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PAGE FOUR The OREGON STATESMAN, Salem, Oregon, Thnrsda? Morning. Jane 22, 1933 4 rmni "No Favor Sways Ua; No Fear SaH Awe" j From First Statesman, March 28, 1851 ; THE STATESMAN PUBLISHING CO. Chakles A. Speacue - - - - - Editor-Manager Sheldon F. Sackett - - - - . - Managing Editor Member of the Associated Press i The Associated Press la exclusively entitled to the cse (or publica - twn ot ml) news dispatches credited to It or not otherwise credited is Ms taper. ADVERTISING : Portland Representative '- Gordon B Bell. Security Bulldtng. Portland. Ore. ! Eastern Advertising Representatives Bryant. Griffith A Brunaon. lac, Chicago. Nw Tork. Detroit, Boston. Atlanta. Entered at the Potto f fee at Salem, Oregon. as Seeond-Clau Matter. Published every morning except Monday. Bwiiwu offttc, SIS S. Commerriel Street. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Stall Subscription Rates, In Advance. Within Oregon: Dally and Bundir. I Mo. 60 cents : J Mo. 91 23: Me. I2-2S : 1 rear $4.00 Elsewhere 60 cents per Mo, or $5.0 for I rear tnadvance. By City Carrier: 45 cents a month; $6.00 a year to advance. Per Copy S eenta On trains and News Stands i cents. "QTrU CM T ri U " By HAZEL : iJ 1 VLiL-H LiVVL I IVIMr.TOM M. . v a i Sftr a. 'VS Politics in Sianv and no Brodie! TlTAYHAP genial Ed Brodie who is looking at the boat lfx schedules these days in Finland, missed it when he took ministerial appointment there instead of remaining in mug gy Salent. Brodie, who eats Oregon potatoes abroad, wears a top has easily and gracefully flicks buttercups with his cane, let it be known that one reason he preferred Finland to his eld erstwhile diplomatic bailiwick was that the Finns enjoy ed and pursued the sport of politics while the Siamese well, the king ruled and ruled and what was there for minister ial bridge players to talk about but elephants and kings nary a line of chit-chat about politics. Life for E. E. Brodie without politics is Babe Ruth without a ball bat. F Hardly was the Oregon City minister settled down in Helsingf ord the name should have warned him when the new deal hit Siam. The king, you'll recall, had been over to the states to have his tonsils out, scarcely was he home when revolution stalked the land. IJ was a mild revolution, the king capitulated, was welcomed back and things went on quite smoothly although the press carried headlines for days. Then this week while King Frajadhipok, which is harder to spell than Helsingford was picnicking at his sum mer home, another "revolution" took place, the cabinet was made prisoner, new soldiers stood guard over the palaces. No one was shot but the coup was completed, and we sur mise there was much buzzing behind the mosquito nets as the king worked out the new patronage list. Mr. Brodie missed it: two revolutions, no end of in triguing, a stir the like of which Siam has not seen for years, and the Oregon City minister 15,000 miles away. As great turmoil had gone on in his own land, while Oregon's own minister wined and dined abroad. The moral? Mr. Brodie should haVe stayed in Siam, of course. There would have been no revolution. Or he should have remained in Oregon. There would have been no new deal. But there is hope on the horizon : we have Mr. Don- augh's word that Mr. Brodie is coming home and peace as suredly shall fall upon the Oregon political field in 1934. Mr. Brodie will join the made-in-Oregon intriguers. McKay Should Go On MAYOR DOUGLAS McKAY, more, versed in business than in politics, is cutting his eye teeth in regard to his council. The aldermen like the mayor very well, thank you -hut propose a curbing of their authority and that's an other story. Thus the temporary defeat of a city manager ship must be interpreted by Hissoner as the persisting desire of the aldermen to hold the reins rather than a personal at tack on the mayor, himself. ! Mr. McKay has a larger court to which to appeal the citizens of Salem. He should use the interval before the next general election to perfect the managership plan he intro duced to the council. He should enlist civic consideration of the proposal and see that initiative petitions were circulated. When the measure was squarely before the voters, McKay should make the city managership his campaign issue and stay in office or be forced out on the voters decision. I Nor should McKay campaign against the existing coun- ciimen; only against the system. The 14 aldermen who now serve Salem without a cent of pay are as intelligent, as ear nest and as competent as the run of men selected by pop ular vote. But their functions are largely administrative and management of a $300,000 annual budget does not logically and practically operate through 14 different heads. Each al dermen tends to block out his own little sphere of influence and to hold that territory sancrosanct. On issues of major im portance like pushing collection of delinquent street assess ments studying comparative costs of Salem's fire depart ment with other cities watching the inevitable tagends of a -business as large as the city's the councilmanic form of government does not suffice. A smaller council to determine legislative policies for the city : a city manager to administer under the council's direction : that is the trend of efficient city governments. i i Mayor McKay need not be discouraged by his initial re buff ; he should be challenged. Cash for the Capital; Cuts for the Counties mHE cash DOSltion of the cnenerftl funrl nf tho fttare ia im- JL proving daily as miscellaneous tax receipts come in and the. treasurer receives the final nAvm'pnta from the minifies of the first half of the 1932 taxes. By continuing to collect tne real property tax the last half of this year and through out 1934, the state will be in the best financial position in years, through the operation of the reduced budget adopt ed by the 1933 legislature. ! This Maine un in state finance rlpreivea no rno uVin un derstands public finance. These moneys coming into the cap- iiai nere are sucned irom counties where delinquencies in taxes is as hio-h as 70 rter ifpnf. One rnnrifv hurl rnW SAAuft s - - - y w -w m.r wua.w mmm vs v ui swvw 1 in cash left from its entire first-half collections this spring alter paying the treasurer. In several counties warrants ore eellinor ot o rHrmnt rf from 20 to 30 per cent, where any sale can be had. Recalling me temporary inconvenience of a few days when state war rants were not bankable, citizens here can have some appre ciation of the Dlicrht of the counties In many localities the teachers are getting the lash. Lin coln county has whittled down its rural teachers to $50 a month, a 33 Tier cent rerlnH-inn -fivm tViA minimum Vr-r.l - A WC uuuuuiuu ucicur lore set by law. High school principals are down to as low as ?80 witlUeachers getting $60, after taking four years in university. Contracts are let with a cancellation clause to i mTmt BC"IS lo 8nut up shop if no moneys come in and a numoer Ol schools nredirt rlnanra V Tmini., -i taoM I frmrfv ia ?J biin.of the sales tax controversy is not whether tne tax is perfect, nnr wViofha t. j i , , whether or not it otiTur oTmK : ricips. & " ""v41- ouu euucauon can scarcely be car- : Never a American history has Teller, to unemployed and need oeonle been ao Ttniv. . .r1"'? ",na nMl -T- - - " " vi li montns. Nnr h., t :: arefuuy, equiUblr bandied. Ia Marion count? eases ThaTe been lnTestijated for the bulk ot the funds are those sunXJ , ; totion and they should be carefully handle? No VoJfhi L,i itSf.11 rAleCti Ia a free country ttors hare UrlgU to declaim and the Hrda narv f ts. .n.,-r.vn... ... 6 " ?S,8t TnIT b,Ut tbd eat mariV or Arsons will hay. IcTt" tience with malcontenta -mhn fnm ,v. . T? liar : uyumuva iu mt county JZLtl . ? lnVC0Bnt-7 oort and the Red Cross. Each worthy, tested organization doing a creditable lob. " !, t WHAT HAS HAPPENED SO FAR. Joan Hastings and her sweet heart. Bill Martin, are separated when her stern aunt, Ertie Van Fleet, learns of the romance and sends Joan away to school without seeing BilL Enroute from her home in Sausalito, California to Philadelphia, PennsylYania. Joan slips off the train and goes back to Bill's home only to learn that he had left town. Unknown to Joan, Bill had gone to see her and learned from Errie that she had gone away. Errie upbraided Bill, saying that if he really lored her he would not try to nd her aa he had notHaar to offer Joan. So be left home to make good. Unable to return to her annt's heme, Joan goes to San Francisco. She Urea with good-natured Mrs. Maisie Kimxner, whose daughter, Fran cine, gives Joan a position model ing in her exclusive Maison Fran cine. Wealthy Curtia Barstow falla 'n lore with Joan but her heart is i till with BO though she believes he no longer cares. Lyla Barstow disapproves of her son's interest in Joan. Bill U befriended by Rollo Reyes, wealthy playboy, whose fa ther gives Bill a position. He learns surveying and is well on the road to success. Unable to stay away any longer. Bill returns home to try and find Joan. He learns Joan's whereabouts and waits out side Franone a shop for ber. Joan turns wnite at tne si gut ot him, but holds herself aloof. Hurt at her attitude, Bill apologizes for upset ting her and leaves. Months go by ana joan comes to depend more and more on Curtis to esse her heart. Months later, Ruth Gilles pie, asks Joan to make a foursome with Rollo Keyes, Ruth's fiance, and his friend. Ruth confides in Joan that she is really in love with Koilo s mend, who turns out to be Biu. Joan is hurt to think that Bill can care for Ruth so soon after loving her and is indifferent to him. Months pass and Joan is just be coming accustomed to seeing Bill with Ruth when he comes back. Joan will not listen to his plea. He tries to take her in his arms but she pulls away from him. Ha leaves and Joan knows he will never re turn. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. CHAPTER XXX Maisie was up very early in the morning, bustling around in her boudoir cap and clean black and white sprigged percale dress. "I made pop-overs," she said, "and a ham omelette. Youll eat them to please me?" "Of course I " Joan laid her cold hand on Maisie's plump, warm one. "You're good to me, Maisie." Maisie rattled the stove lid nois ily. "You're the only one I got left to fuss over all mine married and gone " She stole another look at Joan's carefully brushed gold hair, saw she was wearing the cocoa colored dress with the little frilled collar and cuffs, that took so long to put on. Saw that she had reddened her lips, faintly rouged her pale she thought, and aloud she said "An' pretty soon youll be get-" ting married that'll be the next thing" "Oh no not II" "Oh yes I can see it eomin. You nark my words. He's one in a mil lion, Johnnie. Didn't I tell you irom the nrstT" Joan kissed her pink cheek., "Yes, you did, Maisie. You were right. I i itnow it now I When she had gone Maisie went like a homing pigeon to the tele phone. Prospect 2367 ... no, not Piedmont . . . Prospect ... Pros pect 2367. . . . Mis Harvey" But before Agnes Harvey could answer she had changed her mind and hung up. "Least said, soonest mended.' she sighed, and went back to the kitchen, to sweep up. e e "Just a very small party," Mrs. Barstow said. "Just you and I and Curtis, and Eugenia Laird and her brother Tim, and my old friend Mrs. Lawrence Nora Lawrence. Nora And I will sit by the fire end knit And you children can gather red berries And hike And dance. Curtia wants you so much, and I'm fan youll enjoy a Thanksgiving' ia the country the eabia ia in the real woods, you know' "Oh. I'd love to coma!" Joan's face glowed with delight. She smiled into Mrs. Barstow's eyes gratefully. "Then I shall look forward to having you. On Wednesday di rectly after lunch if a long ride" A chill forebodinaT touched Joan even aa she smiled. Was Mrs. Bar stow really srlad aha was comma or was she Just Asking her because iiuui msisceaf mia CiUgeniA Laird, and the Mrs. LAwrence what would they be like? What would they think of a girl who worked in a shop? What would Mrs. Barstow say if she knew About Bin ... if she knew how he had come last night and crushed her in his arms, kissing her, bruising her mouth. ... "WaitP she cried. "Wait, Mrs. Barstow. I'm not sure I can come. We're really quite busy I shouldn't ask to t off now. Thank von just the same but " "I'm at raid I dont understand," Mrs. Barstow said coldly. "Do you mean you have other plans, some thing? you would rather do. ner- haps?" Oh, no, no. But we're busy "Whafa the argument About!" Franeine drawled, swishing into the shop from the workroom with a small black hat in her hand. "A little import I just got in. You might try it on, Mrs. Barstow. Black is so good this season." "I waa just asking Joan for Thanksgiving at the cabin," Mrs. Barstow said, "but she thinks you're too busy to let her go." "Nonsense." Franeine eried. holding up her hands and being very French as she always did with cus tomers. "Nonsensel Of course, the child can go. Anything you want, Mrs. Barstow. You have only to ask. Then that's settled. . . Just try the little hat. The pins are real tortoise" Now Joan had to go. There was no escape. The small foreboding that had touched her like a chill breeze deepened, aa the afternoon wore Away. When Curtia called she could not face him. She sent Maudie Murphy to say that she had already gone home. Cowering behind the gray velvet curtains of a fitting room she heard Maudie say, "Yes, she's gone home ... on a lew minutes ago. No, don't know why she didn't wait . . an errand maybe ... oh you're wel come goodbye" in tne dusx oz the little room Joan wiped her damp forehead with a wnisp oz bandJurchiex, listened for the sound of the motor starting outside. She had lied to Curtia. . . . Curtis who was so generous and good, The first lie . . . she covered her face with her hands. The first lie ... the gteginning of hundreds ... for he must never know ... never know About Bill. Hi h un on the hill the cabin dunjr. half hidden by the trees. Manzanita and scrub oak near the road, tall redwoods oa the other side. "Do you like it Joan?" Curtis asked. "Like it?" Joan echoed. "I love it . . . see Curtis, the creek that is a creek, isn't it? Way down below and the little trail going up the am . . . let a xouow it Tomorrow and see where it roes, but, of course, you know "No I donX I haven t been here for two years " Two years I" imartne keepine- away from a place like this for two years j" "Well, well start to explore it now. We have half as hour before dinner haven t we. mother?" "Yea, but Joan win want to take off her things " "Oh no she doesnt want to dress zor ainner. Let's not. Arent we camping- out? What s the idea Come on Joan!" He pulled her, laughing, oaf of the door. "Race you up to the redwoods I" They clattered down the stairs, ran joyously, breathlessly up the l .J . . a sieep. wwaing roao, uisappeaxea round the shoulder of the hill. Eugenia end Timothy Laird ex- changed glances. "This is going to be wildly exciting for met" Tim murmured, "with Curt helping him sell to the blonde." "Why do you let him, you sept EugenU retorted Ansrrilv. "She waa asked for you Mrs. Lawrence, the Nora Law rence whom Mrs. Barstow had asked to keen her eomnanv while the four youna? Deoolo amused themselves, raised an inquiring eye brow. "Really. Lyla. you should have warned ua, Such a change in Curtia, galloping off the road like a colt! I Always thought of him as such a serious young man, sur rounded by law books and abstracts. It's the girl, of course. Mat, my dear, who is she? Hastings I don't know any Hastings, except Alex, ander Hastings in Menle Park" No, Mrs. Barstow said smooth ly, "she isn't related to them. She's one of the Van Fleets though. Her father waa a naval officer, killed in some- engagement tne Spanish war? No, it couldn't have been that, well, something interesting ... rather an unusual girL and so tal ented, ahe designs costumes you know" "She's decorative all riant" Tim agreed, eagerly. "Wonder if ahe studied at Hopkins? I know a fel low, class of 24 At Stanford, did some work there 111 have to ask her about it " Youll never ret the ehanee." his sister said oointedlv. "Curtia will tee to that. Are they engaged. airs. oarsTOwi" " "No oh no " "Just hoverina? on the brink." Mrs. Lawrence suggested malicious ly. Poor Lyla, with all her brag, ring about her wonderful son! How badly she was taking it. Trying to throw Eugenia Laird at him, and salve the tawny Joan of Arc per son with Tim that boneless sar dine! Well, it waa all over but the wedding presents any fool could see that. Any fool but Lyla. The way Curtis came to her, brushing ail the rest of them aside . . . comic 1 I've always been glad all my boys were girls, Lyla. Imagine handing a son over to another wom an, I never could do it, I'd poison her first!" Lyla Barstow touched her dry lips with the tip of her tongue. "Nonsense," she said, "she's only a child. I'm more interested in her than he is. If I'm to worry about any girl it will be Eugenia. He'a always talking about you, Gene always" And out in the fresh cool air Cur tis, and Joan raced down the hill, holding hands like children, laugh ing, sliding in the soft dirt, scat tering pebbles and clumos of mossv .ground. His smooth hair was mussed, big blobs of mud clung to his light suit, "Come on down to the creek see if there are any fish " "Of course, there arent we couldn't see them anyway!" Joan's cheeks were scarlet when they stopped running she skipped, be cause she was too happy to walk. Out in the hills again, in the sweet California country all the yea. terdays forgotten in the beauty of waay. They came back at dusk, sank, still breathless and laughing, into Dig cnairs near ue are. "Tomor row well go down to the creek, the big one. There's a dam somewhere down there. Wish it were summet so we could swim. . . . Mother, Joan and I are going to start at six to morrow morning" a ix I it win te dark" WelL seven then or half nasi and take the old trail toward the mill . . . oh . . . Gene and Tim, too, of course. Come with us. Gene?" I couldnt fipssibly ro Anywhere At seven ia tie morning unless 1 stayed up aU night." Eugenia yawned. 1 wiU!" Timothy premised. But in the morninr Curtis for got to call him, so they went alone. It had rained a little in the night, the sua made the raindrops glisten like tinsel in the trees. In a small hollow in the hills they found red- Perries, great armzuis ot them to bring back to the cabin. "Every thing ia so beautiful, so fresh and eool and rainwashed," Joan sighed uy. ike you." he said. The sun went behind the clouds. f ear touched her. sharp and jar- ged, piercing the veneer of happi ness. She looked ab him appeal mg- hr her. . always something to remind Race you down the hill I" she called. She wouldn't give way to it. She had turned her back on it . . . forever. (To Be Continued Tomorrow) Skimming the Milk Defender of Peopeomoimox: (Continuing front yesterday:) It was then that Peopeomoimox, rather than hare the white men launch an immediate' attack, be came a hostage, together with some of his men who accompanied him. The next morning the Indian village waa found to be deserted, although fires were still smould ering. Underwood continues: 'Soma of the boys from The Dalles (they were called the -40 thieves) could beat the Indians at their own game. They said, 'We will have breakfast soon.' . . . . They dag down a foot or two And found a cAche under every one of those fires, brass kettles, and all Kinas oi utensils and clothing; wheat, peas . . . and all kinds of Indian grub. We fed our horses. ate all we wanted and threw the rest into the fires.' 'Later one of the hostages tried escape. In the scrimmage which to June 22, 1908 District Attorney John H. Me- Nary going to Albany tomorrow to try case In volving the legality of the bank holidays declared by governor during hard times last year; defendant, on trial when holidays declared. avra hu bondsman not liable because trial was not resumed during three days governor forgot to declare holidays. BITS for BREAKFAST i : By R. J. HENDRICKS- Yesterdays ... Of Old Salem Town Talks from The States man of Earlier Days Between May 19. 1905. when law went into effect requiring automobiles to be licensed, and May 19. 1906. 275 licenses Issued Salem; 168 in 1906-07, and 571 In 1907-08 to date. Dr. James Withycombe of Ore gon Agricultural college, stops in Sslem en route to Butteville for an address to the grange on div ersified farming. June 22. 1029 Willamette Valley Oil A Gas company starts new oil well drill ing on A. Boutin place near St. Paul. Director and clerk elected in Talbot school district refuse to serve; Mary L. Fulkerson. county superintendent, calls on them to 'live up to their obligations." NEW YORK. Caught in maelstrom of Wall street rumors. Zimmersan and Forshsy. one ot oldest stock exchange members, loreed to wall; bad break comes in stock market. resulted,. Warren Keith, one of the men in Underwood's squad " 'Shoved the muzzle ot his gun against the breast of the chief, pushed him over and held him to the ground. . . All hands turned out and tied the prisoners hand and foot. ... As we marched up the road next morning our posi tion with the prisoners was about the center of the column, then fol lowed the wagon train, and last the rear guard. . . Next I saw a dead Indian lying on the hillside. I pointed .him out to old Pepe. who shook his head.' . S S "About 2 in the afUrnaerfl, near the ranch of a Frenchman named Ramo. there was heavy fighting, and the prisoners, now unbound, presented something ot a problem. Underwood writes: " 'I saw OIney (the Indian agent) coming along and said to him. 'What shall I do wUh these prisoners?' He said. Tie them and put them in the house. I then or dered the men to take them oft and tie them. Old Pepe said. 'No tie men; tie-4ogs and horses.' The boys pulled them off their horses and commenced to tie them. Champoeg Jim resisted and cut old Ike MUIer (battalion sergeant major) in the arm. Then all com menced to fight. . . . Some one grabbed a gun and shot old Jim. and soon there were eight or 10 guns going. . . . Down they all went except the 15-year old boy who was climbing up my stirrup leather. . . OIney had gone about 100 yards away when he heard the shooting. He came back and as he rode up he drew his revol ver and fired a shot Into old Pepe and said, 'You old rascal. I am satisHed now.' - "The esrs of Peopeomoxmoz were then cut off. Preserved in a Jar, they were on exhibition at Salem for several years. "Under date of April 18, 1903. H. F. Holden writes: 'I also re member the incident of Dr. Shaw cutting off Peopeomoxmox's ears. I was an eye witness to this, al though I have never said much about it." "Of Peopeomoxmox, Dr. Wil liam C. McKay said: " 'The Walla Walla chief was a very prominent man in his day. no was empnaucally a chief amongst all tribes. . . His son Eli jah was very much of a man. That was a tragical end he met in Cal ifornia, a cold-blooded murder. The old chief never couid over look it. . . Dr. McLoughlln had gTeat regard for Peopeomoxmox ... He (the Walla Walla chief) wa at the time of Dr. Whitman's massacre on the Columbia river near or about at the Priests Rap ids. The fact of the matter is thst; but few knew anything of it tiir after the act was accomplished, except those that participated In the murder.' "In a letter written to Eva Em ery uye. January zg. 1892, Mrs. Archibald McKinlay says: 'Peopeomoxmox (means Yel low Bird) that was his Indian name, but the Hudson's Bay com pany called him Yellow Serpent . . . At the time ot the Cayuse war he supplied the troops with beet from his own cattle and did not join the Cayuses although his wife was a Cayuse woman. I be lieve he never got any pay for a!l the cattle the troops killed .... After the war they put the In dians on the reserve and wanted to put Peopeomoxmox on also, but be said he was not a hog to be put in a pen and to be red by the whites, he would not go and when the Yakima war started he joined them but soon after he came with a white flag and the men let him come in the camp and had a talk with him, thea they killed him.' " So concludes this series. Mrs. McKinlay. who told Mrs. Dye that Peopeomoxmox meant yellow bird instead of yellow serpent, should be considered good authority. 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