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Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1916-05-26

years. He is survived by a sister and
three brothers.
Lulu, five-year-old daughter of Mr.
and Mrs. Allie Elifritz, was killed
May 10 under the wheels of a wagon
on which the child had been riding
from her parents home on the wy
nooche river near Montesano, to the
Taylor school house. The little girl
fell from the wagon and the driver did
not know it until too late.
w. H. Wakefield died at his home
in Elma, May 80, aged IS. Suriviv.
ing are the widow, a daughter and
four sons.
Nicholas Lentz was killed May Is
by falling tree at the Markham log
ging camp. He was aged 10 years, and
is survived by the parents, Mr.. and
Mrs. Henry Lentz Of Aberdeen Gar.
dens; two sisters, Mrs. Mary Jonas
and Miss Annie Lentz, of Aberdeen;
and brother, Mike Lentz of Aber.
deem.
Mrs. Hilda Matson died May Is at
her home near Greenwood. Surviving
are the husband, Edward Matson, and
five small children.
Raymond A. Sauers died May "a
from injuries sustained when heavy
timber, being loaded on a fat car at
the National mill in HoQuiam, fell
and struck him on the back of the
head. He was aged "a years, son
of the late Charles R. Sauers, former
superintendent Of the National mill.
He was the last of his immediate
family.
Albert D., infant son of DIR. and
Mrs. H. c. Randolph, died May "a
at the family home here.
Lucy, daughter of Mr.. and Mrs.
John Nedelic, died May % at the fam.
lily home in Cosmopolis.
John M. Stratton died at Westport
May 20, aged IS years. One Of the
oldest of Grays Harbor pioneers, he
is survived by the widow, son and
daughter, Gus Stratton and Mrs. V.
o. Gee; five grandchildren, Mrs. Jo-
seph Smith of Hoquiam; Mrs. c. V.
Dutton and Miss Rox Gee of Olym-
pia; Tom Gee of Aberdeen and R.
l.. Gee Of Blind Slough, Ore; and
great granddaughter, Pearl jose
phine Smith of Hoquiam.
Robert F. Lyle, head of the Lyle
numbering industries in Hoquiam, died
May 20 at his home in that city, ag-
ed 81 years. Surviving are the wi
dow and daughter, Miss Doris Lyle
and a sister, Mrs. J. H. Parker of
Tacoma. Deceased was a pioneer of
Grays Harbor, coming to Hoquiam in
1889 from his native state, Nebraska
to open a little grocery store which
was the start of his big business ca.
reer here.
Mrs. Lizzie McClannahan of Elma
died May 10 at the Hoquiam general
hospital. She was aged Sc and is
survived by the husband, w. M. Nc
Clannahan, a daughter and son, and
her parents, Mr.. and Mrs. Henry Sor.
weide of Grangeville, Idaho.
Mrs. Nancy Werts died May %, at
the home of her son, Henry Werts, at
Elma. She was aged SO years. had
been a resident of the state IS years
and is survived by three sons and a
daughter: Mrs. Frank Sickles, Contra
liza; Henry Werts, Elma; Fred Werts
Malone; and L. A. Werts, Elma.
Fritz Weise, we'll known logger, was
instantly killed May Is at Camp 4
near Matlock, by blow on the head
from falling limb. Surviving are
the widow and two small children.
The Herald Is q good newspaper;
costs you $3.50 year.
S<A nnIl0ss 2avof| In
Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1916-05-26

w. H. Wakefield died at his home
in Elma, May 80, aged IS. Suriviv.
ing are the widow, a daughter and
four sons,
Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1916-05-26

The Herald is q good newspaper;
costs you $50 year.
Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1916-05-26

Or see the gentle placid morn
Steal DER the busy seaside mart,
And mingle with its echoes, borne
Like peace within a Christian heart
Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1916-05-26
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Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1916-05-26

Nicholas Lentz was killed May 10
by a falling tree at the Markham log
ging camp. He was aged IS years, and
is survived by the parents, Mr.. and
Mrs. Henry Lentz of Aberdeen Gar
dens; two sisters, Mrs. Mary Jonas
and Miss Annie Lentz, of Aberdeen;
and brother, Mike Lentz of Aber.
deem.
Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1916-05-26

Fritz Weise, we'll known logger, was
instantly killed May Is at Camp 4
near Matlock, by blow on the head
from a falling limb. Surviving are
the widow and two small children.
Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1916-05-26

Mrs. Hilda Matson died May Is at
her home near Greenwood. Surviving
are the husband, Edward Matson, and
five small children.
Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1916-05-26

Mrs. Lizzie McClannahan of Elma
died May 10 at the Hoquiam general
hospital. She was aged SO and is
survived by the husband, w. M. Nc
Clannahan, a daughter and son, and
her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Henry Sor.
weide of Grangeville, Idaho.
Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1916-05-26

Mrs. Nancy Werts died May %, at
the home of her son, Henry Werts, at
Elma She was aged SO years. had
been a resident of the state 10 years
and is survived by three sons and a
daughter: Mrs. Frank Sickles, Contra
liza; Henry Werts, Elma; Fred Werts,
Malone; and L. A. Werts, Elma.
Pioneer press. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1882-19??, 1916-03-18

A we'll to do white man went to
Indiana and wanted to adopt his
pretty daughter, bright enough to
be classed as white, and whom he
confessed was his own child by a
colored woman, but was denied by
the Judge who said: I will not be
guilty of endorsing or encouraging
miscegenation.' That has gone
On for three hundred years by the
white master class as millions of
mulattoes will attest. and it will
still go OH for ever, and all the
Judges on earth can't stop it. This
white man had a conscience because
he said want to atone for my
wrong Take care of your own
child and will her what you want
her to have, for justice is not dead
In America.
Pioneer press. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1882-19??, 1916-03-18

While it has looked like war for
and during the past year, and now
the beginning is ordered, who can
see its end? Sorry it is to be with
our adjacent neighbors, who would
doubtless not act as they have, were
they not backed in so doing.
Every American has a legal and
moral right to defend his castle and
its inmates. But we had no right
to bother, threaten and send war
ships down there to stop the kill
ing of Mexicans when our own
were being ruthlessly murdered at
home.
Our climate and soil will grow
everything on earth and the world
has none better, and if our people
torsake this country and go to Mex
leo to live and get rich, and prefer
to stay there rather than come here
1T is their fault and gives this gov
eminent no right to get into q
bloody war the terribleness Of which
no living soul can tell
Mine and defend the border, but
stay on our own soil in doing it.
Pioneer press. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1882-19??, 1916-03-18

Born right, brought up right,
lived right and died right. Faith
tul to his party, loyal to his friends,
a master of the English language
and it's construction made William
Mercer Owen Dawson the ship that
safely carried his party over the
surging waters of democracy to the
harbor of supremacy. Who'll take
his place? Unborn. Delicate as a
frail woman, for years he fought
hard against death and harder for
the rights of men. Will power?
was full of it. He toiled unceas-
lngly till death silenced the richest
supply ofray the brain that
was ever buried in this state. He
believed in the Fatherhood of God
and the brotherhood of m II
preached and practiced it, and, with
clean hands, warm, true and low
ing heert, and beautiful soul in
hated with good deeds, he has gone
to his reward. We'll done thou
good and faithful servant"
Pioneer press. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1882-19??, 1916-03-18

We surrender the editorial page
to the speech of Hon. Elihu Root.

Ex-Governor White circulated
freely among his many ardent
friends, a few days ago, and was
we'll pleased; he threw up his hand
in his own magnetic way, and
shouted, I am ready for the pri-
mary tomorrow. He looks the
picture of health and has lost none
of his geniality, and forensic pow
err
Pioneer press. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1882-19??, 1916-03-18
VIVA. Arc Pcorle to Expect?


whether "t'r rc'nl...r can endure
VIVA, Arc Pcorle to Expect?
But wla; - IT," people to expect If
the Rcpuh,'v;.n party is restored to
power!
This much we can say now:
They may expect. with confidence,
that their government will meet the
economi" situation with which we
must deal immediately unou tho close
Of the war with a policy OF moderate
but adequate protection to American
industry.
They may expect that the govern
ment will be administered with the
honesty and efficiency which have
marked Republican administrations in
the past.
Ihey may expect that the best posi-
bic course for the preservation Of
peace will be followed by foreign pol
Icy which, With courtesy and friendli-'
ness to all nations, is frank and fear
less ana honest in It's assertion Of
American rights.
They may expect thar their govern
mcnt will stand for full and ADEQUATE
preparation by the American people
Tor their own tC,cn%r. The Republican
larlN loves '"n"" and hates war: it
'''Api5 Al VII never submit TO mill
t"rI domination; bur it is cUrHDoScu of
men who iu.e our country and who
deem that the independence, the liber-
ty, the honor and the opportunity Of
the American democracy are not mere
~ to be talked about with weak and
habby sentiment but are to be main
tanned and safeguarded by the pruc-
teal power Of a virilc and patriotic
people. It is ccarsightcd enough tc,
see that preparation for defense must
nave due relation to the possibilities
of attack; that under tho conditions of
modern warfare much preparation
must be made before Al possible attack
or all preparation will be impossible
after the attack. The Republican par
ty stands for Il citizenship made COM
potent by training to perform tLe free
mans duty of defense for his country.
1t stands FIR a regular army no larger
than is necessary, but as large as is
necessary to serve as Il first line. a
nucleus. a source Of instruction and Of
administration for the army of Amcri-
can citizens who may be called upon
to defend their country. And the Re-
publican party stands for the gospel
Of patriotic service to our country by
every citizen. according to his ability
in peace and in var 1t stands for
reaWakcNing Of American patriotism.
IT is not contcnt that While the people
Tombstone epitaph., 1916-11-26
Ihe Lone Star Ranger A Fine Tale ot the Open Country By ZANE GREY

to-I won't" Duane replied, perplex- cd and stubborn.
 But you must. It's the only safe way. They won't come here"
 Suppose they should? It's an even chance LOngStreth n search every room and corner in this old house. If they found me here l couldn't start a fight. You might be hurt. Then the fact of my being here"
 Duane did not finish what he meant, but instead made step toward the door. White of face and dark of eye, she took hold of him to detain him. She was as strong and supple as n panther. But she need not have been either resolute or strong. for the clasp of her hand was enough to make Duane weak.
 Up yet, Ray?" came Longstreth's clear voice, too strained, too eager to be natural.
 "No. I'm in bed reading. Good night" instantly replied Miss Long streth. so calmly and naturally that Duane marveled at the difference be- tween man and woman. Then she motioned for Duane to hide in the closet. He slipped In. but the door would not close altogether.
 Are you alone?" went on Long streth's penetrating voice.
 "Yes," she replied. Ruth went to bed"
 The door swung inward with a swift anI | bolt tered, haggard. fiaming-eyed. Behind him Duane saw Lawson, and indis- tinctly another man. Longstreth barred Lawson from en- tering, which action showed control as well as distrust. He wanted to see into the room. When he had glanced around he went out and closed the door.
 Then what seemed long interval | ensued. The house grew silent once | more. Duane could not see Miss | LonGstreth, but he heard her quick | breathing.
 Presently he pushed open the closet door and stepped forth. Miss Long streth had her head lowered upon her | lEilS anu hlptaTeN tO De Ill ulStTeSS. At his touch she raised q quivering | face.
 q think I can go now-safely." he whispered.
 GO then. If you must. but you may stay till you're safe" she replied.
 TT couldn't thank you enough. It's been hard on me-this finding out-and you his daughter. I feel strange. I don't understand myself well. But want you to know-if I were not an outlaw-a ranger-Td lay my life at your feet" "Oh! You have seen so-so little of me" she faltered.
 "All the same it's true. And that makes me feel more the trouble my coming caused you"
 "You will not fight my fatherf" "Not If I can help 1t. I'm trying | to get out of the way"
 But you spied upon him."
 T am a rangeE Miss Longstreth." And oh am rustler's daughter" she cried. That's so much more ter.
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was bursting hen. Eut Poggin loved a horse. He never loved anything else. He could be won with that black horse Bullet. Cheseldine was already won by Duane's monumental nerve; otherwise he would have killed Duane.
 Little by little the next few days Duane learned the points he longed to know: and how indelibly they etch- ed themselves in his memory Chesel' dine's hiding-place, was on the far slope of Mount ord, in a deep, high walled valley. He always went there just before a contemplated job. where he met and planned with his lieuten- ants. Then while they executed he basked in the sunshine before one or another of the public places he owned. He was there in the Ord den now, getting ready to plan the biggest job yet. It was a bank-robbery; but where, Fletcher had not as yet been advised.
 Then when Duane had pumped the now amenable outlaw of all details pertaining to the present he gathered data and facts and places covering period of ten years Fletcher had been with Cheseldine. And herewith was unfolded a history so dark in its bloody regime. so incredible In its brazen daring, so appalling in it's proof of the outlaws sweep and grasp of the country from PecOs to Rio Grande, that Duane was stunned. Compared to this Cheseldine of the Big Bend. to this rancher, stock-buyer, cattle speculator. property-holder, all the outlaws Duane had ever known sank into insignificance. The power of the man stunned Duane; the strange fidelity given him stunned Duane; the intricate inside working of his great system was equally stunning. But when Duane recovered from that the old terrible passion to kill consumed him, and it ragged fiercely and 1t could not be checked. If that red-handed poggin. If that coldeyed. dead-faced Knell had only been at Ord! But they were not, and Duane with help of time got what he hoped was the upper hand of himself.
Tombstone epitaph., 1916-11-26
CHAPTER xx-Continued.


 Just at that moment Duane felt an almost inappreciable movement of the adobe wall which supported him. He could scarcely credit his senses. But the rattle inside Longstreth's s soom was mincllng with little dull tiiuds of falling dirt. The adobe wall, m rely dried mud. was crumbling. Duane distinctly felt tremor pass though it. Then the blood gushed back to his heart.
 ~What in the hell!" exclaimed Lopgstreth.
 ''I smell dust" said Lawson. sharp ly.
 That was q signal for Duane to drop down from his perch, yet de spite his care he made noise.
 Did you hear a step?" Queried Longs;reth.
 No one answered. But a heavy piece of the adobe wall fell with a thud. Duane heard it crack, felt 1t shake.
 There's somebody between the wuiis." .hunier-d iongstreth.
 utu II StNA4pI cA lllt " AAi AtAA AA ward with a crash. Duane began to squeeze his body through the narrow passage toward the patio.
 Hear hIn" yelled Lawson. This side,"
 "No. he's going that way" yelled LonCStreth.
 The tramp of heavy boots lent Duane the strength of desperation. He was not shirking fight, but to be cornered like q trapped coyote was another matter. He almost tore his clothes of In that passage. The dust neurly stifled him. When he burst in- 10 the patio 1t was not an instant too soon. But one deep gasp of breath revived him and he was up, gun in hand, running for the outlet into the court. Humping footsteps turned him back. While there was a chance 10 get away he did not want to fight. He thought he heard someone run ming into the patio from the other end. He stole along. and coming to door. without any idea of where it might lead. he softly pushed il open a little way and slipped in.
Tombstone epitaph., 1916-11-26

him. The instant she betrayed the secret Duane realized perfectly that he loved her. The emotion was like great flood.
 Miss Longstreth. all this seems so unbelievable" he whispered. "Chesel- dine is a rustler chief I've come out here to get. He's only a name. Your father is the real man. I've sworn to get him. I'm bound by more than law or oaths. l can't break what binds me. And must disgrace you wreck your life, Why, Miss Long streth, l believe I-I love you. It's all come fin a rush. I'd die for you if l could. How fatal-terrible-thi Is! How things work out.'
 She slipped to her knees, with her hands on his.
 You won't kill him?" she implored. ''If you care for me-you won't kill him"
 No. That I promise you"
 With a low moan she dropped her head upon the bed.
 Duane opened the door and stealth !ly stole out through lhe corridor to the court. But long after he had tramped out into the open there was lump in his throat and an ache in his breast.
Tombstone epitaph., 1916-11-26
CHAPTER xxilI.

Again inaction and suspense drag ged at Duane's spirit.
 But one day there were signs of the long quiet of Ord being broken. A messenger strange to Duane rode in on secret mission that had to do with Fletcher. Duane was present In the tavern when the fellow arrived saw the few words whispered. but did not hear them. Fletcher turned white with anger or fear, perhaps both, and he cursed like a madman. The mes senger rode away off to the west. This west mystified and fascinated Duane as much as the south beyond Mount Ord. After the messenger left Fletcher grew silent and surly. IL became clear now that the other out laws of the camp feared him. kept out of his way. Duane let him alone, yet closely watched him.
 Perhaps an hour after the messen. ger had left. not longer. Fletcher man ifestly arrived at some decision, and he called for his horse. Then he went to his shack and returned. To Duane the outlaw looked in shape both to ride and to fight He gave orders for the men in camp 10 keep close until he returned. Then he mounted.
 Come here. Dodge" he called. Duane went up and laid hand on the pommel of the saddle. Fletcher walked his horse, with Duane beside him. till they reached the log bridge, when he halted.
 Dodge, I'm in bad with Knell," he said. An it pears I'm the cause of friction between Knell an Pogg.
Tombstone epitaph., 1916-11-26

up on the dusty horses, and halted in a bunch before the tavern. The party consisted about twenty men, all heavily armed, and evidently in charge of clean-cut, lean-limbed cowboy. Duane experienced consider able satisfaction at the absence of the sheriff who he had understood was to lead the posse. Perhaps he was out in another direction with a differ ent force.
 Hello. Jim Fletcher" called the cowboy.
 "Howdy," replied Fletcher. At this short, dry response and the way he strode leisurely out before the posse Duane found himself modifying his contempt for Fletcher. The out law was different now. Fletcher, we've tracked a man to all but three miles of this place. Tracks as plain as the nose on your face. Found his camp. Then he hit into the brush. an We lost the trail. Didn't have no tracker with us. Think he went Into the mountains. But
Tombstone epitaph., 1916-11-26
CHAPTER XXI.

A low cry greeted Duane. The room was light. He saw Ray Long streth sitting on her bed in her dress ing-gown. With a warning gesture to her to be silent he turned to close the door. It was q heavy door without bolt or bar, and when Duane had shut it he felt safe only for the moment. Then he gazed around the room. There was one window with blind closely drawn. He listened and seem- ed to hear footsteps retreating, dying away.
 Then Duane turned to Miss Long strcth. She had slipped off the bed, half to her knees. and was holding out trembling hands. She was as white as the pillow of her bed. She was terribly frightened. Again with warn ing hand commanding silence, Duane stepped softly forward, meaning to reassure her.
 ''Oh!" she whispered wildly; and Duane thought she was going to faint. When he got close and looked into her eyes he understood the strange. dark expression in them. She was terrified because she believed he meant to kill her. or do worse, prob- ably worse. Duane realized he must have looked pretty hard and fierce bursting into her room with that big gun in hand.
 The way she searched Duane's face with doubtful. fearful eyes hurt him.
 Listen. ] didn't know this was your room. came here to get away to save my life. I was pursued. was spying on your father and his men. They heard me, but did not see me. They don't know who was listen ing. They're after me now"
 Her eyes changed from blank gulfs to dilating. shadOwing, quickenine windows of thought.
 Then she stood up and faced Duane woman in her eyes.
 Tell me now. You were spying or my fatherT
 Briefly Duane told her what had happened before he entered her room not emitting a terse word as to the character of the men he had watched
 My Godl So it's that? l knew something was terribly wrong here with him-with the place-the people And right off I hated Floyd Lawson Oh. it II kill me if-lf- It's so much worse than I dreamed What shall dO?"
 The sound of soft steps somewhere near distracted Duahe's attention reminded him of her peril. and now what counted more with him, made clear the probability of being discover ed in her room.
 aTT have to get out of here, whispered Duane.
 .wait," she replied. Didn't yos say they were hunting for youT
 They sure are." he returned. grim
 -Oh. then you mustn't go. TheI might shoot you. Stay. If we heal them you can hide. I'll turn out th' light. I'll meet them at the door You can trI.x me Wait till all quiet flown, fl we have to wait i'll morn hg. Then you can slip out"
 T ossfrt b stay. l don't wan