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THE HEART OF
NIGHT WIND
A STORY OF Tfie GREAT NOOTHWesr
By VINGIE E.ROE
ILLUSTRATIONS fy fay-CO/tirsitaß
copy/p/avr oy poop, mcap and company '
BYNOPBIB.
filletz of Daily’s lumber camp directs
a stranger to the camp. Walter Sandry
Introduces himself to John Dally, fore
man. as “the Dllllngworth Lumber Co.,
or most of It.” He makes acquaintance
with the camp and the work. He gives
fillet* permission to ride Black Bolt, his
■addle horse. In an emergency he proves
to the foreman that he does not lack
Judgment. Sllet* tells him of the Preach
er. He discovers that fillets bears the
sign of the Sllet* tribe of Indians and
wonders what her surname Is. In the
flush of a tender moment he calls her
’•the Night Wind In the Pines,” and kisses
her. Poppy Ordway, a magazine writer
from New York, comes to Daily’s to get
matertal for a romance of the lumber
region. Hampden of the Yellow Pines
Co. wants Sandry to keep off a tract of
stumpage he claims title to and Sandry
winks he has bought as the East Belt.
Hampden sets up a cabin on the Bast
Belt and warns trespassers off. Sandry
can And no written evidence of title to
the tract. His men pull down the cabin.
Sandry compares Sllet* and Poppy. San
ary s and Hampden’s men fight over the
disputed tract. The Preacher stops the
fight. Sandry finds that the deed to the
Belt ha* never been recorded. He
decides to get out his contract first and
fight for the stumpage afterward. Poppy
scents trickery and flirts with Hampden
to gain his confidence. She tells Sandry
arnpden *■ crooked and that she'll
get him. Poppy goes to Salem In search
or evidence against Hampden. Sandry and
Sllet* ride to the seashore and Sllet* sees
the ocean for the first time.
CHAPTER XlllContinued.
Even a* he spoke she lost her footing
and went headlong down the cliff, roll
ing over and over In the sliding sand,
to bring up fifteen feet below where
the path turned sidewise on a little
shelf. Without heed she gathered her
self, threw back her braids and rushed
on, leaping downward like a deer.
When Sandry reached her she was
ankle deep in the surf, gazing with all
her starved nature in her eyes, that
yet shone with a martial fire Then,
suddenly, through some rent in the
sodden sky, a beam of light shot
through the mist, transfiguring it.
Sandry saw the look of intoxication
creep into her eyes, the drunkenness
of emotion that dulled them drowsily.
Lines drew in her oval cheeks and
slowly her face broke into a look of
anguish. She put up an arm and cov
ered it, turning toward the beach.
Sandry caught her in his arms and
held her, weeping hard, against his
breast.
”1 cannot bear it!” cried Slletz from
this shelter, “oh, 1 hurt! 1 hurt!”
"S’h! S’h!” whispered Sandry husk
ily, “it is too great—too great—for
the Night Wind to behold.”
The ride home was silent, with San
dry in the lead, his spirit still stirred
and shaken by what he had beheld.
They did not speak again until the
camp lay before them at the big bend.
“S’letz,” said Sandry then, "Black
Bolt is yours. None other shall ever
ride him again.”
She Baid nothing, but her fingers
tightened in the gallant crest tossing
before her.
When they rode up across the small
orldge that spanned the slough below
the foot-log the foreman was standing
Reside the hammer-block. He reached
up huge, bare arms and swung the
girl lightly down, sending a glance
across her shoulder that arrested the
owner’s attention instantly.
"Mr. Sandry,” he said simply.
"Hampden’s got us. There haln’t a
Jack In the camp but Collins. He’s
bought the mill at Toledo an’ offered
a two-dollar-a-day raise to every tim
berjack an’ rlverhog in the county.
Even Harris,” Daily’s big voice deep
ened with bitterness. ”tl)at. we was
payin’ seven dollars a day—an' he was
worth It. for there haln’t a filer like
him this side o’ 'Frisco—has gone—
for nine! Hampden come to the very
gate up there on the road an’ gath
ered ’em out fer a talk—an’ they come
back an' packed like sheep! Damn
their hides! He had contracks fer
two years at them wages—an’ they
signed like fools —scrambled fer the
chancel An’ some of 'em's ben fight
la’ him a couple o’ years! He had
wagons waitin’ in a string at the oend
o’ the road—ready to move ’em that
had cabins! Burson an' Click an’
Mclf asters —they all loaded their
duffle an’ hiked. An’ 1 don’t know of.
another bunch o’ loggers this side o’
Portland!”
Sandry, his face gone white as sand
under his hat brim, stared at the blank
windows of the cabins.
"Eat. son,” said Ms Dally firmly
when he entered the long room, "eat
first an’ think after. A empty stom
mlck’s a poor boiler for workln’
steam.”
And Sandry, looking Into her kindly
old face, saw the sanity of her ad
vice. He took her fat hand—and a
spoon and the end of a dish towel
also homing it tight in his own tor a
"Right yon are, ma," he answered.
and sat him down.
CHAPTER XIV.
The Call of the Wind.
The night lay thick over the Sllets
eoentry. High above, the pine tops
sang wtth a ranr. soft-voiced hut far
reaching ns thundsr. Mystery and
Isaelinsss pressed upon the wftldsr
nsss like a finger. It quivered the
sharp eats of Black Bolt, pricked for
word, listening. It podded the foot at
but upon Siletz its touch was lost
She, too, was of the forest on a night
like this; she, too, was free of its hid
den paths. Hour after hour they
threaded the familiar way, and pres
ently the forest lightened, fell away,
left them at the steep shore of the
Siletz river, gurgling along in the
darkness, swift and shallow.
Fields and pastures lay here upon
right and left and cabins stood squat in
the shadows. This was the headquar
ters of the reservation. Through the
small settlement, up a lane and across
a woods-lot went the trio, and pres
ently Siletz drew rein where a sorry
shack crouched forlornly beneath a
mammoth flr. The sound brought ,to
its door a bent figure that came and
stood at Black Bolt’s head like a
shadow.
Siletz spoke in Jargon, slid down,
trailed the reins on the earth and en
tered the little house.
An hour later she stood against its
closed door, facing a dusky circle of
squatting figures, her trim form
straight in the lamplight, her shirt
open a bit at the throat, her slim
hands eloquent in quiet gestures.
Near the pine table that held the
fitful light stood old Kolawmie, a
splendid illustration of the white
man’s ways.
| He might have been fifty years of
age, he might have been a hundred.
Pure blood of chiefs ran in his veins,
and he had memories of the time when
the Oregon country reached from the
northern sound to the valley of the
Sacramento. About him gathered a
silent circle, young men who could
speak good English and write essays
on the evolution of man, older ones
who accepted the modern modes with
reservations, and a few like himself of
the ancient time.
To them Siletz was speaking.
“Trouble has fallen upon the Night
Wind,’’ she said sweetly, “and she
comeß to her friends for help. Sandry
at the camp is deserted by his' men.
The camp fails, the work is stopped,
the engines are silent at their posts,
and a big contract that means much
is ready to be lost —and Hampden of
the Yellow Pines laughs in glee, for he
has done this thing. Men there are
not in the country—and to go to Port
land means loss of time on the great
contract. Therefore Sandry sits with
his h«s*d in his hands, thus —’’
With swift art she bent her dark
head forward upon her palms, drooped
her slim shoulders, and instantly De
spair loomed before the dusky circle.
“For which the heart of S’letz sick
ens, for Bhe Is Sandry’s woman.’’
There was silence for a space. The
girl was an artist.
"She would help him. Therefore
she comes to her friends, whose hearts
are large with friendship, though their
hands are soft with leisure. The Si
letz need not work. Will they give
the free gift of labor for the Night
Wind's man?’’
It was a heart-speech, it was in Jar
gon and it was successful, for with
the early dawn, blue-gray with mist
and sun-shot with crimson, Sandry.
who had not slept, standing with fur
rowed brows on the office step, heard
sounds of hoofs at the valley’s head.
He looked and beheld a cavalcade of
horsemen, riding with ease on their
ragged ponies, and led by Siletz upon
Black Bolt, who still stepped proudly
after his day-and-night’s Journey,
while Coosnah rolled with swinging
ears at his side.
“Here,” said the girl as she rod a up.
"they will work for the big contract.”
And she slid down with a little sigh
of weariness before Sandry could of
fer his arms.
"Gosh!" said Dally to himself in the
shadow of the office, “the Slwasbes!"
“Mr. Sandry.” he said to the owner
when the long tables were filled in
every place with the best of the van
lshing tribe that Siletz could pick.
"I’m kickin’ myself that I didn't think
of the Indians myself, though Lord
knows If we can whip ’em In line, for
it would take the devil himself to
make a Slwash work.’’
But it did not take his majesty. It
took* only the word of Kolawmie. who
had given a command which a quiet
half-breed who seemed the leader of
the crew artlessly repeated to Sandry
“We will work till the contract's
saved.” he said; “in giving to you we
give to S’letz, who is your woman."
And Sandry. astounded beyond meas
ure, opened his mouth and closed It
without speech.
And It was vfork indeed for all. San
dry himself, as he had grimly threat
ened onoe. “learned bow” and tended
hook. Collins took Hastings’ place at
the roading donkey, selecting a slim,
brown boy as fireman, while the fore
man proved his worth a dozen times
over, by being everywhere at onoe,
by filing things down to the most
rigid system, by planning, executing,
finishing, with the hand and mind of
an artist.
It would nave been contrary to he
man nature If Sandry had not felt a
thrill of triumph when he next ran
across Hampden at Toledo.
The Yellow Pines owner grinned.
he said insolently. “Si
THE CHEYENNE RECORD.
“Yes” lunad llu younger man. "81-
waahaa —but I have five million teat
of log* at the month of my slough!
I’ll float my contract on time. Mr.
Hampden—and then I’ll look Into the
little matter of my Eaat Belt.”
That day he got hia first letter from
Poppy Ordway. It was heavy and
Batlny and It breathed an Insidious
perfume.
Also It was brilliant with excitement
and hinted at great things.
"I’m certain Hampden's crooked,”
she wrote; 'Tve found a man who
knows him—and he’s In the commis
sioner’s olflce. He’s young and he’s
susceptible and he thinks I’m one of
the ‘rlngl’ Oh, but It’s exciting. 1
‘passed him a tip'—lsn’t that the way
you men would say It?—that 1 had a
‘snap’ In view, but that I already had
a homestead In Arizona —and the
thing progresses. The mention of
Hampden and ‘snap’ did for him—and
I‘m all but over the brink of a fraudu
lent entry even now! He’s offered —
In my case, specially—to come down
on the price of my ‘patent* two hun
dred dollars—of course clandestinely;
I'm to say nothing about It to the
‘ring!’ Ye gods! I’m wild with the
luck. More later.”
February was passing. The days of
fitful sunlight were becoming more
frequent. The camp was bumming
with business. Silent, bent on the
thing In hand, the Indians worked
without need of encouragement.
The slough was bank-full and Its
surface was covered from dawn to
dark with a floor of logs slowly drift
ing on every tide downward to the
backwater.
At the slough’s mouth a huge cradle
was slowly forming In Its braces.
Here the little loading donkey puffed
and tooted, grappling many-ton tim
bers with Its two drag-hooks, placing
them here and there. The mass of
chains covered the bottom of the
cradle a few feet apart.
Twelve men worked continually at
the great marine monster, packing the
logs Inside the cradle, carrying the
giant chains up and over as the snug
floor reached the top, lacing the whole
together and at last lifting the center
gently, thus giving to tba thing its
likeness to a vast cigar.
A timber-scaler, sent down by the
Portland firm, was constantly in at
tendance.
A shack bad been thrown up at the
head of the raft and a watch was kept
by day and night
“We can’t trust Hampden a minute.
John,” said Sandry; "I’m learning sus
picion.” Indeed he was learning many
things. Only John Dally In the sanity
of his put nature watched this Johnny
Eastern take his rough knocks and
come up with his teeth set.
These two were growing together In
a slow affection. The big room had
In a Sense, become home to Sandry
Mystery and Loneliness Pressed Upon
the Wilderness.
and the evenings when Ma sat In her
little rocker and Siletr braided her
mats with Coosnah beside ber filled
his toll-worn boul with peace.
Tbe Preacher bad slipped away as
silently and mysteriously as be bad
come, with a blessing upon all and a
promise to return—"when you shall
need me. my children."
CHAPTER XV.
"There Is No Law for a Genius."
March came In like a lamb with
delicate weather, crystal dear and
opal bright, and with It came Mlaa
Ordway. Sandry was glad to see ber,
but the critical point was at hand and
he scarce took time to eat or sleep
from tbe great work of the contract.
The mammoth raft was ready, the
largest, according to Dally, that the
camp bad ever sent out in all Its life,
and a special boat from the Portland
Mills company would lay off Yaqulna
to receive it on the sixteenth.
Qn the night of the second. Daily
caught a glimmer of white on the Ho
tel. It was a paper, stuck in with a
thumb-tack.
"Watch your raft," It said, "for pow
der.”
That was all, and It was unsigned.
Daily told Sandry of the Incident and
showed the warning.
So for tbe remaining nights the
great raft was lighted from end to
end and four of the Indians patrolled
It In shifts, armed with rifles and un
der orders to shoot at the first sign of
trouble.
Tbe work went forward rapidly. Tbe
Slwaabes. born and raised In the Um
ber country, knew all the work of the
camp and they needed no driving.
They ware a godsend to Sandry la
the framing days and he earne to look
upon them with a wlia tohmsi
'Hi imni you w« serve diets,’"
he quoted to him—lf. “ for fhe't your
woman.* " And an odd sensation
prickled hla akin, tingled at the roota
of hla hair. Some way. somehow,
these were Slleta' people—these silent,
shiftless, well-taught creatures, who
made no use of their talents, yet who
did hard, unnecessary labor at the call
of the blood.
That night, with the raft and even
the two engines under guard and all
the length of track patrolled, he came
In tired, worn to a thin edge with
sleeplessness, tense and taut —a sing
ing wire, to meet Ml— Ordway.
She slipped her hand Into his arm
with a little, familiar gesture and
turned him about.
"Come along and relax," she said,
"you're almost hysterical."
“I believe I am,” —ld Sundry wea
rily, though he stepped out Into the
night, soft air—dy with the br—th of
spring as Is the way with the coast
country, where the seasons shoulder
each other suddenly for place, he
looked uneasily for SUetz.
“Let's go up to the old rollway. It's
deserted and I have things to tell
you—oh, many things!"
She laughed, her little rippling
laugh that was so soft and rich, and It
soothed the man's strained nerves like
a narcotic.
Miss Ordway sat down, or rather
climbed up, on a log that lay beßide
the rollway and drew her gray broad
cloth aside.
Sandry settled himself beside ber
and took off his hat. The soft, changed
breath of the night air was grateful
to him.
"Whe-ewl I’ll be thankful when this
strain Is over, that raft headed out to
sea and my contract fulfilled! I never
knew business was so strenuous."
Miss Ordway looked at him through
the dusk with admiring eyes.
"But look how you're succeeding!
Why, It’s great!"
“Yes—but for how much of It can
I thank myselff Hampden has me In
a bad hole about my gr—t East Belt —
the best timber In the region and the
base, practically, of the Dllllngwortb’s
future—and but for these Indians I
would be now—well, I bate to think
where I’d have been.”
"STi!" said Miss Ordway; “not so
fast about that bad hole. Instead. Mr.
Walter Sandry, we’ve got your friend
Hampden in the deepest hole he was
ever In In all hla life. In fact, when
we say the word, he’ll turn over the
East Belt with both hands.”
Sandry held out a hand and Miss
Ordway took It. not after her usual
manner of hall-fellow, but with a
gentle, proprietary motion. She tapped
the breast of her prlncesß gown.
“1 have right here copies of filings
on sixteen claims, all duly put through
by 'cash entry’ by as many different
men—and I know that Hampd— owns
all tbese numbers, that he furnlßhed
the money for building the —bins, tor
filing fees, for advertising, for final
proofs at the land office and for the
government price of the land. In re
turn for all this these bogus entry
men—your drifting gentry of the
spiked boots and the ‘turkey' In most
cases —received four hundred dollars
each for the breaking of their faith
with the government. No wonder
Hampden 1 Is rich!”
For a long moment Sandry sat in
a silence so deep that he ceased to
breathe. He was grasping the magnl
tude of tbe man’s daring—the gigantic
risk be ran with hla safety In the un
certain hands of sixteen men.
And also he was beginning to com
prehend, wonderlngly, the daring of
this woman, her finesse, ber clever
ness and her success.
“Wonderful!" he —ld at last; “It Is
past belief! And bow, for the love of
heaven, did you ever wind up that
commissioner to put his own head In
the noose by giving you those proofs?”
Miss Ordway looked away down the
fast darkening Blough, and there was
that in her narrowed, smiling eyes
which, had Sandry seen, would have
shocked him from her.
“He didn’t give,” she —ld oddly; “I
took.”
And something In the specch si
lenced the man.
“Sometimes,” went on this clever
woman, “one will take providing
there Is a gr—t enough Incentive. 1
had a great Incentive.” ■
She ceased, waiting, and against his
will Sandry supplied the question.
"What?”
“You,” said Miss Ordway In a whis
per.
With her pretty. Inimitable gesture
of daring she put up a hand, laid It
against his ch—k and drew his face
toward her.
“Boy.” she —ld In a curiously
choked tone, as If emotion dominated
her, “oh, boy! With your youth and
your eagerness, your Inherent strength
and your I—lng battle! Did you not
know that you were fire to me?”
She slipped off the log and stood be
fore him, her hands cl—ped aero— her
breast —d all her magnificent b—uty
a lure In the spring dusk.
“Ah!” she laughed recklessly, “you
have —t me flaming, like a line of fire
at night! And I care nothing that I
tell you—there Is no law for a gen
ius!”
And, turning swiftly, she went down
the slope, away from him, leaving him
she had done once before with hla
head whirling under the spell of her
b—uty and her daring. But this time
she had left tar more, for within him
there surged —d rioted emotions that
defied control —Joy and triumph —d
—rage d—lre to area scores with the
man who had cruelly pressed him.
relief at the prospect of —'ring so eas
ily bis last Belt and his future; and,
bursting through the rest, the tingle
at bar words, the amused comprehen
sion at than.
The days that fallowed ware hard
awes tor the imi owner of the DO-
Hngworth. Be did ant Bee that he had
taken the silent little alrl of the hills
and that the dominant, clever woman
of the world had taken hint. Tet such
were the facts In the vague, half
formed shape that affairs hadi as
sumed. '
With a splendid tact Ulss Ordwav
kept away from him, presenting at
such times as they chanced to meet
a' serene poise that was as charming
as her abandon had been that night
by the rollway. On the other hand.
Sllets watched him with troubled eyes.
There was that In features and voice
that frightened her, as a loving woman
Is ever frightened when trouble rides
the shoulder of the beloved.
Therefore one night soon after San
dry's talk with Miss Ordway, Sllets
followed him as he went to the office
after supper. It was a black night,
and Sundry was not aware of her pres
ence until a touch fell on his shoul-
Under Orders to Shoot at the First
Bign of Trouble.
der, almost as light and Bott as that
ot the mist upon hlB tace.
“Sandry," said Slletz.
lie turned swiftly and all the vex
atious ache of his heart seemed to cul
minate suddenly In a desire to take
her In his arms.
“Yes?" he said, yielding to the In
fluence ot the misty darkness and the
nearness of this girl who typified the
wild so alluringly, "the Night Wind
breathes upon my heart. Why Is It
Little S’letzT"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
PLAN NEW CITY FOR CHINA
Hankow, Destroyed In Revolution, May
Be Rebuilt in the Form of a
Triangular Island.
The recent agitation regarding the
proposed rebuilding of that part of
Hankow, China, destroyed during the
revolution, has developed Into plana
which may make the city ? triangular
lßland, and for this an English com
pany offered (in July, 1914) to furnish
$60,000,000 at the close of the war
then pending.
Commissioner Yan Tu has drawn up
a comprehensive plan of Improve
ment. One preliminary survey and one
minute survey have been made, and all
preparations for laying out the sites,
digging the new canal and construct
ing the river bridges are being active
ly pushed on.
The best part of the city Is now a
strip of land along the river Yangtze,
and this has been turned Into conces
sions, so that nothing can be done In
regard to It.
Next in importance Is the land be
tween the river and the old market
place, which Is the only area on which
developments can be made. As the
lower end of the market place Is con
nected with the concessions, no exten
sion can be made on that side.
At the rear Is a shallow lake, and
without great effort It cannot be
turned Into a market.
A comprehensive review of the situ
ation which recently appeared In the
Chinese National Oazette has met
with widespread approval. It says:
“The strip of land behind the conces
sions and the site of the lake are all
distant from the river, hence trans
portation Is difficult. Chinese com
merce should extend and expand, and
other undertakings must be effected.
“Those In charge of the project
now Intend to open a canal, beginning
at the upper part of the Han river,
extending along the rear of the con
cessions and Joining the Yangtze river.
Thus Hankow will be a triangular
Island.
"On every side of It vessels will
be able to cast anchor, and the de
velopment of industries and com
merce will go forward by leaps and
bounds.”
Philosophical Poodle.
Said the portly, paunchy poodle,
with the pie-bald, coae-shaped noodle,
“Quite likely yon detest my style and
breed. But to envy I'm a stranger. I’m
no dog in the manger. To let others
do their pleasure la my creed. I'm
aware that I'm no beauty. Still, I don't
think It my doty to worry o’er the
errors of the world. I prefer calm cogi
tation to pester and vexation, and to
lounge here with my candle tightly
furled." —Kansas City Btar.
She—" What's his penchant 7“ He—
“ Antiques." she (glaring through
lorgnette)—"ls that one of them with
Temperance
Notes
LABOR CONDEMNS SALOON.
“The time has come in this country
when even men who take an occasion
al drink and feel it their right and
privilege to do bo, if they please,
are coming to agree that it is not
right for a man to make it his busi
ness to cultivate the vices of a com
munity, and to take from men money
that belongs to their families, giving
them in exchange liquid madness, bru
tality, insanity and damnation.'*'
These words were spoken by Rev.
William B. Millard in an address at
a remarkable labor meeting held in
Garrick theater, Chicago. “The labor
union, like the church,” continued Mr.
Millard, “Should regard the open sa
loon as its greatest enemy. The time
has come, nay is so near, that the rosy
radiance of the glorious dawn already
greets our eyes, when the saloon will
be abolished and the barkeeper out
lawed, so that a man may no longer
be waylaid on payday and sent home
to his broken-hearted wife and terri
fied little ones a raging, loathsome,
penniless beast”
Tremendous applause greeted these
sentiments. The theater was packed
to utmost capacity with representa
tives of union labor.
RED ROSEB INBTEAD.
The place formerly occupied by one
of Spokane's most notorious saloons
is now a “brilliantly lighted, clean
smelling” market where “chops, cab
bages and groceries replace the foam
ing brew” once sold there in great
abundance. At the same counter
where “red noses” were formerly in
line, a fair maiden now dispenses
*red roses,” and at the site of the
former “big bar,” young men are now
busy dealing out fresh meats of all
kinds. Nobody but the former brew
er and saloonkeeper complains that
“business is ruined under prohibi
tion. “Spokane Is feeling right smart
pert under prohibition, thank you!”
CUTB CITY’S EXPENBEB.
Mayor Anderson of The Dalles, Ore
gon,, furnishes this bit of testimony:
“Since the first of the year, when
the prohibition law went into effect,
all lines of business have improved.
This changed condition is particular
ly noticeable in groceries and meat
markets, both cash business and col
lections showing a marked gain. The
following figures are taken frpm our
official records and show the effect
of prohibition on the police court:
Arrests foi Cost of Feeding
Drunkenness. City Prisoners.
Jan. and Feb.. 1912. 42 ,131.6!
Jan. and Feb., 1913 84 122.0!
Jan. and Feb., 1914, 137 189.7!
Jan. and Feb., 1915, 67 64.2.'
Jan. and Feb., 1916, 2 7!
TESTIMONY FROM ILLINOIS.
According to the records of the po
lice officials In Illinois dry cities have
75 per cent less crime to contend with
than wet cities of the same size. Au
rora, while under the saloon adminis
tration, had 1,005 arrests for drunken
ness, while in dry Rockford, with the
same population, there were only 719
arrests. Wet Joliet had 1,682 arrests
for drunkenness while dry Decatur had
966. Both towns are of the same size.
Still another Instance was the 3i819 ar
rests in East St. Louis as against 456
in dry Galesburg. The reports show
that the majority of these arrests was
due to the introduction of liquor from
the surrounding wet territory. >
TEETOTALERS WIN.
In Germany a walking contest was
conducted over a course of 62 miles.
Eighty-one men entered the contest,
of whom only 24 were abstainers, but
the first four men who crossed the line
were abstainers. Of the ten prize
winners, si* were teetotalers and two
had been abstaining for some time
while in training. More than half of
the non-abstainers fell out by the way,
but only two of the 24 abstainers.
THEY WORK ANYWAY.
"It’s the women,” growled _ a portly
saloonlst. "They are behind all of
this. They will find ouL If they are
going to run things, we are going to
let them work.” Whereupon, his quick
witted listener remarked, -The wives
of drinking men always have had to
work. If they have to choose between
a sober husband and work, or a drunk
en man and work anyway, I think
they will take the dry man.”
LAW WELL ENFORCED.
Following various rumors that the
prohibition law was being, violated the
chief of police of Centralis, Wash., of
fered S2O reward from his own purse
for Information leading to the convic
tion of a bootlegger. The chief de
clares there is not one in the city.
To a man who said he could get
whisky, the chief gave a dollar to buy
a bottle. The dollar was later re
turned.
MEN BUYING MORE CLOTHEB.
“Last year I hired a mao to go out
and work against state-wide prohibi
tion. It It were to be voted upon
again, I would employ a man to go out
and work for It. My business has in
creased 25 per cent since January 1.”
The man who said this Is in the
tailoring business In Portland, Ore.
EFFECTS OF LIQUOR.
Said one wife. "When my husband
drinks whisky, he soon gets stupid;
but when he drinks beer, he ms after
me with a knife!-