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AMERICANS MISTREATED IN MEXICO
Mayor appeared. His men stripped the house and took us to a bandit camp.
We were prisoners till February 18,1919. November 18,1918, my mother died
of slow starvation. This General Mayor was a personal friend of the bandit
Zapata. November 16, 1918, he sent me to Mexico City with a message for
Zapata, threatening to kill my husband if I were not back in two months. He
sent with me an Indian woman to watch me. I made the long trip on time and
we were finally set free."
Doctor Sturgis was beggared and wrecked physically. Mrs. Sturgis was
brutally treated.
IMPORTANCE OF OUR OUTDOOR LIFE
Maj. Gen. Hugh L. Scott, that dean
of American fighting men, strongly
urges that both state and federal aid
be given to every legitimate movement
to make attractive and perpetuate our
outdoor interests.
Hunting and fishing he places In
the front rank of outdoor sports, which
lie believes was one of the greatest
factors in making it possible for Uncle
Sam to cross the seas with an army
capable of standing the strain and
acquitting themselves as our boys did.
General Scott knows whereof he
peaks. Retired under the age limit,
ids robust body and keen mind per
mitted him to spring back into the har
ness at his country's call. He credits
his fitness to the clean outdoor life
lie has lead.
The most Important thing to keep
la mind Is the sensible conserving of
the game and fish we now have. No one
section of the country must be allowed
to overindulge Its natural wish to take game or fish to its own detriment or to
that of another section.- A spirit of conservation should dominate all.
Whether we perpetuate a species by artificial breeding and distribution
Or by common-sense restrictive legislation is not the point The fact is that
each and every American species must be saved and Increased to numbers
permitting at least some shooting. We cannot afford to demy or quibble over
doing a thing that must be done.
The senate has adopted a resolu
tion by Senator Polndexter, Repub
lican, of Washington (portrait here
with)! authorising the federal trade
commission to Investigate recent In
creases in the market price of fuel oU
In the United States, and especially on
the Pacific coast
Action by the senate was taken
after Senator Phelan, Democrat Cali
fornia, had charged that British Inter
ests were attempting to acquire vast
SU interests In California and that
Great Britain was endeavoring to cor
ner the world oil Industry. He de
clared that unless steps were taken
to encourage American oil operations
abroad the world's supply will be In
the bands of British nationals within
1 few years.
Under the resolution, the commis
sion is authorised to Investigate the
source and supply of oil In this coun
try- and also Inquire Into what cor-
ADMIRAL "ROUGH-HOUSE" RODMAN
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Dr. and Mrs. Charles T. Sturgls,
victims of Mexican outrages, have ar
rived in New Orleans and will prob
ably tell their story to congress. Doc
tor Sturgls Is an American dentist who
went to Mexico 20 years ago to prac
tice. He acquired a coffee plantation
worth $100,000 near Depolan in Chi
pas. In 1916 he married Miss Cora
Keenrlght in,Washington, D. a Mrs.
Sturgls' mother, sixty-five years old
and in delicate health, went to visit
the Depolan plantation. Here is Mrs.
Sturgis* story In brief:
"In January, 1918, we were raided.
The raiders were Carranzlsta soldiers
commanded by Capt. Leopolds Garcia
and Capt. Julio Castlllano. They over
ran the house, made all the plantation
hands quit and told us they would run
every American out of the country
Captain Garcia struck me with the
butt of his rifle.
"June 26, 1918, Gen. Rafael Cal
When Admiral Hugh Rodman first
came to the Pacific coast years ago as
a Junior officer soon after his gradua
tion from Annapolis he acquired the
sobriquet "Rough House" from men
and ofikers of the navy.
Returning now at the head of half
the American navy, he brings a deco
ration from the king of England, which
In that country would cause him to be
addressed "Sir Hugh" as a knightcom
mander of, the order of St Michael
and St George.
Admiral Rodman throughout his
naval career has been noted as a dis
ciplinarian. **He got things done," In
the words of die navy. Direct methods
of getting things done earned the title
"Rough House," bestowed hi affection
by his men and brother officers when
he was young. Tears later the same
qualities brought him distinction from
the British ruler, when Rodman was
commander of the Sixth battle squad-
ron of the grand fleet during the war with Germany. The order of knight
conferred on Admiral Rodman was similar to the distinction given Admiral
81ms by the British king at the same time, but neither officer could accept
because American regulations did not permit members of the military or naval
establishments accepting decorations from foreign nations. Later, acceptances
allowed.
JOHN BULL CORNERING FUEL OIL
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porate interests have conducted the production, refining and marketing of oil
Is As past few years, and whether there have been say Indications of illogical
restraint of trade sad unfair
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THE TOMAHAWK. WHITE EARTH. MINN.
Western Facade of the Palace.
IS more than 20 years since I
first saw that mighty Palace of the
Popes at Avignon which Prolssart
called "the finest and strongest
house in the world and the most im
portant occurrence in that period,
from the point of view of the architect
and the historian, is that In 1907 the
huge building was at last relieved from
Its dangerous task of sheltering sol
diers, who cared as little for Its beauty
as for its associations, writes Theodore
Andrea Cook in Country Life. It was,
perhaps, better to be the barracks of a
regiment than to be a prison like Tar
ascon, or a disintegrating ruin like
Beaucaire. But none of these three
glorious relics of Provencal history de
served so Ignominious a fate, and the
department of historic monuments
earned the thanks of every scholar by
its change of policy toward these
splendid castles of the storied Rhone.
One Invaluable result of clearing the
Palace of Avignon has been that foi
the first time It is possible to compare
the actual constructions of this ex
traordinary building with the records
preserved in the Vatican and investi
gated by Eugene Munts, Maurice Fan
con and F. Bhrle. This comparison
was carried on by Felix Digonnet, the
learned guardian of the museum at
Avignon, and when again the continent
is free ground for the curious traveler
I hope that visitors will be able not
only to see the whole of the palace,
but to understand the original Inten
tion of Its builders, and to realize the
skill and care with which all the an
cient masonry Is being preserved or
reproduced after the century of de
facement and neglect which followed
the most deliberate vandalism of the
Revolution.
Color and Masslveness.
The vast and deserted esplanade In
front of this giant block of masonry
is' a fitting framework to so massive a
memorial of dead majesty, and the
whole atmosphere of the scene is as
different as possible from anything
you have passed on your way through
the modern town from the railway
station of the republic. The exquisite
color of the pale gold masonry"teinte
unlforme de feullle seche," said Henri
BeyleIs one of the loveliest attributes
of the buildings of Provence, as It Is
of our own Dorsetshire houses but It
is the titanic strength and elemental
pride of this enormous building which
first Impress themselves on the be
holder who stands before Its ruined
western entrance gate. The huge and
bony carcass of somoe creature of the
prime, fossilized In bygone ages of the
world, and couchant still within Its
ancient lair, seems brooding like some
monstrous menace over the Valley of
the Rhone. Ruined and mutilated, as
it Is, of all its former splendor, this
cliff of cut stone stands stupendous
above the petty highways of our small
er life.
The octagonal turret Jutting from
the tower immediately on your left
of the main entrance preserves, In Its
name of "The White Cardinal," the
memory of that humbly born Cister
cian monk who, In December, 1335, as
sumed the title of Benedict XII, and
really began the foundation of the
palace as we see it Two-thirds of
the whole, at any rate, be planned
and his is the portion that is the sim
plest and strongest of it all.
No marble was used anywhere In the
palace, which was wholly of French
workmanship and Provencal design,
with the square towers which mainly
differentiate that school from the
round-towered style of the French
tings which Is so massively exhibited
In the contemporary Fort St Andre
Just across the river. The deeply
carved machicolations, still to be seen
here and there and originally placed
on every tower and wall, bad only Just
been Introducedbaby the end of the
fourteenth- century. Those on the
great facade are the largest In the
world, sometimes two yards In length
by 18 Inches'deep, sufficient to hurl
down timbers that could sweep a
dozen storming ladders off the wall or
rush a whole company of sappers.
The only luxury observable In the
'-.ce was to be found In its interior
furniture, which has wholly disap
peared. Nothing but the solidity and
Imposing strength of its exterior walls
remain to hint at what Frolssart so
much admired.
The old pontifical chapel of John
XXII, enlarged by Benedict XII
and since restored, Is now the reposi
tory of the archives of the province,
and forms the extreme northern line
of buildings between the Tour de
Trouillas at the northeastern corner
and the Tour de la Campane at the
northwest. Benedict's work was built
above the older structure, originally
the parish church of St. Stephen, by
Pierre Polsson of Mlrepoix in 1335.
For some time It was turned to the
base uses of a common gaol, and it
was Revoil who designed its present
barrel-vault at a height from the
ground which is equivalent to that of
the two original buildings one above
the other. Their frescoes by Pierre
du Puy have all disappeared but we
know that his workmen were paid four
shillings a day of our money. While he
had nearly 20 and that their colon
were white, green, sky blue, indigo
blue, vermilion, saffron, and so forth,
laid on with white of egg, with olive
oil and linseed oil, and garnished with
fine gold. In 1336 Benedict XII finished
the tiling of the floors, and some re
mains of them are preserved In the
Musee Calvet In the town. This chapel
was not used for more than. 30 years,
and was gravely damaged by fire hi
1392. Its place was taken by the far
more splendid building of Clement VI
on the south side of the main court
yard.
Tour Dee Anges.
Returning to the courtyard we find
In the Tour des Anges, at the angle oi
the eastern wall, one of the best pre
served of all Benedict's buildings. It
was originally entered from the In
terior of the palace only, and the steep
slope of the rock outside enabled the
architect to build two more stories
there than are visible from the court
yard. It forms a building 48% meters
high on the plan of a perfect square,
with a strong buttress pillar at each
angle and walls more than ten feet
thick and nearly 00 feet long. Its
cellars contained the pope's private
stock of wine. Above the wine cellar
was the lower treasury, with its four
pointed vaults resting on a central
pillar without base or capital, all
strongly guarded by huge locks and
lronbound doors.
Immediately above this was Bene
dict Xll's bedroom, which was used
by Clement VH in 1870, and called the
"Chamber of the Flying Stag," from
one of the many frescoes still discover
able beneath multitudinous layers of
military whitewash. Two windows
with stone seats in their embrasures
look out over the entrance court, and
by a third you see across the valley
of the Rhone to the blue shadows of
the distant A'pa. Several of the secret
stairways, carved in the thickness of
the walls, by which the Pope reached
various parts of his palace, can still
be clearly traced. Above his holiness
was a library filled with precious
manuscripts, and higher still is a
larger apartment from which soldiers
could defend the whole tower against
attack, called the chatelet. This tow
er, the work of Pierre Polsson, may
be taken as typical of the rest and
was two years In the building from
April 23, 1335. The roof was paid for
on March 18,1837.
On the left of the spectator, and
continuing the east wing of the court
yard toward the north, are the other
private apartments of the Pope, de
signed by Bernard Canelle of Nor
bonne. The appalling reconstruction*
necessitated by tike barracks have al
most entirely destroyed the original
conception, but the minute details re
corded in the Vatican are more than
sufficient to replace Canelle's design
in good time. This comprised the
Pope's private kitchen and wardrobe,
his dining room, his study and his ora
tory. Behind It and in the angle of
the Tour des Anges, Is the little Tout
des Etuves, where his holiness took
his bath, above the chamberlain's
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Force of Words
By JANE OSBORN
(Copyriftu. mt. by tb* MeClw* News
paper Syndicate.)
"But he says he has something im
portant to say," protested the snub
nosed little office girl. "Anyhow, Miss
Peterson, he's been here three times
today, and if you don't see him now
he'll Just keep on coming."
Miss Peterson seemed absurdly small
for the large swivel chair In which she
sat and, as you looked closely, absurdly
young for the ponderous rolltop desk
before her. Then, if you hod looked
again you would have wished that,
because she was so young and petite,
she might have had enough sunshine
and fresh air in her days to put a
little more color in ber cheeks and a
little more life in those blue eyes that
obviously were meant to be more
sparkling than they were.
"Did you ask him to write It?" she
asked wearily.
"Yes, but he says it's important," re
Iterated the girl.
"If it's important, Peg," explained
Jane Peterson,'who had a way of ex
plaining things to the indefatigable
little office girl, "if it's very Important
he had better write it, because I can
write so much better than I can talk,
and I might have to make some impor
tant answer, and if I had to say It, I
wouldn't know how, Peg," she went on,
dipping her pen in Ink in order that
she might go on signing the letters that
lay before her, and then regarding the
point of the pen almost affectionately.
"It seems as if I could write almost
anything, but when It comes to saying
them I'm stumped."
"Then I'll tell him to come in?"
"Yes," and there was resignation and
weariness In the tone.
"But Peg," and Jane showed more
Interest, "what does he look like? Do
you suppose he wants to sell a history
of Napoleon on installments or to get
me to have my life Insured?"
"He is no agent," announced Peg,
loyally. "And he doesn't look like the
people you see around here. He's big
and Just a little rough looking. Just a
little like the movie actors when they
are fixed up to look like cattle rangers
or something. Not the way he's
dressed, but the way he walks and the
look of his face."
"Well, send him In," and Jane again
lapsed Into resignation and weariness.
Thus Peter Trevis was ushered into
the office of Jane Peterson, and Peggy
closed the door as she went out of the
room, although It usually stood open.
If he had something really Important
to say, reasoned the romantic Peggy,
maybe It was to propose, and she was
sure he wouldn't want to have the
whole outside office hear It.
But Peter Trevis did not want to
proposeat least he didn't want to
propose marriage. With considerable
abruptness he got down to the business
In hand and to begin with produced a
cr.u*ed and well-worn sheet torn from
one of the popular agricultural publi
cations. He spread It out on the slide
of Jane's desk, and Jane blushed as
she beheld the words, In display type,
of one of her own compositions.
"Increase your income 100 per cent"
were the words of the first line, and
then more words of an equally dicta
torial nature, assuring the farmer or
tanchman that by learning how to use
a typewriter and how to write com
pelling business letters he could, In
spare minutes double bis income. All
that was necessary was to buy a type
writer, which he was assured he could
lei.rn to operate within a few weeks
by "our new lightning method," and
take a course of fifty lessons In "force
ful letter writing," and the purchase
and use for future reference of some
dozen or so books on business and busi
ness English, any one of which would
bo worth the price of the entire course.
"You wrote that, didn't you?" de
manded Peter, becoming aware, as did
all who entered Jane's sanctum, that
she really was too small and too young
for the heavy oak furniture.
"Yes," she faltered, and then groped
In her mind for something to say. For
Jane was not glib, when it came to
talking.
"Well, I want to tell you that Pve
come all the way from Oregon Just to
meet you and show yon that and to
say to you. Just as I did now: 'You
wrote that didn't you7 I didn't write
to tell you because I can talk better
than I can write. Now, what are you
going to say?"
"I don't believe I am going to say
anything,*" faltered Jane, feeling ex
tremely uncomfortable.
"Nothing? You aren't going to de
fend yourself or explain or anything?
Out there in Oregon I own and operate
a rather sizeable prune ranch, and
there are enough trees on that place
Tlo that In a few years. If they are
pioperly marketed, I could buy ort
why, I could buy out this entire plant"
He waved his hand rather scornfully
toward the surrounding offices of the
Union Correspondence school. "The
trouble is. Just running that place is
enough to keep one man busy, and I
didn't want to take the chances with
a partner to take the business end of
it. The result is that I haven't mar
keted my prunes to the best advantage.
I read that darned advertisement of
yours, and I fell for it and was con
vinced that I could do what you said
I could. So I bought the whole out
fit and began the lessons."
"But I wrote only the advertise-
ment," protested Jane. "I had noth
ing to do with the course. Ton see, I
write all the advertisements from
points suggested by the people that
get out the different courses."
"Yes, but It was that advertisement,"
said the prune grower, wagging his lin
ger threateningly at the sheet that was
stretched before them.
"It was that advertisement that per
suaded me to do It Well, I thumped
that typewriter every night for a
month and, honest, I can't do a thing
with it, and I read the books and took
the lessons and when it comes to writ
ing forceful sales letters Tm just where
I always was."
"Well?" queried Jane, feeling that
the worst of the storm was over.
"Only this," went on Peter. "That
when I got thoroughly disgusted and
woke up to the fact that I'd been bun
coed, I just made up my mind that I'd
come East, if it cost me a thousand
dollars, just to lambaste the fellow
that wrote that advertisement and bun
coed me. I had got as far as Chicago
when I saw things a little different-
ly."
"Then you aren't going to lambatite
me?" And Jane managed to laugh a
little, but Peter went on without heed
ing the interruption.
"It came over me all of a sudden
there in Chicago that if the fellow that
wroto that advertisement could make
me buy that typewriter and take that
course when I'd never been buncoed
before, why he could write letters that
would sell my prune crop for the big
gest money. He could take the sales
end of the business and It would pay
to offer him a good salary. So I bad
a different motive after I left Chi-
cago."
"Now, I suppose you are vexed with
me because I'm not a man," suggest
ed June.
"I hadn't quite thought things out
yet," he Informed her. "I didn't know
until just now that it was a girl. That
never occurred to me. The youngster
out there didn't tell me. I Just showed
her the advertisement and said I want
ed to see the fellow that wrote It, and
she said I wanted to see the ad writer
and the ad writer was too busy, and
so I kept coming until this time she
let me In."
Thero was quite an awkwavd silence
and then their eyes metJane's and
Peter'sand Jane said: "I'm sorry,"
and Peter asked her why.
"Because I feel as if I'd got you
all the way from Oregon and
now you can't lambaste meIt
wouldn't be fair, when you are so
big and I'm so littleand you can't
ttilce me back as your business manager
either."
Peter assured her that she need not
feel guilty, because as it happened, he
had been able to put over a deal In
some land he owned In Oregon that
would mean many times what the trip
Hast had costa deal that he could
not possibly have managed by letter.
Then Peter looked at Jane sitting there
in the big chair and told her he was
lonely in the strange city and asked
her to have dinner with him. Jane re
fused by Inviting him to have dinner
with her at her brother's apartment
where she made her home.
Peter spent only a week In the East
ern city of correspondence schools,
but If he had spent a year he would
have been no surer that Jane was the
one girl In the world with whom ho
wished to share the fortune that is
sure to come to him from his prune
ranch. Now he has gone back to see
about having a rather gorgeous house
bnilt for his bride in place of the bunk
cabin of his bachelor days.
COUNTRY OF MANY WONDERS
Description of Marvels of Madagascar
Worthy Only of Pen in Hands
of Genius:
Madagascar, the great African Is
land, at certain altitudes on her pla
teaus, permits the European visitor the
enjoyment and the surprise of picking
a strawberry or a peach. Madagascar
Is the land of marvelous contrasts and
of Immensely long names. The royal
city, Tananarive, also known as An
tananarivo, has an ancient palace,
Manamplsoa, and another native
wooden structure, Andrlanampolnl
merina. The city has a park, Ambo
hijatovo, a fortress built on a hill,
Ambohijanaharu, and a prime minis
ter, Rainllairivonu. The traveler de
scribing Madagascar In the pages of
the Anglo-French Review scatters Af
rican names up and down his pages
with a wonderfully exotic effect To
African sounds he adds delicate
touches of African color. The flowers
of Tananarive excite his admiration,
and no wonder 1 The roadside hedges
are of lilac, mimosa, and wild rose.
Lake Itasy, with Its green banks and
its surrounding mountains, affords the
contrast of the monstrous alligator
and the lovely gracefulness of the
egret, or the long rose wings of the
flamingo. Under Its surface, eels, In
the shimmering of the water, turn red
or black according to the color varia
tions of the lake bottom. This strange
land of the Hovas is Africa. Flaubert's
terre de predilection, and calls for his
pen.
Had Something.
A well-known comedian was sitting
In his drawing room when his servant
entered and said:
"If you please, sir, there's a man at
the front door, and he wants to know
if you conld give him pass for his
wife and six children to see the per*
formnnce, as he's out of work."
"Who is the man?"
"I don't know, sir."
"He must be a madman," exclaimed
the comedian. "Has he got bis facul
ties about him?"
"IIII think not sir." stam
mered the maid. "He's got something
tied up in a red handkerchief,''

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