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Daily Kennebec journal., 1922-02-13
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Daily Kennebec journal., 1922-02-13

(PoMtical Advertisement)
Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1922-09-29

One 16-in Walking Pillow
One loft Grain Elevator with Ship Jumbo
One SIT Deering Mower
One loft Mccormick Hay Rake
One Light Bobsled
Five Sets Breeding Harness
One Set Single Harness
Five Sets Plow Harness
Squirrel Traps
One Set Blacksmith Tools
One Scalding Vat
Doubletrees, Singletrees Chains, Devices, Et
Two Wagons
Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1922-09-29

One Ain. 3-bOttom John Deere Plow
Two 12-in. Walking Plows
One Potato Planter
One 5-shovel Cultivator
One Garden Seeder
One Potato Planter
One Carley 16-in. Chop Mill
One lin. SmalIey Feed Cutter; 24-ft. FL.
One Wood Saw
One 314 J. D. Truck Wagon
One 3l4 Half Truck Weber Wagon
Three Good Grain Tanks
One Water Tank
15-h.p Case Steam Engine
Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1922-09-29

One Gray Mare; Age 9; Weight .......,1 1850
One Gray Mare; Age 8; Weight ..... 1850
One Black Mare Age 10; Weight $500 1926
One Bay Mare; Age 4; Weight ..... 1850
One Bay Mare; Age 4; Weight .......... 1850
Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1922-09-29

Three Mich Cows
One exceptionally good coming years
old; fresh weeks ago; gives better than
six gallons,
One fresh 2 weeks ago; 10 years old gives
612 gallons.
Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1922-09-29

One Gray Mare; Age IA; Weight ...... 1450
One Bay Mare; Age 13; Weight ...... 1850
One Black Mare; Age 8; Weight ..... 1850
One Bay Mare; Age 8; Weight ......... 1850
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Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1922-09-29

One Ford Runabout
One Mccormick Push Binder
Two SIT Deering Pull Binders
One lift. Double Disc Superior Drill
One SIT. John Deere Double Disc
One Assertion Harrow
Two 2-section HarroWs
One 3-section Roller
One loft. Acme Harrow
One 3-section Spring-Tooth
One 24-ft. Grain Elevator with ship. Jumbo
Engine
One loft. Superior Double Disc Drill
The northwestern bulletin., 1922-10-21

The Corinthian Triangle Club, will
give Card Party, Monday evening
November 9Th. at Pioneer Hall. 58s
Rondo Street. Good prizes and re-
freshments. ADV.
Fried Chicken dinner. given by the
Sunshine Charity Art Club at Wei.
come Hall, Oct. 26, 1922. Diner SER
we'd at 4 o'clock D. m. Come and see
the beautiful cedar chest full of fan
cy work on display to be given away
in the near future. Pres. Mrs. L.
Roland. Dinner 35c. ADV.
Sunshine Charity Art Club, met
met with Mrs. ]. Hall, 1000 Iglehart
Ave., Thursday afternoon, October
18th.
At The Henrietta
Prince Challoughilisze, who made
his home here during his stay in the
city, left Sunday night for Milwau-
kee, Wis.
Mr.. and Mrs. s. HAYWOOD, of Indf-
annapolis. Ind, are guests.
Mr.. w. s. Parker, of Duluth, MINI.
Is also guest here.
Mr.. ]. Lego Carter. prominent real
estate man of The Idlewild Resort
Co., Idelwild, Mich, is in the city on
business.
The alpha Phi Alpha" Fraternity
of the "U" Of Minnesota, were hosts
at delightful smoker to about fifty
guests Friday evening at ''The Hen
rietta."
Mr.. Raymond Dodd and Mr.. Robert
Hopkins, entertained Miss Thelma
Crawford of Minneapolis and her sis
ter, Mrs. Naomi Thompson, of Detroit
Mich, at dinner on Tuesday evening
at ''The Henrietta
The Modern Priscilla Club, met last
Thursday afternoon with Mrs. Blacks,
467 Rondo st.
The northwestern bulletin., 1922-10-21
POLITICAL DOPE

Mrs. Ella M. Obst who is a candi-
date for County Treasurer is a re-
markable woman. Her life is inter-
esting, especially from the view point
of business.
After completing grade and high
school, she attended business college
for one year, studying accounting,
stenography and commercial law.
Held two responsible positions, one
with Minneapolis Insurance Agency,
the other with the Fred L. Gray Co.,
of Minneapolis, one Of the largest
bonding companies in the Northwest,
being with the last named company
up to the time of her marriage to
Frank J. Obst in 1907. Mr.. Obst died
June 2, 1914.
Being left with two small children
to support, she went to work in the
County Treasurer's office as Mort
gage Deputy and Cashier, remaining
in that position for seven years. =
She took a civil service examina-
tion last August for Cashier of So
called "City Bank" In Commissioner
of Finances Office, passing first, re-
ceiving appointment from Commits
sioner Matson.
Lives at sos Fuller Ave. Children
attend the Mckinley School.
And now she is slated for the
county treasurer's Office.
Her executive ability to take holc
and properly fill a responsible posi-
tion is highly spoken of by her
friends.
Mrs. Obst is conducting an active
campaign for the Office she now seeks.
John ]. McDonough, candidate for
representative from the 38th District
south, is a young attorney with offices
at 500 Commerce Bldg, gives prom
ise to be worth while representative
for us If elected. He is a former
school mate of Roscoe Crump, DR..
Earl Weber, and Olander Smith.
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Happened to Him.

isn't old. But it's genuine, hand
woven and made after a colonial
pattern. An old woman weaves
them herself on her grandmother's
loom"
IN take IT," John Barton said
shortly, h s face set and his grim
mouth twisted.
The clerk looked at his face
and from the expression he saw
there wondered II there wasn't a
real reason for John Barton be-
ing a bachelor. But he said moth
.ng. only wrapped up the rug and
handed II to Barton, who carr. ed
1t home, and capr.ed 1t to his
study.
That evening Barton sat alone
and studied that rug. He had
not seen one like It since his boy
hood days and Aunt Sally VIII
liams who wove them on her
loom. She had called them "Lov.
er Rugs" and always had pre-.
sented each girl IN their commur
ity with one on her sixteenth
birthday.
Young Sally Lou. her favorite
granddaughter, had been tall and
1.-the and slender and so beauti.
full 1t hurt his eyes to Icok at her
and his heart to think she might
fall in love with some other
fellow besides himself. John had
been very much in love with her
hen he left the neighborhood
Only the love OF success had kept
him from thinking much of her
until he saw the Romance Rug
in the shop.
AN EASY OLD~AGE.
How well he remembered her
now!
He wondered II she had woven
this rug. The pattern was the
one her grandmother had used.
Sally Lou could turn the loom
when she was little girl. Sally
Lou was no doubt the old lady
who wove them. Women in the
country were old at forty.five,
her age. while men at forty.five
in the city were young. And no
doubt she was poor too.
Resolutely John Strengthened
his shoulders. "I.ll find her." he
said. Then little Sally Lou
shall have an easy old age to
make up for the poverty she has
known till now" ',.,'
The next morning he went
back to the curio shop at which
the rug had been bought. THE
owner had lost the sname sf the
weaver but he had the address
Of the artist lady who had de.
livered the rug for the old lady.
Join Barton took It. And then
he drove out into the country
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being out here without q cloak;
please come back to the house."
She looked up at him. "I am
quite warm; would rather stay In
the garden"
There was a touch of antagonism
in her voice. The Fortune Hunter
turned to Foster.
Perhaps you will kindly fetch
Miss Harding o cloak" His voice
was a command and, with a slight
shrug Of the shoulder. Foster turned
on his heel.
AS soon as he was out of sight
the Fortune Hunter stopped and
caught Anne by the hand. II want
10 talk to you. Foster will not come
back-he's not such a fool that he
could not see / should haye told
him to go II he hadn't taken the
hint"
She tried to resist him. but he held
her fast. -..
"I will not be spoken to In this
manner. John. you must be mad"
He laughed roughly.
Perhaps I am, but II SO. perhaps
it will be as well to give in to me" !"
"Very well. but please let go Of
my hand"
She walked with him across the
garden away from the house: her
heart was beating fast with mingled
anger and pain; she was desperately
unhappy. The photograph she had
picked up on the stairs was still
hidden in the fold Of her frock; 1t
seemed like the first decisive blow
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where n ver covered bungalows
Wed with each other In making a
veritable dream landscape.
At the house bearing the mum.
ber the man had given himSJohn
Barton stopped his car. A veri-
table story book lady, the artist
evidently, led him into an ex-
quisite living room to talk. Some
folks would have called her
girl. But the tiny lines around
the corner OF her laughing eyes
and curved lines told that she
was not quite as young as that.
II made the rug" she biushed,
girlishly. Every member OF
our Church Guild pledged herself
to make something to sell for
money to refurnish our parson-
age. They barred me from paint
ing pictures. So up into my
attic I went and wove that rug
according to my grandmother's
pattern on her loom which she
kent back in her Indiana home.
/"
why, Sally Lou Williams
Barton interrupted her story.
you are really you and I am l."
Sally Lou just laughed. "oh,
know all about you. john"
she said easily. You see ] read
the papers as well as paint por-
traits. But you don't seem to
have looked at either the pic
lures or the names Of the paint
ers who made them. Or you
would have known me before"
John colored to the tips Of his
ears. "Of course, John" she was
laughing again. 1T could never
expect a millionaire philantro-
pist to be interested in spinster
painters Of children. - e.,
Another interruption. sally
Lou" he said. IT think it's not
fitting for a spinster to both
paint children and weave Ro-
nance Rugs, without Knowing
more about love. And"
And Sally Lou was in his arms
exactly as John Barton had
twenty-nine years before dreamed
of holding her. Always after.
wards she declared that his first
kiss was worth all those long
years Of waiting for It.
John" she spoke after a
while. grandmother claimed
there was a romance In every
rug woven on her old LOOM"
"Yon bet there was" John
Barton declared boyishly.
Then twas when he began to
tell her, about the aspinning wheel
and old Martin who were re.
sponsible for this Romance Rug
being steered to it's proper hom.
ing place.
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CHARACTERS IN THE STORY

THE FORTUNE HUNTER-Youthfu tramp,
who appropriates the pocketbook and identity Of
John Smith, whose body he discovers in the woods.
ANNE-Beautiful heiress, who loves The For
tune Hunter, believing him to be John Smith, ex-
convict, who wooed and won her ten years before
the opening Of the story.
Whose life The Fortune Hunter saves, thereby
gaining entrance to the Harding household
| DIR. HARDING-Uncle Of Anne, a shrewd
country gentleman.
FERNIE-A prying trouble MAKER friendly to
Tommy. 81
| FOSTER-A rival for Anne's favor.
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The. Fortune Hunter broke out
suddenly as II he could no longer
control himself.
How dared you tell that-that
fellow that you are unhappy"
She caught her breath with a
little gasp; she stood still. You
heard me: you were listening?"
81 was not: 1t was an accident.
I was coming to find you and I
heard you crying. ! heard you tell
Foster that you were unhappy"
There was a little silence; then
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she answered with the quietness
of despe ration: 80 I amt was
the truth. I am unhappy"
"Why?"
She made q little gesture of
hopelessness.
"How can tell you If you do
not know? Everythi e seems
wrong-I can't explain-I wish !
could; but there seems to be some
thing between us-something that
prevents me from being happy.
lists as If you were hiding
something from me.
~Oh, John" She caught at his
arm. looking up and trying to read
his face In the pale moonlight.
what is it--what Is II? / trust
you absolutely. sou must know
that I do, and yet-ever since you
came home you haven't said one
word of--of all ! want to know,
all that you promised to tell me
in your letters. It's almost-ai'
most as II you were a stranger
whom / had never known before"
He turned his face away. and
for a moment did not answer;
then he said, in a hard, strained
voice:
"It was bound to be like this.
Ten years is a lifetime. Anne,
when-when one of US was as
young as you were-when I-when
l went away. Letters tell nothi g,
after all. How can they? They
are only words. If you are disap-
pointed in me"
She broke in passionately.
'It IS not that. How dare you
say It! / knew It would be i'm.
possible to make you understand,
/ never meant to try. 1 made up
my mind I would just go on and
let thi2gs put themselves right,
and so i would have done. IL it
hadn't been for something that
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The Story of an Adventurer, Who,
Finding a Body in the Woods, Had
the Identity of the Dead Man
''Wished Upon" Him.

; Clem says it's too cold for You
out there" ~ "'
Anne turned readily: she seemed
glad of the interruption. but the
Fortune Hunter caught her and
held her for a second. ~
You will answer my question"
She struggled against him. =, Not
now; oh, please, let me CO."
You will tell me tonight?' =
VERY well. promise; when
Mr.. Foster has gone. -
The Fortune Hunter released
her. Damn Foster, he said
savagely. u X
They went back to the drawing
room together. Tommy was
yawning over a book of travels
and Mr.. Harding and Foster were
talking in desultory fashion.
The old man looked up apollo,
getically as his niece entered.
my dear. I'm afraid it's too
damp out In the garden for you"
I'm not cold. Uncle" but, she
shivered as she spoke, .... r.-.
The Fortune Hunter had
'.rolled over to the piano; he
VT down on the stool, idly turn
.,g the sheets of the song which
still stood on the rack g..
For there's no friend along the
highways ..
For a vagabond like me"
To Be Continued TomoxroN.l
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at her happiness. and instinctively
she dreaded others. which was why
she feared to question this man
about It or ask for an explanation.
II was too happy for it to last"
The thought passed through her
mind again and again rs she
walked beside him.
And yet it had been such
short happiness. Just few days.
after all the years Of tears and
sorrow that had been her price to
pay for 1t. .st
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By Mabel Mckee

y T was the gift of the spinning
wheel which started every
l. thing. The day John Barton
went to see the first architect he
told his friends about 1t at din
ner at the club. I'm going to
build me a home. fellows" he
said. "I haven't had one since
| was eighteen.
Straightaway all his friends
were interested. In that interven-
ing time John had travelled more
than, a thousand miles and ac-
quired several millions. Now he
was disposing Of the latter in a
way to bring him as friends the
best men of the city. There was
the big public library building and
the orphanage finished and the
public Fairgrounds fairly well
started.
"Too bad he hasn't a wife to
help him make that house a
home" one Of his friends re-
marked to another.
"Old John isn't much given to
romance or women" the other
chuckled. II guess wen have to
take a wife's place and help him
In doing that"
From these remarks one serious
minded club member formed the
idea Of each of them giving John
something for his home. Most
of them had their wives choose
the gifts so that there would be
some things about the house with
a distinctly feminine touch.
John Barton liked those gifts.
IT'S great feeling-this Of
knowing that someone is inter.
ested In you." he told Wayne
Northwood later. when the two
of them were in the club library.
And then old Martin, who had
been head waiter at the club for
twenty-five years, brought in the
spinning wheel. He spoke in his
halting. diff dent way. Il hear
that the club members are all Civ.
ing you presents for your new
home, Mr.. Barton" he said. land
want to give you this"
John Barton's eyes opened wide
why. Martini" he began. why
this is"
"Yes. SIR" Martins snowy head
nodded emphatically. "it's an
heirloom, sir. It was my grand.
mothers. I'm the last In our
family and Tn wanting you to
have It." His voice sank to a
whisper. I'm breaking up house,
sir. My wife died last week"
John Barton wrung the old
mans hand. into which he had
iropped many generous tips. "I'n
take care Of II. Martin" TO prom.
sed. TT shall have an honored
place in my new home"
And that spinning wheel start.
ed the idea Of O pioneer room"
for Barton's new home Colonial
rooms were common. But what
ds want" John said. 'is a real
pioneer room Ike my grandmother
had In early Indians I'll begin
right now hunting the things l
want In It."
lCQUIRING RELICS.
During the next month he &C.
qu.red several relics: a bureau,
two cane-seated chairs. some can.
die spuffers and irons. Then one
lay. while searching In a tiny
nurio shop. he came upon the
Romance Rug" II was a beau.
,iful rag rug. 20 made that he
two colors, delft blue and a bril-.
ant orange, we're interviewer az
evenly ~ II shey had been one
material
"It's q Romance Rug" the
clark told him. ''Of courso. A.
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that happened today" she added
slowly.
He turned quickly at that.
Something that happened today?
You mean-this afternoonT''
"Yes."
The Fortune Hunter felt as II
an icy hand had touched his heart;
this was the first roll of the
drums, the warning that the end
was in sight.
He sought desperately for some
clue. What could have happened?
What did she mean?"
Tell me what it was" he said.
at last.
She drew away from him; there
was something very forlorn and
pathetic about her. at that moment.
and the Fortune Hunter felt as II
his heart would break as he looked
at her.
With all his love he could only
bring her unhappiness and SUI.
fering, and for a moment he was
tempted to tell her the whole
truth then and there. and stand
by the consequences.
Surely 1t would be better than
going on from day to day. get
ting more deeply implicated. and
making it more impossible to
escape with even a shred of honor.
Then Tommy called from the
drawing-room window, and the
moment was gone. "Anne-Uncle
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A Seeker Of Thrills Finds Himself
Mistaken for Another and Thereby
Becomes Enmeshed in a Maze
of Love and Mystery.

Harding said. i've got some let.
ters to write. 80 you'll excuse me.
I'm sure you'n find Anne In the
garden.
"Yes-thanks."
But the Fortune Hunter made
no effort to find her; he wandered
restlessly around the room, star
ing aimlessly at the pictures and
ornaments.
He hated Foster as he had
never hated anyone in his life
before; he was jealous OF his
wealth and possessions; he would
have given his soul at that mo
ment had It been possible for him
to go to Anne and say honestly.
as he longed to say whenever they
were together: II love you with
all my heart and soul. Marry me
and come away with me-"
But he had nothing to offer her.
not even a name. A bitter sigh
shook him. He had sown his wild
oats, and now he was reaping
their harvest; he had looked upon
life as a comedy through which
one might laugh and Jest. ana
suddenly it had turned into a
tragedy.
And out there. in the moonlit
garden. Anne walked with Geof-
fry Foster.
Would she some day have mar
ried him II he had never come to
Somerton?
Would she marry him now II
she ever knew that the man who
had died in the woods was the
man for whom she had wasted
the best years of her life? Such
questions were always torturing
him. and he could find no answer
to them.
Tommy thrust his head round
the door. Hello! where are the
others?"
"I don't know; in the garden. !
think.
There was a note Of constraint
in the Fortune Hunters voice.
and Tommy winked sympatheti-
cally.
81 should go and send Foster
about his business" he said.
He disappeared before there was
time for a reply, and the Fortune
Hunter walked over to the window
Then he caught a glimpse Of q
white scarf close by. and heard the
stifled sound of-sobbing, was 1t?
The blood leapt angrily in his
veins. If Anne were crying
He took a quick step forward
and then stopped as her voice came
to him clearly through the still air
"It's because I'm unhappy. Oh
Geoffry, you don't know how un-
happy"
The Fortune Hunter caught his
breath hard; the blood rushed to his
face In a burning tide.
Unhappy
She could say that to this man.
For a moment the shadowy gar
den swan red before the Fortune
Hunters eyes; he forgot everythi g
but that he loved Anne with every
beat Of his unhappy heart, as he
went down the steps and across tn,
lawn to where her white scar.
cleaned.
ANNE ANGERED.
Quietly as the Fortune Hunter
crossed the lawn, Geoffry Foster
must have heard him coming. for
he turned composedly enough tc
meet him.
"Hullo! I was just coming tc
hunt you up. Has Mr.. Harding
been preaching higher ethics tc
your" "a.
The Fortune Hunter made no an
swer: he walked past him to wher,
Anne was standing. his voice was
rough when he spoke to her.
svo,,'I, ,ot,h o~1d. ltss vvnoapaS
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All Baking
Powders Look
Alise-BUT

h your baking powder abeo.
lutely pme7 Royal i.
ls your baking powder abso.
htely Wholesome? Royal d.
Il your baking powder un-
varying IN strength under
Ell conditions? Royal i.
L your baking powder eco.
nomical in keeping baked
foods fresh longer and MAX.
ing homo baking % satis-
factory THAT Il takes the place
Of more expensive foodI
Royal i.
Royal Contains No Alum,
Leaves No Bitter Tasts
The Washington times., 1922-12-06
Copyright, 1875. BY
The Whee'er Syndicate. Inc.
NContinued from Yesterday


CONTINUED from Yesterday
EEDLENTY Of time" he
echoed. "What do you
l. mean?"
Her lips curved into q bitter
little smile.
"Only that you seem to have
quite forgotten what we ar
ranged-long before you came
home," she answered. then she
turned pointedly from him and
spoke to Geoffrey Foster.
The Fortune Hunter clenched
his hands; he hated the man. He
hated the way in which he looked
at Annette way he addressed
her by her Chr stan name. Con-
found the fellows impertinence.
Then he almost laughed at him.
self: what right had he to be an
cry, he who was a vagabond i'm
poster?
After dinner he deliberately
stayed at the table with Mr.. Hard
ing and did not even glance
Anne's way when he saw Foster
follow her from the room; but
his heart was racing with pas
sionate jealousy and indignation
90 that he could hardly steady mis-
voice to reply to Mr.. Harding's re-
marks.
at was only a joke, John. all
that nonsense about your we'd
ding" he said cheerily. You must
please yourself. of course. and
then you VIII please me. Anne
shall have everything Just as she
wishes"
"You are very good. SIR"
mot at all. I love Anne: she
has been everything to me since
she came to live here. and I've al
ways tried to do my best for her."
He paused and knocked the ashes
from his cigar. "It would break
my heart If anyth ng happened
now to spoil my life." he added
deliberately.
EIGHT.AND.TWENTY.
"She's not like an ordinary wo.
man. but you know that. John.
don't need to tell you. There's
not one woman In a thousand who
would have stood by you as she
did, bless her, and not because
there were no other men wanting
her. mind you. Why Foster
there-humph! But of course you
know"
"Yes."
"And she's not very young.
either" Mr.. Harding went on
after a moment. Eight and 20,
though she doesn't look it, does
she?"
Eight and 2o?" the Fortune
Hunter echoed. why, L" Hc
stopped abruptly. Yes. Of
course" he added.
"'She was IS when you went
hWdy, MI I1druiHS bdiu, HE cycS
fixed on the young mans face.
"Yes, she was 49," the Fortune
Hunter echoed DULY.
A MISTAKE.
$50 you're neither Of you chill
dren," the old man went on,
''though she still seems a child
20 me. You're-how old. John?"
II shall be 80 in December"
There was little silence. and a
queer CLEAN shot into Mr.. Hard.
ing's eyes, then he put down the
stump of his cigar and rose.
"well. shall we Join the others;
they're in the drawing room,
expect?"
They crossed the hall together,
but though the lights were on In
the drawing room the room was
empty.
The long French window which
led into the garden stood wide
open. and the soft muslin cur
tains were floating in and out on
Che evenin1 breezo