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AN ADVERTISEMENT IN THE TRIBUNE IS A DIRECT PERSONAL APPEAL TO COLORED PEOPLE VOL. V—NO. 26 TWO ROUGHNECKS ATTEMPT TO PAINT TOWN RED---ONE DEAD (Preston News Service) TUPELO, Miss., Sept. 22—Joe Miller, (white) of Guntown, a small village near here, came to town on Saturday afternoon before Labor Day and with a companion, Dee House, started to paint the town red. Miller is said to have brought along a good supply of corn whiskey and imbbed it freely enough to keep up his nerve. They decided that the best place to go and have some real fun would be down among the Negroes, whom they could scare out of their wits and at the same time would not be bothered by the local police. It is said that they would go into Negro business places and start roughhouse; insult Negro women on the streets, strike and kick Negro pedestrians. They had not gone far with their depredations until a Negro businessman telephoned the police about the conduct of these two white men. Patrolman Carr went to Miller and his companion and ordered them to leave that section. They remonstrated with the officer and he attempted to place them under arrest. Dee House is said to have fired at the officer and when he turned toward Dee House, Miller started to run. The officer ordered him to halt and when he failed to do so, fired, killing him instantly. House was later arrested at his home, and is being held charged with attempting to kill an officer. HAIRDRESSERS ARE IN GREAT DEMAND IN EAST SAY REPORTS (Preston News Service) PITTSBURGH, Pa., Sept. 22—There is a great demand for first class colored hair dressers to work in shops catering to white trade. In discussing the situation, Miss Jennie M. Proctor, 800 Fifth Avenue, said: "I can place a number of competent colored girls experienced in marcell waving, water dressing and ventilating. I should like to hear from capable women." Business Booming Mr. A. L. Stitt, of 623 West Grant street, local agent for the International Tailoring Co., of New York and Chicago, reports a record business for September. He is showing a fine line of suits and overcoats for fall and winter and the prices are right. Don't buy your fall suit or overcoat until you have seen his line. "Made-to-measure clothes look better, wear better and cost no more than custom tailored ones," said Mr. Stitt, and he is prepared to prove this statement. Give him a trial. Miss Robinson III The many friends of Miss Mabel Robinson, teacher of the third and fourth grades in the Douglass Grammar school, will regret to learn that she has been quite ill in Los Angeles, where she went to spend her summer vacation. She was unable to take her place at the beginning of school Monday and Mrs. A. E. Thompson will hold the position until such time as Miss Robinson improves sufficiently to resume her duties. Her mother is with her in Los Angeles and they are expected to arrive in Phoenix in a few days. Returns from Coast Mrs. Cora M. Jones, teacher of the Ninth Avenue school, returned last week from Los Angeles, where she spent the summer with her mother, and has entered upon her duties as teacher in this school. She reports a very delightful trip, and further stated that she is very grateful to her many friends in California who helped to make her stay such an enjoyable and pleasant one. Off to Coast The Rev. A. C. Caldwell, conference evangelist of the C. M. E. churches in this district, left Friday evening for points in California, where he goes in connection with his work. Returning to Phoenix about September 29, he will then leave for points in New Mexico and Texas, joining Bishop Phillips and party in El Paso. He will return to Phoenix to attend the annual conference which convenes in this city October 11th. PROMINENT MEMPHIS PHYSICIAN COMMITS UNSPEAKABLE CRIME (Special to The Tribune) MEMPHIS, Tenn., Sept. 22—A bomb shell was exploded in the midst of Memphis' most exclusive social set last week when-Arthur E. Kennedy, prominent physician was arrested on charges involving illegal operations on white women. Two Women Arrested Two of the white women, whose names have not been revealed, and F. A. Moore, colored house physician at the Jane Terrill hospital, a colored institution, were also arrested. Dr. Kennedy, according to the police, is said to have admitted the charges, while Moore admitted assisting Kennedy. It is claimed that disclosures of a sensational nature and involving some of the most socially prominent families in this city will be brought to light when the case comes to trial. TWO MEN ARE KILLED IN DISPUTE OVER A STRAY COW AND CALF (Preston News Service) MEMPHIS, Tenn., Sept. 22—John Chambers and Jesse Goosby were shot and killed here Monady night as the result of a dispute over a stray cow and calf, said to be owned by Chambers, which had been taken up by Thomas Bowens. Chambers had gone to Bowens' home on the outskirts of the city to recover the cow and calf. When he began to abuse Bowens about having the cow and calf, it is said that Bowens went into his house and reappeared with a shotgun. He fired at Chambers, who fell mortally wounded and died a few minutes later. A neighbor said that Bowens in his anger attempted to strike Chambers while he lay helpless on the ground, with the stalk of the gun, and when prevented, fled with the gun in his hand. Police searching for him met Goosby with a bloody gun in his hand. It is said that he was ordered by the police to surrender, but did not heed the command, and Sergeant Tom Couch fired, killing Goosby instantly. It was then discovered that Goosby was not the man who shot Chambers but it is the theory of the police that he had been given the gun by Bowens. A search is being conducted for Bowens. Heavy Motor Truck Passes over Man's Body (Preston News Service) DALLAS. Tex., Sept. 22—Albert West, aged 21 years, was probably fatally injured last Sunday morning when a five-ton motor truck passed over his abdomen. West was employed at the Dallas incinerating plant, and it is thought that late Saturday night he had gone out in the yard where the trucks are kept to escape the intense heat and to prevent the mosquitoes from biting him had placed a newspaper over his face and hands and had fallen asleep. Early Sunday morning while lying asleep in the yard a heavy motor truck ran over him, rendering him unconscious. He was removed to the Parkland hospital, and late Monday after noon hospital authorities reported that he was still unconscious and had small chance for recovery. AGED MAN OVERCOME BY HEAT (Preston News Service) WASHINGTON, D. C., Sept. 22—Robert Williams, aged 72 years, was overcome by heat last Friday at 9th and O streets. He was taken to the Freedman's hospital in a passing automobile, where his condition was found not to be serious, and he was later released. BLACK GIRL WORTH $20,000,000 NEW ORLEANS, La., Sept. 22—Latest investigation into the value of the Lillian G. Taylor oil fields shows that "America's richest colored girl" is worth more than $20,000,000. KINGS AND NOBLES At one time kings and nobles were the only persons permitted to wear beards, servants being compelled to shave in token of their servitude. Phoenix Tribune Key to Happiness ARIZONA'S LEADING NEWSPAPER In 10,000 Homes PHOENIX, ARIZONA, SATURDAY SEPTEMBER 23, 1922 PULLMAN PORTERS IN CHICAGO WERE HEAD OF BOOZE RING (Preston News Service) CHICAGO, III., Sept. 22—Nine pullman porters were linked with the operations of Chicago's newest gigantic booze ring after a raid on a passenger train which arrived from New Orleans last Thursday. It is said that dry agents discovered that metal containers, built to fit under the seats in pullman cars, were being used extensively in smuggling 300 cases of liquor into this city each week. Most of the whisky found was of English manufacture, imported through Bermuda and New Orleans. Special attorneys have been assigned to prosecute the cases against the pullman porters. Colored Editor Receives Human Hand in Mails (Preston News Service) NEW YORK CITY, Sept. 22—A package containing a human left hand, also a letter signed K. K. K., threatening death, was received on Monday by A. Philip Randolph, editor of The Messenger Magazine. The package, which bore a wrapper marked, "From a Friend, New Orleans," was opened by the police. The letter warned Randolph to keep out of white men's movements and to unite with his own race. Randolph told the police that he believed it was sent by his enemies in the South, and that it referred to a recent controversy between himself and Marcus Garvey, president of the Universal Negro Improvement Association, Provisional President of the Republic of Africa, and editor of the Negro World, and also president of the ill-fated Black Star Steamship Line. PRESCOTT Mrs. Dora Douglas, who spent several weeks in Prescott at the bedside of her beloved mother during her days of illness and at death, left for her home in Tucson, Ariz., will remain there a few days and will then make a trip to California and visit with friends and relatives. Mr. and Mrs. Joe Youngblood, who attended the funeral of their aunt, Mrs. R. E. Youngblood, left Monday for their home in Phoenix. Mr. and Mrs Mack Youngblood are all smiles since the stork has arrived with a 10-pound boy, one of the finest in Prescott. The mother and son are doing nicely. Mrs. Gather Ayers was the mother of a wonderfully developed child, that died shortly after birth. Mrs. Ayers has been very sick but is much im-proved. It is the earnest hope of her many friends that she have a speedy recovery. The death of the baby is much to be regretted, but our loss is Heaven's gain. All sympathize with the family in their bereavement. The two Jordan families, George and Johnny Jordan, had a delightful drive to the Dunlap ranch in the big Oldsmobile car of Mr. and Mrs. Johnny Jordan. All report a wonderful trip. Mr. Clarence Maxwell, who was reported sick last week, is very much better, and it is the hope of his many friends and comrades that he have a speedy recovery. Mr. Maxwell is ready to serve you with a nifty new line of hosiery, shirts and many other articles, at as reasonable rate as is possible to purchase them in any other place. Why not patronize him? Better get your winter supply before higher prices are placed. Mr. Maxwell is a live wire and will call at your home and take your orders. Phone 459-M. We wish to take this method of thanking the many friends for their kind attention, and the beautiful flowers sent during the illness and at the death of our beloved mother. Mrs. R. E. Youngblood. Signed: The Family. Mr. John Garner, who was reported on the road to recovery, was very ill this week but is better. It is hoped that he will soon have a speedy recovery. Mrs. L. A. McCarty is better, and it is hoped that she will continue to improve. Mother Ramsey has arrived at last from her extensive visit to several of the Southern States. Mother Ramsey is quite tired from the trip and is quite feeble, but it is hoped that she will feel much better after she has had a few days' rest. Mr. George Taylor, who was reported very sick last week, is better, and ENGLAND WILL NOT TOLERATE KU KLUX OR UNWRITTEN LAW (Preston News Service) LONDON, Sept. 22—Johnny Bull jurist does not take kindly to popular American institutions, which was brought out when a miner evoked the wrath of the Ku Klux Klan and the unwritten law upon an enemy. Rescort to two American institutions—the unwritten law and the Ku Klux Klan—only caused Herbert Brooks, a Cornwall miner, who had been in America for the past three years, to get into serious trouble. It is said that Brooks, when he reached his home in Saint Austell, recently found that his wife had taken up with another man. Brooks sought out his rival, it is claimed, and threatened to shoot him. When prevented from doing so he wrote him a letter in which he evoked the wrath of the Ku Klux Klan. The court before which Brooks was brought informed him that neither the Unwritten Law nor the Ku Klux Klan is recognized in England, and imposed a heavy fine on Brooks. 10 STRIKERS UNDER ARREST --- HELD ON SHOOTING CHARGE (Preston News Service) MEMPHIS, Tenn., Sept. 22—Ten men, all of whom, according to the police, have made confessions and all of whom, the authorities say, admit being striking Frisco employees, are under arrest in connection with the fatal shooting of Charles L. Lanier, nonunion Frisco shop employee. It is claimed by the men under arrest that they only intended to frighten Lanier and his companion when ambushed. The alleged confessions, the police declare, reveal the plot to waylay C. L. Stevens, nonunion Frisco shop foreman; pulling spikes from the Frisco tracks near Capleville, and the slaying of two Negro employees of the Rock Island railroad at Hulbert, Ark. BODY OF WATCHMAN FOUND FLOATING IN RIVER JACKSONVILLE, Fla., Sept. 22—The body of A. P. Jenkins, aged 55 years, a watchman on a river craft docked near the Jacksonville Traction Company power plant, was found floating in the river last Monday by people fishing on the dock near the vessel. Officials who viewed the body said that Jenkins fell from the vessel sometime during the night. He was reported missing just a short time before the body was found. No inquest will be held, Justice Craig stated, the authorities being convinced that Jenkins' death was caused by accidental drowning. The body was turned over to relatives for burial. MAN DIES OF FRIGHT AT CRY OF "LYNCH HIM!" ATLANTIC CITY, N. J., Sept. 22—After Jasper Bryant, a waiter, had been chased four blocks Monday by a crowd yelling "Lynch him!" he fell to the pavement. He died of heart disease a few minutes after he was taken to the Atlantic City hospital. His collapse, according to physicians, was induced by fright. was able to be down town this week. We are all glad and hope he will have a speedy recovery. Mother Coopwood is still feeling poorly. She has not been very well for some time, but we hope she will soon be feeling better. Rev. Smith is still preaching good soul-stirring sermons, and you should avail yourself of the privilege to hear him. Mrs. Williamson, the A. M. E. Z. missionary, has spent several months in Prescott, left for the conference at Los Angeles. Mrs. Williamson has many friends here who will miss her wonderful prayers and her kindly advice. She stopped over with friends at several places, spending several hours with one good friend at Barstow. We hope she will return to Prescott. Rev. Draper, pastor of the People's A. M. E. church, left for conference at Los Angeles. Rev. Draper spent a very good year here, and was a very spiritual preacher. He may return to this place if the Bishop sees fit that he come, and many will be glad. We hope him success wherever he is sent MISSOURI FARMER PAYS $20 FOR EACH VISIT OF THE STORK (Special to The Tribune) ST. LOUIS, Sept. 22—Each visit the stork pays to the Edgar Genenbach farm, in southeastern Missouri, the mother receives a check for $20 from Genenbach of this city. Three checks went forward from here last month to the cotton farm, where there are about 30 Negro tenants. "They are coming a little strong this month," Genenbach said, "but it's all right. I regard it as a good investment, to say nothing of the satisfaction afforded my real practical welfare work. I have been more than repaid by the loyalty and faithful service of the Negroes on my place." Post Office Janitor Steals $1000 in Delivery (Preston News Service) ALLIANCE, Ohio, Sept. 22—Charles Kennedy, night janitor at the local post office, was placed under arrest last Thursday evening, charged with robbing the post office of $1000 in silver half dollars. It is said that Kennedy confessed to the robbery when confronted by Post Office Inspectors, and will be arraigned before United States Commissioner Whitting, of Canton. A bag containing 2,000 silver half dollars was missing Tuesday morning when the day force came on duty. Information secured from Kennedy when put through examination by the inspectors led to the finding of $552 in missing halves cached in the woods north of here late Wednesday afternoon. Later the officials went to the Kennedy home and located $222.50 concealed in a broken tile in the cellar of the house. The remainder of the money Kennedy says he spent. FLAGSTAFF Church services were well attended last Sunday at the First Baptist church and the pastor, Rev. Wm. Hall, preached a very interesting and inspiring sermon. The choir was at its best and sang beautifully. On next Sunday night the choir will renew a special program. Club No. 1 will give a box social next Thursday night at the parsonage, and all are invited to attend. Dates for entertainments to be given by clubs Nos. 2 and 3, will be announced later. The Willing Workers club met last Thursday with Mrs. T. W. Garrison, and held a very interesting meeting. The ladies expected Mrs. Lynn Ross Carter, State President of the Federation of Colored Women's clubs, to be with them, and they were disappointed by her not stopping in Flagstaff, as great preparations had been made for entertaining her. Mrs. C. J. Fuller, who has been visiting in Los Angeles the past month, is expected home this week. Word received from Reginald Jackson, who left Flagstaff two weeks ago to attend the Western University at Quindario, Kans., is to the effect that he is going to study hard as he is determined to make this school year a success. Mr. and Mrs. S. L. White and son Samuel, Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Tomlin, their daughter Iva and son William, and Mrs Bernice Hodges, motored to the Grand Canyon and report a delightful trip. Mrs. Mary E. Davis, who on last Sunday was suddenly stricken with illness, is much improved but still is confined to her bed. Miss Lizzie Barnett Is reported ill this week. Mr. Fred Polk is the proud owner of a Dodge touring car, having purchased same last week. (Presston News Service) WASHINGTON, D. C., Sept. 22—Miss Louise Paynter reported to the police department that while she was attending an entertainment at the Suburban Gardens last Thursday night her handbag was snatched from her by a man. She said the bag contained $38 in cash. The police are investigating. SHAKESPEARE WAS RIGHT CHICAGO, Ill., Sept. 22—William Johnstone found $8,800 in cash, returned it to the owner after spending 50c carfare, and received 25c reward THE TRIBUNE IS SIMILY RACE JOURNAL IN ARIZONA AND IT COVERS THE FIELD COMPLETELY FREE-FOR-ALL FIGHT AT A COUNTY FAIR ENDS IN DEATH OF WEST FALLS CHURCH, Va., Sept. 22—Edward Handy, aged 31 years, one of the men who participated in a fight here on Tuesday, died at the Georgetown hospital in Washington, D. C., early Wednesday morning from the effects of two gun shot wounds in his head. Daniel Brown was taken to the Emergency hospital suffering from injuries inflicted when a bullet passed through his stomach, and Charles Collins is held in the local lockup. They are the other alleged participants in the fight. The men were attending the Negro Fair which was held here last week when they became engaged in the fight. WARNING TO WOMEN WHOWOULD WATCH THEIR HUSBANDS WARNING TO WOMEN WHOWOULD WATCH THEIR HUSBANDS PITTSBURGH, Pa., Sept. 22—Mrs. Salfonia Chanflain, aged 22 years, jealous of her dapper husband, whom she had heard was travelling around with flappers, according to the police, Wednesday night put on a suit of her husband's clothes, placed a 32-calibre revolver in a hip pocket and set out to shadow her husband. Everything was going well for a while and she was having visions of how she would, like Sherlock Holmes, spring a huge surprise upon her husband at almost any moment as she was nearing the place where she had been informed that he met his flapper friends. But as she came to Center avenue and Kirkpatrick street, where a watchful policeman observed her effeminate swing to her walk, she was asked by the officer if he could be of any assistance. She said that she believed that she would be able to attend to the small matter, but the officer was curious and suggested that they visit the station house. As he was escorting her to the police station he discovered that she had a revolver in her hip pocket. Mrs. Chanflain was detained in the city hostelery over night, and at the hearing the following morning, was fined $25 as a suspicious person. Slays Man Found In Clothes Closet (Preston News Service) SPARTANSBURG, S. C., Sept. 22—When William Jeter, a night watchman at a local department store, went home last Tuesday night to give his wife a watermelon and reached into a large clothes closet to get a knife to cut the melon, he found John Anderson secreted therein. He ordered Anderson to come out, but Anderson drew a pistol and began to fire at Jeter, but the latter was a better marksman and shot Anderson through the heart. Jeter is being held in the county jail here. THE HUMAN KNOCKER After God had finished making the rattlesnake, the toad, and the vampire, He had some awful substance left with which He made a knocker. A knocker is a two-legged animal with a cork screw soul, a water-bagged brain and a combination of back bone made of jelly and bone. Where other men have their hearts he carries a tumor of decayed principles. When the knocker comes down the street, honest men turn their backs, the angels weep tears in Heaven and the devil shuts the gates of hell to keep him out. Since neither heaven nor hell will admit a knocker, we will always be bothered with the knocker on this old earth. STRENGTH IN PROPORTION It is impossible to name the strongest animal since some of the smallest insects have more strength in proportion to their weight than the very largest animals. An ant, for instance, may carry a load fifteen or twenty times its own weight, while an elephant could scarcely drag twice its weight. HINT FOR WORRYING PEOPLE Best cure for worry is to have s much trouble it isn't worth while. 5 Cents a Copy; $2.50 a Year JOHN MITCHELL, JR. HEAD OF NEGRO BANK CHARGED WITH THEFT (Special to The Tribune) RICHMOND, Va., Sept. 22—Affairs of the Mechanics' Savings Bank, now in the hands of receivers, took an unexpected turn Friday night, when two of its officers and three clerks were arrested, charged with either stealing the funds of the bank, or with irregularities in handling the accounts of certain depositors. John Mitchell, Jr., president, and Albert V. Norrell, Jr., cashier, were taken into custody on a joint warrant charging the theft of $10,000, alleged to have belonged to the Order of Calanthe, and $19,000, said to have been on deposit to the order of the Knights of Pythias. John Mitchell, Jr., was also served with a warrant charging that on June 30, he drew two checks, both to the order of the Mechanics' Savings Bank, one for $10,000 charged to the account of Kate E. Thomas, grand keeper of deposits of the Order of Calanthe, and the other for $19,000, charged against the account of E. R. Jefferson, grand master of the exchequer of Knights of Pythias. It is alleged in the warrant that the checks were drawn with the intent to conceal the true state of the two accounts named or to defraud the bank. NATION'S BIGGEST CLASS OF KLANSMEN INITIATED IN CHICAGO (Special to The Tribune) CHICAGO, Sept. 22—Beneath the glare from a blazing cross, what was said to be the nation's biggest class of new Ku Klux Klanmen, 4,650 candidates, was initiated in a huge field just outside of Chicago late Saturday night. LOCAL NEWS Returns from Coast Mrs. Elma Scaggs returned a few days ago from California, where she spent the summer with her daughter, Mrs. Myrtle Vaughn, who is in poor health. She reports her daughter as doing nicely and that she has improved wonderfully since leaving Phoenix. She also visited Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Steel in San Diego and found them prosperous and doing fine. The Steel's are former residents of Phoenix and wish to be remembered to their many friends here. Shoots Landlady Miss Coreal Childress," a Phoenix girl, shot and killed a Mrs. Betty Smith in Los Angeles a few weeks ago, and at the coroner's inquest, was exonerated on the grounds of justifiable homocide. It appears that the lady and her daughter were beating Miss Childress when a pistol in the hand of the latter was accidentally discharged, with results as above stated. Miss Childress is a daughter of Mr. and Mrs. T. C. Childress, who reside on North 9th street. Felt Hat Season Opens Now is the time to drag out that old felt hat and have it cleaned and blocked, and Mrs. Della King, proprietor of the California Hat Cleaning Works, 224 East Adams street, is prepared to do the work in first-class style. She has had years of experience in the hat cleaning business and hundreds of satisfied customers in Phoenix are willing to testify as to her ability and superior workmanship in this line. If you want your hat cleaned and blocked, and want it done right, take it to the California Hat Cleaners, 224 East Adams street. Nuf sed. Arrivals from California Mr. and Mrs. A. D. Sawyer arrived in Phoenix Saturday from California and are staying at the home of Mr. and Mrs. M. H. Hicks, 1301 East Jefferson street. Mr. Sawyer left this evening for Los Angeles, but Mrs. Sawyer, who is here for her health, will remain for an indefinite time. She is being attended by Dr. W. C. Hackett. Autos Going Fast Mr. John Goldsmith of 623 West Grant street, auto salesman for Ed Rudolph, is doing a land office business and many shrewd buyers are taking advantage of this opportunity to get an auto on easy terms. PHOENIX TRIBUNE Key to Happiness ANTIDOMA'S LEADING NEWSERAPER In 10,000 Homes Phoenix, Arizona Published Every Saturday by the Tribune Publishing Company Address all Communications to the PHOENIX TRIBUNE P. O. Box 1052, Phoenix, Arizona Class Matter June 22, 1918, at the Post Arizona, under Act of March 3, 1879 Office: 1302 East Jefferson Street. P Subscription Rates—in Advance Member National Negro Press Association Advertising Rates on Application Publication MUST be in our Office by W as we go to press on Thursday NOTICE TO THE PUBLIC reflection upon the character, standing or corporation which may appear in the gladly corrected upon its being brought Entered as Second-Class Matter June 22, 1918, at the Postoffice at Phoenix Arizona, under Act of March 3, 1879 Advertising Rates on Application All Matter for Publication MUST be in our Office by Wednesday evening, as we go to press on Thursday NOTICE TO THE PUBLIC An erroneous reflection upon the character, standing or reputation of any person, firm or corporation which may appear in the column of THE TRIBUNE will be gladly corrected upon its being brought to the attention of the publishers. THE FAULT IS WITH US Mr. Dear Brutus, is not in our state, we are underlings. We as a re-rously and the foolish so-called man keep us fighting among our presenting a single united front keep us ruled because they keep unimpotent politically, financially, they keep us discordant and seize lower classes up or lower. We must not only practice ourselves and have nice banks, but we must inculcate and help woman to do the same. Let In Kansas, where John Brown used us discrimination and race in apace. They tell us it is because professional and business people working class. All for one and our coming generation, in poor industry, let us be all for one and any pessimism and socialism. I of democracy. Let an artist man's overalls be a badge of her's kit or a mechanic's apron of superiority. Let us keep the drift burning. Let us uphold a women. Let us live for these men and not afraid to die for children they can and will stand at let us teach them by struggle worth, they can win life's goal us plod on with the will to a HIGHWAY OF DEMOCRACY Harlem, in New York, in the are substantial rather than clear that are not only temporary News. The fault, Dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves that we are underlings. We as a race must conquer the jealousy and the foolish so-called class enmities among us that keep us fighting among ourselves, that keep us from presenting a single united front to the enemy, that keep us ruled because they keep us divided, that keep us impotent politically, financially and industrially because they keep us discordant and separated. We must help our lower classes up or our lower classes will drag us down. We must not only practice thrift and buy nice homes ourselves and have nice bank accounts and businesses, but we must inculcate and help every other black man and woman to do the same. Let us give you an example: In Kansas, where John Brown fought and won, they tell us discrimination and race friction have been growing apace. They tell us it is because the social classes, the professional and business people will not unite with the working class. All for one and one for all. In educating our coming generation, in politics, in commerce, in industry, let us be all for one and one for all. Let us eschew pessimism and socialism. Let us keep on the highway of democracy. Let an artisian's uniform and a workman's overalls be a badge of respectability. Let a carpenter's kit or a mechanic's apron be recognized as evidence of superiority. Let us keep the home fires of love and thrift burning. Let us uphold at all costs the virtue of our women. Let us live for these things. Let us be prepared and not afraid to die for them. Let us teach our children they can and will stand as high as they can build. Let us teach them by struggle and sacrifice, by work and worth, they can win life's goals. Let us face the future, let us plod on with the will to win our place. This is the HIGHWAY OF DEMOCRACY! Let us lay firm hold in Harlem, in New York, in the nation, upon things that are substantial rather than chase the show and the glamour that are not only temporary but suicidal.—New York News. DON'T BE A CRAB ever see a bunch of crabs in a ever see one try to lift himself ituents and surroundings? ever see the other crabs grab hold him down? profit by the crab's shortcomin Did you ever see a bunch of crabs in a basket? Did you ever see one try to lift himself from his immediate constituents and surroundings? Did you ever see the other crabs grab him and pull him back and hold him down? Let us profit by the crab's shortcomings and bone-headedness. Let us stop being so crabby, for acting the part of a crab simply helps to keep us all in the low, sordid valley where racial growth, development, solidarity and success are practically impossible. You may say you can see no similarity between the crabs and our race. Well, let's see: As soon as one race man begins to extricate himself from his lowly environments and attempts to climb the heights of success, the others (his comrades) begin to knock him and do many other dastardly acts to hold him down. If he succeeds in the face of such opposition and reaches the apex of the hill, it is nothing strange to see another with a pick in his hand devoting all his time and energy to undermining the hill, or a hammer continually knocking him. Just like the crabs delight in pulling their fellow-citizens down, in like manner do too many of our people engage in such a damnable and deleterious game. We are given too much to that "I can't, you shan't" disposition, which is an outstanding crab characteristic. Let us profit by the team-work and co-operation exemplified and demonstrated by men of other races and then we can leave the basket—not to be sold for gumbo, etc., figuratively speaking—but evacuate it by our own motor power not to return neither to be sold. Don't be a crab!—Houston (Texas) Informer. Colored men and women who take part in politics, should aspire to something higher than janitor jobs. You don't have to be a politician to land a job of this kind. If you are competent, demand a part of the spoils. Let the other fellow know that you are thinking. If you ask for nothing, you will get nothing. Let them know that you are to be reckoned with when it comes to a division of the spoils. Wake up. Judge Henry J. Sullivan, republican nominee for county attorney, Maricopa county, is the logical man for the office and both democrats and republicans favor his election. It is predicted that he will carry this county by a large majority. He is the man of the hour. The sports are betting even money on Hunt and Campbell. Pick the winner and your fortune is made. One game sport said that by placing his money on Hunt, it was a good bet even if he lost. New Mexico republicans have nominated a strong ticket to place in the field against the democrats. All clean men and not a Klansman in the group. Hats off to New Mexico. The Ku Klux Klan, doubtless believes in the old saying, "Every man has his price" and has selected the churches through which to purchase public approval of their hellish deeds. Election day draws near and who shall be able to stand? We believe it will be a landslide for one party or the other. Which will it be? Let some of the reformers or fanatics put on a "truth week." They should tell the people that the truth is mighty and will prevail. If we were asked, "Watchman what of the night?" we would answer, let us all pull together right through here, for deliverance from this political bondange. Put yourself in the other fellow's shoes and you in all probability will see things in a different light. Men are only serviceable in proportion to their ability to work with others. Vengeance is sweet to most of us but there are few of us who are willing to take our own medicine. He that ruleth his tongue, is greater than he who conquers a city—see. Don't fool yourself, the people are "clocking" you. 47 ARGONAUT MINERS JACKSON, Calif.—All 47 of the miners entombed in the Argonaut mine August 27, are dead. A note found on one of the bodies indicated that all the men had died within five hours of the beginning of the fire August 27. All the miners were found behind the second of two bulkheads they had built in a cross-cut 4,350 feet down in the Argonaut mine. Byron O. Pickard, chief of the federal bureau of mines for this district, was the first man to get behind the bulkhead and discovered the bodies. Pickard, on an earlier exploration behind this bulkhead, had counted 42 bodies and expressed the belief then that there were others there. B. F. Harrington, a rescue crew worker, telephoned that Mr. Pickard had been beyond this second bulkhead, had encountered 42 bodies and had declared he was positive there were others at that point. The note found read as follows: "3 a. m., gas bad." The same note bore a scrawled figure "4," apparently indicating the same man had attempted to leave word for those who might come after of the condition of the mine at that hour. The bodies were found piled one on top of another and decomposition had progressed so far that identification would be impossible. Died Within Fed Hours The mine officials said that the actions of the men, as evidenced by the bulkheads they built and other matters, indicated they had died within five hours after being entombed. The officials declared the mute evidence of the men's struggles showed they were 47 of the most cool-headed men imaginable. Sixteen of the entrapped miners removed their clothes to provide material for stuffing the cracks in the wooden barrier, hastily constructed. The barrier was built of earth, rock and debris. However, the gas and fumes from the fire apparently seeped through the first bulkhead and the men fled the site where they were building the second one to start a third, farther on. This third attempt to wall off the death-dealing gas was made at the end of the 4,350 foot cross-cut in the Argonaut, but the fact that only a bare start was made at it proved, the mine officials said, that the deadly carbon monoxide and the suffocating carbon dioxide had reached it and performed their fatal office before the 47 unfortunates could raise even an excuse for a barrier. Bodies Huddled Together Bodies Huddled Together Those of the bodies that were not piled atop of one another were huddled together in little groups. Since death came approximately 22 days ago, and the temperature in the crosscut where the men took refuge averages about 100 degrees, it was necessary to wrap each body in canvas prior to its removal to the surface. The sad scenes customarily associated with removal of the dead from mine disasters were lacking. There was no crowd of weeping widows and sorrowing relatives at the mine mouth. Among those gathered at the entrance to the great gold workings were newspaper men and miners and comrades LOCAL NEWS Mrs. William E. Watkins, wife of Attorney Watkins, underwent an operation this week at St. Joseph's hospital for appendicitis. Doctors Eaton and Dysart performed the operation and the patient is reported as doing nicely. Splendid Meetings Enthusiastic, spiritual and well-attended meetings are being held every Sunday at the Church of God in Christ 14th street and Madison, and the pastor, Dr. L. L. Britton, is preaching some excellent sermons. All are in vited to attend services at this church. Basket Picnic Thursday Fair Ladis Tabernacle, No. 6, will give a basket picnic Thursday, September 28, at East Lake park. Ah Phoenix is invited and every request to bring his basket and enjoy an old-fashioned picnic. You are as welcome as the flowers in May. Keep Off the Date All clubs and other organizations requested to keep off the date, October 6, for on that evening the Missionary ladies of the C. M. E. church will give a Feast of the Seven Tables. Remember the date and get ready to attend. In The Editor's Mail I have been asked on several occasions, if I was responsible for the appointment of Colored janitors at the State House. In reply I would say, I called on Governor Campbell and discussed the advisability of supplying such positions with Colored men as part recognition for services rendered as tax payers of the State. He seemed to think it a logical suggestion, hence he authorized me to name six men that I could vouch for, which I did with pleasure. That was some five or six years ago, and one of these men, in the person of Chas. Johnson, is still in that capacity. I trust this will make clear to what extent I am to blame for the consideration shown. J. A. GREEN, 947 West Grant St., Phoenix, Ariz. The twenty-seventh annual session of the National Association (medical) was held last week in Washington. Medical and surgical clinics were held in Freedman's Hospital. Marcus Garvey has filed, through his attorney, in the Supreme Court, nine libel suits aggregating $750,000 against newspapers and public speakers. of those entombed predominated. For days the relatives have remained at home under the persuasions of mine officials and Red Cross workers, and it was the Red Cross or sympathetic friends acting under its guidance that broke the sad news to them. The time elapsing since the men were entombed had given opportunity to all to prepare for the worst, and when that came it was accepted without demonstration. Most of the miners were of Austrian or Italian birth. ```markdown ``` Personal, Local and Society News OF THE STATE CAPITAL By R. L. S., Society Editor Sunday afternoon, 3 o'clock, the following program will be rendered by the Women's Home Mission Society at the C. M. E. church: Opening Song .....Audience Invocation .....Rev. A. C. Caldwell Opening Address Mrs. R. M. Henderson Solo .....Mrs. E. E. Potts Talk on Missions.....Mrs. E. McPionn Inst. Solo .....Miss Cora Smith Vocal Solo .....Mrs. B. Saunders Talk .....Mrs. T. H. Richardson Inst. Selection.....Mrs. Nola Hamilton Solo .....Mr. G. S. Rodgers Paper .....Mrs. A. E. Thompson Duet .....Mr. and Mrs. M. A. White Closing Remarks...Rev. M. Thompson Everybody invited. M. A. White master of ceremonies. Mrs. M. H. Hicks and children, Mary D., Ella V., and Marshall Jr., returned Saturday from a six weeks' visit in several coast cities, including Los Angeles, San Diego, Long Beach and Pasadena. Mrs. Hicks reports a very enjoyable trip. Mr. Hicks, who has been a summer wildower, is all smiles, and is about the happiest man in Phoenix. Accompanying Mrs. Hicks were Mr. and Mrs. A. D. Sawyer. Mrs. Sawyer is here for her health and at ready is much improved. Dr. W. O. Hackett is her physician. Mr. Sawyer is a prominent race man and may decide to make his home in Phoenix. We welcome Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer to our city. One of the biggest and most interesting debates ever held in Phoenix will take place next Friday night. September 29, at the C. M. E. church, corner Seventh street and Jefferson, when the subject of tithing will be discussed. The subject for debate is "Resolved, that giving one-tenth is an obligation upon all church members: The affirmative will be presented by Mrs. Amelia E. Thompson and Mrs. T. H. Richardson and the negative will be upheld by Prof. C. N. Copeiand and Rev. Major Jones. None of the participants have ever been defeated in a debate, and this promises to be something worth while. All tight-wads especially invited, as the affirmative will attempt to prove that it is more blessed to give than receive Admission free. Everybody welcome. The Rev. T. J. Sanford returned this week from the annual conference of the A. M. E. churches in the Colorado district. He was assigned to the charge in Salt Lake City, Utah, and a new pastor from one of the other conferences over which Bishop Parks presides will be sent to Phoenix. Rev. Sanford preached for his congregation in Salt Lake City last Sunday, and is favorably impressed with the people. He will remain in Phoenix several weeks on business. Mrs. E. H. Petite, a business woman of Hot Springs, Ark., stopped over in Phoenix a few days this week while en route to the coast. She is proprietor of the Reed House in Hot Springs, one of the best and most modern hostelries owned by our people in the state. While in Phoenix, she stopped at the De Luxe hotel. 438 East Jefferson street. Friends of Mrs. Edward Jones will regret to learn of her indisposition. A MILLION AUTO PARTS We have wrecked thousands of Cars and carry in stock, parts of over 250 makes and models. We guarantee to save you 35 to 90 per cent on all auto parts. Satisfaction or your money back. MAIL ORDERS FILLED PROMPTLY 223-33 N. 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Keep Off the Date All clubs and other organizations are requested to keep off the date, September 29, as the local division of the U. N. I. A., No. 401, will give a lawn party at the residence of Mr. and Mrs. R. W. Washington, 1421 East Van Buren Street. A prize cake will be given to the person holding the lucky number. Cards will be the feature of the evening, and everybody is invited. Admission only ten cents. Come one, come all. Don't forget the date—Friday evening, September 29th. Beautiful Lawn Party Sunday afternoon, September 17. Mr. and Mrs. A. R. Smith were hosts at a delightful lawn party at their home, 1302 East Jefferson street. An appetizing repast was served and enjoyed. Among those present were: Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Green and son, James, Jr.; Mrs. Della King, Mrs. Cora M. Jones, Mr. G. T. Tinsley and the Smith family. Successful Meeting Sunday, the meeting of the Epworth League at the C M. E. church was well attended, and the lesson beautifully discussed. On next Sunday the subject for discussion is: "From Darkness to Light." Isa. 9:2; Mark 2:1-5; Matt. 13:18-23. All Phoenix invited to attend these meetings. Home from East Mr. and Mrs. Geo. W. Caldwell returned this week from Chicago and Milwaukee, where they have been the past several weeks for the benefit of Mrs. Caldwell's health. Her condition is not improved and her many friends here are deeply concerned about her. It is hoped that she will improve and that a complete cure will be effected. HATS CLEANED and BLOCKED California Hat Cleaners 224 East Adams St. Phoenix Mrs. Della King, Prop. SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 1922 Tribune CLASSIFIED ADVERTISING Rate: 1½ cents per word per issue. No ads accepted for less than 25c Read for profit. Use for results. KEYS Fitted and Duplicated LETIS R. TEMPLIN 146 E. 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FOR SALE — Light Ford delivery truck; perfect condition. A bargain if you need a light truck. Apply 210 East Adams St. FOR RENT—Modern pebble-dashed house, partly furnished; five rooms. 943 East Monroe. Rent $30 per month. Call at 29-31 East Adams, Shirley & Shirley. FOR RENT—Dandy little tent house, completely furnished Just the place for man and wife or health-seeker. Will rent to responsible people for $10 per month. Apply 37 So. 13th St. FOR RENT—Three-room house with bath and other modern conveniences. Apply 1038 East Moreland St. HOUSE FURNISHINGS --- SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 1922 The Cross-Cut By Courtney Ryley Cooper Illustrations by R. B. Van Nice Copyright by Little, Brown & Co. 8YNOPSIS CHAPTER I.—At Thornton Fairchild's death his son Robert learns there has been a dark period in his father's life which for almost thirty years has caused at least one murder. The accused in a document left by the elder Fairchild, which also informs Robert he is now owner of a mining claim in Colorado, and advising him to see Henry Beamish, a lawyer. CHAPTER II.—Beamish tells Robert his claim, a silver mine, is at Oahad, thirty-eight miles from Denver. He also warns him against a certain man, "Squint" Rodaine, his father's enemy. Robert decides to go to Oahad. CHAPTER III.—On the road to Oahad from Denver Fairchild assists a girl, apparently in a frenzy of haste, to change a tire on her auto. When she has left, her husband is a posse, appear in suit of a bandit. Fairchild bewildered, misleads them as to the direction the girl had taken. CHAPTER IV.—At Oahad Fairchild is warmly greeted by "Mother" Howard, boarding-house keeper for his father's sake. CHAPTER V.—From Mother Howard, Fairchild learns something of the mystery connected with the disappearance of "Sisle" Larsen. He母子的 no-worker husband. He met the teacher and was assisted, but she denies her identity. She is Anita Richmond, Judge Richmond's daughter. CHAPTER VI.—Visiting his claim, Fairchild is shadowed by a man he recognizes from descriptions as "Squint" Rodaine, actor in "The Maze," Harry Harring, a Cornishman, summoned from England by Beamish to help Fairchild, has him with joy. CHAPTER VII.—The pair find the mine flooded and have not sufficient funds to have it pumped dry. Later in the day "Squint" Rodaine announces that he practically saw Harring falls into the flooded mine, and evidently is drowned. CHAPTER VIII.—Harkins being a general favorite, the entire population turns to him. He is the work is practically done, Harry appears, apparently surprised at the turmoil. It had been a shrewd trick on his part to get the mine pumped out without himself or Fairchild, and the men take it as a good joke. CHAPTER IX.—Fairchild learns that Judge Richmond is dying, and that he Anita are in the power of the Rodaines. They begin, as partners, to work with the girl, and the teen was killed by Thornton Fairchild and his body buried by a cave-in which destroyed the mine. At the "Old Times Ball" Fairchild dances with Anita, to the discomfiture of Maurice Rodaine, son to the depressed to be danced to the girl. A band holds up the band and shoots a merrymaker. Maurice Rodaine claims he recognized the bandit as Harkins. The latter is arrested. Fairchild interferes to save Anita from the bullying of the two Rodaines, and is mydied at Anita's apparent ingratitude. CHAPTER X.—Fairchild puts up the claim as bond, and secures Harry's release from jail. They are offered $50,000 by the police, by which they agree to disregard it. Clearing the mine, they come to where they fear to find Larsen's remains. CHAPTER XI.—A skeleton, in a miner's costume, which Harkins identifies as, is there, and there seems little doubt that Thornton Fairchild was a murderer. CHAPTER XII.-Fairchild informs the coroner of the discovery of the skeleton. At the inquest, "Crazy Laura," caston acquires, Rodaine, and an acknowledged friend against Thornton Fairchild. The jury returns a verdict that Larsen came to his death at Thornton Fairchild's hands. Anita's engagement to Maurice Rodaine is announced. CHAPTER XII.-Summoned to Denver to receive "important information" Fairchild acquires, the mine. Fairchild refuses. Returns to Denver and hears of a marvelous strike made in the Silver Queen, Rodaine's mine, which adjoins the Blue Poppy. CHAPTER XIV.-The capital of the two partners is rapidly vanishing. Anita appears to avoid Fairchild. He and Harry appear to be a soldier of silver. Leaving in the Silver Fairchild hastens to the find assayed. CHAPTER XV.-The assayer tells Fairchild the vein is abused so hardening back, he finds the mine destroyed by a cave-in, and Harry gone. CHAPTER XII.-A note from Anti- puts Fairchild on Rodaine's track. He follows his enemy to the home of "Crazy Harry," whom the woman had in the house, in an unconscious state. CHAPTER XVII.-In the absence of the Rodaines, Fairchild gets Harry from house and to a hospital. He has been drugged by the crazy woman, but makes a quick recovery. He tells of escaping a passage, Judge Richmund discovers passage, Judge Richmund discovers Anta friendless. Anta visits the part- ners in the mine, seeking Fairchild's against the Rodaines. Startled by a my- terious noise, the three take refuge in the passage which Harry had found. CHAPTER XVIII.-They find evidence of the existence of a "cross-cut" from the Queen. Rodaine has been working the Blue Poppy, who held up the henchmen, Blindley Bozeeman and Taylor Bill, are captured. Taylor Bill admits the robbery of the Blue Poppy and also the man who held up the "Old Times Dance," for which Harry is under indictment. CHAPTER XIX.—Realizing the game is up, Maurice Rodine endeavors to reach Denver and get away, but is caught in a fight with the police, exposing Squint' Rodine, cornered, jumps from a window and escapes for a time. CHAPTER XX.—Rodine makes for the house of "Cypress," destroy incriminating evidence which he knows she possesses. The woman resists him, and in the struggle the house is burned, and Rodine grays the house. The books in which her grays has led her to set down her crimes, committed at the instigation of her husband is captured. Among others, the murderer Sissie Carren and the attempted thorrorist Thornton Farrow's name is cleared. The mystery of Anita's escape on the Denver road turns out to have been in her child, rich in his silver vein and Anita's love, feels there is little more on earth. (Continued from last issue) than his hair. Falchild was a large man; suddenly he felt himself puny and inconsequential as the mastodon thing before him swooped forward, spread wide the big arms and then caught him tight in them, causing the breath to puff over his lips like the exhaust of a bellows. A release, then Falchild felt himself lifted and set down again. He pulled hard at his breath. "What's the matter with you?" he exclaimed testily. "You've made a mistake!" "I'm blimed if I 'avel'! bellowed a tornado-like voice. 'Blime! You look just like 'im!' "But you're mistaken, old man!" "Blimed if I am!" came again. "You're your dad's own boy! You look just like 'im! Don't you know me?" "You're your dad's own boy! You look just like 'im! Don't you know me?" He stepped back then and stood grinning, his long, heavily muscled arns hanging low at his sides, his mustache trying vainly to stick out in more directions than ever. Fairchild rubbed a hand across his eyes. "You've got me!" came at last. "I—" 'You don't know me? 'Onest now. VAN NIEUW "I'm 'Arry From Cornwall!" don't you? I'm 'Arry! Don't you know now? 'Arry from Cornwall!" It came to Fairchild then—the sentence in his father's letter regarding someone who would hurry to his alf when he needed him, the references of Beanpish, and the allusion of Mother Howard to a faithful friend. Again the heavy voice boomed: "You know me now, eh?" "You bet! You're Harry Harkins!" "Arkins it is! I came just as soon as I got the cablegram!" "The cablegram?" "Yeh." Harry pawed at his wonderful mustache. "From Mr. Beamish, you know. 'E sent it. Said you'd started out 'ere all alone. And I couldn't stand by and let you do that. So 'ere I am!" "But the expense, the long trip across the ocean, the—" "'Ere I am!' said Harry again. 'Ain't that enough?' They had reached the veranda now, to stand talking for a moment, then to go within, where Mother Howard awaited, eyes glowing, in the parlor. Harry flung out both arms. "And I still love you!" he boomed, as he caught the gray-haired, laughing woman in his arms. "Even if you did run me off and wouldn't go back to Cornwall!" Red-faced, she pushed him away and slapped his cheek playfully; it was like the tap of a light breeze against granite. Then Harry turned. "Ave you looked at the mine?" The question brought back to Fairchild the happenings of the morning and the memory of the man who had trailed him. He told his story, while Mother Howard listened, her arms crossed, her head bobbing, and while Harry, his big grin still on his lips, took in the details with avidity. Then the grin faded. "Le's go up there," he said quietly. This time the trip to Kentucky gulch was made by skirting the town; soon they were on the rough, narrow roadway leading into the mountains. A long time they walked, at last to stop in the shelter of the rocks where Fairchild had shadowed his pursuer, and to glance carefully ahead. No one was in sight. Harry jabbed out a big finger. "That's it," he announced, "straight ahead." They went on, Fairchild with a gripping at his throat that would not down. This had been the hope of his father—and here his father had met—what? He swerved quickly and stopped, facing the bigger man. "Harry," came sharply, "I know that I may be violating an unspoken promise to my father. But I simply can't stand it any longer. What happened here? There was some sort of tragedy." Harry chuckled—in concealment, Fairchild thought, of something he did not want to tell him. "I should think so! The timbers gave way and the mine caved in!" "Not that! My father ran away from this town. You and Mother Howard helped him. You didn't come back. Neither did my father. Eventually it killed him." "So?" Harry looked seriously and studiously at the young man. "'E didn't write me ofen." "He didn't need to write you. You were here with him—when it happened." THE PHOENIX TRIBUNE-ALWAYS IMPROVING "No—" Harry shook his head. "I was in town. What's Mother Howard told you?" "A lot—and nothing." "I don't know any more than she does." "But—" "Friends didn't ask questions in those days." came quietly. "I might ave guessed if I'd wanted to—but I didn't want to." "But if you had?" Harry looked at him with quiet, blue eyes. "What would you guess?" Slowly Robert Fairchild's gaze went to the ground. There was only one possible conjecture: Sissie Larsen had been impersonated by a woman. Sissie Larsen had never been seen again in Ohadi. "I—I would hate to put it into words," came finally. Harry slapped him on the shoulder. "Then don't. It was nearly thirty years ago. Let sleeping dogs lie. Take a look around before we go into the tunnel." They reconnoitered, first on one side then on the other. No one was in sight. Harry bent to the ground, and finding a pitchy pine knot, lighted it. They started cautiously within, blinking against the darkness. The outlines of a rusty "holst," with its cable leading down into a slanting hole in the rock, showed dimly before them—a massive, chunky, deserted thing in the shadows. The timbers were rotting; one after another, they had cracked and caved beneath the weight of the earth above, giving the tunnel an earl aspect, uninviting, dangerous. Harry peered ahead. "It can't as bad as it looks," came after a moment's survey. "It's only right 'ere at the beginning that it's caved. But that doesn't do us much good." "Why not?" Falchild was staring with him, on toward the darkness of the farther recesses. "If it isn't caved in farther back, we ought to be able to repair this spot." But Harry shook his head. "We didn't go into the vein 'ere," he explained. "We figured we 'ad to 'ave a shaft anyway, sooner or later. You can't do under'and stoping in a mine—go down on a vein, you know. You've always got to go up—you can't get the metal out if you don't. That's why we dug this shaft—and now look at it!" He drew the flickering torch to the edge of the shaft and held it there, staring downward, Fairchild beside him. Twenty feet below there came the glistening, reflection of the flaring flame. Water! Fairchild glanced toward his partner. "I don't know anything about it," he said at last. "But I should think that would mean trouble." "Plenty!" agreed Harry lugubriously. "That shaft's two 'unnerd feet deep and there's a drift running off it for a couple o' 'unnerd feet more before it 'its the vein. Four 'unnerd feet of water. 'Ow much money 'ave you got?" "About twenty-five hundred dollars." Harry reached for his waving mustache, his haven in time of storm. Thoughtfully he pulled at it, staring meanwhile downward. Then he grunted. "And I ain't got more'n five 'unnerd. It ain't enough. Let's go back to town. I don't like to stand around this place and just look at water in a 'ole." They turned for the mouth of the tunnel, sliding along in the greasy muck, the torch extinguished now. A moment of watchfulness from the cover of the darkness, then Harry pointed. On the opposite hill, the figure of a man had been outlined for just a second. Then he had faded. And with the disappearance of the watcher, Harry nudged his partner in the ribs and went forth into the brighter light. An hour more and they were back in town. Harry reached for his mustache again. "Go on down to Mother 'Oward's" he commanded. "I've got to wander around and say 'owdy to what's left of the fellows that was 'ere when I was. It's been twenty years since I've been away, you know," he added, "and the shaft can wait." Falchild obeyed the instructions, looking back over his shoulder as he walked along toward the boarding house, to see the big figure of his companion loitering up the street, on the beginning of his home-coming tour. The blocks passed. Fairchild turned through the gate of Mother Howard's boarding house and went to his room to await the call for dinner. The world did not look exceptionally good to him; his brilliant dreams had not counted upon the decay of more than a quarter of a century, the slow, but sure dripping of water which had seeped through the hills and made the mine one vast well, instead of the free open gateway to riches which he had planned upon. An hour of thought and Fairchild ceased trying to look into the future, obeying, instead, the insistent clanging of the dinner bell from downstairs. Slowly he opened the door of his room, trudged down the statrcase—then stopped in bewlderment. Harry stood before him, in all the splendor that a miner can know. He had bought a new suit, brilliant blue, almost electric in its flashiness, nor had he been careful as to style. The cut of the trousers was somewhat along the lines of fifteen years before, with their peg tops and heavy cuffs. Beneath the vest, a glowing, watermelon-pink shirt glared forth from the protection of a purple tie. A wonderful creation was on his head, dented in four places, each separated with almost mathematical precision. Below the cuffs of the trousers were bright, tan, bump-toed shoes. Harry was a complete picture of sartorial elegance, according to his own dreams. What was more, to complete it all, upon the third finger of his right hand was a diamond, bulbous and yellow and throwing off a dull radiance like the glow of a burnt-out arc light; full of flaws, it is true, off color to a great degree, but a diamond nevertheless. And Harry evidently realized it. "Ain't I the cuckoo?" he boomed, as Fairchild stared at him. "Ain't I? I ad to 'ave a outfit, and—" "It might as well be now!" he paraphrased, to the tune of the age-whitened sexette from "Floradora." "And look at the sparkler! Look at it!" "But—but how did you do it?" came gaspingly. "I thought—" "Installments!" the Cornishman burst out. "Ten per cent down and the rest when they catch me. Installments!" He-Jabbed forth a heavy finger and punched Fairchild in the ribs. "Where's Mother 'Oward? Won't I knock 'er eyes out?" Fairchild laughed—he couldn't help it—in spite of the fact that five hum VAN NICE "Ain't I the Cuckoo" ired dollars might have gone a long way toward unwatering that shaft. Harry was Harry—he had done enough in crossing the seas to help him. And already, in the eyes of Fairchild, Harry was swiftly approaching that place where he could do no wrong. "You're wonderful, Harry," came at last. The Cornishman puffed with pride. "Tm a cuckoo!" he admitted. "Where's Mother 'Oward? Where's 'Oward. Won't I knock 'er eyes out, now?" And he boomed forward toward the dining room, to find there men he had known in other days, to shake hands with them and to bang them on the back, to sight Blindye Bezeman and Taylor Bill sitting hunched over their meal in the corner and to go effusively toward them. "Arry" was playing no favorites in his "one-coming." Jovially he leaned over the table of Bozeman and Bill, after he had displayed himself before Mother Howard and received her sanction of his selections in dress. Happily he boomed forth the information that Fairchild and he were back to work the Blue Poppy mine and that they already had made a trip of inspection. Fairchild finished his meal and waited. But Harry talked on. Bozeman and Bill left the dining room again to make a report to the narrow-faced Squint Rodaine. Harry did not even notice them. And as long as a man stayed to answer his queries, just so long did Harry remain, at last to rise, brush a few crumbs from his lightning-like suit, press his new hat gently upon his head with both hands and start forth once more on his rounds of saying hello. And there was nothing for Fairchild to do but to wait as patiently as possible for his return. The afternoon grew old. Harry did not come back. The sun set and dinner was served. But Harry was not there to eat it. Dusk came, and then, nervous over the continued absence of his eccentric partner, Fairchild started uptown. The usual groups were in front of the stores, and before the largest of them Fairchild stopped "Do any of you happen to know a fellow named Harry Harkins?" he asked somewhat anxiously. The answer was in the affirmative. A miner stretched out a foot and surveyed it studiously. "Ain't seen him since about five o'clock," he said at last. "He was just starting up to the mine then." "To the mine? That late? Are you sure?" "Well—I dunno. May have been going to Center City. Can't say. All I know is he said somethin' about goin' to th' mine earlier in th' afternoon, not long about five I seen him starting up Kentucky gulch." "Who's that?" The interruption had come in a sharp, yet gruff voice. Pairchild turned to see before him a man he recognized, a tall, thin, wiry figure, with narrowed, slanting eyes, and a scar that went straight up his forehead. He evidently had just rounded the corner in time to hear the conversation. "I was merely asking about my partner in the Blue Poppy mine." "The Blue Poppy?" the squint eyes narrowed more than ever. "You're Pairchild, ain't you? Well, I guess you're going to have to get along without a partner from now on." "Get along without—?" A crooked smile came to the other's lips. "That is, unless you want to work with a dead man. Harry Harkins got drowned, about an hour ago, in the Blue Poppy shaft!" CHAPTER VIII The news caused Fairchild to recoll and stand gasping. And before he could speak, a new voice had cut in, one full of excitement, tremulous, anxious. "Drowned? Where's his body?" "Drowned? Where's his body?" "How do I know?" Squint Rodaine turned upon his questioner, "Guess it's at the foot of the shaft. All I saw was his hat. What're you so interested for?" The questioner, small, gadget-eyed and given to rubbing his hands, stared a moment speechlessly. "He—he bought a diamond from me this morning—on the installment plan!" Rodaine smiled again in his crooked fashion. "That's your own fault, Sam," he announced curtly. "If he's at the bottom of the shaft, your diamond's there too. All I know about it is that I was coming down from the Silver Queen when I saw this fellow go into the tunnel of the Blue Poppy. He was all dressed up, else I don't guess I would have paid much attention to him. But as it was, I kind of stopped to look, and seen it was Harry Harkins, who used to work the mine with this"—he pointed to Fairchild—"this fellow's father. About a minute later. I heard a yell, like somebody was in trouble, then a big splash. Naturally I ran in the tunnel and struck a match. About twenty feet down, I could see the water was all rilled up, and a new hat was floating around on top of it. That's all I know. You can do as you please about your diamond. I'm just giving you the information." He turned sharply and went on then, while Sam the Jeweler, the rest of the loiterers clustered around him, looked appealingly toward Fairchild. "What'll we do?" he waited. Fairechild turned. "I don't know about you—but I'm going to the m'ene." "It won't do any good—bodies don't float. It may never float—if it gets caught down in the timbers some-wheres." "Have to organize a bucket brigade." It was a suggestion from one of the crowd. "Why not borry the Argonaut pump? They ain't using it." "Go get it! Go get it!" This time it was the wall of the little jeweler. "Tell 'em Sam Herbenfelder sent you. They'll let you have it." Another suggestion, still another. Soon men began to radiate, each on a mission. The word passed down the street. More loiterers—a silver miner spends a great part of his leisure time in simply watching the crowd go by—hurried to join the excited throng. Groups, en route to the picture show, decided otherwise and stopped to learn of the excitement. The crowd thickened. Suddenly Fairchild looked up sharply at the sound of a feminine voice. "What's the matter?" "Harry Harkins got drowned." All too willingly the news was dispersed. Fairchild's eyes were searching now in the half-light from the faint street bulbs. Then they centered. It was Anita Richmond, standing at the edge of the crowd, questioning a miner, while beside her was a thin, youthful counterpart of a hard-faced father, Maurice Rodalne. Just a moment of queries, then the miner's hand pointed to Fairchild as he turned toward her. "It's his partner." She moved forward then and Fairchild went to meet her. "I'm sorry," she said, and extended her hand. Fairchild gripped it eagerly. "Thank you. But it may not be as bad as the rumors." "I hope not." Then quickly she withdrew her hand, and somewhat flustered, turned as her companion edged closer. "Maurice, this is Mr. Fairchild," she announced, and Fairchild could do nothing but stare. She knew his name! A second more and it was explained: "My father knew his father very well." "I think my own father was acquainted too," was the reloinder, and the eyes of the two men met for an instant in conflict. The girl did not seem to notice. "I sold him a ticket this morning to the dance, not knowing who he was. Then father happened to see him pass the house and pointed him out to me as the son of a former friend of his. Funny how those things happen, isn't it?" "Decidedly funny!" was the caustic rejoinder of the younger Rodaine. Fairchild laughed, to cover the air of intensity. He knew instinctively that Anita Richmond was not talking to him simply because she had sold him a ticket to a dance and because her father might have pointed him out. He felt sure that there was something else behind it—the feeling of a debt which she owed him, a feeling of companionship engendered upon a sunlit road, during the moments of stress, and the continuance of that meeting in those few moments in the drug store, when he had handed her back her ten-dollar bill. She had called herself a cad then, and the feeling that she perhaps had been abrupt toward a man who had helped her out of a disagreeable predicament was prompting her action now; Fairchild felt sure of that. And he was glad of the fact, very glad. Again he laughed, while Rodaine eyed him narrowly. Fairchild shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not going to believe this story until it's proven to me," came calmly. "Who brought the news?" Fairchild deliberately chose his words: "A tall, thin, ugly old man, with mean squint eyes and a scar straight up his forehead." A flush appeared on the other man's face. Fairchild saw his hands contract, then loosen. "You're trying to insult my father!" "Your father?" Fairchild looked at him blankly. "Wouldn't that be a rather difficult job—especially when I don't know him?" "You described him." "And you recognized the description." "Maurice! Stop it!" The girl was tugging at Rodaine's sleeve. "Don't say anything more. I'm sorry—" and she looked at Fairchild with a glance he could not interpret—"that anything like this could have come up." "I am equally so—if it has caused you embarrassment." "You'll get a little embarrassment out of it yourself—before you get VAN HELS "You're Trying to Insult My Father!" through!" Rodaine was scowling at him. Again Anita Richmond caught his arm. "Maurice!" Stop it! How could the thing have been premeditated when he didn't even know your father? Come let's go on. The crowd's getting thicker." The narrow-faced man obeyed her command, and together they turned out into the street to avoid the constantly growing throng, and to veer toward the picture show. Carbide lights had begun to appear along the street, as miners, summoned by hurrying gossip mongers, came forward to assist in the search for the missing man. High above the general conglomeration of voice could be heard the cries of the instigator of activities, Sam Herbenfelder, bemoaning the loss of his diamond, ninety percent of the cost of which remained to be paid. Hastily he shot through the crowd, organizing the bucket brigade and searching for news of the Argonaut pump, which had not yet arrived. Half-disgusted, Falrcchild turned and started up the hill, a few miners, their carbide lamps swinging beside them, following him. Fairchild turned at the entrance of the mine and waited for the first of the miners and the accompanying gleam of his carbide. Then they went within and to the shaft, the light shining downward upon the oily, black water below. Two objects coated there, a broken piece of timber, torn from the side of the shaft, where someone evidently had grasped hastily at it in an effort to stop a fall, and a new, four-dented hat, gradually becoming water-soaked and slinking slowly beneath the surface. And then, for the first time, fear clutched at Fairchild's heart—fear which hope could not ignore. "There's his hat." It was a miner staring downward. Fairchild had seen it, but he strove to put aside the thought. "True," he answered, "but anyone could lose a hat, simply by looking over the edge of the shaft. Harry's a strong man. Certainly he would know how to swim. And in any event he should have been able to have keppi afloat for at least a few minutes. Rodaine says that he heard a shout and ran right in here; but all that he could see was ruffled water and a floating hat. I—" Then he paused suddenly. It had come to him that Rodaine might have helped in the demise of Harry! Shouts sounded from outside, and the roaring of a motor truck as it made its slow, tortuous wug up the boulder-strewn road with its gullies and innumerable ruts. Voices came, rumbling and varied. Lights. Gaining the mouth of the tunnel, Fairchild could see a mass of shadows outlined by the carbides, all following the leadership of a small, excited man, Sam Herbenfelder, still seeking his diamond. The big pump from the Argonaut tunnel was aboard the truck, which was followed by two other auto vehicles, each loaded with gasoline engines and smaller pumps. A hundred men were in the crowd, all equipped with ropes and buckets. Sam Herbenfelder's pleas had been heard. The search was about to begin for the body of Harry and the diamond that circled one finger. And Fairchild has been to do his part. Until far into the night they worked and strained to put the big pump into position; while crews of men, four and five in a group, balled water as fast as possible, that the aggregate might be lessened to the greatest possible extent before the pumps, with their hoses, were attached. Then the gasoline engines began to snort, great lengths of tubing were let down into the shaft, and spurting water started down the mountain side as the fask of unwatering the shaft began. PAGE THREE But it was a slow job. Morning found the distance to the water lengthened by twenty to thirty feet, and the bucket brigades nearly at the end of their ropes. Men trudged down the hills to breakfast, sending others in their places. Fairchild stayed on to meet Mother Howard and assuage her nervousness as best he could, dividing his time between her and the task before him. Noon found more water than ever tumbling down the hills—the smaller pumps were working now in unison with the larger one. Afternoon—and most of Ohadi was there. Fairchild could distinguish the form of Anita Richmond in the hundreds of women and men clustered about the opening of the tunnel, and for once she was not in the company of Maurice Rodaine. He hurried to her and she smiled at his approach. "Have they found anything yet?" "Nothing—so far. Except that there is plenty of water in the shaft. I'm trying not to believe it." "I hope it isn't true." Her voice was low and serious. "Father was talking to me—about you. And we hoped you two would succeed—this time." Evidently her father had told her more than she cared to relate. Fairchild caught the inflection in her voice but disregarded it. "I owe you an apology," he said bluntly. "For what?" "Last night. I couldn't resist it—I forgot for a moment that you were there. But I—I hope that you'll be believe me to be a gentleman, in spite of it." She smiled up at him quickly. "I already have had proof of that. I—I am only hoping that you will believe me—well, that you'll forget something." "You mean—" "Yes," she countered quickly, as though to cut off his explanation. "It seemed like a great deal. Yet it was nothing at all. I would feel much happier if I were sure you had disregarded it." Fairchild looked at her for a long time, studying her with his serious blue eyes, wondering about many things, wishing that he knew more of women and their ways. At last he said the thing that he felt, the straight-forward outburst of a straightforward man: "You're not going to be offended if I tell you something?" "The sheriff came along just after you had made the turn. He was looking for an auto bandit." "A what?" She stared at him with wide-open, almost laughing eyes. "But you don't believe—" "He was looking for a man," said Fairchild quietly. "I—I told him that I hadn't seen anything but—a boy. I was willing to do that then—because I couldn't believe that a girl like you would—" Then he stumbled and halted. A moment he sought speech while she smiled up at him. Then out it came: "I—I don't care what it was. I—I like you. Honest, I do. I liked you so much when I was changing that tire that I didn't even notice it when you put the money in my hand. I—well, you're not the kind of a girl who would do anything really wrong. It might be a prank or something like that—but it wouldn't be wrong. So—so there's an end to it." Again she laughed softly, in a way tantalizing to Robert Fairchild, as though she were making game of him. "What do you know about women?" she asked finally, and Fairchild told the truth. "Nothing." "Then—" the laugh grew heartier, finally, however, to die away. The girl put forth her hand. "But I won't say what I was going to. It wouldn't sound right. I hope that I—I live up to your estimation of me. At least—I'm thankful to you for being the man you are. And I won't forget!" And once more her hand had rested in his—a small, warm, caressing thing in spite of the purely casual grasp of an impersonal action. Again Robert Fairchild felt a thrill that was new to him, and he stood watching her until she had reached the motor car which had brought her to the big curve, and had faded down the hill. Then he went back to assist the sweating workmen and the anxious-faced Sam Herbenfelder. The water was down seventy feet. That night Robert Fairchild sought a few hours' sleep. Two days after the town still divided its attention between preparations for the Old Times dance and the progress in the dewatering of the Blue Poppy shaft. Now and then the long hose was withdrawn, and dynamite lowered on floats to the surface of the water, far below, a copper wire trailing it. A push of the plunger, a detonation, and a wait of long moments; it accomplished nothing, and the pumping went on. If the earthly remains of Harry Harkins were below, they steadfastly refused to come to the surface. The water had fallen to the level of the drift, two hundred feet down; the pumps now were working on the main flood which still lay below. A day more and a day after that. The water was now only a few feet high in the shaft; it meant that the whole great opening, together with the drift tunnel, soon would be dewatered to an extent sufficient to permit of exploration. Again the motor cars ground up the narrow roadway. Outside the tunnel the crowds gathered. Fairchild saw Anita Richmond and gritted his teeth at the fact that young Rodaine accompanied her. Farther in the background, narrow eyes watching closely, was Squint Rodaine. And still farther— Fairchild gasped as he noticed the figure plodding down the mountain side. He put out a hand, then, selzing the nervous Herbenfelder by the shoulder, whirled him around. 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NEW YORK, Sept. 22—I was knocked out twice during my career. Sam Langford turned both tricks. What punches he used, or how he did it, I don't know to this day, except from hearsay. On each occasion I was leading on points. The first time it happened was in 1914. Sam and I were scheduled to go twenty rounds. When the fourteenth began I was going easy, and Sam was in a bad way. I backed him around the ring, trying to land one that would put him to sleep. Sam lunged forward suddenly, his right hand shot out like a lightning flash and so ended that fight. Two years later we were doing another twenty-rounder. In the eighteenth I had Sam in a lot of trouble. But he weathered that round. With the banging of the nineteenth gong I sailed in, figuring if I could crowd Sam into a corner. I could stop him. That was about all I did—sail. For Sam caught me going in—and I went down and out. I don't know how long I was out, but there's no mistaking the fact that I was completely out. 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Britton, pastor. Residence, 1443 East Jefferson. Sunday school at 10 a. m. Preaching at 11 a. m. and 7:30 p. m. Services also are held on Tuesday and Friday nights of each week, beginning at 7:30 o'clock. DEFINITION OF AGE Growing old is merely a process of becoming too sophisticated to enjoy anything.—From the Baltimore Sun. A woman is less credulous than a man in matters of money. She is more suspicious. She would sooner have a bird in the hand than two in the bush. COMPLETE HOUSE FURNISHERS You can buy the complete furnishings of a home, be it large or small, within the four walls and five floors of this store. Thirty-five years continuously n business in Phoenix is your assurance of our responsibility. DORRIS-HEYMAN FURNITURE CO. First Street and Adams SHELTON THE JEWELER 106 North First Ave. Best Equipped workshop in Arizona WRIST WATCHES DIAMONDS LAVELLIRES, Etc. "IF YOU BUY IT OF SHELDON YOU KNOW IT'S RIGHT" GOOD PLUMBING THEY SAY - KEeps THE DOCTOR AWAY! 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