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TIMflQW iwk TKiinr flENKY KU55ILL J11LLER Author of The flan Higher UpHbRbcfofbuercfc Copyright ty The IVMVVrrill Company- ; " 1 Thl atory epttumUpr, In the life of one big man, his big foes and big friends, th strife, the hopes, nd trt aspirations of modern America. Involved with his ambi tion la the ambition of the laborer, of tho capitalist, of the protjrra- Ive, of the humanitarian, of te socialist, of the society woman, and of the woman who gives all for love. CHAPTER I. Dreams. IIb drifted Into tho dolnctanle land that lien between aleey and uukiiiK. taHlliiK tho ftoelliiK Kiivor of Ills dreams th Ull'"5 VlBllHimit Itlll blooded j until. They had passed Jubt beyond iiuiiioiy, leavliiK a contused yet fclowlim tiouso of sharp comltiitH willed, ol' WtuiIea won. A (tuition haze enveloped hliu. Through It Altered a dwIudliuK res nance. as of soino nohlo procession, il suni; by a di punlns far rilKUi.t t lioir. i A wave of delight rippled over him : Then tho thought that, not slwiuK bin j slumber, had painted his culmiul i dreams, worked Lo fit- retrl'iee. I "My last day here!" j Ho awokw slowly BerVre- him, scen.j through Hie nnsluiltoi' d wlndo'v, lay a i world Bomber enough to nun iukkIuk against Its rnHtntliiia. lovely when it j was to be loft behind, lio suv tho September sun pwp over tho hills at j the head of tho valley, rls majestic- i ally and swing clear, a guidon dihk hung In the sky, symbol of tlio reward of nieu'a stinvKlos, ila radiance, streaming Into tho lit I lo room, dis pollod Hhatihliit'HR wlih a mellow glow he could alinoHt fool. Tho matin sounds arose, according lmoly with tho lingering echoes of hie ilrt'uiu music He reveled In a new perception. Ho was twenty seats old. He was not ono to lull. Ho sprung from bod and stood miked; supple, beautiful youth, too slender for great strength but with T lie uncnn.sclnus grace of tho wild uniiiuil Ho dressed ami stood by tho window In tho attitudo of a listener, Intently he Bought to dotino tho faint, other world riwonani'o that still seemed to vibrate ubout htm. Hut tho thoiuo eluded him. His HIiiHlon was effectually shat tered. Into tho subdued melody of tho Sabbath morning thrust a profane In truder, tho jerky wheezing notes of a I cabinet organ in tho day's hymns, played hy some ono who aspired be yond endowment He frowinl, then throw baek bis head and laughed silently - a trick ho had sometimes at tho absurd anti climax, j "I'm etill In HetheL II 's a long way j from hero tothere." Ho die a long deep breath. A question halted hira, "There I whore?" 1 He shook his hoad vigorously, as though to throw off tho uuory, and went down to tho kitchen. The odor of frying hum saluted his nostrils; ho sniffed It hungrily. A man, apparently obi, was placing heavy, chipped Ironware dishes on Urn table. He nodded briefly In response to tho youth's blithe greeting. "I'll be ready," ho wild In n dull flat voice, "time yo'ro back from the stable," and continued his slow precise setting of the tabid. In a few minutes the other returned, the horses fed and his own hands and face scrubbed lu cold "water from tho cistern. They sat down without speak ing. The youth ate eio:orh gulplngly. When the llrst kooiincim of appetite was gone, burning to talk of the groat hour at ha. id, he broke tho silence. "Well, father, this is my last day in Bethel." The old man merely nodded, keeping his eyes on his plto. lloylshly the son began to sot forth bis plans and hopes and expectation; they wore net small. Hut. the old man maintained his silence. The youth con ceived htm to be an unsympathetic au dience. "Guess you're not Interested," he said a trifle sulkily. "Yes, I'm Interested, Mark," the fa ther answered, "but there ain't any thing to say." He ruteed his glance to the window, "(loess I couldn't say anything that'd help much." The sweep of tho youth's anticipa tion faltered before a quality In the Old niun's words. Old, "old Simon;" BO his neighbors called biin Yet he was not really old, but In the noonday of life wore the gray mantle of age. For ho, too, hud dreamed his big gold en dreams. Holow the village mood a dismantled r""i"f f.trj, mot;u;:t:r.t to their futility. After hie failure ho had returned to his shop and trade, shoeing his neighbors' horses, mend ing their wagons and plows, a dull eyed, taciturn, spiritless plodder. Blmon Trultt rose and begnn to clear the table. The son moved toward the door. There he paused, vaguely sensible of a sorrow to which some toothing word was to be said. Hut the word would not come to lips un schooled in such tender office. He went lowly out Into the sunshine. Id the stable be curried the horses, lingering over the pretty brown mare latest and finest trophy of hU horoe tradlng until her coat shone satiny. This labor of love ended, he lighted a pipe and sat In the stable doorway. He eat there until from across the town came a flat unmusical clamor, ithe cracked church bell calling the faithful that Is to say, all Bethel save jgae-to worship Ho rose reluctantly. Boon he emerged from the little house, shaved to the blood and clsd lu the dis comfort of Sunday clothe. Always on warm Sabbath morning Simon Trultt was to bo founft sitting on tho stoop, Htu! always facing tho north; the dismantled forgo lay the south He was that one for whom the t-ia-ked hell tolled In lain; ho wjis Huppoeod to he an it'hotsf. "Coin' to church?" ho asked In the eturoBsloulcHs tone that wan his habit. "1 guess so," answered Mark "I'm !ess," with sudden undo islanding, "you'd like me to slay." Simon hesitated, then shook his head. "No, ye'd hotter go saint; as al ways, t'ourtney'd want ye to." "1 owe hhn a lot." Simon nodded. "More'n to anyone else here. Think a good deal o' him, don't ye?" "Yes. Snme times he's kind o' queer, though " Simon nodded again. "D'ye," he asked unexpectedly, "d'ye believe what ho preaches?" "Why, yes!" eald Mark. "Yes, 1 s pose so," he amended. The dull glance momentarily sharp ened. "Not very much. 1 expect. Hot ter believe it hard --or not at ail. It s most time fur church." Mink swung heavily down the path. Tho father's eyes followed Mm wist fully. Mark Joined the strangling proces sion that moved, stlttly decorous, tiv ward tho hou;e of worship, (inco. dur ing the short Journey, a spring wagon overtook and passed hlin; a girl In the rear seat turned and nodded. A whvo of red surged Into his dark face. I'ntil the wagon drove Into the churchyard, his glance clung to the mass of yellow hair under the pink hat. l;noonsoiou ly his step quickened. Ho found an empty pew mar tho door, and entering, leaned hHck, half closing his eyett. He followed the con gregatlon as It rose and sat lu hymn and prayer and lesson; hut ho moved mechanically, without thought of wor ship. His glance sought the far cor ner where a shaft of morning sun- 111 shine had set a mass of yellow hair aehlmmering. The Bight and his dreams gave blm a new and daring re solve. The hour sped swiftly. He went quietly from the church; in the yard he took a station by which the farmer folk must pass to their ve hicles and there, as ho had resolved, boldly, In the eyes of nil, ho w aited for her. She appeared, a slender girl who, as she moved slowly around the church, wove a spell over the betrousered per tton of Hethel, even where she had not the subtle aid of dreams. She was not small, but, neatly made, gave an effect of daintiness not characteristic of the maids of that valley. Unity was sup poeed to be "delicate," hence was spared those arduous tasks that leave so little time to study of bounty hints and fashions. If there were some to suggest that "Squire Martin's family lot. Unity make fools of 'em," at least no males were among these critics. Self-conscious to the finger-tips but not betraying It, she picked her dainty way among the gossiping groups, toss ing gay little smiles to this and that Intoxicated youth, blissfully deaf to an occasional feminine titter in her wake. She came to a halt beside Mark, looking up with a smile that made him forget curious observers. "Good morning, Mark!" "Unity!" His voice was low, tense, ns though he announced some tragic happening. "I'm going away tomor row." The vl.a. Sty foil fioiu hr oc0, leav ing It very eerlous. "To the rllyf For good?" "To ths city. For good." "I am glad." "Glad!" he stnmmornd. "1 thought 1 wanted you to be.sorry." "Yes," she nodded emphatically. "I'm glad for you," she added more softly. He remained ellent, an unreasoning. Indefinite disappointment lingering. Something he wanted he. could not Bay what was lacking la her words. "Aren't you glad?" "Yes, but" He dismissed the doubt. His eagerness returned. "I'm going driving this afternoon." She became girlish again. "Is that an Invitation?" with a demure little smile. "If you want to go." "Of course, Mister Solemn! Aren't you " She stopped, apparently over come with confusion (ox ber boldness. "S, It.!'' ho bcsioiHiitililislily. There was a tlellt luuniouieut of un curtaiuty, a brcaltilossy little laugh. "My lover. There! j Ml be waiting , fair you. Just after dlnjuer." And the butterfly fluttered awary. He went- from the, churchyard and ; followed the street past the point where It returned to'lts native stale of dus'4, weed Han Wed. ouutry pike. He came to a place whire the rond rose sharply aud full again. Mounting to ; the crest, he threw himself on the roadside and waited; thither RlcVsrd 1 Courtney would come on the after-1 service walk that was his custom. ! t'p the rise, village bound, leisurely j creaked aa undent top buggy. In It ! slouched a middle-aged man upon ' whose face wero written humor and j patience, qualities of which he had; great need Just then. His horse la-j bored heavily at lie task, head hang-; lng low; not tho hollows In Simon j Train's smithy puffed loader or hard- j er At the crust It stopped without ! ursine. Mark frow ned tmpatteutly. J Then ho noted the sad state of tho horse uud a grlu displaced the frown, j "Hear you're going away," "Iltio" ! Ih dites nniaiked "For the good of i the town?" ; Mink nodded, the grin widening.! "Maybe you'd like to help pay my : fare?" T have helped," the doctor rejoined duly. "Going lo get rich, ain't you?; They nil think that." i "It happens soinetimeB." "You might, though. Any man ought ; to get rich tlnit could sell mo this ', would you calt It a honae?" I "Ilium!" Mark considered the anl-j mal judicially. "Well, It has four ! legs" "So's a billy goat," drawled the doc tor. 'Hoal'd bo more use to me, too." j "What did on buy It for, then?" I "1 ain't squealing. Pretty slick cue-1 tomer. ain't you?" j The gnu returned. "I can Sell, horses," Mark modestly admitted, "to some people." "Humph! Only a fool'd buy 'em of; jon." the doctor agreed. "What'H you ! take for the brown mare?" I "The brown mare isn't for sale." ! "Any home Is for sale." the doctor ' Insisted, "at tho right price. Give you i a hundred and lirtj." I "I wouldn't sell her for two-fifty." The doctor sighed and clucked to! the weary horse. ! Out of the dusty cloud trailing be hind the creaky buggy emerged a tall stooping llgure, clad in the rusty black , of i he country clergy muii. He walked slowly, and when he came to the rise, ! with a slight effort; evidently he was a frail man physically. At the crest 1 he stopped, breathing hard. "Taking a good by look at It?" ha asked between breaths. , "No. Just waiting for you." i Tho preacher smiled faintly; tho , worn dispirited face lighted up a lit tle, He turned his glance to the val ley, i "It's worth a farowelL You'll bs homesick for It somettnues I hope. Shall we walk a btt farther?" At his lagging pace they tramped along the mud, constantly rising and descending but alwajs reaching up to ward n higher level. T hey kept the flunk silence of those who have been companion) often. Ten yearB before lilchard Courtney had resigned the city congregation that was steadily withering under his ministry and had Come to shepherd the little flock of Hethel. It proved to be a life sentence, but in the end he stayed, if not gladly, ut least with such Chris tian fortitude as ft quivering sensitive soul could summon; having found so ho put It - a need to which he could minister. In the early days of his new ' service he had discovered a neglected, unlettered, moody youngster suffer ing under the blight of his relation to Simon '1 rijltt, who, for his supposed atheism, was accounted a lit tlo loss than respectable. Some quality lu the boy caught the preacher's fancy. Tact fully he sought to win Into Mark's heart, not a very difficult task once the lad learned that ministerial conversa tion was not confined to graphic pic tures of eternal tormeut. And then, not quite realizing how this new Inter est eked out the Christian fortitude Just mentioned, he eel about to make .Mark over. From Kichard Courtney the blacksmith's son had hud his Ver gil and Xenophou and Homer, his Kuclid and yuackeubos. v hat may have been best of ull, he had had lilch ard Courtney, In tlie intense, Imaginative, qutok ! brained hid Courtney thought be dts : corned a rare spirit titled to be a chevalier of the Ird, a tighter of j others' battles, a hearer of others' bur j dens; thus we may rend what Richard , Courtney would have made Mb own ; life. He, tho esllo, had failed; but In the lnrk-er life from which he had been j bans-bed he would live again and be ! felt through a fine stnuig man of his i making. For ten years he had Jeal I oiisly surveyed the prospect, patiently j tolled and prayed t:.,.t It might be. j Hut now, when the day for which h had prepared was come, he was not happy. The question continually re curred. How well had he bullded? With suddenly clarified vision he be held the youth at his side, raw, un shaped, the reaches of his soul as yet imllghted hy purpose, unwarmed by Inspiration. After ton yearB he was almost as lilchard Courtney had found him. "I havn scoured the windows. I cannot give the light," thought the preacher sadly. He became aware that Mark hsd hmken the nllnticA M I owe yhn S lot," he had said. "Not very much," Courtney sighed "I wish H were more much more." "Oh, ye. It Is much. You've taught me to read and talk and and tlunk." Courtney repressed sn unhappy smile. "You've nmdo me see big. You've got me ready to go away from here. 1 - I Appreciate It." "I'd rather you could see true. But must you go?" The plea was without spirit; ho knew Its uselessnesa. "There's a life to be lived here, even by a man who sees big. I wk-h you would stay, at lesst for a while." "No, I must go now. I've a reason you don't know." The preacher felt a )eakus psng. After a while he said. "Did you by any chance hear my sermon this morn ing?" Mark looked away, nncomfortabi. "Only part of it I was thinking pretty hard." . . , , "Of yellow braids snd a pretty com plexion," Courtney said to himself bit terly. Mark was frowning in an effort to recall and piece together detached phrases that hid flouted to him dur ing the service and then, finding no welcome, flatted sway. "It Has about," he said hesitatingly, "It was about a man fading his btg Idea." "I am flattered." The dry droll In flection was a concealment "The big Idea," said Mark vaguely, "does It mean tlod?" "Its His way of lifting the world forward. It's" Courtney stopped abruptly, with a hopeless smile. He looked away across the hllK Suddenly, with an oddly appealing geBtura. he turned again to Mark. All the inteusn longing of tho man who has dreamed and failed aud yet clung to some fragment of his hoie, paint ing his vision, breathed lu his words. "Some day you may remember 1 told you. It's the big ptupoBe that sometimes comes to the big, pnselon ste man, to accomplish some work for Its own sake; thst grips blm, drtvos him, makes him ruthless to his own desires, forgetful of his fallunxs and blind to everything but his task; thst transforms him Into a narrow sealot. a funatlo, but a power always a power, because he Is his purpose In carnate. It Is that without which the big man Is wasted, because he Is that dangeious, useless thing, a force un controlled. . . , It s what I wanted you to have." Mark stared. "I I'm afraid 1 don't understand." "Ami 1," Courtney cried, "I oan't make you understand! But you will know, when It conies to you." The Are began to die from his eyea and voice. "If It conies," he added. For a while Mark considered per plexedly this outburst. Then he dis missed It as one of the Incomprehen sible moments of a man whom, de spite oddities, he liked very much. He returned to the thought that had led to the moment. (Coiitiii iieil) It Worked A young lady took down the receiver and discovered that the telephone was in use. "I just put on a pan of lieans for dinner, she hoard one woman compla cently informing' another. She hung up the receiver, and waited. Three times she waited, and then, exasperated, she broke into the conversation. "Madam, I smell your beans burning, " she announced crisply. A horrified scream greeted the re mark, and the young lady was able to put in her call. Chris tian Endeavor World. "What is the name of your au tomobile?" "1 don't know? What do your folks call it?" Oh, as to that, father always says 'The Mortgage', brother Tom calls it The Fake'; mother, 'Limousine'; sister, 'Our Cir'; grandma, 'That Peril': the chauf fer, 'Some Freak' and our neigh bors, 'The Limit'. "--Life. T. M. Faison is visiting his sis tor in Randlenian, N. C, Let Us Furnish Your Table We can-do it from the most complete line of Groceries in Town We Guarantee Every Item 'Phone Ut Your Orders Rosemary Supply Company Phone 33 Rosemary, N. C. SUNSHINE SPECIALTIES How About That PALM BEACH SUIT? laundry Servic e Won't Satiafy you but wc guarantee every job of Cleaning and Pieningl 'Phone us and toe' i e n d for it I HOFFMAN SANITARY STEAM CLOTH ES PRESS Eath Hot or Cold EXPERT BARBERS ROSEMARY BARBER SHOP IUvfDnSirt, ROSEMARY, N. C CANDIDATES CARDS Political Advertising For Legislature I hereby announce myself a candidate for the House of Re presentatives from the county of Halifax, subject to the action of the Democratic Primaries to be , held on the 6th day of August. The support of the Democracy 'of Halifax county will be greatly ' appreciated by me. 1 7-17-31 W. L. Lony.. I For Register of Deeds I To the Voters of Halifax County. j 1 hereby announce myself a can ididate for re-election to theollice i of Register of Deeds, subject to the Democratic Primary, to be jheld on August, lilh, V.H 4, and j if elected I pledge to the people i of the County the same prompt ness and courtesy extended to jone and all. j Thanking the people of the County for the past support given me, l am, Respectfully, J. Huntkr Norman 7-17-4t. For Clerk of the Court 1 hereby announce that 1 shall be a candidate for the office of Clerk of the Superior Court of Halifax County, subject to tin decision of the Democratic pri mary to be hehl the tlth day of j August next. If nominated ami j elected, I promise to perforin the duties of the office to the best of Jmy ability, and with courtesy j and fairness to all who havedeal- ings with the office, as I have tried to do in the past. I fully realize my obligations to the people of my county for their support in the past, and will fully appreciate whatever support is given me in the coming primary. Sterling M. Gary Halifax N.C. July 13th, 1914. 7-17-3t For Clerk Superior Court To The Democratic Voters of Halifax County: A great many of my friends throughout the County having expressed the desire that 1 be come a candidate for the nomi nation for Clerk of Superior Court at the Democratic Primary to be held on Thursday, August 6th, 1914, I hereby declare myself a candidate for that position sub ject to the action of said primary. The primary was called sooner than was anticipated therefore it will be impossible for me to see every voter in the county person ally between now and August 6th, so I take this method of in forming you of my candidacy. I belong to no faction or com bination, and if nominated and elected, will try to perform the duties of the office to the satis faction of the whole people. I am appreciative of the con sideration shown me by the people of Halifax County in the past and will thank them for their support in the primary. W. T. Clement, July 14th, 1914. Enfield, N, C, 7-17-2t Call For Primary Election Thursday, August the fith., was the day fixed by the County Democratic Executive Committee at a meeting held at Halifax on the 6th. inst. for the nomination of legislative, county and town ship officers. The Dolls will be open at the voting precincts of each town ship from 7 o'clock A. M. to 6 o'clock P. M. and no longer. I All Democrats who in good I faith intend to abide the results of the primary are cordially in vited to participate in the same and express their individual pre- ferences for the different posi tions to be named. I. E. GREEN, Chairman. N. Fitzpatrick, Secretary. M. E. Faison returned last; Sunday from a visit to Norfolk. : Mr. and Mrs. L. S. Mosher en-; tertained a party of friends at rook on last Wednesday night Mrs. A. L. Baine and littte j daughter are here on a visit to Mr. Baine. We understand they j contemplate makiag their home ! here. t A BARGAIN A GUARANTEED No. 7 COOK 4 m CO X H CASH IOJ SllSNHin DNIOOD We also Carry a Full Line of New Perfection Oil Stoves WEBB & JONES Roanoke) Rapids ,1 I I. :) 1 "THE j" , To the date of Opportunity can be surely found bv -rw- the nvri'age man nowhere but in a SAVINGS AC iB COUNT. Vv "-:. (' I,..;- Are yon going to .start that Savings Account NOW? $'., Or will you be content to prowl around outside the ( J Gate while your more provident neighbor is reaping the benefits and advantages of 4'k PAID ON SAVINGS Rosemary Banking and Trust Company DR. E. H. ADKINS, Pre.Jmit T. W. MULLEN. Vice-Pre.ia.mt J. E. COX, Vice-Pre.idenl GEORGE CARMICHAEL, Ca.hicr DIRECTORS ( ,1 J E. BUCK. J. H.LYFK1.Y Dr. K. -Sir W. r. HOKNi .K T W.MUl l.KIN During this C rjuimiier vv ecuiier Why roast and stew over a hot kitchen stove when at less cost ami hardly a twentieth part of the heat, you can have the comfort and conven ience of cooking with a Perfection Oil Stove Simple, Scientific, Labor Saving No Fuss - No Bother - No Loss of Time No Red Hot Kitchen All Styles and Sizes for Sale here Hancock-House Co. Ri'wrt of tho I'imilitioii of The Rosemary Banking and Trust Company at Rosemary ' in the Sthto of North Carolina, al the clone of business June Illllh. 1IU4, KKWIIlKi KS Loans ami discounts $l'.t,.W l'4 Ranking Houses ,V.I!.(I.IKI Furniture and Fixtures 1,'J:IMW Due from Hanks and Hankers 3,2.M.4fi Hold coin Kil.lMi Silver coin, including all min or com ennvnev 7K'J.3!I Mi!ti"i'.n! Hunk N't"" "wl "h- er IJ. S. notes Ml'O.OIl Miscellaneous Kxpense ijMj Total, $.i5,ifu I.IAIitl.ll'IKS Capital stock paid in $11, 400. 00 llejiosits sulijecl to check . 1 S, fii!l. r2 Savings Deposits 6.20M.77 line to BankH ami Bankers 117.Sf Total, $:iii,2'.R1.14 State of North Carolina, County of Halifax, ss: I, F. C. Patterson, Cashier of the ahovenamed bank, do solemnly swear that the above statement is true to the best of my knowledge and beleif. F. C. Pattekson, Cashier. Subscribed and sworn to before me, this 6th day of July, l'.14 L. G. Shell, Notary Public. My Commission Kxpires Sept 1,1th, 11H6. Comet-Attest: K H. Adkins, T. W. MULLEN, J. E. CoX. - Directors. . f in O North Carolina KEY" thrift and economy. ft) -vr- & lb '' I H. ADKINS J E. COX L C. SHI i.l. (. Dr, T. W. M. I ONG A. T. WHITE in Sizlzing T jlI i A S39.00 CLOCK Reduced to $20.00. Terms easy. Guar- , an toed 25 years, any old clock in ex change. Springless clocks at $10 each, (iuarantoed 2" years. Come in and see them W. G. LYNCH, Jeweler Sanitary Barber Shop The home of Satisfactory Service in all kinds of BARBER WORK We would appreciate a trial POOL TABLES Theatre Building ROSEMARY, N. C. "
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