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About The Maupin times. (Maupin, Or.) 1914-1930 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 19, 1915)
J AFTER THE WRECK By ARTHUR CLEVES. Jim Drlscoll found himself upon his feet, staring at the wreck of the train In which he had been traveling. All about him lay the dead and Injured, and the carriages, which were begin ning to catch fire, Illumined the night with a lurid glare. It was in the middle of the moun tain district of Pennsylvania. Drls coll had left his little town in Illinois to go to New York. It was his first Journey In ten years. A discovery of oil upon his property had given him the promise of wealth, and he had set out to negotiate with a company. Jim Drlscoll, at fifty, was reputed the crabbedest old man in Boxville. If Mary and he had had children he might have discovered that life Is not wholly a vale of tears. As it was, he was a town character. He knew It, too; knew that Mary shrank from him and feared him, though loyalty kept her to him; knew that his presence anywhere chilled the mirth, that the children hated him, that bis neigh bors avoided him. He gloried In it. He had the repu- tatlon of a vindictive man, and he gloried in that. He was close-fisted, hard as nails, and he hugged his sin ister reputation to his heart, The wreck had come suddenly. It had unsettled him. Of course, be was not going to Interest himself In any of the Injured. That was not IJrlscoll's way. But the physical shakeup had unsettled the habits of years, and for the first time in years Drlscoll began to take stock of him- self. His thoughts were changed by hear ing a child's cry at his side. Stooping 'down, he saw a pretty little girl of eight or nine years, lying beside the track. Near her lay the body of a man. He had been killed In the dis aster, and the girl, who seemed only slightly Injured, was stretching out her arms to him and sobbing. " Beneath his hard exterior Drlscoll had a heart tender In one respect. He loved children. That was why he scowled at them, to hide his feelings. Opened Hit Eyes ana Startd Into His Wife's Face. If Mary and he could have had child like that! Ha Bpoke gruffly to the little girl, but she did not seem to notice his presence. And at last, with a shrug of the shouldors, Drlscoll turned his back on her. He started away not In the direc tion of New York, however, but back toward his home. A new idea had come to him. He would pretend that he had been killed In the wreck, and return home secretly, to discover wbnt people were saying about htm He anticipated the Jeers, the scoffing and congratulations, and his own triumph when he suddenly appeared In the midst of them. The news of the disaster had spread rapidly, and, five miles down the line, Drlscoll passed a wrecking train, with a medical car attached. Behind It, along the wayside track, there came a man in a buggy, who pulled up his sweating steed. "Have you seen the wreck?" he shouted. "Yes," answered Drlscoll. "I was aboard. My friend, Jim Driscoll, was killed, and that's enough for me. Are you a reporter?" "Yes, I'm a newspaper man," an swered the other. "Give me a short account while I rest my horse. Quick!" "I will If you'll put Jim Drlscoll down as dead," answered Drlscoll. "Say Jim Drlscoll of Boxville, 111., was killed by breaking his neck, because I'm not a going to break the news to his family." The bargain was struck and Drls coll gave the other a five minutes' account of the wreck. Then he bur rled along the line. He caught a branch train at the Junction, and finally, about eight o'clock the next evening, attired in a shabby suit which he had purchased at a pawnbroker's, he made his way In the dark through the streets of Boxville. Nobody who passed In the gathering darkness recognised Drls coll in the shabby, slouching stranger. He pushed open the garden gate and crept to the outside of the par- window. Inside he saw crowd of neighbors, but his wife wu not there. It'll be a hard blow for Mary," one of the crowd was saying. "Poor Jim!" Driscoll recognized him as the local druggist, with whom he had been on bad terms for years. He clenched his fists. He hated the man's hypocrisy even more than himself. Now there's many talks against Jim, but he wasn't such a bad fel low," broke in the shoemaker. He was a man named Austin, with whom Driscoll had had a feud of several months' standing, on account of a business misunderstanding. "When a man's cranky folks makes allowances for him. I tell you, a man who can keep the love of a woman like Mary Drlscoll must have some good In him It stands to reason." It's a pity there wasn't no chil dren," sighed Miss Hemans, the sis ter of the butcher. "That s what ate Into their hearts like acid. But I guess that if he lives Mary Driscoll will be so overjoyed that life'll take on a happier look for her." "No chance of his recovering, Is there?" asked Austin. "A small one," said the butcher. "The doc says that If he recovers consciousness he'll most likely get well. It seems there's a splinter of bone pressing on his brain, and they can't tell how much It's injured him If he recovers consciousness, the brain's all right; if he don't well, he won't, that's all." "TIM Mnrv nHar.nl! wrlta that?" asked another. "Sure. She wrote to Miss Hemans here." Jim Drlscoll was conscious of min gled emotions.. The first was of shame and humiliation. Of all the neighbors gathered there, not one had a bad word for him. But the second was of disgust. Could It be possible that his wife had gone to the hospital and actually mistaken another man for himself? Or was somebody lying? That was a more probable explanation. Of course! It was a He. His Impulse was to run into the room, but he re strained himself, and he heard an other speaker say: I tell you, Miss Hemans, when I saw Mary Drlscoll start off this morn ing, she looked actually pretty in that black dress of hers, in spite of her sorrow. She was crying, and she couldn't hide it, but she looked like girl again. Sorrow seems to bring back the youth In some people." "She's had sorrow enough," broke in the first sneering voice that Dris coll had heard. "Living with a man like Jim is enough to make any wom an wish she was dead." Drlscoll knew the speaker. He was the cashier of the local bank, and about the only friend he had In Box ville. And the sudden realization of the fellow's treachery almost un nerved the watcher at the window. He, Driscoll, had been so wrapped up In his hatred and moodiness that he had never been able to tell his true friends from the false ones. He had acted like a fool. An overwhelming sense of remorse came over him. If he could see Mary now, and tell her what a fool he had been! And, unable longer to restrain him self, he sprang for the door, opened it, and rushed into the parlor. "I'm here, and I ve heard every word!" he Bhouted to the assembly. "You,Mr. Nevins " he turned to the cashlor "were my best friend, and you can walk right out of my house and never come " "Well, Jim Drlscoll was a good man in his way," said Miss Hemans, wip ing her eyes. They had not heard him! Nobody had heard or noticed him! And, even as he stood there, bewildered, Nevins walked straight Into him and through him! In Rn Instant Drlscoll understood, He was dead! He had died in the collision, and he was In his own home In the spirit, while the mangled flesh lay In the hospital, no doubt, where his patient wife was watching! "I agree with you, Miss Hemans, the butcher answered. Jim Driscoll turned slowly away, and, with the realization that his last chance to redeem his life was gone, an agonizing sense of hopelessness crushed him. "Jim!" Jim Drlscoll opened his eyes and stared Into his wife's face. "0, thank God, Jim! You are con scious. You are going to get well Jim. God has answered my prayers. I have prayed for you night and day these ten days past, and the doctor said If you knew me again you would recover. Jim, my dear Jim, 0, my dear!" And, kneeling at the bedsld she flung her arms round the tick man's neck. "Jfm, everyone is talking about It," she said later. "About what?" whispered Drlscoll feebly. "The little girl In the next bed look at her, Jim! Don't you remem ber? You pulled her from beneath the car whjch had fallen on her fa ther and killed him. Nobody knows how you freed her, but it fell back on your head and Injured you terri bly. And, Jim" Drlscoll could read the hope In his wife's eyes. "Yes, my dear," he answered, pat ting her hand. "If you like, Mary." "You'll adopt her, Jim? She has nobody in the world." And that time Mary Drlscoll read the answer In his. (Copyright. UK, by W. O. Chaprntui.) HONOR IS FREMONT'S PATHFINDER" CREDITED WITH NAMING "GOLDEN GATE." Irst Gave It Appellation of "Chrys- opolae," Foreseeing That It Would Outrival Famous Golden Horn of Byzantium. COTS AND BOSTON CULTURE! SMOOTHED PATH OF LOVE The name given to the entrance ot the bay of San Francisco was not sug gested, aa is sometimes assumed, by the discovery of gold in California, although its bestowal occurred nearly concurrently with that event. So far as we know, the first per sons to enter the harbor through the Golden Gate were the crew of a vessel commanded by Lieutenant Juan Manu el de Ayala of the Spanish royal navy, says the San Francisco Chronicle. ThlB wsb on August 5, 1775. They were shortly afterward followed by Bruno Heceta, who was under orders to co-operate with Juan Bautista de Anza, who had been dispatched on the bay of San Francisco. Heceta sailed from San Diego, and, after a protract ed voyage, arrived In the harbor and laid tho foundations of Fort Point. So far as written records are con cerned, they are silent on the subject of naming the entrance, and it is prob able that no one took the trouble to apply a particular designation to it, although the islands and points about the bay were promptly supplied with appellations. De Ayala Is credited with giving to what we call Angel island the name of Isla de los Angeles, but he forgot to christen the opening which gave access to It from the Pacific. Numerous vessels passed through the entrance during the period be tween the foundation of the mission of San Francisco and the American occupation in 1846, but there is no Intimation in the records which cap tains or their crews have left for us that It had been named. The opening and the bay were described by several skippers, and particular points were referred to in a manner that makes then recognizable, but no one seemed to think that it was necessary to con fer a name on the front door of the harbor, whose beauties and import ance they extolled, until an American thought It worth his while to do bo. To John C. Fremont belongs the honor of conferring the appellation Golden Gate, but curiously enough, in accordance with the tendency which had not yet run its course, he called It "Chrysopolae." This designation appears on the map of Oregon and California which accompanied the geographical memoirs published by him in 1848. These memoirs were written before the discovery of gold at Sutter's mill, which was made in the same year, and In them Fremont took pains to make clear why he had selected the Greek title. Like all the discerning pioneers, he was profoundly impressed with the belief that the harbor would one day bear a great commerce on its waters, and that it would outrival Chrvsoceros. the Golden Horn of Byzantium. The pioneers accepted the name, but promptly converted It into Eng lish, and doubtlessly many of them who had no acquaintance with the geographical memoirs of Fremont imagined that it was the steady stream of gold passing through the portal which suggested the happy title. Los Angeles Matron Had Trouble In American Naval Captain Rose Nobly Making Her Wants Known Fin- to Occasion When Confronted With ally Secured a Small Bed. Unusual Problem. 'Apropos of Boston and her R's, The "floating court" Is an lnstitu- Bald a Los Angeles matron, "I had a :lon founded by the United States gov very funny experience with them both Brnment for administering Judgment last year. We were living in a cramped in the far North. An interesting ex- flat in Boston, and I needed a small Umple of the unusual problems that cot-bed for Harry, who was four years confronted Capt. A. J. Henderson, one old. So I went to a furniture dealer's, Sf the first judges of the court, is told where I was told that they didn't keep by Mr. Walter Noble Burns in the cots. The obliging clerk, however, di- wide World Magazine rected me to a store on another Btreet, One day, at Point Hope, there ap where, he assured me, I would find peared before the ccWrt nell on the plenty of cots. Thetis, Captain Henderson's ship, an "It turned out to be an ordinary toy bid Eskimo and his wife. They were shop, and though slightly taken aback, accompanied by their pretty daughter I walked right in. and two stalwart young men, who "Do you keep cots?' said I. were suitors for her hand. .In choicest 'Vcio'm ' I?alrtmn that Dnimoil i'.ra a dffloB nf Well, I want one for a small boy explosions of vocal dynamite, the ven- of four. erable father poured a voluble tale "The clerk came back In a moment, nto the ears of the interpreter. trundling a little red wagon after him! "This man, he Bay," began the in- 'When I want a cart,' I explained, terpreter, "these two feller want this as soon as I could catch my breath, gai for wife. One feller he offer a I'll say so. What I really would like rifle, ten-pound whalebone, six walrus to get today, If the purchase is possl- tusk, a dog team and sled. The other ble in this town of excessive culture, feller, he give kayak, twn reindeer a Is a c-o-t, cot. bearskin, and six fox skin. This gal 1 was politely told that they kept the old man's only daughter. He old, cots, but not cots and when I was an(j ne want good trade. But he not directed to the store 1 had Just ten, tnow which he best take. He say where they kept cots, but not cots! maybe you tell him." I was confused, but determined, Cantain Henderson is no Cupid and I finally got a cot that nao casters he gtands six feet two and weighs 250 instead of wheels. rounds but he determined to essay the role of Cupid's first assistant. His Objection. "You love this girl?" he asked one "What b your objection to women 8Uitor. voting?" "Yes." replied the Interpreter, 'he They haven't got industry enough," said the man with short hair and a "And do you love her?" the captain large diamond pin. "I used to see agkea- the other. men who would willingly vote bIx or "Yes, he love her, too. ' seven times in a day. I ve never The cantain looked at the girl, who heard a woman talk who would think wa8 a pretty little thing, something of voting more man once at the same 0Ter rour feet high, with coal-black election.' Wattersons a Fighting Race. Col. Henry Watterson seems to have inherited his fighting qualities from his father, Harvey Magee Watterson, who was born in Beech Grove, Tenn., No vember 23, 1811. He was the son ol W. S. Watterson, who served in the War of 1812 on General Jackson's staff, Harvey studied law and was elected to the Twenty-sixth congress, to suc ceed James K. Polk, who became gov ernor ot Tennessee. Re-elected, he re tired at the end of his second term and became president of the state sen ate. In 1847 he bought the Nashville Union, and throe years later was called to the Washington Union. He was a great friend of Franklin Pierce, but refused to support the admlnistra' Hon on the Missouri compromise and the Kansas-Nebraska bill, returning from Washington, despite offers of high position In the government serv ice. His personal popularity won him election to the Tennessee secession convention where, although he did his best, seeing there was no hope of keeping his state in the Union, he re turned to his home. He died in 1891, We admire a man who always laughs at our Jokes, and never UU any of his own Define the Ideal Husband. Happiness in married life depends first of all on the ability of the hus band to maintain as ardent a wooing after marriage as during courtship This is the opinion of 100 Detroit wives, expressed in letters to Rev. Howard A. Field, pastor of the Simp son M. K. church. The letters were requested by Mr. Field and the pas tor based a sermon, "The Ideal Hus band," on them. All agreed that the Ideal husband must be an Ideal lover. Other necessary qualities of an Ideal husband in the order of their Impor tance were fixed as follows: He must be a lover of home. He must be industrious even to the extent of being willing to roll up his jhlrtsleeves and help tidy the house. He must be morally pure there can be no double standard of purity. He must treat his wife as his equal not as a servant. He must be temperate. Detroit Free Press. PARADISE. fit T TT TAKE TIME I TO i hair plastered down over her temples and sloe-back, roguish eyes. Let no one doubt the vital beauty of Es kimo maids in the flush of youth and health. "Here," said the captain to the girl, "which one of these men do you want?" The interpreter put the question, The maiden's eyes grew brighter, her cheeks a deeper crimson, and a coy smile wreathed her lips. She stepped over to one of the young men unhesi tatingly and touched him on the irm. "This one," she said, and there was no need for the interpreter to translate. "All right," said the captain, with a roar of laughter, "take him. ' And he married them on the spot Straight from the ship back to ihe vil lage the newly wedded couple paddled, to set up housekeeping to live happily, no doubt, ever afterward. The bride'l father touched off a few more explo sions of vocal dynamite into the Inter preter's ear. "He say," declared the interpretei to Captain Henderson, "he satisfied. ' PAPA'S SURGERY WAS ROUGH Little Jessie Resented Manner In Which Fond Parent Was Wiping Tear From Her Eye. An amused smile fluttered over the features of Congressman Samuel J. Tribble of Georgia the other night when the talk topic in the lobby of a Washington hotel turned to the won derful sayings of the kiddies. He said he was reminded of a recent Incident. A fond father was taking his little six-year-old daughter downtown in an automobile, and on stopping in front of a store he noticed that the drive against the strong wind had made the youngster's eyes water. "Just a minute, Jessie," said father, wrapping one finger and dabbing the little girl's eye. "Let me wipe that tear away." "Say," was the rather amusing ex clamation of Jessie, "what do you think that is a push-button r Phila delphia Telegraph. First Tramp That man certainly Is well satisfied looking. Second Tramp No wonder. He's connected with a brewery. First Tramp Wish I was on his sup ply line. Didn't Mean It That Way. "I'm sorry I can't go to the theater With you tonight," -said Miss Peach. 'I'm already engaged for the evening. But as long as you have the tickets I'll introduce you to a pretty girl and you can take her." Event In American History. November 24, 1758, marked th evacuation and destruction of Fort Duquesne. A short time previous to this the British had initiated the wors of fortification. The French, coming down the Allegheny river from 'hell .forts on and near Lake Erie, made I sudden descent on the small British garrison, and the latter was forced 'c surrender unconditionally. The French and their Indian allies completed the fortification and called it Fort Du quesne. A British force commanded by General Forbes was sent from the east to retake the fortification, and doubtlessly would have succeeded without the loss of a man had It not Worth Knowing. "It Is said that there are thousands of Greek boys held in bondage throughout this country by the pro prietors of shoe shining parlors." "Well! Well!" "They work for meager wages and have to turn over all the tips they get to their employers." "I'm glad you told me that . Here after I will be able to withhold a tip without feeling the least bit stingy." To Be Expected. "How was the man dressed who swindled you?" "He wore a light gray derby, a flashy checked suit, a red tie with a diamond horseshoe pin stuck in it, a tan velvet vest and " "That's enough. If you tried to change a hundred dollaf bill for a chap dressed like that you deserved to be swindled." A Tactful Explanation. "My dear, you are not thinking of going to savage islands as a mission ary, are you?" "Why not, sir? Don't you think I am capable of doing the work?" "Oh, it is not that. I am only afraid the savages will agree with us at home here In thinking you are sweet enough to eat." Father's Cooking. "Of course, you and your wife are happy." "Yes," replied the young man. "But she is a little thoughtless. Whenever I perform with the chafing dish she in sists on talking about the superior Welsh rabbits her father used to make." 'Hut T ilnn'1 nronf f rt rrr wltTi nrottw girl " sorowfully protested Mr Lamb been for the imPetU0US Captain Grant , ' . . ,' , ' The fort was blown up while the Rain Enquirer. Getting a Start. "How do you want your eggs?" "Soft boiled." "Yessuh. I'll boil 'em about five minutes," 'Five minutes!" 'Yessuh. Dese Is cold storage eggs an' it's liable to take 'em a couple o' minutes to thaw." force was yet ten miles east of the site of the future great tity. They heard a great explosion, saw volumes of smoke, and realized at once that the French and Indians had destroyed the little fortification and had take' to the woods and the rivers. Extreme Popularity. "You seem to stand well with your wife's relatives." I'll tell you something that will sur- however, that he is Joint inventor ol Edison a Peaceful Inventor. Thomas Edison stated recently that "making things which kill ,men is against my fiber." Frank L. Dyer and Thomas C. Martin, authors of "Edison His Life and Inventions," bear him out in this statement. Thay state, prise you." "All right." "There's hardly one of them I couldn't strike for a loan with reason able expectations ot getting It." Suppressed Indignation. "What do you think of that tender foot's havins the nerve to snrlnc a deck of marked cards on me?" ex- MP8 MM 'or four or Ave miles. the Edlson-Sims torpedo, and that dur ing the Spanish-American war the in ventor suggested to the navy depart ment the adoption of a certain com pound which, placed In a shell and fired from a gun, would explode as soon as It struck water, producing a blaze that could not be extinguished, and which would make the enemy's Claimed Broncho Bob. Did you shoot him?' "In general, though," they say, 'Edi son has not paid much atte.ition to "What's the use of killing the goose warfare haB disdained to develop that lnvii thA midon t hii a inventions ror me destruction or lire gun In front of him and made him and Property, show me how he marked 'em." Killed by His Own Contrivance. Case of Thrift The body of Peter Ablluer, 'A reception today, my dear, when wealthy retired tailor of Brooklyn, you gave a party only last night?" was found recently !n a vacant lot A "Yes; I had a bowl of fruit punch heavy charge of bird shot had been left over, and I didn't see any use of fired through his heart By his aide wasting it" Kansas City Journal. was what seemed to be a thick walk ing stick with a curved handle. Ex- Household Economy, animation showed that a 20-gauge You shouldn't permit the butcher shotgun barrel had been sawed off and to throw away all the trimmings after inserted In the stick. A button in be has weighed your meat" the handle, when pressed, set off the "I don t I take them home and let load of shot tnecook throw them away. Ablitier was sixty-nine years old and had a wife and eight adult chil- The Accompaniment dren. A. A. Ablitzer said his father Who told Billy that the champagne h.rt ma(je the eun. which he used on supply wouio not give out aner aur hunting trips. He thought his father l aon i Know, out l guess UIUII maBt have accidentally diseharsad nam uoi oiru. ... the WeaDon. New York World. Minor Woes. She I think it Is terrible that Rus sia Joined in this war. He Yes, it is going to add vastly to the cost of humanity. She I wasn't thinking of human ity. I was thinking how hard it is to pronounce all those names. COULDN'T RESIST. Bill Dey say dat a lot ob dem ex- cursionlsts got left down de river las night. Joe Of course dey did. A bunch ob dem struck a watahmelon patch and. de captain wouldn't wait to' dem. Plainly Evident Mrs. Lovewett (at 2 a. m.) Where have you been? Lovewett Just fell in wis an oi' Men', m'dear. Mrs. Lovewett Fell in, eh? I be live you. You're soaked. Boston Transcript The One Exception. "Americans are expecting to use cotton In every possible form here after." "Yes," replied the patient native citizen; every form except guncot-ton." Impudence. "Smith took Jones apart to tell him the news." . "What happened then?" "He told Jones to collect himself.