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POLK COUNTY NEWS-GAZETTE. DENTON. TENNESSEE.
I .. .i JT i William 11 SYNOPSIS. Congressman Standiah and the Woman, believing themselves In love, spend a trial week as man and wife In a hotel in northern New York under assumed names. The Woman awakens to the fact that she does not love Standlsh and calls their engagement off. Standiah protests undying devotion. Wanda Kelly, tel- fihone girl at the Hotel Keswick. Wash ngton. Is loved by Tom Blake, son of the political boss of the house. Ha proposes marriage and Is refused. She gives as one of her reasons her determination to K?t revenue on Jim Blake for ruining her father. Congressman Frank E. Kelly. Congressman Standlsh. turned insurgent. Is fighting the Mulllns bill, a measure In the Interests of the railroads. The ma chine Is seeklnff means to discredit Stand lsh In the hope of pushing the hill through. Robertson, son-in-law of Jim Blake, and the latter's candidate for speaker of the house, tries to win Stand lsh over, and falling, threatens to dig Into his past. Jim Blake finds out about the episode of five years back at the northern New York hotel. He secures all the facts except the name of the Woman nd proposes to t: the story as a club to force Standlsh to allow the Mulllns bill to pass. Jim Blake lays a trap. to secure the name of the Woman. He tells Miss Kelly that he Is going to have a talk with Standlsh, and that at Its conclusion the latter will call up a number on the tele phone to warn the Woman. He offers Miss Kelly JIOt for that number. At the conclusion of the Interview with Blake. Standlsh gets a New York wire and calls Plaza 1001. A few minutes later Robert son tells Miss Kelly to call Plafti 1001 and get his wife or one of the servants on the phone. Miss Kelly refuses to give Jim Blake the number called by Standlsh. Blake has a story of the Standlsh episode Tirepared ready to send out as soon as the woman's name Is learned. Blake's daugh ter Grace arrives with her husband. Gov ernor Robertson. Miss Kelly calls on race to warn her that her good name Is threatened by Impending exposure of Standlsh and Is Insulted for her pains. Orace appeals to Standlsh to give up the flfht In order to protect her name. He refuses. Grace sends for Miss Kelly, apologizes for her rudeness and begs Wanda's assistance. Wanda declares she will never betray the Woman. The ma chine attempts again to force Standlsh out of the fight, without success. Blake calls up the Associated Press to order the publication of the story, but is cut off and communication is restored too late to get the story Into the morning papers. Rob ertson attempts to force Miss Kelly to reveal the Woman's name. She Is threat ened with Imprisonment for cutting off Stake's conversation with- the Associated Press because of her refusal to give the number called by Standlsh. Grace admits that she knows the name of the Woman .and her husband demands that she tell It. CHAPTER XXI. Jim Blake, Loser. And so for an instant they stood. It was an odd tableau: Grace, helpless, shaking, dumb; Wanda, her arms clasped protectlngly about the unheed ing Woman, who did not so much as Teallze their presence nor feel the warm sympathy of , their embrace; Mark, his triumph tinged with Impa tience at his wife's hesitation; Blake, still gripping the telephone and glow ering in angry surprise at the lawyer; Van Dyke grim, alert, master of the moment, his lean face set in lines of unwonted sadness. And it was Van Dyke who broke the brief silence. His precise dry voice was tinged by a note of something al most solemn as he addressed Robert son. "Mark," he said, "Miss Kelly has iold us that she promised the the Woman not to tell. When did she wake that promise?" "What does that matter now?" snap ped Mark. "We " "She never heard of the affair until early this evening. So it must be since then that she talked with the Woman about it. Miss Kelly has been on duty downstairs ever since six o'clock. She has not left this hotel How could she have communicated with the Woman?" "By telephone. If" "I think not," denied Van Dyke, the cold sorrow in his voice now apparent, to every one. "The Woman is here in this houBe." "So much the better!" declared Blake, again picking up the telephone. Van Dyke, in gloomy wonder, turn d on bis chief. ' "You have often boasted, Jim," said he, "that you owe your success to the fact you see things just a second soon' er than other people. Don't you un lerstand even yet?" "No," growled Blake, "I don't Out with it, man! What are you trying to get at? Don't beat about the bush You're wasting time that we haven't got." Van Dyke faced Roberston; his lean face working. "Mark," he said, tapping the dupli cate telephone list, "your house in New York Is charged here with two calls. Wa thought It was a mistake .I A wordless gurgle from Jim Blake interrupted him. The telephone was set down by a hand that shook as though from palsy. For a single in stant the heavy-lidded eyes were whol ly, starkly unveiled in a glare of un believing horror. Then they turned stupidly upon Grace who bowed her head In a spasm of hysterical uncheck ed weeping before the panic query in their gaze. Wanda Kelly wound her arms tight er about the heavy body. But Grace neither felt the contact nor heard the whisper of eager futile comforting. Blake stared open-mouthed, his face greentsh and flabby, the stern jaw loose, the keen eyes bulging. Mark Robinson was still frowning perplexed ly at Van Dyke. "Don't you understand?" pleaded the latter. "No, I don't," returned Mark. "What have the two phone calls to my home got to do with?" "Suppose the second call were not a mistake?" hesitated Van Dyke.- Robinson's face went purple. The 1 big veins near his temples swelled tteWOMAN Terhune, founded on Gcc Mites Play Illustrated tilth rhotoTim me way did Draimg? Fltencs grotesquely. He took an involuntary step toward Van Dyke. The latter raised a protesting hand. "Mark,4 he said, flinching not at all before the bloodshot fury in the hus band's little eyes, "we are here as law yers, making an investigation. At last we have struck the right trail. I am sorry it leads where it does. I " He got no further. At a stride Rob ertson was beside his wife. "You hear what this man insinu ates?" he cried thickly. "I don't ask you to foul your lips by denying it I'll attend to him later. But give me the right to do that by telling the Woman's name at once." "Grace!" croaked Blake, his throat sanded with a horror that he would not confess, "don't you hear what they're saying, girl?" In his harsh eagerness, Mark forci bly lifted his wife's bent head and forced her eyes to meet his. "What's the matter?" he demanded sharply. "Why don't you speak? Tell Van Dyke he lies. Tells him he lies, I say! Oh!" His fierce appeal broke off in a cry of pain. He had at last raised her face and had read it. For the briefest moment he stood stupefied, expression less. "Why, Grace!" expostulated Blake, In pitiful bravado. "You're crazy! You don't know what you're implying what you're- letting them think. I won't believe it. Not a word of It. It's a trick to to " i She caught his shaking hand and murmured a broken Incoherent sylla ble or two amid the passion of her sobs. "Almighty!" Blake's legs gave way and he sprawled inert into a chair, his head on his breast. He had all at once grown old very, very old. Meantime Robertson had forced his own dazed brain back into a semblance of its former strong control. "Van Dyke," he said as calmly as if he were giving a routine order, "you will have every trace of this story de stroyed tonight. - It must never get beyond this room. I can count on you?" ' "Certainly," agreed Van Dyke with equal coolness. , , . , . . , ' There was no hint In his voice or In his manner that Mark's command entailed the defeat of a bill, the col lapse of millions of dollars worth of stocks, a probably, panic on Wall street and the money interests' total if temporary loss of power in con gress. For the moment, the great corporation lawyer chanced to be also a man. On his way from the room, Van Dyke paused beside Blake's chair. "Jim," he said hesitatingly, "I'm go- Gathered Her Into His Arms as Though She Were a Baby. lng over to the capitol. Shall I tell Mulllns to let the bill come to a vote?" "Yes," answered Blake, without stir ring or so much as looking up. "Yes," he said again, and his voice was dead. "Yes I'm I'm licked." As Van Dyke opened the dor, Wan da made as though to follow him. "If you don't need me any further, Mr. Blike," she said gently, "I'll go." Blake lifted a palsied hand In nega tion. "Iu there,'1 he muttered, pointing to ward the door, that led to the Inner rooms. I must spean to you aiier ward." When the old man raised his eyes, Mark and Grace alone were left In the room with him. Robertson was stand ing moveless unseeing. Grace's sobs broke the tense silence, as she fought weakly for self-ccmtrol. Blake crossed over to her. She rose at his approach. "Daughter," said Blake, almost tim idly, "they, ve all gone. None or them will tell. But there's one thing we've got to know. I'm with you, no matter what you've done. Dut but tell me that that thla waa all over and r , - aad aone with before you married Mark!" -Father! - The Woman faced hlra la dryyed horror. Every trace of weeping was seared away br the Came of sudden indignation. And. at the sight. Jim Blake Rave a creat wordless cry and gathered her into his arms a though she Were a baby. "Oh, my little girl!" he choked. "Dade own, own little girl! We've been tearing your poor heart to pieces and your old father was the bitterest against you. It's all right. I tell you, girl. Its all right Dadll see you through. You shan't be bothered. There, there! Oh, don't cry like that, darling. Don't!" His voice grew husky. Leaving her abruptly, he crossed to Robertson. "Mark." he faltered, avoiding his son-in-law's eye, "you promised to pro tect her. This is the time to do it It was 'for. better, for worse." If that vow Is any good at all, it's a good for 'worsV as for 'better.' Mark be gentle with her, boy." Slowly, with .bent shoulders and dragging step Blake made his way to the big room's farthest end. There, in the window's embrasure, out of ear shot, his back to the others, he halted. Drawing aside the curtains he glanced out Into the night The gloom of the sleeping city was below and around him. But, In one black mass, tiers upon tiers of garish lights elowed. There. In the capitol, the Mulllns bill was coming to a vote. There, Matthew Standish. freed by a miracle from the toils that craftier men had woven about him, was win ning the victory which was to clear for him the pathway to the very sum mit of political power. But he found his subconscious self straying from the picture he was so ruthlessly drawing. His mind would not fix itself on the lighted capitol and the wreck of his life-work; but crept over back Into the dim room behind him. Even his tongue tricked him. For when he would have made it re cite further the tale of his losses, it muttered brokenly: "My own little -girl! Dad's own, own little girl!" CHAPTER XXII. The Hour of Reckonlnfl. Mark Robertson and his wife, left alone, together. In the other end of the great library, faced the situation for which Grace had o long been pre paring and for which her frightened years of preparation had proved ' bo useless. Mark strove for speech. But for the first time in his rougfly aggressive ca reer, suitable wordsft We denied him. Alternately he toKYHo tell her . In naked tems .w,vX'ra8 and how utterly Jwv'dCftlttMf. Yi r gush of self-pity ur"ged i t y urged i.aaj to reproacJ her for the wrecking tit his ideals, the blasting of hi ha'ffplness. Vanity coming part way to Ms aid, he framed and left unspoken a curt sentence of farewell. And, in the end, all he could say was: "Why didn't you tell me?" It was not what he had intended to say. It was banal. It expressed none of the stark moode that seethed In him. Yet as she did not answer, he found himself asking once more: "Why didn't you tell me?" And now, unknown and unwished for, there crept into his bald question a note that was almost of entreaty. "Tell you?" she echoed. "Oh, If you knew how I've wanted to!" "Then" "I didn't dare. I didn't dare." "Truth and honor surely" "Your love meant more to me than truth and honor. I sacrificed them to keep it. I would sacrifice them and everything else to get it back. Is that shameless? Perhaps. The truth usually is. If I had told you, you would never have forgiven me. You know you wouldn't. If I've wronged you" "If you had loved me as a true wom an loves, you wouia nave ioia me You would have had to. You could not have deceived me like this. Love doesn't feed on lies. It was my right to know everything, so that I could decide my own course. Instead, you have led me into this trap. There Is no escape now. And it is too late to reproach you or to try to make you realize what you have done. You say your love for me kept you from tell ing? Believe that,, If it is any com fort to you. t" "You say I don't know what true love is," ah laughed bitterly. I'm afraid I can never learn It from you. So your love has died? Love can't die, any more than God can die, You have never loved me." "It" "Never. I see now that you didn't. For you don't know what love means. I lived for you. Every thought and word and act of mine was shaped for you. And for you alone. I knew you. I knew your faults, your follies, your brute savagery. And I loved you for them aa well as for the good that waa In you. But what was It you loved? The woman you married or a snow- white saintly reputation? If you cared only for the reputation that Is gone forever. But If you loved me the woman I am then I've been every thing you thought I was and wanted ma to be ever since the first moment you had the right to think of me at all. I gave you my life, from that time on r.1 forever. And it has been all yours. Before then, It was mine." And yet you let me believe It was everything your whole life your first love.' It wa. All that was worth the giving. All that had ever been worm the giving. It was my self. Oh, can't you see that a woman s body ana heart and soul belong not to her nrst lover but to her first love? No woman can even guess what love Is until she has found It And I found It only when I kaew you. I gave you every thing. "I'm trying to make It easy. We've never bad a real quarrel, you ana i. ' Mark. So don't let us wind up our i married life with one, now. You are j in the right I am hopelessly in the ' wrong. I have cheated you. I admit It, and I'll accept the consequences. It is In the tlood. There Is much In heredity. My father Is a politician. I don't know who my grandfather was. And If he had been worth knowing about, I'd know. There Is a bad strain running through the family. It cropped out in me. Yes, I have cheated you. You had the right to demand in our bargain the hard-and-fast terms the world has decreed: All of a wife's life in exchange for a frayed and battered remnant of her husband's. I can't meet those terms, though I tried to fool you into believing I could. So I must meekly give up the love whose price I can't pay. Don't let's make It harder by having a scene over It 9 'Haven't I Paid? Won't We're Square?" You Say Good night. I'll stay with father until you can decide just what you want to do and on what basis we're to sepa rate. If it would do any good to ask your forgiveness I'd ask it. That's all. Good night, Mark." She held out her hand with a shy wlstfulness. He was staring straight into her" tortured eyes and did not see the gesture. The hand dropped back limply to her side, and she moved to rejoin Blake. But at the. first step, Mark barred hpr wy. She loofrd at hlrar'n tired wondef. -I-fc"-.a et t-ii He made no move to touch her. Ilia voice, when he spoke, grated like a file, as he forced it 'between his un willing Hps. . ' "Grace," he began, "I've told you my love Is dead. And I lied when I said it. I planned to put you out of my life. And, even while I planned, I knew I couldn't do it. It doesn't mat ter what I want to do or what I ought to do. Out of all this hideous tangle, blazes forth just one thing that I must do whether I want to or not. I must go on loving you with all my strength and life." "Do you mean," she panted wildly, "do you mean that you can that you will" "I mean," he cried brokenly, his self control smashing to atoms under the hammer blows of his heart, "I mean there is nothing in all this world for me, dear love, away from you! I love you. And I can't go on without you. You are earth and heaven and hell to me. I love you. And I have forgotten everything but that. Girl of my heart, will you let me make you forget, too? Oh, I love you! I love you!" CHAPTER XXIII. The Victor? "They didn't seem exactly to , be hankering after my society in there," observed Wanda Kelly, "so I came back." Jim Blake turned from the window at sound of the telephone girl's pur posely raised voice. Just within the threshold from the Inner rooms of the PRAISED WORK OF CANNIBALS Henry M. Stanley Found Them Faith ful Followers, Intelligent and Trustworthy. Henry M. Stanley was among the first to negative the prevailing Idea that cannibalism was the mark of a special allotment of original v sin among aborigines. In fact he pre ferred cannibals because of their greater Intelligence and greater fidel ity. Now we have the opinion of Mr. Torday, who has Just returned from the neighborhood of Lake Tehad in equatorial Africa. Ho says that he was virtually unarmed, and unescort ed except by one friend and twenty Blmbalaland porters who were all can nibals. He says they were "the most devoted and reliable companions I could ever wish to have lu a tight cor ner." The practice of cannibalism was originally confined to the bodies of relatives and was Intended as a mark of respect. Enemies were eaten in order to absorb their valor. Prob ably the most degraded form of can nltallsru Is to be found In Thlbat. .. it- -TI 1 A U i """ '. -Sjj'!SSSSSMM- suite, Wanda, with elaborate care, shutting the door behind her. Blake glanced quickly about room. "Yes." eald Wanda, answering the question is his look and jerking her Drettv head back in the direction of the rooms she had lust Quitted. "In there. I wouldn't worry if 1 were you Jim Blake's trim face took on a light as Incongruous as the play of sunset rays on a mummy. The mask of age and defeat seemed to melt be neath it He took an eager step to ward the Inner door. "Just a minute." Wanda halted him. "You asked me to wait If you don't need me here any longer " "Yes," hesitated Blake, trouble flit ting across the new light In bis eyes. "I wanted to ask you to not to let Tom know about this. His sister" "1 11 never tell him," she promised. "I sent him away so he wouldn't find out" "You're white, clear through." grudg ingly admitted Blake. "Will you do one thing more?" "What?" "Bring him back tp me." "If I meet him again." she assented primly, "I'll send " "I didn't say 'send,'" corrected Blake, "I said 'bring.'" "That's different. I " "I'm out of politics. My own game has broken me at last. I'm old. I know it now. I never did till tonight. I'm old and I want my children around me." "I'll tell Tom," she agreed, softened despite herself by the new suppliance In a voice that had never before beeu turned to the uses of entreaty. "I'll tell him. I'm sure he'll come back to you when he understands. Good night, Mr. Blake." "There's another thing," he broke in roughly, staying her departure, "a thing that isn't easy to say." "Then, why say it?" "Because," he growled, "like all things that aren't easy to say, It's a thing that's got to be said. Miss Kel ly, hasn't tonight pretty nearly squared the old debt between you and me 7 You and yours have suffered a lot at my hands. But, after what s hap pened here this evening, I guess you'll admit, as far as suffering goes, you haven't got much on me. Haven't I paid? Won't you say we're square?" "We're we're square, Mr. Blake," she returned in a tone she could not make wholly steady nor impersonal. "And," pursued Blake, "and Tom?" "That's different, too," she faltered. The Jangle of the telephone inter- runted her. Blake, who was besiae the desk, picked up the instrument "Hello," he called Into the trans ter. "Ye yes she's here. wants her? Oh! Yes, put him on wire." iutviii iih fVPnawsr 11 CJ Ifc Ol?Cs 'ellv ' a ref'tted. if.t.nniii11v aha tnnlr nn rh r reiver and hv lonsr habit, her VO if . ,1 '. -I j twtt v . - X I1CU, I. U 1 11 1 life ii. . w " - she cried: "Why, it's Tom!" "Yes," drawled Blake. "So I gath ered from the name. I'm glad. Glad clear down to the ground. For both of you. Tell him so, won't you?" The winter sun was butting Its way over the eastern sky-line. The dawn was bitter-cold, mercilessly clear. And Into the track of the first white glittering rays walked a tired man. A man who that night had won a mighty victory. A victory that roresnadowea the richest gifts his country could be stow. Before him. the future stretched hrieht as that winter's dawn. As daz- zlingly brilliant, and as cold and stark ly empty. In Matthew Standlsh's ears, as he returned toward the loveless abode that he hated to call home, still rang echoes of the pandemonium that had broken loose in the house when the Mulllns bill had gone down to defeat "There Is only one lasting victory," he muttered disjointedly to himself, as he moved onward In the dazzling ice-cold trail of light. "At the last, it won't be the world's applause that the world's great men will remember. It will be the love smile of a Woman. And I shall never have known that memory. What is the rest worth?" (THE END.) where It Is the custom to expose the bodies of the dead for disposal by beasts and birds. But where the dis ease Is of so loathsome a nature as to repel nature's scavengers the body Is eaten by the priests, which shows that official piety haa Its uses. Ought to Be, Anyhow. At dinner Mollie gazed for a long time at a bachelor guest, and then ex claimed: "Mother, what Is an old bachelor?" A frown was the only reply. But a laugh burst forth from the assembled company when Mollie answered the question to suit herself. "Oh, I know! An old bachelor Is an old maid's husband!" Pleasant for Mamma. And what did my little darling do In school today?" a mother asked of her youngest son a second grader. "We had nature study, and It was my turn' to bring a specimen," said the boy. "That was nice. What did you do?" "I brought a cockroach In a bottle end I told teacher we had tots more and if she wanted I would bring one every day." !PREPARINB FOB WAB" Amy of Flies to Fight Invading Caterpillar Hosts. Scientists of the Department of Agri culture Are Making Extensive Prep arations for the Coming Con flict Millions on Each Side. Washington. Scientists of the de partment of agriclture are busy at present preparing for one of the greats est wan ever fought within the con fines of North America. While war talk concerning Mexico has been go ing the rounds for the past .few months, comparatively few people are aware that two armies, each number ing hundreds of millions, will soon W destroying one another right and left The people most Interested in the coming battles are the scientists and the owners of greenhouses, where ros es and ferns are grown. The war la to be between the Florida fern cater pillar, known to the scientific world as' Eriopus floridensis, and the ichneumon fly, the only natural enemy of the fern caterpillar. The fern caterpillar has been at tacking greenhouses in all parts of the country, destroying plants, especially ferns and rose bushes, and now It haa been decided to turn loose millions of the Ichneumon files in the areas at tacked by the caterpillar. It will be a battle royal with the odds ,on . th ichneumon army. f During recent years this spe, caterpillar, native to Florida and cal America, has made its pr? ance in appalling numbers In n greenhouse. Its three princip cf operation have been OhK and the District of Columbia,5 many other states have suffeu, or less from the pests. It is ap( ly restricted to ferns and rose) upon which it feeds naturally currence In the open in the v i south. It has evidently been car-( rerns in nortnern greennous ferns from Florida. The mothtelong to a gro1;.; tuide, In which the fore-wing the sides, with just above a tooth. The back and rounded at the p ax and abdomen are wlno-a ara nn 1 o -hrnwr . o" - r JH Wfeite scales, form'p.. attractive pattern dull buff, edged wg'"!.,. . inBirtft man Trl.W'; . . ... .... T7iHJ. Florida Fern Caterpillar on Top, Moth; Below; Dark Larva at Right, Draw ings Much Enlarged. slender, with fore-legs normal and well developed. The head is email, and pale greenish color. The type locality Is Florida, Mexico,' Guatemala, Costa Rica, Bahamas, Ja maica, Cuba, Haytl, Santa Lucia, St. Vincent, Venezuela, British Guiana, Brazil and Trinidad. The species was first reported July 10, 1907, from Orlando, Fla. It was attacking the ferns in that vicinity. It was noted that the larvae usually fed at night, although sometimes eat ing during the day. They concealed themselves during the day, at the .base of the ferns and rose bushes, or were found resting low down on the stems. They had a habit of crawling up the stems and eating off several leaflets, thus spoiling the beauty of the plants. During the following September a report was made to the department of agriculture that this caterpillar was attacking several greenhouses in the vicinity of the' District of Columbia. An entomological assistant in the de partment was detailed to get speci mens of the Insects and to Investigate the conditions of the different green houses where the caterpillars bad been ruining the plants and ferns. Scores of methods of destruction have been tried In the different parts of the country infested with the fern caterpillar, but no method has proved a success, and so the commander-in-chief of the Ichneumon fly army haa been called Into consultation and ad vises an Immediate attack la several parts of the country. Gloomy Weather Causes Trouble. Chicago. One hundred and fifteen warrants have been sworn out by wo men against men In the court of do mestic relations during the recent gloomy days twice the usual "num ber. Court attaches say the glpomjr weather Is the cause of the Incn'fisa In domestlo troubles. i 1 MoT ' r A