Independence enterprise. (Independence, Or.) 1908-1969, October 13, 1922, Image 7

Independence enterprise., October 13, 1922, Page PAGE SEVEN, Image 7

Image provided by: Independence Public Library; Independence, OR

About Independence enterprise. (Independence, Or.) 1908-1969 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 13, 1922)

Prev Page of 8 Next Prev Issue Next Text PDF JP2 (3.8 MB) Clip/Print Image

Return to Top

Prev Page of 8 Next Prev Issue Next

Newspaper Page TextOctober 13, 1922 Friday, Page Seven TXTrT7,T)rrTTTT(t7( mrmtinnTiTnn .... . AJ,AffAA 3 y jiui Tectcup A trv-ti T i , CLARA PELAFIELD L lun.) i . .. i ..i n ...1 )!ul1.!'" ....rlmtnntlfiK ol.Jitt. Oh, f",1 .we'd Miff !" t ' 1 l('t Hln -!nl1 "u,r MHrt will. Hi Dnrtlcy-(I-V-. Tlu-y Hvl iwkI door ,1,h,J ,r In llln.tn. Each linUilnlly. They were, In fact. :i mliurl.iinllf" do. . .... unit a LTiiino- , t baby '"' n ,"",,y 'nrl'lu''e' fLlltit-r owned servant, , Hurtle)' "w,",,, Mr":. 1"rt,,,5r . .. .. ..,iiinl Mr. rMrt- i. nwllt'll " """ " " - ljir.jni.-y 'nl- no I Mrw. IHrt y una Aim, ji sir, J'iy. SIT. " ..... ..Uutud M.ilrla ' . . .. ...,i..h ,l,.ilr(l . t r Jell! - - : r.nrti-y w Kiviim pny. ' .. .... llr1 vrHri kl) . l.ttrttn-lrH ir ...i, m chrrry In It. nl r mfiT- ' . tin liorllKV hml iO" ' ... w !,.. ,..r u ill! Irrrin." ui'" " -r dirty. Hup Bin to b mlll !" ,n'nt iul"i- -TtHir1y. IIP ftn- Thurlyr - irtl "'l'l "P ,w0 fr". n2 m i.. ..! very loud, whlrn II1Q ,, i I t ii wry know, tli" way to r " .. i.....n iimlxratlind -riV- I kttl - - - i .!s. . Inn w" "ru""""' " " Wlwrtlpy had , tb "'"7 Ljojout how her aoyiira a" 4 on. w aome trouhU about t- ..i hut Maud hartley waa a dHer Ljt .mnan. eHi.erlally with heathen, Ct it through the window. Hha .n.1 c-l ed. ano tno wein tn.ir - miith the houae. gM found Hop Ring In tiny room, it nn a hos much. A tiny pipe, a Unlit oil l"'iP "d aome niaca pi.ia h . . mm a I .a .i...n,,1 .... hfi tie Mill. f.'.a v ryn and Itrlnned reehiy at ner. L inn w.-nt n.und In the air In a ,lSr manner. It waa juai u a.f Slue had Imagined that the air u her walnt. ur. Irtliv. dreadfully ahfwKeti, in fcirk Into the laundry. "Thit'i what rumea Of OpIUUJ ainoK. i- the uld with ronvhtlon. If a ah j,,t m hiol ni hr drlnklnf." h am Hear ahe would hove to nt- wit to the dovllea herwlf. Hunting bout II"' alH-lvra, Mra. Hartley auddt-n- t rame uiMin her huahand'a Ihlng". reioKiiUfd them Imim-dlatcly by U blmtf-d fhlrta. SucMenly her heart gave a bound. mon the ahlria and rollnra whirn Mr. Imrtlev had done up Iilmwir. aa nn hl -iii.t"iii, al anw a pink allk nlt. And then her heart aeemed to ttind mill. Tlmt pink allk waiat waa Mra. Jet- Itr'i! Mimni.r! Oh. what doe a It mean!" t alilanered, o, forgetting the tloy 3i, ahe (ottered homeward. She had tinned Mr. Hartley too well. She had ft him look after his own laundry, tblrh In the height of confidence In a deroled wife, mid he waa aendlng Mri. Jfilcv's u ! -t with hla (hlngal There vwi no nitataklng that pink illlt alm, which had flaunted llaeir our Innutneriihle unferuieritet! grape Juice. tnliliK. 1 1 let guilt waa dear. Mr. Dartley wna paying for Mra. Jetley'a taundry. Woroe. he waa aendlng U with hla. Wlint a R'-nndal If It became known la Rojierhtown ! She hurried home, her eyea lirlm- using with teara. Hut when alio reicheil the atrip of Inwu before the house Khe recoiled. There ant the monster, with Mr. Jetley on one aide id Mm. Jetley on the olher, amoklng dpiri and drinking cotd drinks, dint lint; and laughing aa If the world had not suddenly tumbled nhout thetr CTr She crept round toward the back of the house under the shelter of the big locust trees. Inside, ahe paused un wtalnly. Mow could she nerve her wlf for the denunciation which It was Mr wifely duty to make? Anil yet it had to be made. She stood In the hall. The voices f the men enme floating out to her. "I guess that's one on you. old man," laughed Jetley. "I found out the place H right, nil right." 'Tou did, confound your "Sure I did, Dnrlley, nnd say I I ft a dozen of the prettiest pleated hlrta you ever saw, a trifle shop "Hod, but Just like yours, and old Hop Sing's doing them up for nie. Maud Durtley gasped and stood on the stoop of the house. "Hollo, dear I Why, what's the mat It?" nuked her husband. "Oh, darling, I I I enn't get the doylies, nnd l don't know wlint we'll to tomorrow 1" Speed of Migrating Birds. Migrating birds do not fly nt their 'West. Their migration -speed Is ns Ull,y fi'oiu :io to 40 miles nn hour nnd rawly exceeds W). Flights of a few ho"rs u i,Kht, alternating with rests of one or more dnys, make the spring lvan.ee very slow, averaging for all 'twos not more than 23 miles a day, 'it with great variations of the dally '"e among the different species. The 't number of miles which u partlc 1'ar bird mnkes during one dn.v's Jour ny has not yet been determined nnd '"not bo ascertained until the tag ,lnK or handing of birds by means of 1116,111 rings la carried out on n far more extensive scale than hns yet been Possible. i . -, , 1 " " The Kind He Hadn't Met I Dy JUSTIN WENTWOOD Charles .Murgntroyd , oJ. I,), cl.Mnt.nl, uud hu inutle no bone about It when Im woke, (0 enimelouMiieNs la the best private room of urn hoHplml, It) find (lint ho hud friM-i iii-f. two ribs, ono It-if, nnd n collar bono in Hm: uli BI''iiI, Mud wil lioollil'd U u uy tllllt Seemed llllllOKt eternal. II lintod Hit. routine, and he could ma untlfi-Mt iiimI why tltJ imracH otl not 111 n to obey li Iki. "I It'll you I uniKt have H drink, MIxm A? tl 1 1 i It I, ho tlcclulliiftl. "I Mm uft t It. I II becomo it tihynlci, wreck with, out it, If- medicinai-a W -oh. Dot-tor lll.himlK, Mr. Murgat- roytl think- Jf u,,,,, he had another ,i..t..b ..t.i i,... .....,.. . . drink," kuhl Mhh Mulllim to the houn- iiriifon, u lit. fume Into the room. "Wb'II Ift you linva on rtfr din- iitr," mild ItlchunlM. "llow'ro you fwlliiK?" tVnllnuT Thcr' no fctllnu ahoi.t tliU jiliue," growlt-d MurKutroyd. "of ull th lii'oiiiiftPiit fool 1'vb ever met, that tiurM of ywir- hcHtU th llHt." MU MuIIIiim iiiIIhI. "1'crhHtm Mr. Murjffitroyd will think more klmlly of u when h gi't" btr," h nald, MurgHtroyd wbi IiHiIvw In her liariila Kh mmlM h1tn tnb ihho.i ..I. Bl wouidt i.t him nhnve with hl It - ft Imnd. She. In Hhort. bulllt-d ... . . 1,4 'I'.irt, rnii:iiroi ny, himi j(urKtr,,yd grew utort tiud more im&- . . irti annul It. "I cau't undfrntand you, MU Mul- lln - - ha aald a or two latr. i'V hwn ruKulng you in hlua trt.ukg an1 y(nl-v0 ncvt.r a hKlr." "We're trolned to ataml curalne, Mr. Muruntroyd," anawerod Mian llulllna, little primly. "Why are you ao atflnd-fnnliT You folk (lou't aeem human," he growled. "Don't you think what you call hu man may he a little lunuman, iir. Jlurgntroydf ahe anked. Wliut do I cull human?'' Why why, hilling II up, and and drinking and having a good time," aald Mia Mulllna quietly. Murgalroyd sneered. "So my repu tation baa preceded uie, baa it?" be demanded. Mt- . .t .. .. tf f,rl,t. . I on IllOfl imfcur in.', ii. royd." "What have you heard about me" Mm you really wlxh ine to tell you?" "i:eryihlng-- pl'-awe." "(li, Mr. Mnrgatroytl, I'm taking a liberty. I know, but hut I know jott gitva fifty ihoiiHH.id tlotlars to tbt Children' fund, and" "Juat a whim. Well?" "And It aeeined ao and, a unhappy that you ahtiuld live without without Uinlerataiidlng Hfe. Thoae tlilni-'S aren't life, drinking and -and you, vou kin'v what I mean." v . ... .. ..... "Wouieti, eh? See nere, aiimi aiui- llna, I've never yet met me wumuu whom I'd ralne my little linger for. They're all alike, after the money and (he gay time." "Some may not he." Mihh muiiiiis looked at him tearful, angry, reso lutely. Murgntroyd atared at her. "Maybe you're right," he muttered. The !uy before be waa to leave the hoapKat he aald to her: "Mi Mul llna, we've got to he pretty gootl frl la while I've been here. And I-ve been Htudylng you. Will you fr Klve urn If I ""J llHt 1 wa lmse enough, when you llrat to about thlnga to judge you as I should have Judged the other women of iuy acquaintance?" Vou mean, Mr. Murgntroyd?" -I thought you were trying It on. Don't be angry 1th me for a.iylng that. I've repented In dust und nalie. and that's in the nature of a confeaalon. MIsh Mulllna, I tlo believe there are different women In the wor d -only I haven't been lucky enough to .hem. And I'm o glad I've met - . ... It hV -by ask- you and I ' ,'. yu " " . ... .cm... .ri,.ii n ttle. i am so sorry." l" faltered So the proposition docsn t appeal mw!m " s"'"""' lie hurst out furiously. be4T were playing with me, then I" "I wasn't I" .. .What did you want to preach to for? I tell you all you women n , e. you were lending me on, in ur own way just .. those other worn- In led niern, in theirs I'leiise, Mr. iiurKii".'"- 'chore. I'm sorry Forgive nie. Ann ...i.i von ..lease leave me a littler' -r,hr2-chair for. Ai l he sat st-IU In Mb chair tor nB time wondering. Cert n Inly h ha ,,K.V. s Miss Mullim. bud s d long bill That hut" was endless. Logic. -Boston Transcript. JmZ th. candid your si'c""' V''l,"a- . .... ...,., n...se days," re oC- "I'm ,,ru"-v . ,,n,l the .1 -lied Senator w , tor has orderea p.ij A Man and His Mirth ft By ANA By ANNE WHITFIELD C. lHJJ, by Wtnlarn N.w.vr Union.) The Healing bouta were coming In Into Crn.id hay, Four montha tbey bad been at ae, hunting the lutrpa ii nd hoiiila all Id- way up the rocky, Icebound aluire of Labrador. Tbey weio coining In lndcn with pell a. Old Ilt'iul llt-i lard counted them through IiIh ghiMHCM from the top of Ibe cliff. Twenty that waa right! No, only nineteen I Waa It nineteen or twenty? If It were nineteen that mount tragedy, never far from thorn; wiifarerH Uvea. lie could not tllacern clearly, nnd went on counting. Along the ahore, and by the edge of the tiny pier, tlmhc who had stayed at homes ifliuok their heiida at one an other. "Wlint will Gforgr; Haclne do when he harns thut hla brother Pierre baa married the girl he was engaged to?" "Will be try to kill him?" "Hey, they ure very well matched, that pair. It would 1 bull against bull." Marie Undue, the bride, who had turned from the one brother to the other after her flrat lover's departure on the neallng voyage, aat at the door of her cottage, trembling. She loved her huHbaml, but ahe had always been terribly afruld of Georges. That was why ahe hud got engaged to him. (ieorgea bad demanded that they be engaged, and ahe had not had the nfreiigth to refuse him. Besides, Oorgea had dominated her, as he dominated every one In the port, by bin mental and physical proweas. What would Georges do? The watchers pictured bin elemental wrath, the furious fight that would ensue, though It would te too late. Too late to unjoin those whom the priest had Joined, nut Marie trembled. "Take thy revolver or thy knife, dear I'lerre," ahe begged. "But not to hurt him, only to protect thyself." "Ho. I am not afraid of Georges l" boasted Pierre, as he swaggered out of hla cottage toward the wharf. "I am as good a man as he Is better, clue thou hadst not married me eh, little Marie?" He klKwil her noisily. "Perhaps that plan Is better," sobbed the bride. "But It will be terrible to fare him." "Ho, there will be no need for thee to face him!" answered her husband "If he as much as caRts a black look at thee or me I shall hammer him into twined wood with my fists." Marie looked In admiration after the stalwart figure of her husband as he swaggered along the sandy road to ward the pier. He passed toward the pierhead, and the crow d, watching the boats, turned their heads ana sani. "Here conies Pierre Bnclne, "What will happen when they meet? Would It not be better to send for the cuie?" "No. let them fight It out." "Suiipose they kill each other?" "That can linrdly be. If they have knlveit, we must disarm them. Bad blood gels worse hy keeping; let them flirht It out and lie friends. "That they will never he. Both brothers loved the girl almost to mad- ness. They llstenod to Tlerre, who was boasting, perhaps because he was secretly uneasy, and wished to keep mi his snlrlts. "Friends, I Have noin lug but my fists, but I married my wife fnirlv. anil I'll hold lieri ir my nroui r Chorees so much as casts a black l.wit Of At lit Til hammer him Into nnlni-rt wood." Tdev looked nt him in admiration There was no one in the village could stand up to either Georges or Plnrre. Pierre roared with laughter. "It will be amusing to watch bis face when he learns" he snld. "And I shall tell him I shall sny, 'Eh. Georges, dost ti,,i remember the little Marie to whom thou wast engaged?' 'Well?' be replies. 'And now sue is iu. 'Married? Show me the dog' 'It Is I, Georges.' That is all. And, as I said, n will be amusing to watcn ins iace. The sealing boats were quite near now They came on with tne sun sinn ing ou their canvas sails, forming in line as they moved up the hurbor, each townrd Its place on the side of the pier. Foremost came the vessel of old Henri Bedard's son, and there was old Henri, waiting to meet it. The wills cr.me down, the ships were almost alongside. Voices exchanged lmlK I'lerre IUclne stood nenr the head of the pier, scanning to find hre hrother'S ship. Eh " croaked old Henri, "there are nineteen of you, not twenty. Who is mIKhSyes, to pulped wood, If he In terferes with me. I shall tell him," Pierre declaimed among his cronies. someone was shouting. W The crowd suddenly grew silent. "Georges taclne's ship, host in the ice. Georges and his boy." Eh, there would be no fllht after all. It was lucky Georges ilnl not left Marie a widow. "n lierre stopped In the midst of his bragging and stumbled homeward It wag si- s if Ge0rgCS "Ud 6 him after all. Strategic Sentiment. " "When Josh went to school." re marked Farmer Corntassel, "I gave fountain pen and made him J em! to use It every time he wrote 0 us dear old folks at home. 1 Tha was nice ana sentimental " rnrtlcal. too. That foun- tn.n oen'll be wore out In a week or tain pen i v , -ow 8.n' troublesome to write homo for more funds."-Wasningtou ew. At the Land's End By JUSTIN WENTWOOD (l), MM, by Wntarn Nwppr Union.) Land's End la a desolate strip of hind Jutting 'far out Into the ocean. It Is dotted with sparse fishermen's cabins, here and there is a stjuuUer; nobody seeimi to own Lund'a Knd, no body goes there, Ellliu Beed set his lobster riots and enrried his catch across th bay to the I ly nearest market. His father had lived there, too. Land's End was home to him. It should have been to June, a sullen, discontented girl who had al ternate moods of Joy and laughter. . "June's not one of us," said the Por tuguese squatters. "You can see It In her face." What she was no one knew. She had been washed up from a wreck, 20 years before, a babe, miraculously breathing. All the rest of the pussen gers had gone down when the ship, ripped by the Needle, sank to the bot tom of Deep Hole. Elibu Beed adopted her. Ills wife cared for her until Bhe died. Then the girl stayed with her adopted fa ther, cooked for him, kept house, biinu was not a tyrant, Just a somber, re ligious man with the elemental strength and gloom of the sea In his soul. He never understood June. "What d'you want to go away forT" he would demand when the girl was Insistent. "It's good enough for me; It ought to be good enough for you. Haven't I brought you up as my own eal?" "I can't stand for it nere,-' June muttered "I want to Bee tne city, i want a little fun." It nn- the err of youth. Ellhu took counsel of a neighbor. She'll be ready to settle down than love comes along." he said. They're all alike at that age." Love came where no one would have looked for It. In- the person of Tom Santle. the neighbor's son, a melatt choly, Introspective boy who played the fiddle drearily along the aunes, had ambitions which every one could see were destined never to be realized. It was propinquity, perhaps, a chance word or two. a kiss, an embrace they were engaged. t Ann't -on what she can see in Tom Santley." the neighbors said. "I can't see how sha can bullyrag him that way, or why he stands for it." The bitterness of their quarrels spread through Lands fc.na. ne gibed at him, flouted him, ana ruii they remained engaged. They were to be married In the summer. Tom was reclaiming land, running up a cottage. And they seemed at mortal strife! What would it be after mar riage? One day an astonishing rumor ran through the community, fciinu nuu received a letter from the American consul at Padua, or Pavla. or fior ence, or one of those outlandish places. June's parentage had been traced. It happened through a man who was spending the summer at Land's End the year before, an artist who painted knew Italy, and had seen the Italian name written, inside one of June's baby garments. June belonged to a wealthy family nt rndun. or Milan, or Genoa. They were ennobled, too. They had lost a crandchild. years before, In a wreck, while the father and mother were pro ceeding to Washington, where the man had a diplomatic appointment, inai was how the story ran. Ellhu stood perplexed, holding the letter. At first he did not know whether to tell June or not. He loved the girl In his own fashion, and he dreaded letting her go to foreign countries. Ellhu did not trust foreign ers; they ran at you with knives, poi soned you, ate snails, frogs' legs and mice, and were generally queer. He decided it was her right to know. "There y' are, June, my gal," he said, flinging the letter down on the table. "Now you can do what you've long had a mind to do. You've always kicked against the pricks In Land's End. Go and take whatever s com tne to vou." June read the letter, white of face, tense lipped. Then Tom's flute was heard and she shuddered. Tom was coming In. "Don't let him know!" whispered June. "I guess he'll have to know," said Elihu. I rm not going," said June. I I only wanted the right to go, If I chose not to go. I love Land's End." Tom came In, looking uncertainly at his betrothed; he feared her tem per. June flung the letter into the stove. "Hello, Tom!" she said, ktsslng him. Just that. But the look in her eyes told him that the past was dead nnd forgotten. With arms linked they left the cottage nnd paraded across the dunes toward the sea. "Well, I'm swished," said Elihu. "June always was queer. It's that there foreign blood In her." His Inquiry. "Say, what's happened to that kid?" demanded Gap Johnson of Rumpus Ridge. "He looks different from com mon, some way." "I've just made him scrub his face with soft soap and hot water," replied Mrs. Johnson. "That so? What was your idy? You hain't expecting that he'll be took sick and you'll have to call the doc tor for him, are you?" Kansas City Star. When Fortune Knocks By GILBERT PAYNE ID, 1122, br Waatcrn Newcpapar union. Chester ISaynes leaned ,back In his sent In the railway compartment, hot und uncomfortable. It was a wilting Juiy day, and li bud come twenty seven miles on a disagreeable Journey, Itnyneaj was district attorney for a tiny rural territory thut had practical- no criminals, and lie had regarded the Job as a sinecure until "Dopy" Troop, a notorious criminal, saw nt to turn his activities to his direction, and, entering the house of an old lady, murdered her in cold blood and got away with a haul of several thou sund dollars' worth of Jewelry. The old lady In question happened to be highly connected with certain Influences. Wherefore, on the fifth day after the Occurrence, when "Dopy" appeared to have made nis get-away successfully, Chester Baynes received a summons to the capital to undergo a grilling at the hands of the eovernor. He took with him the chief, or po lice, who had been a grocer, and whose severest task had hitherto been the impounding of stray dogs and the pursuit of urchins caught In the act of stealing apples or-tying tin cans to curs talis, The train was practically empty, except for the chief of police, lolling asleen In one corner, with his moutn open, and a voluminous old lady op posite Baynes. who sniffed prodigious ly, In the Intervals of applying her handkerchief to her nose, The slow way-train went jogging along, stopping unreasonably every few minutes, as It seemed to Ches ter. He wiped his wet forehead with his handkerchief, then rammed It down his collar, then put It back In his pocket. Everything was sticky and humid and it would be hotter still when Baynes had his Interview with the governor and tried to explain why "Dopy" Troop had not yet been detected. The chief of police Insisted that he was hiding somewhere near the acene of the murder, until the hue and cry died away, but Chester Baynes, and all the rest of the citizens, were sure that he had made bis getaway. The train logged on, Chester got hotter and hotter, the police chier snored, and the old lady, leaning back with her eyes closed, sniffed. Chester listened to the music of the wheels, and he fitted a sniff into every j sixth revolution. Sometimes it came, sometimes It Just missed. At last it became unbearable. He leaned for ward In his seat. "For God's sake stop that sniffing, madam !" he said. The old woman opened her eyes, looked at him mildly, and went to sleep again. Sniff sniff sniff. Out came the handkerchief. Chester was becoming absolutely frantic. He sat there, thinking of what tke governor would say to hira and of what he would say to the governor. "Sniff! Sniff!" Chester was feeling murderous. He leaned, forward again and bellowed In the old lady's ear : "For God's sake, madam, stop that sniffing. I tell you I can't bear It." The old lady opened her eyes again, looked at him, and nodded politely. Evidently the old lady was stone deaf. She thought he had made some re mark about the weather. She leaned back, closed her eyes again. "Sniff! Sniff! Sniff!" Chester glanced deliberately about him, and his eyes reii on tne ponce chiefs gold-headed cane, which had been presented to him by admirers on the-occa'slon of his vacating the grocery counter for his more exalted office. He had lost all control over himself. He felt homicidal. 'Sniff! Sniff!" Chester Baynes raised the cane and held It, knob downward, In the air. "Sniff! Sniff!" Chester Baynes let the knob fall on the old lady's head. An oath burst from the old lady's lips. The chief of police sat up and rubbed his eyes. Chester rubbed his. The stick had knocked off the wig with the bonnet, discloslug the cropped head of a red-haired ruffian, who wns even now making a quick dash for the window. "Hold him!" the police chief shout ed. They grasped the man, who was fighting like a demon. But, Impeded by his skirts, he was at last downed, and held upon the floor of the com partment, while willing hands soon reduced him to a condition of Im potence. "I knew it was 'Dopy' Troop soon as I heard him sniffing," said the pant ing police chief. "That's 'snow' In that handkerchief." Chester Baynes looked at him with bitterness thut gradunlly changed to nonchalance. "It doesn't matter what you and I tell the governor, as long as we stick to It," he answered. Right Thing but Wrong Time. "Don't you thinfc we ought to ex tend our business a little?" asked the Junior partner. "We'll be blamed lucky," replied the senior partner, "if we can extend our notes." Boston Transcript. Vacancy Somewhere. " "Lunk says he can write best on an empty stomach." "His stuff suggests to me. that It was written with an empty head." Boston Transcript. PROFESSIONAL CARDS D. E. FLETCHER Cooper Building Attorney INDEPENDENCE. OR Efficient Service Courteous Treatment A. L. KEENEY Funeral Director and Licensed Embalmer Calls Promptly Answered Day or Night Reasonable Prices Phones 9821; 9822 Independence, Oregon DON'T TRIFLE YOUR WITH Eyes-They are precious If your eyes bother or you have a headache come and see us. We nse the most modern methods and scientific instruments to determine the defect of your eyes. We spec ialize in fitting ONE-PIECE Tor'u Bifocals at reasonable prices. DR. WILL J. THOMSON Optometrist Watch news columns for dates regular monthly visits Real Estate and Stock Sales a SATTERLEE Auctioneer Wire me at my expense. I will! come and see you Phones, Res. 1211J, Office, 1177 Salem, Oregon Wind Mill BarberShop W ATKINS & WEDDLE, Props. I We appreciate your trade. j FIRE INSURANCE SURETY BONDS LIABILITY BONDS Automobile Insurance George ,W. Chesbro Beaver Hotel Block L. m. hu Care of Yick So Tong Chinese Medicine and Tea Co. Has medicine which will cure any known disease Not open on Sundays 152 South High Street Salem, Oregon Phone 2S1 We Paint Signs Your Car, Your House or anything you may want, the -way you want it Independence Paint Co. W. N. CHAPMAN Phone 9622, 273 Main LEGAL NOTICES NOTICE. TO CREDITORS Notice is hereby given that the un dersigned has been duly appointed administrator of the estate of JuTivf , Stalding, deceased, by the Count Court of the State of Oregon Polk County, and has qualified. All persons having claims agaira said estate are hereby notified tL present the same duly verified, to gether with the proper vouchers therefor, to the undersigned admin istrator at his law office in the city of Dallas, Oregon, within six months from the date of this notice: ani notice is further given that all debts claims and accounts due or owing said estate be paid to the undersigned administrator, within said period ot time. Dated and first published Septem ber 22nd, 1922. B. F. SWOPE Administrator of the estate ot Julius Stalding, deceased. A Classified Ad Will bring you a buyer.