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Milholland by Booth Tarkington *8 Illustrations by Irmin Myers Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co. CHAPTER IX.—The story comes to the spring of 1916 and the sinking of the Lusi tania. The university is stirred to its depths. Faculty and "frat" societies alike wire the government offering their serv ices In the war which they believe to be inevitable. Dora, holding the belief that all war is wrong, sees with horror the spirit of the students, which Is an Intense desire to call Germany to account. She seeks Ramsey and endeavors to Impress him with har noMfloi tHswo CHAPTER X. Ramsey kept very few things from Fred Mitchell, and usually his confi dences were immediate upon the occa sion of them; but allowed several ; weeks to elapse before sketching for his roommate the outlines of this ad venture. "One thing that was kind o' funny , about it, Fred," he said, "I didn't know what to call her." Mr. Mitchell, stretched upon the window seat in their "study," and look ing out oyer the town street below and the,campus beyond the street, had 'already'thought it tactful to ambush his profound amusement by turning upon his side, so that his face was toward the window and away from liis | companion. "What did you want to i call her?" he Inquired in a serious voice. "Names?" "No. You know what I mean. 1 mean I had to keep calling her 'you'; , and that gets kind of freaky when you're talkin' to anybody a good while ; like that. When she'd be lookin' away ifrom me, for instance, or down at the 'river, or somewhere, and I'd want to start sayln' something to her, you know, why, I wouldn't know how to get started exactly, without callin' her something. A person doesn't want to be always startin' off with 'See here,' or things like that." "I don't see why you let it trouble you," said Fred. "From how you've always talked about her, you had a perfectly handy way to start off with anything you wanted to say to her." "What with?" "Why didn't you Just say, 'Oh, you Teacher's Pet I' That would—" "Get out! What I mean Is, she called me 'Ramsey' without any both er; It seems funny I got stumped every time I started to say 'Dora.' Some way I couldn't land it, and It certainly would 'a' sounded crazy to call her 'Miss Yocum' after slttin' In the same room with her every day from the , baby class clear on up through the end of high school. That would 'a' made me out an Idiot I" "What did you call her?" Fred asked. "Just nothin' at all. I started to call her something or other a hundred times, I guess, and then I'd balk. I'd get all ready, and kind of make a sort of a sound, and then I'd have to quit" "She may have thought you had a cold," said Fred, still keeping his back turned. "I expect maybe she did—though I don't know; most the time she didn't seem to notice me much, kind of." "She didn't?" "No. She was too upset, I guess, by what she was thlnkln' about." "But if it hadn't been for that," Fred suggested, "you mean she'd have certainly paid more attention to who was sitting on the bench with her?" "Get out I You know how It was. , Everybody those few days thought we x were goin' to have war, and she was just sure of it, and it upset her. Of course most people were a lot more upset by what those Dutchmen did to the Lusitania than by the idea of war; and she seemed to feel as broken up as anybody could be about the Lusitania, but what got her the worst was the notion of her country wantin' to fight, she said. She really was upset, t*o, Fred; there wasn't no puttin' on about It. I guess that ole girl cer tainly must have a good deal of feel lug, because, doggoned, after we'd been slttin' there a while if she didn't have to get out her handkerchief! She kept her face turned away from me— just the same as you're doin' now to keep from laughin'—but honestly, she cried like somebody at a funeral. I felt like the damdest fool!" "I'm not laughing," said Fred, but he did not prove it by turning so that his face could be seen. "What did she > "Oh, she didn't say such an awful lot. She said one kind o' funny thing though: she said she was sorry she couldn't quite control herself, but if anybody had to see her cry she minded it less because it was an old school mate. What struck me bo kind o' fnnny about that Is—why, It looks as If she never knew the way I always hated her so." "Yes," said Fred. "It wasn't flat tering I" "Well, sir, it isn't, kind of, ■ey agreed, musingly, lan't when you look at it that way." "What did you say when she said that?" Fred asked. "Nothin'. I started to, but I sort of Ram It certainly 1 balked again. Well, we kept on sitting there, and afterwhile she began to talk again and got kind of excited about how no war could do anything or anybody any good, and all war was wicked, no matter what It was about, and nothin' could be good that was founded on fear and hate, and every war that ever was fought was always founded on fear and hate. She said if the Germans wanted to fight us we ought to go to meet them and tell them we wouldn't fight." "What did you say?" "Nothin'. I kind o' started to—but what's the use? She's got that In her head. Besides, how are you goin' to argue about a thing with a person that's crying about It? I tell you, Fred, I guess we got to admit, after all, that ole girl certainly must have a lot of heart about her, anyway. There may not be much fun to her—though of course I wouldn't know hardly any way to tell about 'that—but there couldn't be hardly any doubt she's got a lot of feeling. Well, and then she went on and said old men made wars, but didn't fight; they left the fighting to the hoys, and the suffering to the boys' mothers." "Yes!" Fred exclaimed, and upon that he turned, free of mirth for the moment. "That's the woman of it, I guess. Send the old men to do the fighting! For the matter of that, 1 guess my father'd about a thousand times rather go himself than see me and my brothers go; but Father's so fat he can't stoop! You got to be able to stoop to dig a trench, I guess! Well, suppose we sent our old men up against those Dutchmen; the Dutch men would jpst kill the old men, and then come after the boys anyway, and the boys wouldn't be ready, and they'd get killed, too; and then there wouldn't be anybody but the Dutchmen left, and tlmt'd be one fine world, wouldn't it!" "Yes," said Ramsey. "Course- I thought of that." "Did you tell her?" 'No.' "What did you say?" "Nothin'. I couldn't get started any way. bat, besides, what was the use? But slie didn't want the old men to go; she didn't want anybody to go." "What did she want the country to do?" Fred asked. Impatiently. "Just what It hns been doin', I sup Just let things simmer down, pose. and poke along, and let them do what they like to us." "I guess so!" said Fred. Then, nfterwhlle, when they got some free time on their hands, they'll come over and make it really Interesting for us, because they know we won't do any thing but talk. Yes, I guess the way things are settling down ought to suit Dora. There isn't goin' to be' any war.' "She was pretty sure there was, though," Ramsey said, thoughtfully. "Oh, of course she was then. We all thought so those few days." "No. She said she thought It prob'ly wouldn't come right away, but now it was almost sure to come sometime. She said our telegrams and all the talk and so much feeling and everything showed her that the war thought that was always in people somewhere had been stirred up so it would go on and on. She said she knew from the way she felt herself about the Lusitania that a feeling like that in her would never be absolutely wiped out as long as she lived. But she said her other feeling about the horribleness of war taught her to keep the first feeling from breaking out, but with other peo ple it wouldn't; and even if war didn't break out right then, it would always be ready to, all over the country, and sometime it would, though she was goin' to do her share to fight it, her self, as long as she could stand. She asked me wouldn't I be one of the oues to help her." He paused, and after a moment Fred asked, "Well? What did you say to that?" "Nothin'. I started to, but—'' Again Fred thought it tactful to turn and look out the window, while the agitation of his shoulders be trayed him. / "Go on and laugh! Well, so we stayed there quite a while, but before we left she got kind of more like every day, you know, the way people do. It was half-past nine when we walked back to town, and I was commencin' to feel kind of hungry, so I asked her if she wasn't, and she sort of laughed and seemed to be ashamed of it, as if It was a disgrace or something, but she said she guessed she was; so I left her by that hedge of lilacs near the observatory and went on over to the 'Teria and the fruit store, and got some stuffed eggs and olives and half a-dozen peanut butter sandwiches and a box o' strawberries—kind of girl food, you know—and wont on back there, and we ate the stuff up. So then she said she was afraid she'd taken me away from my dinner and made me a lot of trouble, and so on, and she was sorry, and she told me good-night—'' "What did you say then?" "Noth— Oh, shut up! So then she skipped out to her Dorm, and I came on home." "When did you see her next, Ram sey?" "I haven't seen her next," said Ram sey. "I haven't seen her at all—not to speak to. I saw her on Main street twice since then, but both times she was with some other girls, and they were across the street, and I couldn't tell If she was lookin' at me—I kind of thought not— I thought it might look sort o' nutty to bow to her If she wasn't, so I didn't." "And you didn't tell her you wouldn't be one of the ones to help her with her pacifism and anti-war stuff and all that?" 1 "No. I started to, but— Shut up!" Fred sat up, giggling. "So she thinks "No, 1 mean It; you ought to," Fred Insisted, earnestly, and as his room mate glared at him with complete sus picion, he added, In explanation. "You ought to go next Callers' Night, and send In your card, and say you felt you ought to ask If she'd suffered any from the night air. Even If you couldn't manage to say that,, you ought to start to say it, anyhow, because you— Keep off o' me! I'm only tryln' to do you a good turn, ain't I?" "You save your good turns for yourself," Ramsey growled, still ad vancing upon him. But the Insidious Mitchell, evading him, fled to the other end of the room, picked up his cap and changed his manner. "Come on, ole bag o' beans, let's be on our way to the 'frat house'; It's time. We'll call tills all off." $ in of M. ! 1 i I i "You better!" Ramsey warned him; and they trotted out together. But as they went along, Fred took Ramsey's arm confidentially, and said : ".Now, honestly, Ram, ole man, when are you goin' to—" Ramsey was still red. "You look here! Just say one more word—'' "Oh, no," Fred expostulated. "I mean seriously, Ramsey. Honestly, I mean seriously. Aren't you seriously goin' to call on her some Callers' Night?" "No, I'm not!" "But why not?" "Because I don't want to." A. on i "Well, seriously, Ramsey, there's only one Callers' Night before vaca tion, and so I suppose it hardly will be worth while; but I expect you'll see quite a little of her at home this sum mer?" "No, I won't. I won't see her at all. She isn't goin' to be home this sum mer, and I wouldn't see anything of her if she was." "Where's she goin' to be?" "In Chicago." "She is?" said Fred, slyly. "Whcn'd she tell you?" Ramsey turned on him. out! She didn't tell me. I just hap pened to see In the Bulletin she's signed up with some other girls to go and do settlement work in Chicago. Anybody could see it. It was printed out plain. You could have seen it just as well as I could, if you'd read the Bulletin." "Oh," said Fred. "Now look here—" "Good heavens! Can't I even say 'You look t ♦ 'oh'?' 4. "It depends on the way you say It." "I'll be careful," Fred assured him, earnestly. "I really and honestly don't mean to get you excited about all this, Ramsey. I can see myself you haven't changed from your old opinion of Dora Yocum a bit. I was only try in' to get a little rise out of you for a minute, because of course, seriously, why, I can see you hate her just the same as you always did." "Yes," said Ramsey, disarmed and guileless In the face of diplomacy. "I only told you about all this, Fred, be cause It seemed—well, It seemed so kind o' funny to me." Fred affected not to hear. "What did you say, Ramsey?" Ramsey looked vaguely disturbed. "I said—why, I said It all seemed kind o'—'' He paused, then repeated plain tively: "Well, to me, it all seemed kind o'—kind o' funny." "What did?" Fred Inquired, but as he glanced In seeming naivete at his companion, something he saw In the Ramsey Chaced Him All the Way to the "Frat House." latter's eye warned him, and suddenly Fred thought It would be better to run. Ramsey chased him all the way to the "frat house." Continued next week -!• SECOND GENERATION COMES Oscar J arret may be remembered by some of the older settlers, as a man who came to Blackfoot in the eighties, began work on a ranch as a laborer, ssembled enough money to make a loan or two, kept loaning his money and collecting the inter est while he made some working at the most profitable employment he could find, and finally returned to his native state of North Carolina to make Lis home. Last Saturday his son G. Jarret, arrived from North Carolina looking for a job. He is the son of Oscar Jarret, looks like his dad, and is ac companied by a friend of his own age, named Fred Evans. They are friends of the family of W. H. Cherry, and are looking around to make a start in this locality as did the Yorks and Jarrets of a third of a centufy ago. * + ++ + + ++++++ + SHELLEY $ + + + + + + + + + + + + •!• + + +? ! A welcome home party was given in honor of Reed Miller, who has just returned home from a mission field in California. "Deacon Dubbs'' another home talent play was put on in the Vir ginia theatre on Tuesday evening, April 18 by the L. D. S. first ward. Everyone enjoyed the play and a good crowd attended. Mr. and Mrs. J. L. Moore were visitors of Mr. and Mrs. Joe George of Idaho Falls on Wednesday even ing, April 19. The home talent play given by the M. E. church was taken to Goshen on, Thursday evening in which a splendid crowd attended, Mrs. Lucille Majorie of Idaho Falls was in Shelley Friday visiting with Mrs. D. E. Sanderson. Mr and Mrs. R. T. Fletch and T'iss Ethel Moore and Mr. and Mrs. A. Z. Fletch of Pocatello were in Shelley Sunday visiting with Mr. and Mrs. J. L. Moore and family. Mr. and Mrs. Howard Young are the proud parents of a baby girl born Saturday. Mother and child are doing nicely. Mrs. John Lathan, Misses Ethel Nicely and Goldie White were visitors of Idaho Falls Sunday. Mrs. R. N. Packard and two children returned home on Saturday evening from California. Packard has been spending the winter months in Riverside, Calif, and other parts. Miss Maud Rice of Burley, Idaho was in Shelley Sunday visiting with Mrs. O. V. Hurdle and Frank Hurdle. Mr. and Mrs. Christensen are the proud parents of a baby girl born Saturday evening. Mother and child are doing nicely. Mr. and Mrs. F. C. Mickelson and daughter Aslaugh were * in Idaho Falls Sunday afternoon. Mrs. Grover Bennett was operated on at the General Hospital at Idaho Falls for appendicitis on Wednes day. Her many friends are glad to hear that she is doing nicely. The seniors of the Shelley high will present a play entitled "As a Woman Thinkest," to be given in the Virginia Theatre next Tuesday, May 2. Mrs. * t + FIRTH * ♦ t 4. At the Melba, May 2 the high school will put on the comic drama, "What Happened to Jones.' proceeds go for the benefit of the piano fund. Ephorslne Wilkie won second prize at the spelling contest held in Blackfoot last Saturday. Charles Allen has given up the meat market business. Mrs. Moore is not going to reopen The MR. FARMER What Would You Pay for Advice from these Men? Will You Take it Free? DR. ELMER G. PETERSON—President of Agricultural College of Utah says: "There can be no doubt of the wisdom of the farmers of Utah and Idaho deciding to raise a generous acreage of sugar beets this year. We know how to grow sugar beets; we have th# machinery, the labor; we know how to treat the soil. We have an assured market. This year for instance we may feed our potatoes to the hogs and cattle. »» J. W. PAXMAN OF NEPHI SAYS: "The sugar beet contract is by far the fairest contract the beet grower has had. It will be a cash crop. Now that we have a more favorable contract than any preceeding it, let the farm ers get in line and put in a reasonable portion of the farm to sugar beets. We are sure it will prove a blessing and a benefit to those who care for the beets. »» E. G. BERGERSON—President of State Farm Bureau says: The 1922 contract has the hearty endorsement of the farm bureau officials, a contract that is just in every respect. It is the hope of the farm bureau that farmers will produce the beets required for the factories in support of this vastly important industry. FINALLY—President Heber J. Grant, without whose help in financing the industry last year, no farmer would have had the opportunity to grow sugar beets this year, s&id at the recent conference: "Every farmer in our communities, where it is possible, should grow a few acres of sugar beets this year; if he never has before. The farmer who has previously grown beets, should grow more." • t k We ask you now, and in your own interest, that you may have a sure cash crop; get the largest return on your acre age; provide labor for yourself, your family and your neighbors, and properly rotate your farm crops. i« ' ii i FOLLOW EXPERT ADVICE GROW MORE SUGAR BEETS her millinery store this spring. 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There's a Fisk Tire of extra value in every size, for car, truck or speed wagon I Boyle's Gasoiltire Service Blackfoot 401 No. Main Street Mr. and Mrs. Milton Andrews. The W. C. T. U. met with Mrs. Ed Johnston last Thursday afternoon. The next meeting of the Child Wel fare will be at Mrs. Hoff's May 25. Fred Nelson was elected school trustee for the ensuing term. "The Old Nest" is to be shown soon at our local theatre. All who enjoy good pictures should see this.