Evening Star Newspaper, October 12, 1895, Page 17

THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 12, 1895-TWENTY-FOUR PAGES. ight, 1895, by Irving Bacheller.) CHAPTER I. « have crossed the plains twic>, and so n to know something of Indian char- acter, A narrative of two episodes in my life will help illustrate the nature of the redman as I have found him. On my first trip we had no particular trouble with the savages. We had a Jarge wagon train. The number of me was very large. All were well armed. Some of them had had a chance to make such a ame in border warfare as to cause the evil-minded reds to regard them with a wholeso ort of respect and to be quite ready an? willing to keep out of »heir way if possible. And yet—the outlook -vas se- rious my than once. And, on one ecca- sion, the accidental falling in with a body of troops was ail that saved us from an encounter so one-sided that there wouldn't ve been hope enough in it to warrant writing “possible” against a statement of the theory that some one would escape and live to tell friends and relatives cf how the rest die We got through all right, however. And event that really yielded much ent—really caused much personal comment—was the finding and ng of the life of an Indian. u 1 what had hap have heen a quarrel between two or more m of the*same tribe, though hould have expected to find ian instead of a wounded one. i that the brave was ntirely ignorant of our I Found the Wounded Creature. proxim that his pony stumbled and threw him. I must own that the men who kad spent years in the west would nev admit the possibility of my theory be the correct one; it is true, too, that I don see how h ever got him off. But, since no one vs the reason, T suppose a simple statement of facts will nave to suffice. And these are the ts: Half an hour after we went into camp one 4 noon I found the wounded creatur was lying flat on Kis back, so near river that feet touched the water. place was about an eighth of a mile the place w ° was uncon 1 that had evidently been ¢ one against which he had amination served to show that right arm and his left leg were broken. ony was feeding near; indeed, I found his pony some minutes before I discover- ed him. The savage had no weapons, and search in the vicinity of the place where he was discovered resulted in the find of none. The face was h'deously painted. It would have been r doubt not, under any Seen under these conditions and at that hour—between day and dark—it was doubly so. A shot from my rifle brournt a half @ozen men from the camp—and still that senseless form never stitred. How his soul would have rebelled could it have known. mong the half Gozen who came hurry- were at least two who had spent the part of their sives upon the plains. bad no great aCmiration for the In- Gian’ chiracter, 2nd one of them rather petulantly asked why I had wasted my arimunition—why I had fired into the air instead of into the Indian. I had a hard time to secure my own way. But I pre- vailed at last. We took the poor wretch into camp. I set his broken bones. I bound up the wovnd in his head. I nursed him back to health again. The man—shall I offend any prejudice, antagonize any judgment, by so designat- ing —was young. I’ should not call him ove twenty-five at the out: le. He recovered rapidly—as any healthy animal will do if given a fair chance. The man—patient or prisoner, guest_or captive—could not speak a word of En- ve enough, I glish. I feel sure he could understand lit- tle, if anythin or in his presence. thought—if creatures of his sort can think —when e to himself surrounded by white men, scmething of white, men’s comforts, I can only dimly imagine. How he must h regarded his treatmeut, given the softest bed in the easiest wagon after day and fed on the most nourish- 01 foods 1 by the best wine the train cou . is quite beyond my He may have read the s in our ac- has placed be- ind the red there nd loved a golden low intelligence had have guessed that assumed, our for- and that he ac men who knew of which his rever dreamed. H our Kindness was s nce merely tempor reserved for the a eci the pitiless pr Gevilish creed. Or he may have made a short cut, shunning even the exercise of primitive savage logic, and decided we were fools! In due time he was well. ry ription of his We gave him his pon We gave him a supply of food. We saw him ride away—and disappear. I rever thought to si im again. But this is a small world—even to an Indian, and vith steam and electricity left out of the count. I returned home by sea. It was six years befere I found myself & the plains ain With a wagon train. Char- sfore. Some of mgly emphasized use of the years “1 dare you to draw lots with me, the loser to go to the front fer help.” of alied experience humanity had reaped on the lonely plains and beside the wes trail. Scouts—rather better shots more relvctant to let a “tenderfoot” hay his own w. But human nature gains or loses, in a marked degree, only with chang- ing cycles; 3 qd more years—count little 1 slo’ > that I may end truthfully: sters—much the Bpst ia what I would have written at the CLARENCE Av BOUTELLE torture that would | BY That would have been propheey—it would | inaccurate. Events | end of a week. correct—as history have been absurdly took a decilediy new course after that. In the first place, I fell in love with Millie Davis, the daughter of a sturdy New Eng- lander who was going to open a ranch In seme impossible and unheerd of locality | out near the setting sun. Millie Davis was the most— But I was her lever! You know all that I would say. What is the use of taking the time and space to say it? In the second place, Tige Black fell in love with her too! I would gladly be fair with Mr. Black. It would please me to give his name in this narrative, and I don’t believe his mother ever called him Tiger—j; or that his father ever shortened and inten- ! sified so sanguinary an appellation, But | Tige is the only name by which I ever heard him called; Tige he must go, to the very end of the sto i must state that I was young, good-look- ing—a well-educated physician, and that rumor correctly asserted that I had a good deal of prop Black was old. He had never been handsome, and hard work and hard weather had dealt most unhandsomely with him. He had no education, save the practical sort a driver on the great plains used to pick up in those old tim man who loved liquor as wel accumulated or kept propert most pleturesquely profane person I ever tened to. Miss Millie Davis, in addition to almost numberless other excellent trafts ed sound sense. So | was a very ppy man—and Tige Black a very angry ‘The man deliberately picked a quarrel | with me. He called me a vile name. 1 slapped his irsclent mouth for him. He talked gravely, quietly, and not at all profenely, when that had happened. But his demand was a terrible on2. He asked that I mest him in mortal combat —that I fight with him to the death. I spoke to the commander of the wagon train about it. He was greatly troubled, for he iked me genuinely, and was, per- haps, just a little afraid of Tise Black and his influence. He said he'd see the thing Was put off for a day or two, at any rate. But i knew, from the way that he talked, that he feare I would have to fight. Pub- le opinion, in those days, had a peculiar power on the frontier; personal prowess ranked higher among the hardy fighters who were crowding the borders of civ tion slowly and bioodily further and fur- ther west than did aught else; a man, to be as good as another, must be ready to prove himself so when occasion demanded} even in the boundless domain that was Leing conquered so slowly and_ painfully they had no room for cowards! nd Black was six feet tall—I five feet and six inches; he weighed two hundred pounds—I one hundred and twenty; he was an ex- { pert in the use of any weapon a pioneer ever took into his hands—I was a man to haye died of starvation, in the woods or on m- the prairle, with a good gun, plenty of munition, ‘and the thickets and gr noisily astir with game! I said, in my des- peration, that I'd welcome a brush with the Savages—if I might thus be free from Tige Black. I spoke only for mysclf. Pot we | got the fullest fruition of my reckless wish | Have you ever been in despe! Do you know how i fies? Do you kn come fast and i in dreadfal anti In the middle of the afte! hostile Indians in sight—not more dozen at the outside count. ‘An hour later, we had our wagons in a circle, on the highest ground we had been given time to s ‘and were wait- ing for the attack. The foe numbered at least a hundred. ‘At dark, were getting a frightened rest from an attack that had lasted an Mhour. Mr. Davis, Millie’s father, was dead. We had two men wounded, cne of them fatally. We wondered whether the red ras- cals would d us alone, or wiether we would be compelled to re- pulse them again. ‘At 10 o'clock, we had driven the savages off once more. We had ten dead men in- side our lines, We were beginning to talk of the last desperate service of cruel kind- ness we must berform for the women and children—if the time came when we could no longer stand against the foe; we were beginning to count out and lay aside the cartridges that must be saved for that sa- cred duty, and not used for anything else under any circumstances. At midnight,, in a lull in the fight, we held a hurried consultation. “We can hold out until noon—I, I hope,” said the com- noon, there were than a They Tied Me to the Stake. mander. “I certainly think there's no hope beyond that’ time—unless we can get help. It’s fifty miles to the nearest fort. You see what that means. ifty miles out |—fifty miles hack—in twelve hours. It is possible—possible—and that is all. Will some one volunteer—" He paused. There was a minute of per- fect silence. ‘Two minutes. Inside the cir- cle of wagons there was the support of numbers—the blessing of companionship— | the hope of de Outside there was tha loneliness of the desert—peopled with devils incarnate. Outside, the chances for sudden and cruel death were a thousand to one. No wonder brave men hesitated. I eam glad, however, to have it to say that 1 spoke first. “Tige Black,” I said, turning to that in- dividual, “there is bad blood between us. You challenged me, today, to a life and death contest with you. Tonight I accept the challenge. I dare you to draw lots with me—the loser to go to the fort for help.” CHAPTER II. He looked out toward the night—toward the unseen and unguessed dangers of the distance—toward the fort so hopelessly far He understood the need and the danger better than I did, as much better as his knowle the plains had been longer and more intimate than mine. Be- I think the animal man, in the ex- y of danger, shrinks from death more than the spiritual man. He had, too, onably counted happily on the adv: he felt his life and training had given him over me. But the eyes of all the men— all who were left of them—were upon him. He must be consistent with the situation. He bowed his head—sign that he accepted my hard conditions. He said nothing. Pos- sibly he could not trust himself to use words. The captain took two matches from his side: tremity un- pocket. He broke unequal pieces from them. He held the remainders, nearly concealed in his hand. said he hoarsely, “the leng stic We crowded forward, but Tige was ahead. He drew—a long stick, almost an entire match. But the captain held the remaining match out meaningly to me; I took it with- out a wor longer. Fifteen later, mounted on the best horse we had, not the swiftest animal, but the one with the most endurance, I stole out from our camp of defense—leaving on the side where the savages had seemed fewest, though the fort was in the opposite direction, and the sort of start I made would necessitate a long detour. The red rascals had evidently thought of nothing of this sort, and were resting--and plotting— without paying much attention to the need of watching. I got clear away, undiscover- ed, to a distance of not less than a mile. I had felt compelled, however, to let the horse waik all the way, and the time had 1% seemed fearfully long. And twelve hours— less the time I had taken for preparation for the trip, was so dreadfully short for what must be done. It may be a selfish thing to say, but, as I started out to tell the full and exact truth, I am going to say it: I think I should have reached the fort, safely and in good season, if Millie Davis hadn’t been in danger. As it was, I com- menced my detour when I had only a mile for the radius of the arc I took—when two miles would have been better, and I let my horses out to a trot toward the end of my ort ride, when keeping him to a walk would probably have saved me. I don't doubt the sound of the horse’s feet was heard. A half dozen savages, on foot, matched the long curve in which I rode with a singularly short line. The thing was absurdly . They rose up, suddenly, They shot my horse through the head, and down he went, all in a heap, me dead, and with me under him. They were upon ine, and had me vound, hand and foc?, before 1 could gct my hand upon a weapon. £ was a_ helpless captive, though absolutely unhurt save for a bruise or two I got in my fall, and hadn't gotten over a mile and a quarter irom the wagon train at all. There 3 only one feature oft the whole affair that gave me the least tisfaction. ‘Tse villus shouted so fierce- ly, whea they sot me, that my friends could have no doubt as to what had hap- pened, that would be better, on ihe whole, than for ther¥ to wear their hearts out, in their last morning, watching for the help that would never come. ‘the Indians did not long delay in let- ting me know the fate in store for me. ‘The torture, with all its retinement of cru- elty, must be lived through—and died ou! of! One red rascal in particula: it ence, Was par- annoying in his gestures and he pointed to his head—his leg— When I Looked Into That Dead Face of the Savage. his arm—in a way I could not understand; then he would point at me, and chuckle ‘gle like a fiend, while the look in ce came as near being a laugh as ton the surface—and the utter de- behind it—would permit. Morning came. No attack on my friends. Noon. And still no attack. And now my captors were preparing to give the beleag- uered whites an exhibition of the way in which they dealt with the unfortunate. y were going to burn me alive, in full of my friends. his delay—this gain of time—would have been of inestimable value to. my frlends—if they had not been beyond hope. They were as helpless 2s an open boat, in an empty ocean, with the white wings of the tempest already smiting the sea into foam! But it would, at least, give them | a litile of rest; they wouid be stronger for je that must last until-for them end of all things. well, too, that the little valley ected for my final scene on 1t was as they had _ sel. the world’s stage should be in full view of those for whom 1 was to die—as well that my end should be an object lesson ; information, ed me to the st piled gots about me. A privi- led by the ention= 2 e ago about me—to 5 my lips tighthy ed. A column of © ridge! It wa Some helated savag! 3 to be cheated out set for their in the v dust column A the ridge. It reached the summit. 1 going mad ?—c he line of salloping blue in the du: —the soldiers wi S saved- I almost forgot the I had in the sit the s = and a tail riding madly well in The estimable nee of them. > 10 whom I have re- ferred sprang forward, torch in hand, to fire the wood piled And the horseman rose raised bis rifle to his should tive individual straight throug! A rifle was aim bullet went rods horseman had s, , and the atten- ent down like a log, shot the brain. at me—fired--and the wide of its mark. The sea in his stirraps again. He had fired is own rifle a second time, and my intending assassin had a hole through his heart. The horseman saved me, in that running fight, a half-dozen times, He covered him- self with glory, proved himself a hero, and then went down, killed by a skulleing loi- terer, when the battle was over and the foe, with here and there an exception, either dead or in flight. In fiction I suppose Tige Black would have skipped out to the ald of the savages. And the Indian whose life I had saved, six years before, would have brought the sol- diers to save me. But this is a story of ot as we Real lite the Indian as he was and is: When sav: I looked inte the dead face of the ge who had persistently tried to burn me, I knew him—and understood the ges- tures in which he had motioned to head and leg and arm. } s the ungrateful brute to whom I had given life—when cir- cums ad dictated death. My son—Millie’s and mine—is as mild mann a fellow as you have ever known. re But, when he is asked what his second name is, what the T stands for, his eye flush and his hands ciench. He has heard me tell, so often, the of the man who really rode to the fort—the man who rode far in advance of the rescue line as to save another and make himself a mar that his proudest moment is when he an- swers,to the mystification of some stranger, ‘My second naine is Tige!”" (The end.) coe Evening Star. My Love, Elaine. Written for 4 Sight lingers on the perfect curve Of firm, cool arms and shoulders bares On sunbeams tangled in her hair; Her lissome figure’s grace and swerve. I watch the shimmer of her gown, Within whose airy meshes lies ‘The melting light of fleece-spun skies, z t moons of June lock down, L love her cheek’: ‘The happy di translucent glow; ples nested in Jow of her chin; © there I oft bestow. And when ber arm around ine Iler rosebud mouth by mine carest, I fold her gently to my breast, And feel the sweep of angels’ w ‘This rare and radiant love of mine— By pitying heaven so kindly lent ‘To foster in my scul content— Is three years old, and two feet nine. Some things there be that bring me paint ‘That furrow brow with lines of care, And ‘inkle suowflakes through my hatr; “Thou bring’st me youth, my love, Elaine. FRANK H. RAINEY, — Thought of It Herself. From the Boston Budget. ‘A friend of the Saunterer has a decidedly original little daughter. One day the teacher discovered her in a hand-to-hand combat with a child of her own ase. “Don’t you know you are doing very wrong,” said the teacher rebukingly, “and that such evil actions are caused by the promptings of the devil?” “Well,” was her answer, “maybe the devil did tell me to pull her hair; but I thought of spitting in her face all myself.” ee Misnpprehended. From the Chicago Dispatch. “Miss Barrett,” said the young man, 8ud- | denly, “I must see your father concerning something very dear to me; something that may affect my whole life— “Dear me; this is so sudden! young woman. “Why, not so very sudden. I announced my name as a candidate for councilman “sald the more than four weeks ago. Do you think he will vote for me?” OUR CONSUL. AT FOOCHOW An Alabama Black Eelter’s Description of Col. Hixson. His Mammoth Mustache, His Eagle Eye, His Persuasive Methods and His Bravery. “Speakin’ about Hixson, our consul t’ Foockow,” said an Alabama black belt democrat to a representative of The Star the other day, ‘‘the Chineeze emp’rer ain’t in it with 'im.” The speaker dropped the final letters of rds ending in “ing,” and showed an un- consciousness of antecedent consonauts, not to menticn the omissicn of the letter “r,” and he called the consul “counsel.” Nevertheless, he is a power in his district, his very lack of airs and frills adding to his pepularity. “Don't know Hixsen?" he continued. “Never saw his mustache? Man, it’s the siory of the state. Nothin’ like it under the sun. But it’s Hixson’s, and he's behind it, and I want it understood that I ain’ castin’ no slurs at it. No, I'm wal migaty light and talkin’ mighty low around Counsel Hixson and his upper lip par- aph’nalia. “Never saw ’em? Well, s’r, he’s as fine a speciment of physical manhood as any- body in this country ever saw, I reckon. He's a perfect eppycure—no, I don’t mean that—a perfect athlete, and I’ve got boodle to say that Corbett wouldn’t know his own remains if Hixson got at ‘im wunst. He's es rigid as a frozen sturgeon, and in a match of strength he'd be a ccme as an Alabama democratic majority. He can bend en iron poker acrost his f arm with a blow akcut as easy as you'd Lend a rope of molesses candy the same I'd a heap druther have my favorite mule kick me with malice afcrethought, likewise with his heels, than have Hixson me with willful intention. ut there's nothin’ coarse about Hixson, for wiih all his strength he’s as refined and as gentle as a woman. That's because he’s a brave man. Did you ever notice that a really brave man is always gentle? Well, it’s so. He'd Fight All China. “And that their man Hixson,” the latter went on enthusiastically, “actuaily don’t know what fear is. He’d fight the whole Chinese empire if there was any need of it. iie’d a been killed a dozen times over in the campaign of '?2 {if he'd even took the ordi- nary precaution of a prudent man. But he didn’t. He didn’t know what danger was, and so he escaped. He went through the campaign an’ spoke promiscus one day at a democratic meetin’, and the next day at an alliance gatherin’, where no democrat was allowed, and where it had been re- solved if he appeared they would ‘do’ ’im. But he went, just the same, although he knew of the threats: against him, and the parties who made ‘em. “There was about half a dozen who took it on themselves to lay him out, and when his presence was discovered on the grounds they collected together in a council of war. Mixson saw ‘em, and he santered round and round until he got a look at each man square in the eye. “Never saw Hixson’s eye, did you? Well, it's like an eagle's. Then when the men scattered he walked sorter sociably up to one of them and told him he wanted to him just a minit. They stepped aside and Hixson said, in a low, quiet and Consul J. Courtney Hixson. friendly w: ‘Ben Higgins, I know what you fellows have been talkin’ about. I came heah to speak today and you object to it. I understand I'm to be killed if I attempt to get on the platform. Well, I like you, Higgins, and I’ve called you aside to give you the honor of killin’ me. I'd hate to be killed by them other fel- lers, and now’s your chance.’ Hixson, you will understand, had the devil in his eye and his hand on his gun.” sey elt “What did Higgins do to him? Higgins said: ‘Hixson, I ain’t got a durn thing agin’ you, I've knowed you from a boy and I knowed your fa— ““That's all right,’ Hixson Interrupted, but this is wastin’ time. I've offered you an opportunity to kill me, and you haven't taken Now, then, I ‘am going to Kill you right heah, provided you don’t agree to do just exactly as I tell you.’ ‘Jest anything you say in reason, Hix- son, I'm willin’ t’ do.’ ever mind about the reason,’ said Wixson, ‘we'll discuss that later. Sit down, fold yeur handg acrost your breast, row tirn over and’stretch out full length on your face. “Then Hixson ratsed Higgins’ coat, drew Higgins’ six-shooter from Higgins’ waist and told Higgins to get up and go and tell Bart Dabney to come to him. A Resolution and Sixshooters. “To shorten the story, he went through Bart as he had gone through Higgins, and he also went through the other consp' tors, until he had six gums beside his own, with a promise from Higgins to move a resolution sayin’ that, while differin’ some- what in poljtical sentiment, &c., we invite our o!d-time friend and fellow country- man, Col. J. Courtney Hixsen, to make us @ talk.’ “The result was that when the time come the motion was made and carried, and Hix- son mounted the stand with a smile of graceful acknowledgment and an armful of six-shooters. He explained his poss of them by saying that while there w: first some opposition to his presence desire to speak, mutual concessions ha been made, and in proof of the friends and good will of the leaders they had allow- ed him to carry théir guns to the stand. ‘And, gentlemen,’ he said, impressively, ‘they're every one of ’em loaded.’ peak? Well, I should say. And with the assistance of Higgins, Dabney and the others, as a condition of his profound si- lence ‘about them consecutive interviews, the precinct went democratic, whereas be- fore Hixson spoke it was just as strong the other way. Let the Brother of the Sun Look Out. Yes, sir, if Hixson ever gets the drop on the Chinese empire with that mustache and them eyes of his‘n, it'll be all day with China. ‘His most lofty and magnificent majesty, brother of the sun and the moon, ruler of the blazing stars, great potentate over the four seas, and grand celestial chief and king of the middle kingdom, whose splendor surpasses a mount ‘of the purest diamonds’—otherwise the emp’rer of China, won't be in it. They Feel Proud of Him. “All of us Alabamians feel proud of Hix- son. He is « thorough gentleman in morals and accomplishments, an able lawyer, an eloquent speaker, a splendid e@itor, bein’ a fluent and graceful writer, a military man, and—well, you might say he ranks right along with the China emp’rer in the matter of titles. Besides, since he went to Foochow he has been appointed German consul, was selected to deliver the address before’ the Anglo-Chinese College, then made a member of the board of trustees, then elected president of the board, and was next tendered the professorship of in- ternational law. “He'll acquit hisself with credit to his country, Hixson will. But, say, I ain't say- in’ nothin’ personal agin his mustache, mind, but you jest oughter see it. It is a sight.” PEOPLE WITH HAIR THAT IS CONTINUALLY falling out. or those that are bald, can stop the falling and get a good growth of hair by using Hall's Hair Renewer. PEARY’S ESKIMO DOGS. One of Them, Snow Cap, Has a Tragic History. From the New York Sun, Five fierce, wolfish-looking visitors ar rived at the Central Park menagerie yes- terday morning. They are Eskimo dogs which were brought back with tho Peary relief expedition, and which have been placed on view at the park by the Natural History Museum authorities, to whom they were consigned. é One of the number is a Gog whose career certainly entitles him to much considera- tion. He is distinctly the worst-looking beast of the lot, and he displayed a-miser- ably cowardly spirit when his companions, in their rough-and-tumb!e fight over bones which Keeper Snyder fed to them, trod upon him and bit his ears. He just rolled over and howled a wolfish note, long drawn out, which caused the licness next door to pace excitedly up and r cage. -that is h's name, probably be- cavse there is nothing white about him, not even a single hair!—was one of an un- commonly good pack of p feriy-one in number, Peary set off on hi quest. fields what the t. He is the arctic ex- plorer’s only hope of “getting there,” and when he ceases to be of use asa locomotive pewer, he becomes food for the expedition hoth for man and the cther dogs whu have irg, snarling, They set to a dozen dog: were harn my lad. e from_five hitched to a sledge. They i somewhat in the fashion of pet pug when she takes the air; Lut the straps crossed over their shaggy breasts, and the leashes of different lengths, from ten to seventeen feet (which wore gathered and knotted together and hitched to the fcre of the sled), were of gan to lag and lie di when they we fore the party turn, the fortieth dog f. med by men an Two days be- al on its re- the way and ast. The men shed the ¢ 1b, mpted to fall upen “Snow Cap” af- terward during the ensuing forty-eight hours, They had no food, and barely t to crawl over that last . But the forty-first dog clung to bis human companions with a dumb confidence they could not bring themselves to! So Seow Cup's life was spared, and he has become an exhibit. coe NO COUNTRY FOR CHILLS. And the Kind Samaritan Found That Mix Little use Wan Not Needed. From the Detroit Free Press. The colonel suggested that I take along a package of quinine in my ride through the swamp country, as the towns were far apart and the drug beyond the reach of many settlers. At 9 o'clock in the morn- ing I reached a cabin, to find the owner and his wife and three children sitting out in the sun. All had blue lips and haggard faces, and all were shivering with a chil I told the man I would leave him some qui- nine, and was about to undo the package when he stopped me with a gesture and said “Stranger, we ain't chillin’ fur shucks, but thar’ is them beyond us that ar’. Leave me a plug of terbacker and save yer kee- nine fur wusser « On the doorstep of the next cabin sat a lone m trying to scrape the bark off d S root, but he shook and shi hard that he could make no ad some quinine up his shaking ‘Stranger, this bain’t no chillin’ to be cured by keenine, but Is jist_ narvousness for the want of a sip of wh You'll tind chillin’ further down the read. i save him a sip from my flask, and at a xt cabin fouyl a woman and two et on the bed dnd two more children floor. The woman sat up in bed vered and shook and clicked her teeth together, and as I explained the ob- ject of my call she repiie “Powerful Kind o° stranger, but thar’ is the reeds it further on.” haven't you chills and fever?’ 1, sorter, but nuthin’ to brag of. I reckon the most that ails me is the w: of snuff. If you'll be so kind as to leave me a pinch or two I'd be mighty peart in an hour or so.” During the day’s ride of twenty-five miles I dispensed whisky, snuff, tobacco and pipes several times over, but no qui- nine. At the last cabin before I reached Marion I found a man stretched out on the bed and tied fast. His hands were as cold as ice, his lips as blue as if painted, and his shakes not only shook the bed, but the whole cabin as wel “Tied h: ‘un on so he ’un couldn't shake on and th. sl a off,” explained his wife. “I see. He has it pretty bad. I will leave all this quinine with you, and it ought to cure him in a week or two.” “Keenine! What's that fur? “To cure chills and fever. for him at once.” iranger, don’t bother,” she said as I began at the package. “But he wants to be cured?” “Yes, reckon he does; but don’t bother with that keenine. If yo'd got a drop o° whisky an’ a plug of terbacker an’ some ll fix a dose powder an’ shot, yo’ kin make Sam peart as a butterfi tomorrow. Tain’t | ager as it's bein’ discouraiged ase coons is thick around yere and every dawg-gone varmint kin climb faster an’ higher'n he kin. ROOM 1 \ THE POCKET. For a Cent and Time to Count It Be- fore It Goes. From the San Francisco Call. ‘To commemorate the thirty-first anni- versary of his ministry the Rev. Dr. Hora- tio Stebbins, pastor of the First Unita: Church, delivered an address to his congre- gation yesterday morning that was rather more of a retrospective and historical lee- ture than an orthodox Unitarian sermon. After pointing to the mineral and agricul- tural development of California, Dr. Steb- bins said: “I think that a dispassionate, judicial, historic mind, if you please, will confess that the growth of California has been a disappointment. It has not been as great as we expected: certainly not as great as we hoped. Indeed, I think this may bessaid of the whole western coast, though the causes are not the same as with us here. “There are encouraging signs of increas- ing industry and economy, though we still affect to despise a_cent, while the Treas- ury of the United States can count it and keep it. Let us remember, when we see, in prophetic vision, the noble future before us, that no people on earth are industrially or commercially great who have not abun- dant room in their pockets for a cent, and time enough to count it beforg they let it g0. augh at it, ye throng of fools; turn from it, ye hosts of beggars; economy is to prosperity and honor what virtue is to the soul. It may have a rough exterior, it may not be in the latest fashion, but the woodsman who lays his axe at the root of a fire-scorched tree often finds that it is sound at hear' a Nye’s Rye Field, From the Chicago Times-Herald. Lately I had a letter from Bill Nye, writ- ten at his highly cultivated farm in the mcuntains of North Carolina, in which he says: “I have a field of rye on my farm that, I think, will run about four gallons to the acre. Come down.” ee Se The Glamour of a Title. From the Indianapolis Journal. Mrs. Watts—“Wkat do you think? Mrs. Topperson’s daughter, whom she sent out to Arizona for her health, has married one of those western rufllans, who bears the horrible sobriquet of Liverwurst Bill.” Mr. Watts—“Ah! Another American girl infatuated by the glamour of a title.” True, for Once. From Life. “Do you really think so?” said the gov- ernor of South Carolina to the governor of North Carolina. The governor of North Carolina simply repeated his former statement, with the emphasis on the verb. “Then you ought to have been in New York with me last Sunday,” observed the governor of South Carolina, with an ex- pression of anguish distorting his guber- natorial features. BARBERS IN EUROPE They Can't Hold a Oandle to the Profesh in This Country. An American’s Experience During ao Tour in Europe in the Barber Shops of Various Countries. Written for The Evening Star None of us appreciate how well off we cre in many respects until we have made a tour through foreign countries. And just row, when there is a lull in the flow of humorous in the newspapers about the “loquacious barber,” may be the time to say a good word for that too-much ridiculed and very useful citizen of the United States. Often during the past warm weather the adult male in this city has sauntere] into a barber's saloon, where he was politely re- ceived and helped off with his coat. He then sank into a chair on which he might recline at {uil length, with his feet comfort- ably elevated, while an electric samcovled the atmosphere. ‘It no doubt often hap- pened that the customer rememberel only the beginning of operations by the ton- soriai artist and fell into sweet slumber, ony to be wakened by the announcement that he nad been shaved, wi that he sit up in the chair, when his race was Washed, then powdered, his moustacne waxed and perfumed, his amed ana then carefajly combed and brushed into the style most becoming to him. i chent slept the barber had, of turned the chair on its pivot and adjus: it vertically, so as to bring his customer's face into the best position to be operated upon, and all was done so quietiy that the dreams of the customer had not been even urbed. And all this for one dima haut had been my experience in a barber shop in this city for years, and even during the early part of the season just gone. But, like most of our good people who have sim- ilar attendance, I used to manage to find fault with some trivial matter in the shop or with the barber. I simply did not know wnen I was weil off. Early last summer I went on a trip to Europe, and I now believe 1 will never again find fauit with a barber in ths country. My fivst experience was on the steamer going over. That experience was not so very peculiar, except that 1 was charged a quarter for a very poor shave. Search for a Shop. In Amsterdam, however, I needed a shave badly, and I could not find & barber shop, for there is not a barber pole nor a colored barber in Holland, Belgium, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, France, England, Scot- land or Ireland—at least, I did not see one. As I speak no languase but English, I would have had difiiculty in finding a barber in Amsterdam had I not aiso needed a hat. So I went into a hat store, and there found an attendant who spoke En- glish slightly, and who, after my pur- chase, took me to a barber shop a short distance away. As the only sign on the shop was ‘“Par- fumerie,” I might have passed it a dozen times and not known it was a barbery. On going in 1 was directed to a seat in a chair, It was an ordinary arm chair, with- out head rest or foot rest. It was in front of a washstand, the lower portion of which was cul away £0 the patient could place his feet under the washstand and_ still rest them on the floor. The barber then placed a biack cloth over my chest (I have not yet found out what for), and tucked a white towel about my neck and over the black cloth. He then lathere1 my face and shaved me in a manner that gave me the impression the young man was only an apprentice. After he had shaved me he told me by words and gestures (and I never would have compreherled either had I not no- ced how a customer had been finished off in the adjoining chair), to get up and wash my face. I obeyed, and was then handed a towel to dry my face. When through that Operation, and while still standing, the barber sprayed some cologne on my face. He then gave me a comb and brush and told me to comb my hair and:mus- tache, which operations I also performed for him. The Barber's Basin. And this is the general practice, with some slight variations, among barbers through most of the countries I have named. In Italy the barber, after shaving him, generally hands his customer a basin, with water and a sponge to was his face, the basin having a portion cut out at one side so as to fit about the neck. In most cities the barbers would, with an interrogative expression, enerally make some remarks toward the close of the ope- rations. As I could not, as I have already said, understand their languages, I usually replied by shaking my head, supposing they were asking me if I would not have oil on my hair, perfume for my mustache or something of that nature. At Florence, however, a barber who had just shaved me asked me something that sounded like “fritchie.” I thought I would give him a chance, so I nodded my head acquiescent- ly. To my surprise, he took a pair of hot curling tongs—they are always kept ready heated in the shops—and curled my mus- tache. I then knew what “fritchi2” meant. Nowhere, except in London and Paris, did 1 see a barber shop with more than two chairs, and no shop that I saw could ap- proach for neatness and comfortable fur- nishings any of a dozen barber shops in this city. Nowhere did I a reclining chair, nor one that turned on a pivot. Neither did I find a barber anywhere in Europe, and I always went to the best shops, Who shaved one so easily and so well as the average Washingtoa barber. In fact, the European shaves often re- minded me of an old friend's joke. During the smallpox scare som» years ago he vaccinated. While the doctor searifying his arm he was asked how it felt. “Oh,” said he, “not so awfully bad— just like my face feels when that barber round the corner is shaving me.” Cost of a Shave. A Parisian barber, however, does what it would be well for our barbers to adopt in the interest of their customers, who have ho cups, brushes and razors of their own at the shops. It is this: After each custom- er has been shaved the barber washes his own hands, the cup and the brush before beginning on another customer. The prices charged in Europe by barbers everage as high as ours, and in England, Scotland and Ireland I paid six pence (2 cents of our money) for a shave. In London I noticed on barber-shops signs of ckeaper shaves, but did not like the appear- ances of such shops. In Dublin I was shaved by a barber, who had a long full beard and a large mustache. He evidently did not know that he was dis- ccuraging his own business. barber shops I saw in Europe are all very sparingly, even shabbily, furnished, and nowhere did I notice any’ attempt to decorate or luxuriously furnish them. They re frequently in the back rooms of build- ings, and even when they are in the front rcoms the chairs are in the rear portions of the rooms, and often there are screens on the windows or between the windows and the barbers’ chairs. frst 1 was of the impression that an ing barber from this country might do well by going into business in London, Paris or other large European city, and showing the people how comfortably a bar- ber shop might be made. After further ex- perience and consideration, however, 1 have concluded that it would not pay,’ as the people over there seem so “set in their ways” and so “used” to poor barbering and uncomfortable shops that I doubt if they cculd appreciate a change and enjoy a real- ly pleasant shave in a luxuriously furnish- ed barber's “parlor.’ ——_—_ Wouldn’t Want Her Presence. From Pearson's Weekly. The boy had smashed his father’s shav- ing mug and done sundry other damage, when his mother discovered him. “Oh, Freddie!” she exclaimed, horrified, “what will your papa say when he comes home and sees what you have done “Well, mamma, I don’t think I would like to repeat it before you.” ees : Sly Tommy. From the Oakland Times. Father (whose wife has presented him with twins)—“Tommy, you may stay home from school today, and tomorrow tell the teacher that you have two new brothers.” Tommy—“Wouldu’t it Le better to ray I have only one new brother? Then I can stay home a day next week for the other one?” FREEDOM FROM FRECKLES, And frem all such disfigurements and-blemishes, follows the use of the Carlsbad Sprudel Salt. It clears and freshens the skin wonderfully—takes away that dull and mottled look that comes from stomach derangements. Resides being a purgative and an eliminative, the Sprudel is a decided alterative or blood purifier. It is the prescribed remedy, even in chronic and stubborn cases of eczema and such disorders. The blood, the liver, the stomach, the kidneys—all are put into a thor- oughly healthy condition by the Sprudel Spring, and just as well here as if you were on the spot. Remember that the only genuine imported Sprudel Water or Salt has the seal of the city of Carlsbad, and the signature of “EISNER & MEN- DELSON CO., Agts., New York,” cn every bottle. oci2 ARTIFICIAL MARBLE. It is Very Largely Used in the Furni- ture Trade for Table Tops. From the Atlanta Constitution. Nine-tenths of the marble-topped tables and so on—what I might call furniture m: ble—seen in this country are made of arti- ficial marble,” said @ man in the trade. Thousands of tons of this mock marble are made annually, and even men in the trade can scarcely tell the difference be- tween the real and the false article, for the markings, or marblings, go wholly through the block, and are not merely superficial. The basis of the whole is @ combination of limestone and chalk, which, chemically treated, can be made of any shad2 desired. The artificial marble in the rough is placed in a water bath, end upon this is sprinkled a sort of varnish, con- sisting of sesquioxide of iron, gum and tur- pentine, and all manner of marbled designs are produced when the turpentine is broken up by the addition of water. Any pattern of marbling can be pro- duced to order. One such pattern appears, the air is expelled from the block and the colors are fixed by the immersion of the stone in sulphate and warm water baths, and then another bath of sulphate and zinc so closes up the pores and hardens the stone that it acquires the density of the natural article, and can be cut and polish- ed in the same manner. ———\+e~. Best He Could Do. From the Chicago Tribune. “Do you.guarantee the photographs to give satisfaction?” demanded the cross- eyed man with the pug nose and prominent jaw. “Well, no,” sald the conscientious pho- tographer, “but I can guarantee a good likeness.” ——___+e+_____ Chappie and His Sensitive Trowsers. English From Lity Latest report from London—Raining steadily for the last four hours. . Heavy showers reported in all parts of the kingdom. Rain still continues, and lower part of city flooded. Later—The river Thames rising rapidly