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Carson City daily appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1907-1930, 1913-01-13
The Canteen

THE doing way with the canteen
in the barracks of the army. has re-
suited in more drunkenness more ar
rests and more disgrace than ever
followed the restricted and supervis-
ed drinking within the walls. the
! members of the w. {. T. I. urged
and finally succeeded in abolishing
the army canteen, Since that time
the soldiers have been drunk i'll every
commonwealth they could buy liquors
As soon as the canteen was abolish,
cd at the Preside a lot OF dumps
were erected near the army post.
| Brawls. murders. arrests and all class
eS of small and greater crimes have
followed.
The evidence has resulted in the
heads of the army urging Congress
to re-establish the canteen. To give
the government a chance - supervise
, drinking. As long as there is an army
men will drink. If they are to salts
fy their appetites it had better be lin
der the supervision of the army than
Of the public saloon keeper.
It is also rumored that members
of the w. c. T. L. are gradually
Withdrawing their objections to the
supervised canteen. as they have
been shown by results that whisky
drinking outside the reserve does
more damage and breeds more crime
| than under the eye Of the government
OverSeerS.
Carson City daily appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1907-1930, 1913-01-13
A New Scheme

The California Legislature has just
convened. 1t is to try a new tricl
thirty days will take a recess of thu
ty days to think things over. All
bills intended to be offered must be
introduced before the recess: no bill
can be introduced into either house
thrce-fOurths of the members.
We think this is a good idea. We
do not know that it will be any inn
provement in legislation. but the
menace Of what the legislature will
do will b e taken away for thirty days
and the people be given a rest
Stockton Mail.
Carson City daily appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1907-1930, 1913-01-13
Are Not Martyrs

The dynamite conspirators had a
fair trial at indianapolis. They were
Judged guilty of a most hcnious and
hellish o~ffense. And then they were
given sentences which were most
extremely l|enicnt: for hanging would
have been none to severe a penlaty
for such a crime.
II was not labor unionism that was
on trial.
The worst enemies OF labor-union-
ism were the defendants.
Many of the labor unionists in the
East recognize the fact and declare
union labor must begin a house
cleaning; must rid herself of the ph,s
sical-force element within her ranks.
which is a more deadly enemy to the
cause than all who assault from tn"
outside.
But not all labor uuionists have
that much sense. Many of them have
appeared in print to declare their
"brothers" were unjustly treated:
and 10 aver the Labor Unionists ot
the Nation would stay with them t.
the end, and fight the unjust yer
dict and sentence" in the ultimate
Court.
In Milwaukee the local Union o.
Bridge and Structural Iron Workers
has gone to the extent not only OF
upholding all its brothers" but of
rc-clccting William Reddin its Sec
reary.
Rcddin i one OF those convicted at
indianapolis Of completely in the dy-
Mantle scheme. and is now in the I'M
tied States penitentiary at Fort
Lcavenworth. Kansas, under a sem
tence of three years.
Could idiocy and blind loyalty to
the undeserving, yes, 6endiSh, march
to greater length?
For il is scarcely conceivable that
these workers in Milwaukee would
go to the extent of defending. and
unfolding. and championing men
they knew to be guilty OF the deviliSh
crime OF using dynamite recklessly
and criminallv 10 destroy property
and to take life.
Rather would the citizens think
these workers do not and will not
believe that Rcddin is guilty Of tie
terrible crime charged against him
although God alone knows how any
man can have faith in his innocence
who has read the evidence at all in
diligently.
II must be that these workers.
who are still standing by their
"brothcrs" and who will stand by
them till the end-have been misled
not alone by scoundrelly leaders
within the ranks, but as we'll by de-
signing demagogues on the outside.
II has been dinned into their ears
for months that this dynamite trial
and similar trials were not inaugur-
atcd with any desire to do justice
and TO punish the guilty, but solely
with a view TO crush unionism.
No man who will appeal to the la
Dor unionsists Of the country as John
w. Kern is appealing to them is a
real friend Of union labor.
These dynamitcrs for whom John
Carson City daily appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1907-1930, 1913-01-13

WONDER what has become of the
old-time yellow flag which was usc'l
to warn people of the existence o
that loathsome and highly contagious
disease. smallpox. 1t served its
purpose well and all who saw it
knew what was meant and could acr
accordingly. 1t seems to be the ten
dcncy these days to keep the matter
under over a secret, and to keep It
quiet. This is poor policy and should
not be tolerated.
Good things at Fritz's Place Drop III
Carson City daily appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1907-1930, 1913-01-13

w. Kern would have the honest I'M
ION labor of the country sacrifice IT.
self, are no more brothers to the
respectable. law-abiding, Industrious
peaceful, and honorable labor union
lists OF America than was Judas 1sca-
riot a brother" to Jesus Christi.
j. McClatchy in Sacramento Bee.
Carson City daily appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1907-1930, 1913-01-13

Goo. things at Fritz's Place Drop in
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1913-01-03

through his fingers, his pleasure-lov-
ing fingers.
Come, come, Horace; buck up.
Still the ruby kindles in the vine. No
turning back now. Well go on till we
come bang! against the wall. There
may be some good bouts between here
and there. l wonder what Gioconda
would say II she knew why I was so
eager for this game?"
He went down to dinner, and they
gave him table in an obscure corner,
as subtle reminder that his style was
passe. He didn't care; he was hungry
and thirsty. He could see nearly every
one, ever If only few could see him.
This was somewhat to his vantage. He
endeavored to pick out Percival Alger-
non; but there were too many high
collars, too many monocles. So he
contented himself with mild philo.
sophical observance OF the scene. The
murn1ur Of voices, rising as the wall
of the violins sank, sinking as the
wall rose; the tinkle of glass and
china, the silver and linen, the pretty
women in their rustling gowns, the
delicate perfumes, the fash Of an
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1913-01-03

are. There isn't man living who
has gone back Of that Mona Lisa smile
of hers. II she was the last woman
and I was the last man, l don't say"
He hunted for a cigarette, but failed
to find one. almost at the bottom,
boy; the winter Of our discomfort, and
no sun Of York to make it glorious.
Twenty-four hundred at cards, and to
lose it like a tyro! Wallace has taught
me all he knows, but I'm BOBBY.
Twenty-four hundred, firms money.
It's a failing of mine, the firms money.
But, damn it all, can't cheat a man
at cards; I'd rather cut his throat"
He found his pipe, and careful
search of the corners of his coat-pock.
cts revealed meager pipeful of to-
bacco. He picked out the little balls
Of wool, the ground-coffee, the cloves,
and pushed the charge home into the
crusted bowl of his briar.
ITO the devil with economy! A
pint of burgundy and a perfecto II
tbey hale us to Jail for it. I'm dead
tired. I've seen three corners in he'll
IN the past two months. I'm going as
far as four sovereigns will take me.
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1913-01-03
CHAPTER III.
The Holy Yhiordes.

George drank bis burgundy perfume
torily. Had it been astringent as the
native wine Of Corsica, he would not
have noticed it. The little nerves
that ran from his tongue to his brain
had temporarily lost the power Of COM
munication. And all because Of the
girl across the way. He couldn't keep
his eyes from wandering in her d..
rection. She faced him diagonally.
She ate but little, and when the elder
ly gentleman poured out for her q
glass Of sauterne, she motioned 1t
aside, rested her chin upon her fold
ed hands, and stared not at but
through her vis-a-vis.
1t was a lovely head, topped with
coils Of lustrous, light brown hair;
an oval face, Of white and rose and
ivory tones; scarlet lips, small, reg
uhr nose, and a chin the soft round
ness Of which hid the resolute lift to
it. To these attributes Of loneliness
was added a perfect form, the long,
flowing curves of youth, not the abrupt
contours of maturity. George couldn't
recollect when he had been so i'm.
pressed by face. From the moment
she had stepped down from the car.
riage, his interest had been drawn,
and had grown to such dimensions
that when he entered the dining-room
his glance Immediately searched for
her table. What luck in finding her
across the way! He questioned II he
had ever seen her before. There was
something familiar; the delicate pro-
file stirred some sleeping memory but
did not wake 1t.
How to meet her, and when he did
meet her. how to interest her? II she
would only drop her handkerchief, her
purse, something to give him an ex-
cuse, an opening. All, he was certain
that this time the hydra-headed one
should not overcome him. To gain
her attention and to hold 1t, he would
have faced a lion, tiger, a wildele-
plant. To diagnose these symptoms
might not be fair to George. Love
at first sight" reads we'll and sounds
we'll, but we hoary-headed philoso-
piers know that the phrase is only
poetical license.
Once, and only once, she looked In
his direction. 1t swept over him with
the chill of winter wind that he
meant as much to her as a tree, .
fence, a meadow, as seen from the
window of a speeding railway train
But this observation, transient as IL
was, left with him the indelible i'm.
preston that her eyes were the sad.
dest he had ever seen. Why? Why
should a young and beautiful girl have
eyes like that? 1t could not mean
physical WEAKNESS, else the face
would in some way have expressed 1t.
The elderly man appeared TO do his
best to animate her; he was kindly
and courteous and by the gentle way
he laughed at intervals was trying to
bolster up the situation with a jest or
two. The girl never 30 much as smiled,
or shrugged her shoulders; she was az
responsive to these overtures as mar.
BILE would have been.
(TO BE CONTINUEDJ
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Fortune ChedsOye" His blue
eyes became less hard and his mouth
less defiant. Il repeat, the heart
should be nothing but a pump. 9th
erwlse 1t gets in the way, becomes an
obstruction, a bottomless pit. Will
power, that's the ticket. | can face a
lion without an extra beat, | can face
the various countenances of death
without an additional futter; and yet,
here's a girl who, when | see her or
think of her, sends the pulse soaring
from seventyseven up to eighty-four.
Bad business; besides, it's so infer
nally questionable. It's hard work
for a man to keep his balance 'twixt
the devil and the deep, blue sea; Clio
conda on one side and Fortune on the
other. Gioconda throws open windows
and doors at my approach; but For.
tune locks and bars hers, nor knocks
at mine. That's the way it always
goes.
If a man could only 60 back ten
years and take a new start. Asst
balling his fist at the reflection in the
mirror. Swivel and whine over the
bed of your own making. You had
your opportunity, but you listened to
the popping Of champagne-corks. the
mutter Of cards, the inane drivel of
chorus-ladies. You had decent col
lege record, too. Bah! What a guile.
less fool you were! You ran on, didn't
you, till you found your neck in the
loop at the end Of the rope? And
perhaps that 'soft-footed. estimable
brother Of yours didn't yank it taut as
a hangman's? You heard the codicil
into one ear and out the other. Even
then you had your chance; patience
for two short years, and a million. No.
a thousand times no. You knew what
you were about, empty-headed fool!
And today, two pennies for a dead
mans eyes,"
He dropped his fist dejectedly
Where had the first step begun? Ant
where would be the last? In some
drab corner, possibly; drink, NOR
phine, or starvation; he'd never have
the courage to finish it with a bullet
He was terribly bitter. Everything
worth while seemed to have slipped
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1913-01-03
COPYRIGHT 1911 ~ BOBBS TNERRILL COMPANY

pairing minutes from timetables. For
a man in his business it was clever
expedient, deceiving all but those who
knew him. He hesitated at the door
however. as if he had changed his
mind in the twenty-odd PAGES 1t took
to reach it. He stared for long
period at the elderly gentleman who
was watching the feluccas on the
river through the window. The white
mustache and imperial stood out in
crisp relief against the ruddy sunburn
on his face. If he was aware Of this
scrutiny on the part of the pursy gen
tleman, he gave not the least sign
The revolving door spun round, send
ing puff of outdoor air into the
lounging-room. The elderly gentleman
then smiled, and applied his thumb
and forefnger to the waxen point OF
his imperial.
In the intervening time Mr. Ryanne
entered his room, threw the bundle
on the bed, sat down beside it, and
read his letter. Shadows and lights
moved across his face; frowns that
hardened it, smiles that mellowed It
Women hold the trick of writing let
tiers. Do they hate, their thoughts
flash and burn from line to line. Do
they love, It's lettered music. Do they
conspire, the breadth of their imagi'
nation is without horizon. At best
man can indite only polite business
letter, his love-notes were adjudged
long since a maudlin collection OF
loose sentences. In this letter Mr.. Ry'
anne found the three parts of life.
She's a good general; but hang
these birthstone efforts of hers. She
talks too much of heart. For my part
| prefer to regard 1t as mere phys,
ical function, a pump, a motor, pow
err that gives action to the legs, either
in coming or in going, more especially
in going" He laughed. well, hers
is the inspiration and hers is the law
And to think that she could plan all
this on the spur of the moment, down
to the minutest detail! It's science
He put the letter away, slid out his
legs and glared at the dusty tips Of
his shoes. 1.-THE United Romance and
Adventure Company, Ltd, Of NJ.
York, London, and Paris. She has the
greatest gift Of all, the sense Of hui
NOR"
He rose and opened his kit-bae
doubtfully. He rummaged about In
the depths and at last Strengthened
up with mild oath.
Not a pair Of cuffs in the whole
outfit, not shirt, not collar. oh
we'll, when man has to leave Bagdad
the way did, over the back fence
so to speak. linen doesn't count"
! He drew down his cuffs, detached
and reversed them, he turned his fold
ing collar wrong-side out, and used
the under side of the foot-rug as q
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ming. The United Romance and Ad-
venture Company is not listed at pres
ent If 1t was, I'd sell few shares
on my own hook. The kind Lord
knows that I've stock enough and to
spare He laughed again, but with
out the leaven Of humor. when the
fool.killer snatches up the last fool,
let rogues look to themselves; and
fools are getting scarcer every day.
"Percival Algernon! O age of pc,
cts! l wonder, does he wear high col
lars and spats, or has she plumbed
him accurately? She is generally
right. But "a man changes some in
seven years. I'm an authority when 1t
comes to that. Look what's happened
to me in seven years! First, Horace,
we shall dine, then We'll smoke our
pipe In the billiard-room, then we'll
softly approach Percival Algerron
and introduce him to Sinbad. This in.
dependent excursion to Bagdad was
a stroke on my part; it will work into
the general plan as smoothly as if it
had been grooved for the part. Sinbad.
l might just as we'll have assumed
that name: Horace Sinbad, sounds
we'll and looks we'll" He unused in
silence, his hand gently rubbing his
chin; for he did possess the trick of
talking aloud, in low monotone, a
habit acquired during periods of lone.
Illness, when the sound of his own
voice had succeeded in steadying his
lettering mind.
What a woman, what a wife, she
would have been to the right man!
Odd thing, a man can do almost any.
thing but direct his affections; they
must be drawn. She was not for him
nay, not even on desert isle. Doubt
less he was fool. In time she would
have made him a rich man. Alack
It was always the one We pursued
that we loved and never the one that
pursued us.
I'm afraid Of her; and there you
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1913-01-03

arm, the CLINT of polished shoulder
his was the essence of life he coveted.
He smiled at the thought and the sure
knowledge that he was not the only
wolf in the fold Ay, and who among
these dainty Red Riding Hoods might
be fooled by vulpine grandmother?
Truth, when fellow winnOwed 1t all
down to a handful, there were only
fools and rogues. If one was a fool,
the rogue got you, and he in turn de-
yOured himself.
He held his glass toward the table
lamp. moved 1t slowly to and fro I'M
der his nose, epicureanly; then he
slipped the wine. Something like! II
ran across his tongue and down his
throat in tingling fire, nectarious; and
he went half way to Olympus. to the
feet Of the gods. For weeks he had
lived in the vlest haunts, in desperate
straits, his life in his open hands; and
now once more he had crawled from
the depths to the outer crust OF the
world 1t did not matter that he was
destined to go down into the depths
again; so long as the spark burned
he was going to crawl back each time.
Damnable luck! He could have lived
like a prince. Twenty-four hundred,
and all in two nights, a steady stream
of gold into the pockets Of men whom
he could have cheated with consum-
mate ease, and didn't. A fine wolf,
whose predatory instincts were still
riveted to that obsolete thing called
| conscience!
Conscience? Rot! Let us for
once be frank and write 1t down as
caution, as fear of publicity, anything
but the white guardian-angel of the
Immortality of the soul. Heap up the
gold, Apollyon; heap 1t up, higher and
higher, till not a squeak Of that still
small voice that once awoke the chap
in the Old Testament can ever again
| be heard. Now, no more retrOspection.
Horace; no more analysis; the vital
question SINNERS down to this: II
Percival Algernon balks, how far will
four sovereigns go?"
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1913-01-03

/ The porter then understood That ne
was dealing not with a species of
mild lunacy, but with that kind of
light-hearted cynicism upon which
the world Gas porters know it, had set
its approving seal. In brief, he smiled
family; and if he had any pleasantly
to pass in turn, the approach Of the
manager, now clothed metaphorically
in deferentialism, relegated 1t to
the limbo Of things thought but left
unsaid
Here is a letter for you, Mr.. Ry-
anne, Have you any more luggage?"
NO Mr.. Ryanne smiled. Shall
pay for my room in advanced"
ooh, no, sir" Ten years ago the
manager would have blushed at hav-
ing been so misunderstood. your
room is 20S."
will you have boy show me the
way?"
II shall myself attend to that If
the room is not what you wish it
! may be eXChanged.'
"The room Is the one telegraphed
! for. l am superstitious to a degree.
On three boats | have had fine state
| rooms numbered 20S Twice the num-
Der Of my hotel room has been the
same. On the last voyage there were
20S passengers, and the captain had
made 20S voyages on the Mediterra-
nean."
Quite coincident."
"Ah, if roulette could be played with
such q certainty"
Mr.. Ryanne sighed, hitched up his
bundle, which, being heavy, was begin
ming to wear upon his arm, and signi-
fed to the manager to lead the way.
AS they vanished round the corner
to the lift, the head-porter studied the
guest-list. He had looked over it a
dozen times that day, but this was the
first instance Of his being really i'll
terested in 1t. AS his chin was fresh
ly shaven he had no stubble to stroke
to excite his mental processes; so
he fell back, as we say, upon the con-
soling ends of his abundant mus
tache. Curious; but all these persons
were occupying or about to occupy
adjacent rooms. There was truly
nothing mysterious about it, save that
the stranger had picked out these very
names as target for his banter. For
| tune Chedsoye; 1t was rather an I'M
usual name; but as she had arrived
only an hour or so before, he could
not distinctly recall her features. And
| then, there was that word bucolic.
He mentally turned it over and over
as physically he was wont to do with
postcards left in his care to mail.
He could make nothing of the word,
except that it smacked of the East
Indian plague.
Here he was saved from further
cerebral agony by timely Interrupt
ton. A man, who was not of bucolic
persuasion either in dress or speech,
urban from the tips of his bleached
fingers to the bulb Of his bibulous
nose, leaned across the counter and
asked if Mr.. Horace Ryanne had yet
arrived. Yes, he had just arrived; he
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1913-01-03

shoe-polisher. 1t was the ingenious
procedure of man who was used 70
Icing out late nights, who made all
things answer ali purposes. This rand
and singularly careless toilet com.
pleted. he centered his concern upon
the more vital matter Of finances, He
was close to the nadir: four soyer-
eigns, form, and collection Of hat.
tered coppers that would have tick,ed
the pulse of an amateur numismatist
mo vintage tonight, my bow. no
long, fat Havana, either. A bottle If
stout and a few rags of plue.c,,t.
that's the pace we'll travel this ava.
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1913-01-03

was even now on his way to his room.
The urban gentleman nodded. Then,
with a finger slim and well-trimmed,
he trailed up and down the guest-list.
"Ha! | see that you have the Duke
of What.d' -ye-call from Germany here.
I'll give you my card. Send it up to
Mr.. Ryanne. No hurry. shall be in
again after dinner"
He hustled off toward the door.
He was pursy, well-fed, and decently
dressed, the sort of a man who, when
he moved in any direction. created the
impression that he had an important
engagement somewhere else or was
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1913-01-03
SYNOPSIS.

George Percival Algernon Jones, vice
president Of the Metropolitan Oriental Rug
company Of New York, thirsting for ro-
nance, is in Cairo on a business trip.
The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1913-01-03
Uncle PennywIse SAYS

Some of us can laugh when the
Joke Is on US; but none of us believe
in carving that kind Of q Joke too fag
The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1913-08-25
Maple Lake Personals

of Bemidti. Thomas Spence of Crook
ston. Mabel Bulge of Erskine, Mana
! Amundson. Mrs. A. Kahala. Edrid
Moen. Homer Laurent, Mrs. K. NJ.
Quesnell, Eli ST. Joes. Viola Remick,
Harvey st. Joes, j. Smith and Mr.. and
Mrs. NJ. Thornton of Devils Lake spent
Sunday at Buhn's hotel.
Tuesday evening Margaret Randall
entertained her friends at a winnie.
marshmallow and corn roast in front
of their cottage "Minnewawa." Those
present were Corinne. Helen. Dorothy
and John Heitmann. George Gets.
Faith Griffith. Dorothy and Maxine
Wright. Dorothy. Margaret and Rob-
ert Webster and Irene Parr.
Arthur McHahe Joe Roller. Stanley
Caldwell, Frank Umlauf. l.. Campbell
and Terry Butler of Grand Forks.
Hazel Sargent. Alvin D%uleriaque, W.
ston. William Walker of Bemidji, Alice
Leach and Lille Thompson of Grand
Forks. R. F. Mills Of Crookston, G. ".
Buckingham and daughters. Jennie
and Grace, and on. Ray. and Arthur
H. Daubenberg Of Grand Forks. A. NJ.
Severtson of Crookston. Theo. Lystall
of Ada. Rasmus Page Of Warren. Miss
Inga Hanson Of Thief River Falls, Mr..
and Mrs. Walter Feick of Grand
Forks. Mrs. Hember, S. Hember. a.
Hember. Earl Sims. Ruby Reiton, Cliff
ford Reiton and Hazel Rutherford Of
Grand Forks. Mr.. and Mrs. j. A. Mare
krop of Crookston. j. F. Hemphrey
of Fosston. L. @. Reganlbal, Valera
Lanctot, Ed. Lanctot and Eugene
Lanctot Of Crookston spent Sunday at
Lakeside hotel.
Mrs. B%rvnjolfson and Mrs. Randall
entertained Friday afternoon at a pic
mic lunch at Strands in honor Of Mrs.
r. B. Griffith. Mrs. o. A. Webster and
Miss c. G.. Griffen.