The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 10, 1904, Page 4

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RD STAT SUNDAY. ims erence 1 Baliard Wa A One cont ver copy, se conte per week twenty-five eente per Selivered vy inal crm NO free. coistes FO MAIL SUMSCRIORIE The dete when guur, auvecription way id wer label of cach paper phe gain beon paid ta ad te on the rth TOM HUMES Humes dis@ last night 1 Ex- Mayor of heart failure, what the news dispatches said and what the doctors one Tom i best could give the fatal all who knew They better tell you that he died of a broken a name cou heart and has no & great heart for balm ble on far those he loved, and a world, Medital sx deals only with the al the purely physic ot lence term othet than “heart failure” fo bursting and with too deep had sureharged with sorrow w silent griefs or cure, Such a heart ex-Mayor Humes—a great heart enough to hold‘a world of affecti also, of forgiveness for the bit loved of ecansed bim Tom Humes had for many Years suffered from “heart trouble Me had trouble in-Lis great he and and silently. Big, sorrow-laden heart that morning he suffered bravely nearly a year ago when ity and head of the police depart had brok His beart was {n- was called upon, as mayor of the « the Ment, to say whether or not two of his sona, who " Jaw, should be arrested and thrown into prison * deed troubled, when said: “As their father | would plead for them, pacity I must do my duty.” And the pain was not lessened, nor his big, sorrowful heart lesa troubled on that same occasion, when his weeping wife and little daughter clung to him and pleaded with him to use his official in- fluence to have bis wayward sons released from custody, and near to breaking must the great heart of Tom Humes have been when he answered them: 5 “It is impossible, 1 love them as well as you do, but this ts ot their first offense, and as mayor of this city I must fulftll the | duties of my office.” Qn many other occasions ex-Mayor Humes suffered “heart trou- bie,” for he was unfortunate fn rearing sons whose HEARTS WERE NOT TROUBLED, nor their finds concerned for the sorrows heap- " @@ upon their father—sons who took no heed for the “heart trouble” they occasioned by their waywarinees and wildness, por gave a thought to the tragedy of the broken hopes, as well as of the slow- Ty breaking heart of the lovable old man who had proudly wel - €0med them into the world when they came to gladden his home | mith their baby prattle, 2 Tom Humes bore his “heart tioutle” with patience and mess through the passing years while bis hair whitened and his gen. tle face saddened. He did not complain, but suffered bis pain tn Silence. and there fs a lesson for the careless and wayward youth of Seattle in the “heart trouble" Tom Humes suffered. through "the years of his fatherhood,as well as in the technically termed “heart failure” that brought him vase last night—the final Dursting of his great beart. IS SHE MORALLY GUILTY? with bro! and tears in his he n voice eyes, but in my official ca- sweet- sure Perhaps you may say this story properly belongs to the news col- Gmns. Possibly. But the story raises some questions that cannot +) Properly be discussed in a news way and the questions cannot be | Falned wave by telling the story. o* >The first chapter opens in a tittte Itatton village. near ie & wweet, modest girl named Rosa. Two young men, James Pletro—a rather frat! young fellow =!th a big heart—and Michael big fellow but shiftiess—are rivals for the hand of the girt. Pietro ls loving and constant, while Rigo is jealous, unforgiving Passionate. Di Pietro wins and marries Rosa, When the neigh- come to the wedding to make merry Rigo will not come. in @ rage he marries anather of the village, “* . Di Pietro aad his young wife come to New York. He works and Rosa is a good wife. Three chikiren are born to them, Two them die and the parents are drawn still closer together. When men, after the manner of compatriots, drop Into the home while husband Is at work and say, Rosa, get the chiant! and us have a good time,” she says, “I have work to do. Wait ‘til? Naples. “Come, i” It ts plain that she loves only her husband. And the two, ao Mttle Catharina, sit at night and plan how Catharina will some A day 80 to school In one of the big kchool butidings. Enter Rigo. After a few years he deserts his wife and children comes to New York. He uses every fo corrupt Rows DI 0, Resentingg his advances she fears to tell her husband leat in bie great strength might kill bim. Finally she tells her hus- and begs him to say nothing and move to another neighbor- wile hood. ‘They move. Rigo follows. He hires a room next door. Again end again they move. Rigo follows, The fast time he refits a jfoom om the floor benoath ther and they know he 1s desperate. SUMAN -the botbend Gives his wike 0 revolver to 5 protect herself, One day recently this Rigo came inte Rosa's room and locked the foor beBind him. He held his big tailors shears threateningly. The Woman saw the brute would stop at nothing. As he advanced she Shot him dead. She was arrested and taken, with little Catharina to the prison, where she was locked up on the charge ew Oe Telling of this story y is for the purpose of asking these Did Rowa Di Pietro murder this man? Ought she to go #0 the electric chair for killing Michael Rigo? Ought she to be pun- ~alahied for committing this act, an act she does not deny, and which the sere was done to protect her woman's honor? eee ee Did this woman or did she not do what any woman who holds Ihgnoy above her life would do under like circumstances? Is she guilty® The law says whe has committed murder and must “punished. But is there not an unwritten law that has come down ‘Ga from the ages that rates a woman's virtue above the life of a ful brute? Iv there not a higher law-—a law written in the heart woman—a law above the statute books, that condones a so-called committed th righteous self-defense? Lat the heart of woman answer, E LEAD—OTHERS IMITATE 'e have wily fitted over Ih~ with giaanes in Beattie and N ay er Boeafene ~ phone. Inmen 180, Ave. tow Tork block. civune | moo | | teed the | the firet personal pronoun tea tin } | jently ¢ | find one. The even have ter poor democratic doakey won't thistles to eat this wine} =| anyway, it does take a lot (6) O. P. elephant And used Did you notice that “Teddy im different f saying he didn't w Girenuous man? me in his statem @ third te No And how the raflroads rallroaded Hie the gh in thie atate. Happy Hooligan” McGraw ts really happy now Say, “Happy,” when are you go ing to dig the canal? Lot's stuff our turkey with the campaign cheataute. And now eomes Mary Pretty, a }government clerk in Wagshin } with a new typewriting recor 26,400 words in seven hours, pretty Mary Pretty pretty Tan't fast? o levee! Zangwill says the world) needs a great dramatiat, but mod-| lines to tell where it can We tony to Mr, May brick for having predicted she would | go Into vaudeville or a museum She has gone only into the maga tines. owe ans A WORD FROM JOSH WISH Ph’ ballots might- copt | | k fer’n th’ wallet in clone prectncta.” Louls brewer club-| This A wealthy St led a stag into submission ought to make the stag famous. ‘This ix the time of the year when | the old-fashi father begina teasing the little boy by telling him he will only get that part of the Thankegiving day turkey that goes over tlie fence Inst. OUT IN THE WORLD ON HIS OWN HOOK. One good cause for Thanksgiving io that the election is over. The other causes can be disregarded. A Maryland lady buried two de- funet cats beside the grave of her husband. She sufely has « feline for bim. (Cries of Help! Melp!!) | DAD'S VOTE. My dad put on his overcoat An’ sed he's goin’ out ter vote. “Fer who?” sea ma, who sorter feit | g Tear To Ft TH’ MAY BE TRUE, AND Mar BE NOT. But SINce | WAS A LITTLE ‘TOT lve ften PLUM EW FLoat To BIRD ON HIGH- I¥_MOT FoR THAT- WHY DO TURY FLY? HARRIES Id ys FRANCIS rm . WHEM DANDELIONS co TO "At he would yote fer Hut dad, Because 1 kain't te a halt-wa Al this election's sure a An’ ‘at my precine's goin When dad kim home back frum th polls ashe souls Who got his vote. 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All sufferers are advised to write for it, ae it contains valuable infer- mation on the subject of pties, + Rubber Boots nnd Shoes. The Rubber Store, 714 Ist ave. one WEED FLOAT AWAY wiTA GREATIVY SPEND, ED THE BIRDS MIG UP IM AIR MO SUNG FOR THEM WHR BLooms' WERE FAIR % Copyright w nest | a Woman's} This t# encouraging, | become | + Last of the Rear Guard | HY WM 1901 BK. MHARG by the Mrank Lew Ho Publishing Bor It waa beginning to be dark, on the night befoye Ch@tetmas, when after a& long Wait at th reached the elty, and ma through ite edge of cha " to my Uncle Roger's house, There were lighte in many win but 1 naw hot six people after | left the ferry, ail ma fae 1 knew though I stopped one stranger and quentioned him Do you know,” says I, “if Roger Hawkins left the city with the king's men? The man grinned; then putting hte Regt » about ae neck, he stuck hin tongue ke a person that oe bs hanged, and grinne again; but when { went to selze him he dadged, and I could not’ follow him. I was tired with travel and not Cylly cured of my wound, which had bogun to open again with the journey; but I had come thus far to have matters out with my Unele Roger, for | guessed, though I could not know, how much unhappiness I owed to him, and | went on to the house. There I shuffled my feet | Upon the step and knocked time after time without getting an an swer, Twiee I at { back into the t and looked up at the win dows, which were blank as the eye holes of a skull, doubtful whether | the house were not pty; but at last @ hesitating footfall within told me som was coming Wh says the person in- aide ie ae? ‘Open the door,” says I "Who is it?” "Open the door, Mary, you old fool. It's l-At's Mr. David. Mr. David. Oh, Lord 0° love." She opened the door an inch or two, and peered out at mee, and & not my toe in the crack, #0 she could not close it again and forced my { j | | / j | i / “THEY WERE MY L&T THRs TO MARJORY.” way in. “Do you think I'm a housebreak- saya 1 In spite of the mockery of the stranger upon the street it had quite slipped my mind what « fright they must be in, now that Sir Guy and the king’s men were gone; and I did not know then that when the armies had broken up and I had not come home they had thought me | dead, ‘The hall was dark | “Who fs it?” says my # from the top of the stairs. “It's I-David.” She drew in her breath so that I could hear it where I stood, puddenly began to ery; it could not he because | had come home; she bad never VWked me. Mary was snuffling as well. I put Mary aside with my hand, and with some trou ble, because of the wound in my thigh, which never healed rightly, as 1 said, made my way upstairs to) my aunt. “Where is Unele Roger? er it’s voice " gaye 7 Neither of them answered; but the gleam of a candle from my Uncle Roger's room gave me direc tion, and | opened the door and went in, my aunt following after. At first I thought the room was empty; then I saw on the pillow a face, waxy white, with the skin drawn tight upon the cheekbones end temples, a face as expression- Joss as the shell of an egg. It was my Unele Roger. He puffed with | he neither opened his eyes nor stir | red, though I had made some noise | IE had come all these miles to have matters out with him, and he look ed a8 good as dead “In he sick?” T asked Then my aunt, who had begun to |.dry her eyes, brust out afresh, 1 took her by the arm and shook was needed | to restore order to this crazy house | hold. 1 “Is he sick?” says T again. “Oh, David"—tt was the only time his lips like an old man asleep, bat | | solid and had been cut from » by name * or thy Uncle dd me jehe begin ning of the troublesOh, David, be] QOastorta ts a harmless substitute for Castor Oll, Pare. has been like this a month, Hewat! yorle, Drops and Sod Me Syrups, It ix Phe rm not well before. Two years ago,| contains neither Opidm, Morphine nor other Nareotic when news comes that my Lord substa It destroys W. ormes | and allays Feyerishness, Cornwallis had been taken by the; Wind Cott It relic rebels and Mr. Washington, he fell tt reg 2 down like one dead, but was about nd natural » well aftes- month just ain in a day, but never rds. And now Vanderpool telling plece of new were to be withdrawn from the city he fell to beating Mr. Vande 1 with his cane, and drops down again in a fit and has been like this ever inee Dror last him an a mya ft yr epeake world he Bhe shook he nald He ad may 1 lo« yal know anyon hend for had the im lying there. I hated him, when I came into house, as the man who had caused me most pain of any in the world but now I could not help a feeling of sorrow for him, 1 took my aunt by the arm and led her from my Uncle Roger's room into the one next, where Mary Had put a lebt for us. 1 had a feeling that some how things had come to an ggding place, and | was very tired af not ite I feaned my arma on the table which held the candle and put my face in my hands vaelf My aunt looked at me nothing, and { watched the i bur as steadily in nt room as though it were) etal My aunt and | had not sat together an now, since before I joined the rebels, as my Uncle Roger called) t and so bad cut myself off from my family and, it seemed, from happiness “Is there any aunt, at last “Nothing more than you know already,” I said. m. news?” says my maust | “f know nothing at all, Mr. Hin teed to bring us news, and new and then Capt. Bdwards, bet both are gone, and Mary when she goes out brings nothing back.” “Well, things grow quieter every where, and the king's men are gone, as you yourself know, So it ts peace. And Gen. Washington yes- terday resigned his commission, and is become plain Mr. Washington | again.” and | | | Now I never thought in my life to make such a stir with so quiet a piece of news and one that had been so long in preparation, too. But I did not realize how much my aunt, shut up in the house with that dying man, and all her friends fled with the red coats, had been cut off from knowledge ef what) went at her very door. “1 do not understand,” says she at first “Gen. Washington,” 1 said, “has gone home, There is neither gen eral nor army any more, ner enemy to fight.” “and what now?” “Nothing. That is alt.” “But how can that be?” says she. | “1 thought, now that he has beaten | the king's soldiers, he would be king.” “Others thought that, too, bot not | he “Then what is lett?” Than Gold “I was troubled for several years | with chronic Indigestion and nervou debility,” writes F. J. Green, of Lan aa No remedy helped mo p using Electric Bitters which did me more good than all the medicines I ever used. They have also kept my wife tn exceliont health | for years. She says Bleotrie Bitters | are just splendid for femate trou-| bles: that they are « grand tonic and invigorator for Ww nm down No other medicine can tak our family.” Try them. | women ite place in Only S0e. Satisfaction guaranteed by | G. O. GUY, Ine, ond avemte aud oo Youter, Mr. | that the king's troops | jamd this I knew before. | we | between us like a the Ohildren’s Panacew he Moth¢er’s Friend, The Kind You Have Always Bought Bears the @ Signature of A Perfect Light Is Gas Light ACTUAL ) THE BY THER ANT cost oF FAR THAN ARTIFICIAL HEN YOU Y Sea ttle Lighting g Co. 216 CHERR' Sunset, Ex. 27 | There ts the « a,” sald I | “Tut, the ca Bhe sat for a long time look straight before he Adenly rose up and stretched out her arms. I know nothing of of vain hope she had bu’ for herself in the months betw the end of th fighting and this time, but th had been something, which now kad gone to pieces. | “Then this is the end,” sak she. }in a voice such as | had never heard her use before. “This is the ona’ | “It was ended long ago.”* | “Yes, Il know. The king had 4 serted ua, but~but there was #0 thing. They have hanged Mr. Wal tere.” Mary tells me, for giving news to Sir Henry Clinton ice boys have 1 upon our dour f Tory Hawkins, bang him, bang him!” What will become | of us! 1 had it upon my tongue to tell j her that I. being known as one of Gen. Washington's men, might pro tect them, but I did She ant down, with her hands 4, then rose again. suddenly Wait,” says she, “I will a you something.” And she went out. | I wondered what It was that she | could think of showing me, white} my Uncle Roger lay dying and she | herseif, as I saw, was et the end of her wits, I heard ber in my Un-| s room, and again in the| came back with a met- }my Uncle re box ita hundred times, She put it apom the table before me, laid the key | beside it, and went away; ana though she had 8 nothing. vf | guessed that she meant me to oper | it. The key turned enstty, and 1} toieed the lid, seelme what I bad never seen before, that the box was divided on the inside into several | | parts by partitions, and was filled} almest to the top with a multitude of papers of business. Bills of ship- ment, réceipts, 1 know not what all records of my t e Roger's deal ing before the war had shut off trade, legal papers, deeds and the ke, a copy of my Uncle Roger's | will, sealed and marked; the rec- ords of his wardship over Marjory— al these I looked through, finding nothing having meaning for myself beyond one or twe, which showed that since the trowbles ted begun my Uncle Roger had been using as his own that which belonged to me, As I said. 1 was weak and pot quite myself, and I was growing tired of looking through these papers, when I came at last upon a bundle of letters. T picked them up with a sharp sur- prise, as though semeone had slap- ped hands close to my ear, though afterwards I felt that I must bave known all slong that they ere here; then My heart swelled in my throat and tears came to my eyes. They wore my letters to Marjery, untouched, sealed as they had teft my hands, each marked, as my Uncle Roger marked everything, with its date, and, upon their backs, “From David Mawkins, my nephew, a rebel against his king.” And not only that; below them were other letters marked, “From Marjorie Jef- trey, my ward.” Marfory’s letters | to me—letters I had never seen. T | gathered them between my hands on the table and rested my forehead | upon them. It was not, as T had be- lieved, that she had looked upon me as a rebel and been silent. She had | not forgotten me, she had not been | silent, but that old man had stood wall. My eyes were filled with tears. Then suddenly a sharp ery rang out from the room next me, and with the letiers still in my hands I rushed to the My Uncle Rog- er was half sitting in his bed, ‘The | bed clothes had fallen from him, showing his lean, olf body, ribbed like the sand upon the seashore, “God save the king! dhe, im a bowl strang vatee, whic was the 1 door | aunt, | and led her from the room. BD ithet WILE HBL TREET Ind., Ex, 75 last breath in the man's body; and again: “God save the king! God King George!” And his arma him like green twigs, dewn upon the bed, I termed to lead my aunt from i the room, while Mary busied her- : self about the bed. But face had appeared at fhe door It « was strange that I had never thought of the chance of her being fm the howse, but it was, indeed, most unlikely that she should be here, in the very heart, as it were, of the troubles. 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