New Britain Herald Newspaper, July 3, 1915, Page 5

‘to get married right away and ap- | i Roadster $725, F. O. B. Factory Arrange for Demonstration ‘W.F.KEELLY, Telephone 1228 MARRIAGE BROKERS BUSY IN GERMANY | Many Women Express Desire to Get,s Married Right Away—Men Seek Widows of Killed Soldiers. Berlin, July 3.—The war has given & sudden and unprecédented impetus to the ‘‘marriage brokerage” game, and adyertisements for, husbands— war invalids in many cases—were never so plentiful as at present. Many women exhibit an irrespressible desire pear to be quite unconcerned about | the kind of a husband they get. Individual women who want to get married at any cost are not the only ones, however, who. have taken ad- vantage of the unusual situation. The ENELOPE,” ‘saild the 2 man, “I suppose they've told you I'm dying?” ~~She gave him a startled glance;. she had not Juessed that he knew, “Don’t ‘be scared,” he sald. His voice was rather weak, but ‘it had lost none of s characteristic dry humor. “I don’t k I shall die fussily. I've always doing anything that way, and % I've had the aingular good luck to hit /m a disease that allows.one to die with dignity.” - She gave a little gasp of amazement tnd his lips took -the ' humorously fronic downward curve that had al- most the effect of a grimace. “I was a little anxious,” he ex- &l:.il‘d,"‘lo I've been reading it up.” nodded toward a book lying at the loot of the bed. “It’s all right; there’s 20 fuss.” The girl made a hysterical sound. "You—you're extraordinary, Michael!” ‘ He gave this due consideration. *No,” he said, “I only talk that way. going to prove to you how ex- treméiy ordinary I am.” 1+ Bhe met his look Wwith a wide-eyed Wwonder. . “When ‘did they tell you I was éy-: tme?” he asked. “Only—yesterday.” she faltered. He gave this also grave considera- “What are you thinking of?” she fdemanded at last, half apprehensively. She had an uneasy sense of being under a microscope and proving an fmperfect specimen, . “You’re a good little girl, Penelope. t Lord! you must have done some thinking in the last 24 hours.” ‘“What ¢o you mean?” i’ dHe continued to emile with a kind } 3 4 faint self-mockery. “Twenty,” he musec; “only 20.” he stared at him, and he turned a !éme 80 that shé could not see his o f ¥ “Only 20,” he repéated slowly, “and Pm 41, And we've been married two years. What you raust have felt when they told you!” She raised ‘her head with.young, proud dignity. “If 5s5u want to know, I went to my room and cried.” e reflected. = “Yes,” he admitted, *“you would. Haven't I said you were a good liftle girl? But undefmeath— " how your blood must Have raced and i heart beaten when it came to you o it meant freedom.” he made a - little © “Michael “Yes, T know. I know,” he humored her patiently. “You won't admit even yourself that it was so. You went and cried. That's the rcé’ gesture. | pfennig. secured the names and addresses of women whose husbands have. been killed at the front, and intrude upon | their grief with brazen offers of sec- ond husbands. part are mere adventurers, but in a few cases are invalided soldiers, either anxious for a home or beguiled into letting their names be used. THREE MONTHS AT HARD WORK. Sentence of Glasgow Workman for At ! Touring Czlzr, $750, F. 0. B. Factory Prices $325 Less Than Prices Last Year Can Make Immediate Delivery Overland Agent ELM AND SEYMOUR STS., NEW BRITAIN | more or less shady matrimonial agencies are making hay while the sun shines. and apparently stop at nothing in order to turn a questionable Thus many have, in some manner, The men for the most tempt to Halt Munitions Output. (Correspondence of the Associated Press.) |local court.- The workman, James Marshall, -was charged with assauit- ing another workman because he was turning out too many shells. The court’s sentence-of three months at hard labor was accompanied by the | following statement: “Although you are making twenty- ' two cents an hour and have constant i work, you are finding fault with a | fellow-workman because he is doing | his duty to his country in its hour of ; agony This assault was committed by | you to intimidate him from doing his work like a man. If this happened in Germany—although I think that is | | hardly possible—you would have been ! taken out, put up against a wall, and shot. The same thing would have happened in France. I am sorry it connot be done to you here.” Glasgow, July 3.—The first case of a Glasgow workman charged with in- | terfering with the output of muni- tions was dealt with severely by the |to lay in private stocks instead of rul-l of millions of bushels, . i TAKE DRINKS AT HOME. London, July 3.—The new drink re- i strictions seem to have caused people | | so well. 1y decreasing the sale of beers, wines and liquors. To get around the early closing hours, people buy less in the saloon and more bottled goods, while the business of the saloon has fallen, the bottled goods merchant never did Strict watch is kept on the sale of alcohol by the druggists, who have to keep a stock-book open for the inspection of visiting revenue of- ficers. HESSIAN FLY DAMAGING WHEAT. Washington, July 3.—The Hesstan fiy is inflicting immense damage to the wheat crop throughout an area extending from northeastern . Okla- homa and northern Arxansas north- ward through Kansas, Missouri, Ne- Lraska, and southefn Yowa, and east- ward including principally Illinois, Indiana, Ohio and Penngylvania. In a circular ssued yesterday by the de- partment of agriculture, the prediction is made that the fly will cause a loss u SPECIAL WAR TAX ACCEPTED BY SWISS Overwhelming Majority Favor Levy- ing Assessment to Meet Expenses Indicent to Mobilization. (Correspondence of th» Associated Press.) Berne, Switzerland, July 3.—An amendment to the Swiss Federal Con- stitution, providing for the levying of a special war tax to meet the expenses indicent to mobilization of the army for the maintenance of Swiss neutral- ity, which was submitted to a referen- dum vote of the entire people has been accepted by an overwhelming major- ) ity, the vote being 435,600 to 26,500. The new taxes are both on property ;and income. Persong possessing less | than 82,000 worth of property or earn- iing less than $500 &4 year are exempt. The rate of tax is progressive, rang- {ing from $1 to $15 per thousand on | property and from $5 to $100 per thousand on income. ‘Stock companies will be taxed at a rate rising from $2 to $10 per thou- sand dollars of capital. The. rate will vary according to the rate of dividend paid. The campaign on behalf of the war tax amendment to the constitution had the support of all the political parties. The tax is expected to yield about $10,000,000. The remainder of the Swiss indebtedness on account of the war will have to be funded through the issue of bonds. The present cost of the war to Switzerland is estimated at nearly $5,000,000 a month. ' UPHOLDS POWDER COMPANY, Philadelphia, July 3.—The United States circuit court of appeals yes- terday afirmed the verdict rendered ' the | in the federal distriet court in case of the Buckeye Powaer company against the B. I. du Pont DeNemours Powder Co., Eastern Dynamite com- peny and the International Smokeless Powder company, the action against the Du Pont concern being to recover $4,000,000 for alleged violation of the Sherman = anti-trust act. It was charged that the defenaants stifled competition in the manufacture and sale of black blasting powaer. A jury in the lower court had found for the defendants, deciding that the evidence produced did not sustain the charges. 199 CASES OF PELLAGRA. Little Rock, Ark. July 3.—There are now 199 cases of Peilagra under cbgervation in Arkansas, aceording ‘to Dr. C. W. Garrison, state health ufficer, who, with Dr. Joseph Gold- berger of the United States public health service, has taken charge of a dozen towns where outpreaks have been reported. Dr. Garrison believes that cases not under observation in remote districts will bring the total number of cases in the state to four hundred. None Better On Tap at Taps in this Vicinity: as one glass will conclusively prove. Ask for your ale or by the FISCHER — _For Goodness’ Sake! is a special Brewery Bottled product that's ALL quality. * On Sale by your dealer The Hubert Fischer Br LEPFRS MARRY LEPER. Russian Medical Society Has No Ob- jections to Such Weddings. Petrograd, July 3.—The Russian Medical council has informed the Holy Synod that there is no objection to lepers marrying lepers, although | the union of a leper to a healthy mate should not be allowed. Tais is the council's answer to the question raised by the Russian church. The influence of the parents on their offspring in the spread of the | disease is considered weak, since the | percentage of infant leprosy is very small, only about 5 per cent. Fertil- ity also decreases among lepers as the disease advances. Leprosy is not believed to be a hereditary disease, but one due to contact. For a lep- rous mother to part with her infant child is to be saved. But marriag brings at least some happiness into the tragedy of disease-stricken lives. PO POrCOLOPPE000008PIU0s 080000000 P0PN0DIPCRODOPVNECIONNOI0INROOSE (X XXX X point you've been keeping steadily be- fore yourself. That was the correct— the humane thing to do. But the other was the natural. Bless you, Penelope, I'm not angry.” “I don’t care whether you’re angry or not,” she said stiffly. “I haven't had the hateful, heartless thoughts you attribute to me.: You're simply imaginative.” “Yes,” he allowed promptly, “and I don’t belleve you ever knew that be- fore, did you? Queer how people think imagination means long hair and stringing rhymes together. Why, it's the essence of good business. You see, it helps yon to know, not what people say they think, or even think they think, but what they really do think, deep down ané far away.” “Really?” she said, with something of his own dry irony. He laughed. “O, I know you're honest, Penelope. You really don’t know yet that you've thought these 'things. But—well, never mind. l.et’s get on.” “Get on?” she asked blankly. “Yes; wusn't I on the way to ex- plain how ordinary I am? IWm not there yet, but I'll keep straight on now. Have you ever counted up, I wonder, Penelope, what I've done for you? This was so unlike him that she was speechless. i “First,” he pursued, “there was i your mother. You realize, don’t you, that she would have been dead by now but for the money that enabled her to go abroad? And your father—that he would have been a bankrupt?’ She had an accession of what was almost panic. “Michael,” she stam- mered, “you never made me feel it | before. And—and, after all, I'm your wife.” “Yes,” he acceded. “That sounas rather a lot, doesn’t it? My wife! Bul | wonder if you've weighed that againsy the ather? 1 haven't hus !banfled you unbearably, Penelope, have I? You've ha( rather a goed time on tbe whole?” She responded generously. . *You've besn awfully—awfully good to me, Michael.” 2 He nodded. You've had more feocks and dances and tennis and hecker and that kind of thing than yog ever had of could have had as a girl at home?” “Much—much everything beautiful.” “You see, you're only a baby, Pen; a bundle of beginniffgs. But you're | going to be a woman in a few years. And when you are—well, I had the temerity to decide you could care for me. I was quite prepared tp wait. I reckoned {t would take yog, perhaps, 10 years—eight from now, that is. That brings you to 28 an§ me to 49. 11t dida’t leave me 00 mgoh margin,| “Obvious things are usually soiing while more of that, and| did it? But { reckoned on another 10 —well, perfect years, and they Wwould | have been worth it. Only new, of | course, 1 shan't be here. Heavens, Penelope, what eyes you've got! They’re telling me with really dis- tressing frankness that I'm a maniac.” “It’s—it’s only that I'm so amazed, Michael. I had no idea—" He caught her up with a laugh. “Of course not! I'm not such a maniac as that. It was to come naturally and without your suspecting it. However, it’s all up now, so you may as well know. Or, rather—it gives me my only chance.” “I don’t understand.” “No, you wouldn't. But there’s just the ghost of a possibility that one day you may—O, barely the ghost! Sup- i pose he were to disappoint you, for | instance. Anyway, I take it” He made a smothered sound. “I wish I Xnew where he was! 1 believe I'd atill have strength enough t= MMl him.” She started. *“Who.” “The man who’s somewhere. man youw'll love and marry.” She flushed and quivered—because her heart had given a little involun- tary leap as he said it. There was no man anywhere as she reminded her- self instantiy, Still, there had been that little thrill of the heart ¢ youth before the vast, beautiful possibilities of the future. ¥ “You know,” she said painfuliy, Brt gomewhere “that there is no one.” “Yes, I know that. he's waiting.” His eyss narrowed i humorously. “In the futurs, you know, which is the only really inac- cersible spot. And when the fture | gives him up to you—”" he broke off. | “Penelope,” he said, with his sudden, | wry smile, “do you believe there’s %heaven?” She hesitated. said earnestly. “No,” he said, “nor do Browning’s right. ‘There may be heaven; there must be hell’ And I shall find it for certain t. . day you | marry him.” His eyes drew hers with such a definite question that al-| motet in spite of herself she brought| out: “What do you want, Michael?” “Your promise.” Se stood up and went to the open windew; she felt stified. | “Not to marry again, do you mean?” | “Yes. Take your time, Penelope. “hink it out. Weigk it against the | things I've done for you. Amo:g! your bundle of beginrers there’s a| sense of justice.” The “1 don’t know,” she 1. But She stood for a lorg time at the | window. When she answered it was | with a cold question. i “Why don't you do ¢he obvious | thing—leave :ne penniless if . do it?” | frightfully stupid. Of course I've thought of that, but it wouldn't do. My money would become a sort of ransom, don’t you see? You'd only have to forfeit it to be free—quite free from all uneasiness. If you do it I don’t want you ever to be free from a sense of degradation, a definite assurance of infamy.” He chose his words with deliberation. She stiffened visibly. “0, I'm not insulting you, Penelope! I think so highly of your horor that I'm putting all my eggs % that one basket. But I'm trying to make you see just what you will be contracting for. You're not to have the consola- tion of saying afterwards, ‘He rushed me; I didn’t gee 1t clearly.’” She fought against the conviction that was growing on her—the convio- tion that he had earned this thing he nak;d of her. “But, Michae!, srent you content to know that I don’t want to marry again?” He shook his head. “Not a bit. When the time comes there’s nothing that will bind you to me. It isn't as if you had ever cared.” Her glance wavered. you know I do—" “Ah, hush!” ke said. “I can’t stand that. You simply don’t know what the feeling is—the feeling I have for you. Don’t you see now, FPen, how ordinary I'am? I'm simply devoured vith jealousy. I could have made you care. 1 tell you, in time, but it's just time that’s been snatched away from me.” She did not answer—it was all so useless. ing him that ehe could not conceive “But, Michael, any alteration in her feeling for him? | He had always heen a kind of solid, comfortable support to be relied on for advice, kindness and “seeing to things.” But romance’ She could have emiled. Then she remembered that he was waiting for her answer. Why should her heart sink at the thought of the promise he wanted? Wasn’t there more than a hint of in- decency in the impulse to refuse? Since it was quite true that there was | 0o man anywhere, how could she un- blushingly insist on a right to re-| | serve a seat, as it were, on the mere chance of him? And then too there was the ques- tion of justice. She grew cold as she realized how light in the scale weighed her gifts in comparison with his. How much he had done for her! A sense of almost intolerable indebt- edness oppressed her. She looked up, not realizing that half an hour had gone by while she thought. “1 promise,” she said. There was an instant’s pauss, amd she had a curious impression of wait- was the good of tell- | almost | s hold om e sald, with gomething like awe. XX AXXRXRIXXEL NEXT L XL IAX XX XX XL LR X A XXX something, “Thanks,” he said laconically. “Pull the blind little further down, will you, Pen?” . That night, in his sleep, and there- f,';’; preeminently without fuss, he ed. It was not till long after tbut it struck Penelope in an {illumjaating flash that it was of life she bad dim- ly felt hiny that afternoon :o0ose Ris tired grasp. 4 Penelope closed the door behind her and walked to the fire. By its light most of the objects in the room were faintly discernible. There was a table, a roll-top desk, a thick carpet, a book- case, and four solid office chairs. That was really all, except *Sr one large picture above <ame desk, of which only the outinre was visible. It was on that outline, however, that her eyes rested, and presently she crossed the room and touched a switeh that brought the picture, by means of a doz;n cunnin‘gly hidden lights, into startling prominence. 81( was a striking portrait of Michael Quarrier that suddenly dominated the room. The artist had caught, with a skill almost uncanny, the observant keenness of the eyes, the half- satir- jcal, half-humorous curve of tue mouth. Penelope’s Mps parted. to do it,” she breathed. She started ut a sudden sound out- side, and her hand rose swiftly to the switch. But it was too late; the door was open. “May I come in? They told me you | were here,” said a man’s voice. Then his eyes fell on the portrait, and he | hesitated. “Yes; come in,” said Penelope, flush- |ing. “I—didn’t mean to see you here, { but it doesn’t matter.” 1 He glanced arpund the room curie ously, and she answered his unspoken question. “It was Michael’s office.” Fiis surprise was barely concealed. “And that’'s his portrait?”’ She nodded. “Can’t you guess why I'm here?” she asked softly. He thought a moment. “Pen,” he cried, “is it yes?” She held out her hands to him. “It's yes. I came here to see if I was strong enough to do it in spite of him, Basil.” She laughed a little nervous- ly. - “In fact—I came to tell him. I didn’t want him to think I was afraid.” He smiled. “Yom speak as were alive, Pen.” “Do 1?” She thiught it over. *You gee, you never knew him, or you'd understand how impossible it is to think of him in any other way. He— he was so tremendously alive.” HMis eyes traveled rather r to the portrait. “It’s a weird “I'm going if he | look of astonishment conceded. “You “He kind of paralyzes ome. Let's switch oft.” “No,” she said quickly, and to his see, it's his room. And he has a right to know.” “But you never cared, Pen,” he ex- postulated. She shook her head. “No, I mever cared. Only—O, he was very good to me, and I'm breaking my promise.” “He had no right to extort it,” he gaid indignantly. “The world isn’t ruled by dead men.” She did not answer; her eyes were on the picture. Across the six years’ gar Yice words of this dead man were still potent, she winced under them. “A sense .f degradation, a definite as- surance of infamy.” From t there never would be any escape. t—she had chosen, and Baeil was ’uk!nl. “I hardly dared to hop®* he was saying. “Pen, which of my masterly arguments convinced you?” She smiled faintly. “O, don’t you see there are no arguments? He took them all away. But I have done what I could.” “Dear,” he said, “don’t let's spoil our lives with it. Forget, because we love each other.” She nodded. “Only don't let's ever talk about it, Baeil.” “Never,” he agreed, and added joy- fully, “Pen, shall it be Italy?” She looked bewildered. “Italy?” “Our honeymoon.” She stood still, with the stillness of one brought face to face with over- whelming danger. . “You—you did understand, didn’t you, Basil?” she asked painfully. “You knew what I meant by saying I had done what I could?” His face was frankly puzzled. “Not in the least. What have you done?” Her startled é&yes wmought his. ®Think!” she urged. “Yov. must ¥now. You do see that, though nothing could ransom my pmmise, I had at least to give up his memney?” He started. “Pen! You have done ?“ They faced each other blank- y. “You mean—you doyt approve?” she asked. & “1 oWi’t understand. snconditional He frowned. He left you his mozty ly. It was youre® ’ In the pause that foilewed ' some- thing fell from her—~some rosy veil that had colored the world. “Conld you hav» borne to spend it?” she said dully. He reddened. “That question puts me in a false position, Pen. It fen’t fair. You know that in two oi three years I shall be on r:7 feet. But to pinch and economize now would be fatal to the practice. You soe that? “Yes, I see that,” she sald, still e same ALl volos “Bo 1t iaakes & o aribany thy. (o1s) [RSupTeN is painful, although necessary if the | Visit to Italy,