Enter Today.
The lure of primal forces calls,
The ancient charm of sox endures,
The surge of old desire enthralls,
And primal woman man allures;
And yet alert, insistent, clear,
The voice of Dear Today I hear.
She Is not less serene and fair.
This daughter of Ten Thousand Year* ;
Because she hath the will to dare. I
Because she routs her olden fears;
file's modern woman, yet her part
o win and hold and rule the heart.
hfe talk of wives of Yesterday.
Strong-breasted mothers of the race,
TYho lived to bear and rear and pray.
Devout of life and fair of face,
Good Cynic, mourn not burled bliss.
For Dear Today is sweet to kiss.
—New York Times.
A Fever Resieter.
From the Washington ritar.
Professor Frederick Btarr, the dlstln
Kilslied anthropologist, was discussing |
Chicago the Roosevelt hunting trip.
< "Mr, Roosevelt,” ho said, "will en- j
counter very great dangers In the
Jungle, I don't mean the wild beasts; I
I mean the fevers. Mr. Roosevelt's is
pot the temperament to resist these i
dangers, either.
"His Is a heady, rushing tempera
ment; but the sort of temperament that l
keeps Jungle fever off Is like—like—
"J once hoarded a four-wheeler In
Plccadlly," said Professor Starr, "and
I hade the driver drive to Clarldge’s.
“He drove at a snail pace. Exas- !
perated—for I was already late for
luncheon—I put my head out and
.shouted:
" 'Look here, cabby, wo’re not going
ito a funeral!’
"The cabby looked at me, took out
Ills pipe and frowned.
" 'No,’ he said, 'and wo ain’t goln’ to
no bloomin’ fire, either.’ ”
It Is a mother’s duty lo keep constantly
on hand some reliable remedy (or use in
esse of sudden accident or mishap to the |
children. Hamlins Wizard Oil can be
depended upon for just such emergencies. I
Things to Think About.
The Incubator was Invented by the
ancient Egyptians. |
The Japuncse government has placed
an order In England for an entire gun
factory.
, The warship without funnels has
come In the British Indefatigable, which
“Will be propelled by internal combus
itlon engines.
j Miss Kang Tung Flh, of Canton,
China, Is registered among the students
,of narnard college. She Is a daughter
of Kang Tu Wei, the Chinese reformer. ,
By signing a treaty at Bangkok, I
Slam, IS,000 square miles of territory
lhavo been added to the British em
pire. Under the treaty British capital !
to the extent of $20,000,000 will be fur
nished for the construction of railroads
.south from Bangkok. I
Fredrlch Thell, a peasant of Rauda In
Saxony, whose leisure h'ours have been 1
•devoted to the study of Creek, Latin,
Hebrew. Sanskrit, Arabic and Gaelic,
Is 75 years old. He Is beginning to
study the English language.
TOLD TO VSK CUTICUBA
After Specialist Palled to Cure Her
lateaae Hekla* Keaema — Had
• Beea Tortared and IHaA*ared bat
Saoa Cared of Dreadful Humor. |
*1 contracted eczema and suffered
Intensely for about ten months. At
limes I thought I would scratch my
SMtf to pieces. My face and arms were
covered with large red patches, so that
I was ashamed to go out. I was ad
vised to go to a doctor who waa a spe
cialist in skin diseases, but I received
,very little relief. 1 tried every known
(remedy, with the same results. I
(thought I would never gat better until
m friend of mine told me to try the
Cutlcura Remedies. So I tried them,
and' after four or five applications of
Cutlcura Ointment I was relieved of
my unbearable Itching. I used two
aets of tbc Cutlcura Remedies, and I
am completely cured. Miss Barbara
Krai, Higblundtown, Md., Jan. 0, 1006.”
Potter Drug A Chem. Corp., Sole
t?ro|>s. of Cutlcura Remedies. Boston.
' * * XX"
Pointed Paragraphs.
Prom the Chicago News.
Matrimonial bonds are not negotiable.
A wise man Is continually adding to his
Wisdom.
The sacrifice you are glad to make Is
seldom a sacrifice
A theatrical star Isn't bright enough to
Illuminate the stage.
People who think they are goodlooking
support the photographers.
Go slow ami you won't have to sit down
and rest when you get there.
I Occasionally a man breaks his word
while telling the truth—If he stammers.
It takes more than paint and powder
to alter the complexion of a woman's
thoughts.
When It comes to looking on the bright
side of things one-sided views are apt
to be satisfactory.
When a young man gets engaged to a
girl he should marry her within a week;
otherwise she's apt to change her mind.
The little village of Buekland-ln-the
Moor has many claims to distinction.
It has a population of fewer than 100,
and entirely belongs to the Rev. W.
I’. Bastard, who lives at Buckland
Court and who has just celebrated his
golden wedding by entertaining his
tenuants. Time was when tbe "big
house" was looked upon as compris
ing half the population. Buckland Is
also unique inasmuch as It has no pub
lic house, no policemen, no physician,
no clergyman and no pauper. It is lr
the ABhburton church living, and al
old people there are pensioned by the
estate owner.
Three principal gauges of line art
used on the various railways tn th<
commonwealth of Australia. The mos
common gauge, 3t* feet, is used oi
about 7.000 miles of line scattered ovei
five of the stateB The 5 feet and 3 Incl
gauge is second In importance, and thi
t feet Htfc Inch gauge, used only In Nev
South Wales, third, with 1,472 miles o
line. There are also x2 miles of 2V
feet gauge and of 3 rptles of 2 fee
gauge. Standardization has been pro
posed, but no action has been taken.
The House of the Black
By F. L Pattee Ring 1 Copyright, 1905 I
CHAPTER XVII -Continued.
"What's the use?” he answered hot
ly. "They didn't go through that gap,
and you know ft. There hasn't been
any tracks through that gap since the
rain."
"Mmmm! So I hear. And you haln’t
got nobody up round the Farthing
house? Pretty efficient sheriff we’ve
got In this colinty. What have yeh
been doin’? Consulting the authorities
on pow-wowin’. I swann, I believe
I'll run for sheriff myself next fall."
There was the sound of brisk foot
steps; a large man was approaching
rapidly.
It was Allen Farthing.
Lem Fisher started from his seat and
stole Into the hack store as If the devil
had come. The sheriff arose, but said
nothing. All looked with hanging jaws
ns If tho man held a cocked rovolver
In either hand.
“I understand, gentlemen,” he began
at once, “that you have been In search
of me. I was over In the Wild
Meadows until 6 o'clock. When I got
home I learned about your visit and
came down as soon as I could get
away. Now, gentlemen, what can I
do for you?"
“It's a Me!” The words came from
the Squire in a smothered heap. "We’ve
got a dozen men right here who saw
you In the gap this afternoon, and saw
you run over the ridge. That talk
don’t go here."
"I arrest you, sir, In the name of the
law,” said the sheriff theatrically.
"Hold out your hands."
“There's no need of Irons, Mr. Sher
iff; I shall not resist or try to escape.”
"Hold 'em out," he ordered sharply.
The man obeyed without a word, and
the sharp “dick-click" was distinctly
heard by all.
“Did I understand you to say that
you was not with the hoys this after
noon when they run over tho ridge?"
asked Amos, elbowing his way to the
prisoner
"No. suh, I was not. You scared my
wife almost to death, but she had sand
enough to follow the mob, and she said
the boys und somebody else that lookod
to her to be a woman, ran down Into
Roaring Run and got through the gap.
I don't know a thing more’n that.” The
sheriff squirmed uneuslly at the men
tion of the escape through the gap.
"What did the boys run for?" cross
examined Amos.
“1 don't know more'n you do. They
probably got Into a panic, and from
what my wife says there was reason
for It. They'll come back; they’ll be
here In time for tho hearing. And
here, Squire Hartswlck, I demand n
hearing tomorrow morning. And I
wish somebody'd be kind enough to run
up and stay with my wife. She’s all
alone and frightfully nerved up. Won’t
somebody do It?”
"I'll go," volunteered Amos quickly.
"Glad to go. Don’t you worry one mite,
Mr. Farthing."
"I won’t forgot this, Amos,” said the
man feelingly. Amos arose and loft
the store.
“Got a idace for him Squire? I’ve
got a guard.” There was a business
ring In the sheriff’s voice.
"Yes; oh, yes. This way.” The
Squire bustled out into the darkness,
followed by the sheriff and his pris
oner. The men from Sugar Valley
arose and fell In behind.
For a time there was silence among
tho little group huddled about the store
door. Then tho voice of Lem Fisher
was heard from behind.
"I see It. It's clearer’n mud now. A1
Farthing wants to get into that house
•till. He’s goln’ to spend the night
there. Jest you mind what comes of
It. S’pose you can tie a haexor with
handcuffs? Nosuh. Tho devil's in It.
There'll be a dead body In that house
against tomorrow still. You notice
whnt I say."
It was fully 10 o’clock when Amos
Anally started up the turnpike for the
Farthing place. The summer night lay
dark and sultry upon the valley. There
was the threat of a thunderstorm; the
heat lightning played in ghostly flick
ers across the south; and the clouds
lay In snaky swaths, with here and
there livid patches where the stars
struggled feebly through. Save for the
nervous notes of a whip-poor-will in
the near meadow, and the steady drone
of the waters In the Run, the night was
silent.
Then t.n'xa oono'kt ncet^o,. onnn.l
men Amos caught nnctner sounu,
and straightened up to listen—the sound
of n horse and buggy approaching at
furious rate. The horse was evidently
speeding ns on a race track, and he
wns corning nearer every instant. Au
tomatically Amos stepped into the
ditch and held up his lantern. A mo
ment and the wild whirlwind was right
upon him, then It was gone, and the
hoof-beats and roaring wheels came
fainter and fainter from the distance.
It was dare-devil riding in a night like
that, The lantern had showed him a
single figure In the buggy, but whether
n mun or woman he could not tell.
Who coul4 It be plunging Into the
night In that mud fashion? Life In
deed was becoming strenuous in the
little valley.
He poked ahead again. As he canto
near to the Farthing place he caught
the glint of a light in the yard, and
made cut a figure beside It—a woman.
"Hello, there," he shouted reas
suringly. "It’s me. Amos Hard'n. Don't
you go to work and get seairt.”
"Oh, It's you. Amos?” Mrs. Farthing’s
voice. “I’m awfully glad you've come.
I’m worried 'most to death. Where's
| Allen? Is he all right?" She came
' close and locked Into his face,
"Snug’s a hug." he explained jovial
ly. "They up and arrested him, but
he's jest as safe as I cm,—jest exactly.
Don't you worry about him." His
cheery manner was reassuring.
"1 can't understand it," she went on
rapidly. "Jim came in jest a minute
ago on the run after the oolt. He said
he was going to Gum Stump after Doc
tor Kuack. He said Tom was all right,
but I must go quick as I could clown
to Miller's, for Loney was jest alive.
Then he hitched up the colt and drove
off the next minute."
"Sho! What 'spose he meant? Say,
I'd better harness right up, hadn't I?"
"Yes, I think you had. I’ll run in and
get my medicine box; I'll be ready
whe n you are.” He bustled into the
barn and In live minutes they were
driving down the pike.
"I van, M's. Farthing," he began
"This whole thing beats the Dutch
now, don't it?"
"What's it all about, Amos?" Hei
voice had a quiver iri it. "It came se
sudden. I can't think or straighten it
out. Seems like some kind of a night
mare.”
“Wal, I'll tell yeh, M's. Farthing; it'i
Jest like this." Thereupon he detallec
with fulness all that he knew of thi
matter from the first. Before he hae
finished, they were driving up the eras;
road to Poppy Miller's house.
The door was open and a light wa:
shining out. Then a voice, eager am
anxious, came from the darkness;
"Is that you, mother?”
"Yes —are you all right, Tom?”
"Oh. I'm glad you've come. Right
In this way. Don’t stop for anything."
He almost lifted her bodily from the
seat, and they rushed together Into the
house, closing the door behind them.
At once all was dark and silent.
Amos sat for a moment gazing blankly
at the place where they had vanished,
then he swore softly.
"Wal—I'll—be—dumbfuzzled!”
But nothing could long disconcert
Amos. It was evident that Mrs. Farth
ing’s stay was to be no short one; It
was equally evident that nothing was
required of him—at least for the pres
ent. Accordingly, he found a place for
his horse, sought out a comfortable
seat, and lighted his pipe. Thus forti
fied, he prepared for a long siege.
Mosquitoes sang their shrill songs
about him, a whip-poor-will came at
length within a few feet of where he
sat, so near that he could distinctly
hear the "chuck” at the end of each bar
of his score. The near Run filled the
night with Its drowsy monotone. Amos
leaned against the side of the house,
and then dozed oft with his pipe still
In hfci mouth.
He was awakened by a stealthy step
very near him, but, though bewildered,
he did not move or make a sound. A
man crept silently through the yard,
opened the back door of the kitchen,
and passed in. That was not Tom's
step, nor Poppy Miller’s. He listened
Intently and after a time heard the
mumble of a voice within, but he could
catch no syllable. There was some
thing strange about the affair.
Perhaps he could peer In at a win
dow, but the windows were not easy
to locate lri the old structure. Two he
found after cautious reconnolterlng, but
they were closed and tightly blinded.
Then he stole to the other side and
found a window partly open. He lifted
himself cautiously.
It was the window to what appeared
to be the pantry. The apartment be
yond seemed to be feebly lighted, as
with a candle.
All was silent. Then, by listening
hard, he heard a low sound as of some
one muttering disjolntedly, but he
could make out no words. Suddenly
sharp and clear rang out Squire Harts
wlck's voice. There was no mistak
ing It.
"But who put It on, I want to know?”
There was both fear and anger In the
tone. “Who was It? Did A1 Farthing
put It on?”
Again Amos heard nothing save the
low monotone.
"Here, damn It! quit that! Look me
In the eye, and stop that Jabbering!
You can't scare me, you blasted old
witch, with any such rigmarole 's that.
Speak up, or I’ll put you where you be
long. You mean Rose came here?”
The reply was audible now. It arose
In a walling tremolo, and It gathered
force ns went on until It became al
most a i-’liTlek.
"Ha, ha, ha! she comes here. She
comes to see me, and shan’t I help her
when she loves the very air he breathes,
when his eyes have looked at her and
she can’t sleep, when he'll have his re
venge? Ha, ha, ha! Let him look to
his daughter—Is she well? la she
happy? Is she fair now?”
"Here, quit It; do you mean Jim
Farthing?” .
"Ah, look—look—see! The old man,
her father—let me count his hours.
One, two, thre, four-"
"Stop, you damned hag! stop!"
“Five—- six— seven—oh. It’s not long
eonugh to.* be worth the countng-”
"What-"
"Then she'll marry him,—ha, ha, ha!
she'll marry him, and they'll divide It
up—oh, It'll be merry! All these years
he’s slaved for ’em and sold out his
very soul for 'em. And she’ll marry
him—See, those eyes, there’s revenge
in 'em. Ah. my God! Matthew Heller,
you’ve got revenge.”
"Stop!" thundered the old man, but
at that moment there was commotion
in front. Amos turned automatically.
"Run right In. doctor; don't stop to
rap.” It was Jim’s voice.
The kitchen door opened softly, and
Squire Hartwlck stole around the house
and down the road, passing not six
feet from the man under the window.
"Off after the sheriff, I’ll bet yeh,”
mumbled Amos, under his breath. Then
he went out to Interview Jim.
CHAPTER XVIII.
IN THE-HEART OF THE LIME
STONE.
It was 10 o’clock when Jim left the
Farthing place with the colt; It was
five minutes to 1 when he swung Into
Poppy Miller's yard, a record that has
never been equalled even by daylight.
The colt was streaming wet and drip
ping foatn, and she was blowing heav
ily. Jim began upon her Instantly,
freeing her from the buggy and harness
and rubbing her with vigor. It was at
this moment that Amos appeared.
"Why, you here, Amos, at this time
of night?"
“Yes; brought your mother down.
But what alls Loney? I han't seen a
soul."
"She's shot. Here, grab right hold
and help rub her down; she's about
blown.”
“Who shot her?"
"Don’t know him.” He was rubbing
away for dear life.
"What do you mean, Jim? Say what's
this all about? Tell a feller, won't
yeh?”
"There’s a cave down there," Jerk
ing his head toward the Run. "Lona
tok us In there when the mob chased
us."
"Naw. You're Jokin’. There ain’t
no cave."
“Well, there Is, and it’s fixed so you
couldn't find it In a year. Where's
father?"
"Down to the Squire's; they've ar
rested him. But who shot her?"
"After we'd been in the cave an hour
or two we heard somebody coming from
the other end. Lona made us run, but
we broke the lantern and they saw us."
' Who did?”
"Two fellows with a lantern, a big
one and a little one. The big one
swore when he saw us, and started to
shoot Tom. Lona Jumped for him anil
the pistol went off and hit her. Say
I'm going to see what the doctoi
thinks.” He bounded off into the dark
ness and Amos heard him open thf
door. After a moment he returned
"Doctor hain't said anything yet. Moth
er don't think there's much chance.”
"What did you do when he shot?'
Amos was getting his bearings slowly
"I made a rush for him, and got thf
better of him after a while. Ton
seemed kind of phased like. We tiec
the feller, though.”
“Sho! And where Is he now?”
"Tied in the horse stall there.” Hi
- Jerked his hand toward the old barn.
I "Jimmtny! you mean to say he'i
■ there now? By gum, le's go and see th<
critter."
i "I can't leave the horse, but you eai
1 take the lantern.”
"Wal now. I kinder guess I will
Sure he's tight?”
"He’s got all the ropes on him ther
Is about the place, and half the straps
in the harnees.”
Amos took the lantern and poked Into
the bam cautlosuly. In an old stall,
tied cruelly to the manger and the sidC
rails so he could neither sit nor lie,
stood a powerfully built man swathed
like a mummy in ropes and straps.
Amos raised his lantern and looked him
over much as he would the man-eater
In a circus.
“Say, for God's sake, Rube, can't you
let up a little on some of these straps?
My arms s e all dead.”
"Wal naow, I s’pose I could.” He
continued his examination, cocking the
lantern this way and that critically.
"Here, loosen this rope on the right,
won't yeh? It’s pulled tighter 'n hell.
8av, won't yeh?”
“Wal naow, that depends." Amos
continued his Investigation like a Judge
at a county fair scoring the fat pig.
The man had once been very good look
ing. He had a square, full face and a
large mustache, but there were marks
of dissipation In the eyes, and there
were brutality and weakness about the
mouth and Jaw. His reddish hair was
rumpled, giving him a desperate look.
“Look here. Rube.” He lowered his
voice confidentially, and spoke In oily
tone. “Want to earn five hundred?”
"Five hundred what?"
"Plunkers—greenbacks—dollars. Five
hundred dollars."
"You bet I do. I’d stand on my head
In a tar barrel for half the money."
“Then heres' your chance. You ease
up on the ropes here so I can get ’em
off, and I’ll pay you five hundred dol
lars.”
"Give me your note, or send a reg
istered letter?"
"No, the money’s In your hands, ev
ery dollar of It, before you untie a
single rope.”
“Sho! Then you must have It In
your pocket. Guess, seein’ you are
protty well tied, I'll sorter help my
self. It's hard work to untie knots.”
Ho climbed over the rail into the stall
and put down his lantern.
"Oh, I haln't got It with me.”
"I kinder 'sposed you hadn't.”
"But I can tell yeh where It's hid,
not far from here.”
"Pretty slick naow, ain’t yeh?"
"Honest now, that's straight. There’s
five hundred, and It’s yours the minute
you untie these ropes.”
"Say, mister, I’m green—greener ’n
10 car loads of calves, but I ain't green
clean through."
“Here, wait. I'll tell yeh what I’ll
do. You unhitch me so I can walk—
you needn’t untie my hands, and I’ll
show you where It Is. Then, when
you've got It, you can untie me and I’ll
skip. See?"
“What sort of place Is It hid In?”
"It's a cave and not a great ways
off.”
"Is It cash? Legal tender? Green
backs? Gold bricks?"
"It's part, cash and part postage
stamps, that's Just as good. Coma
quick now; untie these side ropes. Such
chances don't come only once In a life
time."
"Wal naow, you kinder Interest me,
darned if you don’t. Now you mention
it I do need five hundred pretty bad,
but I guess you’d better stay right here.
I've heard tell about that cave, and I
reckon I’ll try It. I’m kinder 'fraid
you’d ketch cold goln’ In there with
your hands tied." Amos climbed delib
erately back over the rail.
"Say, I’ll double it. Come on Rube.
You won’t And it if you do go in there.
Can't nobody but me find it.”
"Oh, don’t worry. I’ll find it all right.
I’m awful good on finding things; you
hain't got no Idea. Say, if one leg gets
to achin' too bad, why you Jest stand
a while on the other.” A spurt of curses
came from the man, but Amos did not
pause.
There was no one in sight.
He took up the brush and began to
rub again at the colt, but Jim appeared
after a moment.
"How does she seem to be?”
"Sho ain’t conscious yet. Not much
hope.”
Say, le’s you and me go Into that
cave. That feller In the barn says It’s
chuckfull of money and postage
stamps."
“All right; we may catch that other
man. Walt till I get that revolver.”
At that instant a harsh voice rang
suddenly out of the darkness behind
them, causing both men to jump con
vulsively.
"Halt there! Throw up your hands.
Up with ’em, or I’ll shoot. Automati
cally they obeyed.
“Jim Farthing, I arrest you In the
name of the law." The sheriff stepped
quickly forward and slipped on the
handcuffs. Then Squire Hartswlck
puffed into the circle of light.
"You here, Amos? with him? Why,
what does this mean?”
"I come down with M's Farthing, and
I’ve found out some thing sence I’ve
been here, too. Here, Sheriff, I demand
an investigation right off.” Amos
pressed eagerly forward. "That was
Loney Heller that run over the ridge
with the boys. She hid ’em In a cave
down here In the Run. There was some
men In it, and they shot her.”
“Cave? You’re raving crazy, Amos.”
The Squire came near and looked
curiously up Into his face.
“It’s God's truth. The doctor's In
there now, and the one that shot Loney
is here In the barn, tied. If you don’t
believe It, you come and look at him."
They followed him Into the barn. The
man stood sullen and defiant and made
no reply to the Sheriff's questions.
(Contiaued Next Weak.)
A Woman's Way.
Her husband will get “loaded,”
He'll go the primrose way;
He'll squander all his earnings
And leave her to work by day;
Yet when he Is arrested
For this, without a doubt.
She'll promptly leave her washing
And go and ball him out.
Her husband will deprive her
Of comforts in the home.
He'll club her and he'll snub her
And he'll go away to roam;
But does she say, “You scoundrel.
I'll Rave you oo for this?"
Ah, no, she tells her neighbors
That her life is perfect bliss.
And thus It Is she labors
To keep him In her heart,
To minimize his errors
Which leaves the sorest smart;
And though she's often foolish
In that she thwarts the laws,
Should you ask her why she does It
She'll answer you "Because.”
St. Louis Star.
Within tho Car.
From Tit-Bits.
“Fare.”
Tho passenger gave no heed.
Fare, please."
Still was the passenger oblivious.
"By the ejaculatory term fare," said
the conductor. "I imply no reference to
the state of the weather, the complex
ion of the admirable blonde you observe
In the contiguous seat, nor even to the
quality of service vouchsafed by this
philanthropic corporation. I merely al
lude, in a manner perhaps lacking In
detlcacy. but In conciseness, to the
monetary obligation syt up by your
presence in this car, and suggest that,
without contemperlng your celerity
1 with enunciation, you liquidate.”
At this point the passenger emerged
> from his trance.
Billiards was invented by a pawn
i broker in the I6th century. He used
to push the three brass balls—the in
signia of hts trade—about his counter
with a yardstick, using boxes, fastened
i to tho sides of his counter, for pocket*
' I
I
ABOUT THE INDIAN
Emerson Hough Describes
Great Movement to Force
the Red Man West.
—
Drawing a vivid, powerful picture of ,
the American Indian during the past
century and branding our treatment of
him as a national shame. Emerson
Hough in Hampton's Magazine for
April, describes the great movement to
force the red men west of the Mississ
ippi and Missouri and into Oklahoma.
In this first attempt ever made by a
popular magazine to tell the truth
about the Indian, the writer says: We
did not want the country beyond the
Missouri eighty or ninety years ago, so
we told the Indian he could have it
"forever.” To make it plain to him we
said that these lands should belong to
him "so long as the grass shall grow
and so long as water shall run." The
Indian believed that, but we never
meant it. In our subconsciousness we
intended to take these lands when we
needed them, but there had not yet
come enough stress for land to give
us reason for formulating our covert
thought.
In order to get in hand the savage
hunters of the northwest, Indian Com
-mlssioner Clark called a great council
of the tribes at Prairie du Chien, at
Just about the time the Marquis de La
fayette was visiting America. There
were some three thousand Indians at
the council. They were there because
of their inability to understand the
Idea of putting a limit to a man's
ownership In the surface of the earth.
The idea of a farm to them was as
foreign as the idea of Heaven is to us.
Up to this time the tribesmen had
roamed as they liked. Their horizon had
no limits. The Indian of old wore no
hat. Clark told them they must now
wear hats, so that they could not see
beyond the edge of their own lands. He
understood one trait of the Indian na
ture which fewr of us today appreciate.
.The Indian was a child, and a child
•who had always had his own way. He
was the original socialist and single
taxer. Indeed in his creed of life, no
man could own the soil. Two or three ,
tribes might use the same hunting
ground, but none was adjudged to own
dt, although all might fight for it.
When it came to a question of boun
daries, no Indian could understand
what a white man meant. “All the
world Is ours!" proudly said the savage
chief. i
It was a large task, that of the Red
Headed Chief, to show him that hence
forth each man must have only a j
small part of that land for his own: |
or else, with his tribe, occupy only a
certain district from which none might
roam. But Clark told the Indians at
Prairie du Chien that after this each
tribe must agree to limits for its hunt
ings grounds. The Sioux must stop
at such and such a river, the OJibways
thus and so, the Iowas thus, the Sacs
and Foxes tills. Or else, said William
Clark, they must consent to move west
of the Missouri, to a vast beautiful
land offered them by the Great Father,
"where the white man would never
come." The ancient system of tribal
government was not yet assailed. They
were only asked to move from their
old homes.
Like children, mournfully and piti
fully logical, the red chiefs rose and
spoke in the council of Prairie du
Chien. One after another said: “I
leave the land of my fathers. I leave
the graves of my people. I go to this
land where the white man will never
come."
At St. Louis still later council was
held, and we gave the Indians about
*20,000 worth of useless presents, pres- I
ents such as children or imbeciles
might value, and explained to them
that, since King George was gone for
ever, we would now take care of them
and would regard them forever as our
children. The Indians swore to remain
true to this government and to no
other. They have kept their oath. j
evidence Tor immonamy.
By John J. Ingalls.
Many years ago I heard a dis
tinguished American orator deliver a
lecture upon the evidence of immor
tality outside the bible. In the stress
and pressure of the closing days of
a short session of congress he held the
rapt and breathless attention of an
immense audience, comprising all that
was most cultured, brilliant and re
nowned in the social and official life
of the capital.
He dwelt with remarkable effec
tiveness and power upon the fact that
nowhere in nature, from the highest
to the lowest, was an instinct, an im
pulse, a desire implanted, but that ul
timately were found the conditions and
and the opportunities for its fullest
realization. He Instanced the wild
fowl, that, moved by some mysterious
, impulse, start on their prodigious mi
grations from the frozen fens of the
pole and reach at last the shining
South and the summer seas; the fish
that from tropic gulfs seek their
spawning grounds in the cool, bright
rivers of the North; the bees that find
in the garniture of fields and forests
the treasure with which they store
their cells, and even the wolf, the lion
and the tiger, that are provided with ,
their prey.
Turning to humanity, he alluded to
the brevity of life; its incompleteness,
its aimless, random and fragmentary ,
careers; its tragedies, its injustice, its
sorrows and separations. Then he re
ferred to the insatiable hunger for
knowledge, the efforts of the uncon
querable mind to penetrate the myste
ries of the future; its capacity to com
prehend infinity and eternity; its de
sire for the companionship of the de
parted; its unquenchable aspirations
for immortality, and he asked, "Why
should God keep faith with the beast,
the bee, the fish and the fowl, and
cheat man?”
The Peripatetic Bugle.
“That's true, and at the same time
it's false,” said Senator Aldrich in a
tariff argument In Washington. "In
fact. It is like the age of the Bugle.
"In a boom town in my youth, a
town of frame and canvas that had
sprung up almost in a night, I said to
the grizzled editor of the Bugle;
“ 'How can your paper be in its 34th
year when this town is only six weeks
old?'
" 'Because it's the same old press
and the same M type I started out
with 33 years ago,' the editor replied.
‘Towns may come and towns may go,
but the Bugle, Nelson, goes on for
ever.' ”
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ways of Sweden. The first line to be
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ity that between Kiruna. the center of
i the great iron ore fields of Lapland,
and the Norwegian frontier, a distance
, of 81 miles.
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Edward VII., Victor Emmanuel and Al
fonso Charmed by Ohio School
Teacher.
More than one-third of the fuss which
the people of Dayonto, Ohio, made over
the Wright brothers upon their
triumphant return from aerial con
quests in Europe was showered upon
Miss Katherine Wright.
A few short months ago this young
woman, a school teacher in Dayton, was
literally Jumped from her classes to
the presence of the three most popular
kings of Europe—Edward of England,
Alfonso of Spain and Victor Emmanuel
of Italy.
During the long years of experimenta
tion in the Ohio town where they lived
she cheered them up in their failures,
nursed them when they were injured
by falls and was the first to cheer them
when they met with their first tempor
ary success.
When Orville fell at the airship test
ing ground near Washington, D. C.,
last spring, and was injured, Katherine
was there to nurse him back to
strength. This was when Lieutenant
Selfridge, of the United States army,
was killed.
Later she left her school in Dayton
and went with Orville to Join Wilbur in
Paris. Upon her arrival there she
found herself the center of attraction.
The best people In the land called upon
her and finally she had the remarkable
experience of meeting the three kings,
who went In their automobiles to sea
her brother make a flight.
The kings did not merely shake her
by the hand as they do most Ameri
can women, and pass them along th«
reception line, but they stood on tha
common earth and talked with her
about her experiences In the air, and
tried to find out what she knew about
aviation.
They found, to their amazement, that
she knows, thereotically, quite as much
as her tw*> big brothsrs, and the kings
then gathered around and chatted with
thin plain Ohio girl school teacher. Just
as though she was the greatest princess
in Europe. So far as known all of th«
kings went away delighted with her
manner and amazed at her knowledg*
of aviation.
It Is said that King Alfonso shook her
hand again and invited her to call upon
his queen. Then King Edward shook
her hand a second time and said hs
"was charmed to meet her and hoped
they would meet again.”
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