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' THE OREGON SUNDAY JOURNAL. PORTLAND. . SUNDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 29,. 1918 '15 BEND MAKES REAL SACRIFICES TO PAY PRICE OF VICTORY .-; .... . . - . , ; Splendid Records Established In Giving to Red Cross and Other; War Work Activities. OVER TOP IN W. S. S. .DRIVE Fred LocVley Says Central Ore- gon County' Has Cause to Feel ' Proud of Her Fine Record. Bx TnH Loeklcy Bend, to. 28. IUcsnt.ljr I spent a. day - or ao at Camp Lewis. While there I met gergeant uavia &.mngtons. Tnsre were five boy in our family,' he said. "All of Ha enlisted. My -brother Sam . was a sergeant In Company K, 166th ln fantry. lie waa killed In action. Will and John were In the Fifteenth eng-ln-eera. They were both killed while putting- a bridge acroaa a atream for our troopa to go over. My brother Rob went up to Canada and enlisted In the Princess Pata before our country de clared war. He also has gone west. .. ' "I was hoping for a chance to go over Mas and help In the cause my brothers died for, but the armistice haa been signed, so we will have only four gold tars Instead of five In our service flag." . Belplsg to Pay for Victory Instances of this kind flash through my mind when I hear people who are . amply able to buy Liberty bonds or . War . Savings Stamps , making labored explanations as to why they cannot in Test to help our government pay the price of victory. Bend has good cause to feel pride In - the part ' she has played toward win ning the war. Bend Is the metropolis of: Deschutes county and : Deschutes oounty leads every county In the state In the purchase of War Savings Stamps in proportion to her population. More than a hundred volunteers en ? listed from Deschutes county and 274 men were accepted under the selective draft. Bend went over the top and exceeded Its quota In both of the early Liberty - loans. In the third Liberty loan. Bend had a record of 202 per cent, or. In oth er words, raised more than double the Quota. In the fourth, Liberty loan Bend oversuDscrioea me quota oy 70 per cent. Its record being 170 per cent. Sheepmea Subscribe 1500 On the first Red Cross drive Bend Was asked to subscribe $7600. She raised J AX the sheepmen's banquet held In.tltsthe Pilot Butte Inn at Bend last March, the sheepmen subscribed' over . 15000 to the Red Cross. Last May an other war work drive was put on which netted $8715. The first T. M. C. A. drive netted $2192, which was far above the quota assigned to Bend. Again Bend exceeded ' ts quota by raising $173 for the K. of C. drive. The Salvation Army waa given . $725, and $565 was raised for the Ar menian relief fund. In the United War Work drive on November 11 to 18, Des chutes county was the. first county to go ,Over the top and reach Its objective. The women of the Bend chapter of the Red Cross have sent overseas 2234 pairs of knitted woolen seeks, 652 knitted woolen sweaters, besides 1070 be shirts, hundreds of comfort kits, dresses and other articles of wearing apparel. Be sides these articles Bend shipped 13,701 surgical dressings, while Sisters shipped $267, Redmond 1686 and Terrabonne 691. doing Strong Is V. S. S. Drive In the War Savings Stamp drive- Des chutes county probably will exceed 200 per cent, as her standing already Is in excess- of 190 per cent of her quota. . In all lines of war work Deschutes oounty feels as St Peter did when the tightwad, appealed for admission to the heavenly portals. St. Peter saw him coming and put- up thebar. The new arrival said: ' "But I never committed a sin In my life. I never missed going to church. Surely I am entitled to enter heaven." ' "Did you love your fellow man more than your money?" Inquired St. Peter. "Did you ever give any money to alle viate suffering?" The new arrival thought for a while and said i "Yes I gave 25 cents once to the Salvation Army." t- I St. Peter turned to the recording an gel and said: "How about it?" The angel looked and said: "Yes; he gave 25 cents to the 8alvatlon Army. That la the only good deed, he ever did." SL Peter turned to the recording an el and said : : "Give him his quarter back and tell aim to go to hell." - i Bend believes In giving until it hurts j-ln making real sacrifices. Protest' at Increase Of Light Rates Is ! Clause of Ffiarin' I Elms, Wash., Dec 28. A generously Signed petition by the men of Elma protesting the proposed raise In light and power rates by the Northwest Electrio Water Works was presented , to the state public service commission last week, and the commission granted a 60-day suspension of the. raise. In the meantime an expert is gdlng over the . books of the concern, and a public hear ing win pe had on the matter early in January, J . Government Hunter Due I Elma, Wash., Dec. 28. County AgrI culturlst McWhorter haa rMtiviui , letter from the commissioner of agri culture Intimating that a government animal hunter will be sent to Elma and lrtoinlty soon. People In this vicinity nave asked for such a man. owlne to the number of predatory animals here attacking domestto animals. There are an especially large number of coyotes in . una uisiricc . - j V Son Is In Hospital , Chehalls, Wash!, Dec 28. Mrs. Clara je, a a m - iag oi unenaus received a tele- . Brain fnaay uu ner son, John Dodge, Is In thanaval hoanitat nr.i- !... . Cal receiving? ' treatment meningitis. Mr. Dodge was serving on am oaiuesmp urooKiyn, and has seen ci v icq in mo r-iuuppines ana at vladl New Library Books i ! Oakville, Wash- Dec 28. About 100 new books have been ordered for the oaaviiie high school, and probably 75 to 100 mora will tio tiimhuut ,hArfi. TftV- booka Include aome fiction, and 66 WE By THE sea was color of slate upon " which oil has been poured; its move ment was not a roll but an undulation, as if it sleepily flexed its muscles. Suddenly the surface of the ocean was disturbed an infinitesimal bubble of dis turbance in a universe of placidity. For an in stant it reminded one of the wake of a tiny animal swimming across a pond of a muakrat making his crossing. At first it barely broke the surf ace of the water; then it erected itself gradu ally, sinisterly, like the tentacle of some obscene creature of the depths a tentacle bearing the creature's eye. It was the periscope of a sub marine. On her deck appeared a man in the uni form of an officer of the Imperial German Navy. For half an hour he stood on the constricted deck until to the eastward appeared a vagus blot which seemed to spread along and cling to the surface of the water. The officer turned suddenly and went below. The opening closed itself and the vessel began slowly to move as slowly to disappear. It submerged itself until only a fragment of the periscope remained above the surface, and there it waited. The vague blot on the horizon approached, became distinctly the trail of smoke billowing from the funnels of an ocean liner. Then the vessel itself, painted in fantastic designs and colors, issued from nothingness. Nearer and nearer it came, until one might have seen the captain on his bridge scanning the waters about him with unmistakable anxiety. The liner had been displaying no flag. Suddenly from her stern broke out the Stars and Stripes above a flag of white. Her engines stopped. Officers in uniform might be seen passing about the decks, obvi ously reassuring the passengers. Suddenly a1 man shouted, "Periscope there's a periscope!" - Instantly there was confusion. Some rushed to the rail to view the spectacle, some scurried below to seize life-preservers and valuables, and to return frantically to take their appointed boat-stations. The periscope lengthened itself into the view of the men and women on the linei until presently the untersee boat lay at a distance, of fift yards, deck above the wash of the sea. Once more her hatch opened itself to thi officer who had scrutinized the sea with hia lasses half an hour before. He was followed by wo seamen, one of whom hoisted the German flag above a flag of white. The second sailor carried a megaphone, which he passed to his - superior. . The officer took it and shouted to the bridge of the liner, "I have your passengers. Send a boat to take them aboard." There was no trace, of German accent in his speech. A BOAT let itself down spiderwise, (and pres ently was being pulled toward the sub marine, on whose deck, in obedience , to the summons of the German officer, appeared two women. The boat drew alongside the submarine, the women were helped to descend, salutes were exchanged, and the small boat drew away. Be fore it had covered a dozen yards the submarine was again sealed, her decks bare, and she was beginning to sink beneath the sea. By the time the boat reached the liner she had disappeared. Had it notibeen for the two heavily ' veiled women in the boat the passengers might have - fancied there had come to them an exceptionally vivid dream. They had seen something which no logical mind could grasp; they had witnessed the im possible. They had, with their own eyes, per ceived a friendly passage between a German submarine and a liner flying the flag of the United States. It is no wonder they guessed crazily. The craziest guess fell short of the truth Thirty days prior to this date there met in a certain famous building in Berlin half a dozen men whose word and wills controlled the des tinies of the Teutonic Empires. They sat in t council, and their discussions dealt with the newest of their enemies, with the potentiality for harm there might lie that enemy. Presently a woman entered the room slowly. She moved with the lithe grace of youth, with a certain splendor of movement possible only to women whom Nature has taken pains in the forming. She was veiled, but one hoped her face was as beautiful as her figure. It would have been impious to set other than a beautiful head on such a body. "The features of Mademoiselle are known . only to me to no other soul," said the Chief. "So long as none but myself know her to be in my employ she is invaluable. If one other knows, even yourself, her value is decreased by half." "With your Majesty's permission," she said In a clear, musical voice, a voice that was not German. v "You are French?!! "No, MajetWL". "Belgian?" "No, Majsfdt."i "What then?" "What your Majesty pleases." - THE Kaiser smiled grimly. ..''Proceed," he ordered. ' "I must be set down in America' by jmeans which will at once make me conspicuous and place me above suspicion. TlUs is my plan. I 1 shall proceed, to Belgium, where I shall take up my residence. I have selected the spot. I shall make one woman friend. I have selected the friend. She is young and beautiful and patri otic." "Patriotic?" "She loves Belgium." "Ah 1" "With her I shall plot to, free prisoners of war. We shall be detected,' tried, sentenced. - The Edith Cavell episode repeated, Majestat." The Emperor frowned. The name Cavell vas not grateful to his ears. : "Proceed." . "There will be an outcry from Englandjand America. Germany will be obdurate. The world will ring with the matter. Finally Majestat will intervene. He will pardon the crime of myself , and my friend upon condition that we accept exile in America. It shall be stipulated that we be placed on board an American-bound vessel and shall not return to Europe for the duration of the war. It will be done, we will be received in America as heroines myself and my friend who is indeed a patriotic Belgian. I shall be a Belgian. Her antecedents are plain and beyond app; ED CLARENCE BUDINGTON KELLAND Author of " Sudden dispute. As her. companion in the plot, mine will be the same. She is genuine, MajesUU. She shall never suspect me. We shall be together always. She la beautiful and will be of assist ance. Americans, MajtsUit, are said to be sus ceptible to beauty." , , , ''And then?" "We shall reside In Washington, Majestat. The rest will be easy. If the impossible occurs and suspicion arises, I shall throw it upon my companion. I shall borrow her identity. How will she. prove it? It will not be myself who is suspected of spying, MajetCU." - - The plan is good," said the Kaiser. lit has my approval! - A little hand slid out of the darknete and fumbled with the Major' hair, eeeking a place to etrike SO IT was that within the month the world rang with a second Edith Cavell outrage. Two women were detected in the act of plotting to liberate prisoners of war. Both were young. Both were declared to be beautif ul. Both were reported as members of splendid Belgian families and both were sentenced to be shot. England flamed with protest; America reached a fire of rage. Neutral nations inter vened. But Germany was obdurate. A crime had been committed and punishment must be meted out. That was justice; that was efficiency. As a last resort, the combined diplomatic corps . of the remaining neutral nations waited upon the Kaiser and laid the matter before him. He was reluctant to receive them or to hear of the matter, but so ably did they' present their case that, graciously and with compassion for the unfortunate and misguided, he gave his imperial - promise to intervene m case, and only in case, the guilty women should be exiled from Europe and held as prisoners or as guests of the nation in America for the duration of the war. This was quickly acceded to and the details arranged, v. And so it was that a German submarine made a peaceful rendezvous with an American liner. So it was that two beautiful young women came to be aboard the Puritania. It was, however, Chance that made Major Douglas Land a voy ager on that return trip, Major Douglas Land of the Artillery, on special service. The two women who had been put aboard the liner by the submarine were, so confirmed rumor had it. Mademoiselle Ren&e Saxe and Mademoi selle Rachel Laurens, and were the identical women who had been detected by the German military authorities in Belgium in the act of plot ting to aid in the escape of French and English prisoners. They had been sentenced to death, and the world had been waiting with horror the an nouncement of the carrying out of the sentence. , THE girls looked enough alike to be sisters, yet there was a certain dissimilarity, perhaps more of manner and expression than of fea ture, which made one hesitate almost to believe they were of the same race. Mademoiselle Renee possessed a vivacity of expression and of move ment that seemed more Gaelic than Belgian; perhaps with something of the Slav lurking in the background. Mademoiselle Rachel gave an impression of repose, of acuteness also. She did not fit into one's preconceived ideas of a Belgian girl, but might have been American with a few drops of the French-Canadian blood, or even with some descent from an ancestor who had been a liegeman of the Sobieskis. Neither girl was of the obvious type. Both were of the sort who make a man look and then consider and come back again to check up his conclusions. Inevitably he would conclude that his deduc tions had been erroneous. The beauty of each was touched with the exotic; was of that allur ing type which cries out to men and demands their homage. v -: - , .. Major Douglas Land, wearing a wound stripe earned at Catigny; now journeying to America on special duty, occupied a chair from which he was able covertly to watch the two girls throughout the meal. The Major was young, as were the gold leaves on his shoulders. He had . come to France a lieutenant. In five months his efficiency and intelligence had won him not . only rapid promotion but no mean measure of distinction for gallantry on the field of action. He was young, and these strange girls were beautiful and interesting. Therefore, the Major delayed not at all, but carried himself to the Captain of the vessel, with, whom he was al ready on terms of friendship. In a moment he had persuaded the Captaurto introduce him. The girls looked up as the captain approached with the young officer. . : ? . "I have taken the liberty ,"he Said, "of bring ing Major Land to you. He seemed to be afraid you might die of loneliness. May I present him?" "But certainly," said Mademoiselle Rachel Laurens, smiling up at Major Land gayly. ' Mademoiselle Saxe smiled, too, but with more restraint, with something more of formality, almost of caution, . . . ' For January A Jim "Tie Source" 'Til leave him tq save you lives, then," said thejeaptain. "But be gentle with him. He is not long out of the hospital. "Ah, a blent," exclaimed MademoiselleRa ch ef.. "You are going home to recover from your wound?". - " ' "It was hardly worth calling a wound, Mad emoiselle. I really had to argue with the doctor to get a wound chevron. He was all of the opin ion I hadn't been hurt enough to deserve one." "It must have been more than a scratch to compel you to go home to America," said Mademoiselle Renee, her eyes studying the Major's face intently as tho striving to read the slightest message conveyed by its expression. TTT "Oh," he said easily, 'it is not my wound that sends me to America." "Ah," said Rachel, "a mission! But I am indiscreet to mention it." ' "A mission? Oh, no indeed. I have been In France a year." He held up his arm to display the two golden service chevrons, each repre senting six months spent overseas. "Now I am being sent home to teach our new army what I have learned.". I AND was uncomfortably conscious that both j girls were scrutinizing him more closely, more interestedly, than was natural in new acquaintances casually curious. For an in stant he held the impression that both of them were trying to pry inside his mind to see what was there for some ulterior purpose. It startled him, and he turned from one to the other quickly, appraisingly. The impression van ished, and he smiled to himself and at himself. Land's only regret was that, he could not sit so as to watch both the girls ac once. It was im possible to say which was the more beautiful. As he glanced at Renee he told himself she was the loveliest creature he had ever seen until he looked again at Rachel. It was disturbing, but pleasantly disturbing. No young man could have a pleasanter problem to worry him than which of two beautiful women was the lovelier. He shrugged his shoulders slightly. Long days on shipboard lay ahead of him In which to solve it. "Let us promenade," suggested Rachel, and together they made the circuit of the deck again and again, chatting gaily, with Land the envy of every man aboard. " It is a wonderful feeling to be bound for America, away from all that," she waved her hand backward toward war-weary Europe, "to be crossing the ocean away from battles and intrigues and suffering and from spies, spies,' spies I You can not imagine the ... feeling of that, Major. My country is eaten up by German spies. They are everywhere. You are suspicious of every one. It will be wonderful to be in a land where one may speak freely and act without fear. I have been watched, watched!". YOURS has. been a dreadful experience,! Land said soberly. "It isn't so terrible to die," said Ma demoiselle Renee with straight lips, "but to be tolled to your death by a spy", . " I'm afraid we are not free from them, even -in America," Land said. "The German Secret Service has a long arm." "And unscrupulous fingers," said Rachel with eyes that glowed soberly. As they made the turn around the end of the cabin they came suddenly face to face with the man Ballard who had arrested the captain a short time before, the returning correspondent' with the "C" on his arm-band. It was almost a collision. "Pardon," said Ballard, stepping back, and waiting with an air of expectancy. Land nodded curtly and passed on with the girls. For some incomprehensible reason he had taken a dislike to the man: there existed an anti pathy which he would have been hard put to it to explain. . " Who is that man?" asked Renee, turning to look after him. : "A newspaper correspondent. For what paper I do not know." fi American?" "Yes, Mademoiselle." , She turned her head and walked on silently, but there, was a little pucker to her brows as if she were straining her memory for something that eluded her. "I don't think I like him,'? she said presently, "I think I shall go below and lie down," said Rachel after a few minutes more of"waIking. "The exercise tires me." "And I, too," said Renee. "Au retoir, Mon tiewr, and thank you for coming to our rescue." .. " May I rescue you again? " "But certainly' said Rachel, looking at him directly with something very like challenge in -JSfpw on sale ILK 9 9 9 V53F -"-i"" her eyes. fWe shall be lonely, shall we not, ' Renee?" " . They disappeared, nor did they reappear un-' 5 til the gong sounded for the evening meal Land sat in his deck-chair and smoked furiously, while he considered them and compared them1 and admired them. He could visualize them", clearly, for both were vivid types, yet as he -looked at them with the eye of his recollection, . he could not tell which he would choose were he to be given the choice. His own conclusion was that it was a toss up and God help the hapless soldier man. . . . , ; . . . ; . Altho it was rather late. Major Land did not go below. He remained on deck chatting with -his newly found acquaintances until they re tired, then he paced the darkened deck, making the black rounds again and again. Not a light was visible on board, every opening, every port hole was heavily screened. Even the moment ary light that flashed from door being opened and closed was hidden from the eye of a possible lurking submarine by a spread of canvas. It was like walking in a tunnel.' Black forms would spring suddenly out of .the darkness, V " suddenly that collisions were oft-times una void-' ' able. One had to guess his way. and as for finding the entrance to the cabin it was not to be done. One waited until somebody opened the door, and then darted for the brief flash of light. ; I AND sat down to watch the phosphorescent j water as it broke into silver flame against the vessel's side. He was young. He had been thrown into sudden contact with' romance and with seductive beauty, and his head was not altogether steady as he re-acted to it. His thought was rueful. "If there were only one of them," was the motif of his reflections. . It was his mature judgment, after a year in the " camps and trenches, remold from pleasures, in a world destitute of women, that he could with facility love either of his new friends if the other were not there to interfere. "Confound it," he muttered, "I can't fall In -love with both of them. I den't know what this year's rules are, but last year that wasn't being done." He sat back and closed his eyes comfortably. It was good to rest. For a' year he had had no moment of rest, and this complete idleness, this remoteness from the world, from the great and grim business which occupied all the world, was very pleasant. ( He drowsed. Some one 'awakened him by stumbling against a nearby chair. " I'm through banging around this deck in the dark," a surly voice said. "Sit down here." "Well?" said another voice presently, a low, sweet, pleasant woman's voice. "It's not in his cabin." "You are sure?" "I learned how to search in a school that tolerates few mistakes." "He is known to have it, it Is even known what it looks like and its size." "Yes, a little packet, thin as a letter and no larger, wrapped in. yellow oiled silk." - Major Land sat very still, but he was wide awake and alert now. A tiny packet, the size of a letter, wrapped in oiled silk! He knew what -that was, for it was that packet that carried him to America. He listened. "The thing is not in his cabin. He must carry it with him." "He looks like the sort who would sleep with It In his mouth," said the woman. Her voice was pitched so low that Land could barely catch her words. He fancied the voice was familiar; there was a note in it that called to something in his recollection. - "Where is he, anyhow?" . "Prowling about the decks." Land strained his ear to catch the slightest tone of those faint voices to recognize them, to identify them. Every nerve was alive now and quivering. He knew he was the quarry and that here were the hunters and he knew how pre cious to his country and to the cause of the Allies was the tiny packet he carried. THE couple arose after a silence and moved slowly toward Land, fumbling their way in the blackness. The man tripped over a.deck chair. staggered and sprawled upon Land, uttering an imprecation. As if by instinct the men grappled; Land with a known enemy, the spy with an unknown who had been an eaves dropper. His hands flew to Land's throat, stop ped an instant at his shoulder as it touched the gold leaf indicating military rank. "It's Land," the man said savagely. The Major twisted sidewise, holding his antagonist off with his left hand while he placed his right against his chair and heaved upward. He was not in the pink of condition, not the clean, powerful athlete of the days before his wound, but he was, even in his convalescence an antagonist to- approach with caution. He struggled to his feet, lifting his assailant with him and for an instant they swayed, then pitched to the deck with Land uppermost. He tore free one hand and struck twice quickly, powerfully. "He's on top," grated the man's voice A little hand came out of the darkness and fumbled over the Major's hair, a soft little hand. " Land snatched for it, but it eluded him, and he was conscious of the contact of soft silk. As thoughts have an absurd way of doing at strange moments, this one flashed through his mind: "both wrapped in silk, the woman spy, the pre cious packet " His antagonist heaved and struggled silently; Land did not think of calling for assistance, somehow the idea did not occur to him. He was the sort to fight .his own battles. Again that soft hand touched his hair locating it, . placing it. Then it seemed to Land as if a high explosive shell had struck close to his side. There was a paralyzing shock, the shock of the impact of something hard and round against his skulL It was repeated. Land's muscles re laxed, his grip slackened, he collapsed upon his enemy. The soft hand had not hesitated to arm itself and to strike. -- i They rolled him over on his back. The man flashed a light on the sprawling body as they knelt beside him, and with hands accustomed by training, they searched him swiftly, efficiently. "I have it," whispered the man. f Give It to.me.. Ton mat go right on with this etorf in Pictorial . Review for January Nov on $aU MMhegreatest crfthe year THAT'S what "Wrapped in Silk" is! Read the thrilling opening chap ters presented on this page part of the first installment of Clarence Budington. ' Kelland's tantalizing spry story' which begins in this January issue. From be v ginning to end it will keep you breath less with suspense. " Major Land pf the U. S. Army has been struck a dastardly blow and the precious packet filched from his inert body. v But who struck the blow? Which of the two lovely girls who boardedjhe Puritania under such spectacular "cir cumstances played the leading role in the dark drama that night on ship-board? Which was the woman spy? The novel is completed in three issues not a.novelette, not a so-called "long short" story, but a regular $1.50 book in just three issues. Other arresting features in the January issue THOSE EIGHTEEN GIRLS PROM SMITH How-they met the Get man drive Reconstruction. The great problem of put ting; the world on its feet again. Read Hazel Dcyo Batchelor'a inspiring; account of how a valiant unit of college girls in France, is staunchly rebuilding the little village the Huns .repeatedly tore down. BABIES OR PAY ENVELOPES MUST WOMEN CHOOSE? Women by the thousands are answering industry's call to come out of the home and Into the world's workshops. How will they choose? Can they have both pay envelopes and babies? Do they want both? In vigorous, timely articles, Mabel Potter Daggett and Helen Ring Robinson, two of our foremost writers, thresh out this burning ques tion. Which do you think is right ? ... JENNY AFRAID OF LOVE, AFRAID OF LIFE What "did she do? What would you have done, supposing your mother, too, had been such . an Awful Example? Fanny Heaslip Lea has written a bewitching story of tremulous, pa thetic little Jenny, whose mother's mistake hung like a pall over her own young Hie. YOUR SOLDIER SON IN PARIS How is he spending his leisure hours f Every mother Is asking herself that ques tion. Anna Steese Richardson, who has been quartered with the A E. F.ln France, has writ f ten an authoritative message, "Don't Worry About Your Soldier Boyf which should prove a comfort to every anxious woman. ADORABLY FUNNY NEW YEAR'S , CARDS FOR ' THE YOUNGSTERS A' whole page of cards to be cut out and - - mailed to a doxen friends. They'll save your : buying cards. And another page of colorful cut rats for a delightful War Savings Stamp Party. ; What happy times they'll give the kiddies 1 If there Is no Pictorial Review pattern 'agent or news dealer 'in your town, send 20 cents for a single copy or $2.00 for a whole year's subscription to Pictorial Review, 22S West 39th StreeV New York City, v " ro ior reierence work mostly'.