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as they «put il11i1 jnl on Jul) l.
A group of Illlllt rs: in (1111- 11! the (.1; ll minus. .1! (‘ 1. ll (‘ii\'.
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and ( :111 velzl will [rel the efforts 0;
Labor Davzh and John l.
the l'nited States
111;; cities of Eastern (1 '1.:- 3:1
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This photograph taken at Fma t (ionir-niiie
1 E 111 Ill('
CHEER WHEN THEY QUIT THEIR JOBS.
commit? ”immi 5W4.
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the greatest mine strike
il“hi'f.!li‘fl up :1 ll‘w’l' mm 11'i'1‘
now (lit on a strike.
nixed Mine Workers of America,
Vast, shows a group of strikers laughing and frolicking
JUST A FEW OF THE 600 000 MEN STRIKING AG AINST REDUCTIO
«PM.
I'nivss Secretary of
came“) an agreement
in history. The manufactur—
1‘ [0 ,wix‘ply the output.
CANADA HIT HARD BY MINE STRIKE—WILL USE OWN PRODUCT.
concerns.
The mine strike not only has its effect upon the I nitcd States but on Eastern Canada as well.
up through the Atlantic seaboard, where the manufacturing CltliS ale located. the shortage of anthracite
. 58 felt. Canada is now (lepemlent upon
uthe mine owners of the United States is unlimited. \thn
. their own bituminous product it is doubtful Whttllt‘r iiey will readily
h1r own m1 nes to supply the output.
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THINK any woman should show a
willingness to be won. not lead a
man on to a declaration and then
appear as if marriage was a totally
new thought to her. It makes a man
feel such a fool to be turned down by
I woman who has, perhaps, been given
‘ the opportunity of refusing a dozen
others. it makes him feel like a. scalp-
lock dangling at her belt. It hurts his
eelfcrespoct.” thus growled Donald
. Bartlett, who'wss sitting on the porch
7- ‘It my side.
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Just a word or hint that he would be
‘acé‘eptable and my struggles as a
newspaper woman would be over and
I would be mistress of the big Bart—
lett house on. the hit].
"But a woman. too, has her pride.
1: couldn't let I. man know that she
ved him. and then never be asked."_l
ntered.
Just then.t.he Wheeler girls and
Francis Holbrook came across the
lawn, swinging their rackets.
“Come down to the court and have
a last game of tennis, Donald."
“And you, too. uni-a," said H01-
7 brook.
"Ila! thank you." I replied, “I have
“(‘onfound that newspaper work,"
muttered Don
if you are going to town tomorrow
you might give us one last foursome,
Donald," said Belle Wheeler, coaxing-
ly. ‘
"All right," he replied with a shrug.
“it is my last chance for a good mamv
things."
His look at me seemed to say it was
my last chance. 3
“Well, if he is always as surly as he
is this afternoon. I'm sure I don't want
him." I thought, "and I simply will
not wear my heart on my sleeve for the
sake 0f saving any man's face. Why.
I don't know my own mind, myself. He
is too awfully careful not to commit
himself. Bother all this psychoanaly-
sis, anyhow. It makes me so uncer‘
tain in my mind, I feel as if I had no
mind at all."
"Well, come and play." said Don.
picking up a racket and starting
across the lawn. . -
"You'll be at home this evening,
Lam?" he asked. softening his tone
as he spoke. I felt sorry for him
when he looked at me like that. He
was such a lovable fellow if he could
only lose his overweening pride.
1!. flaming. in: 13°“: m"? 1 W‘ T“ “25‘
Canadian m1nufa1turers
Illi"'(.',.f’ "(W
All
The effect this will haxe 1m
(mic not used to
plate their orders with American
This picture shows the Erie Railway pi era and freight yards at Ilolioken. “hr -re thousands of
coal cars :11.» lying idle.
Following the surrender of Four Courts by Eamon dc Vale;
and fire the town This icture taken a week or hrs ago shoes
while fillielnen endeavor to check the flames from consuming the plant of Joscph Rea &
back the crowds,
Sons.
DUBLIN FIRED BY INCENDARIES.
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a. incendiaries at once started to pillage
an armed detachment of troops holding
SIR HENRY WILSON’S ASSASSINATORS.
JOHN O' BRIEN
The first I‘ll lures to arrive in the l'nited States of the Slayers of Marshal Sir Henry
Britain“ .. rnaiu: soldier shot to death in front of his home in llaton square, London.
JAMES
CONNOLLY
Wilson, Great
Fallen mg capture.
the 1; ref :serl in .mxuer the questions put before them, and “hen asked where the) um: ropli ed they had
no linr: v I oi‘1 1r) 24 years (if age.
‘l‘C éi’h‘d tfi'.
Arbitrations
er of the n; ..
justice, free 2:
Court of Ian .5
common—5:: ~~ r »-
deterrmnzltlon o: ‘_ .
bitraliou.‘
A... .v-ro—‘owp- “a... . . .
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put-ei'ulufilu'un.
Nearly ’1 and in poor . ~
former S: William I,
is in (‘ol 1 . South Amer
the repr ativc of a
American syndicate which 312. 5'.
build a railroad there. Iii .. ”
to recoup his fortune to ' '
losses of depositors who
by the failure of the trust
savings bank of which he was :“r”
Lent. in Chicago.
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Egypt of America.
(‘orics imlclml first in'Yllraian in
17119 on his “in to Conquer Mexico.
One of his fullmn‘rs who undertook
the subjugation of the peninsula in
1527 found the wonderful ruined teln~
pies and palaces of the old Maya cit-
ies whose beauties and wonders have
earned or l'ucumu the title of “The
Egypt 0' America."
~ That's When it Was.
“Yup." solimquized Ep 83112. the
sage of Flunnery's Flats. “some folks
are lookin‘ forward to a mtilennium.
They'd oughter look back to the tinny
when a woman was glad to stand be-
hind her husbdhd's chair to be photo-
phed and realize that the mil-
enhlum has been—and K9331“
~American Legion Weekly,
Got Policeman's Goat.
“It‘s a hard life," said the tram:
policeman. "What's the trouble?"
asked the genial old gentleman. “I
had to call down a fashionable dame
Just now for violating a traffic law.
The look she gave me was bad enough,
but the way her poodle dog named
in my face was positively insulting.”
-—Birmingha;n Age-Herald.
A Thought for the Day.
“‘ork diligently and be honnmbzg
and when you are dead the worid win
$1511: “How much did he leave?
-’--Birmingham News.
Friendlinesu.
A friend is one who gives y-u .
little sympathy and not so dorm-d
much advice. -—Baltimore Sun.
ably end by marrying him and spend
the rest of my life trying to rub oi! his
little disagreeable ways. All men have
some faults. But I will not propose.
that's final!" I said. flatly.
"Yes. it is too hot to wander far
afield. And I. too, must soonbe going
back to my Winter quarters. I want
to stay right here and enjoy every min-
ute of my stay, for I love the river."
"Too bad the river couldn't hear you
say 50." said Donald, at which the oth-
ers laughed. All knew he was waiting
for a sign from his chosen lady.
. I waved farewell and settled myself
in a steamer chair with a book. ”I can
read a. little in peace and then watch
the sunset," “I said. talking to myself.
“Ben-Hur" isn't light Summer read-
ing. I began it when Bruce gave it to
me on my 19th birthday, and when I
heard that he was drafted thit day I
put the book away and forgot it. Now
I mean to finish it. Poor Bruce, I
wrote him a letter thanking him forms
gift. Iunafnldlrevealedmoreof
my emotions at his departure for-Camp
Devan: than was quite matdenly.
Justthemlturnedthepegeetotho
somewhere Tire-h mdhermothurlmflbohmmsamm
were m It Ben-Bur. asleep.
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exclaimed, as the half-finished letter
fell to the floor.
I tore it open hastily and read:
“Dear Bruce—How can I bear to let
you 80—”
That was enough. Icould feel my
cheeks burning furiously as I tore the
letter into shreds. When was my
boasted self-control?
“As much as am to Donald and I
would now be his promised wife." I
said to myself.
"I'm glad I never sent it. Though
perhaps it would have been some com-
fort to him in his harbours-tn know
that some girl thought lovingly of him.
But all those dreams are ended now.
If I could only make up my’mlnd to
express to Don one-half of the warmth
of that letter my e for living would
be over. I neverw 's'wife. He
never even asked me. roar Dom”!
fished.
Although I was talking to myself I
was not very noisy, which was lucky
Around the mrnq- of the housfceme
Horace £15th with his m and
point-box. 49*: ,.._
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as he lifted it to break bread with the
sahib. "
“Especially if that guest were Hmce
Neyland.” I laughed. ~
"It might be some camel's compari-
son. making a touch of color in the
desert," I suggested»
“Good!” he exclaimed.
artist out of you yet."
”Never a creator of the beautiful.
only an appreciator,” I responded,
pleased with his approval.
“Oh. I don’t know about that. Your
word pictures are certainly little gems.
Your pen is certainly as gifted as my
paint brush."
. "Well then, I'll try again. A pair of
rich saddle-bags, stored with spices,
and dried dates. an sweet perfumes."
"BravO!" cried Newland. “Try
again!”
October‘ had touched the marsh
grass and made the old familiar
scene a new delight; The long nar-
. marsh. like
some beautiful “9111. Oriental carpet.
smooth in its sheen'of blending colors.
followed the "line of the river. Soft
has melted into source, and ochre:
mellowed into browns. men the slime
“I'll make an
touched with green and beautified the
whole. A swelling undulation of the
tall grasses. caused by the Summer
breeze, made a shimmering sheen, new
light, now dark, and ever changing.
“I fancy that splotch of Indian red
and burnt orange at one end, some low
huckleberry bush I guess, makes the)
marsh like a Moslem prayer rug where
the faithful kneel at prayer.”
“Put those in your note book," said
Neyland. "You may need them to
paint with some time," he advised.
“i-Iow about calling it the famous
Tangu carpet that brings me back
from the dead of No Man's Land to the
glorious present?" laughed a soldier
from behind the screen door.
I gasped as I beheld Bruce Lindsay.
in uniform and very much alive.
“Qiick! Put this ring upon your
finger before the crowd comes. I
think I see the Wheeler girls in the
distance. And isn 't that Donald Bart-
lett with them coming this way?"
"Well, gmd-hy. Laura. said Neyland,
"I see that your life. is destined to be
filled with color, even if not of my or-
den; I hope you will appreciate the
beauty of other things as you did that
of the mar ," he said. looking from
Bruce to me, significantly. .
“I've loved you throughout all the
nights of horror «in Fraud,” said
Bruce, pushing through the screen ,
door and hardly giving Neyland more
than a look and a 1nd.
“If you do not love me now you are
"and
No waiting here for a sign.
was evidently actuated by it»
singleness of purpose that (a
over the top. The tired 1817..
ers were straggling Up the $112 ‘1
“What's on the carpet, nea :
Holbl‘ook, sinking into 3 (hair 53 .
haustion, but willing to make 3 $37
of it.
“My wedding," I confessed.
Bruce by the hand to introduce .
““‘eil, upon my word, Li: '-
thought you were sleeping and“ ’36
poppies in. France! Can if m“ I be
you in the flesh?" exclaimed ““57““
in surprise.
“How did you arrive with 0‘5-
friends knowing a thing slim:t E:-
Just then I saw Donald star!‘ - "ll
surprise as he caught sigh‘ t“
solitaire. Did I imagine that 15* ‘7"
was followed by a toss of the 1:99..
pride?
“Well I thought I could se'e l»
writing her fingers on befow
would give a sign and so I came 5:314
on her magic carpet to win ht"
boldly acknowledged before the V“
without waiting for an! act?
from me or chance to refuse him I
I gave one regretful look at 31‘? [ff-1161
who had almost won my heart and
wOuld make someone e and h?"
if he would only ask her d
Then suddenly I saw in: Neil”
hedmeant by the mgr-sunk“:
able to apprecim the hurtful 135;:
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