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VSERIALY I Carboy, when he next desired the services of Roger Hews he was in formed that the gentleman had gone east, leaving no address. oAn Pleir to octillions By Frederick Reddale c. Author tf "The Other cjllan" etc Illustrations by Ray Walters lCopyiio"i. "1" J. B. Lii'pmcott Co.) SYNOPSIS. , Andy Meleen, nsed and eccentric mil lionaire miner, is dyins mid orders his attorney to draw up a will leaving all his property to the son of a sister from whom he whs separated years before and of whose name even 'he is it;fiorant. Andy tells the attorney tluvt tie was married in his youth, hut left his wifof fti a quar rel in which he struck her.- h learned afterwa-l that she rn1 his- daughter were dead. TJie S"ene shifts to New York, introduoinii Wilfrid Stennis. who is tell ing liis fiance, Eunice Trevecca, what he would do if he were the possessor of twenty or fifty millions.- CHAPTER III. The exigencies of the story carry us Westward once more. The scene Is the San Francisco office of Messrs. Carboy, Passavant & Cozine. The time, six weeks subsequent to the funeral of Andrew Meleen. There en ters to the private room of our old friend, Phineas Carboy, a certain Roger Hews, who at sundry and divers times acted in the capacity of confi dential agent for the firm; even a lit tle defective work came occasionally in his line; a quiet, sleek, unobtrusive sort of fellow outwardly, straw-colored as to hair and closely trimmed whis kers, soberly dressed, aged about thirty-five, agile as a mountain cat, shifty as a red fox, and a walking ad vertisement of the truth of that old' adage about still waters running deeply. "When did you get back?" quoth Mr. Carboy, with a nod. "Last night, sir." "How did you find those matters In Pennsylvania?" "Quite satisfactory, I should say. "Everything seems to be about as you expected." "Concerning Mrs. Meleen, now: Were you able to confirm her mar riage and subsequent decease?" "The woman died on the 10th of October, '63, and was buried In Nanti coke township. I could find no record of her marriage to Mr. Meleen." These statements were perfectly true on their face. "And the child what of the child?" "There was no record of either its birth or death." This was a deliberate lie! "That's awkward," exclaimed Mr. Carboy. "Meleen distinctly stated that there was a child. How do you account for the discrepancy?" "Very simply. If the mother died In travail and the child with her, as I inferred from your instructions, ' there might naturally have been no record of the infant's entrance into or departure from the world. In all likelihood the baby would not even be named." "That's not altogether improbable," assented the lawyer, scratching his nose. "But the point is a vital one. It is hardiy likely that Meleen could have been mistaken in his belief, and yet Are you altogether sure of your facts?" "Perfectly," was the unflinching re ply. Which was lie number two. "Any collateral evidence on the mat ter, such as neighborhood gossip or the recollections of the oldest inhabi tant?" "Notbfr.g of the sort that I could discov r," f-aid the unblushing Hews. This was lie number three! "No o:,e seemed to remember An drew Z.'.f: n or his wife," he went on. y'.:.z s'-ibiy, "which i3 not sur prising if. as you led me to infer, he CHAPTER IV. A rainy November day In New York, the trees of the parks and squares shrouded In mist and dripping with moisture, the pavements shining with wet and the gutters running full. Altogether a thoroughly wretched day, and a very proper morning for ly ing late abed with one's pipe and the Sunday paper. So thought Wilfrid Stennis, thnnklng the gods for the one blessed day in seven made for tired men, when it was not necessary to turn out and hurry downtown. It was characteristic of the desultory and fragmentary reading habits of the young man that he regularly consumed assimilated would be too strong word the hybrid contents of the av erage Sunday sheet: News, scandals fashionable, and sporting intelligence foreign affairs, and editorials. Re ligiously would he wade through every numbered section, from the "Lost-and Found" column to the "Shipping Items." On this particular Sunday,' he had pursued the usual routine, saving the "Personals" to the last, chuckling over their various gaudy baits for the un wary, and wondering If the affection ate blonde young lady with a good dis position and a ditto figure ever suc ceeded in meeting or catching her elusive affinity. ' He had lazily made his way about half-way down the first column when he came to the following; INFORMATION WANTED. CONCERN in.? the whereabouts, if living, of Martha Meleen, formerly of Cardiff, Wales, who emigrated to the United States about IStiO; or, should she have married and is now deceased, of her de scendants, if any. A liberal reward will De paid on application to Carboy, Passa vant & Cozine, Temple Court, New York city. Welsh papers please copy. Wilfrid Stennis read it idly at first and with unseeing mind. Then the name "Martha Meleen" caught his truant attention, and with bated breath, pipe suspended In air he read the thing through again, taking in every detail. "Martha Meleen!" he ejaculated half aloud, letting the paper fall; "moth er's maiden name, by all that's holy! I wonder what's up?" He jumped out of bed, walked to the window, and took a survey of the dreary vista of Washington square and its arch, all ghostly in the fog, in order to clear his mental vision and confirm the Impression that he was really wide awake. Then he picked up the paper and again read the notice all through. "Hanged if I kno?-what to make of it!" he exclaimed, hurrying Into some clothes. Taking the paper, and carefully creasing It at the proper place, he was and if, sever Tr-j. U-i r; .: t.'-J'-'i . .- ' t !., . ... :. t r '' "- kl -'. i k .... .. :!' s - . Y -. - - V.r : !.: I? -TV. ". : of if.- ? ifr. .. ; ' - ' ' l:-4 v.-.' ' prcv-o t!ra 1 like .-. about to i-.-.y was a iihr.r.,' "pan oiit ' to Dims if. y Some Lat ' a comn.on mineworker, ,! to be undisputed, he i the place." -r'ri." Carboy admitted. He j .'if! 'I' rrre in Roger Hews, Ciin one occasion had vay s.e. rXls to be clear .'..-M.- for the missing '-r r.-xt of kin. Martha : .'. ..-..in probability, has t.-'. r.er ro-.s the Great 7 was the next . -1 J'.'.i' r Hews in '. ti.e fact that -1 -.; . . .on dollars were --) :-jt l'.ui no interest : . ?v-r!or covered a of a t lot which had Irs goal the ; r: - 4 4 ;;rand:zement 'ti t.i.i report to oerately sup- - e ; :. ; had cheerfully '. 'I V;t he bad thus -. 'r ri-poged In l.( 7"":ir.g'y rubber- ' - '. ' a ;,.t. He was ' s v 'z of lit life. It . ;... ar.d tr.'ght not h c.-f.t y g be admitted :. js worth trying, to the fc..r;.f ie of Mr. Chuckling Over Their Various Gaudy Baits for the Unwary. went across the hall, and after knock ing at a certain door, unceremoniously entered without being bidden. A young fellow of about his own age was oc cupied precisely as Stennis had been a quarter of an hour before their ideas of comfort on a wet Sunday evi dently coinciding to a hair. "Here, Matt, old man, read this, and tell us what you think of it," said Wilf. The "old man," who happened to be Stennis' junior by three or four years, took the paper handed to him and read the momentous advertisement through twice. Then, handing back the sheet: "Well, what about it?" he said. "The name my mother, you know!" exclaimed Stennis; "her name was Meleen before she was married. She was from Cardiff, too, now I come to think of it!" "The devil you say!" ejaculated Stanley Matthews, dropping a pair of pajama-clad extremities over the edge of the bed. "Read it out loud, will you?" Wilfrid complied. "Seems as if you were the 'descend ants' right enough; guess you're the fellow they're after, Wilf. When are you going to surrender yourself?" "Nonsense!" exclaimed Stennis testily. "What does it mean, any how?" "Doesn't say anything about 'return and all will be forgiven,' does it?" in quired the incorrigible Matthews. "You go to the devil!" said the badgered Wilfrid as he flung out of the room, banging the door. "I ll take it around and show it to Eunice," be said to himself; "it's Just about time to catch her coming home from church; she'll be able to guess what it means." Which was a rery sanguine estimate of the girl's powers atlivining the hidden significance In a purposely blind advertisement such as that which Messrs. Carboy, Passa vant & Cozine had cautiously inberted. Naturally, Eunice was no wiser tnan wnr at solving tho temporary mystery, but his excitement proved contagious, and with an unwonted flush in her pretty cheeks she scanned the lines over and over again. "Oh, we can't tell what it signifies! sne at length exclaimed. "You will see these people in the morning. Wilf It's of no use worrying or exeking ourselves In the meantime." This was such an eminently sen sible view of the matter that Wilfrid was fain to acquiesce. Yet this tern porary shelving of the difficulty did not prevent them from recurring again and again to the fascinating topic all through the remaining hours of that momentous Sabbath.. , . . Under the rather skifful otiestlon Ing of Eunice Wilfrid recalled many nair-torgotten fragments of bis. moth er's history, but nothing that seemefl to shed any light on the possible or probable motive bebindi..the newspa per notice. ' " ' Bright and early on the,, ensuing nionaay morning," on his way to the store, Wilfrid called at Temple court. Of course, be was hours too early: a sulky and stupid boy was the sole rep resentative of the majesty of the law in the quarters occupied by that emi nent trio, Carboy, Passavant & Cozine of New York, Chicago and San Francisco. So there was nothing for It but to curb his impatience and wait for the noon hour, when he would be nt lib erty for a brief spell. . At the second attempt he was more fortunate, and had the satisfaction of, sending in his name on a slip of paper to the resident member of the firm. Mr. Horatio Passavant, with the state ment that he had called in answer to the advertisement in the paper of the day before. He was immediately ushered into an inner office. 'This is a quicker nibble than we dared expect, Mr. ah Stennis, quoth the great man, puffing ponder ously, and waving him to a seat. "May inquire in what way you are lnter- sted?" I am the son of the late Martha Meleen," said Wilfrid simply. "Ah, yes, very pertinent, of course, Glad to know you, Mr. er Stennis. But the proofs, now. In such a case as this, you see, with co-los-sal . Inter ests at stake, we have to proceed with the utmost circumspection. You fol low me, do doubt?" "If by 'proofs' you mean to question that I am what I say," began Wilfrid, getting hot under the collar, "why " Mr. Horatio Passavant deprecating ly waved a fat hand liberally studded with rings. "In the law, young sir, every statement must be substantiated by proofs unless It be axiomatic. You assert that you are the son of Martha er Stennis, born Meleen. I ask you for proofs such as the cer tificate of your mother's marriage, the register of your own birth and par entage, the official evidence of your mother's death all very simple mat ters in these days of carefully kept statistics, but vital, my dear sir, es sentially vital." "This old fellow likes to hear him self talk," was Wilfrid's irreverent inward comment as he listened to the deliberately well-measured periods, de livered with due oratorical effect, as though the speaker were addressing a jury. But aloud he said, . with a smile: "I haven't brought them with me, not knowing what might be required, or, indeed, what . was the object of your advertisement; but all the things you speak of ought to be easily ob tained. My mother was married in this city, I was born here, and here she and my father died." "Very sensibly put could not have presented it better myself," said Mr. Passavant soothingly, nodding his bald head like a mandarin image, thereby bringing into prominence no less than three separate and distinct double chins. "Now, as to your mother's place of nativity: You say she was born in New York?" "I didn't say so,"sWilfrid impulsive ly blurted out; "she .was a native of Cardiff, in Wales." "Yes, yes, to be sure. And your fa ther, now: Was he a Welshman?" "My father was a New Yorker; lie died when I was veryjtyoung, and I can hardly remember him. Mother was a widow for over 20 years. I was her sole support nearly all that time." "Exactly; kind and dutiful son, and all that sort of thing," commented Mr. Passavant, beaming benignly. "Hut had your mother no relatives to whom she could appeal for assistance?" The question was asked in the dry kgal tone, as one of , no special momtit, the questioner absently fingering soma paper on the desk before him. (TO BE CONTINUED.) CAP and IQLIL9 STILL HE MISSED SOMETHING Suburban Amateur Gardener Who Had Improved Small Estate Is Given Severe Jolt. He was a suburban amateur garden er, whose mission In life was to bore all his friends by asking them down for week-ends, and showing them round his three-feet-by-two estate. Just now he was boring Jackson, from the office. He showed him his four rose trees; he howed him his pocket' shrubbery; he showed him his half-inch fountain jet, with its little basin and pair of gold- sh; he showed him his summer house, which would almost admit two persons at one and the same time. "Never know what you can do with a bit of ground till you try!" cackled the host, rubbing his hands gleefully, "Quite so quite so!" returned Jack- eon, absently. "But I think you might Improve it" "How?" questioned the owner, be- twene gratification and wounded pride, "Well,," replied Jackson, "why dqn' you take a strip off the flower bed say, four inches wide turf it over, and -on vert it into golf links?" IF i n ii i TIMELY SUGGESTIONS THAT WILL HELP THE HOSTESS pi Giving Away a Trade Secret. "I want you to notice that man over there." -"What's peculiar about him?" "He's well off and he got his start as a window dresser." "A what?" "Don't you understand? He fixed up displays In the front windows of stores so as to attract a crowd. I've seen people almost f ghting- for a chance to look at them." "That takes skill." "Skill nothing! All he did was to put pictures of prize fighters in ring costume here and there among the exhibits." Minus the Price. "Do you think there is any chance of my poem appearing in your maga zine?" asked the bard. "I'm without so much as a quarter in money." "Before you told me your financial situation I thought there might be some chance of your poem appearing in our magazine," answered the hard hearted editor, "but now I see no hope, "ur advertising rates are $5 an Inch." LOCK 'EM OUT. What Is Education? "Education," says Prof. Huxley, "is the instruction of the Intellect in the laws of nature, under which name include not merely things and their .forces, but men and their ways; and the fashioning of the affections and of the will into an earnest and loving desire to move in harmony witb 'hose laws. For me, education means neith er more or less than this. Anything which professes to call itself education must be tried by this standard; and if it falls to stand the test. I will not call it education, whatever may be the force of authority, or of numbers, upon the other side." Greetings for the New Year. Child df eternity, child of the Bilence, Fair New Year, Wise with the wisdom aages have left thee, Bend thine ear: Lift up the veil that covers thy features, Strange New Year. " Rainbow a promise over the darkness. Lest we fear.- Bury our yesterdays, foolish and empty, Fathoms deeor Leaving the mound unmarked, untended, Where thav nit-en Thenshall the morrows And ua valiant,.. Scorning fear, Meeting thy glance with glance unr daunted, Glad New Yearl This charming welcome to the New Vear was written some time ago by Ellen Burns Sherman. May we all meet this first day of 1911 with cour age and confidence, forgetting all the sadness and sorrow, remembering only the joy and gladness in the days that are past. ' We all need to forget, it is an art much in need of cultivation, especially our social life. To be a gracious hostess, to keep our entertainment simple, to extend true hospitality is an end and aim worthy of all. Madame Merri's great wish Is to come closer to every reader of the department, to be a real friend . and a real helper in every problem that comes to puzzle either old or young, rich or poor. If cases need Immediate attention, please send a self-addressed stamped envel ope, otherwise questions and answers will appear In the department as soon as possible after being received; space being limited, it Is often several weeks before they appear. May this New Year bring health, happiness, joy and peace to all. "God bless us, every ne." small articles, like a ring, heart, wish bone;, thimble, button, coin, etc, are concealed.,, A New Year's Toast. Here's to the old year, drink bovs. drink. Here's to the days that have fled. ' Old. friends, old wine, old memories; Drink to the Joys that are dead. Here's to the New Year atretchlnir ahead. To the days that are blithesome and sav. May the joys of the old be the Joys of the new, It's sorrows fade gently away. A New Year's Party. All over the world New Year's day Is a Joyous season and the custom of giving presents Is a most ancient one. In olden days the Romans carried gifts of dates and figs wrapped In gold leaf to their senators with small bits of money. In the time of Shakespeare there were some very odd gifts asso ciated with New Year's day, among them, an orange stuffed with cloves, or a gilt nutmeg. Perhaps with this in nlnd a clever young hostess has de vised this party to be given during the week. The Christmas greens will be left up as it will be before the 6th when, according to tradition, they must all be burned as will be seen in the description of the "Twelfth Night" party. In the dining room the table Is to be in yellow, with a small tree for a centerpiece trimmed with gilt tinsel and small crepe paper oranges, each one containing a small gift; in gilded walnut shells on the tree, there will be a "wish" for each guest. In fact the hostess calls it a "wish tree." The favors are to be dainty calendars, with the ice cream a "Prophecy" cake Is to appear, containing a number of Twelfth Night Party. The 6th of January is "Twelfth Night," or "old Christmas," and offers opportunities for a party out of the usual order. In England and many places on the continent Twelfth Night was the time to hold the most elabor ate masque balls. An Immense cake was always served containing a ring, and the "king" or "queen" for the evening was the guest fortunate enough to obtain It, In his tory we read how Mary, Queen of Scots, honored her maid, Mary Seaton, by robing her In her own royal ap parel to be the "Queen of Twelfth Night." Tradition says that on this night every vestige of Christmas green must be taken down and burned. This peace offering to witches and evil spir its assures "good luck" to the house hold throughout the year. Invitations for a ixth of January party afford a chance for the pen and Ink artist to show her Bkill; witches, bonfires with holly wreaths and Christ mas trees for fuel are appropriate sub jects for the cards. If there is no open fireplace for the burning of the greens, there may be a back yard even to the city apartment, here they may be burned with due ceremony. A chafing dish supper or oyster roast, with coffee and cider, not' for getting the cake, are most suitable for Twelfth Night parties. Half the fun Is to permit the guests to take down the greens from pictures and windows, even to stripping the Christmas tree of Its branches. The cracking fire caused by the pine tree boughs gives a fine blaze for roasting marshmallows. Re quest each guest to tell a story or glvs a toast while his or her special armful is burning. MADAME MERRI. For dancing frocks for young girls the bordered chiffons or plain or flow ered nets made over china silk offer splendid possibilities at a low cost. With street suits there are invaria bly carried muffs. Thesa can be of fur, of combinations of clot and fur, entirely of cloth or velvet and of satin and lace. Among the newest hatpfnB are those mounted with birds' heads, small tufts of fancy feathers, a pair of tiny outspread wings and a hun dred and one other varieties. Black velvet holds first place; then comes myrtle green; "paton," named from the grayish tan of the dog In "Chantecler," and a soft golden brown are the favorite colors. Frocks of velvet have been so much worn that little costumes of tweed, serge or other woolens are a trifle more novel. The divided skirt worn In Paris Is certainly practical and might well be adopted for hard wear. Striking Design Hiram Hayrick (at the country store) I see thet this here Panama canal is goin' to be a lock canal. Jonas Meadows Thet's good. Then they kin lock these derned furrlnerg out. Lessons 0f Experience. About all experience seems to teacb some people is the fool notion that they can do It again without getting hurt. Atchison Globe. No Use Putting It Off. It la always easier to do an unplear act thing today than to-morrow. Many Countries Speak Spanish. Spanish is the official language ot 22 nations or eU' Just Hake. Prospective Customer What fish is that?" Illiterate Fishmonger That's 'ake, sir. Prospective Customer Oh, Indeed. Toothache or headache? Illiterate Fishmonger Neither, sir It's 'ake all over, -sir. 1 it tilts. Fanciest Ever. New Boarder Haven't you got any fancy dishes here? Rural Landlord Sure thing! Mame, bring the gentleman that mustache cup your grandfather used to use. uck. the His Whim. English Walter Which elde of table do you wish to sit on, sir? American Guest I prefer to sit on chair Tit-Bits. Physically Impossible. "I am told that Miss Prettyface nalnts." "There Is no color for the charge. A Worse Plight. "Did your servant leave you without warning?" "Yes; likewise without spoons." V I' . fVJSt-A iff i',IVWllTllWM' -'fetv mm h ' Ml M ill i m y M V Hi 1 Large Black Velvet Hat, Crown of Oppoeum, Cluster of Dull Silver Chry santhemums In P