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About The Maupin times. (Maupin, Or.) 1914-1930 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 6, 1915)
I Built on the I Rock Eternal ( By Warner Littlcjohn X (Copyright, 1916, by W. Q. Chapman.) "You are very unfair!" "Why not put It clever? In this world the man who look out sharply for his own Interests wins. That's what I have done." "At a cost to the business here and a personal loss on my part. Hackett, you are not an honest man." John Hackett flushed up. His hard (ace became resentful, then vicious. "I'll prosecute you If you say that outside!" he blustered. ! "I have no Intention of doing so," re plied William Barry, In his usual quiet, but meaning way. "I drop all the mean details of your shrewd manipulation of affairs here, shall withdraw my cap ital and say good-by " ; "Bee here, Barry!" cried Hackett aghast, "you can't mean that!" "I do unqualifiedly. There Is one hundred and fifty thousand, my invest ed capital, coming to me. There should be over double that, for all the years you have been using the money of the firm in outside deals in which I right fully should have a share. My lawyer will call to make the settlement Good-day." ! It was a serious break in both busi ness and family relations, but William Barry went on the peaceful tenor of his way and refused to discuss it. i "I have simply retired," he told his Intimate friends. "I have always worked to an end, and am now rich enough to provide for its fulfillment." I "I've got half a million!" Hackett chuckled to himself, "and no discus' slon about it. Three to one against Barry now I can reach my ambition." After that William Barry merely bowed politely to his former partner when he pased him on the street. This nettled Hackett. In his soul he recog nized the lofty superiority of an honest man. Then, too, he secretly winced as he realized that In fact and truth he had swindled Barry. Fort two yearB his only child, moth erless Felice, and Arnold Barry had been friends, chums, almost lovers. The first thing Hackett did waB to send his daughter away to boarding I'll Prosecute You If You Say That Outside!" chool. Felice understood what this meant a change in her pleasant rela tions with Arnold. i The latter had Just graduated as a physician. This entirely harmonized with the plan his father had formod Upon Us execution both now set heart, mind and capital at work. : "The dream of his life," William Barry called it. In due course of time the .people of Winston saw the house tn which the Barrys had lived for many years removed to a selocted plat of the ten-acre grounds, in the center of which it stood. It was fenced In by Itself, reniodelod, and then in the cen ter of the larger plat the construction of a pretentious building was begun 1 The site was beautiful, for the spot was a natural park. At tirst It was be lieved that the Barrys were building a summer hotel. Then the truth began to leak out. j "The dream of William Barry's life" was to maintain a summer home for tired mothers and weak and ailing 'children, gathered from the poorer quarters of the big city twenty-five 'miles distant In this work they had the co-operation of a leading philan thropic association in the metropolis. 'Arnold was to devote his skill as a physician to the free Inmates of the ihotne. Nurses and matrons were em ployed. A spacious and comfortable .edifice arose on the crest of the hill, and the evening when the place burst into a blaze of electric light all the town celebrated. j "Humph!" sneered Hackett" fool and his moneyl" j And then, out of pure perversity, emulation and vanity, the lonely eld money-maker determined to vaunt the possibilities of his ill-gotten wealth by erecting, half a mile away from the palatial home he had built a family mausoleum. His selfish pride craved tome kind of a tribute to his wealth. By the time the mausoleum was com pleted Hackett bad expended well on towards on hundred thousand dollars. It was a handsome show piece of ex travagance, nothing more, yet Hackett cherished It as the apple of his eye. He went past It at least once a day. He had columns describing it in the newspapers. He ruled, the money bags nabob of the town, and foolishly believed that he was the envied of all en. He was sadly disappointed when, at the end of a year, Felice came home from boarding school and settled down into the cheerless life he had marked out for her. She had no heart in the big sprawling mansion, the mausoleum cast a gruesome spell over her spirits. The stern decision of her irrational father that she should not even notice the Barrys, chilled her as would a win try blast a delicate, lovely flower. Twice she met Arnold Barry. Her father learned of It. He exacted a promise from her that she would dis continue all communication with the Barrys, and her gentle heart nearly broke. "It will stand forever!" vaunted Hackett one day to a fellow townsman, the sweep of his hand proudly taking In the grand mausoleum. "Dunno, Hackett," dissented the practical neighbor. "They tell me It's got a floating foundation, as they call It. Used to be quicksand where the river sweeps around Just below it." "Nonsense!" declared Hackett, rasp- ingly. "It's built for the ages!" The weeks went by. Poor mourning Felice grew paler and more quiet. Her father wandered uneasily about the lonely mansion. Then came a three days' deluge. Just at dusk, as the weather cleared, he crossed the turbid Bwollen stream to view the monument that had cost him a fortune. "Solid as rock they won't soon for get the name of Hackett!" he tried to console himself by saying. Then he started back, horrified. He saw the cliff side crumble. He saw the great mausoleum swerve, its un dermlned foundation give way, and It seemed to disintegrate and slide into the roaring stream below before his' appalled vision. He had built on the sand mausoleum, and happiness. He was chilled, fright ened. He turned his back upon his wasted labor with a hollow groan. Was heaven reproaching him; was fate mocking? How hollow the gains of all his pride and scheming! He halt ed, trembling, as the sound of a Joy ous hymn of praise was borne to his hearing on the evening s breeze. He saw the children's home all ablaze with the glory of the setting sun, he heard care-free Juvenile voices chantlne gratitude and content. Ah! how completely had the Barrys car ried out their great life dream to make others happy! He was shivering like a leaf as he reached home. There the sad, re signed face of his lonely daughter chlded him anew. He was overcome with remorse, all grew dark- It was a month later when, looking older by twenty years, he tottered about the garden, leaning on Felice's arm for support. She was the kind thoughtful daughter In every way, but her wearied eyes told of hopelessness of her life. Someone passed by. Who was that?" inquired her father. "Arnold Barry, father," replied Fe lice, meekly. "Call him in. Felice, I I have changed my mind. If you are mourn ing over my past unreasonable stern ness, forget, forgive." "Oh! father" "And tell him tell him I will ba glad to give half my fortune to enlarge the children's home." The sun burst forth brilliantly from behind a passing cloud as he spoke the harbinger of courage and hope for an erring soul that saw the true light at last. Men and Women Comrades. It is not the factory system and the small family, improving public health and postponed marriages, that work for the success of feminism, but that much despised thing a spiritual force. That force is simply the spreading recognition of the comrade ship of men and women which is the result of our expanding knowledge and our expanding sympathies, and which operates independently of fac tory systems and birthrates. We may call It, If we will, one phase of democ racy. Wherever the nations are en gaged in a struggle for liberty, men now freely accept, women as their partners tn the struggle and in the fruits of victory. This is the explana tion of Flnlnnd and of Russia; in the unequal contest against dospotlsm the man turns to his immemorial helpmeet a hateful word now robbed of its de graded connotation. The spirit of comradeship between the Bexes flour ishes most strongly where the imme diate need for it operates most strongly. New York Evening Post. First Farm Paper In 1681. So far as we can learn, the first at tempt at publishing an agricultural or farm paper was made In England in 1681. John Houghton started the col lection of letters tor the Improvement of husbandry and trade. As the name implies, Houghton bad the right Idea of a farm paper. He filled it with) me practical experience oi uis reu era. In that age, 200 year ago, America was supposed to be a wilderness, yet tt la probable that Boston and New York knew more of each other than one rural county of England knew of the next one. Those were the day when, In order to stimulate the cloth ing trade, the English parliament passed laws ordering the burial of the dead In woolen cloth. There 1 no record a to how Houghton obtained hi fubscrlber. Rural New Yorker. (5 Effl WfSV7 Charming E 3NAR - ABID-AKBAR-SOL- iman-Hassan," the strange, mysterious words of Mous- sa-el-Hawy, broke the si lence, and we followed him quietly, almost stealthily, as we chanting solemnly, writes walked, George Renwlck In the London Chron icle. Suddenly the chant ceased, he stopped, and immediately we, too, Btood still and waited, watching eag erly, expectantly, for we were hunt ing for serpents in the sacred pre cincts of Karnak Itself. Comparative ly few people today are interested in the ancient art of snake charming and yet it is one of the oldest arts that exist, known long before the days of Ptolemies, and used even now when snakes become too numerous and a trouble to the people of Egypt. Although many Indians and Egyp tians profess to have the power to fascinate serpents, there are but two or three men at present who are really expert, so that we were exceptionally fortunate that at the time of our visit to Luxor Moussa-el-Hawy, the most tamous of them, should be there also, wid that we were able to arrange a hunting expedition with him. Hunting With Moussa-el-Hawy. Mounted on sturdy donkeyB we had ridden out from the great hotel on the eastern bank of the Nile, out past the gardens filled with palms and Labbak trees, past the great avenue of sacred sphinxes placed there 3,000 years ago by Rameses II. Then, Just before we reached the Grand Pylon itself, we turned abrurtly to the right and gal loping across the sand, drew up at the entrance of a grove of date palms surrounded by a high mud wall. "Awad-El-Halla Mahammed-Hamdl-Allah." Again the weird chanting be gan, words that to us meant nothing; they sounded but a series of names, but in them lay the secret of the charm. The meaning Moussa told us, when we asked him later was this: "Ohl Bacred is the power I hold over 78 varieties of reptile, descended to me from the prophet. Oh! come you snakes to me and I will not harm you, for Bhould I kill you I would lose my charm." Moussa shook his head and started forward again, walking cautiously, mo tioning to us to follow, and this time as he stopped he smiled, showing his perfect white teeth. "One snake," he said, and plunging his arm Into the vegetation at the foot of a tree, he drew out a long, thin reptile, wrig gling violently and showing its thin. pointed tongue. Moussa dropped it for an instant, and men, as me snaue . U J 1 i. was aDOUl to escape, uo bbiibu h Just above the head and, holding It close to his face, spoke to It softly while he said to us, as at last he put the now quiet creature into a basket he had brought, "Moussa now find one big cobra, but not in this garden, and so off we went across the desert As we mounted our donkeys, Mous sa-el-Hawy had pointed to the temple of Karnak, but as we rode toward one of the eastern gates it suddenly oc curred to us that it would be well to test hit powers, and, choosing a spot where there was only an old tumbled wall, we called to him to see what he could find here where he must be en tirely unprepared. Willingly the snake charmer Jumped down and, walk ing directly to the wall, picked from the top a large scorpion which crawled and clung to his hand. Without even stopping to put the horrible thing into hi basket, he started on again, walk ing swiftly this time, as though on the track of something worth while, chanting softly a though oblivious of our disturbing presence. Then, deft ly chr"g'n the tcorpion into Ma other hand, Mousea plunged his arm Into a crarlo In the wall and with an exclamation of delight pulled out a thick serpent covered with red spot. which fought and clung to the pro tecting tonee. "One very bad cobra," he shouted with glee. "Standa!" and the cobra that he had thrown upon the ground lay motionless as though dead. Another wave and It came to life again, wriggling backward and for ward, twisting and turning, altogether reoulslve and loathsome, and then as ABGl LruLruU U 311 a 5nake Moussa made another pass It disap peared into a hole which he had made with his stick in the sand. In horror we all protested. Had he allowed this dangerous creature to escape? Oh, no! Twice he struck the ground, and out came the flat head, to be seized and thrust together with the scorpion Into the basket. "Enough here; we go to Karnak." Moussa had stood the test, and we followed him now with respect. Within the Gates of Karnak. Through the gate of Rameses the Great, among the fallen columns and colonnades, past the greatest obelisk In Egypt which still stands in its ori ginal position, and at last Into the famous Hypostyle hall, with its ele gant lotus pillars. What a scene it was Just at sunset, when the glorious light from the west across the Nile touched the beautiful temple with gold, as it has done each day for more than thirty centuries. The tourists were all gone by now, and everything waB silent but for the chanting of Moussa-el-Hawy, which seemed to carry us back into the past. It was all so natural, so in keeping with the sur roundings of the old world that for a time we all forgot the object of our expedition, and It seemed but a mo ment when from behind one of the huge columns glided a great cobra, and, rising itself to Its full height, it spread its hood and hissed at us. It was as though the royal cobra of the Pharaohs had come down out of the paintings and come to life, defying us, hating us for disturbing the peace of centuries, daring to cross the sacred threshold of the temple. Two more serpents Moussa-el-Hawy found that afternoon before we tired of our hunt and started homewards, each deadly and horrible of its kind, and at last, before we departed, he threw them all together upon the ground, a disgusting mass, crawling and hissing at each other. To us they were repel lent and revolting, but to the snake charmer they were wonderful, and we left him comparing their beauties and describing to an admiring group of ragged urchins what splendid sport we had had. Establishing Relations. 'I have Just telephoned to your new neighbors to ask them If there is any thing we can lend them," said Mrs. Scrimplns. . "Aren't you getting wonderfully gen erous?" asked her husband. "Oh, it's JuBt as well to be neighbor ly. Most of our stuff is pretty well worn out and as they moved in I saw a lot of things that will be worth hav ing when It comes our turn to bor- row. In the Wheat Belt "Do you ever hire actors to help har vest?" "Been in vaudeville or the legit?" asked the farmer. "What difference does that maker' "A man who has been in a tour-act play expects to do more work than the hero of a twenty minute saeicn. Gratified Boatman. "Well," said Noah, as he launched the ark, "there's a certain satisfaction about the situation." "What's that?" "This Is one argument in which our shipping Une gets all the best of K. Th transcontinental carrier woat have a chance." More Important TMd you get his number r" mur- mnred th man who had been run over by the auto to the policeman. "No. "Weft, what kind of a looking car wasitr "I dont know. I waa trying to get hi number." Life. Th Real Spenders, Skids I can sell you lists of name of people earning three, four and Ore thousand dollars a year. Skittles H'm, have you any list of people earning, say, three thousand year and spending four thousand? Puck. CAME TO A SUDDEN FINISH Intervention of Cyclone Ended Phys ical Contest Between the "Old Man" and Sue. "Never, never, shall I forget how that ar" cyclone swooped down on us," said the old man. "It was about three o'clock in the afternoon and me an' the old woman was hoein' corn down thar' by the river. I was ahead of her about two hills an' she hit me on the heel with her hoe. "'You did that on purpose to be mean,' sez I as I turns about " 'Yer dratted heels ar1 too long by a foot,' sez she, as she bristles up to me. " 'Yer another!' yells I, as I drops my hoe. "'Take It back!' yells she, as she spits on her hands and squares off. " 'Never! Sue White, I'm gwlne to swipe the meanness out o' yo' or die a-tryin'!' " 'You can't wallop nuthin', ole man.' "With that," he continued, "we clinched and that thar tout was sun thin' Jist awful to see. The corn was about knee high and I reckon we de stroyed half an acre of it as we pranced about. Bimeby I gin her a twist and a flop an' she went sailin' and Jist then the cyclone busted in on from the river. The ole woman was waltln' to cum down so's to tackle me again, when thar" was a biff skit! skit! and I never sot eyes on her again." "Was she blown away?" I queried. "Slowed away like a feather, sir, while I was flung down and got hold of a bush. That cyclone made a sweep over forty miles long and we never found her mangled remains, even. Poor old Sue!" It must have surprised her?" Yes, I think it did. She had her fingers all spread out to clutch my ha'r as she cum down, an' she was sayin' as how he'd make a wreck o' me when she lighted, and then thar' cum whiff! whiff! and she was gone. She must have bin powerfully surprised, but the Lord's ways ar' past flndln' out, an' supper'll be ready in about five mlnlts." Chicago Dally News, Armed Citizenry. The suggestion that the people of the United States form clubs and com panies for rifle practice and familiar ize themselves in the use of weapons in readiness for protection in case of war is only new in the form of the weaponB in which we are asked to be come skilled. In an epistle to the sher iff of London, dated June 12, 1349, 666 years ago, Edward III sets forth how 'the people of our realm, as well of good quality as mean, have common ly in their sports before these times exercised their skill of shooting ar rows; whence it is well known that honor and profit have accrued to our whole realm, and to us, by the help of God, no small assistance in our warlike acts. Now, however, the said skill being, as it were, wholly laid aside," the king commands the sheriff to make public proclamation that 'every one of the said city, strong in body, at leisure times on holidays, use in their recreations bows and arrows, of pellets and bolts, and learn and ex ercise the art of Bhooting, forbidding all and singular on our behalf that they do not after any manner apply themselves to the throwing of stones, wood or iron, handball, football, bun- dy ball, cambuck or cock-fighting, nor such, like vain plays which have no profit in them." Cambuck or cam- mock was the ancient name for hockey or shinny. More Asbestos Produced, The asbestos-producing industry of the United States is growing. For many years we have been the greatest manufacturers and users of asbestos, drawing our raw material from Can ada, but we are now getting some ex cellent fiber in our own country. The most notable feature of the asbestos Industry in 1914 was the development of a new field In Arizona, which Is furnishing a grade of fiber that com pares very favorably with the Cana dian. As the mineral occurs in the Grand canyon it is frequently desig nated Grand Canyon asbestos, al though the deposit in that remarkable natural wonder is not yet producing asbestos commercially. For electric installation the Arizona asbestos even better than the Canadian product, for it contains a lower percentage of Iron. Asbestos of a low grade has been produced in Georgia for many years. ' Lightning Begin on Tim. A bolt of lightning, shooting through an 18-inch stone wall at the heme of William Reese, near Valley Forge, Pa., tore a hole In the building as large as a man's head, struck a grandfa ther's clock in a room where the fam ily was gathered and threw the glass door of the clock across the room shattering it into a thousand pieces over the head of the farmer, who was lying on a couch. The bolt, stunning his oldest daugh ter, rendering the younger daughter deaf and shocking all In the room, dis charged Itself through the lower por tion of the house, and a dog which lay on the floor was killed. The works of th clock were dam aged and the wood splintered. Algeria' Population. Algeria has a total population of be tween 6,ooo,uou ana b.oou.uou, oi wnom only a little more than 800,000 are of European origin. The French have not found It expedient during this war to insist upon compulsory military service on the part of the natlvt Mo hammedan population IS IDE 1 11 Auffenberg Put in Cell to Save Archduke. Austrian Commander Sent to Prison by Emperor to Prevent Expose of Disaster In Serbia Blamed Frederick. Venice, Italy. The story of the fall of Gen. Baron Auffenberg from his position as commander of one of the tnost powerful of the Austro-Hun-garian armies to an Incommunicado cell in an unnamed prison is one of the most closely guarded secrets in Vienna. Austrian newspapers are not allowed even to mention his name and inquirers in the Hungarian house of deputies have been advised to let the matter drop. From information which has Just reached Venice it appears that the general was summarily arrested aa he was about to leave for Switzerland and has not been allowed to communi cate even with his family or lawyers. His object in going to Switzerland was the publication of a volume of me moirs, in which he hoped to establish his innocence of mismanaging the Austrian campaign against Serbia by putting the blame upon the shoul ders of the commander In chief, the Archduke Frederick. The following explanation of Gen eral Auffenberg's rise and fall comes from personal friends of the general. It is in general agreement with such facts of the case as have been pre viously established: "General Auffenberg, as a former minister of war and one of the great soldiers of the empire, was placed in command of the armies which under took the invasion of Serbia at the beginning of the war. This invasion ended disastrously. The Austrtans were defeated with tremendous losses and retired across the frontier In dis order. There was a hasty investiga tion in Vienna and the investigators reported that General Auffenberg was mainly responsible, owing to his gross mistakes of strategy in planning and carrying out his offense. They rec ommended that he be suspended from bis command. "But it seemed unwise to the mili tary powers to draw public attention to the extent of the disaster in Serbia, so it was decided that Auffenberg's re tirement be attributed to ill health brought on by the strenuous exertions of the campaign, and that the title of baron should be conferred on htm to support the Impression that after all nothing really serious had happened to the Austrian forces in Serbia. The new baron was ordered home and placed on the retired list among 'offi cers at the disposition of the emperor tor future military service.' "The general came home mystified and began a quiet investigation of the situation. As soon as he found out that he was blamed for the failure of the Serbian campaign he demanded that his side of the story should be beard. He received no encouragement In official circles, but it became gen erally known among military men that he planned to re-establish his own reputation by showing that the blame tor the failure must be attributed to the Archduke Frederick. "In one case, for example, the gen eral declared to a group of military men: T will not be made the scape goat for an archduke who ought never to have been intrusted with the su preme command of the Imperial forces, but who ought rather to have been locked up in his palace in Vienna to prevent his meddling in the conduct of the war." "This remark, with others of sim ilar nature, reached the ears of the archduke, whose influence was exer cised to bring about the downfall of the general. The climax came when Auffenberg asserted that, having failed to obtain a hearing In official circles, he would prove his own inno cence and the archduke's blameworthi ness by writing a book on the war and having It published In Switzerland. To prevent his flight into Switzer land and the publication of the threat ened book Emperor Francis Joseph himself stepped In and ordered him arrested and placed In solitary confine ment until the end of the war. He was committed to prison by imperial order, without the semblance of a trial or investigation, and was not al lowed to communicate with the out side world. Questions addressed to the government in the Hungarian house of deputies were answered with the statement that the government could not at this time deal with a purely military matter In parliament" WEDDING ON SNAKE BRIDGE Us Idaho License, Calling Pastor From Prayer Across th Stat Line. Lewtston, Idaho. Mrs. Maud Estes of Kamlah and A. J. Stuart of Stites were united In marriage a few day igo on the Lewlston-Clarkston bridge, lust on the Idaho side of the mid-channel of the Snake river. The parties had come to Lewlston expecting to be married by their pastor, the Rev. J. B. York of the Baptist church of Stites, who was in attendance at an associa tion meeting at Clarkston. On learn ing of their mission they were Invited to be married In the association meet ing, but this was Impossible because the license was obtained in Idaho, and io the meeting adjourned to the cen ser of the bridge.