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PACK j BBNP BOIiliHTtN, BBND, UHSUUM, TUUIUSDAY, DKCK.HRKH 1, 1021. FIRST REFUGEE RETD FROM OUTSIDEWORLD MRS. GILLIS COMES BY WAY OF SHANIKO TELLS OF CONDITIONS Storm lilt Kntern Washington Hnrcl Business Paralyzed At The Dalles No Snow, Hut Hnrl Go lag Between llend anil Slmnlko Mrs. IK A. Glllta, tho first of Bend's "refugees" successfully to negotiate a return to this city, ar rived hero Monday night from Spok ano and Davonport, Wash., where she had been risking, by way of Tho Dalles and Shaniko. Her husband and G. A. Ducfilcr brought her from Shaniko to llend. She changed trains three times between Spokano and The Dalles on account of conditions resulting from tho storm, stayed at The Dalles two days and a night, and reached homo a week later than she had planned. Storm conditions were as bad In eastern Washington as In Oregon, said Mrs. GUlls, although there was not much snow at Spokano. Most of the railroads were tied up, and only passengers who had through tickets were being taken by the detour routes. . Autos Snowed In At The Dalles, where Mrs. Glllls arrived after several long delays, she found conditions Indescribable. The city's business was almost paralyzed, and autos which were on the streets when the first snow fell are still In the same position, sho relates. Traveling between Shaniko and Bend Is "hard going," Buegler and Glllls relate, as the adobe mud near Shaniko is sticky and in other places frozen and exceedingly rough. There is no snow, they stated. WILL CONTINUE WELL DRILLING PARKS KKKKS IXC'RKASK OVER 100 GALIiOV A MIXUTK FLOW OBTAINHH AT 1)0 FOOT DEPTH ON SPRAGUE RANCH. A flow of 100 gallons a minute from the second state well sunk In the Fort Hock Valley was reported by Henry M. Parks, director of the bureau of mines on his arrival here recently from the Sprague ranch where operations have been under way. Theso figures were secured In the course of a test after the drill had reached a depth of 90 feet, and further drilling will bo done In the endeavor to secure a greater flow. The first well put down In the Fort Rock valley was sunk on the Ernst ranch six miles southeast of the town of Fort Rock. The location of the second well is seven miles Bouthwest of the same point, and the third will be six miles northeast of the town, Parks said. Through this system of well location, a triangle will be described, and it Is thought that valuable data regarding the underground flow for this area will be thus secured. By the use of the heavier rig which has been in operation on the Sprague well, more rapid drilling was possi ble than during previous operations, Parks said, only three days being necessary to reach the 90 foot level. For 60 feet tho drill went through solid rock. As the surface altitude at the Spra gue wejl Is 40 feet above that of the Ernst well, the depth at which water was struck In the latter operations Is only GO feet below the surface of the ground at the Ernst ranch. O. A. C. MEN TAKE TUMALO RANCHES Ranches on the Tumalo project lmve been purchased by George F. Thompson, C. L, Clark and Oscar Berglund, ex-service men who Unvo beon taking vocational training In the agricultural department at O. A. C, from, J. Ii. Miner, who is In charge of final Instruction for this district. Theso men camo to Bend from Cor vullls on tho last train beforo tho tlo-up, and have been looking over the land'on the Tumalo project, de ciding yestorday to purchuse. More men are coming soon to settle near h'oroundo'r' tho 9arao arrangement, Miner announcos. mm - OP hrt 'R&tF' mmm. wmmm. AUTHOR Of VH HKfl COPYRIOHT. BY I stared n moment at Iho blank door In bewilderment; then turned away, nnd slowly retraced my step to the street. So the young woman had de liberately lied to me; hnd merely been amusing herself nt my expense; had sent mo on this wild jotc chase so that she might laush over my slm pllclty. Hut was this true? If so, how was I to account for the strange coincident that both she and Harris had named the snmo number, and street? It could not have occurred merely through chance. Something must have happened In tho mean while to overthrow nil her plntit. and to caue this rabid housekeeper to even deny her very existence. And 1 held the key of explanation the mur der of .Viva. Beyond nil doubt here was both cause and effect. The girl had Intend ed to either see me herself, or by proxy In the form of this mysterious Miss Conrad. But what had since occurred had compelled a sudden change In plans, a necessity for con cealing her escape. There was no way In which she could notify me, but she might very easily have telephoned to her landlady. And, If the place wns what I susplcloned It to be. she might have every confidence that her secret would be guarded. I glanced up nt the front of the house, searching the windows, but without results. The curtains were closely drawn to keep out the sun. and the place appeared forlorn and deserted. At the delicatessen shop on the corner I gained n gleam of light, but merely enough to strengthen my former Judgment. The keeper, n flaxen-haired Swede, was loquacious enough, but had only been In business there a few weeks. "47 I.e Compte, you say. Yes sho takes roomers; some are men. and some are women. They come In hero and buy, but I never ask the names; It was all cash, so why should I care? Sometimes I hear them c.iU nnmes sure; but never Conrad. The woman what keeps the house? Walt nnd I tell you; It Is on the hooks; ah! you read ns she wrote It for me Mrs. Au gusta Waldron; maybe a widow? What you think? Bah, she never like anything I have to sell. I care noth ing for trade with her a cat this Mrs. Augusta Wnldron." 1 left him with the familiar sound of the name ringing In ray cars the whole thing was traveling In n circle, nnd the circle was growing continual- ly more compact. Blindly, 1 was stumbling up ngalnst It here nnd there most unexpectedly. Augusta Wnldron, beyond doubt, was Ivun Wal dron's wife. No wonder her house was designated the meeting place for those people. I returned to the hotel. Only as I stood before the door did I realize that the newsboys were calling out. "Extra! All about the murder!" I felt that my face was white, und that hy hand shook, yet I hastily bought copies of half a dozen sheets, shoving them Into my pockets. The reports were mostly alike, ex ceedingly brief und unsatisfactory, ex cept that they conveyed the Impres sion that thus far the police possessed no real clue as to the perpetrator of the crime. No one connected with the meeting the night before was men tioned In any article, nor was any sus picion of such a meeting mentioned. I read the last line with a distinct feel ing of relief, dropping the paper on the floor. They had discovered no clue, noth ing whatever to work upon. The In terior of the car had yielded no evi dence of Its former occupant, the only reference being to mud on the floor. Outside all footprints had been ob literated by the falling rain. 'No one In the neighborhood had heard a sound, or witnessed any movement. The whole affair was shrouded In mys tery. What, under these conditions, was my duty? What could I either do, or say, to clarify this tragedy, and bring the guilty to Justice? I sat there for an hour thinking nnd smoking, en deavoring to answer these queries. I could study out no clear wuy to any confession, which would not directly Involve myself In the tolls of the po lice, or else Implicate Marie Gcssler, so as to make uny defense on her' part almost Impossible. No doubt she was guilty, yet I could not drive myself to openly charge her with the crime. There must be some extenuating cir cumstances, some unknown cause, which had led to the act. I could not forget her face, her manner, the clear, womanly look of her eye she was no murderess, and it was not In my heart to denounce her as such. Besides, If I took this responsibility It would only servo to shield' other crimes of more importance than the violent death of this Chilean revolutionary the murder perhaps of many Innocent victims, and the destruction of' much THE THE JTXANGZ CASS of CAVENDISH . o ILLUSTRATIONS' RANDALL PARM3H valuaETe properly. Tor "Alvirs tleiTh would hardly stop the plotting already ou foot. The money wus still here In New York ready to be used ; the propn. gnndlsts at Washington would neer permit It to long lie Idle. They would tlnd somen hero another leader, and I alone seemed to be In n position to balk their hellish punose. I'erhnps It wus even by their orders that Alvn had thus been put out of the way. He had acted too slowly, and sus picion might have beon aroused ns to his real purpose. On every sldo I was assailed with doubts. Yet. even If I held silent, I knew not In which direction to tuni. I hnd nppurently lost all touch with the girl. She had fulled me completely either by accident, or design. Her ap pointment with me had served to re veal only one fact which might provo of Importance 217 I.e Compte street wns undoubtedly n link In the din In of the conspiracy; It wus the home of Ivan Wuldron. Once I told this dis covery to Harris the way might be opened to closer Investigation. But what bad become of Harris? It was already approaching six o'clock, and the man had not telephoned me. Sure ly he must be aware by this time of the murder of Alvn; the uielesnea of seeking longer to tlnd him alive. Was he also cndcatorlng to avoid me? was his puriwse deceit? or had some suspicion urlsen In his mind us to my really being Hurry Daly? Aroused hy this possibility, and un able to remain quiet lunger, I slipped a revolver from the depths of my bag Into a coat pocket, and departed again "They Tell Me You're Huntln. Parker." for Costlgan's. determined to learn the truth. I approached the same bar tender with whom I hud iokeii In th morning, and he must have recalled me at once, for, without answering my question, he turned and called out to a heavily set, red-faced fellow at the lower end of the bar. "Dan, here Is that guy who was asking for Parker. He ain't heard nuthln' from him." The other cume forward, elbowing his way roughly through the crowd, and looked me seurchlngty In the face. "I'm Costlgun," be said shortly. "They tell me you're hunting l'srker. Did you have an appointment with him?" "Yes; he was to meet me here this morning. Then I left i telephone Dumber, but he hasn't called me." "He ain't been back; that's the rea son. Come along with nut; l want private word with you." I followed til m ruther doubtfully, al though his words and actions ap peared friendly enough In a gruff wny. He Jed the way to a closed door at the end of the bar, which, when opened, disclosed a small business ofllce, con taining merely a desk and two chairs. To his rather gruff Invitation to lit down, I nccepted one of these, chew Ing at the cigar between my teeth, and endeavoring to appear quite ut ease, Costlgun, after securing the door, seat ed himself at the desk, turning his swivel chulr about so us to face me, his freckled hands on his knees. "George' told me about you this morning," he begun. "At least I sup pose you're the lad; your naino Daly?" I nodded, greatly relieved, but un willing to trust my voice. The man did not know mo; hud no suspicion. "Glad ter meet ycr," nnd 'Costlgan filled a pipe, and touched a mutch to the tobacco without removing his steady guze from my face. "Wo never had no dealings together! but If yer tied up with George, it's quite likely we will tiuve. He an' I hav' been pardners fer a long while.. He's a h I nt u good guy," 'Wo Jus! run Into ench other necl dentally," I explained, feeling that lu expected mo to say something, "uol onto the trull of tho sumo boodle. Ho told you, I suppose!" "No, ho didn't, .lust snld he'd run onto you, nnd that you were liable to turn a trick together. Ueorgo lon't slop over; that ain't his stylo." "Hut lie spoke about moT" "Well, jos, lu n wuy. But It wa'n't no inoru thnn I told yer. Ho hnd to go out nforo you got 'round, so he snld you was comtn', n' for mo to be decent to yer wheuovor yer blowed In." "How long wns he to be gone?" That's what's got my goat," Cos tlgnn admitted grimly, "Ho snld he'd be back In an hour, but he nlu't honed up since, nor sent any wonl. I don't want to shove my nose Into )our nffnlrs, but I'm gettln' n little nervous 'bout George, that's n fact." Somehow the fellow gave me tho Impression of being squnre honest according to his lights mid Intensely loyal to till friends. Of course, I could not Inform him ns to Hid wholo tory, but It might bo of heuellt to lire htm some Inkling of tho slum Hon. "There's no harm, so fur as I can see, In telling you n part of the plnn, Mr. Costlgiui," I replied slowly, en dcAvortng to gunrd my words careful ly. "I know Harris tins every confi dence In you, so I'll take a chance. We're both on to a million-dollar pot ensy money, It looks like " "Tim h 11 that's some boodle I" ex rltedly leaning forward. "It don't come every day. I'll not explnln details, or how the two of us run together on the trail, and n greed to split the pot. That's our business, you'll admit." "Sure; what was It? A bank Job?" "Belter than that South American revolution fund; coin sent over hero from London to pay for arms, nnd ma) he n murder or so. It Is nil in one bundle, and what wn need to do Is got our hands on It. Wo know where the stuff Is, but we're still routing around tor a chance to grab It ; It's locked up yet." "I see. Ain't been handed over to the gink who's got to pny It out. That's what George la a-tracln' out now, I suppose?" "No doubt tlint Is what he started after this morning shadowing the fellows to whom It was to bo paid. Whnt gets niu Is, why he doesn't re turnthe guy Is dead." "Judas 1'rtestl How do you know that? What's hapened?" "Why, It's In all tho pnpors; ho was murdered last night over In Jersey City stabbed through the buck In nn automobile. You saw It, didn't you?" "II II that guy? He was n Chilean captain, or something. Ycr don't think that mnybe Georgti bumped him off, do yer?" "No; I know ho didn't; Harris was with me all last evening." "And you haven't nny notion who did?" I shook my head negntlvely. Costl gun sat for some moments, his chin cuped In his huge list, his pipe ex tinguished anil his forehead creased In thought. Then he looked up sud denly, a strange light In his eyes. "Hay, Duly," he nsked lu a hoarso whisper, "do you know If there wns n Russian Jew- mixed up In this uffutr anywhere?" CHAPTER VIII. A Friend. at the McAlpIn The Dag. aer Hstpln. Ills unexpected question startled me. In n way It was an mid echo of the vague suspicion which hnd been pursuing mo ever since the early aft ernoon. Somewhere there wns a mys terious hand oorntlig but whoso hand? "A Russian Jew?" I questioned. "Why should you ask thnt?" "Well, I'll tell you. Mnybo it don't amount to nnthln' nn' then again It mlgt give us the right steer. A fel low they call 'Sly Levy' ho's a chesp thief, a dip mostly blew In yero last night with a note for Harris. He left It with one o' the night harkceps, an seemed ter be In a h I of n hurry ter have It delivered. The d d thing was sealed, but not stamped, nn' there wa'n't uo address on It ilther. Ho I didn't think It wns no penitentiary sentence to pry It open, usln' h bit of steam to loosen up the flnp. But I ddln't Hnd much, only two lines spelled out In print letters. 'Where you met K, eight tomorrow. Don't fall; Im portant. I. W." That was every d n word. Do you muke anything of that?" "Yes, I do," I said heartily. "It's part of this Job. I'll explain after u bit. What did you do then?" "Sealed It up, an' give It back to Joe. I didn't see no hurm In It. Do you happen to know who this '1, W.' stands for?" "I can make a mighty good guess, Costlgnn u Russian Jew, all right; Ivan Wnldron." The scowl on his face remained fixed; evidently the name was un known. "Don't know the fellow? Mkely enough not; he doesn't operate lu your line, hut ho Is a crook Just the sume. I never saw him myself, but hnvo heard about him for a long while never anything good. He's nn agita tor, an anarchist, a revolutionary ora tor; one of those hugs who light so ciety and government, nnd liuto every body but themselves, a loud-mouthod nulsiince " Costlgun's month wns open, "Buy," he Interrupted, "what's that kind of guy got to do with George Harris?" , "He's got this to do with him he's out after tho coin. Ho saw, some ehsy money, nnd nnturnlly reached put, for If He wns the llret one to gel onti this "TmrtTciilnr giuniir Tlioy were using him, this Chilean gang, to pull their chestnuts out of tho lire, and Hull's how ho tumbled to this hunch of money Heating about, hogging some, body to pick It tip. Ho bail wormed himself Inside, nnd knew It wns com ing. But ho didn't hnvo nerve enough to tnckln tho game nlone. lie wanted somebody else to run all the risk, and then turn over his share. Do you gel It now?" "Sure; ho blow tho tiling to Hnr rls." "In a wny yes. Ho sent for him to como hMok from Knglnnd, hut with, out explaining Just whut Ids graft was. On tho w ay over Harris .picked up another end of the Mime net, nnd went after It himself. Ho wasn't un der nny obllgnlloti to Wnldron, and preferreil to piny bis bund alone." "And tho ltusslnu hits found that out, and now h bults lu." "That's Iho way I'd rend the curds, Costlgnn." (To lie. Continued.) "DE CENSOS, SHE EES CRAZE" Jean Oaptlste Tells the World Why the Population of Quobtc Seems Immobile. The old habitant of Quebec, who will be ileprrsslngly nuinzed to ills cover thnt tho census man gives that province n bare 'J,.'II.VH7S of u popu lation, will trot out his decennial ex planation In extenuation ; ".Sucre noin do bleu," Jenu llnptlstn will splutter, "do crimes man he come to me on do farm nnd ho say: "Jean lluptlste, how many III' boy and III' girl you got dls mm by our An' w'en I say, tnkken' mn tain', so's not forget : "Here's Jeanne Marie Hostile Angellquo Sophlo Josette tint's do III' girl "And dero's Polemlque Toleaphom Hlppolyto lloliomltv llorneinl das Alphnnse dat's do III' boy, "Dnt mnudlt ceiuos mun, ho write down lak' great beeg fool: "Jean lluptlste: One girl: Jrnnno Marie Itosltto Angellqile Sophie Jos otto, One boy: Polemlque, Tele, sphore JUppolytn llelzemlre Hom-iiil-das Alphonse. "So dero you see how It come ("ana. dnw got so few population I Mo wit' six III' boy nnd six III' girl and he put down only one of each kin'. Snore nom do bleu If dur Is not a ilanue consult for a brnve habitant. Why, do fu'st tnui' Vk-torluo dut's me femiiie Is tell me go qneek for do doeleur, we'en I couio bn'k from fetch boom, she. got two lectio boy und one leello girl for Jean llnptlatc. And nf. tor dnt wo lievnlro get less 'nit twrens at ile one tain'. And do census man he write down: Ono hoy, one girl!" Vancouver World. Chanoed Father's Text. "Wo will Hike ns our text this morn ing," iinnouiiied the absent-minded (rt-vinaii. consulting bis lileltiiirnll- iliim, ."the sixth nnd seventh verso of Iho .'list chapter of Proverb.' Never sunt till- thnt Ills vlvnr- lous son mid heir hnd found the mem orandum In his study on the prevlnui night und, knowing thnt bis pupil had CHiimoooil ii sermon ccloliraiing ine InereiiM-d severity of dry Inw enforce- mi-til. unit d nliollcnllv i liniigeii t no chnptcr and verso numeral to hull into n very different text, tho nbsenl- minded clergyman turned to ttie place nnd read aloud these words of Solo mon : "Glvi. stroiis drink unto him tint Is ready to perish, and wine unto thnso that be of heavy henrts, "Lot him drink and forget his post poverty, nnd remember his misery no more." New York Sun. Never Heard of 8unny Side Up. irvln H. Cobb, on n recent south ern tour stopped for dinner nt n tiny rnllwny restaurant in u Jiississippi village. "Well, nnrle. what's tho blll-of- faro?" ho nsked the nged colored mnn who camo from tho kitchen to look iftor him. "Do bill o'-fnrc," said the old mnn, 'nm bum, eggs, cohn broad nnd coffee." "Ttipn I'll hnvo hnm. ogirs. corn bread und coffee, uncle," snld Mr. Cobb. Tho old wnlter bowed and shuttled nut. But n moment later ho put his head through the doorway ugaln. "Boss," he said, "now yo gwine lavo dem eggs blind or lookln' at yer Detroit Free Press. Advertise, .a Tho Bulletin. It sets result!. Brooks-Scanlon Lumber Company Lumber, Lnth, Shingles, Building Muteriiil, Kiln Dried Flooring and nil kinds of Finish SASH AND DOORS COMPLETE STOCK el Standard Size.. BROOKS-SCANLON LUMBER CO. ' Local Halos ARont, MILLKIl LUMHKIt CO. POSSE AWARDS ARE DISPUTED CAPTOIIS OF Till T.WIiOR'H MUR lllIltCltH ('.Ri:WARti:i .It'lMli: IM'I-TY HAH I 'AMI'S UN HER ADVIHISMIS.VT, Howards for tho capture nf tho slayers of Til Taylor, killed it year uro Inst July by Nlul Hurt, Jim Owens nnd Jack ltntlito lu n Jail break at Pendleton, hnvu liovor boon paid. Howards of (5,001) and $ 1 .000, offered hy Umatilla county mid tho city of Penilleton, am being made tho subject nf lltlgiitlou; nnd since tho Pendleton circuit Judge disliked to make it decision, Judgu T. 1C. J. Duffy of lliiud must do no. Hoveral different posses woro con cerned lu tho capture, and tho Judge must tnko several legal precedents Into consideration; one thnt Hie re wnrd should bo divided equally niiiong tho members of tho capturing party, another that I hoy bo paid to tlio Individual who actually iniiite tho capture. No decision has boon reach ed as yet. QUILT PATCHES ARE WANTED FOR SHOP Wool or cotton patches for quilts are wanted by tho Ited Cross shop, tho committee In cliariso announces. Tho shup will also Kluilly receive any donations of dlihos, furniture and other articles, ns wall as clothing. Bulletin Want Ads bring results try them. 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