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A campaign to wipe out trachoma,
an eye disease which has been epi
demic among Indiana, will be started
July 1, say special physicians of the
Indian office and the public health
service.
With 20 reported dead and damage
estimated at more than a million dol
lars, South Dakota set to work Tues
day to establish communication with
the storm-swept area.
By using for the first time tele
phonlcally the radio beam system
through which the wireless waves are
thrown In a particular direction, Wil
liam Marconi, Inventor ot the wireless,
Is reported to have spoken from
Poldhu station in Cornwall to Buenos
Aires. .
Three men were asphyxiated and
25 others were taken to a hospital at
Indiana Harbor, Ind., as a result of a
veritable flood of gas that suddenly
filled the room In a steel plant in
which they were working late Sunday.
Ten ot the men in the hospital were
near death.
Superintendent of Police Collins of
Chicago declared. Tuesday that the
sensational robbery of the Chicago,
Milwaukee & St. Paul mail train last
Thursday night netted the outlaws ?3,
000,000, chiefly In securities, but In
cluding 70,000 In cash, and that the
identity of all the robbers was known.
Before a medical meeting held at
St, James hospital, Butte, Mont., Sat
urday night Dr. T. J. Glover of New
York presented a paper describing in
detail his cancer research work. He
demonstrated by numerous slides his
animal experimental work and showed
and described the germ that causes
cancer.
A riot followed an attempt Tuesday
by republicans to prevent Lieutenant
Governor Toupin from presiding over
today's session, of the Rhode Island
state senate. Men and women were
trampled upon by the political com
batants. Republicans and democrats
clashed, with spectators taking sides
In a froe-forall fist fight. .
The senate commlttoe which will
Investigate campaign contributions
and expenditures' this year plans to
establish headquarters at Chicago
and to meet upon request for any mem
ber, It was announced Tuesday after
the organization sossion. Senator
Borah, republican, Idaho, was select
ed as chairman ot the committee,
which decided to call on political cam
paign managers for roports every ton
days.
Two whales came Into the harbor
at Bandon, Oregon last week, and their
presence brought out a large crowd or
spectators, who watched them as they
went up the channel to the milk con
densnry, and there turned back to soa,
leaving the port soon after their en
trance. A similar visit was made t
Coos bay a year ago when three
whales came Into the bay and pro
ceeded 13 nillos from the ocean to tin
vicinity of the port dock, between
North Bond and Marshfiold.
An audience ot 130,000 Britons fill
ed the gigantic stadium at Wembley
Saturday to find out for themselves
just what an imported American
"rodeo" is like. The afternoon demon
strations of the prowess ot the cow
boys were greeted with enthusiasm,
but at the evening performance there
was an unfortunate accident during
the roping and tying contests. A
steer's leg was broken.' This brought
muny of the audience to their feet.
They indulged in "several minutes of
booing and hissing and some women
left the stadium. ,
A sturdy, tireless Washington crew
triumphed over the eights of four east
ern colleges Tuesday at Poughkeepslo,
N. Y., and won the premier race of the
Intercollegiate rowing association re
gatta by a wide margin, ropeating Inst
year's Washington victory. Another
western crew, that of Wisconsin, un
considered by the experts, picked up
its paco in the last mile, pressed the
victrs and finished second. Penn
sylvania, selected as the outstanding
crew among the eastern competitors,
lagged behind and at the finish was
almost four boat lengths behind Wash
ington and one behind Cornell.
SPANS CONTINENT IN DAY
New York-San Francisco Dash Is Com
pleted by Aviator Maughan.
Crissy Field, San Francisco. Lieu
tenant Russell L. Maughan, army flier,
successfully completed his daylight
long distance flight Monday from New
York to San Francisco when he landed
at Crissy Field at 9:47:15 P. M. He
arrived In San Francisco at 9:44 P. M.
As soon as the plane landed news
paper men broke through police lines
holding back a huge crowd lining the
field and greeted the fliers. A few
seconds later the mammoth throng ot
spectators, cheering and shouting,
while automobile sirens shrieked In
a bedlam of noise, surged over the
landing field and surrounded the
plane.
Maughan landed in a brilliant path
way, huge flares making the field al
most as light as day. The landing
was made without mlBhap.
The plane, in which Maughn left
New York at 2:59Vi A. M. (eastern
time), Monday on his third attempt to
span the continent, was first sighted
when he circled the field twice in the
deepening dusk.
Maughan dropped down on the field
at the northeast corner and taxied
to the center of the field. There the
plane became the center of a surging,
shouting, wildly excited mass ot spec
tators. The way was cleared however, for
news photographers to take pictures
of the plane and the daring flier.
Muughan's landing at 9:47:15 P. M.
made his time for the 2850-mile air
line dash from New York, including
five refueling stops en route, 21 hours
47 minutes, slightly under his orig
inal estimate of the time the flight
would consume.
Apparently almost overcome with
emotion and jubilant at the victory
which lie had achieved, Lieuteant
Maughan seemed unable to -speak
when his plane came to a stop. His
face bore a serious and drawn expres
sion. Ho was lifted bodily from the cock
pit by his cheering comrades of the
air service and carried on their should
ers through the Bwirling crowd to a
roar door of the army headquarters.
Lieutenant Maughan's landing time
was given officially as 9:47:15 o'clock,
milking his total elapsed time for the
trip 21 hours, 47 minutes 45 seconds.
The demonstration accorded Mau
ghan was without parallel in the his
tory of local aviation events.
Darkness already clothed the field
when the drone of his motor first was
heard. The crowd began cheering.
Maughan's plane then was lost to
view in a slight mist which overhung
the field, although its shadow could
be discerned Intermittently. On his
second circuit over the field the mist
blotted it from sight completely, and
the din burst forth with renewed vigor
when he unexpectedly soared down
the field at the south end of the big
quadrangle.
"Goe, but, Its good to be here," were
the first words of Lieutenant Maughan
as he was lifted from the cockpit ol
his plane
"1 am tired but happy."
Aside from evidences ot nervous
ness and extreme fatigue, the airman
was iu excellent physical condtion de
spite the rigorous journey he had com
pleted. Many Strikers Return.
Toronto. Postal workers In a num
ber of towns and cities took advan
tage of the government's offer to re
Instate all men who returned to work
at 8 o'clock Saturday morning, accord
ing' to reports received here. Latest
reports Indicated that the strike was
successful only In Toronto and Wind
sor. Negotiations by telophone between
postal employes' representatives here
and government officials at Ottawa,
which were Interrupted by an electri
cal storm, were resumed Saturday.
Meats Held Essential.
Chicago. It would seem from ex
periments of Slonaker and Card at Le
laud Stanford Junior university that
a vegetarian diet practiced during suc
ceeding generations "would result in
the extinction" ot those practicing It,
Dr. C. Robert Moulton, director ot the
committee on nutrition ot the Ameri
can Institute of Meat Packers, Baid
Monday. Dr. Moulton said that the
calorie measurement "Is an Inadequate
expression of food value."
Foochow Is Flooded.
Shanghai. One ot the most disas
trous floods in the history of the Mln
river, Fukten province, is reported in
a telegram from Foochow, an Im
portant port at the mouth of that river.
There have been many casualties and
the damage will amount to .millions
of dollars, according to reports.
Threo-fourths ot the city of Foo
chow Is flooded, Including large ware
houses containing rice and tea, which
have been ruined. j
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DEAL LILY
10
Offer of Marketing Facilities
Looks Good.
BENEFITS HELD BIG
About $25,000,000 Involved in Pro
posed Merger and Control
of Chicago Plants.
' Chicago. A plan for grain farmers
to own and control a huge system of
elevators and grain facilities now con
trolled by five large board ot trade
firms, which would be merged In a co
operative association, Saturday was in
the hands of a committee ot the Amer
ican Farm Bureau federation, headed
by O. E. Bradfute, president of the
federation, as chairman ot the com
mittee. ,
The merger plan would involve
about $25,000,000, it was said, repre
senting the appraised value ot the
properties of the five companies.
The plan was Indorsed by George
Marcy, president of the Armour Grain
company, who said he believed it
would go through.
Although the firm of James A. Pat
ten, known as the "wheat king" until
he retired from operations on the
board of trade, was mentioned in an
announcement from the Farm Bureau
federation late Saturday, Mr. Patten
said he had had no connection with
the merger arrangement.
John Callan O'Loughlln, spokesman
for Emanuel F. Rosenbaum of the
Rosenbaum Grain corporation, said ap
proval by the government of such a
plan as was proposed was already in
dicated by the Capper-Volstead act
and similar federal legislation. He
added that the department of agricul
ture was on record as encouraging co
operatives. Mr. O'Loughlln said he
had conferred with farm bureau rep
resentatives in Washington.
The special committee of the Farm
Bureau federation of which President
Bradfute Is chairman, appointed to
study the co-operative merger plan,
probably will meet within a week, it
was announced.
Mr. Marcy, head of the Armour
Grain company, in discussing the plan,
said the co-operative movement, fav
ored by President Coolidge and aided
by Frank O. Lowden, ex-governor of
Illinois, had grown to an extent not
generally suspected.'
"I do not know what the other firms
think, but we are certainly willing to
go in and the matter is taking con
crete shape," he said. "It will be a
good thing tor the farmer and also
for the present grain marketing sys
tem. This plan will not upset the ex
isting marketing mechanism in the
slightest. Grain must move through
existing channels, but it will move in
more orderly fashion. The function
of speculation will not be Interfered
with. The proposed marketing cor
poration would have to hedge and al
ways be even on the market, just like
the millers.
"This co-operative elevator move
ment has attained greater dimensions
than people generally suppose. Presi
dent Coolidge Is In favor of it and ex
Governor Lowden has done much to
promote It. But the co-operative ele
vators grew up hit, or miss without
any central organization. Under this
plan all marketing activities will be
co-ordinated.
"The farmers can still have their
pools and hold or sell as they see fit,
but when their representatives sit
down with the expert grain marketing
men we have In Armour and other
companies, and learn ot the current
situation, they can advise their local
organizations much better as to their
course."
Tornado Kill Three.
Tracy, Minn. Three persons dead,
a score or more injured, and extensive'
property damage to more than a hun
dred farms was the toll ot a tornado
that swept through sections ot tour
southwestern Minnesota counties late
Sunday. John Edwards died at a hos
pital here as the result ot injuries
received when the tornado struck his
farm. His wife was seriously injured
and two sons and a baby also received
hurts.
Cummins Out of Mexico.
Laredo, Tex. H. A. Cunard Cum
mins, charge des archives, ot the Brit
ish legation at the City of Mexico,
crossed the border into ,the United
States here Sunday and left Immedi
ately for San Antonio. He refused to
comment ai to whether or sot his
retirement from Mexico was voluntary.
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THE RED LOCK
A Tale of the Flatwoods t
By DAVID ANDERSON
Author of "The Blut Moon"
Copyright br The Bobbi-Merrill Co.
"SOME LOOKER"
SYNOPSIS. On the banks of
the Wabash stand Texle Colin
and Jack Warhope, young and
very much In love. Texle 1 the
only daughter ot old Pap Simon,
rich man and money-lender. Jack
le the orphan bound boy of Pap
Blmon who had foreclosed a
mortgage on the Warhope estate.
At first Texle and Jack talk Badly
of Ken Colin, the girl's missing
brother. Then Jack says that in
ten days his servitude will be
over, that he will ride out into
the big world to Beek his fortune.
Both know what that will, mean
to them. Texle and Jack talk of
the red lock ot "Red Colin," in
herited by Ken, And Jack says
he's coming back as soon as he
nnds gold In California. Then
arrives the new preacher. Rev.
Caleb Hopkins. Pap Simon Intro
duces the villagers, to the new
preacher, who was a college mate
of Ken. At supper at the Colin
home the preacher tells how the
boy killed a gambler and disap
peared. His (ather attributes
Ken's fall from Krace to his red
lock of hair. Then Pap Simon
has a sort of stroke, brought on
by reading a letter from Ken,
"Bomewhere in New York," who
curses his father on his death
bed. A postscript by another
hand says he is dead.
CHAPTER IV
5
The Room Was Deadly Still.
Buckeye was the capital of the Flat
woods. Snugged away In a pocket of
the bluffs where Eagle run breaks Into
the valley of the Wabash, It never
woke up but once when a rumor
trickled In , from somewhere that a
railroad was headed that way. But
the rumor subsided, Buckeye went
back to sleep, and the big world for
got that It was there.
Zeke Pollck's general store was the
largest in the place. Zeke sold every
thing, from onion sets to grindstones,
Including whisky barrels of It, from
"squirrel" to mellow old Bourbon
right from the spigot. A flatwoods
man could buy It as he wanted It,
from a drink to a jugful, but "furrl
ners" had to be Identified to get It In
quantities less than a quart an Iden
tification quite as exacting, though of
a different sort, as that required to
borrow money from Simon Colin
Which is another way of saying that
a man's face went as far in the Flat
woods as his note.
In the mellow evening of the day
following the old banker's collapse
over the remarkable letter no syl
lable of which had been allowed to
get beyond the red-roofed cottage
Uncle Nick Willies, a tall, Iron-gray old
man with twinkling eyes, sat smoking
a qultely meditative pipe In the one
chair of the store.
It was a vurlegated company that
grouped arounij him in the dim half
light of the feeble eoal-oll lamp, with
Its charred wick and smoke-stained
chimney.
There was Zeke Pollck, the post
master and proprietor of the store, a
little old rag of a man; Al Counter
man, a one-eyed fisherman, with a
complexion like a smoke-dried bacon
rlhd; the blacksmith, with his hard
arms, and hands so homy they could
Village Loafers Were There Aimless,
Dolen Drifters Who Had Nowhere
Else to Go.
hold a piece of iron hot enough to
sizzle water. Village loafers were
there aimless, doless drifters who had
nowhere else to go.
Besides these, Loge Belden, said to
be s Kentucky mountain man, tall.
lanky and just comfortably In hl
prime, with a reddish-sandy mustache
and goatee, leaned on the end of the
counter nearest the door. Little was
known of him except that he and his
sister had lately mured into an old
cabin on one of Simon Colln's farms
np at the head of Eagle hollow, and
that be had taken the job of clearing
the timber from an upland field and
waking it ready for the plow. Some
said he had been a pearl fisher, others
thit he was "wanted" down at Vin
censes. The Flatwoods held him at
arm's length and waited."
"Illcollect Jim Runmildge, don't y'u,
Zeke?" Uncle Nick remarked.
"Jim Runiiuldge, reckon I do that,"
piped Zeke's thin voice, as he leaned
forward across the counter. "Ain't
go'n' t' frglt Mru, nuther, not right
soon I ain't. Went off t' M'sourl owln'
me a dollar and thirty-four cents, and
I never did git it."
"Aw, .well, Zeke, don't worry none,"
Uncle Nick rejoined, "y'u've wormed it
outen Borne other pore devil b' this
time, more'n likely."
The blacksmith slapped his heavy
hand down on his thigh, the others
laughed, the fisherman's frisky eye
twinkled and he swore merrily.
Zeke said never a word, but the ex
pression In his little rat eyes might
have meant any number of things.
"Blamedest feller that Jim Rum
midge," Uncle Nick went on. "Ther'
werdn't nothln' but what him an' that
brother SI o' hls'n wus up to when
they wus youngsters. Ricollect one
Sund'y Jim tuck It Into 'Is head t' yoke
up a couple o' calves ol' man Itura
mldge was calc'latln' t' save f'r oxen,
an' 'e coaxed Si t' play off sick with
Mm so'g they wouldn't hat t' go f
church. Well, the ol' folks werdn't
more'n out o' Bight when up jumps
Jim, an' SI right after 'lm, an' they
breaks f r the barn-lot f yoke up them
yearlln's.
"Sh-h-h I" warned Zeke, "hyur
comes the parson."
Almost with the words, the dapper,
nervously alert young preacher en
tered the door. In spite of his studi
ous air of riper years, he couldn't have
been more than six or seven and
twenty. The trade-mark of his call
ing was hung all over him. His shiny
boots, elaborate frock coat, neck stock,
high hat and enormous spectacles
fairly shrieked schoolmaster.
And yet one could not help wonder
ing why fate had set such a man as
the Rev. Caleb Hopkins to the busi
ness of keeping school. Dissociated
from all suggestion of theology and
chalk, his figure was about all that
could be desired In a man height a
trifle above medium ; well set up ; lithe
and graceful and his face nothing
short of handsome, only for a certain
air of peering severity.
To look at him as he entered the
door six feet of lithe young man
hood smothering under its ascetic, not
to say somber, Investure one would
never have guessed that there was
anything wrong with his health, and
yet that was precisely , what had
brought him to the Flatwoods.
And. now as he walked past Loge
Belden slouched against the counter,
he stopped and stood staring curi
ously at him.
Belden seemed on the point of re
senting the look, when the Reverend
Caleb quickly turned away, and with
a nod passed the group around Uncle
Nick and went on to the post office
window at the rear of the room.
"What d' y'u say we ask 'Im t'
g' 'long," whispered Al Counterman
to Uncle Nick as the young minister
stood waiting for Zeke Pollck to ad
just his dirty spectacles on his thin
nose, turn up the smoky lamp and
laboriously sort over the meager bunch
of letters and postcards.
"Y'u da'sn't," Uncle Nick answered
guardedly.
"Watch me, an' y'u'll see whuther
I da'st. I ain't a-feared of no parson.
"Mr. Hopkins," he called a moment
later, stepping In front of the young
preacher as he passed toward the
door, "a passel of us fellers is goln'
a-selnln' up around Alpine Island In
the mornin'. I reckon y'u wouldn't
like t' go long, n'r nothln', would y'u?"
"Who are going, did you say?"
"Oh, me an' Uncle Nick, thar,' an'
Big Jack Warhope."
"I have promised to be at the social
tomorrow evening at the schoolhouse,
which, I am Informed, Is always held
In celebration of the last day of school.
Do you expect to return In time for
that?"
"Aw, we'll be back by noon, easy."
"Let me see," pondered the preach
er, not willing to compromise his dig
nity by appearing overanxious. "This
is Wednesday; tomorrow Is Thursday
I believe I may safely allow myself
this recreation. I shall be most happy
to avail myself of your kind Invita
tion." The fisherman stood fingering his
hat and staring at the door long after
the minister had passed out, the
twinkle gone from his puckered one
eye, a puzzled look on his smoked ba
con rind of a face.
"Well, I'll be derned! Wouldn't
that singe y'ur whiskers I I dunno yit
whuther he said 'e'd come 'r not"
Uncle Nick threw Ms head back and
fairly roared, while the postmaster
rumpled up his dry countenance into a
half begrudged grin.
"Course he said 'e'd come. Whar
wus you brung up at, anyhow? Didn't
y'u hyur 'im say he'd 'vail hlrase'f of
y'ur kind invytation? Course he's
calculating t' come. Zeke, we'll haf
t' git Al a new spellin' book an' start
'Im t' school next fall."
"Well," muttered the fisherman, as
liis face cleared and the twinkle came
back to his waggish one eye, "all I got
t' say Is : he can use up more diction
ary a'sayin' yes than any man I ever
hear'd. But ain't 'e some looker
barrln' that klilln' rig he's hobbled up
in?" -.
"Most too good-lookln'," piped Zeke.
"Aw, dunno, Zeke," Uncle Nick ob
served, " 'taln't go'n' t hurt 'lm none.
Only drawback I can see Is: It's a pity
t' waste all them good looks en a
preacher."
"Anyhow," put In Al, his rakish eye
dancing at Uncle Nick'a remark, "if
he wus ngly enough t' tree the devil
up a thorn bush, I don't 'low It'd he'p
'is preachin' none. An' I reckon he
short must be tome preacher, 'r he
wouldn't be where ' Is teachla' la a
college that makes preachers. I bet
y'u he can cipher plum' through any
'rethmetic you can hand 'lm, an' they
say he's posted on purt nigh ever'thlng
that's goln' on, 'r ever went on."
"That ain't neither hyur n'r there,"
argued Zeke. ! "That ain't no more'n
his duty, an' what the taxpayers back
whar'e come from Y payin' 'lm f'r."
"Duty 'r no duty," rejoined the fish
erman, "it's a dern good Blgn."
"All the same," snapped the post
master, "if I had a gal which I ain't
got, n'a never had I wouldn't want
'er throwed with 'Im like Sime Colln's
gal Is, an' she shouldn't be, nuther."
"Aw, well, Zeke," drawled Uncle
Nick, "If she tuck after 'er daddy In
looks, I reckon they wouldn't be no
great danger."
The raucous laugh that followed
from the crowd Jarred the postmaster.
"I don't care what y'u say," be
shrilled In his high, thin voice, "Texle
Colln's got good looks enough, If that's
what y'u want. I dunno what Slme
Colln's a-tblnkln' about. It ain't like
'Im, t' take in a teetotal furriner that-a-way,
preacher 'r no preacher don't
keer If 'e was a classmate o' Ken's.
That ain't no recommend, nohow
beln' a classmate o' Ken's f r he wus
as orn'ry as the devil makes 'em.
They're boun1 to be throwed t'gether
more'n they ough'.t' be."
"Ain't much more'n a kid, nuther,"
the blacksmith remarked, apparently
thoughtfully Impressed, as he searched
his pockets for a match.
"Som'er's around seventeen 'r eight
een "
The postmaster glanced across at
Uncle Nick, as If for confirmation ot
his statement. The old man took the
Thes Thousan's and Tone o' Thou
san's o' Gals That Cayn't Be
Drawed On, No Matter What Feller
Comet Along.
pipe from between his Hps and sat
tapping the stem against his thumb -nail.
"I 'low y'ur not fur off," he answered
meditatively to the postmaster's look.
"Big Jack's twenty past, an' I've hear'n
say Texle wus three years younger to
a day. That would bring 'er right
around seventeen 'r eighteen."
"An' s'poson' she Is every lick of
It," the postmaster went on. "A gal
ain't got none toouch sense at eight
eenan' ther' ain't no gal but what
can be drawed on, If the right feller
comes along." '
"Hoi' on thar, Zeke, hoi' on 1" Uncle
Nick had been leaning back against a
cracker barrel. His chair came down
with a bang, and his voice rang like
struck metal. "You're goln' a leetle
too fur. They's thousan's an' tens o'
thousan's o' gals that cayn't be drawed
on, no matter what feller comes along.
"Ther's a heap more nice gals than
men. Ther never wus a bad gal but
what ther' wus a bad man first An'
after it's over she's done. All en
durln' the years t' come her heart has
t' be drug in the dust, while the man
no, I won't call 'lm man, an' I cayn't
call 'lm beast, fr the beasts V clean
compared carries 'Is head as high as
b'fore. I tell y'u, people hain't never
looked at them things right. The man
d'serves. t' be Judged accordin' t' the
same way the gal Is only more so."
A hush fell over the group. The
blacksmith sat patting his foot softly
on the floor. Presently his calloused
hand came down upon ills knee with a
sounding slap, while his eyes, dull at
most times from long looking Into the
forge fire, lighted with the fervor of
his feelings.
"Good f'r you, Uncle Nick I I agree ,
with y'u complete. That's my kind o
preachin' right t' the p'int."
"My sentiments to a hair," chimed
in the fisherman. "I alw'ys takes the
girl's part an' be d d f the jnan.
That's how I lost this eye. It wus
when but no matter, I hain't never
b'grudged It"
The fisherman's lone eye settled Into
a vacant stare at a crack in the floor;
the hard lines of his face deepened.
Could the others have glimpsed back
of that seamed and weather-beaten
mask, they might have read there the
deep graven memory of a day that was
dead a dream and an awakening, a
romance and a tragedy that had
driven him, as the storm drlres the
driftwood, with what the world calls
a crime slated against him, to bury
his life here with bis dog and fishing
gear, alone In his bachelor cabin on
the river shore.
"I 'low y'u mutt '' been mis
took about that arm."
(TO BE) CONTINUED.)