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About The Maupin times. (Maupin, Or.) 1914-1930 | View Entire Issue (July 30, 1915)
MADE VAN VOD. ILLUSfSfraffirWTERS 8YNOP8I3. 14 L Corrfte da Babron, captain of French cavalry, takes to his quarter! to ralae by hand a motherless Irish terrier pup, and names It pltchoune. He dlnea with the Marquise d'Escllgnac and meets Miss Ju lia Hedmond, American heiress. He Is or dered to Algiers but la not allowed to taka servants or dOKS. Miss Kedrnond takes care of Pltchoune, who, longing for hla roaster, runs away from her. The marquise plans to marry Julia to the Duo de Tremont. Pltchoune follows Subron to Algiers, doit and master meet, and Babron gets permission to keep his dog with him. The Duo de Tremont finds tlx American heiress capricious. Subron, wounded In an engagement, fulls Into the dry bed of a river and Is "watched over by Pltchoune. After a horrible night and day Pltchoune leaves him. Tremont takes Julia and the marquise lo Algiers In his yacht but has doubts about Julia's Red Cross mission. Afipr long search Julia gets trace of Ba bron's whereabouts. Julia for the mo ment turns matchmaker in behalf of Tre mont. Ilammet Abou tells the Mar quise where he thinks Sabron may be found. Tremont decides to go with Ham met Abou to find Babron. CHAPTER XXI Continued. It was rare for the caravan to pass by Benl Medinet. The old woman's superstition foresaw danger In this visit. Her veil before her face, her gnarled old fingers held the fan with which she had been fanning Sabron. She went out to the strangers. Down by the well a group of girls in gar ments of blue and yellow, with earthen bottles on their heads, stood staring at Benl Medlnet's unusual visitors. "Peace be with you, Fatou Annl," said the older of the Bedouins. "Are you a cousin or a brother that you know my name?" asked the an cient woman. "Everyone knows the name of the oldest woman in the Sahara," said Hammet Abou, "and the victorious are always brothers." "What do you want with me?" she asked, thinking of the helplessness of the village. Hammet Abou pointed to the hut. "You have a white captive In there. Is he alive?" "What Is that to you, son of a dog?" "The mother of many sons Is wise," said Hammet Abou portentously, "but she does not know that this man car ries the Evil Eye. His dog carries the Evil Eye for his enemies. Your people have gone to battle. Unless this man is cast out from your village, your young men, your grandsons and your sons will be destroyed. The old woman regarded him calmly. "I do not fear it," she said tran quilly. "We have had corn and oil In plenty. He Is sacred." For the first time she looked at his companion, tall and Blender and evi dently younger. "You favor the coward Franks," she said In a high voice. "You have come to fall upon us in our desolation." She was about to raise the peculiar wall which would have summoned to her all the women of the village. The dogs of the place had already begun to show their noses, and the villagers were drawing near the people under the palms. Now the young man began to speak swiftly In a language that she did not understand, addressing his comrade. The language was so curious that the woman, with the cry arrested on her lips, stared at him. Pointing to his companion, Hammet Abou said: "Fatou Annl, this great lord kisses your hand. He says that he wishes he could speak your beautiful lan guage. He does not come from the enemy; he does not come from the French. He comes from two women of his people by whom the captive is beloved. He says that you are the mother of sons and grandsons, and that you will deliver this man op into our hands In peace. The narrow fetid streets were be- einnine to fill with the figures of women, their beautifully colored robes fluttering In the light, and there were curious eager children who came running, naked save for the bangles upon their arms and ankles. Pointing to them, Hammet Abou said to the old sage: "See, you are only women here, Fatou Annl. Your men are twenty miles farther south. We have a cara van of fifty men all armed, Fatou Anni. They camp just there, at the edge of the oasis. They are waiting. We come in peace, old woman; we come to take away the Evil Eye from your door; but if you anger us and rave against us, the dogs and women of your town will fall upon you and destroy every breast among you." She began to beat her palms to gether, murmuring: "Allah! Allah!" "Hush," said Ihe Bedouin fiercely, "take us to the captive, Faton Annl." Fatou Annl did not stir. She pulled aside the veil from her with ered face, so that her great eyes looked out at the two men. She saw her predicament, but she was a subtle Oriental. Victory had been In ber camp and In her village; her sons and grandsons had never been vanquished. Perhaps the dying man in the hut would bring the Evil Eye! He was dvlner. anyway he would not live twenty-four hours. She knew this, for her ninety years of life had seen many eyes close on the oasis under - the hard blue skies. To the taller of the two Bedouins he said In Arabic: "Fatou Ann! It nearly on hundred years old. She has borne twenty chil dren, she has had fifty grandchildren; the hai seen many wives, many brides and many mothers. She does not be lieve the sick man has the Evil Eye. She Is not afraid of your fifty armed men. Fatou Ann) Is not afraid. Al lah is great. She will not give up the Frenchman because of fear, nor will she give him up to any man. 8he gives him to the women of his people." With dignity and majesty and with great beauty of carriage, the old wom an turned and walked toward her hut and the Bedouins followed her. CHAPTER XXII. Into the Desert A week after the caravan of the Due de Tremont left Algiers, Julia Red mond came unexpectedly to the villa of Madame de la Maine at an early morning hour. Madame de la Maine Raw her standing on the threshold of ber bedroom door. "Chere Madame," Julia said, "I am leaving today with a dragoman and twenty servants to go Into the desert." Madame de la Maine was still in bed. At nine o'clock she read her pa pers and her correspondence. "Into the deBert alone!" Julia, with her cravache In her gloved hands, smiled sweetly though she was very pale. "I had not thought of going alone, Madame," she replied with charming assurance, "I knew you would go with me." , On a chair by her bed was a wrap per of blue silk and lace. The com tesse sprang up and then thrust her feet Into her slippers and stared at Julia. "What are you going to do In the desert?" "Watch!" "Yes, yes!" nodded Madame de la Maine. "And your aunt?" "Deep In a bazaar for the hospital," smiled Miss Redmond. Madame de la Maine regarded her slender friend with admiration and envy. "Why hadn't I thought of It?" She rang for her maid. "Because your great-grandfather was not a pioneer!" Miss Redmond answered. The sun whieh, all day long, held the desert In Its burning embrace, went westward in his own brilliant caravan. "The desert blossoms like a rose, Therese." "Like a rose?" questioned Madame de la Maine. She was sitting In the door of her tent; her white dress and her white Julia's Eyes Were Fixed Upon the Limitless Sands. hat gleamed like a touch of snow upon the desert's face. Julia Red mond, on a rug at her feet, and in her khaki riding-habit the color of th sand, blended with the desert as though part of it. She sat up as she spoke. "How divine! See!" She pointed to the stretches of the Sahara before her. On every side they spread away as far as the eye could reach, suave, mellow, black, undulating finally to small hillocks with corrugated sides, as a group of little sandhills rose soft ly out of the sealike plain. "Look, Thereset" Slowly, from ocher and gold the color changed; a faint wavelike blush crept over the sands, which reddened, paled, faded, warmed again, took depth and grew intense like flame. "The heart of a rose! N'est-ce pas, Therese?" "I understand now what you mean," said madame. The comtesse was not a dreamer. Parisian to the tips of her fingers, elegant fine, she had lived a conventional life. Therese bad been taught to conceal her emotions. She had been taught that our feelings matter very little to any one but our- selves. She had been taught to go lightly, to avoid serious things. Her great-grandmother had gone lightly lo the scaffold, exquisitely courteous till the last 1 ask your pardon If I Jostled you In the tumbrel," the old eomtosse had said to her companion on the way to the guillotine. "The springs of the cart are poor" and she went up smiling. In the companionship of the Amen can girl, Therese ae it Maine nau thrown off restraint. If the Marquise d'Escllgnao had felt Julia's Influence, Therese de la Maine, being near her own age, echoed Julia's very feeling. Except foi their dragoman and their servants, the two women were alone In the desert Smiling at Julia, Madame de la Maine said: "I haven't been so far from the Rue de la Palx In my life." "How can you speak of the Rue de la Palx, Therese?" "Only to show you bow completely I have left It behind." Julia's eyes were fixed upon the lim itless sands, a sea where a faint line lost Itself in the red west atid the hori zon shut from her sight everything that she believed to be her Ufa. "This is the seventh day, Therese !' "Already you are as brown as an Arab, Julia!" "You as well, ma chere amle!" "Robert does not like dark women," said the Comtesse de la Maine, and rubbed her cheek. "I must wear two veils." "Look, Therese!" Across the face of the desert the glow began to withdraw Its curtain. The sands suffused an ineffable hue, a shell-like pink took possession, and the desert melted and then grew colder It waned before their eyes, withered like a tea-rose. "Like a rose!" Julia murmured, smell Its perfume!" She lifted her head, drinking in with delight the fragrance of the sands. Ma chere Julia," gently protested the comtesse, lifting her head, "per fume, Julia!" But she breathed with her friend, while a sweetly subtle, in toxicating odor, as of millions and mil lions of roses, gathered, warmed, kept then scattered on the airs of heaven, Intoxicating her. To the left were the huddled tents of their attendants. No sooner had the sun gone down than the Arabs com' menced to sing a song that Julia had especially liked: Love la like a sweet perfume, It comes, It escapes. When It's present, It Intoxicates; When It's a memory, it brings tears. Love is like a sweet breath, It comes and it escapes. The weird music filled the silence of the silent place. It had the evanescent quality of the wind that brought the breath of the sand-flowers. The voices of the Arabs, not unmusical, though hoarse and appealing, cried out their love-song, and then the music turned to Invocation and to prayer. The two women listened silently as the night fell, their figures sharply outlined in the beautiful clarity of the eastern night. Julia stood upright. In her c" re riding dress, she was as slender - i a boy. She remained looking toward the horizon, immovable, patient, a silent watcher over the uncommunicative waste. "Perhaps," she thought, "there is nothing really beyond that line, so fast blotting Itself Into night and yet I seem to see them come!" Madame de la Maine, in the door of her tent, immovable, her hands clasped around her knees, look affec tionately at the young girl before her, Julia was a delight to her. She was carried away by her, by her frank sim plicity, and drawn to her warm and generous heart. Madame de la Maine had her own story. She wondered whether ever, for any period of her conventional life, she could have thrown everything aside and stood out with the man she loved. Julia, standing before her, a dark slim figure in the night Isolated and alone recalled the figurehead of ship, its face toward heaven, pioneer lng the open seas. . Julia watched, lpdeed. On the desert there Is the brilliant day, a passionate glow, and the nightfall. They passed the nights sometimes listening for cry that should hall an approaching caravan, sometimes hearing the wild cry of the hyenas, or of a passing vul ture on his horrid flight. Otherwise, until the camp stirred with the dawn and the early prayer-call sounded "Al lah! Allah! Akbar!" into the still ness, they were wrapped in complete silence. , (TO BE CONTINUED.) Meaning of Yankee. Th.re are several conflicting the ories regarding the origin of the word Yankee. The most probable Is that it came from a corrupt pronun ciation by the Indians of the word English, or Its French from Anglais, The term Yankee was originally ap plied only to the natives of the New England states but foreigners have extended It to all the natives of the United States and during the Ameri can Civil war the southerners used it as a term of reproach for all the in habitants of the North. Porto Rico Sugar Industry. The Important part played by the sugar industry in the material welfare of Porto Rico is shown by ths figures of exports. Out of a total valuation of exports amounting to 143,000,000 dur ing the fiscal year ending June SO, 1914, sugar alone constituted over J 20. 000,000. This was the lowest sum real ized for sugar exports In five years. Under normal conditions sugar con stitutes two-thirds the total value of all exports. CONCERNING MAN WHO LOVED He 8 ho wed Affection for Everybody and Everything Except Neighbor on Party Telephone Line. There was once a man who tried to love his neighbors. He began with those next door and succeeded In lov ing them very satisfactorily, although one of thorn kept chickens and the oth er one was a rival and perhaps supe rior gardener. From these concrete examples he proceeded to demonstrate his ability to love the abstract var iety of neighbors which Includes ev erybody and everything. He not only loved his neighbors' chickens, but be loved his neighbors' garden even the arrogant tomatoes that bloomed and flourished there while those in his own garden pined away. He loved the Ice man and the light and gas and water men and he would have loved the man who cleaned the streets It be bad Been certain of his existence. He loved the gentleman across the street who tinkered with his motor car all day Sunday, and he loved the woodpecker that hammered the water spout outside his bedroom window at five o'clock each morning. He loved the neighbors' children, although they pulled his pansles, and he pretendod that he loved the beetles that fed on the hearts of his rosebuds. He loved hot weather and cold weather, and ex pressed a peculiar affection for the weather man. All these he loved, and many more, but there was one neighbor that he could not love. It was the neighbor who was said to be on the same party telephone line with him. It Is doubt ful It anybody has ever succeeded in loving that elusive, ever-present some body who seems to live on his party line. It has long been a matter of re gret that one half of the world did not know how the other half lived. By means of the party line we have found out all about It, and a very unprofita ble piece of knowledge It has been, We know too much about the' neigh bor on our party line, and he knows too much about us. This man might have succeeded In loving his neighbor on his telephone line if he had met hlra over the gar den fence, but they were forever as saulting each other with unexpected and irritable "helloes," and with vehe ment requests from each to the other to "get off the line." When he called up hU wife In the morning his neigh bor's wife answered him, and when he tumbled down the stairs to answer his telephone In the night the neigh bor Bent him back to bed humiliated, And then his wife and the neighbor's wife met at a luncheon where the lat ter induced the former to listen to a weary recital of the telephone habits of the "fclks on their party line." Of course there was no chance after that It seems that It cannot be done. The party telephone lines connect us too closely with our neighbors to permit us to love each other. The Berry Par Excellence. After the wild strawberry has been held up as the strawberry par excel lence for generations, the New York Independent comes along and says it Is all a myth. It is pure imagination, the article says, that wild strawber ries were or are sweeter than the cultivated sort. That assertion iray pass unnoticed by the man who has lived all his life on paved streets. But ask the man who, as a boy, went out in the early days of summer to the fields or road side hunting for wild strawberries. Wild strawberries! What memories they recall. Was there ever a straw berry, hothouse or truck garden va riety, that could compare in sweetness cr flavor to the strawberry of the countryside and field? Granting that old-time memories are faulty, ask the country boy of today. The verdict of the Independent is reversed on apjeal to the great American tribunal of boy hood. Nothing can dim the fame of the wild Btrawberry. It is BtiU the berry par excellence. Kansas City Times. The Student and the World. Commencement time, and Its output of graduates with their diplomas, is Btill the object of much gecd-natured fun, but it Is a most encouraging time for the world. The inclination of the graduates to take themselves and the world Beriously Is a hopeful sign ot success. More than ever beftre suc cess In life depends on the possession of a trained mind qualified to intelli gently direct effort. System is the ruling element in all lines of commer cial or industrial activity, and the graduate of today Is grounded in sys tem above all tilings. The thinker is the dominating factor of life, in all its ramifications. The advantage of a well-rounded educational training is that its possessor may adjust the practical to the sentimental, and be better enabled to derive from life its highest and best pleasures. The world welcomes the graduate as an added asset, and will give to each an opportunity in tht race for which preparation has been made. Omaha Bee. Liberating Caged Birds. Writing on this subject in Bird Notes and News, Mr. W. H. Hudson mentions the common idea that a caged bird when liberated is speedily set upon and Ill-treated by wild birds. It appears that the Royal Society for the Protection of Birds receives many letters of inquiry on this sub ject from persons who would like to purBue the humane hobby of freeing blris from captivity. The writer men tions several observations of his own and of others which appear to shew that there Is no truth In the popular notion. GAME Of LIFE WAS CALLED On Account of Darkness After Tragic Aocident to Enthuslastlo Baseball Fin. W. H. Murphy, a salesman, living at the Mlnneveska apartments, wai on his way to the ball game, report! the Los Angeles Times. He tried tc board a moving train, grasped tin handrail and tried to lift himself tc the stops. His grasp was not firm and his palms were moist with run nlng, and as he began to elevate him self his hands slipped. A lurch, a swing and a sudden shift and his body was thrown to the rails His legs were caught beneath thi wheels and the train passed over them, amputlng both above th ankles. He was taken to the Roceivlng hos pltnl for treatment, where Surgeon Wiley and Assistant Surgeons Rooms and Johnson dressed the limbs, an operation demanding further ampu tation. As be went to the operating table to receive the ether he wai smiling and cheerily talked with the nurses. "No more ball games for me foi a while," he remarked. The attentions of the surgeoni stopped further speech, while the ether was administered, and after ward, when he had been wheeled from the spotless surgery to the ward, he began to talk again. He was at the ball game. Well, he'll get a hit now. The time has come; he's going to get a hit now. "Oh, hum, It's rather a slow game today. What's the matter with those boys that they're moving so slow! They ought to hurry. Can't they see it's getting dark? It's certainly get ting dark fast. You can hardly see the outfielders there not in right field, anyhow. I guess they'll have tc stop soon, won't they? The sun's all gone down. My, but it went fast, "And see how dark it's getting why why "I guess they'll have to call the game. And the surgeons drew the sheet far over his head and notified the un dertakers. New Record by Fisheries Bureau, The commissioner of fisheries, un der date of June 10, advises that not only will the output of the fish-cultural operations of the bureau of fish eries during the fiscal year ending June 30 surpass previous records but for the first time in many years there has been a sufficient supply of black bass to meet all current demands foi both public and private waters. All outstanding applications for. bUcM bass will be filled. Some of these h.-vve been held over for several years tot lack of a sufficient supply of the fish Among recent deliveries of this flBh have been 10,000 to a large artificial lake at Austin, Tex., formed by the damming of the Colorado river, and at the station whence the fish came large Bupply is now on hand. It is the policy of the bureau to distribute each year an increasingly large proportion of fish which have been retained at the hatcheries until they reach the flngerllng or yearling stages, which means that the output, being more mature, is better able to care for Itself and is not bo subject to the depreda tions of natural enemies. Hydroplane a Freak. The hydroplane of the day is freak in every sense of the word. The various types of underbody construc tion are designed to give the boats lifting power, to lessen the draft un der speed, and, consequently, the dis placementIn other and plainer words, to lessen the amount of water that has to be pushed aside in th endeavor to make high speed. The hydroplane 1b the outcome of years of study by the beat naval architects and marine engineers in freak-boat con struction. Thousands of dollars are spent annually on these freaks, but many are thrown on the junk pile and the effort repeated. All of these boats are overpowered, as one would con sider the needs of au ordinary boat But extra power is added to gain little extra speed. Thus one of th Atlantic coast owners is this year du pllcatlng his power by adding a sec ond motor to a 45-mller with the hope of adding an extra ten miles an hrur to the speed. This may be termed freakishness, yet In the quest for the 60-miIer all sorts of freakish things are being undertaken. Auto Wins In Train Race. After a mad race, covering 18 miles, between an express train on the Laurel line and a high-powered automobile, which had been requisitioned by Chief of Police Roberts of Wilkes-Barre, the latter captured a man accused of flimflamming a Wllkes-Barrean as he stepped from a train in Scranton, Pa. The fugitive got away with a ten- minute start, but the big racing car cut down the running time, and the officers were waiting at the station here for their man, who was taken back to Wilkes-Barre. The running time of the train was 35 minutes, and the automobile trav eled a little more than a mile a minute to overhaul it. Scranton DiBpatch to Philadelphia Record. Height of Absurdity. "Look at those two chumps having a heated argument about the merits and demerits of an automobile." 'Do you mean the two men examln lng a car across the street?" "Yes." "Umphl To make matters worse, neither one owns the car they are wrangling about." ON LIFE'S HIGHWAYS 6TRAN0E MEETINGS THAT FAT I WILL BRING ABOUT. Graduate! of the 8ame University, Is Different Circumstances, Communed In the Northern Woods "The Weary Ways of Men." A graduate of a great university wai camped one night six years ago In the woods of northern Michigan. He and bis companions, lying upon a bed ol spruce boughs, with their feet to ths fire of blazing pine roots, heard twlgi crackling out In the darkness. They sat up quickly as a man emerged from the shadow into the firelight, a young man, unshaven, unkempt, battered by fate, and carrying a bundle under hli arm. The stranger ate and then he sat on his haunches by the fire, with bit knees in bis arms, and smoked and talked. In a pause of the conversa tion the graduate, looking dreamily out toward the shadowy forest aisles, and harkenlng to the soughing of the night wind In the pine trees, quoted this bit from Mathew Arnold's "Dover Beach:" The sea of faith Was once, too, at Its full, and round earthly shore Lay like the folds ot a bright girdle furl'd But now I only hear lis melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of Uie night-wind, down the vast edges drear. And naked shingles ot the world. There he paused, and immediately the stranger took up the quotation and continued it: Ah, love, let us be true To one another! For the world, whlcn seems To He before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so- new, Hath really neither Joy, nor love, noi light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help foi pain: And we are here as on a darkening plain, Swept by contused alarms of struggle and flight Where Ignorant armies clash by night The stranger was a graduate of the same university. For seven years he had been drifting, with no definite aim, but always carrying in his bundle three boDkB, the "Rubalyat, "Medita tions of Marcus Aurellus" and ths Oxford Book ot English Verse." The stranger took from his bundle the book of verse, and the other grad uate dug nut of his knapsack a copy ol Matthew Arnold's poems, and there, by the firelight In the forest, they ex changed books, and eat until morning talking, and then they ate again and the stranger took hla bundle under hla arm, and, as they Bhook hands in part ing, he quoted T. E. Brown's; To live within a cave It is most good; But If God makes a day And someone come and Bay: Lo! I have gathered faggots In tin wood!" " , E'en let him stay, And light a Are, and fan a temporal mood, So sit till morning, when the light Is grown That he his path may read. Then bid the man Ood-speed. His morning la not thine, yet must thou own They have a cheerful warmth, those ashes on the stone And so they parted, and each forgot to ask the other's name, and they never met again. One day last week that same uni versity graduate, who had been camp ing in the northern woods, went Into restaurant on Grand avenue in Kansas City for a bite and a sup. It was a cheap "short order" place. The woman who came to take his order glanced at a little golden watch key that hung from his fob and Bmiled. When she returned with his ten-cent plate of beans and coffee she looked again at the key, which was the in signia ot the Phi Beta Kappa honor fraternity, and said: "Et tu in Arcadia vixisti?" ("And you have lived in Arcadia?") The graduate stared In astonish ment, fingered his fraternity key, and asked: "You recognize that?" "I? Certainly. I have a key myself. But I keep it in my room." "And how came ycu here? What's the story?" For answer she quoted this line from Ernest Dawson: 'The weary ways of men," and went for another order of beans. Kansas City Star. This Deer la a Trusty. Mrs. Ada Kirkpatrtck of Mission Canyon, Cal., has a deer that refuses to yield to the call of the wild. For three years Mrs. Klrkpatrick has kept the deer on her fenced-in ranch, where it has been a delight to visitors. Each night she has had the deer shut in a smaller inclosure to safeguard the nimble- creature from harm. Believing that the deer yearned for the wild life the owner opened the gates leading Into the mountains. The deer was off like a shot. But when darkness came the deer waa found pawing at the inclosure gate. Each night now for some time the deer has returned to be locked up after roaming all day over the moun tain range. Despite its freedom the creature continues to be tame, and comes when its owner calls. Its Species. "The fruit Eve handed to Adam la the Garden of Eden was not an apple." "What was it, then?" "A lemon."