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About The Maupin times. (Maupin, Or.) 1914-1930 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 20, 1918)
WORLD HAPPENINGS OF Brief Resume Most important Daily News'ltems. COMPILED FOR YOU Events of Noted People, Governments ' and Pacific Northwest and. Other Things Worth Knowing. Leon J. Canova, head of the Mexi can bureau of the State department at Washington, D. C, since 1915, has re signed because of ill health. President Melendez, of Salvador, is seriously ill, the State department was advised Tuesday, and Vice-President Qulnonez is in charge of the govern ment. Not even the number of delegates to the peace conference has as yet been fixed, said an official note Issued in Paris Tuesday denying various re ports as to the make-up of the French delegation. At a mass meeting in honor of Presi dent Wilson's visit to Europe, a reso lution of welcome was adopted Tues day and accepted by Hugh Grant Smith, counsellor of the American le gation at Copenhagen. Many promin ent people were present and great enthusiasm was shown. That Pope Benedict Is prepared to abandon a custom of nearly half a century and no longer consider him self bound to remain within the grounds of the Vatican is the firm be lief In several circles In Home. Many incidents recently have led the public opinion toward this belief. President Wilson will leave Paris Christmas eve and go to American general headquarters. From head quarters he will proceed to the Amer ican front. He will have Christmas dinner with the American troops, and not with the American commander-in-chief or other officers. The former German crown prince at the outbreak of the revolution asked that he be allowed to remain with his army as a general, but his request was refused, according to the Deut sche Zeitung, of Berlin. He then of fered to remain as a common soldier, but this also was rejected. William J. Bryan took Mrs. Bryan to Johns Hopkins hospital in Balti more Tuesday for a consultation with Dr. L. F. Barker. They came from their summer home at Ashevllle, N. C. Mr. Bryan said Mrs. Bryan had been ailing for six months and that he was there to find out if she could get well. Seventeen men, members of the crew of the British steamer Larch grove, lout their lives when that ship was sunk In a collision with the Amer ican steamer Hawaiian in the latter part of October In the Strait of Gibral tar, it was learned In Now York Tues day, with the arrival of the Hawaiian. Dr. Sidoulo Paes, president of Por tugal,, was shot and killed by an as sassin shortly before midnight Satur day while he was in a railway station at Lisbon waiting for a train to Opor to. Advices from Lisbon reporting the assassination say that he was struck by three bullets. President Paes died within a few minutes after he was shot. It Is officially estimated that Uiore are a million cases of Influenza in the Dutch East Indies. Government supervision over the steel Industry and steel price fixing will end December 31. The sugar grinding season In Porto Rico opened this week. The prospect is good for small quantities of new sugars to reach the refiners before the new year. The Hessian Workmen's, Peasants' and Soldiers' council has been dis solved and will be replaced by the "Peoples' Council for the Republic of Hesse." The value of the German mark has fallen below 43 to the British pound. Before the war the mark was worth approximately one shilling, or 20 marks to the pound. Holding that the war may be over, but has not been fully paid for, Sec retary of the Treasury McAdoo has sent an appeal to the twelfth district federal reserve bank to urge all own- era to retain their liberty bonds. Representatives ot the troops which are to guard Berlin took an oath lu the town hall at Stegllts, swearing absolute loyalty to the Gorman peo ple's republic. Independent socialists exhorted the soldiers to disarm, but they refused. I CURRENT jwarolpotthev UTH CAROLYN AND PRINCE MAKE THE ACQUAINTANCE OF AUNTY ROgE, MR. STAGG'S HOUSEKEEPER Synopsis. Her father and mother reported lost at sea when the Dunraven, on which they had sailed for Europe, was sunk, Carolyn May Cameron Hannah's Carolyn Is sent from New York to her bachelor uncle, Joseph Stagg at The Corners. The reception given her by her uncle Is not very enthusiastic. CHAPTER I Continued. 2 A voice calling, "Chuck! Chuck 1 Chuck-a-chuck I" came from behind the old house. A few white-feathered fowls that had been in sight scurried wildly away in answer to the sum mons. Mr. Stagg, still looking at the little girl, set down the bag and reached for the dog's leash. The loop of the latter he pussed around the gatepost. "I tell you what it is, Cnr'lyn May. You'd better meet Aunty Itose first alone. I've my fears about this mon grel." "Oh, Uncle Joe I" quivered his niece. "You go ahead and get acquainted with her," urged Mr. Stagg. "She don't like dogs. They chase her chickens and run over her flower beds. Aunty Rose is peculiar, I might say." "Oh, Uncle Joe 1" repeated the little girl faintly. "You've got to make her like you, if you want to live here," the hardware dealer concluded firmly. He gave Carolyn May a little shove up the path and then stood back and mopped his brow with his handker chief. Prince strained at the leash and whined, wishing to follow his little mistress. Mr. Stagg said: "You'd better keep mighty quiet, dog. If you want your home address to be The Corners, sing small 1" Carolyn May did not hear this, but disappeared after the fowls -around the corner of the wide, vine-draped porch. The pleasant back yard was full of sunshine. On the gravel path beyond the old well, with Its long sweep and bucket, half a hundred chickens, some guineas and a flock of turkeys scuffled for grain which was being thrown to them from an open pan. That pan was held In the plump hand of a very dlgnlUed-looklng wom an, dressed In drab and with a sun bonnet on her head. Aunty Rose's appearance smote the little girl with a feeling of awe. There was no frown on her face; it was only calm, unruffled, unemo tional. It simply seemed as though nothing, either mnterlnl or spiritual, could rufllo the placidity, of Aunty Roso Kennedy. She enme of Qunker stock and the serenity of body and spirit taught by the sect built a wall between her and everybody else. "Child, who are you?" asked Aunty Rose with some curiosity. Tho little girl told her name; but perhaps It was her black frock and hat that Identified her In Aunty Rose's mind, after all. "You are Hannah Stugg's little girl," she said. "Tos'tn If you please," Carolyn Muy confessed faintly. "And how enme you here alone?" "If you please, Uncle Joe said I'd better prob'ly come ahead and get ac quainted with you first" " 'First? What do you mean, 'flrstr " asked Aunty Rose sternly. "First before you saw Prince," re sponded the perfectly frank little girl "Uncle Joe - thought maybe you Wouldn't care for dogs." "DogsP "No, ma'am. And of courso where I live Trlnce has to live too. So" "So you brought your dog?" "Yes, ma'am." "Of course," said Aunly Rose com posedly, "I expected you to come here. I do not know what Joseph Stagg ex pected. But I did not suppose you would have a dog. Where is Joseph Stags?" "He ho'a coming." "With the dog?" "Yes, ma'am." Aunty Rose seemed to take some time to digest this; but she made no further comment In regard to the mat ter, only saying: "Let us go Into the house, Carlyn May. You must take off your hat and batho your face and hnnds." Carolyn May Cameron followed the stately figure of Aunty Rose Kennedy Into the blue-and-whlto kitchen of the old house, with something ot the feel ing of culprit on tho way to the block. Such a big kitchen as It wast The little girl thought It must be almost at big as their wholo apartment in Harlem "put together." The little girl took oft her plain black hnt, ahook back her hair and patted It smooth with her hands, then plunged her hinds and face Into the basin of coot water Aunty Rose had drawn for her at the slut The dust orners BELMOEE ENDICOTT COPYRIGHT -1910 - BY DODD, MEAD Ktw COMPANY. was all washed away and a fresh glow came into, her flowerlike face. Aunty Rose watched her silently. Such a dignified, upright, unrespon sive woman as she seemed standing there! And so particular, neat and immaculate was this kitchen 1 Carolyn May, as she dried her face and hands, heard a familiar whine at the door. It was Prince. She won dered If she had at all broken the Ice for him with Aunty Rose. "Oh," the little girl mused, "I won der what she will say to a mongorei." CHAPTER II. Going to Bed. Mr. Stagg had fastened Prince's strap to the porch rail and he now came In with the bag. "Is that all the child's baggage, Jo seph Stagg?" asked Aunty Rose, tak ing it from his hand. "Why why, I never thought to ask her," the man admitted. "Have you a trunk check, Car'lyn?" "No, sir." "They sent you up here with only that bog?" Mr. Stagg said with some exasperation. "Haven't you got any clothes but those you stijnd in?" "Mrs. Price said said they weren't suitable," explained the little girl "You see, they aren't black." "Oh !" exploded her uncle. "You greatly lack tact, Joseph Stagg," said Aunty Rose, and the hard ware dealer cleared his throat loudly as he went to the sink to perform his "Child, Who Are You?" Asked Aunty Rote With Some Curiosity. pre-supper ablutions. Carolyn May did not understand Just what the woman meant "Ahcml" said Uncle Joe gruffly. "S'pose I ought t've read that letter before. What's come of It, Car'lyn May?" Rut just then tho little girl was so deeply Interested In what Aunty Rose was doing that she failed to hear him. Mrs. Kennedy brought out of the pan try a tin pie plute, on which were scraps of meat and bread, besides a goodly marrow bone. "If you think the dog Is hungry, Car'lyn May," she said, "you would better give him this before we break our fust" "Oh, Aunty Rose!" gasped the little girl, her sober face all a-smlle. "Ue'U be de-light-ed." She carried the pan out to Trlnce. When the door closed again, Mrs. Kennedy went to the stove and In stantly, with the opeulng of the oven, the rush of delicious odor from it made Carolyn May's mouth fairly water. Such flaky biscuit two great pans full of the brown beauties I Mr. Stagg sat down at the table and actually smiled. The little girl took her Indicated place at the table timidly. "Joseph Stagg." said Aunty Rose, sitting down, "ask a blessing." Uncle Joe's harsh voice seemed eud dculy to become gentle as he rever ently said grace. Mr. Stagg was In haste to eat and get back to the store. "Or that Chet Uormley will try to wake a meal off some ot the hardware, I guess," be snld gloomily. "Oh, dear me. Uncle Joe P exclaimed Carolyn May. "It he did that, he'd die of Indignation.' "Huh? Oh I I guess twould cause Indigestion," s greed her Unci a, Aunty Rose did not even smile. "Bless me!" Mr. Stagg exclaimed suddenly. "What s that on the mantel, Aunty Rose? That yaUer letter?" "A telegram for you, Joseph Stagg," replied the old lady composedly. . "Well!" muttered the hardware dealer, and Carolyn May wondered If he were not afraid to express just the emotion he felt at that Instant His face was red and he got up clumsily to secure the sealed message. "Who brought it and when?" he asked finally, having read the law yer's night letter. "A boy. This morning," said Aunty Rose, utterly calm. "And I never saw It this noon," grumbled the hardware dealer. Mrs. Kennedy quite ignored any suggestion of impatience In Mr. Stagg"s voice or manner. But he seemed to lose taste for his supper after reading the telegram. "Where is the letter that this Mr. Price wrote and sent by you, Car' lyn?" he asked as he was about to depart for the store. The little girl asked permission to leave the table and then ran to open her bag. Mr. Stagg said doubtfully: "I s'pose you'll have to put her some where for the present Don't see what else we can do, Aunty Rose." "You may be sure, Joseph Stagg, that her room was ready for her a week ago," Mrs. Kennedy rejoined, quite unruffled. The surprised hardware dealer gurgled something in his throat "What room?" he finally stammered. "That which was her mother's, Han nah Stagg's room. It is next to mine and she will come to no harm there." "Hannah's!" exclaimed Mr. Stagg. "Why, that ain't been slept in since she went away." "It is quite fit, then," said Aunty Rose, "that It should be used for her child. Trouble nothing about things that do not concern you, Joseph Stagg," she added with, perhaps, addi tional sternness. Carolyn May did not hear this. She now produced the letter from her law yer. "There it is, Uncle Joe," she said. "I I guess he tells you all about me in It" ' "Huml said the hardware man, clearing his throat and picking up his hat. "I'll read it down at the store." "Shall shall I see you again to night, Uncle Joe?" the little girl asked wistfully. "You know, my bedtime's half-past eight." "Well, If you don't see me tonight again, you'll be well cared for, I haven't a doubt," said Uncle Joe short ly, and went out. Carolyn May went soberly back to her chair. She did not eat much more. Somehow there seemed to be a big lump In her throat past which she could not force the food. As the dusk fell, the spirit of loneliness gripped her and the tears pooled behind her eyelids, ready to pour over her cheeks at the least "Joggle." Yet she was not usually a "cry-baby" girl. Aunty Rose was watching her more closely than Carolyn May supposed. After her third cup of tea she arose and began quietly clearing the table. The newcomer was nodding In her place, her blue eyes clouded with sleep and unhapplness. "It Is time for you to go to bed, Car'lyn May," said Aunty Rose firmly. "I will show you the room Hannah Stagg had for her own when she was a girl." "Thank you, Aunty Rose," said the little girl humbly. She picked up the bag and followed the stately old woman Into the back ball and up the stairway Into the ell. Carolyn Muy saw that at the foot of the stairs was a door leading out upon the porch where Prince was now mov ing about uneasily at the end of his leash. She would have liked to say "good night" to Prince, but it seemed better not to mention this feeling to Aunty Rose, The fading hues of sunset In the sky gave the little girl plenty ot light to undress by. She thought the room very beautiful, too. "Do you need any help, child r asked Mrs. Kennedy, standing in her soldierly manner In the doorway. It was dusky there and the little girl could not see bcr face. "Oh, no, ma'am," said Carolyn May fulntly. "Very well," said Aunty Rose and turned away. Carolyn May stood in the middle of the room and listened to her descending footsteps. Aunty Rose had not even bidden her good night I Like a marooned sailor upon a des ert Island the Little girl went about exploring the bedroom which was to be hew and which had once been her mother's. That fact helped greatly. Then she looked at the high, puffy bed. "How ever can I get Into It?" sighed Carolyn Muy. She had to stand upon her tiptoes In her fluffy little bedroom slippers to pull back the quilt and the blanket and sheet underneath It The bed was Just a great big bag of feathers I "Just like a big. big pillow," thought the little glrL "And It I do get Into It I'm ll'ble to sink down and down and down till I'm burled, and wont ever be able to get up In the morn ing." Joseph Stagg Is filled with dis may when he learns from a lav yer friend of his brothen-ln-law that Carolyn has been left pen niless and has been consigned to his tare. Hie frame ef mind does not premise well for Care lyn's future happiness. Tke Patron Saini of CWisfinas r " - , y M fe? ' '435 ""til' ' --Ait 'it mi ' -; f rTHROUGHOUT this Christmastide and Coming Year may we con' stantly give tKat greatest gift of love Service to the cause of right and justice, to our fellow man and to our Country. Thus 3iving we shall merit that joy which comes only to those of whom Christ said: "Well done." 9a CP J)n jv- Oh, Teddy Bear, I'm glad you .1 like wild animals what's tame. .. . . . . im not amid to squeeze, you : , tight, V 'Cause you won't tnad or snap i( or bite. syt ill take you with me evry 5 iy, Togeuef we 'will romp and At night time, too my dearie W Ted, J kei , 1 am cross, you will hot care, You'll always be my Teddy Bear. I Itaarr A Pf M -' ' 'US , ' 1 1 I ''-1 m Writes Out the Entire Bible A remarkable achievement Is the writing of the entire Bible, the work of Hugh Russell of Montreal. The volume Is scarcely larger than the old-style family Bible, and every page has been written vklth the greatest care, requir ing sn Infinite amount of patience and reverence such as would recall the work of the medieval monk. Itr. BusselL who Is a Presbyterian C i devout believer In the Book ef $53 3K '.',' ' J, i n-- - - -f Christmas Superstitions in Homes of Our Allies 'O OF the new world and the modern customs are al ways deeply Interested In any quaint beliefs or un usual mannerisms of the countries across the ocean. Particularly have the habits of Eng land and France held us; the former -because she is our mother country, the latter becuuse of the unquenchable . dear memory of Lafayette, and more recently because of that same spirit so gloriously upheld today by France's noble sons. And this holiday time finds us with our eyes turned thither ward for a more poignant reason for there aren't many homes who cannot claim a father, a son or a brother "over there." And It Is well to know some of the homely, sweet little superstitions which prevail among the people of our allies. In England and In Scotland the say ing goes that it is unlucky for anybody but a brunette to first cross the thresh old oa Christmas morning. To bake bread on Christmas day is praiseworthy, and loaves baked then Will never grow moldy. In these times of scarcity of flour, the poor loaves do not stand half a chance to mold I Woe to the housewife who on this day turns a mattress. It bodes 111 luck for the wholo year. A superstition which had its origin in Devonshire tells us that It Is bad form and 111 luck Indeed not to wish the bees good morning and the compli ments of the season. Ou Christmas eve the hives are decorated with springs of green and a bit of red ribbon. Tis also said that bees sing all night on Christmas eve. But bees are rather perpetual slugers, aiiyway. The graceful traditions prevail, In northern England and Wales, that the birds and beasts huve some mystic connection with the Nativity. Hence, the farmers and landowners purchase sheaves of oats from little boys who sell them as our boys sell holly. These bundles are placed In convenient high places In trees and feuces, that the birds may partake. Tho cattle, sheep, goats, and even the pigs, are all given double the amount ot feedings on Christmas morning. In Lyons, France, at the Foundling honpltal, a very pretty custom Is to welcome the first baby that arrives with special honors a berlbboned cradlo, padded basket, soft clothing, solicitude and a bestowal of gifts, and careful attention. This Is done in ptotlon of the poor welcome given to a Wee Child of Bethlehem 20 centuries ago, and a beautiful thought it fa. In some provinces in France It Is considered bad luck to cross a strange threshold on Christmas day. Books, begnn his work of transcribing the Itihle Into manuscript In 18M, and finished It on Bt. Andrew's day, 1016. The work was done In odd moments of leisure during these S3 years. The Wk In manuscript form runs to 1.987 pises and la written In a peculiar handwriting, almost half-printing. It Is perfectly legible, and Mr. Russell says be would be willing to offer $100 fur any error or omlialca found In It n