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THE RIGE BELT JOURNAL
WELSH PTO. CO., LTD........Pub-.
WELSH : : : : : LOUISIANA
WORLD'S STRONGEST BANK
Highest Financial Distinction Un
doubtedly Must Be Awarded to
the Bank of Genoa.
Almost every one, if asked to make
a list of the strongest banks in the
world would put down first the Bank
of England, and probably as a second
the Bank of France. Several other
great institutions, including two or
three in the United States, would he
added, and then the maker of the list,
especially if he happened to be a
banker himself, would be astonished
if told that he had omitted, as in all
probability he would have done. to
name the strongest bank in the world.
That Is, unquestionably, the Bank
of Genoa, which as been in existence
hundreds of years, and the adminis
tration of which has been as perma
nent and unchangeable as that of the
unfortunate republic of Genoa was
agitated and fluctuating.
No change ever took place In the
mode of governing and regulating the
affairs of the Bank of Genoa and two
sovereign powers, at war with each
other, have simultaneously had their
armies within the walls of the city
without causing the slightest shock
to the bank or causing it to take the
slightest precautions by secreting any
of its books or treasures.
Fishhawk Nest on Telephone Pole.
Fishhawks built their nests on the
Providence-Fall river toll line of the
American Telephone and Telegraph
Company, in the town of Swanzey.
The filshhawks feed in the small
streams that flow into Mount Hope
bay, and build their nests in nearby
trees or other convenient places. The
best place seems to be on the top of
a high pole and where there are
plenty of wires to hold the foundation
for a nest and also to protect them.
They usually build in late spring or
early summer.
Trouble does not show up on the
wires unless there is a lot of wet
weather. It has been so dry this
summer that the nest has not been lo
cated and taken down. Probably in
this case the hawks have had their
young and departed.
It is not easy to take down one of
these nests, as the material used is
woven in and about the wires. It is
especially hard when the nests are
occupied. Three or four years ago a
lineman was sent to take one down
and had to call for help from a near
by farmhouse, as the hawks attacked
him and tore his clothing badly be
fore he could get the nest down.
Telephone Topics.
Simple Spelling Invite.
They were not a popular couple.
Their families had never been fully
accepted by the social circle to which
they aspired, so when rumors of the
wedding appeared more than half the
people who expected to get an Invi
tation declared their intention of de
clining. But nobody did decline. After
the wedding everybody got busy tell
Ing everybody else how they happened
to change their mind. All gave the
same reason.
"It was the style of the invitations
that took us," they said. "They were
printed in simple spelling. They were
the first invitations to anything we
ever had seen spelled that way, and
everybody went to see what a bride
looked like who had courage enough
to request the 'presens' of anybody at
her marriage."
Bank Books as Guarantees.
An idler in the New York marriage
license bureau noticed that many of
the applicants for a license carried
bank books. "What's that for?" he
asked. "A fellow doesn't have to
prove his financial standing in this of
fice before gaining permission to
marry, does he?"
"He does not," said a clerk, "but
many of the couples seem to think so.
I don't know where they got the idea,
but they have it, and scores of the for
eigners bent on matrimony back up
their other qualifications with a bank
book or sometimes even a roll of cash.
The women are as anxious to prove
their eligibility as the men, and fre
quently show even greater thrift, their
capital overbalancing that of the men
by a good many dollars."
True to His Duties.
"Here, young man," said a new clerk
in the Otis Elevator works at Yonkers,
"I wish you would chase up the super
Intendent. I have no time to waste."
"All right," replied the man ad
dressed, and he disappeared. In less
than two minutes he returned wearin
a different coat and hat. "Here he is,'
said the man, saluting.
"W'here?" inquired the clerk.
I am the man-I am the superine
dent. What's wanted?"
he clerk wished to apologize, but
the genial "Super" would not listen. "I
was glad," said he, "to be recognized
Uas a man who actually does work."
How Does the Rule Work?
A close observing fellow tells us
that you can always spot a gentleman
by the way he winds his watch. By
the same token are we enabled to
identify a man who is not a gentleman
by the way he hasn't any watch to
wind?
Past Performances.
Clara-Herbert has been calling on
me for three months. Do you think
his intentions are serious?
-, r ossibly. it C 8 4; menIhs
beIort Ae proposed to me.
R9 INDATRIDGA
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SYNOPSIS.
Mt Patricia TinT!]rook and MIls TTllen
IlTolhro.k, hr uie e. were intrusted to
ti'" :'r oif ,;L lrre'r ' I i nr l';io t, . :I \l 'r r ,
summm,.ring near Poirt Annandale. :iss
|' t!':r I i ,lr I +,+ Ir,' IIll l\;rII ilh;rt .'I,.
feInari her brother Henry, who, ruined by
: h a n k fa ii u r ,, , tai l c ,n s t;i it ly tl r ,t' I l n l ,
h.r for lllovn from his father's will, of
\lit h M T'- ]li't 'i-i wi'S guIrIli:tt. hI'hy'V
came to Port Annandale to escape Henry.
lit , i \ a1 SIyII pl t lhi Zeid owithii tih two
w omlen. lfit h'arn ,.,l of M iss Hlelen's an
nying suit r. I lnov'an dis c l',),red andi
a'pttred an intruder, who pr, .ved to he
I ,intnl i Gillospi,. suitor frr the hand of
M iss I4 lhn I oltr , ,k. 4;illt spie disap
peiared ti e folr \itll. ni ,rniln-. A ruch
sailor alipeard and i iis ordered away.
Ionot ant saw t.is, HT ol rno and her fit
thir meet on fr ndlil te ris. I lntlovan
fought an Itatlian issaIsi. 1i 0 H t' 1 t the
Iilan he supposdt was h i lbho k, hult who
said hle was liartr rlg, a canoet-makcr.
CHAPTER V.-Continued.
He spoke the namename arelessly, his
manner and tone implying that there
could be no debating the subject. I
was prepared for evasion, but not for
this cool denial of his identity.
"But this afternoon, Mr. Holbrook,
I chanced to follow the creek to this
point and I saw-"
"You probably saw that houseboat
down there, that is my shop. As I
tell you, I am a maker of canoes. They
have. I hope, some reputation-honest
hand-work; and my output is limited.
I shall be deeply chagrined if you
have never heard of the Hartridge
canoe."
He shook his head in mock grief,
walked to a cabarette and took up a
pipe and filled it. He was carrying
off the situation well; but his cool
ness angered me.
"Mr. Hartridge, I am sorry that I
must believe that heretofore you have
been known as Holbrook. The fact
was clenched for me this afternoon,
quite late, as I stood in the path be
low there. I heard quite distinctly a
young woman call you father."
"So? Then you're an eavesdropper
as well as a trespasser!"-and the
man laughed.
"We will admit that I am both," I
flared, angrily.
"You are considerate, Mr. Dono
van!"
"The young woman who called you
father and whom you answered from
the deck of the houseboat is a person
I know."
"The devil!"
He calmly puffed his pipe, holding
the bowl in his fingers, his idle hand
thrust into his trousers pocket.
"It was Miss Helen Holbrook that
I saw here, Mr. Hartridge."
He started, then recovered himself
and peered into the pipe bowl for a
second; then looked at me with an
amused smile on his face.
"You certainly have a wonderful im
agination. The person you saw, if you
saw any one on your visit to these
premises to-day, was my daughter,
Rosalind Hartridge. Where do you
think you knew her, Mr. Donovan?"
"I saw her this morning at St.
Agatha's school. I not only say her,
but I talked with her, and I am neith
er deaf nor blind."
He pursed his lips and studied me,
with his head slightly titlted to one
side, in a cool fashion that I did not
like.
"Rather an odd place to have met
this Miss-what name, did you say?
-Miss Helen Holbrook;-a closed
schoolhouse, and that sort of thing."
"You may ease your mind on that
point; she was with your sister, her
aunt, Mr. Holbrook; and I want you
to understand that your following
Miss Patricia Holbrook here is in
famous and that I have no other busi
ness but to protect her from you."
He bent his eyes upon me gravely
and nodded several times.
"Mr. Donovan," he begin, "I repeat
that I am not Henry Holbrook, and
my daughter-is my daughter, and not
your Miss Helen Holbrook. Moreover,
if you will go to Tippecanoe or to
Annandale and ask about me you will
learn that I have been a resident of
this community, working at my trade,
that of a canoe-maker. That shop
down there by the creek and this
house, I built myself."
"But the girl-"
"Was not Helen Holbrook, but my
daughter, Rosalind Hartridge, She
has been away at school, and came
home only a week ago. You are clear
ly mistaken; and if you will call, as
you undoubtedly will, on your Miss
Holbrook at St. Agatha's in the morn
ing, you will undoubtedly find your
young lady there quite safely in
charge of-what was the name, Miss
Patrlcia Holbrook?--in whose behalf
you take so praiseworthy an interest."
He was treating me quite as though
I were a stupid schoolboy, but I ral
lied sufficiently to demand:
"If you are so peaceable and only
a boatmaker here, will you tell me
why you have enemies who are so
anxious to kill you? I imagine that
murder isn't common on the quiet
shores of this little creek, and that an
Italian sailor is not employed to kill
men who have not a past of some sort
behind them."
His brows knit and the jaw under
his short beard tightened. Then he
smiled and threw his pipe on the
cabarette.
"I have only your word for it that
there's an Italian in the wood-pile. I
have friends among the country folk
here and in the lake villages who can
vouch for me. As I am not in the
R. H/U TR IOE GATE
CANoE -MAKER
TIPpECANOE, INDIANA
B g H t W i C
SI
I Brought My Horse to a Walk as i Neared the Cottage.
least interested in your affairs I shall
not trouble you for your credentials;
but as the hour is late and I hope I
have satisfied you that we have no
acquaintances in common, I will bia
you good night. If you care for a boat
to carry you home--"
"Thank you, no!" I jerked.
He bowed with slightly exaggerated
courtesy, walked to the door and
threw it open. He asked where I had
left my horse, wished me a pleasant
ride home, and I was striding up the
highway in no agreeable frame of
mind before I quite realized that after
narrowly escaping death on his house
boat at the hands of his enemies,
Henry Holbrook had not only sent
me away as ignorant as I had come,
but had added considerably to my per
plexities.
CHAPTER VI.
A Sunday's Mixed Affairs.
The faithful Ijima opened the door
of Glenarm House, and after I had
swallowed the supper he always had
ready for me when I kept late hours,
I established myself in comfort on the
terrace and studied the affairs of the
house of Holbrook until the robins
rang up the dawn. On their hint I
went to bed and slept until Ijima
came in at ten o'clock with my coffee.
An old hymn chimed by the chapel
bells reminded me that it was Sunday.
Services were held during the sum
mer, so the house servants informed
me, for the benefit of the cottagers at
Port Annandale; and walking to our
pier I soon saw a flotilla of launches
and canoes steering for St. Agatha's.
I entered the school grounds by the
Glenarm gate and watched several
smart traps approach by the lake
wad, depositing other devout folk at
the chapel.
The sight of bright parasols and
modish gowns, the semi-urban Sunday
that had fallen in this quiet corner of
the world, as though out of the bright
blue above, made all the more unreal
my experiences of the night. And
just then the door of the main hall of
St. Agatha's opened and forth came
Miss Pat, Helen Holbrook and Sister
Margaret and walked toward the
chapel.
It was Helen who greeted me first.
"Aunt Pat can't withstand the temp
tations of a day like this. We're
chagrined to think we never knew
this part of the world before!"
"I'm sure there is no danger," said
Miss Pat, smiling at her own timidity
as she gave me her hand. I thought
that she wished to speak to me alone,
but Helen lingered at her side, and
it was she who asked the question
that was on her aunt's lips.
"We are undiscovered? You have
heard nothing, Mr. Donovan?"
"Nothing, Miss Holbrook," I said;
and I turned away from Miss Pat
whose eyes made lying difficult-to
Helen, who met my gaze with charm
ing candor.
And I took account of the girl anew
as I walked between her and Miss Pat,
through a trellised lane that alter
nated crimson ramblers and purple
clematis, to the chapel, Sister Marga
ret's brown-robed figure preceding us.
The open sky, the fresh airs of morn
ing, the bird-song and the smell of
verduous earth in themselves gave
Sabbath benediction. I challenged all
my senses as I heard Helen's deep
voice running on in light banter with
her aunt. It was. not possible that I
had seen her through the dusk only
the day before, traitorously meeting
her father, the foe of this dear old
lady who walked beside me. It was
an impossible thing; the thought was
unchivalrous and unworthy of any
man calling himself gentleman. No
one so wholly beautiful, no one with
her voice, her steady tranquil eyes,
could, I argued, do ill. And yet I had
seen and heard her; I might have
touched her as she crossed my path
and ran down to the houseboat!
She wore to-day a white and green
gown and trailed a green parasol in
a white-gloved hand. Her small round
hat with its sharply upturned brim im
parted a new frankness to her face.
Several times she looked at me quick
ly-she was almost my own height
and there was no questioning the per
fect honesty of her splendid eyes.
"We hoped you might drop in yes
terday afternoon," she said, and my
ears were at once alert.
"Yes," laughed Miss Pat, "we
were-"
"We were playing chess, and almost
came to blows!" said Helen. "We
played from tea to dinner, and Sister
Margaret really had to come and tear
us away from our game."
I had now learned, as though by her
own intention, that had been at St.
Agatha's, playing a harmless game
with her aunt, at the very moment
that I had seen her at the canoe
maker's. And even more conclusive was
the fact that she had made this state
ment before her aunt, and that Miss
Pat had acquiesced in it.
We had reached the church door,
and I had really intended entering
with them; but now I was in no frame
ogmind for church; I murmured an ex
cuse about having letters to write.
"But this afternoon we shall go for
a ride or a sail, which shall it be, Miss
Holbrook?" I said, turning to Miss
Pat in the church porch.
She exchanged glances with Helen
before replying.
"As you please, Mr. Donovan. It
might be that we should be safer on
the water-"
I was relieved. On the lake there
was much less chance of her being ob
served by Henry Holbrook than in the
highways about Annandale. It was, to
be sure, a question whether the man I
had encountered at the canoe-maker's
was really her brother; that question
was still to be settled. The presence
of Gillespie I had forgotten utterly;
but he was, at any rate, the least im
portant figure in the little drama un
folding before me.
"I shall come to your pier with the
launch at five o'clock," I said, and
with thanks murmuring in my ears
I turned away, went home and called
for my horse.
I repeated my Journey of the night
before, making daylight acquaintance
with the highway. I brought my horse
to a walk as I neared the canoe-ma
ker's cottage, and I read his sign and
the lettering on his mail box and sat
isfied myself that the name Hartridge
was indisputably set forth on both.
There was no one in sight; perhaps
the adventure and warning of the
night had caused Holbrook to leave;
but at any rate I was bent upon ask
ing about him in Tippecanoe village.
This place, lying two miles beyond
the canoe-maker's, I found to be a
sleepy hamlet of perhaps 50 cottages,
a country store, a post-office, and a
blacksmith shop. There was a water
trough in front of the store, and I
dismounted to give my horse a drink
while I went to the cottage behind the
closed store to seek the shopkeeper.
I found him in a garden under an
apple tree reading a newspaper. Hie
was an old fellow in spectacles, and,
assuming that I was an idler from
the summer colony, he greeted me
courteously. I questioned him as to
the character of the winters in this
region. spoke of the enmployments of
the village folk, then mentioned the
canoe-nmaker.
"Yes; he works the year round down
there on the 'I'ippeeanoe. lie sells
his canoes all over the country--the
hiartridge, that's his name. You must
have seen his sign there by the cedar
hedge. They say he gets big prices
for his canoes."
"I suppose he's a native in these
parts?" I ventured.
"No; but he's been here a good
while. I guess nobody knows where
he comes from-or cares. Hie works
pretty hard, but I guess he likes it."
"He's an industrious man, is he?"
"Oh, he's a steady worker; but he's
a queer kind, too. Now, he never
votes and he never goes to church;
and for the sake of the argument,
neither do l"-and the old fellow
winked prodigiously. "He's a mighty
odd man; but I can't say that that's
against him. But he's quiet and peace
able, and now his daughter-"
"Oh, he has a daughter?'
"Yes; and that's all he has, too;
and they never have any visitors. The
daughter just come home the other
day, and we ain't hardly seen her yet.
She's been away at school."
"I suppose Mr. Hartridge is absent
sometimes; he doesn't live down there
all the time, does he?"
"I can't say that I could prove it;
sometimes I don't see him for a
month or more; but his business is his
own, stranger," he concluded, point.
edly.
"You think that if Mr. Hartridge
had a visitor you'd know it?" I per
sisted, though the shopkeeper grew
less amiable.
"Well, now, I might: and again I
mightn't. Mr. Hartridge is a queer
man. I don't see him every day, and
particularly in the winter I don't keep
track of him.'
With a little leading the storekeepet
described Hartridge for me, and his
description tallied exactly with the
man who had caught me on the canoe
maker's premises the night before.
And yet, when I had thanked the
storekeeper and ridden on through the
village, I was as much befuddled as
ever. There was something decidedly
incongruous in the idea that a man
who was, by all superficial signs, at
least a gentleman, should be estab
lished in the business of making ca
noes by the side of a lonely creek in
this odd corner of the world. From
the storekeeper's account, Hartridge
might be absent from his retreat for
long periods; if he were Henry Hol
brook and wished to annoy his sister,
it was not so far from this lonely
creek to the Connecticut town where
Miss Pat lived. Again, as to the daugh
ter, just home from school and not
yet familiar to the eyes of the village,
she might easily enough be an inven.
tion to hide the visits of Helen Hol
brook. I found myself trying to ac
count for the fact that, by some means
short of the miraculous, Helen Hol
brook had played chess with Miss Pat
at St. Agatha's at the very hour I had
seen her with her father on the Tip
pecanoe. And then I was baffled
again as I remembered that Paul Stod
dard had sent the two women to St.
Agatha's, and that their destination
could not have been chosen by Helen
Holbrook.
My thoughts wandered into many
blind alleys as I rode on. I was thor
oughly disgusted with myself at find
ing the loose ends of the Holbrook,'
affairs multiplying so rapidly. The
sun of noon shone hot overhead, and I
turned my horse into a road that led
homeword by the eastern shore of the
lake. As I approached a little country
church at the crown of a long hill I
saw a crowd gathered in the highway
and reined my horse to see what had
happened. The congregation of farmers
and their families had just been dis
missed; and they were pressing about
a young man who stood in the center
of an excited throng. Drawing closer,
I was amazed to find my friend Gil
lespie the center of attention.
"But, my dear sir," cried a tall,
bearded man whom I took to be the
minister of this wayside flock, "you
must at least give us the privilege of
thanking you! You cannot know what
this means to us, a gift so munificent
-so far beyond our dreams."
Whereat Gillespie looked bored,
shook his head. and tried to force his
way through the encircling rustics. He
was clad in a Norfolk jacket and
knickerbockers of fantastic plaid, with
a cap to match.
A young famer, noting my curiosity
and heavy with great news, whispered
to me:
"That boy in short pants put a $1,000
bill in the collection basket. All in
one bill! They thought it was a mis.
take, but he told our preacher it was
a free gift.'
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Five Million Under Arms.
The German army numbers over
6,000,000 mea
GAVE UP
ALL HOPE
After Four Long Years of Suffe
ing, Mrs. Dean of Benbrook
Was Finally Relieved by
Cardui.
fenbrook, T-x.-- I ' I:fk it Is
duty to advi.se ,l . . ,u to taki
Cardui, the won,,.! t writes
Mrs. L. C. Dean, ,i F. I . No.
Benbrook, Tex
"I suffered for f(ý,or i1) long Yearn
with female cormpt:o, S,ch a mis
erable person as I ,W' I had three
doctors, but they did :: no good, and
I gave up all hoel lf b irng relieved
"At last, my do"c',r, :,d ised me to
take Cardui, the a-, n tonic.
took four bottl.s :.end o,w I am well
Cardul saved my li:%Y :(nd I cannot say
enough for it. I L: 1, I1rscribed it
with great succ.ss fi.r ,'~ e girls and
women with various f r:::s of female
complaint.
"Cardul is a real bvn n to suffering
women. I am thankf.l .fr the good it
has done me and I know it will cure
I others."
This remarkable letter from a lady
who has actually tried Cardui, ought
surely to convince yrnu of its genuine
merit and induce you to give it a trial
for your troubles.
Purely vegetable, perfectly harm.
less, non-intoxicating and free from
all deleterious ingredients. Cardul is
the ideal remedy for all weak, suffer,
ing women, young and old.
You are urged to get a bottle at the
drug store and commence its use to.
day.
NOTE--The Cnrdal Home Treatalat
for women, conslota of Cardul ($1)
Thedford's Blaek-l)rnwght (25c), or
Vehvo (50c), for the liver, and Cardal
Antiseptic (50c). These remedles any
be taken singly, by themselves, it de.
sired, or three together, as a complete
treatment for women's ills. Write tot
Ladles' Advisory Dept., Chattanoola
Medicine Co., Chattanooga, Tenas., fo
Special Instrnctions, and 64-page book,
"Home Treatment for Women," seat it
plain wrapper, on request.
JUST SUIT HER.
Employer-What we want is a night
watchman that watches-somebody
who can sleep with one eye open and
both ears, and who is not afraid to
tackle anything. See?
Applicant-I see, boss; I'll send me
wife 'round.
A Revelation to the Cook.
A happily married woman, who had
enjoyed 33 years of wedlock, and who
was the grandmother of four beautiful
little children, had an amusing old
colored woman for a cook.
One day when a box of especially
beautiful flowers was left for the mis
tress the cook happened to be present,
and she said: "Yo' husband send you
all the pretty flowers you gits, missy?"
"Certainly, my husband, mammy,"
proudly answered the lady.
"Glory!" exclaimed the cook, "he
suttenly am holdin' out well."-Ladies'
Home Journal.
Astonished the Company.
A famous dean was once at dinner,
when, just as the cloth was removed,
the subject of discourse happened to
be that of extraordinary mortality
among lawyers. "We have lost," said
a gentleman, "not less than six emi
nent barristers in as many months."
The dean, who was quite deaf, rose as
his friend finished his remarks, ant
gave the company grace-"For this
and every other mercy, make us truly
thankful."
RESULTS OF FOOD
Health and Natural Conditions Come
From Right Feeding,
Man, physically, should be like a
perfectly regulated machine, each part
working easily in its appropriate place.
A slight derangement causes undue
friction and wear, and frequently ruins
the entire system.
A well-known educator of Boston
found a way to keep the brain and the
body in that harmonious co-operation
which makes a joy of living.
"Two years ago," she writes, "being
in a condition of nervous exhaustion, I
resigned my position as teacher, which
I had held over 40 years. Since then
the entire rest has, of course, been a
benefit, but the use of Crape-Nuts has
removed one great cause of illness in
the past, namely, constipation, and its
attendant evils.
"I generally make my entire break
fast on a raw egg beaten into four
spoonfuls of Grape-Nuts, wnih a little
hot milk or hot water added. I like
it extremely, my food assimilates, and
my bowels take care of themselves. I
find my brain power and physical con
dition much greater and I knw that
the use of the Graple-Nuts has contrib
uted largely to this result.
"It is with feelings of gratitude that
I write this testimonial, and trtust it
may be the means of aiding others in
their search for health."
Look in pkgs. for tre Tittle book,"The
Road to Wellville." ."T'hrre's a Reason."
Ever read the above letterr A ner
one appeanrs from time to time. They
are genulae, true, and frll of humal
interest.

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