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East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13
BY Parke Whitney

Follow mel Over tho topl And down
with the ghosts foreveri" There was
tho real note OF command in his voice.
and everybody could see that Teasdals
was In earnest and was resolute In his
purpose.
And Captain Teasdale made one mad
lurch. He grabbed the ghost OF Isna-
clus Thompson, and ruthlessly tore
the white robe from his shadowy body.
which proved TO be not ETHEREAL at all.
but Just as material and carnAl as
anybody'sl other men. seeing that
the ghost was more human than spiatr
ual, became suddenly very brave and
Jumped into the fight with valor. Soon
the Turnpike cemetery was the scene
OF a mad struggle, a desperate melee.
Women cringed in fear, and wept, and
wrung their hands.
Suddenly a loud voice was heard
above the confusion: Boys" It said.
"its no use! We're foiledi The
games up!" And then q bunch Of
young fellows from the college on the
hill. untangling themselves from the
free -for-all. and dofnns their white
robes, stood forth and meekly gave
up tho ghost" as Il were.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13
By Algia Frances Brooks.

Help me doctor, to sit up. / must
tell her all about it. She must know
the truth before l die"
But you are going to live!" said
DR.. Maynard, smiling.
For eighteen years, DEAR" the man
began, "ever since that awful night at
the bank, have been alternately two
persons. l have been one, David Wes-
ton, and then, every once in a while,
something would tell me that l was
John Thayer. but / couldn't make out
anything clear. II wasn't until after
my operation here that could think
clearly. back OF those eighteen years,
and suddenly while lying here it all
camo TO mc--my name-my real iden-
tity--the truth about Logansvifle, and
you and the bank. 3, You
know, my dear, was nominated fer
supervisor. Robert shelton WAS
young man then just as | was. and
was very ambitious and was jealous OF
my popularity with the rank and file
OF tie people In Logansville. He
wanted 10 be tho political power OF the
town, and he feared that be never
could realize his ambition without re-
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13

voices in unison. 1T is John Thayer,
and now that he's found it'll be the
penitentary for himi"
Mary Goodwin and her brother
reached the hospital that evening
early. Thayer's doctor awaited them,
and taking them into private consul
tation room told them the story.
while under the ether" explain
ed the doctor, "the man told about
having been cashier Of bank in
Logansville, and he continually re-
,peated, Don't shoot! Don't shootI'"
"oh. may see him?" Miss Goodwin
exclaimed impatiently.
She and her brother we're straight
way ushered into the patients room.
The man rose up slightly upon his pill
low and looked at the woman before
him. For moment be seemed dazed,
and then, when the woman smiled. he
reached out his arms and exclaimed
"Maryl II is you, after all Of these
yearsi"
John, have loved you all the time
believed IN you!" Falling down up
on her knees by the bed she kiBscd
his hand impulsFely.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13

for days, my mind was . blank.
knew Of nothing else that happened
until six months afterwards when I
was selling insurance in Oakland. I
was now another man; was David
Weston; but my mind was haunted By
the shadow OF another personality, and
dear. your face kept coming to mo,
though couldn't place you or speak
your namei I am now myself againi
4 am John Thayer! And you dear. are
you still mine--have you found an
other to-"
mol Nol' said Mary, leaning over
and kissing him, Il am yours dear,
now just as / was the night you left
Logansville and the years that have
followed"
The next morning Mary Goodwin
and her brother we're at breakfast at
the hotel. Fred was reading the morn
ing paper. Suddenly he exclaimed.
Sister, listenl Here's a dispatch
from Logansville! Let me read It:
Robert shelton, prominent Logansville
citizen. commits suicide. Confesses to
robbing bank eighteen years ago. Bank
of which he was president"
Mary Goodwin burst into tears and
hid her face in'her hands. at last
at last" she sobbed--"John is"
"Vindicatedi" said her brother.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13

the way TO the living room.
Mile went over to the window. and.
with her emotions In q tumult, stood
looking down the street
Her companion produced from his
pocket little flgure Of Cupid, which
he placed on top Of the telephone COW
ering.
The girl with troubled eyes still gaS-
cd streetward.
Noil next took the ring and hung II
on the tip OF Cupid's arrow. Then he
called:
Come Mile, look at your lovely
flowers. The girl turned slowly,
caught sight Of the ring sparkling its
welcome. and with q little auivering
sigh she cried out:
"oh, my dear. darling ring. I've
missed 1t sol" And she eagerly snatch
ed It from Its place. Then she looked
at Neil. who tried his utmost to con-
ceal the michfevous twinkle In his
eyes.
But Mile saw II and challenged:
why don't you say what woman
would THAT "if you wanted flowers
from me you'll wear them; and when
you want this ring you'll ask for it.
I do ask you for your ring. Neil and I
do want the flowers you bring. I found
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13
The White Eagle

ing to do few figure eights and turn
over few times!-we're getting to
the. big city and 1 want to show 'em
what the White Eagle can do!'
what big cityr I gasped, in utter
bewilderment, clutching desperately to
the railing and trying instinctively to
dig my toes into the floor.
"London!' he said.
"Londoni' calculated. why man,
you're crazy-er, that is. am!-we
haven't crossed the pond yeti
"'Hold tight!' he muttered again
through his teeth.
And we plunged down, down! My
heart was in my mouth. could hear
IL pounding against my ribs and 1t
sounded louder than clock This was
worse than taking drop in an eleva-
tor from the twenty-second floor. The
engine breathed heavily, and seemed
to gasp, and then take another breath.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13

one questions. such as Who does this
machine belong to? Where did 1t come
from? and Who are you anyhow To
all of these interrogations the driver
simply replied, sit tight! This Is
the White Eagle! We are on our way!
Then finally. decided to look
down at the country We were flying
over. 1t was a fascinating pastime,
/ can tell you. Vast prairies OF waving
wheat and grain were spread out be-
meath us; grazing cattle and horses
looked like moving insects or ants;
villages appeared as IL something
heavy had fallen upon them. and they
were all spread out or fiattened out,
while church steeples looked like
toothpicks that had been fixed on
dolls house.
Suddenly l felt the machine trem-
BILE and shake. and the driver turned
to me and said. Hold tight! I'm go
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13
The Love That Lived

well thought of and was one Of the
comm men Of the county, and l be-
lieve that he was gettin' to be too pop
ulsr to suit Robert Shelton!"
well. it's all-fred queer, however
you figure it," responded someone in
the company. "And Baker, he knows
more than he's a'tellin'. Men, lets go
back to the station and make him show
his hand, tell US what was in that
blamed telegram"
TITS a go!" shouted the crowd. and
the men strode out OF the hotel. Bak-
er didn't want to talk. He was silent
or tried TO be. Let US see a copy OF
that telegram" demanded the crowd
Reluctantly Baker produced yellow
piece of paper and handed it to one ol
the crowd who read IT aloud. It was
from St. Lary's Hospital. Delphia City
and read as follows:
miss Mary Goodwin, Logansville.
Patient David Weston while under
ether in operation stated his name to
be John Thayer. He called repeatedly
for you. VIII you GOMEZ
DIR. CHAs. MAYNARD"
MY God!" exclaimed dozen
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13

At q tremendous rate of speed In as
nne an sirplane as the genius Of man
could conceiye!
"I was not alone. of course. There
was a driver with mel might say, a
chauffeur. I shall never forget him.
He was q sturdy. silent fellow who
was Indifferent to my presence and sat
tight in his seat while he piloted that
big plane through the painless air over
the villages and prairies OF southern
Illinois. He had a black, closely
clipped mustache, and little, penetrat-
ing eyes which he occasionally turned
upon me and looked through my soul
like an X-ray.
Finding myself in this airplane,
plowing through space at 5o-mile an
hour clip, 1 was naturally somewhat
disturbed and not a little frightened. I
couldn't understand how 1 got there.
The driver himself seemed a trife sur
prised to see me, but he soon took my
presence for granted. I was complete
ly bewildered by my surroundings and
situation. I speculated hopelessly,
and wondered If had suddenly become
insane for 1 distinctly remembered
having taken the train out Of st. Louis.
tried to engage the driver in CONVEX
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13

sation repeatedly, but he was exceed
ingly non-communicative and, simply
said over and over again, sit tight!
Sit tight! This is the White Eagle!
We're on our way!'
"Of course. knew we were 'on our
way but where to was what interest
ed me, and how in thunder landed in
that airship! The White Eagle! an
appropriate name ruminated.
After fruitless speculation and
mental agony finally decided to make
the best Of the situation and enjoy the
novel and wonderful experience. l had
long been interested in the possibility
of mans being able to build an airship
which would actually ny, and now 1
was in one, and was flying, so decided
that I might as well "sit slight" as l
was instructed and enjoy the adven-
ture If that were possible.
81 asked the driver a thousand and
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13

spp5SEed in a coach.
ct always believed in John Thayer.
and despite the evidence I never can
think he took that ten thousand" said
Thomas Brooks, the white-haired ho-
tel-keeper, TO a couple of village resi-
dents who walked with him down the
plank walk towards town.
For some reason the crowd at the
station followed Brooks into the hotel.
Everybody was Interested and knew
that something was happening. They
were nearly all acquainted with the
LogansviHe bank robbery and general
ly supposed that John Thayer had alb
seconded with the funds. There was
just one person in the town who knew
better, who was positive about IL, and
that was Mary Goodwin. a young
woman TO whom Thsyer had been en-
gagged. Through these eighteen years
she had refused 10 believe in his guilt,
aud even now she was waiting. with
hope iu her heart. for his return.
1T was all mighty strange anyhow"
said one OF the old settlers as the
crowd nst around the hotel lobby. III
was a strange thing. John Thsyer was
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13
Over the Phone

catch sight of her outstretched arms,
Why Mile Clayton should drop into
a chair and burst into tears when she
had accomplished the thing she desir-
ed, was mystery.
Soon, dlsgusted with herself. she
dashed away her tears.
What a silly goose am! Ill look
like fright at the party this evening.
No Neil Burnson shall keep me away.
I must telephone soon for my flowers.
Neil always attends to 1t for me. But
I-d-dont care"
Half an hour later Millie called up
the florist and made him promise an
early delivery. She must have them
early. She banged UP the receiver as
an outlet for her feelings.
A picture the girl made in her SHIN
mering party dress Of pale green. 1t
set off the healthy pink in her face.
and her wavy brown hair. and her
brown eyes, still emitting defiance that
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13

- EE stood there before him like
an ayenging angel. She ig-
nored the admiration cleaning
from his honest gray eyes.
Then catching sight OF his good-ns-
tured smile, she snapped:
IL Just hate people that never get
anpy-tust smile. smile"
That remark deepened the smile on
Neil Burnson's cheery face.
But, Mile, If you knew how exas-
peratingly pretty you look In one Of
your. h'm!-tantrums II you keep
on"
"TantrumsI it's honest to goodness
disgust and indifference to any nattery
you give me"
las I was saying" resumed the i'm
perturbable youth, IF you don't stop
looking so aggravatingly charging,
why, l shall be compelled to take you
in my arms"
That's Just what I'm trying to make
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13

Wv YHATs in the air?" asked
" young Bill Sherwood OF
slim" Baker. the station
agent, who was standing in the door
way and playing nervously with The
awning rope.
Il dunno" he replied, shaking his
head.
You know IL anybody does" said a
voice back Of Bill Sherwood: Il heard
this morning that you phoned tele-
gram over TO Mary Goodwin, and now
she and Fred are going 20 the city.
III bet they've found John Thayer'
Eh, Baker7"
The speaker was Dale Morrison, tho
blacksmith. He was an old resident OF
Logansville and knew something about
the Thayer scrspo and the looting Of
the Logansvillo bank eighteen years
before. III Thsyer'a oonv 10 life u
het he'll make it bot for shelton OBJ
s-r,-~i ths ilahgNnith
o." ns .n1w d blame Thug about H.
protested Bakgr
In another minute the train had
pulled into the station. and Mary
Goodwin and her brother Fred had dis
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13

but gave sparkle TO the portrait.
She gave a pat TO the silky folds OF
her dress. then looked at the clock.
Eight o'clock. and no flowers have
come! And I've patronized that florist
for SO long a time. I'll Just leave
him." she pouted.
She looked down at her girdle where
the flowers ought to be resting. Then
her glance travelled to her left hand.
How queer it seems with mo
r-ring. But girl can't wear every
thing" she argued inwardly. "oh, 1t
seems to-so lonesome-my ring and
him gone"
She looked in her mirror and began
to study the radiant reflection in IT,
Perhaps I was too quick, and child
h--per-haps-I-was," she drawled.
"If I'm old enough to be a society
woman, I'm old enough to have little
patience with Neil. He's such boy!
Besides, do miss my ring and him"
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13

clear to you. You have done that for
the last timel Here. there's no use to
prolong the scene"
Mile stepped nearer, and snatching
the ring from her finger, she crushed
II down into his hand.
Her companions eyes clouded lit
tie as he answered.
''I say, Millie, aren't you carrying
your little farce too farl It's only a
trivial thing and you know It.
Farce, indeed! Neil Burnson,
There's another thing. You needn't
order those flowers for me; I'll tele-
phone myself"
Then the fellow that never got
mad" said hastily:
See here, yopng lady, the next time
I order any flowers for you, you'll
wear them. And when you want that
ring, you'll ask for It. Good-by."
And Neil was off. He didn't see the
girls face pale. he was too angry to
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13
By Phil Moore

loud peal at the door bell startled
her.
There's the flowers. I'll go my
self" She tripped down the stairs
and turned to open the door. and there
stood Neil with a box OF flowers.
The girls face lighted unconscious
ly. The young mans heart beat fast
er.
why, Nell Burnson, didn't tell
you not to-engage-"
Neil threw out his hand.
When a young lady. ones own
nancee,"--Millie's head lifted dedantly
--"orders me on the telephone to bring
her flowers early, ] obey" He ended
with low bow.
But telephoned to the florist
explained Milly.
you thought you did. dear girl; but
your numbers got mixed. So here
am ready to escort you to the party,
and the shameless fellow calmly led
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13
A suMMoNs

You are hereby summoned to appear
at the Old Turnpike cemetery. Cedar
Vile. Thursday night Nov. aoth. at IL
o'clock sharp. The dead are risen and
alive againI We must speak TO you OF
matters that concern your eternal des-
tiny. Your refusal TO obey this sum
mons will bring upon you the torments
OF an haunted soull
(sined)
Squire Ehenezer Phillibrown.
dead these forty yearsl
Deacon Jonathan Williams
departed these thirty yearsl
Captain Ignacius Thompson.
(Being dead since Zachary Taylor was
presidenO.
Over two hundred OF these wterd
epistles had been received by citizens
of Cedarville. The recipients were all
practical men and women. and not be-
lievers in ghosts or apparitions, and
yet this letter was so strange and un-
usual and bore such convincing ear
marks Of having emanated from the
City of the Dead. that 1t proved abso-
Iutely convincing, and all receiving the
letter deemed it wise to keep their
own counsel leach believing that he
was undoubtedly the SOLO recipienD
and to meekly obey the summons upon
the night stipulated.
AS It neared IL o'clock on the night
of November Goth the moon shope
brightly and cast its spectre shadows,
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13

moving me from the path. My nom
ination to run against him in the cleo
ton for supervisor was more than he
could stand or tolerate. He simply
had to get me out of the way, and he
took a means to accomplish his pur-
pose WHICH proved my ruin and your
unhappiness. I look back upon 1t now
and realize that was a coward, a
miserable coward, but It is no use to
regret or condemn myself-it is all in
the past. Shelton continually warned
me not to oppose him politically.
said that IL l did he would
drive me out Of Logansville, would
ruin me forever. and made other
threats, but / disregarded them and
accepted the nomination. AS you
know / was cashier OF the Merchants
National Bank at the time. Well. on
the night that 1 accepted the nomlna-
books; Shelton. using a skeleton key
managed to force his entrance; he
suddenly appeared at my desk, put
revolver to my forehead. and said,
'rhayet, give me every cent there is
in this bank and leave on the mid
night train. and mover rciurn- shall
have two men at tho station to see that
you obey my orders. Hand over that
money or --I-shoot!' / saw that he
was desperate. j was overcome by
fright, and I obeyed--handed him ten
thousand dollars. And that night I
took the 1910 train for the city. ire
member reaching Chicago; but there,
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13
This Is Made In Boston.

so this is your famous Beacon
street?" said Major x. as he strolled
with his friend along past the State
house. Frankly. I'm surprised. I
had always heard that II was q vary
exclusive street, you know"
well. so It is." said the other man.
"Eh! old chap. how can you say sof
Why II positively verges on the Com
mon"
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13
rNHERE was an under eurrent OF

excitement In Cedarvilla The
very atmosphere OF the vii
lage was tense and electric with emo-
ton. Everybody seemed to be hugging
= deep secret which he could not or
would not divulse, and there was a
rcucence when old residents met
which was unusual and entirely unlike
Cedarville, which was noted not only
for being a college center but also for
being one of the most social and hos
pitable villages on the c. and A. rail-
road.
Something strange had happened,
that was evident-or was going to hap
pen--somethinG mysterious and some
thing that touched the lives OF a great
many persons Yet no ono would
mention the matter TO another. or ad-
NIT that there was anything unusual
troubling his mind.
The fact was. that during the past
week or more leading citizens had re-
ceived strange and mysterious epistles
through the mAil-epistles written in
scarlet upon thin black paper. Each
epistle bore the ensignia of the skull
and crossbones and even possessed the
dank odor Of parchments OF bygone
ages, suggesting that they had been
hidden for centuries In tomb or sep
ulchre. Each OF these epistiles was
written IN . bold. scrawling hand. and
read as follows;
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13

out how trivial I'd been a. soon as
you left me. Neil; was 80 lonelyl"
Neil stood patting the telephone
Good old telephone! You played a
successful part as Cupid that time" be
exultcd.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13

Duff (the inquisitive)-Hullc. old
man. how did you get your hand
hurt7
Bluh (ths oonviviaD-oh. was
walking homo from the club last night
and a clumsy idiot trod on my fingers.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13
BY Parke Whitney

doctor says you Will livel But do not
novel
II heard agonizing cries about me.
I saw men with stretchers pass BY me.
hurrying. That woman was nursei
i understood then-I had been in a
railroad wreckl"
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13

Hunt-Yes; had narrow escape
from a rhinoceros.
Quiz-And what saved your
Hunt suspect that the fact that
the rhinoceros could not climb tree
had something to do, with It.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13
Secondary Consideration.

widower-"I suppose that when you
recall what q handsome man your frst
husband was you wouldn't consider me
for a minute?"
Z Widow-"oh. yes. would. But I
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13

(which side do you wish your hair
combedf" asked the barber. who ap-
peared to be trying to make q hole in
the customers head with his comb.
"on the outside. please"
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-03-13

she-"I never could see why theT
call a boat she"
He-"Evidently you never tried to
steer onA"
The Dolores star., 1920-02-06
DADD1J EVENING
E9EA!RY TALL
EA G nory Graham
N Bonner @C%rS@s,
MR.. AND MRS. AoUDAD.

"Well. Nick" said Daddy. at is your
turn to say what the story is TO be
about this evening, only please don't
ask me to tell you about something
I've never heard of before. And don't
ask me to tell you about a little girl
or a little boy never heard of !"
81 won't" laughed Nick. and Nancy
sat on the edge Of the chair wonder
ing what Nick would choose
81 think I'd like to hear story
about Mr.. and Mrs. Aoudad or the
Barbary Wild Sheep pair" said Nick.
Nancy burst out laughing.
What are you laughing at?" asked
Nick.
"Oh. you know" said Nancy. "You
want to hear about old Mr.. Aoudad
and how much Mrs. Aoudad admires
example. Well. Daddy. you have told
us that he's conceited old fellow.
too. so go ahead and tell the story,
please"
I'D forgotten about his being con-
ceited," said Nick, but I will be
good sport and as long as l asked for
a story about them in the first place
them"
"AlI right" said Daddy. Here
goes,
"Mr. and Mrs. Aoudad were in the
zoo. 1t was almost dinner time.
"'Dinner time, my love- said Mrs.
Aoudad to her mate
"'Thats good; I'm hungry said Mr..
Aoudad
$50 am L. said Mrs. Aoudad.
well, if I don't eat up everything
the keeper gives us you can have what
l leave said Mr.. Aoudad.
"'Couldn't I have my dinner with
you for Il changer asked Mrs. Aoudad.
Gracious, no. said Mr.. Aoudad.
That would spoil you. You have to
remember that / must eat first and
when I am through you eat. You
know what happens when you try to
eat at the same time that do
ayes, | know said Mrs. Aoudad
sadly. You always push me away
Certainly said Mr.. Aoudad, for
have to show you your placer
land that is far away from the
dinner when the dinner comes said
Mrs. Aouda1.
".Far away from the dinner when
the dinner comes said Mr.. Aoudad.
but near what is left of the dinner
when Mr. Aoudad, your fine mate, is
through.
"'Now. Mrs. Aoudad. before dinner
comes, you admire me while l stand
in many graceful positions for you
$50 Mr. Aoudad strutted this way
and that, and stood this way and that,