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About Moro bulletin. (Moro, Or.) 1902-1902 | View Entire Issue (July 17, 1902)
MORO, OREGON, THURSDAY, JULY 17, 1902. VOL. I. NO. 9. SHERMAN COUNTY OHE OF THE MOST PRODUCTIVE COUNTIES IN THE STATE. itrrr)t>K f / / > » r j i . u t n H t t r r e» A County of varied resources and suscep tible to an Increase in productiveness to double what it is at present. h i m h i a? t'H u u u h h m ’ A How a ver or tiik K krri . i . io !<. Then. glkllng V» hrr »l«le, th«« other girl alhl softly U» Ihr fl«»w, r*-»llng her heud in hrr frira.l» Up, while the round, white a r m * glram«*<1 fair in the flreltirht »gain«l the rough haMt, aa they cloMpcI Carolyn fla y lovingly. And her haughty head U>wed «rrer her Sherman Otunty ia Iwunded <>n the mirth by the Columbia Hivar, on friend, till it mingled It* »pun gold with tha eaol by the John Pay H irer, on the weal by the Date hu tea Hirer, the dark curl» upon which »hr preaacd and on the floutb by Waaco County, and embracea iu »aid.boundarira a her lipa. C H A IW K R V t VMAtVOM ABI> m v a •trip ol country aboui A50 rquare mile*. If Peyton FBzhtigh r«Watty deulrtxl to Tne principal production of the County ia wheat, although large take the midnight ex pre»* for Wa*hing- quautitiea of oata and barley are raised annually, rthorman County, t«>n. hl» were certainly rery leisurely although one of the aroalleat in the State, can in production be placed movement* to reach IU lie lounged Into the Maryland club—• alongside of the largest, a* one t i lt h of the entire wheat crop annually unukually empty, aa it chanced.—lit a e i ported from the Slate of Oregon ia taken from thia .County. Fruita of all kinds bear in abundance and are of the very brat qual ity . Some of the beai orcharda in Kaatern Oregon are to be found here. A portion of the County «'peculiarly adapted to atockraiaing, tad thouaanda of aheep, horeea and cattle of the l*eat breed« and high«*st grad«« are to be found within her borders. The aaat'teed valuation placed upon property ia very low, as well as the t a i levy, as there ia no nee,! of either being high, the County being entirely out of debt with plenty of money in her treasury to meet all her obligations. The County has a floe two-atory brick oourlhouee, aurround*d by well kept grounds. The principal business places in the County are Wasco,(»rasa \ alley and Moro, all thriving towns. C IT Y OF MORO. Moro, the County Seat of fihennan County, ia located near the center of the County. It lisa a population of m o m .MX) inhabitant*, each and every one of whom has the interests of the town at heart; and no d if fe r e n t how they m *y he divide,! on religious, political or other ques tions, when anything pertaining to the welfare of the town cornea up, then thoy act as one man, working together in unity to accomplish the purposes in view; and in every instance success crowns their efforts. Moro is about 1400 feet above the sea level, and ia locate,! upon ro ll ing ground that slopes gradually to the northeast, making a Iwautiful picture to the traveler entering the city from any direction. Moro has a fine system of waterworks, and in fact ia the|only town In the County which owns its own water plant, furnishing an abun dance of water to its citiaena, as well as having an unlimited supply in case of fire. Moro has one of the host graded schools in the County, and no pains or eipense are spared in building up the school, each year making it better thaiythe preceding one. Moro has hanking facilities equal to any found in the State, as well ns enormous business houses of ail kinds that carry full linea of every thing needed in the workshop, on tho farm or in the home. Moro lias a bright future l»efore it, and at no distant day its popula tion will I mj more than doubled, as those’ seeking a pleasant and ideal place to live, with transportation facilities of the very best at its door, with several religious denominations represented, with the very best school, with one of the healthiest locations in the State,Jwill come and build themselves a homo with us and help enjoy the benefits that can only he derived possesses. from a town that has the many advantages that Moro cigar and »at down with an evening paper, glancing ovrr it» margin at every one entering the hall U yond. Men paaard in or out, „rraaionnlty, until, at la»t. a tall, athletic man. brotixed and rarol«**« in dreaa, entered the club and atrollad into the t>iUianl-ro>Mn. Laying aai<le hl» paper, the watcher lounged Into the u m r room, earvlnudy taking % cue from the ruek and teating the tmlla <»O the nearest table. •'Ilello! Peyton, old boy!” •'it hv, Carroll Meredith! 1» that you?" The greeting» were aimultaneoua. aa their eye» met; and the laat coiner gru»|>e.l Fitzhugh'» hand warmly, aa he queried: • Where in thunder «to yon come from? Haven't heard of you since we parted in Puri» laat year ” “ Yet Pve been over here three months, and t*een a go»«! deal in »ocie- ty •'Ihimn society !" ejaculated Carroll Meredith, with perfunctory profanity! adding, with largely-larking respect: "What‘a in it, anyway? A lot of green girla and greener »nip«, or. w r s c yet. old boy» ami girl» playing young. I hate mutton iln-»*«-*t lamb fashion, I*ey- ton (lot »iek of it long ago By G««org«-! you're olii enough to know it all through, ten." •‘Stop! No allusion to my age." Fita hugh laughed. •Tome, let» have a gl a*' of w ine to the jolly day» in Paria." •T in uni!’’ Meredith shook Ma head m ther ruefully. "Can't do it. old l»»y. Aeree drink anything now. Why, Pvu ta»teil nothing but coffee »im e I got home. You know iny love for it? Well, I'm fAe moral bachelor of the club now." "You always were; but now you look it," the other laughed back. "That's exposure. Ju»t back from a duck bunt." Meredith retorted, with a quick glance iu the mirror. "That con founded no*«* o f mine colored tike a me«*r»chaiim year* ago; but I <im a regu lar Fattier Mathew, now ." "Well, try a carom game w htle we talk," Fitahugh propnaad. "I suppose your moral» won't bluah if I drink a gin*» of champagne? I've been ai a aw ell musicale; but It w as too ‘union* there to »nit my ia»te, an I allpp«il off twfore »upper. Carroll, w hy does Mr«. Gray —” The other man hail crossed to the rack. At the name, the cue he graaptsl hung half »impended, a» he wheeled and stared at the speaker. "Pardon me," the other continued, court*«msly. "I had forgotten that tltlmor (¡ray w w your cousin. But, really, to »« the bluccoats must grate a bit. 1 suppose there's good reason for it sometime» diplomacy, convenance, or what not; hut I don't can* for too much of it myself." Carroll Meredith glance«! cautiously and quickly at»mt the room, then into the hall, approaching the tattle ax though altout to any something serious. Then, suddenly changing his mind, he asked, bluntly: "Why didn't you go nentw», then? You’re a Virginian, a great rider anil a crack shot. Mosby needs men: so doea Stuart. But perhaps my question i s —" "Not the least in the world,” Fita hugh replied, suavely. "Pve only l»*«>n luick aw hile, and Pm mt deuced lazy. yon know. Beside», then*’« noth ing doing aerosa just now. In the spring I will Ite in my native state. And, Carroll" lie drew closer, looking steadily in the other'» eye», and his voice grew vibrant, with a solemn ring in it "if the end does not show me worthy of my name and race, may you nil may God Himself—curse tho trai tor's grave in which 1 lie." The Marylander extended frankly his strong, brown hand, ns he auiil, warmly: "Pardon my awkwardness, Peyton. I'm a blunt., rough fellow*, not one of yon mwietv men, but I'm man enough to recognize another when I meet hint. I know you're n i l r i g h t , o l d l»>y. The fellow that out-boxed, out-wrestled and outran me at Clinrlottevllle, that took away my prettiest partner at Mabille. eoulil never funk! I'll hear of yon yet. Here, Sam!" he called to the negro ad vancing with the wine cooler, “bring another gius»'—Peyton, old fellow, i ’ll YUK M ABVt.AXItKN EXTVXtiKD M is rrnoKo mtowx FRAXKLY haxd . take Just one drink to your coming shoulder »trap«!" The clock on the mantel chimed eleven a* th«* two tw n drained their gla u .e< The Virginian'« black eyea shot nn<- anxious glance at the dial; then. •» they rested on the frank, ruddy face of hi* companion, something crept into th< t n that wa» not all pity, nor yet wholly contempt. For Mensiith smack «»I hi» lips, crying with a laugh: "A-nh' that go«*« t*i the spot! By George! 1C» like rain after a drought! It'» yoar play. Here. Sam. till this up." And h«- drained another foaming goblet of the lee-cold wine. Nono-how Fitzhngh played very had billmqls, missing <-a»y shots under his friend x good-natured banter. "Hang it, my nerves arc out of gear." he cried, a» he lost a simple carom. "Finish that fizz, Carroll; it’s a wiun- an'» drink at the best. I want a bracer. Here. Sam !"—he struck th« p»ng on the m antel—"bring me some cognac." "Finish nothing!" the other player retorted. "That bottle’« empty already. Bring two cognacs, Sam. Damn itl bring the bottle!" Fitzhugh looked keenly at the speak er. mi»*<«l at last, and. leaning on his cue, wa* about to apeak earn<*»t!y, but changed his mind and only asked: "Shoot much now? Much game down in the counties?" "Lota! I go down often," Meredith anawen-tl, growing more glib under the mixture of cognac and champagne. "Say, Peyton, there's lugger game in I*rinee t»«>orgv'a now—" He cheekixt himself suddenly, with a shrewd leer at the other’s impassive face. "Rare days we dal use to have in old time», eh? Gucsa I ten« rather fond of a tear for a youngster. Remember that sum mer at Capon, just before the war, when I fell waltzing with Carolyn—” Again he checked hitnsclf, more ab ruptly and with more of effort, aiming iutently at hi» hall. "They were jolly days," Fitzhugh said. "Here's to tlieir return—aft«*r tho war!" He filled both glasses brimming. Meredith gulp«**! hi» eagerly, to the laa| drop: but the other man, aeemingly eager for hia turn at the halls, plae«*d his glass on a aide-stand, aeareely touched. "Say, Peyton, old boy," Meredith cried suddenly, as his opponent finished a sm all run which he neglected to "lIF.nK ’s TO QOOD 0I.D Y1MKS, CARBOLI.!” count, "1 used to think that summer you were pretty soft on her." "Indeed? On whom?" "Carolyn Clay. She wim a beauty, though- George! how she could ride ami shoot! A perfect thoroughbred! But you did seem pretty hard hit!" "Did I? 'Pou my word, I-forget," Fitz- liugh retorb-d, with controlled tongue, but hi» «-yea glowed, aa they measured the other man, now stretching unatrad- ilv aero«« the table. "What ever Ijecame of Mbs Clay?" "She's all right, old boy! N h e -’’ Suddenly Meredith cheeked hioMrlf, »teadying hi» l«ody against the eushion. a* iu* gaz*-<t at hi* querist with a stare meant U» be penetrating, but b*> large ly tinctun-d with alcohol. "Khe’» wmie- where over in Virginia, I »upp<*e." "Well, I hop«* we may im-et—-in the spring," Fitzhugh answered, quietly; amt lie r*-filie«l the other's gla*«. adding a drop to hia own full one. "Here's to good old tira«-«. Carroll!" "To old time« it la! Damn it. Peybm, meeting you doe» iu-ing ’em back! Many a jolly tear, eh?" and In- gulped down tile fiery cognac aa it hail l»*cn water. "Ah, Ihil'i the »tuff! You’re right! Woman'« wine, champagne, What were we saying?—Carolyn Clay? Ye«; tht * a grand girl*—«Ac « a soldier!— Peyton, ol’ boy, if I wasn t pledged — if I ilared—I might b-ll you something to ’»tonish H i,.« shot I*. i: ’ M i n e - " He br ike off abruptly, turning to tho tatile and playing wildly, but counting. Again Fitzhugh's eye» sought the clock anxiously. It marked the quarter to twelve. ••Game!" he cried, suddenly. "P11 bet you a terrapin »upper you can't beat roe. the next game we play. This mom is t>»i hot Com«*, let's get into the air. Gue night-cap, and I’ll walk home with you." Again he filled the glaaaes with steady hand. Again Mrredith drained his, lurching heavily towards the hat-rack. Then the tw , locked arms, passing into th»* black December night. The cold wind, contrasting to the clm r ro«»m, dnwe the alcohol fumes faster t«> Mere dith'» brain, loosening hia leg« and hia tongue in «*qual degree. "Ye*, air’ Carolyn ( la y ’s soldier, ev’ry inch! Brave*’ girl y«»’ ever heard o’. An' litt'l Will XlcKee,"—he gabbled on. with a chuckle— tha’ littl’ shrimp!— Peyton. y<m'd nev' «'peet society I »-an like him —damn su»h pavenwnt!— you'd nev' »'peet shrimp like him—Knowl can trust you, ol’ boy! Jlut he"» riskin' ol’ capitol—" When Peyton Fitzhngh had found Carroll Meredith’s night-kev. left him in hi» room, and turned once more into th«* night, he muttered to himself: "A gentleman in »oui. with a big heart! God forgive the poor fellow— »nd me! But I Aud to do it!" Pulling hi* aoft hat down over his fare, and throwing the collar of hia long ulster high about it, the apy »Lnwlc rapidly through the deserted streets, turned into an alley-way. and halt«d before a low arch, where a sentry walk«*d lazily. The mau came to a carry, and the spy. passing him unques- tionexi. mounted the steps to a dim-lit hall, where an orderly doz«*d at u desk. "Major in, Caspar?" be asked, abrupt ly, and. nt-civing answer, tapped at a door labeled "adjutant general." Aa lie entered, a slight, boybh o fiic r glanced up from dispatches littering his desk. "I’m! you're on time." he said, abruptly, ns the neighlwiring clock elangvxl out for midnight. "A minute later, you had fourni the office shut." "1 said I would l>e here by twelve, major," the spy answered. "I was de tained by duty. Any orders for me, air?" "None. Important news from your general, though; no Washington wire« me. He failed V» strike Stuart's ad- van«*. under Ifoearr, that morning yon gukletl him to lU*ekley’s cn«ssroads. The damnetl rebel was beforehand and got in his rear." "Did they strike, air? Did they cut the general off?" Fitzhugh ask«*d the questions eagerly and with a strange gleam in his even. "Yes: they struck, and pretty hard, too. But the general eut hi« way through, rather crippled. No, there ia no blame attaching to you. Fitzhugh. The fault lies w ith Maj. Conyers scou t lie is under arrest. You s«*em to have done your full duty." "1 tried to do my full duty, sir." The reply w as unwont«xl in its meekness; and the spy’s eyes were downcast, as ho queried: "When* did the general get out? Has he made the river again?" "Yes; but s«>ine regiments s«*attere«l, and the stragglers eoine in slowly." "They should be atruck,4in detail— scattered along the river,” Fitzhugh saiil. slowly, half absently. •'Damn, it. sir. you’d better give your views to (¡en. Sheridan." the infantry major rotorti*«!, abruptly. "I am not commanding the cavalry of the army of the Potomac.” "Beg l'union, sir," the spy answered, not raising his eyes, in which the glcaiu still lingered. "Am 1 to go over? Any onlers for me?" "No; you nn* t«> romain here -proba- bly accompany tien. Baldwin on a priaon-inspeetkm that has l»s*n de mande«! by these newrspaper uushllcrs. Good-night. Caspar ' The major rose, sorting hi» paper«. the spy turning slow ly to the door, as though rogrotting something, when the officer nihhsl: "By the way, what is this young fel low Slclvee?" "Nothing, sir," was the prompt an swer, as Fitzhugh glance«! quickly at the questioner. "A society buttertly, without brains. Ik* is not suapected, 1 presume?" "Oh, no. Only, lie’s always so devil ish polite to me. for sake of getting passe» where none are netshsl, that it amounts to n bore, lie talked two hours and wasted two bottles of wine to-night to get permits to hunt iu ITinco George's. Good night.” "G ihk I night, air," tlic spy answered, quickly leaving the room and descend ing to the street. Meanwhile. Mr. Willie McKee had left the inusicale and let himself qui< t- ly into th'- darkened home of his wid owed mother Passing softly throuj^i to the »tabh-a, he waked hi. grrxun, gave special inatructi >n** about feeding his beat horse, and ordered hir. hunting- trap to lx* in readim-na at tw > o'clock Then, mounting to bi« own suite, h« laid out hi» conluroyx and boots, »«- fc t« l a Winchester rifle from the sev eral caaca, and, carefully inspecting th'* grcMM* on the cartridges. lo*ul«-d it and text«-»I the loek. Next he unlocked a cupboard, taking thence and »towing in his bird-isig a strange »»utfit for a duck-hunt Then* wen- carefully tied pare»-!» from the druggist, hank» of silk and strong flax, papers of ne«-dle*. postage-stamps, and. last, throe large, flat flasks of brandy labeled "1M0.” as th-mgh V» e*pializ*» the ou tfit Packing finixhed, McKee re read the pa*.»»*» the federal had lately so contemn»*«!. m ad»- some »-arvfol mi inor- aiwla in finest writing upon thin sh ift* of paper, and drew an old pip«- of briar- wood from hi» pocket. Carefully «-lean ing the tube, he rolled the popera tight ly, foroe«l them in, and ameared a littlo of the nicotine on top, to color th«- e»lgcs from rec«»gnition. Lastly, the youth arrayed himself in hunting-rig a» carefully as though pre paring for hi» wedding, humming, dur ing the procea», snatches of melody from late <>pe.a bouffeo. Then, as the cuckoo doek on hi» wall cooed out the half-hour pa*t one, he deacemled softly to the stahle-yard. Th«- hunting-trap waA already rolled out: and, packing gun and bird-bog carefully un«l«-r the h«-avy fur robes, the master turn«*«!, to find his ebon groom close at hl» elbow. •Ma»»' Will, ent yo’ gwine ter read da note?" "M hat note. Elijah?" "Da note da whi' man dun le f. W’y yo’ d«an' road it?" And. for the first time, the negro ext«-nde«l a dingy en velope. • Who left this? Did you tell anyone I was g- 4ng gunning?" the master asked. anxiously. "How I'» gwine tell urn. w'en I ain’t knowed it? an’. *«hlca, ’e ain’t ax nuthin'," the man replied, with the ne gro'» usual indirection. *• KA«, left it. sir? Hold your lantern.” •'How I know who l e f it. w'en he on- beknownxt to m«,* an' I ain't yeerod his entitle? W’en 'e ax is yo' in. I ain’t tell him is yo’; 1 only ox 'im ia yo* in? I>en he say, gi e un dis note, «A./ Du * tie note." Tearing open the envelope, on which the gum was »till moist. McKee began to read l»y light «’f the stable lantern.— curiously at first, then eagerly, at last with amazement stamped on every fea ture. "Wait to hitch up till I come back. Ixtek this gate after me." he ordered, rapidly. Then he passed intothe atreet; and the m-gro. hearing his rapid foot falls ring along the stones, show ed his white t«*eth as he turned the key, and muttered: "Reck’n ’e ent cornin’ back! Dis yerc hunt dun gone up. Da note cum frum a gal. sho' 'puff'.'* CBAPTFR V tt TAXCUHC THE SKEIX. The musicale had broken up early, and the Gilmor (.¡ray mansion waa tightly «•li'scd. Not one light shone from its tall, brown front, and the very servants' quarters were dark and still, as the clock of the church hard by clanged out twice upon the night. llessie Westchester had soon left her hidden guest, to mingle brightly again with those below; but never had thu eonlial hospitality o f that fair maiden— of her whole household, in fact—really found so "aweet” that proverbially much-slandered "old word, good-by!" Neeeaaary sequela* of a feast properly looke«l to, though in unusual haste tor a notable h«ra»ekeeper, Mrs. Gray had dismissed her w illing servants t«> rest; and. a little later, her husband hail quietly loeketl the door leading from their wing to the family section of the dw elling "I may disappoint aome colored lodge, for once.” he had remarked to his wife, as lu* poeket«nl the key; "but to-night even our ow n eyes and ears are danger ous to trust to." tTo be Continued? S a v e s a W om an 's Llfo. To have given up would have meant death for Mrs. Lois Ciagg, ol Dorchester, Mass. For years he had endured untold misery from a severe lung trouble and ob stinate cough. “Often,” she writts, “ I could scarcely breathe and some times could not speak. All doctors and remedies failed till I used Dr. King’s New Discovery for Con-uu.p- tion and was completely cured.” Sufferers from coughs, colds, throat and lung trouble need this grand remedy, for it never disap|Kiints. Cure is guaranteed by all drug gists. Price 60c aud $100. T iisl bottles free. i There is a good opening iu Moro for a family of rustler* to do wash ing and work out. It i* aim st im possible to gel this ciass of woik done at any price. i
