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Treasury Department, Offlco of the Comp troller of tbe Currency, Washington, D. 0.. January 16, 1903, Whereas, by satisfactory evi dence presented to the undersigned. It has been made to appear that tbe First National Bank of Pendleton, in tbe city of Pendleton. In tbe county of Umatilla and state of Oregon, baa complied with all of tbe provisions of the "Act of Congress to ecablo Natfonal Hanking Associations to extend their corporate exis tence, and for other purposes," approved July 112 1882 Now,' therefore. I, William B Bldgely. Comp troller of tbe Currency, do heroby certify that The First Natfonal Bank of Pendleton," In the City of Pendleton, in tbe county of Uma tilla and state of Oregon, is authorized to bave succession for tbe period specified In Its amen ded articles ot association, namely, until clow of business on January 16, 1922. In testimony whereof, witness my hand and Seel of office this sixteenth day of January, 1902. WM. B. BIDOKLY, Comptroller of tbe Currency, HE MAN WHO WAS MUSTERED OUT.- BY LEO CRANE CopjTlfcUt, 1001, by Io Crane. 6 The Rninll column of rough looking men that wound In single file through the tangled jungle was nil that re- mnlned of the once mighty Twelfth. I It hnd dwindled to this-handful hi the I space of nine months, and no doubt I when the wet senson began even the skeleton would have room for fresh i recruits, providing nlwnys the rebels. I who lay hidden iu the wild grasses, would allow the fever time enough. A i rebel in the wild grass is as certain as the fever, and much quicker. Nine months before the Twelfth had landed from the rusty red transport Southern Queen and had marched with a swinging step over the wet sand., The straggly line of palms skirting the beach swallowed them, and from that moment the decimation began. For n time they idled In the hot sun at Qunlmas, where they ate fruit, sickened, n few died nnd the rest re covered to curse the heat and to won der why they didn't go up country. Then they went up country and the rebels amusfil them grimly. This for nine months. The Twelfth wns thor oughly tired out. "Don't you wish you were golu home, Connelly?" asked a man trudg-! lug behind a great tall chap. "Home! Do you ever expect to get home? Bosh!" "Do you menu San Pedro or do you mean the real home?" asked another. "Why, I meant home, ncross the water, where the people are of the white brand, nnd where there's hot biscuits, nnd a bed, nnd elenn water nnd uirls. Oil! I meant home!" t Harrison looked nt the man and ! shook his head strangely. "Don't git that way often. Fnrsons; H affects the head so." ! "But I But I had a dream last night nnu we were all goln' home." i "Funny dream, that," said Martin. I "xviin- rnn wnnt Is n cood stiff dose i rf millllnn until ntiiin' lik-n twpntv-flve ' grains." ' "No doubt the poor lad's nerves are gone," said another, "all jangled and j out of tune." ' I "Wish 1 could dream, though," ' growled Connelly. "There's lots of ', ! things I'd dream about there's" But I i i . na ..,.....,. tit UOIineny Uroue UU Willi ll minium mi his throat. The things he would dream j i about were evidently not for the ears ; of the regiment. "You'd dream about what?" asked a man. But his question went unanswered, i The straggly line of men emerged from the shadow and came to where ' they could see the white huts of San i Pedro glaring In the tropical sun. , "Seems to me there's somethin' a-go-In on down there," said Martin. "There Just Is that," replied Ilarrl the sun and ' ' son, shading his eyes from gazing at the town's gate. utsniuu u x uuu i .. ; "XZZtTSZe. and. besides. oi,D .".. " n, nc h-iivii' nr i arsons, you're nlwnys bellein, and Parsons, drenmln' things." "But If it Is maybe we'll go to some place farther down the const. Maybe we'll see soinethln' new. Mnybe" "Well, nln't you done with mny bein'V" The tall man looked nt the questioner nnd replied slowly "Ann mnyue we u go nome; It seemed to stun the lot of thorn. One gasped and turned pale. Home! They had never given that a thought. Home? While the rebels were yet limTrnuuu,u , 1 ,f, rirosf aucii u w.v. uuyilling Ol noiu ueioru uukhii iu nuijj to a wonderful tune of his own: "We're goln' bomel We're goln' hornet Our ship Is at the shore. And you can pack your harersack, Fur we won't come back no more. Oh, we won't come back no more, my boys, We wou't come back no more!" and the whole rauk took up the burden of the chorus: "Oh, we won't come back no more, my boys, We won't come back no more!" With n quickened step, born of the , swinging meter of the song, the j Twelfth marched to the town'B little j gate. The hot sun, the tropical smell, the petty Ills nnd the quinine were nil forgotten In their curiosity to lenm why a strnngo sentry paced forwnrd ! nnd back before the place, Like so many statues tuey wniteu ior ne lieutenant to renppenr from the com mander's hut. lie camo out with n smile on his face. "The Twelfth Is mustered out!" A yell went skyward thnt mnde the vines rustle nnd above all the rest big Connelly bawled: "Hurrah! Hurruh! We're goln' tome." Five men Burrounded a pair of the new guard nud begged from them an old newKiinnor. -. -r - -' "Look here, Connelly" "What? Newspapers? Gltnrae one! What n find! A newspaper!" T S'poso you almost forgot there wan such a thing." "Perhaps. Sec If there's anything from home." "Home? Where d'you live anyway, Connelly?" "Gloucester." "Why, thnt'B In Massachusetts." "Of course, dunnnyhouse! Look fer the news, will you?" "What's the date? Five mouths old. this paper! Gloucester Gloucester tere 'tis Gloucester: 'Mau killed at the town hall last night now that's what I call an In terestlnc piece of news, sccln' as we don't know what a killln' is. 'George Hall convicted of stealin' from Nathan Forrest that sounds like home 'Mnrrinfp'-Mint's very homelike 'Bill Thompson dead; leaves forty thousand dollars.' That's nil, Connelly, from 1 Gloucester " ' "Humph! Who's married?" ; iamiuou wioo and' "- "You lie! Let me see that: ' "What in the name of nation is tlfo matter with you, Connelly?" "You're right, Parsons, that's all! That's all!" And big Connelly, the man with an Intense longing for home, bent down Ids head and walked with a swagger to the far end of the town. The next morning, when the bugle called the men of the Twelfth from the dingy white huts, they sprang forth with alacrity. "We're a mighty slim crowd com pared to nil that came up, ain't we?" "Well. I should say! There was Sam Johnson and Jerry Fntterson. Bill Williams, Harry Carter but what's the use in countlu' 'em? all gone, and ioofl bovs. too. all cood boys. But. then, tlint's what we 'listed fur." "And we're the lucky dogs! I wouldn't be one of them fellers want's come to relieve us no, not fer a cool million. Would you, Connelly?" "1 don't know," replied Connelly wearily. "You don't know?" "Js'o, I don't know." Then the Uncle blnred again. The tall man turned nnd walked to the "suing uoubu, .Hu.uuj .... -lieutenant and saluted: i eret that they were unable to accept "Well Connellv'!" uur novel. "I-I think I'd'like to stay and enlist j She gulped down something in her with the other regiment sir-and-and throat. Her novel declined! Her firs stav out the -war. You see"- really original work, to which she had f f ti. itintnnnnt i.,.,.mo n' civen the leisure hours of six years! a stone mask and for n moment he stured fixedly. Then, remembering his rank, he said kindly: "If you think so, Connelly, you may report to Major Southern." The Twelfth marched out and the last man, looking back from a distant hill, saw a forlorn figure watching by ltri V!1 nn4.i TTjrk tvn voil o I net flirt. uiu um m.mv u.ui well to tu man in the sun painted landscape. ic. a iciiow oy nis sine sunn- . .. - A. ed to hum again the song of the swing ing meter: "Oh, w're goln' home! We're coin' home! Our ship is at" "Oh, shut up!" growled out the man. The skeleton of the Twelfth, minus one of the larger bones, inarched on in silonce. TnrqnoliiM nnd the MonfjolH, Turquoises are the favorite stones of , a11 thu MoI1o1 rnces "nd nre eel"aI,.v worn In their original state, except by misift.n tl'SlllWirt YVlin lift Vft flllllll roUK,lllv cm nmi wclir them mixed with. and coral. Both U,e Tibetan. meu luul W0Ilie" ornameiu uieuiseivcs t.-nnloS tl.o men woarlnc1 . .v.. them attached t5 their single gold ear-j I rings, which are worn In the right ear, , only. j i The women of Lndakh carry their j fortunes on their bentls, in tne snape of n broad strip of red cloth stuuueu J with huge turquoises, which, starting nfl nnd h nenpy t0 tUe Wfti8t ,lCBe fe nR th nre cnUed 60uie. nfl mwh nB 20 By tue , r .,,,, thn. tl,ml!oiSpS ,. nrnfnr. i red thiit have little black specks on 'them, which show their genuineness. ( for eyeu ,u U(, w,ub ()f centra, Asia the spotless blue composition emanat lug from Europe Is offered for sale, the , bazaar at Darjcoilng being uootieu wun ! The Bhutla women In the Darjeellng I district wear quaint brass ornaments ; covered with chip turquoises, which are cheap, but the Mongolians have the, i embossed silver plates which iorm , such n becoming headgear, studded with really line turquoises, for which ; the owners have to give valuable furs Iu exchange. Cornhill. The Ilote Not. Betel uuts, the produce of the arecn nnlm n pn nlil,flt ucnfl nn n timet lAtini jfl. 1 .... 1 . t U villbUJ V. .J . . ' . lllj.ll.l.LUI J by the natives of the east. They nre too small to be applied to many orna mental uses, but are occasionally em ployed by tho turner and wrought Into bends for brncelots. small rosnry cases nnd other little fancy articles. In the Museum of Economic Botnny at Kcw there Is a walking stick made of these nuts, sliced, mounted or supported on an Iron center. Didn't net Oia Credit. "I was sorry I sent Ellen such an fxpeuslve wedding present" "Why wero you?" "Why, she went nud placed them on exhibition without tho donor's cards." rhlladelplitn Bulletin. OOAAOOAAOOAAOOAAOOAAOOAACg 1 ON THE 1 REBOUND ' By GARFIELD MACNEAL Copyright, 1001, liy Garfield MacNenl. 8VCK5VTCOTTOOTT007VCOVTOtv t mi.,,, rrviniivpU nwoke on the morning of her thirtieth birthday to the sickening consciousness thnt she wns an old maid. She parted tne cretonne curtains of her bed, curtains covered with red roses, suggestive of summer sunshine, nnd turned her eyes toward the window. n nt against the panes and dull gtaj skj proclaimed n cheerless November day. Sue sighed. Then, stretching out n cii.ii.niv arm. she took a silver hand u...., .. mirror from the nearby dressing tabic and carefully studied her features. In the langunge of Shakespeare she saw "no deeper wrinkles yet." face long and oval, patrician In outline nnd expression, skin rather olive, eyes brown, deep nnd luminous, n mouth gen- erously molded, and n wealth of brown hair. On tne wnoie ii wns a iiuuiwt face and ono of character. Dropping the mirror on the bed, sue called, "Lois!" A French maid, neat, trim and smiling, uppoared with the breakfast tray. "Ah, mn'm'selle! A thousand con gratulations on your birthday." "My thirtieth, Lois! But thank you just the same." "Mn'm'selle is still young, and al ready fame has como to you. And when your novel is published the world will be nt your feet," said Lois with a comprehensive sweep indicating, the world. "Oh, yes, the novel," murmured her mistress, sitting up nnd starting in on her coffee and rolls, while the maid laid a bundle of letters and manu scripts on the bed. Miss Tread well opened the one bulky package and looked at the accompany- I v l.irtm. Tf wnc frnni n irroat nub- lug letter. ! t r i t i. ....... 11 (wiifAaolurr fV. Truly, this was a most delightful birth day gift. "Lois," she said and her voice trem bled "Lois, my novel has been de clined." "All. mn'm'selle, I am too sorry" wlth quick sympathy "but some other publisher will accept It." Her mistress shook her head. "1 , , T 0i.0ii " i.oi m.-..u u uut b - , : ,n.,l.-n o llvltirr nfr tlinK" TllPll Kllft tHHl- make a living at that." Then she add ed reflectively, "my life has been a failure." Lois protested. She worshiped her mistress. "Mn'm'selle has been suc cessful. You have a pretty apartment and everything you want." "Other women, too, have pretty apartments and everything they want." "All, yes, but they did not work for ! them," snld Lois with a worldly shrug i ns slie went lu response to the electric 1...tt ...l.t..1. ..i- il.t .tn.mi4- Ktimrw1 ioudlv , the hall. 8I,- wltIl n UUKe whlte i,ox "Flowers, mn'm'selle, ami a ., ',.,,. iiviivt nnu ntiivi iii j,ss Trendwell cut the ribbon that IC$ the box nnd disclosed a mass of violets. They seemed to look up at j10l. tenderly yet shrlnkingly ns she j)ent over them. With a sigh of pleas tire she took the note and studied the bold hand writing of the superscrip tion. Iler heart jumped. Surely It wns Jack's! Dear old Jack had re membered her! She slit ncross the end of the en velope while her fingers trembled nnd eagerly unfolded the paper. "Denr Lillian," she read, "mny I hope that this remembrance of your birthday will prove that I have not forgotten you? I have been In town , two (lavB- j. fiec,u.eci your address from G.'s Magazine and send these dowers t0' warn you thnt I aui coming t0 VIUie your sanctum sanctorum und tiUk over oId UlueSi Always your frlctld Jack Ainsworth.V She started up, scattering letters nnd manuscripts on the Moor. "Lois," she said decidedly, "I want you to lay out my new morning gown, the sea green one with the train." Sitting down nt her dressing table, she began a careful toilet. Her thoughts wore busy with the past. Jack had been her girlhood friend In the little Inland town where they were both born and bred. Again she was tweuty-four and ho wns twenty-six. Why had he never spoken? She knew he loved her, nnd, perhaps, she had loved him, too, then. But when her mother's death left her alone in the world, sho was" seized with the desire to come to New York to try her for tune. Jack had advised against it, but a strange perversity made her deaf to his warnings. At first they had kept up a corre spondence. Soon even that link was bro ken ns sho was drawn more nnd more Into the ubsorumg wum ot newspaper nnd magazine work. For llvo years no letters had pushed between them. To b sure sh had heard of him Indirect- lv, how he grndnnrty. rorgen nncno from clerk In the railroad office to manager of the whole system, nnd she hnd been glnu for his sake. And now, after all this time, they wero to meet. She wondered what lie would be like. Doubtless he had lost the rresh, boyish beauty she so well remembered, no was past thirty now, she reflected with n sigh. Doubtless, too, his career as n man of affairs had made him brusque nnd cold. She hnd visions of bearded cheek and chlu, nnd nnriinns clnsses! Horrors! Had It really come to that? Well, she would live In the old days, nnd pny no atten tion to externnls. When at last Lois announced thnt Mr. Ainsworth was In the drawing room, she swept t her mirror nnd sur veyed the gim-eful figure reflected there. Iler gown of sea green fell In shimmering folds. Her hnlr wns done beautifully, and some of the violets were, clasped In the silver girdle nt her waist. She could not tail to be satis lied. Thl consciousness helped her to enter tho drawing room with the per feet self possession of n woninn of the world. With outstretched hnnd she greeted him as If they had parted but yesterday. "Jack! How good of you to come to see me on my birthday and to send me these lovely flowers," turning to a center table where tho violets were displayed. .Tack Ainsworth gasped. Could this elegant woman with her perfect hair and silvery voice be his old frleuci t "Lillian," he said, still grasping her hnnd, "Is It really you?" She smiled, and It wns her old smile, "Yes. Jack, it Is I. You see. 1 nm going the way of the world." "Nonsense! Y'ou nre perfect!" he cried vehemently. She was no less charmed. There wns no evidence of beard or glasses, though the boy had grown Into the man tall. nthletic, clean shaven, with strong jaw and deep voice. His honest gray eyes feasted on her beauty. She flushed. "Tell me what you have been doing nil these years. Jack," she said finally "Oh, working hard and following your career." "Y'es," she said, "you have done well for j-ourself and I nm proud of you As for my career, it lias not amounted to much." "Lillian," Ainsworth said, leaning forward eagerly,- "do you know that vou have not written n line I have not read. You ceased to write to me, but 1 did not forget, denr." Miss Trendwell had forgotten the rain and the unfceliug publisher. "Tell me, Jack, what brings you to New York:" she asked. "I have been elected vice president of the road nnd must live here," he re plied. "Then I suppose you will marry and keep up an establishment?" with pretense pf lightness. "I don't know," he -said dubiously "There never was but one girl for me, and she she has achieved fame. She would not think of giving up glory to become the wife of n railroad man." A feeling long dead woke In the wo man. "But she might be willing, Jack if you asked her," she said almost wistfully. "She might gladly give up all her false glory to find real happi ness." "If I thought thnt," said Ainsworth breathlessly, "I'd nsk her iu a minute.' She thought of the novel, of the line! work, of the loueliness of her life which this friend of the past brought sharply before her. "Jack." she said, "I've declded"- She paused, then went on rapidly anserine the violets In her belt, "to give up literature for good." Ainsworth stnrted forward. "Do you really mean It, Lillian?" "Yes, I do," she replied bravely. "But why?" he Inquired, doubting puzzled. She looked up nt him, and be read it in her shining eyes. He leaped forward and folded her In his arms, crushing the violets In his eagerness. "My darling!" was all he could say In trembling tones. As for Miss Trendwell, with that em brace came the realization that woman was not made to live on mlndiloue "Lois," she called, after u little, "bring me the manuscript of my novel." Sho took It from the wonder lug maid and turned to Jack .with radlaut smile. "Come," she cried gay ly "come to my study fire nnd help me make dust und ashes of my literary pretensions." A BoMtou Translation. 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