La Grande evening observer., July 19, 1917, Image 3

THL USD AY, JULY 19, 1917.
LA GRANDE EVENING OBSERVER.
PAGE THREE
AUTHOR. OF "THE OCCASIONAL OFFENDER."
"THE WIRE TAPPERS," "GUN RUNNERS," ETC
NOVELIZED FROM THE PATHE PHOTO PLAY OF THE SAME NAME
(Continued from .Yesterday.)
8YN0P8I3.
On Windward Island Palldor! lntrigua
Mrs. Golden Into an appearance of evlli
Which causes Golden to capture and tor
ture the Italian by branding Ills (ace and
crushing his hand. Palldorl floodB the Is
land and kidnaps Golden'a little daughter
Margery. Twelve years later In Now York
Masked One rescues Margery from Lie
gar and takes her to her father's home,
whence she Is recaptured. Margery's
mother fruitlessly Implores Golden to lind
their daughter. The Laughing Mask
again takes Margery away from Legar.
Legar sends to Golden a warning and a
demand for a portion of the chart of
Windward Island. . Margery meets her
mother. The chart Is lost In a flght be
tween Manley and one of Legar's hench-
pien. but Is recovered by the Laughing
Mask. Count Da isspares ngures in a
Count Da Espares figures In a
dubious attempt to entrap Legar and
i attempt to entrap Legar and
claims to have killed him. Golden 'a house
Is dynamited during a masked ball. Le-
iar escapes but Da Espares Is crushed In 1
h ruins. Mareerv rescues the Laughing
Mask from the police. Manley finds Mar-
Bery not Indifferent to his love. He saves
Eer from Maukl's poisoned arrows. Man-
ley plans a mock funeral which falls to
accomplish the desired purpose, the cap-
Jure of the Iron Claw and his gang. The
(Laughing Mask again frustrates the Iron
Claw.
ELEVENTH EPISODE
The Saving of Dan tVMara
"Don't you- care to take them?"
asked the somewhat astonished young
'.woman in black.
"No ma'am!" was the girl's almost wards the girl with the firearm, for
;ullen retort. "I ain't earned 'em!" ho had noticed her dress sleeve catch
"But I rather think you have," per- In the screen-door hook. This had re
sisted the other, still smiling. suited in the momentary deflection of
I "You see, you saved my life. " And that ever-menacing revolver barrel,
.surely you won't embarrass me by and Legar's long fingers had en com-
.arguing that it's not worth that
much!"
"I don't want your money," an-
mounced the sullen-eyed girl, putting
Tier hands behind her. But already
young Applewalthe was discreetly do-
ling his best to pilot his visitors away
from the scene. . j
, Peggy O'Mara stared after the de-
parting group. So intently did she
stare after them that she was obllvi-
us of the movements of the one-armed
iman who had been stooping low over
his machine, in a pretense of filling its
oil cups. He crept out to where a
small gold locket had dropped from
Margery Golden's neck during the en
counter. He caught it up from the oil
retained floor, looked at It for one short t
moment, and then slipped it triumph
antly Into his pocket. After that he
stood behind his machine, well out of
sight, watching the fair-haired girl in
tlack as she Btepped out through the
factory door. His eyes, as he watched
Her, were both calculating and sinis-j
ter. But the pallid-faced girl standing
so close beside him had no means of ,
Ttnowing that this preoccupied and
atoop-Bhouldered workman who had
lost his right hand was Jules Legar,
long Known to nis enemies as tne
Iron Claw.
That mysterious one-armed man,
lowover, was destined to become bet
ter acquainted with Peggy O'Mara .
than she imagined. For that night.
when the uneasy-minded girl knew her
lather to be once more shut up in his
cellar workroom, she was further
disturbed by the sound of stealthy
steps across the bare wooden floor of
her home. She tiptoed out through
the door, crossed to the cellar steps,
and crept silently down into the dark-i
mess.
' There, vaguely outlined against the
door cracks in the wall shielding her
father, she could make out a stealthily
Inquisitive figure And Bhe knew that
figure could mean no good to the house
'of O'Mara. .
She crept as silently up the broken
steps again, went to her father's time-
worn tool chest and from it took out a
somewhat rusty but ominous-looking
revolver..
ITHE .FORUM!
EARLY DAY REMINISCENCES
La Grande, Oregon, July 11, 1917.
(To La Grande Evening Observer)
Sirs: Some little time ago there ap
peared in your paper a letter received
by the City Manager from Mr. Theo
dore F. Miner, formerly a resident of
La Grande. I have just received an
other letter from him in which he
gives me quotation from a letter by
him in La Grande, Oregon, to H. W.
Corbett of Portland, Oregon, in July
1878 with reference to the Indian
troubles at that time. The letter was
published in the Oregonian at that
time and the extract may be interest
ing to present day residents of La
Grande. It is as follows:
"We learn by special courier this
p. m. that the Bannocks are in force
on Birch Creek near Pendleton. We
thought yesterday that we saw some
Bannocks amorg the Umntillns in La
Grande, and ns the "Bucks" tried to
buy power, ofTeriiirr five dolhi's ner
pound for it, ii made us quite uneasy,
as the Indian camps are on tV" hills,
overlooking the town. We had -UO re
peating rifles State Arms that we
got from Union together with 1000
rounds of ammunition, which we dis
tributed among the best men in the
TEeTthln-armed girl with the thick
bodied revolver then crept back to
wards the cellar. She had reached the
top of the stairs when she saw a dark
figure slowly emerge from the gloom.
Then a gasp of surprise broke from
her hps, for she saw It was the one
irmed workman from the Applewalthe
factory. And the next moment she re
membered that this was the same man
who had tried to rob her father of his
work. And she nV longer hesitated.
"Get out o' this house!" she com
manded. "And get out quick, or I'll
put a hole clean through you!"
For a moment Legar stared round
eyed at the apparition confronting
him.
"Now, my girl, I mean no harm for
you here," he tried to argue, as he felt
' I J, ,
tor tne door behind, him,
'You mean harm- for me father
. . . i n .
&n1 that 0 enough for me! . Get out O
here, and go while the goin's good!"
, .f . -tj
Listen to me, persisted Legar as
he backed through the door, "you're
doing your father more harm, at this
very moment, than I could ever do
him."
"I'll take me chance on that,' was
her retort.
"But you're losing your chance,
you're "
Legar did not complete that sen
tence. Instead, he leaped suddenly to-
passed that weapon before she could '
level It again. With a quick turn or
two he had twisted it ont of her band.
Then he caught her by the shoulder
and swung her fiercely about,
"Now, my girl, I'm going to tell you
a thing or two," said the man with the
revolver, stooping closer to her in the
moonlight. "You think I'm an enemy
of your father's. But you're wrong,
All I am is a treasury agent. And I've
been wondering if you know how many
years it means for a man who gets
caught in a twenty thousand-dollar
dope-smuggling coup?"
Legar turned and nodded pregnantly
toward the cellar where he knew
O'Mara to be.
"You've nothin' on me father!" prb'
tested the now terrified girl.
"Nothing beyond the fact, of course,
that he's carrying Kaisow wood away
from the Applewalthe factory. And
why he's doing that you know as well
as I do!"
A B0D suddenly shook the meager
ot tne whIte-faced girl.
"For Gawd's sake, mister, gather me
in if you want to! Take me, but don't
SBnd me father up! He's a good man,
Bt neart( an4 wouWnt so much aa
harm a fly ! You can klll me lt you
want to, but don't be hard on me fa-
thcr!"
Legar stood thoughtfully regarding
her.
"T dnn'f wiiTit tn 1H11 vnn vnv cHrl T
want tQ he, you An(J ,f ,fe W,U1
takfl a turn at ho, mg me n a
move or two, I believe I could still
make this thing come out all right."
"You'll lot me father off?" she de
manded.
"Yes."
"Then tell me what I'm to do."
"you remember that young lady at
the works this morning, who nearly
got drawn into the machinery?"
"The skirt with the starry eyes?
Sure!"
"Well, I want to meet that young
iady, in secret."
"And where do I come in?"
"i want you to go to her house and
ggjj her to come ,to the sluiceroom of
the factory tomorrow nighty
town. Harry Jagger and I stood
guard all through last night."
"Today we organized a company of
I volunteers, nearly 6u strong, nna 00
jtained 20 more repeating rifles from
Union, with plenty of ammunition.
. We have sent out several scouts
armed and mounted. (Later)
Families are arriving from Sheep
Ranch, upon the Grande Ronde River,
30 miles from here.
j "A special messenger warned them
to leave and he was chased for ten
miles before he got to Sheep Ranch.
Our Committee of Safety is now in
session arranging plans for congregat
ing the women and children."
Among the people who fled from
the Indians, comina; I think from
Granite by way of tiheep Ranch, was
i the family of Mr. Jackson a long
:time resident of La Grande and his
widow, Mrs. Caroline Jackson is still
( living in La Grande and she was one
of the party fleeing from the Indians
at that time. At the same time a
family by the name of Van Shull, who
were then living at the Sheep Ranch,
also fled from the Indiuns and as they
came down the river ot night, they
came upon a camp of the Umatilla
Indians where the Indians were hold
ing a war dance. The Indians, how
ever, did not molest these people but
informed them that they were getting
ready to return to the reservation.
Naturally these people were put much
fcl can see" tfiar mflTrdhaire dame
losln' her beauty Bleep to beat It out
to a dye dump like this!"
"Then It's up to you to take her
there," was Legar's retort.
"But I ain't no miracle worker!"
Legar drew back.
"Then our bargain Is to fall
through?" he demanded, with a bead
movement towards the cellar door,
"But how'm I goln' to make her
come?" inquired the distressed girl.
- Legar drew out the gold locket which
he had picked up from the factory
floor.
"This dropped from her throat when
you tore her cape free this morning.
Take that to her. Tell her you'd found
lt after she left. She'll feel sorry for
you. In fact, you've got to make her
feel sorry for y6u. You'd better try a
faint, when you're talking to her, and
tell her you haven't eaten for a couple
ot days. She'll try to give you money.
But you must tell her that your moth
er is worse off than you are."
"But B'posia' she won't swallow that
sob stuff?"
I r J t AM
f3s rl 1 air II i aVTSn!
The Girl Seemed Honest.
"It's up to you to make her. Ana
the best way to get her out here is to
and wine and bring it back with her i
In her own car. She knows you belong
to the factory settlement here, and
Bhe won't he suspicious. You do your
work right, and you'll have her here
tomorrow night."
The youthful eyes which life had al
ready left hard studied the sinister
figure in the moonlight.
"And -when I get her out to that
sluiceroom, what're you goln' to ' do
with her?"
The one-armed man laughed quietly.
"That's something strictly between
her and me," was his calmly enunci
ated reply as he stepped slowly back
and disappeared through the shrub
bery beside the O'Mara cottage.
The girl stood staring after him
without moving. So intently did she
look after that vanishing figure that
she did not observe a second figure,
even more mysterious than the first,
as It slipped out of the shadows and
stepped quietly up beside her.
She turned with a start and stared
up at the stranger confronting her.
And lt did not tuM to her peace of
mind to discover that this stranger
wore a mask over his face.
"What d' you want here?" was her
brusque demand.
"I'm looking for a young girl who
happens to be in trouble," was the
quietly spoken reply.
"Then I guess you'll have to keep
on travelln'," announced Peggy as she
swung up the broken steps with as
sumed nonchalance, strode in through
the door, and shut it after her. She
stood there for several minutes before
venturing to move. Then she silently
reopened the door and stared out, to
make sure that her visitor had taken
his departure. Instead of catching
sight of the masked figure, however,
she wns a little startled to see the
one-armed man push his way in
through Ihe bushejj. and. once more
in fear when they came upon the In-
dians dancing that war dance with
War paint on in their usual way. This
occurred probably near the Cth of
July. It was at least a few days be
fore George Coggan was killed on the
reservation on the 12th day of July
of that year.
' On the morning of the 12th of July,
at what has since been known as
"Dead Man's Gulch," not far from
the top of "Crawford's Hill" on the
stage road from I-a Grande to Pendle
ton, four teamsters were killed by the
Indians. They were James Meyers,
Olney McCoy, diaries Laughlin and
a man by the name of Smith. These
men were teamster-: on their way
from La Grande to Umatilla and they
had been camped at some point be
tween Meacham and the place where
they were killed. A courier carrying
dispatches for the Army passed them
during the night and notified them
that Indians were in the vicinity of
the road. They hitched up their
teams and evidently thought it just as
safe to go on to Pendleton as it was
to return. They probably arrived at
the place where the killing took place
about daylight on the morning of the
12th. The four men were killed and
their teamR taken by the Indians. A
: part, if not all, of the animals taken
were recovered from Jndians on the
.Umatilla reservation. Some time af
terwards with the help of some of the
(older Umatilla Indians several of the
creeplo the door where she stood.
"What did that man want?" quick
ly demanded the newcomer.
"I dldnt wait to ask htm," was the
girl's retort.
"No,-1 guess this Isn't a time for
waiting," ruminated the other aloud.
"And for that reason we'll have to
speed up that bargain of ours, and put
the thing through tonight!"
"Tonight?" echoed the girl In a whis
per of alarm,
"Do you want to save your father?"
"I'll bring 'er," she announced with
grim determination. "I'll bring her,
even though I have to throw a string
o' fits to start her on the way!"
The Drums of Death. 1
It was not until Margery Golden
was seated in the suede-upholstered
landaulet that she found time to ques
tion the expediency of her midnight
mission. Yet as she looked at the un
happy and hollow-eyed girl at her side
she felt sure that her Journoy, odd as
lt had at first seemed to her, could not
be altogether a mistake. The girl was
honest, of that there could.be no quos-
tloh,for"she had Journeyed many long
miles to restore a trivial bit of jewelry
to Us owner. She had also refused to
accept money. She had even seemed
unwilling, after Margery had packed a
large motor hamper with jelly and
milk and potted meats, to have that
luxurious young lady venture so far
a-neld at such an hour of the night.
But Margery felt that it was a case
where the loss of time might possibly
mean the loss of a life, and she was
glad, as they went humming out past
the thinning lights ot the city's re
motest suburbs, that she had not hesi
tated to do what she could to repay
her debt to the daughter of Dan
O'Mara.
"Why are we stopping at the Apple
walthe works?" she asked as the cor
drew up beside the unlighted roadside.
"Bocause me mother's here for the
night," explained the wistful-eyed girl
as she clambered down from the car,
grateful for the gloom that already
surrounded her. "You see, ma'am, they
put us out o' the house this morula'!
So pop got the watchman here to let
me mother sleep In one o' the base
ment rooms."
"Will your father be here?" inquired
the somewhat bewildered young wom
an at her heels.
"I can get 'im, ma'am," explained
the girl as she put down the hampor,
"If you'll just step in through that
door." 1
"But who'll take me to where your
mother is?" asked Margery, gathering
up her skirts as she glanced into the
dingy storeroom feebly lighted by Its
one dingy electric bulb.
"I'll be back in a minute, ma'am,'' the
girl roplied, only too glad of any rea
sonable excuse for disappearing.
Margery, in the meantime, peered
doubtfully about the somber building
In which Bhe found herself so unex
pectedly a visitor. Along one Bide of
the room in which she stood she could
make out dark masses of dye wood
piled as high as her bead. Beside this I
Umatillas who took part in the killing
of at least George Ccggan were tried
at Pendleton in the State Court, found
guilty and hanged.
My letter from Mr. Miner mentions
the fact that on July 13th a body of
scouts from Union reached Crawford's
Hill and found the body of McCoy and
his companions. I had forgotten this
circumstance but if I remember cor
rectly the men from Union were either
on their way toward Pendleton at the
time word of the killing of these men
came to Ln Grande or they started
immediately afterward and I believe
they were the one3 that brought in
the bodios or took them to Pendleton.
This letter from Mr. Miner recalls
many things that took place, some of
which would have been quite ludicrous
had it not been for the seriousness of
the situation. When Fred Foster i
went into Pendleton after George .
Coggan was killed and Al Bunker
wounded on the reservation a squad ,
of about 25 men on horseback startejl :
for the place on the reservation at
which Bunker had been left by Fos-'
ter. Among the men was ono man
who was mounted on a fine horse and
armed with a good repeating rifle and ,
he was so anxious to got a chance at
1he Indians that he could not wait'
until the squad was finnlly assemblca
and when they wont to the reservation
ho rode out in advance of his com
panions. When they arrived on the
leservation at some place near where
she" saw, "fit the uncertain light,-an
open 'pit filled with water. Into one
Bide of this pit ran a cement-walled
sluiceway, stained almost black, with
a watergate set in the upper part of
Its channel. The opening In the far
Bide ot the pit, which was guarded by
a heavy iron grill as big as a park
gate, led Into a high-walled cavern
across which stretched a number of
huge Bteel drums. Set in these drums
were rows of knife-edged cleavers.
The polished surfaces ot these great
blades ot steel shone ominously in the !
half-light.
.Margery was still staring at the
great- drums bristling with cleavers
when with a suddenness that startled
her the electric lights were thrown on
across the root of the chamber1. She
wheeled about quickly to discover the
cause for this. As she did so, an Invol
untary gasp escaped from her Hps. For
standing beside the door, with his fin
ger still on the switch, the Iron Claw
himself confronted her. '
"Why are you afraid of me?" he con
fidently purred. For the girl drew
slowly away while he as slowly fol
lowed after her, step by step. Then,
with a movement that was feline in its
quickness, be flung out an arm and
seized her. Then be turned her delib
erately about until she faced the black
walled sluiceway. But the girl shrank
back.
"Doi't be afraid of it, my dear," he
mocked as ho led her forcibly, step by
step, to the lip of the channel through
which the mill water was curling and
eoidying. "In fact, I want you to look
at It closely and understand lt fully.
It's wonderful, wonderful for many
reasons. At the end of this sluice, you
see, is a log mangle. I have seen those
knives shred a six-inch timber In less
than a minute's time."
He turnod and stared down at the
white-faced girl, drinking to the full
the dizzy wine of hor terror, wringing
a voluptuous delight out of hor word
less gape of horror. Then the look on
bis face suddenly altered, and he
wheeled about, still clutching the girl
close to his side. Ho stood staring at
the door which he had locked but a
minute bofore. And hlB face sudden
ly hardened as he saw the heavy Iron
latch of that door move.
Margery, following his glance, also
watched that door. And when Bhe
heard the thump ot a heavy timber on
Us panels a new hope sped through
her. That hope equipped her with
fresh strength. It prompted ber to
struggle against the Iron Claw with
the utmost power ot her desperate
young body. But her enemy, for all
her efforts, was too much for hor. Foot
1?..
the opon sluiceway. Then, with a mut
tered gasp of finality and a sudden up
ward heave of his shoulders, he flung
the girl headlong Into the water. '
As he did so the door burst open.
For the heavy-hearted Peggy O'Mara,
after-slipping guiltily away from the
sluiceroom where she had left her
quite unsuspecting victim, awakened
for the first time to the full enormity
of her offense. As she stood there in
the darkness, staring back at the dark
mass of the factory walls, the aches of
remorse lay heavy on her young heart.
She was Handing there, with tears
of holplessness in her eyes, when a
figure stepped up to her. She would
have fled, incontinently, at the ap
proach of that Intruder. But the
stranger held her with a gently re
straining hand. And as Bhe poored up
at his face she saw that lt was the
man In the laughing mask.
The righting of wrongs is a port of
my business in life. Can I holp you?"
The girl hesitated.
"Yes," she finally confessed, with a
burst of tears. And through her sobs
she brokenly recounted as much us
she dared of that night's proceedings.
But she continued to weep.
"And mo father'll be goln' to the
pen for what Id tellin you," she
walled out in her misery.
He will not," avowed the Laughing
Mask, with decision.. "He'll have
more than help bol'ore this night Is
over, and a better Job and a clear con
science Dofore another one comes!'
But tell me first where you loft this
girl you brought out from the city?'-
"Inside the door o' the sluiceroom
there."
"Good God!" gasped the man m the
mask;. Then he caught ,the spindle;
they thought Bunker should be found,
this man was some distance in the
lead and the Indians made a dash
nt. him, trying to cut him off from
tho crowd. He promptly turned and
raced back to his companions and
with an oath told them they would all
bfc killed unless they got back to
town as quickly as possible, and for
town he went, taking with him the
majority of the 25 or 30 men. They
did not stop again until they reached
town. i
Very truly yours,
J. D. SLATER.
HAD A WIFE, ADVERTISKD
FOR ANOTHER ARREST" A)
Portland, Ore., July 19. (United
Press) Ie Banks, 27, might have
thought that one wife was not enough.
Or, poiliaps he was trying to live to
the sailor tradition and nave f girl in
every port. At least, 'tis alleged ho
put the following ad in the popers in
spite of the fact that he already had
one wife:
"Wanted to hear from girl between
21 and 25. Object matrimony."
Mrs. Banks reads the pnncrj nm!
she saw her husband's nd She
promptly had her mnto arrested. Ono
wife nt a time is enough, she snys,
while her husband is said to take the
stand that one wife at a time is too
many.
leggea Peggy O'Mara-byhe lana1 S55T
started tor the Bhadowjr pile of the fo-
tory on the run. : "Quick!" he said as
be ran, "show me the door!" .,
The half-breathless girl pointed Itj
out to him. But as he ran up to lt hel
found lt locked. He stooped and fran-j
tlcally caught up a piece of timber U
most as long and heavy as his own!
body. Peggy O'Mara, seeing that it;
weight seemed more than he could'
manage, promptly ran to his assist-!
ance. '
"Now, come together,"
' he said, "ton
j we've got to knock that door ln"
I"
Twice, three times, they charged thai
door before it gave way. But the mo-j
ment its panels crashed in the Laugh-!
lng Mask leaped through the opening.)
As he did so he caught sight of thai
two struggling figures on the brink!
of the blackened runway. As he' Bawl
the figure of the woman flung headlong
into the open sluiceway he leaped with
a shout towards the one-armed 'mam
who stood on Its brink. But that one
armod man, with a lightninglike move
ment, whipped a revolver from his
pocket, swung round on the Intruder,
and fired. '
The Laughing Mask wheeled half)
way about, staggered a step or two
and then fell forward on his face. !
The wide-eyed Peggy O'Mara, toU
lowing at his heels, saw both that fall,'
and the fact that the Iron Claw had al-,
ready leaped towards the control
board of the water mangle. Peggy
screamed aloud, shrilly and belligerent j
ly, as she leaped for the man already
before the control board. She caught,
at him, clawing at his upraised arm,
fought him with every Jot of her thin
blooded girlish body. 1
But she was no match for that de
termined and malignant opponent. The
most she could do was to distract and
harry him for a precious moment or
two. Then, realizing she was a factor
to be eliminated without scruple, he
caught her bodily up from the floor,
raised her above his head, and with a
sickening thud, sent her body against
the solid masonry of the factory wall. .
She lay there stunned, without mov
ing, moaning brokenly with pain, as
Legar darted back to the control lever
ot the mangle drums and shifted that
lever to the spot marked "start." The
next moment he had thrown over the
switch ot the sluicegate control. ,
He ventured oue triumphant glance)
In the direction ot the whirring
mangle knives and the slowly ascend
ing gate. Then, with a grimace ot sat
isfaction, he leaped over the inert
body of the Laughing MaBk, ran to tha
door, and disappeared in the darkness
Had that flight been less hurried
'" ve observed that th.
eyes of the Laughing Mask were open.
ana the inert body, weak as it was
from the loss of blood from a flesh,
wound in the hip, was already pain
fully gathering itself together for soma
predetermined movement. That movement,-
wavering' and unsteady as it
waB, took the crawling man directly to
the control board of the water mangle.
There, by a supreme effort, he raised
himself to his feet, groped about with
an unsteady hand, and swung back
the lever.
The next moment the roar of tha
machinery stopped, the threshing
knives stood poised. But lt had been
only In the nick of time. For Map.
gery Golden, who had clung to tha
sluicegate until its withdrawing bars
had compelled her to relax he. last
desperate clutch on Its bars and drop
back into the black tid' carrying her
closor and closor to those flailing
blades of death, now caught and clung
to a graphite-covered driving chain lit
tle more -hau a yard from the fore
most .nangle drum which towered
above her like an open 'aw. And as
she clung there, a renewing wave of
hope swept through her body, for from
the sluiceway wall above her she could
hear a reassuring if somewhat un
steady voice calling down to her. And
that voice, she knew, was the volca
of the Laughing Mask!
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. Pretty Ankle Worth $10,000?
Portland, Ore., July 19. (United
Press) Ten thousand dollars is the
value of a pretty ankle, according to
Miss Johanna Wilson, waitress, who
last December says sho slipped on
some smashed potatoes and injured
her anklt. The graceful curve 13
gone. Temptingly short skirts are
tabooed by her. Today she has on file
in the Multnomah county courts a
$10,000 damage suit against tho res
taurant, alleging that she is perman
ently injured.
Yrooman To Visit Spokane.
Spokane, Wash., July 19. (Special)
Coining from the national capitol
with the specific purpose of outlin
ing direct to tho citizens at large the
administration policy and program on
food conservation and food production,
Carl Vrooman, assistant secretary of
Agriculture, will be in Spoknno, July
23.
Mr. Vrooman's mission is consider
ed by the national council of defense
one of the most important of the year.
He is authorized to explain exactly
whnt the administration expects of
each and every individual along the
lines of food saving as an economic
measure now, and dso to call atten
tion'to the great importance of pre
paring the next year's food production, '
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