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. ^ -1 -;■?■■■ ‘y. ;sfe T*. - HOKE COUNTiilJOURNAL, RAEFOBO/N. C. !■> '■> / \f/ Wliat do /ou oaMUi bf « ii««r ,^iiul ot mral ocbooIT** *lt would b« corrclited ‘wlA rural life. It would cet educatloo out of the thlufa the fermen and farmera* wives are Interested In as a part of tbdr lives.'* ' ^ Jennie looked serloas, after amotli* cring a laugh. j “Jim,” said abe, “jroQ’re going to have a hard enough time to succeed In the Woodruff school, lf,ypu conflnp yourself to methods that'have bees tested, and found good.” ’ { “But the old methods,** ui^ed Jim, “have been tested and found bad 8haU I keep to them?” v ated, and a'nother of those personal, i mid for those of the other ia^ pbcullarltles which had marked him as ■ ^j^jj scratch, the colonel rose "cSJ THt goaOi-jne^tfiu. coMPaMv SYNOPSIS CHAPTER I.—Jennie Woodruff con temptuously refuses to marry Jim Ir win. younc farm hand, because of his flnanclal condition and poor prospects. He ia intellectually above bla station, and baa advanced ideas concerning the possibilities of expert school teaching, tor which he Is ridiculed by many. CHAPTER n.—More as a Joke than otherwise Jim is selected as teacher of the Woodruff district scbooL \ CHAPTER III.—Jim, in his new post- V tion. seta out to make stanch friends of his pupils, especially two boys, New ton Bronson and "Buddy" Simms, tho latter the son of a shiftless farmer. > Colonel Woodruff, Jennie's father, has little faith in Jim's ideas of improving rural educational methods. He nick names him the "Brown Mouse,” In 11- : lustration of an anecdote. was pretty badly friglHened and much embarrassed, passed among them, get ting them enrolled, setting them to work, wasting much time and labor ing like a heavy-laden barge in a sea way. "That feller’ll never do,” said Bon ner to Bronson next day. “Looks like a tramp in the achoolroom." “Wearin’ his best, 1 guess,” |ald CHAPTER IV.—Jim's conduct of the achool, where he endeavors to teach the children the wonders of nature ^nd some of the scientific methods of farming, as well as "book learning," is condemned. 'Bul, True to bis belief In honest, tborongh work, like a general prepar ing for battle, he examined his field of operations. His manner of doing thla seemed to prove to Colonel Woodruff, who watched It with keen interest as —Boiuetbliig new In the world, that Jim Bronson. “Half the kids call him ‘Jim,’ ” said Bonner. “That's all right with me,” replied Bronson. “The room wak as noisy as a cau cus,” was Bonner's next Indictment, “and the fiure was all over corn like a hog-pln." “Ohl 1 don’t suppose he can get away with it,” assented Bronson dis gustedly, “but that boy of mine is as tickled as a colt' with the whole thing. Says he's goin’ reg’lar this winter.” “That’s because Jim don’t keep no order,” sold Bonner. ’‘H« lets Newt do as be pleases.’ ’ “First time he’s ever pleased to do anything but deviltry;’’ protested Bron- They have made the American pe»> pie what they are,” said Jennl^ “Don’t be unpatriotic, Jim." “They have educated our farm chil dren for the cities,” said JimJ “This county Is losing population—and It’s the best county In the world.” “Pessimism never wins,” said Jen nie.* “Neither does blindness,” answered Jim. “It is losing the farms tbelr dwellers, and swelling the cities with a proletariat.” For some time, now, Jim bad ceased to hold Jennie’s band; and tbelr sweet heart days bad never seemed farther away. "Jim,” said Jennie, “I may be elect ed to a position In which I shall be obliged to pass on your acts as teach er—in an official way, 1 mean. I hope they will be Justifiable.” Jim smiled his slowest and saddest smile. “If they’re not. I’ll not ask you to condone them,’' said be. “But first Irwin was possibly a Brown Mouse. But the colonel knew only a part of Jim’s performances. He—shw Jim clothed in slickers, walking throngh rainstorms'to the bouses In the Wood ruff district, as greedy for every mo ment of rain as a haymaker for shine; and he knew that Jim made a great many evening calls. But he did not know that Jim was making what our sociologists call a surv^. For that matter, neither; did Jim; for books on sociology cost more than 25 cents a volume, and Jim had never seen one. However, It was a survey. To be sure, he had long known everybody In the district, save the Simmses—and be was now a friend of all that ttcotlc race; but there Is knowing and knowing. He now had note-books full of facts about people and their farms. He knew how many acres each family pos sessed, an,d what sort of farming each faiuband was doing—live stock, grain or mixed. He knew about the mort gages, and the debts. He knew whether the family atmosphere tvas happy and contented, or the reverse. He knew which boys and girls were wayward and Insubordinate. He made a record of the advancement In their studies of all the children, and what they liked to read. He knew thejir favorite amusements. He talked with/ their mothers and sisters—not about the school, to any extent, bat on the weather, the ^horses, the automobiles, the sllo-filling machinery and the profits of fartnlng. Really, though Jennie Woodruff dld- not see . how such doings related to school work,! Jim Irwin’s school wv mnnlng full blast In the homes, of the district and the minds of many pupils, weeks and weeks before that day when he called them to order on the Monday specified In his contract ^ the first day of school. , Con Bonner, who came to see the opening, voiced the sentiments of the older people when he condemned the son. •^“Ob, 1 suppose Jim’ll fall downT and we’ll have to fire him—but I wish we could git a good teacher that would git hold of Newt the way he seems tor CHAPTER V •That Feller'll Never Do." school as disorderly. To be sura, there were more pupils enrolled than bad ever entered on a first day in the whole history of the school, and it was hard to ecce^smodate them all. But the director's criticism waS leveled against the free-and-easy air of the children. Most of them bad brought se^ com‘and a good-sized com show was on view. There was much argu ment as Co the merits of the various entrief. Ibstead of a language lesson from the text-book, Jim .bad glv^n them 8B •zerclse baaed on an examina tion of the ears of com. The number exercises of the little elia^ had been worked out with ears and! kerads of com. One class in 'eritimetlc mlculated the perosntage 0i Ultaript kernels st tip and butt te tbs fuU-eixed grains in tbs mldU« *2. tbs car. All tbe JlaJunA, awksrard ■ad Hicetttb, dad la'bis aond-too-good •aadair salt aad trying te bide b^blad bis Idacdalsa ssidls tbs fact that to romotion of Jennie. If J^nie Woodruff was tbe cause of Jim ^in’s sudden Irruption Into the effiieational field by her scoffing “Humph I” ht the idea of a farm hand’s ever being able to mar^, she also gave him the opportunity to knock down tbe driver of the big mo torcar, and perceptibly elevate him self in tbe opinion of tbe neighbor hood, while filling bis own heart with something' like shame. The fat man who had said “Cut It out” to bis driver, was Mr. Charles DiUy, a business man In the village at the extreme opposite comer of the county.^ Mr. Dilly was a candidate for county treasurer, and wished to be nominated at the approaching county convention. In bis part of the county lived the County superintendent—a candidate for renomination. He was- Just a plain garden or field county su perintendent of schools, no better and no worse than tbe general political run of them, but he had local pride en listed In bis cause, and was a good politician. " Mr. Dilly was In tho Woodruff dis trict to build a backfire against this conflagration of the county superin tendent. He expected to use Jennie Woodruff to light It withal. That Is, while denying that be wished to make any deal or trade—every candidate In every convention always says that— he willed to say to Miss Woodruff a^dlier father, that if Miss WopdrufC ^ould permit her name to be used for tbe office of county superintendent of schools, a goodly group ^f delegates could be selected In the other comer of tbe county who «wpuld be glad to reciprocate any favors Mr. Charles J. Dilly might receive In the way of votes for county treasurer with bal lots for Miss Jennie Woodruff for auy' perlntendent of schools. Mr. Dilly never inquired as to Miss Woodruff’s abilities as an educator. That would have beeu; eccentric. Miss Woodruff never asked herself If she knew anything about rural education which especially fitted her for the task; for was she not a popular aud successful teacher—and was not that enough? So are the officials chosen who supervise and control tbe educa tion of tbe farm chjlldren of America. When Jim Irwin started home from putting out his team tbe day after his first call op the Simms family, Jennie was waiting at tbe gate to be con gratulated on her nomination.. "1 hope you’re elected,” Jim said, holding the 'ban3,tsbe had extended; “but there’s no doubt of that” “They say not,” replied Jennie; “but father believes In working Just as If we didn’t have a big majority for tbe ticket. Say a word for me when on your pastoral rounds.” “All right said Jim, “What shall say you’ll do for the schools?” “Why,” said Jennie^ rather per plexed, ’’Fll be fair In iny examina tions of teachets, try to keep tbe jjnfit teachers out of tbe schools, visit schools as often as 1 can, and—;why, what does any good superintendent dor “1 never beard of a good county superintendent,” said Jim.* “Never beard of one—why, Jim Ir win 1” “I don’t believe there Is any inch thing,” persisted Jim, “and If you do no more than you eay, you’ll be off tbe same as tbe rest. Zour system won’t give 4U' ady better schools th'im ws have—of tbe ol^ sort—and wn need s new lilnd.” “Ob, Jim, Jiml Drenmlng so yorel Why can’t yon bs prtctleniJ "Good NighV’ Said Jennie Curtly. they must be Justifiable to me, Jen nie." 'Good night,” said Jennie curtly, and left him. Jennie. I am obliged to admit gave scant attention to the new career upon whicb her old sweetheart seemed to be entering. She was in politics, and was playing tbe game as became the daughter of a local politician. CoL Albert Woodruff went South with the army as a corporal In 1861, and came back a lieutenant His title of colonel was conferred by appointment as a member of the staff of the governor, long years ago, when .be was county auditor. He was not a rich man, as I may have suggested, but a well-to-do farmer, whose wife did her own work much of the -time, not because the colonel could not afford to hire “help," but for the reason that “hired girls” were hard to get. ^ The colonel, having seen the glory of tbe comihg of tho^.Lord in the triumph of his side In tbe great war, was Inclined to think that all reform bad ceased, and was a political stand-^ patter—a very honest and sincere one. Moreover, he Was Influential enough so that when Mr. Cummins or Mr. Dolllver came Into the county on po litical errands, Colonel Woodruff had ,!-al.^ys been called Into conference. He was of the old New England type, be? Ileved very qiuch in heredity, very much In the theory that whatever Is is right. In so far as It has secured money or power. ’ A very respectable, honest, Ameri can tory was the cblonel, fond of his political sway, and rather soured by the fact that It was passing from him. He had now broken with Cpmmlns and Dolllver as he had done years ■ ago with Weaver and later with Larrabee —-«nd this breach was very Important to him, whether they were greatly con cerned about It or not. - - Such being her family history, Jen nie was something of a politician hei^ self. She was ln.no .way ^rprised when approached by party managers on the subject of accepting the nomi nation for county superintendent of schools. Colonel Woodruff could de liver some delegates to his daughter, though he rather shied at the pro posal at first, but on tljlnklng It over, warme'd somewhat to the notloh of liavlng a Woodruff on the county pay roll once more. CHAPTER VI different from the other boys of the neighborhood. His mother urged bis overcoat upon him In vain—for Jim’s otercoat was distinctly a bad one. while his best suit, now worn every day as a concession to bis sriiolastic position, still looked passably well after several weeks of schoolroom’ duty. It seemed more logical to as sume that the weather was milder than It really was, on that sharp Octo ber evening, and appear at his best, albeit rather aware of tbe cold. Jen nie was at home, and he was likely to see and be seen of her. **You can borrow that tester,” said (be colonel, **and tbe cows that ga‘ with It, If you can use ’eim They ain’t earning their keep here. But how does the milk tester fit Into the curriculum of the school? A decora tion T’ “We want to make a few testa of tbe cows ia the neighborhood,” an swered Jim. “Just another of my fool notions.’’ “All right,” said the coloneL “Tako It along. Going to tbe speakin’?” “Certainly, he’s going,” said Jennie, entering. “This Is my meeting, Jim.” “Surely, I’m going,” assented Jim. “And I think I’ll run along.” “I wish we had room for you in tho car,’’ said the colonel. “But I’m going around by Bronson’s to pick up the speaker, and I’ll have a chuck-up load,” “Not so much of a load as you think,” said Jennie. “I’m going with Jim. The walk will do me good.” Any candidate warms to her voting population Just before election; but Jennie had a special kindness for Jim. He was no longer a farm hand. The fact that he was coming to be a center of dlsturan^e in the district, and that she quite fauW* to understand how his eccentric behavior could be harmo nized with those principles of teach ing whicb she had Imbibed at the stato normal school In itself lifted him adjourn the meeting. Newton Bronson, safely behind taller people, called out, Jim Irwin 1 speech I” There was a giggle, a slight Uon. and many voices Joined In the call for the new schoolmaster. Colonel Woodruff felt the unwisdom of Ignoring the demand. Probably he relied upon Jim’s discretion and ex pected n declination. Jim arose, seedy and lank, and the voices ceased, save for another ’sup pressed titter. "I don’t know,” said Jim, “whether this call upon me Is a Joke or not. If it 13, It isn’t a practical ^e, for I can’t talk. I don’t care much about parties or politics. I don’t know whether I’m a Democrat, a Republican or a Pop- ullst.” „ This caused a real sensation. The nerve of the fellow 1 Really, U must in justice be said, Jim was losing himself In a desire to tell his true feelings. He forgot all about Jennie and her candidacy—about everything except his real, true feelings. This proves that he was no politician. "I dofi’t see much In this county campaign that Interests me,” he went on—and Jennie Woodruff reddened, while her seasoned father covered his mouth with his hand to conceal a smile. “The politicians come out Into the farming districts every campaign and get us hayseeds for anything they want. They always have got us. They’ve got us again! They give us clodhoppers the glad hand, a cheap cigar, and a cheaper smile after elec tion; and that's all. I know It, you all know It, they know It. I don't blame them so very much. The trouble is we don’t ask them to do anything better. “I want a new kind of rural school; but I don’t see any prospect, no matter how thla election goes, for any change in them. We In the Woodruff dls- feet, “the way yon’relfcoing hnto on me.” I, .4 *-' ■- * “You got no call to talk thatawnT,” replied the mountain boy. "How'm I goln’ back on your “We was goln’ to trap all winter," asseverated Newton, "and next win ter we were goln’ up In the north woods together," ’’^‘You know,” said Raymond soinbeiv ly, “that we cain’t run any trap llne^lr and do whut we got to do to he’p Mr. Jim.” Newton sat mute at one having no rejoinder. •’Mr. Jlip," went on Rayniond. ”neMs all the he’p every kid in this'sktle- ment kin give blm. He’s the best friend 1 ever had, I’m^a pore ignerant nearer to equality with her. A public "'IH bare to work out wur own nuisance is really more respectable than a nonentity. She gave Jim a thrill as she passed through the gate that he opened for her. White moonlight on her white tars suggested purity, exaltation, tho essence of womanhood—things far finer in the woman of twenty-seven than the glamour thrown over him by the school girl of sixteen. Jim gave her no thrill; for he looked gaunt and angular in hla salvation. Our political ring never’U do anything but the old things. They don’t want to, and they haven’t sense enbugh to do It If they did. That’s air—and I don’t suppose I should have said as much as I have!” There was stark silence for a mo ment when he sat down, and then as many cheers for Jim as for the prin cipal speaker of the evening, cheers mingled with titters and catcalls. Jim felt as if be had made an ass of blm- skimpy, ready-made suit, too short In i self. And as he walked out of the door, the future county superintend ent passed by him in high displeasure, and walked home with someone else. Jim found the weather much colder than it had been while coming. He really needed an Eskimo’s fur suit CHAPTER VII New Wine and Old Bottles. In the little strip of forest which di vided the sown from the sown wan dered two boys in earnest converse. They seemed to be Boy Trappers, and from their backloads of steel-traps one of them might have been Frank •rX) legs and sineves, and too thin for the season. Yet, as they walked along, Jim grew upon her. He strode on with Immense strides, made slow to accom modate her. shorter steps, and embar rassing her by/ his entire absence of effort to keep step. For all that, he lifted his face to the stars, and he pointed out the great open spaces In the Milky Way, wondering at their emptiness and at the fact that no telescope can find stars In them. They stopped and looked. Jim laid his hard hands on the shdulders of her white tar collarette. . "What’s the use of political meet ings,” said Jim, “when you and I can stand here and think our way out, even beyond the limits of our uni verse?” ' "A wonderful Journey,” said she, not quite understanding his mood, “but while we roam beyond the Milky Way, we aren’t getting any votes for me for county superintendent.’^ Jim said nothing. He ^t^s" quite re-established on the earth. “Don’t you want me to be elected, Jim?” ♦ Jim seemed t^ ponder Ihls for some time—a period of taking the matter under advisement which caused Jennie to drop his arm and busy herself with her skirts. “Yes,” said Jim, at last; “of course I do.” Nothing more was said until they reached the schoolhouse door, “Well,” said Jennie rather Indig nantly. “I’m glad there are plenty of voters who are more enthusiastic about me than you seem to be!” j .i at..,. More Interestlna to a keen observer Merrlwell, and the other Dead-Shot V . ^ Dick. The boy who resembled Frank than the speeches were the unusual * , „ „ ^ , o, things In the room Itself. Qn the I Merrlwell was Raymond Simms^ T^e blackboard's, with problems In arlth- ] “t^er, whose overalls were frlng^ who wore a cartridge belt about his person, and carried hatchet, revolver, and a long, knife with a deerfoot boy, an’ be teaches me how to do things that will make me something.” “Darn It alll" flald Newton. “You know," said Raymond, ’’that you’d think mahgty small of me, If Td desert Mr. Jim Irwin,” “Well, then,” replied Newton, seiz ing bis traps and throwing them across his shoulder, “come on with the traps, and shut up I What’ll we do , when tbe school board gets Jennie Woodruff to reT0ko4ils certificate and make him quit teachln’, hey?” “Nobody’ll eveh do that,” said Ray mond, “I’d set In the schoolhouse do’ with my rifle and shoot anybody that’d ‘ come to th'ow Mr. ^Im outen tbe school." ^ “Not in this country," said Newton. “This ain’t a gun country.” “But It orto be either.a Justice ken-^^^ try, or a gun ken try," replied the^ mountain boy. “It stands to reason It must be one ’r the otheh, Newton.” “No, It don’t neither,” said Newton dogmatically. “Why should they th’ow Mr. Jim outen the school?” Inquired Raymond. “Ain’t he teachln’ us right?” Newton explained for the tenth time that Jlm'^ad done so many things that no teacher was supposed^ to do, and had left undobe so many things that teachers were iround by “custom to r-^ Frank Merrlwell and Deadshot Dick. Jim Talks the Weather ColdL “Going to the rally, James?” Jim had finished his supper, and yearned for a long evening In his attic den with his cheap literature. But as the district schoolmaster he was to some, extent responsible for the pro tection o'f the school- property, and felt some sense of duty as to exhibit ing an Interest In public affairs. -'t “I guess I’ll have to go; mother," he replied regretfully. “I want to see Mr. Woodruff 'about bomwlng his-Bab cock piUk. tester,, and I’ll go that'way, I guess ril go on to tbe meeting.” He kissed'his mother when he went —a htblt from, which to never deil- metlc, were calculations as to the feed ing value of various rations for live stock, records of laying hens and com putation as to the excess of value In eggs produced over the cost of feed.^ handle, and who so studiously looked like Dead-Shot Dick, was our old r,. friend of the road gang, Newton Bron- Flnned to the wall were market re- ' ■ j j' ^ Newton put down his load, and ports on all sorts of farm products, and especially numerous were the sta tistics on the prices of cream and but ter. There were files of farm papers , „ J , the day when they met and helped se- plled about, and racks of agricultural ^ w son. sat upon a stump to rest. Raymond Simms was dimly con scious of a change in Newton since bulletins. In one corner of the room was a typewriting machine,, and in apother a sewing machine. Parts of an old telephone were scattered about on the teacher’s desk. . A model of a piggery stood on a shelf, done In card board. Instead of the usual collection of text-books In the desk, there were hec tograph copies ol exercises, reading lessons, arithmetical tables and essays on various matters relating to agricul ture, all of which were accounted for by two or three hand-made hecto graphs—a very fair sort of printing plant—lying on a table. The members of the school board lect Colonel Woodruff’s next year’s seed corn. Newton's mother had a mother’s confidence that Newton was now a good boy, who had been led astray by other boys, but had re formed. Jim Irwin had a distinct feeling of optimism. Newton had quit tobacco and beer, casually stat ing to Jim that he was “In training.” Since Jim had shown his ability to ad minister a knockout to that angry chauffeur, .he seemed to this hobble dehoy peculiarly a proper person for athletic confidences. Newton’s mind seemed gradually filling up with new Interests. Jim at tributed much of this , to the cl:ar were there, looking on these evidences j niountailn atmosphere which surrouud- of Innovation with wonder aifi^more ' or less di|ifavor. Things were disor derly. The text-books recently adopt ed by the board against some popular protest had evidently been pitched, neck and crop, out of the school by tbe man whom Bonner had termed a dub. It was a sort of contempt for tbe powers tnat be. Colonel Woodruff was In' the chair. After tbe apeechlfylng was over, and tbe stereotyped, tbongb ratber Ulog- Ickl, appeal had been made for voters o£ tae one party, to cast the straight ed Raymond Simms, the Ignorant bar barian driven but of his native hills by a feud. Raymond was bf the open spaces, and refused to hear fetid things that seemed out of place In them? As the reason for Newton’s Improve ment in manner of living, Raymond, .cut of his own experience, would havi, had no hesitation In naming tbe school and tbe aiboolmaater, “I wnuldn^t go back on a said Newton, seated bn tbe tftump ^th his- traps on ^ ground it perform, that Newton’s father and Mr. Bonner and Mr. Peterson had made - up their minds that they would call upon him to resign, and if he wouldn’t, they would “turn him out” In some way. “What wrong’s be done committed?” asked Raymond, “I don’t know what teachers air supppsed to do In this kentry, but Mr. jl|m seems to be the only shore-enough teacher I ever seel” “He don’t teach out of the bopks the school board adopted,” replied Newton. “But he makes up better lessons,” urged Raymond. "An’ all the things we do in school he’ps us make a livin’." “He begins at eight In the mornln’,” said Newton, “an’ be has some of us there till half past five, and comes back In the evening. And every Sat urday, some of the kids are ^oln* something at ;the schoolhouBe;’’ ^ “They don’t pay him for overtime, do they?” queried Raymond. “Well, then, they orto, Instld of turnin’ him out!" ., “Well, they’ll tprn him out!” prophe-^ sled Newton. "I’m havin’ more fun In school than I ever—an’ that's why I’m with you'on this qulttln’ trapping —but they’ll get Jim, all right 1” “I’m having jfomethlng betteh’n tan,” replied Raymond. “My pap has never .understood this kentry, an’ we- all has had bad times hyeh; but Mr. Jim an’ I have studied out how I can make a betteh livin’ next year—and pap says we kin go on the way Mr. Jim says. I’ll work for Colonel Wood ruff a part of the time, an’ pap kin make com In the biggest field. It seems we didn’t do our work right last year—an’ In a couple of-years, with the Increase of the hawgs, an’ the land we kin get under plow , . It was still an hour before nine— when the rural school traditionally “takes up”—when the boys had stored their traps In a shed at the Bronson’ home, and walked on to the school- house. That rather scabby and weath ered edifice was already humming with Industry of a sort. In spite of the hostility of the school board, and the aloofness of the patrons of th© school, the pupils were clearly Inter ested In Jim Irwin’s system .of rural education. Never had the attendanc© been so large or regular; and one of the reasons for sessions before nine and after four was the Inability of th© teacher to attend to the needs of bis charges In the five and a half hours called “school hours.” The day passed. Four o’clock came. In order that all might reach home for supper, there was no staying, 'ex cept that Newt Bronson and Raymond Simms remained to sw;eep and dust ^ tae schoolroom, and prepare kindling for the next morning’s fire-' a work they had taken upon themselves, so as' to enable the teacher to put on th© blackboards*such outlines for the mor row’s class work as might be required. Jim was ^writing on the board a list of words constituting a spelling exer cise. They were not from textbooks, but grew naturally out of the study of the seed wheat—“cockle,” “morning- glory,” “convolvulus,” “viable,” “via bility,” ‘'sprouting,” “Iron-weed” and the like. A tap was beard at the door, and Raymond Simms opened It. In filed three women-Tand Jim IN' win knew as he looked at them that he was greeting a deputation, and felt that It meant. a struggle. For they were the wives of the members of th© school board. He placed for them th© three available chairs, and In the ab sence of any for hlins^j.r(nnaln^3| standing before them, a gannt shabb^^:' looking revolutionist at the bar of ^settled usage'and fixed public opinion. Mrs. Haalton Peterson waf n tall blonde woman, sIo'M’rspoken. flbd ‘^dig nified. and Jim felt an Initincttve re spect for her perionallty, Mrs. Hroi>» (Containued on Page Six.) t'
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