The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, July 9, 1923, Page 4

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THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873 HIGGINBOTHAM GUI With the conviction of Thomas Walter Higginbotham of the murder of Martin Tabert of North Dakota, the final episode of that boy’s martyrdom passes into history. But the condemnation of Florida stem becomes a living force, a constant warning a : iother reversion to the bru- tality of the dark ages when men were lashed and tortured upon the slightest prete , Tabert’s death unc sordid system that put its blot on Floride The remo’ of the aberiff and the judges who acted as recruiting agents for lumber companies seeking cheap camp labor driven under 4 whipping boss was a mild punishment for the men who aggravated the crime. 6.00 It takes a wave of public opinion and the pounding of the to uncover these industrial abuses, but when once these come into action for public weal no power can with- stand them. Tabert died, but he died not in vain. Cut down in the exuberance of youth in a foul lumber camp, his sacrifice has saved countless others from a like fate and cleansed the penal system of Florida from a practice which no one could defend. KEETERS Do you know anything quite as stupid as a mosyuito? he comes buzzing around you, her hypodermic nicely sharp- ened. You swing for her—and miss, nine times cut of ten. Now, you are about 18,000 times as big as a mosquito. If a strange beast 18,000 times as large as you suddenly swung a giant arm to crush you, you'd have sense enough to start i the opposite direction, pronto. But not so with Mrs. Mosquito. = She comes right back, z: ng all the louder, and makes another try for your anatomy—preferably the neck. Maybe, ajter you’ve chased her half a dozen times, she'll stay away minute until you’re off your guard. Then she returns for « probably to death if she makes a successful landing and begins sinking her hypodermic. The military mind would call the mosquito’s repeated charges at her prey heroism in the face of terrific odds. We call it stupidity — outright boneheadednes And we have ¢ven seen mosquitoes alight on an auto that has just stopped and try to sink their hypodermics, in the belief that there must be blood inside this steel beast with the baked-enamel skin. Somehow we can’t help comparing the mosquito’s intelli- gence with the mental tendencies of many individuals and the so-called human race in general. . A lot of us are like the mosquito, escaping from disaster Only to return inquisitively for another flirtation with trou- ble. Like the drunkard returning to his cups, the dieting fat man to his box of candy, the saved-by-: r motorist to another fling at high speed. k Through many generations, humanity has learned hy bit- ter experience the things to avoid. But it returns over and over again to danger, like the moth to the candle, the mos- quite.to the swinging blow of its intended victim. Our generation recently learned that war doesn’t pay.| We might have learned as much from disasters by previous generations. But that isn’t human nature. We ignored the experience of the past. And within half a century a future generation will be ignoring what we learned — and be ready to pound the drum, wave the flag, fall into line and march off to death. The psychology of all this is that cach new generation thinks it has a corner on wisdom, and that the old folks be- long to an obsolete era—‘“they don’t understand how things | have changed.” After all, there are very few dangers lurking for us. Our ancestors, nursing their bruises, left plenty of warning | signs along the path, telling us how to keep out of poverty, | most sickness ygnd personal entanglements. They might as well have have their time and carried their knowledge to | the grave with them. When Smart Aleck newcomers can’t find any other way to ridicule the heritage of wisdom from the past, they call it “platitudes.” PRICE: Cost of living now is about three-fifths higher than it| was when the war started in 1914, according to the National | Industrial Conference Board. This is, of course, an aver- age figure for the whole country and varies with locality — higher in some places and lower in others. Most of us will agree that we live in one of the “higher” localities, However, the three-fifths-higher estimate is logical, since it covers actual cost of living (necessities including necessary recreation) for a wage earner with five in family. Our real increase in cost of living is largely in our increased demand for luxuries—what Jim Hill called “the cost of high living.” LIARS A“New York woman, charged with obtaining $2000 wortkjof goods from a department store under false preten- ses, is sgyed from-a prison term by physicians who testify that #he is a “pathological ‘liar.”’. = To most people, this is something new under the sun — that®¢he* chronic liar may be merely a victim of diseased mentality. Lying is the result of effervescent imagination, whether the fibbing is harmless or cunningly purposeful. And effervescent imagination is usually an endocrine-gland idisturbance—excessive secretion by the thyroid gland in the neck. Nearly all writers are pathological liars. CONTRAST - : To get money to buy an auto for visiting more members of his congregation, Rev. Charles F. Taylor of East Orange, N. J..:hag been chopping. down trees, and clearing a large. tract. of land. is 7.20 | | 5.00] y fi In how many other places of industry does cruelty stalk? j the Kar Dempsey and. Gibbons — together coutunt beat the tax collector, Latest style is many little bows. j They atch many big beaux, Just like the children, Mt. Etna breaks out with the heat, Even if sp never hug a girl too hard. Rus the § ig mad at the 33, but ss don't give a yodel, wring no picce bathing suits. Peach growers report their efforts s year are bearing fruit, The world moves. Army has a hew smok less powe M nade from smokeless n can't blame it on his wife. head of a Dal thougat the w Tex., diver who r was deep. Couple in love 50 years have mar- ried in Wabash, Ind., so no longer have the ash Blues, Great Falls sounds more like it was named for the Dempsey-Gibbons’ t tian Shelby does, h along the Atlantic coast every gob of sea foam because it mignt be beer suds, Many June husbands are forgetting how to drive with one hand, Atlanta, Ga., picknickers who didn’t know cows ate food went back home for lunch, Another flivver ed, Almost of dynamite. ane is invent- Upon a boy be: lawski in a Detroit ta: have exclaimed “Orlawski Never pay a bgotlegger in the dark. Counterfeit thousand dollar bills are in cireulation, No matter what happens at a prize fight somebody knew it would. Don't worry too much, Heat waves m to be permanent waves, but svon give farewell waves, These are the days distracted wo- men remember at the station the tickets are in the trunk, Isn't it strange how you buy a ph regord and in a few other side is the best? It never rains but it's a picnic somewhere, Many are taking advantage of the warm spell to watch those who leave their shades up, ple going on vacations to forget things shouldn't forget how poison ivy looks. suggest lying on the floor counting holes in lace curtains. Wishing you were an iceberg is a nice summer indoor sport. ADVENTURE OF THE TWINS By Olive Roberts Barton ter Sky Bow asked Nancy and Nick if they would like io see where s lived, 'y some more of the odd “Are th “And a happier crowd you never w, although they are not very ome. ‘So they went along past several queer housese and other queer things and by 'n by they heard a nois Nancy. “What is it? “It's the Earsies” singing them- selves to sleep,” said Mister Sky Bow. “We'll have to hurr; So they hurried as fast as they j could ro. And on turning a gorner they came to the place the Earsies were. But all they saw was a hundred ham- mocks swinging this way and that. “Hello!” called Mister Sky Bow loudly. Instantly all the Earsies stopped | swinging and singing and sat up. But they looked so funny the Twins could hardly keep from laughing. For the ears.of these queer little folk were so large they stuck out on each side of their heads¢like sails. “Come on fellows, we've got com- pany,” called one, and ‘with that every little Earsy jutiped out of his hammock bed and came up to shake hands. * “Where are your eats ‘asked one when everybody’d said h¢w d’ do’ to the visitors. ‘ “i, Pe “Here under our bobbad Nancy, showing him, <0.” with such little ones.” . “But it's better in a. thunder storm,” said Nick laughing. _ “And when Jack Frost ia around,” added Nancy, 4 ‘ “Oh, we don’t mind) them,” suid the little Earsies, running back to You may recall reading, a few days ago, that the deceased owner of ‘the Police Gazette, pink sporting paper, left an estate of close to two, million dollars. ; their hammocks. “Goodby.” (To be Continued) (Copyright 1923, NEA Service Inc.) 4 WARREN SEIS ASTIFF PACE rib prices are down, | wy away from Paris, They are | ybe it 1s | re thing about hot weather is a | toms: 3 1B ab pwater mark of polie organization in They took eight stitches in the | BEGIN. HERE TODAY Michael Pendean disappears and Robert Redmayne, uncle to Michael’s wife, Jen is suspected of the mur- Ider. Mark Brendon, criminal in- vestigator, has’ charge of the case. Jenny goes to live with her uncle, Bendigo Redmayne. Robert appears near Bendigo’s home and sends word to Bendigo to mect him in a nearby cave. who works ee Bendigo, leaves his master at the meeting place. When Doria calls to bring Bendigo home he finds the cave empty and signs of a ter- rible struggle, Jenny marrie# Doria and they go to live in Italy, where Jenny’s uncle, Albert Redmayne, lives. Robert is seen in Italy and Albert sends for Brendon and for Peter Ganns, fam- ous American detective and dear friend to Albert. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY “You're a detective inspector of Seotland Yard,” continued Ganns, “and Scotland Yard is still the high- the world. ‘The Central. Bureau in New York is pretty close up, and I've nothing but admiration for the French and Italian, Secret Services; but the fact remains: The Yard is first; and you've won, and fairly won your place there. That's a big thing and you didn’t get it without some work and some luck, Brendon. But now—this Redmayne racket. almost all of her life and that is| facts’ were no facts at all.” apt to make one both crabbed and YOUR MOTHER, LETTER FROM SALLY ATHERTON EPH GRAVES I have always tried toward a middle course. e tried to give my children Comments reproduced in th’ column may or ma} the opinion of The our readers may have both sides MY DEAR MR. HAMILTON: issues which are After your generosity and that of my other friends to me, no one need ever tell me that this world is not full of kind-hearted and sympathetic‘ a but I have also tried not to indulgent that I would hurt and stamina of their is. said that a selfish mother] PUREBRED SIRE To promote good grade and CAMPAIGNS production of I cannot write you all that. is with-!" in my heart, but I will accept the| “ cheek which you and you will be glad to know hope of Sam get- I am going to tell you a secret I think there unselfishness trrents of two railways that run through Colorado are cooperating x ion department of e in a plan to trado that there is ¢ of heart and much to Lr desired, metimes ,thought that | se a Purebred Si: its tour of the state. What farmer would not welcome the chance for a good trade of the kind, and what breeder would not convert to the advi: bility of keeping a purebred sire milk-producing ancestry instcad of a scrub of poor and un- One of the gi in the countr, coming to see him |i it have re special train during ay to him, it will. no! ts and desire and prejudices of words you said to h rrow minded, lie—that if he reco you would find a pila n through Les- red his sight, fish. and prejudi stand up for their own, too indolent to make « stand which would be bet= for themselves but for the. person who a Your little ap given him an Dear Mr. Hamilton, is thy m andél hope you u deserve while you tment is perfect] Just how far the proposal can be worked out is a question, but the neerely and gratefully yours, nd I am quite sure that John loves it as much as you proud of you as good possibilities. A“purebred sire campaign is being Possibly the Colorado plan offers a suggestion He told me with great pride that Daughter, Mrs. age In g word, your conduct of the affair don’t square with your reputation. Your dope never cut any ice from the start.” Brendon did not hide his emotion, but kept silence while Mr. Ganns helped himself to a pinch of snuff. “A great many of your ‘cast-iron “What were they then?” “Elaborate and deliberate fictions, Mark.” He paused again, applied himself to his gold box, and then proceeded. “Now see how reason bears on the evidence of Robert Redmayne and his trick acts since first he dis- appeared. A thing occurs and there tre only certain ways—very limited in number—to explain it. Either Robert Redmayne killed Michael Pendean, or else he did not. And if he did, he was sane or insane at the time. That much can’t be denied and is granted. If he was sane, he com- mitted the murder with a motive; and pretty careful inquiry proves that no motive existed. Tien, as- suming him to be sane, he would not have committed such a murder. The alternative is that he was mad at the time and did homicide on Pendean while out of his mind. “But what happens to a madman after a crime of this sort? Does he get off with it and wander over Europe as a free man for a year? Granted the resources of maniacal cunning and all the rest of it, was it ever heard that a lunate went at large as this man did, and laughed at Scotland Yard's attempt to run him down and capture him? No, Mark, the man responsible for these impossible things isn’t mad. And that brings me back to my prelimi- nary alternative. | “I said now, ‘Either Robert Redmayne killed Michael Pendean, or else he did not.’ And we may add that cither Robert Redmayne supplement to a better sire Fargo Daily Tribune. sl Xp I am inclosing a letter from Sally ell him how much As a light summer pastime we | uritrann toxins “The outstanding personality of the National Wheat Chicago was North Dakota, evening session. ation of all by his genial ready wit and common sense in all remarks.”—-From Warren Minn- amount of money such things cost ‘|unless they are in the business of selling them. friend, Sydney Carton, due here tomorrow morning and we shall hope to see you the day after you get this letter. Bear with your husband’s mother's idiosyncrasies, my dear. | Some mothers give all and some{ John tells me she has lived alone Conference “in Governor Nestos He presided at the He won the admir- touched as he was by it. I am glad, my dear child, that you are coming home before we,have to leave and from what you have writ- ten me, I think that John’s mother must be rather a s Ifish woman. = & > AT THE MOVIES | & THE ELTINGE A rough and‘ tumble fight of two lads, resulting in ene of the bitter- fueds ever waged in the Cumber- is of Kentucky, feature of Mary Miles .Minter's lat- \@ EVERETT TRUE After the Nosey had left them, | M land Mounts people who livesin Rainbow Cand?” | j asked Nanéy. “Yes!” nodded the little fairy man. | at the Eltinge Theatre today and tomcrrow, Monday and Tuesday. The 4 fathers of the boy. fighters appear on the scenesand. separate the lads with some difficulty. Then the better halves of both families arrive. fathers start a warm argument over the cause of the boys’ fighting and the mothers begin to take up the quarrel, What erisues constitutes one ‘illing photo dramas Antonio Mor- "Isnt that awful!’ remarked | of the most th of the current season. featured as leading man and Ernest Torrence head an unusually fine supporting cast of players. Bess. YOUe HORSS 18 STICC CIMPING SS} PAINFULLY AROUND HS STKECTS, =| WS WILL wow TAKE HIM To A Soop PLACE AND Have HIM PROPERLY SHOD I! The coming to: the Capitol theatre Tonight of “The Girt Who Ran Wild,” Gladys Walton recalls to mind “The Miracle Man” one (of, the greatest. film _ history. Joseph Dowling, the himself is in the cast“of this lates' Walton starring Bret Harte’s famous story. “M’liss” a tale of the wild rush to California when gold was discovered ¥n '49, The r scenarization .was made by Rupert|I hold.a watching brief; and the Julian who directed its production. Those who are familiar with the quaint character of M’Liss, the little wildcat of the mountai: that Gladys Walton is an ideal type for a screen portrayal of the Bret ‘ Harte hergine. The little Universall tion,” he said, patting his book. star, though only-im the third of. her motion picture (gaining standing and, is one of the ost popular scree! ir,” said | “Too bad!” said the Barsy. “There | are so: many things you\can’t hear | | ‘players of the Playing opposite’ Gladys is Vernon Steel: Others who haye ‘important -parts in enst are William Burr. ‘Mart B. Robbins,, Nel [Lleyd Whitlock nd’ Anna Herman- killed Bendigo Redmayne or else. he did not. But we'll stick to the first proposition for the moment. And the next question you mu8t ask yourself is this: ‘Did Robert Redmayne kill Michael Pendean?? That's where} your ‘facts,’ as you call them, begin to sag a bit, my son. There's only one sure and certain way of know-] ing that a man is dead; and that is, by seeing his body and convincing the law, by the testimony of those who knew the man in life, that the corpse kelongs. to him and nobody else.” They chatted for half an hour and Mr. Gants attained his. object, which was to fling his tompanion back to the beginning of the whole problem that had brought them together. “Tonight, in the train,” said Pe- ter, “I shall ask you to give me your version of the case from the mo- ment that Mrs. Pendean invited you to take it up.’ CHAPTER XII Peter Takes the Helm. As the detectives traveled through night-hidden Kent and : presently boarded the: packet for Boulogne,’ Mark Brendon told his story with every detail for the benefit of Mr. Ganns, Nee They chatted until the dawn, by| which time their train had reached Paris, and an hour or two later they were on their way to Italy. Mr. Ganns Had’ determined to erbss the Lakes-and arrive unex- pectedly at Menaggio. He had now turned his mind once more to the problem before him and spoke but little. -Ho sat with his notebook op- en and made an occasional entry as he pursued hig thought: He. looked up presently. “The hard thing before us is this,” he said, “to get into touch with Robert Redmayne, or his ghost. There are “two sorts of gho: Mark; the real thing—in which you don't believe and -concerning which manufactured article.” “i He broke off and changed the sub- ject. i ‘ “What f’'m doing is to compare your verbal statement with Mr. Redmayne’s written _corimunica-_ “You'll find the story of Robert Redmayne from childhood and: story of the girl, his niece, and of her dead father. Mrs. Doria’s fath- er was a rough customer—gcorpions to Robert’s whips apparently—a-man @ bit out of the common.” “I shall like to read the repoyt.” “It’s valuable to us, because writ- ten without prejudice. That’s where, it beats your very lucid ‘aécount, he edge.—Prov. 14:18, i IT 198 THEMEMILAN Company RELEASED By NEA SERVICE INC., ARRGT.MET. HEWSP. SVS. Mark. There was something run- ning through your story, like a thread of silk in cotton, that you won't find here. It challenged’ me from the jump, my boy, and I’m inclined to think that in that thread of silk I shall just find the‘ reasom of your failure, before I've wound it up.” “I don’t understand you, Ganns,” “You wouldn’t—not yet. But we'll change the metaphor. We'll say there was a red herring drawn across the trail, and that you took” the bait and, having started right enough, presently forsook the right scent for the wrong.” Brendon made no reply. Neither his conscience nor his wit threw any light on the point. Then Peter, turning to his notes, touched on a minor incident and showed the oth-- er that it admitted of a doubt. “D'you remember the night you left ‘Crow's Nest’ after your first visit? On the way back to mouth you suddenly saw Redmayne standing by a gat. when the moonlfght revealed him, he leaped away and disappear- ed into the trees. Why?” “He knew me.” “How?” “We had met at Princetown and we had spoken together for some minutes by the pool in Foggintor Quarry, where I Was fishing.” “That's right. But he didn’t know who you were then. Even if he'd remembered meeting you six months before in the dusk at Foggintor, why should he think u were a man who was hunting him?” Mark reflected. “That's true,” he said. Peter did not pursue the subject. He shut his book, yawned, t snuff, and declared himself ready for a meal. The long day passed and both men turned in early and slept till daybreak. Before noon they had left Baveno on a steamer and were crossing the blue depths of Maggiore. At Luino they left the steamer , and proceeded to Tresa. id They wound over Lugano and came: in evening light to its north- ern shore. Then once more they took train, climbed aloft, and fell at last to Menaggio on Como’s brink. “Now,” said Peter, “I guess we'll leave our traps here and beat it to Villa Pianezzo right away.” Within twenty minutes their one- horse vehicle had reached Mr. Red- mayne’s modest. home and_ they found three persons just about to take an evening meal. Simultane- ously there appeared Mr. Redmayne, his niece, and Giuseppe Doria; and while Albert, Italian fashion, em- braced Mr. Ganns and planted a kiss upon his cheek, Jenny greeted Mark Brendon and he looked ‘once more into her eyes. Doria held back a little while his wife welcomed her uncl friend; then he came forward, declared his Pleasure at meeting Mark again and his belief that time would soon reveal the truth and set a period to the sinister story of the wanderer. Mr. Redmayne was overjoyed at sceing Ganns and quite forgot the objett of his visit in the pleasure of’ receiving him, “It has been my last and abiding ambition to introduce you to Virgi- lio Poggi, dear Peter, so that cf he and I may sit together, hear ea: other’s voices and look into ‘ea! other's eyes.” Jenny and Assunta had hastily prepared for the visitors and now all sat at supper and Brendon learn- ed that raoms were already taken for him and Mr. Ganns at the Hotel Victoria. ’ ) “That's as may be,” he declared to Doria’s wife. “You will find, I think, that Mr. Ganns is going to stop here. He takes the lead in this affair.” After a cheerful meal Peter abso- lutely declined to cross Como und visit Signor Poggi on the instant. “I've had enough of your lakes for one day, Albert,” he announced, “and I want to talk, business and get a rough, gencral idea of what more is known that Mark and I already know.: Now what has hap- pened since you wrote, Mrs. Doria?” “Tell them, Giuseppe,” * directed Mr. Redmayne. “Your gift—the gold box—take a pinch,” said Peter holding .out his snuff to the old bookworm; but the master of Villa Pianezzo refused and lighted a cigar. “I will have smoke rather than dust, my precious Peter,” he said. “THe man has ‘been seen twice since you heard from my wife,” be- gan Doria. “Once I met him face to face on the hill, where I walked atone to reflect on my own affairs; and. once—the night before last—he came here. Happily Mr. Redmayne’s room overlooks the lake and the gar- den walls are high, so he could not reach it; but the bedroom of Mr. Redmayne’s man, Ernesto, is upon the side that stands up to the road. “Robert Redmayne came at two dow, wakened Ernesto, and demand- ed to be let in to see his brother. But the Italian had been warned ex- actly what to say and do if such a thing happened, (Continued in Our Next Issue) ———————____ | A Thought ] ee The simple inherit folly; but the Prudent are crowned | with knowl- Wisdom consists not ‘in secing “what ectly befor, but in di cerning those things which may come to pass.—Terence. i “Dancing wrens, nist, t- erson | _, Pavilion, | Mec- o'clock, flung pebbles at the win- _-