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About Malheur enterprise. (Vale, Or.) 1909-current | View Entire Issue (Sept. 13, 1913)
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PROHIS PLEASE READ AND PONDER "PROHIBITIONISTS who are more interested in the welfare o the people than in defeating some one for office or obtaining political advancement are requested to carefully ponder over the fol lowing from the Los Angeles Times. "The common carriers of the country have learned that John Barley corn in the habiliments of Death sits at many railroad crossings, at many a switch, and on many a siding, and rides upon the pilot of a hundred engines every day in the week. They might have nailed up the saloon door to their employes, and practically did so by forbidding a trainman under pain of discharge to enter any habitation where John Barleycorn had his domicile. The rule would have done little good if they had not discovered a 'more excellent way.' "Block systems are good, and so are all other mechanical de vices, but unless you get the men at the throttle valve to leave whiskey alone, deaths will occur on the track. By the introduc tion of a 'more excellent way' a report upon the Southern Pacific System shows that in four years ended July 30, 1912, 150,000,000 persons had traveled on trains of that road 'without killing a sin gle passenger through collision or derailment. ' In one small rail road town of 3,000 inhabitants, twenty-nine saloons had flourished, and kept on flourishing in spite of the rule forbidding trainmen to patronize these places. Then the road introduced its 'more ex cellent way' in the establishment of a clubhouse to take the place of the saloon, and six months later a dozen of the saloons had closed their doors because they would not pay. Two years after the club was opened, only seven of the twenty-nine saloons re mained in business. Guidance was superior to obstruction, and EDUCATION LEFT PROHIBITION AWAY BEHIND. "The saloon is the most democratic place on earth, where all distinctions are left behind as each man enters the door. So in the clubs all men stand upon a plane of social equality. Another thing, the railroad clubhouses assume good behavior on the part of all who enter them, and there is never seen a sign prohibiting swearing, smoking, expectorating, or any other improper act. 'There are no rules of conduct. ' The men are put on their man hood and upon their good behavior. In an article in a recent issue of the Outlook, the discussion upon this subject closes as follows: 'Social welfare workers will find food for reflection in the remark able success of this enterprise, which vigorously suppressed every tinge of paternalism and patronage in order to lay hands upon the most elusive, unwitting individual, the adult, independent, self respecting worker, and keep him out of danger the danger zone of the saloon.' TN the "Country Gentlemen" there is a quotation from Emerson which leads to some reflections. "I believe in a spade and an acre of ground. Whoso cuts a straight path to his own living by the help of God, in the sun and rain and sprouting grain, seems to me to be an universal working WHAT OTHERS SHOULD DO man. He solves the problem of life, not for one, but for all men of sound body." These are fine sentiments and true, but are they sentiments of the man who gets up at four of the clock and rustles around with a lantern to feed the stock, milk the cow, curry and harness the horses, grease the wagon and get ready for a 5-30 breakfast which his wife has prepared for him in order to get a days work done? He comes in at six in the afternoon and gets his work completed by 7:30. Sunday he gets up a little later, cares for the stock and perhaps drives to church but must return in time to care for the same stock. He drives to town in the rain when he cannot work on the ground; chops wood in the shed when it is impossible to work in the garden. Fortunately there are men who love this life, for if there were not, crops would be short; but it is this life that is driving young men to the city, or away from home, to endeavor to get the worlds necessities without the grinding toil of the farm. This age is find ing lawmakers reducing the hours of labor everywhere except on the farm. Girls in the city are now receiving protection from over work and are assured of living wage; Girls on the farm must rise at five of the clock and work until 7 at night. Boys are not allow ed to work under age in the cities while on the farm a boy that cannot do, and does not have to do, a mans work at from 12 to 15 years is the exception. Education is teaching them this and further education may pull them through, but unless they stick to the farm and fight for themselves the same grind will go forward for ages longer. All philosophers are tellling of the great things on the farm, how fine to get close to nature, but always for the other fellow. A spade is a fine affair, but it sure gives the user more of a back ache than does a steel pen. The plow is an excellent and great tool, but the pair of legs that follows one for 13 hours would not get so tired under a mahogany table. The axe does pretty work but the arm that swings one would feel full as well at night had it pushed a pen four or five hours. Brains, as we are wont to call an active mind, are not prolific producers except through the ef forts of those less equipped with them. This is one of natures provisions for the feeding and clothing the human race. The greatest philosopher that the world has yet produced claimed that the greater portion of the human race were only fit for slaves. From the days of Horace to that of Emerson the farmer has been told how fortunate he was and how hahpy he should be. Of late years the civilized governments have endeavored to better the condition of the tiller f the soil. Germany has made a success of it because her farmers'are addicted to work, having the mind for change bred out of them by J ages of laborious toil. The United States has endeavored to better their condition through praiseworthy work in the agricultural department, butth wealthy grabbers of labors' product are deliberately legislating against hU very life and fighting every movement that will give him an op portunity for advancement. The producer must not be parmitted be obtain the values he creates for where would the bondholder and owner of watered stock find solace? ' . . To conclude; its a glorious thing to sit under your own fig tree and watch the other fellow work. Grand to play golf while the other fellow plows your land. Gathered from the producer the wherewithal to farm by proxy, it's a grand and glorious life. But those who can exploit the other fellow may thank their good angel that the other fellow is willing, and Emerson is right, he is an "universal worker." i QTRAWS show which way the wind blows." True enough, but sometimes its governors; instance Gov. Foss, who re pudiates the democractic party and its ruinous program. This de fection seems to give the democratic press palpitation of the pen and they are now discussing (you might drop the dis) the trend of the people to wards the republican principles and seem to infer that there is no hope for them in the future. Some of the so-called inde pendents are advising the democrats to join the progressive party. This would be fine, for if anything would drive a republican that voted for Roosevelt back into the old ranks it would be a demo cratic accession into close proximity, with a mixture of democratic heresies and progressive absurdities, simulating a political policy. SOMETIMES IT'S GOVERNORS AND NOT STRAWS OUTSIDE PAPERS NOTE R. R. SERVICE Travelers are Making Loud Complaints About Train Service Statesman and and Oregonian Note Bad Treatment. It is noted in our exchanges that the Statesman has taken notice of the abominable service between Vale and Ontario. The Oregonian has also heard the complaints of delayed and abused travellers. It is apparently impossible to change it and we suppose Vale 'must resign herself to the time when the Oregon Eastern is completed and con nection is made over an interested line with our home city. On account of the service VVale is prevented from pat ronizing Portland, our natural distribu ting point, and forced east or to Boise, which, of course is all right for Idaho and Salt Lake but not bo well for Ore gon. The O. S. L. is a Mormon road and of course its policy is to enforce a long haul over that line. Still the public is entitled to reasonable service and de cent schedules but until Vale has a greater influence at the ballot box it is likely that she will have to take what she can get and thank the powers that be that it is no worse. Library Library will be open Wednesday and Saturday from 7:45 to 9:30 p. m. and Saturday 2 to 4 as usual. Have your summer suit cleaned and pressed. Call 87. adv. Piano Player Wanted For Moving picture show. Inquire Hull and Co. adv. Special Rates to Fair. Special rates and train service on O. S. L. for Malheur County Fair and roundup, Ontario, Oregon September 15th to 20th. One fare for round trip. Tickets on sale September 15th to 20th. good returning September 22nd. Spe cial train leave Brogon morning of September 17th and 19th. returning to Brogan in the evening. Train will also run from Ontario to Brogan on the evening of Sept. 20. Everybody come and witness the many attractions pre pared for this, the biegest and best Fair and wild west show ever at tempted in Eastern Oregon. Some thing doing every minute of the week, adv. VALE'S WEEDS MAY BE DESTRURUCTIVE A disastrous conflagration was nar rowly averted, Saturday night, through quick and decisive action of those who first arrived on the scene. An intoxicated individual set fire to the weeds in front of Deputy Marshal Eldredge's residence and made a tre mendous blaze which threatened to de stroy the town. The alarm brought citizens to the rescue and the weeds were rolled to the center of the road where they burn ed out. The entire city is covered with a heavy growth of weeds and though a 'Sin 1h state law is in effect the city continues tractions and wild west to raise them to poison the surrounding country. Marks Tailoring (Co. new fall and winter tailor made clothes are the best. Come in and let us show you. Vale Vale Tailoring Co. adv. Notice of Publication In the matter of establishing bounda ries and making official survey of the NJ and the SWi of section 25 and the Si; the SJ of the NJ; and the NWJ of the NWJ of section 23, all in Twp. 16 S. R. 43 E. W. M. To R. M. Russell, Mrs. Florence Lundstrum, R. C. MeKinney, Willow River Land & Irrigation Co., J. E. Watson, W. M. Crippen. Pearl Botts, C. J. King, Wm Young, G. H. Bride well H. L. Barrell, Roy S. Wilson, E. C. Thompson, S. S. Griffin, (Crip pen, Buchanan, & Watson,) H. R. Bum baugh, H. G. Geary, andN. P. Ry. Co. You and each of you are hereby no tified that on the ninth day of October, 1913, same being four days after the date of the last publication of this no tice, I, J. F. Miller, County surveyor, on application heretofore made by the Eastern Oregon Land Co., will proceed to permanently establish and mark the boundaries of the following described land in Malheur County, Oregon, to wit: Nl and SWI of section 25 nn Si The Si of the Ni and the NWJ of the in w J of section 23, all in Twp. 16 S., R. 43 E. W. M. J. F. Miller, County Surveyor. Sept. 13-Oct. 5. Special Train to Fair. Malheur County Fair and Roundup. Special rates and train service on 0. S. L. Tickets on sale September 15th to 20th, good returning September 22nd. Special trains leave Brogan mornings of September 17th and 19th returning to Brogan in the evening. Train will also run from Ontario to Brogan on the evening of Sept 20 giving visitors opportunity to snend e many at- SCPnpR fm. nected with this, the biggest and best r air ever neia in Eastern Oregon. Bucking, roping, trick riding and horse races. Dancing every evening with accomodations for everybody. Don't forget the dates, September 16th, to 20Ui. adv. ATTORNEYS- Please Take Notice ! ON AND AFTER OCTOBER FIRST The Enterprise office will carry a complete line of approved Ixgal Blanks. Rest of Type paper and Silk Wove Car bon paper. THE HUSBANDS OF EDITH 1 Bu GEORGE BARR M'CUTCHEON Copjnoht tu Dodd. Mm4 A C. maanm would not Dreatrast until 9. She was still very sleepy. Would M. Medcroft be good enough to order her coffee and rolls brought to her com pnrtment at that hour? And would he mind seeing that the maid saw to It that Baggies surely had his biscuit and a walk at the next station? "Haggles?" queried Brock, passing his hand over his brow. The other shrugged his shoulders and looked askance. "Oh. yes; I understand," murmured the puzzled one. recovering himself. For the next ten minutes he wondered who Haggles could be. lie had eaten his strawberries and was waiting for the eggs and coffee, resentfully eying the early risers who were now coming in for their coffee and rolls. They had slept ne could tell by the complacent manner In which their hair was combed and by the In terest they found In the scenery which he had come, by tedious familiarity, to loathe and scorn. The actions of two young women near the door attracted his attention. From their actions he suddenly gather ed that they were discussing him and In a more or less facetious fashion at that. They whispered and looked shy and grinned In a most disconcerting manner. He turned red about the ears and began to wonder fiercely why his eggs and coffee were so slow Id com ing. Then, to his consternation, the young wotrien. plainly of the serving class, bore down upon him with abash ed smiles. He noticed for the first time that one of them was carrying a very small child In her arms. As she came alongside, grinning sheepishly, she extended the small one toward the astounded Brock, and said in excellent old English: "Good morning. Mr. Medcroft." Then, with a rare Inspiration, "Baby, kiss papa come, now." She pushed the infant almost Into Brock's face. He did not observe that it was a beautiful child and that It had a look of terror in its eyes. He only knew thut he was glaring wildly at the fiendish nurse, the truth slowly beating Its way Into his be-addled brain. For a full minute he stared as if petrified. Then, administering a sickly grin, he sought to bring his wits up to the requirements of the extra ordinary situation. He lifted his hand and mumbled: "Come. Raggles! I haven't a biscuit, but here, have a roll, do. Give me a-a kiss!" He added the last In most heroic surrender. The nurse and the maid stared hard at him. The baby turned In affright to cling closely to the neck of the for mer. "Good Lord, sir," whispered the nurse, with a nervous glance about her. "this ain't Raggles. sir. This la a baby." "Do you think I'm blind,' madam?" whispered he savagely. "I can see It's a baby, but I didn't know there was to be one. Its father didn't mention It to me." "It's a wise father that knows his own c hild," said the nurse, with prompt sarcasm. "I think they should have prepared me for this." growled he. "Is It sup posed to be mine? Does does Mrs. Medcroft kuow about it?" "You mean about the baby, sir? Of course she does. It's hers. Please don't look so odd. sir. My word. sir. I didn't kuow you didu't know It, sirl I wasu't told, was I. O'Brien? There, sir. you see! Mrs. Medcroft said I was to bring Tootles In to you. sir. She said" "Tootles?" murmured Brock. "Toot les and Haggles I dare say there's a distinction without much of a differ ence. Are you Burton?" "Yes, Mr. Medcroft The nurse. ou t you take baby for a minute, air?' Just to get acquainted and for appear ance's sake." She whispered the well meant entreaty. Brock, now well Into the spirit of the situation, obligingly extended bis arms. The baby set up a lusty bowl of aversion. "For God s sake, take him back to his mother!" groaned Brock hastily. "He doesn't like strangers! Take him away!" "it Isn't a he. sir," whispered the niaid as the nurse prepared to beat a hasty retreat with the Medcroft off. spring. "It's a her, sir." Brock's face was a study In perplex ty as they hurried from the car. "By George!" he muttered. "What next?" That which did come next was even more amazing thsn the unexpected ad vent of Tootles. He barely bad recor rl his equanlmlty-wlth bis coffee- 1 hat of luvlf WM uot 0 f. but uhut followed ws. something tl.Mt o, ,veu bs could be dre.med "f If he bad Uu given the chsnce. u .fiermi.d rolled In some dUtr-s of U'lnd that bis nund qul.k (Isuc at . " ' oiuer d.rtlo,.l luto little Us, ll.u ruj, ,r ut admiration. Kw.ll fi'iix) sluuii4lul Ult le U, . upon-dazsllngly, It might be said, with some support to the adjective. More over, she was looking directly Into his eyes from her unstable position near the door. What was more, a shy, even mischievous, smile crept Into her face as her glance caught his. Never had he seen a more exquisite face than hers. Never bad he looked upon a more perfect picture of grace and love liness and aye smartness. She was smiling with unmistakable friendliness and recognition, and yet he could have sworn he had not seen her before In his "Good morning, Roxbury," she sis'. life. As if be could have forgotten such a face! A sudden sense of en chantment swept over blm. indescriba ble yet delicious. (She was coming toward him, still smiling shyly, her Hps parted, as If . she were breathing quickly from fear or another emotion. He set down his coffee cup without regard to taste or direction, bis gaze fixed upon the trim, slender figure in blue. He now saw that her dark eyes were filled with a soft seriousness that belled her brave smile. A delicate pink had come into her clear, high bred faces The hesi tancy of the gentlewoman enveloped her with a mantle that shielded her from Hny suspicion of boldness. Brock-' struggled to bis feet, amazement writ ten in his face. "Good morning. Roxbury," she said in the most Impersonal of greetings. Her smile deepened as the blankness increased In his face. In the most casual, matter of fact manner she ap propriated the chair across the table from his. "Please sit down, Roxy." ne sat down abruptly. For a single tense, abashed moment they looked eearchlngly Into each other's eyes. "Are you Raggles?" be asked po litely. "You poor man!" she cried, aghast "Haggles Is Edith's French poodle. Has no one told yon of the poodle?" She half whispered this. He began to adore her at that very moment, a cir cumstance well worth remembering. "No one has told me of you, for that matter," be apologized, thrilling with a delight such as he bad never known before. "Would you mind whispering to me Just who you are? Am I sup posed to be your father or what?" "It Is all so delightfully casual, isn't It?" she, said. "I daresay they forgot to tell you that you are a man of fam ily. Didn't they mention me in any way at all?" She pouted very prettily. "No. they Ignored you and Raggles and Tootles. Are there any more In my family that I haven't met?" "You see. we got to the station quite a bit ahead of Edith. That's bow you happened to miss meeting us. We saw you there, however. I recognized you by your clothes. You seemed very ua happy. Oh. I forgot! You wanted to know who I am. Well. I am your sister-in-law." CHAPTER IV. "I am Constanoe." SHE ordered coffee and toast while be sat there figuring it out When the waiter departed be leaned forward and said quite frankly: "You'll pardon me, I'm sure, but I can't understand bow I was so short sighted as to marry your sister." "Well, you see, you didn't catch a glimpse of me until after you were married," she railed. "I was in the Sa cred Heart convent, you remember." "Ah, that explains the oversight I am considered an unusually discrimi nating person. . Let me see: 1 married a Miss Fowler, didn't If "Yes, Roxbury four years ago In London, at St George's, in nanover square, at 4 o'clock on a Saturday. Didn't they tell you all thatr "I don't think they said anything about It being 4 o'clock. I'm glad to know the awful details, believe me. Thsnksl Do you know I decided you were an American the Instant 1 saw you in the door." be went on, quite Ir relevantly. "How clever of you, Itoxbury!" "Ob. I say. UUs Fowler, I'm not such an sas as I look-really I'm not I'm trying to look like" "'Bb! If you want me to believe you are not the iu you think you look be careful what you say. lUnietuber I ui nut Mls fowler U you. I am Coo-itaut-ftonjUijie ('ounla, Csn yo lauieiiibof thst. Hoiburyr lie drew uug breath. "Oh, I My. 'oi. idy, '4 U4U, H r(ibr plsla Brwb E ktiuuiitiiW (Cw.lli.u.d)