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Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1920-08-01
Volunteer Stock Statesmen.

Volunteers as solicitors in the stock
selling campaign yesterday arc as
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Continued OH Second Page
The New York herald. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1920-1924, 1920-11-06
'......, Saks ..'... ......
AND COMPANY
Saturday An Important
Sale of
Women's Fashionable Suits
offered at liberal savings in price
At $500 At $3.50

The very smartest Of wool Jersey
suits-made to sell at SIS. So
delightful for sports, SO entirely
suitable for street or business
wear, they should find a ready
place in any woman's wardrobe.
New style variations are featured,
and each is beautifully silk lined.
The New York herald. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1920-1924, 1920-11-06

Suits that cannot be duplicated
for less than $5O-and they show
their worth in quality Of fabric,
fine workmanship and unusual
styling. Developed in duver de
laine, velours, rayonier, yalama
cloth, Oxfords and Jersey. All
handsomely silk lined and warmly
interlined. Fourth Floor
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-04-10
OUTBURSTS OF EVERETT TRUE
No Argument Necessary

mo. amt skeered." answered Cuffy
quickly. But what for nght you :
Nobody to blame but me- IL done
stole dat money. II long to NAH sis
ter Ptnky. She done sen me on an
arrant An been promise my man.
my l nebber shoot any more craps In
all de worl' I-aint-no good-no-
how
Shack grinned. -Dat's right. Cuffy.- =
he jeered encouragtngly. II see de
tears a-comin'. Let 'em drap. niger.
let 'em drap."
A momentary fash dried the incipi-
ent tears and Cuffy's muscles grew
tense Then again his shoulders
drooped. Il amt mind. Shack" he
said. without resentment "Yoh amt
understandin' My mammy's scrapin'
an savin' for me, an Pinky. who does
housemaidin'. lays some Of her earn
ms by. an promis' to save what
can-all for goin' of to Tuskegee
School. Nah sister Pinky done been
dar an got herself full of ambition
ness. an she an. my nanny say dey
bore proud of me an dat goin' do big
work some day. Eh-h." dolefully. "an'
here I waste a whole dollar shootin'
craps.\ I wish you'd whip me good.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-04-10
By Phil Moore

fellow In the intrenchments OF his own
home. was a. pleasant one. And then
the watermilyuns and sweet taters and
fried chickenl They decided him. "I's
your cake" he grinned.
Cuffy's mother lived In q tenement
In the colored district. She was iron
ing. dat you Cufry1" she called. as
they darkened the low doorway.
Who's your frien'?"
Him Shack. NANNY" answered
Cuny. rather promptly. You done
here me tell bout him"
"Co'se has honey; co'se I has," the
woman exclaimed. leaving her ironing
and coming forward cordially. "Glad
to see you. Shack. Come right in. boy.
done hear bout you heaps o. times
Sot right down In dat rockin' cheer
Oar. dat's right. So you's Shackf Law.
law. My boy done tole no end bout
you. Say. you's able to do anything
you set out for; dat you's de most
promisin' black young man in de
whole city"
She returned to her ironing and
worked vigorously for several minutes,
then. Does you know. honey. dat's a
mighty fine say-so? De most promis-
in young man! Dat means dar's gran
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-04-10
By JocIla Johnson

wonderful crystal gown" he pointed a
shaking fore-hnger through a space in
the palm. "all evening I've stood off
and admired her," he sighed raptur-
ously. that's what I want OF you, to
fix II up for me-" Elsa slumped. but
the slump was Immediately seconded
by the joyful little cry. why you poor
thing. that's my aunt Edith Just on
from Washington, come on" And in
her eagerness to further fan the al
ready healthy name OF love into some
thing substantial. she came very near
humping their heads together. Not a
pong Of jealousy stabbed her maidenly
heart as she left them to themselves,
in fact she became a very philosophic-
al young woman. Furtively. yet proud
ly. she turned a glistening little dia-
mond that had reposed inverted. so
unseen. on the third finger OF her left
hand all the evening. TO the world. and.
with eyes starry with the light OF love
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ment One day when they were in the
country together, he painted her por-
trait on a piece OF canvas, just the
size you mention in your article. and
on the other side he had already paint
ed a rural scene. He gave the work
Of his hands and genius to my daugh-
ter. She preserved It II was a per-
feet likeness OF her. and when my
Helen died. her mother and myself
greatly priced the portrait as II was
the most iifellke and by far the best
that we possessed.
at was stolen--we think by n serv-
ant / offered all kinds of money re-
wards for its return. but without re-
suits.
Mrs. Clayburn. am glad to pay you
the sum OF $4,000 II you will send
this precious portrait of my daugh-
ter. to me at once. Cable mo at my
expense and l will arrange with my
New York broker to pay you the sum
stipulated Immediately upon your de-
livery OF the portrait to me-through
him. Very respectfully yours.
LORD CECIL DILLINGHAM;"
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-04-10

letter to one of the leading art jour
nails OF London. telling about her pas
toral study by Greenleaf. about the
portrait hidden on the other side OF
1t. and inviting correspondence in re-
gard to the possible history OF the por-
trait.
Several weeks past. The Clayburns
moved into a cozy little fat. Mr.. Clay
burn applied himself faithfully to his
new Job but found It difficult to save
anything from his meagre salary.
One day Mrs. Clayburn received a
letter from "Claremount Manor.
Bradford. England. II was an epistle
from certain Lord Cecil Dilling-
ham," It read as follows:
II can not tell you how surprised
and glad was to read your article
in the Art Critic It solves q mys-
tery that has long grieved me-the loss
Of my beloved daughters portrait
"My daughter. Helen. departed this
life at the age Of 10. I objected to
her marriage to Robert ereenleaf.
then a poor and obscure artist. and
compelled them to break their engage
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-04-10

you, men, this Shark Williams has
been collecting interest from the Wild
ow OF Horace Mitchell these three
yearsi You fellows have named him
ght-'Shark'-that's Just what he In
"a human shark. q human wolff
Men. didn't come In here to
gamble. but to play another game. !
want this man to make out a check
here and now to Mrs. Horace Mitchell
for every red cent he has wrung out
of her through deception and liei"
SHARK. it's up to youi" exclaimed q
man in the crowd.
''Yesl YesI Make him do III"
shouted a dozen others.
Just then Tim Regan came up be-
hind SHARK" and tapped him on the
shoulder. YOU'D better come across
he said. laconically.
"The kids got the cards all right"
said SHARK" williams. and he sat
down at table and produced check
book.
Figure the INTEREST,"" commanded
TiR Regain
TI'll do that!" responded Williams
meekly. and the crowd In Tins place
watched the man In silence. while
Sunday School" McNeal stood with
his gun leveled at the shark"
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-04-10

just what the word heraldry meant.
and even Bradstreet's looked upon him
as being more negative than others
Tall, straight of limb. his khaki clad
ImmenEity demanded respect and ad-
, miraton. while his much baDdaged
arm. and a far-seeing. purposeful light
shining from clear blue eyes, made
the more sentimental feel lump rise
up from their hearts. Billy had seen
much OF life, still more OF death. and.
somehow, father and mother liked him
The girl tried hard to banish these
disgusting thought: but they persist
ed. Downstairs. a reception was In
full swing and while such functions
transported the girls mother into
little social heaven OF delight. they but
bored the daughter and the equally
practical father Just now the odor OF
a good cigar drffted lazily from the
direction OF his den. Elsa ventured In.
"Helloi" suddenly from the region
Of the bookcase. and surprised she
found Billy smiling down on her.
"why it's you. approaching timidly.
"Sure thing little one" and Billy
fairly beamed on her. your father and
having q little smoke talk; be just
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-04-10
The Hidden Portr ait

And it's the work OF Greenleaf,
tool" observed Mrs. Clayburn. drawing
her husbands attention to the name
"Greenleaf" painted in one corner of
the picture.
well. that beats the Dutqh!" said
her husband. Tomorrow Pm going
to take this little piece of canvas to
an art stors and learn what the things
worth"
mot tomorrow. dear" Mrs. Clay
burn remarked. playfully. "but today
it's now nearly l o'clock"
That morning the Clayburns arose
late. and Mr.. Clayburn fastened of to
the store where he had Just begun as
a hoorwalker. and forgot completely
about the little picture-the hidden
portrait
But Mrs. Clayburn did not forget It.
The girls features were too beautiful
and too haunting to be easily forgot
ten. and she often took 1t out Of the
bureau drawer where she had laid 1t,
and studied 1t. and wondered about the
mystery surrounding It.
One day she sat down and wrote
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-04-10

and ieering.
"You's. Shack And the one called
Cufry rose with ashy taco -i's bleege
to stop now. nigger. rs done out"
Shack-or Shadrach--iooked at him
curiously. standing on the defensive.
Indeed. there was good reason for
Shacks customary defensive attitude
a1ths end OF game OF craps He had
been accused OF ringing In ~peeties"
loaded dice-of overswing a weak
opponent by q clustering demeanor. of
doing many things that were consid-
er,ed disreputAble among roustabouts.
But the wonderful thing about Shack
was that. however lawless or mean he
might be. he never showed any signs
of II outwardly. His eyes had a keen.
straightforward way Of searching 9TH
er eyes; his shoulders remained
square. his head was always carried
high Even those who had been vic
timized were more than half con-
vinced of an error Of judgment when
in. his presence.
Now. as he stood there on the de-
fensive. waiting for Cufy to pitch in
to him as other worsted crap shooters
had done. he first wondered. then grew
dertsive. -SkeeredT' he Knocked.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-04-10

stepped out for more matches. You sec
we get so stewed up over our subject
that before we know II our cigars
have gone out" He bent over her
and whispered something very. very
softly.
Really" she cried joyously, shak-
ing him enthusiastically.
Honor bright" But f6her's abrupt
return brought their delightful little
dialogue 10 a very sudden close and
likewise sent a much-confused Elsa
scurrying from the room. Lie still.
my heart. lie STILL" she crooned to
that much-disturbed organ. as shv
daintily picked her steps down the
spacious stairway that opened into the
reception room. bearing in mind thar
a graceful entrance was her mothers
pet topic. There. patiently awaiting
her coming. stood Alexander. and his
complacent manner Of possession wa5
anything but soothing. Suddenly, she
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-04-10

two at church But he was a wicked
looking specimen tonight as he stood
there-a long. raw-boned fellow. about
80. with a leathery face, a clipped
mustache, and a square Jaw.
"If it's a nifty little game of cards
you want. young feller. reckon / can
'commodate yer" the man interjected.
And SHARK" Williams and Sunday
School" McNeal walked over to a near
by table and sat down.
Regan's place was filling up as
usual-it was getting around 9 o'clock.
Tim" was doing big business de-
spite prohibition and the various re-
form waves which broke at Tins door
like ripples on the shores Of mud
pond. The lights were Just as bright
as ever; the clinking Of bottles and
glasses was heard just as in the
good old days; and Tim Regan wore
the same perennial smile, and strobe
around with a cigar in his mouth and
his hands in his pockets just as he had
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-04-10
By Parke Whitney

Mira Ciayburn read the letter and
re-read It. and could hardly belisvs
her eyesI She just had to telephone
Fred about II.
Dear" she exclaimed "Listeni I
know you won't believe me--but that
hidden portrait IL worth s26.ooo-snd
We can get all that money for iti-
What are you talking about
Louiser gasped her husband. Hid
den portraiti why. arc you plumb In
sanef-
mo. no. deari You remember. the
-Oh. that picture OF 0recniearsi"
suddenly exclaimed her husband.
"Yes-and It's really truei We're
going to get $4,000 for I'll An Eng
lish lord"
wait a minutsi- interrupted her
husband. You must be delirious-
sicki I'll bs right home Louise ON
the next interurbani-
-Goodi" said his wffA "Come
straight home-end tell old Thompson
at the store that he can get another
foorwaiker. that you are going into
business again foi yourselfi"
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-04-10
Elsa II clips Herself

- Elsa turned. only. to collide with b. (
blonde Archie. all smiles and softness
and willingness. Submissively, yet
against her better judgment, she found
herself seated in a secluded corner.
behind an immense palm. with Archie
beside her. She began to fear for the
future. i've been waiting all evenine
for the opportunity" Archie leaned
his huge massiveness towards her.
Elsa gave a startled little squeal and
slid to the very farthest corner OF the
divan. Archie followed Immediately
"Wh-wh-what. a mouse?" sollcitous-
ly. "No-nothing." quite idiotlcally
from the blushing Elsa who. finding
herself cornered. began building bar
ricade of her roses between herself
and companion. For many moments
Archie remained silent. deep medita,,
tive silence. Suddenly he was all an
imation again. Look. Elsa, see that
beautiful woman over there In that
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-04-10

felt something vithin her die and, fas-
cinated, she looked up into the long,
lean face. ELSA" he began. very feel
ingly. like a rosebud draped in sun
shine"
"oh. Alexander" impatiently. "for-
get I'll Talk about anything. but do
leave out the poetry" Why. she ask
ed herself in deep perplexity could she
ever have seriously considered him for
one moment!
But. Elsa" he persisted. "a soul
without poetryi" The mere though
was SO horrible to his sensitive tenn
permanent that he became lost In a
mental daze and before he could re-
cover himself sufficiently to go on Elsa
was introducing him 10 a demure lit
tie blue-eyed doll girl, who was pas
sionately declaring that she Just lived
on poetry. and soon to Elsa's infinite
relief. the very willing Alexander was
being led of to pastures new.
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-04-10
&c. Penney Co. A Nationwide Institution

tongua But this evening he was
strangely. silent. still watching and
listening. Cuffy loved his mother. but
evidently he adored his sister. Many
times In his asides TO Shack he spoke
OF ''mah sister. Pinky." She seemed
all that nanny was. with the added
charm OF education and glowing am
bition In her friendly eyes. Often
Shack held his breath at things she
said. And yet. deep down. he had
feeling that he could have been like
that II he had known and had the
chance.
'I's done out, Cuffy." said Shack.
after long silence. II been a mighty
big fool mighty long time. But I
never low dar was wimmen folks like
your sister an your nanny. AM
an'--I done make up my mind I goin'
be like dem myself. Your sister Pinky
say she only seventeen. an reckon
I much as q year beyon dat. dunno.
But folks tell me when set out guin'
get dar; and tell you now, Cuffy.
goin' set out to catch up sid6 your
sister. Pinky. long O. dat Tuskegee
school your nanny speak OF an any
udder things dat hep. Some day
goin' set down on one side a table an
listen to Pinky norate 'stronery talk,
an den goin' norate 'stronery talk
back. understanin' same like she do.
Now, here's your dollar. Cuffy. Tell
your nanny you met de crap shooter
an he gave It back An II she ever
ask you does ] shoot craps. you say
no. / done give It up. an has" -
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-04-10
By Parke Whitney

done for Is years.
You had to hand 1t to "Tim"-he
knew how to make fellow feel at
home; and. even though you left his
place in the wee sma' hours of the
night broke and busted. Tim" had a
way of slapping you oh the back and
saying, Better luck next time, old
scout" and you'd feel your morale"
coming back just as It does when you
step out of the BARRIERS chair. shaved.
and smelling OF FLORIDA water.
Tobacco smoke was getting so thick
that you could cut 1t in layers, and
you couldn't see half way across the
room. Men looked like phantoms or
sheeted ghosts.
Suddenly a mans voice was heard
coming from the direction Of the table
at which SHARK" Williams and Nc
Neal were sitting. II was loud voice,
and 1t rang out like challenge.
williams, listen to mel" the voice
shouted. and it was young McNeal
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-04-10

speaking. There was emotion and
too, a note of anger and determination
In the words
Everybody crowded around the two
men. Young McNeal was standing,
and he had drawn revolver in his
hand, and also a piece Of paper in an
other hand SHARK" Williams was
Just getting to hh feet. and he had his
hand at his belt. His face revealed
astonishment and fear.
Williams. listen to mel" McNeal
continued. I'm not in here to gamble
with cards. but to play an altogether
different game!< And l want every
man here to witness what's said and
done! l want to tell story"
go ahead" shouted the crowd in
chorus. GO ahead! We want to hear
I'll"
"a few months ago." said McNeal. 81
was a soldier in the trenches Of
France. One day some books were dis
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-04-10

SHACK
But Shack was not lighting on that
line He threw his arms akimbo and
regarded Cuffy with critical amuse-
ment. $50 you's q nanny boy an q
gal sissy boy an schoolin' boy" he
sneered. "wha's your sense, Cufy ?
A mammy's good 'nough for babies,
but we's too big-much as seventeen
or eighteen mebbe. dunno. nebber
hab no nanny an I'm tough. You
better without none Dey spiles big
boys"
"You amt known nanny an nah
sister Pinky," was Cuffy's answer.
"pey's no udder ones like 'em in dis
city" Then a sudden inspiration
seized him VIVA you sleep7"
"Don' know" indifrerently "'Roun
some'ers, Mebbe de lumber yard"
"S'pose you come on home long O.
me-" eagerly. "Den you see bore
nanny an Pinky. an It make you
feel like l do. We hab watermilyun
an sweet taters an fried chicken"
Shack did not say anything for fully
two minutes. At first his impulse was
a fat refusal; but the thought of
meeting Cuffy's nanny and sister. and
being able to ridicule the obstinate
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-04-10

hand store in London. at q sort of
Curiosity Shop" while on their honey
moon ten years before.
When the picture fell to the door It
tumbled out of the pretty gold frame
that held 1t Clayburn picked up the
picture. and turning It over in his
hands, he exclaimed. Louise. look at
thisl Look at this portrait! It is
beautiful"
Mrs. Clayburn jumped to her feet
and gazed upon the picture. It was.
as her husband said. q beautiful por-
trait-the portrait Of a girls profile.
and shes was striking and hapdsome.
with large deep brown eyes. abundant
flowing hair. and q wonderful COM
plexon!
IAN artists dreami" exclaimed Mrs.
Clayburn-
at may be. but why in thunder was
II painted on the back Of this country
pastoral scenei It is much more
striking. and more beautiful And IT
was hidden under this tame. ordinary
painting. locked in gold frame!
What can It mean?"
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-04-10

back to Sunday school. Mac" said one,
chuckling. you amt been In Storm
Gulch long. but we'un's pretty near got
your measure, and we amt seen you
anywhere 'cept a'goin' ter church on
Sunday. and ridin' around town with
the widder Mitchell's daughter-and
she's pious as all gitout Kid. she'll
throw you over IL she larns that you've
been inter Tins place. we'un's is a
hard lot You'd better beat I'll"
mo-" replied the young man delib-
erately. "I am In here to win or lose
a little money. I've got to get some
coin. and I've got to get It tonight I'll
play little game with any man
who"
I"Shark" Williams Jumped to his feet
He was always looking for just such
sucker as young McNeal. That is.
he was looking for him nights-days
he played another role. he was John
J. Williams. broker and real estate
agent Mac" had seen him time or
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-04-10

tributed among the boys by Y. NJ.
fellow. A book was handed to me that
had the name of John J. Williams on
the dy-leaf Inside of that book
found a receipt for 800 paid to Will
liams by Horace Mitchell OF this town
in complete payment for the Mitchell
home. And this here Is tho
receipt"
SHARK" made a mad 1urch to grab
the piece OF paper. but McNeal clutch
ed 1t tight and eveled his revolver at
Williams. give me thati" the man
hissed.
go on!" demanded the crowd. Tell
us about I'll"
AFTER the war;" McNeal went on. T
came to this town. and called on the
widow Mitchell. found that she had
a mortgage on her home for $500 and
that she was paying the interest to
John ]. Williams! She knew nothing
OF her husbands having paid the en-
tire amount due. As l understand II.
Mitchell paid Williams the money on
the day that he was stricken with
apoplexy and died. Williams evident
ly got hold of that receipt somehow
after he had made It put. or perhaps
he never gave 1t to the man as he
died the same day. tell
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-04-10

wv YHAT Ia Sunday School Nc
" Neal e'doin' In this joint r
gnsped two men standing
Rt the bar In Tim Regan's place
A nns appearing. ciean-cut young
fellow stood at table watching
-Shark- Williams trim q guy who was
playing . little poker with the best
gambler In Storm Guleh-
The two men strode over TO where
young McNeal was standing They
gave him the -once over" and grtnned
"MAc,- one OF them asked Amt
yuu blow'd little out OF your
oourssf"
The young fellow looked At The uren
with = STEADY gaze. Reckon I am
little out OF place he answered; but
am needing soms money and I'm
thinking that can trim some OF these
fellers around herei It's quick way
10 earn . little cash. Isn't it?"
The men laughed. You'd better go
East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1920-04-10

You're wrongi i've Just got more
hope than you have. that's all. and
more real confidence In your ability
to make goodi You see. believe
more in you than you believe In your
self"
II was late At night-about il:3o
Mrs. Clayburn drew a chair up by her
disconsolate husband. and they sat
there together watching the embers
shoulder In the fireplace. and talked
seriously about the future and laid
plans for q new start in business.
I'VE will move out OF our home.
DEAR" MrA Clayburn said. "and rent
the house for awhile. and live In a nice
little hat and really economize. until
you've got on your feet again"
THAT sounds good. dear" her hus-
band admitted. "and I am willing to
start at the bottom. but going into
business takes capital. and can not
hope to do this on what little 1 may
save from a clerks salary!"
Clayburn walked over to the mantel
and took his pipe and filled II with to-
bacco. Accidentally his cuff hit
against the frame of a little oil paint
ing that stood there. and knocked 1t
onto the door. II was perfect little
picture. OF pastoral England. painted
by the famous English artist Green
leaf. and It was souvenir, very
precious to the Clayburn's because
they had purchased 1t at a second