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About Lincoln County leader. (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987 | View Entire Issue (July 26, 1907)
UI30UI COUNTY LEADER Cr.SOUU,PnbHslMr TOLEDO. CRBDON New York detectives found $20,000 In a mattress. It was well feathered. Incidentally, It will be noticed that Alfonso XIII has put a decided crimp la the thirteen hoodoo's record. Now that the Corey-Gllman wedding Is over the enrtu will resume Its nor mal and regular rotation upon Its axis. Every man hopes some day to run across doughnuts as good as the ones he used to steal from the pantry shelf when he was a boy. Perhaps It will please you to hear that England has erected a statute to the memory of your old friend and neighbor, John Smith. When a man Is caught In the act of picking a woman's pocket and arrested it seems perfectly safe to speak of him as an "alleged pickpocket" Berlin Is to have a world's fair In 1913. How does It happen that Japan has not demonstrated her progresslve ness by having a world's fair? The way some of the doctors of the cuuuuy ulo luikiug uuuut the lttCulll petency of other doctors Is enough to discourage one from getting sick. That woman who married a burglar 8he captured In her home has probably done more to frighten burglars away from the city than all the courts have been able to do. A soldier of fortune who had fought under eighteen different flags died a few days ago from overindulgence In dumplings. Peace bath her dangers no less terrible than war. ' An Insane woman who bad $07 was throwing It away on a street corner the other night Why don't you ever get around when something like this Is go ing on, Instead of waiting to read about It? John L .Sullivan's definition of a molly-coddle Is "a feller who says 'Oh, fudge when he should land left or right to Jaw." Still, to men about the size and heft of John most of us would prefer to say "Oh, fudge," Algernon Charles Swinburne, the English poet, who has recently cele brated bis 70th birthday, Is writing a tragedy, with Oesare Borgia as the central figure. Evidently Mr. Swin burne's taste for cheerful subjects has not Increased with his years. Whatever others may think, a small boy of New Hampshire has the proper opinion of his mother., He has sent a photograph of her to the managers of a New England beauty contest, with a brief note declaring that she Is not only the most beautiful woman, but the best mother In the world. The conviction at Wllkesbarre of eleven undoubted members of a society known as the "Black Hand" should serve a good purpose. Too long have the members of such organizations been assured of Immunity from punish ment because of the supiueness of American police departments as long as the crimes of violence were commit ted only upon the persons and proper ty of fellow countrymen of the perpe trators.. It Is said of the late Dean Huffcutt, Governor Hughes' legal adviser, who committed suicide as a. result of a ner vous breakdown from overwork, that he was one of the most brilliant men ever graduated from Cornell Universi ty. And In his comparatively brief career since bis graduation he has ful filled the bright promise of bis vouth. He seems to have had one conspicuous falling, however, and that was his ln ability to appreciate the Importance of occasional rest and recreation from ex acting Intellectual pursuits. It Is said of him that he never took a vacation. They reckon 111 who count on Mother ixiuureu carelessness as a bookkeeper. Antiquities have to give way to the needs of the present The Egyptian Council of ministers has approved the plan for raising theAssouandamacross the Nile, a change that will Increase by two and a half times the amount of water that can be stored In the Irri gation reservoir. The raising of the dam will result In the submerging of the Island of Phlla?a and the flooding , of the ruins of the temples. The Isl and Itself Is a small granite rock about a thousand feet long and 500 feet wide. It was the scene of the worship of the godu'ess Isls. Many pilgrims from va rlous parts of the ancient world vis ited the shrine when the religion of Isls was most widely spread. The worshipers of other gods built temples near that of Isls, 'so that there ap- peared on the email Island a splendid collection of examples of the best arch- j itecture of the various periods In which they were erected. The enlarged dam! will make possible an annual increase of the cotton crop of Egypt amounting to between eighteen and twenty mlllioD dollars In value. Four boys left their homes sudden ly and clandestinely, with the avowed purpose of. seeking their fortunes In Nevada. They did not let their par ents know their destination until two days after their disappearance, for fear they would be recalled. It Is presum ed that by this time they are tasting the first fruits of liberty. We wish them well. It is highly proper for old er and wiser heads' to wag dolefully and predict all sorts of "bad ends' for boys who run away from home, but what man Is there of full stature who can blame them? We all. know what the boyish wanderlust is and bow it gets Into the blood at the springtime of year. Many staid old codgers eveu to-day look about at the trees and the meadows and feel the call of the wild, and long for the exultation of the open places. . And many and many more staid old codgers remember In a mist of sweet memories times when they themselves started to "run away" and seek their fortunes In the big wide world. A little more misty and a little more sweet is the memory of those fu tile enterprises which left the dirty and penitent boy on bis knees with his head In his mother's lap sobbl; for the very Joy of being home again. We all know the wanderlust of boy hood. It Is a very natural and a very commendable emotion, for It indicates spirit and enterprise and ambition to do great things alone and unafraid. We have all felt the. wanderlust In ma turer years that called us out Into life, sometimes alone and sometimes In the companionship of a loyal friend who shared our timorous adventures. And how many are there of gray-haired old men in the world to-day who would not feel that the price of the long strug gle was not too dear If they could only return again along the weary years to sob for Joy at being In the old home and penitent at a mother's knee. Those boys are all right They do not now realize the aching hearts , they have left behind, but the heritage of liberty Is theirs and they are off to the fish ing pools, the swimming holes, seeking whatever adventures may He In their paths. Mark Twain understood the wanderlust when be told us about Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn. It Is boyish nature. If all goes well, those boys will be back again not a bit the worse for their premature contact with the world of selfishness and hunger. . But under whatever skies they wander we sigh for their opportunities. We, old er grown, still know the fascinations of the wanderlust BIk Ghoat Hunt. The attention of all persons cogni zant of the whereabouts of reputable and well-connected spooks Is now di rected to the American Institute for Psychical Research, , which Is shortly to. embark on a grand ghost hunt, which will eclipse any similar expedi tion ever attempted. For a long time the American Institute has viewed with feeling akin to disgust the large sums which are spent annually In abortive efforts to discover the North Pole, for explorations In Africa and elsewhere, for missionary work ' among the be nighted of foreign lands and for other purposes which to the officials of the Institute seemed foolish. They yearn ed mightily for 'opportunity to explore the realn of the supernatural and to secure genuine ghosts. Whenever a yarn about some supernatural vision Has been given space In the newspapers, these gentlemen have groaned In spirit to ithlnk that they had not the money with which to proceed to the spot and tree the apparatlon. At last their dream has been realized. An endow ment of $25,000 has been established, which will provide sufficient money, It Is believed, to run to cover every au thentic ghost now prowling about the United States. St Louis Post-Dis patch. Her Mourning;. Maud Why Is that lady over the way In' black? Is she mourning for any one? Bess-Yes; a husband. . Maud I didn't know she'd been mar ried. Bess No, but she's mourning for a husband all the same. Of Coarse. Professor (a little distracted) I'm glad to see you. How's your wife? "I regret It, professor, but I'm not married." "Ah, yes. Then of course your wife's still single." Fllegende Blatter. How Thejr Were Const r acted. "What kind of a man Is he?" , "Self-made." "And she?" "Tailor made." Milwaukee Sentinel. The only time a boy has any use for a peace conference Is when he realizes It la ud to him to err "Enough." VIEW FROM THE MAUI I -t. .H1.1.I-. ' -t tr.-JJ m m FT 7 &wx&m IPlff; asfi ssi .. . i triii ibmw v . ---n us., .km The Dublin International Exposition, which was opened by the Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, contains a notable display of industries and manufactures. The art exhibit Includes paintings loaned by King Edward and by the Russian Emperor,, r.nd the entire collection on ylerv Is valued at $3,000,000. . Japan has a special building on the grounds; so have Canada and New Zealand, and the Irish Industries are boused In a magnificent structure. The historical section Is of unusual Interest, and the THE PICTURES. My little son, with puzzled, questioning eyes, Brought pictures for my wisdom to make plain, And slowly, voiced his need in childish wise, Asking the meaning he had sought In vain. And some, by symbol, and by holy sign, I could translate, and set his face aglow ; But there were others I could not de fine , I knew the meanings, but he could not know. My little son fares forth to realms of sleep, - While I sometimes unto the depths of night ... See pictures of God's children sinking deep Beyond men's love beyond their Fath er's sight , i But still I hope that where my faltering mind Is filled with pity and with dull do , spair, , God reads the meaning with a purpose kind, And does not cease to know, and love, and care. THE NEW OWNER "Well," whispered Marion to me, "I guess it doesn't make any difference If we did have to wear silk gowns that you washed, turned, mended and made over. Guess what I Just heard." "What did you Just hear?" Iasked. "Why," proceeded . Marion, delight edly, "I was standing over by those ferns a minute ago and Just round the corner I heard Mrs. Lewis say to Claudia Brooks: 'I don't see how the Ilarcourt girls manage to dress so well,' and Claudia spiteful old thing said:' 'I think they, ought to be ashamed ; everybody knows they can't afford It But Just then that, grand looking Mr. Maxwell came over to them and It wasn't" two minutes before I heard him ask who that striking girl with the red roses In her hair was. That was you, Eleanor. Now, aren't you flattered?" : "Dreadfully," I answered. "Anything more?" N "Yes, Indeed," whispered Marlon. "The best of It all was that he asked right away If you were one of the Ilar courts who had owned the old place up town, and he asked her Oh, loott!" Marlon's volubility was checked at this point by the appearance of the al ready mentioned Mr. Maxwell with our hostess on his arm. He was a grave, handsome niah, about 30, I thought and after Mrs. Lewis had presented him he sat down beside me. He had talked about a good many things and bad almost wearied of my monosylla ble replies, I fancy, when he finally brought up Ilarcourt, and I proceeded to astonish him by forgetting that we were strangers, " and- telling' him the most ridiculous things with character istic recklessness. I told him how we, Marlon and I, went a round about way to, avoid passing the dear old place, and how, when there was no way out of It we went by with our heads turned i away, because we loved It bo. I told ENTRANCE OF THE DUBLIN EXHIBITION BUILDINGS. "i . him we had been born there, and that every big room and every dingy panel brought up a memory that we loved. And It was not until Marion came for me to go home that I realized that he had listened to me silently for about an hour, and that Mrs. Lewis was an gry with me for monopolizing the lion of the evening. I went home terribly ashamed, and convinced that notwith standing that be looked very sympa thetic, he was probably shocked. But some days later, after Mr. Max well called with Mrs. Lewis and was so nice, I guess he didn't mind after all. And In the weeks following he came frequently and we met at several places. Somehow I told that man ev erything I couldn't seem to help'11 it He always knew Just when to smile, and I never said a silly thing to cover up a deeper feeling In all those weeks that I did not see sympathy and un derstanding In his face. Well, It was a pleasant time as I remember It, and I got to thinking a good deal about blm and to liking him very much. There was only one thing to dampen our pleasure ; one day the news came to us that Mr. Griffin, who held, a mortgage upon Ilarcourt, had sold It to strang ers, and Marlon and I told ourselves that from that time our claim vpon it would be only that of any other out siders, who might look at Its dear old walls and pass It by. As I say, this darkened our lives a little, but there were still Mr. Maxwell's visits to look forward to, so It was worth while ex isting But one'evenlnp. when he call ed, he said : "Miss Eleanor, I am going away to-morrow and . want you to do something for me. Will you?" "I don't know," I answered In a low voice. Somehow I couldn't for the life "what does this mean?" of me manage anything else. But he didn't seem to notice that I said noth ing about regretting his going away. He simply asked me If I would go down to Ilarcourt with' him. I was too miserable to reslst,;and we went My heart beat heavily as we walked up the dear old oak avenue, and when we had mounted the broad steps and opened the door I could not see the familiar dim old hall because my eyes were blinded with tears. "Oh, well," thought I, as I stealthily dried them away, "you're a dear old place, but you're nothing to me now, and I've got no right to cry about you." But later, when we went up to the long hall above and found that Bome Impudent person had removed our few remaining pieces of old furniture and had hung new paintings there over crimson hangings, I felt I couldn't stand any more. "What does this mean?" I cried. "The purchaser hopes live here," explained Mr. Maxwell, "and he Is get ting It ready for occupancy." palace of Industrial arts Is an object lesson of Irish progress In recent years. A stringent rule Is enforced that no goods shall be sold on the grounds. No exhibitor may do more than book orders. By this means the man- flgemCTit Is OTdPSVOrlfj to WV t nmfnrtnhl for Tlslt- ors, saving them the annoyance of the persistent atten tions of peripatetic salesmen. Fine trees and lawns beautify the grounds. . Here, I suppose, the poor man was bewildered enough, for I hnd restrained myself as long as I could and I rushed to the one place where the hateful crimson did not cover the panels, laid my head against their friendly support and burst out crying. "Oh, why did you bring me here?" I said. - "I can't stand everything. I would rather have this old "lace burn ed to the ground with only Its poor old chimney left to show' where It stood than than to see It fitted with the most beautiful things In the world by strang ers. Everything I care about turns out wrong," I concluded with a sob. "I am losing my home, and now you " I stopped, frozen with uorror. What had I said ! But Norman Maxwell denly put me Into the window seat an! sat down beside me. "Eleanor, look at me," he said. But I absolutely couldn't lift my head, so he put his hand under my reluctant chin and turned my face toward him. "Eleanor, he went on, "don't you know I've loved you ai. .-e-time and that I was going away with the heartache, confident that you did not care for me? Don't you care Just a little more about me than for an or dinary friend?" "Oh!" I exclaimed, very much afraid that my stupidity had forced him Into It. "I shouldn't have said t didn't mean to-" But he put his arms around me and then I knew It wasn't because of what I had said. Well, I was so happy that I cried and laughed In my own ridiculous fash Ion, and when we went home Marion says It was difficult to tell which beam ed brightest, my eyes or my nose. But I think I have weptthe last sorry tears I shall ever shed, for the best man In the world has bought Ilarcourt for me and It Is to be our home when we are married. Boston Post THE AMBER OP, SANTO DOMINGO. Found In Considerable Quantities Conditions Under Which It Occam. It Is an Interesting fact that Santo Domingo is one of the few places la the world where amber occurs In any considerable quantities. As Is well known, the bulk of the supply used la the arts comes from the neighborhood of Konlgsberg,. on the Baltic seacoast There It occurs In the lower ollgo oene, and appears to have been depos ited originally In glauconltlc beds of clayey nature, which was afterward eroded by wave action and the amber distributed, though much of it Is taken from beds In which-it was originally entombed. Amber Is simply fossilized rosin, de rived apparently from certain conifer ous trees. The conditions' under which It occurs in Santo Domingo do not ap pear to differ substantially from those? on the Baltic seacoast. , It Is found near Santiago City, asso ciated with lignite, sandstones and con glomerates. These beds probably be long to the oligoeene formation and are found containing amber at a number of places on the north coast, as well as on both flanks of the Monte Crlstl range. It also frequently occurs In the streams flowing through these beds. The amber is usually In ovate lumps, ranging from the size of a pea to a man's fist, often flattened, dull on the exterior, being covered with a kind of a brownish crust. None of these depos its has been studied scientifically, al though several abortive attempts nave been made to operate them for commer cial purposes. Cassier's Magazine.