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Maria sighed. Don't I wish that crock of gold were in these two hands of mine.'
 "Ill go get the crock of gold fer you, Maria" little John made gener- ous offer.
 But the water in the pool-it's deep. deep down, little man," objected Bowers.
 Not over Maria's head?" persisted John "She could wade and get 1t herself"
 Its over Maria's head, an beyont the pools a great snake, a hundred feet long, that lies by the crock day and night"
 q don't want the old snake to get Maria!" walled John.
 Flush, mavourneen, there Is no snake and no gold! You must have been a fennachie in Ireland, the way you tell tales here," she said to Bow CTS.
 Would you believe me, an I told you a tale that you might some day get a home, an ye wanted it, without money and without pr1ce?" he asked.
 That evening when Maria's charge was asleep she bent over him with wistful tenderness. For all you're a terror the times," she whispered. "this
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every necessity for her feeble mother, she stood up and squared her shoulders to the burden. The candy shop was an inspiration. She rented the old Doubleday house, whose situation made 1t desirable, and opened her business. A single season made her candy famous.
 One day most beautiful yacht came into the harbor. From the narrow street that twisted past Ye Olden Co., lonia1 Candy Shoppe Mary saw the funnel and spars and snapping pennon of the vessel. Somehow she thought of Nicholas French; he had almost passed from her mind as from her ex- istence. The last she had heard of him he had gone yachting round the world.
 She was not discencertingly sur prised when that afternoon she turned from her shelves to see him standing at her counter, the same courtly gen. tleman with the same selfish heart.
 How do you do. Mary?" he said, and held out his hand, She gave him her finger briefly. Fine little place you have here! You're looking well. How is your mothers healthT' He was embarrassed. Mary smiled a little.
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belong there."
 "Oh. no. Dan, belong here" Mary said. "Sit down." She made room for him beside her,
 He crouched forward with his pipe beween is hands, letting it trail its smoke into the air unnoticed. Every night he came up the steps from the house below and they sat together talking. They had done it for three years, and yet somehow tonight was not like all the other evenings they had passed together.
 That's French's yacht where all those lights are," he said Mary did not answer. Mother said sne saw him going into your shop today"
 "Yes."
 Mary! He didn't want just candy. He wanted to sec you. They say he's wild over you, and that's why he's come back. I heard him talking my self today on the wharf te Bert Merri- thew. T saw her. he said. Heavens, Bert, what a fool was to give her up. She's worth all the women I ever knew. And I'm going to have her now Those were his words"
 Mary put out her hand and laid it eyer 20 lightly on the big shoulder
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become candy shop. Beside the door dwelt a black and gilt sign, 'Ye Olde Colonial Candy Shoppe." Noth- ing more or less. More was not need ed. for everybody in the old coast town knew the quality of the candy behind that sign-
 Much of the candy was made in the rooms behind the shop by an old can dymaker and his wife. who also lived there. Mary Garner and her mother occupied the rooms upstairs. Mrs. Garner was almost an invalid, but she managed to get the meals and do a little dusting. and sometimes when Mary had to go out she came down and sat behind the counter. Mary tended shop and a great many times people who did not care much for can dy went in there just to see her. Not A>nauaa she uas beautiful were they
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you've in your cheeks the day. he said to her.
 T want to tell you something, Michael" she quavered, unnoticing. "I there was once nurse gettin' old. She agreed on a paper shed stay with pair until their child was 12, if then they'd give her $2,00O above regular wage. If she left before that time she'd not get the money. But she met man she loved, and she-she thought the man loved her-but he has not spoke. She-she has to go away. What ought she to do, Michael.
 Michaels blue eyes twinkled. He took hold of her arms and looked into her troubled eyes. An I was the man she was lovtn', I'd say, Tear up the paper and take me, mavourneen. My home down there is achin' fer the all the time touch O your feet. Take me, and yell never have sorrow in satisfaction for it.
 The glory of happiness filled and lifted Maria. The sun had gone down, but on the far side of the river there was still streak of gold on the tops of the mountains. She drew the paper from her bosom and, tearing it in bits. scattered them among the shining ga- ax leaves.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-26
By Abner Anthony

Spanish dance. You could only sense owy but nevertheless, curious as it might seem, it was felt by all.
 Tho usual opera selection complet- ed, the orchestra began, pizzicato, the melody Of the dance, and Sonia stepped gayly out and into the center of the floor, the customary red rose between her lips. Never did she dance as she danced that night! Dioi It was mag nificent-incomparab She was dancing for Scotti alone, and all knew it,
 Round, round she vhirled, accent a stamp of her little foot and clacking her castanets in rapturous abandon
 At length she reached the noble mans table. In a moment the dance would be over. Already you were pushing your plate aside so as to be her lips on the table and the Barone smiled up in her face
 But she did not turn and run on as usual. Instead she stood there sway ing. Then before one could catch a breath, she collapsed in a little heap at Scotti's feet.
 Over the room had fallen a hush It was so still you could have heard a pin fall. This silence was suddenly broken by a voice from the musicians stand. It was Mario, leaning over. the same queer light blazing in his sunken eyes.
 Feel not her heart" he said calm ly, "it is quite useless. It was poison concealed in the stem of the rose. My compliments on your success, Ba- rone. As she is, you may have herl"
 Something glittered in his hand. There was a shout and the rush of many feet. But it was too late. There came the sound of a pistol shot, a sharp swift crack and the drift of acrid smoke.
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"Saperlotte!" she answered, "of m'sieu? Have I not proved it?"
 For the five weeks that followed, the youth lived in & heaven of his own making. Sonia, fattered at the wor- ship and devotion that was hers, re- turned his love-making with all the acting she could conjure up for the occasion. When he clasped her to him and held against his heart, she even thrilled a little, and the kisses he snatched from her were favored with the sunshine of the Riviera and as earnest as she could possibly make them. An, those moon-silvered nights of San Remoi They are made only for love, my friend, and no one knew this better than Mario. They were the happiest he had ever known or could know
 Then the inevitable occurred. Lit tie by little glamour of 1t all faded away and Sonia failed to respond. The kisses she gave him were hur- ried. When he held her, she freed herself. gently but deftly. Poor Ma rio, none of this did he realize. To him she was still the exquisite creature his first love-adored by him and ador- ing in turn. Too soon, alas. was he to awaken from his dream
 There came to the Bella Vista the wealthy Barone Antoni Scotti, from Rome, short, stout Italian nobleman. bronzed by the sun of two continents and living only for the pleasure and enjoyment life yielded him. It chanced he had met the Riberia in Paris, the season before and his delight In see ing her again was touching.
 After her dance, that evening. at his table in a secluded corner of the din- ing-hall they resumed their acquaint- ance over a bottle of champa gne, while Mario waited fin the fragrant gloom of the gardens below and won dered why she did not appear.
 well. mia cara" the Barone said,
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She laughed cruelty,

what Of 1t?
 He looked at her, silent and stunned.
 What of it?" she repeated in a cool, level voice. Am I compelled to care only for you? Dieui We might just as well come to an understanding here now. To be frank, monsieur, all is over between us. thought you knew that, but it seems I must enlighten you.~
 The youth taggered and c1utched the rail for support. gazing at her wildly. "What-are you saying!" he whisp- cred hoarsely. Do you know what you have said! You can't mean-you doubt!"
 She gave him an amused glance.
 'I do. Sapristi! You are a nice boy, but young. Some day you will learn, m'sieur, that a woman's love Is the most f1ckle thing in all the world Au revoir, and take 1t not to heart"
 Dimly he heard the click of her high heels on the stone Tagging. When he looked up she was gone. His head sank down on his arms, and when he finally raised 1t, minutes later, his dry eyes burned with a queer light.
 IT.
 Sonia had introduced 8 new Span ish dance to the guests. Costumed as a cigarette girl in a gaudy shawl, and In her high-1aced shoes, she danced a Castilian refrain to the music of cas- tanets, a red rose between her lips. It was a 1anguorous sort of dance, filled with the dreamy rhythm ot Madrid and in it the Riberia was at her best. It was her custom to glide to the table of the Barone, pause there, pirouette and then drop the rose from between her lips on his table, bow and run quickly off, followed by the rattling applause from the diners,
 On the same evening that Mario's dream castle had tunbled down about his ears, there was a peculiar sort of tenseness in the air, preceding the
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By Phil Moore

nearest her. Dan! Dan!" she chided gently.
 He buried his face in his hands. Hell win," he said. I've always been afraid of him. He's got every- thing to win with. I haven't. I'm only the harbormaster-a hsherman's son to begin with. Love is about all I've got to give you
 Love is enough" interrupted Mary.
 "Mary!"
 "Dan!"
 For a moment they looked into each others eyes And then she was in his arms.
 But I can't give up my candy shop even for you, Dan," Mary said present. ly. You must take me. candy shop. and all. I'm awfully attached to the candy shop"
 He laughed. God love the candy shop" he cried. "since it brought you within my reach!"
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filling her glass, himself, i've meet It is well. I had expected to remain here but one week-then Monte Car To"
 "Qui? And now?"
 He leaned across the table.
 And now" he answered, "I shall stay untfl-until-you leave!"
 Tt has been very nice here," Sonia said pensively, but shall be glad to go. Dteu! one wear1es of place, aft CT a time. does one not?"
 The Barone inclined his heavy head.
 "Certamente!" he answered hearti- ly. "In your case, the case of one so charming. I would advise Venice (. A gondolier on a moonlight night . you and eh, Sfgnorina!!"
 It did not take very long for Mario to understand how matters stood. How could he help 1t? Scottf tagged at her heels like fat and faithful watchdog and his infatuation was common talk along the broad, white verandas of the Bella Vista Indeed, Signore Rodolfo had to take the Riberia aside and eau ton her to be more discreet. It did not look good, he said, to conduct a f1irta- ton with guest so openly. She laughed and promised
 My friend, when a woman has two strings to her bow, and when these same two trings come in contact, there is sure to be a discord. Is that not true? It was this way with the Barone end Mario, who, innocent of women's wiles, suspected nothing of Sonia and thought Scotti was trying to steal her from him.
 He went to the Baroness suite, one morning and confronted him.
 The love of Sonia Riberia is mfne," he declared quietly. "She is not for you, sua altezza. Be advised, please, of this fact"
 The Barone looking up from his morning paper stared in amazement, unable to credit what his ears had
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- il AS QOAho Abtl0 to describe it-one can only live it. Let 1t suffice. however. when I say the Mediterranean is never as blue as it is then. air is never SO soft, so sweet or the flowers so brilliant. It is Para disc, my friend. garden of love where birds sing from dawn to twilight.
 Mario De Stefani played first violin fin the orchestra of the Hotel Bella Vista. He was thin, undersized youth, with a profusion of black, cur ly hair and pale. oval face of the mu- sician and student. He was born. J believe, near Naples. and like the ma 5ority of young Italians of the present day. an excellent musician.
 Music to Mario was like the love of beautiful woman-he lived for it alone, at first. An, but you should have heard him play his violin solo to the supper crowd at the Bella Vista. bio miol the bow between his thin. white fingers held them spellbound. applause was deafening.
 Early in May, Sfgnore Rodolfo, the stout and amiable proprietor of the hotel, sent to Paris for two or three cabaret performers. He did this very much against his will and at the earn est request of his foreign guests, American and English, who were un- happy unless they had a vaudeville en- tertainment to give zest to their meals. Rodolfo listened to them. I will tell you why.
 There was sent to San Reno. Sonia Riberia. a dancer from the Palais Mu- sic Hall in Paris. which had closed its
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sour Maria at tho creekl"
 Maria Maher. q gray haired. slender woman in black. seized the chubby hand of John Hartwell Nugent, Jr.. but the hve-year-old poked out a cum ningly impudent red lip. and. twisting loose from her fingers, ran down the little street in front of the resort towns railroad station.
 One end of the porch of the third unpainted house on the next narrow street was crowded with rustic ware "log cabin" bird houses, hexagon shaped hanging baskets. cases and chairs. In a hanging basket. depend ing from the ceiling. some red brown leaves of shamrock grew thrifty, and from It's handle a bit of faded green ribbon dangled, huttering in the breeze.
 The child ran up the steps. What chu-maltin'?" he demanded in his soft
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Too Suggestive.

Sandy Pikes-You didn't remain at de wayside cottage long?
 Gritty George-No, de lady was too poetical. She pointed over to de sunset and said de clouds reminded her of bars of steel. l thought it was time to beat }''
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HAT appeared to
 have once been a magnificent O l d m a Il s 1 O n had, through the reaches of commercialism, been turned into a busy little mart. The old house had
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Y friend, if you have

friend. if you have never seen San Re- mo in the spring time. your life is as yet incomplete. IL is then that we of the Italian Riviera really exist bio!
 1t is quite futile to
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II, John, darlint, that will not be the way to the hotel! Coon this way, this min ute, you with the two feet av ye like mud cakes, for cause you wouldn't be after mindin'
The Oroville weekly gazette. [volume] (Oroville, Wash.) 1905-19??, 1919-07-11

The Greenwood Ledge states that q
wealthy Englikhman has been granted
the foreclosure Of & 37s.00o mortgage
on 5000 acres Of Kaleden fruit lands.
From the general Appearance Of that
locality during the past two years IL
Was evident that the corroding infln-
ence Of mortgage rested On that fair
land AL who have travelled over the
route between Oroville and Penricton
have noticed the orchard lands around
KAleden- A few years ago that loo atty
WIS q garden spot The lands are on
the west side Of Dog lake. high up.
overlooking that pretty sheet OF Wa
ter. Young fruit trees were il q heal
thy condition, IN many instances al
falfa or vegetables were grown be-
tween the rows Of trees. and the orch
ards seemed to be flonrishing. Pros.
poets seemd TO be bright for future
days Of production. and this emerald
spot upon the lake was an attractive
adjunct to the striking scenery. Then
q change came abort. II may have
been on account Of the breaking ont
Of the war. when 90 many Of Canada q
The Oroville weekly gazette. [volume] (Oroville, Wash.) 1905-19??, 1919-07-11

-. flosd Of malt, vinous M
.nS,ncaf Nadoep 9oosaee ec~I 49, sns
I.pSSsKa Nns4smuldeoae asln ~
3 49,. tSessa3ptn xlSuSished WIN
saSEs.1rhe 61jheing szhtoision
eoSST isspS1esuo1, but there
Ss.E,syefll :eoeSseNeSs csses ,, q,
s,.,,rs sness tAat Would indiease 'aa ,s
nv Aooae Seer MAS carrying on us
=. .ss.,ssus vocation wish -a4prssfy Tree
haad. s.,,r,tv
sS,ca q Is published. the dsaet.e
~ 80 "a. sxSeid congratulations 70
$50 member Of the several commit.
teas having the celebration IN manu- manu-
for The eIcellency and efficiency wiz.
wh,eh every feature vas carried OUT.
Tss fash vas no soft snap. There was
,nr.s 70 be done and few to DO II, pu.
tncsp Who shad been selected 70 asS's =,
Iin carrying out the program gave "
,hss, time freely aud cheerfuliy. 'enu,
,.s-.,d wherever aid wAs needed ana
,ns fe,icitoas result was due to tne
syertions Of. those gentlemen.
Among the visitors in town durln 5
he 9TH were two newspaper men, tnan
whom there are not two more gen'a.
and delIshtfully pleasant knights o.
Tine ouilI In the business, In the per-
sons Of Toe stoddard. Of the water
v.IIe Empire, and o. H. Woody. OF ths
ctsnox.n Independent. Mr.. stoddar'i
| was a freeting visitor. IS he rema,heu
lin town only q few hours. as ne was
on his way Into British Columbia on
day's outing. II there were other
members of the press on the GROUNDS
| and We hope there were, they dio moi
lIet their presence be known.
Billy Kruger. the Indian who sur
Epr;sed the crowd Saturday evening oy
riding .No Mans Land" the outlaw
horse. that up to that time no man
had succeeded In subduing. IL over ."
wears Of age and was born within
short distance OF the present town Oh
Oroville. Everybody knowing him
lspeaks highly Of Kruger a. man OF
honor ana RELIABILITY. and he certainly
convinced q very excited crowd that ne
can ride almost anything with four
l,exs. He was rendered an ovation when
he accomplished feat that few pres
ent thought possible.
The Oroville Motor company mas
purchased the Nance tract south Of
town. The purchase was made as an
investment, as 1t is q piece OF land
that will soon become valuable.
The Oroville weekly gazette. [volume] (Oroville, Wash.) 1905-19??, 1919-07-11

President Wilson landed a; New
York Tuesday after having spent some
six months IN France attending the
The Oroville weekly gazette. [volume] (Oroville, Wash.) 1905-19??, 1919-07-11

/ W. Custer,
he hill side
! place. dis
Sots in this q
Ia like bunc1
1.-THE fruit or
! apricots W
lave ever see
not irrigated
+;se conside|
Der Of the al
tina
liberty Loan
cribed falls
Is. For vol
matter OF
ptly meet
A bond il
tment, and
to let his
hit after tn
TRY still ne
to put as1
for future
Bank OF
nnal Bank
obligation
bert Scole
this, son 4
her living
the Oka1
Of Mons
for who
King, on j
Sunday
Noble, al
bia river
is know
Dner Grow
stigation
Rental dr.
unnecesd
ed in the
heavy
aftern
bf July p1
the cor
copy for
Ne print
most np|
The Oroville weekly gazette. [volume] (Oroville, Wash.) 1905-19??, 1919-07-11

$500 ,ons.r.nee. He expected to sd-
dress coAGress 1hufsoA ~
nsil reso<t es Ae tseceedin0 49,
q the confesnes, No
Which the prospeets are tns. ' s,..
viii be a hot old time in eont :,
+ensssnS the peace terms and 'ssc :.s:e 2.
nations. 50 interwoven 'hs anS..
ton Of one neeessi,ates the fsniie !.
,ion ~ the other, II congress is =
s,ox r.,ify,nr or rejecting the doca-
men, as the peace conferences was
formulating It decision VII
be reached until 1899, Ana esss
wants the peace terms seaseu a-,a
how or someway so that me ~
can set back to normal pesee eonu''
tons.
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sons deserted the farm. the forge. es-
cry industry and profesison 10 throw
thenselves into the SnAeistron 81 the
Euroeean he'll, OF II may haSe been
the shadow OF the mortgage thai
Threatened 10 eat up al. that the land
conid produce. but whatever the easise
the orchards gradually lost their
charm. The land was neglected. trees
died out for the hack of care, weeds
usurped cultivated products, and dur
ing the past two years the district has
run to seed. Maybe this mortgage ae-
counts for this unprefty transforms
rSon
The Oroville weekly gazette. [volume] (Oroville, Wash.) 1905-19??, 1919-07-11

In times past there has been some
objection expressed al what seemed
to be the high cost Of constructing the
West Okanogan Valley Irrigation sys-
TEN. But without that system what
would the valley and the town OF oro-
Vile be today. Had the irrigation sys-
TEN never been constructed following
three years OF crop failure, for it
looks very much as though failure,
or q very much reduced yield was to
mark the harvest of 1919. every per-
son who conld walk, il they did not
have the price of q ride. would be
hoofine il out OF Oroville. and the val
hey at present under the ditch, and
well settled M, would be burned up
desert pretty well deserted. That irri-
CATION system has been the salvation
of the north end of the Okanogan val
ley and an anchor to windward that
has saved Oroville from drifting on
the rocks. Ii was an expensive entery
prise. but worth many times over the
Investment
The Oroville weekly gazette. [volume] (Oroville, Wash.) 1905-19??, 1919-07-11

II the Gazette feeds up its readers
with s surplus Of celebration news
this week the readers should accept
the dose with good natured tolerance,
for the celebration was the biggest
thing that ever happened in orovilie,
and is entitled to front page space and
lots OF it.
A stanger visiting oroville from a
wet state during the celebration would
hardly realize that Washington had
been dry for two years or more. True
il is, and pleasantly true, that there
The Oroville weekly gazette. [volume] (Oroville, Wash.) 1905-19??, 1919-07-11

We mus, do the right thing py re-
turned soldiers. and the returned so'-
diers must do the right thing by them.
selves A proud and grateful country
has done much for their anu ana "n :.
We, do more. The soldier himseii. :.
he has 1t in him will return 70 ..s
walks of civil life and use ms oes'
endeavors doing for himself. All mos.
of them ask is the opportunity Al.
the opportunity should be prov'oea
The soldier was not q subject lot
charity before entering the service
and the vast majority would rese"'
the imputation that they are our iot
charity after shedding the UNIFORM
All they ask is chance and they VIII
do the rest
The Oroville weekly gazette. [volume] (Oroville, Wash.) 1905-19??, 1919-07-11

At the Evergreen Service Station, in
the old Peerless block, is being hand
led Washington made auto tire tina.
has no superior on the market. The
factory al Spokane is running full
blast, turning out a durable and high
ly satisfactory tire that is becoming
very popular among users.
The Oroville weekly gazette. [volume] (Oroville, Wash.) 1905-19??, 1919-07-11

Washington is coming TO the front
with 8 presidential candidate who Is
winning strength from al parts o, the
country. The possible republican can
didsts for president next year is
Senator Miles Poindexter Poindexter
clubs are being formed all over the
state. If the senator can go into the
convention with the solid and enthu-
siastic backing Of his own state he
win have a prestige that may finally
land the plum. In the past. conven-
tons Of both parties have considered
it inexpedient to select q candidate
from the far west Presidential timber
Of late years has been selected almost
wholly from the middle west. at least
that has been the practice in repnbli-
can conventions. There IL no good
reason why the west should not be
considered as 8 field from which to
draw q candidate next year. and Miles
Poindexier is the strongest man tha;
could be named from the Pacific coast
II nominated he would be elected. for
ne has an uncanny way Of gerang any
thing he goes after in spite o; AL op-
position