The evening world. Newspaper, July 4, 1908, Page 7

h ; By John W. Harding. -2@ Po leaves, ,would look magnificent.” | When These Are President Roosevelt’s Own Stories of Hunt- | 0m wo ser up terns in norning to begin our hunt NM COMING ing Big Game in the Far West. Twenty of Them Have eiso we wore posted on a rocky sar of] Been Secured by the EVENING WORLD by a Special greens; ourasives unnsen wa 0 Arrangement, and Are Printed on Mondays, Wednes- | covis six any aninat woich might 0» elther feeding away days and Saturdays. They Give a Foretaste of the | eed aera) trom opie Or Stories the President Will Write of His Hunting Ex-)sroa to ss any bea from cove or on ; 4 As It grew lighter we scanned the} ploits in Africa. valley with increastn and evger | ness The sun ro 4 us and | alrnost as soon as it was up 4 out soine large beast moving among the ranges lying southeast of them, Jee the dwarf willows beside a | Our main difficulty lay In the chara half a mile in our front, Ina few mit | ter of the woods which the moose) Utes the thing walkéd out where t | haunted. They were choked and| bushes were thinner, and we saw that | tangled to the Inst degree, consisting | It Was a young bull moose browsing | of @ mass of thick-growing conifers, | the willow tops, | with dead timber strewn In every) Je had evi | direction, and young growth filling tho breakfast | spaces between the trunks. We could tly nearly finished and he stood idly for so moments, now and then | yc ne not see twenty yards ahead of us, and a mouthful of tw ‘ It was almost Impossible to walk with-| walked off with gr: out making a nolse, EV were OCCA | gtraigit line across t! s|{ slonally found in these same plac Ing among the wet w ar | but usuaw'y they frequented more open | ploughing through bo t timber, where the hunting was beyond |the {ndifferance — bog as | comparison easier, strengt ‘ , Kth and legs lon of | Perhaps more expertenced hunters) yy. oy ‘OF aaa on u At would have killed thelr game; though tines ie entered Led ' tn auch cover the best tracker and still icq yim prom viw, th WOOD AND hunter alive cannot always reckon on : OPA Sanwoop my. 905 success with really wary animals, But de eee a Oia aaiteal | be this as it may, we, at any rate, were js Hail eeneacntes Ready for tte Hunt, completely baffled, and I began to think Sree a SN a grass | oe that this moose-hunt, like all my formar gy Se Lv ns (Copyright, 193, by G. P. Putnam's Sons.) | ones, doomed to end tn fatlure Ria ae temeaiiies on above fished under arrangamen bilieeiawavavWalten aivanlnren nomen a m, 1 ng dlack and wet in the Q. P. Putnam's Sons, New York and Ti is Grit. | evel sunbeams as crabbed old trapper named Hank Grit. "> 1) ‘| fin, who was going after beaver in the an any one Bie ® few moments mountains, and who told me that if I On @ of ¢ ground, seemingly to STORY NO, 1% | would come with him he would show Hee uD ng sun; he . ose. I Jumped at the chance, and flood mot! his ears How I Shot My First nh ese Fe oo ‘as his word; though | Were contin and his head Moose for the first two trials my fll luck did eerie ol showing that oe not change. 1 US Py @ was on the HE moose Is the giant of all deer; | At the time that {t finally did change ht Pass with a somewhat awkward i and many hunters estcem it the) wh had at last reached a place where /otlon, he reached his b leg forward nobliest of American game. Be- the moose were on favorable ground. ia ratoh his neck yond question there are few trophies a high, marshy valley stretched for || 118 he walked forward again Into more prized than the huge shovel horns | several miles between two rows of | “marsh; where the water was quite of this strange dweller of the cold stony mountains, clad with a forest of @°@P he broke tnto the long, stretching, northland forests. rather small fir trees. This valley was! *Pringy trot wh T shot my first moose after making |csvered with reeds, alders and rank ‘erstlc gait of his Kind @everal fruitless ht ps with this’ grass, and studded with little willow marsh water into foam. He head straight special game view. season l| bordered ponds and {sland-like clumps forward, the an finally succeeded it was only after hav- | of spruce and graceful tam.aracks. ing on his shoulders, ing hunted two or three weeks in vain, Having surveyed the ground and After a while he reached a spruce among the Bitter Root Mountains and found moose signs the preceding after- | !sland, througa which he walked to and ee wile fro; but tly én ‘0000000 DOD D000UD00000 000000000 00 & ROMANCE OF NEW YORK The AND ITS THEATRICAL LIFE (C0000 es oH t and went on t 1 | he soon @ | he Fj & Here after a little wanderin ¢ a point where there was some thick & | young growth, which hid him from view ; | Whea he tay down, though not when he serene DODOODDODOOCOOOODOO! oosevelt Goes Hunting in Iustration by Frederic Remington. Copyrighted by the Century Co. STALKING, Chorus Lady. FOUNDED ON THE PLAY OF THE SAME NAME Too Popular for Him, a Dear Retty: ee gone out with a yo By James Forbes, Several times, and hat er a good ced her to Ro ow that she was engaged for six weel Would , oF not ne. ast time th me This Novelization of “The Chorus Lady” Was Made wer roses, @. Who gave them | Ihe those ov to you=Tat?” He gazed at her op fe me to both raga: with her at n mouthed, stupe- | @cupyrieh!, 1008, by 0, W. Diilingsam Com all? osh ica app A I think the young lady simply did SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS fat!” he repeated. “Where did you ee UR VRE t ceaoui are Dan Mallory, & Virgina noree trainer, ip) of Tat?” fiat aio eae talon seman ey epeaged to Petrie ie te associated with! “That's easy. She's up there on the | @Provab’s SI Soot See J very much oA Pearl ga tl ask her again Wedding, igitein something A wedding ring 1s al Betty Vincent Gives Advice on Courtship and Marriage will ba appropriate and whic) though an engagement ring {s not, The X.Y. Wedding ring is sim: y a plain gold a pin for, hand. Consult a jewoller as to price, shirt-studs for the man, er ana Accept the Soda, you will find wh Dear F The Wedding Ring, ‘ar Betty AM engaged young man friend stop and speak to him, and If ae es her to a. soda to accept? I ac- nce and hed for {t proper for a girl of fifteen, If She meets a to a young lady, 1 in ete Hee EL AR aH was reproacd yao mend ange es y my friends ZALED. hecessary for me to get aon why you. should the soda, if you wish It ainly no cause for re- ig 80, hor a wedding ti kind should I ge And ff so what J, P. Reve take ariner & | 7 sea Leawiords. crawford |Chimneyplece, all 80 Faiths brand new wreath of silver.” Patricia catches surrounded by @ A gleam of understanding and of vic- Nora, fosave thee! York itory came into his eyes. tion as chorus J8IF | jealous, eretly in New York, |704 ous. : Tunching with. bun occas ying} “She's my sister, T got that frame he taces, Byivta ay tes Patricia, jearns of Marre Aion onfesses she bis Upson show girl, {his and {ells Patric a forwed her father | which Crawford hole Jer SEU be towee and to buy clothes joes to Crawford's apartments to Deg for the note, As they are talking, Mal “for her portrait yesterday, and really I thought I had put It in the other Ylroom, She ts married unhappily. Her husband's a brute and treats her bad- ¥ l1y, and when she came here alone from YOU SUTTINLY 46! b a into an inner roo O'Brion, worrying about eicrarete All earseeese tee rolntrwad ceo’ fed have come to New York. } ef Mallory, but not before the latter has had ! 19 a glimpse ‘of Nora's arm through the door, | Dan docs not guess the identity of Craw: | Je ford's fair guest. Crawford and Nora have, ing supper. He offers to help her remove her) opera cloak says. Perhaps you prefer gar- | jas to roses?” he inquired, chang- the subject. “I think there ts something exquisite, something In- ebriating, something passton-inspiring CHAPTER XIII, | in their perfume, don't yout” (Continued.) | He took the flower from his coat and ; j handed it to her. A Little Supper. “J think it’s beastly," she sald, with “Mr, Crawford,” she declared, I'M) q grimace, giving tt back to him, “It Rot going to take It off.” | smells like a dead rat in a stable, Did “But you must,” he urged. It isn't) par give that to you too?” 0 | oO dine ith it on. Ladies never i) oorich ating” “Why Should | Be Jealous? do such a thing.” He laughed and, moving over to her, This made her and they sat down to the table laugh, ? sa around her should “Jan't It Jolly to be together like this?| placed his arm aroun ae I wish you could come often,” he sald Lattle girl," ‘he sald, “1 belfeve “Tt would be nice,” ‘she admitted you're jealous.”* Nhe idea!’ she answened, looking He poured out the Margaux. “J dote on these good red wines," he |down, "Why should I be jealous? observed, “They are like rubies They} "You needn't be, And you do care glow with concentrated heat and sun-|for me a little bit, don’t you?’ shine, They are a poem of warmth} He jtook her hand and placed 1® and love and beauty—the warmth and | against his cheek. beauty of southern climes, where they | ‘Y-yes," she faltered, know how to love See how entrancing | with a ery of joy he lifted her and, {ts color Is." folding her in his arms, covered her He held the glass up to the Hight, “I can't say I'm stuck on red wine; {t's too sour,” avowed Nora, with her mouth full of the dainty pastry of a | bouche a ta reine, “I never tasted any } till you took me to lunch, and I drank {t then because I thought it waa the face and mouth with greedy kisses. “My Nora, my beautiful treasure. 1 Jove you—love you~love you! You are mine,” he murmured passion Her head was swimming wine and the violence of his embrace but she struggled to free herself ly with the thing to do at that sweil place, I must) «pon't, Mr, Crawford, don she say I prefer beer, We always have! punied, pushing igs face from het beer at home.” Let me go or I will scream for help “Nora,” he sighed, "you have awhole| 4 lot to learn, and I am going to teach you, Try some of this champagne. quick, pe caused | by the succession of drings” of the doorbell followed n to ars The Million Dollar Kid YEP! THERE'S %)000 WORTH THERE! JusT OPEN’ “Em up. Boy! Now I'M ALL READY! WISH LOOIE AND THE GIRLS WOULD ARRIVE | NLL SHOW "EM SOME FIRE GUESS TLL FIRE ONE OF THESE CRACKERS WHILE 'M WAITING ! », They were pauee. It’s nearly the color of beer anyhow." | Ve hda of an altercation. 5 certainly like it better,” she said) *" ‘at the devil's that?” ejaculated / after tasting it | Me De ; » to you | Crawford. (! ‘Do you know I took a fancy to you "You can’t see him, miss,” they hea Sthe very first moment I saw vou?” he| anit . Brant on, | Rogers expostulate, “He isn ‘ Nora blushed Bae 1 ean ane ae lie “Do you know, you remind me of a/he isn’t here, 1’! walt ti) he comes, and rose?’ he continued 1 would like to) you wont preventome: cover you roses.’ |" “patsy! Lam lostt” gasped Nora in $ “How can you say auch things?” | horror “Did you ever hear of Hellogabalus?”"| “Don't you dare push met Tl! ralse } “IT never did." the roof an’ bring the police an’ all the neighbors up,” came Patsy's volce In cA Surprise “No, 1 suppose not man emperor | dietinct but not loud tones eat Caesar's he 1 do tt He was a Ro-| “% ford. He used to give grand banguets and then smother the woman here? She musn’t see you to death as they sat at the feast by | {nto the bedroom—quick!” causing a rain of rose leaves to fall on| Nora flew to the door that onge t them until they were cove Your] fore had saved her, and Crawford white arms, decked with bracelets of| picking up the table, with the supper large diamonds held by @ thin thrad| things upon It, carried it in after hey & «88d projecting from a heap of rose) then he threw In the napkine that had fallen on the floor and closed the dour, + M@imct © me,” commented Nora, (To Be Continued.) \ — MY! HOW QUICKLY (nat FUSE Burns! $\000 worTH OF FUN AND 1M MISSIN. WT Ae! Curses | / *) | | ak) SENDING | THEM UP | AND CAN'T BE MMMBEAUTIFULLY | out! SOOO Go OOOO Onn OOOO OUUDOOOOUDI The Evening World Daily Magazine, Saturday, July 4, 1908. OOOO OOO COG America O0DD00000000000000 ‘Having pushed my rifle forward, . . . I snapped a dry twig to make him rise. My veins were thrilling and my heart beating with that eager, fierce excitement | known only to the hunter of big game and forming one | of the keenest and strongest of the many pleasures which with him go to make up ‘the wild joy of living.’”—rRom TO-DAY'S STORY, OO8O stood. After some turning he settled | himself in his bed just as a steer would He could not have chosen a spot bet- ter suited for us. He was nearly at the vdge of the morass, the open space be tween the spruce clump where he was ying and the rocky foothfils beng com paratively dry and not much over a lo of hundred varda broad; while » sixty yards from It, and between It and the hills, was a ittle hummock, tufted with firs, so as to afford us just er we needed, ring back from the edge of the morass we were able to walk upright through the forest, until we got the where he was lying in @ ling with thts Ittlo hummoek. We then dropped on our hands and knees, and crept over the soft, wet sward, nothing to make a nc ground rose at Wr bellias. ™ where thera was ©. Wherever the we crawled fiat on alr was still, for at was a very calm morning, At last wo reached the hummock and I got Into position for a shot, taking a final look at my faithful 45—90 Winches. ter to see that all was in order Peer- ‘ng cautiously through the shielding evergreens, I at first could not make out where the moose was lying untl ny eye was co Head of a Moose. smote his ears the moose rose nimbly to his feet, with a Ughtne ; on which one would not have reckoned In @ beast so heavy of body. He stood broadside to me for a moment, his ungainly head slightly turned, while his ears twitched and his nostrils snuffed the air, Draw- i : ing a fine bead against his bl Even then I could not see his outline, | tenind hs aiouldet and twoctursene? yut I knew where he was, and, having his depth below his shaggy nushed my rifle forward on the moss, 1| Willers I pressed the trigger, | He : ' 11 either Mi nor reeled, but s snapped a dry twig to make him rise. with his regular, ground-covering: tee My velns were thrilling and my heart through the spruces; yet I knew he beating with that eager, flerce excite. “@# tine, for the light blood spra pe i : . * from both of his nostrils, ment known only to the hunter of big |dying on his sde before yang he tefl game and forming one of the keenest and strongest of the many pleasures thirty rods, which with him go to make up “the wild joy of living.”” As the sound of the snapping twig ht by. the motion of vis big ears as he occasionally flapped them lazily forward Story No. 13—"Hunting Deer with Dog will be printed in Monday's Evening World, The Shirt-Sleeve Manners of Father. (No. 2 of This Series.) By Lilian Bell. {nto money that you might have and ‘“ IMES Tousnee and! enjoy the refinements which he lacked. we change! On the other han@ the old man with them," sald| should remember this: He has culti- somebody once! vated his children into a sensitivences upon a time, who| that he himself lacks, and if he Is wise didn't know a) he will endure the discomfort of a col- thing about the changeless ‘habits of old people. For the children to-day of the old- fashioned parents of yesterday spend much valu- able time vainly wondering it grandfather ever mortified father as poignantly as father mortifies them by his collarless waya— ways that he can't ohange and won't change, and says that they-—the dhil- dren—are stuck~up and foolish for want- ing lim to change. But the painful thing about the whole matter {9 just this, Wasn't it love~ genuine, self-sacrificing love, often love which shed drops of sweat and blood with every hard-earned penny, which sent the sons and daughters to the jfashionable schools where the first |thing these children learned was to | despise their parents and to look down Jon the old home? | Did the unlettered parents, so vainly | regretting thelr own lack of education. not foresea that by educating their | chitaren above them they were SOOO COCO OOO CS: Sc How CRUOE FIND / PHILISTINE + ay, Eate Plo With a Knife. lar at mealtime, He will not sit om the front porch in his shirt sleeves even if It Js cooler, He will let the |children have their way tf ¢hey went the pudding 8 |sert, and he will not put his knife into his mouth nor pick his teeth-exocept | when the chfidren are away on a walt and he is alone with mother, To be alone with mother! God biess the com- |fort which comes to the old man with | thee! There 1s no problem tn the world so grave as that which comes with over. | educating children and the home ‘trio tion which proceeds therefrom, No {other country has to cope with ft to the extent that America does, for America progresses where old countries stand still or trayel slowly In ruts, Therefore, children, be tactful, pa- tlent and adjust yourselves to the new | com#tions #s lovingly as possible, re- |membaring this one great fast: It was love—the deepest, purest, most self-sacrificing love in the world—which created the gulf between your refine- | ment and the shirt-sieeve manners of tather, WAY FAW THAH , Signs of Lorig Life. a \. VERY person to & tured hearts as soon aa the ungratefi adioal i ars physical aS 3 of superiority and cheap Th \ and digestive organs, ft br hould be ; limba : ‘t person ’ < and short Did you ever savy palm t 1 ought e or ‘ ‘ sa \ x an tn : w s ina remember that a a Hicate into. Hone ld @abl back r \ ad half. which would aise you above him? ft ates small or s tine to learn and practise refine TA CATERER i meat, and ‘a your father coined - { ved separately as @ des-'! {s | | |