please. Oh, what Joy! What
exquisite Joy!"
"What's that?" Karl cried, taking a
step toward him.
"She will do whatever I wish—to
night, at her home. You will see,
when the lights are bright, when the
air is filled with perfume—before day
dawns you will see."
"Stop! Stop!" Karl cried warnlngly.
"Be there and you will run after
your lost soverelgu," Millar went on
tauntingly. "Every minute you don't
know where she la she is spending
with me. A carriage pames you with
drawn blinds, and your heart stands
still. Who la in It? She and I. You
see a couple turn the corner with
arms lovingly Interlocked. Who was
that? She aud I—always she and I.
We sit In every carriage, we go
around every corner, always she and
I—always clinging to each other, al
ways lot ingly. The thought maddens
you. You run through the streets. A
light Is extinguished In some room
high up In u house. Who Is there?
She and I. We stand at the window
arm In arm looking down Into your
niaddeued eyes, and we hold each oth
er closer, aud we laugh at you."
"Stop, damn you. stop!" Karl cried.
lieslde himself and trying to shut out
the terrible monotouy of Millar's voice.
"We laugh at you. you fool!" the
fiend cried again hoarsely. "And her
laughter grows warmer aud warmer
until she laughs as ouly a woman cau
laugh in the midst of delirious Joy."
With a maddened scream of rage
Karl reached the table with a bound
and snatched up the revolver. But
Millar, WIIII N sprn.g IIM lithe mm nciie
as a cat. was there beside Itlni. holding
the arm with which he would have
shot down the man who was pouring
insidious |M>ison Into his ears-into his
soul.
MlHnr smiled us he looked at tho
helpless boy before him. Karl released
the revolver, and as he replaced It in
his pocket Millar said quietly:
•'You see. Karl, a man may kill a
man for a lost sovereign."
To 1 e Continued.
A DREAMING MATCH.
The Indian Did Pretty Well, but the
Whito Man Did Better.
Among the famous ludiun trad
er® of the past was George Galphin,
whose trading station at Silver
JilulT, S. I'., was frequented by In
dians from far and near. In "liench
ami Uar of South Carolina" a char
acteristic unecdote is related of Mr.
IJalphin and an Indian chief.
Chief Mogoloch from beyond the
Savannah river spent the night at
Mr. Galphin's. In the morning the
Indian said, "Me dream last night."
"Ah!" said Ualphin. "What did
mv red brother dream ?"
"Me dream you give me fine big
rifle/* in Galphin's possession at the
time.
The trader instantly passed the
ritle to the chief, saving, "If you
dreamed it, you must nave it."
Next morning Gulphin said to the
chief, "I dreamed last night."
"What you dream?" asked Mogo
loch.
"I dreamed you gave me the
Chickasaw stallion," which the chief
was then riding.
"If you dream um, you must have
uin," said the chief, and the horse
was straightway transferred to the
trader.
The next morning the Indian re
marked, "I dream last night."
"What did my red brother
dream ?" was the inquiry.
"I dream," answered Mogoloch,
"you gave me red coat you wear
and much calico."
"If you dreamed it, you must
have it," said Galphin, and the In
dian received the red coat and cal
ico.
Next morning it was Galphin's
turn. He said to the chief, "I
dreamed la>t night."
"What you dream?" was Mogo
loeh's inquiry.
"I dreamed," replied Clalphin,
"you gave me ten miles of land
around the Ogeechee old town."
"Wugh!" said the Indian. "If
you dream. \<HI must have um, but I
dream with \;>u no more."
The Irnpoieible Truth.
In one of Kila< Hocking's novels
thcte is ait irresistible scene which
some of the critics condemned as
too absurdly impossible. A farmer
ami his pretty Init strong minded
wife arrixe for service, put up their
hor.-e aid iurt ut the village inn,
then take their places in their pew,
bringing in tlieir whip with them.
During the sermon the farmer, ren
dered drowsy by the heat aud tho
after effects of a heavy week's work,
nods and finally falls asleep. His
wife quietly reaches out for the
whip in the corner of the pew, picks
it up and gives him a regular deal
er's cut across the ear with the la>h,
with a supremely funny tableau for
sequel. That was what the critics
declared to be an impossible situa
tion. As a fact, the present writer
heard the whole story from Mr.
Hocking's lips. It actually happen
ed before his eyes, and he was the
preacher. The heroine of the story
is still alive on her farm near Bos
ton, Lincolnshire.—St. James' Ga
zette.
Old French Dial Ring.
"A dial ring," said the curio
dealer—"a French dial ring of the
eighteenth century. You can tell
the time with it."
The ring, of gold, was beautiful
ly chased, and where the stone spar
kles usually there was set a tiny
sundial.
"All you have to do," said the
dealer, "is to stand in the right
way, holding the dial so that the
sun strikes it, and a tiny shadow
will tell you the hour. Such a ring,"
he concluded, "is more a curio than
an accurate timepiece. It is only
good in the locality it is made for,
and even there, unless it is set to
ward the right point of the com
pass, it will be several hours out of
the way."—Louisville Courier-Jour
nal.
Unobliging Moon.
As illustrating the care with
which preparations should be made
for night marches, Brigadier Gen
eral Sir Henry ltawlinson, speaking
at the Itoval United Service insti
tution, said they should alwavs con
sult an almanac and not be
is on one occasion in South Africa,
when the force was directed to
march at 9:30 p. in., when the moon
rose. The army wicted in vain for
the moon to rise, and some consid
erable delay and confusion occurred
when it was discovered that on that
particular night there was a total
eclipse.—London Mail.
Only One End.
A young couple had been married
by a Quaker, and after the cere
mony he remarked to the husband:
"friend, thou art at the end of
thy troubles."
A few weeks after the man cane
to the good minister boiitag wrSi
rage, having found his wife to be a
regular vixen, and said:
"I thought you told roe I waa at
the end of my troubles?"
"So I did, friend, but I did not
say which end," replied the Quaker.
Unimportant.
Hirper'a Weekly.
The captain of a certain yacht had
evinced an anxiety touching a mis
hap to the craft that at once att ractcd
the attention of a fair passenger on
board.
"What's the trouble, captain?"
asked she.
"The fact is, ma'am," was the re
sponse, "our rudder's broken,"
"Oh, 1 shouldn't worry about
that," said tho lady. "Beingunder
the water nearly all the time, no one
will notice that it's gone."
Yon should favor us with your or
ders for Paints, for yon will always
get value* received for money ex
pended. There's a uniformity of
quality about our Paint. It never
deteriorates. Make us your head
quarters for l'atton's Sun-Proof
Paints, and the satisfaction will be
yours.
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The Druggist. Phone Red 8i
PROBATE NOTICE
Notice of Settlement of Final Account.
IN the Superior Court of the .Slate of WHHII-
for Thurttloa count).
In the mutter of the estate of Thoiuai* ('onboy
deiea-rd.
Notice if Inrtbyinven tliMt KI!»NT. McCain*,
executrix with will annexed of ihe eHMe of
Thorns* CoDhoy, ilet-ea"*il, lit:* tendered njid
j presented lor settlement, aud tiled 111 the Su
perior Court of Thuicton county. State of
her tlual account a* cucl» execu
trix, and that Monday, the l.sih day of Jai.itury,
IWY. at 10 o'clock A. M. at the Court room of
Superior Court, in the city of Oljuipiu. in *aid
rtiuraton colli ty, bus bceu duly appointed hv
cuid Superior Court for tie ret'tleineni «i caul
tluall account, at which time and place any per
son intended in raid ectate may appear and file
hi* exception* iu writing to the caul tinal accouut
and coutcnt the »amc.
Witnean, the lion. John It. Mitchell.
Judge of »aid Supeiior Court, ami
L*EAL.] the heal of said Court affixed this* 2.*fct
day of lH'Cemher, A. 1»., )HHK.
W. M. NI'NN,
1 County Clerk and Clerk of the Superior Court.
Hy Kdlth llopp. deputy.
I'atc of flrM publication, I>ec. l'jU>. 4t.
NOTICE TO CREDITORS.
IN the Superior Court of the State of Washiig
tou lor Thurftou County.
Iu the matter ot the estate of Mud Bay Torn
•u Indian, deceased.
I Take notice that the undersigned ban l»een ap
pointed adminlfdrator ol the estate of Mud Hay,
Fom, an Indian, deceased. All persons having
any claim aKaiiiPt the said estate, must preaeut
it withiu one year from the date of the
first publication of this notice, to the under
signed, at iiis I'ofiotlice addrces hereinafter
iciven, or to his attorney, T. M. Vauce, whopo
l'ostollice addreeMs :11G Main street, Olympia.
JAM Kb uori>v.
T. M.VAN«'R, I'uyal 1 up. \Vacb.
At tor Ley for Administrator.
Date of fXri-t publication, Jan. 1, IVJ9. it.
NOTICE OF TAX COLLECTION
Notice is hereby that the tax
roll.s for the year 11KJ8 have been turned
over to me as County Treasurer of Thutg
ton County, Washington, with the County
Auditor's certificate ami warrant for col
lection, aiul that on the tirst Momlav of
February, l'JOy. I will proeeetl. according
to law. to collect the taxes thereon ana
therein appearing as assessed against the
persons and real estate therein men
tioned.
Dated at Olympia. WashiuKtou, this Slot
day ot Oecemlier. liK'B.
FRED. BCHOM BKR.
Treasurer of Thurston County, Wash.
Fiist publication Jan. 1, I'JO9. si.
NOTICE TO CREDITORS.
IN Ihe Superior Court of Ihe State ol Welling
ton for Tliur.tou Couuty.
In the mutter of the eatate of Wenal Ureal, de
ceaatd.
Notlee it> liereli* ylven that Anna (ire*!. the
uniter»l);ned, baa been duly appointed executrix
of the e.tute of Wenal Ureal, deeeaaed, by the
said Superior Court. All |H.Taon. haviu£ elufma
against the aaid deceased, or liik eatate. are
hereby required to prevent them with the necea
aary voucher., within one year alter the xtli day
of January. IHDW, the date of lliia uotice. to audi
executrix, at her reaidenee. No. lirnv Franklin
atreet, in the city of Olympia. County of Thure
ton, Htate of Waahington. ANNA UKRSL,
Kxeeutrix of the eatate of Weu.l Ureal, de
eeaaed
DANIKL (■ Alty, attorney for ,aid eatate.
Vale of tlrat publication, Jan. X, lvov. 51
NOTICE TO CREDITORS.
IN the Superior Court of the State of Washing
ton for Thurston Couuty.
In the matter of the eatate of Mary C. Kriach
deeeaaed.
Notice la hereby given that Olaf B. Friach, the
underaiuued, lia, been duly appoluted executor
of the estate of Mary V. Krlach, deceased, by the
aaid Superior Court. All persona having claim*
agalual the aaid deeeaaed. or her eatate. are here
by required tit preaent them, with the necessary
voucher,, within one year after January sth.
IYW, the date of thl* notice, to siieh executor, at
the Library room in the third etory of Ihe Odd
Kellowa ItuildlniE. on thecoruer of Kitlh aud
Malu sireetn, Iu Ihe city of Olympia, couuty of
Tburaion. State of WiiahltigtoD, that being the
place for the trauaaetlou ol the business of the
aaid eatate. OLAF 11. FKISCH.
Executor of the eatate of Mary C. Friach, de
ceased.
DA MIL. Ox BY. attorney tor said eatate.
l'ate of flrat publication Jan. H, I'JUJ. 5t
NOTICE TO CREDITORS.
IN the Superior Court of the Stat" of Washing
toil. iu aud for the County ot Thursiou.
In the matter of the eatate of Johu Woerlelu, de
eeaaed .
Notice la hereby given that the uudersigued,
Herman Struck, wa. on the'.'4th day of Decem
ber. IMOK, appointed by the above entitled court
aa administrator with the will annexed of the
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ministrator with the will annexed ot the said
eitate or to hia altornev. K. N. Steele, at his of
fice Iu auite :: Hyrue huildlug, In Olympia, Warb-
Ington, the place of busluesa of the aaid estate.
IIEKMAN STRUCK.
Administrator with the will auuexed.
Date of flrat publication. Jau. 8, MUtf. .">t
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