The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, July 26, 1917, Page 4

— Save 7 EES RPE EOS OMOEA THURSDAY, JULY 26, 1917 THE TRIBUNE Entered at the Postoffice, Bismarck, N. jana overwhelmed peaceful little Bel-| fiium, laid waste its fields and farms,) ravaged its cities, enslaved its men,| starved its children and outraged its! a8 Becond Cless Matter. 1BSUE @UBSCHIPTION RATES PAYABLE xn | WoUen. ADVANCE mall or carrier, per ‘North | tor: . 6 Weekly, by meil per year secre 1-50) G. LOGAN PAYNE CO: Special Foreign Representative | ve. Bldg; CHICAGO, | + BORT & Winter neg: BiGg.; MINNE- ma rs T NEWSPAPER 172) Ss ly little French Jt was,German troops that made --. $ 69 northern France 2 desert, that pillag- 4.99/ed beautiful old churches and dwell a.25 imugs and that, beas \its Belgium offenses against innocent “| bumans 60 Ji was German troops that murder-| led Edith Cavell { It was German troops that, under | |the false claim of reprisals, shot Bel-| um men held ws hostages Jt was German troops that wanton- and drun ildren. ke, repeated ly killed and wounded ppsiich Cumberland of 4 E.PHILLIPS ‘comrmncet. Tr "renown | SYNOPSIS. | CHAPTER I—Od a trip through the country the |breakdown of her automobile forces Louise Maurel, a famous London ac- is = = It was German troops that stole s Se ee ai iis aN ee = Bel, - factories | 7285: 10 spend the night at the farm WEATHER REPORT machinery from gian factories home of John and Stephen Strange Paeeneise ice Meaving nothing bebind but the gut) wey For 24 hours ending at noon July 4 ted walls | CHAPTER JI—At dinner Louise dis Temperature at 7 a.m. ...-.. 65 Temperature at noon 3 Highest yesterday Lowest yesterday Lowest last night Precipitation AS Highest wind velocity . 94 Trace N ami th Forecast For North Dakota: Generally fair tonight and Friday, warmer tonight extreme west portion aud central por- tions Friday Lowest Temperatures | yj 6 34 y | th. nguage Fargo Williston Grand Forks Pierre St. Paul Winnipeg Helena Swift Current Kansas City San Francisco ORKIS W 74 | la --59 | is ROBERTS, Meteorogolist. | = AS OTHERS SEE US on men, | The 10) Over Napoleon was mentioned and looked | ® upon bim ws an ogre who devoured brother en ey were organized in armies. The kaiser and bis troops was uw) women and children, upon | soldiers and civilians, upon living | life than the simple one he is leadiug.| {things and inanimate things alike. | She tells him her name and that she} “London bas never been the same | ser- is the friend of the prince of Seyre, a’ place to me since I first met him in than | can be said about them. There are and his armed earned more kaiser tors have ings too terrible to be expressed in | With all due regard for Gen. Persh-| » ing, the chances are a Gen. Grant, the, ruuning a tanuery somewhere. WE THANK THE MOVIES years ago English chil-) CoVé dren sbruddered when the name of | Méling recluses. ers that tbe brothers are woman- CHAPTER 10]—Next morning she discovers that John, the younger has recently come into a £ vots. But Napoleon warred upon upon | large fortune. In company with him He warred upon them when | she explores the farm. CHAPTER IV—in a talk with him p she is disturbe€ by his rigid moral | principles and finds that his wealth has created no desire for any other | rich and disreputable neighbor. CHAPTER V—Three months later, junabte to rid himself of the memory jof the actress and in spite of his | brother's protests, John goes to Lon- | don. CHAPTER Vi—He finds Louise en- gazed in the rehearsal of a new play, |meets her friends and is entertained 4/ American soldier who'll really lead.) at luncheon with her by the prince. |. CHAPTER Vil—Jobn. drives Sophy ‘home and gives him friendly advice jabout love and life in London. The prince and Louise postpone a little Motion pictures of the reception | journey they had arranged for. given by France to the American| CHAPTER IX—The prince. takes Attention of Tribune readers fe army are being shown in Ameri a | John under bis social care. Graillot, = Heahctrenene Ses now. And they Lrivg to ur in a way | he Playwright, waras Louise that both called to editorial comment upon) : “| the prince and John love her and that Baer’s election in the Boston Trans that words never cou wonderful | the prince will be a dangerous enemy cript which is reprinted in another | outburst of affectius ‘hich the to his rival. wrong, fairly or| boys from the U.S. A. were welcom-) CHAPTER 'X—The prince intro column Right or unjustly, this is the Dakota in the Hast. The Transcript} merely gives expression to an impres sion that is general throughout the) thi east opinion of North | ed political or local bias and for that|Ppled poilus almost knee’ yeason is an excelent portrayal or sidewalks as the American columns to French soil To read of French girls strewing the soldier's path with flowers is one| ing; to it is another. ing on the; duces a relative, Lady Hilda, to John, hinting that she may be of use to him in his “education” of John. (CHAPTER XI—At Seyre’ House To read| John is introduced to a celebrated Its comment is untainted by | of the spectacle of old men and crip-| dancer, Calavera, who at once starts |a violent flirtation with him. At sup- per the prince tells Calavera that en- mity for ,ohn has caused him to em- public opinion in the east by one of | Passed is one thing; to see it is an ploy ber to ruin him. f the most conservative papers of that | other. section | It is wel] sometime to see ourselves | Only fault is they don't show enough! .04 the house: az others see us. | Neal 4 Words are pegs to hang ideas | dier bors. on:—Beecher A TACTLESS TEXT The other day the German emporer, accompanied by von Hindenburg, the h Laudendorff, and others of hie mt experts attended a sulemn religious service in the Berlin cathe- dral. “The text of the sermon was taken from the 93rd psalm, fourth) verse: “The Lord on High is mightier than the noise on many waters, yea than) the mighty waves of the sea.” It was a singularly tactlees text, no Matter what twist the obsequious court chaplain gave to it. Jf the em-/ peror and his companions in ruth-; lessness hayc imzgination the beautiful old ‘mes from t pslam must have called up grisly pictures: | There is a noise on many waters—| the noise of exploding torpedoes, of rending timbers, of sucking whirl-| pools, of agonized human beings. It! is a noise that proclaims German kul- tur, that announces the ocean is no longer everyone's free highway. It 1s a noise that says men maybe mur- wa to any fe: iH | business on the high seas. we But, says the text, “The Lord on| erly seasoned. The poles which are | |found to be much heavier than the i had been so careful!” expert’s estimate have not been prop- | extra weight is ful?’ Sophy protested, tapping the High is mightier than the noise on many waters.” And there {x a faith! in the world that will not falter, that in its own good time and in its own} way Providence will bring down the! murdereds of the innocent, the rav-| agers of the world, the disturbers of the peace. In all history it has usually been 80 that they who rule by the sword | Perish by the sword; they who glory|®%%0%%%%0%%4¢%00%%)| in blood sink in blood; they who | & drown the world in tears of agony are themselves drowned. PPMP PS ISPS PSPSPS Odd that the fellow who fails to give first is always declaring he'd give his last dollar. ONLY AN ECHO Chancellor Michaelis, the new pup- pet premier put up by the reaction- aries and military satraps who sur- round the kaiser, made his maiden & speech as government leader in the! & reichstag the other day. It was all] % stale stuff. Parrot-like he repeated |” the old German lie about the sword | 7 having been forced into their hands. le Without a blush he aped Bethmann-| & Hollweg in palliating the submarine| warefare. And then he spoke this sentence: “What our troops have accomplish ed in three years is unprecedented in|“ the world’s history.” . \? Their deeds are indeed written in| & letters of fire and of blood on the pages of the world’s story. They are| indelible. They will remain for all! time to tell of Germany's shame and 2 of Germany's crimes. Nothing can| 4 ever wipe out the record. > It was German troops that invaded | erly seasoned, for the And the movies show it well Surely the heart lout in gratitude and love to our sol- None who sees this pic-| | tured stery of the remarkable greet-| ing can withstand a surge of deter- room of Louise’s house, which the lat- | mination that nothing is too much fpr Her called her den, but which she sel- | América to pour out for the’ cause of | | democracy It's reported Carranza has post-/ poned the Mexican election. ?% Oh, yes, he’s the chap that used | nele Sam. make crises for Anyway, the new national will be able to enjoy the watermelon | Of Which had brought a frown to her and green corn seasons before sei parting for Franc | On a farm near Alto, Mass., ‘tis! reported, 2 ben got dead drunk on| brandied cherries. Her owner, think-| ing her dead, pulled off her feathers. | Biddy came to, however, and stag- gered into the hen yard, whereupon | every hen began picking off her own athers, Tell Weight of Poles. Carran-| | CHAPTER Xl—Calavera dances ‘The | for the supper party and afterward entices Jom to ber, but he leaves her of France went 2 CHAPTER XI. Sophy Gerard sat in the little back ftom. entered. The little actress was | ooking very trim and neat in a simple blue serge costuise which fitted her to | perfection, her hair very primly ar- She jhad a pen in her mouth, there was a | Sheaf of bills before her, and an open | housekeeping book lay on her knee. She din@ feenasy ’for“the last half Hour viaking calculations, the result | ranged and tied up with a bow. 1 army | ce, “There is no doubt about it,” she de- cided. “Louise is extravagant!” ‘The door opened, and Louise herself, in a gray morning gown of some soft material, with a bunch of deep-red roses at her waist, looked into the rool. “Why, little girl” she exclaimed, “how lung have you been here?” | “All the morning,” Sophy replied. “I jtook the dogs out, and then I started This story may be a lie,/on your housekeeping book and the but gosh! isn't it humantike? H Your checks will have to be | bi |lurger than ever this month, Loulse, jand I don't see how you can possibly Men who have become used to han-| draw them unless you go and see’ your eight of a pole that has bee | due to sap still in the wood. | Four Per Cent Left-Handed at Birth. | The nusmber of children naturally left-handed at Virth has been found by statistical research to be about four per cent of the total born. BITS OF INFORMATION. A Wisconsin man has invented 4 cane that folds into a stool. In 169 years only seven minis- ters have been pastor of Scotch Presbyterian church, New‘ York city. Prussian minister of education has announced that 10,950 public school teachers have fallen dur- ing the war. Chinese at Panama have erect- ed a great building as a tempor- ary vault for the bodies of their countrymen who die there It is now proposed to ber sponge molded side of the tire casing @ rub- the in- nd pro- duce a puncture proof tire. At one time there were in Hol- land 9,900 large windmills, of which the sails ranged from 80 to 100 feet long. Toyo Kasen steamers make $150,000 clear profit on every trip from Hong Kong to San Fran- gets a government $1,300,000 a year, earned at the rate of 48 per cent in the last half year. In each of the 30 air raids “ made by Austria 6n Venice, that | city has been electrical Venice The the station d prepared. crophones at observation % tected the sound made by the | planes as they left Trieste, miles away. 60 ¢ (Teer ee ere ere ee et Gling telephone and telegraph poles | bankers finst.” dered while following their lawful] are able to tell almost exactly the | prop: | chair. Louise threw herself into an easy “Dear me!” she sighed. “I thought “How can you talk about being care- pile of bills with her forefinger. “You seem to be overdrawn already.” “I will see to that,” Louise promised, |“The bank manager Is such a charm- ing person. Besides, what are banks (for but to oblige their clients? How | pale you look, little girl! Were you | out iate last night?” | Sophy swung around in her place. “I am all right.\,I spent the evening in my rooms and went to bed at eleven @ o'clock. Who's lunching with you? I % | see the table is laid for two.” #| Louise glanced at the clock upon the | mantelpiece. “Mr. Strangewey,” she replied. “I suppose he will be here in a minute or tw | Posed e ophy dropped the housekeeping | 200k and jumped up. @; “I'd better go, then.” %| “Of course not,” Louise answered. # “You must stay to lunch. Ring the % bell and tell them to lay a place for %\ you. Afterward, if you like, you may * come in here and finish brooding over %| these wretched bills while Mr. Strange- | wey talks to me.” | Sophy came suddenly across the 4) foom and sank on the floor at Loulse’s ¢| ‘eet. i | “What are you going to do about Mr. % | 3trangewey, Louise?” she asked wist- | fully. “> “What am I going to do about him?” %) “He is in love with you,” Sophy con- * Anued, “I am sure—I am almost sure | of it” ~| Louise's laugh was unconyjncing. | .“You foolish child!” she exclaimed. ~| ‘I believe that you have been worry- | (ng. Why do you think so much about | other people?” “Please tell me,” Sophy begged. “IT | want to understand how things really are between you and Jobn' Strangewey. Are you In loye. with hink?” mAs 299 THE HILLMA pee STE PORN TOTO, THE PARSTER PUPMIMIER: Cie ! Louise’s eyes were soft and dreamy. “I wish I knew,” she answered. “If { am, then there are things in Hife | uore wonderful than I have ever dreawed of. He doesn’t live in our world—and our world, us you know, | 248 its grip. He knows nothing about wy art, and you can guess what life would be to me without that What | future could there be for him and for me together? I eannot remake my- self.” . | There was something in Sopby’s face | chat was almost like wonder. “So this is the meaning of the | shange in you, Lonise! seemed so different for the last few months.” Louise nodded. | Cumberland,” she admitted. “Some- _ times I think I am—to use your own ; words—in love with John. Sometimes I feel it is just a queer, indistinct, but | passionate appreciation of the abstract | beauty of the life he seems to stand j for.” | “Is be really so good, I wonder?” | Sophy asked pensively. | “I do not know,” Louise sighed. “I | only know that when I first talked to bim, be seemed different from any {man I have ever spoken with in my | life. 1 suppose there are few temp- | tations up there, and they keep nearer | to the big things. Sometimes I won- ‘der, Sophy, if it was not very wrong | | of me to draw him away from it alll” “Rubbish!” Sophy declared. “If he is. good, he can prove it and know it here. thing to possess the standard virtues. | Louise, he will be here in a minute, You want to be left alone with him, What are you going to say when he asks you what you know he will ask you?” Louise looked down at her. “Dear,” she said, “I wish I could tell you. I do not know.. That is the strange, troublesome part of it—I do not know !” “Will you promise me something?” Sophy begged. “Promise me that if I stay in here quietly until after he has gone, you will come and tell me!” Louise Jeaned a Iittle downward as if to look into her friend's face... Sophy suddenly dropped. ge eyes, and the color rose to the ts of her hair. ‘There was a knock at the door, and the parlor maid entered. “Mr. Strangewey, madam,” she an- nounced, Louise looked at John curiously as she greeted him. His face showed few signs of the’struggle through which he | had passed: ‘hut the grim setting of his lips reminéed ber @ little of his brother. He had Jost, too. something of the boyishness, the simple ligh® heartedness of the day before. In- stinctively she felt that the battle had begun. She asked him nothing about follow her lead, also avoided the sub- | Sect. Luncheon was not a lengthy meal, and immediately its service was con- cluded, Sophy rose to her feet with a sigh. ‘ “I must go and finish my work,” she declared. “Let me have the den to my- ise. It will take me longer than that. to muddle through your books.” Louise led the way upstairs into the cool, white drawing room, with its flower-perfumed atmosphere and its delicate, shadowy air of repose. She curled herself up In a corner of the divan and gave Jobn bis coffee. Then she leaned back and looked at him. “So you have really come to London, Mr. Countryman!” “I have followed you,” he answered. “I think you knew that I would. I tried not to,” he went on, after a mo- ment’s pause. “I fought against it as hard as I could; but in the end I had to give in. I came for you.” suddenly enfeebled. A frontal attack of such directness. was irresistible. “For me!” she repeated weakly. “Of course,” he replied. “None of our arguments would have brought me here. If I have desired to under- stand this world at all, {t fs because it is your world. It tg you I want—don't you understand that? I thought you would know it from the first moment you saw me!” He was suddenly on his feet. lean- ing over her, a changed man, master- ful, passignate. She opened her lips, but sald ‘nothing, She felt herself lifted up, clasped for a moment in his arms, Unresisting, she felt the fire of his kisses, The world seemed to have stopped. Then she tried to push him will. At her first: movement he laid her tenderly back in her place. “I am sorry!” he said. “And yet I am not,” he added, drawing his chair close up to her side, “Iam glad! You knew that I loved you, Louise. You knew that it was for you I had come.” She was beginning to collect herself. Her brain was at work again; but she was conscious.of a new confusion in her senses, a new element in her life. She was no longer sure of herself. “Listen,” she begged earnestly. “Be reasonable! How could I marry you? Do yeu think that I could live with you up there in the hills?” “We will live,” he promised, “any- where you choose in the world.” He will come to know the truth | | about himself. Besides, it isn’t every- | the supper party, and Sophy, quick to; self for at least an hour, please, Lou- | Louise's capacity for fencing seemed | away, weakly, and against her own | 1 knew that | something had happened. You have | | foolishness, isi XS Me. Py, “all AGH CosT OF Lyin THE CANNING SEASON Unresisting, She Felt the Fire of His Kisses. "hy no!” she continued, patting his hand. “You know what your life is, the things you want in life. You don’t know mine yet. There is. wy work, You cannot think how wonderful it is tome. You don't know the things that fill my brain from day to day, the thoughts that direct my life, I cannot marry you just because—because—” “Because what?” he interrupted ea- gerly. “Because you make me feel—some- thing I don’t understand, because you come and you turn the world, for a few minutes, topsy-turvy. But that is all tit? Life isn’t built up of emotions. What I want you to un- derstand, and what you please must understand, is that at present our lives are so far, so. very far, apart. I donot feel I could be happy. leading | Yours, and you donot understand imine.” ies “T have come to fitfd out about; yours,” John explained. “That is why I am here. waited a little time before I spoke to you as I did just now. But I will serve my apprenticeship. I will try to get into sympathy with the things that please you. It will not take me long. | As soon as you feel that we are draw- ing closer together, I will ask you again what I have asked you this efter- noon. In the megntime, I may be your friend, may I not? You will let me see a great deal of you? You will help me just a little?” Louise leaned back in her chair. She had been carried off her feet,'brought face to face with emotions which she dared not analyze. Perhaps, after all her self-dissection, there were still se- cret chambers. She thought almost with fear of what they might contain. Her sense of superiority. was vanish- ing. She was, after all, like other women, “Yes,” she promised, “I will help. We will leave it at that. Some day you snall talk to me again, if you like, In the meantime, remember we are both free. You have not known many wom- en, and you may change your mind when you have been longer’in London. Perhaps it will be better for you if you do!” “That is quite impossible,” John said firmly. “You see,” he went on, look- ing at her,with shining eyes, “I know now what I half believed from the first moment that I saw you. I love you!” Springing restlessly to her-feet, she walked across the room and back again. Action of some sort seemed im- perative. A curious hypnotic feeling seemed to be dulling all her powers of resistance. She looked into her life and she was terrified. Everything had grown insignificant. It couldn't really be possible that with her brains, her experience, this man who had dwelt all his life in the simple ways had yet the power to show her the path toward the greater things! She felt like a child again. She trembled a little as she sat down by his Side. Tt was not In this fashicn that she had intended to bear what he had to say. “I don't know what is the matter with me today,” she murmured dis- “I think I must send you | away. can’t see life clearly. Don’t hope for too much from me,” she begged. “But don't go away,” she added, with a sud- “Oh, I wish—I wish you understood me ‘and everything about me, without my | having to say a word!” “I feel what you are,” he answered, | “and that is sufficient.” Once more she rose to her feet and walked across to the window. An au- ‘tomobile' ad stopped in the street be jlow. She looked’ down upon it with a sudden-frozen feeling of apprehen- sion. John moved to her side, and for him, | too, the joy of those few moments was clouded. A little shiver of presenti- ment took its place. He recognized the footman whom he saw standing upon the pavement. “It is the prince of Seyre,” Louise faltered. “Send him away,” John begged. “We haven't finished yet. I won't say j Want now is some practical guidance.” “I cannot send him away! ni } John’ glanced toward her and hated den irresistible impulse of anxiety. | s ; anything more to upset you. What Ij | trade which gives the farmer a very {small price -for bis -product, while | managing to collect a very large price from the consumer. Failing to get ja redress for their grievances in this respect from either the regubiican or the democratic party, the North Da- kota farmers organized themselves jinto‘a party of their own, which they felicitous]y but not very accurately yle the Nonpartisan league. They }have been able to take possession of ‘the state, and this election, in what | previously a strong republican | district, shows that they are able to have themselves represented in con- | Sress by their own members. | No one, under the circumstauces, | would blame the farmers of North Da- | kota for trying to run their own polf- tical affairs, but their singular accea- | Sibility to perilous’ social and interna? tional ideas, entirely outside of their economic grievance, seems’*to indi- icate that they want to do a’g0od deal more than that. For one thing, the7 | have, as we have seen, sternly con- 'demned “Americanism.” And they seem to have some basis for this in their blood. We must therefore re- gard the newly elected congressman from the first district of North:Da- kota, Mr. Baer, as the representative of a foreign influence in our congress. Noting its evil presence, .we must. earnestly hope that the influence of the struggles and sacrifices of the war, in which North Dakota cannot help but take part, will have an in- spiring and a nationalizing effect, and will tend to convince the non-partisan opponents of the war that there is something in Americanism after all. The North Dakotans are in the wine- Press with the rest of us. They may come out of it with their blood and their thoughts flowing in the general and loyal stream ‘himself for his fierce jealousy. She was looking very white and very pa- thetic. The light had gone from her eyes. He felt suddenly dominant, and, with that feeling, there came all the generosity. of the conqueror. “Good-by!” he said. “Perhaps I can See you sometime tomorrow. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers, one by one. Then he left the room. She listened to his footsteps descending the stairs, firm, resolute, deliberate. They paused, HY HHOHOHOHOSHO HEBRON NEWS > ooo ° OOOOH SHOFO0OOO Perhaps I ought to have | there was the sound of voices—the prince and he were exchanging greet- ings; then she heard other footsteps ascending, lighter, smoother, yet just ; as deliberate. Her face grew paler as she listened. There was something which sounded to her“almost like the beating of fate in the slow, inevitable approach of ; this unseen visitor. (To be continued.) a —an | WITHTHE EDITORS | o———___. U AN UNAMERICANIZED STATE (Boston Transcript) On the 27th of June the Transcript jthe peace propaganda an dthe anti- jconscription agitation of the “Peo- ‘ple’s Council of America” with the candidacy for congress in North Da- kota of John Baer, the nominee of the Nonpartisan Farmer's league for the seat in the house made vacant by the death of Henry G. Helgeson, re- publican. The connection between Baer’s candidacy and at least a half a dozen anti-national movements and | societies, including the Industrial Workers of the World, was pointed out, and the opinion was expressed that if Baer was elected it would be |decidedly a bad symptom. He has been elected, by a plurality over the Inext highest. candidate, the republi- can, of less than 2000. How bad a symptom it is ‘may be inferred from the fact that. while the platform on which Mr. Bartness, the republican candidate, was nominated, was dis- tinttly patriotic, declaring that “this is no time for limited or conditional allegiance,” the “Nonpartisan” plat- form declared that “this is no time to make an‘issue of Americanism.” Mr.. Baer has been elected after a campaign in which the line was thus distinctly drawn between American- ism and a bastard internationalism, and-Baer and internationalism won. The fact may as well be faced that influences of that sort are rampant in various sections of the country. That North Dakota should become the, storm centre for a sorry combin- ation of old-time grangerism, social- ism, I. W. W-ism and a form of paci- fism with a distinctly German basis is perhaps not altogether strange. The farmers,..who are there a majority of the population, have cbntainly suffer-|"2™¢S ending in “velt,”, ed from ‘that ‘peculiar organization. of | (> ie called attention to the connection of; W. J. Smith of Hebron was elected to the board of directors of the Mor- ton County Farm Bureau, which was organized in Mandan last week. At the annual meeting o fthe stock- holders of the Hebron Fire and Press- ed Brick Company last week the offi- cers who had ‘served during the past year were reelected. A number of out of town stockholders were pres- ent. \ Miss Dorothy Ingersoll of Minne- apolis is visiting with Miss Bertha Watts. Miss Helen Holm of Minneapolis spent a few days last week visitilng her cousin, Mrs: E. T. Wilson. County Commissioner G. H. Urban returned Saturday evening from his work at the county scat. _Mayor P. S. Jungers is enjoying a visit from his mothet, Mrs. Geo. Rom- esser of North Java, N. ¥. Rev. Karl Koch of St. Paul visited last week with his daughter, Mrs. Eugene Weigel. Mrs. W. D. Richardson left dast Thursday for Newark, Ohio, where she had been called by the sudden illness of her mother. Born to Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Watts, Monday morning, July 23rd, a girl. Born’ to Mr. and Mrs. W. Itrich, ‘Monday morning, July 23rd, a boy. A large construction crew operat ing a huge dredge are at work just west of Hebron enlarging the rese- voir above the dam in the Litle Knife The work will continue for a month or more. Mrs. Julius Engelhardt of Intake, Montana, visited from Thursday to Saturday at the home of her parents- in-law, Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Engelharit. _Miss Idella Nelson of Minnesota ar- rived Tuesday afternoon ‘for a visit with her aunt, Mrs. R. Theiring. Friends. “When our friends die, in propor- / tion as we loved them, we die with them —we go with them. Weare not wholly of the earth."—William: Ellery Chan- ning. “ te Meaning of Veldt. Veldt is a changed form of the Dutch “veld,” the same as our English word field. It means simply open ground or prairie, Westervelt .means j West field ; Roosevelt, rose field; Blauw- Velt, blue field, ‘There are other Dutch sind faany pa- ant other