Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 31, Number 350, 24 January 1907 — Page 7

The Richmond Palladium, Thursday, January 24, 1907,

Page Seven.

There are few men, fewer women, who do not enjoy a thoroughly good short story. To gratify this almost universal taste arrangements have been made by this paper to secure for its readers 8 series of original stories of a character superior to any that have hitherto appeared in any newspaper, and that the highest class magazines cannot hope to surpass. This is an idea that is sure to prove to our readers as pleasing as it is new. The stories will be published weekly, and each will be complete. They will be illustrated with pictures of a class it has always been deemed impossible for newspapers to attempt to present first, because of the great expense of obtaining original illustrations from artists of the highest rank; and, next, because of the mechanical difficulties that prevented the proper presentation of such illustrations in the pages of a newspaper. Both those obstacles have been overcome, and thus this new newgpapcr idea nas been made possible. This series will be made up of contributions from the pens of the men and women who have won foremost place among the writers of the short story a department of literary art in which America has always held enviable prominence. They are the writers whose names hold leading place on the contents lists of the leading magazines of the country, the writers who are breathing fresh life and vigor into our literature and whose combined efforts are raising it to higher and higher levels, bouVin conception and in technical perfection of execution. They are the young writers, the writers of the day who portray the life of the day, and whose lines of interesting, absorbing fiction are hewn closer to the truth than are the drier lines of those who profess to write only, of facts. Among the writers from whom stories have already been ob

tained for this series is O. Henry, whose versatile pen has won fame throughout the land for its humor and its pathos, for its adventurous farce and its delicate touch when dealing with the gravest of subjects, and always, always for its truthfully realistic presentation of the life amid which we move to-day. Leo Crane, with his knowledge gained by stern experience of the wild, frozen lands of the Northwest, writes of the Argonauts of today and of the tragic incidents into which they are led in their search for gold. Hugh O. Pentecost, divine, lawyer, journalist, sociologist and philosopher, who has always had in view the study" of humanity, writes, with fiction as his medium, of life as he has found it, of the passions that mould and control life. . And "John Oliver Hobbes," Mrs. Craigie, whose death caused mourning on both sides of the Atlantic among the many thousands who had learned to love her through her stories, will still speak to those friends through stories that will appear in this series, stories that have never yet been published. But to continue the list of authors who contribute to the series would require extended space. To mention but a few, there are Charles Battell Loomis, a prince in the kingdom of humor; Eugene Wood,- Hugh Pendexter, Owen Oliver, Grace McGovvan Cook, Margaret Foster, Walter Hackett, Ellen M. Palmer, Annie Hamilton Donnell, Henry Irving Dodge, Jeannette Cooper, Zona Gale, Theodosia I. Garrison. The mere reading of the names proves that mental food for. every taste will be given, be that taste inclined to smiling humor, to laughing. farce, to psychological study of mind and heart, to stirring incident or tragic adventure. Every phase of life will be touched

upon and illumined with fiction that is. truer than fact can ever hope to be. And in securing artists to illustrate the stories there has been kept in view more than the mere selection of brush or pencil that has given proof of high artistic conception and skilled technique of execution. There has been kept ever in mind the necessity of so mating pen and pencil that there would be commingling of spirit, and that the illustration presented to the eye of the reader, while pleasing with its technical truth and beauty, would also convey to the mind the spirit of the scenes and characters portrayed. In this twofold direction no newspaper has ever before attempted to venture. As a consequence, there will be found a diversity of manner and of touch in the illustrations corresponding to that distinguishing the stories they illustrate. Among the artists who will illustrate the stories are 'A. Methfessel, who has extended the walls of his studio so that it embraces all out-doors, and whose models are found on every highway and every byway; Ike Morgan, whose illustrations are sought for by the leading magazines of the country; Walter Whitehead, who in furnishing illustrations for this series has had recourse to brush and oil and canvas to enable him to do justice to his subject; Jerome Uhl, who is noted for his realistic portrayal, of the Chinaman in every phase of the life he lives apart, in the tortuous dens to which the Caucasian seldom gains entrance; and in their company will work many other artists of equal skill and fame. Thus our readers may well look forward with" pleasurable to ticipation to the inauguration of this new newspaper idea.

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1 Jess and Johnny, f

A JLOVJE STORY. 2

By Annie Hamilton Donnell. Coptbiobt. 1900. -Br Ajnrui Hamilton Donmx.

rMUa It?, Johnay? That he will! He's too likely a chap goln to be foreman, certain to be wastin himself like that. B'gosh. man. lt'd be the ruination o Johnny!" "You quit com in down on Jess, Tim Bradlee! There" ain't no other girl tendln looms to these works" "Oh. Jess is good enough; she's all right. .1 .wouldn't look further myself If I didn't have my little old woman n'ready.- Jess- is all- right but there's the little un and the granny. That's where Johnny'd miss it" "Yes,' 'sure; tberej the little un and the granny." . . The second voice had dubious notes In It. There seemed-no room for-fur-' ther argument. Noonings, at the Liberty woolen mills, the men stood round In little groups of

threes or fours, clinking their dinner palls as a needless whet to their appetites. . It was a breach of etiquette In the unwritten code of Liberty woolen mills' lav tp.open the dinner pails too soon. The girl operatives collected in the open windows or by themselves out In the yard all but Jess. Jess went home at noon, though it was a long walk back and forth. She shot past the two speakers now. her lithe, beautiful figure balanced straight ahead. Of course she had beard. The little shabby man who bad taken her part fidgeted nervously. "You'd ought, to watch out, Tim," he muttered. "Watch-out!" . retorted the other. "You can't watch out for comets scootIn acrost your tracks. Jess is a reg'lar comet." The barren road, thick with white dnst and scorching with stored up sun rays, stretched , away from the great looming bulks of the "works" as if making A Jbee lino to escape from them. Dimly, at' Its terminus, one could distinguish the rows upon rows of little houses flanked by two big boarding houses that made up Liberty. Liberty! The name was such a misfit. It was the one thing wanting In the little settlementliberty. : .- Jessie Binney or Just Jess, as every one called her sped down the hot roadway. She was going home to the little un and granny, and trying to outrun Johnny. Both spurs urged her on with equal incentives. She knew Johany. was behind she could hear the pound of his big feet on the road, muffled by the carpet of white dust. She was so familiar with the sound.

Ahead way ahead the little un was waiting. Jess was familiar with that too. The tiny, stooped figure always "waited. "Jess. Jess!" Johnny called, pleadingly. A little flavor of Injury was In the sound of his voice. It waa most a pity, after braving the men's jeers, to be treated this way. Job any cherished the sweet memory of three red letter noonings when Jess, like the little un. Had"" waited." He made "the" most' of them it seemed so likely they would bar to suffice for him. . "Jess! I say, Jsssi" . The girl forged ahead steadily. "But there's the little on and the granny that's where Johnny'd miss it," sounded In her ears. She had known It before yes, yes, certainly but the men's voices made it dlsttnetly clear to her now. The reiteration in her brain There's the little un and the granny the little un and the granny" onlv underlined it. . -T-fl ttfT!1- tThr'11rra"

ma cuugfatuiatea nerseir g.-iiniy. titr

thin, handsome face was set in lines of

pain. The .pounding steps behind changed their time abruptly. With a spurt of speed Johnny shot by her, and faced her in the dusty road.. "Jess, little girl," he said humbly. His good, brown face was wistful in Its pleading. "You'll let me speak to you a minute, Jess? A minute ain't much to ask, now, is It?" "No, no; let me go past, Johnny. I've got to. Granny's waiting for her tea. and the little un" "Must wait too. I'll make It up to the little un, Jess. What I've got to say is that I I love you, Jess. I do it as honest and hearty as a man ever loved a woman ever. The Lord A'niighty knows I do. I want you to let me marry you, Jess. I want to have a right to take care o" you, Jess. Jess!" He had hurried over the little speech as If time were precious, but the cry at the end came from his soul. He had Ws hard brown hands out to her. "Let me go past, Johnny; let me go past!" cried Jess fiercely. She could not trust herself to look at him. It was her only safeguard. , "Answer me straight out, Jess Binney!" demanded Johnny, with stern despair. "Ain't I got the right to be answered same as other men? Ain't I?

Ain't I waited long enough for an answer? No, no; not that. Jess! Don't

say you don't love me! I I know that.

But I want you auyway. I'll be that

good to you, little girl! ,111 take that

care o you" Jess stared down the white roadway

unseeingly. Even the little un's bowed figure, waiting, did not come within her vision. She began to speak In a

harsh, strained voice.

"You want me to answer straight out ain't that what you said. Johnny?

Well, It won't take long. It's so short." For one instant Jess let her eyes meet Johnny's. She towered, straight and pitiless, between him and the sun. "No." she said quietly. "Now let me go past, Johnny." The little ca was whimpering softly to himself. Jess held out her hand to him with gentle conciliation. She was always gentle with the little un, and for her sake every one else was gentle too. He was tiny and weird, and his little childish face peered out through a tangle of yellow hair. It was not'a misfit, this name. He would always be a little un In body and in mind. "I'm hunger-y." he wailed. "You'd Just's lieves I'd be hunger-y yes. you would too! You you want me to be hunger-y r . . "Why, little un! -Why, little un!" crooned Jess soothingly, the mother sound in her voice. The little un could not remember any other mother but Jess. For six of his seven years she had mothered his misshapen, stunted little body tenderly. "Why, little un, and sister was goln to give you such a nice puddin today! With" !

She bent over and whispered something in his ear. "Plums!" shrieked the little un "Plums In it plums r "Five of in. little un all in your piece," Jess said, smiling In her pain, for her heart was like a stone in her breast. She could look back and sec Johnny slouching back along the white, glaring road. She had sent him away from her. How could 6he mind the looms day after day without Johnny's tender words In her ears and Johnny to wait outside and walk home with her? How could she bear the unending grind of her young life without Johnny? The vista of years that opened before her and reached into the dim perrpectlve of old age old age like granny'sstifled her and killed her courage. Her feet stumbled heavily along beside the little un's. ' ... - Granny was waitinr too. There vhi

ineai anu nuiry nacK at the ciang of the factory bell. There was no time for

Jess to eat. but it did not matter to

her.

veeks crept by until they were

months, and it was crisp, late fall Since that hot. white day when John ny overtook her and the little un wait ed. whimpering. Johnny had never walked home with her.. He had taken his answer stolidly - and gone about among his looms with the plodding step of an old inan. Jess had missl his sweet, shrill whistle above the muffled thunder of machines. Johnny had always whistled loiidly for Jess to hear. Shi? had told hlni once that It shortened the hours. Now he never whistled at all. When he met Jess, it was just a grave nod of his head he gave her. ' On one of the autumn days Jess took the little un to the works with her because granny was ailin? and his noise fretted her sadly. He had never befii among the looms times enough to get used to their whirring, ceaseless activity. The novelty of it amused him. and for a long time he crouched contentedly by Jess. He was so still she forgot at last that he was there, and when he crept away on a little trip of discovery she did not notice. She was minding her loom In a daze of broken dreams and only the mechanical training of her eyes to detect imperfections and the prompt response of her fingers to cor

rect them prevented trouble. Her well

drilled sight and muscles stood guard While she dreamed. In the middle of the afternoon a commotion arose at the farther end of the great room. People ran about, and there were excited shouts and one shrill, clear, frightened cry. like a child's. Jess eyes and ears were untrained to such sounds. They failed to reach her. She worked on dreamily.

Some one beside her shook her arm

and shrieked at her.

"Jess! Quick, Jess!- Somebody's caught In the sbaftin. Let's go oh.

hear !em 6houtin! Hurry, can't you?'

But Jess . woke slowly from her

dreams. She was the last one to mix

in the excited little crowd. The girls and men were waiting for her with solemn faces. They made a straight path for her to the. motionless form on

the floor. The little un, with torn

clothes, stumbled out of somebody's

arms and met her half way. "

"I'm killed! Oh, Jess, I'm killed!" he

sobbed tumultuously. His poor little

"He belongs to me. Tm goin to marru him." twisted body was quivering like a little shriveled leaf in the wind. "I'm killed an to pieces it kept goln round and round. It wouldn't stop Jess, Jess, listen!" But the girl had thrust him aside and darted ahead to Johnny, on the floor. S. Ul. cro&feed: bc&o. and. r en .tie

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were sobbing like the little un. "Where we goin to carry him to?" muttered Tim Bradlee huskily. "Johnny didn't have no home nor no folks." " He used, the past tense unconsciously. This was not Johnny now it had been. The girls stood about, wringing their hands hysterically. "He warn't worth It such a little humpbacked thing," somebody said shrilly. J "Sh, can't you? - Do you want Jess to hear?" cried some one else. But there was no danger. Jess was wiping the blood from Johnny's face. She had on!- heard Tim Bradlee. With a sudden movement she stood before him. "Carry Johnny to my house, Tim." she said quietly. "He belongs to me. I'm goin to marry him." The girl's voice rang out distinctly.

.There was no quiver of doubt-or of

shame In it. She faced them all splendidly. One of the girls uttered a nervous sound that might have been a sob or a laugh. Jess caught the look on her face. "I am goin to marry Johnny," she repeated sharply. "Oh, you needn't look that way, Moll Dlxey! Johnny ain't dead. He belongs to me, and I tell you I'm goin to marry him. Won't somebody carry him to my house? Has anybody gone for a doctor?" "Yes. yes. two of the boys." volunteered many voices. "He'd ought to be here Inside o the 'arf 'our. - Stiddy.

boys easy!" If Johnny had been a baby instead of a brawny, crushed giant, they could

not have carried him more tenderly down the straight road outlined In crimson and gold. Relays followed, and the poor, unconscious load was shifted occasionally with the gentleness of mothers handling their babies. Jess and the little un went on ahead.

The child was sobbing still under his breath, and his little torn clothes trailed, unnoticed, behind him. The horror of the terrible minute before Johnny sprang to his rescue was overkeen for his unbalanced little mind. "I'm killed!' I'm killed!" he moaned with patient reiteration. "You'd just as lieves I'd be killed. Jess; yes, you would too! You ain't sorry." And Jess -was -not even thinking of the little un. She had forgotten him for once. When Johnny woke out of his stupor, he thought he had gone to heaven and one of the angels was bending over him. She was very sweet and gentle. Why; it is Jess!- Then Jess had gone to heaven too? Johnny experienced a sense of relief at the thought. It wouldn't be real heaven without Jess. "Jess. UAle girl." he whispered, "when'd you come? "Sh! Johnny, don't talk. Yes, it's me. If s Jess. I'm taking care o you. You've had a kind o" sickness. Sh!" And Johnny closed his eyes again, with a great Joy mastering his pals.

Slowly, very slowly, his awful bruises yielded to the gentle ministry of nature and Jess. Very slowly Johnny lumbered back to life. The little settlement of Liberty had been under snow a month or more before he saw , It again. - ..:. . At first Jess had staid away from the works to narse him; then she had gradually trusted him more and more to granny. She could not lose the money she earned at the looms. . One day Johnny sat up in bed and demanded a. looking glass. Jess was at the factory. The little un sat on the foot of the bed playing with a bit of bright string. , . "Say, little un. you know what a lookin glass is, bey? Well, you run sad fetch me one." said Johnny. ' "I knowr the little tin cried delightedly r ' "rVegot one myselfl Itcame out o a winder, and you can look through it and the trees and the

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"No, no! ak graru:y. lirannyii know," the sick man eald fretfully. Granny came in with the looking glnss, a a last resort, behind her, for Jess had said no. She looked frightened. "There, there, Johnny! There, there! You go right to sleep and git rested up, or. If you'd rutber, I'll fetch you In some beautiful porridge. Jess made it," she added artfully. ; "Fetch me a lookln glass!" roared Johnny. 'Ive been feelin over my face? there's somethin wrong with It." Poor Johnny! It was all wrong. He had hazarded-and- lost all his rough manly beauty.- The thin face on the pillow was wasted and marred. "Granny, I'll get out o' bed if you don't fetch it," be persisted, and granny yielded weakly. The little un peered over Johnny's shoulder as he looked. "Ain't you bombly, Johnny?" he piped shrilly. "My, your face is all crossways'" s Wtipn .Ipsa rnrrm hdmp. .TnhnnT's fart

was turned away. He covered it witbV

his great lean hands. "Johnny. Johnny." quavered Jess, but she knew the mischief was done. It had to come. All her tenderness and foresight could not ward It off. Granny had only precipitated it a little. How Jess had watched the terrible wounds heal slowly into ugly seams and suffered for Johnny! Not for herself, for what did Jess care for the ugliness that blighted Johnny's handsome face forever? It was still Johnny's face, and Johnny belonged to her. She was going to marry Johnny. But her heart ached for him. She

could hardly bear It. Today, speeding

down the long stretch of roadway from the works, she had wished her face, too, could be seamed and marred like Johnny's. Jess knew the fresh, sweet beauty of her own face, and the contrast hurt her Jor Johnny. "Poor Johnny!" murmured Jess. Another difficulty loomed over her her public avowal before the men and girls the day of Johnny's sacrifice. Every word of it stood out like clear b'andwriting on the wall. They had all heard all but Johnny. What would he think when he heard of It, too, outside, as be would be sure to do? He was getting stronger all the time. Soon he would be out again, and some of the boys would let the secret out. But that trouble setUed Itself while Jess stood and looked down at Johnny's hidden face. The pity and the love In her soul crowded out everything else. She kept soothing the big white bands with her fingers over and over, and then she leaned down and kissed them. Johnny quivered from head to foot. "Johnny!" Jess cried. "Johnny, look up. look up! Please,

dear!" She forced away his hands with gentle firmness. She was looking down at him. laughing a little, shyly. A wave of crimson crept op across her sweet face. '"What I've got to aay is that I

lore yon, Johnny. The Lord Almighty knows I do. I want you to let me marry you. Johnny, you've got to! I said I was goin to. I told them all I was that day you saved the little un." The rest she whispered with her face In his neck as she knelt beside the bed. "Johnny, answer me straight out," he breathed. "Haven't I got a right to be answered same as other women?" She was laughing softly under her breath, but he could feel the hot blood In her face. "I'm goin to marry you, Johnny," whispered Jess. "I love you, dear." The little un stooped stealthily out to granny. His uncanny, strange child's face was fall of awe, sad he prodded granny's arm excitedly with a little sharp forefinger. "My, Jess is kissln Johnny!" be

shrilled- "An Johnny's kissin Jessf

CENTERV1LLE. Centerville, Jan. 23. (Spl.) Mrs. Jesse C. Stevens entertained at dinner on Sunday, Mr. and Mrs. James Stevens and son, Dallas, Miss Mamie Bowers and Miss Hazel McKinney, all residing near Centerville. William Barton began this week to drive a daily hack between Centerville and Richmond for the delivery of goods. Mrs. Thomas Clevenger entertained her niece, Miss Merta Helms of Boston township, at dinner on Monday. Mrs. Taylor McConaha is spending

the week with Mr. and Mrs. Lewis

Stanley at Boston, Ind.

Mr. and Mrs. Elmer Cooney moved

to Richmond a short time ago.

Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin Milgrim, re

siding west of Centerville, gave a din

ner on Sunday for Mr. and Mrs. Washington Milgrim, Mr. and Mrs. Charles

Brumfleld, Miss Lizzie Milgrim. and

Bert and Glen Gelllnger.

Mrs. Helen Loucks of Indianapolis, and Mrs. Emilie - King Anderson, of Centerville, attended the marriage of

Mrs.' Mary Custer and Mr. Henry H

Heck, which occurred at Indianapolis

last Thursday.

Jackson King had another stroke of

paralysis on Tuesday.

Mr. and Mrs. Jesse Gibson and

family, of Locust Hill, were guests on Wednesday of Mrs. Lucinda Hort.

Mrs. Charles Wise and children.

Raymond and George, of Richmond, visited Mr. and Mrs. George Sanders on Wednesday.

MILTON-

Milton, Ind., Jan. 23. (Spl.) Geo. Borders, who has been confined to his home with lumbago, is again at his post at Lake Erie . Western. Samuel Crawford Is quite ill. Griffin Cooney was at Indianapolis over Sunday visiting his son." Mr. and Mrs. Oran Bragg and Mrs. Harry North were at Indianapolis Sunday. Marshall McCollem of Cincinnati is at his mother's, Mrs. Will Johnson. M. W Paxson has gone to Argos for a visit. Word was received Tuesday afternoon of the death of William W. Morgan of Crawfordsvllle. His wife was a former Milton lady, Laura Frazee. It was not known here that Mr. Mor

gan was seriously ill. Mrs. Phebe

Michael and Mrs. Wm. L. Parkins

have gone to Crawfordsvllle to remain until after the funeral.

The revival services at the Chrls-

tian church will, continue until Wednesday night and perhaps throughout

the week. Announcement will be

made from night to bight. j

The funeral of Adam Spangler was

held at the Christian church Tues

day afternoon. The sermon was by his former pastor, Rev. L. A. Winn, and the present pastor, Rev. F. C. McCormick. The music was by a quartet, Mesdames Ed. Wilson and Wallace .Warren" and Messrs J. Ross Miller and Harry Doty. The service of the I. O. O. F. was also conducted at the church and was lead by Dr. Charles Kneise and Walter . Wheeler, of Cambridge City. There were many friends from the neighboring towns at the services, among them L. T. Bower and family, Frank Hausner and family of Connersvllle. Abram and Mark Shissler of Richmond. Samuel Crawford is quite ill at his home. Fred tosu la to. CiscihnaU. Dr. L. M. Gentle was at Oxford, O., Tuesday.

HAGERSTOWfJ. Hagerstown. Ind.. Jan. 22. (Spl Morton Grills Is spending a few days in Richmond. - Miss Maude Smith, a nurse of Held Memorial hospital, spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. Wedakind. Frank Hawkins was entertained at dinner Sunday by Mr. and Mrs. Robert Newcomb. - John Teeter made a business trip to Anderson, Monday. Miss Iva Wimmer has returned from a visit with" frfbnds in Rich raond. Messrs. Xenuphon and Hugh Goeh

ing of Rushville, were here the guests of friends, from Saturday until Mon day. ! Miss Margaret Jewett of Muncie, came yesterday to visit her parents, Mr. and Mrs. B. F. Jewett on Main street. Martin Abbott, of Richmond, . was visiting friends here Sunday. Mrs. Harvey Day Is on the sick list. Mr. and Mrs. Robert Thurston and daughter. Miss Rena. spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. John Rossel, at New Castle. Walter Newman and sister, Miss Marguerite, of Muncie, were the guests of friends here Monday and Tuesday. : Miss Anna M. Dilling spent Tuesday in Richmond. Mrs. Sallie Mclntire has returned from a few weeks visit with Mr. and Mrs. George Houser and family, of Richmond. .Mrs. Sylvester Shaffer of Muncie. canio last evening to make a short visit with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Daniel Houser. Mr. and Mrs. Ebert Wikoff and Mis Dorothy Green have returned from a visit with Mrs. Wlkoffs parents, Mr. and Mrs. Hall, of Spiceland. Ind. Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Stonecipher were entertained Sunday at dinner by Mr. and Mrs. John Harris. Miss Crystal Keys entertained at dinner yesterday in honor of Miss Mar

guerite Newman, of Muncie, the Misses Nellie Brant, Dorothy Rheinegger.

Eva Roller and Myrtle Newcomb. Miss Nellie Brant entertained

number of her girl friends to a house party from Saturday until Monday.

Miss Fannie Mathews left last Sun

day for Los Angeles, Cal., where she

will remain for a year. She will also visit Mr. and Mrs. Charles Stoltz, of

San Frajicisco, before she returns.

The fair grounds is a place of

amusement now to the young people, as the larger part of the ground Is

covered with ice. Last night a party of twenty skated until a late hour. Miss Irene Addington. who has been on the sick list at her home on South Plum street, is Improving rapidly. Miss Anna Rifner, of Spiceland. K here visiting friends for a few days

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Rev Ware on Program. The Rev. A. T. Ware is on the program for an address at the meeting of the Kansas Bible institute, , which is to be held at Wichita next week. He will leave for Wichita Tuesday next. The meeting will be held at the Friends university.

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