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The Washington times., 1926-04-21

recorded their daily adVen-
lures.
1t remained for Herman Mel
vile, writer of the literary classic,
"Moby Dick" to gather the most
comprehensive available data con-
corning this leviathan of the deep
and present it to the world in a
thrilling novel of whaling days.
Melville' had lived the life of a
sailorman aboard a whaler. He
also spent years of research in
the great museums of the world
and among the treasures of an
Gent manuscripts to learn about
this sea beast, which Rupert
Hughes describes in subtitle In
the picture now showing at the
Rialto, starring John Barrymore:
COMPARED to the game (whaleS
The Washington times., 1926-04-21
May Be Never

Cool weather, as anyone knows,
is the showman's delight, for a low
thermometer means high receipts.
Thus Steve Cochran. manager OF
the National. Theater Players, is
hoping that he'll never to have to
open a half dozen immense bundles
that repose in the theater store
rooms. They contain 10000 SOU
venir fans. of practical use even
il they are souvenirs.
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Francis K, Jr.

Another Junior star" win
make his bow to Washington at
Loew's Palace for the week start
ing Sunday afternoon, April Is,
when Francis x. Bushman, jr.,
son of the famous romantic actor
of 1.-The same name, will appear in
one of the principal roles of
Brown of Harvard" the Palace
attraction.
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A PICTURE, THRILLING
AND AUTHENTIC

living beast land beneath the
holds glamour of mystery Man has learned
little about mgtiest The whaling industry pract
long the early fiftes And, whaling men
writer's Brief entries ship logs
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SOLITUDE SURRENDERS
IT'S STRONGHOLD

Silence sat their twin thrones In
tho heat Of the Yuma desert They had there long time
can't when the and the eternal dry spell came
Rt at nv rate there they undspued absolute yran
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IL up just like It puts
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brings strength tof0ec
weak, habby muscles kAAAj
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lite like you used to
have and generates
the energy and vitality of youth
throughout your entire system.
Just try it and see for yourself!
An druggists sell S. s. S.. Get the
lager bottle. It's more economical.
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cartsr's Makes Life Worth Li0ins

Brooklyn. Mr.. o. Hinricks writes:
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bilious. My tongue was coated and
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the very first day after taking Car
ter's Little Liver Pills felt fine. :"
Carter's Little Liver Pills move
the bowels free from pain.
Druggists, % & 75c red packages.
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"a NJ who saw Frank Craven
ii his own production certainly
wfIl not he disappointed Ia wit
Messing the National tr0upe'g in
depreciation 0f The First Year
House last night roared almost
constant ly. jim Ring, Times.
s.AII our dear friends have q
fine time par ticuIarly Mr.. john
nv Warner who comes out Of his
Iethargy to play Tommy Tucker,
the sappish young husband, with
more than little eclat.
Leonard Hall, NetCs
This play Is much more anus
inR than The Alarm Clock or
Three Live Ghosts and IL pre-
scented in as fine q manner as
as one could wish. Herald
Next Week s1ats seIIIag
Little old New York;
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METROPOLITAN-Norma Tai
nadge in ''Kiki." A combination
of one of the most popular stars
on the screen in one Of the great
est play successes Of years. The
Metropolitan and Ambassador
Theaters will show the film for
the new week beginning Sunday
afternoon. Ronald Colman, Ger
trude Aston, Marc McDermott and
many others, including George K.
Arthur, are in support. 'Kikt'
long served the remarkable
talents of Lenore Uric, under the
The Washington times., 1926-04-21

MUTUAL-Evelyn Cunningham
and Her Gang" open Sunday
afternoon at the Mutual. Miss
Cunningham is one of the beauties
Of burlesque, also a lady of wide
talents. In her support come
George Leon, Harry Left, Ed
CaIlan, Will Carleton, Alice Sin
gleton, Gladys lockwood and
DoIIie Barringer. In addition to
the chorus special scenic and
music numbers will feature the
performance.
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"Hnh !" exclaimed Kent sWhs
makes you ask thatYr
Election night there were lots OF
women, f1ashily dressed, around
and father said they were hussies
And saw Gustus flirting with one
Of them, and some Of the senior
boys, too. And ] saw some of the
be~st-dressed Of the Indians with
them
You'd better ask your father"
said Kent.
II did and he said I'd know when
| got older"
There WAS silence again. Kent
was only seventeen. He sat star
ing with puzzled eyes into the dark
ness. He tried to picture Olga put
ting a question like this to him. and
failed. A suddenrealization of the
loneliness of Lydia's unmothered
girlhood, of her innocent faith in
him, touched the best that was IN
him. His voice was a little husky
but he answered coolly.
"a hussy. Lyd. is a 1irt who's
gone TO the bad. Those around
Lake City chase after the students
and the Indians who've got govern
ment allowances, and get their
money away from them"
"Oh," said Lydia. "Oh!" Then
thoughtfully, aren't men siIlyl"
Eyes, they are" agreed Kent.
And, Lyd, whenever you want to
know about such things, you ask
me. It's a mans place to tell a
girl the things she ought to know"
"All right" replied Lydia. "and
Of course, you r just like a
brother to me-"
"Oh. ] don't feel so b~rotherly as
See, there's a fire. Lydia -
Family through the trees cleaned
a distant blaze.
ITS the camp crowd, | guess.
said Lydia.
mo, it isn't, it's a bunch of
men, corrected Kent. Hold on
minute. Lydia. Let's see what
we're getting into"
He pulled her into the shelter of
giant pine trunk and the two
'eered at the group around the fire.
There yer six halfbreeds In
store" clothes and moccasins
quatting around the blaze. None
+ them was speaking.
They act as If they were wait
ng for some one" whispered Lydia.
Hush! There comes some one
lse. For the love of CATS /,
John Levine emerged from the
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CHAPTER TX
The Election.

1T RA1NED on election day, q cold
November drizzle. The day was
a legal holiday and even the saloons
were closed. Yet Lake City was
full OF drunken lei by noon.
There were a great number of
Indians in town that day, big dark
Fellows In muddy moccasins and
faded mackinaws, who stood about
watching the Vaccinations Of the
whites without audible comments.
Toward night the rain stopped
|aDd Lydia begged her father to
take her into town TO see the pa
rade that would be INDUCED In by
The victorious party. Nine O'Clock
found the two at the square with
3 great waiting crowd. There we're
very few women In the crowd.
Those that Lydia saw were painted
and loud-voiced. Amos told her
7aguely that they were 'hussies"
md that she was not to let go of
lis arm for an instant.
Lydia didn't know what q hussy
vas, but she didn't want to stir
4 inch from her fathers side be-
Of her fear of drunken men.
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darkness of the forest into the fire
glow.
Howl he grunted, slipping into
an empty space, opposite the two
eavesdroppers.
How" returned the Indians.
Silence in the woods, except for
the cracking fire.
Kent, lets go! l don't want to
listen. ] don't want to know"
Kent seized her arm. you've
got to stay. It's your business to
know he whispered sharply.
"Where's Eagles FeatherT'
asked Levine.
Sick" replied an Indian.
John nodded. 81 got back from
Washington today. Big fight there.
Marshall and his crowd, they'll
make a big fight. | may have to
compromise. | may make my bill
cad. only mixed hloods IAN sell
heir lands. not full bloods."
Good" said an Indian. Full
flood don't want to sell, anyhow"
Better for you mixed bloods,"
igreed Levine, because you'll get
higher prices for your land. but
worse for us whites. for there'll be
ess land, unless-you mixed bloods
lhould happen to swear the full
Hoods are mixed, too. It'll be a
'ood way for all of you to pay up
I'D debts.'
L.ydia's heart was pounding so
iard that it really panied her. She
itared at John unhelievingly. Yet
{ was the same familiar. sallow
ace with the gaunt look about
he cheeks. Only the eyes were
itrange. Lydia had never seen
hem so hard. so searching before.
well" said Levine. SIS that all
7ou folks have got to report. after
Xix months? What do you think
I'm paying you for?"
What more might have come
lydia did not know, for an old
iquaw came ~tottering into the fire
glow. She was gray-headed and
smaciated.
"Oh, that's our old squaw, Kent,
-emember?" whispered Lydia.
"Shut up" murmured Kent.
The squaw made her way up to
John. There was something sinis-
In the look of her and he rose.
"What you do now, white manY'
he snarled. Steal Steal more,
.h?"
Levine looked down on her and
lis voice was plying. why. you
,oor old devil, you look half
itarved." He dug into his pocket
md brought out a silver dollar.
Go get some grub" he said.
The old woman stared from the
TO Levine's face and her
'oice rose TO q shrek.
Steal Steal, Make u young
1en drunk Make our young girls
ave babies that grow like these
makes" she pointed a trembling.
crawny finger at the Sowing
liked bloods. white man-dirty
ool-dirty thief" and she spat at
at the same time striking
he dollar from his hand. 1t rolled
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earn the twenty-five dollars thai
her share in the camping trip would
cost. One lin january Saturday
afternoon she went to call ON Ma
Norton.
who's going to chaperon you
children?" she asked Lydia.
Miss TOwne."
who of the boys and girls are
going?"
Charlie and Kent and Olga and
I. Margery's crazy to go, only her
mother hasn't given in yet. If she
does go, We'll ask Gustus Bach too"
ut would be nice for you to have
the camping trip, dear" said ma.
you've had so little TO do with
children Of your own age. | sup.
pose you're worrying over the
money end?'
Lydia nodded. That's what I
wanted to talk to you about. Every
spring you get some one to help you
clean house. If you'll do 1t Easter
vacation, this, year and let me
help, why, that would be a couple
of dollars, wouldn't it?"
Ma Norton looked at the slender
little figure and thought of the
heavy carpet beating, the showing
of furniture, the cleaning of mat
~tresses that the stout old colored
mar hustled through for her every
spring. Then she recalled the little
figure that had nightly trudged two
miles delivering milk rather than
take Bflly's school books as a gift.
And Ma Norton smiled a little rue
fully as she said:
"All right, you can help me in
stead of old job and I'll pay you
five dollars"
Five dollars for what?' asked
Billy. He had come in the side
door, unheeded.
His mother explained the situa-
ton. Billy listened attentively.
warming his hands at the stove.
IF l didn't have so much to do
at home" said Lydia. 81 could work
here Saturdays and Sundays and
a little that way"
well, you wouldn't, you know
growled Billy.
Lydia and Ma Norton looked up,
startled at his tone.
For the lands sake, Billy, why
nOt?' exclaimed ma.
Because Lydia is getting too big
now TO do those hired-girl stunts.
II was bad enough when she was
little. But folks'Il never forget EN-
and always think of her as q hired
girl If she keeps on"
Lydia gasped and turned scarlet.
Norton stared at her son as II
she never had seen him before.
and blonde and six feet tall,
seemed suddenly to his mother
10 longer a boy but a mature man.
md a very handsome one at that.
lie was looking at Lydia now with :
he curious expression of under :
Itanding that she always brought :
0 his gray eyes. :
Lydia's voice suddenly Quivered. =
Then how can | earn money!" =
dead easyl You make the best !,
udge in the world. Put some for =
ale In the University book store.
IN clerking there an hour every
ay." y
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II was close OF ten o'clock wheY
the sound of a drum was heart
from the direction OF the Methodist
church. Binny Bates, the barber
In a %atoyepipe hat, mounted on a
much excited horse, rode up the
street. Bfnny WAS Il Levine man
and the crowd broke into cheers
and c~atcalls.
After Rinny came the band, play
ing for dear life. Hail the Con
quering Hero" and after the band.
two and two, q great number OF
citizens with kerosene torches.
After the torches came the trans
parencies Levine Wins ~ THE
Reservation Is Ours" Back to
the Land. Boys We've Dropped
the White Mans Burden
And following the transparencies
came a surprise for crowd and pa
raiders alike. Close on the heels Of
the last white man strobe Charlie
Jackson, with a sign, 1.-THE Land
Is Ours, You Have Robbed Us!"
and after Charlie perhaps a hun
dred Indians, tramping silently two
by two.
For a moment the crowd was
surprised into silence. Then a hand
full Of mud caught Charles sign
and a group of college students,
with a shout of Break up the line
Break up the line" broke into the
ranks of the Indians and In a mo-
ment a free-for-all fight was on.
Amos rushed Lydia down a side
and upon a street car We'll !
Well! Well" he kept chuckling.
John ate 'em alive Well Well !"
How soon Will the Indians have
to get off the reservations asked
"Oh, in a year or So Johns got
get a bill through congress, You
"Oh." Lydia gave a great sigh
If relief; a year or SO was a very
ong time. She decided to forget
he Indians trouble and rejoice in
-evine's triumph.
Charlie Jackson was taciturn for
week or so, then he played bril-
In the Thanksgiving football
anne and at the banquet which
ollowed he WAS his old and genial
elf.
After Christmas Lydia began Sc
TO consider how she could
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CHAPTER X
The Camp.

: T IDIA and Kent did not use tn
~ roads. II was with the old fa
miliar sense Of make-helieve adven
ture that they started on what the,
called a Decline southwest. And i
was mid-sfternoon before. hungr,
and leg weary, they reached tn,
store that backed up against tn,
Indian school.
They bought sardines, cracker
and cheese and ate them perchet
on a dry goods box near the hitch
ing rack.
There! / feel happier" sale
Kent as he threw away the empty
sardine cans. How are you. old
lady?"
Lydia swung her feet contentedly
Fine! Let's start back. Well be
there by supper time, I'm sure we
know the way now"
But alas for the vanity of anna
teur woodcraftsmeni The late
June dusk found them still thread
Ing the endless aisles of pine, their
sense of direction completely OBJ
scured by the sinking of the sun.
Scared, Lyd?" inquired Kent as
they paused for a moments rest on
a log.
NO, but Pm awful hungry"
Lydia drew a trife closer on the
log to Kent. "Supposing we have
to stay here all night!" She shiv-
cred a little.
well, I'd build a fire." said Kent
in a m~atter-Of-fact name that
Lydia suspected was assumed. land
fix you up on a bed of pine needles.
Then I'd stand guard all night. like
a little tin hero. I hope the folks
won't worry about us. In the mean
time, you and ! can have q good
old talk. like the old days. Re
member"
81 remember! Kent, are you
afraid?'
Il should say mott / like the
woods at night. Don't the fern and
the needles smell fine? Lyd, what're
you going to do after you finish
high school?"
Go on to the university. Aren't
you?"
dad wants me to, but I guess I'll
90 to work. Why waste four years
learning a lot of stuff that'll never
earn me a cent? What do you want
to go to the university for?"
Kent, | promised mother I'd go.
And want to, anyhow. We're so
poor, that I'll never be anything but
a scrub woman If / don't get edu-
Kent stirred uncomfortably. 81
to make money, quick"
Il don't see what the hurry is. Is
t Olga?"
"Of course 1t isn't Olga. She's
III right TO fiirt with and q peachy
ooker. but you don't suppose a fell
ow wants to marry every girl he
.ets crazy about"
II didn't know" said Lydia,
neekly. Nobody was ever crazy
bout me-"
you aren't that kind, thank
You're growing up the way
girl ought to. / know all about
Lydia sat staring into the dark ,
ess, thinking this over. She was
an amount of comfort out !
the conversation that made her $
how sore a spot there had !
cen within her. J
Kent" asked Lydia, suddenly, !
a huSsV?" !
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besides the father and mother. TIVE
OF the children were half blind will
eye trouble. The whole family wal
sitting In the sun, about q pot %
fsh. The growD-ups chatted eager
~ with Charlie, and he translated
for Lydia.
"They say it's been a fearful win
ter. They only had ten dollars thfs
year out of their government allow
once and they couldn't get work.
The baby froze TO death or starved.
or both. Wen bring some food
over to these folks. Lydia, because
there are kids-eh?'
"But, Charlie. what's the govern
ment allowance?'
"Oh. didn't you knOwIand
you're one of the white lords OF
creation. too, The government set
aside this land for the Indians In
solemn treaty with them. for ever
and ever. Then il deliberately sold
off a big block of IT and deposited
the money at Washington. The
income from this was to he given
to the Indians. There's " two
million dollars there. But by the
time it's filtered from Washington
10 the Indians, this is the result"
He nodded at the h~alf-starved
group about the fish pot.
Lydia had had four days of this.
they made their way back to
the camp for supper she said to
him, in an unsteady voice, Charlie.
I can't stand II! Think of that
that froze to death. And all
these beautiful woods are full of
half-starved Indians! What ri
do about 1t. Charlie?"
You can't do anything. It's too
ate. But I wanted you to see II
don't care what girl understands as
.ong as you do. I think an awful
OF of you, Lydia"
He took Lydia's hand and patted
I. Lydia looked up at him, thrilled
~ his bronze beauty and the note
n his voice.
IF ! were a white man." said
harlie, I'D make you love me and
marry me. But I'm an Indian and
ooner or later III go back to my
I'm just making believe ]
play the white mans game for
while" he eyed Lydia wistfully.
But We'll he friends, eh, Lydia?-
Always? Even if ] go back to the
vicki-up, you'll be my friend7"
"Oh, yes, Charlie, always" re
lied Lydia, earnestly, while there
ashed through her head the half
7himsical thought, Queer kinds of I
want to be friends with me-
Ir. Levine, Mr.. Marshall and Char .
e. And they all hate each otherr'
After this episode, Charlie was
.ss strenuous about showing Lydia ,
ldian conditions. That night he :
a mild Irritation with
lga that he had dropped when '
.hool closed and Olga met him 4
iore than half way.
Wouldn't that come and get
ou growled Kent to Lydia as y
harlie and Olga padded away In J
Ie canoe, the next morning. "Say, +
I'd, let's kill time with a tramp h
. TO the settlement for some gum |,
"All right, ! can stand 1t if you =
IN. VIII you come along, Miss y
owneY' J
Miss Towne,. who had been high
edited by the mornings maneu-
ring, shook her head and settled \
'rself In her hammock. mo. +
ght-mile walk for me. I'm taking g.
rest cure" y
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CHAPTER xI
Lydia Ginoles.

THE days few lightly by, lightly
Il for Lydia. too, in spite of the
heavy secret she carried of Levine's
plotting.
The day before they broke camp
Lydia's old squaw appeared and
asked for Charlie Jackson.
Charlie and Kent were cooking
dinner.
Dear me-" said Miss Towne.
tell him to take the poor thing
away. Lydia"
He must feed her, first" ex-
claimed Lydia. leading the old In
dian over to the cooking shelter.
Kent and Lydia exchanged
chances as Charlie led the squaw-
Susie. he called her-into the
woods, after lydia had heaped her
old arms with food. Kent and Gus
tus had put the dinner on the table
and they all we're seated ct the
meal when Charlie returned.
What did she want, Charlie7"
asked Olga.
You wouldn't care if I told You"
replied Charlie. grimly. But he
burst forth suddenly. "some day
You whites will pay. Some day the
laps or the Jews will do to you
Americans what you've done to us.
Look here. Lydia, Levine is up.
TO ON new cussedness. Old Susie.
came on him in council the other
night with six of the worst half
breeds IN the reservation. She lost
her head and began to Jaw him so
she didn't find out what IT was
about. And he's getting the last
OF my timber now. Lydia, you've
got TO help me. When you get
home. talk to Levine"
Getting the last of your tim
Der ~ exclaimed Kent
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DO you suppose" she asked
that God is something like ether
or like electricity-in the air. ev
e%rywhere, something that sort OF
holds us together. you know"
Well" replied John, slowly, %
wouldn't want to believe that.
want to find a God we can know
and understands God that's ten
der and-human, by JOve."
Lydia looked up at him quickly
in the starlight. after what you
said about Indians tonight. you
can't believe God can be tender
and-and let that happen !"
Levine returned her look and
smiled. You score there, honey.
Lydia, you're growing up"
The young girl nodded c%arelessly.
But I wanted to talk to you about
taking the reservation, not about
me-"
II guess we'd better do that an
other time. I don't want you to
scold me-"
"scold you!" Lydia paused in
her establishment. "Why, ] love
you as much as I do anybody in
the world. How could I scold your"
Levine looked down into the
shadowy, childish eyes. Couldn't
you? Well, you're a dear. anyhow.
Now scoot and I'll watch till you
reach the gate"
Lydia hesitated. She felt a
change in Johns manner and won
dered if she had hurt his feelings.
Kiss me good night. then" she
said. You don't do it as regularly
as you used to. If l don't watch
you, you'll be finding some one else
10 travel with YOU"
John turned the little face up
and kissed her gently on the fore
mead, but Lydia. with rare demon
strativeness, threw her arms
around his neck and kissed his
lips with a full. childish smack.
There 7" she said complacently.
Come on, Adam! Don't wait. Mr..
Levine. I'm safe with ADAM
But John Levine did wait. stand
Ing with his hand against his lips,
his head bowed. till he heard the
click. Then he lifted his face
o the stars. God" he whispered,
why do You make me fOrty-five
instead Of twenty-fve?"
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He carried WITH him the odor of
hay and horses.
Flows your motherf' asked Ly-
dia. I'm coming over, tomorrow"
Mothers nOt so very well. She
works too hard at the blamed can
ming. | told her I'd rather never
eat it than have her get so done
up"
"1n be over to help her." said
Lydia. 1--WE had a perfectly heav-
emily time In camp, Billy"
Did your asked her caller, in
differently. Going to- try TO sell
fudge. this winter, Lyd?"
II don't know" Lydia's tone was
Daddy hates TO have
me. Now I'm growing up he seems
to be getting sensitive about my
earning money"
ITO BE CONTINUED.)