THE SUNDAY OREGONIAN, PORTLAND, JULY 15, 1906.
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IN THE RELIGIOUS WORLD
International Sunday School Lesson, "The Good Samaritan;" Luke 10: 25-37.
Golden Text, "Blessed are the merciful for they shall obtain mercy;" Matt. 5:7
BT WILUAH T. ELLIS.'
SAN FRANCISCO Is well aware that
the Good Samaritan is still doing bus
iness. As deathless as the wandering
Jew, and more ubiquitous, this character
who typifies practical neighborliness is
still extending balm and healing and suc
cor to the world's needy ones. He is the
man of catholic spirit who recognizes no
lines when need exists, and who finds in
every man who calls for his help a true
neighbor. He incarnates the principle
that anybodyVnuet help everybody who
is down. Just as when the news of San
Francisco's great calamity first burst upon
the Nation, all classes of people, without
respect to creed, condition or location of
wealth, gave quickly and generously of
their substance to the brothers bereaved
on the Pacific Coast.
This popular parable has passed Into the
parlance of the plain people. The good
Samaritan is a familiar story to every
body. The man who may not know wheth
er the book of the Revelation is in the
Old or the New Testament, yet knows, in
outline, this story of the good-hearted
traveler who gave a lift to a man in trou
ble In truth, the spirit of the present day
Is becoming to be more and more in ac
cord with the teaching or the great para
ble. In no age of the world's history was
there so much practical helpfulness put
forth by men in behalf of men as Is the
case today.
A Quibbling Lawyer.
"Behold how great matter a little fire
kindleth;" even the "smartness" of a
quibbling ecclesiastical lawyer may bring
forth such a profound and far-reaching
story as thst of the Good Samaritan. This
glib doctor of the law was of the party
who had little time for the new teacher
from the north country. In self-assured
fashion he set about to trap the Master.
An Is too often the case In the courts to
day he tried to raise a technical point
just the sort of pettifogging and blinding
of big Issues by minor legalisms, as the
President of the United States has of late
publicly rebuked. This lawyer was not
trying to discover the truth, but to defeat
an adversary. ki "
His question ae to what he should do
to Inherit legal life was disingenuous.
While the words were still warm on his
lips he knew that they were a mockery,
for In his heart he believed he knew more
of the law than this country rabbi from
n'han r -. answered him by
asking him another question asking the
question which was common on the lips
of the experts in Old Testament study,
"How readest thou?" the lawyer an
swered Rllbly enough. He possessed far
more truth than he practiced. It was not
more light that he needed, but more
steadfastness to the light he already pos
sessed. He was in the position of the
average person today. We do not need
to know more, but we need more reso
lute purpose to impel us to live up to the
level of what we do know. No new light,
but new loyalty, is the greater need of
th times. Men are Judged, not by the
truth which they do not know, but by
that truth which, knowing, they fail to
practice.
But you cannot do anything with a quib
bling lawyer. As well try to teach calculus
to a grasshopper, as the big principles of
right and wrong to a crossroads shyster.
This man had no higher ambition than to
make out a case for himself. He was of
the sort such as infest every courtroom
today, who seek a loophole in the law,
rather than to know the main purport of
the law itself. When Jesus had answered
him with a pointed, "This DO, and thou
shalt live." he tried to wriggle out by
asking, "Who is my neighbor?" This has
been a pretty question for discussion many
times among the ecclesiastics; and no end
of hairsplitting arguments have been ad
vanced upon It. The lawyer thought that
In it he had found a poser for Jesus.
The Point of the Story.
Jesus answered the lawyer by telling a
story. The point is not as clear to those
who read it today as to those who heard it
2000 years ago, although the application
is obvious. Local conditions illuminated
It and made the comparison which Jesus
drew a daring one. Among the men who
listened to his story of the Good Samari
tan, with its characters the poor man
who fell among thieves, the priest and
the Levlte who passed by on the other side
nd the Samaritan who came to his help
there were many who were themselces
of the family of Levi, and of the priestly
class. When the story-teller drew, true
to life, the haughty Indifference and cra
ven selfishness of those whose honor and
office it was to serve their people, many
of his hearers must have winced.
The narrator went even further,
noi'qt a"iiio o jo u jEinDii-tBd .ire
The story would have lost Its point had
It been any three chance men who came
along by the roadside where the waylaid
traveler was lying, and, by the way, that
steep road from Jerusalem, down to Jer
icho is still a dangerous passing for the
traveler. The point was that the best
people of Jewry had failed in this time
of testing. They proved to be not true
brothers to the men who had real claim
upon them. Any Jew had a right to de
mand assistance from another Jew. hut
most of all from a member of the minis
tering tribe of Levi. Yet in the test
these fell short.
Daringly Jesus Introduced a Samari
tan, one of the hated outcasts with whom
Jews had no dealings, and made him
the hero of the story- mow tnose aevout
Jews probably cursed In their beards as
thus the rabbi mocked them! The Jew
In distress had no special claim upon
this Samaritan. Yet it was the Samari
tn who proved himself of better heart
than the teachers of the law who had
passed by the unfortunate one. The Im
plication was clear and biting. The man
who does the deed is better than the
man who only names the name. Correct
creed cannot cover improper practices.
The most orthodox Christian Is most
reprehensible If his conduct Is selfish
or cowardly. The Jewish officials fell
short; the alien Samaritan rang true to
the hour's test.
A Highway Robbery.
As this parable is a picture of life, we
must face the dark side of the story.
Still the world's highway is infested with
thieves and robbers. Selfish men, un
scrupulous men, evil men, bloody men,
lie In wait all along the world's main
traveled roads. This earth is not yet the
earth it is to be. Avarice, greed, treach
ery and cruelty are more common than.
we like to think.
The traveler must be on his guard
against the foes who would do him hurt.
It Is a mistake to teach that all men
are good and that guilelessness Is suffi
cient armor. Is it not better to save
young men and women from falling Into
the hands of evil than to save them out
of the clutches of evil? Noble as is the
office of the Good Samaritan there Is a
still nobler. Prevention is better than
rescue. To guard against is wiser than
to save from. Whoever erects safeguards
along the world's highway and makes
safer the route for unwary feet, is doing
a better work for his neighbor than even
that of the Good Samaritan. Society Is
is slowly learning that it is wiser and
cheaper to prevent criminality rather
than to punish it.
Froud Prelates.
When ecclesiastic correctness comes to
take the place of humility, mercy and
Justice, there is need for some new
prophet to arise, Christ-like, to declare
that the leaders of the blind have them
selves become blind. Doctrinal sound
ness is heresy if accompanied by love
lessness in conduct. The bitter prosecu
tor of the man whose standards do not
conform to the conventional, may be
as wrong as the man whom he arraigns.
When the church begins to draw her
clean robes of self-sufficiency about her
self in complacency, then she Is reveal
ing a stain of sin too deep to hide.
The old, old warning of the kindly
visaged young teacher of fearless mien
and blazing eye, "Beware of the leaven
of the Pharisees," needs to be sounded
in trumpet tones, day after day. into the
ears of a rich and powerful church.
There is constant danger that while the
world's smitten ones lie suffering, the
church, with head erect and conscious
of ner dignity, will pass by on the other
side. We need not overlook the fact
that the church is the best helper of
mankind, to see that she is still, never
theless, in constant danger of failing to
face and meet the acute social problems
of the times. In Cooper Union, in New
York City, at those great Sunday night
meetings the name of Jesus is cheered,
and the name of the church is received in
ominous silence or else with evidence of
disfavor and resentment. While many
leaders of the church are concerning
themselves with little questions, the big
gest problem of all that of serving so
ciety in its dire need goes unheeded. If
the church is to obey her master she
must be a good neighbor to the whole
world.
What Makes a Neighbor?
The lawyer's question, which he
thought was a poser, was, "Who is my
neighbor?" Propinquity and affinity do
not alone make neighbors. A man a
thousand miles away may be nearer me
in spirit than the man who occupies the
house next door. I may be a closer
neighbor to somebody in China than to
a man who sits at the same table with
me. Furthermore, the man at the end
of the earth may have needs which I
can meet, as the man closest to me has
not. Whoever it is possible to serve, by
any means, is a real neighbor and the
obligation to help him rests squarely
upon us.
Yet the practical meaning is not to be
spiritualized out of this practical parable.
The person nighest us. who has any sort
of need, has first claim upon us. The
man who is giving liberally to missions
In India, and yet letting his trash pile
offends the eye of the dwellers next door
Friendship at Its Best
Terse Comment Upon the Uniform Prayermeeting
Topic of the Young People's Societies. 9
BY "WILLIAM T. ELLIS.
JBSU3 was a faithful friend. His loy
alty to those whom he loved never
wavered. They might reject, spurn and
betray him, but he whs a fjriend who loved
at all times. May we not meditate long
upon the example of the model man in
this respect? Our friendships, which are
God's best gifts to us. outside of his own
love, would be mora noble and strong and
helpful if we could learn Christ's lesson
of loyalty.
The best staff for life's pilgrimage is a
true friend.
Only in the realm of afection do wo
come to understand God. He is revealed
to us by love the love of his Son and
all the holy earthly loves which he sends
into our lives. "Every one that loveth
. . . knoweth God." "When we take to
our hearts a real friend we find that we
have not only gained a friend, but also
a new and wonderful conception of God,
whose other name is love.
Better one friend than a thousand ad
mirers. A friend is the best fortune. He alone
owns the riches of life who has a strong,
true, loving friend. And without such a
friend there can only be poverty, though
coffers be filled to bursting and every
material wish be gratified. We only live
when we love.
Jealousy is a canker in friendship's
heart.
t
Would you know whether you are a true
friend to him to whom you have professed
affection? Here are the standards: A
friend suffereth long and is kind; a friend
envieth not; a friend vaunteth not him
self; a friend seeketh not his own; a
friend is not easily provoked ; a friend
thlnketh no evil.
Unselfishness is the price which must be
paid for true friendship.
There is a difference between compan
ionship and communion. Judas had com
panionship with Jesus: John had commun
ion. Two bodies may walk life's way
side by side and yet their epirits be miles
News and Notes
Among the 80.000 negroes In New York
City there are 53 Protestant churches.
A National Federation of Boys' Clubs
with headquarters in Boston has just been
organized Jacob A. RIls is its president.
A first-class armored cruiser has recent
ly been launched by the French govern
ment bearing the name of the theologian,
Ernest Renan.
Rev. Sabine Baring Gould, author of the
hymn. "Onward. Christian Soldiers." died
recently on board a steamer en route for
South Africa.
The British Home Office is releasing
from prison and turning over to the Sal
vation Army each year an increasing
number of transgressors.
No less than 124,000.000 Mohammedans
are under the rule of GreaJ Britain, Hol
land and France, while 250.000 in the Phil
ippines are directly related to the United
States.
The President and Secretary of War
have issued orders that a Young Men's
Christian Association be established at
the Iethmus of Panama for the benefit of
the corps of engineers, superintendents
and Government clerks.
Representative men among English Ro
man Catholics, Anglicans and Free
Churchmen met recently in Westminster
Cathedral, at the call of the Archbishop
of Canterbury, to plan for the preservation
and defense of Sunday as a day of rest
and worship.
Six thousand dollars have been paid to
the American Consul by the Viceroy of
Canton for the destruction of mission
buildings and personal property at Lien
chou last October, when five American
Presbyterian missionaries lost their lives
at the hands of a mob.
The inventories required under the new
law in France have brought to light some
curious problems of anatomy created by
the "relic" custom of the Roman Cathode
Church. Eight arms of St. Basllius have
been produced, while St. James has 13
arms in France, ae well as others in
Italy and Spain and other Roman Catholic
countries.
A revival In Norway similar to the one
In Wales has affected all classes with the
exception of the most aristocratic. It is
said that this country has not known such
has something still to learn about the
royal law of neighborliness So has the
woman who pounds her piano into all
hours of the night, to the hurt of the
sensitive nerves of her neighbor across
the street, even though she be practic
ing for a church performance. It is not
all of neighborliness to work hard for
civic betterment and yet let your chick
ens infest your neighbor's garden patch.
A good neighbor does not let the snow
lie on his own sidewalk while he writes
articles about municipal good govern
ment. Considerateness and delicate sym
pathy are the first ingredients of true
neighborliness, and these are but extracts
of the essence of love.
Making the Neighborhood Bigger.
Joseph Cook said that the 19th century
had made the world one neighborhood,
but the 20th century would make it one
brotherhood. Certainly men's neighbor
hood conceptions are enlarging. The
blackman's woes on the Congo are stir
ring the heart of civilization everywhere.
The needs of Jack Tar in the big port
cities of the earth are setting many di
verse agencies to work for his service.
The llvyeres of Labrador have had their
claims upon the neighborliness of two
continents freely recognized. It is a mat
ter of simple record that the gospel of
Jesus is elevating and enlarging men's
conceptions of life's relationships and ob
ligations. There never were so many
people who felt the whole world as their
particular burden as there are today.
It is the neighborly laws of Jesus which
in its outworkings, is making mankind
over. Read what Captain Cook said
about the Society Islands as he found
them in their" beastlality and then read
about those islands today as transformed
by missions Life is safest and happiest
where the gospel is most truly practiced.
I was talking a few evenings ago with
a tpotorman on the front end of a trol
ley car, when he said, "Take Christianity
away from this town, and I move out by
the next train." The best of realms is
that where Christ's sway is freely recog
nized. The friends of Jesus are the best
friends of the world. It is impossible
to get close to him without getting closer
to all one's fellow men. The cosmopoli
tan, catholic and comprehensive help
fulness of the day is undoubtedly a de
velopment of the master's law of neigh
borliness. Men have heard his command
to the confuted lawyer, "Go thou and
do likewise," and are proving their faith
in God by their works for their fellow
men.
apart. Two uncongenial n: may be re
quired to live and work in each other's
presence constantly. That Is a compan
ionship without communion. But each of
these men may have a friend, hundreds
of miles distant, with whom his heart is
in sympathy. That is communion without
companshlon. The Christian's privilege le
a higher, sweeter one than mere associa
tion with Christ; it is life in Christ.
'
The friend whom adversity drives away
never was a friend.
'
"Greater love hath no man than this.
that a man lay down his life for his
friends," and yet lesoer love than this does
not constitute friendship.
There is a Friend that sticketh closer
than a brother, and whose love is strong
as death. Never did friendship have to
undergo greater testing than his. The
offering that he made on love's altar was
more than life itself. That friertd is
Jesus Christ, who stands today at the
door of every heart, pleading for admit
tance as a frienU. Until we let him in we
shall never know love in its fullness.
One of those striking phrases with which
the Old Testament abounds is this, "Thy
friCnd. which is as thine own soul." There
could scarcely be a better definition of a
friend. Unless the elected one is m you
as your own soul, or more, you are not a
true friend.
Friends are meant to help one another.
True friendship is edifying it builds the
friends up into the noblest lives and makes
of them their best selves. Selfishness, lust
and vulgarity drag down, but love always
builds up.
Our friends are either weights or wings.
It is a peculiai and significant fact that
the highest friendship cannot exist outside
of religion. "We love, because he first
loved us." The two friends worthy to be
true friends must both be taught in the
school cf Christ, for anything lower than
his Ideals makes the sublimest friendship
impossible. And unless Christ be the
common meeting ground and deepest bond
j)f interest there must be irritating and
destructive limitations to a friendship. To
become worthy of the best friend, make
yourself a friend of Jesus.
From Everywhere
a revival for 100 years, resulting, as in
Wales, in the payment of old debts, the
signing of pledges, and a purer moral at
mosphere. Mr. Lunde, the leader. Is said
to resemble Evan Roberts in his manner
of working among men.
Seven Sentence Sermons
To ease another's heartache is to forget
one's own. Abraham Lincoln.
There is no wind but eoweth seeds
Of a more true and open life.
Which bursts unlooked-for into high
souled deeds,
With wayside beauty rife. Lowell.
Never step over one duty to perform
another. Anon. '
Where love is there is no toil. Bernard.
He who is truthful, just, merciful, kind
ly, does his duty to his race and fulfills
his great end in creation, no matter
whether the rays of his life are not vis
ibly beheld beyond the walls of his house
hold or whether they strike the ends of
the earth. Lord Lytton.
I used no ambition to commend my
deeds ;
The deeds themselves, though mute, spoke
loud the doer. Milton.
Fathfulness is thine and reverence is
thine; who then can rob thee of these
things? Who can hinder thee to use them
If not thyself ? Epictetus.
Leather Shoes Cause of Ills.
Corr. The North American.
The writer is an iconoclast in so far as
advocating the breaking of images that
are inimical to public health and com
fort. I believe many of the ills of hu
manity are due to leather shoes, which,
I aver, are unhygenic and tend to the ill
health of those who wear them.
Why can we not return to the cloth
shoes of our grandfathers and grand
mothers, particularly as the leather trust
is running the price up on leather?
The leather shoe is a nasty thing at
best, being made from the dead flesh
of animals, that goes through various
sickening processes before it becomes
ready for use as footwear.
Leather shoes prevent the free circula
tion of air at a part of the body which
has the largest pores, and where perspir
ation most freely flows. We all know
how promptly a hot-water foot bath re
lieves a congestion of the head, and a
plaster on the soles of the feet is almost
an Instantaneous relief for rheumatism.
This goes to show that nature never
intended that this part of the body should
be confined in an almost air-tight re
ceptacle. Why do not some of our progressive
business men establish another kind of
footgear than leather? There's money in
producing a shoe which will make an ap
peal for cleanliness a.jid health. Such a
reform might work wonders along many
lines. A healthy foot might mean a
healthy brain. Healthy brains mean bet
ter morals and high civilization.
New Stars in
the Flag
Joint Board Will Decide Upon
Its Location.
In anticipation of the admission of Okla
homa to the union of states, the joitn
board, composed of -high-ranking officers
of the Army and Navy, with Admiral
Dewey as chairman, has been officially
called on to consider a rearrangement of
the stars in the field of the United States
flag necessitated by the increase in the
number of states from 45, to 46.
The 45 stars are now arranged in the
flag in six rows, the first, third and fifth
rows having eight stars and the second,
fourth and sixth rows seven stars, as fol
lows: Officers of the quartermaster's depart
ment of the Army and of the Naval Bu
reau of Equinjnent were recently called
on to consider a rearrangement of this
design to provide for the additional star
in honor of Oklahoma. It was found that
the addition could be readily made by a
slight alteration without materially
changing the general design. It was re
ported that there were three ways of
providing for the 46 stars in six rows.
One plan suggested put eight stars in the
first, third, fourth and sixth rows and
seven stars In the second and fifth
rows. Another plan put seven stars in the
first and sixth rows and eight stars in
the second, third, fourth and fifth rows.
The third plan put eight stars in the
first, second, fifth and sixth rows and
seven stars in the third and fourth rows.
Although the Army quartermasters ex
pressed no preference in these plans, the
Nalval officers were almost unanimous in
faror of the adoption of the arrangement
of stars according to the plan first men
tioned. If that plan is adopted the stars
in the new flag will be arranged accord
ing to the following scheme:
The existing arrangement of the stars
has obtained since July 4, 1896. on which"
date a star was added to the flag in
honor of the admission of Utah to the
union of states in the preceding March.
Under the law the star Is added on the
4th of July following the admission of
the State which it represents, and not
on the exact date of the admission of the
State. That is why it will not be proper
to add the star for Oklahoma before the
next 4th of July.
All the papers bearing on the subject of
the rearrangement of the stars in the flag,
including official reports and suggestions
and designs submitted by citizens, have
been referred to the joint board. That
board will be given ample time to con
sider the matter and there is no doubt its
recommendation will be adopted by the
President and carried into effect.
LOSES TOOTH, SAVES JOB
Wichita Man Swears Off for Good
After His Experience.
Wichita Eagle.
One Wichita man has sworn oft and
sworn off with a vengeance. And no
one will be surprised on hearing his
story. "Tanking up" one day last
week he "butted into" his employer on
East Douglas avenue. "Well, now,
what's the matter with you?" asked
the employer, as the "half shot" work
man brought his hand to his right
chesSc wich a ludicrously agonizing
expression on his face.
"Got an awful toothache!" answered
the laborer, who like most intoxicated
ones, had but one idea, that of disguis
ing his condition. The employer looked
at him critically for a moment. What
he mentally decided the employe
doesn't know to this day, but he will
never forget the terribleness of his
next words: "Well, come with me and
we will have it pulled out." John Bar
leycorn had left enough pride in him
to despise the entrapped liar, and he
Immediately decided to be "game" and
"stay" until the distracting finish.
Witlraut question the dentist tok
his forceps and, being directed to oje
of the molars as the one that ached,
he swung on, then around, then up and
down and finally, with a swing of his
body which all but landed him on the
floor, extracted the fine, large, 'sound
tooth. When the employe quit bleed
ing, about three hours after, he took
the pledge.
Preparing His Trousseau.
Sam Bernard included this in his re
marks at a wedding breakfast in New
York:
"I am glad to see here a luxury to
which all brides and bridegrooms are not
accustomed.
"I, for instance, called one day in June
upon the dear old lady who did my wash
ing and Ironing.
" 'Where is your son this morning. Mrs.
Smith?' I said. 'I don't see him around.
I hope he isn't HIT
" 'Oh. no,' said the old lady. 'He's to
be married tomorrow and he's upstairs in
bed while I wash out his trousseau.' "
Visitor From Another World.
Chicago Record-Herald.
A laborer in New Jersey In excavating
for a monument in a cemetery, dug up a
meteor fragment weighing 25 pounds.
It seemed to be composed of fused min
erals, glass, stone and steel. It also con
tained a mixture of various colored
stones intermingled through the other
wise gray mass.
FAMED OREGON ORCHARD
BY ANNE SHANNON MONROE.
T'S a perfect shame for Clara to
I farm; she ought to be doing
P brain work!" So spoke one of
this young woman farmer's old school
friends, remembering her record when
they both were at high school together,
and Clara always led the class; remem
bering her assistance to her late father
in conducting the large business: of
the Webb Safe, and Lock Company; re
membering her active part in religious
matters and her able work as assist
ant pastor of one of Portland's largest
and most progressive churches; remem
bering, also, that she was commonly
accorded "a rich man's daughter," thus
not prodded on by the need to work
at anything not dictated by desire. .
Yes, surely, with such a good record
and such opportunities for different
lines of work. It was Indeed strange
that she should take to farming.
But perhaps this was only a Sum
mer's holiday, a rest from the "brain
work" of "Winter months. Perhaps she
was just playing at farming. To see
tor myself, I took the early morning
Estacada car for Gresham, and an
hour later was waiting on the Gresham
platform for the rig which she had
promised by phone woirid meet me
frcm the Webb farm two and one-half
miles distant. No rig was in sight. I
started down the old Base Line road,
meaning to walk over to the farm,
but in a few moments met the rig
and the young woman.
She quickly drew rein, turned the
horse and called to me to get in. I
was surprised to see a fair, blue-eyed
young woman of the college-girl type,
apparently not a day over twenty.
"1 am so sorry to be late," she said,
"but you see I had a strike among my
cherry sorters, and I had to settle it,
which delayed me. There was no one
else to send, as the haying is crowd
ing the cherry-picking so closely that
I can't spare a hand."
"A strike!" I exclaimed. "That must
be troublesome."
"We compromised the matter," she
said briskly. "They are only boys, and
ihey do not reason correctly about
their work. Last year we paid them
a little more than I am paying them
this year, but we had a rainy season
last year and the cherries were cracked
and otherwise damaged. That made
the sorting a difficult job. This year
there Is hardly a cracked cherry to be
found; they have only to separate those
with stems from those without, which
is rapid and easy work. They get 10
cents a box as it is, and the rapid ones
can sort 22 boxes a day. Not bad pay
for boys, is It?"
"Do you generally have much trouble
with your help?" I asked.
"Not now," she answered, with a
laugh. "At first the' hands and the
farmers thought it was absurd for a
woman and a city woman at that
to boss a ranch, and they did not take
to the idea very gracefully. But now
they've come around, and they treat
me witn tne greatest respect. iwy
hands are faithful, but a farm, like
everything else, needs a head."
I was beginning to 3ee that this
farm had one, and a very clever one,
too. . '
We were approaching the broad
Webb acres 180 in all and I noticed
that the young farmer eyed her fields
closely.
"I used land plaster to hold my hay
back," she explained, a slight tone of
anxiety in her voice. "The haying
comes so close onto the cherry crop
that we must hold it back, as long as
possible. Right now everything must
give way to cherries, but they will be
finished in a few days, and then the
haying will begin in full force. Yes,
that hay will hold' all right. I was
out in the field early this morning ex
amining It. But in this hot sun it ma
tures very rapidly." .
We entered a long, beautiful drive
way, across the far end of which was
the farmhouse, a great white pile,
flanked tt the left with a magnificent
grove of fir trees, many of them 150
and 200 feet high, and to the right
with the famous Lambert cherry or
chard, cherries from which carried off
first prizes at the Pan-American and
the Lewis and Clark fairs, and brought
to their grower both loving-cup prizes
at the recent horticultural fair held
at Salem. This cherry gold mine cov
ers only 10 acres, but it comprises 1200
trees, all of the Lambert variety.
"That probably seems to you like a good
many trees for the ground covered," ex
plained Miss Webb. "But cherry trees,
you know, grow straight up; the limbs
do not spread like those of the apple and
other fruit trees. That Is the reason we
can plant them so closely together."
I inquired what the little pasteboard
taps meant they were attached to the
first tree of each row.
"I have Jap pickers," she explained,
"and I gave each one a number and a
row. His number is attached to the first
tree of his row, and when I go out to
look over the work if I find a tree not
closely picked I know who Is to blame,
and he has his work to do over again. A
great many cherries would be wasted,
otherwise."
"Do you have any trouble with the
Japs?" I inquired.
"Not now." she answered. "They took
the contract ten of them to pick all the
cherries at 1 cents a pound. They read
ily agreed to this price, and started in to
work; in fact, their readiness suggested
something wrong, for usually a Jap does
a lot of bargaining before he comes to
an agreement. It occurred to me that
their plan was to get nicely started and
then strike for higher pay. Of couse I
would be at their mercy in such an event,
as a cherry crop delayed in the picking
means a heavy loss. So I drafted a con
tract and had every Jap come to the
house and sign it. JThey objected most
energetically, which shows plainly enough
what they had in mind. ' A Jap. you
know, has the utmost respect for his sig
nature, and if he makes a written con
tract he will not break it. His word is
not so good."
We had now reached the house and
alighted at the door amidst the greatest
profusion of Oregon roses, that clam
bored over the porches and reared their
stately heads from the tops of small,
sturdy rose trees along the walks and
drives. In the work of developing this
representative Oregon fruit ranch noth
ing seems to have been lost sight of that
would add to the beauty, comfort and
general attractiveness of a country home.
All the natural resources of this myriad
gifted Northwest have been utilized. The
house, inside, prove4 as attractive. With
its great airy rooms, wide hearth and ar
tistic furnishings, as the outside had led
me to expect.
After meeting the other members of
the family, Miss Webb's two aunts, one
of whom lives there permanently, we
started out to inspect the ranch under
Miss Webb's guidance.
In a big Mexican hat, stout shoes and
short canvas skirt, the young farmer led
MANAGED BY A WOMAN
the way over fields, through orchards and
down to where the handsome Lincoln
sheep were grazing in their pasture, to
the fat Berkshire hogs rooting around in
apparent contentment in a great grove
of fir trees, to the Jersey cows, lazy
eyed and luxuriant, knee-deep In clover;
to the blooded horses, with heads in air.
quick of eye and keen of limb all evi
dently accustomed to these visits from
their mistress, who produced sugar lumps
for this horse, a sweet apple for that
one, and a bunch of pea vines for Pansy,
a pet Jersey cow. not forgetting to call
gaily to the dogs that jumped and bound
ed about her all the way.
Jack, a handsome black horse, followed
clear across the pasture, his nose close to
her shoulder, and when she closed the
bars between them, he stood at the gate
looking longingly after her. Then there
was the old apple orchard to be visited,
the only old thing on the place excepting
the groves of giant firs; this orchard
was a part of the ranch when Miss
Webb's father purchased, it seven years
ago, and the only part in cultivation at
the time. It is said to be 25 years old
one of the landmarks of Oregon. We
also had pointed out to us the old emi
grant road which passed through the
Webb farm, traces of which are still un
disturbed; a field where "Pheasant shoot
ing Is fine." Miss Webb says; and the
natural springs, a number of which gush
and gurgle clear and sparkling from the
ground, the water being conveyed through
a system of pipe lines to every part' of
the farm. Everj' field has its faucet, and
fresh, cool, clear, ice-cold spring water
is to be had In easy reach of man or
beast.
The farm, as Miss Webb explained, is
divided into ten-ficre tracts, each tract
being devoted to a certain purpose fruit,
pasture, grain, hay, stock, etc. Good
board fences and easy-moving gates en
close It. The idea that dominates the
Webb farm is to produce only the very
best of each product. A common hog,
'Miss Webb explained, takes up as much
room, requires as much care, and eats as
much food as the finest bred hog in the
land; the Webb hogs are from the cele
brated Hood Farm of Lowell, Mass. The
same principle is ' evident In the pres
ence of only the purest blooded cows,
sheep and horses.
The cherry orchard was a revelation.
There is not an inferior tree on the place.
Standing underneath an unpicked tree,
and gazing up into the limbs, one saw
branch after branch completely covered
with a black, gleamtttg mass of rich, ripe-to-bursting
fruit, each cherry seeming to
dispute with Its neighbor for space suf
ficient to attach its fragile stem. The
cherries actually clustered the en
tire length of the bending branches like
grapes on their stems, Jnd so large are
the individual cherries that in packing
them facing them. Miss Webb called It
eight crowd the short side of half a box,
and nine, the long side. Three layers,
which filled a box, make it difficult to
close the lid. In New York the finest
grade of cherries that appear on the mar
ket fill the same-sized boxes, nine on the
short side, and .ten on the long. The
Lambert's, Miss Webb's specialty, meas
ure SVi inches in circumference.
This orchard is only seven years old,
and has been bearing in paying quantities
since its third year. Last year seven
tons of cherries were marketed, and this
year the crop will be between ten and 12
tons. When it is remembered that every
cherry sold from the place brings a fancy
price, that none goes to the canners, but
to the most expensive markets in the
Northwest, retailing at from 15 to 20 cents
a pound, the gain in giving ground room
to the best variety exclusively is readily
apparent. It is said that the farm yields
from 40 to 50 per cent on the invest
ment. Many visitors at the Horticultural Fair
in Salem placed orders with Miss Webb
for ten-pound boxes of cherries to be
shipped to friends in all parts of the East,
New York coming in for a number of or
ders Their idea is to show their friends
PROF. EELLS FINDS
"MARE'S NEST."
(Continued from Page 44.)
when he promptly replied under date of
"American Unitarian Association, Boston,
Mass.. June 18, 1904," as follows: . . .
"Let me say that you are under a mis
apprehension when you think that I need
to be convinced about the mythical char
acter of the Whitman story. I remember
lecturing in the Old South course two
years ago on the 'Acquisition of Oregon.'
In that lcure I was perfectly frank
about the Whitman story. I used it,
just as you use it, as a curious example
of the substituting of a fiction for authen
tic history. I remember pointing out the
reasons for this substitution, and the
way in which the Whitman story has
been worked to get money for denomina
tional institutions. At the same time
I think the story of Whitman's ride has
heroic elements in it, and I bore testimony
to my admiration of the character of the
pioneer missionary. The quality of per
sistence and endurance which his career
reveals is certainly heroic, no matter
what the mission on which he rode. I
am convinced that the journey was un
dertaken simply to protest against the
abandonment of his mission post. He may
have done some good service on the way
in advertising the resources of Oregon
and promoting Immigration, but these
services were Incidental.
"With thanks and cordial greetings,
faithfully yours.
(Signed) "SAMUEL A. ELIOT."
On receipt of this letter I wrote Rev.
M. Eells, July 24, 1904. as follows: . . .
"Am I to understand from your article
in Oregonian of May 31. 1903, that Rev.
Samuel A. Eliot wrote you that he was a
believer in the story that Whitman's ride
was for the purpose of saving Oregon, or
that it did save Oregon or any part of
Oregon to the United States, or that he
ever wrote you that your pamphlet so con
vinced him of Jhe truth of that version
of the origin and purpose of his ride that
in his lecture at the 'Old South' he took
the Whitman side without so much as
saying that there was another side?"
To this Rev. Dr. Myron Bells replied
under date of August 1. 1904. as follows:
. . . "In reply to your question about
Rev. S. A. Eliot, of Boston, I will say
that he never wrote me any letter in
regard to his opinion, ner have I ever said
that he did. What I have said was that
I have a letter written to me by Rev.
Dr. W. H. Co"bb (Librarian), of the Congressional-Library,
of Boston (dated Au
gust 21. 1902) which says" and then he
quotes what he printed in his article in
The Oregonian of May 31, 1903. about Dr.
Eliot's address on Oregon in the Old
South Course, in Boston, as hereinbefore
quoted.
But if the reader will refer to The Ore
gonian of May 31, 1903, he will not find
An Mr. Eells' article therein the least in
timation that he was quoting from a let
ter of ivev. Dr. Cobb, or any other Con
gregational clergyman, about Dr. Eliot's
address, and he will find. Immediately fol
lowing the list of names wherein he had
sandwiched Rev. Dr. S. A. Eliot's name
between those of sundry ardent Congre
gational and Presbyterian doctors of di
vinity, and other more or less prominent
persons of those denominations, the posi
tive and unqualified assertion by Mr. Eells
that "None of these persons wrote to
me because I asked their opinion, but all
the quality of the fruit grown in Oregon.
She gets for such boxes $2.
The process of caring for the cherries
from tree to market is interesting. Th
Japs are in the orchard by 1:30 A, M., and
they pick very carefully into baskets,
taking pains not to separate the cherry
form Its stem. The baskets, when full ar
emptied into 20-pound boxes, and these, la
turn, are carried to the sorters' quarters,
where they are emptied on the long tables
before which sit the boys who do the sort
ing. Each boy has three boxes, placed
like trays, just beneath the table, and ex
tending out in front of It. Rapidly bis
fingers run over the cherries, dropping ths
first ones Into the first box, the stemless
or split ones Into the second, and ths
spoiled and crushed ones Into the third.
The first box is the first grade fruit, the
second box is second grade, and the third
box goes over the fence to the chickens
and hogs. There is an. average of about
one second-grade box to eight first-grade
ones, and one third-grade box to a hun
dred of the others. One might almost say
there is no waste, so small is It.
When the boxes are full, they are car
ried back to a place In the shade, stamped
and nailed up, ready to be hauled to the
city the next morning. Mis Webb was as
handy with hammer and nails as any mad
could be, inspecting each box carefully
before nailing on the cover, to see tbafna
imperfect fruit had gotten in.
Victor Borg. who has been the capably
foreman of the ranch for several years,
is still foreman, but everywhere Miss
Webb went about the place he manifested
an active interest that showed a thorough)
acquaintance with all the details of the
work. She leaves no department of farm
ing wholly to others. When in the hay
field she tookher seat on the mower and
drove the horses to see that the machine
worked smoothly. There seemed to have;
been some little difficulty and atfer driv
ing several yards, she stopped the horses
(three abreast), sprang to the ground and
bent above the knives and levers to ex
amine the mechanism of the .mower. She"
oversees every part of the farm work,
knows what Is to be done, how it must be
done, and how quickly It can be done.
She is watching the potato crop, the con
dition of the barley, the oats, the hay, the
fruit and planting for next year's work
as she goes about the place watching that
the loose ends are kept up. She is the;
real "Bossy Lady." as the Japs call her,
"Like it?" she repeated i'n answer to my
question. "Why, it's the most Interesting
work I ever did in my life. There are new
surprises, fresh discoveries, every day of
the world. No two days are alike. Just
think of being out of doors all day and,
of course. I must know myself by actual
experience how to perform all the duties
on the farm, in order to direct the work
of others. I planted potatoes all one day
when we were rushed, and now 1 know
what problems the planters have to deal
with. Yes, indeed, it's the most fascinat
ing thing in the world to make things
grow, and, then, think of the Money that's
in It!" -.
Everything grows with the rankest lux
uriance in this soil, which crushes and
crumbles under foot In striking contrast
to the hard, cloddy, unyielding soil of
many Eastern farms. No fertilizing is re
quired, and artificial drainage is not nec
essary, the farm being on a beautiful
elevation of land sloping rather abruptly
to the Columbia River, which lies, a sil
very ribbon to the rear. Mount Hood tow
ers, perrenially grand, to the east, a mag
nificent view from the front porth.
As I drove away at the close of a long
day in fields and orchard, I thought of the
young woman who is the presiding genius
of the place of all the kinds of knowledge
she had manifested during one period of
12 hours of her sound judgment and ap
plication of business methods, her study
of the crops her capable management of
each one of the many departments of this
wonderful Oregon farm, and I asked my
self: Is' this not the very highest order
of bralnwork? Is there any other line of
Industry In the world to which brains can
be applied with better results? I could
think of none other.
of them wrote voluntarily because they
had read my ' pamphlet In reply to Pro
fessor Bourne."
When I sent a copy of Mr. Eells' letter:
of August 1. 1904, to Rev. Dr. S. A. Eliot
he replied under date of September 13.
1904. as follows: ... "I am glad you
have traced the origin of the quotation
assigned to me in the Sunday Oregonian
of May 31. 1903. Your discovery of tha
facts in the case is, fear, indicative of:
the methods of Mr. Eells. I am glad that
he has written you definitely, but I never
wrote to him or justilied in any way tha
use of my name In support of his conten
tions. I think my good friend, Dr. Cobb,
allowed his own feelings to color his tes
timony in regard to my address two years)
ago."
SHREWD DAVID HARUM j
Of White House Is Secretary Loebj
Who Trades Horses.
Washington Corr. New York World.
The President was talking about tha
miserable White House stable, which is
built on low ground behind the Whita
Houae, is antiquated and so damp thaC
the horses kept In it are affected. H
said that the condition of the stable is boj
bad that he does not keep his own riding
horses there at all, but boards them at a
private stable.
"You see," said the President. "thst
place is damp and unhealthy. My horse,,
Wyoming, caught cold there and died
The stable has a bad effect on every
horse kept there. They all get the heaves.
Every horse there but one has the heaves
every horse but one, almost shout edj
the President. "Think of that!"
"How many horses are there in the sta
ble. Mr. President?" somebody asked.
"Why, I don't know, but I'll find out,"
and the President punched a button for
Secretary Loeb.
"Loeb," he said, as the secretary came
in, "how many horses are there in the
stables now?"
"Twelve," said Loeb, explaining that
two of them are work horses and two
some other kind, and going through tha
list.
"How many of them have the heaves?'
continued the President.
"One has the heaves," Loeb replied.
"Why, Loeb." said the President, MI
have been telling these men that every
horse there but one has the heaves, and
now you come in here and say only one
of them has the haavs. How do you ex
plain that?"
"But, Mr. President." said the thrifty
Loeb, "I traded off all those with the
heaves for healthy ones."
The President laughed.
"Well," he said, "I guess after this no
body can say this Administration is not
run on business principles.'
Device to Cool a Slck-Room.
Exchange.
I would like to suggest through your
paper to the thousands who are obliged to
remain in town during the hot weather
especially to those caring for the sick
my plan for cooling the sick room. I
place a pad made of a folded piece of oldt
blanket on the stone ledge of the win
dow (which the sun keeps very hot), and
keep It wet all day. The rapid evapora
tion keeps the stone perfectly cold, and
the air passing over It U perceptibly
cooled ,and gives much relief to the in
valid.