Bemidji Daily Pioneer Newspaper, February 9, 1921, Page 2

BEMIDJI DAILY PIONEER PUBLISHED EVERY AFTERNOON EXCEPT SUNDAY THE BEMIDJI PIONEER PUBLISHING CO. G. E. CARSON, President G. W. HARNWELL, Editor J. D. WINTER, City Editor E. H. DENU, Sec. and Mgr. Telephone 922 the postoffice at Bemidji, Minnesota, as second-class matter, ‘Eatered at . B under Act of Congress of March 3, 1879. e No sttention paid to anonymous contributions. Wiiter's name must s known to the editor, but not necessarily for publication. Communica- e & '-I?Il for the Weekly Pioneer must reach this office not later than Tuesday! i of ench week to insure publication in the current issue. | ' SUBSCRIPTION RATES | By Carrier By Mail Ope Year $6.00 | ‘Sis Uanths One Year “THrep Months d @ne Month 5 Six Months ... One Week .15 Three Months ...ceeeeeee | | THE WEEELY PIONEER—Twelve pages, published every Thursday and sent postage paid to any address fcr, in advance, $2.00. OFFICIAL COUNTY AND CITY PROCEEDINGS ? THE PENALTY OF CHURCH NEGLECT i “Where the churches are decadent,” editorializes the Vir-| ginia Enterprise, “a selfish spirit grows up in a community, that| vestricts all development. There is no stronger reminder that* people should live for something besides their own selfish in- . terests. Effective church work accomplishes many results other than the spiritual blessing it was primarily established to create. | 'A gospel of helpfulness makes people more willing to take hold | and work for community causes.”. bl How characteristic of human inconsistency it is that while nearly every clear thinking man recognizes the essential truth| in this, so large a proportion of us fail to give it expression by at-| tending church or taking the slightest interest in its administra- tion. Some of us do contribute money to church maintenance and occasionally go, when there is something extraordinary to be seen or heard, but so far as concerning ourselves with its inner life, too many are as indifferent as an African savage. Money is necessary for a church, as for any other human institution, but it is the smallest factor and its usefulness de-| pends entirely upon the devotion and enthusiasm of the com- paratively few people who give their time and thought to church work. If left to money alone every church in the land 4 would die of its own futility in a generation. i Reduced to its lowest material terms the church, any 1 church, is too important to individual and community life to jeopardize on’ the altar of an indifference that is based partly on shallow selfishness and partly on indolence. Unless man- kind generally takes a warmer and more personal interest in it and its stimulating and inspiring message, the peace and prog- ress assured by a God whose benign gospel is expressed in the Sermon on the Mount will be left to a later and wiser generation. S i SN HARVEY WANTS TO KNOW | The statement, presumably upon authority, that in 1918 there was reported in the United States only one income of as much as five millions, raises the natural inquiry:* Where are our much talked-of billionaires? Indeed, it might be asked, where are‘all those whose fortunes are commonly reckoned by hundreds of millions? One of two answers readily occurs. Either popular estimates of the wealth of rich men are grossly exaggerated, or there was exercised. much ingenuity and also a large degree of courage in the making out of income tax re- turns. Perhaps a comprehensive answer would comprise both of these ; the one for some cases, the other for others. 0- THAT'S RIGHT, PARK RAPIDS ! \ Bemidji l.as an active club that will make it a special duty | to see that all trout streams in the vicinity of Bemidji are stock- ed this season. This club planted over 600,000 trout fry last season and are out to do better this season. We need a little more activity along this line in Park Rapids and we believe the Community club can put a little pep into the work by taking the matter up at the next regular meeting.—Hubbard County| Journal. OVERHEARD BY EXCHANGE EDITORj P | ! A Joke on the Thief ! The Region editor was robbed of all his money the second week he was in St. Paul, Unfortunately for the thief, we are in the newspaper business instead of the paper business.—Baudette Region. Why should Henry Ford be pussy-footing down Wall street trying to borrow a few paltry millions when he could get all he needs by raising the price of Fords a cent apiece?—St. Paul Dispatch. The man who decides that cigars are too expensive assures his friends he | gets the most satisfaction out of a pipe.—St. Cloud Daily Times. Senator Borah wants to cut down the congressional appropriations fnri the expenses of the presidential inauguration to $10. And the president-| elect would doulgtleus agree willingly, if congress would cut down other expenses proportionately, including the postal franking privilege.—Little | Falls Transcript. A St. Paul municipal court jury has awarded dama; 5 c zes of $175 to Mrs. | Laure Flesher, tenant, against an apartment house company, for failure tso L:zep her flat warm, as was specified in her lease. The verdict gave the land- lord a chill—Mankato Daily Free Press. The man who must give up his work to do jury service is enti R u s s entitled Trt\qret;:’on;ttrt thaRIhe has ;}revgol:lsly gotten in the court room. He \Ivifl gte‘: it in the future. More comfortable chairs are to be install j P —Little Falls Daily Transcript. SHRPEISE R JNtong nsey Minnesota People who are blessed with the wonderfully beauti | 0 P y utiful :l\:&ia:::n wl'hxc: gl»l;eg hea]t}l;bar:jd ltmmwiness, extend sympathy to the delu’de“d‘ ens who are being robbed by the landlord bandit: Cali i ! Florida.—St. Cloud Journal Press. gl sandisek Caltiomaia fand Seems a little tough on starving chinks, to shi ini $ S, p a few million | & ;;z Nlen}n!:esgta,_tlml;{arour;dlthe world, where they are sold for less th‘:: gegfii m n fruit. Meanwhile several millions of Chinese ar¢ starvi; | ——Fergqs AT e ese are starving for food. | . The statement is made that President-elect Harding i i i ‘ s 't ¢ - ing is wearing his last | year’s overcoat. Only last year’s—he is more fortunate than manyg\ve kno:vi | an dthey are not all newspaper men, either.—Stillwater Daily Gazette. | All Armenia has to do to arouse the humanitari i s 0 nanitarian sentiment of the | 5 powers and secure protection from massacre, is to discover oil in large g o quantities.—Fergus Falls Tribune. Judge Nye at Moorhead sentenced a bank robber to fort; i i on; which will no doubt have a tendency t Tthis style of making a| fiving.—-stillwatci- Coubt e e ncy to checls this style of mak‘mg al Criminals and educated persons seldom get in the millionai s ressmt] Jin illionaire class, ?a{x‘lanrl;lavéfiny of Alberta professor. Too busy lifting and upliftim:.—Stt Many individuals are so self-satisfied that they never become suspicious uf the man who always agrees with them.—St. Cloud Daily Times. i | the rehel ranks, as Ricardo Ruey had | | as the launch shot in under the ves- (Lontinued From Last Issue) | In an incredibly short space otfi | time the news that the arsenal had | | been cuptured and that Sarros was | | besfeged in the palace spread through the city. The sight of the red ban- | ner of revelution floating over the ar- senal for the first time in fifteen years | brought hundreds of willing reeruits to anticipated; these were ‘quickly sup- | plied with arms and ammunition; by | ten o'clock a battalion had ‘been | formed and sent off, together with the | machine gun company, to connect with the San Bruno contingent advancing from the south to turn the flank of | the government troops, while' the | equipping of an additional battalion proceceded within the arsenal. As | fast as the new levies were armed, they were hurried off to re-enforce the handrul of white men who had, after clearing the arsenal, advanced on the paluce and now, with machine guns | from the arsenal commanding all ave- nues of escape from the trap wherein | Sarros found himself, were calmly | awaiting developments, merely keeping an eye open for snipers. ? Thus the forenoon passed away. By one o'clock Don Juan Cafetero~whe in | | the absence of close-range fighting nadi elected himself ordnance sergeant—, passed out the last rifle and ammuni-} tion. IHe was red with slaughter, slippery with gun-grease, dripping| with perspiration, and filthy with dust and dirt. “Begorra,” he declared, “a| cowld bottle av beer wounld go . finej now.” Ther, recalling his limitations, he sighed and put the thought from him. It revived in him, however, for| the first time since he had left the, steamer, a memory of John Stumfl Webster, and his promise to the lat-| ter to report on the progress of the| war. So Don Juan sought Doctor Pacheco in his headquarters and learned that a signal-man, heliozraph-| ing from the roof of the arsenul, had been in communication with General| Ruey, who reported the situation well in bhand, with no doubt of an over- whelming victory before the day should be over. This and sundry other | bits of Information Don Juan gleaned| and then deserted the Sobrantean rev-| olutionary army quite as casually as he had joined it, to make his precarl- ous way down the Calle San Rosario to the bay. CHAPTER XV. Throughout the foremoon Webster and Dolores, from the deck of th steamer, watched the city. By ten o'clock the sounds of battle had swell-| ed to a deeper, steadier roar, and, refugees arciving brought various and | fragmentary stories of the fighting.| From this hodge-podge of misinforma-/ tion, however, Webster decided that' Ricardo's troops were forcing the is- sue with vim and determination, and since the most furlous fighting. was| now well in toward the heart of the) city, it seemed reasonable to presume the struggle was for possession of the arsenal ond palace. At noon the deep diapason of con- flict began to slacken; by one o’clock it had dwindled cousiderably, and at two o'clock Webster, gazing anxiously cityward, observed Leber’s launch coming rapidly out from shore. At the wheel stood Don Juan Cafetero; sel's side he looked up, searching for Webster's face among the curlous throng that lined the rail. “Who has won?” a voice called, and another, evidently a humorlst and a shrewd judge of human nfture, re- plied: “Why ask foolish questions? The rebels, of course. That tellow's | Irish and the Irish are born rebels. Look at the scoundrel. He's black with gun grease and’ burned powder where he fsn't red with ‘blood. The butcher!” “Faugh-a-ballagh!” he shrieked. “We've got the divils cornered now. "Pwill be over two hours hince.” Don Juan ‘tied up the launch at the gangway and leaped up the lad- der, three steps at a time. “Glory be to God,” he panted and hurled him- selt into’ Webster's arms. “I was in it! I wnas Igotback in time to catch up wit’ the lads at the warchouse an’ they were the fine, fightin® devils, T'll wamble you. Och, ‘twas a ;;rmnd bit av a fight—whilst 1t lasted. They put me In the motor-thruck, londin’ the | belts wit' ca'tridges as fast as the ! gunners emptied thim, but faith they couldn't keep me there. I got into the heart av the serimmage in the yard ay the arsenal an® faith ’twas well for that little Docthor Pacheco 1 did. *Pwas wurrk to me likin'. I'd a ma- chete—" . ' “You bloodthirsty scoundrel!” Web- ster shook the war-mad son of Erin. “I told you not to mix in it, but to hsng around on the fringe of the fight, and bring us early news. Suppose you'd been killed? Who would h:\\-oi come for us then? Didn't I tell you Pefer B.lyne uthor of “Cappy icks,” “The Valley we had a dioner palace?’/ “Me on the fringes av a fight?” sputtered Don Juan, amazed and out- raged. “Take shame for yerself, sor. There was niver the likes av me hung around the fringes av a fight, an’ well | ye Know it “Pm amazed that you even remem- bered your instructions,” Webster rasped at him. “Sure, our division had cl'aned up nicely an’ I had nothin’ else to do, God bless ye. They were beslegin’ the palace whin I left, an’ small chance av takin® it for a couple av hours; what fightin’ there was on the outside was street shootin’—an’ not to me likin’” i | “Is it quite safe to bring Miss Ruey ashore, John?” “Tis safe enough at the Iotel Ma- teo. We have the city for half a mile beyant, in the rear av them—an’ they're not fightin® to get to the bay. The guards an’ some av the Fifteenth Infanthry regimint are in the palace | an’ the cuartel close by, an’ thim that we failed to get in the arsenal | have j'incd thim. But the bulk av the Sarros army is thryin’ to break t'rough to the south an’ west, to get to the hills, D’ye mind the spur thrack that runs in a semi-circle | around the city? Well, thin, the reb- els are behint the embankmint, takin® it aisy. Have no worry, sor. Whin we've took the palace we’ll move on an’ dhrive the vagabones from behint up to that railroad embankmint, where Gineral Ruey can bld them the time av day.” Webster turned to Dolores. “Do you | wish to go ashore?” { She nodded, her flashing eyes bent | M admiration upon the gory, grimy | Don Juan Cafetero, for she was haf | 1risd, and In that amazing meeting | she knew the outcast for one of her blood. “I think my brother will sleep | in hjs father’s old foom tonight,” she | murmured softly. “And I would sleep in mine.” They followed Dgn Juan down the | gangway to the laufith and sped back to the city. The door of Leber’s ware- house stood wide open; within was n‘\ litter of greasy rags and broken| packing cases, with Leber, quite mys~‘ tified, sitting on a keg of nails and staring curlously at it all. Guided by Don Juan Cafetero, Web-! ster and Dolores passed on up L\IB‘ Calle San Rosario. Occasionally a; Dullet, fired two or three miles to the| west, droned lazily overhead or| dropped with a sharp metallic sound, on the corrugated-ivon roofs of al building. At the botel the proprietor | alone was in evidence, seated behind the desk smoking in profound indif- ference. In response to Webster's eager in- quiries for the latest news from the front, the placid fellow shrugged and: murmured: “Quien sabe?’ Evidently| for him such stirring scenes had long, since lost their novelty; the bloom| was oft the peach, as it were. Webster went upstairs and helped himself to another automatic and sev- eral spare clips of shells which he| had left in his trunk. On his return| to. the lobby, Dolores saw what a; very nearsighted person, indeed, would' have secn—to wit: that he was not| pleased to remain in the hotel and| with the spirit of adventure strong| within him was desirous of progress-l ing still farther toward the firing, in the hope of eliciting some favorable| news as to the progress of the fight.| She realized, however, that he would engagement fn the | do his duty and remain with her in? the hotel ; so she said gayly: “Suppose wo walk out a little far-! ther, Caliph. Many of the side streets will be as safe and peaceful as one could desire, and if warfare should develop in our vicinity we can step in- to some house.” . + “I do not like to have you run the| slightdst risk—" he began, but she pooh-poohed him into silence, took | him by the arm with a great air of cnmaraderie, and declaredithey should | o forth to adventure—but cautiously. | Webster glanced at Don Juan. “We/| can go a half or three quarters av a mile out the Calle San Rosario, sor,” | the Irishman answered. “After that, *twill not be a pleasant sight for the young leddy—an’ there may be somé¢| shootin’. Squads av the governmint| throops took refuge’in the houses an’ | took to snipin’. 'Twill be shlow wurrk | roundin’ the last av thim up. Even: afther the fight is over, there’ll be| seatterin’ \shootin® scrapes all av the ! night long, I'm thinkin"."” “At the slightest danger we'll turn ' back,” Webster announced, and witly| Don Juan Cafetero scouting the way | a block in advance they progressed | slowly toward the center of the dis-| turbance. i Soon they passed a horse dead in | the middle of the street; a little far-| ther on one of the machine-gun | company, a lank Tesan, sat_-on the curb rolling a cigarette with his | left hand. He had a bullet through his right shoulder and another through | | fight itself. the @GN of ifs Teg and had received no first ald attention; the flles were both- ering him considerably and he was cursing.softly and fluently, like the ex- mule-skinner he was, Farther on another white invader lay face down in the gutter; for him the fight had ended almost ere it had begun. In the nest block half a doz- en sandal-footed Sobramteans; .in the blue and red-trimmed uniform,.of ‘the. Guardia Civil, lay sprawled in uncouth attitudes, where' the ‘first: blast of @ machine gun had catight them as:thgy rushed out of the:police station: to res pel the'adyancing mergenaries 4 Seeing. that theymaln; jstreet city ‘would assnmé even: d:uore grisly aspeet the Jonger. they follawed it, Pon > Jutin, led .Webster and Dolores n cou- ple of blocks down n eross strect and ! turned out.futo’ the Calle de flernan- dez, parallel ‘to the Calle-San’ Rosario. There had Deen no shooting in this street,” apparently; as they proceeded not even a stray bullet whined down the silent calle. TFour blocks from the government palace they found the narrow side- walks of this quiet street lined with | wounded from both sides, with a doc- tor and half a dozen of Ricardo's hired fighters ministering to them; as they | threaded their way between the recum- bent figures they came upon Mother Jenks, brandy bottle and glass in hand, “doing her bit.” “Hah! So here ycu are, my lamb,” she greeted Dolores. “Right-o. Just where yer ought to be, Gor’ bless yer sweet face. Let these poor misfor- tunate lads see that the sister o’ the new president ain’t too proud to care for ’em. 'Ere, lass. '0ld up the ’ead o’ this young cockerel with the ‘ole in ’js neck. °'Ere, lad. Tyke a brace now! ’Ere’s some o0’ your own people, not a ot o' bloomin® yeller bellies, come to put something else in yer neck—some- think that'll stimulate_yer.” The “young cockerel,” a blond youth of scarce 20 summers, twisted his head and grinned up at Dolores he knelt beside him to lift him up. ere, here, sister,” he mumbled, “you’ll get that white dress dirty. Never mind me. It’s- just a flesh wound, only my neck has got stiff and I'm weak from loss of blood.” Mother Jenks winked at Webster as she set a glass of brandy to the strick- en adventurer's lips. “Give me a bit | o the white meat, as my sainted 'En- ery used to s'y,” she murmured com- fcally. Dolores looked up at Webster. “T'll stay here,” she said simply. “I've found a job helping Mother Jenks. You and Don Jpnan may run along if you wish. 1 knofv you're as curious a’ children.” They were. It would have beep im- possible for any man with red corpus- | cles in his blood to harken to the shoot- ing and shouts only three city blocks distant without yearning to see the APRONS Specially priced at. . Specially priced at. . Specially priced at. . Coverall aprons of hea\{y percales and ginghams, n the dark and light in a variety of styles. A~Wm~mfi\mmm LSy —*PII"return in 15 minutes, at tho Iatest,” he promised her, and with Don Jujn Cafetero, who had helped himself to a rifle and bayonet from one of the wounded, heturned the corner into the next stregt which they followed west through a block plentifully sprinkled with the dead of both factions. Don Juan led the way through an al- ley in the rear of the Catedral de la \Santa Cruz to the dcor of the sacris- ty; as he placed his hand on the latch ‘ithree rifle bullets struck around them, . ‘showering them with fragments of fall- ‘ing adobe. “I'here’s a house party in the neigh- porhood,” yelled Don Juan and darted | 'into the church, with Webster at his | heels, just in time to escape another fusillade. They walked through the sacristy and passed through a door into'the great cathedral, with its high, carved, gothic-arched ceiling. Through *the thick-closed doors of the main en- i trance, lost in the dimness of space ! out in front, the sounds of the battle half a block away seemed very distant, indecd. — They passed the altar gnd Don Juan genuflected and crossed himself rever- ently. “I'll be afther makin® me con- fession,” he +whispered to Webster. “Wait for me, sor.” He leaned his rifle against the altar railing, crossed the church and touched lightly on the shoulder a monk kneel- ing In prayer before the altar of the Virgin; the latter bent his head while Don Juan whispered; then he rose and both went Into the confessional, while Webster found a bench along the wall and waited, . Presently Don Juan came forth, | knelt op the red-tiled floor and prayed —something, Webster suspected, he had not done for quite & while. And when he had finished his supplication and procured his rifle, Webster Jjoined him, the monk unbolted the door and from the quiet of the house of God they passed out into the street and the tumult of hell. _ _ (Continued in Next Issue) MILLER'S CASH a LENTEN SPECIALS nd CARRY STORE Bob-White, absolutely boneless Cod Fish Mackeral Spiced Herring Herring Roll Mops Bloaters Smoked Black Cod Sardines Lobsters Shrimp Crab Meats v Gorton’s Fish Balls Sardines in tomato sauce Fish Flakes Cove Oysters Fancy Red Salmon, 1-1b flat cans ... —Fresh Oysters— 3 42c Fai';cy, C]eafied, Washed Spinach, large can ‘We have another supply of th large size, doz ose sweet, juicy Oranges, 3 lbs Nutmargarine . Campbell’s Soups, cans ... Jello, 2 pkes Tomatoes, 2 cans ...... Dairy Maid Hominy, | @ ! CRN:uvcocsonsnes 5c Cut Green Beans, cans . ~80c We have a supply of dif- ferent brands of cheese. Cream Cheese Kraft Roquefort American Kraft, Pimento Kraft Elkhorn Sandwich Elkhorn Full Cream Amer. 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