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THE HERMISTON HERALD, Beauty’s Gold Bu George Elmer Cobb • TWNNNNYMNMNNC (Copyright, 1916, by W. G. Chapman.) "But, Mabel, I don’t know the young lady.” "But I know her. She is one of my dearest school friends. She and her | sister are stopping with some relatives over the week end. It is all arranged. I You are to call for her tomorrow eve ning. Her sister, I believe, is provided with an escort.” "And I am to take this Miss Lora ‘ Vane to the lawn party up at Grays- ville?" "Yes, Rupert.” ' "And then drive her here, where her ( sister will come also?” "That is the program.” “Very well; I’ll do it to oblige you, sis.” Mercy Grey smiled to herself. She was not a matchmaker, but she would not be averse to welcome her college chum as a sister-in-law. As to her brother, he was not altogether en rap port with the situation. The Greys were plain people, and thrifty. He had not gone much into society and, from what Mercy had told him, he fancied that this Miss Lora Vane was a gay butterfly of fashion, who rather looked down on the simple, inexperi enced son of a farmer. "I say,” hailed the brother-in-law of Rupert as he came into the farmyard, "going to shine this evening, I hear. I don't envy you.” "How is that?” Rupert challenged his good-natured relative. The latter pointed to old Fleecy, the family horse. Fleecy was white as the "Is What That Mischief-Maker Says True?” driven snow, a great, strong, intelli gent animal, something of a puller and decidedly a goer. He was the main stay of the family for buggy service. “I suppose you know that this Miss Vane is a red-headed girl?” observed the tormenting brother-in-law, always up to mischief. "No? Well, sho Is— fiery brick red. With a white horse! Say, she won't relish it, believe me. See the point?” i Rupert looked dismaved as his rela tive strode off, laugi.ing hilariously. He saw the point, indeed! The red- headed-girl-white-horse fetich was a standing joke in the vicinity. "Is what that mischief-maker says true?" propounded Jacob, the farm utility man of the Greys for a quarter of a century—odd, erratic and a prime friend of Rupert. "Is what true?” queried Rupert, vaguely stirred up at the latest dis covery of the individualism of Miss Vane. "About a rod-headed girl? If it Is, don't you fret about it. 1'11 fix it for you. I'll save you from being—being —oh, yes, embarrassed, that's the word.” "What do you mean?" demanded Ru pert. but the old man drifted away chuckling and waving his hand reas suringly, and replying in a confident tone: “I'll have It ready at eight. I'll fix everything tor you." Rupert did not pay much attention to old Jacob, who was always saying | and doing strange things. He resolved to go through the ordeal. It was too late to borrow another horse, too ex pensive to hire one at the livery. Be sides, in the dusk and In the later dark who would notice the color of Miss Vane's hair? Still. Rupert was sensi tive, and if Miss Vane was the'same, she might feel annoyed at the close .conjunction of a white horse. Old Jacob was at the hitching block when Rupert left the house to start on his experience of the night. Rupert gave a great stare, a start, a gasp. "Where's Fleecy?" he asked sharply. "Why this is Fleecy, of course." re sponded old Jacob readily. "Stained, dyed; wouldn't know him, eh? Any thing to oblige you. and fix things right, and no harm done." "But—" began the astounded Ru- pert. “You see, the folks were dyeing First American Newspaper. The first newspaper published in the Northwestern territory was the Sentinel, published at Cincinnati, No vember 9, 1783. A local historian says : “A wheelbarrow would have moved nil the types, cases and stands which the pioneer establishment contained.” The paper had Its home In a little gar ret on Front street, near the river. Sev eral years ago the Historical society at Cincinnati paid $1 48 nt an auction sale for a copy of it. The first news- paper published in Indiana territory was the Western Sun nt Vincennes, the first Issue appearing on the Fourth of July. 1804. In 1807 the Sun print ed n bound volume of the “Laws of Indiana Territory,” the paper on which the book wns printed being brought by pack horse from Georgetown, Ky. In 1824 the postmaster general reported that there were 598 newspapers pub lished In the United States and of these Ohio had 48 and Indiana 12. A Foot From 12. For half an hour a Portland teach er patiently instructed her class in the art of telling the time from a clock. "Now,” she said at last, as she pointed to the big clock on the wall, "you may be the first to tell me the time, Mary Brown." Full of importance, Mary turned and studied the dial. Then she faced her teacher again, her eyes shining with triumph. "Please, miss," she said, “it’s just one inch past 11!” Seeking Relief. "If you are tired, why not sit out this dance with your partner?" “Well, mother, It will be less tire some to dance it than to listen to his vapid talk."—Kansas City Journal. OREGON. SYMPATHY HER STRONG POINT WWW****** ViiMMMMNYNNg I some old brown bollands. There was a tubful of the stuff left over. Thinks I, will it do the work? It did. Went | on slick as grease. It may not last or wear, but for one evening I defy any one to see a speck of white, or any stranger to guess that the horse has | been hocussed, hey?" Rupert did not know whether he had better laugh or storm. He looked over Fleecy critically. Yes, in the gathering dusk, the old animal would pass muster. No one would particu larly notice Fleecy. He would be only a few moments in front of the house where he was to call for Miss Vane. Dusk would favor the situa tion. By the time they reached Grey- ville it would be dark, and he could tether the horse in an obscure spot. So Miss Vane's sensibilities would be spared. Rupert had never seen Miss Lora Vane before. As he saw her for the first time an hour later, he wished he could keep her in view for the rest of his life. She was—ravishing. And her hair—a golden glory! Red? Ho would bodily assault his brother-in-law if he ever made the insinuation again! If it shaded on the tabooed derided hue, it was in a magnificent way that made Rupert wish every girl in the world was singularly glorified. Everything went charmingly. There was a gay lantern-lit party on the lawn, dancing, refreshments and ev erybody happy. As Rupert helped Miss Vane into the buggy, he felt that he had passed the most enjoyable eve ning of his life. Lora was brimming over with joyousness, she liked her es cort and she felt that this was true and was radiantly content. Her sister was to be driven after them by her escort to the Grey home. Rupert started down the hill road first. The sky had become obscured and It began to rain. Rupert got out the rain robe and tucked in his pretty companion se curely. There was a drenching show er. It beat down for a full half hour. Then the moon came out and then— He noticed Miss Vane staring askance at old Fleecy. He glared himself. Fleecy was once more in propria per sona. The rain had washed off the thin coating of dye. Old Fleecy had turned white in a single hour! Rupert was on nettles. He met the questioning, half quizzical eyes of his fair companion once. He believed she saw through the entire gauzy tissue of mask and circumstance. He was about to stammer out a lame expres sion when there was a weird scream. It came from the shut-in cut they had just traversed. "My sister!” cried Lora sharply. "Oh, listen!” A runaway!” There was no doubt of it from the sounds. Rupert halted Fleecy and bent his ear intently. He could trace the sharp ringing hoofs of a horse, the jar and jangle of a swaying vehicle. The cries of distress and terror came nearer and nearer. “Miss Vane,” he spoke hurriedly, "please alight. If a runaway horse gets out of the cut on the open here, he is liable to go over the side of the gully to sure destruction.” He knew just what to do. He cal culated how far he could depend on Fleecy—wise, intelligent old farm vet eran. Quickly turning about he drove back into the cut, blocked the road and old Fleecy braced for the crash. It came, but the sturdy shield never wavered. Lora's sister clinging to her seat, the runaway was checked. Her escort had been thrown from the ve hicle, but came running up unhurt. As they reached the Grey home later Lora went up to old Fleecy. She guessed all. even the thoughtful over- sensitiveness of Rupert. She put her arms around the neck of the hero horse. "You brave creature!" she said. "You saved my slater’s life, you and your master here.” Her long hair showed like burnished gold in the moonlight. Rupert felt that It would be rapture to kiss that in turn. And within a week he had the right to do so. HERMISTON, Trouble With Melia Was That She Had a Tendency to Overdo It on Some Occasions. resort” purposes, as there Is neither winter nor summer In Guatemala. The train passed through miles and miles of tender, green, young sugar cane, colo as well as cane In full growth, being cut by the Indian laborers, or oc casionally by Jamaican negroes, whose villages of thatched cottages lined the tracks and were visible In the valleys down which the train sped. Some cot tages were thatched with banana leaves, some roofed with red, native tiles of beautiful tints. ’ Indian Fruit Sellers. Indians came to the train with pine apples in size and flavor far superior to anything one obtains in the United States, and with coconuts, grapes, al ligator pears, rich, juicy, fruity man- goes of fresh pink and red and pale green tints, as different from the dark, pickled mango of United States con sumption as can well be imagined. Everywhere, from Guatemala City to San Jose, on the Pacific, there was, In truth, a very “garden of Eden," with immense tracts of land not yet taken up, ready for the enterprising citizen of the United States, whom the government of Guatemala is ready at every turn to encourage and to assist. At Esquintia, a modern city of brick and stone and cement, there are me morials of the Spanish domination, and of the times when the aristocracy of Guatemala went there each January and February for diversion. It Is a city filled with palms, and there are many beautiful baths. - There are other memorials, too, and some of these attracted immediate at tention upon arrival at Pantaleon, These are of the Indians who are mak ing that great estate, the greatest in Central America, still gi eater. In the patio behind the “manor house” was a great group of stone idols, visible through the open doors of the resi dence, with a fountain for a foreground which was surrounded by four im mense coconut palms, studded a few feet up with that parasite of the trop ics—orchids. No one knew when or how the Idols had come there. It Is said that all along the west coast once extended the tribes of Cho- lula, who founded many “lordships.” Sculptured stone idols were first found in this neighborhood in 1860. Excava tions brought to light pillars, statues, stone obelisks, etc. Bas-reliefs were Allow Dog Mascot in Hospital. found which contained the representa For the sake of Rona, the Great tions of the horns of cows. Oxen were Dane mascot of the Auckland (New not known In the new world before the Zealand) Mounted rifles, one of the arrival of the Spaniards. most inflexible rules of the Fourth Some archeologists and historians, London General hospital has been re therefore, believe that these bas-reliefs laxed. Among the patients in the hos represent the goddess Isis of the Egyp pital is a man of the mounted rifles tians. But this has to do with ancient to whom the dog had become greatly history and the mystery of the civili attached. Missing her friend from the zation and settlement of Central Amer regiment, Rona became inconsolable, ica, a theme for the scientists. As we and for three days refused fool, al turned away from the sculptured stone though dainties of many descriptions Idols and monuments at Pantaleon were pressed upon her by her anxious plantation we found, ready waiting, a soldier comrades. The man himself most up-to-date steam locomotive and on learning of Ronn’s unhappiness was private car, to transport us through the greatly concerned, nnd in the interests miles and miles of sugar cane to San of both man and dog the hospital au Vincente, a coffee beneficio (cleaning thorities consented that the dog should factory), and another beneficio, named be brought to the hospital. Rona Is San Gregario, also belonging to Her- now staying at the hospital, and soon. rarra Brothers, the owners of Panta It Is hoped, will escort her recovered leon sugar plantation and mill. comrade back to the regiment. Coffee and Sweetening. Rona is “on the strength” of the The coffee trees had just come Into regiment, and wears an official identi flower and their fruit was not yet fication disk carried on a silver chain ready to wash and put through the subscribed for by her comrades.—Lon various processes, but we were in luck don Globe. on the sugar plantations, for It was cutting and grinding season, and after War Brings Autos to Crow Indians. we had watched the 5,000 cattle grazing The British are anxious to secure knee deep' in the great pastures and good horses for use in the present the Indians cutting the cane we came war, and they are buying large num back to the mill and the manor house. bers from the Crow Indians. In the mill we saw 1,000 bags of 100 The Crows are the wealthiest of the pounds each of refined white sugar northern Indian tribes and their being turned out each day. Sugar cane horses are the best. was fed in and refined sugar In sacks, The British are paying good prices 1,000 of them a day, taken out. The to the tribe, each horse,fetching $150. mill worked night and day, 24 ours on It has become quite a craze to spend a stretch. Grinding season began at the money thus obtained In buying Christmas nnd continued until the mid motor cars. Even the poorest Crow dle of May. There are 60,000 tons of possesses from ten to twelve horses. enne in a crop. At the first opportunity he sells these The white granulated sugar goes to and buys a car. the United States and white Demarra During the Boer war the British crystal sugar is made for export to army purchased thousands of the In London. Every Indian on the place has dian ponies. The animals were light, been taught there. There is a splendid but strong, and capable of great en laboratory equipment, with perfect durance. With the money from their chemical and scientific control of the ponies, the Crows invested in thor product. oughbred stallions and mares, finally possessing a remarkably fine strain. HIS is written in what would | be called in Virginia a “manor house.” But since it is in Guatemala it is of the Spanish colonial rather than the English nial type, says Wingrove Bathon In the Utica Saturday Globe. The residence is the office and home of the largest sugar plantation in Cen tral America, and to visit It has been a privilege which has fallen to the lot of very few residents of the United States, or of Europe, either, for that matter, as the records of visitors here show. The great Humboldt came down through these fertile valleys of black mud years ago and recorded that he had found at last the celebrated "gar den of Eden,” and he predicted that what was then a wilderness beneath the tropic sun would some day blossom and bear fruit—the sweetest dreams of the agriculturist. But he never dreamed that here would one day be found, as anyone who comes here may, a sugar mill in which it was necessary to invest, as is done in the United States and in Cuba, $500,- 000 before a pound of sugar could be obtained. Nor did he dream that visit ors of today would find, as they do, an American chemist making sugar with a polariscope, assisted by thousands of Indians of the west coast of Central America, descendants of the ancient Toltecs mixed with Mayas. T 27* a $88 881 15 -it. werkt % • srrl.. fers’ GUATEMALAN INDIAN GRL The approach to Pantaleon for the writer and the circumstances of the In spection were exceptional. It may be as well to set down here that In Guate mala and in many other Central Amer ican countries, a plantation, or a series of plantations. Is known as a “finca.” Magnificent Scenery. The start was made from Guatemala City, the capital, in the morning, Down grade through magnificent views of the mountains and volcanoes which make a setting for the capital the train trav eled over the west coast branch of the International Railways of Central America, which was built by the late C. P. Huntington despite almost insur mountable obstacles of an engineering character, and among waterfalls and water powers from which some day will be developed vast electrical en ergy. Towering above the train as It wound down through canyons, amid the hazy, fleecy clouds were the peaks of the twin volcanoes, Agua (water) and Fuego (fire), no longer active, which have sent down Into these valleys in years gone by showers of rich black mud that contains all the chemical ele ments of the best fertilizers, and in which three crops of Corn each year are raised. A third volcanoe, Santa Marla, blew out In 1904, destroying mil lions of dollars’ worth of property. The train skirted the shores of one of the most beautiful lakes in the world, as interesting and as beautiful as anything Switzerland has ever of fered any traveler—Lake Amatitlan— where some of the well-known resi dents of the capital maintain bunga lows for recreation : not for “summer Melia's face was drawn Into sym pathetic contortions whenever her two friends spoke. Melia was nothing if not “responsive.” And Gwen and Laura seemed to be speaking with unwonted haste. “It’s queer,” Gwen said, “but I be lieve I have never In my life made an uncharitable remark about anyone—” “I’m sure you never have!” Melia broke in with enthusiasm. “I always feel so safe with you!” Gwen’s cheeks began to flame ; she opened her mouth to protest, but Melia raised her voice a trifle. “No, my dear. I’m telling the exact truth. I know you'll say a kind word for me if anyone makes a harsh criticism. I do believe you never made an uncharitable re- mark In your life !” “Oh, but I don’t say that.” Gwen’s words fairly tumbled over each other in her eagerness. “I was only going to say that I believe I never made an uncharitable remark about anyone without having reason to.” “Of course !” Melia interrupted with emphasis. “And that keeps It from being uncharitable. We can't go through the world shutting our eyes to people’s faults. But there’s every thing in being sure that the criticism is just. I know you are right in that, Gwen. You have never criticized any one without good reason.” “Yes, but,” Gwen put in with nerv ous haste, “I didn’t mean that, either. I was just going to say I've never in my life made an uncharitable remark about anyone without having reason afterward to be sorry for it. Either I find out I ought to have made more allowances, or I see that I haven’t been quite fair!” “Oh!” said Melia. Half an hour later, when their vis itor had gone, Gwen drew an uncon sciously long and audible sigh. Laura echoed it with mock seriousness. “I feel as if I’d been running,” Gwen said, "or singing that ‘Echo Song.’ I feel ‘winded !’ ” “I always feel that way when Melia has been here,” said Laura. “But, all the same, Mella’s a dear, and it all comes from her being so sympathetic and responsive. I mustn’t forget that,” Gwen said thoughtfully. Laura’s gay laugh rang out. “My dear,” she said, “I believe you ‘never In your life’ made a remark even re motely bordering on the ‘uncharitable’ without being sorry for It at once!”— Youth’s Companion. Messages $1 a Word. The Society islands, far away In the South seas, now have a wireless com munication with the outer world, a radio station having been opened by the French government on the island of Tahiti last winter. Communication with the United States will be by way of Samoa and New Zealand, and thence by cable to San Francisco. It is expected that the coot of messages to the United States will exceed $1 a word. Later on It Is hoped to reduce this more than half by sending the messages over an all-wireless route. — Indsido Information. “Now, wife, we must look around a i little before buying an automobile." “Fortunately, we won’t have to go to that trouble. I have had called to my attention the most perfect machine in the world." “Who was telling you about this car?” “The agent.” THE OHILDDLN FOOTBALL GAME IS MODIFIEE Interesting Substitute for Popular Pas time Ie Free From All Rough ness—How It Is Playsd. An interesting substitute for foot ball that retains most of the elements of the popular game, and at the same time is free from roughness, will be welcomed by many boys. Such a game Is tag football. It will appeal particularly to the boys who are too young to play regular football, or who have been forbidden to play be cause of physical Incapacity. It Is also a good game for older boys when there are not enough players to form two complete elevens. With some adaptations it has also been played successfully by girls. The game is played with a rugby ball, on a regular football field, by two opposing teams of from five to eleven players each. Scores are made as in football, and football rules hold good except where special rules are prescribed. After the sides have been chosen, the ball is kicked off, and the receiv er runs toward his opponents' goal until an opposing player touches him. The ball is “down" where It touches the ground on an incomplete pass, or at the place where the runner Is first tagged, or at the point where he goes out of bounds. Because of the obvious futility of straight-line plays, the forwards spread out along the scrimmage line. The play is therfore much more open than in the regular game. As in football, no player may kick the ball when it is on the ground, ex cept at the kick-off or when making a free try for a goal. Another foot ball rule that applies should be kept in mind. Players must be “on-side” at the kick-off, at the beginning of each down, and at the free kicks for field goals. An important variation from foot ball Is that the side putting the ball in play may have only one man on the scrimmage line if it so chooses. Every man on the team is eligible, at any time, to receive a pass coming in any direction. It Is therefore a running, passing, kicking game, and can be played without likelihood of mishaps lons after the ground has been frozen.—Youth’s) Companion. SHOOTING A PING-PONG BALL Toy Weapon Projects a Missile, but a Perfectly Harmless One—Fills Long Felt Want. $ There is justly a deep-rooted objec tion to the toy pistol because of the damage and injury which is likely to be inflicted by it; but, at the same time, there is a period In every boy child’s life when he calls for a toy pistol, and one which does not shoot a missile does not seem to fill the bill. Every doting parent knows the diffi culty of denying a child such a trifling thing,'and the result is that almost invariably the parent waives his ob- Pistol Shoots Ping-Pong Ball. jection, for a limited period at least, and the child gets the coveted toy pis- toL In order to provide a pistol with the requirement that It should shoot a ball, a nursery weapon of new design projects a ping-pong ball, which can accomplish no disaster under any cir- Icumstances. As most everyone knows, the ping-pong ball is made of the thin nest wafer of celluloid. It is molded in two hemispheres, and the two parts cemented together making a perfect sphere and one which is exceedingly lively, the antics of which as It bounds from point to point make much merri ment. The pistol which was recently patented is shown herewith, and Its mode of operation may be readily ob served. A Spelling Lesson. What does Ghoughphtheightteeau spell? Do you give it up? It spells potato, that la according to the following: Oh stands for p, as you will find from the last letters in hiccough; ough for o. as In dough; ph th stands for t, as in phthisis; elgh stands for A. as tn neighbor; tte stands for tt, as in grisette, and eau stands for o, as in Thus you have p-o-t-a-t-o.