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?????????? - - - ^ ' " " ISSUED SKMI-WKBELT. ====^=========??==?= l. k. grist's soHS. Pnbiiiher.. } % ^familg DtBsjapfq: 4?r th< promotion a\ the political, Social, Slgrieultural and ffommerrial interests of (hi |toplq. } t""no'ijco r r! moonm!**' established 1855^ YO RKVILLE, 8. O., FRIDAY, JU3STE 20, 1913. KTO. 49. STOR ::: JOAQUIN 1 FAMOUS Old Joaquin Murrieta's burled gold is growing restless in its hiding place. One of the herders ofBITejon Rancho came in pale and frightened the other night He had seen a ball of light flickering and dancing along the plateau of tne uanaenuos. tie stuu u floated along the road in front of him for a long time aa though to lead him somewhere. Finally, It stopped by the side of the road; he hurried past and went home as fast as he could. Being a Gringo from Cincinnati, he thought it was a ghost Any Mexican vaquero would have recognised the sign. Such a light burns over buried treasure?nowhere else. Had he followed the light it would probably have led him to the buried loot of old Joaquin Vasquex or some other one of the hundred bandits who infested the Tejon Pass and the Valley of the San Joaquin. And sir, they were bandits. Dick Turpln! Pough! A wretched piker! Dick Turpln and Claude Duval couldn't have got a Job carrying horses for Joaquin Murrieta. Don Joaquin was, without doubt the moat terrible, blood-thirsty and successful bandit who ever held up a stage. He was chief of a band that sometimes numbered nearly a hundred dare-devils, and the treasure that he collected must have been enormous. An examination into the events of his picturesque career would clearly Indicate that the stories of his buried Void are not mere vaquero myths. He must have left treasure In consider* able quantities cached somewhere in the vicinity of the Tejon ranch?very likely in the Tejon pass. Murrleta is described as a very ordinary-looking young Mexican at the time he began his depredations. He sometimes went by the name of Carillo and many suppose that to have been his real name. He came up from Mexico, where he was bom, at the time of the California gold excitement in 1849. With him came a beautiful young Spanish girl of a high-born family. Her name was Roseta Felix. She and Joaquin settled in Stanislaus county and had begun washing the gravel for told wnen tne trageuy occurred that turned Murrieta Into the crueleat outlaw the world haa known. At that time there were all manner of race dots through California as a result of the "antl-foreign" mining laws that had been passed. Dudng one of these riots, Murrieta and his bride were driven out of the gold diggings with Insult and Indignity. Shortly thereafter, Joaquin, while ddlng a ho>*? borrowed from his half brother, was arrested and whipped as a horse thief. With black murder in his heart, he "took the road" and no one knows how many Innocent lives were sacrificed to wipe out the wrong done this Mexican peon when lashed to a tree at Murphy's Digtins in Calveras county that day when they took him from the bor rowed Horse. On account of the injustice of the anti-foreign legislation, there were hundreds of young Mexicans ripe for Joaquin's picking and he soon collected a desperate band of cut-throats. Chief among them were Manuel Garcia, known as Three Fingered Jack on account of a mutilated hand which had been wounded in the Mexican war, Reyes Feliz, a brother of his bride, Claudio, Joaquin Valenzuela and Pedro Gonzales. Three Fingered Jack was a monster of vice and maniacal cruelty. He seemed to take a special delight in murdering Chinese. On one occasion, he rounded up six cmnamen on me roaa, tied their ques together and cut their throat* one at a time?laughing at the terrified yells of the living as the dying men struggled In their blood. In the gang were three women who sometimes lived In the border towns and charmed all by their quiet, demure manners; but who, at other times, wore men's clothes and who, armed to the teeth, rode with the robber bands. Joaquin evidently used them as spies to find out from the townspeople what treasure would be abroad on the * ' -* *" HI?1- /v# Kama nignways. very unciy, uiid ??. u>v~v was the lovely Roseta Fellz. On one occasion these three women saved Joaquin from capture and hanging. The band was operating In the vicinity of San Luis Obispo. A company of rangers had located Murrleta's camp and rushed the place at night. As the officers entered the tent by the front, the women set up a commotion, while Joaquin and two companions slashed their way out at the back with their bowie knives and escaped. For about four years, Murrleta's band ravaged Central California. They came as far south as Los Angeles county and went as far north as Stockton. Their main field of operations was through the San Joaquin Valley. The old timers tell me that the stage that ran from Los Angeles to Stockton was held up so many times In the vicinity of Bakersfleld that It became an ordinary and commonplace event. No road was safe and every traveler rode at the peril of his life. The solitary horseman rounding a clump of chaparral, was quite likely to hear the sing of a riata through the air and feel .the rope settling around his shoulders with a jerk that dragged him from the saddle. The band of robbers that worked for Murrleta were unique In that he riata was their chief weapon? the riata and the bowie knife. Many of Murrieta's victims were ujged from the saddle and had their mroats cut There was seldom any parley with the victims, nor any mercy shown. With Murrieta, It was not only a quest of treasure, but a merciless war of revenge against the Gringo. On one occasion, Murrietta and his men held up a schooner on the river near Stockton and, murdering this Y OF MURRIETA ::: BANDIT i . j crew, got away with $20,000. In the Arm discipline that he maintained over this gang of cut-throats, Joaquin was comparable to Robin Hood. Also like Robin Hood, all sorts of stories of his Impuden t daring and his whimsical kindnesses are told. some or the stories, in iact, are very like the legends of Sherwood Forest and the men In the Llncc-ln green. Ismael Ramirez, a local restaurateur of some fame, tells me that his father knew Joaquin Murrleta well. Ramirez, the elder, was an early-dt.y trader and had a little ranch near Monterey. Sometimes, In the night, a rap would come at the door and he would get up to admit the bandit with one or two companions. Ramirez was a splendid cook and Joaquin would station mounted sentries all about the house and up and down the road while he and his companions ate a midnight meal. Upon finishing their meal, Murrieta would filng down a handful of money on the table and slip away into the night. On one occasion, Ismael tells me that the coirs amounted to near $1,000. I know an old Spaniih gentleman near Salinas who had a somewhat similar experience with the great outlaw. One very cold, stormy night a bedraggled, weary traveler stopped at his ranch and asked for food. Little knowing' the suppliant was the notorious Joaquin Murrieta, my friend, the rancher, got up and pre] tared him a good meal. When the traveler left he said: "Sir, my name is Joaquin Murrieta. Tou have been very kind to me. Nothing that belongs to you or yours shall ever be molested on the road. If you ever need any help or the help of good herders let me know." As .they talked, the rancher told Joaquin that he had great trouble driving his sheep into San Jose to market. When he got his flocks Into the city, the sheep dived down the side streets and got lost "The next time you drive sheep, my men will be there to help," said Joaquin. My rancher friend tolc'i me that the next time he drove his sheep to market, every side street through the city was guarded by a silent vaquero on horseback. This incident, I was .told, was repeated not once but many times during -years that followed. Murrieta took all sorts of reckless chances. On one occasion one of his bandits was on trial In a San Jose court. Murrieta had, shortly before, waylaid and murdered a gentleman named Samuel Harrington. Taken Into court he pretended to be Harrington, gave false testimony and secured the acquittal of his pal. Another time, In Sacramento, a crowd stood looking at a poster which offered $5,000 for the capture of Murrieta. A Mexican pushed his way through the crowd and wrote on the bottom of the placard: "I will give $10,000 myself?Joaquin Murrieta;" jumped on a horse and escaped. As might be imagined, the horrors of Murrieta's crimes roused a great hue and cry throughout California. Hunted like wild animals, Murrieta and his followers selected a dark canyon near the mouth of Tejon Pass for their headquarters and divided Into three bands. The country was becoming too dangerous for him to continue his work In. Claudio had been killed In a desperate battle at San Luis Obispo. FeUz, Joaquin's brother-in-law, had been hanged In Los Angeles. Pedro Gonzales had been shot by an officer near Camulos to prevent his rescue from arrest by the bandits. The Tejon Indians, becoming enraged at some depredation that concerned them, had swooped down upon the bandits, stolen their horses and whipped some of the gang with lashes. Although he wreaked a horrible revenge against those who tried to capture him, he never made any attempt to punish these Indians who took even the clothes from .the gang. Gen. Bean of San Gabriel, who tried to organize a movement against Mur**<a+a tiFna wnvlo 1/1 nn tho rnflH flnil murdered. A campaign was started against the bandits In the town of Saw Mill Flat and Murrieta had the water poisoned. But finally. Murriata's Nemesis appeared. He was a T?.xas frontiersman, named Harry Love, who had come to Los Angeles to 'lve. He organized a company of rangers from among the daring horsemen of Los Angeles and went on a systematic hunt for outlaws. After various adventures and narrow escapes on both sides, the end came early one Sunday morning, July 25, 1853. Love and ,twc or three companions were riding ahead on the mounted rangers on the flats Just west of Tulare Lake in the San Joaquin valley. They came upon a small comoany of Mexicans eating break fast around a camp fire. Love asked them what they were doing and one of them replied that they were on their way to Los Angeles. He asked a further question of one of the peons; whereupon a Mexican on the other side of the fire spoke up haughtily, saying: "I am the leader of this band; say what you have to say to me." "I will speak to whomever I please," retorted Love. Noticing that the Mexican had risen and was sliding over toward a saddle that lay on the ground, Capt. Love covered him with a revolver and told him to stand still, for there were revolvers on the saddle. While they were standing there, a ranger who knew Murrleta by sight came up. The recognition was mutual. Joaquin suddenly yelled for his men to escape as best as they could. Leaping on a horse without saddle or bridle, Murrleta went headlong over a bank and down Into a ravine, landing in a tumbled heap at the bottom. Neither his horse or himself was hurt, however. Scrambling to their feet, they start ed off at a dead run down the canyon. One of the rangers had followed them. His horse had fallen also. Without attempting to remount, he took a careful aim and shot Murrleta's horse as it ran. The outlaw leaped from the falling horse and continued his retreat on foot. By this time, half a dozen rangers were following him. Three times as they fired, he was seen to hesitate and reel; then run on again. One last shot and he stopped. Turning, he raised his hand and said; "Don't shoot any more; the work Is done." He stood for a minute with weakening limbs; then he sank slowly to his right side, his head upon his arm. Wicked old Joaquin Murrleta was no more. Another pursuing party overtook and killed Three Fingered Jack. One of the bandits escaped and drowned himself In the San Joaquin river. Another was murdered by Mexicans who were afraid he might reveal to the authorities their connection with the band. Murrleta's head was cut off and, until the San Francisco earthquake, was on exhibition in a museum in San Francisco. For all that, many old timers contend that the outlaw escaped and is still living in Mexico; that! it was some other bandit killed by Love's men. My old friend near Salinas states that within the last five years he has had a message from Murletta in Mexico. At the time of his death, Don Joaquin was preparing his grandest coup. tie lnienaea 10 cuueui tui uia uuuijr, and march his men openly, like an army, Into Mexico. The old timers assert that he had his loot cached in the Tejon for this "get-a-way" and that it is still there. Ismael Ramirez says that he spent three months looking for the buried gold. One rainy night, he saw the mystic light flickering underneath an old oak tree back of the ruins of Ft. Tejon. He carefully noted the location, intending to dig at the Indicated spot the next morning. When he went there at dawn, however, he found that a rancher had also seen the light. Ramirez found an enormous hole and a great , iron kettle from which the rancher had taken $30,000 in gold. According to all reports the light has begun to dance and flicker again around the Tejon, ready to guide some one to the uneasy gold of the arch cut-throat and bandit, Joaquin Murrleta.?Los Angeles Times. U. 8. CHICKEN FARM Experimental fetation upenea in Maryland for Benefit of Farmers. The results of Uncle Sam's personal attention to the raising of chlcka will soon be had for the general information of chicken raisers throughout the country, says the Norfolk LedgerDespatch, for he has now in rood working order a farm near Beltsville, Md., about fifteen miles from Washington. This is part of an experimental station of the bureau of animal industry. This is particularly interesting to the many raisers of poultry on a small scale. Attention is not only being given to the raising of chickens on farms, small and large, but also to the possibilities of the small back yards, where chickens are kept in rather close confinement The station is in charge of Harry M. Lamon, Benior animal husbandman in the animal husbandry division. When the farm ,was opened, it contained a heavy forest of pine and oak. In the use of the axe to clean this forest, forethought was given to the needs of the chlckeis, so that the stumps were not all cleared away, leaving a breeding place for grubs and worms. There are about 250 birds on the farm and they are made up of white and barred Plymouth Rocks, Rhode Islund Reds, White Wyandottes, Single Comb White and BulT Leghorns and Buff Orpingtons. The testing out of these for table and egg production is considered by the experts sufficient to determine the availability of general chicken raising. To raising birds in a limited territory, information that means so much to .thousands of people throughout the United States, the most proper kind of food and the method of feeding. Careful and minute records are being kept to be given out in pamphlet form soon. Only the very best fowls are being kept, twenty-two pens of them, each containing from ten to twelve birds. This matter of breed has been written about many times in these columns, and, though Uncle Sam is not going into the breeding of fancy birds, it is noticeable that he is running his place with fine stock. In six pens are kept flocks of pullets in an effort to determine the cost of producing an egg. In one of these pens birds are kept u"ider conditions that obtain in city lotJ. There are no male birds in these pens, which brings us to the subject of Infertile eggs. Mr. Lamon has Issued already a circular on this subject, part of which was quoted In a recent article here, In which It was stated that 115,000,000 Is annually lost In this country, because of the blood ring In fertile eggs. In many cities the board of health will not allow a rooster to be kept, and consequently many young people who had chickens on the rear end of their lot gave up the Idea of attempting to raise chickens. The trouble has been that all people do not know that a rooster Is not necessary to the production of eggs. The Incubating work on the government farm Is done with several 100 and 200 incubators, the Idea being to give special attention to the small chicken raiser, and not the men who are running 1,000 chick machines. **? t omnn hoilovpa In tho incubator chick, declaring that he has found they have as much chance to thrive as the natural chicks. In his experiments, however, he has Riven attention to the eggs put into the Incubator, using only the best?a matter that Is not always closely followed by ordinary Incubator people. He has found, too, that In nearly all the Incubators used the thermometers were from one-half to two degrees off standard, and he has issued a warning that all thermometers be thoroughly tested. 4'T By photography with a vibrating lense an English scientist has timed a lighting flash at one-nineteenth of a second. ^iscfUatuous Heading. ALFALFA GROWING General Conditions 8ame in York County as Elsawharo. The accompanying article on th? subject of alfalfa growing has been sent to The Enquirer by Mr. EI C. Falls, of the Piedmont section of York county, aa likely to prove of interest to people who are now giving their attention to alfalfa. j There is difference of opinion among I alfalfa growers as to whether soil Inoccuiatlon is of any real value. Some growers Insist that lnocculatlon is absolutely necessary to success and others insist that it amounts to nothing. Mr. Falls does not desire to take any part in this controversy. Be does not pretend to know; but would recommend that alfalfa club members follow implicitly the direction of the government experts in charge. His main reason for submitting the accompanying article is that although it is by a Missouri writer and written in relation to the state of Missouri, it fits, according to the judgment he has formed as the result of three years' experience, the situation as he has found it in this locality. The article follows: Having resided in northwest Missouri (Worth county) for a great many years, and having recently moved to the south-central portion of the state, this article is based on actual experience and observation as to the adaptability of these sections of our state to the production of that wonderful plant known as "alfalfa." While an occasional field of alfalfa dots the above-named sections of the state, there are thousands of farmers who actually do not understand just what alfalfa is. In a vague way, they know that It is used as pasturage, for roughage, and is threshed for the seed, but that is about the limit of their knowledge of the plant and its various uses. Those farmers who have found by experience what a boon alfalfa is to them, either as a feed, rejuvenator of the soil, or as a commercial product, are high in their praises of it; yet, the majority of farmers are skeptical or careless in their attitude toward it, and are proving to be slow in testing its worth at first hand by sowing a trial field of it It is high time the farmers of this section investigate the merits of alfalfa, and then let it occupy its proper sphere in their farming operations. These two noints are nractlcallv the on y two drawbacks to the establishing and maintenance of highly productive alfalfa fields In central and northwest Missouri. Both are mere "bugaboos." In the first place, thousands of farmers annually sow clover seed, which is but very little costlier than alfalfa seed; tfhlle the preparation of the seedbed for clover ought to be Just as thorough as for alfalfa. This puts the cost of the two on practically the same basis, and considering that alfalfa produces more than the clover, and is considered by many as a superior soil builder, It is doubtful if alfalfa seeding is as costly as clover seeding. Many farmers actually have the idea that alfalfa cannot be grown on the lands common to this section?in fact, I may state that by far the majority of the farmers entertain this fallacious view of the matter. Here is where the writer may trample on many toes In his views?or rather, in presenting the actual experience of practical farmers. We would not go on record as claiming that all land in this section will produce a stand of alfalfa without "inoculation," but we do know ui uioco wiicic uiuiuai j laiiu nao uccu successfully seeded to alfalfa without an atom of "inoculated* soil being used In the seeding process, and we believe that the day Is not far distant, when our farmers will find that bv far the greater part of our lands are adapted to the growing of alfalfaprovided of course, that the soil Is properly prepared for the reception of seed by thorough working; that pure, vigorous seed is sown; and that care Is taken in letting the stand become well established. Several years ago, Mr. Wm. Campbell, of Worth county, Missouri, removed a crop of cowpeas from a field of ordinary soil; prepared a fine seedbed Just as he would for any other grain-seeding1, and sowed the land to alfalfa. The writer has passed the field scores of times, and knows that Mr. Campbell removes three or four crops from It annually; yet not a pound of "inoculated" soil was employed in establishing this Btand. Mr. Campbell has since seeded another field in practically the same manner, and it is coming on nicely. He advises seeding from August 15 to September 15. contending that spring seeding is apt to be smothered out by weeds. He further states that he uses manure freely, and that he considers it of material assistance in establishing the stand. This, and the work of the cowpea crop previous to seeding, may account for this dairy man's sucnctua with alfalfa Kut nfirtaln It la I that he never has resorted to "inoculation" of the soil in his achievements. In the same county, but another section of it, Mr. V. S. Hall has a fine field of alfalfa. When asked if he thought the soil had to be "inoculated." he said he didn't believe a word of it, adding that he simply prepared his seed-bed as he would for any other crop, seeding the 1st of May. This not only explodes the "inoculation" theory In these localities, but also proves that spring seeding, may, with proper care and attention, be successfully practiced. Mr. Hall did not even sow a preparatory crop of cowpeas, as did Mr. Campbell, but merely selected a field that had been In small grain the previous season. Still another and even more convincing case: Just outside the limits of Meta, Mo., there is a piece of alfalfa on valley land which I understand was seeded without any "Inoculation" of the soil previous to sowing. A short distance to the northwest of this piece Is another alfalfa field on up-land (perhaps a mile away). This field was not "Inoculated" at the time of seeding. Just outside the field is an old, abandoned road-way. Some of the alfalfa seed were scattered on this, and there is a rank growth springing up there. Now, as I am not offering these instances as proof absolute that "inoculation" of the soli is unnecessary in all soils, but they are offered ai incentives to our farmers in Investigating the matter most thoroughly. There is a wide range in the variety of soil elements in Worth county (northwest section) and Cole county (south-central section). One will find by studying the geological conditions of these two sections, that the first named Ib largely rolling prairie loam soil; while here In the Ozark border section the soil Is largely of red limestone clay. The width of range in soil elements certainly Is sufficient to set an army of farmers to thinking of the possibilities of alfalfa production In this and adjoining states?In fact, everywhere! WI8E8T FOOL IN CHRISTENDOM King Jams? I., Mads Famous by the Translation of Bible, Was Odd Combination. A pompous, wobbly man whose illflhn no/1 ahonlro txtav*** lianollir onnn da/1 ' In thickly quilted green trousers to ward off daggers; that Is the description history has left us of King James I., whom a French statesman, Sully, once characterised as "the wisest fool in Christendom." That swift Gallic summary sticks in the memory when almost everything else about King James grows dim and dusty. For, Indeed, one's whole impression of his reign is that it must have been a tiresome time. England, grown accustomed to the bold achievements of Elizabethan times, relapsed Into a dull brown frame of mind, a "dry as dust" time, to quote Carlyle, of which the king was a fit embodl- ; ment. In the first place?and it was a mighty disadvantage in those days?King James was a Scotchman, a member of -the race which had been stealing English cattle and cracking English crowns since shadowy times, ajid getting their own cattle stolen and their own pates thwacked In return. And he was not at all an Imposing or dignified figure. In spite of the fact that his mother was the beautiful and winsome Mary Queen of Scots, the king himself was a sad figure of a man. Goggle-eyed ho was, the men who knew him wrote, and his tongue was too large for his mouth, so that when he drank he invariably slobbered wine from the corners of his mouth. As a child he had suffered from rickets, ? ?.d even at 86, when he came to the throne of England, he walked in an Indeterminate way, making big wavery circles with his feet, and much preferring to have a courtier supporting either arm. Add to this that he had the mind of a pompous pedagogue, crammed with all manner of large words and information about theology and other high-brow subjects, and that he firmly believed that he was God's special deputy, sent down to earth to govern England to his own sweet will, and you can understand hAt? In tTrontv-flvo voun Via nnnlH Ha an Infinite lot to undermine the sturdy respect and loyalty Englishmen felt . for their sovereign and how he paved the way for his son, Charles, to the headsman's block. Hunting was one of the favorite re* cawitiuiis of-the king. All the way down from Scotland to England, where he was to be crowned, he hunted along the way and he let it be known that It annoyed him to have crowds gather to welcome him, because they scared away the game. And it is not hard to Imagine how rude the crowds must have been at this ungracious response to their enthusiasm. The king spent a considerable part of his life hunting, and the curious thing is that he never learned to ride a horse at that. More than once he was tumbled out of his saddle like a bundle of dirty clothes and had to be helped up again by courtiers whose lip muscles were under perfect control. Despite his many unherolc qualities, he was an amiable creature, was the king. But even his amiability led him Into fresh absurdities. He needs must have a favorite always, and the favor lte must always, be a good-looking young man with nice manners. Court memoirs tell how he used frequently to. embrace one of those favorites when some business called the young man away, weeping and slavering upon the beloved cheeks and begging him for Ood's sake to return anon." And yet the king could be pompous enough when he chose. He loved to discuss intellectual matters in an ex catheda manner, giving his opinions about poetry and essays in the manner of one imparting great truths to an eagerly waiting world. He had read a lot, too, and remembered most of what he read, and If one could write a metrically perfect poem about what a bearcat the king was, he was likely to knock down a shekel or two and maybe a pewter medal. In spite of the fact that he had a larger income than Elizabeth and that ne was scotcn, ana mererore snouiu have been saving, King James was perennially hard up. He quarreled with parliament, which he could not for the life of him regard as anything but a crowd of wranglesome, turbulent knaves who grudged their duty to their God-sent sovereign. And so he determined to get along as much of the time as possible without parliament. In order to raise money he farmed out various monopolies to the rich nobles, monopolies in wine, spices and many other things i :en more necessary to life. The king, who did not smoke himself, regarded the use of tobacco as one of the seven deadly sins, and was continually Inveighing against it as a tough, debauching habit. He did, however, get drunk upon occasions, and Carlyle mentions the fact that when the king of Denmark visited him one day they put on a bout worthy of the old Norse sea kings; that Faith, Hope, Truth and Charity, ladies of the court in masauerade. iolned in the Jamboree and everybody made the welkin ring, as the saying is. Undoubtedly King James's worst bequest to his son Charles, who succeeded him on the throne, was the notion that kings ruled by divine right, Instead of by the consent of the people whom they governed. Charles took this seriously?and we all know what happened to Charles. It was during James's reign that Guy Fawkes's gunpowder plot broke loose?the king frequently tipped it off to his courtiers on the quiet that he was the sly dog who first got on1 ?and, though of course, the plot fell through, Instead of the members of parliament, the way Guy had planned. It may reasonably be believed that it shortened the king's life. His green quilted clothes were protection enough against stilettos, but the problem of bombproof underwear, was too much for the poor monarch, and he worried himself Into his grave in 1625.?Kansas City Star. SPY DIED FROM TERROR Fear of Boing 8hot With Rifle Hold in Hands of Daad Man Cauaad Tyler's Death. A spy has to take many risks, and If he Is caught at the game during war time, his career as a rule is then and there closed, promptly, and In most cases in ignominious fashion. And the worst of It is, there is no n&io of glory around his name afterward. His enemies?that is to say, the fighting men of the opposing force?regard him with contempt, although they probably employ spies of their own; while those of his own side quickly disown him If he falls, and a spy who has been caught by the enemy and executed may be said to have failed very completely. Under such circumstances very few men would be found to take up the business were It not for the fact that the pay is high, and in case of information of great Importance being obtained, rich rewards will follow. It wis the money aspect of the business which appealed to Morris Tyleri and induced him to engage in the! work. He was a born spy. A good linguist and cunning beyond belief. He was never one to essay a dangerc-us task for the sheer excitement of it He did not like taking risks, though of course, he had to take them occasionally, but always at these Junctures he kept in mind the big pay?and extras. It needed these to tune him up to concert pltcn. He was always cautious?and successful. Having found it advisable to quit Europe for a time, he made his way to the South American republic of Caldera, which, at the date of his arrival, was just in the throes of one of its periodical revolutions. He offered his services to the government party at a rate of pay somewhat in excess of what he bad been receiving in Europe, and President Blanco, having heard of him and finding that he could speak Spanish fluently, engaged him at once. But in Caludera, Morris Tyler had to work under new and unfamiliar conditions. Hitherto, his spying had been carried on during times of peace. There had been no war In Europe since he had come to the front Now he found himself in the thick of fighting of a very savage character. When the insurgents took any prisoners they gave them the option of changing side or being shot But when the government troops captured any rebels, they did not permit them any choice. They were placed in a row with their backs against a wall and promptly finished off by a firing party. By the time he had been three week* at the "great game," as played In thiB explosive South American Btate, Morris Tyler was Inclined to regret that he had not remained a passive spectator of the revolution Instead of taking part In It However, he fortified his courage wl'h the thought of the pile of dollars he would add to his banking account when the fighting was over and the rebels beaten. He had seen enough to feel pretty certain they had no real chance of winning. And so far he had not encountered any special dangehls cunning always enabled him to evade It. He had been sent for by Colonel Voruba, the chief of the Intelligence department, to whom he usually made his reports. "Some more work for you. Senor Tyler," observed the colonel cheerfully, "and it may be the last service we shall require you to perform, for the revolution must end soon. Still, much will depend on the Information you are able to obtain for us." Morris Tyler nodded, and w<ed for his chief to go on. "The rebels are massed in some force on the hill of San Stefano." pursued the colonel, "where it seems they are going to make a last desperate stand. They hold the old fort up there. That much we know. But we do not know the number of their guns, nor how they are placed. It is important that we have this Information before we storm their position, and we look to you "to obtain it for us." There was an aide-de-camp present at this interview, an English soldier of fortune named Berwick, who was serving with the Calderan army. He glanced curiously at Tyler as the latter replied, with not quite his usual confidence: "Can you give me any further particulars, colonel?" "There are no further particulars to give you," replied Colonel Voruba. "You know the road. The rest is with you. I am instructed, however, to inform you that if you succeed in bringing us correct information you will receive $600 over and above your pay. You must start at once." When Tyler had quitted the hut which was used as a temporary staff office. Captain Berwick said to the colonel: "He doesn't seem to fancy the Job. I don't think his courage of a very high order." Colonel Voruba shrugged his shoulders. "He is a good spy," he replied, "cautious and cunning. They are probably more valuable assets than courage in his profession." "I dare say," returned Captain Berwick. "But I know which I admire most." By a curious freak of fate there arrived at the headquarters of the Calderan army, twenty-four hours later, a deserter from the rebel ranks who was to furnish the exact Information which Colonel Voruba required. Thereupon an order was given for an immediate advance. This movement, taking place so much sooner than was expected, would very likely put Morris Tyler in an extremely tight corner. But the life of one man was of small moment when so much was at stake. And a spy! Well, no one bothered much about a spy when he was not required. In the meantime Tyler had contrived to get to the top of the hill of San Stefan withut belnog observed by the enemy's outposts or sentries. He was. Indeed, well within the circle of outposts when he reached an abandoned building, which at one time had been the boiler house of a sugar plantation. It seemed to offer a safe hiding place from the security of which he could observe what was going on In the rebels' camp without himself being seen. He crept inside and laid flat down upon the floor. About half a mile away he could see the camp fires glowing in the darkness, and nearer still the squat shape of the fort showing black against the night sky. Picturesque insurgents were passing to and fro, and a few were seated by the flres playing cards. The spy could think of no plan by which he could learn the number of guns in the fort, nor where and how those that were outside were concealed and placed. But the thought of the high pecuniary reward If he succeeded in gaining the lnfoimation kept him at hia poet "It ian't often one can make $600 by one nlght'a work." Of courae he waa quite unaware that the information waa already in the handa of the commanding officer of the government troopa. After a time the camp became silent, even the card playera giving up their games and stretching themselves out on the ground to sleep. Only the sentries remained on the alert, but between him and the fort there were three. By no possibility could he get, past them unseen, for It was open ground. The night wore on. He waa tired, but he dared not sleep. Once he moved about a little to try to keep himself awake, but a sentry glanced sharply in his direction, and he quickly assumed a recumbent position on the dirt floor of the building again. A slight tinge of gray showed in the east It was getting near daybreak. The spy told himself that he would have to give up the task after all, for it would be impossible to remain another twelve hours concealed in this building without fbod or water. He would make his way back before It mt tnn litrht Riit Via nai varv alaanw If he could only anatch a few minutes ?Just to rest hia eyea? "So! A apy!" exclaimed the man. "Bueno! It will be promotion for me for ha vlna discovered you. Don't move!" The rifle was raised threateningly. "If you so much as move a hand or a foot I will put a ballet through your brain. Yet I do not wish to waste ammunition. A rope Is good enough for such as you!" A twelve-pound shell from a field gun hat struck the building and reduced It to a ruin. It was the first shot fired by the government artillery In their attack on the hill of San Stefano. The rebels were taken by surprise, became panic-stricken, and Instead of shaping up to defend the position, began a hasty retreat Morris Tyler was not immediately concerned with the running fight between the loyal troops and the rebels, for the sounds of strife drifted further away each minute from the ruined boiler house. No other shot or shell came near It But he was much concerned about himself. He could not move. He was pinned down by some timber from the fallen roof, and all around him was a wreck of shattered walls, broken planks and beam? and debris which bore no likeness to anything In particular. He had been very nearly choked and half-blinded by the cluods of dust and acrid smoke, but he had received no bodily Injury beyond a few slight bruises. Right across his body in a slanting direction there was a heavy wooden beam. It had just stopped short of crushing him, but It rested on him with sufficient weight to prevent him moving. "Luck's with me after all," he murmured. "I am not hurt, and this beam is not too heavy for me to lift I can raise it up and crawl"? He paused with a sort of gasp, for his eyes, roving round the place, had rested on a gleaming rifle barrel. It was pointed straight at his head and there was a man's hand just behind the trigger guard, his forefinger resting on the trigger. The man was the rebel who had surprised him. He was lying on his face amidst the wreckage, and there was the blood streaming from a terrible wound at the side of his head. A splinter of the bursting shell had killed him. ' The spy gave a sigh of relief. For a moment he had thought that the man was alive and was taking aim at him. But his relief was of short duration. He did not like that rifle pointing so steadily at him, even though It was only held in the dead man's hand; and when he saw that the lower end of the beam which was lying across his own body rented against the man's right forearm he liked It still less. He could not move the beam upward; he could only move it downward or sidewise. If he shifted it ever so little It was bound to press more heavily on the dead rebel's arm, and that would cause his stiffened finger to press on the trigger, which would Are the rifle. Tko Huiiat wntiM ?ntpr hi*?Tvler1#? brains, because his head was so wedged that he could not move It to one side or the other. He could raise it a little, but that would be of no advantage. The bullet would take him then somewhere about the mouth and pass upward through the base of his skull. He shook with fear like a man with the ague, and the sweat streamed down his face. Inadvertently he moved his body slightly, causing the beam to shift its position the fraction of an Inch. That caused the dead rebel's arm to move a little, and his stiffened flnfler seemed to tighten over the trigger. The spy cried out in his terror; or at least a queer sort of croak passed his lips, for that was all he was capable of, as a parching thrist, and the dust which had got into his throat deprived him of his voice. It was borne in upon the spy's mind that he might lie there until he died of starvation. There was the alternative of pushing the beam a little more, so that the dead man's finger should press harder on the trigger, and thus end his misery with a bullet from the menacing rifle. But he had not the courage for that. He clung desperately to life. He had known fear before, but never had he experienced such an agony of terror as now held him. Then all at once something in his brain seemed to snap. A red curtain dropped before his eys. The noise of a rushing wind howled in his ears? and then came black oblivion. Early the next morning three mounted men reined up close by the ruined boiler-house. They were Colonel Voruba, Captain Berwick and an orderly. The fight was over and the rebels were beaten. "Two men In there," said Berwick. "They may have some life In them." The orderly dismounted and peered In among the wreckage. "Senor, one ia a rebel," he reported. "The other ia Senor Tyler. Both dead." "The apy!" exclaimed Berwick. He and Voruba gave their horaes over to the orderly and entered the building. "It la strange," aald Voruba, bending over Tyler's body, "there la not a mark upon him. He has received no wound ?no hurt ,He could easily have lifted this beam and extricated himself." "Look at the expression on his face ?even now," replied Berwick. "It was sheer terror that killed him. I have [heard of auch a thing. Perhaps he had a weak heart" 'Terror!" Vornba raised his eyebrows. "Ah, yes I perceive. The loaded rifle pointing straight at his head, which at the slightest movement on his part would"? Captain Berwick Interrupted him. He had picked the rifle up and opened the breech. "He was in no danger at any time from this weapon." he said. 'It Is not loaded!"?New York Telegraph. Parson's Funny Sorapes. "The remembrance of various predicaments I have been In makes me "go hot and cold" even now. How Is this for a start? asks one of the cloth: I was christening a baby, and the service had proceeded with fair success. The yount titer had not howled more than Is usurJ, and the godparents had actually responded to some of the questions addressed to them. I had arrived at what one might call the "water" part of the ceremony. The child was in ray arms, and I dipped my hand Into the font, a deep, dark and cavernous affair. Horrors! It was empty! I handed the child back, and, taking off my robes, tore out of church and . - - L. 4..? ?4 - -- T ,1.1. wuiov a jus vi nraici. a iaiuiqu uiw in the font, retraced my steps in the service a bit, and again dipped my hand. Horror of horrors? The plug had not been in place, and the water had trlcklod away. Curtain! I play football. At S.ll on a December afierncon we lined up and kick- j ed oft What kindly little sprite brought it to my remembranoe I know not, hut It was suddenly flashed in on me that I had a wedding at MO. I left the field, secured a bike and tore to the church. The people were waiting and getlng anxious. The vestry door was locked; the key whs on my chain?in the pavilion. 80 I had to walk the 'ength of the church In knickers anJ showing far too much calf! And, sticking out prominently from under my casuock as I stood on the altar steps wre my muddy football boots! I apologised afterwards, but vo tell you the truth all the comfort I received was summed up In a word which came from the bride's mother, "Disgraceful!'* In my early yeais as a parson I used notes in the pulpit When they were there I could preach extempore, for If the worst came to the worst I could make use of them. On a few oc caslons when I tried to be Independent of paper I floundered horribly. The scene now Is a harvest festival: church crowded. Great things expected of me?the special preacher. I mounted the pulpit steps, to And that the brass rest had been removed In order that corn and popples might be arranged on the ledge. Nowhere for my notes; not a spot Hold them? That's ridiculous. I?er?preached, and have never been asked to deliver myself in that church since."?Philadelphia Ledger. End of Famous Feud.?A famous South Carolina feud was officially ended Saturday, when President Wilson sent to the senate the nomination of William EL Goniales of that state to be minister to Cuba. Senator Benjamin Ryan Tillman of South Carolina, consented to the nomination. The Tillman and the Gonxales families h?vA hAAn bitter Dolltical and person al enemies for many years, and their differences were augmented by bloodshed. The Gonzales brothers, of whom the new minister to Cuba was one, were editors and proprietors of the Columbia State, a militant newspaper that fought Senator Tillman throughout his political career. The turbulence that marked the progress of Mr. Tillman's rise in the political world was due to a large extent to the hard lighting qualities of the Gonsales brothers. Their opposition extended to the senator's nephew, James Tillman, and while he was serving as lieutenant governor of South Carolina, he shot and killed N. G. Gonsales, a brother of the man nominated for diplomatic honors Saturday. Feeling in the state ran high over this tragedy. In the streets of Columbia there stands a monument to the memory of Mr. Gonzales, on which it is recorded that he was "Murdered," near the spot where the monument is erected. The monument was paid for by popular subscription. Lieutenant Governor Tillman was acquitted. Senator Tillman has recently shown a disposition to forgive his enemies and seek their forgiveness. He has been in precarious health for a long time and has expressed himself as desirous of making his peace with the world and all those with whom he has had differences.?Washington Dispatch to New York Times. Warning to ths 8outh.?Grave warning to the southern states, especially Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia and Florida, against the wholesale exportation of their cattle is contained in a special statement Issued last Saturday by the bureau of animal industry of the department of agriculture. "In the past twelve months," says the BUUCUiCIU, Uu/cio hvim auiwwtv west have taken from that district thousands of animals, many of which go to the slaughter house when they should be retained for breeding purposes." "Some of the people of the south," says the bureau, "seem glad that these cattle are being shipped out as the number of scrub cattle Is being reduced and the south will get better cattle for breeding purposes, the chances of southern farmers refilling their pastures with good cattle are indeed small, and where are these good breeding cattle to come from at a reasonable price?" The department experts point out that the south Is especially adapted to the raising of cattle, because of the long grazing season, the mild winters and the great variety of pasturage. For that reason it has made a special appeal to the southern farmers to retain their breeding herds.