Image provided by: Hood River County Library District; Hood River, OR
About The Maupin times. (Maupin, Or.) 1914-1930 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 20, 1918)
Brief Resume Most important
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
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
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
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
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.
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
"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
Mr. Stagg said: "You'd better keep
mighty quiet, dog. If you want your
home address to be The Corners, sing
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
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
She enme of Qunker stock and the
serenity of body and spirit taught by
the sect built a wall between her and
"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,"
"Tos'tn If you please," Carolyn Muy
"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."
"No, ma'am. And of courso where
I live Trlnce has to live too. So"
"So you brought your dog?"
"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
"He ho'a coming."
"With the dog?"
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
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
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."
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?"
"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
"Ahcml" said Uncle Joe gruffly.
"S'pose I ought t've read that letter
before. What's come of It, Car'lyn
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
"Oh, Aunty Rose!" gasped the little
girl, her sober face all a-smlle. "Ue'U
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
Such flaky biscuit two great pans
full of the brown beauties I Mr. Stagg
sat down at the table and actually
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
"Oh, dear me. Uncle Joe P exclaimed
Carolyn May. "It he did that, he'd die
"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
"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,
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
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
"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
"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
"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
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
"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
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
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
--Ait 'it mi ' -; f
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."
jv- Oh, Teddy Bear, I'm glad you
.1 like wild animals what's
.. . . . .
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
Togeuef we 'will romp and
At night time, too my dearie W
1 am cross, you will hot
You'll always be my Teddy
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
'.',' ' J,
i n-- - - -f
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
And It Is well to know some of the
homely, sweet little superstitions
which prevail among the people of our
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
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