The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, November 2, 1922, Page 4

PAGE FOUR THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE Entered at the Postoffice, Bismarck, N. D., as Second Class : : Matter. GEORGED.MANN -.- - - : Editor Foreign Representatives = G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY ‘CHICAGO : - - - - Marquette Bldg. a PAYNE, BURNS AND SMITH NEW YORK - - Fjfth Ave. Bldg. MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the use or republication of all news dispatches credited to it or not other- wise credited in this paper and also the local news published All rights of republication of special dispatchés herein are alsé reserved. MEMBER AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATION SUBSCRIPTION RATES PAYABLE IN aster: 50 5.00 6.00 -DETRQIT Kresge Bldg. Daily by carrier, per year. . Daily by mail, per year (in Bismarck).... Daily by mail, per year (in state outside Bismarck).... Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota............... THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER . = (Established 1873) ¢ BREAD-LINE How far are you removed from the bread-line? lost your job and your income were entirely cut off, how many years, months or weeks would it be before you had to séek charity? --The Morris Plan Banks are making loans to about 2,000,- 000 people a year. At the annual convention of the heads of these banks, they tell two interesting things about people who come to them for money: “FIRST: The ayprage loan is $186, though some loans run as high as $5000,"as low as $50. i “SECOND: Three-fourths of the borrowers have no prop- erty, are-unable to furnish security. They have to get re- sponsible people to “go good” for them by endorsement. ‘From people who borrow small sums from banks, we pass to another :class. You meet them right along —trying to raise loans among.their ‘friends. “:Every office or shop of any size has at least one person who is always a certain amount of money behind the game. It'may be 50 cents or $5 or some other sum. --Whatever it is, it seems to be the improvident one’s. “bor- rowing capacity.” If you watch, you get so you know just how much he is going to ask for when he rushes up and shakes hands warmly. 2 A certain fellow seems to be always borrowing $5. He pays it back and soon borrows it again—from the same source or some one else. Often he has a route that he works, ina circle, like the gent who used to do a lot of walking in accumulating his jag. Z . “This fellow is chronically $5 behind the game—just that much removed from the breadline. One of the great finan- cial mysteries is why he doesn’t manage to get $5 ahead of EDITORIAL REVIEW 1 | Comments reproduced in this column may or may not express the opinion of The Tribune, They are presented here ir order that our readers may have both sides of important issues which are {| being discussed in the press of i) the day, WHAT WILL WE DO WITH THEME | Now that the Grand Forks mill ‘and elevator are ready for use — | despite the rather frantic denials | ‘of the league newspapers—just | what are we going to do with them? | Mr. Lemke, of course, will promptly retort: “turn them: over | {to us and we’ll show you.”, He did | “show” us once at the Drake mill and it’s too i | Anybody with a couple of million ‘of dol | vator, | deal less than that. But more than money is needed to operate them | Suc- | cessful operation calls for favor-| | successfully and at a profit. ‘able conditions, brains, initiative, i knowledge of the business and the | “know how.” ; When the Grand Forks mill is | running at capacity, it will be turn- ling out 3,000 barrels of flour daily. ; |That’s a lot of flour.” It means If you | 900,000 barrels a year, or 4,500 car- | jloads of flour. It means one and ia third barrels of flour for every ! jman, woman and child im North | Dakota. The | sumption of an adult is approxi- | mately two barrels a year, accord- jing to millers. Taking into con-| for children, the 900,000 barrels ; |} would come very close to supply-; |ing the needs of the entire, popula- ; |tion of the state. | ; That will give some idea of the, jmarketing problem the new mill! faces, It must enter a highly com-| petitive field, where competition is | \of the “cutthroat” type at times, | {state's attempt to market an entire | | stae’s supply of flour when that | |market is already supplied. | «Everyone knows that it is diffi-| cult ‘to induce a housewife to) change ‘her brand of flour. She; | becomes accustomed to a certain| brdnd and changes only when there | ‘igs very good reason for doing so. | jit ‘the state mill, therefore mar-| | kets its output within the state it | would have to induce every house- | | wife and every baker in the state |to change brands, . This, of course, | is a hopeless task, and the bulk of the output must therefore be mar-| keted outside the state. It must] compete with the big mills at Min-/ neapolig and Buffalo, for the east-! ern and export trade. Fargo has a 300-barrel mill — |just one-tenth the size of the new | jars can build a mill and ele-! It can be done for a great’ normal flour: con-} sideration the reduced consumption | THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE | SALESMAN $AM BY SWAN | HOW'S TH’ BOY- 1 HEAR YOU BOUGHT A GOLD BRICK WHILE YOU WERE IN NEW YORK~ HAH -HNK- HAH WAKE UP- SAt!! » FANBE I DIG, ‘BOT *\] A NEARLY GOT EVEN WI EM ANYHOW PLpY “THAT GAME AS WELL, AS ONE, 50 | WENT OUT TO TRV TO GET SOME. OF = MY MONEY BACK BY SELLING “TH BROOKLYN BRIDGE. Te SOME BOOB NAW!!-NO SUCH LUCK, GUZZ- 1) PICKED ON TH’ WRONG ; GUY a.) (Continued From Our Last Issue). sand that I worked in a private hat- chery; and he called me a liar.” Young Fry’s face flushed and his EPISODE TEN < The Twilight of Mike CHAPTER I When Quintana turned enraged snake on Sard and like an ROBERT W CHAMBERS ©1022 GEORGE KR. DORAW COMDANY voice began to quiver: “That's the way he misused me: drove hini{@%d he backed me into the shanty und I had to sit down with Wi SELL ITT0 TH' VERY GUY ont OWNED HY, | TRIED TO we starve him out.” Wier said to Fry: “Go up rod Place and _ tell yet.” ‘| window Eve Strayer, lying bed, had heard every word. she peered out and saw start toward Harrod Place run; enter the lodge. both Jansen\ story and bring back two 45-70’s—- | : . And quit sniveling. . . + You may get a shot at him “You and George had better get a gun apiece. That fellow might come! back here or go to Harrod Place if to Har- your Behind the curtains of her open on her Crouched there beside her pillow Trooper Lannis ride away; saw the Fry boy| on aA saw. Ralph Wier watch them! out of sight and then turn and re-/ } Wrapped in Darragh’s big blanket {state mill. It hag takem many years of hard work, careful management, and skilful planning to build up a market for its output of 300 barrels aday. If it has taken all this time to build up the business of a mill the: game, so he can borrow from himself instead of his friends. orrowing small sums or cups of flour becomes a habit. Housewives have noticed that certain neighbors are enter- nally borrowing the same things, time after time. Borrowing started back in the days when an improvident cave man saw his neighbor bring in a catch of fish or a “bag” of<wild birds or animals. You can picture the improvident man rushing to the hard-working hunter with this proposi- tion: when I kill some.” A gertain number of unfortunates are driven to borrow- ing from their friends, by sheer bad luck. The chronic bor- rower, however, is usually a plain old-fashioned specimen of what country town people call shiftlessness. HORSESHOES Our nation still has twice.as many horses as.autos. The auto may be more economical than the horse. ‘However—__| ~The census shows that the country has only 12 horseshoe- making establishments, and the horseshoes they turn out are} worth only $1,931,812 a year. | In other words, a year’s supply of shoes for one horse is worth about 10 cents when it leaves the factory. Compare this, with tires, which are to autos what iron shoes are to horses. The auto’s superiority over the horse, financially, is| nét in the point of contact with the ground. ; ae ; PRICES Prices are not apt'to’drop‘to what they were before the war, for 10 years at least, reports Prof. Charles J, Bullock. He is chairman of Harvard University’s committee on eco- nomic research, of the leaders among business forecasters. ; After the War of 1812 and the Civil War, it took prices about. 30 years to drop to normal. The low point of prices occurs, roughly, every 50 years. The last low point was 1896. By precedent, prices of 1896 may repeat in 1946. New and unprecedented conditions, however, may break the rule. ® HUSBANDS _.. A woman in East St. Louis, Illy is married for the eleventh vee She gives her age as 43. Her latest husband has been rried to her twice before. ; With items like this cropping out in the daily grist of news, not much attention is apt to be paid to the announce- ment ‘that the cost of running the national government in the last three monts was $139,000,000 less than in July, August and September of 1921. Humanity is 95 per cent emotional, 5 per cent brains. j GEORGE * A prophet is not without honor save in his own country. On all sides you hear much good said about Lloyd George, | v@ry little against him. He has more friends and admirers in America than in England, would be re-elected,if, Americans did.the voting. i Fe cace'| dl So. much for the value, or loss, due to perspective. | With all respect for American judgment, the English axe 0 probably know what they are doing. Their election in Novem-| © bér will show. \ VOTING ;, From.-nearly all sections of the country come reports of “fight registration.” This is deadly poison. for democracy. | We neglect what the pioneers shed their blood for—the right | to vote. Czechoslovakia makes voting compulsory, by law. We may have to come to it. The man who doesn’t vote is the first to how] when public affairs are mishandled, SENSE i © Glenn Frank, editor of Century magazine, says he notices! three distinct classes of people — pessimists, optimists and rationalists. The future hinges on the rationalists, Frank thinks. | : There is such a thing as too much optimism, the same as! too much pessimism. The happy medium is rationalism, or, common sense. In the long run it prevails—but usually after the mischief is done and “It’s too late.” | | It can’t and won’t be profitable. at Fargo to a 300 barrel basis, how: jong will it take for the a mill at Grand. Forks under, state manage-| ment to find a market for 3,000 bar- rels? H Judging from the results of the! “ . b fexperiment at Drake, it will take and oak and ‘Lend me a bird or a carcass and I'll pay you back; several generations and cost many; bireh and poplar leaves, Lannis lost millions of dollars. The mill at Drake had a capacity of 100 bar-! rels a day, or one-thirtieth the ca- ‘pacity of the Grand Forks mill. It lost $75,000 in operating expen- ‘ses in two years under the Frazier administration. One is loath ‘to think of the losses that might he incurred at Grand Forks if they were proportionate, ' These facts may open the eyes of North Dakota voters to the serious problem they have on their hands/! We are “all dressed up and no place to go” so far as the state mill! is concerned. The completion of} ‘the mill doesn’t solve the problem. | It just creates the problem. The! big problem ig to. operate the insti-| tution without incurring stagger- ing losses. A 3,000-barrel mill is turning out a product worth $21,000 aday. If such a mill were operated for a month without sales, it would | tle up $630,000 in flour. It would be the easiest thing in the world| jfor the state to tie up a million or {a couple of million dollars in flour jand it doesn’t take much of a busi- |nessman to realize that money can ibe lost at a staggering ‘rate under |such conditions, | The question of whether the mill) jis actually completed. or not, is! | therefore a trifle that should cause | j little concern to the voters. The | big question is: “what are we going |te do with it?” The independent [voters of the state have never in- | dorsed the mill project- They are not responsible for its construction, They have merely promised to give iit a fair trial. | The Forum hag consistently op- | Posed the enterprise and it is more convinced today than it ever was | that the voters of the state will bit- |terly regret having undertaken it. | |But the question now is one of; | Operating it at a minimum of loss.| Do we want to permit it to be op- erated by the men who lost $75,000 | in two years in the milling business at Drake, or do we want it left to! the . Nestos) admimistration which has cut the operation ‘loss at Drake to nothing and has put it on a basis wkere it is “breaking even” if the essive interest charges are not :dered?—Fargo Forum, cl ENTIRE FAMILY HAD" “FLU” | “ Keep right oh using Foley’s Honey and Tar. It will give quick | relief,’ said the doctor, when th2 entire family had the “flu”. Never saw anything so . good,” writes Mrs, A. B. Griffith, Andrews, Ind, Neglected coughs and- colds often lead to serious complications, Foley’s Honey and Tar gives quick | relief. Free from opiates (ingre- dients printed on the ‘wrapper). Largest selling cough medicine in| he world. Gas Price Drops A cut in the price of gasoline has been made in Bismarck as a result of the decrease by the, Standard Oil of Indiana. The price at those stations dropped from 27 1/0 to 26 1/0 cents per gallon. ‘forest, Quintana was afraid to fire. | About | to his destruction, -he would hav? | killed and robbed the frightened dia- ;mond broker had he dared risk the | shot. He had intended to do this any- | way, sooner or later. But with the | noise of the hunting dogs filling the an hour. later Quintana was seen, challenged, chased and shot at by State Trooper Eannis. * Quintana ran. And what witit the dense growth of seedling beech the heavily falling Quintana and then his trail. The State Trooper had left his horse at the cross-roads near the scene of Darragh’s masked exploi:, where he had stopped and robbed Sard—and now Lannis _hastenea back to find and mount his horse, and gallon straight’ into the first growth timber, z There was no sound of dogs whe Lannis rode in on the narrow, spotted trail whence he had flushed Quintana into the dense growth of saplings that bordered it. Once, very, very far away west-* ward in the direction of Star Pond! he fancied he heard a faint vibration ; in the air that might have been hounds baying. | He was right. And at that, very! moment Sard was dying, horribly, among two trapped otters as_ big and fierce as the dogs that had’ driven them into the drain. Somewhere among . the _ birches, between him and Star Pond, was Harrod Place. And the idea oc- curred to him that Quintana’ might have ventured to ask food and shel- ter there. Yet, that was not likely because Trooper Stormont had called him that morning on the tele- phone from the’ Hatchery Lodge. However, to reassure himself, Lannis rode as far as Harrod Place, and found game wardens on duty along the line. Then he turned west and trotted his_mount downto the hatchery, where he saw Ralph Wier, the superintendent, standing outside the lodge talking to his assistant ‘George Fry. When Lannis rode up on the cp- posite side’ of the brook, he called across to Wier: “You haven’t seen anything of any crooked outfit around ‘here, have you, Ralph? I'm looking for} that kind.” ; | “See here,” said the superia- tendent, “I don’t know but George | Fry may have seen one of your guys. Come over and he’ll tell you what happened an hour ago.” Fry’s boyish face seemed. agitated; he looked up at the State Trooper with the flush of tears in his gaze and pointed st the rifle Lannis car- ried: : “If I'd had that,” he said excited- ly, “I'd have brought in a crool:, you bet!” “Where did you see him?” quired Lannis. “Jest west of the Scaur, about an hour 4nd a half ago. I was stockin’ the head of Scaur Brook with finger- lings. . . You know how it is in the woods. . . I kinda felt, some- body near. And, by cracky!——there stood a man with a big, black auto- matic pistol, and he had a bead on my belly.’ “ ‘Well,’ said I, ‘what's troubline you and your gun, my friend ?’-—1 was that astonished. “He was a slim-built, powerfu guy with a foreign face and voice and way. He wanted to know if he had the honor—as he put it—to in-| troduce himself to a detective or game cofstable, or a friend of Mike Clinch, “I told him I wasn’t any of these, ; ‘in- hands up. Then he filled my ‘pack- basket with grub, and took my ax, and strapped my kit onto his back. » And talking all the time in his mean, sneery, foreign way—and I guess he thought he was funny, for Neslaughed at his own” jokes. = “He told me his name was Quin-; ftana, ‘and’ that he ought jto shoot me; for a .rat, but wouldn’t because of | the stink. Then he — suid he was’ going to do a quick job that the police were too cowardly to do—that ; he: was a-going to find Mike Clinch down to Drowned Valley and kill him; and if he could catch Mike’s daughter, too, he’d spoil her face for life—” “What next?” ¢Amanded the | Trooper impatiently. “Tell your story and quit thinking how you were misused!” “He told me to stay in the shanty} for an hour or he’d do for me good,” cried Fry. “Once I got up and went to the door; and there, he stood by the brook, wolfing§ my} lunch with both hands. I tell you he cursed and drove me, like a dog, inside with his big pisto—my God— like a dog. . . “Then, the next time I took a} chance he was gone. ..And I beat it here to get me_a rifle—” The boy broke down and sobbed: “He drove me around—like a dog—hke did-—” i “You leave that to me,” interrupt- ed Lannis sharply. And, to Wier: robe she got off the bed and opened her chamber door as Wier was pass- ing through the living-room. “Please—I'd like tg speak to you a moment,” she called- Wier turned! instantly to the partly open door. “I want to know,” she said, “where I am.” “Ma’am 2” -“What is this place?” “It’s a hatchery—” . “Whose?” “Ma’am 2?” “Whose lodge is this? belong to Harrod Place?” “We're h-hootch runners, Miss—” stammered Wier, mindful of in- structions, but making a, poor busi- ness of deception; “—I and Hat Smith, we run a ‘Easy One,’ and we and came Does it j strip trout for a blind and sell to Harrod Place—Hal ‘and I—” “Who is Hal Smith?” she asked. “Ma’am ?” The girl’s flower-blue eyes turned icy: “Who is the-man who calls him- self Hal Smith?” she repeated. Wier. looked at her, red’ and dumb. “Ig he a Trooper in plain clothes?” ; she demanded in a bitter voice. “Is he one of the Commissioner's spies? Are you one, too?” Wier gazed miserably at her, un- able to formulate a convincing lie. She flushed swiftly .as a terrible suspicion seized her: “Ig this Harrod property? Is Hal Smith old Harrod’s heir? Is he?” EVERETT TRUE BY E3 SS, WM LOOKING TOR A BRIGHT OPFICE MAN. ComMG IN MONDAY, vec GWE You A TRIAL, BuT — CONDO . | “No -doubt,” answered Se x EN] —IF YOU WORK HERES YOU'CL SITHER HAVE TO GIVE THAT THING UNODSR YOUR NOSS MORE ELBOW ROOM OR CUT \T OFF =S THURSDA “My God, Miss—” “He is!” . “Listen, Miss—" She flung open the door and. came out into the living-room. “Hak Smith is that nephew of old | Harrod,” she said calmly. “His name is Darragh. And you are one | of his\ wardens. . .:And I can't stay here. Do you understand?” Wier wiped his hot face and wait- jed. The cat was out; and he knew there was no use.in such lies as he could tell. 5), He said: “All I’ know, Miss, is that I was to lgpk after you and get you whatever you want—” | “I want my. clothes!” “Ma’am 2” . ' | “My clothes!” she repeated im- | patiently. “Ive got to have them!” “Where are they, ma’am?” asked the bewildered man. At the same moment the girl’s eyes fell on a pile.of men’s sporting clothing—garments sent down from Harrod Place to the lodge—lying on a leather lounge near a gun-rack. Without a glance at Wier, Eve went to the heap of clothing, tossed it about, selected cords, two pairs of woolen socks, gray shirt, puttees, shoes, flung the garments through the door into her own room, followed them, and locked herself in. When she was dressed—the two heavy pairs of socks helping to fiz her feet to the shoes—she emptied her handful of diamonds, sapphires and emeralds, including the Flaming Jewel, into the pockets of her breeches. Now she was ready. She unlocked her door and went out, - scarcely limping at all, now. Wier gazed at her helplessly 2s rdige-belt at the gun-rack. Then she turned on him as stiil and dangerous as a young puma: “Tell Darragh he’d better keep clear of Clinch’s,” he said. “Tell him I always thought he was a rat. Now I know he’s one.” She’ plunged one slim hand int» “Here” she said insolently. “This will pay your gentleman for his gun and clothing.” She tossed the gem onto a table, where it rolled, glittering. “For heaven’s sake, Miss—” burst out Wier, horrified, but she cut him short: “—He may keep the change,” she | said. “We’re no swindlers at Clinch’s Dump!” Wier started forward as though to intercept her. Eve's eyes flamed. And he stood still. She wrenched open the door and walked out among the silver birches. At the edge of the brook she stood a moment, coolly loading the magazine of her rifle. Then, with one wift glance of hatred, flung at the place that Harrod’s money had built, she sprang across the brook, tossed her rifle to her shoulder, and passed lithely into the golden wilder- ness ‘of poplar and silver birch. + (Continued in Our Next Issue) -—_____ ——_+ | ADVENTURE OF || THETWINS | By Olive Barton'Roberts ‘ Nancy and Nick looked and look- ed and looked for Mother Goose’s brom. 4 They were still up in the sky on ‘the star called Jupiter, a great big bright one where a lot of Mother Goose’s people lived. " Pretty soon they heard music. | “It’s a fiddle,” said Nancy. “It makes me feel like dancing.” “It must be the Piped Piper of Hamlin,” said Nick. “Or King Cole,” remarked Nancy. {Perhaps it’s one of his fiddlers.” “Or it might be Tom the Piper’s son who learned to play when he was young, said Nick, But to their amusement it was none of these, for along the- road came a cat, at that very instant, playing a fiddle and doing a jig. And now you know who it was; my dears? “Hi diddle diddle, the Cat and the Fiddle,”! of ccourse. “Goodness alive! How did you get here?” asked Nancy. “I’m looking for the cow that jumped over the moon,” answered the cat. “I feel that my playing caused all the trouble, and her master needs her. Also, the dish {that ran off with the spoon hasn’t leome back. Did you happen to see either of them?” “No!” said. Nancy, shaking her head. “Everything is lost, it seems, Mother Goose has lost her broom, too, and the cobwebs on the sky are ;8o thick that people on the earth think they are clouds. They say she has started to raid one of her geese.” the sat | solemnly, blinking his eyes. “But I must be on my way. Don’t forget to look for the cow, will pou? Or the dish! As for the spoon, someone | jtold me they had seen a dipner in the sky. Maybe that’s it! I'll go and look.” r | | gop Cees | AT THE MOVIES | ——_—____—___+ THE ELTINGE. Said to be one of-the most dra-| matic photoplays produced hy Cosmo-! |politan in many months, “The Valley of Silent Men,” ‘a picturization for Paramount of James Oliver Cur-! wood’s celebrated novel of the same | names, comes to the Eltinge theatre } next Friday and Saturday. Alma} Rubens is the featured player and | the principals in her support are Lew | Cody And Joe King. ‘The story deals with a Canadian} girl who devotes her life.to exonor- | | ste the man who, to save her broth- | a murder of which the latter is ac- | evsed, In the’ development of this; story, there are.many thrilling mo- | ments, while the, finish is novel and | dramatic. The picture was directed | by Frank Borzage, creator of “Hu- | moresque” and the scenes were pho- | tographed in the rugged Canadian| | Rockies, i paetat tal ZentSe Nine white men have lost their lives trying’ to film the Sahara Desert. Hitherto it has been filmed in -California. ‘ she coolly chose a rifle and cart-/| her pocket and drew out a diamond. | er’s life, assumes responsibility for| 4, Y, NOVEMBER 2, 1922 it | Funny things jw:t will happen. We {ship spaghetti to Italy, | She tells us you must use your ‘head to make bobbed hair long. | - They are pulling wires to get a monopoly on wireless, joo. “Walk Out on Dancer’-—Boston j headline. That’s stepping on, her. ' \ An ideal husband is a man who géts his weekly pay every night. Twenty years ago today there were more men than womep being arrested for bigamy. It is about time for them to put on their woolen bears. Optimists are so refreshing. Har- vard specialists ‘say prices will be high only:ten years longer. We have been expecting to see in |the paper where someone has in- |herited a ton of coal. | Irene Bordoni wants to start |kissing school. One school where | pupils will love their teachers, | Some. towns are lucky. In Bos- |ton, a free verse writer went crazy. | Less than two months until Christ-! jmas. It is time for father to begin | discussing the poorhouse. | Just when it looked like a quiet |winter Armenia ask; to send 5,000 girls to’ Philadelphia, | Hannah Elured says being 100 lyears old is great. It is great, Hannah; but it takes so long. saree ! | Ambassador, Harvey say! women jhaye no souls and manages to get \his name in our papers again. | “You may eat chicken with your fingers,” says etiquette hints. You may, but you may need a hatchet. | In Cineinnati, a woman claims ‘thousands have died from kissing. i This is nothing compared with those dying to be kissed. Germany is coming to the front in aviation. Some day she may slip something over on the French. Cuba wants to borrow another fifty million dollars. That infant re- public ‘needs spanking. = | 5 What's in a name?, The man charged with being a millionaire bootleg king is Mr. Cassesse. Many a beay plays second fiddle. The long wkirt is here for two seasons and doomed for two reasons, | Family breeds contempt. Be quiet. You use 44 different muscles when you talk. Sa | ATHOUGHT | POSNER EN nner In that day a man shall cast kis | idols of silver, and his idols of gold, ; which they made each one for him- self to worship, tothe moles and to the bats.”—Isaiah 2:20. A man who dod; not know how to: learn from his mistakes turns the best schoolmaster out of his lif Henry Ward Beecher. Thanks Friends L, C. Rogers, veteran expres3 messenger who was accidentally shot while on a Northern Pacific train coming into Bismarck some- time ago, has written R. L! Wal- ton, agent of the American Ex- press, thanking his frié¢hds for their treatment of him while he was in Bismarck. He said that he had a comfortable trip back to St. Paul, his home, and was getting along fine. Charleston, S, C., has one of the safest and most commodious har- bors in the United States. 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