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The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-30

paid no heed to them. His life was a matter of small moment beside getting this thing done.
 The great wall of snow poised above the trail for an instant; and finally, shaken free from the mountain in every with a roaring leap that finally changed it to swiftly moving streak of whites The last fragment went over the brink, followed by several bou1ders whose mo-
 mentum carried them past the pocket.
 The bare brown side of the mountain was left; the marks of the trail were nearly ob1iterated; and beside 1t lay a smooth white surfaceJ glazed by the passage of the snow above it. This was the pocket.
 The man seized a spade and began feverishly to dig. The weight of the snow that passed above had packed 1t harder than he expected; but he toiled That night he slept lightly, still restless till his purpose should be accomplished even to the uttermost detail.
 With the earliest light he was at work again. By noon he had reached one of the burros. He uncovered the animal with care; and after making several trips to the tent, transporting the pack it had carried, cast 1t over the cliff. His eff orts were telling on his already depleted strength; but he went on doggedly that day and the next. He counted the loads to be sure he had them all. The bodies of the men he forbore to search. Their possessions had been no part of his idea; and he cast them after the burros, as they were. He allowed nothing to re- main, that all might be complete. Nor did the strained look leave his face till his tracks had been ob1iterated with water carried 1aboriously from spring. He looked uneasi1y at the snow, but real ized that the sun had already melted away the marks of his shovel, and that
 With the darkening of the next night, he found himself standing by the empty pocket, the work accomplished. Turn ing slowly, he made his way to his tent.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-30
WAY OF MAKING A LIVING
Show Troubles
 Cause Scores of Persons Try Q Help Them. C

They are Mr. and Mrs. Bert Davis on Sundays, but on every other day of the week, when crowds are hurrying to see Buffalo Bills Wild West and Pawnee Bills Far East, they are plain Hiram and Lucinda.
 MT. Davis-weIl cali him Hiram from now on-several years ago was voted by all performers to be the greatest clown in the country, and since that time he has been trying to keep up to his reputation. Mrs we mean Lucinda-has been aiding her husband, and though she does not have time to darn socks or cook a meal she can make crowd feel merry.
 The work of Hiram and Lucinda is not tedious to them, even though they have been doing it for twenty years. Hiram and Lucinda supposedly drive in on the day the show comes to town, and about ten or eleven o'clock in the morning they start pro ceedings.. Hiram leaves Lucinda in the old ramshack1e vehicle drawn by Ia horse from eighteen to twenty years old, and is supposed to get something in drug store.
 Persons who live in the locality are amused at the aged woman and they take second look at her. They think how she has come all the way from
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-30

braces bedded against the solid rock. No weight of snow from above could move 1t; and if an avalanche should come, which was barely possible, there would still be time for any one on the trail to have chance of gaining safety. He looked closely at the base of each shore, marking with care the points most vital to the strength of the structure, and clearing away the snow where it was not too deep. He observed with satisfaction that the structure sagged in places from the weight of the snow above
 Late in the afternoon he returned the way he had come, obliterating his tracks as much as possible; and the few hours of daylight that remained he devoted to overhauling his stores. Among these was small but powerful electric bat tery, which he fitted together as if fa- n1iliar with it's construction. There was also a roll of fine electric wire insulated with white silk He had had to order this specially on account of that little matter of color; and there were several hundred yards of 1t.
 Througfa. the days that followed he was obliged to- make several trips, during which he transported his tent and other temporary supplies, together with the battery and the wire roll. The tent he pitched ln convenient place where ii l would be efectually hidden from the trail.
 By the time these things were accom-
 p1ished the sun had cleared the snow
 somewhat from the foot of the stockade
 to which he carried the dynamite sticks
 wrapped carefully to protect them from the weather. It required a good days
 work before these had been placed to hi:
 satisfaction, and the wires strung to hi: tent, from which he could overlook the length Of that portion of the trail tha passed beneath the wooden stockade. H.
 was satisfied that no water from th' melting snow could reach the dynamite
 and he patted the battery lovingly as ht thought of its as yet untried strength.
 Began then the days that were 1onge lthan had been all the slow-n1oving day Iof winter. The first gold shipment h. ll1new was due to pass in week; but h. had come early, preferring to take. nt
 chances It would be one of the riches
 of the whole season, and there was 1ittl prospect that 1t would be followed b. ! another for many days to come. He ex
 amined the sheer sides of the sha1lov , pocket again and again. It was twent. q feet-quite sufficient for his purpose
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-30

moral. He was for the time being neither good nor bad so far as the inn plicatiOns of his purpose were con- cerned; and in so far as his purpose was a positive force for getting something done, he was more nearly moral being than he had ever been before. Having hitherto been normal, he had never be- fore done anything wholly with his might
 There came at last a day when his ears caught the rattle of several loose stones down the side of the mountain. It was mile distant, but the sound car ried distinctly in the clear air. His i'm patience dropped from him. A look of almost childish eagerness and gratifca- ton overspread his face as he lay near his tent with the little battery in his hand. Before long he could hear the scraping of hoofs, and occasionally the sound of voice.
 l Slowly the train wound into view. There were dozen burros, each bearing a small but obviously weighty sack; and l they were preceded and followed by a strong guard, armed to the teeth.
 There was ringing in the mans ears; and sound of laughter and of mems voices, from which he had been shut off for months, touched something within him that suddenly awoke as from a long slunber, and cried out with bitter | pdlll OI SOu1 IO AlUQ-W11dl IL IOuI1Q. II stung him into action from fear lest this mysterious thing that had come upor him like flood should suddenly thwart his purpose-the purpose that had be come almost part of his being and fol which he now lived And by that toker he pressed the button that lay smooth and tempting under his hand.
 The fraction of second that passed l in silence was distinctly appreciable in terva1 to his abnormally acute senses
 and he hung upon it in agony. He wa' like man in an opium dream. Slowly
 foot by foot, the whole length of tn, lstockade raised into the air with a delib
 eration that nearly made him scream
 with impotence; and then, after long
 torturing moments that flowed ceaseless
 1y and slowly by, the crash of the dyna
 mite split the air. With the sound
 came to him a sense of accomplishment which seemed to bring his senses bacl
 to their normal action, and he saw tn fragments hur1ing with lightning speet high into the air Some of them strucl : near him when they came down, but h
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-30

the farm to see the show, and just about that instant Lucinda begins her act. She shakes the reins so that the old horse starts to move and then Lucinda shrielcs- Men catch hold of. the horse, and stop it. Lucinda finally lis pacif1ed while search is made for her husband When he is found he gets into the vehicle, and just as he drives away, prefacing his departure e with thanks, he throws cards to the crowd on which is printed Don't forget that Buffalo Bill is in town"
 Sheriffs, police chiefs, editors and judges have been deceived by this couple. And many persons have fallen victims to the work of Hiram and Lucinda.
 But that's not all. When Hiram and Lucinda reach the show and the crowd Is starting to arrive Hiram and Lucinda become separated. Lucinda weeps because she says she is lost. Hiram searches for her, carefully avoiding the direction taken by his wife Hence it is not unusual to see sympathetic women take compassion on the aged Lucinda and lead her back to the show door. Suddenly
 Hiram is seen rushing across the arena. Several persons observe the haste of the aged hayseed and they follow. Much excitement results until the crowd suddenly awakens to the fact that Hiram and Lucinda are part of the show.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-30

with a great weariness in his steps.
 Around him was the gold in heaps and stacks. But as he looked upon 1t, a vaguely troubled expression grew upon his face. From this realization of his toi1, something was missing. The gold was there; he remembered with a kind of vague surprise that his first idea had been the gold, when he had come to this place those seven months ago, that 1 stretched into his past now like weary ages. But 1ater-and this he could not know-the gold had not been the end in view, for the expressing accomplish ment had become an end in itself. Gold !? Iron? What difference would 1t make? It was not gold he had been seeking, and it was not gold that he lacked. Some thing had gone out from his life, leaving this fuif1ment of his purpose thing that was empty in his sight. He had made his act not a means, but an end in itself; and it's accomplishment left him nothing beyond itself He had g1orifed a temporal thing, and by obtaining it had made of his life completed circle. None of this did he know. He felt only the bitter agony of terrible success, the accomplishment of failure.
 That night he lay and wept like child. Suddenly he was silent and lay Eand looked at the moon and the far-of stars with growing look of peace upon has face. A cloud obscured the moon for a moment, breaking the train of his thought. He looked out over the dark ness beyond the cliff-the darkness that seemed to contain within itself promises of unutterable fu1hlment
 Rising silently, he put his arm around the neck of the stag-hound for an in stant, and allowed the dog to lick his face Then he walked slowly to the cliff
 When the dawn came it was gray and cold. On the edge of the cliff crouched a dog, close to the dizzy brink; qand from time to time he howled, with a pain that might have moved impassive hills, as though from his life, too, the purpose of existence had vanished, leaving only shadowy beyond.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-30
AN uN1usrrF1ABLE SUSPICION.

The Colonel had caught Rastus red handed, coming out of the hen-coop with three fat bullets under his coat
 "So," he said. i've caught you at last stealing my hens, have ?"
 fWhut, me, suh?" replied Rastus, in pained surprise Why, Marse Col onel, suh, hain't a-stealing no hens, suh'
 Then what are you doing with them under your coat?" demanded the Colonel
 Why, Marse Colonel, hit look to me so like 1t war gwine to snow, sut, dat ah went out to de coop to bring dem hens in by de kitchen fiah, suiI, said the old man, with a deep Sigh f1 think that his honor had been sus- pected.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-30
A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY

visit your displeasure upon MT. Sands, the genial proprietor of this store. because of any seeming de1inquencies of mine"
 ssNot visit my disp1easure upon MT. Sands when he employs fresh, inn pertinent, silly and frivolously face tious person like you7" she demanded, making ready to hounce out.
 aOh, but he doesn't, madam" pro tested the young man. 'sI am Pro- lessor Dwiggins, the new instructor
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-30
NOT A PERMANENT LOSS.

Don't you feel sort of lost when your wife is away, Dobby7" asked BilElins
 'eYes, I do," said Dolby, "but I don't worry about it. Maria is a pretty successful detective"
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-30

in English at the high school, and, like yourself, have come here to inquire into the market price current of to1erable grade of co1d-storage pou1- try germ, suitable for introduction into polite society at a little dinner Mrs. Dwiggins and I are giving to the school commissioners this eve ,7ir1cr g
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-30

T was one of the still clear days of fall when the air of the Rockies goes to the heart of him who breathes it. For this is the manner in which men hear of the welcome of the Red Gods to such as seek out their abiding-places.
 The man who slowly rounded a shoulder of the mountain, letting his horse choose the trail,
 se -o% ~rf.,e,, f0 oaS
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-30

No, Henderson, in motoring. it isn't the make of the car that is 50 impor- tant--it's the make of the man at the wheel that counts.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-30

Socially speaking, it- is the runaway match that starts the worst kind of family conhagrations
Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1913-10-16
WORK GREAT EASTERN MINE.

Inc reports in mining circles about
the prospective activities, this winter,
on the Great Eastern mine on the Snake
river. are confirmed by Geo. K. Reed,
proprietor of the Kamiah hotel, one of
the mine owners. According to his in
formation, preparations are now being
made to carry on extensive develop
ment work this winter. In the previous
work about 250 feet of tunnelling was
bored, most of it through solid rock,
and there are indications that but less
than hundred feet more of boring will
tap the rich ore ledge. The output
from these mines has run very high in
assay and the returns from the smelt-
ing company for the last Is tons ship
ped out show large net profit to the
owners. The work will be under the
supervision of Harry Cone and with his
expert knowledge of mining should
push ahead rapidly. Mr.. Cone was here
several days ago comforting with Mr.
Reed relative to making final arrange
ments to go into camp, and after con-
ferring with the other owners, will go
into winter quarters.-Kamiah Progress
Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1913-10-16

IN Kindness of the dead.
SO now let s turn from dryes
GUM and beat the timbrel and the
drum, and root-ti-t tootle on the flute
and give loud and raucous hoot.
hoot of wonder and amaze at ali
the Mackmen s winning ways. And
let us sing of old man Plank. who
heid the hitting column blank ex-
cept Tor one. nice comfy swat. which
Mathewson, the master got and Just
one other by Mclean which drove
the Giant fans insane "Youth will
be served" the proverbs say and
age must toddle from the way but
youth within the pitching box in
TINS brief series got the knocks--or
most of them-while brainy age
shines bright upon the pitching page.
Twas Matty and this old man
Plank who showed themselves of
stellar rank.
McInnes, Collins, Baker, Schang-
what can you say of such a gang;
they field, they think, they run,
they hit; they never pause and
never quit. They re dynamite and
lightning, too most amazing
baseball crew. might enumerate
the rest, but what's the use! They
met the test. They play with vigor,
zest and steam-I never saw so great
aateam, and Of their virtues big and
small, the greatest is-they hit the
ball. They hit it far, they hit it long.
they hit it fast and bit it strong.
They hit and hit and hit and then
they started in and hit again. And
Just by that hard smuggling knack
the pennant goes to Connie Mack. +.
The tumult and shouting dies.
The players and fans depart. We
gaze no more at soaring flies. Or
breathless plays that grip the heart.
We're through with all that strain
and fret. Let us forget, let MS for
get!
The score cards lightly tossed
away. The grounds are closed. the
seats are bare. The frenzied fan
OF Yesterday, is back upon his office
chair. The losers pay and curse the
bet. Let us forget! Let us forget!
The tension ends, the games are
won, and silence follows the cheer.
our work is waiting to- he done. let a
can the dope until next year, with.
out sigh, without regret-Let us
forget! Let us forget!
Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1913-10-16
"oLE" JOHNSON MARRIED.

Albert +. johnson and Miss Ethel
Lord were married Sunday at the
Christian church by Rev. C. T. Nc
Donald. Few persons, probably, are
aware that Albert P. is none other than
'Ole johnson, the popular Joseph
plains young man who has been a
bright and particular star at both the
1912 and 1913 Border Days exhibitions.
Ole has a splendid ranch over across
the river where he has been working
steadily for the past few years. His
bride is well known teacher of the
county, having taught here on the prai-
RE as well as in the Joseph section.
She, too, has acquired good ranch
over there, about six miles from her
husband IS. Ole's ranch is well adapted
FOR winter range while his wife IS place
is good summer ranch. Both Mr.. and
Mrs. johnson are among Idaho county 3
most highly respected young people and
the Free Press joins their many friends
III extending sincere congratulations
and best wishes. They will be at home
after October 20, near 'Boles.
Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1913-10-16
DAM LAKE YEARsLEY.
Local Boosters Put Up Money and Work
Il Already Well Under Way.

Under the supervision of Chris Selma.
deka crew of men is this week enlarg.
ing and raising the dam at Lake Years.
ley. Already the obstruction is about
two feet higher than heretofore and is
some 10 feet in breadth, assuring a
splendid dam to retain great quantity
of water throughout the winter and
summer.
This work was made possible by the
generosity of number of citizens and
business houses through which a sum of
approximately $S5, with more to come.
has been raised. Ire subscription list
was started by few of the young men
about town who enjoy skating and
boating and duck shooting, but the
plan met with such universal approval
from the start that the boosters decided
TO circulate the paper throughout the
business section. As result neat
sum has been signed up and the lake
Is now an assured permanent feature.
The subscription list to date is as
follows: j. Frank Sims $24; William
Hanan, Harry Wood, Howard Waugh,
James Graves, Charles Branscombe jr.,
Herman Hussman, ID. F. r. Rice, Lewis
Karr, Harold Harris, F. F. Titus, Mark
Robinson, George d. Wiley, Frank
Bowman, Eli Ingram, John Stephens, d.
II. Sasenbery, Lawrence Cone, Oliver
Mcconnell, Ed Abrahamson, Leo Brust,
IL. ROthwell, F. L. Leonard, People 3
Market, o. c. Hickerson, +. o. Miller.
=. A. Davis, A. +. Wright, James
Murphy, W. P. Wikoff, 0. T. Lingo,
Claude Holden, Chester Arnold, r. f..
EdmundsOn, Hub Woods, A. & F.. Co.,
Roy Manning, Gilbert Eimers, Miller
Implement Co, T. A. Bayless, r. Cote,
?. Courtney Hans Gilbertsen, Fem
Batty, w. N. Scales, Electric Laundry,
). }. Pulse, George Medved, Ellington
Bros, J. J. Lamm and C. H. Schroeder
81 each; by local schools 81; L. Vine
yard 90c; Georges Livery, use of team
one day; Albert Guthrie, Dale Fulton,
Roger Hill, Roy Gillett, Hugh Taylor,
}. M. Olson, Bert Baker, J. c. O'Kellcy,
soc each; R. G. Penwell So.
Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1913-10-16

prieriy touched upOn-that of the un.
warranted enactment Of freak and
foolish laws upon the statute books of
the state. Major Reed had declared
that Idaho already possessed enough
laws to govern the whole United States
ana that many OF the measures now oc
cnpylng page after page on the state
IawDOOks were detrimental to the
state interests in the long run.
Many investors and capitalists, he
said, had looked over Idaho propositions
with a view of spending vast sums of
money in the state only to call off all
their plans after they had investigated
certain laws. Mr.. Beach read from a
letter written by well known Lewis
ton attorney in which it was pointed
out that under a certain Idaho law
many OF the states best corporations
and prominent individuals had been
guilty Of a violation through the course
of ordinary business transactions. Like
Major Reed he emphasized the import.
ance OF sending men to the state iegis-
iatures who were especially fitted for
the task Of making, or unmaking laws.
Mr.. Beach also took up the topic of
good roads and talked interestingly and
advisedly upon this subject after which
he referred to the work of the San
Francisco exposition commission and
its plans
President 5. A. Anderson of the local
Commercial club presided at the lun-
cheon which proved to be a most en-
Joyable and beneficial meeting. C. A.
Parsons, 7. H. Bartlett Of Lewiston,
Mayor Sims, Frank McGrane, w. w.
Brown and others also participated in
the short talks of the evening.
Among Those Present.
Those who enjoyed the luncheon and
the flow of wit and oratory around the
festive board were President s. A.
Anderson, Major Fred X. Reed, of
Boise, r. G. Beach, of Lewiston, T. H.
Bartlett, OF Lewiston, w. W. Brown,
Frank MeGrane, c. j. Hall Of Lucille,
John Eimers, M. Reese Hattabaugh, j.
Arthur Brown, X. F. Fulton, B. Auger,
G. A. Branscombe, H. j. Smith, A. F.
Parker, Harold Harris, G. A. Parsons,
Evan Evans, A. j. Turner, Hervin Roth
well, Mayor }. Frank Sims, A. c. Lam
c. A. Johnston, Frank Van
Deventer and j. E. Miller.
Major Reed and X. G. Beach had
been billed for meeting at Cotton
wood the following day but they decid-
ed after arriving here to stay over
another day to meet all the city's bust
ness and professional men as well as
number of farmers who were in town
yesterday. They left on today's train
for points along the line to Lewiston.
Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1913-10-16

all around you are losing theirs
and making errors, too, il vou
can keep your heart though fortune
mound you and pitch with master
nand nlne innings through; if you
can tight although the cheering
ceases; II you can face the plate and
never finch; though all your team
Dehlnd you goes to pieces and leaves
you IN the lurch at every pinch.
III you can see your dream of win.
nihg broken because your team
mates fail you in your need, vet
still pitch on as though your heart
were oaken, however much with sor.
row it may bleed. If you can thrill
fthe heart like some great story of
knlghtly deeds and battles lost and
won, you may achieve to some of
Matty>s giory-and you can bet
you II be man my son.
And when the last that final in +.
nlng came and Matty's work was
finished for the game, we saw him
pass within the clubhouse door and
wonder if he listened to the roar of
frantic voices, which might come to
MIN, If all his teammates with a
sudden vim had turned defeat to
brilliant victory.
But such joyous sound was not
to be. | wondered if he listened for
that sound, that solid roar that
seems to shake the ground, and
heard it not and knew that hope
must die, and plunged into his
shower with sigh.
Why, Matty looms above that
Giant team like some vast stately
figure in dream, the calm-eyed.
steadfast captain of his soul, the
noblest name upon the honor roll:
great in the fiercest battle 8 stress
and heat, great when he wins, but
greatest in defeat.
And yet, in simple justice, it is
PLAIN that we must give some glory
to Mclean. The Giant catcher
struggled well throughout. He hit
the horsehide with a goodly clout;
he used his head and never lost his
heart-in fact, he played big
league catcher's part.
As for the Giants-let us pause
before we 'rOast that crew of John
McGraw' let us be very careful
what is said, for one should speak