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About The Forest Grove express. (Forest Grove, Or.) 1916-1918 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 17, 1916)
Legion’« cemetery— Philip Grey, No.
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“Y u — I remember— thank yo
She did not see him go. She C.jmaA
quickly and went out into the court
yard. A voice called her by name
with monotonous persistency, but aba
didn't hear i t There was a woman
with flowers to sell standing hesitantly
in the passage, but she did not see her.
, She had grown deaf and blind to the
I present. Sbe was looking back along
; tbe road she had come, and sbe saw
I the fate she had Invoked stalking in
visible beside her.
The flower-girl still stood in tbe
shadowy passage. Imperturbably, with
Inscrutable eyes, she watched Sylvia
0 .«» her Arnaud's figure stand out for a mc-
comrode said to me: T e.l her tb.
against the sunlit avenue sud
faith In me made many things poa- |
slble. Tell her that the reality was dl‘ *P P **r;
more beautiful than the mirage.
“A strange message." She tried to
"Philip Grey, 1
laugh, but the laugh shook and broke
off. “I shall endeavor to remember." Btrangere.”
Sylvia knelt, with clasped hands, and
“My comrade will thank you, ma
gazeil at the roughly-cut letters.
He saluted and turned to go. But Around her and above her a sea of
on the threshold of the wide-open win crosses lifted up their gaunt black
dows he baited. He seemed to be look arms— hundreds upon hundreds. In tba
ing at something, and suddenly, to her voiceless Identical supplication of for
angry amazement he stopped and gotten things. She prayed softly. She
picked up a sliver frame from the bric- did not cry. She felt herself surround
ed with a peace that was above tears.
a-brac on the low table.
“What are you dotug?” she demand Little by little the flood was flowing
back on Its old course. Sbe was think
He faced her with an ease and de- ing what she should say to Destlnn
when he came to claim her. She would
cleion that startled her.
rise up and point to this piteous un
“Who Is this, madame?”
tended mound. “This lies between
“Are you mad? Shall I have to re us." she would say to him. She would
port you to your colonel?”
not curse him. In expiation she
She glanced at the photograph which would claim Richard Farquhar’s life.
he held toward her. Against her will, She would go back to her husband; she
forced by an Indescribable fascination, would tnke up the broken threads and
her eyes rose again to his face. Aud weave them to tbe perfect pattern. She
suddenly the pulse stood still, drowned would carry with her the memory of
In a rushing flood of Incoherent ter that brief glimpse of her own soul, of
her own love. The dead are not In
'T h a t was my brother.”
vain—It was a beautiful thought—
She used the past tense for the first
Steps sounded on the gravel path
time with that deadly sense of convic way. Sbe looked up. but It was not
tion. The legionary unfastened bis Destlnn who came toward her. It was
tunic and drew out something, which the flower-seller, her basket crowded
be laid quietly on the table beside her. with fresh blossoms.
“Then this belongs to you,” be said
“Roses, madame? Roses to offer to
the dear dead?"
Mechanically she took up the little
“Ah. yes. I thank you. Give me all
locket and opened I t Inside was the that you have."
thing she knew that she would find,
She covered the low mound with gor
her own miniature— a valueless, ama geous red and gold. The beauty of It
teurish effort done In her schoolgirl —of this chance— lifted her grief on
years for her adored comrade.
soft wings to a gentle, almost happy
“I knew him as Philip Grey, resignation. She said, smilingly, “I
madame. He gave It me nearly two shall come every dn.v. and every day
years ago—when he was dying.”
you must bring me nil your flowers."
"Then—he Is dead?”
She wondered what It was—wbat
He made a grave pitying movement had come over her. Something had
happened. There had been a sharp,
“He wns my friend, mndame. He insignificant little pain between ber
belonged to my company. He was not shoulders—a mere nothing. She caught
strong, and one day out In the desert her breath; It hurt her, and she turned
he gave way. He went mad, I think— slowly, her eyes wide open with a
mad with exhaustion and thirst He childish amazement
disobeyed orders, and they gave him a
“What has happened?”
double burden. He broke down, and
The woman opposite her said noth-
they left him out there—In tbe desert." Ing. Her face, through the rising m ist
“How long ago?"
wns blank, unreadable^ Sylvia put ber
"As I have said—nearly two years. fingers to her lips—sbe did not know
It was Colonel Destlnn’s great forced why she had done so; she saw now
march south—one hundred and fifty that there was blood on her fingers.
kilometers In three days. Many of us Sbe remembered that she had kissed
died on the road.”
one of the roses. Perhaps It had bled.
She laughed suddenly. She bad the She tried to turn back again. Her
odd feeling that there waa a third per limbs were curiously heavy—almost
son In the room—a black faceless leadeD. Then she dropped, face down
shadow that had laughed with her. Sbe ward, amid the scattered roses.
had to make a great effort to regain
(T O B E C O N T I N U E D .)
Meet Conditions as Th e y Rise.
“Afterward they allowed me to go j No man knows wbat is ahead of to
back and fetch his body. I did not day. or what Is Just around the cor
know his real name, but he had given ner. The only thing for us to do la to
me the locket and It occurred to me step where we can see clearly today,
that If ever bis people knew they and be prepared to meet with confi
would be glad that he had not been dence and courage the obstacles which
left out there—alone. He lies In the may arise tomorrow.
T h e R ed M irage
A Story o f the French Legion in Algiers
By L, A. R. WYLIE
U lln a h u m e r i t Tba Bobbr-ManiU C oJ
gin a new life together In a new world,
my wife. There will be no shadow
Tbe clear eye« darkened. Oabrlelle between na where we are going—”
She shrank from him, half lu horror,
Smith did not take the extended hands.
half in vague fear. He was dying,
Her own were clasped before her.
“I base come to plead with you, and be seemed so sure. He did not
ask for forgiveness; there was no re
Madame Arnaud—not to Judge.”
“And If I promise you—If I tell yon morse In his sunken eyes— rather a
His band still
that 1 will do all that lies in my grave, serene pity.
held hers. There was a power In Its
"Then ray errand Is accomplished." weakness which terrified her: she felt
Sylvia’s hands dropped. It struck as though she would never be able to
her that this woman bad a mean soul, free herself.
“8ylvla—yon will not leave me? I
coarsened with rough contact with the
world. She could not rise to the high feel as though I could rest with you
altitudes of forgiveness and reconcili beside me. You will stay?"
ation. She could only grnsp the ma
"I have loved you so greatly, my
terial things of life. Sylvia caught a
glance of her own reflr-tlon
the wife. I have been down to hel! for
glass opposite, and she saw bow ethe love of you, and now 1 am fighting my
real her own beauty had become. After way back— to you—to the light Love
all, beauty is the outward and visible Is stronger thau sin—than death—than
sign. Suddenly her name was called— <5od himself—” His voice trailed off
roughly yet piteously—and her eyes again, bis eyelids dropped, hiding the
pale light of ecstatic delirium.
The nurse entered on tiptoe.
“That's my husband,” she said
"There Is a man—a soldier— In the
gravely. “Even In bis delirium be Is
always calling for me. The dying are drawing room, madame,” she whis
sacred, are they not? We must for pered. "H e brings a message for
mudame— It must be delivered at once.
give them as we forgive the dead."
I will keep watch while madam« Is
"Y es,” Gabrlelle assented.
" I must go to him. But I will do gone."
She nodded. He had sent for her. She
what I have promised. I— I will atone
for him. Perhaps It may soothe him— wns going to him. Nothing mattered
comfort him to think thnt the wrong now. She had waited long enough.
he has done has been lighted—don't The little fragile chain of self-control
had snupped. She was going to him
—now. cost what It would. Yet out
wardly she was quite calm as she
But Oabrlelle Smith did not seem
to see the extended hand. There was
a hard line about the One mouth, and
without greeting—almost as though
goaded by an Impatient contempt—she
went out of the open French windows
Into the brnzen glare of the afternoon.
Sylvia Arnaud watched the slight up
right figure vauish Into the archway
beyond the courtyard. She was vague
ly disconcerted—like an actress Isft
suddenly without her cue—and be
neath the tranquil consciousness of vlr-
tue there stirred the old hatred, the
old m istrust
In the sIckrooraTairw as'stlll "again.
The blinds were drawn, and In the
green-tinted shadows Desire’s face
showed like a white light
softly over to bis bedside and sat
down, looking at him. Ills eyes were
closed and be appeared to sleep. A
cold wonder crept over her. He had
changed so completely In those few
months of their married life that the
change censed to be terrible. This
wns not the man whose fleeting, un
known fascination had caught her rest
less fancy—not even the man she bad
grown weary of. He wns nothing—a
mere husk of something that had once
been. Still, as she sat there aud looked
back on those months, many things
became triumphantly clear to her. She
understood why she had grown weary,
and why weariness hnd changed to
nausea. He was a hnd man. He had
sinned; he had let another suffer for
him, and had pursued bis victim with
a relentless hatred. Her woman’s In
“Who Is Thla, Madame?"
stinct had recognized the evil and had
passed Judgm ent Beside him Rich
ard Farquhar's figure gleamed In the pushed aside tbe curtains. Only the BURIED WITH HAND MIRRORS consists of several strands of car-
limelight of her Imagination—a cheva uneven color of her cheeks might have
nellan beads inscribed with the car
lier of the old school, quixotic and betrayed her.
of Sesostris. The government
“Yea?" abe enld Interrogatively.
romantic. But she did not love him.
of Egypt will keep a part of this neck
Marked in Ancient Egyptian
Tbe legtouary standing against the
Perhaps there was even somewhere In
lace, and Doctor Fisher will send the
her a vague contempt—at le a st a light turned aud clapped bis heels to
remainder of it to Philadelphia.
slightly pntronlzlug pity strengthened
“Bury me with my mirror—so when
"A letter, madame. to be delivered In
by the knowledge that now his salva
l become a mummy I can see if my hat
Our Increasing Population.
tion was In her tímida. Her thoughts your bands.”
Census bureau experts estimate that
“ I thank you." Her voice sounded is on straight."
passed on from him to the Implacable,
So spoke the wives and daughters of the population of the United States
ruthless man who had come back to gentle, graciously courteous. She tore
_ on January 1 was 101.208,315, and that
her out of the Jaws of death, and to open the letter with steady fingers. seven thousand years ago,
■whom she was going with the sur “Will you take back a message from evidence dug up at Dendereh, one of by July 1 next *t will be 102,017,302.
the oldest cities of Egypt, by the Eck- On July 1 last year they figured the
render of her whole self. And as she me?” she asked.
"Such are my orders, madame."
thought of him Invisible hands tore
ley B. Coxe, Jr., expedition sent out by population at 100,399,318.
"W ill you tell Colpnel Destlnn the Philadelphia Cntverstty museum.
down the veil, and she saw the pic
Or. the basis of the rate of increase
ture that he had painted of her—saw • Y es'r
Dr. Clarence S. Fisher, director of the between the 1900 and the 1910 cen
"Is that all madame?"
It aud shrank from It even though she
expedition, has sent report of the op suses the bureau estimates that there
“That la all."
knew that It was the I n s i g n i a of his
is an increase of 808,997 in the popula-
The vanity of the women of those tion of the United States every six
Desire's eyes opened. They rested ing her.
early dr#s was revealed by some an- “ onths. or an annual increase of 1 ,.
“Madame. I have another message.
full on her faca, and lu their recogni
clent graves which the university ex- 617-994- The census estimate is that
tion, their pathetic, helpless worship It is for auother lady—a Mademoi plorers opened. In several of these the Population of the country is in-
she regained herself and the height« of selle Oabrlelle. who Is Madame's com graves they found highly polished cre«slng at the rate of 4.433 a day—
her virtue. She bent over him.
bronze mirrors, which had been buried j 18,1 eT*ry hour and 3 1-15 persons ev-
"Are yon better. Dealre?"
with the women, who were supposed to ery minute.
•’Sylvia." Ills hand groped feebly
need them after death.
Western states have led in growth
for hers. She touched It kindly, she break.”
heading the list, with
Sbe caught her breath Inaudlbly.
would not reproach him. She was for
giving him. He wns golug to die. The pulse stopped for a moment In tained a cow. which was supposed to j °.k,ahoma. Nevada. North Dakota and
Aud then she would be free. She did the full course of her reckless purpose nourish the dead In another a dog New Mex,co following in the ord°r
not think of her freedom. It was like something gripped and held her—a waa burled with a child, and one had Il*med —New York Independent.
a hidden puls*— beating persistently, poignant suspicion, so emotion that a bunch of dates four thousand vears
* omen UrB«<l to Raise Chicken«.
waa like Jealousy.
Museum authorities regard as one of i __ °vU®eholdtr8. throughout England
" I heard you call,'* she said. **!s
“Mademolsella Oabrlelle la not here."
are being urged to keep a few chick
there auythlug want? The nurse will she said slowly. “If you give ms the the most valuable finds a necklace
the home r production
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vS IV H l
message 1 will deliver I t ”
be back In a m om ent"
that it belonged to Sesoetrls, a king bn . T * ! . ' . “ year ln nortnal time«
“It is verbal."
He caressed her band with an in
who lived «bout 3500 B. C . and who is ™
imports 258.000.000 eggs.
su lte tenderness.
"I will deliver It exactly."
5he womans section of the National
"They are going to shoot him at
He looked at her. Sbe did not Ilka •aid •-
Poultry «ociety. which Is behind Lbs
daybreak." be said very gently. “And hla face. There was an Imperturb world.
declares that much w««t«
then all will be well, will it not? Ton able arrogance In bis eyes which of
The oocklace was found on a woman
^>*d«d 17 householder« had
will forget him. Yon will learn to fended her
who mag have been a daughter of the •
few ”A~*‘en« to which to throw
!—everyth \g H e shall be-
“Tbk ■ —«age 1 « a simple one. My king or on« of his favorite wives, it
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■ A S O L O S O M S M . U O D tX tlk i n . l M U n ,z
O n ly a Lady In the Making.
Flve-year-old Freddy often ihcv
pugilistic tendencies. One day hek
been using his fists on 3-year-old
ter H elen. His visiting auntie
“Freddy, don’t you know that a ,
tleman never strikes a lady?”
Instantly Helen stopped crying
exclaimed, “They do, too."
" W h y , H e l e n , ” said auntie,
d id y o u e v e r s e e a gentleman strike
la d y ? ”
W ith an air of convincing proof,
little maid replied, "Why, my
spanks me.”—Christian Herald.
Bringing it Home to Her.
•‘I’m glad to know,” said the
ville matron, “that there's such
thing as a conscience fund in
country and people are secretly
turning to the government the
they embezzled from it How nice!
“Yes,” growled the old man. “It
nice; aud if I had all the dollars '
dimes you’ve frisked from my f
overnight there’d be a home
ence fund that would be a great i
to both of us.”—Atlanta
The Way of It
“There was a great wreck of»
“How was that?”
"T h e police raided the place just
the schooners were crossing the bar,
— Baltim ore American.
HUSBAND S l l
Stopped Most Terrible
fering by Getting Her Ly®*
E . Pinkham’s Vegeta
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trouble sod tofc
hardly do ny‘
I was very i
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summer wh*0 1»,
where I could t * :
my W s Orkl-
chill i ev«J
daysn d bo t«*-
and dizzy •P*“ '
moat burst. I gotw hereI***_
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and told him to get your
got Lydia E. Pinkham’» Vif “ T . j- i
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female trouble aince. I
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female ilia, g et a bottle ■ TT
Pink ham'a Vegetable ComP*^
i the treatment