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Arizona republican., 1918-11-10
BORN

VAUGHN-To MT. and Mrs. George W. Vaughn. Il F pound boy, November {, Deaconess Maternity hospital.
 DONNELL-To MT. and Mrs. F. E Donneu, 9o1 East Pierce street, 10 pound daughter; born at o'clock Sat urday morning.
Arizona republican., 1918-11-10
fRx rh. As.oeiatsd pr.ssl

William HohenxoTHn. GHman em- perox and king nf Prussia, has 2hdi- catod-
 Official anpouncenent of this fact has been Fent out by wireless from Berlin. It is announced a3so that the crown prince has renounced his rights and that regency will be instituted.
 Thirty years and almost five months after he ascended the imperial throne, William HchenzoIlern, his armies de- 6eated in the field, forced to sue for axrnistice terms, and tho German people rising in revolt, gives up his power. He came into authority with his counthy at the threshold of an era of peace and material progress: he leaves it torn by revolution and suf- fering from the hardships and sacri- fees of more than four years of Tar- virtually ruined
 Prince Maxfmflian, the imperial chancellor. will remain in office until questions connected with the abdica,- ton of the emperor are settled. For the regency, Friedrich Ebert a socialis. and president of the main committed of the reichstag will be chancellor.
 Ernest August, duke of Brunswick
Arizona republican., 1918-11-10
TINY KITTEN, FOUND IN RUINED CHATEAU,
 IS KEPT AS PET BY BRITISH GUN CREW

In the ruins of a ruined chateau members of a British gun crew came across a tiny kitten, left be- hind by the family. The kitten has become the mascot of the crew. The photo shows the pet on a mammoth man-killing shell.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09
By Elsie Endicott

what he had said. They arc sending
some of the boys to reformatories--
making criminals of them"
Joel and Hazel were quite used to be-
ing called at any hour, but this night
they sat in bathrobes and slippers with
Old Jacob and planned and planned as
merrily as if it were party, until the
suA rolled himself up with yawn. He
had almost decided to cover his face
with a cloud for a last forty winks, but
the sight of Old Jacob hurrying home
wearing a determined and really very
beautiful smile made the big, round sun
change his mind "I'll just stay out and
help" he declared, positively, so the
clouds that had gathered went tumbling
away.
Nobody knew really just how the Sc
eret got out, unless the brook gurgled il
through some faucet The perfume
laden breeze may have breathed it forth
in its morning song, or perhaps some
bright golden butterfly let It be known
that beyond the wall there was a great
deal of rearranging, transplant ng, roll
ing, smoothing and hammering going on.
Anyway, one morning Brookdale awolse
to find that the high wall had vanished
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09
A Man Who Remem bered the Children

would have beeni John" would be
walking with him now. John" would
take his arm as they crossed the
streets, and he and John" would be a
part of this big, wonderful city. They
would have done their share in its de-
velopment, and they would have been so
proud of it. Old Jacobs eyes shone
with the joy of his dream as he stopped
at one of Brool<dale's busiest corners
Four avenues met here and swept
grandly on, statue to some of the city's
heroes stood calmly in the center, and
on either side magnificent buildings
lowered toward the sky. John would
have" But the gay~call Of little girl
to her mates across the way broke IN
on Old Jacobs dream Then for ah
instant a Mortified hush seemed to grip
the very heart of the crowd as the little
'ohe ran unheedingly toward the tracks.
Too late came the sound Of grinding
brakes. Jacob clutched his cane in ag-
ony, John !" he breathed.
No one could tell how it happened,
nor where he came from, but suddenly
a red-haifed boy sprang into the street
and, giving the frightened child
strong. sure push, he sent her spinning
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09

Paisley shawl which he wrapped around
tieE She thought that his hands, com
fortingly warm, fingered for second
on her shoulders. Then he began look
ing in Aunt Caroline's little white cup
board for canister of tea.
"You are a very resoureeful young
man." she said by way Of praise before
he had drawn up little table before the
blazing FIRE and poured her cup of
fragrant tea from the little old brown
teapot she had handled lovingly for so
long. ut is quite like old times, drink
ing tea here. isn't itl"
"In way yes" he answered quietly.
II don't understand, HiIda. ] wrote
dozens of letters to you all winter and
you returned them unopened You must
have known that loved yoAl did not
speak of it here. waited until I could
try the absence test. That sounds
shocking, doesn't III But have thought
myself in love more than once, then
when l became separated from the girl
! simply got over it. With you it was
different. am quite frank, more than
most men are willing to be with the gill
they love. ! hope that you"-He broke
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09

thought they knew it all they'd have
none O. me. So built the wall about
what was mine The timbers In the gate
are six inches through. The dogs would
tear any one to pieces that tried to
enter. Little Joan is here-you and
your wife are welcome-but not another
man, woman or child shall ever enter
the garden. Not one, not one, not
one" The cane tapped on the wide
porch as Old Jacob paced up and down,
but the minister did not give up.
They are arresting the boys caught
with balls in the street and sending
many of them to reformatories, making
criminals instead of good citizens of
them. If you had a SON"
"Not one man. woman or ehiidl" in
terrupted Old Jacob sternly, and the
minister arose with hopeless sigh.
As>O1d bacob watched him disappear
down the path JoePs words rang in his
ears, "If he had a SON" How many
times he had said it How many times
he had dreamed of sop that might
have beenl Because the thought hurt
him, Old Jacob walked out of the gar
den into the streets of the city he hated.
II he had had son how different It
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09

out of danger.
John would have been quick and
brave like that" Old Jacobs heart sang
exultingly and a mighty cheer arose
from the crowd and the motorman
steadied himself against the bar.
But the cheer stopped as though the
throats that uttered it had suddenly be-
come paralyzed, for the red-hared boy
slipped as he tried to dodge back. His
coat caught in the running board and he
was flung against the statue of some of
the eity's heroes. As they tenderiy
gathered up the lifeiess little body Old
Jacob leaned weakly against the build
ing
John" he replied. duly; and all the
way home his heart moaned for this
brave son that might have been. The
great gate swung open and shut with a
dull hollow sound, and over the garden
there hung a strange something Ike a
sigh that might have come from the
heart of the flowers. Long after the last
pansy had closed her eye for the night
Old Jacob walked up and down, up and
down, with that bright, boyish face ever
before him. Then came the recollection
of the minister's visit that morning and
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09

tinued.
Eyes. very" answered Roger. turning
off the faucet and smiling at the vision
of a fluffy golden head.
~Meet Ruth's new friend1"
"Yesl And Dad" said Roger, eager
iy. "she is the prettiest and most charm
ing girl I've ever seen"
"H-m," said Mr.. Merrill, strolsing
his chin and looking at his son. "I'm
glad you had a good time and admire
Ruth's friend, but boy she'll have to ct
some to beat Ruth"
"Ruth's all right" hastily said Roger,
and then wishing to change the conver-
sation. "Shall go and empty the buck
cts or finish off the syrupf"
'You empty the buckets, son. I'll do
better at the syrup yet, though you are
college graduateg
"All right, Dad" said Roger as he
started, his mind still dwelling on the
charms of Ruth's friend
The predicted run of sap proved true,
and for a week Roger, his father and
hired men worked practically day and
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09

pain in her heart as she mingled with
the merrymakers. Roger had always
been her joy, but now he evidently cared
for her no more. All his time was given
to, Hazel. At last. unable to be brave
any longer, Ruth unobserved entered the
deserted sugar house. She sat down on
a low bench, trying to plan her life
without Roger, when he and Hazel en-
tered, seemingly for hot sugar. So en-
crossed were they with each other, they
never saw Ruth, who was trying to
escape without being seen. Suddenly
she was arrested by an exclamation from
Roger, and turned In time to see a show
-er of boiling sugar fall over his hands
and arms as be pushed Hazel from the
kettle, that they had somehow upset. A
cry of pain escaped from Rogers lips
as the sugar burned into the flesh. I'm.
mediately Ruth seized a bucket half
filed snow and water, and. hurrying to
him, pushed his hands into il.
Come here and help" she called to
Hazel, who was moving towards the
door.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09
By JoeIla Johnson

"Oh, can't" she cried. covering her
face with her hands. 81 just can't look
at horrible things. They make me faint
| couldn't help; and why should u" she
asked, angrily. "Ie Roger hadn't been
careless he wouldn't have been burned.
As soon as Rogers hands entered the
water the burning pain stopped, only to
enter his hearg. His idol had fallen. He
tried to make excuse for Hazers con
duct but he knew there was none. Then
his eyes rested on the dark head bent
so compassionately over him. He
gazed at the small brown fingers work
ing so carefully and sl;ilfulIy at his
wounds. Bending his head nearer the
dark one, he whispered:
Ruth, dear, can you ever forgive
mel"
Joy again entered Ruth's heart as her
eyes for one moment met his.
Forgive your There is nothing to
forgive" Then as the kindly matrons
entered the sugar house, she said: we
must hurry and make these dear hands
we'll. -
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09

By Abner Anthony

of suddenly and reached In the innes
pocket Of his coat. Here are some of
the lettcrsl Why did you return themr
"They never reached me-" she told
him simply, while her heart was singing
in happy accompaniment to her thoughts.
"Aunt Caroline and only stay here IN
the summer time We live on q PLAN
tation way down South. She has always
told me that men were attentive to me
because they knew father left me for
tune. So when we began coming up
here for the summers | made up my
mind 10 dress and live simply 50 that
nobody would know anything about me,
This year-merely because thought
you went away without word believ-
ing me poor and perhaps beneath you
socially took rooms at the hotel to
show of like a silly child. if>you came
back"
He was up, around the table and had
taken her into his arms before she could
finish her amazing story. "Oh, my dear,
let's be married and have our honey
moon right here in the eottage-without
even our dear Aunt Caroline for chap
eronel"
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09

speeding the departing snow and wax
ing the flowers and buds from their
winters sleep.
Most bright and warm did he shine
on southern hillside of . Vermont
farm. Covering the hillside and extend
ing for many acres was weli-kept
sugar orchard The big white naples
were responding to the suns appeal by
sending the sweet watery sap. up
through their trunks, where part of II
was arrested BY a sap spout and
dropped and splashed into the bright Tin
bucket below.
About in the middle of the orchard
was the low whitewashed sugar house.
Inside, the big brick furnace under the
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09
Whenthe Idol Of His Heart Fell

Have It tomorrow afternoon, and that
will be the wind up of sugaring. The
buds are too far out and the nights too
warm for any more good sap. Ask ev-
eryone," he called, as Roger hastened
away to give out the invitations
Rogers invitations were all accepted,
so the sugar house the next afternoon
was quite crowded The young people
were soon sent to find clean snow for
the pans that were to receive the hot
sugar. Portly matrons arranged, on a
long pine table, forks, pickles, dough
nuts and sandwiches, where all could
help themselves. Mr.. Merrill had the
syrup boiling in an iron kettle and it
was ready for the snow, as the young
people laughing and talking entered the
house.
"It's too nice to stay in. Let's eat
outdoors" someone suggested, and soon
the merry group were seated on impro-
Yised seats around the table enjoying
the delicious hot sugar.
For Ruth, the party held no pleasure,
although no one would have guessed the
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09

they could not be run over, so they made
a law forbidding the boys and girls
using public thoroughfares as play
grounds.
Almost right away Brookdaie had to
enlarge its police force, its jail and its
juvenile court and folks began to say
dreadful things about the younger gen
Grafton The minister down at the mis-
sion turned the basement into gymna-
siurn and the ministers wife made up
classes and clubs for girls. But the mis-
sion wasn't any way nearly big enough,
and not even after other ministers had
gyms" built was the problem solved\
Only one little girl in that whole city
had all the roof she needed TO run in,
but the high wall and the great gate
shut out the rest
Old Jacob scowIed darlSly at the hun
dreds Of letters begging for part of
his big garden" why didn't they think
of their children when they built the
eity7" he demanded of the minister.
They did" Joel answered, but they
built for them grown up"
well. they sIant have my garden.
Years ago when the town wasn't Big
germ = minute offered to help They
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09
A Little Honeymoon In a Cottage

remarks were lost on the girl. but Hiiis
had spent too many summers near the
famous resort and had won the admi-
ration of other men OF RandalPs type SO
she understood the rude banter of her
unlimited guest more than that lady
would have cared to know. The next
day Randall had come again, but this
time he was alone. Six weeks of ideal
companionship for the lonely girl had
followed, then Randall left unexpected
iy, leaving only a little friendly note of
farewell to Hilda and her aunt There
had been no word of love between them,
but the girl on the mountain knew that
she had lost her heart to the debonnair
stranger of a chance encounter. A year
had passed since she had seen him.
Hence the wonder If he would find her
changed when he returned She felt
sure that he would come.
Early one morning she slipped out Of
the big hotel where she was guest for
the FIRST time in her life and went down
the trail under canopy of leafy green
to the little vine-clad cottage that she
loved. II had been boarded up for a
whole year. No gay little curtains blew
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09

How could any man forget pretty
womanf" Then, little at loss for
something else to say, he turned and
walked away. wondering why Hilda was
there at the hotel, evidently the idol of
all the young people of the place.
She attributed his wonder to indiffer-
ence and, amazed at her own emotion.
hurried upstairs to her rooms. An hour
later. in simple summer frock of cool
muslin. she slipped unnotieed from the
hotel and ran down the trail toward the
cottage. She would be able to think
quietly there. She had planned her
meeting with Randall so many times, but
ii had really happened in the most un-
expected fashion. She had always
thought of him as happy to see her and
delighted at the evidence of luxury sur
rounding her. She had no doubt now
that she had been, as her aunt had warn
ed her so many times, merely one of the
many girls he had lightly loved and for
gotten.
She dropped down on the steps of the
little cottage for the second time that
day. She felt isolated from the gay,
careless world in which she, too, Had her
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09

evapoFatOr was well filled with cedar
and birch logs, doing their best to con-
vert the sap into syrup and filling the
house with its sweet spring aroma.
Miss Mason is the prettiest girl I've
ever seen" said young Roger Merrill to
himself, as he mechanically turned the
faucet that let the sap into the evap-
orator from huge tank in the corner.
Il don't know when I've seen a girl !
liked so well at the first meeting. How
pretty she looked when she tried to pun
the candy with her small handsl 1t was
real fun to help her. Her hands are
just like rose petals, SO soft and pink l
wonder Ruth has never had her here
before" The thought of Ruth gave Rog-
er . pang of remorse, for hadn't he and
Ruth been supposedly swesthearts since
sIhool days!
We'll Roger, guess We still have to
hustle some to keep ahead of the trees,
said Mr.. Merrill, entering the sugar
house. ut looks and feels like we were
in for good run Of sap. Have good
time at the party last night" he con-
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09

part to play. Aunt Caroline had prom
ised her gay season. Well, she had
more than fulfilled her ambitious rela-
tive's hope for her, Every eligible man
she had met had offered her his homage
and his heart II had remained for Ran
dali alone to appear indifferent,
A wind came sweeping down the
mountain and sent little chill through
the girl There came loud clap OF
thunder and few big raindrops fell,
portend'ng sudden summer storm. Hill
da drew back in fright. Lightning il
lumined the darkening heavens.
"Hilda, ! am going to break in win
dow and let you out of this storm" said
voice close to her. "Just wait min
utew She looked up to see Randall, coat
collar turned up and hat pulled low to
protect him from the violent rain storm
as he hurried around the cottage. II
seemed a long time before the front
door swung open and Randall was pull
ing The boards off with little hatchet
he had found somewhere.
He cut up the boards and ldndled a
Ere in one of the CRATES. Then he open
ed up big box and unearthed a gay
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09

softly at the windows and there was no
inviting hammock swung on the shady
side porch. The little plot of ground
around the cottage was weed choked
mass of ferns and rhododendron, faint
" pink. She sat down on the steps and
looked about her disconsolately. After
all. simple living had some recompense.
She had been happy there. happier than
she would probably ever be in the ex-
pensive suite of rooms her aunt had en-
gagged at the hotel for the entire sum-
mer.
Very modish in smart riding togs she
made pretty picture as she and young
Fenton rode up to the hotel porch that
afternoon. The first person she saw
there was Herbert Randall. He came
slowly forward, not believing that the
stylish young woman before him could
be the Hilda of simple ginghams he had
known.
How do you do. Mr. Randall?" she
said in greeting, She felt proud that she
was able to meet him on his own ground,
surrounded by the same people who
were mutual friends. You haven't for
gotten Hilda Moore, have your"
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09

night to take care of the sap from the
large orchard. During this time Roger
did not see Hazel, Ruth's friend, but
news travels quickly in rural communi-
ties where everyone is interested in a
city visitor, particularly one so pretty
and seemingly unable to do anything
useful. as Hazel was. So Roger, during
the busy week. heard many rumors of
her conduests, and how she didn't
even make up her own bed, or get up
until nearly noon" But this only add
ed fuel to the flame.
"Of course" Roger reasoned, she Is
dreadfully misunderstood. She wasn't
used to country ways, and whoever
would expect such a dainty little person
to work. 1t was preposterous." And
as soon as the rush season was over.
he again spent all his spare time at
Ruth's house, calling on Hazel.
Hazel had never attended a sugar
party in Vermont sugar house, so It
was Rogers pleasure to give one for
her.
"Of course" agreed Mr.. Merrill.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09

her changed. Her romance was the old
story Of weary moth and q fresh
young fame.
She bad met Herbert Randall quite
BY chance one day when he was stroll
ing with pretty woman over the noun
Tin trail that ran before her aunt's fit
tie vine-clad cottage. They had stopped
there for directions to a white sulphur
spring. Hilda had been on a side porch
shelling peas when Randall approached.
He was 80 impressed with her beauty and
charm that be straightway forgot his
thirst for mineral water and fingered
on a himsy pretext Of weariness. His
companion, approaching his ruse to re-
main near the lovely girl laughed and
tessed him in the light easy slang of the
sdie ricA. She thought that most of her
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09

the land and very hne schools, but no
one had thought 10 leave place in
which TO play. So the boys and girls
raced back and forth over the smoothly
paved streets, arranged theis games
from curb to curb. and ran in and out
among trucks, automobiles and trolley
cars II was not until many Of those
who ran in did not run out again that
some one realized Brookdzle's great
need and said: Something should be
done" The newspapers took it up and
said: Something should be done" A
committee waited on the Mayor with
yards and yards Of petition. and the
Mayor admitted that Something should
be done" He talked il over with the
City Council and q lot of different
boards. and at last they an agreed that
If the children were not In the streets
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09
By A. Scientist

in package of entirely new design,
which combines with it receptacle for
matches The smoking Tobacco and the
matches are necessarily close compan-
ions. When there is a call for the weed
there is also the demand for the
matches, and by this means they are al
ways, together. The match pan is a
shallow receptacle which fits along the
scanned edges of the bottom of the can.
Being slid forward or backward, the
matches it carries are presented for the
use Of the smoker
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09
Byways In the Land of Popular Science

clumsy wheels and grinding motor. for
such work. For these reluctant rural
lists, however, new kind of machine
has been invented Il is wheellsss and
comes as near being a four-legged steel
horse as anything ever conceived out
side the realm of eartoondom. The in
geniousness of the contrivanee, says
Popular Mechanics, makes it humorous.
II has feet and legs as well as hips,
knees and ankles, and is designed to am
bic along as steadily as any sorrel team
that ever pulled disk. The chief DIFF
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09

ference in the arrangement of the pedal
extremities Of the machine and those Of
a hesh.and-blood draft animal, Is that
there are no forward and hind legs. In.
stead, there are outside and inside ones,
as the two pairs are mounted on oppo-
site sides. rather than ends, of a rec
tanguIar frame.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09
Four.FOoted Farm Tractor.

In blowing and euItivating, a we'll
trained, intelligent team Of horses means
much 70 3 farmer. Therefore is is not
surprising that many agriculturists are
slow IN accepting the tractor, with its
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09

with the old-fashioned eorkserew. The
new cork extractor, which is among the
recent inventions, has a small screw
which acts more as a guide than any
thing else, but the real work of ex-
tracing Is done by the means Of two
lonifellile points which slip between the
cork and the throat of the bottle and
then clasps the cork in a strangle-hold
which brings il from its lodg ns place.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1918-11-09

, was . bright sum
shiny day in the
first week of April.
The sun. as IL he
were ashamed Of the
long cold winter,
was sending down
Hfe-giving rays over
hills and In valleys.