Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1890-06-04
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torn up in order that this fatal thirst
may be satisfied.
Port Townsend is divided into two
great, grand divisions, viz, upper and
lower town. These are connected by
means of zigzag plank walk or switch
back, which extends down the f;Ice Of
the hill in forward land back-cross over
with-opposite-gent style of
engineering, which is quite novel, and
yet enables the pedestrian to arrive there
just the same.
The citizens of Port Townsend have,
for years, been at the mercy of steamboat
companies for freight and the rates have
been high, but this spring the Port
Townsend and Southern railroad broke
ground and 1900 men began to connect
Townsend with the Portland ter minus
of the great transcontinental roads.
Hardly had this been done when the
gentlemanly, genial and urbane Union
Pacific secured terminal facilities, and
began to strike oft for the growing city.
This means that the other roads will
follow, and this quiet town, mo 1estly
seeking to do what was right, yet seldom
for her to future prosperity and com
mercial Importance.
Speaking of Samuel Davis moment
ago reminds me that some years ago he
joined the Knights of Pythias He looks
very wildly and strangely beauti full in
the uniform of the knights, and little
children gladly go and conceal them
selves when they see him coming And
yet he is kind hearted man and would
never bite a child unless irritated or
unduly provoked.
Mr.. Davis was greatly impressed at
his initiation by the chief officers earn
est charge to ever throughout his life
overcome all obstacles that might lie in
the path of honest success. Over and
over again this thought was dressed in
new terms and in earnest language, this
| idea of eternal perseverance being the
price of victory Day and night it dwelt
in his memory. Sleeping or waking,
perseverance, perseverance" sang in
| his breast and stirred him up to do and
| TO dare in the great struggle for success.
One evening he strolled down the
| street and, seeing the lodge door opel and
members standing about the entrance, he
stepped around into an alley and having
| rehearsed the signals and passwords for
| the current quarter, he boldly stepped
to the portcullis and having pounded
on the door according to directions on
outside of wrapper, he poked his Grecian
beak through the little martin box lead
ing into the vestibule and CALCULATED:
"Messopotamial!''
| An angry man rose to his feet inside
and said, smothering his rising wrath
by means of the fried onions which had
| formed part of his supper:
| DO you take this for a bean refractory
or what? You better go right away from
here now. If you want to get nesso-
potamia, why don't you go where they
keep such things"
| Il don't want anything to eat said
Samuel Davis. Il am not hungry, you
old baritone ass. | gave you the pass
word of our order and desire to enter
| Do you know your business or have your
think works slipped cogg'
That's no password" says the other
man, land them's no kind of knocks
| You cannot gain admittance." He then
closed down the little wicket, and Mr.
Davis could hear him and his breath en-
gagged in a deadly hand to hand conflict
inside.
| Samuel Post Davis had been tau ght in
that very lodge room the lesson of perse-
verance, and so he would not give up.
| Suddenly the idea flashed upon his mind
that this was merely done to test him.
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was made of. So he pried open the wicket
with an old dirk which he had and sent
in another order for messopotamia.
| The guard now came out and caught
Mr.. Davis by the collar and began to
eject him. The ejectment was only sue
cessful in a measure, however, res alting
| in the ejectment of the guard, after
| which Mr. Davis, with teeth marks on
his ear and a bloody bugle, strobe inside
the first door. He told the inside guard
what annoying delays he had submitted
to, and was just in the act of giving the
second password, viz, flush, lush, :"
when he was thrown out by the inside
| guard, who was a very powerful man.
Still determined to carry out the teach
ings of perseverance taught in the lodge
room, Mr.. Davis made a break for the
door again just as the Most " orthy
Breath Tester came out and asked what
he sought. Il seek an entrance said
| Mr.. Davis, ''to this lodge of Knights of
Pythias, of which am member in good
standing
lyon are in error, said the Most Noble
Breath Tester softly. This is lodge
of the Independent Order of Red Men.
We meet here on Thursdays AMI the
K. P.'s on Fridays. Try it tomorrow
night, and Your beautiful. large. rect
angular Perseverance will doubtless
catch the eye of the speaker"
Mr.. Davis then went home, thought
fully, via the drug store, and his boudoir
smells of arnica and garghng oil even
unto this day.
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