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The circle banner. [volume] (Circle, Mont.) 1914-1939, 1920-10-08
BY RALPH BEMIS

From the center of night life &C
tivity in Neihart's early day to the
last stages of decreptftude with leaky
roof and lightless windows staring
out upon our busy streets, stands
gaunt and empty building occasion
ally used for the storage of junk and
rapidly becoming unfit even for that
lowly purpose. It once had name
known far and wide and even that
had passed from our memory until
recalled through happening to glance
from the window of the train the
other day when our eye was caught
by an advertising sign painted on
convenient rock face a few miles
down the canyon, 1.-THE Combination,
Mix & Johnson" With lightning
speed memory dropped 80 years OF
life's struggle and we were young
again, the world before us, when men
worked and played with equal vigor
and rose by their own exertions or
fell through their own errors.
For many years the Combination
was the meeting place and play
ground of the life of early day Mel
hart's population of the masculine
gender. 1t was typically and frank
ly a licensed saloon and gambling
house. There we're others, of course,
but the Combination for a long time
was easily the leader, and If one de-
sired to meet an acquaintance 1t was
only necessary to go there and II not
found there at once, to simply wait.
He was sure to be there sooner or
later.
Every brand of humanity which
obeyed the call to mining camp life
has passed its portal at one time or
another, for the hospitality it pur-
veyed was open to all. Within its
walls have been enacted high revelry, |
comedy, tragedy and despair.
Where Fortunes Changed Hands
Fortunes have ben won and lost
upon its tables In high play and un-
told money squandered across. its
bar Pale-faced faro dealers have
taken with deft hands and equal i'm
perturbability the chips lost by white
men, negroes and Cinnamon. High
rollers have sat around its poker
tables and lost and won vast sums
with varying displays of tempera-
ment and temper. Quieter patrons
have sat for hours listening to the
generally quite excellent orchestra
which was employed during the even
ing hours while hunger was cared
for night or day by most capable
chef, who held sway in the rear OF
the building. L
The saloon was always open and
there were no dull moments night or
day. but mostly 1t was good nRtur-
I'D crowd. Fights there we're of
course, and one or two grim TRACE J
lies.
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MEANS MONEY FOR
MONTANA TOWNS
CENTERS ON PARK-TO-PARK
HIGHWAY GET REVENUE
FROM TOURISTS

Automobile Tourists Leave an Aver
age of So Per Day With Merchants,
Hotelmen and Dealers in Automo-
bile Supplies; Is Big Sum in the
Aggregate.
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By Jane Mclean.

ga II, but not alone. Don Car
~ los" Julian broke in. II
a am to have the honor of
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man who hoped to become ambas-
sador to the United States.
His smile was enigmatic as he
spoke of the coming event in the
Cafe Grenada; yet he said nothing
but the usual commonplaces.
you smile" remarked one of his
cronies. "Why so?"
Don Alvarez shruggedNhis shoul-
ders, leaving it to be inferred that
his smile had a reason, but that he
was too much of 4 gentleman to
put into words.
He realized the cleverness of his
tactics-no one better-and when
he had gone the others at the table
began to wonder in this wise:
Now what does he know. Why
does he assume this air of secrecy"
Thus the world began to disap-
prove even before Don Julian led
Teodora to the altar.
The event itself was one of the
smartest and solemnized in a splen-
aid setting noteworthy for simple
lty and elegance. In the private
chapel of the big house of the bride
groom the man and the girl pledged
their faith and later watched the
dances in their honor and received
the fluctuations of their friends.
Flowers were everywhere han
plness was everywhere: the gifts
were rich and many, and from the
soVereigns came congratulations
highly priced.
To Be Continued Tomorrow.
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When q Girl Murries
BY Anne Lisle.

. pleaded for a chance to see you
again. 1t was Irma Warren"
"Irma Warren" | repeated idly.
Then a flash of memory recalled
her pleasantly. That's Mr.. Hal
danes niece, isn't it? The nice,
little, old-fashioned thing who
keeps house for her uncle. and who
was so sweet. to us when we went
there to do our work that time he
was laid up with bronchitis"
THE very one" replied Carl
She strikes me as mighty nice
girl. No nonsense or swagger to
her. just as friendly as If she were
a little nobody instead OF the boss
kin. She seems to admire you
lot. Barbara Anne. Soc how can
we fix it up for you to meet again.
A janglinS laugh from Daisy in
terrupted him.
I'VE don't seem included in this
party. Mr.. Harrison. 1t looks as
If we were partners again--in mis-
cry this time, instead of setting a
table. Do you mind being cast into
the discard with me like this?' she
challenged bodily.
A WAY OUT.
NY gallant Jim. never at a loss
for graceful thing to say, was
almost awkward now. He couldn't
hide that he did mind being paired
off with Daisy. for he almost thrust
himself into the foreground in his
determination to end the easy
friendliness Carl seemed to take
for granted.
"If Miss Warren wants to re-
anew her acquaintance with my
wife" he said possessively, "why
can't we have her and her uncle in
for dinner? You were always very
fond of Mr.. Haldanc, weren't you,
Amer
That's n jolly good idea" said
Carl heartily, DAISY ought to have
a chance to know a wholesome, real
girl like Irma Warren. You're right
when you figure that the chief isn't
a bit of a snob. He'll be as glad to
dine with Daisy and me as IL we
were regular swells.
Eyes. he will be glad to dine with
one of his little stenographers-ye
he will" murmured Daisy, bitterly.
But, ignoring her comment, we
settled on a night that would do for
all OF us, If 1t suited Mr.. Haldane
and his niece. Then we made a
great lark of clearing the table and
washing the dishes. After that
Carl suggested bridgc--a game at
which I'm not at all expert. But
on seeing the eager look that al
ways comes to Jim's face at the
mere mention of a game of chance,
] agreed.
AS we sat down to the table 7
noticed the avid expression on
Daisy's face. 1t had lighted to alb
solute cagerness. This might have
been because, she had drawn Carl
for a partner, but l had a Seeling
that II was due to something else.
Daisy's expression was so akin to
Jim's--the gamblers eagerness.
what are we playing for?"
asked Daisy.
] choked back the impulse to cry
out: How dare little-paid worker
like you play for money ?"wBut Jim,
seeming to perceive Daisy for the
first time, murmured approvingly:
Good for you, little SPORT"
Ito he Coptinucd.)
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Alma

And ever thus the story goes. Upon
a summer day most any fellow.
suppose. would like to take a little
doze of forty winks, we'll say. Yet.
just when | have shed my coat my
collar and cravat, my restful atti-
tude you note. Necessity, and blithe-
~ quote: Hey, boy, come out of
that" These August days I'd like a
trip where - is cool and nice; I'd
fain go sailing on a ship down some
secluded Arctice strip all hedged
about with ice. But when ] almost
have il planned and start to pack
my trunk, / hear your merciless de-
mand: Look out, old chap, or
you'll get canned unless you quit
this bunk" Necessity, Necessity,
you keep me in the ring; care not
how you romp on me, for if you
did not probably I would not do a
thing. Though grumbling on my
lazy days Of how you dog each step,
in truth, Necessity, ] praise your
painful prods and watchful ways
that keep me filled with pep. There
Is no doubt, Necessity. it's you that
makes Earth spin, so when | hear
your stern decree l never dare to
disagree, but simply pitch right in.
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HE WORLD AND HIS WIFE Ani %TMX i1 RTBESs RF; S;i"
THE RESTLESS SEX
A Romantic Film Drama With
MARION DA VLES
ByRobert W. Chambers.
ByRobert w. Chambers.
(Continued from Yssterdsyo

"lm sorry! I'm selfish. Id do
everything dad wished. cheerfully.
You'll go abroad and educate your
fession. And some day I'll find out
what l really am fitted to do, and
then I'll go abroad and study. too"
you'll be twenty, then. Steve
just the age TO know what you
really want TO do"
She nodded, listlessly. kneeling
there beside his chair. her cheek
resting on her claspcd hands. her
gray eyes fixed on the dying Goals.
After a long silence she said:
Jim. ! really don't know what
] want TO do in life. | am not
certain that ! want to do any
thing"
What? Not the stage?"
"No--Im not honestly sure. Ev-
erythtng interests me. | have "A
craving TO see everything and
learn about everything in the
world / want to know all there
is to know: I'm feverishly curious
! want to see everything. expert
ence everything. attempt every
thing! It's sllly-it's crazy, OF
course. But there's a restless de-
sire for the knowledge of expert
ence in my heart that | cant eX-
plain. ] love everything-not any
one particular thing above an
other-but everything. To he great
in any one thing would not salts
fy me-it's a terrible thing to say,
isn't IT. Jim.-but If | were a great
actress | should try to become
great singer, too: and then a great
painter and sculptor and architect"
For Heavens sage. Steve!'
II tell you / want to know il all,
be it all-see. do, live everything
that is to be seen, done, and lived
in the world"
She lifted her head and straight
ened her shoulders, sweeping the
tumbled hair from her brow impa-
tiently: and her brilliant gray eyes
met his, unsmiling.
''Of course" she said, "this is rot
I'm talking. But every hour of my
life I'm going to try to learn some
thing new about the wonderful
world live in--try something new
and wonderful--live every minute
to the full-eXperience everything
Do you think I'm fool,
JIM"
He smiled:
mo. but you make me feel
rather unambitious and common
place, Steve. After all, ! merely
wish to write few good novels.
That would content me-"
"Oh. jim" she said, you'll do it,
and I'll probably amount to moth
ing. I'll just be a crazy creature
flying about and poking my nose
into everything, and stirring 1t up
little and then f1uttering on to
the next thing. Like the Bandar-
log--that's what l am-just a mon
key. enchanted and excited by ev-
erything inside my cage and deter
mined to find out what is hidden
under every straw"
Yours is good mind. Steve"
he said, still smiling.
The girl looked up at him visit
fully:
rs it? | wish ] knew. I'm 60
ing to try to find out. Have I real
ly good mind? Or is 1t just a
restless one? Anyway, there's no
use my trying to be an ordinary
girl. I'm either monkey or genius; -
and / am convinced that the world
was made for me to rummage in"
He laughed.
Anyway" she said, "I've amused
you and cheered you up. Good
night, Jim, dear"
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CHAPTER XIII.

Stephsnie, looking very slLu and
yorsg In her deep T.7rning. Went
back to college unreconciled and
In tears. Jim drove her to the
station.
They stood together in the Pull
man Nestibule for a few minutes
pefore the train departed. and she
Cluhs to him, both black -gloved
hahds holding tightly TO his
shoulders.
everything familiar in life seems
TO be ending" she said TREMENDOUSLY.
m not very old yet. and / didn't
reaIly wish to begin living seri-
ouSly so soon-no matter what
nonsense ! talked about self-ex-
preston. All | want now 10 TO get
on this train and go back home
with you"
Poor little steve" he said under
his breath. But it's better for
you TO return to college. The
house would be too sad for YOU. Go
back To college and study hard and
play basketball and skate----"
"Oh. ! will" she said desoIateIy.
"l'll see the wretched term through.
] was merely telling you what I'd
rather do--go home and just live
there all alone with you"
you'd become tired of il pretty
soon, Steve. Don't you think so?'
They looked at each other in
tently for a moment then an odd
expression came into the girls gray
eyes:
ITS you who would tire OF II.
Jim" she said. I'm not old enough
to amuse you yet. I'm still only a
child to you"
What nonsense"
mo. You've been wonderful to
me. But you are older. I've bored
you sometimes"
He protested; but she shook her
head.
"A girl knows" she said. "And
a man can't make comrade of
girl who has no experiences to swap
with him, no conclusion to draw,
none of life's discoveries to COM
pare with his. Don't look
so guilty and distressed: you have
always been a perfect dear. But.
oh, il you knew how hard I've tried
to catch up with you!-how des-
perately ! try to be old enough for
you-'
(TO BE Continued Tomorrow.)
1917. 1918. by the International
Magazine Company
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BOOKS

THE IVORY BALL. BY Chauncey c.
Hotchkiss. New York: w. j. Watt g.
Co. s "
White man and yellow, Josephine
Dalzell, owner of "The Ivory Ball"
kldnapings, mysteries, thefts aand
an ancient curse, provide the ma
terlals OF this entertaining story,
much OF which is located in Mexico.
IT was in that revolution-ridden
country that John Laurens' adyen-
lures with "The Ivory Ball" be-
gan. The train on which he was
travelling was held up by bandits,
but with the aid of an American
ranchman he made his escape to
Callahan's ranch. There he found
three other people. a white man.
a young girl, end their Chinese
servant. Fung Wang.
The man, Stilwell, was fast dy-
ing of consumption. and just be-
fore he passed away he tried to
make a confession to the girl.
Josephine, owner OF the ball. with
his story still untold, he died, and
while Laurens and the girl rode
for their lives across the desert, the
Chinaman tried to steal the ancient.
curiously carved ivory ball which
was the only inheritance of the
girl. Laurens had spent many years
in China, and felt certain that the
ball was a holy object of some
sort. When Fung Wang got pos
session of ii, Laurens rescued il
from him, and so earned the en-
nifty OF the Chinese. who was really
a rich, unscupulous Mandarin,
masquerading as a servant.
There are many adventures
shared in by the girl and Laurens,
and a thrilling fight on board
yacht. The usual happy ending is
provided by romance between
Baurens and Josephine.
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~ los" Julian broke in. II
am to have the honor of
offering Ernesto a place in my house
to come and go as he chooses
to be as son-as you were to me
a father
Grave, where Is thy victory:
death, where is thy sting?" NUT
tered the old man. Julian, there
is now no sting-as it is offered, so
1t is received
His head fell forward; a look of
spiritual peace settled on his face
there was no mistaking that pallor,
that inertness that follows the last
beat of the weary heart.
The young man. with an an
guished glance at Julian, who was
already aware of the presence of
the dread angel Death. knelt and
sobbed by the side of the chair.
while the man of the world crossed
himself and with bowed head
waited for the grief of the younger
to spend itself.
At last he said quietly, He went
happily. leaving no regrets. May
go as peacefully, as cheerfully."
Ernesto looked up: You are
right, Don Julian" he said, broken
ly, you have given promise that
made his last moments easy. Can
I thank you, not for myself. but for
him?"
Julian laid a strong hand on the
shoulder of the young man as If
to emphasize that from this time on
he took him under his personal pro-
lection.
Your father" he said simply,
"was to me when I was young
man what 1 hoppe to be to you.
Here in the presence of death
! say it reverently; all l have |
owe to him and his teachings; my
heart would beat uneasily If you
refused this boon, If you neglected
to make good the promise l give,
but we shall talk no more of that
now. will leave; make all the
necessary arrangements and do as
though my worldly goods were your
own"
Ernest listened with eyes that
flooded, and holding out a hand
clasped his benefactor's with the
gratitude of youth finding a strong
arm on which to lean.
WITH A HEAVY HEART.
Don Julian left the little apart
ment with a heavy heart and yet
DIS he pdSStu into ing SQudTe ne
could not fail to notice that the life
of the city went on just the same
as when Don Carlos had pointed
out the whims and vararies from
behind the iron bars only a short
while ago.
He resumed his seat in the car
riage and went to his own palatial
home, musing on the fleeting mo-
ments of this world and the mys-
terry of the next.
And again at the funeral of his
old friend he had occasion to reflect
on the vanity of all things human.
There had been a time when this
aged man whose mortal clay was
now to be laid in the grave would
have commanded a great cortage. If
he had died in the plentitude of his
power and wealth the would not
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Inc
KIT + AVE some more cider cup"
urged Carl. juggling a big.
fruit-laden pitcher over
our glasses as he got up and
strolled about the festive board
Jim. Daisy and ! were keeping our
postponed dinner engagement in
Carls attractive bachelor apart
ment He and / had prepared the
meal in the kitchenctte, while Jim
and Daisy took charge OF the de-
partment Of the dining room. The
luscious beefsteak he had grilled
had now vanished to give place to
the peach shortCake, whose salts
flying crusty and faky BISCUIT
dough was of my proud manufac-
ture.
AT our next party" went on
Carl in great satisfaction, I'VE will
give you folks "A chance to prove
you can bake and broil as well as
We did tonight, but ] doubt If
Barbara, Anne and | can ever equal
this cup you and Daisy invented.
The division of labor seems to have
been inspired"
DO you think it was?" asked
table and fairly pleading with Jim
for a word of nattery.
But Jim was so intent on Carl
from whom he hadn't seemed able
to divert his attention for the
greater part of the evening, that
he didn't respond to Daisy's plea.
She wanted a sop to her vanity and
wanted it badly, that ! knew.
From the moment Carl appor
toned the labor. so that Jim and
Daisy were occupied with the
lighter tasks that kept them in the
dining room and sent us TO the
kitchen, Daisy acted strangely. She
jerked between desircs and her in
ability to hide them from my eyes.
One minute she was flingi1ig a
challenge at Jim. The next she
was trying to lure Carl to her side
with little, soft, gentle, fluttering
motions. And the next she was at
tempting to be at once suave and
smooth to me and at the same time
to oblitcrate me from her con-
sciousness.
That Daisy hated me was now
perfectly clear. That she loved
Carl waas just as plain. And the con-
nection between the two was her
=
misinterpretation of my friendship
for him and his for me.
A TRYING POSITION.
My position was trying, to say
the least. with Jim and Daisy both.
ready to misread this dear old
friendship of mine. With both of
them resenting IL and making them
selves miserable over il, the obvi-
Gus thing to do was to give il up.
But how could put Carl Booth out
of my life without giving him grave
offense? And what right have to
hurt any one as dear and boyish
and as big.brotherly and loyal as
Carl? In the midst of my study Of
ways and means, Carl forged an
other link in the chain of old
friendships that bound us.
Barbara Anne do you remember
the day you gladdened my life by
stopping In for a soda with me on
the avenue?" ne asked with natu-
ralness and frankness which ought
to have told both Jim and Daisy
what a simple, harmless attitude he
took toward me.
81 remember" I replied, "even
unto the raspberry soda we took in
unison"
AT that Jim and Daisy actually
exchanged glances. To myself
called them n pair OF sillies, but
even as l did I wondered where
such Stiffness could sweep us all.
And do you remember tho
plump, pretty little blonde at tho
next table? No, you wouldn't.
didn't, either. But bumped into
her on the street today. and she
stopped mo and recalled herself and
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! have lacked followers. Now only
Don Julian with a few other de-
voted men stood at the side OF the
coffin while the priest recited the
service for the dead.
Is II the man or his possessions
which command respect? When the
last rite had been said he passed
over to the poet and linking his
arm in his drew him gently toward
his carriage.
II will drive you TO your apart
ment. Ernesto." he said quietly.
COLLECT your belongings and bring
them to my house"
You are sure" the eyes of the
young man sought his, you are
sure you really want me?,'
1T is my hope" answered Don
Julian.
1T is your high sense of honor"
said Ernesto. BE it so. ! shall
come, but not yet. Leave me free
for a while, and after your marriage
/ will hold Ryself at your dis
posal."
Don Julian nodded and the two
drove back to the city together.
back to the bare rooms, now robbed
soul The young man surveyed
them sadly, but youth looks for
ward. not backward, and with a
sigh he began to lay away the lit
tie personal things of his father
which he wished to keep as momen-
tos of happier days.
Don Julian having settled the af-
fairs of Don Carlos in accordance
with the dictates of his conscience,
dismissed the young man from his
mind and allowed himself the pleas
ure of dwelling on the prepara-
tions for his approaching wedding.
He had invited his kinsfolk-all
pleased at the idea of his taking a
bride save the querulous Don Sc
vero and his busybody wife. To
them the marriage seemed a kind
of bar whereby they were to be
robbed of a large inheritance, for
Don Julian would undoubtedly have
heirs and they foresaw curtail-
ment of his generosity.
To Teodora her fiance left the ar
rangements for the ceremony, say
ing only with laugh that it should
not occur on a Tuesday, thereby
admitting his belief in the old
superstition that marriages on that
day were apt to turn out badly.
ITeodora laughed with him. You
leave to me all these things, Julian,
and / know nothing"
Il leave them to you who know
more about such matters than I
could ever learn. Make your plans,
Carissima, and they shall be carried
out with exactness by my house
hold"
Naturally the wedding OF such a
parsonage as the powerful Don
Julian deserved the curiosity it
commanded. The world had GER
tain rights in the arrangements;
for instance, the right to gossip;
the right to say that it was a pity
the bridegroom was not young,
that the bride was not older: it
Fad the right to intimate that Teo-
dora knew on which side her bread
was buttered when she had en-
shared this most eligible of all the
bachelors in Seville.
And with the freedom of the world
it did not hesitate to use its priv
ilege to criticise and dissect.
Nor were the little, dagger-point-
ed remarks confined to the whisper
ing of the women under their
mantillas; the men, too, had their
say; there was, for instance, the
good looking Lon Alverez, younger
than the bridegroom and in a way
his rival for high diplomatic hon
ors. To him the whole wooing had
been a source of constant annoy
ance. for he saw in the beautiful
young wife an added asset to the
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The Rhyming
/ Optimist

n 7 ECESSITY, Necessity, I'm glad
v to sing your praise. You
surely do look good to me,
for we have chummcd lot: you
see, Eve known you all my days. or
course, there are n heap Of times
I'd love to sit and slt just dreaming
dreams and weaving rhymes. but.
Here you say, "Who earns your
dimes? Come on. git up and git"