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The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1922-12-14

Labor Department Head Says
Strike Problem Must Be Solved, -
Headline.
Prohibition department says tn ma
tons gotta be dry too, but II don I
pear { affect tn action OF the vets
in some sections. specially in Ole
KentuCk'.
The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1922-12-14

-Four Killed. Many Wounded in
Riot When Polish President Goes IN
Office Headline.
The Irish evidently haven't got n
mortgage on all the political rurt
stuff
The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1922-12-14
WEST VIRGINIA NEWS

The total enrolment Of Belington
grade school is 295.
The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1922-12-14

West Virginia has more living for
mer governors than any other state
There are seven not counting the
The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1922-12-14

"Embezzlement Charged Head
line.
Lettin' him off easy, chargin' 1t,
we'll remark.
The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1922-12-14

Day by day. in every way, Wheel.
The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1922-12-14

Jacob Grecnberg. OF Boston. runs
shoe shine stand. and has sent his son
to college Expecting him home for the
holidays. he has changed his business
sign 10 read: Pedal l!gaments artistic
ally Illuminated and fabricated for In
finltcs!mal remuneratinu OF 10 cents per
operation" Instead of being boot
black, he now calls himself n polish
purveyor." Some class. wot!
The St. Charles herald., 1922-09-09
By Courtney Ry1ey Cooper
Copyright By Little, Brown D Co.

rocking down the mountain side,
around a curve and out Of sight
while Fairchild merely stood there,
staring wonderingly at a ten-dollar
bill!
A noise from the rear, growing
louder, and the amazed man turned
to see a second machine, filled with
men. careening toward him. Fifty
feet away the brakes creaked, and the
big automobile came to skidding,
dust-throwing stop. A sun-browned
man in a Stetson hat. metal badge
cleaning from beneath his coat,
leaned forth.
(which way did he go?"
"He?" Robert Fairchild stared.
"Yeh. Didn't man just pass here
In an automobile? Where'd he go
straight on the main road or off on
the circuit trail?"
"It-it wasn't a man. lit was a
boy, Just about fifteen years old"
"Sure?"
"Oh, yes" Fairchild was swim
ming in deep water now. II got a
good look at him. He-he took that
road off to the left"
1t was the opposite one to which
the hurrying fugitive in whipcord had
taken. There was doubt in the inter
rogator's eyes.
"Sure of that?" he queried. I'm
the sheriff of Arapahoe county. That's
an auto bandit ahead of US, We"
"Well, l wouldn't swear to it. There
was another machine ahead, and l
lost 'em both for a second down there
by the turn"
Probably him, all right" The voice
came from the tonneau. Maybe he
figured to give US the slip and get
back to Denver"
Lets go!" The sheriff was press,
| ing foot on the accelerator. Down
the hill went the car, to skid, then to
make a short turn on to the road
which led away from the scent, leav'
| ing behind q man standing In the
middle Of the road, staring at ten
dollar bill-and wondering why he
had liedl
The St. Charles herald., 1922-09-09
CLIENT "SPlLLED THE BEAMS
Altogether Too Truthful In Answering
Question Put to Him by HIS
Own Attorney.

"Were l giving advice to a young
lawyer" said an attorney the other
day. II would advise him to be careful
about placing his client on the stand.
II is at least as we'll to know what
he is likely to answer to his attorneys
leading questions. Some time ago..
continued the lawyer, "a case was tried
in which the plaintiffs attorney GER
tainly spilled the BEANS though ac-
tually it was a cargo Of bread. rolls
and cake that was upset. A bakers
wagon had been hit by train IN
spite Of the Stop, Look, Listen sign,
and the driver sueu. On the stand
he was asked how he conducted HIM
self when ne came to the crossing,
and he replied: I just trotted gently
across looking the other way and
thinking about nothing in particular.
The attorney threw up the case on
the spot, but it was really a lack OF
foresight on his part" continued the
narrator.
The St. Charles herald., 1922-09-09

who stared at him with wide-open
eyes as she stood, hands on hips, be-
fore him.
Don't you tell me I don't know
you! II you amt Fairchild. I'll
never feed another miner corned beef
and cabbage as long as l live. Amt
you, now?" she persisted, "ain't you a
Fairchild?"
The man laughed in spite of him
self. "You guessed it."
you're Thornton Fairchild's boy !"
She had reached out for his handbag,
and then, bustling about him, drew
him into the big "parlor." Didn't
know you the minute 1 saw you?
Land, you're the picture Of your dad
Sakes alive. how Is heT
There was a moment OF silence.
Fairchild found himself suddenly halt
ing and boyish as he stood before her.
"He's-he's gone, Mrs. Howard"
"Dead? She put up both hands.
ut don't seem possible. And me re-
membering him looking just like you,
full of life and strong and"
sour pictures Of him are good deal
different. II guess you knew him
when everything was all right for him.
Things were different after he got
home again
Mother Howard looked quickly
about her, then with a swift motion
| closed the door.
"Son," she asked in low voice
didn't he ever get over it?"
"It?" Fairchild felt that he stood
on the threshold of discoveries. "Wha1
do you mean?"
"Didn't he ever tell you anything
| SOM?
"Well, there wasn't any need to-
But Mother Howards sudden embar
rassment. her change of color, TOLD
Fairchild it wasn't the truth. "He jus
had a little bad luck out here, tina
| was all. His-his mine pinched Ou
just when he'd thought he'd struck i
rich-or something like that"
Are you sure that is the truth?"
For a second they faced each other
Robert Fairchild serious and intent
Mother Howard looking at him witt
eyes defiant. yet compassionate. Sud
denly they twinkled. the lips brok
from their straight line into smile
and a kindly old hand reached out t
take him by the arm.
| "Don't you stand there and try t,
tell Mother Howard she don't know
what she's talking about!" came il
tones of mock severity. "Hear me
Now, you get up them steps and wasl
I'D for dinner. Take the first rooIn OF
the right. It's nice. CHEEKY place.
In his room. Fairchild tried not t
think. His brain was becoming to-
crammed with queries, with strang
happenings and with aggravating mys
tic;sms Of the life into which his ia
theirs death had thrown him to pei
m.s sclearness Of vision. Even Il
Neither Howard he had not been abl
The St. Charles herald., 1922-09-09
THE CROSS-CUT

The sun was slanting low. throwing
deep shadows from the hills into the
little valley with its chattering, milk
white stream, softening the scars OF
the mountains with their great refuse
dumps; reminders of hopes Of twenty
years before and as bare OF vegeta-
ton as in the days when the pick and
CAD and drill of the prospector tore
the rock loose from its hiding place
under the surface of the ground. The
scrub pines of the almost barren
mountains took on tluffier, softer
tone; the jutting rocks melted away
into their own shadows; It was pic
| ture of peace and Of memories.
And 1t had been here that Thornton
Fairchild, back in the nineties, had
dreamed his dreams and fought his
fight A sudden cramping caught the
| sons heart, and it pounded with some
| thing akin to fear. The old forebod-
| ing of his fathers letter had come
upon him, the mysterious thread Of
that elusive, intangible Thing great
| enough to break .he will and resist
ance Of a strong man and turn him
| into q weakling-silent, white-haired
sitting by a window, waiting for
death What had it been? Why had
it come upon his father? How could
it be fought? He brushed away the
beady perspiration with gesture al
most of anger, then with look of re-
lief, turned in at a small white gate
toward big, rambling building which
proclaimed itself, by the sign on the
door, to be Mother Howard's boarding
house.
A moment Of waiting, then he faced
a gray-haired kindly faced woman
The St. Charles herald., 1922-09-09
"Rodaine's a rattlesnake. His
sons a rattIesnake."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
New Type Of Power Shovel.


It has long been recognized that, to
meet certain conditions, a gasoline
driven power shovel would have ad-
vantages over machines using other
forms of power. Many attempts have
been made, patterned mostly after the
steam shovel, to adapt gasoline power
to this type of machine, but all Of
them have been open to criticism.
Now, however, a new type Of gasoline
power shovel, described in Popular
Mechanics, has been placed on the
market which is radical departure
from the accepted designs. In this
machine, which has successfully
passed it's preliminary trials, all pow
er is supplied from one slow-speed
gasoline engine, and there are no mo-
tors, engines or clutches on the boom.
The dipper can be put through any
motions possible with the steam shOv-
el. even to the shaking of the dipper
to free 1t Of sticky material. The
boom may be raised or lowered in the
usual manner, while the swing is con-
trolled by separate clutch. The
shovel is mounted on tractor treads
and is self-propelled.
The St. Charles herald., 1922-09-09
A Presbyterian Next Time.

Little Mary Lou, aged six, had al
ways been an ardent Methodist, but
was one day persuaded by a small
playmate to visit Presbyterian Sum
day school. She was enthralled BY
the new surroundings and was espe-
cially infatuated with the charming
young teacher who so cordially In
vited her to come again.
"Td like to-" said Mary Lou wist-
fully, 'if didn't have to 60 to my
own Sunday school. But do you
know, If I had my life to live over
again, I just believe I'd be a Presby'
terian."-Kansas City Star.
The St. Charles herald., 1922-09-09

tOlU Story VI SpeSN.
Far at the brow Of q steep hill 1t
appeared seeming TO hang in space
for an instant before leaping down.
ward. Rushing, plunging, once skid
ding dangerously at small curve, 1t
made the descent, bumped over
bridge, was lost for second In the
pines, then sped toward him, a big
touring car, with small, resolute
figure clinging to the wheel. Then,
with a report like a revolver shot, the
machine suddenly slowed in drunken
fashion far to one side Of the road,
hung dangerously over the steep cliH
an instant, righted itself, swayed for
ward and stopped, barely twenty-five
yards away. Staring, Robert Fair
child saw that small, trim figure had
leaped forth and was waving excited
ly to him, and he ran forward.
His first glance had proclaimed 1t q
boy; the second had told different
story. A girl-dressed in far different
fashion from Robert Fairchild's linn
tied specifications Of feminine garb-
she caused him to gasp In surprise,
then to stop and stare. Again she
waved a hand and stamped foot ex-
citedly: a vehement little thing In
snug whipcord riding habit and
checkered cap pulled tight over close
ly braided hair, she awaited him with
all the impatience Of impetuous wom-
| anhOOd.
"For goodness sake, come here!
she called, as he still stood gaping.
'Tll give you five dollars. Hurry"
Fairchild managed to voice the fact
that he would be willing to help with
out remuneration, as he hurried for
ward She dived for the tonneau.
jerking with all her strength at the
heavy seat cushion. as he stepped to
| the running board beside her.
"Can't get this dinged thing up!'
she painted. always sticks when
you're in a hurry. That's it jerk 1t.
Thanks! Here!" She reached for
| ward and a small, sun-tanned hand
grasped a greasy jack, "Slide under
the back axle and put this jack in
place, will your And rush 1t! I've
got to change a tire in nothing fiat I!
| Hurryw
Fairchild, almost before he knew 1t,
found himself under the rear of the
| car, fussing with a refractory lifting
jack and trying to keep his eyes from
the view of trinity clad, brown-shod
little feet, as they pattered about at
| A. cfdo 80 %bo oor hurriod fO the rlIn-
ming board, then stopped as wrenches
and hammer clattered to the
ground. Then one shoe was raised,
to press tight against wheel; metal
touched metal, q feminine gasp sound
ed as strength was exerted in vain
then eddying dust as the foot stamped
accompanied by an exasperated e5acu'
latiOn.<
Ding these old lugs! They're rust
ed! Got that Jack in place yetT
"Yes! I'm raising the car now"
| "Oh. please hurry" There was
pleading in the tone now. "Please! +!
The car creaked upward. Out came
Fairchild, brushing the dust from his
clothes. But already the girl wal
pressing the lug wrench into hi'
hands.
Don't mind that dirt" came he1
exclamation. 'T1l-rll give you some
extra money to get your suit cleaned
Loosen those lugs, while I get th'
spare tire of the back. And for good
ness sake. please hurry!"
Astonishment had taken ava!
speech for Fairchild. He could onl!
wonderland obey. while behind hin
The St. Charles herald., 1922-09-09
CHAPTER ~

Wonderment which got nowhere.
The sherifrs car returned before Fair
child reached the bottom of the grade,
and again stopped to survey the scene
Of defeat.
Dangerous character" Fairchild
hardly knew why he asked the ques-
ton. The sheriff smiled grimly.
IF 1t was the fellow we were after.
he was plenty dangerous. We were
trailing him on word from Denver
described the car and said he'd pulled
daylight hOld-up on a pay-wagon
for the Smelter cOmpany-so when
the car went through Golden, we took
up the trail couple of blocks behind.
He kept the same speed for a little
while until one of my deputies got a
little anxious and took shot at a
tire. Man, how he turned on the juice !!
1 thought that thing was a jack rabbit.
the way 1t went up the hill! l guess
it's us back to the Office"
The automobile went its way then,
and Fairchild his, still wondering.
And SO thoroughly did the incident en-
| gross him that it was not until truck
had come to a full stop behind him,
| and a driver mingled shout with the
footing of his horn, that he turned to
allow its passage.
Didn't hear you. old man." he apol-
ogized. "Could you give q fellow a
lift"
"Guess So" It was friendly. even
though a bit disgruntled; "hop on"
And Fairchild hoped. once more to
sit on the tailboard. swinging his legs
but this time his eyes saw the ever.
changing scenery without noticing it
In spite of himself, Fairchild found
himself constantly staring at vision
of pretty girl in riding habit, with
dark-brown hair straying about
equally dark-brown eyes. almost fren
zied in her efforts to change tire ir
time to elude a pursuing sheriff. Some
way, 1t all didn't blend. If she hadn'1
committed some sort Of depreciation
against the law, why on earth was she
willing to part with ten dollars, mere
ly to save a few moments in changing
tire and thus elude sheriff? L
there had been nothing wrong, coult
not moment Of explanation have sat
isfied anyone Of the fact?
1t was too much for anyone, ant
Fairchild knew it. Yet he clung grim
ly to the mystery as the truck clat
tered on, mile after mile. A. small
town gradually was coming into view
A mile more, then the truck stOppe,
with jerk.
"Where you bound for, pardner?"
"Ohadi."
"That's 1t, straight ahead. 1 tur1
off here. MinerT'
Fairchild shrugged his shoulder
and nodded noncommittally.
"Just thought I'd ask. Plenty o
/ work around here for single an
double jackers. Things are beginnin
to look up a bit-at least in silver"
n. "Thanks. Do you know good plac
to stop?"
II "Yeh. Mother Howard's boardin
, house. Everybody goes there, soone
, or later. You'll see 1t on the left-han
side Of the street before you get t
. the main block. Good old girl; know
! how to treat anybody in the minin
game from operators on down. Sh
! was here when mining was mining!"
/ Fairchild lifted his bag from tn
J rear Of the vehicle. waved farewe
~
. lage. And then the. vision Of the gil
{ departed, momentar:ly. to give pIac
: to other thoughts, other pictures, of
day long gone.
The St. Charles herald., 1922-09-09

a girl in whipcord riding habit and
close-pulled cap fidgeted first on one
tan-clad foot. then on the other, anx-
iously watching the road behind her
and calling constantly for speed.
At last the job was finished, the girl
fastening the useless shoe behind the
machine while Fairchild tighteaed the
last Of the lugs. Then as he straight
ened, small figure shot to his side.
took the wrench from his hand and
sent 1t, with the other tools, clatter-
ing into the tonneau. A tiny hand
went into a pocket. something that
crinkled was showed into the mans
grasp, and while he stood there gasp
ing. she Ienped to the drivers seat,
slammed toe door, spun the starter
until II wlined. and with open cut
ont roaring again was OF and away,
The St. Charles herald., 1922-09-09
~nuRRY."

EYNOPSIS.-At Thornton Fair
child's death his son Robert learns
there has been a dark period IN
his fathers life which for almost
thirty years has caused him suffer-
ing. The secret is limited at In
document left by the elder Fair
child, which also informs Robert
he is now owner Of mining claim
in Colorado, and advising him to
see Henry Beamish, a lawyer.
Beamish tells Robert his claim. o
silver mine, is at Ohadi. thirty
eight miles from Denver. He also
warns him against certain man,
"Squint" Rodaine. his fathers en-
emy. Robert decides to go to Ohadi.
The St. Charles herald., 1922-09-09

The prices Of cotton and linen have
been doubled by the war. Lengtnen
their service by using Red Cross Ban
Blue in the laundry. All grocers-Ad'
vertisement.
The St. Charles herald., 1922-09-09
TESTING Mothers Sympathy.

Mother" said little George, don't
you feel sorry for that poor little
dog? He looks hungry"
"Yes," said his mother, "get him
q plate of food"
After George had fed him he said:
Mother, do you feel sorry enough to
let him stay all night?"
The St. Charles herald., 1922-09-09

The first machine gun was invented
by Nj. du Perron uf Lyons. France. II
was rejected by Louis XVI as beins
too WurGerUuS. -
The Devils Lake world., 1922-04-19
MINNEWAUKAN
(From Staff Correspondent.)

R. o. Miller was transacting busi-
ness in town last Thursday.
P. j. Hettevig was business Wis
itor in town Thursday.
Martin Scherf visited in town Fri
day.
Miss Olive Sampson wentto Ed
more Friday, where she will spend
the week end with her parents, Mr..
and Mrs. Ole Sampson. School will
open again on Tuesday.
Alois Wolf came in on the 500 Fri
day to look after some business, re-
turning Saturday.
Aug. Wolf visited in town Friday.
Mrs. Swan Johnson and baby
daughter returned to their home from
the General Hospital Sunday.
Visitors at the Elmer Oberg home
Sunday were Mr.. and Mrs. J. c. w.
Anderson from this city, Mr.. and. Mrs
Helmer Engen and James F. Ander-
son.
Mr.. and Mrs. L. P. johnson and
Mrs. Elef Anderson We're among the
shoppers in town Saturday.
Mr.. and Mrs. Peter Elvrum anc
Misses Matte and Esther were
The Devils Lake world., 1922-04-19
PENN

(From Staff Correspondent.)
Mrs. Frank Reading was caller at
Devils Lake Tuesday, returning Thurs
day.
Mr.. and Mrs. Peterson were call
ers at Devils Lake Saturday.
Violet and Mabel Nelson were call
ers at Devils Lake Friday, returning
Saturday.
Rosella Merrick spent Friday and
Saturday at her home in Grand Har-
Dor.
Mrs. William Stoeser and her son
Valentine and Thomas Stoeser and
his son Roy went to Minot to see the
eye specialist Wednesday.
Miss Fedgie was sick the past few
days and was unable to teach school
Monday.
Mrs. Rick was sick the past week.
Lutheran services were held here
ON Good Friday and Easter Sunday.
Auto Reik was a caller at Devils
Lake Monday.
Frank Reading went to Minot Mon
day, returning Saturday.
ALFRED Gessner made trip to Brin-
smade Saturday to get Fern and Eff
fie Gessner from Enderlin who came
home on a visit.
Anna Stienke from Warwick came
home on visit Friday.
Mr.. and Mrs. Edward Reading from
Southam came here Saturday, expect
ing to stay for some time.
Mrs. Bernt Anderson went out to
take care Of Mrs. Neece's children.
Mrs. Neece being ill was taken to
Minneapolis.
| Bernt Anderson was caller at Dev-
lis Lake Saturday, returning Sunday.
Cor. M.
The Devils Lake world., 1922-04-19

lose two cows this week BY them
getting down in old straw piles.
Mr.. and Mrs. o. Anderson and Mr..
and Mrs. Art Henly spent Easter
Sunday with Mr.. and Mrs. Tom Gran
ston and AL Hoppy.
Miss Vician Kelly of Crazy spent
her Easter vacation visiting at the
VIM. Hatten, Henry Nixon and Ben
Burt homes.
Mr.. and Mrs. VIM. Firth and daugh-
ter Gladys, Mr.. and Mrs. John frisco,
Mr. and Mrs. Henry Nixon, and Mrs.
Chas Nixon visited Friday evening
at the homes of Mr.. and Mrs. Geo.
Thompson in Devils Lake.
Mr.. and Mrs. E. A. Fosgate visited
Thursday evening at the L. A. Day
home.
Mrs. Herburt Miller received a mes
sage Friday saying her mother Mrs.
Thomas Fahey was very seriously
ill at her home in Grand Forks. Mrs
Miller left that da to be with her
mother.
Mr.. and Mrs. VIM. Murray and fam
lily spent Friday shopping in Devils
Lake.
Mr.. and Mrs. Henry Nixon and
Mr.. and Mrs. L. A. Day spent Sun
day afternoon at the Ben Burt home.
Mr.. and Mrs. Allen Luth, Mr.. and
Mrs. D. Corners, Mr.. and Mrs. John
Stewart, Mr.. and Mrs. Fhil Lerth
and Mr.. and Mrs. Joe Henley took
Easter Sunday dinner atthe home of
Mr.. and Mrs. Geo Leith.
Miss Ester Anderson who is train
ing for nurse in a hospital in De.
wills Lake is spending a few days
vacation with her parents. Cor. B
The Devils Lake world., 1922-04-19

among the shoppers in town on Sat-
urday.
Mr.. and Mrs. L. P. johnson and
family and Mr.. and Mrs, Adolph
Winroe visited Sunday afternoon at
the Elef Anderson home.
Miss Dorothy Wolfe returned to
the city on Sunday to start school
on Monday after spending her vaca-
tion at her home here.
Aug. Wolf and famil visited in the
city Sunday afternoon at the D. j.
Rutten home.
Mr.. and Mrs. j. C. w. Anderson
spent Monday at their farm north
east of town.
Mr.. and Mrs. Nels Hulgren spent
Sunday evening at the Chas. Ander-
son home.
Mr.. and Mrs. Vol Walters spent
Monday afternoon at the George Hook
home and also visited their farm.
August Warmark spent Friday in
town transcating business.
Stever Olson was a caller in town
Friday.
George Hook was transacting busi-
ness in town Monday afternoon.
Miss Olga Olson is keeping house
for Albert Kleven during Mrs. Klev-
ems absence. Mrs. Kleven is visit
ing her folks in Norway.
Wedding bells will ring in this VIC
Unity soon. Oh boys get your Lizzies
and tin cans read.
Cor. C.