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Audubon County journal., 1911-06-15
NO CARES.

FLUFFY little kitten,
Rolling on the floor;
Life is very pleasant
Nothing seems q bore.
Cream to lap in plenty,
A ball with which to play,
And now and then little nap
To pass the time away.
Never have to work hard,
Never have to fret;
Never have to worry bout
Getting out of debt.
Never had the brain fag,
Never short of sleep;
Happy little kitten,
Cuddled in heap!
Audubon County journal., 1911-06-15

The biggest stock of Lawn Nov.
ers in town at John Nelson's. al
Audubon County journal., 1911-06-15

Automobile men see me for Fourth
of July penants.
Raymond Herrick.
Audubon County journal., 1911-06-15

Reserved seats at F. H. Cotton's
Store on Wednesday June IA, 1911
foT the Coopere Orchestra.
Audubon County journal., 1911-06-15

Grasshopper-Well, call that
nerve. What do they think I'm going
to do; go out in the road?
Audubon County journal., 1911-06-15

Mr.. Gill Petty of Hamlin took in
the show Friday night.
Alfred Miller passed Friday night
with friends in Atlantic.
Audubon County journal., 1911-06-15

Mr.. Gill Petty of Hamlin took in
the show Friday night.
Alfred Miller passed Friday night
with friends in Atlantic.
Axel Borjesson had business call
ing him to the County Seat, laet
Friday.
NJ. o. Smith is getting his swing
repaired to be ready for the Fourth
of July.
AL Fredericks of Greeley was on
the Extra market Monday with 20
head of good big hogs.
Shompier Bintner was on the
market Monday morning with
bunch of good smooth hogs.
Will Wahlert of southeast Gree
ley sold 81 head of good marketable
hogs to our buyers on Monday.
Mrs. Nick Mertes went to Carroll
Friday to visit with her mother,
Mrs. Joansen and other relatives.
Oscar Wheeler marketed SO head
of hogs Friday night and Saturday
morning, our dealers buying the
bunch.
Albert ChantTy and family of
Adair visited Sunday and until
Monday evening at the home of his
brother, W. R. Chantry.
Geo. Henningsen of Atlantic was
calling on friends iu this town as
he was on his way to Audubon,
Monday morning IN his auto.
Joe Baumgartner, foreman of the
County Farm was calling on his
parents last Friday and made a
short call on the Journal force.
81. A. Nelson, wife aud children
autoed to Lorah on business and
then continued their journey down
to Atlantic on visit at the home
of S. r. Nelson, brother.
The Ladies Aid of the NJ. E. Church
have decided on preparing q good
dinner on the Fourth of July, the
came to be served in the park.
Every body is cordially invited to at
tend.
Lev. Parrott, residing three and
one-half miles south of town was
here early Monday morning trying
to secure the services of carpenter
to work on 14x18 foot building but
without success.
John Schlater started Monday
noon for Cedar Rapids to attend
Grand Lodge of Masons as proxy
for Worshipful Master Frank Krea-
mer whose business would not per.
NIT him to attend.
VIM. Fulton arrived at his home
in this city Monday after an absence
of several months at Hoquiam,
Washington where he was visiting
his son, Charles and wife and work
ing at the carpenter trade.
Ex-Judge now Congressman w.
r. Green was in town Saturday
greeting his constituency with a
hearty hand-shake and a pleasant
word aud incidentally looking over
the post office situation.
| Joe III. Bell is thinking seriously
of taking trip down to Piedmont,
IOklahema soon to visit his son Joe
Jr., who is in the dry wind and no
rain district at present and in dan
ger of not raising thing in the
way of subsistence.
w. R. Copeland came up from
the Bluffs Thursday of last week ana
has been visiting his and her par
ents and calling on former friends.
He is still with Judge w. I. Smith
acting as his Secretary. He return
ed to his home Wednesday, his
wife and son following today.
Louisville Post: II understand
} Kipling is paid 81. a word for his
poetry" said the soulful poet to the
hard-headed editor. Now you don't
pay me any such price for my poetry
II can hardly afford to pay ST.. Z
word for your poetty," the editor said
"but will pay you ST.. a line for 8
short poem."
The poet departed to return next
day with the following poem
Audubon County journal., 1911-06-15
For Sale

Two yearling Short Horn bulls.
Call on
If Il. III. Lastine,
Hamlin, Ia.
Audubon County journal., 1911-06-15

See the Woven Wire Hog Fence
that John Nielsen sells. "A
T. II. Lastine of near Hamlin was
in Extra Tuesday on business, him
self and son coming in the auto.
John Nielsen sells the Jenny Lind
and New Departure line of Cultiva-
tors. al
Monday June 18th after 1:SO D. M,
is the day to see DR.. Weber, the Eye
and Ear Doctor who cures at Park
Hotel. Examination free.
Screen doore while you wait at
j29 John Peterman's
The biggest stock of Lawn Now
ers in town at John Nelson's. al
Buy your batteries, automobile,
gas engine and machine oil of
If John Nielsen.
Christian Church Notes
Sunday School at 10 a. NJ.
Preaching at ii a m. and 500 p. M
Junior Eudeavor at p. m.
Senior Endeavor at $50 p. m.
We have oils for all purposes.
Extra Auto & Machine Wks.
10 percent discount on Henney
Buggies for the month of June at
John Nelson's. in2o
Wanted-Farmers to try our Ma
chine Oil. il
Extra Auto & Machine Wks.
Ifyou've tried the Rest, now try
the Best. We have the best and
most complete line of Machine, Au
tomobiie and Gas Engine Ollie in
town and our prices are right.
Extra Auto & Machine Wks.
A small farm close to town wants
to be sold at once. See
Tom Lohner.
Insure in the Continental Insur
ance Company. THEo. PATTY, Agt.
Automobile Men see me for Fourth
of july nenanta
Raymond Herrick.
Hay feed 15c at the Extra East
Livery Barn.
jill? Lauritz Hansen
Automobile men see me for Fourth
of July penants.
Raymond Herrick.
Have you tried Tom Lohner's
Flour at slips per sack. It
Come in and look over the large
stock of Hammock's at Hansen's
Drug Store. From so cts. to $500.
Cooper's Orchestra Friday, June
10Th.
For Sale
One horse power Gasoline En-
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1911-12-14

win which makes you an independent
man for life has been read in your
hearing. you are in as much ease Of
mind as you a be while your re-
manning sisters life hangs trembling
in the balance. and. more important
still. discoveries not made before the
funeral have been made since. render
ing 1t very desirable for you to enter
into particulars at this present mo-
sary then"
particulars? What ~particulars7
Don't you know enough as 1t is to
hang the Fellow? Wasn't he seer with
his fingers on Adelaide's throat? What
al l tell you that is any more dam
aging than that? Particulars" The
word seemed to irritate him beyond
endurance.
I'VE can understand" said the cor
oner. why you should feel sc strong
ly against one who has divided the
hearts Of your sisters and played with
one if not with both. But there are
missing links still to be supplied. and
this is why we have summoned you
here and ask you to be patient and
give the district attorney a little clear
er account of what went on in your
own house before you broke up that
evening and you went to your de-
bauch and your sister Adelaide to her
death at the Whispering Pines"
CrO RE CONrJNrrrn
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1911-12-14
BY ANNA
KATHARINE
GREENE
PROLOGUE
Copyright 1910.
By Anna Katharine Rohlfs

English detective stories have
their wa1ing and their waning in
public favor; their American
limitations hold the readers at
tention for a time; French and
German ocuteness in the devils
ing of original plots engages our
interest until the tales of never
Vdocqs are told, but Anna Kath-
arine Green's detective stories,
based on incidents Of American
life, are perennial boomers.
They know no permanent rivals
in American liking.
In the writing of stories With
originality of plot, skilltuz de-
piction Of character, interest of
incident, intricacy of mystery and
boldness of denouenent no for
eign novelist can hope to COM
pete for American favor with
this American woman writer.
Read The House of the Wits
Pering Pines" a story of love
and crime and mystery, told in
her best vein. We warrant it to
be one of her best and therefore
one of the worlds best.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1911-12-14

The alley you see belongs to our neigh
bors. No one passes through there but
myself and"-
He caught himself in time with a
sullen grunt which may have been the
result Of fatigue or of that latent in
stinct of loyalty which is often the
most difficult obstacle a detective has
to encounter.
And MI. Ranelagh, / suppose you
would say?" was Sweetwater's easy
finish.
No answer. The coachman simply
locked the door and put the key in his
pocket.
Sweetwater made no effort to deter
him. More than that. he desisted from
further questions. though he was dying
to ask where this key was kept at
night and whether it had been in its
usual place on the evening Of the MUIR
der. BE had gone far enough. he
thought. Another step and he might
arouse this mans suspicion. if not his
enmity. But he did not leave the shad-
ows into which he again receded until
he had satisfied himself tina. the key
went into the stable with the coach
man, where it probably remained for
this night at least.
1t was after 10 when Sweetwater
re-entered the house to say good night
to Hexford. He found him on watch
in the upper hall, and the man, Clarke.
below. He had a word with the for
mer:
what is the purpose of the little
door In the wall back of the stable?"
1T connects these grounds with
those Of the Fultons. The Fultons live
on Huested street"
"Are the two families intimate"
Every. Mr.. Cumberland is sweet on
the young lady there"
HE 8 that door, then" Sweet
water pursued.
Probably"
"Did he use It that night"
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1911-12-14
The House of the
Whispering
Pines

A'lowering of her head ana a sudden
make for the door.
Sweetwater changed his one to one
Of simple inquiry.
And was that where they always
stood, the pair Of them. one on each
end Of the dining room mantel?"
She nodded. involuntarily perhaps.
but decisively.
Sweetwater hid his disappointment.
The room mentioned was a thorough
fare for the whole family. Any men,
Der Of it could have taken the candle
stick.
"Im obliged to you" said he and
might have ventured further had she
given him the opportunity. But she
was too near the door to resist the
temptation of flight. In another mo-
ment she was gone, and Sweetwater
found himself alone with his refec.
tons.
The moon shone that night, much to
Sweetwater's discomforture.
The house presented an equally dolor-
u and forsaken appearance, and in
the stable it was no better. Zadok
had bought an evening paper and was
seeking solace from it's columns.
Sweetwater had attempted the so.
cable, but had been met by a decided
rebuff.
Soon Sweetwater realized that his
work was over for the night and plan.
ned to leave. But there was one point
to be settled first. Was there any 9th
err mean of exit from these grounds
save that offered by the ordinary drive
way?
He had an impression that in one
Of his strolls about he had detected the
outlines of a door in what looked like
a high brick wall in the extreme rear
If SO it We're we'll worth his while tc
know where that door led. 1t might
be as well to try the lock, but be
would have to cross a very wide strip
of moonlight in order to do so, and he
feared to attract attention to his ex.
IRENE inquisitiveness.
Advancing in a quiet, sidelong way
he had, he laid his hand on the small
knob above the lock and quickly turn,
ed it. The door was unlocked and
swung under his gentle push. An alley
way opened before him leading tc
what appeared to be another residence
street. He was about to test the truth
!, of this surmise when he heard a steI
behind him and. turning, encountered
the heavy figure Of the coachman ad
vancing toward him with a key in his
hand.
Zadok was of an easy turn. but he
had been sorely tried that day, and his
limit had been reached.
"You snooper!!" he bawled. ''Whar
do you want here? Won't the run q
the house content you? Come! I wan
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1911-12-14

- WEETWATER was soon at the
% bottom of the hill, where the
az street, taking a turn, plunged
him at once into a thickly pop
ulated district. AS this was still the
residence quarter, he passed on until
he gained the heart of the town and
the region of the saloons. Here he
slackened pace and consulted a mem
orandum he had made while talking
to Hexford.
1t was not his intention to revisit the
places so thoroughly overhauled by
the police. He carried another list,
that of certain small groceries and
quiet, unobtruSive hotels. where a
man could find a private room in which
to drink alone, it being Sweetwater's
conviction that in such a place, and
in such a place only, would be found
the tokens Of those solitary hours spent
by Arthur Cumberland between the
time of his sisters murder and his re-
appearance the next day.
He asked the first passerby the way
to HubbelI's alley.
It was q mile off. THAT settles it."
muttered Sweetwater. Besides. I
doubt if he would go into an alley.
The man has sunk low, but hardly so
low as that. What's the next address
I have? Cuthbert road. Where's
that?"
Espying a policeman eying him with
more or less curiosity from the other
side Of the street, he crossed over and
requested to be directed to Cuthbert
road.
"Cuthbert road! That's where the
markets are. They're closed at this
time Of night" was the somewhat sus-
picious reply.
Evidently the location was not a
savory one.
"Is there nothing but markets there?"
inquired Sweetwater quite innocent
ly. 1t was his present desire not
to be recognized as a detective wen
by the men on beat. "I'm looking up
a friend. He keeps a grocery or some
kind Of small hotel. I have his num-
Der. but I don't know how to get to
Cuthbert road"
linen urn straight uoouI duu 30
down the first street. and you'll reach
it before the trolley car you see up
there can strike this corner. But
first sew up your pockets. There's a
bad block between you and the mar
kets."
Sweetwater slapped his trousers and
laughed.
y" wasn't horn Yesterday" be cried
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1911-12-14
JUDICIOUS TREE MOVING
AND THE BARREN SUBURB
Defects Of Nature Corrected by Care
full Business Men.

In the promiscuous development Of
land for use as home sites many blum
ders have been made, but none perhaps
has as seriously affected some places
which nave fallen to the lot of i'm
provers" in the periphery of the city
as has the lack of judgment in the
treatment of trees found on the place.
AS Il rule. the careful developer Of
land will follow the lines laid down by
nature as closely as possible unless it
necessitates an undue expenditure, but
nothing but the money that can be got
out of it by cutting it up into building
lots, give majestic trees and their use
fulness in landscape effects no thought
other than that they will mean an ex-
pense to cut down.
1t is here that Il damage is done
which years could not repair were it
not for the fact that through expert
ence after considerable experimenting
it is possible to transplant many Il
rieties OF trees. some as old as a CEN
tury.
Because Of the advance made by
landscape artists many mistakes of
this nature have been possible Of cor
r%ection, and it is likely that none would
have occurred if the slightest consid-
GRAFTON had been given to the fact that
a tree and even puny shrubbery are
more often than not the means of
adding to the value Of a suburban
property.
1t is possible that the vandalism, for
sl.ch might be termed the unnecessary
destruction OF plant life, has occurred
principally among those having no ex-
perlence with the country. who saw no
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1911-12-14

and. following the officer L
made straight for the road. ~. r,
was not far off
He hesitated when he rp"' 80! il.
Some houses invite and >,'',. 500" l..
This house repealed. ~" 'h"r" vas
nothing shabby or mvs"rinrs about
It. There was the '"."N' entrance.
lighted. but o too hri'isntiy: n row
Of dark windows il. and above it
all a slopina root in which another
sparkle of light drew his attention to
an upper row of windows. this time
of the old dormer shape. An alley ran
down or" side of the house to the
stables. now locked. but later to be
thrown Ope" for the use of the farm
ers who begin to gather here as EAR
~ as 4 O'clock. Nothing wrong in
its appearance. everything shipshape
and vet 81 shall find some strange
characters here" was the Sweetwater
comment with which our detective
opened the door and walked into the
house.
1t was an unusual hour for guests.
and the woman whom he saw bending
over a sort Of desk in one corner Of
the room he strobe into looked up
hastily. almost suspiciously.
well. and what is your business"
she asked.
II want a room," he tipsily conided
to her. Gin which I can drink and
drink till I cannot see-whisky, just
whisky. Give me a room. I'll be
quiet"
III give you nothing" She was
hot and angry and full of distrust.
This house is not for such as you.
It's Il farmers lodging-honest men.
who'd stare and go mad to see a fell
Ter like you about. Go along. I tell
you. or I'll call Jim. He'll know what
to do with you"
"Then he'll know more'n I do my
self" mumbled the detective. with a
crushed and discouraged air. Money
and not a place to spend it in. Why
can't | go in there" he peevishly in
CURED with a tremulous gesture to-
ward Il half open door through which
a glimpse could be got of q neat little
snuggery. "Nobody'll see me. Give
me Il glass and leave me till l rap for
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1911-12-14

ne ulGur VISIT ner."
Where did he goy"
I'VE can't find out. He was FIRST
e e on Garden street. coming home
after a night of debauch. He had
drunk hard. Asked where he got the
liquor. he maundered out something
about a saloon. but none of the places
which he usually f%requents had seer
him that night. have tried them all
and some that weren't in his books.
1t was no good"
"That door is supposed to be locked
at night. Zadok says that's his duty.
Was it locked that night?"
Cant say. Perhaps the coroner can.
You see. the inquiry ran in such a diff.
ferent direction at first that a small
matter like that may have been over.
looked"
Sweetwater subdued the natural re.
tort and, reverting to the subject of
the saloons, got some specific informa.
ton in regard to them. Then he
passed thoughtfully downstairs. only
to come upon Helen. who was just ex-
tinguishing the front hall light.
Good night" he said in passing.
Good night. Mr.. Sweetwater."
There was something in her one
which made him stop and look back.
She had stepped into the library and
was blowing out the lamp there. He
paused Il moment and sighed softly.
Then he started toward the door. only
to stop again and cast another look
back. She was standing in n of the
doorways. anxiously watching him and
twisting her fingers in and out in an
irresolute way truly significant in one
Of her disposition.
He felt his heart leap.
Returning softly, he took up his
stand before her. looking her straight
in the eye.
Good night" he repeated. with an
odd emphasis.
Good night" she answered. with
| equal force and meaning.
But the next moment she was speak
ing rapidly. earnestly.
L Gill L SlCCp, III ~ hSNCi
can when I'm not certain Of my duty.
Mr.. Ranelagh is an injured man. Ask
what was said and done at their last
dinner here. | can't tell you. l didn't
listen. and l didn't see what happened,
but it was something out of the ordi-
nary. Three broken wineglasses lay on
the tablecloth when ! went in to clear
away. | heard the clatter when they
| Cell and smashed. but l said nothing.
l have said nothing since. but 1 know
there was a quarrel. and that Mr.. Rane.
lagh was not in it. for his glass was
the only one which remained unbroken.
Am l wrong in telling you? l wouldn't
Tiff it We're not for Mr.. Ranelagh.
He didn't do right by Miss Cumber-
land. but he doesn't deserve to be in
prison, and so would Miss Carmel tel
you if she knew what was going on
and could speak. She loved him and
I've said enough-Tve said enough
the agitated girl protested as he lean
ed eagerly toward her. II couldn't
tell the priest any more. Good night
And she was gone.
He hesitated Il moment, then pursued
his way to the side door and Sc Out
Of the house into the street. Soon he
returned to his old habit Of mutterine
to himself.
zone thing l will solve, and that is
where this miserable fellow spent the
hours between this dinner they speak
| - o.l 4l,o 4;r,o 20 bic ,,o+11rp -1r+ dow
HeXford has failed at it. Now we'll
see what a blooming stranger can do
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1911-12-14

THIS HOUSE IS NOT FOR SUCH AS YOU"
you in the morning. That's worth a
flyer. Don't you think SO. missus? And
We'll begin by passing owe the fver."
No"
She was mighty peremptory. and.
what was more. she was in a great
hurry to get rid of him. This haste
and the anxious a she turned to-
ward the hall enlightened him as to
the situation. There was some one
within hearing or liable to come within
hearing who possibly was not so stiff
under temptation.
Changing his tactics. he turned his
back on the snuggery and surveyed
the offended woman with just a touch
OF maudlin sentiment.
II say" he cried, just loud enough to
attract the attention of any n within
ear shot. you're a mighty fine wo-
man and the boss of this here estab-
lishment, that's evident. I'd like to see
the man who could say no to you.
He's never sat in that ERE cashiers
seat where you be. of that Pm dead
sure. He wouldn't care for flyers if
you didn't. nor for tens either"
He began to edge toward the door,
always eying her and always speak
ing loudly in admirably acted tipsy
Inconsistencies Of the fact.
I'm a mar who likes my OWL way
as we'll as anybody, but I never quar-
rel with a woman. Pm going. missus;
Pm going. OH"
The mai who had entered was small
almost to the point Of being a manikin.
and, more than that, he was weaver
of face and i'll balanced on his two
tiny. ridiculous legs.
"Is she making a fool of herself"'
asked the little man in a voice as
shrill as it WAS weak. do your bust
ness with me-. Women are no good"
And he stalked into the room as only
little men can.
Sweetwater took out his bill, pointed
to the snuggery and tapped his breast
pocket. "Whisky here" he confded.
Bring me a glass. I don't mind your
farmers. They won't bother me.
What I want is a locked door and a
still mouth in your head. I want to
booze to my hearts content, with no.
body by to count the glasses. You've
known such fellers before. and hat
cozy little room over there has known
them too. Just add me to the list. 1t
won't harm you"
The mans hand closed on the bill.
Sweetwater noted the action out of
the corner Of his eye. but his direct
glance was on the woman. Her back
was to him, but she had started as
he mentioned the snuggery and made
as if to turn. but thought better Of it
and bent lower over her books.
"T've struck the spot" he mrh.mured
exultantly to himself. This is the
place I want. and here I'll spend the
night. but not to booze my wits away:
oh. {.
Nevertheless it was q night virtually
wasted. He learned nothing more
than what was revealed by that n
slight movement on the part of the
woman.
The driving in of the farmers. and
the awakening of life in the market,
and all the stir it ~occasioned inside the
house and out, prevented sleep even If
he had been inclined that way. Soon
err than was expected Of him. sooner
than was wise, perhaps, he was on his
feet and peering out Of the n small
window this most dismal day room
contained. He had not mistaken the
outlook. 1t gave on to the alley and
all that was visible from behind the
curtains where he stood was the high
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1911-12-14

value in trees. when the plans for the
building site development were ordered
and had them removed because they
stood in the way of stalking out a $50
or $500 lot.
Acres Of such places, after passing
through the hands Of spectators, OPP
orators. and then finally reaching the
producer. for such is the proper term
for the developer, have been made at
tractive home pl' es by the simple
process Of plan g young and old
trees. shrubs. and a little application
of landscape art.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1911-12-14

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