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V . '. ' THE FORT MILL TIMES Published Every Thursday. FORT MILL, SOUTH CAROLINA. The Girl of My Dreams lA Novelliatlon of the Play by~ WUhur D. Neablt and Otto Hautrbach WILBUR D. NESBIT t ' 8YNOP8IS. Hnrry Swlfton la expecting a visit from his fiancee, Lucy Medders. a Quakereas whom he met in the country. His auto I crashes into another machine containing a hHUiitlfnl -.1 - ? - The woman's ha* Is ruined and Harry escapes. His sister. Caroline, arrives at his horns to play hostess. Socrates Primmer. eo.inln of Lucy's, arrives with a hat Intended as a present for Lucy. Harry Is trailed to his home by the Count and Mrs. Gen. Plases, who demands her hat. a duplicate of which she says has been delivered at Harry'n house. She Is In (treat fear lest her husband hear of her escapade. Lucy Medders and her father arrive and the count Is hidden In one room and Mrs. Blaze* In another. Harry Is forced to do some fancy IvInR to keep Lucy from discovering the presence of #he woman. Tho milliner. Daphne DafflnRton. who proves to be an old flame of Harry's, arrives to trace the mlsstnR duplicate hat and more complications ensue. Daphne Is hustled Into the room occupied by the Count. The latter, with t?*hom Daphne had flirted at one tlmo. demands the return of a rlna he had Riven her on that occasion. She tells him that she **vn the rln* to General Blazes. As the Count had also Riven Mrs. Blazes a duplicate of the rltiR he becomes somewhat excited. Daphne leaves the room and seeks refuse In the one occupied by Mrs. Blazes. Mr. Medder discovers tho Count, who Is introduced us Harry's German tutor. General Blazes arrives and accuses Harry of concoallnR his wife. Daphne steps out and the Renernl Is dumfounded. Lucy Rives way to tears. The Count takes the blame for the whole affair upon himself, but the verdict Is reserved until Harry can vindicate himself. General Biases admits to Harry that he has flirted with Daphne, and Mrs. Blaze* overhears the talk. CHAPTER XI.?(Continued.) ? It - U../.I.. 1 ion i ii a iwioi/ cycuiiir ; ) Then she began to sink gracefully upcn the seat, when an even more , omlnouB ripping Bound was heard. , Carolyn abandoned her project with due and proper suddenness, while Pigeon mopped his brow, and suid. In | fluBtered tones that he tried to make ] sound matter-of-course: ( "I thought earlier today that we might have some rain." He lifted his foot to rest It carelessly upon the bench, not caring to try to sit down any more, but with the movement came a terrific rip as though something had torn loose forever. He dropped his foot and tried to whistle a popular air. Carolyn looked the other way nnd became nervous. "I can't do a thing with my hair tonight," she observed, lifting her urms to pat It Into shape. R-r-r-rip! v Her arms dropped to her sides, soldlerwlse. "I think." Pigeon snld. desperately, "that the evening Is the most pleasant time o? the day." v. He sat down. In spite of the ripping that stiy sounded. I "\Von't you be seated?" he asked politely. Carolyn slowly, carefully allowed j herself to sit beside him, and to her evident relief there was no further sound of ripping. 1 "Isn't It funny." Pigeon said, "how lonesome a fellow gets at this time of the evening. If he la all alone?" "Now, don't get sentimental," Carolyn said, tapping him playfully on the shoulder. Simultaneously with her movement there was a sudden, short rip. She drew back In confusion. "Is It wrong to get sentimental?" Pigeon asked, carelessly dropping his arm along the back of the seat and behind her, and at the same time hearing another vicious rip. He pulled his arm back as though his hand had encountered a pin. "It's silly to be sentimental," Carolyn declared, without a motion ?f any sort. By this time she was afraid even to turn her eyes toward him. | "I'm silly, am I?" Pigeon asked, sulkily. "I didn't say that," she answered. "You did!" "1 didn't!" "You did, and 1 can prove It!" "1 didn't, and I can prove It!" Pigeon attempted to arise haughtily, but?r-r-r-r-rlp!?and he sat down again. "I suppose," he said to her, pettishly, "you.thlnk I can't do anything?'" "You can't!" she replied, pouting, for she was angry because of the ripping. and naturally wanted to vent her wrath on the nearest object, which in this instance happened to be the poor youth. "You can't. Doing nothing Is the best thing you do." "Boarding school wit!" Pigeon retorted. "Oh. well, there are plenty of other girls!" "And don't you forget. Mister Williams," she snapped, with a heavy accent on the "Mister." "that there a/e plenty of other men!" Jt She brought out the word "men" with all the emphasis and meaning necessary to convey to him the Idea that she regarded him hh a boy. Then ahe aroee, utterly Ignoring a terrific ripping noise, and strode Into the houae with the cold, heartless 'tiead of a princess. But as she went up the steps. Pigeon, hnd he been watching, would have seen her clutching nervously at her skirt, while the jrtpptng went merrily on. I r * ' ' - 'y i' r - >' Plccon got up with an air oX gloom, and grup?d hla belt In a tight clutch and marched off, hla steps being timed by staccato rlpa. which be did not locate as coming from the room wherein was Mrs. Biases. And In that room Mrs. Blazes was feverishly tearing and tying strips of sheets, and towels, and table covers, together, all unconscious tnat in her strenuous efforts to effect her escape be was creating the first bump upon the pathway of a young love?but then .love. as Mr. Shakespeare observed long long ago, never did run smooth. CHAPTER XII. Mrs. Blazes opened her window silently. and lowered to the ground a rope that was fearfully and wonderfully made. She had used everything and anything, from pillow slips to the cords of the portieres. She had enough rope to let her out of a. slxBtory building, instead of from a window a scant twelve feet from the ground. The end of the rope she tied to a table near the window. Thon Bbe looked down anxiously. "It 1b dangerous." she sighed. The Count wandered Into view. He was growing weary of waiting for the hat. At sight of the rope he brightened up. "Jump oud,"he suggested. "Silly!" she sold; "I've got to climb Inwn Rt*??dv tho rnno ** He took hold of the lower end and itralghtened the rope against the building. "But how In the world am I to climb lown?" she demanded. "Led yourselluf oud slow, und den ilide for life," he told her. Their argument grew more Intense. 3he wns afraid to trust herself to the 'rati means of reaching the earth, and 10 was Insistent that she should come lown at once, in the midst of their talk the front door opened. Mrs. | Diazes heard the sound nnd darted tmck from the window, taking the rope In with her so swiftly that she eft the Count standing with his hands , n the air. Amos Medders came slowly down , :he steps, looking Intently at the , ?ount, whom he could not recognize n the dark. The Count had not heard llm coming and could not understand | why Mrs. Blazes had pulled the rope In so suddenly. I Count von Fltz was dumbfounded when he was seized In a grip of Iron ind the cold tones of Medders came: "What are thee doing, scoundrel?" ( General Blazes came up the walk at iiai instant. He had His Iiat In tils land and was still laboring under excitement. When he saw Medders Btrugm "Isn't It a Lovely Evening?" gllng with the Count he leaped Into the fray and separated them. "What's happening?" he asked. "Well, I am surprised," Medders nald. "I thought this foolish little man here was a burglar." "What foolish little man?" Blazes asked. "This one they call a Count?this tutor. I thought he was trying to break Into the house." "Wouldn't he surprised if he was." Blazes asserted, vehemently. "Isn't your daughter in there? Isn't Harry's sister in there? These Counts will do anything to capture a girl with money." "It iss not so!" Count von Fitx sputtered, rubbing his neck. ' "Verily, thee ha9 a suspicious look." Medders said to him. "It's a gam dood thing I happened along." Blazes observed. "A what, friend?" Medders inquired curiously. "A gam dood thing?doesn't count, you know when you cuss backwardB." "Verily." Medders said, "there be times when a man could cuss sldewls^." "Well," Blazes said, turning again to Count von Fltz. ."It's a lucky thing for you there was nothing in the re pon ?nai you were wun my wile today. I'm u Jealous man. I'm desperate when I'm roused." "Don't rouse!" the Count begged. "Once," the General said. "I caught a man flirting with her. What did 1 do?" "Vat did you do?" the Count asked, weakly. "They burled his hat." the General said. 'Must his hat! Just?his?hat!" "Chust his hat!" the Count echoed. Mentally he wondered if It had been a yellow hat with red poppies. "Thou art a man of wrath. General," Medders said. "Once I grew angry at a man?In my youthful days." "And what did you do to him, man or peace: aesea toe uenerai. laugh Ing, while the Count listened nervously "In those days," Meddera said, "I was vain of my strength and given to yielding to my angry passion*. I went unto this man. and I seised blm thua~" * j ' f s' * Before the Count could dodge. Mad ders held him m though In a viae. "And I said unto him: 'Thou condunned wretch, dost thou not know It Is unwise so to conduct thyself In our midst?' And I smote him thus, and I shook iym thus"?illustrating upon the helpless Count?"and then I said unto him that it he offended me again 1 should smite him full sore." "Please," begged the Count, "please don'd rememher *nvthln? oleo'" "I beg thy pardon," Medders said, contritely. "I did forget myself." "Come In out of the night air, gentlemen," suggested Harry, who came to the door Just then. The trio, smll- : ing over the unconscious way in which Medders had shaken the Count, started in, when a messenger boy arrived. He carried a large hat box. The Count tried to Intercept him. but Harry was as anxious as the Count to get that hat. She turned it out quick enough," Harry murmured to himself, paying the boy the seventy-five dollars that was called for on delivery. When the boy had left, Harry chanced to look at the address and read: "Count Herman von Fltz. Why, this hat isn't for me. after all." "Na " t>>? r>~?. ?u < * ? J I ?iv, me vuuul earn. i urutjreu l(, | but It isn't for me." Medders turned and said: "Is there some mistake, Harry?" Harry looked at the Count, but that gentleman was pretty well satisfied with the situation and made no move ! to correct matters. "No, there isn't any mistake," Harry said. "Did I understand aright." Medders asked, "that thee are paying seventyfive dollars for that hat?" "I did?without taking chloroform, too," Harry ruefully asknowlodged. "Some hats are worth that much," the Count romarked: "Sure!" boomed the General. "My wife often spends more than that for a hat." "Is it for thy sister, Harry?" Medders asked, casually. "I don't know if it will fit her," Harry answered, non-comnilttally. "Wouldst thee let us see k?" Medders asked. ."Truly, -a hat worth that much muBt he a wonderful thing." Here the Count nervously interposed, afraid, that the General would become aroused if he saw the hat. "No. no. Der night air might spoil It!" I "I confess 1 am oiirlnns in coo i* * Medders said. "Ah, what forms tho vanity of women and the foolishness of man do tnke!" Front the house came the lank form of Socrates Primmer. In bis hand he carried the hatbox which all day ho had been endeavoring to open in the presence of Lucy. "What is the trouble?" he asked. "No trouble at all?until you came," Harry replied, drily. "Harry has simply been doing what I have often done," General Ulazes explained "He has bought n hat." Primmer glanced at the hat box Harry held, nnd then looked at his own. "This then, is for hiB wife?" he Inquired. sadly. "What?" the General said, misun j derstunding Primmer. "Another man buy a hat for my wife? How dar? you!" trimmer shrank away from him. "Nay," Medders soothed. "The hat Harry has is for his sl3ter. Carolyn." "No," Harry corrected him. fearing some further complication. "The fact is, I was going to give the hat to Lucy?with your permission, Mr. Medders.~ But I didn't like to ask your permission before all the others here." "Bully for you. Harry!" the General beamed. "You couldn't do a finer thing." Primmer lapsed into a fit of deje^ tlon. "Alas!" he sobbed. "Homer wai right when he said: "Ala*, faint hopr> I lennfd upon! Alu8, tliou too art dead and Kone!" "Cheer him tip!" General Blazes suggested. "T^et him see your present for Lucy." "I, too. have a present for Lucy." Primmer said. "Thee hast?" Medders asked. "What is It. Socrates?" "A hat," Primmer announced. Harry leaped to a conclusion. Instantly he oouplcd Primmer with the mysterious man who had bought the duplicate hat at Mile. Daphne's. "I^et's see It." he said. He opened Primmer's hat box. and one glance was enough to confirm his suspicion. He dropped the lid quickly. took the box from Primmer's unresisting hold, and said: "I'll take your hat to Lucy. She'll be?" "No. 1 shall present It to her myself," Primmer declared, taking the box from Harry. "All right." Harry said. "Don't let any one profane that hat by seeing It until It gets to the one for whom It Is Intended. And neither will I with mine. You won't let any one see It?" Surely not. Primmer agreed. "All right. That's a sacred compact Let's all go In now." And as he ushered them Into the house Harry said things to himself because of his foolishness in paying seventy-Are dollars for a hat when the duplicate was in the house all the time. "And." he growled. "I've still got one coming from Daphne!" "What did thee say?" Medders asked, as they went into the reception room. "I was saying that I honed no one was coming this evening to break up our quiet little party." (TO BE CONTIXURD.) That which is unjust can really profit no one; that which la Just cat really harm no ona.?Henry Oeorga - >. " tr* NEW YORK'S BOWERY Old Timers Lament Passing of Famous Thoroughfare. No Longer Do Easy Marks With Plenty of Money Frequent Its Glittering Resorts?"Dart Game " Passes Into Oblivion. New York.?"The Bowery's on the bum. Say, you can go out any night with a cannon and tire a grapeshot up and down the street and not hit a sucker; there's nothing doing. Strangers don't come here any more." was the first thing an old timer said when the report went up and down the other day that John H. McGurk, whilom proprietor of "Suicide Hall" and of other unsavory dives, was dying in California. Of course the Bowery is not entire ly dead. There are still plenty of saloons with back rooms on it and on the adjacent streets and alleyB where the underworld gathers and hatches gun plots and plans gang feuds, but the times when the street was , thronged with sailors and countrymen j apparently eager to be "trimmed" have gone and none know it better than the trimmers themselves. The dime museum used to flourish on the Flowery and the places were a source of great profit to their owners. You paid only a dime to get in. but unless you were extremely lucky you paid a great deal more to get out. The blood testing apparatus, the phrenologist and the "envelope game.", with its promises of valuable prizes, as gold watches, if you guessed right, separated you from the rest of your property. They flourished for years and did n big trade, but the police got after them and they gradually were forced out of business. Lately three or four of them have started up again, but to Judge from appearances and from the admissions of the "cappers" of the places themselves they are not making any money. They all display outside the same garish lithographs of scantily dressed women and underneath is the same old sign of "Men Only" which f served to attract thousands for so t many years and whiclj never fulfilled i the promise it seemed to make. Also j ^ outside some mechanical musical con- j t trivance tanirloo 1 ? MV/ioii; uuu IUIII I ly. i A reporter went Into three or four of these places the other day and the prospect was dreary. At ono of the E places, on the east side of the street, s when the reporter was paying his c admission, the ticket man impressed on him the fact that "this isn't a y mo\ling picture show." It certainly t was not. The "show" consisted of ? the old time hideous anatomical ex- 1 hibit of diseases and freaks, ending I with the "two-headed Chinese dragon brought to thiB country flfty-flvo years i ART^SCANI #~ Dealer Successfully Deceives Italian Commissioners. ftellrThem Imitation and Brags About the Affair Until He Gets Into Trouble, but Comes Out a Winner Financially. Rome, Italy.? A law was voted by fho Italian parliament in June, 1909, for the preservation and defense of the artistic, historical and archaeolog leal patrimony of the country. The ' object of this lnw was to prevent the * smuggling nbroad of art objects and ' old paintings, a practice which is re- 1 sorted to by art dealers who find it ' inoro profitable to sell abroad Instead of In Italy any article of artistic or f historical value. The exportation of 1 art objects is now prohibited by law 1 and It Is only exceptionally allowed 1 after the object to be exported has 1 been examined by a special commission and a permit of exportation grant- ' ed, in which case the would-be ex- ' porter must pay a tax amounting to ' 20 per cent, of the value declared The government commission Is In every case entitled to exercise the socalled right of pre-emption and acquire the object to be exported at the price declared by the owner. Recently the members of the government commission were Instructed to exercise more care in the examination of art objects, especially old paintings, and to apply the right- of pre-emption more frequently. Last year an art dealer submitted to the commission an old painting for exportation. which he declared was worth only $2,000, despite the fact that he attributed It to the celebrated Dutch painter, Jakob van Ruysdael. The members of the commission Immediately Jumped to the conclusion that the painting was a genuine masterpiece of great value and suspected that the dealer had only set a low price on it In order to pass it off as a worthless, unidentified old canvas. They immediately exercised the right of pre-emption and acquired the painting for $2,000, announcing that It was a genuine van Ruysdael worth at least $20,000. The dealer pretended to be greatly disappointed. but as a matter of fact he sold shortly afterward nnotheriden< tlcal painting to an Italian collector for $16,000. He was so elated at h(B successful deal that he could not help bragging with his friends that he had "done" the members of the government commission, as the two pictures were the work of a Russian broken JOAQUIN MILLER The latest photograph of the ven at his home. "The Heights," Frultva verse typifying the west Is now weigh his bed. igo and worshipped by the people of hat heathen land. And now. gentlenen"?the reporter was the only risitor?"I have shown and explained o you all these interesting specimens, ind that is all." concluded the exlibltor in his sing song voice. "Isn't there anything else?" "You can stay nnd look around tgain If you want to," replied the ihowman, as if surprised that any one should want to stay any longer. The paraphernalia for the "dart" :ame was In evidence, but there was 10 game. "The man who runs It." ?xplained the showman, "Is at the jlcycle show this week. ile'B a bike an." In this pastime you throw a little winged dart and try to pin one of a daiTTold Jown artist who had specialized in a king old Dutch masterpieces. When his story leaked out a greet outcry was raised nnd the press severely derlored the ignorance of the members >f the commission who wasted the niblic money in acquiring worthless mitations of old masters. The case was brought before parliament and he minister of public Instruction apTolrited a special commission to exainne the painting. Surely enough, within n week Professor Cavenaghl uibmitted the painting to a chemical est and ascertained that it was mod ?rn and consequently faked. The lealer was threatened with criminal proceedings, but he easily proved that le was In good faith, refused to divulge the name of the painter who iold him the painting on the plea that :his was a professional secret and offered to take back the picture and refund to the government the $2,000 paid for it. The scandal has been consequently [lushed up. but, strange to relate, the lealer has not lost an> money on the Seal. * TEXTILE WOF Mill Girls at Lancashire and Yorkshire Dislike to Wear Clogs and Shawls of Factory. L/ondon.?There is a treat dearth of operatives for the cotton and woolen mils of Lancashire and Yorkshire. The cause of this is the growing dislike of girls to appear in the Immemorial dress of the factory girl ?clogs and shawls. The "I^ancashlre lassies" point to their sisters who work at the shops or in the office, although at a much lower wage, who are able to wear costumes, brightly trimmed hats and gloves and shoes The work of the mill girls discourages any attempt at smart or even neat appearance. The wearing of clogs instead of shoes and shawls Instead of hats causes the mill girls to he humbled in the eyes of other girls whose occupation permits them to dress more attractively, although they earn only a few shillings weekly as against the $5 or more earned by the despised and rejected factory a* an tc. The mill managers have met to discuss how mill work for girls could be made more attractive, for it is undoubted that If tho girls renounce the factories nothing remains but to import foreign labor. One managei CONFINED TO BED 1 ^ ?gga i erable "Poet of the Sierras," taker, le, California. The famous writer of ed down by his years and confined to hundred or more tickets hanging on the wall If you succeed you get as a prize some article corresponding to the number on your ticket. On the wall also were hanging "gold" watches, opera glasses, bracelets and other things, and In old days these articles used frequently to be won? by the "cappers" for the game, until you had exhausted your funds in trying for them. The sport is first cousin to the "envelope" game, which was a swindle pure and simple. It's victims. lured on by seeing the "capper" win watches or receive in place of the watches real money, were persuaded frequently to put up $5 or $10 on their sure chances. Of course they never won. and often if they protested they were roughly handled. INNOCENT MAN IS CONVICTED Benjamin Lucky About to Be Sentenced for Slaying, Another Confesses. Boston.?Renjamin Lucky of Rirm Ingham, Ala., a circus attache, Justified hiB name when, as he was about to be sentenced to prison for manslaughter. It was found that another man had confessed to the crime. Lucky was immediately released. When a circus was in this city last June there was a clash between the paraders and several boys, and one of the latter was killed Lucky was convicted of manslaughter. When he came up for sentence his counsel produced a confession from James Qaughan, an inmate of the state reformatory. The district attorney accepted the confession and canceled the case against Lucky. Child Hurt, Asks Doll Be Fixed. Pittsburgh.?"Me all right Take care of baby doll." exclaimed Kntherine llarrett, aged eight, who was injured while on her way to a doll hOHpltal to have her doll's broken arm repaired. IKERS SCARCE said that the girls in his mill had dropped shawls and clogs and were going to work in flower laden hats and dogskin gloves. SHIP MET A HERD OF DEER Animals Were Swimming Delaware Bay to Escape Hunters, According to Steamer's Crew. Wilmington, Del.?When the North German Lloyd steamer, Neckar. from .. 1 > *? * - - - 111 vtumu uuunu iur i-nuaaeiphia, was going up Delaware bay It waa forced to deviate from Its course because of a herd of deer In the bay. Had it kept In the channel It would have killed several of the animals. ^ The sight was the most unusual that the pilot and the officers of the liner ever witnessed. The deer were swim! ming rapidly for the New Jersey shore They had evidently plunged into the bay from the Delaware side to escape from hunters Thoy made the swim in safety. Twelve Officers Arrest Man. New York.?It required the com blned efforts of twelve policemen to^ i Set H. Lorrle. a one-legged man. In? to a patrol wagon. He was arrested on the charge of begging. m