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TUESDAY September 8, 1910 gj
Tri-Weekly Courier
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October 17, 1908, at the postoftlce. Ot
tumwa, Iowa, under the Act or con
gress of March 8. 1879.
LOW PR1CE8 AND LOW WAGE9.
-J The New York Press makes some
observations on the report of the
democratic minority of the senate
committee appointed to investigate
wages and prices, which, as one com
ment says, will appeal to the intelli
gene© as well as to the pocketbook of
every thoughtful voter. "The report,
says the Press, "has enough of igno
rance or misrepresentation to be
startling. Democrats, the members
making the report, put the chief blame
upon the tariff, for, while the trusts
are held in part responsible, your
democratic debater will always main
tain that the combination in restraint
of trade is sheltered behind the 'wall
of protection.'
"This pater, for one, has no desire
to dispute that a tariff which puts
American wage-earners to work when
they have been idle will strengthen the
home market Just as will any other In
fluence which creates a strong purchas
ing power when there has been a weak
purchasing power. What everybody
wanted who had anything to sell fifteen
years ago was to find a consumer who
had not only an appetite but the money
to satisfy it. What everybody who
had the appetite wanted was the
money ?.'ith jwhich to satisfy it.
"It was no comfort to the producer
to be able to get out his product at
low cost, when he could not sell it
after he had produced it. It was no
comfort to the consumer to know that
what he wanted was cheap when he
hadn't the money, and could not get
the money, to buy it. It may be irri
tating economics when you have a dol
lar that you would like to spend on
several things to have to give virtually
all of it for one thing. It is excruciat
ing economics to have that thing of
fered at a price that would leave you
half your dollar after you bought It—
if you had the dollar—but not to have
a red cent with which to buy it at any
price.
"The tariff policy which took hun
dreds of thousands of idle wage-
who were the
natural market for home products—
and put them to work, creating a buy
ing demand where there had been
none, undoubtedly caused better prices?
and not to the dissatisfaction of the
buyers, who were now able to buy
when before they had not been. Prices
will always be low when there is no
demand—a demand able to buy—for
the supply. Such low prices will al
ways rise, under the natural laws,
when for the supply there comes a de
mand that is able to buy. This any
reasonable believer in protection will
freely admit.
"But are the signers of the minority
senate report, or is any other man who
Is seeking to be elected to office, will
ing to recommend to.the voters that
through the absolutely sure means of
destroying demand by. taking away the
eariings of consumers prices be again
lowered to where they were fifteen
years ago?. Anybody will in vain hold
his ear at attention for a clariorf cry
of such import from anybody, republi
can or democrat, who is asking for the
ballots of Americans who earn their
livings."
AN EXAMPLE FOR OTTUMWA.
Once a city secures an Interurban
and its people see the advantages
gained from such a line It is an easy
matter to interest that city in new in
terurban propositions. Iowa City may
be cited as an example. A few years
ago the Iowa City boosters had a hard
time raising a small fund to secure the
Cedar Rapids-Iowa City Interurban.
When this line began operations, how
ever, and the people of Iowa City
realized the amount of increased trade
they secured and the fcrmers along
the line and home owners in the city
saw their property increase in value
by bounds there was a distinct change
In sentiment. This year Iowa City
has raised $100,000 for the Iowa City
Davenport interurban and $80,000 of
the $100,000 it has pledged to the Iowa
City-Ottumwa interurban. This should
furnish an example for Ottumwa, con
sidering that this city is about three
times the size of Iowa City.
This Is an age of expansion in the
cities and it is the city that grasps its
opportunities that shares in this ex
pansion. The progressive city of today
is the city that develops effective
methods, Jiot only for advertising to
the world the facilities it has to
offer to investors, but for inducing the
establishment of industries and fac
tories. An eastern paper gives an ex
ample of this new spirit in an article
dealing with the plan tried in Williams
port, Pa. It says:
Williamsport, Pa., Is a city of about,
30,000 people, but it has the dynamic
energy of a town several times that
size. The business men of Williams
port are ingenious, resourceful, confi
dent and enprgetic. They have long
ago realized that a town cannot be
built up by mere editorial injunctions
to "boost." They embrace the script
ural doctrine that faith without works
is dead. So the board of trade at Wll
liamsport several years ago raised a
guarantee fund" of $215,000. Not one
cent of this money was raised in actual
cash, but the •wmbers of the board of
A:J:
trade agreed to furnish money to the
extent of their subscription in case it
was required in the promotion of some
worthy enterprise. After the subscrip
tions were secured, the subscribers
met and elected three of their mem
bers attorney-in-fact, who, by the terms
of the agreement, were empowered to
endorse for them during the life of the
contract. The banks of Williamsport
agreed to furnish the money on the
endorsement of these attorneys-in-fact
who represented the subscribers to the
fund.
When anew Industry or a new manu
facturing concern, contemplates loca
tion in Williamsport and is looking for
an inducement, his proposition Is
thoroughly investigated by the execu
tive committee of the board of trade,
and if it proves worthy, this executive
comjnittee recommends to the at
torneys-in-fact that financial assist
ance be tendered this prospective
establishment, and stock in the con
cern is issued in the amount of the
financial aid given. The banks furnish
the money and the attorneys-in-fact en
dorse the notes in behalf of the sub
scribers of the fund.
No bonuses are given, but every dol
lar advanced is supposed to be return
ed either in stock or in case it is a
loan, repaid by the party in whose be
half it has been advanced.
If the applicant fails to meet his
obligations, the subscribers pay the
bank whatever deficit exists. The board
of trade of Williamsport started with
a guarantee fund of $215,000 through
contract with the bank to run for a
period of five years. At the end of the
contract a similar fund amounting to
$416,000 was raised under another five
years contract with the banks.
Results of that system of giving
financial aid to new concerns have
been amazing and the Williamsport
plan is being adopted by other cities
of the country.
Ottumwa is as well equipped with
factories and industries employing
labor as any city in the country of its
size. Its railroad facilities are an
other point in its favor. But it needs
interurbans to place it in closer touch
with the rich country surrounding
than is possible through the railroads.
The Iowa City-Ottumwa interurban
should be the first link in what event
ually should be a net work of inter
urbans between Ottumwa and its sur
rounding territory.
Former President Roosevelt in his
Cincinnati address quoted by the cor
respondents as saying:
"I will make the
corporations come to time, and I will
make the mob come to time. I shall
Insist upon honesty if it breaks up the
best business of the land, and shall
insist upon order under all circum
stances." The colonel is being criti
cised for his use of the personal pro
noun, first person, singular. The ed
itorial "w^" is about as far as modesty
will permit a speaker to go and it is
pointed out, too that "we" usually can
do a great deal more than "I" ever
Dr. B. L. Eiker of Leon, a^member
of the state board of health, has an
article in the August number of the
Iowa Medical Journal in which he
favors a change in the state board of
health. Dr. Eiker believes that the
state board should be composed of
three men who would devote their en
tire time to the work, instead of a
board of ten men engaged in other
pursuits and meeting on an average of
only four times a year. He calls at
tention to the good results secured in
other departments of state that have
been placed in the hands of these
working commissions, and points out
that the department of health is en
gaged in a work that is of vital im
portance to every citizen of Iowa.
The Waterloo Courier says: "A
Great Western train passing through
Waterloo for Des Moines Monday
morning was crowded far beyond its
capacity. A sick woman on the train
could not find a seat and there was
nobody to offer her one. Finally, in
desperation, she offered a dollar for a
chance to sit down. An individual Of
the masculine gender stood up and
took her dollar!" This seems to be a
case where the train crew could have
helped out. In the first place the
train should not have been packed so
full. When the passengers were
packed in like sardines, however, a
conductor or brakeman might easily
have secured a seat for a sipk woman
by explaining the situation to any of
the passengers in the seats. The un
chivalric person who took the woman's
dollar in exchange for a seat should
have been dumped off in the middle
of the first muddy creek.
By the peculiar construction of a
sentence the Introduction of the demo
cratic campaign book is made to say
something that presumably was not
intended. The introduction says:
"No one can carefully read this book
without bias, and not feel deep concern
for his country." A republican paper
commenting on this says that "truer
words could not have been, written
the fear of democracy always has
brought and probably always will bring
'deep concern for our country.'"
"Notwithstanding the fact that the
country has so many natural advan
tages of pure air, stimulating scenery,
fresher and more healthful food and
freedom from the racking noises of
the city," says 'Orison Sweet Marden
In Success magazine, "city dwellers,
as a rule, do not age so rapidly and are
much more cheerful than farm dwell
ers. The reason for this is found in
the fact that there are so manv more
facilities for amusement In the city
than in the country. People who live
In congested districts feel the need of
amusement they are hungry for fun
they live under strong pressure and
they take every opportunity for easing
the strenuousness of their lives. This
is why humorous plays, comic operas
and vaudeville performances generally,
no matter how foolish, silly or super
ficial, are always well patronized. City
people laugh a great deal more than
country people, and everybody knows
that laughter is p. refreshener, a re
juvenator, a success factor. They must
unbend, and this funseeking has a
accomplished. Moreover, "we" gen- make a strong man stronger or turn
erally like to be included in large af
fairs, even if "I" do the larger )?art of
the job. -.
great deal to do with keeping city pej%.of the machinery.
."There seams to be a .Providence
pie young .and
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(CHAPTER XXIV.—Continued.-)
"Your persecution, you mean!" cried
the other. "I can explain. They will
wait another year. I will raise more
money, and they will stand by me."
"Perhaps I know more about that
than you do."
Emerson strode toward the desk me
nacingly, crying, in a quavering voice:
"I warn you to keep your hands off
of them. By Qod! don't try any of
your financial trickery with me, or
I'll—"
It was the hour of his darkest des
pair—the real crisis in his life. There
are times when it rests with fate to
him altogether to evil. Such a man
will not accept misfortune tamely, He
Is the reverse of-those who are,good
through weakness it is his nature to
sin strongly.
But the unexpected happened, and
Boyd's black mood vanished in amaze
ment at the sight which met his eyes.
Moored to the fish-dock was a lighter
awash with a cargo that made' him
stare and doubt his vision., He had
seen his scanty crew of gill-netters
return empty-handed with the rising
sun, exhausted, disheartened, depleted
in numbers yet there before him were
thousands of salmon. They were
strewn in a great mass upon the dock
and inside the shed, while from the
scow beneath they came in showers as
the handlers tossed them upward from
their pues. Through the wide doors he
saw the backs of the butchers busily
at work over their tables, and heard
the uproar of his cannery running full
for the first time.
Before the launch had touched he
had leaped to the ladder and swung
himself upon t|he dock. He stumbled
into the arms of Big George.
"Where—did 'those fish come
from?" he cried, breathlessly.
"From the trap." George smiled as
he had not smiled in many weeks.
"They've struck in like I know they
would, and they're running now by the
thousands. I've fished these waters for
years, but I never seen the likes of it.
They'll tear that trap to pieces.
They're smothering In the pot, tons
and tons of 'em, with millions more
milling below the leads because they
can't get in. It's a sight you'll not see
once in a lifetime."
"That means that we can run this
plant—that we'll get all we can use?"
"Hell! We've got fish enough to
run two canneries. They've struck
their gait. I tell you, and they'll never
stop now night or day until they're
through. We don't need no gill-netters
what we need is butchers and slimers
and handlers. There never was a trap
site in the north till this one I told
Willis Marsh that years ago." He flung
out a long, hairy arm, bared half to
the shoulder, and waved it exultantly.
"We'll build this plant to cook forty
thousand salmon a day, but I'll bring
you three thousand every hour, and
you've got to cook 'em. Do you hear?"
"And they couldn't cork us, after
all!" Emerson leaned 'unsteadily
against a pile, for his head was whirl
ing.
"No! We'll show that gang what a
cannery can do. Marsh's traps will rot
where they stand." Big George shook
his tight-clinphed fist again. "We've
won.'my boy! We've won!"
"Then don't let us stand here talk
ing!" cried Emerson, sharply. "Hurry!
Hurry!" He turned, and sped up the
dock.
He had come Into his own at last
and he vowed with tight-shut teeth
that no wheel should stop, that no
belt should slacken, no man should
leave his duty till the run had passed.
At the entrance to the throbbing,
clanging building he paused an instant,
and with a smile looked toward the
yacht floating lazily in the distance.
Then, with knees sagging beneath him
from weariness, he entered.
CHAPTER XXV.
The Clash.
"I've heard the news!" cried Cherry,
later that afternoon, shrieking to make
herself heard above the rattle and jar
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OTTUMWA GO0BIBB
Copyright, 1909, By Harper & Brothers
Wayne Wayland leaped from his
chair, his face purple and his eyes
flashing savagely.
"Leave this yacht!" he thundered.
"T won't allow you to insult me I
won't stand your threats. I've got you
where I want you, and when the time
comes, you'll know it. Now, get out!"
He stretched forth a great square hand
and closed it so fiercely that the fing
ers cracked. "I'll crush you—like
that!"
Boyd turned and strode from the
cabin.
Half-blinded with anger, he stum
bled down the ladder to his launch.
"Back to t^he plant!" he ordered,
then gazed with lowering brows and
defiant, eyes at The Grande Dame as
she rested swanlike and serene at her
moorings. His anger against Mildred's
father destroyed for the time all
thought of his disappointment at her
own lack of understanding and her
cool acceptance of his failure. He saw
only that his affairs had reached a fi
nal climax where he must bow to the
Inevitable, or—Big George's parting
words came to him—strike one last
blow in reprisal. A kind of sickening
rage possessed him. He had tried to
fight fair against an enemy who knew
no scruple, partly that he might win
that enemy's respect. Now he was
thoroughly beaten and humbled. After
all, he was merely an adventurer,
without friends or resources. His lonar
struggle had made him the type of
man of whom desperate things might
be expected. He might as well act the
part. Why should he pretend to higher
standards than Wayne Wayland or
Marsh? George's way was best. By the
time he had reached the cannery, he
had practically made up his mind.
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By REX BEACH,
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that watches over fishermen," said
Boyd.
"I am happy for your sake, and I
want to apologize for my display of
temper. Come away where I won't
have to scream so. I want to talk to
you."
"It is music to my ears," he answered
as he led her past the rows of China
men bowed, before their soldering
torches as if busied with some heathen
rites. "But I'm glad to sit down, just
the same. I've been on my feet for
thirty-six hours."
"You poor boy! Why don't you take
some sleep?"
"I can't. George is coming with an
other load of fish, and the plant is so
new that I am afraid to leave it even
for an hour."
"It's too much for one man," she
declared.
"Oh, I'll sleep tomorrow."
"Did you see—her?" questioned
Cherry.'
"Yes!"
"She must be very proud of you,"
she said wistfully.
"I—I don't think she understands
what I am trying to do, or what it
means. Our talk was not very satisfac
tory."
"She surely must have understood
what Marsh is doing."
"I didn't tell her that."
"Why not?"
"What good would it have done?"
"Why"—Cherry seemed bewildered
."she could put a stop to it she could
'use her influence with her father
against Marsh. I expected to see your
old crew back at work again. Oh, I
wish I had her power!"
"She wouldn't take a hand under any
circumstances—it wouldn't occur to
her—and naturally I "couldn't ask her."
Boyd flushed uncomfortably. "Thanks
to George's trap there is no need." He
went on to tell Cherry of the scene
with Mr. Wayland and its stormy end
ing.
"They have used all their resources
to down you," she said, "but luck is
with you, and you mustn't let them
succeed. Now is the time to show them
what is in you. Go in and win her now
against all of them."
He was .grateful for her sympathy,
yet somehow it made him uncomfort
able.
"What was it you wished to see me
about?" he asked.
"Oh! Have you seen Chakawana?"
"No"
"She disappeared early this morning
soon after the yacht came in I can't
find her anywhere. She took the baby,
with her and—I'm worried.".
"Doesn't Constantino know where
she is?"
"Why, Constantine is down here,
isn't he?"
"He hasn't been here since yester
day."
Cherry rose nervously. "There is
something wrong, Boyd. They have
been acting lueerly fos a long time."
"Then you are alone at your place,"
he said, thoughtfully. "I think you had
better come dowp here." i:
"Oh no!"
"I shall send some one up to Bpend
the night at your house. You shouldn't
be left unprotected." But just then
Constantine came sauntering round
the corner of the bliilding.
"Thank Heaven!" cried Cherry. "He
will know where the others are."
But when his mistress questioned
him, Constantine merely replied. "I
don' know. I no see Chakawana."
"They have been gone since morning
and I can't find them anywhere."
"Umph! I guess they all right."
"There is something queer about
this," said Emerson. "Where have you
been all day?"
"I go sleep. I tired from fighting last
night. I come back now and go to work.
Bime'by Chakawana come back too, I
guess:"
"Well, I don't need you tonight, so
you'd better go back to Cherry's house
and stay there till I send for you."
Constantine acquiesced calmly, and
a few minutes later aefcompanied his
mistress up the beach.
As she passed Marsh's cannery,
Cherry saw a tender moored to the
dock, and noticed strangers among the
buildings. They stared at her curiously
as if the sight of a white girl attended
by a copper-hued giant were part of
the picturesqueness they expected. As
she drew near her own house, she saw
a woman approaching, and while yet a
stone's throw distant she recognized
her. A jealous tightening of her throat
and a flutter at her breast told her
that this was Mildred Wayland.
Cherry would have passed on silent
ly, but Miss Wayland checked her.
"Pardon me," she said. "Will you
tell me what that odd-looking building
is used for?" She pointed to the village
above.
"That is the Greek church."
"How interesting! Are there many
Greeks here?"
"No. It is a relic of the Russian
days. The natives Worship there."
"I intended to go closer but the
walking is not very good, is It?" She
glanced down at her dainty French
shoes, then at Cherry's hunting-boots.
"Do you live here?"
"Yeg. In the log house yonder."
"Indeed! I tried to find some on a
there, but—you were out, of course.
You have it arranged very cozily, I
see." Mildred's manner was faintlv
patronizing. She was vexed' at the
beauty and evident refinement of this
woman whom she had thought to find
so different.
"If you will go back I will show it
to you from the inside. Miss Way
land." Cherry enjoyed her start at the
name and the look of cold hostility
that followed.
"You have the advantage of me,"
said Mildred. "I did not think that we
had met. You are—?" She raised her
brows Inquiringly.
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"Cherry Malotte, of course.*'
"I remember. Mr. Marsh spoke of
you"am
,.
"I sorry."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I am sorry Mr. Marsh ever spoke of
me."
Mildred smiled frigidly. "Evidently
you do not like him?"
"Nobody in AlaBka likes.him. Do
you?"
"You see, I am not an Alaskan."
It occurred to Cherry that this girl
was ignorant of the unexpected change
in Boyd's affairs. She decided to sound
her—to find out for herself the answer
to those questions which .Boyd had
evaded. He had not spoken to Mildred
of Marsh. Perhaps if she knew- the
truth, she would love him better, and
even now her assistance would not be
valueless
"Do you know that Mr. Marsh is to
blame for all of Boyd's misfortunes?"
she said.
"Boyd's?"
"Yes, Boyd's, of course. Oh, let us
not pretend—I call him by his first
name. I think you ought to know the
truth about this business, even if Boyd
is too chivalrous to tell you."
"Why do you think he has not told
me."
"I have Just come from him."
"If Mr. Emerson blames anyone but
himself for his failure, I am sure he
would have told me."
"Then you don't know him."
"I never knew him to ask another to
defend him.'*
"He, never asked me to defend him.
I merely thought that if you knew the
truth, you might help him." ,,,
"I? How?" i-,
"It is for you to find a way. He has
met with opposition and treachery at
every step I think it is time some one
came to his aid."
"He has had your assistance at all
times, has he not?"
"I have tried to help him wherever
I could, but—I haven't your power."
Mildred shrugged her shoulders.
"You even went to Seattle to help him,
did you not?"
"I went there on my own business.
"Why do you
+ake
such an interest
in Mr. Emerson's' aff&irs, may I ask?"
"It was I who induced him to take
up this venture," said Cherry, prqudly.
"I found him discouraged, ready to
give up I helped to put new heart into
him. I have something at stake in the
enterprise, too—but that's nothing. I
hate to see a good man driven to the
wall by a scoundrel like Marsh."
"Wait! There is something to be
said on both sides. Mr. Marsh was
magnanimous enough to overlook that
attempt upon his life."
"What attempt?"
"You must have heard. He was
wounded in the shoulder."
"Didn't Boyd tell you the truth about
that?"
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dred, coldly. This woman attitude
was unbearable. It would seem that
she even dared to criticise her, Mil
dred Wayland, for her treatment of
Boyd. She pretended to a truer friend
ship, & more intimate knowledge of
•him. But no—it wasn't pretense. It was
too, natural, too "unconscious, for that
and therein lay the sting.
"I shall ask him about it again this
evening," she continued. "If there has
really been persecution, as you sug
gest I shall tell my father."
"You won't see Boyd this evening,
said Cherry.
"Oh yes, I shall."
is very busy and—I doii thinK
he can see you."
"You don't understand. I told him to
come out to the yacht!" Mildred's tem
per rose at the light she saw in the
other woman's face.
"But if he should disappoint you,
Cherry insisted, "remember that the
fish" are running, and you have no time
to lose if you are going to help.'
Mildred tossed her head. "To be
frank with you, I never liked this en
terprise of Boyd's. Now that I have
seen the place and the people—well, I
can't say that I like it better."
"The country is a bit different, but
the people- are much the same in Kal
vik and Chicago. You will find unscru
pulous men and .unselfish women
everywhere."
Mildred gave her a cool glance that
took her in from head to foot.
"And vice versa, I dare say. You
speak from a wider experience than
I." With a careless nod she picked her
way toward the launch where her
friends were already assembling. She
was angry and suspicious. Her pride
was hurt because she had not been
able to feel superior to the other
woman. Instead, she had descended to
the weak recourse of innuendo, while
Cherry had been simple and direct.
She' had expected to recognize instant
ly the type of person with whom she
had to deal, but she found herself baf
fled. Who was this woman? What was
she doing here? Why had Boyd never
told her of this extraordinary inti
macy? She remembered more than one
occasion when he had defended the
woman. She resolved to put an end to
this affair at once Boyd must either
give up Cherry or—
During the talk between the, two
young women Constantine had kept
at a respectful distance, but when Mil
dred had gone, he came up to Cherry,
with the question:
"Who is that?"
"That is Miss Wayland. That is the
richest girl in the world, Constantine."
"Humph!"
"And the pity of it is, she doesn't un
derstand how very rich she is. Her fa
ther' owns all these canneries, and
many more besides^ \nd lots of rail
roads—but you don «f^aow what a rail
road is, do you?"
"Mebbe him rich as Mr. Marsh, eh?
"A thousand times richer. Mr. Marsh
works for him the way you work for
me."
Being too much of a gentleman to
dispute his mistress' word, Constan
tine merely shook his head and smiled
broadly.
"She fine lady," he acknowledged.
"She got plenty nice dress—silik."
"Yes, silk."
"She more han'somer than you he,"
he added, with reluctant candor.
"Mebbe that lie 'bout Mr. Marsh, eh?
White men all work for Mr. Marsh.
He no work for nobody."
"No, it is true. Mr. Majrsh knows how
rich she is, and thafcflrwhy he wants
to marry her."
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soles the gravel
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"Mr. Marsh want marry her?" he re
peated, as if doubting his ears.
"Yes. That is Why he has fought Mr.
Emerson—they both want to marry
her. That Is why Marsh broke Mr.
Emerson's machinery, and hired his
men away from him, and cut his nets.
They hate each other—do you under
stand
"Me savvy!" said Constantine short
ly, then strode on beside the girl.
"Me think all the time Mr. Emerson
goin' to marry you."
Cherry gasped. "No, no! Why, he is
in love with Miss Wayland."
"S'pose hedon' marry her?"
"Then Mr. Marsh will get her, I
dare say."
After a moment Constantine an
nounced, with conviction: "I guess Mr.
Marsh is damn bad man."
"I'm glad you have discovered that.
He has even tried to kill Emerson
that shows the sort of man he is."
"It's good thing—get marry!" said
Constantine, vaguely. "The Father
say if woman don't marry she go to
hell."
"I'd hate to think that," laughed the
girl.
"That Is true," the other affirmed,
stoutly. "The pries' he say so, and
pries' don' lie. He say man takes a
woman and don't get marny, they both
go to hell and burn forever. Bime'by
little baby come, and he go to hell,
too."
"Oh, I understand! The Father
wants to make sure of his people, and
he Is quite right. You natives haven't
observed the law very carefully."
"He say Indian woman stop with
white man, she never see Jesus' House
no mgre. She go to hell sure, and baby
go too. You s'pose that's true?"
"I dare say it is, in a way." s..
"By God! That's .tough on little
baby!" exclaimed Constantine, fer
vently.
All that night Boyd stayed at his
post, while the cavernous building
shuddered and hissed to the straining
toil of the machines and the gasping
breath of the furnaces. As the dark
ness gathered, he had gone out upon
the dock to look regretfully toward
the twinkling lights on The Grande
Dame, then turned doggedly back to
his labors. Another load had Just ar
rived from the trap already the plant,
untried by the stress of a steady run,
was clogged and working far below
capacity. He would have sent Mildred
word, but he had not a single man to
spare.
At ten o'clock the next morning he
staggered into his quarters, more dead
than alive. In his heart was a great
thankfulness that Big George had not
found him wanting. The last defective
machinery was mended, the last weak
ness strengthened, and the plant had,
reached its fullest stride. The fish
might come now in any quantity the
rest was but a matter of coal and iron
and human endurance. Meanwhile he
would sleep.
He met "Fingerless" Fraser emerg
ing, decked royally in all the splendor
of new clothes and spotless linen.
"Where are you going?" Boyd asked
him.
"I'm going out into society."
"Clyde is taking you to the yacht,
eh?"
Boyd was too weary to do more than
Wish him success, but it seemed that
fortune favored Fraser, for before he
had gone far he saw a young woman
seated in a patch of wild flowers,
plucking the blooms wjth careless
hand while she drank in the beauty of
the bright Arctic morning. She was
simply dressed, yet looked so prosper
ous that Fraser instantly decided:
"That's her! I'll spread my checks
with this one."
"Good morning!" he began.
The girl gave him an indifferent
glance from two fearless eyes and
nodded slightly. But "Fingerless" Fra
ser upon occasion could summon a
smile that was peculiarly engaging. He
did so nows seating himself, hat in
hand, with the words:
"If you don't mind, I'll rest a min
ute. I'm out for my morning walk. It'3
a nice day, isn't it?" As she did not
answer, he ran on, glibly: "My nam6
is De Benville—I'm one of the New
Orleans branch. .That's my cannery
down yonder." He pointed in the direc
tion from which he had just come.
"Indeed!" said the young lady.
"Yes. It's mine."
A wrinkle gathered at the corners
of the stranger's eyes her face showed
a flicker of amusement
"I thought that was Mr. Emerson's
cannery," she said.
"Oh, the idea! He only runs It for
me. I put up the money. You know
him, eh?"
The girl nodded. "Yes I know Mr.
Clyde also."
"•Who—Alton?" he queried, with re
assuring warmth. "Why, you and I
have got mutual friends. Alton and me
is pals." He shook his head solemnly.
"Aain't he a scourge?",
"I beg your pardon."
"1 say, ain't he an awful thing? He
ain't anything like Bmerson. There's a
ring-tailed swallow, all right, all
right! I like him."
"Are you very intimate with him?"
"Am I? I'm closer to him than a
porous plaster. When Boyd ain't
around, I'm him, that's all." From her
look, Fraser judged that he was pro
gressing finely. He hastened to add:
"I always like to help out young fel
lows like him. I like to give 'em a
chance. That's my name, you know.
Chancy De Benville—always game to
take a chance. Is that your yacht?"
"No. My fatl sr and I are merely pas
sengers." 1
"So you trd, the old skeezicks
along with yoit Well, that's right.
Make the most your father while
you've got him. I'd paid more atten
tion to mine I'd .xave been better off
now. But I was wild." Fraser winked
in a manner to inform his listener that
all world wisdom was his. "I wanted
to be a jockey, and the old party cut
me ofT. What I've got now, made all
by myself, but if I'd stayed in Bloom
ington I might have been president of
the bank by this time."
"Bloomington! I understood you to
say New Orleans.'
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"My old man had a whole string ot
banks," Fraser averred, hastily.
"Tell me—is Mr. Bmerson Hit"
asked the girl.
"Ill enough to lick a den of wild
cats."
"He Intended coming out to the
yacht last night, but he disappointed
us.M
"He's ns busy as an ant-hflk I met
him turning In Just as I came oyt tor
my constitutional."
"Where had he been all night?" Her
voice betrayed an interest Fraser was
quick to detect. He answered, cannily:
"You can search me! I dont keep
cases on him. As long as he does his
work, I don't care where he goes at
quitting time." He resolved that the
girl should learn nothing from him.
"There seem to be very few white
women In this place," she said, after a
pause.
"Only one, till you people came.
Maybe you've crossed her trail 7"
"Hardly!"
"Oh, she's all right. Take it on the
word of a fireman, she's an ace."
"Mr. Emerson told me about her.
He seems quite fond of her."
"I've always said they'd make a
swell looking pair."
"One can hardly blame her for try
ing to catch him."
"Oh, you can make book that she
didn't start no love-making. She ain't
the kind to curl up in a man's ear and
whisper. She don't have to. All she
needs is to look natural the men will
fall like ripe persimmons."
"They have been together a great
deal, I suppose."
"Every hour of the day, and the
days are long," said Fraser cheerfully.
"But he aint crippled he could have
walked away If he'd wanted toi It's a
good thing he didn't, though, because
she's done more to win this bet for us
than we've done ourselves."
"She's unusually pretty," the girl
remarked coldly.
"Yes, and she's just as bright as she
is good looking—but I don't care for
blondes." Fraser gazed admiringly at
thd brown hair before him, and rolled
his eyes eloquently. "I'm. strong for
brunettes, I am. It's the Creole blood
in me."
She gathered up wild flow
and rose, saying:
'1 must be going." •.
"No! He afraid of my work, so I .extraordinarily frigid look she gave
going out on my own. He told me all
about the swell quilts at Marsh's place,
so I thought I'd lam up there and look
them over. I may cop an heiress." He
winked wisely. "If I see one that looks
gentle, I'm liable to grab up some
bride. He says there ain't one that's
got less than a couple of millions in
her kick."
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his feet with alacrity
"Thank you, I prefer to wallrnlgBe.
Couldn't think of It. Ill:-" But be
paused at the lift of her brows and the
him. He stood In his tracks, watching
her descend the river trail.
"Declined with thanks!" he mur
mured. "I'll need ear-muffs and mit
tens to handle her. I think I'll build me
some bonfire and thaw out. Sfte must
own the mint"
(To be Continued.)
OBITUAI
Mrs. William Crambllt.
Zillab Salee was born In Wapello
county, Iowa, March 23,1885, and when
but two years old moved with her par
ents to Ottumwa, where she has since
lived. On March 14, 1906, she was
united In marriage to William Cham
blit. To this union was born one daugh
ter. When but fifteen years of age,,
Mrs. Crambllt united with ithe Wlllard
Street M. E. church. In the last two
or three years her health had failed,
and deeming it advisable, the latter
part of June, she, In company with her
mother, went south in search of health.
For a while she seemed to gain and },
felt much better, but finally began no ,?
fall, and on August 20 death- relieved
her of her suffering at the home of her
sister, Mrs. Jacob Meier, near Bra-,
man, Okla. During the years of her
suffering, she bore It patiently, never
murmuring or complaining, trying to
be pleasant and make It pleasant for
those around her. She died fully
trusting in her Savior. Left to mourn
her loss Is her husband, one daughter
Geraldlne, three years of age her
mother, Mrs. Sarah Sallee, one brother
G. Clyde Sallee of Butte, Mont, and
one sister, Mrs. Jacob Meier of Bra-,
man, Okla.—Contributed.
HIGHLAND CENTER.
Dr. Dodds has gone to Des Moines to'
spend a few days.
John Teeters of Washington spent
Tuesday here with relatives.
John Coleman and wife and Mr. and
Mrs. Gardner were visiting fiends In
Fairfield Tuesday /.
MSrs. Willie Jones who visited a
daughter in Portsmouth, la., returned
home Tuesday.
Albert Bray and son are taking in
the state fair this week.
Henry Brans and Frank Seat on who
were Des Moines visitors are home
again/
E. G. Gardner and family of "Wash
ington who spent several days here
with friends have returned home.
J. W. Hollowell and family were in
Ottumwa attending the circus.
John Carmichael spent Wednesday^
in Ottumwa.
Mr. and Mrs. Ed Haworth and chil
dren came Tuesday -from Yates Centeri
to spenS a few weeks with the.
former's father and mother.
Mrs. Anderson Sellers fell In a faint
Tuesday and struck her head cuttlngM^
It severely. H'SsM
John Fearis of Chicago arrived here,,
Thursday accompanied by his nieces
Misses Merle and Rebekah Fearis who
have been visiting there for several
weeks.
Mr. and Mrs. Oliver Trigg went to
Kirksville, Mo., Thursday, where Mr..
Trigg will enter the school of osteop-J
athy for a three years' course.
Richland was well represented at
Ottumwa Thursday.
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