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Imperial Valley press., 1920-10-09
lBY United. Pressl

PARIS. (By Mail9-PariSians,
l5hat is, Parisians of pure blood, whose
families have resided at Paris for gen.
erations are rapidly developing phys
Lcal characteristics that distinguish
them from everybody VINO isn't pure
blooded Partisan.
What's more, Messrs. Marie, and
MacAuliffe, who. have, just contrib
uted the, above information to the
French Academy of Medicine, have
unblushingly added the deduction
being themselves pure-blooded Paris
ians-that this new physical type
which Paris is producing represents
the highest type of civilized man.
Climate, French culture, French
cooking, French wines--in fact, ev-
erything that goes to make up French
Partisan life-have contributed to
cause these changes in the physical
aspects of the real Partisan. T
According to Messrs. Marie and
|MacAuliffe, these changes are as fol-
lows:
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PHELAN NAILS LIE.

Reutng msquotation of portion of his address,
Gently delivered San jose wherein stated that he
opposed tariff lemons Senator James D. Phean
has to the publishing the article
letter pointing that he voted for the Works amendment
increasing the tariff from onehalf
cent per pound
The senator's remarks were first misquoted in San
Jose paper and later other papers, including the San Diego
Tribune the San Bernardino Index and the Anahem
Herald reprinted portions referred to the
statement.
Sehfnr. Ebelans tsn definitely stating his position
the question Of a tariff on lemons. follows
~-~~s,.az->s~ Los Angeles Calf. Oct. l, 1920.
EditersSa Diego Tribune
lsSan Diego, California.
Dear SIy attention has been called to recent state
ment in your paper that in a speech delivered at San
Jose California recently declared against the tariff
lemons.
beg to inform you that made such statement and ask
that give publicity to this correction The only oppor
tunity presented in the senate for vote this subject
when July, 1916 Senator John Works moved
amendment to then before the senate that
half cent be added to the existing tariff lemons which
you know onehaf cent per pound not only voted
for the addition but spoke for it. The senate
posed half of democrats and half republicans substantially
yet Senator Works received only II But may
say that understood that tariff provisions would
be made that session. and therefore, the motion
taken seriously.
attempt has been made take the tariff of pol
tcs by the creation of tariff commission which is
flnctioniag and will report to in December This
body studies the cost of production home and abroad
the of transport ton and other and will attempt
planned these matters above and understand how
any misunderstanding should have arisen
Yours very truly
JAMES D. PHELAN."
Imperial Valley press., 1920-10-09
.By "MARJORIE"

written fer the United Press
NEW YORK, Oct. 8.-Dame Fash
ion has taken to her rather tickle
bosom the old maxim Of at is the
little things that count" She has so
put this axiom into practice that the
iriblets of apparel are becoming like
hat tail which wagged the canine.
The old lady seems we'll content
with her general platform OF raglan
sleevcd, dolman wraps; straight street
dresses; princess evening gowns;
soft crushable hats, plaid pleated
skirts and overblouces of satin. But
being possessed of dispoition that
IAN net "requiscat in pace" she is
'ow on the jump about trifles that
:an make two Siamese-twin gowns as
Mike as the Presidential platforms.
Thus it is that the shops are full
If additional embellishments that can
more than double the original cost of
dresses there are jewel novelties of
grctesquely carved jade. amber or
oral. Gargoyles,a grinning monl;e-
tiery-fanged dragons, or lubberly alli-
gators dangle from silken cords or
metallic chains and fleck with their
,olor the blue or taupe tricotine or
serge dress of Milady of fashion. Then
here are novel little girdles and belts
fashioned from the huge wotlen
beads, strips of parti-colored kid and
visca, chenilles, insets of satin or me-
allie cloth, or even rare canoes and
bits of patrix.- Cretonne vestees and
-irdles are one of the latest trifle
freaks. Tiny appliques Of fur or Gil
Imperial Valley press., 1920-10-09
Little Things Count On Fall
GoUns And On BankroYs Too

cloth are splotched upon some of the
dresses. Bandings of monkey and
goat fur are copiously used.
For evening gowns there are elab-
crate head dresses of jet and coral,
ruby Ied canoes and flame-colored
attn, bandeauX Of silver and gold
leaves, flowers, and fruits, aigrettes,
Alnestore-encrusted combs and pins
end tiaras ranging from priceless
gems to novel limitations.
Suits are touched up by vests or
tcts Of novel cut and color. Shades
I rust ard copper are in the lead at
p.esent and duvatyn is the most popu-
material. Most of these gilets are
cut with a high choker collar. Tiny
earl, brass, or bead buttons adorn
tho front. The vests run the full
ength Of the suit coat and some can
20 worn as blouses when the coat is
removed. The most elaborate gilets
re made Of cloth of gold, satin and
'vet, and are covered with intricate
lrrliques. One house is showing a
model made of copper colored velvet
and covered with huge apples cut
from black velvet. Another startling
effect is given by black velvet en-
crusted with gold fruitage. Large
and cubist patterns are mainly used
uron the vests.
Sleeves seem to pique the interest
of the fashion Dame and she is giving
many sly duirk to the old standbys.
The old leg-o'-mutton sleeve peeks out
from manV a npU frock and the old
fad for georgette or chiffon sleeves
in dress Of another material is be-
ginning to return Some Of the models
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compromise by using chiffon from the
elbow to the wrist Even coats show
erratic sleeves in a fabric coat. Thus,
a model of cochin brown duvetyn has
sleeves of beaver and green veldyne
has sleeves of gray squirrel.
Imperial Valley press., 1920-10-09
NOVEMBER Ia is
DAY OF MOURNING
fBy Associated Press,

WASHINGTON, Oct. president
Wilson directed that on Sunday, Nov
ember ID, the American flag be dis
played at half mast on all public
the Yukon is already growing diff
tion in the national services held for
buildings and naval military posts,
the heroic American soldiers, sailors
and marines and others who gave
their lives to the country in the
world war.
Imperial Valley press., 1920-10-09

Placer county fruit shippers are Pro-
testing against statement that Placer
county fruit is being received in cast.
ern markets poorly packed and in bad
condition. They say that the small
quantity of, fruit arriving in poor con-
dition was not properly iced by rail-
roads and that Placer county is in
the same boat with other sections in
this respect
Imperial Valley press., 1920-10-09

! Suit has been filed at Visalia, Tu-
lare county, asking that title to 1000
acres of vineyard land near Visalia,
valued at $50O,0OO, and Visalia prop
i,rty valued at $4,000, revert to the
people Of California on the ground
hat the anti-alien land law was vio-
lated in their transfer to japanese.
Imperial Valley press., 1920-10-09

Petition for the formation of the
West Joaquin irrigation district will
be presented to the Merced county
supervisors at the October meeting. 1t
was to have been presented at Ne
August meeting but was held up by
injunction obtained by Miller & Lux
interests.
Imperial Valley press., 1920-10-09

liver olives for an initial payment Of
$10O. per ton for olives grading 90 Per
cent picking size. 1t is hoped the
orchard run will bring about $40. No
new members will be received until
next year.
Imperial Valley press., 1920-10-09

The California Ripe Olive associa-
ion has made arrangements with the
California Products corporation to de-
Imperial Valley press., 1920-10-09

Orange county farm bureau is pro-
posing to take advantage of co-opera-
i've buying of supplies.
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think. Let's talk Of something else.
When do you suppose my-Mr Law
erty will turn up?'
1t was the first word she had said
on the subject so far. | wondered
why. Then it occurred to me that
she must have been feeling disap
pointed and upset and not equal to
speaking about Lavertys absence
and the consequent putting off of the
wedding. told her that I was sure
ne would turn up in day or two;
and then, since did not myself feel
very like discussing the details of
the wedding, | suggested that she
would probably be the better for a
good rest in her house.
"And be sure to get a complete
change before you DO warned
her "Nothing's so likely to bring
on fever as sleeping in clothes that
arc all damp with heat"
"Thank you she said, and went
without another word. I was an
noyed with myself as soon as she
had gone.
BY and by | took the little poetry
book out Of my swag and turned
as one touches, restlcssly, an ache
or a sorc--to "Tristram and Iseult.'
And there, all alone in the wilder
ness with Joan and with one other
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had they seen each other lately?
When had She last heard from him?
The questions were certainly lmoer-
tineat, bu. | was gla4 70 see .ha.
she took them quietly and replied
to them without oAonsa
The queer state hat Copeland was
in-i did not think drink was The
cause, but rather the effect of it,
demanded patience.
listened 10 her answers. some
what with Tie feeling of man
gathering Illicit but much wanted
Information BY means OF eavesaroo-
ping. She had known Lavertv all
her life; they had been schoolmates
She had been engaged to him since
She was sixteen. That was eight
years. Laverty vas twenty-seven
now. She had been in England. stav-
ing with friends, and had not seen
him for five years. She had last
heard from him in Sydney. about
two months ago; he had written to
bee her to come right up and marry
MIN ON his patrol officers salary Of
s225 and her own little fortune of
sl0o a year, instead Of waiting anv
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good nips Of whisky | do not take
it myself, but in any case he did not
remember to offer me any.
= think" said to Miss Lyndon,
as soon IS Copeland had excused
himself again, on the plea, this time,
of cases to try; Il think our friend
is in for an attack of fever-or
something"
She had been in Papua several
weeks by now, and, Of course, had
heard much talk about malaria.
"fhey get queer before an attack,
don't they?" she asked.
"Some do said. Some merely
get cross. Others get sort OF ex
alted-gay and jolly, bit beyond
measure, you know. But that's
clearly not Copeland's way
NO." she agreed thoughtfully, If
ne has fever
What else should he have"
i don't know she said, fixing
me with those straight blue eyes of
hers. Il don't know much about
fever, or other New Guinea diseases;
but it seemed to me that he hadn't
got-feyer"
What then? Think he's kava
kava (crazy)?"
NO. l don't know just what I
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longer, he said he was terribly
lonely and that he was sure other
men must be trying TO- Here
there was a gap, which | could fill
aye, all too easily; had not |
been one Of the other men?
About this time, though | longed
to hear more, | thought it well to IN
tervone. 1t seemed to me that Cope
land, drunk, drugged, or crazed with
coming fever, had gone far enough
turned the conversation deter
mincdly to the ravages Of the Rata
rata tribes, whom we had been try
ing to subdue for some years, and
asked him f they were troublesome
about Siai station?
"Vcry,' he said emphatically. and
launched into an account of their i'll
deeds.
But here I interrupted deter
minedly, with suggestion that we
should 90 and sit out in the cleared
square beyond the house, under the
cooness of the night and the stars.
Joan Lyndon rose at once. Copeland
stayed behind moment, ''to speak
to his orderly he said. The ex-
PLANTATION was unnecessarY-as un-
necessary as the superfuous, self
betraying explanation Of the drunk
ard always is.
For all that l heard my mind
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M E went ahead, the boys and
w |, and waited round the cor
ncr, and Joan made a dress
ing room Of his majesty's highroad.
as you may DO in the interior Of
Papua. And in a minute She came
up again, wearing fresh white
frock and looking, as | thought,
Sreetcr, S1ceeter
Than onythiNg on earth.
SO we entered the clearing. and
marched up in Indian file to the
slab-built house that stood on a little
commanding hill.
Out with a rush came man in
Khaki shirt and trousers, no socks,
and worn deck shoes. He had not
shaved that day nor, think, the day
before.
When he saw who was there he
turned white, and his jaw dropped
down.
"Why should Copeland be so upset
about a irifle?'. thought. "He must
know she knows that men don't dress
up IN the bush when they aren't ex-
pecting visitors. And, anyhow, he
isn't the bridegroom
However, it was not his dress that
was causing him dismay-or so it
seemed.
Come III, come IN" he cried
"Nou must be Miss Lyndon. Come
in, Brown. | suppose you're reliev
ing Laverty. Well, well, but this is
pity. He's off on patrol, and won't
be back for some days This is too
bad. But am glad to see you. I'm
very glad, indeed. Sit down, sit
down. Baruga, hurry up makem tea
belong this taubada, this sinuabada
(chieftain and chieftainess). Well.
well, am glad to see you
THAT'S three times he has said it,
thought, taking seat in the cool
shade of the sago-thatched veranda.
Il wonder if he is
I'D never have sent him if I'd had
an idea, he declared; and somehow,
now, | knew he was speaking the
truth. But he didn't think you
could arrive for a month";"
There's new boat on explained
Miss Lyndon.
"W ell'-pulling himself together
there's tea, and I'm sure you are
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there is no "late dinner" in the
bush. He came to table shaved,
clean clothed and very pleasant, if
a bit efusive in manner. The CON
tents of the whisky decanter, which
stood on a side table, had noticeably
sunk since dinner.
He was very bright and encour-
aging about Laverty. Laverty was
sure to get the murderer and return
within a couple of days at most. ct
had been a week, at dinner time.)
Laverty would be hoartbroken when
ne discovered that there had been a
letter, and that it had gone astray.
And was there anything-anything
at all-that he could do for Miss
Lyndon?
Joan looked round the packing
case furnished room, a little oddly,
but her refusal was entirely cour-
teOus.
Then Copeland, who seemed to
get more and more talkative, began
asking questions, and did not
know whether to feel angry or de-
lighted when he ratified out in a
brisk succession all the queries that
| would have given a finger or an
ear to put to Joan myself-if had
dared.
Had she known Laverty long?
Had she been long engaged to him?
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hand closed over the book. "You
are hurting me. Let me read it,
Why won't you?"
| had more reasons than one. 1t
seems absurd to mention tit is
such trihe but | had lost my tin
cup at the beginning Of the march
1t had gone over waterfall when
the boys were washing up; and ever
since we had been obliged to share
the one cup, hers, a pretty little
thing Of silver-gilt which had been
her nursery cup as a child and
which she carried for use when trav-
cling. Nothing remarkable in that;
any girl may carry a small, dainty,
handy drinking cup; any girl may
have had it from her mother Git was
sort Of heirloom in the family; !;
but to me, there and then, the COIN
cldence with the poem, and with our
own circumstances, was almost terri
flying. Not for untold gold-or even
for a kiss on that russet hair
would I have let Joan Lyndon read
the poem on the night before the
dawn of her wedding day.
50 / told her she had best turn in
early, so as to arrive bright and
fresh tomorrow morning; and with
scarce a goodnight, she went to her
tent, nor looked back at me as she
went.
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duced that yell could live to produc.
another-followed second.
"Oh, my God" said some ono
the silence that followed. 1t was NJ.
Joan; | knew that, because she b.d
jumped out Of her chair at tho sr-.
cry and run right over to ne ana
| was holding her in my arms ssn
shook all over.
Don't be frightened; its no,b
ing" said, "nothing at all W..
Copeland'-for he was actual,
groaning and murmuring Cod,
God don't you know the tn,rs>
Haven't you heard it before?"
"Do you know it? What X -,
he shot OUT.
It's the 90. Don't you know
the 90? Ask the boys. Thevu
tell you. Some people call it,
was busy petting Joan; don't thin.
st. Anthony himself would bav.
blamed some people" wen,
on rather disconnectedly, call !,
the No, Miss Lyndon. tbers,s
absolutely nothing to be scared -.
it gave me a jolt myself, but know
it quite we'll. Some people. be.
lieve. call it the murder bird
Damn you-it's a plot, shouted
Copeland, and | heard his fec.
humping back toward the house
Hes mad said Joan Lyndon
clinging little closer 10 me.
Hes not far off il" | said "R,,.
don't you worry; III look after
him."
will YOU" she breathed. ~Tbes.
houses have no real doors, only cur
tains, ! noticed
I'm sleeping in his room. and II
tie a string between the beds
told her. The least vibration will
wake me like a shot"
Was it really bird?7 she asked
She had loosened my arm now. and
was-regrettably-r her.
self.
Really Not common one-I
don't think Copeland has heard i
before. l have, pretty often. but I've
lived longer in the bush than he mas
I'll allow its the nastiest-soundirp
thing l know. But il you'll take my
advice y l said, you'll go right of
to bed now; YOU simply must be
tired
"A little" she answered me. NOV.
ing off toward the patrol hut. where
the dull orange glow of a hurricane
lantern showed that the boys were
preparing her room for her.
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y I ER1 late -- or very early,
y do not know which, woke
up, quickly, as one does wake
in the Papuan bush, and sat erect
on the grid Of saplings that made
my bed. ! had heard nothing, but
the bushman's infallible instinct
warned me that some one was about.
lifted the rife that lay along my
leg, slipped my revolver into my belt,
and drew up the edge of my mosquito
net. The moon, which was waning,
and rose very late, had climbed high
above the crests Of the forest and
was pouring food of light into the
little clearing where our camp was
made. In the midst of the moon
light, on a log, sat Joan LYNDON
with my book of poetry in her hand,
reading.
| let down the net again, and said
never word. watched her till she
closed the book, put it back in my
swag, and slipped away to her tent.
In the morning we could not meet
each others eyes, and | knew that
she knew.
SO we hurried over the last miles
Of the long, long way, and did not
speak a word. And though we were
thirsty with the brooding heat of a
cruel northwest morning, nor she
nor | stopped to drink at the singing
streams that crossed the road. And
both Of us knew why.
About half-past eleven the green
darkness Of the trees ahead began TO
thin, and light to show through.
'That's the clearing now" l said.
stopping to let her come up. "Siai
station IS just beyond"
Joan Lyndon looked down at her
wet and mud-smeared clothes.
81 can't go in like this" she said.
"Please give NE my small swag and
wait for me-
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affairs of the magistrate and the
station.
Il wonder what that idiot Cope
land is playing at?' | said, reaching
for more curry.
He'd better make haste if he
wants any kai-kai (food), - she
answered me lightly.
Il eat according to my size. You
can't feed fourteen stone on sun
beam and a rose | said.
"Are you as much as that?' Her
glance ran over me.
1t is true / carry my weight we'll
enough. saw something in her eye
that made me hurriedly plunge into
conversation again. Was every word
to be full of pitfalls?
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@OPELAND did not come in till
~ we were nearly done, and then
he turned up breathless, hot,
with his hair disturbed and a smell
Of burned paper and sealing wax
about him. Evidently it was his
tidying-up day.
This man means to be whale
for work. thought. Most of us
can give ourselves half a days holi-
day when a pretty girl turns up in
the wilds Of the bush."
He hurried over his meal and ate
little, but | noticed that he had two
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soul, read once more the lines that
seemed to hold our fate:
And that golden cup her mother
care her. that he, jut,re lord
Gage her, tAat king Morh and size
Might drink it on their marriage daA
And jorere' loue each other.
let her tahs it up.
And to Sir Tristtam laagAng say:
".S1 Tristrom, Of thy cowtesy
Pledge me IN tAy gol3eu cupl'
Let them drink i3-let their hands
Tremble, oad their cheehs be fame.
AS they teel the fatql 5a,lds
o. q toue they dare not name,
u ith 1cild, delicious pain,
Urine about their hearts again.
And joreue1 lore each other!"
put the book il. my pocket and
stood up.
Il suppose I said to myself.
what several millions of men have
borne before in this world, without
howling, can bear without howl
ing. too
Copeland seemed to have pulled
himself together by tea time
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saEn@ to me as brought out the
cnairs and set them on a dry, snake
free space Of ground, ut isn't
drink, essentially, that is the matter
with this man"
VA HEN he came out he seemed
" to have silent fit. for he
scarcely spoke at all. but sat
and smoked, the glow Of his pipe
aad Of mine making two scarlet
piapoints against the dark Of the
forests.
Copeland. as always, struck the
jarrine note.
well" he SAID suddenly. with a
loud laugh, this is an odd sort of
wedding day for you, Miss Lvn-
don-eh?' He had hateful wav Of
tachlng "eh?' pronounced like a."
to the end Of every second sentence
| do not know what she was
going to answer him, for of a sudden
something happened. Out OF the
dark-lt was impossible to say
wnence-rose a cry so frightful as
to send shock right down my
spine.
Immediately on the heels of the
cry-though one would never have
believed that anything which pro-
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"NO o. NO' she Sqjd 'rhea UIea 10 take il from dly
loN shaNt; Mant IL raad i.