The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, August 8, 1923, Page 4

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Daily by mail, outside of North Dakota.............. 6.00 THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) IT HAS HAPPENED BEFORE The disaster which attends the failure of the crop of any man who has planted but one crop was forcibly illus- trated by Commissioner of Immigration J. M. Devine, speak- ing before the Iumbermen here yesterday. The naturai method of avoiding such a disaster was pointed out with equal emphasis. Commissioner“Devine drew a parallel that was interest- ing and instructive. Forty years ago Barron county, Wis- consin, suffered by reason of drought, grasshoppers and cinch bugs. It was a one-crop county, depending on wheat ‘Today the county is populous and wealthy. Last year the ceunty, ith a population of 35,000, sold $7,200,000 worth of create utter and cheese. McLeod county, Minnesota, was suffering thirty-five years ago because it was a one-crop county. Last year the people of that county sold $2,700,000 worth of dairy products. A half-century or more ago many of the middle-western states were chiefly grain raising states, with wheat as their major product. Today all are depending on diversified farm- ing. Wisconsin was a wheat state until her people found it did not pay. The same is true of Minnesota. The message carried by the experience of the people of those states is coming westward. Turning to North Dakota, Mr. Devine declared that the North Dakota farm can produce as good a cow as can be produced in New York. She will produce as much butter- fat. North Dakota can produce as good a hog as can Iowa und prepare it for the market with North Dakota corn as well as Iowa and Illinois can with corn raised in those states. North Dakota is unexcelled as a poultry state. It is true that farming in all sections is not in the pros- perous. state it should be. It is true that not all the ills of North Dakota result from the one-crop system. But the experience of otlter states shows clearly adversity often visits the one-crop farmer and as a rule prosperity is found with the farmer who diversifies. The message cannot be impressed too strongly, nor re- peated too often, in North Dakota, South Dakota or Montana. HAVE A LAUGH An Irishman and a Frenchman got into an argument about the total number of beverages, alcoholic and other- wise, in existence. Pat claimed there were 83. The French- man insisted there were only 82. They made a bet. “Tl name the 83,” said Pat. “First, there is water....” > “Ah, you win,” the Frenchman interrupted. “I had for- gotten all about that one.” : This story, told by Dr. William J. Robinson, the dean of medical writers, suggests that the world prohibition move- ment eventually will focus on France, which probably will be the last of the important countries to go dry, if ever. M’Cready Sykes, another able writer, digs up the yarn ebout the Scotchman who complained that he could-never get any real pleasure from smoking. =: “If Iam smokin’ my ain tobacco,” said Sandy, “I can na’ epjoy it for thinkin’ a’ the dreadful expense; and if I am smokin’ a’ ither body’s tobacco my pipe is packed to tight that it winna draw.” 5° Economy is a virtue, but it can be carried to the point where it takes all the joy out of life. Epidemic excessive economy, born from fear, usually ends business booms and starts depression. Prosperity is the result of widespread spending. No cause for:fear, as yet. Continue buying, thereby keeping prosperity with us. The wise system is to be’ moderate, spending to keep business humming, also sav- ing prudently for emergency. i The “yal Street Journal says a stock exchange firm vWinted an experienced bookkeeper. Ain applicant, who feyoran! impressed the manager of the brokerage firm, was asked what salary he received on his last job. % Ee paid me ae a week ai “ e ‘oy that salary ?” ZA banter Bucket-shop was named. ‘ “You apparently got $25 for your work and $100 for keep- idg quiet,” the manager commented. #: The jokes of our generation are becoming editorial in nature. Vividly they caricature important events and public tends. We are getting dangerously close to the intellec- tyal in our humor—(dangeruos, because intelligence and humor are as difficult to mix as oil and water) — but, after ll, much of the news borders on the ridiculous, which makes i® the logical target of the humorists. 4, The American sense of humor is becoming higher grade, mbre inteJligent. If you doubt it, go back and try to get Tanghs out of the humorists of a few generations ago. Ey CHAINED - Tomadelli, Italian inventor, who lives in New Jersey, aims he has discovered how to harness the atom and make it, in a bulb, produce 19 candlepower of light for three wee ‘3 without batteries, ‘enewals or any kind of electrical mections. 3 forever hearin® of sensational discoveries that ialize.. But what: Tomadelli proposes is inevit- le, just a matter,of time, We live in the midst ‘of scores terrific forces which, when discovered, will relieve human- ify: of the bulk of its work. i tives take the trail. The rhurderer, believed to ‘be an aglishman, will be hanged if caught. Both are ex-soldiers, If he had killed his victim » in uniform of opposing : ds; killing ia an ethical matter in one-year Sect prokiaes-tn anette ne Note, five years ago, when both im this Bot express ments reproduced m GONE ARE THE DAYS Old ghosts of the Mississippi re- fuse to waken. The river’g rom- ance ig dead. The other day two powerful towboats came a-storming up the lower river. The Cairo was racing the St. Louis to Cairo. The St. Louis won, but nobody cared, Nobody bet his last “nig- ger” or his last acre of cotton land on the race. There were no cheer- ing crowds at the landing. - No Lright-eyed belles or dashing blades waved from magnolia- shaded grounds of the fiverside plantations, It -was not always so. In_ the a of Long Ever Ago, when there was romance on the river, the rac- ing packets thundered around the bends with red flames shooting from their tall stacks and their black smoke darkening the river. The boats raced from dark till cawn and from dawn to dewy eve. On occasion they strained from winging gangplank to threshing stern-wheel with “A nigger squat on the safety valve And her furnace crammed, rosin and pine.” The long-mustached gambler be- longed in the picture. So did the tuddy-drinking colonel with a goa- tee like Spanish moss. So also did the Southern beauty, the heiress of the cotton aristocracy. Those were the days of the Robert E. Lee and the Natchez, of the Belle of Shreve- port and the Prairie Belle. It was the habit of gentlemen in those days to take their likker red and straight, but never raw. Mark Twain, in red granite, stands on his beloved bluffs at Hatinibal. He will look down the river and he will listen down the iver in vain. He gave it most of has in men’s hearts. He embalmed it and made it imperishable. What he gave it cannot be taken way, hut it must live in his pages. There is no more romance in sandbar, ben’ or river reach, The packets race no more. If they did, a ten- der-flopning Ford could make thera look as if they were standing still. Gone are the days! — Philadelphia Public Ledger. ADVENTURE OF THE TWINS By Olive Roberts Barton When Tiny Mite flew awsy on a lighting bug one mght ne nad no sued Where he was going. : All he knew was that the moon souked like a big silver plate, the lit- tle stars like sugar and the world uke a great big plum pudding, dark, und smelling forty ways at once like 1orty kinds of perfume. “Gid up!” eried ‘tiny Mite, click- ing his tongue and digging itis heels into his willing steed. “Gid ap and tuke me to the end of the earth. I’m tired of just seeing Pee Wee Land under the burdocks and no place else. Just plumb tired of it. Gid ap!” The lightning bug didn’t say any- thing but he went on and on and kept his lantern burning as bright- ly as he could. He wasted electric- ity something awful—he qid! But he went right on like a good lightning bug—on and on and on, “My this is fine!’ cried Tiny Mite. suddenly he had an idea, “Could you fly to the moon with me on you? I want to see what it’s like up there, { want to say how do you do to the Moon Man.” 4 Tiny Mite yawned, ‘He was get- ting sleepy. The lightning bug pickeq up his ears He heard that lawn and he winked at himself. i “Why, yes I can take you to the moon,” he answered. “Just close your eyes and we'll soon be there. You might get dizzy if you kept them open.” “All right,” said Tine Mite, seroog- ing them up tight. “Theys shut.” Then the lightning’ bug flew straight to a moon-vine and lit on | one of the big white round flowers. The real moon had gone under a cloud and no one could see it, “It this it?” askeq Tiny Mite open- ing his eyes, “Are we there?” “Yes,” answered the bug. “Oh, isn’t the moon lovely!” cried Tiny Mite. And doesn’t it smell grand. And he sniffed and sniffed. Then he yawned again. “I believe I’m sleepy,” he mur- mured. “I believe V’ll sleep on the moon. Good night, lightning bug.” What happened then T’ll tell you tomorrow, my dears, Ang how the Twins rescued him! - (To Be Continued.) (Copyright, 1923, NEA Service, Inc.) ° = % | r | POET'S CORNER e OUR FALLEN LEADER A nation mourns; half-mast, the Flag Proclaims the tidings far and near: Our Leader's gone to realms above, Our President no more is here. We prayed"In vain;’ God took him home, i QUESTION & A German is murdered) in England, and Scotland Yard]. armies, the law would have] left us stricken at his loss To Him alone, all things’are plain, Tis ours to “bear the heavy cross. He rides ahead; perhaps this night! From some far star, or distant sphere, He looks upon the ones he loved. Aug sees them gathered ’round his er, ‘ We know not what the morrow rings, “ Since life a best caw be but brief; And Sorrow wide her portal flings, And lea us stricken down in grief, We march along with solemn tread, To bear our hero{o his grave, Some day shall Time carve o'er his head: lig , i Here lies the bravest of the brave. ‘i 4 Florence Borne’ the color and the romance that it}, LETTER FROM MRS, JOSEPH GRAVES HAMILTON TO BEATRICE GRIMSHAW. MY DEAR’ BEATRICE: > It was very sweet of you to write me that long letter and IT hasten te answer it. I am enclosing Alice's last letter from England, as 1 think you will enjoy it. Will you please return it to me, because, although I have read. it to Leslie, I do not think she was able to enjoy it as she will later, Poor Leslie, Beatrice, has been and is still very ill. We have not been able to interest her in anything. I is such a grief to her that she lost her baby. Leslie, you know, is one of ‘the old-fashioned girls as far as children are concerned, She always declared she was going to have a large fam-" ily. In some way she seemed to feel, however—we have learned since the accident—that Jack did not care zor children, This is a mistaken idea. Jack loves children. Any way she had not told him of the baby that was coming. Consequently after the adcident its loss was much harder for her to bear than if she and Jack had talked over its coming. We have just about come to the conclusion that it will be necessary to adopt a baby. Anyway, I am go- ing to try and find one tomorrow and bring it over to the Convalescent Home, where we have taken Leslie, and see how it affects her. We aro doing this as a last resort, because if it does not fillip her interest the doctor tells us he will despair of do- ing anything for her. My dear, it is rather selfish of me to burden you with Leslie’s troubles just when you have decided to marry that young man.of yours. Even though you should have as hard a | “oneness” at that time. time as Lesli¢é is having, I could not you not. to marry. Of course ie Thinks now that she isthe un- happiest woman on earth, but she will look back upon it, when time ‘has given her the right perspective, asa part of her destiny, ang prob- ably she will say that it was all for the best after all. You know’ when I was a very young woman [ lost a boy baby, At the time I thought I would never get over it, but now it seems only an unpleas- ant drgam—but a dream from which I awakened to a closer companionship with, and a closer devotion to, my husband.” I learned to appreciate our 4% If I could only make Jack'and Les- lie: talk over the loss of their child, Tam sure everything would come out all right. But for some reason Les- lie seems to fee] the child belonged to her alone, and Jack is afraig to mention it to her bécause he does4 not want to grieve her any more than she is grieving now. Both Mr. Hamilton and myself are very glad to know that young Ather- ton will probably regain his sight. Mr, Hamilton is go'ng to ask Sally to bring her husband over to our city, because you know we have one of the greatest eye specialists in the |country here, and the sooner Sam regains his sight. the sooner Mr. Hamilton can put him to work, I am expecting to see Karl Whit- ney today before he sails for Eng- land. We have not told Alice yet that Leslie has been ill, as you will see. from her letter, I am sending my, answer by Karl ‘to tell her the sad news. It will be easier for her it/ Kari is there -to supplement my letter with explanations. Please write me. my dear. And remember that if it is not so that Tecan come to your wedding, to which YOURS HOMG IN GOOD TIMG FOR ONCE. HANG UP WUR HAT ANO CoMmG IN HERS. LOOK AX THE WAL_PAP ES IS Har UT ON TODAY. Ita THB ROOM. EVERETT TRUE - BY CONDO | WELL, AS USUAL, WN) HAVE GONG AHEAD WiTHOUT CONSULTING ME! WHAT IN THS WORLD SvcR BECAUSS t's 7 Soot AND RESTFUL, THAT’ INDYCSD You_ To sevecr That CoLoR a s _| their musts! t 7 ‘ Th wrew! i] Tas 1S EXCITING. ILL Just STC AROUND AND SEE / $e |e oF BREAD Go FasT * you so kindly invited me, I ‘shall send you all best wishes that are in my heart. I heartily congratulate the young man you are going to marry, because of all of Leslie's friends, you, my dear Beatrice, have always seemed the nearest to me, Because I have not been able to make, any purchases, Lam asking Mr. Hamilton to send yous check today. Will you please buy with it the thing you desire most and accept it with the love of the mother of Leslie? Sincerely yours, / ALICE CARTON HAMILTON, Be good this hot weather. Jail is too confining. United we sit, A word to the wives is not suffi- cient. Nothing is as deadly as a mosquito. He murders sleep. Having cold feet doesn’t keep you cool in August. Judge says a man can marry on $90 a month. We say he can if she doesn’t know about it. ‘ When we learn how hungry a bear is, we can tell you how hungry camp- ing out makes people, The mad college graduate informs us several men working under him make more than he does. Bootleggers are too busy to take their vacations now. Very few trains have been knocked off the .track in the annual drive against them by: autos, Los Angeles ‘face horse man is seeing ghosts, May be just the ghost of a chance. Weeds are keeping lettuce from getting a head. Days are getting shorter, but the hot ones are not short enough. We like winter better than sum- mer because flies don’t. Wonder if you-can throw rocks at a girl in knickerbockers? Bathing beaches havea large float- ing population. ’ wv") - 5. Must be- great to be sari oyster. Oysters get four months’ vacation. A man with a fly swatter in each hang can’t see anything so very won- derfht in natures) ee . These candidates throwing their hats into the presidential ring ma: get them stepped’on.~ x Wouldn't it. be fuiny: if everybody wasn’t funny? x Snhh* 9 4 The June husband:tells us he would like to see a comb without hair in it just once more, ‘ 4 China NEA Service, Use. 1923 BEGINN HERE TODAY / Peter Pennington, detective, is en- gaged to marry Monica Viney, sister { of Captain John Hewitt, Commission- er of Police at Jesselton, British North Borneo, Pennington is detail- ed by the\government to run to earth The Yellow Seven, a gang of Chinese bandits, Peter is known as “Chinese” Pennington because of his slant eyes and his ability to disguise himself and mingle with Chinese without any one suspecting hig identity. Penning- ton traces Chai-Hung to his latest hiding-place. rf NOW GO ON WITH.THE STORY “The pack was gradually dimin ing. There were only 13 cards lef I counted them as they lay in the yellow light of the lamp. There was a dramatic pause and in the grim sidence that~folléwed only one man spoke. It was’ Lai-Ho—Hyde’s old servant—and he Spoke so Softly that I only caught one single word—my own name! And then a strange thing happened. The , arch-bandit, who had lain still and motionless as a corpse, raised himself on one arm. His fingers, emaciated with the fever that consumed him, hovered over the table—then dropped on to a single card. He was too weak to take it and the thing fluttered to the floor, falling face-uppermost not a yard from where I waited.” “The Yellow Seven!” Hewitt's lips formed the words. Pennington inclined his head. “The lot had fallen upon Chai- Hung himself to take my life. And Chai-Hung lay like a dead thing, wenkened even with the sheer exer- tion of his effort, while his intended victim watched unseen!” At the foot of the bamboo ladder the Commissioner turned to Penning- ton. “I thought you'd like to know that Monica insisted in coming with me on this trip. To tell you the honest truth, I hadn’t the heart to refuse her, We're staying at Dawson’s bun- galow. Why don’t you run along and see her?” A look of pain other's face. “I daren’t,” want to see first.” The other nodded sympathetically. “When are you going to collar him?” “Tonight. Come to nine—and come armed.” The Commissioner's form was out of sight before Pennington turned-on his heel and-went back to the bamboo Budee where Hewitt had first found im. crept into the he said thickly. “I this thing through me here at The sun was already at its zenith when Captain John Hewitt—Com- missioner of Police—halted abruptly at a spot where two jungle path: met—and realized that “he had lost his bearings. It was precisely at that moment that he began to regret that "| Pennington had‘tiot offered to accom- pany him. Pennington had an unctin- ny knack of finding his way through. territory that was absolutely un- known to him. It was as if that ex- traordinary freak of birth that had presented him with the eyes of an Oriental had gifted him also with the’ mysterious instincts of the pri- meval savage. The track was imperceptibly grow- ing wider and at intervals he felt the rays of the sun that poured down on him where the trees were set farther apart. He glanced up suddenly, then, white to the roots of his hair, darted behind the trunk‘of a jack-fruit-tree, flattening himself against the bark: He knew now that he had taken the wrong path for straight ahead of him rose a, wall of rock, sheer and frown- ing. At the foot of the rock nestled WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 8, 1923 SHE YECLOW SEVEN: * Tea ! By Edmund Snell, hands above you? head, Mr. Chai Hung, and to come with me immedi- ately.” The bandit smiled again. “May I ask where you pfopose tak- ing me? It would be unkind perhaps to remind you that you have lost youy way!” He lifted both arms as he spoke, apparently in accordance with Hewitt’s request, and at that mo- ment the Commissioner felt himself Pinioned ‘securely from behind. So suddenly and cleverly conceived was the attack that the Englishman was overpowered without a struggle, bound hand and foot with leathern thongs swiftly and securely knotted. And, as he lay helpless at the ban- dit’s feet, Chai-Hung signalled for the stool of carved blackwood that still remained outside his temporary residence. “I am going to take you into my confidence, Mr. Commissioner,” he said. “I am a desperate man, dtiven by your agents into a corner, forced to suffer privations that do not al- together agree with a man of my habits. I am ill, as you see, but I am going to recover, My wings have been clipped, but they will grow again. The Chinese Dragon, Captain Hewitt, is many-headed—and each head has a fang.” The eorners of his evil mouth turned down. “Have you ever heard of a sixth sense?—a mysterious in- tuition that indicates when one is be- ing spied upon?:I felt the prompt- ings of that senbetslast' ‘hight. Tho man they call ‘He Who'Sees in the Dark’ came to my house and you will understand me fully when I tell you that I returned the call. The man who brought this Pennington to me —I have dealt with. I have ;put: out his eyes, so that he will never see again; I have removed his fingers, so that he may never point out the way. There are only three people in existence who stand between Chai- Hung and the freedom of movement’ ¢ he desires. You know thenf all, Cap- tain Hewitt. There is Chinese Pen- nington, your sister » and—yourself. Now, observe how cleverly I have separated them. You are already in my power, Pennington is waiting for nightfall—down by the spgo-swamp, and Mrs. Viney is alone in Dawson's bungalow—alone, because I have ar- ranged that Dawson shall be kept away until I think it fit for him to return.” He paused for a moment ‘ a broad, at hut, roofed with dried sago-leaves, Sitting tranquilly at his ease, his fat fingers interlaced over an enormous paunch that even fever had not succeeded in reducing to an) appreciable extent, was. Chai-Hung. He sat alone, wrapped in a, blanket ac- quired in one of his numerous rai his feet crossed in front of him, “hi back resting against one of the poles that supported the building. For a matter of seconds the Com- missioner of Police stared in mute fascination at this apparition. A pro- longed scrutiny left.no doubt in his mind as to the accuracy of Penning- ton’s statement. Chai-Hung had been ill. There were dark rings under his eyes, his cheeks had fallen in, and the rolls of fat, that hung from his jowl were suspended like the shape- less lines of a deflating balloon. The bandit rose to his t with a sudden effort, clutching at the pole for support, Presently he steadied himself and came slowly toward the spot where Hewitt was hiding, his beady eyes blazing with a light that was almost supernatural. The Com- missioner, fumbling for his, hip- pocket; swayed sideways and broke the spell that held him. Scarcely conscious, of what he was doing, he left the trees anu, covering half the distance that yeparated them, leveled his automatic deliberately at Chai- Hung. Rkey The Oriental did not flinch. He let the blanket slip from his broad shoul- ders and ‘returned the other's gaze with a placid smile. . “You want to’ see me, Captain Hewitt?” he inquired with that oily smoothness he could pour over the habitual hnegs, of his ‘intonation when he chose... “I .want you to .put 5 A Thought "| In the summer a young girl's fancy lightly turns to fancy clothes, ee Our objection to work tb there are so.many other things to/do.’ Song. writers are not as — as ‘The’ smaltest thing on. earth may; be an atom, but the too smallest is ‘an-electric fan.) \yx) |» eins at first you: succeed, i fan, -| servant; Well done, thou good and faithful thou, hast been: faithful over’ a few things, I will make thee: raler“over many things; enter thou Into the joy of ‘thy Lord.—Matt. }25s2Bes . 4, Ze A YOU think mich too well of me as ‘as 8 man, [é‘author can be as morat as his works, 0 as no preacher fs: as pious as. hi: aermons.—Richter, 5 ; ; ldayd and Saturdays. and a preposterously exaggerated finger-nail pointed toward the Com- missioner. “Each shall perish in his turn, and each in a different manner. I am reserving you for the last, be- cause I should like you to live long enough to realize the power of Chai- Hung, the inevitable triumph of the Yellow Seven. I think I can safely assure you that you will not have to wait long!” _ He reached for a branch and pull- ins himself to his.feet, went slowly back to the hut, a hunch-backed coolie following him with the stool. Hewitt/\a prey’ toa‘host ‘of unpleas- ant- reflections, tore feebly at the thongs that held him. A sudden movement in his immediate vicinity caused him to jerk his head pain- fully round. He saw a short, thick- set Oriental with a parang hung from his waist, leaning truculently against the jack-fruit-tree. “You will remember me, oh Eng- lishman,” said the sentry grimly. “I am Lai-Ho, that was the servant of Hyde. It would be better perhaps to remain still.” It was more than an hour before Chai-Hung returned. He was su- perbly clad in a mandarin jacket of blue embrpidered with silver dragons and the dwarf followed at a discreet” interval, carrying a red umbrella and a Chifese tea-pot in a nickel case that resembled a biscuit-barrel. “I am on my way to take tea with your sister, Captain Hewitt,” he purred maliciously. “Exercising my customary caution—I am taking my 4) own teal” * ‘ Quite apart from the imminent risks that threatened her lover, ‘Monica—although she would never have acknowledged it, was desperate- ly curious to know how the dugl be- tween Pennington and,,Ghai-Hung would end. For a moment she hadjleft the little, ramshackle train to accom- pany her brother to Dawson's bunga- low, the died become haunted with a vague, indefinite that. she was being followed? a had. confided her fears to the missioner, but Hewitt, seeing in this sudden convic- tion still another symptom of the nervousntrouble he had already no- ticed, had not expressed surprise. “One gets odd riotions in these parts,” he told her easily, “It’s that same queer restlessness you hear among the trees that gives rise to hosts of native superstitions.” The explanation had sounded logi- cal enough but,-on the afternoon of the day Hewitt had started out to meet Pennington, Monica encoun- tered Chai-Hung-himself in @ narrow glade not a quarter of a mile from Dawson’s house. “TIsn’t it delightfully cool, under the trees,” she faltered as pléasantly as she knew how. She was aware of an uncomfortable feeling that Chai- Hung was a dangerous criminal with a price qn his head, a celebrity, in fact, that she must deal with tactfully until she could get in tplch with one of Dawdoti’s men. “Do you mind let- ting me'pass. I’m. in a hurry.” (Continued in Our Next Issue) A flock of 100 hens produce in egz- shells about 187 pounds of chalk nually. _ Dancing! McKenzie Roof Garden — Tuesdays, Tea dances, Coolest spot in Bis- marek, ‘ f£ | | t ' { ’ «