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The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1919-07-18
ROYAL NEIGHBORS

Meet the second and fourth We'd
nesdays of each month. l. o. o. =.
hall, No. so w. Bridge street.
ELIZABETH CAPPS, Oracle.
JENNIE RoSSITER. Recorder.
The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1919-07-18

journ until Tuesday, July 8, 1919 at
pertaining to roads and bonds will be
taken up.
r. G. BILLS,
Chairman.
ATTEST:
F. M. FISHER, Clerk.
The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1919-07-18

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East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-10-18

Then the blow had been dealt. stan
ley had proposed and Sylvia had an-
uouncea the engagement. He had gone
away soon after to New York to make
good.
'ITi make good all right or know
Why sha remembered him saying, as
she bads him farewell that afternoon
at the little station.
And Stanley was right, he did make
good. After three years correspond
ing aud waiting, Sylvia received a
crisp note one day saying he was so
ing to be married TO dear little girl
in the big town whom he had grown
TO love during hts stay there. "she has
helped me wonderfully" he had writ
ten. "and seally owe most of my sue
cess 70 her,"
That was all. Sylvia had received
the formal wedding announcement and
had suffered until she thought her
heart would break. But hearts are
flexible. as old nature has reminded us
again and again, and while they may
become weak in spots, they are per-
fectly able to bend themselves into an
other direction, another love-or work.
Sylvia chose the latter. She could
never love again. she was sure. stan
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-10-18
Peaches Are Not Sour Grapes

taps ON the shutters, sunnmoning Lor-
raine to her.
And bring the boy, too" she added
in a squeaky voice as she saw Lor-
raine tribe reticent.
The two ascended the crooked old
stairs together and within few min
utes Peter found himself viewing in
reality what lie had drawn all kinds of
imaginative pictures around in his Own
youthful mind.
The Witch was seated at her rick
ETY. old dressing table. a myriad cob
webs over its surface and entwining
the rich old carvings on its broad top
the Witch--her hair as white as
snow and her eyelashes of the same
hue. Peter truly believed the stories
he had heard The darkness of her
cave house had bleached all the color
ing out Of her hsir. even her face was
followed with a ghostly, nluish-white
pallor, Then Peter noticed the witch's
dress. Her thin, scrawny body was
swathed In an ivory-tinted satin gown.
Over her head was a spray OF artificial
orange blossoms, holding In place over
her white hair a long, flowing veil. II
was a wedding eostume--but II took
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-10-18

ley bad been her 6rst and only sweet
heart and she still clung to him spir'
itually.
That had been ten years ago and
Sylvia had come TO New York with al
unconscious suspicion that she would
run across him some day. Her voice
offered q means Of livelihood and. sus-
tanned by her sparkling beauty and be-
witchiug personality, New York decid-
ed 10 show her Off She was thest-
rioal success Enthusiastically and every
one In the big, critical town loved her,
Mr.. Roman, her manager, most OF all.
Sylvia had a sort Of reverent respect
for this 1ne. red-blooded type of man,
but the chains of her own ideals which
bound her to the past forbade her al
lowing any sentiment to creep into
their platonic friendship.
Sylvia awoke from her reverie with
a start. She glanced at the little gold
clock on the mantel then jumped to
her feet. She had been dozing surely
1T was after 3 O'Clock.
The next morning when sylvia ar
rived at the steamer she found that
Mr.. Roman had done his best at the
last moment NO. the purser in
formed her. "the suite de luxe has been
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-10-18

in this new drama
But away With that, she reminded
herself as she arose TO meet the many
hands that were extended to her before
departing. Gracefully she extended
her hand. bowed and smiled to each
guest as they took their leave one BY
one
When the last guest had gone, Syl-
via sank into heavy upholstered chair
in her apartment and breathed little
sigh. II was not sigh of relief, as
one might suppose. hut one of rem
iniscence. Always since she had left
the little Southern town which boast
ed Of her now, after festive occasions
like this OF tonight. sylvias thoughts
would revert To the one big love affair
that had changed her entire life.
She might never have seen stage
or Q foouight OF that fascinating ex-
precision on the faces of her many au-
dfenees had il not been for Stanley
Harrison. He had been the cause Of
all her success In a roundabout way,
and yet, when Sylvia reflected. she
would SO much rather have been an
little housewife-had Stanley
been her lord and master. Now she
svayed all men With her sparkling
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-10-18
BY Elsie Endicotf

taken some tilne in advance. Sorry
madam. but all we could accommodate
YOU with~when Mr., Roman telephoned
us this morning was stateroom with
beds in II. One OF the beds has al
ready been engaged; will you accept
the other7"
Sylvia accepted II reluctantly. She
spurned fate that had kept her in sus-
pense up until the very last night be-
fore the steamer sailed. But such was
the spirit of adventure. she argued.
and finally succumbed rather than
wait another two weeks for the next
steamer,
Her room mate was charming com
panion--for two days. Then the world
famed monster got her, sea sickness,
sylvia. with q stewardess' help. helped
her all she could.
Then one day along toward the end
of the trip her companion began to raj
Is. and simultaneously she gave Syl-
via confidence.
my heart is broken with my hus-
band" she concluded. I've got to keep
travelling and having change OF seen
cry all the time, else I'd go mad. Ho
is SO fakle. Why. he doesn't even at
tempt 10 defend me, his wife, when
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family in the vicinity, was strolline
along the roadway when he spied Lor-
raine. He walked closer to the gate
TO make sure, for Peter, too, was sus-
ceptible to the many ghost stories that
hovered around the old estate, and as
he did Lorraine saw him.
She walked directly toward the gate
and then smiled. II was like ray OF
sunshine surrounding her dainty pink
ish face as she stood there beaming
on the youth for more than a minute.
Won't you come in and have game
of tennis, boy?" Lorraine asked in the
charming little informal way that
seemed to befit her personality alone.
There aren't any spooks arounc,
are there?" Peter asked, his eyes a
trifie distended as he made a move
ment to unbolt the heavy iron gate.
silly she answered. and drew him
by the hand in on the smooth green
lawn and to the back where lay the
most beautifully kept tennis court Pc
tar had ever seen, He had never even
heard before OF this genuine nugget
and on the witchs estate.
Then the Witch peering through the
shutters on the top floor of the old
castle, tapped her customary three
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-10-18

personality, SO that there was scarcely
one not at her beck and call. She
would rather have had but one, and
that Stanley Harrison alone.
They had known and loved each 9th
er almost since babyhood. Syivia's
thought turned back twenty years and
she remembered wildly how he used
To walk home from the village school
with her and how he had carried her
books iu his juvenile display of sal
lantry. Then as her thoughts wander
ed on, she remembered, too. how one
day "freshie" at the school pulled her
long. black curl hard enough 10 make
her little pink scalp ache, and when
he had stood up deaantly and hoasted
of IL to Stanley. the latter, TO the hor-
ror and hurt of her awakening heart.
had run away. She little thought, as
many of the elder community predict
ed. that he was really q Stacker.
There followed swiftly Sylvia's hrst
long frocks, then the gradual elevation
of her massive black curls until the
result at is was a coiffure which
would have delighted the artistic and
somewhat intrinsically inclined eye OF
any fashionable hairdresser on the
avenue in New York.
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moment or two for Peter 10 realize it,
so old aud worn We're the materials
The Witch turned her faded blue
eyes upon the boy.
you like my Lorraine?" she asked,
in high, almost uncanny ZONES.
Peter looked for a moment al the
beautiful girl who completed the tri-
angle. "Why-yes, indeed-she is
very beautiful" be added, stammering
for moment with fear.
"Ah--ha-that IL sood-she is beau
tiful." the Witch echoed with a little
hollow tone in her voice. indicating
pleasure a. far as her frozen soul
could sense II.
Then she dismissed The two with a
wave of her thin hand, her eyes fas-
tened to Lorraine's graceful figure un-
I'll they were down the stairway and
out OF sight,
And SO their friendship grew,
Then one day some months later
Lorraine tiptoed to her aunts side, a
radiant glow illuminating her beauti-
ful features.
"AuDtie,' she said hesitatingly,
"auntie--he's proposed TO me--he
wants me TO marry him--he says-he
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people talk. Death" she finished. al
most with sob. will be a great re-
lief to me-"
Sylyias heart was filled with sym
PATTY She knew the frail little won
an had suffered intensely; it was writ
ten In, every feature of her little wor
died face.
The next morning Sylvia opened the
stateroom door herself to recei--> a ra-
diogram for her room ma1e.
TO Mrs. Stanley Harrison" it read
Sylvia collapsed
early that fall, after Sylvia had
spent an emotional few weeks at the
home of Mr.. and Mrs. Stanley Harrison
In Rio de Janeiro, and she had seen
for herself, New York boasted OF the
wedding of the Broadway favorite to
Mr. Bradley Roman, theatrical man
ager.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-10-18
The Seventh Pearl

Who we're those people who jus,
left?" asked at length.
The lady, 10 be exact?"
We'll. yes" smiled at his explicit.
ness. She looked rather unusual, you
know. One of yeur movie queens.
suppose"
Not much. no sir, not much, but ex-
peot they would be glad enough to get
her. Wonderfully beautiful creature
Isn't sheg" ] was surprised at this un-
usual speech. that is il was rather
sudden Tor Brady Callahan.
There's park two blocks down.
let's walk down there by the fountain. .
We settled ourselves in a semi-eir-
Gle bench close 10 the fountain and
Callahan rehlled his pipe with that
slow and steady exaetness OF his and
twisted himself into a comfortable po-
sition, General sherman curled him
self on the pebbles at Callahan's feet
and premptly closed his topaz eyes,
csllshan's gaze sought the horizon
line,
"That man was Lucky Wentworth,
junior partner of the Wentworth,
Chanslor 3 Wentworth Company The
lady Is his two-months-old bride,
Three and a half years ago she came
to this country straight from the river
Nile. She was picture in herself
with waving palms, gondoias and filmy
dancing girls in the background. Her
garments seemed TO move rythmaticsl-
ly with the time Of some hidden East
ern music.
ever heard Of Castel Mccormick?
Probably not" he went on with only
glance at me, you were too young.
Mccormick was a great adventurer. He
has penetrated practically every inch
of ground in the mysterious jungles Of
the Southern Pacific that White man has
ever touched or very likely to touch.
Mccormick was also intimate friend of
Lucky Wentworth, senior, Wentworth,
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-10-18
By Abner Anthony

possible for her 70 do 50. She had sa;
all pisht thinking OF Peter. her prince
charming.
The old lady trembled with rage un-
til Lorraine could almost hear her
bones rattle. "You wretch" she cried.
you migrate" Then, as though max
ing a terrific effort 10 reach out and
strike Lorraine. she tumbled out of
her rickety horse-hair chair and fell
dead on the floor.
Lorraine was frightened She called
Nanny Betty. and together they ar
ranged to lay the sad, crippled with
revenge. old witch Of the community
In her last resting nlace--in her cher
ished wedding gown.
"She sho' couldn't make a thunder
cloud out o. a product o. sunshine. ="
was Betty's last comment as few
weeks later she stood In the doorway
of the old castle waving farewell 60
the newly married couple.
mo, Stree" she said. shaking her
kinky old head and with smile OF
pleasure on her dark, old face, "loye
don't SO thata way. It's nat'ul all
right. and yo' can't make sour grapes
out O. peach.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-10-18

which had grown old and dusty under
its weight of heavy spun cobwebs, she
always spent huge sums of money for
the most modern and fascinating
clothes Lorraine's little feminine heart
Eould- desire, And in order to make
sure Lorraine would have the best and
dsintiest ever created, the witch would
ssnd along with her TO the shops old
Nanny Betty. the negro servant who
had lived with the Parsons family for
more than half a century. And Nanny
BETTY, faithful and spry yet, attended
10 the bills and on more than one oc-
easien rendered her good Judgment in
the matter of selections.
Today Lorraine was radiant in her
shimmsry lace white dress, garlanded
with tiny rosebuds. Her face reflected
all the beauty OF the eutdoors in direct
contrast TO that of the Witch, her aunt.
Lorraine was brought up in sunshine
and happiness-and the neighbors,
seeing her out with Nanny Betty ev-
cry day on the lawn around the stolld
old castle, grew all the more curious
about the Witch. II had been rumor-
ed and verified that she never saw day
light in twenty years.
Peter Coleman, son of the oldest
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loves me-"
The Witch turned upon Lorraine
with fiendish delight, shaking her
rickety old frame. and a piercing ex-
clamation rent the air.
Wonderful - wonderful-that's just
what l expected. Now is the time,
dearie-uow is the time. You must
break his heart--laugh in his face
when he speaks of love-throw his
love to the winds"
But, auntie, you don't understand
auntie'- The old woman was scowl-
ing so fercely now that Lorraine
stopped.
Child. haven't I raised you and
cared for you just for the pleasure of
these moments? You must break his
heart to atone for my misfortune. Do
you not know, child, that / was All
abandoned bride: Why do you think
I've kept my wedding gown IN for all
these years? Child. you must break his
heart---every mans heart--for my
sake-to atone" She stopped. breath
less, now. 1t was the longest speech
she had made in twenty years.
Early the next morning Lorraine
confessed TO her aunt that II was Inn
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worth received telegram one dag
from Mccormick TO come ~ onee, Y
at all possible, aud Wentworth rushed
over. II had been practically eight
years since Wentworth had been over
He found Mccormick in q modest
little English home he mad built for
himself, living with his daughter. Hts
health was falling and the doctors had
given him up. He wanted Wentworth
to take the girl to America and send
her TO a girls school TO briug her out.
He would give her all be had, which
would be sufficient TO take her through
school, but that after this she would
have to use the fortune left her by her
mothers people.
This fortune on her mothers side
was rather mythical affair. although
in six previous occasions II had turned
out TO be substantial enough, This
fortune was not obtainable until her
twenty-first birthday. or her marriage
day. should she be married before that
Niiiic, ~ cAiotahht udu pccoAic ahoN a.
back about six generations. 1t had,
up to date. consisted OF pearls. There
had BEEN seven pearls. One pearl was
To be given TO the arst born of each of
the following generations after the
death of the ancestor leaving the for
tune. Each pearl was worth no small
amount in itself, but there was mys-
terry about one, but no one had known
which one.
His daughter was 10 receive the sew
enth pearl. As she was 10 leave the
country. she was to have it now TO take
with her, but in order to comply with
the will as nearly as possible, she was
not going TO offer it for sale until the
specified time.
The other six had not disclosed any
thing marvellous when offered for sale
other than to bring good price. If
anyone of them had been the pearl. IL
had heen sold at random or was heipg
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senior Is the financial backbone and
considerable Of the brains OF the went-
worth q chanslor Corporation" He
took a long pull at his pipe and sazed
at me through his overhsnging brows.
The boys mother died when he was
but child and a maiden aunt, there
is always q maiden aunt, isn't there.
took care of him. The father spent a
great deal of his time with Mccormick
In Africa, the South Sea Islands and
at last In Egypt. Mccormick there
met and fell in love with a very beau
tiful Egyptian woman, a nohleweman
by birth, believe, and having an Eng-
lish grandfather.
Wentworth, after the wedding, came
home McCormick stayed, After an
elapse of about ave years, Wentworth
made hunting trip and wound It up
by coming back through Egypt to see
II he could and his old friend.
He finally traced him to --------e---
where he had gone into some kind of
hNeAao9o bA utthbuh. AuSld udN urNH
child. little sirl, and the mother
had died. The child was with her
grandparents. but he didn't intend
leaving her there. He wanted her 10
SO to some school, but he felt she was
too young to do without home love.
The rough life he had led had made
him tender like that for a woman, you
see even miniature one like his lit
tie daughter.
Wentworth did not get TO see the
child as the father could not leave his
business. He had not been suocessf1t
and yet he stayed. Said he had learn
ed to love the place where he had been
SO hapny for so short time and would
not leave.
II was a. longer interval still before
Wentworth made another trip, for his
business needed him Tbef war was
growing, Just before the Hamburg
American llne began 10 fermeut, Went
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H. you're just wenderful-beau-
tifuI," said old witch Parsons
as she surveyed her niece,

~ H. you're just wenderful-beau-
n tifuI," said old witch Parsons
as she surveyed her niece, a
smile around the corners Of her
hard, straight old mouth. Beautiful"
she repeated. as though squeezing all
the warmth from the word itself and
filing 1t with icicles from her own cold
breath
Lorraine Parsons had grown to girl
hood under the surveillance Of her
maiden aunt. whom the community
called "the Witch" She had lived for
twenty years in the barren old castle
around which mysterious stories had
been woven all during her occupancy.
Some said the house Was haunted, and
others even suspected they had seen
long, thin. white shadows rowing over
its roof and sitting snugiy under the
many pagodas that encircied the high
old tower On the left. No one knew
the truth. not even Lorraine herself,
although way down deep I'm her awak-
enfng heart she thought she sensed a
tragedy in the grim old dwelling.
But her aunt. although silent ON the
subject, was most induigent Although
the old lady sat In the same old horse
hair arm chair before q dressing table
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walked to the desk TO settle his bill
and she came slowly along the velvet
runner 10 the door. I knew the city
was teeming with the motion picture
people and at once set her down a.
one Of the stars. She was quite close
20 me now and paused To look over
her shoulder at the man at the desk
The eyes were large and violet, nm
ished with long fine brows, but she
did not have the appearance of beins
made up" u looked decidedly real
Her face was of olive tint, not too
dark to be attractive, Her suit was .
reddish brown. a hat 20 match ana
perfectly shod feet.
There was a slight stir in the lob
by. Several pairs of masculine eyes
looked over the rims OF their slasses
and tops Of their papers, One or tive
of the dosers shifted the tilted straws
sufficiently to look out the corner OF
one eye. The. two ladies in cool
white, knitting in one corner, began 20
buzz like two bees In the same flower
1t would be impossible for woman
like that 20 pass unnoticed.
The man Joined her and they passed
out into a waiting taxi and were
whisked away in the busy street.
I crossed the lobby to Callahan and
patted the dogs golden head at his
side.
well, we'll" he said in his slow
drawing way as he got to his feet,
"when did you get back TO this neck
Of the woods
The dog arose and stood by his side
waving a long shiny tail and as Cal
lahan stood there with his pipe in one
hand and the other extended, thought
what picture he would make entitled
Welcome"
When We sai down the Collie poked
a cold nosein .hy hand as IL TO assure
me he had v forgotten an old friend
of his mas "a
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treasured as Y family heirloom. The
pearls had been In y safety vault and
the heirs or heiresses had had his OF
her choice. They all appeared 10 be
as alike as peas. so there didn't seem
TO be much choice.
Wentworth stayed on month or so.
Mccormick seemed so low, and then
one day the end came. After the cere-
monies, Wentworth came home bring
ing the girl. Miriam. I believe Is her
name. with him. She was at once
placed in a reputable girls school for
a three year term. coming home for
Christmas only. Young Wentworth
was out of university slx mouths after
she came 10 America aud went right
into the arm with his father.
At the end OF her first year she came
home and Lucky wentworth. Jr,, lost
his head completely over her. Can you
blame him?" He flashed me another
quick look and then patted the dog low
ingly. "He was sent TO France then,
young Wentworth, for a couple OF
years, He came back about eight
months ago and they we're married-3ust
two months ago"
He stopped as II tho story ended, as
all stories do, in romance, but I
waited for the finish;
"And the pearl-"f
We'll, when they were married she
was anxious TO see of what her for
tune might consist; If the mysterious
pearl had been picked and lost in the
generations or whether IL still remain
ed to be solved. They went to a big
dealer down town and had the gem
examined. The dealer assured her it
was very fine imitation OF pearl,
but not a pearl, not real pearl. He
would give her dollar or so for 1t.
but certainly not much.
You can imagine her CONSERVATION.
She felt that the mysterious pearl had
indeed fallen in her lot, bur that II was