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VOLUME XIX.
FRANKLIN. N. C. WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 1904.
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THE SHEAF OF
He aaw the ripe wheat waiting.
All golden In the inn,
And strong and stalwart reaper
Went by biiu, one by one,
"Oh, could I reap In harvest l".
Hit heart made bitter cry;
"I oan do nothing, uothiug,
So weak, alas! am L"
At ere, a fainting traveler -
Sauk dowu betide his door
A oup of onol, sweet water
To quench bl thirst he bore.
And when, refresh'd and strengthened,
The traveler went bis way;
Upon the poor man's threshold
A goldeu wheat sheaf lay.
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FRONTIER LIFE.
H 1 1
Seven years since, when I was quite
a young man and gray (g now silver
ing my hair t had occasion to visit the
far West In government employ, wltt
a party of surveyors. The nature of
our errand, our numbers, and the elab
1 orate preparations wa had made
against any hostile demonstrations, lu
sured uk from any molestation, save
In a few rare instances; yet in that
wild country it was impossible that we
- should remain long without witness
i Ing many scenes not familiar In law
abiding and cultivated district. To te
sure, we were not beyond the pale of
law that Is, there were certain officers,
widely scattered, who accaslonalty shot
down some drunken desperado, if bis
friends were not too numerous; but
beyond such heroic acta they seldom
- exercised the powers they were sup
posed to possess. Generally, each sep
arate community had a recognized
leader, some man more muscular and
, reckless than his fellows, and who by
- Virtue of his qualities had a certain
number of followers, who were ready
to see that his will was -the ruling
power in that vicinity. Of course, such
, men were the real law-makers, and
. they were very seldom opposed or mo
lested.' ' Such a one was Jack Dunlaw. Jack's
headquarters were at the station on
the Overland Mall route, where W3
chanced to be located for a few weeks,
while surveying in that vicinity, and
we had a good opportunity to witness
a most interesting incident In his ex
perience, which transpired while we
were there. . In appearance he was for
midable enough, as we saw him on
the morning after our arrival. Fully
six feet six Inches in height, with long
arms and legs, slightly stooping, with
a ponderous frame, Immense masses
of hair, and beard, clothing In keeping
with his general appearance, and neith
er over-cleanly nor attractive, a bowle
knife and revolver thrust into his belt
as he walked about the station, Jack
was certainly the man to intimidate
any person of moderate nerves.
For many years he had been recog
nised as the leading spirit In that vl
: clnity, and from that position he had
-grown independent of all restraint
save his own will. He had a chosen
band of followers, who were ready to
support him In any villainous under
taking. We were not long kept In
waiting before some of his peculiarities
were brought to our notice.
The keeper of the station, Frank
Russell, was a medium-sized man, some
forty years of age, who had recently
- some to the place, bringing with him
a family, consisting of one daughter,
his wife, and a young man who had
been in his employ several years, and
who was said to be the accepted lover
of the daughter Cora. Stephen Ran
ney was his name, a very quiet, gen-tlemanly-appeartng
young man, some
Ave feet nine inches high, and weigh
'.' ing at a moderate estimate, a hundred
" end fifty pounds. He seldom spoke un-
- less addressed, when his words were
bVief and to the point. ,
un tne morning lonowing our ar
rival, while the chief engineer of our
, corps was preparing the work for the
day, the remainder of the party, after
examining their instruments and put-
ting everything in readiness for ser
vice, disposed ourselves about the sta
tlon to smoke and wait for orders.
While wreathing ourselves in vapor,
tn1 Innffln. far . iav nr. tvn nf mar
I In strode Jack Dunlaw, and demanded
I a dram or whiskey. The barkeeper
ft produced the beverage, and Jack,
It who was already more than excited by
J I the potations of vile liquor which he
1 ' had swallowed, turned it down with a
J gurgle. Just as ha lowered the tin cup
which served Instead of a tumbler,
! Cora Russell entered the room, look
ing for her father.
"Here, gal, give us a kiss!" Jack ex
claimed, as he caught sight of her.
Alarmed at his brutal manner, the
' girl turned to leave the room, but be
fore sha could do so the bully had
' caught and kissed her repeatedly, with
bis liquor-fumed and tobacco-stained
.' Aa she broke from his grasp and as
caped at length, he turned to the bar
again, and with some beastly remarks,
' threw, down a coin and sauntered out,
those of his admirers present laughing
heartily at he left the place..
As the scene progressed I sprang
from my seat and took a step toward
, the ruffian, but a surveyor pulled me
back, and with a diffidence and cow
ardice of which I aver since have been
ashamed, I did not make a second
movement ' 1 v . .
I saw the father turn slightly pale,
but he made no protest, only following
' his daughter from the room, and re
turning several minutes afterwards as
calm as ever. - ,. . .
No one seemed to resent this fearful
insult, which, perhaps, nowhere else In
the civilized world would have ' been
permitted to go unpunished; and in a
day or two we almost ceased to think
of It, as other brutal acts on the part
of Dunlaw came under our notice.
. The third day after the above lnci-
uemi iws puacv wv wvrq on auiy,. ll
had threatened' rain during the morn
ing, and the day proved dark . and
cloudy. Shortly after noon one of our
party, anxious to see some specimens
.of the famed rifle shooting of the west,
took from his baggage a finely mount
ed powder flask, which he offered as a
prize to the best shot .
There were half-a-dozen volunteers,
and the details were speedily arranged.
Three shots each were to be allowed,
at one hundred and fifty pares, and th
man whose shots made the shortest
string, measuring from the centre of
RICHEST GRAIN.
When came the ?.ord of harv -
I cried! "O Master kiudl
One sheaf have I to offer, , .
And that I did not bind:
I gave a cup of wuter .
To one nthlrst, and ho
Left at my door lu going
The sheaf J offer thee.
Tlmn snld the ford of harvest, -"Well
pleased with this am J; ,.'
One of iny angels left it - .
nun tnee ns oe passeo ny. .
Thou roayest not Join tlio reapers
Upon too harvest plain, .
But whosu helps a brother, -
Uluds sheaves of richest grain."
' American Cultivator.
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the bull's eye,' was to receive the flask.
Jack Dunlaw and Stephen Ranney
Wire among the contestants. I had
been quite curious to see how these
two persons would meet but I noticed
no change in the young man's deport
ment ' He spoke but little, and when
tbo list was arranged for the prece
dence, voluntarily took the last place,
then folding his arms and leaning
against the doorway, he carefully
watched the trial.
Jack, was one of the first to try his
skill, and when three shots ha been
fired, it was found that one of his bul
lets had struck within an inch of the
centre, while the other two were not
more than half an Inch further re
moved. ; . , .
Four Inches! the surveyor announced
'after carefully measuring the several
shots.
"Yeas," growled Jack, throwing him
self upon a bench; "I'll wait here till
you beat that some on yor, and when
yer dew yer kin take that thor little
powder box.""
The others fired in their several turns
and eur party was quite surprised to
find the shooting no more accurate. In
deed we began to look with disgust up
on the wonderful stories of romantic
writers. .
AU had fired at lost save Stephen
Ranney, and Jack had much the short
est string.
The young man took his place, and
raised his rifle, which was considerably
shorter than any of the others.
"Look here, youngster," growled
Jack, with a wink to his admirers.
"You better have a pop-gun; that
wouldn't hurt' anybody, and you'd be
just as likely tew hit the mark as ye
will with that boy's plaything."
Stephen made no reply, but placing
his weapon In rest, bowed his cheek to
the breech, and the next moment the
sharp report rang out
"In the edge of the bull's-eye, half an
inch from the centre!" shouted tho
marker. "The best shot yet."
"It's an accident! He can't hit the
board next time!" cried Jack.
I saw from bis manner that he was
getting excited and angry. But Steph
en reloaded his weapon in the most un
concerned manner Imaginable. As he
was about to fire. Jack walked toward
the target to mark the effect of the
shot.
It was given as promptly as the first,
and to the surprise of every one. It
struck almost exactly In the centre of
the bull's-eye. But without waiting to
hear' the result, Stephen turned to re
load his piece.
With a stride like that of an enraged
elephant Jack Dunlaw moved up to
the side of his successful competitor.
"Don't ye dar do that ag'ln!" he hiss
ed between his shut Jaws. "If ye do,
'twill be a hard day for yer. Now mark
what I tell yer! I ain't goln' to fool
around no upstart like you. Ye've made
a lucky hit twice; now let that end It"
The young man made no answer; but
I saw his cheek become a shade paler,
and his hand a trifle less steady as he
rammed home the bullet Then, with
lips tightly compressed, and eyes fixed
upon the target, he dropped upon one
knee and leveled his rifle.
"Now don't yer make another mis
take!" was Jack's last admonition, ac
companied by a shake 'of the fist so
close to the man's face that I began
to feel like grasping the bully and
dragging him from the scene.
The third shot 'sped as the others
had done, and then the young man
sprang to his feet, dropping his rifle to
the ground in a manner which showed
that patience had nearly ceased to be
his ruling virtue. Still, I could not an
ticipate the scenes which were to fol
low. The last bullet hid struck just out
side the bull's eye, and after carefully
measuring the three, Tom Tarbox, he
who had offered the prize, and kept the
measurements, stepped up, among the
crowd now gathered and said,
"Mr. Ranney has made the best rec
ord, his three shots measuring but two
Inches, so I give to him the flask ac
cording to agreement" ?
He reached forth the prize aa he
spoke, but before the young man could
take It, Jack snatched it from the sur
veyor's hand, and put it la his pocket
No one anticipated such a movement,
and. It was some time before Tarbox
recovered his selfpossesslon so as to
speak.' ' .. ;
','The flask belongs to Mr. Ranney,"
he said. "Please let him have it"
"The flask belongs to me," retorted
Jack. "His shootln' war all accidental.
He only happened to hit whar he did.
But then, he can have the flask If .he
can git i;, or you either." '
Tarbox bit his Hp, and looked to the
other members of the party, undecided
how to act Seeing his Irresolution,
Ranney stepped forward and said,
"Don't trouble yourself, Mr. Tarbox.
The flask is mine, and I will see to
getting it" - -j " -''v.
"You will, ehf" snarled the bully.
"Git away from me out of arm's
reach or I'll smash you like a roast
tater!" ';- '
Thus speaking, the giant swung his
fists about but the young man did
not move. Instead he received a blow
upon the head which knocked away his
hat, and seemed to change his .whole
nature to that -of a young Hon. With
a strength and agility wholly unlooked
for, he dealt the giant a fearful blow
full upon the nose, which threw him to
the ground, and deluged the Uncome
ly face and Jard with torrents of
blood. There was a momentary strug
gle upon the ground after the bully fell,
and then Stephen stepped bark a pace
or two.
In a moment the ruffian was upon his)
feet again, and with a fearful curse he
placed his hand where he expected to
find a revolver. - But It was gone.
Then he sought for-his knife, but that,
too, was missing. The young man had
taken the precaution of removing
them, bo that now they stood upon
equal ground. But what a contrast!
Nine Inches in height the bully towered
above his antagonist while in actual
woight he was nearly twice his equal.
There was no parley nor hesitation.
Finding lilmselt weaponless. Jack
rushed for the young man, and would
have crushed him in a deadly grasp;
but the young man did not watt for the
process. : A quick, fierce blow, falling
just where the other had fallen, stag
gered the rascal, and before he could
see what had become of the man be
supposed already in his grasp, a tre
mendous crack in the ear brought him
again to the ground. Again he scram
bled to his feet and again he was
knocked down, by a single reverberat
ing blow. The fourth time he arose
but before be could wipe the blood
from hlB eyes sufficiently to distinguish
his antagonist the bard earth again
became bis bed. .. -"'' .'-y -V
This time he did not rise immediate
ly. It was patent to every one before
this stage of the encounter that he was
over-matched for once, and at last
that fact seemed to become "clear, to
his own mind. Drawing the flask from
his pocket, he cast it upon the ground,
muttering savagely, .'-"'
"There's yer old flask! Take it "
yer want It so bad!"
, Stephen stepped to the spot where
the coveted prize lay and picked It up,
placing it beside his rlflo. Then turn
ing again to the discomfited bully
who had now risen to his feet he thus
addressed him,-
"Jack Dunlaw, I am not done With
you yet A few days ago you brutally
insulted Cora Russell.. I could have
shot you dead, and I should have done
It if I had not pitied you. Now you can
take your choice go, and on - your
knees ask pardon, and then quit this
place forever, or die where you stand!
This quarrel Is not of my seeking, and
now you have begun It! take your
choice. I give you three minutes to de
cide." A half dozen watches were produced,
and the attention of our party was di
vided between their slowly moving
hands and tbo excited group before us.
At first it seemed as though Jack de
sired to renew the fight He looked
around upon those who had been his
confederates, but their sympathy- had
gone, and it was apparent that Stephen
Ranney had in a moment become the
hero of the occasion. Jack's eyes, too.
were nearly closed from the energetic
blows he had received, and his courage,
If any ho had ever possessed, seemed
to have gone entirely, v
A nod, a watch closed and returned
to the pocket of Its owner, announced
the expiration of the time. Not a
change of muscle or expression passed
over Stephen's features as be remark
ed, "The timo Is up, Jack Dunlaw; -will
you live or die?"
Jack looked around once more and
plainly atked,
"What do you say, boys?"
"Do as he tells yer," replied one who
had been Jack's most devoted support
er in times past
The last hope seemed to leave the
contemptible giant In a voice weak
and wavering, he said,
'Til leave; that orter satisfy ye."
"You will do what I said, or"
The sentence remained unspoken.
Jack Dunlaw bowed his head, and
walked meekly away to make the re
quired apology. I did not follow,
though many did. Five minutes later
f, saw him, the blood washed" from bis
face, walking slowly away Into the
forest. We did not see him again, nor
did he return to that station to my
knowledge..... -'-
The favor which Jack lost was trans
ferred to Stephen, and a fine village,
which has since grown up here, bears
today the stamp of his quiet energy
and courage. Waverley Magazine.
QUAINT AND CURIOU8.
The oldest graduates of Yale and
Harvard are ministers.
A Japanese bride gives her wedding
presents to her parents as a slight rec
ompense for the trouble they have tak
en In bringing her up.
The power of an engine In India Is
sometimes given In elephant instead of
horse-power, an elephant-power being
equal to twenty-two horse-power.
Some enthusiastic Dundee (Scotland)
anglers are about to convert a morass
near the town into an artificial loch
thirty-five acres In extent so as to
have Loch Leven trout near at borne.
An investigation of the Obi and Yen
esei rivers, made under the auspices
of the Russian, government, has re
vealed the fact that these streams are
navigable by ocean steamers for a dis
tance of one thousand miles from their
mouths. ' ' '
A Chelsea (England) hospital Is
mourning the loss of a bequest of $6000
through a legal Informality. The testa
tor signed his. will in his bedroom,
and the witnesses thoughtlessly carried
It into another room before signing It,
thus making the document Invalid. "
; The most literary monarch In Europe
is, without: doubt, the young Victor
Emmanuel of Italy. . He knows Eng
lish, French and German e well as
his native language and has oven a
reading acquaintance with that -very
difficult language, Russian. He spends
as least three hours every day in his
study busy with current literature of
very Wnj, '.. .-;.. ', ity ;.
' At a place called the Pines on the
Saco river, a dog has taken the place
of the father of a fox family. The old
fox was killed last fall, leaving a widow
and four little foxes, and lately a span
iel dog, owned by '.Henry Cove, has
scraped acquaintance with Mamma Fox
and her young ones .and may be seen
dally frolicking with them. It la to lie
Observed, however, that the foxes al
ways keep between the dog and their
hole. : 1 .. '".v
The Brut Japanese newspaper wai
published in K2.
WANT BUSIED TREASUBE
BANDITS' BOOTY HIDDEN IN CA
HUQENA PASS.
Story of a' Herder Who 8aw ' Three
:, . Men Conceal Cold ., and Jewels.
Misfortune or Desth Has Been the
t Let of All Who Have Held or
Searched for the Prist.
A local attorney departed for San
Francisco, says - the Los Angeles
Times ,to further the search for the
alleged burled fortune In the foothills.
If bis arrangements come to a success
ful issue, every foct of the Cahuenga
pass will have a thorough Inspection,
by treasure seekers. -r :
Away back In 18CS Alonso Otero was
a herder on a dairy ranch In the neigh
borhood of Llvermore Pass, near 8an
Francisco. On day while Otero was'
pasturing his herd In one of the can
one and was himself lazily reclining
under, the shade cf a thick growing
clump of low trees, he saw a party of
three men ride up and stop at several
points and carefully gaze around, ap
parently trying to ascertain It they
were observed by any one. : '
i The herdsman had no relish for
meeting these three rough looking
strangers alone, and as they were dis
mounting he concealed himself still
more securely In the thick growth and
watched their proceedings,
'i Evidently satisfied that they : were
unobserved, the men proceeded to a
small grove, and removing some pack
ages from their saddles, dug a hole In'
the earth and burled the bundles.
Then they - made Several marks on
nearby trees, and returning built a
fire , on the newly upturned earth,
cooked their dinners, ate and remount
ed their horses aqd soon disappeared
from the canon.
Otero remained concealed for sev
eral hours, but finally he ventured,
over to the recent camp and made a
ca'reful Inspection. He drove bis herd
home early, and that night returned
and unearthed the packages he had
seen burled.
Report has It that the man found In
the cache one package of American
gold coin and two others containing
watches and fine jewelery, among
them seme good sized diamonds
Otero scarcely knew whether to an
nounce his great find or not; but he
finally burled It again in another sec
tion of the canon.
Within a few days the people all
about San Francisco were talking
about the daring robbery which had
taken place In one of the jewelry
stores of that city. Masked and
armed men had seized about $20,000
worth of jewelry and about $3000 In
goltLcoln. A large reward was offered
for their rapture.
. The herder was so frightened at the
position in which he found himself
that he decided the best thing ho
could do was to leave the country, so
he announced to his employer that he
had decided to return to his old borne
In Mexico. He was a great favorite
with bis employer ,and the latter In
sisted that be remain at least several
months longer. This Otero consented
to do, and by the time he departed for
the South the Incident of the big rob
bery bad beccne an eld story.
When Otero departed from the
dairy ranch his mule carried In Its
pack the treasure from the canon, and
eventually the herder arrived at Los
Angeles. While eamped In the Ca
huenga Pass the man decided It was
safer to cache the treasure again, and
he did so, placing It under a fresno
tree. "One package jewelry 30 feet
due west; the money 16 feet north of
the fresno tree." This Is the accurate
description given by those who think
they hold the key to the secret treas
ure, and which description they claim
to have had direct from the man who
buried it.
After Otero's arrival in Los Ange
les he stayed at the hacienda of Jesus
Martinez, whose home was on what Is
now Washington street About the
first thing Otero did In this city was
to attend a lively Spanish fandango,
where he overexerted himself, and the
next day he tell ill of pneumonia. He
remained 111 at the house of his friend
Martinez until May, 1867, and In grati
tude to his friend he told blm of the
burled treasure in the Cahuenga Pass
and agreed that as soon as he was
able the two should go to the pass and
divide .the stuff equally between them.
Martlnes hesitated about having
anything to do with the money, as he
shared the belief of many that such
fortune was under the baleful Influ
ence of the "evil e i," and that death
would rest Its band upon the holder
of the. riches; but desire fcr gold final
ly overcame his scruples.
Th very day following Otero was
taken with a relapse and he died be
fore a priest could reach htm to hear
his confession and give him the last
rites of the church.
.JM that Otero could say to Martlnes
in his exhausted condition in describ
ing the place' where the treasure was
burled was: "Near where the road
crosses the arroyo on the -north side
of the pass, under a fresno tree," and
giving the distances as related above.
After the burial of Qtero, Martlnes
again had qualms about the Influence
of th "evil eye" on such riches, but
be finally plucked up his courage, and
with Joe Correa, then a lad of 14
years, he ma4e a search. : Just before
that a fire had swept through th
pass, and Martlnes found his search
fruitless. He determined to continue
It however, but within a week he, too,
was a corpse,-having died suddenly
from heart disease. , - . , . .
Jo Correa 'was In possession of the
secret, but like the dead man, ha was
In fear of the death-dealing "evil eye"
and let the treasure alone. AVhe
grew to manhood, however, he made
several ineffectual atempts to locate
the cache, but without success, His
confidence In the herder's story never
faltered, and finally he planned td se
cure a lease on the land In th pass,
procure the largest subsoil plough ob
tainable and turn over every possible
bit of land, by which method he be
lieved he would turft ny he mlssirg
ftold. Like many of his neighbors,
Correa was not overdburdened with
Worldly goods, and when he was seri
ously hurt in a runaway be had to be
tnhen to the hncpl!nl, and there he
died. By this t itio tee fsorv of thi
bnrli (1 t!'f '1 I I I t
erty of many Spanish and Basque fam
ilies. And now comes a strange part of
this story. About two years ago a
Basque sheep herder,- named Jean Bap
tists Larlgo, suddenly gave up his
bis work, -came to the city, and after
making many purchases at the stores,
he Visited one of the banks and se
cured drafts on France. He then de
parted for his native land, saying he
had money enough.-' As h was leav
ing he told Intimate friends that he
had found money in the Cahuenga
Pass through the digging of his shep
herd dog. . j .,.-' ,.;
Just what has started the search for
the remainder of the fortune at the
present time does not appear, but the
fact remains that members of the
Basque and French colonies are cer
tain that : a proper and systematic
search will turn to light the remain
ing two packages, said to contain
$20,000 worth of Jewels and gold.
Laurent Etchepsre, who was the
proprietor of the Six Mlje He use, was
active In planning for a search just
l.eforo bis disth occurred.'
Throi'.ph the medium of Manuel Or
doqul, whose place of business is at
the . corner of Allso and : Alameda
streets, the services' of a man, 'noted
for bis ."treasure-searching powers"
have been secured and he Is new on
his way to Los Angles from Arizona..
Meanwhile, there are old men In the
local French and Basque colonies who
point back to the deaths which have
strewn the course of those who at
tempted the fortune-finding business,
and they shake their heads dubiously'
as they talk of plans that are -new
maturing.
MURDEROUS CATS. .
They Kill Thousands of Birds Every
' Year.
It Is with great pleasure thst I see
In different magazines and journals
how many people are trying to pro
tect the birds, especially the bluebirds
and wrens. These " two birds are
among our best beloved birds. Both
need man's assistance, especially so
the bluebirds. As the English spar
row pushes tarther and farther Into
the country, occupying all the former
nesting places of the bluebird, and as
old trees are cut down and orchards
are trimmed and pruned, It becomes
harder every year for bluebirds to
find nesting sites. The Jjlueblrd and
wren are characteristic of the Ameri
can home. Every effort to save them
from extinction -is most praiseworthy.
A great deal of the work of bird
lovers, game protectors, bird maga
zines, legislation, etc., is brought to
naught K the multitude of cats that
Bwarm in tl)e country. The other day
a neighbor of mine said a friend of
his In New York wanted to send him
a dozen quail for stocking purposes,
"I replied," continued by neighbor,
"that It was no use. At the next
house they have seven cats, the next
five, another two. another 20 odd and
so on." Here In the Hudson valley
In winter one sees more cat tracks
than anything else. Set a trap for
mink along the loneliest brook, or for
skunk In the farthest field, and you
are more likely to catch a cat. The
very people who would have you ar
rested for shooting a day out of sea
son, and who speak of hunting as
wanton slaughter, will rejoice in the
number of birds, squirrels, rabbits,
chipmunks, quail, etc., their cats kill.
It has been carefully estimated that
khe cats of New England alone kill
250,0015 birds a year. But recently1 a
neighbor came to me rejoicing In the
fact that their cat had just killed a
wren. Another neighbor brags of
their cat and how she brings In a rab
bit nearly every day. A cat that
could kill a hermit thrush should
have a medal and a pension. The la
dles of the Audubon societies 1 that
cry out against wearing feathers In
Jjats will keep a supply of cats that do
more damage than all the milliners
in the country. Every spring thou
sands of city famtliea go to the coun
try to spend the summer that at once
get a brood of kittens. All summer
they make delightful pets, being fed
on cream and caressed and kissed by
the children of the family. In the
fall these people return to the city,
turning their pets adrift without a
thought It is cruel to the cats
those that escape starvation live on
birds and game, bringing up broods
of wild cats the next year.
It is a rule here among the quail
hunters to shoot all cats on sight , If
all the hunters of the country would
take this up, great good no doubt
would result. Dead falls, of the com
mon V figure four" type, set under
hedges, etc, would exterminate many
cats. Poisoning Is dangerous and not
to be thought of. John Burroughs in
Outing.
Editing In Wyoming.,
Editing a newspaper Id a nice thing.
It we publish jokes people say wa are
rattle-brained. - If wo dont we - are
fossils. If we publish original matter
they say we don't give Iftem enough
selecions they say we are too lazy to
write. If we dont go to church wa
are heathens. If we do go we are
hypocrites. If we remain at the of
fice we ought to be out looking for
news Items. If we go out then wa are
not attending to business. Jf w wear
old clothes thy laugh' at us. If we
wear good clothes- they say wa have
a pulL Now, what ar wa to do?
just as likely as not some' one will
say 'that wa stole this from an ex
change. So we did. It's from the
Wyoming "Derrick." Dillon, Wyom
ing Doublejack. ..,:: .
By Telethon Across th Continent.
, iong distance telephone "connec
tion has at last been made from Chi
cago, 111., via Kansas City, Mo., Den
ver, Colo., Ogden, Utah, and Butte,
Mont, with Portland, Ore., and the
only thing now to prevent a man In
Boston, Mass.'. from .talking to a
friend on the Pacific coast Is th fact
that st present th electric current
will carry the human voice clearly
only aboi.'.t a thousand miles. Boston
Globe.
.: .
Prince Hohenlohe, who has bwi
touring In the Rocky mountains, Bayri
he is compelled to nclmlt that smh
si enrry dues not eslsflu Bny olln-r
1 it of V is world. "t '".
A SERMON FOR SUNDAY
AN ELOQUENT DISCOURSE ENTITLE
"IMITATORS OF COD." " :
th Rev. Dr. John Reld Answers the
Rutnswhat Marrow . Criticism That
' ChrltMaiiltT Is Narrow la IIS Spirit ana
Contracting la lis Kffert,
Brooklyn, N. Y. Dr. John Reid. pas
tor ol the Memorial Presbyterian Church,
preached an eloqusnt sermon Sunday
morning. His text was taken from Ephe
slans v:l: "Be therefore follower of
"Jod. si dear children." Dr. Reid saidt '
The Revised Version gives a better sna
stronger translation: "Be ye therefore imi
tators of Ood. ss beloved children." Imi
tators, ss children. Being children of God,
be vs imitators of God.
Truth is practically always achievement,
Superstructure, the keystone, a last stroke.
There are what the metaphysicians esll
"immediate Iruth." thst is, truth in con
nection with which our knowledge is intui
tive, and where it comes in as the direct
and undeniable testimony of the senses.
but as s general thing, acquired truth is
me rvptni. ui Hum uonr, ino isauc 01 a um
t!e whii'h has been won. In other words,
truth has to conquer before it can com
mand. But in conflict or warfare of what
soever Itinrl. riintriiiiie is ever a worse foe to
' meet than denial. And I suppose thst
what is frequently affirmed is probably
rrue; namely, that the Christian religion
has always suffered more from those who,
sometimes intentionally and sometimes un
intentionally, have perverted and miarep
rentented it, tlian it has ever suffered from
those who have even formally opposed it.
There, for instsnce, is the somewhat trite
criticism that Christianity as a scheme is
narrow in its spirit and contracting in its
effect; under it as a system men do not at
tain the highest nossible development, snd.
therefore, they cannot display the fairest
snd finest liber of human character: it de
veloper the pssslve and uninfluential, more
than the puissant and productive, clement
of our nature; it keeps its hand on life's
brake to check and hold in, rather than
on life's throttle valve to ooen and let co:
it is in face a lion, but in Heart a deer; the
thou sha It nota outnumber the thou shaits:
there is nn unmistakable flavor of pusil
lanimity, of cowardliness, oE spiritlessness,
which nothing every wholly removes from
many of its DrinciD.es snd professions ; re
pentance, humbleness, meekness, forgive
ness of injuries, relinquishment ot rights,
suhmisaion to what cannot be seen, accent'
a nee of what cannot be known these are
not among the heroic virtues. All this has
been felt and expressed, not only by the
siiDerhcisl and scntHng, hut by the respect
ful snd thoughtful. And certainly it is ail
forceful. If it were true, it might be even
fatal.
Yet from the beginning to end this whols
criticism that Christianity is narrow in its
spirit and contracting in its effects moves
on a misconception. Human life can never
be hound by a lifeless process. It is of ne
cessity linked to a living Person. And in
Christianity, it is the Almighty God who
is the standard. Men are everywhere ex
horted snd exnected to ascertain His will.
to keen His word, to lav hold of His
strength, to walk in His light, and so to
adorn His doctrine in all things. It is th
example of God that in published as the
pattern. It is the purity of God thst is
put forth as the test. It is the will of
f-'od that is prescribed as the low. It is
the love of God that is presented as the
motive power. It is the glory of God that
is pointed to aa the end. It is the appro
bation of God that is urged as the inspira
tion and the sweet reward. Likeness to
Godhood that is Christianity's ideal of
manhood; likeness; not simply a represen
tation, but a reproduction; an image; a
likeness which has its place, not in a one
ness or identity of attribute, but in a one
ness or community of life. In Him we live
and move and have our being, said Paul,
with all clearness and confidence. "For
me to live is Christ," said the same great
itnostle to the Gentiles. Literally, for to
me, that is, in my rase, in so far as I am
personally concerned, life is Christ. In my
view and understanding of the term, life is
but another name for Christ. Whatever
of life, or of time, or of talent, or of
strength I have, it is all Hia, "I livesyet
not I. but Christ livetli in me." That
man's great endeavor was, as near as pos
sible, to reproduce in hia life the life of
his Master.
So here his exhortation to all others:
"Be ye therefore imitators of God, as He
loved children." We have all known chil
dren who were so impressed with the char
acteristics of their fathers thst we could
never hear their form of expression or see
their modes of action without thinking of
those from whom their opinions and con
duct had received direction and form. We
say, chips of the eld block; the father
lives again in the son. Just so the true life
of the Christian ia, potentially at least,
simply a reproduction of the life of th
Christ.
"Imitators, as children of God." What
ever the sentiments we may entertain re
garding the claims of aristocracy or the
rights of democracy, ws all make much of
ancestry. The eon of a lord may become a
lord. The daughter of a queen is of the
blood royal. Kvery where men believe in
association. Family glory is a good intro
duction and a great help to any man who
can lawfully point to it as his. The valid
ity of that introduction is never Ques
tioned, the integrity of that help I never
rejected, except where the man himself
becomes personally deficient or person
ally degenerate. For doubtless everywhere,
when it comes to the purely practical side
of thiugs, "what ia he?" ia of far greater
importance than "whence did he come?"
A big fruit from a little tree is worth
more than a little fruit from a big tree,
when it is fruit that the market is de
manding. And what this intensely praeti
ral age demands is not so much ancestral
trees as palatable fruit.
I confess that sometimes I hav found it
hard to preserve the proprieties when I
have heard people boasting of ancestry. I
have sometimes wondered what th an
cestors would say if they suddenly saw th
progeny. Paternity is not always easily
recognisable in posterity. Neither in
things material nor in things moral does
past possession ever par for present pov
erty. There must be aom water in th
channel to make river out of it, and it is
always the present water volume ot the
stream that determines th real water
value of th rirer, , , L,. "
"Oh. East is East, and West is West, , , .
And never the twain shall meet.
Till Earth and Sky stand presmtly at
God's great judgment seat;
But there is neither Esst nor West,
' Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
- When two strong mtn stand lace to face,
Though they come from th ends of the
Earth,". -,; . .;4,:: ':...:..,,;, :,sy
These ire strong lines of Kipling; brsv
words, wise and true. When it comes to
the solemn strife and stress of life, "what"
weiehs more thsn ."whence." "Evervjnaa
in bis own saddle ' and "every tub on its
own bottom."
Nevertheless, all people are disposed to
recognise the possibility of high honor in
honorable descent. Hut admit this to b
true, and it carries its own serious claim
along with it. It was th observation of
on of th ancients thst the burdea of
government is increased to princes by the
virtues of their immediate predecessors.
Commenting on the saying. Dr. Samuel
Johnson, in on of his eassys, remarked it'
as always dangerous to be placed in a stats
of unavoidable comparison with excellence,
and thst the danger is always greater when
tit excellence is consecrated by death.
Privilege of ancestry means responsibility
of heirship. Duly and morally considered.
ft ean never be Tordthip. It is essentially
stewsrdahip. And "to whom much is
given, of him shsll much be required, is
the law universally here applied. That is
the principle underlying this whole mstter.
Children ef God. be imitstors of God. No
blesse nhlige. Nobilitv imposes the obli
gation of nobleness. "Be ye therefor im
itattire of God. as beloved children." .
Whence am 1? It is the old question by
which every man is confronted ss soon as
lie begins to draw lines of distinction be
fwcen himself and his surroundings. And
here, as everywhere, ho comment on the
v .-i-'-s nf Oncl bke the word of (ind. "in
I be b--'('''nii7'.d rnted thfb'ftvcn and
trip fn;:h.' Ui.it "tiK-nce sutlers u . s
n.'. ami H'!:" !!., m-mbl s rtfif- f t,
r . t , . 1 ' .' '
'as
has a Father In God. After that God had
spent much time snd tabor in fitting and
furnishing the globe to be an abode. He
said, "Let us make man in our image, af
ter our likeness." It is written, "So God
created man in His own image; formed
man of the dust of the ground and
breathed into his nostrils the breath of
life, and man became a living soul" th
masterpiece of divine ingenuity and pow
er, ia whom there is no nremnnitinn what
soever of any higher physical life.
them bay dominion over the fish nf th
s a, and over the fowl nf the air, and over
the cattle, and over all the earth, mid over
every creeping thing that ereeneth upon
the earth." Divinely authenticated on
heart and on brain, a being nf boundless
asDirations, separated in moral and spirit
ual nature, as by aa jmpasssbl gulf, from
all other animal orders, man is at the head
-rational, responsible, immortal.
How often we speak that word "immor
tal!" Man does not die " ...
"There is nn death. What seems " is
transition;
This life of mortsl breath
Is hut a suburb of the life elvsiaa,
Whose portal we -til death."
V Ths good which a man does lives for
ever. And the good msn lives in it. Au
gustine "in his confessions. Calvin in his
vindication. Watts and Wesley in th
psalms and hymns and spiritual lonis by
which Christendom's praises are still at
tuned. Robert Retires, the publisher, and
Henry Duncan, the divine the one still
gathers the children snd the other still
guards the treasures of the poor. Through
out sli Germany, amid their restless live
and the many temptations of their career,
hundreds of young journeymen mechanics,
who know not the name, still bless th
hand of Clemens Perthes, the learned pro
fessor of Bonn, because he laid the foun
dations of the homes which open to them
their hospitshle doors.' Yonder at Wei
mar, thst "Necropolis of the poets of
Germeny," and hard by the grave of
Goethe, who was the prince of them' all,
is ths resting place of one whose fame was
different indeed from theirs, but on whose
tomb the eoitsnh runs: "Under this lin
den tree, freed from sin through Jesus
Christ, lies John Falk. Let every Strang
child who visits this peaceful place dili
gently prav for him. And because b
eared for little children, receive him, 0
Lord, Thy child, unto Thyself."
"Gone forever! ever? No for since our
dying race began.
Ever, ever, nml for.over was the leading
light cf man."
How are we lo evi'ain this? What is
the philosophy of su-b power over the rav
ages of time? Vv dear "friends, s-e ought
to lake some things out nf the region of
sneculative or ecclesiastical doctrine, wheie
they seem sometimes to have been con
signed. We cannot contemplate immor
tality simply as a doctrine of the llible. or
a teaching of the church. It is more. It
i a vital power in the life. Given the
Fatherhood of God and the immortality of
msn is the demonstration of human life.
Do you seek the strongest and clearest
evidence of the existence of God? i'ou
take it with you wherever yon go. You
yourself are that evidence. "The argu
ment from design?" You hsve it in your
own body, tbe most wonderfully complete
of all known organisms. ''The argument
from being?" In the consciousness of
your own dependenceyu have a convic
tion not to be gainsHved of Him on whom
you depend. Created as he is in God's im
age, man is an epitome of all God's crea
tion. He is a duodecimo universe. Tbe
human soul is a mirror which reflects God.
It is true the imave is marred and ob
scured; there is but liitle of the intuitive
knowing; the traces of the inherent right
eousness sre very feeble: the flow of the
essential holiness is torpid and inert the
. image ia a broken one; the picture is a
moving picture, -the lines in it are not
straight; they are vibratTSsssssML the like
ness is there. To he a nunTrlo have
some perceptible trace in God.
My dear friends, however broken arid
marred the imsve mav be in any, Christ is
able to restore it in all. And that verily is
the whole aim of Christianity; to bring us
back to what God first intended ns to be.
Believers in Chrjst are in Him creoted
anew unto good works nnd have renewed
in themselves the whole man after Hie im
age of God in knowledge and righteousness
and true holiness.
God Dominates AH.
As the mountain of Fujiyama dominates
the landscape in Japan, as the temple hills
of Jerusalem commanded the scene fur all
around, so we believe God is to be exalted
in this vast community, so as to dominate
Hell. The sense nf God is not fading; it
is increasing. To Him we lift up our eyes
as unto the mountains. The church is to
nourish this consciousness of God, snd to
express it in lives n spiritual power. Oh,
then, how one comes to love the church
when once her real mission is seen. We
are set to invite the world to come to its
only true home. Wandering hearts, un
easy consciences, troubled souls, come to
the home of homes, in God's great lov
and blessed service. Let the gates open
wide, that the multitudes may press irto
the home of their hearts. Oh, church of
God, let your faith be Jorge aud bright,
that th world may come home. Erect no
false barriers that God would disown and
more and more become a hpme lo the chil
dren of men, through Jesus Christ, the Sa
viour. ' "'' Th Christian's answer.
This il the reply w Christians mako to
those who say thai religion ia mythical and
that it retreats into some secret place
where no mere intellectuality can -wholly
follow it. It surely is mystical in these in
timate experience of the soul, hut does it
not come forth again and move through
the activities of human life, out in th
open world a chastened, -beaotihed snd
Christ-lik spirit? This is our answer.
Conscious of sin and imperfections, this is
still our answer. God is our home. Slowly
w yield our stubborn natures to His con
stant pressure. His presence is our best
education. He is the great Juputiher -of
human life. Differ as we may m ourstrecds
and philosophies, this is th inns of relig
ion, this is tli product of fellowship with
Him. our Father, our God, our eternal ref
uge and home,
An Impressive Spoetswl.
When you stop to consider what Ui
church of God is, the spectacle of hun
dreds ol thousands, even millions, of soul
wending their way to th plaees of worship
throughout the land becomes impressive.
Why do they come? What is the perma
nent element in lif that maintains thia
vast interest? Changes occur among na
tions, institutions ris and fall, traditions
wax snd wane, Breeds are made and un
made, and yet men continue to worship.
. - y.w- i IrfSMt a Simple Ufw: '' U-;.'
! B content to lead a simple life where
God hss placed you. ' Be obedient; bear
your little daily crosses you need them,
and God gives them to you out of pure
mercy. Fsnelon. .i
. A FINK FLAVORING.
Orange rinds in their fresh stat
make a fine flavoring. A good extraot
la prepared by boiling rhc yellow rind
of a Mediterranean or a seedless Cali
fornia orange with-enough watr to
cover It and nough sugar to make a
thin syrup. Every particle of bitter
Inner whit skill of the rind should
be peeled off and only th juicy yellow
part used. This extract, thoufi it
does not keep Indefinitely, will lat aa
long a any mild syrup. Put iblr
tract into wide-mouthed bottles, leaf
ing In th peelings. , You may add
rrmh syrup and nuds trom urns to
time, as you wish. When cutting up
orangos'for the rjipper tablw. Vha rinds
may be laid alde and used far this
purpose. '
Good wishes for that Italian baby
are very sincere bwnuse everybody
respect the hlrh r.;r..ter of the r-.
r nt h of t t. 1 1 i f 1 ' i,
' y AUTOS. i
Chug,obiig, ohujr, chug; toot, toot, tootf
Ueur 'em sizs, see 'cui wliizz, watoh 'em
scoot. ' '
Hulf a thousand devil carts oomln'
down tho Pike, , '
Motors woi kin' overtime, horses on
striksv
Couiln' from the east an' south, oomln'
from tbei west.
Every fellow sure that he's In front of
all the rest;
Coiulii' from rlciieiieclady, Birmingham
and Butte.
Chug, chug, chug, chug; loot, toot, toot I,
Genrs and fprocktit s, tnnks and chains,
cylinders bikI brakes,
Rutoliets, piston, clutches, sprags, half
a hundred iMitkos;
Spurkern, plugs and steering posts, bat
teri, aud coil.,
Bearings, generators, gunrds, lubrica
ting oils;
Carburetors, solid tires, governors and
Jacks,
Cars that look like skeletons, ears that
look like hacks;
Some tliut glide ulong like ghosts, some
, that snort mid shoot "
Chug, uhugchiig, chug; toot, toot, toot 1
Tonneaus and' mufflers, hoods and
pumps, odometer aud lumps,
Foot throUlua.uliiH'tiors, goggles, masks,
and something for the cramps, ;
Transmitter and comlpusers, too, ex-
hnusts nnd I'liuostuls,
Long coats Hint cutne from dear Paree,
and putt-ut leutber lints.
And so tbey cuius to Uu Hit) Fair, this
band of nolo men;
The world hus never seen the like, nor
ever will ugiiin.
Now stand liable anil give 'em room to
bikk unu wnuz nuu scoot . ,
Chug, chug, chug, chug; toot, toot, toot I , i
St. Louis Republic. ; vj
' "ST FOR FUN
"Divorces are multiplying." "That's
odd. I- thought that their function .
was to divide." Town Topics.
Dowcton How did Hinkers, tha
rich architect, become so poor? N
ton He built a house for himself.
New York Weekly.
The Lady That Isn't tho sama
story you told me before. The Beg-
gar No, lady; you didn't believe the
other one. Philadelphia Telegraph.
"A woman," remarked the bachelor
boarder, "always reminds me cf an
egg." "The answer?" "You can never
tell her age by her looks." Chicago
News.
Little Willie Say, pa, what is a
man whoso wife Is dead? Pa A
widower, my son. Little Willie And
if he marries again he's a widowas,
isn't he, pa?
Artist This mermaid is my master
piece. Mrs. Gustily Dear me! Huw
did you ever get a model to pose tn
the water all that time, without mov
ing? Detroit. Free Press.
The Bridegroom You said you
were to-slvo me a grand present on
our wedding day. How about It? His
Father-in-Law Didn't I give you my
daughter? Philadelphia Bulletin. .
Hlclts Sussex seems to bo 'In a
highly prosperous condition, and yet
you told me be was only going on
from hand to mouth. Wicks That's
right. He's a dentist, you know.
Boston Transcript.
"Smlthers says he lights one cigar
from another now, ho smokes so
much." "I don't wonder, considering
the kind of cigars he sfflokes," '
"Why?'.' "Matches would cost more."
Modern Society.
"A man who is addicted to the to
bacco habit," remarked the morallser,
"will do onythiuK for a smoke."
"Yes." rejoined the demoralizer, "he
will even travel In a smoklngcaV
Chicago Daily News.
Tess What's the celebration at
Bess's house this evening? Jess She's
keeping her birthday. Tess Well, It
will be a great success if she only
keeps It as well as she keeps the data .
of her birth. Philadelphia Press.
Brown Green sent a dollar .to a
man who advertised a method Tor
beating the Blot machines. Smiths
Did he get the Infqrmatlon? Brown
Yesi he received a card on which wa
printed, "Keep your money in yow .
pocket."
'.'These hot , flashes through . my
head," remarked the pepperW, "ara
Blmply awful." "You have my sympa
thv "'mlnlned the salt cellar: "Lntnot
feeling very fresh myself." And
said the vinegar crutt, "have a sour
stomach, as usual. - t ;
"Did you tell my wife that'-. I had
made my will and left all my proper
ty to her?" asked the sick man. "1 4
did," replied the lawyer. "What did
the say?" Inquired the Invalid. "Oh,"
answered bis legal, advisor, "she
glanced In the mirror and asked It !
thought she would look well In black."
Question of Provincialism.
A senator ot Missouri tells of th
reply made by a Kansas City man,
who was vlBttlng New York -city; to a
man somewhat disposed to patronize
the westerner. Said the latter:
"We visited Missouri. , It's a fine
atate, nnd I like the people. There's
only one fault In the Inhabitants, an
that is they are too provincial."
At this the Missouri man became
very angry, v- ;.''. - -. '
"Let me tell you ohe thing!" ha
shouted. "Missourlnns msy be pro
vincial In some things, but In one. at
ieasC they're far less provincial than
are the people of New York."
"Indeed?" ouerled the New York
er, provoklngly. 'And In what re
spect pray?"
Tn this respect, sir," responded
the Missouri man. "No one In New
York knows much about Missouri;
but every one In Missouri knows all
about New York," Philadelphia Pub
lic Ledger.
- Willing. .
A young man was wheeling a hand
cart to deliver some goods st a lar? i
house cm the outskirts of Mailing. li
met a local magnate, who sail,
"Where are you going?"
Young Man: To the honso, sir.
Thf Magnate: Do you know who I
am? r
"Yes, sir."
"Then why don't you touch ynr )
t, me?"
"1 v ill. sir, if you win in!,,, i
t i cf n.y haii.i. i i "
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