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' 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
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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.)
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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.
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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~"
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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