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THE SUNDAY OREG0XIAX, PORTLAND, AUGUST 9, 1908. and OTICE any gold dust on my back? No? Well, it's a wonder there ain't, for I've been up against the money bags so close I expect you can And eagle prints all over me. - That's what it is to build up a rep. Looks like all the fat wads in New York was stettin" to know about Shorty McCabe. and how I'm a sure cure for everything that alls 'em. Tou see, I no sooner take hold of one down and outer, swat the high livln,' out of him, and fix him up like new with a private course of rough house exercises, than he passes the word along to another ami so it goes. This last was the limit, though. One iay I'm called to the phone by some mealy mouth that wants to know if tbia Is the Physical culture Studio. "Sure as ever," savs I. "Well." says he, "I'm secretary to Mr. I leteher Dawes. "That 8 nice," says I. "How's Fletch?" "Mr. Dawes." says he, "will see the . professah at fawn o'clock this awfter- noon." "Is that a guess." says I, "or has he been havin' his fortune told?" "Who is this?" says the gent at the other end of the wire, real sharp and sassy. "Only me." says I. "Well, who are you?" says he. "I'm the witness for the defense," says I. "I'm Professor McCabe, P. C. D. and a lot more that I don't use on week days." "Oh"' says he. slmmerin' down a bit. "This is Professor McCabe himself, is it? Well, Mr. Fletcher Dawes requiahs youah services. You are to repawt at his apawtments at fawh o clock this af ternoon fawh o'clock, understand?" "Oil, yes," says I. "That's as plain as a dropped egg on a plate of hash. But "say. Buddy; you tell Mr. Dawes that next time he wants me Just to pull th string1. If that don't work, he can whistle, and when he get's tired of whistlin' and I ain't there, he'll know I ain't cornin'. Got them directions? Well, think hard, and maybe you'll fig ure it out later. Ta ta. Mister Secre tary." With that I hangs up the re ceiver and winks at Swifty Joe. "Swifty." says I. "they'll be usin' us for rubber stamps If we don't look out." Who was the guy?" says he. "Some plnhead up to Fletcher Dawes s. says I. "Hully choe!" says Swifty. Funny, ain't it, how most every one'll prick up their ears at that name? And it (ion't mean so much money as John D.'s or Morgan's docs, either. But what them two and Marrirnan don't own is divided up among Fletcher Dawes and a few others. Maybe it's because Dawes is such a free spender that he's better advertised. Anyway, when you say Fletcher Dawes you think of a red faced gent witli a fistful of thousand dollar bills offerln' to buy the White House for a stable. But say, he might have twice as much and I wouldn't hop any quicker. I'm only livin' once, and it may be long or short, but while it lasts I don't In tend to do the lackey act for any one. Course. I thinks the jolt I gave that secretary chap closes the Incident. But around 3 o'clock that same day, though. I looks down from the front window and sees a heavy party In a fur-lined overcoat bein' helped out of a shiny benzln wagon by a ptefaced valet, anil before I'd done guessln where they was headed for they shows up In the office door. "My name is Dawes. Fletcher Dawes," says the gent in the overcoat. "I could have guessed that." says I. "You look somethin' l.ke the pictures they print of you in the Sunday pa pers." "I'm sorry to hear it." says he. But say. he's less ol a prize hog than you'd think, come to get near forty eight around the waist. I should say. and about a number sixteen collar. You wouldn't pick him out by his face as the kind of a man that you'd like to have holdin" a mortgage on the old homestead, though, nor one you'd like to sit opposite to In a poker game eves about a quarter of an inch apart, lima bean ears buttoned down close, and a mouth like a crack in the pavement. THE HON. JOHN F. CAPLES: A TRIBUTE Ills first Law Partner, Judge J. C. Morclnnd, Tells of Ili.s Splendid Qualities as Man and Advocate. TH5 appended tribute to the memory of a friend from the pen of Judge J. C. Morcl.md. was published in the '.ast issue of the Pacific Christian Advo cate. Judge Moreland and the late Judge Caples were partners In the practice of law in the early days in Oregon, each be ir.s the first partner of the other: "The death of Hon. John F. Caples re moves a conspicuous fisure from our niiiir t. and one which is well remembered by many thousands throughout the North wc st. For more than ) years he was prominently known in this region, and many an eye will grow moist to see the rws of his departure. I first became ac quainted with him In Vancouver, Wash., In Augiut. lbiJ. and from that time until his death we were intimate friends. For nearly six years I was his partner In the practice of the law. and learned to know hiR many good qualities, and to appreci ate his :reat abilities. "Judge Caples. as he was familiarly known, was a man of broad and tender sympathy, of genial ntinners, and Intense ly human. He was full of life and hu ni'.r. and his broad face was nearly al ways wreathed In smiles. He was a gen eral favorite, and at but few gatherings which he attended, could he --et away without a speech. Ho always had some thing to say which the assembled crowd l'.ked to he.ir. At a social gathering he was the life of the party always ready with a joke or an anecdote which never failed to provoke hearty laughter. He was equally ready In repartee. Oace try i:is a murder case. In which the murder I'.uii been committed in a Chinese joss l.otit,e. some question arose about the building, and the attorney on the other sid- contradicted him about some matter o:' measurement or furniture, when Judge Caples quickly remarked: 'Probably you are correct and know more about it than I do. for I do not worship there.' "In th law, however, he found his life work. He enjoyed the excitement of a trial before a jury. He loved to examine a question of fact, and In this field he had f- equals, and no superiors. He knew his ca.-se thoroughly, and when he came to marshal the testimony before the jury, iiis power was very great. At times he rope fo the truly eloquent. I have heard hirn many times when his argument was entitled to a very high rank. Probably the greatest speech he ever made was his clos- in the celebrated case of the State vs. Jack Powers, indicted for murder in the first degree, in killinc Ben Cornelius, on the 4th of July. 1S1. The murder waa one which occurred as a result of family troubles, and there was very great doubt In the minds of the public who had read of the case, whether there was anything more in it than manslaughter. Powers was defended by George H. Williams:. W. 1 jir nai ajid H- P. Thompson ail good j He goes right at tellin' yo what he wants, sayln he s a little out of condi tion and thinks a few weeks of my trainin' was Just what he needed. Also it You Wouldn't Like to Have Him Holdin' a Mortgage on the Old Homestead. he throws out that I might come up to the Brasstonia and begin next day. "Yes." says I. "I heard somethin like that over the phone." "From Corson, eh?" says he. "He's a chump. Never mind him. You'Jl be up tomorrow? i Say, says I. where d you get the idea 1 went out by the day?" "Why," says he, "it seems to me I heard something about " "Maybe they was personal friends of ine," says I. "That's different. Any body else comes here to see me." "Ah!" says he, suckin' in his breath through his teeth and levelin' them blued steel eyes of his at me. "1 sup pose you have your price?" 'No. says I; "but I 11 make one, just special for you. It'll be ten dollars a minute." Say, what's the use? We saves up till we gets a little wad of twenties about as thick as a roll of absorbent cotton, and with what we got in the bank and some that's lent out, we feel as rich as platter gravy. Then we bumps up against a really truly plute, and gets a squint at his dinner check, and we feels like panhandlers workin' a side street. Honest, with my little ten dollars a minute gallery play, I thought I was goin' to have him stunned. That's satisfactory," says he. "To morrow at four." That's all. I'm still standln' there with my mouth open when he's bein' tucked in among the tiger skins. And I'm bought up by the hour, like a bloomin' he massage artist! Feel? I felt like I'd fit loose In a gas pipe. - But Swifty, who's had his ear stretched out and his eyes bugged all the time, begins to do the walk around and look me over as if I was a new wax tigger In a museum. "Ten plunks a minute!" says he. 'Hully cliee!" 'Ah. forget it! says I. "D'ye sup pose I want to be reminded that I've broke into the bath rubber class? G'wan! Next time you see me prob'ly I'll be wearin' a leather collar and a ag. Get the mitts on. you South Brooklyn bridge rusher, and let me show you how I can hit before I lose my nerve altogether!" Swifty says he ain't been used so rough since the time he took the count rom (Jans; but it was a relief to my lawyers. They contended that Powers was either guilty of murder In the first degree or nothing, believing that no Jury would vote to hang hlm. When Caples came to close the argument, he said, al luding to this contention: 'I accept the challenge, and I Join In the request of the attorneys for the defense in eaylng to you. if you cannot find this man guilty of murder in the first degree, then say not guilty.' He then proceeded with his ar gument. There had been some evidence as to threats, and alluding to the testi mony of the widow of the deceased, her heroism and her danger, as a climax, he quoted from Scott, in the Lady of the Lake: Kinnnsn, m'.ie mid. his race In run That shouM have ped thine rrtml on; The oak has fnllen the sapling bough I all Pun'-raKlrajiiC heI:T new. Ypt trust 1 welj his duty done. Th orphan's God will guard my son And you In many a anuer true. At Duncan's hcxt your orphan head. Let babes and women wall their dead. "As he concluded this, the effect upon the large audience and the Jury was elec trical. Many were weeping, and even moet of the jurymen had very frequent occasion to hide their faces so as not to show their tears. Powers was convicted of murder In the first degree and largely because of that most eloquent address. "In many of his miscellaneous ad dresses, at pioneer gatl erings. on the Fourth of July, and political speeches, he did well, but hie best efforts were before a jury. "At home he was delightful. He was devoted to his family, and always did all in his power to make them happy. His wife died 31 yeans before he did. and to her memory he was always loyal and true. Three or four years before his Work for the Hand and the Arm THE long sheath sleeve has brought relief to the woman with poor arms by covering up their defects. But there remain plenty of occasions when bare arms are displayed and therefore the ef fort to Improve the arms goes on. The woman with poor arms becomes especially conscious of her defects when she ! on the other side of the water, where women wear short sleeves on all possible occasions. The best arm is that which is long from the plump, round shoulder to the symmetrical elbow. A dimple 'or two must lurk In elbow and In shoulder. Then the forearm must be tapering to the wrist. Cool hands are part of the beauty re quirements, particularly in Summer. The haniU need a certain amount of cxprclse to be aX their best. Tixa hand o( lha f WHSCH BREAKS A fcelin's; and when he come to reckon up that I'd handed him two hundred dollars' worth of punches without chargin" him a red, he says he'd be proud to have me do it every day. If it hadn't been that I'd chucked the bluff myself I'd scratched the Dawes proposition. But I ain't no hand to welch; so up I goes next afternoon with my gym suit In a bag. and gets my first Inside view of the Brasstonia, where the plute hangs out. And say, if you think these downtown twenty-five a day Joints is swell, you ought to be smug gled into one of those uptown apart ment hotels that's run exclusively for trust presidents. Why, they don't have any front doors at all. You're expected to come and go in your bubble, but the rules lets you use a cab between cer tain hours. I tries to walk in, and was held up by a 300-pound special cop in gray and gold, and made to prove that I didn't belong In the baggage elevator or the ash hoist. Then I'm shown in over the Turkish rugs to a solid gold passenger lift, set in a velvet armchair and shot up to the umpteenth floor. I was lookin to find Mr. Dawes lo cated in three or four rooms and bath, but from what I could judge of the size of his ranch he must pay by acreage Instead of the square foot, for he has a whole wing to himself. And as for hired help, they was standin' around in clusters, all got up in baby blue and silver, with mugs as intelli gent as so many frozen codfish. Say, it would give me chilblains on-. the soul to have to live with that gang lookin' on ! I'm shunted from one to the other, until I gets to Dawes, and he leads the way Into a big green room with rubber mats, punchin' bags, and all the flxln's yo could think of. "Will this do?" says he. "It'll pass," says I. "And if you'll chase out that bunch of employment bureau left-overs we'll get down to business." "But," says he, "I thought you might need some of my men to " "I don't, says I, and while you re mixin' It with me you won't either." At that he shoos em all out and shuts the door. I opens the window J - v. . .1 A . Jit i Y "Ten Plunks a Minute, Hully Gee!" so's to get In some air that ain't been strained and currycombed and scented with violets, anil then, we starts to death. I was talking with him and he spoke of her. Although she had then been dead for some 'Zt years, he said that there never had been an hour, in his waking moments, since she had been laid away, that he did not think of her and mourn her loss; and he said that he had no doubt but that some time he should meet and know- her on the other shore, 'for,' he said, 'I know she Is waiting for me there.' And if. as we fondly hope, 'we tshall know each other there." what a joy ous meeting there must have been in that happy land when on last Friday she wel comed him to that Immortal land beyond the stars. "Judge Caples was a deeply religious man. True, he often stumbled and some times fell, yet he always was up and constantly striving for the better way. He had great temptations, and it is great ly to his credit that he resisted as well as he did. He often talked and speculated on what heaven was like. He now knows. We hope, and believe, but he knows. With him hope has ended In fruition. "Judge Caples was a great reader. Poetry was his delight. And as I bid him loodJbye, I quote, with hopeful heart, from one of his favorite poems: To the past go more dead faces Rvery year; As the I,oved Wave vacant placea, Bvery year: Kverywhcre the sad eyes meet us. In the evening's dusk they (?reet us, And to come to them entreat us. Kvery j ear; But the truer life draws nigher. Every year: And Its morning tar climbs higher Every year; Earth's hold on ua grows slighter. And the heavy burden lighter. And the Iawn Immortal brighter. Every year. working woman Is often pretty, simply because of the exercise she gives It. Its shape is good, and If it were bleached, rested and manicured it would be charming. Hard work does, not injure the hands: it makes them plump and It develops the arms. The arms of women of leksnre are apt to be either too fat or too thin. If the former is the case the setting sun exer cises and the flying motions will be found beneficial. The setting sun exercises are for the arms alone. The woman with fat arms can lift her hands, palms outward, to heaven; then she can gradually sweep the horizon until she has lowered her arms to her sides. This can be done frequently while she Is dressing for dinner or when she ts taking her late afternoon exercises. The flying motions are suggested by their name: the motion must be always forward, sweeping the jut Irom the Iront 1 1 TtIS PHYSICAL PROFESSIONAL If ' J A Nice, Sllcky Young Fellow Call Me Over. ' throw the shot bag around. I find Fletcher Is short winded and soft. He's got a bad liver and a woree heart, for five or six years' trainin' on wealthy water and pate de foi gras hasn't done him any good. Inside of ten minutes he knows Just how punky he is him self, and he's ready to follow any di rections I lay down. "As I'm leavin' a nice, slick-haired young feller calls me over and haods me an old rose-tinted check. It was for five hundred and twenty. "Fifty-two minutes, professor," says he. "Oh, let that pyramid," says I, tossln' it back. Honest, I never shied so at money before, but somehow takln' that -went against the grain. Maybe It was the way it was shoved at me. I'd kind of got Interested In the job of puttin' Dawes on his feet, though, and Thursday I goes up for another ses sion. Just as I steps off the elevator at his floor I hears a scuffle, and out comes a couple of the baby blue bunch, Bhovin along an old party with her bonnet tilted over one ear. I gets a view of her face, though, and I sees she's a nice, decent lookin' old girl, that don't seem to be either tanked or batty, but just kind of scared. A Wil lie boy in a frock coat was follow-In' along behind, and as they gets to me he steps up, -grabs her by the arm and snaps out; "Now you leave quietly, or I'll hand you over to the police. Understand?" That scares her worse than ever, and she rolls her eyes up to me in that pleadln' way a dog has when he's been hurt. "Hear that?" says one of the baby bines, shakin' her up. My fingers went into bunches as sud den as if I'd touched a lio wire, but I keeps my arms down. "Ah, say!" says I. "I don't sea any call for the station-house logout Just yet. Loosen up there a bit, will you?" "Mind your business!" says one' of "em. givin' me the glary eye. "Thanks," says I. "I was waltln' for an invite," Rnd I reaches out and Rets i shut-off grip on their necks. It didn't take "em long to loosen up after that. "Here, here;" says the Willie that toward the sides. The woman who takes them muft poise herself first on one foot ajid then on the other. In this way she gets exercises for her hands and arms. Beautiful arms depend so much upon the exercise they receive that almost any kind of exercise will do, provided one keeps at it. The woman who wants to make her arms pretty can start off by doing her own housework, particularly her own window washing. Should she be very much in earnest she can take a hand at scrubbing and she can work at the wash .tubs. Women who want very nice hands often treat the fingers in the wrong way. They trim off the cuticle, whereas they should never touch it with the scissors. Long nails are now the rule. This does not mean that they must grow long, but merely that the flesh must be pushed back to show the moons. This takes time, but with patience each moon can be made to show forth in delicate silvery whiteness. Few persons, even among manicurists, know how to push back the flesh at the base of the nails. The trouble is that they press too stoutly upon the nail and this leaves a scar or white mark. The trick lies In pushing back the skin without pressing upon the soft part of the nail. A little practice will showone how to have a light gentle, effective touch. The nails should be no longer than the ends of the lingers, for It Is not now the style to have the long pointed nails of the Orient; shortness, even stubblness, is to be preferred. Hands with vivid blue veins can be made more sightly by massage. If the veins are heavy, standing out like whip cords, the hands can be treated by the Russian method of hand culture. The elbow is rested upon a cushion and the hand is massaged from the finger tips up to the elbow. This drives back the blood and restores the circulation so that the veins do not stand forth so promi nently. Hand exercises are necessary to the supple, pretty hand. They can be taken right at home with the aid of a mirror placed so that the back of the hand is visible. The finger exercises are simple, though rather trying. The patient who Is acting as physician for her own hands sits so as to face the mirror. She rests her elbow upon a cushion and then slowly but steadily she separates her fingers. She divides them into groups of two. slowly stretching them apart so that her fingers form a V. Then she separates them again so that they form the letter W. and again until her forefinger points upward by Itself, while the others are stretched far away. The importance of the finger exercises can be explained to you by any actress. She will tell you that the hand must be so lithe that the fingers will move by themselves. They must be so white, soft and pliable that they will express any emotion. The arm must also be pliable so that it can be extended In any direction. New York is now- the clothing shop of the I'nlted States. Lower Fifth avenue is the center of the cloak and clothes maiiulactur " If r ! - 2.i il r IjH: I 7 S v 0W CUITUS2IST ENQACSEMSMT I'd spotted for Corson. "Oh, it's you is it, professor?" "Yes, it's me," says I, sUll holdin' pair at ' arms' length. "What's row?" the the "Why, says Corson, "this old woman " "Lady," says I. "Aw er yes." on fawcing her says he. way. In "She insists to see Mr. Dawes." "Well," says I, "she ain't got no bag of dynamite, or anything like that, has she?" ""I just wanted a word with Fletcher," says she, buttln' in "just a word or two." "Friend of yours?" says I. - "Why well, we have known each other for forty years," says she. "That ought to pass you in." says I. "But she refuses to give her name," says Corson. "I am Mrs. Maria Dawes," says she, holdin' her chin up and lookin' him straight between the eyes. "You're not on the list." says Corson. "List be Mowed !" says I. "Say. you peanut head! Can't you see this Is some relation? You ought to have sense enough to get a report from the boss before you carry, out tnis quick bounce business. Perhaps you're puttin' your foot in It, son." Then Corson weakens, and the old lady throws me a look that was as good as a vote of thanks. And say, when she'd straightened her lip and pulled herself together, she was as ladylike an old party as you'd want to meet. There wa'n't much style about her. but she was dressed expensive enough furs and silks and sparks in her ears. Looked one of the sort that had been up against a long run of hard luck and had come through without gettin' sour. While we was arguln' in drifts Mr. Dawes himself. I gets a glimpse of his face when he first spots the old girl, and if ever I see a mouth shut like a safe door and a Jaw stiffen as if it had turned to concrete, his did. "What does this mean, Maria?" he says between his teeth. "I couldn't help it, Fletcher." says she. "I wanted tei see you about little Bertie." mm- -V 1 i't VKV "Fletchy, Who's the Old One?" "Huh!" grunts Fletcher. "Well, step In this way. McCabe, you can come along, too. A- GEORGE W. FRENCH, PIONEER BUILDER Public Servant of Klickitat County In Whom the People Had Full Confidence. If ft v. b&tfiui GEORGE W. LYLE. Wash.. Aug. 4. (Special Corre spondence of The Sunday Oregonian.) Recent death of George W. French re moves one of the most conspicuous Indus trial and political characters who has re sided in Klickitat County within the last three decades. He was born May 10, 1S28, at Bedford (now a part of Boston, Mass.), and died soon after passing his eightieth birthday. His ancestry dates back to the landing of the Mayflower at Plymouth Rock. He served in the Civil war as a carpenter, mounting guns and construct ing fortifications. After the war he fol lowed his trade In California. The year jST9 found him settled on a homestead near HarUahd, Klickitat County, upon a 5 S I wa'n't stuck on the way It was said, and didn't hanker for mixin" up with any such reunions; but it didn't look like Maria had any too many friends t''5 tr r VV ?t !j jp "I Thought You Were. Malzle." handy, so I trots along. When we're shut in, with the draperies pulled, Mr. Dawes plants his feet solid, shoves his hands down into his pockets, and looks Maria oven careful. "Then you have lost the address of my attorney?" says he. real frosty. That don't chill Maria at all. She acted like she was used to it. "No." says she; "but I'm tired of talking to lawyers. I couldn't tell them about Bertie, and how lonesome I've been without him these last two years. Can't I have him. Fletcher?" About then I begins to get a glimmer of what it was all about, and by the time she'd gone on for four or five minutes I had the whole -story. Maria was the ex-Mrs. Fletcher Dawes. Little Bertie was a grandson; and grandma wanted Bertie to come and live with her in the big Long Island place that Fletcher had handed her when he swapped her off for one of the sex tet, and settled up after the decree was granted. Hearln' that brought the whole thing back, for the papers printed pages about the Daweses; rakin' up every thing, from the time Fletcher ran a grocery store and lodgin'-house out to Butte, and Maria helped him sell flour and canned goods, besides makin' beds and Jugglln' pans, and. takln' in washin' on the side; to the day Fletcher euchered a prospector out of the mine that gave him his start. "You were satisfied with the terms of the settlement T7hen it was made," says Mr. Dawes. "I know," says she, "but I didn't think how badly I should miss Bertie. That is an awful big house over there, and I am getting to be an old woman now. Fletcher." "Yes, you are." says he, his mouth corners liftin" a little. "But Bertie is in school, where he ought to be. and where he is going to stay. Anything more?" I looks at Maria. Her upper lip was wabblln' some, but that's all. "No, Fletcher," says she. "I shall go now." She was just about startin', when there's music on the other side of the draperies. It sounds like Corson was havin' his troubles with another female. Only this one had a "voice like a brass cornet, and she was usin' it. too. "Why can't I go in there?" says she. y r- V FRENCH. plateau that commands a truly pictur esque view that is appreciated by no one like the "down Easter." The location commands a view of Mount Hood. St. Helens, Rainier and Adams, garbed all the year in white robes. Shortly after Mr. French arrived It was noised about a "Yankee mechanic" had arrived, and from that time up to a few days before his death he was a busy builder of wood en structures. After the great fire of 1888 at Golden dale, while county commissioner, he was 'instrumental in getting the county to build the public buildings that today are a great credit to the county seat. The political wave of 1S!4 that swept the front yard of Klickitat politics, spared no one 'Is 'i hi : I 5 S .. S r "I'd like to know why! Eh, what's that? A woman In there?" And in she comes. She was a pippin, all right. As she yanks back the cur tain and rushes In she looks about a -friendly as a spotted leopard that's ' been stirred up with an elephant hook; but when she sizes up the comp'ny that's present she cools ff and lets go i of a laugh that gives us an iv'ry display worth seein'. "Oh! Fletchy, who's the old oner ' says she. Say, I expect Dawes has run into some mighty worryin' scenes before now, havin' been Indicted once or twice j and so on. but I'll bet he never bucked j up against the equal of this before. ; He opens his mouth a couple of times, J but there don't seem to be any lan- i guage on tap. The mlsaus was ready, j though. I "Marie Dawes is my name, dear," J says she. j "Maria!" says the other, one. lookin' some staggered. "Why why, then you j you're Number One!" j Maria nods her head. . Then Fletcher gets his tongue out of tangle. "Maria," says he, "this is my I wife Maizie." 1 "Yes," says Maria, as gentle as a j Summer night. "I thought this must be Maizie. You're very young and i pretty, aren't you? I suppose you go about a lot? But you must be careful j of Fletcher. He always was foolish ! about staying up too late, and eating j things that hurt him. I used to have j to warn him against black coffee and welsh rabbits. He will eat them, and J then he has one of his bad spells. I Fletcher Is fifty-six now, you know, ! and " i "Maria!" says Mr. Dawes, his face the i color of a boiled beet, "that's enough of this foolishness! Here, Corson! Show 1 this lady out!" ' "Yes, I was just going. Fletcher," l says she. "Good-by, Maria!" sings out Mazie, j and then lets out another of her so- j prano ha-ha's, holdin' her sides like she I was tickled to death. Maybe it was 1 funny to her: it wa'n't to Flecther. "Come. McCabe," says he; "we'll get . to work." , Say. I can hold in about so long, and then I've got to blow off or else bust a i clyinder head. I'd had about enough ! of this "Come. McCabe" business, too. "Say. Fletchy." says I. "don't be in sny , grand rusn. I ain't so anxious to take you on as you seem to think." "What's that?" he spits out. "You keep your ears open long enough and you'll hear it all." says I; ,i for I was gettin' hotter 'n" hotter under the necktie. "I Just want to say that ; I've worked up a grouch against this job durin' the last few minutes. I guess I'll chuck It up." That seemed to go in deep. Mr. ; Dawes. - he brings his eyes together , until nothin- but the wrinkle keeps 'em apart, and he gets the hectic flush on his cheek bones. "I don t under stand." says he. "This is where 1 quit. That's all." "But." says he. "you must have some reason." "Sure," says I: "two of "em. One's just gone out. That's the other," and I jerks my thumb at Maizie. She'd been rollin' her eyes from me to Dawes, and from Dawes back to me. "What does this fellow mean by that?" says Maizie. "Fletcher, why don't you have him thrown out?" "Yes. Fletcher," says I. "why don't you? I'd love to be thrown out just now." Someway Fletcher wasn't anxious, al though he had lots of bouncers standin' idle within call. Ho just stands tlierrt and looks at his toes, while Maizie tongue lashes first me and then lilin. When she gets through I picks up my hat. "So long. Fletchy," says I. "What work I put in on you the other day I'm goin' to make you a present of. It I was you I'd cash that check and buy something that would please Maizie." "D'jer annex another five or six hun dred up to the Brasstonia tills after noon?" asks Swifty. when I gels back. "Nix." says 1. "All I done was to organize a w ife convention and get my self disliked. That ten a minute deal. is off. But say, Swifty. Just remember I've dodgeil makin' the batli rubber class, ami I'm satisfied at that." for re-election except Mr. French, who was positively known to be a man wno wore no "collar'' of any clique. He hewed to the line in the administration of coun ty affairs, as he did In framing the many houses at The Dalles. Hood River ami through Klickitat, which stand as monu ments of his mechanical art. He was Instrumental in maintaining Klickitat's credit when territorial laws were found so Inadequate for the growing needs of the county and he was one of the board who financed the change of county fairs into statehood. Mr. French was one of tlie men who made Klickitat a prohibition county. The territorial law that was enacted by both parties when the country was sparsely settled allowing districts to nominate county commission ers, but the majority of the voters in the county to elect regardless of the majority of district's choice, now existing, he be lieved was not proper representation or a gerrymander in tile interests of the large towns. A remarkable incident to chron icle in the closing scenes of this veteran ' builder's life is that a few days before demise he finished the construction of aj big mansion on the farm of his old-time neighbor, W. Lledl. near Hartland. Women for South Africa. Kansas City Journal. Efforts are being made In Ijondon to) further the emigration of British women to South Africa.. It is declared that the only Immigrants desired at present in South Africa are women. Of the 341 who went there from the United Kingdom In the last 12 months a larg-5 majority were teachers, all of whom found ready engagements at the Cape. The Little Soda Fountain. Edn'in L. Sabln. In the New York Sun Ah, that little soda fountain in the little village store! ' You remember it. I reckon, from amidst; your chUdhood lore? As aji altar, mystic onyx, at which thirsty souls would bow i Marble, glass (and also pewter) man compared with founts of now. With a jet of liquid spurting in a captivat ing dome Like the rattle of a sleet storm on the win dow panes at home. Yes, the sound was well suggestive of an Icy. wintry blast And presumed to woo the nickels that our labors had amassed. Let us call by rote the flavors. What a tantalizing row! We bave stared so oft along it that I ewan we ought to know. Chocolate, wild cherry, ginger, strawberry and sass-parilla. And those regulation standbys, good old lemon and vanilla. With a chance at "Saratogy" and at "vlchy" on the side Beverages for our elders, but by youngsters seldom tried. Twas a gnniut quite sufficient for the strictest epicure, And the wildest dreams of childhood might no flaer draughts oonjura.
