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Juno 29, 1014.
Wm. Wise and family had as their
guests Sunday Henry Beltz'and wife
and Mrs. Herbert Moberly and daugh
ter, Thelma.
Charles Euverard and wife and
daughter, Chrlstene, were entertain
ed by Roy Euverard and family Sun
day. Mrs. Will Pointer and children
called on Elizabeth Mock and daugh
ters Sunday afternoon.
Glenn Furstenberger and wife, of
Cincinnati, and Loren Furstenberger,
of Peebles, were called here last week
by the Illness of their father, Charles
Lewis Mock and wife were guests of
John Shaffer and wife Sunday.
George Mlnke and wife, of Buford,
and Lincoln Ilarrls and wife were
calling at the Mlnke residence Sunday
Charles Frurstenberger. a respected
citizen of this community, passed
away Saturday morning after several
months Illness, aged 71 years, 5
months and 14 days. He leaves to
mourn his departure a wife and two
sons, Glenn, of Cincinnati, and Loren,
of Peebles. Funeral services were
conducted by Rev. S. E. Wilkin at
the Mowrystown Church of Christ.
Interment at Mowrystown.
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June 29, 1914.
A number of young ladles from here
went to Berry's Camp Wednesday of
last week with well filled baskets and
spent the day in playing games of all
kinds. An enjoyable time was had.
Miss Vera Pratt, of Prlcelown, spent
several days last week with A. B.
Robinson and wife.
J. O. Gossett and family entertained
a number of young folks from A rice
town Sunday.
H. L. Hawk and family, Wm. Hawk
and wife and A. R. Hawk and wife
and daughter, Margaret, spent Sun
day with R iy Euverard and family, at
Mattle Fouch took dinner Sunday
with Josephine Wilkin, at Danville.
M isses Opal and Mattie Redkey, of
Dodsonville, spent one day last week
with J. A. Fouch and family.
Wm. Blshlr spent Sunday with
home folks.
A. B. Robinson and wife visited
John Vance and family recently.
Wm. King and family spent one
evening this week with Lewis King
and family, at Danville.
H. J. Vance is transacting business
in Brown county this weekr
Korean Justloo.
The Korean Judge dispenses Justice
in the open, and by etiquette only cho
Judge can sit Every one else must
Btand, excepting tbe prisoner and bis
friends, who are forced to remain in a
bumble kneeling position with bowed
beads. Until quite recently these trials
"Were always very one sided and shock
ingly unjust, states the Wide World
Magazine. When a man was brought
to a Judge it was taken for granted be
was guilty, and if he did not confess
be was tortured and made to do so
Witnesses, too, were openly bribed. In
fact, giving 'evidence for or against an
accused person meant a living to a
portion of tho community, and these
witnesses naturally favored those who
paid best Punishments varied. If
the prisons were too full and the con
demned could not pay a fine they were
often given a chance to escape or dis
appeared by some means. Though
theso things are of the past, Korean
Judges, like those of China, possess a
poor idea of the sense of Justice.
An Ancient Mariner's Tale.
A solemn man leaned forward as the
train approached the seaside resort.
Ton see that boardln' bouse over
there. I can tell you a funny story
about that I was stayin' there thirty
years since, and there was a 'usband
and wife there, too very pleasant peo
ple. One day after dinner 'e says to
'er, as any 'usband might say to any
wife, 'Pass me them boots.' And she
Bays to 1m, as any wife might say to
any "uaband, 'Get 'em yourself.' And
'e says, 'I'll never ask you for no more
boots.' "
"Well, is that all?" asked the victim
as tho ancient mariner paused for
"No. B went out at once and drown
ed 'imaelf in those very boots a new
pair fresh on."
And the ancient mariner was ob
viously gratified by the sensation
which tho climax of bis funny story
produced. Manchester Guardian.
The Legs In Swimming.
The correct stroke of the legej is ex
actly like that of a frog's hind legs.
Watch one of these frogs and copy his
Btyle. You cannot do better. The legs
are drawn up together slowly, not with
a Jork, until they are gathered in close
tinder the body. Then with a sudden,
quick spring they are shot out behind,
the ankles being turned so that the
soles of the feet present as flat a sur
face as possible to the water and so
offer more resistance from which to
make progress. As the kick is made
the legs should be spread out in the
shape of a letter V, but not allowed
to sink far down under the surface of
the water. If they kick downward at
an .angle instead of out straight be
hind much of their energy Is wasted in
unnecessarily forcing the body out of
the water instead of forward.
I A Commune I
She Passed Through Suc
cessive Spiritual Forms.
I am now an old mun-a very old
mah. The middle of my life is what
the hub Is to the wheel. As all parts
of the wheel center lu the hub, so all
parts of my existence point to the time
of the war of my country with Prus
sia, the siege of Paris, the army of
Germans marching through the city,
the uprising of the commune. Its brief
and almles3 reign. Its fall.
In 1870 1 wus working In my vine
yard in the department of Indre.
1 had no natural taste for war, and
since my parents, who were very old.
Beetled me I did uot enlist in the army.
But when Paris was besieged I was
conscripted. Having been sent to the
capital. 1 wus put in the defenses on
Mount Valerian and was soon wound
ed by a fragment of a shell. This
transferred me to a hospital.
1 lay on my cot In a stupor. Pres
ently opening my eyes, I looked up, into
the face of n woman. It seemed to
me that a window of heaven bad open
ed and au angel was looking down
upon me. And. oh, the pity there was
in that countenance! It seemed that
it w,us not for me alone, but for all
who suffered for France. It was the
face of youth, that youth In which no
ble sentiments so easily take a strong
bold, youth that does not reason, but
feels. In that countenunce I seemed
to see an impersonation of the spirit
of altruism.
When she withdrew' I followed her
with my eyes. She went from cot to
cot leaving In her wake what she had
left with me. Her figure was lithe:
ber step was quick. She seemed to
have much to do. The bountiful sym
pathy there was In her was for all,
and to distribute It she must be always
I lay on my cot for weeks listening
to a sullen booming of distant guns.
I wished that I might be discharged
from the hospital not that I might
take my place again behind the de
fenses, but that 1 might get another
view of that devoted face. And, when
I had seen it once, surely 1 would
want never to cease to see it.
1 did uot recover till the Prussians
had marched away. Then one day,
leaning on a cane, I went forth on to
tho street, ignorant of the fact that the
commune bad risen and was fighting
for the possession of the capital.
Meeting a man whose blouse marked
him as a workman, I asked him what
was the situation.
"The Germans are gone." he said.
"Some workmen have taken possession
of Montmartre and have cannon there.
Troops were sent to drive them nway,
but the troops would not fight against
the workmen."
Later I learned that the commune
had risen against the national assem
bly and the president of the provision
al government. 1 well remember the
siege sustained by tbe communists
against the national army, tbe assas
sination of Generals Thomas and Le
Compte. the murder of tbe archbishop
of Paris and others whom they held
as hostages. Then when they found
that the troops of the regular consti
tuted authority were about to over
power them they attempted to destroy
Paris, since they could not bold It.
While "all this was going on I went
about looking for her who bad passed
through the hospital leaving hope,
courage, all that was good and vir
tuous and strong, in her trail. 1 did
not see her. Then came a horrible
thought. Had she been sacrificed to
that spirit of vandalism which hovered
over Paris at the hands of tbe com
mune? Alas. It was impossible that
such purity could live amid sucb bar
barity. She must have perished pro.
testing against the enemies about her.
Hearing that t mob had gathered in
tho Place Vendome, I went there, mov
cd by a desire to see what new Icon
oclnsm would bo perpetrated. Push
ing my way through the crowd, 1 en
tered n building, determined to reach
a window above from which I could
Bee what was going on. 1 succeeded,
nnd tbe whole of the open xquure. i
filled with a howling multitude, wns
spread before me. Presently an open
ing was made, and n knot of men, pre
ceded by a woman who was egging
them on, approached tbe column in
the center of the square. She,n lithe,
delicate figure, turned her face to
ward me.
Horror of horrors! She was tho girl
who bad bent over me in the hospital.
A rope was produced and fixed
around tho column. I saw an excited
crowd pulling on the rope, and among
the number was tbe girl of whom 1
bad been dreaming.
And yet my reverence for her was
not changed to antagonism. Rather, I
felt for her the sympathy she bad
shown for me. I saw in her a noble
soul, but one perverted. That great
sympathy which was a part of her na
ture for the world's unfortunate, the
poor, those who toll, yet never reach '
affluence, had been turned awry. A
power for good, it had become a pow
er for evil.
And were not these wretches, in
flamed by bate, by despair, by a (all
ure to reach that Ignis fatuus they
had been following, to destroy what
they could not turn to their comfort,
also to be pitied?
The next time I saw this girl of the
commune It was night I was stand
ing before a burning building. A red
flame shot out throwing a bloodlike
glare over a sea of faces. Turning my
head, I saw n slender feminine' figure
standing on a box addressing those im
mediately about ber. She was tbe girl
I had seen In tbe hospital and at the
pulling down of the Vendome column.
I could not hear her words, but on ber
fnce was the expression of one work
ing In a holy cause. And yet there
was now more of the militant than of
the angel. Under the strain the wild '
beast that lurks in our natures was
coming to the front
Meanwhile I had become strong
enough to do my part In re-establishing
order. I took my place among the
tegular troops who were fighting their
way through the streets of the capital.
One day we were led up to a barricade '
behind which tbe communists were
evidently bent on making a desperate
stand. In the narrow street was not '
room for us to deploy, though we scat- '
tered as much as possible, and we were
at a great disadvantage, presenting a
compact target for those who fought
behind heaped cobblestones. When we
came within range we received a
storm of bullets which laid many of
us on tbe street. !
But we pressed on and were about I
to proceed to carry the barricade by
storm when the figure of a womnn ap
peared on Its crest, n sword In one
hand, a pistol In the other. She was
hnlf tllrnnil frnm lm llrinfi. tlinnn ho.
ncath her on the other side to como up
and meet our expected attack. Then
she turned and glared at us.
Tho figure was that of the girl of tbe
hospital; the face had become that of
the girl of the commune. She was the
Impersonation of hate. Vet she was a
woman, and none of our men would
fire on her. My reverence for her wns
gone, but In Its place had come a pro
found regret. I seemed to see an angel
from heaven turned into a demon from
Despite her efforts and for a time
they were successful In holding her
men to the defense of the barricade
we captured it and she was among tbe
prisoners. There was none of that sub
missive spirit apparent in ber pertain
ing to the Christian martyr; there were
rebellion, hate, the fierceness of a ti
gress who bad been defending her cubs
and seen them slaughtered. She was
sent under guard to prison, and 1, one
of her conquerors, was sent to take
her there.
Short work was made of tbe com
munists once they were In the power
of the legitimate government Those
who were captured with arms or
whose hands indicated that they had
been working on tbe barricades were
lined up against a wall and shot down
without mercy. I was in the tiring
squad that ended the career of the
girl of' the commune. She would not
keep her face to the wall, but turned
toward us.
At tbe last the spirit of evil that had
grown up rithln her during the strug
gle passed 3ud was replaced by an ex
pression of one who was about to die
in a noble work. She was again the
angel of peace and good will. She had
become at tbe last tbe martyr,
Wheu we marched away from that
scene, destined to remain stamped in
my mind during my life, tbe bullet
that I was ordered to send to the girl
of the commune was still in tbe bar
rel of my gun.
When peace came ngain to Paris 1
returned to ray home, where I have
since lived in quiet. But tbe latter
part of my worldly existence bas been
far different from the first In my day
dreams and in my night dreams those
scenes of tbe struggle of a social sub
stratum come back to me, and 1 won
der whether I was on the right or the
wrong side. That struggle was but
the recurrence of others of its kind
that bad preceded it Is tbe world
becoming more sympathetic with such
movements, or is tbe social substratum
becoming more powerful through or
ganization? But these questions are with me of
little Import compared with that one
human soul who was moved to ac
tion by a divine sympathy, that took
on during the contest the grim ugli
ness of conflict and who in the face of
death returned to Its original divine
"Father," said Dordthy Vlcers, "1
have more confidence In your Judg
ment than ray own or that of any one
elee, and I am golug to submit a case
to you. John and Edgar Walcott have
both been making love to me, and each
wishes me to bo his sweetheart Nei
ther has yet accomplished anything
toward founding a home, and a mar
riage with either for some time to
come is not to be considered. But both
are young nnd 1 believe will In time
take their places among fairly success
ful men. 1 um willing to engage my
self to one of them, I confess, because,
living in this quiet plnce, I may not
have a better opportunity. John Is the
more liable to win success. He is, 1
admit rather selfish and prone to look,
out for his own Interest Edgar, I fear,
may not get on. He is kindly and gen
erous. You know, dear father, that I
am a very practical girl, and it seems
to me that generosity nnd success are
incompatible. Nevertheless I like Ed
gar better than John. Now, what do
you ndvlse?"
"1 would not think of advising you,
my child." replied the father, "but I ,
will make some statements bearing on
the case. Success comes in different
ways. Probably the man who looks
out for his own Interest nnd hoards Is
the most likely to get rich. But a kind ,
hearted, generous man will make
friends, nnd friends are valuable.
Why not send these two young men-
out into the world, promising tbnt they
may return, say. In five years, and
take the one who has achieved the
greater success? It will be a fine stim
ulus for them nnd may be the means
of making a career for both. Besides,
it will give us an opportunity to test
the two methods selfishness and gen
erosity." Dorothy acted on her father's ad
vice and told the young men. who wero
brothers, to go out into the world nnd
return on that day five years hence,
when she would betroth herself to the
one who hnd been more successful. On
the surface, at least, the fact that they
both wanted tho same girl bad made
no difference In their brotherly love,
nnd they ngreed to go together. It
was at a time when gold was being
discovered In Colorado, nnd the broth
ers concluded that they would go there
and seek for the wherewithal to en
able one of them to marry Dorothy.
"If we make a strike." said John, "we
can return without waiting for the
five years to pass and claim the'prlze."
They entered the gold country, and
with pick and shovel began to dig.
Whenever they got discouraged they
heard of some lucky stumbler who had
made a fortune in n hole In the ground,
and they would go on digging. There
was but one trouble between them.
They bad been given a certain amount
of money by their father to hold In
common while they wero prospecting.
Whenever they met nny one out at the
elbow or hungry or otherwise impov
erished, Edgar would Insist on giving
him something from their treasury. To
this John objected, but as Edgar kept
on Insisting on helping every one he
met John at last made a division of
what was left and told his brother
that if he wished to ruin himself he
might do so; be (John) washed his
bands of the matter.
They continued to dig, hoping every
day to strike something that would at
least ndd to their fund, which was get
ting low. Edgar's share was so re
duced that there were but a few silver
pieces left.
One' afternoon, having abandoned a
bole In which they had been digging
nnd with their tools on their shoulders
they were walking toward another lo
cation where they bad heard gold had
been found, they came to the dead
body of a man who, Judging from the
pick and shovel beside bira. hnd been
a prospector. He was very much
emaciated, nnd ns be bad no marks
of violence on him It appeared that he '
bad sunk from exhaustion.
"Poor fellow!" exclaimed Edgar. I
"Very likely." said John, "he died i
of starvation. He should be a warn
ing to you, Edgar, not to be wasting
your money on every beggar who
comes along."
"Let's bury him." said Edgar,
"Bury him! Why should we waste
our time at thdt?" said John impatient
ly. "Come on!"
"He may have a wife, a mother, a
sister, possibly a sweetheart, who some
day will be glad to know that he re
ceived decent sepulcher."
"Edgar." tried John angrily, "you're
u fool! I'm worn out with you. Stay
here if you like and bury tbe man.
I'm going on."
He wnlked away, expecting his
brother would follow him. But he
did not. Edgar began to dig n grave,
and John passed out of sight That
was the last tlme'they met until the
five years that they were to remain on
trial were up.
On the date appointed John Wnlcott
who hod left off prospecting and open
ed n small store storked with goods
for miners, reaping thereby a smnll
fortune, returned , to bis home to put
In his claim for (Dorothy's hand. He
found her married to his brother Ed
gar and living in fine ntyle.
"How did you do It. Edgar?" nsked
John, astonished.
"Yon remember the dead man 1
burled? Well. In digging his grave I
struck one of the best paying mines In
While examining an old manuscript
of my great-grnudfnthor bearing the
date of 17"3 I camp across the follow
ing record of un incident that occurred
to him while traveling on the Island of
Jnmalcn. It was written In my pro
genitor's bund and In tbe old fashioned
spelling and with numerous capitals
It ran thus:
' I was riding along on horseback to
ward St. Pedro. Not far from me was
a ridge on which wns built a very curi
ous looking house. There wns a tow
er among tho other parts, from which
I Judged one might view tho whole
country roundabout. While I was
wondering who might live In such a
strange looking place 1 saw a mounted
negro galloping townrd me. When he
came up to me be reined In his horse
and said to me:
"My marster. Mr. Oldershaw, Invites
yo' to dine with him nt bis castle on
the ridge, to stay tbe night nnd as
much longer ns yo' will."
I had experienced so much hospital
ity thus far in Jamaica that 1 was not
as much surprised at this strange in
vitation as I would have been under
other circumstances. I thought that I
would accept It and go into St Pedro
in tbe morning. I rode on, bidding the
negro ride beside me nnd asking him
questions 'about Mr. Oldershaw nnd bis
castle. I was Informed that be was an
Englishman who bad come out to Ja
maica a few years before, had bought
a tract of land and built upon it whnt
he called Oldershaw castle. He was
the only white person in it, the rest
being his negro slaves.
I found Mr. Oldershaw at tbe en
trance of his abode ready to greet me.
He bore tbe stamp of an English gen
tleman, with much more of friendliness
in his manner than tbe average Eng
lishman would have shown a stranger.
He told me that be lived a lonely life
and from tbe tower of his castle
watched with n telescope for travelers
and on seeing one luvurlably sent n
slave with an invitation.
Never would a suspicion of the man
have entered my bead bad I not known
that Jamaica at that time was tho
dumping ground for the "black sheep"
of English families. So it at once oc
curred to me that Mr. Oldershaw, be
ing an English gentleman, might have
been sent to Jamaica by his family to
get him out of the way.
We dined sumptuously, partaking of
tbe luscious fruits of the country uml
drinking the choicest of wines. My
host pressed the bottle upon me, but I
noticed did not drink much himself.
We were served by the negro who bad
borne my Invitation. He never spoke,
obeying his master's slightest look, go
ing and coming noiselessly. Indeed,
there was something In this stillness
pervading the place that gave me n
desire to get out of it. Then, too,
there wus something about my host's
hospitable manner which gave me the
idea that it was not genuine.
My host and I smoked some delicious
cigars after dinner tbat he told me he
had Just received from Havana. When
bedtime came I was shown to a room
beautifully fitted up with every con
venience and 'was left to myself. But
something I could not account for
warned me that I was In danger. I
traveled, like every one else in that
country, armed. I hnd not the face to
take my arms to my room, but I- bad
a cane with a sword in it, and this I
caught up as I went upstairs.
By this time I was In terror. 1 tried
to poohpooh my fright and called my
self a fool for conjuring up imaginary
dangers. But I could not get myself
into tbat bed. Instead I lay down on
a lounge. An hour passed and 1 got
no sleep. Another followed with the
same result In that hot climate bed
room doors are not closed. I thought
I heard a noise on the stairway wlth-
out I hnd noticed curtnlns on all the
windows, and, slipping to one of them
and catching up my sword cane as I
passed, I put myself behind a curtain.
Some one stole into the room. I heard
footsteps near tbe bed then a sound
Hke'a sword plunging through a mat
tress. A man drew a lantern from under
his cloak and held tbe light over the
bed. He wns Oldershaw. I knew by
this time that be bad intended to mur
der me, and my only chance was to
kill blm before be recovered from his
surprise at finding the bed empty.
Drawing my sword, 1 left my hiding
place nnd mnde n lunge, running the
blade clear through his left side. Ho
sank down with a groan and was still.
But one Idea absorbed mo to get out
of tbe placo with my life. I descended
the staircase hurriedly, but softly, my
dripping blade In ray hand. Opening a
door at the foot of the stairs, I stood
at the entrance of n lighted room in
which were half a dozen blacks ap
parently waiting for something. They
looked at me In astonishment
"Clear the way!" I yelled and, sword
in hand, strode past them, they cower
ing from me, and gained nn exit not
only from the room, but from tbo cas
tle. Once outside I ran till I reached St.
Pedro. There 1 told my experience
nnd went back .with an armed force.
Oldershaw castle was vacant. Under
neath it a pit was found containing
bumerous skeletons. They were doubt
less my predecessor travelers who bad
lined nt the cnstle.
Who Oldershaw was and what In
duced blm to commit these crimes I
never learned. It was suspected that
in England be had been crazed by
some great wrong.
Peoples9 I
Column t
Farm and Town property always
for sale. Money loaned on Real Es
tate. Wade Turner,"
Merchants Bank Bldg.
D. Leadbetter,' real estate, nre in
surance and (pensions. Office 134 S.
High street.
For Rent 7 room house on Collins
ave. Inquire of O. S. Lemon. (7-2)
For Sale 110 acre Cfarm on pike
near New Market. For particulars
inquire at thlsCofllce. adv tf
For Sale One second hand engine
and two Huber separators.
adv J. G. Bell.
For Sale A good second hand
steel tire buggy. Call Samuel Swiss
helm at Samantha.
Do you have headaches?
Do your eyes water?
Do theyiache?
Does print run together?
Do things become dim or
Are your Byes inflamed?
Do your 1 eyes tire after reading-
Dr. C. F. Faris,
Office 1 door East of Economy store.
Main Street, Hlllsboro, O.
June 29, 19i4.
Chas. Richards and wife, of Hllls
boro, were looking after the interests
of their farm;here Friday.
Rev.Stanley Wilkin.of MowrystowD,
spent Monday night with his uncle,
H. G. Powell.
Dr. Wm. McConnaughey was a caller
here Saturday morning.
I Frank Willlson and wife, John Wel-
ty and grandson, Charles Beam Slmbro.
spent Wednesday with James Harris
and farqily, at Harrlsburg.
I Mrs. Larrick and daughter, Miss
Viola, of; Burtonville, are spending
the weekwith Mrs. Luther Campbell.
I CoburnlVance, of Hlllsboro, spent
Thursday at his farm here.
I Mrs.JOllver, of Hlllsboro, spent a
few daysilwith henJdaugbter, Mrs.
Ralph Sprinkle, last week.
I Harry lAndrews came up fromCin-
clnnatllSaturday to visit his wife, who
spent the week with her parents, Geo,
Grltllth and wife.
j James Setty and wife and daughter,
of Hlllsboro, spent Sunday with his
father, Wm. Setty.
I Chas. Slmbro and family and Otto
Warren and family spent Sunday with
. William Matthews and family.
I Floyd; Frazier, of Dunn's Chapel,
spent Saturday night and Sunday with
the RobbinjBrothers.
Joe Campbell isf better.
Mrs. Starling Lemon and son, Her
bert, spent'Saturday afternoon with
Mrs. CareyJKlrkpatrlck.
George Prine and family and Carey
Klrkpatrlck and family were guests at
the home of Chas. Slmbro Sunday.
Luther Campbell called at Joe Camp
bell's I rlday afternoon.
Oscar -King and wife, of Danville,
were callers here' Sunday afternoon.
Glenn Ladd and Leo Chanev spent
Sunday morning with George Prine
and family.
W. E. Nofster and family spent Sun
day with friends in Wilmington.
Goodheart I've got you down for a
couple of tickets ; we're getting up a
raflle forja poor man in the neighbor
hood. Joakley None for me, thank you.
I wouldn't know what to do with a
poor man If I won him Christian
The average government salary in
Washington is 81079, and the average
all over tho country is 8948.
"What did the doctor say ?"
"Ho felt of Jones' purse and said
there was no hope." Minnesota Mln-
ne ha-ha.
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