The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, August 7, 1926, Page 4

PAGE FOUR The Bismarck Tribune An Independent Newspaper THE STATE'S OLDEST NEWSPAPER (Established 1873) Published the Bismarck Tribune Company, “ismarck, N. D., and entered at the postoffice at Jismarck, as second class mail matter. George D. Mann... «President and Publisher “Subscription Rates Payable in Advance ly by carrier, per year.. eee. = in’ state "obtaide Bismarck)... Daily by mail, outside of North Dak Member Audit Bureau of Circulation A Member of The Associated Preas "The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the qe for republication of all news dispatches credited & it or not otherwise credited in this paper and also the local news of spontaneous origin pu! lished here- ta. All rights of republication of all other matter Werein are also reserved, Foreign Representatives G. LOGAN PAYNE wile tice\ Te ie, eee fower 3 . — , BURNS NEW vores . AND SMITH Fifth Ave. Bldg. =4Official City, State and County Newspaper) 7.20 6.00 ++ 6.00 A New Voice in Court Miss Margaret Latchem, 21 years old, tried her fifst case the other day in federal court at Kansas Cii2She prosecuted for the government, the case of the government of the United States of America agaimt Ruth Kelley, 25, charge with the possession und’sale of morphine. Hato. that holy of holies, that sacred inclosure where foregather the officials of the court, counsel brass cuspidors, comes a miss of 2h; a fedge Prosecutor. Shades of John Marshall! | x lemen of the bar,” the judge begins (you/ should have said ‘Ladies and Gentlemen’ this time, | J@@ey, “are there any formal matters to, come be- ar court this morning?” ‘Ther the new voice is heard, girlish, ringing, yet just-a trifle shaky. “Yes, your honor,” the voice says, “the govern- meat has a case to present at this time.” And so Ruth Kelly stands, the sister who jis the defendant, to answer the charge of peddling dope. There are tears in her eyes. rain down. The sister who is prosecutor watches the tears. Her chin quivers a bit, but she is calm. “Guilty of possession?” the sister who is pruse- cutor asks the sister who has erred. 4Guilty,” comes the answer. 2Then the sister who is prosecutor announces, in a formal voice, @ “nolle prosequi” (no prosecution) of the charge of purchase and sale. The defendant stands ready for sentence. Whe judge pronounces it—seven months in the county jail. Now the defendant weeps with vigor. The-critical a§sembly watches the sister who is prosecutor, She. stands composed, sure, strong. The slender girl with the bobbed hair has tried her first case for the. géyernment of the United States and won it. A new voice will be heard in the court of the gov- ernment of the United States hereafter. Perhaps it, would be well to put those spittoons to one side, ginilemen of the bar. ee Albert, Dictator King Albert of Belgium, always an admirable figure of a man and a splendid monarch if ever there was one, bulks even finer and better as Belgium’s dictator in this, her time of financial stress. De- spite all coercion and argument, once he has decided what to him seems best, financially at least, he sticks to it. A ‘Examine for a moment his edict that foreigners Staying temporarily in Belgium must pay a tax of 20'per cent of the prices of hotel rooms as well as a tax of 15 per cent of the price of their food and an- other provision that all motor cars belonging to foreigners are subject to a daily circulatitn tax of 10 francs. At first glance it seems the height of utter folly. Killing the goose that lays the golden _ egg. That is what all the hotel keepers of the king- dpm told him. But it turned him not. What matters it to a dic- tétor if any one class suffer if the country is saved? And the way Albert, king and dictator, figured the problem out was that if there was no tax many foreigners would come, the innkeepers would profit, bist the government would be just as poor. So he decided that if there was a stiff tax imposed it mtight drive some people out of Belgium and curtail the tourist trade, but for everyone who did travel int Belgium a nice fat sum would find its way—not into the pockets of the innkeepers—but into the cof- férs of the government, where it is so sorely needed. ¢Hard on the poor hotel keepers? Of course it is. How could it be otherwise? But consider how much ter the whole country will be if Albert's theory rks out! Perhaps it will not be successful, but itgcan at least be tried out. “Dictators must be ruthless. They are an unsavory means of getting an unpleasant and difficult task , They must be firm, even harsh, even unrea- ible—just so the result is good—and people will se up to thank them. Lofty Ambition #if the possession of lofty ambition for the better- ment of the world was an open sesame to success in that laudable aim and purpose, then the institute of Politics, which has just opened its sixth annual ses- signs at Williamstown, Mass., is destined to change whole political complexion of the world and pro- di a new era of peace and understanding that will approach a veritable millennium. No vague scheme or ideal is this, they claim, for cooperation and a revision of the Dawes plan accomplish the < i z : sere g i aE Soon they begin to| affairs in Europe will tell you that they are unbe- lievable accomplishments, not soon to be duplicated or even equaled. Faith, they say, moves mountains and does, in truth, perform miracles. But here we must have a faith that is intimately shared in by millions and billions of people to be a success, Disarmament? {| Well, maybe, but still—very doubtful. In a decade jor two--perhaps, All these things are wonderful ; goals to strive for, but let us not, ostrich like, in the striving for such mighty future ideals, neglect THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE i | | the lowly opportunities at hand to cement the feeling , } {of international brotherhood as a prepa: {such future developments. Getting Up More Steam ration for |! Washburn undoubtedly is destined to be a big fac- |; ;tor in the industrial development of the Missorui {slope section. With the completion of a $400,000 steam power plant, feeding a high line 1,500 mile: jin extent, it will be a distributing point of no mean jimportance. The combined advantages of practic- ito have an important bearing on its future growth. | the Jatter part of September, is having a stimulat: | ing effect on Washburn citizens, ‘available for development, but the erection of the big plant is proof that outside capitalists are real- | izing them. | Plans have been under way for some time for cer- jcitizens now are determined to keep pace with the | progress at the steam plant. This project has been jearried through on schedule time. Several build- | ing betterments have been made and a big part of a | sewer system has been completed. The Commun- | ity Club of Washburn is taking a leading part in | pushing through projects in the town itself, as well as advancing improvements of the river-and sur- rounding territory. é | It is rather fortunate that some people are bad enough to give good people something interesting to talk about. Marriage itself isn’t a failure. Usually it is the j persons who engage in it that give it a black eye. The crime situation isn’t hopeless. Nobody has {yet suggested a conference of the opposing sides. Many a good flivver gets cussed by someone who \ doesn’t understand it. Same is true of people. The upkeep is the downfall when the outgo ex- ceeds the income. | Editorial Comment | Detroit’s Example ‘(New York Times) For many large cities in this country beset with problems of traffic congestion there should be in- ‘spiration in the work courageously undertaken by | Detroit. . It had a population of 285,000 in 1900 and 1,242,000 in 3925. The resident of Detroit will tell you that his city is growing at the rate of 100,000 a year, and that there is one motor car for every three inhabitants. But Detroit is planning for the future. In the past few years many millions have been spent to facilitate street traffic; but they are as nothing compared with the plans which the vot- ers of the city have recently approved. These call for the expenditure of more than one hundred mil lions. The major project, which includes the condemna- tion of property adjacent to Woodward Avenue, the city’s main artery, involves demolition of a score of skyscrapers. The cost is estimated at about $' 000,000. This will create an avenue eight miles in length and 120 feet in width, leading from the cen- ter of the city. Other important streets, affecting the downtown section, are to be widened at a cost of $40,000,000. A street running straight across the city was recently condemned for the purpose of making it 80 feet in width, but before the work was begun the plan was changed and it is to be 120 feet wide. & Thus Detroit is setting an example which other cities are bound to follow. Streets capable of ac- commodating ten or twelve lines of motor cars, with frequent tunnels for pedestrians under them, are certain to come. They will be good investments for the cities. New York City has the wealth to imitate Detroit, and certainly it has no lack of reasons for doing it. i { | | | Reviving a Mystery (Grand Forks Herald) The murder mystery at New Brunswick, N. J., | which has just been brought to public attention again by the arrest of the widow of one of the victims of the crime, is in many respects one of the most pe- culiar in the annals of crime. The murder, which occurred four years ago, attracted wide attention at the time because of its sensational features and the manner in which every lead followed by the au- thorities seemed to bring them up against a blank wall. Numerous bits of evidence were found, tend- ing to implicate first one and then another person, but so far as the public is aware, each of these pieces of evidence was controverted by some other evi- dence of equal credibility. Several persons were sus- pected at different times on what appeared in each case to be good grounds, But in each case the evi- dence on which such suspicion was based was shat- tered, and the whole case fell to the ground, Commenting on the report or impression that be- cause of the wealth and social standing of some of the persons affected the authorities failed to prose- | cute the case with vigor, an attorney familiar with the case discredits any such idea, His theory is that if there had been collusion between representa- tives of the state and the criminal or criminals for the suppression of the facts, so many persons would necdssarily have been informed that the secret must have leaked out long ago and that the prominence. ref persons interested would have tended to dis- close rather than conceal the facts. The_case is one of several thus far unsolved. mys- which have baffled the authorities and pu sled the public. ally unlimited lignite and water resources are bound |} The new plant, which will be ready for operation |} They have always ! { been conscious that plenty of opportunities were} tain improvements -at Washburn, and evidently its} | THE STORY SO FAR Sandy MeNeil, in love with life, ni marti Murillo, a rich Italian, e: to please her ¥. Tyranny by and frequent A son dies at birth. 4 , her uncle, aids in plans trip to Honolulu. Ramon Worth, who declares his love. Murillo says he will never release her. Judith (Moore, a cousin, tells Sandy love is everything. Sandy leaves Mu: rillo and accepts the kindly attention: of Ramon, whose home she shat When her mother dies she leaves Ramon and goes to live with her} cousin, Judith. Douglas Keith, the nian whom Judith loves, introduces his friend, Hal Hume, a doct Judith, He, himself, falls in Tov with Sandy ‘who reeiprocates “his ef). fection. Judith heart- w! broken. meets Ramon Worth who rom .the Orient, and she tells Douglas ofthis return. Th together. ‘o Ramon's of-| s urgent request. He shoots and commits suicide. Sane~| Then Doug- yw, hi n to Hal Hume's shack whei ed that her name is_con Rthe scandal. before d it is } nected las is on the d Doug! ing, he murder. arns of this © she determines to tell t sire knows | of the affair and thus vindicate Doug-; w, las, i GO ON WITH THE STORY FROM HERE. Chapter 118 He stood at the kitchen door, his back to Judith. Judith noticed the slump of his shoulders; the lighted cigarette that he flicked but didn't smoke. She noticed the white hydra: that in one moonlight had bloomed| with such mysterious, arresting’ p, beauty---bloomed behind two fingers clasped joyously in each other's | arms. The hydrangeas looked dusty in the sunlight—-dusty against the blue walls of the kitchen porch. Such a color to paint a kitchen porch,/ Judith now thought resentfully. Douglas turned, shoved a hand wearily over his hair, “They're tak- ving a devil of a time.” “Yes; they are.” They avoided other's eyes. {i i is | miserably Tuesday _ morning—morning feashamcsunny, | Sen | neenlag:| stared at the newspapers spread out as Judith’s sister had left them. Splashed all over the front page we: pictures of himself and Sandy. Vi ad, dramatic accounts of ‘the sen- sational windup of the Worth mur- An artist's sketch of |, she stood with the. sun- j ing on her white, haunting as she stood in that moment face; just before she fainted; just as she: called out: “Douglas—oh, you hear— Dor didn't do it— couldn't do it—' she said that and swayed. He felt her soft, yielding body in his arms—his face Agslnes her cheek. And he now bit his lips—the print of the newspaper blurring. He shoved his hands one after another over his hair,. “God, they're am ca oti i ‘ ‘They looked at each other then. In|* the mind of each was an image of Sandy—Sandy with the sheet pressed | to her sheet crimson with her blood. He leaned on hi: ing long, stifli ing. ; They were waiting for, d verdiet— another verdict now. In’ the room with joes setae Hal ‘ taking a terrible; two hands, draw- breaths—wai Sandy was a Home had were in ‘the living and, dy th came tq Bares the t. 80 thin—e blue line jouth—the mouth she ily to his— “SANDY” , Saridy and her mother to take-a ¢g, There she meets hanged had walke f : to.$his way happening. peak. soa: andy, Doug? ie see yor + 4He ‘wants to watch her for ;“What did he tell cal ELENORE MEHERIN He tried bitterly to put this image him... He: shoved the ewspapers, Lord—how violently un- ndurable . + how incredible all ected scenes trooped through is mind—a_ cell—Conners_spatter- ig tobacco juice on the floor—the inks where a fellow:sentenced to be a food ‘eaten with is fingers. Then an office—a man lying dead—someone creeping along the flaoy—creeping and moaning— ithe scenes trooped through his in nind in a shuddering disorder— ightmare acenes. Again he pushed his hair, one hand ter the other. Not nightmare. eality. All this had happened—all A door opened. ‘They ‘both started violently; But hen Hal Hume came, neither could They looked at him limply. iy don’t you go and see She'll be wanting to He rubbed his teeth over his lower “What—Hal—what does Mat- say a hi «. He'll He ants her kept very quiet. . . Douglas went from’ the shook his head at Judith. ‘Matthews He doesn’t little “hope.” come again. fe much hope—ver: Oh, not that bad, Hal “I've feared it all along... . the round lit up some old tuberculosis and that trip—and the fright- strain.” ‘But she was so gay this morn- ++ She was laughing and talk- I know—she will.” Then Douglas came with ttle boy trustful: itiful adith. 2? We in save her? She's much brighter. he’s bette: And ‘it was like this for 2 week— Judith came so often and found im sitting at Sandy's - bed—sitting i) | The Millstone - [_svmanrramus BY conDo | : ’ there, holding her hand--or some- times. kissing her hand—pity and love in his eyes—love and pity in his voice— He followed Judith to the kitchen. better today, Jude.” “I thought so, Douglas, She seem- ed better today.” * | Then he sat down and leaned his; chin on his fists. And a al those distorted images went through i Another ’ one followed Emma| had a way now of following him about--a way of coming up abruptly ing his face.. Of saying “My boy—oh, my lad—don’t d—you must be yourself these—the image of Emma. be, of course—Let her little time—just a little ti “Jude—how in.the name .of God did. all this come to you and.me? How did all this come to her?” “I wonder about it,, Douglas.” “Sandy wonders about. it too, Jude —Oh, if we could just get this—Jude, you and I could take her away—" 5 Sudith went-up to him and pulled a chai it “Yes—if we could do this, Douglas—’ “It’s coming to her. All her life, Jude—how awful everything has been lor ‘ And Judith found no words—noth- ing except to answer “Ah, yes—how awful—" i thought ‘of Sandy wishing for a light along.the path—wanting someone to hold aloft a torch light- ing up the path. She had so wanted ardent, sweeping; One. so blithe, so very) has right to this. She had wished to go.arrogantly, a young queen taking as she would. And she had found life indifferent to arrogance and youth—life us to all this. Life is so ruthless in the way it fastens con: mees, taking even of queens mere little: links in chain, Not even ki may. live their lives A light al the th—Sandy wanted this. “Teaith now her love—so . wanted raptures. lunging along through shado' Pyaning down the centuries of hands Fe hi A STORY OF A GIRL OF TODAY A QUIET INTERLUDE derry bowed stiffly as I introduced him to Joan, and helped us into the car: The drive out tq the farmhouse was filled with smell talk, although I could feel that. Jerry, underneath his Manner, was weighing our every word with quiet intensity. Just as we drew up to the gate Joan turned to me: “Only a few days now and we'll be away trom all this,” she said. “How hes ated the crossing to Europe will seem.” 1 smiled at her. ‘Jerry said nothing, but he looked as thoughhe had received his death blow as he helped us out of the car, with great formality. He made some excuse about park, Joan and I fined path to- ing the roadster and walked up, the ’syringa gether. 1 will never forget that evening as long as I shall live. T! ft pur. plish twilight in which we had started from the. city had deepened. into darkness. The heaven: ubove were studded with twinkling stars that, seemed to have some connauni- cation with the tiny glittefin, earth's stars, as one might have calle the fireflys, which flitted in and out among the low foliage, giving one the impression that they had just from among, their fellows in| my head a little, I saw in shadows, No light raised, These armies of men and women vanish- ing, leaving no light—no mark. Yet, here and there a symbol raised—a cup of hemlock- . 8 Down the endless dark path only this—now and then a cross raised—- now and then the cap of hemlock. ippily in miled at, avernous 5 at brown, ely head— ow good just to lie here like this and let her hand rest in his. She thought:” “I'm glad to be here —glad to be wenk. . ... Then he loves me more. . . . Just a little while. ... . Soon I'll have to give him up... . I do this—I've learned—' She said all, this to herself, plan- ning for the day when she wen be one well and breezy and stron, Yet glad that day was still distant atill far off. She erly: “Douglas, you looked at s though you were older—why, hi you pity me. ni ror in heart surely think have—who have load on you, don’t stop me—but when you are; alone, when you close the door of your room and shut me away and do not have my. hand in yours, then do you think, ‘Wh; id she come into my life—why did 1 ever know her? Ah, you think this?” inden eon m from down, “N dy, 1 don’t think this, 1 wonder why—why it came-to you--to you and to me—yes. . But we'll forget—we'll goon that.” She reached: her| is face—she clung to him ith her eyes, “Say that,” Douglas, a filled—pity and Jove, love se er te pat. Kis terms aboot her, Fishing so to spare her. “I say it, , ; 78 30.” Sun_ com- Breeze . Pharly. day. in April. ing through the silver gauze. a veer tatched thet happy ~Sandy wai of Tight. It went crookedly over the mirror. the sun rippl of I 5 ing to ber mind, the goantnin:ielnnds foaming. i lown horizon lines. pen standing there, moonlight on the waters. Brown shape- lowered; eyes laughing as Beat quickly—very juici | tut thoug! the'sea again.” quickly. in “7 never watch face—frighte yeaa pa ly between sured T r—now I'm better. tele” Sear’ Sanden ‘Then E . if ane She ca ae OTtig ete i iy = | : 4 the moon's thin crescent just over my right shoulder and close down Ly ite lower pointe brilliant atar seemed to punctuate with s period the sen- eee led 1, had lived the ‘las: feW\months. I took it for a good omen. In silence Joan and I went up the walk. Jerry still dehind. Joan's hand. stole into mine. I knew that she too feeling that blessed peace which was filling my heart. As though to emphasize the pro- sale life of everyday we came upon the porch where the t: ith its white table cloth was set in homely fashion and lighted by. four candles in glass candlesticks. . There were pats of new made but- ter, and dishes of scented honey, crisp pickles. and colorful janis dotted about.the tahle. These things I had not seen since I had left my father's house. 2 There was en odor of broiled chicken which, ming! with the scent of thi me I was hungry- re had eaten nothin~ since my coffee in the morning. None of us spoke as we three were seated at the table. Jerry's face was inscrutable, lanced at it furtively once or twi He seemed to have shut me out of his mind entirely. It was as though I were not there. (Copyright, 1926, by NEA Service.) TOMORROW—The Crescent Moon. arm and whisper: “Isn't she bet- teg? A little better tonight?” Closing their minds with the violent resentment of E hal) abi ning the presence stealing raell . upon them; the presence. that. hed entered the houle ang new. stole ever nearer. 8 stil 6 Two weeks they sat in the kitch- en listenihg in forget it! », angu! their feet in terror et coughed; dreading whi would bring. When the terror passed ai lay back drained; when finally smile and murmur huskily, T better,” they would stai war pet Gye gator hesprenden erying, as hysterical : “Yes, tte "ON, eir hearts breaking bec: pered: “I’m happy—oh, m they saw this hope of hers they. ig beh tt “She n't guess! joesn’t. even dream there's danger.” But she felt their wet eyes. Her mind informed her with poignant coldness: “They ci Be- cause you're "re. dying. A little ‘Bhe watched the Apri] sun. Fadin, now. Only this morni it had danced ppily—so crookedly ‘acroas:the mirror. Only this morn- ing. she thought he had ‘lifted her up—carried her away. Ah, .no—evening coming and she lay. here. 20. weak. Sh \t: leeding to death—I'm raid Then she felt his lips moving over er hands. She touched his eyes. They. were. full of tears. ‘he tears fell liks. warm jewels ers. led, imagi jamonds sparkling on. her said faintly, a note of gled- ness in her voice: “You're crying, Douglas — dear Douglas, I’ve only you ery.” that, Sandy. 1 love “Don't say your love, las—oh, ler Wag eee feel: ry for you. e “ not to “I need need it a to cry. Ghe defiance: “I'm raid—I won't be afraid.” Odd, to her mind— ial Serene with pathetic n would ~And suddenly she saw the again and the waters sparkli1 Poamiaa caning with a reaching out a id to her, Dor saying: “Step out, Sand: jump out bra i} let-the waters touch you—I'll row 1 out there—see where the waters And bhe gave, a little trembling laugh, esa s—y have shown me the light—I ven it 5 on the s0— ted and las r not