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ISSUED SEMI-WEEKLY. L. m. GRIST S SONS, Publisher.. [ % Seirspaper,: Jior the promotion of the political, Social, Agricultural anil (Commercial .Interests of the people. j ,ER^N"ol!E0?,,f.v'"RvJ"CI,"""ct ^ ^|fABLi8HEi>l8gg: YORKVILLE. 6. C., TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 38, 191], NO. IT. "Alias Jimmy Valentine" CHAPTER XI. Jimmy Valentine entered his private offtce from the room where the new vault had been erected. He saw Rose Lane standing: close to his desk, where Bobby was presiding with all the dignity that went with his age. The girl's eyes met his, but only for an instant. Valentine lowered his gaze to the floor, his thoughts whirling rapidly through his brain. True, at one time he had had serious thought concerning the beautiful young woman who had saved him from Sing Sing, from Warden Handler and the warden's favorite pastime of "solitaire." But cf late he had come to realize that he would be doing her a lasting wrong, a vital injustice, to permit himself to make any serious advances toward her. She had been attracted by him. She was now even more interested in him. He was observing enough to learn this. As for his own emo VALDTCfl SENT THE LAD AWAY. tlons toward her? He loved her. That no one would deny who saw him in her company. He could not conceal It. Even the infantile Bobby had guessed what he had endeavored to | make his secret. Yet he had realized plainly the uncertainty of his position. At any moment the unexpected might happen, or, rather, the expected might happen, and some one would possibly L uncover and reveal phases of his past that he would be unable to explain. Such had been the guiding, thought of Jimmy Valentine in his social intercourse with the banker's daughter during his tenure as assistant cashier in the bank in Springfield, and now he saw more clearly than ever the wisdom of his course. Doyle?Doyle, the relentless tracker of men?had threatened to "get" him, and Doyle was always an element to be reckoned with. Although Doyle's threat had been made years before. Valentine had never underestimated the detective's ability nor his tenacity of purpose. While he, Valentine, had taken precautions which he firmly considered would prevent Doyle from getting a hold on him again, yet, after all, it was by no means definitely assured that he would not defeat the ex-convict in his ambition to live "on the square," therefore Valentine must under no circumstance make any serious advances toward Rose Lane. The burden of misk erv that might descend upon him would only be given greater weight. Valentine desired to talk alone with Rose Lane, and after a lengthy conversation. punctured by lavish promises of hunting trips, sent the lad away to play with Kitty in the new vault, which for their purpose became a smuggler's cave. I ne assistant casnier sieppeu 101ward tnward Rose, who stood close to his desk, resting her sable muff on its polished top. "To what am I indebted for this pleasure?" he asked of her. "Yourself." She smiled graciously on him as she spoke. Valentine drew near to her. "How?" "Don't yon suppose I like you as well as do the children?" she answered gayly. "Do you?" he asked anxiously. "Yes. but why is it that you never do call on me any more?" she questioned reproachfully. "Well?because"? he became very uncomfortable. She must never know the true reason for his avoidance of her. "Do you think it's fair to use a woman's weapon against her? You know L It's a woman's birthright to say 'because' when she"? "I meant"? "What?" "Oh?ah?what were we talking about?" ^ "As to why you don't call on me any more." Valentine struggled to think of a successful mode of escape from answering the question. "Well, now?don't you see." In- stum mered. "Of course you do." He was] becoming more involved every m<>-! ment. The girl's smile began to fade. Rather grimly she interrupted him. "No. I don't see at all," was her announcement. She moved away from the desk. "Well. Miss I.ane, I"? The telephone bell rang at his desk. He bent forward and put the receiver! to his ear. As he hung up the receiver a clerk entered. i "Will you have the cash now?" the employee asked. I "In a few minutes." No sooner had the clerk made bis exit when a messanger boy entered, bearing a telegram. Valentine tore it / open, apologizing to Rose as he did I so. The girl saw that the assistant r cashier was very busy. She determined to leave him for the present. Novelized by FREDERIC R. TOOMBS From the Great Play by PAUL ARMSTRONG rnnurinht hv Amnricin wwr,..?..., Pratt Ataociation. I As Valentine dismissed the boy she announced that if the press of business would not continue all day sh' would return. Valentine assured her that in a half hour he would be at leisure and that he would sacrifice everything: else in order to talk to her. She started toward the door, assuring him that she would return. As she opened the door she turned and cast a smile in the direction of the assistant cashier. But Valentine did not notice it. He did not see it. His eyes were glued to the slip of yellow paper that he held in his hand. The girl saw that as he read the telegram an expression of tenseness, of unsubdued excitement, crept across his face. Wonderingi.v she softly closed tno door, a rew steps carried her before Valentine, who looked up in surprise, thinking: she had gone. "What is it?that telegram?" she gasped. It's bad news for you?very bad," she went on. "I must know." Valentine, undergoing a pronounced shock owing to the contents of the message which he held in his hand, was almost completely unstrung by the interruption of the girl he loved. Was it not fate that prompted her to appear before him at the very moment when? "Oh. it is nothing." he said weakly. "Merely a little business tangle?that is all." He stepped out from behind his desk, crumpling the fateful telegram in his hand, and gently led the girl to the door. "Remember," he said, "I have an engagement with you in a half hour." "I will remember." Unconvinced, mystified and thoroughly agitated by his nervous manner, Rose Lane went out of the office. Valentine, smiling as best he could under the circumstances, closed the door behind her. He crossed to her chair, sank into it and flattened the wrinkled telegram before him. Again he read it from end to end: "Look out," he read. "Doyle will be in town this afternoon at 4 to see you about an important matter." Tho icoiotont pAQhipr dronned his chin into his palm and stared vacantly at the opposite wall. "Doyle," he muttered ? "George Doyle. He said he'd get me if it took ten years?a lifetime. Well, pel-nap* he can; then, again, perhaps he cannot. At any rate, he can probably ruin my career, my hopes, my standing here, where I have friends who believe in me." Valentine leaned back meditatively in his chair. The fatal telegram dropped unheeded to the floor. His mouth set determinedly. A new fire blazed in his eyes, the fire that had consumed him and had spurred him on when in the days and nights of the past he had ventured forth on a desperate enterprise. He would give George Doyle a race, that he would. He would match his wit against that of the skilled sleuth. He already had laid the basis for what now must be his course of procedure, s m. m Jlwi ^^EjSfTg^.; IV ys9B ? IB y'jf - ffife MfiHHHjB h s \ & 1 WILL UKMEMHEU. and he believed that it would withstand even the cunning and force of George Doyle. At any rate, he could try. Valentine leaned forward and pressed a button. A clerk entered. The assistant cashier hesitated a moment, then spoke quickly. "Tell the watchman to come here." he directed. The clerk nodded and went out in searcfi or Keel rianagan?yes, rteu, none other than the one time accomplice of Jimmy Valentine, whom the latter, true to his word, had taken with him in his attempt to "go it straight." Flanagan must be told of the coming of Doyle, who was his sworn enemy also. In addition, Red would have to assist the assistant cashier, now known as Mr. Randall, in the maneuver which the latter was about to execute. Then there was Avery?old Bill Avery. From the day that Valentine had sent him away from the hotel in Albany Avery had been making heroic efforts to live "on the square." The three years that had elapsed since No. 12X9 had advanced Avery, long a "yeggman" of the most desperate type, the price of a railroad ticket, had made a revolutionary transformation in him. Today he was married, had a growing business and had performed for Valentine a service that was to render the vengeful efforts of George Doyle much more difficult and somewhat less effective than the detective would relish should he ever learn the truth. 1 k.,1 I.OUII ill I,,111,!,.ut i..ll AVCIJ nau ... with Valentine on various occasions in a secret manner. So carefully concealed. in fact, had been his moves that not even Red Flanagan had obtained the sli?htest knowledge of them. True. Red was aware that Valentine had received various puzzling' com munications from one "Mr. Cronin," but how was Red to know that Mr. Cronin was Bill Avery unless the assistant cashier was pleased so to inform him, which he was not? At first Valentine had had the belief that some friend was responsible for the sending of the warning telegram, hut now that he more calmly considered the matter he dismissed that thought. Another idea fixed itself In his brain, which would cause him to govern his actions accordingly in the face of the danger that he wisely acknowledged to himself to be vitally alarming. At any cost he must prevent I Doyle from turning Rose Lane and her I orrninoi Vl < m ThOV tTllfltPfl inillCl agautob mm. * * ? him?they alone?in the first Instance, and so it would he wit against wit to defeat Doyle and, if need he, life against life. The minutes passed. What could be the matter with the clerk or with Fed? Had the watchman, too, received a warning? And if so had he followed the impulse that had first come to Jimmy Valentine, to flee?the time honored resource of the crook, the time honored confession of the crook, flight? No; Red would not desert Jimmy Valentine in an emergency like this for? A voice was heard outside in the vault room: "All right, Kitty. I'll play some more with you In a few minutes. Mr. Randall wants me." It was the voice of Red Flanagan addressed to the little girl, whom he daily gave "piggyback" rides, at the daily hazard of his situation. The door swung open, and Red stood before the assistant cashier. Rut not even his old mother, if she had been alive, would have recognized him. Hair as red as ever it was, eyes as blue and smile equally as innocent as that which had misled half a dozen sternly inclined judges in the court of special sessions in years gone, yet the figure that appeared was, and at the same time it was not. that of Red Flanagan, whose photograph adorned not less than five rogues' galleries. The uniform?that was it. The bluegray coat and trousers, loosely fitted, and the peaked cap, bearing In gold letters "Watchman," were the actual causes of his transformation, so far as outward indications were concerned. As for the inward changes?those quite hidden from the human eye? well, there were but two persons who could describe how they had come about. Those two persons were Red Flanagan and Jimmy Valentine. Red stood before the assistant cashier and doffed his imposing watchman's cap. "Want me, Randall?" he asked. "Yes." He looked away from Red, unwilling to break to him the news that Doyle was on their track. (To Be Continued.) PNEUMATIC CUSHION. Novel Substitute For Springs and Shock Absorbers on Motor Cars. There has recently l?een invented by a California mining engineer a novel substitute for springs and shock absorbers on automobiles. This is a nneiimatic cushion which anDears to have advantages, because it permits the use of solid tires. The inventor of this new device has found it possible not only to construct a pneumatic shock absorber, but so to arrange this that it takes the place of the spring itself, while at the same time preventing any rebound. In its present state this pneumatic cushion consists simply of a round rubber bulb six or eight inches in diameter, having an open neck at its upper end and a small projection at its lower. This projection fits into a hole in a conical wood block that is secured to the axle of the automobile, while the neck of the bulb is set into a pipe fitting attached to the body of the machine. This pipe, of about lj inches diameter, connects with a tank having a capacity of 2,000 cubic inches. Four bulbs replace the springs or an automobile. In fitting them to a car the leaves of the springs are removed with the exception of the outer heavy leaf, which is used for steadying purposes. All four tubes are connected by separate pipes to the tank. The action of the bulb is as follows: When a wheel of the car passes over an obstruction the bottom of the bulb resting upon the cone-shaped block is pushed inward, and the surface of contact of the bulb with the block is increased. The heavier the blow the more the block sinks in, consequently, there is continuously increasing sup porting area within the bulb upon which the air acts, the air being under a compresion of about 20 pounds to the square inch in the bulb, the pipe line and the tank. As a result of the increasing flattened area in the bottom of the bulb under a heavy shock there is a cushioning effect that increases with the blow, and when the initial shock has been absorbed there is no rebound, since the air in the bulb, piping and tank has not been appreciably compressed. The cushion acts upon the same principle as the pneumatic tire, since the supporting area is increased when the bulb is flattened, in much the same way as it is with the tire; but in this case there is no increase in air pressure, owing to heating of the air, and consequently no liability of bursting. The air cushion makes it possible to use solid tires upon all commercial vehicles no matter what the size, as well as upon pleasure cars where it is desired to dispense with the costly pneumatic. The life of a good solid tire Is easily double that of a pneumatic.? Scientific American. Keep in the Sunshine.?There art only two kinds of people in the world? the people who live in the shadow and gloom and those who live on the sunny side of the street. These shadowed ones are sometimes called pessimists sometimes people of melancholy temperament, sometimes they are called disagreeable people. But, wherevei they go, their characteristic is this? their shadows always travel 011 before them. These people never bear theii own burden, but expose all tbeii wounds to others. They are all sc busy looking down for pitfalls and sharp stones and thorns on which tc step that they do not even know that there are any stars in the sky. These folks live on the wrong side of the street. And yet it is only twenty feet across to the other sidewalk, where sunshine always lies.?Xewoll Dwight Hillis. iUisrrUanmts iUadinfl. THE HIPPOPOTAMI. Native Method of Hunting the Monster is Real Excitement. In the year 1907 I was at Blantyre, British Central Africa, on business. While staying there I was Informed that a favorite pastime amongst the natives on Lake Ayassa was harpooning hippopotami. Although I had on many previous occasions engaged In nearly all kinds of big-game shooting, I had not had much experience with hippos, and, as I was given to understand that harpooning produced much more excitement than shooting them with rifles, I decided to spend a few weeks with the natives who inhabit the country surrounding the lake. Having satisfactorily concluded my business in Blantyre, I engaged carriers, replenished my stock of ammunition, and commenced trekking north to Fort Johnson, the southernmost port on the lake, where we arrived after an uneventful journey of four ! days. I was there advised to proceed , up the lake as far as the mouth of the Rukuru River, which is situated on the western side and known to be a ( favorite haunt of the hippos. After i tt'oiHntr f\xrr% rlova hrtnpHatl o atoom. < or bound for Kota Kota Bay, a place ; about forty miles south of our final ( destination. The passage was a very rough one, as it was undertaken In 1 June, the most windy month of the ( year in that part of the world. i We arrived at Kota Kota on the i evening of the fourth day. This place | ?a low mosquito swamp?is an old , Arab slave port, its staple industry at the present time being rice-growing, | for which it is eminently adapted. I was compelled to remain here for some days, owing to a touch of malaria, but when I had sufficiently recovered to travel I secured a relay of local carriers from the magistracy and trekked through a succession of swamps to the Rukuru, arriving there about forty-eight hours after leaving Kota Kota. I pitched my tent, and then engaged canoes and harpoons, deciding to make a start on the following morning I ought, perhaps, to mention that the native harpoon is made by inserting an iron spear at the end of a bamboo pole about fifteen feet long. When completed it somewhat resembles a cavalry lance. About a hundred yards of line is attached to the harpoon. The next morning we discovered several hippos about three hundred yards from the shore. Two or three were disporting themselves in the water, whilst others were indulging in a sunny siesta on u sand bank near by. We immediately paddled out, but as soon as we approached them the animals cleared off in all directions and went down in deep water. It was not long, however, before the excitement commenced. I promised the natives that the first boy who managed to harpoon one of the beasts should receive ten yards of calico, and this Inducement resulted in making them particularly keen. Ten minutes after the hippos had dived I heard a great shout and some tremendous splashing behind me, and on turning the canoe round I saw that one of the boys had been successful with his harpoon. The beast he had wounded was towing the canoe hither and thither at great speed in its frantic efforts to release itself. We at once went to render assistance, but before we could reach the canoe the infuriated animal came up right underneath the frail craft and capsized it, hurling its occupants into the water. Although these lakeuwellers are expert swimmers, there was a dangerous possibility of their being unable to keep clear of the hippo until they could reach another canoe, but in this case they all contrived to gain one or other of the remaining boats. The boy who had harpooned the hippo still clung to the line, the end of which was attached to the wrecked canoe, now floating upside down near the boat which he had succeeded in reaching. The hippo had by this time become very savage, opening his huge, cavernous mouth continually and snapping at everything he saw. An idea of the size of a hippo's mouth can be easily Imagined when I state that they have very often been known to bite right through a native canoe, dividing it as though it had been chopped in half. I soon saw that if another catastrophe was to be averted we should have to be careful to keep at a respectful distance 1 from the angry beast; but, although we did all we could in this direction, we could not prevent another canoe being capsized. The hippo made a sudden rush at one of the boats, and before the natives in it could get clear away they found themselves struggling in the water. Fortunately, however, they were also able to reach the other canoes in safety. After this we managed to dodge the monster for some considerable time, but eventually he came up right underneath my own canoe, precipitating us into the deep water. For a few minutes there was a veritable pandemonium, the natives shouting and screaming their loudest. They did this, so they informed me afterwards, in order to scare away any crocidiles that might be in the vicinity. We were compelled to swim about for nearly ten minutes before we were picked up by the other canoes, as after the two previous boats had been capsized I told the boys not to approach within half a mile of the wounded monster. Luckily, however, we were all good swimmers, and the noise created by the natives succeeded in keeping not only the crocidiles, but the hippo himself, at a safe distance. It was now four o'clock, and, as we were getting very hungry and tired, , we decided to "buoy" the hippo until the following day. This is done by tying a bundle of reeds to the end of the harpoon-line, and as these rushes arc 01 ugni yemnv or uiriy wnue coior they are easily distinguished and make a very good mark. We left the hippo 1 In about fifteen feet of water, and, as they very seldom haunt places where the water is more than twenty feet deep, we knew that in all probability we should find the animal the next ( morning near the same spot. After we had reached camp and had ' a good meal I called the natives to' gether to discuss the programme for the following day, and asked them if I they had any sugestions to make. The head boy said that they wished to abandon the wounded hippo and find another that would give us less trouI ble: but as 1 was determined to get the . one that we first struck, if at all possible, I finally persuaded them to make another attempt, although not before I had promised them each four extra . yards of calico. The head boy then told me that the hippo would probably be found ashore in the reeds, as, when i wounded, these beasts generally I emerge front the water under cover of darkness. ' We were in the canoes soon after six o'clock the next morning, and be> fore we had been paddling more than , a few minutes along the shore the head boy, who was standing in the bow of the leading boat, discovered the reed i buoy on the water's edge. This proved that the hippo had gone ashore during the night. We accordingly paddled back to the landing stage and walked along the shore to the reed-bed. Here several of the natives went Into the reeds to try to frighten the beast into the water, but the only effect their shouting had was to cause the hippo to open his enormous mouth and grunt. I then asked the boys to approach more closely In a body and throw assegais at the beast. This they did, and finally the hippo plunged into the water. We then went back and launched the canoes, paddling as fast as we Could towards the spot where the hippo had emerged. We soon got hold of the reed buoy and commenced pulling in some of the line, but as soon as the animal felt us pulling he started up the lake In a northerly direction, keeping under the water the whole time. After about ten minutes, however, he put his head above the surface to breathe, and was Immediately saluted with a shower of spears, although the only effect these seemed to have was to arouse his anger. He at once went down and swam towards the canoes, but we saw him coming In the clear water and gave him a wide berth. He would not leave us, however, and continually made attempts to charge the boats. Every time he showed his head above water the natives greeted him With showers of spears, and as a result he soon became perfectly furious. After three or four further futile charges he remained quiet for a few ninutes, and some of the natives became careless, thinking that he was tecoming exhausted. They quickly realized their mistake, however, for without any warning, he suddenly i harged the nearest canoe at full ipeed, and succeeded in getting his tusks through the bottom of the boat, ripping it completely open. Luckily, they did not come into contact with any of the crew. The canoe immediately sank, leaving some of the natives struggling in the water. The unexpected rush of the huge beast had evidently scared them badly, for they quite lost their presence of mind. Instead of swimming to the other canoes as I shouted out for them to do, they all made for the nearest boat, and, of course, swamped it in trying to get in. ; They were now In a terribly frightened state, as the angry hippo several times came up quite close to them, snapping his huge Jaws in his efforts to reach his attackers. There is no -Ion o-nrAllL- OrOQ t\\rp In thp Wfl tPT UIUIC uaugciuuo vi vmvu. v ... ?...w than a wounded hippo, and every moment I expected to see one of the naives cut in half. However, to my reef and surprise he did not succeed 1 reaching any of them. > The boys in the water were absolutely panic-stricken, and those in the boats nearly as bad. It was as much as I could do to keep the latter from paddling to the shore, leaving their comrades to their fate. Luckily, however, the beast now became much more quiet, and I could see that this time his energy was nearly exhausted. Taking advantage of this opportunity, we managed to get all the natives into the remaining canoes, and then made a fresh assault on the hippo. He seemed quite spent by this time, and soon expired. Quickly securing some extra assistance, we dragged the body ashore, where the tusks, which were exceptionally large were taken out. The hippo had given us a terrible battle, lasting nearly a day and a half, and I did not take long to arrive at the conclusion that, after all. rifle-shootIng was the most desirable method of hunting such beasts, and certainly the most expeditious and humane. MARVELS OF BIRD FLIGHT. Vultures Glide For Miles Without a Single Wing Beat. .On the horizon in tropical countries there often appears a small Mack point visible only to the practised eye. The point increases in size as it approaches. It is the sailing bird par excellence, the vulture, says the Strand, returning to its hollow in the rocks a dozen miles away. A glider, who sails magnificently upon its outstretched wings, without a beat, without the sllghest deviation from its perfectly straight track, it thus traverses the space from one horizon to the other, again becomes an Imperceptible point and disappears, leaving the spectator marveling at the simplicity with which nature solves a problem of mechanics which appeared impossible to man. When one observes a sea eagle perched upon a lofty cliff it may be remarked that in order to quit its eyrie it waits until a gust of wind arises, then it lets itself fall forward with extended wings, gives a beat or two as it turns, brings itself to face the wind and thus mounts without a wing beat hundreds of yards high. A gliding bird so sets its wings that the air currents make an angle with their plane. The wind thus sustains its weight and gives it at the same time a forward movement. If its force is stronger than is necessary to obtain these two effects it produces a third effect?the bird mounts into space without a wing beat. If the air suddenly became calm the bird would fall, but the fall would be astonishingly slow. Prof. Drzewiecki has calculated that o ?ri!,il?c KI..O ?| 11 heiirht of 1.200 u ft ' >vi 1" * ? * -r?-- - ? ? yards, at the moment when it commences to descend with motionless wings, can by setting them at the most favorable angle touch the ground at a horizontal distance of about fifteen miles! If the wind fall, large birds can always, with a few wing beats, attain an altitude where they will find a wind which will permit them to continue their journey "on the glide." The gusts and eddies of the wind are of course great disturbers of flight, and few birds attempt to struggle with a tempest. Even the strongest fliers have not from this point of view so much boldness as they generally get credit for. Thus the stormy petrel is so named, not because it braves the storm but because as soon as a storm threatens it will often seek for refuge on a ship's rigging, and thus foretell the tempest. And if the albatross loves the stormy waves it is only because it frequently alights upon the water, where it often sleeps securely to the rocking of the billows. Sang at His Own Funeral.?We hear now and then of a man reading his own obituary in the papers, but it is a rare thing for a dead man to sing at his own funeral. Pietro Ficeo, a shitemaker and amateur musician, had a very great fondness for tlie phonograph. He purchased .a good many records and occasionally sang into his own phonograph and kept records of the songs. He was taken seriously ill. He realized that he could not recover, and Iteing a poor man and unalde to get up much of a funeral he requested that they use his phonograph to furnish the music for the funeral services. He picked out the "Angel's Serenade" and Gounod's "Ave .Maria." sung by himself, and these were used, and thus the dead man took an important part at his own funeral service. He instructed that his phonograph and seventy-two records, a number of them his own, should be sent to his mother in Italy.?Christian Herald. AND TEDDY GOT OUT, TOO. Preaident Ordered From Cornfield by Irate Farmer. Col. Theodore Roosevelt, while president of the United States, writes an Oklahoma correspondent, was ordered off a farmer's corn field In southern Oklahoma and threatened with arrest for trespassing. The incident occurred during the president's lobo wolf hunt in Oklahoma Territory, In April, five years ago, and outside of some of the men who were with I the hunting party at the time, the incident has remained a secret. Col. Roosevelt and party had been in camp on the Red River several days, participating In wolf hunts, and John R. Abernathy, now United States marshal of the western district of Oklahoma, had already performed the feat of catching a live wolf with his bare hands. As a rule the chase occurred In the early morning, and on the particular day the hunt was prolonged several hours because of the cunning of the wolves and coyotes In outwitting the hunters. It was a fleeing coyote, In fact, that got the president in trouble. The animal made a sudden swerve from the Indian reservation and entered a corn field, where the young piams were just beginning to give the surface a green tint. Abernathy and Col. Roosevelt were In the lead, with several troopers of the 8th Cavalry, from Fort Sill military post, close behind. and some members of the party quickly cut the wires of the fence and over It the hunters went pell-mell. Instantly the farmer-owner of the land appeared. "Here, You Fellows, Get Out." "Here, you fellows, get out of this field. You have no right In here, and besides, you are tramping down my corn. Get out of here or I'll have you arrested." His threat had the desired effect on the hunters., for with due apologies to the irate farmer, they withdrew and the coyote escaped. Some of the troopers remained behind to help the farmer mend his fence, and Informed him that he had ordered the president of the United States from his land. The president's big wolf chase took place on the Oklahoma side of the Red River, in what was then the Comanche Indian pasture reserve, an immense tract of 480,000 acres, which was set aside by congress for the Indiana when their reservation was open ed to white settlement in 1901. The reserve was known at that time as the "Big Pasture." and by the oldtimers in Oklahoma is still so designated. It was chosen for the hunt because of the number of fierce looking lobo wolves that infested the Red River bottom, especially on the Oklahoma side, where the immense reserve gave them ample protection, even in time of the chase, such as Col. Roosevelt and his party enjoyed. Caught by Abernathy. One cowman, who had a part of the reserve under lease at that time, estimated the number of lobo wolves in that locality at seven hundred, all of which had their lairs along the rivers and streams extending northward to the Wichita mountains. Only a month prior to the president's visit the biggest of these wolves was caught by John Abernathy, who later conducted Col. Roosevelt's hunt. Even at that time Abernathy was known throughout southern Oklahoma and Texas as a most expert hunter, and for months he had his eyeunununu for months he had had his eye on the monster lobo band, which had succeeded in outwitting all of the hunters and dogs in that community. When Abernathy heard of the president's intended visit to the pasture reserve he determined upon the capture of this monster wolf and was finally successful, after the dogs had cornered % the animal in his den. Abernathy announced that his special wolf was for the president's own sport and would be turned loose for one of the big hunts during Col. Roosevelt's sojourn in Oklahoma. Abernathy was recommended to Col. Roosevelt as a good guide for his hunt in Oklahoma by Col. Cecil Lyon, national Republican committeeman for Texas. The president had made known to Col. Lyon, during one of his visits to the White House, that he expected to hunt wolves in the southwest, and when asked in regard to a ""W" r?/*i i v.r>n immpi-llatplv sncreest ftUlUC, V>WI. "JWi. ? ed that John R. Abernathy would be the most suitable man in the southwest. Without further Investigation the president accepted Col. Lyon's suggestion. Immediately Abernathy asembled a number of cow ponies and a great pack of wolf hounds, arid held them in waiting several days, ready for the president's arrival. Two of these ponies, the property ot' Abernathy, were recently ridden across the country from Guthrie to New York city by the two young Abernathy boys. Fierce Man-eaters. Lobo wolves are the only nolvesln the southwest which will attack mankind. The timber wolves come across from western Texas at certain seasons of the year and are very destructive to stock, as they hunt In packs, and these have been known to attack a man when a pack of them run across a man on foot, but the lobo is said [ to be the only wolf which will attack a lone man without the aid of other wolves. This is only done, however, when the wolf is very hungry and the man is caught alone and unarmed on the range. The loboes in killing stock do not hunt in packs, but in a family or pair, hunt together, and in this case they range alongside the cow or steer, one wolf on each flank, and they drag the animal to the ground. Where a wolf is alone, his mate having been killed, his method in killing a big steer is singularly an easy one. He first cuts the tendons of the steer's hind leg by a sudden vicious snap of his sharp teeth. The steer sinks down and the wolf cuts his throat with another sharp snap. Land Opening was Desired. At the time that President Roosevelt visited Oklahoma the people of the southwestern portion of the state were making a campaign to have the "Big Pnstnrp" (ineneil to white settlement, and they believed his visit would aid them afterward in getting the desired result. A bill was pending at the time In congress, but had failed of passage. The "Big Pasture" contained 1,156 farms of 160 acres each, and, when finally sold, brought to the Indians the amount of $2,500,000, President Roosevelt afterwards advocating the opening of the land, and it was during his administration that it was sold to the white settlers. Today it is one of the best agricultural tracts in the entire state. The president's visit to Oklahoma had the result of making fox, wolf and coyote hunting very popular throughout the southwest, and for several years afterwards hunting parties were frequently organized to hunt these animals. In some sections of OIOIA It honomo o onplofr fnH the women taking part with the men in cross-country riding. As a rule the hunt was planned weeks ahead of time, resulting In several hundred persons, men and women, participating. It also had the result of increasing the president's stock of wolf and bear skins, as for several years afterwards the various hunters took great pride In killing the largest specimens of the animals and sending the skins to the White House. Even Miss Lucille Mulhall, who at that time was achieving a reputation as a cowgirl, succeeded in lassoing a coyote, the skin of which she sent to President Roosevelt. Found Big Wolves Rare. After returning to Washington from his Oklahoma trip President Roosevelt announced that he had found the really big wolves scarce In the southwest. and In writing of his hunt he said: Big wolves are found In both Texas and Oklahoma, but they are rare compared to the coyote, and they are great wanderers. Alone or in parties of three or four, or half a dozen, they travel to and fro across the country, often leaving a district at once If they are molested. Coyotes are more or less plentiful everywhere throughout the west in thinly settled districts, and they often hang about In the Immediate neighborhood of towns. They do enough damage to make farmers and ranchers kill them whenever the chance offers. But this damage Is not appreciable when compared with the ravages of their grim big brother, the gray wolf, which, wherever It exists In numbers. Is a veritable scourge to the stockmen." THE DIMMING CRESCENT. Once All Powerful In Europe, It No Longer Counts. If conditions In Turkey are as bad as they are pictured In London cables, the Young Turks are falling as miserably as did Abdul Hamid and his ministers to prove their fitness for rulership. The Young Turks began well by accomplishing the overthrow of Abdul Hamid by a bloodless coup d' etat, when a bloody revolution might have been expected. By the avoidance of the horrors of a great war they won the favor of Christendom. It was hoped that the atrocities practiced by the gloomy recluse of the Yildiz palace were at an end. But according to the correspondence in Europe the mistreatment of the peo pie 01 .Macedonia ana Aioania nas been indefensible during the last year. The condition of "the sick man of Europe" under Abdul Hamld was such that interference in the interest of humanity might not have been discreditable to the Christian powers. The Young Turk movement developed at the psychological moment. It seemed to promise the cure of the sick man. If it has failed to do so, and continues to record failure the Turkish empire may collapse. The crescent of Islam, as the emblem of a state religion, has been dimming for seven centuries, since the Moors were defeated by Alfonso VIII., of Castile, in the battle of Las Navas de Tolosa. The clan of the Moors, from Damascus to Tours, that threatened the establishment of Mohammedan rule on the shores of the North Sea, and the conquest of the whole of Europe, was an epic event in world annals. According to Gibbon nothing but the genius of Charles Martel prevented Arab fleets from entering the Thames and the Koran from being taught at Oxford. At present the westernmost seat of learning, in which the Koran is taught, is the University of Al-Azhar in Cairo, recently brought to notice by Col. Roosevelt's oration against the Arabs. The country that was called Moghred-el-Aksa"?"The Extreme West"?when the Khalifate of Damascus was a world power is again the extreme west of Mohammedanism. Morocco is a comic opera empire, whose population is very nearly as barbarous as it was when Tarik, the Squint-Eyed led his horde of Africans and Arabs into Spain to overthrow the Goths. Turkey is an undeveloped country, in wincn imiunti icoouitco and road building: are neglected. The rulers have continued during a period of general enlightenment to practice cruelties unknown among the Moslems when Cordova and Bagdad were their western and eastern capitals. The Mohammedans 1,000 years ago were the polite and polished people of the world, devoted to literature and the arts and sciences, as well as commerce, industry and agriculture. Today no Mohammedan population is making any progress save under the rulershlp and protection of Christian nations, and very little progress is being made by them, even in India and Egypt, where the British government prevents interference with their religious beliefs and customs and gives them every encouragement to progress. Turkey is the last important Moslem country. It might, under wise administration, become great. It may, under the kind of government that Abdul Hamid provided, provoke the interference of Christian powers and end its existence as an empire. The Mohammedans were brilliant fighters during the period of their wars of conquest, and at least as chivalrous knights as those who carried a cross into the field. The Riff tribes in their brush with Spain have recently shown the fighting spirit that animated them when the faith of the prophet was first brought to North Africa, and Turkish soldiers have not lacked valor in modern times. But no Mohammedan country has been well governed during the last four centuries in comparison with Christian countries. If the Turks responsible for the government of that country' prove themselves unfit for the task the empire will deserve extinction. No European or Asian country has presented in modern times the picture of the despotism and cruelty of the dark ages that Turkey offered under Abdul Hamid. If the Young Turks can do no better they can not reasonably hope to continue for any great length of time to be permitted to do as badly as the despot they overthrew.?Louisville Courier Journal. THE MT. M'KINLEY PROBLEM On One Side a Combined Water, Arctic and Alpine Proposition. Describing their expedition to Mt. McKinley last summer, Prof. Parker and Belmore Browne say in the December Metropolitan that although it was probably the best equipped expedition from a mountaineering standpoint that has ever been organized in America, the net result of its explorations is a map of a hitherto unknown stretch of mountain wilderness and the knowledge that Mt. McKinley is unclimbable from the south. "We attacked the mountain from no fewer than five different points and in each case were stopped by insurmountable difficulties. We were on the ice fifty days. Mountaineering technicalities had nothing to do with our failure to reach the summit; at each attempt we encountered straight walls of ice and snow that could not be bridged or avoided. 'The problem of climbing the mountain from its southern side is an unusual one?a combined water, Arctic and Alpine proposition. To reach the southern base of the mountain the explorer must navigate for 150 miles a stretch of swift glacial water. "The second part of the trip is through alternate stretches of forest and swamp land which lay at the base of the Alaskan range; the last stage is over forty miles of glacier that stretches from the lowlands to the base of Mt. McKinley itself." ADVENTURE IN A CAVE. Stranded Hunter Battles With a Big 8eal. It was in the autumn of 1892, while on a visit to the Outer Hebrides, off the west coast of Scotland, that I met with the following adventure. The coast along the west side of the Long Island, as it is called, is dotted with Innumerable small rocky islands, which, during the fishing season, swarm with wild geese, ducks, curlew, golden plovers and flocks of the hundred and one varieties of the diver species. Stalking geese, however, is exceedingly trying work. Crawling along on hands and Knees over ruugu, biuuv iuv.no, perhaps, get within a yard of a particular ridge, where you know you can get a shot, only to find that a curlew or plover has been stalking you, and, thinking you have gone far enough, gives his warning signal, which Is Instantaneously followed by the whir of wings?the geese have gone for the day. He Is a lucky sportman who, after nearly a night's vigil, brings home a brace In the morning. On the other hand, he may have the time of his life and bag a score or more. It was on an ezpldltlon of this sort that I left the Bay of Berneray, on board a fishing boat, one autumn morning, bound for the celebrated Seven Hunters Islands, which He twenty miles or so west of that bay. We got there late in the afternoon, and while the three men and a boy who composed the crew were securing the boat and preparing some fishing lines, I got into the dinghy which was towing behind and went off to have a look around. It was a. calm, still evening, and, having rowed round to the opposite of the largest Island of the group, at which we had anchored, I lay on my oars and looked about for signs of life. Suddenly a flock of bluerocks appeared and, after clrcllpg about for a time, entered a cave, or, rather, a fissure, low down In the face of the cliff, which at this spot rose sheer out of the sea to a height of 200 feet or more. Not having noticed the opening In the rock until now, I rowed In to investigate, and found that' a a thp tide was out. and the floor of the cave therefore dry, It would perhaps be an easy matter to catch one or two young birds to send to a friend in England, to whom I had promised a pair. This was an opportunity not to be lost. When landing on a rough shore of this sort a special kind of mooring is used. A rope of about five fathoms or so In length is colled down in the bows, and to one end there Is fastened a stone heavy enough to act as an anchor. This stone Is thrown ashore or into shallow water, as the case may be, and on landing the boat Is given a sharp push, which carries It out and away from any danger of being stove in on the rocks. All this I did and then stepped into the cave. I found it to be about sixty feet in length, twenty in height and of an average of five feet In width, but with walls so polished and smooth, except up above, where the birds roosted, that getting at the pigeons was out of the question. The floor sloped upward from the entrance, so that the high water mark was nine or ten feet short of the extreme end. Here were piled up shingle, seaweed, driftwood, decaying fish and all the odds and j-jrig. litfiimlng linaliv hrtnw Making my way out again, after a leisurely survey, I stooped down to pick up my stone anchor, which was now covered with water, as the tide had risen In the Interval. I was preparing to haul when, to my utter amazement, I found that there was no boat on the end of the line. Looking seaward I saw the dinghy a quarter of a mile off, floating on the tide. It afterward appeared that the man who had put the mooring on board had forgotten or had not troubled to fasten It, so that when I pushed the boat away from the land ing place the line simply ran out ana left the craft free. I was In a tight fix now If ever any one was. However, there was nothing for it but to put the best face on matters and hope that the dinghy would be seen from the smack and that they would set out to search for me. It would only mean a night spent on that heap of decaying seaweed and flsh, I thought. On the other hand. If the wind got up and a surf came on, I should be drowned like a rat In a trap. Gradually I was driven back bj the rising water to the gloom of the inner end of the cave, and although at ink: time of the year the sun scarcely dips below the horizon in these latitudes, and there is little or no night still the cavern was soon buried in Stygian blackness. It would be as near as I could guess between 1 and 2 'n the morning, when I was awakened from an i.ncomfortable doze by an unearthly noise. The echo was so loud >hat a tiny pebble dropping from wh??re the birds roosted sounded like distant volleys of musketry, but this noise seemed to make the very shingle rattle. The cause of it, I soon ascertained, was some animal, indistinguishable in the darkness, which had entered the cave, shaking itself like a dog before quite leaving in the water. In the light of the resulting phosphorescence, which shone marvelously brilliant, it looked to be some huge, weird mammoth of another age. The sudden appearance of such a monster, under such circumstances, unnerved me for a few moments, but on remembering that my chance of life In any case was very small, and that I might as well die game, I got ready my only weapon, a strong, dngle-bladed pockcl-knlfe, and prepared for eventualities. The creature was now rapidly approaching me. its glaring yellow eyes being the only part visible, while Its gruntlngs and breathing reverberated from side to side to the roof of the cave, returning a thousand times intensified, until it sounded like one continual roar. I must have moved, or else it saw me, for with a snarling sort of bark, it seemed to raise itself up as If to pounce on me. Knowing that it was now or never, I struck for all I was worth at the nearest eye. burying my knife to the handle In it. With a wrench that nearly tore my arm out of the socket. I was flung to the ground, losing at the same time my hold of the knife, which I had been unable to withdraw I have no clear recollection of what happened after that. I remember being for a time part and parcel of a terrific whirlwind, in which I was mixed up with stones, seaweed, and other things; and the next thing I recollect Is coming to my senses, with the faint light of dawn creeping into the cave. When I attempted to get up I found I was unable to move, and the effort I made caused me great agony. Some time after T heard the welcome sound of oars and voices, and, fearing lest the rowers might pass the cave, I gave two or three shrill whistles on my fingers, which were immediately answered by the crew of the smack, as the rowers proved to te. They found me with the dead body of a large male grey seal lying across my legs, his teeth burled in a heavy 1 AC r\f waa/1 n KloHo of which had pierced the brain. still sticking In his head. He measured eight feet ten Inches from top to tip. T had escaped lightly, so all my friends assured me. My left arm waa broken In two places, three ribs were fractured, and I had numerous injuries. but youth and a sound constltuf'?n sunn nulled me through, and inside of three months I was as sound as ever. I need hardly say that I gave up the pastime of catching blue rocks for friends, and that my respect for Hallchaerus gryphus has since that day immeasurably Increased.?Wide World Magazine.