Yoakum Weekly Herald (Yoakum, Tex.), Vol. 12, No. 41, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 4, 1908 Page: 14 of 20
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"Le«s than 25 yearn from now rat)
locomotives will carry no fuel.
Jru.iis all over the country will be
n »>v Iiiitor ennvevefl hv Wire from a
)zen great central plants located Id
neighborhood of coal mines There
nil be no smoke, no cinders, to mak«
Journey by rail disagreeable.” Thus
liof Robert H Kern a Id, expert In
large of the government fuel In-
liry Is quoted by Robert Franklin in
)e Technical World Magazine. It
i been proved practicable, he says
the help of gas-producers and gas
^igines, to convert the energy of coal
Ito electricity and transmit It by
llle over distances exceeding
■lea i bis means t hat t ralna cou I
run from a single central plant
er 200,000 square miles—an area
fearly four time: that of the state of
llnois—and that tan or twelve auch
junta, located at or near mining cen-
bra. could furnish motive power for
|l the railroads In the I'nited Stat<
Now that it L commercially possibl*
transmit electric power 250 miles
more,” says Prof Fernald, ‘‘the lo-
ti Ion of Immense gas producer plants
the mines, or within easy reach of
Bin, must speedily follow. Hut it
joiild not be supposed that this power
Fill be utilized only by the railroads
the country. It will be supplied to
Lrtnri'-s, and employed for all sorts of
idnstrial purposes in cities and
hues whose populations will be thus
balded to enjoy cleanlim ss and free-
l>
■yi rhl is the Int t oduct Ion to a
bmarkable article In this magazine.
"'Sr/"'/ TZzufJv&trjGMT
Several plans have been made to es-
Hdish a national American university,
fin nba r*i entl\ expressed in a bill
produced into the house of represent-
^ives. Is as old as the country. Wash-
Igton, in his address to congress
1890, urged the promotion of
rt and science, and recommended
mt congress consider ‘‘whether till-;
b'sliuble object will be best promoted
affording aids to seminaries of
pirning already established, by the in-
itntIon of a national university, or
any other expedients.” The ques-
|tn sugv<“sted by Washington has not
p.*u finally settled, although It has
fcen answcrcil in part by the growth
many colleges and universities
iroughout the land. In a country like
lira of wide area there should be
)uny great centers of education. It
»netlmes seems better to strengthen
le colleges we have than to found
|ew ones, but there is room for others.
national university might have spo-
lul functions such as present institu-
lons are not In jiosition to discharge,
|nd :t1 "ific i .,t ire would make it u
pwerful Influence in American higher
■ucation, which is now disorganized
kd uncertain in standard.
There have been from time to time
bauy reported inventions of bullet-
woof coats or undershirts; out some-
pw none ever seemed to meet a n ally
■equate test Now comes the story
bat a Hu itin colonel litis devised
garment of tills kind which is act-
ktliy what is claimed. While the
Lrmula for construction is not given
nt, the announcement is made that
he materials are three and a half
Lims as hard as steel and are war-
kited to ward ofT a Mauser bullet
wed f: • »in a High power rifle Still, It
I not going 'o be easy to obtain or
tear the bullet proof coat The gar
fc '
)unds, and a man trotting around In
miiut aomothlnof Him tho urmnr.
leased knights of old. Hut, asks the
■toy Times, what are cost and weight
pmpared to value as a lift; preserver?
the coat Is truly bullet proof no
bubt there are a good many rich and
■led personi in Russia who would
pink the garment clo-ap at td tinier
bin cost In ........ and diseomlort.
SYNOPSIS.
The story opens during a trip of the
“Overland Mall” through the llocky
mountains, while efforts are being made
to build up the country. “Uncle Hilly”
Dodge, stage driver. Alfred Vincent, a
young man, and 1’hlneas Cadwallader, In-
troduci d. They come across the re-
timing of a massacre.
CHAPTER I.—Continued.
‘‘Aifrhony himself taught her; he
was a toarheh once. She was as peart
as chain lightning; and he had oodles
of books.
"Anthony went flat broke a few
yeahs back; lost everything, including
his grip. Some friend put in a word
for him with the old man, and he came
ovch hynh to hold up this station."
"Is he going to keep her here al-
ways?"
"No, that’s fretting him. He told
me on the quiet he was fixing to take
her Inside and put her to school this
yeah In San Francisco.”
“How old is she?”
"She’s young enough. Say, young
felleh!” Uncle Hilly turned sharply,
and his words were stern. "Likely she
ain't rut afteh the pattern o' crinoline
.mu used to, but slms fast colons
all right. And if—we may see nto’
like—like what's back yendeh—I want
to stake you right now to stand by
Stella Anthony."
"You can count on me."
The words wen? curt, but something
In their litterunce satisfied the driver.
"Jiminy! The barn’s gone!" Uncle
Hilly exclaimed as the* stage drew near
u square stone house, loop-holed like
a battle ship, with tiny points of light
shilling through.
A heavy liar rattled to the floor in-
side, the one door opened cautiously,
and a woman appeared holding a can-
dle in her npligted hand. She was
tall and straight, her figure youthful
in spite of unusual size; but the
flaring flame, gleaming dawn over her
breeze-tossed hair, cast aging shad-
ows on her face; and Alfred saw the
candle stick shake.
"It that you. Uncle Hilly?” The
voice was steady, yet Alfied caught
Its note of terror.
"Yt», honey.” Relief and tender-
ness blended in the answer.
"The Indians—did you get through
without any trouble?”
"Yes, without trouble, now that I
see my little gal's safe.” He was
quickly on the gi’ound, his arms
around her.
"Oh. Uncle Hilly, father’s—oh, I
don’t know where he Is! The barn's
burned, the stock gone, and Gid and
I’ve fought 'em all—” Her voice broke,
and she hid her face on his shoulder.
bending under a load that she had
lifted with ease.
“I’ll take them, stranger.” Gideon
had dropped the barley and stepped
quickly’ to Stella's side.
Alfred turned, startled at that which
his sensitive ear heard in the voice.
He met a pair of black, burning eyes
in a swarthy face not yet divorced from
boyishness, though full manhood spoke
from the straight figure and sinewy
movements. Alfred needed no Inter-
preter for that jealous look, needed no
one to tell him of the instant hostility
that lurked in the darkling eye, and
found quick response in his own heart.
He relinquished the blankets and re-
tired to his chair, his eye the busier
since hands must be idle.
He looked about, upon the bar in the
corner, its glittering glass and one
kerosene lamp the only brightness in
the gloomy room; upon the dark,
weapon-hung walls, and the significant
loop-holes that gleamed small and
black against the starlit night without.
Hare floors, rude home-made furniture
—it was life more1 primitive than Al-
fred could possibly have Imagined ten
days before.
One object removed it from sav-
agery, Stella's small cane rocking-
chair. It queened the barbarous room,
an omen of coming civilization. From
the chair to Stella herself Alfred's eye
wandered, noting her incongruous
dress, a rich lavender silk skirt, one?
boasting a train, though now cut half-
shoe short, disclosing costly French
boots, one tori, at the side. Her linen
waist was jewel-clasped at the white
■aid, and
peared.
"Cracky, this is good!” Fhlneas ex-
claimed as he looked over the table.
"Milk, by the eternal!”
"Yes, but It’s our last, I guess. They
got the cow. I—” She stopped abrupt-
ly and left the room.
Pblneas was at heart a coward, yet
he strove to hide it under bravado;
and he took his turn In the darkness
with a half merry, half contemptuous
badinage that was sufficiently decelv-
Alfred ate sparingly, silently, his
mind intent on impending tragedy.
‘ Your hand is hurt, sir,” Stella said
as she placed the hot bacon before
him. Without more words she cut the
meat and buttered his biscuit. It was
done quickly, Incidentally. She did
not falter, her face was calm. Yet
when she came with old linen and
home made lotions to dress the angry
burn her touch upon Alfred’s hand
was Icy cold.
The dressing was barely finished
when Phlneas’ challenge was heard,
and a white man's voice replied.
"That's Curly Joe from Maloney’s.”
Stella said. "Sit still and finish your
supper,” she added, as Alfred started
to his feet. “It’s not Indians; you
won't be needed."
Heedless of her words he followed
her to the door, where she stood look-
ing out.
"Curly Joe’s brought some stock,”
she said, glancing over her shoulder
as he came near, “some they had a
chance to buy I heard him say. It’s
In the nick of time for us.”
She stepped back to the table and
poured another cup of coffee. “Have
this fresh cup, sir. You’re not needed
—now’.”
Alfred seated himself and she went
to the kitchen, leaving him to ponder
the adverb of time so significantly
spoken.
Stella did not return, though Al-
fred finished his coffee' and waited,
the minutes dragging with his inac-
tion, until the searchers returned.
Stella heard them and hastened to
the door, peering into the darkness.
A whispered parley kept her waiting.
At last Uncle Hilly stepped into the
light. Stella gave him a quick look,
read* the answer to her mute question
Stella gaaed alternately at her two
advisers, dumbly striving to adjust her
grief stricken mind to this hard exi
gency.
"Oh, Uiadon, I can’t let you s‘av
alone! I—”
Uncle Hilly laid a tender hand on
her arm. “Honey! Can’t you buck
up to the game just a mite? Wouldn't
yo’ paw tell you to?’’
She nodded and turned aside. Both
nren looked at her Intently, one with
a passionately yearning gaze. In a
mnmont sha fnaaH him anilllnv reso-
lutely, though Alfred saw unheeded
tears on her cheek.
"If you and Old will eat a little sup-
per I'll get ready right away. I'll be
—I’ll be good.” The words trembled
off into a sob that was touchingly
childlike.
"You go right to lake Bennett.” the
driver said as he finished his coffee a
little later. "He’s on the railroad at I
the ‘Front,’ whereveh that is. You
tell him I sent you. Bennett is one of j
Superintendent Gregory's foremen1; a
wmt
5?
Small boys who are afraid to go out
kto the streets to play lest they should
ft t run over may be fired by the great
>pe that some day they will be
h-csldent of the United States, but the
pugh and tumble kid has his eye fixed
a position as pitcher in the cham-
lonship team of one of the big
fagues. That appears to him to be a
Igher position than president or even
norwalker in a department store. As
p pitches the tattered ball In the va
Mit lot his mind's eye wanders for-
the time when admiring mul-
will rise up to applaud his
meanwhile saving enough of
lelr strength to throw pop bottles at
|s adversary of the rival team.
a dispatch says that Frlnce Vladl
Sergejetvitcb Kutuzoff and Lis
, Warwara TranovBkaja Kutuzuff,
Russia, have gone to Doukhobort-
ty Note to printer: Please pul the
kttars back In the alphabet after
ling.
gome men are bachelors and some
bigamists. Between the two is s
about which executive messages
never writtten, or against whom
rrants are rarely issued. It moat be
orles* life. /
1
......jin'itaiftikfr
CHAPTER II.
Hail and Farewell.
Quickly Stella controlled herself
and was going about the station duties
with a quiet calmness that surprised
Alfred.
"We've a little barley In her, for-
tunately, and some blankets for the
mules; but the hay's gone. You'll have
to unhitch for a few minutes, won't
you, Uncle Hilly? They can't double
without a little rest, can they?”
“Yes, but not for long. We’ve got
to be at Maloney's in time to send
help back hyah befo’ day. The red
devils ain't through hyah; there's
whisky left, and brandy, I see, and—”
"Not so much, Uncle Hilly. I burned
all the brandy to make bullets—
melted all the pewter stuff, too.”
“Well. I sweah! I didn't reckon yn’
fatheh’d ever be short on ammuni-
tion."
"it's ordered long ago, but the agent
hasn’t sent It. Father’ll come soon—
hope. It’s too bad that you must
help with the team. Uncle Hilly.”
That’s no matteh. The only thing
is to feed and get away as soon as I
can. Where’d yo’ fatheh go?”
"He took some stock up to the
meadows this morning; he should
have been back before noou, and—’’
She stopped abruptly and turned
away.
The driver paled and looked quickly
toward a tall young man busy at one
of the lockers He caught the driver’s
wordless question and nodded signlf
icantly.
Stella, facing away from them, was
placing dishes on the table. “I’ll have
supper for you soon,” she said present-
ly. "We didn’t dare begin to cook
before for fear—for fear—”
"All right, Stella. These passengehs,
Mr. Vincent and Mr. Cadwalladeh. will
eat; but Old an' I'll go and look up the
old man first.”
* Stella flashed him a grateful look
before nodding to the strangers, the
only acknowledgment of the Introduc-
tion she took time for. She lighted a
lantern and set it near the door;
brought a whisky flask from behind
the bar, and some white cloth, and
placed both beside the lantern.
Alfred sickened at the broken sen-
tences, sinister pauses, and still more
sinister preparations; yet Intently
watched the hurrying workers.
“Old. take out the barley and feed
’em double measure. I’ll help you
blanket ’em In a minute.”
Gideon shouldered the barley Just
as 8tella pulled a pile of heavy blan
kets from a shelf. Alfred started for-
ward Ui help her.
“You’d Hardly Trust. Me If I Accepted
Okher Terms.”
squareh man—his wife’s even squareh
—lie’ll deal you a straight game, little
one. There's Sally B., too. she’s white,
and can motheh a whole brood like
you and not let one chick get a cold
toe."
“And I’ll follow as soon as I can slip
this,” Gideon added, his glance sweep-
ing the shadow-peopled room.
“I’m coming myself, honey. I’m
coming to be near you, and to watch
that Sacramento four tackle the big-
gest job of building since Babel."
Uncle Hilly rose and went out.
Soon all was ready. Stella watted
by her trunk for the coach to swing
round.
"Oh, Gideon, how can I leave you?”
she sobbed as he came to her side.
"Hut I wouldn't go unless you stayed.”
"All aboard, honey!” called the
driver’s kind voice from the dark.
“Salt Lake City in ten hours!”
Gideon caught her In an embrace
she long remembered. It was not fare-
well, but appropriation. “Good-bye,
MoppetL,” ho whispered, ‘ I’ll come
sewn.”
Stella Felt His Solicitous Though Unspoken Interest.
neck and belted with a zone of quartz
crystals clear as diamonds. Her comb,
banded with delicate pink coral, held
In place a coronet of glinting golden
brown braids, adorning but not dis-
guising the shapeliness of her perfect-
ly poised head. And from all this
misplaced elegance a short red calico
apron screamed at the eye with the ar-
rogance of a boor In power.
Calmly unconscious of Alfred's scru-
tiny, Stella was coming and going,
preparing the late supper.
The team, unhitched but not unhar-
nessed, was fed, blanketed and tied to
the coach wheels In front of the door;
and Uncle Billy stepped inside and
addressed Vincent and Cadwallader.
"I reckon you two fellehs will have
to take turns gyardlng that team while
we re gone. If you’d care to get away
from hyah with yo’ own hair on. Fiah
two shots, wait a minute and flah one,
If yo’re molested.”
Gideon came In with an armful of
wood. Alfred saw him answer the
driver's unspoken call, saw both
leave the house without looking at
Rtella. though her apprehensive eyes
followed them through the door Into
the night.
The simple supper of bacon, bis-
cuits, potatoes, beans and dried-apple
pie was on the table. 8tells pushed
up a short bench and beckoned to
Alfred.
He rose and shook his head. “No,
and felt uiui*«lf i i'll i«t Mr. Cadwallader eat first. b«
and fled. Alfred saw 1 white, set
face (is she passed.
Duty and love are weapons that af-
fliction at her worst is compelled to
respect. Alone Stella fought her
quick battle for composure; and when
she brought In supper for the two
men her face was less stricken than
Uncle Billy’s. He went to her, took
her hands In his own, lifted his re-
luctant eyes to her. “Honey, you—
you must go—In an houh, less time if
possible—”
She met his look bravely, her voice
unfaltering, though words came lame-
ly. “But father—I cannot leave him.
Where—where Is he?”
“Child, we burled him—Gld and me.
We did It—good, and I mapped the
place, so you can find—but not any
Injun. And, honey, you must—must
get ready quick.”
Stella's head drooped. Alfred saw
her throat throb, her hands tighten
convulsively on Uncle Billy’s.
“But the station, and the company’s
property—I mustn’t leave that till—"
She lifted her face; her lips twitched
pitifully.
“Old, you tell her you ain’t a boy
—yo’re a man, and brave enough to
stay hyah and keep the station till
they send some one from Maloney’s.”
“Yes. Stella, you must go. Uncle
Bill's the boss. I'll at ay, a* he says,
till the station's manned again; then
I’ll follow you to—to wherever you go
—always.”
CHAPTER III.
Alfred Promises Allegiance.
Alfred studied Gov. Stanford’s face
keenly while the latter re-read Mr.
Huntington’s letter.
H said in part: "For three years I
hav^ closely observed this young man
and found him, I believe, peculiarly
adapted to business of a delicate na-
ture, for which we shall have growing
1 need. He Is older than he looks and
wiser than his age. His character
4oes hot altogether show In his face,
and few would suspect such a slender
youth of his capacity for the affairs
f°u thay require of him.”
Alfred was gratified at what he saw
| it tka governor’s eyes as he looked up
from the letter.
"^tning man, because of Mr. Hunt-
lagt»»n’8 strong letter we’re going to
tru»l .you beyond your years. It will
be Vfcried and difficult task. Do you
think .you will be equal to It?”
"All that I can do, sir, is to promise
my best effort and ask you to try me.”
“Can you take hectoring good na-
turedly?” asked Mr. Crocker. "You
can’t go far on such a shape as you
have out west here; there's too much
Harvard college and ballroom in it."
The governor spoke at once. “I be-
lieve Vincent will safely weather re-
marks concerning his shape; he'll be
In cities most of the time, anyway.” '
“It’s not nice work we’re putting
you to, Vincent,” he continued. ‘‘You'll
have to meet craft with craft, scheme
with scheme. And some of Cad
wallader's schemes — they’re the
schemes of the men behind him, yet
they don't sweeten in his hands—are
far frorri savory. But we'll not ask
you to do anything for us that's less
than honest.”
“That's only safe. sir. You'd hardly
trust me If I accepted other terms.”
"Here’s our cipher. Use It as
sparingly as possible. No man can
make a cipher some other man can't
read ”
“Unless he changes it ofte*
enough,” Alfred added Instantly.
The governor smiled and turned to
the superintendent. “I guess he’ll do,
Crooker.” His face relaxed, and Al-
fred caught a glimpse of the genial,
heariy citizen who won men to his
enterprises through his faith—faith in
both enterprises and men.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
the
he
in
he
his
I have studied
conditions in me
south, wheie the
saloon is being
swept away by a
cyclone of ballots.
The explanation is
easy.
1. It is the re-
volt of knowledge
against ignc-uce.
The evil effects of
alcohol have been
taught in home,
school, Sunday
school and church
till the new gen-
eration of voters are convinced that It
ought to be banished from the earth.
“It Is the growth of manhood,” said a
leader in the movement.
2. It is the revolt of home love
against the ho;re destroyer. The
i southern people love their homes and
I they have determined that the de-
stroyer shall be destroyed.
Liberty Against Slavery.
3. It is the revolt of liberty lovers
against the slavery of their iellows. “A
Liberty League” pleads for the per-
petuity of the saloon, which makes
more slaves than any other institution
on earth. Drunkards are slaves pf
appetite, and lUll.uOO of them are
killed every year by their cruel mas-
tpr Liberty tn fill coffers hv selling
what enslaves manhood and woman-
hood is as un-American as it is un-
Christian, and the people are waking
up to the fact.
Humanity /Against Barbarity.
4. It is the revolt of humanity
against barbarity. The saloon is the
mother and fosterer of lunacy, idiocy,
pauperism and crime, it is not humane
but rather barbarous to legalize and
protect the cause of these great evils.
The highest civilization seeks to pre-
vent, so that cure shall not be needed.
Church Lovers Against Church Haters.
5. It Is the revolt of Bible and
church lovers against Bible and church
haters. The champion blasphemer of
Chicago, who evidently hates the
Bible and the church, is also
champion of the saloon. Though
asserts that he does not believe
the historic existence of Jesus,
dra vs his little argument from
t. mg water Into wine and Informs
us that Jesus commanded hls follow-
ns to use intoxicating wine in the
I id's Supper. In this he shows his
u ual capacity for ignorance. He
ought to know that the contents of the
sacra ental cup are nowhere called
wine, b it the “fruit of the vine,” and
alcohol is not a fruit of the vine, but
the rotten fruit of a process of decom-
position which takes place after the
juice has been removed from the vine.
He ought also to know that fermented
wine was never used in the Passover
feast, for every Jew was required to
remove from hls house all leaven in
solids or liquids. He ought also to
know that the unfermented juice of the
grape was the beverage of kings as
Is seen by the fact that the butler
pressed the grapes into Pharaoh’s
cup. (Gen. 40:11.)
Business Sagacity Against Illusion.
6. It is the revolt of business sa-
gacity against the Illusion that the
saloon helps business. Asheville, N.
C., voted the saloon out last October,
and the only business embarrassed, I
am informed, Is jail keeping and chain-
gang overseeing.
Patriotism Against Lawlessness.
7. It is the revolt of patriotism
against lawlessness. The plea that
"prohibition does not prohibit” Is prov-
ing a boomerang to the liquor traffic,
for the people are beginning to see
that It really means "we will not obey
law." Tne ruler of this country does
not live In the White House or a gov-
oiuOi'e mauoiuu, Or oit lu u Wtg uuu
gown on the judge’s bench. The sov-
ereign that rules president, governor,
judge and mayor is LAW, and a con-
spiracy against the enforcement of law
is beginning to be seen in Its true
light as treason against the life of our
American ruler. The state of Georgia,
through its representatives in the leg-
islature, drove the saloon out, and the
city of Atlanta has not been dis-
cussing whether it will obey the law
of the state. Atlanta has had enough
of secession, and her patriotic citi-
zens believe In state sovereignty over
the city.
But let us remember that the great
mission of Christ and the church Is to
the individual, and we would lead
drunkard, modorate drinker, liquor
seller and liquor voter to the "Lamb of
God that taketh away the siu of the
world.” If all men would get right
with God through Jesus ChrlBt the
great problems which perplex the pub-
lic mind would sooh be Bet f led.
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4
V
Seoksl
“Do you belter* that everybody ha*
one novel In hla»t“
“I don't know But judging from
the number of books constantly turned
out, I should say that everybody bw
Ueved he had ”
Drunkenness Ruins Homes.
Hon. Carroll D. Wright, while
United States commissioner of labor
made the following assertion: "I havo
braked into a thousand homes of the
working people of Europe; I do not
know how many in this country. I
have tried to find the best and the
worst; and while, as 1 say, the worst
exists, and as bad as under any sys-
tem, or as bad as In auy age, 1 have
never had to look beyond the Inmates
to find the caur.e; and In every case,
so far aB my observation goes, drunk-
enness was at the bottom of the mis-
ery and not the Ir-'ratrial system or
the lndusulal Jons surrounding
the men end their families.”
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