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About Cloverdale courier. (Cloverdale, Tillamook County, Or.) 190?-19?? | View Entire Issue (March 16, 1916)
CLOVERDALE VOL. 11. C L O V E R D A L E , T IL L A M O O K In Hard Luck By M. QUAD C opyright, 1916, by th e M cC lure N ew sp ap er S yndicate. Had you asked in' the village of Lorain which was the happiest family in the community nine out of ten would have answered that Deacon Thurston and his w ife tilled the bill. Deacon Thurstou was long, lean and smiling. H is w ife was fat, content and good natured. The deacon had never been known to get mad or to do a selfish action. His w ife was seldom known to borrow, but was always w illing to lend. O f a summer evening they sat on the porch—sometimes for three hours —without speaking a word to each other. A fter supper o f a winter’s evening the deacon built a roaring lire in the sitting room, and then with a candle in one hand and a blue pitcher in the other he descended to the cellar. The barrel o f cider stood in the northeast corner. H e knelt before it and drew exactly a pint and a half o f its con tents. This was a pint for himself ami half a pine fo r his good wife. It was *71 never more and never less. The apple bin stood against the south wall. lie went to it and selected four fine Bald wins and put them in his coattail pocket and marched up the stairs. Ills w ife was ready with a damp cloth to give the apples a wipe. Three of them were fo r the deacon and one for his wife. One winter when the first snowfall came the deacon hitched up the old 1 C O U N T Y , O R E G O N , M A R C H 16, horse to the “ pung," or homemade sled, and started for the woods. Four inches o f snow had fallen, and it was a brisk morning. The old horse squeal ed and kicked up his heels, and the deacon heard himself saying: “ W ell, if I ain’t glad to be alive this morning, though they have raised my | taxes $2 more this year!” When the deacon and his outfit en tered the woods there was a rabbit’s trail leading in the direction he wanted to go. He therefore followed it. It led Into the woods and stopped at a hollow log. The deacon advanced to the log and with the head o f his ax struck a re- soundiug blow. He did not see whether the rabbit ran out or not. His ear caught a jln gliyg sound, and in the ex- citemeut the presence o f bunny was entirely forgotten. It was a jin gle o f money—not greenbacks, but solid coin. Five minutes later lie was splitting the old log wide open and his eyes were bulging out and hts cheeks were pale. There was coin before him— heaps o f coin. It was all silver coin. One, two, three, four capfuls of sil ver treasure. He carried each capful to the sled and emptied Its contents upon the horse blanket. When all the money had been gathered he tied up the blanket When he finally mounted the sled he gave the old horse three or I four sharp cuts With the whip. They were the first blows the old nag had ever received at his hands, and they started him out at a lumbering gallop. Horse and driver appeared at home In a sweat. They did not stop at the | kitchen door, though Mrs. Thurston was there to ask what had happened. “ S-s-h! You go right into the house. Judith, and I will be there In a min ute.” In five minutes he followed after her and laid the bundle o f coin on the kitchen, table with a clink that made 1916 NO. 36 BANKING BY MAIL Several of our customers are people we do not know by sight though we have done business by mail with them for years. We believe we have given them satisfactory banking service and can give you the same satisfaction. Mail us Your Next Check or Checks It saves you time, and T I M E IS MONEY, especially at this season I of the year. No need to come to the bank in person. SECURITY A N D SERVICE Our Motto i | ! her exclaim: Before and After. "Oh, deacon, have you picked up n Before marriage lie has a duck fit If lot of horses hoes?” she sees him with a shave and mas “ Horseshoes nothing!!” he whispered sage that are more than two hours old as he untied the blanket and folded It or the perfect poise o f his correct tlo back. disturbed a hair’s breadth, hut after "W hy, it’s silver—it’s money!” “ Of course It Is, and 1 didn’t rob any ward lie comes to the table with his body to get it either. 1 found it in a shoestrings untied, no collar on and a stubby growth of beard that would holler log.” “ Deacon, we are rich!” whispered the play a tune if you ran it through a wife as she locked the kitchen door music box.—Judge. and pulled down the shades. T h e T ro u b le. “ You bet we are,” replied the deacon. “ Have you explained the germ sys ’’Help me count tbe money.” They counted It. It took them n full tem to your children? Everything hour, but it was over at last, and there should be on a practical basis these was just $"»,000. days." “ Deacon,” said she after a moment, “ No,” replied the old fashioned citi “ we alius wanted to go to Niagara Falls zen. "It seems inconsistent to tell ’em see the water wasting itself, but j and you could never spare the money. We not to believe in fairies and then try | to get ’em to believe in microbes.” — will go now, won’t we?” The deacon was silent, but there was Pittsburgh Boat such a look on his fuee as she hud never seen before. It was a look o f T h e Poet A gain. avarice uud selfishness combined, and He had long hal^ and a pensive look. it was not good to see. She hud to re He wrote a poem entitled “ Why Do I peat her question before lie replied. U ve?" Ile signed it Augustus and "Judith, I want you to understand,” said the deacon as be walked back- sent it to a magazine. warti and forward, “ there is to be no The editor wrote him as follows: nonsense about tills money. I may “ My dear Augustus—The reason why have to go to Niagara Falls on busi you live is because you sent the poem ness, but you will stay at home and by mall Instead o f bringing it person care for the house. 1 shall have to | ally.” — Paris Journal. have a new suit o f clothes, but you can get along with yonr old ones.” Many Sided Kicks of the Camel. “ But 1 have not had a new bonnet in A cumel’s hind legs will reach any fourteen years,” she wailed. where—over Ids head, round his chest “ Your old one Is all right.” And that treasure from the hollow ami to his hump. Even when lying log bred dissension almost within the down an evil disposed animal will hour it was found. Husband and w ife shoot out Ids legs und bring you to a took opposite stands, and things were silting posture If he wants to. Com getting ripe for a separation when the pared with a camel a mule is really a deacon passed one o f the coins at the most considerate kicker, so beware grocery. The grocer found it counter when the camel looks as if he is going feit, and the whole pile o f silver was to kick. —New York World. overhauled, to find that every coin was bogus. It laid been hidden In the log T a c tlo s s . by those who made it. When the sad “ I don’t think it was a bit nice for truth stood revealed and the deacon the rector to commend women’s econ had fumed and fretted and his w ife omy in dress,” said the w ife to her had shed a few tears he stood iiefore husband ufter the service. her and queried: "That shouldn’t have annoyed you, “ W ell. Judith, what are we going to my dear,” was the reply. "You r gown do about it?” Is plain enough." "Quit lieing idiots." she answered. “ Exactly! Ilis remark called every And they then and there quit. body's attention to what I had on.” — The Cloverdale Courier $1 a year, Exchange. I