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3y SmSSXt ' ' ' ' .- ' 1)1 ' I Uo "With a Strangled THE PINWHEKL VOLCANO. The surgeon spoke first. "Another point," uatrl he. "Har row was alive within a few days." Capuln Parkinson turned slowly amay from the grave. "You are ttft " he nui with an effort. "Our business Is with the living now. The dead must wait." "Hide and seek," Rtowlfil Tren . don, "If 'he's here why don't he (how himself?" The other shook hln head. "Place Id all trampled up with hi footprint!!," naid Trendon. "He's plodded back and forth like a pris oner in a cell." "The ledger," Bald the captain. "l'i forgotten it. That grave drove everything else out of my mind." "Bring the book here," called Trendon. Congdon unwrapped It from his Jacket. and handed it to him. The allors cant curious glances at the two headstones. "Mount guard over Mr. Edward's grave," commanded the captain. The coxswain saluted and gave an order. One of the sailors stepped, forward to the first mound. "Not that one," rasped the oilieer. "The other." The man saluted and moved on, "With your permission, sir," said Trendon. On a nod from his superior officer he opened the ledger and took up Darrow's record. "Here It is. Entry of June 3d." "Everything lovely. Schooner lont to sight. Query to memory dear'.' Jfot exactly. Tnough I t-houidn't mind having her under orders tor a few days. Queer glow in the sky last night: if they've been investi gating they may have got v.hit'i coming to them. Voleano exhibit ing tits of temper, rtpouted out con siderable fire about nine o'clock. Quite spectacular, but no harm done. Can foresee short rations of tobac co. Lava in valley mill too not for comfort. No aign o,' Dr. cloiincr norn. Still Bleep on beach. "Not much ther'--," sniff' d "vcn don. - . "Bony EftWrtSD WRITE and Srt.1l XI HOPKINS DAMS ...... wfrvfaAy -llr- -4- Cry the Sailor Cast the Shirt From Him." Go on,'' Vtld the captain "June Hd. lOvening. Thick and! squally weather again. Local atmos pheric conditions seem upset. Vol cano mill lending strenuoLia life. Climbed the headland tills afiernoon. Wind very phifty. Got an occasional Whiff of 'volcanic output. One in particular would have, nent a xkunk to the camphor bottle. No living on the headland. Will explore cave to morrow vvitli a View to domicile. Have come down to an allowance of seven clarettei-i per diem. "June 4th. Explored cave to-day. Full of dead s'-als. Not only dead, but all bitten and rut to pieces. Must have ben.. lively doing in Seal Town. Not much choice between air in the cave and vapours from (he volcano. Barring seala. everything Huitaltle for liKht housekeeping, such as mine. Undertook to clean house. Dragged late lamented out Into the water. Some sank and were swept away by the sea-push. Others, J re gret to say, floated. Found trickle of fresh water In depth of cav, and little wand-ledge to sleep on. So far, so good: we. may he 'appy yet. If only I nad my cigarette .supply. Once heard a botanist say that leaven of the white shore-willow made fair sulistitne fop tobacco. Knir substi tute for mix vomica! Would like to Interview said botanist. "The feilo.v is a t"bai'C') maniac," growled Trendon, feeling in his breast pocket. "Th'- devil," he cried, bringing forth an empty hand. .Silently the captain handed him a (agar. "Thank you, nil," he said, lighted it, and continued reading. "June 5th. Had n caller tu-day. f'llnibcd the he:ulland this mornlnn. Found volcano taking a day off. Looking for sign of laughing Lass, noticed something holiogi apbnig to ine fmiri th" waves beyond the rei f. Seemed to he metal. I guessed a tin hii. ''aught In the .ewirl, it rounded the cape, and I came down In the shore to meet It. Halfway down the cli.'r I had i, bettor view.' I Haw It wan not a i.n can. There wan a dark body under it, which the waves were t"smg about, and as the metal moved with the body, It glinted in tie; sun. Suddenly 11 was borne in Not to Have Met You at the Illustrations by Will Crawfor4. ) i upon me that an arm was doing the signalling, waving to me with a sprightly, even a jocular friendliness. Then l saw what it really was. It was Handy Solomon and his steel hook. He was riding quite high. Kvery now and again he would bow and wave. He grounded gently on the sand beach. 1 planted him promptly. First, however, I re nin vd a bag of tobacco from his pocket. Poor stuff, and water soak ed, tmt still tobacco. Spent a quiet aliernoon carving a headstone for tti" dear departed. Pity it were that virtues so shining should be uncom menioiated. Idle as the speculation is. I wonder who my next visitor will be. Thraekles, 1 hope. Evidently some of them have been playing the part of Pandora. Spent last nigjit in (lie cave. Air quite fresh. "June ft t It. Saw the glow again last night," The surgeon paused it) his reading. "That would be the night of the 6th: the night before we picked her up empty." "Ves," agreed Captain Parkinson. "That was the night Billy Edwards (o on." "Saw the glow again last night, pon't understand it. Once should have been enough for them. This matter of hoarding tobacco may be a sad error. If Old Spitfire keeps on the way .he has to-day I shan't need much more. It would be a raw Jest to be burned or swallowed up with a month's supply of unsmoked clgar eiten on one. Cave getting shaky. Still, I think I'll stick there. As be tween being burned alive and burled alive, I'm for the respectable and time 'honored fashion of Interment, '.otuonnlnient was mostly to the east to-day, but no telling when it may shift. "June 7th. This morning I found a body rolling in the surf. It was the body of a young man, large and strongly built, dressed In the uni form of an ensign of our navy. Sure ly a si range visitor to these shores! There wan no mark of Identification upon him except a cigarette case Kiaven with an undecipherable monogram In Tiffany's most Illegible ttyle of . arrow-heuded inscription. Door," ' ' ..; - ... s '.'He Drew His Revolver and Fired.V This I buried with him, .and staked the grave 'with a headboard. An of ficer and , a gentleman, a youth of friendly ways and kindly living, if one may Judge by the face' of the dead; and he comes by the same end to the same goal as Handy Solor&on. Why not? And why "Should one philosophise in a book that will never be 'read? Hold, on! Perhapss Just perhaps it may be read, The. offi cer was not long dead. Ensigns of the U. 8. navy do not wander about untraversed waters alone. There must be a warship somewhere in the vicinity. But why, then, an unburied officer floating on the ocean? I will smoke upon this, luxuriously and plentifully. (Later) . No use. , I can't solve it. But one thing I do. I put up a signal pole on the head land and cache this record under it this, afternoon. From day to day, with the ktn41y permission of the voicano, i win add to it. . doings by Old Spitfire. The Bad I is coming down on me. Also seems to be noving aiong the cliff. I will retire hastily to my private estate in the cave. "That's all, except the scrawl on the last page," said Trendan. "Some action of the voleano scared him off. He Just had time to scrawl that last message and drop the book into the cache. The question is, did he get back alive?" . "I doubt it," said the captain. "We will search the headland for his body." "But the cave," Insisted the sur geon. "We ought to have found some sign of him there." "hlade is the solution," said the captain. "We must ask him." They put back to the ship. Bar- nett was anxiously awaiting them. Your patient has been in a bad way, Dr. Trendon," he said. 'What's wrong?" asked Trendon. frowning. He came up on deck, wild-eyed and staggering. There was a short of paper in his hand which seemed o have some Leariiter on his trouble. When he found you had gone to the island without him he began to rage like a maniac. I had to haj him carried don by force. In the rumpus the paper disappeared. I as sumed the responsibility of giving him an opiate." Quite right," approved Trendon. 'I'll go down. Will you come with me, sir?" he said to the captain. They found Slado in Drofound slumber. 'Won't do to wake him, now," growled Trenddn. "Hello, what's here?" Lying in the hollow of the sick man's right hand, where it had been crushed to a bail, was a crumpled mass of tracing paper. Trendon smoothed it out, peered at it and passed it to the captain. It's' a sketch of an Idian arrow head," he exclaimed in- surprise, at the- first glance. "What are all these marks?" "Map of the island," barked Tren don. "Look here." The drawing was a fairly careful one, showing such geographical points as had been of concern to the two-year Inhabitants. There was the large cavern, indicated as they found it, and at a point between it ! and the headland the legend, "Kl cave." "But it's wrong," cried Captain Parkinson, setting finger to the spot. we passed there twice. There s no opening." "No guarantee that there mav not have been,'' returned the other. This island has been considerably shaken up lately. Entrance may have been closed by a .landslide down the cliff. Noticed signs myself, but didn't think of it in connection with the cave. "That's work for Barnett, then." said the captain, brightening. "We'll mow up the whole face of the cliff, if necessary, but -we'll get at that cave." He hurried out. Order followed order, and soon the gig, with the captain, Trendon, and the torpedo expert, was driving for the point marked "Heal Cave" on he map over which they were bent. VI. Mil, BAR ROW RECEIVES. "You say that the last entry is the June 7th?" usked Harnett, as boat entered tho light surf. Trendon nodded. - "That was the night we saw the last glow, and the blgburst from the volcano, wasn't it?' "Right." "The island would have been bad ly shaken up." "Not so violently but that tho flag pole stood," said the captatn. " i nai s true, sir. nut mere s Deen a good deal of volcanic gas going. The man's been penned up for four "Give the fellow ft chance,'' growl ed Trendon. "Air may be all right In the cave. Good wnter there, too. Says so himself. By glade's -account he s a pretty capable cltlaen when it comes to lookinsr after himseit, Wouldn't wonder if we'd find him fit as a fiddle." "There -was no clue to Ives and McGuiret'' asked Barnett presently. "None." It was the captain who answered. The gig grated, and the tide being high, they waded to the base of the cliff, Barnett carrying his precious explosives aloft In his arms. "Here's the soot" said the captain. "She where the water, goes in through thoso crevices." .". , "Opening at tho top,' too," said Trendon. ' He let out' his - bellow, roaring Darrow's name. , , 1 "1 doubt If you cniultj' project your vole, far into cave thus blnrkeJ." said Captain I'arkinoh. "We'll try this." ' - iiedrw- ttle-drvlvr- and - fired. The men listened at 'the crevices of the1 rock. No sound , came from wltttttt, ... "' 't '" ' v1;; , 'V ' . ,Vf . MA- VTour enterprise, Mr. 'Barnett." said the commander, with a gesture which turned over the conduct of the affair to the torpedo expert. Barnett examined the rocks with enthusiasm. ''Looks -like moderately easy stuff," he ubserved. , "See how the veins run. You could almost blow a de sign to order In that," , "Yes; but how about bringing .own the whole cave?? " "Oh, of course there's)' always an. element of uncertainty when you're dealing with high explosives," ad mitted the expert. "But unless I'm mistaken, we can chop this out, as neat as with an axe." Dropping his load of . cartridges careressiy, upon a tmt rock which projected from the water, he busied himself in a search along the face of the cliff. Presently, with an "Ah," of satisfaction. h rlimhed trkwnr,l a hand's breadth of platform where grew a patch of purple flowers. "Throw me up a knife, somebody," ne cauea. "Take notice," said Trendon, good naturedly, "that I'm, the botanist of this expedition." "Oh, you can have the flowers. All I want is what they' grow in" Loosening a handful of the dry soil, he brought it dowPand laid it with the explosives.. Next he called one of the sailors to "boost" him, and was soon perched, on the flat slant of a huge rock which formed, as it were, , the keystone to the blockade. .' . ; , "Let's see," ne ruminated. "We want a slow charge for this. One that will .exert a widespread pres sure wt'hout much shattering" force. The No. 3. I think." "How is that, Mr. Barnett?" asked the captain, with lively interest. "You see, sir," returned the dem onstrator, percned high, like a sculptor at work on some heroic masterpiece, "what we want Is to split off this rock." He patted the flank of the huge slab. "There's a lovely vein running at an angle in ward from where I sit. Split that through, and the rock should roll, of Its own 3ight, away from the entrance. It's held only by the up per projection that runs under the arch here." . "Neat programme," commented Trendon, with a tinge of sardonic scepticism. ( "Wait and see," retorted Barnett blithely; for he was in his element now. "I'll appoint you my assistant. Just toss me up that cartridge; the third one on the left." The surgeon- recoiled. "Supposing you don't catch it?" "WelU supposing I don't." "It's dynamite, isn't it?" "Something of the stme nature. Joveite, it's called." Still the surgeon stared at him. Barnett laughed. ' "Oh, you've got .the high explo sives superstition," he said lightly. "Dynamite don't go off as easy as people think. You could drop that stuff from the cliffhead without dan ger. Have I got to come down for it?" With a wry face Trendon tossed up tha package. ' It was deftly catiRht. Now wet that dirt Well. Put It in the canvass bag yonder, and send one of the men up with it. I'm go ing to make a mud pie." Breaking the package open, he spread the yellow powder in a slight ly curving line along the rock. With the mud he capped this over, form ing a little arched roof. , "To keep it from blowing away," surmised Trendon. "No; to make It blow down . in stead of blowing up." on, rot!" returned the downright surgeon. "That pound of ..dirt won't make the shadow jf a feather's difference." "Won't it!" retorted the other. 'Curious thing bout high explo sives. A 'mud-cnp will hold down the force as well as a ton of rock. Walt and see what happens to the rock beneath."- He slid off his perch into the an kle-deep water and waded out to the boat. Here he burrowed for a Mo ment, presently emerging with a box. ,This he carried gingerly to' a convenient rock and opened. Firt ne-lifted out some soft padding. A small tin box honey-combed inside came1 to light. With infinite precau tion Barnett picked out an object that looked like a .22-callbre short cartridge, wadded some cotton bat. ten hi his hand, set the thing in the wadding, laid it on the rock, careful ly returned the small box to the boat, took up the cartridge again and waded back to tho cliff. They watched him In silence. "This is. the little devil," he said, indicating nts delicate burden. "Fulminate of mercury. This Is the stuff that'll remove your' hand f'lth neatness and despatch. It's th quickest tempered little ' article la the business. Just give It one hard look and it s off." "Here," said Trendon. "I resign. v rom now on i m a spectator." I Barnett swurtg the fulminate in nis nanoKcrcnief and gave it to a sailor to hold. The man dandled it like a new-born Infant. Back to his rock went Barnett. Producing some cord, he let down an end. "Tie the handkerchief on, w and get mt of the way," he directed With painful slowness th man carried out the first part of the or- aer; tne latter half ne obeyed with sprightly alacrity. Very slowly, very delicately, the expert drew In his dangerous burden. Onre a current of air puffed it against the face of the rock and the operators's head was hastily - withdrawn.' Nothing happened. Another minute and he had the ttnv, shell in hand. ', A fuse was fixed in It and It wil shoved un der the mud-cap. Harnett stood up. .'WUL juuklndly.ordcr..tho- boat ready, Captain Parkinson ?"s he called. The order was given, . ' "As eooa a I light the fuse J will A CiiMt l'i M 21 Y m-s A--), and h.X Came of l! llsst to liio Au thor of tho "Double Cross" ."Poor J'iU Tried For a Third Term." t-aid rioocll The .!'.!; Fellow's M, of What's the Matter With the Country Our Firemen Handed Som l'ralse Worth Punting on the Wall. (Copyright, 1907, by John L. Bui-' livan), , . This -time of year always reminds me of the right I had with Frank Herald, of Philadelphia,- which was finally pulled off 21 years ago the 18th of this month, after I had chased him from New York to Pittsburg. ..I pol ished Herald off in two rounds, mak ing short work of him after I got thim inside the ropes, but he sure lead me a dizzy race before I cornered him and made him put up hie hands and take what was coming to him. James ; Oordon - Bennett iwas so struck on Herald (probably because Herald's name was the same ae Ben nett's paper) that he wanted to bet J 5,000 that Herald could wallop ny man in the world. Herald was boosted as the man who was to put me to the bad. and a lot of people were begin ning to believe it, , I. finally got a match with Herald, tmt the caps stop ped it, and Herald's crowd took a train for , .Pittsburg intending to cop out some ' glory by taking, the stage and claiming I was afraid to meet him. I got wind of them taking the train and I was on another train, an hour later, for Pittsburg. By Jam mini come, down and we'll pull out fifty yards. ; Leave the rest of the Joveite where it is. All ready? Here goes." He touched a match to the fuse. It caught. For a moment he watch ed It. , "Going all right." he reported, as he struck the water. "Plenty - of time." Some .seventy yards out they rested on their oars.j. They -waited. And watted. - -, " "It's out)" grunted Trendon. From the face of the cliff puffed a cloud of dust. A thudding report boomed over the water. Just a Vlsp of whitish-grey smoke arose, pnd beneath It the great rock, with a gapping seam across Us top, rolled majeclically oufrward, sending a shower of spray on all sides,, and opening to their eager view a black chasm into the heart of the head land. The experiment had worked out with the accuracy of a geometric problem. t "That's all, sir," Barnett reported officially. "Maglct Modern magic!" said the captain. He stared at the open door. For the moment the object of .the undertaking was forgotten m the wonder of Its exact accomplish ment. "Darrow'll think an earthquake's come after him, remarked Tren don. "Give -wav." ordered the caDtaln The boat grated on the sandvof the compass, and he-'don't care a Captain Parkinson would have en tered, but Barnett restrained him, "It's best to wait a minute or two," he advised. "Occasionally slides follow an explosion tardily, and the gases don't always dissipate quick ly." Where they stood they could see but a short way into the cave, Trendon squatted and funnelled his hands to one eye. "There's fire inside," he said. In a moment they all saw it, a sin gle, pin-point glow, far back In the blackness, a Cyclopean eye, that swayed as It approached. Alter nately it waned and brightened Suddenly it illuminated the dim lineaments of a face. The face neared them. It Joined itself to reality by a very solid pair of shoul ders, and a man sauntered into the twilit mouth of the cavern, removed a cigarette from his Hps, and gave them greeting. sorry not to nave met you at tne door," he said, courteously. "It was you that knocked, was it not? Yesl It roused me from my siesta. Thev stared at him in silence. He blinked in the light, with unaccus. tomed eyes. "You will pardon me fpr not ask ing you in at once. Fast circum stances have rendered me well perhaps suspicious is not too strong word." They noticed that he held a re volver in his hand. Captain Parkinson came forward a step. The host half raised his weapon. Then he dropped it ab ruptly. Navy men!" he. said, in an al tered voice. "I beg your pardon. could not see at first. My name Percy Darrow." & I am captain Parkinson of tne United States cruiser Wolverine," said the commander. "This is Mr. Barnett, Mr Darrow. Dr. Trendon, Mr. Darrow." t They shook hands all around. "Like some damned silly afternoon tea," Trendon said later, In retail lng.lt to the mess. , A pause followed. "Wont you step in, gentlemen?" said Darrow, "May. I offer you the makings of a cigarette?" wouldn't you be ro&Mnsr your self?" Inguired the captain, with a twinme. "Oh, you found the diary, then," said Darrow easily. "Rather silly of me to complain so. But really, In conditions like these, tobacco be comes a serious problem." "So , one might imagine," said Trendon, drily.- He looked closely at Darabw. The man's eyes were light and dancing. From the nos trils two livid, lines ran diagonally, Such lines one mlsrht make with a hardblue pencil' pressed strongly Into the jlesh. srhe surgeon moved a uttie nearer. . .. . :-"v, .' "Can you give me any news of my friend Thrackles?" asked Darrow lightly. "Or the esteemed Pula? Or the scholarly and urbane Robinson of Ethiopian extraction?" "Dead," said the captain. "Ah. a' pity," said the other. ' He nut his hand to his forehead. "I had thought it probable." His. face twitched. "Dead? very good. . in fact--really er amusing." XT. ViAcran in InncrH ' miltn tr fltm, self. It was not a pleasant laugh to hear. Trendon caught and shook him by the shoulder. "Dron It." he said. Darrow seemed not to hear hlrn Dcad. all dead!" he repeated "And I've outlasted 'em! - God damn 'em, I've outlasted em!" ,And his mirth broke forth In a strangely shnckfnff snasm Trendon lifted a hand and struck him an nowerfullv between the shoul der blades that he all but plunged forwurrt on hla face. - x"Qult it!" he ordered again. ."Get hold of vourself!" Darrow turned and sxlpped - him The surgeon winced with the pain of his strasD. ? I can't," '.gasped tne ma roon. between naroxylsms. "I've been living in hell. A black, shaking, shivering hell,, for God knows, how long. . , , . v nat . aa you , anow r Have vou ever been burled alive? And again the agony of laughter shook him. - - "This, then," muttered the doctor, nd the hypodermic needle shot hnm A , i . ' ? . - l l Tiitrln'ir t'h rpfiirn Tiftrro lav like a log in the bottom of the gig. The .opiate, had,, done Its workw Con sciousness was mercifully dead with in him. '' - ' . XTO BE CONTINUED). items alonsr. after mv arrival in t: morning. Tom Hushes arrari -1 things .for us so we met that nlgM in Allegheny City, in the ring. The smashing- that I eave Herald in the two rounds made him eaav for Joe L'annon la.ter on, and Joe's defeat or iieraid was the reason why Lannon was matched to fnrht Jake Kilreln In a hotel In Watertown, Mass., the fol lowing March. Jake put Lannon out In 11 rounds and this victory made a lot of rainbow hasers think Jake was to be my master. But all the guess ing went wrong. . . , TIP3 TO THE AUTHOR OF THIS ' DOUBLE CROSS." " Phlla. Jack O'Brien is write a play called the "Double and he's going to show all the things that make the preliminaries in a Cak ed light. That's what Jack says, and therefore, It may not be true. But he ought to be able to get all the actors ii ine ngnt places in a play of that kind, for he knows, if anvKn.iv ,iu - He might engage that celebrated actor, Jim Corbett, for the star par. with Kid McCoy as the faithful frieM -and Joe Gans as the floubrerte, an some of the promoters for heavy vll- hllna 1- i t a .mm . . - iiiB. nimseii wm snine fcest taking the money at the door, for he don't 'Play unless Ihe hitches up with the mazooma. 5 For a wind-un to ttiA .a is. fakers and sret-rleh-outc.vr flaHtn might be dumped into a tank and It woum sure be pepular If the drink Is mafle aplenty wet and deen. Rirt va advise the victim of the douhia roa to keep quiet for awhile and give the - sporting pudikj a chance : to forget 1 some things. He's matte a long meal ticket out of tJ e easy marks that have seen rainn" for loaded dice and he eught to let It go at that for the pres. em. u -tfrien must be suffering from the heat of he thinks he ran get any more big wads without earning them. Hla est play Is to nail what he has, and not go wasting It trying to tage a fake. The eports are hep to the shady Bide of the boxing game and he can't sret them to stand and deliver any more unless ne cmoroiowri thm. and that Isn't so easy as he is doping It out to himself. "POOR FITZ TvRIED FOR A THIRD ( TERM, SAID ROOSEVELT. I made a jumn from Louisiana to Utah a few weeks ago and part, of the trip was made brisk by three million aires who damned Roosevelt by the hour. They threw the Iron into Teddv gay and hearty, all right, because he'd been putting the heavy foot on some of their graft. I got lugged , Into the conversation " because the Presi dent is a friend of mine and I didn't think these millionaire, guys ihad Wan sized right. . "You sports outrht to sret out and live with the real people awhile and find out what they are thiniHug about," says I to the hot coal and iron barons. "The man with the dinnee pall knows you people have toeen , throwing It Into titan from every point hurrah if every resident f Wall Street has to sell his devil, wagon and bathe In water instead oi champagne for awhile. In fact he likes to see you people squirm, and when you say Ted dy Is guilty, he says Teddj is the man for rim." You've got to get nearer the com mon jeople than you do .ojking at them out of parlor car windows, to know what's happening in this coun try," says I, "and until you get next to them you're sure goir t to be In the wrong, and bad. ' There's got to be a naw deal and Roosevelt is wise to what's got to be, and he's got a few- laps ahead c-f you folks." "You don't think Roosevelt will run again do you?" one of the barons asked me. "The answer to that Is .what Teddy said to the editor of a paper in Indian apolis when he got the returns from the Fitz-Jeff fight, 'Poor Fltz, hevtrijed f r a third . term." JOHNS'S IDEA OF WHAT'S JfiHE MATTER WITH US. The trouble V'th the whole coun try is that about everybody that has look-in to corner some money Wtant's to pinch all there is outside the mill. All klnds'of business have gone crooked. There's crooked fight ing,, crocked booze and all kinds of crooked stuff put up for the public to eat and get the stomacna shi. The fellows that run the stock market have out their own gome so far on the blink that since Lawson peached thev may have to get down to plain porch-climbing to pull off it lU.'og Take the booze business as a sam ple of how the little man gets shopk down. Twenty-five years ago you never heard of anybody getting sent to the crazy house from drinking. . Nowadays its a comitron thing to neapc of somebody going off hie nut for. fair because he can't stand the stuff. Ifs because they take a tew cents worwr of carbolic acid and red pepper, shake it up in 50 gallons of mln water anR call it a. barrel of whiskey. Can you beat that game? , The boxers have got into tne wtr with the rest of Ahe business men, ami the 'Jails are not getting "all that ought to be coming to them. -I'm not doing any p reaming, out a win aive this tip, that unless we take the wlft flop to the old way cf doing things you might as weu try to pre serve snow-balls in the -warm place, as to expect the small man to smile and look pretty while he's (taking the packages that are teing manaea v him. SOME STRONG PRAISE FOR AM-' ERICAN FIREMEN. ' vl was walking down Broadway, New York, one night with Colonel Blake, the West; Point er' who- was at r the head of a part of the-Irfeh Brigade in the Boer war, when a lot of fire trucks came along on the Jump , Blake grab bed me over to the edge of the side- , walk to see the procession dash by. "These firemen In New York. Bos ton and some other large cities,"- says Blake, "catch my eye every time. I've seen artillery go Into action over in South Africa, whero there are some of the best Ihorse handlers In the world, but the American .firemen do go to a fire in a way that Just stirs my blood." , . I consider that one of the best com pliments that has ever been paid to , our American firemen, and they ought to know it: Colonel Blake was a Texan he was at West Point and In the regu- i lar cavalry, and he's seen some In-iJ dians and Boers Tide for their ever- lasting lives. lei ne put vui iirnuru up wltmthe best of f them. I was glad to hear this compliment from such a noted lighter as Blake, and the reason Dm. writing it is for the firemen to read it and throw out, their chests a little. Colonel Blake was no hot air merchant, and what ho said , struck me as a very remarkable con- ' elusion for him to arrive at, knowing , all the rough riding he had done In the Indian and Boer wars. While the Americant firemen -get suoh testl- 'Am fhA tthnA.' t nAvlmm tVjwvi 1 to pasrte them up where they can see them once in awnu. . , , Yours truly. . J JOHN L. SULLIVAN. " . Malaria Cause Lout of Appetite. The Old Standard GROVE'S TASTELESS I'HII.T. TDl. ir rtrlvri out malaria end builds up the sys tem. For grown .people and cnU dren 80c, - - 1 , . (af. ' H ' 1
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Standardized title groups preceding, succeeding, and alternate titles together.
Sept. 15, 1907, edition 1
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