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Show THE PAGE TWO Friday, May 23, 1928 NEPIII, UTAH TIMES-NEW- S, News Notes Robbers,: Marriott. CHAPTER I Go Ahead Morton was christened George Ashmead, but the Initials and the evident Impulses of his being Inevitably caused an early shift In his From childhood be inappellation. variably went ahead, leaving others to follow If they would. And they usually did follow, for Morton was the sort of man that other men trust on Bight, long before they have been able to note his almost uncanny ability to get things done. Morton himself admitted that he was "lucky" and used to wonder over It. "It's darned queer," he said one day to a westerner, who was visiting the little Virginia town near Washington where Go Ahead had his home, and who had commented on his nickname. "When a man gets a complimentary nickname he sort of feels that he's got to live np to It somehow ; and then he tries, and things Just naturally seem to come his way. My mother always called me Georgie and made me wear long golden curls; and I had them on when my father took me to public school when I was about seven years old. He told me that the boys would make fun of my curls and that If I stood for it he would give me a tiding when I got home and that he'd make It extra bard If I didn't lick the other boy or bring home Borne marks showing I'd done my best. ; and I "Well, Dad was a knew he meant exactly what he said. Bo when the other boy started proceedings I lit Into him. That was most twenty years ago, but I'll bet that boy hasn't stopped running yet. And ever since that fight I've preferred to go ahead too big a coward to wait, I guess. Pretty soon the boys began to call me Go Ahead ; and after that of course I had to go ahead ; and most always It seemed to pay. Later, the westerner, who seemed to be rather Inquisitive and whose stay In the town was beginning to seem a little mysterious, asked the hotel clerk about Go Ahead's nerve. 'He looks a pretty good sort of a man," he observed ; "but has he ever stacked up against another good man and showed nerve?" The clerk grinned. "Oh, well," he 'Bald, "I don't know for sure what you western gentlemen call nerve; but they tell a story about something he er pulled off up In Wyoming last ppring that you might consider was kind of nervy." "Didn't know he'd been up In Wyoming." "Ton wouldn't, for all he'd say about It. He's a Department of Justice operative, you know; he does the sort of work that most people credit to the Secret Service. spring he'd Just finished np In Wyoming and was actually getting on the train for the East when the sheriff hurried up to him and told hlra he'd got five railway robbers bottled up In an old mine outside the town and that he didn't know how to get at them. 'All right, Bays Go Ahead. 'I'll stop over to see If I can help you out "They got off the train; and the Bherlfl explained the circumstances. We've gotten Into the mine by another way,' he said; 'and we're within fifty feet of them. They're barrl caded with lots of grub and lots of ammunition on the level ; and we're on a cross-cu- t about fifteen feet higher. There's a sump connecting the two; and It's easy enough to Jump down on them; only It wouldn't get us anything but a through ticket to Paradise. Come along and I'll show you the "So Go Ahead and the sfrerlff and three deputies fro down In the mine and flip up mighty quiet, to the edge of the sump. They can hear the robbers talking. Co Ahead pulls out two big pistols; then be nods to the sheriff and Jumps down. And of course the others follow; they couldn't do anything else. The minute Go Ahead lights he Jumps to one side to mnke room for the others, crouches, and begin? shooting. And there was merry b I for a while or so they gay When It wag over Go Ahead and one deputy and one robber were the only ones alive; and they were shot all to pieces. Iiut they all got well eicerj the robber and he didn't have much chance, for the boys lynched him. Go - Ahead had three bullets through him ; and he's Just about got over them. Maybe you'll think that kind of nervy, Mr. Green?" Green nodded frowningly. Ten minutes later, he was loafing along to ward Morton's home. Morton was gardening In his front yard. "Hello I" he called, looking up as Green was Just opposite. ''Hello, yourself," grinned Green In return, "Want to talk to you If you've got time." "Got all the time there Is." Go Ahead had reached the gate by this time and was pulling It open. "Come on up on the porch and sit down You're from Arizona, aren't you?" Green glanced at Go Ahead sharply. Then he followed him to the porch and sat down. "You struck It the first time," be admitted, cheerfully. "Leastways, I reckon you did. I ain't noways real sure myself whether I'm from Arizona or Nevada or yet California." to and fro across "Keep the line, eh? Well, they do say that some of the sheriffs down there do keep people moving all right. Sometimes they even persuade them to go East on a trip." Green tautened In every mus'Ie. His face darkened; and his hand dropped to where a revolver ought to n lay-out- .' River Under Ground Lost River la a name given to a deep gorge where the water of the Moosliauke Branch brook disappears from sight, and at times from sound, for a considerable distance under mo tlve bowlders. It is the third great natural wonder to the Franconla mountains, standing next after the I'rofile and the Flume, far surpassing tbe latter In Its surprises, Its massive rock architecture, and unique lo Its dark, gloomy caverns. The gorge Itmile long, 20 TO self la about one-half "Sure Replied That Gentls-man- , "That's What I Gave It to You For." I Do," hang but did not. Then he met Got Ahead's eyes, Bteely but smiling, and relaxed. "No use stalling, I guess," he decided. "The time to stall was before I came to see you. My name really Is Jack Green ; and I've brought you a letter from Tom Fair about your cousin, Stella Morton. Here 'tis." He held out an envelope. Morton took It with a smile. "Glud to know you really are named Green since It seems to please you," be commented. "Otherwise, It's all the same to me, I never beard ot any Tom Fair, so fur as I can remember; and I'm pretty sure I never had a cousin Stella. Still, I'm always willing to own up when I'm wrong. So, If yon still want me to open this He paused suggestively, looking at letter" Green. "Sure I d"," replied that gentleman, Instantly. "Thut's what I gave It to you for. As for knowing well. Fair said he guessed you'd be surprised." (TO BE CONTINUED.) Short but Sweet Trince Arthur of Cnnnaught tell an amusing tale of his experiences when serving as governor general of South Africa. He had made a Journey up the Zambesi to some of the paramount chiefs. One of them made a s speech of welcome which took of an hour to deliver. When be bad finished a native Interpreter came forward to explain the oration. Pointing to the chief, the Interpreter discharged his task with a single sen tence: "Him say him dam pleased to see you." Grit . three-quarter- rods wide and feet deep to the brook bed. It was discovered In 1S1W by It. C Jackman of North Woodstock. 40-7- Covering of Fleat The kindergarten school was hav Ing en open discussion about dog. Jo was very ci.ger to tell the class about his dog and after others In the room had told what they knew about dogs the teacher Mid, "Jo mny tell as about the outside covering of the body of bis dug." "My dog has a covering of fleas," said Jo boastfully. SALT LAKE3 Mr. Peters succeeds Major R. Y. Stuart who on May 1 took over his duties as Chief Forester. Mr. Peters has been connected with the public relations work of the Forest Service for many years. He Is the principal authority of the Service on State forestry policies, and more than any other man has been instrumental In bringing about the adoption of progressive forestry policies and the development of forestry activities in the States. It is our aim to lend our aid to a mutual program in cooperation with them looking toward the protection and reforestation of all forest lands which are best suited to the production of .forest crops. Forestry has made notable progress in the States in the past few years. The Forest Service is now cooperating in one or more phases of forestry activity with forty-liv- e States. OGDEN The county farm bureau predicted recently that TVeber county will harvest the heaviest strawberry cop on record here June 1. PANGUITCH Local shearing plant in charge of Thomas Haycock began operation recently with a small force of shearers. It is planned to handle small farm herds until full capacity of the plant is reached. The usual run with the ten clippers being1 operated is fifteen days, with 1000 sheep handled each day. TOOELE While stockmen and farmers are grateful for the heavy showers which pevailed over the entire state recently they now would appreciate a bit of warm weather, according to J. Cecil Alter, local weather man. The rains have been beneficial, but higher mercury readings will heighten the good work of the elements, Meteorologist Alter says. OGDEN Funds in the amount of $42,000 will be used for improvements, administration and protection in 1928 on the Ashley national forest, which comprises five ranger districts and totals approximately 1,000,000 acres. This will include expenditures for the maintenance and construction of roads, trails, buildings, telephone lines and other improvements, for special timber and range surveys, general administration and fire and insect control. PANGUITCH Bryce canyon, queen of America's fairylands, will welcome tourists formally on June 1. With its same old lure for lovers of form and color, the fact the Bryce is now a national park will add popularity and Important to the canyon proper and include in the park boundaries many interesting and unique Bide trips for the tourist. SALT LAKE Utah wool production this year will total approximately 22,000,000 pounds, an increase of pounds over last year, according to government figures received recently by James A. Hooper, secretary of the Utah State Wool Growers' association. The increase is due to the retention of ewe lambs-- in the state and the improvement in the condition of the flocks, Hooper declared. Estimated wool production throughout the United States will be increased about 10 per cent over last year. OGDEN J. D. (Jeddy) Jones of Jones Brothers' Flouring Mill and Elevator company of Malad, Idaho, was in the city today, the guest of Eugene R. Alton of the Globe mills. Mr. Jones reported that the winter wheat outlook in the Malad district i the brightest in ten years, being even better than last year, which was a banner season. It is estimated by Mr. Jones that this years crop will exceed that of last year by HEBER Distribution of more than a ton of poisoned oats last year seems to have been most effective in destroying of ground squirrels In Wasatch county. From all over In the county come reports that the rodents are loss than half as numerous as a year ago, and farmers are evidencing a desire to follow up this advantage by distributing poisoned bait again this year. The Ag. club boys of the high school have accounted for nearly a thousand sirrels this year with email caliber rifles in their annual hunting contest. MYTON Myton and this portion of the basin was visited with a good rain recently, which land the dust in good shape and will prove very beneficial to growing vegetation. Indications point to the fact that it was quite general ail over this part of the state. The outlook is promising for additional moisture. LOGAN W. J. Funk, state road supervisor for Cache county, announced that the Logan canyon road to Bear Lake is now open for trafTlc. Recent storms, however, have made the road aomewhat The muddy. gravel and oiling of the canyon road east of Center street, will commence Immediately, Mr. Funk has announced. one-thir- 3 , iff 2 CAMPING GROUND" Utah sm- Crittenden 7 It 'a a Privilege to Live in JvK , V sv. t "nfmumfrW "'-n- lii eiiiiiMillllhiilniiiiiiii The Unknown Dead (Stanzas in commemoration of the Unknown American Soldier, interred at Arlington Not 11, 1921.) I am tha numberless Unknown Who have cast th shrouds of things that frava la a planet's cornerstona, Holding the ashes of a dream, Whose aacrincial firs blazes from zone to zona. Mjr I am the wastrel child whom War Hath rendered baptism, not in birth But death, where the unseen hosts that pour Libation on the blood-dar- k earth, Intone through my mute lips the eternal i Nevermore I Yea, Nevermore I By that mystic name Youth's hallow'd blood hath christened roe Nevermore I Ye living, let it flame The challenge of your destiny Nevermore I to pride and pestilence and hate and shame 1 n 1 O lives that pray For liberation, make that will Your watchword, till the thing ye say Becomes the law your deeds fulfill: Then I with Christ will rise in sanction from my clay. - d For I am dust of a deathless spark f Unmastered engine self --ensnared; and bis mark, The bullet-moldShattered by dazzling creeds I shared With you and your own blindness muffles me in dark. teeth-crackin- g But my dark shall have no need of the sun Neither of the moon to shine in H, If Christ His dawning Will be done, shall be lit And this my clay-be- d By the stars that blanket me, if my last fight be won. dust-parche- Masters of life I On your decree. Unknown and numberless, I waiti From war's earth-blin- d captivity Untotnb me I Let your love be fate And crown my risen youth with timeless victory I Percy Mackaya. Legion's Tribute to Fallen Comrades d, d. ii A '2?ni famous correspondent, Junius B. Wood, of tlit Chicago Pally News, said of the pilgrimage to Suresnes made by the American Legion when they visited France last year: "High on a preen hillside, behind serried lines of white marble crosses, the sweetly solemn notes of 'taps' echoed from an nrtny bugle. The sun broke through the clouds, and Frnpce and America paid honor to the l.f0? American soldiers and sailor dead In e Suresnes cemetery, three miles the western wall of I'arls. "A color-guarlowered four American flags and five Legion standards representing various departments, while wounded French veterans with flags of America and France on a single staff joined In a line In front of the speaker'a stand. " 'The first task of the American Legion upon arriving In France Is to pay homage to the American and French dead,' said Sheldon White-bousAmbassador Merrick's representative, speaking from a little stand. TREMONTON The rainfall which "A ripple of applause greeted Genfell recently was looked upon as a d eral Pershing, who ten years ago by sugar been and grain growers commanded those boys now sleeping of Bear River valley, coming in the In the beautiful park, where the Stars nick of time to save the crops, which and Stripes float against a backhad been threatened by the long ground of towering elms. "'We have come," he mid. 'to pay drought. The early sprouting of the augar beets and grain, up to about a loving tribute of remembrance to three weeks ago, gave promise of the Americans who lie In the cemebumper crops, but the succeeding dry teries of France.' a pell and the devastating dry winds "Howard favnge, retiring national which have swept the valley, aggra- commander of the American Legion, to the living, standing vated by several days of extremely talk! hot weather, had a tendency to aggra- ulib uncovered heads and moist eyes, tat to the spirits of tbe buddlea vate the situation. out-aid- d d god-Ben- nt Memories iheD torn road down Memorial dajr--ud to Amiens a phantom army marches again cut of the mist swing the Yank army of 1918 farm beys from the prairies and clerks from the cities hard boiled guys and sweet faced mamma's boys khaki clad red rimmed eyes sunk deep in drawn haggard faces but. look! The ole tin hats ere still cocked over one eys, and, listen I They're still singing "Hinky Dinky Parley Vous" with barber shop chords-sing-ing crusaders in a strange land while up In front Jerry machine guns keep time as they march dawn sweeps the sky over the now Field o' Flanders and the phantom peaceful array melts with the mist the rattle of machine guns changes to the rattle of milk wagons and I am alone with my memories. y War Nevermore i whose sacred trust their living comrades still are carrying on. Their Memory Revered. "'The men now sleeping In France fell before they saw the dawn of liberty for all the world,' said Marshal Foch. 'We will ever be faithful to their memories.' raised "Again the standard-bearer- s their colors. A chaplain Intoned a benediction. Taps sounded from beyond the trees, and the officials walked slowly away while here and there, alone among the white crosses, remained the bowed forms of those stopping for a time at the resting place of their dear ones." We next find Mr. Wood on still more : familiar ground Chateau-Thierr"Charles MarteH's medieval castle still towers above the city, but the machine-gunests are gone from the grounds of the park, where strolling lovers gaze for miles over the peaceful valley. Automobiles glide over a smooth asphalt road between Meaux and Laferte Sous Jouarre. When the Second division- bumped over It in French trucks driven by drowsy slant-eyeAnnamites before dawn on June 1, ten years ago, Its worn macadam holes. was filled with "Montreuil aux Lions seems small, like any other village today. The room where General Bundy had his headquarters and directed the Second the subsequent division through weeks is env used as a schoolroom, and Is filled with battered benches. Water still drips from the old pump where the soldiers moistened their d throats, but on the other side of the mairie, or town hall, stands a new monument recording the names of thirty sons of that tiny village who were lost. Recalling Days of War. "From the windows of a modest village home flags wave, for the people have not forgotten the days when the mairie hummed with activity, when piles of ammunition were stored on Its stony lawn, and strings of carts were frantically taken forward, surgeons hastily applying emergency dressings In Its old wagon-shewhile a few miles beyond there was the steady drum-fir- e of artillery. "Back of Laloge farm three regiments of an American artillery brigade were In position in waving wheat fields. Cows now tramp the muddy farmyard, and chickens are scattered along the lane down which a Milwaukee marine marched one morning with an entire German company as prisoners. In Torcy stands a church tower, and children are playing In the streets where silent forms and torn uniforms were lying thickly when the Americans finally fought their way through the woods. "The Bols Belleau, the tangled underbrush of which hid hundreds of machine guns spitting death. Is now a park maintained by an organization of American women. Down below, rows of wooden crosses register the names of those who made the woods hallowed ground. Two hundred unidentified Americans who fell at Belleau wood lie in this cemetery. The number of their opponents who sold their lives so dearly will never be known, as most of them never were found." War's Wreckage Gone. It was the same story all along the "front." On the Somme, In the Argonne, and on the Meuse the found that ten years bad effected a great change. "Grass rovers the trench-seared- , battlefields, and thriving French villages have replaced the wreckage of war," observes the Norfolk Virginian-Pilo- t "Ten years ago," recalls the New Tork World "The Argonne was ahustle with for the drive which preparation everybody knew was coming. By day there was not much going on, but by night there was a fever of activity. Every road was Jammed with trucks carrying supplies, soldiers, and the guns which were to lay down the terrific barrage of September 20. From dusk until the small hour of the morning you could hear the motors as they dug their way forward. But Just before dawn the noise ceased, and the front became silent. And there Is nothing so silent at a battlefront Just before dawn. It la like the last echo of 'taps' In all the graveyards of the world. "So for a few Indian summer days, and then hell broke loose. And the gay celebrators now In France were the poor devils that went through that hell for six weeks until It was over. They deserve their holiday." "The coming of the American Legion to France," said Leland Stowe In a Paris dispatch to the New Tork Herald Tribune, "has gripped France as few things have gripped her these last ten years. In the coming of Pershing and his men, the French people to their find an emotional appeal Imaginations. And the soul of France As the is peculiarly emotional." Washington Star explained : Earned French Gratitude. "The Frenchman remembers the Americans in the gloomy days of 1917. He remembers watching a dreary winter of suspense turn to a summer of hope as thousands of lean, bronzed young men from across the sea marched to the north to take their places alongside the soldiers of France. He remembers the victory they helped to make. Is there wonder that France cheers them as they pass? "Franco lias suffered, and It Is human to blame some one when there Is suffering. This country has shared her blame. But all that Is on the surface. Under the surface there Is a sentiment and love founded on strong- er stuff. " "These days In Paris," observed Public the Philadelphia Evening Ledger, "are days of gayety." But "Other days will eome. Dynasties and governments will change. But the cemeteries In which the American soldiers lie will always remain to remind the world of a people who sent multitudes to die for an Ideal of human conduct. That Ideal has uot been realized. It may never be realized. But the American dead In France will keep It alive and alofv In men's minds as a thing to strive for. Tliis thought, or some thought much like It, Is what made the first appearance of American troops In Europe a thing to marvel at There never had been anything like It There may never be anything like It again." From Literary Digest They Died for U- s- Their Memory 3Iust Lave shell-torture- While against the gray. Patches on tbe ears) Red among the raof-tile- a By the twisting Maraa, Not another token hearts there bra Of the em. Cold Um standing wheat, Crees) the failed corn. Thick the branches meet By Ike twisting Mams, Da they ever teB here wba feO here. Of tbe see Sudden, from on high. Birds at peace are caught flaying m the sky Where the war herds lough. Past and present tryitlng When the Mama Is twiatlna. Aana Hare la New Yerk Heraid T |