Father Hogan tells it all; and the rancorous papists never dared to hale him into court!
APPENDIX. Constable's Public Sale. On Monday, the 22d day of September, 1913, between the hours of 9 o'clock a. m. and 4 p. m. of said day, at the residence of S. W. Hawley in —— Town, district of Raleigh County, West Virginia, I will sell at Public Auction to the highest bidder, for cash, the following described personal property, to wit: Three bed springs and 3 beds, 3 mattresses, 1 dresser, 1 wash stand, 1 stand table, 1 range stove, and outfit for said stove, 2 tables, 10 chairs, 3 pictures, 1 broom, 4 comforts, 2 blankets, 3 quilts, and 3 comforts, 1 safe and dishes and 1 set of irons, 4 pillows, levied upon as the property of S. W. Hawley —— a distress warrant for rent —— to satisfy —— in my hands for collection in favor of P. J. Donahue. Terms of sale: Cash in hand on day of sale. Given under my hand this 10th day of September, 1913. J. L. WILLIAMS, Constable of Raleigh County.
STATE OF MISSOURI, County of Lawrence—ss. Before me personally appeared Marvin Brown, and after being duly sworn on his oath says that the above and foregoing is a true and correct copy of the notice of the constable's sale as the same appears from the original now in the possession of the affiant, and compared by him with the original at the time of making this affidavit. (Signed) MARVIN BROWN, Affiant. Subscribed and sworn to before me this 30th day of December, 1913. (Signed) EUGENE J. McNATT, Notary Public, Lawrence County. Commission expires Feb. 19th, 1916.
(Appeared in The Menace, Jan. 10, 1914.)
What Happens to Full Sexed Women When
They Foolishly Take Vows Which
Insult Nature and God?
CHAPTER II.
Why is it that a human document ten thousand years old has the same effect upon us, as a newspaper story of yesterday? Why is it that we love or hate the men and women who live in the songs of Homer? Why do we grieve, or rejoice with those who live in the pages of Plutarch; and feel deeply moved when David and Jonathan are forced apart; when Joseph is sold by his brethren; when the song of Solomon voices the deathless devotion of the country girl for her mountain lover; and when the fanatical Jeptha is about to slay his innocent, beautiful daughter?
It is because human nature has never changed; what our fathers were, we are: what Absolom and David felt, we feel.
When the brilliant, wayward Jewish boy goes astray and meets his untimely fate, we mourn with his broken father as he wails—"O Absolom my son, O my son Absolom!"
That which women have already been, women continue to be. Helen of Troy was not essentially different from Madame de Pompadour; Cleopatra was a more refined Catherine of Russia; Aspasia was the forerunner of Madame Maintenon: Sappho was another "George Sand;" Lilly Langtry was a modern Phryne; and Pauline Bonaparte had all the charm and voluptousness of Nell Gwynne.