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PAGE FOUR ‘THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE) Entered ‘at the Postoffice, Bismarck, N. D., as Second Class Matter. BISMARCK TRIBUNE CO. - - Foreign Representatives G. LOGAN PAYNE COMPANY CHICAGO - - - 3 é3 Marquette Bldg. PAYNE, BURNS AND SMITH NEW YORK - - - - Fifth Ave. MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS The Associated Press is ex DETROIT Kresge Bldg. lished herein. F ‘ All rights of republication of special dispatches herein are also reserved. "MEMBER AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATION SUBSCRIPTION RATES PAYABLE IN ADVANCE : Daily by carrier, per year..............0.2000 Daily by mail, per year (in Bismarck)..... Daily by mail, per year (in state outside Bismarck) Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota... THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) THE TASK BEFORE HIM Yet in the midst of its grief over the loss of its chief : executive, the nation turns a thought to the new President, his character and ability. For life must go on. The nation must be governed. i Calvin Coolidge assumes a great task. With the nation still in its period of adjustment from war condjtions he takes the helm to remain in office, unless re-elected, for nineteen months. Herreceived votes for the nomination for the Pres- idency in the Republican convention of 1920; many believed he was the'strong man that should fill the President’s chair, and fate has decreed that the judgment of these few sha!l be tested. 4 Calvin Coolidge has not occupied the public eye to any great extent for two and one-half years. He has accepted ‘calmly the obscurity that attaches to the Vice-Presidency. He has been publicly discussed for his stand during the Boston policemen’s strike while Governor of Massachusetts -—and he has been criticized for his cold serenity. He came from the farm and knows the hard labor in- volved in seeking a livelihood from Vermont soil. He labored diligently at college and as hard in a law office in Northamp- ton, Massachusetts. He filled various lesser offices in his city and in the state legislature, was elected Governor in 1918 and reelected in 1919. His opponents attacked his attitude in the policcmen’s strike as anti-labor. Yet while a candidate for Governor his * platform included reduction of working hours for women and . minors, increase in the compensation law allowance, a state ‘ soldiers’ bonus. His record is not that of one who might be ;, assed as anti-labor. Rather, as he stated, “Our case shall * be law and order.” Taciturn even as a boy, quiet and dignified, he does not. appear to possess the great warmth of soul which won men so steadfastly to Warren G. Harding. Yet The Tribune’s biographer yesterday told us that: while Governor of Massa- ; chusetts his quiet manner, his apparent great reserve power * made him an outstanding figure in all deliberations. ; He is modest in habits. When elected to the Vice-Pres- * idency he still kept the small rented house to which he took : his *bride. Coolidge has had admirable training in the science of +: government, and his firm powers of decision, his undoubted ' probity and his firm sense of righteousness are admirable qualities. He may prove that a beaming face is not neces- sary to express the deepest feeling for his fellow men. He :: will carry with him to the Presidency the heart-felt wishes of the nation that he may succeed in the great task be- fore him. SUN-STROKE It begins to look as if 1923 is going to be an exception- ally big year for heat prostrations ahd sun-stroke. The death rate by heat varies in different years a lot more than you’d imagine. In the last 12 years, fatal heat prostrations were 33 times as numerous in one year as in another. This is revealed by records of the Metropolitan Life Insurance Co. In 1920 only one insurance policy holder in 500,000 died of heat prostration. In 1911 the rate was 33 in every 500,000. The national death rate from sun stroke, of course, runs : much higher, for these figures are based on insurance policy holders, most of whom are matured, and do not take into . account infants, who are particularly susceptible to death by heat. Negroes are more subject to death by sun-stroke than i are white people. No one ever has been able to explain this satisfactorily. Logically the negro should be able to with- H a id. punishment from the sun, for his African ances- ors of ini ity to sun’s heat and humidity. ¢ African hunts in the jungle, but generally, lives in iS the explanation: The white man is more er care of himself, and thereby is more prostration than the negro is by natural : cautious, takés”t immune from heat inheritance. The highest death rates from heat are not, as might be ; supposed, in the hot southern states. As far north as Michi- | “gan and Wisconsin the sun-stroke rate is far above average. In the south, they get used to it. And, possessing a more accurate realization of sun-stroke dangers, the southerner is more careful than the northerner. As most mothers know, babies are very subject to heat ; prostration and should be watched and protected with ex- treme care during hot or humid weather. : Even greater care should be exercised in the case of elderly people, for almost half of the deaths from heat and sun-stroke are those of persons above 50 years of age. , If you cannot avoid being exposed to the sun for long periods during heat waves, fresh green leaves inside your hat will help remarkably at keeping you cool. WINE i. France chécks up and finds that last year she produced 50 per cent more wine than in 1918. Using the same years } for comparison, the export of French wines decreased 65 per cent in value, despite increase in prices. { And the excess is not all being stored, by any means, The French ministry of agriculture issues_a proclamation “view- ‘ing with alarm the/increased use of alcoholic drinks among ithe French. ‘ j -—$urope has its own prohibition: problem without worrying ~about-ours. . ; ; { LAWING ( fc her sues his son for-a million dollars in Providence, RL ce pac ty ? nipireegany over to son for nye ment son ha t up the income payments as : “An unusual,case. Maybe the psychologists can ex- lain why you would be less surprised if a son were suit Publishers Bldg. lusively entitled to the use or republication of all news dispatches credited to it or not otherwise credited in this paper and also the local news pub- THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE — EDITORIAL REVIEW Comments reproduced in column may or let A not the opinion of The Tribune, are presented here ia order tha! our readers inay have both sid of important {ssues which are i] Bolu dienuasna ta the prese of the day th rs WARREN G. HARDI President Warren G, Harding is! dead and a Nation mourns. Just at a time wheg his Country-! men were reassured that his illness would soon pass and that he would} again step forth, in all his vigor, to! carry on during these days of recon-| struction, his voice is stilled and his | hand stayed by the Angel of Death. | The loss to America id irreparable | because he a great man and aj} great Executive. It did not fall to his lot to be the head of the Nation dur- | ing the troublous days of war, but to him probably had been entrusted. a more difficult task—that of plac-/ ing his Country on a peacetime | following the most terrible conflict in the history of the World. | With a full realization of the re-! sponsibility he accepted the call. of a people to service. With calm and sound judgment, with an abiding | faith in Him who rules the Universe, | he undertook to point the path along which Amcrica must tread if she was to enjoy the fruition of her hopes. The story of how well he builded | must be left to history, but it is cer- tain that history will accord him high place among American Pres- | idents. His work was only begun. The foundation, however, had been laid with care, and upon that foundation, | had his life been spared, he would have placed his achievements in a permanent structure. This work must now be left to others, butsit will be easier because of his foresight, his optimism, his counsel. h is the penalty he has paid for his devotion to duty and love for his Country. But few know | how hard he has worked, what ap- plication he has been compelled to give to the great problems that were | before him. The trip to Alaska which ended so tragically weakened | his already none too rugged consti- tution to a point where it could not withstand disease. He died in service. If he could have chosen the manner of his pass- ing, that would have been the way he would have desired to go. Warren G. Harding, the man, is dead, but Warren G. Harding lives in memory, and that memory will con- tinue to live in the minds and hearts of the American People.—Fargo Forum. LETTER FROM SYDNEY CARTON TO JOHN ALDEN PRESCOTT, I have been wondering, old chap, | if I had better write you this letter. You may be sure that I would have | come over and told what I am going | to say to you if I could possibly have | gotten away, but the Strathmore case | comes fup tomorrow ang I must be} 1 in court. I think, however, you should know immediately what I am going to tell you. Paula Perier came’ to town yester- day and sent for me to come over to the hotel, First I thought I would not go, as it seemed to me that the Perier episode was a-chapter in your life that should be closed. However, she got me on the phone and begged me to come, “The last time, it is, monsieur, that you will see Paula,” she aid in her queer little idiom, “and for all concerned, thinking I am, there are necessary some explanations,” Her voice was trembling, Jack, and I really felt sorry for her, I told her (I would come over. “For Madame Perier you must ask,”, she said, “for I have with me ‘I’enfant.’” I arrived at the hotel and was} shown up to Paula’s room. Jack, you. wouldnt know her, She has grown thin | and pale. She has lost much of her vivacity, but she has gained immeas- ‘ urably in a kind of madonna-like beauty. She seems all eyes and pa- j thetic smil. I am sure she is going to make a great hit on the screen in a certain type of picture. She told The hotter is gets the more you} hear about beer being absent, ing in swimming before cooling off is about as safe as trying a drink of bad moonshine. Wheat's so low, it must think it is a German mark, or something, New York street cars are getting as safe as home-made airplanes. When four houses were dynamited | in Pittstown, Pa., they thought it a presidential boom at first. i Opening sardines is about as safe | as juggling broken glass. Fight whales may have blow! spray on Cape May, N. J., fishermen. Anyway, the men say they did, Many Americans are summering in Paris where 8,000,000 liters of beer is drunk daily, Eating cucumbers is as safe as me that she already had an offer from one of the big directors to take a small part in his next picture. “Ho is French, you know,” she said, “and I think he first became interested in | the house of a mutual friend I met him.” \ And then, Jack, she asked abdut you. “Is he well—is he happy?” she asked tremulously, * “No, he is not very happy just at present, Paula,” I answered, — And then I told her about Leslie. Jack, I never liked Paula Perier as well-as I did while she was listening to Leslie’s unhappy story. ‘Poor, poot woman,” she said. “It is I who know. It is I who sympathy can give, for through it all I have gone,” And then’: without any embarrassment whatever she said, “My baby—would you like to sce him?” a With that she went into the other room and brodght out a little bundle of flannel and lace, and I swear to you, Jack, that us she held it to her breast she looked like the type that all of us conceive when we think of “Mother’—a mother with her first- born, She pulled the little shawl away from the face of the child and I fairly gasped—for in his sleep that haby pulled down one corner of his mouth and wrinkled up his nose in exactly tho same way you do, Jack. It was uncanny. “Sweet, is he not?” she asked, Instead of answering, I questioned, “What are you going to do with him? Surely you are not going to take him out to Hollywood with you, are you?” -“But yes, with him I can do noth- ing else) and he is my baby-—just mine alone. I do not have to an- swer to any one for him but Le Bon Dieu.” > I could not help wondering, Jack, if you would have to answer ‘to some good God, or some malignant devil, for that little helpless bit of human- ity. If you ever saw him you could me because I apoke the language, At | not deny him, And yet I do not think we developed and passed on to him a high sense | smoking after drinking gasoline. and worry may be saved by saying | EVERETT TRUE When sending a wedding gift, time | what the darn thing: is. We are getting ready for airplane | traffic. Many of our roads seem to | ihave been built for it, | Sometimes a picnicker who goes in | ; swimming just after eating gets pull- ed out all right. A young lady tells us woman’s| | place is in the porch swing. Reformers seem to think the world | is a menace to civilization and should ; be destroyed, - Wearing new shoes on an outing ;is about as safe as wearing none, ——— 7, all Newton Baker says war looms in two years. War looms, we add, are things that weave trouble. Barrel of beer rolled off a\truck jand hit a man in Philadelphia, show- ing wishes come true. Rocking the boat is aboyt as safe | as rocking a policeman, Laughing at a woman cooking over i @ hot stove in August is as safe as jumping dowg a voleano. New substitute for gas has been | found, probably costing more. Professor Fisher of Yale says “Yes; we have no bananas” is correct Eng- lish. But he said it at a Battle Creek sanitarium, ‘ More lemonade would be drunk if it had foam on top. Housekeepers can do their work much easier and in per- ect ermfert: if they wear Ground Gripper Shoes ‘nrn-! rerly fitted. Alex Rosen & , BY CONDO | Me - One Place Where a Dollar Buys More’n Enough || vided; Violation. of this section, shall that Pafila wants you even to ac- knowledge him, for when I asked her what she was going to call Him she answered, “Paul Perier.” || ADVENTURE OF | THE TWINS By Olive Roberts Barton “The first person I wish you would look for,” said King Snookums to the Twins, “is my lord high chancellor. His name is Codger. Mister Lord High Chancellor Codger. Like the rest of my silly subjects, he got the! craze for riding lightning bugs. And now he’s plumb disappeared. We can’t find him anywhere in Pee Wee Land. And I need him sadly as I Wave to make a new law and, need him to, write, it oyt for me.” “Oh, we'll find him, never fear,” comforted Nancy. “Can you tell us anything about him that might help?” King Snookums pushed his crown from one side to the other und push- ed it back again. “Nothing much!” he said. “All that I know is that he had a sweet tcoth in his head. No! Two sweet teeth, or perhaps three. I greatly fear it has been his undoing.” “All right,” said Nick. “We'll find him. With our magic shoes we can go anywhere, and we'll hunt in all the kitchens and pantries and cake boxes and pastry shops and candy stores.” (i Away they went then and it wasn’t two minutes’ till they came to Mrs. Thingumadadger’s house. Mrs. Thingumadadger had been baking. Anyone could in four blocks tell that. Such a smell you never smelled, So the Twins went straight for her pantry shelf. : And there stood:a large cake-with white icing and a lump in the mid- dle! “Help! Help!” the lump was call- ing and moving ever 80 little. “The | icing had got hard and I can’t get out! Help!” Sure enough, it was the lord high chancellor of Pee Wee Land. i The Twins got him out of that and hustled him home jin a jiffy. | (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1928, NEA Service, Inc.) HOLD VIOLATOR _| OF PISTOL LAW Grand Forks, Aug. 4.—The first in- stance ofa person in this section of | the state being charged with, the | violation of the pistol ang revolver law (Senate Bill No. 256), passed by th eNorth Dakota legislature at its last session, will be the case of Clar- ence Moline, arrested by local police officers Monday night inja raid on a house located gn the lower end of Cottonwood street. , At that time two .88 calibre revolvers and a .12 guage shot gun were found, it is claimed, in a Studebaker touring, car belonging to Moline, which was parked near the house. 3 ( Moline, who is scheduleg/ to get his’ hearing Wednesday, will be charged with the violation of Article 6 of the law, which is relative to the carrying ¢f concealed pistols. The law read “No! person shall carry a pistol or revolver concealed in any vehicle or in any pagkage, satchel, grip, spit case, or carry in any way or upon his. person, .except in, his dwelling house or place of business, withont a license therefor as hereinafter be punished\by imprisonment for not |Ahe breakfast things, dropped ; the moment when | Chai-Hung, does exist? , Mrs. SATURDAY, AUGUST 4, 1925 FE YELLOW S ISLAND Oren service incists BEGIN HERE TODAY Peter Pennington. is detailed by the government to capture Chai- Hung, Meader of The Yellow Seven, a gang of Chinese handits. Pen- nington is'in love with"Monica Viney, widowed sister of Captain John Hew- itt, Commissioner of. Police at Jes selton, ‘British North Borneo. Dis- | guised as a Chinese, Peter cails on fyde, a planter, to warn him against the bandits. Pennington. meets Dorw Bateson, daughter of Hyde, and tells her to beware if she receives a fan for a cifti NOW GO WITH THE STORY “Not, in the least,” he retorted, smiling. “I like a. woman to smoke— if she cares for it.” “And yét- you're old-fashioned enough to‘ disapprove of women rid: ing alone?” ; Before Pennington’ could reply, the planter had hooked down his hat and was making for the steps. “Tl leave you two'fo settle this interesting dispute fér> yourselves,” he laughed, “I'm off to see that none of my scoundrels are shirking. Youll be here when I come back, of ; course? We can afford to have Mr. Chai-Hung keeping you! on tenter- hooks a little longey—so that we can keep you with us. One last word of warning, Pennington. Never let Dorg draw you inte an argument, if you can avoid it!” He winked broadly and went down the path to where a watchman wait- ed with his mount. He was out of sight when the girl spoke. “I fancy. I'm beginning to under- stand. Is it because of this Chai- Hung that you didn’t want me to ride alone 2” The. other nodded. The boy who had ‘come in noise- lessly and was in the act of clearing the tray on to the table from which» he had just lifted it, Pennington sprang erect, “You mustn’t mind Lai-Ho,” said Dora. “He's not been with us very long, and he’s frightfully \careless.. “It struck me as being a little pe- culiar,” returned Pennington, “that he should display his clumsiness at you mentioned Chai-Hung.” The girl’s forehead wrinkled. “Aren't you rather an uncomfort- able sort of person to know? We've never had the slightest suspicion of trouble up here, before you came. Now we shall all be looking under our beds and behind curtains—hunt- ing for Chinese bandits! I suppose To be per- fectly frank, we'd cgme to the con- clusion he was a myth invented by the Commissioner of Police to keep us on the alert.” Pennington crossed the floor and leant his back against the rail. “I'm afraid! I must‘ disillusion yor, Bateson. Chai-Hung, unfortu- nately, is very much in existence just at this moment. I can’t exactly explain to you why your portion of this island should be so singularly immune from the attentions of his gang-’ He extended a warning fin- ger. /‘I want you to understand that it is more by accident than design that he has left you alone. This state of security cannot last. You're liv- ing in a fool’s paradise and one of these days somebody or, other'll wake up with a nasty jar! I don’t want it to be you, Mrs. Bateson, That's pre- cisely why I’m up against these early- morning excursions through the jun- gle.” Dora jammed on her sun-helmet and rose from the chair. i “You must run across and meet my husband,” she said. “Do you really Want me to cut these rides?” Pennington passed a finger between his _tunic-collar and his neck. ‘ “Keep within the estate boundaries for a month, I'll try not to make it more—and keep your eyes bpen.” “What am'I to look‘ for?’ inquired Dora innocently. . “A Chinesé playing-card) with a yellow face upon which- seven black dots are printed. If ever you sHould hear of one of these, send for me at once. If there’s nobody to send— come to me yourself.” “Is that all?” cf He followed her to the top of the short flight. “Just one‘ other thing: If a China- man'should offer you’a fan, accept it without comment, ‘It will be in a silk c On no account remove that cs Bring it to me, as it is.” She held outa slim hand, —/ “You don’t: explain’ very clearly why a fan should be offered to me!” , {It’s merely a. supposition on my art, based on two things. The fir: ying that, unless my ‘calculations are sadly at faul! — friend has chosen this territory for his next area of operations.” The girl started. “And the ipecond 2": Pennington smiled queerly. “There have already been two re- cipients of these fans in Borneo,” he said, “and both of them were singu- larly beautiful women!” It was toward the end of the sec- ond week of -Pennington’s stay at Hyde’s bungglow that ‘he began to display ‘signs. of impatience. In des- peration, He cast around for some tangible clue that: might, serve to assist him in his: ties for Chai- Hung—and his eye fet! upon Lai-Ho, the servant’ who had . dropped the tray. Hee : There was .a certain amount of sickness in’ Hyde’s lie-lines an for that. reason, ; Lai-Ho hed been’ told-off to attend. to: the wants of both the/genial planter and his guest, Agement which—if it were lesa than o1 ear, ang upon convic- tion the pistol or revolver shall, be confiscated or destroyed.’ ii Hyde, who together agreeable to the Enthawie rave. Penstiaton ample {opportunity of observing ‘closely the man throui to Paes " y i They were ing }ene evenin, over their after-dinner cigars, when ; ping. for. some~ thing if’ uttered » muffled’ exclamation and withdrew iis hand. The thing: that he - held newer Miklos thumb fluttered. to the cloth and. |; men, ins to thelr fer, it in aoa i ‘Chin ‘whom he vaguely hpped 1-H § ns SEVEN. w” BV ROMUND ‘Suet. card, The black back of ‘the thing lay uppermost and Pennington turn- ed it over with his nail. It was Myde who broke the silence. “The Yellow Seven!” ~he muttered hoarsely. “I wonder—” Before’ he could complete the Pan} tence, Pennington had wrenched open the door, sending Lai-Ho, who had been listening on the other side, pitching forward on his face, Some- thing shot from the region of his waist and rolled to the planter’s feet. It was knife with a long, thin bladg and a-handle of buffalo-horn. $ Hyde stooped to pick it up arm Pennington, his hands resting light- ly on hig hips, surveyed the pros- trate driental with interest. “Get up, my friend,” he advised him coldly. “There are many ques- tions I would like to ask you.” He Pointed to the card which still lay on the table. “Who gave you that Yellow-Seven 2” Lai-Ho scrambled to his feet and backed toward the doorway. hi eyes blazing fury. Suddenly, Pennington sought to intercept him, the entire expression of the swarthy features changed ,and the English- man realized that Lai-Ho was looking beyond him. At the same oment, cry from Hyde brought Penhington round on his heel in time to see a bamboo pole, propelled from without shatter the lanipwglass and! plunge the room into: darknes: The faint light. from a match the planter held shaded between’ his fin- gers was sufficient to assure them that Lai-Ho had. disappeared. “What are you going tq) do?” de- nanded Hyde, striking two, together and mounting a chair. Pennington had already the veranda-rail and was into the blackness of night. “Follow, old son!” he shouted bak” over his shoulder., “Follow for ali I’m worth!” He vaulted lightly to the soft earth below, and the planter, relinquishing his attempt to re-light the lamp, joined him. “Seen anything?” <The other nodded. “There were two of ’em. Thee were making for the bottom of the slope. Are you coming?” “Most certainly. It’s ages since I had any excitement to speak of.” “I fancy I can promise you some,” returned Pénnington grimly. “Come on.” . On the open ground between the huts they encountered a Sikh watch- man who had just passed two men making for Bateson’s side of the plantation. He had noticed that they weré breathless with running, and he thought one of them was the manager's servant. Presently they were in the padi-lands, the incessant insects. in, their, ears, fugitives. clearly visible a bare quar- ter-of-a-mile distant. Pennington was forging ahead at such a pace that the planter found it difficult to keep up with him. In twenty min- utes they had halved the distance that stretched between them an their quarry. Half-an-hour later-— and Hyde had recognized Lai-Ho. He saw the white patch of his face as he glanced apprehensively back, and then he lost both of them in a belt of trees that rose like an oasis in a desert of sand. Pennington\ mad sudden spurt forward and vanished, too. On the other side of the trees the planter emerged alone to d cover nothing but moon-light still more padi-land. — Wonde greatly, he sank into a sitting po: tion on a fallen log, and felt for his pipe. A voice came to him from the darkness, “Hyde! Where are you?” “Here, Where are you?” “In the proverbial soup,” returned Pennington; dropping from a bough. “They've split company—and got cJean away. with it.” He squatted on the ground at thé planter’s feet. “Shall I tell you what, Hyde? There's I don’t quite understand about all t Lai-Ho could have poisoned ua both at diniitr, if’ he'd wanted. iy ltt Dare Hyde glanced up from filling’ his briar. “Of courso- he could, the stuff. What then?” ae _.“Then why all.¢hae’dlnborate pata- Phernalia of the-Yellow Seven and the knife and knockin’ out the damp?” He laughed aloud. “Hyde, old son, we've been duped!” “Eh?” < ie “We were meant to follow them.” The planter was struggling with a match, \ 4 (Continued in Our Next Issue) [7 A Thought] , A Thought | ‘Therefore shall a man leave his father and his , mother, @hd shall cleave unto his wife; and they shail be one flesh.—Gen. 2:24, reached peering the tropic open droning of ~ and. the two He cooked eo 8 4 ‘ WHEN I said I would die a nacht elor, I did not think I should live till I were married,—Shakespear Leg pains, cramps and sore- ness disappear when you arc,, properly, fitted with Ground Gripper Shoes. Alex’ Rosen & Bro: wig CLEANER S sWHITENS LQUID OR CAKE