Lincoln County leader. (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, February 06, 1914, Image 6

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Newspaper Page TextI... r-rV!-tllrjw.J1v. ' " " -"J 1 "-'' ., r , . ' "L.' '"'"1.1' " -.....-. .....a. , ... 7 : iLilS ; " ' , - 8YNOP8I81,: !:.: , V then CowboTi of tho Flvlnv ItMvt fcaartbrokcn over tha ln.taf tktii- rmiVi. w pnonograpn oy the idfereat-or their jaamplon In a foot-raca..UhhbHSKilc if tha Centipede ranch. A,poejariPyi.la m i uie r lying rieai Speed, cheer leader at jovwfnon . are (CHAPTER I -Continued. 1 "Nohsensel T Robert ..Keap -.is only trentjr-three. JW.oyj-ihMrdiy ,&ew her husband,-- evenl It--was. -one., of! those ftpdden, impulsive, affairs tha.t would overwhelm any girl; who hadot seen ajnan for four "years." "A'h'd then he enlisted "in the Spanish i-Wai; and was lilted" A ; ' -T - J- i "Considerate chaplK i;-; ;o i i "Robarta,V. ydu know; 4s j,'mjt best frtendi;.after; Helen: . ;;D6i he I file ,ta w, ,. wjss ,unap!5 signed, rjti 1 to, bsidjtbe'., others cpuWh'Ucojrie'. "Yes,; ,'a. small'; h'oujs.eparty has' ' its ffiaadftaatages...'; By-the-wky, 'what's that eolf thine1 on' vn1ir'; rhArtV !.!::: "irVrsf 'medal Culver' -sSiA ''it it ra." "-' i - -n; X"' ?s lairwr "Anitherr. :'"V'.' V. ':.! if:.: "TeJihe;,won..i the : intercollegiate championship again." ..Miss ,:Chapta proudly extendedr.the .emblem' 'on its ribbon. . :., , 'r j. . V ' ' " "I wish' to' goodness Covington had been here to take Humpy joe's pi"aee,,J eald the young cattleman- - as - he turned It over. "The boys are 7 Just broken hearted over losing that' pho nograph.'' , 1 ' V.-". ': -. r-' I n-r "IUget' him to runi and; win It back." Jean pttered, .easily. , ; , ; 7 Her Ijrpther laughed.. f'Take myd- rice, SisMand don't let Culver mix.- up In this game! The. stakes are' too high. I think that-Centipede cook;l professional runner, myself, and If our boys' were Teaten again well, you and Brother and I would have 'to move' rat of New.:Me?ieok that's 1L.! No, we'd "tetter let the ; memory Of ; that defeat ;dle .out, as quickly as possible. You warn- Fresno not to Joke about It any more, and I'll take Mrs. Keap off your hands. She may be a widow, 'she may even be the chaperon, . but I'll do it; I will do it." promised Jock Tor my sister'a sake." CHAPTER II. - . V .' : ' ELEM BLAKS.was undeni ably bored... The sultry aft- .. ernoon was very long long er even than Berkeley Fres fio's; . autobiography K- ' and quite as dry. It ivas too hot and dusty to ride, so 'she took refuge in the .latest "best seller," and soueht V i out a hammock on the, vine shaded; gallery, where Jean, Chapln was Writing letters, while the discon solate' Fresno, banished, wandered 'at large, vaguely injured at her lack of appreciation. f ,i' Absent-mindedly, the girls flipped VI: i :r. r.. .A. "It's . MedaL'i pulver Sent It to Me.? Into tbe Jbox of b6ni)ohs etwCehnern Jean ''finUhed: her coijreBppiideiice' aha ssayed Conversation, but; 'her ednipahi ion's' blond head was baweiJ (ovef the book' lh 'her lap, land th .effort met wlth'no reBponaie.:: Lulled by th sdm Diferyur drong. of Insects, and; lazy ohoea from,,,afar Miss Chaplp ; was oa tne verge oi siumDer,, w.o,e) sne saw .hen guest rapidly turn' the ,Iaiit pagei of her hovel, then, With.i Chocp UU between, her , teeth, rdMwMe-' Td torthe nnls'h! ''"Miss Blako closed the fcoo WltiCUhtiy. uncurKrf'elbwWil .1 MumAi ,oliiU enrnwiT TTI M U.I . , : 1 ') stftred--ot through- -th-daniB heat-jwaves, her blue jjyes . pbadowed witn romnnro ' jf.S "Id she marry him!SSuined;:eanj ivi uut noieu Diau bihjibu. imibs 'killed herself." Y l like to.. ste,.them. ret'fjiameLMT .; I . "NatnmllTd' Vni(w it ihnit ifoii' I . TV ' " " " O But fli think suicide Is more glorious, in n any cases." ' - oi:.:.r. M sa Chapln yawned openly. "Speak JUA.Jp' suicides, Iqn't this ntoBtt'"OIe ..":Qh. I don't thlnfeVdjaali"'. l -ua yes, you do, and you needn't be ."pijITfa Just because you're a guests - wen, men, to De as truthful 66arder, It is a little dull. Not S;for pur ; cnaperon, though. The time e tTmT doesnt' seem to drag on her handn JHf : certainly is making it fta&ti'tl ror.fer." , ,'Tfjyou call taking her out to watch a 401 , or DeiiowBSLTcalTs g;et branaed, entertainment," Miss Chapln sighed. :-!':MlSs Blake leaned forward and read the! Inscription on her companion's megal. "Oh, lsn't.JtTheayy.ir; feeling It : reverently. p.1 CI' ,.; .K.'-X f .'."Pore gold, like ilmsfilfl v YoU should have seen him 4eti: hjiwott'tL.- wnyj at tne finish of that race all the men, but Culver were making i the most horrible faces Thejrjwere sim ply dead." -Mi8SBlake,a.-htmd-wer; clasped; in her lap.,3rTney all make fa,c& ." ald she. "HSve yjOUjiitold Roberta about yourj engagemeniT" ;.; "No, she doesa'ejdrpata: of tt'and I jlon'f want hefi to-ltoow.:-I'm 0 afraid she'll . think, now that mother . has gone,! that 1 asked her here Just as a chaperon, .. Perhapa IH tell her, when Pulveroohies.'!. t i i 5. J : j . : "I have heard Culver speak of him, but -never as-en .athlete. Have you and Mr. Speed, settled things between you, Helen? I mean, has he -eaid. anything?-""" -'I'-'' '' "; .Miss Blake flushed.-,-, T r-, ,., .,"Not exactly." ' She "adjusted a cushion to confer Her cOnfuslan,. then leaned back complacently. ' "But 'he has - stuttered dangerously several times.? l; i i.: a nmsioat nwe oi - euver - spurs sounded in the distance, and around the corher' ot the coothbuse opposite came Carara. -thaxMexlean, his; wide, spangledji sombrero . . itipped .... raklshly over one ear, a corn-husk- cigarette drooping from his Hps, ' "It's that romantic Spaniard!"' .whis pered Helen. "What does he want?1 ' "It's his afternoon' call on Marie detta, the maid,"- said Jean. - -"They meet there twice a days morning and afternoon, "v il I J J ;! f (.i- ' V A! lovers' tryst!" breathed Miss Blake," eagerly. 1 ''Isn't he graceful and picturesque! Can we watch : themi;" , .sn-n!! There Bhe comes!" From j ; the , opposite . direction ap peared a slim, swarthy Mexican girl, an Indian; water-Jug. balanced upon her shoulder's.' Bhe was' clad, in the straight-banging native garment, belt ed, m with a 'sash; her feet were in sandals, and she moved Us' silently as a shadow; ! :aj;;L) 'JO .During, the four days since Miss Blake's arrival .' at " thd Flying Heart Ranch .she baa- seen: Martedetta flit ting noiselessly here and there,' but had never heard her speak. The pret ty, -'expressionless -face; ibeneath '.the straight black: hair had, ever retained its ooden . stolidity,, .the velyety . eyes had np laugheji, nor .frowoed . nor sparkled, She ; Seemed' to be merely a part 'of,' this far southwestern' 'plc- iurej Dij oi inanimate yet preatn ing local Color'' NdW. however, .'the girl dropped' her"' Jug and! with tow. cry 'glided ;to- her lover, who' tossed aalde hls:elgar(!tte, and took her , in his Arms, ff.ipra thlR dlatanae 4helr words were wpisupguifinaoie.,. "Whylfi like a play!' ,i-ji;t f'Anditi 'goes on"alhthktlirie.r r i:HoTT.?jjentle Jabd ir!et.ke:J-rftI tbink.he ofcarpijng He Isot asH llm; tha nrhar. rowHnva la YiAt" ' ' we. 'presence'' hlddefl 1 from' 'the Covers1' by thei corner lot' theUulldln'i. fciChrura languidly .released his Inamorata from j Ttow. perrgcfiy romantic, said, the, Eastern glri; breathlessly.' rl 'had no idea, MatJedetta' could lore 'hn'yboly., :aK.' rd 'Sil t.1.ii I ,TUim..UO )WO.,WUipBBe,S .01 1.1 spene were, eagerly discussing It, Joy, ihei Chinese coot' emerged1 from1 the lriarB03nnn'-pnIiir;at'.the farther corner to waft a graceful kiss from the ends of his fingers, as with ,a,.areLweU flash.': of hliw.bite teetL'hi1 ;drsppar?o. i;Manede.tia recovered ter' : wateT-Jug and glided onward Into the Court In front of the-cook-house, her face masklike, her movements de liberttf "as usual. Joy; spying the girl, grinned at her. She tossed her bead coquettishly and her step slackened, whereupon the cook, with a sly glance around, tapped hr-nUy o-tbe-arm, and, saldi "The idea!" indignantly exclaimed )tyf aV jQlak ffrSmrJi-' ammock. "But Martedetta was not offended. Instead she smiled over her shoulder as she had smiled at her lover an in stant before. - "Me Ilka you fjne..r You l.k,e pier Iijyl.iodd.efl tfr$W ih;!$o(r of the culinary department, as if to make free of, his hospitality, at the Jnstant that Carara, who had circieTlhe build-' lag, cat$e iutO'ie'f' from .theropposite sWe, s4Jfresl.t.4gaeUtfu: jetwjpen his ll?n. , ps,r,giio.ani3hed at the flist gmlise ..Of the scene'and he stroSe' toWard'the white-ctad 'celestial, -who dove through-(he open .door like & prIr)e rog.JWO.'.hlsilhpJei.; XHfrfo followed at his heels. ,,-VIt. serves, him right!" cried Miss BlakeV"ri8lng.'""t hope Mr. Carara " A din of falling pots angpans is sued rffre .: , the. cook-house, mingled with'shriUjcrte' ani soft 'Spanish lm- precaiions; (pect, wun one rong-arawn wall,..the panjiaimonlum ceased as sud- declv-aB-lt:had1commenced. and Ca- Vl 1 '8?u Ww Dlack wltl anger. -ww-air WJi scowling at Marie- detja, who, had cetjeated, her hand ful of cigarette "srii'oke through' his nostrils fiercely. "You play wit' me, oh?" . . . . :: "No.-f- "taried'etfic fan''Mm,'' Bhd,-elritig his-ahn, cooed amorously In Spanish. i-yBjahf 'flVanpslft Carara flung her :frOm..himj aad-statked awayV.'ii, v, "Well, of all the outrageous things!" said Miwl?iaktW,;Bb was aCtu ally' flirting wfth that Chinaman." . ".'Marieoatta fljrta ; with every man she can find," said Jean, calmly, "but shB-doeSh-fiaeair any "ham Shell marry Carara some time if he doesn't iill heft" fc f kj f $ I i-.:"Klll:her "s;.Mlis, Blake s eyes werf rbund. "He wouldn't do that!" "Indeed,, yes,. He is a Mexican, and .he, has .t;erripiB' tejnperc'i '$.' :' Miss Blake sank back into the ham mock. I How; . perfectly: dreadful! And yet It must be heavenly to love a pian wo wbqld?klli you,f 'fj .' i Miss cnapin lost herself in medita tion for an instant,. "Culver Is almost . like , that Iwheii, he. Is angry. Hello, here comes our foreman!" ' " Stoverj ' a ' talt, ' gangling ' eattle-man with drooping grizzled , mustache, came shambling up to the steps. He dusted i.bjs boots, with, his sombrero ahd cleared, his" throat ;.: :i I '., " Evenlng, Miss Jean. Is Mr. Cha pln around?"; ' ' '!'" 1 .' "I think youH find film down by the spring-house. ' ' Can' t" do '"any thinig for your-;T ;rr v ...... "Nopel?: (Stover blghed heavily, and got his frame gradually .Into motion again.- ' ? V u ;- . "You're , not , looking well. Stover. Are you 111?" Inquired Miss Chapln. "Not physical," said- the foreman, checking the movement which had not yet comunicated itself the ' entire length--of- his frame;--''! reckon my sperret's broke, that'Sriall." .. r- ?MlMi lgcogcoxtx'xr''cococooocoxcoocc SPECULATIVE FORM OF ART ' : ' ' , ' 1 r 1 Vogue of the Cubist Has Given Rise to a New Idea In the Laying ' 'A -.of Forbidden Wagers, . .. ., i The law forbids poolrooms where there 1 netting, but i . the' Cubist and allied - divisions of the: . International art show, has been In fuli awing.. The temptation to ,bet on what-a thing Is or lBn't would break the- resolution of a t. An(hoh,y.'; X6u hetfr;, wagers be ing laid, on , all sides' of you. . Perhaps you coffle,1 as two"r VlBUbrs 'did,' to Picasso's The Woman with' the Pot of Mustard; No. '860. Suffice it to-say that the , woman's face, wen once you have made It out, looks as if lthad:,been In. a wreck, and Is blac and blue and (turple in a sort of agony. r,The pot of mustard well,'. It Is' In the' cbmposl- lion,j but; It didn't' desetve to get into the. headline with 'the 'woman. One of th Visitors had surNplfti'ously looked in, . the catalogue for the' title.7 He bet and wqn n,-ha eorrect guess,, r) . ...jfJEtyt.'.pM pQt ffmustart objected fils. companions, entranced by the' ae's fl'ne'.freiuy.'";- " ' '" "EasyT.. enough," .was' .th ' answer.' "it's Inside the iady.V'"' J V': ' V ; ,. ; ,;';T 'Viie?'.,T .. 'u Mbbiinektlo 8clnce Grsduatel'-' -'-- - A Chetryvale Worfaan1 was' delighted ' When she hired coeK' whd ha4 Ukea' a domestfe Science: course, Mrs. F. D. MoffaU writea,:aqcrdln4,i0 .yte jp,. ."Sajmrt -jreeoTered- fromthat . foot-racer " "I hae not. and I flAverVrffl. so Ions as that ornery rentlpKda- 'riirtflt jia got it onai,-vT .,....T.'-7 . ' "Nonsense, Btevfer! "... A "What, have they, done?" Jnonlrad Miss BlkeV "cuVfoUsiy:;1 ''J havent 1 heard abbot ahy toot-rae'e;"' ' .f "You. tellheri'" "aid the- mau with another i Bigh, and a hopeless gesture that told Uie ;depth .of:;lilsrieayngs., " "Why, SWter hire a fy9!f ajwip of months ago as a horse-wranciec jifi j, man. .. said f he . was hungry, -and,' Here Stofer slowly 'raised bneJ bobit' ed foot aird'-tlcked'his otheir' cateti "The boys ntckname hhn Humpy Joe "! :r- ..,-.-i .. f'jtl ,c,i:.&1 "Why- poor thlngr- .-Was: he 'iidmp-. backed?" inquired Helen. . . "No," answered Still !BllL ,rHnia. .feackls luckK' We called him Bfumnr Joe because wheh It came' to running' uo couiu sure nump nimseti. " . "Soon 'after 'Joseph ' went''to'Vbrifc.' Jean continued, '"ther Centipede outfit hired a-new-1 took.'; You.; fcntw i; .the Centipede Jlanch-tbe ode you see over yonder by.the foot-hills." - "It was'nt : 'soon, after,',, ii. was st multaneou's,":' said -,' Stoyeir, ,t darkly. "We're beglrinln-' to see ''plain 'at last" "This Grubsllnger-;thlnke , -He'V Can i.i. Run." - . . : : He went . On : as -If la air the Injury that was gnawing him. . "One. day ws hear that this . grub-slinger over yon der thinks he: can run, which same li as welcome to us as the smell of flow ers on a spring ; breeze, for Humpy Joe had amused us in bis Idle hours by running Jack-rabbit to earth" "Not really?" said Mis Blake. . . "Well, no, but from ,what We 'se we Judge he'd ought to .limp a hun dred yards In about nothing and three-fifths seconds, so ' we frame a race between him and the Centipede Cook. With tumulcbous Joy we bet our wages and all the ' loose" gear wi have, and in a burst of childish en thusiasm we put up-the ' talking-machine.": : :;.-.). , .:;.,. y, '., -. . "A phonograph?" : ,' ;. -. i ' "Yes. An Echo Phonograph," said Miss Chapln. . . : . . ' ""Of New York and Paris." said Sto ver. .''..:. ' . ." .' . ''''."'; "Our' boys .won it from this very Centipede outfit at a bronco-buBtlng tournament in Cheyenne."' "Wyoming." . Stover made the loca tion definite. (TO BE CONTINUED.). . sas City Star. The first day this up- to-date . maid, announced; . "I can't make a flaky pastry unless 1 have a marble Slab." "Where is your spafc ula?" was the next question.' A call was then made for an oven thermom eter; this was followed by, a plaintive request for a pastry tube, a bread mix er, a grapefruit knife, a : rotary cream whip, an egg separator and a glass rolling pip! She .talked of balanced ra tions and. garnished the wishes with parsley and curled celery till the man who foots the bills peremptorily -ordered more grub and less alfalfa; Yes, the ddmestlo .science pupil Is hunting another Job where true worth Is- ap preciated, '..., ;;..v.H (,') .: ' : v m . i . -r , "."r,T Catchy Foxes.'!.,., , '".,'. " If you are' particularly anxious. to do a little Surreptitious fox catching try' the following;' It Is the sage of Lup ton who speaks, in his "Thousand NoUble Things:":;-"Anoint the Soles of your shoes with a piece, qf : fat swine!, flesh as broad ,as your hand, newly . tyasted .or, a little ' broiled at the fire; when you go out of the, Vood homeward. ,;.And In ' every , of ' . your steps' cast a piece of; the liver of a swine TOasted and illpped In honey, and draw1 afte your" back the' dead oarcass ; of . 4 cat":. Your tori cannot resist all this, but "be sure - to. have a man nigh thee with, bow, and shafts to; shoot, at- ,bln., or by .some other mnana ta hit' hlm.' -OnM1 fiin InJ tn aeoun(xy. ho'u'ie' paVty 'at loose, eidi i-'J-'i. iu!t .'.;x:.i,.'.!.i;: v $jlLiJ'S JOy; CART IS lNOVEL c..2 Borto5v LetfJowrt nd-Dximps Con-"a j'i " tenW offWftlele on'Flo'dri-Opeivt V-.t? 'ji3A lted-byosmall pHwl i .?, ri.ChlfdnBn's toys nowadays reproduce .altnltjlBTerytbdgjr.fieg In jreal' Key r end.gntexample of this k the' toy dump ' 1 x cart designed by a New ' Hamoshire than, Te toy works on the same Prin- . . ... cipie .as a real dump cart, and by pressing- a spring tfier.60Witttlletav:'r,r :;:':':'' i-S5ViVv.C'!l.:'i 1 . " ' .ToyDu'iri'p 'ciri; -: ": ' '' i - oown and the contents roll out oii .the floor 'or ground : according ta .where the owner is playing. The bottom por tion of this toy cart is fastened, to the : axles of the wheels, and an upwardly ; inclined portion is pivoted' to the sides' The sides' -and back' of' the cart are stationary." The back end of the bot- . torn portion - is connected with the , back pf the cart by means of springs,' and ' can be released by quick, slight pressure. When this is. done the ' weight, of - the contents of the cart force the bottom down from 'the rear and roll but," the tipper portion of the body pt the cart being raised a little tn the process. This makes no dif ference, however, to the position of th horse, which trots , along on its single wheel In the same attitude as before. .Any, little teamster will tell you that this dump cart is a big Im provement over one that you have to pick the load out of by hand. In the Infant Class. A teacher In a Protestant mission school on the' lower west side was Instructing- her ciasfl of four and five-year-olds to recite in unison the Twenty-third Psalm. When the little folk' came to the "surely goodness and mercy shall .follow me," etc, she noticed that some one was In error, but was .unable, for some time to de tect the one who was departing from the. text Tiptoeing softly down the aisle with her ear inclined first on one side and then on the other, she came on a curly-haired, gray-eyed little miss of fonr, who was cheerfully repeating as her phonetic .version, "Surely the good Mrs. Murphy will follow me all the days of my. life." . A WELCOME GUEST. .'J'm awfully glad you're' going to ; take dinner with us." . 'Tt's nice to hear you say so." .';'Cause if. you hadn't come there' wduld have been Just 13 of us to sit down i to the table, and mamma Is so superstitious she'd have made me wait"! ... t ' "' ..) a All Gone. ., A Veteran, ' talking to his great-' grandson, a little lad of eight or nine years, remarked: . .. . ; 'Nearly a generation and a halt ago my-' bead was grazed by a bullet at the-battle of Chickamauga." :.Th4 little boy looked at the old saaa'i head thoughtfully, and saM: ..; iV,Tbere isn"t rtueb: 'ferailng '.thet W f, Is there, granddad r (sill; " -.'..1 '1 ' t n