The Klamath news., April 30, 1925, Page 2, Image 2

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OFFICIAL PAPER OF THE CITY OF KLAMATH FALLS
"Let us have faith that right makes might, and
in that faith let us to the end dare to do our
duty as vx understand it" Abraham Lincoln
CRIME IN THE NEWS
(From the Chicago Tribune)
Some newspapers whose editors thought the circulation
could stand a stunt gave crime abnormal treatment for a
while. They segregated it, obscured it, and held it down.
Most of tham are returning to normal.
The activities which get the most space in representa
tive American papers are first bu-incds, an i second sports.
An w-"" ruination of a number of papers put police news at
undrfo per cent of the reading matter. Every once in a
while that 10 per cent starts..on,page one and impressas
some readers as being aju' 0 Per cent xA the issue.
The crime which do l1"3 drama. It has some of
the elements which drawi01 ifiJlamkt, Othello, Mac
beth, etc. It has what makes them want to read Conan
Doyle, a good deal of Dickens, some of Stevenson. The
modern theater and modern fiction are not strong for
crime. They want vice. Crime remains the newspaper
drama. It requires unusual mystery, unusual character,
unusual motive. Most of Chicago's murders get a para
graph, sometimes only three lines of agate. ' "John Smith
shot and instantly killed William Jones at and
streets last night. They had quarreled. The police are
seeking Smith." Next to saying nothing about it, that is
about as little as could be said.
When a community has many murders it indicates that
something is wrong. It may be in the enforcement of law.
It may be in the trial courts, in the police system, in the
politics of the place, in the conditions of life.
San Francisco, after the gold rush, had some abnormal
conditions. There had been an influx of hard criminals,
and they were hand in glove with dominant politicians.
San Francisco knew that its future was to be great, and it
might have argued how to meet the crime situation,
whether by suppressing mention of it or by suppressing it.
The reputable elements said that the thing was to sup
press the crime.
We have an idea there would be an outcry sooner or
later in this town is, for political or commercial reasons,
the newspapers were ignoring all the existing dangers to
public security. When in proportion to population Chi
cago has three times as many murders as New York, there
is something wrong. It will not be righted by forget
ting it.
The citizen who has been out driving with his wife,
who is slugged or shot and robbed, and whose wife is car
ried away and who never had read that any such thing
ever happened before, might want to know how long this
had been going on.
Celebrated crime stories are printed because they are
drama. Some of them remain celebrated for years and go
into the history of the locality. The most orderly com
munity may have one. It may not be a reflection of social
conditions. Our record at this writing, 104 murders this
year, is a reflection of conditions. The correction is not in
ignoring it. We do not know where it will be found, but
we have an idea that it will begin when there is a general
feeling that the condition is not tolerable.
o
It must be a shock to some people to travel and dis
cover that other communities feel just as superior as the
old home town.
True altruism The average American fussing about
an inheritance tax that affects above $50,000.
o
Everybody knows right from wrong; the hard part is
to do wrong and persuade yourself to think it right.
o
America now has the world's greatest plane-carrying
ship ready for the next disarmament conference.
-o
Psychology explains everything except why men want
similar hats and women dissimilar hats.
Americanism: Getting a thrill by knowing somebody
mentioned in the casualty list.
Hie Season Greatest Rot el of Marriage
"The Golden Bed" -
By WALLACE 1R IN
Toured a, a Paramount picture b, CECIL B. IHSMIU.
jetn,ie Maophrron with Rod URorqur, Vera Reynold., Lilliu. "",e,
Theodore koalotTand Julia Faye in featured role.
(Covrrtfhl, raaaouariarrra-l.aslx Corp)
; "1 m ruKbtr .lad. turn-'-' " " ; amliim
FORTY-NINTH INSTALLMENT
I thnetht at first hd mad
irisfakfv liuf ar. vi?,:r.t to know In
roui. nu.-. tti't sV "our I M rr
in 1 ih 'rr w!:.n shi ntsj. for ah
w wt. ro t .e sain, ami slie dlvlu'l ao
rml.-h a r!:rmi.' t!'i time o' day.
Wik u'J t'vs'M:. as a duchtvsa,
and km siraltrt itm vnr boat front
room -f-.Mi ani. tiist round onr
and wr..n 1 Ir.ik in ah had went to
td.
"It was at nicM qutm I had
Mbini? t.'ko off Vr ciathta ami put on
one o' my uuhtlnk Hut 1 d.m I reckon
llic lnctiei :-xruw nif. I nu-an Mm.
Holt '.nowci a thing that itoin'
on. Tut." S'.i' cliikcl sympatheti
cally. ' I'e tnw 'cm took that way
lwfo A had cold afur a hi party
in a low i!.cs. It's luns frvir. She
aa-- hot a? tin vbrn I touched her, and
off r h'"ad.
"Tne shore do s.me quarc things
when tmv n? that way. Hut It did
C!ve me a start, her fiouncln' up to that
lvlrv::i jest likj It belonged to her.
May I '"
"!!tj.V (vmimMided Margaret. The
door of the number as open a
crack, and through, the ain-rluro she
could hear the hiavy breathing of dis
tem;ered Inns.
fituai.ere in the haekcround Ad-i
mail llolti hovered, ft Item and clumpy1
shadow: there was an alertnev In him. j
loo. as if he were crouching for a spring I
Drhn'-
"I ra here, my awert." h whlsprred.
carrasinc her tltti hanls.
' And and I sort of thonithl you d
left me " Her falul tl was
bnken by a fit of eoushluf.
I didn't quit you. no Lee. You
know I wouldn t do that." he told her
brokenly. She laufhed attain. Talnter
this time.
"You wouldn't I wouldn't let you
I'm crazy bout you. You do love me
dn t you' you wild, bad boy'"
"Honey, you know I do!" He had
reached out as If to tear her frail body
from the luvtsible monster. "You've
come hack to me. haven I you. Klo lee"
We didn't mean what we said. You
don't hate me. hate my hantts "
Hut she had stiffened and fallen back
on the pillow, her mouth open, her lunus
laboring horribly. Mantaret spranx to
her aide and restored the covers that
had fallen from her wasted ItniM: but
after that Flora 1 bad no aurds fori
Admah or for any one.
CHAPTER So
i n.ihMlsll FMnlntarenl of the aelitl-
meolal Admah who nao one mmi.i
Ma Hnlu a pepoermlnl hoard Into a
headstone tor her (rave.
"Maryaret." ha said once. "I never
saw that monument 1 ordered for Klo
l.ee. I wanted It to he sort of laey ami
Hitht. Khe rouldn t aland It under rne
o' those bl. Iilinberln' Mmlis.''
At this remark Margaret (lanced at
him keenly. Not yet. thought she. had
the Kln a curtains parted to show his
shadowy spirit, blacker than the
blackness.
Then one afternoon. ery busy wllh
the day commonplaces In her bright
new ultli. his voice came over wire.
"Mariisret. I wonder If you could
find time to run out to the I'lare ltll
me'"
You mean the Hlier lloulevard"
"Yes. There's a few tilings that
Itching to your family out there. Tl'e
le Uhiks want to mole In the first of
ocxt week. 1 thought )oud knoa
a hat I ought totskeout "
Almost eagerly si e acv led to his
rctjtieii, for she had heard a new Hole
of Interest in Ms voice.
ClIAl'TKIl S7
A frecrant ssirl t-f ci!ds and en
that nil(lit hsie m.-snt n'thi::
everything: such were ti e cnuiits
hurcsu drawers that Msrg4iet i i u
p..-..
CHAPTEU 84
For Admah Margaret Peake was not
She died at one o'clock next morning
Pr. Furnlss, who had brought In a
trained nurse, had ordered the watchers
downstairs to wait In a travesty of the
Peake drawing room. They had shut
out the chattering landlady: her
itiblous boarders tip-toed by. decently
iiuiet for the occasion. Admah sat
still, his face restful with a decision, as one after another: Flora l.ce
if some great question had Just been slons had always hmked like
answered for lilm. Ho stirred oeca- carelevs jumble of pretty. unriUtcd
sionally. moving Ills lips. Hut no words things, faintly sweetened by her own
there. Even in the face of his closing : came, tine ne look out nis pipe, j periume. mic inigm nsie iscn mere
trafedy she filt this and experienced a gated Into Its empty bowl, rummaged yesterday, quarreling, laughing, glliln,
p&r.g to know that she counted for so his pockets for tobacco. Margaret : at the figures In her Utile world. . . .
little thai she could be an unconsidered bribed Mlnnlo to go around the corner How quiet the room was, and how
witness like the walls and the windows to ft drug store: and when a package of cold! Many of the wardrolie il.Mirs
of the decaying room. j cheap burley was brought In It was 'were unlocked and very few garments
From a stark wall fixture, which. 1 Margaret who filled his pipe and held hung on the poles. The servants, no
ahe remembered, had been concealed ft match that he might smoke. He
under one of Flora Lee s Venetian pulf.-d away, oblivious of her.
sconces, an unshaded bulb cast lts "Will you come now?" asked the
frank lls'it on the bare ugliness of the nurse, appearing finally at the folding
Oval Chamber. Iteide aa infamous doors. They followed upstairs, but
brass bed crouched Admah llolti. .Margaret nesitateu out-lde the oval
namtier wnicn had grown so still that
Admah's every footfall gave an echo as
he went Inside. Not a sound. Stand-
groping tenderly for one of the paper
thin hands which rested on a mussy
cotton quilt. On her pillow Flora Lee
struggled desperately for breath. Her
face was waxen, framed in the lovely
hair which clustered about her head,
gilding the drab pillowcase. She had
lost her beauty, that was true. . . .
Hut M argaret wondered. Pld Admab.
who had never aeen her aa she was.
till think her beautiful Probably,
for there was adoration in his eyes, and
his voice was very gentle as he called
her name, time after time.
Her head w as moveless, but her Hps
had .curved to a mysterious smile.
Then there was a long, agonizing silence.
Huddled beside the rickety bed that
seemed an offense to her loved snd
pampered body, Admah mumbled In
coherent things.
"When will the doctor be back?"
whispered Margaret to the colored girl
Minnie when she came slopping by.
"He say pretty soon," replied
Mlnne, giggling softly with embarrass
ment. Then Margaret returned to her corner
and waited. What ft room! Vandal
hands had defaced it so that nothing
but Its shape remained to snow where
loveliness had been. The walls were
stripped of their brocade and recovered
with a gaudy rose-patterned paper, al
ready streaked and soiled. A square of
carpet, too dusty to reveal its original
design, ran catacornered under the
brass bed. A sheet-Iron gas stove,
smelling villainously, had thrust Its pipe
through a zinc-covered hold where
I'lora Lee's dear little mantel-piece with
Its Ijliiisn pilasters and flowery panels
had once supported fragile ornaments
of spun glass.
Spun glass! . . . Margaret garni at
the little panting creature on the bed
and wondered if she would ever rouso
and speak to Admah. She had called
for him that ufternoon. Margaret
wondered why, and wished that sho
could have saved him this agony.
Why was the doctor gone so long?
Or was It long? Then she felt an
aching in her throat. s If a great arch
had arisen there. She was going to cry.
Was It for her sister with w hom she had
romped up and down these halls? Her
sister who, by some animal iastinct, had
returned to die In the only earthly spot
she had ever loved? Or was It for
Admah Holtz whom she longed to lift
up and strengthen?
Out or her re. erle she heard him
calling again. ft
Flo' Lee! It s me. honey. Don't
yon know me, honey?"
The dying woman heard. Unex
pectedly she opened her eyes, wide and
dhated. She turned her head and gave
him smile so soft that It seemed to
coior her cheeks and restore her beauty.
"Oh," she drawled sleepily, as If she
had just been awakened In the morning.
doubt, had helped theuis.-i i-. It km
I just as well. vcrhaps. I'rioliled Willi
the kevs which Admah had given her,
1 Margaret oHned the clnl lies chests and
found a nuinlier of lovely dresses w hleti
Flora Us might have worn twice and
laid aside. From their folds tlio sninn
ftnesivnt Moated up, a ghostly reminder
of the woman whose lsdy Uv moulder
ing in the ghostly corridor Margaret Ing under a light and lacy tomb.
strained her ears and felt that Admah
had entered a tomb to pray before dead
ashes.
Minutes passed, and at last he came
out. the look of exaltation atlll upon
him. Yet tears were streaming down
bis cheeks.
"She didn't say another word." he
whispered. "But she's let me know.
You heard her. She didn't want me to
quit her wanted nte to lore her. She
couldn't have talked that way "
"Not unless she loved you," replied
Margaret. t
And with that precious lie she saved
him. For in Flora Lee's delirious words
her sister had read quite a different
meaning from that which had cheered
poor Admah's heart. It was not to
him that those endearments had been
spoken, but to the worthless man who
had played with her and gone his way,
her stolen Jewels In his pocket.
"And I sort of thought she forgave
me. didn't you. Margaret?" he asked
brokenly.
"For what, my dear? For what?"
she cried, and gathered his poor, mis
guided head to her breast,
CHAPTER 8(1
Outside the King's pavilion crouched
the young David, dozing and waking as
ho leaned upon Mi harp, patient with
the knowledge of a song that was to
blow rich dreams back Into a vacant
mind, lnsido the heavy tent-folds a
stark form loomed, a shadow blacker
than the blackness, eyes smouldering
dully below the great male sapphire In
his turban. Thus Saul, fighting for the
spirit that had swooned and all but
gone.
So Margaret Teake bided her time,
awaiting an opportunity to open the
eyes and ears of a man who had im
posed solitude and silence upon himself.
He let her seen him every day, and she
began to feel his unexpressed reliance
on her strength. Sometimes she would
max him to dine with her at her apart
ment and they would pass long Winter
evenings talking on the most common
place subjects. Occasionally he would
give her llttlo scraps of his early history,
theu check himself suddenly as If
ashamed of revealing too much of his
beginnings. On her shelves he found a
set of popular scientific books, and he
liked to hear her read from these or
seemed to. The origin of the world and
of lower life and of man, shrewdly
guessed at by methodical thinkers of
today, came as fresh news to Admah
Holtz. The very Impersonality of
scientific narrative had an effect of
charming him away from tho self-spell
which he had cast about him. Somo-
Savo for the thin gaitie.-lng of dust
on polished surface and relic of last
year s spider well, woven from rung to
rung among the chair-legs, the apart
ment might have h-en deserted by
Flora Lee half an hour ago. it was a
trifle too orderly, though; the servants,
apparently, had made an effort to tidy
the place after their last plundering.
Many photographs stared from their
frames, wearing polite gallery smile.
She had left everything of that sort.
A picture of Admah and Flora Ie.
Immediately after their wedding, smiled
from a corner of a bureau. . , , Admah
looked so young. It was hard to
believe that the same man lurked down
stairs, afraid to revisit the rooms of
that radiant hrlde.
Margaret broke the glass of sev eral
pictures, tore them, tossed them Into a
waatehaski-t. Tho wedding portrait
was among them; then there was one of
O'Neill whom sho had known when he
was a pink cheeked, diffident boy.
Whst was H that Flora Lee, I. ad dona
to men?
She glanced swiftly around tin. M.,.
room with its quiet, stale air and drawn
blinds. The Venetian bed. the spread
ing swans, the painted mirrors and
pallidly gilded dressing table . . . and
Flora l-e hud died In a haltered brass
tied beside a sheet-Iron gas-heater that
smelled to heaven. Delirious and with
death upon h.-r, she had returned to the
scene of h.-r family's pride ami found
everything that her heart detested;
poverty, ilingluess. ugliness ...
Margaret looked up and saw Admah
In the door.
"You needn't liothcr about these
things," she tol l him gently.
"It's all right," he said, anil made a
rutllo gesture as though cobweb had
formed across his eyes. Something
that had clouded his vision seemed to
slip away then, for he blinked around
hni. taking In every detail of tho fine
neglected chamber.
"She liked this mighty well." I,
drawled, shaking suddenly like his old
self. "She'd lis right sore If her lied
was sold and anybody else slept In It
1 nwkop we d better have all her
things put In storage somewhere."
Thus the Pharaohs Interred favorite
chairs and tables with the mummies of
their loves. 9
"Iil telephone Mcf ardle to come for
them In the morning." said Margaret
and felt that he had not heard.
"That bed always meant a lot to
her. be mused, and laid a bashful hand
on one of the guardian swans. II.
stroked the shining wing very gentlr
,ai,,!!.",ln,"t.hcr ,,,ske "'d "iroked "hi
child Flora le's curls.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
The Adventures of
Raggedy Ann and Raggedy
WrlavM H traitM rsxan HrixtieMw w.
lUstsrawtueti.. lahlMt, fj Ruftli nl
ly Andy. Grampy 11
.ely aod. water aprinK aT
tht
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RnKK-'dy Ann, RnurRedy
Little Ned sat beititle a lov
;deep woods. Their magical scooters were aUndir,.
itree while thry ate the lunch from Ras-Rcdy Andy J
and drank their sodas. It waa a very nice pr t0 hi)
j 1111. on. ..... . ...v , lm.y nd (00U
itwo little men who had tried to capture them bari I
woods. 1 kuosb mo two nuie men must work for the If uJ
I ..-Isn ftisi.L I iff If ISTurl'M mittflA aivav f rm VnM- 10 . 1
" nsi us'" - - j "in iioiiic; tVlffgii.
Jsaid. "And if they do work for him. maybe the MiptU,
c 1 one uy .
RnuK-'dy Ann had hardly finished speaking whtni
little mnn same running up. "Are you the onn
sonic nuiKH' scooters?!! he asked.
"Yes," KagRudy Ann replied.
The little man saw tho scooters standing by the tret
ran to them and puffed some magic powder upon then.
"Here, stop that!" Raggedy Andy cried, as he m-
his f-et. The little man ran when Raggetly AndyruJ
him.
"Ha. ha. ha!" the little man laughed. "The X;
sent me to keep you from rescuing Little Ned's tniBl
putted the maiin powtler upon the scooters, and rut
canniit rule them. I II bi't!
?r 1 1.. .1 ...1.. ...... 1.1 u i.t ,1.
11 iiit)if!cu.i ouuj iwuiu nave vnuvriit UlC lime ffJ
would have given him a thump with his rag fist, buttkt
fellow ran too fast.
"Anyway, we can wipe the magic powder from the J
etls, Grumpy lloppytoidnJ
lie wiped tho scooters m
pocket hanky
As they had all finuh
lunch and all had drank u
sody water as they wishri
each took their scooter u;
ped upon it.
Hut what was their id
hen they tried to ride lit
rs 10 una mat, instead o! if
in the direction they wishr:
scooters to go, the icoote
backwards and Cramp; E
toail and Raggedy Andy b;
into trees.
What n mean little fellow he was to spoil our ni
! crs. Little Ned said. "Now we shall never be able toft
, nice mama!
J Off through the woods they could hear the men
I man laughing, "Ha, hn, ha!" very rudely and very loui
I fixed their scooters for them that time." he cried. Ail
: could not rid;; the magic scooters without bumping into
' Raggedy Ann sat down to think real hard. She could di
quite well, for you know her heat! was stuffed with ni.
cotton. Raggedy Ann thought and thought, and finally
I "Maybe if the powder which the mean little man
'on our scooters thinks we wish to ride forward it works
backward, so, maybe, if we get upon our magic scooten
all pretend that we wish to ride backwards, we will fo&
1 magic powder and the scooters will go fowrard."
So Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy and Cramp)' H
'toad and Little Ned hopped upon their magic scooten
said, "My, we hnpe the nice scooters run backward'!'
and because the magic powder which the mean little nut
puffed upon the scooters was "contrary powder," it 1
just the opposite to what anyone wished. So, instead ol
' ning backwards, the mairic nowder made the scooters rut
(ward. Raggedy Ann wiirtjled his shoe button eyes at Gra:
j Hoppytoad as much as to say, "See how we fooled the conW
1 magic powder.'' And Grampy Hoppytoad rolled nu
eyes back at Raggedy Ann and smiled
The mean little man who had puffed the contrary P'
;on the scooters saw our friendx enmintr. and ran out m
of them to ston them Kilt T? ti irrrnA r Ancltr'a UP ft fit Pr did not",
" ntMj j
Instead it went "I5L1JMP!" vio-ht into the man and my
him over, and then Grampy Honnvtoad's scooter hit tht
and gave him another hard h nmn.
"Now you can run nnrl toll hn mno-irinn that wetM
him the same kind of bumps when we see him!" torn
A nay cried.
The little man did not wait to renlv. for holding h"
he ran towards hin hnmo n fut , .mild to get ioW
gar and brown paper. And after the Raggcdys had!
...ll., ii . ... , 1 ntPrt. H
'"ne uie contrary nowder had b own from meir owv
they could now ri.lo tynm !..ui ,n n in the beginnine-
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i 1(W J-. fleWt.
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Waldo Finally GetS Over ""-"" they could now ride them just as well as in the begjmwif,
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