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East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1914-11-20
Letter to
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Binghamfon. n. Y.

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For You.
Send ten cents to DIR. Kilmer & CO..
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will also receive a booklet OF valu-
able information. telling about the
kidneys and bladder. When writing.
be sure and mention the Pendleton
Daily East Oregonian. Regular fifty
cent and one-dollar size bottles for
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East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1914-11-20
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RUB RHEUMATIC PAIN
RUB PAIN RIGHT OUT WITH
SMALL TRIAL BOTTLE or
OLD "ST. JACOBS OIL"
RheumatIam b "paIn onIy.

Rheumatism Is pain only.
Not one case In fifty requires inter.
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right into your sore. stiff. aching
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est. Jacobs or Is a harmless rheu-
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Timber up Quit complainingi
Get small trial bottle OF old. homes,
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and In just a moment you'll be free
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awaits you st Jacobs orr Il Just
as good for sciatica. neuralgia, lum-
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East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1914-11-20
It Really Roes Relieve rheumatism

IL Really RoeS KelleVe rheumatism.
Everybody who Is afflicted with
rheumatism in any form should by
all means keep a bottle OF Sloan's
Liniment on hand. The minute you
feel pain or soreness in a joint or
muscle, bathe II with Sloan's Lint
ment Do not rug II. Sloan's pene-
trates almost Immediately right TO
the seat OF pain, relieving the hot.
tender, swoolen feeling and making
the part easy and comfortable. Get
a bottle Of Sloan's Liniment for IS
cents or any druggist and have II in
the house-against colds. sore and
swollen joints. rheumatism. neuralgia.
sciatica and like ailments. Your
money back II not satisfied. but It
does give almost instant reliet-Adv
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1914-11-20

revision in general. The constitution
al limitations upon labor will be ex-
planned by experts familiar with that
field and court procedure by noted
legal men. other important topics
which will be threshed out are women
suffrage. conservation and the place
OF the executive in legislative activity
The last session will adjourn tomor-
row evening.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1914-11-20

Oregon, on the other hand. will re-
member what other university elev-
ems have done in the past and be-
ing the under dog. as it We're, will
fight and keep on fighting from the
moment time is called.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1914-11-20
nomeconlnr EntcrtaInmcnt.

SANDY. Ore. Nov. sO,-sandy
lodge OF odd Fellows will hold a
Homecoming entertainment in honor
of the visitation OF Grand Warden
Henry S. Westbrook.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1914-11-20

The town forest OF Baden-B Baden
Germany. yields an annual profit OF
1926 per acre. or a total net profit
OF nearly s67.500.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-08-16

it the final day of the old year-the ami
versary of "Devil' Morgan's last ride.
Patrick, however, did not remember. Were
not he and Molly that very afternoon up in
the Bronx, where they chose clean, new
apartment on a side street, blocks away
from the nearest engine-house?
And so Patrick came whistling back to
us house, contented and happy, full of the
anticipated joys of seeing his hopes fulfilled.
Taking off his best coat and folding it away
in his locker, he was getting into his working
clothes when the huge gong below began to
hammer out its furious appeal to speed and
courage and daring. 1t drowned his CHEEKY
whistle with its tumultuous clangor, shot
him across to the sliding pole and hurled
him up into his seat upon the apparatus as
the great grays jumped in their harness, the
doors rolled back and II, smoking and
gurgling with the fire and water in her
bowels, rumbled out into the street.
The avenue was clear. Urging on his
team with word and rein, leaning forward
until the heavy strap about his waist held
his weight, Patrick peered ahead through
the crisp moonlight that filtered down to
bar the trolley tracks with light and shadow.
He had had no time for gloves, and the
bitter air nipped his hands until the fingers
tingled with the frost and the reins left red
and white streaks across their backs. But
he felt the exhilaration of speed and power;
his voice trembled with delight and the
Importance of his mission.
How many poor devils might not be in
dire peril, awaiting the help he was thunder
ing toward them? Under him II trembled
and quivered, eager with the tense eager
ness of leashed hound. The wind swept
under her gratebars and sucked from her
funnel crimson shower that spattered back
from the ties of the Elevated; her whistle
shrieked wild alarum; her trail glowed
orange and scarlet with bits of burning coal
dropped behind for the wind to sport with.
Suddenly the new horse in the center
SHE'D violently at blown bit of paper, and
Patrick spoke to him sharply, glancing down
at the flying cobbles with start of nerv
business, as he recognized the corner where
Morgan had gone down a year before. Be
fore him in the near distance crowded
trolley car paused, its lighted windows
black with eager heads strained to see the
powerful apparatus shoot past on the
gallop.
Patrick frightened his grip. His heart
contracted. Fear, such as he had never
known before, gripped him about the
throat, blinded his eyes.
From behind the car stepped a child
girl-child.
Out of the drivers lips leaped frantic,
surging oath. His hands unconsciousIy
heaved on the reins. But the grays were
out of control, mad with the fre-fury,
knowing only their one duty-to gallop,
and gallop, and gallop.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-08-16

Patrick had drawn SO simply. But the
Captain was obdurate.
"W'a at the hell's a lot o Ginnys anyway,
compared with yer own kids? Ill send
you down to tn surgeon for examination! .
he exclaimed angrily.
''All right, sir, send me if you like, but
I'm as right as any man here. Ii you don t
like the idea O Dagos, wy, take that big
doubIe-decker full o Jews an Irishmen three
blocks from here, just off'n the Avenue.
Amt some o them people worth savin'?''
The discussion waXed bitter, the dead
hero on his cot forgotten as his fellows
wrangIed, Patrick's final clincher that
Goods always been good with babies, an
the man that once had EN- can usually get
more, but We can't always be sure O re-
placin' a Teller like Morgan" still further
disquieting them.
But at last the furious Captain crushed
all argument and resistance by shouting:
I'm in command here-I'm responsible
for every mothers son of a gun of ye, |
say my drivers got to be a man an wreck
US, if kid or a woman gifts in the way.
Are We goin' to obey orders, or II l have to
send ye down to Headquarters for ms Dor
dination?'
The young man did not answer, but
bowed his head, though the rebelious
glitter in his blue eyes spelled disobedience,
even at the risk of what he held most dear.
The days passed in the usual routine and
no accident marred IT'S record, though the
superstitious still expected the other two
disasters that must inevitably come to fill
out the run of bad luck that always delivered
its blows by threes. They dreaded the
ctriIent x-OiCe of the bra zen alarm como
Even the grays, a stranger now filling poor
SHUTS place between the parallel shafts,
sprang to their work with expanded nostrils
and nervous pawings that told of their own
sense of impending trouble. Yet it did not
come. Weeks passed, one with terrific
battle through which IT'S men passed VIC
torious and unscathcd to greater glory
than ever, and gradually the strain of
expectancy wore away and was forgotten.
Morgan became only name, a part of the
heroic records of the Department, tabled
knight, whose deeds were good to inspire
young recruits when their spirits Jagged, or
the effortless routine of alarmless days
dragged heavily. Patrick and his COM
handing officer buried the Ratchet, and the
Captain, proud of the younger mans
record and of his daring with the ribbons,
hoped he had forgotten all that weird non
sense and would acquit himself as became
a member of the stoutest-hearted engine
crew in the whole city.
But Patrick had not forgotten, had not
changed. He and terrified Molly had
talked it over more than once, at home In
his off hours. It was the specter haunting
them both, and Patrick had promised her
huskily that, as soon as he got the next
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-08-16

cav, shut up!" clustered the Captain.
Don't be fool!'
"Well, s'pose it happens to be girl, then,
like it was for poor Tom. How about that?
Mebbe the boy could grow up an be fire.
man or a cop. But how about the girl?
How could she ever do the world any good
like we CAM"
'She could give birth to a dozen fire
men," suggested one of the elder men,
whose ideas of families seemed commensu-
rate with the importance of the profession.
"Mebbe, if she got married. But don t
you fellers know there's four times as many
women as the is men in New York right
now? What show has three girls out O four
got to git married an have kids?-tell me
that"
The Lieutenant interrupted more slowly,
more embarrassed than before. CHOW,
boy, you're married yourself, an got kids.
S'posin' it was one O them ="
The crew sat breathless an instant This
was something they had not thought Of.
What could the answer be? What could a
theory like Patrick do in the face of such a
blow but collapse? Yet they had reckoned
without their man. The recruit who had
single-kanded fought down the fire among
the Chlorate barrels in a Smoke-hlled base
ment, when the building overhead was a
furnace and the entire crew had deserted
him, was not the type of man to back away
from anything, He answered promptly.
at couldn't be, boys" was the proud
10
engine-house for nothin'. I've learned
taught, they are, both O. them. Mary's
old enough to take care O. Tommy. But
he's old enough to mind, too. They won t
never trouble us"
Eyes; but s'posin' they did happen to
forget or sometime" persisted his superior,
doggedly determined to pin him down to an
answer that could leave no doubt. "W at
could you do then but smash things, like
Morgan done?"
''No, sir, wouldn't If my kids break
the law, they got to suffer. I've done my
best. I can't do no more than that. If
they get in IT'S way, they got to get out of
it. I'd try to get past if I could. But [
wouldn't smash up no HOSES or engine, y
was the Spartan declaration.
"Ie'd kill yer own flesh an blood"
gasped the Captain, too amazed at the
heroism he did not comprehend to be pro-
fame. eyed be killer!"
Eyes" Patrick answered soberly. eff
[ had to, I would. 1t sounds awful, but
just stop an think. S'posin' wrecked her
vile we was goin' to somethin' real bad,
like one O these here Ginny tenement fires,
an there was couple O. hundred poor
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Patrick had proven his right to weep.
Even the hard-headed Captain, whose lips
opened more frequently to INDIAN food of
turgid objurgation than for any other pur-
pose, whimpered a little as he frowned over
his desk.
Patrick took up his argument again.
"Tom, he told me he'd get it that way some
night He knew it would be at night.
Told me so; but he wasn't scared of it on
first alarm. Said it'd come on a second or
third; downtown, not up.
"But he said it was acrong. know it.
"Say, you" broke in the Captain
CURLY, with more show Of wrath than was
really necessary, to conceal his own emotion.
"HoP on, Cap. It's in my system. I
got to git it out. Lemme alone Patrick
snuffled, without looking at him. Gle was
like my own brother, only older. Iwouldn'
be drivin' II now only for him. An, say
it's all 7tvong-7wongl Wy should man
kill himself an mangle up his bosses to save
a kid that walks out into the street? My
God, boys, we can hear old II for blocks!
W'y'd anybody walk out into the street in
front of noise like she makes? Amt that
criminal carelessness? Is the driver to
blame for runnin' down any fool like that?"
"Cut it out, Patrick. Don't call no
hard names. Ye prob'ly run out in front O
the engines yerself wen we was a kid,
many time. They can't help it. Mebbe
some O them amt never been taught
nothin', an mebbe some O. them don't hear
good"
The Captain was holding the match he
had raised to light his pipe at arms length,
watching it scorch his fingers without feel
ing it. "No, sir; mans a man, an he's
just got to look out for them that can't take
care O. themselves. Remember that!'
"W'y don't they make a law about it?"
inquired the Lieutenant, slowly, as the
idea took vague shape in his rather dull
wits. "I'd think they cd make it INSIDE
meanor to interfere with tn engines that
way"
as law!" retorted the Captain gruf1y,
feeling the smart of the match. "But no
laws any good at time like that Think
a mans going to stop an boiler for cop to
come an pull the kid off the track, wen he's
got just time enough to swing his team or
commit homicide?"
"Don't make no difference, law or no
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-08-16

law persisted Patrick, stubbornly, 1t 5
wrong for a man who can do good to the
community to give his life for kid that 5
in place where it amt got no business.
Can the kid save lives? Can he save
prop'ty? Can he swing three big horses, or
hold a nozzle against blazin' tenement,
vile his mates is on the 5calin' ladder5?
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-08-16

years raise. she should move far up town
and out of the danger zone. She knew he
was right, but the golden head had sobbed
upon his blue shoulder unrestrainedly, as
they prayed he might never have to do his
duty.
There seemed small chance of it as the
fall wore away and winter came on, stern
and uncompromising, bringing slowly with
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-08-16

Dagos trapped on the upper floors, crazy
with fear. How'd they manage to get out
before g could get up from her house?
Wouldn a lot o them be burnt or smoth-
cred vile old II was lyin' in the road
useless?"
The men had not taken that view Of the
matter, and some of them nodded approx
ingly, as they saw the crowded picture
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-08-16

ever taught me anythin'. He shown me
the difference between bein' a damn fool
an keepin' cool. [ can't forget it. He
taught me how to drive. An now-my
God, look at him."
He broke down again and snivelled
openly; his mates growled their sympathy.
This was no Child's sentimental Stiffness,
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-08-16

Silence pervaded the engine-house
! as it had not since pusi1lanimous
mayor had long ago insu1ted the
courage and spirit of the crew by
, calling them names behind their
backs, and denying it weakly when
the reckoning came. No man could
speak except of poor Tom and his
record, and of the heroism with which
he went to his fate.
Answering an alarm the evening
before, when the streets were glare
of ice, and IT'S rubber-tired wheels
skidded and slipped upon the cobbles
between the Elevated pillars on the
Avenue beside the engine-house, Tom
had seen his duty and done it like a
man. Only few blocks away, when
the three splendid grays were p1unging
along at full stride, their necks tight in
the straining collars and the engine
banging along behind with shrieking
whistle and kissing valves, the most
dreadful sight a fireman can see ap-
peared to Morgan.
Called Devil" in affectienate
token of his disregard for danger in a
thousand desperate encounters, and
for his fire-loving qualities, Tom leaned
1far forward from his seat, barehanded
land bareheaded, talking to Jenny and
Bill and Smut. They heard and answered,
brute fashion, with burst of speed and
power that whipped the three-ton monster
behind them about like a toy. Tom was
enjoying it, forgetful of freezing drizzle and
the danger of skidding, when young girl
stepped squarely in front Of the grays and
stopped.
An instant she hung in the wind-frantic-
ally scrambled to get back-went down
with living scream that echoed above the
roar of engine and passing Elevated train.
Not an instant did "Devil' hesitate.
Throwing his full weight on the off rein, he
sent the grays crashing into the nearest
pillar. .... r.
Kissing, shrieking II shivered with the
impact and toppled over on her side. The
grays screamed in equine terror, fell, strug-
gled. But Morgan was picked up by
sobbing men whose whiskers were grizzled
with ice and tears, and taken back hurriedly
to his cot. The doctor shook his head and
pulled up the sheet. Silence fell upon the
engine-house, and IT'S men missed their
first fire in years.
The coroner came and went in silence,
and the crew sat stolidly about, dreading to
utter a word, until Patrick, young, red
headed, blue-eyed Patrick, could stand the
strain no longer.
"He hadn't oughta done til" he cried
vehemently. "He hadn't oughta done it,"
The white-headed old Captain looked at
him bitterly, and snarled: "Shut up Tom
was better man. anybody here. He had
CUTS. You'll have 'em, too, when your
turn comes. Don't 60 sayin' he hadn't
oughta done it!'
A low chorus of assent rumbled approval
Of the speech, but the other men looked
curiously at the substitute driver, who
never spoke but to say something. He was
on his feet beside the cot, looking down at
the shattered, handsome head.
~ said he hadn't oughta done it." he
repeated monotonously. "He hadn't My
God, he hadn't! What's kids life COM
pared with Teller like Morgan?"
He began to sob in muffled tones.
"You fellers remember when I come on
here first, just out O the school, an then the
Chief he shifts me to 50 because O. that
potash fire9 Morgan, he was the first man
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-08-16

[G, jovia1, reckless
Devil" Morgan lay
in state upon his cot
in the dor1nitory up
stairs, and Seventy
seven's crew mourned
unafected1y.
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-04-17

foot three"-thin almost to emaciation
and weighing only 115 pounds.
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-04-17

vous for army men. and thither Sheri-
dan repaired under the guidance of his
new chief of staff. Captain J. w. For
syth, who had previously served in the
east. Aside from Forsyth. Sheridan
didn't know In all the throng at Will
lard's a single officer.
At army headquarters Sheridan re-
ported to General Halleck. who re-
ceiyed him formally and outlined for
him the situation at the front, his new
duties and responsibilities. He then
took his protege to meet the secretary
of war, Mr.. Stanton. and the president,
both Of them entire strangers to him.
Stanton, so Sheridan wrote, eyed him
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-04-17

BY Capt. GEORGE L. KILr1ER. Late u. 5. v.
0N April ., fifty years ago, Major
General ?. H.. Sheridan arrived
~ in Washington from the camps
neal Chattanooga on the follow
ing brusque summons:
March %, 1864.
Major General Thomas, Chattanooga:
Lieutenant General Grant directs that
Major General Sheridan Immediately re-
pair to Washington and report to the adj
jutant general of the army.
II. w. HALLECK,
Major General. Chief of Stan.
Since April. 1861. Sheridan had risen
from the lowest commissioned rank in
the line to the highest. There was
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-04-17

closely and searchingly, "endeavoring
to form some estimate of one about
whom he knew absolutely nothing and
whose career had probably never been
called to his attention until Grant
summoned him east. Sheridan was
then thirty-three years old, five feet
five inches in height-Napoleon was
called In derision "a manikin of five
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-04-17

roads travelled, now at a mountain
pass, again at a creek crossing, river
ferry or crossroads. So on April 3,
when Banks vas concentrating at
Natchitoches, preparing for the final
march in battle order to Shreveport,
Steele was 100 miles away, Immediate
ly confronted by Marmaduke, with
Prices infantry distributed between
him and Red river.
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-04-17
The War Fifty Years Ago

General P. II. Sheridan Arrives In Washington---Made
His Mark In the West, and Door Opens to New Field.
To Lead Cavalry Corps of the Army of the Potomac.
A Stranger IN Observation-Disclosures With the
Secretary of War--First Meeting With Lincoln,
Who Springs a Stale Joke---Banks' Red River Ex-
petition Moves to Battle---Steele' Arkansas Column
Delayed While Marching to Re-enforce Banks.
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-04-17
Steele's Arkansas Column.

During the fall and winter a Federal
force under command of General Fred
erick Steele had remained at Little
Rock, Ark, with no foe nearer than
Arkadelphia, over 100 miles south.
This foe. consisting of about 5000 Con-
federates under General Sterling
Price, had been ordered to march to-
ward Shreveport, La, and help defend
the region against Banks column.
Steele was ordered to march to a juno
ton with Banks, but started too late to
get to the rendezvous at Alexandria at
the date fixed in his orders.
In the vicinity Of Arkadelphia Steele's
column encountered opposition from
Prices cavalry column, which was
commanded by General ]. s. Marina
duke. These troopers had hung on the
tanks of Steele's army since it entered
Arkansas. Their leader vas alert and
daring, while the rank and file were
hardy horsemen and ready fighters.
Every day they held up some portion
of Steele's column on n of the many
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