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PAGE FOUR jglfhe Concord Daily Tribune, I ” J. B. SHERHILL ' I I Editor and Publisher K W. M. SHERRILL, Associate Editor I MEMBER OF THE ' I E ; ASSOCIATED PRESB , I InJt*!® Associated Press is exclusively 1 Bgsn titled to the use for of ■PitU news credited to it or not otherwise in this paper anu also the lo- Hptd news published herein. 1 rights of republieation of spec ■gfel dispatches herein are also reserved. 1 ’ Special' Represep'ative LANDIS & KOHN I Bgirppf Fifth Avenue, New York I Peoples’ Gas Building, Chicago I p 4694 Candler Building, Atlanta I E Entered as second class mail matter Rv *t the postoffice at Cdncord, N. C„ un f der the Act of March 3, 1879. I SUBSCRIPTION RATES KUn the City of Concord by Carrier : Wait Year SO.OO Six Months 3.00 Hjtree Months 1.50 One Month .50 S;«vUtside of the State the Subscription m Is the Same as in the City g’ Out of the city and by mail in North BSterelina the following prices will pre fUme Year $5.00 , Six Months 2.50 BKKe Months 1.25 Less Than Three Months, 50 Cents a Month k? AH Subscriptions Must Be Paid ip Advance IT RAILROAD SCHEDULE ~ K ‘ In Effect June 28. 1925 Northbound r. No. 40 To New York 9 :28 P. M No. 136 To Washington 5:05 A. M. . . No. 36 To New York 10 :25 A. M. S No. 34 To New York 4 :43 P. M. No. 46 To Danville 3:15 P. M. No. 12 To Richmond 7:10 P. M. No. 32 To New York 9:03 P. M. , 1 No. 30 To New York 1 :55 A. M. Southbound No. 45 To Charlotte 3:55 P M 1 No. 35 To New Orleans 9:56 P. M. 1 No. 29 To Birmingham 2 :3o A. M. No. 31 To Augusta 5:51 A. \1 i No. 33 To New Orleans 8:25 A M No. 11 To Charlotte 8:05 A. M , No. 135. To Atlanta 8:35 P. M. No.- 37 To New Orleans 10 :45 A. M. | No 39- To New Orleans 9 :55 A. M. 1 1 I Train No. 34 will stop in Concord 1 to take on passengers going to Wash ( t i faigton and beyond. i f Train No. 37 will stop here to dis charge passengers coming from be- . yond Washington. f >R TODAY—j morized, will prove a ii ige in after yearn | A SURE SUPPORT : —The ternal i; God is thy refuge, ami underneath are the everlasting arms. Deuter : onomy 33:27. - SCHOOL PROGRESS. In connection with the observance of American Education Week, proclama tion of President Coolidge setting > I aside tile week of November ltitli for this purpose, the Bureau of Statis tics in Washington has issued some figures showing the amazing rate of E: increase in public school work in file United States within recent years. In a population of 98.781.324 in the school year 1913-14, there were 26.- 002.153 children from five to 17 years of age, of which number 18,153,786 : were enrolled in the schools: of this 1 number 1.218,804 attended high : schools. Tile average daily attend ance was 14,215.450, and the total number of days attended by till pu pils was 2,255.567.142. The number of teachers employed was 580,058. and the value of all school property was $1,444,666,850. if • Ten years later, in 1023-1924. out of a population estimated at 112.- 078,611, there were 20.345,931 chil i dren of school age. and the number of pupils enrolled had increased to 24,- 317.075, of whom 3.401,801 were in the high schools. The average daily attendance had grown to 19,158,022, and the total number of school days ' attended 3,224.538.877. while the I number of teachers had increased to 740,163. and the value of school prop- I erty $3,741,906,402, or more than dou f Mr that of ten years ago. The icv <• euue received for the building and maintenance of public . schools ten | years ago was $555,077,146. whereas | it 1923-1924 it was $1,808,321,420. Salaries of teachers advanced from an I. average to $595 to $1.24.",. |i,(. These figures speak for themselves : P as to the manner in which the citi k JMiia of the United States are edu eating their children. Money invested i’ in the education of children is money wisely spent, better spent than for fc- nnj other government agency so long I as we can properly educate our chil li Aren, and so long as we are willing to L spend huge sums for them we are safe ■as a uation. f!HOW THE SENATORS ARE PRO TESTING. PfMuu.v newspapers in the South have ;{ keen opposed for some time to the (government metliod of issuing crop forecast figures. Other agencies have I'Hised- a voice of protest in recent | Weeks, and only the other day several j,ftijoutherii Senators came out in oppo sition to tlie, practice. The Senators ! trained their, greatest protest over the 8 )hist forecast which estimates a crop I: of more than 15,060,000 bales. That [ estimate immediately sent the price of If jrottou down about six dollars a bale. ■#. Senator Caraway, of Arkansas, pppys he is going to introduce a bill j !' anlie approaching. ( ougress by which tw4|titiMioa ran lie iviuvdii'd and S< n- M?A*nr 'Harris, of Georgia, is iipHitly ve hement in Ills'protests, both declaring I (but the agricultural (tcpurtuicut seems | t«i be of a mind, to depress (be price Hpeottoa by issuing these forecasts «f estimates away beyond what the gLyeitl prospect of inuductiou v oulil jm i tify. * J The South may produce 15,000,000 bales of cotton but private estimates I are not that high and no one but'the government agent,s predict a crop of that sixe. I We have maintained all along that the forecasts aid none but the gambler, and we fee no reason for their publi cation. Cotton exchanges throughout the nation favor the plan, as would be expected. They make their living out of gambles and the price of cotton is nothing more than a gamble when forecasts are made every two weeks by the government. Wash’ngton correspondents to North Carolina papers insist that A. M. Scales is going to be Max Gard ner's opponent in the next Democratic gubernatorial race. It seems hard to reach the source of these rumors but they persist, although Mr. Scales and his friends have had nothing to say. The most important part of the Wash ington stories is the intimation that former Governor Morrison is the real leader behind the movement against Mr. Gardner. Mr. Morrison, it is charged, is still sore because the Shel by mai? ran against him in 1920. The former Governor may be the man be hind the movement if there is one, but some time ago lie said lie was through with polities ami until he comes out with some definite move or some state ment we are content to believe he is not opposing Mr. Gardner. ENCOURAGING NEWS Lexington Dispatch. News in regard to t’he extension of the Piedmont & Northern is most en couraging. For a few days after the death of James B. Duke, father of the idea of a system of iuterurban electric railroads through this sec- j tion. there was an apparent feeling of depression in regard to prospects for this road. This was dispelled by developments during the past week. The state ment of Ex-Governor Morrison that the death of Mr. Duke would not se riously affect plains for the exten • ion was reassuring. But more re assuring than that is the action of the Piedmont & Northern officials in practically delivering an ultimatum to Concord to the effect that the I mad would be built straight from ■ Charlotte to Kannapolis unless the, company could be guaranteed against excessive cost of right-of-way into Concord. The fact that the busi ness men of Concord* have responded with such unanimity and vigor to this challenge gives further assurance that the road will be built. , The Concord situation has in it a j warning to Davidson county. As the survey now goes. Davidson county will get the longest mileage of the road of any county between Winston- Salem ami Charlotte. in fact nearly a third of the route as now proposed is through Davidson county. it is easily seen therefore how important. . at is that the citizens of this county resolve here ami now that they will treat this road with utmost fairness and consideration. The patriotic citizen has his test, of course, when lie is confronted with the problem of what lie will do in a given situation. When theory i» | “uded and actuality' begins then in deed is a man given the test of what lie if* willing to do for the good of lvis community." Here is something that landowners can do that will help the county without in fact injuring themselves. In fact, the instance! would be rare indeed where the pas sage of this railway line through a farm would not actually increase the value of the farm and certainly add to its potential value. Every farm along the line of this road w ill in-1 crease in value during the next ten years much more parid'.y than farms f simi'ar natural advantages located, several miles away from the road. Here is another matter to be con sidered by property owners, whether owners of farms or of town Sots: If this railroad is built it will bring. several million dollars worth of new property into the country. It will j mean the immediate location of" new [ industries, perhaps worth millions of i dollars. These things mean that j within a few years the taxable w ealth j of this county would so increase that | the tax rate could be greatly lowered I and yet the net revenue received by j the county for roads, schools and oth- j er necessary purposes w ould be in-j creased. This paper has no selfish interest I in the building ofthe Piedmont & Northern other than that it might ex-1 peel to benefit proportionately through the growth of the county in wealth! ami population a sort of indirect! benefit as it were. It has no pow-1 erful friends in railroadcircles whose* interest it would serve. It would ask no more for the Piedmont A Northern than it would for anything else that would benefit jhe county. It would have citizens apply to this leorporatiom only the priugirjew of file Golden Rule. If that is done we believe there is every reason to think the road will be assured. Making Their Own Tags. Camden, 8 C., Chronicle. A new and ingenious method of avoiding paying the 1025 automobile state tax was discovered recently by Motorcycle Officer Fulmer and Of ficer Lindsay, of the state highway. A ear belonging to E. <’. Moseley, who resides near Aiken, was found to contain a seeming new license tag, but upon close inspection ii was found that the jmimber “4" bad been beaten out Hut on the license tag ami a uew impression made with a east .iron die in the shape of a number ‘‘s’' and the green color of lust year painted over with a yellow of 1925: I The officers believe they have found the first of u number of automobiles rthat are bearing false home-made tags; ' Formerly criminals in Iceland were put'in the lunatic asylum. The lecitiuders could upt understand any one bring, so foolish as to cotupaile a crime, and being an exceedingly kind-hearted folk thought all crim uuL ufust be msant. '? i ' L --t " ' J _ 11 Published fay Am tiff ■ Ptcf m. lac, and Frank CHAPTER sxn. (Gontinued) Once again he climbed the grade, >nce again he skidded downward, >nce again he went sprawling. Nor were his subsequent attempts more successful: After a final ignomini ous failure he sat where he had fetched up and ruefully took stock of the damage he had done himself. Seriously lie announced: “I was mistaken. Women are en titled to vote they’re entitled to anything. I’ve learned something else, too—Mr. Newton’s interesting little theory is all wrong; falling bodies travel sixteen miles, not six teen feet, the first second.” The girl demanded her skees, and, without rising, Pierce surrendered them; then lie looked on admiringly while she attached them to her feet and went zigzagging up the hill to a point much higher than the one from which he had dared to venture. She made a very pretty picture, he acknowledged, for she was vivid with youth and color. She was lithe and strong and confident, too; she was vibrant with the healthy vigor of the out-of-doors. She descended with a terrific rush, and this time she took the air with grace and certainty. She cleared a very respectable distance and rico I cheted safely down the landing slope. Pierce applauded her with enthu siasm. "Beautiful! My sincere con gratulations, O Bounding Fawn!" “That's the best I’ve done,” she crowed. You put me on my mettle. Now you try it again.” Pierce did try again; he tried manfully, but with a humiliating lack of success. He was puffing and blowing, his face was wet with per spiration, he had lost all count of time, when his companion finally announced it was time for her to be going. “You're not very fit, are you?” said she. Pierce colored uncomfortably. “Not very,” he confessed. He was relieved when she did not ask the reason for his lack of fitness. Just why he experienced such relief he hardly knew, but suddenly lie felt no great pride in himself nor in the life that had brought him to such a state of flabbiness. Nor did he care to have this girl know who or what he was. Plainly she was one of those “nice people” at whom Laure and the other denizens of the Rialto were wont to sneer with open con tempt; probably that was why he had never chanced to meet her. He felt cheated because they had not met, for she was the sort of girl he had know at home, the sort who believed in things and in whom he believed. Despite all his recently acquired wisdom, in this short hour she had made him over into a boy again, and somehow or other the experience was agreeable. Never had he seen-a girl so cool, so can did, so refreshingly unconscious and unaffected as this one. She was as limpid as a pool of glacier water; her placidity, he imagined, had never been stirred, and in that fact lay much of her fascination. With her skees slung over her shoulder, the girl strode along be side Phillips, talking freely on vari ous topics, but with no disposition to chatter. Her mind was alert, in quisitive, and yet she had r that thoughtful gravity of youth, wis dom coming to life. That Pierce had made a good impression upon her she implied at parting by voic ing a sincere hope that they would meet again very soon. “Perhaps I’ll see you at the next | dance,” she suggested. | "Dance!" The word struck Pierce unpleasantly. "Saturday night, at the Barracks.” “I’d love to come,” he declared, j "Do. They’re loads of fun. All ; the nice people go.” j With a nod and a smile she was j gone, leaving him to realize that he | did not even know her name. Well, i that was of no momept; Dawson j was a small place, and—Saturday was not far off. He had heard about those official parties at the I Barracks and 4ie made up his mind I to secure an invitation sufficiently formal to permit him to attend the | very next one. ! His opportunity came that night when one of the younger Mounted Police officers paused to exchange greetings with* him. Lieutenant Rock *as a familiar figure on the streets of Dawson and on the trails pear by, a tall, upstanding Canadian with a record for unfailing good humor and relentless efficiency. He nodded at Pierce’s casual reference to the coming dance at Headquar * ters. ) “Great sport,” said he. “It’s about the only chance we fellows have to play.” When no invitation to share in the treat was forthcoming Pierce told of meeting a most attractive girl that afternoon, and, having ob tained his hearer’s interest, he de scribed the youthful goddess of the Sows with more than necessary en usiasm. He became aware of a peculiar expression upon Rock’s lace. \ “Yes. I know 'her well,” the lat ter said, quietly. “DJyou mean to My she invited you to the ball?” “it wasn’t exactly an invitation—” “OhJ I see. Well"—Rock shook Us head positively—“there’s noth ing doing, old man. If isn't your Und ol a party. Understand?" “I—don’t understand,” Bierce con fessed in genuine surprise. The officer eyed him with a cooi; disconcerting directness. “We draw jhe lines pretty close—have to in a ■mid Mr this. No offense, I trust.” inn » smile, and a careless wavs <d THE CONCfiRD daily tribune tne nano ne movea on, leaving Pierce to stare after him until he was swallowed up by the crowd in , the gambling-room. A blow,in the face would not have ; amazed Pierce Phillips more, nor . would it have more greatly angered ; him. So, he was ostracized! These men who treated him with such ap , parent good-fellowship really de spised him; in their eyes he waa a renegade; they considered him un i fit«to know their wonien. It was : incredible 1 ' This was the first deliberate slight : the young man had ever received. His face burned, his pride withered under it; he would have bitten out i his tongue rather than subject him self to such a rebuff. Who was Rock? How dared he? Rock knew the girl, oh yes! But he refused to mention her name—as if that name would be sullied by his, Pierce’s, use of it. That hurt most of all; that was the bitterest pill. Society! Caste! On the Arctic Circle 1 It was to laugh! But Phillips could not laugh. He could more easily have cried, or cursed, or raved; even to pretend to laugli off such an affront was im possible. It required no more than this show of opposition to fan the embers of his flickering desire into full flame, and, now that he was for bidden to meet that flying goddess, it seemed to him that he must do so at whatever cost. He’d go to that dance, he decided, in spite of Rock; he’d go unbidden; he’d force his way in if needs be. This sudden ardor died, however, as quickly as it had been born, leav ing him cold with apprehension. What would happen if he took the bit in his teeth? Rock knew about Laure—those detestable redcoat? knew pretty much everything that v. ent on beneath the surface of Dawson life—and if Tierce ran counter to the fellow’s warning he would probably speak out. Rock was just that sort. His methods were direct and forceful. What then? Pierce cringed inwardly at the contemplation. That snow-girl was so clean, so decent, so radically different from all that Laure stood for, that he shrank from associating them together even in his thoughts Well, he was paying the fiddler, and the price was high. Even here on the fringe of the frontier society exacted penalty for the breach of its conventions. Pierce’s rebellion at this discovery, his resentment at the whole situation, prevented him from properly taking the lesson to heart. The issue was clouded, too, by a wholly natural effort at self-justifi cation. The more he tried this lat ter. however, the angrier he became and the more humiliating seemed llis situation. He was in no mood to calmly withstand another shock, especially when that shock was administered by Joe McCaskey, of all persons; nevertheless, it came c’ose upon the heels of Rock's insult. Pierce had not seen either brother since their depaiture for Hunker Creek, therefore Joe's black visage leering through the window of the cashier’s cage was an unwelcome surprise. Hello, Phillips 1 How are you making it?” the man inquired. “All right.” Despite this gruffness, Joe’s grin widened. There was nothing of pleasure at the meeting, nor of friendliness behind it, however. On the contrary, it masked both malice and triumph, as was plain when he asked; / \ “Did you hear about our strike?” “What strike?” “Why, it's*ail over town I Frank and I hit pay in our first shaft three feet of twenty-cent dirt.” Really?” Pierce could not re strain a movement of surprise. 1 Joe nodded and chuckled, mcan w-hile keeping his malignant gaze 1 foeused upon the younger man's face. “It s big. We came to town . to buy grub and a dog-team and to i hire a crew of hands. We've got credit at the A. C. Company up to | fifty thousand dollar^.” There was a brief pause which . Pierce broke by inquiring, as casu • ally as he could: “Did Tom and Jerry have any | luck?” ; “Sure thing I They’ve hit it, the same as us. You tossed off a home stake, kid. Don’t believe it, eh? 1 Well, here’s the proof—coarse gold ’ from Hunker.” With an ostentious ; flourish the speaker flung down a ; half-filled poke, together with a bar check. “Cash me ip, and don't let . any of it stick to your fingers.” Pierce was impelled to hurl the 1 i gold sack at Joe’s heAd, but he re ' strained himself. , His hands were ' shaky, however, and When’he untied : the thongs he waa mortified at spill • » .. ■ A ■ / uig Some ot the precious yea. * tides. Mortification changed toeagw when the owner cried, sharply l “Hey! Got cashier’s agnp, have ! you? Just cut out the sleight-ofi* i hand!” i Pierce smothered a retort; silently he brushed the dust back into the blower and set the weights upon hia . scales. But McCaskey ran on with i an insulting attempt at banter: “I’m onto you short-weigbere. Take your bit out of the drank*; ; I’m sober.” When Pierce had retied the sack and returned it he looked up and 1 into Joe’s face.' His own was whiter f his eyes were blazing. “Don’t pull any m6re comedy here,” he said, quietly. “That short weight joke doesn’t go at the Ri alto'” “Oh, it don’t? Joke!” McCas key snorted. “I s’pose it’s a-joke to spill dust —when you can’t get away with it. Well, I’Ve spotted a lot of crooked cashiers in this town.” “No doubt. It takes a thief to catch a thief.” McCaskey started. His sneer van ished. “Thief 1 Say—” he blus tered, angrily. “D’you mean—" The clash, brief as it had been, had excited attention. Noting the fact that an audience was gathering, the speaker lowered his voice and, thrusting his black, scowling coun tenance closer to the cage opening, lie said: “You needn’t remind me of anything. I've got a good mem ory. Damn' good!” After a mo ment he turned his back and moved away. When Pierce went off shift he looked up Lars Anderson and re ceived confirmation of the Hunker strike. Lars was in a boisterous mood and eager to share his tri umph “I knew that was a rich piece of ground,” he chuckled, “and I knew I was handing those boys a good thing. But a fellow owes something to his friends, doesn't he?” “I thought you said it was low grade?” "Low grade!” Big Lars threw back his head and laughed loudly. "I never said nothing of the kind. Me knock my own ground? Why, I’d have banked my life on Hunker!” , Toward the close of the show Laure found him braced against ths bar; the face he turned upon sher was cold, repellent. When she urged him to take her to supper he shook his head. “What’s the matter?" she in quired. “Big Lars never told you Hunker was low grade," he declared. The girl flushed; she tossed her dark head defiantly. “Well, what it?” “Simply this—Tom and Jerry an<l the McCaskeys have struck rich pay.” “Indeed ?” “You lied to me.” Laure’s lips parted slowly in a smile. “What did you expectr What would any girl do?” She laid a caressing hand upon his arm. “I don’t care how much they or how poor you are—” Pierce disengaged her grasp. “I care!” he cried, roughly. “I’ve lost my big chance. They’ve made their piles and I’m—wedl, look at me.” “You blame me?” He stared at her for a moment. “What’s the difference whether I blame you or myself? I’m through. I’ve been through for some time, but—this is curtain.” “Pierce!” Impatiently he flung her off and strode out of the theater. Laure was staring blindly after him when Joe McCaskey spoke to her. “Have a dance?” he inquired. She undertook to answer, but her lips refused to frame any words; silently she shook her head. "What’s the idea? A lovers’ quar rel?” McCaskey eyed her curiously, then he chuckled mirthlessly. "You* can come clean with me. I don’t like him any better than you do.” « “Mind your awn business,” stormed the girl in a sudden fury. “That’s what I’nj doing, and minding it good. I’ve got a lot of business—with that rat.” Joe’s sin ister black eyes held Laure’s in spite i of her effort to avoid them; it was plain that he wished to say more, ' but fiqsitated. "Maybe it would pay us to get acquainted,” he finally sug gested. “Prank and me and the Count are having a bottle of > wine upstairs. Better join us.” ”1 will,” said Laure, after a mo ment. Together they mounted the stairs to the gallery above. ' (To be continued) DINNER STORIES Mr. Henry Ford is making etoeap engines for airplanes. Unwary pe destrians will soon know what it is to receive boffll from the blue. | “Myrtle, what ia the proper cos tume to wear /skating?” I Myrtle (who has had experience.: “An old-fashioned bustle.” “Be would you give five dollars to bury tksazaphone player?” "Here’s thirty dollars. Bury six of ’em.” , j Mary had a little ’amb Somebody shot him dead; Now she takes him to tier school Between two pieces of bread. Window cleaners Ac not the only men whose occupation is hazardous. We recently read of a magazine edi tor who dropped eleven stories into a . waste basket. “Good heavens, man what is the matter with your face? Were you in an automobile accident?” 1 "No, I was being shaved by a lady barber when'a mouse ran across the floor.” Said the bank teller to the new tirl who was making a new deposit: "You didn't foot it up.” “No.” she replied innocently, "I took a taxf.” Tom: “Sis, did you hear those roosters crowning ear'y this mnm ng? I wonder what they want to do that for?” , ' Sis : “Why, that's easy I remem ber the morning you got up early, i and crowed about it a week.” A Scottish countrywoman was tak ing her son to school the first time, and after impressing the schoolmaster with the necessity of the boy's hav- < ing a thoroughly good education, she ' finished by saying. “Be sure die learns \ ,atin." “But. my dear lady." said 1 ■be schoolmaster, “Latin is a dead j snguage." “So much the better i Ye ken he's going to be an under- 1 aker." replied the woman. Smith, being introduced to golf for 1 he first time, had hit tiie ball a | .-it lie whack, and sent it half a mile, i “Now, where must I run to?” he 1 red excitedly. , Mrs. Norris: “In this book I have I written down most of the little inci- 1 'ents of our married life." Oil Blonder: “All, sort of a family j scrap book, eh?" The finest import- i ed Flower Bulbs, Narcissus Hya cinths, Choice Tu lips and Lilies di rest from France 1 and Holland. \ —at— / Pearl Drug Co. n the Square Phone 22 NOTICE Owing to our steadily increasing patronage, and for the convenience of our customers, we have added another tulephone — number (i7(i. We ure always at your service and will be glad to have you call us at either Number—o7o and 080. Sanitary Grocery Company , ■■■".. I i ll 11 II mmmmml -C \ Money bath without queetior SAlif HUNT'S GUARANTEE! /JU f/ .the treatment of Itch. le«m I treatment »* eur rtafc. jhr treatment y bEESS5 b * £W . Ai ( rtwwr oomtanv- j BELL-HARRIS FURNITURE CO. ■j The October Victor Records Aire : Here. i 1973 H— By the Light of the ’Stars, with Mandola and Guitar j \ Jim Miller-Charlie Farrell 1 t i \ The King Isn’t Kink Any More, with Mandola and Guitar ' Jim Miller-Charlie Farrell i j1 19757—0 h Say, Can I See You Tonight Billy Murray \ \ ! 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