The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923, May 20, 1904, Image 7
JEJUS9fS twyi2 5flrw!w.T -s y"V 23:SWO- .n w - -rn?rfVVf"frrti v ' i vr? 1 iir- " u, &. Jw W JXL, &8&? JOHN BURT Author of "Tho Kldnspred Mlllionalrei," Coi'TitiojiT. ISXM, nr FnEUIHIKK Ul'IfAU AtUMS .Ml rights reserved 882882 tmim CHAPTER XII. Continued. Two hundred foot from thu house h (ifig paused nml sniffed the nlr. Then, with a yelp, he plunged to the right, mnilo for a rock which showed dim through tho snow, and burrowed frantically Into a drllt on Its leeward side. In tho white mass Make saw a darn object, and as ho reached the 4 rock It moved. The next Instant a bearded face appeared from the folds of n heavy fur overcoat, and a man struggled unsteadily to his foet. "Can you walk?" shouted Ulako, grasping him by the arm. "1 think so," said the stranger, as he grasped the rope. "How far Is It?" "Not far." replied Blake, encour agingly. "Pull ou the rope. It will help you." Once in the cabin, the Rtrangor seated himself near the stove, while Make produced a llask and heaped f fuel on the fire. "Keep your hands and feet nway from the stove, If they aro fro.en," cautioned Dlake. "I'm not frostbitten," was Ihe stranger's reply, as ho clapped his hands vigorously and pinched his ears. 1 was completely done for. If you hadn't found me when you did." he said with much fooling, a he ex tended his hand, "I should never have left there allvo!" At the sound of the man's voice .Tames Dlake started and gazed in tently at him. When tho bearded -stranger raised his eyes and offered his hand the recognition was com plete. "John Durt, or I'm a ghost! Don't you know me, John?" "Jim Blake!" The New Knglander is not demon strative in his emotions or affections, but the joy which danced In the eyes of these reunited friends as they ihook hnnds and slapped each other rm the back was mote eloquent than words. "This seems too good to be true, Jim!" exclaimed John, his hand on Jim's shoulder. "But for you. old chum, my California experience would have been ended. How small the world Is, that wo should meet here, of all places on earth!" W "Take off your clothes and get Into bed. John," directed Blake, as ho pushed John Into a chair and tugged at his fro.en boots. "Do as I toll you nnd you'll bo all right. I.io (pilet and rest. Don't talk, but keep awake." Several times, during tho next two hours. John fell Into a drowse, but by force of will he roused himself. The reaction after the awful struggle in the drifts was severe, but ho mas tered It nnd was himself again. Blake exhausted the resources of his larder in a dinner, which John enjoyed ns never before In his life, and Dog did nat co htinerv. Then pipes wero produced, and, seated near tho red-hot stove, the two friends recounted some of tho events which had markod their lives during the preceding six years. It seemed ages to both of them. Tho strlpllngB of seventeen wero now stalwart men. Dlake llstonod eagerly to his friend's recital of the ovents leading up to tho quarrel with Arthur Morris. Jim clenched his hands and leaned ex citedly forward when John told of the struggle lth Morris in tho tavern. "I have sometimes thought," said . John, "that I should havo remained "r nnd faced tho charge of murder which might have been made against mo. That was my flrst Impulse. I did not kill Morris, and It Is only by chance that he did not kill mo. Tho rovolver was still In his hand when ho fell, though I had bent his wrist so that he could not turn It against me. It was ono of those new self-cooking weapons nnd Morris Hhot hlmsolf. But I had no witnesses, and Grandfather Burt and and others advised mo to put myself beyond the reach of a prosecution In which all the money and influenco would havo boen against tne. But toll mo of yourself, Jim. What hovo you dono In California, and whHt has tho Golden State dono tor you?" "It would tako mo a week, John, to tetl my experioncos of the last five yR';s," paid Jim Dlake, tossing an otfier log Into tho Are. "Most of thorn would not interest you, somo might amuso you, anil others would make you mad. I've boon rich threo times, John, and In lovo twlco no, threo times." By FREDERICK UPHAM ADAMS "I "Colonel Monro' Doctrine," Ctc, CoPTKimrr, 1&02. iit J. DtlBXKL DIUDLB "Mow rich and how badly In love?" ".My strokes of fortune ami my love affair nro all Jumbled together," ex plained Dlake, laughing heartily. "You'll have a bad opinion of mo, John, but I've reformed and am going to lend a better life. I made my first strike on the Utile Calaveras. Talk about luck! That was a funny thing. 1 broke my neck and discovered a gold mine and a sweetheart lu doing It'" "Broke your neck? Surely you're Justing"' "It's a fact. Just tho same," as sorted Blnke, thoughtfully rubbing tho back of his neck, which showed no Rlgns of fracture. "I was a greenhorn then, and my prospecting expeditions were the Joko of tho old stagers. I bought a horso and a Mexican Baddle and prowled through all the moun tains and foothills back of tho Uttle Calaveras. One afternoon I was fol lowing a trail that skirted along the side of a mountain. There's a lot of wooilchucks In those hills, and In bur rowing uround ono of them loosened a rock, which came rolling down In my direction. My horso saw and heard it. and shied off tho trail. Ho slid about twenty foot and then fell, and as he went my right foot went through tho stirrup. He rolled over me. and wo started down tho slope. Sometimes I was on top, and some times ho was on top. "Four or Ave hundred feet below I saw a thin row of trees, and I knew they marked tho edge of a cliff. For some reason there's most always a fringe of trees at these Jumping off places. Wo wore going like lightning. Just as we nearod the edgo the horse rolled over wo again. As I camo on top I saw that wo wore going to pass between two small trees. A big rock slewed the horse around, and he went down head flrst. I grabbed at a tree, nnd by tho merest chance threw my free leg around it. I hold llko grim death to a coon, and heard tho leather snap us the horso went over the precipice. If It had been a first class baddle I wouldn't be here to tell the tale. I was hanging down over the cliff. It was eighteen hun dred feet deep to tho first stopping place, and I saw that horse, all spraddled out, turn over and over In the air. I closed my eyes so ns not to sou him strike. Then I crawled back a few feet and sat down behind a rock. That's the last thing I re membei until I woko up In bed. An old doctor, whose breath smelled of liquor, was bending over me, and near him was ono of tho prettiest girls I ever saw. Sho and her father were approaching me when I started to slide down the mountain. Her name was Jenny Itogers." Jim slghod and paused. "This is growing romantic, but how about the broken nock?" asked John. "It was broken, or dislocated, which Is about tho same thing," continued Blake. "Jenny's father know of an old Spanish doctor, about forty miles away, and wont for him. Ho wns a wonder on bones. Ho was black as an Indian and uglier than sin. He felt around my neck, swore softly In Spanish, rolled mo over on my face, climbed on my bank, Jabbed his knees into my shoulder blades, and grabbed mo by the jaws. Ho gavo my head a quick wrench. 1 saw a thousand sky rockets; something cracked and I be came senseless. When I awoko ho had my neck In splints, and was jab bering Spanish to Itogers. Ho said ho was tho only whlto man In the world who could sot a broken neck, and l guess ho was. Ho had learned tho trick from an Indian medicino man. Ho charged mo twenty-five dol lars, and told mo to He qulot for a week. Jenny Rogers nursed me, and of course I fell in lovo with her. I was In tholr cabin, and near by Mr. Honors had located somo valuable claims. "Hero Is tho most remarkable part of this story," Dlake went on, "When I was able to dress I picked up that cursed Mexican stirrup to seo how tho leather happoned to break. It was a steel affair, and I noticed somo bright yellow spota In tho crovlces. Blamed If It wasn't gold! I didn't say a word, but whon I was strong enough I wont back and climbed slowly d!wn tho placo whoro my horso foil. It was easy to follow it. Near tho edgo of tho cliff I found an outcropping of gold-bearing oro, and tho mark of whore tho metal part of my stirrup A. had scratched it. I staked otit n claim and sold It to Jenny's father for a hundred and twenty-live thousand dollars He's made two millions out of It. I made lovo to Jetfliy, nnd I think sho would have hnd me, but I went to San Francisco and dropped the hundred and twenty-five thousand on the mining exchange. I went back nnd asked Jenny to wait until I niado ; another fortune. She said she'd think about It. I guess sho did. A year later she married a man who Is now a United States Senator.. So I broke my neck, lost my fortune and my sweetheart all In less than a year." "And what havo you now?" "This mountain chateau," replied Dlake, with a lordly swoop of his arm, "and n hole In the ground back of It. Then I have a fine view of tho valley, a good appetite, a slumbering con science, and and Dog, here, who never upbraids mo for being bovoii kinds of a fool. John told tho story of tho dying sailor and his map, and rend an ex tract from Deter Hurt's letter. Then ho produced the map, and they spread it out on tho tabic and examined It by the light of tho lantern. "I followed tho trail all right," ex plained John, "until tho storm act In. nnd then I had to feel my woy. Do foro I lost my bearings I wan 'about two miles from tho point whoro this sailor claims to have found gold. I kept near the edgo of the cliff until I could go no further, nnd then curled up behind that rock In the hopo that tho storm would cease." Dlake studied tho map with grow ing Interest and excitement. With a splinter from a log as a marker ho traced the trail. "I know every foot of it!" he ex claimed, resting tho point of tho splinter on a round spot on the map. "Here Is Fisher's Ijiko. You camo that far by stage. Hero Is tho crook which you follow for seven miles un til you como to the old Wormley trail. You tako that to tho cliffs, and go along tho cliffs until you cross four brooks and come to tho fifth one. You wero within a hundred yards of that fifth stream, John. Now let's seo the key to this thing." John handed him the letter. " 'From the east faco of the squaro rock, on the north bank of the brook, at tho edgo of the cliff,' " rea'd Dlake. "I know tho rock well. loot's seo. 'Thence east along tho bank of the brook in a straight line four hundred and twenty-two feet, and then north nt right angles, sixty-seven feet to the base of the tallest pine in tho neigh borhood.' " Dlake rushed to the door, forgetful of the storm, to verify his suspicions. He pushed It open an Inch, but a solid bank of snow blocked tho way. "Whero do you supposa tho baso ot that plno tree Is?" ho demanded. Without waiting for a reply he found a hatchet and tapped the clay floor until he located a spot which gave a deadened sound. Then he chopped away a few Inches of packed dirt and sank the blade Into a solid substance, "There's the baso of tho big pine treo described by your dead snllor, and I'll bet my ltfe on It," lie shouted. And hero are sections of tho tree," he continued, pointing to tho logs which formed tho foundation of tho cabin. "I'm dead suro of it, John. It's about a hundred and forty yards from here to the edgo of tho cliff. I know, for I measured It. And its about twenty yards to tho brook. What Is more conclusive, this was by far the largest tree anywhero around. That's why I located the cabin here. loot's seo what comes next!" His eyes glis tened with excitement. Tho instructions wero to measuro three hundred and eighteen feet north from tho baso of tho tree nnd thence east to a carefully described rock, which Dlako remembered. This was the base of tho Incline. Within a hun dred yards of this rock the key lo cated threo golii-Uearlng quartz ledges. (To bo continued.) HAD BEEN CHASING RABBITS. Naturally Dreamer Had Not Enjoyed His Sleep. "A man down In my country," said Representative Clayton of Alabama, "saw a dog sleeping In tho sun. Tho dog was twitching nnd starting as dogs sometimes da in their sleep. Tho mnn said, 'I'd llko to know what that dog Is dreaming about.' " 'Easy enough,' replied an old chap who stood by. 'You Just put a chip on that dog's car nnd loavo it thcro until he wakes up. Then you take that chip and put it on your chest whon you go to bed to-night and you will dream of what tho dog is dreaming of now.' "Tho follow got a chip and put it on the dog's ear and stood around until the dog waked up and brushed it off. He put tho chip on his chest whon ho went to bed that night. Next morning I saw him coming listlessly down the street. " 'What'3 tho matter?' I said. 'What was tho dog droamlng about?' " 'Oh,' he auswored, 'I'm clean tuck ered out. I was chasing rablbts all night long.'" Public to Own Telephones, It has been announced that the British poatofflco propose to exercise Its right to buy out the Great National Telephone Company at tho end of the present yoar. This action by the government la tho first step toward breaking up tho monopoly which hai shackled and curbed the dovolopment of telophoncs in the United Kingdom. With low rates and quick servlco the public will bo provided with a system such as has herotoforo boen undream ed of. Tho poatofflco has already provided a system for a great part ol London at a charge less than HO, fir 90 per cent ot its subscribers. pU TO Ot vstIkLj A Song of Spring. Ant II nt the loom of ("prliiR what I It hIii. ne.ives? tolden Minllitlit, Oliver idiovver Velvet Kr.iMs mill triiKi.iut Movver. llloji'oniM pink nml buds of hu-i-ii, IIIIIm wild purple Miles between, (lurdrn vines nml nrehnrd trets Ktlll of lionov tor I lie hees. Ho:ik In all the Klmdnvved nooks, Monk: In the meadow 'irookx, April nt the loom of xprlng, What Is It she weaves',' I'octtv In ever tliltiK. l.yries In the le.ive! April nt the loom of uprlnr. Mow the shinties tly' Kllver rain ami golden rny, WonJer-fahrle of tho iliiv Willi fantastic tlwiri'N fair Wrought upon It everywhere; llowers of heauty. hotirhs of bird, Ilrolileieil Ileitis wllh printed wolds. Woven rotor, seetit, and Hound In the nlr and ou the Knuiiul; April at the loom of nprliig. How the ohilttle y! Poetry In everything Karlh and nea and xky! -Krjink Dempster Hherm.m In Woman's Hume (.ouipituion It Makes You Look Green. Darken the room. Now pour half a pint of methylutod spirit Into a pan, place a handful of ordinary table salt In It, and then set fire to It. It will flare up In an Instant, nnd give every one In tho room a weird and hideous nppenranco. It you want the ilaine to lie green, use nitrate of barium Instead of salt. Or If you prefer rod use nitrate of strontium In place of salt. Another trick Is to take beforehand n little nltrato ot strontium, dissolve it lu a little hot water: then tako pieces of whlto tlssuo paper, dip them into tho solution, and then hang them up to dry. Then, when you aro ready, touch a match to theso pieces of paper, and they will burn with a brilliant red flash. If you combine this with tho "green" trick I. e., perform tho two tricks at the same time tho effect will be weird beyond description. Home-Made Vitriol Battery. Tho blue vltilol bnttury Is used nearly altogether for telegraph work, and you can make ono easily by tak ing a deep saucer or plate and a plcco of shoot zinc In It, four Inches long and three inches wide and of any thickness, tho thicker It is tho longer it will last. Tho blue vitriol will cost 10 cents a pound. Bend up one end as In figure 1, and boro a hole In It so that a No. 18 wlro will fit fairly tight. If you have not got a No. 18 copper wire. Iron or brass rG, wlro will do, or a different sized cop por wlro. This wire should bo a foot long. Wrap this In blotting paper ex cept tho turned up pnrt and lay on the bottom of tho dish. Next make a piece of copper or lead In tho samo way. Kay this on tho zinc. Do not wrap this In blotting paper. Take a glass of water and dissolve v powdered blue vitriol until no more will dissolve, when stirred up. Pour this over the plates until they aro all covered. Do careful of the blue vitriol. It is Dolson. Do not get it into a cut. Baby Parks in Japan. Have you ever heard of tho won derful dwarf trees In Japan? It is said that several specimens aro to be seen in tho Roman garden owned by a North Philadelphia family. Theso dwarf trees aro perfect in every respect, with gnarled trunks and twlstod branches but are only a foot or two in height. In Japan dwarf parks are laid out filled with theso tiny trees, nnd little bits of streams of water and bridges and walks, aro put In hero and there. Instead of grass a cunning tiny green moss is used. And In tho tiny (two or threo Inch) flower beds tho most wonderful llttlo Alpine flowers are Jo bo found, Tho wholo park, trees, flower beds, streams, bridges nnd nil, would stnnd easily on an ordinary dining table. No other people In tho world know how to dwarf trees. It is a secret carefully preserved by tho Japanese Toklo's Clocks. You know, boys and girls, we havo our day divided up Into twenty-four hours, beginning at 12 and ending at 12. But tho Japaneso divide tholr tlmo Into twelve parts. Thoro nro nlways jix parts boloiglng to tho night and ilx to tho day. The day begins at sun rise and ends at sunset. And no mat ter whether tho day bo long nnd tho light short, or tho day short nnd tho light long, each ono always consists if six parts. You know thcro aro two hnnds to our clock. Thoro nro two hands also to tho Toklo clock, but tho difforenco between their clock and ours Is lu tho numbers ou tho fneo of tho clock. Our numbers stay exactly whero tho clock maker put them in tho flrst place, but lu tho Toklo clock tho num bers can be shoved from ono jxisltlon to another by tho man who owns tho clock. Tho sunrise number Is nlways moved to keep pace with the tlmo of the sunrise, and tho sanio thing In done with the sunset number. And then tho flvo numbers between them aro moved until they devtde tho dny Into six exactly equal parts. So you see It makes no difforenco to thu Japaneso people whether tho days aro long or short they can nl ways make their clocks suit the length of the dnya. They do not count 1. 2, 3, 4. C, 6, etc., as wo do. but, beginning with 9, they count 3, 8, 7, t, C, 4, 3. Home-Made Battery. Take four fruit Jars holding about 1 quart, fill them with a solution of H pnrt sulphuric acid to "i part water, 2-8 full, and put n strip of zinc and a strip of coppur In each one. Now solder a pleco of wlro from tho copper to the zinc, as shown In cut. This la a very powerful battery. How Jap Children Write. Tho pens used by tho children of Japan consist of bamboo nnd rabbits' hair. Tho pen Itself is a tiny brush of hair tied to tho end of a bamboo stick. It doesn't socm possible thnt writing under such circumstances could bo good, but Japanese children really wrlto very well, Indeed, A Home Made Ball. There arc many kinds of balls for sale In tho shops, but most ot thorn nro too hard for ordnary hand playing. The writer of this has never seen any thing to equal tho balls ho used to mnke for himself when ho was a boy, and ho wants to tell tho other boys how he did it. Got a perfectly round orange and cut tho peel Into even quarters, num bering them at ono end so as to be ablo to put them together again in their proper order. Ask your mother or your sister for a pair of discarded kid gloves with long wrists, nnd out of theso wrists cut four pieces exactly like tho four pieces of ornngo peel. Numbor them ns you ilid tho pieces of peel, and with linen thread sow over, nnd over three seams, llius putting tho four pieces together, but leaving ono seam open. This Is the cover for your ball. Get n solid rubber hall about three quarters of an inch in diameter, and on It wind tho common woolon.yarn of which stockjngs aro made. You enn buy tho ynrn ot a shop, or, if you can got an old stocking, ravel It out. Do the winding evenly, so ns to keep tho ball perfectly round, and try it now nnd then to seo whether It is lnrgo enough for your cover. You must make It bo that It will fit in tho cover exactly, and then you draw tho re PRETTY 8MOKE RINGS. You havo all socn smokers blow from their mouths rings ot smoke which twist and curl about, growing larger as they float through tho nlr until Anally they break and fado nway. Perhaps you have scon others try to do this very trick and fail, although they cannot toll why. Somo men The Smoke Whirling from the Box. can scarcely blow any smoko from their mouths without making rings, whllo tho mouths ot others aro so formed that they cannot roako a nlnglo ring, no nutter how much they try. Smoko rings nro mado by tho parti cles of smoko all revolving In tho samo direction, whirling around in a circle, pursuing each othor In a sort of smoky "follow tho leader" fashion. As soon as they stop whirling about in a clrclo thoy separate and drift away In an ordinary cloud of smoko. Get an old bat box or pasteboard box ot some sort, and in the bottom cut a round holo about six Inches In diameter. Now fit somo old blotters in tho cover of the box, and on the blotters pour somo ammonia, just enough to soak tho blotters so that maining edges together nnd sow them over and over ns you aid tho other scams. Tho boy who uses n ball of this kind will never willingly uso nny other. It is plonty hard enough, and yet It Is soft to tho touch, and the rubber center gives it all tho uoedeJ bounce. More " Donts." For Doys. Don't fltuoko clgarettos. Don't swear. Don't neglect mother for pleasure. Don't think only ot dress. lon't eat nil your sister's fudgo on the sly and then write to tho column nnd denounce it. Don't ever wear n soiled collar. Don't run down girls after taking ono to the theatre. For Girls. Don't wenr a massive pompadour. Don't wear a rat in your hair! Don't flirt. Don't stand on tho corner talking with boys. Don't fall to bo pleasant to every one. Don't talk loud or giggle on tha street. Don't chow gum. Remembered He Was a King. A pretty story of tho young King of Spain Is told by "Tho Girls' Realm." This boy, who was from tho moment of his birth a king, used to givo way when a child to somo very unkingly outbursts of temper, and as he had a keen senso ot his royal dignity the queen mother talked to him very seri ously ono day on tho Importance ot self-control in a monarch. Tho next time lie was about to lndulgo in some childish outburst bo checked himself suddenly and wns silent. "You seo tights," ctc. "It was so dark," says ono American residing in Korea, re lating such an Instance, "that no kite could bo scon, but when he had run tho string out to its full longtli he cut it nnd let It go, Imagining that so he hnd rid himself of his enemies nnd could begin tho new year with new courage. "Each new year season there aro contests In klto flying, tho object be ing to cut tho cnomy'a string and lot his kite go. In preparation for this a string Is twisted of silk and coated with ground glass and porcelain mix cd with glue." Philadelphia Press. Book Puzzle. ram S0DlWfJ TrttLMA I MLJW, - eVANCELINX-l UOtCirr CMMUUl L CRAUiTAJW. FOUVm TVT5TI rpcTPPtf&l HAH5PARCJ &a& J& Tako one lottcr from each of these book titles, beginning with tho top, nnd with theso letters spell the namo ot a much loved book for children. they feel moist to tho touch. This done, put tho cover on tho box and' turn it upsldo down. Now you can look through tho hole In tho bottom and see tho blotters ly ing In their places In tho box. cover. .Drop through this holo upon the blot ters below a few drops ot murlatU NMHSl acid. At onco tho box will become filled with thick white smoke. Now for your Tortex rings. Torn tho box on its sldo and aim the hole In the bottom in tho diroctlon In which you want tho rings to go. Tap the sldos of the box smartly, and great whirling white rings ot smoko wilt come out, ovor so much heavier and thicker than tobacco smoko rings. You can shoot theso rings in any direction you please, and thoy wilt sail clear across tho room without breaking If there is no draught. Tho curling, twisting smoko Is very beau tiful, and it is lota of fun to mako smoko figures by sending sovorat rings In tho same direction In quick succession. m i fsH v: .t & v.W "'- , ' V t 1 1 i