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$1,000.

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New 1O-room dwelling on 75-foot
lot, plastered walls, running water IN
all bedrooms, bath; near Grand ave
nue. fountain on Malvern boulevard.
Terms one-third casa, balance at per
cent a beautiful home.
$500.
Four-room dwelling and deep lot,
No. I25 Flint street, between Quapaw
and Pecan; terms $500 down and 500
a year at per cent. Ample yard for
poultry and garden.
$500.
Natty 2-story S-room frame dwell
ing, colonial front, screened back
porch; we'll and pump; barn, lot so by
100 TO alley; $3.50 down and S15 to $50
a month Gulpha street, near Grand
avenue.
Lot near Oaklawn, on side street
west of Central avenue; 100X300 to
alley; cheap and good
$500.
A close-in cottage OF 4 rooms ana
bath on Plateau street; two blocks
from Central avenue.
$500.
A beautiful S-room residence, on lot
7Ox24O, on Quapaw avenue, facing
south, strictly modern and a bargain
$500.
Perhaps you want to build from a
plan of your own. Look at this Cen
trail avenue lot 50xl50, next to the
McKeehan residence. An attractive
site for that bungalow See me for
terms.
$500.
What about that home in the cou1.
try? 5 acres good garden land G.
room dwelling, well, barn, small or
chard; large frontage on road, ga
miles south Of fair grounds; at $500,
$500 down and 500 year at per
cent
s1,75o.
Pretty place, BIS Bower street 8
rooms, lights. gas. city and well
water: small orchard barn, street on
each end OF lot
$1,000.
Lot 70x295 feet. one 5-room and
one Groom house, good neigh5orhood,
$500 down. and $25 to $50 month
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"HOME SWEET HOME"
you Suppose you


I1714 Central avenue Near Morrison
avenue.
$3.50.
Large city lot with 4 snug cottages
Woodfin street, near Gator Farm;
over an acre in this-the improve
ments are good Fine place for city
poultry farm, in rear of dwellings.
$4,000.
Truck farm Of 90 acres, 2 miles
east of postoffice, with 2 dwellings
tone for tenant, and a store build,
ing: latter can be used for groceries
and feed to supply the neighborhood
Price $2500. Live stock and vehicles
extra Terms made
$t.too.
Corner lot, Groom cottage, best o.
well water; can have modern utili.
eies dandy garden spot; location east
of M d. & G. depot; $1,100 is price,
5000 down, $40 to $40 a month.
$3.50
Three-story frame apartment house,
70 rooms and bath, nicely furnished;
the whole for $3.50. including furni.
ture and extra ground enough for
two cottages This property is with
in two minutes walk from car line
and in fine condition. The improve
ments alone cost over $4,000, furnish
llgs about $1,000 If You have $3.50
buy this.
$500.
Lot southwest of fair grounds, near
Central avenue, 75x300 from street to
street. Very good.
$4,000.
"The house ON the hill" Great big
lot. $50 feet front; less than min
utes' walk Of car line and in most
healthful locality, north of Majestic.
Price $4,000 Terms half cash, bal
ance TO suit at per cent. There is
one 4-room house on this lot, AID
space for three or four more, Water
and gas installed.
$500.
Convenient 7-room dwelling, two
blocks west of Central and S, Border,
renting at SIS, for sale for a few days
at 81 500
$3.50.
Lot As by 1877; Broom house, lights,
screens, porch outbuildings, bored
we'll; Lafayette avenue, near Cres-
cent; $3.50 down $3.50 month.
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cURFEW LAW RECOMMENDED
FOR COLLEGE GIRLS

Madison, Wis, Jan. 30-The grand
jury which reported today has under
taken to regulate the conduct of the
young women students at the state
university TO the extent of recon-
mending a curfew law applying to the
tract occupied by the university farm.
The grand jury suggests that the
tolling Of the o'clock bell should
send the goods scampering from the
farm grounds to avoid suspicion Of
improper conduct.
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BOWLING NOTES.

Robert McRoberts opened mp for
business III. his new location yestter-
day A. J. Guntner Dowled the first
ball making a strike The first game
was played by A. j. Guuther W. A.
Mellard and e. H. Burrough The
first match game win take place Mon
day evening between the Fordyce and
Court House teams. Capt Mellarl
made the first purchase. Ollie eros
by bowed the first duckpn game.
The players were well pleased with
the alleys in general
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ing necessary for the immediate pres
eryation of the Public Peace, Health
and Safety, an emergency is declared
to exist and this act shall take effect
and be in force from and after its
passage.
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GRAND JURY RECOMMENDS
REPEAL OF PAROLE LAW

Chicago, Jan. 3O-The Cook county
January grand jury today recon-
mended tlat the Illinois parole law
be repealed. The report recited that
the jurors We're of the opinion that
the law had failed Of its purpose be-.
cause a majority of crimes were com
mitted by former convjcts.
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Judge C. T. Gotham has resumed
the practice Of law and has secured
the offices formerly occupied by At
torney A. j. Murphy located at S0l
Central avenue. second floor OF the
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MExtcANS CHARGED WITH
SMUGGLING CHlNAMEN

Brownsville. Texas, Jan 30.-Two
MeNicans have been arrested by the
United States immigration officers
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TOO LATE TO CLASSIFY.
FOR SALE-Furniture of four
room cottage, rent very cheap, party
leaving city Inquire at aga Park
avenue 1-3l-3t
LOST-One carat diamond ring. / -
carat diamond ring, / brooch OF pearls
and diamonds, between Maurice flats
AID Arkansas National bank; reWrd.
Address Lost. this office. 1t
TWO YOUNG LADIES can secure
board and room at reduced rate at
first-class small hotel, provided one
and Arkansas National bank; reward.
care Sentinel-Record 1-31-3t
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CHICKEN Thief
shot BY WOMAN
MRS. L. H. MOONEY, ALONE IN
HER HOME, FIRES SHOT AND
STOPS THIEF.

c. c. Figley the Victim, is the Same
Man Who About Four Years Ago
Was Shot by Negroes After j DIN.
Guilty.
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Telephone Us; rapid delivery. Pub
lie Drug Co.
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Try a ssntInei.ReeOrd Want Ad.
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TOO LATE TO CLASSIFY.
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-11-19
CHAPTER XVI.
The Bio Raft.

On the fourteenth of March the
wheezy tug pulled the great, brown
c~igar-shaped monster that meant SO
much to Sandry and the fortunes Of
the Dillingworth from its moorings
out to the narrow, deep neck of the
bay that would take it to the sea.
Sandry for the first time in his life
felt the slow, sliding motion as the
great oval floor responded to the
screeching tug and the ebb tide.
On board with Sandry were Daily
and eight Indians, all armed and wait
ing for anything that might develop.
But Hampden had no notion Of meet
ing John Daily in his present mood
and it seemed as if all was to go
smoothly. AS the raft drew majes-
tically abreast of the mill at Toledo
the Yellow Pines owner was conspicu-
GUS on the dock, though he did not ap-
pear to see anything beyond the pile
of raw, bright lumber he was marking.
His ford face wore a sardonic grin.
Wait till yer damned little gasoline
bobtaii gets down to tn water!" he
said under his breath, "jest wait!"
And just as the raft swung slowly
into the straight canallike mouth of
the bay, which it almost filed, the
little tug faltered, coughed, sent up
a protesting futter and was dead as
death.
The Portland scaler was running 1t,
and he spent two blasphemous hours
IL ofsn q o1u xy0rHfnU NJ fh0 an 0fnn 0nd
shouting to the men on the raft.
IT'S a mighty good thing we got her
headed out before this happened" said
Daily, ''or we'd never a-got her turned
straight in Gods world. I bet Hamp-
den's done somethin' to tn tug. She
hain't never gone dead before"
AS the strong o~utrunning tide drew
them along the little town receded,
the low banks gave way to the trees,
and the hills rose sharply about them,
ending, as the waterway cut through
the ridges.
Sandry saw what an ideal holding
the Dillingworth was, with its un-
bounded ven of forest, its deep
natural harbor, its strong tide suction
for the RATS.
The scaler loosed his useless cable.
worked the drifting tug to the side
with a couple of heavy paddles. finally
edged her clear, lassoed a passing
snag and let the raft go by.
Tell them I'll be up by train to-
morrow" he called, land I'll send
someone down for the tug with a
dray."
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-11-19

-Yes-but for how much of it can
| thank myself? Hampden has me in
a bad hole about my great East Belt
the best timber in the region and the
base, practically, of the Dillingworth's
future-and but for these Indians ]
would be now-well, I hate to think
where I'd have been"
"Shi" said Miss Ordway; not SO
fast about that bad hole. Instead, Mr..
Walter Sandry, we've got your friend
Hampden in the deepest hole he was
ever in in all his life. In fact, when
we say the word, he'll turn over the
East Belt with both hands,"
Sandry held out a hand and Miss
Ordway took it, not after her usual
nj of h%ail-fellow, but with a
gentle, proprietary motion. She tapped
the breast of her princess gown.
Il have right here copies of filings
on sixteen claims, all duly put through
by cash entry by as many different
men-and 1 know that Hampton owns
all these numbers, that he furnished
the money for building the cabins, for
filing fees, for advertising, for final
proofs at the land Office and for the
government price of the land. In re-
turn for all this these bogus entry
men-your drifting gentry of the
spiked boots and the turkey in mos
cases-received four hundred dollars
eacn for the breaking of their faith
with the government. No wonder
Hampden is rich!"
For a long moment Sandry sat in
a silence so deep that he ceased to
breathe. He was grasping the magni-
tude OF the mans daring-the gigantic
risk ne ran with his safety in the n
certain hands OF sixteen men.
And also ne was beginning to COM
prehend, wonderingly, the daring of
this woman, her inesse, her clever
ness and ner success.
Wonderful" he said at last; st is
past belief And how, for the love Of
heaven. did you ever wind uE that
commissioner to put his own head in
the moose by giving you those proofs?"
Miss Ordway looked away down the
fast darkening slough, and there was
that in her narrowed, smiling eyes
which, had Sandry seen, would have
shocked him from her.
HE didn't give" she said oddly; II
took"
And something In the speech 81
fenced the man.
Sometimes" went on this clever
woman, zone will take providing
there is a great enough incentive. I
had a great incentive"
She ceased, waiting, and against his
will Sandry supplied the question.
"What?"
YOU" said Miss Ordway in a whis-
per.
With her pretty, inimitable gesture
of daring she put up a hand, laid it
against his cheek and drew his face
toward her.
boy" she said in a c~uriously
choked tone, as If emotion dominated
her, "oh, boy! With your youth and
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your eagerness, YOU inherent strength
and your losing battle! Did you not
know that you were as fire to me?"
She slipped off the log and stood be-
fore him, her hands clasped across her
breast and all her magnificent beauty
a lure In the spring dusk.
"Ah!" she laughed recklessly, you
have set me flaming, like a line of fire
at night And / care nothing that l
tell you-there is no law for a gen.
ius!"
And, turning swiftly, she went down
the slope, away from him, leaving him
as she had done one before with his
head whirling under the spell of her
beauty and her daring. But this time
she had left far more, for within him
there surged and rioted emotions that
defied control-joy and triumph and
savage desire to even scores with the
man who had SO cruelty pressed him,
relief at the prospect of saving SO cas-
lily his East Belt and his future; and,
bursting through the rest, the tingle
of her words, the amazed comprehen-
sion of them.
The days that followed were hard
ones for the young owner of the Dill
lingworth. He did not see that he had
taken the silent little girl of the hills,
and that the dominant, clever woman
Of the world had taken him. Yet such
were the facts in the vague, half
formed shape that affairs had as
sumed.
With a splendid tact Miss Ordway
kept away from him, presenting at
such times as they CHANGED to meet
a serene poise that was as charming
as her abandon had been that night
by the rollway. On the other hand,
Siletz watched him with troubled eyes,.
There was that in features and voice
that frightened her, as a loving woman
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I'VE can't trust Hampden a minute,
john" said Sandry; "Im learning sus-
picion." Indeed he was learning many
things. Only John Daily in the sanity
of his just nature watched this Johnny
Eastern take his rough knocks and
come up with his teeth set.
These two were growing together In
a slow affection. The big room had,
in a sense, become home to Sandry,
and the evenings when Ma sat in her
little rocker and Siletz braided her
mats with Coosnah beside her filed
his toil-worn soul with peace.
The Preacher had slipped away as
silently and mysteriously as he had
come, with a blessing upon all and a
promise to return-"when you shall
need me, my children"
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-11-19
CHAPTER XIV.
"rhere Is No Law for a Genius"

"There Is No Law for a Genius"
March came in like a lamb with
delicate weather, crystal clear and
opal bright, and with it came Miss
Ordway. Sandry was glad to see her.
but the critical point was at hand and
he scarce took time to eat or sleep
from the great work of the contract.
The mammoth raft was ready, the
largest, according to Daily, that the
camp had ever tent out in all it's life.
and a special boat from the Portland
Mills company would lay off Yaquina
to receive it on the sixteenth.
On the night of the second, Daily
caught a glimmer of white on the lin
tel. It was a paper, stuck in with a
thumb-tack.
Watch your raft" it said, for pow
der"
That was all. and 1t was unsigned.
Daily told Sandry of the incident and
showed the warning.
So for the remaining nights the
great raft was lighted from end to
end and four of the Indians p~atrolled
it In shifts, armed with rifles and un-
der orders to shoot at the first sign OF
trouble.
The work went forward rapidly. The
Siwashes, born and raised in the tim
Der country, knew all the work of the
camp and they needed no driving.
They were a godsend to Sandry in
the pressing days and he came to look
upon them with a wide tolerance,
"'In serving you we serve S'1etz,'"
he quoted to himself, for she's your
woman" And an odd sensation
prickled his skin, tingled at the roots
of his hair. Some way, somehow,
these were Siletz' people-these silent,
shiftless, well-taught creatures, who
made no s of their talents, yet who
did hard, unnecessary labor at the call
of the blood.
That night, with the raft and ever
the two engines under guard and all
the length of track ~patrolled, he came
in tired, worn to a thin edge with
sleeplessness, tense and taut as a sing
ing wire, to meet Miss Ordway.
She slipped her hand into his arm
with a little, familiar gesture and
turned him about.
Come along and relax" she said,
you're almost hysterical."
Il believe l am" said Sandry wea-
rily, though as he stepped out into the
night, soft already with the breath of
spring as is the way with the coast
country, where the seasons shoulder
each other suddenly for place, he
looked ~uneasily for Siletz.
Lets go up to the old rollway. It's
deserted and l have things to tell
you-oh, many things!"
She laughed, her little ripping
laugh that was so soft and rich, and it
soothed the mans strained nerves like
a narcotic.
Miss Ordway sat down, or rather
climbed up, on a log that lay beside
the rollway and drew her gray broad
cloth aside.
Sandry settled himself beside her
and took off his hat. The soft, changed
breath of the night air was grateful
to him.
"Whe-ew! I'll be thankful when this
strain is over, that raft headed out to
sea and my contract fulfilled Inever
knew business was 10 strenuous"
Miss Ordway looked at him through
the dusk with admiring eyes.
"But look how you're succeeding!
Why. it's great!"
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Twelve men worked continually at
the great marine monster, packing the
legs inside the cradle, carrying the
giant chains up and over as the snug
floor reached the top, iacing the whole
together and at last lifting the center
gently, thus giving to the thing its
likeness to a vast cigar.
A timber-scaIer, sent down by the
Portland firm, was constantly in at
tendance.
A shack had beer. thrown up at the
head OF the raft and a watch was kept
by day n n1gnt.
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-11-19
CHAPTER XIV.
The Call of the Wind.

The night lay thick over the Siletz
country. High above, the pine tops
sang with a roar, ~soft-voiced but far
reaching Is thunder. Mystery and
loneliness pressed upon the wilder
ness like a finger. 1t quivered the
sharp ears of Black Bolt. pricked for.
ward, listening, it padded the feet OF
Coosnah running ahead in the trail,
but upon Siletz it's touch was lost.
She, too, was OF the forest IN a night
like this; she, too, was free of its hid
den paths. Hour after hour they
threaded the familiar way, and pres.
emily the forest hghtened, fell away,
left them at the steep shore of the
Siletz river, gurgfing along In the
darkness. swift and shallow.
Fields and pastures lay here upon
right and left and cabins stood squat IN
the shadows. This was the headquar
ters of the reservation. Through the
small settlement, up a lane and across
Ia woods-lot went the trio, and pres.
emily Siletz drew rein where a sorry
shack crouched foriornly beneath a
mammoth fir. The sound brought to
its door a bent figure that came and
stood at Black Bolts head like a
shadow.
Siletz spoke in jargon, slid down.
trailed the reins on the earth and en-
tered the little house.
An hour later she stood against it's
closed door, facing a dusky circle OF
squatting figures, her trim form
straight in the lamplight, her shirt
open a bit at the throat, her slim
hands eloquent in quiet gestures.
Near the pine table that held the
ftful light stood old Kolawmie. a
splendid illustration Of the white
mans ways.
He might have been fifty years OF
age, he might have been a hundred
Pure blood of chiefs ran in his veins,
and he had memories of the time when
the Oregon country reached from the
northern sound to the valley of the
Sacramento, but the burden of prog.
ress hung heavy on his shoulders, his
fingers trembled from much devotion
to the Spirit of the Burning Water.
Broken in heart and soul and tribe,
he dreamed out the long last days in
the monotony of the reservation, send
ing his sons to the ~red-roofed school
on the hill, turning them aimlessly
loose upon their lands when they
were throughput still throughout the
country where the sign of the Siletz
was seen, there were known his wise
precepts, there would his call bring
followers. About him gathered now a
silent circle. young men who could
speak good English and write essays
ON the evolution of man, older ones
who accepted the modern modes with
reservations, and a few like himself Of
the ancient time.
To them Siletz was speaking.
Trouble has fallen upon the Night
Wind" she said sweetly, land she
come to her friends for help. Sandry
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IS ever frightened wnen trouble Tldes
the shoulder of the beloved.
Therefore one night soon after San.
dry's talk with Miss Ordway, Siletz
followed him as he went to the office
after supper. It was a black night,
and SaDdry was not aware of her pres
ence until a touch fell on his Shout
der, almost as light and soft as that
of the mist upon hissface.
"Sandry," said Siletz.
He turned swiftly and all the vex,
atious ache of his heart seemed to cul-
inmate suddenly in a desire to take
her in his arms.
"Yes?" he said, yielding to the in
f1uence of the misty darkness and the
nearness of this girl who typiied the
wild so alluringly, "the Night Wind
breathes upon my heart. Why is it,
Little S'letz?"
"Why-why," stammered Siletz, 81
hardly know. Yet-there is some
thing"
She fell silent a moment, standing
beside him.
lAC WlnU6 " 1O0 ! ACdFJ OA lily
soul, Sandry," she said at last, ear
nestly, land they tell me that you
are sad. What can l do-oh, what can
| do to help?'
There was in her voice the simple
cry of a sympathy sc intense that it
was anguish, and Sandry's lips tight
ened in the darkness.
For a heady moment he could scarce
resist the bidding of the iawless thrill
that she was ever capable of sending
through him, to take her into his arms
as he had done that day when she
beheld the sea. But a tardy thought
of Miss Ordway shut his hands upon
themselves and steadied his voice.
He put his hands upon lei Shout
ders and .lursled ~ round.
"Gn r. . mild" he
said, but his voice had fallen to a
whisper, a whisper that was a caress,
laden as heavily with wistful sadness
as a whisper might be, "and don't fret.
/ am all right"
Without a word, obedient to him as
the primal woman ever is to man,
SiIetz went away in the night toward
the cook-shack.
AS she passed up the path she al
most brushed the garments of Poppy
Ordway, standing in rigid silence, her
hands shut in the folds of her gown,
her rose lips ashen, her eyes strained
wide.
"Fooli Fooll Fooli" the woman
was thinking in a rage of passion.
why didn't | suspect? She is some
thing to him-she has her charm.
There is danger in her to me-oh,
Sandry, you stupid, simple hearth"
For Poppy Ordway had heard the ca
ress of that lowered voice. The new
passion in her took fright, and a furi-
Gus, choking rage sent the blood hot
upon her heart.
The next morning he found upon his
windowledge a handful of fern and a
spray of tiny, yellow, waxlike flowers
that were beginning to show where
the little streams tore down the noun
tains, lining their rocky beds. He
took them in and put them away in a
drawer among his papers, silent voice
of a sympathy that was as delicate as
it was strong.
That morning when Poppy Ordway
encountered Siletz the bright smile
she gave her covered a sudden hatred
that had sprung, full grown, from a
mans low whisper; and the bad times
that followed for the girl had their
inception then.