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(Chapter I Continued) John Stuart Webster passed a rest less night. Sleep came to him in hour ly Installments, from which he would rouse to ask himself whether it was worth while to continue to go through the motions of living, or alight at the next station, seek a lonely and unfre quented spot and there surrender to outrageous fortune. It was altogether damnable. In a careless moment, Fate had accorded him a glimpse of the only woman he had ever met and de sired to meet again—for Wehster was essentially a man's man, and his pro fession and environment had militated against his opportunities for meeting extraordinary women ; and extraordi nary women were the only kind that could hope to challenge his serious at tention. Fate had accorded him a signal opportunity for knighty combat In the service of this extraordinary woman, and In the absence of a formal Intro duction, what man could desire a finer opportunity for getting acquainted! If only their meeting had but been de layed two weeks, ten days, a week ! Once free of his ugly cocoon of rags and whiskers, the butterfly Webster would not have hesitated one brief In stant to Inform himself of that young lady's address, following his summary disposal of her tormentor. But In all things there is a limit, and John Stuart Webster's right eye constituted a deadline beyond which, as a gentleman, he dared not venture; so with a heavy heart he bowed to the Inevitable. Brilliant and mysteri ous as a meteorite she had flashed once across his horizon and was gone. In the privacy of his stateroom Web ster had ham and eggs for breakfast. He was lighting his second cigar when the porter knocked and entered wltb an envelope. "Lady in the observation-car asked me to deliver this to you, sah," he an nounced importantly. It was a note, freshly written on the train stationery. Webster read: "The distressed lady desires to thank the gentleman in stateroom A for his chivalry of yesterday. Site Is profoundly sorry that In her service the gentleman In stateroom A was so unfortunate as to acquire a red eye with blue trimmings." John Stuart Weitster swore his mightiest oath. "By the twelve apos tles, Simon Peter, Andrew. James, John, Philip, Bartholomew, Matthew, Thomas. James. Jude and Simon, and not omitting Judas Iseariot, the scaly scoundrel who betrayed his Lord and Master!" He searched through an old wallet until he discovered a fairly clean professional card, across the bot tom of which lie wrote, "Thank you. J. S. W." and sent it to the no-longer distressed lady. "The most signai adventure of my life is now over," he soliloquized and turned to his cigar. "For the sake of my self-respect, I had to let her know I'm not a tioho! And now to the task of framing up a scheme for future acquaintance. 1 must learn lier name and destination: so as a preliminary I'll interview the train conductor." He did and under the ameliorating Influence of a flve-dollnr hill the con ductor bent a respectful ear to the Websterlan message. "In Car Seven," he began, "there Is a young lady. I do not know what sec tion she occupies neither do I know her nnnie and destination. I only know what she looks like." The conductor nodded. "And you want to ascertain her name and des tination ?" "I do." "All right. I have the unused por tion of her transportation to return to her before we hit Salt Lake; her name Is on the ticket and the ticket Indicates her destination. I'll make a mental note of both ns soon as I've Identified her ticket." A few hours later the conductor came to Webster's stateroom and handed him a card upon which was written : "Dolores Ituey. From Los Angeles, via Sun Pedro, Los Angeles 4 Salt Luke, to Salt Lake City. Denver & Klo Crande to Denver, Burlington to St. Louis, Illinois Central to New Orleans. Stop-over at Denver." John Stuart Webster studied the name after the conductor withdrew. "That's a Spanish name," he solilo quized, "but for all that, she's not a parakeet. All things considered, I guess I'll take a chance and investi gate. CHAPTER II. Webster's dreams of bliss had, with very slight variations, come true as tier schedule. In Salt Lake City he abandoned the beefsteak oo his dam aged eye for two businesslike leeches, which quickly reduced the nocturne effect around his orb, enabling him, the third day, to saunter forth nmopg his fellowmen. By the end of the week he was a being reincarnated, and so he packed a huge new wardrobe trunk with his latest purchases and Journeyed on to Denver. Coincident with his arrival there, we again take up the thread of our story. One hour after his trunk arrived the gentleman from Death Valley might have been observed standing before a cheval glass looking long and earnestly at the reflection of Ills mid dle-aged person, the while he marked the fit of his new raiment. John Stuart Wehster was all dressed up for the first time In three long, labor-rid den years, and was tremendously glad of it. He lighted a cigar and stepped forth Into Seventeenth street, along which lie strolled until he came to a certain building Into the elevator of which he entered and was whisked to fhe twelfth floor, where he alighted and found himself before n wide portal which bore in gold letters the words: "Engineers' Club." The Engineers' club was the closest approach to a home that John Stuart Webster had known for twenty years, a'.id save for the slight Job of kal somining which Father Time had done on the edges of the close-cropped Web sterian mustache, the refirned prodi gal might have stepped out of the club hut yesterday. He would not have taken the short end of a modest bet that even a fresli log had been placed on the fire or that the domino-players over against the wall had won nr lost a drink nr two and then resumed play ins—although perchance liiere were a few more gray hairs in the thickly thatched head of old Neddy Jerome, sitting in his favorite seat by (he window and turning the cards In ills eternal game of sclft"«» '*i Ignorance that John Stuart Webster stood within the portals of home and awaited the fatted calf. Webster struck the upholstery of an adjacent chair a terrific blow with his stick—the effect of which was to cause everybody In the room to start and to conceal Mr. Webster momentarily in a cloud of dust, the while In a bel lowing baritone he sang: "His father was a hard-rock miner; He comes from my home lawn-" "Jack Webster! The devil's own kin !" shouted Neddy Jerome. He swept the cards Into a heap and wad dled across the room to meet this latest assailant of the peace and dig nity of the Engineers' club. "You old, | worthless, ornery, no-good son of a lizard ! I've never been so glad to see a man that didn't owe me money. I've been combing the whole civilized world for you, for a month, at least. Where the devil have you been?" John Stuart Webster beamed hap pily upon his friend. "Well, Neddy, you old stocking-knitter," lie replied quizzically, "since that is tlie case. I'm not surprised at your failure to find me. You've known me long enough to have remembered to confine your search to the uncivilized reaches." "Well, you're here, at any rate and I'm happy. Now you settle down." "Hardly, Neddy. "I'm young yet, you know—only forty. Still a real live man and not quite ready to degenerate into a card-playing, eat-drink-nud-be merry, die-of-inaniUon. sink-to-oblivion and go-to-h- fireplace spirit!" And he prodded Jerome In the short ribs with a tentafive thumb that caused the, old man to wince. He permitted his friend to drag him downstairs to I the deserted lounge, where Jerome paused In the middle of the room nnd-j renewed his query : "Where have you been. I ask?" "Out In Death valley, California, try ing to pry loose n fortune." "Did you pry It?" John Stuart Webster arched his eye brows in mock reproach. "And you can see ray new suit, Neddy, my slx teen-dollar, made-to-onler shoes and my horny hoofs encased in silken hose —and ask that question? Freshly shaved nnd ironed and almost afraid to sit down and get wrinkles In my trousers! Smell that !" He blew a cloud of cigar smoke Into Jerome's smiling face. The latter sniffed. "It smells expensive," he replied. "Yes, and you can bet it tastes ex pensive, too," Webster answered, banding his cigar-case to Ills friend. Jerome bit the end of his cigar and spat derisively. "How much have you made?" he demanded bluntly. "It's none of your business, but I'll tell you because I love you, Neddy. I've made one hundred thousand dollars." "Chicken-feed." Jerome retorted. "Johnny, I've been combing the min eral belt of North and South America for you for a month." "Why this sudden belated Interest In me?" "I hnve a flne Job for you. John—" "King's X" W*-hster Interrupted, and showed both hands with the fin gers crossed. "No nlottlng against my | I' 111 not pen cp and comfort. Neddy. Haven't I told you I'm all drvsscd up for the first time In three years, that I have money in my pocket and more In hank? Man. I'm going to tread the primrose path for a year before I get hack Into the harness again." Jerome waved a deprecatory hand, figuratively brushing aside such feeble and inconsequential argument. "Are you foot-loose?" he demanded. "I'm not. I'm bound In golden chains—" "Married, eh? Great Scott, I might hnve guessed It. So you're on your honeymoon, eh?" "No such luck, you vlchy-drinklng Iconoclast, If you had ever gotten far enough from this club during the past fifteen years tq get a breath of real fresh uir, you'd understand why I want to enjoy civilization for a week or two before I go hack to a mine su perintendent's cabin on some bleak hill. No, sir-ee. Old Jeremiah Q. Work and I have had a falling out. Dad burn your picture, Neddy, I want some class! I've been listening to n dago shift-boas playing the accordéon for three years—and lie could only play three tunes. Now I want Sousa's hand. I've been bathing In tepid, dirty water In a redwood sluice-box, and now 1 desire a steam room and a nee dle shower and an osteopath: I've been bossing Greasers and Italians and was forced to learn their language to get results, and now I want to speak my mother tongue to my old friends. By thunder I'm going to hnve a new deal all around." "Very well. Jack. Don't excite your self. I'll give you exactly thirty days to sicken of it all—and thon 1 shall come and claim my property." "Neddy, I'll not work for you. I'm mad. I won't play." "You're It. I just tagged you." "I require a rest—hut unfold your proposition, Neddy. I was born a poor, weak vessel consumed with a curiosity that was ever my undoing. Ï can only protest that, this is no way to treat a friend." "Nonsense! My own brother wants litis Job, and I have refused to give It to him. Business is business—and I've saved it for .von." Jerome leaned forward nnil laid his finger confidentially on Webster's knee; whereat the light-hearted wan derer carefully lifted the finger, brushed an Imaginary speck of dirt from It, and set it down again. "Be serious, you Ingrate," Jerome pro tested. "Listen ! I've been working for two years on a consolidation up near Telltirlde. and I've Just put It across. Jack, It's ttie biggest tiling In the country. Colorado Consolidated Mines Company, Limited. English capital. Jack. Fay 'em <i per cent, •tnd they'll call you blessed. There's ■wenty-flve thousand a year Ip It, with a house and a good cook and an au tomobile and a chauffeur, and you can come to town whenever you please, provided you don't neglect the com pany's interests—and 1 know you're not t lia t kiml of an engineer." "Do I have to put some money Into It. Neddy?" "Not necessarily, although I should advise IL I can let you in on the ground floor for that hundred thou sand of yours, guarantee you a hand some profit and in all probability a big cleanup." "I feel myself slipping, Neddy. Nev ertheless, the tail goes with the hide. In the liahit of asking my friends to guarantee my investments, and if you say it's right. I'll spread what I have left of the hundred thou sand when I report for duty." "It's been a tremendous Job get ting this consolidation over, Jack. When—" "In pity's name! Spare me. I've heard all 1 want to hear about your confounded consolidation. News! News! Give me news! I have to beg for a drink— Mose, you black sinner, how dart 1 you appear before me without bringing a drink?" Mose, the aged colored porter of the Engineers' club, flashed a row of ivories and respectfully returned tlie democratic greeting. "Letter for you, suh. The secre tary told me to give it to you. Mistah Webster." "Thana you, Mose. Speak up, Ned dy, and tell me something. Ever hear anything of Billy Geary?" He was tearing the edge of the en velope the while lie gazed at Jerome, who was rubbing his fat hands to Reiher after the fashion of elderly men who are well pleasetl with themselves. "You have a chance to become one of the greatest and richest mining en gineers In the world. Jack," he an swered. "now that you've cut loose from that young crook Geary. I don't know what's become of him, and neither does anybody else. For that matter, nobody cares." "I do—and you can take the brief end of that bet for your last white chip. Don't let me hear you or any body else say anything against Billy Geary. That hoy goes for m.v money, every turn In the box. Don't make any mistakes about that, oldtimer." Webster's face suddenly was seri ous; the bantering intonation in Ills voice was gone, ami a new, slightly strident note had crept Into It. But Jerome waved his hand soothingly. "All right, old Johnny Pepper-box, have It your own way. Nevertheless, I'm a little mystified. The last I knew of you two, you had testified against him In the hlgh-grader trials at Cripple Creek, and lie had pulled out under a cloud, even after his ac quittal." (To be continued) T ru«. A millionaire cun t make "has went" and "I done" sound any better than a day latxirer. The Farmers Elevator And Warehouses Will pay highest market prices for gram and sells Binder Twine and all kinds of feed at the lowest possible margin. 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