The daily journal., November 27, 1901, PART ONE, Image 4

About The daily journal. (Salem, Or.) 1899-1903

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Florence
May 3i
Wright
The author of that one muitcst of all olumos of love rooms "When
T.ove Is New" linn become widely known In the past yenr, although shrink
ing from nil publicity and attempts to draw her from the seclusion of her
quiet home with her father on the banks of the Willamette Just north of the
city. Miss Wright Is n girlish appearing young woman, Is n member of the
Shnkespoar club of Unity church, and of the art section of the Woman s club.
Her literary method is entirely in response to her mood und she has never
been able to write "to order." Never attending school or college, she was
entirely cducnted by her mother and private Instructors, and from a literary
standpoint lives almost In a woild of the past, her mother's library consist
ing entirely of tho older Kngllsh reviews like Kraser's of the 'forties and llf
tles. Her favorite nuthors are Shakespenr and Hums, the old novelists and
English classics. Miss Wright Is a native of Canada and bus lived on the
Pacific const for tho past decade. The poems printed below are In her most
characteristic vein, although nor muse has taken lllght on homely themes and
one poem In the volume quoted above entitled "Poverty" Is pronounced by
competent critics ns superior In treatment to nny lines In Hums.
TIME OR LOVE.
UNTARNISHED FAITH.
I wait for thee;
As sinks the sunset's latest ray
Into the sea.
Slow-footed time has borne nwny
Once more tho toilsome hours of day.
(He hastens now
Since 'tis the time my love to greet),
Doth fate allow
To life another hour ho sweet
As that In which true lovers meet?
Hut ero love's kiss
Be laid on lips that smile for thee
Answer mo this
Can love o'er tlmo triumphant be
Or may the years his conquest see?
If time bo king
Of love, thon love I cast away.
It may not bring
Its pain into my heart, nor sway
My life; for time will claim his prey.
Put If love reign
With sovereign power o'er changeful
years,
O'er death and pain:
My heart his throne sluill be, nor fears
Have place; altho' his seal he tears.
My dear one! Tho' between us rolls
the ocean
And seeming friends say thou art
false to me,
No waiting years can chill the old
devotion,
Nor time nor silence kill my faith In
thee.
My heart Is thine; and in that heart
believing
That all thy heart Is mine I rest
fruitful.
Nor tarnish love's sweet faith by use
less grieving
I know the waiting time will soon
he spent.
Then our two lives into each other
Uowlng
In one glad stream, no more shnll
dilft apart.
Till In the Higher I.lfe, all purer
growing
TIs soul with wiiil, as here 'tis heart
with heart.
IRemembrances
Of Pioneer Days In Childhood, by Mrs P. S. Knight.
On memory's wnll hangs a picture
a series of pictures. The llrst Is of a
family gioup, tho father und mother,
thrco older brothers, the little girl
Nell, and two younger brothers. It Is
u cold winter evening, and a blazing
lire on tho hearth lights tho mom moro
than do the dim candles on the table.
The throo smaller children lire crack
ing nuts upon tho hearth. Tho futher
and tho boys nre listening while .the
mothor roads the news. It Is some-
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MPS. P S. KNIGHT.
thing about a far off country called
Oregon. Mother reads, tho boys auk
questions, and father and mothor tulle
till tho Jlro burns low, and the children
fall asleep among the nut shells.
All winter the Interest grows, news
Jh eagerly looked for, nml neighbors
drop in to talk of tho far West. To a
child a day Is ns a. year. Too young
to nttend school with tho brothers, of
ten tired and cllssntUtied with amus
ing tho youngor chlldrou, the little girl
is unconsciously lonely. Hut tho win
ter wonrs away, the Icicles fall from
tho dripping oavos, and brown spots or
tho blessed earth bogln to peep through
the melting snow.
It Is evening again, the usual rend
ing has boon llnlshed, and the children
are getting sloepy. Kuther Is heard
to say: "Woll, wife, what do you
think? Shall wo pull out und go to
Oregon?" "Oh yes, yes, Mother, do
say yos," cry all the boys, Jumping up
with a groat clatter from the table
whore they hnd been resting on their
elbows listening to every word. "Oh
Noul, how con we, with this growing
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HON A BUSH
Pioneer Publisher, Business Mn and Banker
of Salon, Oregon,
family of ours, think of such nn un
dertaking." The mother's head bent
forward and her brows knit. Then
looking up with a sudden appealing
tone In her voice she said: "Well Cor
nelius, If you will promise me never to
sign another man's paper again, I will
agree to think about It." "Yes, Mother,"
was the reply, "Hint, was a mlstnke,
and I should have followed your ad
vice. Hut I wanted to help our neigh
bor, and never dreamed of his failure.
It Is a heavy loss to us, and I promise
you It shall never be repeated."
.Soon after this an Interesting event
occurred In the family. To the lone
some Utile glil came a baby sister, u
dear little baby with blue eyes and u
hint of golden curls to he. Its ndvent
wus a great Joy to the little girl, and
the child was claimed as her special
property. It was something new. to
amuse, to cure for and (o think nbour.
They told her that Dr. Tougardon
had been there and left the baby
while she slept. The Inner wheels of
the little head woiked long und hard
before any satisfactory solution could
be arrived at about the baby sister.
Dr Teugurden. "What a funny name,"
she said. In her childish reasoning
she leversed the order of our fore
fathers In naming a mnu for his trade.
She thought out his occupation by his
name. "Teagnrden, Tengarden. I guoss
he's got a lovely gnrdon like ours, with
tall hollyhocks and roses and sweet
lavender, Johnny Jumpups, and a bod
of catnip to make tea for babies. And,
sweetest of all, a baby bed. That's
whero he getB tho babies to glvo peo
ple. I can Just see 'em now coming up
llko Johnny Jumpups with their pretty
faces nil In a row. Home little brown
heads, some yollow llko our baby, and
some bald hoads. And I wonder If any
little red bonds come up. If I was Dr.
Teogurdon I Just wouldn't have any
little rod heads und sor'l tops. I'd
Just hoe 'om all up and throw 'em
with tho weeds fore they's big enough
to cry. Thon they wouldn't bo sent
back and called namos whon thoy want
to go nutting with their brothers. I
Just hate red heads and sorrel tops.
Don't you baby? I wonder why I
didn't havo pretty yellow curls like
brother Will and baby sister."
A little llgure stands ut tho window
with one linger drumming on tho pane
iih she gazes listlessly at tho winter
bedraggled gardun. Something at
tracts her attention. Out sho dashes
und down tho stops at a bound, leav
ing the door wide open. For a mo
ment bonding over last years llowor
bed, she Is In aguln llko a Hash with
"Mother, Mother, the dallies and cro
cuses are coiuln' up now, right now. I
saw 'em, und one crocus shows yellow
already." "Yes, dear, tho spring will
soon be here. Hut shut the door. You
are freezing baby." Hang went the
door, ii ml the cmdle was vigorously
rocked, while a low volco croned sooth
lugly to the little occupant of big
btnuhes of daffys that stimuli be hers
before long If sho would not cry
The decision to go West had been
in ule and preparations were being
Mgorously pushed. In one room the
tailor's shears and goose were trans
forming gray cloth Into pants and
to.its, In another a seamstress was
busy on dresses, sleeved nitrous and
sun bonnets, warm wraps for rainy
tin! prints for sunny days. No satin
f i Ills or luce rullles for this trip. No
room or cull for supurllultles. Kind
n Ighbors and loving friends nil
h uied ready to lend a hand to help
I uh the w-oik to a llnlsh.
Near the shore of Unite Michigan, In
tin outskiitN of the town of I.al'orte,
stands the old farm house. It Is a
sunn) morning In April. Near the
house are drawn up three heavy cov
ered wngoim, closely packed with pro
Usloiis, clothing, and all things need
ful for the long Journey. While the
older people are saying their laBt tear
ful furewell, the child Nell 1b busying
herself with a lust look at her treasures
too. Oi.it through the garden whero
every shrub und llowor is familiar,
down the long avenue of tho grape ar
bor, through tho gate to the pond be
low, she runs. The ducks are Just
coming down In a long wnite line and
one by one uropping into me water
for their morning swim. "Duckies, I
am going away," she said. "Did you
know It? You won't see me any
more." And she threw the last crumbs
of her brend und butter to see them
dive for It. Long und thoughtfully she
slands and looks nt the playful ducks,
the water Illy buds, Just peeping from
under their hi and leaves, and acioss
to the further sloping shore where
branching oaks thiow their cool shade.
There Is a shadow on the child's fuce
as she walks slowly along the sandy
shore, but It Is soon gone und she
skips away thiough the wooded lot.
The wild grape vines have climbed
to the tree tops and hang down within
leach. She catches one und with u
few running steps swings free, back
and forth, back and forth, forgetful of
everything save the Joy of living. Then
hastily gathering an arm full of
fiagtatit spring blossoms she Is ready
for the start. Down the load and out
Into the lane the painted wagons with
their white coveis, drawn by horned
oxen, slowly wend their way. . One
glance backward at the dear old
home with Its white gables gleaming
through the tree tops whero the blids
twitter, and a little head drops on
Mother's knee with the wnll, "Oh
Mother, wo have Just left everything."
Then ns childhood's hopefulness pre
vails she adds, "Hut we'll come back
some day, won't we Mother?" Then
with a startled look and wide open eyes
she asks, "Where's baby sister?"
"Asleep In her blankets," was the re
ply. So all was satisfactory and she
hummed to heiself and played with
her llowers.
The pleasant homes, the towns and
the cities, arc all left behind, und our
travelers are In the "Indian Country."
Oreat herds of bulTalo rumble over the
plains like rolling thunder and the
shadow of a moving cloud. Tho fleet
footed antelope dashes awny on slen
der limbs, and the Jack rabbit, with ears
laid back, leaps from before the slow
moving trnln. Little prairie dogs pop
up from their underground houses and
bark at the long procession.
It Is a hot July day. The sun beats
down fiercely and there is no water.
The patient oxen toll wearily and the
long train scarcely moves. Why don't
they havo horses and move faster? No
animal but the strong, slow, patient ox
Is able to transport heavily loaded
wagons on this wearlsomo Journey.
There arc horses for the saddle, for
hunting and driving, but the ox must
benr the burden. Tho heat grows more
Intense and the dust more stilling. Hut
far on the horizon a little cloud rises.
There is a slight breeze rising. It In
creases and at last blows fiercely.
"Down with your covers, button them
tight," Is the command. The teams
wheel aside Into a hollow skirted by
trees. The trees lash each other, the
sky turns black, the wagon covers
sway and snap, und the hall comes
down with a roar. The storm Is short
but llerce and at Its close the hall lies
thick on tho ground. Tho tired, hun
gry cattle crop the damp grass, lunch
Is Berved und all move on refreshed
and cheerful. Milk cans have been
filled with hall stones and there Is
plenty of Ice water for the sultry hours
of the afternoon.
Forward creeps tho long train day
after day, like a serpent coiling Into a
ling at night, to make a safe fold for
the animals. Through weary nights
the scuttles watch with shouldered
guns while the llres burn low. At last
a fort Is reached, an oasis In the des
ert. Dogs bark, Indians caper on their
spotted ponies, and black eyed tawny
children run out und in. Here
Is rest for a day and new
supplies. And It Is a red letter day
for the emigrant children. "Mother,
these boys and girls have Injun moth
ers und white fathers," chatters little
Nell. "I'm glad my mother's not an
Injun." "Mother, can I have some
beads? All the other children are get
ting beads." "Do you want to look like
an Indian?" asks the mother. "No, but
I want some bends. Kverybody has
heads, and I like them." So a short
close necklace of crystal beads wus
fastened about the small neck, and a
long string of many colors was given
her to play with.
As the train resumed Its Journey It
wus Joined by two Indian women fiom
the fort who wished to travel under
its protection to the next trading post
All day their gentle joules walked be
side the wagons, the two women chat
ting quietly together. To the child
they were an Interesting study. "Why,"
she said, "they don't cook nor wash
dishes nor work. They Just sit on
their red blankets and sew bond llow
ers on pretty yellow mocasins and bags.
What do they eat?" "They havo pul
verized diled moat and othor food In
those pouches that hang on their sad
dle horns," replies the mother. "They
are Indian ladles, I guess, 'cause they
wear such pretty dresses with fringe
and beans anil little bells, und pretty
yellow beads In their black hair."
Another trading post In the wilder
ness, and the train halts. "Are they
going to glvo their little glils away,
Mother?" questions Nell, while a
strange new fear chills her young
heart, that such a thing could be.
"Yes, my child, theio Is no school bore,
and she Is going to make her home In
Oregon so she can go to school." So
little Mary lliidger left father and
mother and a desert hind.
The grout train moved on and on till
summer was past and the nights were
growing cold. The Columbia, the
great river of the West, was reached
at last. Indians were numerous and
suuey, ready to trade, bog or steal, The
tmln was breaking up and tho people
going to different parts to winter. In
an open bout one small company
sought to reach the Wllluinotto valley.
The winds blew cold. Mount Hood put
on a new white overcoat, and the
rains came down. For many das that
frhll boat floated on tho wind swept
waters till at last Its prow touched the
shore of the Willamette at Portland.
This was In the fall of 1817. Portland
was a small fown of cabins, a sort of
wayside Inn to these weary travelers.
The great hearted Dr. Mclaughlin
with his white flowing locks was Santa
Ohms to all the Oregon country, und
Christmas lasted nil he year. The ap
petites of the Immigrants was u mar
vel to men and llshes, and would have
been even to Jonah's whale. The gooil
doctor's fresh supplies vielted away
like snows befoie a Chinook wind.
Ciowded Into two small looms of an
already well lllled cabin, the family
settled themselves for a time. None
too soon, fur sickliest and trouble fol
lowed. The trying and responsible
pusltlou of captain of the train dining
the long Jouiney had been too much
for the father, anil he soon passed to
his long home. The older sons went
to look for gold. The widowed mother
hastened to get away to a quiet spot
among the hills where she could bring
up her little ones In honest Industry.
Back to the Old Home,
I stand alone on the hill side
Where I stood In days of yore
With the loved ones of life's spring
time
And those who hnvo gone before.
I gaze on the dear old homestead,
With the lnke that lies below.
Whore the cream white water lilies
Are rocking to and fro.
The flowers I loved In childhood
Are smiling again at my feet,
And of all that I have gathered
None ever were half so sweet.
The sun shines through the tree tops
On my uncovered bend,
And I walk with reverent footsteps
As In presence of the dead.
No sound greets my car from the play
ground,
Hut hush, what was that I heard?
The voice of my Mother calling?
Nay: the wild sweet song of a bird.
13. S. K.
BuilfcevsofQ
alem
When the sturdy, steadfast, all-con-uncling
plonccts of the Pucillo North
west cume Into this wonderful valley,
from their long and perilous Joiirnles
acioss the plains of the continent, they
i nme with lofty purposes. They were
Imbued with a noble ambition In which
not only TI1MY weie Involved, but
wherein the generations yet unborn to
them hud ilellnlle share. They were
not only home makers but empire
builders, und every day of suiTeiing, of
dcpilvatlon, of toll, of loss und gain,
: 1
- i i irTmJr ir r i i
N J JUDAII. City Itccordcr.
was n day devoted to the founding of
both. Upon their splendid ardor and
perfect faith Is built the heritage of
the present; to us bus been left the
bequest of u sublime courage and nil
unfaltering endurance; we are the
heirs of a royal estate bullded by the
regal souls to which all Ameilcii
for us from the bounties that surround
us. It Is NOT silllliielit unto the f til -lllment
of tin donee Unit we remain
Inert, und practically Indifferent to the
advantages wrought out of the silent
wilderness by heroic effort. It Is NOT
to the honor of the pinned h to passive,
ly accept the heritage and utilize It
only to tin limits set by the experience
of Its founders. Then Is far more to
do, If we would prove to the living few
of these grand old veterans that we
are grateful for their magnanimous
sacrifices and lordly bequest.
There Is no Implication here that the
Sitlein heirs of the pioneers have failed
111 their trust, that they have not
wrought well with the resources left
them by the old people, that they are
not grateful, mid utnhltloiiH to fulllll
the letter of the precept handed down
to them; hut a warning, a needful
suggestion, that the duty be not aban
doned In nny dcgiee of Its scope.
The city of the fathers bus. Indeed,
been well cared for and lulwttucd In
hundieds of wnys, until she tins iitihed
at u point of development and illc
Importance that renders It positively
i liiuliiul to relax the forwuid move
ment, mid 11 Is to iiwukeii this con -litlnn
and rehabilitate the eueigles
that shall force her to the front among
the Paiitle metropolitan towns, that
this urlli le Is wtltteti.
lteautlfully planned, adorned with
thousands of pletty hollies, with
splendid public structures, with hundred-foot
thoroughfares well kept and
lined with magnlllcent shade tiees,
served by all the public utilities that
modern expedience and comfort de
mand, with colleges, academies and
schools of eveiy sort, with iiiIIIh und
fuctotles and wuter-poweis, with
dully rail and steamer services, with
churches of nil denominations ami fra
ternities, orders and societies of every
kind otganlzed lu tho Interest of hu
manity, with a commerce and credit
"
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Group of Marion County's Efficient Officers J X
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V. W HVLL, Clerk,
P. W. DUHBIN. Sheriff.
r J. II. HOLAND, Recorder, jar
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WM. Ml LEY. Commissioner B U. COLUATII, Dctuty Slteiiff. a. L. DOWNING, Treasurer.
The above six portraits arc of Marion county's officers who are nowservinir their fourth year, and while
each one has the credit of fllline his office acceptably, they have the high honor of havln the old county debt of
about 100,000 paid off durine their terms of office, and of accumulating a handsome cash balance in the
treasury for the first time in over twenty years.
SALEM IMPR IMAIMS
HOW THE CAPITAL CITY OF iUD
WEUFOOT MAS BEEN GROWING
Some of the Notable Steps of Progress
That Have Been Made Durlnc
1901.
Woik on the federal postoilli e build
ing was begun and it Is now half com
pleted a $100,000 bulldliiK.
The state has spent about $100,000
on various Institutions, InclmUng an
extension of a state sewer about half
a mile.
A number of new bilek and plate
glass front business houses on the
principal streets have been built and
occupied. Many l evidences h.ne been
built and improved the past e.u- and
carpenters are neaily nil engaged far
Into the coming year.
Three drygoods houses hae enlarged
their stores and have put In larger
stocks that has resulted in drawing
thousands of dollars of trade to Salem,
.ind holding iieni ly all the trade here
that formerly went to Poitland.
Two complete Homing mills plants
hie been built the past year and put
In operation.
Il.ilfour. Guthrie & Co., opened ware
houses at Salem and brought competi
tion Into the local grain maikets.
Tin ee new buildings liegun ut the
SiU in government Indian schools to
tost $40,000.
J I.. Stockton's drygoods und cloth
ing house removed fiom Independence
to Salem, and lurtfe additions made
necessary to place the stock and moot
Hie demands of Increasing trude.
CHARLES L. LEMBCKE, County Assessor.
M'. Lemccke was elected in 1900 fnm
liuitevllle cteclnct, after serving several terms
as Deputy from his district, Ills first assess
ment seems to have given general satisfaction,
for the nason that very few laxpaers ap
cearcd before the toard of equalization to ask
for Changes. The valuations under this assess
ment have been Increased atout 16 percent.
MRS. HALLIE PARRISII-HINGES
Oregon's favorite vocal soloist, and a singe
who Is appreciated at home as well as abroad.
Dounloilay, Pace & Co., 31 Union
Pipiurn Ma t Now York, Iiiivh moro limn
met expectations with the llrst number
ol their ' Country Life," a tpiurlo iilns
triittil nuiL'hniiH, tho contentB indicate
by the iimne. And ju. not altogether,
for real country life would mean a ii'iwh
of people who can not afford, or w ho do
not biy, a $!in your ui.iictiio of thin
kind, wliioh dUtinutly caters to thu very
suburbs. So bountiful aro the llluatra-
tions and tho Utter press tluM it is
worthy of sumptuous bindings us a work
of art.
owes its existence. And ulonir with
the proud gift of thee deur old o .
eloigns, came the mandate: "Ul'II.n
AS WW IIAVK HUll.DKD: COM
PMSTlC OUIl TASKS; l'KUSS OX.
niSVHUOP. KXl'AN'D, I'UOGHIJSS.
AND PUOSP1CH, CNTO Ol'lt HO.NOU
AND THIS GLORY OV GOO."
In the old days, as now, Salem wui
the center, the heart of the greut vul-ley-clomiiln
unfolded by our lre, and
upon u. who hold the destiny of the
old city In our hundu, the edict of the
fathers fulls with lnii'Htlve force.
As the beuetlciaiieii und steward of
these brave and generous people, we
may well ask ourselves, "whut ate we
doing by way of obedience to this Just
uud natural mandate?" It Is NOT
enough that we should sit supinely
amid the good things so hardly won by
the pioneers and trust the kindly ottlces
of nuture to wring an Ideal exlstem e
enjoyed by but few cities of her Hl.e,
possessing public charters that render
the county, school and city govern
ments the pride of tho stnte, Salem,
und her county und hor school district,
nre, Indeed, well fortllled nnd equipped
for progress, nnd It Is for that PKOO
1U5HS that tho light must bo made. If
the Capital City of Oregon Is to fulllll
the destiny planned for hor by her
founders.
She must be made Infinitely more
attractive; new bonioH of now peoples
must mine within her borders; her
streets must be rendered more service
able, her public utilities must be am
plltled and Improved to the very limit
of Miientllle discovery; her unlerslt) .
her academies, her public und ptitc
sihools, must be maintained and
pushed und patronlssed until they shall
be the talk of the land, her mills and
factories must be duplicated ill every
line and her water-powers applied to
living Industries till tho lust drop of
running water is absorbed In the proilt
and service of the city; her church
membership must be increased to a
1 point of paramount Inilueme for the
good of the city nnd her suburbs; her
fraternities and social organizations
must be swelled to numbers and pres
tige that shall make the city a refer
ence to the "f raters" of the natien:
her inllway connections with the outer
markets must Increase and her liver
fiont must swarm with lleets of
steamers; her comnieiclul Interests
must he udded to In every conceivable
direction until she shall be recognized
as uu Important depot for the great
stuples und manufactures; her public
administration of uffulrs must be
unieuded until she shall be the banner
city of the Pucltle Slope for wisdom,
economy und success In niaiiuifenient.
ALU THKSH THINGS Ml'ST I1U
Who shull do them, If not the people
of Salem?
Where shull we look for the fulfil
ment of the inundate of the pioneers,
If not to the strongest center of the
hetltage they willed no?
How shull all these things be aecom
Pllshed If not by our own devotion, up.
plication and finesse?
When shall the work demanded of us
be done, If not in the present hour?
What resources shall b used, if not
the splendid predlcute laid for us by
the fathers, and directly at our hands?
What processes shall be employed In
the task If not the modern expedients
of business life as demonstrated In our
midst?
(1KT TOOHTllKIt, CITTHNH OP
SAI.KM. AND FINISH THIO C.I.OH1
(US Pl'ltl'OSK OP YOCIl PAT11
i:US! Ily N.J.Jiiitnli
CAPITAL MILLS
IN FULL BLAST
FRANK T. WRIGHTMAN,
of tho law firm of Rrown. Wrlpiitmnn Alverc nrci... ..... ... .
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man whose name is beinir mentioned as a candidate for Attorney Gen r u
Oresron. He Is a eradtiatc of the law deoartmontnr wiih,n.i.. .m
cnrvnrl fnnr vivire In thn Qlmrlff'c nfflrn I,. M.I, ,....... . . . """(fSlll,
Ubl VV IVM. J V.. Ik .,. IIV W...V.II. hj Ull VV III I'lUIIUII I.I1I1IIIU nttrt Im ... 7r9
chairman of the Republican county central committee. Ills firm Is likS 3
a large practice, and Mr. Wrlnlitman has the support of his many mii 2 'm
i rifinnc "
t. iw.lb.,
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..-.in nun uu- satisr.ic ton It Is iiii,, j
. All kinds of f for Mock K'J
fu.tured and f, .,., ,"'M"i
iluest duality of grwmi hol
in I gern.eu Is grouMil, uh 3
pride Is taken lu the buikhMt ul
cornmeal that the llrm turnjoat, J
machinery has been tiddci i lk.'?S
iccently that will otmble the firm k
prepare rye Hour. The mill , V.
oitghly and fully cmilm.,i n,t ...
every way prepared to do a ftnm
milling business. Partners are Intta
to cull at our mill ,lmi becom. .
uutilnted with our system nhld,
lulres but a single tilnl to prove uh
factory In every way. Ilrywt u"'
Iteeves, ! ll.T Cluirch an,l Ti?'
Mt 1 (Hitu Sin I ni i ..... vlsV
' ' '"' '" ""'KUII,
MODERN OFFICE BLOCK
Has T:vcry Appointment of jTkiiJ
eth Century Mnz.
The Mccormick block which lr
been converted Into a modern huiiu '
and olllce IiuIIiIIiil- In n nmirrs f '
,, - VH(VV V B
pride to the people of this cltr. H
cue cop noor me me Masonic WtM
iimiiin, uu- most perrect ' in pa
ineiil lu the Htnte. Tho second ief
that Is not used by the Meyerj tr
goods House Millinery and d
iijmrtuifiitH is illriled Into large i
woU-llKlileii nlllces. Tie bulldlm 1
steam bent, ulectrlc elevators, eid
lluhts and Kits, nre OHcanes ui win
stimdiiltii'H Inside nnd out. Tht.
nre reached by elevators or tmiw! 3
stairways noin t ourt mm wwr
there Is a wide and pMU eslnact
The nllli es all open 0flSbmltUTHI
uud are llnlshed in sotiwtai vtn
agieeihle to the eyes. AUMiwtol
all had tenants but three.
Bryant & Reeves' New Flouring Mills
a Credit to the Capital City.
Iteiognlzlng in the efchnngo system
the basic pilmiplc of successfully con-
luitlng the milling businesH with the
i oral classes, Messrs. Ilryuiil uud
Iteeves, formei ly of AiiinHVllIo, recent
ly established anil nre now operating a
milling plant In Salem on those plin.
1 1 pies. The plant Is located at the
inriier of Church nnd Trude stioels
and tho business has assumed such
proportions that the machinery Is kept
lu continuous operation to meet the
demand for tho linns' products.
Iloth members of the llrm ure piiictl
. at millers und thoioiighly iiiulerstund
the business. They itintiiifuiiuiv but
me special brand of lloui the "Mil
lion" lu the milking of which every
attention Is given to the end that the
product represents pelfectlou lu the
mutter of nutritious Hour, uud the
splendid sale the brand Is receiving
.imply tcsttllcH to the quality of the
in ANn MUS W. R. ANDERSON.
inn w.,n,u nt ,, .o.rt on inn nor thKinnd' '. tfwJi
...- t'VMiiuii- n i m.'i vum.,.' -r.-- there. " I t4
Court street near Front by Mrs. Win, ' JJk h, wag married,
it. Anderson calls attention to some Hamilton at Y.uicouvc - jiiBj
Historic movements m suiem which wnen lie "' ". M'
...... . . .. ... .i ,.m n. large j" k, i
win interest many rentiers, u sooms kihiwi ..-- clty A
that nt one time Old Hill owned nearly nnlvlng at i e u , cne '1
..i, .i... . , .. .. ......... i.. ,o mil I.'., 1 ,111,1 had I?'1 ., ,lmVl
nu me Kiounu in linn miock. in -ioui "' then a u I
he got several others to Join him In says I,l,I,IanYViiVof the MU
the building of theSturkey block, which the great ciirioniij fl stufflPJ
includes the stores from the Woolen tall tleribk ""f ' v V&
Mill Store up to the Urnnson corner, which evei ,M ..,..., '
Olil Tllll mi'iiu,! ll, I,. .i.l ,,,1,1 In nrital' Hill SHVS he '"' a.1,k0
Old Hill owned the lund, nnd in order Hill says
to push the town oft'e
. . v.,ri DC I
ii, nun iii w,..w. ..... v - . .- iiei,1",.
ra,l four other nretty decent u i" jjjti
men the hind free If they would put went Into the cher, tri "
up tne uiock ami he letnin the corner nicei m . nas n1"'' Ai
when it wus done. They did so. not- his credit uiuii i9 ij
wlthstandlnif that was almost consld- than be kno &Kl,A
u...i ... ... k .,,i ii i,q list of atwu ...i,3
'" ""i " i"ll hi mo iiiiio, " .- i, hve" uO!
still owns tho corner. He has lived preachers who " h PlA
i.. i.i ,. ,. ... i,a y here ami i'v .. .miin
in urn ihhkuiu House umck oi lite cur- iii"-- .inn of 8"' i I
ner for 31 years, and has there spent up the reputat' "" ,ttWr ;
h happy life nnd raised a line funilly of of saloon men tiU""
rour children. anainsi u - ,K then -'
Oh Hill came across the plains in sons woitlu "' hoU,eU'!
'62. and beliiK u native of Kentucky, He sus the n bu,
never took kindly to pi-eachlng or an from w hlsk " n fl gtoi1"
of the other professions. He started money saved i lriBI-
u wagon shop where Dr. Cuslck now Anderson in'..
lives In '57, where In company with pin money tmr i kn0WW
Win. Kngland he made his stiyt. After keeper that sne M ki
imir years or mat uusiuess ne weiu iu ihui- -- ln tnr" i
the Salmon river mines in 'CI. He declining 'J) itW
took the llrst steam saw mill Into that new home m . Bt tt" i
country, and sold rough lumber at friends and "
jlfffii Mint 1
imwt - r rwrn