The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, July 6, 1923, Page 4

oo oe THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE Entered at the Postoffice, Bismarck, N. D., Matter. BISMARCK TRIBUNE CO. __- econd Class Publishers Foreign Representative G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY CHICAGO - - 3 3 Z Marquette Bldg. PAYNE, BURNS AND SMITH - Fifth Ave. Bldg. ABER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS The ciated Press is exclusively entitled to the use or republication of all news dispatches credited to it or, not atherwise credited in this paper and also the local news pub- Hshed herein. All rights of republication of special dispatches herein are also reserved. MEMBER AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATION SUBSCRIPTION RATES PAYABLE IN ADVANCI Daily by car Paesae y mail, per year (in Bismarck) 7.20 Daily by mail, per year (in state outside Bismarck) 5.00 Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota......... 0 THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873 RAG CHEWING Do you talk entertainingly? When you begin speaking, do the others “hush up” and listen with interes Ed Howe, Kansas country town philosopher, thinks the only reason why one ever listens to other people’s talk is because he knows it'll be his turn next. ‘The art of good conversation is waning in our count says Dr. Henry Van Dyke, professor of English literatur at Princeton. He blames, principally, fast talking. DETROIT Kresge Bldg NEW YORK ; M Ag $7.20 The early white generations in America developed con- | versation into an art. It was a natural development. — ‘lo start with, few of them could read fluently or write legibly. In remote communities, in particular, the clergyman did the writing for his flock, keeping the social records. The store- keeper and schoolmaster helped make out the business records and write the occasional letter to relatives and friends back in civilization, With writing and reading diffi people to concentrate on conve craving for self-expression. onversation became an art, despite its conventional for mality. Then, too, there were no entertainments such as radio and movies in those days. Looks were scaree, newspapers and i X ople didn’t have much to do, except talk, News and exchange of ideas had to be mostly by the talk route. Small wonder they were able to become conversational artists. The voluble talker is rarely interesting, but he at least can distribute words like the spray from a bug-gun. alt, it was natural for the tion’ as an outlet for their As time goes on, conversation in America is doomed steadily to become less and less an art. Speech itself also will steadily drop out of use. This is inevitable because mod-| ern means of communication are making it easier to com- municate by the eye than by the ear. Where a manager used to open the door and all out into the factory, he now turns to his stenographer or talks a “memo” into the wax-record ma- chine. Some critics think we write too much, in average life. But they are wrong. We have to write as much as we do (nearly, at least) because we talk less Then, too, average mentality is rapidly becoming keener, and fewer words, either printed or spoken, are necessary to convey an idea and make it compreh In days not long past, a man would say to his friend: “Did you observe, when we were king to William, right after I said so-and-so, he did a peculiar thing” ete, ete. ete. 2c: Now the man raises one eyebrow and says to his pal: “Did you get that?” Telepathy—thought transference by a semi-radio route-— is coming into general use, crude and limited at present, but the forerunner of something greater to come YOU AND CICADA If you think that you have a difficult time here on earth, compare with the 17-Year Locust, which is swarming by billions again this ar, attacking the trees. The Depart- ment of Agriculture says that these insect pests are “un- doubtedly the most interesting of all the insects peculiar to the American continent.” / | After their 1923 visitation, they will disappear and not show up again until 1940. The 17-Year Locusts, which really are giant flies instead of locusts or grasshoppers, make their appearance out of the ground. They live only a few weeks, then fall to the ground dead.. During this short life, all effort is devoted to repro- duetion. The female begins work on a tree branch. She is equip- | ped with a sort of plow, which she uses to make a line of! holes in the bark to the end of the branch. In these holes! she lays her eggs, two in a nest. About a fortnight later, the eggs hatch, larvae crawl out, drop to the ground, bur- row down and emtomb themselves deep enough to be immune to all kinds of weather. For 17 years they sleep, then craw] forth, mount to a tree branch and start the process of reproduction all over again.| They come and go and repeat with perfect regularity, all| maturing and laying eggs and dying at almost identically the same time. In their wake they leave a trail of ruined or-| chards, which they prefer to forest trees or vegetables. Seventeen years of preparation for a few weeks of life! After all, it is much like human existence—95 per cent prep- aration and toil, 5 per cent realization and pleasure. Na- ture’s activities are infinitely varied and mysterious. It' would be equally amazing to the 17%Year Locusts, that we! tape years instead of weeks to accomplish our purpose on| earth. ? UNLUCKY * The superstition about opals bringing bad luck, started in 1829 by a Sir Walter Scott novel, is dying out. Opals are! becoming popular, few people afraid of them. So claims P.| J. Coffey, president of the National Jewelers’ Association. All around, superstition is on its last legs in our coun- try. How long since you’ve seen a horseshoe nailed upside down over a door for luck? Americans don’t believe in bad tuck} as much as they used to. Quite natural, since we’re getting so we don’t believe in anything. RENT Smallest shoestore in the world, catering only to fat men in, is being opened in Chicago by Sam Levine. The 8i is 30 by. 8 fect Sam has takeh-a lease until 1929 and his Yearly rent will be $37.50 for each square foot of floor Move the building out into a desert and the whole store wouldh’t be worth $37.50 a century. The rental value is in- dividually owned, but jt is comfunity created—by the ac- ash j after being on strike ej visit for bit hose. Lion cub movie star Peggy Davis on the What she gets sor looking good enough to eat. Henry Ford's stand on the presi- dential question is he will refuse the job unless he gets it, Spokane man who went swimming after cating a big picnic lunch’ was revived in 45 minut Judge Nott of New York sentences brokers. No kin to “Judge not that you be not judged.” | Works of art sold in Paris as about | 1,000 years old will not be that old until about from Hungary, Her s have been doubled, Keep aw railroad ra Los Angeles woman who wouldn't believe a traffic cop will now. “Safety Last,” a film by Harold | Lloyd, has been stolen by some crook who followed the title, Sanitary potters of New, Jersey, Sonths, | ure back pottering aroun Renters will not be ‘surprised to Jearn a man who gave his son's bride | $1,000,000 is a landlerd, Movies ca talk, put a Famous sky film hearing will be held in Philadelphia, Calvin Coolidge says pay more at- tention to culture. We say pay more attention to agriculture, Welsh coal dealers sold a million tons in U, S, Welsh mines are run- ning like a Welsh rabbit. Women are very much alike. Angeles poetess married the Now she wants the moon, Los sun. In a city they argue what time it in a town what day it is; in the country what month it is, is; Since bricklayer's pay equals about 700 eggs, the hens ought to learn to lay bricks, These June college graduates had hetter admit it to their bosses before | it is discovered, A bathing suit m frock for eating wa s a nice little ‘melon, Considering who they are, we think the human race does much better than could be expected. It isn’t cool enough to wear a coat or anything else now. | MANDAN NEWS | Wilton Man Loses | Car at Mandan) | Only one car, that of Nick Cher- nos of Wilton, was reported missing | during the Fourth! of July celebra- | tion here. The machine bearing! North Dakota license number 73,169! stolen while parked outside the | fair grounds. Sheriff Mc- Donald reported at noon yesterday that he had a clue which he thought | would lead to the recovery of the, touring car. | The Mandan chautauqua which opened Wednesday played before an audience of 75 or 100 people in the | evening after having passed up the | afternoon performance. The Philli- | pine Jackies orchestra put on a fine | program. 2 Yesterday afternof’ the Colonial pl and singers gave a program, followed in the evening by an ad- | dress by Congressman Martin A. | Morrison. 5 i A feature of the Chautauqua will | be the play “Her Temporary Hus-| band” which will be given Sunday | evening by J. Moy, Bennett's | Selma Lenhart will be a feature on | the Friday afternoon program and Saturday the College girls orchestra | and glee club will give a short pro- gram, | Mrs. Anna Stark and,son, George | returned Monday from the east where they haye been visiting since the first of June. * Mrs. A. P. Gray left Tuesday for | Toronto, Can, where she will visit | until late in the winter at the home of her daughter, Mrs. Lynn Hirsch. Parley Hansen, son of Mr, and Mrs. E, K. Hansen of this city arriv- ed Tuesday from Chicago and will two weeks here with| friends, | Mrs. J. J. MeFetridge arrived ear- | ly in the week from St. Paul where | she has been visiting with relatives. | Mr. and Mrs. McFetridge have been} making their home in Pasco, Wash.,; but the former as been transferred again to Mandan. . Mrs. E. B, Howe left’ today for! Plymouth, Wis., to spend several weeks visiting with relatives. Miss Mary Stark of Mandan was. awarded the Ford touring car which | was given away yesterday by ,the American Legion Committee., i Mrs. E. W. Tobin and son yesterday for Janesville, Wis. left q ivities of the people who swarm in the neigborhood. The pe r sty tothe day will claim its fair share of this value Mrs. John F.” Sullivan and twin lis spending the weck in. the ‘city as} daughters arrived yesterday from Minneapolis where: they have b making their home since fall, John Jr, and Mr. Sullivan drove out Wed- neoday. A son was born to Mr. and Mrs. Adam Helbling of the eity July 4, Mr. and } Mandan are parents of a daughter and Mr, and Mrs. Floren Hilfer of, ‘Timmer a son, Johnson, pioneer resident ‘of n who has been residing in rene, Minn., attended the, round Mics Olga Birch of Winona, Minn., the guest of Mrs. and Mrs, 0. J. Manderud and daugh- ter Lucile and Swanella of Valley City, merly of Mandan attended | the Round-Up. R. Leekly. Mr. Mr. and Mrs. T. C. children returned Wedn tomobile from Denison, Ia., where they have been visiting relatives for the past three weeks. Keller and Win. Kahler who has been a guest of Mr. a |. C. McDowell left : is home in Fargo. Mr. and Mrs. Wm. H. Borwin/ of Dickinson have been guests of Mr. and Mrs. C. I Larson during the Round-up. ! . Russell Williams of | SLIE PRESCOTT TO MRS, JOSEPH GRAVES HAMILTON, CONTINUED, I just hag to smile, mother dear when that old woman rang in her death-bed bunkum and I had all f could do not to say to her thay she reminded me of those western bad men who considered it a disgrace not to die with their boots én. I think, perhaps, that would have teen the last of me if I had done it for as it was I did put my foot in it dreadfully by saying: I sorry that Mis: sent the telegram becat Bradford it worried day by auzjJeck frightfully, particularly as. it was impossible for him to come.” At this that spinster stepped for- }ward and remarked with more or less rancor, am sure, Mrs, Pres- cott, that had you seen Mr. Pres- cott’s mother night before last you woukl have thought she was going to di “What was the nature of her ill- ness?” I inquired. the old lady broke down ang sobbed as she said, “John Mrs, O. A. Eastvold and daughters | ville are guests at the E. H. ik home for the week. Ed Bloom of Valley City was here to take in the Round-Up. Mr. and Mrs. J. J. Scharff and son and daughter, William and Minnie Carter of Glen Ullin returned home yesterday after visiting at the M. J. Hunke home during the round Miss Blanche Scharff will for, the Chautauqua. As far back as the 14th century there are records of a ferry acro: the River Thames at Woolwich, has broken my heart, John has bro- ken my heart!” T must hav prised for she looked somewhat sur- thrust a letter into my ‘hand which it seems John had written to his mother, in which he had told her some wholesome traths. It seemed that back-biting Pris- cilla Bradford had seen me _ that night at the Frolic with Karl and she wrote full particulars, as she saw it, to mother-in-law. I was so angry at that old maid when I read the letter that Ijcould have, annihilated her on thé} spot, bat oh how I did glory in Jack's spunk! He just told his mother he would not allow anyone, not even her, to say anything about me. pr GEoree, He's fe ie CHEWING GUM in TH == =A Just as soon as he comes home tonight, mother, you kiss him for me | Pendean, ‘of Jenny's husband, Michael. Robert] the other was chad in a rosy jumper | Mark Brendon, crimina’ ; of the sea. {friend in the world FRIDAY, JULY 6, 1928 D REDMAYNES ® EDEN PHILPOT TS iw = COPYRIGHT 1988 THE MTEPMNLAN a RELEASED By NEA SERVICE INC., ABRGT.MET. NEWS®. Svs. BEGIN HERE TODAY her brow—a sturdy, muscular _crea- Robert Redmayne, uncle of Jenny] tuge who empty iy suspected of the murier| wicker basket upon her shoulders; carried a great, disappears and, is being pursued by] of cilk; she flashed in the morning investigator.| fires and brought an added beaut Jenny goes to live with her uncle,|to that beautiful scene, ; : Bendigo Redmayne. Brendon mcets| Jenny ascended the *mountain as Robert in the woods near Bendigo's| lightly as a butterfly, She moder- home but fails to capture him. Giu-|ated her pace to the slower gait of seppe Doria works for Bendigo.Jthe elder and presently they both When Doria and Jenny find Robert] stopped before a little gray chapel, they arrange a meeting at Bendigo's| perched beside the hill path. is home but Robert. fails to keep the| Mr. Albert Redmayne's silkworms, appointment. in the great airy shed behind his Robert sends word to Bendigo to| villa, had nearly all spun their co- meet him alone in a nearby cave.|coons now, for it was June again Doria takes Bendigo to the appoint-|and the annual crop of mulberry cd place and leaves him with Robert.| leaves in the valleys beneath were When Doria returns for his master,|well-nigh exhausted. hoth men have disappeared. Albert] Therefore Assunta Marzelli, the ayne comes from Italy to try| old bibliophile’s housekeeper, made to solve the mystery. holiday with his nicce, now upon a visit to him, and together the wo- NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY | men climbed, where food might be'¥ Mr, Albert Redinayne slept well,| procured for the last tardy cater- but the morning found him yery de- | pillars to change their state, pressed. He was frightened and] And then, where two tall eypress- awestricken. He detested “Crow's es stood upon either side, Jenny and Nest” and the melancholy murmur Assunta stayed a while. t He showed the keenest] The lake below was now reduced desire to return home at the carliest i to a cup of liquid jade over which opportunity and was exceedingly shot streamers of light into the nervous after dark, mountain shadows at its brink; but “Oh, that Peter ns were he’ there were vessels floating on the he exclaimed again and again, as a waters that held the watcher.’ cyes. comment to every incident unfolded They looked like twin, toy torpedo by Brendon or Jenny; and then. boats—mere streaks of red and when she asked him if it might be! black upon the water, with Italy's le to summon Peter Ganns,|flag at the taffrail. But the little Redmayne explained that he! ships were no toys and Assunta was an American beyond their reach|hated them, for the strange craft at. present. told of the ceaseless battle waged “Mr. Ganns,” he by authority against the mountain smugglers and reminded the widow of her own lawless husband’s death ton years before. The women climbed presently to a little field of meadow grass that sparkled with tiny flowers and spread its alpine sward among thickets of mulberry. Hore their work awaited them; but first they ate the eggs and wheaten brea walnuts and dried figs that the had brought and shared a little flask of red wine. They finished with a “is my best ave and ex- cepting one man only. He—my first and most precious inttmate—dwells at Bellagio, on the opposite side of Lake Como from myself., Signor Virgilio Poggi is a bibliophile of | European eminence and the most brilliant of men—a great genius and my dearest associate for twenty. years. But Peter Ganns also is # very astounding person—-a detective pfficer by profession. “I myself lack that intimate and tell him he is the best ever, won't you? Don’t you think my apartment ts lovely? I think that I will come home tomorrow and help you enjoy it if in the meantime this old woman here does not think up some other way to keep mp here and make me perfectly uncomfortable. She keeps no maids, but-she will not let. mé help her “dear Priscilla” do anything. Seems to think 1 am not capable of it and I'll tell the world that “dear Priscilla” is no cook, 3} Last night I had fried steak, plain boiled potatoes and soggy apple pie for dinner. I was a little catty, mother dear, and said as I refused the steak that I never ate friend meat of any kind. When asked if I did not like pie, I answered, that unless pie crust was particularly flakey jthat is my knowledge of character which is his native gi Books I know bet- ter than men, and it. was my pecu-|great basket while Jenny loitercd a liar acquaintance with books that| while and smoked a cigaret. It was brought Ganns and me together in! a new habit acquired since her mar- New York. There I served him well| riage. in dn amazing police case and aided| Soon the women started upon him .to prove a crime, the discovery, their homeward way. They had de- of which turned upon a certain pa-|scended about a mile and at a ber manufactured for the Medici.| shoulder of Griante sat down to rest But a greater thing than this crim- But a gi in weleome shadew. inal insides sprang.from it; and| And then, suddenly, as if it had tiendship with the won- jbeen some apparition limned upon derful Peter.” the air, there stood in the path the’ He expatiated upon figure of a tall man. His red hqad Ganns until his listeners wearied of| was bare and from the face beneath the subject. Then Giuseppe Doria shone a pair of wild and haggard intervened with a personal problem., eyes. They saw the stranger’s great He desired to be dismissed and was tawny mustache, his twe. d gur- anxious to learn from Brendon if ments and knitkerbockers, his , red the law permitted him to leave the| waistcoat, and the cap he carried in | neighborhood. handful of cherries and then As- sunta began to pluck leaves for her Mr. Peter his hand. He found himself detained, how- ever, for some days, until an official examination of the strange problem was completed. The investigation and light it gave me dyspepsia. If dooks could have killed, I would have been a corpse then and there from “dear Priscilla’s” glances, achieved nothing and threw no ray} It was Robert Redmayne. juttered one loud cry of terror and then relaxed and fell unconscious upon the ground. The widow leaped to her aid, but it was some time be- Jenny I am being rather flippant, mother dear because I really am very un- happy. Poor Jack! How dreadfuj he must feel to have such «a mother and all the while she thinks he owes her everything and tells me very plainly that she lost her son completely when he married me. I am going to call Jack up to- night and talk to him. On what he shys wiJl depend whether I start home tomorrow or not. ‘ Lovingly, 7 LESLIE. of light, either upon the apparent murder of Bendigo Redmayne, or the disappearance of his brother. Mr. Albert Redmayne stayed no longer in Devonshire than his duty indicated, for he could prove of no service to the police. On the night previous to his departure he went through his brother's scanty library and found nothing in. it of any in-| “Remember what you saw!” said ‘terest to a collector. The ancient|Jenny tremulously: “Remember ex- and well-thumbed copy of “Moby| actly what he looked like, that you Dick” he took for sentiment, and he}may be able to tell Uncle Albegt also directed Jenny to pack for him| just how it was, Assunta, He 7is Bendigo’s “Log”—a diary in eight| Uncle Albert's brother—Robert Red- or ten volumes, mayne!” He departed,’ assured that his} Jenny helped Assunta with her family was the victim of ‘some evil,| great basket, lifted it on her shoul- fore Jenny came to her sense: “Did you see him?” she sped, clinging to Assunta and gazing fear- fully where her uncle had 5 food. “Yes, yes—a big, red man; but meant us no harm. When you criftil jout, he was more frightened than we. He leaped down, like a red fox, into the woods and disappeared.” ADVENTURE OF THE TWINS By Olive Roberts Barton “Would you like to go with me to Rainbow Land?” asked Mister Sky Bow, the funny fat little Rainbow Lander who was bowed all over. “Oh, wouldn't we just!” cried the ins. “Well, I don’t see any good reason why I can’t take you,” he said. “ see you have on megic shoes. So| come. right alopg,.But there! I for- ;got! Perhaps we can’t get in after fall. I’m shut outthat’s how I hap- pen to be here! “Shut out! How.” _ “Well, you see the rainbow is a big door. Rainbow Land is on the Nother side. I dropped my hat into | that field there and was reaching for | it, when the door shut behind me and shut me out. And here I am. And here I'll stay and here we'll all stay unless I can find the magic button.” “Magic button!” exclaimed Nick. “Whete is it?” “Sh!” Mister Sky Bow put his | finger to his lips and lookeq cau- tiously around. “Not so Idud,” he whispered. “It wouldn’t do for everyone to know. where the magic button is. , It’s ‘on the side of that big gray rock where the moss grows. Let's sec if we can find it. Come! All three of them tip-toed over to the big rock and Mister Sky Bow felt all over it carefully. “Here it’ he whispered. “I’ve found it. Now all I have to do is to press on’ it like a door-bell. There!” Then » wonderful thing happened. The big rainbow door slid up into ithe sky like the curtain in a'theater, \eaving an open space through which the Twins could see a wonderful fairyland beyond. f “Come!” beckoned Mister Sky Bow, vw». (To. Be Continued.) ‘ ght, 1923, NEA Service, Inc.) \ concealed alike from himself and| ders, and then set off beside her. everybody else;. but he promised] “I have a horrible dread,” she Jenny that he would presently write| said. “Something tells me that we to America and lay every incident| ought to be going faster. Would you of the case, so far as it was known| be frightened if I were to leave you, and reported, before his friend| Assunta, and make greater haste?” Ganns, The other managed to understand Before he returned to the borders| and declared that she felt no fear. of Como and his little villa beneath} They parted and Jenny hastencd, the mountains, the old scholar took] Tisked her neck sometimes, and sped affectionate. leave of Jenny andj forward with the energy of youth made her promise to follow him ‘as soon as she was able to do so. Robert Redmayne had vanished off the face of the earth and his brother with him. There remained of the family only Albert and his niece—a fact’ she imparted, not! without melancholy, to Mark Bren- don, when the, day came that he must take his eave of her and re- turn to other and more profitable fields of work. For a period of several months the detective was not to hear more of those who had played their small parts in the unsolved mystery. He was busy enough and in some meas- yre rehabilitated a tarnished repu- tation by one brilliant achievement in his finest manner. On d day in late March, Brendon received a little; triangular-shaped box through the-post from abroad, and opening it, stared at. a wedge of wedding cake. With the gift came a line—one only: “Kind and grateful remembrances from Giuseppe and Jenny Doria,” She sent no direction that might. enable him to acknowledge her gift; but there was a postal stamp upon the covering and Brendon noted that the ‘box came from Italy—from Ven- timiglia, a town which -Doria once mentioned in connection with the ruined castle and vanished splen- dors of his race. , .CHAPTER X On Griante. . Dawn had broken over Italy ‘and morning, in honeysuckle colors, burned’ upon the mountain mists, Two women climbed together up| the great acclivity, of Griante. .Qne was brown and elderly, clad in’ blag with an orange rag wrapped abot and on the wings of fear. Jenny saw and heard no more of the being who had thus so unex- pectedly returned into her life. Her thoughts were wholly with Albert Redmayne. He was at Bellagio when she reached home, and his manser- vant, Assunta’s brother, Ernesto, explained that Mr. Redmayne had crossed after luncheon to visit his dearest friend, the book lover, Vir- gilio Poggi. Jenny waited impatiently and she was at the landing stage when Al- bert returned. He smiled to see her and took off his great slouch hat. He looked at Jenny’s frightened * eyes and felt her hand upon his sleeve. “Why, what is wrong? You are alarmed. No ill news of Giu- seppe?” “Come home quickly,” she swered, “and I will explain,” Jenny told him that she had seen Robert Redmayne, whereupon her uncle considered for five minutes, then declared himself both puzzled and alarmed. (Continudd in Our Next Issue) I A Thought Come now, and let us reason to- gether, saith the Lord; though your sins be as scarlet, they shall ies .| White as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool. —lIsa, 1:18, i * ee God’s way of forgiving is thor- ough and hearty—both to for; id |to forget; and if thine be ni . ex hast no portion of his.—Leigh- on, i