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v f1' h 4 i 4 v1 '-j. . f,-; -j.:rr ..: TUF YHT MINr-TrM nigPAYm- gA-Timp FT AFTERNOON, FEBRUARY .10, 1917. PAGE TWO 3- : v. i1 1 ' tl i i I'M m 5i' ' SI 1 thoiimt 1 il,liamto- my . I StV&ieniirie's Day Real Sort AH air (Special Correspondent of The Dis- sides. A clever darning bag of ere patch.) (By Margaret Mason.) "Oh .Valentino wilt thou be mine " "Indeed I will," said she, "If you can proVe you'll be a mine' Of geld and jewels tor me." I I 1 My all around housemaid Mary, packed up her grip and quit to get married right in the middle of my busiest social season. Mary had been our faithful servant for over five years. She was a sort of a "windfall." A friencTof mine who had moved to another city had left her to me and now that she was no longer mine, I didn't know where to find another. I was perplexed. And just as I had conclued that I must do my own work a happy thought struck me. Mrs. Smith's girl had left her a few days ago and she already had another. I must find out how she got her. And she told me a Business Local in The Dispatch Had brought her. And 1 profited by her experience and inserted one myself. And although I thought I would have to do my own work (Written for the United Press.) New York, Feb. 10. Alas poor lit tle Dan Cupid is trailing his rosy wings in the dust. He leans sad and discouraged on his quiver with a quiv er 01 his under Up. Since munition S millionaires are buying up hearts of w rubies and scarves of Point de Venise ! to present to their fair Valentines I February 14th, Cupid feels red satin hearts and paper lace frills won t ; have a chance. La wnere are uie payui tinsel valentines of yesterday? The i hand-painted satin hearts pierced with gilded carts. All amorousiy mscriDea XVwith some -choice end burning senti- inent fresh from a passionate poet's i pen. They are in the dust heap of I the Gods along with the broken vows, KS' shattered hearts and withered flow- SlM The modern m'aid is educated up to Vi more expensive love tokens. She in IJ'sists that the tinsel of her valentine i be at least fourteen karat, if not twen yvji ty-two. Her paper iace must be real i lace and any hearts coming her way $SS 1 must be shiny jeweled ones instead of shiny satin. $v I Even the more sensible good old -fashioned girl3 (and there really are V a few left) balk at a picture card to- f ! ken that is rich only In sentiment, i VV They will be made blissfully happy, I I rTio i hunt? 'on arrow shaped rods instead of the plain" brass lengths of curtain rod and it is trimmed m fat little stuffed hearts in lieu of the stuff ed silk apples which have leen all borne so monotonously by every darning bag this 'season. An irre sistible skating bag has a fat little kewpie in smiles and nothing else skating madly across its Side in yarn hroiderv. The . most elaborate, ornate and expensive of the valentine tokens I have glimpsed is a hear shaped brooch of rubies pierced by 'an ar- row of platinum from whose point drips a drop cf ruby gcre The nicest valentine gift I think, is a hand carved old gilt and blue wood frame enshrining the photograph ol the The Only Man m the World. And think what a practical and useful gift for next year it will so easy to change the photograph for another of the 1918 or more current Only Man . in The World. 4 HATCH PICKED TO WIN THE MARATHON. J 1 I .'. the heart of the- Aatartic . which Ly man H. Howe will present at the Ac ademy matinee' and night on next Wednesday. The humor is ail the Gallantry and heroism, tragedy andmore sprightly and refreshing be- comedy, humor, and pathos, triumphcause k is so naturaL Although the comedians are birds and animals an disaster all this and much morethey are so humanly amusing in ev- illumine from start to finish every foot of the wondrous filmation of Sirl Douglas Mawson's expedition into' cry ac n irresistible. that laughter is simply S'im of the noblest scenery in Am erica will alsor be shown during a ride through Yosemite National Park. It abounds with memorable views of jagged ptaks, incomparable visas of naturt and rivtrs, strolling majestically from dizzy heights. Then, too, a rich measure of merri-j 1 however, with a heart shaped box of sweets, a heart-shaped beaded bag or one of those lovely lingerie pillows of Cluny and filet lace, heart-shaped, ever a slip of rosy. sa.t:n. S j Heart-shaped pincushions to match Kj are also appropes and there are pack ! ages of delicately tinted satin hearts i ot sachet that are to by sniffed at and yet won't be. Heart-shaped birch bark baskets and ones of tinted wil- Jj low filled with flowers are most at-1 i tractive gifts that one shop which is j XA XV 11.1 -y v t3 J 1 H. M J VI w -. x x. v ens is showing. There are all sorts of heart-shaped jewel boxes, too, ranging from gold, ! silver and carved ivory down to equal- j ly effective and less expensive lac ; quer, brass, ivorine and pewter. If i you send one of these with this telling little sentimunl borrowed from one of William Winter's poems: '1 send you, dear, an empty heart, But send it from a very full one." ou cannot fail to win the gratified doratlon of your Valentine lady. If vou have the iace to do it a heart-shaped picture frame of silver or colored leather makes a pictur esque valentine and there are heart shaped crystal vials of perfume rare, fit for the most fastidious of noses. Love often smiles on one who ex- To bag a heart "with" a heart-shaped! bag would seem to be a popular J sport this Feb. 14 for the varieties j of valentine bags offered is most be wildering. There are sewing bags and darning bags and vanity bags and shopping bags and skating bags and m it PDQR APPETITE ludicates Digestive Ineificien When the stomach becomes weak, the liver inactive and 1 the bowels clogged, your appetite is quickly affected. Consequently, you soon feel rundown. f You Need You require a safe tonic and appe. tizer one that will help strengthen the digestive forces This realtySuggests a fair trial of Help Nov ft mm i T"; Jti riSTOMAG bitter: 7 Stop, Look and Buy ment and humor are providtd by the ! at aji quaint antics and rollicking humor! Not all of them are heart-shaped by of entirely new and original animat- any means, although the majority are ed cartoons. but some, especially the beaded ones, New York, Feb. 9. Sidney Hatch, the veteran Chicago marathon runner, has been picked generally by sporting experts to win the pennant A. C. Mod ified Marathon, which takes place here on Washington's Birthday. Some good local talent enlisted, however, and Hatch probably will be given a lively tussle. Hatch will do- the bulk of his training in this city. V The Shoe for Yon at .IRADE MARKECJS RftT.Off GE0KOTH COM WW Peterson & Rulfs Wilmington's Largest and Best Shoe Store" 9IC ystery of My Rlag n yu By Elsie Endicott TAND in line, ladies and gentlemen. You men hold your hands up higher! Don't look so scared. Nobody's going to hurt you unless " All J.1 feSQ gers on Jalapa mi stage shivered at the significance of the broken sent ence, as the short but powerfully built bandit directed them what to do. The chief carried no gun, but he wore a well-filled cartridge belt, and tho crowd he had lined up on the road side felt quite sure he had within easy reach a dozen pistols, though they only saw them in their excited wits. Severs i large, swarthy men. however, Btood hard by, with guns ready. One of the bandits was in front, near the lead horse. The driver was uncon cernedly sitting on his box with crossed legs, smoking a cigarette. He had been stopped on the highway be fore, and knew the consequences of getting excitedl One of the bandits threw a saddle blanket on the road near the prey, who-were told to "con tribute." With sighs and half-voiced protests the passengers placed their purses and -jewelry on the blanket. The leader did not search them, and when the formality was over he signified they might return to the coach. As a rather thfn young man was about to climb up beside the driver, the bandit touched him on the shoul der. "Pardon, senor," he said, "but you !will stay with me." "What do you mean?" inquired the amazed traveler. "Haven't you got Xny nioney? What more do you want?" The bandit, with a smile, pointed to the collection. "Take yours back," he directed: "Youiave no toll to pay. I just want frou." One of the men Inside the coach Btarted to make an argument for his fellow traveler. The hitherto smiling face et the bandit gave away to storm clouds. "Shut up!" he said to the man In the coach. Then to the driver: "Bos co, toss that picture box and things down here. This young man's going to stay with me. Don't throw, you fool they're not sand. Hold on a minute! " Stop ! " Then to the young , . ' ' t - ' - ,,., V- "Joe Scott. St. Louis." "All right, Mr. Joe Scott of St. Louis. Get your box ready for a pic ture this is as good a chance as you'll get. Prlesa!" "A picture of what?" "Come! Come!' said the bandit, im patiently. "If you're down in this country to take pictures, you must know what I mean. Get your machine ready while I line 'em up again. Bosco? "Yes, senor." "You keep your eye on Mr. Scott here, and have those crowbaits of your3 move tho hearse whichever way he wants. People, I'll have to trouble you to line up again. The photogra pher's most ready. You needn't both er about trying to look pleasant I know you couldn't. Joe Scott, a young newspaper man with a damaged set of lungs, had been ordered South by his doctor, and had been commissioned by a wealthy friend to investigate a mining prop osition near Jalapa. He thought the route was far outside of military ac tivity, but had not taken into consid eration a possible independent band. It wasn't until the bandit chief spoke about the picture that the news value of the situation struck him and then he glanced curiously ui his captor. He Saw only a short, sarthy man, with fierce black mustsih and bristling eyebrows, but there was something about: the way he wore his hat that suggested an American more than a Mexican. And then Ms English was accurate, save for a geial Irish twist now and then. "Say, ' chief ," said Scott, now fully in the spirit of the thing; "you ought to be there with a gun pointing at 'em." ' The Women screamed. "Oh, no! It might go off!" objected a young woman who hdd "contribut ed" a small purse and a bracelet. The leader seized a gun from one of his men, opened the magazine, and fobk" out the cartridges. "See," he smiled, "the teeth are out of it." The place where the holdup oc curred was in a cut through the side of the mountain. At either end tho road ' curved sharply. Just - as the .dramatis personae were picturesque ly deployed for"the camera there , was the crash of hoofs, and a company of United States soldjers swept into Jhe norShjpnd, of fV'r-- The bandit leader, in a lightning movement, slipped the cartridges into his gun, but Joe Scott, not relishing the prominence of his position in the play, and its probable consequences to himself, seized an inspiration born of the approaching cataclysm. "Steady, men!" he warned. "Chief, stand right where you are! Don't move on your life! Tell your men to hold their positions!" Turning up the cuffs of his sleeves In a casual manner, Scott then walked down toward the approaching horse en and held up his hand. Every rider had his pistol out and seemed on the point of using it, but reined up when the solitary unarmed man stood in the middle of the road. "Cap," said Scott, as if preferring a most natural request, "would you mind staying where you are a min ute till I get the picture of the hold up? I've ju3t got 'em posed right." And Scott looked up and smiled pleas antly at Uncle Sam's fighting men. "This is a queer how-de-do," pant ed the leader of the troop. "Have I been summoned here to take part in a fool moving-picture show?" "I don't know who called you here Captain," responded Scott, good-naturedly. "We just got together a lit tle crowd to frame up a robbery for the camera. You can walk up and see it if you like." r"But I was told that Rojas' gang was holding upr the stage!" fumed the officer. "Maybe he was," admitted Scott, "but this isn't a holdup not a real one. Just as soon as I get the picture taken I'm going to hand over all the property to the passengers, and the stage will go on. But please keep your people back a bit till I get my picture." The 'officer reluctantly ordered his men to hold their positions, while he narrowly watched the proceedings about the coach. : Scott managed to get near the ban dit as he returned, and whispered: "I gave him the best I could, but he isn't more than half satisfied. We'll have to tumble this stuff bacK In the coach when we're' through." ' ' The chief gave an almost imper ceptible nod of assent, and Scott worked about posing" his subjects in a most matter-of-fact way. He knew the cavalry captain was watching his every move, and he -appreciated the jact that the chances-were more thai favorable for his being taken along with the gang, if he made a false play. He tried very hard to get the dark eyed young lady traveler who had con tributed her purse and bracelet to smile at him for the sake of Its effect on the United States army captain, but she Insisted with relentless realism on playing the part of the indignant person who was robbed. The picture was taken from several viewpoints, and the ruse might have worked with the soldiers, but when Scott did the very thing he thought would help most returning the prop erty the passengers showed such de lighted surprise that it instantly re awakened the suspicions of the sol diers. During the whole performance the passengers had kept still, fearing if they called out to the cavalry they would be shot by the bandits, who were holding their guns pointed at them. Scott helped the female passengers back into the coach, and this time the dark-eyed girl having received her property back smiled on him, but It was too late to save the situation. As the coach disappeared around the bend at the end of the cut, the cavalrymen rode up, and the leader announced: "This may be all right, as this man here tells me, but'it's got a funny look about it, and I'm not going to risk it. You fellows can come to the fort with me, and if the Colonel will" accept the explanation, youyll be released. You can carry your guns, however, if "you want to." Scott glanced at the bandit chief, saw in his face a swift look that meant mischief, and he went up to him. "Don't do it," he warned. "You'll only -get shot down you and the whole bunch. I'll stay with you, and maybe it will come out all right." - Scott at the time, could .rot reason out why he took such an interest In this desperate man, whom, only a short while before, he had regarded as his mortal erfemy: " Butrnorsome inexplicable feeling of comradeship had arisen toward him, and she was taking an interest in the ' adventure that was as surprising as , ft was fas cinating. : 'c A horse was found for Scott, and vhe rode alongside the bandit. both prisoners of war. And as the day wore on the bandit told his Compan ion the secret of his life. You doubtless know'$mn;&mer lean," he said. "At the same time I'm Rojas, and the minute we arrive at the fort they'll have my identity established. But that Isn't the worst of it. I'm a deserter from the Ameri can army. The did Colonel at the fort knows me well, and some of the other men who've been there a long while will recognize me. That's what I was thinking of when the Captain said we'd have to to the fort. We might have tried ti thing out then and there his men and mine if you hadn't said no. I had a girl up there in God's country the United States." The bandit glanced at the flag waving in the column ahead. "Once my coun try," he Went on, with a wistful ex pression. "We had named the day. Then a man came "from across the border. He was tall, black-eyed what some girls' call handsome. To make it short, he won her from me. When he , came smiling " around to where I was, I told him if I ever heard of his mistreating her I'd kill him. He laughed at me. She went across the border with him. and in a month was dead of a broken heart. He never crossed the border again, and I couldn't go across without permission. The rules were very strict There was nothing but' to cut loose. So I'm on the army books; Allen Tharp, de serter renegade. Down here I had to live. This" man I was looking for became " the head ; of a: risvojutionar party; he called it: bandits; to fact. To get to him I had to get. tip a batftT. Yes, I robbed" right, and left. I be came as bad as: the Worst. My men would follow me to hell: If I could catch that fellow, when I was through with him I'd go back to the Colonel and say, I have sinned. You don't know how that old yearning com e back to a fellow who's wrn tBe uni form of Uncle Sam. God! I'd almost quit my hunt to get back--as a mati. But now now -" '.J : v :" A rider suddenly approached from the -.direction of the border. :He ex changed, a few words with the Cap tain, who halted tha troop. Then lie rode back to where Rojas and Scott w6te, .and spoke to the former f "Pintds 'revolutionists ? ire" between us ind the border and are going to try to intercept iv. Will you men give your word of 'honor' you will re main where 1 tell j ou until it's over?" Rojas eyeB had strange light in them. ; "Remember," said the Captain as group of prisoners. "I'm trusting you fellows." "We'll be good. Captain," said Ro jas. The officer put spurs to his horse and placed himself at the head of his troopers. The two forces met on a plateau between long reaches of hill3. Pintos crowd came yelling and firing their carbines. They largely outnum bered the United States company, and this gave them confidence. The two forces swept through each other and wheeled. Several men lay on the ground, and riderless horses rushed frantically about the field. At the next charge the Mexicans execut ed a maneuver only possible because of their superior numbers. : Just be fore the two Commands met, Pinto's horsemen divided, in the center and when the United States force swept through, the Mexicans attacked them from the sides and rear. It looked like a massacre. "Here, Joe Scott,' said Rojas, "take this handing him a reVolver-"I got two more. We're going to mix in. Camaradas! Rescatar!" The brigands, with -a chorus of ac claims, swung in behind their chief. They swept in on the flank of Pinto's divided command like a cyclone. A dozen saddles ' Were emptied before the revolutionists ' hardljr saw their foe. When they did, they turned to meet Rojas band, and the hard-pressed United States soldiers were; given" a chance to reform. Lboking: across to where the reinforcements were en gaged, the Captain saw the giant Pin to and the bandit chief . rush at each other .11K6 tigere; with the shock their horses reared," the two formidable an tagonists; seemed to' empty their re vpiyers; at each other, and both fell frpta their leaping steeds Then ' the" United States line, re fdrmed aridjfjfue, isiwept llke-a hurri cane at the other section of the enemy, and after a hot; sanguinary encounter, the Mexicas' who survived broke and fled across the plateau Their leader out of the action, and themselves fiercely beset "by the sav age volunteers of Rojas, the other party quit the field in. haste, their flight accorripanied by the cracks crack crack of the 'pursuing ban dits' carbines. -7 - The Captain rode over to the part of the field that had been won by Rojas men. He saw Scott trying ,to unclasp the chef's j ; Jong, I fingers from their fatal clasp around Pinto's throat. "There, there! Allen," soothed Scott. "He's done for. What's the use?" At this Rojas looked up with a faint smile, and the deadly fingers re laxed. 'Thats the man ! he whispered. "He he took Mary from me! The chief's face was un scarred, but there was a great hole in his breast, and the blood from it was pounru over his dark blouse. The right liana clutched spasmodically at the place The army ' captain stood over w wounded bandit. The followers o Rojas were standing a little Daw. resting their guns on the earth, aj looking sorrowmully at the man ""u had led them so long. . "My good fellow," said the fapta-n, as he knelt beside ta- vounded man. "are you hurt bad?': h. "They've done for me, Captain. said, "but its all right; its all ngn "I owe you an apology for ha un suspected you," the officer frankly a mitted. "I was wrong. Von are good man you'd be a credit to United States army." 0 Under the dark, bushy pyebro ws the bandit there was a lightning n-J and the racked form quivered 1 the intensity of feeling. "What is it?" asked the officer. "The flag the flag!" - Scott understood, though the tain did not, and he hastened to the banner of the nation from tne iii or T17 n r -noa crnarn v l. ' ' " ' uu n ao HUuiw'n the pole so the folds of the flag s - ' before the eyes of the chief. reached a shaky hand out. ana banner to within lowered the grasp. Darkness had fallen teau with' ironical swiftness. diers were ministering to the the Tho so woun ded in different parts of the n,a-f .a5t notes of some wild bird of the iu . 1. Tl T?l mil . A n nhl I "i I ' I fill ri uui a iivnc eiuuc i-uai" - hills came vesper bell bowed their beads. the faint tinkle of tbe The men standing a .9 From down hunt- " C a valley was heard the cracK u - be er's gun. The bandit heard it. a raised himself up on his el- "Company, charge!" he cca- re. eyes blazed, and then he suaucJ laxed and fell back, clutched i- to his lips, and murmured: M 1 1 Km ' VI 4- ..
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