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Show A .' . THE BINGHAM NEWS - FOR SALE HOUSEHOLD FURNITURE. Apply 13 Yt Markham GITY CAFE You Don't Have to Go Hungry in Bingham YOU CAN EAT HERE FOR $1.00 PER DAY GIVE US A TRIAL 531 MAIN STREET lllNGHAM STAGE LINE v. .. Schedule Now Effective Cars leave Bingham 8, 9, and . 11 a. m. and 1, 3, 5, 7 and 9 p. m. Cars leave Salt Lake City 7, 9, and 11 a. m. and 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, and 11 p. m. Local Office The Diamond Main Street Phone 41 FARES Round Trip $2.50 One Way $1.50 Salt Lake City Office Semloh Hotel 107 E. 2nd So. St. Phone Was. 1069 NOTICE Something new and te Funny Banquet Novelties, Ta-ble Decorations and Favors. Dance prizes and everything to make the world brighter. (Art Pictures) Get our catalog Free for the asking. BIG INDIAN 141 Regent St. Salt Lake City Bingham Ganyon Meat Co. y Successors to JEROME BOURGARD We carry the choicest of MEAT, FISH AND POULTRY SATISFACTION GUARANTEED Why not trade with us now? You will eventually. Phone No. 205 Phone No. 6 Highland Boy Main Street - When in Salt Lake stop at THE ALTON HOTEL Modern Clean Quiet Rates: $1.00 day and up i Sam Lyte, Manager 138 South State We can supply you with the choicest of Home-Mad- e Candies; also Candies boxed by the best manufacturers. ROYAL CANDY CO. Nos. 1 and 2 Chili and Tamales Fresh Daily Light Lvnches BINGHAM, UTAH AMUNDSEN PHOTO CO. OF SALT LAKE will open a branch Studio here in the near future. .A representative of the firm will make a house-to-hous- e canvas and will give you special rates on any kind of photograph you desire. FIRST CLASS WORK, REASONABLE PRICES Give Us A Call When in Salt Lake City HOME OFFICE 126 South Main Street, Salt Lake City. California Fruit Company Wholesale and Retail Greengrocers FRUITS and VEGETABLES of ALL KINDS DAILY We deliver anywhere any time Phone 293 BINGHAM 4, Main Street THE MURRAY LAUNDRY ' --' ' ' ' ' w ' - I ; ' V ! ,';. - , I , ' fVr t:--r i::xr$2-- M . . - - 4rYVT First instituted in Midvale in 1910, moved to Murray in 1911 and early in 1912 incorporated as the Murray Laundry Co. ...In 1914 business continued to increase in volume and a new daylight factory was erected with more than 22,000 feet of floor space, exclusive of the power plant and garages The Murray Laundry Co. manufactures electrical power to operate all their machinery and have their own artesian wells with a flow of more than 100,000 gallons of pure soft water daily. The management advises that they are now employing over 100 people and are serving more than 4,000 families. GEORGE A. STREADBECK LOCAL AGENT I'hone 93 BINGHAM Eagle Grocery and Meat Market I I IN CONNECTION and BOARDING HOUSE ' AND FIRST-CLAS- S BOARD full line of up-to-da- te and VEGETABLES !ALSO AND THE BEST OF POULTRY ANYWHERE TWICE DAILY FORK BINGHAM TRIAL - Phone 21 4 KNOW THE SOURCE of YOUR MILK SUPPLY The Only Perfect Food Dependable Service HOGAN DAIRY X A Sentimental X Journey X By JUSTIN WENTWOOD (. mi. Wutarn Nwpapr Union.) BARKER hummed "My Little .Gray In the West" as he stepped eft the train at Clouston. lie was Imp-- pier than tie had been for years. Barker, the successful stockbroker, at forty-flv- e, had suddely felt a weari-ness of life. He had never married. He had lived a gay sort of life. The sense of wasted opportunities had come over him. "If only I had married Ann Gtlll-ga- n I" he thought The memory of his first sweetheart had come flooding back with the advent of spring. And he had formed the wild idea of re-turning for a visit to the old home town and and seeing Ann, anyway. Of course, she had doubtless married long ago. Still, one never knewl Sweet Ann GLUIganl Barker re-membered how she had looked when they said good-b- y across the stile. He had kissed her and had promised to come back rich and marry her, and she had cried In his arms. Then his old friend Eben, the blacksmith, who hammered horseshoes and was the admiration of the village lads. Barker had watched In fascina-tion the red sparks fly from the glow-ing metal. And Kod Stone, the storekeeper. How delighted he would be when Barker sat down on the cracker box and Joined quite simply In the humble mirth and anecdotes of the village 1 The hill seemed to have grown steep-er, Barker thought, and he was quite tired out by the time he reached the smithy at the top. There It was I And there was Eben, hammering a horse-shoe, and the usual crowd of small boys looking In at the door. Barker walked In. "Hello, Eben I" he said. Eben, unchanged, save that his black whiskers had turned white, looked up and nodded surlily. He did not take Barker's hand. "Don't you know me, Eben? Tin Henry Barker," said his visitor. "How do, Henry," said Eben, ham-mering away. A spark flew on Bark-er's nose and burned It "Well, how are the folks?" asked Barker. "I ain't got time for gossip; I got to finish them shoes," said Eben. Only then did Barker recall that Eben had been the surliest man In the village. Heaving a sigh,' he left the smithy and went along the well re-membered street till he came to Rod Stone's grocery. There it was, enlarged and prosper-ous, but Just the same. And there was Rod, grayer, stouter, but still Rod Two or three customers were being served by a red-haire- d young man whom Barker surmised to be the In-fant he had last seen squirming In Its cradle. Barker took his seat upon a cracker barrel. "Hey, git offen that barrel I" shout-ed Rod. "That ain't sanitary!" "Don't you remember me, Rod?" asked Barker plaintively. "I'm Henry Barker." "Don't care who you are, you ain't goln' to set on that cracker barrel 1" retorted Rod. Glancing at him with Intense Indig-nation, Barker left the store. It was only then he remembered that Rod used to chase the loafers out of his place Instead of welcoming them. Ah. but his heart beat fuster. Here was Ann Gllllgan's d cot-tage. And there wr.s Ann herself, al-most unchanged, In converse with a fat red-face- scolding woman at the kitchen door. "Ann, Ann, don't you know me?" cried Barker, running up to her and taking her by the hands. How girlish she looked! "Well, you got a nerve, Mister 1" exclaimed the girl. "And my name's Mary, not Ann. I guess he means you, Mommer I" Only then did Barker recognize Ann Ollllgan in the red-face- woman. She let fly a screech at him. "Say, you fresli feller, you beat It out of here before I do you in !" yelled Ann Gllligan, looking around her for some Implement of warfare. "Ann, don't you know " began Henry; but an ominous movement of Ann's hand toward a sad-iro- n decided him not to reveal himself. Barker beat a hasty retreat from the d cottoge. Ten minutes later he sank down panting In a seat In the train, which he had caught by the skin of his teeth. "1'hewl" he muttered, funning him-self. "I guess those boyhood dreams are wrong. Me for the White Lights this evening I" t Did Not Want f Liberty By JAMES BLACK T (. lm, Wului Ntwipapw Union.) uVTUU'KK a fsee man. 3923. The governor has pardoned you." T,ho trowel fell from the old con-vict's hand. The wui'den's fuee wavered before bis eyes. His hopes of thirty yeurs come true at lust I Thirty years had passed since his sentence of death had been commuted to one of life imprisonment He hud killed in hot blood over the 'woman he hud murrled, who had proved faith-less to him. That w as why they com-muted his sentence. And for thirty yeurs he had dreamed of this duy. For ten years past he had been a trusty, in charge of the penitentiary greenhouse. He had done wonders with It made It an asset to the penl-tentiur- He hud forgotten It now. "I don't know who'll look after the greenhouse, Blake," said the warden. "Blake 1" Yes, he was Blake. He had almost forgotttn that "What are you going to dot" "Get a Job,; I suppose." Whut differ-ence did it make to him J He had no one left now no one. On the following day Blake, at-- tired In a new blue suit, with a con-siderable sum In his pocket departed for his old town. But it had changed beyond recogni-tion, the whole quarter where he had lived had been pulled down, every-thing wus different He stared In as-tonishment at the high buildings. And the motor cara they weut so fasti They went so fast that the end of the day found hun an Inmate of the town hospital, with a crushed rib and dislocated shoulder. As he had money, he was given a private room. A month later, when he was discharged, he found he had Just nine dollars in the world. All the rest had gone for the room and attendance. With the nine dollars he took a ticket buck to the penltentlury town. That was more like home to him. For three nights and days he roamed the streets. Who would give work to an old man with wild eyes and disjointed speech? And then the great resolve was born In him. The penitentiary greenhouse, which was barred on the Inside at night projected out of a corner of the grim building, so as to catch the sunlight. And Blake knew all about that structure of steel and glass. It was only to get a foothold on the brick bnse and pull up the catch of the side window that admitted air. The next night found him Inside the place. The moon was shining brightly. He uttered a cry. It wai all going to ruin. Nobody had watered any of his flowers since his departure. The begonias were shedding their leaves, ' those polnsettlas which he had been raising for the warden's wife were all drooping. The ferns were dying In the dried pots. And ruthless hands had cut away all the flowering African lilies that he had prtred so much. Forgetful of everything else, Blake set to work. He attached the hose, he sent streams of water over all the pots. He made cuftlncs and planted them In a little of that fine, soft sand that still Remained. He pruned, he gathered dead leaves and piled them In a corner to make compost The sun came up and found the old man hard at work. He labored on, forgetful of the passage of time. Now those peonies, In which he had taken such pride The warden and the chief keeper found him kneeling In a pool of muddy water, busy at work. A glance at the open window told them all. The warden stepped forward and touched the old man on the shoulder. Blake looked up and uttered a startled cry. "For God's sake don't send me away 1 I couldn't get work. I felt like com-mitting another murder to get back hcrel" "Blake, this Is lucky for both of us," the warden said. "The commis-sioners were talking of trylns to get a man from outside to take charge of the greenhouse. None of our men are able to. How would you like the Job?" A slow smile dawned over old Blake's face. ' "Like It?" he stammered. "Warden, I believe I'll have some better poln-settias for your wife than ever." Firefly "Some Battery." Efficiency ' of the light of the" firefly may be Judged, says Kuture Muguzlue, from the fact that the efficiency of a carbon lncundescent lamp Is 0.0042, of a tungsten bulb 0.013, of an open arc 0.072, of a quartz-mercur- y arc 0.008, and of the firefly 0.96. Only a Rumor. "She's going about telling everyone that I committed suicide and she knows I've never done such a thing as that In nil my life," said a woman at court. SwImmlnQ by Machinery. An Ingenious apparatus designed to unskilled In swim-ming carry even persons has been devised by a French engineer- - Th upparatus constats of an alr-fllie- cushion fixed on the back of a person, which, by supplying the de-sirable floating capacity, prevents him fmn sinking. Fastened to the chest by means of leather straps is a shield fitted In front of the head for pro-tecting the nose and mouth against the lmpnct of the waves. This, as well as another shield, likewise fas-tened to the chest, carries the propel-ling device proper, consisting of a small screw which moves to and fro fin n worm nhnft. The propeller Is actuated by a hand-drive- n lever system. Both hands seize the end of a long lever arm to produce the reciprocating motion, resulting in the rotation of the propeller on Its worm ptuift. The Invention Is held to be useful for sport as well as for life Having. Th Generation Pisses. Observing what forty years have accomplished in wiping out a genera-tion of early settlers in a community where so short a time ago everybody knew everybody, what la there, think you, upon this d earth of which any of us have license to bonst? Quoting the language of Thomas Car-lyl-who looked upon the grave as a citadel of perfect snfety, "In a little while we shall all meet there, and our mother's bosora will screen us all ; and oppression's harness, and sorrow's fire-whi- and all the gehenna bnlllffs that patrol and Inhabit ever-vex- t time will not thenceforth hurtn us any more." "Blx," In London Journal. Thus Many Will Swear. Bishop (visiting Sunday school 5 cinss) "What Is the chief evil of ' gambling?" Boy (who knew) "Los-ing, sir." Exchange. The Charming Widow. It Is human nature for man to lool out for number one, but the chantlnj young widow always looks out fo bomber two. |