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About The Maupin times. (Maupin, Or.) 1914-1930 | View Entire Issue (March 17, 1916)
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IHUOTATIONS hy O. IRWIN MYERS
COPyRlOHT P SOCBf --Witt CawfAsr-
CHAPTER XI Continued.
The trusty, sisterly, ssnslblo voice,
half bantering but altogether kind,
genuinely Interested If the leaat bit
Inquisitive, too, would have gone to a
harder or more hardened heart than
beat on Blanche' balcony that night.
Tet aa Cazalet lighted hla pipe he
looked old enough to be her father.
"I'll tell you some time," he puffed.
"It's only a case of two heads," said
Blanche. "I know you're bothered,
and I should like to help, that's all."
"How do you know? I believe you're
going to devote yourself to this poor
man If you can get him off I mean,
when you do."
"Well?" he said.
"Surely I could help you therel
Especially If he's 111," cried Blanche,
encouraged by his silence. "I'm not
half a bad nurse, really!"
"I'm certain you're not"
"Does he look very ill?"
She had been trying to avoid the
direct question as far as possible, but
this one seemed so harmless. Yet It
was received In a stony silence unlike
any that had gone before. It was as
though Cazalet neither moved nor
breathed, whereas be had been all
sighs and fidgets just before. His pipe
was out already that was the one
merit of bush tobacco, It required
constant attention and he did not
look like lighting it again.
Until tonight they had not men
tioned Scruton since the motoring be
gan. That had been a tacit rule of the
road, of wayside talk and Indoor orgy.
But Blanche had always assumed that
Cazalet had been to see him in the
prison; and now be told her that be
"I can't face him," he cried under
his breath, "and that's the truth! Let
me get him out of this hole, and I'm
his man forever; but until I do, while
there's a chance of falling, I simply
can't face the fellow. It Isn't as It
he'd asked to see me. Why should I
force myself upon him?"
"He hasn't asked to see you because
he doesn't know what you're doing for
him!" Blanche leaned forward as ea
gerly as she was speaking, all her re
pressed feelings coming to their own
In her for Just a moment "He doesn't
know because I do believe you
wouldn't have him told that you'd ar
rived, lest he should suspect! You
are a brick, Sweep, you really are!"
He was too much of one to sit still
under the name. He sprang up, beat
ing his hands. "Why shouldn't I be
Blanche was sharp enough to Inter
"No no but if he had!"
"You'd still stand by him?"
"I've told you so before. I meant
to take him back to Australia with me
I never told you that but I meant
to take him, and not a soul out there
to know who he was." He sighed aloud
over the tragic stopper on that plan.
"And would you still?" she asked.
"If I could get him off."
"Guilty or not guilty?"
There was neither shame, pose, nor
hesitation about that. Blanche went
through into the room without a word,
but her eyes shone finely in the lamp
light Then she returned with a book,
and stood half in the balcony, framed
as in a panel, looking for a place.
"You remind me of 'The Thousandth
Man,' " she told him as she found tt
"Who was he?"
"He's every man who does a thou
sandth part of what you're doing!
said Blanche with confidence. And
then she read, rather shyly and not
On man in a thousand," Solomon says,
will stick more close than a brother.
And It's worth while seeking him hall
If you find him before the other.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine depend
On what the world sees In you.
But the Thousandth Man will stand your
With the whole round world agin you."
"I should hope he would," said Caza
let, "if he's a man at all."
"But this is the bit for you," said
"His wrong's your wrong, and his right's
In season or out of season.
Stand up and back It In all men's sight
with that for your only reaaonl
Nine hundred and nlnety-ntne can't bide
ine sname or mocking or laughter.
But the Thousandth Man will stand by
To the gallows-foot and after!"
The last words were Italics la
Blanche's voice, and It trembled, but
so did Cazalet's aa be cried out in bis
'That's the finest thing I ever heard
in all my life! But it's true, and so
it should be. I don't take any credit
for it" i
Then you're all the more the thou
He caught her suddenly by the
shoulders. His rough hands trembled;
his Jaw worked. "Look here, Blanche!
If you had a friend, wouldn't you do
Yes, If I'd such a friend as all
that," she faltered.
'You'd stand by his side 'to the gal-
lows-foot'-lf he was swine enough to
"I dare say I might."
"However bad a thing it was mur
der, If you like and ' however much
he was mixed up In it not like poor
'I'd try to stick to him," she said
'Then you're the thousandth worn
," said Cazalet "God bless you.
He turned on his heel in the bal
cony, and a minute later found the
room behind him empty. He entered,
stood thinking, and suddenly began
looking all over for the photograph of
himself, with a beard, which he had
seen there a week before.
'Look Here, Blanche! If You Had a
Friend, Wouldn't You Do It?"
to him to a poor devil who's been
through all he's been through? Ten
years! Just think of it; no, It's un
thinkable to you or me. And It all
started In our office; we were to blame
for not keeping our eyes open; things
couldn't have come to such a pass If
we'd done our part, my poor old father
for one I can't help saying it and I
myself for another. Talk about con-
trlbutory negligence! We were neg
ligent as well as blind. We didn't
know a villain when we saw one, and
we let him make another villain un
der our noses; and the second one
was the only one we could see in his
true colors, even then. Bo you think
we owe him nothing now? Don't you
think I owe him something, aa the
only man left to pay?"
But Blanche made no attempt to
answer his passionate questions. He
had let himself go at last; it relieved
her also in a way, for it was the natu
ral man back again on her balcony.
But be bad set Blanche off thinking on
.other lines than be Intended.
"I'm thinking of what he must have
felt he owed Mr. Craven and and
Ethel!" she owned.
"1 don't bother my head over either
of them," returned Cazalet harshly.
"He was never a white man In bis
lifetime, and she was every Inch his
daughter. Scruton's the one I pity
because I've suffered so much from
that man myself."
"But you don't think he did It!
to see her, the instant he landed, or
seemed so overjoyed, and such a boy
again, or made so much of her and
their common memories! He need not
have begun begging her, In a minute,
to go out to Australia, and then never
have mentioned it again; he might
Just as well have told ber If be had or
hoped to have a wife to welcome herl
Of course he saw it afterward, him
self; that was why the whole subject
of Australia had been dropped so sud
denly and for good. Most likely ho
had married beneath him; If so. she
was very sorry, but he might have said
that ho was married.
Curiously enough, It was over Mar
tha that she felt least able to forgive
him. Martha would say nothing, but
her unspoken denunciations of Caia
let would be only less Intolerable than
her nnspoken sympathy with Blanebo.
Martha had been perfectly awful about
the whole thing. And Martha had com
mitted the final outrage of being per
fectly right, from her IdLtto pjint of
Now among all these meditations et
a long night, and of a still longer day,
in which nobody even troubled to send
her word of the case at Kingston, It
would be too much to say that no
thought of Hilton Toye ever entered
the mind of Blanche. She could not
help liking him; he amused her im
mensely; and he had proposed to ber
twice, and warned her he would again.
She felt the force of his warning, be
cause she felt his force of character
S IT BABEL TOWER?
Ruins in Euphrates Valley Inter
Many Believe Tower Famous 8truc
ture Mentioned In the Bible
Built of Colored Brick In Suc
cession of Stages.
It Is doubtful It there is any place
In the world so rich in ancient re
mains as the valley of the Euphrates,
In Mesopotamia. The result is that
to archeologists and scholars the place
Is a veritable "Tom Tiddler's ground,"
and new "finds" are constantly being
reported. When it la remembered
that tradition places the site of the
Garden of Eden here, while amongst
its many ruins are those of ancient
Babylon, the promising nature of the
valley to the scientific excavator be
It Is near the ruins of Babylon that
we find what many scholars believe to
be the remains of the Tower of Babel
an Immense cube of brick work
Ta-v3 ft I
HE APPRECIATED COLD DRINK
Farmer, In Enjoyment of His Refresh.
ment, Calls on Wife and Chil
dren to Join Him.
Claudo Martin of St Louis county
says (his really happened: A farmer
In the Creve Coeur district whose
wife greatly deprecates his intermit
tent convival tendency, came to St,
Louis in the holidays and greatly en
Joyed himself. Upon returning home
ha was extremely thirsty, desiring
above all things, a drink of cold wa
ter, and yet fearing to arouse his vig
ilant wife. He put up his horses and
cautiously approached the old draw
well. The bucket rose almost noise
lessly as he pulled the windlass and
he secured a mighty draft.
He drank till he could hold no more,
The night was quite cold and the wa
Suddenly, in the gratitude of his re
freshment, he lifted up his voice.
. "Maria!" he shouted. "Oh, Maria!"
"Whatever do you want?" demand
ed his wife, from the house. "What
are you standing out there in the lot,
bellerin' like a calf for?"
"Oh, Maria," the husband pleaded,
"you and the children come on out
here and git some of this good water."
St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
HUBBY IN HARD LUCK
MEANT WELL, BUT FRIEND WIFE
13 HARD TO CONVINCE.'
Quid pro Que.
It was hla blessing that had done
It; up to then she had controlled her
feelings In a fashion worthy of the
title just bestowed upon her. If only
he had stopped at that, and kept his
blessing to himself! It sounded so
very much more like a knell that
Blanche had begun first to laugh, and
then to make such a fool of herself
(as she herself reiterated) that she
was obliged to run away in the worst
But that was not the end of those
four superfluous words of final bene
diction; before the night was out they
had solved, to Blanche's satisfaction,
the hitherto impenetrable mystery of
He had done something In Austra
lia, something that fixed a gulf be
tween him and her. Blanche did not
mean something wrong, much less a
crime, least of all any sort of com
plicity in the great crime which had
been committed while be was on his
way home. But she believed the
worst he had done was to emulate
his friend, Mr. Potts, and to get en
gaged or perhaps actually married to
somebody in the bush.
There was no reason why he should
not; there never had been any sort
or kind of understanding between her
self and him; it was only as lifelong
friends that they had written to each
other, and that only once a year. Life
long friendships are traditionally fatal
to romance. They had both been
free as air; and if he was free no
longer, she had absolutely no cause
for complaint even if she was fool
enough to feel it
All this she saw quite clearly in her
very honest heart And yet he might
have told her; he need not have flowa
"I Guess I'm Not Fit to Speak to You,"
and will. She literally felt these
forces, as actual emanations from the
strongest personality that had ever
impinged upon her own.
In the day of reaction, such consid
erations were bound to steal in
single spies, each with a certain con
solation, not altogether innocent of
comparisons. But the battalion of
Toye's virtues only marched oa
Blanche when Martha came to her, oa
the little green rug of a lawn behind
the house, to say that Mr. Toye him
self had called and was in the drawing-room.
Blanche stole up past the door, and
quickly made herself smarter than she
had ever done by day for Walter Caia
let; at least she put on a "dressy"
blouse, her calling skirt (which al
ways looked new), and did what she
could to her hair. All this was only
because Mr. Toye always came dowa
aa if It were Mayfair, and it was rotten
to make people feel awkward If you
could help it So in sailed Blanche,
in her very best for the light of day,
to be followed as soon as possible by
the Bllver teapot though she had Just
had tea herself. And there stood Hil
ton Toye, chin blue and collar black,
his trousers all knees and creases, ex
actly as he had Jumped out of the boat
train. "I guess I'm sat fit to speak to you,"
he said, "but that's Juat what I've
come to do for the third time!"
"Oh, Mr. Toye!" cried Blanche,
really frightened by the face that
made his meaning clear. It relaxed
a little as she shrank Involuntarily,
but the compassion in his eyes and
mouth did not lessen their steady de
termination. "I didn't have time to make myself
presentable," he explained. "I thought
you wouldn't have me waste a moment
It you understood the situation. I
want yon to promise to marry me
right now!" '
Blanche began to breathe again.
Evidently he was on the eve of yet an
other of his Journeys, probably back
to America, and he wanted to go over
engaged; at first she had thought he
had bad news to break to her, but tan
was no worBe than she had heard be
fore. Only it was more difficult to
cope with him; everything was differ
ent, and he so much more pressing
and precipitate. She had never met
this Hilton Toye before. Yes; she
was distinctly frightened by him. But
In a minute she had ceased to
frightened of herself; she knew her
own mind once more, and spoke it
much as he had spoken his, quite com
passionately, but Just as tersely to
"One moment" he interrupted. "I
said nothing about my feelings, be
cause they're a kind of stale proposi
tion by this time; but for form's sake
I may state there's no change there,
except in the only direction I guess a
person's feelings are liable to change
toward you. Miss Blanche! I'm a worse
case than ever. If that makes any dif
ference." Blanche shook her yellow head.
"Nothing can," she said. "There must
be no possible mistake about it this
time, because I want you to be verj
good and never ask me again.
(TO BJE CONTINUHD.)
A Lonely Pile, Worn by Ages of
Weather Is the World's Only Claim
ant to the Honor of Being to Tower
' of Babel.
called by the natives Blrs MImrud.
Recent exhaustive examination of the
strange pile and its site has revealed
the fact that the tower which once
stood here consisted of seven stages
of brick work on an earthen platform,
each stage being of a different color.
The tower boasted of a base measure
ment of nearly six hundred square
feet, and rose to an unknown height.
Even today the ruins rise some hun
dred and sixty feet above the level of
the surrounding plain. Popular Me
Dog Knows Phone Ring.
Bud, a Boston terrier, owned by W.
P. Pinney, an employee of the South
ern New England Telephone company
and a member of the volunteer fire
brigade, can distinguish his master's
telephone call two rings from the
other numbers on the 316 line, accord
ing to a Wlnsted (Conn.) dispatch to
the New York Hehald.
When the bell rings twice and Pin
ney Is at home and does not hear the
call the dog searches for him. By
barking and other means he attracts
his master's attention to the tele
phone. When Pinney falls to respond at
night to the double ring Bud dashes
to his master's room and rouses him.
That is one reason why Pinney never
falls to report for duty at a night fire,
Out of the Ordinary.
"I'm very much afraid my wife is
going to have brain trouble," said the
"What reasons have you for think
ing so?" queried his friend, the doc
tor. "Last Sunday," explained the plll-
maker, "when she returned from
church she repeated the text and
never said a word about what the
other women had on."
The Farmer Hev you noticed how
purty Silas Corntassle's daughter li
getting to be? 1
The Parson (Bomewhat of an artist)
Why, she's as beautiful as Hebe.
The Farmer No; she's a heap Bight
purtler than he be. She gits her beau
ty from her ma.
Napoleon In Opera.
Long ago dramatic authors put Na
poleon I upon the stage. But until the
present the little corporal has only
spoken. Now he is going to sing. The
libretto of the opera is ready and a
Genevese musician, M. Joseph Lauber,
is to write the music. The title Is sim
ple, "1815." The theme will Include
the flight from the Isle of Elba, the
hundred days, Waterloo and St.
Helena. The role of the emperor will
be taken by M. Zimmerman, who
Joins to a strong tenor voice the Na
poleonic face. The idea of making
Napoleon sing does not lack in audac
ity and one may well ask if It will be
accepted by the French public.
London Short of Doctor.
The operation of the English Insur
ance act, with its free medical atten
tion to the low-waged class, Is seri
ously hampered by lack of doctors. In
London, the 1,440 panel doctors have
been reduced by 170 who have Joined
the forces at the front, leaving 1,270
to look after the city's 1,600,000 in
sured persons. If the remaining num
ber is further reduced by the new
armies, the medical benefit of the In
surance act may be allowed to lapse,
which would bring great suffering
upon the poor.
8outh Africa's Fruit Exports.
It Is anticipated that large quan
tities of oranges and other citrus
fruits will be available for shipment
from South Africa to England during
the coming season. In another four
years the South African shlpmonts of
such fruit will, according to the esti
mate of C. du Chlapplni, British gov
ernment trades commissioner to South
Africa, amount to 400,000 boxes, and
in ten years to 4,000,000 boxos annually.
Greece Exports Much Opium.
Opium Is such an Important article
of export from Greece that it ranks
third in the country's export list, com
ing after tobacco and currants. There
was an enormous increase In the
opium exports in 1914 on account ct
the war, which reflected to Salonlkl
shipments of the drug which would
otherwise have been landed elsewhere.
Opium shipped from Greece Is uecd
for the manufacture of morphine.
I understand you have a new
hostler from England." i
'Yes. I'm giving him a few lessons
In hanging on to his 'altches.' "
"What's the first lesson?'
"He repeats after me, 'Harry Hast
ings had a hotel in Hoboken.' "
"How's he getting along?"
"Fine. He can say that sentence
now and only drop two out of the
Might Be Worse.
"Doppel certainly does look ridicul
ous in his motor car."
"He wears big goggles, the latest
agony In motor caps, a coffee-colored
coat and a pair of enormous gauntlets."
'Well, I don't object to a man dress
ing up like that, Just so he doesn't
plaster his car with pennants when he
makes a tour through the country."
Fact Is, He Merely Wanted to Inquire
if His Neighbor Would Exchange
Seats, and the Catas
Just to please his wife the obliging
man bought tickets for a play that he
did not want to see, on a Saturday aft
ernoon when the only two seats avail
able were the width of the house
apart. The ticket seller was sorry and
correspondingly generous with sugges
tions for relief.
"It won't make much difference,
since the lady Is your wife," he said;
"still it would be nice for you to sit
together. If the person sitting be
side either of you happens to have
bought a single seat perhaps he will
change. It would be worth trying,
The obliging man thought it would
be. He had an end seat. His neigh
bor, was a lady. She was good-looking.
She talked to no one, she looked
at none. The obliging man concluded
that she was seeing the play alone.
It took courage to put his conclusion
to the test, but the ticket seller's sug
gestion hammered away persistently,
so during the first intermission the
obliging man leaned sideways and
"I beg your pardon, are you here
His tone was courteous, his manner
chivalrous, but the rudeness of a
navvy would have inflamed her less.
From a kindly, gentle lady she was
transformed into an outraged goddess.
She looked at the obliging man Just
once, but that was enough; he fell
Then she spoke, not to him, but to
an usher passing down the aisle.
"Can you get me another Btall?" she
said. "I qyi't Bit here any longer.
"This man has insulted me."
"I only" began the obliging man,
but the usher wouldn't lot him finish.
He looked nearly as ferocious as the
"Fortunately I can," he Bald. "A
lady on the other side of the house
is not pleased with the seat she's got,
so I'll bring her over here. He won't
Before the obliging man could get
up to let her pass the Insulted lady
had walked right over him, and, un
der the guidance of the usher, was
marching over to the opposite side of
They stopped before a woman who
looked most uncomfortable in ber
"Perhaps this lady will change seats
with you," Bald the usher.
"I shall be glad if you will," said
the injured one, "but before you go it
is my duty to warn you. You will
have to sit beside a regular beast of
a man. He insulted me. That is why
I had to leave."
The lonely woman was standing up.
She saw where the other woman had
come from. Her face flamed.
"What did he say?" she demanded.
"Ho wanted to know if I was here
The usher tried to show the lonely
lady the way, but she got there be
fore him. Without ceremony sho
dropped Into the unoccupied seat.
"Now," said she, "I want to know
all about It. What did you mean by
asking that red-headed woman If she
was here alone?"
He tried to tell her then, he has
tried to toll hor since, and no doubt
he will be trying to tell her on his
death-bed, but he might as well save
his breath. She will never boliove
him. New York Times.
Hub I told Bohrsum that we might
drop in on them tonight.
Wife Oh, fudge! You know I don't
want to visit those people, and I can't
see why you do.
Hub I don't. I told him that so
that we can stay at home tonight
without fear of having them drop in
Ma's Too Busy.
"Everybody's sick at your house."
"Yep. Pa's got the grippe. So has
Aunt Mary and Sister Jane. I'm just
getting over it."
"And your mother? Has she the
"Gee, whizz no! Ma ain't got no
time to have tt. She's got to wait on
all the rest of 'em."
"Taking a cheerful view of life is
all a matter of habit," said the phi
losopher. "Perhaps so," answered the man
with a worried look, "but so long as
the stork continues to show such par
tiality to my household, I fear It's
a habit I won't be able to acquire."
"Miss Flivver will read a paper be
fore the Thursday Literary club on
'British Bards.' "
"That's a rather large order, I should
"Depends on how you look at it.
She says she can do Browning nicely
In a paragraph."
"Then you say you have a model
"Quite. Since we have been mar
ried be has never given the neigh
bors a moment's anxiety."
Many suites of the high-class apart
ment houses in New York use the al
phabet Instead of numerlcalB to desig
nate them. It is more classy, you
know. The other day Mary Miles Mln
ter, the winsome little film star, ac
cording to Bide Dudley, offended a
man, and she would not have done It
Intentionally for the world. He called
at the Mlnter home, apartment A, In
a Harlem flat building, seeking a
friend who lives In apartment H. He
had misunderstood the elevator boy.
"Does Mr. Smith live here?" he asked,
as Miss Mlnter appeared at the door.
She shook her head. "Go to H," she
replied. The man went downstairs
and complained to the building's su
perintendent. Whon he was made to
understand what Miss Minter meant
he cooled down. But ho was pretty
mad tor a while.
Operates In Red Light.
The sensitiveness of the eye to red
light has led Doctor Bergonle of Paris
to employ such light In surgical oper
ations and in making radiograms of
the human body. The operating room
is lighted by only a red lamp. The pa
tient is radiographed upon a fluores
cent green screen of platinocyanlde of
barium and the Image is Been with a
distinctness far greater than when the
observer was in a white light before
looking at it During the operation the
red light makes venous blood appear
almost black In strong contrast with
arterial blood, while the slightest
asphyxia In the anesthetized subject
Bhows Itself instantly in a blackening
of the wound.
New 8ource of Paper Pulp.
Recent experiments in England have
shown that paper pulp of a good qual
ity can be made from sudd, the inex
haustible vetetable product of the
White Nile. '