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The evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942, 1921-07-13
Eastsrner Approves
klamath Climate

Mrs. c. s Morris and daughter.
Helen, are spending July with rela-
tives here and enjoying the outdoor
life Of klamath county. Mrs. Nor
ris is q sister Of Oscar and willard
Peyton. local fuel dealers. She is
elated over the discovery OF eli-
mate whore the days are full OF
sunshine and the nights are cool
and restful. She finds the local
climate a decided contrast to that
OF her homo city. st. Louis, Mo.
Barring one or two experiences
she finds the western life perfect.
She "is not crazy about" sleeping
out all night without even tent
for cover. after one trial, and she
thinks II she again should have to
take the outside in passing 4 car
on Topsy grade. she will dismount
and keep the inside track.
The evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942, 1921-07-13
WANTS WATER

SALEM. Oregon. July l3. -
The city Of Lakevisw has applied
to the state engineer for a permit to
appropriate water from Burnt creek
and from three springs for domestic
use.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15
The. Hour of Twelve

covered the whole with spruce and
then twined June roses among the
green. Joyce was to be married in a
veritable bower of roses.
After many weeks Of joyous prep
arations the fateful morning dawned.
Joyce opened her large blue eyes In
happy anticipation but snapped them
shut as quickly. 1t was dull, gray
day with clouds threatening, rain any
minute.
II hate to look out" she walled,
why couldn't it be a bright, sun
shiny day?
Her sister, Antoinette, reused her
self and threw an arm about her.
I'm glad we didn't plan a garden
wedding" she comforted, slipping out
of bed. Don't worry your poor little
head over the weather. Everything is
going to go off fine even if the weather
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15
By JoelIa Johnson

twelve. The wedding was planned for
nigh noon. Just as the clock struck
The hour was to be the signal for Mary,
from the concealed depths of the arch,
to begin the wedding march. The
maids were beginning to light the can
dies. The ushers were placing the rib
ooned isle.
But without music the wedding
would fall fat Yet five miles there
and back lay between that precious
music. Could Holmes possibly make
It? Speeches., she nodded to Holmes
20 make try. Holmes car fairly
shot out of the drive and up the road.
Don't let anyone know" she whis-
pered to Mary, "and above all, Joyce,
I'm so sorry" Mary kept punctuating
The minutes of the clock
The clock pointed fifteen minutes of
Twelve. The guests wondered and a
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15
When Marcia Sang

At first his meaning was not clear to
her. But when at last she understood
she gave startled cry.
"YouI Anthony Roth! o, and 1
dared this! And my voice! You think
it has promise? Then it is my turn to
be happy!"
at is indeed. And now L imagine
you will wish to tell your father the
good news. AS for myself, ] am anx-
ious to greet David Henderson and
congratulate him on a splendid
daughter"
The mans eyes were kind as they
met Marcia's and the girl suddenly
thought them the finest eyes in the
world.
They swung home, wordless and
happy.
But as an old song says, when
happiness comes, so sorrow comes,
too." When the two reached the Hen
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15

guests at the library door.
Douglas and all his family have
just come. Doug and Joe, the best
man, are with father. The wedding
cake is all arranged on the hall table. :"
In few minutes she was back.
The rector is here" she announced
land Mary and Holmes have been here
for over an hour. So we're sure of the
music. Mary was to play the bridal
march and also during the ceremony
I'm sure everything is going off fine.
Your veil is dream" and off she few.
Mary met her at the foot of the
rose-twined stairway with white,
strained face.
What shall I do?' she gasped. i've
forgotten the music. thought Holmes
had it and he thought / had it."
Antoinette, panic stricken, glanced
at the clock. 1t was twenty minutes of
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15

though he almost deserves that horrid
name" said the teacher.
John" turning to the boy whose
cheeks were flushed with the insults,
explain the matter to the principal
and myself this afternoon.
During the remainder of the periods
before recess the whole room was
buzzing with excitement in spite of the
teachers pleading for order, for even
she could hardly keep herself to her
work.
At last recess came. The boys and
girls ran out, for they were glad to get
chance of talking over the mornings
excitement. Only John FELTON, walked
slowly away. Many times his friends
walked by him, their curious eyes
resting on him, but he turned away. On
one side of the school yard a group of
girls were talking heatedly. manag-
ing to get a bite of their lunch every
now and then.
yes, he is a. traitor. Imagine. not
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15

sible that this startlingly pale, hollow
eyed man was the charming. irrespon-
sible youth who had SO often mingled
with them all? 1t did not seem pos
sible. His black evening clothes and
equally black hair threw into bold re-
lief the marble whiteness OF his face,
which in turn emphasized the bril-
Hancy Of his hazel eyes. He had the
look of a man whose soul was crushed.
But he sang; and as the limpid, soul
full notes scared on, the audience for
got the singer in his song. Not so
with Morneen for he was singing for
her.
The song had ceased. Applause up
on applause rent the air; cali upon call
for an encore was heard until the d.
rector spoke, announcing that for the
Grand Finale Shawn OMoor would
sing a song of his own composing.
The grand piano was pushed onto
the stage; the maestro reIinquished
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15
By Phil Moore

were in a good humor. However, in
terruptions were bound to happen, and
no chance occurred where they could
indulge in a business argument.
Suddenly strange thing happened.
Mrs. Hill came into the room after a
short absence and the look on her face
halted all conversation. Spasmodically
she announced that Vera had been
sick all day and the doctor had just
pronounced her very i'll with con-
tagious disease. The house. was
quarantined for 10 days.
It was the ninth day of their confine-
ment and the guests were assembled
about the fireplace. Fortunately, none
Of them had contracted the fatal dis
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15

- Err the land Of the free and the
home of the brave" With
these words still ringing in
the air, the eighth grade pupils sat
Gown There was few minutes Of
ilurmuring in the classroom and then
Hiss Marley, the teacher, exclaimed:
John FELTON,! Didn't you sing our
song. The Star Spangled Banner'?"
There was deep silence, broken by
the teachers voice: John! Answer
ne. yes or not"
The answer came slowly but dis
tnctly: mol"
Il thought you didn't. May I ask
yhy?"
II couldn't"
You what?" cried Miss Farley.
I'm sorry, but could not sing it."
John replied
Both the teacher and the pupils
looked at him aghast. You traitorl"
ped out small voice.
Marion. no one asked your opinion,
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15

few inquired about Holmes mad race.
but Antoinette kept smiling. Ten
minutes and Ave minutes Of twelve.
Now. she felt wild desire to laugh.
She felt sure now something unusual
would mark this wedding if Holmes
did not make It. oh, he must make 1t!
AS each report came from the constant
watch up the road, Antoinette felt as
If she would collapse.
Saved" came the welcome report
at exactly two minutes OF twelve,
when Holmes dashed wildly into sight.
Antoinette gave the signal for the
rector, the best man and the groom
to take their places, and when the
clock struck the tenth stroke OF
twelve she led the bridal party as Mary
began the exquisite joyous strains of
Here comes the bride"
The rest of the wedding went by like
a blur to Antoinette. She moved and
did her part in a detached way She
heard the guests wishing the bride joy
and hazy recollection of Joyce look
ing like misty shining cloud OF hap
piness. For the sun had come in all
its glory just at noon. Just as Joyce,
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15

WITS terrible Simply awful" this
ejaculation from the exasperat-
ed Mrs. Williamson as she waved
, err hands around in mid-air,
Huh? What's wrong now?" grunted
Ter husband as he slipped into his
elmer coat, giving the collar that little
Unnecessary pat which always accom-
lanies such a performance.
Why, these hair nets" continued
lis spouse as she finally untangled the
cobwebby substance between her fng-
ers sufficiently to slip it over her
Ilarcelled locks; "the quality. the coll
or, the size--they're all wrong!'
The least of my worries, my dear.
Why pick an accomplishing husband
d infict such tale of woe upon? My
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15

ease, and as they talked, realizing that
the next day they were to be released,
they laughed over their odd and rather
ridiculous positions. Every day the
phone had been constantly in use,
either with business communications,
or with young daughters and some
calling long enough to tease their pa
rents with wild tales of thir doings:
although they really had flown to rela-
tives on the night of the eventful mis-
hap.
Mr.. and Mrs. Williamson seemed to
be the happiest of the group. In the
preceding days the men had sickened
of social discourse and had talked
business most of the time. Mr.. Hark-
ners became we'll acquainted with Mr.
Williamson and the latter had taken
advantage of his strange position to
adroitly sketch the details of his "big
deal" in a clever, concise way. He
never rushed the matter, knowing that
he had ten days to get what he was
going after. That morning, in the pres
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15

is sloppy. l don't believe the weather
has anything to do with It," she
continued, hopping into her clothes.
Think of Mariana Drew's wedding
day. 1t poured and she's just as hap
by and prosperous as she can be-" She
bent to kiss her sister. Nov, just re-
vel in the glory of the most glorious
day of your life and don't waste a
precious moment on harrassing de-
tails" she admonished and fed to the
kitchen.
There was just stacks of work and
thousands of details to attend. Break
fast trays for the guests had to be got
ready, last minute flowers to arrange,
last minute wedding gifts were arriv-
ing and must be unwrapped and dis
played in the gift room.
Mrs. Martin, IN dove gray georgette,
was busy cordially welcoming the
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15
The Big Deal.

mind is occupied with troubles far
greater than a hair net. tell you,
Nancy. if that big deal isn't pulled off
next month my chance of getting the
managership of the company's largest
office is all off,
Mrs. Williamson gave an under
standing nod. After few moments
contemplation she turned to her hus-
band and said: Listen, George: Mr..
Harkners is the one man who matters
in this deal, isn't he?"
Eyes"
well, 1 earnestly believe that to-
night will afford you big chance.
Mr.. and Mrs. Harkners are going to be
present at the Hills dinner party. Do
you understand the significance, dear?
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15
Music Hath Charms

their midst to while away the gorge
GUS Summer days? Then he had sud-
denly departed without apparent rea-
son. Soon he was heard of from the
battledelds Of France. not as the gift
ed singer, but as the warrior, and with
the news of him came the strange ru-
NOR that the sweet singer had not
trilled note since he had left Fair
lawn. What had caused the silence?
Why had the singer ceased his song?
That was the mystery of Shawn
0Moor.
Gradually the auditorium was filled,
and presently all seats were occupied
except the Bronson box, which fact
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15

in ages. But perhaps 1t will do me good
to scoot over the crust for bit"
Marcia's heart was very full as she
gazed at the glittering expanse Of
white with the lift of blue sky above,
and the lean branches of elm and oak
outlined against the azure. Her eyes
sparkled as she struck out over the
crust, pole in hand and jaunty crimson
cap a-tilt one ear. She came to halt
20 minutes later before a great, gray
ash that guarded the entrance to a
snow-mantled wood.
But there was someone there before
her A young man occupied the rustic
seat which circled the great ash. His
temples were touched with gray, but
his eyes were young.
Broken strap" he explained, wav-
ing one hand toward his feet.
"Oh!" said Marcia, that's horrid.
But / think the crust is hard enough to
walk on without them. Isn't this air
wonderful"
Intoxicating" he agreed. II dread
the thought of leaving this big out
doors for stuffy parlor. I'm to call
on an invalid and his daughter this
afternoon"
Marcia glowed. Then I do pity
you. They sound just like daddy and
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15

all radiant in her pretty blue trave
ing suit, threw her bouquet to Il
bridesmaids as she descended the ros
twined staircase. Philip whately toe
her arm and led her into the deserte
living room.
"It's time" he whispered, for you
attend TO your own wedding. Com
dear" He bent to kiss her. 'I log
you. You know It"
Say, you spooners," broke IN Brotl
er Bob. You'll miss the show. C,
out and watch the bride of"
Joyce caught her sister as she can
out and whispered: 1T was all s
sweet and I'll help with yours" II
bride was gone.
Gee. I felt like doing a handsprin
over the porch rail when Holmes &,
there and everything went or on Il
tick. Such a relief, said Brother 30
Your turn next, Sis"
mo more sweet little home weddinf
for me-" laughed Antoinette, dead tire
but dellcfously happy. Just the bare
formalities to make it legal. so / Ct
enjoy every minute Of H."
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15

his seat; Shawn o'Moor would be hi
own accompanist In his Grand Final
Then on waiting ears fell the heart
breaking words of Fair Thee Wei
Rose o. My Heart" The notes poure
forth, and to Morneen their yer
sweetness scorched her soul, for sh
alone knew their meaning.
AS the last note reached its heigh
the singer was seen to pitch forwar
across the keys, and at the same tim
commotion arose In the Bronson DO,
Mrs. Bronson had tainted.
Hastily the curtain was rung dow
and the auditorium cleared but the az
dience Of the evening did not need tb
morning papers TO tell them that 70
Shawn O'Moor his encore had indee
been his Grand Finale. To Bronso
came the revelation that his million
had purchased only the body of Nor
neen, for her heart had always he
Ionged TO Shawn oMoor.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15

echoes ring with unwonted beauty. The
atmosphere was sympathetic and it
was a sight worth seeing-the girl,
straight and slim in her crimson gar
ments, the lift of her sleek head, the
long curving line of her throat, the
listening man.
When the last note had died upon
the air she turned joyously.
ooh, If can do as well when he
comes! How very, very much easier
1t would be to sing to him here in the
snowy silence where every echo is a
fiattery!"
Her companion rose eagerly. "It
was superb thing of shattered crys-
tails. can not tell you how splendid
it was. And as for Anthony Roth, you
have your wish. You have sung to him
here. And you shall be his master
piece, a song bird that shall startle
musical America"
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15

ence of the two wives, now gre
friends, short brief had been draw
up by "will" and signed by "Hsrk
as they affectionately termed each otl
er now.
The group was just finishing an o
melody that had been popular in the
day when the phone rang.
1t was Betty.
ooh, mother, I'm so excited, and VT
you please tell Mr.. and Mrs. Barkne
that Bob has been so good and kir
and has tried to cheer me up so muc
in your absence that / just couldn
help falling in love with him, the dea
and were engaged. Wait a minut
mumsy, he wants to talk TO you al
his mother and dad"
After the animated conversation he
finished the four victims of Fate Loo
ed at each other and laughed. Mr.. w
hanson shook his head with an amuse
chuckle and reiterated, TITS a gre.
life!"
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15

"Oh. George, / forgot to mention
that Bob Harkners is taking Betty to
the theater this evening. He seems
quite interested In our pride and, joy;
don't you think so?"
For answer she received short,
dry laugh.
That's a good one" chuckled the
amused George. bob Harkners ex-
erts ali his youthful energy to fas-
cinate my daughter, while I'm about to
exert all my will power to interest his
dad. It's great Iife!''
At,dinner Fortune favored the couple
by seating them near the coveted prize.
Conversation ran smoothly and, forth
fed by an excellent dinner and little
of the last stray vintage. the men
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15
By Elsie Endicott

son. Oh. had she known that
for her happiness lay only in the heart
CT the sweet singer!
She could not forget the singer or
the song. That was it, the song which
he had sung for her and to her alone;
the song with which he had hidden her
farewell. The memory of 1t filled her
heart with pain; she could not forget
Fare thee well, Rose o. my Heart
A hush of expectancy fell upon the
audience as Shawn O'Moor appeared
10 Morneen the shock of seeing him
gain was almost unbearable, and to
all who had previously seen him the
shock was overwhelming. Was it pos
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15

TT was a crisp, snow-swept morn
ing when Marcia tiptoed
downstairs shortly after dawn,
% build the fire in the old range.
Except for one thing, it might have
been like any other morning. But An
ihony Roth, the great musical critic,
ind a personal friend OF her fathers,
vas to Judge Marcia's voice today.
AS she scratched the match against
he stove cover her fingers trembled
with ecstacy. All through her morning
duties the tremulous, delightful feeling
persisted. Even when she called her
sisters to breakfast her voice held a
new note of suppressed vitality.
1t seemed to Marcia as If the meal
would never end. She hurried through
iler household tasks that she might
the sooner get at her practicing.
All the morning she sat at her piano
carefully going over each one of her
cores. giving special attention to the
Jewel Song" from Faust" At IL she
vas tired and her voice was clouded.
'Ior father looked at her yearningly.
Marcia, child, you have been too
long at your music. Get into your ski
ing toys and out with you"
The girl smiled with an effort.
Why. Dad. haven't done any skiing
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15

singing the most wonderful, patriotic
song In the world o, and 1 thought
him so nice. Why, he might even
murder some 'un, he must be so des
perate," said Marion, her face twisting.
Marion, dear, don't be so excited"
replied dark little girl beside her.
Something must be at the bottom of
all this. Don't forget that he has two
brothers in the United States army,
and that his mother, am sure. is the
most patriotic, dearest lady, and"
80, Grace Quinn, you're in love with
John! Don't deny it, now"
I'm not, Helen Carey: but 1 do
think that I should know John. for
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15

vt was decided at last in family
conclave that Joyce was to have
a wedding. Not a formal church
affair, but Just sweet little home
Wedding with a few close friends and
relatives. The family had lived In
his spacious old colonial home for al
most quarter of century and this
vas the first great event to take place
within its portals. Something unusual
must mark the very first wedding.
Ways and means were devised.
There was the house to decorate, the
Mothers dress. the flowers and the
Wedding cake.
Brother Bob. who was handy with
ools. was pressed into seYice and he
constructed wonderful arch of chick
N wire In one end OF the living room
there the ceremony was to take
place. A bevy OF loving girl friends
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15

in the staid New England family, fol-
lowed closely by her millionaire hus-
band. AS they took their places, the
overture started and all attention was
turned to the program for the evening.
As Morneen listened to the numbers
that preceded the appearance of Shawn
o'Moor she wondered why he had come
back to Fairlawn, why he had broken
his silence. Was it true that he was
broken man, that the ravages of war
was taking its toll? With heart sor-
rowing with pain for the days of long
ago, when she had weighed in the bal
ance the heart and song of Shawn
O'Moor with the wealth of young Bron-
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15

aroused considerable comment. Who
among the inner circle did not recall
the romance of six Summers ago of
the beautiful, elusive Morneen Garlic
ton and Shawn O'Moor? Had she
caused the singer to cease his song?
No, it could not be, for theirs was just
the usual Summer romance, having its
beginning and ending under the Sum-
mer stars.
The murmur of the audience sudden
ly ceased. for the Bronsons were en-
tering their box. First came Morneen,
regal in her blonde beauty; she might
have been Morse goddess that the
God of Life had mistakenly deposited
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15
By Abner Anthony j.,

derson home, all was in confusion.
during Marcia's absence Mr.. Hender-
son had suffered shock and was now
in a serious condition. The doctor
and some of the neighbors were in at
tendance. Helen had been called
from her school, but was too nervous
to be Of much help, while Meridith,
usually fairly capable, was hindrance
to herself and everyone else.
Marcia, dry-eyed and practical,
moved about, here and there. placing
things at the bedside. She would have
to sacrifice her musical future on the
altar of hlial love. There was no one
else to tend her father in his helpless
condition.
The girls heart was sore and ach-
ing. She slept at tho sick mans side
that night. In the morning a trained
nurse relieved her and she went out
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15
By Parke Whitney

I know that you are a patriot! I
know you are" he repeated as John
lifted his head proudly and answered,
Il am, sir"
We'll, won't you tell me the reason?
There is one, of course"
''Because-because had promised
mother not to sing today!"
''Wh-a-ti!l"
Eyes, sir; mother had a headache.
and as was singing she made me
promise not to sing today, and I
couldn't, you know, although mother
would rather have let me break my
promise. But had to keep it, for she
hadn't given me her consent to break
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I Told You So--

of this, lifted his head higher.
The minutes few on, and soon the
class was dismissed, the teacher and
John remaining.
John. you may go up to the princi-
pal, and tell him that I will soon be
up, too
"All right, ma'am"
After few seconds of waiting in the
office Miss Farley came in. She told
the story to Mr.. Gregg, the principal,
who listened quietly. When she fin
ished he turned to John, who did not
move once during the teachers recital,
end said: Come now, my boy, won't
you tell me the cause of this trouble?
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-15

Now let's do our best. If you once
get a chance for an uninterrupted con-
versation, it will be an easy matter"
Mr.. Williamson considered the mat
ter and smiled.
I'm glad you told me that, Nan, be-
cause it will be a big asset. But you
know these dinner parties-not much
chance for secluded conference"
You wait, 1 just know that I can
arrange It," and, slipping a silken
scarf over her coiffure, the little wife
gave her husbands arm an encourag-
ing squeeze.
While driving through the mass of
machines that thronged the avenue at
this time second thought occurred to
her.