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PAGE FOUIt Tbs rosKOSi STAxir.VSlAjV, aa, jr4a. Vatoragay gortiate. Sr?ttta6cr . 1931T, "2V Favor Sway$ Uj 2fo Fear Shtdl Aw' From First Statesman, March 28, 1851 THE STATESMAN PUBLISHING CO. Caumrs A. firaaca, Hnrrxxm F. Sackst, PubUthen CrTiSTJrs A. SfSAGUS .!.... Editor Unrmger Saxxaoji F. Sxneur ..... Jfsaspisy Editor ot the Tha Aaaocitad Press la exclusively entltta ta tS ess far pualloa tloa of alt new SUsatcbea u edited t it or not tterwije credited ta this paper. Padfie Coast Advertising Representatives: Axtbar W. titjrut. .. . P :. Security BH Ean Francisco. Sharon B!-,t. i Eastern Advertising Representatives: Fr4-Pafn-Ucfarlae New Y k. 271 Madiaoa Ami ; Chicago. 30 K. Mcmgaa Ave. Entered at the Poetoffice t Salem, Orvpow. a Sectrnd-GoM Hatter. . Pubihhtd arcry morning except Monday. Busmen fiice, 213 8. Commercial Street. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Mai) Subscription Rate a, in Advance. Within Oregon : Daily and Suaoay, J JHo.it cents; Mo. ll.U Mo. f MS : 1 year S4.W. Else where casta pr Mo. or for 1 year in advance. By City) Carrier: Sfl efsti a montk; $5.59 a yar 1a advance. Per Copy X capita Oa trains and New Stands S cent. Hearst arid France 117ILLIAM Randolph Hearst has been invited to leave 1 T ? France, nay, not invited, "left France fori England. If there is any man who al menace it is William Randolph Hearst. From the days of his vicious beginnings in American journalism he has been a disrupting force in international affairs. He has endangered American relations with Spain, with England, with Mexico, with France. His lumism run rampant. His yellow and red newspapers precipitated the war with Spam. They were condemned by Roosevelt as inspir ing the ignorant Czolgosz to kill President McKinley. Dur ing the world war his International News Service was ex pelled from England. Then after the war he started all his papers bellowing in Tavor of world power. His publication came an international incident. Their falseness was easily 'disclosed and the Hearst press was utterly discredited. Bat that would not stop this brazen debaucher of intelligence and political morality. The United States has in controlled power. His great newspaper chain reaching from coast to coast, with enormous circulations, in the cities, pan der to the lowest instincts. His great presses spew out a daily vomit of distortion, of vicious propaganda, of discred itable, narrow-minded "Americanism." He rules a domain without control. He is responsible to no one. He is an un chosen monarch, in the newspaper field whose grip cannot be broken. The whole country suffers under the blight of his degraded type of journalism. Seem Things in Medford WHEN the j Medford News was "called" for asserting that special interests were buying up the newspapers of Oregon and controlling their editorial policies, the News comes back with a column of abuse of the Oregonian, wind ing up with this: "I am sorry that thia Is neither the time nor the place to divulge the information which 'I considered conservative and reliable.'" The "I" of course is Llewellyn A. Banks, the publisher of ' the News and independent candidate for senator. He couldn't divulge the information because he didn't have any or because it was so fanciful that it couldn't stand the light of day. Outside of Portland where the papers have to lick the boots of Julius Meier of Portland's Own Store, the news papers are singularly free from control. They are inde pendently owned and operated. Most of them are prospering so they do not have to sell out to special interests. Banks is merely suffering from self-induced hallucinations. We do not blame Senator McNary for going back to Washington where he may do some good representing the people of Oregon instead of staying here and having to pay attention to the petty fulminations of his scatter-gun op ponents. Both Banks and Watkins have got to the letter writing stage where they seek to embarrass their oppon ent by writing "open letters" to him. It's a worn-out ruse; and the attempt of Watkins to line up McNary with the "power rust" merely represents the extremity to which that . .individual goes in his effort to slide into office. McNary is a good politician; and he knows his cause is perfectly safe here at home with such opposition as is offered by Hon. Watkins and Hon. Banks, i Tf A .1 O Wings across tne oea IT is not an idle gesture nor a mere figure of speech by which America welcomes with open arms the distin guished French fliers, Coste and Bellonte. They have re turned the compliment of; our own Lindbergh and have moAo art ormnllv o-lnriniia fliVh't from Paris to New York. U1HUV a a a wvaaaaaj awa. vmw nnanninor the rvpan from since the ill-fated expedition of Coli and Nungesser just after the Lindbergh flight,, the world has awaited just the achievement which these brave French fliers have made. Two things are noteworthy about their flight, one, is its speed and the other is the complete check of its move ments made possible through the radio. It was not "lost" from the time it crossed the point of Ireland until it cir cled the little French island of St. Pierre off Newfound land. - America (gives them Welcome, honors them in their ; triumph, and sends back a message of goodwill to the coun try whence they come. , Democratic newspapers have takes del If at In spoofing the ad ministration because of the business depression. They assert that President Hoover has done nothing. Wall, the figures are coming out, and indicate that the Hoover program baa dona ranch to dull the edge of hard times. The presidents tint mors was to encour age public works and constrnetion of atiUty slants. What are the results? For .the first seven months at ISSS the coat of new con struction for pnbuc works sad stUUies ass ran XI ahead of a a Mm sv a a f m a at mm t f a a 19Z9. Residential construction sas lauen nenino, non-residential only 13 behind. Now the president Is taking a hand la encouraging residential building, fas pans is construction baring permitted the catching np of demand. With revival at residential building, lumbering win renre. the damps mueh longer. We take note thai Editor Chessman of Astoria has completed . the consolidation of the two newspapers la that city sad la also one "of the chief promoters of a saw bank for Astoria. What saerl flees a van will stake for sis community! He wUl eoaibine tks sews ? papers Into a monopoly ef the field, bat bollee la snore compe tition la the basking business. Astoria, whlck sas sees s graveyard of banks, bow has two teaks, sad a third ts proposed. Responsible - people wast to larest fltl.QM la a baa king enterprise there; sad the same eeonemle rales asnrr manr hanks leads to trosbls. ! Only about half tks stats banks in rtMMsi JwliMi iw Slvldaitda ai - ord will sot e say better this Tne big oae ox us awswrsuc rsuy was wait nerces aouse Him Bui. nwwi.riwFwnw w aawaar is u worse By tne export ueoeniuxu fuw iius awair aruueuu aasapuig , which we are abasias. Rossis for doing to us with matches and coal. ! e.mmo (a taV4it ma fact has f toked high ais luraaces ana us aareiepins; sase ana smoxe 01 lets autumn serve as a blaaket ta maks tss keat more oppressive, tike the actor who takes as extra encore before the final curtain, the Summer puts la ss extra bow. knowia tan weU that autumn rains aad wlaoY thought tardy with their cue, stand waiggerlrg in tbs wlaas. ' Associated 'lM, W. Pac comnumrferl. And Mr. Hearst is a national and internation newspapers stand for hood- an Anglo-American pact for of forged Mexican papers be Hearst a fine example of un -O w ' - - - 7 continent to continent. Ever tbs country isn't going to stay la ta banks aa ta aewananara too all fa mmM l. year. affArf Til a tmnl Sm HEALTH . TedasVTtflr. St P. a. Ccyfcad, it IX There tart the Bligtrtest -flouM that the average person van vdd materiaUy to his length of life. He can make hi life long, nappy and st teetire It Jm win keep youthful mind and body. Bat, yon say, how can aae keep body ad alad young? What a stan eats, sow fee works ad, plays, th amout sad kind of exar tlss he takes daily, sad Us men tal attitude aU these save direct bearing an good health. They promote long Ufa. I havs seem much Interested la hearing et the rife of cer tain Jsdge In Ohio. At seresty- elght years of age he la atiu en the bench. He aaya be ae feeh physically tired, I betters his story would Interest siy readers. , Judge Webber says be Ss not a pessimist. He mast be aa op timist, although, he does mot boast of that. Probably his men tal attitude to the really great secret of his long lite. The jndge la aow encased la writing tare books so na rise at fire and works st his type writer for two hours. Than a little outdoor exercise- la his yard and a bath follow after which he has breakfast. He walks to and from his work and spends a busy morning and afternoon at the courthouse. His sight and hearing are-excellent and he walks with aa alert step He began drinking buttermilk twenty years ago. He drinks two glasses of buttermilk and two glasses of sweet milk every day and ests little meat He eats no bolted flour but lots of apples and other fruit. This man at seventy-eight be- ueres that the quality of sleep ha enjoys has ranch to do with his good health. He usually goes to bed at ten and aleeps Uke a ehUd, These are splendid rules tor Urlng. A wide and humanitarian interest In life, right mental at titude, wholesome Urlng, all these things make life worth Ur lng. If you haven't a reUgion hare a good philosophy. Some people call the spiritual and mental attitude one thing and some another. Enough emphasis cannot be placed upon the relation of mind and body to health. Bad health has mentally depressing effects. Overfatigue, overeating, const! na tion, Uring In contaminated air. ack of physical exercise all low er the ritaUty and the resistance to disease. , Good health has an effect the rery reverse of this. Oirea good health, right thinking and doing the consciousness of physical strength and endurance there Is no end to the things one can ac complish In life. With a keen In terest In life and human kindness for your fellow man. contentment of mind la sure to foUow. Keep young In thought and na tion. Map out your life. Hare a time tor everything and do every tmng on time to make your health what It should be. Then yon will get the most out of life. Answers to Health Queries S.C.A. Q Is there anything one can put on the skin to make it tan instead of sunburn? A Apply cocoa butter before exposing yourself to the sun. N.F.B. Q What would yon ad vise to make scars left by black heads less noticeable T A Apply hot and cold com presses alternately for ten min utes, night and morning. FoUow this by gently massaging with a good cold cream. Mrs. M.R. Q Will anything besides an operation straighten legst A Not unless the patient Is rery young, in this case braces may be he)jful. Yesterdays ... Of Old Oregon Tows Talks from The Statee saaa Our Fathers Bead September 4, 1B03 Considerable talk is in the air of construction of a railroad from Salem to Sheridan, in Yamhill county, then to some coast point on TUlamook bay, probably to Bay City. This would tap a rich timber and dairy country. John Holman, former Salem man but now of Albany, Is visit ing old friends here. Thirty-three new members were added to the Salem librarv for the past month and 1,451 per sons borrowed books. Death :- Ruled Accident Though . Season not Open 8HSLTON. Wash., Sept. t CAP) aUmer Baxter, about TO. wheat Richard Snodgrass said he shot ta mistake tor a deer la the woods yesterday, died at s hos pital today. Baxter, a prosperous farmer aad former Kentucky railroad man. waa sitting on a log when Snodgrass, a neighbor, fired at him through underbrush. A wi dow end seven children survive. Authorities said today the shooting was "purely accidental." The deer season does not open until next month. Claims totaling I2.1SM1 have been paid to Statesman subscrib ers through the 11.00 North American accident Insurance pol icies, which are issued to States mas subscribers. i r ( (If 3r-"-- -fcr.tc. hmmr,.rl J' (tftut'ti The OTHER BULLET CHAPTER 8. "That's it. all right." Peter said tonelessly. Now that he held the ring at last In his hand, be gave no sign of Jubilation. His long face was deeply troubled; He examined the ring with close concentration, blinking at it with bis bright, near-sighted eyes as f he half expected It to vanish from his grasp. "How was I to know?" the pawnshop proprietor walled. He spread hia hands with the pecul iar helplessness of an oppressed race, shrinking from the lifted bludgeon of aa unlistening fate. I tea you. I don't deal in no stolen goods, not If I know. I tell you honest I'm not to blame. Honest, inspector I M It was part of his age-old trag edy that his whining assevera tions aroused aa instinctive dis gust rather than pity. Peter look ed with arersion at the dirty old man, whose head was cover ed with a dingy black skull eap. But as he looked, his distaste sank in to insignificance before the clear light of his understanding. Peter naa the rare gift ef swift. Inter pretive imagination. God, what the man must have suffered to break bis spirit Uke that! "It's an right. Isadora." he said kindly, "don't cry out before you're hurt." "You Just play ball with us and you won't get into trouble see?" Inspector Larrinan added sternly. Isadore's furtive, timid glance flitted rapidly from one face to the other. "I'll do anything you say, gen tlemen," he assured them with over-eager servility. "WeU, you ain't got to do any thing right now." Larrinan turn ed to Peter. "What about this ring now? Have you got enough on the guy that brought it in to swear out a complaint?" No, I haven't." Peter said cautiously. "I never saw the ring before, myself. The theft was re ported to me by a a lady. She isn't the owner the owner is dead. In fact. It disappeared from the room where he was mur dered." 1 "You don't say! Toull have to bring her In to Identify the prop erty, then. If you want this man held, that ought to be enough to justify us In running him in." "You can't do that. The man whose name appears on this re port can't be the one that pawned the ring. The thing that, gets me is. bow his name happened to come Into it at all." Peter con tinued to frown at the ring in his hand, as if by staring at It hard enough he could force it to render an explanation. "You know him, then?" "Sure, I know him. Why, Lam mie works In our office!" "Lemme see! " Larrinan snatched the scribbled memoran dum from Peter's hand. "That's it Walter de Lamoth, sure as shooting. Lemme teU you some thing." The Inspector's voice sank to a low note of earnestness ea he tapped the memorandum on the counter to emphasise hia words. "It this guy de Lamoth has got mixed sp ta anything crooked there's sues at head quarters that would snap at the chance to break him. If Kortoa ever gets the hooks tats hia " "Well, Morton hasn't got hold of him yet." peter said with as assurance he was tar from feel ing. "That's why I wanted yoa to come aown here wits me vour- self. You're a good scout, Larrin an. When Lammie came down oa the train with Morton and that kid bandit, Jordon, after they captured him up north, Lammie saw Morton wltr. his own eyes! when he beat up the kid with s rubber hose to get a confession, out of him. He was only is years old mind you, and small for his ;A 1932 SICaK jsLT j vi sr i By Nancy Barr Mavity ag stunted from lack of food, I guess. He was nothing but a sniveling starred rat," "WeU everybody knows you gotta give 'em the works some times to get anything out of 'em. I don't say I like it. That's "why I asked to be transferred to the pawnshop detail. But we all know it happens," Larrinan said. "Mor ton says de Lamoth squealed on him, just to make a splurge In the paper. The publlo got so riled about it that the chief had to de mote him from chief of detec tives, and he hasn't got over it, aot by a long sight. Morton would never have let de Lamoth oa the trail, If he hadn't thought he'd play baU." "I can see what Morton thought all right. And It was a damn good story. But Lammie wasn't just playing hia own game, for all that." "Well, It certainly looked that way," Larrinan said doubtfully. "When Lammie turned In that story, Jimmy Sears wanted to kill It for Lammie's own sake. It meant that Lammie had to be taken off the police beat, where he was doing good work, and Lammie knew it. Jimmy told him that if he ran the story he'd have to bring Lammie into the office on rewrite, and that meant a salary cut. Of course he'd be no earthly good on the police beat after a thing like that, and Lam mie's the type that hat3 like hell to be tied to the office instead of going after the stuff while it's hot. He didn't do it for the sake of the Herald, either. That one story wasn't worth queering him self as a police reporter." "What did he do it for, then?" Larrinan asked .wonderlngly. Feter countered with another question. "You know Lammie. Did he ever strike you as a sensational sob-sister, asking us all to be sweet to the poor little crimin als?" "Gosh, no!" Larrinan's re sponse was swift and emphatic. "Then maybe you'll believe what I teU you. That kid Jordon didn't . need to be beaten up to teU what he knew. Why, he was ready to break at a touch. He was so scared that all he needed was a little time, and he'd have spill ed everything. But Morton would net have it that way. The train was getting closer to town all the time, and Morton wanted the cre dit of getting that confession all oy nimseir. before jordon was taken to headquarters. So he took the hose to him being mighty careful, of course, to put it where there wouldn't be any marks on his face, to show. "ETerr time the kid would shriek out a sentence, yelling that he waa telling the truth. Morton would whale into him again, saying, "That'll put some of the truth Into you!" Morton had him in the baggage car. where nobody could hear them. The kid was sobbing and gasping for breath and Morton would take the hose to him agaiE to make him talk faster. "I met the train with a cam era man to take flashlights when they came In. Morton had Jordon by the arm, but it wasn't to keep him from trying to run away. It was because the kid couldn't stand alone. There wasn't a mark oa bis face, but it was the fun niest color yes ever saw. It was Sneer, sticky white with a greenish tinge to It. We got the picture of the two of them togeth er, and the next morning Morton was played up as the hero who had captured the desperate ban dit single handed and had se cured a confession even before the prisoner was takes to head quarters." Peter laughed a brief, harsh cackle. But there was no laugh ter In his eyes. I "I ' wondered why Lammie slipped off in the dark by him self, instead of taking a lift to the office with Andrews and me. I found out, when he turned In his story next da jr." Peter paused for a moment, then turned to look the inspector full in the face. "Say, Larrinan once when I was a kid, some boys on our block were yelling their heads off, and I dashed out, hell bent, to Jola the fun. They were throw ing rocks at a mangy, bedraggled alley cat. They'd already broken its leg and hit It somewhere In its inner workings. It could Just drag itself along a, few feet, and then they'd plug It again. They were lined up in a row, so they'd all have even chances. I grabbed up a baseball hat and swatted the cat over the head. It was the only thing to do. Then I had to tight the bunch for butting In and not playing fair. "I guess the cat should have been killed anyhow. I guesa it ought to have been drowned when it was born, for that mat- ter. I couldn't think at first why I remembered that scene when I went down with Andrews to take the pictures of Jordon. Then I figured it out. The way that cat looked when I got to it waa Just the look in Jordon's eyes, there on the station platform." Larrinan's big fist smote the counter a mighty blow. His kind Irish eyes looked straight into Peter's. "I was down on de Lamoth mv. self," he said honestly. "We've got to stick together in the de partment; and I thought he'd squealed and hadn't played ball with os. When bis name first came up tonight I was giving you fair warning, because from what you told me, I had it in mind to try to fix it so we could run- him in on suspicion. I've changed my mina about tnat. But if de Lam oth has got into serious trouble, Morton wUl see to it that he gets the job of questioning him, and then God help him!" "WeU. I've elven von the low. down, and Pm glad you look at it tne way I thought you would. But I'm stumned. I don't mini telling you. If you'll keep It under your hat, tnat whoever took this ring Is mixed up In the Mortison murder. If I were potting money oa u, u lay a ten to one bet that he's the fallow tka dM if What I can't make out Is how the person whs stole this ring from Mortison'a rnnm at Hmi got hold at Lammie's name to use when he pawned It" "How about the description on the pawn-shop report?" That might help you to trace him." Larrinan said dubiously. "What's a description!" Peter snorted. "Isadore makes a guess at his weight and height, and says he has light brown hair and ha sel eyes. If you stood la the ferry building when a boat came In. I wonder Just sow many men would pass who fit that descrip tion." "I put down all the law says I ehould teU. How should I know that yon wanted something more this timet I put U all down" Isadore, who had started timor ously at the sound of his name, began with a weak aad whining clamor from behind the counter. "For the Lords sake, nobodys tolas to eat yon!" Peter's al ready strained sorres gave way In a burst of angry disgust. "If yon had only told me yon wanted something more this time " "WeU, Tm telUng you now," Peter, rather ashamed et his; outburst, spoke with elaborate pa tience. "If you know what this man really looked Uke. spill it" "Certainly, gentlemeat, I know. Isadora rubbed bis claw-like hands together with aa ingratia ting, gesture. "This man, he has UTS lot BREAKFAST .By ft. J. The Dorion womanj There was so lime for mourn ing; tears were anjenown o ner; r lha riorlon woman werer eosfased. Sh with jmuiw mm,t a lnaaa 1vrse. uiukuv ' tied a little bag of erorietona to the rale sen die. ana ie ar w animal to the side of the wound ed seas. TMrv sna trenin." ha Biid, Oet sway from here wttk the children: the ta es may eons back at any tint. Death ts sear to me; it may as well eome here as at another place. Sao lifted him In her powerfulesrms and get hini astride the animal, his body drooping orer Its neck, nls arms hanging along Its withers. She tied his feet together under the horse's body; said encouraging words In broken French. Herself on foot, she pfloted the little cavalcade down the aouth bank. Night came on. She hid her rtrer'a brink. Held the ehlldree i-m arrrta tTimnh the old. dark hours. At dawn she tied the boys la their Saddle, ten tne roay et the dead LeClerc where It lay. and mounted the horse thus freed. They rode at top speed; ar-; was still standing: the mangled and aealned remains of all the men she found there. She was , .In.. wUh YlAV hflhlM MM TYt lrfl VI 1 ter. among hostile Indians, 500 miles from friends. S S 6aMrtit(M BTAatJ Tier from sleeping la the building, but with a little light she ransacked it for supplies. Kvery one of the 46 runs was tone: a couale of suns waa gvasi a coupiw w i "v-f uminu; us irom kalres constituted her stock 6t4Tli "arinf us from the bad? arms and Implements. Frantic ally she loaded the horses with provisions, taking also a buffalo rnha and tlirwA riflorcblm In aa agony of apprehension, but with out indecision or delay, sue set out In the aieht. In th wearv nights that followed she led her dependent creatures down past the dead embers of the first cost: managed to cross the Snake by swimming her horses and drag ging an extemporised float; she was decided she would make again the trip along the sad trail over which she had passed two years before. No time to lose; on she trudged, the horses staggering under loads that grew a little less each day; through deep snow, nine weary days and nights, up Burnt river; along the Pow der, across Into Grand Ronde; above the steaming Hot Lake; up the slopes of-he Blue moun tains. Like a tigress fighting for the life of its young, her powerful limbs carried her on, and still on. Every mile of advance brought her to a higher altitude. The snow became so deep that they moved at a snail's pace; the horses were growing thinner on their diet of cottonwood twigs; the stock of provisions was dwindling. Pru dence dictated going into winter quarters. She selected a spot un der overhanging rocks; here she buUt a tiny wickiup of branches, grass and moss. W She killed the horses; smoked the meat. With their hides and the robe and deerskins she cov ered the hut. In this primitive habitation she and the children existed for 63 days; supplement ed the smoked meat with frozen berries. Inner bark of trees, oc casionally a mountain mouse or squirrel caught In a snare of horsehair. V a March came but in that alti tude no slackening of the cold. ane compurea tne time; compared it with her meager stores: to move on meant a bare chance; to remain was certain death. She had cut the' daily ration to a minimum. She dared not delay longer. Rolling the skins and scanty provisions into a heavy pack, taking a child by either hand, once more she started up the trail. But there was no trail. In thejrlarinr sunshine an tha snow her peering eyes gave out. a' sn. aner a mouthful of the preclOUS food. thftr wrintuul themselves In the robes and slept unuuy unui dawn. As she start ed on, her eyes burned with un endurable agony; a blur before them; ahe could not find the landmarks. Across the plateau of the summit they toUed along. Suddenly Baptists caUed her at tention to tracks In the snow. She knelt that she might decipher them: ft was thai- own tm. - - - " aa MMf MCJ had been traveling in a clrcla. "a She rose, struggled to get her a sort-collared shirt " "Never mind about hta rlntfca He can change them easy en ough." Larrinan tan-nod v. m. eounter impatiently. -but yon tee his lonr. thi ceck from abora tha anils f this shirt And his Adam's apple moved an and daw tm liv. a. elevator. He chews sum, and you see his Adam's apple go up Sad down when he chews. His nose has a bum on tha fcrtdaw aad when he walks he limps with aim ierx root. Vor mots tfcaa a mnmant neither Peter sor Larrlnaa spoke. Tnea peter cleared his throat with an effort. "Can I Coast os ran to keen still?" he asked huskily. "But if it's murder do you mean to say you're dropping it?" "I'm not droonlna- It. in T ani ls for you to know nothing- about It, and let me handls It la my own way. l can't let Lammie get Into Morton's hands unless It's absolutely secessarr. Mv nndi Peter's voice broka t smaihlfis like a sob. "He got his Ump and STthatdt S a a - - mmm. uump on nis nosejn strain wrecs one or the best stories the Herald aver ran' And wa. kidded hint about his trick Ad am'a apple st the office s hun dred times!- (To be continued) 1 HENDRICKS bearings; went on again. It grew dark around her at midday; she & atterly tUnd- Drawing the -children by the sense of touch into the shelter ol some tushes, she unwrapped the pack. BaVttste helped to make a tire. They must stay - there until she toakt see again, Sho began to teach hia directions, fn the morning keep the sun hi our backi, during the day on this aide, toward eveai&g ahead. Over and aver aha inw aim. Three days t this, the food. ewrauirng, dwindling. Late tate the third Iht. aha waa mmA from nneasy slumber by the lit tle Paul's hungry moaning. She puUed the deerskin from over his faoe: he wa amVa vo-a. she tould see him? There he was! wixn nis ntue snake eyes and his mouth stretching- from ear to ear. t - Quoting Defenbaeh: "Her eves were getting better; she cast them around In a circle. What are those Daira of fleamln Hghts, several of them? Wei veal Wolves! Sitting patiently oa their hauaehes. awakinar in iaatinua anticipation! For the aoly time In her Ufa she screamed la hor ror. 'Moa Dteu!' ahe cried. Stay, now a thousftt comes to her; who is this 'Moa Dieu?' who is that Spirit, that waken woman, the Frenchmen used to talk toT What was It they said to her? Was It something like 'Hail. Mary, full f zraeaf How 4if tv rest of it go? waa ft like this, Pray for us now in the hour of ear death?' And the man God they asked things ef what were the words they said to Him? Give as this day. our daily food?' Was It like that? Waa there some- iniug about delivering us from r - wa uw vmu a Surely, surely, the Great Knirita would help her sow, me so poor squaw, so much trouble. 'Help me now, boa Dieu." Before aeon the next day they began to descend into s more genial air; got glimpses down the western slope ef the plains be low. Campe one night where the little baby died; was glad It had died; thought of it after the boys were asleep. When morning came had a renewed determination; measured the tiny etock of food into Tour days' rations. After that came two days and nights with absolutely nothing. They were going Into a torpor of the last stages of starvation; Paul weak ened first; fell in his little moc caslned tracks. She took him up on top of her pack until even her heroic frame gave way; tried to steady him on his feet. In a moment of almost utter hopeless ness there arose the smoke of an Indian encampment. Finding a hidden cleft In the robes she be stowed the rhilrfrpn 4- . ii, n lap ped them In robe an ,i,- down a branch or two to mark the -pot. "Be patient." she said IVif 1. "SlaT here until I get help." Ther looted stupefied acquiescence, with a moaning farewell she left them. (This story wiU be concluded tomorrow.) scran ERECTED FOR PHI 11FJ) LEAVENWORTH, Kas., Sept. fold for tha firat T...i ",ta 1870 the hanging v.an cansran, slayer of a orison official mA scribed as one of the most hard- uea criminals in America was begun at tha federal penitentiary here today. Civilian wnrlrman j - """"'d a -"u saws wumn ear shot of Panzran's cell. The con demned man remained as Indif ferent to his fate as when ho addressed a letter to Federal Judge R. J. Hopkins at his trial demanding "justice" which he described as "that I be found guilty of murder in the first de gree and sentenced to die." In fjt of rage Panzran killed i, wrnke, manager of the prison laundry, June is, i92a. He will be hanged between 6 a m. and a. m. Friday. The Oregon Statesman Is de Uvered by mail tha day of pubU catloa to nearly every part of Oregon. n o m m a .... THE LAXATIVE . 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