The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, July 14, 1923, Page 4

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Daily by mail, per year (in Bismarck) é 5 Daily by mail, per year (in state outside Bismarck) . Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota... THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) . 7.20 5.00 . 6.00 — i “WELL, SO LONG!” How may miles a day do you travel, to and from work? . How many miles a year? Figure it up. It may surprise you. But would you trade places with John C. Emmons? He ~ fives on a Maine farm and rides by train 96 miles every morning, to work in Boston, then 96 miles home again every night. To accomplish this he has to leave home at 5:20 in the morning,.Reaches his Boston office at 9:45. Leaves the otfice at 3:55 in the afternoon. Gets home at 7:45. In all, Emmons spends over eight hours daily, getting to and from work. His is an exceptional case. But the aver- age city inhabitant devotes at least an hour to traveling back and forth between office and-home. _joSemetimes it makes us wonder! if we shouldn’t get paid for this time—like, for instance, the plumber starting out on a job. Emmons has to be in Boston daily. For Boston is head- quarters of three corporations of which he’s treasurer. He’s willing to travel 192 miles a day, devoting over eight hours to the trip, in order to live at his boyhood home and sleep nightly in the room where he was born. A ‘A lure more powerful than steel going to the magnet, is home. That’s why it’s next to impossible to readjust the map of Europe amicably. For home isn’t home when an invader bosses it. Another phenomenal commuter is Joseph C. Beck, 62, of ! Goshen, Ind. For 36 years he has been a railway mail clerk on the New York Central, always on the same run—between Chicago and Cleveland. Soon to retire on pension, Beck reminiscently gets busy with a pencil and estimates that in the 36 years he has trav- eled close to three million miles on his mail run. How would you like to have to travel the same distance, year in and year. out, repeatedly over the sam» territory? And still some of us think our work is monotonous. Twenty or thirty years ago the person who planned a long railroad trip was the talk of the neighborhood. Now * “he shows up missing, after an absence of a few weeks, tells how many thousand miles he ‘covered —and _ his listeners awn. ; i We have become a nation of tramps. The auto is largely responsible for all this; also prompt and speedy train service. At that, though, we’re stay-at-homes compared with our descendants who will hop into their airplanes and take week- end journeys to the far corners of the earth. By stretching the imagination a trifle, we can picture future-picnics sched- uled for 1000 or more miles away. a How long until] we weary of earth travel and head our planes out in space to the other planets and the moon? YOUR SLAVE Housework of American women now is lightened by about 21 million pieces of electrical appartus, not counting lights. The list of these electric labor-saving devices in the home will interest ma: - 8,850,000 Vacuum cleaners. 3,500,000 Electric fans. : 2,915,000 Electric clothes washers. 1,260,000 Heaters and radiators. 1,000,000 Toasters. 500,000 Coffee percolators. 437,000 Sewing machines. 116,000 Ironing machines. 106,000 Dishwashers. These are the devices that lead. Others, of course. The wonder is that there aren’t more in use. There will be, in time. In 1880 the population of the United States was,less than half wha{ it}is now. In those days, less than a million dol- lars was invested in the electric light and power industry. +»Foday ‘theinvestment is around five billion dollars, or about 5000 times as much. ‘dn our whole country are 22,500,000 homes, and 8,500,000 of them are wired for electrical service. In addition, the power lines are ready to extend the service to 5,000,000 more hemes as soon as they want the power. ==—~The electric light and power industry is growing so rapidly that it requires a billion dollars of new capital each year. ~. Electricity. will be the main fuel and power of the future. We have barely entered the Electrical Age. One of its great- _/est developments will be the conversion of coal into electric : power at the mines, the power to be sent out over the country ‘by high tension wires or by radio. Among other things, this will save tremendous sums of money and time, by eliminat- ing long hauls of coal from mine to consumer. 2 Chained Lightning is growing up into your best slave. 2 >i: SOLVED H . There is always a way out of every tight situation. el Lowey, New York jeweler, was motoring to his place .. of business when thugs held him up. They got his $300 in - gash, but they didn’t get his $1,500 diamond ring. ‘I swal- lo it,” Sam told police. i is take a surgeon to recover the ring. Most of us would | prefer losing the ring to having it in our stomachs. In solving one problem, we usually create a new and worse hie BABIES’ ‘ : land gets called down by a hospital nurse ating bg 3 seems that the medical profession g swinging “agin” cradle rocking, claiming that it makes iconoclastic we live in, and no idea or’ cus- safe Sioce tha kor ors and researchers. | It’s a phase restlessness, vive eee $7204 About the only thing worse than working this hot weather is just loaf- ing wround. Some day some confidence man is going to organize a company for canning condnsed water, Two men in Baltimore went to jait for bringing home the bacon. They stole two hogs. A man escaped from the Atlanta, ‘4, pen, but maybe they can catch one to take his place. Just about the strangest thing we haye seen lately was a good looking efficient stenographer, Keep looking back and you only see where you were. what a bootlegger says . The sidewalk may jump up and hit you. Just before a man’s wife talks him to death he hopes his worst enemy is her next husband. Weather is so hot during July it leaves us no time to cuss the poor street car service, A race etween a couple of fat men on a hot picnic ts almost as funny as the human race. Cincinnati man who wanted a street car to detour around his auto will recover, doctors think. You don’t see many pictures of rirls playing tennis because they don't play in bathing suits, A secret is what you tell someone not to tell because you promised not to tell it yourself, A little man always hates to start an argument because he usuflly gets called a big liar, It takes one to start a fight, which is always the other one. Pedestrians are getting so darn particular they hate to be run over ly a cheap gar. All of us make pig mistakes, among the biggest belng setting an alarm clock an hour too early. A small boy's pocket looks like a big girl’s handbag. Many of the trials of being a movie star are helg in court, Trouble with sleeping late on Sun- day is you have a hard time getting hungry again for dinner, Very few people can cry over the suffering of a woman! who has lost a million dollar necklace, First thing you know dentists will ask us not to eat chickens because they don’t brush their teeth, Kissing her until you get red in the face isn’t so much kissing. Friday is one of the sevon days on which it is unlucky to cuss your luck. A bride tells us she doesn’t mind a brush to get tough, You seldom hear about a man bit- ting a cop again. ADVENTURE OF THE TWINS By Olive Roberts Barton “How do you like Rainbow Land?” asked Mister Sky Bow, the fairy man who was taking the Twins on an adventure. / “IUs ever so Nick, “I love it!” said Nancy. “That’s good!” said Mister Sky Bow in a pleased voice. But here we are in a more curious place than any we have been yet.” “Who lives here?” asked Nick, interesting,” said Sky Bow loudly, “Oh, won't whispered Nancy, “What's the difference?” said Mis- tor Sky Bow. “They’re proud of it,” “What are we proud of?” asked somebody. And turning, the Twins eheld a crowd of little creatures all grinning foolishly. s “Being Dummies,” answered the fairy man, “Sure we are!” declared the Dum- mies. “We haven’t a tHought in our heads.” “But what do you do about your lessons?” asked cy. “Being Dummies, we never have any,” one of them answered, “What do you do about your man- ners?” asked Nick, “Being Dummies, we're not ex- pected to have any,”. answercd an- other, “What do you do ‘about your work?” asked Nick. “Being Dummies, any,” said a third. “But how can -you keep your friends if you don’tido anything and don’t. know anything? it was they hear you?” Nancy’s turn to: inquire, ‘Being Dummies, we haven't any nds,” they answered, Mee “But how can you be so Kappy if you haven't any friends?” “Just because “we're Dummies,” shouted.” * “Well, ‘I'a- hate to he a Dummy,” Nick couldn’t help. saying. “Thet's just > b: 7a you aren’t ane," they declared, “If you were a Dummy you'd love it” “Come slone,?: sald “Minter Sky Raw, “One thing: ahont the Dummion,, They’re h-nnv 4) nathing, at all!” 2. (To Bet mitered) (Copyright, 1923, NEA Service, Inc.) th hubby’s- mustache because she kissed | “The Dummies!” answered Mister | ! we can’t do | i | TW y LETTER FROM LESLIE PRESCOTT | TO HER FRIEND, BEATRICE GRIMSHAW, from some of the been writing me lately, that you are thinking very scvigusly of marrying your ,young man, q 1 ¥ DEAR. BEE: It looks to me, letters you have I have only one question to ask, “Is lie an orphan? % “ You have told me that-he was ‘an only son and, that, ebing the case, | let_me warn you if his mother is still alive you are laying up for your- solf great unhappiness in marrying him, Why 18: it, Bee, thas mothers are always, trying to marry Off’ their daughters and always trying ‘to hang on to the'r sons? : I expéct Freud would have an’ ex- planation for this, bue’ surely all | mothers must know that they can only marry their daughters to some other mother’s son, ee You saw Jack’s mother at’ 'the wedding and you also saw that an- gular prissy-mouthed girl thai trotted around with hey. Well, that’s the isl his mocher wanteq Jack to marry if she couldn't keep him un- married, Unfortunately for her, Jack tells me tiat my mouth is the most kiss- able one in all the world. Anyway at least my mouth turns up at the corners and her's turns down, and I got Mrs. Presco‘t's darling boy and Priscilla Bradford did not, Up to date Jack has been on my side of a controversy in which his mother and Miss Brhdford scem to imply that I am an extravagant, frivolous flirt. But, honestly, I am frightened to death. Sometime I am going to do somethi&g which I shall consider perfectly innocent and this Brodford woman is going to see it, put her own’ construction on it and Jack is. going. to believe it. ‘There, I have warned ‘you against ‘aut pitfall, Now there is another which looms ‘up’ even’ bigger than a girl’s mother-in-law, and that is the money question. « every man before marriage has spent h’s own nffney just as he darned pleased and had no responsibility ex- cept his own free will, that it takes him quite a while to get it into his head that, in this partnership we call marriage the man is the receiver of all moneys of the firm and the woman should be the.disburser of most of it. s Jack, as you know, is one of the dearest men I have ever known. We {have a charge account almost every- where, but I have no money I ean call my own, Ie just can’t: seem to get it through his head that there are things that cannot be charged and then, when the first of the month comes in, he always finds fault with the bills. Before you are married, Bee, to this, young man of yours, be sure that you have some sort of settle- ment on the money question. Hon- estly I am not nearly as extravagant as Jack; in fact, I have spent no. moncy on myself personally since we were married. And privately I have tried to make the money Jack has received and the money I know has: been paid out, balance, and I find that he should-have quite’ a lit- tle nest eeg somewhere, Up to date I have not inquired. Some day I shall get so angry about this money: question that I will do so and then—well, then— ~ Yours, LESLIE. EVERETT TRUE ‘BY CONDO | THIS SEAT Is. CccuUPIED, =3 I expect, Bee dear, it is because] will be ~ ° me * | Capper’s Party | | Vote or None | is hie BY MARRY B. HUNTER, Wasungiwwa, sury 2.—venator Atwmur Capper of nuusus, the lauk, wiuWing reauer of Lie “arm bloc,” 18 yuiny tu Nave a Dirwiday party our at his nome. town in ivpena, Jury 14, when he will have rounded out 08 years. ‘upper has &muscnent park rented the biggest in town and was given a blauset invitation. to every,| wey und girl in the state to come and have a good time. ‘he whole show “on” him. Everything will be free, including lots of lemonade, we ream and popcorn, ‘The fact that ue must come up for re-election next year hag no connec- tion with the party. It’s simply Cappers way of having a good time huuaself by giving the kids of his State a joiliticatién, Ut course, if any of their parents want to cast! their ballots for him next year they -may have that privi- lege, lf you're going to visit Washing- ton, keep your eye peeled white you're sight-seeing about town in the afternoons for a big, high Pierce- Arrow—one of the models of 1915 or thereabouts that stands strikingly higher than the models of recent years, : If you spot such a car, take a good look at the man sitting on the front seat beside the chauffeur. Chances ar8 about nine to one that it'ss be Woodrow Wilson, former president, out for an airing. Every afternoon now, while the weather is fine, Wilson goes for a drive. Instead of occupying the rear geat with Mrs, Wilson, as he does in the winter when a limousine is used, ; he sits up front with the driver. On ecoolish afternoons he wears a coats) with a cape that drapes about ‘his shoulders, His stiff straw hat has thick, narrow brim and high crown, suggesting’ the vintage of two or three years ago. Wilson has taken en weight. sa face is fuller, but there is a suggés- tion of softness, even flabbiness to his flesh that contracts.with the firm, well-knit strength evidenced in the old d@s. He is more tallow. His smile is less frequent, too, und as he Passcs one scems t. Sense something of sadness, even cf dejection and surrender to the physical handicap against which he fought _spiritedly for the first three years foliowing his breakdéwn. He gives an impression of a noticeable decline in stamina and spirit in the past six months. How'd they get that way? Three representatives of “demo- cratie” America, sailing on the maid- en voyage of the reconditioned Levi- athian, July 4, occupieg “premier suites” listed to cost $4,950 per suite fora one-way, six-day voyage. They were: James John Davis, U. S. secretary. of labor, ‘ Presumably, however, these high- priced. suites had been left vacant by parties paying their own way across and were simply: utilised by these official travelers to keep from crowding others. out of stateroome they eould pay. for.” But, as.a mat- ter of official bookkeeping, we won- der if the State, ‘Department ang the Tabor Denartment pay the Shipping Board full fares for ‘the. trip across. _It'd' be worth: the price to. Davis, thotgh, even if he hed to dig up the whole $4,950 out ofhis $12,000 year- ly ‘salary. : ser think of the thrill he'll get out And of the thrill - a v ‘ mers Davis was orn 60 yoga” ‘ get when it yee this natted son, who’ emigrated” efcoted| and in patches 42 years go, return in ‘the ‘suite de luxe of the most magnificent siner afioat— and a member of the cabinet of a Brent government to boof! Here's guessing the’ Welsh’ mote under the immigrstion law will be | exceeded with'n’ apaiys after Jiminie 1 the whole town of | _| Tredegar, Wales; . whe BEGIN HERE TODAY _ Mark Brendon, criminal investi- gator is trying to solve the mys- tery of the disappeargace of Mich- ael, husband of Jenfy,Pendean. Jen- ny’s uncle, -Robert Redmayne, is missing and suspected of murder. +Jenny goes to live with her uncle, Bendigo ,Redmayne. Robert visits Bendigo’s .neighbothood and sends word to his brother to’ meet him in a néarby cave, Giuseppe Doria, who works for Bendigo, takes his mas- ter to the ‘meeting “place. When Doria calls to, bring Bendigo home he finds an ‘empty cave, Jenny marries Doria and they go to live in Italy, where Jenny’s uncle, Albert Redmayne, lives. Robert is seen in Italy. Peter Ganns, famous American detective) assists Brendon in his investigations. Brendon meets Robert and the latter shoots at the detective. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Brendon demurred. “Remember, I'm not a stranger to him, Ganns, I saw and spoke with him by the pool in Foggintor Quarry before the mur- der.” “What of it? You've never spok- en with him since; and, what’s more, you've never seen him since, either. You’ve seen a forgery. It was a forger that looked at you on your way back to Dartmouth in the moon- light. It was a forger that robbed the farm for food and lived in the cave and cut Bendigo Redmayne’s throat, It was a forger that tried to shoot you and missed.” Mr. Ganns took snuff again and continued. “Mind,” concluded Peter, who had spoken without ceasing for nearly two hours, “I’m not saying that I am right. “I'm only saying that, wild though it sounds, it fits and mukes a logical story ‘even though that story beats all experience. It might have happened; and if it didn’t hap- pen, then I’m damned if.I know what did, or what is happening at this moment.” Brendon delayed his answer und his face was racked with many poig- nant emotions. “I can’t, believe it,” he. replied at length, in a voice which indicated the extent of his mental amazement and perturbation; “but I shall nev- ertheless do exactly as ycu direct. That is well within my power and obviously my duty.” “Good boy., And now well have something to eat. You've got it clear? The time is all important.” Mark scanned his notebook in which he had made voluminous en- tries. Then: he nodded:and shut it. Suddenly Mr.-Ganns laughed. The other’s book’ reminded him of an in- cident. i “A funny little thing happened yesterday afternoon that I forgot,” he said. “I'd turned in, leaving my notebook by my head, when there came a visitor to my’ room. I was asleep-all right, but, my heaviest sleep won't hold through the noise of a fly on the windowpane; and ly- ing with my face to the door I heard a tiny sound and lifted one eyelid. The door opened and Signor Doria put his nose in. Over he came as quiet as a spider, and I let him get within a yard. Then I yawned and shifted. He was gone like a mos- quito, and ‘half an hour later I heard’ him again.. But I got up and the didn’t do more than listen: out- side. He.wanted that book bad+— you-can guess how bad.” For two days Mr. Ganns declared that he must rest; and then there came-an evening, when he privately invited Doria to take a, walk, “There's a few things I'd like to put to you,” he said. “You needn't let on to anybody else about it and We won't start together. You know my fayorite stroll up the hill, Meet me at the corner—say seven o'clock.” Giuseppe gladly agreed. They ascended the hill side by side and the. elder invited Doria’s aid: “Between, ourselves,” he began, “I am not too well pleased with the way this inquiry is panning out. In plain words’ theré’s some dope com- I should like to hear what ‘you think of him, you.‘being an independent witness and a’ pretty ‘shrewd cuss.” “Marco is in love with my wife,” answered Giuseppe calmly. “That is what's the matter with him. And, as I don’t trust my wife in this af- fair and still kelieve that she knows more about the red’ man than any- body else, I think, as long as. she hoodwinks Brendon, he wilt be no manner of"use to you.” Peter pretended to be much as- tonished, é They proceeded slowly and Peter kept the ball of conversation rolling while he, pretended to be very busy with his plans and projects, Then a very istrange thing hap- pened. For. there stood Robert Red- mayne,‘ his’great, red head and huge mustache thrusting out of the gloom. He stared quite motionless, His hands were by his sides; the stripes of his tweed’ jacket could be seen and the gilt .but 8 on the “familiar red, waistcoat. Doria ‘started violently, then stif?- ened. . For’ a;moment ‘he | failed to conceal his surprise and cast one look of evident horror -and ‘amaz ment at the apparition. “What's wrong?” asked Peter, “Did you see ‘him—right in the path—Robert Redmayne 2” But the other only ‘stared at Giu- | Seppe and peered. forward. \ | “I saw. nothing,” he, said; where upon like lightning, . the Italian's manner changed, His “concern. van- ished and he laughed, aloud, “What a fool—what..a fool am I! | It was: the shadow of the shrine!” Ganns-. instantly : dismissed. the subject-and appeared to attach no importance - whatever to 4 Doria’s' mood 'w: tered. He‘ be- yeame less expansive and: thore alert SATURDAY, JULY 14, 1923 ing between Mark and his work, and‘| a COPYRIGHT 1982 THEMMNLAN Company RELEASED By NEA SERVICE INC., ARRGT. MET. NEWSP, SvS. “We'll turn now,”, announced Pe- ter half an hour afterward. “You're a smart lad and you've giyen me a bright thought or two. We must lecture Mark,” CHAPTER XVI The Last of the Redmaynes For the night immediately follow- ing Doria’s experience at the old shrine, Albert Redmayne and his friend, Virgilio Poggi, had accepted Mark Brendon’s invitation to dine at the Hotel Victoria, where he still stayed. \ In order that he might enjoy pri- vate conversation with Brendon and, at the same time, keep a close watch upon Albert, Ganns had _ proposed the dinner party. at the hotel and directed Brendon to issue the invi- tation as soon as’ Redmayne return- ed home. Wholly unsuspicious, Signor, Poggi and Albert appeared in the glory of soft white shirt fronts and rather tusty evening black. A special. meal was prepared for their pleasure and the four partook of it in a private chamber at tho hotel. Then they adjourned to the smoking-room, and anon, when Poggi and his com ion were deep: in their all-suff: subject, Peter, a few yards distant with Mark beside him, related the incident of Giuseppe’s ghost. “You did the trick to a miracle,” he said. “You're a born actor, my son, and you came-and went and got away with it just as well as mortal man could wish, and far ‘better than I hoped. Well, Doria was fine. We stung him all right,.and ‘when he w and thought he recognized the teal Robert Redmayne, it got him in the solar plexus—I’m doggone sure of that. For just a moment he slipped, but how cbuld he h&p “You sce the beauty of his dilem- ma. If he'd been straight, he'd have gone for you, but he wasn’t straight. He knew well/ enough that his Ro- bert Redmayne—the forgery—wasn't on the war-path tonight; and when I said I saw nothing, he pulled him-; self together and swore he hadnt either. And the next second he real- ized what he had done! But too late. I had my hand on my shoot- ing iron in my pocket after that, I can tell you!” Peter then indicated his purpose. “He'll hot guess we're moving quite -so quickly and, by so doing, we anticipate: his stroke. That, at least, is what I mean to attempt with your help, if possible. Tonight and tomorrow morning I keep beside Albert; then you must do so; be- cause, after lunch, I have a meeting with the local police down the lake at Como. The warrant will be a jing for me and I shall return afte! lark in one of the little black boats of the doganieri, We shall come up with lights out and land at the villa. “Your part will be to keep Albert in sight and watch the others,” An hour later the detectives saw Signor Poggi to hiseboat and then walked home with Mr. Redmayne. Peter had provender concealed about his person and presently he explain- ed to his friend that things were now come to a climax, At the villa Brendon left them and. Jenny welcomed her uncle. The girl begged Mark to come in for a while before returning; but it was late and Mr. Ganns_ declared that everybody must retire. Mark presented himself early on the following day: And it was Jenny who first saw him, Then Peter Ganns joined them. “How is uncle?” asked Mr. Red- mayne’s niece, and Albert's friend declared the old book lover found himself indisposed, Ganns then announced his inten- tion of going later to the town of Como, and he invited Doria and Brendon to accompany him; but Mark, already familiar with the part he, hai to play, declined,’ while Giu- seppe also declared himself, mnable to take the trip. “I must make. ready to return to Turin,” he said. “The world does not stand still while ‘Signor Pietro is catching his»zed::man.. I have busifiess, and there is nothing to keep me here any longer.” After luncheon Mr, Ganns set off —in a white waistcoat and other adornments; Giuseppe also left the villa, promising to return in a few hours; and Brendon joined Albert in his sleeping apartment, Redmayne was dressed and lying on a couch beside the window. “This subterfuge and simulation of ill health, are thost painful to me,” he declared. “I am exceeding well today and all the better for our delightful dinner of last night, For nobody less than dear Peter would I ever sink to pretend anything; it is contrary to my nature and dis- Position so to do," BOW Doria returned for a while during the afternoon. He drank wine, ate fruit and addressed most of his con- .versation to Brendon; who spoke S&S with him in the dining room for a while,‘ Jenny said nothing. Then Doriaf turned to her an clothes, (Continued in Our Next Issue) ———————— id bade her pack his