Cottonwood Chronicle Newspaper, March 7, 1919, Page 5

Attention Farmers placement. The repair problem can be much Wiaxphidied by ‘this method. While we have always tried to meet promptly every call of this kind, realizing hew valuable your time is, having this advance information will aid us very much in making our service com- plete. A list of your ptssibl@requirements will enable us_ to to check up our stock of repairs to see that nota sin- ba ad ys IS is a splendid chance for farmers to take stock on their harvesting and haying machines, or any others they will use during she year. Look each one over carefully and note any part that may need ,Te- A little later you will: be pressed for time and then a thorough examination will be almost im- possible. gle part you might need is missing. We want tocut toa minimum the time between thé need of a repair part and its supply. THis you can help us do by giving us this list Before or dur- ing Repair and Inspection Week, March 3-8. Cottonwood Hardware & Iniplement Company PATHE PHONOGRAPH We carry the well-known PATHE PHONOGRAPH and invite all persons contemplating purchasing a phonograph to look into the merits of this wonderful machine. The Busy Druggist ecm Puatanteed to Play a Record 1000 Times DRUG STORE T. F. Schaecher, Prop. ==. Cottonwood, Idaho = HARRY C. CRANKE AUCTIONEER, NEZPERCE, IDAHO Have been conducting sales all over the northwest My business shows my ability to handle same DATES FOR SALE MADE at Chronicle Office Money must accompany all Le orders for eggs. Express or parcel post charges to be paid by purchaser. order early. ET. STOLZ, Box 8, GREENCREEK, IDAHO SF SRSA enone ener Petar enone op pense a seca Hatching EGGS For Sale : Rose Comb Rhode Island Reds Nelson and Watson Strain ing pen. * breeders. Just a few settings to spare at $1.75 per 15 Eggs First come first served. Address As winter layers they . Nothing but prize stock used in breed- Tested and tried for egg production under the Hogan system. . Nothing under 150 egg type used as We feed no drones. Eggs $1.50 per 15 or $9.00 per 100 Ringhouse Strain White Wyandotte The Acknowledged Champions of the West They are dandy year round layers. are hard to beat. Please TEAMS FOR HIRE Anyone wishing the services of a team and good | iver can procure same by calling Will make trips to any part of the county. Nezperce Phone 1437 B. J. BIEREN” 4 ~ The Chronicle Can Handle Your Job Work. Try Us The .Wide, Wide World ened By S&S. B. HACKLEY (Copyright, 1918, by McClure Ne Syndicate.) + “Oh, Bobby, we can’t tell your moth- er that! How will we tell her?” Flora Nelson’s large eyes filled as she clung to Robert*Greer, who had just cautiously entered the back door of his mother’s cottage. Early that morning, in the court- house at West Hardtown, 100 miles from Burnham, Robert had seen his father, Charles Greer, sentenced for life to the state's prison. In the big front bedroom, Jael, the young fellow’s mother, for six weeks close to death of fever, lay slowly recovering. Two weexs before, the father, who worked aboard the river. steamer Mary Ann, had quarreled with Cyrus Canter in West Hardtown. Cyrus and Ananias, brothers and surly, had provoked the quarrel that ended in a fight with chairs, Green had not meant to kill the man, but he forgot the power in his arm, ahd Cyrus’ neck was broken at the first blow. Robert had warned thelr friends and neighbors to keep his mother in igno- rance of what had happened, and hoped against hope that his father would go free. But the Canters were influential people in West Hardtown, and the trial had coded unhappily for Greer. The boy—he was scarcely twenty— took his sweetheart’s face between his trembling hands, “We won't tell her, Flo,” he whis- pered, “we won’t ever tell mother—not even If she comes to die. Dad said for me to make her believe he’s dead!” “Dead!” gaspi Flora, “make her believe that? Wy, she’s looking for him today, as soon as the Mary Ann's unloaded. She came in about an hour ago.” * “TI know it!” Robert’s lips trembled. “But we've just got to think of some way to make her believe dad’s dead. He says we must be dead to him—nev- er write to him nor try to see him— he couldn’t bear that! The Mary Ann—” A roar that shook the panes in the windows drowned his words. The Mary Ann would never run up the river again! Before many days the bodies of the captain and the three deckhands who died when the explosion sent the boat to the bottom of the river came to the muddy surface of the stream and were jdentified, but the bodies of the remainder of the crew were never recovered. It was easy to say that Charley Greer was one of the dead, but Jael refused to believe it. “Charley was always the: first, man off the boat when she docked!” she insisted. “He’d always come to the house to see me a moment, then he’d go back and help unload. I tell you, Bobby, Charley tsn’t dead. He's alive and well somewhere! He’s always wanted adventure and he’s never got to have any. He begged me to go with him, when we were first married, to some w'ld country in South Ameritea, where he could hunt, but I was afraid, Then you and your three little sisters '] that died came along and he quit talk- ing about ft. And now, since you've been grown, Bobby, he’s hated to say anything about wantin’ to wander for fear you'd laugh:at him. I just believe he’s slipped off from us all to\go some- where and take his fun! And when he’s had it he’ll be coming back. Why, Bobby, what makes you cry? Don't you know daddy'll be coming back?” When six months passed with no letters from her husband, Jael ex- plained his silence to her son by, the fact that he was in the wilds, where no mail could be sent out, but at the end of the year, at each meal, she set a fancy plate that Charles had always liked at his place at table. “He'll be coming in at just any time now, Bobby,” she told him, “A yearis generally all the time men stay on a hunting trip, isn’t it?” “Why, no, mother,” Robert ex- plained, “I've read that Englishmen who hunt spend as much as six months or a year in one place, trying out the hunting in each place. Sometimes they put in five years or more at hunting big game, and if they take a notion to go on exploring trips there's no telling how long—” Jael’s face fell. “Stay away from their families all those years, Bobby?” Robert averted his eyes, “Of course they know they're coming back to 'em, mother.” For an instant her Hps qulivered. then she smiled again, “Of course, and we want daddy to have all the fun the rest of ‘em have. He knows you'll look out for me and never leave me while he’s gone, Bobby. Charley worked awful hard all them twenty years that’s past; he’s earned a long, long holiday, We oughtn’t to say a word, even if he’s taken a notion to tour the wide world around, and we'll stay right here in.this house and wait for him unfil he comes back !” Robert's ruddy face paled. Flora’s mother had been ordered to Colorado to live, and Flora was her only child and support. Flora would have to go to Colorado with her; her cousin had already secured a teacher's place for her there — and he — he'd Intended to take his mother and go out #iere, too. But now— He gentle obstinacy. Neer would she leave her home while she expected his father back! And he could not leave | to marry him. But somehow - did not understand. {was hoarse. “Tl keep mother out there where - she can live, Bobby,” she told ~ oie “and fll wait for you.” -- ° : “But. for how long?” Robert's valde “Mother'll never quit boping, and I—I can't ever tell her about’father, Flora!” “I. know,” she answered. “I wouldn't Want to walk to happiness over her broken heart. We—we won't be the first people that fate’s kept apart, Bob- by, and it isn’t as if one of us were dead. We can keep on loving each other across that thousand miles, and -—I'll wait for you, Bobby—I'll wait, if It’s the rest of my life!” Five governors had served in the twenty years before Claudius Bassett Was elected. In the second month af- ter his election, Bassett paid a visit to the state prison farm, and the’ im- Pression made on him by the yearn- ing eyes of the forgotten bits of hu- -manity there—men whose names years before had been laid away in the state's files, as nu:mbers, and forgotten, kept the young governor awake that night and for many nights afterward. It stirred him to investigate the rec- ords of convicts who had served long terms, to see that mercy was extended where mercy was due, and to permit >the rewards of good conduct provided by law. Governor Bassett's first visit to the prison farm was six weeks past, when one day Robert Greer sat in his moth- er’s garden, while Jael for the twice ten-thousandth time hopefully set the evening table for three, and put the little vase of grass pinks that “Char- ley” loved, in the center of: the white cloth, The young man held an open letter in his hand—Flora’s last letter. “Dear Bobby,” it read, “I'm in trou- ble. Mother has taken a notion to go back home to live. I don’t know what T'm to do. She has not been sick one day ‘In all the years we've been in these glorious mountains, but one win- ter back there, Bobby, would mean her deatht And, oh, Bobby,” the letter went on, “Col. Oscar McClean, that rich old ranchér I told you about, has again taken {t into his head to marry me! He worrles me so, I’m afraid I'm getting more wrinkles than a-woman of my age ought to have!” Robert dropped the letter on the grass with a groan. “I've let her walt for me twenty years,” he said aloud; “I can’t stand it! I don’t believe I can stand It any longer!” The man who had come up silently behind him, touched his shoulder, “What's that you can’t stand, son?” Robert turned his head. “My God, daddy! Where did you come from?” he cried. Greer drew his parole papers from his pocket. “I'm free, Robert! I’ve been here since yesterday, and I've found out what Jael thinks. I’ve spent a heap of time since I've been down there studyin’ over maps and readin’ about foreign countries I'd always wanted to see, I. can tell her a lot about 'em and she can keep on think- in’ I’ve been travelin'". Maybe we can go to sOme of them places’ together !” “Go in and tell her!” Robert point- ed to the house, “I've got to send a telegram.” , An hour later Flora received his messege, “Don’t worry any more. I’m coming tomorrow !” How Josh Billings Arrived. Josh Billings, the humorist, was not appreciated when he offered his first contribution to a paper in his home town, according to a correspondent of Christian Register, who was personally acquainted with him. He then con- eluded to follow Artemus Ward’s ex- ample and misspell his articles so as to attract attention. “In this absurd shape,” he said, “I sent one of my un- fortunate production’ to the New York Weekly. I soon got a letter accepting my manuscript and asking me for more. In time I was under a big salary not to write-for any other paper.” One of Josh Billings’ eccentricities de- seribed was his “Lecture on Milk.” In this lecture he never sald a word about milk, but a glassful of that liquid stood on his desk while he talked and was occasionally sipped by him as he spoke. As milk was his support whiie he talked, rather than water or something stronger, his lecture was in truth given “on milk.” Great Facts Hard to Win. The highest truths are hard to put into entertaining forms. You expect to teach children through stories, games and the exhibition of the con- crete. Grown-ups are expected to learn from the facts presented, arguments and the abstract. Empty heads and near-empty heads have to be constant- ly amused. Abstract facts are too elusive for their truant observation and perception. Tney need spoon-fed products. With men of brains it’s dif- ferent. They love problems hard to solve. They grow by responding to life’s challenges. So when you think things tame begin to find why they are so. The chances are you will find the fault In yourself. You haven't given all the attention you should, The great- est facts have to be sought to be won. Only the ordinary and fleeting courts you.—Exchange. Barbarity. “Oh, the awful thing that’s happen- ed to Cutie Smith, over in France!” gasped Heloise of the rapid-fire res- taurant. “He was in a front line trench, and them Hun devils attacked with flame throwers and burnt poor new his mother’s | Cutie nearly all over!” “Aw, a good kid like Cutie!” walled Claudine of the same establishment. “Why couldn't they be decent enough her alone. There was nothing to do | to serve him rare instead of well tut $0 geigane a ene ee Gone?’—Kansas City Star. i — Ee m/MUST INCREASE. FOOD EXPORTS America Called on by End of War to Supply Added Millions, ECONOMY STILL NEEDED. Over Three Tanes Pre-War Shipments Required—Situation In Wheat and Fats Proves Government's Policy Sound, With the guns tn Europe silenced, we have now to consider a new world food situation, But there can be no hope that the volume of our exports can be lightened to the slightest de- gree with the cessation of hostilities, Millions of people liberated from the Prussian yoke are now depending upon us for the food which will keep them from starvation, With food the United States made {t possible for the forces of democ racy to hold out to victory. To insure democracy in the world, we must con- tinue to live simply in order that we may supply these liberated nations of Europe with food. Hunger among a people. inevitably breeds anarchy. American food must complete the work of making the world safe for democ racy, Last year we sent 11,820,000 tons ‘of food to Europe. For the present year. with only the European Allies to feed, we had originally pledged ourselves to |: @ program that would have increased our exports to 17,500,000 tons. Now, to feed the liberated ‘hations, we will have to export a total of not Jess than 20,000,000 toas—practically the limit of loading capacity at our ports, Ke viewing the world food situation, we find that some foods will be obtainable in quantities sufficiept te meet all world needs under a\regine of eco nomical consumption. On the other hand, there will be marked world shortages in some importunt commodl- tles, Return to Normal Bread Leaf, With the enlarged wheat crops which American farmers have grown, and the supplies of Australia, the Ar gentine and other markets now acces sible to shipping, there are bread grains enough to enable the nations to return to their normal wheat loaf, provided we continue to mill flour at a high percentage of extraction and maintain economy in eating and the avoidance of waste, In fats there will be a heavy short- age —about 3,000,000,000 pounds — in pork products, dairy products and vegetable oils. While there will be a shortage of about three million tons in rich protein feeds for dairy, ant mals, there will be sufficient suppliés of other feedstuffs to allow economical consumption. In the matter of beef, the world's supplies are limited to the capacity of the available refrigerating ships, The supplies of beef in Australia, the Ar gentine and the United States are suf ficient to load these ships. There wili be a shortage in the importing coun tries, but we cannot hope to expand exports matertally for the next months in view of the bottle neck in trans portation, We will have a sufficient supply ot sugar to allow normal consumption in this country If the other nations re tain their present short rations of in crease them only slightly. For th countries of Europe, however, to In crease their present rations to a mua terial extent will necessitate our shar Ing a part of our own supplies with them, Twenty Million Tons of Food, ‘Of the world total, North America will furnish more than 60 per cent. The United States, including the West Indies, will be called upon to furnish 20,000,000 tons of food of all kinds as compared with our pre-war exports of about 6,000,000 tons, While we will be able to change our Program in many respects, even a casual survey of the world supplies In comparison to world demands shows conclusively that Europe will know famine unless the American people bring their home consumption down to the barest minimum that will maip- tain health and strength. There are conditions of famine In Europe that will be beyond our power to remedy, There are 40,000,000 peo ple in North Russia whom ‘there is small chance of reaching with food this winter. Their transportation Is demoralized in complete anarchy, and shortly many of their ports will be frozen, even if internal transport could be realized. To Preserve Civilization. At this moment Germany has not alone sucked the food and animals from all those masses of people she has dominated and left starving, but she has left behind her a total wreck- age of social institutions, and this mass of people is now confrouted with absolute anarchy. If we value our own safety and the ovcial organization of the world, If we value the preservation of civillzation itself, we cannot permit growth of this cancer In the world’s vitals, Famine is the mother of anarchy. From the Inability of governmeni» to secure food for their people grows revolution and chaos, From an ability to supply thelr people grows stability of government and the defeat of an- archy. Did we put it on no higher plane than our interests in the pro tection of our institutions, we must bestir ourselves in solution of wir problem, SEA ELEPHANTS, i aeegi ' “Good-day,” said Mrs. Sea.Elephant, as she saw Mrs. Sarah Sea Elephant. “How are you today?” “Nicely thank you, and how about | yourself?” “Well indeed,” said Mrs. Sea Ele- Phant, generally known as Mrs. Sea. « “They say there are going to be great days ahead and that if every Sea Elephant le wants there'll be a battle,” sald Mrs. Sarah Sea Elephant, “Isn't that glorious?” said Mrs, Sea. “That's the sort of a Sea Elephant other Mr, Sen Elephants got in the way of our Mr. Sea Elephants before they had asked us to marry them, they quickly fought and got them out of the way.” “Yes,” said Mrs, Sarnh, “I wouldn't give a fig for « husband who wouldn't fight for me.” “Dear me,” said Mrs, Sea, “1 don’t think you're suying much, for what in the world, or the sea, does a fig mean to you?” “That's so,” ugreed Mrs. Sarah, “v fig doesn’t mean anything to ine. (jra- yclous, no! Why .a fig would be lost im the sen and figs most certainly don't mean anything to me, the little silly, sticky things.” “Why did you say that?" asked Mra. Sea. “I Just used it as an expression api! it shows how much we suy“withe?! “It's Our Big Season of the Year.” thinking. I said that absolutely with. out thinking, for I meant to say tine I wouldn't’ give anything for a ms who wouldn't fight for hix wife.” “That's ,better,” said Mrs. Sea, “Well, all the Sea Elephants Will Aight for their mates, There nre lots of battles around the mating bagi aurteonus of them,” “There are indeed,” said Mra. Sari “We never fight,” snid Mra, Sea, “No, ladies never do," sxid Mre Sarah, “I suppose they might aut sometimes it would do a great deal of good but they never have—and cu: tom {s custom.” “They say,” remarked Mrs. Sen. “that there is one part about us which can be hurt so that we are killed.” “Yes,” agreed Mrs. Sarah, “that {: true.” “Tell me about it,” begged Mrs. Sea. “I would ke to keep that part out o sight if dangerous enemies wer around as I hear they sometimes ar: with guns and rifles and other fire arms.” “Yes,” said Mrs. Sarah, “sometimes we are shot at. We are like seals you. know and we have very useful, valu- able of! in us.” “All very well,” sald Mrs. Sea, “but I'm not generous. I prefer to keep my oll for myself.” “So do I,” said Mrs. Sarah, “only I was telling you some facts.” “Yes, go ahead,” said Mrs. Sea. “Well,” continued Mrs. Sarah, “you know when the mating season comes around and we are chosen by the handsome Mr. Sea, Elephants as their mates we all Ite about the beach and chat and gossip and have the very best of times, It’s our big season of the year. } “I've heard of folks who go to sum- mer resorts and winter resorts and to places for the baths, or the mountaia air, or for some other reason. Weil, our resort is the beach and we lie up- on it when it is the mating season for then we are picked out and chosen, “We can hear the tales of adventure which the Mr. Sea Elephants have to tell us and we cam talk of the new style8—though we never have any reu- ly new ones, Still we can discuss fashions and.the weather and how we think the water feels and tastes this year, and all such things!” “But,” asked Mrs. Sea, “you were going to tell me about the place about us which {is sot protected.” “Oh yes,” sald Mrs, Sarah, “bulleta from guns can hit us anywhere and not hurt us In the least but roll right off us, except in one spot which is soft, just above our eyes. That is the part to keep out of the range of our enemies.” “Thanks for telling me,” said Mrs. Sea. “I am very giad to know it and so glad that all the rest of my big body is safe, quite safe!” Rarest of Gifts. One of the rarest of gifts is the abil- ity to dé a favor so as to leave no burdensome sense of obligation. Meaning of Difficulty. What is a difficulty? “Something that shows what we really are,” was @ great philosopher's anawer, Mr. Sea Elephant doesn’t get the Mrs. if mate Ihave. And so have you. When ~