The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, July 25, 1923, Page 4

THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE Eiutéred at the Postoffice, Bismarck, N. D., as Second Class Matter. peal ae BISMARCK TRIBUNE CO. Publishers Foreign Representatives G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY DETROIT ' CHICAGO us Kresge Bldg. Marquette Bldg. Us - PAYNE, BURNS AND SMITH, NEWYORK - -_ - Fifth’ Ave. Bldg. MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRES The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the use or républication of all news dispatches credited to it or not otherwise credited in this paper and also the local news pub- lished herein. , All rights of rep’ also reserved. MEMBER AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATION “SUBSCRIPTION RATES PAYABLE IN ADVANCE Daily by carrier, per year wes Daily by mail, per year (in Bismarck) ........ Daily by mail, per year (in state outside Bismarck) . Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota te “7 ~THE STATE'S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) ublication of special dispatches herein are 7.20 5.00 6.00 DOOR LOCKED? Did you ever lock the house door, climb into your auto for a motor trip, then get out and go back to make sure the door was locked? Did you have to try the knob not once but several times before convinced that the door wouldn't swing open at the first touch of a thief who migkt happen along? Did you ever get out of bed and “make sure” the lights were turned off in a certain room, or in the cellar, even though you recalled very distnictly having turned them out? Did you ever go over the house carefully before retiring or leaving the premises, to make sure that nothing had been forgotten in the way of smouldering cigarets that might start # fire? Did you make the rounds of the house several times, repeatedly scrutinizing the same places, and even then not be confident that there was no fire hazard? ‘ Did you ever . . O what's the use? All of us are subject to these occasional losses of confidence in our own memory and judgment. .. Cases such as these are apt-to make us wonder occasion- ily if we are “all there” mentally. An insanity speciali interrogated, might not be very comforting in his answers. ? Qld Dr. Johnson, out for a stroll and passing a picket fence, always had to his every picket with his cane as he pass- ed. Sometimes he believed that he had missed a certain picket, then he’d walk back a block or two and hit the offenn- ing picce of lumber an especially hard and comforting rap. Think of Dr. Johnson, next time you have the impulse to Step on every crack of a sidewalk—or avoid stepping on them. cuits or throw-backs are not elong in the , tapping of These queer brain short-cir se much matters of sanity as of nerves. They b same class as nervous drumming with fingerti f shoes to keep time to music, counting stairs as. we climb, making freakish moron pencil designs in ¢ sentminded mc ‘ments while talking over the phone or waiting for a number. Such brain lapses, unless curbed, can become annoying jhabits. Fundamentally they are nervous disturbances. Z “And they demonstrate that good memory, confidence in jone’s judgment, and acts, and the alertness, that js the opposite ‘of absent-mindedness—all these are in varying degree a con- sdition of nerves, rather than of education or determination or the hanging of “pep” mottoes over the desk. 3 Safeguard your nerves, for only when they are function- ing harmoniously does your brain do its best work. You’ve ‘observed how difficult it is to concentrate and reason when nervously restless. FATE’S DICE Maybe you can explain this: Rodger Dolan rentéd a summer cottage. A stone’s throw from the back door a former tenant had drilled a well. Not striking water when the hole was 28 feet deep, the tenant—instead of filling the excavation—had placed boards over the top. Time haq made the boards rotten, and fear that some one would fall through caused Rodger considerable worry. He shad a great many week-end visitors and he was forever cau- ‘tioning them not to step on the boards. He warned them on arrival, and at least twice a day while they visited. ’ ‘The abandoned well became sort of an obsession with Dolan. His warnings began to get on his visitors’ nerves. The other evening the latest batch of visitors, while loung- ing on the front porch, were startled by a loud yell. They ‘rushed to investigate. . Rodger Dolan,.going to the spring for a pail of water in| the blackness of night, had fallen into the well. Injured, not ‘seriously. ? There’s a lesson in psychology back of this incident.| ‘Dolan had become so intent on cautioning others to avoid pie danger: that.it.never occurred to him he might be the: victim. He was so:engrossed on protecting others that he forgot, to protect himself. Overconfidence in his own ability to; ‘escape a fall into the abandoned well had made him careless. All of us become negligent in the presence of constant danger, for familiarity with the Maes rails us into a feel-' ing of false security,’a belief that the situation of pitfall is! sdangerous to others more than to ourselves. Caught off our guard, we’re easy victims. *, hd There is such a thing as putting in so much time minding other people’s business that our own affairs suffer. Probably this is why we are ready to send missionaries to save others -when we need saving ourselves. Few of us ever consider that existing danger is a peril. to urselves. We picture the danger as existing for others. Every auto speeder knows that speeding is apt to cause acci- dents—but usually he speeds on, convinced that the danger @oesn’t apply to himself. : . Fate, too, has a lot to do with it. We know a man who iis so fearful of fire that, every night for years, before retir- | ing he has carefully explored every.room of his house to; imake sure that no blaze has started. Fear of fires makes him, reluctant to go to bed. It frequently keeps him awake for hours. ; : : Despite this caution, he has had three fires in his house. { Omthe other hand, all of us know careless individuals who ‘never have a fire, though they repeatedly do such things as ee ote a glowing cigaret on.a shelf and forgetting it. ‘ten we seem to create what we fear. We become the catastrophe because we expect (fear) to become ivictims of -victims. RHEUMATISM | buyers, alioy! A serum that appears to: cure’ ‘is itis gy Mes of New York Univers School. Five cages have been Sandie: a Our idea of aun is a barber shav- ing his dentist, We woulg hate to be a collector because they must think everybody stays, mad all the time. Early bird doesn’t get the sleep. Man /yvants but little here below his chin in hot weather. nle are afraid to dive into Many peo, What we need is shallow watyr. | more like him. We would hute to live in a big house ang have 4o bunt for our pipe in every room, The latest trouble always seems to be the worst. It is easy to get too sick to work and still fell well enough to go fish- ing. The smartest dog we know of barks at every man he sees carrying walking stick. When the average man does stay at home he stretches out and slecps until bed time. ! It is not against the law to think your neighbors are ‘awful, but it is a terrible waste of time. Living a long time: is hard to do because it is hard to find the money on which to do it. England thinks peace rr taken French leave. What the United States needs is.a serious reformer shortage. Nic? thing about a porch swing is it never has a puncture or runs into a ditch, Keep looking up and yout will learn the sky is the Hmit, You are not getting old until you leave the swimming hole before it is time to leave. Value of a kiss depends upon the law of supply and demand, It is estimated a great many people get fat loafing around trying to keep cool. Wouldn’t it be funny if everybody believed everybody ? Lots ‘of birds think they are wise as owls because they are always hooting at somebody. H Some people have to brag about their ancestors because they have no descendants to speak of. Quite ja few ' y den carry their religion in wife’s name. Everybody should talk as well as they do loud. Most weather-beaten man in this town is the weather man, Ninety per cent of the men hunt- ing trouble are single. ADVENTURE OF THE TWINS By Olive. Roberts Barton The Twins and Mister Sky Bow came back to the place where the Googlies lived.. But this time the poor Googlies were not happy. They were greatly changed. ‘Bad Old Cross Patch had been there and waved the magic stick he called “Old Harry,” and now the Googlies were as unhappy as if they didn’t live in Rainbow Land at all. ‘ “Oh, oh, ok}}’, they-were sobbing. “We're so sorty we are Googlies. Oh my, but we're” sorry! If we didn’t have such big eyes we couldn’t ery somuch. We'd father be as blind | as bats than have our ugly eyes that see everything. Oh,; weykatg'to be Googlies, so we do!” “Oh, for shame!” said Nancy sternly. “It’s silly to cry about something you can’t help. Just shoot your eyes up and look at the little red school houses all over the world, and count them!” The Googlies were so surprised they couldn’t answer. But they wiped their poppy eyes and obeyed meekly. “I see fifty million,” said one. “J! see sixty million!” said another. “Qh, I see a hundred million schopl houses,” said a third. “What are they all for?” “They're for litt’e boys and girls to'study in,” said Nancy. “When they*want to know where the North Pole is they look in a book. When they wast to know who the president is they Jogk in a book. When they want to kndw.about the Mississipp! iver, they loék in ‘a \book. While all. you have to do Js to stretch your eyes. Which would you rather be— a Googly, or have to study sll the time?” “Oh, we'd rather be they all cried. “Oh, thank you so much. We're quite happy again. Old Cross Patch, e1n't scare us now.” ‘To tinued.) ¢ {(Copyright, 1923,.NEA Service, Inc.) /telends; for all tl h-rd of mv Father T have made Keown anto yaa —John 15:14, 15, “ Googlies!” | - SAY- \ KNOW WHERE There's TAREE WATER-MELON . PATCHES AN’ SEVEN Sweet appte TREES AN’ ive GoT Two BEE REES SPOTTeD AN’ | COUNTED THIRTEEN BASS IN ONE PLACE | KNOW OF UP ALUM CRICK AN’ 1 KNOW A Lol oF STUFF 1 AINT TeLuN* IKNOW WHERE There's an Owls. NesT TELEGRAM FROM JOHN ALDEN PRESCOTT ,TO HIS MOTHER- IN-LAW, MRS. JOSEPH GRAVES HAMILTON. i Leslie badly’ hurt ‘in automobile ae- cident this morn:ng. Is asking for you. Can you come? ' JOHN. Wire from; Mrs. Joseph Gr: Hamilton ' to Johw Alden Wir cott. } Will start in ten minutes. Telegraph me stout MOTHEK. 7%} from station. route. ..Wire from John Alden Prescott to his mother, Mrs. Mary Alden Prescott. Leslie very badly hurt in autom| bile accident. Have wired for hi mother, , Will keep you posted. JOHN. Telegram from Joseph Graves j Hamilton to John Alden Pres- cott, ie Wire me every hour until Béslie j out of danger. You ¢an get me al office until Bix o'clock. After''that shall wait at club. JOSEPH; GRAVES HAMILTON. mH Telegram from John Alden Pres- cott to John Graves Hamilton. Leslie eas.er since she knows her mother is coming. I cannot deny her situation is grave. Am sending you special delivery letter with full particulars. JOHN ALDEN PRESCOTT. Telegrnm from John Alden Prescott to Mrs, Joseph Graves Hamilton, News that you are on your way has proved better for eslie than anything we co&id do for her. Come direct to Flower Hospital. Will meet, you at station if by any possibility she is better. At present she docs" not want nie out of her sign:. JOHN. AUG that There You'RE ALC WRING AL WRONG WW WRON GC! 1} Telegram from Mrs, Mary Alden | Prescott to John Alden Pres- cott. : Am greatly shocked. “My health {prevents me coming. Priscilla Brad- foid kindly proffers her services in my, place if you want her. Let me know. MOTHER. ‘Felegram from John Alden Pres- cott to MaryyMary Alden Pres- upon my wife whois in such pre- »\camious condition that no strangers are’ allowed at bedside. Leslie's mpther arrives in few hours. ‘Telegram, from Mrs, Joseph Graves Hamilton to Mr. Joseph Graves Hamilton. Arrived hour ago. Leslie no worse. Badly hurt about the h Doctors afraid of concussion of the brain. Greatest and most immediate danger is in loss of her baby. Everything possible being done to save both her and child. ALICE. Telegram from Sydney Carton to John Alden Prescott. Reccived telegram saying child born to Paula Perier at Good Samari- tan Hospital in New York today. SYD. | MANDAN NEWS | E, A. Ripley, president of the city board of education and Joseph M. Devine, Commissioner of Immigra- tion, were the speakers of the day at the Kiwanis lunchcon at the Lewis & Clark hotel yesterday. Mr. Rip- ley outlined the work of the board of education and its building pro- al |Jandria, Mamie E, Jand | | gram and declared every tax payer a> & stockholder an (ne greates: cor- perution in the ¢ ‘Commissioner Devine outlined the work of his de- partmen—using (ue Aiwanis motte “We build’ as we Keynote o1 his 4G dress, Gus Forepaugh, laborer employed with an extra gang at the Kussell | Miller Milling company plant, sus- | tained a painfully injured, finger when his‘ fingers were caught be- ‘tween a brick and heavy timber and the nail torn from one finger. Mr. and Mrs. T. B. Quinn and aughter, Noreen, wiio have been vis- iting in Duluth for the past week re- turned home Monday. Carl Quinn accompanied them and will speng his vacation here, Miss Alma Hjelmseth left Monday evening for Oakland, Calif., where she will visit for about a month, Mr. and Mrs. Roy Roberts and chil- dren left yestsrday for Jamestown, where they will be guests for about two weeks at the home of A. B. Sor- enson at Spiritwood Lake, Mr. and Mrs, S, Hearl have return- ed to the city after a vacation trip spent at Moorhead, Minn., as guests of Mr. Hearl’s mother and at the De- troit lakes. 1 Atty J. A. Heder of the city who has been connected with the law of- fices of Sullivan, Hanley & Sullivan for the past seven years has tender- ed his resignation to the firm and will enter a full legal partnership with F. B. Schneller of Wahpeton in August, taking the place in the firm of Atty. Charles Wolfe, who was ap- pointed to the district court bench to succeed Judge Allen, When Rosie, two and a half year old daughter of Mr. and Mrs, Louis Dilger, Fourth avenue, died as a re- sult of whooping cough and convul-4 sions yesterday afternoon, after an illness, of about.a month it was the second death within a week in the Dilger family. ~ Thursday, July 19, the eleven months old qaughter of Mr. and Mrs, Dilger died afte?" short. illness. Funeral services for Rosie were held this‘ morhifig at 9°0’clock at the family home. ° -INCQRPORATIONS ate amid seete—ee Articles'of incorporation filed with the Secretary of State. follow: Frosaker-White Motor Co., Fargo; capital stock,’ $25,000; incorporators, J. J, White, Fargo; O. G. Frosaker, K. Frosaker, Minot. The Elgin Co,, Fargo; capital stock $50,000; incorporators, Mitehell J.’ Eugene A. Ricker, Amelia Luger «Ricker, all Fargo. - Indian Creek, Coal Co., Hettinger; capital stock:-$25,000; corporators, F. E. Ellickson, D..N. Rogers, W. F. Griswold, all Regent. 3 EMBROIDERED SKIRT Embroidery ih, rich shades, look- ing as if it had been copied.from,a Spanish shawl,.decorates the ful skirt of a smart bouffant frock of black crepe de chine. A LASSI, RE ALL IN GRAY A smart ‘faflored suit ‘of sflver gray matelasse is worn with gray shoes, @ gray georgette turban ant a smart, sttver fox. { The ruby, ja the heaviest of pre- cious st lext come: the gar- S THE BOX TRICKC” Oren service merges. BEGIN HERE TODAY Chai-Hung, influential: Chinese, calls, the home of John Hewitt, Commissioner of Police at Jesselton, British North Borneo, to tell of the death of Mr. Allison, victim of a gang murder. Peter Pennington is de- tailed by the government to run to earth The Yellow Seven, a gang of Chinese bandits, Monica Viney lives with her brother, Captain Hewitt. Pennington suspects Chai- Hung of being leader of the bandits. Hewitt procures a warrant for: the arrest of Chai-Hung. ri NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY “Chai-Hung called here this after- noon, Hewitt started. “This afternoon!” he credulously. She nodded. “He asked if you were in—and said he was going away for some time. Mr. Pennington was here, too, He'll tell you all about it.” The Commissioner passed a weary hand over his black hair. “Where is Pennington now? “T haven’t seen him since tea.” A sudden movement in the wild garden outside attracted her atten; tion. She stepped close up to the rail and peered into the blackness Standing half in the shadow of a stunted palm, she saw a tall, gaunt figure, wearing a loose costume of pale blue material. Monica caught her brother's sleeve and pulled him forward. “There’s a man out there, Jack,” she told him softly. The Commissioner looked. “It's Pennington, I suppose,” he erevled Viegas “What the devil’s he want to han Hee rene about the house At that moment, the raised an’ arm and beckon echoed in- scarecrow ed. twenty minutes before dinner. Don’t stop out too long.” Hewitt looked at Monica, Thirty seconds later he had passed down the phe making his way toward the ree. Mrs. Viney went in to dress for dinner. The decp-toned Ducun gong, re- verberating in the stillness of” the night, brought her back to the veran- da, Her brother was nowhere to be seen. She hurried down the passage to his room, tapped on the door, then, getting no response, looked in. The room was empty and a glance suf. ficed to tell her he had not been there since his return. The neatly piled clean clothes were still where the servant had put them. Her mind slightly troubled, she invaded his office. As she stepped toward. the writing-table, a grim sense of im. pending disaster swept over her. She thrust it’ from her resolutely, and pressed onward. Both hands resting j on the wooden surface, she gazed horror-stricken before her at a dag- ger with a gilt handle that stuck up- right in the table, its thin steel blade impaling a heap of torn paper frag- ments. Dimly, as her powers of rea- soning stole back to her, she realized that the tattered: document was the warrant for the arrest of Chai-Hung, and that the yellow handle of the knife bore seven distinct black dots on the side that was turned toward her—four on the upper half and three below. Suddenly she became aware that Pennington—serene, immaculate—was at her elbow. She swung around on him fiercely. rie Pennington, what does all this mean? Where is Jack? What have you done with him?” Pennington was frankly puzzled. “Jack? Captain Hewitt? I haven't seen him. Isn’t he back yet Monica caught her breath. “Somebody beckoned to him from the Barden,” she raced on wildly. We both thought it was you. Jack went out. ‘He hasn't dressed for makan, and there’s that on his table. For God's sake, tell me what it all means?” Pennington guided her to a chair, then bent over the dagger. A second later, he had rushed from the room toward the kitchen-quarters. She heard the+voluble tones of, the cook-boy, a yell of pain, the dragging of a heavy body along the floor and the servant was flung like a sack into the office, still clinging to a flimsy box with a metal handle—the only luggage he had brought with him when he arrived, Pennington slai leant against it. “Get up, you swine!” he said stern- ly. “Get up and find your tongue or, by heaven! Jil flay you alive!” The boy scrambled to:his fect and stood sullenly in the ‘center of the bare dud “You will lead me to. Chai-Hung!” hissed Pennington, — At the very sound of the name the Oriental trembled visibly. The Englishman ught him by both shoulders and shook him vio- lently. A volume of inarticulate grunts followed. .Pennington plucked the .knife from the wogdwork, “Mrs. Viney,” he | said ‘over his shoulder, “do you mind waiting for me in the dining-room?” At the enttanés.she lobked back. ‘we vto do?” she immed the door and shoulders help- net, topaz. and diamond, in the or- der named. i) Although 150 tons of opium would sunply the medical of all countries, ‘the annual’ world production ig nearly 2000: Bae Collgcting. he she crépt from’ door after her. In the grim* half-hour that fol-. lowed she lost all sense of time. She looked up suddenly to, see Penning- ton before her, ‘I'm just off,” he said quetly. ‘Then you know—?” . “He has -told me asi much as I wanted to know.” ..: She regarded him doubtfully. Pennington was leaning agaipst the By EDMUND SneLL.; BREAN B3-y he told her between the m “that I have made it my busi: study the movements of our ” bandit. It would be impossible for me to know all his hiding places, but I have discovered a good few of them, sufficient, I feel convinced, to assist me in sifting fact from fiction. Wong-See—the intelligent youth 1 collared in the act of making a hur- ried exit—is a poor sort of creature, when brought face to face with the serious problems of this life. By dint of dire threats and much pa~ tience, I gathered he was on thd point of proceeding to Chai-Hung's lair, to the place where your brother has been taken. In effect, we have arrived at a delightful compromise. Wong-See is between Scylla and Charybdis: If he fails to join © Hung—the vengeance of that gentle- man will fall upon him, swiftly and surely, whether he seek refuge in China or any old island in the. archi- pelago. The remaining horn of the dilemma is—” He stuck his tongue in his cheek. “—death by the most horrible. torture imaginable—at the hands of ‘he who sees in the dark,’ otherwise—myself! Now comes the compromise. He is.to proceed to Chai-Hung’s hiding-place, as he had originally intended, only with Pen- nington in his immediate rear. In this manner, he stands a sporting chance of dodging a horrible end at the hands of qither.” He reached for his hat. Monica slipped between the door. “You're not going alone?” “Most certainly.” — She stamped her foot impatiently. “You mustn't do that!” she cried. “It’s positively absurd, Supposing there are others waiting for Wong- See in the jungle?” “I've been in tight corners befor, Mrs. Viney,” he reminded her gently; “and. I've managed to squirm out of ‘em somehow. If I attempt to start out with a crowd of native soldiers, the information will be tapped out on some native telegraph-system al- most before the men have left the barracks. Hewitt will be spirited away and the chances of rescue will become a thousand times more re= mote.” him and ne more couldn’t possibly do any harm,” protested Monica. “Pm not taking any chances, Pennington. “Take me!” said the girl, flushed to the roots of her hair. “You!” “Why not? I shall be at my wits end if you leave me here alone.” Her voice broke. “If Chai-Hung is plot- ting against one of us, why shouldn’t he send for me while you are away) looking for Jack?” Pennington glanced hurriedly at his watch and Monica, realized that her argument. had gone home, Shy seized his jacket impulsively witit both hands. : Pennington’s one weakness lay in his utter inexperience of the opposite sex. “Come on, then,” he said, with a gtuffness that was new to her. “There’s an electric torch in the right-hand drawer of your brother's desk. ‘We may want it.” Trembling with excitement, she hurried in search of it, joining him afew seconds later at the foot of the veranda steps. Almost at the exact spot where she had seen the man who had impersonated Penning- ton, the cook-boy awaited the order to proceed. * Soon they had left the beaten track and were threading \their y through tangled undergrowth, under branches so closely interwoven as to exclude the stars, the humming of countless legions of insects in thei ears, the bright light of the electric torch describing an illuminated circle on the back of Wong-See. The night air blew suddenly chill and a slight shiver ran through Monica. Her companion brought, his almost to a level with hers. “Cold?” he demanded softly. She smiled up at him, “Not. really. Actually, premely content.” They: relapsed into silence again, and Pennington, conscious of a sinoldering, inconsumable fire, with- in, glanced covertly at the trim fig- ure of the attractive widow who kent pace with him, and was glad that he had let her come. He quickened his step, until Monica found herself compelled to run to keep up with him. 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