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WJTCiflOS LAST RIDE. . . . /
A STORY OF THE WEST.
As the railroad terminated at Gil-
rby in the early seventies , a stage was
dispatched from that place once a.
week to carry the mail to San Miguel ,
B distance of one hundred and thirty
miles. Four small postofllces were sta
tioned along this line for the accom-
Jnodatipn of the scattered stoclc ran
chers who.lived . in the fertile valleys
watered by the Pajarp , San Antone
and Nasimento rivers ,
One of the early settlers I will call
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'liim Mr. Smith was engaged in shesp
farming among the hills of southern
ilonterey county. He and his small
family , consisting of a wife and two
sturdy daughters , were entirely isolat
ed from civilized society. They had
210 near neighbors except the Indians ,
who watched the , strangers with a
kindly interest , their hatred not yet
aroused by the fear of. losing their
hunting grounds.
"Let paleface be , " they said , "plen
ty for all. " And so the squaws ground
their maize and acorns in peace , an l
the braves hunted the antelope with
none but friendly feeling for the white
intruder. In fact , the youngest child
so won the heart of the old chief that
hardly a day passed but he had her
with him at his camp.
Here she soon learned to ride the
ponies almost as well as did the
braves themselves. The chief was so
proud of her achievements under his
supervision that he presented her with
a fine pinto colt , just broken , together
with a handsome Mexican bridle and
saddle.
"Wltcho , for such was the pony's
came , was very docile , and soon learn
ed to love , his little mistress , and was
never happier than whenshe was
seated on his back. He was always
ready for a gallop over the hills , or a
a-ace with any Mexican vaquero who
anight be passing through the valley.
Because the child was so splendidly
equipped , and was such a good horse
woman , it became her duty and de
light to carry the mail between her
home and the little postoffice nine
miles away. She had been making
these weekly trips for a year or more
when , one Saturday afternoon , her
father called her to him and said :
"Madge , I expect the stage to bring
the money to pay the sheep shearers
this evening. The package will be j
Tery heavy , and it may be dark before
you can get home. Do you think you
can bring it safely ? I would go my
self , but cannot leavethe corral , and
there is no one else I dare trust. "
. "I am sure I can bring it all right ,
papa , " answered Madge , delighted to
Save a chance to'carry such a val-
* liable package.
"Very well , then. Run along and.
set ready , dear , but. be sure not to say [
a. word about the money to anyone ! "
As Mr. Smith walked back to his
wool tying he saw one of the Mexi
cans sharpening his shears on the
grindstone just outside the kitchen 1 ,
window , but it never occurred to him
that he might have overheardhe con i
versation , nor did he feel alarmed at j j
all when , 'later , this same young man ! I '
somplained that he was sick and said
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Se would go home.
In the meantime Madge arrived at
She office. Attracted by her beautiful
horse , several of the bystanders gath-
wed around him. They looked at his
teeth , felt his joints , remarked on his
straight limbs and glossy coat , and [
made small bets as to his weight , his j
strength and his staying powers.
"My , but this is a stiff gale , " said
the postmaster , who stood at the door
of the office with his hands in his I
pockets. "I say , Tom , " he went on ,
"you'd better put the little gal's horse
Si the shed , out of the wind. The [
stage won't be along till 7 o'clock or
after. "
So Madge dismounted and they led
Ser horse away. She soon became in
terested in the stories of robberies and
holdups which were being told by an
old stage driver , so the time passed
quickly. Half-past seven came , but
20 stage , and most of the men started
lor home.
"Do you think Jim could have been
Held up ? " queried anxious Madge of j
the postmaster when the place had
ISeen deserted except by these two.
"Oh , no , little one. Such stories be
long to bygone days. But I think you
iad better not wait any longer , for it
will be very late by the time you reach
fcome , and your folks may get wor
ried. "
"No , father told me to be sure and
Trait for the stage. I am not afrad ,
lor Watcho will take me home all
right , I know , " answered Madge.
A few minutes later they heard the
zattle of he stage , and by the time
3dadge had untied her horse and
mounted him the driver was handing
ver the mail bag , saying as he did so :
"Is there anyone here from Smith's ?
Ihave a package for him. "
At this Madge replied :
"IamMr. , Smith's little girl. I will
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take''the package. "
"You , " said Jim , staring at the
small figure ; you can't tote this all
the way to Smith's.-
"Oh , yes I can. Please give it to me.
"Witcho is in such a-rush I can hardly
iold him. "
'Well , here you are then , " and Jim
landed her a sack of money.
"Good night , " cried tha girl , as the
: ? ony took a swinging canter down the
road.
"Well , I call that spunk , " said Jim ,
as the postmaster handed him back
'the mail bag'But just the same J
on't think it's safe for such a little
Stid to go so far alone. Why , she don't
3 ok no more'n ten. "
"I think Smith said as how she was j
; twelve , but if she Is , she's small for
j her age , " answered the postinastcr.
"That's a fine horse she's got , " he
continued. "I don't think there's any
thing inthese parts that can hold a
candle to him , unless it's that black
colt belonging to the young Mexican
up the creek. They say he stole it
somewhere around Sicramshto , and I
shouldn't be surprsed. I think he's
j that kind of a fellow. I should like to
see the two horses come to a race
seme time. I would lay a pretty good
wager on the pinto , but I might miss
it , as I've heard some wonderful tales
about the black.
" 'TwouJd be nip and tuck between
them , I guess. Well , so long. I'm sor
ry to leave you , but it's getting late ,
and I've got a good many miles to
cover before I can put up for the
night. "
A few minutes later the stage and
its driver disappeared in the gather
ing dusk.
Madge had galloped across the flat
meadowland and was now walking
along the trail which wound through
the brush-covered hills. It was rap
idly growing dark , and the wind whis
tled mournfully through the tall pines.
Madge , though not a timid child , could
' .not but wish .the road more open , so
J that she could ride faster.
Tp keep herself from thinking of the
stories she had heard an hour or two
before , she began talking to her pony ,
i but soon relapsed into silence , because
j her voice seemed so small and strange
in the vast solitude. Once she almost
dropped her reins in fright as a large
owl flew from the branches of a tree
under which she was passing. She
had barely recovered from this alarm
and had urged Witcho into a gentle
gallop before a coyote slunk across the
trail just ahead of them and so star
tled the pony that Madge , good rider
as she was , had to clutch the stirrup
leathers to save her balance. As she
regained her seat and let the leathers
flap back into positon , she thought
she saw a small object gleam in the
saddle skirts. Knowing1 it could not
be a silver ornament in such a hidden
place , she examined the spot and soon
drew out of a well concealed pouch
what seemed to be a small dagger.
"Whose can it be ? " she said to her-
self , turning it over and over in the
dim light. Then the thought came to
her that it might belong to the former
owner of the saddle. "Well , anyway , "
she added , half aloud , "I'm glad I
found it , for it will make a good hunt
ing knife for papa. "
Just theji Witcho gave a little neigh
and , glancing up , she saw a dark ob-
jest disappearing behind a big rock
that stood close by the path about
one hundred yards ahead. It looked
like a horse and "rider , but she could
not be sure. Instantly all the tales
of the holdups she had heard flooded
her memory , but , although terribly
frightened , she pushed on , knowing
it would be useless to turn back or to
leave the path and try to make any
headway in the dense brush. As she
tremblingly approached the spot she
'strained her ears to catch the slight
est sound. Once she thought she
heard a footstep. Then all was silent.
She had almost passed the rock when
suddenly a man sprang out from its
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shadows and seized the bridle rsU s. '
With a loud snort Witcho reared and ! |
plunged foward , striking the man full
in the chest with such force that he
was thrown violently to the ground.
Feeling himself free , Witcho jumped
over the prostrate body and tore along
the path toward home.
With an oath the robber scrambled
to his feet and shook his fist after the
fleeing pair.
"On , Witcho , on ! " It is ur only
hope , for he'll , be after us in a"min
ute ! " exclaimed Madge , leaning for
ward and striking the pony's neck
with her open palm. The horse , seem
ing to feel the danger of his little mis-
tress.increased his speed , and soon the
pair had cleared the timber and were
tearing along the smoother road. It
was much lighter here , and Madge ,
glancing over her shoulder , saw to her
great dismay that the man , n w
mounted upon a black horse , ws
rapidly gaining upon her.
"It must be Juan Machardo , " she
thought , for she knew no other horse
could catch Witcho but his black colt.
She was even more frightened at this
discovery , for , knowing the man's pas
sionate nature , she was "well aware
she could expect no mercy at his
hands. Again she encouraged Witcho ,
but , although he did his best , the
black still gained. The man was un
coiling his riata. She wondered wheth
er he would try to catch her or her
horse's feet. His horse was coming
nearer and nearer , rapidly narrowing
the space between them under the
maddening prick of the cruel spurs.
To escape being caught , if such a
thing were possible , Madge lay nearly
flat on the horse's neck. The lasso
came whizzing through the air. Thank
God , it fell short. The .Mexican had
missed in the dim light. Some sec
onds must elapse before he would be
ready to throw again.
"Oh , Witcho , can't you go faster ? "
cried Madge in desperation.
As if inspired , the noble animal
seemed to fly over the ground , but he
could not leave the black * behind. The
lariat was again circling round and
round. Thjen Juan threw straight at
Witcho's outstretched head. This time
he did not miss his mark. In fiendish
glee he uttered a wild yell as the
noose settled over the-horse's glisten
ing neck. ' Madge reined ip Witcho , for
she saw escape was now impossible ,
and knew that at their present pace
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] the jerk of the riata would break hi :
neck.
"Give up the money , or I'll , chok <
the pinto , " called Juan , knowing tin
gfii thought more of the pony thai
she did of herself.
Witcho , thoroughly frightened , was
snorting and plunging so violently
that Juan could not slack the rope ,
nor did he dare get off his horse , for
it had not yet been trained to hold a
creature alone.
Madge was in despair. She knew
Witcho must soon go down. His nos
trils were dilated and his breathing
painful to hear. Y/hat should she do ?
It was no use crying for help , "for she
was five miles from any house. Some
thing must be done , and done quickly.
She could not , would not , give up the
money. Then it flashed into her mind
the knife. That was the very thing.
She seized it and drew its keen edgo
across the taut riata with all the
strength of her little arm. The riata
snapped , and Witcho , with all the ag-
ileness of his race , wheeled , and was
off like a shot.
The recoiling lariat struck Juan a
stinging blow in the face. Vexed at
losing his prize , and smarting with
pain , he sank the spurs deep into the
heaving flanks of his horse , and , curs
ing and swearing , rained blow after
blow on its sensitive skin.
"I must catch them. I will have
my revenge , " he muttered between his
clinched teeth. "I'll kill them both.
The devils shall not escape me a third
time. "
With this thought he arose in his
stirrups , took his revolver from his
pocket and fired. Still the pinto kept
up his wild pace. He must get still
nearer. He spurred and lashed more
furiously than before. Five minutes
and he was at Witcho's heels. Once
more Juan took aim and fired. He saw
the horse in front give one leap into
the air , stagger for a moment , and
then dash on and on. At every jump
he widened the distance between them.
In vain Juan plied his whip. In vain
he halloaed and swore. His horse's
gait was becoming uneven and slower ;
blood was streaming from its nose.
Seeing that theer was now no hope of
overtaking Madge before she reached
safety , he wheeled his horse and made
for the hills.
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On and on sped Witcho , faster and
faster. He seemed to gather strength
as he neared the pasture gates. No
need of encouragement from Madge
now. For a mile they kept up the
mad gait. Then the foaming animal
slackened his pace. But the girl still
feared the pursuer , although he was
not in sight , and urged him to fresh
efforts.
' "Witcho , dear Witcho ; we must get
home , " she said.
The beautiful beast , seeming to un
derstand her fear , made one more
mighty effort , although his labored
breathing told how plainly how sorely
it was distressing him.
But home was not far off. All were
at the gate , just organizing a search
ing party , as Madge raced up. The
faithful horse stopped , and she fell
fainting into her father's arms , mur
muring : "The money safe. "
All was hubbub and commotion.
Mrs. Smith wrung her 'hands , declar
ing her darling was dead , and beg
ging the men to go and find the mur
derer. The men uttered violent threats
of vengeance on the one who had
dared to molest their little lady.
Madge soon opened her eyes and
looked for her horse. He staggered ,
then fell to his knees. With a wild
? e'roam she sprang to his side , moan-
ing. "Wtcho , my darling Witcho. " The
horse raised his head , strugled as ii
to rise , then foil back dead.
Madge buried her face in his lon
mane , matted and tangled with sweat
and dust , and burst into passionate
weeping.
"See ! He has been shot. " said Bill ,
the shepherd. "Look at the bullet hoit
in his side , and the blood pouring
out. "
"Who has done this ? " the others
cried. "Let us just get our hands on
him ! "
Then they started toward the corral
for , their horses.
"Boys , " called Mr. Smith. "Wait.
Madge has fainted again. So wait un
til she is able to tell what happened
before you go. "
, They carried Madge into the hour t
and laid her tenderly on the bed , and
while her father and mother were
watching and caring for her stout men
dug a grave for the horse who had
? o nobly given his life for his mis
tress. When she was able to tell all
that happened , several or the men
started for Juan , but they were not
able tdTind any trace of him after he
entered the hills.
Mr. Smith never forgave himself for
letting his little daughter go alone on
that terrible night , but thanked God
from the bottom of his heart for her
wonderful preservation through tho
endurance and speed of her Indian
pony. "
Many years have passed since then
and Madge is the proud owner of sev
eral fine horses , but she often sheds a
few silent tears on the mound under
the old live oak where lie the remains-
of her firs treal possession Witcho , the
pinto pony , that saved her life on one
uight.
never-to-be-forgotten
The delay of the English govern
ment in the publication of the Octobei
and November returns from the con
centration camps in Soutrh Africa was
apparently due to the government's
desire to accompany the announce
ment of the pitiably high death rate
with some kind of official explanation.
The blue book just issued shows 3,516
deaths of whites in October , of which
number 2,633 were children , and 2,807
deaths of whites in November , of
which 2,271 were children. This makes
the total number of deaths for the last
six months 13,941 , or a total death "rate
approximating 253 per 1,000.
| Makes Record in Organizing
SCHULTZ has made Belle
JOHN
ville , 111. , a stronghold of organ-
ganized labor , possibly the very
strongest in the country. It has more
. union workers than voters , due to the
j unionization of many minors and of
miners who live in its suburbs. In
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1 nine months Schultz organized twenty
I three unions , and in two years he has
organized twenty-two. He has or
ganized men and women , workers
skilled and unskilled , persons without
the semblance of a trade.
Officers of the American Federation
j of Labor have congratulated Schultz
I upon having made his community
without an equal in organization in
the country among cities of its size.
He did his most effective work while
president of the Belleville Trades and
Labor Assembly. ,
Belleville has 3,543 voters. The Belle-
ders , metal polishers , well , cistern ani
shaft sinkers , blacksmiths , boot and
shoe workers , bottlers , garment work
ers , pressmen , hoisting engineers ,
bricklayers , printers , livery stable em
ployes , cut nail workers , metal pol
ishers and garment workers. Asso
ciated with these is the Ladles' Aid
Federation , which is made up of the
wives of the men in the unions.
Belleville has more union workers
than voters because tnere is a close
organization among the young men
who are not yet of legal age. Their
organization illustrates the thorough
ness with which Schultz has done his
work. Wherever he has found men of
a similar craft , regardless of their
numbers , he has organized them and
led them into affiliation with the Belle
ville Trades and Labor Assembly.
Schultz has a good field for his en-
JOHN SCHULTZ.
ville Trades and Labor Assembly , ,
counting three unions in neighboring
towns , has 4,200 union men.
Schultz has been a resident of
Belleville fourteen years , being first
a steel worker and then a miner. He
began organizing unions for the Amer
ican Federation of Labor two years
ago , and he has increased the number
of unions in the community from 19
to 51 , organizing 23 in the first nine
months.
If Alton is the Dardanelles of un
ionism in Illinois , Belleville is the Gi
braltar. It is not the butcher , baker
and candlestick maker alone who are
oragnized in Belleville , but the follow
ers of every craft having the dinner
pail in the day's work. The list of
trades represented in the central or
ganization is not only comprehensive ,
but remarkable. It includes bakers ,
barbers , bartenders ? brewers , brewery
workers , brickmakers , butchers , car
penters , electrical workers , coopers.un-
skilled laborers , glass workers , paint
ers , clerks , both male and female ,
Ftove mounters , street railway men ,
tailors , steam engineers , stationary
fii-emen , hodcarriers , machinists , ci
gar makers , miners , musicians , plumb
ers , steamfiatters , teamdrivcrs , team
owners , tinners , powder workers.moul-
, for Belleville has many workers.
There are 1,200 miners alone. Belle
ville has , in addition , a glass factory ,
four flouring mills , a boot and shoe
factory , four brickyards , two brewer
ies .eight foundries , four machine
shops two wire nail mills and one cut
nail mill , with many lesser industries.
The fact that it has more union work
ers tha nvoters , even though many of
the workers are minors , illustrates
how large a proportion of the men' of
the city are daily workers.
Schultz has been assured by officers
of the American Federation of Labor
that there is not another city of its
sixe in the United States with a union
labor organization so strong as that at
Belleville' . The miners are the chief
contributors to its strength. The glass
workers probably rank second. Many
union labor workers who have visited
Belleville have expressed their aston
ishment over the thorough organiza
tion of the working people of the city ,
declaring they had never seen any
thing to equal it.
Zoar chapel , in which Bunyan often
preached , in Southward , London , is be
ing torn down. It held about 150 peo
ple and of late years has been used as
a mission hall.
Room Filled With Microbes ,
AREFULLY guarded and tended-
in one room in London there are , ,
enough micrabes to kill every
man , woman'and child in the world.
The room is in the Institute of Pre
ventive Medicine building , situated in
one of the most densely populated dis
tricts of the big.city. .
The microbes are there in thousands ,
millions , and even billions , and they
are just yearning to be , at their fell
work upon human beings. They repre- !
sent almost every known disease and
are classified and kept in bottles , fed
and developed , and surrounded by an j
atmosphere best suited to them , and '
they are nursed with as much care
and tenderness as is given to the fair
est and rarest of flowers.
' The microbe establishment is main
tained ' for the purpose of .enabling
medical men to become familiar with j
these "mighty atoms" of destruction.
Here they have every opportunity to
make a close study of the precise
character , appearance and disposition j
of the different bacilli ; to discover , in
fact , everything that can possibly be
discovered with a view to the preven -
tion and "cure of diseases that are
caused by microbes. And one can eas
ily conceive what a fascinating study
bacilli.
An uninformed stranger might walk
through the incubator room of the in
stitute without dreaming for a mo
ment that he was inahotbed of
disease. He would more probably im
agine than he was in a novel kind of
of vari
bakery , where small bottles
ously colored liquids were stored to be
for around
i an even temperature ,
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the room are arranged numerous oven
like incubators , with glass doors , thro *
which one can perceive the longglass
tubes containing the bacilli.whose way
of egress from the tubes is barred by
nothing more impenetrable than small
wads of cotton. There , quietly , almost
j
invisibly.re"poses a power great enough
to sweep the earth of human life.
And the bacilli demand the greatest
attention , the most delicate feeding.
Almost every different kind of mi
crobe has particular tastes and dis
tastes , which have to be carefully
studied. One kind of bacilli likes to
dine off horses' blooii , another off
broth , while a third will touch noth
ing but a peculiar kind of jelly , and
so on right through the list of diseases
represented , though , luckily for the
catering department of the establish
ment , a few agree in having similar
tastes.
It has been repeatedly said that
President Roosevelt is the youngest
man that ever occupied the White
House , yet there are at least nineteen
of the most noted rulers of other na
tions of the world who are younger
than President Roosevelt. Among
these are the Russian Czar , the Ger
man Emperor , the Emperor of China ,
the Kings of Italy , Spain , Portugal
and Siam , the Queen of Holland , the
Khedive of Egypt and the Kings of
Servia and Bulgaria.
The Broadway tabernacle property.
New York , has been sold. It brought |
$1,300,000. A large hotel is to be erect- '
ed on the historic site. i
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j Fashion has established
of winter
feature
-as a salient
plaitsas
either wlttt
blouses and fancy waists
back buttonlngs.
Cront or
black dress or coat
The renovate a
j
" with
"that has worn glossy , sponge
tea. This
equal parts of ink and strong
recommended as in--
method had been
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fallible.
-
window-
As a curtain for an odd
stained
drapery material that suggests
. The de-
glass is particularly good.
1 red and blue ,
sign comes in old gold ,
blue-
outlined with a corn of darwer
still in
i All the tendencies of fashion
-line toward the svelte clinging ef-
with little or no *
jfects in gowning ,
' means of disguising an defects of Jig- -
of
manipulations
ure by former clever
drapery.
and husbands have
Fathers , brothers
ex
everywhere and constantly given
favorable
pression to their private
opinion of the neat and natty blouse
held its-
waist , which has so long
place in the world of fashion.
Glazed chintz , with its gay floral
the thing for the
decoration , is Just
wall covering in the general sitting
for it is
,
nursery
room or even in a
washable and its brightness Is not
easily dimmed. The designs are showy
and small and the background a soft
cream tint. '
The smart little tricorner hats ar
this wra-
more fashionable than ever
ter , and they are formed of every va
riety of fabric from Angora panna and
rich velvets and satins to camel's hair ,
felt.long napped beaver shaded breast
feathers and cloth' being matched to
the smart fur trimmed tailor costume.
Raglans , newmarkets , French sur-
touts and other styles in long coats for
street wear are more generally worn
this winter than they have been In
years. These enveloping wraps can
come as near the making or marring
of a woman's appearance as any gar
ment in her wardrobe. Unless it Is
of the very best material , well cut
and carefully fitted , it is the least at
tractive of all wraps * .
A fascinating costume gown just
sent to this country , made by one of.
'
the famous Parisian houses , is cut
with a princess foundation of hello- : *
trope satin. Over this is a slip of
chiffon in a paler shade of heliotrope.
Above the chiffon is built a gown of
ring-dotted point d'esprit in a delicate
mauve color. The skirt portion is fin
ished with an accordion-plaited flounce
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of the point , the joining seam cov-
ered with a scroll design done In che
nille embroidery , showing the three
shades of heliotrope used in the foun
dation and" the point d'esprit. The
flowers in the embroidery design are
made of spangles , shading from the
palest mauve to the deepest heliotrope.
This embroidery borders the decollete
and trims the band' of short puff
sleeve.
TALK ABOUT WOMEN ,
Mrs. E. Burd Grubb of Edgewater. *
Park , N. J. , has had conferred upon'
her by the queen of Spain the order
of Noble Ladies of Marie Louisa , an „
ronor which no American womaniha3 "
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ever before enjoyed. > s-
Mrs. Octavia Dancy of St. * IXul3v < *
served her turkey Thanksgiving day
on a platter 400 years old. It wag * '
brought to America in 1700 by John
De la Pryme , in whose family it had
w
already been more more than 200
'
years. V ,
The little town of Marmaton , Kan. ,
Is practically run by women. It has
a woman school teacher , a woman tel
egraph .operator , a , postmistress , a
woman pastor in charge of its only
church and a woman letter carrier. , , ' . ,
Miss Helen Hyde of San 'Francisco
won the first prize in a Toklo art ex
hibition , in which her work , done in'
'
the Japanese manner , came into com-
petition with that of the native paint
ers. She began her studies of Orl- * *
ental folk in San Francisco's China- _
town.
Mrs. Leslie M. Shaw met the goverv
nor of Iowa , now appointed secretary .
of the treasury , when they both be
came interested in the Methodist Sun
day school at Denison , la. , in 1874.
They were ; married three years later'
and have three children , Enid , Earl
and Erma , the eldest of whom is just
out of college. r
Mother Catherine , formerly Miss
Drexel , has engaged to raise $75,000 of
the $140,000 , chief contributors being
members of the Drexel family , well
known in Philadelphia business and :
social life.
\
Mrs. Charles M. Schwab , wife of tha
president of the United States Steel
corporation , has traveled extensively
and has a large and valuable collec
tion of miniatures , of which she is an
enthusiastic collector. She assists her
husband in his establishment of In
dustrial schools and is personally ed
ucating many young ladies.
With her increasing years Mrs. Het
ty Green seems to
take on more cyn
icism. She visited Boston a few
ago on legal business connected
her father's will and
was asked by an
old friend as to the cause of her visit.
The multimillionaire
made answer
thus : "Same old cause. The lawyers
know I am rich , and so they make
trouble for me. "
Seicher Atsye , a comely Pueblo In
dian maiden , has graduated at the
head of the class of professional
nurses at the Woman's hospital in
Pennsylvania. Miss Atsye shatters
generally accepted Ideas as to the.per-
sonal appearance of Indian women , be
ing petite and quite good looking. Sh
was educated In the Carlisle Indian-
school and has lived" In the east foe-
a dozen years. < . .