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THE SANDERS COUNTY LEDGER. _ PATRICK CARNEY STATE FAIR HEAD , • Patrick Carney, of Waterloo, is the new president of the state fairbpr1. Mr. Carney is one of the best known farmers of the state. He has been engaged in farming in the Jefferson valley for 36 years and during that time has made one of the finest farm properties in that fertile section of Montana. He was one of the first farmers in Montana to go into the culture of potatoes on a considerable scale and probably knows more about the growing of tubers than my oth r man in the state. He has grown and disposed of hundreds of carloads, and because of the excellence of his pro- duct, always commands the best mar - Patrick Carney, New Head of the State Fair. ket. Many'of the large potatobs used by the Northern Pacific dining car service are grown on his place. Mr. Carney has always taken the deepest interest in the state fair. He has been a member of the board of directors for many years, and has de- voted much time to its development Into one of the big institutions of the state. His election to the presidency is a well deserved recognition of good work. • EXEMPTION PALM GOES TO MONTANA Montana's ratio or exemption claims filed to the number of persons called was smaller than any other state's, according to the report of Provost Marshal Generil E. H. Crow- der to Secretary of War Baker, copies of which have been received by local exemption boards in the state. Only 33 per cent of the registrants in this state filed claims for exemption. Ver- mont, whose percentage was next higher, had 35 per cent of registrants file claims, while in Utah, Kentucky and the District of Columbia, more than 50 per cent of the registrants filed claims. In Illinois, approxi- mately 60 per cent filed claims. Gen- erally speaking, fewer claims were filed in western and southern states, in proportion to the number of regis- trants, than in middle western and eastern states. In summarizing the work accom- plished under the first draft, the pro - Yost marshal says: \The total number of men called for in the dtaft of July 12, 1917, was 687,000. Of these there have been called to the colors up to date of preparing this report (Dec. 20), for duty at mobilization camps and coast defense commands, about 527,100, or 76.72 per cent of the entire draft. \Included among these 527,100 men are about 2.300 men who were specially inducted from their status as drafted men at the request of the different corps or branches of the army and sent to places other than mobilization camps. A flexible sys- tem has now been adopted which will permit the voluntary or involuntary induction of both skilled and unskill- ed men, either in accordance with their regular order of liability. Men so inducted will be sent where they are especially needed and not neces- sarily to mobilization camps.\ Brings MIMI Gorman Airplane. \Hobey\ Baker, former Princeton football captain, and well known on the gridiron, - has won his spur as a fighting pilot of the American fly- ing corps. In his first encounter with an airplane he killed his man and sent the German machine to the earth There's More Than ne David HISTORICAL RECOLLECTIONS OF RAWHIDE RAWLINS \I never knowed much about the Good Book,\ says Rawhide, \but there's one story I've always re- membered since childhood that I herd at Sunday school. That's the one where this sheepherder David, hurls a rock at Goliar an' wins the fight easy. But when I growed up I kind o' doubted this yarn till it's proved to me by the real thing that size nor weepons don't always win a fight. One time, years ago, I'm winterin` in a little burg. I ain't mentionin' no names, as some of the par- ties still live, an' havin' families it might cause the offspring to R awhide Rawlins underestimate the old man. \In this camp there's a man that's got a history back of him that's sure scary. He's wearin' several notches on his gun an' has this little burg buffaloed. This gentleman's big all ways. He stands six feet four an' he'll weigh two hundred and fifty easy. As for looks, his features is wolfish an' his brain cavity wouldn't make a drinkin' cup for a canary bird. Knowin' he's got everybody bluff- ed, his feelin's is mighty easy hurt, an' most of the folks keep him soothed by buying drinks for him. One day a stranger forgets to buy him a drink, an' the big man bends a gun over his head. \There's a reformed preacher in this town, runnin' a stud poker game. This feller is Bible-wise and hangs the name \Goliar\ on the big man, but when he calls him that to his face the giant gets wolf y. Misunderstandin' the name, he thinks the stud dealer's callin' him a liar. The gambler, bein' a quick thinker, is mighty fast squarin' it up an' tells him the Bible story, barrin' the fin- ish, but whisperin' to me on the side, says he wishes David would drop in. \Goliar has things his own way all winter an' has the town bluffed, when Christmas comes along There's fellers from line camps an' all the cow and hoss ranches in the country rides in to celebrate. Most of 'em knowin' Goliar's back rec- ord are lookire for pleasure, not trouble, are careful about startin' ar ments. They're all g-amblin' an buyin' drinks. Nobody's bar- red, so its.pretty soft for the big feller. The whisky they're sellin' ain't a peaceful fluid at the best, an' with his hide full of fightin' booze, he's touchy as a teased snake. He makes a tenderfoot or two dance, but he can't get no ex- cuse to make no kiln's. \Among these range people there's a lonesome sheepherder an' his dog. Hs an undersized pro- position, takes plenty of whisky but says nothin'. He loves music an' does his entertainin' with a mouth harp, but most of the time he's sleepin' off in a corner with the best friend he's got layin' at his feet. \These people are all mighty en- thusiastic celebratin' this saintly day, an' of course there's several To Reduce Flour Sales. The government contemplates the reduction of flour sales to consumers to 76 per cent of the amount now be- ing handled, in order to take care of urgent needs of the allies. 13y re- ducing consumption to this extent the food administration will be en- abled to meet the needs of France and Great Britain. THREE FORKS -MONTANA Animated at the haul of Big Muddy to. the Missouri Is ones rolled), of- fer. great farming otimantages Delie now for free Information about these forums t• the (Monte, mameree. Dept. C., T II !Mk FORKS. MONTANA. National Life Insurance Company of Montana Les•I 1,111..7 ...tin., hr Most liberal policies on the Market AAAAAA OVRR IIIMMILMNI Bowe (mire DALT SANE BUILDING Fl nue. Mont fights pulled, but none of 'em's fin- ished with worse than a black eye or broken nose. One gentleman, a gun packer, reaches for his wee - pun once, but Goliar's standin' close to his meat. He gets his own barker first an' combs this punch- er's hair. Of course this finishes the fight with the spillin' of some blood, but there's no powder burnt. \Long about noon this little shepherd dozes off into a nap over in a corner. All this drunken hol- lerin' an' talkin' don't disturb his slumbers, but it seems to work on his dog's nerves, an' when the col- lie can't stand it no longer, he slips out, lookin' for some of his own kind that's sober. He's soon get - tin' along fine with a bunch of his species, an' is sure enjoyin' himself when Goliar, who's roamin' from one joint to another, sets eyes on him. It's pickin's for this low - minded giant, an' it ain't long be- fore he's got this poor dog turned loose with a can hangin' to him. \The first charge the collie makes is in among the hosses that's tied to the rack, leavin' nothin' much on the pole but broken brid- le reins and hackamore ropes, an' quite a few of the celebrators are afoot. Then Mr. Dog starts for his friend an' partner, and when he tears into this saloon, the noise he's makin' wakens the little §hep- herd. The dog winds up whinin' on his master's knee. \This shepherd's face, that has always been smilin' an' happy, looks mighty war -like now, an' it wouldn't be healthy for the canner to be close to him. Seems like he's sober in a minute. While he's un- tyin' this can from his dog, the owner of this booze joint, who's a dog lover himself, steps over an' slippin' a forty-five into the sheep- herder's hand, whispers: 'That's Goliar's work; go get him, Shep.' 'But the sheepherder, who's cryin now, shakes his head an' re- fuses the wespon, sayin' he don't need no gun to clean up that big louse. Then he leaves without even askin' for a drink, his dog slink - in' close to his heels. He's quite a way up the street when Goliar spies him an' hollers: 'Go 'round 'em, Shep! Have you got all the black ones?' \Pullin' his gun, the giant starts liftin' the dirt around the shepherd's feet. \But the herder ain't gun-shy an' don't even side-step till one of the bullets graze the dog, who whines an' crowds his master's legs. Whirlin\round the gentle shepherd reaches down, picks up a good-sized boulder an' hurls it at Goliar, catchin' him on the point of the chin. Goliar straightens up an' falls his length, an' before he can recover the herder has tore the gun loose from the giant's clutches and is workin' him over with the barrel. \Some one wants to stop him, but the same feller that offers him the gun tells the crowd to stand back an' let Shep finish. The stud dealers, who's watched the play from the start, says: 'Goliar got his — that's sure enough David. The same as cards', history re- peats—I'd a -played Goliar with a copper.' \This Goliar is gathered up an' sent by the next stage to the hos- pital, where's he's nursed back to life. His nose is broke; the same with his right jaw, an' one of his ears has to be sewed on. \I ain't seen Goliar for years, but the last time I met him he's wearin' scars that's a map of the battle he had with David.\ —77 The Shepherd Burks • Boulder at \(Jolla r.\ HO JOE WOODY 9 FRIEND OF FAIIVWEATHER 9 LOST CHANCE TO WIN FA E AND FORTUNE II When the famous argonants under Bill Fairweather moved out of Ban - neck on their expedition which re- sluted in the giving to the world $100,000,000 in gold, and started the tide of immigration towards Mon- tana, one man, who should have gone with the expedition and made fame and fortune for himself remained in Bannock. His name was Joe Woody, and, except for a few ancient pio- neers who may recall hire, his very name is forgotten. The lure of the light that shone in the dark eyes of a young woman kept him away from Fairweather and his op- portunity. Woody was a young miser, popular about the new camp, and Fairweath- ed felt toward him as does a father toward a son. He was a good looking chap, broad of shoulder, long of limb, strong as an ox, and just the type of man who made friends on the raw frontier. The young woman in whom he was interested was known as Minnie Hu - hens. She was a handsome girl, one of whose forebears back a couple of generations had been an Indian wo- man. She came to Bannock early and found employment in one of the hurdy gurdies. In these days of re- form that does not sound very nice, but 60 years ago in Bannock the fact that a woman worked in a dance hall was no bar to her acquaintance with any man in the town. Her good looks and vivaciousness speedily made of her one of the camp favor- ites, and she could have married any one of several men who have since figured prominently in the history of the state. Woody Proposed Marriage. But Minnie preferred Joe, as the sunflower leans towards the sun. Woody became desperately attached to her, and after a quick and tempes- tuous wooing as he at out dances with her in the log hurdy gurdy which was the rendezvous of all Ban - neck, proposed marriage. The lights do not shine brightly In the Fort Hall Indian reservation, where Minnie had grown to young womanhood. and Bannock, with its crowded dance halls with music and all the excitement that goes with MONTANA COWPUNCHERS IN WILD WEST SHO AT AMERICAIN1 LAKE 'TAKE DOWN THE PRIZES The cowboy is a cowboy wherever you put him, and all sorts of trench - digging, grenade throwing and squad drill will never make him anything else, or any less at home on a horse. But for all that he 13 as ready to use a trench spade as a six-shooter, and as quick with a bayonet as he is with • rope. Out at Camp Lewis, American Lake, Wash., Montana cowboys are In evidence in every branch of the service and they are all making good. A cowboy is the type of man who makes good anywhere you put him, and they have showed that they make the best kind of artillerymen, Under command of Major Henry A.. Greene, commanding officer at Camp Lewis, a stampede was given recently with all the wild west fea- tures of old and some new ones, and among the hest riders, ropers and performers of other stunts with horses were the boys who have rid- den the range In Montana. Riding outlaw'', wall -scaling ex- hibitions, tent drill, grenade throw- ing, artillery maneuvers and other events were on the program. Promptly at the signal, all units ot the 91st division marched into the Eddie Warren, WoRtaas Cowboy at Camp Lewis, Wanklageon. great arena In battle array. The Thirteenth battalion, all negroem led by white officers, entered singing a war song. Then came thavowetinch - ere of the division, bronzed men from Montana and the adjoining plains and mountain states, many dressed in circus style, with Prince Albert coats and silk hats, and all riding the wild- est kind of horse's. Many of the mounts were total strangers to sad- dle and bridle and full of fight as bull pups. Then came the Infantry. The wild steers of the rodeo, sleek and active, entered into the spirit of the thing. With a roar each of the herd dashed Jilt° the arena, buck- ing fore and aft. They were armed, too, with long, sharp horns. and their bellows made the echoes resound. Bull strength challenged speed and skill. Whirling their ropes as their horses tore through the mud, the soldier -buckaroos picked hie steer. and In a minute the ropes shot taut and down went the steers. Among the stunts was a package race. The horsemen lined up at one end of the 530-yird arena. The prize packages lay at the other end of the enclosure. The trick was to reach the'package,s, put on the gar- ment enclosed in the bundle and ride back to the starting point. In a spray of mud and flying hoots the thing was done. Then there was bareback riding of wild Mules, steers and hortiro, and bronco riding in which men from eight western states took part, with the boys from Wo- tan* making a splendid showing. Throngh the three hours of sO114 fun the multitudes watched and cheered. wealth, quickly made and disbursed, its occasional shooting to add zest to the lives of those left unpunctured, was, to her primitive mind, what the Great White Way would be to the average high school girl of modern days. Joe was a prospector. Marriage with him might mean that she would have to leave Bannack. So she co- quetted, just as many other girls have done who found themselves be- tween good times and a husband who might be exacting and want all her attention. She put Joe off repeated- ly, and finally Woody told her that she must give him her final decision. She decided and her decision was for the bright lights of Bannack. The Fairweather Expedition. Woody sulked. About this time, when he was in the mood to go any- where, he met his old friend Bill Fairweather. Fairweather, with Ed- gar and other associates, was about ready to go out on the big prospect- ing trip which resulted in the dis- covery of Alder Gulch, richest placer find in the world. He invited Joe to become oae of the party. Joe ac- cepted. He had made id, his arrangements for his departure and the Fairweath- er expedition was scheduled to make the start the next morning when Min- nie heard of his decision. She hunt- ed him up and told him that if he did not go on the trip, which might mean that he would never come back, that she would marry him. Woody, delighted, promised to re- main in Bannock. He hunted up Fairweather and told him. The Fair- weather party went out the I next morning without him, and with them went Woody's great chance. Woody, delighted, promised to ro- an immediate marriage. She insisted on a few days' delay. The few day. stretched out into weeks, and one night the Fairweather expedition slipped back into Bannock. The members of the expedition gave evasive answers to all inquiries as to what they had found, but were buy - ins implies for another trip. Fairweather Told Secret. Woody hunted up Fairweather. Under promise of secrecy Fairweath: Cr told him of the wonderful discov- ery. H. also told him that he could not accompany the expedition hack to Alder gulch, as all the members were sworn to secrecy, but that if he would watch he could follow him and the men who had been sent to Ban- nock for provisions, and their trail would lead him to the place of dis- covery. Joe busted up his sweetheart. She was still coy and would not be defin- ite as to the date. Woody - felt that he had lost too much already to give the girl further consideration, and decided to go to the new diggings without her. So he got his pack ready and spent nearly all night dogging the steps of Fairweather, as per Instrus- tions. But it seems that the news of the strike had leaked out, and in the morning, close on the trail of the gold bunters, Joe, who expected to be alone, found half of the miners of Bannack. Claim Was Barren. There was nothing to do but to follow, and this he did. Fairweather had promised him that he would put him in close to discovery, and the old fellow made his word good when Al- der gulch was reached. Another miner set up his stakes on the same location, about the same time, and at the miners' meeting, at which all dif- ferences of this character were ad- justed, it was decided that Joe and his rival were the joint owners of the location. Joe and his new part- ner went to work, and in the course of two weeks' prospecting demon- strated that their land was on one of the barren spots in Alder gulch. The fact that the girl's unredeem- ed promise had kept him out of a fortune, besides the glamor that was about the little group of disnoverers, preyed on Woody's mind. He held her directly responsible for his hard luck, and the more gold the discover- ers took out the mora his mind hard- ened against her. But he went to work in the mines for day's pay, and In a short time at the going rate of $16 in gold dust per shift, was in funds. In the meantime, word had gone back to Renwick of the richness of the new discovery, and all Bannock, especially those residents who did not own good placer ground, started for Virginia City. Saloonmen, gamb- lers, merchants and women made the 100 -mile trek between the two places. With the crowd came Woody's light of love, partly in pursuit of adven- ture, but largely in quest of Joe. She sent for him. He refused to see her. She found employment in one of the new dance halls, where her good looks speedily won for her the queenship of the camp. Woman Plans Revenge. One night, Woody, flush with two week's pay in gold dust, drifted into the place. He bought many drinks, and fraternized with his old friends from Bannock, but kept away from Minnie. Friends endeavored to af- fect a reconciliation. Joe talked with her, but told her that she had cost him enough and refused to have nothing more to do with her. He could not forget that she had kept him away from his chance. Then the Indian blood in Mamie asserted itself. She felt herself flouted and wronged and resolved on revenge. In the train of her admir- ers was a young man who was after- wards identified with the Plummer baxd of bandits. She called him to her. \Would you do anything for me?\ she asked. \I would do anything,\ he replied. \Would you kill a man for me?\ \Show me the man,\ said the in- fatuated youth. \Then kill that big man at the bar,\ said the girl pointing to Joe Woody. In a moment th killer was in front of Joe with a revolver :n his hand. Minnie did not expect such quick action. icte, her sweetheart, was about to be killed. She scream- ed as her champion brought his re- volver to bear on'Woody, and sprang on him so 'olently that his aim was diverted and the bullet that was in- tended for Joe Woody made a harm- less puncture of the ceiling. The killer was disarmed; the row was over, time was precious in threw golden days. The prompter was call- ing for a Virginia Reel. According to good form of ro- mance, and the science of scenario writing, there should follow this dramatic recantration of the heroine, ready to drink of the gore of her re- calcatrant lover, tears, forgiveness, kisses, reconciliation, the whole cul- minating in a happy marriage by the miner -parson, while the husky min- ers fired guas and drank whisky in celebration of the happy event. But none of these things happened. Woody was a hard-headed young man who knew when he had enough. His red blood turned to water when it dawned upon him that be had al- most mated with a royal Bengal ti- gress. While the avenger went out the front door of the saloon in dis- gust at the quick change of heart of the girl whom he was ready to o murder for, the hero slipped out the back door, and when he closed It, he closed it forever on the portals of his affections for Minnie Ruben,. He continued his work in the gulch for a few weeks, and then drifted away and Virginia City knew him no mole. As for the girl, she mooned for s week and then proceeded to forget all about Joe Woody and his manly form with the chicken heart. There were plenty of other young miners who were glad to sit at her feet. In a few years she married a yotng stockman, who went into Idaho, where he became one of the great cattle barons of that statei She died a great grandmother a few years ago, and her progeny is well known and respected. Her granddaughter is a social queen of Boise, and is reputed to be the most beautiful woman la Idaho', capital, all of which would indicate that although Joe Woody was a quick quitter he was also • good picker. Town Swett Railroad. The town' of Denton ham brought suit against the Milwaukee Railroad company for $20,000 damage, The rompllint of the town alleges that when the Milwaukee built a bridge across Wolf creek, half a mile went of Denton, many plies were driven In the creek channel, which re - suited in the flooding of the town when the jam broke last March. It is claimed that this flooding re- su lted In damaging the streets sad sidewalks, for Which redress is asked.
