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The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1918-12-05
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The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1918-12-05
RED CROSS ROLL CALL.

Everybody join up: ono dollar
please!
In the great week h"l"r" Christmas
YOU Will hc called Ia the Red Cross
t"lors--rvcry man and woman old and
yrung. There. VIII II" II" exemptions
just ON" great "J"iII" altogether.
Headquarters hav" been established
in the Court ;hcai"r building. entrance
on Chaplin" street. below twelfth.
Members nf ~" executive. committee
will b. at hcaduurrtrr>; beginning this
morning. until in" roll call IS brought
to q rlo.c Oh December 70.
The Ecnw"ud and Elm Gr"r" branches
and uuXliIarIrS Of f:!;rw"od Rrncy'S
Point. Philadelphia. Valley Grove. Dallas
Mozart Park and West Liberty viii be
furnished supplies from headquarters
on Friday Saturday and Monday. The
Wheeling. Warwood and Fulton dis
trcts may cali for supplies any TING
after Monday, December Q.
The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1918-12-05
En- sted-RobinSon,

Tho many friends rf Miss Mcrti'
Robinson Of RmnCyS Point Will J" sur
urisrd Ia lear: If her 'uarrIaE" "a Mr.
G. 4. Hustled Of ClarkshurG. ". w.
Miss Robinson =: tn" daughter If q.
s. Robinson. and is well known IN this
city while tn" Gr"Olu i$a We'll known
rctircd farmer - ,Ynrksburg. They arc
receiving CONGRATULATIONS Of their many
friends They Will make their home in
Ola ri; yhurE
The Washington times., 1918-06-13
Trench DIGGING
CONTEST IGNORES
TAPS At MEADE

CAMP MEADE. Nd, June ia
trench digging contest is on between
companies and battaIions OF the in
fantry regiments, and the first sur
prising feature about the contest was
the announcement that taps does
not mean bed time for those who
have big Jobs ahead.
The 313th infantry was the frst
TO 20 in for all night digging. but
others will have their taste OF 1t.
The trench work is to be done
under conditions similar TO those TO
be met with in actual lighting. Men
make advances over level ground to
points staked OF where they start to
dig in. This digging in is kept up
for hours until trenches have been
formed and other battalions come to
relieve the men at the front. Thus
working in relays the digging will
be kept up without intermission by
day or night The start was maze
with the portable little trenching
tools, but spades, picks, shOvels, axes,
and other tools are provided as the
work progresses.
The Washington times., 1918-06-13
BOY ENEMY, GUILTY
OF SABOTAGE, SENT
: TO D. c. BY COURT

A Washington institution will har-
Dor the first German youth ever con-
victed in this country under the
sabotage provision OF the espionage
act recently passed by Congress TO
check enemy agents
Federal agents are expected today
At the National Training Scho j for
Boys, where Louis d. Boette. a six
tsen-year-old boy OF German parent
age. will be imprisoned for four
years.
Boette was found guilty Of sabot-
age by a jury in Federal court at
Charleston. y. c., Monday. Federal
agents accused him OF attempting to
hinder war operations OF the Gov
ernment The Government represen-
tatives alleged that the lad hau
placed filings and nails in pneumatic
drills at a boiler plant at Charles
ton The jury recommended mercy
in its report to Judge II. A n. Smith.
The Washington times., 1918-06-13
Little Lots of Muslin
Underwear
Priced for Quick Clearance

Lot of Corset Covers, neatly
trimmed with embroidery; 10o
slightly soiled: odd sizes. lOC
Small Round Aprons, pink and
blue flcral designs; trimmed OEo
with pocket, ruffIe and lace OOS
WOmen's Muslin Drawers, made
with deep ruffles or 0Ao
tucks .-.---.-'--.'-. OON
Corset Covers, of nainsook; neat
ly trimmed with lace and OOo
embroidery; all sizes. 10000. HOC
EnvlOpe Chemises, of nainsook,
trimmed with embroidery edEinC.
others with val lace Coo
gOhtS WV
Pink Bandeaux, open back and
front; odd sizes. Worth OQo
SSC -......-.. SON
GOIdenbeFE's-Third Floor.
The Washington times., 1918-06-13
SEEKS TO REMOVE
WAR ACTIVITIES
. TO MIDDLE WEST

Renewal Of the demand that some
Of the important war activities be
removed from Washington has come
from Congressman Madden OF Illinois.
This. subject has been up repeated
ly in the course of the present ses-
sion. Mr.. Madden charged that de-
lay in coordination Of the Govern
ments war activities had resulted in
great extravaganza in the letting Of
contracts.
Mr.. Madden demanded that the food
administration be in Chicago, and the
fuel administration in Pittsburgh.
Protesting against ignoring the
Middle West in letting war contracts,
Mr. Madden said II the Government
had used the Middle West that
country would now be fully instead
Of half prepared for war"
The Washington times., 1918-06-13
SIGN AND POLE HIT
4 WOMEN ON THE HEAD

Three women today are confined TO
their homes suffering from injuries
received yesterday, two from falling
objects and the other from a fall.
A banana peel left lying on the
crossing at Tenth and Z streets north
west was responsible for the injury
in a fall TO Mrs Mary Kyle, seventy
years old, OF 1917 NJ street northwest.
Struck on the head by a falling
awning pole on Seventh street. Mrs.
John S. GalliEer, thirty one years old,
1920 Harvard street northwest, re-
ceived severe scalp wound. Mrs.
John Cannon, twenty-five years old.
Of 1924 Eleventh street northwest.
was walking on Ninth street when
she was hit on the head BY a small
sign. She refused hospital treatment.
The Washington times., 1918-06-13
STRICKEN MAIL MAN DIES.

CoIlapsing in a street car. Herman
n. Bredekamp. A years old, a letter
carrier, succumbed to heart disease
yesterday. Death overlook him be
fore medical aid could be admins
tered. The body was taken to the
norGue and later removed 10 his
home at 1890 G street southeast.
Every time you see n woman knit
ting ask yourself n you have paid
your Income Tax.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-16

feet--Oh, what shall I dor"
Write him a charming little note this
very instant Say that you're ever so
sorry that you missed him and that it
was partly your fault, anyway. And tell
him that his violets we're the most ex-
quisite fragrant ones that ever grew in
a shady nook"
And then when Jerry came in later in
the day, with a tired look in his eyes
and his shoulders bent as though all the
WEAKNESS of the world rested on them,
he fairly pounced upon the little note
in the dear, familiar hand But he
could not understand it. He Had not
sent any beautiful little message" nor
any perfectly ravishing flowers"
Miss Gray laid a firm hand on his
shoulders. I've known you for long
time, haven't !, Jerryl Ever since you
were wee chap Forgive me for say
ing II, but you are as stubborn as a mule,
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-16

the presence of him who had been the
friend of all.
Culloden saw much thereafter to
change his opinion of these people.
Their tenderness Of sympathy. their
tac.ty of helpness, their strength of feel-
ing came as a revelation to him. 1t
seemed that every vein of the hills, to
the remotest glen, poured out It's richest
love to the heart of Margaret Hilles.
Culloden thought of this as he again
sat by the window and uneonsciously,
as his eyes once more followed the aft
ernoon road, he fell to musing on what
might have been had HiIles stayed in
the world outside. But, strangely, his
thoughts were no longer directly con-
eerned with what might have been the
possible career Of Hilles. That was for
gotten and instead he found himself
considering the passing away Of : man
out there.
There, he told himself. the death OF
Hilles, no matter to what heights he
might have risen, would have caused
scarcely a ripple. The patter and chat.
ter of pleasure seekers would have
swept by unheeding. The stream of
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-16
A Little Lesson for Jerry

unresisting longing had seemed to impel
them onwards-just for old times sake
and they had met. Arms that were
empty with longing had been outstretch-
ed and there in the friendly seclusion Of
a palm-enshrined corner she had gone
to him.
I'm awfulIy glad for YOU" Helena
said, Il never knew that there had
been anyone" Then selfish little tear
trickied down the soft cheek. u know
how happy you must be. But III never
can be happy again. And 1t was partly
my fault, too--reaily. it was"
Just then a messenger brought box
of violets, fresh and dainty and well
come as spring itself. ITO the Only
Girl in the World from a Lonesome
Lad" was inscribed.
Helena almost danced with JOY.
"Why, Miss Grayl--aren't they beauti-
full, and isn't he the most adorable, per-
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-16
When Jessie Met the Farmer

But again came Mrs. Smiths words /;
"City girls amt afraid OF anything" f"
With mighty effort she resolved to
prove it. But hows OF course he was
a burglar, and who ever heard of a burg
lar unarmed1 She searched her brain
wildly for an idea. What could she do
against such a desperate marauder
Turning in despair her hand brushed
something cold and metallic on the
dresser. Her curling tongsl The very
thingl Many time had she hemoaned
the fate that had failed to give her curl
ing locks, but now she uttered a prayer
of gratitude for the omission.
Noiselessly she crept out the door,
down the creaking stairs that must be-
tray every step, through the silent liv-
ing room, to the door of the dining
room, where, in the dim rays of a
flash-light broad pair of shoulders
bent over the array of silver ON the
buffet, Her worst fears were realized.
On the floor beside him lay a bag, in
which already were Mrs. Smiths best
spoons. From the pocket of his coat
protruded bulky object. Was il a
gun She made one determined step
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-16

He stepped aside to let them pass and
went out into the yard. Along the street
he could see small groups here and
there but there was nothing of the usual
air about the place. Gone was the lit
tie gathering about the wide, low door
OF the smithy where, Hilles had once
laughingly assured him, perpetual mo-
ton had been discovered in the form OF
an endless game Of pitching horseshoes.
The ringing song of the anvil inside
was killed. At the front OF the post
office and general store the exchange of
light chaff and banter was hushed. Gone
was all of the languorous activity of
the village, and in its place hung q
dread expectancy.
When the groups saw Culloden come
out they moved toward him, barring
their heads as they came near and
their apprehension of the possible import
of his message written plain on their
faces. II seemed to him that even the
hills around about hushed their eternal
whispering to EACH other to hear his
message.
Friends" he said, "he is gone"
And silently they followed him into
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-16

face. She had fought SO hard to blot
out the memory of it ALL but there it
was. always present. to taunt her in her
quiet, lonely moments, to mock her in
her success. Ah, just for hint of for
giveness or relenting on either side, and
a lifetime of disappointment might have
been averted. But she had been proud
and arrogant and he had been stubborn,
though, man-like, he had liked to think
of his stubbornness as strength of will
power. And the estrangement had last
ed into weeks, then months and had at
last melted into long. lonely years.
"Jerry and Helena must be spared
such needless heartaches," she told her
self. "Jerry is stubborn, just as Jim
was; and Helena is just as proud and
naughty as / was. They'll never care
for anyone else and they'll go on unfor-
giving. miserably unhappy, when, every
thing might be so different"
The secretary was out to lunch long
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-16
By Joella Johnson

traffic would have roared on without an
instant's ceasing. The world was too
busy, too selfshly ignorant Of It's neigh
Dor, to rightly honor even its greatest
dead. A day, and one was forgotten.
How different in this village At the
death of Hilles the world-the hill girt
world he had known so Intimately
stood still. 1t had put aside all else to
do him honor. Through his unselhSh,
tireless ministrations he had given his
life for theirs. Through the years his
name, would be kept lustrous and be
revered, for, seorning fame and wealth,
he had lived for his neighborA Their
interests had been his interests; their
joys his joys; their sorrows his sorrowA
Culloden remembered the last words of
Hilles, that he, with Margaret, had done
his best for them. A neighbor in life,
his death had given them an open op-
,partunity 10 show that their esteem of
him was that he had been a king among
men.
The shadows were long when at last
Colloden reused himself with q sigh.
@After all" he soliloquized, "it must Be
worth while to die like that"
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-16

time that noon; and when she returned,
her face was flushed and girlishly hap
py, despite its silver -sprinkled crown
and the little crinllly lines around her
eyes and mouth.
Something ever so beautiful must
have happened to you todayl" Helena
exclaimed. "Your eyes are positively
dancing, you look about ls and, and
why, Miss Gray, you're crying What
ever is the matter?"
But Miss Gray smiled through the
threatening tears, "Ah, Helena, child,
it's a wonderful day-just the kind Of
a day in which the most glorious thing
is apt to happen to anybody" And then,
very simply, she told him the story of
her glorious day. She hadn't seen him
for years. and today they happened to
wander into the same little restaurant,
al, the same little table at which they had
dined 50 many times together in the
dear, never-forgotten past. A vague,
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-16

his. II had been a joy to work beside
him, and those who had prophesied that
he would ultimately win to the pinnacle
of his profession had not fattered
Through it all Hilles had remained
unspoiled and had pushed steadily on,
but at the end of the second year at the
hospital he had gone home for a yaca-
tion-home to this little village in the
hills. Then, to the surprise of Culloden
and the rest, had come letter announc-
ing that he had decided TO settle down
here. To all their letters urging him to
return he had tactfuily but firmly re-
piled in the negative. He had chosen
this as his field, and here he would
stay
A year later had come the announce
ment of his approaching marriage. with
invitations to several of his companions
of other times. of whom Culloden had
been one to accept That had been IF
teen years ago, and though Culloden had
gone far and made name for himself
in the world, he had never been able
to reconcile himself to the thought that
H.Iles should deliberately have thrown
away his career after such fashion
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-16

A voice from the door brought him
out of his abstraction. "He is conscious
and is asking for you"
Culloden followed Margaret Hilles in
to the other room and into the presence
of his friend. Hilles lay with the last
shining lucidity in his eyes,
This is the end, Tom" he said sim
ply. "Im glad you came. l had no
thought that you could do anything for
me. l used to be fairly good at dag
nosis, you know But" he smiled con-
tentedly-- II felt that l wanted to see
you once more"
Culloden stihed a groan. Il never
could see," he said, almost harshly,
"why you chose to throw away your life
in such a place as this"
Don't Tom," Hilles ehided gently. Il
know the world for miles and miles
around, farther than you can see from
here There is not one of the people
that l don't know, and they are all my
friends"
But Culloden could not, would not
see. For a few minutes they spoke of
other things, and then Hilles sank per-
eeptibly. When he again rallied he
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-16
By Elsie Endicott

Jery-and your temper, ughi II was
! who sent those violets. They were
sent as a peaee-offering from you, but
If you ever dare to say otherwise.
III"
Jerry didn't wait to hear what wodid
happen to him under adverse circum-
stances. He bounded out to Helena's
Office with an alacrity that amazed the
whole office force and demanded that
she should clear her desk for the day.
There was a rapturous making up,
and then they had supper together at
one of those quiet, delightful little res
taurants where there is charming.
dreamy musie--made for just such
youthful lovers as Jerry and Helena,
and over delicate demitasse cups,
Helena gave Jerry her promise, pro-
vided--weil, provided that he would
not again give her occasion for quar-
refs. And Jerry. having had his lesson.
promised
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-16

she had drunk in the words of her in
structors, each striving to fill his pupils
with his own earnest purposel Secretly
she, had devoured every romance of the
pretty schoolteacher meeting her fate in
some forlorn nook or Granny of the
countryside, capturing the heart and
hand of the catch of the county.
In dreary contrast to snch visions she
looked at the dingy little country school,
room with its rows of ancient, battle
Scared desks, carved by many rest
less youngster She saw the ugly stove
set in the middle of the room giving the
lie to the old adage that where there is
smoke there must be fire" Professional
enthusiasm, where were youl
She thought of the tousle-headed
boys and the stoiid girls who stared at
her daily from the battered seats. Ro-
nance, where were you?
"We're going out for a little while
tonight" said motherly Mrs Smith, a
few hours later, after bountiful sup
per. "The Ladies' Aid is entertaining
the Farmers Club and I'm on the re-
freshment committee Perhaps you'd
like to gol Nof Well, you'd better
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-16

more years than she cared to admit,
knew otherwise, and could not help but
observe the haunting look of misery
which sometimes erept into the lovely
blue-gray eyes and the sad little lines
which had stolen around the mouth that
used to smile so tantalizingly.
And one day when she had said to
Jerry, why don't you send Helena
some lovely violets? She's looking rath-
er wistful today, and you could make
her 50 happy if you would only try"
he had replied briefly, You're very
kind, Miss Gray. to take SO mteh In
terest, but, really, the affair is closed so
far as either of US is concerned" I"
But Miss Gray knew otherwise, knew
that deep in his heart he too, was suffer
ing keenly. She looked back into the
silvery past Of her own youth, with its
days of recklessness and rash impul-
sivenesa with a sigh that brought all
the tired, unhappy little lines into her
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-16
By Contributors

you remember, my darling the last
time ] held you in my arms, heart
pressed to hearth The little secret that
you told me, how little | dreamed that
should not be with you, my own Adele,
when that promise is to be fulfilled. The
future holds great hopes, but oh, my
beloved one. il l could only help you in
your pain, how gladly would do IT,
Darling. am | worth the sacrifice that
you have nobly nader l can't believe
it But darling. it is a great joy and
comfort to think may leave a little one
to hear my name If should pass out Of
this life, and perhaps a little cross some
where in France will mark my resting
place But dear, how thoughtless Of
me to sadden you thus. We win live in
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-16

forward, a determined hand pressed
cold instrument directly behind his ear,
and an even more determined voice
commanded Hold up your hands"
With a muffled ejaculation, decidedly
masculine, the figure turned. and she had
just time to see pair OF surprisingly
frank eyes before the Aashlight fell and
the room was in darkness.
"Sit down, right where you areP was
the next eopmand.
But" a rather pleasant voice at
tempted, "it's a---p
"Another word and I'll shoot" was
the rude interruption from the mistress
of the situation.
The tense silence was Immediately
broken by hurried footsteps outside, a
fam liar stamp on the porch and a
friendly hand turning the knob With
an admonition to the burglar to move at
his peril, Jessie ran to open the door,
and with frightened sob dragged Mr..
Smith into the room.
whats the trouble9 Why don't you
have lightl" demanded the practical
Mr.. Smith.
Holding up the lantern he beheld a
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-16
Hilles. a King Among Men

looked up at Cuiloden. ut has been
worth while, Tom," he said. There
are other things than material success" ="
He smiled UP at his wife. His
hand of a sudden groped for hers.
Margaret fluttered across his lips and
he closed his eyes.
After a moment Culloden stepped in
&c the hall to those of the village who
were ever waiting a word of every turn
in the condition of Hilles. Half dog
en- men and women were there, and the
words he had thought to speak to them
suddenly cholSed his utterance as their
eyes found and chung to his. Their at
titude and silence held him dumb,
Though their glance pleaded for the
words they dreaded to hear, all he
could do was to bow his head and
throw out his hands in a helpless ges-
ture.
An old gray-bearded man was the
frst to break the silence. "Dead" he
whispered awesomely to the woman by
his side. "Mollie, he is deadI"
"Deadl" she breathed, in a stunned
echo. Then, to Culloden, after mo-
ment: May we go in?"
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-16

lock the door. If you're lonesome
while we're gone you can look over the
album or you can play the new phono-
graph. We've got some real pretty
pieces. Anyway. we won't be gone long
and you won't be mite afraid. City
girls amt afraid of anything"
Poor Jessie heard the door slam on
her and her loneliness, She heard their
footsteps dying away down the country
road and watched the lantern bobbing
grotesquely into the darkness. She
ionged to rush out and scream that she
was afraid--afraid of the dark, of the
katydids repeating their everlasting &C
cusations from the neighboring naples,
of everything and anything in this awful
loneliness. Then she recalled Mrs.
Smiths words: "City girls amt afraid
of anything" she knew that such
a procedure would be looked upon as
nothing short of cowardice.
So she quelled her fears and began a
thorough examination of the family al
bum. This novel method of entertain
ment proved her undoing, for the
strange faces smiling stiffly from their
frames only increased her misery, so she
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-16

closed the book and after locking the
door, led to her room and her friend
ly pillow
There in the dark she lay, sobbing out
all the homesiclness of two dreary
weeks, when footsteps were heard on
the graveled walk under her window,
on to the back porch. where the door
knob was softly turned, A moments
pause and the footsteps returned and
steaithily advanced to the front door.
With a prayer of thanksgiving, Jessie
remembered that that, too, was locked,
except when company appeared. Even
more stealthy now were the footsteps
that again sounded on the walk. and,
horror of horrors, paused directly be-
meath her window. With bated breath
she crept to the window, and looking
down saw by the dim light of few
stars a pair of legs disappearing over
the window ledge directly below.
What would she dor Her first i'm
pulse was to scream, but she stihed it in
the sound reasoning that only the i'm
truder could hear. She longed to bar
ricade the door and leave him to ran
sack the house to his hearts content.