MORNING ENTERPBISE TUESDAY, JULY 23, 1912
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4- A Lesson From the East to 4
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By CLARISSA MACKIE
Mr. Briscoe, though he would only
have a Japanese servant, was not al
ways good tempered. Something was
wrong with his dinner, and it irritated
him. Picking up a plate, he threw it
It his cook.
Tado Hashojuri dodged Briscoe's
carefully aimed plate, and the china
crashed against the opposite wall, and
the fragments tinkled to the floor.
"Mr. Briscoe is not satisfied with the
dinner I have so carefully prepared,"
remarked the Japanese as he brought
another plate and set it down before
his master.
Ned Briscoe glared in astonishment
at the oriental who had taken his re
proof so calmly, or was it contempt
in the oblique black eyes bent upon,
him?
Briscoe knew he had not acted
like a gentleman, and it made him
angry because he knew the reason why
the wine he had drunk exerted Its
usual quarrelsome effect upon him. If
he was with friends when he took
liquor in any form he was minus one
friend when the next day dawned.
When he dined alone it was the waiter,
and when at home in his own apart
ment it was Tado, his cook, valet and
general factotum, who bore the brunt.
"Huh," muttered Ned sulkily as Tado
brought in a delicious salad. It was
made of nuts and white grapes and
was Briscoe's especial favorite. He
trifled with it and refused anything
more except a cup of black coffee. This
he quaffed in two gulps and left the
room.
He would have been angry if any'
one had told him it made him feel
ashamed to see the imperturbable coun
tenance of his cook staring at him.
"It's awful to be a cad and not be
able to help it," groaned Ned as lift
"AH, MY OLD FRIEND, MB. BB1SCOE."
threw himself on the couch in his den.
"I wonder what's the matter with me
anyway?" Somehow the answer rang
in his ears almost as if some one had
heard his query and replied to it.
"Too much money, too little energy
and perseverance, too lazy, too fond of
pleasure, no sense of obligation to his
fellow men or" his country." Ned
Briscoe knew it all and despised him
self for it.
"What's the use of having money if
I can't get some fun out of it?" he
grumbled weakly, and that was al
ways the way his conscience was driv
en into the background.
In the kitchen Tado Hashojuri was
rrowmng over tue trngments ot tue
shattered plate. It had been a long
time since Mr. Briscoe had thrown the
companion plate at his cook, valet,
etc., and the memory of the first iu
sult had grown dim. Now it was re
vived as the sensitive Japanese gazed
upon the porcelain.
"Wait, wait, wait! Some day I must
teach this scalawag how gentlemen
should be treat even in kitchens when
much drink is full of wine," muttered
Tado, with sudden incoherent rage
bubbling over. He flung the fragments
of the plate at his gas range, and there
was another tinkling crash. He smil
ed with satisfaction. It had relieved
his tension. Now he understood why
Mr. Briscoe threw plates at him, but
it did not remove the sting of indigna
tion. One day three months later Tado
Hashojuri received a letter from his
home in Japan, and straightway he
packed his cheap American trunk,
cleaned Briscoe's apartment from end
to end, served a delicious dinner and
t its close laid the key to the refrig
erator at his master's elbow.
"I leave with much dissatisfaction
all around," bobbed Tado solemnly.
"Huh?" demanded Brisco, who was
drinking nothing but water now.
"I go tonight after dishes are wash-,
ed. I am needed at home," patiently
explained Tado.
"Oh, well; why didn't you give me
notice?'' demanded Briscoe indignant
ly, and as the Japanese-made no reply
lie continued, "I don't see that I am
compelled to pay you wages when yon
are leaving me without notice."
Tado's eyes narrowed, but he only
shrugged his uarrow shoulders and
turned away.
"Here!" thundered Briscoe, and toss
ed a yellow back npon the table.
"Thanks," returned Tado laconically.
"Where do you live?" asked Briscoe,
not as if he cared a hang whether his
erstwhile servant lived or died.
"Tokyo, sir, Mr. Briscoe."
"I may be in Japan myself next win
'ter. If you will give me your address,
Tado, I'll look you up. if I need a val
et," remarked Briscoe patronizingly.
"Mr. Briscoe is most too kind," mur
mured Tado, with a smile in his eyes:
He took from his pocket a neat white
card inscribed with a few characters
in Japanese.
"Most anybody can direct the honor
able foreigner," he hinted and so fad
ed from the room, only to appear at
intervals during the meal; and when
inprning jlawned he appeared not at
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all, and Briscoe ate at Tils club
The idea of a trip to Japan appealed
to Briscoe's jaded sense of enjoyment.
He had never visited the orient, and
it was. only a few months after his
valet's departure that Ned Briscoe
found himself crossing the Pacific to
Nippon's fairy islands.
He had been in Tokyo three weeks
and had quite exhausted all the gaye
ties in the foreign quarter before he
thought of Tado Hashojuri. Then it
happened that he came across the neat
card among the folds of his wallet.
"I've missed the services of a man,"
mused Briscoe, turning the paper over
in his hands. "Suppose I look him up.
Very likely he will be glad of a job
with me. No one could shave me like
Tado."
After a leisurely breakfast Briscoe
called a ricksha man and gave him
Tado's card.
"Take me to that place." he said,
getting into the vehicle.
The man stared at the easy going
American, and an added respect came
into his voice and manner as he lifted
the shafts and started down the long
street that lifted into a hill in the dis
tance. It was an hour's ride at a swift trot,
and the man between the shafts seem
ed tireless. Ned Briscoe felt rather
bored at first, but presently the beau
ty of the suburban landscape and the
manifestations of tireless industry as
exhibited by the tiny farms scattered
everywhere and yielding produce from
every inch of soil set him to thinking.
He could see that each of the peas
ants bent above his daily toll was do
ing some share in the work of the uni
verse. Soldiers' drilling barracks show
ed him where one might servo his
country- All about him were tense,
purposeful faces. He thought of the
bored reflection that had met his own
face in the mirror that morning.
Now they were passing beautiful
country estates, and over high hedges,
he caught glimpses of gardens laid out
in miniature reproductions of nature's
wildest fancies.
Now the thought of Tado occurred
to him.
"By Jove, he must be working out
in one of these places:" he thought
uneasily.
Nevertheless he said nothing, and
when his ricksha finally turned into a
gateway flanked by great stone lan
terns he would not have been sur
prised if he had been whisked around
to the kitchen entrance.
Instead of that, the vehicle drew up
under the formal portico of a hand
some dwelling, and an obsequious
maidservant pushed back the paper
-door and Aivited him to enter the re
ception room.
Briscoe removed his shoes and thrust
his feet into the straw slippers waiting
in the veranda and followed the serv
ant into the reception room. Here he
waited while his card was carried to
his late cook. He had hesitated about
this ceremony. He had asked for Tado
Hashojuri, and the maid had nodded
and smiled and disappeared.
Presently she appeared and beckon
ed him to an inner guest room. Here
the light was dimmer, but there was
little Tado Hashojuri standing attired
in rich robes with a queer smile on
his lips and an added dignity in his
manner. He was talking to the Amer
ican minister, whom Briscoe knew
very well.
"Ah, my old friend, Mr. Briscoe,"
murmured Tado in his halting English
and with a flash of white teeth at the
newcomer. "Welcome to Nippon!"
"Thank you much obliged. I'm
sure," stammered Briscoe, quite taken
aback by the evident prosperity of his
late servant.
"If I may have one word with the
baron you will excuse us, Mr. Bris
coe?" asked the American minister,
ajKl as Tado accompanied the diplomat
to the door Ned Briscoe had time to do
a little more thinking before his host
returned.
"Well, Baroif Tado," said Ned when
Hashojuri returned to the room, "it
seems I've been putting my foot in it
all along. riease explain."
Tado did. He said he had gone to
America to study the country and its
people. Suddenly his father had died,
and he had to return to Japan as the
head of his house.
"I was much anger," he said polite
ly, "at some plate episodes in our ex
perience, and I think maybe when you
come to Nippon 1 might revenge my
honor, for I am the son of a samurai,
Mr. Briscoe, and pass not insults! But
when I returned to my own . country
what I left behind, insults and ail,
seemed small and mean beside the
great questions of war and one's coun
try and life and death. So I forget
and am your very good friend!" He
held out his hand, and Briscoe was
gladto clasp it.
Strange to relate, it was through the
man who had one time been his valet
and cook that Ned Briscoe reached a
realization that he, too, had a country
to serve in some capacity and that his
wealth had been given him to use
widely. In the case of Ned Briscoe
It was an occasion when the east
taught another lesson to the west
WILLAMETTE
Edith, Arthur and Esther Rogers re
turned Monday from a visit up the
Willamette river. They have been
spending their vacation with their
Uncle John Rogers and Aunt Myra
Wood, of Amity.
The little son of Mr. and Mrs. Rush
who was badly burned by one of the
unexploded rockets picked up after
the picnic at Schnorr's Park the
Fourth is improving.
Mrs. Schonhinger, who died In Ore
gon City, was an old resident of Wil
lamette and her many friends were
grieved to hear of her sudden death.
George Rogers, of Portland, was vis
iting Mr. and Mrs. Robert Rogers Sun
day. S
Robert Baker, of Independence, was
in town visiting friends Sunday.
Adolph Gross called on. friends in
Oregon City Sunday.
John Moenke is cutting hay this
week. He expects to start next week
on another house for R. H. Rogers.
August Moenke has had his mill
closed on account of breaking his
planer.
Rusia'"Chief Admiral.
The post of chief admiral In the Rus
sian fleet is almost invariably filled by
a member of the imperial family.
JIMMY CALLAHAN'S ODDITIES.
Manager Callahan of the Chi
cago White Sox, like all great
men, has his oddities.
One of them has to do with
Shibe park, the home lot of the
Athletics. Jimmy looks upon
Connie "Mack as the real founder
of the American league in Phila
delphia. The Shibes, he says, didn't in
vest their money until it was
plain the club was sure to be a
winner. Therefore Jimmy in
sists on calling the park "Mack
park."
A Philadelphia baseball writer
besought Cal for an interview
one day last season. Jimmy com
plied, but imposed a condition
that the Athletics' park be called
"Mack park" throughout the sto
ry. The newspaperman agreed,
and for once at least Connie got
all the credit that Cal thought
due him.
PLANK'S GREAT RECORD.
Veteran Southpaw Has Been With the
Athletics For Twelve Years.
Eddie Plank, now in his twelfth big
league season, pitching for the Phila
delphia Athletics with as much ef
fectiveness as in his first year, is mak
ing a record that promises to be with
out a parallel in baseball.
He has now been a pitcher on the
Athletics for a greater number of
years than any other twirler eVer
served any one club. Not even Cy
Young, with his twenty-two seasons
Photo by American Press Association.
EDDIE PLANK, PHILADELPHIA AMERICANS'
VETEKAN TWUtLER.
of twirling, can duplicate this mark,
for his service was divided between
two Boston clubs, two Cleveland teams
and St. Louis.
Plank never pitched for any pro
fessional team, league or otherwise, ex
cept the Athletics. He went to that
city a college student, fresh from
Gettysburg. He is still there and dm
ing his long years of honorable service
has seldom shown better form than
now.
The answer to Plank's success is
easy. He is the most careful of liv
ers. He regards baseball as a lucra
tive business and conducts his exist
ence in such a way as to conserve
his physical resources to the limit. He
owns big farm property in Gettys
burg, Pa., and spends the winters there.
He is a bachelor.
LOSES BOUT WITH SILK.
Tom Raftery Tells How O'Loughlin
Shut Him Up. ,
Tom Raftery. now playing with San
Francisco, tells a joke on himself con
cerning his experience in breaking into
the big league. About three years ago
Tom went to Cleveland from Portland.
He realized that he was going in fa 5$
company and was a bit self conscious.
Tom decided that he wasn't going to
make any holler, but would simply
play the game. Well, for some fifteen
games he didn't open his mouth. He
was so meek that Turner, the third
baseman, went to him and advised him
to ginger up and put some life into hi3
play.
"Get after the umpire and show that
you are trying to win." Turner told
Raft.
Well, that same day Tom decided
that he would follow instructions and
started after Silk O'Loughlin. Raftery
kicked on everything that was called
and finally topped it off with the re
mark that he feared O'loughljn would
be run over by a car because he could
not see it coming.
That got on O'Loughlin's nerves, and
without a moment's delay he brushed
the catcher aside and wheeled Tom
around by the shoulders.
"Say, busher." he opened fire, "don't
get thrown out of this league before
you are in it."
Tom caught the idea right away, and
you can bet that Silk O'Loughlin had
the right of way thereafter.
World Billiard Tour.
Two famous English style billiard
players, H. W. Stevenson and George
Grey, have joined forces and have
started upon an eighteen months' tour
of the world. They will play their
first contests in South Africa and are
expected back in London in time for
the 1913-14 season.
Napoleon as a Bogy Man.
Thackeray once saw Napoleon on the
Island of St Helena. The novelist he
was born in Calcutta in 1811 was on
his way to England as a child. "Our
ship touched at an island where my
black servant took me for a long walk
over rock's and hills until we saw a
man walking in a garden. 'That is he,'
said the black man; 'that is Bonaparte.
He eats three sheep every day and all
the little children he can lay hands
on.'" That black serving man was
not the only person of the time to be
lieve the story which he told. -
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Heart to Heart
Talks.
By EDWIN A.NYE.
THE CIRCUS OF LIFE.
- Oh, the circus day parade!
How the bugles played and played!
The other day in- Washington Bar
num's circus gave a special perform
ance for just one boy Vinson Mc
Leanthe three-year-old son of E. B.
McLean. The boy is heir to a for
tune of $100,000,000.
"Whoopee!" shouts your young son.
"Wouldn't that be fun?"
Well- "
If the spectacle were not so un
American it would be pathetic. There
was that lone kid, barely old enough
to know what was going on, with
nobody to help him enjoy it but his
mother and nurse and the big private
detective that always accompanies the
child.
And father paid the bill.
No doubt the boy enjoyed the circus
the kaleidoscopic glitter, and the ca
parisoned horses, and the goings on in
the three rings, and the crashing music
of the band.
They told the boy it was all for him.
from elephants to trick ponies, from
ringmaster to clown all for him. And
he is being brought up expecting to
receive whatever he wants.
And you?
Do you envy the scion of the Mc
Leans and the Walshes, destined to
live like a prince? There are so many
things you would like to have and
which you are denied not circuses,
perhaps, but other things.
But
When you come to analyze yonr
highest enjoyments do you not find
you are so built that to enlarge your
pleasures you must divide them with
others?
Would you care to hug your pleasures
to yourself, as a miser hugs his gold,
finding, like him. your enjoyment
alone?
There are such a lot of things money
can never buy. And that is where the
McLean sort miss it. Some day this
son and heir will find out that in get
ting everything money can buy he has
lost half his life and the best half!
Your boy thinks he is unlucky be
cause he must stay away from the
circus while this other boy buys a
whole one for himself, but by his
deprivation and struggle to earn and
to deny himself he gets something the
multimillionaire boy never will get.
Having had everything, the day will
come when young McLean will tire
of everything, and what he really
wants he may never get.
Because
The circus of life never was in
tended to be enjoyed by just one boy.
The Smallest Book.
The smallest book in the world was
made in Italy. It is not much larger
than a man's thumb nail. It is four
tenths of an inch in length, a quarter
of an inch in width and contains 208
pages, each with nine lines and from
95 to 100 letters. The text consists of
a letter written Dy the inventor of the
pendulum clock to Mme. Christine of
Lorraine in 1615.
Same Thing.
Mrs. Exe Does your husband keep
a scrap boob? Mrs. Wye Not exactly.
But he keeps a check boob, and we gen
erally have a scrap when he draws
a check for my benefit Boston Tran
script Long Feit Need.
Knieker What is Jones trying to in
vent? Bocker A banana peel that
won't skid. Judge.
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WILLIAMS' TEAM
LOSES CLOSE GAME
SEATTLE, WASH., July 22. Ta
coma won its fourth consecutive game
today when it took the initial battle
of a series with Portland by a score
of 8 to 7. The result was in doubt un
til the end.
All Portland needed to pull out a
victory, was a hit in either the sev
enth or eighth inning, when they had
the bases lull.
The odd feature of the game was
that Tacoma did not get a hit or run
off Eastley, outside of two innings, in
which they hit hard and also were
helped along by errors.
The results Monday follow:
At Seattle-J-Tacoma 8, Portland 7.
At Vancouver Spokane-Vancouver
game postponed because of circus.
At Victoria Seattle-Victoria game
postponed because of rain.
National League
New York 4, Cincinnati 1.
Philadelphia 6, St. Louis 2.
Pittsburg 2, Boston 0.
Chicago 10, Brooklyn -3.
American League
Washington 5, Detroit 3.
Boston 8, Cleveland 3.
Philadelphia 15, St. Louis 4.
New York 13, Chicago 3.
The Otter's Wanderlust.
Of all the neast.s 'in I lie world, the
otter, that tierce outlaw, is tlip greatest
wanderer. It is as if he were afflicted
with a curse that forbids dim to be
still, that forces film ever to push on
on on! est n rtsi oe knows not.
(Three days will si-e the t-.id of his long
est iuaction, and the amount ot miles
he covers. In a fortnight would amaze
some folk. Outing.
Moral Courage,
It is moral courage that characterizes
the highest order of manhood and wo
manhood, the courage to be just, the
courage to be honest, the courage to
resist temptation, the courage to do
one's duty. Samuel Smiles.
A POOR APPETITE
If You Hive One This Tells You How
to Change it for a Good One
A poor appetite means more than
the loss of pleasure in eating. It
means that you are not getting enough
nutrition that you are out of condi
tion that some organ of your body is
unable to perform its work that you
are ill that you may be seriously ill
very soon unless you take immediate
steps to correct the trouble.
Nature is making an appeal for help
Don't you hear her call?
You are probably run down. The
change from cold to warm weather
has discouraged your blood and neivo
force, end one of tho indications is a
loss of appetite. Neglect may mean
nervous prostration, a long spell of
sickness, perhaps a ruined constitu
tion. It is up to you right now to do some
thing. Every day makes the Loubi
more pronounced. There is a reme
dy that you should try, for it is cal
culated to give you excelent. service.
It is Rexall Celery and Iron Tonic.
We know what it is made of. We
know that it has relieved other cases.
We knew users who say it has been,
just the thing for them. We know
wo i an honestly recommend 't. Wc
know it is espcially designed as :'a
nerve feed a general builder and r3
vivifier. We know so much about it
that we are glad to back our claims
for it by a positive guarantee to re
fund your n:oney if it fa:ls to give
satisfaction. Could anyone do more
than that to show confidence and good
faith? Come in and" let us talk it ov
er. Costs one doller for a big bottle.
Sold in this community only at our
store. The Rexall Store. Huntley
Bros. Co. ,
L Leaf
Systems and Devices for
every kind of business
and profession. A 'phone
call will bring us, or, bet
ter still, come in and
view our modern plant.
OREGON CITY ENTERPRISE
CROPS DAMAGED BY
HAIL STORM AT BAKER
BAQER, Or., July 22. Thousands of
dollars damage was done today by the
largest and most peculiar hail storm
in this part of the country in years.
Some of the stones were seven
eighths of an inch in diameter.
With hardly any warning the hail
beat down with such fury for seven
minutes at 11:30 this morning that
pedestrians could not venture on the
street, horses whipped by stones ran
away, and one ice wagon team tore
down Second street, scattering ice for
blocks.
The hailstones were so thick that
they stopped up the sewer gratings
and would not melt fast enough so that
the streets were small rivers.
A heavy lightning and rain storm
followed, but did not wash away the
hail, which banked on the sidewalks
and made the city look, as if a snow
storm had raged. Merchants cleaned
their sidewalks with shovels and
small banks of hail remained all aft
ernoon without melting.
No Great Fun.
A settlement worker In New York
took a society girl through a lot of
sweatshops. Showed her all around.
' "How would you like to work like
this? You society buds know nothing
of toil."
"Oh, I guess I could work," said the
society girL
"But how would you like to work
like this?"
"I don't think it would be much of a
lark," admitted the butterfly of fashion,
"and I am sure my chaperon would get
horribly bored." Exchange.
When to break Your Word.
Never break your word unless you
can do It when a hypheD will fit in
picely. Lippincott's Magazine.
cmo.
Ask Him to Wait
Mr. Jones comes in, ask him to wait.
I have been tied up here, but will be
at the office inside of half an hour.
Explain the matter to him and don't let him
go away. It's important."
When a business man finds himself delay
ed in keeping an appointment at his office,
he invariably telephones.
Pacific Telephone and Telegraph Co,
Every Bell Telephone is a Long Distance Station
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IS AGAINST TAFT
SAN FRANCISCO, July 22. Should
President Taft be defeated in the con
test for control in the September Cali
fornia primaries, it would eliminate
his electors, as Republicans, from the
general election ballot in November
according to an opinion isued today
by State Attorney General U. S. Webb
in which he upholds the progressive
Republicans and maintains that reg-
I ular Republicans who desire to sup
! port Taft may secure places on the
! general election ballots but may not
use the name "Republican."
Webb holds that the Taft Republi
cans must either contest with the ad
ministration organization for control
of the Republican party of the state,
or have no chance to vote for their
candidate in November. The princi
pal points in the opinion foflow:
First Broad and liberal interpreta
tions of direct primary law necessary
in order to make it constitutional.
Second State administration ticket
may take the name "Republican" al
though its nominess are pledged to
support Roosevelt.
Third Regular Republicans who de
sire to support President Taft may
secure places on general election bal
lot hut may not use the name "Repub
lican." Fourth No voters participating in
the primary election in September
may sign nominating petitions for any
candidate at November election.
Fifth Candidates for presidential
electors may be voted on in groups,
provided they are designated on the
ballot under some party heading.
Sixth Prohibitionists, Socialists or
any other party may secure places on
the ballot in the November election
through nomination petitions without
holding party primaries.
If it happened it is in the Enterprise.
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