Bemidji Daily Pioneer Newspaper, July 29, 1922, Page 2

1 ‘fear at his heart, lofitola Mother How?{' “WiHIl it ‘be lnl'hgq by night?" he ard. ofthe happenings at the mine, quickly, as plainly as possible. Then once more he went fofth, to retrace his steps to the Blue Poppy, to buck the wind and the fine snow and the high, piled drifts, and to go below. But the surroundings were the same: still the cave-in, with its small hole where asked. “Bastly” { “Very well. 1 may need these men to work on a day and night shift—P'm not sure. I'll'be back in an hour.” Away he went and up the shaft, to travel as swiftly possible through the drift-piled road down Kentucky “But why all ‘the excitement—and the rush?” “My partner's Harry Harkins, He's due for trial Friday, and he's disap- peared. The mine is up as security. You can see what will happen unless I can_ substitute a cash bond for the amount due before that time, ' Isn't that suficlent?’ c. BEMID) | SATURDAY EVENING, JULY 29, LUNBER & FUEL €0, OPPOSITE GREAT NORTHERN DEPOT he had torn through it, still the rag-| gulch and to the Sampler. There he “1: ought to l;.a. B'n;‘ as I salg I LET US SUPPLY YOU WITH ged hanging wall where Harry had| sought out old Underiaker Chastine, | Want to see where 'the ore comes & fired the last shots of dynamite in-bis | and with him went to the proprietor, | from.” ; LUMBER - LATH - SHINGLES investigations, still the trampled bit| “My name is Fairchild, and I'm in| “You'll see in the .morning—if I've R LIME i CEMENT — PLASTER of fuse with its cap attached.’ Noth-| trouble,” he ‘sald candidly. “I've ll]ot lt,:h:;ul::re‘: :‘;lmh:ld wu.l:‘ l- nhew ? . ing more.: *' ’ ! ; brought Mr. Chastine with me because | hope his voice. “All that . ; | 'Baék fato the black night, with the | he assayed some of my ore o few days | 1 bave 8o far is an a PAPER—Roofing and Sheathing winds whistling - through'’the “pines, | ago and belleves he knows what it Is dril scrapings. I don't . BRICK—Common, Fire and Fancy ‘of'every faint, dark object against 'the' ‘snow, in the hope that' Harry, Back to 'wandering about through the hills, hurrying forward at' the - sight crippled by the cavein, might have some way gotten out of the shaft, worth. . I'm working against tithe to get five thousand dollars. If I can produce ore that runs two hundred dollars to the ton, and if I'll sell it to you for ome hundred seventy-five’ dol- lars a ton until'I can"get the money thick the vein is or wheth r.1t's going to pinch out in ten minutes after we strike it. ' But I'l know Continued in next issue duharride tor Tha Duily Ploneer. e 'FULL LINE OF DRAIN TILE AND SEW Einnige Sash Doors and Mill:Work. 1 i - ER PIPE But they were only boulders or logs or stumps of ‘trees. At midnight, Fairchild turned "once more toward town and to the boarding house. But Harry had not appeared. 'There was only one thing left to do. " This time, when Fdlrchild 1left Mother Howard'’s, his steps did not lead him toward Kentucky gulch. In- stead he kept straight on up the street, past the little line of store buildings and to the courthouse, where he sought out the sole remaining light in the bleak, black building—Sherift Bardwell's office. - That personage was nodding in his chair, but removed his feet from the desk and turned drow- sily as Fairchild .entered. “Well?” he questiomed, “what’s up?” “My partner has disappeared. I want to reporf to you—and see if I can get some help.” ' “Disappeared? Who?” “Harry Harkins. He's a big Cor- nishman, with a large mustache, very red face, about sixty years old, I should' judge—" “Walt a minute” Bardwell's eyes narrowed. “Ain’t he the fellow I ar- rested in the Blue Poppy mine the night of the Old Times dance?” ' - “Yes” 5 I need, provided I can get the per- __(Continued from last issus) “"Falrchild’s chin set, and his arms moved slowly. Then he laughed. “No —Fll give you my word I haven't been high-grading,” he said. “My partner: and I drilled 'a hole in' the foot wall of the stope where we were ‘working, hoping to find the rest of a vein that was pinching out on us. And we got this stuff. Is it any good?” 418", 1t good?” ~ Again' Old Under- taker Chastine looked over his glasses. “That's just the” trouble. It's” too 8p0d—It's 50 good that it seems there's something funny about it. Son, that stuff’ assays within a gram, almost, of“the ore they're ‘taking out of the Silver Queen!” - 4 “What's that?” Fairchild had leaped G forward and grasped the other man f by the shoulders, his eyes agleam,ihis ] whole being trembling with excite- " ment, “You're not kidding me about it?. You're sure—you're sure?” ,“Boy, you've got. a bonanza, if this holds out. It’s almost identical. I never paw.-two samples of ore that were more alike. Let's see, the Blue Poppy's right up Kentucky gulch, not 2 > . The Minnesota and International Ry. Company will employ men at rates prescribed by the United States Railroad Labor Board as follows: Machinists .. .. .. .. ..%. .. .. .. ... 70c per hour Sheet Metal Workers... .. .. .. .. .. .. 70c per hour Stationary Engineers ... .. .. .. ... .. Various rates . Stationary Firemen ;. .. .. .. .. .. .. Various rates _Boilermakers .. ... ... ... 70c and 70%c per hour \Passenger Car Men' ., <, .. .. .. .... 70c per hour Freight Car Men ., :-.- .. ... 63c per hour ; Helpers, all classes’.. .. .. .. ..".. .. 47c per hour L8 m ‘)’&‘ ed. |, There Wal_no answer, s0_very far away from the Silver Queen, isn’t it? Then there must be a , tremendous big vein concealed around there somewhere that splits, one half of it running through the mountain in one direction and the other cutting through on the opposite side. It looks like peaches and cream for you, Son. How. thick is it?” “I don’t know. We just happened to put a drill in there and this is some of . the scrapings.” “You haven’t cat into it at all, then?” “Not unless Harry, my partner, has put in a shot since I've been gone.” “Well, Son, now you can hurry back apnd “begin cutting into a. fortune. If that vein's only four inches wide, you've got plenty to keep you for the rest.of your life. Run along.” :Awd Fairchild “ran.”. Whistling and happy,- he turned out.of the office of the'Sampler and into the street, his |coat “open, his big:cap high on his hend, regardless of the sweep of the cold wind -and: the .fine snow that it ‘catried on its Icy breath. The wait- ing of-months was over, and Falrchild at last .was begioning to see his dreams. come true. ..So this: was: the reason that Ro- daine.had acknowledged the value of the ‘mine that day in court! This ‘as the reason for the mysterious offer of fifty thousand dollars and for thie later one of nearly a quarter of a million! Rodaine had known; Ro- dalne had Information, and Rodaine bad. been, willing to pay to gain pos- segsion of what now appeared to be a .bonanza. But Rodaine had falled. And Fairchild had won! ‘Won! But suddenly he.realized that there was a blankness about it all. He had’ won money, It is true. But all the money in the world could not i free him from the talnt that had been left upon him by a coroner's | investigation, from the hint that still remained In the recommendation of the grand’ jury that the murder -of Sissle Larsen be looked into further. Nor could it remove the stigma of the four charges against Harry, which soon were to come to trial, and with- out a bit of evidence to combat them. Riches could do much—but they could not aid in that particular, and some; what sobered by the knowledge, Fair- child turned from the main road and on- up ‘thrdugh" the high-plled snow to the mouth of the Blue Poppy mine. A faint acrid odor struck his nos- trils as he started to descend the shaft, - the “perfume” of exploded dynamite, and it sent anew into Fair- child’s heart the excitement and in- tensity of the strike. Evidently Harry had shot the deep hole, and now, there in the chamber, was examining the result, which must, by this time, give | some iden of the extent of the ore and the width of the veln. A moment mors and he had reached the bottom, to leap from the carrier, light his car- bide.lamp which hung where he had left it on the timbers, and start for- ward. | . The odor grew heavier. Falrchild el his lght before him and looked| yifar ‘ahead, wondering why he could | t#en gleam from Harry's lamp. & ¢ and he went on. A Cave.in! cap, and attacked the timbers like thie fear-maddened man he was, dragging them by superhuman force out of the way and clearing a path to the refuse. Hours passed, while the sweat poured from his forehead and. his muscles seemed to tear themselves loose from their fastenings with the exertion that was placed upon them. Foot after. foot, the muck was torn away, as Fairchild, with pick and shovel, forced a tunnel through the great mass of rocky debris which choked the drift. Onward—onward— at ‘last to ‘'make a small opening in the barricade, and to lean close to it that he might shout again. But still there was no answer, 1 Feverish - now, Fairchild . worked with all'the reserve strength that was in. him. Behind. that broken mass, \Fairchild - felt; sure, was his partner, torn, bleeding through the effects: of some accident, he did not- know what, past :-answering. his - calls, perhaps dead. Greater became the hole in the cave-in; .soon it was large enough to .admit his .body. Seizing his car- bide lamp, Fairchii¢ .made for the opening and . crawled -through, hurry- ing onward toward the chamber where the stope began, calling’ Harry's name at every step, in vain, .The place was empty, except for. the pile of stone and refuse which had been torn away by dynamite explosions in the hang- ing wall, where Harry evidently had shot away: the remaining refuse in a last. effort to see what lay in that direction —stones' and muck which told nothing. On the other side— Fairchild stared blankly. The hole that he had made into the foot wall had been filled with dynamite and tamped, as though ready for shooting. But the charge had not been exploded. Instend—on the - ground lay the re- mainder of the tamping paper and a short foot and a half of fuse, with its fulminate of mercury cap attached, where it had. beenipulled from its berth by some great force and hastily stamped out. And Harry— Harry was gone! CHAPTER XVI It was as though shades of the past had come to life again, to repeat in the Twentieth century a happening of the Nineteenth, There was only one difference—no form of a dead man i now lay against the foot wall, to rest there more than a score of years une til 1t should come to light, a pile of hones in tjme-shredded clothing. And as he thought of it, Fairchild remem- bered that the earthly remains of “Sissle” Larsen had lain within almost o few feet of the spot where he had drilled the prospect hole into the foot wall, there to discover the ore that promised bonanza. But this time there was nothing and no clueto the mystery of Harry's disappearance. - Falrchjld - suddenly strengthened with an idea. A Pethaps, after all, he had "been on the other Hide of the cave-in and had hurried on out of the mine, ‘But in that.event, would be not.have waited fop hls turn, to tell him ofthe accidéntPHow- “And you say he's disappéared? hen does his trial come up?’ « ° . “A week from tomorrow.” “And he's disappeared.” -A slow smile came over the other man's lips. “I don’t think it will help much to start any relief expedition: for him. The thing to do is to get a picture and a general description and send it around to the police in the various parts of the country! That'll be the best way to find him ! Fairchild’s teeth gritted, -but he could not escape the force of .the ar- gument, from the sheriff’s standpoint. For,a moment there was sllence, then the miner came closer to the desk. “Sheriff,” said he as calmly as pos- sible, “you have a perfect right to give that sort of view.. That’s your business—to suspect people. However, some sort of an accident happened at the mine this afternoon—a cave-in or an -explosion- that tore out the roof of the tunnel—and I am sure that-my partner'is wandering among the hills, ‘Will.you help.me. to find him?” . The sheriff wheeled about in his; chair and studled a moment. rose. . “Guess T will,” he announced. “It can’t do any harm to- look for him, anyway.” Half an hour later, alded by two deputies who had been summoned “from ‘their homes, Falrchild and the sheriff left for the hills to begin the search for the missing Harry. Late the next afternoon, they returned to town, tired, thelr horses almost craw}- ing in their dragging pace after six- teen hours of travel through the drifts of the hills'and gullles. 'Harry had not been found, and so Falrchild reported when, with® drooping shoul- ders, he returned to the boarding house and to the waiting Mother How- ard. And both knew that this time Harry's disappearance'was no joke, as | it had been before. ‘They ' realized that back of it all was some sinister reason, some mystery which they could not solve—for the present, at least. That night, Fairchild fuced the future and made his resolve. There was only a week now until Harry's case should come to trial. Only a week until the failure of the defendant to appear should throw the deeds of the Blue Poppy mine into the hands of the court, to be sold for the amount of the bail, , And in spite of the fact that Fairchild now felt his mine to- be a bonanza, unless some sort of a miracle could happen before that time, the mine was the same as lost.. True, it would go to the highest bidder at a public sale and any money brought in above the amount of bail would he returned to him. But who would be that bidder? Who would get the mine—perhaps for twenty or! twenty-five thousand dollars, when it now was worth millions? Certalnly not he. Unless something should hap- pen to intervene, unless Harry should return, or in some way Fairchild could raise the necessary five thou- sand. dollars to furnish a cash bond' and again recover the deeds of the Blue Poppy, he was no-befler off:than before the strike was made. ‘Long he thought, finally le} _his conclu- en,; Witl ‘€H@'alF of agam- he ‘went" t: i | men,” Then he "‘ “Will You Put It Through for Me?” mission of the court—will you put it through for me?’ The Sampler owner smiled. “If you'll:let me see where you're getting the ore.” Then he figured a moment. “That'd be thirty or forty ton,” came at last. “We could handle that as fast as you could bring it in here.” . But a new.thought had struck Fair- child—a new - necessity. for. money. . “I'll_give it to you for one hundred and fifty dollars a. ton, providing you do the hapling and. lend. me enough afteér the first day or so to pay my trovertible. . ) goods. merchandise, that it was the and adequately advertised brand of goods that got the lion’s share of the business there wag to get, while the preponderant loss of sales fell on the unbranded and unadvertised The great “buyers’ strike” of 1920-21 a never to be forgottefi event in the economic history " of this country, proved a point which must henceforth be recognized as basic and incon- It was discovered by merchants and job- bers everywhere, in practically every line of trademarked This was a great “showdown” for advertis- ing. Its position as a factor in economic life was ont trial, Had it really done what it had always been claimed for it? Had it created - consumer preference that would hold against keen competition ofa sacrifice price on un- marked goods? i The verdict of the buying public was un- qualified. It was not a straw vote to deter- mine popularity. It was the final test of wil- lingness to buy. The ballots were dollars. And the preponderant majority voted with their dollars that they preferred to keep right on buying advertised goods. i With the Whole ‘country on a schedule of production and sales, the redj g Mechanics and helpers are allowed time and one-half for time work- ! ed in excess of eight hours per day Young men who desire to learn these trades will be employed and given an opportunity to flo 30, APPLY TO ANY ROUNDHOUSE OR SHOPS, AT NORTH BEMIDJI OR AT GENERAL QFFICE, BRAINERD. ’ Minnesota & lfilferijafional“"RaiIWay Company iably those making trademarked and nation- ally advertised goods. All over the country today manufacturers jobbers and merchants are giving serious con- sideration to, this important and conspicuous- ly demonstrated fact: the piblic prefer to buy nationally’advertised brands of merchan- dise. And public demand is the last word in all economic sitdations. No one can go against ‘it and long endure. -« ‘This" will mean, then, that more and more manufacturers . will seek out ways to make: their products worthy of a distinctive trade :mark and a'sustained plan of advertising. It will mean that merchants will more and more give preference in their stocks to advertised brands. It'will mean' that jobbers will more . and more-arrange to supply the merchant with ‘advertised brands. But: new advertisers, manufacturers who are finally convihced that their future lies in ‘ the direction of an'advertised product, will ° discover that the magic power of advertising P can'not be #pplied overnight. It may require 1 sustained-effort to attain a position of equal- .. ity with competitors who have been advertis- ing for many years. This.will be an unwel- . come discovery. But.it will be found to be the . truth, and will be their only hope of gaining:: - a substantial foothold in what, from now on ° . must continue to be a more keenly’ competi- ' ity o O enty-fve foet! Then| S5 It Was @ chiance, and Fairchibl | Ui ., I 4 2 e stopped short with n gasp. Twisted R ey b h?amo;‘qm‘ tound: pim awake lnungi ief that were able to keep on produeir - tive: market ‘than’ we have known for.a gen-: and torn ‘before him were the timbers 1 ht th i efo Lest e M 4. was stir- . o : ERT % eration < i & TGO ik i of the tunnel, while matck and refuse| mhon e Earied. dumn Kenvorly | FIRE Irst-workerg i the street anything like normal quantitiie ration, ", B asse lay. everywhere, A cave-in—another | that morning¥oend hild offering | 3 2 % cave-in—at almost the ‘exact spot ‘where the one had occurred years be- fore, shutting off the chamber from | cominunication with the shaft, tearing | and ;rending the new timbers whlch} had been placed there and imprison- +ing: Harry behind them! Falrchild ‘shouted again and again, | only gaining for his answer the ghost- like echoes of his.own voice as they traveled to the shaft and were thrown gulch and to the Sampler. But Har! had not been there. He went. through town, asking 'questions, striving his best to shield his anxiety, cloaking his queries_under the cover of cursory re- marks. Harry had not been seen. At last,’ with' the coming of night, he turned toward the boarding house, and on his arrival, Mother Howard, sight- Ing his white face, hurried to him. “Have you seen Harry?” he afked. “No—he hasn’t been here.” back ‘again. 'He tore off his coat and It was the last chance. Clutching them, l; dollars a day. And -o_!ght a%tlock, ten .of “them m work in the drift of' the: Blue Poppy'mine, working against time that they might repair the damag: which ‘had been: caused by the cave-inm, That day and the next and the next after that, they lalored. Then Fair- child glanced at the progress that was being made and sought out the pseudo- bt s foreman. e Americsn Asscslation of Advertising ¥7 the Bemidjt Ploneer tn sc-gperation Wik} Agencies.