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MORNING ENTEBPBISH WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 21, 1912
I CUPID
I POSTMASTER
A Fortunate Mistake
By Clarissa Mackie
The postmaster at Saltpeter Canyon
took his feet down from the counter
and lounged over to the little pigeon
holed box where the letters were dis
tributed. The door opened, and a man
strode in and pressed a bronzed face
close to the stamp window.
"Howdy! Any mail for the Lone
Bull?" he asked.
Simeon Carter reached down a pack
et of letters and thumbed them over
deliberately. Occasionally he paused
to expectorate over his shoulder, im
proving each opportunity by indulging
in a prolonged stare at the face in the
window. Presently his curiosity found
utterance. "Seems like I've seen you
before," he hinted.
"Where?" asked the- other with dis
concerting promptness.
"I I don't remember," admitted
Simeon sheepishly, and then gruffly,
"I don't know as I'm inclined to give
the Lone Bull mail to anybody that
comes along."
"I hope you don't feel that way,"
said the other cheerfully, "but I guess
you had better give it to me. I've got
Boss Clintock's order somewhere about
me, but I reckon my face Is order
enough to get the mail from a little
2 by 4 cracker box like this."
"Young feller, that face of yourn
will be your passport to a much hot
ter place than Saltpeter Canyon," grunt
ed Simeon as he leaned an elbow on
the window ledge. "To get down to
business, here's a letter for Theodore
Crane, a hull bunch for the boss, a pa
per for Jim Lewis, and, let me see,
there's a postal card for Harry Barry
from his uncle at the Springs saying
urn ah, yes; here's a postal card for
Harry Barry, and that's all."
"Thanks," said the other briefly as he
bestowed the mail matter in his va
rious pockets and turned away.
Now Simeon Carter's leathern face
was pressed to the window. "There
I BECKON MY FACE IS ENOUGH ORDER
TO GET THE MAIL."
might be a letter for you, young fel
ler," he insinuated, "only I don't hap
pen to know your name."
"I'm not looking for a letter," said
the other imperturbably. "I uever'get
any letters."
The postmaster's face reddened an
grily. "Think you'll string me, eh?
'Spose you'd rather go without your
letter than tell your name."
"I don't mind telling my name," said
the other cowboy carelessly, "only you
didn't ask me outright. Ask me plumb
out, and I'll tell you Fair and square
is my method."
Simeon swallowed his indignation
and grinned back at the handsome
youth. "What's your name, young
man?" he asked bluntly.
"Timothy Lewis." said the other
promptly.
"Well, that does beat the bugs'."
chuckled the postmaster. "Here's your
letter, Mr. Tim Lewis, and a big fat
one it is too." He shoved a large
square manila envelope through the
opening, and the other glanced at it
curiously and thrust it in an inside
pocket.
Arrived at the ranch o3ice, he gave
the mail into the hands of Mr. Clin
tock and went on to the bunk house.
There was no doubt about the mat
ter. The envelope was addressed in a
feminine hand to "Mr. Tim Lewis,
care the Lone Bull ranch. Saltpeter
Springs, Mont." The postmark was
Sioux City.
Timothy drew out his knife and slip
ped the blade under the flap. Inside
was something wrapped in white tis
sue paper.
With wondering curiosity Timothy
unfolded the wrappings and disclosed
a photograph the picture of the pret
tiest girl he had ever seen.
Yet she was an utter stranger to
Timothy Lewis.
Across the bottom of the picture a
few words were penned in the same
handwriting, only here the "J" was
unmistakable, "To Jim. with Nell's
love." That "Jim" proved the owner
of the picture to be Jim Lewis, who
was doubtless waiting impatiently be
low for his weekly budget of mail. A
slim allotment was his this time a
folded newspaper; that was all.
He propped the picture on his shelf
and studied it closely. She was the
sweetest He stopped and drew a
sharp, pained breath. Of what was
he thinking? There was every evi
dence that this girl was Jim Lewis'
sweetheart Was it-not well known
that that gentleman was economizing
on tobacco in an endeavor to raise the
price of a marriage license? And so
this was the girl!
There would have to be explana
tions, of course, and possibly Jim
Lewis might take offense because Tim
had opened the letter. Nevertheless
It was up to the postmaster at Salt
peter Canyon. Timothy shrugged his
shoulder and tucked the picture away
in his breast pocket. He would await
a " favorable opportunity before pre
senting It to Its rightful owner.
At the supper table they were scoff
ing at Jim Lewis' use of cheap tobac
co. Harry Barry was passing around
his handsome new Stetson with all the
solemnity of a deacon passing the con
tribution plate.
"For Jim's marriage license," ex
plained Mr. Barry as he poked the hat
under Timothy's nose. "We're all
doped with that brand of herbs he's
smoking. Get back to the Broncho
brand, Jimmy., We'll raise the money
for the wedding."
Timothy frowned a little as he
thought of the face pressed against
his heart, but tact required that a con
tribution be made, so with what grace
he could muster he dropped a handful
of cigarettes in the hat and went on
with his supper.
Jim Lewis was growling over his
newspaper. "I'll eat old Simeon alive
if he's keeping back any more of my
letters."
"Heard anything more about that
Tim and Jim letter?" asked Crane from
behind his coffee cup.
"Nary. Maybe it's because I haven't
been near the old scalawag for ten
days. I've thrashed it out with him
for the last time. I feel pretty biling
mad tonight, and I've got a miild to
go over and thrash him good and
plenty," said Mr. Lewis savagely.
"We might go over and wipe out the
hull place, take your letter and git,"
suggested Harry Barry eagerly. "It's
mighty dull nowadays. I feel like I
could lick a regiment."
"I'll attend to my own licking," ob
served Jim dryly. "When I go to
hunt down a weazened old scalawag
like Simeon Carter I guess I ain't feel
ing so poorly that I have to take along
six picked men, a battery of machine
guns and an airyplane scout to help
me out Nixey. That is to be a duet
Just Simeon and me, and me coming
home with the letter which he says
is not for me."
In this mood Mr. Lewis was not to
be trifled with, and one by one the
men dropped away to indulge in a
quiet game of poker near the glowing
stove.
Timothy Lewis resolved to postpone
his interview with his comrade until
morning had brought. the gloomy one
to a more amiable frame of mind. In
cidentally Timothy could have anoth
er look at the picture, which he hesi
tated to surrender.
Toward morning he was awakened
by a touch on his shoulder, and he
started up to find Jim Lewis sitting
on the edge of the bed in a flood of
moonlight
"Well," said Timothy sharply,
"what's wanted?"
Lewis crossed one leg over the other
and pulled reflectively at his mus
tache. "I just been over to Saltpeter
Canyon and licked that postmaster. On
the side I've rifled the United States
mail, and I'm liable' for most anything,
and when it was all over but the
shouting old Simeon barks out he'd
give the letter to Mr. Tim Lewis, which
is you, I believe." Mr. Lewis' voice
was dangerously silky.
"That's my name," snapped Timothy,
now wide awake. "That letter was
given to me by mistake. It surely was
addressed so it looked like 'Tim,' and I
opened it. Of course as soon as I saw
what was in it I knew it wasn't for
me. I was going to give it to you iu
the morning."
"Honest?" demanded Jim Lewis.
"Yes." returned Timothy quietly, and
such was his reputation among his
comrades that his word was never
doubted. Jim Lewis held out his hand,
and Timothy reached under his pillow
and drew out the letter "Here it is,"
be said.
"You're taking plenty good care of
it," commented Jim Lewis as he peer
ed curiously in the end of the letter
and then drew forth the photograph.
He held it to the moonlight and stared
and stared again at the face. Then he
scanned the superscription on the en
velope. "Weil, I'm banged if it isn't
little Nell! Of course 1 thought it
must be from Lulu!" The disappoint
ment in his tone emboldened Timothy
to ask a question.
"Who is Nell?" he asked bluntly.
"My sister." said Jim Lewis proudly.
"She teaches school in Sioux City, and
she's the purtiest girl out except Lulu
Gilbert of course always except the
future Mrs. Lewis." He tucked the
picture away in his pocket and seemed
smitten with some happy thought, for
he asked suddenly, "What'd you have
it under your pillow for? Now, that's
pretty good. Tim. Don't you blow to
the chaps about my end, and I'll keep
it dark about your blushing over Nel
lie's picture. What say?"
"Agreed!" said Timothy promptly.
"And I say, Jim, the next time you go
to Sioux City will you take me along?"
"Sure thing. I'm going to marry
Lulu there in about two weeks, so you
can go along and be best man. It's to
be done in style. If you ever call me
brother-in-law, Tim Lewis, you can
thank that old scalawag at the post
office." "Scalawag!" breathed Timothy fer
vently. "The only name that's good
enough for Simeon Carter is Cupid,
postmaster!"
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WHY FIGHTERS
DO GO BROKE
But Few Pugilists Knew How
to Hold Money.
WOLGAST IS GREAT GAMBLER.
Lightweight Champion Has Lost a
Fortune In Games of Chance Abe
Attell Another Nelson Has Made a
Number of Foolish Investments.
Quite an interesting conversation
was started the other day as regards
the finances of various modern ring
sters, most of whom have cleaned up
handsomely in their Sstic encounters,
and it was surprising to hear the gos
sip of this man or that one who appar
ently hasn't as much of this world's
goods as he was supposed to have in
his possession.
Champion Lightweight Ad Wolgast
for instance, is commonly supposed to be
financially strong; but, according to no
less an informant than Promoter Tom
McCarey, Ad had no more than $30,
000 prior to his bout with Joe Rivers
in Vernon, Cal., July 4. Of this a por
tion was invested in beach property
near Los Angeles and some in a farm
at Cadillac, Mich.
"It doesn't surprise me in the least,"
said one man to whom this story was
told. "In fact, I had heard long before
the July bout that Wolgast and Jones
were pretty nearly broke, which might
account for Tom Jones going to work
for Jeffries after Wolgast's operation
for appendicitis. Wolgast has always
been more or less of a gambler and a
speculator, and in a nice, quiet way he
likes to get out and have a time."
Wolgast has not alone bet on his own
bouts, but he has been known to wager
large sums on other matches. That be
ing true, it stands to reason that he
might make wagers on other proposi
tions, and a gambler is up today and
down tomorrow.
Abe Attell's reputation as a card
player has been so thoroughly estab
lished that it needs no comment Abe
has always been addicted to gaming
and has won and lost many fortunes
in his day, although since he has gone
under the management of Billy Nolan
he has cut loose from that sort of life.
It can't be said, however, that the
former featherweight champion of the
world is plentifully endowed with
money, as he is a good liver and when
he lost the title was about up to the
limit although there was a story to
the effect that he recouped in large
part his losses at cards.
It seems to be the general opinion
that Battling Nelson has rid himself
of much of the money that he was
paid by the promoters, by moving
picture concerns and theatrical man
agers. Indeed, if the Battler has anything
it is a safe bet that he is land poor
He was always a speculator more
than an investor, and his speculations
have never been of the best, as wit
ness the roko game, for which clap
trap he paid $15,000 and found it was
practically worthless.
His land purchases have also been
anything but profitable, and it has just
come to light that the Battler always
considered himself something of
poker player.
"When the Battler and I split." said
Billy Nolan, "I am quite sure he was
worth from $75,000 to $100,000 and
had quite a supply of ready cash.
WThat has" happened to him since that
time I don't know. I do know that he
liked to play poker, which will proba
bly surprise you, and he lost a lot of
coin that way."
Jim Jeffries la comfortably fixed,
and his saloon in Los Angeles, now
owned by Jeffries and his brother, is
a small mint Before the Johnson
fight, which brought Jeffries some
thing like $100,000, it is said he was
in financial straits and not only lacked
ready money, but was hard up.
That fight, whatever it may have
done to his pride, put him on his feet,
from a business point of view, and
since then he has been able to loan
out large sums. " But Jeffries cannot
be considered a fair example of a
fighter, as he is in reality out of that
game altogether.
Stanley Ketchel ran through a for
tune and left little or nothing, except
a mortgaged ranch, when he came to
an untimely end. Ketchel was never
much of a gambler, but he spent mon
ey like the wind, and his predilection
for a'utomobiling must have cost him
a pretty penny; also he loaned money
to almost any one who approached
him.
What is the reason, you ask. that
fighters with such large incomes
should go broke?
The answer is chiefly because they
are in no sense of the word business
men. They don't know what it is to
save money or how to invest it. Usual
ly they have never had much money,
and when it comes in large amounts
it is altogether too much for them.
Then they proceed to spend it as if
they were millionaires, and the conse
quence Is that they are living from
one fight to another - Their life-that
of the sport, with plenty of time and
a world.of hangers-on is to some ex
tent responsible. At all events, the
fighter who can save his money is an
exception.
And the only exceptions writers can
call to mind are Mike and Jack (Twin)
Sullivan, Jimmy Britt, Paefcey Mc
Farland and Johnny Kilbano.
Trapped.
"Don't you love me, or do you?" ask
ed the western girl. The eastern man
studied for a minute and answered
"The former." And he tried to conceal
his surprise when she thew herself into
his arms. Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Swedish Sleep Wooer.
A Swedish method of producing'
sleep is to wring out a handkerchief in
Ice water and lay it across the eyes.
Division of the Minute.
To the Romans we are indebted for
the. separation of the minute into sixty
J seconds.
IS
LAUDED BV RILEY
"The Pacific HighwaV will soon be
one of the finest thoroughfares in the
world," declared Frank B. Riley, vice
president of the association in Ore
gon, who was in this city Tuesday.
Mr. Riley has been checking up the
guide posts and signs on the highway
in this county. "The highway will
mean more to the Pacific Coast than
anything else one could imagine at
the present time," he continued. "Re
ports from San Francisco, where the
convention was held recently are most
encouraging. About thirty automobile
parties which passed through this
city en route to San Francisco to at
tend the convention" ,are - now on a
trip in the southern part of Californ
ia. They went to the Mexican line
and will return to their homes in their
cars. The reports regarding the con
ditions of the roads are fine, and
along the entire route the residents
are enthusiastic over the prospects.
The highway will join the greatest
farming districts in the world."
Mr. Riley ha probably done more
work in connection with building the
highway than any other man, and de
clares he will continue his efforts un
til the thoroughfare is the finest in
the world. It probably will be ex
tended to' Mexico City.
BOYLES' FUNERAL TO
E ARRANGED TODAY
Arrangements will be made today
for the funeral of Daniel Boyles, who
was killed near Cottage Grove Sat
urday by a blast The family is
awaiting the arrival of relatives from
Michigan before announcing the time
of the funeral. Mr. Boyles was mar
ried here about one year ago to Miss
Anna Railing, of Parkplace, and they
have a child only a few months, old.
Mrs. Boyles' father and brother
brought the body to this city, and the
funeral will be held here. It is prob
able that the interment will be in
Mountain View Cemetery.
Vision
strange visinn
When the steamer bearing the res
cued arrived 1 was at the dock. One
by one I saw them come ashore, but
not Margaret Then upon inquiry
came the blow She had been removed
with others to one of the boats, had
been taken from it into the rescuing
steamer in a serious condition and had
died on the inward trip
I will not dwell ou my loss. That Is
one of the constantly recurring be
reavements that concern us as indi
viduals. The other part of my story
concerns us as human beings Each
is welcome to draw his own inference
The only conclusion I have arrived at
is that Margaret was gifted with the
power while living and in the face of
death to draw me to her that 1 might
take part with her in what she was
enduring.
But back of this is another infer
ence, though 1 admit it is entirely my
own that this desire, made good by a
power to bring me over hundreds of
miles to her, was an expression of the
fact that two individuals may become
one in soul by the power of love. Be
this as it may, I am living out the
remainder of my life impatiently wait
ing for a reunion with my other soul
part. Since the events 1 have describ
ed I am as one detained in a foreign
land.
KIDNAPPER OF GIRL
KILLS 2, SHOOTS SELF
BELLEPLAINE, Kan., Aug. 20.
James Thompson, 16 years old, -was
killed, and Matt Manahan, a farmer
living near here, was fatally injured
today by Sam Wood, 35 years old, in
a fight at the Manahan farm. Wood
and Manahan were neighbors and the
trouble occurred, it is charged, when
Wood tried to kidnap Manahan's 22-year-old
daughter Ethel, The girl
eluded Wood by hiding.
Gaylord Manahan, 16 years old ,a
son of Matt, was hurt in the fight
Wood escaped, and a posse started-
in pursuit.
He shot himself when overtaken by
the posse of farmers this afternoon
near his own farm, two miles north of
Belleplaine. He ran from a cornfield
into the road, and fired three bullets
into his breast. He was taken to
Belleplaine, where he is dying.
Thompson's home is in Wellington,
Kan., and he was employed atthe
Manahan farm. He refused to tell
Wood where: the Manahan girl was
hiding, and Wood shot him through
the heart, killing him instantly. The
girl's father, who had retired, heard
the shot and rushed out after Wood,
who went into the yard after shoot
ing Thompson. Wood grabbed an ir
on bar and beat. Manahan over the
head until he was unconscious, and
then returned to the house to make
a further search for Miss Manahan.
Gaylord Manahan was on his knees
praying that his and his sister's lives
be spared. Wood attacked him, but
did not inflict serious injuries. He
promised the boy he would be spared
if he would help him get away. Wood
made a second search of the house,
but failed to look in a closet under a
stairway, and) it was there that the
girl was hiding.
. The young woman had been arous
ed by loud talking in the yard after
Wood drove up in a buggy last night
and, i overhearing the conversation,
fled to the closet and locked the door.
After making the rounds of the
rooms again, but failing to find the
young woman, Wood ran out into the
yard. Young Manahan recovered,
and on his knees again pleaded with
Wood to save the lives of his father
.and sister. He promised to do so if
the hoy would help him get away.
The two jumped into Wood's buggy
and drove rapidly to the south. Two
miles distant. Wood entered a cam
field, deserting the vehicle and order
ing Manahan to "return home."
Arriving home young " Manahan
spread the alarm and soon after-daylight
the posse had started in pusuit
of Wood. A physician who treated
the elder Manahan stated his condi
tion was dangerous.
Wood was indicted at the March
term of the Federal Court in this city
for sending an obscene letter and
post card to Mrs. Minnie Owen, a
music teacher in a Wichita music col
lege. He was released on a $1500
bon to be tried at the September
term of court A bottle of chloroform
nd a gold bracelet were found in the
buggy in which Wood drove to the
Manahan residence.
Quick Growing Rice.
In Siam there is under cultivation a
common sort of rice which in flood
times grows as much as a foot in
twelve hours, so that the plant often
attains a height of ten feet in its ef
forts to keep its leaves above water.
Overcrowded.
She 1 was reading iu some paper the
other day that a pint of milk contains
simply millions of germs. He By
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OREGON CITY ENTERPRISE
El
SAYS MEN MUST DIE!
SACRAMENTO, Cal., Aug. 20. Be
cause the agitation for the abolition
of the death penalty in California fail
ed to enlist more than a few thousand
signatures to the petition seeking to
make hangings impossible henceforth
Governor Hiram Johnson announced
today that all of the seven men whom
he had reprieved from time to time
because of the existence of this peti
tion, must die. He declared that he
had no other alternative and that the
law must be enforced.
Alexander Szafscor and George Fi
gueroa are under sentence to be hang
ed at San Quentin September 6, the
week just preceding the celebration of
Admission day; Willis Luis, a Chi
nese; William Burk and Frank Baur
waerts are to die Friday, September
13; Charles Carson, whose sanity has
been denied by the warden and pris
on guards, is to give up his life Sep
tember 20, and Ed Williams is under
sentence to be hanged September 27.
These are only the men whose sen
tences have been reprieved. There
are five or six others awaiting exe
cution, whose hope of- securing com
mutation to life imprisonment is
shattered by the governor's decision.
Governor Johnson has" at no time
expressed any sympathy with the
movement to abolish capital punish
ment. Every Way.
"Did you tell that fellow we would
proceed against himf if he did not fumi
gate those apartments?"
"Yes. sir."
"Well?"
"I left him fuming."
Here everywhere in the
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To the invalid, the convales
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OF PASTOR KILLED
EUGENE, Or., Aug. 20. Wrhen Rev.
! H. A. Green went upstairs to call to
j breakfast his 12-year-old daughter,
I Mildred, this morning and looked into
her bedroom he beheld her lying with
her head cut almost off. Without his
having heard a sound during the night,
someone had entered the child's bed
chamber and cut her throat clear
across with a razor or sharp knifeN
The perpetrator of a crime that has
horrified Eugene beyond description
then departed as he came, noiselessly
and without leaving apparently any
trace. The murder had been commit
ted several hours when Rev. Mr.
Green went upstairs at 8 o'clock .this
morning. The body was already cold.
Rev. Mr. Green is pastor of "the Bap
tist churfh and resides at 268 West
; Sixth street. He and Mildred having
i been living alone recently, for three
of the older children are visiting at
j McGregor, Iowa, having left here for
fclowa in July. The child's room was
! directly above her father's.
Nothing downstairs or upstairs was
t disturbed, indicating that no robbery
I wa;J committed.
j The police and sheriff's forces,
; which are working together, are art; a
; loss for a clew. They have examined
the premises thoroughly but have Deen
unable to find the least trace of any
nnger marks of blood or of any foot
prints in the rear yard that might
lead to anyl clew. The have visited
the railway construction crews near
by with the hope of learning some
thing of the crime among the many
foreigners at work in and around the
city, but no. satisfaction has been
gained thereby.
If you saw it in the Enternrlse it's
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