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Weekly Nome industrial worker. (Nome, Alaska) 1918-1919, 1918-11-16

Dave Bauman, Albert Ramsey,
Tom Rosskopf and Pete Butrich were
taken to the Holy Cross hospital suf-
fering from an attack of influenza.
At last report they were doing nicely.
Weekly Nome industrial worker. (Nome, Alaska) 1918-1919, 1918-11-16

INFORMATION wANTED-A sfck
sister would like to learn of the
whereabouts of William T. CUTS
chick, last heard from four years ago.
Said to be member of an Alaska,
/. o. o. F lodge. ANY information
will be gladly received by Mrs Frank
Ward, So Sherman Ave, Venice, Cal.
Weekly Nome industrial worker. (Nome, Alaska) 1918-1919, 1918-11-16

Nick Scorlich who was suffering
from broken leg complicated by an
attack of influenza died in the May
nard Hospital.
Weekly Nome industrial worker. (Nome, Alaska) 1918-1919, 1918-11-16

Bourbon, Cy Carman and our gen
ial Fire Chief Haughey are conva-
lescing nicely.
Weekly Nome industrial worker. (Nome, Alaska) 1918-1919, 1918-11-16

George Prosser the well known
harness maker passed away last night
at the Holy eros hospitar
Weekly Nome industrial worker. (Nome, Alaska) 1918-1919, 1918-11-16

ing of the said account and the OBJ
jections thereto, if any, and for the
distribution of the residue of thS
said estate.
JAMES J. STOKES,
Administrator.
Weekly Nome industrial worker. (Nome, Alaska) 1918-1919, 1918-11-16

DELICIOUS FRESH STRAWBER-
RES 25 CENTS PER BOX AT
LEHNIANN'S. 4
Weekly Nome industrial worker. (Nome, Alaska) 1918-1919, 1918-11-16

GET THE NEWS RIGHT RE&u
THE WORKER.
Weekly Nome industrial worker. (Nome, Alaska) 1918-1919, 1918-11-16

Let us estimate on your Job Work.
Weekly Nome industrial worker. (Nome, Alaska) 1918-1919, 1918-11-16

Keep Posted, Read the wogKEEs
Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1918-11-24

Silence! Well, here's the answer,
NONE. No other city of its size
did more than Omaha; many larger
cities did not do .as much. Why.
doggone it, man can be thankful
just because he lives in Omaha.
On with the Feast.
So dress the turkeys and pigs and
geese. Roast EN- brown and~juicy
with lots of gravy. Bake up the
mince pies, and the pumpkin pies,
and the apple pies. Make the big
plum puddin' and smother it in
brandy sauce. But no, this is a dry
state There's another thing to be
thankful for! Well, then, just
smother it in sauce. Get out the
pickles-sweet, sour and mustard
Bring up the preserves-the jam!
Boy, oh, boy, don't forget the jam
nor the cranberries, nor the
baked squash, nor the mashed po-
tatoes, nor the stufin'-the stufin'
is the best part of any roasted bird.
Bring 'em all on in relays-in
waves, with barrages of buttermilk
and sweet milk, and cider, and COT
fee in between!
Don't be afraid to eat
America has earned its Thanks
giving dinner.
Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1918-11-24

out here to the Cedars if things got
too hot for him. l can hear his voice
now as distinctly as if'he was stand
ing where you are.
my hearts all right he said. 1t
won't stop awhile yet unless its
made to. So if Pm found cold some
fine morning you can be sure l was
put out of the way
Il tried to pump him, naturally,
but he wouldn't say another word
except that he'd send for me if there
was time. He, didn't want any fuss
made, and he gave me a handsome
present to keep my mouth shut and
not to bother him with any more
questions. l fgured-you can't
blame me, Mr.. Graham-that the, old
boy was little cracked. So | took
his money and let it 60 at that. |
didn't think much more about it I'M
til they told me early this morning
he lay dead here under peculiar cir
cumstances."
"Oddw Graham commented. at
does make it more like murder,
Howells. But he doesn't look like a
murdered man."
when you know as much about
crime as l do, Mr.. Graham, you'll
realize that murders which are a
long time planning are likely to take
on one of two appearances-suicide
or natural. death"
"All right" Graham said. "For
the purpose of argument let us agree
it's murder. Even so, why do you
suspect young Blackburn"
Without scrap of evidence its
plain as the nose on your face" the
detective answered. "If old Black
burn had lived until this morning
our young man would have been a
pauper As it is. he's millionaire.
but don't think he'll enjoy his
money. The two had been at swords
points for long time. Robert hat
ed the old man-never made any
bones about it. You couldn't ask for
a more damaging motive"
You can't convict man on mo-
tive" Graham said shortly. You
spoke of evidence" /
More" the detective replied. chan
any jury in the land would ask"
Bobby held his breath, shrinking
from this information, WHICH, how
ever, he realized it was better he
should know.
when l got here" the detective
said, Il decided on the theory OF
murder to make a careful search as
: soon as day broke. didn't have to
wait for day, though, to find one
crying piece Of evidence. For long
time l was alone in the room with
the body. Queer feeling about that
room, Mr.. Graham. Don't know how
to describe it except to say it's I'M
comfortable. Too old, maybe
= Maybe it was just being there alone
with the dead and before the dawn
although | thought was hard
ened to that sort of thing. Anyway
didn't like it. To keep my spirits
up, as well as to save time, | cop-
menced searching the place with a
Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1918-11-24
CHAPTER VII.
How Did He Get In?

1.-TWO days ago." the detective
went on quietly. odd Mr.. Blackburn
came to the court house in Smith
town and asked for the best detec-
tive the district attorney could put
his hand on. | don't want to blow
my own trumpet, but I've got away
with one or two pretty fair Jobs.
I've had good offers from private
firms in New York. So they turned
him over to me. 1t was easy to see
the old man was scared, just~as his
niece says he was list night The
funny part was he wouldn't say def
nitely what he was afraid of. |
thought he might be shielding some
body until he was little surer of his
ground. He told me he was afraid
of being murdered. and he wanted a
good man. he could cali OH to come
Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1918-11-24
SHE >cHband0ued GVQ0mo

candle. Nothing about the bed.
Nothing in the closets or the
bureau"
He grinned sheepishly.
you know | kind of was afraid to
open the closet doors. Then | got
on my knees and looked under the
bed. The light was bad and | didn't
see anything at first After minute,
close against the wall, | noticed some
thing white. | reached in and pulled
it out. 1t was handkerchief, and
it had monogram, Mr.. Graham-R.
B. in purple and green"
He paused. Graham exclaimed
sharply. Bobby felt the net tighten.
If that evidence was conclusive to
>the others, how much more so was
it for him! He recalled how. after
awaking in the empty house, he had
searched unsuccessfully in all his
pockets for his handkerchief, intend
ing to brush the dirt from his shoes.
Il went to his ROOM the detec-
tive hurried on, and found lot
of his clothes and his stationery and
his toilet articles marked with the
same cipher. knew my man had
made a big 4istake-the sort of
mistake everys criminal makes no
matter how clever he is-and | had
him. But that isn't, by any means,
all. Don't look so distressed, Mr..
Graham. There isn't the slightest
chance for him. You see | repaired
the lock. and, as soon as it was day,
closed the room and went outside
to look for signs. Since nightfall
no one had come legitimately
through the court except Doctor
Groom and myself. Our footprints
were all right-making a straight
line along the path to the front
door. In the soft earth by the foun-
tain found another and smaller
print, made by very neat shoe, sir,
and | said to myself: There is al
most certainly the footprint of the
murdered
There were plenty Of others COM
lllS al oSo tHS SldSo. IN e'iuSh'iy
avoided the path. And there was one
Directly under the open window
where the body lies. It's still there.
Perhaps you can see it. No mat
ter. That's the last one found
The prints ceased there. There
wasn't a one going back, and I was
fair up a stump. Then | saw little
underlined sign of pressure on the
grass, and l got all idea, Suppose,
says, my man took his shoes off
and wentaround in his .tockinged
feet | couldn't understand
though, why he hadn't thought OF
that before. | went back to Robert
Blackburn room an dgot one OF
his shoes, and ran into snag aga;r
The sole of the shoe was a trife
larger than the footprints. Every
one of his shoes u tried vas the
same way argued that the hand
kerchief was enough, bat | wanted
this other evidence. | samply had
to clear up these queer footprints.
u Continued Tomorrow
Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1918-11-24

The doctor looked him up and
down.
mot for you, I guess" he
grumbled. Don't you know you're
sick, boy?"
Bobby shook his head.
I'm very tired. That's all. I'm
on my way to the library to try to
rest"
: He freed his hand. The big man
nodded approvingly.
"I'll send you DOSE" he
promised "and don't you worry
about your grandfather's having
been murdered by any man. I've
seen the body. Stuff and nonsense
Detectives an ass. Waiting for cor
oner, although know he's one, too
y pray" Bobby answered listless-
ly, that you're right"
IF there's any little thing l can
do" Paroles offered formally.
No, no. Thanks" Bobby an
| SWered.
Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1918-11-24

Il want a job; | am wiling to do
anything" The foregoing remark
was addressed to an employment
interviewer recently at the Hog
Island ship yard, the speaker an
overall-clad man of middle age car
rying under his arm a newspaper
wrapped package, evidently his
lunch. The mans face, however,
belied his attire as a 1aborer. 1t
was one of refinement and excep-
tional intelligence.
what are your qualifications;
what can you do?" the interviewer
asked.
Il am a stone cutter and have
worked at the trade nearly all my
life~~ the applicant replied.
The interviewer die not reply
Immediately. He was looking at
the hand which rested on his desk
1t was long, slim and with taperA
ing fingers, the nails neatly mani
cured and in appearance as soft as
a woman's.
81 am sorry, but we have no po-
Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1918-11-24

palms and the crossword and the
palo verde with some spear-head in
the Jagged outline of the purple
mountains for a guide, has had
more than the average citizen of the
oppressed countries of Europe.
Nebraska Makes Good.
And that same prospector, and his
brothers in the high hills, and his
other brothers on the farms, in the
shops, behind the counters-we're
all Americans; our exterior lives
differ somewhat, but we're all the
same at the core-all of us have
helped to give to others the thing
We ourselves most treasure.
Thanksgiving? Well, | guess yes.
And Nebraska good old Nebraska
--the state that has bought more war
savings stamps per capita than any
other; the state that sent to the
oolors more men per capita than
any other; the state that exceeded
every Liberty loan quota; that went
over the top with thousands to
spare in every drive for war chart
ties, and then settled down without
complaint to observe every food reg
ulation, every fuel regulation, and
every other regulation made to as
sure the winning of the war.
Nebraska gives thanks that it had
the opportunity to do its bit.
Artists Advice Sound.
Doane Powell has shown in his
cartoon above many other reasons
why certain people should be thank
full And he hasn't even forgotten
the cats and dogs. He has pictured
them rejoicing because less Hoover
izing means more for them. But he
couldn't let it go at that, because
Doane is patriotic, lson-of-gun even
if he is an artist!
Notice the line underneath: This
does NOT imply we can be waste
full"
Good advice. Good for Powell.
We've got to keep on saving so that
the starving millions across the seas
will keep-on thanking America, and
so we can keep on giving thanks
because we are able to help them.
Omaha at the Front.
It's great year, a great day for
America, for Nebraska, for Omaha.
Yes, Omaha will observe Thanks
giving, too. Omaha does what other
cities do, only it usually does it a
little better. What other city of one
hundred and steenty thousand (thc
towns growing so fast we can't
even keep track of the population)
did more during, the war?
Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1918-11-24

sitions open for stone cutters at
this time" the interviewer said.
"Then can you use tracer?" the
applicant persisted 81 really have
few superiors in than line"
Tracers were badly needed, an
affirmative reply was given, the ap-
plicant was accepted and put to
work.
The foregoing is story of how
Frederick z. Triebell. noted
American sculptor, was added to
the force Of employees of Americas
greatest ship yard and assigned to
a desk in the hull fabrication de-
partment Work representing thou
sands of dollars lies neglected in his
studio at Long Point, Long Island,
but he is happy, for he is doing
something to win the war.
Previous efforts Of Mr.. Triebeil
to get into war work were unavail-
ing, principally because of his age,
81 years. He tried for the camou-
fage service, for duty as an inter
prefer, the army intelligence, and
Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1918-11-24

He went on to the library. He
glanced with an unpleasant shrink
ing fr6m the door of the enclosed
staircase leading to the private hall
just outside the room in which his
grandfather lay dead. There was no
fire here. but he wrapped himself in
rug and lay on the broad, high
backed lounge which was drawn
close to the fireplace, facing it. His
complete WEAKNESS conquered his
premonitions, his feeling, of helpless
ness. The entrance of Jenkins bare
ly>aroused him.
where are you, Mr.. Robert"
Here" Bobby answered sleepily.
The butler walked to the lounge
and looked over the back.
ITO be sure. sir. | didn't see you
here"
He held out glass;
Doctor Groom said you were to
drink this. 1t would make you sleep,
sir"
Bobby closed his eyes again.
Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1918-11-24

finally with the Y. NJ. c. A. for
army hut work in Italy.
In the latter attempt he pro-
crossed satisfactorily until he ap-
piled to the Italian consul for a
passport, when he was told to go
back to his work, the consul de-
Ginning to have a part in sending in
to the danger of the battle line a
man of his talents. go back to
your studio" the italian consul is
quoted as saying, take up your
mallet and chisel and make beauti-
full things so that the world may
smile and be happy when the war
is over"
Determined in his efforts to enter
war work he attired himself in la
borer's clothes, journeyed to Hog Is
land and applied for position with
results as stated.
Mr.. Triebell is native of Peoria,
Ill. Among his works are "Mys-
FERROUS Music" exhibited at the
Worlds Columbian exposition in
1893 and purchased by the Japan
Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1918-11-24

wen, Bill, gonna neVc turkey
Thenksgiving?" queried Hank as he
dropped the red paint brush into the
white paint pail and took out his
pipe. :,
1--WE was figuring on it, but I don't
think he'll ever make it," answered
Bill.
HE'LL ever make it; who's the
he?"
why, the turkey, you poor simp."
"Whats the matter with HIM"
"Too thin, that's what's the matter
with him; too thin"
We'll, why don't you feed him
something?"
Feed him something! We've been
feeding him everything Hoover said
we couldn't eat ourselves! We been
Twin on substitutes so that turkey
could have whole-wheat -four bis
cults and one thing another, and the
| more he ate the thinner he got. We
gave him the hull back yard to exers
else in and every few feet was pan
of\cornmeal or a biscuit or a hot
cake or something and he's just
stalked around there like he was on
exhibition or something and hasn't
given thought to fattening himself
up for Thanksgivin' like other self
respectin' turkeys do this time Of
year. III tell you, Hank, it's dis
couragin."
why don't you try giving him
olive oil? Thet's fettening."
THE wife's trying something just
as good as that now"
whats she trying"
"Mellin's food! He eats it like a
house afre and he's getting so weak
he can't walk"
Tape worm~ Hank exclaimed.
well. you can't make no. Thanks
giving dinner on tape worm"
why not? He's probably fat
one. Same as tripe, amt it,"
Say, lookye here, Hank, what you
trying to do, kid ME-"
kid YOU; howIs anybody goin'
to kid you?"
"I'll knock you off the scaffold if
you try to get fresh with meP
you'll knock NE off the scaffoid
You won't knock ANYBODY off
the scaffold. you shrimp"
Now Pm telling yah; I'm telling
yah; III stand just so much, | will.
| don't mind little joshing from a
friend, but there amt Nobody can
tell me I'M going to have tape
worm for Thanksgiving"
81 didn't say you was going to
heve tapeworm for Thanksgiving.
It's none of my concern WHAT
kind of worm you heve"
well, we amt going to have ANY
kind of worm. get that We amt
worm eaters up to my place"
Il guess you never ate any chicken
coquqets in these cafeterias, then
mo, ! never ate no chicken CO.
quets in any cafeterias. l eat the
chicken, sec? | eat the co and
leave the quets' If it wasn't for us
fellers that really eats real chicken
once in a while they wouldn't have
ANYTHING left to make coquets out
Of"
Great Scott, Bill, how can YOU at
ford to eat chicken in Sfeteria?"
IL can't afford it. can't afford
Anything in 'em. When | go TO-
one of them places just leave my
pocketbook with the cashier and
that saves the house detective a lot
OF trouble
House detectiver Z
Yes, house detective; that's what
said. If ANYBODY comes i'll with
Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1918-11-24
I BY WAD SWORTH CAMP

"Put it on the table where I can
reach it'when | want it.
Yes, sir. Mr.. Robert! The po-
liceman? did he say anything, if |
might make so bold as to ask"
Go away" Bobby groaned,
Leave me in peace"
And peace for little time came to
him. 1t was the sound of voices in
the room that aroused him. He lay
for time, scarcely knowing where
he was. but little by little the sicken-
ing truth came mack, and he real
lied that it was Graham and the de-
tective, Howells, who talked close to
the window, and Graham had already
fulfilled his promise.
Bobby didn't want to eavesdrop,
but it was patent he would embarrass
Graham by disclosing himself now,
and it was likely Graham would be
glad of witness to anything the de-
tective might say.
1t was still light. A ray from the
low sun entered the window and
rested on the door of the enclosed
staircase.
Graham's anxious demand was the
first thing Bobby heard distinctly
the thing that warned him to remain
secreted.
Il think now with the coroner on
his way it's time you defined your
suspicion a trife more clearly. | am
a lawyer. In a sense | represent
young Mr.. Blackburn. Please tell
me why you are so sure his grand
father was murdered"
"All right" the detectives level
voice came back. Half an hour ago
| would have said no again, but now
I've got the evidence l wanted. |
appreciate. Mr.. Graham, that you're
a friend of that young rascal. and
what have to say isn't pleasant for
a friend to hear. But first you want
to know why I'm so sure the case is
murder, in spite of the doctor who
made his diagnosis without really
looking"
go on" Graham said softly.
Bobby waited-his nerves as tense
as they had grown in the presence
of the dead man.
Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1918-11-24
CHAPTER VI--(continued.)

~ CHAPTER VI-(Continued)
u At last the candle moved to one
side, The detective Strengthened and
walked to Bobby. The multitude of
] &mall lines in his face twitched. His
! pice was too cold for the fury OF his
BIRDS.
That's just what l want you to
DO, damn you-anything you please.
I'm accusing nobody, but I'm get
ting somebody. I've got somebody
right now for this old mans muir
der My mans going to writhe and
burn in the chair. confession or no
con. ssion.~, Now get out of this
room since you're. so anxious, and
don't come near it again.
Bobby went. AT the end of the
corridor he heard the closing of
the door, the scraping of the key.
He was afraid the detective might
follow him to his room to hecl,le
him further. To avoid that he hur-
ried to the lower floor He wanted
TO be alone. He must have time to
accustom himself to this degrading
late which doomed in the too-close
future. Unless they could demolish
the detectives theory he, Bobby
Blackburn, would 60 to the death
house.
A fire blazed in the big hail fire.
place. Paredes stood with his back
TO it, smoking and warming his
hands. A man sat in the shadow of
deep leather chair, his rough, un-
polished boots stretched toward the
flaming logs. As he came down the
stairs Bobby heard the heavy, rumb-
ling voice of the, man in the chair
Certainly it's queer case, but
not the way Howells means. l
daresay the old fool died what the
world will call natural death. If
you smoke so much you WILL too,
before long" i
Bobby tried to slip past, but
4 Paroles saw him.
Feeling better. Bobby"
The boots were drawn in. From
the depths of the chair arose a
figure nearly gigantic in the fire
light. The mans face. at first
glance, appeared to be covered with
hair. Black and curling, it struggled
over his forehead. 1t circled his
mouth, and fell in an unkempt
beard down hisNwaistcoat. The huge
man must have been as old as Silas
Blackburn, but he showed no touch
IN of gray. His only concession to
age was the sunken and blocdshot
appearance of his eyes.
Bobby and Katherine had always
been afraid of this great, grim coun-
try practitioner who had attended
their childish illnesses. That sense
Of an overpowering and incompre-
hensible personality had fingered
Even through his graver fear Bobby
felt a sharp discomfort as he sur.
rendered his hand to the others ab-
sorbing grasp. 81
Pm affaid you came too late this
time. DIR. Groom