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Cash and Small Profits is Cur Motto.
: The Best Fuel
and the Cheapest, is Coal. Delivered Free
to any part of the City; by the Sack or in
Large Qnantitics. ',:''
Oregon Cty 7r and 'Cold Storage Co.
1 2-th and Main Sts. .. Phone Main 1734
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E. L. JOHNSON, Proprietor. .
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City and Clackamas . county buyers like a
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by the Lowest Prices ever known on the
Coast. Our goods
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and get your Christmas
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pain Street Next to Oregon City Bank
Oregon City, Oregon
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OREGON CITY COURIER,
tOOH jO s .
y
are being sold
COST
way
west of
be
to
and New Year's
3. tow-mat- V. 8. U'BJTN
IJREN WQDUEBEL
ATXORNliYB AT . LAW
Will practice In all ourts,; make collec
tions and settlements nf estates, furnlsl
abstracts of -title, lend .you money an.
lend your money on' first mortgage.
Office in Enterprise building, Oregon
, City, Oregon.
If You re Not Particular ,
don't travel over the Illinois Central,
as any; old road, will do you and we.
don't, want your patronage ; bat if you
are particular and want the best and
mean to have it, ask the ticket agent
to route' you via the Illinois Central,
the road that runs through solid
vestibule trains' betweon St. Paul,
Omaha, Chicago, St. Louis, Memphis
and New Orleans.
No additional charge is made for a
seat in our reclining chair cars which
are flttod with lavatories and Biuokhig
rooms, and have a porter in attend
ance. Rates via the Illinois Central are
the lowest and we will be glad to
quote them in connection with any
transcontinental line.
H. B. TRUMBELL,
Commorcial Agent, 143 Third street,
Portland, Oregon.
J. C. LINDSEY,
T. F. & P. A., 143 Third street,
Portland, Oregon.
PAUL B. THOMPSON,
Frt. & Passenger Agent, Colman Bldg.
Seattle, Wash.
Winter Rales to Yaqulna Bay.
In order to accomodate the many
people who wish .to make a winter
trip to Yaquinn Bay, the Southern
Puoific Company will sell, on Wed
nesdays, and Saturdays of each week,
until March 81, 1905, round trip
tickets at low rates, to Yaqnina and
return, limited to 60 days from date
of sale., Those who desire to take ad
vantage of this irate should apply lo
nearest Southern Paoiflo agents for
tickets. '
Beautiful Columbia River Folder.
The pnsfenuer department of the Ore
von Railroad & Navigation Company
has just issued a beautilul and costly
panoramic (older entitled "The Colum
bia River, through the Cascade M"iin
taius, to the Pacific Ocean." From Ar
lington to Portland, end from Portland
to th Pacific Ocean, every curve cif the
river ami every point of interet-t ae
shown, while Mt. Hood, Mt. Adam and
Mt. St. Helens, perpetually c wered ith
pi ow, stand out in all their beauty. On
the 1h k ol the, map is an interesting
storv in detail of the trip Irotn Hunting
ton to Portland, and from Portland n
the ocean, not overlooking the benches
Hhd the San Francisco trip by ocean. A
copy of this folder may be 'secured ly
sending four cents iu stamps (to py
postage) to A. L. Craig, General (Vs
enger Agent of the Oregon Railroad A
Navigation Companv, Por'land, Oregon.
By Binding the addre f nome friend
in the F.aot. and four cents in portage,
the folder will be promptly mailed.
LOST Three heifers one mulev,
hlaek and white; one red briudle, top
of one ear missing; one hlaek and
some white; all with under out on
each ear. W. B. Thompson, Oregon
City, R. F. D. No. 1.
FRIDAY, DECEMBER 23,
4 r'J,4;
By VIRGINIA
WOODWARD CLOUD
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Copyright, 1904, by Virginia Woodward Cloud
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SUPPOSE that it is right to
leave Pettikins home with
, Mary Doolin," said Marabel,
pinning her hat on before the
glass. '!Thore Is not room for her, of
course. But to leave children with
servants is not, as a rule, Judicious."
"What's Judlshes?" cried Pettikins,
drawing her curly head in the window,
"Why isn't there room this evenin' for
me to drive too? Why can't I go?"
"Gracious, I forgot she was there!"
said Marabel. -
"There are occasions when absence
of mind , is precious," remarked Miss
Reed.
Pettikins eyed her sister's friend
speculatively, She adored Miss Reed
because it appeared to Pettikins that
the young lady talked as people do in
books. '',,
"Now, listen to me," broke in Mara
bel. "We are going to the station to
meet Uncle George. You must stay
right here with Mary Doolin. Only be
sure to j?ut your best white dress on."
Marabel ran downstairs, and Petti
kins, following, heard Miss Reed say:
"You might as well, Marabel, or
she'll And it out herself after one of her
fits of silence. I never came across so
Inquiring a mld. She's an embryo Co
lumbus." "Embrolumbus," repeated Pettikins
as the door closecL "Embrolumbus,1
she said soberly on the way to the
kitchen to find Mary Doolin. But Mary
Doolin was sitting on a bench outside
paring peaches.
"Mary, what's a embrolumbus?" said
Pettikins.
VDpn't come askin' 'me no more av
thim haythen names!" said Mary Doo
lin. - '(
"I'm wishin' somethln' might hap
pen," said "Fettlklns soberly, "a bear
or soldiers maybe with red coats and
braRs horns and muffs on their heads,
and all flghtln' right here in the yard.
Then before they shot at-us, Mary
Doolin, I'd run out and holler, 'Don't
shoot!' and they'd stop."
"Did ye iver!" said Mary admiringly
as rettiklns' thin little figure and tiny
hands struck an attitude. "Oh,' the
military is just grand! An' wouldn't
ye be nfeared av the firln', Pettikins?"
Pettikins shook her head, standing
absorbed in thought.
"Things don't happen 'cept to grown
young ladies, do they, Mary?"
The shade of wlstfulness did not es
cape the shrewd Irish eyes upon her.
"Nlver mind. Yejll soon be a beauti
ful lady drivln' off to mate yer swate
heart" "Uncle George," corrected Pettikins.
"Av coorse, yer Uncle Geot-ge. An'
ye naden't be wnntin' things to happen
the like av the 'currence I could tell ye
this mlnit."
What's a 'currence, Mary Doolin?
Please tell me what's a 'currence."
"Nlver a bit will I, thin! 'Twas all
in the mornln' paper about a woman
down to the Branch. Mis' McCree she
was, pore sowl! All through her tin
der heart she loses her last rid cint."
"Go on, go on, Mary Doolin! Please
tell me how she lost her cent through
her heart."
"Not I, lndade! She, thlnkln' him a
book agint, an' he, wid his little black
bag all Innocentlike an' knowln' she
was alone by herself"
"An what was he, Mary Doolin
what was lie?" demanded Pettikins,
Jumping up and down In her excite
ment.
"A burglar man, sure a burglar man
as burgled lvery cint av her hard alrn-
"WHAT'S A KMDltOLTJMBrS V
ln's, an Mis' McCree that scared sho
didn't kape the head av a tlsh worm on
her, but lay there kiekln' an' squallin'
while he fills 1:1s little black bag wld
her vallybles an' hows as polite as ye
plaze!"
Pettikins stood absorbed In the de
tails of Mis' McCree's tragic occur
rence. This. Indeed, was having some
thing happen with a vengeance. But
rettiklns was certain that she would
have possessed more power of resist
Pettikins
I
1904,
ance than May Doolln's traditional
fish worm. She strolled to the side
porch, mentally rehearsing the scene,
and sat upon the step under the trum
pet vine. Mary Doolln's stout form re
turned to the kitchen, and Pettikins
dreamily watched a big bee darting in
and out of a scarlet flower that climb
ed outside Marabel's summer pantry.
The door of this pantry opened on the
porch and was ajar, and through the
cool gloom of the interior could be
eeen Marabel's rows of preserve Jars.
"I wonder what Marabel's going to
tell me-or Til find out for myself,"
said Pettikins presently, and then hei
heart stood still, for before her was a
man. He was a man with a smiling
countenance and, shade of the unfortu
nate Mrs. McCree, with a black bagl
He surveyed Pettikins and smiled, fan
ning with his hat
"Well, little lady, so you're aloner
Thus had the burglar discovered the
solitude of Mrs. McCree. Pettikins
"WHICH WAY ?" EE SAID.
pened her Hps to scream, but they
were dry. Her quick, logical mind and
rivld imagination Jumped to the utter
most conclusion. This, then, was a
burglar nay, no doubt the very bur
glar man who had reduced the heroine
of Mary Doolln's story to the sem
blance of a fish worm. Here was the
innocent aspect, the polite subservi
ence, nctually the black bag contain
ing the tools of his nefarious craft! ,
And Mary Doolin, singing In the
kitchen, was a hundred miles away.
"I fancy that your sister has driven
to the station," snld the burglar and
waited, but Pettikins did not speak.
"And suppose you ask me in," he con
tinued, "or, as I am tired and warm, I
shall have to go in without an invita
tion." He smiled and actually stepped upon
the porch. Pettikins Bprang to her
feet. "Which way," he said-"this?"
Yes," breathed . Pettikins. with a
swift illumination of thought as the
burglar Btepped within the darkness of
the summer pantry. In a second she
had slammed and locked the door upon
him, drawing from its lock the great
key which stayed outsjde. And then
her feet flew to the kitchen.
"Mary Doolin," cried Pettikins,' seiz
ing Mary's skirt, "I've got a burglar
man! Yes, I have, Mary! He's the one
that burgled Mis' McCree of her red
cent, for he's got his black bag along
and his knives and things In it!"
"Is it off yer head ye are. Pettikins?"
cried Mary Doolin.
P.ut rettiklns' eyes were great and
impressive. "Mary Doolin, I've locked
him in the pantry before he could bur
gle us like he did Mis' McCree, and
here's the key, and he's makln' a awful
noise!" ' . ,
"Mother av Moses!" exclaimed Mary
Doolin, seizing the key. "If it's the
truth ye're tellln' me, what'll become
av the pair av us, wld nlver a man to
hand 'cept one, an' him a thafe an' a
robber? Come along, Pettikins, till I
listen to him. Sure, I'd rather be out
av the house than in it this minit be
fore he crapes out the pantry chim
bly! It's the brave child ye are, Petti
kins, to arrlst a thafe, but the saints
come down an' help us if he gets out
av there!"
Mary Doolin cautiously approached
the summer pantry armed with a
shovel. Strange sounds were issuing
therefrom. Calls, expostulations and
raps followed in quick succession,
while Mary crouched upon the grass,
muttering to the saints, and Pettikins
stood by, thrilled with the solemn en
joyment of such excitement.
When the yellow cart rolled in the
gate, with Marabel driving and Miss
Reed chatting to Uncle George, their
consternation may be imagined. A
volley of explanations met them, ac
centuated by the shovel, which Mary
Doolin waved alternately from rettl
klns to the pantry, rettiklns mean
while stood by drinking In the elabo
rated details with grave delight
"An' the dirty thafe, wld his pistols
in his bag, ready to burgle us out av
the house, a-bowin' ' an' serapln' an'
thlnkln' to take her in! Not she, In
dado! Seeln' I'd tould her about pore
Mis' McCree, she says, 'Walk in, sir,'
swate as honey, says she, an' in he
walks to Miss Marrybel's pantry, an'
she up an' shlams the door on him,
an' there he Is now a-burglin' Miss
Marrybel's preserves, the owdacious
thafe!"
"And my head wasn't like a fish
worm's, was It, Mary Doolin?" said
rettiklns softly, wltb her eyes on
Mary's face.
Marabel and Miss Reed looked at
each other in bewilderment, and Uncle
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George said: "I'm afraid she'a crazy.
She's talking about fish worms."
"Hear him, thin, for yerself!" cried
Maty Doolin dramatically as there was
a sudden outburst from the pantry, ac
companied by violent raps.
"Say, let me out of here, can't you?
Mr. liumstead, Miss Marabell Unlock
the door!" ' ''. ' ". "
"Hoar to his lmperdencer crted
Mary Doolin, while Pettikins stood
first on one foot and then on the oth
er in her silent and ecstatic enjoyment :
of the excitement
But Marabel sprang forward and
shook rettiklns by the shoulder.
"Elinor Lee Bumstead, you, dreadful
child! Give me that key, quick !"
Mary Doolin tremblingly produced ft,
saying, "Sure, Miss MarrybeL ye
wouldn't be turnin' him loose on' us
now!"
"Burglar, indeed!" exclaimed Mara
bel, with a very red face. She threw
the pantry door wide, and the burglar
stepped forth, fanning himself with
his hat
"How d'ye dof he said. "It'a warm
in there."
"Chenoweth!" exclaimed Uncle
George, with a shout of laughter.
"How perfectly shameful I" cried
Marabel. "But it was Pettikins. You
know, I warned you!"
"Mother av Moses!" exclaimed Mary
Doolin, rushing to the kitchen, with ,
her apron over her face.
"I thought you weren't coming," mur-
mured Marabel to the burglar.
"I took the wrong train and had to
walk from the Junction," said the bur
glar to Marabel. And then they all '
looked for Pettikins, but she had dis
appeared. .
"The child is so sensitive that I am
afraid she will cry herself sick over .
the mistake," said Miss Reed. So Un
cle George went in search, prepared to
dry Pettikins' floods of mortified tears.
He found her sitting behind a hay
stack, gazing speculatively Into space.
"Never mind, girlie," began Uncla ',
George. "Accidents will happen In the
best regulated"
"Uncle George," said Pettikins, turn
ing upon him an absorbed gaze, "what
would he have done if he'd been a real- .
ly burglarilnnn? please tell me, Uncle '
George." y
"Yonng lady," said her uncle, "are ,
you aware that the gentleman whom
you locked up for an hour In that pan
try is your sister's fiance?"
"What's fiance?;' said Pettikins.
"The man your sister's going to mar
ry." ; .
"Oh!" .There was silence for a sec- :
ond, then, "Uncle George" she twisted
a button of his coat around abstracted
ly "do you know what, he's got In his
black bag?"
"Clothes most likely. Why7T
Pettikins gave a sigh of genuine dis
appointment. "The one who burgled '
Mis' McCree had a black bag with
knives in it," she said wistfully. Uncle
George leaned backward &n the hay .
and laughed long and k?udrwhile Pet-
"QITE ME THAT KEY, QUICK I"
tlklns watched him uncomprehending
ly. Then he arose and took Pettikins
to be presented to her future brother-in-law
In spite of the fact that Mara
bel looked disapprovingly at the calico
dress and straw decorated hair.
"This Is Miss Elinor Lee Bumstead,"
announced Uncle George, while Petti
kins shook hands with the burglar.
"I have heard that Pettikins Is a
unique character, and I can vouch for
her prompt action in emergency," said
the burglar. In a moment Pettikins'
small feet had flown to 'the kitchen,
where Mary Doolin was taking a pan
of biscuits from the oven.
"Mary Doolin, Mary Doolin! What'B
a neek carracker? Tell me, please,
MaryP'
But Mary Doolin exclaimed wrath
fullyv "Go 'long way wid ye for a bad
child, Pettikins, wld yer stories about
thaves an' robbers an' lockin' up a
folne gintleman In the pantry, an' him
yer sister's beau! I'm that ashamed I
could walk a mile wld peas In ma
shoes!"
So Pettikins slipped around the side
of the house and sat upon the po.-ch
steps in the early twilight, and pres
ently Miss Reed's voice culd be heard
paying, "The child is so Imaginative
that she really performed a heroic ac
tion." And then a little figure crept out to
where Uncle George sat smoking npon
the grass, and two Intense dark eyes
looked through the dusk.
"Uncle George," she whispered, "just
tell me one thing. What's a 'role ac
tion r