New Britain Herald Newspaper, August 6, 1921, Page 5

«MORE NEW BUILDING NOW THAN YEAR AGO July 1921, 4 Per: Cent. Better Than July of 1920. Construction activity in July, accord- ing to figures published by the F. W. Dodge company, was 7% less than in June, although it was 49 greater than in July, 1920. Contracts awarded dur- Ang July in the twenty-seven northeast- ern states of Yhe country amounted to $212,491,000. Although the increases in building operations which were expected to de- velop in the summer months have not materialized, construction’ activity has * held up very well in comparison with othér lines of business. a During the first gen days of July the volume of building contracts was very low, while the last three weeks showed total figures of considerable magnitude. Discussions of wage scales in many centers have been protracted and set- tlements. have been delayed. Confidence in the stability of construction costs has not yet been generaily established, although it is the opinion of a number of reliable authorities that necessary construction enterprises may be under- taken now under as favorable conditions as are likely to prevail at any time in the near future. The total volume of building con- tracts let in the territory covered by the Dodge company during the first seven months of this year has amount- ed to $1,278,747,000, which is 10% greater than the average figure for the first seven months of the preceding five yeats, Residential building continued in the lead over all other classes in July, amounting to $60,452,000, or 289 of the total. Public works and utilities amounted to $46,902,000, or 229 of the total;: business buildings, to $33,240,- 000, or 169%; educational buildings, to $28,602,000, ‘or 13%, and industrial buildings to '$13,604,000, or 6%%. Conteraplated new work - reported from January 1 to August 1, 1921, has amounted to $2,838,000,000, more than double the volume of contracts award- ed in lhe same period. New England. In !hfi New England states July building contracts amounted to $20,- 828,000, an increase of 20% over the June figure. Included in the July total were the tollowing items: $7,058,000, or 43%, for residential buildings;. $5,296,000, or 25%, tor educational buildings; $2,231,- 000; or 119, for public works and uti ties; ‘and $2,174,000, or 10%, for busi- ness buildings. 'Total comstruction contracts let in this district during the first seven months of this year have amounted to $102,242,000, which is 209 less than the average for the first seven months of the preceding five years. Contemplated new work was_report- €éd'during July fn New England to the amount of $20,965,000, which was 55% greater than the amount of contem- plated work reported in June. CONTROLLING YOTES Mflnok Government Issues Modi- fications of Election Law and States ‘Who May Vot:e. ‘Viadivostok, Aug. 6.—The Vladivos- tok. government has adopted modifi- cations of the election law introduced by [the Kerensky government. The stipulations- include: 1. No communists are permitted ‘to vote.. . 2. No persons symya.thlzin: with communism may. vote. 3. Members of the National As- sembly will be obliged to give a writ- “ten declaration that they do not he- long to the Communist party and that they will not assist the communists. 4. PBesides communists, no anar- chists and members of the “Left So- ¢ial Revolutionary Internationalist Party’”” may vote. The liberal press organs strongly . Drotest against these modifications, demanding that they be abolished, that the population be permitted to vote freely and that the deputies to ‘the na¢ional assembly be given free- dom of speech. 5 [HIS WOMAN’S EXPERIENGE Brings a Ray of Hope to Childless Women Lo well, Mass.—*‘I had anemia from } the time I was uixwen years old and as very irrey e If I did” any house- cleaning or waahm I wor fant an have to be pu bed, my hubnnd thinking every mm ute was my ter reading your text-book for women use: and hnve never felt better than I have the last two years. I canwork, eat, sleep, and feel as strong as can be. Doctors told me I could never have Soking Vegetanto Componnd it srengiin ege i - ened me so I gave birth to an eight pound boy. I m well all the time, did all my work last day, and had a natural birth. Ev:ry‘l:ody hvevhoa:(knew ‘me was surprised, and when they me what made me strong I tell them with mt pleasure, ‘I s Vegetable felt better in my life. mionial at an; mm ”’—Mrs. ELIZABETH SMART, 142 W. Sixth St., Lowell, Mass. This experience of Mrs. Smart is surel; lflrmgmcommendnmm for Lydia - egetab)e Cornpoun Itis sieat i y cimilar cases. Compound and never Use_this testi- “THE DUKE NEW BRITAIN DA OF CHIMNEY BUTTE” By G. W. OGDEN The Romance of a Chivalrous Adventurer in the Lawless West. (Copyright, 1920, A. CHAPTER 1. The All-in-One. Down through Bad Lands the Little Missouri comes’ in long windings, white, from a distance, as a frozen river between the ash-gray hills. Rain comes to that land but seldom in the summer days; in winter the wind sweeps the snow into rocky canons. To Jeremian Lambert it seemed the land of hopelessness, the last bound- ary of utter defeat as he labored over: the uneven road at the end of blistering summer day, trundling his bicycle at his side. There was a suit-case strapped to the handle-bar of the bicycle, and in that receptacle were the wares which this guileless peddler had come into that land to sell. But housekeepers were not pining for the combination potato- parer, apple-corer, can-opener, tack-{ puller. This country was becoming more and more sparsely settled. Lambert had passec the last house before noon, when his 65-pound bicycle had suffered a punctured tire. Since then he had trudged a dozen miles. Nothing that looked like a house was in sight and it was com- ing on dusk. He laborsd on, bent in spirit, sore of foot. From the rise of a hill, when it had fallen so dark that he was in doubt of the road, he heard an aggravated tenor voice singing. And this was the manner of the song: Oh, I bet my money on a bob-tailed hoss, An, a hoo-dah, an’ a hoo-dah; I bet my money on a bob-tailed hoss, An’ a hoo-dah bet on the bay. Lambert went down the hill. Pres- ently the shape of trees began to form out of the valley. Then'a whiff of coffee, and the noise of the man breaking dry sticks, as with his foot. Now the light, with the legs of the man in it, showing a cow-camp. Beyond the fire men were unsad- dling their horses and turning them into thd corral. Lambert trundled his bicycle into the fire-light, hailing the cook with a cheerful word. ““Oh, agent, are you?” said the cook. “No hungry man don’t have to dig up his money to eat in this camp.” The cook, whom they called Tater- leg, was a different type of man from the others, and seemed to have been pitched into the game like the last pawn of a desperate player. He was a short man, thick in the body, heavy in the shouiders, so bow-legged that he weaved from side to side like a sailor. Nobody asked Lambert ‘where he came from, what his business was, or whither he was bound, until the last plate was pitched into the box, the last cup drained of its black, scalding coffee. It was the elder of the bunch, a man designated by the name of Siwash, who took it up then. Lambert told them, in reply to kindly, polite questioning from Si- wash, how he was lately graduated from the Kgnsas Agricultural college at Manhattan, and how he had taken C. McClurg & Co.) in the face, as if this were some high and mighty. occasion, in truth. .. i When Taterleg roused the camp before the east was light, Lambert noted that another' man had ridden in. This was a wiry young fellow with short nose and fiery face. His name, Lambert found out later, was Wilder. His presence in .the camp seemed to put a restraint on. the spirits of the others, some of whom greeted him by the name of Jim, others ig- noring him entirely. _Among -these latter was the black-haired man who had given Lambert his title and ele- vated him to the nobility of the Bad Lands. On the face of it there was a crow to be picked between them. When the men had made a hasty end of their breakfast three of them Istarted to the corral. The young man who had humorously enumerat- Jed the virtues K of the All-in-One, whom the others called Spence, was of this number. He turned back, of- fering Lambert his hand with a smile. 'm glad I met you, Duke, and I hope you'll do well wherever you travel,” he said, with such evident bert felt like he was parting from a friend. It was Sunday. The men who re- mained in camp were enjoying the in- frequent, luxury of a- day off. Lam- bert was for going on, but Siwash and the others pressed him to stay over the day, to which invitation he vielded without great argument. There was nothing. ahead of him {but desolation. It would be far bet- ter to chuck the whole scheme oves- board and go to work as a cowboy if they would give him a job. He broached the subject. “Sure you can git a job, bud,” Jim said, coming over to where Lambert sat with Siwash and Taterleg, the llamr peeling potatoes for a stew. {sincerity and good feeling that Lam- Jim next inquired if the stranger had a horse, the growing interest of a friend in his manner. Hearing the facts of the case from Lambert —before dawn he had heard them from Taterleg—he appeared con- cerned almost to the point of being troubled. "“Youw'll have to git you. a horse, Duke; you’ll- have to ride up. to the boss when you ‘hit him for a job. He never was known to hire:a man off the ground, and I guess-if you was to head at him .on - a bicyele, he'd blow a hole through you as big as g can of salmon.” Jim brightened -up presently, as if jhe saw a gleam that might lead Lam- bert out of the difficulty. He. had an extra horse himself, not much of a horse to look at, but as good- hearted 'a horse as a man . ever throwed a leg over. “Well, I'm not much on a horse,” Lambert confessed. “I used to ride around a lttle, but that's been a good while ago.” Jim sat pondering the question. “I'll tell you what I'll .do, Duke,” turn- ing to Lambert, brisk' as with a gush of sudden generosity, “if ydu "RERALD, SATURDAY, -AUGUST 6, 1921. HERE’S A JOB WORTH HAVING! Since Prohlbltion knocked the wine taster out of a job, the man with the pleasantést job i§ Sam Kingston, film corporation and all vamps looking for work must see him. can vamp Kingston she gets Bara. =t job in the movies. who picks vamps. He works for a If a_garl Kingston hired Theda wind enough in him to carry him, not an ounce to spare. .o Siwash looked at the Duke shrewd- ly, his' head ‘cocked to one side like a robin listéning for a worm. “What outfit was you with before you started out sellin’ them tooth- puller-can-opener machmes. son?” he inquired. T never rode any range, I'm sorry to say.” “Well, where in the name of mus- tard did you learn to ride?” “I used to break.range horses. for $6 a head at the Kansas City stock- yards. That was a good while ago; I'm all out of practice now.” Jim came over to where Lambert stood. His face was red with pas- sion. \ “Maybe you can’ride my horse, you €amn granger, out y-su un‘t ride me!” he said. He threw off his vest as he spoke, that being his. only superfluous gart ment, and bowed his back, for a flzht Lambert looked at him with a flush of indignaat conier'pt spreading in his face. “You. don’t need to.get sore about it; I only took you up at your own game,” he said. . “No circussringer’s goin’ to coms the road. with a grip full of hard- can ride that old pelter I'll give him}!in here and heat me out of my. horse. ware to get enough ballast in his to vou for 4 present. And I'll bet You 11 either put him back in that jeans to keep‘the winter wind from |you’ll not get as cheap an -offer of ai{corral or you'll chaw leather with blowing him away. He produced one of the little implements, explained ita points, and it passed from hand to hand, with comments which -would have been worth gold to the general agent. “It's a toothpick and a tater-peeler put together,” said Siwash, when it came back to his hand. The young fellow with the black, sleek hair, who kept his gun on, reached for it, bent over it in the light, examining it with interest. “You caa trim your toenails with it and half-sole your boots,” he said. “You can shave with it and saw wood, pull teeth and brand mavericks; you can open a bottle or a2 bank with it, and you can open the hired gal's eyes with it in the mornin’. It's good for the old and the young, for the crippled and the insane; it'll heat your house and hoe your garden, and put the children to bed at night. And it's made and sold and distributed 'by Mr.—Mr.—by the Duke—is them three links of saursage. Siwash?” Siwash looked at the triangle under the name. “No, that's Indian writin’; it means a mountain,” he said. “Sure, of course, I might ’a’ knowed,” the young man said with deep self-scorn. “That’s a butte, that’s old Chimney Butte, as plain as smoke. Made and sold and dis- tributed in the Bad Lands by the Duke of Chimney Butte. Duke,” said he solemnly, rising and offering his hand, “I'm proud to know you.” As gravely as the cowboy had risen, as solemnly as he held his countenance in mock seriousness, Lambert rose and shook hands with him. “The pleasure is mostly mine,” said he, not a flush of embarrassment or resentment in his face, not a quiver of the eyelid as he looked the other horse as that ever in your life ag’in.” They trooped off to the corral which was a temporary enclosure made of wire run-among the little [pines. Jim brought out the horse. It stood tamely enough to be sad- dled, with head drooping indifferent- ly, and showed no deeper interest and no resentment over the operation of bridling. It was an expectant little group that stood by to witness this green- horn’s rise and fall. There was boundless wonder among them, then, and no little admiration, when this stranger who had come into that unlikely place on a bicycle leaped into the saddle so quickly that old Whetstone was taken complete- ly by surprise, and held him with such a strong hand and stiff rein that his initiative was taken from him. The greenhorn’s next maneuver was to swing the animal round till he lost his head, then clap heels to him and send him off as if he had business for the day ahead ot him. The little band of spectators cheered the Duke, calling loudly to inform him that he was the only man that had stuck that long. The Duke waved his hat in acknowledge- ment and put it back on with de- liberation and exactness, . while old Whetstone, as mad as a wet hen, tried to roll down suddenly and crush his legs. Nothing to be accomplished by that old trick. The Duke pulled him up with a wrench that made him squeal, and Whetstone, lifted off his forelegs, attempted to complete the back- ward turn and catch his tormentor under the saddle. But (hat was an- other trick so old that the simplest horseman knew how to meet it. The next thing he knew, Whetstone was galloping along like a gentleman, just FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS Lydia E. Pink- { 1 11 put him back in that corral when I'm ready, but I'll put him back as mine. I won him on vouc own bet, and it'll take a whole lot better man than you io take him away from me.” In the manner of youth and inde- pendence, Lambert got hotter with every word, and after that there wasn’t much room for anything else to be said on either side. They m |mixed it, and they mixed it brisk- ly. It was a wildcat struggle in the dust, no more science on either side than naturé put into their hands at the beginning. It would have been a peaceful enough little fight, with a handshake at the end and all over in an hour, vetry likely, if Jim hadn't managed to get out his knife when he felt himself in for a trimming. Lying on his back with the Duke's knees on his ribs, he was whittling away before any man could raise a hand to stop him. ' i The first slash split the DukVg cheek for two inches just below hi! eye; the next: tore his shirt sleeve from shoulder to elbow, grazing the skin as it passed.” And then some- body kicked Jim's elbow and knocked the knife out of his hand. “Let him up, Duke,” he said. Lambert released the strangle-hold that ‘he had taken on Jim’s throat and looked up. It was Spence stand- ing.there with his horse behind him. He laid his hand on Lambert’s shou: der. “Let him up, Duke,” he said agsln Lambert got up, bleeding a catar- act. Jim bounced to his feet like a spring, his hand to his gun. “That’s your size, you nigger!” Spence said, kicking the knife be- yond Jim’s reach. Jim drew his gun and began back- ing off as soon as he had it in hi hand, watching Spence: alertly. instant later Jim fired, his against his ribs. Too confident ‘of his own speed, or forgetting that Wilder already had his weapon out,” Spence crumpled at the kneé¢s, toppled backward, fell. His pistol, half-drawn, dropped from the holster and lay at his side. Wilder ran on’to -his” horse,* mounted and rode away. Some of the others hurried to the wagon after their guns. Jim Wilder was bending in the saddle as he rode swiftly away, as if he expected them' t6" shoot: 24 iR Armed with rthe ‘weéapon'that ht@ been drawn a frittion of a second too late, drawn in the chivalrous d:- fense of hospitality, the high cour- tesy of an’ obligation to a. stranger, Lambert mounted the horse that had come to be his at the price of this tragedy,. ‘@nd galloped -in pursuit of | the fleeing man. * It was dusk ‘when'Lambert- came back, leading Jim *Wilder's " ‘horse. There was blood bn the empty sad- dle. An elhow e The events of that Sunday intro- duced Lambert into the Bad Lands and. established his. name. and fame, ‘Within three months after /going to work for the Syndicate ranch he was known for ‘100 miles around as the man who had broken Jim Wilder's outlaw and won the horse by that un- paralleled Zfeat. ; He had left his own lawful and proper name behind him with his past. Far and near he was known as the Duke of Chimney Butte, short- ened in cases of direct address to “Duke.” Few horses. had beaten. Whetstane in a race since he became the Duke’s property. It was believed that none on the range could do it if. the Duke wanted to put him to his limit. Racing was one of the main di- versions when the cowboys from the surrounding ranches met at Misery on a Sunday afternoon, or when load- ing cattle there. Few.trains stopped at Misery, a .circumstance resented by the cot.boys, wha believed the place should be as impartant. to ‘all the world as it was to them. To show their contempt for this aloof be- havior they usually raced the trains, frequently outrunning those . west- ward bound, as they labored. up the long grade. Freight trains espec\a"y they “took delight in beating, seeing how it nettled the train crews. Only one triumph would have been sweeter— to outrun the big passenger train from Chicago with the brass fenced car at the end: No man ever had done that yet, although many had tried. The en- gineers- all iinew . what to. expect on a Sunday afternoon.. when . they = ap- proached Misery, where the cowboys came through the fence and raced the trains on the right-of-way. Lambert never had taken part in that long-ctanding competition. It appeared- to him 'a .senseless expen- diture, of horseflesh, a childish pur- suit of the wind. (Continued'-Monday.) They Had a Wonderful Time NELL,NOU SURELY MUST HAVE HAD A WONDERFUL TIME ~ MY-MVY-MY WELL, TELL ME, DID You ‘Why Is the Hupmobile Owner Satisfied With His Car? What makes an automobile owner’s satisfaction complete? Nothing more than the sound, sinipie elements which stand out so differently, and so distinctly, in the Hupmobile-— —Recal economy in daily opera- tion and yearly upkeep. —Long life. —Conspicuously fine perform- ance. These are the essential quali- ties which every prospective buy- er seeks in a motor car. They are the things which Hup- mobile owners enjoy, and from which they obtain that feeling of -complete satisfaction. You get Hupmobiie éatisfac- tion at the low price of $1485 (f.o.b. Detroit.) City Service Station Hartford Avenue and Stanley St. A. M. Paonessa, Proprietor. FIRST BIRTHDAY IN CLOUDS Charles Jones, Jr., had his first birthday party in the clouds. Went And here you see him, just after he landed, indicating that he wants to go right up with his dad, “Casey” Jones, chief test pilot at Curtiss Field, L. I back up. GEE, T SHoULD Sav! A BEE STUNG ME AN' ALEK ALMOST DROWNED AN A TURTLE BIY FRECKLES YoE