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FOUR
GALVESTON TRIBUNE.
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 25, 1917.
Poetry and Persiflage
The Mettle of a Man
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By HARRY IRVING GREENE
LET GALVESTON REJOICE.
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KIRKLAND.
goner.
him to his stall.
SANCTUM SIFTINGS
as winter,” and just then they
see
was
(To Be Continued.)
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It seems quite evident, remarks our
observant friend, that this waste-no-
food campaign did not originate in the
brain of the average family head.
Member of the Associated Press.
The Associated Press is ezclusively entitle to
the use for republication of all news dispatches
credited to it or not otherwise credited in this
paper, and also the local news published herein.
thing is satisfactory,
covers it all.”
gone and that she would probably
little more of him.
Vaguely she wondered where he
the
in-
"I have just been taking some mov-
ing pictures of life out on your farm.”
“Did you catch any of my laborers
in motion?” asked the old man curious-
ly.
“Sure, I did.”
The farmer shook his head reflec-
tively, then said, “Science is a won-
derful thing.”—Our Dumb Animals.
O doughty Dietetic Guide,
Lead on, lead on! We’re satisfied.
•—Chicago Tribune.
Not Slamming Paw Paw.
The couple will go at once to Paw
A "
Author of “Yozondc of the Wilderness,”
“Barbara of the Snows,” Etc.
To Our Dietetic Guide
(From one husband.)
We’ve substituted corn for wheat
Member American Newspaper Publishers’ Ass’n, Southern Newspaper Publishers’
Ass’n, and Audit Bureau of Circulations.
Eastern Offices.
New York Office, 341 Fifth Ave.
D. J. Randall.
Chicago, St. Louis and Detroit Offices,
The S. C. Beckwith Agency.
The failure of the Zeppelin is sym-
bolical of Germany’s declining prestige.
CHEMIN-DES-DAMES.
In silks and satins the ladies went
Where the breezes sighed and the pop-
lars bent,
Taking the air of a Sunday morn
Midst the red of poppies and gold of
corn—
Flowery ladies in gold brocades,
With negro pages and serving maids,
In scarlet coach or in gilt sedan,
With brooch and buckle and flounce
and fan.
Patch and powder and trailing scent,
Under the trees the ladies went—
Lovely ladies that gleamed and glowed,
As they took the air on the Ladies’
Road.
stant, and seeing no sign of the ap-
proaching master unfolded it until its
miserable scrawl lay revealed to her
eyes. With almost one glance she read
its grewsome message.
Caught in bear trap valley end
Death Trail. Help at once or am
Dillybunyandhiskriendsh
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And pallid cottage-cheese for meat;
With nobly simulated zeal
We chew the dully potatp-peel;
We’ve tested every new disguise
For making rice a glad surprise,
And never throw a bit away,
But mingle all in queer puree.
companion. Yet there was nothing to
do but to push on. Sne would use the
best that was in her unstintedly and
fate must do the rest.
She had reached the highest point of
the trail. Rattlesnake mountain, its
crest looming 3,000 feet above her and
13,000 feet above the level of the sea,
marked the beginning of the down- .
folded bit of paper fastened to
leather collar, hesitated for an
with a prosperous business there.-
Ottawa, la., Journal.
before I book you, I would like to say
a word in regard to costumes. You
Petain has finally told the crown
prince where he gets off, in the only
language the ivory-domed scion of
Prussian militarism can understand.
More strength to your arm, general!
Men 47 years old are being called
to the service in Germany, the youth
having been sacrificed. Germany will
face the coming peace era with half-
nourished babies and half infirm mid-
die-agers. Physically, Germany is al-
ready shot to pieces.—Houston Post.
as she looked across the valley at the
somber rock giants that arose in such
tremendous barriers against all man-
kind. Somewhere among them in the
bowels of some dark canyon he was
toiling in his mammon search, alone
save for his dog and horses, his mind
upon his quest and probably not think-
ing of her once a day. Well, again she
wished him success in his search.
She turned her mind in another di-
rection and tried to think of Denton,
impatiently waiting, but found her eyes
fastened upon the point where Death
Trail, broad and inviting as the road
which leadeth to destruction, wound
over the shoulder of the mountain—the
trail that had left Mrs. Andrews a
widow, the trail of Magool and Jose!
Again her recollection ran over its
grim history as the prospector had nar-
rated it to her, and again she saw his
clean-cut profile as sitting upon the
bowlder by her side he had from his
going of the trail. At times the pre-
cipitousness of the descent teriffied
her, but well shod and with four feet
to hold him back, the horse went safe-
ly down inclines where a man would
have made use of his fingers incessant-
ly.
let the proposition have opportunity for
demonstrating where it stands in the
minds of the people. It is a good ex-
ample for some other of the states to
follow, and while it may not be the
just way of arriving at a verdict, it
indicates that the Ohio public mind is
open to conviction. What is the use
of arguing a question, anyhow, when
it can be settled and settled right by
permitting those most concerned in its
operations to indicate their opinion.
Ohio manifests a disposition to at least
do justice to a large portion of the
population of that state.
should chance offer her an opportunity
to try and repay him she should em-
brace it regardless of consequences,
and at that the spirit of her ancestor
who had fought the Hessians under
Washington, and the great-grandmoth-
er who had shot the Indian, arose with-
in her.
The path of duty lay plainly before
her, and with the self-obliterating in-
stinct which has forever driven wom-
en through plague, pestilence and
the rain of bullets to where she might
minister to suffering man, she started
forward. Her breath was coming in
gasps and her face was tense, but
the unflinching courage of the martyr
filled her bosom.
She ran to her horse. She threw her-
self upon him, and turning his head
upward sent him on a clattering gal-
lop up the first easy incline. Turning
her head, she saw the dog following
close at her heels, and vainly com-
.manded him to leave her and go back
in the hope that his appearance in the
valley might be noticed and an inves-
tigation made. But the dog, knowing
that he had accomplished his mission
as commanded by the only voice to
which he owed allegiance, was now no
Her brain reeled and the paper fell
fluttering to the rocks. It needed lit-
tle imagination to realize the despera-
tion of the call that lay behind those
almost hieroglyphic characters, and the
hideousness of the situation of the writ-
er arose before her as a picture flash-
ed upon a screen. She locked her hands
tightly together as with eyes filled
with horror she assembled her scat-
tered wits.
It was already afternoon' and it was
miles- to the ranch. Her uncle and his
men were off in some indefinite part of
the hills, and it might take hours to lo-
cate them. And having done that, to re-
turn to the spot where she now was
would involve considerable more time,
and it would undoubtedly be dusk before
they would be able to set their feet upon
the beginning of the trail. And from
what she had heard of it would be
suicide for anyone to attempt to cross
it in the darkness.
All this meant that it would be the
next morning before the rescuing party
could start on the climb, and that it
would be afternoon again before they
could reach the sufferer—twenty-four
more hours for him to lie there with
his life blood running away. In all
probability he would be dead long be-
fore they reached him, if he was not
already. She knew little of bear traps
save that they held and mangled, and
womanlike associating all wounds with
the running of blood, she was now con-
vinced that he was bleeding to death.
Should she start now she could reach
him before dark, stanch the wound and
then return and send help to bring
him back. The picture which her mind
drew of him lying helpless in the teeth
cf the iron monster faded, and in its
place arose others in swift moving suc-
cession; the picture of him as he had
stormed down upon her with whirling
loop in her dire distress; her.last sight
of him as she had assured him that
Cruel and Unusual.
Mr. Nuwed—Sweetheart, did you
make the biscuit out of the cookery
book?
Mrs. Nuwed—Yes, love!
Mr. Nuwed—Well, I thought I tasted
one of the covers.— Judge.
Right in Style.
Theater Manager—You say that you
have twenty-five in your troupe. Now, Paw to make their future home, where
the groom is a prominent undertaker,
To use the language of the telegram
to the secretary of the treasury an-
nouncing that this city had fully met
the quota of liberty bond subscription
assigned, "Galveston has subscribed
until it hurt.” But like some of the
physical pains that have afflicted the
! body, it was a tantalizingly delicious
sensation. It was expected that the
" people of this city would answer:
“Paid in full,” when the roll was called,
on Saturday night, but our people have
; long since adopted the habit of doing
the unexpected and in order to give
Liberty Day the right sort of an at-
j mosphere, they passed the goal the
night previous. The subscriptions are
still coming in.
The gentlemen who have manifested
such deep interest in the success of the
second liberty loan deserve the thanks
of the community, but possibly their
greatest gratification will come from
the success that has rewarded their
efforts; however, with a constituency
with which to work such as is found
here, the impossible becomes possible
and a big task becomes- almost an ev-
ery-day affair.
The city has not had so many op-
portunities for feeling elated; the com-
munity has received many more hard
knocks than favors, and almost all of
our causes for rejoicing have been like
the present one, of our own making.
The entering of the United States into
the world war Almost spelled disaster
to this port, and had the people of Gal-
veston selfishly looked to their own in-
terests the sentiment would have been
tremendously against our participation
in the struggle. But the people of this
city believed the world would be a bet-
ter place in which to live with the
destruction of an autocracy whose gos-
pel was that might was right, and
hearty endorsement was given Presi-
dent Wilson in every step he took for
the prosecution of America’s part in the
great war.
Dependent for our prosperity very
largely on shipping, the drawing from
the commerce of this port of nearly
all the vessels in the ocean carrying
trade reduced our income almost to the
vanishing point, but there has been
heard no complaint, it was a necessity
of war. When out of our curtajled
shrinking away from him, and his
charge against her that she was unfair
and unjust.
She had not intended to affront him,
but he had been altogether too im-
perious with her, too masterful, too
forceful! He had taken hold of her as
thought she had been a plastic child,
and her independence had arisen and
she had resented it. The more she
though she had been a plastic child,
vinced that she was glad that he had
Why He Claimed Exemption.
Recruiting Officer—How about join-
ing the colors? Have you any one de-
pendent on you?
Motorist—Have I? There are two
garage owners, six mechanics, four tire
dealers and every gasoline agent with-
in a radius of 125 miles.—Judge.
imagination drawn the picture that had
held her interest for a long hour.
\
To herself she admitted the smooth-
ness of his tones, the keenness of his
imagination and the virility of his
flesh; but against those she offset the
freedom of his manner toward her. The
spirit of revolt arose against him even
in his absence, though she knew she
would have despised him had he shown
the least subservience toward her.
Her heart gave a great leap and she
sank back, grown weak as a cat for the
moment as she gazed down the gorge
toward the place where she had en-
tered it. For just entering its mouth
and shambling toward her came a great
brute with head held low and red ton-*
gue lolling. For an instant the ter-
ror of an unarmed woman suddenly
confronted by a wild beast possessed
her.
Her horse was a dozen yards away,
and leaping to her feet as her first
weakness passed she made a step to-
ward Smoke, who, with head raised,
was viewing the oncoming animal with
the serenity of disinterest. She look-
ed again, closer now, and the leapings
of her heart ceased and she smiled as
she reseated herself with a quick ar-
ranging of her skirts.
She had caught a glimpse of the long
bushlike tail of the oncoming mon-
ster and now readily recognized him as
the big St. Bernard of the prospector,
Captain, her devoted admirer. And as
the dog was coming, as a matter of
course his master would not be far
behind him. She settled herself for the
inevitable meeting, her face turned
the other way.
She heard the light patter of steps
and the next instant felt the nose of
the animal as he thrust it against her
hand, and turni.ng her face saw him
standing by her side, his brown eyes
gazing sorrowfully into her own and
his tongue lolling from between his
strong white teeth. She glanced down
the gorge, saw no follower of the shag-
gy one, and bending over him she laid
her hand affectionately upon his head.
Then for the first time she noticed a
The acceptance of a 73-year-old ap-
plicant by the local army recruiting
station in Oklahoma, while it may sig-
nifty that the man accepted was of ex-
traordinarily good physical condition,
may be made to further signify that
an arbitrary age limit will deprive any
. cause or organization of some valuable
help. 'There are thousands of men in
this country who are beyond the draft
age, yet who are physically as able to
, undergo the training, the trench con-
ditions and other demands made upon
the soldier as are the men of much
younger age. While as a rule the
younger man,makes the more ideal sol-
dier, a registration of all the males of
the nation might have brought into
the service a number of men whose
years would have been no impediment
to their usefulness. Patriotism refuses
to reside within any age limit or par-
ticular territorial boundaries.
I think that
She had mastered the art of saddling
‘ and bridling quickly, and within five
minutes had safely cinched her saddle
with the double girth and bridled him
with the Spanish bit. Limber of knee
1 she mounted easily and rode from the
corral, unpinning the gate from with-
in and fastening it from the other side
without leaving the saddle.
Along the valley and just at the base
of the foothills she rode in the midst
of the afternoon, the breeze snapping
at the loose ends of the handkerchief
that she wore loosely around her neck.
At a swift lope she glided over the lev-
el where she had met the long-horned
1 brute of the herd, smiling as she pass-
ed the spot where she had sat upon
the ground and Kirkland had glowered
down upon her in mystified disapprov-
al. Then urging Smoke into a gallop
she rode on.
She reached the mouth of the gorge
where the melted snow stream came
tumbling forth with a roar and a flash
of foam, and turning up it rode to the
place where she had received her first
instructions in the art of shooting
straight.
She dismounted and seated herself
upon a bowlder, realizing a few mo-
ments later that she unconsciously se-
lected the identical one upon which she
had sat the day he had taken her hand
within his own. Slowly her mind ran
over the occurrences of that day, her
As if to terminate the interview she
arose, passed down the road that led to
the corral, her shapely head erect
and her bosom drinking deep of the
champagne air of the mountains. In
her lightness of foot and elasticity she
moved like the incarnation of the range
itself, whose heritage was freedom,
youth and independence. She was more
bronzed than when she had come into
this region, more buoyant of step and
more free of action and speech.
Gradually but inevitably the foot-
hills and mountains were marking her
as of their own kith and kin, and for
her own part she no longer feared their
silence and immensity. Where to be-
gin with she had stood before them
in awe, she now accepted them as but
the greater brother of the meadows
and knolls of her eastern home; com-
rades grown vast in the immensity
of their own environment, comrades of
greater dignity and sternness to be sure,
yet, nevertheless, her friends, her coun-
selors, her refuge.
And now, worried she knew not why,
she sought their silent companion-
ship as in the years before when pet-
ty troubles vaxed her she had often
gone to the low wooded hills of her
home to throw herself upon their
breasts that she might draw peace from
their peacefulness and patience from
their patience. She entered the corral
where several horses stood unfettered.
Nero, the unbreakable buckskin gled-
ing whom few men could ride, threw
his heels warningly in her direction
and then backed into a corner, dancing
as lightly as a girl of the chorus and
snorting as he faced her with ears
laid back. But Jenny, the gentle brood
mare of the fold, came to her and nosed
her with nostrils of silk as she de-
manded her toll of caresses.
Smoke, neither affectionate or un-
friendly, wise with the experience of
middle life which told him that unques-
tioning obedience was the sum of horse-
sense, ignored all three of them and
gazed through the poles of the corral
with pensive eyes. She approached him,
stroked him for a moment and then
taking him gently by the nostrils led
Boom of thunder and lightning flash—
The torn earth rocks to the barrage
crash;
The bullets whine, and the bullets sing
From the mad machine guns chatter-
ing;
Black smoke rolling across the mud,
Trenches plastered with flesh and
blood—
The blue ranks lock with the ranks of
gray,
Stab and stagger and sob and sway;
The living cringe from the shrapnel
bursts,
The dying moan of their burning
thirsts—-
Moan and die in the gulping slough—
Where are the butterfly ladies now?
—Punch.
MAKING GOOD.
Austin Statesman:
The efficiency of American railroads
has been strikingly demonstrated as a
result of this country’s entrance into
the war. They are furnishing facili-
ties for transportation which would
not have been believed possible but
a short time ago and through rigid
economy are helping largely in conser-
vation of the nation’s fuel supply,
without interfering greatly with their
service to the public.
Practically all the railroads have
made the meeting of the government’s
transportation problems their great
aim and have accepted all suggestions
as to increasing their service to the
nation. This has been done, too, with-
out impairing the credit of the roads,
and their harshest critics can not find
fault with their war-time manage-
ment.
“But he saved your life. Surely you
have not forgotten that!”
“I have not and I never shall. In
that respect I owe all to him that a
woman can owe to a man; in other
respects, nothing. We met by chance,
associated somewhat as mere acquaint-
ances, parted with mutual good wishes,
and so far as I am concerned every-
The state of Ohio will vote upon a
referendum on the presidential suf-
frage question at the coming Novem-
ber election. This probably indicates
that the voters of Ohio are willing to
AUTOCRACY.
Fort Worth Record:
Autocracy was born centuries ago. It
is a relic of the rack and the torture
wheel.
Autocracy has destroyed civilization
and republics.
Autocracy has defied God and cruci-
fied Christ.
Autocracy has murdered millions of
hapless men and women.
Autocracy has sent to crossless
graves millions of children who died
for want of bread.
Autocracy has deluged . the world
with blood. In all the years since time
was young, autocracy has made despots
and Croesuses of the few and slaves,
mere beasts of burden, of the many.
Autocracy has bludgeoned liberty
throughout the ages and "n all climes.
Autocracy is responsible for the
world war of today and should it cost
one hundred billions or two hundred
billions and the lives of twenty mil-
lion men instead of the ten millions
who died on the battlefield, it will be
cheap to the sons and daughters of
men who are to come after them, re- ’
gardless of the price to be paid.
Paderewski will aid Col. House col-
lecting peace data. Possibly write a
symphony on the subject.
The old maxim of “All work and no
play makes Jack a dull boy,” might
be made to read, “All war and no play,”
for the result would probably be the
same—a dull boy. So the war depart-
ment is lending encouragement to the
proposition of providing amusement for
the soldiers in the training camps and
in the trenches. Just now plans are be-
ing discussed looking to some exten-
sive scheme for giving the men moving
pictures, clubs, theaters, etc., and in
the meantime the Y. M. C. A. is en-
deavoring to supply these needs of the
men. Probably one reason why the
average American, be he civilian or
soldier, is more quick of mind than the
European, is that the desire for enter-
tainment and recreation is given wider
attention. There is no limit to the va-
riety of pastimes offered the American
and his alertness indicates that the
theory is well-founded.
thousand feet above the path she
must follow and nearly as far below in
a colossal trap which spread half a
mountain side. Huge enough to over-
whelm an army, balanced so lightly
that a mouse might have sprung it,
she marveled that it did not come
pouring down like water before each
breeze that blew over it. Not dar-
ing to hesitate, she threw the reins
over her .animal’s neck, that she might
by no involuntary jerk distract him,
clasped the pommel tightly, and once
more shutting her eyes told him that
he must go on.
With infinite care, dropping his feet
with incredible lightness, the horse
went on. Two-thirds of the way was
accomplished without a misstep, then
the girl felt a sudden sinking of the
animal’s hind quarters and a cry arose
to her throat as she clutched him des-
perately. A second later and the hind
foot which had made the slip was on
the foot-wide trail again, but scarce-
ly had he regained his poise than from
close behind came first a tinkling rat-
tle and then a dull grind that quickly
deepened into the roar of a train pass-
ing through a tunnel.
Involuntarily she turned her head
and looked. Behind her, above and be-
across Jack Frost. He
You remember in the last story that
Billy Bunny and his kind Uncle Lucky
had just driven away from the hotel
where they had eaten lunch and had
fed the Lucymobile with oats and hay
and a cold drink of gasoline.
“Goodness gracious meebus! ex-
cairned the old gentleman rabbit, and
he turned up his coat collar and pulled
down his wedding stovepipe hat. “It’s
His Honesty.
“Would you say that Glithers, the
capitalist, is an honest man?” “No,
I wouldn’t say he’s a dishonest man.”
“What sort of a fellow is he, then?”
“One of those persons for whose bene-
fit legal technicalities were invented.”
—Brooklyn Citizen.
The outcome of the suit brought
against the coal miners of Arkansas
by the mine owners, involving more
than two million dollars, will be
watched with interest, for it involves
some very nice points at law. The
mine owners charge that the workers
entered into a conspiracy to wreck the
business and destroy the property of
nonunion coal operators, contrary to
the provisions of the Sherman anti-
trust act. The case is being tried in a
federal court and therefore assumes
national importance. The arbitration
of differences between employers and
employees having met with rather an
indifferent reception, it may be that
eventually the courts of the land will
be invited to pass upon the merits of
these disputes. It would be one way of
averting a strike and might well be
tried out, for the strike seldom makes
just and final settlement, while it
Coal corporations are entering suit
against the mine workers’ union.
“Sauce for the goose is saure for the
gander.”
Taking No Chances.
Although he is a Scotsman, Sir J.- M.
Earrie, whose delightful new play, “A
Kiss for Cinderella,” is drawing all
London, does not in the least mind tell-
ing a story against his countrymen. On
one occasion a lady was jokingly re-
proaching him on the Scots’ reputation
for “nearness.”
“Yes,” said Barrie, “we Scots abhor
waste. Did you ever hear of the aged
Saunders Carlyle, who always drank off
his whisky to the last drop the very
instant it was poured- out for him?
“ ‘Why do you drink down your
liquor in that quick way?’ a stranger
said to Saunders in a reproachful tone.
“ ‘I once had one knocked over,’ the
old man explained.”—Exchange.
THE DECEMBER CONGRESS.
Beaumont Journal:
The “regular” session of the sixty-
fifth congress—beginning Dec. 3—will
not be the important session the “war
congress” happened to be, but will be
more like the sessions to which we
were accustomed prior to the outbreak
of the war.
It will clean up any fag ends of war
legislation—if any—and will tackle
various domestic questions the war
congress could not handle.'
Questions relating to railroads, coal,
prohibition, will be favorites. The
prohibition amendment to the consti-
tution has passed the senate and will
come up im the house. Action is also
probable on the woman’s suffrage
amendment to the constitution, while
department budgets will be met with
in great profusion.
In addition to the foregoing impor-
tant questions, numberless congress-
men will deliver speeches for home
consumption, so as to prepare for the
following congressional elections.
what to do, for he had gotten along
very well all these years although he
was a bachelor.
Well, after they had gone for a
mile or three, they came to a funny
looking thing lying on the grass, for
they were still driving through the
fields you know. “What’s that?” asked
Uncle Lucky, and he jumped out of
the Luckymobile and went over to
look at it.
And just then "Robbie Redbreast
flew by and said, “Don’t touch it!
Don’t touch it!” But, oh dear me! Poor
Uncle Lucky didn’t hear him in time
and the first thing he knew the queer
looking iron thing snapped and caught
him by the left hind leg. /
“Goodness gracious meebus! Now
I’m a goner!” cried the old gentleman
rabbit, and he sat down the best he
could, for the trap pinched his left
leg dreadfully and it was hard to bend
his knee. And then he took off his
wedding stovepipe hat and scratched
his left ear.
“Uncle Lucky! Uncle Lucky!” cried
the little rabbit, and would you believe
it, he seemed to feel worse than the
old gentleman rabbit. But, of course,
he didn’t, for it wasn’t his leg that was
being pinched you know. And in the
next story you shall hear how the lit-
tle rabbit saved his dear kind uncle
from the cruel trap—that is, if the
crafty Daddy Fox doesn’t happen to
pass before then.
TFT F PHONF S Business Office and Adv. Dept. 83, Circulation Dept. 1396.
1 —HF- Editorial Rooms 49 and 1395, Society Editor 2524.
SUBSCRIPTION RATES
standing on a ladder painting
revenue we were called upon to par-
ticipate in the first liberty loan, the
people responded and met the require-
ment. Asked for men, Galveston gave
of her sons' in the name of liberty.
Freely have the people contributed of
their means for forwarding the work
of the Red Cross, for financing the
army Young Men’s Christian associa-
tion, for the relief of starving victims
of Germany’s cruel war policy, and
now, with commercial and industrial
conditions at ebb-tide, our people not
only measure up to what is asked of
them, but put the emphasis on our
earnestness by helping to make good
the deficiency of some other com-
munity.
All this has been done in the full
light of knowledge that there will be
other calls upon the generosity of the
people of this city. Nothing that
brings the least promise of success to
the cause we have espoused is going
to be neglected by the people of Gal-
veston. While the city has given until
it hurts, the more it hurts, the more
they are going to give. Galveston is
a part of the .United States and recog-
nizes its fellowship. It may have been
for the reason that the people of this
city have been nurtured in a school
where big things comprise a large part
of the curriculum, or it may be that
hard knocks have taught us to realize
the necessity of full co-operation in an
endeavor to attain a purpose, or it may
• be explained in a thousand other ways,
but no explanation is going to be per-
mitted to deprive us of the right we
feel we have earned to rejoice in a
good accomplished and probably of the
setting an example of grit to the
• more able and less ardent communi-
ties of the country.
know this is a burlesque house and we
expect the costumes to be—er—lim-
ited.
Advance Agent—We dispense with
costumes altogether.
Theater Manager—But that would—
er—er---
Advance Agent—Ah, but it’s a troupe
of trained dogs I wish to book.—Ex-
change.
Business Is Business.
On account of the funeral of Mrs.
Hulda Silver, wife of Nathan Silver,
our store will be closed all day Fri-
day, but will open again Saturday with
splendid bargains throughout the en-
tire store.—Silver’s Department Store.
—Iona, Mich., Sentinel.
For every wound an American sol-
dier receives at the front, he is going
to get a ribbon. Isn’t that sweet,
girls?
Prince Lichtenstein of Austria: “If
peace is rejected we shall seize the
sword, which, as hitherto, with God’s
help, will decide in our favor.”
Uncle Sam: “Go as far as you like,
my bucko.”
low, the vast slide was in motion,
sweeping swiftly down in a tumult
that swelled into the din of crashing
broadsides as thousands of tons of the
shale piled themselves upon the huge
heaps that had preceded them in the
previous years to the bottom of the
canyon.
With rare quickness and * good for-
tune Smoke had been able to extricate
himself before being caught, while the
dog, who now chanced to precede them,
had not been involved.
Then upon her came the' knowledge
that the trail had been destroyed and
that she was absolutely cut off from
all possibility of returning. ne had
left no word as to where she was go-
ing, no one would dream that she
would attempt this ghastly way, and
there was little chance that they would
search for her in this direction. She
was walled in between a wilderness of
towering peaks with either a sorely
wounded man or a corpse as her sole
longer to be restrained from returning
to the master he so well knew to be
in trouble. Unable to enforce her com-
mands, the girl pressed on.
She wound her way up until the
trail became more level, pushing Smoke
hard in her distress. To her left the
mountains arose quietly to a consider-
able height, while to her right they
sank as placidly to the valley, the
trail lying as broad as a wagon road.
She could lope nearly all the time, and
a sudden relief came to her as one who
awakens from a nightmare.
So far the trail had been such that a
child could have followed it in safety,
and she found herself whispering that
others had exaggerated it to her in
order to keep her from wandering into
the mountains and possibly becoming
lost. As far ahead as she could see
it held no terrors, and already she
was well upon her way. With renewed
courage she urged her horse on.
She swung around the shoulder of a
giant rock that rose nearly upright
for a hundred feet above her head,
gasped and felt her head swim as
Smoke, with a snort, stiffened his legs
and stopped himself with a sudden-
ness that threw her against the pom-
mel.
Or one side of the mountains shot
up with almost steeple perpendicular-
ity, their ragged crests topping in a
cloud-flecked sky; on the other was
a practically sheer plunge of 500 feet
to the bottom of a canyon, where a
white-flecked torrent roared among
jagged rocks.
Before her the trail suddenly narrow-
ed to a yard, seeming to grow thinner
and thinner until it dwindled to a mere
ribbon as it wound its way out of
sight beyond the next turn.
Half fainting, she grasped the horn
for support as her eyes fell from the
swimming peaks to the awful plunge,
and for a moment she grew sick with
the knee weakness that sometimes un-
dermines the bravest will in the real-
ization that it cannot depend upon the
weak flesh for support.
Then once more arose the grewsome
picture of the man who had saved, her
life lying in that thing of horror, fol-
lowed by the remembrance that she'
could trust Smoke’s mountain wisdom
to the uttermost. She had ut to hang
onto the saddle and let him have his
head, and shutting her eyes and with
a dry throat she commanded him on-
ward.
She felt him pick his way slowly on,
the brushing of rocks against her left
leg telling her how closely he was hug-
ging the mountain side, and therefore
how near must be the gulf of the
other. Gradually her faintness passed,
and as the horse came to abrupt halt
she unclosed her eyes.
Against one elbow the mountain
arose precipitately, and she dared not
raise her head to see its height, but
before her and at her other side the
plunge was sheer.
Her horse), half turned around a
right angle bend, stood with head held
low and nostrils which snuffed over
the ledge. But she felt steadier now,
and knowing there was no retreat,
again commanded him forward.
With the caution of one who treads
a slack wire, he swung himself around
the turn.
With the inferno left behind and the
trail again broadening to a safe width,
she became collected once more in , her
knowledge that the animal who bore
her was as nerveless before great-
depths as a machine.
Softly she confided her faith in him,
patting his neck and stroking his ears.
Then as they rounded another bend
her heart leaped once more, for bel-
fore her lay the place that the man
for whom she was searching had told
her was the most dangerous, in all that
evil way—the shale rock slide.
Just before her it was, steep as
a roof, a barren field stretching a
brings injury and loss to those who
are in no manner concerned in the
outcome.
The Wonders of Science.
A camera man working for the edu-
cational department of a film com-
pany met an old farmer coming out of
a house in the town where he was
working and explained his presence in
leaves yellow and red and brown, and
every once in a while he would
whistle, and sometimes he’d sing:
“Hip, hurray, for it’s cool today, '—■
And my colors all are bright and gay.
I’ll turn the grapes a purple hue.
And I’ll break the chestnut burs in two,
And crackling stalks of the yellow
corn
I’ll cover with frost in the early morn.”
“Don’t you come around to my house
and paint any frosty pictures on the
windows till I get the furnace going,”
said the old gentleman rabbit. “I don’t *
want to get the rheumatism.”
[ “All right, Mr. Lucky Lefthindfoot,”
said Jack Frost, “but we’re going to
have an early winter, so you had bet-
ter tell your furnace man to get the
stovepipes out and the stoves cleaned.”
And then Uncle Lucky drove away be-
fore Jack Frost could tell him any-
thing more, for the old gentleman rab-
bit didn’t like to have people tell him
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