SATURDAY, . SEPTEMBER
(Copjnxb Z.OT2, hj Th. Christy Vilk
ABOUT 100 years; before the first
settlement of Iceland by people
from Norway, the Xorsemen pushed
further towards the west and discov
ered Greenland. Fof a long time they
had known about certain high moun
tains which arose from the pea of the
vest, But they had no definite infor
mation until early in the tenth cen
tury when Gunnbjorn, the son of Ul
Kraka, who had been blown out of his
-ourse, caught a glimpse of the new
land. Even then, it took a long time
before . a practical use was made of
this discovery. But there was one Ice-landar-
who was a true-born pioneer.
Hp always wanted to know what
"there might be hidden around the
next corner." His name was Eric and
because his hair and his beard were
red, he was called Eric the Red.
In the year 982 he set sail from Ice
land to find the mysterious land of
which Gunnbjorn. had brought back the
first report. He found it without great
difficuty and ypent three whole years
prospecting along the endless coast of
this vast land which is a continent by
itself. In the year 985 he returned to
Iceland and began to make plans for
colonization o mhis new domain. He
knew that no would would follow him
CHAPTER 18
HIS tone misgave her ; and she
said truthfully that she was con
tent not to" know who owned the car.
"I joke sometimes about how you keep
things to yourself." she added, "but I
really never do pry in your affairs,
Walter."
"Oh, no, you don't '." e
"Indeed, I don't."
Tes, you're mighty nice and cooing
hea yort got me where you want me,"
he Jeered. "Well. I just as soon tell
you where I get this car."
"I'd Just as . soon you wouldn't,
Walter, she said, hurriedly. "Please
don't."
But, Walter meant to tell her. "Why,
theMAotWar"xactly criminal about
It," heTsaldJ "It belongs to old J. A.
Tjimb himself. He keeps it for their
coon chauffeur. I rent it from him."
"From Mr. Lamb?"
"No ; from the coon chauffeur."
"Walter !"'she gasped.
"Sure I do! I can get it any night
when the coon isn't goin' to use it
himself.- He's drivin their limousine
tonight that little Henrietta Lamb's
goln' to the party, no matter if her
father has only been dead less'n a
year !" He paused, then Inquired :
Well, how d'you like it?"
She did not speak, and he began to
be remorseful for having Imparted so
much information, though his way of
expressing regret was his own. "Well,
you will make the folks make me take
you to parties!" he said. "I got to
do it the best way I can, don't I?"
Then as she made no response, "Oh,
the car's clean enough," he said. "This
coon, he's as particular as any white
man ; you needn't worry about that."
And as she still said nothing, he added
gruffly, "I'd of had a better car if I
rould afforded it. Tou needn't get so
upset about it."
"I don't understand " she said In a
low voice 'I . don't understand how
ycu know such people."
"Such people as who?"
"As colored chauffeurs."
"Oh, look here, now !" he protested,
loudly. "Don't you know this is a
democratic country?"
"N'ot quite that democratic. Is It,
Walter?"
"The trouble with you." lie retorted,
"you don't know there's anybody in
town except just this silk-shirt crowd."
He paused, seeming to await a refuta
tion ; but as none came, he expressed
himself definitely : "They make me
sick."
They were coming near their destina
tion, and the glow of the big, brightly
lighted house was seen before them in
the wet night. Other cars, not like
theirs, were approaching this center of
brilliance ; long triangles of light near
Jhe ground swept through the fine
drizzle; small red tail-lights gleamed
again from the moist pavement of the
street ; and, through the myriads of
little glistening leaves along the curv
ing driveway, glimpses were caught of
lively colors moving in a white glare
as the limousines released their oc
cupants under the shelter of the porte
cochere. Alice clutched Walter's arm in a
panic : they were Just at the driveway
entrance. "Walter, we mustn't go in
there."
"What's the matter?"
BRAIN TEST
By Sam Lord.
Ose Minute to Aatwer This.
This landscape advertising artist
recalls the name of a Massachusetts
town which figured in one of the early
engagements of the Revolutionary
War. Can you guess It?
Amw to Yesterday's Pasxle.
At the food show Miss Muffet
weighed 111 1-9 pounds when ah ar
rived, she ate 1 1-9 pounds of break
fast food and gathered 19 pounds of
ample, which increased her weight
ten per cent.
16, 1922.
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.f he only told of gigantic glaciers and
rocky shores. He therefore told stories
of the wonderful pastures which cov
ered the slopes of the mountains and
he described the joys of this "green
land" with such success that several
hundred people declared themselves
ready to move to this new western
home. In vear 988 Eric sailed away
at the head of a fleet of lb vessels.
Nine of these perished during a storm
and were never heard of again. The
other 14 reached Greenland and the
survivors built a number of villages
which soon attracted other Icelanders
until quite a colony of Norsemen had
been established along the coast of
this lonely country. The saga's of the
Greenlanders tell us that the first
settlers found the remains of an older
race which has Inhabited Greenland
long ago. They called those people
"Skraeling," which probably meant
"the weak man" and they can have
been none other than the Eskimos
whose villages still dot the coast line
of Northern Greenland. And it is cer
tain that the earlier inhabitants made
no effort to defend their country
against the invaders who made Green
land their home for more than four
centuries.
(To Be Continued Monday.)
"Ieave this awful car outside."
. "Why, I "
"Stop!" she insisted, vehemently.
"You've got to ! Go back !"
"Oh, Glory!"
The little car was between the en
trance posts ; but Walter backed It out.
avoiding a collision with an impressive
machine which swerved away from
them and -passed on toward the porte
cochere, showing a man's face grinning
at the window as it went by. "Flivver
runabout got the wrong number" he
said.
"Did he see us?" Alice cried.
"Did who see us?'
"Harvey Malone In that foreign
coupe."
"No ; he couldn't tell who we were
under this top," "Walter assured her as
he brought' the little car to a stand
still beside the curbstone, out In the
street.
"What's it matter if he did, the big
fish?"
Alice responded with a loud sigh, and
sat still.
"Well, want to go on back?" Walter
injurled. "Tou bet I'm willing!"
"No."
"Well, then, what's the matter our
drivin' on up to the porte-cochere?
There's room for me to park just the
other side of it."
"No. no!"
"What you expect to do? Sit here
all night V
"No. leave the car here."
"I don't care where we leave ?t," he
said. "Sit still till I lock her, so none
o' these millionaires around here'll run
off with her." He got out with a pad
lock and chain ; and, having put these
In place, offered Alice his hand. "Come
on. if you're ready."
"Wait," she said, and, divesting her
self of the raincoat, handed it to Walt
er. "Please leave this with your things
in the men's dressing-room, as If it
were an extra one of your own,
Walter."
He nodded ; she jumped out ; and
they scurried through the drizzle. As
they reached the porte-cochere she be
gan to laugh airily, and spoke to the
Impassive man in livery who stood
there. "Joke on us !" she said, hurry
ing by him toward the door of the
house. "Our car broke down outside
the gate."
To h. continued Moodi; tocethrr with a
Synopsis of preceding rhptrrs.
Pasco Speculates
On Aspirants for
City's Positions
Pasco. Wash., Sept- 16. Now that
the county primaries are out of the
way. there Is considerable conjecture
as to who will be the candidates for
nomination for the various offices at
the city primaries, which come -on the
same day as the general election, and
what influences will be most active in
the selection of these candidates.
Mayor H. Warden, who has been
active in the enforcement of the liquor
and narcotics law, has been urged to
become a candidate again by W. C.
T. U. members and other friends of
law enforcement. It is reported that
Robert Heather, Northern Pacific em
ploye, and John Gannon of the A. B.
Hill garage, are both considering be
coming candidates for mayor. Hints
of other candidates are also heard.
In the selection of a mayor it is
conceded that the appointment of a
chief of police will be one of the lead
ing factors, and it is hinted that the
Ka Klux Klan win play an Important
part in naming the mayor, and pos
sibly in the selection of other city
candidates.
Southern Pacific
Fixes Low Rate to
Salem State Fair
Special trains will be run from Port
land . and Eugene to Salem by the
Southern Pacific company for the Ore
gon State fair.September 26 to 30,
inclusive. Announcement of the spe
cial train arrangements was made
Friday by J. A. Ormandy, assistant
general passenger agent for the
Southern Pacific lines in Oregon.
The special will leave Portland daily
at 1:15 t. m, arrive Salem, 10 :39
a. nv, leave 5:35 p. .mj and arriva
at Portland at 8 :30 p. m. The special
from Eugene will leave that point at
7:15 a. m.. arrive Salem. 9:40 a. m
leave Salem at 5 :35 p. m. and return
! to Kugene at 8 :20 p. m. An addi
tional special will be run from Cor
1 vallis to Albany to connect with the
' Kugene train. Lxtra cars will be
added to all regular trains. Low rates
will prevail from all Oregon points.
, The special round trip fare from Port
land will be J2. or the same as the
pre-war fare.
Wife Shoots, Kills
Mate Who Beat Her
Chicago. Sept. 16. (I. N. S.) Mrs.
Amelia Schreiber, 62, shot and killed
her hushand today. It was the third
killing in three days laid to alleged
beatings and abuse. Mrs. Schreiber
said she fired the fatal shot when her
husband started to beat her following
an all-night argument over moon
shine. : V- - .
Manv a Voman marries for love,
nd then lives to repent because the
choice of her heart can't sharpen her
paring knives. Toledo tstaoe.
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66TT DON'T pay," t Paer muttered.
X thoughtfully rbusing himself
from the muse that j had held him.
"It sure don't pay." j.
"No," Ma agreed, shaking her head
in emphasis. " nd it ever will."
"No matter how bmart a feliah
thinks he is," T. Paer iadded, "he can't
get away with it." )
"No," Ma said, "they always slip
up some way sooner or later."
" 'Nd," T. Paer continued, "even if
a fellah was to .getj away with it
he'd never be able 10 get away from
it." i
"I should think it'dl be awful," Ma
shuddered, "having to' think about it
always as long as you lived."
It ain't no wonder," T. Paer said
thoughtfully, "that Briumfield couldn't
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stick it out ' 'nd take his medicine
regular standin' on the trap."
"Poor man !" Ma said sadly. "Tou
can't help feeling sorry for him even
if he did do that awful thing."
"I don't feel sorry for him none,"
T. Paer replied, "but you can't help
feelin' sorry that any human'd get
himeelf in a fix like Brumfield was."
"That's what I mean," Ma said.
"It's a awful thing for anybody to
want money so bad they'd take it
with biood on it, ain't it?"
"Yes," T. Paer concurred, but If
blood 'nd sweat'd tarnish gold all
we'd ever see'd be black as night."
"It'd be wonderful 'nd comforting."
Ma meditated, "if we didn't have to
keep struggling 'nd fighting to get it
all the time, wouldn't it?"
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"It ain't the strugglin' nd the fight
in to get what we need that makes
the trouble," T. Paer replied, "but the
hankerin' we all have all the time
after some thin ntore'n we got."
"Greed. I guess they call it, don't
they?" Ma asked. "That's what makes
people lie. 'nd cheat 'nd steal "nd
murder for money."
"The thing I can't understand," T.
Paer brooded, is why people keep try
in' so hard all the time to go so fast
when they all got to stop at the same
place."
"Nobody can understand it," Ma
said, "it just seems to be in every
body's blood."
"I guess so," T. Paer acceded.
"We're always tryln' to go 40 sailes
a hour down the highway when the
law says 30s the limit."
"Yes," Ma rejoined. " 'nd we don't
know what to do with the extra time
when we get to he end of the road."
-No," T. Paer added. or the extra
money, either." -
"It must be a sort of disease." Ma
suggested, "trying to get there fast,
like we most all of us do."
"It ain't how fast you go or how
much kale a fellah's got on him when
he gets to the end of the run that
counts," T. Paer reflected, "but how
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heavy his ' conscience Is as he stops
to rest "nd watch the sun go down
when even in' comes to. him nd - the
night" - - j -
"Yes," Ma responded, "our con
science's about all the baggage we can
take with us when we cross the riverj
I guess."
" 'Nd even that'll be in our way,"
T. Paer said, -if It ain't a light one."'
"Poor Brumtield" Ma mattered. VI
guess his was too heavy maybe for
him to take much of it when be went J
out into the dark, , 1
"It's somethin' I can't get," T. Paer
contended. Hhat a fellah like him'd
use a rope to escape a rope like lie
done." -
"Yea" Ma replied, "but think how
awful it must of been for him. sitthV
there 'nd seeing; on of them mur
derers after another go out nd be
hung 'nd know that every one was
just bringln' him closer to his turrt."
They ain't much wonder he wanted
to get it over with, I guess, T. Paer
said. "Dennis Russell was" luckiern
him."
"I dop't see how," Ma -demurred.
"He-'s dead, too."
"I know." Tt Paer answered, "bnt
he died sudden 'nd maybe didn't suf
fer none, but Brumfield's been dyin
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for more'n a year, 'nd It's sure been
a llngerta death."
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don't deserve . it." Ma said, "but h
alat the one that's suffered most fot
what he done."
'That's the way it always is," T,
Paer replied. "He's out of- It, . now,
nd he proved it didn't pay,:
Burns to Celebrate 5
v Coining of Railroad
Burns is planning a celebration ovet
the coming of t railroad as a result
of the Bear Valley unit of the hug
Malheur national timber sals that hst
been . advertised ' by the federal goy
eminent. Operations will bring a log
ginff railroad into the country whlct
will be used for general purposes at
well as timber hauling.
Assistant' District Forester Fred
Ames in leaving tonight for Burns,
where- he will meet E. E.. Carter, as
sistant - United States forester from
Washington, Dj C. "The residents ol
Burns 'wilt have a -barbecue as on
feature of a program being given be
cause of the importance of .the project.
By A. Posen
By George McManuo
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