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

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Sitease’s OOOO) THE STATE’S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) YOUR MOTIVES Our motives —the mysterious impulses that cause us to do things — usually are more interesting than the thing we actually do. The other day 10,000 people, watching the ponies per- form on an eastern track, abruptly lost all interest in the 8% when a big fire started in the stables. That was nat- ural, since nobody is ever too busy to stop and watch a fire. We get! that) from our fireworshiping ancestors. Trapped in the wooden stables were 150 thoroughbred horses. Spectators by the hundreds rushed forward to + help in the rescue. Many dramatically braved the flames znd Geshed into the roaring furnace to wrap blankets around * the horses’ heads and lead them out. (Just why a horse refuses to leave a burning building is another mystery, never satisfactorily explained.) Out of the 150 horses, only nine perished. The rest were rescued —by people who had no direct interest in them. Why did they risk death to save the horses? The rescuers Wouldn’t have rushed into the flames to save a cat or a useful beast such a¥ a cow, sheep, hog or chicken., Only dogs or horses (occasionally people) appea: * to the rescuers. For one thing, the rescuers were responding to an in- stinct inherited from the days when savage dogs helped : fight the enemy and wild beasts, and horses were indis- pensable in combat and for travel and flight. The dog and the horse helped man over the rough bumps}. until he got in sight of civilization. Being indispensable, they naturally simply HAD to be saved in ancient times. To lose one’s dogs in the Far North or one’s horse in crossing the plains was often a matter of losing one’s life. That’s why they hung horse thieves in frontier days. Value was ? not a consideration. Horses and dogs no longer are indispensable to most of zs, but our inherited instinct still leads us into flames to rescue them. Another aitgle of the psychology of the race horse res- * cuers is that the race had worked :them into the frenzy of emotion without which the average person is backward about, : playing hero at the risk of life or limb. sThey had their conscious and subconscious selves about : nine-tenths concentrated—focused—on race hots These horses to them temporarily were the most important things : in the world—the horses in the stables, waiting to perform, as well as the ones on the track. t Get a man concentrated on anything (auto-hypnosis) and he’ll fight if you try to take it away. Reach for a match * or any worthless object on which a man has absent-mindedly concentrated, and watch him grab quickly to stop you. You can’t imagine a race horse trying to rescue a man. JAVA In Java, which has 4 population a third as big as ours, bubonic plague is so common that it kills half of the children | * before they are five years old. The Javanese take this as a _ matter of course, reports William Ferguson, globe trotter. He found the people of Java with the viewpoint that if the plague didn’t kill half the children the island shortly would be unable to sustain the inhabitants despite its fertility. Nature is cynical in its harshness. She deals only in cause and effect, action ad reaction, and the thing we call emotion is alien to her plans. Civilization is merely a band- ing together for mutual protection against harsh nature. ; Most of us have lost sight of this original purpose. CAUGHT * A ‘peospérous man of standing is arrested in Newton, N.C. Thirty-two years ago he escaped from the state peni- tentiary where he was doing 10 years for robbery. Now he goes ‘backiitdli@mi¢h his term. It must be a bitter pill to swallow; 30 many years of freedom. ? : Escaped convicts are not always captured. gyperal way Hiherson’s law of compensation holds good ‘and eventually.we have to pay the piper—even after 32 years. The scales at times do not seem to balance, because “what is joy to one may be punishment to another. We néver know how badly we are off, or how well, unless we “have contrast in our existence for comparison. 4 Hi But in a WHEAT 5 The world’s wheat crop this year will be 214 million bushels more than in 1922, according to the International | Ingtitute of Agriculture at Rome. - The gains are made in Europe, Asia, Africa and Aus- =trplia. The crop in North America, which includes our country and Canada, will be practically the same as a year =ago. Yet our wheat prices tumble. Which illustrates how _We are influenced by world conditions. An United States =f the World is rapidly being created. in economics — the system of supplying our material wants. | 1% Cheap wheat will ruin many farmers, but not the gen- =-e¥al farming industry. The Breeders’ Gazette, agricultural weekly points out that “less than 7 per cent of the value of farm crops and livestock last year was represented by the merican wheat crop. That percentage had seldom been ¢. ‘The one-crop farmer takes an awful chance. Many rs were, required to teach the south the wisdom of di- ~ versified be . But ‘the, south is well on its way toward i sson. é beset i fontioue Hee at ae capacity. other words, going fu F ; econotnists of National City Bank, conservative nc SS aweatie EDITORIAL Comments reproduced im this column may of may the opinion of Thi are presented our readers inay REVIEW PRESIDENT HARDING, The first onrush of a great national grief is no time to make nice esti- which history wil assign to Presi- dent Harding. “They are cast down Ly the sense of a personal loss and of a calamity to the country. They have seen Mr. Harding step out from among themselves as one of their own kind and take up the duties of aps tho highest office in h the utmost simplicity, yet with d'gnity; undazzled by power, and always ready to respopd to hu- man appeals which he never regard- ed as alien tohimself. Whatever his fellow-citizens may have thought of his public policies, they fell under the spell of his’ private charm, Now that he has gone men will be utter- ing variations on the old theme, “What shadows we are and what shadows.we pursue.” People will re- call the 4th-ef March, 1921, when the health, rode to the Capitol with the outgeing President, grfy.and shrunk- en and crippled. Now the strong man is taken while the invalid ig left. Surely there are tears in’ mortal things. If President Harding could speak | to his countrymen today he would bid them be of good cheer for the fu- ture of their Government, He never | set himself up as a super-man, indis- pensable to the national well-being. His favorite conception of the Ame ican Government was of a great in- stitution less dependent upon any in dividual than upon the drive behind it of an intelligent and honest de- | mocracy. As Garfield said in Wall Street in 1865, thut Government lives even though its Chief at the moment is stricken down. The sorrow which the nation feels at the death of a well-loved President need not today | be tinged with apprehension. The j{ lesson of Mr, Harding's career would not rightly be taken to heart if it did not help us to feel that the foundations of our Government vre ‘aid too deep and broad to be shaken ly even such a>shock as that caused ty his passing from the earthly scene.—N, Y, Times, JUBILEE EDITION The Bismarck Tribune celebrated its golden jubilee on July 11 by get- ting out a supplement to its regular edition that was a splendid piece of work, Halftones of the various de- partments and the officials of the company, along with reproductions of some famous issues of the past and istory of the city and the paper, je the extra one well worth sav- ing—Publishers’ Auxiliary; ADVENTURE OF THE TWINS By Olive Roberts Barton When Tiny Mite, the Pee Wee, asked the ligutning bug to take him to the moon, the lighting bug took him to a moonvine instead and left him on one of the big round white mates. The American people are not | thinking at this hour of the place | new President, radiant in abounding | j THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE | | All Signs Point in the Same Direction ITNe MEBBE | FaoL'eEM, Mesee ‘ ¥ PY Gouwy ! tLe STAY_RiGHT . LETTER FROM MRS. JOSEPH GRAVES HAMILTON TO ALICE HAMILTON MY DEAR DAUGHTER: ‘a I am sending this letter by Kar! to you and he will be able to answer all the questions about Leslie. that you will as' Leslie, my dear, has not written you because she has not been able to write to any ore. ‘| Five weeks ago she had a bad qu- tomobile accident and since then she has not been herself in mind or body. T have been wit her all the time and your father has been here ;almogt every week. She scems to be’ gettine better physically, but her mind is ndt normal, She just lies in bed, the most patient and sweetest girl you have ever known, but she takes no in- terest in anything or in’ anybody. She does exactly as we tell her, but nothing, on her own initiatives On account of the accident she lost her baby, and this is what is prey- ine on her mind. « { tlowers, “Oh, thank you, Mister Bug!” yawned ‘Tiny Mite. “I never knew the moon was so lovely, And doesn’t it smell good! But I'm so e-epy. I'll craw! into this hole, ! which must be one of the valleys 1} have heard of, and have a nap. Then you can take me Home.” Soon he was snoring like a buzz- aw. But the lightning bug was worried, He’g wasted so much electricity on his way from Pee Wee Land that he hadn’t a speck’ left and his right had gone out. And how on earth was he ever going to get Tiny Mite hack to Pee Wee Land when his nap was over. Besides, the real moon had come from behind the cloud and Tiny Mite would know he had been fooled “Oh, oh! What’ll I do?” said the lightning bug. Then all at once he noticed something. It was getting near daylight when moon flowers shut themselves up tight. And Tiny Mite’s | particular flower had started to turn itself slowly ‘round and’ round, all | the time getting littler and littler | ike a screw. “Oh!” said the bug. “I'll jet kim stay there and he can’t get out till tomorrow night, I'll have time to go home for more ’lectricity.” When Tiny “Mite woke up, there he was! Tighter ’n’ a wad of cotton in a gun. “Let me out! Let me out!” he yelled, pounding and pounding. “The moon’s closed up on me and I’m hun- gry and wanta go home.” Who should come along just then but Nancy and Nick, And they heard him. They'd been hunting for ever so long, for Tiny Mite’s bed-hadn’t been slept in and his mother was worried sick. “So this is where you are!” cried Nancy, pulling open the moon-flower end letting Tiny Mite out. “You'd better stay in Pee Wee Land, where you belon; said Nick. (To Be Contjnued.) | (Copyright, 1923, NEA ‘Service, Inc.) | | on. | A Thought > o Better it. is that it be said unto thee. Come up hither, than that thou shouldst be put lower in the pres- ence of the prince whom thine eyes have seen. —Prov, 25-7. When-ver you see ‘a man who is successful in society, try to discover what makes him sible adopt his sy: YELLOW POPULAR Yellow ‘is enjoying the greatest wraps, and in combination black, white and brown. DUVETYN BLOUSES . ; Some of the smartest overblouses. for fall are made of duvetyn, adorn- id: with bra‘ding or embroidery, '” with uit Poor Jack is almost beside him- self. I have never seen greater de- votion than his to Leslie, particular- ly as she does not seem to mind whether he is with her or hot, and it is breaking his heart. My dear child, you must too “slangy” among those English folks. I do not blame that young Englishman for thinking you are a “flopper,” as he called it. You know that you do not act that way at, home. Of course, I can see with your exuberant spirits what a temp- tation it would be to shock the staid minds of the English people you “i not be hoydenish, for remember that you have a duty to your county to per- form. You must not allow the Eng- lish men and women to think’ that meet, but I hope you will not be to | { our American girls are one whit be- hind their own in refinement, and | breeding. The other day Leglie had a little | flicker of interest. It was when I told her that Karl was sailing this week, She said she wishcd I would j get those pearl beads that you gave |her when she was married and sed jthem over to you by Karl. She re- | marked ‘she would\probably, not wear them for a long time and that they } Would begso beautiful on you. I was | delighted that she had this interest jin something, and greatly disappoint- edwhen, the next day, she seemed to-have forgotten all about her re- quest. A However, when’ Katl comes I ‘arf going to suggest that he take the beads to you. But you must be very careful of them, my dear, for Jack says he has never known Leslie to he so fond of anything as she is of those bezds. I looked at them this morning, and they are perfectly beautiful—the finest imitations 1 have ever known. So nearly perfect aire they that when I Inid them. be- side my own necklace of real pearts. I could not see any difference. <= I wish you would try to get an- other string like them over there, I would like to give some to Beatrice Grimshaw for a wedding present. | Karl will be here tomorrow «and he probably will bring you some sur- prising news. I am not. going to put it in this letter. « It is not improbable if Leslie is well enough that I may bring her over in time to come home with you this fall. Iam nearly mad with anxiety over her condition, for, Alice, you: know, I would much rather si her dead than to lose her mind. There, I had not intended to voice my fears about her, even to you, but Lookep To Me | LIKE You MISSED] THAT SHOT. vopularitv of its career this season. | It is used for complete costumes and, | EVERETT TRUE — BY CONDO \ | having done so, I will jet the letter BO. Be a good girl, Alice dear, and re- member your mother loves and trusts you. 4 Will keep you posted by cable if there is a turn for the worse in Les- lie’s condition. Lovingly, ~ YOUR MOTHER. You can’t have a good time and keep it, too.» The reason young. people don’t know any, better is they are not old people by a few years. Mosquitoes are small, but not small enough. \ Boll weevils are ruining so much ‘Cotton they may start making wool suits out of wool. Some marry for better or worse. Some to start an argument. Very few things that could’ hap- pén seem to do it, \ Paying bills is about the most ex- pensive thing on earth. A woman is a person who ! uses only commas when she talks. The trouble with running away, with a bunch of money is you have to go further than it does, Imagine the apology of a Dallas (Tex.) woman who hit a burglar by mistake for her husband! Horse meat is ing shipped En- rope. A horse on 2 urope. A cop’s auto was stolen in Chicago while he wasn’t in it, so they: didn’t get him, ‘ From July; to August was out of the frying pam, into the fire. An economist. is a man who ures on living. - — The June husbahd tells us mid- “moon, and harvested mioonshi night seems: like eleven o'clock in- stead of just nine pow. : ought to the coffee Mauss it is A waitress tells,us th Put rouge in’ 80 pale,” Loud bathing suits keep the men from going to 1D. + : . The mad college graduate tells us he has done ndthing all his life, but has finished dding it. ” x women are/ en! of busingss, One in, Spokane. ‘ing all jit a baggage man eye Crops are’'a little. Jate ‘this: ye: because the farmers 2 to wave.at the tourists. « i “alowly hot days you could take a time. ex- Some men move so, these Posure of them running, We will soon have. the: harvest ime,” , want a.man t0:feel at home vaine cain because the. dinner frqm the saddle. branches | ; ‘China NEA Service, Inc. 1928) BEGIN HERE TODAY Captain John Hewitt, Commission- er of Police at Jesselton, British North Borneo, has a widowed sister, Monica’ Viney. Peter Pennington is detailed by the government to ap- jprehend Chai-Hung, leader of The Yellow Seven, a gang of Chinese ban- dits.| Chai-Hung eaptures Captain {Hewitt and tells him that he means to kill him Hewitt is ‘held prisoner while Chai-Hung goes to call on Mon- |1e8. He asks her to visit him in-his ome NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Chai-Hung appeared ‘to reflect. He stepped presently; aside as she walk- ed --her pony past“him, his piercing eyes never leaving he! ce. She staredshard at a. leaf that gleamed white in a truant ray of tropical sunshine that, had managed to pierce the interwoven screen of foliage above, but a°force, greater than any she had yet encountered, seemed to be tugging, at her. A drowsy feeling crept over her and she woke, as if from a dream, to find herself looking down into orbs that glowed like wells of fire. The flabby fingers of the bandit’ had closed round the bridle and the Bajau pony |was browsing on the soft herbage that fringed the forest track. “One is fever in a hurry in Bor- neo,” he was saying. “I should like you to come and see me sometimes.’ “I'm afraid that would be impos- sible,” Monica hastened to assure him, “It must’ be perfectly obvious to you, Mr. Chai-Hung, that, under existing circumstances, a visit such as you suggest is entirely out of the | question.” Her cheeks had gone sud- denly paletand two’ bright spots of crimson glowed beneath’ her eyes. | “Please let go my bridle.” The Oriental did not appear have heard. * “[ admire you’ immensely,” he con- tinued with an oily smoothness that filled the girl with utter loathing. “I do not presume to imagine you have given credence to the exagggrated fairy-tales that have been spread con- cerning my supposed exploits. Nei- \ther would you be prepared to con- demn me without a trial. You will Kardly believe me, perhaps, when I tell you that I was actually on my | way to see you when’l had the good jfortune to meet you face to face, I was coming to leave my card.” to In spite of herself, Mrs. Viney could not restrain a smile. “Mr. Chai-Hung,” she protested. “You have seen fit to credit me with a certain amount of intelligence. I feel highly flattered, I assare you— until you deliberately proceed to in- sult it. Now, will you be good enough |to let me flo?” An ugly light shone in Chai-Hung's eyes and he raised his voice to a pitch that sent a chill sensation pass- ing. down her spine. “1 was going to tell you where I now live, Are you—afraid to come ‘and see, Mrs, Viney?” +< “Afraid? Of course not. : Why should I be afraid?” “Are you afraid’ of—that?” He held the thing before her face —so closely that she started back, momentarily incapable of visualizing it. Suddenly she clutched at the sad- dle and uttered a wild, piercing seream that set a colony of monkeys shrieking ‘and gibbering in, chorus. She was staring as if fascinated at a long, narrow. sttip of pasteboard, yellow and shiny, with'seven black dots marked clearly on its surface. ‘A second later and the Chinaman had uttered 9. peculiar, guttural cry sand footstegs began pattering down the glade behind her. Chai- Hung reached up as if to pull her The pony that had been peaceful- ly feeding brought up its head with a sudden jerk, causing Chei-Hung to slip sideways, losing his balance; and Monica, the shock bringing her to her senses, found herself raining blows from her riding-stock at the yellow horror at her side. . : Before the ring of. Chai-Hung’s men :could encircle her, she had pricked the pony’s flanks and ridden wildly. down the, foreat path, her aureole of soft curls blowing in the eeze, wren ‘had a.dim memory of the fa- miliar outline of Dawson’s bungalow, of a cook-boy taking’the reins from her ‘trembling: fing nd then she Knew that she was ig face-down- ward; in a long cane. chair, sobbing as if her. heart, would. break. . Centuries seemed to pass before she could muster up the courage to shout for the servant., i “Where ia the Tuan Hewitt 2” she inquired huskily. : “He went out before makan—and has not.yet feturned.””" >, 7: “"Not back yet?” she echoed bien! a Vand the Tuan Dawson? \ “Phe Tusn-Hakim ‘eats the air also.” * cc , “Bi-la,” she said ina tone that signified dismissal. still the ‘cook hoy hesitated. awit sahiby-take tea?” tea as soon as tired,” she ad- led, if-an excuse were necessary. The boy had almost disappeared through the doorway when: she called after him. . “Will you send,one..of the T KHakim’y orderlies. . I wish to speak tovhim.’ Bat foes "The master has taken, them all. A messenger came. to him, an hour ago, INCORPORATIONS ‘” Articles of incorporation filed with the Secretary of State include: First State. Bank of Loutt, Logan county; capital stock $15,000; incor- ‘ E, Barringer, M. R, Bar- E, Butteweiler, R. 4. Butte- “Will the -mem-! “I will h I : i: Rosia | Gtécery: Co, Mand capital st ‘$2,000; ““incorporatorg, AS, . Millet, Morris Rosen, Hin one Ray Farmers’ Credit Coi, Ray; apital stock $25,000; incorporators, ; H- Haget 0. M. Ondant, W. i, well, Cc: W. MeGee, W. W. bd THURSDAY, AUGUST 9, i923 FUE YECLON SEVEN” Tea! / By Edmund Snell, with an important paper. He was in a great hurry, for he did not stop to tell me when he would be back.” Dawson’s servant, entering noise- lessly, set the tray on the table in front of her. She glanced up weari- ly to ‘see the Oriental fall to ths hands on the boards, flattening him- self abjectly, his teeth chattering to- gether like a man with the ague. Fol lowing the direction of his frighten- ed eyes, ghe became aware that a broad shadow had fallen across the floor. The color left her cheeks and her hand shook so that some of the amber fluid fell from the spout on the lacquer tray. Chai-Hung stood on the threshold, his hands clasped in front of him, beaming amiably in spite of a certain shortness of breath. Behind him, on the wooden stairway, a hump-backed coolie, a red paper umbrella stuck under one arm, carried between his two hafds a thing that resembled a biscuit-box, shaped like a barrel, with a knob at one side and a hand at the top, the existence of which did not appear to have occurred to him. “T trust Iam not intruding, Mrs, Viney?” He dropped uninvited into a chair, “I have hastened to proffer my apologies for my conduct this afternoon. I have not been very well, amd the remains of a fever from which I had been suffering went to my head. “You see—I jhave brought my own tea,” pursued ithe; bandit. cheerfully, taking the metal hox;from the dwar who promptly effaced himself. “It is one of our customs which must appear rather strange to you, Mrs. Viney. In ancient times, which, for- tunately, perhaps, are .past—noboly could tell who were one’s, friends— and who were enemies. A very favorite method of dispatching one’s enemies was by poison. Hence thi quaint portable tea-pot. It was vented many centuries before vacuum flask and yet it possesses certain of its qualities. . Here we have the outer sheath~a metal con- tainer simply, with a hinged flap to cover the spout. If I were to show you the inside—you would find a china pot with a paddling all around it of horse-hair sewn into silk.” Monica, her interest suddeniy , aroused, looked up at him, He was holding the thing as his serVant had done—and not by the metal handle in the lid. He leant easily forward and placed it on the table before her, just clear of the tray. “Don't imagine for one instant that I brought it here because I believed you would poison’ me,” he observed with the innocent smile of a child. “It caught my eye as I left, apd I fancied that it might serve to amuse you.” With a deft movement, he tilted up the cap. (‘Observe the spout!” Monica, carried away by the ex- citement of the afternoon, by the flood of \ apparently inconsequent, chatter that flowed easily from the intruder’s lips, forced an exclama- tion of delight. A voice within jher kept. repeating itself over and over again, warning her to be on _ her guard. Dawson's servant had crawl- ed to his kitchen-quarters, and she sat alone at tea with,the most dread- ed desperado in Eastern waters. There was no trace, however, beneath the mask of affability he now wore, of the hideous idol that had frightened her in the forest. ° As Chai-Hung had so accurately pronounced—Monica was inordinate- ly curious. Her fingers itched to plore further and presently they hovered over the handle. “May Y?” she demanded sweetly. ~ “By all means,” ‘said the bandit, his head thrust forward. “I must explain one thing. You will find our tea a little different to that to which you are accustomed.” “I remember,” broke in Mrs. Vi. ney, gaining courage. “You told us abput it once, in my brother’s bunga- low.in Jésselton. Don't you remeu- ber? You said that we had treated the beverage shamefully, diluting with milk and spoiling it with sugar.” She grasped the handle and lifted the 11a slightly. The difficulty she had anticipated was not therd:< It came away quite easily. Snddenly, as she bentidowh to look inside, a door at her elbbw swung open and a tall.figure, plunging head- long through the “aperture, whirled the pot from her hands, ‘sending’ it #pinning rightinte:‘ChatHung’s: lap. She sprang téi/her ‘feet, ‘her eyes blazing indignation, the lid of the receptacle still between her: fingers, but the newcomer swept her uncere- moniously aside and stood, his shoul- ders stooping, the blue barrel of an automatic flashing m.the sunshine. (“Sit perfectly still, Mr. Chai- ung,” came the cool tones of Chi- ese Pennington. “It may interest ou to kno#?that I suddenly decided ‘to alter my plans for your capture and rounded up your people this afternoon. There were no casualties on our\ site, my friend!” But the bandit was not looking at Pennington’s, weapon. *The metal case lay open on his knees, display- ing only a white spout to which no Pot was attached—and the writhing, A sinuous body of a snake that was swiftly -uncoiling itself, \its head drawn back to strike! “The Passing of Zara-Khan,”-the next opisode of this gripping series, will start in our next issue. a“ ERMINE AND FOX One of the most luxurious fur wraps of the season is of white er- mine combined with silver fox. Dancing! McKenzie’ Roof Garden’ — Tuesdays, -Thurs-" days and Saturdays. 10c dances, Coolest spot in Bis- =