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PAGE TWO THE PHOENIX TRIBUNE Arizona’s Greatest Weekly Phoenix, Arizona Published Eve ty Saturday by the Tribune Publishing Company Address all Communications to the PHOENIX TRIBUNE P. O. Box 1052, Phoenix, Arizona "ntered as Second-Class Matter June 22, 1918, at the Postoffice at Phoenix Arizona, under Act of March 3, 1879 Busines.'i Office: 1302 East Jefferson Street. Phone 1250 danaging Editor A. R. Smith Subscription Rates —In Advance One Year . $2.50 Six Months 1.35 Member National Negro Press Association Advertising Rates on Application 111 Matter for Publication MUST be in our Office by Wednesday evening, as we go to press on Thursday NOTICE TO THE PUBLIC An erroneous reflection upon the character, standing or reputation of any erson, firm or corporation which may appear in the columns of TIIE ’RIBUNE will be gladly corrected upon its being brought to the attention of he publishers. MfcWBI§ ( FIRSr IN r“ laF' 9 service Let our object be our country, our whole country, and noth nir but our country. And, by the blessing of God, may that ountry itself become a vast and splendid monument, not of op iression and terror, but of wisdom, of peace, and of liberty, upon vhich the world may gaze with admiration forever.—Daniel Vebster. o OUR BIGGEST ASSET Among a newspaper’s chief assets are its subscribers. The nanner in which subscribers are looked after determines the mecess or failure of a paper. Next to our effort to supply our ■eaders with the best, cleanest and most reliable news, comes our lesire and endeavor to effect a perfect delivery service. We want to have a little heart to heart talk with our readers egarding delivery service. Each subscriber who fails to receive lis paper promptly can be of great service to us in helping to iring about a better, more prompt delivery, provided he will lotify this office at once so that we may supply the missing :opy. We like to have you kick when the delivery service is poor, or if no complaint is registered we assume that all deliveries vere made promptly. The managing editor of the Tribune landles all complaints regarding non-delivery of papers, for he insiders this part of the business too important to leave to sub irdinates. Should our subscribtion list grow to 15,000 or 20,000 the nanaging editor will devote practically all of his time to answer ng and handling complaints of subscribers. After you have sub icribed for the Tribune, we want you to receive it regularly and >n time. Any tardiness or failure of delivery should be reported ,o our office at once and same will receive immediate, careful and lersonal attention. So, dear reader, don’t fail to notify us when r our paper is late. We esteem it a pleasure to serve you. o A WORD ABOUT CONFESSIONS We suppose there are few r people in a community who know low confessions are wrung from suspects. Usually the “con ession” is written by the arresting officer and all the suspect has o do is sign his name to it. Another method is to ask leading luestions or supply all the details and let the suspect answer res or no. This method is generally used. The above information is given in order that the rank and ile of the people of Maricopa county may know that the alleged :onfessions of two suspects in the Erhardt murder case may lave been prompted. Virtually, it has been admitted that the confession made by the Mexican, Balboa, was secured by third legree methods and there is no telling what methods were used ni the Negro, Mose Gibson. Besides Sheriff Montgomery and County Attorney Laney here are not six people in this county who believe Mose Gibson nurdered the Erhardts. They admit the finger prints of Mose jibson do not compare with those found at the scene of the mur ler, still they insist he is the man because, as they claim, “he ;aid so.” The man or men who murdered that old couple are still it large and when apprehended will be found to possess a fairer skin than Mose Gibson or any other Negro ever wore. o TRUE GREATNESS The people of Phoenix and the Valley will be given an op lortunity to hear one of our truly great men, Monday night at -he High School Auditorium. Dean Kelly Miller of Howard Uni versity, Washington, D. C., the subject of our discourse, is un juestionably the most scholarly and the best known educator ttnong our group today. He is a deep thinker, logical reasoner, convincing speaker, possessing great oratorical skill that enables lim to sway his audience at will. If any Caucasians in this sec ion of the country have never seen a great Negro and have no conception of the Negro’s idea of greatness, he is invited to at tend the lecture of Prof. Kelly Miller Monday night. We are proud of Prof. Miller and point with pride to him as jur chief exponent of social and economic uplift and a true rep “esentative of the race. We shall never forget his open letter to ’resident Wilson during the war, a message filled with truth and manswerable logic that will ever live as a priceless contribution ;o American literature. We welcome this great man to our city md trust he will be made to feel as proud of us as we are of him. o A PREJUDICED JUDGE According to Senator Bailey of Texas, there was in that state i judge who had been robbed of a horse and before whom the hies when apprehended was brought for trial. His honor eyed he prisoner with deep satisfaction for a minute or so and then lelivered himself of the following: “Owing to a personal prejudice, the court will not hear this :ase. It will, however, be tried by a bailiff, who will find a ver lict in accordance with the facts and the lavfr. In the meantime,” le added impressively, “the court will go outside, get a rope and rick out a good tree.”—Wit and Humor. niiiii!ii!iiii(iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaitiiiitiiitiiiiiii(iiiti!iiiiiiiiiiaiiiiiiiiiniiiaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,iiiiHiiiiiii;iii.iiii:j| $ iiibiiiiibiiiiiiiiiuliiv THE STRANGE CASE OF CAVENDISH ill 'l'l|!l«l!li:illll!IMll!|l!llll,i»!l||||’i| BUI I I I 1 Billl I■ II BUB 11 ■ 118 NBl I ■ 11111 ■?»( 1111111 in |tl 111 111 ■ 111| IBIiB;! | ;: I f|ill!!|lll llUlUlli "Ynu’ve run across something. I know that name. 1 know the man. Ned Beaton is a ‘gun.' and he pulled his first job when I was doing ‘police’ in Philadelphia for the Record. Well, well, my children, this Is splendid! j And what next?” “But, Mr. Farriss, where is he?” put in Stella Donovan. “Where was the message sent from? Colorado, yes, but where In Colorado? That’s the thing to find out.” “I thought it might he the last word in the message—Haskell,” ventured Willis. Farriss, seizing an atlas, thumbed it until hi* found a map of Colorado. To gether ttie three pored over it. “There it is!’’ Stella Donovan cried suddenly. “Down toward the bottom. Looks like desert country.” “Pretty dry place for Celeste,” laughed Willis. “I might call her up and kid her about it if—” Farriss looked at him sourly. “You might get a raise in salary,” he snapped sharply, “if you’d keep your mind on the job. What you can do is call up, say you’re the detective bu | reau, and ask carelessly about Beaton. I That'll throw a scare into her. You’ve I got her number?” “Riverside 70.83,” Willis said in a j businesslike voice. lie disappeared into the clattering local room, to return a moment later white of face, bright of eye, and with lips parted. “What’s the dope?” Farriss shot at him. “Nothing!” cried the excited young man. “Nothing except that fifteen minutes ago Celeste La Rue kissed the Beecher apartments good-by and. with trunk, puff and toothbrush, heat it.” “To Haskell,” added the city edi tor. “or my hair is pink. And by heaven, 1 believe there's a story there. What’s more, I believe we can get it It’s blind chance, but we’ll take it.” “Let Mr. Willis —” began Miss Dono van. “Mind your own business, Stella,’’ commanded Farriss, “and see that your hat’s on straight. Because with in half an hour you're going to draw on the night cashier for five hundred ; dollars and pack your little port man i tenu for Haskell. Work guardedly; j query us when you have to; be sure of your facts, and consign your sou) ' to God. Do I see you moving?” And when Farriss looked again he ! did. CHAPTER IV. Miss Donovan Arrives. When the long overland trait paused a moment before the ancieni j box car that served as the depot foi the town of Haskell, nestled in the gulch half a mile away, it deposited Miss Donovan almost in the anus ol Carson, the station agent, and he. wary of the wiles of women and the j ethics of society, promptly turned he! j over to Jim Westcott, who had come , down to inquire if the station agent ■ held a telegram for him —a telegram ! that he expected from the East. “She oughtn’t to hike to the Tim nions house alone, Jim,” Carson said “This yere is pay day up at the big mines, an’ the boys are havin’ a h of a time.” In view of this disclosure 1 , Miss j Donovan the courteous i acquiescence of Westcott, whom she I judged to be a man of thirty-one, with force and character*—these written in [ the lines of his big body and his j square, kind face. • “I’m Miss Stella Donovan of New York,” she said directly. “And I,” he returned, with hat off in the deepening gloom, “am Jim West cott, who plugs away at a mining claim over yonder.” “There!” laughed the girl frankly. “We’re introduced. And I suppose we can start for the Timmons house,” As her words trailed off there came the sound of yelling, sharp cries, and revolver shots from, the gulch lie low where lights twinkled faintly. Laughing warmly, Westcott picked up her valise, threw a “So-Iong” to « cl*—^ ‘The Drunken Fool," He Muttered Quietly. Carson, and with Miss Donovan close behind him, began making for the dis tant lights of the Timmons house. As they followed the road, which paral leled a whispering stream, the girl be ;au to draw him out skilfully, and was THE PHOENIX TRIBUNE—ALWAYS IMPROVING ! amazed to find that for all of his rough appearance he was excellently educated ana a gentleman of taste. Finally the reason came out. “I’m a college man,” he explained proudly. “So was my partner—same class. But one can’t always remain in the admirable East, and three years ago he and I came here prospecting. Actually struck some pay-dirt in the hillq yonder, too, but it sort of petered out on us. It was broken in two by some upheaval of nature. We were still trying to find it when my part ner’s father died and he went East to claim the'fortune that was left. I struck tlie vein again—when my last dollar was gone. That was a month ago. I wired my old partner for help, —” He stopped, listening intently. They were nearing a small bridge over Bear creek, the sounds of Has kell’s revelers growing neater and louder. Suddenly they heard an oath and a shot, and the next moment a wild rider lashing a foaming horse with a stinging quirt, was upon them. Westcott barely had time to swing the girl to safety as the tornado flew past. “The drunken fool!” lie muttered quietly. “A puncher riding for camp. There will be more up ahead prob ably.” His little act of heroism drew the man strangely near to Miss Donovan, and as they hurried along in the silent night she felt that above all he was dependable, as if, too, she had known him months, aye years, instead of a scant hour. And in this strange coun try she needed a friend. “Now that I’ve laid hare my past,” he was saying, “don’t you think you might tell me why you are here?” The girl stiffened. To say that she was from the New York Star would close many avenues of information to her. No. the thing to do was to adopt some “stall” that would enable her to idle about as much as she chose. Then the rnad horseman gave her the idea. “Oh!” she exclaimed, “I forgot I hadn’t mentioned it. I’m assigned by Scribbler’s Magazine to ilo an article on ‘The Old West, Is It Really Gone?’ and, Mr. Westcott, I think I have a lovely start.” A few moments later she thanked Providence for her precaution, for her companion resumed the story of his mining claim. “It’s might funny I haven’t heard from that partner. It isn’t like him not to answer my wife. That’s why I’ve waited every night at the depot. No, it’s not like ‘Pep,’ even if lie does take Ills leisure at tlie College club.” ; Miss Donovan’s spine tingled at tlie ; mention of the name. “Pep,” she mur | mured, trying to be calm. “What was | his other name?” “Cavendish,” Westcott replied. “Frederick Cavendish.’ A gasp almost escaped tlie girl’s j lips. Here, within an hour, she had linked the many eastern clues of the Cavendish affair with one in the West. ; Was ever a girl so lucky? And imrne | diately her brain began to work furi ously as she walked along. A sudden turn about the base of a large cliff brought them to Haskell, a single street running up tlie broaden ing valley, lined mostly with shacks, although a few more pretentious buildings were scattered here and there, while an occasional tent flapped its discolored canvas in the night wind. They went forward, Westcott watch ful and silent, the valise in one hand, the other grasping her arm. The nar row stretch of sidewalk was jammed with men, surging in and out through ! the open door of a saloon, and tile I two held to the. middle of the road, which was lined with horses tied to long poles. Men reeled out into the street, and occasionally the sharp crack of some frolicsome revolver punctuated the hoarse shouts and bursts of drunken laughter. No other woman was visible, yet. apparently, no particular attention was paid to their progress. But the stream of men thickened perceptibly, until Westcott was obliged to shoulder them aside good-humoredly in order to open a passage. He released her arm and suddenly gripped the shoulder of a man passing. lie was the town mar shal. “Say, Dan, I reckon this is your busy night, but I wish you’d help me run this lady through as far us Timmons; this bunch of longhorns appear to be milling, and we’re plum stalled.” The man turned and stared them. Short, stocldly built, appearing at first view almost grotesque under the broad brim of his hat, Stella, recognizing the marshal, was conscious only of a clean shaven face, a square jaw and a pair of stern blue eyes. “Oh, is that you, Jim?” he asked, briefly. “Lord, I don’t see why a big boob like you should need a guardian. The lady? Pardon me, madam,” and lie touched his hat. “Stand back there, you fellows. Come on, folks!” The little marshal knew his busi ness,'and it was also evident that the crowd knew the little marshal. Drunk and quarrelsome as many of them were, they made way—the more ob streperous sullenly. Hut tlie majority in a spirit of rough good humor. The three passed straight through the surging mass in the man-crowded lob by of the disreputable hotel. At the desk, wide-eyed with excite ment, Miss Donovan took a service worn pen proffered by landlord Pete Timmons, whose gray whiskers were as unkempt as his hotel, and regis tered her name. “A telegram came today for you, : ma’am,” Peter said in a cracked voice, and tossed it over. Miss Donovan tore it open. It was from Farriss. It read: > “If any clues, advise immediately. J Willis digging hard. Letter of instruc- ! Hoo follows. FARRIS.” "' 'r? ; Y ' . fScSSzaaaEa ■ • p PAV:NG niXERAND i V ' V. : L AUTOMATIC TAMPER T and FINISHER AT 1 .. -*' Tv > K WORK MO 0.0 | ssrfjp ~ -*■ T J TT>° j /2o a ?!S&>T Ad E# I I AFACHE TRAIL To / I J / l—"" . Tr ~" IU4 —■ Y ’ TO S'-’PER'OR, I 1 V RAY, I -SKETCH I I*"* * I showing / WINKLEMAN. I RELATION OF v \ < PHOENIX-MESA HIGHWAY ’SoSST!' • To CASA GRAN DEL. TUCSON, NOGALES, I STATE. HIGHWAY bisbiee. s. dooq,las. I ] SYSTEM l [ CLosE.*=> UP OF I,< 1 \ KOFHRiNG » ( ; W : 'A ; : PRESCOTT : (By Dora Rose) The surprise tendered Dr. Boatner 1 of the Zion church was indeed unique in its conception. The pastor's atten tion was called to singing in the church, and as he came to the parson age door to investigate, he was met by the Rev. J. W. Harvey, by his good wile, Sister Massey, Rev. H. Leo John son, Sister Hurd, then Mr. and Mrs. Paris Tabron, Miss Helen Vance, all laden with delectables; Bro. Bess, wire and son, Bro. Cannon. Bro. Dixon and wife were represented in the things that made the parsonage table look d miniature grocery store. Ev erybody was happy and especially the pastor. Come again. Bishop L. W. Kyles will preach Thursday night, Aug. 13, at 8 o’clock. Preparations to make his brief stay enjoyable and profitable to all are be ing made. An Old Folks’ concert is staged for Tuesday night, Aug. 17, fol lowed by a discussion of savory dishes at the close. The pastor, Rev. Boat ner, is elated over the very warm wel j come from members and friends. Mr. and Mrs. L. A. McCarty are the j proud parents of an eight and a half pound baby boy, born Tuesday, 9:30 ja. m„ at the Merc yhospital. Mother j j and son are doing nicely. Miss Helen Vance left Sunday morn ing for the southern part of the state. She will visit Mesa, Phoenix, - Tucson | and other points. She will return to j Prescott before taking charge of her school in Mesa which opens Sept 2.. Mr. Roy Morris, an ex-soldier, has accepted a position with Mr. Wood land as barber. Mr. Eska Golden of Whipple Par racks is still on the sick list, suffer ing with pleurisy. On the 26th of August, at the home of Mrs. Rose, there will be an old fashioned watermelon cutting. Ice cold melon will be served, and the one who eats the most melon will get a prize. The proceeds will go for the benefit of the tabernacle. Miss Susie Harris left Monday for Idaho Falls, Idaho. The picnic given by the Daughters of Tabor, under the leadership of Mrs. L. F. Delany, H. I*., was a wonderful success. All that is necessary to the success of the dinner is to say: Mrs. Delany supervised it, and she certain ly lived up to her reputation as cul inary artist. Chicken, roast beef, mac caroni and cheese, string beans, greens, sweet potatoes, white pato toes, salad, biscuits and corn bread were served. Mrs. Blair, Rose New ell and Mrs. Anderson acted as wait resses. Delany special ice cream and cake - w'ere also served, and it was some ice cream. When asked for the I recipe, Mrs. Delany replied that it | was Delany special, and she did not give it to any one. Despite the pre vious raius, we had a lovely time. Owing to the dampness we served the dinner at the rf.sidenee ot Mrs. Joe SATURDAY, AUGUST 14, 1920 11 Blair instead of on the picnic grounds, •j as planned. Fifty dollars was real j ized, including the donations by the Daughters. We wish to thank all who helped to make it a success. o SENTENCE SERMONS Take life as you find it, but don't leave it so.—Anon. All things are admired either be cause (hey are new or because they ase great. s —Lord Bason. Hope is not the man tor your bank er, though he may do for a traveling companion.—Haliburtcn. He giveth power to the faint; and to him that hath no might he in creaseth strength.—lsa. 11:29. o If a man says he is going to swal low his axe, hold the handle for him. Faults are a hill; a man stands on his own and sees other people’s. A one-eyed man does not thank God until he sees a man wholly blind. . Where there is a will there’s always an heir and a few hungry lawyers. The plant which God favors will grow, even lacking rain. The longer the engagement, the ■shorter the married life.