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Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1919-03-22

not mentioned his name still brings
ray of hope that he may be living
and will return to his wife and pas.
ents who are anxiously waiting and
hoping for some information regarding
im.-Silverton Tribune. t
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livery on the date specified.-Hub
Enterprise.
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Portland Market

Portland Market
Portland, Or, Mar 22.-Butter, city
creamery 59M61c
Eggs, selected local ex. 39@4lc
Hens 33@34c
Broilers 40@43c
Geese 17@20c
Cheese, triplets 34@35c
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AIR CASUALTIES
Washington, March 22.-Casualties
suffered during the war by the United
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Daily Market Report

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Prime mixed $1S.35(0ls.50
Medium mixed $lS@lS.25
Rough heavies $l625@17
Pigs $15.50M17.25
Bulk $1S.35
Sheep
Receipts 81
Tone of market steady
Prime lambs sl6@l7
Fair to- medium lambs $l4@15
Yearlings $ll@l2
Wothers 5000
Ewes $6,50@l0.50
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ter was running close to the station
house.
She saw Wooster standing near, cal
culating the distance, the time. per-
haps, before the new station would go.
She hailed Wooster. Ruin was pre-
saged in the lines of his forehead.
pretty bad?" she cried.
He shook his head.
us Tom back?'
Hes over there now. Fighting like
all possessed. He'll work till he
drops" Wooster was proud of that
method.
"We all know Tom Her pride
sprang up. But he's got to stop for
a Nhile. I'm going up after him."
Not if my names Wooster. I'll go.
He'll mind me-"
She watched the flowing river. swol-
len with wreckage. She saw, with
comprehension, Il section of fence
somebody's crop gone. There was a
railway tie, another The river was
eating up Estrada's new rOadbed? a
cry broke from her as mesquit on
the coffee-cOlOred tide caught on a
buried snag. The current Swirled dan
gerOusly around it. Instantly, the wa
ter rose toward the top of the levee.
Men came running to pry away the
The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1919-07-12
CHAPTER XVI.
Richard in Town.

The town woke to q 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 ''The river" fail to drag the
blood from their cheeks. But relief
always came; the threatened danger
was always averted. and these pioneer
women had acquired the habit of swift
reaction.
That afternoon, Mrs. Youngberg was
to entertain at the A BIC ranch the
ladies of the Improvement club. II
was self-glorifcation meeting. to
celebrate the planting of trees in the
streets of Calexico. and to plan the
campaign of their planting. Mrs.
Blinn drove into town to get Gerty
Hardin. Neither woman had seen her
husband since the interrupted drive
the night before.
81 don't know whether 1 should GO"
Mrs. Hardin hesitated, her face turned
toward the A B c ranch. Perhaps
there is something we could do"
81 have just come from the levee."
Mrs. Blinn's jolly face had lost its
apprehension. "The water has not
risen an inch since breakfast. Most of
the men have been sent home. When
Howard didn't come home to lunch,
grew anxious. But Mr.. Richard says
he sent him to Fassett's with more
dynamite"
There he Is" thrilled Gerry.
Mrs. Blinn's eye swept the street.
"Where? Your husbandT
mo, Mr. Richard. Passing the bank.
There, he's stopped. wonder If 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.. Rickardy
Smiling, he assured her she should
not be alarmed; the levees would pro
tect the towns.
mfr. Hardin is up at Fassett's
ranch. he will be coming back today
told your husband, Mrs. Blinn, tc
catch a nap and then relieve Mr.. Har
din"
Gerry found a significance In his
words. He had said Mr.. Hardin" and
''your husband, Mrs. Blinn." 1t was
enough to weave dreams around.
1--WE can't do anything, Mr.. Richard
to help" urged Gerty Hardin, hel
voice tremulous.
81 hope We won't have to call on you
at ALL"
There was no excuse to linger
Gerry threw a wistful little smile a,
parting.
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More Than Life.

Religion is not a matter oi '
Iectual luxury TO those OF us WIZ -
interested in II. but sometnins ''r
different. II is our life; ana n'~s
than our life; for that Is meas".
by pulse-beats, but our religious -.
seriousness partakes Of the 'nn
toward which II Is constantly
ing. II is very possible that q n
dred or five hundred years lro'p "a
the forms of religious heller na, =
so altered that we should hardy s".
them. But the sense OF depen' a
on divine Influence, and the NV
communion with the unseen az" =.
nal will be then just what the.
now. 1t is not the biologists na', ,.s
or the astronomers telescope. =" a.,
naturalist'S microscope. tfat
TO take away the need Of ''ie I'M ON.
soul for that rock TO rest W'o"-
yer Wendell Homes.
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She took the road by the railroad
sheds, to avoid the dismissed shifts.
moving downward. At full speed, she
collided with a man, rounding the
sheds corner. 1t was Richard. Her
veil had slipped to her shoulders and
he saw her face.
Miss Hardin" he exclaimed.
whatever are you doing here"
II was looking for my brother"
you ought not to be out at night
alone here"
Its 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. I'm not going to let
you go home alone"
She blinked rebellion at the sup
planter of her brother. But she found
herself following Parrish. She took a
uctp pIlut III ici ihucpchuChNC, hci
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
levee. "Where is HardinT" 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 char" glibly lied
the friend of Hardin.s Amy orders
sir?"
Things are going all right?" began
the manager. He stopped. From
above came a dull roar.
Dynamite cried Richard.
The friend of Hardin had nothing
to say. II thought you said he went
only a few minutes ago?" demanded
his chief.
There was another defamation. DOwI
the river came the booming of the sec
ond charge.
That's dynamite for sure" evadet
Silent.
mot a minute too soonw declared
Richard, going back to his inspection
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"WhO is in charge here?" woman's
voice was piercing the racket of wind
and wave.
The dawn was breaking. Down the
New river he could see the wind whip
ping the water into whitecapped fury.
"viclous," he muttered. Those heavy
waves play the Old Harry with the
levee."
where is my brother?"
Miss Hardin!" cried Silent.
where is hep" demanded lines.
Her hair streamed away from her face.
Her cheeks were blanched. Her yellow
eyes, peering into the dusk, looked
owlish. Her wind-spanked skirts chung
to her limbs. To Silent she looked
boyish. as though clipped and trou-
sered. "Where is my brother?" she re-
peated.
Silent told her without reservations
where he had gone and why. There
was no feminine fOOlishness about
that sister of Hardin's. A chip of the
old block. Funny. the men all thought
of her as Hardin's daughter on &C
count of the difference of age. AS to
comrade. proudly, he Dragged of the
taking of the dynamite over that road
less waste.
"Whom did he leave In his placer
Silent knew, only, that he himself
was not In charge! Hardin had or.
dered him to bed.
Maybe Mr.. Estrada" she haz.
arded.
! HE is not here. he went down the
road to look after the track. Hardin
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Heavy Toll Of Grain SHUTS.

II would doubtless be safe to say
that we are paying out annually as a
price for what amounts to national
negligence grain enough to Ell an ele-
vator of 100000 bushels capacity.
This vast and really inexcpsable toll is
exacted by preventable srIuts. 1t is a
waste of sufficient wheat to supply our
allies with 100000 barrels of flour
and oats enough to feed 100000
horses for a year. The simple and IN
expensive formaldehyde treatment of
seed Will save most of this loss,
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tree. A minute later, 1t was dancing
down the stream. They raised the
bank against the pressing tapping
waves. There, the tree had struck
again. They ran down the levee with
their long poles. Each time that hap
pened, unless the obstruction were
swiftly dislOdged, she knew it meant
an artificial fall somewhere, a quick
securing out of the channel. The men
were working like silent parts of big
machine; the confusion Of the first
night was gone. From their faces one
would not guess that their fortunes,
their homes. hung on the subduing of
that indomitable force which had not
vet known defeat, which had turned
back explorer and conQuistador. All,
there was the lurking fear Of it! Vic
tory still lay to its credit; the other
column was blank.
She saw Wooster coming toward
her. His swapping black eyes shot out
sparks of anger.
He won't let me CO."
"WhO won't let your" But she knew.
|, Casey. Says he'll send some one
I else. / said as nobody else'd make
Hardin stop. He said as that was up
to Hardin"
OF course, he wouldn't let Wooster
goI
Orders me to bed" spat Wooster.
wonder why he didn't order cruel,
too. It's spite, antagonism to Hardin
that's what it is!' She believed that,
too. Tom was right. Richard did take
advantage of his authority.
She did not see Richard 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 call
If Hardin insists on spelling one good
soldier, that's his affair. can't lei
him spoil two"
Wooster shrugged, and left them
Spelling good soldiers!"
"Tve taken BOdefeldt of 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 a des
ert windl She turned away, but not
before Richard saw again that trans
forming anger. Her eyes shOne like
tOpazes in sunlight. She would moi
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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 it 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 10
him, Why, the building was desert
ed. Ogilvie's letters had prOphesied
ruin. 1t all 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
Richard around there, somewhere.
"I'll hunt him up for you"
"Why, they are letting it get ahead
gested that he was aggrieved that such
carelessness TO his revered company
should go unpublished. 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 pensive 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 its foundation.
Estrada drew a cigarette out of his
pocket; lighted 1t 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
CARL go 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.
debris, broken timbers, ravaged brush
a wrenched fence post, chicken coop
A red hen, clinging to it's swayine
ship, took the rapids.
"Hustle-what?' murmured Es
trada.
Babcock glared at him. then at the
river. His eye caught the approach
ing wreckage. Men came running
with their poles. The caving bank wa:
too far gone. The instant the drift
ing mass struck it. there was shud
der of falling earth, the car topplet
toward the flood waters. the wave!
breaking into clouds of spray.
Human responsibility fell to cipher
The rivers might was magnificent
Even BabcOck, come to carp, caugh
the excitement. "COme, MacLean.
he cried. watch this! The stations
goingw He joined Estrada by tn
adobe wall.
"Have cigaretteT murmure'
Eduardo.
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went off in such hurry. l guess he
told nobody" chuckled the engineer,
still glowing.
Then I'm itr' cried lines Hardin.
".Will you take my orders. SilentT
"Sure," he chuckled again.
Through the rush of the wind and
water came the whistle of a locomo-
tive.
"a special!" cried Silent. Hardin's
sister and his friend looked at each
other. the same thought in mind
Richard. in from the Headingi
On her face Silent saw the same
spectacular impulse which had flashed
over Hardin's features a 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 hel
hand toward the disorganized groups
I'D 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 sen,
from the hotel. tell them Hardin says
to stop wasting stuff. 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 10
connective; coming closer. Then she
could hear the pant of the engine Al
1t worked up the grade. 1t was 6
steady gentle climb all the way from
the junction. two hundred feet below
sealevel. to the towns resting at the
level Of the sea. 1t quickened hel
thought of the power of the river
Nothing between 1t and the tracks Al
Salton. Nothing to stop Its flow int
that spectacular new sea whose basir
did not need drop of the preciou,
misguided flow. She could hear thu
bells; now the train was coming int
the station: she would not wait fol
Silent. She did not want to NEE
Richard.
No one saw her as she left the levee
She passed Silent, who was issuing or
ders. She heard him say. "The hos.
says 80"
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CHAPTER XVII.
Opposition.

The second night of the food, the
women of the towns dragged brush
and filled sacks for the men to carry.
1t was past midnight when IEnes Har-
din left the levee. While her feet and
fingers had toiled, her mind had been
fretting over Tom. Two nights, and
no rest! 1t was told by men who came
down the river how Hardin was hero
ically laboring. She yearned to go to
him; perhaps he would stop for few
hours to her entreaty. But an uncer-
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FAMOUS ROCK OF GIBRALTAR
Great Britain Has So Strongly Forti.
fled It That It 10 Rightly Con-
sidered ImpreonabIe.

Since the day, more than 200 years
ago. when the flag of Great Britain was
flung out over Gibraltar, the strong
est fortress in the world, that country
has won many triumphs in commerce
and has become mistress of the seas.
The rock of Gibraltar is 1,4OO feet
high and across the marrow bay may
be seen the coast of Africa only nine
miles away. The rock is nearly three
miles long and about half a mile
broad. On the eastern side the cliff is
so steep that nothing but a monkey
can scale 1t, and there is a colony
of monkeys living there. the only an
finals of their kind living wild In
Europe.
The only possible approach to the
rock Is by land from the north. or
from the sea on the western side. As
viewed from the ocean the Rock OF
Gibraltar is impressive, strong, gloomy
and forbidding. But flowers grow about
the steep walls. The great Victoria
batteries, occasionally fired, are
screened and sheltered by acacia
blossoms. Here are concealed 10O-tOu
guns, sinister, threatening. The north
and northwest sides are honeycombed
by fortifications. There is a town and
harbor on the west, protected by bat
teries and forts rising from the base
to the summit of the rock. Modern
guns of the most formidable pattern
frown from the heights. The town II
inhabited by a British colony Of about
$4,000 people. Everything is under
strict military regulation.
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trust herself TO speak. Wooster was
waiting for her. Richard could hear
the man repeat. I'm sorry, Miss Ha:
din. It's an outrage. That's what 1t
is
Queer. they couldn't see that ii was
Hardin'S fault; Hardin who was up
the river fighting like melodramatic
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 Surel 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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Finland Bonfires.

Originally the Finlanders were fire.
worshipers, and to this fact, doubtless,
may be traced the custom, never neg
lected at midsummer and other sea-
sons, of lighting on the hills bonfires,
around which the country folk dance,
while they join their voices in musical
chorus. AT the coast this traditional
fire is often lit upon raft some short
distance from the shore, and there the
festive thrOng row in circle, singing
almost as long as the flames continue
to illuminate the somewhat weird
scene.
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WITH HARDIN GONE, HIS AIDS DISoRGANIzED. WHAT
WILL RICHARD SAY? INNES ACTS TO SAVE
HER BROTHERS. FACE.

synopsis-K engineer of the Overland Paclnc
the Cooado river
which Thomas Hardin head OF the
Desert Reclamation failed Richard Oresees emDarrass
student under MN III an
Holmes with whom lackard
offices at Calexico
him. He meets MI
and Hardin the formers half sister lnnes
brother Hardin
planning levee protect Caexco ana puts
thinks her husband jealous Gerty
ride his
ordered Marshall
Harin project
gate midst Hardins
despite terrific wind and dust Storm
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CHAPTER XIV.
On the levee.

On the Ievee.
Hardin did not 90 home that night.
He was feeling to the quick the irony
of his position; his duty now to pro-
tect the levee he'd ridiculed; now the
only hope of the towns! The integrity
of the man never faltered. though his
thoughts ran wild. Like the relentless
hounds Of Actaeon, they pursued him.
barking at his vanity.
He started the anxious ranchers at
sacking sand. Bodefeldt ran up to tell
him that there was a hill Of filled
sacks over In Mexicali. "Rickard had
a bunch of Indians working for a
week"
The confusion of the shy fellow did
not escape Hardin. Oh. he knew what
Bodefeldt was thinking. what every
one was sayingl They were all laugh
ing vat him. The coincidence Of this
extraordinary flood had upheld Rick
ards wild guess, haloed his judgment.
IT was all a piece of his internal luck.
Sickening, that's what Ii was! His
orders scattered. He ran up and down
them when he found he was repeating
Richards.
This new humiliation, coming on the
heels~0f the dredge fiasco. put him In
execrable temper. He shouted his or
2 ders over the noises of the night. He
rated the men, bullied them. No one
did anything right Lord, what he
had to put up with! The other men,
the ranchers and engineers. saw in
his excitement certainty of the valleys
doom.
The wind and the darkness con-
trjbuted to the confusion. Eager
shovels were tossing up earth before
anyone could tell where the danger
point would be. The water was not
yet high enough to determine the place
brought over from Mexicali. Fifty
pair of hands made short work of
Richards 'hill." Lanterns were fash
ing through the darkness like restless
frefiies. The wind and rushing water
deadened the sound of the voices. II
was u battle of giants against pyg
mics. In the darkness, the giants
threatened to conquer.
~ three In the morning. horsemar
y In from Fassett's. one of the bis
hes to the north, cut by the New
"The river is cutting back" he
called through the din, cutting back
toward the towns"
A turn In the gorge, careless
dump-pit had pulled the river like a
mad horse back on its launches. II
was kicking back.
~They are short-handed up there
They need help"
Dynamite" cried Silent and Har.
din antiphonally. They happened tC
be standing near.
I'VE must have dynamite" bawled
Hardin. "Are the wires down between
here and Brawley? We must get 9
wire somehow to Los Angeles. to rush
8 down here this morning"
dt's here. There is carload or
siding." yelled Silent.
yardin did not need to ask by
Bee orders It was there. An angry
spoa'eu ms Iace.
ut some on the machine" Hs
'ux a"ay. :.
IN think II was safe? There wa,
"a between the towns and Fas
The night. the explosive-shoult
- ws,. a', morning Inc ques
n 80" nis 'a'e e''iei INTO rage
o ASK you 20 take TIT II wa
me open e hor n's Jury safe! WI
sne to"ni % SAFE u the river cuts oaci
mere ne cnannei mas got 10 d
~dene0' snp you taik OF your OWL
peous ~, wan uii ! ask you Q
ske =. ue. wi tne machine. III tak'
= sa.ssts myself
~
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Jesus Saves.

As n child walking over sn
and dangerous path cries out .sot
7 am falling" and has bur i"' .-.r
70 c,+ch his fathers hand, 80 s,a w.
believer sees hours when only 'he a,
Of Jesus comes between I'LL" a'
obvsSps of Observation-Disclosures
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not smile back at him. but rode off
toward the levee.
Was this the river? West of the
levee, a sea of muddy water spread
over the land. There was yet a chance
to save the towns, the town. she cor
rected herself. as her eye fell on the
Mexican village across the ditch. For
Mexicali was doomed. Some of the
mud huts had already fallen; the wa
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Anxious Moment.

Agitated Daughter ION the links)-
Oh, mother, whatever shall we do2
Fathers In that bunker and here come
the parson and his wife.-Boston
Transcript.
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All Mixed.

Mrs. Mix-"There was time when
you minded what l said, but now it's
like water on a ducks back-in at one
ear and out at the other.
Answers.