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The Heart
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By H. M. EGBERT
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"Mlrh Hetty! Come now. Miss Betty!
You don't want to go in dur, Miss
Betty!"
But the girl, tapping her foot impa
tiently against the curb, remained
deaf to the plendingn of her colored
servant. Officers, passing and repafis-
Ing, glanced curiously at the beautiful
young woman in the crinoline and
wldo bonnet who stood so steadily be
fore the building in which the court
rnartinl was being held.
A tall officer of colonel’s rank came
slowly out, his head drooping. The
young woman advanced toward him,
and he. finding his way blocked, looked
up at her.
“The verdict!” she cried. “In heav
en’s name, the verdict!”
“Why,” he stammered in embarrass
ment, “It was—it will be In the official
reports. You see—er —the young man
had no uniform, and he was found —”
“He is to be shot?” Iler voice was
steady as a command, steadier than
his own faltering tones.
He bowed his head and hurried
away. Another officer was emerging
from tho court-martial. He recognized
her —tho woman who had trlod to give
evidence irrelevant according to the
military codo.
“Now, madam, won’t you go away?”
he asked. "We have had to consider
one fact only—whether the prisoner
held any command in the Confederate
army.”
“So you are going to shoot him!”
sho cried scornfully. “Is that justice?”
“It is not our part to administer Jus
tice, madam." lie answered sternly.
“What then?”
“Law,” he replied, and left her.
The hot August sun heat down upon
the Washington streets, turning the
thin air Into furnace heat. The after
noon was dying. Betty had read the
hearts of both men. There was no
pity In them for the young Confeder
ate colonel who had been taken inside
the Union lines In the dress of a
civilian.
Suddenly, with a resolution that
made her face terrible in the eyes of
the passers-by, Betty began hurrying
toward a house set in a spacious gar
den not far from the office where the
court-martial had been held. A man
dwelt there, one who was already be
ginning to be recognized by the
people who had elected him to the
presidency as something above thle
common ruck of men; a man with
qualities of heart and soul which,
hardly a* yet guessed at. were to make
•him, In death, the Idol of a people.
Something of Lincoln’s charity 1 had
begun to be noised abroad, though the
strength of the man was still hidden.
Betty had known him before the
dreadful war began. She knew what
a man dwelt there in Ills solitude,
misunderstood, and grieving for his
nation torn by bloody dissensions.
At the entrance she scribbled a few
words on her card and gave it to the
president’s secretary. “Tell Mr. Lin
coln I must see him at once,” she
said.
The secretary took the card and
went away. Betty waited. An hour
later, when the sun was dipping
toward the horizon, she was still wait
ing.
"Mr. Lincoln can’t see anyone,
miss,” said one of the colored attend
ants, when at length Betty questioned
him. “That’s what his secretary told
me to tell you, miss.”
Sick at heart, though not yet hope
less, Betty turned away. The grounds
of the White House were almost de
serted. Near the gate, under a tree,
a little boy was playing with a pair
of goats, which, having kicked over
their traces, butted at him in mock
defiance as he attempted to adjust
them.
Betty stopped and got the little crea
tures under control before she recog
nized the small son of the president.
Then, because at that moment the
thought that her old friend had failed
her made her unable even to talk to
the child, she turned to go.
And then she found herself looking
up into the kindly face of a tall man.
a man of singularly homely features
and eyes now shrewd, now tender,
which seemed to have looked Into the
heart of sorrow. Lincoln took Betty’s
hands in his, and in a moment, realiz
ing that he had never received her
card, she was pouring out her sorrow.
"He is not a spy,” sho cried. "If you
knew Colonel Morton as he is—just an
impulsive, warm-hearted Virginian,
and one of my dearest friends before
this dreadful war turned friendships
into enmity!”
"Yes, Betty.” said the president sad
ly. “I know. I know too Go
on.”
“Colonel Morton and Colonel Le
fevre were my two dearest friends,”
aaid the girl. “When the war broke
out their lifelong comradeship was
broken. Colonel Lefevre gave ilia
services to tho Union; Colonel Mor
ton, considering that his duty was to
aid his state, departed for Virginia.
“You know how this war has sepa
rated those nearest and dearest.
Colonel Morton’s old mother was dy
ing. I heard of it, and I knew that
he loved her more than anyone on
earth. I contrived to get the news to
him through a faithful black servant.
He came through the Union lines in
disguise, not as a spy, but to see her
before she passed away. Colonel Lo
fevre knew of Colonel Morton's pres
ence. He would not betray him, but.
as in duty bound, he reported the fact
of his presence In the vicinity. Colonel
Morton was captured at his mother’s
bedside. He was tried. And he has
been condemned. Will you not save
him, Mr. Lincoln?”
Betty always remembered that ter
rible moment. Washington hummed
like a great dynamo outside; In the
slanting light of late afternoon the
buildings, tho crowds that cheered
tho marching soldiers made an indel
ible impression upon her as lhe back
ground for the dreadful, intimate
drama that was being enacted there
on the White House lawn beside the
whooping boy. driving his goats. And
the issues of life and death lay in the
hands of this sad. gaunt man who laid
a fatherly hand on Betty’s shoulder.
“They would not listen to my evi
dence,” pleaded Betty, with a catch
in her voice. “They were bent on con
victing him, on leaving one soldier the
less to fight against the Union. It Is
a shameful thing, Mr. Lincoln, and you
are his last hope—my last hope. Will ,
you set him free?”
“I cannot,’’ answered Lincoln.
His face seemed to swim before her
eyes. "You can do anything," she
gasped.
“I am helpless,” answered tho presi
dent, and strode away.
***••••
“You, Lefevre?”
Colonel Morton looked incredulously
at Ills old comrade, as the door of the
prison opened and he was ushered
inside.
“Yes. I. Morton.”
The two old friends, now bitter ene
mies, stared at each other.
"You have come to gloat over me
on the last evening of my life?” ques
tioned the Southerner bitterly.
“I have been Imprisoned,” answered
Lefevre, “because l ain suspected of
complicity In your appearance within
the Union lines.” He grasped the
other by the hands. “I know why you
came,” ho continued. “I would have
aided you, had that been possible. I
denounced you because it was my
duty, but I told them why you had
come. And bo, I, too, am under ar
rest."
“But not under sentence of death,”
said Morton gravely.
And his thoughts went back to the
letter ho had received from Betty, tell
ing him of his mother’s illness, then
to the perilous journey, his arrest at
his dead mother’s bedside, his trial
sentence and removal to the lonely
prison In the rear of the fighting lines,
where, he was informed, he was to be
shot on the morrow. And it was not
the bitterness of death that shook his
fortitude, but such a death ns this,
alone, in front of a tiring squad, in
stead of in the field, leading his men.
He knew that Lefevre was Betty’s
affianced lover. Once he had loved her
passionately, but the outbreak of the
war had turned his thoughts into other
channels. Now' he had grown able to
bear the thought of Betty as Lefevre’s
bride. But the thought that Lefevre
It Was the President’* Young Son.
had connived at his capture in order to
rid himself of a hated rival had driven
him to a white heat of frenzy against
the man whose sudden appearance
seemed the answer to his prayer that
they might come face to face again.
Morton took a step toward his en
emy.
“Lefevre," he said, “will you swear
to me that I can go to my death know
ing that you are guiltless of my mur
der?”
Ho saw the answer In the other’s
eyes, and silently the two men shook
hands. Then they waited in the dark
nesß that had already fallen.
Suddenly the galloping of a horse
was heard. A rider dashed up to the
military post, tethered his horse be
neath the window, and ran hastily
toward the house of the commandant.
The horse was immediately beneath.
ELBERT COUNTY TRIBUNE.
The window was not more than firteea
feet above the ground. There were no
bars and no restraining walls. Only
the sentries, passing busily upon their
rounds, restrained the captive from
escaping.
Morton calculated the distance crit
ically. But for those armed men In
front of the prison it would be the
work of a moment to spring to the
ground, mount the horse and escape
The task was easy precisely because
it was so difficult. Without a horse
Morton could not hope to reach the
limits of the encampment; with one,
everything is possible.
The rider did not come back. Night
had fallen. The horse whinnied and
sniffed tho night air. The smell of
burning wood from the campfires made
the prison room fragrant. An intense
sadness filled Morton’s heart as he
thought of his Virginia home, and
freedom. He heard the tramp of
inarching men, he saw the Confeder
ate flag waving above the serried hosts
of Lee.
Suddenly a single shot rang out
from a wood a little distance away.
Shouts were heard, then followed a
fusillade. A bugle blast rang out.
And instantly armed figures sprang
from the lines of tents and rushed
Morton Was Captured at Hi* Mother’s
Bedside.
toward the outskirts, where a surprise
attack by the southern army seemed
imminent. The two men heard tho
cries of the combatants, the cheering
of their leaders. Then followed si
lence.
The prison guards had gone. The
captive was forgotten—everything was
forgotten in that supreme necessity to
preserve the Union outpost against
an attack which, once it succeeded,
would drive a wedge into the center of
the forces that were defending Wash
ington.
Morton turned and looked at Lef
fevre. The eyes of the Northerner
were fixed on his with understanding.
"Good luck,” lie said quietly
Once more their hands were clasped,
and Morton leaped from the window.
Lefevre, watching, heard the thud of
his body as he alighted on the Boft
ground beneath, fie saw him spring
into the saddle. A moment later horse
and rider were away like the wind.
A shadow' in the night, they passed.
• ••••••
“Betty!”
She stood before him, radiant with
happiness, and Lefevre, stunned by
her appearance In the prison, looked
| at her uncertainly; he had not under
stood the meaning of the Joy in her
eyes.
“You are free,” she said. “The com
mandant told me that I should be the
first to bring you the news.”
“But how did you get here?”
“A permit from the president.” she
answ’ered. "And it is he who has re
leased you. You are to rejoin your
I regiment immediately.”
“Betty!” Lefevre took a step nearer
her. "You know that Colonel Morton
escaped last night?”
“Yes. All the camp Is talking about
it, and the strange thing is that no
body but is glad. Somebody fired
shots from the wood. It was a false
alarm. He escaped in the confusion.”
"Yes. I was with him, Betty. Who
connived at It? The southern army
is not within a score of miles.”
“I saw tho president yesterday,”
said Betty. "I pleaded with him to
pardon Morton. He said he was pow
erless. But—he gave me this pass—
he sent it to me later. Do you know,
I fancy he Is somehow responsible for
Morton’s escape! I know' his heart
j is too great to let him send an inno
cent man to death by reason of a
technicality of military law. I be
lieve we have to thank him for it —
that great-souled man in tlje White
House for whom nothing is too small
that Involves the life of a fellow being,
and justice.”
Her eyes were sparkling; and sud
denly Lefevre, approaching, took her
In his arms.
“Betty, it was not because you love
Morton that you did this?” he cried.
"Dear,” she answered. "I gave you
my heart long ago. Didn't you trust
me? Did you suppose I could be un
faithful to the man I love?”
“Forgive me," he cried, bending his
lips to hers. “And after the war is
over, Betty, Morton will rejoice In our
good fortune, and the old friendship
will be established more firmly."
“Ami do not forget one who is
happy today because of us all,” said
Betty gravely. “His happiness is the
most unselfish of all, and he, too,
after the war—after the war—”
It was well they could not know
that the great heart of Lincoln would
bo stilled after the wrar.
Fundamental
Principles of
Health
By ALBERTS. GRAY, M. D.
(Copyright. 1914. by A. S. Gray)
WONDERS OF DUCTLESS GLANDS.
It is well known that very often a
medicine or other remedy, of itself ab
solutely without effect, produces a
very marked improvement or perhaps
even totally corrects all sorts of nerv
ous and functional disorders of the hu
man body, if only the patient Is con
vinced beforehand that the remedy
will be effective and that he will bo
“cured” thereby.
History, both ancient and modern,
running even down to this present
day, bears witness to many hundreds
of authentic instances of such cases,
and also it records wave after wave of
belief in miracle working remedies
and practices that have from time to
time swept through the habitable globe
“curing” the multitudes of their Ills.
The uncultured mind has no concep
tion of the quantitative relations of
cause and effect, but the disciplined
mind knows that there must be an
adequate cause behind every phenom
enon and it is ever striving for a
comprehensive grasp on laws and
principles; and civilization consists of
the cumulative light of such knowl
edge.
It is quite generally known that a
motion of the hand, or a glance of the
eye, will throw a certain type of weak
and credulous patient into a fit; and
a pill made of bread, if taken with suf
ficient faith, will operate a cure as
well, or even better, than all the drugs
In the pharmacopeia. Such cases are
generally assumed to be "hysterics."
But we are beginning to understand
that there mußt be always an adequate
cause behind such manifestations; it
cannot be the result of Imaginations;
It cannot be the result of the “super”-
naturai, and modern physiologists and
psychologists step by step are unravel
ing the tangled lines and solving the
puzzles. They are proving these hap
penings to be neither freaks of the im
agination nor the work of either be
nign or malignant “supernatural” pow
ers, but rather due to an interaction,
the perfectly natural results of ade
quate stimuli normally active within
every human body, and amenable to
personal development, and to Individ
ual control, proving thereby that in a
very large measure every man makes
his own disease.
In Van der Mye’s account of the
siege of Breda, in 1625, it Is stated
that the prince of Orange cured all
his soldiers who were dying of the
scurvy by a philanthropic piece of
quackery which he played upon them
with the knowledge of the physicians,
when all other means had failed: "The
garrison being afflicted with the scur
vy, the prince of Orange sent the phy
sicians two or three small vials con
taining a decoction of chamomile,
wormwood and camphor, telling them
to pretend that it was a medicine of
tho greatest value and extremest rar
ity, which had been procured with
very much danger and difficulty from
the East., and so strong, that two or
three drops would impart a healing
virtue to a gallon of water. The sol
diers had faith In their commander;
they took the medicine with cheerful
faces and grew well rapidly.”
Obviously these sturdy Netherland
er campaigners of that day, possessed
of the stamina necessary to enable
them to defy and withstand the at
tacks of the most powerful and brutal
o t monarchß. could not Justly be
classed as weaklings, neurasthenics or
hysterics. And it Is useless to deny
or to attempt to brush aside such
facts as being unbelievable fables, be
cause everywhere about us we have
evidence of similar happenings, taking
place today. But we will have to grant
that the soldiers were superstitious.
Belief in unmeaning words and in
inadequate remedies Implies the ab
sence of those ideas of causation that
raise tho cultured man above the sav
age; consequently if we claim to be a
part of civilization we must strive to
understand the principles involved In
these amazing reactions in order that
we may use them Intelligently for the
advancement of our Individual health
and that we may efficiently co-operate
with our fellow men for the better
ment of the race.
Next to the folly of declaring that
these things cannot be, and the folly
of receiving blindly everything we
hear is the folly of refusing jto accept,
to master and eagerly to grasp and
use tho results of modern investiga
tion, especially when they are clearly
steps in the course of nature and mark
but another stage on the evolutionary
road.
Few minds possess talent for ab
stract thinking, but such ability is not
necessary because all minds are capa
ble of acquiring knowledge if only
♦hey remain open and are willing to
be shown. Everybody can see an ob
ject when it is placed before him and
all can observe objects in relation—
if they will—and our scientists are
slowly and systematically working out
and placing before ua the solution to
our troubles for all such as have the
wisdom to accept and profit thereby.
Fundamentally these ills of ours are
proving to be functional, not organic,
in origin, and they are very largely
due to bad habits of mind, as careful
investigation and thought will clearly
show. They rest in the relationship
between the primitive co-ordinating
plan and power of our bodies as now
manifested through the action of our
ductless glands and that of our later
acquired brain power which we have
not yet learned to use only because we
are not properly trained how to use It.
THE THYROID GLAND.
Before the appearance of any cen
tral nervous system in the lowest or
ganisms it Is by chemical means, by
so called automatic excitation througii
the action of products of decomposi
tion by the organs In different parts
of the body, that any co-ordination of
function is determined, either among
the different organs of a colony or
among the various cells making up
a multicellular organism such as a
sponge.
Tho mechanism which determines
the movement of phagocytic cells —a
phagocyte is any cell possessing the
property of absorbing and digesting—
the chase of food, the escape from
noxious environment or the approach
of sexual cells, has been given the |
name of chemotaxis. The name sig
nifies the attraction or repulsion ex- i
hibited by certain chemicals to living
cells. Since the application of these j
chemical stimuli depends on their dif
fusion through the medium bathing
tho cells, the process very obviously |
must necessarily be both slow and ;
lasting.
The most important and definite !
knowledge concerning the actions of j
these internal chemical secretions has
perhaps resulted from work done on |
the thyroid glands, those shleldlike
vesicular bodies filled with colloid ma
terial located on tho sides of the
trachea (windpipe) just below our
"Adam's apple” (the thyroid carti
lage). Carried by the blood to all
parts of the body, the metabolic pro
ducts of the thyroid gland affect every
other gland and tissue and may act
either to heighten or to reduce the
activity of other organs, according to
their specific function.
In 1856 Schiff showed that removal
of the thyroid in dogs is followed usu
ally by the death of the animals in
one to four weeks
The disturbances appearing after
removal of the thyroid affect the most
widely different organic systems of the
body. The skin, especially that of the
head and face, becomes greatly swol
len because of an accumulation of
mucin in the subcutaneous connective
tissue. Subsequently the skin becomes
hard, rough and dry; Its secretion
ceases; the hairs change and fall out;
the visible mucous membranes be
come swollen and the voice becomes
harsh and monotonous. The internal
organs exhibit marked pathological
changes; the kidneys and the liver
undergo fatty and colloid degeneration
and the arterial walls take on a hya
line (crystalline) degeneration. Meta
bolism is abnormally low; that is to
say, not only Is the appetite poor, but
the ability to convert the food taken
into the body, to break down and re
lease the energy therein contained, is
decreased.
Disturbances of the nervous and
muscular system following removal of
the thyroid are profound; not infre
quently functional disturbances such
as epilepsy ensue. All those partß of
the brain which are active in the physi
cal functions become functionally much
reduced, and in. myxedematous cases
we meet with weak memory, extreme
irritability, stupidity and the like; all
of which in turn find expression in a
marked decline of muscular tone and
in vigor of the body movements gener
ally.
In man any material disturbance in
tho function of the thyroid produces
derangement in the temperature and
heat regulating ability of the body;
the subnormal temperature is one of
the most constant symptoms and the
patient feels cold constantly.
In the growing organism -fter sup
pression of the thyroid the K ones fall
considerably behind in their develop
ment and the ossification of the carti
lages connecting bone processes is
materially delayed. The physical dis
turbances in the young are generally
more pronounced than in grown per
sons.
Schiff and many others' have found
that all these evil results of the com
plete or partial destruction of the thy
roid in dogs might be obviated by
grafting pieces of the thyroid into the
body, and this knowledge was quickly
applied with astonishing results to
human beings in cases of myxedema
and cretinism. Then, instead of graft
ing thyroid tissues, it was found that
injection of extracts under the skin,
or, better still, the Bimple feeding of
thyroid material, gave similarly favor
able results —the individuals recov
ered their normal appearance and
mental powers.
But prevention is always better than
cure and we are slowly coming to
understand that anything that will
cause a depletion of the thyroid gland
will cause thyroid troubles and their
train of Ills. The chief factor in pre
vention is simply sane living. The de
pleting factors are overeating of im
proper food, the excessive use of
spices, alcoholic drinks, tobacco or
drugs; sexual excesses, too frequent
pregnancies, worry, anxiety or excite
ment. Normal functioning of the
thyroid gland is maintained by a nat
ural diet containing what Funk has
designated the vltamines, the mother
substance from which tho gland col
loids are prepared, and by equanim
ity.
IS CHILD CROSS,
FEVERISH, SICK
Look, Mother! If tongue is
coated, give “California
Syrup of Figs.”
Children love this “fruit laxative,”
and nothing else cleanses the tender
stomach, liver and bowels so nicely.
A child simply will not stop playing
to empty the bowels, and the result ia
they become tightly clogged with
waste, liver gets sluggish, stomach
sours, then your little one becomes
cross, half-sick, feverish, don’t eat.
sleep or act naturally, breath is bad.
system full of cold, has sore throat,
stomach-ache or diarrhoea. Listen,
Mother! See if tongue is coated, then
give a teaspoonful of “California
Syrup of Figs,” and in a few hours all
the constipated waste, sour bile and
undigested food passes out of the sys
tem, and you have a well child again.
Millions of mothers give "California
Syrup of Figs” because it is perfectly
harmless; children love it, and it nev
er fails to act on the stomach, liver
and bowels.
Ask at the store for a 50-cent bottle
of “California Syrup of Figs,” whictr
! has full directions for babies, children
of all ages and for grown-ups plainly
printed on the bottle. Adv.
Long Drawn Out.
Uncle Jeff, an aged negro driver or
i Augusta, was piloting several north-
S eni visitors around just after the first
j golf links had been put in there. Uncle
J Jeff was a little short in his knowl
i edge according to St. Andrew, but long
| on local pride.
j “How many holes have they,” in
quired a visitor, "eighteen?”
Uncle Jeff pulled up to make his
answer more impressive.
“More’n dat, suh,” he said, “dey’s
got a passal er land and de holes
ain’t bigger’n a tin can —I reckln dey’s
got a thousand holes already, suh.”
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Obedient Tommy.
“Now, Thomas,” said the teacher, se
verely, “how many times must I tell
you not to snap your fingers? Put
your hand down and presently I’ll hear
from you.”
Five minutes later she said: “Now.
then, Thomas, what was It you want
ed to say?”
“There was a man in the entry a
while ago,” said Thomas serenely,
“and he went out with your new silk
umbrella.” —New York American.
Prudent Woman.
“I thought you said we were going
to share everything equally after we
got married." said the husband of a
rich woman.
“That was merely your own sugges
tion,’’ she answered calmly. “I have
decided to retain the balance of power
until I find out what division you are
going to make of love and affection.”
Seems So.
Mr. Bacon —I understand it requires
about fifteen days for the human body
to recover from the loss of two con
secutive nights’ sleep.
Mrs. Bacon —And don’t you suppose
those fiendish cats in the back yard
know that?
Oklahoma Man Tells About
Kidney Remedy
Several year* ago I was taken with
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kidneys and was forced to give up my
daily labors. 1 heard of your great kid
ney remedy and resolved to try it. I did
so with wonderful results.
Since taking Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-
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the wonderful merits of Swamp-Root.
If you should care to, you are at liber
ty to publish this testimonial whenever
you choose.
Very truly yours,
j. A. PARRISH,
Stillwater, Okla.
Subscribed and sworn to before me,
this Bth day of March, 1912.
11. S. HAUSSDER,
Justice of tho Peace.
Letter to
Dr. Kilmer O Co.
Binghamton, N. Y.
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A wise woman refuses to ask her
husband to acorapany her to church
of he talks in his sleep.
If you wish beautiful, clear white
clothes, use Red Cross Bag Blue. At all
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Most men wouldn’t do a thing li
they didn’t need the coin.