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Weekly Arizona journal-miner., 1906-08-01

On Wednesday night n lovely affair was crowned with success, when Miss Lila Hawkins entertained with n dance ,u honor of her two guests, Miss Lila Murrieta and Miss Gertrude Work. man. of los Angeles. The ball room of the Yavapai club presented a pretty scene, with its gala of young folks tripping the light fantastic to the inspiring selections of Miss Thomas and Mr. Emanuel. Various and tempt. ing were the dclicacics served in the banquet hall during the intermissiop, , and it was after the midnight hour when the company reluctantly took leave of their clever hostess and her charming guests of honor.
 Among the guests present were: Judge and Mrs. ]. J. Hawkins, Mir. and Mrs q. F.. Meany, Mrs. Drcscher, Mrs. r. NJ. Murphy, the Misses Dutro, Cleo Reeve, Jean Blanchard, Cert. rude Workman, Lila Murrieta. Theresa Frcdcricks, Olive Fisher, winuifred Fredcricks, Emma Butcher, Pearl Anford, Mabel Morris, Drew Bennett, Maude Norris, Helen Burmister. Alice Adams, Clara Cline, Hoffman and Tracy Messrs. Roderick Mac Kcnzie. Edward L'Engle, A. D. Bnrnhart, Dr. R. W. Graham, Kceler, Braun, Floyd Allen, Thomson, r. F Cruice. Paul Burks. U. Blauvelt. Q. Longacrc. Earl Sanford, Roy Davidson. Win Mars, Robert Porter, F.. E. Lejuenc. Egbert Butcher. Frank Dresehcr. Gus Peter, Arthur Zachau. Warren Ores. cher, Jack Fepnell, Fred Kessler. Bate. man, Gerry Block. IIemenway. and A. J. Richardson.
 Those attending the dance at Iron Springs on Saturday night of last week included Misses Helen Burmist. CT, Mabel Norris, Lila Hawkins. Olive Fisher, Maudc Norris, Lila Murricts, and Gertrude Workman; Messrs. Gus Peter. An Fulchcr, Fred Moore, War. ren Dreseher, Will Marrs, Dr. R. W. Graham. Floyd Allen, and Batcman. The guests afterward enjoyed a lovely little supper at the cottage of Mir. and Mrs. F.. ]. Bennett.
 ...s n si.,.s
 Mrs. ]. C. Iierndon and Mrs. r. A. Tri'lc spent Saturday nt Iron Springs, the guests of Mrs. F. J. Ben. nett.
Weekly Arizona journal-miner., 1906-08-01

S'. Petersburg has the storm signal flag tackled to the pole these days.
Weekly Arizona journal-miner., 1906-08-01

Mrs. J. C. Herndon and Mrs. F. A Tri'lc spent Saturday nt 1ror Springs, the guests of Mrs. F.. J. Ben nett.
Weekly Arizona journal-miner., 1906-08-01

Miss Theresa Fredericks entertained on Friday afternoon in honor of th, Locho Ochio club. Prizes were wor by Mrs. Leslie I.arimer and Mrs. q F. Meany.
Weekly Arizona journal-miner., 1906-08-01

At the last meeting of the Fort wbipple Bridge club, high score was made by Miss Harriet Oliver.
The Washington times., 1906-01-21
THE LOS ANGELES WATER SCHEME

Los Angeles. Cal, city of less than
100000 permanent population. is under
taking TO eXpend between So. oO0.0OO and
S37. 600 OJ0 to secure sufficient supply of
drinking water. The project is probably
the most colossal ever undertaken by
any city of similar size anywhere in the
world.
Los Angeles is growing. Its present
water supply is avn from little
stream called tie Los Angeles river,
which at certain seasons Is scarcely
visible to the naked eye. The supply Is
rapidly becoming inadequate. To RENE
dy this defect it is proposed to take the
waters of Owens river and add them
to the present supply. The subject has
been discussed and 100000 in bonds
issued and sold TO begin the preliminary
work.
Owens river Is in Iuyo county. and its
waters must be conveyed nearly 800
miles by conduit through mountains
and valleys and other rivers. crossing
Government and private lands. public
roads and corporation rights of way.
Engineer Olmsted estimates that the
work will take eight years TO complete.
require the building of $50 miles of rail-
way for construction purposes at a cost
of Sc, 900. 900. the building of ISl miles of
conduit, seven tunnels through noun
tains OF rock, the use of 1,SeS,595 barrels
IF cement 126. 10 tons Of steel bars.
The Washington times., 1906-01-21

hauled out. The only dry stitch on
his body was the celluloid collar,
which dried very quickly. cheer
fully recommend the celluloid collar
to all persons desiring to fall over
board. When they had sawed the
pole from the kike's clutches, the
rescuers asked why he didn't grab
it when first offered.
Il thought | was on the bottom
and was waiting 70 come W" was
the moist and shiyery reply.
Such dO:ngs. Had he fioated long
enough and continued TO splash
water into his face with his fists
the man would have drowned 10 a
finish without once sinking. Then,
what about that going down for the
third time business. Certain people
actually seem stuck on dying a
clumsy and inartistic death. Any
how, the saved angler burst into
soIae large tears ana said the gay
sporting season had ended for him;
his wife would never again let him
go fishing on the bridge.
But the county commissioners
stepped in and sidetracked a pain
full domestic episode Fishing from
the bridge was forever prohibited,
and all on account Of the hikes.
Nervous horses couldn't stand the
noise and splash of fat hikes falling
overheard. Moreover tufts Of whisk-
ers, like exploded hay bales, rising
up from the draw tenders and float
ing across the drive, bufaloed timid
country steeds coming into town.
Thus at one fell sWOop did the hui
name commissioners suppress neck
breaking runaways and the drown
ing of our more prominent kikes;
but, alas! the hikes rebelled, and are
not coming back here any more. No
stree, bob! They promulgated an
awful edict in the presence of the
bridge tender. If Mr.. Kike cannot
angle from our $4,000 bridge with
his l cents worth of soft bait, he
will go elsewhere and devour his
trunkfuls Of beans and dried pump
kins That's fat
OF course. an era of low financial
depression will sweep over Dope
Springs, but we must wiggle along
as best we may without our kikes.
I, for one, shall miss those merry
faces peeping from behind the hir-
suite bushes. i. E., whiskers. They
will depart In anger from our midst.
l trust the perusers of this widely
read and valuable paper will not
think all the folks who winter hers
belong TO the rude and boisterous
class exposed in this issue. They
are just kikes-that's all-and the
world is full of them.
Copyright. 1905, by Charles Dryden)
The Washington times., 1906-01-21

did old gentleman hasn't time 10
strop razor. Watch the daily
papers for correct dope on the kike-
An aged man dies alone in a miser-
able hut far up on the mOuntainside
or in a lonely valley. He starved TO
death. They haul him out and hold
a cheap funeral. Pretty soon the
neighbors, rubbering around, dig
million dollars from under one cor
ner of the miidewed hut. Next day
the city papers print portraits of the
kike. He is all nose and whiskers,
Sometimes he is too poor to afford
even the luxury of celluloid collar,
and is tumbled into his grave with
out ornaments OF any kind. Such
cases are extremely sad.
Thank goodness, the Dope Springs
kike never starves TO death. He
brings his fodder With him. and if
the fish bite we'll, he carries some of
il back 10 Illinois or Iowa in the
gentle springtime. Let US paint a
vivid and soul-stirring picture of the
kike at home and abroad-before and
after invading Dixie. The idea is
not to pan the kike for he is a nice
enough chap, only his habits are
peculiar. and he thinks he's having
the time of his life. He comes here
by the score, leaving behind seeth-
ing bed of envy that helps his less
fortunate neighbors survive the zero
period in the North. If they but
knew what a frost Mr.. Kike really is
when he gets here!
The Washington times., 1906-01-21
THE DARTMOOR TRAGEDY: BY B. Fletcher Rob

ed SLOWLY forward studying the edge
of the moor beside the highway for
the mark of the gTass-grOwn ruts
knew so we'll
| heard the footsteps long before l
saw him. d quick patter upon the hard
surface behind me. AS he came out
of the fog he shouted, bringing his
rifle to his hip with an easy swing.
He was a stoutly built man in the neat
dark uniform that marks the prison
warder
''Be careful with that gun" 1 said;
for he still had me covered.
4 beg your pardon. sir" he painted;
but We were close 10 him. and"
CLOSE to whom?"
There's a convict escaped" he ex-
planned. You haven't seen him?"
No, nor likely to in this weather"
He had got his breath by this time
and stood leaning on his rife, looking
vaguely about him.
You re right. sir We stand a far
better chance of losing ourselves than
Of finding him In a fog like this. But
one thing is equally certain-he can't
get far. either
It was while he spoke that I heard
lk-lnR fll1lk OA a bOOA SAt AhAiA5 a SNciA's
and that NOT a score of yards away.
I'm afraid you're only wasting
time" I said as carelessly as l was
able "A needle in haystack is easy
compared 10 a convict in fog.
Il think / must take your advice,
sir" he laughed.
We wished each other good after
noon. and he melted away as man
might slide behind curtain His
footsteps died out down the road by
which he had come as l moved for
ward
THAT was a near thing. Kingsley
said a voice in the shadows, anG l
humbly thanked my luck as old Hearne
stepped out upon the road.
I've no excuse" I began, 1T was
all my fault, and
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Hush! keep quiet
He stood for moment listening like
a dog at door,
IF that fool Of a warder had not
gone back we were DONE" he whisper
ed. / he guards chased us right into
the ruins While they searched them
we slipped down the track. Come along
Craig. airs Well"
The convict rose from the heather
where he had lain, and stumbled
toward us. He was shaking like a
man with the ague, and the sweat was
running off his forehead and down his
cheeks in narrow streaks.
Am | safe?" he suffered. grabbing
my arm I've money, man, money.
You shall have ii. l swear you shall
have it ALI But I won't go back there
not aEye!"
Come. pull yourself together" said
Hearne with a hand on his shoulder.
I'VE have no time to waste. remem-
bcr.''
We wrapped the long coat over his
yellow clothes. stuck the wig over his
cropped head. and helped him to the
front seat. / took my place beside
him. Hearne clambered up behind, and
our Journey began.
The horse was of the old moor breed.
He could have bowled us alons at a
good ten miles an hour if the fog had
allowed !t: but as il was we rarely
exceeded half that speed. 1t was a
miserable time. Craig sat huddled by
my side. now curslng me for the de-
Law. now peering back along the road.
while he implored us TO tell him If il
were galloping hoofs that he heard.
He was an eVil-tempeTed. petulant
man. and I did not waste either polite
ness or sympathy upon him. 1t was
not until we had passed over some
miles of rolling uplands and dropped
down steep descent to a moss-~rown
bridge that the fog showed signs of
bres. king. AS we strained up the op-
POSING hill IL began to tear away in
Aging wisps like the smoke of great
The Washington times., 1906-01-21

Spending the Winter-and nothing
else-down South sounds soft and
warm and beautiful TO the limit, and
Mr. Kike speaks about It during the
summer at home. He gives matt
nee every Sunday, and bOoms the
land of magnolias and mOcking
birds USUALLY he is a man of great
wealth; bank director and merchant
in a prosperous country town, and
maybe a mill operator. Mr.. kike,
as rule, owns farms in Iowa or Illi-
nois, and his broad acres bring him
in much revenue. Acres in stories
are always broad; in real life they
are sometimes narrow and three-cor-
nered, but | won't let that fact inter
fere with the giddy doings of Mr.
Kike. Were il not for the whiskers
and celluloid collar he could main
tain a home of luxury and yacht on
the gulf coast, but, alas. the fertile
flowing whiskers absorb his ideas
of life, and he cannot spIurge. Mr..
Kike is doomed 10 be a Wad all his
days.
During the early fall the women
folks hustle up the victuals for his
period of Information in the South.
They entOn.b III cans all sorts Of
farm truck and dry an acre or two
of pumpkins. Soaked in water, the
dried pumpkin swells and makes a
whole lot of feed. easy to chew and
quite nutritious Butter. -four. pO-
tatoes, hams, pepper. salt, and can
dies and jugs OF homemade molas-
The Washington times., 1906-01-21

That is about all l need tell you. l
found the horse grazing by the road
side and drove to Ashburton with no
great care whether they caught me
or -sot. Yet l was back in London be
fore they found the bodies.
So ended the story of John Hender-
son as Inspector Grey told II to me
And you?" ] asked.
4 suspected that Kingsley had
helped in the escape. but l never iden-
tined him with Jack Henderson. Who
Thomas Hearne might be or why he
killed the convict ! could never find
out So / failed, but | don't know
that / am ashamed of H. all things
considered"
The Washington times., 1906-01-21

guns. giving US glimpses of d narrow
slope Of turf ending in cliff, at the
foot of which an unseen river moaned
an chuckled.
Il helped YOU loyally-you have no
complaint against me?" asked old
Hearne, tapping me suddenly on the
shoulder.
81 could never wish a better COM
rade." I told him.
THAT is how 1 hope you viii always
think of me"
He was not a kind of man to talk
sentiment and l glanced back i'm sur
prise There was an expression Of
peace upon him, such as ] have never
seen in a human cOuntenance either
before or since. He had smiled and,
reaching over, gave my hand a
squeeze
You have the making Of a good fell
low in yoG," he said. May the fates
forget your follies-"
We drove on in silence for awhile,
and then the old man rose. kneeling
upon the cushions of the back seat.
Here comes the sun. Julius Craig.
ne said. The mists are scattering,
and the world comes peeping through
10 welcome you bilck TO freedom. W o.
men and wine and cards-does the old
spirit stir within you2"
And who the devil may you be?''
asked the convict. turning upon him.
Have hve years changed me so
much? Perhaps my beard is whittier
than * was the night you fed with
her to the yacht in Cadiz bay"
The convict gave a miserable cry,
like a beast in pain. shrinking back,
with his face one gray mask of fear
Not Mortimer he whispered. 1T
can't be Mortimer. He died"
You are quite mistaken, said
Hearne. politely.
II all happened very swiftly-in one
long breath or So IL seemed to me.
Craig sprang from MS seat and ran
wildly down the slope; but the old
The Washington times., 1906-01-21
Kike Are Exposed

of 4 No / heat, buttoned coats over
the same, rushed home and diffused
the genial warmth in the bosoms of
their families. The grOceryman from
Indiana said he drew the line at be
ing a general heat distributing bu-
reau all by himself. He ran up the
cold wave flag on the Hikes, and l
do not blame him any. There is a
limit to good nature and forbear-
ance even among people from the
same section. For various reasons
! suppress the name Of our free heat
dispensary, and also of the gentle
man who conducted it until he got
wise
In the matter of angling. Mr.. Kike
pursues the same liberal plan of
campaign. He is compelled 10 draw
on gulf and bayou for fish, since the
inventive genius OF man has not yet
produced a water-tight tank trunk
in which be might tote some live
bullheads and carp from the Middle
West He angles as he Hves-in a
perpetual state Of financial panic and
on an income Of thousands per. The
lee side Of a little bait shop on the
beach resembles the sole of a hob
nailed shoe. Mr.. Kike has been
there purchasing bait at a penny per
throw, whereas the reckless and eX-
travagant angler spIurges 10 cents
worth The bait dealer drives spires
into Mr.. Kike's pennies and n. Is
them to the walls Of the ship.
Should the stranger within our midst
desire to verify this financial state
ment. he may do so. as the amout Of
Mr. Kike's purchase is always in
plain view.
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Continued from Eighth Page)

.... Continued from Eighth Page)
away. In their place there lay blan-
ket of billowing white that sent wild
streamers upward 10 the flying veil or
clouds. only a quarter mile OF the
main road was visible. and up II the
first wave Of the misty inundauon was
marching like a lofty wall. l ran to-
ward the stable, cursing myself in my
mad disappointment.
eaUoped for 200 yards. and then
the fog gathered me TO itself and
had lust enough sense to pull the horse
10 4 slow trOt.
I could stiIl see the road for a dozen
paces. but all sense Of proportion and
distance had zone from me. The fog
was not static AIRY. but curled in broad
confusing Wreaths. or poured sideways
upon me in valauches of denser mist.
Sometimes the cart was on tie road,
sometimes off il. Twice I nearly cap
sized. In lhe end ] climbed down and
went to the horses head. leading il
forward at the run. l made better
progress after that.
Yet L was not more than half way 10
the cairn hill when from the whirling
shadows to my left there came a sound
that set my heart leaping in my breast.
II was the hurled thud of rife
/ stopped. listening and staring into
the mist. A second shot followed. And
then. as if raised by these echoes.
there Changed a distant bell, a deep
voice Of loud alarm from the prison
tower. telling the moor that convict
had escaped. that Julius Craig was
free. and that II, miserable fool that
was. had failed IN the trust which
had been placed upon me.
I tried not TO think. but ran Stub
bornIy on beside the horse with that
Internal bell rioting In my ears. My
life on the moors had put me in sound
condition and / never slackened nv
pace till ! had trotted up the rise to
where the track 10 the ruined farm
began. / checked the horse and walk
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man was not five yards behind him
believe that the convict had the pace
Of him. but the cliff turned Craig to
the right. and the next moment they
had closed and hung, swaying, upon
the edge.
The flicker of a knife, shrill. pip
ing cry. AID they were gone.
l was alone in a great silence save
for the faint murmurs OF the stream
as it fought the rocks below.
It took me ten minutes and more
to reach them. for l had 10 skirt the
cliff until a slide OF granite boulders
gave me a path 10 the bottom. Craig
WAS dead; the knife had done its
work: but the old man was alive.
though his grave blue eyes were glaz-
inc fact. He recognized me and smiled
very. very family 1 raised his head
upon my arm. and wiped his wrin-
kled face with my handkerchief.
rs he dead?"
Yes" told him.
II 1xas-manager of a mine-in
Spain" he whispered My daugh-
ter-he took her to his yaeht-scoun-
drel was married already-she died IN
London.
There was no vengeance in his face
now; ne faltered on as simply as
little child.
long search-found he was IN
Driscn-came' to kill him. I met you
to help him escape seemed a better
way. Then he would know why he
had to diff l had shot him over
hedge-he would never have under
stood-scrry for you-had to do my
duty-by him
His head fell back with a long sigh.
so that ! thought all was 0Yeri but
presently he rallied again. in the last
blind effort at life which even a man
with a broken back will make.
Not "A sin, Mary. dear" he called.
How car trey tell you it was murder
when they know"
He finished his explanation in an
other world
The Washington times., 1906-01-21
Sad Sad Story Wherein the Life and Angling Habits of the

To angle properly and with com
fort and profit man requires boat,
but the natives have cruel habit
of demanding money for building
skins or loaning them. That lets
Mr.. Kike out on any kind of boat
deal. Next season he may build
trunk-shaped boat on the farm and
check it through on his railroad
ticket filled with beans and dried
pumpkins. Meantime he yanks trout
and things from wharYes and bridg-
es should the fish happen 10 stray
near these structures. For a while
our beautiful $4,000 bridge across
the bayou was a cinch for Mr.. Kike.
From daylight until dark he fished
in the deep, flowing tide and fell on
into the same when the mood seized
him. When the Mes5rs. Kike as
semLted in numbers on the bridge
the breeze whimpered through the
imported whiskers like soughing
zephyrs in the pines. II was so
sweetly soft and soothing-sOrt Of
Aeolian harp effect.
One day a hike toppled overheard
from the draw fender into eighteen
feet Of water He lay on his back,
eyes closed. and churned brine into
his face with clenched fists. The
man didn't sink, for the reason the
oil in his hair and whiskers kept
him afoat Another angler reached
down from the bridge with his bam-
boo pole and requested the drowning
man TO freeze on 10 it. Nothing do
ing. The rescuer prodded the butt
Of the pole against the bosom of the
other fellow. He grabbed it and was
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ses are packed in the trunks along
with the old mans smoking tobacco,
which he raises himself. All these
things are on sale al Dope Springs,
but what's the sense OF buying them
while the farm at home is producing
the goods? Mr.. Kike carries his pro-
vender for six months by the simple
process of checking it through as
baggage free If charge. The whisk-
ers and cellulCi3 collar ride free on
the roUnd-trip excursion ticket If
he knows his business. Mr.. Kike en-
barks in a new pair of cowhide
boots, which make his feet hot and
feverish He pulls of the boots and
travels two days anG a night in his
stockings in the day coach. That
helps some.
Most winter sOjOurners charter "a
coy furnished cottage for the season
at a rental of about 800 Nothing
doing for Mr.. K'ke. He piles his col
Ony into one or two modest rooms.
where they do the huddle act to sleep
warm at tTifiing expense. Good sys-
TEN. Each member OF the outfit, in
Guiding kids, checks through on the
railroad ticket a huge trunk Of plain
but durable victuaIs. One party
brought several trunks Of hand-built
cheese, pumpkins, and such. Bag
gage-smashers en- route complained
about a certain heavy trunk which
rattled with the roll of the train.
They said il was criminal for a man
TO ship bullets in his baggage. When
dumped on al the station this trunk
broke open. and 200 pounds OF the
best white beans, all the way from
Iowa, piled up in little drifts on the
depot platform. That was the near
est approach TO a snowstorm Dope
Springs ever beheld. and the small
boys Of our town played at SNOWFALL
Ing with the beans owing to the
loss OF the bears. Mr.. Kike was
obliged to put a crimp in his menu
that winter.
Having no us for one-price-to-all
grocery stores. which install a stove
and fire it up IN chilly evenings, Mr..
Kike sometimes suffers from cold.
No popular loafng place is open to
him. He doesn't risk much heat at
the rooms, for the railroad viii not
permit him TO check coTdwoOd
through as baggage. Until the traffic
rules are amended so mat he can
bring his own reliable fuel and save
the cost OF pine knots. the South is
bound to lose some OF its popularity
as a winter resort.
Two or three seasons ago an enter
prising inmate of Indiana broke loose
and opened a 6rocery here. Mr.. Kike
came and sat around the HoosieT' S
cheerful fire in great lunches. He
conyersed much and soaked up
plenty of free heat, but never pUT-
chased anything. Els own stock at
home in the trunks equaled and, in
some instances, surpassed that OF
the groceryman. For weeks the lndi-
ana merchant listened to fashionable
chit chat about farms and gold
bricks and kept the fire going. He
meekly endured the absorption OF
heat by the MessTs. Kike until he
found they were working him. The
tight wads soaked their whiskers full
The Washington times., 1906-01-21

Is, liz tons of steel plates, and a total
expenditure of $36,S24,69.
The promoters OF this gigantic scheme
figure that Olmsted is wrong and
that the total cost will not exceed $23,-
100000. They argue that this huge sum
viii not crush the municipality, since.
according to the plans, il is intended TO
develop electrical power from water in
transit and sell IL TO manufacturing and
other concerns so as TO realize an in
come of $10000. coo annually. The pro-
moters see pretty nearly as many MIL
lions in the Los Angeles water scheme
Colonel Mulberry Sellers saw IN his
famous eyewater.
The Washington times., 1906-01-21
her Robinson, Collaboration With A. Conan Doyle

Did Henderson die in hospital?"
NO; they pulled him around. Some
old friends found him a place in soma
racing stables. He is there now"
He had broken several sorts OF
laws" | suggested. When he recoy-
cred didn't you"
NO, 1 didn't" said the inspector.
firmly. II let him go free-and with
out straining my conscience, either"
Copyright 1906. by Joseph B. Bowles)
Next Sunday-"A Blackmailing Inci-
dent"