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PAGE SIX
SISTERS
By KATHLEEN NORRIS
Copyright by Kathleen Norris
PETER’S RETURN.
Synopsis—Doctor Strickland, re
tired. Is living in Mill Valley, near
San Francisco. His family consists
of his daughters. Alix, 21, and
Cherry, 18, and Anne, his niece, 24.
Their closest friend is Peter Joyce,
a lovable sort of recluse. Martin
Uoyd, a visiting mining engineer,
wins Cherry, marries her and car
ries her off to El Nldo, a mine
town. Peter realizes that he loves
Cherry. Justin Little woos Anne.
Cherry comes home for Anne's
wedding. Cherry realizes her mar
riage is a failure. Peter tells Cher
ry of his "grand passion,” without
naming the girl. Martin comes for
Cherry. Martin and Cherry drift
apart.
CHAPTER IX.
In January, however, he came home
one noon to find her hatted and
wrapped to go.
‘‘Oh, Mart—lt’s Daddy!” she said.
"He’s Ul—l’ve got to see him! He’s
awfully 111."
‘‘Telegram?” asked Martin, not par
ticularly pleased, but not unsympa
thetic, either.
For answer she gave him the yellow
paper that was wet with her tears.
“Dad ill,” he read. ‘‘Don’t worry.
Come If you can. Alix.”
“I’ll Bet It’s a put-up job between
you and Alix—” Martin said In indul
gent suspicion.
Her Indignant glance sobered him;
he hastily arranged money matters and
that night she got off the train in the
dark wetness of the valley, and was
inet by a rush of cool and fragrant
air. Cherry got a driver, rattled and
jerked up to the house In a surrey,
and Jumped out, her heart almost suf
focating her.
Alix came flying to the door; the
old lamplight and the odor of wood
smoke poured through. There was
no need for words; they burst Into
tears and clung together.
An hour later Cherry, feeling as If
she was not the same woman who
waked in Red Creek this same morn
lag and got Martin’s eggs and coffee
crept into her father’s room.
Alix had warned her to be quiet, but
at the sight of the majestic old gray
head and the fine old hands clasped
together on the sheet, her self-control
forsook her entirely and she fell to
her knees and began to cry again.
The nurse looked at. her disapprov
ingly, but after all, it made little dif
ference. Dr. Strickland roused only
once again and that was many hours
later. Cherry and Alix were still
keeping their vigil; Cherry, worn out,
had been dozing; the nurse was rest
ing on a couch in the next room.
Suddenly both daughters were wide
awake at the sound of the hoarse yet
familiar voice. Alix fell on her knees
and caught the cold and wandering
hand.
“What is it, darling?” The old, half
joking maternal manner was ail in
earnest now.
"Peter?” he said thickly.
‘‘Peter’s in China, dear. You remem
ber that Peter was to go around the
world? You remember that, Dad?”
“No—” he said musingly. They
thought he slept again, but he present
ly added : "Somewhere In Matthew—
no, in Mark—Mark is the human one
—Mark was as human as hls Mas
ter—”
“Shall I read you from Mark?” Alix
asked, as hls voice sank again. A
shabby old Bible always stood at her
I’ather’s bedside; she reached for it,
and making a desperate effort to
•steady* tier voice, began to read. The
.place was marked by an old letter,
and opened at the chapter, he seemed
to desire, for as she read he seemed
to be drinking In the words. Once
they heard him whisper, "Wonderful I”
Cherry got up on the bed and took
the splendid dying head in her arms;
the murky winter dawn crept in and
the lamp burned sickly in the daylight.
Hong could be heard stirring. Alix
closed the book and extinguished the
lamp. Cherry did not move.
“Charity!” the old man said pres
ently, in a simple, childish tone. Later,
with bursts of tears, in ail the utter
desolation of the days that followed.
Cherry loved to remember that hls
last utterance was her name. But
Al’x knew*, though she never said it,
that it was to another Charity he
spoke.
• •••*•**
Subdued, looking younger and thin
ner in their new black, the sisters
came downstairs, ten days later, for
a business talk. Peter had been named
as one executor; but Peter was far
away, and It was a pleasant family
friend, a kindly old surgeon of Dr.
Strickland’s own age, or near It, and
the lawyer, George Sewnll, the other
executor, who told them about their
affairs. Anne, as co-helress, was pres
ent at this talk, with Justin sitting
close beside her. Martin, too, who
had come down for the funeral, was
there.
The house went to the daughters;
there were books and portraits for
Anne, a box or two In storage for
Anne, and Anne waa mentioned In the
only will as equally Inheriting with
Alexandra and Charity. For some
legal reawon that the lawyer and Dr.
Younger made clear, Anne could not
fully inherit, but her share would be
only a trifle less than her cousins’.
Things had reached this point when
Justin Little calmly and confidently
claimed that Anne's share was to be
based upon an old loan of Anne’s fa
ther to hls brother, a loan of three
thousand dollars to float Lee Strick
land’s invention, with the understand
ing that Vincent Strickland be subse
quently entitled to one-third of the re
turns. As the patent lyid been sold
for nearlj* one hundred and fifty thou
sand dollars, one-third of it, with ac
cumulative Interest for ten years, of
which no payment had ever been made
Anne, was a large proportion of the
entire estate, and the development of
this claim, In Justin Little’s assured,
woodeny voice, eaused every one to
look grave.
The estate was not worth one hun
dred and fifty thousand dollars now,
by any means; it had been reduced to
little more than two-thirds of that
sum, and Anne’s bright concern that
every one should be satisfied with
what was right, and her ingenuous
pleasure in Justin’s cleverness in
thinking of this possibility, were met
with noticeable coldness.
If Anne was wrong, and the paper
she held in her hand worthless, each
girl would inherit a comfortable little
fortune, but if Anne was right. Cherry
and Alix would have only a few thou
sand dollars apiece, and the old home.
The business talk was over before
any of them realized the enormity of
Anne’s contention, and Anne and Jus
tin had departed. But both the old
doctor and the lawyer agreed with
Martin that it looked as if Anne was
right, and when the family was alone
again, and had had the time to digest
the matter, they felt as if a thunder
bolt had fallen across their lives.
“That Anne could do it!” Alix said,
over and over. Cherry seemed dazed,
spoke not at all, and Martin had said
little.
“People w’ill do anything for mon
ey !” he observed once drily. He had
met Justin sternly. “I’m not thinking
of my wife’s share —I didn’t marry her
for her money; never knew* she had
any I But I’m thinking of Alix.”
“Yes—we must think of darling
Alix I” Anne bad said, nervously eager
that there should be no quarrel. “If
Uncle Lee intended me to have all this
money, then I suppose I must take it,
but I shan’t be happy unless things are
arranged so that Alix shall be com
fortable !”
“B-but the worst of it Is, Alix!”
Cherry stammered, suddenly, on the
day before she and Martin were to
return to Red Creek, “I—l counted on
having enough—enough to Jive my own
For Answer She Gave Him the Yellow
Paper That Was Wet With Tears.
life! Alix, I can’t—l can’t go back!”
“Why, my darling—” Alix exclaimed,
ns Cherry began to cry In iter arms,
“My darling, it is as bad as alt that?”
“Oh, Alix,” whispered the little sis
ter, trembling, "I can’t bear It. You
don’t know how* I feel. You and Dad
were always here; now that’s all gone
—you’re going to rent the house and
try to teach singing—and I’ve nothing
to look forward to —I've nobody!”
“Listen, dear,” Alix soothed her. “If
they advise* it, and especially if Peter
advises It w hen he gets back, we’P. fight
Anne. And then if we win our fight,
i'll always keep the valley house open.
And if we don’t, why I’m going to visit
you and Martin every year, and per
haps I'll have a. little apartment some
day—l don’t Intend to board always—”
But she was crying, too. Everything
seemed changed, cold and strange; she
had suspected that Cherry’s was not a
successful marriage; she knew* it now,
and to resign the adored little sister
to the unsympathetic atmosphere of
Red Creek, and to miss all the old
life and the old associations, made her
heart ache.
“There’s —there’s nothing, special,
Cherry?” she asked after a while.
“With Martin? Oh, no,” Cherry an
swered, her eyes dried, and her pack
ing going on composedly, although her
voice trembled* now and then. “No,
it’s just that 1 get bad moods,” she
said, bravely. “I was pretty young to
marry at all, I guess.”
“Martin loves you,” Alix suggested
timidly.
“He takes me for granted ” Cherry
said, after a pause. “There doesn’t
seem to be anything alive in the feel
ing between us,” she added, slow’ly. “If
he says something to me, I make an
effort to get his point of view before
I answer. If I tell him some plan of
mine, I can see that he thinks It sounds
crazy! I don’t seem very domestic—
that’s all. I —l try. Really, I do!
But —” and Cherry seemed to brace
herself in soul and body—“but that’s
marriage. I’ll try again!”
She gave Alix a long kiss in parting,
the next day, and clung to her.
“I’ll write you about the case, and
wire you if you’re needed, and see you
soon I” Alix said, cheerfully. Then she
turned and went back Into the empty
house, keeping back her tears until the
sound of the surrey had quite died
away.
CHAPTER X.
Alexandra Strickland, coming down
(he stairway of the valley house on an
April evening, glanced curiously at the
door. Only eight o’clock, but the day
had been so long and so quiet that she
had fancied that the hour was much
later, and had wondered who knocked
so late.
She crossed to the door and opened
It to darkness and rain, and to a man
in a raincoat who whipped off a spat
tered cap and stood smiling in the
light of the lamp she held. Instantly,
with a sort of gasp of surprise and
pleasure and some deeper emotion, she
set down the lamp, and held out her
hands gropingly and went Into hls
arms. He laughed joyously as he
kissed her, and for a minute they
clung together.
“Peter!” she said. “You angel—
when did you arrive and what are you
doing, and tell me all about It!”
“But Alix—you’re thin!” Peter said,
holding her at arm’s length. “And —
and —” He gently touched the black
she wore, and fixed puzzled and
troubled eyes upon her face. “Alix—”
lie asked, apprehensively.
For answer she tried to smile at
him, but her lips trembled and her
eyes brimmed. She had led the way
into the old sitting room.
“You heard —about Dad?” Alix fal
tered, turning to face him at the man
tel.
“Your father!" Peter said, shocked.
“But hadn’t you heard, Peter?”
“My dear —my dearest child. I’m
just off the steamer. I got in at six
o’clock. I’d been thinking of you all
the time, and I suddenly decided to
cross the bay and come straight on to
the valley, before I even went to the
club or got my mail I Tell me—your
father —”
She had knelt before the cold
hearth, and he knelt beside her, and
they busied themselves with logs and
kindling In the old way. A blaze
crept up about the logs and Alix ac
cepted Peter’s handkerchief and
wiped a streak of soot from her wrist,
quite as if she was a child again, as
she settled herself In her chair.
Peter took the doctor’s chair, keep
ing his concerned and sympathetic
eyes upon her.
“He was well one day,” she said,
simply, “and the next—the next, he
didn’t come downstairs, and Hong
waited and waited —and about nine
o’clock I went up—and he had fallen
—he had fallen—”
She was in tears again and Peter
put ids hand out and covered hers'and
held it.
“He must have been going to call
some one,” said Alix, after a while,
“they said he never suffered at all.
This was January, the last day, and
Cherry got here the same night. He
knew us both toward morning. And
that —that was all. Cherty wrs here
for two weeks. Martin cune and
went —”
“Where Is Cherry now?” Peter in
terrupted.
“Back at Red Creek.” Alix wiped
her eyes. “She hates It, but Martin
had a good position there. Poor
Cherry, it made her ill.”
“Anne came?”
“Anne and Justin, of course.” Peter
could not understand Alix’s expres
sion. She fell silent, still holding his
band and looking at the fire.
He looked at her with a great rush
of admiration and affection. She was
not only a pretty and a clever wom
an ; but, in her plain black, with this
•new aspect of gravity and dignity, and
with new notes of pathos and appeal
In her exquisite voice, he realized that
she was an extremely charming wom
an.
Before he said good-by to her, he
had asked her to marry him. He well
remembered her look of bright and In
terested surprise.
“D’you mean to tell me you have
forgotten your lady love of the hoop
skirts and ringlets?” she had de
manded.
“No,” Peter had told her, frankly.
“I shall always love her, in away.
But she Is married; she never thinks
of me. And I like you so much, Alix;
I like our music and cooking and
iinnipb and reading— togeiner. isn't
that a pretty good basis, for mar
riage?”
‘•No’’’ Alix had answered, decidedly.
“Perhaps if I were madly in love with
you I should say yes, and trust to
little lingers to lead you gently, and
I so on—”
He remembered ending the conver
sation in one of his quick moods of
irritation against her. If she couldn’t
take anybody or anything seriously—
he had said.
Poor Alii: —she was taking life seri
ously enough touight, Peter thought,
as he watched her.
J'TelT me about Cherry,” he said.
“Cherry is well, bdt just a little thin,
and heartbroken now, of course. Mar
tin never seems to stay at any one
place very long, so I keep hoping—”
“Doesn’t make good!” Peter said,
shaking his head.
“Doesn’t seem to! It’s partly Cher
ry, I think,” Alix said honestly. “She
was too young, really. She never
quite settles down, or takes lite in
earnest. But he’s got a contract now
for three years, and so she seems to
be resigning herself, and she has a
inn Id, I believe.”
“She must love him,” Peter submit
ted. Alix looked surprised.
“Why not?” she smiled. “I suppose
when you’ve had ups and downs with
a man, and been rich and poor, and
sick and well, and have lived in half
a-dozen different places, you rather
take him for granted !” she added.
“Oh, you think it works that way?”
Peter asked, with a keen look.
“Well, don’t you think so? Aren’t
tots of marriages like that?”'
“You false alarm. You quitter!” he
answered. Alix laughed, a trifle guilt
ily. Also she flushed, with a great
wave of splendid young color that
made her face look seventeen again.
"Your father left you—something,
Alix?” Peter asked presently, with
some hesitation.
“That,” she answered frankly, “is
where Anne comes In
"Anne?”
“Anne and Justin came straight
over,” Alix went on, “and they were
really lovely. Doctor Younger and
George Sewall were here every day;
you and George were named as execu
tors. I was so mixed up in policies
and deeds and overdue taxes and in
terest and bonds—”
“Poor old Alix, if I had only been
here to help you !” the man said. Ami
for a moment they looked a little con
sciouslyat each other.
“Well, anyway,” the girl resumed
hastily, “when it came to reading the
will, Anne and Justin sprung a mine
under us! It seems that ten years
ago, when the Strickland patent Are
extinguisher was put upon the mar
ket, my adorable father didn’t have
much money—he never did have,
somehow. So Anne’s father, my Un
cle Vincent, went into it with him to
the extent of about three thousand
dollars —”
“Three thousand !” Peter, who had
been leaning forward, earnestly at
tentive, echoed in relief.
“That was .all- Dad had about
three hundred. Dad did all the work,
and put in his three hundred, and Un
cle Vincent put in three thousand —
and the funny thing is,” Alix broke
off to say, musingly, “Uncle Vincent
was perfectly splendid about it; I my
self remember him saying, ‘Don’t
worry, Lee. I’m speculating on my
own responsibility, not yours.’ ”
“Well?" Peter prompted, as she hes
itated.
“Well. They had a written agree
ment then, giving Uncle Vincent a
third interest in the patent, should It
be sold or put on the market—”
“Ha I” Peter ejaculated, struck.
“Which, of course, was only a little
while before Uncle Vincent died,” Alix
went on, with a grave nod. “The
agreement lay in Dad’s desk all these
years—fancy how easily he might
have burned it many’s the time! But
he didn’t. George Bewail says that
Anne is right. They’ve broken the
will.”
Peter, in the silence, whistled ex
pressively.
“Gee-rusalem 1” he exclaimed. “What
does it come to?”
At this Alix looked very sober,
gazed down at the Are and shook her
head.
“All he had!” she answered, briefly.
Peter v.as silent, looking at her in
stupefaction.
“Almost, that is,” Alix amended
more cheerfully. “As It was —we
should have had more than thirty
thousand apiece. As it is, Anne gets
it all, or if not quite ad, nearly all."
“Gets I” he echoed, hotly. "How do
you mean?”
“It seems to be perfectly Just,” the
girl answered, rather lifelessly. But
immediately Rhe laughed. “Don’t look
so awful, Peter. In the first place,
Cherry and I still have the house. In
the second place, I am singing at St.
Raphael’s for five hundred a year, and
singing other places now and then.
Anyway, I’m glad you’re home again,
Peter!” she added.
“Home again,” he answered, hnlf
angrily. “I should hope I am—and
high time, too! Has this—this money
been turned over to Anne?”
“Not yet. Nobody gets anything
until the estate is cleared —a year or
more from now. There are some
things to be thankful for,” Alix added,
dashing the sudden tears from her
eyes, "and one is that Dad never knew
It!”
“Dear old Alix!” he said, put
ting his arm about her.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
The annual cost of maintaining one
soldier in Germany Is 25,000 marks
(normally $0,250). _ . _
LEAGUE AGENTS
ONLY WANT GOIN
HERE IS A STORY THAT WILL AP
PLY TO MOST ANY TOWN
IN THE STATE.
One of the first moves made by rad
ical organizations seeking membership
among the farmers is to cause the farm
er to distrust those in town with whom
lie does business, and when the busi
ness men of the community resent this
sort of thing, then the farmer is urged
by the radical organizer to “get even
with the business man” by charging
everything when he can’t pay cash,
and when he has cash send to some
mall order house for his goods.
Recently, In a certain farming com
munity In this state, a local merchant
was told a farmer he hi».d bten
carrying for jears had sent away for
a bill of goods, cash of course being
remitted with the order. The mer
chant called the man Into the store
and asked him if this story was true.
The man said it was. Asked why,
when he had money he sent it away,
the man replied that the merchant was
opposed to the organization which he,
the farmer, had joined, and that he
took this method of "getting even.’’
The merchant sought to show the man
by correct and trustworthy data that
the organization was not one in th*
interest of the farmer; that the organ
izer who was preaching distrust had
but one object—to get the farmer’s
eighteen dollars. The farmer replied
this was not true; that the organiza
tion was to help the farmers, and that
the business men in town were useless
middlemen who were living off the
earnings of the farmers and producing
nothing themselvek.
• • •
“Jim,” said tlie merchant, “if that Is
the way you feel about this, just pay
what you owe me and don’t come In
again for credit"
“But,” returned Jim, “I haven’t the
money to pay you.”
“Probably that is true,” replied the
merchant, “but you had money to send
to a mall order house. Does it strike
you fnlr since I have never refused to
grant you credit that you take money
you should have paid me and send it
away to perfect strangers?”
A Plain Talk.
“Jim,” continued the merchant, “last
year when you wanted some help to
buy your school a piano, you came to
me, the banker, the lumber dealer, the
manager at the electric light plant,
and others in town, and we gave.
When your people thought you wanted
a minister in your district, you came
In to the same men, and we gave.
When you had a ball team of which
you were proud, and we were proud,
and you wanted to fix them out with
uniforms, you came in and we all gave.
Did we then appear to you as heart
less, useless middle men. living off
what you made? Did this organizer who
has you hypnotized, or the mall order
house you sent your money to, give
anything? When one of your dry farm
era died and it was found he did not
have a dollar, was It the business men
of this towii who saw he was decently
burled and sent bis family back East
to friends, or was it this organizer and
the mail order house? And, Jim, do
these smooth organizers and the mall
order houses pay any taxes to keep
up your schools keep up this county
and this state?
Every One Got Hit.
“You think you have been terribly
hit by the slump, and so you have, but
do you think we in town have escaped:
I happen to know the stockholders of
the bank over on the corner have dug
down for an assessment of 100 per cent
on their stock to preserve the credit of
this community. We are nil skating on
mighty thin ice. If every account on
my books was Just half paid I would
have cash enough to take care.of my
bills and be on easy street instead of
laying awake nights wondering just
what the next day is going to bring
forth. I am surviving wholly because
the wholesale houses I owe are trying
to be as lenient with rne as I am with
those who owe me. If I would stop
paying them what cash I ran, and give
that cash to some one else, how long do
you think they would stand it? Hon
estly, Jim, do you for a minute think
these strangers, organizers for this
movement because of the money there
is in it for them, have your welfare nt
heart more than the business men of
this town who know you, sat with you
in conventions, chummed with you in
lodge, seen you In church ?”
• • a
This plain, yet clearly true statement
of the merchant hit the right spot. The
prejudices that had been aroused, and
intentionally aroused by the smooth
organizer, were swept away In a min
ute. Reaching over and grabbing the
merchant by the Im nd, the farmer snld :
Jim Saw His Mistake.
“Mac, you’re right; I’m in the wrong
You have been my friend for years
Your kindnesses I shall never again
forget even for minute. The people
of this town, too, have been my friends
and the friends of my neighbors, and
there isn’t a business man in the burg
who would not close his place tomor
row to attend my funeral if I should
die. Just because I was hard lilt, be
cause the slump in prices got me, I
have been altogether too ready to ac
cept the explanations of strangers. I
should not have done so, but I did; no
have my neighbors, and let me tell
you something, Mac, the next time a
man comes to my place posing as a
•friend of the farmers' and starts In to
tell me how the business men of the
town are unfair to us, my fighting
blood Is up and either he or I will get
licked.”
WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 11, 1922.
Brief News Notes
From All .Parts of
Wyoming
(WmUtd Newtpaptr Union Nova Borneo. >
Cheyenne will have, within the next
six months, a new five-story building
at the corner of Seventeenth and Cap
itol streets. The building will cost
$200,000
Riverton’s new SIOO,OOO high school
building was opened for school pur
pt tes beginning with the second sem
ester on Jan. 3. The new structure
will greatly relieve congested condi
tions.
Fire of undetermined origin de
stroyed the main tipple of Dietz No. 7
mine comp near Sheridan. Officials of
the Peabody Coal Company, owners of
the mine, announced the loss would ex
ceed $25,000.
Judge J. M. Mott, one of the best
known characters In Kemmerer, died
at the Lincoln County Miners’ Hos
pital. He had been In poor health for
some time due to rheumatism and oth
er aliments.
Sult has been instituted against the
city of Casper In District Court by
Gilbert Bros, for $6,838.08, alleged to
be due the firm for grading w’ork per
formed under contract. The case In
volves a street fill carried out in ex
cess of original specifications.
Cattle thieves have been operating
for many months In the vicinity of the
state line north of Gillette, and east
ns fnr ns the Dakota line at more or
less frequent intervals. Some of the
stock shortages have been slight, while
numerous ones have been on a rather
large scale.
Leaving his big Mercer car near the
CR ranch, near Lusk, while hunting,
S. ,\V. Boyd returned to find it had
been completely destroyed by fire and
an acre of grass land burned over.
Quick response by four ranch employes
had kept the prairie fire from spread
ing further.
Governor Carey appointed William
A. Riner, Cheyenne attorney, to he
judge of the first Judicial district,
vice William C. Mentzer, resigned.
The appointee Is a nephew of John A.
Riner of Cheyenne, until recently the
oldest federal Judge in point of serv
ice in the United States.
I*. C. Chapman, alleged to have ab
sconded on Nov. It) with a $7,000 pay
roll of the Midwest Refining Company
and who was captured in Jacksonville,
Fln M is in the Natrona county jail fol
lowing l>is return to Casper In the cus
tody of Deputy Sheriff John Power!.
Chapman has admitted his guilt and on
his arrival said : “I was just a Pm>l."
Tlie baby son of Mr. and Mrs. Gunn
of Maverick Springs was badly scald
ed as a result of playing with a tber
mos bottle. The bottle, filled with
boiling hot water, had been placed in
the baby's cab. In some way the child
got the cup off the bottle and spilled
the contents over its body. The child
was badly burned about the legs and
hips.
Out of approximately 2.000 arrests
made by the Casper police department
during the year Just ended, over 00
per cent were'- for violation of the
liQiior and drug laws, according to In
formation just complied. Fines aggro
gating $30,861.50 were paid Into the
city treasury during the year and a
large amount was worked out on Uh;
streets.
That Superintendent Albright ami
others connected with the administra
tion of the Yellowstone National Park
are interested all the time in tlie wild
life of tlie park Is evidenced in tlie re
cent vaccination of eighty calves of the
buffalo herd. The vaccination was to
prevent hemorrhagic septieemtn, a dis
ease which Is common to domestic
stock in the mountain regions.
In District Court nt Basin H. B.
Richardson was appointed receiver of
tlie Big Horn Glass Company nt
l^oveil upon petition of the trustee for
the bond holders. It is proposed to
foreclose on the plant, reorganize and
make It impossible to resume opera
tions.
Police authorities at Casper have
been unable to find a clue to the
identity of burglars who rollbed Mrs.
Lee Stock, from whose hand an SBOO
ring was removed while she was
asleep in her apartment. A gold
wrist watch valued at SIOO and some
cash was also taken from a dresser
In the room. Mrs. Stock awoke to
find the valuables gone.
Janies S. Harris and Oscar Robin
son have completed the delivery of
20 XK) feet of mine props to the
Poposla Coal Company, and liave al
ready cut 500,000 feet more on their
two years’ contract. The timbers
were cut above Dubois, flouted down
Big Wind river to Riverton and
Shipped from there by rail to the
mines at Poposla. There were fifty
three carloads, the freight alone
amounting, for the short haul, to
$2,500.
Thomas G. Wright Ims been appoint
ed acting postmaster at Riverton and
assumed charge of the office on Jan.
1. Since completing his work for the
Lander Commercial Club, lie has been
superintending the coal tests bein';
made near Hudson by the Dyke man
syndicate.
Boys? and girls’ club teams will form
an Important division of the coming
National Western Stock Show. Tennis
from Colorado, Wyoming and New
Mexico will compete, and the young
sters are looking forward with much
Interest to the trip to the Denver shew.

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