The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, August 20, 1917, Page 4

| |THE TRIBUNE 4 BISMANOK * DAILY “TRIBUNE rck, N. at the Postoffice, Bism: _* D. a8 Second Class Matter. | ISSUED EVERY DAY EXCEPT SUNDAY SUBSCRIPTION RATES PAYABLE 1N ADVANCE Dally, by carrier, rer month $50 Daily, by mail, per year. 4.00 eat waily, by mall in Nort! tl oS eee 1.25 Daily, by mi Dakota, one year ....... . 6.00 Daily, by mail outside of North Dakot three months . « 1.50 Weekly, by mail, per year. 1.50 G@, LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY Special Foreign Representative NEW YORK, Fifth Ave. Bldg.; CHICAGO, Marquette Bidg.; BOST 8 Winter 8t.; DETROIT, Kresge Bld INNE- APOLIS, $10 Lumber Exchange. “Member Audit Bureau of Circulation THE STATE'S OLDEST NEWSPAPERS (sstablished 1873) ze WEATHER REPORT for 24 hours ending at noon Aug. 20: Temperature at 7:00 a.m. . . 54 Temperature at noon . Es -Highest yesterday .. Lowest yesterday Lowest last night . Precipitation . Highest wind velocity . Forecast. For North Dakota: Partly cloudy tonight and Tuesday; warmer tonight Lowest ‘Temperatures Fargo ... + 52 Williston . 66 Grand Fork 2 2 Pierre 64 St. Paul 66 Winnipeg » 52 Helena . 54 Chicago .... 72 Swift Current . 53 Kansas City 2 m San Francisco . 2 ORRIS W. ROBERTS, Meteorclogist. SOUS E EEE EEE ES “@ We shall be made truly wise ¥ @ if we be made content.—Kings- % & ley. ooo PEE ee eee THE FARMER'S WHEAT. North Dakota farmers are anxiously watching the outcome of a govern: ment controlled wheat and flour mar- ket. Suddenly the nation, through its governmental agencies has seized up- on economic forces and the manner in which the authority is used means profit or loss to the tillers of the soil. The speculative market has been swept away and in its place is govern- ment control. ‘No one knows yet where the law is going to leave the producer. But North Dakota now has a concrete example of. the application of state socialism, preached from the hustings for the last two years. It is, however, a war not a political expedient. The natural laws of syp- ply and’ demand are sadly disorgan- ized. War has broken down the oper- ation of the normal economic forces. The government has stepped in, hop- ing to restore equilibrium ana guar- antee fair prices and fair profits. During the transition there is but one thing for the ‘North Dakota farm- er to do and that is to sit tight and keep in close touch with developments. Now is no time for hysteria. Con- servative, sound, business judgment is imperatively necessary. Neither is it a time to listen to the demagogue. The grain exchanges have practically ‘been wiped out and the farmer now ‘has the government controlled mar- kets which his new political leaders have been crying for, ‘but of course under decidedly different conditions. ‘The farmer is not the dominant fac- tor in this wheat situation. At present no price has been guar- anteed. The $2 a bushel minimum in- corporated in the food bill applies only to the 1918 crop and is chiefly an incentive to plaut a larger acre- age. Wheat prices have sagged since the food bill passed. The interim that must come before the government can handle the crop is what menaces the North Dakota farmer and the grain trade of the northwest. The federal government proposes a paternalistic control over wheat, but it intends also to administer that author- ity for the prosecution of the war, not primarily in the interests of the pro- ducer. It is reasonable to expect that the farmer will receive a just profit. He must have adequate returns, and if the federal government bungles the job the result will be disastrous. The farmers must receive as adequate a profit from their toil as any one en- gaged in war work, and to deny tne North Dakota farmer a return on his capital equal to that invested in the manufacture of munitions or other war supplies will seriously unbaldnce economic conditions. The North Da- kota farmer is not demanding -exces- sive profits, but he wants enough to enable him to pay the increased cost of production and a fatr return upon his investment. There is no indication but that the administration proposes to deal fairly with the agricultural interests of the northwest. The farmer invested his money in this year’s crop without warning that it would be \marketed under government supervision. He had every reason to believe that war prices would prevail. On ‘this crop, at least, he is entitled to mofe than the minimum promised for 1918's crop, and when wheat conditions are con- sidered, it is a serious question’ wheth- farmers to take less for their wheat than ‘the market offered w)ien govern- mental control shot the pitices down. The Tribune has always held insist- ently and consistently Waat govern- ment control of the agencies of mar- keting would never yield: the returns to the North Dakota farmer that the speculative market does. It is idle now to draw too many conclusions from the present situation, as patriotic considerations prompt’ this govern- mental control. All agencies’ must as- sist in winning this war and the North Dakota farmer “is no, less patriotic than his brother who may ‘be turning out shells for a 42. centimeter gun, ;but he wants the same profit, in pro- portion to his investment, and he is entitled to it. Unless the food commission under Hoover gives the agricultural inter- ests the same consideration as the government gives the steel and other industries, the incentive to produce war-winning crops will be lacking. It is too early to say what the gov- ernment will do. The Tribune hopes the Administration will deal with the agricultural interests as fairly as with all others under its control. ‘No more can be asked or expected. Discrimination at this time would be fatal. All the North Dakota farmers ask is to be treated as other war workers. He is not seeking to pile up unjust profits or to embarass the vigor- ous prosecution of the war, but there is a just balance which it is hoped the government can strike in its con- trol of the food products of the nation. Lloyd George says one claw of the allies’ nippers is out of repair. Thaz must be why Haig is using them as a club. CHILDREN AS USUAL. Propositions are circulating to keep children out of school so that they may do war. work in factories and harvest fields. , ‘We say NO! Here's where we start a campaign with the slogan “Children. as usual!” : We'll cheerfully stand a draft cover- ing ages from 21 to 81 before we'll throw the children overboard to the mad Teutonic wolves to save our own hides. With pig $16.75 per hundred on the hoof, J. A. Pigg of Portland, Ore. asks the courts to change his name. Some Oregonians can’t stand being in the aristocracy. A NAVY RULE FOR ALL. One of Admiral ‘Sims’ “rules of the war game” is: : “Do not let the state of your liver influence your -attitude toward your men.” ae A fine rule for the navy, also for the office, the factory and the home cir- cle! The liver is the cause of more general cussedness than any other in- || tegral part of the human body, espe- cially the official human body. In ancient times, in Rome, it used to be the custom of the Caesar to keep behind his chair a fellow to fre- quently remind him that Caesars had to die. It prevented old Caesar from forgetting that he was like other folks and wasn't the whole taing in every respect.. What a lot of trouble would be avoided, if the men of our time, upon starting the day, would say to themselves, “I have a liver!” Their second thought would be that the an- noyances of the day would not be real, but largely due to mere liver, and their mental attitude toward their men and toward the day's propositions would be different. When Secretary Daniels cut liquor. directly operated upon oficial livers. An alcoholic liyer is the worst sort of a commandant over men. It means arrogance, recklessness and_ selfish- ness, if not indeed an attitude of downright brutality. The same is true, in a large degree, of livers engaged in business or domestic affairs. Know thy liver as thyself and you'll get along much more comfortably with the world. A Berlin military critic advises Ger- many to “crush France before the United States a fad arrives, or all is lost.” “Three years of war have shown ‘Hindenburg just how to do that. GERMANY, OUR INVADER? Maybe Germany herself has given us a chance to send our militia to Europe without stretching our consti- tution. : The contention of Harris Taylor and other constitutional lawyers at ‘Wash- ington is that the constitution spe- cifically limits the, use of the militia to execution of the laws, suppression of insurrections and the repelling of invasions. y Germany’ officially, through Zimmer- mann, moved for invasion of the Uni- ted States by Mexico and Japan, open- jy offering United States territory as spoils of such invasion, and: promis- ing material assistance to the invad- ers. By this official act Germany be- natwithstanding that her plot failed, did she not? Had there been no world’s war on at the time, such a move by Germany would clearly have been grounds for our declaring war on Germany to repel invasion. Would there then be any question as to our er the government should compel’ the a constitutional right to make war on out of ‘the naval officers’ menu he in-|' came the invader of the United States! Germany wherever we could get at} her, with ‘whatever ‘fofées’ we had? Would we, for instance, pursue a Ger- man force’through Texas to the Mexi- can boundary line, with our militia, and then be:stopped there by our con- stitution? However the United States supreme] court decides this question of limita- tion of the use of tne militia, that there is such question at all is mighty argument for the establishment of a regular military organization strong enough to make such questions of small importance rather than of high- est importance, as now. The way the sul cast ‘bread upon the waters proves tl it even the Bible may be misuncerstc *d by some folk. Poles are forming an army to fight with Russia. Can it be that they dis- trust Wilhelm’'s magnanimous offers of liberty? : Germany demands from Switzerland gold in return for coal. Another nice little neutral country in autocracy's pinchers! Popular Science Monthly expert an- nounces that woman's leg is losing “the ‘beauty of the classic line.” One looking at ‘em! A student of woman, down east, Says that woman naturally selects her mate because he is manly and strong. Naturally, maybe, but a good many of them unnaturally take a peep at his large and elastic bank account. THIRD OF REGISTRANTS IN FIRST DRAFT CLAIM FAMILIES. KEED THEM Just one-third of the registrants called for examination in the first draft list of 200 in Burleigh county claimed exemptions on the grounds} that their familics could not get along without (hom, County Auditor Flaher- ty reported today. Of the 200 exam- ined, 43 were certified to the district board as accepted for service; 10 failed to appear; 19 were exempted ‘because they already were in military service; five claimed exemptions as aliens, one was discharged as a Ger. man alien; 56 were discharged for Physical disqualifications; 63 claimed exemptions on dependency grounds, and one claims exemption as a consci- entious objector. One Burleigh county _ registrant) wrote from Minneapolis claiming ‘his wife needed him. The following day, came a letter in which he said: “I have no claim for exemption—I--am, ready to go.” Now Sheriff, French is: wondering what happened over night. Kyoodle Zbyszkoes. Car But Loses His | Life in the Effort CD Braddock, \N. D., Aug. 20.— An insignificant little kyoodle proved to his own satisfaction that he could tip over a car many times his size, but he lost his life in the attempt when said dog tangled himself up with the running gear of a ma- chine driven by John Estenson and carrying Mr. and Mrs. An- drew Isaacson and baby, near here. The car turned two com- plete sommersaults and finally executed a complete about Tr r rr rs) wee fellow who confesses that he’s beer! Synopsis. * CHAPTER I—Robert Hollis, one-time sea ‘captain, who tells the story, is a Guest on Gerald Carrington’s yacht, Es- Meralda. It is supposed. to be.g “btag” patty and Hollis is surprised on discover- ing & woman, who evidently wishes to re- main unknown, aboard. CHAPTER -H—lHollis, the next night, succeeds in having an interview with the woman. She merely tells him her name is Vera. CHAPTER Ul—Carrington tells his guests of the coming war, and that ae is engineering a copper poi: CHAPTER IV—The yacht is sunk in a collision and ‘tlollis saves Mc- Cann, millionaire, and one of the par- ty. CHAPTER V—— Hollis and McCann rescue Vera and leave the ship in a small ‘boat. CHAPTER Yi—ilollis and Vera be- come friendly, though he is unaware of ‘her identity, OHAPTER .VII—McCann refuses to submit to Hollis’ authority, and the latter enforces it. CHAPTER VIII. We Sight a Tramp. The one blow, coupled with the losa of his weapons, had so completely cowed ‘the ‘fellow, that I scarcely gave him another thought. I crept back to the stern, and ‘took the steering oar; the girl’s eyes. meeting mine question- ingly. “T could not see all that occurred, be- cause of the sail,” she said. “You dis- armed the man?” “Yes, I have his revolver in my pocket, and the knife also. make no more trouble. Come, we will divide a- biscuit between us, and then it: will: be your turn to He-down.” “But doesn’t McCann have any?” “He has had more than his share al- ready. I'll offer him a swallow. of wa- ter—that’s all, ‘I imagine the ‘way his head ‘feels, he has forgotten all about being hungry.” “You had to strike*him?” “Slightly, ‘a-iere tap of sea discl- pline,” and I glinced’at my knuckles. “He was armed, you know, and‘ could take no chances. There is.no harm done. Come; are you not tired enough to.rest?” : She’glanced ~p into my face. ; “You will call me*at midnight, if I fall.fisleep?”) i'“1¢°T feel worn) out ‘then, and the sea: keeps as itis, of no worse, There, stake my. coat fora pillow. No, really I shall not need 1t;-thiss an ideal sum- mer night, but we are out of the track of ships.” 4 * “But do you still believe we will find one?” F “I Kave cvery faith in the world,” I answered heartily, determined to con- eeal my doubts. “If the weather holds pleasant, we should be far enough south by mornipg to be in the north Atiantic lane between New York and Liverpool. Lie down, and rest, Miss Vera; there is no sign of any storm brewing, and tomorrow you'll probably have the deck of a liner under your he eo ake oe lo ate ae ae ae oe OD face. The occupants of the car stuck to their seats and were fot badly hurt. The dog was so badly injured that it had to be killed. oe Pee aie oe aie ote = E 7 1% feet.” I know not how much she may have believed of what I sald, but she smiled me a cheerful good-night. and Jav down He wil} “CONTDADAND™ ARomance of the North Atlantic 67 RANDALL PARRISA “AUTHOR of “HY LADY of the NORTH,” MAID of the FOREST,” ETC. COPYRIGHT AC Me LUC be in the bottom of the'boat, my coat fold- ed under her head. She rested there motionless, her face shadowed by one arm, and very soon her regular breath- ing convinced me she slept like a tired child. I looked at her shadowy figure; then forward to where McCann: hung silent if the bows. What if we should not overhaul a ship? What if some evil fate would permit of our floating on unseen? And there. were few eatable biscuits left, and barely a cupful of tepid water. The thought of what the end might be near- ly crazed me, as I sat there alone in the silence and gloom—I could picture those final hours of despair, as we lay starved and ‘helpless in the unguided boat, the girl mercifully unconscious, perhaps, and McCann a gibbering idiot. My God! I must stop thinking! I must be a man for her sake; aye, and retain my self-control, so as to do a man’s work to the end. At midnight the wind was at its height, and I did not call the girl, as I dared not trust her to steer the craft through such rough water. She slept undisturbed, not even changing her po- sition, a mere dim outline at my feet. ¥orward McCann had stowed himself away beyond the bow. thwart, and I ‘could see nothing of him under the bight of the sail. I was the only one awake in the leaping boat, fighting its desperate way through black waters under the dull gleam of the stars. “‘Phe-sun had begun to show above the horizon before the girl finally awoke, and sat up in the bottom of the boat, staring about her with wide-open eyes, as though startled by the change in the aspect of the sea, Finally she lifted herself to the nearest thwart, } and greeted me reproachfully. “You have let me sleep all night, and lying on your coat. You must be tired nearly to death.” “Far from it; and we are to be blessed with another day of sunshine. Perhaps by afternoon the sea will have gone down, and I can get a nap. Are you ready for breakfast?” My explanation did not satisfy her; I could read that in the expression of her face, but she made no further pro- test. She drew out the biscuits from the locker, broke one in two, and handed the half to me, Still clinging to the bag, her glance fell upon the slouching figure of McCann in the bow, and then her eyes sought my face questioningly. “You are not going to offer him any?” by : | “He deserves none; he has already had more than both of us: together. How many are left?” “Seven fit to eat.. But—” she hest- tated, yet went on bravely enough, “please, he is not accustomed to being deprived of food, and is really suffer- ing. Let him have my share, for I am not at all hungry—truly I am not. “J shall insist on your eating,” I sald, almost sternly. “Your share ts little enough to sustain life. If it comes to | a chotce between saving you, and that miserable thing yonder, my course is taken. However, I grant your request now, although I doubt if he shows even gratitude. McCann!”. He lifted his head, and stared eft, but without changing attitude. “Here is your ration. You do not de- | serye a bite, nor would you receive any Tastes Like More througirtme> You owe this*to the lady —catch It now.” He picked the half biscult up from the-bottom of the boat, where it fell at his feet, and began nibbling at it, like a famished dog. Theré was no sign of thankfulness in his action, and he con- tinued to glare at us with one eye open in sullen insolence, The sun blazed down upon us out of a clear sky, glistening along the foam of racing waves, but, a8 noon ap- proached, the southern sky became misty, the clouds increasing in den- sity until we could see only a few hundred yards beyond our bow. It was not. a storm cloud, and brought with it no-fear of disaster, but com- pletely blotted out the horizon, and gave a dark, sullen gloom to the sur- rounding waters. It must have been three o'clock when McCann suddenly gave vent to a startled rogr, straightening to his knees, and pointing straight ahead into the smother. I stared, but saw nothing except the grotesque forms assumed by the whirling mist, but Vera leaned out over the side, shading her eyes. “What is it?” I asked sharply. “Make a report, man!” “A ship yonder!” he shouted, but without turning his head. “I saw it plainly enough, but it has gone now.” “I see it, Mr, Hollis!” the girl cried excitedly, “Right out there through that lane of mist—it’s a big steamer!” “Straight, ahead?” “Just a little this way—there! you can see her now!” I did, a mere glimpse, instantly ob- scured, but visible again a moment later. McCann was on his feet, ges- ticulating wildly. “Now, d—— you!” he shouted, “put us on board there, and I'll show you who I am. You brute, I dare you to put us on board.” “Sit down!” I ordered. “Now, keep still, and stand by with that rope. Fil put you aboard all right, but until I do, you will obey what I say, or go into the water.” I took my eyes off him, and stared at the vessel, conscious instantly that something was wrong. She was ap- parently a big steel freighter, four thousand tons I guessed, her water line showing a heavy cargo, and her bows red with rust where the black paint had disappeared. The foremast was broken off at the tops, remaining a great splinter, and where the bridge and wheelhouse ought to be there was piled a mass of wreckage, showing black above the bulwarks. A wheel had been rigged aft on the.poopdeck, and there alone I saw evidence of hu- man beings on board. One fellow stood gripping the spokes, while another leaned. motionless against the rail fac- ing forward. Neither one saw us, al- though I swung my hat, and sent a hail across the intervening water. The girl glanced back into my face. “What is the matter with them, Mr. Hollis?” she asked, “Is something wrong?” ‘ “I am afraid so; their foretop mast is down, and it looks as though it had smashed the bridge and wheelhouse when it fell. They: have rigged up an emergency wheel aft. Can you make! out her name?” 1 “The Indian Chief of Philadelphia.” “No regular liner—probably a tramp. I never saw funnels painted like that before, and she shows no flag. How- ever, any port in a storm.” 5 1 stood up, hollowing my hands. “Ahoy there! Indian Chief, ahoy!” The man leaning on the after. rail turned, and gazed down at us, shading his eyes, and the heads of a half gozen others bobbed up above the forward bulwarks, I could see the fellow aft plainly now, a broad, stockily built man, with extremely red face, wearing overalls, and a woolen shirt, open at the throat. In appearance there was nothing of the officer about him, yet (t was his voice which finally answered my hail. sending a deep, roaring note across the waters. “Hullo, there. Who are yer? From some ship close by?” “We are passengers from the Ameri- can yacht Esmeralda, sunk in collision two nights ago, and have been afloat ever since. Can you take us aboard®” “Passengers, you say? All of yer passengers?” “Yes,” He turned, and spoke to the man grasping the wheel, a tall, loose-jointed fellow in straw hat and pink shirt. There was a moment’s argument be- fore he returned to his position at the rail, “T dunno ns yer would be much bet- ter off along with us than yer are thar in the dinghy,” he called indifferently. “For, in a manner o' speakin’, we're no more than a wreck. I reckon thar ain't no one among yer who: knows how to navigate?” I stood up, hollowing my hands to make my voice carry more clearly. “That 1s not a very saitorlike speech, my friend,” I shouted, yet striving to conceal anger. “But as you put hu- manity on those taxms, I’ll answer you. I have been in the merchant service, and commanded ships.” “Well? Is that so? Sail, or steam?” “Steam—the old Atlas Hine. Do you take us aboard?” He did not answer directly, but had lost his air of indifference, striding forward to the end of the poop, and giving orders to the men forward. The black heads adorning the. forecastle rail disappeared, and a moment later the round, red face again appeared. “Aye, we'll take yer, sir,” he called down, a touch of deference in his hoarse voice. “Ye'll understand the trouble once yer come aboard. Yer all able to climb, I reckon?” “We have a woman with us.” “It'll be quite a job to rig up a swing, sir.” I turned and+looked at her; then up the straight steel sides looming before us, but before I could speak, she had made decision. : “I can go up the ladder, Mr. Hollis,” she said firmly. “I am not afraid.” “All right,” I'called” “Lower away, and send a man down to steady it be- Toy.” art $s _ The lttle dinghy gwe) and, under my direction wardly ‘fended it off’: f against the steel sides, Ae the rope ladder straightened, I caught the lower coil, ‘and held 1t-firmly, Don the rat- lines, hand over hand, until he dropped sprawling into the, boat, came one of the crew—a coal “black negro. The fellow above, now standing on the rail and clinging to a backstay, roared down at him. . : “Haul her in, Simms; haul-her in, That's ‘more like: it, Now: hold all She Did Not Hesitate, Gragping the Rope Firmly in Her. Hands. taut. Send up the lady first, captain; there'll be a hand to help her in the chains,” She did not ‘hesitate, grasping the rope firmly in her hands as the negro and I lifted her high enough to get foothold, fi “You are all right, Mjss Vera?” “Yes,” she called down. “Then go up, but hold tight; the vessel may roll.” McCann followed, too glad to thus escape Ime to refuse, yet plainly enough half dead with fear. As soon.as I saw his legs dangling, while the seamen above dragged him inboard, i drew myself up to the lower ratline, leaving the negro alone to hold the. line. “Hey, above there,” I shouted. “What shall we do with the boat?” “Let her go; there is no room to stow it on deck, -Come aboard, Simms.” We went up together, ‘the ladder swinging dizzily to our movements, The voice of the man who scemed to be in command growled down from the Boop: “Haul in the ladder, and stow it; then go forward and get some o’ that riffle overboard afore dark. .This way, captain; I'd like a private word with yer afore yer go below.” There were perhaps a dozen men in view, a typical freighter’s crew, I judged, mostly foreign faces, ‘two of them negroes, They worked silently, and then shuffled forward, without ex- hibiting the slightest interest .1n my presence, or giving a glance aft. Evi- dently something unusual had oc- curred, but justi what was the nature of the accident to the Indian Chief I was unable to decide: I climbed the few steps, and joined, the red-faced men waiting me on the poop. “TI am very glad to welcome you on board the Indian Chief, captain—Cap- tain—” “Hollis,” I answered shortly. “And your name?” ‘ $ “Masters—Gideon Masters.” “In command?” “Well, yes, in a way. I reckoned you'd want the whole story, an’ thet things hed better be explained afore yer went below.” : 7 “Of course; but first a question or two, Mr. Masters. What has become of my companions?” “The lady was sent into the cabin, sit, and given a stateroom where she could fix herself up a bit,” he‘answered soberly. “The other feller had a heap of a lot to say, an’ seemed to have some sorter grudge against you. 1] hadn't any time to lsten to his yarn, so I naturally turned him over'to the bosum, ter have thet eye dressed. He must have got a.peach o’ a swipe, sir.” “TI had to hit him—yes; but we can talk of that later. Where is he now?” “In the galley, sir, where they're heating some water. After they get him fixed up, is he to go aft, or for- rard?” “Aft, If you-have room to spare; he is no sailormgp, but a millionaire from New York; he has money to burn.” The fellow looked at me with his mouth wide open, his glistening eyes almost laughable. : “The devil you say, sir; he don’t look the part to my notion. You, was all part of a yacht party?” “Yes, the Esmeralda, a steam yacht, owned by Gerald Carrington of New York. We were run down about a. hundred miles east of Montauk by a big liner, which must have been out of her course. She cut us square in two, but, excepting us three, all living on board got away in the bonts. By acci- dent we were left, and escaped later in the dinghy.” “What. became of the liner?” © “She picked up the boats, and, think- ing they had all the survivors, went on. She was a mail boat, likely. The yacht went down five minutes after we left her; we've been afloat ever since. Now, Mr. Masters, that’s our story in brief. , What’s. the trouble here?’ (Continued on Page Seven.) Tell Weight of -Foles. Men who have become used to han dling telephone and telegraph poles are able to tcli «!most exactly the weight of a‘ pole that has. been, prop- erly seasoned. The polés which are found to be much heavier than the expert's estimate have not been prop- eriy seasoned, for the extra weight is due to sap still-in the. wegtmes ( ; eh