The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 23, 1914, Page 1

ASKS HANSEN FOR $100,000 IN BREACH-OF-PROMISE SUIT Renee A JOSH WISE 4 SAYS: (I “Newt Fridemush ie very anxious for the return of a Yew $20 gold plece lost Friday. do values It as a keepsake.” F. Boalt Sees a City Dance By Fred L. Boalt HE lady introducer at the municipal dance at the Collins playfield fast night saw me from afar. | wae a he walifiower. She came to me d sald: “Want to dance?” “WANT?” | sald. “WANT?” You see, “want” was not the word. Dancing had once been with me a passion, but it had lain dormant long. Now it was awekened to new life. | PINED to dance. “Wait!” said the lady introducer, and left me. Presently she returned. “Come!” | found myself face to face with @ perfect queen. We were introduced. Together, the queen and | passed through the wicket. | dropped -@ Scent ticket In the glass box. | put my arm about the queen's waist. ‘1 took her hand in mine. We stepped out to the music. 1 stepped on her foot. She said: “Ouch!” ee Permit me to digress. | wae | Way. It wae true. She didn't hop. once a beautiful dancer. In my |And she was hard to guid e tender years my mother used | Wouldn't go where | wanted her to. to wash me behind the ears, We gave it up in despair and re put a clean blouse on me, fix —— through the wicket. The per- bow Hh ir, fect queen disappeared. = ee oy eee I watched the dancers. It was a send me off to Mre. Flanni- dancing echool. big crowd, and they seemed to be enjoying themselves, But such wretched dancing I had never seen. There wasn't one good daacer in thé lot. They didn’t hop at all. with « . ber fret, welked around, first Mrs. Fiannigan lined us| #0rt of gilde, and slithered. up in two rows, boys in one, girls nih fn the other, and, while the piano | went tum-tum-tum, made us take | failure, three steps, thus: one, two—-| Shep three! At three we rose on our | sald ® toes. Then we repeated the move ‘You are a married man The lady introducer had seen my nd now she sought me out. ited an accusing fingor and ment, walking backward. This haere glad of it,” I retorted. vr was waltzing. aiiik -th:eear wth? By and by she let us boys choose among the little girls, and us solemnly and blissfully we would one, two—hop! one, two— hop! back and forth, and round ‘At home.” “Why didn’t you bring her?’ “Out of the question. The young fellow had to be put to bed; and and round. Thie was known as the hop gan’s | met and loved a girl, a0 faise as she was beautiful, who jilted me for the eon of the richest man in town—but Beginning with the period when ™y mustache made its first shy ce, | became A gay man tt town and danced thousands miles with thousands of giris. None could hop higher than I. None had more endurance. Then I married. There was no time for dancing. The baby came. My wife, whose endurance and ability to hop were nearly as marked as mine, and I often spoke regretfully of our dancing eee I now return to the dance last t—and to the perfect queen. She was nice about It when I stepped on her toe. She said it didn’t hurt, but her iace was set in a pucker of pain. I determined to compel her forgiveness by giving an exhibition of perfect dancing. | ped. It was magnificent. 1 wished that Mrs. Flannigan—de- parted this world, alas!—could be there to see me. ‘The perfect queen gasped—but not In admiration. She said she geeesed we didn’t dance the same do you think I'd let her go ga yantin’ round nights, leaving him in the house alone? Suppose the house should get on fire!” “Come with me,” sald the lady introducer. “I want to show you something.” We went downstairs, and to a big room off the lobby. There was & young woman in charge. She wore a cap and apron. On the rug were some kids about the age of mine, and they were pihying games. “It wouldn't hurt that boy of yours,” said the lady introducer, “to stay out a@ littie late once in a while. And it would do your wife a lot of good. it would get her away for a few hours from the house, and the mending, and the meals, and give her some fun of the kind she used to enjoy BE- FORE YOU MADE A DRUDGE OF HER.” That hurt. “Hold on!” I protested. “I'm here on business. The Star orlg inated this municipal dance idea, and I merely came out to see how }it worked And my wife itan't «a drudge. Let me tell you, she's some dancer!” “Then bring her next time.” "I'm going to. |. say, do you call that good dancing upstairs? It seems to me they just walk around Why don't they put some snap into it?” The lady introducer laughed “It's Just as I thought,” she sald The old adage still holds good. In Rome, you've got to be a Rom 1 was talking to a drummer the other day who, although quite a hhustier and proud of the American aggressiveness in business, has acquired also a very respectful regard for the value of patience. He toid me this interesting story: Before the war a German fir m sent a chap called Herr Schmidt to India to get business. The visitor had a letter of introduction to the leading banker In Calcutta. get to the banker. home. Not a word wae said about well acquainted. sletters of Introduction. He then went back to German; ini of orders in the first two weeks. Then he Invited him to dinne ant time, and one evening the banker Invited Then Herr Schmidt told th meet the heads of the leading stores. } The German repeated the tactics he had used with Finally, when he got acquainted, all he asked for was a line of what the storekeepers were selling, with samples and prices. ent experience with an American salesman. was sent out by a New York house with ‘of samples not at all fitted to Indian ne He waited four days before he could They had a pleas err Schmidt to his business until the two had become banker he'd like to The banker gladly gave him the banker. y, and when he found hie firm could the same goods at the same price or lower, he returned to Cal He letter of credit and a line He didn’t book a bunch “fired” by cable. He wa q Beattie men going after the business opened up by the war in new markets, may draw any moral they wish from the story. | dance your way PAD AAA ARAR DAD IADR AD PARADE DPD DD PDD PDP PEPE PPP PPP PPP PDP PPP PDP PPP PPP PPP PPP PPP PPP GERMAN ARMY TRAPPED! NO. 180. SAYS IT'S ALL PLOT, Adventuress or heart-broken widow? Albert Hansen, known the well. venturess. heart when he broke his prom- Ise to marry her. Today she filed sult for $100,000 | damages through her attorneys, Arctander & Jacobsen and Gay & Kelleran A ding to Mra. sen, who ts about senior, time tn August, 1912. And she says| Loder, Han 20 years her she accepted, expecting thelr mar | riage would take place within a Teasonable time. ° Since then, she claims, he has been putting off the date of thi marriage indefinitely. The couple had become acquaint er, according to Mrs. Loder, years ago, when Mr. Loder was anve. When the latter died In 1911, Han- sen became very attentive to she says, and finally tn August, 1912, they agreed to become mar. ried. Acconting té Hansén, Mra. Lodbr has singled him out as a victim because he is wealthy } Mra. Loder was indicted by the} federal grand jury on May 20, 1914 for using the mais to defraud in| the sale of mining stock “You're old-fashioned. dance the new way. You hop Probably your wife hops, Now, if you young and middle-aged mar. ried men would bring your wives, you'd never lack partners who I've got an idea You don't | bayc popped the question some| | |were jammed | with this advantage it was believed The Seattle Star The Only Paper in Seattle That Dares to Print the News VOLUME 16. JEWELER | SEATTLE, WASH., WEDNESDAY, SEPT. 23, 1914. FLANK OF GERMANS LONDON, Sept. 23.—After rtillery fight since the fiercest led in-turning thi man line just south of Saint Quentin and Peronse, It was stated today. Aw a climax to their bombardment, |the British troops made a desperate charge, capturing nine miles of trenches filled with dead. Aviators Help Aliles While the artillery battle raged, aeropla: flying low, gave the British ners the German range accurately that the shells burst ly over the trenches, which mans. Twice the Germans tried to charge, but the deadly artillery fire drove them back Finally the own rush, sweeping all before them. In the trenches they found the dead and wounded so intermingled that It was hard to rescue the lat- ter. Firet Important Victory The movement was a complete success, it was stated. The re Pf the piattion Cuasiatuted ly Important gain from mans Tt gave the British a strong strat-| exie foothold on the hills command. ing the roads from Peronne and Gonzeacourt to St. Quentin, and the allies would be able to drive the Germans entirely from the neigh- borhood of St. Quentin, whence, in-| deed, it was thought their main body already had withdrawn Fights Hand to Hand “The allies’ left-wing,” sald a with waiting Ger-|'% Americans who may still British made their) war office report, “is steadily pro- t the Germans com Von Kluck, having determined, and at fighting, tn the right Come on.” She led me back to the ballroom. In a corner sat a matronly lady, no longer young and slim. W were introduced. I paid another Scent ticket. Young folks alid and slithered all about us. I put my arm around a waist no longer slim. For a moment we counted under our breath fn time yd by hand-to-hand ten. miles along bank of the Olse. times gaining The allies’ movement at this int—an enveloping one—is pro sing exactly as planned by th to the muate. One-two—three! | commander-in-chief. One, two-three! The Germans violently attacked We started. One, two—we hop-|the French positions from north ped! One, two—we hopped again! | east of Verdun, but this attack was It was perfect dancing first checked and then repulsed in | WISH MRS. FLANNIGAN |a series of brilliant counter attacks COULD HAVE SEEN US THEN. by the French army’ NOTE TO COUNCILMAN ERICKSON: Now that the impoverished gentleman who col- lected $1,700 from the State Bank of California has shown the way, why not make Receiver Scott Calhoun come across with that F.enton line at a reasonable price? GIMME THAT RAILROAD FOR SIX-BITS OR VLL BLOW US BOTH UP. SCOTT CALHOUN PAYING TELLER Ss CCERTAINLY, S-$iR ~!! FRICKSON IGHT EDITION WEATHER FORECAST—Contin- ued bright and fair, says Mr. Salle bury. Cooler Thursday; moderate northeasterly winds. ON TRAINS AND NEWS KTANDS, Bo WOMAN WRITER SEES HORRORS OF BATTLE Mary Boyle O'Reilly, Correspondent of The Star, Trudges With the Refugees Through Battle-Torn Belgium. ONE CENT 'VENTURES FAR INSIDE PRUSSIAN LINES TO GET NEWS The present world’s confiiet has preity well proved by this time that, while the human race may be, in peace, what ts called “civiliend.” im war thet human race gore back to the agre—it becomes consclonceltes, Head the accompanying GRAPHIC PICTURE OF THIS WAK BY A WOMAN who sew it in, per- haps, lig calmer mooda Mary Boyle € jum by the Germans beeause she wa managed cleverly to get came wen By Mary Boyle O'Reilly BY MAIL FROM THE HAGUE, SEPT. 10, 1914. AM just back from a pilgrimage of that part of Belgium around which the German war machine has Between Brussels and Liege, Louvain and Vise, lies roughly a parallelogram of Here were fought all the early battles of Germany’s advance I ringed its belt of iron. country about 60 miles long by 30 miles wide. upon France. Out of this smoke-shadowed_ district came such stories of sacked villages and slaughtéred non-combatants ab I became a refugee inside the Prussian lines. For some dreadful days I lost myself in the piteous crowds which fled from Tirlemont to Tongres. | had, to save myself at the worse, the pass which the German vice consul in Holland had given me. In the following | will tell the story of what I saw on that pilgrimage. West of Tirlemont, where the smoke of burning Herent and Hangarde darkens the sky, stands an ancient church, white flags of peace still hanging from its bom- barded belfry. On the shell-shattered steps lies the dog of Flanders, his Red Cross blanket and first-aid barrel shot to pieces by the invader’s bullet. The two are sign and symbol of a Prussian army passing. Herent was fired because a father resented a Uhlan’s insult to his daughter. The heart of prosperous Hangarde was bombarded because the peasants destroyed the bridge over the vil- lage brook. There were neither rifles nor ammunition in either place; probably never had been. The town of Tirlemont, where small arms were stored in a desperate desire of self-protection, has been badly shot up, but still stands. In Brussels and the Belgium, where Prussian sol- diers are exposed to foreign observation, they conceal their regimental numbers while the officers refuse to vive their names. Thus atrocities sare the work of anonymous men. Withinsthe German cordon such safeguards seem unnecessary. Sacked Tirlemont is filled by dragoons of the 66th, 26th and 34th Regiments of the Line. The Place du Marchi is crowded with machine guns, on whose steel shields are chalked each gun crew’s record so far in the war. On the walls of the Thirteenth Cen- tury church the Prussian army has pasted posters printed in three languages, giving us the following exact news of the war: “The English are being driven into the sea.” “The French have retreated to Paris.” “Germany’s campaign is all over but collecting the indemnity.” Two refugee women at my shoulder sobbed piteously. A sentry reproved them with blows in the abdomen from the butt of his gun. i : Utterly cowed, we turned away. Tirlemont Is not Belgian any more, is—reads the Prussian placard— now part of a conquered German province. The straight, tree-shaded road to Grinde is crowded with homeless wanderers; hundreds of wan-faced women, children whimpering at their skirts; scores of aging men in self-respecting home-spun, a determined little boy carrying his pet kid, a girl lasping her bolt of wedding linen, youths with the essential parts of their textile tools strapped to their backs, strong old women staggering under huge jars, dogs tugging at over-laden trucks, a cart with a white flag, a dying child in its father’s arms, a paralytic, a blind man—all, all of them homeless, penniless, heart-broken. Yet in their misery they find pity for sharper sorrow. is the sister of the whom Belgian chasseurs discovered and disinterred—too late. In silence, in terror, we crowd down the once peaceful road, hands raised, passports humbly held before us. Every few yards there is a sentry to be passed, perhaps placated, an over-stained, sullen soldier who com- mands with a bayonet and argues with a gun butt. The villagers have disappeared Only three dead peasants, BAY ONETED IN THEIR DOORWAYS, and a few horses killed in the small main street remain. 1 see! men of the 18th German Dragoons, That delirious woman lying in the wheelbarrow taunting We {HANG FROM A TREE, hostages|mans fighting west of Mechlin were} Fifty drivers flourish whose lives were taken by the en-| repulsed by the Belgians. A hun-| whips to chalked Inscriptions, emy, I passed that tree, but never |dred 55th Lancers of the Rhine fell] read as they pass: as long as I live will I be able to|back here, Some of them, mad with} “Nach (to) Brussels—nach Lille erase from memory the dead faces|blood, insulted the women of our|—nach Paris.” of those two old men Village. In a dozen houses vials) Y/ r rn white crosses on their gold starred! In the roadside ditch the father| were burst which spread strangling | ayside Shrine cans, loot at thelr lelsure jof a day-old babe has built a wig-/fumes. Then our houses were fired.| Used as Target We refugees speak in whispers,| wam of tent pol and straw. @.ast If you want to see worse, go to the While we wait perforce, Ublans | off duty amuse themselves BY FIR- plodding on to poor little Bander-| week he had a nice, prett Igian | chateau below.” sea, From far off we can see that| house—a prosperous fa suggestion is good, but im the village has been shelled, {t8) master of flocks and kine able. A seemingly endless | Women whe nave eras tenant houses leveled by artillery, NEAR | “Louvendane is utterly y of guns block the road— THE ROAD TWO OLD MEN! stroyed,” he says, grimly. “Ger-lsiege guns moving toward the east. (Continued on Page 4) * ind. To prove these stories. untruty-« army scout, John Markin, whom, it is charged, dragoons buried alive, head downward, and® ig