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Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1918-08-30

entity q slight touch Of sur weather.
yesterday with a maximum ana
low night temperature OF q NiqNs. TIE
river Is gradually falling aaN AZ IL
present rate OF fall win saer raeRh I
low water record.
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1918-08-30
WOOD SAW.

FOR A WOOD SAW-Phone 1090-R--
1855 N. Summer st. Our prices are
right. w. NJ. lander, proprietor. 9-19
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1918-08-30
FOR RENT

BILLIARD PARLOR for rent, with or
without fixtures; will remodel to
suit tenant; best location in city. E.
III. Klinger, 46 State street, Salem. If
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1918-08-30

The Bootery OF Salem WIZ "AtaA
few days open q branch shae sla svnta
furnishing store at Toledo Y Nrs
kirk who has been assoeia . SIN re
store win act as manager y d. naF
store.
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1918-08-30
Wants To Build Home
But Would Need Airhsip
In Order To Reach Il

The Home Service Section of the
Red Cross in Salem receives letters on
hundreds Of subjects Of Importance to
the Red Cross work but a few days
ago a request came for its services in
an entirely different liae.
Headquarters in seattle wrote that
a certain Captain Williams expected
to soon leave for overseas service and
that before going over, he would like
to build a home for his wife ON some
land owned in this county aud the of
flee thought the Homo Service Section
here could give some good advice and
materially help.
The land in question is the northwest
quarter u section 8, TIP. 8 range 9 east
and is about three miles from the post
office Of Hult on the road between
Silverton and Silver Falls, according
to the Captains description.
The captain is willing TO pay for the
lumber and labor and thought that as
a means Of putting money in the local
Red Gross auxiliary IL there was one,
that the men. of that locality would DO
glad to donate their work and let their
wages 90 into the treasury of the 10.
cal Red Cross organization.
~----
The land the captain owns is about
three and oneshalf miles directly east
of the postoffice Of Hult aud the going
would be directly across one mountain
top after another, There is no road in
to this section 5, The land was former.
ly q section of the Oregon and Califor-
MIA land grant and was taken from the
railroad some time ago. Recently |,
has been opened for filing Located a.
it is, 1t would be a pretty serious prob
lem to reach the farm and II could moi
have much timber value as the govern
ment has cruised throughout that see
ton aud filings are not permitted OF
valuable timber tracts,
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1918-08-30

MONEY TO LOAN

FEDERAL FARM LOANS - 55 Der
cent--34 years time. A. C. Bohrnstedt,
4Ol Masonic Tcmple, Salem, Oregon.
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1918-08-30
CAPITAL JOURNAL CLASSIFIED DEPT.
QUICK REFERENCE TO FIRMS THAT GIVE SERVICE ON SHORT NOTICE
WHERE BUYER AND SELLER MEET-WE RECOMMEND OUR ADVERTISERS

Telephone
sAlem Electric Co., Masonic Temple 127 North High -------- Main 1900
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1918-08-30
LODGE DIRECTORY

KNIGHTS OF PYTHIAS MEET AT
Mccormack hall on every Tuesday
at S. P. Andersen, C. C. T. j. Kuntz
r. & S.
Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1918-08-30
THE MARKET

i y x = y + 4 4 y y i
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North Bank Station (leavs Jefferso,
Street 10 and 20 minutes later)
The Lambertville record., 1918-03-28
Worm Breaks Itself to Pieces

There is a fiat worm about half an
inch long called Planaria velata which
rcproduces itself in most extraordi-
Eary manner. According to an article
in the Biological Bulletin when it
Grows old it loses it's appetite, its
colors fade and it's movements become
sl"w 1t drops a tiny fragment of its
tail, then another, still another and so
en- until it has left about half of its
body In scattered pieces, Each de-
tached piece curls up, secretes a mu-
Gus that soon dries and forms hard
shell.
In this condition the fragments re-
main throughout the summer, fall and
winter In the spring the shells burst
and liberate many minute worms,
which eat voraciously and soon grow
to adult size. The fore part of the
worm, after 1t has shed all these bits,
either dies or encyste itself in It's turn.
The Lambertville record., 1918-03-28

in, found a chair in a corner, and
noiselessly slipped into it, She sat
very still, listening, and the past-that-
mlght-have-bee and the future-that-
was-to-be, stretched behind and before
her, as is strangely often the case
when we are listening to music She
stared ahead with eyes that were very
wide open and bright. Something in
the attitude of the man sitting
hunched there over the piano keys,
and something in tie beauty and pa,
thos of the music brought a hot haze
of tears to her eyes, She leaned her
head against the back of the chair,
and shut her eyes and wept quietly
and heart-brokenly. The tears slid
down her cheeks, and dropped on her
tailored waist and her Irish lace jabot,
and she didn't care bit
The last lovely note died away. The
fat mans hands dropped Imply to his
sides. Emma McChesney stared at
them, fascinated. They were quite
marvellous hands; not at all the sort
"a AoANo OhO "cuih ChpCSJ W bGt AT
tached to the wrists of a fat man.
They were slim, nervous, sensitive
hands, pink-tipped, tapering, blue.
veined, delicate. AS Emma McChes-
ney stared at them the man turned
slowly on the revolving stool. His
plump, pink face was dolorous, sag,
ging, wan-eyed.
He watched Emma McChesney as
she sat up and dried her eyes. A. sat
isfied light dawned in his face.
Thanks" he SAID, and mopped his
forehead and chin and neck with the
brown-edged handkerchief.
"You-you can't be Paderewsk.
He's thin. But If he plays any better
than that, then l don't want to hear
him. You've upset me for the rest
Of the week. You've started me
thinking about thlngs-about things
that-that-"
The fat man clasped his thin, nerv-
Gus hands in front of him and leaned
forward
About things that you're trying to
forget II starts me that way, too.
That's why sometimes I don't touch
the keys for weeks. Say, what do
you think of a man who can play like
that, and who is out on the road for
a living just because he knows it's a
sure thing? Music! That's my gift,
And I've buried it. Why? Because
the public won't take fat man seri-
ously. When he sits down at the
The Lambertville record., 1918-03-28

selling Featherloom petticoats, saw
this:
A kitchen, very bright and clean,
with a cluttered kind of cleanliness
that bespeaks many housewifely tasks
under way. There were mixing bowls,
and saucepans, and kettle or SO,
and from the oven there came the
sounds of spluttering and kissing.
About the room there hung the divine
ly delectable scent of freshly baked
cookies. Emma McChesney cav her
self in an all-enveloping checked ging-
ham apron, her sleeves rolled up, her
hair somewhat wild, and one lock
powdered with white where she had
pushed 1t back with a floury hand.
and her eyes were very bright, and
she was scraping a baking board and
rolling pin, and trimming the edges
of pie tins, and turning with a whirl to
open the oven door, STOPPING to dip up
spoonfuls'of gravy only to pour the
again. There were things ON top OF
the stove that required sticking into
with fork, and other things that de-
manded tasting and stirring with a
spoon. A neighbor came In to borrow
a cup of molasses, and Emma urged
upon her one of her freshly baked
cookies. And there was a ring at the
front door bell, and she had to rush
away to do battle with a persistent
book agent.
The buzzing fly alighted on Emma
McChesneys left eyebrow. She swat
ted it with a hand that was not quick
enough, spoiled the picture, and slow
ly rose from her perch at the bedside.
"Oh, damn" she remarked, YEARLY,
and went over to the dresser Then
she pulled down her shirtwaist all
around and went down to supper.
The dining-room was very warm,
and there came a smell of lardy things
from the kitchen. Those supping were
doing SO languidly.
I'm dying for something cool, and
green, and fresh," remarked Emma to
the girl who filled her glass with iced
water; something springish and
tempting"
WELL" sing-songed she of the ruff
fed, starched skirt. I'VE have ham'n-
aigs, mutton chops, cold veal, cold
roast"
Two. fried" interrupted Emma
hopelessly, and pot of tea-black." !"
Supper over she passed through the
The Lambertville record., 1918-03-28

collar and jabot with a jerk, and
sat up
"Oh, now. don't give me that bunk.
l You've got good little seller, all
right, but that guaranty don't hold
water any more than the petticoat
contains silk. | know that stuff. 1t
looms up big in the window displays,
but it's got a filler of glucose, or
starch or mucilage or something, and
two days after you wear it it's as limp
as a cheesecloth rag. It's snowy, but
you take line like mine, for instance
why"
My customers swear by me.
make De Kalb tomorrow, and there's
Nussbaum of the Paris emporium, the
biggest store there, who just"
I Il make De 'Kalb, too remarked
Emma McChesney, the light of battle
in her eye.
You mean," gently insinuated the
fat man, that you were gong to,
but that's all over now"
"Huh?" said Emma.
"Our agreement, you know" the fat
man reminded her, sweetly. You
aren't going back on that. The cot
tage and the Sunday dinner for you,
remember"
"Of course" agreed Emma listlessly.
Il think I'll go up and get some sleep
now. Didn't get much last night on
the road"
Wont you-er-come down and
have a little something moist? Or we
could have it sent up here" suggested
the fat man.
You're the third man that's asked
me that today snapped Emma Nc
Chesney, somewhat Grossly. Say,
what do look like, anyway? I guess
III have to pin white ribbon ON my
coat lapel"
"No offense," put in the fat man,
with haste 81 just thought it would
bind our bargain. | hope you'll be
happy, and contented, and all that,
you know"
Let it go double" replied Emma
McChesneY. and shook his hand,
Guess I'll run down and get a
smoke" remarked he.
He ran down the stairs in a man
ner wonderfully airy for one so stout.
Emma watched until he vanished
around q bend in the stairs. Then she
walked hastily in the direction of 65.
Down in the lobby the fat man, cigar
in mouth, was cautioning the clerk,
and emphasizing his remarks with one
forennger
81 want to leave a call for $50"
he was saying. Not a minute later.
I've got to get out of here on that
7;35 for De Kalb. Got a Sunday Gus
toner there"
AS he turned away a telephone bell
tinkled at the desk. The clerk bent
his stately head,
CLERK. Yes, maam. No, ma'am,
there's no train out of here tonight
for DeKalb Tomorrow morning,
7:35 a. m. l sure will. At $50?
Surest thing you know"
The Lambertville record., 1918-03-28

made you certain that she was not of
our town. Now, that doesn't imply that
the women of our town do not dress
well, because they do. But there was
something about her-a fiirt of chiffon
at the throat, or her hat quill stuck in
a certain way, or the stitching on her
gloves, or the vamp of her shoe-that
US yet.
AS Emma McChesney loitered, look
ing in at the shop windows and watch
ing the women hurrying by, intent on
the purchase of their Sunday din
ners, that vaguely restless feeling
seized her again. There were rows of
plump fowls in the butcher shop win
dows, and juicy roasts. The cunning
hand of the butcher had enhanced the
redness Of the meat by trimmings of
curly parsley. Salad things and new
vegetables glowed behind the grocers
plate-glass There were the tender
green of lettuces, the coral of toma-
toes, the brown-green of stout aspara-
gus stalks, bins of spring peas and
beans, and carrots, and punches of
greens for soup. There came over the
businesslike soul of Emma McChes-
ney wild longing to go in and select
a ten-pound roast, taking care that
there should be just the right proper
tion Of creamy fat and red meat She
wanted to go in and poke her fingers
into the ribs of broiler She wanted
to order wildly Of sweet potatoes and
vegetables, and soup bones, and ap-
pies for pies. She ached to turn back
her sleeves and don blue-and-white
checked apron and roll out noodles.
She still was fighting that wild i'm
pulse as she walked back to the hotel,
went up to her stuffy room. and, with
out removing hat or coat, seated her.
self on the edge of the bed and stared
long and hard at the tan wallpaper.
There is this popularity about tan
wallpaper. II you stare at 1t long
enough you begin to see things Emma
McChesney, who pulled down some
thing over thirty-two hundred a. year
The Lambertville record., 1918-03-28

lobby on her way upstairs. The place
was filled with men They were loll-
ing IN the big leather chairs at the
window, or standing about, smoking
and talking. There was a rattle Of
dice from the cigar counter, and a
burst of laughter from the men gath
cred about it. 1t all looked very bright
and CHEEKY, and sociable. Emma Nc.
Chesney, turning to ascend the stairs
to her room, felt that she, too, would
like to sit in one of the big leather
chairs in the window and talk to
some one.
Some one was playing the piano in
the parlor. The doors were open.
Emma McChesney glanced in. Then
she stopped. 1t was not the appear,
ance of the room that held her. You
may have heard of the wilds of an
African jungle-the trackless wastes
Of the desert-the solitude of the for
est-the limitless stretch of the storm
tossed ocean; they are cozy and snug
when compared to the utter and soul
soaring dreariness of q small town
hotel parlor. You know what it is
red carpet, red plush and brocade fur
niture, full-length walnut mirror, bat
tered piano on which reposes a sheet
Of music given away with the Sunday
supplement of city paper.
A man was seated at the piano,
playing. He was not playing the Sum
day supplement sheet music. His
brown hat was pushed back on his
head and there was fat cigar in
his pursy mouth. and as he played he
squinted up through the smoke. He
was playing Mendelssohn's Spring
Song" Not as you have heard it
played by sweet young things; not
as you have heard 1t rendered by the
Appollo string quartette Under his
fingers 1t was a fragrant, trembling,
laughing, sobbing exquisite thing. He
was playing 1t in way to make you
stare straight ahead and swallow hard
Emma McChesney leaned her head
against the door. The man at the
plano did not turn. So she tip-toed
The Lambertville record., 1918-03-28

Emma McChesney, Mrs. Il place it
In the background because she gener-
ally did swung off the 2:15, crossed
the depot platform, and dived into the
hotel bus. She had to climb over the
feet Of fat man in brown and lean
man in black, to do 1t. Long practice
had made her perfect in the art. She
knew that the fat man and the thin
man were hogging the end seats SO that
they could be the first to register and
get choice of rooms when the bus
reached the hotel. The vehicle smelled
Of straw, and mold, and stables, and
dampness. and tobacco, as buses have
from old Jonas Chuzzlewits time to
this. Nine years on the road had ac-
customed Emma McChesneys nostrils
to bus smells. She gazed stolidly out
Of the window, crossed one leg over
the other, remembered that her snug
suit-skirt wasn't built for that atti-
tude, uncrossed them again, and
caught the delighted and under
standing eye of the fat travelling man,
who was a symphony in brown
brown suit, brown oxfords. brown
scarf. brown hat, brown-bordered hand
kerchief just peeping over the edge
Of his pocket He looked like a colos-
sal chocolate fudge.
"Red-faced, grinnlng. and a naughty
wink-I'n bet he sells collins and un-
dertakers' supplies" mused Emma
McChesney. And the other one-the
tall, lank, funereal affair in black-I
suppose his line would be sheet
music, or maybe monographs. Or
perhaps he's a lyceum bureau reader,
scheduled to. give an evening of humor-
GUS readings for the Young Mems Sun
day Evening club course at the First
M. q. church"
During those nine years on the road
for the Featherloom Skirt company
Emma McChesney had picked up a
side line or two on human nature.
She was not surprised to see the fat
man in brown and the thin man in
black leap out of the bus and into
the hotel before she had had time to
straighten her hat after the wheels
had bumped up against the curbing.
BY the time she reached the desk the
two We're d's5 ppearing in the wake Of
q bellboy.
The sartorial triumph behind the
desk, languidly read her signature up
side down, took Iisinterested look
at her, and yelled;
'FRONT.' Show the lady up to nine
teen"
Emma McChesney took three steps
In the direction of the stairway to-
ward which the boy was headed with
her bags. Then she stopped,
Wait minute, boy she said
pleasantly enough; and walked back
to the desk. She eyed the clerk,
half-smile on her lips, one arm in its
neat tailored sleeve, resting on the
marble, while her right forefinger,
trinity gloved, tapped an imperative
little tattoo. perhaps you think that
last descriptive sentence is as unnec-
essary as it is garbled. But don't you
get little picture of her-trim, taut
tailored mannish-booted, flat-heeled,
linen-collared, sailor-hatted0
you've made mistake, haven't
you?" she inquired.
"I1istake?" repeated the clerk, re-
moving his eyes from their loving con-
The Lambertville record., 1918-03-28
Bucks Featherloom skirts. What's

Bucks Featherloom skirts. What's
yours?"
Suffering cats!" shouted the fat
man. ID you mean to tell me that
you're the fellow who sold that bill
to Blum, of the Novelty Cloak and
Suit concern, and spoiled sale for
me?"
You! Are you"
you bet | am. I sell the best lit
tie skirt in the world. Strauss's Sans
silk Petticoat, warranted not to crack,
rip, or fall into holes. Greatest little
skirt in the country"
Emma McChesney straightened her
The Lambertville record., 1918-03-28

temptation of his right thumb-nail.
Guess not"
"Oh, think it over" drawled Emma
-McChesney. I've never seen nine
teen, but l can describe it with both.
eyes shut, and one hand tied behind
me. It's an inside room, isn't it, over
the kitchen, and Just next to the water
butt where the maids come to draw
water for the scrubbing at 5 a. m?
And the boiler room gets in its best
bumps for nineteen, and the patent
ventilators work just next door, and
there's a pet rat that makes his head
The Lambertville record., 1918-03-28

And it's going to be now with me.
When strike the pearly gates I'm
not going to have Saint Peter say to
me, Ed, old kid, what have you done
with your talents?'"
You're right" sobbed Emma Nc
Chesney her face glowing.
"By the way" interrupted the fat
man, what's your line?"
"Petticoats. I'm out for 7. A.
, 1918-08-01
Notice.

No hunting or fishing allowed on the
101 ranch on Brush Creek. Please keep
off. ]. T. THOMPSON.
, 1918-08-01
TWICE PROVEN.

If you suffer backache, sleepless
nights, tired, dull days and distressing
urinary disorders, don't experiment.
Read this twice-told testimony. It's
convincing evidence from this locality
-doubly proven.
A. Jordan, 621 W. Lincoln Highway,
Rawlins, Wyo., says: When 1 was
railroading, the constant jar while on
the engine caused my kidneys to get
out of order. l tried different kidney
medicines, but Doan's Kidney Pills
gave me more lasting relief than any
other medicine 1 used. They rid me of
that dull, heavy pain in the small Of
my back. 1 have used Doan's occasion
ally of late when / have had a slight
return of the trouble, and a few doses
have set me right" statement given
July %, 1900 On February II, 1917,
Mr.. Jordan said: "At times I find It
necessary to take Doan's Kidney Pills.
They always give me the same good
results"
60c at all dealers. Foster-Milburn
Co., Mfrs, Buffalo, N. Y. 33
, 1918-08-01
Farm Labor Notice.

To Members of the Saratoga Valley
Stock Growers Association:
The Association has appointed John
ID. Paulson of Saratoga as its labor
agent for the coming season. ALI MEM
bers requiring help should list their re-
quirements with Mr.. Paulson, stating
what class of laborers are wanted and
on what dates, in order that he may be
able to handle the work intelligently.
All persons desiring farm and ranch
work should apply to Mr.. Paulson, who
will have a list of positions open and
the remuneration agreed upon for the
various kinds of work. Anyone know
ing Of men looking for Nvrk should re-
fer them to Mr.. Faulson. A small
commission will be charged by the
agent for each man furnished.
BY Order of the Executive Commit
tee. j. A. SCHOONJANS,
/. NJ. CONFESS, President.
Secretary.
, 1918-08-01
Hunters and Fishermen!

No shooting or fishing allowed on my
ranch on Pass Creek. Trespassers will
be prosecuted. II. E. PILON,
Saratoga, Wyo.
The Washington herald., 1918-12-24
BIGGEST CHRISTMAS RUSH
TEIRONCS UNION STATION
War Workers, Discharged Soldiers, Govern.
rnent Officials Are Travelling Homeward.
Everybody in Good Humor.

With the visions Of home hearths
shining in their eyes and quickening
their footsteps, the Union Station ail
9ay yesterday was surging with
homecoming soldiers, sailors--and
war workers. They came alone
through the swinging front station
gates. or in groups of twos or threes.
carrying suit cases and packages that
pulged suspiciously like Santa Claus
packs
apparently the best of goodwill ex-
lsted between the hurrying travellers
ana those waiting at the station as
hey pushed their way out to the
waiting trains. To be bumped by the
edge of suitcase or to be prodded
with prickly bit OF holly was taken
with a true Christmas spirit and a
holiday smile.
a piece of mistletoe on a mum
or tucked into a hat band were
outward signs of the Christmas
spirit that reigned within. Even
the anxious travellers. who had
missed train connections, had re-
signed expressions on their faces
as they sat waiting for the next
nome train. Sitting in the Union
station somehow seemed to be near
er the little gray home in the hills.
AT least, that is what their serenity
implied.