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Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1919-12-28
UNIVERSITY MEN To
DISCUSS FOOTBALL
MATTERSAT SMOKER
President Lindley and DR..
Bryan to Be Guests at Big
Blowout" Monday Evening
at Commercial Club.

Why is 1t that the University of
Idaho with the best material in the
northwest can't have q winning foot
ball team? ]
The Indignation behind this question
which has been brewing among alumni
OF me university and among former
students and undergraduates Is sched.
uled to burst in all Its fury at a smoker
to be given by the Ada County Uniyer-
sity of Idaho club at the Commercial
club rooms at o'clock Monday even
ing.
Guests of honor at the smoker will
be President Il. Fl. Lindley of the
university. who will be in the city to
attend the state teachers association
convention. and DIR. e. A. Bryan, state
commissioner Of education.
PEPPY PROGRAM.
A program which will be featured
by the usual pep and vim of a COL
lege mems celebration is being ar
ranged. There will be oratory, talks
and speeches. soft cider, cigars and
sandwiches
Chief Justice william NJ. Morgan of
the state supreme court will be one of
the main speakers.
One OF the most important matters
to be considered will be the football
situation at the university.
Were not going to stand Il any
ionger. said one OF the university men
Saturday afternoon. idaho has good
men. and Idaho should win. What we
want to know is why don't she?
WANT REAL COACH.
Most OF us alumni think its because
she hasn't got real football coach.
We're going to demand a real football
coach with the emphasis on the foot
ball.
'.Next year Idaho meets Utah in
Boise. Can we take q beating at the
state capital? We can not! n its
necessary the Alumni association will
20 out and raise money to pay a
coach who can get some Of the old
time spirit of organization into the
university team"
The smoker viii not be a direct invi-
tation affair. Instead. an informal gem
eral invitation ID being extended all
alumni. former students and UNDER
graduates. A large attendance Of UNI
+, dergraduates IL expected ON account Of
the large number who are In Eoise for
the holidays.
Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1919-12-28

ADV. Dec. 2S.
Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1919-12-28
GROUP 3

Wonderful dresses Of rich
satin and tricolette, sill
houette models; some
have large wide sashes;
others have lovely beaded
designs and bead trim
mings; many are hand
somely embroidered with
silk and wool. Reason
ably priced at $50 and
$55. Clearance price
Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1919-12-28
NOTICE.

All members of How-Lish- whampa
Tribe, No. ~, ]. o. X. M, are requested
to meet at Wigwam on Sunday at 1: 80
p. m. to attend the funeral of Brother
George w. Lindsay.
l.. S. HART. c. Of r.
Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1919-12-28
Dresses of Silk, Satin, Georgette
and TrjcOlette
GROUP 2

Georgette dresses and
satin dresses made in the
popular straight line sill
houette styles, with vest
effects; others with lace
collars, Fittings and
fringe. Colors, black,
brown, navy, taupe and
Copen; $45 dresses in
cluded, at
Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1919-12-28
GROUP 4

Dresses entirely of taffeta,
dresses of satin and satin
combined with georgette,
made in the popular
straight line; also jacket
effects. Colors, taupe,
navy and black. Reason
ably priced at $35; Clear-
ance price
Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1919-12-28

For preparation OF bodies Tor snip
ment McBratney q Company. liconsed
embalmerB. guarantee their prices rea-
ponable and their work he teot
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-06-07

she had not had time before 10 no
tice. She was standing in water. Ths
settling OF the dirt had damned the
outlet and the water was rising in her
dungeon.
Cromwell was already aware OF thu
fact. Having stopped caekling, he
had hoped upon the box beside Jim
mie and was watching Mrs Ransome
out of one bright eye while he stared
suspiciously at the water with the
other. He did not offer 10 peck Jim
mie but the boy was sitting on the edge
of the box as far away as he could get
and clinging With both hands to his
mothers skirt.
AT that moment Mrs. Ransome heard
her husbands voice. Her sense OF d.
rection was SO esnfused she could not
tell exactly where he was or how far
away, but~he was sounding her name
and that OF Jimmie in a heartbrok en-,
despairing cry. Immediately she an
swered and called again, and Jimmie,
echoing shouted. Daddy! Daddyls
with all the power OF his little lungs
But their united voices In that
close dungeons beat back into their
own ears. deafening them. but awaken
ing no answering shout from outside,
The water was rising more rapidly
now. II had passed her ANGLES and
was nearing the top of the box.
: Stand up on the box. Jimmie" she
directed, hopelessly, "and keep your
feet out of the wet
"oh. mammal" he exclaimed, "Yeur
feet are wet, aren't they?"
Frantic with despair. she kept on
shouting until she could shout no
more The water was Level with the
top Of the box now. With an effort she
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-06-07


gathered up her sopping skirt and
stepped upon the box, and, lifting jim
mie, laid him lengthwise on shelf
she cleared for the purpose. Crom-
well stood on the box beside her talk
jng excitedly to himself and eyeing the
food askance., Suddenly he spread
his great wings and tapping nightly
succeeded m reaching the shelf beside
Jimmie. He ran along Jimmie's pros
trats form until he reached an open
space at the boys feet and there he
swelled up and let out an ear<eplittins
crow,
At once Mrs. Ransome heard pug
sled halloo, sounding afar off. but
clearly her husbands voice. Again
Cromwell swelled up and emitted an
other soul-stirring "cock-a-doodle-
ldo-oi"
Good old cromwall," sobbed Mrs.
Ransoms, although her eardrums
throbbed achingly with the sound, He
knows its about time help was COM
ing"
And again there was the answering
halloo, closer this time and more dis
tinct. Mrs. Ransome attempted to
shout. but her throat was so raw she
could only croak frantically. but Jim
mie was screaming delightedly:
Daddy DaddyI'
Once more did Cromwell issue his
clarion call for help; and this time
Jack Ransome answered only a few
feet away: What? In the spring
house? ! don't see how anything can
live in that ruin"
Daddy! Daddyi" shouted Jimmie,
What! Jimmie, are you therer
came the deeply relieved tones of the
father. Where's mother?"
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-06-07
When Realization Came

yet it vas not the same. There was
the chair he always sat in. He had
sat In 1t so much that it seemed some
how To emanate his personality, When
he went out of her presence his spirit
essence seemed to stay behind. His
Was forcefui character.
What had kept him away. There
we're reasons aplsnty, but he would
have evaded all of them, she knew,
rather than miss his evening hour
with her. She never had dreamed that
he would not come. His step across
the veranda, his mastery peal at the
bell, his appearance Vigorous, Joyous,
tobacco-fragrant, was as much to be
expected ds her morning coffee or the
daily mail
She recalled how she had met him.
There had been no men in her life be-
fore him. She had been too poor and
too plain at hrst to attract attention
And indeed she had not cared for it.,
Her books, her dreams, and that i'm
mense, looming ambition to write pos
sessed her. And then she had written
and succeeded. She had no time for
men then She had been content and
happy with her first home, her first af-
fuence, and the old woman who had
been her mothers friend to keep
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-06-07

When the doorbell rang she felt as
Il she had received an electric shock.
Every nerve tingied, she began to
tremble. and her face burned, She
said to herself that she was startled
merely. She seldom had a visitor at
SO late an hour, and she was, surpsied.
OF course it must be heat last!
But 1t Vas not he-merely a messen-
ger boy with letter! She took it. and
with the touch of it ice seemed to form
within her. A letterI In his writ
ingi,
She locked the door and stood look
ing at the address. The letter seemed
portentious. She tore it in getting it
out Of the envelope. And then she
read. realizing and not yet realizing
what 1t contained:
My Dear Rosanna-Instead of
coming to see you tonight / sat down
in my room quietly to think things
over. And now | am writing this let
ter of explanation. My dear, i find
l can no longer, like Dobbin, look and
long. ] love you, want you in my
arms, sharer in my life, ce-partner In
my future. / have tried to be your
friend, as you would have me. 1T IS
too hard. ! give ifp. I am going away;
back to my home in the west I leave
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-06-07

BOrk.
He was an invader. His presence
brought turmoil where she wished for
peace, restfessness where she strong-
" desired quiet. He had thrust him
self into her life and made place for
himself. He had set his impress upon
her wppan's room. His touch was
upon her books; his presence pervaded
her atmosphere; his big, fine figure
had left its astral proportions in her
best beloved old mahogany chair.
Each time he came he made himself
felt MORE fully. She began to fear
that presently she would not longer
be able to contend against him. She
felt new lack of confidence in her
self. Sometimes as she wrote hts fhce
sprang before her or she seemed to
hear his voice. She hated herself for
what she termed her weakness.
She did not want him. And yet now
that he had not as usual come she felt
strangely uneasy She had been. so
sure that he would come, since he al
ways did. She was troubled. disturb
ed. Her book and her chair could not
now hold her. She got up again and
walked about restlessly. thinking,
struggling with thought of him and
then yielding to it.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-06-07
Buried By the Avalanche

he was so noisy that Mrs. Ransome
decided at last to be rid of him. They
would have him for dinner the follow
ing Sunday. Before the day came,
however the biggest rain of the Cali.
fornia winter started in. and Crom-
we'll, properly subdued by the trick
ling streams inundating his coop
bumped dejectediy upon his perch
looking the picture of despondency.
Mrs. Ransome could not sacrifive him
then. although 10 all appearances he
was quite disguised with life.
II rained steadily fora week. With
the first fair day. although it was still
misty and showery, Jack Ransome had
to splash forth through the streaming
mud to inspect the power line, leav-
ing Mrs. Ransome alone with Jimmie.
About noon she heard q elatter and
hoarse cracking in the spring house.
and knew that Cromwell was out
again and into mischief The spring
house was a solid thick walled struc-
ture OF stone and cement with heavy
board roof. that stood at the head Of
q small gully few yards from the
kitchen, and served as Q cellar as well
as . cistern. She had propped the
door slightly open that morning In
order to give the place an ziring, and
Cromwell had evidently squeezed in.
looking for something to eat. She ran
out seolding, with Jimmie toddling
curiously after her. The red rooster
was on top of shelf Of her choice
canned fruit At sight of her he
crowed defantly.
"Shoo!" she cried. furiously. flap
ping her apron at him.
''oooll There's Kommil!" Jimmie
lisped. pointing at the bird
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-06-07


After the exciting strain of the last
few moment the inevitable reaction
set In. She felt suddenly tired and
faint Still holding Jimmie she stag
gered, gropingly. to box OF salmon
she knew was near the spring at the
upper end Of the room, and sat down
with Jimmie beside her. The moments
passed slowly. with Cromwell Groom
ing sleepily on the shelf above. and
Jimmie Whispering on her shoulder.
1t may have been an hour or II may
have only been thirty minutes. but 1t
seemed 10 her like half day of sus-
pense when, with sharp. rending
crash, the roof caved lin. Cromwell
came down win fiutter of wings and
a clatter Of erockery, and landed sack
ling al her feet By some miracle the
roof timbsrs at her end of the rnoal
held, but slanted to the hoor only a
foot or two from her. She was cramp-
ed into a space about three feet high,
The settling of the mass of rocks and
earth, however, left what remained Of
the roof exposed, above ground, for
daylight filtered through the cracks
in the ruin and made Jimmie and the
rooster plainly visible TO her.
Jimmie was crying and the rooster
oackling, so that the noise In that mar
row cell was deafening and disheart
anipp Mra RanSor,a did NOT raalfza
how oyerwrought she was until, haying
quieted Jimmie somewhat, she sci
him on the box and began tearing at
the broken rafters with her bare hand
The heavy beams and boards resisted
all her feeble efforts. She looked
down for something she might use as
a tool with which to pry of the boards,
and discovered what in her excitement
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-06-07
BY Elsie Endicott

on the midnight train. Goodbye
God bless you. II some time another
man fnds your heart you may under
stand mine. Otherwise, how can you?
SIDNEY"
Rosanna stood with the letter in her
hands, yet unaware of II. One thing
only she seemed fully 10 understand.
He was going away. That meant that
she-weuld never see him again. Sud
denly she fell on her knees before his
chair and buried her face on its arms.
"oh. Sidney Sidneyl" she cried.
With that she seemed to come TO
her senses. 1t was as II powerful
hand had wrenched her back to n
reality and illumination and sanity
Midnight was long way off. She
could reach him yet. A, letter--the
telephone-yes, the telephone!
A moment later she heard his voice
the spiritless voice Of a man who is
spent and despairing. who = ity
He did not recognize her voice, No
Yonderl She herself would not have
recognized it, SO faint and tremulons
was It. She began again: Il waited
you didn't come-then your letter-oh,
Sidney. don't gol / don't want. you to.
L"
There was shafp click and silence.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-06-07

house for her. She lived in her own
way and found it good.
Then he appeared. She had met
him at a dinner party. He was new
conner In the town whom everyday
was running after. She was amazed
to ind that he could speak to her in
her own language indeed. he was
even better versed in it than hefseilf.
His horizon was wider. He had trav-
eled far and absorbed much And he
knew books. How he knew books!
She had had pleasant evening with
him and then had let him pass from
her mind, She expected not to see
him again.
But she had seen him. He called, he
sent her flowers and books, he piled
her with gravely persistent attentions.
He had attached himself to her life as
burr will catch upon the edge of
ones gown; it needed violence to rid
ones self of 4. She was not willing
to use violence; she merely remained
eutwardly very cold and as unrecipro-
cative as was consistent with good
breeding. Inwardly she was annoyed
by him, She did not desire him; she
had no intention of marrying anybody
She wished merely to be left alone in
her own little world of books and
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-06-07
By JoeIla Johnson


-nwe're sali here. Jack. including
Cromwell" croaked Mrs. Ransome.
strangely. "You will have TO hurry.
because the water is rising fast It's
up to my waist now.1
Jack Ransome did hurry, but several
more anxious minutes elapsed before
he could fnd something with which to
pry OF the roof boards, When he had
made an~opening at last he saw his
wife standing in water up 10 her neck.
but there were Jimmie and the roost-
or safe beside her on the top shelf of
the fruit cellar.
Cromwell did not wait to be assist
ed, but Immediately napped out into
the open, After the others had been
dragged forth to safety Jack Ransome
explained that when he heard the
avalanche he returned at once. but
when helfound the hideous waste OF
mud and Doeks where their snug home
had stood that morning he had been
dazed then frantic with despair, He
had searched every where untn the
clarion call OF the rooster had pene-
trated bis hopelessness.
Il never dreamed you would be in
the springhouse," he concluded. DE
cause you can see for yourself what
wreck 1t 10, and buried beneath all
that dirt. too. II had not heard Crom-
well when did f-might, have Killed
myself"
His voice trailed on in tragic whis-
per, but Mrs. Ransome understood.
She shivered In her dripping garments.
but, looking after the red rooster pick
ing his way soberly over the muddy
wastes, she cried out brayelyr Dear
old Cromwell. I'll never say you are
too noisy agalnl"
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-06-07
By Abner Anthony

Its marvellous what you've done
for my little boy,1Miss Craig" she
said. and tears stood in her eyes. "He
is not the same child. My brother
James has spoken of II repeatedly. /
feel that ! owe You great deal And
/ want to tell you that, though I've
never been your friend and haven't al
ways treated you fairly behind your
back. am your friend now, and any
thing 1 can do for you / wilf do
Cordelia looked her in the eyes. y
don't know what you mean" she said.
TITS James. my brother confessed
Mrs. Carson, all her artificiality sud
denly hid in scarlet shame. I'll
didn't want him to marry YOU, and
I've fought you behind your back ever
since found out that he wanted you.
But now"
Cordelia lifted a finger Comfort
yourself. my dear" she said coldly. II
wouldn't marry your brother now n
he were the last man in the world,
don't want any man who let's his sis
ter influence his mind to the extent
you say you have influenced James"
So the playroom goes on 1t is an
institution now, and Cordella has her
hands and heart full. James Carlyle
plies her with his attentions. He real
ly is quite madly in love With her at
last. and all the sisters in the world
could not influence him now. Cor
della is letting him wait; she is lei
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-06-07

70. tne next room, where there was a
clock II was g. She stood staring at
the timepiece as If it wers in some
way responsible. 1t came to her
poignantiy that he was not only an
hour late. but that now he would not
come at all.
She went back into her library and
looked from the window. There was
bright moonlight. revealing the naked
trees and the faded lawn whers eiots
of snow clung. The street was empty.
She had curious feeling Of loneli-
ness. After all. she missed him.
What shs had wished for had hap
pened. He had not come She sat
down again in her chair and thought
about It. The room was warm and
glowing. crowded with her books and
all the quiet evidences of her literary
life. II was in no way changed from
what It had been an hour before, and
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-06-07

And then the unexpected happened
II was one of these minor earth
quakes which occur not more than
once year in California. and which
ordinarily are scarcely noticeable ex-
cept for the rafting of windows, and
do little damage beyond shaking the
pictures askew on the walls; but on
that water soaked mountain side IL
would take only slight jar to dis
lodge the earth1in landslide. AT the
moment of the shock Mrs. Ransome
-ceught up Jimmie in her arms and
stood breathless in the middle of the
cement floor. The quake passed as
soon asit had come. Cromwell strut
ted about on the fruit Jars talking to
himself, and breathing again, Mrs,
Ransome started TO set down Jimmie
when the, slide began. With a roar
and a crash that shook the building
worse than the earthquake had done
il swept toward them. Fortunately
the spring house faced down hill away
from the Approaching avalanche and
was further protected by the little hol-
low in which it stood. Although the
house rocked and ereaked 1t with
stood the terrible, onslaught, The
door banged shut stones and dirt
poured over L. shutting out the light,
the slide passed. and they were safe,
but entombed in total darkness.
In the awful stiffness that followed
she heard scratching and a peculiar
grooming sound. AT first her heart
leaped into her throat, but she heard
another more familiar sound, deep,
drowsy croak, and was treasured. 1t
was only Cromwell. clearing his
throat. She had forgotten about him,
but he was there a prisoner. too.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-06-07
w inning Through Usefulness

I've wasted fourteen years Of my life
in vain pursuit. I've been tortured
and restless and often very unhappy,
and all I've got to show for it are
these gray hairs" Tears cams and,
crumbling over with her head on her
arm, she sobbed.
She lifted her head and began Wig
oFOusIy to brush her hair. And with
every stroke resolution crystallized
The hrst thing she did was TO- tele-
phone regrets 10 Mrs. Marcy. at whose
house she was expected TO meet James
Carlyle that evening. II eane to her
that she should find genuine relief In
freedom from society. She hated cards,
she hated trying to be- youthful and
hanging on the petticoats Of those who
were. "I1l be myself" she said. I'll
do something useful"
But vhat9 She had plenty of mon
ey and there were servants in the
great stone house where she lived
with her grandfather. No need TO bake
or brew. But without a daily social en-
gagement she would find time heavy
on her hands. She had average ac-
complishrnents, but they were not suf-
fcient to give her employment. She
thought OF nursing, even Of going TO
the city and taking up settlement
work. But no. ought to be able 10
find something right here. What will
II be. wonder7" she asked herself
One day when she was buying gloves
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-06-07

the proceeds of the playroom put to
gether. Financially the institution
was not a success, but Cordelia did not
care for that. She felt that she was
doing good in her home town. Be
sides she was occupied and cheerful.
The children loyed her, and she grew
TO love them dearly.
One day James Carlyle's sister came
with her little boy-a pale, heavy
headed, temperamental youngsteT of
~five. I'm distracted with James, she
said His sixth nurse has lust left me.
She said he was incoSrigibie. Can you
do anything with him here, Miss
CraigT
I'll try" replied Cordelia simply
She never had any reason TO like Mrs.
Carson. but she felt sorry for the big
eyed child, "she misunderstands
him." she thought.
So James Carlyle Carson was added
to the playroom, and for few days
Cordelia had her hands full with him.
Then she won. He was not incorrfgi,>
BILE; merely the victim of the unprin-
cipled women who had had all the
care of him. When he found that
Cordoba meant TO be kind as well as
firm he began to coincide with her
After fortnight they were the best
of friends and she could do anything
she wished with him. Within two
months he was so improved that his
mother came to thank Cordelia
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-06-07

sac nsard two women talking. Eacn
had a child at her side. :
HMarjory is so mischievous," one
sighed. "she takes SO much of my
time. Why, 1 can hardly get my work
done mornings"
That's just the way 1t is with Rob-
ert," returned the other young mother.
Hes not big enough for school. and
we aren't able to employ a maid. And
can't amuse him and do my work
both"
An inspiration came to Cordelia. She
went home with quickened step to the
old stone house. A week later the
whole town was talking about an an
nouncement in the form of some plain
ly printed cards saying: Miss Cor
della Craig wishes to announce that
she will open a children's play-room
at her home Nov. l." Then followed
terms and other details.
cordelia Craig and a childrens
play-room where simple instructions
would be given! 1t wayh hard to recon-
cile the fact with CordeIia herself.
However. Marjory and Robert were,
the first children brought by their
mothers. And there was great deal
OF satisfaction expressed at the sight
Of the great Craig parlor. stripped of
its magnificent mahogany, set with lit
tie chairs. an upright piano. and in
teresting looking tables. few pic
lures Of children playing hung low on