The Seattle Star Newspaper, October 19, 1916, Page 4

Dy mail, out of city, one year $1.80; @ ment By carrier, city, te @ month sunk he would have done nothing about le reason that if he had been president itania would not have been sunk. Why not, you ask? Because Hughes was president and a him was secretary of state. What is our authority for such a _ridi ask? Candidate Hughes. Listen— I ask you, with all respect, Mr. copamred This was what Hughes said: tion, so equipped as to command the respect of the wo! conducted affairs in Mexico as to show that our wor Is if that action were taken. The Seattle Star | Entered at Seattle, Wash, Postoftion as second-class matter 380 per month up te @ mos And the Lusitania, Sir, Would Never Have Been Sunk —CHARLES EVASION HUGHES. Had Hughes been president on the day the Lusitania was |} At Louisville, while the “hundred per cent candidate” speaking, a man in the audience asked him this ques- Hughes, id have done had you been president when the Lu “Sir, I would have had the state department, at the very beginning of the admin- and the protection at all events of the lives and property of American citizens. next, when I said strict accountability, every nation would have known that that meant; and further, when notice was published with respect to the action threat- d, I would have made it known in terms unequivocal and unmistakable, that we not tolerate a continuance of friendly relations thru the ordinary diplomatic R | Publiahed Datty | By The Bar ru H itent ne it for the very sim- on that day, the i | | man appointed by culous statement, what you itania rid. Second, I would have ds meant peace and good | | Cracky! The U-53 sent the steel stocks down from © 15 points the first rattle. Now if it.will clip four | a bushel off the price of wheat we will start a peti- | to congress to give it a regular job off Nantucket. ndum No. 6—Vote “No” ‘ legislature railroaded an anti-picketing bill thru at its last session. It was not considered on its merits, there any adequate investigation. No member of the} movement was permitted to be heard on it before its . Gov. Lister approved the bill, and signed it. But voters signed the referendum petition and it is now up| te people’s vote on November 7. he bill provides that workers in this state shall be denied ht to carry on any sidewalk, street or public place, or} pon private property, any sign, transparency, banner,| ting or printing which would disclose the cause of any! or lockout. It not only attempts the most drastic law picketing in all but three states in the Union, but vir- attacks free speech and a free press. Labor Commissioner Olson said of this law: gken idea prevails that a drastic law of this kind will tend mize industrial disturbance. The contrary, however, e, as is evidenced by the lawlessness and anarchy that band West Virginia for some years past, and both these “have such anti-picketing laws. The only other state Union having such a law is Alabama.” | eful picketing is just as much a right of the laborer! is the right of employers to advertise in newspapers ‘side of an industrial dispute. There are plenty of laws! care of those who commit violence without resorting picketing laws. law, if passed, will only fan the flames of passion trial disputes higher than ever. It is a breeder of con-| for law because it is not giving the workingman a} chance to present his case to the public in the manner his limited finances permit. Politeness is to human nature what warmth is to Schopenhauer. wil Service and Crooked Cops ‘OTH Mayor Gill and Chief Beckingham have been rant-| ing in recent statements against their inability to cope! | h crooked policemen because of the civil service. | That is absurd. The civil service gives no protection to nd grafters. Nor does it protect any officer who is in his duties. _ Any statement to the contrary is silly rot. If you get your head stuck in a is well go after it—George Eliot. EFFICIENCY DIGESTION In order to build up the system there must be, first of all, effi- ciency in digestion. From this , source comes proper nourish- ment of the body, enriched bog, your legs } | blood, liver and bowel regularity, a strengthening of all the forces that stand for better health. Try HOSTETTER’S STOMACH BITTERS as soon as any stomach weakness develops. It is for Poor Appetite, Indigestion, Cramps and Constipation. | permanent relief. | certain ‘dollars each year for the privilege jmain into farms. j remain in the government, but the joceupant is to have permanent | will give a farm, the Improvements |that President \ >. COLYUM Ernie Ball, who Orpheum, says he hy | that won't pass a cafe | stopping. Wonder {f it's always Ball- bearing? j | wat the | | auto | without o—-- —_——-¢ The exact number who regis tered in Seattle is 97,773. Marked down from 100,000? ee in price, Big demand for ‘om, no doubt, since Boston won. ee And they've raised the prices on ANOTHER COMPLAINT HAS EN FILED AGAINST LOGAN BILLINGSLEY. BUT WHAT'S A COMPLAINT AMONG FRIENDS? eee Silence is golden, but the “Gold- en Special” seems to create con siderable not: pro and con, prin- cipally “ Whenever « reichstag member hankers for a row, he talks about peace. WHEN A GIRL FINDS HER- SELF IN A BOX AT THE OPERA FOR THE FIRST TIME, SHE IM- AGINES SHE IS THE WHOLE SHOW. Hughes and La Follette on the same ticket remind us of Burbank's wonders. cee Does Harry Thaw's return to Matteawan for a social call prove anything, or doesn’t it? | Editor’s Mail LAND AND HIGH COSTS Editor The Star: May I offer this In answer to your call for opinions as to the way out of the high-cost-of-living problem? For immediate relief, public opin- fon must beck the workers in thetr demands for an increase in wages. The biggest fortunes of this coun- try have been doubled in the past two years. This means a perma- nent increase of 100 per cent in the income of the capitalist. Capital inereases its income! nolselessly, and is unnoticed, but labor must make a noise, altho it need not commit violence. Let us bear with a little noise and unrest if it will help the great body of the people get a living wage. Then we must do something for We have to pay people about five billion of living and working on the land within the United States. Those people call themselves landlords They don't claim to be lords of cre ation, but merely lords of the land Did anybody ever hear of a lord of the shovel or the saw or the hammer? We can bring permanent pros erity by exalting the shovel and| saw, exempting all labor products from taxation, and compel the land lord to earn his title by paying all the taxes, This will cut the cost of labor products without cutting wages, We should also start an endless chain demand that the Robert Crosser bill pass thru congress. It proposes to divide the public do- The title is to 6 by simply paying the rental value of the land to Uncle Sam, This of which are to be financed by the government, for a mere song. There is eve reason to belleve ilson is ready to back some such measure. A post. card-writing public should urge its passage, THEODORE TEEPE, | the | special. STAR—THURSDAY, | Miuuaneaenrerrereny annensntgeneanearatgsseeuanazazssss4y Next Week A Novel The Idyl of Twin Fires t A Week (Continued From Our Last lesue) CHAPTER VIL A Gir’ Lidgerwood was not making the conventional excuse when he gave a deskful of work as a reason for not accepting the Invitation to dine with the president's party in the Nadia, He worked at headquarters straight thru until seven o'clock in the evening, yas there anything special in today's mall’” trusted routine correspondence, “Only this,” answered Grady, turning up a letter marked “Im- mediate.” The letter was from Flemister. All things considered, it was a lit tle puzzling. Flemister’s letter was distinctly friendly, The occasion for the nelghborlt- ness arose upon an extension right of-way involyment, A ranchman named Grofield was fighting the extension. The ranohman, so the letter stated, had passed thru Little on hie way He would be return: ing by the accommodation late in the afternoon, and would stop at the Wire-Stiver mine, where he had abled his horses, If Lidgerwood could Make {it convenient to come over to Little Butte on the evening passenger train from Angels, the writer of the letter would arrange to keep Grofield overnight, and right-of-way matter could doubtless be settled satisfactorily. rwood looked at his watch. too late to catch 205, the evening train, He would be obliged to order out the service-car and go He turned to Grady, saying “Wire Mr. Pennington FPlemister, at Little Butte, that | am coming out with my car, and should be with him by eleven o'clock, Then call up the yard office and tell Matthews to let mo have the car and engine by elght-thirty, sharp.” | Then Lidgerwood left the office and walked qui to the Nadia, persuading himself that he must ian comn dent that he was going away The president's private car was sidetracked on the short spur at the eastern end of the Crow's Nost,) and when Lidgerwood reached it he found the observation platform fully occupied. “Hello, Mr. Lidgerwood, ts that you?” called Van Lew. “I thought you sald this was a bad man’s) country, We have been out here for a nolld hour, and nobody has hot up the town or even whooped a single lonesome war-whoop.” “It does go to bed pretty early }that part of ft which doesn't stay up pretty late,” laughed Lidger wood. Then he came closer and spoke to Miss Brewster. “I am going in my car, and I don't know just when I shall return. Please tell your father that every. thing we have here is entirely at his service, If you don't see what you want, you are to ask for ft.” “Will your run take you as far “A| We notice beans hare gone UD! as the Timanyont Canyon?” “Yeu; thru it, and some little distance beyond.” “You have just sald that we are to ask for what we want. ys followed industrial disputes in the states of Colo-|ontons a cent or two. Too strong.) mean it?” “Surely.” he replied unguardedly. “Then we may as well begin at once,” she said coolly; and turning quickly to the others: “Oh, all you people; listen a minute, will you? Hush, Carolyn! What do you say to a moonlight ride thru one of the deat canyons in the West in Mr. Lidgerwood's car? It will be something to talk about as long as you live. Don't all speak at once, please.” But they did. There was an in- stant and enthusiastic chorus of approval. “Sorry,” announced Lidgerwood, “I shall have to anticipate the Angels gossips a little by telling you that we are in the midst of a pretty bitter labor fight. I can't take you over the road tonight.” “Why not?” inquired Eleanor. “Because it may not be entirely safe.” Nonsense'” she flashed back “What could happen to us on a little excursion like this?” “I don't know, but I wish you would reconsider and remain with the Nadia.” “I shall do nothing of the sort,” she said, wilfully, And then, with totally unnecessary cruelty, she added: “Is it a return of the old malady’ Are you afraid again, Howard?” The taunt was too much. Elea nor had won. She and her friends climbed aboard the service-car and the moonlight ride began CHAPTER VIII Forty-two miles southwest of Angels, at a point where all fur. ther progress seems definitely barred by the huge range, the Red Butte Western, having picked its devious way to an apparent cul-de sac among the foot-hills and hor cks, plunges abruptly into the echoing canyon of the Eastern Timanyoni and on to the landmark hill known as Little Butte, Elsewhere than in a land of sky. piercing peaks, Little Butte would have been called a true mountain On the engineering maps of the Red Butte Western its outline ap. pears as a roughly described tri angle with five-mile sides, the three angles of the figure marked respectively by Silver Switch, Lit tle Butte station and bridge, and the Wire-Silver mine, Train 205, with ex-engineer Jud. sion aboard, was on time when the bulk of Little Butte loomed black in the moonlight. As the train slowed down, Judson peered out thru the window just in time to see a man drop from the forward step of the smoker. Judson, too, dropped from the car, and aflently stalked his fellow passenger. Straight to the Wire-Silver camp led the chase. All of the old build ings were dark, but two new and unpainted ones were brilliantly lighted, and there were sounds fa- vugh to Judson, ay!” he ejaculated, under his breath, “if that engine ain't a dead match for the missing switch engine pullin’ a grade, | don't want a cent! Double cylinder, set on the quarter, and choo-chooin’ Hke it ought to have a pair o' steel rails under it instead of being a power plant stationary,” But there was no time to spare; iv WALTER P. EATON Penconnaerendharcecsenpaanepenes he sald at last to! hia secretary, Giady, to whom he} on decency, tell the presi-| Did you f OCT, 19, 1916. PAGE 4 JM, WHAT TIME ts it? | | | the man Judson was stalking had “THE TAMING OF J UTTE WEST a I's) Day Time, plan is needlessly bloody, In the ERN” {protested the other man frost, I tell you! You say the night} passenger from Red Hutte ts late. I know it's late now; but Cranford’s running it, and it i# all down-hili from Red Butte to the bridge Cranford will make up his thirty minutes, and that will put his train right here in the thick of things Call it off for tonight, Flemister Meet Lidgerwood when he comes and tell him an easy le about your not being able to hold Grofield for the right-of-way talk,” Judson heard the creak and snap of a swing-chalr suddenly righted and the floor dust Jarred thru the owner sprang to his feet “Call it off and let you drop out of 1? Not by a thousand miles, my cautious friend! Want to stay here and keep your feet warm while I go and do it? Not on your tintype, you yapping hound! You can bully and browbeat a lot of railroad buckles when you're play ing the boss act, but I know you! You come with me or I'll give the whole snap away to Vice-President Ford, I'll tell him how you butt a street of houses in Red Butte out of company material and with com pany labor, I'll prove to him that you've scrapped first one thing and then another—condemned them so you might sell them for your own pocket. I'll" “Shut up!” shouted the other man, hoarsely. And then, sfter ® moment that Judson felt was crammed to the bursting point with murderous possibilities: “Get your tools and come on, We'll see who's got the yellows before we're thru with thi CHAPTER IX At Sliver Switch like that of other railroad of- fictals whose duties constrain them to spend much time in transit, Lidgerwood's desk work went with him up and down on the two di visions, and before leaving his of- fice in the Crow's Nest to go down to the waltiog spe 1, he had thrust a bunch of letters and papers into his pocket It was bis surreptitious transfer. ence of the letters to the closed ser vice car desk, observed by Miss Brewster, thi ave the president's daughter an portunity to make partial amends for having turned already disappeared into Flemis- ordinary run of things, it will be | his business triy into a car party. ter’s office, the second of the new unpainted bulldings, Judson crept clom ing, The figure of a man sitting in @ chair was sharply silhouetted on the drawn window-shade. son stared, Jud rubbed bis eyes, and That the man whore * jected upon the window-shade Rankin Hallock, | he could not doubt. But there was something tn the erect, bulking fig- ure unfamiliar. A crawling minute later Jud- son was crouching beneath [the loosely jointed floor of the lighted room. Almost at once he was able to verify his guess that there were only two men in the room above. At all events, there were only two speakers, They re talkifg in low tones, and Jud- had no difficulty in identifying the rather high-pitched voice of the owner of the Wire-Silver mine. The man whose profile he had seen |on the window-shade had the voice | which belonged to the outlined features, but the listener under the floor had a vague impression that he was trving to disguise it The bell of the privatedine tel lephone rang in the room above. It was Flemister who inswered the belL-ringer. “Hello! Yes, this is Memister ‘* that?—a message about Mr 2 ©: 9, Al tae Wi Lidgerwood? fire away.” “Who is it?” came the inquiry, in the grating voice which fitted, and yet did not fit, the man whom Judson had followed from his boarding of the train at Angels to Sliver Switch “It's Goodloe, talking from his station office at Little Butte,” re- plied the mine owner. “The dis- patcher has just called him up to | say that Lidgerwood left Angels in his service-car, running special, at eight-forty, which would figure it here at about eleven, or a little later,” ok here,” said the man Jud- mn believed to be Hallock. Your ‘DON'T BE BILIOUS HEADACHY, SICK ‘OR CONSTIPATED | Enjoy Life! Liven Your Liver and Bowels Tonight and Feel Great. Wake Up With Head Clear, Stomach Sweet, Breath Right, Cold Gone. ‘Vane ove or two Casearet night and enjoy the nicest, | liver and bowel cleansing you ever experienced. Wake up feeling grand, your head will be clear, your tongue clegp, breath sweet, stomach regulated your liver and thirty feet of bowels active. Get a box at any drug store now and get straightened up by morning, Stop the headache, biliousness, bad colds and bad days, Feel [it and ready for work or p Cascarets do not gripe, sicken or ineon- venience you the next day like salts, pills or calomel, They're fine! Mothers should give a whole Cas. caret any time to cross, sick, I bitions or feverish children because it will act thoroughly and can not injure. v only a few days or weeks before | Lidgerwood will throw up his to the butld- hands and quit, and when he goes |!sn't out, I go in.” | There was a pause, and Judson | shifted his weight cautiously from lone elbow to the other, Then Plemister began, without heat and | equally without compunction. “You say it is unnecessary; that Lidgerwood will be pushed out by | the labor fight. My answer to that is that you don't know him quite as well as you think you do. If he's allowed to live, he'll stay—uniess somebody takes bim unawares and scores him off, as I meant to do tonight when I wired you. If he continues to live, and stay, you know what will happen, sooner or later. He'll find you out for the double-faced cur that you are-—and after that, the fireworks.” At this the other voice took its turn at the savage sneering “You can't put It all over me }that way, Flemister, You're in the hole just as deep as I am, foot for foot!” “Oh, no, my friend,” said the cooler voice, “I haven't been stealing in carload lots from the jcompany that hires me. 1 have merely been buying a little disused scrap from you.” the with | “But this trap scheme of yours,” she “We mustn't forget that this planned excursion for us it's a business trip for Mr, Lidger- wood, We must make ourselves small, accordingly, and not bother him,” And so for an industrious hour Lidgerwood scarcely realized he was not alone, For the greater part of the interval the elghtsecers were out on the rear platform, listening “Listen a moment, ail of you, called. Copyright By Charles Beribner's ons cracks upon bim when the mine-| 19190 “1's a ftrain came to # stand at Timanyoni, the first telegraph station in the shut-in valley between the moun tain ranges. A minute or two later the Wheels began to revolve again, and Bradford, the conductor, came in. “More maverick railroading,” he said, disguatedly. “Timanyont had his red light out, and when T asked for orders, he said he hadn't any—thought maybe we'd want to ask for ‘em ourselves, being as we was running wild.” “So he thoughtfully stopped us to give us the chance!” snapped LAdgerwood, in wrathful scorn. “What did you do?” “Oh, as long as he had done it, I had him call up the Angels dis patcher to find out where we were t, We're on 204's time, you know ought to have met her here.” “Why didn’t wet” asked superintendent “Bhe was late out of Red Butte; broke something, and had to stop and tle it up. Lest a half hour her getaway.” en we reach Little Butte be 04 gets there—is that it?” at's about the way the night dispatcher has it ciphered out.” Well, tell your engineer to watch 4's headlight, and if he sees » take the siding at Silver Switch, the old Wire-Silver spur.” Bradford nodded, and went for- ward to share Williams’ watch in the cab of 266. Twenty minutes farther on the train slowed again, made a moment ary stop, and bi p to screech and «rind heavily around a sharp curve, “Where are we now?” asked Miss Brewster. “At Silver Switch,” replied Lidgerwood; and when a bobbing the makin lantern came nearer he called to the bearer of it “What is ft; Bradford?” “The passenger, I reckon,” was the answer. “Williams thought he saw it we came around Pointo’- Rocks, and he was afraid the dis- patcher had got balled up some and let ‘em past Little Butte with- out a meetorder.” For a moment the group on the railed platform was silent, and in the little interval a low, humming sound made itself felt rather than heard. “Your engineer wan right!” re joined the superintendent, sharply. “She's coming!” And even as he poke the white glare of an electric eadight burst into full view on the shelf-like cutting along the northern face of the great hill, pricking out the smallest detalis of the waiting special, the closed switch, and the gleaming lines of the rails. With this powerful spotlight to project its cone of dazzling bril- Nance upon the scene, the watchers to Mise Brewster's stories of the!on the railed platform of the super- Red Desert. She was in the midst intendent’s service car saw every of one of the most blood-curdling detail of the swift outworking of |when Lidgerwood, having worked |thru his bunch of papers, opened jthe door and joined the platform | party. But there was little chance for Speech, even if the overawing \grandeurs of the stupendous crev- | fee, seen in their most impressive |Presentment as alternating vistas ‘of stark, moonlighted crags and |guiches and depths of biackest shadow, had encouraged it. The hiss and whistle of the air brakes, the harsh, sustained note of th shrieking wheel flanges shearing the inner edges of the rail heads on | the curves, and the stuttering roar! of 266s safety valve were continu- ous. | Suddenly the roar of the echoing caught and the ‘stealing them. canyon walls died awa; steel-armored An Advertisement by THE PULLMAN COMPANY Convenience, T2x2h the Pullman Company it is not only possible to secure in advance accommodations in a car never -crowded beyond its normal capacity, but it is possible to enjoy, while traveling, comforts and conveniences usually associ- ated only with the most modern hotels in larger cities. 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When the oncoming passenger- train was within three or four hun- dred yards of the spur track switch and racing toward it at full speed, there came a short, sharp whistle- Scream, a crash as of the ripping asunder of the mechanical soul and body, and a wrecked lay tilted at an angie of forty-five de- grees against the bank of the hill- side cutting. (Continued in Our Next Issue) Paterson, N. J., woman with a paint brush made all her hens green-spotted, and in that way the thief who had been service of the