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Attention Farmers
^HIS is a splendid chance for farmers to take stock
on their harvesting and haying machines, or any
others they will use during /he year. Look each one
over carefully and note any part that may need re
placement. A little later you will be pressed for time
and then a thorough examination will be almost im
possible. N \ ,
The repair problem can be much simplified by this method.
A\ bile we have always tried to meet promptly every call of this
kind, realizing hew valuable your time is, having this advance
information will aid us very much in making our service com
plete.
A list of your ptossibl£*requirements will enable us to
to check up our stock of repairs to see that not a sin
gle part you might need is missing.
We want to cut to a minimum the time between
the need of a repair part and its supply. This you
can help us do by giving us this list before or dur
ing Repair and Inspection Week, March 3-8.
Cottonwood Hardware & Implement Company
PATHE PHONOGRAPH
We carry the well-known PATHE PHONOGRAPH and invite
all persons contemplating purchasing a phonograph to look into
the merits of this wonderful machine.
Guaranteed to Play a Record 1000 Times
DRUG STORE
T. F. Schaecher, Prop.
The Busy Druggist Cottonwood, Idaho
HARRY C. CRANKE
AUCTIONEER, NEZPERCE, IDAHO
Have been conducting sales all over the northwest
My business shows my ability to handle same
DATES FOR SALE MADE
at Chronicle Office
Hatching EGGS for Sale
Rose Comb Rhode Island Reds
Nelson and Watson Strain
Nothing but prize stock used in breed
ing pen. Tested and tried for egg
production under the Hogan system.
Nothing under 150 egg type used as
breeders. We feed no drones.
Eggs $1.50 per 15 or $9.00 per 100
Ringhouse Strain White Wyandotte
' The Acknowledged Champions of the West
They are dandy year round layers. As winter layers they
are hard to beat. Just a few settings to spare at
$1.75 per 15 Eggs
Money must accompany all mail orders for eggs. Express
or parcel post charges to be paid by purchaser. Please
order early. First come first served. Address
E.I. STOIZ, Box 8, GREENCREEK, IDAHO
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TEAMS FOR HIRE
Anyone wishing the services of a team and good
<1 iver can procure same by calling /
Nezpucce Phone 1437
Will make trips to any part of the county.
B. J. BIEREN
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The Chronicle
Can Handle Your Job Work. Try Us
The Wide,
Wide World
By S. & HACKLEY
(Copyright, 1918, by McClure N«v
Syndicate.)
• "Oh, Bobby, we can't tell your moth
er thatl How will we tell her?"
Flora Nelson's larçe eyes filled as
she clung to Robert Greer, who had
Just cautiously entered the back door
of Ws mother's cottage.
Early that morning. In the court
house at West Hardtown, 100 miles
from Burnham, Robert bad seen bis
father, Charles Greer, sentenced for
life to the state's prison. In the big
front bedroom, Joel, the young fellow's
mother, for six weeks close to death
of fever, lay slowly recovering.
Two weens before, the father, who
worked aboard the river, steamer Mary
Ann, hod quarreled with Cyrus Canter
In West Hardtown. Cyrus and Ananias,
brothers and surly, had provoked the
quarrel that ended In a fight with
chairs. Green bad not meant to kill
the mnn A but he forgot the power In
hls arm, àïid Cyrus' neck was broken
at the first blow.
Robert hod warned their friends and
neighbors to keep hls mother In Igno
rance of what had happened, and
hoped against hope that his father
would go free. But the Canters were
Influential people In West Hardtown,
and the trial had ended unhappily for
Greer.
The boy—he was scarcely twenty—
took hls sweetheart's face between hts
trembling hands.
"We won't tell her, Flo," he whis
pered, "we won't ever tell mother—not
even If she comes to die. Dad said for
me to make her believe he's dead I"
"Dead !" gasped Flora, "moke her
believe that? Wlty, she's looking for
him today, as soon as the Mary Ann's
unloaded. She came In about an hour
ago."
"I know It 1" Robert's lips trembled.
"But we've Just got to think of some
way to make her believe dud's dead.
He says we must be dead to him—nev
er wrtte to him nor try to see him—
he couldn't bear that I The Mary
Ann—" v
A roar that shook the panes In the
windows drowned hls words. The Mary
Ann would never run up the river
again ! Before many days the bodies
of the captain and the three deckhands
who died when the explosion sent the
boat to the bottom Df the river came
to the muddy surface of the stream
and were Identified, but the bodies of
the remainder of the crew were never
recovered. It was easy to say that
Charley Greer was one of the dead,
but Jael refused to believe It.
"Charley was always the first man
off the boat when she docked !'' she
Insisted. "He'd always come to the
house to see me a moment, then he'd
go back and help unload. I tell you,
Bdbbÿ, Charley Isn't depd. He's olive
and well somewhere! He's always
wanted adventure and he's never got
to have any. He begged me to go with
him, when we were first married, to
some w'.ld country In South America,
where he could hunt, but I was afraid.
Then you and your three little sisters
that died came along and he quit talk
ing about It. And now, since you've
been grown, Bobby, he's hated to say
anything about wantin' to wander for
fear you'd laugh at hlm. I Just believe
he's slipped off from us all to,go some
where and take hls fun ! And when
he's had It he'll be coming back. Why.
Bobby, what makes you cry? Don't
you know dnddy'll be coming back?"
When six months passed with no
letters from her husband, Jael ex
plained hls silence to her son by the
fact that he was In the wilds, where
no mall could be sent out. but at the
end of the year, at each meal, she set
a fancy plate that Charles had always
liked at hls place at table.
"He'll be coming In at Just any time
now, Bobby," she told him. "A yenr Is
generally all the time men stay on a
hunting trip. Isn't It?"
"Why, no, mother," Robert ex
plained, "I've read that Englishmen
who hunt spend as much as six months
or a year In one place, trying out the
hunting In each place. Sometimes they
put in five years or more at hunting
big game, and If they take a notion to
go on exploring trips there's no telling
how long—"
Joel's face fell. "Stay away from
their families all those years. Bobby?"
Robert averted hls eyes. "Of course
they know they're coming back to 'em.
mother."
For an Instant her lips quivered,
then she smiled again.
"Of course, and we want daddy to
have all the fun the rest of 'em have.
He knows you'll look out for me and
never leave me while he's gone, Bobby.
Charley worked awful hard all them
twenty years that's past ; he's earned
a long, long holiday. We oughtn't to
say a word, even If he's taken a notion
to tour the wide world around, and
we'll stay right bene In this house and
wait for him unjll be comes hack 1"
Robert's ruddy face paled. Flora's
mother had been ordered to Colorado
to live, and Flora was her only child
and support. Flora would have to go
to Colorado with her; her cousin had
already secured a teacher's place for
her there — and he — he'd Intended
to take hls mother and go out there,
too. But now— He knew hls mother's
gentle obstinacy. Neler would she
leave her home while she expected bis
father back! And he could not leave
her alooe. There was nothing to do
tat to release Flora from her proarise
- - . »ayim
to marry him. But somehow Flora
did not understand.
'Til keep mother out there where
she can live, Bobby," she told him.
"and I'll wait for you." - . ;
"But for how long?" Robert's voice
was hoarse. "Mother'll never quit
hoping, and I—I can't ever tell her
abourTather, Flora !"
"I know," she answered. "I wouldn't
want to walk to happiness over her
broken heart. We—we won't be the
first people that fate's kept apart, Bob
by, and It Isn't ns If one of us were
dead. We can keep on loving each
other across that thousand miles, and
—I'll wait for you. Bobby—I'll wait,
If It's the rest of my life!"
Five governors had served In the
twenty years before Claudius Bassett
was elected. In the second month af
ter hls election, Bassett paid a visit
to the state prison farm, and the'Im
pression made on him by the yearn
ing eyes of the forgotten bits of hu
manity there—men whose names years
before had been laid away In the
state's files, as numbers, and forgotten,
kept the young governor awake that
night and for many nights afterward.
It stirred him to investigate the rec
ords of convicts who had served long
terms, to see that mercy was extended
where mercy was due, and to permit
the rewards of good conduct provided
by law.
Governor Bassett's first visit to the
prison farm was six weeks past, when
one day Robert Greer sat In hls moth
er's garden, while Jael for the twice
ten-thousandth time hopefully set the
evenlug table for three, and put the
little vase of grass pinks that "Char
ley" loved, in the center of' the white
cloth.
The young mnn held an open letter
In Ills hand—Flora's last letter.
"Dear Bobby," It read, "I'm in trou
ble. Mother has takeo a notion to go
back home to live. I don't know What
I'm to do. She has not been sick one
day In all the years we've been in
these glorious mountains, but one win
ter hack there, Bobby, would menn her
death ! And. oh, Bobby." the letter
went on, "Col. Oscar McClean, that
rich old rancher I told you about, has
again taken It Into his head to marry
me! He worries me so. I'm afraid I'm
getting more wrinkles than a woman
of my age ought to have!"
Robert dropped the letter oh the
grass with a groan.
"I've let her wait- for me twenty
years," he said aloud ; "I can't stand
ltl I don't believe I can stand It any
longer !"
The man who had come up Rllently
behind him, touched hls shoulder.
"What's that you can't stand, son?"
Robert turned hls head. "My God,
daddy I Where did you come from?"
he cried.
Greer drew hls parole papers from
hls pocket. "I'm free, Robert 1 I've
been here since yesterday, and I've
found out what Jael thinks. I've spent
a heap of time since I've been down
there studyln' over maps and rendtn'
about foreign countries I'd always
wanted to seei I can tell her a lot
about 'em and she can keep on thlnk
ln' I've been travelln'. Maybe we can
go to some of them places together!"
"Go In and tell her I" Robert point
ed to the house. "I've got to send a
telegram."
I An hour later Flora received hls
message.
"Don't worry any more. I'm coming
tomorrow I"
How Josh Billings Arrived.
Josh Billings, the humorist, was not
appreciated when he offered hls first
contribution to a paper In hls home
town, according to a correspondent of
Christian Register, who was personally
acquainted with him. He then con
cjuded to follow Artçmus Ward's ex
ample and misspell hls articles so as
to attract attention. "In this absurd
shape," he said, "I sent one of my un
fortunate productions to the New York
Weekly. I soon got a letter accepting
my manuscript and asking me for
more. In time I was under a big salary
not to write for any other paper." One
of Josh Billings' eccentricities de
scribed was hls "Lecture on Milk." In
this lecture he never said a word about
milk, but a glassful of that liquid stood
ou hls desk while he talked and was
occasionally sipped by him as he spoke.
As milk was hls support whlie he
talked, rather than water or something
stronger, hls lecture was In truth
given "on milk."
Great Facts Hard to Win.
The highest truths are hard to put
Into entertaining forms. You expect
to teach children through stories,
games and the exhibition of the con
crete. Grown-ups are expected to learn
from the facts presented, arguments
and the abstract. Empty heads and
near-empty heads have to be constant
ly amused. Abstract facts are too
elusive for their truant observation
and perception. Tney need spoon-fed
products. With men of brains It's dif
ferent They love problems hard to
solve. They grow by responding to
life's challenges. So when you think
things tame begin to And why they are
so. The chances are you will find the
fault In yourself. You haven't given
all the attention you should. The great
est facts have to be sought to be won.
Only the ordinary and fleeting courts
you.—Exchange.
Barbarity.
"Oh, the awful thing that's happen
ed to Cutle Smith, over In France!"
gasped Helolse of the rapid-fire res
taurant. "He was In a front line
trench, and them Hun devils attacked
with flame throwers and burnt poor
Cutle nearly all overt"
"Aw, a good kid like Cutle!" wailed
Claudine of the same establishment.
"Why co,uldn't they he decent enough
to serve him rare Instead at well
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MUST INCREASE
FOOD EXPORTS
America Called on by. End
War to Supply Added
Millions.
of
ECONOMY STILL NEEDED.
Over Three Impies Pre-War Shipments
Required—Situation In Wheat and
Fata Provea Government's
Policy Sound.
With the guns In Europe silenced,
we have now to consider a new world
food situation. But there can be no
hope that the volume of our exports
can be lightened to the slightest de
gree with the cessation of hostilities.
Millions of people liberated from the
Prussian yoke are now depending
upon us for the food which will keep
them from starvation.
With food the Unlteid States made
It possible for the forces of democ
racy to hold out to victory. To insure
democracy In the world, we must con
tinue to live simply In order that we
may supply these liberated nations of
Europe with food. Hunger atuoug a
people Inevitably breeds nnnrchy.
American food must complete the work
of making the world safe for democ
racy.
Last year we sent 11,820,000 tons of
food to Europe. For the present yeur.
with only the European Allies to feed,
we had originally pledged ourselves to
a program that would have Increased
our exports to 17,500,000 tons. Now,
to feed the liberated nations, we will
have to export a total of not less than
20.000. 000 toas—practically the limit
of loading capacity nt our ports. Re
viewing the world food situutlon, we
find that some foods will b* obtainable
In quantities sufllelept to meet all
world needs under a\regVie of eco
nomical consumption. On the olhet
hand, there will be marked world
shortages In some Important commodi
ties.
Return to Normal Bread Loaf.
With the enlarged wheat cropl
which American fnrmers have grown,
and the supplies of Australia, the Ar
gentine and other markets now acces
sible to shipping, there are bread
grains enough to enuble the nations to
return to their normal wheat louf,
provided we continue to mill flour ut
a high percentage of extraction and
maintain economy In eating and the
avoidance of waste.
In fats there will be a heavy short
age—about 3,000,000,000 pounds —In
pork products, dairy products and
vegetable oils. While there will be a
shortage of about three million tons
In rich protein feeds for dulry ani
mals, there will be sufficient suppliés
of other feedstuffs to allow economical
consumption.
In the matter of beef, the world's
supplies are limited to the capacity of
the available refrigerating ships. The
supplies of beef In Australia, the Ar
gentine and the United States are suf
ficlent to load these ships. There will
be a shortage In the Importing coun
tries, but we cannot hope to expand
exports materially for the next months
In view of the bottle neck in truns
iwrtutlon.
We will have a sufilclent supply ol
sugar to ollow normal consumption In
this country If the other nations re
lain their present short rations ol In
crease them only slightly. For tin
countries of Europe, however, to In
crease their present rations to a nia
terlal extent will necessitate oyr sluir
Ing a part of our own supplies with
them.
Twenty Million Tons of Food.
Of the world total. North America
will furnish more than 60 per cent.
The United States, Including tile West
Indies, will be called upon to furnish
20.000. 000 tons of food of all kinds as
compared with our pre-war exports of
about 6,000,000 tons.
While we will be able to cbnnge our
program In many respects, even a
casual survey of the world supplies
In comparison to world demands shows
conclusively that Europe will know
famine unless the American people
bring their home consumption down
to the barest minimum that will main
tain health an4 strength.
There are conditions of famine In
Europe that will be beyond our power
to remedy. There are 40,000,000 peo
pie In North Russia whom there is
small chance of reuchlng with food
this winter. Their transportation Is
demoralized In complete anarchy, und
shortly many of their ports will be
frozen, even if Internal transport
could be realized.
To Preserve Civilization.
At this moment Germany has not
alone sucked the food and animals
from all those masses of people she
has dominated and left starving, hut
she has left behind her a total wreck
age of social Institutions, and this
mass of people Is now confronted with
absolute unarchy. '
If we vutue our own safety and the
ooclal organization of the world, if we
value the preservation of civilization
Itself, we cannot permit growth of this
cancer In the world's vitals.
Famine Is the mother of anarchy
From the Inability of governments to
secure food for their people grows
revolution and chaos. From an ability
to supply their people grows stability
of government and the defeat of an
archy. Did we put It on no higher
plane than our Interests In the pro
tection of our institutions, we must
bestir ourselves In solution of thir
problem.
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SEA ELEPHANT8.
"Good-day," said Mrs. Son<Elephant,
as she saw Mrs. Sarah Sea Elephant.
"How are you today?"
"Nicely thank you, and how about
yourself?"
"Well Indeed," said Mrs. Sea Ele
phant, generally known as Mrs. Sea.
"They say there are going to be
great days ahead and that If every
Mr. Sea Elephant doesn't get the Mrs.
Sea Elephant he wants there'll be a
battle," said Mis. Sarah Sea Elephant.
"Isn't that glorious?" said Mrs. Sea.
"That's the sort of a Sea Elephant
mate I have. And so have you. When
other Mr, Sea Elephants got in the
way of our Mr. Sen Elephants before
they had asked us to marry them, they
quickly fought and got theta out of
the way."
"Yes," said Mrs. Sarah, "I wouldn't
give a fig for a husband who wouldn't
flgjit for me."
"Dear me," said Mrs. Sea, "I don't
think you're saying much, for what In
the world, or the sea, does o fig mean
to you?"
"That's so," agreed Mrs. Sarah, "n
fig doesn't mean anything to me. ijrn
clous, no! Why a fig would he lost
la the sea and figs most certainly don t
mean anything to me, the little silly
sticky things."
"Why did you say that?" asked Mrs
Sea.
"I Just used It as an expression and
It shows how much we suySvltht'M
y
"It's Our Big Season of the Year."
thinking. I snH that absolutely with
out thinking, for I meant to say t ier
I wouldn't give anything for a mi a
who wouldn't fight for Ids wife."
"That's .better," said Mrs. S>ca.
"Well, oil the Sea Elephants Vvill/fight
for their mates. There »re lots •-<
battles nround tne muting season—lo,s
of thorn.''
"There are Indeed," said Mrs. 8:mti.
"We never fight," said Mrs. Sea.
"No, ladles never do," ssld M - r
Snrah. "I suppose they might hu!
sometimes It would do n grunt deal <>f
good but they never have—and cu.
tom Is custom."
"They say," remarked Mrs. Sra.
"that there Is one part about us which
can be hurt so that we are killed."
"Yes," agreed Mrs. Sarah, "that It
true."
"Tell me about It," begged Mrs. Sen.
"I would like to keep that part out o
sight If dangerous enemies wer.
around as I hear they sometimes ur
with guns and rifles and other An
anas."
"Yes," said Mrs. Sarah, "sometimes
we are shot at. We are like seals yon
know and we have very useful, valu
able oil In ub."
"All very well," said Mrs. Sea, "but
I'm not generous. I prefer to keep
my oil for myself."
"So do I," said Mrs. Sarah, "only I
was telling you some facts."
"Yes, go ahead," snld Mrs. Sea.
"Well," continued Mrs. Sarah, "you
know when the mntlug season comes
around and we are chosen by the
handsome Mr. Sea Elephants as their
mates we all Ue about the beach and
chat and gossip and have the -very
best of times. It's our big season of
the year.
'T've heard of folks who go to sum
mer resorts und winter resorts and to
places for the baths, or the mountain
air, or for some other reason. Well,
our resort Is the beach and we Ue up
on It when It Is the mating season for.
then we are picked out and chosen.
"We can hear the tales of adventure
which the Mr. Sea Elephants have to
tell us and we can talk of the new
styles—though we never have any real
ly new ones. Still we can discus«
fashions and-the weather and how we
think the wnter feels and tastes this
year, and all such things!"
"But," asked Mrs. Sea. "you wer»
going to tell me about the place about
us which Is not protected."
"Oh yes," said Mrs. Sarah, 'bullets
from guns can htt us nnywhere and
not hurt us In the least but roll right
off us, except In one spot which Is
soft, just above our eyes. That Is tlie
part to keep out of the rauge of our
enemies."
"Thanks for telltng me." said Mrs.
Sea. "I am very glad to know tt and
so glad that all the rest of my big
body Is safe, quite safe!"
Rarest of Gifts.
One of the rarest of gifts Is the nb'.l
tty to do a favor so as to leave no
burdensome sense of obligation.
Meaning of Difficulty.
What Is a difficulty? "Something
that shows what we really are," waa a
iraat philosopher's answer.

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