Walkerton Independent, Volume 46, Number 22, Walkerton, St. Joseph County, 28 October 1920 — Page 2

WALKER 10M>DI • Published Every Thursday by THE ISDEPEXDEM'-SEttS CO' ' publishers of the WALKERTOS IAHEPESBEXT NORTH LIBERTY NEWS L.4KEVILLE STANDARD THE ST. JOSEPH CO. WEEKLIES Cleu DeCoudres. Business Maasgtr W. A. Endley, Editor SUBSCRIPTION RATES One Year ® Six Months *■ Three Months ™ terms in advance Entered at the post office at Walkerton. Ind., as second-class matter. 4-444 44 4 44 * 4 444444444 4 4 44 44 * 4- : Seen and Heard : In Indiana 4444-4-4444-4444444444444 444-4 Jeffersonville.—Probably the best ground for growing tobacco in Clark county is on the steep bluffs along the river. A number of the Clark county farms, bought during the last two years by Kentucky tobacco men front Shelby and adjoining counties, are farms in Utica and Charlestown townships, bordering on the river. There are steep bluffs, several hundred feet high, all along the river, and thrifty farmers have planted tobacco on this ground that was never cultivated before. It has been hard work handling the crop but the results are said to have been remarkable and the quality of the tobacco is high. The tobacco crop in Clark county this year will be many times greater than two or three years ago. Indianapolis.—The state board of election commissioners solved the election difficulties which arose when a Socialist-Labor party ticket was filed, by refusing to accept the ticket. The hoard voted that the filing was : Illegal, because the papers did not contain any affidavit to show that the candidates named were legally qualified for the offices for which they were named, and because no affidavits were filed to show that the signers of the petition filed with the ticket intend to vote for the ticket. Columbus.—Wheat sowing in Bartholomew county now is well under way. It is estimated that not more than 40.000 acres will be sown. Farmers say I they cannot raise wheat at a profit even at $2 a bushel, and they have no assurance that the price will reach that high. Corn, too. presents a puzzling problem, farmers say. The price of new corn is not expected to be more than 65 cents a bushel, and it has been estimated that the average price of producing a bushel of corn in Bartholomew county i« sl. Nashville. —Brown county has the largest corn crop it ever produced. Farmers say the crop will average 30 bushels to the acre, and that only a few fields were injured by the frost. According to grain dealers new corn will smrt at 65 cents a bushel. The potato crOp is also large. Potatoes sell on the streets at $1 a bush. The wheat acreage this year will be cut one-half on account of wheat prices. : Farmers say they cannot afford to grow it at the present prices. Evansville.—Miss Mabel Speer, twen-ty-two years old. teacher of domestic science in the high school at Birdseye, was bound over to th“ federal grand jury in the sum of $1,500 on a charge of sending a box of poisoned chocolates to Miss Mattie Hardin, anothr school teacher and rival in love, at a preliminary hearing held here before United States Commissioner Charles Harmon. Her father. Janies Speer of Bridgeport. UI., will be permitted to remain on her bond. Anderson. —An ordinance for redistricting the city of Anderson, creating five wards, and providing for two councilmen at large, will be considered by the city council. At this time ti.e city has three wards, with five members in the council. Three of the members constitute a board of public works. It is contended the council should have at least seven memIHTS so it can have a majority over the board of public works. Noblesville. —The Moffitt brothers, farmers living southwest of here, have what they believe to be the tallest stalk of com in central Indiana. It measures 15 feet 6 inches in height. The distance to the first ear is nine feet six inchs. The stalk grew on clay ground without fertilizer. Nearly every stalk in the field will average 15 feet in height. Warsaw. —Fire believed to have been of incendiary origin destroyed four icehouses of the Eagle Lake lice company on Winona lake, causing a loss estimated at about $25,<MmJ. Two of the houses were partially filled and it is estimated 2.000 tons of ice were lost. The houses had a total capacity of 20.000 tons. Wabash.—Charles Corrigan, superintendent of the local plant of the • United Paperboard company. estimated that the plant suffered $75,000 loss in a fire that started in waste paper. The heaviest loss will he from the 1,500 tons of [taper destroyed. Evansville. — While most of the farmers in tl e tr stafe region have been holding their wheat, there is a dispos}. tion on the part of a few of rhe farriwill not go mueh higher, but instead will go down. Connersville. —A few cases of hog cholera I ave appeared in the southeast romer of Fayette . m.:.ty. Veterinarians say they hope, by segregation and vaccination, to ebeck the d - ease. The* outbreak is the first in this Hartford City— Bread has declined 1 cent a pound in the Hartford City marker. The deellne in flour prices is the cause. Indianars.lts,—Current wheat prior s visability -f reducing wh* ,t acreage according to rhe co-npera: :v< -p j, porting service. (’lint- Further inve- i;- .> into fount! dead on the floor of their home at Clinton, confirms the theory thar ho shot his wife through the head and sent a bullet thr< m ! < brain. Com- ; lanl bad sold his home and household i p<»ods. ind they planned to leave for , Chicago.

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'' ~ — CHAPTER XVl—Continued. The most important of developments was that their tribal preserver was brought from a distance. From their community to the northeast, in a ravine of the Gughal, other hunters came, escorting this treasure, the doctor himself. He was an old shell of a man, with curling nails and matted hair ami a store of wisdom. Nothing of powwow about his methods. He crouched close to the mgs in which Helen was wrapped. She glanced up questioning!}- at Con, and he nodded, so she trusted. The ancient preserver drew a blackened hand across her breast, held her temples between his palms, sniffed thrice, arose, and walked away. It was a matter of hours before he returned with a small branch torn from a bush. Fansa was com- ■ manded to brew a tea. while the doctor rearranged the rugs about the princess more to his liking. All other affairs between the caravan and the natives could wait. “How is it now?’’ Con asked of her. “It is fiery in here,” she replied, touching her fingers to her head, “but I think my soul is better. There is more peace now.” As nearly as he thought advisable, Con told her how deep was his admiration ; and then, in the moist cool evening, lie walked abroad upon the elopes, alone. He tramped far under the starry films of night, and gave hi.s thanks to the source of their light. Anxiety, triumph, humility, and the total sweetness of life were oddly mingled in his thoughts. One thing was final: he had reached the first important goal of humanity, the mate, and , in this light he saw his own days as a necessary path. It was all coherent now. Even the tortured gropiugs of his father, all had an answer. Con had not wasted his heritage. The bird-claw doctor remained through the night, hovering between the watch-fire and Helen's tent. He made it known that the princess must not be taken away for many days. He intimated to Con that her peril was only just less terrible than his own professional skill. The white man found another piece of gold for the blackened fingers, and learned that it was now but a five-days’ journey to reach the Mid-Asian railroad, further north. CHAPTER XVII. Fag of Empire. At the foot of a snowy-white bed | sat an old man. There was regal quiet j in his appearance, his cheeks as white as his hair, the nose in stern aristocratic prominence, a kindliness ' about the mouth. Stephen March sat waiting for his granddaughter to waken. At the head of the bed, less than a yard from Helen's pillow. Con Levington waited, as he had waited for four days. His skin was brown as coffee-berries, and contrasted with the linen of the bed. He was uneasy in his chair, studying the face of the princess. Her cheeks had the tint of health, her lips were red, the coverlet lifted and sank gently with her breathing, but across her eyelids was the gray stain. Two of the wisest physicians in America had just left the house. A clock ticked in stillness. Levington sighed again. “It is near noon." said the old man. “Pray go down and eat your breakfast.” Levington nodded obediently, but did not leave his chair. “They did not say the danger was past.” “A doctor would never admit that,” smiled Stephen March. “What do you really think?” “She seems to be resting. I believe the shock of long travel is past, as good as forgotten. She is breathing in a new world, and we should not demand of her to enter it full-blown.” “I do not mean to be impatient,” said the young man. “You have done well. Do not humble yourself,” quickly assured the elder March. The story of it all had been told, and Stephen March accepted the loss ■ of his son as life had taught him to i accept everything, with dignity and ; calm, almost the gladness of the mys- ■ tic. He received his grandchild with great tenderness, as if the symbol and ■ ! heart of all his questing iiad at last ' come to his own house. Nor would [ tie permit Levington to depart. During the first four days at the March home, ('on did not once think of his federal commission. His beloved’s uncertain poise between this I world and a better was a matter that j admitted of no other interest. He passed silently in and out of her room, neglecting his fc d : nd <leep. Tin* weeks ami months behind were j like a jumbled dr- am, and any scene of It that happened to sl;p into con- j sciousness quickened his pain like a I cold knife—the flight from Tau Kuan, iacross tlie oil marshes, the desert of, -erpents and decayed rocks, the cool- ! ing rise to the pass, Helen growing: more ami more ill with each day's i travel, and h:s own blindness concern- . ing her needs. Then the fortnight I with itie forest tribe in Gughal pass, the rising power of her will. th< squalid pa--age on rail- into Russia— The steam-hip to America had been i terrible for Hi vn. She had whispered t<> him once: •‘Like a big bad camel. ' ml the -addle slipping loose.” (Inly! he perfect integration of courage. I at p . . (>s gift from her mother' thna, ! <1 -ustained her. together, ' th »hc frightened attention-: of old ' an-a. In certain hours of rough veather, Levington had stood beside : her, encouraging, pleading, not for ' ' himself, but t<> empower her will to;

hold on and on. He had almost lived for her. Fu Ah and Fansa were permitted to anoint her eyes, slightly, when his compromise with a destructive principle seemed necessary. The clangor of America had mercifully passed over her head. Koresh I kept her sleeping, on train and ferry, and. at length, in the March motor. Thus, when the transported princess wakened on tins fourth night in her own house, she looked up at Levington and smiled. “1 am strong enough to go on,” she said. Tears sprang to his eyes. “God bless you I” he cried, “there is no more going on. You have arrived home!” “The house —of my father?” “Yes. And this is your father’s father, who loves you very much.” Her eyes were steady upon Stephen March, and he waited reverently, his white head slightly bowed, until she should speak. “Mother told me,” said Helen. “You —you are—” She faltered. The old hands moved to touch her own, as the grandfather bent over the bed. She smiled uncertainly. “I do not know the words, but it pleases me.” Her slender fingers were carried to the aged lips, and the ascension of thrones might have been transmitted by that kiss. “The honor is upon me,” murmured Stephen March. Sleep drifted over her again, and her eyes closed. Levington was for the first time satisfied and at peace. He left the room. Peace had also been negotiated between the nervous housekeeper, Mrs. Ames, and the cross-scarred Fu Ah and Fansa. The latter were assigned duties nearly corresponding to those of butler and linen-maid. Fansa, once inclined to be buxom and strongtongued. had grown quite pale. The world was a twisty puzzle. She had lost her appetite. With Fu Ah, however. life promised to bloom again, since his mistress was out of danger. In Mrs. Ames’ eyes an incalculable scorn appeared whenever she caught him shuffling down the hallway murmuring his songful prayers. Heathen! The same fourth evening. Con set about ordering bis data and preparing his report. He was careful to omit any details that could have thrown j governmental suspicion upon Andrew ' March and his association with the ■KW Oto ! Tears Sprang to His Eyes. “God Bless You!” He Cried; “There Is No More Going On.” drug. Perhaps they knew this, but it was better not to refer to it. Also, Levington did not wish his document to appear fantastic. His commissioner would be satisfied if a practical account of the source of the drug were | set down. Con did not speculate upon । the origin of the seeds, cast down so | far below the sprouting-levels. He left I all that for the technical persons who ! ■ would no doubt accompany the next I ' and larger expedition into the Gobi. A strangely persistent feeling urged [ him to make haste. He could find , no reason for this, yet he det filed to go at once to the house of the com- I missjoner. And. having delivered his 1 packet, and with the promise to re turn tomorrow. Con drew away from . ; the \olleys of praise and queries, and I ' hade his driver make httste toward : ] the March house. He risked the pos | । -ible suspicion of his commissioner ' that the wilds of Asia had touched him j somewhat. Up wanted to ask Helen 1 if she had enjoyed her dinner. < At the March house, the hall door wn< open, so he did ndt ring. He entered and snaj»pe<l on the light, v hie) । should have been burning. He stum- i bled a< ros-- the body of old Fu Ah. j < The Chinese was dead, the body still | ■ warm. Levington leapt up the stairs. ; i madly fearing. In the upper hall. 1 about to enter at Helen's door, was a ‘ t familiar figure, like a faded ghost of i I the empire of tile Yellow Sun, Chee I I Ming. < oti was upon him, but he made no । resistance. [ < “What do you want?” I । “A word.” “Why did you kill Fu Ah?” | ; ”He himself obliged me to do so.” I -aid Choe Ming. j ( "Come downstairs,” said Levington. ' j letting go. I ] Silently they drew apart. Chee I ।

Ming was not armed. His robes were much the worse for wear. There was something greatly altered about him. He descended ahead of Levington, who was by no means calm. “Go In there.” The vizir obeyed, and Con shut himself into the library with the old Oriental. He turned on the light. “Sit down and let’s have your word.” Chee Ming sank into a great padded chair and seemed lost in it, his body as frail as la child’s. For a moment longer he did not speak, but seemed to be assembling his energies for the task. Levitvnon stood near, staring at Ids stranjje visitor. “In a ^nonient, they will find Fu Ab’s body.W^hen what?” Chee Mi»g raised his hand. "You do not understand.” he said with effort, the ■ niliar twisting of his lips again a fa|?tnation to the white man. “Did you* come alone?" The yellow man nodded. Prevarication was not one of Chee Ming’s shortcomings. "I suppose you stabbed Fansa. too — and who else?” The vizir shook Ids head slowly, and a light was coining into his stony eyes. “And you were looking for your princess.” “Yes. I would have speech with her also. Ido not come with a sword. I come without pride. Fu Ah foolishly would not let me pass, or it would not have been necessary to release him.” The voice, too, had undergone a change. "How did you get away from Tau Kuan?” "That is of no Importance," said the Chinese. "It is no longer the Realm of Yellow God.-. It has become a warren of madness, a sty. a by word along the roads of heaven It is gone, and the hope of the world is destroyed. My work is ended, yet it is never complete. There is none to continue. My riders have formed a new camp in the South, and there will he wars. I shall never return to j Asia, our mother. I have not far to go. My word is but the wish of an enemy whose power you have humbled.” ”\Vhat is it?" “Do not betray the tradition of beauty and holiness into which you forced your way!" "Betray ?” “Do not make public your knowledge. It is a sacred realm you have entered. Was it not enough for you to destroy it. to curry away its future. and ^*eii the pre.-ent. without | throwing Into’ shame the great past of the empire?" “I see what you mean." said Con, I thinking of the report he had turned in thirty minutes since. “And can you not be of large heart?" Levington was silent. He thought of the fanaticism, the drugs, the surprising cruelty of that fallen empire, and the justice of his own mission, and was not sorry. Yet Chee Ming had come to the end. and there is a , courtesy due the humbled foe. Almost inaudibly the old voice went on : | “You come of a race of merchants, a race of hirelings, having no tradition, desiring none. You lifted your mind higher than their commerce. You dared strange things, and brought them to pass. You have defeated me, as none of them could imagine. Do not tell them. It is the soul of my fathers, of my kings, you would betray. Do not, I beg—” The ancient lined face was gray, the neck very thin, the shoulders pressing I sharply through the failed robe. Save for the expanse of brow, and the deep torture in his eyes. Chee Ming might have been a beggar from the gates of Peking. There was a feverish tension about his mouth. He seemed impa- ' tient to drink Con’s answer, yet half Knowing it would be bitter. “Speak!” he whispered. Con heard steps in the hall beyond, and realized that this interview was at an end. Glancing back to Chee Ming’s face, he was startled to find a look of intense supplication, the j aged throat caught into silence. The । eyes were piteous. Ignoring the facts, j Levington nodded, slowly. At once ' the Chinese closed his eyes, wrinkled his face more rightly, then slipped forward in the chair. A line of blood dripped from |ne corner of his mouth. Chee Ming hall lived only to receive tin* promise df his conqueror. CHAPTER XVIII. The Melted Covenant. The urgent Mrs. Arnes was admitted. ! horror rendering her speechless. Out in the vestibule, Fansa had thrown herself across the body of her brother, and wailed softly. Stephen March was hastening down-stairs. Levington explained rapidly in a low voice. “Hei- • on must never know,” he conoluded. i Stephen March nodded. Together they stood for a moment in silence before the crumpled body of the grand vizir. Then Mrs. Ames wept aloud for the heathen, since they were dead, and Con was quick to close | the door, that the sounds might not 1 reach the girl in her room at the head I of the stairs. He felt a peculiar warm I satisfaction over the impossible prom- | ise he had given the vizir. After certain telephone business with tlie <’hinese consul, involving two dead bodies, he went out into the garden, because he wanted to be alone. At first tie believed lie would return to Dowagiac, but a sudden bitter mem- ! ory of grasshoppers on dusty la-*e cur- । tains, and licentious cats beside the front porch, nauseated him. He realized that he had no home. <’ut of the road-wisdom of the deserts, he regarded himself now. The fancies of boyhood were still with him. He had seen much, and was net satisfied.

He resolved to go to his beloved in tlie morning, mention his greatest and shining wish, accept inevitable defeat from her, and depart with such remnant of grace as lie might retain. Gently a hand touched his sleeve. He turned to face Helen. Her robe । was pallid against the dark lawn. Amethysts of Mongolia shone darkly upon her bodice. Her eyes were starry. "Did they permit you to come?” She laughed low. “Why not?” “You have not walked so far lie fore.” "Tonight I begin, then.” He supported her arm gently, much alarmed and elated. "But —” She was magic upon him; Ids voice was dry in a mutiny of nerves. They walked slowly at the edge of the pond. “These many days—why have you been so silent?" He glanced away to avoid her intimately inquiring eyes. “You seem to hold yourself from me," she added. His covenant with himself was dissolving, as her words swiftly altered his point of view. He recognized in Helen the Westerner, who perhaps did | not so urgently need the protection of i a lover’s silence. She was bending toward him. Tlie gemmed hair of the grass sent up its fragrance. “Whj- do you not tell me what is in your heart?” she insisted. He could not say just when she had drawn so very near, nor why they paused together, nor how his arms came to hold her fast. She caught her , breath, ('lose to his lips, her laughter was barely audible. “Helen—” lie began. “We must be going in.” she said. THE END. MADE TOMBSTONE OF ROCK Probably New Yorker Will Investigate Before He Carves His Name on Another Boulder. It was quite a while before a prominent lawyer in New York related to his friends a personal experience i which he had one summer when, being ■ somewhat run down in health, he went into the Adirondaeßs to rest. One day, as be was wandering airni !ess|y through the woods, he came upI on a huge boulder not far from the I railroad that runs along the shore of i a lake. Listlessly be began to carve : ids name on the roek, but gradually warmed to the task and chiseled zealI ously away until lie had wrought both I name and date with various embellishing flourishes. As he was proudly surveying the result of his labor, an elderly backwoodsman appeared on the scene. Aftj er ti e customary greeting, he dexterously shifted his pack to the ground, then with a somewhat quizzical air surveyed tlie lawyer's worK. “Quite a bit of art you’ve got there.” 1 e observed gravely. j The lawyer accepted this tribute I complacently. “Kind of curious how thing- come । about,” lie went on. “Now, the first time a train was run into these here . woods it come in contact with a tramp, long about here; and that there boul- ; der marks the spot where we buried l him. Now, here he is provided with a first-class tombstone and an inscription hat anybody might be proud of. । Kinder curious, ain’t it?” Hawthorne. Dumas called himself a dramatic poet; Hawthorne claimed to be writer of fiction. Both were about equally near the truth. Hawthorne invent- ; ed so much fiction as should serve to illustrate his doctrines; and he in- : vented it for that purpose. It had a I secondary rank in his thoughts and I in his affections, though it is probI able that he was not aware of the fact. He was. indeed, not a dramatic I poet, not a novelist, not a historian; he was a moralist, a philosophic moralJ ist, ( ailing upon history, fiction, and poetry to illuminate and enforce his : tenets. As an ingmiou- moral phti losopber and essayist, rendering his teachings impressive by the use of s fabri ‘s more or less elaborate, he may well take rank with the most elegant ’ and accomplished writers of his class. —J. (’. Ibywood. Dinner for Dyspeptics. Sir Henry Holland, the late Lord Knutsford's father, gave what is not i too common —a really pleasant piece 'of medical ; dvice. lio rei'ommended his dyspeptic patients to go out to dui- ' tier and eat made dishes. ITi ibert Spencer, one of the recipi- ; outs of this advice, found itjto a considerable 'ustiiled. “Tlie elTeels of agreeable emotions | are often surprising.” says the valetu- ! dinarian philosopher. “I have had manv experiences of th" net that dyspepsia. so far from being neee-sarily exacerbated by dining out, may even be < nred. no;withstanding many dietetic imprudences, if the social surroundings are such as to yield great pleasure." —London Chronicle. European Jiu-Jitsu. Jiu-Jitsu is supposed to come from Japan, but an art of s"if-defense virtually identical witli it was taught in Europe during the seventeenth century. Its principles are expounded in a book by one Nicholas Peters, published at Amsterdam in 1674. which bears the long explanatory title: “The art of wrestling, and how one can protect oneself in all kinds of quarrels that may occur; how one can with ami ;y and rapidity repel all unfair attacks, and meet one's adversary with science.” Even a garrulous woman will bob’ her law when she lias the toothache.

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