Evening Star Newspaper, July 31, 1897, Page 10

10 THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, JULY 31, 1897-24 PAGES. — Reductions Will Run Rampant. begin a @etermined “Clearance Sale” of all the present season's stock that remains on hand— On Monday we shall that we may be ready with the line of House Furnishings that is being prepared for us. With a long knife and a wide flourish we cut off profit, and more, too, from the prices of Suites, Dining Room Furniture, Couches, Crockery, etc., etc. Here are a few clues to follow up: Solid Oak Porch Rockers, $1.49. 5-foot Vermillion Bent Wood Lawn Settees, $4. Big Double Lawn Swings, $6.50. 40 % off manufacturers’ list for Refrigerators and Ice Chests! Baby Carriages at badly broken prices! Straw Matting Remnants, 20 to 75c. grades, for 5c. a yard. House & Liberal Furnishers. edeateatondeaoegendogecgeniageagengongecaghagnagengecretratengeagedtien i i ss ss sa OO Odd pairs of Lace Curtains at about half price. You will agree with us that this is the greatest bargain offering that has ever been made in Washington city for House Furnishing of the high grades we carry. “Your Credit is Good.” toom to house the handsome Parlor Suites, Chamber Herrmann, Cor. 7th and I streets. i Settee IN THE CHURCHES The West Washington Mission of Mount | “ Vernon M. E. Church South has prospered so well that it is about to move into a chapel formerly occupied by a Presbyterian gation on 33d street, in West Wash- on. A number of improvements are to be made, and when they are completed the chapel will be well provided with all the neces ry church equipments. Special services marked today in all the Catholic churches in charge of the Soclety of Jesus and at St. Aloysius Church in this c The services are in memory of St. Igratius Loyola, this being his feast day. The lay brothers connected with St. Aloy- sius Church are making their annual re- treat at Georgetown College. Rev. W. C. Alexander, D.D., pastor of the West Street Presbyterian Church, ard fam left this week for Aurora, W. Va. Rev. Jonn McElmoyle of Elkton, Md., is to preach August 1 and 8, and Rev. Dr. Branch of Ellicott City, Md., the remain- ing Sabbaths in August. During the summer season the Epworth League Chapter of Fifteenth Street Metho- dist Episcopal Church ts holding outdoor meetings at the corner of Mth and S streets. The building committee of Union Metho- dist Episcopal Church held a meeting this week to discuss plans for the remodeling of their house of worship. The Congregational Church Building So- clety has granted $15,000 to the Mount Pieasant Church, and has also made a gift to the People’s Congregational Church. The former congregation will apply the money granted to them in erecting a new ehurch. Among the ministers who will be heard in the pulpit of the Church of the Reforma- tion during the absence of the pastor will s. Dr. H. L. Baugher and J. L. Wolf sburg, Pa.; Rev. George Bowers of Hagerstown, Rev. Kolder of Hanover, Pa.; J. F. Byers of Williamsport, Md., and L. M. Kuhns, D.D., of this city. Fether Foley, assistant priest at St. Paul's Church, conducted a retreat for the House of the Good Shepherd last week. Rev. and Mrs. John Cornell are spending the summer at Bar Harbor. For the benefit of the debt fund the La- dies’ Aid Society of Fifteenth Street M. E. Church serve ice cream and cake on the la in front of the church every Wednes- day evening. ‘A rally of the Lutheran Christian En- Geavorers Is to be held at the Luther Memorial Church tomorrow evening, when those of the Endeavorers of the denomina- tion who attended the recent San Francisco convention are to make addresses. Among th who accompanied the Endeavorers to Califernia was Rev. Charles H. Butler of the Keller Memorial Church, who :e- turned this afternoon, and fs to fill his pul- pit tomorrow evening. i The Sunday school children of the Fifth gregational Church, accompanied by . Rev. Adam Reoch, and by the the School spent yesterday at wutheran Church has been painted the exterior being made to s while the terrace surround- ing the church on two sides has been much improved. The pastor, Rev. Albert Hom- hig Ss, left this week. Among the speakers who are to conduct the men’s afternoon gospel meetings at the Young Men's Christian Association during August are following: Frank L. Middlc- of McKendree M. E. Church, Re} in C. Meador, D. D., and Rev. W. apman. ‘The president of the Maryland-District of ‘olumbila State Young Men's Christian As- ation, Mr. Fred. E. Tas! has re- i his residence from Washington to New York. At a meeifhg of the diocesan council of Brotherhood of St. Andrew this week ‘t. Margaret's Church the committee on ition of the chapter reported that chapters they had visited were in condition, and that arrangements to continue the visiting. committee of the Ninth Church held a _ meeting to discuss the plans he bids made upon them for the new of worship, and awarded the con- t for erection to A. Getz for $25,000, not ling church furnishings. The corner to be laid during the early part of mber. a v. Dr. D. J. Stafford of St. Patrick's ed by several Balti- ing a few days at~Atian- house fth biennial convention of the Eng- cvargelical Lutheran synod was be- We jay morning at Emmanuel Among those who are as delegates from this city 1s Carl C. Morhart, pastor of Christ ry R. Naylor, pastor of Mc- 4 Chureh, has recetved and pted an invitation to make an address Alleghany Grove comp meeting, near verland, Md. pastor of J. Mutr, D. . Dr. He M. reet Bapti is to preac church, and will month of August in regation of the hold outdoor effect of ma- door attendance. nth Street Chris- tted $125 for the takely {s In Wash- gain after an absence of a month, pected te vccupy his pulpit tomor- worth Leaguers of Washington of the Souchern Methodist Church ‘Toronto echo rally” Monday even- nurch. The executive of the « ference League, Mr. Fred. Woodward of Epworth Church, presided. 4 reetor of St. Paul's Church, Rock James A. Buck, D. ish, Rev. d+ st1ii quite ii and fs not able to leave His Foom. Dr. Buck is eighty-seven years old alo of which bave been spent | theod of the Protestant Ri arshall Mott, rector of the Church of the Advent’ Le Drott Park, has returned frem a short visit to Warm Springs, Virginta, but as the vestry of the ebrrch has granted him a month's leave of absence, he expects to take an extended Vecation for the first time in several years. Ameng those recently ordained to the i ood of the Protestant Episcopal urch in the diocese of Virginia was the Rev. Howard Gibbons, son of Mr. W. F. Gtbons. a prominent member of the Brotherkocd of St. Andrew of this city. ‘The young people of the First Baptist oe Church have taken charge of the Sunday evening services, while in the morning reg- Ps are conducted with music by gation under the direction of y S. Foster. The rector of Epiphany Church, Rev. | Randolph H. McKim. D.D., left last week for his vacation. whien will last tarougn September. The Drum Corps of St. Paul's Church are preparing for their annual outing to Piney Point. Since the death of an assistant_minister of Rock Creek purish, Rev. G. W._ Wil- Hams, the services at the Soldiers’ Home kave been taken charge of by the Rev. Johnstone, rector of the Protestant Ep! copal Church at Takoma. Rev. Herbert Scott Smith, minister in charge of the Chapel of the Good Shep- herd, left Tuesday for the eastern shore of Maryland and will afterwards spend some time at the White Sulphur Springs, Virginia. The second quarterly conference of Waugh M. E. Chureb took place last Mon- day evening. Questions pertaining to the next annual session of the Baltimore con- ference, which is to be held at Waugh church, were discussed, and a committee consisting of the presiding elder and the pastor was appointed to arrange for the conference anniversaries. Rev. F. D. Power. LL. D., of the Vermont Avenue Christian Church, left today for the eastern shore of Maryland, where he is to preach at a large camp meeting to- morrow. Rev. Adam Reoch of the Fifth Congrega- tional Church fs to take his vacation dur- ing August and will probably spend it wheeling through Maryland. The indebtedness has been cleared off Zion's Luthern Church and the congrega- tion has started a building fund with the intention of erecting a new house of wor- ship when it shall have reached sufficient proportions. The camp meeting of the Baltimore con- ference of the Southen Methodist Church began yesterday at Wesley Greve. The ladies of the Church of the Advent have had a pavilion erected at the corner of Ist and S streets, and there they dis- pense refreshments every Tuesday and Friday evening. By a unanimous vote of the officers and members of the Metropolitan Baptist Church, corner 6th and A streets north- east, Rev. B. Franklin Rattray will oc- eupy the pulpit every Sunday morning at 11 o'clock during the absence of the pastor. Rev. Rebert P. Kerr of Richmond, Va., who will preach in the New York Avenue Church tomorrow morning, is well known in Washington, being a frequent supply in the New York Avenue Church and Church of the Covenant pulpits. He is a_distin- guished presbyter in the Southern Presby- terlan Church. —__ A NIGHT ON MT. RAINIER. Melting Snow by the Steam Rising From the Crater. From Scribner's. Throwing off the life line, which has be- come almost an intolerable burden, I scaled the pile of bare rocks and gained the rim of the erater. The great bowl within was deeply filled with snow, but the black cir- cle forming its rim could be distinctly trac- ed. Descending the inner slope for about a hundred feet I found a place where steam was hissing from a crevice in the rocks, and warmed my benumbed fingers. Soon my companions joined me and we ; took refuge in one of the many caverns that the heat of the rocks and of the es- caping steam: had melted in the lower por- tion of the snow and ice partially filling the crater. In these weird caverns one may descend far beyond the light of day. The white vapors drifting silently through the dimly lighted passages assume gro- tesque shapes and suggest to the imagina- tive visitor that spirits of the time when Piuto’s reign was suvreme there make their homes. By melting snow in our tin cups over the cracks from which steam was issuing we soon had water enough with which to pre- pare tea. In the absence of sugar and cream, a little alcohol from the supply brought for fuel was added to each cup and proved a welcome stimulant. Making ourselves as comfortable as possible under the circumstances we passed the night in the cavern of ice. There were no ledges broad enough to lie down on and we wer forced to stand or crouch against the hot rocks all night. The floor of our caveri sloped steeply and led down to an ugly opening of unknown depth, between the descending roof of ice and the rocks. To guard against accidents the life line was stretched across the cavern and made fast to crags. This proved a wise precaution, as we were able during the night to walk up and down with the rope in our hands and avoid the stiffness and discomfort that comes from remaining long in one posi- tion. A Successfal End to a Dream. From tlie Chicago Dispatch. Eugcne Lewis of Belleville died last De- eember, leavirg his widow, Mrs. Elizabeth Lewis, a lttle heme on South Church street. She had an idea that he ought to have left her some ready cash, but he dién’t, or at least, not that she knew of. Not long ago she had a queer dream. She dreamt that he came to her and told her he had come gold buried in the back yard. | She studied over the matter for some time and suddenly remembered that one evening ; Shortly before his death he had walked | with her into the back yard and pointed at a certain place with his cane. She at j once went and dug at the place as near as she could remember, but there was noth- ing to reward her search. One night about |a week axo she had another dream and this time her husband went and stood’ on a certain spot in the shed in the back yard. She said nothing to any one, but went and dug at the spot and was rewarded by find- ing a jar holding $840. Mrs. Lewis {s of a convivial nature, and tkis windfall served as the meang of pro- curing a series of jags that eclipsed any- thing she had ever yet experienced. Straight booze didn't go. She sot several kinds of liquor, producing effects that were a revelation. She concluded to get a horse and carriage, and invested $25 in a sad- Icoking plug, and split the wind up and down the streets of Belleville in a way that would have made Millionaire Berry turn green with envy, Then her relatives discovered her secret and made her turn over the cash for safe- keeping. She only had $350 of the $S40 left and this was placed in the bank for her needs. The generat impression is that there is more gold, and the back yard of the little home on South Church street looks as though {t were being comrerted into a cy- clone cellar. Fruitless Efforts to Find Deposits of Wonderful Richness. OLD ZARAH’S EXPERIENCES A Lifetime Spent in Looking for Treasures of the Indians. A LIFE OF HARDSHIP ELL, THEY MAY WV we found it, but I @on’t believe it all the same.” The man who made the remark was well along in years, and looked to have deep- ened their impress by arduous labor, or by long-persisted-in exposure. He was talking to no one in particular, and so The Star reporter concluded to be the one addressed, and find out what it was that some one else had found that was so improbable. “Oh, I just meant this here ‘Lost Mine’ item in The Star that was wired from San Francisco,” he replied to the question very readily, “though I guess I was at my bad habit of talking to myself out loud,” he added, apologetically. “You see, I’m kind of a sociabie creature naturally, and when I used to be alone for months at a time cut there in the country where this ‘Lost Mine’ is said to be located I got so lone- some for the sound of something besides the cry of the night birds, the howl of wolves and the wail of panthers that I got to tatking to myself.” “And you do not believe that the mine has been found?” The old fellow, whom The Star reporter recognized as ‘Lost Mine Zarah,” hesitated a moment, and then replied that he did not believe it. Ww. you see,” he went on confidentially, “the ‘Lost Mine’ business was exploited a great many years before you were bora. I'm old enough to be your grandfather, and when I was a youth of twenty I went hunting lost mines, too, but I never found any.” Hunting Lost Mines. After a little questioning he consented to tell of some of his gold mining experiences. “Yes,” he said, “I have hunted more lost mires than anybedy now living, I suppose. That Is the way I got the name of ‘Lost Mine Zarah.’ I was one of three sons, and had a good home, but like a lot of these blamed fool boys who are now getting crazy to go to the fabulous gold fields of Alaska, I ran away from home to fight In- ians and hunt gold. I-got plenty of both the fighting and hunting before I quit, and I quit an old and broken man, with not enough gold to fill my hollow teeth to show for my wasted years.” The oid man smok- ed his curious old pipe, picked up in an abandoned Aztec mine, a “little time in silence, and then resumed his story. “I re- member very well how one of my illusti sath early in my career. cTOS plains in 55 in a’ ‘prairie schooner’ as ‘horse wrangler’ for the boss of a big outfit of freighters. Holy smoke! what a breaking In that was! The boss was a brute, but he had me in his clutches, for I had not a penny, and dared not de- sert out fn that horrible wilderness, for it meant certain death. After months of suf- fering we reached Santa Fe, and then I concluded that I wanted to go back home, so I started back with another outfit, and when we struck Kansas soil there were fabulous stories of gold finds in Indian territory. An Indian showed me a nugget of solid gold that was as blz as my dou- bled fist, and said that he could show me where there was a mountain of it! The stories of my trials down in that God-for- saken country would read lke a dime novel, and it isn’t worth while to take up time relating many of them, for you wouldn't belleve them. I never found the mine, but I must have got pretty close to it, for one day a band of the bloody redskins came down on my camp and told me to stampede myself off the reservation or prepare to tend a scalp dance and way-up white man’ funeral. I didn’t want to leave, not a darn- ed bit, for I was young and not a bit of a coward, but an old priest who had -spent his life down there told me to be wise in time and leave. The Cherokee Gold Mountain. “T asked the old fellow if there was any truth about the gold mine, or, rather, the mountain of gold, and he finally acknowl- edged that there was. He said that he had some nuggets of fabulous richness that were given him by Cherokee Indians, who told him that they knew where the moun- tain was. Only three of the tribe ever krew at one time where the mine was. When one died the survivors took another into their secret, and so ft was handed down from generation to generation. The priest said that one white man had dis- covered the secret accidentally many years before. It was over a hundred miles from a settlement, so, filling his pockets and hunting pouch with nuggets, he started for civilization. He got but twenty miles or so when he was overtaken by the Indians and put to death. This story was told to discourage others from invading the In- dian country. The Pegleg Mine. “I never believed the yarn,” added the old miner, reflectively, “but I concluded that personally I had lost no mines, so came back to Wesport Landing, and joined another party going across the country. My next hunt was for the ‘Pegleg’ mine in Arizona, down about Fort Yuma, tn the desert. Pegleg Smith was a '49er, and he discovered what he considered one of the most valuable mines in the world in the great desert. He got back to Los Angeles with a lot of the specimens, and died, but left maps and charts and descriptions of the landmarks, so that it was thought that it would be impossible to miss the mine. Well, I just reckon a million dollars have been spent in trying to locate that old mine, and it isn’t found yet. Perhaps two hundred or more lives have been recklessly lost in trying to discover the rich treasure. If I don’t miss my guess, it is the ‘Pegleg’ that these men claim to have found. If it exists, which I doubt, it has kept its own secret mighty well. I reckon you have whirled across that alkali desert in a Pull- man many a time, but all the discomfort you experienced was luxury to what we endured. There is no water in the desert, and cactus and sage brush, sarpints and venomous little Hzards and’ scorpions are all the living things that make it their home. There are no trails, just shifting dunes of alkali and-white sand, in which bleaching bones blaze blind trails of those who got before us into that bilstering death trap, and quit losers in the game of gain. We lost our bearings in there and half our party went crazy. Three died, and we buried them under the bleached-out sand. Our mules laid down and died, and the four of us who braved it out were wrecke, after six months of the most hor- rible experiences. “I wasn't satisfied, yet though, and I hunted some more lost mines. The spirit, once in you, never dies, I reckon. If it wasn't for this rheumatiz, my blind eye and deaf ear, I don't know but I would have one more whack at that old mine that has just been rediscovered. The things them men tell are mighty circum- stantial, and maybe, don't you know, they have stumbled on it. In the Land of the Incas. ‘The old miner paused, and was apparent- ly thinking, but finally he began again. “Most of these superstitions about lost mines are of Indian origin. Since the days of the Incas, whom Coronado despoiled, the most fabulous stories have been told of the rich mines that the Incas once pos- sessed and the futility of trying to find those mines. I have been down in the Incas country, and seen some of their queer old churches, with their altars coyered with beaten gold, their pictures framed in gold, their {mages made of silver plated with gold, and their golden sacramental sery- ice, and I have wondered myself how they ever scraped all the shining yellow metal together, and I have been in their homes and in their mines. I know that all they had they gave to the church, and that their rich mines that were worked for cen- turies, perhaps, gave out and were filled up with rubbish), I was in one of the churches in the San “Kavier country once, and saw each dé@voté® creep to the altar and lay upon the'whtte cloth spread to re- ceive it nuggets‘ of Virgin gold, from as big as a bean to the dize of an egg. I saw in that same cotntry one of the ancient mines. It had crude smelting furnaces and all the appurtenance¥ for mining, and I don’t believe that’ they had lain there un- touched a day Iéss’ than a century. The mouth of the mine “had grown up with trees and filled in’ wit shifting sands. We, my four partners’and ‘myself, tried to open the place. We Sot into: it and found tun- nels and shafts ‘that! stretched for miles under the mountain, but the gold that had made the Indians rich had all been taken out, and the mine was valueless. The In- dians are cunning, and they do not choose to reveal the sources 6f their wealth. They tell_all sorts of stories to put people astray, and are quite adepts in the ‘lost mine’ history. The Lost’ Stuart Mine. “Then there is the ‘lost Stuart mine.’ That 1s in the Umcompahgre mountains at the base of the Needles, on the Florida river. It was discovered by a man named Stuart, in 1849. He had a contract with the government to carry mail from Santa Fe, N. M., to San Francisco. He started Sep- tember 3, 1849, to carry out his first trip, and lost the trail. In wandering around with his fifteen mules, nine packs and eight men, he got into a regular pocket canon, and when out one day with a Mexican came upon a mine that was immensely rich with gold. The two of them washed out a lot of the gold, and kept the find secret from the others. When they finally got in- to San Francisco, they found the gold very valuable, and started out to retrace their steps and find the mine. They failed. I tried with Stuart to find the mine at two different times. It has not been found yet. Stuart lives in New Mexico now, and goes out almost every year prospecting for his lost treasure. The ‘Madre d’ Oro’ mine is another myth that will not explode, and I presume that when I am dead there will still be fools who will listen to the legend and go to look for the ‘Mother of Gold’ mine. This mine is in the Arizona moun- tains, in the Apache country. It is said to be so rich that you can scrape the gold off the sides of the old mine with a case knife. I looked for it for two years. I never found it. The “Gun-Sight Ledge.” “I once spent nearly six months on the grub stake of a rich old duffer, hunting the lest ‘Gun-sight Ledge’ mine. The story of that is only another story of the want and privations, the wanderings and sufferings of the pioneers of the fifties. In 1854 some immigrants got lost in the desert of Death valley, and could be followed by the trail of oxen carcasses and graves that they left behind in their awful wanderings. One night they camped under a ledge of rock, and one of the immigrants—there were four, out of four hundred, left alive—found that the sight of his gun was broken off. He picked up a chunk of metal that had fallen from the mountain, and fashioned a sight cut of it. Eventually the two survivors, for the other two succumbed, found thei way to Los Angeles, and an old miner se ing the clumsy gun sight, eagerly asked its owner how he came by it. He told the story, only to learn that the metal was pure unalloyed silver of the richest possible nature. Immediately a party was organ- ized to hunt that silver ledge. Their de- scendants are still hunting, I presume, for it never was found, but hundreds of lives have been sacrificed to the horrors of that deadly desert. : “f never hunted’ the ‘Lost Cabin Mine,’ which was locatetf by, some miners, Allan Hurlburt, a Mr. Jones and a man by the name of Cox, who’ were prospecting in the Indian country, and being hard pressed, built a raft and floated down the Big Horn by nights, to get ‘away from the Indians, and lost their b4grings completely. ‘They camped at the fodt of some mountains in the fall of 1863,‘and’ there discovered a mine of wonderful ricfmess. They resolved to work it, and ha¥ing some provisions and game being plenty, they went to work. They built stockades: to shield them from the hostile Indiams of the country, and spent the winter deyeloping the claim. One day in the spring, Hurlburt, who had left his companiohs but a few moments, heard the crack of guns and returned to find them dead and the cabin sacked. He knew that meant leath to him also, when the redskins caught sight of him, so he filled his knapsack with some of the nug- gets, and buried the rest and set out for civilization, not knowing exactly where he would find it. He finally drifted into Wort Laramie and told the story of his wonder- ful find. A big company organized to hunt the mine, of which Hurlburt had proof in his golden nuggets, but the mine was never found. The indignant men who put their money into the scheme nearly mob- bed him when at last the project was abandoned, after thousands of dollars had been sunk in the search.” Again the narrator paused as though bis story was ended. “Were those all the lost mines you ever trailed?” asked The Star reporter at last. “Oh, no!” was the quick response. “I have spent most of my life looking for lost chances. There are half a dozen other ventures 1m that line, but they were minor ones. I never seemed to care to prospect on my own account. To mine on your own hook, you must either have money enough to keep yourself, or get semebody to ‘grubstake’ you. ‘Grubstak- ing’ is a very common thing. “As long as there are undiscovered lands, men will seek them; as long as gold finds attract the attention of the credulous, you will find men ready to become arbitrators of their own fates, and eager to test the golden mirage. Where one wins, one hun- dred will fail and die miserably. It is a gigantic lottery.” “Then you think that this rush to the Alaskan gold mines is a foolish venture?” “I never said anything of the kind,” re- sponded old Zarah, indignantly. “The men who are going to the gold fields of the Yukon are heroes! Heroes, every one. They do not know it; the world does not now realize It. True, it is a foolhardy ven- ture for those who go, but new worlds have been developed by just such ventures. Men, mad with the greed of gain, rushed to unknown fields, across vast seas, over huge mountain ranges, across boundless prairies, through dreadful deserts, hoping always to better their condition. If I could turn back the pages of time forty or fifty years, I'd hunt a grubstaker and start for the Klondyke region tomorrow,” and the old miner yanked up his crutches and hobbled away. ———— Ravages of Americanitis. From Seribner’s. The health of the college woman leaves scmething to be desired. But it is Amer- icanitis rather than the college education that is to blame. Americanitis may be de- fined as the desire to “get on,” regardless of everything else. It is Americanitis that prompts the farmer’s daughter to get a college education and make opportunities for herself better than those her mother and father had before ker. Therefore she goes to a small college, in a small town, with a preparatory department attached, here she often begins her education as a “junior prep.” She furnishes a_ single recm, in which she, and often a room- mate, study, sleep, eat, make their clothes and sometimes do their laundering. She keeps up in herstudies, joins a choral class, a literary soelely and the Young Women’s Christian sociation; goes to chapel once a day ang twice on Sunday— and very often fi ig lové and “gets en- goged” beSides. At the beginning of her senior year she bi down. She ought to. It’s the very Jeast.she can do out of respect to herself as a,human being. The Jaybird attil the Negro. From the Chicago Tinits-Hérald. Southern negroeg regard the jaybfrd with comically grave distrust. To them he is the counsellor, guide ahd friend of the evil one himself.. The amotint’‘of confidence estab- Ushed ages ago betwegn the devil and the jJaybird is to the African mind enormous. Plantation “uncles” and “‘aunties” believe that whenever Satan can spare the time from his frying operations he visits earth, and he and the jaybird hold a council, of the powers, devising ways and means mnerela and whereby to ensnare the darky sou! Before this combination the voodoo charm of red flannel, fishbones, scrapings of hu- man naijs and hair from a dead person is of no avail. The rabbit's foot is powerle: The only defense 1s “rasslin” in prayer. This is highly esteemed, as the more ardu- ous the “rasslin” the less work will be done in the field next day. The jaybird is safe from negro attack—safe through fear. ——-— see. If you want anything,.try an ad. in The Star. If has what Sin get pany roey. % you wish, you ° A VARIED CAREER The Remarkable Experiences of Brave Captain Harendeen. HAS MADE THE CIRCUIT OF THE WORLD Now Anchored as Doorkeeper at the Smithsonian Institution. NATIVE OF NEW BEDFORD ed One of the greatest attractions at the Smithsonian Institute has no label or sign to designate it. The thousands of persons who havé passed this real feature of the place have done so unconsciously, and per- haps with no more than a glance, wholly unaware that they were in the presence of not exactly the greatest feature, but of one of the most interesting objects of the institution. Many of those who have passed the door- keeper at the main north entrance have doubtless remarked his gigantic propor- tions, mild manner and evident wish to accommodate. This man, or rather giant, for he is of herculean proportions, who guards the door has had _ experiences which few men might have passed through and lived to tell the story, and yet he is as hale and hearty as he ever was. A careful scrutiny of his figure will impress one that he Is no ordinary man, and he is not. The massive features are framed with a heavy beard, while a pair of kindly blue eyes peer sharply out from underneath shaggy eyebrows. The head is covered with a luxuriant mass of hair, which might belong to a man of fifty years, but which in reality it took sixty years or more of a most exposed life to whiten. His Varied Career. Capt. Edward P. Herendeen, for that is the name of the doorkeeper, has a remzrk- able history. He is too modest a man to relate it himself in detail, but it was gath- ered from his lips almost without his knowledge, bit by bit, by The Star re- porter, and it is worthy of narration in every particular. Capt. Herendeen, form>r- ly whaling master, of New Bedford, Ma. has chummed with the Esquimaux in frozen huts in the north; he sas thrown the harpoon at the leviathan of the deep sea; has dug deep down in the bowels of the New Zealand mother earth and Cali- fornia, too, for the yellow metal; has kill- ed the seal and walrus, hunted ‘the polar bear, fought starvation and disease on an isolated island in the Indian ecean; has kept a sharp watch for pirates in the China sea; has tasted the salt water when he thought it would engulf him forever, ard has passed through as many adventures, or more, than are in the ordinary course of events allotted to a dozen men. Now that it is all behind him like a show that is gone, Capt. Herendeen guards the front entrance to the institute and gazes as placidly out on the green expanse as if his eyes had never traced the course of the harpoon-maddened whale or tracked the polar bear to its lair. Capt. Herendeen was born sixty-seven ber, in New Bed- forbears” had fol- erations. Since then he has been around the world several times and has spent between five and six years in Alaska. Hix Remarkable Title. It was on an expedition there that he re- ceived an unusual title, in this wise: He was a member of the interpolar expedition of 1881 under Lieut. Ray, which went to Point Barrow. He was put down on the roll as “interpreter, quartermaster, aud so forth.” Since that he has had the title of “Capt. So Forth” applied to him. He speaks Esquimau almost like a native and is deemed invaluable as an interpreter of the language. The captain modestly narrated some of his adventures today to The Star reporter. He said: “I think it was in 1846 or 1847, just about fifty years ago, when I was ’prentice boy on a sailing vessel, that I had my first glimpse into Davy Jones’ locker, and I thought I was bound for it for good and all time. We were going around Cape Horn, in a heavy gale, when I went overboard. As it happened, I caught my ankle in a bight of rope, which was the only thing that saved me. I was dragged up out of the ter by this, more dead than alive, choked with water and almost frozen. I could not have -survived for more than a minute or so longer in that water. “J happened to be in California, from Callao, having sailed from Nantucket, when the gold fever broke out in 1849, and I was infected by it. I spent some time in the mines, and finally left, after doing fairly well. I also dug for gold in New Zealand, but was not so successful.” A Harrowing Experience. One of the most harrowing experiences through which Captain Herendeen passed, and which came near ending his existeace, was in the Indian ocean. He describes it us follows: “In 1866 I was one of the crew of the sailing ship Richard Mitchell of Martha’s Vineyard. As we were cruising near Cro- zet’s Islands, in the Indian ocean, two boats’ crews of us were landed to hunt the ‘sea elephant’ for blubber. The animal is nothing more than a big, fat overgrowa seal, with a sort of nasal appendage, which when inflated, resembles the trunk of an elephant. We landed on one of the islands, which were greatly isolated, and had just gotten to work, when the sky suddenly darkened, a terrific gale set in and the Richard Mitchell was driven out to sea. Gale followed gale, our ship disappeared and we were alone for twenty-two days. Most of us had almost despaired of ever getting off. All were suffering from sto- mach trouble from eating the little we had. When we had almost given up the ship made its appearance. I never wish to go through such a time again. “In 1860 I was sailing master of the ship Nassau, about 400 tons, from Nuw Bedford, bound north for whales. Did < ever har- poon one? Oh, yes, more than once. A man hardly knows-what a thrilling experi- ence is until he has ‘struck’ a whale, which, maddened by the pain of the lance in its blubber, ‘sounds,’ then rises and tears along through the water, dragging the boat with it at a terrific rate of speed. A Common Experience. “Every whaler has been knocked out of a boat.at different times by one of the big fish. I never saw a whale bite a boat, but I have often seen boat upset by one. The whale does it by pressing his jaw against the side. his has happened time and time again. I saw a man killed once by a whale on the coast of California. The whale ‘broached,’ came up underneath the boat, struck with its tail and hit the man when he fell in the water, killing liim in- stantly. We secured his body. “In 187374 I was in commend of the Alaskan cast survey ship Yukon, from San Francisco, in charge of Dr. W. H. Dill, one of the curators of the Smithsonian, ¥was pelagic sealing some years after, and met with good success. I should say that under the present cirecmstances the United States is wasting time and money in at- tempting to protect the seals. It is too much depopulated to ever amount to any- thing. It was not an uncommon thing for a catch of 200,000 a year to be made when I wa; in the business. “In 1881 I went with Lieut. Ray on the interpolar expedition to Point Barrow and spent some time there. I never minded the cold. { was never more than 70 degrees north, but this is some distance. I had a whaling station at Point Barrow at one time. During the five or six years I spent in Alaska and up north I picked up the language pf the Esquimaux and can speak it as well as they can. I have done a great deal of interpreting. Corrects a Mistake. “It is a mistake to suppose that the Es- quimaux eat train oil, fat and blubber. All the time I-spent among them I never yet saw them doit. They don't eat any more fat than ordinary people. They are ex- tremely fend of the outer portion of the whale’s body, with a thin skin of blubber on the inside, They sometimes dip their meat in grease, but never eat plain fat or blubber.”” How did such a man find.a final haven as Goorkeeper at the Smithsonian Institute? sete season to another. Sein boast of. In the first lot you will find a great variety of India lnon, lawn, pereale and madras shirt waists—newest col- lars and cuffs—made with pointed yoke backs—very handsome styles — which sold up to $1—selling for 2 “ of the work rooms. It w. outlet of six stores served them opportunity. esteete = Lot of Cream Bedford Pure Grass Linen and Full width and good Cord Skirts, with deep — aie: Sys * dependable black grena- bems—well made—reduc- : idly made and s dine skirts velvet bound ed to = ed seth tees f —to go for 59 cents. 99 cenis. 99 cents. Ca a a te es a + echt’s clearance sale of shirt waists. land safely at the end of the season w stock, for it isn’t Hecht’s policy to carry anything over from one No matter what others print in the newspapers—no matter how great they make their values seem—they do not match these, for it takes more nerve to make such losses—more nerve than they can Hecht’s give you 08c. wrappers for 44c. *Tisn’t a sacrifice of profit, but an offering of a purchase made just five days ago of one of the largest wrapper manuiacturers in the world. Seems as though the lot was made for a western con- cern who countermanded the ordcr before the garments were out « an immense lot, but Hecht’s unlimited capital and an the prettiest of percale and lawn wrappers—-made in the newest style, with wide, generous skirts—handsomely braid trimmed — which have never before sold for less than y8 cents—for 44 cents—and ~ you get the choice of thousands. | , : $1.40 for $5 crash, pique and duck suits. Just think of it! The very highest grade of novelty wash suits —just like those which we have had in stock at $5 and which you have seen elsewhere for $7—are licre now on center tables for $1.40. It isnt Hecht’s k and it’s your gain if you're wise enough to take advantage of the Some trimmed with wide braid; some featherbone braid; others are trimmed with of the piques are trimmed with duck of all colors; some of the crashes are trimmed with pique and the linens mostly are trimmed with linen colored lace; they are in reefer and blazer effects—all made for this season's selling—all this season's styles—and all thoroughly tailor-made, high-clas You can see how anxious we are to clear out the balance of the wash skirts. You can see how really great these values are by looking about you. This is our regular stock, and you know what that was before it became broken so. And now come the greatest reductions in the prices of shirt Waists yet! Nearly the entire stock has been divided into two lots, and in these two lots have been included some of the most remarkable values that have ever been offered the ladies of this city. All this season's styles—the very best creations of the v best makers—reduced so ridiculously just because the season is so near at hand and because we want to h the smallest kind of a In the second lot you are offered the choice of all the high-class lawn, Batiste, sik and satin striped crass Hinen and linen colored lawn lace lawn shirt waists —most all wit plain white de linen collars whieh sold up to $2—the daintiest styles im- aginable—selling for 4 cents. in good stead, and it brings you and dozens of them— » but the maker's, trimmed with narrow straps of sateen; some wash suits. August== - The month of preparation. We're preparing big things for our patrons the coming fall season—bigger than ever be- fore—improvements all along the line. better making-—better service and clothes in every re- It is not the M. & M. fashion to stand still. meantime we want to close out all this season’s goods. spect. sSenbontontonte Any Crash Suit in the house to order, $4.50, Former prices, $5 to $10. Mertz and Mertz, “New Era” Tailors, Through misfortune, which comes to the bravest and the strongest as well as the weakest. A government claim, a patent in which he thought there was thousands and one or two other things brought Capt. Herendeen from California to Washington. His money all went and he was obliged to have work. Influential friends knew what manner of man he was and got him his present position. He hopes it will be a safe harbor for the rest of his days. —— A Co-Operative Town. From the Peuver Post. Muckawanago is the strangest town in Colorado. It has a population of 160 people, consisting of thirty families, regularly paid policeman, a commissary, a resident phy- siclan, and is conducted on the co-operative plan. It lies, a spot of brightly painied rustic cottages and tents, on the Frying Pan river about sixty miles’ west of Leadville on the western slope. It is peopled entirely by prominent residents of Grand Junction, who have formed an association to incor- fe @ summer town in which their families may find refuge from the burning heat of Grand Junction, where the ther- mometer often reaches 100 In the shadt. Muckawanago has just becn started, and} has alreaty proven so popular that steps have been ‘aken to keep the modern para- dise from the gaze of the envious public. The promoters of the plan were Orson Adams, Dr. and Jones_ person who can fill Better cutting— In the 906 F Street. of the First National Bank of Grand Ju: tion. The cliffs, covered thickly with vege- tat slope down to the Frying Pan, and in the bend of the stream the village is es- tablished. A commodious cabin is commissary head- quarters, Between 9 and 10 o'clock every morning supplies of groceries, bread, meat and milk are distributed in equal propor- tion. The milk is shipped in ten-gallon tins? to Muckawanago, and is immediately placed on ice, keeping it cool during the day. Two policemen regularly patrol the vil- jage and hunt up lost children. This is a necessary precaution, as only three or four men are in the place during ithe week. Sat- urday evenings the heads of the Muckawa- nago come up from Grand Junciion and remain over Sunday. = Fishing is pronounced excellent. Sunday the City Flour Mills of David ess: of junction caught a twelve-pound trout of the rainbow variety, while a fel- low fisherman landed a fish of the same Five end thiee"pound trout sre tena ‘ive ree-pou: it are the Frying Pan. ed wonder {f angels ever get sleepy?” , Mr. Longwed—“You never did when 1 “Rene ae en Rent io the club without a lt me 10- Date. It matters little what it is that you want a situation or “want” ad. in The Star will reach he