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About The Maupin times. (Maupin, Or.) 1914-1930 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 22, 1915)
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Hall Bonltll, artlat-photogTapher, pre
face for the day's work In hli ntuiilo.
h'lodle Fliher, hli aanlatant, remind him
if a party hi Is to live In th ttudlo that
night, and that hla bualnein li In bud
Hnanclul hap. Mr. Doremui, attorney
and )uatlc of tha peace, calli and Informa
Hall that hli Uncle Joan'a will haa left
him M,ft,00O on condition that he marry
before hla twenty-alghth birthday, which
begins at midnight that night. Mra. Rena
Koyalton calla at the atudlo and Hall auks
her to marry him at once. She ipara for
time, but Anally uareoe to rive hlui an an
iwer at the party thnt night. Mm Caro
lyn Dallya calla and Hull propoava to her.
She agrcra to give him an anwr at the
party, rioaumund Gale, art model, calla,
1 1 a 1 1 h trlea to rush hor Into an Immediate
CHAPTER V Continued.
She sat bolt upright and (tared at
him with harder and more glittering
yes. "Today? What In the world do
you mean, Hall Bonlstelle?"
"Why, I'm In a hurry aren't you?"
She roae and smoothed down her
skirts. "Why, you know, Hall, of
course I've got to get ma's consent
first, anyway. Naturally. I suppose
she'll want to know whether you're
able to support me, and all that. Tou
don't really have to work, do you?"
"I'm afraid I do." Hs looked at her
"Oh, nothing, only I don't know
ma's funny, sometimes It really
doesn't matter, but well, you know
I'm crazy about yiu. In spite of any
thing, no matter what happens!"
"When can you find out?" he asked
a little angrily. It .was maddening,
Just as he had his millions within
reach. For with her consent again the
"Oh, I don't see that there's any par
ticular hurry. Of course I'd have a lot
te do in any case. There's my clothes."
"Bother your clothes I I'll get you
anything you want after we're mar
ried. I'll be well able to afford It."
"You will?" She eyed him shrewd
ly. "Oh, well, then, I'll go right
home and speak to ma. Of course you
want it settled, I understand. I tell
you, I'll let you know tonight, when I
come to the party."
"Fine! You will come, thea?"
"Of course I'll come! I say, Hall, if
ma gives her consent, we'll announce
our engagement tonight!" Her eyes
sparkled, as she held out her hands
and let herself be folded In his arms
for a farewell kiss. In that caress his
fears were forgotten. Then she freed
herself and walked to the office door.
"Qood-by, Hall, dear! Oh, I hope
we can be happy! And Bay, won't
those swells open their eyes, though,
when they hear the news?" She hur
ried through the office without so
much as a nod to Flodie.
Flodle jumped up. "Oh, your boa.
Miss Gale!" and handed it to her.
"Oh, yes!" Rosamund took it, and
emerged from her dream to look the
"I've Cot to Get Ma's Consent First,
little assistant over . with scornful
triumph. "Thanks." She threw It
.about her neck Jauntily. "Oh, say,
never mind those prints, Miss Fisher;
I'll get them when I coma tonight." Up
went her chin.
"AH right," said Flodie sweetly. "If
I have time to find them I will."
"Time? I'd like to know what you're
"To wait upon" Flodle paused for
effect "customers!" and brought it
out with force.
"Well, you may not be hen so vary
long, if you don't look out," said Rosa
mund. "But while you are, It wouldn't
hurt to be a bit more polite. Miss
Flodie held herself in well, replying,
"No, that's true. But everyone Is so
kind, usually, and Mr. Bonlstelle Is al
ways so nice and dear to me, I sup
pose I am spoiled."
"Oh!" Rosamund's eyes were pis
tols. "Yes, he Is a dear!" She gave
a glance In the mirror. "He's a sav
age when he's affectionate, though,
4,000 MILES FOR CARNATIONS
Chinese Dentist Goes Half Way Across
Continent and Back to Pro
C. Kew, a Chinese dentist of
Shanghai, who is in Seattle on his
way home, doesn't care about distance
or obstacles once he makes up his
mind he wants something. Mr. Kew
arrived n the Pacific coast from
Shanghai in search of health. He
visited the various cities along the
Isn't he! Why, he's mussed up my
hair awfully. But he Is sweet, isn't
be, Miss Fisher?" She smiled wicked
ly and went out
Into the studio Flodle shot, a bullet
out of a gun. Hall was not in sight.
She pounded at the door of the dark
room, stopped and listened, pounded
again. Bang! Bang! Bangl
Hall emergod, scowling.
"What's the matter?"
She grabbed him by the arm.
"Mr. Bonlstelle! Oh, Mr. Bonistelle,"
she cried, "you haven't gone and done
it again, have you?"
"Why, you see" Hall began to stam
mer "really I think she's the best of
the three don't you? It just came
over me she's so devilish pretty, Flo
dle and well, she's going to give me
my answer tonight."
"Oh, Mr. Bonlstelle!" Flodie, de
spairing, dropped Into a chair and
stared at him glasslly. Then she shook
her head, and sighed.
"Well," she said In a hard, dry voice,
"I've heard of men who went out
looking for trouble, but you are the
first one I ever know actually to go
and order it delivered at the house!"
It was two o'clock in the afternoon.
Flodle was crying. Seated at her desk,
her bills littered, her account books in
disorder, her head was down on her
arms, in an attitude of dismal aban.
don. Sha did not weep, she cried.
Hall Bonlstelle married and not to
her! Married to whom? Ah, that
was the worst of it. If Flodie had
known the identity of her rival her
sorrow might have, before now, been
transmuted into anger. Would Mrs.
Royalton, or Carolyn Dallys become
Mrs. Bonlstelle? Or, worst of all,
would tha wedding ring be worn by
Rosamund dale? Flodle didn't know,
Hall didn't know. Even Rosamund
didn't know herself. Henca Flodle's
tears, wet and heavy, splashing, trick
ling, soaking the dark blue blotter of
At two-tan sundry sounds, translat
ed by Flodle's Intimate knowledge of
Hall Bonistelle's ways, indicated bis
approach. She sat hastily down at tha
typewriter and began to print off this
"Quiz Jack; thy frowns vex 0. D,
Interesting mainly because, a con
coction of Flodle's debutante days at
the typewriter, it contained every
known letter of the alphabet. Now it
served to focus her mind on her fin-'
gers, and hide her face from scrutiny.
When Hall came in, she had copied
the statement nine times, and seemed
too busy for speech.
"Say, I'm going out, Flo!" he an
nounced, and tapped with his stick on
the floor thoughtfully.
Flodie kept right on: "thy frowns
vex 0. D. Plumb." But love and curi
osity won against embarrassment. She
wheeled round in her chair. "What
are going to do, Mr. Bonlstelle?
There's work for you to do, I should
"Lord, I don't feel much like work
today, but I've finished Mrs. Royal
ton's plates, Carry Dallys', too; soma
of her poses are not half bad. She's
almost pretty, -did you know it? I
didn't have time to develop Rosamund.
Sha can wait; I expect I'll have plenty
of time for her later."
At the inflection Flodle turned to
him again with a heartbroken look.
"Oh, Mr. Bonlstelle! Have you really
made up your mind that she "
Flodie couldn't finish. She choked.
Hall laughed. "Lord, made up my
mind! What good would that do? It's
up to them, now. Well, I'm on the
way to buy the ring and I ought to
get a suit of clothes to go away in
I haven't anything at all to wear."
Flodie bit her lip hard. "Oh, Mr.
Bonlstelle!" was she going to break
down, after all? In despair, her fin
gers flew to the keys of her machine.
"thy frowns vex O. D. Plumb. Quiz
He tapped her playfully with the
tip of his stick. "Well, I'm off, Flo.
See you tonight. Be here early!"
Flodie turned a wretched face to
him. Her eyes were wet.
"But I don't know how you want
the rooms decorated, Mr. Bonlstelle! "
- "Oh, I don't care use your own
taste. It'll be all right. You can do
it. So long, Flo!" And he was off.
Flodie went to the washstand be
hind the screen and dabbed her eyes
in cold water, then Inspected herself
mercilessly in the mirror. A sigh.
Sha made a face at herself and re
turned listlessly to work.
But mental occupation was impos
sible; Flodie , had too much on her
mind already. Manual exarclsa was
what she needed to keep her from
giving up to her misery. There were the
freshly developed plates sha went
into the dark room to get them.
Taking the rack full of glass nega
tives, she emerged and walked into
the office. Busy with melancholy
thoughts of Hall Bonistelle, a shock
awaited her. There was a stranger
in the room.
"Mr. Bonistelle in?"
Pacific slope and came to Seattle a
After booking his passage for China
he found that he had several days to
wait, and, remembering that ha had
tied a string on his finger to remind
himself to bring home some carna
tion plants, took the first train tor
Chicago and sought a florist noted for
the excellence of his carnations.
He Just has returned from Chicago
with his carnation plants end will sail
Tuesday for Shanghai, where they will
add their part to his flower garden.
He was a tall, gaunt, stoop-ououV
dercd man, with a long upper Hp.
Deep lines, sharp as saw cuts, ran
down his cheeks, and from tha ends
of his gashlike mouth. Ills neck was
flabby, the cords showing like the ribs
of fan. Rusty provincial garments
hung loosely upon him, draping his
bony body, and in hli hands ha held a
soft, felt, prehistorlo hat. Ha was not
at all a city person; one almost smelt
salt marshes at low tide, and clams.
His Ill-cut balr, too, suggested wat
Flodle, at another time, would have
bad trouble in restraining har smile.
Now her heart was too heavy; her
sense of the ridiculous inhibited. Sha
merely looked him over carelessly,
added him up as soma sort of drum
mer person, and replied that her em
ployer was not In.
"Ain't In, eh?" Ha looked her over
inquisitively. "What ba you, anyway,
his wife?" He pierced her with hla
little biua eyes.
Tha words stung her to tha quick;
her nerves were all exposed. 'She
managed her face, however, and re
plied, "No, I'm his assistant, that's
all. Bookkeeper, sort of,"
Ha was still watching her shrewdly.
Ain't going to marry him, be ye?"
Flodle, sensitive as she was, could
not help showing a little of her dis
tress. -The color began to rise on ber
cheeks. In her embarrassment aha
bridled. "Is that any business of
yours?" she answered In meek resent
ment. "Yep," he said, "considerable, as it
happens. Hasslngburys my name.
Jonas B. Ain't never heard o' me, ba
Flodle gasped. "Oh! Not Mr. Bonl
stelle's cousin Jonas?"
Ha nodded solemnly. "Fust cousin
"Oh," she exclaimed, "Mr. Bonts
telle will be awfully sorry to have
"Ain't In, Eh?"
missed you. But I'm afraid he won't
be back till late this afternoon.
Won't, eh? Wall, now, that's too
bad. I did want to have a little dish
o' gossip with Hall. But, coma to
think of it I dunno but perhaps you'll
do Just as well," Again he Inspected
tha room. "Nice place he's got here,
Don't live here, though, does he?
Flodie pointed into the studio. "Yes,
ha has a room in there."
And where do you live, miss?"
Jonas demanded boldly.
His tone was offensive, and Flodle's
blush deepened. She managed to ba
polite. "Oh, quite a way from here.
In darkest Harlem."
H'm!" Jonas' ayes were fastened
on her keenly, watching every change
in Flodie's expressive face. "Ain't
sweet on him, be ye?"
Flodle rose in wrath. What right
had he why should ha stumble so on
tha truth! It was torture for her.
She walked toward the stockroom
trembling. "If you'll axcuse me, Mr.
Hassingbury, I've got soma pictures to
print." She started to enter.
"Hold on a minute, miss, I want to
talk to ye!" said Jonas, beckoning
with a bony finger.
"I'm sorry, but I'm awfully busy,
"Wall," he remarked, "so be I. This
Is important, though. I guess you can
spare me five minutes or so. I didn't
come up all the way from Branford,
Connecticut, and miss prayer meetin
night at that Just for the fun of it.
See here: Is Hall married, or not?
That's what I want to know."
Still Flodie's color mounted. "No,
he's not. Why?"
"See here, miss!" Jonas beckoned
again. "Set ye down; you needn't be
afraid, I ain't goln' to hurt ye. I'm i
religious man and a church member
ye can trust me. Mebbe you think
I'm stlckln' my nose into what's none
of my business, but, land! I'm his
cousin, and I guess I got a "good right
to know' his plans on the subject
matrimony." He gazed at her cruelly
"And I expect you know why. Now,
"No," said Flodie faintly, leaning
oa the desk for support.
"I sea ya know mora'n you're willin
to let on," ha continued. "I wa"n
born yesterday, miss, nor yet the day
before, and I know somethln' about
women, if I be a bachelor. Up in
Branford they call me weather-wise.
Wall, the signs on a woman's face is
just as easy, sometimes. Now see
here " he hitched his chair nearer
to Flodie. "You don't want Hall Boni
stelle to git married no more'n I do
Ain't that so?"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
"It never occurred to me until now
how odd It must seem to anyone to
travel to Chicago and back for a few
carnations," said Mr. Kew. "However,
I am a lover of flowers and wanted
this especial kind, so I guess my trip
was not wasted. I saw a lot of inter
esting country and Chicago itself,
which, by the way, was most extraor
dinarily dirty." Seattle Dispatch to
the Portland Oregonian.
Bulgaria's population is now esti
mated at 4,900,000.
MM FROM DEFEAT
His Greatest Success Came to
Him in the Midst of Failure.
By MAY C. RINGWALT.
"I'm tired and sick of it," slghod
Letitta, hor complaining voice rasping
upon Dlgby's nerves like the rough
touch of rand paper. "Housework from
morning till night. Cooking a meal,
eating a moal, washing dishes after a
meal that's all I have in my lite,"
Instinctively DIgby looked about the
cozy living room with the bright flames
in the open fireplace, the bright flow
ers from the home garden that Letltln
had so artistically arranged in their
pretty vases with Mildred's new
piece of music on the open piano,
Tom's violin case In the corner, Pink's
reversible doll sprawling on the sofa,
the black Dinah head uppermost. "
"I might as well talk to a atone wall
as to you, DIgby," his wife went on
querulously. "Sitting there llko a
graven Image Btaring Into space and
smiling actually smiling!"
"I wasn't conscious of smiling,"
apologized DIgby, "but it seems so
pleasant here so homey and com
fortable." "Yes, very pleasant and comfort
able," she repeated sarcastically,
when all you have to do Is to sit down
and take your ease."
Again DIgby found It impossible to
put his thoughts into words, but as the
sense of weariness that he had shaken
off as he contentedly seated himself
in his arm chair swept over him once
more, his mind turned back to the
long, hard day's work in his orange
"The crop won't be as large as last
spring," he said with exasperating ir
relevance, "but I never saw finer val
encias than we have this year."
Letitia's lips curled.
"And what good will it do us?" she
cried, adroitly using the turn in the
conversation for a new angle of fault
finding. "You'll simply put in more
trees. Spend the money in new irri
gating ditches new piping. I'll have
nothing to show for it."
"Letltia," he asked with a puzzled
pucker in his forehead, "what are you
'I'm driving at being poked away
on a stupid ranch year in and year out
instead of spending our winters in
town like other people!"
He understood at last their next-
door neighbors' proposed flitting to
Los Angeles was responsible for Le
titia's sudden discontent.
"My dear," he blundered, pleased at
having so reasonable an argument to
offer, "Jim Morton's position is very
different from mine. He married a
rich wife, and"
And you only a penniless orphan!"
The red danger signals flared in Le
titia's cheeks and her black eyes
flashed. "But I can tell you right now,
Digby Hollister, if I was only a coun
try school teacher when you married
me, I had more money then to spend
on myself than I've ever had since.
More good times. More everything.
And if I'd known if only I'd known
what an endless Brind married life
was, I'd have remained single to my
"Letitia, do you mean that?"
"Yes, I mean that and a great
many other things that wouldn't be
pleasant for you to hear!"
And dashing down the magazine
whose leaves she had been cutting,
Letltia took flight In a tempest of
anger and tears.
One day followed another, and
strangely enough the world went on as
though nothing had happened. But to
Digby the sweetness had suddenly
gone out of the meadow lark's liquid
music, No longer was there warmth
and color and beauty in the cloudless
sky, in the deepening gold of the
oranges on his trees. And in the
house, while Letitia talked to him as
usual, perhaps a little more than
usual, while Pink still perched on his
knee, Tom discussed football with
the same enthusiasm, and Mildred
dimpled and coquetted in her woman
child way, there was a deep gulf fixed
between the old happiness and the
present benumbing sense of discour
agement and failure.
Digby had other worries besides the
quarrel with his wife. A high wind
blowing and buffeting through the or
chard bad kept him on tenterhooks
for twenty-four hours and left him
anxious. Few oranges had fallen.
They were too heavy, had too firm a
grip upon the tree. But the wind had
stripped off leaves, broken some of the
weaker branches. Left here, there,
everywhere, patches of fruit exposed
to frost should a cold snap set In.
And it was an unusual year in south
ern California. The rainfall below the
average. The weather unseasonable,
changeable, so that no one knew what
to expect next.
There was a nervous tension
throughout the community. An eager
comparing of notes in regard to "off"
years. A heated discussion of prob
abilities among the weatherwise.
During all this trying time of wait
ing and watching, Digby was very si
lent "glum," Letitia called it, quietly
resentful that he did not talk over his
But to Digby talking things over
with his wife was no longer possible.
For It was the truth behind Letitia's
angry words that cut to the quick.
When he married he had expected
such a different future for himself
than tho one he had been able to real
ize. He had hoped, though, that other
things that he had not banked on then
had made up for tha honors and riches
that he had' boyishly dreamed to lay
at the feet of the woman he loved with
an old-fashioned knightlincss of heart
happy little surprises of their dally
comradeship that had flowered their
uphill path of toil and struggle; the
Joy and pride that they had taken In
their children; their pleasant neigh
borhood Interests and intimacies. But
now that he knew that the purple and
fine linen of life wore necessary to Le
titia's happiness, that she had bitterly
felt their lack, every mishap suddenly
seemed part and parcel of bis failure
to satisfy her, and humiliated be hid
his fears deep down In the depths of
his sensitive, hurt soul.
And more and more chill grew the
air that swept down from tha snow
covered mountains fitfully the mer
cury fell and rose again fell and
The smudging pots were put in
roaditiess. An extra supply of crude
oil laid In. A dozen times a night Dig
by was up, his head out the window.
Then with tho unoxpoctedness of
the long expected tha blow came. In
an hour's time, tho mercury dropped
ten degrees. And the sun was still
shining a pale, sickly shine.
"A killing frost tonight," was the
bulletin of warning read In dumb si
lence throughout that fruit-growing
But It was a brave world. No
thought of supinely giving up until
driven to tha last ditch. War had
been declared. That was all. The
fight was on.
In the darkness of night and tho
death grapple Dlgby's garden of gold
en beauty and promise was suddenly
transformed into a hell of ghoulish
ugliness lurid with leaping flames,
belching forth black clouds of smut
Ills face a dull, blank white, a hunt
ed look in his eyes, hour after hour,
the master of the garden worked like
a demon possessed and knew that all
his labor, all his expense, was In vain.
At last, Just as the mocking bright
ness of dawn was flushing the dark
ness of the eastern sky, DIgby, leaving
tho fires in charge of his hired man,
staggered back to the house and, steal
ing in like a thiol In the night,
dropped exhausted upon the living
At the sound of the stealthily-opening
front door, Letitia, who bad spent
sloopless hours lying dressed on the
foot of the bed, sprang eagerly up and
lighted her candle.
Then suddenly a strange, sickening
sensation went through her entire be
ing. Something someone had fallen.
She ran Into the hall, and, holdl.-i;
out her candle, peered Into the bla:k
"Digby!" she tried to call out, but
her throat closed and she could not
She had no recollection of going
down the stairs, but an instant later
she found herself in the living room,
her shaking candle held over the un
conscious form at her feet.
The pale light from the candle ac
centuated the white haggardness of
her husband's face, the black smudges
of soot that gave it a weird uncanni
ness. "Digby!" she cried, frantically shak
ing him by the arm. "Digby!"
There was an answering tremor In
the crumpled body. A stir of move
ment. Slow lifting of the heavy eye
lids. A deep-drawn sigh.
She set down the candle and ran for
water a glass of wine. Kneeling by
his side, she gently forced her arm un
der his shoulders, raising him into a
sitting posture, his head pillowed
against her breast.
"Another failure, Letitia," he fal
tered at last. "All our oranges are
"What difference does it make about
the old oranges!" she cried Joyously,
tears streaming her cheeks. "What
difference about anything, so we still
have each other! Oh, Digby you gavo
me such a fright! I thought you were
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Material Used In Manufacturing Mar
garlne, the Substitute for
Margarine, the cheap substitute for
butter, is made now principally from
vegetable oils. These are cocoanut
oil, palm oil and cottonseed oil. A
certain amount of butter is generally
contained in It, but in most countries
the quantity of this is restricted b;
These oils are carefully refined by
complex chemical processes and
blended In proportions that will make
them imitate butter as nearly as pos
sible. They must melt readily at the
temperature of the human body, other
wise they cannot be digested.
These fats, although possessing the
same nutritive value as butter, do not
contain the vltamines that are so es
sential to maintain normal growth
and health, while butter and olive oil
do contain them, says an exchange.
So anyone who uses these substitutes
should be careful that the rest of his
dietary makes up for this deficiency.
For example, a diet of bread made
from bleached flour with margarine
instead of butter would not maintain
health and would need to be supple
mented by plenty of milk, fresh vege
tables and eggs.
According to a recent dispatch from
Germany, an attempt is now making
there to utilize sunflower seeds as a
source of material for margarine.
The Young Patient.
A clever nurse has an irlglnal way
of inducing a young patient to take a
certain amount of milk the doctor
ordered. The child rebelled against It,
until she poured it over freshly
popped corn, and, after allowing It to
stand for a short time, strained It
carefully and carried It to the patient.
After he was persuaded to "Just taste
I!," and did so with a contemptuous
sip, he finished it with a relish, and
there was no more trouble as long as
the milk diet lasted.
A Professional Adviser.
Brown It was too bad about Doc
tor Bmlthson's death. He was only
Jones Yes; but In a way his work
was finished. He had Just completed
bis book, "How to Live to Be a Hun
dred." Various Substitutes.
"Do you think money is essential to
"Not absolutely. I know several
women who are perfectly happy ac
cumulating soap wrappers and tobac
"Well, what's the catch today?"
aBked the commanding oftlcer.
"Thirty prisoners, excellency."
"Iiahl I never take home a string of
less than 30,000. Throw 'em all back.'
Mm II -
' II IX '. .-yw-X-vX . ........
HE Sequoia National park Is
twenty-four years old, yet,
east of the Rockies, It is
scarcely known. Yellowstone
and Yosemite are the only
two names which the enormous ma
jority of easterners think of when na
tional parks are mentioned. Never
theless, Sequoia Is, perhaps, In point
of average beauty, the superior of all.
It was dear to the heart of John
Muir, father of National parks, and
Chief Geographer R. B. Marshall,
who knows them all as no other man
knows them, having surveyed or tra
versed them in person, has declared
In print that it possesses beauty as
great as all others combined.
It Is par excellence the camping-out
park, as some day will be discovered.
Perhaps the most potent reason for
Its lack of celebrity is that this is the
Big Tree park, and the general public
associates the Big Trees of California
with Yosemite. The Mariposa grove,
within easy reach of the Yosemite
valley, contains several enormous se
quoia trees. In fact the Yosemite Na
tional park contains three groves of
these giants, the two others being the
Merced and Tuolumne groves, which
lie within easy reach to the north
west. The Sequoia National park, how
ever, which lies many miles south of
Yosemite, was created to preserve,
for the use and pleasure of the people
of the United States, by far the great
est groves of the oldest, the biggest,
and tha most remarkable trees living
in this world. They number 1,166,800.
Of these, 12,000 exceed 10 feet In
diameter. The General Sherman tree,
most celebrated of all, Is 279.9 feet
high with a diameter of 36.5 feet. Tho
Abraham Lincoln tree is 270 feet high
with a diameter of 31 feet. The Wil
liam McKiuley tree Is 291 feet high
with a diameter of 28 feet.
Of Mighty Dimensions.
The General Grant National park is
usually mentioned with Sequoia be
cause, though separated by six miles
of mountain and forest, the two are
practically the same national park. It
contains only 2,536 acres and was
created only for the protection of the
General Grant tree, a monster se
quoia 264 feet high and 35 feet in
diameter. But General Grant shares
his domain with distinguished neigh
bors, notably the George Washington
tree, which la only nine feet less In
height and nix feet less in diameter.
The sequoias are the oldest living
things in this world. "They are the
connecting link," writes Ellsworth
Huntington, "between the ancient
East and the modern West.
"Three thousand fence posts, suffi
cient to support a wire fence around
8,000 or 9,000 acres, have- been made
from one of these giants, and that
was only the first step toward using
its huge carcass. Six hundred and
fifty thousand shingles, enough to
cover the roofs of 70 or 80 houses,
formed the second item of Its prod
uct. Finally there still remained
hundreds of cords of firewood which
no one could use becaune of the pro
hibitive expense of hauling the wood
out of the mountains.
"Huge as the sequoias are, their
size is scarcely so wonderful as their
age. A tree that has lived 500 years
Is still In Its 'early youth; one that
has rounded out 1,000 summers and
winters is only in full maturity; and
old age, the threo score years and ten
of tho sequoias, does not come for 17
or 18 centuries.
Growing Before Exodus.
"How old tho oldest trues may be
is not yet certain, but I have counted
the rings of 79 that were over 2,000
His Sad State.
"My Uncle Festus is in a deplorable
condition," related Maudlin Morose.
"Ho has such sinister symptoms and
so many of them that he Is firmly
convinced that he is being hurried to
the tomb by a serious malady, but
juat what it is ho don't know. You
see, bo got bold of a patent medicine
almanac giving a long list of symp
toms which he at once recognized as
being the very ones that ho himself
was entertaining, although he wouldn't
havo known he had 'em it he hadn't
read It there in uncompromising black
and white. And then ho found to his
horror that the next page, giving the
name of the awful disease which
caused those symptoms was torn out.
So now ho knows beyond the perad
venture of a doubt that there Is some
thing terrible the matter with him,
but can't determine what it is."
So far back as the days of Eliza
beth concerted measures were taken
to Improve the dyes employed in Eng
land. In 1759 a dyer named Morgan
Hubblethorne was sent to Persia, "to
years of age, of three that were over
3,000, and of one that was 3,150.
"In the days of the Trojan war and
of the exodus of the Hebrews from
Egypt this oldest tree was a sturdy
sapling, with stiff, prickly foliage like
that of a cedar, but far more com
pressed. It was doubtless a grace
ful, sharply conical tree, 20 or 30 feet
high, with dense, horizontal branches,
the lower ones of which swept tha
ground. Like the young trees of to
day, the ancient sequoia and the
clump of trees of similar age which
grew close to it must have been a
charming adornment of the landscape.
By the time of Marathon the trees
had lost the hard, sharp lines of
youth, and were thoroughly mature.
The lower branches had disappeared,
up to a height of a hundred feet or
more; the giant trunks were disclosed
as bare, reddish columns covered with'
soft bark six Inches or a foot In thick;
as; the upper branches had ac
quired a slightly drooping aspect; and
the spiny foliage, far removed from
the ground, had assumed a graceful,
rounded appearance. Then for cen
turies, through the days of Rome, the
Dark Ages and all the period of the
growth of European civilization, tha
ancient giants preserved the same ap
pearance, strong and solid, but with a
strangely attractive, approachable
The Sequoias are found scattered
all over the park, which has an area
of 161,597 acres, but the greater trees
are gathered in 13 groups of many
acres each, where they grow close to
gether. The following Is a list of a few of
the principal trees, with their names,
height, and diameter:
Giant Forest Grove.
General Sherman, height, 279.9 feet;
dlametor, 36.5 feet.
Abraham Lincoln, height, 270 feet;
diameter, 31 feet.
William McKlnley, height, 291 feet;
diameter, 28 feet.
Dalton, height, 292 feet; diameter,
California, height, 260 feet; - diam
eter, 30 feet.
General Grant Grova.
General Grant, height, 264 feet;
diameter, 35 feet.
George Washington, height, 255
feet; diameter, 29 feet.
The General Sherman tree was dis
covered by James Wolverton, a hunt
er and trapper, on August 7, 1879, at
which time he named the tree in
honor of General Sherman, under
whom he had served during tha war.
Home of the Golden Trout.
The general country Is one of the
most beautiful in America, abounding
in splendid streams, noble valleys,
striking ridges, and towering moun
tains. Some of the best trout fishing
in the world Is found here. The park
la the home of the celebrated golden
trout, which is found nowhere else in
such perfection of color.
These mountains and valleys form
literally one of the most available
pleasure spots on the continent. It is
easily traveled and abounds in fine
camping grounds. The water is drink
able In all tho streams. Aside from
the sequoias the largest, oldest, tall
est, and most valuable forest trees are
found here. There are forests of pine,
fir, cedar, and many deciduous trees
that are fairly royal. There are many
shrubs, wild flowers, ferns and mosses
of wonderful luxuriance and beauty.
It is a park of birds.
Iowa's bee Industry has a value of
$1,500,000 a year.
the end that the arte of dyeing may
be brought into the realme In the
greatest excellency, for thereof will
follow honour to the realme, and great
and ample vent of our clothes." He
was instructed to "have knowledge of
all the materials that may be used in
dyeing, be they hearbs, weeds, barks,
gummes, earths, or what els soever.
. . . If any dyer of China be to
be found in Persia, acqualnte your
self with him, and learne what you
may of him. Set downe in writing
whatsoever you shall learne from day
to day, lest you forget or lest God
should call you; that come life or
death, your country may enjoy the
thing that you go for."
Cause of Worry.
Competent physicians are said to
be agreed that most of the dyspepsia
so prevalent today is due to nothing
but worry. As in other cases, "com
petent physicians" confuse the causa
with the erect. Dyspepsia Is not dua
to worry, but worry is due to dyspep
sia. All chronlo dyspeptics worry,
while no person will worry who has
sound digestion and t clean colon,