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The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1920-11-04
VOTERS IN
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(IOnIlnUeu lTCm rage Une)
Commissioner Middle District-W.
K. Cheesman, R, 1868 James f
Harris, D., 1887.
Three Without Opponent
William A. Bond, Paul Beckett, and
Howard Horton, respectively Republi
can candidates for judge of the Wayne
circuit court, prosecuting attorney and
surveyor, had no Democratic opposi-
ton.
Throughout the campaign a vigorous
fight was waged against Ora J. Davies
Republican candidate for treasurer OF
state and it resulted in a large num-
The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1920-11-04

RENO, New, Nov. 4.-Returns from
every county in Nevada today give
Tasker l.. odds, (R), a lead of 1,077
over Senator Charles B. Henderson,
the Democratic incumbent. Practical
ly complete figures give: eddie 10,-
636; Henderson 1853; Anne Martin
Und) 1924.
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FUNERAL NOTICE
Whitewater Lodge, Odd
Fellows, will hold services for
Brother w. w. Hollopeter to-
night at 1880.
l. A. Handley, Sec.
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ton. The trouble between the
constabulary and Sim Feiners
has crown worse daily since the
death OF Terrence MacSwine-.
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ALBUQUERQUE. N. NJ. Nov. 4.
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in tire force now in Ulster as an
indication that England is
"throwing ring of steel" around
that province to handle the sieua-
The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1920-11-04
LIBERTY BONDS

NEW YORK. Nov. Final pr
on Liberty bonds today We're:
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LOCAL HAY MARKET
(By Associated Press.)

Steady; No timothy. SO; Clover,
$1,000.
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In the presidential race Senator
Harding in 1920 precincts received
1O4,74S votes and Governor Cox 1851
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Princes stall and climbed into the loft. "I'll throw him some hay" he said, land will be back in minute" i" He pitched a liberal supply through a hole in the loft floor and it filled the manager.
 '"Oh, Dick!" called Arthur.
 "Yes; in just a second"
 You had better hurry, or 1t will all be gone"
 What will be gone?" asked Dick, who came running down the ladder. "Why, the horse is eating all that dried grass. I never saw anything so funny"
 Well. what did you think he'd do with it?''
 q don't know; sit down on it, may be-"
 t'Then what do you think he eats?" "Why. I suppose meat. potatoes and things like that"
 Dick gave a whoop of amaZement. tfWell, never!" he added.
 They left the barn and Arthur point ed to sty. What are those fero- cious an1ma1s?" he asked.
 They're hogs," said Dick.
 Ugh! they're horrible; they're the dirtiest things ever saw"
 You like ham, don't you?" asked Dick.
 "Yes," said Arthur; when it is served with potato salad"
 Well, ham comes from hogs just like these.''
 You don't mean it! Then I'm never going to touch it again."
 Do you know where roast beef comes from?" asked Dick.
 The city boy shook his head.
 Its part of COW, or an ox."
 Arthur made no reply; but he look
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trees, perhaps. There must be some other kind of potatoes. Ours never looked like that"
 Dick picked one up, opened his jack knife and peeled off the skin. Does that look any better?" he asked.
 ''I should say so. Does any other vegetable grow in the ground?"
 Well, rather" said Dick: Onions, radishes, beets, carrots and some other things I can't just now think of"
 Do peas?"
 "No. Step over here. There are some peas, on that vine."
 We never had any peas like those. They are so big"
 Are these what you mean?" asked Dick, as he cracked a pod and shelled the contents into his hand.
 "Oh, those are peas!" cried Arthur in delight. But what makes you keep them in those funny green cases?"
 Goodness gracious, kid! we don't put 'em in there. That's the way they grow.''
 Arthur was very tired that night and went to bed early; but his brain was in a whir1 and it was long before he fell asleep.
 He was awakened before dawn by strange sounds and he called, Moth er!"
 What is it, dear?'
 Mother, what funny automobile horns they have out here."
 q haven't heard any, dear"
 Listen a moment, mother"
 She did so; and soon from the barn yard came "cock-a-doodle-do!" -
 There it is," said Arthur.
 "Why, that's rooster, crowing," said mother. ---
 How funnyI" said the city boy. .I thought 1t was a machine"
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By Walt Gregg

ed sideways at his companion, to see If he was making fun of him.
 They returned to the house by way of the kitchen. and when they had entered the dining-room Arthur ask ed:
 What was my grandmother doing in there%' -
 t'She is cooking. Do you mean to say that you never saw anybody cook?"
 'tNo," said Arthur.
 Don't you know how things are got ready for the table?"
 Why you sit down, mother writes something on a piece of paper, and a waiter brings the things in.''
 Dick whistled. Its good thing you came to the country" he said. Well, how do you like it?" asked mother, when she had taken him up stairs to be washed for dinner.
 Its ali so funny" said Arthur; and then he commenced to ask questions about the washbowl and pitcher.
 After the noon-day meal grandmoth- CT told Dick to fetch some potatoes.
 Want to come along?" he asked Arthur.
 Certainly" the boy replied.
 Dick took a hoe and they went out to the garden, where the elder boy commenced to work.
 What are those things you are throwing into the basket?" asked Ar thur.
 They're potatoes"
 Those things potatoes! Do pota- toes come out of the dirt?'
 ''They grow in the ground" said Dick, Where did you think they grew?"
 q never thought" said Arthur; "on
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suite. These rooms were on the twelfth floor. From the windows Ar thur had view of thousands of houses and buildings, and of cloud of smoke that hung over the lower part of the city. TSornettmesla af wind would sweep this smoke away and he could see in the distance something that glistened like silver and curved first one way, then another. Nurse told him that 1t was a river.
 When tired of play in the rooms Ar thur was permitted to ride up and down in the elevators, or to walk around in the hotel lobby and talk to the clerks.
 Every afternoon when the weather was pleasant he was carefully dressed for the street. If 1t rained or showed he was just az carefully dressed to stay indoors. In the summer he wore white waists. with broad starched col lars, a clean one each day. In winter his overcoat and hat were carefully brushed and his shoes were freshly polished. And he wore kid gloves. Either mother or nurse carefully ex- amined him when he was ready, fo1 they knew that some of the hotel la dies would be sitting in the hotel lob by and would inspect him as he went out.
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Whats the matter, bub?" asked grandfather.
 Nurse told me that horses run away"
 "Nonsense,' said grandfather; and he swung the boy into a seat beside his mother.
 Arthur was silent during the drive. He was worried about the horse; and he wondered why his grandfather didn't have a machine. Grandma was at the gate to welcome them-that is, she thought she was grandma until she was introduced to Arthur as grandmother. Anyway she gave the boy a tight hug.
 He drew back and re-arranged his clothing. ~Is my collar mussed ?" he asked.
 "Mussed fiddlesticks!" cried the old lady. You are here to have a good time and not to think about your clothes. Jane," and she turned to Arthur's mother, "is that the way you have brought this boy up?"
 q am afraid he has had too much hotel life," she answered.
 Arthur was surprised to hear his mother called by that name. Father always said Jeanette, and so did the ladies with whom she was well ac- quainted.
 As breakfast had been eaten in the dining-car grandfather suggested tha1 Arthur might like to see something O. the place, and he called: Dick come here"
 A boy of twelve answered. He was barefooted and wore overal1s. He haC a handsome, smiling face and the ret glow of health shone through the tan
 "It was pretty Nonesome after yo,
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By Will Seaton

meet you at the station, and you will stay at the rectory till I have settled matters elsewhere"
 A couple of hours later Raphael Macaronf thought he was entertain ing a vociferous maniac when Mrs. Saponatius-Smith stormed up his stairs and invaded the studio with the force of a blizzard.
 She carried her umbrella as if 1t were Excalibur, and exclaimed. You vfllainl" Then, just like g woman, she burst into torrent of tears.
 Raphael Macaroni was savage at first, then a mixture of humor and disgust made him silent. He man aged, however, to indicate by raising his eyebrows and shruggiag his shoulders that he was intensely Sur prised at her sudden eruption.
 eff it wasn't for the exposure m the Sunday papers I would put you in prison," she blubbered.
 He was dumfounded and looked guilty of anything.
 You have been seeing my daughter clandestfnely, and now you have dis graced her."
 Raphael thrust his long white fingers through his abundant hair and shouted: Do tell me what it is you think I have done, madam"
 Think, indeed!" she snorted. "I have had the evidence of my own eyes. My daughter has been here without my knowledge"
 q have not seen Miss Hildegarde since she came with you"
 Look here, Signor Macaroni, have been to the Royal Academy Now do you understand how ashamed I fell as a mother? My daughter has been to see you, and, what is worse she took off her shoes and stockings here"
 Raphael Macaroni stared hard al the heavy scarlet face before him and then burst into peal after peal O. laughter.
 Perhaps there Is some mistake,' she said. fin a modified tone, "but must know everything. Be perfectr. frank with me, and I'll give you 910t for the picture called April ant then I'll burn 1t"
 "Burn it, madam? It is my master piece. I have already an offer o double that sum for it."
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mother, truculently.
 we have treated him shabbily, and he is a gentleman as well as an it.. ma."
 "He knows that I, simply won't pay, on principle.''
 You commissioned him to paint me, and he naturally expects you to pay his fee. I should like to go and apologize to him. He is the incest man l ever met"
 "Ho. indeed! We'll, let me tell you that you are not going there without me-"
 "No, mama, of course not" Hide garde replied dutifully.
 The old lady w1ote to Raphael making final offer of 97O for the portrait. He replied, courteously re- fusing to discuss the matter on any other basis than the terms he men toned when he last had the pleasure of seeing her.
 Weeks passed swiftly, and the Royal Academy opened it's doors for the May exhibition without any com muntcation from Raphael Macaron1. Mrs. Saponatius-Smith saw his name in the Morning Boast, but did not understand the jargon in which art critics write notices of pictures. AClS "dS SOOu uSdi dDOuL 1l6uI and shade and values, which was less intelligible to her than Chaldean.
 She determined to go quietly and see his picture for herself. It was plain that it was not portrait from the title, April which conveyed nothing to her mind more poetical than umbrellas.
 Now, "Iildegarde had never seen her mother the worse for wine, and she nearly fell into the ornamental lakelet in the garden when she saw her majestic parent coming up the path swaying like an intoxicated camel.
 Mama, whatever is the matter?''
 Don't talk to me, Miss. Change your dress at once; Perkins is pack. ing small bag. I want you te catch the o'clock express for Park stone."
 "But what for, Mama?" asked the girl, more mystif1ed than ever.
 Don't cross-question me, Miss, bu do as you are told. Your uncle will
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and Si got married" said grandfather. "Dick goes long way toward filling the gap."
 T am very glad to meet you. Dick" said mother. "This is my little boy and he Is very anxious to learn all about farm, aren't you, Arthur"
 "Yes'm,'' said Arthur.
 That's f1ne," said. grandfather. Take him out and show him the sights, Dick"
 So the two boys started across the lot, toward the barn. They had taken only few steps when Arthur stopped. "You forget your shoes and you'll get your feet soiled," he said.
 Dick laughed. "I never wear shoes In summer, except on Sunday, and then I don't want to-"
 Don't things stick in your toes?"
 "Oh, I'm used to that"
 At the pump Dick stopped for a stopped over to pick something up. An instant later he screamed, for a speckled hen had flown in his face.
 Hi! drop that quick, or she'll peck your eyes out!" cried Dick.
 Something that resemb1ed a fluffy ball of yellow fell from Arthur's hands and he ran crying to Dicks side. T just picked up that pretty little bird when that big thing jumped at me-" he said
 Why! sakes alive!" exclaimed Dick; f'don't you know chickens That's little chicken and the mother hen was only fighting you to save her child"
 well. who would ever have thought that was a chicken" said Arthur as they again started toward the barn.
 Arrived inside Dick left Arthur near
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The. Wonderful Ad

We don't believe in it, you know, Sfgnor."
 Her style put his sensitive nature on edge. and he said care1essly, '1 only charge 15O guineas for DOT trait"
 "Wha-at?" she screamed.
 -'I am not going to ask you for so much," he said. taking in the situa- ton.
 O." she quavered, what will you charge me?" And she blinked nerv- ously as he mentally calculated her means.
 T will accept 100 guineas from you, madame
 One hundred guineasl" she gasped in amazement.
 Had you no idea of what an artist Is entitled to charge for portrait? ?' he asked, somewhat nettled.
 "I thought 20, or 30, or 50 pounds at the outside"
 My dear madam, the man who would work for such prices could not paint at all"
 "I think you ought to have given me some hint of your high charges. I simply won't pay it, Signor."
 eff you don't, I shall consider"
 Now, for goodness sake, don't put me out of temper; m all of trem- ble already"
 'I am sorry.' he replied courteous ly; you had better write to me. I too, do not like scenes. It is a pity we did not have an understanding at first. I fear am to blame."
 well. that Is kind of you. I will give you 50 guineas, you are SO nice
 "No. no," he said, throwing up his hands, eft is useless. I am an artist cannot take less"
 "It Is a nuisance that you are sc proud" she said, taking a last look at the portrait, which was a splendid likeness. Do be sensible, and II post a cheque tonight"
 q regret, madam, that I cannot ac, cept less than the reduced fee I have mentioned"
 When they returned home Hide garde was given a graphic accoun of the affair, and, to her mothers in tense modification, she said sh, would be ashamed to go to the studio again.
 '~Why, may ask?" clustered tn
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verts had given her the proud boise of her head, the beautiful modelling of her features, the bewitching arch of her instep and the delicate lines of her little hands.
 Thornton was young, sturdy and broad shouldered. The clear-cut lines of his clean-shaven face pronounced him an aggressive man of action.
 The little god looked and winked covertly.
 "I am glad the house went to you at the auction, Mr. Thornton" said Miss Calvert, with a little catch Of the breath.
 When I used to shake down horse chestnuts in this very garden for a It. tie pink and white tyrant, I was Jtm- n.y." he said ch1dingly.
 Jimmy. if you wish 1t still, then" {" she said with the faintest flush.
 "I do." he asserted eagerly. The
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and crumpets during the sittings and kept her mental activities on the alert by reading the smart set gossip m the Actressocracy World.
 The picture progressed rapidly, and the portrait was rapturously pro- nounced ca speaking likeness"
 You have not flattered her, as so many painters do.'
 Artists must live," he smiled, and added, after looking at Hildegarde, With your daughter 1t was not neoes- sary;" the old lady. That Is the worst oi these Italtans-they are so gone on beauty"
 Hildegarde had no romantic notions about love. It was an orderly, pas sive sort of passion, associated in her mind with housekeeping and young man of gentlemanly propensities who had a season ticket to the city. He had not appeared on her horizon yet, but spinster, old or young, Is a creature of absolute convictions, and has invincible faith in her own de- auctions. What has happened to otn- CTS will happen to her.
 We have not spoken about terms Signor Macaroni."
 "Ah, no, I too had forgotten that in the pleasure of painting your charming daughter. I have no feaz on that score with you," and he bowed and smiled in his courtly for. eign way.
 Mrs. Saponatius-Smith flushed ana fdgeted, for she felt that his polite ness would foil her desire to reduce any fee he proposed.
 He mistook her emotion, and as sisted her to anticipate his price. ", am not fashionable portrait painter yet. I cannot claim 5000 guineas, and he laughed.
 Good gracious!" she replied, brid ling. well, they would not get i out of me-"
 "No?" he said in that musical voic' of his.
 what is it for?" she asked. witl 8 snort.
 For their genius, madam" he re piled, with touch of the true artist pride in his manner.
 'tHo, I daresay; but people in tn suburbs are not taken in by genius
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stepped through the high, white gate that led from the street and strolled down a box-lined pGth. At the very moment Thornton un1atched the gate Miss Janet Calvert came from be- heath wistaria trellis near the house and entered the other end of the same box-lined path. They met near the bed of mignonette. Miss Gal vert bowed with something of conde- scending graciousness; Thornton re- moved his hat and his rather stern features lighter with smile of gen. uine pleasure.
 At this juncture the little god en- tered the garden. (How he managed his entrance is quite immaterial.) He perched himself on a ruined sun-dial and looked over the pair thoughtful ly.
 Young Miss Janet was good to be- hold. Generations of high-bred Cal
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little god snickered and pricked up his ears.
 You'll build big, unsightly block here. I suppose" she said.
 "No," he said quietly.
 She raised her eyebrows inquiring- 1y.
 "The land Is very valuable" she suggested.
 'Too valuable for business pur- poses," he explained.
 "Is anything more valuable than business?" she asked with the barest touch of irony in Der voice.
 "Yes," said he, sentiment"
 Isn't sentiment rather an expensive 1uxury?" sho asked
 'tNot in dollars and cents," he re- piled. "In other ways, quite so."
 "I didn't know you were senti- mentalist," she said. :. "I'm not" he returned shortly.
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What possessed you to paint my daughter as April, of all th1ngs?" she inquired testily.
 "I thought 1t a charming idea Don't you think her dress is very prettyI A plain white muslin fastened with flowers at the neck. O, it is lovely!'
 'It might be in Italy, but ladies in English suburbs do not have ther portraits painted with no boots on.
 My dear madam, could not sym- belize April in boots!"
 70, bother April; that's no excuse!~ and she favored him with 8 glance of matronly indignation that sent him into convulsions again till she was forced to smile decorously in sym pathy.
 Allow me to explain, madam" he said, drying his eyes. You refused to pay me for the portrait: An in-. spiration came to me. I altered the face slightly, just to. make 1t look sweetly sad, you know. painted out the blue dress and got a professional model to pose in white muslin frock reaching nearly to the ankles. placed crown of violets on the head instead of a tiara. and now the pie ture represents the mystic beauty of spring"
 "I know. know," she said brus- quely, interrupting him; ~it is beau- tiful-all but the bare feet The peo- pie in our set would be mortified if they knew it was my daughter.
 "It has made my fortune-see!~ and he produced 8 book of press cuts tings and several letters containing commissions.
 q will give you the 8eoo,' she said reluctantly. and then you can paint shoes and stockings on her and make her look happier"
 "No, madam, it Is already sold to a patron in Italy,"
 Thank goodness it is not going to stay in England. I am sorry for mis- judging you, Signor."
 Do not mention that, madam; shall always have the pleasantest recolections of you and your charm ing daughter" He saw her into her car, and they parted most amicably'
 Then Mrs. Saponatius-Smfth drove to the nearest postoffice and sent a telegram to Hildegarde to come home immediately.
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Then nurse would take Arthur for a walk on the boulevard, or into the park. They would meet other chill dren, also dressed in their best; and when Arthur met a child whom he knew he would bow politely: and if it was a girl he would lift his hat. In the park he could see fountain, and although nurse told him not to step on the grass, yet he could look at it and also at the trees. For that req son he liked the park better.
 Twice week, on Wednesdays and Saturdays, he went with his mother for an automobile ride. To Arthur this was about the same as riding from one floor to another in an elevator. The big machine darted from the ho- tel where he lived to another hotel. in another town, where some other per sons lived, and it went so fast every thing on both sides was blurred.
 Then one day Arthur went into the country.
 His mother left for two weeks v1s- it at the old home and took her boy with her.
 It was the first time Arthur had been on a train and he was greatly in terested, and he learned that the man who guided the engine was called an engineer and not chauffeur. When they left the cars at little station he was astonished to see his mother kiss an old man who was dressed like the street sweepers in the city, only his clothing was dark blue, instead of white. When mother told him that this was his grandfather he held out a gloved hand and said:
 Good morning, sir"
 Rut when grandfather started to Tiff him into the spring wagon he drew