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Notice to Breeders
I have traded for the Frank Shoemaker
Shire stallion and have also purchased a
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this season.
SERVICE FEES
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Percheron Horse $10
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A FLIGHTFOR LIFE
The Story of a Rescue Trip In the
Mountains of Alaska.
BRAVE MEN AND SPEEDY DO’GS
An Act of Heroism That Saved a Wo
man and Her Sick Husband From
Death When Stranded on a Winter
Night Amid the Snow Clad Peake.
The hardships to which people are
exposed in the far north give frequent
occasion for the display of heroism.
In the pages of “Trailing and Camp
ing In Alaska” Mr. Addison M. Powell
tells of the rescue of a woman and her
hhsband who were stranded on the
mountains in an Alaskan vT-ter.
A dog team galloped up ^ stopped
In front of the only pretena. if a hotel
In Valdez. The night was dark, as the
northern winter nights always are
when the moon is not shining. The
dogs Immediately lay down, almost ex
hausted from their long trip, and the
two men were soon surrounded by In
quirlng friends. One of the two said:
“What do you think, fellows? We
passed a woman just this side of Saw
mill Camp. She was pulling a sled, on
which was her sick husband. We re
monstrated against her crossing the
glacier, but she replied that they
might as well die up there as any
where else, as it meant certain death
to stop. Our dogs could pull only our
outfit, and there wasn’t grub enough
for all, so we were compelled to leave
them. They will be at the last timber
tonight and if somebody doesn’t go to
their rescue they will be dead by this
time tomorrow.”
A man stepped out from the crowd
and said:
“I’ll go for one. Now, who else has
a good dog team to splice in with
mine?”
“Pm your man!” answered another.
It was 8 o’clock in the morning be
fore they had made their selection of
dogs and were ready to start on that
hazardous trig.
"We’ll be on the first bench by day
light and have them here before mid
night,” said one as he straightened out
the team for the sixty mile run.
“Yea, boys! Stand in there, Leader!
Mush, mush on, mush!” And with a
yelp the dogs galloped away as If
aware of the urgency of their mission.
“Haw, Leader!” we heard as they
turned the corner, and then they were
gone. “There goes the best dog team
in Alaska and driven by two of the
best-men on earth!” exclaimed a man
as he re-entered the house.
The trail was easily followed, and
soon the nine miles of level- bench
were passed. The speed slackened
only when they were ascending the
ridge, which they crossed by 11 that
morning, and there It was seen that
the sharp peaks were curling fine snow
high in the air.
“They are beginning to smoke!" ex
claimed one of the men.
“Yes; we must get back before night
or it’s all off,” replied the other.
Down, down, the steep descent they
plunged, and by 1 o’clock they were
off the glacier and skipping over level
ground. In a short time they dlscov
erel the unfortunate couple whom they
had started out to rescue, and when
they came up to them It was a pitiable
scene that presented itself.
The poor womnn had become com
pletely exhausted and had thrown her
self down beside her helpless husband.
She had evidently abandoned all hope
and was weeping bitterly when she
suddenly heard the yell of a driver
and the barking of dogs. In a mo
ment she passed from despair to hope.
As the team galloped In a circle and
stopped beside her with the dogs’
heads pointed back toward the glacier
she clapped her hands with Joy.
The dogs lay down and with their
lolling tongues lapped the.snow, while
the drivers ate some crackers and Jok
ingly encouraged the sick man and the
tired woman. They bade her seat her
self comfortably while they fastened
the two sleds together. - Soon they
were bounding away again at the dogs’
first speed.
When they recrossed the summit the
whole range was "smoking,” and the
wind was sending the fine snow along
the crust It whipped their faces with
a warning of what was coming, but
the driver said:
"Twenty miles to town, and It can
never catch us!”
In Valdez every one was anxiously
watching the trail. Many exclaimed,
“They can’t possibly be here before
midnight!” but they were. As they
rushed up to the crowd with a yell
and a chorus of barks from the noble
dogs they were met by eager, helping
hands. The dogs acted as If they had
understood why they were being pet
ted, and again the woman wept for
Joy. _
The Contingent Fee.
The following pointed note was writ
ten by Daniel Webster In answer to a
request that he take a certain case for
a contingent fee: “I do not desire em
ployment In professional matters, al
though 1 do sometimes engage In
them. But I never engage on contin
gencies merely, for that would make
me a mere party to a lawsuit"
Resourceful.
Gibbs—Your wife seems to be a re
sourceful woman. Dlbbs—Resourceful!
Why, the other day she put In a pane
of glass with chewing gum.—Boston
Transcript
Real coolness and self possession are
the indispensable accompaniments ot a
great, mind.—Dickens.
SHIPS JUST" LIKE'A VILLAGE.
Strange Little Worlds Are the 8outh
Pacifio Oceen Steamers.
Id tbo morning (bow strange at sea)
I was awakened by the bleating of n
lamb and by a lusty cockcrow. The
Royal Mall steamers of the west coast
are a strange little world. Built for an
ocean where storms - are, unknown,
they combine certain com.^L not to
be found on much more pretentious
boats.
Their saloons and cabins are excep
tionally large and open directly upon
the promenade decks that stretch the
entire length of the ship, there being,
properly speaking, no steerage and no
second class. The natives and others
who cannot afford the first class ticket
travel in the "cublerta," as It Is called,
a deck at the stern roofed wj.h canvas,
but otherwise open, where in pictur
esque confusion, surrount -d by hags
and bundles, they loll In 1- -c. mocks or
lie wrapped In shawls.
Toward this deck the hem rop faces
—a big two story affair, , i,.;iy t lied
with ripening fruits, bana -a.’, -n't;if_.es
and the like and partly w.th Ji.clns.
ducks and other forlorn 1 <z X.»Vfl.
fattening for the table. BetTesn
decks stand your beef and mutton on
the hoof, gazing mournfully up at you
as you look down the hatehwnys.
Upon this homelike boat, quiet and
contented, with no unseemly hurry,
you meander down the coast at ten
knots. The air Is soft as a caress, and
for at least eight months of the year
the sea Is as placid as a mountain
lake, a glassy mirror reflecting an
azure sky.—Ernest Plexotto in Scrib
ner’s Magazine.
POCKETS VERSUS HAND BAGS.
Real Reason of the Subjection of Wo
man to Man.
Civilized man finds It difficult to
make his way through life without a
dozen pockets. The ordinary walking
suit has fifteen. Civilized woman
makes hqy way through life without
pockets, depending on a single bag
carried in the hand. The professional
humorists have never tired of com
menting on woman’s pocketless condi
tion. but it is really no laughing mat
ter.
Here is a sex difference which is
something more than fashion, which
goes to the very heart of the subjec
tion of wom’an to man. If we accept
Spencer’s definition of the evolution
ary process as consisting in progress
from an Indefinite homegeneity to a
definite heterogeneity the superior po
sition of man is at once established.
His fifteen diversified pockets, each al
located to a separate use—watch, cigar
case, pocketknlfe, purse, newspaper
and package of garden seeds—need
only be contrasted with the single
reticule In which the female of the spe
cies stores away an unco-ordlnated
mass of handkerchiefs, toilet articles,
car fare, press clippings, telephone ad
dresses, dress goods samples, confec
tionery, memoranda and tradesmen’s
bills that have long been settled by
check.
Strong in his pockets, man walks
the earth free in the play of his upper
limbs, whereas woman sacrifices- the
use of her right arm before venturing
out in a world of street cars, motor
cars, moving staircases, elevators and
ticket booths.—New York Post
No Wonder She Behaved.
"I believe," said the minister, with
a twinkle in his eye, “that the saying
that children and fools tell the truth"
is true. The other day my wife and I
were Invited out to dinner. The chil
dren of the family were so remarka
bly well behaved that my wife re
marked:
“ ‘What lovely, well behaved children
yours are, Mrs. Brown!’
“Both Mr. and Mrs. Brown beamed
at this approval of their offspring,
when up piped little Mary, ‘Well, pa
said that if we didn’t behave he’d knock
our blocks off. didn’t you, pa?’ ’’—Moth
ers’ Magazine.
Royal Informality.
At Cadlnen, Emperor William’s mod
el farm in West Prussia, where he
loves to tramp about In rough clothes
and high top boots, there is a certain
blacksmith whose hand is never too
grimy for his kaiser to shake. The
Princess Victoria Lulse from earliest
years has shared her father’s liking
for the man's sterling qualities. One
day the emperor and princess, in com
pany with a high official, called at the
smithy. As its owner turned from
work to welcome them the kaiser in
troduced him as “a special friend of
my daughter’s.”—Pictorial Review.
Toasted Bugs.
An Insect much resembling the June
bug and found in great quantities in
the high plains about Quito, capital
of Ecuador, Is toasted and eaten as a
delicacy by the natives of that coun
try. It is sold in the streets in the
same i manner as are chestnuts in the
cities of this country. The roasted
bugs i taste very much like toasted
bread.
Not Well Pleased.
“I had to kill my dog this morning,”
said the boob.
"Was he mad?” asked the cheerful
idiot
“Well, he didn’t seem any too well
pleased,” replied the boob,—Cincinnati
Enquirer.
Most Interesting.
Woman is the most interesting thing
ever Invented. One half the world
spends its time writing about her, and
the other half spends dts time reading
about her.—Cincinnati Enquirer.
Never spend your money.1 before you
have it—Thomaa<Jefferaon.
—l ~ .
Dick Terry waved his hand careless
ly toward the stars and stripes flutter
ing from a nellfuboring flagpole.
"Oh, of course. I’ve got plenty of re
spect for the grand old rag, but one
can’t throw » flt every time It breaks
to the breeze!”
“Dash It all, Dick,” exclaimed Mon
roe irritably, "you’re almost Insuffera
ble since you took that trip abroad! Of
course one doesn't want the eagle to
scream all the time, but no American
bus got red blood in his veins If he
doesn’t feel a thrill of patriotic love
every time he salutes his country’s
flag. Walt until you’ve knocked around
the world as much as I have and you’ll
And that flag the sweetest sight you
ever witnessed. It’s the thing in your
college set to make light of these
things—but wait!”
*******
Five years afterward Dick Terry
found himself stranded in a remote
Chinese village, whose inhabitants
were excited over the reports of the
impending revolution. Ignorant and
superstitious and bating all foreigners
of whatever nationality, they fell upon
the luckless American and clapped
him into a fllthy lockup, to await what
ever punishment the local magistrate
should Inflict.
It was quite useless for Dick to as
sert that he was a -harmless American
citizen, who had attempted to shoot
the rapids of the upper Yangtze river
in a motorboat without guides or com
panions and had met with disaster in
the attempt. It was vain for him to
protest that he meant no harm to the
villagers and that he did not possess
the evil eye. nor did he wish to steal
their children for the dissecting room
of a Shanghai hospital.
They merely listened politely, shook
their round heads and locked him up.
The prison cell was a small atone
room in the magistrate's yamen. and,
after Dick had made a horrified exami
nation of the dirty walls and floor and
the moldy built in bed he sat down on
the edge of the latter and admitted it
was worse than he had expected.
"I don’t believe those fellows under
stood a word I said,” he muttered dis
consolately. “If they really knew that
I was an American and the son of a
banker in Shanghai they would let me
go. For all they know I may be a Ger
man”—
Just then he thought of his country’s
flag. What would it not mean if he
had carried, as many Americans did
when traveling abroad, a small silk
flag to toss in their yellow faces! But
Dick had never felt the real need of
his country's protection before, and so
he was unprepared to call upon her.
Ho looked disconsolately at his cloth
ing. If he had possessed the necessary
materials of the right colors he would
have hastily manufactured a flag. His
tweed suit was gray, his shirt a white
drill and his uecktle a brilliant red.
“If 1 ouly hud some of the right kind
of blue. I believe I'd try it” he mut-.
tered. But. of course, there wasn’t a
scrap, so he stared moodily at the rap
idly disappearing puteli of sunlight on
the dirty floor.
Just as it vanished, leaving the cell
cold and gray, a key grated in the lock
and the door wns pushed timidly in
ward.
Dick looked up and saw a Chinese
maiden tilting toward him with a
small tray on which were set a bowl of
steaming rice and a pot of tea.
He smiled as be got up and took it
from her hands. He bowed courteous
ly and said “thank you” several times
until she understood what be meant
and giggled delightedly. ^She was a
pretty girl according to Asiatic stand
ards, and Dick was impressed by the
rich quality of her garments. She
wore a handsome coat of some rich
blue satin embroidered in dull silver
butterflies.
The satin was the color of the blue
Held In the dag of the United States of
America.
Dick Terry had a daring thought.
With a charming smile he pointed to
her robe and lifted his eyebrows ques
tioningly. Me pointed to himself, and
then drawing off a diamond ring that
he wore he offered It to her in ex
change for her beautiful gown.
He had to repeat this pantomime
several times before the girl under
stood bis meaning, and, although she
looked longingly at the Jewel, she
shook her shining black hair and edged
timidly toward the door.
Then Dick became mutely eloquent
He gesticulated and smiled and nod
ded and pointed to bis red necktie and
extended his hands In appeal for a
piece of cloth of that color and repeat
ed the performance with a plea for
some blue material of the tint of her
robe, with sewing implements.
At last she appeared to understand
and closed the door after her vanish
ing form.
For long, dark hours after that Dick
was alone. He was waiting for the
reappearance of the Chinese girl,
whom he suspected to be a member of
the magistrate’s household. If she
brought the required materials he
might clumsily stitch a flag together,
and that would save his life on the
morrow. Without the protection of
the flag. whose stars and stripes would
explain so much to the hostile Til
lagers, as well as favorably imprest
tbe magistrate, he would probably be
come a victim to their superstitious
hatred.
The savagely grinning faces of ,hls
captors had warned him of their in
tentions. He knew that the hearing
before the magistrate would be a farce.
His life would pay the penalty of his
foolhardiness and his own people
would never know what had become of
him. They would most likely conjec
ture that be had perished In the cruel
rapids of the river, together with the
sunken motorboat
Just as he had reached the bottom
rung of despair be heard a sound at
the door, and Instantly he followed the
wall around until he stood beside the
partly opened door. He felt something
soft and silky thrust toward him, and
he grasped It thankfully, together with
the little hand, whose fingers terminat
ed in long, shell-llke nails.
He held the struggling hand long
enough to slip the diamond ring upon
one Unger, and then he let It go, and
as the door closed he hoard the same
delightful giggle that assured him that
maidens were the same the world over,
whether of the east or west.
If any one of Dick Terry’s college
mates had seen him that night they
would have found him employed in a
strange task. If Monroe had looked
In upon him he would have discovered
that the careless youth of five years
ago had departed and that here sat a
stern faced man calling upon his coun
try to save his life.
In the dim light of an 111 smelling oil
lamp which he had found by diligent
search and lighted with inntches from
his pocket Dick examined the offering
of the Chinese girl and found that she
had Indeed exceeded his wildest hopes.
There were several lengths of rich silk
—one of blue, one of red and a third
.of white. Wrapped in the folds were
needles and skeins of sewing silk.
His penknife was sharp, but it did
not entirely take the place of a pair
of scissors. His fingers were clumsy,
and he had not the least knowledge of
the mystery of needle and thread, but
he learned by experience And when
morning dawned gray and cold in the
prison cell he blew out the lamp and
looked at the product of his hands with
eyes whose lids were stiff with weari
ness.
He had made a flag—the flag of his
country. It was a strangely wrought
emblem. The red and white Btrlpes
were curiously zigzag In their mean
derings and the stitches were beyond
mention. It is sufficient to say that
they were strong. On the rich blue
field In the upper corner he had sewed
oddly pointed white stars, jagged from
the silk with his knife. It mattered
not that this flag of his bore only the
thirteen stars representing the original
thirteen states of the Union. He made
as many as he could and stopped.
Ar he looked at the product of his la
bors and realized what this flag meant
to him now when his life was at stake
he flushed hotly In remembrance of his
witless’speech to Monroe years before.
What was It he had said with that su
perior smile of his youthful, conceited
self?
“Oh, of course, I’ve got plenty of re
spect for the grand old rag, but one
can’t throw a fit every time It breaks
to the breeze.”
“I guess I’ll have a story to tell Mon
roe if I ever get out of this alive," he
muttered as be fell to concealing about
his person all the bits of silk that were
left from the flag. He had no wish to
implicate the girl in this matter.
A manservant brought his breakfast,
and when the meal was concluded the
American was led to the magistrate’s
audience chamber. Beneath his coat
was wrapped the American flag which
he had made during the night.
The hearing was a farce. Not one
present understood a word of anything
save Chinese, and( none of them ap
peared to recognize the different native
dialects with which Dick was familiar
and all of which he tried upon them
without success. It was plainly evi
dent that they wished to railroad him
through to a speedy execution, and he
had not the slightest doubt that they
could concoct a crime against him as
well as prove that he committed It.
The magistrate - was a large, sleepy
eyed, Indifferent individual, who ap
peared bored by the whole proceeding.
He waved Dick aside when the jtoung
man tried to speak and listened Im
movably to the complaints of the half
dozen rascally looking men who had
captured him. When they had con
cluded the magistrate uttered a few
sharp words and waved his hand In
dismissal.
As eager yellow hands were out
stretched to grasp him Dick opened his
coat, flashed out the silk flag and wrap
ped the stars and stripes about his
shoulders.
“Touch that if you dare!” he yelled,
and so eloquent was his voice and ges
ture that they understood and shrank
back, looking uneasily at the magis
trate.
That Individual scowled unpleasant
ly and pondered awhile. Then he ut
tered more sharp commands, and. In
accordance with the Chinese custom of
supplying some sort of victim for ev
ery sacrifice, the vociferous complain
ants were hustled forth to execution,
while Dick Terry was reluctantly es
corted to the river bank and permitted
to exchange several pieces of good Eng
lish gold for a dilapidated little sam
pan, In which he eventually reached
a treaty port, where he took a train
for Shanghai.
The silk flag occupies a place of hon
or In Dick Terry’s home, and he never
loses an opportunity to point a moral
by relating the story of how that flag
was made. j
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