Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, August 11, 1904, Page 4, Image 4
! i i 4 1 ;7 2) J se-0'Jf& Tickets may be made via steamer between Detroit and Buffalo. Long limit and many stop-overs allowed. The Wabash is the route you from Chicago and back to St. Louis over its own rails. Wabash trains leave Chicago daily at 11:00 a. mM 3:00 p. m., G. A. R. train leaves Chicago for Boston via Detroit and Niagara Falls 1:00 p: m.-August 14. Insist on your tickets reading via Wabash, the only line at main entrance World's Fair. All agents can route you via Wabash. uity unice, loui Difficulty with A Short Story by Morley Brothers The sun waa hot upon til a land and Doubl Mountain danced In the has, whll Double, Mountain Fork, which emptied lt self into tlw Braiso mile to the northward, toHmed between its bar.Rs. Th sheep lay In their campe about the scanty inesqulte and the cut banks of th creek and under a couple of eottonwoods rooting in the slow waters. It was the Urn of d-y to do nothing-, to soy nothing-, and to take lylnff down the hammering tliat th sun and wind could give. Jeff s&ld so. and he lay down under his Cottonwood, near, which the sheep panted, while he pluyed lailly upon a ti kety old. mouthorgan. Andha knew Just about as much about his tuives as the old man of Arkansaw did, IJko him. Jeff broke off in the middle. And. unlike him, no stranger rode by to eke out the lala end of th muster His fatherrcame-along Instead, for the old man roused himself from his bed in theold ahack by the creek Itnd stared into the radiance of -the day with on' shaking hand over his eyes. ""Jetty"-rt ' r.' Yep. V." said Jeff.-as ha scrambled to his feevV' V '' ' Jie was, long, lean' and lank son of t);e prairie sandy, freekeUd, hard and IB years of age. "Get up the pinto," said old Jefferson J.-xter; ' I'm aln In' to go Into the city." Young Jeff waa respectful because he had hi-cn so all his Ufa. It never occurred to Mm to bo anything else, for the old man t.ifl u heavy hand, a fierce eye and the temper -.which gives his cutting edge to an merleaq But now he "retired" a little, nid acconiintf to his own notion there was reason for Jibbing. Ho scratched his shock his mouthorsan away inside ii shirt before he spoke. When he did m,.uslc he uttered a fact without the least ii,e of reproach, behind it. "Vou was full las' night when you come home, paw." he said. "I was," said his falher, . 'And mebbs you don't reckleo' what you told ins." Jxxter shook his hefcd. ' ' vMy son. I don't reeklee one.wcrd. Did I BpekT I'd a sort of klnkle I was speeuh- liOS." Young Jeff shook Ms head In turn. "Far from It. p.w. tor you sat on the tah'e a good while, and you yanked. ue outer bed to hear." i "What did I dlscoume of?" asked his fainer. "! do hope I said nothing unbe oomln' your fati.cr, Jeff. But since your poor mother poyssed away Into the eternal beyond I've bad has sense than I should hi. Did I blsspheme any?" Jeff nodded. "O my, paw! you said offul things most offul." ' Can you repeat any of 'em. Jeff?" asked M father, anxiously. "A lot I can," replied Jeff promptly, liu; old Dexter' rclsed his hand. VAly curiosity is sinful." he said, "and Ziiir a Ire L.t;!i 1 tf brake's Palmetto Wine. It rWes Vlrnr ii k'-i,j to the win. i body, nwii-Ni, bria ana li iworairs HlouittcliS tlikt sis (r-akt'iitid by ( ii:u living til- lirn the uiuruus lining ot t ', Moiittft-h U IminkHril by liurttul incdiones cr 1-1. iM.ikr s 1'umn.ui tum u cirnr ahe 1, '-siii kuhirys trxnu rontf ciiicn, cu0 tbf.ia t --1 un 111 lueir HHotiwury ui k lli.imuiitily und I ne 1 ir Li aiiLy comluiuu. lnxlit- l II .ii V itit) c-orrtf evet y tnru) of t'init'h Oift - h. kui U u liu) .'"Uun. ditirs sf (-r eiintf, ti ' ilfinit ( I bleu 11 end Lrnrt lou' lti cmumU 1. lai.iftiKin. i. ' U i'Hiu.HUa V, in J 'i liu.iirn I ' y 1 I LliUt I'tttl twI4J ill t UiilU, .p.-ivo lii.iitu. l.i ol i.(viiiti. l't-ui i iju rti, li t. , - 1 1 ni t.r uii t-i t '.1 - 1 ai ti ana t .r i 1 .nic.l r tiuiiin'rit tiel 'iui? lir 1 tnU.A t 'Jll!fthV, WjuUe Itilliitil'B, t tlll IO, 1 . I'li'vi u.t tins t tou bv iKi'iiii'tf Tiu tie fc I i-ttlU a V 'l bt'.llrt 't IsUn a i'allnrtio , ..r W tr .l 1U 'A tilS . i. fflll i Uli'Ho J.U -II- r ' .1 in iun 'v ffti iu( . u.. t n . 1 it r.-ui- t fii ' I t ' I !.!'! 1 -l 4. 1 M I 1 1 1 ' - 1 A I. U .1 l,J , X ; ft... . . . (O7 TO ST No rarnam street, or aaaress Windy Walker I'll curb it. I'll offer up a general re pentance schema when the stiffness goes outer my knees. And you forget what I said mighty quick or I'll flay you some, I will. Get up tha pinto, Jeff." 1 Jeff showed reluctanoe to move. "Paw, you mostly cussed one pusson.' Dexter, who bad turned to go back into the shanty, faced his son again swiftly. "I done so?" "You did, paw. And as far es I could gather up the tale in the confusion of your shoutln' you appeared to hev hed some sort of a difficulty agin . with Mr. Walker." TVYtl'a fntA wna an ii1nr1 aa a tiiini!i. 5 loud when he heard what Jeff said. He nodded and stared at the boy from under his' heavy eyebrows, which drooped . like bent thatch over his burning eyes. "I do reklec," he said at lat ; "Him and mo had words, I know bad words and I've a notion the boys pulled me down and held me. I knew, Jeff,' I had "business in town and I couldn't prop'ly 16cate in my mind what, it was; That man sure insulted me In soma way. having done it before, eayin' I'd brand mavericks as soon es eat pie. And he went on to throw out hints as to brand burning. Jeff, my son, maverick ain't nothing; there's no reason a mini shouldn't brand any beast as his owner ain't keerful to put a mark on But ' brand burning U a boss of another color, and the Insult bit into me. I feel in my bones ha. up and aald things, act, up ine pinto, Jen. -There -was vinlble distress In the tboy's eyes, and he followed the old man Into the house. i ' . . . ... "Paw, don't you reckon It would be wiser to wait a day? After your jamboree your nana will shake some, and they do say tnai walker shoots like death. There's many he's killed, and you don't use your gun oncet a year." "Get up the pinto, boy," said Dexter. "I cayn't wait a day to learn what he said to me In the American house last night." When Jeff opened hi mouth' acalu tha old man bent his brows on him till his eyee were aimoet invisible. "Get up the ptnto. Jefferson," he said. And poor Jeff ran out of the shack Into the burning sun as the tears rolled dowa Ms cheeks. i "There no one but me. and sis she's In old Vlrglnny, and Mr. Walker will kill him for sure If they tell the trewth of Mm But now paw's mad; he's mad, and mebbe nis nana won t shuke." He brought up th pinto and hitched the skewtald into the rattling old Stude baker wagon which was the carryall for everj thing on Double Mountain Fork. And when it was ready old- Dexter was ready too. "I'll twi back by midnight," said Dexter. "Git ur, thar!" and he struck the horse over the Sank with the double lines; and so far as Jeff could see the old man never turned his head attrps the pinto once got started. Hut ths boy stared ax-ross the prairie down the truck which Texana call a road till he could see nothing but the brown grasses of summer and the dancing liuse of noon day heat. ' "Like enough," said Jeff, "I'll never see the old man no more. He's stiff snd rlieu Inmlcky, ui:d he cuyn't get uut no gun faft enoulj for Walker. I dew wlh that Wulkrr would run up afctu sumeone like Itrn Ttiompuua. Den Thompson would have inude Iilm look like a Mexican's blanket, more huioa than wool. But Wal ker don't ttke no o'laiurs trmuay. lies no mute than a po4'r icol killer, and paw a fiml " J...1 v'j.4 w..y a tm.r p4 ii ads IJmntlt 17IE OMAIIA ON FROM CHICAGO SOLD AUGUST LOOTS WORLD 01 uiuui I'lUUULD, u. l. r. U.t Umana, mcb. some coffee by heating .up the remains of his dad's breakfuiit. It was a hard life that he led and he never knew it. The world Was big, ao he had heard, but West Vlr- Ignia was the end of it toward the east. A remote California waa In the far west. The round and broken prairie was his world and the slow creek his river. He wondered how much bigger the Mississippi was; for his mother, now in the cemetery at the "City toward which the old pinto was going, h.ad come Irom Memphis. , '.: u . "I'd like to go to 81s in old Vlrglnny said Jeff, as he took his mouth-organ out Of his shirt and went to look, at the sheep. "I reckon they don't care much for boregas In Vlrglnny. I dew wonder some why paw hankers after sheep when he has cattle, A sheep Is sheer muck to a steer." He sat by the bank of the "crlck', and played his poor bits ot tunes, and presently, a the sun westered and the thin shadows of the mesqultes stretched two hours' Jour nay on the grass, the sheep rose from their camp and starUd browning. Jeff wished for his dog, a lean mongrel with a big head and wistful eyes, and started to loaf' the way the . herd of sheep went. He played as he walked. Once more young Pan piped, and the . haze at least danced. But his heart was heavy. "I cayn't play worth a darn," said Jeff. "I'm mighty anxious about paw." He put away nls Instrument and. played no more. - He spoke to his dog. 'Bob, old son, if that Walker puts lead Into' the old man, I'll I'll blow a hole threw him a rat ked crawl ftirew." ' "I'm darned sorry for the old man, whim pered his son; "he ain't had no circus of a life. Things was tough back east, so maw used to let on, snd here they was tough and then she died. He ain't bin th,e Name sence, but more fierce and eontralry, and he gets full three to one to what he done when maw was alive, I daw wtuh. I'd hed the aavvy to go in wlthhlra. But he'd nvtjF h' let me." . v At sundown he corralled the sheep and their lambs In a straggling mesquite corral against the raids of coyotes and went back to the shanty. He cooked a mess of flour and a bit of bacon, and ate his supper, washing It down with a drink from the creek. Then he sat outside on an upturned keg which had once held nails and played a HJtle more aa the night came on. The stars broke out in the east and then they Shone over him, and tha west was blue at last as the moon rose In the east. The solace of the time was upon him and for a little while his heart was easier. "The boys won't let" Wajker shoot him up any," he eaia. noperuiiy: 'They're a fine lot of boys to th city, and I reckon some day they'll make Walker look like a sieve." But when he went Into, the house be took down his father's old shotgun and looked at it 1 11 be th only one left, . said Jeff, as he put It back In Its place; "the only one but Bis." .. ' But nevertheless he slept soundly when he waa once In the blankets, and he never wok ttlUt was past midnight snd ths high moon Risd th prairie almost as light aa day. When he woke he sat up sudden y. "Paw," he called; "paw es that your But there was no answer, and he cam a to himself. I thot I heard the old man." he sld. And even as he spoke he heard the foind of a horas coming acrors the prairie at a lope. ' He sprang out of bed and ran to the door. "That ain't paw, unless he's left vhe wagon to the city, lis said. 'There s times he will, when he ain't sober snd ain't rightly full." . Yet he knew how unlikely It was thot he old man should do s new. There was stlilum a time that poor old Iexter wasn't "rightly full" when he came back home. And the sound came nearer, nearer yet. la" snothitr minute the homemsn ru"ed up ouieiile the shack E that you. Jeff?" be suHed. 'Why, certainly, lull !' ,' said Jsl, t DAILY DEE: THURSDAY, ; V I If I ' " II I Ml IWilllMl IIL. -LI laHmiaWWHHMMMauWVHlJ L L . D wlthra slnkln'gi)ea,'tt.. "What's brot you this way? Hev- you. come from the city,' and hev you seen my dad?" Bill Davie got off his pony and, leaving It with the bridle reins on the ground, csme up to Jeff. He was a cowboy from Ennl Creek and was not often that way. "I've rode out to- tell about him," said Bill quietly. - "O," svd Jeff. 'I know. He's dead, Bill." ...... ... "He's gone', IJeff.t ' ' '.' ' "And Walker shot him?" "He's the third Windy Walker has shot and killed in two ' years," said Da vies. "And 'twill be self-defense, Jeff. Your old man started to pull on him and was as slow getting out his gun as a mudturtle on dry land. And Walker pulled down on him and shot him three times before he toched the ground. The poor- old man la dead, Jeff. Don't grieve, Jeff." But Jeff swallowed his tears. "I alnt grlevln' now,, Bill Da vies. I'll And time when Walker's dead," he said in a choking voqe. . j ' . Bill Davles phbok" his bead. " 'Twas self-defense, Jeff; It was, sure. For la's' night they had a sort of difficulty. and we held yuur old man down, and he said he'd shoot 'Walker on sight. And Walkef laffed. AnO we got your dad out o town flghtln1' somethln' awful. And he pulled his gun ''-first,' There's four to take the stand and say-so. There won't be no trouble for Walker: He says he'll do the thing handsome and bury the old man In style." Jeff threw up his head. s "You ain't defendin' Walker now, uri you, Bill Da vies?" The cowboy shrugged his shoulders. "Me defend him, Jeff. He's the meanest sort of murderer. He don't take chancna with any but old men and tenderfeet. He ain't the man to kill 'when it ain't self derense. He looks for self-defense, and Is greedy for it. I'd like to see him laid out cold, and before I buried him in style I'd see the dogs eat him," "I kill him," said . JfT. Will you sleep here. WU, and Jend me your pony so I can go . Into town and see Paw? I'll send the pony back early." "You kin ride," said pill, "I'll stay here. Do you mean what you say, Jeff?" "Bure's death," said Jeff; "ain't he killed paw? Who els Is there?"- . . Bill Davles took him by the hand. "You're a man, Jeff, and I'll be proud of you. But reckleo,' he's .quick on the trigger. Don't take no chano. He won't glv none." t ' . ,. "I'll give him none," said Jsff. "You're a boy after all," mused th cow boy, "and if you kill him there'll b those that'll sympathise. with you. But p'rhaps you'd better go back to Virginia to your sister." To say so was to ease his mind of a hard duty. Bill Davles felt much easier after It. "I'm goln' back soon," said Jeff. And he rod through th moonlight ta th town. lie sent th pony back as soon as b found -his father's body, which lay In the back store of the man they usually dealt with. And tha funeral was next duy. Walker did not pay for It, for Jeff sent him a message. "He looked tolerable wicked," Said th man, who took H tq th slayer. "Did he?" sneered Walker, tell hlni to H-ep out of my way 'You csn Beer Walker felt an Injured man. "(loud God!" srnld Walker; "shall I have to kill a boy?'.'' But Jeff wtut Kt k to his place on Double Mountain cr k. and th memories of men in me want tielng Cohort, the death of old JeuVrnon Dexter wus a thing forgotten In wtck. But the young on didn't forget. And per hups Walkrr did not, for th prlds of a limn ho kills and Is not tried, or who is tried and aciiuiNed, I aomethlng Strang to wu. lie feiuilca. lu his strength snd In AUGUST 11, lrji. 12, 13, 14-AND 1 his 'quickness, and taies up attitudes In the little world In which he shines. And quiet men said to themselves that Windy Walker would not die in bed: But the trouble is that quiet men do not kill unless they are obliged to, and some men who looked Walker In the eyes with a savage challenge found him loth to take offense. "I put up with a mighty lot now," said Walker; "a man with my record should, I want peace." He still held his. own at th American house, wher the trouble with old Dexter had begun, and he lost a few dollars regu larly to the gamblers who ran th. faro and keno tables. They sneered at him, but found him a paying streak In bad times It he gassed a little they let him gas. And th cltliens of th city, endured him. There were some (quiet men who did not talk) who wondered when his end would come, For BUI Davles said a thing or two to friends of his. "The boy he a right to kill him," said Bill, "and the right to get th drop un seen. He s a boy!" Jeff sometimes came Into town, but he came Ir mostly by night, and no one knew of his being there at all. He used to tie up the old pinto outside the town and come In quietly. He mostly lay about the empty town lota that were at the back of the American house and the Green Front, the chief saloons In Colorado street. The gam bling saloons of both houses were at the back, and the windows looked upon a wast of old boots, old kerosene cans and empty tomato cans. But th blinds were usually drawn. In suoh a "city," even though law and order were gradually and with gresut difficulty establishing themselves, there were many who had a deeply-rooted objection to standing In a bright light visible to those who are In darkness. There was never any knowing who might be outside. And very often Jeff was outside. Borne- times he heard the voices of men he knew. Bill Davles was In there at least once a week. He heard Blmon Keats, to whose Store his father's body had been taken: for Blmon, though a respectable store keeper by day, had a passion for faro hlch bloomed after sundown. And some times be heard Walker. But th window ws shut and the blind was down. That year, s It happened. September opened with a blase of heat that tha most Hardened old-timer felt. The sky waa bras, the wind that came up out of th gulf, growing hotter on th fat farm lands of lower Texas, might have come from the pit The high plateaux across which th Texas ft Pacific railroad runs were burn ing; stock died of drouth, th nralrl was fired by th cinders of locomotives. In th city, sunk beneath sand hills, ths heat was intense and the nerves of men gav way. They only cam out at night, and men me saloon filled. "By gosh, It's hot!" said 'Davles. who had been taking three dsys In town. "By gosh, It's hot! Bam, don't you reckon It might be a trifle cooler If that window was open?" The bartender, down whose face the molstur ran In streams, sdmltted that the experiment might be worth trying. Though whether It's bettsr here or out side or In hell I cayn't say," he answered. Who's afraid of hell In this weatherf asked Windy Walker, crossly. "Open the window, flam, and let me have a John Collins. I've a thirst on m as If nr.iH r was ragln' down my throat. I d'inno' what foolishness brought me to Texas." Bsm went to the window and pulled up th blind. Br a curious Instinct, for It wss hardly conscious, Walker and two or three others moved out of the dlroct line between It and the big lamp that lighted the room. But Bill Devtee moved further than any one. Then Ram opened the win- ow, top and bottom, snd pullnd t lie blind down sgsln. But Jt had been, up lone I U K In! enough to show some one outside that th wmaow was open "That's better," said Walker; and he went to the faro table and laid down a dollar. "I don't get between him and the win. dow," said Davles; "not much I don't. Three times this month I'vs seen young Jeff rldin" along to town at sundown, and If hs elves Walker a chance he's a fool. If I was a boy and had the same against Wclker I'd say. 'Look out, Windy!' when he was dead." But the room was crowded and the play went on. Davles didn't play; his nerve were on the stretch. Something seemed to tell him that Walker's time wss coming, he felt as some do when thunder Is brewing in a great and heavy calm. And suddenly he went curiously white. "That blind's higher than It was," he ssld. But no one else saw It. They faced the tables; the talk of the faro dealer went on; a lucky man cried "Keno;" they swore and cursed and drank. And then Davles saw fingers at th blind cord only lingers. The blind went up three inches. He drew baek still further, and stood against the wall with an extinguished cigar between his teeth, and his' cow hat over hi eyes. He looked at Walker, who waa In a crowd Darn my luek," said Walker; "that's five dollars." He made a motion' to get out of those who stood with him, and Bill uavtesai most called out to him. It's not my funeral," hs said grimly. as he restraineo nimseir. aim no iju again at the window. On the sill close to the corner he saw something move a little. "Thst lets me out," said Walker, curs- Ing as he stepped back clear of his com panions. And he did so there was a deafening report. Bill saw fiame leap rroro the muscle of a gun, and Walker threw up his hands and casned horribly. Then he pitched upon the floor and lay there. A dosen men had their "f una" In their hands at the sound. "By God," said on of them, "that was from the winder-" One man,' quicker that the rest, put up his hand and pulled the string of the lamp and the room was In darkness. GUI Da vles jumped, to the window and . through it. and cam upon Jeff Dexter with h! shot gun in hi hands. Tha boy was crying dreadfully. Pefor they could speak other men followed Davlaa and some came round th house from the front. i "It's Jeff Dexter has done it." said Bill. There was a curious gasp o relief from those' who stood by him and 'Jeff. Old Blmon Keats was the first to speak. "Boys, he had a right to," he said. "Walker killed his dad. and he's a bey He had no call to speak to Windy first. ui.der no circumstances." Hut Jeff still sobbed. "What'll we do. boys?" sakefl BUI Da- vies. "We'll save th bey trouble, said Keats "It's allowed young Jeff ain't done no harm In killing Windy?" "That's so," sala the bystanders. "Then send him. back to Virginia to his sister," said Keats. "There's th east bound express due In less'n twenty min utes. Will you go bud?" ' "Of course he'll go," said Davles. "Hev you any money, Jeff?" Jeff had none on him. A dosen men offered h!m bills snd silver. . . "And I'll buy you out, stock snd all, Jeff," said old Keats, "st a price that all here will ay Is fair." "Hear, hear," said th crowd. "And what's more, I'll go with you to Fort Worth," sld Keats. "Com along, sonny, there s no time to lose." They welkod towsrds th railroad d-pnt. 'One of us'!! go to th city marshal snd say Wlndy's gone Up the flume," said Bam, the bartender. "And we'll drop a hint th boy has mle back to his runrh. And as ayir1ked. Jeff held Bill Davie' hand and trvjil.led, violently. "Mr. Ktat-v I'd Jiks to glv Hill my dog STATION only line that can 11:00 p. m. Special All information at Bob and rny" old' pintd -piiny,""1 h';'k(M! "Will you take them. Bill?" . . . "To be sure," said Bill. "The plnto's tied to a meaqutt t'other side of Wolf crick." said 'fefjf,. "H's. mighty good pony for slow work." "I'll not huatle him," ssld BUI:. And they reached the depot Just as the eist-bound express came In. s "Buck up," said Bill, "you donavright, Jeff." "Did I?" asked Jeff. "Sure nuff," said Pill.' "Wlndy's dead." SOME KHtHEH HINT'. When weighing molasses sprinkle the scale well with flour and then It wlil slip off again quite easily without sticking. A plain brown or green wall paper makes an Ideal background for pictures, and the absenoe of pattern on walls adds Immensely to the apparent else pt the room. When tomatoes and milk a"re to be put together, as In a cream Soup have the tomato Juloe and milk of the same tempera ture, than heat vigorously, aa th tomato is added, little by little. A good general rule always to remember In the use of gelatins Is to soften the mil. atln In cold water, then to dissolve in boiling water. Neg:eet of either part of the process will cause trouble in maklnar Jellies. ' Keen a String ba. it will be found mnet Useful In tha kitchen. It should he hunix up in some special plane and all. pieces of string that come tied around parcels shou'd be put In It. String In constantly required and It is far better to know ex actly where to find a piece than to be obliged to hunt about and waste time In searching for this necessity. l Ho Exfcriicn in St. Lcuis Liberal Aecou.medUns at Moderate Kate Assared by' tha Adaaia Istratloa. The management of the St. Xoule World's Fair (a determined that visitor to the great exposition shall enjoy ample accom-. modatlpns at reasonable rates, hence under Its auspice an enormous hotel, called Th Inside Inn. has been erected Inside toe grounds of the exposition. This splendid hostelry Is three stories high, 400 feet wide and too feet long. It contains spacious parlors, reading rooms and reception rooms. It dining room and restaurant seat 1,600 people at a tlni and it contains t,t5? sleeping apartments. All visitor to this hotel enjoy the sama service and the same excellent table, th rang ot prices being determined imply by th location ' and sis of th room. Th 'hotel is run on botn th European and American plans and rate vary from I1.10 to KZ3 par day, European, and from P OO to fl.M, American, Including admission. Ths Insld Inn It under tha personal., supervision and management of Mr. B. M. ' Statler, th wall known restauranteur of Buffalo, which fact alon guarantees th high quality of the cuisine and service, Th comfort and convenience thus af forded visitors In not having to go outside the grounds or of Incurring th trouble and crushing ot street oars and suburban railway service cannot be overestimated. Onoe a visitor la registered at The Inalde Inn no further admission fee to ih exposi tion Is charged, and after a tiring morning or afternoon on csa readily return to their room, wash and rest up, refresh them elves with a flrst-clasi meal snd then turn out and enjoy the pleaeurei of the evening In the exposition ground. i The enormoua capacity of The Inalde Inn' aeaurea good accommodations fi.r all, no matter hn or In what numbers lh..y coma but those who prefer to re.erv ni- rooms In advance an do so now. Full detuila of ratts and reservations can be had by sending a postal card ta Th Insld Inn, car of AdmlnUtraUoil Uli World' alr Grounds, it v. )