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JIM G. FERGUSON Candidate for Re-election Commissioner of Mines, Manu factures and Agriculture Honesty. Economy, Efficiency, and Constructive Service have marked his administration. Vote for him, and you will vote right. A Soldier and Business Man to Defeat Herbert R. Wilson m and Ring Politics — ROY v. LEONARD (°f ’ u’danelle, Toll County) < and’date for OunmisKioiH-r of Stat4‘ Lands, High "il.vs Mini Improvements * hiii opposed to the creation of )m Pjroveniont districts l»y special acts of tht* Legislature without the consent of the people who foot the bills. -o main spring camp meeting The time for the old Main Spring aniP Meeting will soon he here. Don’t a*i tc ooine. Bring your family and ‘,ara,)’ enjoy this great ten days e»st of go,k1 tilings, Aug. 25-Sept. ' The workers are as follows: Mrs. Bes- j Williams, evangelist of Fort Worth, ' exas; and the Nelson Band of Dallas. | exas Tiie Nelson Band is composed ! °f Rev W. M Nelson and wife, who are pi'eaehers, singers and violinists, ; *ml tiieir son and daughter, who are excellent musicians. (,re;r choir, fine orchestra, and good Preaching. Begin now to make your Plans to come. td -« 666 Cures Malaria, Chill* and pVer» Dengue or Biliou* «ver. It kill* the germ*. MARY MARIE % Eleanor H. Porter & Illustrations by % H. Livingstone Coprrlffhtby EUanor H. Porto* I gue^s she waTtSfrriTTd FaTFTeF^vouId see us, but that’s what I wanted. I wanted him to see us. I wanted him to be right in the middle of his lecture and look down and see right there be fore him his little girl Mary, and she that had beati the wife of his bosom. Now that would have been what I called thrilling, real thrilling, especial ly If he jumped, or grew red, or white, or starf#hered, or stopped short, or anything to show that he’d seen us— and cared. I’d have loved that. But we sat back where Mother wanted to, behind the post. And, ot course. Father never saw us at all. It was a lovely lecture. Oh, of course, I don’t mean to say that i understood It. I didn’t. But his voice was fine, and he looked just too grand for anything, with the light on his no ble brow, and he used the loveliest big words that 1 ever heard. And folks clapped, and looked at each other, and nodded, and once or twice they laughed. And when he was all through they clapped again, harder than ever. Another man spoke then, a little (not near so good as Father), and then It was all over, and everybody got up to go; and I saw' that a lot of folks were crowding down the aisle, and I looked and there was Father right In front of the platform shaking hands with folks. I looked at Mother then. Her face was all pinky-white, and her eyes were shining. I guess she thought I spoke, for all of a sudden she shook her head and said: “No, no, I couldn’t, I couldn’t! But you may, dear. Hun along and speak to bin); but don’t stay. Remember, Mother Is waiting, and come right back.” I knew then that it must have been just my eyes that spoke, for I did want to go down there and speak to Father. Oh, I did want to go! And I went then, of course. He saw me. And, oh, how I did love the look that came to his face; it was so surprised and glad, and said, “Oh! You !” in such a perfectly lovely way that 1 choked all up and wanted to cry. (The idea!—cry when I was so glad to see him!) The next minute he had drawn me out of the line, and we were both talk He Saw Me. lng at once, and telling each other how glad we were to see each other. But he was looking for Mother 1 know he was; for the next minute aft er he saw me, he looked right over my head at the woman hack of me. And all the while he was talking with me, his eyes would look at me and then leap as swift as lightning first here, and then there, all over the hall. But he didn’t see her. I knew he didn’t see her, by the look on his face. And pretty quick I said I’d have to go. And then he said: “Tour mother—perhaps she didn’t— did she come?” And his face grew all red, and spgy as. l)£ askj£& l&ii. quefitlSQ And I said yes, and "she "Was h alting, and that was why I had to go back right away. And he said, "Yes, yes, to he sure,” and, ‘‘good-by.’’ But he still held my hand tight, and his eyes were still rov ing all over the house. And 1 had to tell him ngain that I really had to go; and I had to pull real determined at my hand, before 1 could break away. I went hack to Mother then. The hall was almost empty, and she wasn't anywhere In sight at all; but I found her just outside the door. I knew then why Futher’s face showed that he hadn’t found her. She wasn’t there to find. I suspect she had looked out for that. Her face was still pinky-white, and her eyes were shining; tfnd she wanted to know everything we had said— everything. So she found out, of course, that he had asked If she was there. But she didn’t say anything her self, not anything. In the afternoon I went to walk with one of the girls; and when I came in I couMp’t find Mother. She wasn’t anywnere downstairs, nor in her room, nor mine, nor anywhere else on that floor. Aunt Hattie said no, she wasn’t out, but that she was sure she didn’t know where she was. She must be somewhere in the house. I went upstairs then, another flight. There wasn’t anywhere else to go, and Mother must he somewhere, of course. And It seemed suddenly to me as If I’d just got to find her. I wanted her so. And I found her. in tne little naon room wnere Aunt Hattie keeps her trunks and mothball bags. Mother was on the floor In the corner crying. And when I exclaimed out and ran over to her, I found she was sitting beside an old trunk that was open; and across her lap was a perfectly lovely pale-blue satin dress all trimmed with silver lace that had grown black. And Mother was crying and crying as if her heart would break. Of course, 1 tried and tried to stop her, and I begged her to tell me what was the matter. But I couldn’t do a thing, not a thing, not for a long time. Then I happened to say what a lovely dress, only what a pity it was that the lace was all black. She gave a little choking cry then, and began to talk—little short sen tences all choked up with sobs so that I could hardly tell what she was talk ing about., Then, little by little, I be gan to understand. She said yes. it was all black—tar nished ; and that it was Just like every thing that she had had anything to do with—tarnished: her life and her mar riage, and Father’s life, and mine— everything was tarnished. Just like that silver lace on that dress. And she had done it by her thoughtless selfishness and lack of self-discipline. And when I tried and tried to te'i her no. It wasn’t, and that I didn’t feel tarnished a bit, and that she wasn’t, nor Father either, she only cried all the more, and shook her head and began again, all choked up. She said this little dress was the one she wore aTTFie big reception where she first met Father. And she was so proud and happy when Father —and he was fine and splendid and handsome then, too, she said—singled her out. and just couldn’t seem to stay away from her a minute all the eve ning. And then four duys later he asked her to murry him; and she VU still more proud and happy. And she said their married life, when they started out, was Just like that beautiful dress, all shining and spot less and perfect; but that It wasn't two months before a little bit of tar nish appeared, and then another and another. She said she was selhsh ana wiiirui and exacting, and wanted Father all to herself; and she didn't stop to think that he hud his work to do, and his place to make in the world; and that all of living, to him. wasn't just in be ing married to her. and attending to her every whim. She said she could see It all now, but that she couldn’t then, she was too young, and undis ciplined, and she’d never been denied a thing in the world she wunted. She said things went on worse and worse—and It was all her fault. She grew sour and cross and disagreeable. She could see now that she did. But she did not realize at all then what she was doing. She was Just thinking of herself—always herself; her rights, her wrongs, her hurt feelings, her wants and wishes. She never once thought that he had rights and wrongs and hurt feelings, maybe. She said a lot more—oh, ever so much more; but F can’t remember It all. I know that she went on to say that by and by the tarnish began to dim the brightness of my life, too; 1 and that was the worst of all, she said—that Innocent children should sufTer, and their young lives be spoiled by the kind of living I’d had to have, with this wretched makeshift of a di vided home. She began to cry again then, and begged me to forgive her; and I cried and tried to tell her I didn’t mind it; but, of course, I’m older now, and I know I do mind It, though I’m try ing just as hard as I can not to be Mary when I ought to be Marie, or Marie when I ought tr» be Mary. Only I get all mixed up so, lately, and I said ?p. and I guess I cried somft mox£. (To be continued ) FOR CHANCELLOR C. E. JOHNSON TO THE VOTERS OF NEVADA COUNTY:— On the eve of the election I desire to express my thanks to my many friends in this county and for hteir activities in my behalf. I have made this race upon my own merits and not upon the demerits of my op ponent. This is as it should be, because any person large enough for a Chancellor should not stoop to mud slinging tactics. No reason has been assigned by my opponent questioning my honesty, integrity or ability to perform the duties of this important office, except that I am not a politician and to this I plead guilty. I have never held a public office except city alderman. My father before me never held a public office or made a race for one. My brothers have never aspired to or held a public office. I submit that any man who is a politician should not be elected your Chancellor be cause necessarily he would have political enemies to punish and political friends to reward. The lawyers of Pike, Sevier and Little River coun ties have unanimously endorsed my candidacy for Chancellor and vouching for my ability as an attorney in the highest terms. It was in these counties that I born, reared, educated and have resided all my life. It is well known that some of the most eminent lawyers in Arkansas reside in these counties. Therefore, my ability to perform the duties of Chancellor cannot be denied. On the tenth day of July, 1922, the Demo cratic Central Committee for Sevier county met and unanimously endorsed my candidacy in the following language: “WHEREAS, the Hon. C. E. Johnson of Ashdown, Arkansas, who is a candidate for Chancellor of the Sixth Chancery District, is a Sevier county product and a self-made man who has attained an honorable and respected position in his profession by overcoming all sorts of obstacles and through unusual perseverance and is a man known for his thorough going honesty and honor and generally recognized as a lawyer second to none in this section of the State and is pecu liarly and eminently fitted to the duties of the office to which he aspires. Now, Therefore, be it Resolved by the Democratic Central Committee for Sevier county, Arkansas, that we do hereby unreservedly endorse the candidacy of the said C. E. Johnson for this office, this 10th day of July, 1922.” (Signed) E. K. EDWARDS, ATTEST: Chairman. L. A. PEARRE, Secretary. I am advised that my opponent will this week run an ad in the papers of the district, the contents of which, of course, canno be known to me in time to answer before the election, therefore, I call upon each and all of my friends to be on the alert and not per mit eleventh hour campaign lies to gain circulation. I will carry at least seven out of the nine counties of the District and my majority will not be less than 5,000 votes. I only ask that my friends continue active until the polls close on August 8th. Your vote and influence will be appreciated. C. E. JOHNSON Candidate for Chancellor, Sixth District of Arkansas. 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