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Apparition That Appeared U
Royal Children.
Story Related by Governess of Rws
sian Princesses—Czar and
ina Believe Supernatural Fl®*
ure Really Was Visible
Grand Duke Ernest of Hesse bftd 8
very pretty little daughter by his ffint
wife, Princess Victoria Melita of OrwEil
Britain and Coburg, now married
Grand Duke Cyril of Russia. This Hl*
tie girl’s name was Elizabeth, and ©»
account of her beauty and sprigbtfij?
cleverness she was a universal f&tm® 4 *
ite and the only tie between her {jo**
ents after the estrangement, F. ©3SSr
liffe Owen writes in the New
While staying with her uncle anS
aunt, the present czar and czarina,
their picturesque country seat In
land, she succumbed when seven yealM
old to poison—ptomaine poison, iw>
cording, to some, but according to oth
ers drugs conveyed into food «?
drink by the Nihilists for the purpose
of taking the life of Emperor NleSr
A remarkable account of the afFal?
is given by an English woman of tIM
name of Miss Eager, who. after spend
ing a number of years in the servkSJ
of the emperor and empress of Uttß*
sia as the nursery governess of tlwto
young children, published on her re
turn to England, with; the full author
ity and approval of their majestic*, II
volume entitled “Six Years at CflW
Court of Russia.”
According to her, little Priuceo
Elizabeth, or “Ella,” of Hesse wafl
taken ill one afternoon or night and
died before the following morning.
Between nine o’clock and ten o’clock
two of the little girls of the czarina,
who were sleeping together in a rooca
adjoining that of their seven-year-old
cousin of Hesse, suddenly alarmed
every one within hearing by the most
frantic screams.
When the empress, Miss Eager nod
the doctors rushed in they found tlltt
two little grand duchesses standing wp
on their beds, shrieking and shakingi
with terror. It was some time* before
they could be soothed, and then theQr
related that they had seen a man wllfe
flowing robes and huge wings in their
room. While they were still talking
the eyes of both children suddenly
dilated with terror, and both pointing
in the same direction, they cried:
“Look! Look! There he is again.
He has gone into Ella’s room. 08*1
Poor Ella ! Poor Ella !”
Neither Miss Ea ;er nor the czatrltaa.
nor yet the physicians, could see any
thing. But a few moments l.tteir
Princess Ella suddenly sat up in .her
bed, crying: “I am choking. I etna
choking! Send for mamma!” Thrcva
hours afterward the child, who had
immediately after the cry for Hear
mother fallen into a state of comm,
passed away, in the absence, of courso,
of her parents.
'Miss Eager expressed her firm coa*
viption that the little grand duchesses
had seen a supernatural apparition
and that the apparition in ques
tion was the angel of deatit.
That the czar and czarina shared her
impression is shown by the fact thai’:
they Had authorized her to publish
the story in her book, as well as by
the circumstance that she retains their
favor and good will and is in re
ceipt of an annuity from them Cor ttal
remainder of her days.
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Makes His Money En Roat®.
A genuine California booster,- is wltHs;
us. He is C. F. Langley of Watson
ville, Cal., according to an Atlantic
City correspondent of the. Philadel
phia North American.
Mr. Langley is president of tha
Pajaro Valley National bank in Wat
sonville, and he puts the bank, tho
town and the state on the irnnp by ad
vertising in an unusual way. , ;
Whenever a waiter presents a check
in the dining room, Mr. Langley brings
out a pair of scissors and a roll of
green paper, clips off a $5 bank note,
signs it with his fountain pen and
pays the check. The captains and
waiters know their business and ac
cept Mr. Langley's money-ma Ling stunt
without a lift of the eyebrows. The
bank notes are already signed by the
cashier of the California bank.
Opportunity in Syria.
From the comparatively few letters
that pass the rigid censorship of the
Turkish government, the Presbyterian
board in the United States learns that
the work of tho Syria mission is going
on as usual. The boys’ schools have
not as large attendance as in ordinary
years, owing to the: fact that so many
homes have suffered financial losses.
The girls’ school, b.owever, at Bierut,
has more applicants than it can take
care of. This is because of the fact
that the schools carried on by mis
sionaries of other nationalities, such
as the French and English, have been
closed and the missionaries! sent away.
Their pupils have consequently
knocked and not in vain at the door
of the American Girls’ school in Bei
Four and a Half Ton Mirror.
The 100-inch-diameter reflector for
the Mount Wilson observatory in Cali
fornia, which will be finished early
next year, will be the, largest mirror
ever cast. It will be 13 inches thick
and will contain, in one solid piece,
AMs tons of glass.—“ Engineering Rec
ord. _ * »
Ask Yourself the Question, How
Have You Dealt With Faithful
Animal Grown Old?
You may have had a favorite horse
sometime, and it may have grown old
and the folks may have advised sell
ing or turning it out to die, maybe,
Erasmus Wilson writes in the Pitts
burgh Gazette-Times. Could you, or
did you give consent to thus disposing
of your old friend?
How would you like to meet such
an old friend on the avenue geared in
heavy, cumberous harness to a rickety
coalcart loaded to the limit of his
strength to move, and to hear the
coarse commands of the unfeeling
driver and the cruel cuts of the whip
when he was straining his stiffened
joints and weakened muscles until he
seemed ready to totter and fall?
But then you might not recognize
him on account of the prominence of
his bones, the roughness of bis coat
and his slavish and heartbroken ap
pearance. We can hardly recognize in
a weary, shambling, ill-kept brute the
once sleek, sprightly, prancing steed
that was our pet and pride.
Maybe it is well that we do not
know them when we see them in their
sadly changed conditions.
Ask the veteran cavalryman about
his favorite horse and he’ll tell you
things that will bring a lump into your
throat. Many a time and oft, perhaps,
they endured storms and braved dan
gers on picket posts, faced death in
mad and turbulent rivers, occupied a
common bed on the ground, foraged
for food to stay their hunger and
shared the last, handful of parched
corn or piece of hardtack.
And he will tell of the times his
trusty steed saved him from capture
or death, or bore him into the thick
of the battle and maybe fell a victim
to some merciless bullet or shell, or
maybe both were wounded together—
it to die in mercy, he to live and suffer
The old trooper is never willing
much less anxious, to part with tht
horse that has borne him through try
ing campaigns, and to which he feeb
so greatly indebted.
No doubt this was the feeling of
the Arab whom Mrs. Caroline E. S
Norton has so deftly and effectively
sketched in the poem that made her
famous —“The Arab’s Farewell to His
Steed,” which concludes as follows:
When last I saw him drink! Away! The
fevered dream is o’er;
I could not live a day, and know that we
should meet no more;
They tempted me, my beautiful! for hun
ger’s power is strong;
They tempted me, my beautiful! but 1
have loved too long;
Y.’ho said that I had given thee up? Whc
said that thou wert sold?
’Tis false, 'tis false! ray Arab steed! 1
flung them back their gold.
Thus, thus, I leap upon thy back, and
scour the distant plains—
Away! Who overtakes us now shall claim
thee for his pains.
The “Cullud Gemmen" Speaks.
A heavy shadow in the deep gloom
of the recess approaching the bar be
came animated and presently strolled
out into the lobby wearing a delegate’s
badge. He couldn’t escape. A pad
and pencil backed by a reporter con
fronted him,
‘Ms you one o’ dem writers dat pulls
dis sullud gemmen’ stuff ev’y day in
de newspapahs ?” grinned the dele
gate, evidently overjoyed at the pros
pect of an interview.
“Sure,” said the reporter. “That’s
me. Pretty good—eh?”
“Well, sir,.you are not the corre
' spondent I’m looking for. If I am to
be interviewed send one of your more
mature men, who elucidate the flank
movements of the old guard and
analyze the effect of a great man’s
dyspepsia on tile vote of a delegation.”
Whereupon the shadow faded into
jtye deeper gloom of the streets. —
Chicago Tribune.
Censorship Dragon.
Let the American people stand In
fear and trembling of the eventful out
come of the insidious growth of cen
sorship powers.
Censorship is no fantastical bugaboo
—it is a real national peril, because
the day may not be far off when cen
sors, under the shadow of the Ameri
can flag of independence, will be em
powered by legislative enactment to
foist their individual whims, hobble*
or prejudices on the suffering publie.
It is not beyond our imagination to
see a fanatical functionary, with the
title of censor, who is a vegetarian
forcing the people of his city to ab
stain from meat.
Other censors with similar whim*
might censor tea and coffee, cigars ans
cookbooks. Already it is reporfec
ministers are sensing the possibility
of their pulpits being ruthlessly
purged of objectionable texts. —New
York Telegram.
Tobacco Aids Soldiers.
The beneficent effects of tobacco a*
the front were affirmed by the Lance*
as long ago as 1870, when the ques
tion was being discussed in connection
with tiie Franco-Prussian war. “The
soldier,” it was said, “wearied with
long marches and uncertain rest, ob
taining his food how and when he can,
with his nervous system always in a
state of tension from the dangers and
excitement he encounters, finds that
his cigar or pipe enables him to sus
tain fatigue with comparative equa
nimity. . . . For the wounded it
Is probable tnat tobacco has slight
anodyne and narcotic properties that
enable the sufferer to sustain pain bet
ter during the day, and to obtain sleep
during the night.”—London Chronicle
“How did you get your motorcyclt
so far in advance of the other orders?’
“1 seized the cycle-logical moment
. to ask for It.”
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“There is nothing new under the
sun,” Sarah Carroll, who was spend
ing the summer with her friend, Mil
dred Carlton, said with something
like asperity. “I know. Don’t I w rite
for my daily bread and the sweets that
should go with it? I cudgel my brain
for plots, for inspirations and evolve —
a situation. A situation is not a story',
yet it seems to me that situations art
the only’ things in life.”
The other leaned a little forward,
looking toward the gate. “I think,’
she said slowly, “there is the begin
ning of a story that will not require
Imagination to carry it to a conclu
Sarah turned her head curiously,
The gate was open. Standing just
without, but in full view’, was u little
child, a black kitten closely clasped
in her arms. She had been watching
the tw’o on the porch and, when she
thought herself unobserved, stretched
out a hand and softly touched.a clus
ter of half-blown roses that liae
pushed themselves through the palings
For some minutes the tw’o watched
her in silence, and then Mildred callec
to her:
“Won’t you come here and talk tc
us, little girl?”
The child, startled, came to the fool
of the steps. “I didn’t hurt them,’
she said under her breath. “I was
just petting them and talking to them
and wishing mother could see them.’
“Where is ‘mother’?” Sarah asked
The child’s eyes filled with tears.
“She’s sick down there,” nodding hei
head in an uncertain direction, “and
daddy’s sick, too.”
“Poor little piece of forlornity, tel!
me all about it, and then we will go
and see ‘mother’ and you shall have
all the roses you cau carry.”
Under a huge beech tree on the edg<
of the bank above Rock creek, stood a
covered wagon, something after the or
der of the old-time prairie schooner
but not so large. Still, it was lnrg<
enough for the family of three tha
made it their home. A cot, under a
slight shelter in the densest tre
shadow, held a man w’liose face shove
Sarah and Mildred w r ere having :
picnic to cover an act of friendliness
for they had discovered upon thei
first visit that the child’s parents \vert
above charity, although their stres
was great. The woman was far from
well, and anxiety about her husband
about sapped her strength. They had
lived in one of the large cities, when
he held a good position until an at tael
of pneumonia left him too weak and
wretched to resume it. They too;
their savings, bought food and outfk
and started for somewhere.
“Just somewhere,” the woman told
Mildred, “where w’e could have God’:
sunshine and pure air. He improvetl
at once, but a week ago he slipped
and broke his leg. Since then life
would be gray indeed if it were not
for Doctor Winthrop.”
“Doctor Winthrop!” Sarah ex
claimed sharply. “Is he here?” Sin
turned to Mildred, who had bent rath
er hastily over the creek and was
washing her hands. “You did not tell
me he was here.”
Sarah said nothing further until
that evening when they were alone
upon the porch. Then she said:
“When did he come?”
“You mean Doctor Winthrop?” Mil
dred’s voice held a note unusual to its
softness. “He has been in practice
here for a year past.”
“I have often wondered what be
came of him,” Sarah said, “tie dis
appeared suddenly, as suddenly as if
he had been swallowed up in some ca
tastrophe. I don’t know why I should
give a thought to him, for he passed
entirely from my life after our last
“Why did you quarrel?” Mildred
leaned forward but did not look at her
friend. The other shrugged her shoul
ders. “Incompatibility. Jealousy.
Fortunately we discovered it in time.’
A sudden, sobbing cry caught and
held their attention. Another, then
the sound of a man’s voice. Together
they ran to the gate, into the road. A
short distance away a car was stand
ing. Near it a man with a child in
his arms. He was speaking quietly,
but with authority.
He put the child on her feet as the
two girls stopped beside him. “What
is it,” Sarah asked, drawing Nannie
toward her, “Can we help?”
“If you will be so good.” He spoke
to Mildred. “Mrs. McCallum lias had
u rather severe heart attack, and J
have brought her to you. I was sure
you would take her in. She needs care.
I will take John to my rooms.”
A week later the two girls were in
their usual lounging place. They had
been silent for some time when Sarah
et last aroused herself from her
thoughts, yawned and said, with a
trace of amusement in her voice:
“I did get a story, Mildred, but not
the one you thought. There were a
good many ends to be gathered to
gether, yet they merely led to a situa
tion. One of the ends was held by a
little child. Another led from a bro
ken engagement to a self-contained
man whose sole thought, save In one
instance, is absorbed in his profes
“And that instance?” Mildred asked,
with a show of interest. Sarah smiled'.
“My dear, I saw him kiss you last
(Copyright, 1916, by the McClure Newspa
per Syndicate J _ . _ _
Geo. Cosby, .
General Mason and
Address Box 315.
Leon Schmitz,
Plione 77 B,
Paper- Hanging.
Sign TVril(*r.
Registered and High Grade
Holsteins , ,
Cows and Heifers, fresh and
coming fresh.
We also have 40 or 50 young ;
Shoats, weighing 150 to 175 lbs
which we will butcher and deliv
er on orders.
A. C. & C. F. QUAYLE,
Winslow, Arizona.
Contracter & Builder.
Plans, Specifications
and Estimates furnished for any
kind of Construction,
References furnished upon request.
P. O. Box 235. Holbrook, Ariz.
If you are not already a subscriber for
the Winslow Mail it is time you were, and
the new year is the time to start.
If you are a subscriber, why not sub
scribe for a copy for the folks back home,
which will be the same as a weekly letter for
them. Let them know what kind of a town
you are living in.
Get the habit of patronizing home in
dustries, not alone for your merchandise, but
for your printing. The Winslow Mail is just
as well equipped to do job work as any print
shop in Northern Arizona. V/hy send the
work out of town?
One Year,.... $2.00
Six Months,.... 1.00
Thre Months, 50c.
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The Original (JOOJ)
■ tastes so much like the big, ripe, golden California orange
you will be straining it throug yhour teeth to
keep out the seeds.
Ask the dealer for JOOJ and get a pure
fruit orange drink for sc.
; _ Standard Bottling Works.
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Real Estate and Insurance.
Buy lots now in the Mahoney and Camp
bell Additions. Lots sold on easy installment
plan. Guaranteed title given purchaser.

We have a few bargains in residence property for sale:
4-ROOM residence, corner of
Winslow and Ist. street.
4-ROOM residence, corner of
Snyder and 3rd, street.
For Rent: Two unfnrnished rooms for house
American Carpenter Shop.
General Contractor.
I ; . .
We guarantee all our work to be strictly high class
and satisfactory to our customers, or no charge.
Consult with us when you contemplate building
or remolding.
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