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Published every Saturday, by The Malheur Enterprise Publishing Co.
JOHN RIGBY, Publisher and Proprietor
VALE. OREGON. SATURDAY. SEPTEMBER 13, 1913.
ONE YEAR,
SIX MONTHS,
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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.
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