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j ^ Fam<5,u * Tales and Legends Told in Brief Form
Walter Scott's Tale of War in Lorraine
By J. U/. MULLE
ODOVncht bj J. W. Mall«
The chain
The chain of French'yorit from
Werdun, now being so fiercely fought
IflT f t 1 jV/iei/Mr mi\ m t ____ «
' ---"Tf /•'wwy juuyni
for, to Nancy, which form Lne com
bined system, of defense for French
~ T ~ yi ucjense jor trench,
Lorraine, lie in a region fanbgus in
history and legend. None is 'more
thrilling than the capture of Nancy
by the Swiss. 77m episode and the
destruction of the Burgundian army
are a fine part of Sir Walter Scott's
Anne of fleierstein." \
Charles the Bold, ruler of Burgundy
iand Flanders, duke of seven dukedoms,
count of seventeen earldoms, was at
(the summit of his eminence. In his
grip he crushed the estates of Bur
ISundy and Flanders. He was invad
ing Lorraine and already had added
to his titles that of duke of Lorraine,
Pe menaced great Louis of France and
boasted opqnly that he would nail the
hide of th* old fox to a stable door.
He was bargaining with Margaret of
Snjoa for the lovely kingdom of Pro
•enc«* ruled by her mild old father,
3«»od King Rene, in exchange for
Milch he promised to make war In
England on the house of York and re
sta JBij» Margaret's house of Lancas
r. Add with all these affairs on his
da-* 4 * 1 turned lightly, as to an ex
o tm~s.e war onathe Swiss.
to
By
my
Th
out
of
->n,
aiQ
or(
duke or Oxford, who
!i!* camp as Margaret's envoy,
Ibim that these rough moun
J* were bears \qho might well
'~il his greater plans. He roared
rury at the intimation that his
y of Burgundy, his mailclad
tries from all Europe, and his
wonderful fire-spitting can
ght fail to annihilate the Swiss,
fought on foot with arrows and
moth, clumsy, two-handed swords,
said to the Swiss deputation that
come.to beg for peace:
deputation of your most notable
ns who shall meet me on your
tiers with halters around their
ks and their swords held by the
ts, may learn from me on what
dltlons we will grant peace."
ten farewell, peace, and welcome
said the undaunted Swiss dele
"We will meet you on our fron
wlth our naked swords, but the
not the points, shall be in our
. Charles of Burgundy, we bid
defiance, and declare war against
In the name of the Confederated
tons !"
argaret's nephew, Ferrand de
demont, whose heritage was the
edom of Lorraine, joined with the
s. Charles laughed when he heard
"On to Neuchâtel !" he said. "We
teach these beggarly peasants a
:n!"
Granson, near the great lake of
chatel, the beggarly peasants
it Burgundy's army in a narrow
and so fell on it from all sides
by nightfall the shining host was
flight
e check merely infuriated Charles.
idsummer of the next year he
ready a new army of at least sixty
men with one hundred and
pieces of cannon. They entered
and of the Swiss, who had called
Free Cities of the Rhine to Help
At Morat, near Berne, the Bur
an cannon battered the walls
d Swiss ears; but the artillery,
though it was, failed to terrify
It plowed great gaps among
but before it could fire again
vors rushed In with, those
five-foot swords and hewed
d men down as if they were
had to ride
life whfe the steer-borns of
ch the» Swiss blew as war
behind him as he
/- S fâ
hfl ças r «junned for a time ;
came to him that Fer
las had dared to leave
mountain ' fastnesses and had
Lorraiqe, taking the city of
Nancy, he roused himself and laughed
teain, gleefully. "They have trapped
themselves!" he cried. "I swear that
I shall destroy them utterly before
vo weeks have passed.
Three days before Christmas his
sat down before Nancy in a
3 g position. That night there was
at commotion in the duke's tent.
|n his officers rushed in, they saw
standing undressed, with his
in his hand. He roared that
had been by bis bedside,
bodyguard was incredulous, for
were many there who hould
that they had nbt closed their
res. But he pointed to a table.
^ to it with a dagger was a parch
signed with three crûsses. Ev
present recognised at once
rhat It was, and even in that armed
ap many of them trembled ; for the
iwrehment was a summons from the
• ' caded Vehm-Gericht, the mysterious.
Ughty secret tribunal of Germany,
' hose secret, unknown and powerful
: lges ' exercised a Jurisdiction that
' « *ed even emperors.
The summons called on Charles to
Appear at a given place and time uu
aj and deliver himself to the
I of the tribunal, who would lend
the place of triai. Falling ap
the
a
ers
the
ter
and
to
she
his
is
ter
pearance, he was outlaw and doomed
to death without hearing.
"I know from what quiver this ar
row comes!" said Charles, his lips
white with rage. "It is shot by that
degenerate noble, Albert of Geierstein.
By St. George of Burgundy! Nothing
shall save him after such an insult as
this! I will hang him to the highest
steeple in Nancy and his daughter
shall choose the meanest herdboy in
my army for husband!"
Little more than a week later, on
the 1st of January, 1477, in a bitter
dawn of ice and show, there came a
sound like the roar of an avalanche.
Th < officers rushed to their posts and
were cut down by men who appeared
her£, there, everywhere. The artil
lerists manned their guns, and found
that they had been spiked. The Swiss
poured through. A red glare broke
out and lit up the scene. The Burgun
dian camp had been fired at four ends.
When day broke the duke of Oxford
found the body of Charles, duke of
Burgundy, lying mired by a waterhole,
and near him in the disguise of a Bur
gundian man-ht-arms, lay the body of
Count Albert of Geierstein, the avenger
of the Vehm-Gertcht.
"Anne of Geier sie, in" has for its
hero and heroine tue son of the ex
iled duke of Oxford, t\i loyal Lan
castrian, and Anne, daughter of the
strange and eccentric count of Gei
erstein ( Vulture's Rock), a castle in
the Swiss Alps. The novel is not
one of Scott'8' great ones, but it is
worthy and sôund; and it possesses
a sentimental interest to his admir
ers because it represents what may
truly be called the sunset of his
genius. He had his first paralytic
seizure in the year following its
publication.
EYES OF THE YOUNG PEOPLE
Backward Student Rapidly Makes Up
Lost Ground When Astigmat
ism Is Corrected.
That Swampy Section.
Church—You know ray brother
bought some property down on Long
Island and built a bungalow, and he's
called It Submarine.
Gotham—Funny name for a place,
Isn't it?
"Ob, no; you see down irf that lo
cality nearly everything is under wa
ter a lot of the time."
a
The oldest boy in the class had
been called upon to read and had pro
duced humiliation on the part of his
teacher, who was entertaining a vis
itor. The boy bent over his book,
studying out the words one by one.
Smaller children read the lesson off
quickly. Thoroughly despairing of
Tom, for that was the dull boy's name,
the teacher addressed the visitor:
"What would you do with a hopeless
pupil like that?"
"Have his .eyes examined," the an
swer came quickly.
"Why, I neyer had thought of that,"
gasped the teacher, and then with the
thought came various recollections of
Tom 'as he sat in his seat crouched
down over his book and her sharp ad
monition to sit up straight; of his ut
ter failure to copy problems or sen
tences written on the board ; of his In
ability to learn, which came not from
lack of trying, but from what she had
termed "dumbness."
The ' teacher t visited Tom's father
and mother. After considerable per
suasion they consented to take the boy
to an oculist. Tom was found to be
suffering from astigmatism, which
cadsed the words on a printed page to
double and dancê before his eyes. A
pair of glasses corrected the difficulty,
and Tom returned to school able to
she as well as any normal boy. He is
still handicapped by being two years
behind his grade, by a painful lack of
self-confidence and by a reputation of
dullness. However, all of these handi
caps are being rapidly overcome.
A child who needs^giasses needs
them at once and not several years
later. To wait until he has grown
older on the plea that he will break
his glasses or outgrow them is to do
him an irreparable injury.
Priestly Humor.
The guests at the silver jubilee of
Rev. James Xynch of St. Martin of
Tours parish, Brooklyn, learned, in a
very simple way, of the secret of his
great success amongst his people. Here
is his speech, which, for cold and un
romantic truth-telling, has never been
surpassed : "Dear brethren ; At my
silver jubilee I was anxious that you
should 'make a fuss over me.' You have
actually made a fuss over me. I am
grateful. When the memory of the glit
ter and glamour of this day shall have
passed away, you may forget that the
bishop was here; you may forget the
beautiful sermon preached; you may*
forget the beauty of the church and the
sweetness of the music, bnt yon will
never forget that It was the one occa
sion since my arrival here some years
ago that, on entering the pulpit, I did
not talk about the collection."
MAN WINS BACK
BRIDE HE LOST
Secret Vow Made in Divorce
Court Led Husband to
Make Good.
HAD LIVED TOO HIGH
L. F. Reynolds of Los Angeles Weath
ers Business and Family Crash
and Returns After Three Years
to Wife and Son.
Los Angeles.—Renewing a romance
which hinged on a secret agreement
made at the time of their divorce in
Denver, Colo., three years ago, Linn
F. Reynolds of this city and his for
mer wife have just been married the
second time.
"She told me that if I would go
away and make good we would be mar
ried again," said Reynolds. "Now we
have carried out our promises to each
other—promises known to none but
God and ourselves. Three months be
fore the decree was granted, our little
son, John David, was born, and it was
that little mite of humanity, more than
anything else, that determined us to
live down the past and make a new
home."
Lived Beyond Their Means.
When Louise Lawlor married Linn
Reyn'olds, she was a popular society
girl, just twenty years old, the daugh
ter of a wealthy manufacturer of Den
ver. Reynolds, twenty-two years old,
was in business and was making $4,000
a year. But he and his bride had not
learned to value money, and lived far
beyond their means. Soon the crash
came. Reynolds w T as left without a
dollar and heavily in debt. This, with
other complications, made trouble for
them which ended in the divorce court.
But before they parted they agree«?
that, if the husband lived down the
past, some day they would marry
again.
"For awhile after the divorce," said
Reynolds, "I kept slipping until I was
down and out completely. Everybody
was knocking me, and the world looked
pretty blue. Finally I borrowed enough
%
Ended in the Divorce Court.
money to leave Denver and. go to San
Francisco. But I failed in every ef
fort I made to get along. Discouraged
and almost penniless, I went to Los
Angeles, and there for six months I
all but starved, working as an extra
at six dollars a week in motion pic
ture studios. It seemed as if fate had
decreed that I must never again see
my wife and baby."
Husband "Came Back."
But one day Reynolds saw his
chance, took advantage of it, and won
out. Stories of his success reached
his former wife. Yet not one word did
they write each other until a short
time ago, when Reynolds sent her a
letter reminding her of their secret
promise, declaring that he still loved
her, and that he wanted to hear his
little boy call him "daddy."
The very next mail brought the girl's
answer, and a few days later she was
in Los Angeles with curly-headed John
David.
WANTED SON IN CHAIN GANG
Georgia Mother Preferred That to
Having Him Sent to the
Reformatory.
Atlanta, Ga.—"Try my boy for boot
legging and send him to the chain
gang, judge, but don't send him back
to that reform school," was the plea
made before Judge Johnson by the
mother of D. A. Dougherty, an eight
een-year-old boy, who was brought be
fore the recorder on a charge of hav
ing failed to return to the reformatory
after having been given a leave of ab
sence to have his teeth fixed at At
lanta.
His mother charged that he had been
given 30 lashes and put on bread and
water and that he had been forced to
work "like a dog" at the reformatory.
Blinded by Sunlight.
Manhattan, Kan.—A flash of sun
light on newly painted woodwork
caused L. E. Wood of Newton, Kan.,
to lose his eyesight. Physicians say
It may- be permanent. »
KILLED BY BULLET
MEANT FOR ANOTHER
Man and His Wife Are Arrested
in the Murder of Hotel Pro
prietor at Northville.
Gloversville, N. Y.—John Elk inberg
and his wife are locked up in the Ful
ton county jail at Johnstown in con
nection with the shooting of Edward
Ostrhnder, proprietor of the River
view hotel at Northville. Sheriff Wil
liam J. Shepard says both have con
fessed that Elkinberg fired the shot
that killed Osberg shortly before mid
night, as he stood in the hotel office
talking with John Bettinger.
According to the sheriff, Elkinberg
admits quarreling with Bettinger, and
the bullet that killed Ostrander was
intended for Bettinger. The shot was
fired by someone on the outside of
o
The Shot Was Fired
side.
From the Out
the hotel, and crashing through the
glass of a front window, struck Os
trander in the hack of the head, kill
ing him instantly.
Elkinberg was arrested at 2:30 a. m.
at the point of a revolver at his home
on the river road. According to the
sheriff, he had a gun in his hands
when the officers entered his home.
He and his wife were taken to the
Riverview hotel, where they were put
through a grilling over the body of
the dead man and the alleged con
fession obtained
TAKES HER SUN BATH
Chicago.—Mystery in Lake
Forest. Herman White comes
galloping into the office of Chief
Maguire. Woman dead. Goshal
mighty. Hair on end. Hurry
up. Chief and police grab auto.
Rush to John Chapman estate.
There she is. Furs and silks.
Holy mackerel ! She's reading
a magazine. She speaks. "What
dp you want?" They speak.
"We thought you were dead."
She speaks. "I'm taking a sun
hath. Run along." They speak.
"What's your name?" She
speaks. "None of your busi
ness." That's all.
FINDS HER LONG-LOST CHILD
Search of Twelve Years Rewarded and
Mother Gets Writ to Compel Return
of the Girl Intrusted to Family.
COLLEGE PUTS BAN ON BETS
Many 8tudenta at Lawrence Univer
sity "Go Broke" on Foot
ball Game.
A
New Haven.—Mrs. Florence Pedmore
of Hartford, Conn., found in a high
school at New Haven her fifteen-year
old daughter, Dorothy, whom she lost
twelve years ago and for whom she
kept up a continuous search since. Her
search led her through Philadelphia,
over the mountains of Pennsylvania,
as far west as Chicago and to parts
of Connect! cnt.
Mrs. Pedmore said she resided in
Philadelphia twelve years ago when
she paid a visit to her mother in Pitts
burgh, and for so doing her husband
deserted her. The Briekleys lived in
the latter city and she allowed her
child to live with them. Suddenly they
moved away and she was unable to
locate them.
Recently she received a letter from
New Haven, Conn., saying her daugh
ter was in a Pennsylvania town. She
hunted 4he writer of the letter instead
and found the Brlckley family in New
Haven. Mrs. Pedmore is a hairdresser
and says she is able to support Doro
thy and give her a good education.
a
A
Appleton, Wis.—Because a large
number of Lawrence college students
bet on the Ripon-Lawrence football
game and had to borrow money or ride
"blind baggage" to get home, President
Plants put the official lid on betting.
A number of students also lost such
large sums on the presidential election
that they were forced to leave school.
Schoolchildren have been stealing
pennies to try their luck with the slot
machines in the grocery Störes near
the schoolhouses. City Attorney Bot
tensek has compelled the remoyal o l a
large combe* of tt a fih ia fe g,
.W
K
rn/w/ßrr nn sr me h<OMRC ntwjf*n* imo/cAn
Bast night when someone spoke his naifie,
From my swift blood that went and came
A thousand burning shafts of flame
Shot quivering through my trembling
frame;
My whole soul, waiting silently,
Droops blinded when I meet his eye.
DO DEPARTED LOVERS FORGET?
It is not so easy for those who have
been bound together by love's tender
ties to forget
each other whol
ly. Even though
distance sepa
rates them, some
chance word up
on the lips of
friend or strang
er recalls a
thought of other
duys and anoth
er's voice utter
ing those self
same words. Cold
is the heart over
which such a
memory sweeps
if it fails to bring
a faint thrill and
a thought of whut
might have been
is
had fate been kinder.
The reasons that have governed the
parting of lovers have been many.
Scarcely two are alike. But regret is
quite the same in all cases. Early
loves take a deep hold upon the heart.
Others which may follow after are
never quite like it. When two who
have loved well agree because of some
slight misunderstanding to part, it is
a blessing if distance lies between
them. It is a never-ending source of
secret grief to one, perhaps both, if
they are obliged to see each other or
meet frequently, living in the same
town, having the same mutual friends
or acquaintances. They may have
thought they could meet coldly as
strangers. But that could never be.
Hands that have known affection's ten
der clasp, eyes that have gazed fondly
into eyes that have looked lovingly
back again, hearts that have thrilled
with the presence of the other, can
never be entirely thought of as those
of a stranger.
If each weds another, old loves fade,
as do old photographs and dreams.
Newer interests elbow out old hopes.
A bachelor upon meeting an old sweet
heart marveled greatly at the lady's
lack of enthusiasm. They had loved
ardently and well. Parental authority
had interfered, causing them to drift
apart.
"Your thoughts are not with me,"
he exclaimed disappointedly. She
showed no enthusiasm. "Do pardon
me. I was thinking of my children at
home. You ought to see George. He's
taller than his father and quite as
handsome. John is the image of me.
Oh, I must tell you of the great plans
we have of making him a mining en
gineer. Then there's Ralph! He's
going to be a great writer. We can't
keep books away from him. I don't
believe in the ghost stories he revels
in, but It's just wonderful to hear him
tell how' they're to turn out. Then
there's our little Rose. She's only ten,
but, my word for It, she's going to be
the greatest of actresses. There Isn't
one of them she can't mimic. Oh,
please excuse me, I must hurry home.
Baby has the mumps." She left a dis
illusioned lover looking after her, mut
tering: "Those who do not wed, re
tain their old fancies. The wedded
ones have every chance to forget."
O
And she to him will reach her hand,
Gazing In his eyes will stand,
And know her friend and weep for glee
And cry, "Long, long, I've lived for
thee!"
WOMAN'S BIRTHDAY.
No matter if you are the best of
friends of a young woman—even a
suitor—it is ofttiines a very risky mat
ter to hint to her anything regarding
her birthday. A man may have the
best of intentions, his mind may be
bent upon making her a gift. She
may misconstrue the meaning of his
hint, imagining that he is prying in
to a woman's secret as to how far she
has got oi* in years. A very young
girl Is proud to declare herself sixteen,
eighteen or twenty, as the case may be.
But when half a dozen years are add
ed to that, she is not so glib of tongue
in epeqking of birthdays. She would
be more pleased at any other sort of
present rather than a birthday gift.
Three-fourths of the men never
dream of such a condition of affairs,
especially if they are sisterless. Not
one man in a thousand would drehm
of concealing his age. If a man has
been calling upon a certain young
lady for some time and he has sent
her tokens of his good will at the
different holidays, he naturally thinks,
"There's another kind of gift for me to
send her—a pretty little birthday to
ken. She certainly has a birthday
sometime in the year." He has heard
that a box of bonbons, books or flow
ers are appropriate for such an occa
sion. Sweets do not appeal to him and
he hasn't time to rummage the book
store counters for an appropriate vol
ume. He hits upon flowers as just
the thing. Manlike, he bluntly asks
the question, what Is the day it falls
oa'and how old she is. She admits in
some confusion to twenty-seven years.
He falls into the mistake many a ! man
of
*
has before him of declaring. "I shall
send you an American beauty rose to
commemorate each and everyone of
your years." Hieing himself to the
nearest florist the next day, he gives
an order for 27 of the finest American
beauty roses obtainable to he sent to
Mi*s So-So, leaving his card to be
attached. Quite unconscious of dis
rupting a romance, the florist, wishing
to establish himself in the good grace»
of the young man, adds half a dozen
more roses for good measure. AV hen
tiie 33 roses are received, the young
woman's anger knows no bounds.
"This is a tacit way of informing
me that he believes me six years old
er than I stated," she declares with
tears in her eyes. The young man
often wonders why she was never
home when he called after that. This
is an old story, but well worth repeat
ing, for it fixes the subject of birth
days in many a man's memory and
warns him to steer clear of such a
rock. A woman's birthday is her own
affair.
The love in my heart I know not why
Nor how it came to be.
But the bliss that ic mine no gold c
buy
Since love has come to me.
O love, dear love! There's nothing
sweet.
Go search the whole world through.
My heart is so full of it—every beat.
Cries out, dear heart, for you.
SOMEBODY NEEDS YOU.
When a man goes through the world
single for a number of years, he
needn't feel proud of himself. He is
cheating some presumably noble wom
an out of her affection, companionship,
and last, but by no means least, hi*
protection and support.
It was the intention of one far wiser
than he that man should mate. He
knew that there was some poor soul
of a woman who needed man to make
her life complete. It is neither wise
nor best for man to live alone. The
first and greatest need of his life is
for one nearer and dearer than all
others to be close by his side to up
hold his flagging spirits in time of
adversity and sorrow.
No man lives his life through from
boyhood to middle age without encoun
tering knocks from the cold world.
Even wealth cannot divert them.
When life is young with him, he may
form the wrong kind of attachment,
close friendships with the kind of wom
en who are quite content to coquette
and flirt with him over a long terra of
years* But these are the kind of wom
en who /do not need him, und whom
he does not need. They are taking
up the years of his life, his time and
attention from the one pure, noble
woman somewhere in the universe who
does need him.
Many hold that each person Is bora
with a soul. To me, everything seems
to indicate that each one is horn with
but half a soul. The two half souls
must be brought together to form a
beautiful perfect soul—man and his
true mate.
I feel sorry when I read of the men
who lived and died bachelors. I do
not wonder that somewhere some
sweet and noble woman i»s living a
spinster who should have been wedded
to him had they but met and recog
nized in each other their ideal.
They were like ships that passed
in the night, yet never spoke. The
question with every man should be
who and where is the one woman in,
this world who needs me to fulfill her
destiny? With this thought uppermost
in his heart, he should seek diligently
until he is brought face t«^ face with
her. No man is so great, of so much
importance in the world, that he
should dodge this issue. It is actu
ally his duty to find that woman who
needs him more than all others.
Every man should concern himself
deeply in the question "Who is for
me?" and not set himself firmly against
the holy joys of matrimonial alliance.
Likewise men should fight nobly
against the passion that ofttimes
creeps into their hearts when they
know beforehand tt will not result ü
marriage.
For every man there- Is one- stead»
fast, true womanly heart that was in
tended to beat only for him. It is a
God-given mission for a man to go
forth, search and find. That Is the
one woman whose half soûl mates
with his and Who needs him.
Making a Seaport.
A gentleman from Vermont was
traveling west in & Pullman when a
group of men from Topeka, Kan,
boarded the train and began to praise
their city to the Vermonter, telling
him of its wide streets and beautiful
avenues. Finally the Vermonter be
came tired and said the only thing
that would improve their city would
be to make it a seaport.
The enthusiastic Westerners laughed
at him and asked how they could make
it a seaport, being so far awa/ from
the ocean.
The Vermonter replied that it would
be a very .easy task.
"The only thing that you will hay*
to do," said he, "is tq lay a 2-lnch pip*
from your city to the Gulf of Mexico.
Then If you fellows can suck as hard
as you can blow you will have it a sea
port inside half an hour."
Reminiscing.
"I know something about wan
When I was at the front I generally
had the enemy on the run."
"Then I bet you were in front at
them."
Fair Enough.
"My husband and myself have traw
eled life's road together for 12 year»
now."
condltlfl
(ftlleafft'
j. JfTadeV prei
er that very j

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