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Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1915-04-02
NEWSY NOTES FROM FERDINAND.
Weekly Cr Of Live Items Gathered For Chronicle Readers
BY Our Regular Correspondent

Mr.. and Mrs. Orr were bust
ness visitors in our burg Tuesday.
Miss Anna Gehring left for her
home in Keuterville Monday
evening after visiting her sister,
Mrs. H. Schaeffer, for several
weeks.
Mrs. J. w. Willis gave birth
day party to about twenty little
folks Sunday, the occasion being
the tenth birthday of her son,
Robert. All present report hav-
ing spent most enjoyable time,
and hope Robert will have many
more happy birthdays.
The third program of the liter
airy society was rendered last
Tuesday evening and, in spite of
the rainy weather, quite a good
sized crowd was present. The
following program was rendered
by the pupils of the school:
Drill. ...........,......... Eleven girls
Oialogue)
1.-THE Lost Dog"
Recitation John SWafmap
(Dialogue)
"Scene in Ticket Office"
Song. ...............H High School Girls
Oialogue)
Getting Ready for the Picnic
Recitation 80. ....... Clifford Fisher
(Dialogue)
"Mind Your Own Business
Recitation. .......... Edna Terwillegar
Song. Observation-Disclosures. Little Folks
Debate-Resolved, that country life is
to be preferred to city life. Afirma-
tive, Ben Frye and Ray Collier; mega
tive, Homer Quigley and Dewey Ad-
kison. The judges decided in favor of
the affirmative.
The Spectator., 1915-11-23
Copyright by Charles Neville Buck.)

they ever got back, narrative of frustrated effort. They were bitterly angry and proportionately desperate. road meeting no enemy whom they could shoot down in appeasement of their wrath. they satisfied themselves with raising their war cry for the ben eft of the sleeping cabins.
 A little distance beyond Fletch Nc they might find a circuitous way back over the ridge. but it was too steep and broken to ride. They could make better time on foot over the "roughs, :" so there they abandoned their mounts and plunged into the timber When the pursuers came up with the dis carded horses they realized that fur ther effort in the nighttime would be bootless. Yet, since the heaving Hanks and panting nostrils of the horses testified that they had been only few minutes late, they took a last chance and plunged into the thicket.
 There a single defiant shot, sent from long way up the hillside, was their only challenge. and their volley of reply. fired at the flash, was merely a retort of hatred. But even in the iso- lation of the hills certain news travels on wings. and the morning would find every cabin dweller wearing a face of grim and sullen realization. The phrase which Fetch McNash had whis- pered to his boy would travel to the headwaters of every fork. and the faces of the women would once more wear the drawn misery of anxiety for their men.
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CHAPTER VI.

When, just before sunset yesterday afternoon, verdict of acquittal for Cal Douglas had come from the jury room, the town of Peril had once more held it's breath and doors had closed and the streets had cleared of such as wished to remain noncombatants. But with no comment or criticism Milt McBriar mounted his horse and rode out of town, shaping his course over the hills toward his own house. Fol lowing his example with equal quiet, his kinsmen mounted, too, and disap- peared.
 AS for Cal Douglas, he reserved any enthusiasm his vindication may have brought to his heart until he was back again in the depths of the hills. He and his kinsmen turned their horses by shorter and sleeper trail to the house where the dance was going for ward with shufiling and Adding and passing of the jug
 When Milt McBriar and his fellows started home an informer or two from the Havey ranks kept them in view. themselves unseen, until they passed through the gap and started down the other side of the ridge into their own domain.
 That they were being so watched was either known to the McBriars or assumed by them. But picked squad on fresh mounts was waiting over there in place where the road ran deep through the forest and laurel. and this squad was equipped with re- beating rifles. Milt McBriar himself did not go with them. He had made all his arrangements in advance, and 1t was not seemly that the chief should take a personal part in an exc cution which he had decreed.
 Let me hear the news, boys" Old Milt had said with a wave of his hand. and then he had ridden on stol- idly toward his own domain.
 The house where the dance was be- ing held stood between the knees of two hills.
 Near midnight halfdozen men who had not been invited rode care fully over an almost obliterated trail
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hears thet ther Haveys are a-chargin' hit up ergin me. Thet's nat'ral enough, reckon. They lows thet I'd walk plumb acrost hell on a rotten plank ter do em injury. Elf they stopped ter reason hit out spell they'd recollect thet went over thar ter Peril an let a jedge thet didn't own his own soul an a jury they he'd done packed, clar one of their kinfolks fer killin' a cousin O mine-an' thet l never raised hand. l reckon they didn't hardly hev no call ter fgger thet l was skeered of them. I done what l done because l wanted peace. was fer lettin' ther law take hits co'se. even when knowed the cote war crooked es a drunkard's elbow"
 He paused, and no one spoke, so at last he went on again.
 But little Nash Watt war young an hot-hearted. He could hardly see hit in ther light of wisdom, and he didn't come ter me fer counsel. So he jest went hell-splittin' over thar with some other boys that he overpersuaded-an' he didn't come back. I'm sorry l was
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HayIno for Deer.

Winters when the snow is deep fcr long stretches of time deer congregate in yards in the AdirondAcks and many of the weaker ones die of staryation. Their skeletons may bc found in vari- ous parts of the great wilderness when the snows are gone. This year game protectors have been cutting tons of marsh hay on the beaver meadows in the remote sections of the Adiron- dacks and stacking 1t in sheltered places to be fed to the deer next wirs ter when the snow is 90 deep that other food is not obtainable. The con% servation commission believes that if will save the lives of hupdreds q deer that otherwise would psrieh. The stacks have been encAsed n pole frames and literally salted. Dor Wfli| not eat marsh hay unlesa ' V nQ| treated, %
The Spectator., 1915-11-23
SYNOPSIS.

Juantta Holland, a Philadelphia young woman of wealth. on her journey with her guide, Good Anse Talbott.. into the heart of the Cumberlands to become a teacher of the mountain children. faints at the door of Fletch McNash's cabin While resting there she overhears talk between Bad Anse Havey, chief or ms clan, and one of his henchmen that ac- quaints her with the HaveyMcBriar feud Juanita has an unprofitable talk with Bad Anse and they become antagonists. Cal Douglas of the Havey clan is on trial in Peril. for the murder of Noah Wyatt. a McBriar. In the night Juanita hears feudists ride past the McNash cabin. Iuanita and Dawn McNash become friends. Cal Douglas Is acquitted. Nash Wyatt attempts to kill him but is him self killed by the Haveys.
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right fond of Little Nash, but I haint complainin none. He started trouble an he got hit"
 Again the dark giant paused then he came to his point. His voice was regretful. almost sad but tinged with resignation.
 So Little Nash is a-layin' dead down thar, an no McBriar durstnt venture down ter fotch his body home'
 He waved hand toward the west, and the faces of his escort lowered They seemed the faces of men who went on.
 "I knowed. Brother Talbot. thet ye sarves Almighty God, an thet thar hain't no word ye carries but what all men will listen ter ye. so I've done come ter ye in behalf of Little Nashs maw. an his wimmenfolks lowed I'd ask ye eff yed ride down thar and fotch home ther body"
 The missionary nodded. and though he was travel-stained and very tired he said: I'll start right now"
 Then Milt McBriar continued; An ef ye sees fit. ye kin tell Anse Havey thet I haint suin' fer peace. but thet l hain't a-blamin' him nuther. an thet ef he wants ther truse ter go on I'm a-willin ter hev hit thetaway, hain't holdin no grudge on account of last night"
 Juanita's s eyes grew a little misty as she thought of that desolated cabin where mother and sisters were griev- ing for the boy who had been hot hearted Even the sight of his older kinsman, who sat his horse with such oomposure while his eyes wandered off to the purple haze of the far noun tains. stirred in her an emotion of sympathy.
 Of course she knew nothing of the ten acres of bottom land" which were to be Little Nash's when Cal Douglas should have ceased to breathe, nor how it was covetousness and cold thrift that sent him out with his rife in the night. She only heard the Me Briar say, I'm much obleeged;" and saw him turn his cavalcade east.
 The tired missionary started his mule west again, and she herself fol- lowed the Widow Eyerson into the cabin which was for the time to be her home. When the widow left her she rummaged in her saddlebags and drew out a small leather case. She sat for long while silent in her shuck- bot ! toned rocking chair. gazing wearily out at the west, where sunset fires were beginning to kindle. and where an old-rose haze was drowsing over the valley and glowing more brightly in the twisting ribbon of far-away stream. But her eyes came often back | from the panorama out there to dwell little wistfully on photograph in the leather frame
 ! It was the picture of the man she had sent away. Had he himself been there just then, with her courage at
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which wound blindly through the hills at the back of the place and hitched their horses in rock-sur- rounded hollow a half-mile from the house. Other horses and mules were hitched all along the country road. but these belonged to the legitimate guests.
 As the half-dozen men. whose arri. val had been so cautiously accom- plished. began slipping down, each holding his own course in the cover of the laurel. there was nothing to indi cate that any warning had gone ahead of them.
 From the houses with their yellow windows and their open doors came no note of apprehension-no intima- ton of suspicion. A medley of voices. now and then laugh. din of scrap ing feet. and the whine and boom of iiddles gave out careless chorus to the night.
 Slowly. with an adept craft that hardly broke twig underfoot, three of the new arrivals hitched their way forward to a point of vantage down near the road.
 They went crouched low. holding to the shadows with rifles thrust out
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CHAPTER VII.

It was into this newly charged at mosphere that Juanita Holland and her missionary guide rode in the morn ing mists.
 Good Anse Talbott was in many ways an inadequate ally. He was both narrow and illiterate. but he was ear nest.
 At last the girl rode resolutely up to her escorts saddle-skirts and asked Brother Talbott, hadn't you better tell me what it all means?"
 The missionary lifted face that was almost haggard.
 Hit means" he said, with no idea of irreverence. "thet Satan's got both underholts-an' God help this coun- try"
 Then he sketched for her the his tory of the feud and deduced conclu- sions from what they had both seen and heard.
 She listened with sickening heart until he changed the subject and told her that the Widow Everson, with whom she was to stop, had a sizable house where she would be comfortable.
 At last the girl saw, still a long way off, a fertile little valley. where the corn seemed taller and richer than on the scattered coves. There. like a tiny matchbox, on high level near which the wall of mountain broke into a broad gateway. she could make out a house. It was not of logs, but of brick. and stood in an inclosure that looked more like the Blue Grass than the mountains.
 Does ye see yon brick house nigh ther gap? Thet's Bad Anses place. an over thar acrost ther ridge, three mile away by crow-fight an half days ride by ther roads, is whar Milt McBriar dwells. Ye kaint see hit from hyar."
 It was almost sundown when they reached the house of the Widow Ever son. and at sight of the woman stand ing at the fence to meet them Juani- ta's heart took strength. This house was not of logs. but of undressed boards, with gayly painted window and door frames of red, and although two days ago she would have called it mean. she had revised her views enough to regard it now as almost magnificent.
 The widow dwelt here with her two sons and the trio. by virtue of great diplomacy. had succeeded in maintain ing neutrality throughout the strife.
 The comforts of the place were such as must serve to give contentment where teaming is arduous and the mail carrier comes twice a week. but cleanliness dwelt there and homely che~sr of sort.
 Before they had yet entered the house the girl saw a horseman ap- preaching with an escort of several men who carried rifles balanced across their pommels. They came from the east, and though Juanita did not know who they were. she recognized the cen tral rider. himself unarmed. to be a person of consequence
 He was tall. and under his faded coat his rather lean figure fell into an attitude of well-muscled strength de. spite his fullness of years
 "Evenin', ma'am," said the new conner. No. l haint a-goin' ter light. jest heered thet Brother Talbott was a-comin' over hyar. an wanted speech with him."
 The missionary nodded
 All right. Milt," he said. and the girl knew. as she had already suspect ed. that here was second of her chief enemies.
 T reckon ye all knows what hap pened last night" she heard him say. ing slowly. Hit war pity, an l
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steps The girl saw both squads lift ing the covered burden from the wag- on and carrying it around the road. where the other wagon waited. She believed that the feud was ended, but it is doubtful if either of the princi- pals whose hands had joined parted with great trust in the integrity of the others intentions. It is certain that one of them at least was already making plans for the future. not at all in accordance with that compact Of peace. k
 fTo BE coNTINUED.,
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On either sl stood group bearded, mostly armed. In front stood Anse Hay dominant featt
 Over across and older chi, They stood courtesy that Out In the roaL | and in it's deep b the canvas that e As Bad Anse to 1 front of his escor' of Juanita. He dio an instant she say his eyes narrow, | themselves. It was who has been lashed and who cannot strike will not soon forget.
 This time the girls | drop, ana certalnly they of relenting or plea for fo.e,.se
 But at that moment the head Haveys turned from her and speaking.
 ''I got your message, Milt," h. casually, "an' I reckon you g' answer. I've brought back Nash"
 Pm obleeged ter ye." The Nc paused. then volunteered: Eli boy had took counsel of me, this wouldn't never hey happened."
 Bad Anse Havey stood look. the other, then he nodded.
 "Milt," he carelessly announced the end of his scrutiny, while ghost of an ironical smile glinte his eyes, though 1t left his lips gr I've got several hosses an m down thar in my barn that we f. hitched out in ther timber when ] an his friends took to the la Again he paused and studied faces of the McBriar men befoi went on. One of 'em is your roan mare, Milt. One of ,em b ter Sam thar, and one is Bob's uAi He pointed out each man as he spt "Ye can get 'em any time ye & down for 'em."
 The girl caught her breath and, spite her dislike, acknowledged cool insolence with which Anse ! answered Milt's plea of innocen Milt replied only with a scowl. so Al contemplatively continued. as thou to himself:
 Hits right smart pity for fel to go out shootin' in the night-tl an to take a kinsman's horse-wi out takin' his counsel. It might le to some misunderstandin'.'
 A baleful glare flashed deep in eyes of the taller man, and from henchmen at his back came an une; shuttle of brogans.
 But the voice of Good Anse Talb relieved the tension.
 "Stiddy, thar. men," he quietly toned. "Ye didn't hardly meet talk bout hosses. I'll lead them n, back myself. Milt."
 Then Anse Havey stepped folSw' and held out his hand.
 'I gives ye my hand. Milt McBria he said, that ther truce goes on.
 An I gives ye mine," rejoined. other. After a perfunctory shake the [ turned together and went down
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1915-10-30
The Peabody Fire Horror.

The Peabody, Mass, fire horror is
attributed to the panic of the chill
dren, who became unmanagea able
when they were being marched down
stairs to the exits. II is related that
one child stumbled on the threshold
OF the front door and the others fell
over him, thus choking the exit and
causing a rush for the other door
there were but two in a building that
held 6oo-with the result of a gen.
eral decentralization. But these were
only contributory causes of the dis
aster. In the first place, the struc-
ture, though the walls were of brick,
was exclusively wooden within
floors, stairs, partitions-and it burn
ed like finder. Again, there were no
fire escapes, and all the children had
to be led down stairs to the two
doors, with fire leaping rapidly from
the basement. Finally, there was no.
body in the basement to watch the
boilers, the engineer having banked
his fires at o'clock and gone home.
The blaze had thus got good head
way before the smell of smoke gave
the alarm.
Conditions such as these obtain in
many places where children arc
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1915-10-30
The Democratic Committee Meeting

The democrats will go first" in
naming the time and place for hold
ing their national convention, which,
OF course, means going first in nam
ing their national ticket. That is the
proper order. AS they are in power,
they should show the way
Moreover, their task is simpler than
that OF the republicans. In conven-
ton they will find their work in its
leading feature already indicated.
Their difficulty will be in writing a
platform. But even in that matter
they will be aided by the fact that
the platform must fit the candidate !;
and the candidates record is known.
An amiable contest for entertain
ing the convention will have to be
decided. Chicago, St. Louis and
Dallas aspire to the honor. The last
named is eager, and offers as one rea-
son why she should be chosen her
geographical position. The south is
the mainstay of the democratic party,
and yet the party has never recog-
nized the lower southern states in
awarding the convention prize Why
not now: The Texans are preparing
TO present the claims of Dallas in all
their aspects. .......... .......
Another contest, anything but ami
able at present, relates to the re-
moval of Urey Woodson as national
committeeman from Kentucky by the
recent democratic convention held in
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1915-10-30
No Lawless Halloween!

1t is to be hoped that the boys of
this city will restrain their Hallow-
cen pranks sufficiently to respect
the property and personal safety of
people tonight and Monday night
during their dual celebration of the
occasion. There is tendency
toward destructive roughness in the
usages of Halloween, which has gone
so far as to make the night one of
terror and torment to large numbers
of people Halloween can be OBJ
served appropriately without destruc-
ton or physical injuries. There are
many interesting games and harm
less jokes that pertain to the occa-
sion and have a real significance
which is lacking in the rough and
tumble practices that have developed
in modern times. Many seem to
think that Halloween is time for
unchecked rowdyism, and in conse-
quence, as license breeds license, the
night is made one of horror to many.
The police of this city have been in
structed to do their utmost to check
the rowdyism tonight and Monday
night. A few arrests followed by
punishments will probably serve to
demonstrate to the community that
there is no tolerance for the abuse
of an institution that has long since
lost its real significance, and has be-
come merely a time of youthful car
nival.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1915-10-30

| that state. Mr.. Woodson contends
that the convention exceeded its
powers: that his term does not ex-
pire until the national convention
meets. He is girding up his loins for
a fight, and as he has served a long
! time as national committeeman, and
in that time heard and helped decide
a good many contests, he will be on
familiar ground.
The contest will show both local
and national features Mr.. Wood
son in 1896 was an ardent Bryan
man. Gen. Haldeman. named to sue
coed Mr. Woodson on the national
committee, was in that year a Palmer
and Buckner man. Mr.. Woodson's
present relations with Mr.. Bryan are
not cordial. Gen. Haldeman and Mr..
Bryan are now good friends.
Mr.. Woodson believes that the
state conventions action was taken
because of his opposition in the re-
cent Kentucky primary to the cam
didaoy OF Mr. Stanley for governor.
Mr.. Stanley won: and the convention,
which had met to adopt a platform.
being under the Stanley influence, de-
cided to lay Mr.. Woodson on the
shelf, and wrapped him in cotton so
as to make sure.
Mr.. Woodson does not like his
cerements, and promises to be live
" corpse at the national committee
meeting here in December.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1915-10-30

taught and housed. They are the
rule rather than the exception, and
the marvel is that more horrors do
not occur as fires start and get go
ing before detection. No fire drill
can be trusted to get children out of
danger. Now and then such an es-
cape is reported. but it is to be con-
sidered as a rare chance. Probably
the Peabody tragedy will stimulate
lawmaking and law enforcement in
Massachusetts,, and perhaps in other
states. But why were not the pre-
cautions taken in advance, before
these twenty children were sacrificed
to somebody's neglect or desire to
save money?