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- if - 'SfV" X:CSA, k - 1 I . f I- u Only AfCorziccn VOLTJIIE SO. STOPJES OUT OF SCHOOL (By 8. fl. FARABKE.) Mr. W, p. Scott laid aside his stick and. teft. unfinished the half-page ad. mat ne was netting. Mr, "ficfltt la a , printer, Justice of the peace, and poll ticlan. But since this story Is not con cerned with the political ijhase "of Mr. , Scott's", life except Insofar 'as It tias bearing on his. magisterial life, it will not be worth' while to emphasise the . political phase too much. Though if he hadn't been a politician, he wouldn't to .a magistrate, fend there 'wouldn't' be a , tale to tell. Mr Boott is well known In ' Raleigh. Indeed, It is doubtful If there Is a man In the whole city with so wide an acquaintance.-1 One of Mr.8c6tfa! acquaintances approached .hlm the other :. day and asked him to perform, the - ceremony. Of course Mr. Scott agreed. He was ta receive five dollars. .. The justice of the peace, howeveiy'had never ; learned the ceremony and he deglred to repeat It without looking at It. That's why when one stepped back Into the mechanical deportment of The Times office one could see Mr. Scott leaning upon his case, with open book In hand, and murmuring slowly to himself, "Will you take this man for your lawful husband?"For several days the magis trate went over tho ritual .and tecame thoroughly familiar with It. .When Mr. Scott was ready to tie the knot,, fie read i in the papeY that the yomg couple had already married. "I don't mind memorizing that busi ness," said he afterwards, "and I don't mind missing that Ave dollars, but I do mind not having the privilege of kissing the bride. Yes, sir, she was a pretty girl and I would like to have kissed her." . ' .'Up to May 'V the oldest inhabitant could have told you of a time when It was Just exactly like it is this spring. How well he remembered the date: It was just thirty-four years before his oldest boy John was born, and . John was born la the spring shortly after . , , , ... , , , , I iu mna winter mai gave everyoouy. such bad colds. Tfur oldest Inhabitant remembers things that happened a long, time ago. He remember, the time when the .now, inntatd of falling white fell 5t 1 t' tm,H 1 .T "Th ,tht r m Up to May 1 the Oldest Inhabitant j-nulit hVeglvert;yCu'-a taraTOTto ttila' An - usual spring. . lip to June 1 ha couldn't. His memory,' he admits,, runneth not so far back- that he can recall a season that Is similar to the one that Is so fashionable just at this time. - Andrew rn from the press room up thesteps to the city editor's office. ; "Frisco, my dbg, is dead,' he an nounced. "I want you to write about . her." . ; "Do yqu desire a. simple obituary or a -eulogy?" the cub reporter asked him. - "It don't make any difference, but write your best." .. Andrew was sincere about the matter. He loved Frisco. For ten days ho had nursed the little common pug dog In the hope that It would get well. Frisco This is a rlioi u ft r. J n r, who liai 1 .nn a cmoatlc mi i f t' c T rnch home at Lh!,cki d. . X,. . r ,,: . V I -'5 x I Pcpcr, CQtyccn TZl-E 11ALEIGH EVENING second SECTION.. got fastened ,, between two wails .one night and couldnt crawl "out. Then, week later, Frisco filed. Andrew la th janitor of The Times building, and Frisco was h.s pet That's all there la to the matter to 'all but Andrew. To him there is Tar more. , In a way one can sympathise with Andrew In the. loss of his pug. A dog is such a devoted creature. Even FtIbco "thOUKHt " more of Andre- than she IBlcl of anybody 'else. He might cuff her, tint she .would lick his hand; might keep her hungry, but she would follow mm. To -her Andrew was king. A v-"-. ..-v To your dog H makes no difference bow the World knocks you. When ymi approach, you will ba greeted with: the same cordiality. He wit) pay yon the same homage that he would a prince- and there Is nothing else In (His 'world that will do it. Every man thut owns a dog 1s a hero. Even Andrew was hero. Tho great train trembled fate th station' shed. A man with a lantern dropped from a car and crawled- be' heath. A banging gonrtd Issued' from under tho car, air escaped with at hiss, a lantern described circles; and si coaches went clattering drnvfi th track, A bell Jangled, the conductor cried "Board," the big onglne groaned and panted, and the train disappeared in the night. - One Of the pesianfest : 'experiences that one can hare while waiting for his train 1s for an eld man, with Just a little hay-seed 1n hi hair, to timidly approach and enquire, 'Bo you from the west?" In any cfty in Worth Care- Una this is likely to batmen , Tou are also asked what kind of business "might you be in." And then and there you start up k conversation that whiles ,1 , ''j main o.i y i , v. . nm nuiuu " " -1 . fc..u-j,,' . w.r.fiiw neVawjualn. , p,.i-i nrt backward tt, iartln With the en. ,r M , ihl -ommllntty, than you Jte dn yonrs. Somehow r . fc.l-.j-i. ....LiuiiiJMI.IM -titf -Yiil iir M ' i,A, w,miVlM to camp for several hours. BJt 'every 'body has tyet Jtufus In eveVy city 'and town In North Carolina, and everybody UKes nim. If you Were to meet Rufus In Wash ington, or New York, you would be rather Wary of. him,. Were you to;, become friendly with him up there, you might be sending a telegram collect to some body down In the Tar Heel state you might want enough money to buy ticket home. But here in Tarheella you are not afraid of any bunco game; you know that Kufus Is a good cltlxen and you delight in his society. "You may state In your paper," said , (Continued on Pago 10.) t- I ,, t f- Im a liclow is a llc Hlahmond and 'K;aWv';y'V.sl RALEIGH, This 'picture is from a photograph . . 'j' w.- 1 v.' ' Ji the Official Of the Western Miner's Federation, now on trial for his life for the murder of Governor Steunen berg, and his two daughter. The younger girl, sitting on her futher's knee, is Henrietta, and the older Is Misa Vcrnie. r I'---.-- -..'. "I am blind, Iena. Come to'Tne." The words of that message kept hum ming through her brain. At times she repeated them to herself wth voiceless movement oi ner lips. Ai omer tiinoa she ran over them backward, counting the letters In each word, and wonder ing drearfly'why Bhe felt compelled to do so. ' Again she found herself ques tioning i;Whether there was; any. ,; real meaning In those sound symbols after all.. In trutn, she was dazed. After the first flash of comprehension, when her racing thoughts had impelled her to Instant action, her mind had become blurred.' She could no longer realize fully the fact the words were Intended to convey. . . ; "i'A An hour ago the rollicking. music of her banjo had been ringing through her ' Uncle Bcntley's home. . She was playing, and her little cousins; Nan and Dora,, were dancing. The bare; ollsh ed floor 'beneath their flying feet was bright -with the reflection of orange flames spurting from a huge bubbling pine-knot, off which the turpentine fell In biasing drops in the deep stone fire place,. At one side of the hearth, long' stemmed clay -pipe In mouth; sat her uncle, mustached and goateed, hla long, Icatherly Napoleon - 1IL face lit . with a smite of .placid, enjoyment. His wife, the 'children's mother," white-hatred, buxom, 'rosy i, as . some,. blooming- maid lamp In hand, was just entering the room from the kitchen. 'JA nj; Llisle ' stood In 4 the centre of the room, with one foot on the rung ot a chair and the banjo resting lightly tip- on her knee. ; The young romps caper ing around her .had, pulled' down ! her long, thick, half-curling black hair un til it - rolled la a softly lustrous flood over shoulders,- back and bosom,! end had encircled her brow with e, wreath of - red oleander sprays, . Imagine the picture the must have presented to -tha young horseman pounding up the fire lit doorway under the mosses that fell floating out of the depths on depths of water -oak foliage above. , - That's Lonely i After," - said; Mrs. Bentley, catching sight of his approach ing figure under the trees. ' ' ' Tunka, tunka, : tunkt ' ' B-r-r-r-rpIi R-r-t-r-rpl 'rang the banjo, flinging out i the headlong, jubilant passion of "My Black-eyed Daisy" in a flery spray of music that set the blood 'to 'dancing and made the rafters ring. ', . : Hooray l" squealed Now, throwing up her freckled little star Of fnce and spinning around on her toes. - "Oh, Atlanta With Leased VJiro and WC, SATURDAY, JUNE 8, taken in the court-room at llolse. "MIM'' By WALT KB 1 JACKSON. A ain't this Jolty! My! I believe I c'd keep it up all nl-lght." 'So c'tl I," laughed Dora, cutting quaint didoes as she whirled; and her high young treble suddenly took up the refrain of the song, asserting with panting vehemence that If she couldn't glt. that black-eyed gal she sho'ly would go crazy, she sho'ly would go crazy; yelvM she couldn't git that black-eyed gal, she sho'ly would go crazy, ''tiptter full Miss Lizzie," Interrupted a, nazal drawl at the door. ',' B-r-r-r-rp! And then quick silence. Lizzie had dropped ojie hand across the strings neur the bridge, and was look ing ;with huge, nuestlonmg eyes at the longl sallow, solemn visage bending down ovos the horse s neck In the doorway; f'For me?" She went forward a step. Nan wrinkled her little nose disgusted ly, ana Doru vented her disappointment in an explosive "Aw, shueks!" Lizzie herself . was pale as with sudden fear. "JJid you say the letter was for .me. Lonely?" ;.??-' - "Yoher." He bent from the saddle, holding out an envelope. "Reckon hit's Xum ' vo' slstuh," he said. "Wrttin' looks lak hern." ; fv V' " "It Is," Buid tho girl. 'The hand in Which she held the letter was ' now trembling visibly. "I . wonder;'',, "- she added, and stopped, a deep glow mount lag to her cheeks, und as quickly fadv Ing. "Thank you, Lonely,;, she said as she-turned away. . r. AX A .i ; Lonely After smiled a solemn acknow ledgement, it may be. remarked In passing that ho wore his whimsical name W a badge of his father's mourn lng. . He had made his appearance on this planet' a yeai', after 'the death of h Is parents' lirst borh, iand; his sire iiad perpetuated the memory of ft lonely hearthstone In thus naming this eecond boy. , And therein the old man' proved himself something of a seer. If he had searched the wide world - over ffor 7 a name-that would fit his boy as the lat ter developed from youth into manhood, he would never havo found ono ntoro suitable to Lonely After' appearance. As he- rode away from the. door, ho looketr bade 'with hungry, melancholy eyes, and saw Lizzie approach the (Ire. The soft 'thutnpi 'thump of Htreatlng hoofs -was yet sounding 'in 'the room when he 'turned tin th hearth "with her ba"c:k, td'theJtiase Ind tere' open the letth'r-'"'.'-f V-'-v!' '5' ' 'WaltV ttzzie.; ' j'Lc'mm'c ' light ':the5 lamp nirnln," snld her aunt, rising.', : ''No, Uoh't, ; please. I can see well 1907. Idaho, showing W. D. Haywood, ...Jt-isl.-.AAAAAA . a - slsrts'i si ft aiiisaftsTki sf IrinrVVVTMrlri w W IV WW WWW fVl sr sr sr enough right here," said the girl's low voice. That fact was patent. It was only that Mrs. Bentley s sympathies were aroused, and she felt the need of do lng or saying something. She knew Lena Herbert, the writer of that letter, better far than Lizzie herself knew her, and she hud long since guessed a sad secret that Lizzie believed hidden in her heart belond the reach of all human ken. Mrs. Herbert's rather Infrequent letters therefore always aroused In Mrs. Bentley a feeling of passionate resent ment toward the woman who wrote them and of compassion for Lizzie, whom they ever seemed to stab with poignant pain. Nan and Dora cuddled down in great split-bottomed rocker beside their mother, and with arms around each other's waists, began swinging violent ly to and fro. Mr. Bentley lifted his face to blow a cloud of white smoke toward the celling and to ask with his placid smile: "What's she say, Lizzie? All wal?" "Sir," gasped the girl. Her aunt sprang up and ran to her. "Honey, you look pure sick. You're as white as the wall:' Here, set down, child do, befo' you drop in. a faint." .."Faint? Me?" Lizzie broke Into a weak,1 wild laugh. Why, I never fainted in my life, aunt." She gave the elder woman a swift, fond hug, then tpurned; to uiiclo. "At what time does the train the . south-bound, I mean- pass Waccamaw, Uncle Will?" "Less see. Ten-thirty, aint it? Yas, thass rl-lght. But what wakes -you ask, Lizzie? Whass to pay, tittle gal?' "I want to catch lt--I MUST. You'll let me have. a horse, won't you? Lena, 'i liar voice died. She crushed the letfor into a ball In her shaking hand aha thrust it into her bosoni. With fever ish haste, she caught up her flowing" black hair, and began wreathing It around her head In heavy, lustrous Coils.- ' i " Mr. Bentley got tipon his feet.': ;'Is she siok," he asked, ana without wait ing Tor a reply1, went "to the Hoof to send but .a Tinging call for .Lonely After. ;"'I say, "LIzzlq," "he aed,-Wok'. Ing back over his shoulder, "got any money? - You'U heed Mme; child." ThaflK youuncw, yes. "1 Vks afrald but Uncle Josh tend Polly: eo'I brought but "Uncle Josh and PoIIyriO'I brought,' all' t had tn 'the- hotise ometlrmg "over thirty dollars. . I shan't nnt half that , (Continued on PageJ10.) ,v 'A-4 :V' '-vi. v-.V'-A.'s'.-'i'i1';',';'- Full Press Dispatches TIME PAGES 9 TO 12 o S THE CONVICT (Uy Carl Muusnian.) , It was noon. The dark, gray walls of the old penitentiary were baking in the rays of the burning sun, which fell like searchlights through the little windows Into the narrow cells within. The inside walls, like the outside ones, were cheerless and gray, with nothing to relieve the monotony of their blinds but printed copies of the prison regula tions, which consisted only of the things prisoners wer not allowed to do. The work wont slowly, and the long ing for the outside world, the blue sky and the green fields grew in the hearts oi many 01 uie napless ueuiKS oeniiiu lock and bars. Nobody felt less working than the giant prisoner in the Hccond tier of cells, who was feared of Hie wardens and his fellow prisoners be cause of his enormous strength and violent temper. Just now he was try ing to make a baskekt, hut time and again his hands dropped down into lit" lap and he listened to the regular knockings on the water pipes, which, like tho wireless telegraphy, carried messages from cell to eell. A sinilc spread over the face of the giant when he suco-cilcd in putting the letters together to words uial the words to sentenc-CH. Suddenly I he smile dis appeared, and In its place, came a hard almost ferocious expression. Steps wore heard outside in the hull. It was the turnkey. The convict saw him, so to speak, with his cars, coming down the lorn,- hall, broad shouldered, well nourished and self-sutislied, car rying his bunch of keys In his hand. What could he want there this time of the day, when it was the rule never to disturb the convicts? The giant was literally foaming with fury. Was he to 1. n.mtaV.,..! ........ ...., violation of the rules? The keepers al- ; ways knew how to find fault in those they did not like. Nearer and nearer came the steps, and now they stopped outside the door. A thought shot like lightening through the convict's brain. The turnkey was alone. Undoubtedly there was not even a guard in the hall during the quiet noon hour. Behind 1 the loose brick in the wall was a sharp piece of Iron, which he had sharpened during the long monthB he had been confined to the cell. Outside the sun was shining, the birds were singing and the woods were green. A key turned In the door. The turnkey came In, but in the same moment ho fell to the ground as if struck down by lightening. With terrible force the giant had buried the sharp Instrument in his temple. The convict did not even look at his victim. With staring eyes he sneaked dokvn the hall. Every moment he stop ped, listened and looked around. He felt nothing but a great Joy at tho success of his deed. Now the road to freedom was open, the prison door was open, there was no guard outside. The giant had now reached the yard. It was as if Heaven itself had decided that he should be a free man. Near the wall stood a chopping block and a ladder. He placed the ladder on top of the block, vaulted over the wall and let himself fall down on the outside. For a moment he laid there absolute ly quiet without moving hand or foot. 6 tt. .:J ':if ''3:: m i E - Jf: pffip. iKfef'. I--' , . 18 : i . . . , . l anis Is the UucheSH f Si.nchester and wn, wtio 'i r husband, Cie -Duke, and her father, mKukcsic Zinunerman, the . -..:;cd for Knjcland, the Critic,. iThe-Mmchesters .were with lr. i .is, James Henry Smith, in Japait, When he di ed, and they arrnmpank-d hi wklow so'.thls country.'- vri .-v-,ia:v.-.:i..-,r,', v PRICE fic Had he broken a limb in the fall? No, he felt plainly that he was un hurt, and he had only one thought--4o get rtivay. 7 He Jumped to his feet and ran a fast as his trembling legs would carry him across fields, over hedges and fences, until he reached the woods, panting and exhausted. Completely tired out, he threw him self down In the grass under a shady beech tree, and, half asleep, looked through the green foliage at the blue sky and the white clouds beyend, A sinner to whom the gates of heaven had opened could feel no happier than , he did. . ' But only a short hour was L'ven him r to enjoy his liberty. Suddenly he heard a noi3e of many voices, footsteps and excited signals. He HJuinped to his feet, picked up a' heavy branch lying close to him In thu to him in Urn I A I f i it around hisX hW ,: a doer in tlnfl following him,pLv later the glantVi grass, and, brandishing head, he disappeared as woods. n',,., iatw m, wra frtllnwlns him. ' - - - " lArX however. Five minutes later the giants'. . , i lay Dounu ana gagged on me a""""' with a rifle bullet in his leg. He was carried back to the pentten tiary in triumph. The inspector stood In his office hind the rail ai.d looked at him ste The convict , who was now chained hand and font, cast down his eyes and seemed absolutely buiken. He mumbled something i himself, which, sounded likcan ivtusc: "Why did he uoracf . A shadow of sincere sorrow came tn-"" to the Inspector's face as he answered in an almost inaudible voice: "I sent lllm to bll!"' 'ou nore Uat 1 ml?ht form you that you nail oeen paraoiiBu. Then thu niuuljicr was led back to his cell. Saicbhmer Arrested. (By Leased Wire to The TJma,) Augusta, Ga., June .Will Srmmons of Albany, N. Y., supposed to be one of a gang or yeggmen who soma week ago blow up three large safes at Oli ver, Ga,., and got away with a consid erable eum of moneyj'fSve ai witsd and is in jail m Savannah. He will be ; carried to Oliver tonight or tomorrow... AVomen "Newspaper-Men." (By Leased Wire to The Times.) Norfolk, Va., June i--The Women's National Press Association was wel comed to the Jamestown Exposition by President Tucker for the exposition and by Silas Snyder, chief of the exposi tion press bureau, and response was made by Mrs. Ellen M. Cromwell, pres ident of the association. Mrs. James E. Gilber, of Washing ton, D. C, delivered the invocation. Out of 212,000 women in Austra lia qualified to vote, 174 exercise the right of franchise. , Twenty minutes of rain in a year is sometimes all that Southern Egypt , gets, and there Is no dew in that country. 1 i:0Am lis i. J t Vtf ClttAt 711.' A
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