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Arizona republican., 1919-02-28


 IN THE CITY OF PHOENIX.
 Notice is hereby given that, pursu- ant to Title VII, Chapter XIII, Revised Statutes of Arizona, 1913, Civil Code, and amendments thereto, the Commis- sion of the City of Phoenix, Maricopa County, State of Arizona, on the 18th day of February, 1919, passed Resolu- ton No. $40, ordering the improvement of certain portions of Seventeenth Avenue and Monroe Street, in the City of Phoenix, described in Resolu- tion of Intention No. S54, passed by the Commission of the City of Phoe- nix on January 29th, 1919, and on file with the City Clerk of said city, and that sealed proposals ,or bids, for making said improvements according to the plans and specifications there for, as described in Resolution of In- tention No. 334, will be received at the office of the City Clerk in the City Hall of said City of Phoenix, up to 1t o'clock A. M., March 12th, 1919.
 The plans and all specifications foi said work may be examined at the office of the City Engineer of the City of Phoenix.
 The costs and expenses of said i'm provement are payable out of assess. ments against the property situated 1T the district described in said Resolu- ton of Intention No. 334. Serial bonds payable in equal annual installment: extending over a period of approxi. mately nine (9) years from their date | and bearing interest at the rate of si1 ! (6) per cent per annpm, payable semi annually, will be issued to represen assessments of Twenty-Five (S25.00, 1 Dollars or more.
 All proposals, or bids, must be ac | companied by a bond payable to th' | order of the Mayor for a sum not les | than ten (l0) per cent of the highes ! aggregate proposal submitted by tn ! bidder.
 Dated February 26th, 1919. l.. B. HITCHCOCK, Superintendent of Streets.
Arizona republican., 1919-02-28
MAY BET IN MONTANA

HELENA. Mont. Feb. 27-The house hill 10 permit betting on horse races under tho part mutncl system at inc state and county fairs. for periods not Co exceed six days, passed the senate today
Arizona republican., 1919-02-28
COTTON

NEW YORK. Feb. 27.-Cotton closed steady at net advance of ten to thirty points.
Arizona republican., 1919-02-28

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Arizona republican., 1919-02-28
Legal Advertising

NOTICE INVITING PROPOSALS OR BIDS FOR THE IMPROVEMENT OF SEVENTEENTH AVENUE BE- TWEEN ADAMS AND VAN BU- REIN STREETS AND MONROE STREET BETWEEN FIFTEENTH AND SEVENTEENTH AVENUES, IN THE CITY OF PHOENIX.
Arizona republican., 1919-02-28
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The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-05-02

Colby's. Somewhere the Colbys and Daventrys had become acquainted, but as the Colbys departed before the Dav entrys arrived there was no way of find ing out anything about the newcomers save by observation.
 MT. Daventry was tall, straight old man with an imperial dignity of bearing that would have made him a remarkable figure anywhere. Miss Gamble, who had lived two years abroad, said that he looked like foreign diplomat with his magnificent shoulders and secretiVe smile But Mrs. Teed, who went south every winter for her neuralgia, declared that he was a perfect type of the old school Southern aristocrat, with his shapely pointed white beard, thick, curl ing white hair, and piercing black eyes.
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ing trees, and yet she had never liked the country.
 She and Nal had had a good many arguments about that very thing at first He had never got the taste of the coun- try out of his mouth. Though the city gave him fair living, his heart was back there in the open, where one could see the sky above and the green grass below. Leslie loved the crowds and shops and pleasures. It is true their pleasures had been of late mainly nom inal, for Nal was only working on half time, and though they had leisure, they could not spare the money. Leslie had known in the past how very wet a rainy day could be and 1t had taught her the advantage of preparedness.
 As she sat alarming she heard a noise on the stairs-a curious sound as of something being dragged upward slowly. with pauses. Then came her own name called faintly, Leslie! Oh, Leslie p
 It was Malls voice! She got to her feet and ran out into the hallway. He sat on the top step resting and his face was pale, 'I thought I'd never get home," he gasped. q had to fight fight to keep out of the hospital"
 Her arms were around him; she tried
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-05-02
By JoelIa Johnson

day morning in Mrs. Feeds car and were quietly married by the Rev. MT. Tooker
 Mrs. Kitchen and Miss Gamble did not die of it, however i'll they felt They even mustered grace to call on Mrs. Daventry after receiving her "at home" cards. She went into the Daventry house to live and it was rumored that the first thing she did was to pay off the big mortgage that the Italian gar den and other extravagances had placed upon it. In fact, the house comprised the sum total of Mir Daventry's wealth He had married Mrs. Teed just in time
 Mrs. Teed was very nice to SavaIa She would have made great wedding for her, only that John and Savala pre- ferred to be married quietly. John had bought house and they, spent their honeymoon hunting up furnishings for it, after which they settled down to such happiness and harmony as Scio seldom got glimpse of.
 It was noticed presently that Mir Day. entry began to look exceedingly seedy, to age perceptible and grow disagree able. At first it was thought he suffered
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from i'll health, but Mrs. Kitchen pried until she found out the truth and then she aired 1t to her full satisfaction. Its just that Almira don't valet him the way Savala did" she said. ''\Vhy she used to pass half her time fusslng with him, tying his neclties, manicur- ing and brushing and polishing him and attending to his clothes. No wonder she looked dowdy! And then she had 10 econonize something fearful, for after he'd got what he wanted there wasn't anything left for her. think he's reg ular old hurnbug, to say nothing of his being as selfish as Caesar. Alrnira Teed was just the one to get him, for af.er she'd lived seventeen years with 'Bijah Teed she certainly ought to know how to manage a mean man. I bet if he wears a necbtie now he'll tie 1t himself And hell buy 1t himself. Even though he did marry her for her money she'll see he gets none of it."
 And all this was true There is noth- ing like truth with which to knock a hero off his pedestal MT Daventry is off his pedestal. But it has all been great shock to feminine Scio.
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the day. When he came to the Day. entry's back door he stopped, although they never bought anything of him. It was a beautiful warm spring day and the back door, which opened on brook, stood open. John looked in and saw Savala cleaning her fathers shoes. When he spoke she jumped cruelty.
 "Oh, what do you want?" she gasped.
 John leaned, big and refreshing to see, against the door-casing. He over looked the shoes and her soiled hands. But as their eyes met each knew that the other knew the truth. Savala was a servant in her fathers house.
 After that 1t was noticed that John and Savala were friendlier than her ia ther seemed to approve of. MT. Day. entry began to go out alone. "Savala is indisposed," he would say with his in scrutable smile.
 That's pure b1uf," Posy Lamb gig gled. q know all about it. John Wards courting Savala."
 A week later the town tattler an nounced that Paul Daventry and Mrs. Alnlira Teed drove to Belleayr Thurs
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baby in my arms" she was sobbing now.
 Flora, dear wife, God knows I would surrender up my life this minute if could undo it all, or if l could only bring him back to you-to us. My heart yearns for him more and more as grow older"
 Robert" she answered, Ralph has been in my mind every minute of this day; it has seemed that it was he in stead of Jennie that I have been getting ready for. 1 have felt that he was very near me at times, lately
 ''Ie will come home, l know he will some time," the old man replied.
 Wednesday morning the old folks were up early. Several inches of snow had fallen during the night-just enough for good sleighing. The morning was clear, and the air crispy.
 "Old Fan" was harnessed into the double-seated pung, and started on the
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-05-02
By Abner Anthony

over there-it looks like an elm-we can tent under that"
 They tented under the elm. Nal went to sleep within five minutes, but Leslie lay looking up at the stars and listening to the soft shiver of the leaves. Pres ently she closed her eyes, and when she opened them it was morning.
 The sun was rising like 2 golden prophecy of happiness. Birds were sing ing and the world was one of promise
 That was a nights sleep" Nal re marked. ''Where's our breakfast, Les lie? I'm hungry
 Leslie was hungry, too. There was a brook near by, St which they bathed and drank. Then they emptied the lunch box
 "Why, there's house right over there in the hollow!" Leslie exclaimed as they sat gazing about them. Funny we didn't see its lights last night. Let's go ever and ask our bearings"
 But when they came to the house they found it empty and fallen into decrepi- tudc.
 "An abandoned farm!" Nal said. five heard of them. If that house was fixed up little it would make a dandy home. And there's land enough to
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-05-02

fore them was little square building like box, with light in it. And there was nothing elsel Leslie peeped i'll The place was dirty. In the center was an old stove, long freless. A kerosene lamp, with reflector, burned on the wall, The train was singing on down the grade and there was not soul in sight.
 Mall" Leslie said, frightened. "What kind of place is this? There isn't light anywhere"
 There's the light of the stars" Nal laughed. Come out, Leslie, and let's look around"
 He was like boy. Leslie had only a feeling of being lonely All about them was the soft darkness, cool, vaguely stirred by breeze and redo1ent with the fragrance of wood and fields.
 Not another train till 8 tomorrow" Nal said. T looked at the timetable"
 He chuckled, but Leslie was near to tears. "Oh, Nal, what shall we do?"
 "Why, we'll have to sleep out, I'm afraid. It's dry, warm night. I did it many a time when I was boy. You can have my ulster to lie on and yours to put over you. It's pretty hard to tell where we are. But there's a big tree
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looked across the supper table into his wife's face. Mrs. Stillman was startled at the tone of her husbands voice, which seemed quite unlike the indifference which he usually assumed when speak ing of his parents.
 "Yes, Ralph" she answered, quietly, "and every year since you told me of the way in which you parted from them, l have urged you to write or go and see them. Your father has forgiven you, l know; and your mother who you say did not blame you, and who loved you so dearly, should not be allowed to suf- fer as I know she must, not knowing
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-05-02
When Thanksgiving Came In Reality

came. MT. Stillman had helped his wife with the preparations as she was not at all strong, and they were both very tired as they sat by the fire talking of Jennie and the baby Nellie, whom they had not yet seen.
 I'm glad the parson can come with her." said Mrs. Stillrnan.
 "Yes," answered his wife, Jennie says that there is an aged preacher living in the village who will hold the service there Thanksgiving morning, so Edgar can come with Jennie
 Wont we have a merry time this year, with Jennie. her husband and baby, all with us?" said MT. Stillman.
 A sigh was the only answer that the woman made. The husband understood 1t only too we'll After a moments si- lence during which the old clock seemed to tick more loudly than ever, Mrs. Still man said sadly: "Oh, Robert, if I but knew where the other one is
 If I could once more take my first
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two-rnile trip to the village.
 The train was a half hour late, but when it did arrive, the Rev Edgar White, wife and little daughter were among its passengers.
 Father" said Jennie, as they were driving towards the old home, T met a man last summer who says he knows my brother"
 The fathers heart gave bound Then Ralph is living, Jennie?" he said.
 "Yes, MT. Hayes says he boarded in the same house with him about five years ago, and he afterwards heard that Ralph had married, but has now lost all track of him. Oh, if he would only write to us" she answered, with eng ton.
 'eYes," was all the father could al swer, and the. subject was dropped.
 During the afternoon, after the train from Boston had gone, and Jennie and
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-05-02

pulling down the shades. When Nal cams home he must find as much com fort as it was possible for her to pre- pare under the circumstances.
 For three days she had not dared to look at the thermometer. She had striven to forget her sufferings in cheerful employment, but she could not forget the fact that Nal was out there in the press and grind of labor earning Neir keep. It was the thought of Nal thac troubled her. She never saw mo- ment's peace from the time he went away in the morning until he returned at night
 It was o'clock and the day had reached it's fervid height. Leslie sat on the floor in an old l1imono and alarmed Mals socks. She had strange visions of crystal water, green fields, and blow
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whether you are living or dead"
 Ralph sat back, and listened atten- lively to what his wife said, then an swered, "Yes, Ethel, did wrong in taking father at his word. He said, 'Go,' and I went; that was all. Father was all right, only when he had one of his fits of temper q have inherited my share of 1t, I guess), and as for mother mother is a saint if there ever was one," he continued in a choking voice.
 Ralph, dear," said Mrs. Stillrnau, you have just received promotion; |; you can afford to go this year. Go down to Maine and spend Thanksgiving with that mother"
 Well, you don't think I'll go alone, do you?" he replied tenderly.
 "I am sure shall be only too happy to witness the reunion; I will go, if you say so."
 "Me, too; me go, mamma" piped up Baby Bob, who had been too much en- grossed with his. dish of cereal to take
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-05-02
By Elsie Endicott

her husband were singing by the little cabinet organ that she still loved, the only public carriage in the quiet little village drove up to the farmhouse.
 Everyone heard the bells, and natur- ally, the music suddenly stopped.
 A man carrying a child, followed by little woman in blue, came up to tkc door. Every voice was hushed, because, in some peculiar way, each heart seemed to know what was to follow.
 MT Stillman stepped to the door be- fore the man had time to knock. The rest of the company had followed, in- stlnctiveS, and were close behind the old man.
 Ralph, my sonr'
 Father!" came a voice from the big oNercoat on the threshold.
 Oh, Ralph !' was the joyful exclana- tio-a ef voices indoors.
 Sue Thanksgiving as was spent at Robert stilima4's that year was not III all S-ew England
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-05-02
A Man Who Fell From the Pedestal

On MT. Daventrys smooth cheek bones was color that even Posy Lamb could not outriva1 with her eighteen-year-old bloom, and between his lips flashed teeth with just gold enough in them to lend them brilliancy He dressed as no Scio man had ever dressed, and he look ed in his clothes as no Scio man could ever hope to look
 Miss Daventry was the greatest dis appointment Scio had had in many long day. For after seeing MT. Daven- try, speculation had flown high regard ing his daughter She was small and there were faded streaks in her brown hair. She had gray eyes and no color, and she dressed like little dowdy.
 Yet her father seemed very fond of her "Savala is like her mother" he explained. That speech seemed to an swcr every question that could be asked. MT. Daventry had loved his wife, and, therefore, he loved his daughter. His devotion was magnificent.
 The Daventry house was old-fashion- ed, large and pretentious. The first year MT. Daventry spent $1, 900 trying to evolve an Italian garden out of the
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side lot. He had pergola constructed and a series of concrete steps and fool ish little fountain that did not work half the time. But it entertained him hugely He delighted in showing people around his premises and discussing his plans. There were two or three women like Miss Gamble and Mrs. Kitchen who went quite wild over this newfangIed gardening.
 From the first Mrs Kitchen had made up her mind to marry MT. Daventry. He just suited her. It remained to be seen whether she could suit him. She was fussy, vivacious little widow with very little that was real about her except the desire to get the most out of life for herself. Posy Lamb confessed that she, too, was perfectly smitten with dear Mr. Daventry. She had way of catching hold of his arm and smiling far up into his regal face that sent older women into mysteries of disgust and anger.
 Very little was known about Savala and the life she led when she was out of sight. She was absolutely reticent and her father had nothing to say about her save that occasionally he would sigh
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effectively, Dear Savala is purely do- nestle" The women who made friends with her on her fathers account never got into the back of the house. When they rang the bell Mr. Daventry usually opened the door, serene and affable. They kept no servant, but the house was always immaculate, and Savala, when she appeared, neat, if dowdy. They had no neighbors to spy upon their domestic arrangements. So after two years in Scio people really did not know much more about them than when they first appeared.
 There was one person, however, who surmised much and felt bound to follow up his suspicious by actual investigation. That person was John Ward. John had lived all his life in Scio. He had be- gun life by selling papers on the streets He was half Irish, bright as a new dol lar, honest and clean. When he set up a grocery store people thought he might make Ego" of 1t; he had made it one of the big Scio successes.
 One morning John jumped into the red car and went tearing round the streets, gathering in his own orders for
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ing. She thought much; then her mind seemed to stand still. Country, country, country! The word reiterated itself. "I can't have him walking the s%-eets look ing for work in this heat!" she cried out, and woke him.
 'What's that?" he demanded, drowsi- ly.
 She clasped his hand. "Ma1. let's go to the country" she said.
 He sat up so quickly that she was startled. ''Nowl I'm ready!" he said. "Come!" And he smiled like boy
 They started that evening They took a car and went as far as they could, and then they took another car, and another and another, and came at last to a little station where train waited. When at last the air began to come in clean and cool and sweet at the window Nal said :: Lets get off at the next station"
 "But do you know where it is?" Les lie asked
 He shook his head. q don't care It's country, that's all that counts"
 When the train stopped Nal seized their bag and lunch box and started for the door. Leslie followed him.
 They stepped down upon cinders. Be
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to lift him, and in the excitement her strength was considerable. When she had him in the best room she helped him to lie down upon the couch. Then she filled a towel with ice and put it upon his head. He looked Up at her piteous- ly
 "Oh, it isn't all heat" he explained. ''You see, the factory's closed for good closed at noon. I've been trying to hunt another job. And it's pretty dis couraging business, with the thermome- ter up to 105 on the cool side of the street" Presently he said gratefully, 'Lord, it's cool in here!"
 "Cool~ cried Leslie
 "Well, compared to what I've been undergoing, it's cool. You've never worked where there was machinery. Leslie, and hundred men or so steam ing just like yourself"
 Leslie sobbed. Poor boy!" she mur- mured.
 "If was in the country now" said Nal, drearily, "Fd stay there. We're going to be up against tough proposi- ton in this old burg before the first of September I can tell you.'
 After time his pulse became normal, and he slept. Leslie sat by him, think
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keep two people fine. I don't believe I've forgotten how 10 farm 1t, Leslie.' His tone was so wistful that Leslie thrilled with pity.
 They sat down on the doorstep of the old house and gazed out at the scene be- fore them. Leslie thought of the little, close fiat, of the noisy children above and below and of the heat. She thought of Malcolm fretting his lie out in some factory and of herself fretting her life out in anxiety because of him. She thought of the greedy city with its bub- bles of pleasure and then of this-free- dom, open sky, good earth, cleanliness of soul and body.
 Sitting there, she seemed to see the old house frightened and built over, sur rounded by cultivated fields with gar den where little child played. She seemed to see Nal brown, sturdy joy ous and herself less pale and slender, in blue gown with strawberry stains on her fingers.
 Suddenly Nal put an arm around her. i've been seeing a vision" he sighed.
 T too,' Leslie replied.
 They looked into each others eyes and smiled. And he country sun smiled, too
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-05-02
Byways In the Land of Popular Science

porcupine, are covered with strong spines set thickly all over their skins, and by way of nose they have a
 slender and narrow beak of white horn.
 The echidna has very long, sharp claws, with which it digs deep bur row. In this burrow 1t builds nest for its young and deposits one or two eggs, which are enclosed in strong, flexible shell, three-fourths of an inch in length and two-thirds of an inch in diameter.
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interruption, says Popular Mechanics.
 Accordingly the French government is said to have installed, for the use Of army clerks, typewriter stands so made that each machine is alternately raised and lowered each half hour
 Under this arrangement the most se- dentary individuals are compelled to stand while doing portion of each days work. The innovation is report ed to have proved very beneficial.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-05-02

will be 10 years this Thanksgiving time since 1 have seen my father and moth CT"
 Ralph Stillman spoke these words feelingly, as he lay down his fork and
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-05-02

As step in bringing about closer re- iations between scientists and business in America, an industrial fellowship has been established by the University of Chicago for the scientific study of meth ods for producing the most delicate dyes In studying the production of oDi- oring stuffs it is hoped 10 develop pro cesses that will make America indepen- dent of Germany.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-05-02

tric railways, 42 companies, $2l, ,706,- 985 capital; engaged in both branches, AS companies, $l48,482, ,339 capital
 Compared with the figures for the corresponding period last year, there is an increase in the number of enterprises of 35 with an aggregate capital of $l7,- 8o2O O57
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-05-02
Electricity In Japan.

The department or communications of Japan has published the following state ment of the conditions of the electrical industry in that country at the end of July, 1917:
 Plants supplying energy, 5oS com panies with Sl60.796.o63 capital; cleo