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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.
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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!.
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.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.
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