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SURETY COMPANY TO BE SUED
BY SHERIDAN COUNTY

Co. Attorney to Start Suit for the Recovery of
Funds Misappropriated By O'Grady-Plea
of Guilty on Part of O'Grady Makes Case
Against Bonding Company Strong.
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IOontlnued on last page)

IN pio,,k 5ank Mason of Glasgow arrived
he 5iva,n..yWood Wednesday to visit at
ms 'yl'eT Of his granddaughter.
lgeblaa a D. Moore and Mrs. Ben
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M6FFIANS I OR RUFFIANs

Oa.y short time ago the makers
VI aFplanes and munitions of war
N.Y., FS5e ouSy telling US about how the
5,tlcn &.n could wipe out whole cities in
gE,anC ots lands with deadly gases and
s,.:gL r,:5 Implements of warfare. Mis-
fJosd i. Women's organizations and
T rsae peace societies were Spreading
,o, ~ same kind Of propaganda. Now
~IeS ~.i the Rifians and pUncture the
so., sro.'ouIamatc stories sent out bv the
sr,e ssre mongers. Not only are the Riff
n. nun J, not annihilated by the French
n g3ey are chasing the French arm
,sr ~ al over northern Africa in the
ANNE ANNE manner they chased the Spanish
5aa5 short time ago. The most
Sssy s-.ly weapons of modern warfare
oirt;.yo M. 70 be Ineffective against a rev
fra..5gnafy people struggling for theil
M tIs'uOm' ,l This is such bad news fol
t5s, Iunng class the world over that
Il ~ i are likely to order the editors
c5sggl ,aslr journalistic mouthpieces t.
Prssse Pse the name of the RiAians tx
Continued on last page)
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Official Newspaper of Sheridan County
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TRAINS PFROUTED

Railroad officials IN the south-cen-
trail section cf the state Sunday were
their forces to repair the
damage wrought by the landslides
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back to his dilemma, which was the
immediate and proper care of jim
my, who was to be this very day de-
prived of Mrs. Hills care.
On his desk lay the letter received
from her this morning to the effect
that she was bringing him back
from Silver Sands Beach, whittier
they had been sent month previ-
ously by Jimmy's father. in the
hope that there Mrs. Hills might re-
cuperate her tagging energy and
Jimmy receive the benefit of the sea
air.
The letter also recorded Mrs.
Hills absolute resignation from her
arduous duties.
Somehow or other, Miss Bryce's
bright good morning" sent flying
the dark clouds which had settled
around this perplexed father. and
furthered half-formed resolution to
confde his difficulty to her. Come
to think of it, he had confided quite
a little in her of late. Perhaps he
had better tell her his plans for the
future; his settled determination to
have "real mother" for Jimmy and
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the play, and then surprise him aft4
erwards.
That evening Della sat in the
darkened aisle of the theater, gaz-
ing as humbly and adoringly as of
old at the stage and its hero.
The storm of applause at his en-
trance was music to her ears. She
fairly exulted in her love. He was
so wonderful, and he was hers and
hers alone. The play, story of
deep and passionate love, wound
slowly before her eyes. A vague I'M
easiness seized her. One love scene
followed another with, bewildering
rapidity She realized that Clifton
was doing brilliant work, acting as
he never had before. And yet, try as
she would, she couldn't enjoy it as
she had formerly.
The climax of the play came at the
end of the third act, when the hero
roughly caught the heroine in his
arms and rained passionate. kisses
upon her lips. Della gripped the arms
of her chair and tried to conquer
the nervous trembling that seized
her. She knew now where, her I'M
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YOHN RUTHERFORD wondered
why, in the midst of his dilem-
ma, he should pause to con-
slider how charming a vision Miss
Bryce was as she blew into the Of
flee like fresh Spring breeze. These
nnsnnken noetic words were really
his and, it may be added. they were
quite contrary to his usual prosaic
trend of thought. They were con-
trarv. too, to his usual practice of ig-
noring just<what Miss Bryce had on
the trim lines of her dark blue
dress, the fall of lace against her
white throat and the most becoming
hat she wore.
She actually did not look Is, he
thought, and thereupon felt rather
queer sensation in his throat. Fool
ish thoughts for a man Of 40 to be
thinking, and widower. tooS with
the ever increasing difficulty of try
ing to manage the proper upbring-
ing of 7-year-old boy. who, to use
the expression of Mrs. Hills, his long
suffering nurse, was nothing less
than a wild colt"
'rhis last thought led him straight
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The Clouded Horizon
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her many duties to realize that his
letters were becoming irregular and
unsatisfying, mere scrawled notes.
apologize. indefinite.
She was not alarmed. She knew
his new play opened soon, and he
was working desperately hard re-
hearsing. She wrote that it nearly
broke her heart not to be there for
the opening performance, but she
could not leave her sister until there
was change for the better.
When she had been away nearly a
month, the anxiously awaited
change did occur, and her sister be-
gan to recuperate rapidly. Della
realized suddenly that it was safe
to leave her, and her impotence to
return to the city and Clifton was al
most an agony. She found by catch
ing the morning train she would ar
rive just in time to see her hus-
bands opening performance. There
was no time to write, and, divining
something Of the strain Of first
night, she feared to upset or disturb
him with telegram. Far better to
slip quietly into the theater, watch
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face. Pretty little country butter
flies who longed for the hot artificial
city lights! If they could but realize
how much happier they would be on
their own side of the mountains.
Let me tell you story about a
girl like you" Marcia's eyes wild
ened hungrily. "This girl thought
she could sing. and all her friends
aided and abetted her in the belief.
So one fine day her parents scraped
together the necessary wherewithal
and the girl went to the city to be-
come a great singer.
when she reached the city she
found thousands of other girls from
small towns all over the country
who had come to the city to become
grand opera singers. Many of these
girls had far better voices than our
little country friend, and most of
them were just as pretty and charm
ing.
THE girls funds were slim, so she
had to work mornings that she might
have money to pay for the lessons
she took in the afternoon. Her eve
nings were spent in her room, lit
tie back room in dingy red brick
house. From her window she could
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Reverting to the Diminutive

attention when Dwight rushed past,
checked his rapid steps, and flew to
her side as she sat soberly on the
garden bench in the shade of a vast
rowan tree.
"Oh, Dolly, how could you brighten
me so?" exclaimed her husband, Il
have been hunting and hunting for
youm
Dorothea looked almost coldly at
her spouse. Perhaps after good meal
spouse. Perhaps after good meal
would be better time to give him a
good lesson in the use of diminutives.
and, closing her heavy book. she rose
and said they must go right in to
luncheon.
1t was a delicious meal, including
a speciality of croquets and dessert
of fritters. Later it developed that
it was the deep fat frying that
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toughest this side of Dublin" she be-
gan, "but I swing around here every
year on my way back to the city just
to gloat over this particular view of
the mountains. Some day, when
have time for a hobby, 1 shall build
a hotel right here and people will
flock from all over the country. But
that would spoil everything, wouldn't
it?" she broke off with a smile.
80, no." breathed Marcia. ut
would be wonderful having a lot of
people around Almost like city,
Are you so fond of the city?"
asked the woman curiously.
i've never been there" Marcia
told her wistfully, "but l know I'd
love it."
What would you do in the city?''
People tell me l can sing a lit
tle,'' said Marcia modestly.
"Ah, a Httle!" The woman shook
her head. There are so many who
can sing little, paint little, or
write little. The city turns a cold
shoulder to mediocrity and opens its
arms wide only to those who come
with a great gift"
Marcia shrugged and the city WON
an watched the light fade from her
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years in this stale little village!
Marcia shuddered slightly as she
turned towards the house.
A car with a woman at the wheel
had come to a halt in front of the
vegetable stand-the stand was an
other thorn in Marcia's crown. From
the city she decided, noting its long
expensive lines and the flowers in a
small cut glass vase. Pauline's adj
mirers undoubtedly took her to
dances in similar cars. Resentfully
she thought of the small. battered
tin thing in which she and Ted had
flivvered to their last dance at the
Hollow.
vegetables" asked Marcia as the
woman glanced towards her. A city
woman, of course, beautifully groom
ed from her not too highly polished
finger nails to her we'll shod feet.
The woman shook her head,
mo, mountains" she replied whim-
sically. "Will you sell them?"
I'D give them away for the ask
ing" The words tumbled holly from
Marcia's lips.
The older woman stared a little
and sighed.
"The road to your town is the
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happiness came from He was max
ing love to another woman. Her
husband was kissing another wom-
an Small wonder that she could not
enjoy it.
Della's heart turned cold within
her. How could she compete against
a creature so lovely?
At last the curtain was down.
Della, in a daze, walked down the
aisle with the rest of the audience.
The cool night air dried the tears on
her cheeks and enabled her to think
with some degree of clearness. She
told herself that at. least she was
not so blind that she could not see
the. truth. There was only one ex-
PLANTATION possible. The ring of sin
cerity in her husbands voice was
not, could not be, acting. He was
really, madly in love with his lead
ing lady.
A wave of hot anger swept over
Della. She recalled his hasty let
tiers, less regular as rehearsals ad-
vanced. Well, she wouldn't stand 1t
shed go straight to his dressing
room and make him realize she knew
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of the letter that was on its way to
Miss Emily Stephens.
His mind conjured up a picture OF
Miss Stphens; not at all like Miss
Bryce. Miss Bryce was small, with
a little, round face. Miss Stephens
stood FIVE feet ten and, now that he
thought of it, must wear at least a
number eight shoe.
Miss Stephens was SO, credit to
her community, and a good woman.
In short. she would instruct Jimmy
in such way as to raise him to self
respecting manhood.
Acting upon the impulse. he tapped
on Miss Bryce's door, and, receiving
encouragement from her bright
smile, was soon outlining his pur-
pose.
Miss Bryce knew Jimmy but Mr..
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The men battered frantically to
tear out space enough to Chamber
through. It was evident they were
not going to be in time White, up
turned faces grew paler. Curling
smoke and showers of sparks were
deadly evidences of the approaching
fate of the wee, whimpering girl in
the room the men could not break
into.
Suddenly curly, feminine head
appeared close to the mems feet, as
some girl came up the ladder to the
roof. They bent down and seized
her shoulders, then her arms, and
helped her up.
On the lawn below a curious gasp
of indrawn breath followed the ef-
forts of the tiny bride, the one her
husband called Dolly. Could she do
what the men had failed to accom-
plish?
Yes. She was so slender, so small,
that with the aid of the two who had
helped her up the ladder, she slipped
in at window, ran across the floor,
already hot and smoking, and
snatched the baby girl from her cor
ner.
A blast as from furnace as the
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door burst in from the great heat,
but Dorothea did not turn her head
to see how near the flames were. She
had pulled the wide ribbon sash OF
her frock off and twisted it swiftly,
softly, yet. with firmness enough to
check the frantic pulling of the
baby's arms.
Now she was able to pass the little
one to man already part way down
the ladder. She saw him hurriedly
make the remainder of the descent,
leaving the way clear for the second
man to pull Dorothea through and
set her down at the ladders foot,
safe in her husbands arms. The
back of her neck and her gown were
scorched, so near had the fire come.
All around were the guests of the
famous inn. They were no longer
figures Of dignity. They were just
human, loving, sympathetic folks
who laughed and cried and congratu-
lated Dwight on having such a
heroine for a wife as Dolly"
No one spoke of her as Dorothea,
she noticed, from the shelter of
Dwight's arms, and somehow the
rame of Dolly sounded sweet in her
ears.
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the truth.
Upheld by the power of her wrath
she hurried to the stage entrance.
The doorman barred her way. I'm
Mrs. Vernon" she gasped. "Show
me Mr.. vernon's dressing room"
"Mr. Vernon's not in his dressing
room now, ma'am. He's in the
leading lady's room-f1rst door on
your right"
Her worst fears were coming
true, then. There could be no pos
sibility of a mistake. Her trem-
bling feet took her to the right-hand
door. She heard her husbands
voice, and a mist gathered before
her eyes. She leaned against the
wall, and fought for self-control.
Then, as the words that drifted
through the closed door became
more distinct, the look of pain in her
eyes gradually gave way to one of
amazement. Clifton's voice was
tense and passionate, it was true, but
what was this he was saying?
make no mistake-the scene is
mine. I'm the star Of this show,
and you're the background. All
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Gama@aNSSaEezaNSa 0SSS0

pecting Jimny was on his way to
visit Miss Stephens for an indefinite
period.
Meanwhile, Rutherford found him
self reluctant to think of his ap-
preaching nuptials Really, it was
strange how thin and shadowy Miss
Bryce was growing. Then one night
when he had Unexpectedly returned
to the office he had found her face
bowed on the desk, crying. What
was the reason, he wondered then;
and that night he had paced back
and forth, calling himself blind
fool and hurting numerous other like
epithets at himself.
The next morning he dreaded to
go near the office and it was not UNI
til late in the afternoon that he ven
tured there. When he opened the door,
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- GARCIA put the old blue dishes
W. away on her clean pantry
shelves without granting
them a second glance. There had
been a time when their lustrous
faces would have given her small
pleased glow of satisfaction. But to-
LAY she bruskly thrust them in their
accustomed places and turned in to
rinse the damp tea cloths. She fin
ished the morning dishwashing rite
by spreading the white cloths on the
grass behind the house to be dried
by the sun and wind.
She stood for a moment with her
hands thrust deep into the pockets
Of her faded percale dress. From
the old white house with the lilacs
growing rank on one side of the door
and golden glow massed on the other
side, her eyes swept to the orchard
and UP towards the towering blue
mountains beyond 1t was so early
that gossamer-like cobwebs, fore
runners of hot day, chung to the
trees and lay in tiny mists on the
ground. A shimmering white bank
of last nights fog was slowly lifting
from the mountain top. AS she look
ed Marcia was conscious of a grudg-
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By Monte Darrell
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that's required of you is to be seen
cry"
Della threw open the door. If the
two within were startled, so was she.
In fascinated wonder she gazed upon
the leading lady. Could it be possible
that this woman was the glorious
being who had made her sick with
jealousy? The face that an hour ago
had appeared fresh and rosy was.
when washed, only that of tired
woman not very young. But that
sparkling hair-what had become of
it? Della's eyes sought the make
up table and found the explanation.
There, glowing and refulgent as
ever, shone wig. anss
She found herself held fast in the
warmth Of Clifton's arms. "You dar-
ling, to surprise me on the opening
night" he whispered.
ooh, Cliff, the love scenes we're
the best you've ever DONE" she
gasped. what was the reason?
How did you ever do it2"
"Just thought of you, sweetheart"
he answered, his lips close to her
ear.
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permitted anyone to call me nick
names. 1t is undignified."
"Undignif1ed, you precious peach
silver of moonshine," her adoring
husband sometimes replied, What
does a darling wee scrap from fairy
land know about dignity? Who wants
you all starchy stiff? Whose little
trained, nurse are 'oo?" And then, of
course, she had to be undignified,
because he would catch her up and
run around the room or piazza with
her, raining kisses on the many de-
licious dimples with which Nature
had kindly graced her.
But it was Dorothea's special de-
sire to reserve a suitable attitude at
this very correct and beautiful inn
at which they were spending
Dwight's vacation, the first since
their honeymoon nearly year ago.
She was still giving the subject her
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see the backs OF other dingy red
brick houses and an occasional slat-
ternly wash drying on a roof.
Sundays were the hardest and
loneliest days for the girl. She would
sit for an hour at a time on her
lumpy bed couch, staring at row aft
er row of unfriendly. smoky roofs
while she visualized her mothers
kitchen. The sunlight would be fall
ing in a mellow patch on the break
fast table. There would be ham and
eggs, hot mullins and sugary dough-
nuts. Breakfast would be inter-
spersed with fragments of harmless
gossip about the neighborS and the
usual Sunday morning argument as
to where they would go for ride. A
great lump would threaten to choke
the girl, but she would get out her
pen and start a carefree letter to the
folks at home, a letter full Of the
good times she was having. the new
men she had met, the dances she at
tended and the latest shows she had
seen. Her pride saw to it that no one
suspected the loneliness she had
found in the city.
The woman had stopped talking.
But in the end she
suggested.
20. yes" said the woman YEARLY,
there should always be a happy
ending to this type of story, shouldn't
there? In the end the girl managed
to get enough engagements singing
in choirs, an occasional concert,
that sort of thing, to enable her to
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most binding intimacy with the
vivid and scintilating life that pulsed
and quivered behind the very foot
lights themselves. The means of
transition was a studio party There
Della and Clifton met face to face.
To the dazzled girl the well-man-
nered somewhat reserved young
man lost nothing of the glamour
which footlights alone are supposed
to shed. Clifton, on his part, was
oddly attracted by this tender-eyed
girl, so ingenious, so innocent, so
utterly different from folks theat-
rical.
He promptly proceeded to show
her that his practice as ardent stage
lover had not been wasted. One
month after the closing of his play
they were married. There followed
two wonderful months of honey
incoming, after which they returned
to New York to start rehearsals for
Clifton's new play. Then came the
first cloud on the horizon of their
married happiness. Della's married
sister, living in small town in up
per New York, was i'll. She wrote,
begging Della to come and help out
with the care of home and babies
Della, anxious and worried, kissed
Clifton lingering good-by and hur-
ried away.
Clifton's letters were Wonderfully
affectionate and comforting. Yet, as
the weeks passed, she took time from
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ing admiration. A lovely spot, but,
as Pauline had aptly put it, you
couldn't live on scenery"
Pauline was at the bottom of this
discomfort that had nagged Marcia
for the last few months. Ever since
Pauline had gone to the city, Marcia
had been seething with unrest, dis
satisfaction with the village and ev-
erything in it. Letters from her
chum were brimming with accounts
of the dances she had attended,
shows she had seen, the men she had
met. Pauline was living while, she.
Marcia, simply vegetated in this dull
little town, where the most exciting
thing that ever happened to one was
the firemen's ball, held in the Odd
Fellows Hall, with Ted for a partner.
OF course, she liked Ted-she'd
known him all her life. That seem
ed to disqualify him lately for the
role OF Prince Charming.
She was just country mouse,
Marcia thought bitterly, doomed to
nibble at the crusts and husks of
things for the rest of her life. She
was barely 10 and would probably
live to be rs, at least-she came from
a long-lived family. Fifty-six more
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caused the fire which so nearly
turned happy holiday into terri
bic tragedy.
Somehow the cry of "firei" seemed
unreal as the guests sat in the pleas
ant dining room overlooking the lake
glittering in sunshine. Suddenly a
more alarming sound even than that
of fire made every heart check and
then beat furiously. 1t was the wild
shrek of the head cook.
my baby! She is in the ell bed
room and the stairs are all af1re!
Oh-oh-hi"
Such piercing scream ended the
words that Dorothea broke into
frightened sobs.
The guests somehow found them
selves out upon the side lawn, look
ing up at couple of dormer win
dows, in the last room of the ell.
These windows were curious and pic
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TT was, undoubtedly, his manner
OF making love that had first at
tracted Della to Clifton Vernon.
Not that he had ever made love to
DelIa-that was contingency
scarcely within the realm of the
probable.
He was the great Clifton Vernon,
matinee idol, hero of numberless
movie adventures, and arbiter of
Broadway fashion for men. Had
Della ever dared to contrast herself
with such magnificence she would
have felt her insignificance to be
that of small and feeble glow
worm when compared with first
magnitude star. She was only one
of that dim, shadowy group which
silently, but with beating heart, fol-
lows the fortunes of the stage hero.
A box of bon-bons on her knee,
her red lips family parted, her dark
eyes large and glowing, she listened
spelI-bound to the magic of his
voice as, night after night, he plead
ed passionately with the heroine to
fly with him. to count the world
we'll lost for love. Saturday after
noon after the play was over Della
went home in dreamy state ofrap-
ture. How handsome he was! How
heroic! What a glorious, breath
taking lover!
Then Della was snatched from the
obscure security of a Saturday mat
inee audience and thrown into al