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The Mellette County pioneer. [volume] (Wood, Mellette County, S.D.) 19??-1971, 1919-08-22
Rice With Fried Ham.

Take a cupful OF fried ham put
through the meat chopper, a half cup.
full Of rice cooked until tender, salt to
season, half a small minced onion and
a tomato or two for moisture. Bake
until well blended and piping hot
Serve from the baking dish.
The Mellette County pioneer. [volume] (Wood, Mellette County, S.D.) 19??-1971, 1919-08-22
Heard at konowood.

$50 Blank, our old hard hitter,
doesn't play any more Is he recon
ciled to married lifeT"
~ guess so. The other morning I
saw him sitting ashes through his
old tennis racket"
The Mellette County pioneer. [volume] (Wood, Mellette County, S.D.) 19??-1971, 1919-08-22
Meat Fiavors Extended.

We may extend the flavors Of meats
In various dishes which will satisfy
the appetite fully as we'll as a meal
Of meat, by using bread, cereals and
vegetables.
The Mellette County pioneer. [volume] (Wood, Mellette County, S.D.) 19??-1971, 1919-08-22
Nv,.:, M~4~tlQ
Ring of Lighthouses.

The coast Of the British isles is so
we'll protected with lighthouses that
If a ship sailed right around England,
Scotland and Ireland by night, only on
six occasions would 1t be where it
could not see the light Of a lighthouse
lantern.
The Mellette County pioneer. [volume] (Wood, Mellette County, S.D.) 19??-1971, 1919-08-22
On the Beach.

"This seashore resort reminds mo
Of Sunday morning"
$50 quiet, ehf"
"Not that. The bellies are peelina
don't you know r-BosteG transcript
The Mellette County pioneer. [volume] (Wood, Mellette County, S.D.) 19??-1971, 1919-08-22

Farm reserves of wheat on July 1 were 1~9,644,000 bushels, compared
with 1868 600 bushels last year and a fveyear average of 37,413,OOO
bushels. Supplies in all positions are 57,539O00 bushels compared with
%. 372 900 bushels last year. This represents a carry-over into the new
crop of below the average.
The Mellette County pioneer. [volume] (Wood, Mellette County, S.D.) 19??-1971, 1919-08-22

This photograph shows the yeomen CD and marinettes of the United
States navy being mustered ut O. the grounds of the White House To the
strains Of jazz reviewed by Secretary Daniels and naval officers. and with
omens Lserspersed with wit apd sorrow. the farewell was picturesque In
It's setting. They will be retained for clerical service In the avy department
neguuirr eiu statua .
The Mellette County pioneer. [volume] (Wood, Mellette County, S.D.) 19??-1971, 1919-08-22
TamaIe Pie.

Add six cupfuls Of boiling water to
two cupfuls Of cornmeal, stir and
cook five minutes adding two and one
half t~easpoonfuls Of salt, then cook
over water for an hour. Melt n
tablespoonful Of fat, add n chopped
onion. one pound Of chopped beef, a
teaspoonful Of salt, one-fOurth of a
%teaspoonful Of pepper, a green or red
pepper cut in strips, two cupfuls Of
tomato, a few ripe olives and raisins
Put a layer Of the mush in a baking
dish, then a layer Of the seasoned
meat. Cover with round pats Of the
mush and bake one-half hour.
G%alantino.
Put a pound Of steak and half a
pound Of raw ham through the meat
grinder, add two eggs, beaten; juice
and rind Of a lemon. one and three
fourths cupfuls Of bread crumbs, a
grating of nutmeg, salt and pepper to
taste and one spoonful Of tarragon
vinegar. Pack into a well-greased
pan and steam four hours. Serve with
tomato salad, the loaf cut in thin
slices.
Gilpin observer., 1919-05-22

lowing had been the brightest Of his
life. He was sure then that Gerty
loved him. The wrangles were only
their different ways Of looking at
things. OF course, they loved each
other. But Gerty couldn't stand pio-
neer life. She had loved him, or she
would not so easily have been per-
suaded to try 1t over again. She
yearned to make him comfortable, she
said. So she had gone back, and pulled
down his ramada, and put his clothes
In the lowest bureau drawer!
ut wasn't either Of our faults" he
ruminated. at was the fault of the in
stitution. Marriage itself is a failure.
Look at the papers, the divorce courts.
A mans interests are no longer his
wife's. Curious that it should be so.
But it's fact. 1t is the modern dis
content. Women want different careers
from their husbands"
Yet, how could he help throwing his
life into his work? He had committed
himself; it was an obligation. If it
were not for that indefinable some
thing, his allegiance to the cause which
mocked at reasons and definitions; oh,
he knew !-he had tilted with Gerty
and been worsted he would have re-
signed from his company, his company
which had dishonored him. Why should
he stay to get more stabs, more
wounds? And the last blow, this pet
of Marshall's Hardin gave a scant-
ling in his path vicious kick.
The girls prattle had died. She
walked with him silently.
At the door Of her tent, she stopped.
looking at him wistfully. She wished
he could hide his hurt. If he had only
some of Innes' pridel
"How are things?" She used their
fond little formula.
"oh, rotten" growled Hardin. fling
ing away. The gate slammed behind
him.
Gilpin observer., 1919-05-22
CHAPTER viii.
Under the Veneer.

An hour later Innes. blinking from
the sun, stepped into the tent, which
had been partitioned with rough red
wood boards into bed chamber on
the right. combination dining room
and '"parlor" on the left. Her glance
Immediately segregated the three
stalks of pink geraniums in the center
OF the Mexican drawn-work cloth that
covered the table. Gerty, herself, in a
fresh pink gingham frock, was dancing
around the table to the tune of forks
and spoons. 1t was just like Gerty to
dress up TO her setting, even though 1t
were only pitiful water-starved bou-
quet- She had often tried to analyze
her sister-in-law's hold on her brother; !;
certainly they were not happy. Was it
because she made him comfortable? Z?
Was IL the little air of formality, or
mystery, which she drew around her?
Her rooms when Innes was allowed to
enter them We're always fiawless; I;
Gerty took deep pride in her house,
keeping. Why was 1t, Innes wondered,
that she could never shake off her sus-
picion of an underlying untidness?
There was always closed door on
Gerty's processes.
May I help?' The sun was still
yellowing the room to her.
"Hello!" Hardin looked up from
the couch where he was lying. Innes
suspected 1t of being frequent re-
treat. She had found IL tumbled once
when she ran over early. 1t was then
that Gerty made 1t understood that she
liked more formality. Innes was rare
ly In that tent except for meals now,
or during her alternating week Of
house chores.
II was afraid I was late" said the
girl.
| Lunch Will be ready in few min
utes" announced Gerty Hardin. won't
you sit DOWN. There's the new Jour.
nal. Sam came to clean this morning
and 1 couldn't get to the lunch until
an hour ago."
lnnes. settling herself by the reading
table. caught herself observing that II
would not have taken her an hour to
get cold lunch. Still. It would never
look so inviting II Gerty's domestic
machinery was complicated and phi
vate. the results always were admir-
able. The early tomatoes were peeled
as well as sliced. and were lying on O
bed of cracked ice. The ripe blach
olives were resting in lake of Cali
fornia olive oil. A bowl OF crisp let
tuce had been iced and carefully dried
Gilpin observer., 1919-05-22
CHAPTER X.
A Desert DInner

1nnes Hardin was completing her
simple toilet. Not even to please
Gerty would she "dress up" for the
dinner. 1t would have been easy for
her sister-in-law to postpone It. How
could she expect Tom to 60 through
with It'll She couldn't understand
Gerty!
An hour ago, hearing distinctly the
whir and splash Of egg-beating, she
had run over to the neighboring tent.
The clinking Of the cake tins had sud.
denly silenced. Excuse me, wont
your" Gerty's voice had come from
the lean.to, the little kitchen shed,
"I'm lying down."
"Lieing, yes" grimaced the Hardin
mouth to its reflection in the mirror
How many times that week had she
been repulsed by locked door. a sud.
den curtain Of silence or a run awav
for while. I'm trying to catch a
nap" Easy now to see why Gerty
had wanted to "hold the reins" that
week!
Gilpin observer., 1919-05-22

fork. 1--WE meant to ask you q hun
dred times. Did you attend to my
commission In Los Angelesf"
II forgot to tell you. raked the
town. really did, Gerty." For there
was a c'oud' on Gerty's pretty brow. II
could have got you the other kind. but
you said you did not want It."
II should think not" The childish
chin was lifted. "Those complicated
things are always getting out of order.
Besides, II I had an adjustable form.
everybody'd be borrowing It."
what are you talking about3" de-
Gilpin observer., 1919-05-22

your Hardin addressed the stenog-
rapher in the transparent shirtwaist.
docs he think we're going to have
another flood this season? Thinks it's
going to reach the hotel and wet his
clothes? Take the starch out Of his
shirts" He flung out of his chair
throwing the papers back into the
drawer.
He stamped out of the Office, mad
cleGr through. To this crisis they had
sent down dandy, a bookman who
wanted to build levee. Oh, hell!
They'll come crawling after me to
help them after this fellows buried
himself under river mud, come calling
to me as they did after Maitland failed.
Please. Mr.. Hardin, won't you come
back and finish your gater I'll see
them dead first. No, I'll be fool enough
to do it. I can't help myself. I'm q
Hardin. have to finish what I've be-
gun" {.
1t was not because this was pet
enterprise, the great work Of his life,
that he must eagerly eat humble pie.
take the buffets, the falls, and come
whining back when they whistled to
him. He told himself it was because of
his debt to the valley, to the ranchers-
The colonists were about desperate.
Who could blame them? The last years
floods had worked havoc with their
crops; this year had been a horror.
The district they called No. 6 was a
screaming irony of ruin. The last de-.
bauch Of the river had made great
gashes through the ranches, had
secured deep gorges which had under.
mined the canals on which the water
supply for No. depended. The suits
were piling up against the d. R., DAM
age suits, and they hold up his gate.
while he gets the curses of the val
ley. And Mr.. Rickard thinks he'll
build levee!
He flung himself on the couch in the
tent. Gerty was laying a careful
cloth for supper. A brave, determined
smile was arranged on her lips. The
noon storm had passed. She hupnmed a
gay little tune. If there was anything
Hardin hated it was humming.
you'll have your dude to dinner all
right" her husband announced. "He's
in town."
eyes. know" rejoined his spouse.
Il had letter from him yesterday.
From Imperial"
Tom sat up glaring. HE wrote to
you from Imperial?"
His wife misplaced the accent. She
misunderstood Toms scowl. 1t was
the old story over again. Whenever
those two men came together the old
feeling Of jealousy must be revived
again! 1t was unpleasant, Of course,
very unpleasant, to have men care like
that, but 1t made life exciting. Life
had been getting little stale lately
like a book Of obvious, even plot.
Richards entrance into the story gave
new interest, a new twist. She
hummed an air from a new opera that
had set the world waltzing.
Hardin's thoughts did not touch her
at the. hem. He was at the headgate.
his gate. What the deuce had Richard
gone to Imperial for? If he wasn't the
darnedest ass! Imperiali And the
gate hung up!
For Gods sake stop that buzzing!"
The happy little noise was quenched.
Innes, entering at that moment, heard
the rough order. She looked implor.
ingly at her sister-in-law.
"Supper's on the table," cried Gerty.
the fixed, determined smile still on her
lips.
Gilpin observer., 1919-05-22

his trunks and settled his bureau draw
ers? He picked up pencil, jabbing at
the paper Of his report. He covered
the sheet with figures-three hundred
six hundred. Six hundred feet.
Whose fault that the intake had
widened, doubling its width, trebling
its problem? Whose but Marshall's,
who had sent down one Of his office
clerks to see what Hardin was doing =?
Wouldn't any man in his senses know
that the way Maitland would distin-
guish himself would be by discrediting
Hardin, by throwing bouquets to Mar
shall; praising his plan? They all go
at 1t the same sickening way! Office
clerks, bah! Sure, Maitland had ad-
vised against the completion of the
gate. Seid it would cost more in time
and Money than Hardin's estimates.
''Th1nks to Maitland it did," growled
Hardin. scrawling figures over the
page. "By the time Maitland finished
monkeying with that toy dam Of his
the river had widened the break from
three hundred to six hundred feet. Fol-
that, they throw mud at me. oh, it
makes me sick" Hardin flung his
broken pencil out of the window.
Rickard re-entered the room. The
question leaped from Hardin.
"The headgate-are you going on
with itT
Rickard looked curiously at the
flushed antagonistic face Of the man
he had supplanted. The thought
crossed his mind that perhaps Hardin
had taken to drinking. It. made his
answer curt.
81 don't know"
"You don't knowr"
81 have no report to make, Mr.. Har-
din. until see the gate"
"And you went to the Crossing with
out going down to the headgate?" Har-
din did not try to conceal his disgust.
II did not go to the Crossing"
Didn't go-w Hardin's mouth was
agape. Then he rudely swiveled his
chair. The door slammed behind Rick.
ard.
Hadn't been to the Crossing7 Then
where In Hades did he go? He halted
MacLean who was passing him.
"Are you going to the Crossing to.
morrow Hardin knew he should he
too proud to betray his eagerness, but
the words ran away with him.
mot tomorrow. Mr.. Rickard inst
told me he might not be able to get Off
until next week."
Hardins anger sputtered. "Next
week. Why does he rush so? Why
doesn't he go next year? The Colo
RADIOS SO gentle, it'd wait for him, I'm
sure. Next week. It's a put-up Job,
that's what 1t is. Oh, I can see through
fence with knothole as big as your
head. He doesn't want to finish the
headgate. He wants to put of going
until it's too late to 60 on with It; /
know him. He'd risk the whole thing,
and all the money the o. p. has
chucked into 1t, just to start with a
clean slate; to get the glory Of stop
ping the river himself. It turns nv
stomach; it's a plot" The lower lin
shot out.
MacLeaHs attention was deferential.
He had always liked Hardin; all the
Fellows did. But he was jumping of
wrong this time. He'd brought It all
on himself.
He said something about levee for
the towns. He's got to investigate that
before he goes to the 'front.'"
a leveei Well, wouldn't that 1sx
Gilpin observer., 1919-05-22
CHAPTER TX.
Tho Rivals.


From the window Of the adobe Office
building Of the company, Hardin saw
Rickard jump from the rear platform
Of the train as it slowed into the sta
ton. He noticed that the new mana
ger carried no bag.
Wonder what he's decided to do
about the headgate. He didn't waste
much time out there" Hardin was
fidgeting In his seat, his eyes on the
approaching figure.
Rickard passed through the room,
nodding to his Office force. The door
of the inner Office shut behind him.
Hardin stared at the blank surface. He
moved restlessly in his swivel chair.
Did the fellow think big thing like
that could hang on while he unpacked
Gilpin observer., 1919-05-22
STORMS HOVER OVER THE CANVAS HOUSEHOLD OF THE
HARDINs AS RIcKARD TAKES THE RENS.

synopss-K engineer
President Marshall Tucson
waiting Rckad reads the Of the Colorado river
of Thomas Hardin
Marshall tells Richard the Pacific
the Imperial valley and wishes Rkad
Richard declines because he oesees
Hardin but Richard Calexico
Hardin his
Hardin,
Rickad
the directors
Mexican of Imperial Valley
forebodings the
Gilpin observer., 1919-05-22

(To BE coNTINUND.)
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would be keyed pitch of ecstasy almost too sweet to
be borne. Then, with squat of brass in the ears the
color would change and this time it would hold stranger
allurementS.
'The last stage of the dope dream would be chaos
of music and frenzy of frock and limb and curl against
deirous backgrounds Always the background was the
Causeway, Orientazed The little cafe would leap and
bulge to white temple the chimney against the sky
would sprOut into pagOda and there would be the low
puSng of tomtoms The street would sway itself out of
all proportion and grotesque starcaSes would dip to it
from the dimsarred night and it would be filled with
pale girls half CARRIED in white and silver and gold and
blue
This is part of a story about a Limehouse girl who
filled her dress with poisoned needless that when the
Chinese drug fend embraced her he died slowly and
horribly
The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1919-06-29

1t was the same Lmehouse Causeway described with
such gripping interest by Mr. Burke that figured promi-
nenty in the Billie Carleton inquest 1t was from den
the Causeway kept by Chnaman that her conscience
less friends obtained the cocaine and the opium which
they used in their orgies 1t to this Causeway
that they brought her for opium debaueh-ust such
Mr. Burke depicts in his story of Cheng Huan
and the English child
Coming back to the night of the ball. the Coroner asked
Belcher if he could tell anything which would throw any
light the bottle of verona found in the apartments of
the dead actress.
MR.. BELCHER: have no idea where the veronal
from. cannot account for the veronal found in
Miss Careton's after her DEATH Ihave taken
trional veronal; addicted to herOn than to
anything ese and could do with very little cocaine.
We left the Victory Ball o'clock dropping Miss Fay
Compton and the doctor and straight the Savoy
Q. Did you go to Chinatown
A. No.
Q. Do you swear to thatG
A. On my oath. l have been to Chinatown two
three times. While at the ball de Veue nod and
say How do you do? to Miss Carleton, but think it
impossible for de Veue to have passed cocaine to her.
Q. May take it that the evidence you have given
to-day is the TRUTH and the evidence that you gave
the previous occasion is false?
A. Yes.
MR. PRESTON (for Mrs Adamoff): Was Mrs Adam
off the first person who gave you herOin?
BELCHER: Yes 1t was two years ago, and not six
weeks ago. had been stated l merely mentioned her
name because she the first person who gave it to
two three sns-and not because she had anything to
do with this caSe because she had not.
MR.. GRAN representing Belcher): Did you upon
advice see Inspector CurryH
A. Yes, last Monday, and made statement to him.
Q. That was the subject of police inquiryG
A. Yes
Q. You were ultimately released a consequence of
the police being satisfied that what you said truef
A. Yes
Q. What you withheld on the last occasion was just
sufficient to shield person whom you thought
point of honor you should shield from the possible
sequences of their foolishness?
A. Exactly.
CORONER: You cannot get away from the fact that
you told the last occasion lot of lies and
truth?
A. think told more truth than lies.
Miss Fay Compton called next.
CORONER: What is your address7
FAY COMPTON: Hereford Square.
O. Did you call for Miss Carleton the night of the
Victory Ball?
A. Yes, about II 30 at the theatre, and took her to
DR.. Stewart s. where we had supper.
Q. Did she all right
A. Yes, perfectly normal.
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room would fade, there
would be a soft thunder in
the ears, his eyes would
close, and about the head
gathered a cloud of lilac, at
first Opaque, but gradually
tightening in consistency
till it became but a shy
gauze.
"Then, with all control
of the faculties in suspen-
sion, out of the nebula
would swim infinite delica-
cies of phantasy and rhyme,
of the ethereal reality of a
rose leaf. There would be
faces half revealed and
half secret, under torrents
of loaded curls; faces now
dusky, now strangely white;
faces pure and haunting,
and faces of creeping sin,
floating without movement,
ia aiding and appearing.
Faces sad almost to tears;
then laughing, languishing
faces; then cold, profound,
animal faces-the faces of
women, for the most part,
but now and then faces of
children and indeterminate
faces.
GAS the stupor devel-
oped it would bring
music to the ears and
a sense of glory of
the immediate mo-
ment, when every
tissue of the body
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ct0ruaN
Led to Revelations
startled All
i Up the
Il

al
then began a series Of
ich rival anything on the
IN Castle, all well-known
aardson, another actress,
the incisive questioning
pundrel, whose activities
such a young woman as
"a him, he nonchalantly
Ease of London life, from
Club" to the sinister
Ugh the testimony were
exposed to view. What
lAatown is not often told
duIn smoking parties in
taurants had closed for
On which have startled
stairs ran straight to the
street and above whose
doorway g lamp glowed
like an evil eye. At this
establishment he took his
| pipe of 'chandu' and a
brief chat with the keeper
lOf the house, for, although
not popular and very si-
lent, he liked sometimes
to be in the presence Of
his compatriots. Like a
4 figure of a shadowgraph,
he Slid through the door
and up the stairs.
"The chamber he en-
tered was a bit of the
4 Orient squatting at the
portals of the West. It
was a well-kept place,
where one might play a
game of fan-tan or take
a shot or so of li-un, or
purchase other varieties
of Oriental delight. It
was sunk in a purple
dusk, though here and
there a lantern stung the
glooms. Low touches lay
around the walls, and
strange men decorated
them, Chinese, Japs, Ma
lays, Lascars, with one or
two white girls, and sleek,
noiseless attendants swan
from couch to couch. Away
in the far corner sprawled
a lank figure in brown
shirting, its nerveless fin
gers curled about the
stem of a spent pipe. On
one of the lounges a scor-
butte niger sat with a
Jewess from Shadwell.
Squatting on a table in
THE centre, beneath one of
the lanterns, was a must
clan with a reed, blinking
upon the company like a
sly cat and making his
melody of six repeated
notes.
/ "The atmosphere
lchurned. The. dirt of
years, tobacco of many gro
moist flesh allied themSelvei
the nOstrilS. "
) 1t should be explained
story about a Limehouse
child to death. The Chinese
child to his place and cared
found this out he finished
order to wipe out the stain
man. The latter in return
pugilist S bunk, so that it st
AT another place in Mr..
this impressive picture of a
house:
He was a dreadful dope
betel nut or bhang or hashii
bf yen-Shi, for he got more
sonnoiSseur, and used his sc
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ITO Be Continued Nert Sunday