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The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1919-03-01

London, Wednesday, Feb. 26.-The
Russian Soviet government, says a
wireless dispatch, is instituting a
system CT registration preparatory to
enforcing compulsory work for all.
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Washington, Feb. >27.-.Norman
.iaa&ood. of N.w York. was nomi-
mated for minister to Denmark today
by the president.
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Farmers, you have the remedy in
your hands. 1t is up to YOU
The Brinkley argus., 1919-01-03
BRINKLEYS BUSTED BOOZE
The History of It, As Shown by
 the Court Officials.

Tt isn't customary for the Court to carry around it's official records and show them but in as much as it has been asked to show the disposition of the cases of whiskey captured re- gently in the night raid from the car of hay in the Rock Island yards, will show you the Court records" thus spoke Esq. R. M. Henderson to the ARGUS man on Saturday last, as he showed the original infOr- mation filed by Prosecuting Attorney c. Otis Bogle on Dec. 12th.
 The appointment of H. C.. Adams as a special officer to make the raid, the report of the officer showing the capture of 13 cases of whiskey, the courts order to officer Adams to public 1y destroy the whiskey, etc.
 Then 1 was shown the report of Officer H. C.. Adams under date ofDec. 17th. in which it is stated that the (156 quarts) have been publicly destroyed with Dr. T. J. Stout, J. E. Jack
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THE BIG 18TH. EVENT
Brinkley to Have Great Crowd of Visitors Here to Attend Blooded Hog Sale and
 Show, Jan. 18th.

The value and importance Of Brinkley as a railroad and busi- ness center is verified nearly every day there is nothing more impressive along this line than the big blooded Hog Show and Auction Sale to be held here Jan. 18th.
 Duroc Jersey breeders from all over the south and especially from Arkansas will be here, and some of the finest Duroc Jersey hogs from leading national prize winning strains, will be auctioned off.
 Every farmer, merchant and land owner in Monroe county should be on hand on the 18th.
 It doesn't matter whether the weather is good or bad, the show will be held and every hog will be sold just the same as 1t is to be held in the elegant new and commodious brick garage of T. c. Simmons.
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LICENSE NOTICE

All persons who do not obtain license for Drays, Rooming Houses, Eating Houses, Hotels, Butcher Shops, Pool Halls, and all Dogs or anyone carrying on business for which license should be obtained, on or before Jan. 18th. 1919., will be report ed.
 Oscar V. McCreight
 City Clerk.
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High School Notes.

Bessie Ferguson spent the holidays at her home near Moro.
 Stella Freeman visited at her home in Hunter during the holidays and also visited in Memphis to do some shopping.
 .Elma Pearson visited in Little Rock last week in company with her sister, their purpose being to have their eyes treated.
 Everyone try and remember the Lyceum number to be held in the Auditorium Friday evesl- ing Jan. 3rd.
 The Theresa Sheehan Concert Go. is well known and is sure to be appreciated.
 Velma Henderson visited at her home near Monroe during the vacation.
 Essie Mae Morgan spent her vacation in Clarendon and at her home near Keevil.
 Virginia Murphy spent the holidays in Memphis.
 Ida Mary Pipkin spent the vacation week in Henning, Tenn.
 Cassie Federer and Catherine Hill were in Wheatley Sunday.
 Gather Johnson of Little Rock was in Brinkley Sunday.
 Ruth Webber visited in Pine Bluff last week, the guest of Mrs. Russell.
 Immogene Grimes spent the holidays with her parents in Monroe.
 Lee Joy Slaton visited her father in Memphis during the holidays.
 Miss RuthHOover entertained several of her friends with a Watch Party, New Years eve night A delightful luncheon was served at twelve o'clock. Those present were Misses Florence and Cassie Federer, Katherine Hale, Catherine Hill, Lee Joy Slaton, Essie Mae Mor- gan, Clara May Eason, Stella Freeman, Lucille Bayne, Jessie Stagg, Thelma Phillips, Messrs Herman Travis, Carl Blessing, Stanley Slaton, Fred Starrett, Rex Best, Donald Best, Cris- mon Hill, Ike Beyer, William Hansman, Nash Jones and Albert Hartley.
 Essie Mae Morgan visited Clarendon during the Xmas holidays.
 ,Emmons Mitchell who has been on the sick list is up and out again.
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hidden under the hay
 This information is given you as an officer of the law for what ever action you may desire to take in the matter.
 Very truly yours
 J. Henry Caruthers,
 Prosecuting Attorney.
 The strangest part about the entire proposition tho, is that this same car remained ln Brinkley the night before it's capture in Blackton. This is the only mysterious thing of the matter now unsolved.
 The "booze breaking" at the Court House Friday was wit messed by some 30 or 40 citizens and as the fire water dripped away into the inprovised hop per provided to catch the brok- en glass, there were lamenta- tions from dry throats such as "such a pity" "ain't it a shame "Oh, how I wish l was a reo worm," eff this Twas just il Brinkley," etc.
 The delay in destroying the booze was caused by telegrams from U. S. Special Agents ask ing that action by Sheriff Mil wee be deferred pending invest igation, but Uncle Sam's mer failing to show up, the stuff [ was spilled as above stated. 1 The car load of alfalfa which was the camouflage for the l booze, was sold by Sheriff Mil. wee for $300.50 less the freight, etc, and money fol same turned over to the State Treasury.
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THERE'S no use of talking President Wilson's plain Demo- cratic words and principals have knocked the P out of King Georges Pomp.
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son. w. l.. Hill and George Scholl as witnesses.
 The court record is all regular and in due form and thus con cludes the written records of Brinkley's captured car load of booze.
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WILLIAM B. FOLSOM. Editor
Su ,scription Price $2.00 Per Year

THIS New Year should be a great one for Brinkley and it will be too if we can but line up and do some team work.
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BOOZE BUSTING
 AT CLARENDON.
"Oil of Joy" from the Blackton Hay Car Capture, Publicly Destroyed at Clarendon, by
 Sheriff MilWee.

Using one of the stone win dow sills on the north of the Court House as breaking stone, Sheriff Milwee on Friday last publicly destroyed the 15 cases or 1S0 quarts of bottled in bond" booze which he re- gently captured at Blackton, hidden away in car load of alfalfa hay shipt to Blackton to one F. A. Brown from John Austin, Charlottesville, Mo.
 Many have wondered how it was that Sheriff Milweee knew of the whiskey and was able to time it's arrival at Blackton so as to reach there in time to get it out.
 The following letter explains it all:
 J. HENRY CARUTHERS
 Prosecuting Attorney
 Cape Cirardeau County,
 Missouri
 Dec. End. 1918. Sheriff of Monroe County, Ark. Clarendon, Ark.
 Dear Sir:
 I wish to advise that I have good and reliable information that there is a considerable shipment of whiskey contained in a car of hay leaving this city (Cape Girardeau) today, con- signed by one John Austin to F. A. Brown, Blackton, Ark, in car No. 100652, l.. & N. It is reported to be in cases and
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SHAKE UPS IN ROCK IS
 LAND BRINKLEY OFFICE.

At the Union Station Rex the worlds war had Hitchcock who has been the to take the day thl clever, obIiging and efficient Carter Chaney City Ticket Agent for the past night ticket agency year leaves in few days for Stanley Slayon his home at Laurel, Miss. soldier boy, goes kg
 Tom Kelly, the clever night old place as yard ticket agent, who broke the Richard Lee Bickel peace news to Brinkley and caller.
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THE BRINKLtY ARGUS

PUBLISHED EVERY FRIDAY BY Wm. B. AND H. M. FOLSOM
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cHAisTER XVII.
Opposition.

The second night Of the flood, the
women Of the towns dragged brush
and filed sacks for the men to carry.
1t was past midnight when Innes Har-
din eft the levee. While her feet and
fingers had toiled, her mind had been
fretEing over Tom. Two nights, and
ITO rest! 1t was told by men who came
down the river how Hardin was hero
ica'ly laboring. She yearned to go to
him; perhaps he would stop for few
hours to her entreaty. But an uncer-
tain trail across country, with the
dulst-laden wind in her face? She de-
cjiied to wait for the dawn. A snatched
sleep first but who would call her?
She would sleep for hours, so weary
every muscle. Her mind fixed on Sam
as the only man in town who had
time 10 saddle horse for woman.
She went in search of him. She
found that the long adobe Office build
ing had already taken on the look OF
defeat, of ruin. The easements had
been torn from the partitions; the
doors and windows were out. The fur
niture had been hauled up to high
ground farther away for safety. She
went hunting through the ghoulish
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The Ranches Were Ruined.

published. The government was In N
hurry to take the burden. A tele.
graphic sermon, preaching duty, dis,
tributing blame, was sent from Wash
ington. Perhaps not Faraday himself
was more disturbed than the debaters
of the Desert hotel.
"The railroads no infant in arms ,
It wasn't asleep when 1t took over
the affairs of the D. r." Here spoke
the majority. "a benefaction! Il
was self-interest When the river Il
harnessed, who'll profit the most from
the valley prosperity? 1t can afford
to pay the obligations; that is, Il
could. 1t will find way" the ravens
croaked, "of shaking the Desert Re
clamation compapy's debts: Of evad.
ing the damage suits. Look how
Hardin was treated"
The feeling ran higher. For many
of the ranchers were ruined; there
was no money to put in the next
years crop unless the promises of tho
irrigation company were kept. A
few landowners, and others who hal
not completed their contracts, dis
trusting the good faith of the com
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that's what it isw She believed that,
too. Tom was right. Rickard did take
advantage Of his authority.
She did not see Rickard until he
stood by her side.
"I'm sorry not to spare Wooster,
Miss Hardin. But there's stiff work
ahead. He's got to be ready for d call.
II Hardin insists on spelling one good
soldier, that's his affair. I can't let
him spoil two"
Wooster shrugged, and left them.
"Spoiling good soldiers!"
'Tve taken BodefeIdt off duty. /
told him to relieve Hardin"
Bodefeldt who blushed when anyone
looked at him! He would be about as
persuasive to Tom as a veil to q des-
ert wind! She turned away, but not
before Rickard saw again that trans
forming anger Her eyes shone like
topazes in sunlight. She would not
trust herself to speak. Wooster was
waiting for her. Rickard could hear
the man repeat. "I'm sorry, Miss Har-
din. It's an outrage. That's what 1t
is"
Queer, they couldn't see that it was
Hardin's fault; Hardin who was up
the river fighting like meiodramatic
hero; fighting without caution or re-
serve, demoralizing discipline; he
couldn't help admiring the bulldog en-
ergy, himself. That was what all these
men adored. He'd clenched the girls
antagonism, now, for sure! How her
eyes had flashed at him!
Hello! There was tree floating
down toward the station house. :
"Bring your poles!" he yelled.
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fcssdxl1 ssss.-as~mc..s..n3
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"A SPECIAL! crled silent, Harain's S

N
sister and his friend locked at eacn
other, the same thought In mind:
RIckard, in from the Heading!
On her face Silent saw the same
spectacular impulse which had flashed
over Hardin's features short time
before.
She put her hand on his arm. "Si-
lent, you're his friend. Straighten this
out. We can't have him come back
spying-and find this" She waved her
hand toward the disorganized groups.
ard take more ORDERS" suggested
the engineer.
"Then send a third Of them home,
tell them to come back tonight at six
Send away the other third, tell then
to come back at noon. Keep the other
shift. Say you'll have coffee sent
from the hotel, tell them Hardin says
to stop wasting stun. Tell them, oh.
tell them anything you can think OF.
Silent, before he comes" Her break.
down was girlish.
She could hear the signal Of the To-
comotive; coming closer. Then she
could hear the pant Of the engine as
It worked up the grade. It was q
steady gentle climb all the way from
the junction., two hundred feet below
sealevel, to the towns resting at the
level Of the sea. Il quickened her
thought Of the power Of the river.
Nothing between 1t and the tracks at
Salton. Nothing to stop its flow into
that spectacular new sea whose basin
did not need drop Of the precious
misguided flow. She could hear the
bells; now the train was coming into
the station; she would not wait for
Silent. She did not want to meet
Rickard.
No one saw her as she left the levee.
She passed Silent, who was issuing or
ders. She heard him say, "The boss
says So"
She took the road by the railroad
sheds, to avoid the dismissed shifts
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CHAPTER XVIII.
The PASSING of the Waters.

Babcock came rushing down from
Los Angeles that morning to see what
in thunder 1t was all about. He asked
every one he met why some one didn't
get busy and stop the cutting back OF
that river? There was no one at the
Offices of the company to report to
him! Why, the building was desert
ed. Ogilvic's letters had prophesied
ruin. 1t oil looked wrong to him. Go
ing on to the levee, he met MacLean,
Jr., who was coming away. The boy
told him vaguely that he would find
Rickard around there, somewhere.
"Ill hunt him up for you"
"Why, they are letting it get ahead
of themI" Babcock's manner sug-
.gested that he was aggrieved that such
carelessness to his revered company
should 90 unpunished. Something, he
told MacLean, might have. been done
before the situation got as bad as
this!
His excited stride carried him
across the dividing ditch, which now
was carrying no water, into Mexicali.
MacLean had to lengthen his step to
keep pace with him. The havoc done
to the Mexican village excited Bah
cock still more.
Estrada, just in from his submerged
tracks, was lounging against an adobe
wall. His pensiye gaze was turned
upstream. The posture Of exhaustion
suggested laziness to Babcock, who
was on the hunt for responsibility. He
was more than ever convinced that
the right thing was not being done.
Estrada !"
Estrada took his eyes from the river.
Babcock looked like swapping ter
rier taking the ditch at bound. Mac
Lean. Jr.. 1.-the greyhound, followed.
"What the devil are you doing to
stop this?' A nervous hand indicated
the Mexican station cleaning In its
fresh coat of paint; to the muddy wa
ter undermining It's foundation.
Estrada drew a cigarette out Of his
pocket; lighted it before answering.
"Not a thing. What do you sug.
gest?"
A big wave struck the bank. The
car on the siding trembled.
"Another wave like that and that
car'll 90 over" cried Babcock, jump.
ing. mad. "Why don't you do some.
thing? Why don't you hustle-all OF
you?" He would report this incompe-
tency.
Down the stream came mass of
debris, broken timbers, ravaged brush,
wrenched fence post, chicken coop.
A red hen, clinging to its swaying
shin, took the rapids.
"Hustle-what?" murmured Es.
trada.
BabcocG glared at him, then at the
river. His eye caught the approach.
ing wreckage. Men came running
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CHAPTER XVI.
Rickard in Town.

The town woke to a matter-of-fact
day. The sensational aspect Of the
runaway river had passed with the
night. The word spread that the flood
waters were under control; that the
men had gone home to sleep, so the
women got breakfast as usual, and
tidied their homes. The Colorado was
always breaking out, like naughty
child from school. Never would the
cry of 1.-THE river~ fail to drag the
bIooS f'3m their cheeks. But relief
always came; the threatened danget
was always averted, and these pioneer
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moving downward. At full speed, she
collided with a man, rounding the
sheds corner. 1t was Rickard. HeI
veil had slipped to her shoulders and
he saw her face.
"Miss Hardin!" he exclaimed.
"Whatever are you doing here?"
ST was looking for my brother"
"You ought not to be out at night
alone here"
"It's morning"
"With every Indian In the country
coming in. I'll send Parrish with
you"
|. She recognized Parrish behind him.
She tried to tell him that she knew
every Indian in Mexicali, every Mexi'
can in the twin towns, but he would
not listen to her. "Tm not going to LET
you go home alone"
She blinked rebellion at the sup,
planter of her brother. But size found
herself following Parrish. She took
deep pride in her. independence, her
fearlessness. Tom let her go where
she liked. She had an impulse to dis
miss Parrish; every man was needed,
but he would obey Richards orders,
MacLean had told her that! "They
don't like him. but they mind him !"
Richard made his way down to the
leyee. "Where is Hardin?" he asked
of every one he met. Silent came up
to explain that Hardin had gone up to
Fassett's just a few minutes ago to
carry dynamite. The river was cut.
ting back there. "Good," cried Rick.
ard, "that's bully!"
.'He left me in charge" glibly lied
the friend of Hardin. "Any orders
sir?"
"Things are going all right?" began
the manager. He stopped. From
above came dull roar.
'Dynamite!" cried Rickard.
The friend of Hardin had noshiAs
to say. 81 thought you said he went
only a few minutes ago?" demandee
his chief.
There was another detonation. Down
the river came the booming of the see.
ond charge.
That's dynamite for sure" evaded
Silent.
"Not a minute too soon" declared
Riekard, going back to HIS inspection
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vomen had acquired the habit of swift

women had acquired the habit OF swif
reaction.
That afternoon, Mrs. Youngberg wal
to entertain at the A B G ranch thu
ladies Of the Improvement clue. II
was a self-gloriacation meeting, to
celebrate the planting Of trees In the
streets of Calexieo. and to plan the
campaign of their planting. Mrs
Blinn drove into town to get Gerty
Hardin. Neither woman had seen hei
husband since the interrupted drive
the night before.
81 don't know whether should CO.
Mrs. Hardin hesitated, her face turned
toward the A B G ranch. "Perhaps
there Is something we could do"
II have just come from the levee."'
Mrs. Blinn's Jolly face had lost its
apprehension. 'The water has not
risen an inch aince breakfast. Most OF
the men have been sent home. When
Howard didn't come home to lunch, ]
grew anxious. But Mr.. Rickard says
he sent him 10 Fassett's with more
dynamite"
'sThere he is," thrilled Gerty.
Mrs. Blinn's eye swept the street.
aWherep Your husband?"
"No, Mr.. Richard. Passing the bank.
There, he's stopped. I wonder h'he iS
going in? You call him, Mrs. Blinn.@
obediently her friend hailed Rick
ard. He turned back to the windy
street. He felt boyish; the crisis was
giving him mercurial feet. he loved
the modern battle. Elements to pit
ones brains against, wits against
force!
Gerty Hardin's face was flushing
and paling. "The river" she faltered.
SHOULD we be alarmed, Mr.. RickardT'
Smiling, he assured her she should
not be alarmed; the levees would pro-
tect the towps.
'Mr. Hardin is up at Fassetts
ranch, he will be coming back today.
told your husband, Mrs. Blinn, to
catch a nap and then relieve Mr.. Har-
din"
Gerty found significance in his
words. He had said "Mr. Hardin" and
"your husband, Mrs. Rlinn." 1t was
enough to weave dreams around.
"We can't do anything, Mr.. Rickard,
to help" urged Gerty Hardin, her
voice tremulous.
81 hope We won't haze to call on you
at ALL"
There was nc excuse to linger.
Gerty threw wistful little smile at
parting.
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gloom for the darky, turning her Ian
tern in every dark corner. She knew
that she would find him sleeping.
Then she heard steps on the veranda.
She ran toward them, expecting to see
Sam. She swung her lantern full on
two figures mounting the shallow
steps. Rickard was with her sister.
in-law.
"Oh, excuse me" she blurted blum.
deringly. OF course Gerty would take
a wrong intention from the stupid
words!
The blue eyes met those of Innes
with defiance. 1t was as though she
had spoken; "Well, think what you
will Of it. you Hardins! l don't cara
what you think of me!'
What indeed did she think Of it.
Why should she feel like the culprit
before these two, her words desert.
ing her? 1t was Gerty's look that
made her feel guilty, as though she
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with their poles. The caving bank WAC
too far gone. The instnnt the Drift
ing mass struck 1t. there was q shud-
der Of falling earth. the car topped
toward the food waters the waves
breaking into clouds Of spray.
Human responsibility fell to o cipher.
The rivers might wasl magnificent
Even Babcock, come to carp, caught
the excitement. "Come, MacEean,"
he cried. swatch this The stations
golngp He Joined Estrada by the
adobe wall.
"Have a clgaretteT murmured
Eduardo. M
His eyes glued to the lurchinS sta.
tiop-house, Babcock. took q brown
paper-rolled cigarette from the ptoe
fered box
"Look," he cried. 'There, she'll 60
See that"
There was q splash of spllnterine
timber; q Niagara Of spray as the
building fell into the Hood. A minute
later, wyeckAEe Of painted boards
was floating. downstream.
At table Babeoek resumed his cana-
paign. "The trouble with you an.
you have cold feet. You're all scared
or too soon."
Wooster, I'D from his nap, looked
across the tabla "Cold, feet? 50
!; you'd have II you had been up for /
nights. wetting your feet on the isvees
as some Of as have, as Hardin has.
Mine are cold all right" He lifted an
amazed foot. "Cold! Look herey
boys, they're wetp The men looked
to find the water creeping in--Bab-
cock climbed on his chair.
"This means the station" cried
Wooster. Every man jumped. II the
waters had got to them, 1t wouldn't
be long before they were reaching tho
o. P. depoti The tracks would go--
They were plling out of the door
when the telephone caught them. Ie|
was a message from Rickard. A car
was to be rugged up, papers, tickets
and express matter taken from the
station. The river was cutting close
to the track. The car would be the
terminal, half-mile from town.
The situation looked black. Coul.
ter, Eggers, began to pack their stock.
The leyee, it was said, would not hold
half of Mexicali was gone. Caiexico
would 90 next. Richards Indians
were kept stolidly piling brush and
stuffed sacks on the leyee. This, the
word ran, would be the fierce night.
no one expected to sleep.
They were preparing for the biz
battle, the final struggle, when the
grade recession passed the town.
Spectacular as was its coming, there
was an anticlimax In its retreat. The
water reached the platform OF the
depot, and halted. The town. held its
breath. There was some sleep that
night. tI
The next day, the nerves Of the val
ley relaxed. The river was not cut
ting back. The men at the levee
dropped their shovels, and went back
to the discussion Of their lawsuits.
Their crops were ruined; too much
water, or too little. Whatevei. way
they had been hurt, the company
would have to pay for it!
A small shift guarded the river.
Rickard, in his room at the Desert
hotel, and Hardin up the river, slept q
day and night without waking. The
chair.tilters picked up their argument
where they had left it; was the rail-
road reapIng a harvest Of damage
suits when they should be thanked
instead? Faraday. the newspapers
reported, was trying to shift his re-
sponsibility; he had appealed to the
president. Their correspondence wa
E