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
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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
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"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
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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
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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."
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"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.
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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
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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
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"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.
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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.