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ROFESSOR.
I OVV about him. eh? the two-spot
of clubs In billiard cloth and but
tons at the door. There's no
tellin' w.iat the studio '11 have next
maybe a sidewalk canopy and a car
riage caller. Swifty Joe's gettin' am
bitious. Me gettin' mixed up with that
Newport push has gone to Swifty's head
like a four-line notice does to the pom
padour of a second -row chorus girl.
First oft he says it's a shame I don't
have a valet.
"Say," says I. "don't It keep me busy
enough remindin you that I'm still able
to wear my own clothes, without put
tin' on an extra hand?"
But after this last stunt he broke
out again; so we compromised on Con
So. I. thought Swifty'd had him made
to order, uniform and all; but he says
he found him, just as he stands, doin'
the stray act over on Sixth-avenue.
He'd come up from New Orleans with
a fortune-teilin' gent that had got him
self pinched for doing a little voodoo
turn on the side, and as Congo didn't
have much left but his appetite. I
put him on the pay-roll at two per
and found. And say. I'm stung at that.
To look at him you'd think a ham sand
wich would run him over; but he's got
a capacity like a s'iplifter's pocket.
For three days I tried .to feed him up
on the retail plan, and then I let out
the contract to a free-lunch supply con
cern. '
Sure, it vcs the joint kind of a
swell look, bavin' him on the door, and
if it didn t act the same on Swifty's
head I wouldn't kick.
On the dead, now. I don't care so
much about loomin' up in the picture.
There's them that it suits down to
the ground, and that shows up well In
front: and then again,, there's a lot of
people gets the spotlight on 'em con
tinual who d he better off in the shade.
I'm a top-gallery boy. by rights, and
that's where you'll find me most of
the time; but now and then I get
dragged down into the wings with a
note. Tes. yes, I'm just back arter one
of them excursions.
You see. after we'd shunted Sadie's
Baron back onto the goulasn circuit,
whore he belonged, and Sadie and
Pinckney had got over their merry fit
and skipped off to wake up another
crowd of time assassinators, at Rcjeky
wold, or some such place as that. I
savs to myself. "Shorty." says I. 'you
stick to the physical culture game and
whittle out the by-plays."
That's Just what 1 was doin". too,
when an A. 1. T. shows up with a
prepaid josli from Pinckney, givin' me
a special invite to run out and help
'em celebrate.
"Any comeback?" says the boy.
"No, sonny," says 1; "you can cut
the wire "
Say, Pinckney means all right, and
he's done me some good turns; but that
don't put me in his class, does'it? Nay,
nav! swys 1. Here's one dinner party
that 1 ducks. And with that I gets
busy on one of my reg'lars who's being
trained to go against two months of
foreign cookin'. I hadn't more'n fin
ished with him, though, when there
comes' another yellow envelop. This
on was from Sadie, and it wa3 a hurry
call. She didn't say much; but I could
see heel prints of trouble all over It.
"Mfl for Rockywold.'" says I, chuck
ing a collar in a suitcase and grab
bin' a timetable off the rack.
Yes. that was different. Maybe I'm
a jay to cast myself for any such part;
but since Sadie an' me had that little
reunion, I've kind of felt that sooner
or later she might be let In for a mix
up where I'd come in handy, and when
It was pulled off I wanted to be with
in hail.
Course, I wasn't layln" out no hero
act; like showin' up with a can of gaso
lene Just as the tank ran dry, or battin'
the block off n a villyun in a dress
suit. I was just willin' to hang around
on the edges and make myself useful
generally. Not that I'm follow' the
she-male protectin' business regular.
But with Bade it's another tiling. We
used to play in the same alley, you
know; and she don't forget It, even if
she hns come into a bunch of green
money as big as a haystack. '
She was on hand when I dropped off
the smoker, slttin' In the Rockywold
station rig and lookin' for me with
both eyes. And sar. what a difference
It makes to clothes who wears 'em!
" "It's bully of you to come. Shorty,"
says she.
"Oh. I don't know." says I. "I guess
irood judges wouldn't call It a medal
play. What's loose?"
"Buddy," says she.
For a minute I was lost, until she
asks if I don't remember the young
ster. "Oh. sure!" says I. "That kid
CONVERSATIONS WITH A SPORT
up more brackets against your hitters of
the mollycoddle age than he could ever
pull off in the old days of bluff. So it
will take a thundering lot of cast iron
proofs to shove it into me that the game
is any better today than It was 15 year
ago.
"In the old days a guy had to be there
with the grit and nerve to stick in the
game. He had the bluff handed to him
so blamed strong that if he wasn't there
with the same brand of goods he was
mighty glad to chase himself back to the
wheat belt. Why, McGraw. Kid Gleason.
Jennings and that old Baltimore bunch
used to sit in front of the clubhouse and
file their apikes where the visiting play--ers
could see them. then, as the other
guys came out, they'd hand them some
thing like this: 'You'd better look out for
us today.' 'When I come down your way
you want to give me a clear track and
not get in the way. Now, that bunch
never hurt any more players than any
other team, but you can take It from me
that little by-play before the game and
the monumental bluff they hung up as
they kated into a bag copped many
a game for that bunch.
"But you can take my tip that if that
bunch would trot out on the lot today
and pull off some of their old stunts, half
of them would be run in for rowdy con
duct, snd the whole blamed outfit would
be suspended for conduct unbecoming a
ballplayer and a gentleman. In place of
handing It to them for being the great
est aggregation of ballplayers ever gath
ered together under one tent, as the pa
pers did In those days, they would be
roasted as a bunch of thugs In this molly
coddle age. Why. McGraw can'i even
shove himself onto the coaching lines now
without having an editorial printed about
rowdy ballplaying in all the leading pa
pers of the universe, and they chase Jen
nings and Kid Gleason into their street
. clothes every time they show their mugs
' off the players' bench."
"Well." interjected the manager. "Isn't
it taking a step forward to suppress the
rowdy element In any public entertain
ment?" "Rowdy element? Yes." replied the
Old Sport. "But let me tell you that the
rowdy element are" the weakkneed dubs
who haven't self-control-enough to stand
In the face of a stiff bluff without jump
ing their governor-belt. Take it from
me, you never see the guy who is hand
ing out the bluff starting a row. It's al
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Say, he had a lot of language corked up In him.
brother of yours, with the eight-karat
ringlets and a girly kind of face? The
Sisters used to dress him up in a Faun
tleroy suit for the parochial school fair
and make him look like a picture of an
Easter card. Nice cute little chap, eh?"
"He was cute once ten or twelve
years ago," says Sadie. "He isn't as
cute as hewas. He doesn't wear ring
lets now he likes rings better. And
that's why I had to send for you.
Shorty. I couldn't tell any dne else.
Oh, the little wretch! If It wasn't for
mother I'd cure him of a lot of things."
Well, we had some family history
on the way out. beginnln' with the
way Buddy'd been spoiled at home,
takin' in a few of the scrapes Sadie
had helped him out of, and endln' with
his blowin' in at Rockywold without
waitin' for a bid from any one. Seems
he'd separated himself from the last
stake Sadie had handed out nothln'
new, same old fool game and now he
wanted a refill, Just as a loan, until he
could play a tip he'd got from a gent
he'd met in a beanery.
"And I just wouldn't stand for that,"
says Sadie. "Those bookmakers are
nothing but swindlers,, anyway. I
know, because I bet ten dollars on a
race once, and didn't win."
Say. I had a lithograph of Buddy and
his beanery tip goin' up against an ar
gument like that. Of course, it wa'n't
more'n two minutes before Sadie'd got
her Sullivan up. She ofTered Budytfy
his choice between a railroad ticket
home to . mother, or nothing at all.
Buddy wouldn't arbitrate on those
lines. He said he was a desperate
man, and -that she'd be sorry before
night. Sadie'd heard that before; so
she just laughed and said the steam
car ticket offer would be held open un
til night.
She didn't see anything more of
Buddy for a couple of hours, and then
she caught him as he came up from
the billiard room. Beln' an expert on
such symptoms, she knew why he
talked like his mouth was full of cot
ton; but she couldn't account for the
wad of bills he shook at her. Buddy
could. He'd run across a young Eng
lishman down there who- thought he
could handle a cue. Buddy had bet
hot air against real money, and
trimmed his man.
"That wasn't the worst of It
though," said Sadie. "After I had got
him up to my rooms, he pulled out the
money again, to count it over, and out
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ways the other guy. And this blamed
slush that you call progress and" clean
baseball Is simply a bunch of legislation
to protect the soft-shelled slobs who aro
shy on backbone and self-control. Take
my tip that the guy who ought to be
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legislated out of the public eye is the
dub whose knees begin to shiver like a
dish of gelatin when some tough mug
begins to hand him the' gaff. What we
came a three-inch marquise ring an
opal set with diamonds that I knew
the minute I put my eyes on it. There
were her initials on the Inside, too.
Oh, no one but Mrs. Purdy Pell!"
"Tut, tut!" says I. "You can easy
square It with her." "
"But that's just what I can't do,"
says Sadie. "She loves me about as
much as a tramp likes work. She tells
folks that I make fools of her boys.
Her boys, mind you She claims every
stray man under 25, and when I came
here she had three of them on the
string. Goodness knows, I didn't want
them! They're only Imitation men,
anyway. And it was her ring that
Buddy had in his pocket."
"Maybe he didn't lift It," says I.
Sadie swallowed a bit hard at that;
but she raps out the straight goods.
"Yes, he' lid," says she. "He must
have sneaked it out of her room as he
went down stairs. Think of It! Steal
ing! He's done a lot of foolish things
before; but I didn't think he would
turn out a crook. The Lord knows
where he gets that kind of blood from
not from the Sulllvans, or the Scan
nells, either. But I can't have him put
away. There's mother. And he won't
mind a thing I say. Now, what shall
I do. Shorty?"
"Where's Buddy now?" says I.
"Locked in my clothes closet, with
his hands tied and a gag in his mouth,"
says she. "Oh, I can handle him that
way, big as he is; and I wasn't going
to take any more chances. But it's
likely that Mrs. Pell has missed her
ring by this time and is raising a howl
about it. What's to be done?"
Say, there was a proposition for you!
And me just a plain, everyday mitt
Juggler that don't take thinkin' exer
cises reg'lar. "Guess you've pushed
the wrong button this time,' Sadie,"
says I. "But I'll stay in your corner
till the lights go out. Is anyone else
on ?" v
"Not a soul." says Sadie.
"That's some help." says I. "First
we'll have a little talk with Buddy."
I couldn't see what good that would
jto; but It was up to me to make some
kind of a move.
When they'd landed us under the
porte-cochere yes, you'd call it stop
pin' at the horse block I sails In like
I'd come alone, and hunts up Pinckney.
"What's all this about me bein'
needed up here?" says I "Goin" to
make me Queen of the May?"
want in American sports . Is a blamed
sight more of that 'don't-glve-up-the-ship'
"spirit that Lawrence splattered
through American history tip on the
lakes in the days before the mollycoddle
germ got busy on v the supports of the
Nation. And you can take It from me
that anything which tends to discourage
this spirit and nurse the mollycoddle
germ is a step in the wrong direction.
"No. old man, you can't show me where
there's any progress In smothering the
principles that have a tendency to Inject
nerve and pluck and self-control into
human nature, let the mollycoddle public
yell rowyism till they're blue In the face
if they want to. There's entirely too
blamed many guys who don't see the
connection between the lessons taught In
the rough manly sports and the demands
made upon human nature In the ordinary
walks of life in this old lump of a world.
Let me tell you that John Paul Jones,
that most American of all American
heroes who didn't know when he was
licked over in the English Channel, was
a tough mug In private life who would
have been beneath -the notice of a lot of
your mollycoddles of this progressive age.
And I've got a good strong hunch that a
guy like J ones would pull off about the
same kind of a stunt in business Ufa
that he did on that old raft of his In the
English Channel. Now, I want to hand
you the tip that the tendency of this age
of alleged progress is to bring up a bunch
of kids who are licked before the battle
starts, and largely on account of this
mollycoddle yell about rowdyism and the
rough element."
"Oh." interjected the manager", "I guess
you're strong for the tough mugs."
"No," replied the Old Sport, "but I've
got a mighty strong hunch that there's
a lot of good derived from contact with
the rough element. The guy who has
learned to look a tough mug In the eye
without getting "palpitation of the heart
Isn't going to run up the white flag of
the quitter when he butts into difficulties
In ordinary life. It gives a guy the grit
and nerve to plaster his back up against
a wall and play the string ofl against
all odds that can find room to pile Into
him. Teddy Roosevelt got his by rubbing
Into the rough element on the plains of
the wild and wooly West,
"And let me hand you another tip.
This thing you call progress In baseball
has put the physical condition of the
players on the blink. Here In this age of
progress you're compelled to lug about
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SOCIETY.
"By Jove, Shorty!" says he, "that's
a clever idea. We'll do it." I
"Yes, you will not," says I. "You'll
cut It out. I ain't no wine agent, and
I left me rag doll to home; so If
there's any. funny stunts expected, you
tell 'em I've put on a sub. Oh, sure,
I'll stay to dinner, but as for leadtn'
any cotillions, change the card."
He give his word they wouldn't
spring anything' like that on me. and
then he called up a waiter that looked
like a New York Senator in knee pants,
and had him show me up to my quar
ters so I could get me gas light
clothes on before they unlocked the
dinin' room doors. After I'd made a
quick shift I slid over into the, next
wing, followin' directions, and found
Sadie. 1
"Mrs. Pell's on the warpath already,"
saya she. "She's having it out with
her maid now. Come In."
She'd dug Buddy out of the ward
robe and had him propped up In a
corner.
- "Better unstopper him and take oft
the,bandages." says I.
And say. he had a lot of language
corked up inside of him! It wasn't
very sisterly, either, and most of it
would have sounded better at a race
track; but I shut the transom, and mo
tioned to Sadie to let him spiel away,
never chlppln' In a word, only standing
one side and lookin' him over. ,
As far as the outside went, he was
a credit to the family one of these
slim, clean-cut youngsters, with a lot
of curly red hair, pinky-white cheeks,
and a pair of blue eyes that had nine
kinds of deviltry in 'em. I could figure
out how mother might b able not to
see anything but good in Buddy.
Hanged if- I could get very sore on
him myself, and knowln how he'd been
cuttln' up, at that!
."Well," says I, when he'd got out of
breath some, "feel any better, do you?"
"Huh!" says he, givin' me a squint
sideways. "Some cheap skate of a pri
vate detective, eh! You can't scare me
that way, sis. Chase him out."
"Buddy," says I, "give up the rings."
"How'd you know there was more
than one?"
"Give up," says I, holdin' out me
hand.
He did it, like a little man. There
was two besides the marquise; one an
emerald as big as a lima bean, and the
other a solitaire spark that could have
been shoved up for .three or four hun
dred. You see, a woman like Mrs.
Purdy Pell generally has a collection
of those things Iyin' around on her
dressln' table, and I knew If Buddy'd
got any he'd made a haul.
"I'm ashamed of you. Buddy," says I.
"You needn't be." says he. "I guess
you'd do the same if you had a sister
that wanted to see you starve in the
streets. Oh, you needn't screw up
your eyebrows, Sadie. It's so. And if
you don't cough up a thousand and let
me go, I'll swipe anything in sight. I
can stand being pinched if you can af
ford to have me."
Sadie threw up her hands at that, and
began walkin' up and down the room.
"Do you hear that?" says she. "That's
the kind of a brother I've got."
"It's something awful.' says I. "Just
heariii' him talk makes me feel shiv
ery. It beats the band how wicked
some of these cigarette desperadoes do
get. Don't, Buddy, or I'll faint. I
wouldn't dare stay in the room if your
sister wa'n't handy to tie you up again
in case you started to cut loose."
"I've a good notion to push in your
face," says he.
"Don't pay any attention to him.
Shorty," says Sadie.
"I won't," says I; "but I'm scared
stiff."
Just about then, though. Buddy
seemed- to have got a bulletin over
a special wire. He was gazin' at me
with h! mouth open ..and a pucker
between his eyes. "What Shorty?" says
he. "Say, you ain't Shorty McCabe,
are you?"
"Not to you," says I. "I got to draw
the line somewhere, and with bad men
I stands on my dignity. I'm Professor
McCabe, sonny."
"Holy cats!" says he. "Honest, pro
fessor, I didn't mean a word of it. I
take it all back. Why, say, I saw you
when you put out the Kangaroo in
two rounds."
"Then you've had a mighty liberal
education." says I.
"Gee!" says he, lettin1 oft some more
surprise, and bracin" himself back In
the chair like he was afraid of failing
off.
Well, say, I've been rode to my
dressln' room on shoulders, and wel
comed home from fights by mobs with
brass bands; but for a gen-u-lne ova
tion I guess Buddy's little stunt came
as near bein' the real thing as any.
Dewey comin' back from the Philip
pines, or Mr,-Get There Hadley landin'
in St. Louis with the. Standard Oil
25 players around the country In order to
have a full team in condition to Jump
Into the game every day, when in the old
days a manager was blamed lucky to '
have even a few extra pitchers sitting
on the bench. Now a pitcher works one
game a week, and half the twirlers on a
team put their whips on the bum doing
that. You carry two or three extra
catchers, and they take a fit If they have
to work a couple of weeks straight tied
up In pillows, b!g mitts and cages, when
one catcher used to work every game In
his bare hands, and he'd go in on,
crutches if necessary.
"You've got to take your whole bunch
dqwn South now In order to get them In
condition, and they come back with a lot
of bum whips and clear under the tablsi
from overwork. Half the- team is out
from lack of condition. Now, in the
days when ball teams weren't made up
of gymnasium trained athletes, when
they were pulled out of the stone quar
ries and saw mills and had to hustle
back there to earn their pie and cake
through the Winter, the guys who dished
up baseball to the public were never out
of condition. Your educated player from
the knowledge factory who never done a
hard day's work In his life may tone
up the social standing of the game all
right, and your gymnasium trained ath
lete may have social standing and a more
picturesque appearance than the husky
guy who has been earning his bread In
a stone quarry, but take my tip that yoir
can absorb a blamed sight more physical
culture through the butt end of a sledg
hammer in a stone quarry than ever
showed its mug in a gym. And take It
from me that the player who has been'
swinging one of these physical culture
tools In the open air all Winter will put
It all over the guy who has been punchr
ins a wind bag and shooting marbles
in a physical culture emporium.
"No. old man, you can preach prog
ress all you want to to a bunch of these
up-to-date mollycoddle sentimentalists,
but when you come to an old back num-
ber moss-back like me you want to lug
along a bunch of cast iron proofs to
show me, because It's pretty hard for mei
to see it."
Vacant Lots Association.
Kansas City Journal.'
The Philadelphia Vacant Lots Associa
tion, which was organized during the
panic of 1893 as one means of supplying
food and work for families without em
ployment, has since been maintained.
Last year the Investment of 5800 cont
ributed by the friends of the movement,
and the use of vacant and otherwise un
productive land, yielded no less than $54.
000 worth of vegetables and fruit for
worthy and Industrious men and women.
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INCIDENT INVOLVING BORROWED JEWELRY
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"Did I hear my
scalps, wa'n't in it with me bein' dis
covered by Buddy Sullivan. I couldn't
get the key to it then, but I've mapped
It out now. Most of his enthusiasm
was owln' to the fact that ever since
he was lifteen Buddy'd based his claim
to beln' a real sport on my havin' come
from tne same block as he -did.
Anyway, it was a lightning change.
From being a holy terror. Buddy
calmed down to as peaceful a young
gent as you'd want to meet. If I'd
just shake hands with him once and
call It square, he'd follow any pro
gramme I'd a mind to plan out.
"Only don't let her .send me home
to ma." says he. "Suy, they get up at
six in the morning there, and If I
don't crawl down by seven ma lugs
up toast and eggs, and talks to me
like I was a kid."
"Well. where'd you like to be
shipped?" says I.
"Aw, come now, professor." says he.
"You don't have to be told that. There
ain't ""but one plac e where a fellow
like me can really live. You get sis to
put me back on Broadway with a few
hundred in my clothes, and I'll kiss
the Book thai she won't hear from
me for a year."
"But how about this jewelry col
lectin' fad of yours?" says I.
"Ah, I wasn't going to carry It off,"
says he. "I let her see I had It on pur
pose. I'll ba good."
Well, Sadie was wllln' to let it go
at that, and we was just gettin' this
part of the mix-up straightened out
lovely, when there came a suspicious
rap at the door.
"Quick I" says Sadie. "They mustn't
see Buddy, or you either. Shorty!"
So Buddy was pushed Into the closet
again, an. I dodges' behind a. tall
dressln' mirror In the corner.
Then she opens the door, and in
conies a red-eyed girl with lumps in
her throat She said she was Mrs.
Purdy Pell's maid.
"Mrs. Pell's missed some rings," says
she, "and we've been havin' words over
it. I told her there was a suspicious
looking young man in the house that
I'd seen comin' put or your rooms,
awhile ago, and she told me to ask you
If maybe you had missed some things,
too, ma'am."
"Ask Mrs. Pell to step over here for
a minute," says Sadie.
The maid goes out, and then Sadie
comes over to where I am.
"What's doing?" says I to her, after
the maid had left.
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FURNITURE IN ORGON IN .1850
A Glance Over Rockers and Chairs at the Rooms of the Oregon Historical Society.
AMONG the records on file at the
rooms of the Oregon Historical So
ciety at the City Hall, in Portland,
are to be found copies of the Western
Star, a paper published at Milwaukle,
Oregon Territory. In the copy of Novem
ber 21, 1850, is the first advertisement of
the furniture trade by Richmond &
Cleaver, furniture manufacturers. Their
firm was the first to promote this in
dustry in the Oregon Territory. Their
"ad" sets forth, that being located in the
timber, they will be able to furnish ar
ticles in their line at the lowest prices to
be found anywhere in the territory.
Their business continued for some
years, and much of the furniture used by
the early settlers of Oregon Territory
was furnished by this factory. It was
customary at that time for persons desir
ing furniture to leave their orders and
set a time some weeks later when they
would call for them. These articles were
usually carried on the back of the owner
to his humble home many miles away
through the interminable wood and thick
Jungle of the forest primeval.
One of tho chairs made at this factory
can now be seen at the rooms of the
Oregon Historical Society, and is well
preserved, though it was In constant use
for more than 50 years. . There are a
number . of other chairs exhibited here
that were made in Oregon In the early
60's, and some that came around the
Horn that were of earlier origin. There
is -one in particular that was a part of a
set purchased in Philadelphia by Nathan
iel Folsom in 7A. These chairs of early
history were all made by hand, and so
perfectly constructed as to be able to
withstand the ravages of time' much bet
ter than chairs of modern manufacture.
Among the relics is an old rocker, com
monly known to the trade as a "Boston"
rocker, which was made in Portland by
J. B. Garrison in 1S53. Mr. Garrison was
then conducting a factory in that city.
There are a number of other antique
pieces of furniture on exhibition at the
rooms of the society, but none of Oregon
production except chairs, the other ar
ticles having been brought around the
Horn" by some of the early settlers or
traders.
Mr. Cleaver, known throughout the
West as Joe Cleaver, continued the man
ufacture of furniture principally chairs,
for many years after his first venture In
Milwaukie. At one time he had a fac
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cue?" says I.
"I don't know," says Sadie. "I've
got to give that jewelry back to the
silly thing first: then we'll see."
So I handed the trinkets over, and
it wasn't long before Mrs. Pell shows
up. And say, the minute them two
came together the mercury dropped
about thirty degrees. Bein' behind the
glass, I couldn't see any of the bust?
ness, but I could hear the dialogue,
and that was enough.
"Here are your lost rings," says
Sadie.
That's her, every tick of the watch.
If sho was tackled by a gyasticutus,
she'd grab it by the horns.
"Oh!" says Mrs. Pell, gatherin' 'em
in. "And may I ask how it happens
that you have them?" Her voice was
cold and sweet, like a frappe.
"I'll tell you tomorrow," says Sadie.
"I'd rather not wait that long." says
Mrs. Pell. "I prefer to know now."
'Ton ought to be satisfied to get
them hack." says Sadie.
"Perhaps," says Mrs. Pell; "but I'm
just a little curious to know how they
got away. My maid thinks the person
who took them is still In the house."
"If I listened to all the things my
maid says begins Sadie.
"There, are maids and maids," says
Mrs. Pell. "I can trust mine. She saw
the man. Mere than that, Mrs. Dip
worthy, she thinks he is hidden in your
rooms."
"She "must have seen my brother,"
says Sadie, "or Professor McCabe."
"It's quite possible that this is so,"
says Mrs. Pell; "but, nevertheless, I
shall insist on having the officers sent
for."
"Why." says Sadie, "I might have
taken them myself, you know, Just as
a sort of little Joke."
"Indeed!" says Mrs. Pell In a polite
assault-and-battery tone. "Then per
haps you will be willing to confess as
much to the other guests? Will you?"
And that was a facer for Sadie.
She'd been keeping a stiff Hp up to
this, but she came to the scratch wab
bly In her vol!. "You wouldn't want
me to do that, would you?" says sue.
"In Justice to my maid, 1 must," says
Mrs. Pell.
"Well," says Sadie, "if you're mean
enough for that, I suppose 1 "
But, say, I couldn't stay under cover
any longer, with her beln' pushed down
the chute in that style. I was wise
to her game, all right. She meant to
stand np and take all that was comin",
even If It put her down and out. Just
tory at Portland, and in later years at
Baker City, where he died some years
ago. Mr. Cleaver was a splendid work
man, and there are many of his chairs
now in use in Oregon. Besides being a
chairmaker of no mean ability, he was
personally a most interesting character.
Possessed of a splendid memory, he had
a fund of early reminiscences and was a
most delightful conversationalist. I have
spent many pleasant hours an eager lis
tener to his recital of personal recollec
tions and adventure, which was to me In
tensely interesting.
Oregon, by virtue of its natural advan
tages, wood and water-power, and from
Its isolation from any other source of
supply, early encouraged the transform
ing of its resources into a merchantable
product, and thus started an industry
that Is today one of the foremost In the
Northwest.
Following in the path blazed by these
early pioneers and attracted by the op
portunity for a wider development of this
industry, came men who had been
schooled in the workshops of New Eng
land and Europe. From the early history
of the Northwest the trade was continu
ously supplied by local factories until the
advent of the Northern Pacific Railroad
Company, when the cheap rates inaugu
rated by this road made this the dumping
ground for the large Eastern factories,
and for a time threatened the annihilation
of the furniture industry on the Coast.
The large quantities of manufactured fur
niture were dumped on the market at
prices that made It impossible for the
Western factories with less improved ma
chinery and a very much higher wage
scale, to compete.
For a time it looked as though the In
dustry was doomed, and the factories that
up to this time had paid large dividends
to their shareholders were actually run
ning at a loss. But the pluck and energy
of these pioneers came to the rescue.
More modern plants were equipped and
new methods adopted to meet the changed
conditions, so that In the course of a few
years they had regained their old prestige
and finally drove their Eastern rivals
from the field, and have for years held
undisputed the market for such products
as they manufacture. ,
While the original incorporators of
these pioneer Institutions have most of
them passed to the beyond and a number
of these Institutions have ceased to exist,
others have taken their places. The In
dustry has continued to grow, so that to
to keep the hooks off that kid brother
of hers. And me loafln' back of the
ropes with me hands In me pockets!
I'd been a welsher, wouldn't I?
"Did - hear my cue?" says I, steppin'
out Into the limelight.
It was a tableau, for fair. Me and
Mrs. Purdy Pell didn't do anything
but swap looks for a minute of so. I
can't say just how pleased she was;
but I've had better views. She wasn't
any dainty lily of the valley sort. She was
a good deal of a cabbage rose. 1 should
say, and carried more or less weight
for age. She had an arm on her like a
forequarter of 4oef. I don't wonder
that Purdy Pell skipped to Europe and
didn't put in auy answer when the pro
ceeding came up.
"Are you the one?" says she.
"No. he Isn t,"' says Sadie, speakin'
up' brisk, and givin' me a look like
she hoped I could make some sort of
play.
"That's rlff-ht" nv I: "hut It was
me brought your finger sparks back to x
light, ma'am."
"And where did you find them?" says
Mrs. Pell, turnin' the third degree stare
on me.
I puts on a wise look and shakes
me head. "That a professional secret,"
says I, "which 1 can't give up yet."
"Oh. you can't!" says si:e. "This is
Interesting."
And with that she begins to size us
up, one after the other. Oh, she had
us tied to the post, with nothln' to do
but chuck the knives at us. For a
gallery play, it was the punkiest I
ever put up. Here I'd come splashln'
in with bt)th feet, like an amateur
life savel' goin' to the rescue, and I
hadn't done anything but raise the
tide.
Sadie didn't have a word to say. She
was just bitin' her lip. and gettin'
white about the mouth from the mad
in her. Anil say. maybe Her Stoutness
didn't enjoy watchln' us squirm. She
was gettin' even for every look one
of her Willie boys had ever wasted on
Sadie
"We'll see if you two can be induced
to confide your precious secret to the
police." says she. "1 mean to find out
who stole my rings, no matter what
you may ask me to do."
She hadn't more than sent in that
shot before the closet door opens, and
Buddy comes out, bllnkin' like a bat.
"It's all over now, ain't it?" says he.
"It Is now," says I, and looks to see
Mrs. Purdy Pell begin to holler, "Stop,
thi-f !"
But it was a case of being off the
alley again. Say, I'm glad I wasn't
backln' my guesses with good money
that night, or I'd come home with
my pockets wrong side out. Ever see
a ISO-pound fairy, with a double chin,
turn kittenish? That was her.
"Why, Mr. Sullivan!" she gurgles,
throwln' him a chorus girl eoo-goo
glance.
"Hello, Dimples!" says Buddy. "Oh,
they were your rings, were they? Then
it's all right. I Jus.t borrowed 'cm to
scare sister into a cat fit and make
her open up, just for a josh, you
know."
"Why, why!" says Mrs. Pell, lookin'
twisted, "is Mrs. DIpworthy your sis
ter?" "Sure." says Buddy. "But say. Dim
ples, you're the very girl I was want
ing to see most. I've got another sure
thing, good as a title guaranty, for
the Croton stakes, and If you'll back
it for me we'll make a killing. What
do you think about It. eh?"
"Oh, you reckless boy!" says Mrs.
Pell, tapping him on the cheek. "But
you did give me such a lovely tip at
the Aqueduct, and and we'll see.
Come. 1 want to talk to j'ou," and she
put out a wing for him to take.
As they drifted down towards the
terrace Buddy turns and gives us the
sassy wink over his shoulder.
"Looks like we'd lost our Job, Sadie,"
says I.
"The silly old moss asate!" saya
Sadie.
Then I goes down and reports to
Pinckney, and puts in the rest of the
evenin' beln' Introduced as the gent
that set the Baron Patchouli up In the
shoestring business. I felt like I'd
opened a Jackpot on a four-flush; but
Pinckney and the rest seemed to be
having a good time, so I stuck it out.
In the morning Buddy goes along back
to town with me.
"Say, professor," says he. pattin' a
roll of twenties in his trousers pocket.
"I wouldn't pass this along to any one
else, but If you want to connect with
a hatful of easy coin, Just plunge on
Candy Boy."
"That's your beanery tip, is It?" says
I. "Much obliged, Buddy, but I guess
after the bookies get all you and Mrs.
Pell are goin' to throw at 'em, they
won't need mine."
You know what a great moral lesson
I pushed home that time, eh? Candy
Boy wins, heads apart.
day the small beginning started in the
early '60's now represents an investment
of millions and Is not rivaled by any
other industry In point of value of Its
manufactured products or In the number
of its army of skilled workmen. These
receive constant and remunerative em
ployment and have become a large factor
in the growth and upbuilding of the
Northwest.
Among the names that stand out as
mile stones in this enterprise are those of
Hurgren and Shlndler, both of whom are
now dead. They operated the first Im
portant factory in Portland and continued
In business for a number of years until
they burned out In a general conflagra
tion that practically destroyed the busi
ness section of Portland In 1873.
The early factories did not confine their
output to any particular branch of the
business, but aimed to meet all the re
quirements (Of the trade. Including mat
tresses and upholstered furniture. They
so continued until keen competition forced
them to confine themselves to special
lines. This evolution was characteristic
of the early Eastern as well as the West
ern manufacturer. The successful fac
tories of today are those who have limited
the variety of their output. Variety on
account of a limited market was a neces
sity to the early manufacturer, but com
petition has now made a segregation of
products the price of success. This con
dition has made necessary the establish
ment of large jobbing houses, where all
of these products are assembled and aug
mented by additions from Eastern fac
tories, lines not made on the ("oast. In
this way the retail dealer has the advan
tage of a home market, which in point of
assortment Is equal to that of the mast
favored trade condltiflns.
While Oregon has always held her orig
inal prestige as a manufacturer and Job
ber of furniture, there are now also large
factories at C'hehalls, Tacoraa, Seattle
and Spokane, their combined output ag
gregating many millions In value and giv
ing employment to thousands of skilled
laborers. So mutual has been the Interest
of mployer and employe that In the
building up of this Industry no friction
has existed, and strikes have been un
known. There have uniformly existed a
friendly feeling and a Just recognition of
the Interests of manufacturer, jobber and
retailer, which have done -much to add t
the prosperity of all. W. H. Beharrell in
the Northwest Furniture Review.