•Websfer-Man's Man
.
By PETER B. KYNE /
Author of "Cappjr Ricks," "The Valley of the Giant*," Etc.
■ > • Copyright by Frttr B. Kyne.
>• "8 HE'S THE FUTURE MRS. W.-
John Stuart Webster, mining engineer, man'* man. S9 yean young, boards
« train in Death Valley, California, on hla way back to civilisation after clean-
J?' U P HOO.OOO. He la dreaming of cool baths, silk pajamas and ham and eggs.
But he looks like a hobo to the porter and the conductor. His way of chang
ing their views gives a hint of the mettle of the man. Then he meets a dis
tressed lady, who makes his heart flop over for the flrst t|me in all his days.
He eliminates the offending man after the style of the man's man the world
ovsr. Being what he is and also girl-shy, he does not take advantage 6t his
opportunity. But he Jtist had Jo find out who the no-longer-dlstressed lady
Is, being determined to hatch up a scheme to meet her again—and marry
her. She Is Dolores Ruey. Clad to purple and fine linen, John goes to the
Engineers' club to Denver, the nearest approach to a home he has known in
twenty years. There he 1s offered a *25,000-a-year job with the certainty of a
fortune by a capitalist friend. Edward P. Jerome. While he Is hesitating,
being loath to go to work again so soon, he receives a delayed letter from
his own particular pal, Billy Geary, asking him to finance a gold-mining prop
osition In Central America and go 60-60* with him on the profits. Thereupon
he turns down the bis Job and decides to answer the call of friendship and
adventure to Sobrante.
CHAPTER ll—Continued.
"Well.** Webster retorted humorous
ly, "It Isn't "exactly what you might
term a ruling passion. I like to make
It, but there's more fun spending It,
Tve made SIOO,OOO, and now I want
to go blow It —and I'm going to. Do
not try to argue with me. I'm a luna
tic and I will have my way. If I
didn't go -tearing off to Sobrante and
Join forces with BJII Geary, there to
play the gafhe, red or black, I'd feel
as If I had done something low and
mean and smalL The boy's appealed
to me, and I have made my answer.
ft I come back alive but broke, you
know In your -heart you'll give me the
beat Job you have."
"You win," poor Jerome admitted.
"Hold the Job open 80 days. At
the end of that period I'll give you a
definite answer, Neddy.
"I sniff excitement and adventure
' and profit in Sobrante and I've Just
got to look-see. I'm like an old burro
staked out knee-deep lh alfalfa Just
now. I won't take kindly to the
pack " - i ■ . .
"And like ui old burro, you won't
be happy until you've sneaked through
a hole In the fence to get out Into a
stubble-field* and starve." Jerome
swore half-heartedly and promulgated
the trite proverb that life Is Just one
blank thing after the other —an In
choate mass of liver and disappoint
ment!
"Do you find It so?" Webster queried
sympathetically. •
Suspecting that he • was being
twitted, Jerome looked up sharply,
prepared'Yo wither Webster with that
glance. But no, the man was atvxs
- serious; whereupon Jerome
realized the futility of /further/argu
ment and gave John Stuart (jvebater
up for a total loss. Stlll.
help smiling as he reflected how Web
ster had planned a year of quiet en
joyment And Fate had granted him
one brief evening. He marveled that
Webster could be so light-hearted and
contented under the circumstance*.
Webster read his thoughts. "Good
' bye, old man," he said, and extended
his hand. "Don't worry about me.
Allah is always kind to fools, my
friend; sorrow is never their portion.
In answering Billy's call a feel
ing that I am answering the call of
a great adventure."
He did not know how truly he spoke,
of course, but If he had, that knowl
edge would not have changed his an
swer.
CHAPTER 111.
Tlie morning following his decision
to play the role of angel to Billy
Geary's mining concession in Sobrante,
John Stuart Webster, like Mr. Pepya,
was up betimes.
Nine o'clock found him In the office
of his friend Joe Dalngerfleld, of the
Bingham engineering works, where,
within the hour, he had In his charac
teristically decisive fashion purchns-id
the machinery for a ten-stamp mllL It
was a nice order, and Dalngerfleld
_ was delighted. • /
"This is going to cost you about half
your fortune, Jack," he Informed Web
ster when the order was finally
made up.
Webster grinned. "You don't sup
pose I'm chump enough Jo pay for it
now, oo you, Jo«?" he queried.
"I'm going first to scout the coun
try and In the meantime keep all thte
stuff In your warehouse until I au
thorize you by cable to ship when
yoa can draw on me at sight for the
entire Invoice with bill of lading at
tached. If, upon Investigation, I find
that this mine isn't all my partner
thinks It Is, I'll cable a cancellation,
and you can tear that nice fat order
up and forget It."
From Dalngerfleld's office Webster
went forth, to purchase a steamer
trunk, his railway ticket and sleep
ing car reservation —after which he
returned to his hotel and set about
Packing for the Journey.
Old Neddy Jerome, as sour and
cross as a setting hen, accompanied
him la the taxicab to the station, loth
to let blm escape and pleading to the
last, hi a forlorn hope that Jack Web
ster's better nature, would triumph over
hla friendship and boyish yearning
tor adventure. He dung to Webster's
«*m as they walked slowly down the
track «nd paused at the steps of the
W containing the wanderer's reserva
tion, jast as a porter, carrying some
haal passed them by, toi
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lowed by a girl In a green tailor-made
suit. As she passed, John Stuart Web
ster looked fairly Into her face, started
as If bee-stung, and hastily lifted bis
hat. The girl briefly 'returned his
scrutiny with sudden Interest, decided
she did not know him, and reproved
htm with a glance that even passe old
Neddy Jerome did not fall to asßlml
late.
"Wow, wow!" he murmured. "The
next time you try that, Johnny Web
ster, be sure you're right " ,
"Good land o' Goshen, Neddy," Web
ster replied. "Fry me In bread
crumbs, If that Isn't the same glrll
Let me go, Neddy. Quick 1 Good-bye,
old chap. I'm on my way."
"Nonsense! The train doesn't pull
out for seven minutes yet Who Is
she, Jobn, and why does she excite
you so?"-
N "Who Is she, you ancient horse
thief! Why, If I have my way—and
I'm' certainly going to' try to have It
—she's the future Mrs. W."
"Alas! Poor Yorlck, I knowed him
well," Jerome answered. "Take a tip
from the old man, John. I've been
through the mill and I know. Never
marry a girl that can freeze you with
a glance. It Isn't safe. By the way,
what's the fair charmer's name?"
"I've got It down in my memoran
dum book, but I can't recall It this min
ute —Spanish name."
"John, my dear boy, be careful,"
Neddy Jerome counseled. "Stick to
your own kind of people Is this
—a —er —a nice girl, John?"
"How do I know—l mean, how dare
yoq ask? Of course, she's nice. Can't
you\se« she Is? And besides, why
I should*, you be so fearful "
"I'll have you understand, young
' man, that"! have considerable Interest
In the girl you're going to marry. By
the way, where did you first meet this
girl? Who Introduced you?"
"I haven't met her, and I've never
been Introduced," Webster complained,
and poured forth the tale of his ad
rvnture on the train from Death val
ley. Neddy was very sympathetic.
"Well, no wonder she didn't recog
nise you when you saluted her to
night," he agreed. "Thought you were
another brute of a man trying to make
a mash. By thunder, Jack, I'm afraid
you made a mistake when you shed
your whiskers and burled your old
clothes."
"I don't care what she thinks. I
found her. I lost her, and I've found
her again; and I'm not going to take
any further chances."
The porter, having delivered his
charge's baggage in her section, was
"I'm Old Enough to tf« Your Father."
returning for another tip. Webster
reached out and accosted him.
"Henry." he said, "where did you
stow that young lady's hand bag
gage?"
"Lower Six, Car Nine, sah."
"I have a weakness for colored boys
WIJO are quick at figures." Webster de
clared, and dismissed the porter with
the gr%lulty. He turned to Jerome.
"Neddy, I feel that I am answering
the call to a great adventure," he de
clared aolemnly.
-I know It, Jack. Good-bye, »•* J
and God Messy you. If your„flt of In
sanity passes within 90 days, cable
me; and if you're broke, stick the Co
lorado Con. for the cable tolls."
"Good old wagon!" Webster replied
affectionately. Then he shook hands
and climbed aboard the train. The
Instant he disappeared In the vesti
bule, however. Neddy Jerome waddled
rapidly down the tracts to Car' 9,
climbed aboard, and made, his way to
Lower 8. The young lady In the green
tailor-made suit was there, ' looking
Idly out of the window.
"Young lady," Jerome began, "may
I presume to address you for a mo
ment on a matter of great Importance
to you? Don't be afraid of me, my
dear. I'm old enough to be your fa-'
ther, and besides, I'm one of the nicest
old men you ever met."
She could not, forbear a smile.
"Very well, sir," she replied.
Neddy Jerome produced a pencil and
card. "Please write your name on this
card," he pleaded, "and I'll telegraph
what I want to say to you. There'll
b« a man coming through this car In
a minute, and I don't want him to see
me here/. Please trust me, young
lady." '
The young lady did not trust him,
however, although she wrote on the
card. Jerome thanked her and fled
as fast as his fat old legs could car
ry him. Under the station arc he
read the card.
"Henrietta Wllklns," he murmured.
"By the gods, one would never sus
pect a name like that belonged to a
face like that By jingo. It would be
strange If that madman persuaded her
to marry him. I hope he does. If
I'm any judge of character, Jack Web
ster won't be cruel enough to chain
that vision to Sobrante; and besides,
she's liable to make him decide who's
most popular with him—Henrietta or
Billy Geary. If she does, I'll play
Geary to lose. Weill Needs must
when the devil drives." And he en
tered the station telegraph office and
commenced to write.
An hour later Miss Dolores Ruey,
alias Henrietta Wllklns, was handed
this remarkably verbose and truly
candid telegram:
"Miss Henrietta Wllklns, Lower 6,
Car 9, on board train 24. *
"Do you recall the be whiskered,
ragged individual you met on the S.
P., L. A. k S. L. train In Death val
ley ten days ago? He lifted his hat
to you tonight, and you almost killed
him with a look. It did not occur to
him that you would not recognize him
disguised as a gentleman, and he lift
ed his hat on Impulse. Do not hold It
against him. The sight of you again
set his reason tottering on its throne,
and he told me his sad story.
"This man, John Stuart Webster, Is
wealthy, single, forty, fine and crazy
as a March hare. He Is in love with
you. Tou might do worse than fall In
love with him. He Is the best mining
engineer In the world, and he Is now
aboard the same train with you, en
route to New Orleans, thence to take
the steamer to Buenaventura, Sobran
te, C. A., where he la to meet another
lunatic and finance a hole In the
ground. I do not want him to go to
Sobrante. If yon marry him, he will
not If you do not marry him, you
still might arrange to make him lUten
to reason. If you can induce hIM to
come to work for me within the next
90 days, whether you marry him or
not I will give you |5,000 the day he
reports on the job. Please bear In
mind that he does not know' I am do
ing this. If he did, he would kill me,
but business la business, and this la a
plain business proposition. I am put
ting you wise, so you will know your
power and can exercise It If you care
to earn the money. If not, please for
get about It At any rate, please do
me the favor to communicate with me
on the subject. If at all interested.
"Edward P. Jerome, President Colo
rado Consolidated Mines, Ltd., Core
Engineers' Club."
The girl read and reread thla tele
gram several times, and presently a
slow little smile commenced to creep
around the corners of her adorable
mouth.
"I believe that amazing old gentle
man is absolutely dependable," was
the decision at which she ultimately
arrived, and calling for a telegraph
blank, she wired the old schemer:
"Five thousand not enough money.
Make It SIO,OOO and I will guarantee
to deliver the man within 90 days. I
stay on this train to New Orleans.
"HENRIETTA."
That telegram arrived at the Engi
neers' club about midnight and pur
suant to Instructions, the night bar
keeper read It and "phoned the con
tents to Neddy Jerome, who prompt
ly telephoned ills reply to the tele
graph office, and then sat on the edge
of his bed, scratching his toea and
meditating.
"That's a remarkable young wom
an," he decided, "and business to her
flncer tips. Well, I've done my part,
and It's now up to Jack Webster to
protect himself In the clinches and
breakaways."
About daylight a black hand paased
Neddy Jerome's reply through the
berth eurtalna to Dolores Ruey. She
read: _
"Accept Wlmb jtm deliver Um
THE ALAMANCE QLKiJnSR, QBAHAM, N.~C.
goods, communicate wtth me and get
your motiey.
-JEROME." i
She anuggled back among the pil
lows and considered the various as
pects of this amasing contract which
she had undertaken with a perfect
stranger. Hour after hour she lay
there, thinking over this preposterous
situation, and the more ahe weighed
it, the more interesting tnd attractive
the proposition appeared. But one
consideration troubled her. How
would the unknown knight manage an
introduction? Or, if he failed to man
age It, how was she to overcome that
obstacle}
"Oh, dear," she murmured, "I do
hope he's brave."
She need ,not have worried. Hours
before, the object of her thought had
settled all that to his own complete
satisfaction, and as a consequence was
sleeping peacefully and gaining
strength for whatever of fortune, good
ill, the morrow might bring forth.
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CHAPTER IV.
Day was dawning In Buenaventura,
republic of Sobrante, as Invariably It
dawns In the tropics—without extend
ed preliminary symptoms. The soft,
silvery light of a full moon that bad
stayed out scandalously late had
merged Imperceptibly Into gray; the
gray was swiftly yielding place to a
faint crimson that (was spreading and
deepening upward athwart the east.
In the patio of Mother Jenks' estab
lishment In the Calle de Concordia.
No. 10, the first shafts of morning
light were filtering obliquely through
the orange trees and creeping in un
der the deep, Gothic-arched veranda
flanking the western side of the pa
tio. Presently, through the silent
reaches of the Calle de Concordia, the
sound of a prodigious knocking and
thumping echoed, as of some fretful
Individual seeking admission at the
street door of El Buen Amlgo, by
which euphonious designation Mother
Jenks' caravansary was known to the
public of Buenaventura. In the sec
ond story, front, a window slid back
and a woman's voice, husky with that
husklness that speaks so accusingly
of cigarettes and alcohol, demanded:
"Qulen es? Who Is It? Que qulere
usted? Wot do yer want?"
"Ye might dlsplnse wit' that para
queet conversation whin addhressln'
the likes av me," a voice replied. "'Tis
me—Caflferty. I have a cablegram
Leber give me to deliver "
"Gawd's truth! Would yer wake
the 'ole 'ouse with yer 'ammerlng?"
"All right ril not say another
worrd!"
Without the portal stood Don Juan
Cafetero, of whom a word or two be
fore proceeding.
To begin, Don Juan Cafetero was
not his real name, but rather a free !
Spanish translation of the Gaelic
John Caflferty. Mr. Caflferty was an
exile of Erin with a horrible thirst.
He had first arrived in Sobrante some
five years before, as section boas In
the employ of the little foreign-owned
narrow-gauge railway which ran from
Buenaventura on the Caribbean cottt
to San Miguel de Padua, up-country
where the nitrate beds were located.
Prior to his advent the railroad peo
ple bad tried many breeds of section
boss without visible results, until a
Chicago man, who had come to So
brante to Install an Inter-communicat
ing telephone system In the govern
ment buildings, suggested to ti>e su
perintendent of the road; who was a
German, that the men made for bosses
come from Erin's Me; wherefore Mr.
Caflferty had been Imported at a price
of $5 a day gold. Result—a marked
Improvement in the road bed and con
sequently the train schedules, and the
ultimate loss of the Caflferty soul.
Something In the climate of Sobran
te must have appealed to a touch of
lalssez falre In Don Juan's amiable
nature, for In the course of time he
had taken unto himself, without bell
or book, after the fashion of the pro
letariat of Sobrante, the daughter of
one Esteban Manuel Enrique Jose Ma
ria Pasqual y Mlramontes, an estima
ble peon who was singularly glad to
have his daughter off his hands and no
questions asked. Following the fash
lon of the coantry, however, Esteban
bad forthwith moved the remainder of
his numerous progeny under the man
tle of Don Juan Cafetero's philan
thropy, and resigned a position which
for many years be had not enjoyed
—to-wit: salting and packing green
hides at a local abattoir. This fool
hardy economic move had so incensed
Don Juan that In a fit of pique he
spurned his father-in-law (we must
crfll Esteban something and so why
split hairs?) under the talis of his
camisa, with such vigor as to sever
forever the friendly relations hither
to existing between the families. Mrs.
Caflferty (again we transgress, but
what of it?) subsequently passed away.
In child birth, and no sooner had she
been decently burled than Don Juan
took a week off to drown his sorrows.
In this condition he had encoun
tered Esteban Manuel Enrlqge Jose
Maria Pasqnal y Mlramontes and
called him out of his name. In the
altercation that ensued Esteban, fully
convinced that he had received the
nub enckaf transaction from start
to finish, cut Don Juan severely; Don
Juan had thereupon slain Esteban
with a .44-callber revolver and upon
emerging from the railroad hospital a
month later had been tried by i So
hrantean magistrate and fined the sum
of 920.000, legal tender of the republic
of Sobrante. Of course, he had paid
it off wlthjn six months from his
wages as section boss, but the mem
ory of the injustice always rankled
him, and gradually ha moved dowa the
scale of society from section boas to
day laborer, day laborer to tropical
tman, and tropical tramp t* baa A
combar, In which tatter state he hat
now existed for wwil months.
To return to Mother Jenka.
Before Don Juan could even otter a
matutinal greeting. Mother Jenka .laid
finger to Up and silenced him. "Go
back to Leber's and return In an hour,"
ahe whispered. "I 'ave my reasons for
wantln' that bloomtn' cablegram de
livered later."
Don Juitn hadn't the least Idea what
Mother Jenka' reasons might be, bat
he presumed she was up to some chi
canery, and ao he winked his blood
shot eye very knowingly and noddled
his acquiescence In the program.
When be had gone. Mother Jenka
went behind the bar and fortified her
self with her mornlng'a morning—
which rite having been performed, her
sleep-benumbed brain livened up im
mediately.
"Oord'a truth I" the lady murmured.
"An' me about to turn him adrift for
the lawst fortnight I Well for 'lm 'e
alters hadmtred the picture o' my
sainted 'Enery, aa was the splttln' im
age of his own fawther. 'Evlngs I
'Ell's bells t But that was a bit of a
tight squeak! Just as I'm fully con
winced 'e'a beat it an' I'm left 'oldln'
the sack, all along o' my kindness of
'eart, 'e gets the cablegram 'e'a beon
lookln' for this two months paat; an' '•
alters claimed as 'ow any time 'e got
a cablegram It'd be an anawer to la
letter, with money to foller I My word,
but that was touch an' go!"
Still congratulating herself uponber
good fortune In Intercepting Don Juan
"Chop Your Spoofln', Willie.
Cafetero, Mother Jenka proceeded
stairs to her chamber, clothed her
self, and adjourned to the kitchen.
After giving orders for an extra spe
cial breakfast for two. Mother Jenks
returned to her cantlna, and formally
opened the same for the business of
that day and night.
To her came presently, via the tiled
hallway, the object of her solicitude,
a young man on the sunny side* of
thirty. He was thin for one of hla
height and breadth of chest; In color
his countenance resembled that of a
sick Chinaman. His hair was thick
and wavy, but lusterless; his dark
blue eyes carried a hint of jaundice;
and a generous mouth, beneath aa
equally generous upper Up, gave am
ple ground for the suspicion that while
Mr. William Geary's speech denoted
film an American citizen, at least one
of his maternal ancestors had been
wooed and won by an Irishman. As
old Panama hat, sad relic of a pros
perous past, a pair of soiled buckskia
pumps, a suit of unbleached linen
equally befouled, and last but not 4
least, the remnants of a smile that
much hard luck could never quite ob
literate, completed his attire —and to
one a stranger In the tropics would
appear to constitute a complete inven
tory of Mr. Geary's possessions.
"Dulce corazon tnlo, 1 extend •
greeting," he called at the entrance.
"I trust you rested well last night.
Mother Jenks, and that no evil dreams
were born of your midnight repast of
frljoles refrltos, marmalade, and art*
an'-arf!"
"Chop yer spoofln', Willie," Mother
Jenks simpered. "My heyel So I'ui
yer sweet'eart, eh? Yer wbeedlin'
blighter, makln' love to a girl as Is old
enough to be yer mother I"
"A women." Mr. Geary retorted
sagely and not a whit abashed, "la at
the apex of her feminine charms at
thirty-seven."
He knew his landlady to be not a
day under fifty, but such la the ease
with which the Irish scatter their
blarney that neither Billy Geary nor
Mother Jenks regarded thla pretty
speech In the light of an observation
Immaterial, inconsequential and not
germane to the matter at Issue. Nev
ertheless, there was a deeper reason
for bis blarney. This morning, watch
ing the telltale tinge of pleasure un
derlying the alcohol-begotten hue of
the good creature's face, he felt al
most ashamed of his own heartless
ness—almost, but not quite.
II
"Cor, Willie, I ain't respect
able. She's comin' to see me— I
■a' I caw n't Ut 'er."
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(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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"loung girls nowadays," said Miss
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was swaggering In this costume beside
the water's edge and remonstrated
with her.
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see me In my new evening gown.'"
Where It Happened.
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ALASKA APPEALS TO YOUTH
Newspaper In Great Northern Terfft.
Tory Promisee Fortune to tho
Young and Adventurous
The sage advice of Greeley was Min
er more applicable than It la today 1B *
Alaska, observes the Alaska Capital.
What the country needs la the op
timism of yoqth, coupled with an ad- -
herence to the advice of Doctor Knpsr
of Trinity college. North Carolina,
when he said: "Young men, the sageo
will tell you to be prudent; prndenea
belongs to the daring of yontb— tho
spirit of sdventure that will develop .
Individuality."
Reduce this philosophy to Alarikaa
terms, and .we find that the territory
just now needs youth to finish tho
structure upon the foundation laid fey
those wonderful pioneers whom wo
reverence and admire: The raw BB
terlalx are here, materially and ethical
ly all that Is needed Is for the next
generation succeeding the pioneers to
step Into the trails blazed for thaaa
and finish the job.
At the Musicals.
Enthusiast—Don't you think tho
chlara oscuro was fine?
Non-Musical Guest—To tell tho
truth, I liked the chicken salad hat
ter.
In your effort to make both eain
meet you must be mighty careful they
don't Knap In the middle.