Evening Star Newspaper, September 4, 1897, Page 21

THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 4, 1897-24 PAI petit PEELE? Paongestes® ae pe : ne rg Fou 1827 Or vic CLuae mace noREn MEERAN Tease = “ee ovres oad a ————————— SSS 'WEYPRECKT & PAYER Dracovengo FRANZ JOSEPH LAND 4973 + MAP SHOWING RESULTS OF ARCTIC EXPLORATIONS. ARCTIC EXPLORATION ————————t Its Practical Value Pointed Out by a Distinguished Scientist, COMMERCIAL UTILITY CONSIDERED Probability of Finding Precious Metals at the Far North. ———_+—__ = THE GOOD ACCOMPLISHED ————— Written for the Evenin; Star by Prof. Angelo rin. F WHAT PRACTI- cal value is arctic exploration? This is the question that still most generally meets the organizer of an arctic expedi- tion, and it is prob- ably the question that will continue to be asked long after the special benefits to be derived from it have been recogniz- ed. While the ab- stract entific value of polar research has never been questioned, the practical benefits to be derived from it have always proved a stumbling block to the apprecia- tion of this form of work in the minds of many who look upon exploration merely as the immediate key to colonization, or to the successful establishment of canaling and railroading, or the mining of coal or gold or silver. From the side of abstract knowledge, and as a promoter of manhood and civiliza- tion, that keen-sighted scholar, Sir John Barrow, answered it when he wrote: “The mcrth pole is the only thing in the world abou. which we know nothing; and that want of all knowledge ought to operate as a spur to adopt the means of wiping away that stain of ignorance from this enlightered age It is not difficult to dis- cern the practical results or benefits aris- ing from arctic exploration. The location of the northern magnetic pole alone, the werk in IS31 of Sir James Clark Ross, ren- dering possible the determination of the lines of variation in the magnetic needle, 1s In itself a conquest for which navigators will for all time be grateful, and from -—~ which the werld at large has derived in- benefits. estimab The arctic whale fisb- : the sustenance or sup- port of ters of thousands of the world’s in- habits is principally an outcome of sretic exploraticn, je practicable and ble through that more intimate ledge of the physical conditions of the far north which has been begotten alike ss and disaster. m Accomplished. Every expedition almost has accomplish- ed something that had been left undone predecessor and been considered in e of things unattainable. The northwest passage was made by McClure in 1850, neariy 250 years after Hendrik i first sought a commercial route to the polar regions; ¢ was forced for by Baron Norden- . 283 years after it was first attempt- ed by Barentz, Heemskerke and Ryp. But t has often, and to an extent pertinently, en remarked that McClure, despite his f forcing of the northwest passage, had yet failed te render commercially nav- isable the route in the search for which John Franklin and the greater part of bis force gave up their lives. Where is the profit? The contention is just, or, better, true, but only in so far as the simple state ment of fact is concerned. A period of fifty years is freque from sufficient to determine the practicability or imprac- ticability of a thing, especially of some- thing the bare accomplishment of whica has required three, four or five times that period. ‘The Northwest Passage. With regard to the assumed barrenness of the northwest passage, what, it might be asked, do we know of its actual possi- billties—only the record of failures? Main- ly so, but is the eaperience of a few arctic , most of them badly conducted or arranged, to be taken as the guiding on which the possibilities of the future are to be weighed? In geographical explor- ation n all departmenis of mechanical and physical science, it has repeatedly been shown that the assumed impossibilities of one day are ready possibilities of another, and that there are ne fixed limits in whick lement of success can be determined. lin the "The heroic achievement of Paccard, who in 1786 first sealed the then seemingly in. ble summit of Mt. Blanc, is today mbered, so facile—one might fathionable—has become the which the first breach was ef- Humboidt’s ascent of Chimborazo luster t researches of that re- stigator, but today, after accomplished by the broth- nd by Graham and Con- py Meyer on Kili- Wolff and Whymper rial Andes, and by Guss- Zurtriggen on Aconcagua, such an undertaking would scarcely pass beyond the records of the geographer and the ar- chives of geographical societies, Similarly in the far north, the dreaded dangers of Melville bay can today, with proper judg- ment, be avoided with as much certainty as the dangers of “the fog banks are avold- ed by the regular transatlantic lners. Siberian Trading Route. We are as yet too igonrant of what the rorth promises to permit us to venture upon a statement of the possibilities which it offers to either commeree or science, but certain it is that Its inaccessibility is be- coming more and more remote every year. Albeit the northwest passage has not yet proved of commercial significance, who can predict what its future might be? Equally unpromising has seemed the passage, only once effected, in the opposite direction, but the explorations of Nordenskjoid are al- ready beginning to bear fruit. The suc- cessful issue of this journey has revived the so-called “north Siberian trading” route, and the day appears not far distant when it will be freely used as a direct mears of commercial communication be- tween the north of Europe and north cen- tral Asia. . ‘The successful yentures of Capt. J. Wig- ins in 1888 and 1889, when with little de- he reached the mouth of the Yenissef river, and of Peterson, Cordiner and R. Wiggins in 1890, supplemented by a num- ber of similar more or less successful Ven- tures since. seem to justify the hopes that heve been held out for the new route, and to bring promise, at least, for the “Anglo- Siberian trading syndicate,” or its suc- cessor. Indeed, it is only during the pres- ent month that a Russian house of brok- ers and shipping agents, the Peterhoffs. has undertaken to conduct for the govern- ment supplies into the heart of Siberia by way of the large rivers discharging northward into the Arctic ocean. Thus has the Kara sea, with its “impassable” ice masses, lost its terrors. Drifting Expeditions. The successful issue of the Nansen ex- Pedition has for its point of departure like- wise the triumph of the Vega, for it was in the path of Nordenskjold that the dar- ing Norwegian carried the course of the Fram through the Kara sea, the “‘ice reser- voir” of the north. But the manner of con- struction of the Fram is in itself a possi- bility which hardly permits itself to be aralyzed by the impessibilities and failures of past arctic ventures. If, indeed, a first effort of the laissez faire principle of arctic exploration—that is, of allowing a specially constructed vessel to be frozen into the ice, and to do its work with the ice, borne by it and drifting with it—is so successful as was this effort of Nansen, then, man- ifestly, must all notions regarding the pros- pects and probabilities of the future, so far as the accomplishment of a result is con- cerned, remain in the nature of guesswork. The northwest passage may yet prove a route to commerce with eastern Asia or northwestern North America, more accept- able than that which doubles Cape Horn. Gold and Silver to Be Found. A point of very considerable interest sug- gests itself in this connection. What may or may not be the condition of the mineral wealth of the very far north? To this question no definite answer can, as yet, be given, inasmuch as our know- ledge, both of the geology and mineralogy of the region under consideration, is still far too limited to permit of a definite con- clusion being drawn from it. That metal- liferous areas, yielding the baser metals, do occur, has been known for many years, and it is by no means unlikely, judged by the geolegical construction of much of the region, that gold and silver may be found to occur in no inconsiderable quantity. The difficulties that have heretofore attended @ search for these metals, or the hazard that has been associated with enterprises of this class, will almost certainly be over- come with the advances that are constantly being made in arctic work, or, at least re- duced to that minimum, coefficient of which the hard laboring or hard-striving man takes little cognizance. The practical side of arctic exploration has already had its days, and it will doubtless have many more. ————— HE WAS SURPRISED. Strange Growth of Uncle Dooley’s Sq hes. From the Toronto Mail. Uncle Dooley is one as never lets on he's surprised at nothing. No matter what yer tell him he teks it as carmly as if it was nuthin’ out o’ the common. I don’t like a man to act like that. I think it’s mean. When I tell anybody a serprizing tale 1 expecks ‘em to be astonished. 1 expecks ‘em to say “Bless me!” or “Law sakes alive!” or “You don’t say!” A person as szys nuthin’ I've no use for. Uncle Dooley says its wimmin as does that there. Tain’t offen I'm put out by him, "cause I've found him out. But some 0 the boys cain’t abide him. When they told him his aunt’s house was afire, all h said Was “he reckoned it ‘ud ha’ to burn.’ And when Sam Thomas’ cow died, he on’ey said he reckoned Sam ‘ud ha’ to get an- other. I don't call that bein’ neighborly, let alone actin’ like a genueman. You could tell he was a bit conceited from his acting Ike that there. Noboay but a man as thought a deal of hisself ‘ud do a thing like that. But, my stars! we've surprised him this week. The boys planned it weeks ago. You see, Uncle Dooley prides hisself on getting -up some big vegertable marrers for the exhibition. He tlinks he can grow “em better nor anybody else, und I'm ready to allow as he does grow ‘some big ‘uns. Well, we'd pass his place and Jook over the fence, and say they was getting big as usual, and we supposed he'd get the first prize again, and such like. And he'd look that kinder sour as though he dain’t care whether they did or not. That was all his artfulness, for he was bustin’ with pride inside. But, my stars! gin him! p ‘These marrers was most awful big. They lay among their leaves like pumkins more than marrers. Liquid manure was what he used, I reckon. Anyhow, they was twice as bie as anybody else's, ut, lawks! Pride must have How well them boys managed itt Tt aus Tim Jenkins as put ‘em up to it. Tim is at an electric works in the city, and came home for a week's holidays. it was him as done it. What'd he do but get six small dynamite cartridges and bore holes with a center bit In the six biggest marrers. ‘Then he put In the cartridges, and connecks ‘em with a ‘lectric wire as reached to the tother side of Uncle Dooley’s big garding. Well, the word was passed around, and half thé village was looking over his fence that evening. M: what a serprize the boys hey’re big ‘uns,” says one. acle’s sure o’ the prize this year,” says arother. “TI can't tell how he does it,” says a third. All the time Uncle Dooley was makin’ as though he was tired of hearing these remarks passed. He smoked his pipe, and leoked horty. It was nuts to him to hear the naybours praising his marrers. ‘There must ha’ been sixteen of us look- ing over his fence when, bang! went the first cartridge. Tim Jenkins had connected the switch, and it acted like a charm. “Hello!” they’re busting thetrselves, Urcle Doole; “One's no matter,” says he, “I’ve had ’em that way afore.” + Which was a downright lie. The words was no sooner duten his mouth than, bang! went the second cartridge, and blew another big marrer to smithereens. en gracious, Uncle Dooley! what the the matter with your marrers?” I dooce is yells. Just a bit overripe,” he says, calmly. But when No. 3, 4, 5 and 6 went off in quick succession, T can tell you I never saw flabbergastedness grow on a man’s face like it grew on Uncle Deoley’s. Him keep- ing it back so long, when it did tek him it did him up. The last two marrers was the biggest, and they flew all to pieces with a report like a cannon. One o’ the pieces hit Uncle Dooley plump on the nose. That Seemed to finish him. His eyes was nearly arting outen his head. Talk about ser- Prize! After looking like a luny for a half. a@ second he reeled over and fell flat on his face in a fainting fit. Yes, I rather reckoned he was serprized for wunst. P'raps he'll be agrecable now. see ee aaety Of course we loosed his collar, and doused his head with cold water. But Pleased was not the word for our feelins: We was simply delighted. "2 Oldest Cotton Mill in American, From the Boston Herald. The tablet whick 1s to mark the site of the first cotton mill in America was pyt in place yesterday at the corner of Dodge and Cabot streets, North Beverly. There were no formal exercises, but among those invited by the Beverly Historical Society to be present wes Mr. R. 8. Rantonl of Salem, as the result of whose researches the fact was demonstrated that this was really the first cotton mill in America. It seems that when Mr. Rantoul was mayor of Salem he was invited to Pawtucket, R. I, to attend the celebration of the cen- tennial of the opening of the first cotton mill in America. He did not go, but he he- gan to look up the history of the cotton mills. The result demonstrated beyond deubt that the mill in Beverly antedated that in Pawtucket by some years. The facts are substantiated hy no less a per- son than George Washington, who on his tcur through New England made a visit to this mill in 1789, and recorded at length his impressions. This was a year before Slater came to America, and two years be- fore he started his mill in Pawtucket. The Beverly mill was built and running in, 1788. Ses South Africa’s Ape Pest. From the Parjs Figaro. The ‘Louth African colonists have got rid of thet: lions and elephants, but they have not yet been a'le to get the better of the baboons. A baboon, although somewhat like a dog, has all the mischlevousness of a man. It is the ugliest animal in all cre- ation. The Boers call him Adonis, and Never designate him under the official name that has been given to him by science. Now, tis creature is the curse of the Cape Colony. He commits depredations for the love of the thing. Any imprudent tomcat that ventures too far away from home is sure to be captured and strangled for fun by a baboon. Nearly all the An- goras, the choicest and most costly ani- mals imported by the colonists, have been destroyed by these huge monkeys. Even the dogs share the same fate. The bravest and most pugnacious of the English canine breeds are unable to cope with adversaries armed with just as powerful jaws, and with che tmmense advantage of having four hands instead of four paws. With a dexterity that conspicuously exhibits his surgical aptitude, the baboon bleeds his enemy in the throat, and in less than a minute the duel ends in the death of the dog. ‘One of the principal amusements of these big monkeys {s to gambol around the wire fences that protect the tai..e ostriches just to terrify them. The panic among them is so great that they often break their legs in their wild rushes. This is a pastime which the monkeys seem to enjoy hugely. A broken leg for an ostrich means a death sentence. ——+e+ A Difference. From Scribner's. It is so difficult to imagine a young American voluntarily choosing a ranch as a start in life that it is hardly worth while trying to do so. As a rule he either thinks of the country as the place where market vegetables come from and Thanksgiving turkeys are raised, or else it represents to him a large and expensive establishment at Lakewood or some such place,.with a casino and bowling alley and polo team attached. And as for the most part the American does not play polo nor hunt nor shoot nor fish with any real, genuine enthusiasm, the latter view he takes is scarcely more alluring than the former. Down deep in his heart he knows that he would much rather be trying to run an electric railway or a bank, or building bridges or losing money in Wall street, than to be doing any of those things. But the young Eng- lishman is entirely different. He has al- wsys known and enjoyed outdoor sports. It is the Ife he likes best, and he imagines that ranch life is first’ and foremost a sporting life. A HARD BARGAIN. ‘solon at both endy‘of'the Capitol. GOING, GOING, GONE! Rare Articles Kaoaked Down in a Washington: Auction House. RELICS OF THE PAST REGIME Webster's Punch Bowl and a Fa- mous Poker Table. A WONDERFUL BEDSTEAD Written for The Evening Star. HE PASSION FOR collecting is becom- ing very pronounced in this country. Elle Magus, toned down, is found in more than one American city. Here in Wash- ington he stalks in auction rooms and haunts second-class furniture stores. ‘There is no place in the United States which affords him a finer field, or yields Lim a richer harvest than the nation’s capital. It is here that have dwelt the great of the land, here foreign embassies have their habitat, and here is the most transient population of the hemisphere. It is from the house- holds of the elders in the social ind politi- cal Israel, and the birds of passage in the social and political great world, that col- lectors gather their stores. One bleak day in winter, not a great while after the close of the war of 1861- "85, a small throng of buyers and -collect- ors were gathered in the sales room at Sloan’s. The auctioneer was monotonous- ly crying bids and knocking down hous hold plunder of a!l characters and descrip- tions. Business was dull, and prices cor- respondingly low. There had been sent from a warehouse in town several van loads of goods that had been in storage for many years. Packed in a large box Was an enormous piece of Sevres ot sev- eral gallons capacity—a punch bowl of ad- mirable workmanship and handsome de- sign. Nobody seemed to know whence it me, or what its history, and when it was knocked down for a beggarly price no particular netice was taken of it. The purchaser was a prospcrous-looking man, a merchant prince of Baltimore, and he exhibited a quiet satisfaction connected with it. He alone knew that he had come into the ownership of Daniel Webster's fa- owl. sel had a history. It presented to the * Expounder” by an English admirer and had supplied the for many 4 festivity at a fine old English manor house. The October Club has passed cups filled from it over the water decanter. It has given vigor, if not melody, to the lungs of Roger Wil- drakes as they sang: .,; We'll drink till-we,bring In triumph back the king, a ditty as popular amorg the torics of the reign of George If as"it was among the country gentry of the-time of Charles II. How Webster Brewed Punch. It was a valued .privilege to see Web- ster brow punch ini'thts bowl. No elchem- st in search of the fabled elixir of life was ever more careful jn quality or quan- tity. There was he Monongahela, the Cognac, the Santa Cruz, the Schiedam, the Madeira, the Burgundy; from a pint to a quart of each. THere’/were the lemons, each perfect in color, hf soundness and de- velopmen:. There "were the fiavorings—a suspicion of cinnamon’ and- more than a suspicion of clove. "There whs the sugar in exact proportion of a'quarter of a pound to a quarter of a gallon. Lastly, there was @ lump of butter, golden, fresh from the churn and innocent of ‘salt. And there were other ingredients, now forgotten, which fact makes the brewing of Daniel Webster's punch 2s much of a lost art as the forging of the Damascus blade of Sal- ladin’s scimiter. When the howl vas flowing—then it was that the “God-like Dan'l” put forth all his powers in the heating. This was done by means of an iron wedge that had riven a giant oak of the forest and polished bright from constant use. Heated in the coals of a fire of hickory felled In June and ary seasoned until Christmas, when red hot, the great Webster seized it with the tongs at the but, dipped the edge slightly and gently into the brew. When the first pro- nounced “siz” greeted his attuned car, he withdrew it for an instant and then’ re peated the performance. Again and again and again did he thus, going deeper ever: time until the whole of the wedse was submerged, the butter entirely melted, and the punch of the exact temperature’ that Lucullus would -have approved. Talk of the nectar quaffed ty gods on high Olym- pus! It was swill in comparison. Ab of the Daniel Webster punch, bre Webster himself, made of the national debt a waiter’s tip. had been The Unstrung Bow of Ulysses. The Baltimore. merchant conveyed his treasure home in triumph and made a party of friends—old whigs, whose hearts were seared with the wounds dealt their idol by the national conclave that preferred Scott over him in 1852, old whigs of Bal- timore, who loved Reverdy Johnson, but adored Daniel Webster. They set about brewing the Webster punch, as the receipt Was fixed in their memories, and this oc- casioned garrulous, but reverend, discus- sion. All was ready for the wedge. But. alas, the bow of Ulysses was unstrung and the only hand that could bend it was in Valhalla communing with other demigods who had crossed over Styx. The wedge silpped the tongs the first dip, fell to the bottom and shivered the bowl beyond re- pair—a just punishment for the profane Goth that would dare the cunning of the “glorious Danicl,” A Famous Card Table. Back about Van Buren’s time there was a card party in Washington made up of Henry Clay, Gen. Winfield Scott, Mr. Bo- disco, the Russian minister, and Mr. Fox, the British minister. Clay and Fox played against Scott and Bodisco. Each was a skillful player and Clay and Bodisco often brilliant In snatching victory out of the jaws of defeat. The stake was $100 a game, and on one occasion they played for @ week at a stretch with very short inter- vals for sleep. and’ refreshment. At the close Clay and Fox Were twelve games ahead, which shows’ ow evenly matched they were. fle “on which they play- ed was sold at duction years after and fetched ten times ffs value. The purchaser was the agent ofa New York club and he was prepared tp bid four-fold the suc- cessful bid, had it*heen’ necessary. Fifty years ago ‘thifgs were “run wide open” in Washi of Pendleton’s club house was the ort! of every sporting ‘There that prodigy, S. S) “Prentiss, was seen nightly in company with Wise, Crittenden and John M. Botts.’'It was a favorite re- sort of Willie P. Maxium, the most loved senator in Congress, and of John B. Thomp- son, the greatest master of ridicule Con- gress ever saw, pogieton was frequently there, and so was Htmphrey Marshall. The suppers were ‘supetb, and more brains were gathered around Pendleton’s table, more wit flashed across it and more wis- .dom there descended to folly than at any similar resort on the continent. When = dleton’s effects emerged from the store- house, long after his house was closed, they came under the hammer, and the Pars dining table found a a citizen of New Orleans, the propristor of an establishment on Royal strzet. Henry Clay’s Mantel. gaged in with some power or other. The tradition is not exactly clear on that head, and the writer's informant is no longer among the living. However it may be, the mantel aforesaid is there, and a piece of handsomely carved marble; it is now yellow with age and discolored by heat. The or- nament was sent to this country from Spain to be presented to Mr. Clay, who, for obvious reasons, could not accept it. For many years it found a lodgment in a storage room, and finally it was sent to Sloan's, where it was knocked down to the ighest bidder. Mr. Hindman, then a mem- r of Congress from Arkansas, and later a general in the confederate army, was the purchaser. He caused it to be placed in the committee room in the Capitol, and there it remains to this day. Some Diplomatic Furniture. In Grant’s time there was a quartet of beauties who rendered society at the na- tional capital exceptionally brilliant. They were Mme. Catacazy, wife of the Russian minister; Mme. Garcia, wife of the Portu- guese minister; Kate Chase, daughter of the chief justice, and Mrs. Williams, wife of the Attorney General. Mme. Catazazy’s beauty had delighted both hemispheres, and it was said that to her seductive fas- cinations Russia owed more than one dip- lomatic triumph. However this may be, certain it was that Russia interposed to de- feat “the treaty of Washington, by the terms of which the Alabama Claims were submitted to the court of arbitration, which held its deliberation and adjudicated at Geneva. Society is an adjunct of liplo- macy, or diplomacy is an adjunct of so- ciety, it 1s not exactly determined which, and so it was that society put more than one finger into the arbitration pie the “High Old Joints” were cooking, and it was said that Mme. Catacazy plunged the whole of both her shapely hands into it, and up to and including her plump and dimpled elbows. Anyhow, Gen. Grant's ad- ministration intimated to the czar that Catacazy was getting to be persona ron grata, and soon after Catacazy and his beauteous spouse were recalled. Of course, they could not take all their household plunder with them, and most of it was sold at fabulous prices to those of our people who dearly loved a lord. A Rejected Bedstead. But we won't go the Chinese, dearly as we love the “Rooshians, the Prooshians and the Itallyians.” That's as flat as was Falstaff’s determination not to march his contingent through Coventry. Not a great while ago the Chinese legation pulled up stakes at Duponi Circle and moved over to Mt. Pleasant, where the new quarters were sumptuously furnished and fitted regard- less of expense by an upholsterer from New York. The old belongings that had done service so long at Castle Stewart, in- cluding that never-to-be-forgotten occasion of the pis-feedings that created such a stir about twe lustrums ago, were exposed to auction sale. There was an enormous bed- stead of solid mahogany that weighed little than a ton. Dixen H. Lewis, Hum- phrey Marshall and Tom Reed, all three, so far from filling it, would have left room enough for Grover Cleveland. One old lady with severe countenance, over which “good houseke was written in every dialect ent languages, gave it a s tion and then solilo- quized: “If there a bedbug in there,” touching a place in the carving with the ferrule of her parasol, “it would quire the United States army, and navy, too, to dislodge him.” There was a reserve hid of $100 r the bedstead which cost China $1,000, but there was no advance on it and no sale, at least not on that bid. The above are only a few, a very few, of the articles of virtu sold here that have America association. There have been numberless sales of articles collected here, and associated with great or notorious fur- eigners. ‘Tis imagination that raises man above the brute creation, im: ation at Gnee the glory and bane of mankind, so necessary to our grandeur, so destructive of our happi- ness. O. O. STEALEY. ING A LOST TREASURE. Stolen Bar of Gold Which Scores of Men Have Hunted in Vain. Phoentx (Ariz.) Correspondence San Francisco Call. Harry Brown found an old tevolver bur- ied under a bysn in tie northeastern part of the city yesterday, and today there are a lot of about-town prospeciors working with picks and shovels in the vielnity, hop- ing to find half of a bar of gold that was originally worth vw. All of which re- calls to the old-timers one of the earliest and most sensational of Phoenix's trage- dies. In June, 1876, the siage coach was held up on the Black Canyon road, just beyond @ point known as Arastra Hill, by five masked men. One passenger was killed, and the treasure captured consisted of a bar of goid bullion, a big stack of new one-hundred slollar greenbacks and the personal property of the passengers. The robbers came directly to Phoenix, where they divided their spo:l and separated, each going to a different pa: territory A year later Legan*the story of and the search fer the famous Phoenix buried treasure. At different Umes scores of per- sons flave come to this ehy with what they considered the correct “tip” on its t locatio: How, why and where it to be b told by a cou- ves, after they n mortally wounded, one by a com- at Santa Siaria, and tke other by a Phoenix. The laiter told He said the greenbacks and half of the bar of bullion were burie The greenbacks were so rare in this pa of the country at that time that their pos- session would have been suspicious. For the same reason the peculiar pisioi taken from ihe murd nger, which bore the words “Blood fer blood” ‘engraved on the hardle, was also buried. It was this pistol that was found yesterday by Harry Brown. The bar ot bullion was cut in two with an ax. Why half was buried has never been explained, but everybody knows that 1t wi ‘The cther half of the bar was. afterward recovered by the authorities at Los Angeles, and upon weighing it was found to be so evenly divided that the difference in the two pieces was less than $75. Before the dying robber could definitely locate the place where the treasure was buried blood feom his wound surged to his throat,.and he died with the rest of the secret still undivuiged. Nevertheless, @ good deal of searching was done upon the strength of his confession, but noth- ing was found. Three years later a priest arrived in Phoenix trom Magdalena, Sonora. He, too, came to search for the robber’s treasure. Its locality had been divuiged to him by a man who died of a weund received in the fiesta at Magdalena. Although the descrip- tion given to the padre was quite definite, all the important landmarks had been changed by the approach of civilization. Even the location of the bank of a ditch that was named as a starting point had been changed, and men who ought to have been familiar with its former location could remember it only in a general way. The padre prosecuted his search for some time, but he found nothing for his pains, and went away the pporer for his search- ing. Scarcely a year has passed since then that some one has not appeared in this city who believed himself possessed of the proper directions. The dying robber who made the first confession said the greenbacks and half bar of bullion were buried in an iron coffee Pot. Scores of treasure hunters have spent weeks and months in secretly probing the suspected spot with long steel bars. It has often been thought that the treasure had been found, but each time the rumor Proved to be untrue. Now there is more digging and searching and probing, and a scCre or more of mer are hoping to strike their pick or their probe into that iron coffee pot. SE had b. Sunday School Superintendent (severely)— ‘Bobbie, I didn’t see you in Sunday school yesterday. : Bobble (defiantly)—“No, sir. I was out on my _ wheel.” “ “How were the roads?”—Life. THE THREE MEN REINED THE IR HORSES DOWN THE Loa, HE LEFT A MESSAGE A Chapter in the History of the | Bishop of Price. HORSE WITH MOCCASINS S400 A Mean Trick Played on Three Ardent Lovers of Gold. THEIR DESERT ADVENTURES (Copyright, 1897, by Cy Warman.) Written for The Evening Star. N THE FACE OF the well - established fact that the earth is full of gold and the other fact that the Uintah Indian reservation is about to be thrown open to prospectors and others, this story of Smith's will be of in- terest. You may not find the mine, but you can’t fail te find Smith of Utah. No doubt you will find him at the railway station wherever and whenever you leave the train. There are as many Smiths as there are Youngs in Utah. "ve read your story of the Peso-la-ki mine, Smith. “It’s a good story, but I know a better one, because it's the 5! of a better mine. eb Rhoads, a rich Mormon, formerly bishop of Price, could tell you more, but won't. Some people | Who had money and faith offered the bish- op $10,000 to tell them, and he refused. Forty years ago,” continued Smith of Utah, “Caleb Rhoads and his brother found a rich placer in the Uintah reserva- tion, but the Indians found the Khoads, and had trouble with them. “The prospect was a rich one, and the two brothers concluded to fight for it. It was so rich in goid that they could shake enough yellow meal out of a single pan of dirt to fill the bowl of an ordinary cob pipe. “Well, the Indians came and saw, and killed Caleb's brother and crippled Caleb. It was aimest a miracle that he escaped. As it wus, he brought away enough flint and lead to sink a raft, all comfortably cached in Caleb's hide. He is a stayer,is this same Caleb Rhoads, and he went back the following summer and brought out a goud- ly bag of dust. 5 He continued te go every summer for years and years, and his neighbors mar- veled at the easy life he led, and some of them offered io be company for him, but the wily Caleb wouldn't have it. Finally they made up a jackpot and offered to buy a share in these annual scrties, but they were not for sale. At length, when four decades had passed away and Caleb had grown rich with little or no exertion, some of his neighbors determined to follow the prospector into the hill Extended Them a Welcome. “Caleb heard of it and made his friends welcome, but refused to be responsibie for the followers. “If you get lost in the hills,’ said he, “You'll have yoursclves to blame, for I shan’t hunt you out.’ “Well, they all agreed to keep up with the prospector, aud arrangements were accordingly made for a long journey. Ca- leb gave out the day and date upon which he would vamose, but no one believed him. For a week they watched his house as ter- riers watch a rat hole, and Caleb slept through it all like an innocent babe. Fina!- ly, when the last night came, the men who were to go with the prospector were sc sure that he would steal away that they had their horses saddled and ready ail night. To their great surprise, Caleb never surred until daylight, when ke started his man out to ‘call’ his neighbors, who were to accompany him. That made the men feel so mean that they outdid each other in helping the prospector to pack. One of the party suggested that Caleb might be luring them out for the purpose of losing them, and gave it as his opinion that they might better keep watch the first night, but the others crly laughed at him. “He can’t lose me, Charley,” said one of the young men, and so they ceased to be suspicious of Caleb. “In order, as he said, to reach a favorite camping ground, they were obliged to travel far into the night, and when they had finally camped and had supper, Caleb kept them up for hours, telling them won- derful tales of the wild country to which he would lead them. When at last they rolled up in thelr blankets the weary men slept soundly until Caleb called them to get breakfast. He apologized for having to get them out so early, but they must make thirty-five miles that day, across an arm of the desert, before they could find water, which in that country is only to be found in rock basins or tanks, as the cowboys call them. All day long the four men and eight horses trailed across the arm of this shipless sea, without food or water for themselves or their animals. Sick and Saddle Sore. . “What with their all-night watch at Price, followed by a hard.day’s work and a short sleep, they were heart-sick and saddle-sore long before the fringe of pine that marked the place of water came in sight. By the middle of the afternoon the foothilis seemed to be within” rifle range of them, When the-sun went down the hills began to retire, as it were, and finally melted away in the darkness. The horses were tired, and the pack horses had to be urged on constantly, and now went along doggedly, holding their dusty noses close to the sand. Presently the moon came out of the desert a little way behind them and shone on the evergreen trees that gar- nished the foothills. Now they came to a little stream, not more than a foot wide, that ran acress the trail. “The famished horses stepped short. Caleb, Gismounting, scooped up a handful of the water, tasted it and shoutéll to the men to push on. The water was poisoned with alkali. When at last they found water the men were utterly done out. It was with difficulty that Caleb persuaded an ugly savage. tapping the rifle that rest- ed in the hollow of his arm. Caleb Knew a Thing or 7) “Now the young men who had come out to fathom the mysteries of the old Mor- mon’s wealth grew suddenly homesick. To the surprise and amazement of his com- Panions, Caleb rose deliberately, walked over to the savage, and began to kick him out of camp. What surprised them. still more was that the Indian made no show of resistance. but went his way “This little incident put that might ot much-needed and in a little like dead men. Not because he had any fear of the dians, but he cculd not afford it. Shortly after midnight he untied his two horses and led them away. When out of sight and hearing of the camp he stopped, opened his panniers and took ont eight ready- le moccasins. He put one on each of the eight feet that went with his two horses and stole softly away. In the course of an hour he found water and camped, but ne made no fire. As soon as it was light he fet out on his journey, the mufiled feet of his horses making little or no noise, and leaving tracks in the sand on the selvage of the desert that looked like Indian tracks going the other way. “The young men slept until the sun was up. and when they awoke, looked very foolish, They found the tracks of Caleb's horses, and without stopping to make coffee, took the trail. In an hour they lost it on a barren sweep of sandsto: they never found it again. Wi had grown weary of the search th for breakfast. “Like hundreds of others they had ac- quired that beastly American habit of drinking before breakfast, and now when they sought the jug they found a note from their late leader. It was neatly folded and had one corner caught playfully in the mouth of the jug and held there by the cork. The Reading Interrupted. “It was a very brief message, no date and no signature, but it was pithy and to the point. Only one of the men had seen it, and now his companions called to him to read it. One of the men had paused with the brown jug thrown above his curved elbow, his band on the handle and his mouth stealing to the mouth of the jug 4s the mouth of a Mexican maiden glides to the kiss of her cabuliero. At the very moment when the man was about to read aloud the old bishop's last message, a half dezen Indians jumped into the camp One of them took the jug gently from the bewildered prospector, smelled it and took a drink. t of the while the ree man, who was extremely 3 . pockmarked and generally some, kicked the Indian and reached for the jug. Before drinking he kicked the Indian again and swore at him in a blend- ing of Spanish, Indian and bad English. Manifestly this was the leader. “By the time this important Individual had quenched his thirst a dozen Indians had come into camp. They ate what they could find, drank all the whisky and signed to the white men to get up. When thay were mounted the pockmarked man tapped his rifle and said ‘Vamos. “The three men, thoroughly frightened, reined their horses down the gulch. “When they had left the foothills far behind them and felt the sun hot on the back of their necks, one of them asked the man who had Caleb's letter to read it. ‘Listen, then,’ said the man who was rid- ing in front, and who now held up the sheet of white paper, and then he read: “Adios.” "" — A Business Wom: From the Boston, Advertiser. Mrs. Neilie Kimball nas the good results of indu circulation. of her widowhood, she the business left by he: ing a coal and wood yar shore of Lake Erie, en the active portion of the monstrared né@ business in the beginning ontinue , this be- town. a young woman, had just a long iliness, and did not y to the work re her, but Under her exe she ient shat grown, and is now large and thriving. in addition to a good local trade she has the conccact for supplying all the coal used by five dredges employed by the government for cleaning the harbor. The contract calls for about 3,000 tons, She has to “coal up” two of these dredges every x. She is her own and only bookke>pes ighs every ton of coal sent out from the yard, hires and discharges the men and gives persnnal attention to the care of her horses. Her days are filled with work, which t a.m. and ends at irre.) evening. Quite recently she has added a farm of eighty acres 1 her business care Mrs. Eiama Hamilton is the owner of large coal and wood yard. She also scils drain pipe, fire brick, tiles, cement, &¢., has a trusty man in her office, but oversees her books and the business generally herself. Besides this she was president of the Woman's Educational and Industria! Vnion for three years, when she retired on ac- count of business and family cares. a New Remedy for Balkiness. From the Philadelphia Record. A cold storage establishment on North Delaware avenue was the scene of much excitement yesterday afternoon. Ice was being hauled into the side alley and hoisted to the third floor. A Jarge wagon, hauled by four mules, stuck in the alley, the mules balking. Coaxing proved of no avail, and likewise beating, and as a last resort the hoisting tackle was made fast to the wagon, and in a moment mules, wagon, ice and several assistants were yanked into the alley at the rate of about forty miles per hour, Hostess (to our i, nee. who has just spent a happy cou! hours his latest_and greatest work)—“Good-bye, décar Mr. Ego-Smith. Come again soon. We It matters little what it —whether Bil “want” ad. in will persoa who can fll your need.