Desert Dust
By €dwin L Sabin
Author of “How Are You Feeling?'* etc.
The brakeman returned with
a broom, to sweep up the chips
of broken bottle. He grinned at
us.
“There’s no wind in him
now,’’ he communicated.
“Peaceful as a baby. We
took his gun off him. I’ll pass
the word ahead to keep him safe,
on from Cheyenne.”
11 “Please do, Jerry,” she bade.
I’d prefer to have no more trou
ble with him, for he might not
come out so easily next time.
He knows that.”
“Surely ought to, by golly,”
the brakeman agreed roundly.
“^And he ought to know you go
heeled. But that there tangle
foot went to his head. Looks
now as if he’d been kicked in the
face by a mule. Haw haw! No
offense, friend. You got me
plumb buffaloed with that five
spot o’ yourn.” And finishing
his job he retired with dust-pan
and broom.
“You’re going to do well in
Benton,” ahe said suddenly, to
me, with a nod. “I regret this
■cene—I couldn’t help it,
though, of course. When Jim’s
sober he has sense, and never
tries to be familiar.”
She was amazingly cool under
the epithets that had applied.
I admired her for that as she
gazed at mo pleadingly.
“A drunken man is not re
sponsible for words or actions,
although he should be made so,”
I consoled her. “Possibly 1
should not have struck him. In
the Far West, you may be more
accustomed to these episodes
than we are in the East.”
“I don’t know. There is a
limit. You did right. I thank
you heartily. Still”—and she
mused—-“you can’t always de
pend on your fists alone. You
carry no weapon, neither knife
or gun?”
“I never have needed either,”
said I. “My teaching has been
that a man should be able to re
ly upon his fists.”
“Then you’d better get ‘heel
ed, as we say, when you reach
Benton. Fists are a short-range
weapon. The men generally
wear a gun somewhere. It is the
custom.”
“And the women, too, if I may
judge,” I smiled.
“Home of us. Yes,” she re
peated, “you’re likely to do
well, out here, if you’ll permit
me to advise you a little.”
“Under your tutelage I am
sure I shall do well,” I except
ted. “I may call upon you in
Benton? If you will favor me
with your address—?”
“My address?” She searched
my face in manner startled.
“You’ll have no difficulty
finding me; not in Benton
Biit I’ll make an appointment
with you in event”—and she
smiled archly—■“ you are not
afr«*.id of strange women.”
“I have been taught to respect
women, madam,” said I. “And
my respect is being strengthen
ed.”
Oh! I seemed to have pleas
ed her. “You have been careful
ly brought up, sir."
“To foar (lod, respect women,
and act the man as long as 1
breathe," I asserted. “My
mother is a saint, my father a
nobleman, and what I may have
learned from them is to their
credit." '
“That may go excellently in
the East," she answered, “But
we in the West favor the Per
sian maxim—to ride, to shoot,
and to tell tho truth. With those
three qualities even a tender
foot can establish himself.”
t^YThether I can ride and
shoot sufficient for the purpose,
time will sliow," 1 retorted. “At
least," and I endeavored to
speak with proper emphasis,
you, hear the truth when I say
that I anticipate much pleasure
as well as renewed health, in
Benton.”
“Were we by ourselves we
would seal the future in another
‘smile’ together," she shyly
promised.
“Unless that might shock
you."
“I am ready to fall in with the
customs of the country," I as
sured. “I certainly am not
averse to smiles, when fittingly
proffered. ’ ’
So we exchanged fancies when
the train rolled over a track re
markable for its smoothness and
leading ever onward across the
vast, empty plains bare save for
the low shrubs called sage
brush, and rising here and there
i*io long swells apd abrupt
*
sandstone pinnacles.
We stopped near noon at the
town of Cheyenne, in Wyoming
Territory. Cheyenne, once
boastig the title (I was told)
“The Magic City of the Plains,”
was located upon a dreary flat
ness, although from it one might
see, far southwest, the actual
Rocky Mountains in Colorado
Territory, looking, at this dis
tance of one hundred miles, like
low dark clouds. The up grade
in the west promised that we
should soon cross over their
northern flanks, of the Black
Hills.
Last winter, Cheyenne, I was
given to understand, had ten
thousand inhabitants; but the
majority had followed the rail
road west, so that now there re
mained only some fifteen hund
red. After dinner we, too, went
west.
We overcame the Black Hills
Mountains about two o’clock,
having climbed to the top with
considerable puffing of the en
gine but otherwise almost im
perceptibly to the passengers.
When we were halted, upon the
crown, at Sherman Station, to
permit us to alight and see for
ourselves, I scarcely might be
lieve that we were more than
eight thousand feet in air. There
was nothing to indicate, except
some little difficulty of breath;
not so ‘much as I had feared
when in Cheyenne, whose six
thousand feet gave me a slightly
giddy sensation.
My Lady moved freely, being
accustomed to the rarity; and
she assured me that although
Benton was seven thousand feet
I would soon grow wonted to
the atmosphere. The habitues of
this country made light of the
spot; the strangers on tour pick
ed flowers and gathered rocks
as mementoes of the “Crest of
the Continent”—which was not
a crest but rather a level plateau,
wind-swept and chilly while sun
ny. Then from this Sherman
Summit of the Black Hills of
Wyoming the train swept down
by its own momentum from gra
vity, for the farther side.
T he fellow Jim had not emerg
ed, as yet, much to my relief.
The scenery was increasing in
grandeur and interest, and the
play of my charming companion
would have transformed the
most prosaic, of journeys into a
trip through paradise.
I hardy noted the town named
Laramie City, at the western
base of the Black Hills; and was
indeed annoyed by the vendors
hawking what they termed
“mountain gems” through the
T»ra'nT Ijaramip* according to
My Lady, also once had been,
as she styled it, "4 live town,”
hut had deceased in favor of
Benton. Prom Laramie we
whirled northwest, through a
broad valley enlivened by count
less antelope Bcouring over the
grasses; tlienee we issued into a
wild^j’, rougher country, skirk
mg more mountains very gloomv
in aspect.
However, of the panorama out
side I took but casual glances;
the phenomenon of blue and
gold so close at hand and all en
grossing, and my heart beat high
with youth and romance. Our
passage was astonishingly short,
but the sun was near to setting
beyond distant peaks when by
the landmarks that she knew we
were approaching Benton at last.
We crossed a river_the
Platte, again, even away in here;
briefly paused at a military post,
and entered upon a stretch of
sun-baked, reddish-white dustv
desert utterly devoid of vege
tation. *
There was a significant bnst»e
m the car, among the travel
worn oceupants. The air was
choking with dust swirled
through evey crevice by the stir
of the wheels—already mobile
as it was from the efforts of the
teams that we passed, of six and
eight horses tugging heavy wag
ons. Plainly we were within
striking distance of some focus
ol human energies.
“Benton! Benton in five min
utes. End o’ track,” the brake
man shouted.
“My valise, please.”
I brought it. The conductor,
Mho like the other officials taw
My Lady, pushed through to us
and laid hand upon it.
“I’ll see you out,” lie an
nounced. “Come ahead.”
Pardon. 1 hat shall be my
privilege,” I interposed. lint
she quickly denied
“No, please. Tbs conductor
is an old friend. 1 shall need
no other help—I’m perfectly at
home. You can look out for,
yoqrself. ’ ’ '
"But I shall see you again—.
and wiicre? I don’t know your
address; fact is, I’m even igno
rant of your name,” I pleaded
desperately.
“How stupid of me.” And
she spoke fast and low, over her
shoulder. “To-night, then, at
the Big Tent. Remember.”
I pressed after.
“The Big Tent! Shall I in
quire there? And for whom?”
“You’ll not fail to see me
Everybody knows the Big Tent,
everybody goes there.' So au
revoir. ’ ’
She was swallowed in the
wake of the conductor, and I
fain must gather my own be
longings before following. The
Big Tent, she said? I had not
misunderstood; and I puzzled
over the address, which imping
ed as rather bizarre, whether in
West or East.
W stopped with a jerk, amidst
a babel of cries.
“Benton! All out!” Out we
stumbled. Here I was, at rain
bow’s end.
CHAPTER IV
I MEET FRIENDS
What shall I say of a young
man like myself, fresh from the
green East of New York, and
the Hudson River, landed expec
tant as just aroused from a
dream of rare beauty, at this
Benton City, Wyoming Terri
tory? The dust, as fine as pow
der and as white, but shot
through with the crimson of sun
set, hung like a fog, amidst which
swelled deafening clamor from
figures rushing hither and thith
er about the platform like half
world shades. A score of voices
dinned into my ears as two score
of hands grabbed at my valise
and shoved me and dragged me.
"The Desert Hotel. Best in
the West. This way, sir.”
"Buffalo Hump Corral! The
Buffalo Hump! Free drinks at
the Buffalo Hump.”
Vamos, all o’ you. Leave
the gent to me. I’ve had him be
fore. Mike’s Place for you, eh?
Come allong.”
"The Widow’s Cafe! That’s
yore grub pile, sent. All you
can eat for two bits.”
A deep voice boomed, stunning
me.
‘‘Th« Queen, the Queen! Bath
for every room. Individual
towels. The Queen, the QH een,
she s clean, she’s clean.”
It was a magnificent bass, full
toned as an organ, issuing, like
wise as out of a reed, from a
fiwart dwarf scarcely higher
than my waist. The word
bath,” with the promise of ‘‘in
dividual towels,” won me over.
Something must be done, any
wav, to get rid of these import
unate runners. Thereupon I ac
quiesced, ‘‘All right, my man'
.■he Queen,” and surrendering
iny bag to his hairy paw I trudg
ed by his guidance. The solici
tations instantly ceased as if in]
agreement with some code. !
We left the station platform
and went plowing up a street
over shoetops with the impal-!
pable dust and denoted by tents!
and white-coated shacks sparse
y bordering. The air was,
breezeless and suffocatingly
loaded with that dust not yet de
posited. The noises as from a
great city swelled strident:
shouts, hammerings, laughter,
rumble of vehicles, cracking of
lashes, barking of dogs inumer
able—betokening a thriving
mart of industry. But although
pedestrians streamed to and fro,
the men in motley of complex
ions and costumes, the women,
some of them fashionably dress
ed, with skirts eddying furious
ly; and wagons rolled, horses
cantered, and from right to
left merchants and hawksters
seemed to be calling their wares
of city itself I could see only
the veriest husk.
The majority of the buildings
were mere canvas—faced up a
few feet, perhaps, with sheet iron
or flimsy boards; intersept
ed there were a few wooden
structures, rough and unpaint
cd; whereas several of the
housings were large, none was
more than two stories—and
when now and again I thought1
that 1 had glimpsed a substan
tial stone front a closer inspec
tion told me that the stones were
imitation, forming a veneer of
the,sheet, iron or of stenciled
pine, Indeed, not a few of the
upper stories, viewed from an
unfavorable angle, proved to be
only thin parapets upstanding
for a pretense of well-being. Be
hind them, nothing at all!
(Continued in Next Issue)
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i be sucking fishes of the deep sea
have their buck fin miillfleU into »
powerful sucker by which they re
fasten themselves to the bottom of st. «
or to b‘g sea animals a:ul solve th
| problem of vansportation.
BY FAITH.
By faith we see the Incomplete com
pleted.
And by It we can see the unseen
things;
By faith we fly to known and un
known regions.
And to the distant stars with magic
wings;
By faith we explore what is called an
atom.
And comprehend the endless uni
verse ;
By faith we see the la-ws that move
the planets,
And laws that fix, and laws that
will disperse.
By faith' we see the past and the
hereafter,
And live by It throughout eternity;
By faith we see the cause, the great
Creator,
And by it all His handiwork we see.
By faith we see great men of all the
ages,
Who by faith have achieved and
blessed mankind;
By faith we look into the unknown
future,
And see what men of faith by faith
shall find;
For "Greater works than these," so
said the Master, *
"Shall he do, who believes and
trusts in me.”
By faith, therefore, we see the great
er marvels
Our children’s children’s children
yet shall see.
—H. H. Slegele, In The Kansas City
Star.
1 , N _
8ILENT TIHNG8 THAT
SPEAK.
Day unto day uttereth speech, and
night unto night showeth knowledge.
There is no speech nor language;
their voice is not heard.
Their line is gone out through all
the earth, and their words to the end
of the world.—Ps. 19:2, 3.
The King James Version of out
English Bible translates this verse,
"There is no speech nor language
where their voice Is not heard.”
But the word "where" is not in
the Hebrew text.
The Psalmist is praising the won
derful works of God in the heavens
that silently declare his glory and
power.
How many of these inaudible pro
phets there are that speak through
our eyes to our hearts!
Not only the mountains and the
stars, but also the trees and the
flowers, tell of a supernal Wisdom
and Beauty abiding in the universe
and shaping it as an artist shapes
his work;
It is worth remembering that most
of the great astronomers and bota
nists have been great believer in
God.
I do not envy the man who can
look up from the flaring lights and
confused noise of the city streets,
to the glittering, faithful silent stars,
without feeling the Divine Majesty
ruling far above human turmoil.
I do not envy the man who can
consider a flower of the field with
out feeling the Divine Goodness.
Register Boosts Boies.
Those who have even a casual ac
quaintance with Hon. W. D. Boies, of
Sheldon, cannot but be impressed
with his sincerity as he goes about
his district—either on errands by
special appointment in connection
with his office, or as a casual visitor
with the people of his constituency.
The Register does not claim to have
an intimate friendship with Mr. Boies,
but on those occasions when it has
been our privilege to be in his com
pany the experience has always been
to our gain. He seems to be such a
sincere servant of the people, and
has a faculty of annalyslng the times
that stamps him as a man above the
average, as all representatives to con
gress should be.
Until this district brings out bet
ter opposition to Congressman Boies
than has been the case so far, this
newspaper would be delighted to see
him returned to congress in 1924.
By the North Sea to Siberia.
From the Christian Science Monitor.
An expeditino, described in the
China Weekly Review as of great in
terest and possible significance to
the Far East, has set out from En
gland for the purpose of demonstra
ting the value of utilizing the North
Sea route for communication with
Siberia and abroard. This trading
expedition is under the auspices of
the well-known Arctic explorer, Vil
kltski, and financed by the Russian
Co-operative Society "Centrosoyouz."
According to the Review, "it left the
port of Hull, in England, on the 1st
of August for the Sea of Kara, and
thence to Kransnoyarsk on the River
Yenesei. The expedition consists of
three steamers flying the Soviet flag
and one steamer flying the British
flag. In addition, a barge having a
tonnage of 1000 tos accompanies the
expedition. Over 2000 tons of goods,
such as piece goods, tea. cocoa,
coffee, and the complete machinery
to fit out two soap factories, are be
ing transported In the steamers and
every available free place on board
was loaded with coal.”
How Demos Can Loss.
From the Philadelphia Public Ledger.
Tammany wants a wet plank w
1984. Tammany would. Brennan, of
Illinois, who is more concerned about
Chicago than about a democratic
partv In the nation, will stand with
Murphy. It might, even as Murphy
suggests, be an excellent plan to
settle the liquor question once ana
for all by a referendum. Neverthe
less, the democrats of the west and
south will refuse to be bound t#
the wheels of the Tammany beer
truck chariot. If Messrs. Murphy,
Brennan et al, of the wet wing of
the democratic party wish to hand
the election of 1924 to the republi
cans on a waiter’s tray, they ar«
proposing the best and easiest way
to do it.
Compulsory Voting in Czechoslovakia.
From the Christian Science Monitor.
There’s no forgetting to go to the
polls tn Czechoslovakia. Voting is
required by law and either cue takes
part in the elections or suffers
punishment because of failure to
do so. In certain extrema cases,
declares the Czechoslovakia Re
view, excuses are aocepled, but
these are very exceptional. “Failure
to vote I* punished by a fine of not
less than 20 Czechoslovak crowns
nor more than 500 Czechoslovak
crowns, or with imprisonment of
not less than 24 hours nor more than
one month. In Prague alone (after
the recent elections.) 52,838 persons
must explain why they failed to ap
pear at the polls.’’
A Real Test.
From the Chicago News.
It takes an enthusiastic nature
lover to get a thrill out *f husking
corn.
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| ty JcKwy ^jrtutlU
Hookie, the Goblin nibbled a large
hole right jn the Cookie people’s
Jront door. The front door was made
of cake and covered with a lovely
White icing. Maybe it did taste nice,
but no one except a mean old Gob
lin would think of nibbling any one's
front door. Little mice sometimes nib
ble cupboard and pantry doors, but
that Is different.
Hookie was nibbling the hole In the
front door so that he could get in
to the Cookie people’s house and
live with them. That is what he said.
But the Raggedys and Mr. and Mrs
Cookie knew that if Hookie the Gob
lin got inside the Cookie home he
would nibble the Cookie people.
“I wish the Snitznoodle would hur
ry and return 1” Mrs. Cookie cried.
“He won’t be back!” Hookie the
Goblin said. By this time he had nib
bled a hole large enough so that he
could put his head through.
“What is that you have on the
table?” Hookie asked, "It looks Ilk#
something to eatl”
It was something to eat! It was
a great big plate of cream puffs
which Mrs. Cookie had Just taken
from the oven. But no one answered
Hookie, because he was very rude to
nibble the front door and put his head
through the hole. Raggedy Ann whis
pered to Raggedy Andy and little
Weeky and then Raggedy Andy and
little Weeky caught hold of Hookie,
the Goblin's ears and pulled them so
hard, Hookie could not get his head
back out of the door again.
Then while Raggedy Andy and little
Weeky held the Goblin, Raggedy Ann
got Mrs. Cookie’s largest pan cake
paddle and ran out the back door.
"Don’t let him go!” Raggedy Ann
said.
“We won't!” Raggedy Andy and lit
tle Weeky replied
And they didn't either.
Myl How Hookie the Goblin howled
when Raggedy Ann paddy-whacked
him with the large pancake paddle.
Even Raggedy Ann could hear him
even though the pan cake paddl#
made a lot of noise.
Hookie kicked and twisted, bui
Raggedy Andy and little Weeky held
on to his ears so tight, he could not
get away.
"Now!” I speckt that will be
enough!" Raggedy Ann said as she
gave the Goblin one more hard
whack, “Now you can let him go
Raggedy Andy and little Weeky!”
So Raggedy Andy and little Weeks
let go of Hookie's ears and he pulled
his head out of the cake door, “You
will be sorry for this!” the Goblin
cried.
Then, when he saw Raggedy Ann
standing there with the pan cake
paddle, the Goblin caught Raggedy
Ann and would have carried her
away, if the kind old Snitznoodle had
not run up and given the Goblin a
thump which sent aim howling over
the candy garden wall, “Goblins are
thean creatures!” Snitznoodle said, ‘I
“Don’t lot him gol" Raggedy Ant
aaid.
came back to tell the cookie people
I can't live with them because some
one took my nighty!’’
“It was the Goblin!" Raggedy Ann
said, "And h.ere Is your nighty right
here on the cookie doorstep! Hookie,
the Goblin tried to make us think It
was his nighty and he wanted to live
with the nice cookie people!”
"I am glad we found it!” the
Snitznoodle said'-’T’or now, I can stay
here and thump the Goblin whenever
he comes about and protect the'nice
Cookie people from all harm!”
The Snitznoodle hung his nighty
behind tiho bedroom door In the house
of the Cookie people. It was his home
now, for he had promised to come
and live with them so that he could
protect them from the Goblin and
other mean creatures who might try
to harm them.
Mr. and Mrs. Cookie and the two
cookie children were very glad to
have such a nice kindly creature as
the Snitznoodlo living with them.
And the Raggedys thought the Snltz
noo<Ve was very nice too.
“What I would hue to Know,” the
Snltsnoodle said after bhey had all
eaten their dinner, “Is how did you
Cookie people happen to live here?"
“I have wondered the same thing!”
Raggedy Ann sai<%
“Then we will tell you!” Mr.
Cookie said as ha brushed tihe crumbs
from his candy striped vest- “Once
both Mrs. Cookie and I lived In a
cookie shop in the real for sure world
C. W. Barron, noted financial editor,
says In a cable from Jerusalem that
there is not water enough in all that
city to maintain the bathrooms of a
good sized modern hotel.
A 14-story hotel for negroes is to be
built at Atlantic City. The building is
to be owned, operated and patronized
exclusively by the colored race, ft will
be of steel and reinforced concrete, and
will require an estimated expenditure of
$750,000.
The new ballroom floor of the Savoy
hotel In Ixtndon has just been relaid.
Balkan oak, from a village near Soria,
after seasoning for 10 years, was
brought to Kngland where it was baked
for 13 days at a temperati-r i of 10?
degrees for perfect resilience. In all
9.300 pieces of treated oak were laid and
i for :1* hours men pressed It with lectrlc
[ Irons. This Savoy floor is made to beat
I & tons of dancers.
up above the ground. It was a very
nice cookie shop owned by a dear
old Gramma lady. Every day, the
Gramma lady would bake cakes and
bread and cookies, and sometimea
cookie men and cookie ladles and
cookie elephants and cookie puppy
dogs and cookie rabbits. Not &
whole lot of them at one time.”
"Oh no!’ Mrs. Cookie said, "The
Gramma lady only baked the cookie
men and ladles and cookie animals
to give away. So she used- just pieces
of the dough she had left!”
“Thet is quite true J” Mr. Cookie
said, ‘The day the Gramma lady
baked Mrs. Cookie and me, there was
.only enough cookie dough left tor
us.” '
“When we had baked long enough
and had been taken from the oven,
the nice old Gramma lady took while
and red icing and put in our eyes
and noses, and mouths and striped
our clothes and placed us on a shelf
wltih a glass door In front of us.
We could look down and see every
thing that went c>n in the cookie
shop. Then one day a very nice
little girl came in to buy a ioaf of
bread for her mama and we were
taken down and given to her. We
rode to the little girl’s home in a nice
clean paper bag.
"There were lots of dolls there,
‘I shall not eat them mother!’ the
little girl said, ‘They are too beau«
tifull So «he Just played with us!*
“Only once, the little girl just took
a nibble of my foot!’ Mrs- Cookie
laughed.
“Well,” Mr. Cookie continued, “One
night, what do you think? The lit-!
tie girl’s puppy dog came In where we
were lying on the toy piano and ate1
us up."
"Dear me! How terrible!” the
Snltznoodle said, “Hut surely you are
Joking, Mr. Cookie, or how could you
be here J”
"Well, sir, Mr. Snltznoodle," Mr.
Cookie said, “It was surprising to un.
First I was eaten, but had no more
than been eaten before I found my
self in another place. Then pretty
soon, I saw Mrs. Cookie here too.
And the puppy dog had eaten her!"
"I do not quite understand!” the
| Snltznoodle said
Raggedy Ann said she could not
understand either but little Weeky
laughed and said, “I’ll tell you why
| the cookie people found themselves,
hero after the Puppy dog had eaten
them. Everything up in the world; :
when it is lost for keeps, or when iti
is broken so badly It cannot be mend-j
ded like toys, or like flowers that are
picked and then wither; Just go to
sleep. Then in a few moments, they;
awaken in Fairy Land! That is w>of ■
the nice Cookie people found them
selves here as soon as the puppy dag
had eaten them!”
“How nice it Is!" the Snltznoodle
said.
“Isn’t it?” little Weeky laughed,
“In that way, nothing is really ever
wasted or destroyed!”
Now that the Snitznoodle was a
member of the Cookie household, it
made things much easier for Mrs.
Cookie. , ,
Not that Mrs. Cookie ever had very
much to do. No not that. But when
Mrs. . Cookie baked a lovely cake
chicken and stuffed it witih ice cream
and chopped nuts and chopped cher
ries and pineapple she never had to
throw any of It away. The Snitz
noodle was sure to eat all that was
left.
And besides; the Snitznoodle al
ways "did" the dls*hes.
The way the Snitznoodle did “the"
dishes was to take them all out
in the yard and eat them.
It was a lot easier than washing
them and the dishes were made of
thin stuff like Nabiscos and covered
with icing to make them look like
china- I’ll bet almost any little boy
or girl could have eaten a peck of
that kind of dishes.
So, after dinner, the kindly Snitz
noodle had taken all the dishes out
In the front yard to eat them and ha
was having a very pleasant time;
arid the nice Cookie man had gone
out In the back yard to give the
cookie cow and cookie pigs six buck
ets full of granulated sugar for their
dinner.
And Kaggedy Ann was pretending
to play the cookie organ In the liv
ing room. So no one heard the nice
Cookie man cry out when Hookle the
Goblin came up behind him and cap
ture^ him. No one except the gentle
cookie cow.
“Now, I have you Mr. Cookie!”
Hookle tlhe Goblin cried out as he
stuffed Mr. Cookie In a large paper
bag and tied a string around the top.
"My!” Won't the Cookie man taste
good?” the Goblin said to himself.
He is made of chocolate cookie dough
and covered with white and red Ic
ing; Just like candy!” And Hookle
the Goblin took the paper bag upo*
his shoulder and started towards hi*
home.
Poor, kind nice Mr Cookie! He
did not enjoy being tied up in a pap
er bag ,and being carried away by
the Goblin. For Mr. Cookie knew
very well that the Goblin would nib
ble him when the Goblin reached
home.
Eighty per cent, of the fanners of
Oregon have telephones.
Ancient wall writings have been
found in a hitherto inaccessible part of
the Grand canyon by a party of ex*
plorers. The discoveries were made 5#
miles from El lovar, Arizona.
The Barling Bomber at Wilbur Wright
field recently rose to an indicated dls-t
tance of 6,300 feet, carrying a gross loadl
Of 33.570 pounds. It left the earth In1
15 seconds and remained in the air an'l
hour and 45 minutes. 1
John Stout. 96 years old. an Indian
scout for General Custer at the time af
the Custer massacre, died recently in
Delaware, Ohio. He oscaped massacre
by hiding in the carcass of a dead buf
falo.
A small tract of land near Evansville
Ind., lying north of the Ohp river, now
belongs to Kentucky. As a result of a
change In the course of the Ohio river
the boundary marker between Indiana
and Kentucky is on the north side
