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The Washington herald., 1922-08-09
TOday's Series Schedule.

Unlimited Glass. Section A-sherwocd rs.
Junior Order at Seventeenth and u streets
sOutheast. 5:3a y. m. section B-Moha wk
vs.. GIbraltars. at Washington Barracks
5:l5 p. m. Section C-Nercury vs. Wood
ley at Georgetown hollow, go p. m.
Senior Class. Section B-Linworth vs.
Park View. at Catholic University SO
p. m: silver Spring vs.. Holy Name. n
Union Park. $50 p. m. postponed from
August -.
Iuniur Class. Section A-warwick "
A,lanti' at Sixth aud streets northwest
5:l5 y. m. Section B-knicks-ho,k Il -
Juniors VS. AnacoStia Eagles. at C1ngres,
Heights 5:D d. m.
The Washington herald., 1922-08-09
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By Briggs.

cession isn't confident. but con-
ceited.
We don't know Just how often
Lafayette and Rochambeau came
over. But for some reason the re-
turn visits Of Carpenter and Mile.
Lenglen to America seem to be
considerably delayed.
But IL Carpenter ever needs any
spare change. he only has to sug-
gest spending few pleasant
moments some evening with Harry
Gren. who is willing to entertain
the distinguished Frenchman on the
briefest possible notice.
The Washington herald., 1922-08-09

The secret of Dempsey's hard
punch" says one of his sparring
partners. "is due to the fact that
he hits with the roll of his body.
II he punches with his right hand,
he finishes with his weight on his
left, he finishes with his weight on
left, he finishes with his weight on
his right foot"
The Washington herald., 1922-08-09

The Moore A. c. will travel to
Fredericksburg. Va, tomorrow
Thursday to play the White Sox
of that city.
The Washington herald., 1922-08-09

3-year-olds and up: one and one
sixteenth miles: Cabin Creek, 112;
Handful. 107; 'Frank Fogarty, 107:
George Duncan, 102; Debadou, 107;
St Germaine. 1o7; Sweeney. 1o,;
Rhymer. 102.
apprentice allowance claimed,
The Washington herald., 1922-08-09

Dempsey, however, is a teri
arm and wrist puncher from S
range. where the balance rem
on both feet. In this respect
he and Wills can jar your eyet
out with only the slightest
motion. mere half-turn of
right or left hip. Dempsey st
his power for a big punch {
the hip. He pivots somewhat
the golfer does. but hardly to
same extent.
Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1922-09-01
CAPTAIN GEORGE SWORD DE-
FIES HIS TRIBESMEN

ODDS of 100 to / are not usually
~ considered good sporting
chance, yet Capt. George Sword (Adi-
wakan Yuha-'Man Who Carries a
Sword') once took them-and wont
AT the time he was captain Of the In
dian police on the Pine Ridge reser-
walton, recently organized by Agent
McGillicuddy in face of the bitterest
opposition from Red Clouds Ogallalas.
The last great Sun Dance of the
Sioux, held at Red Clouds camp in
1881, was attended by 10000 OgaIlalas
and 1000 Brules from the Rosebud
reservation. One morning a Brule
chief called on McGillicuddy and in
a most offensive manner demanded
food. The agent ended the interview
by kicking him out of the door. Wild
with anger the Indian rode away
threatening to kill every white man
N the reservation.
McGillicuddy had only nine white
nen with him at the time, and al
hOugh Sword and his 100 policemen
were near at hand, they were an I'M
known quantity when it should come
to fighting their own people. But the
agent was not long left In doubt. Sud
denly band of Indians, stripped to-
war bonnet, breech clout and mecca
sins, dashed up to the agency. 1t was
Sword and his policemen. They had
discarded their uniforms and in the
aocf,tr,a ~ C;ou,~ x,-o,v.iorr ,,-o,.. -. A.
to come to death grips with their own
people in defense of their white chief.
Within an hour the Brule chief was
back with 400 warriors, and although
they made a most threatening demon
stration before the agency, they were
so impressed by the determined front
presented by Sword and his men that
they did not attack.
The next day McGillicuddy's party.
escorted by Swords policemen, went
to the SIM Dance. Just before they
reached the Indian camp, Sword put
his company through a mounted drill.
then suddenly breaking his cavalry for
nation, he led them in a wild charge
straight at the big camp. Round and
found the village his young dsredevils
cIrcled, shouting their war cries and
shooting over the heads of their people
SO fast that the bullets were dropping
on the lodges like hail. It was his
challenge to the tribe-100 defyina
i2,100l His bluff was not called.
For years Captain Sword was
captain of police and Judge of the
indian court. He helped turn his PEG
pie from the pursuits of war into the
paths of peace. His reward? In his
old age he begged the government for
4 pension but his plea was never grant
ed. He died in poverty October II,
1910.
Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1922-09-01

who stared at him with wide-open
eyes as she stood, hands on hips, be-
fore him.
Don't you tell me 1 don't know
YOU If you amt a 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 I"
She had reached out for his handbag,
and then, bustling about him, drew
him into the big 'parlor." Didn't l
know you the minute saw your
Land, you're the picture Of your dadi
Sakes alive. how is he?"
There was a moment CT silence.
Fairchild found himself suddenly halt
ing and boyish as he stood before her.
'He's-he's gone, Mrs. Howard"
"DeadY" She put up both hands.
at don't seem possible. And me re
membering him looking just like you,
full of life and strong and"
"Our 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 swift motion
closed the door.
"Son," she asked In a low voice,
"didn't he ever get over it?'
"It?" Fairchfld felt that he stood
on the threshold of discoveries. "What
do you mean?"
Didn't he ever tell you anything,
SOM"
mo. T."
"WelI, there wasn't any need to-"
But Mother Towards sudden embar-
rassment. her change of color, told
Fairchiid il wasn't the truth. "He just
had little bad luck out here, that
was all. His-his mine pinched out
just when he'd thought he'd struck it
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 with
eyes defiant, yet compassionate. Sud
denly they twinkled. the lips broke
frem their straight line into smile,
and a kindly old hand reached out to
take him by the arm.
Don't you stand there and try to
tell Mother Howard she don't know
what she's talking about" came in
tones of mock severity. Hear me?
Now, you get up them steps and wash
up for dinner. Take the first room on
the right It's a nice. CHEEKY place
In his room, Fairchild tried not to
think His brain was becoming too
orammed with queries, with strange
and with aggravating mys-
tlcisms Of the life into which his ia
TIERS death had thrown him to per |
nit clearness of vision. Even In !
Mother Howard he had not been alba
Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1922-09-01
; CROSSE

The sun was slanting low. throwing
deep shadows from the hills into the
little valley with its chattering. milk
white stream, softenlng the scars of
the mountains with their great refuse
dumps; reminders Of hopes of twenty
years before and as bare of vegeta-
tlon as In the days when the pick and
the rock loose from its hiding place
under the surface of the ground. The
scrub pines of the almost barren
mountains took on a fuffier, softer
rome; the juttlng rocks melted away
into their own shadows; 1t 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 the 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 1t been? Why had
it come upon his father? How could
1t be fought? He brushed away the
beady perspiration with gesture al
most OF anger, then with a 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 Towards boarding
house.
A moment of waiting, then he faced
a gray-haired. kindly faced woman,
Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1922-09-01

| rocking down the mountain side
around a curve and out of sight
while Fairchild merely stood there
staring wonderingly at ten-dollai
bill
A noise from the rear, growing
louder, and the amazed man turned
to see a second machine, filed with
men, careening toward him. Fifty
feet away the brakes creaked, and the
big automobile came to a skidding
dust-throwing stop. A sun-5rowned
man in a Stetson hat, metal badge
cleaning from beneath his coat
leaned forth.
(which way did be go?"
Her Robert Fairchlld stared
"Yeh. Didn't a man just pass here
in an automobile? Where'd he go
straight on the main road or off on
the circuit trail2'
"It--it wasn't a man. Tit was a
boy. just about fifteen years old"
"SureT
ooh, yes" FalrchIld was swim
ming in deep water now. 81 got a
good look at him. He-he took that
read 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 that2" he queried 'I'In
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 a man standing in the
middle of the road, staring at ten
dollar bill-and wondering why he
had liedl
Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1922-09-01
"Rodsine's rattlesnake. His
sons rattiesnake."
cTo BE coNTINUED)
Now type Of power Shovel.


IT has long been recognized that. to
meet certain conditions, a gasoline
driven power shovel would have adj
yantages 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, new type of gasoline
power shovel, described in Popular
Mechanics, has been placed on the
market which is a radical depart are
from the accepted designs. In this
machine. which has successfully
passed its 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 SHOW
ell, even to the shaking of the dipper
to free it 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.
Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1922-09-01
.Ctories of
GREAT
INDIANS
copyrIght. 1922. western Newspaper Union
GROW DOG SAY HE COME
WAS READY TO DIE
By ELMO SCOTT WATSON

VGTHEN Spotted Tail. backed by
w the military whom he had aid
ed, usurped the head chieftainship OF
the Brule Sioux, his high-handed act
was bitterly resented. Chief Crow Dog
(Kangi Sunka) took vow to kill the
head chief If ever he disgraced the
name of the Sichangu (Brules),
Years passed. Spotted Tail, drunk
with power, misused his high office Tor
personal ends. His people murmured
but were powerless. Then he coveted
the wife of Medicine Bear and, covet-
ing, took her. Grow Dog, a relative
of Medicine Bear, remembered his
vow. on August 3, 1881, he met Spot
ted Tail and shot him dead, after
which he gave himself up.
He was tried at Deadwood, 5. D.,
convicted Of murder and sentenced to
Dc hanged. Grow Dog asked permits
sion to say farewell to his family,
promising to return on the day set
for the execution.
When Grow Dog did not show up the
next day, Indian police were dispatched
to get him. He was not at home and
his wife told them that the chief had
wished to return to prison alone and
would surely keep his promise. The
next day the chief walked into the
Jail at Rapid City. Grow Dog say
he come" was his laconle reply to
the surprised greeting of his jailer.
Meanwhile efforts were being made
to save his life by stay Of execution.
His case was carried to the Supreme
court of the United States which ruled
that the federal courts had no jurisdic-
ton over crime committed by one
Indian against another on a reserva-
ton. So Crow Dog walked out Of
prison free man.
Ten years later Crow Dog was In
the llmelight again, as one of the
Brule leaders who fed from the Rose
bud agency during the Ghost Dance
craze to join the Ogallalas in the Bad
Lands. The Brule chief was soon con-
vinced that their cause was hopeless
and he counseIled surrender.
But the irreconcilables were still
eager for war. They caught up their
rifles and threatened to shoot those
who wavered. Seeing this Crow Dog
drew his blanket over his head. Il
do not wish to know who would be
guilty of Staying a brother Dakota"
he said. His words so impressed the
warriors that civil war was averted
and the hostiles sullenly filed into the
agency to surrender.
1t was Grow Dogs last war trail.
From that day he lived In peace on
the Rosebud reservation until his
death August u, 1912.
Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1922-09-01

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 frightened the
last Of the Tugs. Then as he straight
ened small figure shot to his side
took the wrench from his hand and
sent it, 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 Ieaped to the drivers seat,
slammed the door, spun the starter
until 1t whlned, and with open cut
out roaring again, was OF and away,
Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1922-09-01
CHAPTER ~

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wonderment which got nowhere.
The sheriff's 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 Shelter company-so when
the car went through Golden, we took
up the trail a couple OF blocks behind
He kept the same speed for a little
while until one of my deputies got a
little anxious and took a shot at
tire. Man, how he turned on the juicel
thought that thing was jack rabbit,
the way 1t went up the hill 1 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 1t was not until truck
had come to a full stop behind him,
and driver mingled a 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 a fellow
lift?"
"Guess So" 1t 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, Falrchild found
himself constantly staring at vision
of a pretty girl In a riding habit, with
dark-brown hair straying about
equally dark-brown eyes, almost fren-
zied in her efforts to change tire in
time to elude a pursuing sheriff. Some
way, it all didn't blend. II she hadn't
committed some sort of depreciation
against the law, why on earth was she
willing to part with ten dollars, mere
ly to save few moments in changing
tire and thus elude a sheriff? If
there had been nothing wrong, could
not a moment of explanation have sat
isfied anyone of the fact?
It was too much for anyone and
Fairchrd knew It. Yet he chung grim
ly to the mystery as the truck clat-
tered on, mile after mile. small
town gradually was coming into view
A mile more, then the truck stopped
with jerk
"Where you bound for, pardnerT
"ohadi."
"That's it, straight ahead 1 turn
off here. Aiiner?'
Fairchild shrugged his shoulders |
and nodded noncommittally.
"Just thought I'd ask. Plenty of
work around here for single and |
double jackers. Things are beginning
to look up bit-at least in silver"
''Thanks. DO you know a good place |
to stopY
"Yeh. Mother Towards boarding |
house. Everybody goes there, sooner
or later. You'll see 1t IN the left-hand !
side of the street before you get to
the main block. Coed old girl; knows
how to treat anybody in the mining
game from operators on down. She
WAS here when mining was mlning,"
Fairchlld lifted his bag from the /
rear of the vehicle, waved a farewell
to the driver and started into the vii
lage And then The vision Of the girl
departed, momentarily. to give place
to other thoughts, other pictures, of a
day hong gone. /
Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1922-09-01
7 H z
"HuRRY!"

sYNOPSIS.-At Thornton Fair
child's death his son Robert learns
there has been a dark period In
his father life which for almost
thirty years has caused him suffer-
ing. The secret is limited at In a
document left by the elder Fair
child. which also informs Robert
he is now owner OF mining claim
In Colorado, and advising him 10
see Henry Beamish. a lawyer.
Beamish tells Robert his claim, a
silver mine, is at Ohadi. thirty
eight miles from Denver. He also
warns him against a certain man,
''Squint" Rodaine. his fathers en-
envy. Robert decides to go TO Ohadi.
Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1922-09-01

The first machine gun was Invented
by NJ. du Perron of Lyons. France. II
was rejected by Louis XVI as being
toe murdereus
The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1922-07-06
DELEGATE STARTS
FOR STATE MEET
IN CHATTANOOGA

Miss Velma Hickman, secretary
to Mayor Harry M. Schriver, leaves
at noon tomorrow for Chattanooga,
Tenn, to attend the annual meet
ing Of the National Federation Of
Business and Professional WON
ems Clubs, which opens there Mon
day. Miss Hickman was named a
state delegate at the meeting held
in the early spring in Springfield
and will also represent the local
organization, the newest club in the
state. Miss Hickman plans to be
gone several weeks. stopping at
various points on her return trip.
At Chattanooga the Rock Island
delegate will be joined by the dele
gates from Davenport, Miss Helena
Mitchell, former president Of the
Iowa State Federation; Miss Edna
Brown, Miss Frances Plath, the new
state recording secretary from the
business and professional club, and
the Misses Frieda and Leah Plath.
from the Women's Teachers club
Of Davenport. The Iowa women
motored to the convention, leaving
last Sunday. The meetings will
continue from Monday until Satur-
day, closing with the evening SEES
sion that day. The local delegate
will probably Join with the other
representatives from this state in
an effort to bring the next sonven-
ton to Rockford. Iowa delegates
are going to the meeting anxious to
bring the convention to Des Moines
The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1922-07-06

thing for you to do and that i /.
consult . doctor here in town ana
ask him what you had better a
Tell him in the first place how m.
tie money you are making. Al.
though your illness Ii OF q very ser
ious nature. It 10 not hopeless bv
any means. The more time -,
waste. however. in getting treat.
ment, the more critical your condi-
ton will become. You proba6ls
feel like an isolated case whilesis
reality the doctor will tell you that
he has handled many problems M
yours before. He will not taIk
about your case to others bscapse
It would be contrary TO the laws Of
his profession.
Keep on trusting, little xirl
Don't be gutter now. II you viii
do as I say | feel confident thai
health and happiness are ahead Of
you. No other course would be lair
to the people with whom you liyc
Surely you believe in the m
mortal soI. and SO believing ho,F
can you contemplate suicide. You
might get away from suffering n
this life. but I am confident an nm
happy condition would follow ron
into the next until you faced ~
problem and conquered II.
The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1922-07-06

Dear Mrs. Thompson: I am I
girl nineteen years old and I am
engaged to a young man twenty
six. Last Christmas he gave mo
diamond ring. How long should
l wear the ring bsfdfe We get mar
ried?
My father is q truck driver and
Is away most Of the time. Would
you advise me to get married and
live on the farm with my mother?
STEVE.
There il no fixed time that an
engagement should last. Circum-
stances decide that matter.
You have not told mo enough
about the condition in your home
or the attitude Of your fiance 70
advise you regarding marriage and
making your home with your
mother. Talk the matter over
with him and let him decide wheth-
er he prefers to wait until he can
make . home for you, or whether
he prefers to marry now and make
his homo on the farm.
Bonnie Jeane: Your attitude il
entirely wrong. I do not condemn
you and there are q lot Of people
who would not There 10 only one
The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1922-07-06
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portion OF 1t in the hot starch.
With an old brush, cover the furni-
ture thickly with this mixture
wherever it is desired to remove
the varnish. Leave on for . short
time, then wash the piece of furni-
| ture with warm water and soap,
and you will find all vestige OF paint
, or vArnfsh gone. II the mixture
has been applied too thickly, or left
on too long, scrape it off with a
putty knife or even q small piece
Of board, before washing. Be very
careful not to let it com in contact
with the hands, as the I've will eat
the skin and cause a bad sore spot.
Four tablespoonful equal half a
gill. or one-Quarter cup.
Eight tablespoonfuls equal one
gill, or half a cup. "a
Two gills equal one coffee CUP
full.
Two coffee cupfuls equal ono
pint. ~ j.,
Two pints equal one quart.
Four quarts equal one gallon.
Two tablespoonful equal one
ounce, liquid.
One tablespoon salt equals one
ounce. n
One tablespoonful OF soft butter.
we'll rounded, equals one ounce.
About twenty-five drops of any
thin liquid will fill a common sized
teaspoon.