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DIRECTORY *
K. of P.
Lakeside No. 49. Meets every
Thursday nigbt in Matthew»' hell.
C. V. Coe, C. C.; George H. Blume,
K. of R. and 8.
w. o. w.
Mountain Camp No. 826, meet» in
Matthews' hall every second and
fourtt Wednesday nights. W. W.
Robertson, C. C.; J. H. Crum, clerk.
Presbyterian Women's Society
Meets every second Thursday In
each month. Mrs. C. R. Johnson,
President; Miss Edna Knight., sec.
The Borromaeo Club.
Meets In suite 24 Duncan-Sam
eon building. David Phelan, Presi
dent; Rev. C. M. Van Aken, secre
tary.
Volunteer Fire Department.
Meets in town hall, second Thurs
day nights in each month. Geo. H.
Blume, chief; C. F. Greiser, secre
tary.
Methodist Ladies' Aid Society
Meets second and fourth Wednes
day afternoons. Mrs. W. F. Mason,
President; Mrs. J. J. Johns, Secre
tary.
F. O. E.
Whitefish Aerie, No. 906. Meets
«very second and fourth Tuesday
nights in Matthew's hall. Roy
Young, President; N. S. Murphy,
secretary.
O. R. C.
Meets in Masonic hall, first and
third Sunday afternoons in each
month. Ward McFadzen, C. C.; L.
A. Bruckhouser, secretary and treas
urer.
Woman's Civic Club.
Meets first and third Fridays in
the Whitefish Club rooms at 3 p
m. Mrs. H. A. Shoaf, President;
Miss Edna Knight, Secretary.
Catholic Altar Society
Meets first Thursday afternoon in
each month at the church, at 3 p.
m. Mrs Sol. Picket, President; Mrs.
Carl Walters, secretary.
A. F. and A. M.
Whitefish Lodge, No. 64. Meets
second, fourth and fifth Tuesday
nights, in Masonic hall. J. C. Little,
W. M.; E. L. Geddes, secretary.
M. W. A.
Whitefish Lodge, No. 11,141. Meet
In Masonic hall, Second and fourth
Thursday nights in each month. Wm
Ferguson, Council; J. P. Wilde,
clerk.
Loyal Order of Moose.
Whitefish Lodge, No. 642, meet 1 :
in Masonic hall on second and fourt
Friday evening of each month. B.
F. Graves, dictator; B. E. Gibson,
secretary.
O. E. S.
Vista Chapter, No. 44. Meets in
Masonic hall, first and third Monday
nights each month. Mrs. Percy F.
Dodds, W. M.; Mrs. Geo. Page,
secretary.
R. N. of A.
Friendship Camp. Meets in Mason
ic hall, first and third Wednesday
nights each month. Mrs. Bertha
Dodds, Oracle; Ella F. Thompson,
Recorder.
B. of R. T.
Meets in Masonic hall, first and
third Thursdays in each month.
Chauncey Bryant, President, H. H.
Armstrong, Secretary; Earl Warren,
Treasurer. Meeting at. 7:30 p. m.
B. of L. F. and E.
Stillwater Lodge, No. 482. Meets
in Matthew'B hall first and third
Saturday afternoons in each month
at 2 p. m. Clifford Hove, President;
L. E. Clark, Secretary; O. O. Sieb
ten, Legislative Representative.
Ladies' Society to B. of L. F. & E.
Glacier Lodge, No. 150. Meets in
Masonic hall, first and third Sat
urday afternoons in each month.
Mrs. Carrie Green, President; Mrs.
Annie Picket, secretary.
B. of L. E.
Van Cleve Lodge, No. 499. Meets
In Masonic hall, Second and fourth
Sundays, at 2 p. m. in each
month. H. T. Mayfield, Chief Engi
neer; R. S. Eberly, Secretary.
G. L A to & of L E.
Summit of the Rockies Lodge,No.
967. Meets in Masonic hall first and
third Wednesday afternoons In each
month. Mrs. C. H. VanDyke, Presi
dent; Mrs. R. L. LaByer, secretary.
The Whitefish Club.
Meets tint and third Thursdays o
each month In club rooms ia old
bank building. Ctaaa H. Jennings,
Prauident; H. C. Anderson, secretary
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It Occasions a Struggle
Between Love
and Duty
By CLARISSA MACKIE
Copyright by American Prass Asse
elation, 1IU.
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Sylvia Moore waa visiting at her un
ole's Texas ranch when she. read the
flaring headlines announcing that Tim
othy Robeson's regiment bad been or
dered to El Paso to take part In the
maneuvers on the Mexican border.
She stared at tbe newspaper until the
members of the family made no secret
of their alarm.
"What ia tbe matter. Sylvia?" de
manded Annie Lake curiously. "Has
Timothy eloped with a pretty widow,
or is be the victim of—
"He might as well be dead and bur
led." cried Sylvia tragically as she
tossed tbe paper across the table.
"He's gone to war."
'"War!" they repeated. "What wart"
"Why, the war with Mexico, of
coarse. Hasn't the president ordered
a large force to tbe border?"
Mr. Lake picked up tbe newspaper
and read aloud the surprising intel
ligence that tbe war department bad
ordered a large body of men, arms and
supplies to El Paso to take part in
army maneuvers. He read that troops
were already on the way and that
within a few days at the latest a tent
ed city would spring up beside the
southwestern border.
Last of all be announced that tbe
regiment of which Timothy Robeson
was a lieutenant was ou its way to
Texas.
"On the strength of this report you
are positive that Tim's going to be
killed?" asked her uncle, witb a quiz
zical smile at Sylvia.
"Yes." said Sylvia positively. "I had
the queerest feeling when 1 said good
by to him In New York. You know
he's always joking, and when he said,
'Be sure to return iu time to dance
at your own wedding. Sylvia.' It came
over me that I might never come back;
that there might never be a wedding
at all. Bnt I never thought of Tim
being tbe one"— Tears came into Syl
via's furgetmenot eyes, and her cousin
extended a sympathizing handkerchief.
"Pooh!" uttered Mr. Lake contemp
tuously. "You make me extremely
weary. Sylvia. As au Americau girl
1 thought you had more pride of coun
try than to weep because your young
man is called to arms."
"A man's first duty cannot always
be to his couutry. Oh. 1 know that's
treasonable or something horrible, but
I would not bave thought so much
about It if we bad not gone over to
El Paso the other day and witnessed
all tbe lighting across tbe river in
Juarez."
"We didn't see very much. Just some
puffs of smoke and lots of noise. It
wasn't nearly as bloody as 1 antici
pated," remarked Annie thoughtfully.
"1 saw enough. 1 wouldn't go there
again for anything in the world." de
clared Sylvia, rising from her chair
and dropping a good night kiss on her
aunt's uucouscious brow.
"Then you won't ride into El Paso
witb me on Thursday and see the
troops arrive?" suggested Mr. Lake,
returning to bis uewspaper witb an
indifferent air. "Want to go. Ann?"
"Of course I do. dad. And you, Syl
via?" slie questioned lier cousin.
"1 must go, too!" cried Sylvia eager
ly. "Why, 1 might see Timothy
there."
"You probably will, my dear. If be
has arrived." And Mr. Lake buried
himself in bis newspaper, this time
oblivious to everything save tbe good
nigbt kisses, to which be submitted
witb genuine pleasure.
Tbe next morning Sylvia and Annie
mouuted their horses and rode to the
farthest boundaries of tbe ranch.
Prom here, on tbe highest ridge, they
paused und looked under shading
bands toward tbe southwest. where a
cloud hung over tbe place wbere was
tbe city of El Paso.
"Perhaps by tomorrow be will be
there," said Sylvia aloud.
Annie nodded her black curls. "It
may be that be will arrive today," she
suggested, with a gleam of amuse
ment ln ber dark eyes.
Sylvia's blue eyes turned to tbe east
ern horizon, where against the pale
gray blue of tbe sky there blurred a
dark plume of smoke. "Perhaps tbnt
is bis train now. Ana." Sbe pointed
with ber whip at the smoke.
"It may be, boney. 1 think you're
the luckiest girl in tbe world, Sylvia
Moore. Tim's such a tine fellow. 1
wonder''— Annie stopped abruptly
and fell to musing, with ber black
eyes fixed on tho rolling alfalfa that
rippled before ber.
"What do you wonder?" asked Syl
via curiously, withdrawing from her
own reverie.
"1 was wondering If yon really meant
what you said about asking Tim to
stay away from a battle If there la to
be one," said Annie, her eyes now
gravely fixed on her cousin.
A man owe* some duty to the girl
he loves, and there are plenty of men
who can light for tho country—men
who have no frtenda or relatives or
have no ties to hind them. How self-
ish I am. Annie, and yet somehow I
can only seem to think of two things
today. One Is Timothy Robeson, and
tho other la myself."
-Let'* talk about something else."
mM Auto. And so tho coumsstlu
I
In
turned to the beauty of the Match day
and thence to the absorbing topic of
clothes.
It was not until two days after this
conversation that the little party set
forth to go to El Paso. They started
just at daybreak.
All tbe way to El Paso Sylvia's ears
wet* eagerly alert for the sound of
wâiTûre. She did not dare voice her
JJ* 1 * 1 they were very large fears
f *i? agonizing ones too.
_ the bad been proud indeed that her
future husband should be an olflcei
lu s fine regiment. Sbe thought the
■Igflt of Timothy in bis uniform the
d*arest thing in tbe world, and the
***** thought of the military wedding
that would mark ber marriage to the
handsome young man sent ber into ec
stasies of delight
This was the, other side of the war
picture. Here was tbe beat of the
drum calling to arms. Real powder and
shot bad been issued to the men, and
real shot would be tired, in fancy sbe
saw ber beloved killed at the bead of
his column, always leading, always
waving bis sword and shouting encour
agement to his weary men.
They came upon the uew city, tbe
tented one, all of a sudden and looked
with awe upon the résulta of a deep
thinking war department, a capable
executive staff and a well trained ar
my. A day or two ago and there bad
been a cactus plain; today there were a
field of snowy tents and a multitude
of orderly men awaiting tbe summons
to—what?
To Sylvia Moore war meant desper
ate fighting, tbe sudden death of Tim
othy Robeson and for herself a lifelong
separation from tbe man she loved.
When they were in tbe city and saw
tbe flying flags and beard the outpour
ing of martial music the heart of Syl
via beat quickly, and she felt more
like crying than ever. If she could
only see Timothy for one moment she
was sure sbe could persuade him to
stay with her.
Presently through Mr. Lake's Influ
ence It was made possible for Sylvia
to meet her lover, aud in the first Joy
ful moment the strangeness of the
meeting was quite forgotten. At last
Timothy pushed back bis cap and said:
"I'll bet you were surprised to hear
I was on the way, eb, Sylvia?"
"Yes." said Sylvia, suddenly very
quiet Then, after a pause, she said in
a low tone. "Timothy. I wonder if
you care enough for me to do a big
thing for me—a great thing—tbe great
est thiug you ever did in your life."
"Of course," said Timothy prompt
ly. "My life's yours, you know, dear
est"
"Then stay with me. Do not go Into
active battle." Sylvia's voice was
strained with anxiety, and her eyes
were fixed eagerly on her lover's face.
She saw the mask of reserve that
dropped over hts surprised face—a re
serve that seemed to place her and
ber love upon some distant pinnacle of
space, leaving him here In the active
present with the duty that lay before
him. Sbe saw all this and realized
what was passing through his mind,
and yet, with a selfishness which bad
not yet been overcome by a nobler
impulse, she set herself to exact from
him a proof of his love for her.
"Shall I desert?" be asked, witb a
cold smile.
"Oh. no! Tell them you are ill. Per
haps I might explain. You know we
are to be married in tbe fall, Tim
othy!"
"1 know, dear," he said steadily,
"that this is the hardest moment of
your life. I'll think over what you
said, aud If at the end of another day
you still feel the same way about tt
perhaps something can be done."
"Oh. Timmy, you are an angel—and
I was so afraid you'd get killed!" half
sobbed Sylvia.
Timothy Robeson smiled rather mys
teriously and turned uway. "Perhaps
I'll see you later, dear. If Mr. Lake
will come around after parade. Time's
up now."
They spent tbe day in tbe city, and
as the afternoon advanced they once
more approached tbe parade ground,
where they expected to meet Timothy
Robesou agalu. Mr. Lake and Annie
stopped to view some passing soldiery,
and Sylvia had paused to find herself
the onlooker at a curious little scene.
A handsome though rather dissipat
ed looking young man in military
khaki lounged against a tree talking
to a very indignant young woman.
"Ah. what's the use?" he was mutter
ing sullenly, when his companion In
terrupted him with blazing eyes and
angry voice.
"Matt Mears, you're a coward. tbat'R
what you are!" she cried. "1 wouldn't
give a snap of my finger for a man
that didn't put bis country before the
girl be loved."
"Oh, pshaw, Laura." began the
young man weakly, when the girl sud
denly walked away from him with
her pretty chin in the air.
Her words rang In Sylvia's ears ns
they went to meet Tlmothv. Before
her was tbe city of tear*. busy
with the hum of preparation, tbe flut
ter of myriads of flags— her own red,
white and blue emblems—and a chok
ing feeling came into her throat. She
knew now that never, never would
sbe have Timothy belong to anything
except this glorious company, organ
ised to protect her, her relativen, her
friend»- everybody in the country.'
There wer* gnat Industries, vast en
terprises, to be protected. Oh. her
Timothy was of the noblest profession
In th* country—the protectors!
When Timothy's grave eyes ques
tioned hers be was startled by tbe
bine flasb of patriotism that Sylvia's
«J«« declared.
"Timothy." she whispered eagerly
end with emphasis laid on each word
—'Timothy Robeson, don't yon dare
dream of not going Into battle. If
jo" d^n't go-why. IU never speak to
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