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Story of the Itmt&er* of Democracy : O. By :hC%5 IRVING BACHELLER oavrrikM. irvHwr \n" NOW HE BELONGS TO THE AGES--STANTON "A Mm for tlw A|«*H b Abraham Lincpla. TWo book k fiction deetfnr with fort---Wetory la tho |uin of fictfcm. It is u nliatata •tody of Abraham Liacoln daring ku formalitt ptriod at Now Solon, III. It tells a chapter in hi* life that ao maa caa read without aniloa and tear* and woador. Abraham Liacda arrived at New Salon in 1S31, "a stranger, a friondloM, oneducatod, pennileea boy, vorkkf on a flat boat for $10 a month," aa ho kicurlf pat it. la 1837 ha loft to take up bla law pnctica ia Spritftald. Ia tboae aix roar* be transformod himself to a ntaa of acknowlodfed ability, of promise, of mora thaa local reputation. It was at Now Salem that he earned the nickname of "Honaat Abein that ho waa defeated for the legislature aad oiectad; that be won and loat by death Ann Rutledge. Irving Bacheller ia one of the very fow am who could write aach a book. His work is well known. This will add to his fame. • \ CHAPTER L i ItaVbHbes the Journey '* Samwon Henry Traylor and His Wife and Their Two Children and Their Dog Sambo Through the Adirondack Wilderness in 1831 on Their Way to tha Land of Plenty--Furthermore It Deacribes tha Soaping of tha Brtrosteada. In the early summer of 1831 Sampon Traylor and his wife, Sarah, and two children left their old home near [the village of Vergennes, Vermont, and began their travels toward the getting sun with four chairs, a bread board aqd rolling-pin, a feather bed end blankets, a small looking-glass, a skillet, an ax, a pack basket with a f pad of sole leather on the 6am^, a | water pail, a box of dishes, a tub of - salt pork, a rifle, a teapot, a sack of meal, sundry small provisions and a Tiolln, In a double wagon drawn by oxen. It is a'pleasure to note that they had a violin and were not disposed to part with It. The reader must not overlook Its full historic significance. The stern, uncompromising tepirit of the Puritan bad left the bouse of the Yankee before a violin could enter it. Humor and the love of play had preceded and cleared a | Way for It Where there was a fiddle (» there were cheerful hearts. A young black shepherd dog with tawny points and the name of Sambo followed the wagon. If we had been at the Congregational church on Sunday we might 'hive heard the minister saying to iSamson, after the service, that It was !hard to understand why the happiest family in the parish and the most beloved should be leaving its ancestral home to go to a far, new country of •which little was known. We might also have heard Samson answer: "It's awful easy to be happy here "We slide along in the same old groove, that our fathers traveled, from Vergennes to Paradise. We work and play and go to meetin' and pot a shin plaster in the box and grow old and narrow and stingy and mean and go up to glory and are turned into saints | and angels. Maybe that's the best ; thing that could happen to us, but Sarah and I kind o' thought we'd try a new starting place and another route to heaven.* Sarah and Sampaon had been raised ob adjoining farms Just out of the He had had little schooling, his mind was active and well In- Sarah had prosperous retain Boston and had had the advantage of a year's schooling in that | city. She was a comely girt of a taste and refinement unusual In the t ^ place and tline of hei birth. Many \ ~ well-favored youths had sought her bond, but, better than others, she ^ liked the big, masterful, good-natured, humorous Samson, crude as he was. fCaturaily in her hands his timber had nadergooe some planing and smooth- ' lag and his thoughts had been gently • led into new and pleasant ways. Li- Let us take a look at them as they f§ , o&owly leave the village of their birth. The wagon Is covered with tent cloth lrawn over hickory arches. They are " % sitting on a seat overlooking the oxen to the wagon front. Tears are stream- : f Uttg down the facfe of the woman. The v nan's head is bent. His elbows are < resting on his knees; the hickory I ihandle of his ox whip lies across bis lap, the lash at his feet. He seems to be looking down at hit boots, Into the fops of which his trousers have been folded. He is a rugged, blond, bearded man with kindly blue eyes and a (rather prominent nose. There is a etrlking expression of power in the ihead and shoulders of Samson Traylor. The breadth of his back, the size of ; his wrists and hands, the color of %is face betoken a man of great Strength. This thoughtful, sorrowful, attitude Is the only evidence of emotion whleJT he betrays. In a few I - minutes he begins to whistle a lively iy. tone. &-•." v Th® boy Joslah--familiarly called Joe--sits beside his mother. ,He is « slender, "sweet-faced lad. He Is looking up wistfully at his mother, (lie little girl Betsey sits between him and her father. That evening they stopped at the i \,m - house of an old friend some miles -s'3fPP *he rusty road to the north. ' V "Here we are--goln' west,** Sam ,*on shouted to the man at the door- §** He alighted and helped his iaraUgr , * |;'„V.*0t <* WMOPI. i -:* ' *(i - "You go right In--rll take care & ll' S jfhe oxen," said the man. •t^f , Samson started for the house with Jkhe girl under .one arp. and the boy ^ j«nder the other, a pleasant-faced " : ^Ixrowaa greeted them with a hearty m welcome at the door. "Too poor man: Cease right 1%* *be„aeid. - "Poor J TIB the riche^t inan In the ^weitd," said ha. "Look at the gold <m that glrTs head--curly, fine gold, too---the hoot there is. She's Betsey-- my little toy woman--half past seven years old--blue eyes--helps her mother get tired every day. Here's my toy man Joslah--yes, brown hair and brown eyes like Sarah--heatf o' gold --helps his mother, tdo--six times one year old." "What pretty faces 1" said the woman as she stooped and kissed them. "Yes, ma'am. Got 'em from the fairies," Samson went on. "They have all kinds o' heads for little folks, an' I guess they color 'em up with the blood o' roses an' the gold o' buttercups an' the blue o' violets. Here's this wife o' mine. She's richer'n I am. She owtos all of us. We're her slaves." "Looks as young as she did the day she was married--nine years ago," said the woman. "Exactly!" Samson exclaimed. "Straight as an arrow and protid! f don't blame her. She's got enough to make her proud, I say. I fall in«i love again every time I look into her big, brown eyes." They £ad a joyous evening- and a restful night with these old fqlends and resumed their journey soon after daylight. They ferried across the j lake at Burlington and fared away J over the mountains and through the ! deep forest on the Chateaugay trail. I Since the Pilrrims landed between | the measureless waters and the pathless wilderness they and their descendants had been surrounded by the lure of mystery. The love of adventure. the -desire to explore the dark, infected and beautlfnl forest, the dream of fruitful sunny lands cut with water courses, shored with silver and strewn with gold beyond It-- these were the only heritage of their sons and daughters save the strength and courage of the pioneer. How true was this dream of theirs gathering detail and allurement as It passed from sire to son. On distant plains to the west were lands more lovely and fruitful than any of their vision; In mountains far beyond was gold enough to gild the dome of the heav- .ens, as the sun was wont to do at eventide, and silver enough to put a fairly Respectable moon in It Yet for generations their eyes were not to see, their hands were not to touch, these things. They were only to push their frontier a little farther to the west and hold the dream and pass it cm to their children. t Those early years of the Nineteenth century held the first days of fullflllment. Samson and Sarah Traylor had the old dream in their -hearts when they first turned their faces to the west For, years Sarah had resisted it, thinking of the hardships and perils In the way of the mover. Samson, a man of twenty-nine when he set out from his old home, was said to be "always chasing the bird In the bush." He was never content with the thing in hand. There were certain of their friends who promised to come and join them when, at last, they should have found the land of plenty. But most of the croup that bade them good-by thought It a foolish enterprise and spoke lightly of Samson when they were gone. America hap undervalued the brave souls who went west in wagons, without whose sublime courage and endurance the plains would still be an unplowed wilderness. Often we hear them pet down as seedy, shiftless dreamers who could not make a living at home. They were mostly the best blood of the world and the noblest of God's missionaries. Who does not honor tljem above the thrifty, comfort-loving men and wofnen who preferred to stay at home, where risks wfere few, the supply of food sure and sufficient and the consolation^ of friendship and religion always air hand? Samson pnd Sarah preferred to enlist and take their places in ^the -front battle line of Civilization. They had read a little book called The Country of the Sangamon. The latter was a word of the Pottawa tomies meaning land of plenty. It was the name of a river-In Illinois draining "boundless, flowery meadows of unexampled beauty and fertility, belt ed with timber, blessed with shady groves, covered with game and mostly level, without a stick or a stone to vex the plowman." Thjther they were bound, to take up a section of government land. They stopped for a visit with l&lisha Howard and his wife, old friends of theirs, vfrho' lived In the village of Mai one, which was In Franklin county, New York. There they traded their oxen for a team ofc horses. They were large gray horses named Pete and Colonel. The latter was fat and good natured. His Ihief Interest in life was food. Pete was always looking for food and perils. Colonel was the pear horse. Now and then Samson threw a sheepskin over his back and put the boy on it and tramped along within arm's reach of Joe's left leg. This was a great delight to the little lad.*-* «- • -• t ' the Black River country, toward which, in the village of Canton, they tprried again for a visit with Captain Moody and Silas Wright, both of whom had taught school In the town of Vergennes. They proceeded through PoKalb, Richville and Gouverneur and Antwerp and on to the Sand plains. They had gone far out of their way for a look at these old friends of theirs. Samson's diary telld how, at the top of the long, steep hills he used to cut a small tree by the roadside and tie Its butt to the rear axle and hang on to Its branches while his wife drove the team. This held their load, making An effective braka. Traveling through the forest, ps they had been doing for weeks, while the day waned, thefr looked for a brookslde on which they could pass the night with water handy. Samson tethered, fed and watered their horses and while Sarah ahd the children built a fire and made tea and biscuits, he was getting bait and catching flsh in the stream. ' "In a few minutes from the time I wet my hook a meSs of trout would be dressed and sizzling, with a piece of salt pork. In the pan, or It was a bad day for fishing," he writes. After supper the wagon was partly unloaded, the feather bed laid upon the planks under the wagon roof and spread with blankets. Then Samson sang songs and told stories or played upon the violin to amuse the family. Often if the others were weary and depressed be would dance merrily around the fire, playing a lively tune, with Sambo glad to lend a helping # Tram pad Along Within Arm's Reach. it was pot to bed. How good It felt to have a little warm body In my arms again and feel it breathing! In all my life I never saw a prettier baby. It felt good to be in a real house and sleep in a soft, warm bed' and to eat jelly and cookies and fresh meat and potatoes and bread and butter. Samson played for them and kept them laughing with his stories until bedtime. They wouldn't take a cent and gave us a dozen eggs in a basket and a piece of venlsoa when we went away." On a warm, bright day in the sand country they came to a crude, half finished, frame house at the edge of a wide clearing. The sand lay in drifts on one side of the road. It had evidently moved In the last wind. A sickly vegetation covered the field. A ragged, barefooted man and three scrawny, Ill-clad children stood In the dooryard. It was noontime. A mongrel dog, with a bit of the hound in him, came bounding and barking to* ward the wagon and pitched upon Sambo and quickly got the worst of It. Sambo, after much experience In splf-defense, had learned that the best way out of Such trouble was t6 seize a leg and hang on. This he did. The mongrel began to yelp. Samson lifted both dogs by the backs of their necks, broke the hold of Sambo and tossed aside the mongrel, who ran away whining. "That reminded me of a bun that tackled a man over in Vermont," he said. "The man had a dub in his hand. He dodged and grabbed the bull's tall and beat him all over the lot. As the bull roared, the man hollered: 'I'd like to know who began this fuss ahjrway.*" .The stranger laughed. • "Is that your house?" Samson wild. The man stepped nearer and answered in a low, confldefatlal tone: "Say, mister, this is a combination poorhouse and idiot asylum. I Am the Idiot. These are the poor." He pointed to the childrei "You don't talk like an Idiot," aald Samson. Connecticut Man l« Charged WHh Atrooi#i |Slfmet ty * ! Two of Sontu PASSION FOR MONEY Across Now York State. One Son 8«ys Father Fired BuHdlng In Which Three Penone Were Sloepine #nd Shot ThenvPowa ae They Fled. v: IIMrttetown, Coon.--Lodged 'th in Middlesex county, Conn., is a short, stolid German, who, if all that is said about him is true, or even half of It, is likely never again to regain his freedom, If he Is not condemned to death. Emll Schutte was the tformer ruler of Shallerville, a little settlement of 200 souls. He conducted the general store. He was former constable in the settlement He was end is domineering in manner and was a stem character, of whom the people stood in awe. For years h® was regarded the terror of the community and lorded lPo^er others with proud disdain* Things had prospered with him and with a good business and a comfortable sum laid away In the bank, he took on great Importance In his own opinion and for that matter 'to the eyes o! the people. - Idol Hae Fallen. But the idol has fallen front Its pedestal. Schutte lies in jail on the charge of assault with intent to kill, committed against his wife, and as the result of investigations now being conducted by authorities he may have also to answer within very few days for a series of atrocious murders. One of Schutte's weaknesses was an inordinate passion for money. Because she would not deed over to him certain property she possessed, the wife was driven from her home by the enraged and avaricious husband, who chased her into the woods, firing revolver bullets at her as she fled. Mrs. Schutte was compelled to swear out~>a warrant for his arrest. The moment the old man was In jail, people began to talk and the authorities to act upon their intimations and suggestions. The result is that Schutte Is accused by his twelve-year-hid son, Augustine, with the murder of a, farmhand, killed, it is believed, for his money, and is charged by another son, Julius, with having shot to death three members of one family and They proceeded aT a better pace to i-.- f foot and much noise to the program. By and by the violin was put away and all knelt by the fire while Sarah prayed aloud for protection through the night So It will be seen that they carried with them their own little theater, chtirch and hotel. Soon after darkness fell, Sarah and the children lay down for the night, while Samson stretched out with his blanket by the fire In good weather, the loaded musket and the dog Sambo lying beside him. Often the howling of wolves In the distant forest kept them awake, and the dog muttering and barking for hours. Samson woke the camp at daylight and a merry song was his reveille while he led the horses to thtelr drink. When they set out in the morning Samson was wont to say to the little lad, who generally sat beside blm: "Well, my boy, what's the good word ttils morning?" Whereupon Joe would say, parrot llKfc: "God help us all knd make His face to shine upon u*t" "Well said!" his father would answer, and so the day's journey began. Often, near Its end, they came to some lonely farmhouse. Always Samson would stop aad go to the door to ask about the roads, followed by little Joe and Betsey with secret hopes, One of the^e hopes was related to cookies and tnaple sugar and buttered bread and had been cherished since an hour of good fortune early in the trip and encouraged by sundry'good hearted women along the road. An other was the hope of seeing a baby mainly. It should be said, the hope of Betsey. Joe's interest was merely aa echo of hers. , Se regarded babies with an open mind, as it were, for the opinions of his sister still had some weight with him, she being a year and a half older than he, but babies invariably disappointed him, their capabilities being so restricted. Still, not knowing what might happen, he always took a look at every baby. The children were lifted out of the wagon to stretch their legs at Biougbs and houses. They were sure to be clone behind the legs of their father when he stood at a stranger's door. Then, the nlglit being near, they were always invited to put their horses In the barn and tarry until next morning. This was due in part to the wistful faces of the little children--a fact unsuspected by their parents. What motherly heart could resist Jhe silent appeal of children's faces or fall to understand It? Those were memorable nights for Sarah and Joe and Betsey In a letter to her brother the woman said: **You don't know bow good it seems to see a woman and talk to her, and we talked and talked until midnight, after all the rest were asleep. She let me hold the baby la my tap until (TO BBS CONTINUED.) SNAGS IN LIFE'S CURRENT Are Something That It le the Fart Of Wledom for All of Us to Avoid., A Strang woman in * rage with her fiance for some apparently Inexcusable oversight, exclaimed: "I never can forgive him--never 1' Her grandmother, sitting near, looked up from her knitting. "I felt the same way one day nearly BO years ago," she said quietly. "Today I cannot recall what It was I could not forgive, but the emptiness of life that resulted Is still in my mind. Don't get hung up on a snag In the stream, my dear. Snags alone are not so dangerous--It's the debris that clings to them that makes the troubles Pull yourself loose and go on." In our judgment we must first get; rid of the eternal self; we must learn to look at the fault wholly In Its relation to the person to whom It belongs not In Its relation to ourselves. None of us is created perfect and few--if any--attain perfection. The most we can attain is a perfect understating of this fact, and a self-control that will enable us to pull loose from the snag and go on with the main stream of the life which in other respects Is in harmony with ours; not stay hung up, emphasizing the snag and giving it more weight than the stream itself. To be able to ignore is often the most sav* lng of grace.--Anne Shannon Monroe in Good 'Housekeeping. & 5 HI' EVERY MEAL ,•'/ '• ' * - r.'f, . >"• J . ^ ; 5P';: /J?'* 'ft ¥ A-l|';, 'ft? I- *,*5 costifitf around a Mm zippy Mt of £ W111 • Dtha breatfuaid digestion, qnlct nervousness, allay thirst and help keep teeth wblte. .1; WBIBttYW g;; tbeFIavof lists HAD SOMETHING IN COMMON % Nation Without Lengttfl* One of the strangest things to be found among the nations of the world Is the fact that Switzerland has no language of Its own. The official languages of Switzerland are French, Italian and German, all three being recognized as the "mother tongue" of the majority of the Inhabitants A majority of the people speak German, while the others use French and Italian, varying as a rule, according to the proximity of the people to each country whose tongue they speak. Public documents and notices are printed In both the French and German languages. In the Swiss national parliament the members make their speeches either In French or German, the members being as familiar with one language as the other. Statements from the President of Switzerland are furnished to, t^ tt«W»>( papers lh both languages. ^ ---- 1 ~iNs" V' Efficient 8pendln£ 2 The measure of real necessity ll surprisingly small. When one finds the medium ground between prodigality and stinginess he will realize that he can live there, even though his income may be moderate. Greater moderation in many thingB would leave us a healthier and happier race, to say nothing of what It would do for our bank accounts. Certainly, before buying a thing one should honestly ask himself whether he needs it He should, likewise, give himself to how •est answer. The second principle of efficient spending Is that when one has honestly decided that he needs a thing he should buy the best he can get. If one buys at all, It pays to search the market /or an article of high quality. Moreover, he Is very apt not tc find aa article of high grade unless he doee e*w^y |h». carefully. ' " j, Firing Bullets at Her as 8he Fled. burned their bodies in Oie home. And three other deaths, it is suspected, may be laid up against him. But the most atrocious crime charged against Schutte is the murder of Joseph Ball, his wife and eighteen- year-old son, Jacob, in December, 1915. The charge has been made by the man's own son, Julius Schutte, who fled from home after the crime and enlisted In the navy In hopes of forgetting the shocking scene he witnessed on a cold December night, ' Murder of Ball Family. Joseph Ball was a Hungarian tffeo had Anglicized his name. He lived In a little shack In a valley back of the Schutte home. On December 11, 1015, Julius says his father aroused htm from sleep and ordered him to dress and accompany him. When they were ready to leave the house the father handed him a gun and carried one himself. Outside the door Schutte picked up a can of kerosene and a bag of shavings. Arrived close by the Ball shack, the father ordered Julius to take up a position 25 feet from the door and shoot anyone who might leave fhe building. Then with the kerosene can and the shavings the old man started fires at each end of the shack and when the terrified Inmates rushed out shot them down. One by one he carried the bodies with-' In the shack, piled them one on the other and smiled as he watched theia burn. . / There had been bad Wood between, Schutte and Joseph Ball. Three other-deaths 'are now being Investigated, one of them ®t least a plalp murder. ' Lawyer's Sharp Questioning Finally Dr«w Material Answer From Old Lady oh Witness Stand. Philander C. Knox used to tell the story of a Pennsylvania lawyer, known throughout the state for his sharpness, who once met his match In a very unexpected quarter. An old woman was being cross-examined by him as to bow the testator had looked when he made a remark to her about some relative. "I don't remember. He's been dead, three years," she answered, testily. "Do you mean to tell me that your memory is so bad that you cannot go back three years?" demanded the attorney. The witness was silent. ."Did he look anything like met" the lawyer finally ventured. "Seems to me he did have the same sort of vacant look," responded tfce old lady. . -M. , ii " , Hie Advie*. A young woman was on a motoring trip, when the smell of smoke became perceptible. The man at the road* side garage told them It was a hot box. "It'll take me about 20 minutes to fix it," he said. . The owner stood watching him a minute as he got to work; then she said: "By the way, while you're about It, I wish you'd grind the valves, take up a foot brake and fill all the grease cups. You'll have to work lively, m give you Just half an hour." The man crawled from under the car and stood up. "As long as you're In such a hurry, miss," he said grimly, "I reckon you'd better git your horn jacked up and run a new car Holder it"--Ladles' Home Journal. »«!i*. S-X'J TREAT! ITS toasti if PROTECT^ POLE FROM DECA'I i Encouragement. «Xf I should attempt to kiss you what would you do!" "I never meet an emergency until it rises." "But if it should arise t" Td meet H face to face*"--! Transcript She Recommended It ^ Revue Star--What beastly soap this Sal Where on earth did you get tt? New Maid--Why, Madame, I bought gome because I saw an advertisement In which you said you were never happy without it 1 | 1 . 11 1 • It is better to remain Ignorant than 'to acquire a knowledge of things you shouldn't fcnow. The shapely hand that displays an engagement ring never forgets its cunning. New Preeervative Said to Be the IMl Effective That Has Been Put on the Market • now preservative which Is expected to surpass other compound! ^ used for similar purposes, and which r It Is claimed the life of wooden poles • Into which It Is Introduced will be ? prolonged by anywhere from seven to twelve years. Is being used. The fluid ( is composed of three constituents, one of high penetrating quality, such aa sine, magnesium or calcium-chloride ^ solution or a sugar solution, and a second of high antiseptic value, such v as sublimate, pienol or cresoL The ? third and most important element ii v one of long-continued effect consist- ^ lng of a slowly soluble antiseptic or \ slowly decomposing metal powder. This constituent In combination with a granular substance, such as pow- , dered glass. Is used to protect th« * wood In the vicinity of the puncture through which the other preservatives are i n troduced.--Popular Mechanics J Magazine. The Barter Returns. Doctor--What will It coot •! \ have my portrait painted? q Artist--Twenty-two piusulpllfltiKr.' | Heard at the Agency. "Do you know of any cook who will ^ lain in the country' I Several. They are buried there." J Carried Liquor Supply in Handbag. >-• Lincoln, N. H.--John Bychok told the police he tried to be polite whenhe carried a handbag for a woman he knew. The bag was found to contain five gallons of whisky, for which, Bychok paid a fine of 160 and costs. Six Killed When Train Backed off Rails Tug, W. 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