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W ' \ THE FORT MILL TIMES _ Published Every Thursday. FORT MILL, 80UTH CAROLINA. If science can evolve a stlngless bee, -why not a voiceless cat? Take your choice, hubby, when tbe parlor rug comes out Beat It or beat It "Skirts will be worn tighter than ever," says a fashion expert How can they?" "Woman Goes Over Niagara Falls on Pleasure Trip," says ? headline. HOw enjoyable! Do you think that the man who la I always telling how to manage a worn- j an. ever tried It? If Frledmnnn's vaccine shall be established. the turtle will take Its place alongside the cow. What an awful calamity It would be If the leading baseball players should contract wrlter'B cramp! Ixmg silence by a man at a telephone may not Indicate wire trouble. Mayb3 his wife's at the other end. I Twenty-three hundred love letters were found among the effects of an Australian bachelor. Evidently he either had to die or marry to stop them. Some men would like to have a Job picking the blossoms off a century plant at $10,000 a year, If they couldn't get the Job of boiler Inspector. In payment of an election bet a man is to lead a donkey from Portland. Me., to Portland, Ore. His companion In the "hike" is Biugularly well chosen. Announcement that pythonB have Increased in price five dollars a foot need cause no uneasiness, as a very small helping would be enough for anybody. Utah pvldpntlv unntu tr\ InnroaDa l?o population with its reward to mothers of ten dollars for the first child, and seven dollars for each additional consumer. With a buffalo on the new nickel, don't feel called upon to shirk hustling for the coin. The "hump" is on your side of the fence Just us much sb it ever was. The pursuit of ferocious African animals is urged as a distraction for brair fag. Looking a large Hon in the eye is well calculated to dislodge all other thoughts. A New York patriot has issued a pamphlet that we should speak American. a greater name for the greatest language. What's the matter with talking United States? A hobo is reported to demand of Los Angeles jailors that he be permitted to take four baths a day. Possibly he is working for a permanent berth in an insane asylum. The new nickel has evoked much unfriendly criticism, yet the coin might have been a grent deal worse. Suppose some cubist had been allowed to furnish the design for It One pleasant thing about a cold Is the large variety of delightful cures It brings to one's attention, and the patient can generally try them all before the cold gets tired and quits. The common notion that talk Is cheap will have to give way before the figures of the Hell telephone system, which announce gross receipts of $199,200,090 for a single yeur. An eastern divine remarks that the world is growing better day by dny. How about the nights? It is quite Indicative thnt when a girl speaks of her corsetler that her father makes at least $f>,000 per annum. and also when she speaks of her Parlslenne corsetiere, daddy has got another raise. The complaint of the New York lady that on an Income of $18,000 u year she had to help in the housework is expected to arouse sympathy and commiserutlon only among the "Ldttle rothors of the Rich." The cartoonists these days are wielding the pencil to portray spring buds. About the best spring buds in the minds of women, however, are those seen In the millinery departments marked $49.98. Here and thero you will see a resourceful young inun wearing one of those green hats nnd trying to escape, avoid, or minimise the deep daraotion thereof by having the bow Bhifted from the back to the side. In the case of the Arkansas man whose skull was trepanned with a hammered out dollar, it Is a case of a plugged dollar being a good one. Consideration for nerves of others should be felt by the Prince of Wales when he begins those lessons on the bagpipe to strengthen his lungs. The countess D'Lasteyric has bag ged fourteen goats shooting with her left hand. Not so remarkable when tt Is considered that some people gel goats bands down. / \ \ % LOST STAGE COACH Had Been Buried in the Sand Forty Years With Its $30,000 Treasure. By 8ELINA LILLIAN MIGGINS. "You must not be discouraged, Abner," spoke Mrs. Waldron in her patient, sympathizing way. "I'm not, mother," was the prompt but infinitely weary response. "It is not the loss of business, home and friends. What worries me is the fact that after all my sacrifices, I shall not be able to pay my creditors in full. It is a pretty heavy load for an old man like me to carry." "Remember the promise: 'On whom God's hand resteth, hath God at his right hand.'" ADner waldron tried to smile bravely, kissed the dear old patient face of his helpmeet, and left the house for his accustomed stroll. It had ceased to seem like home for a week past, for it was scheduled to follow the rest of hlB possessions and go towards paying his debts. He had done very well In a business way, until a smooth, smart city promoter had come to Albion. His father, James Waldron. the banker, had come to the little Michigan town 50 years since. He had left the son some money, and Abner had built up a profitable manufacturing business. Then the promoter had filled his mind with expansive Ideas. He had branched out, the sleek schemer had reaped a rich harvest, and then?failure. Abner had turned over every penny he had In the world. It paid up everything except a few thousand dollars. Mrs. Waldron had in lier own right a small farm In an adjoining county. They had decided to go there, and were now on tl*B eve of departure. "It's the older children, Richard and Maud, that I care about," the thoughtful bankrupt had told his close friends. "The boy can earn his own living, the girl has a fine education, and - can do the same. But you see, both are engaged. I expected to give them a good start in life. Now, the weddings must be postponed. It seems as though my foolish Ideas of becoming a mil It Wai ? Great, Lumbering, Old-Fashloned Vehicle. llonalre havo driven happiness away from everybody who had anything to ! do with me." Abner evaded meeting his neighj bors, and took a lonely route out of I town. He was soon among the sand hills. He wanted to think, plan out resignation for the present, contentment for the future. It was a great sand district about Albion. Lying I along the lake shore, air currents had piled up great yellow mountain*} of the shifting particles. One wind storm would build up a great hill in a night. A second from a contrary direction would obliterate this nature-building within an hour. Abner gat in among the dunes, and sat down amid as lonely and desolate u scene as could well be Imagined. The bleak environment chilled him, but at the same time quieted." Alone and undisturbed, he reviewed all the past. Ho bravely faced the future. After all, it would be rest and peace after turmoil and strife. The small er children would bo happy an? ; comfortable, and the little farm might bring in enough *o help him to pay eventually the debts that harassed his sensitive nature like a millstone about his neck. A cheerful reaction took place In i Abnor's mind, as he reflected that after all his was not the worst condi| tion In the world. He had a loyal, helpful wife and loving, obedient chll1 dren. From a more comfortable att? tude of mind bis thoughts idly drift ed. and he fell to dreaming over events in his past. life. Then in a whimsical way a story of the long ago came to j his memory. His father had been well nigh ruined right among these treacherous sand hills nearly 40 years since. The event was the sensation of the hour through the whole district. James Waldron had removed his little country bank j to Albion from Sankatuck in the next county. Over $30,000 In gold had been carriod in locked iron boxes in an old stage coach. Its driver had lost his way among the sand hills, a great storm had come up, and he wai blown from his seat against a rock and rendered Insensible. When he came back to consciousness the stage coach, the horses, the ) treasure, had disappeared. There waa a search all over the country. It brought no results. With difficulty the banker met the great loss. It was generally decided that robbers had driven the treasure away, stage and all, and no trace of the outfit was ever found. The sky had darkened while Abner Bat dreaming. A cyclonic gust nearly swept him off his feet as he got up to make a start for home. A blinding rain of sand cut his face. Abner walked briskly forward, but several times in his up and down hill progress he went headlong as the saad slides took him off his footing. "This is getting Berious!" he exclaimed, as he slid nearly the length of a hill, to land in a gully between two towering mountains of sand. He tried to reascend. It was like breasting an avalanche. The cut was Ailing up fast. At one time the sand was up to his kneeB. "Why! I phall be engulfed! It is like quicks&nd!" he reflected in vivid alarm. His situation was truly critical. He , knew that unless he got out of what was a natural funnel for the tornado air currents, he was lost. He struggled on. came to a turn in the gully, and dimly made out a slanting mass of gnarled tree roots. Abner ran to It, slipped, a cavity was revealed, and he dropped into darkness fully 20 feet. The breath was nearly knocked out of his body, and it was some time before he could arise to his feet. Ho stood on a sandy foundation, apparently of some large sheltered void, it was so dark he could not make out i its extent, Qroping along, he landed against a post. Then it occurred > to him that he had come upon one of the many sand submerged houses swallowed up in some tornado years before. Once he had Btepped into a chimney, all that was left visible of one of these engulfed structures. Abner waB a smoker. He therefore carried matches, and feeling in his pocket for one, drew it forth and flared it. Then, transfixed, he strained his gaze, wondering if some Aladdin touch had suddenly created a fairy scene for deluded senses. Before him was an open shed supported by posts. Hack of it was a great, lumbering, old fashioned vehicle. Attached were the skeletons of a team of horses. Thrilled, amazed, in utmost a shout the electrified observer gasped out: "The loBt stage coach!" Yoh, it could be no other?it was no other. Bike lightning through his bewildered brain ran a theory eluci- ! dating ull the mystery of 40 years and mnr? To this shelter on the night the bank was moved the horses had i strayed, to be enveloped, swallowed | up in the great winding wreaths of sand, past rescue and sight until now. ' More matches, a closer inspection, ! and there, intact, just us they had I been originally stowed, were the iron boxes. Abner found the bunk treasure?his by right of disepvery, his by right of legal inheritance. So all the dark cluuds passed awny. Drooping root ends enabled the adventurer to regain the open air when the sand storm was over und the family roof was saved, and soon there were two Joyful weddings. (Copyright, 11)13. by W. Q. Chapman.) BUYING BOOKS BY THE TITLE Two Historic Examples to Show That This Is by All Means a Dangerous Practice. In the titles of books lie at times pitfalls for the unwary. An almost classic exnmplo was afforded by John Rlialrin wVior, U 1 Or. 1 U_ _ I .......... <> ue.i, i>. lo<ii, uc MTUIU it short pamphlet on the text, "There shall be one fold and one shepherd." This, which treated of the reunion of ; the Protestant churches, was published ns "Notes on the Construction of Sheepfolds"?a title which, appealing rather to the agricultural than to the clerical minu, insured a brisk circula- j tion among farmers?those of the bor- ! dor especially?many of whom ordered a cop,) hi the hope that they might glean therefrom some original hints | and ideas that would be of use to them in their calling. The bucolic mind, indeed, would seem singularly predisposed to jump to hasty conclusions, for English farmers followed but in the wake of their Irish brethren?or rather of their Irish brother, who. an enthusiast on the subject of cattle breeding, greeted with delight the appearance of a little volume by Mariu Edgewortli. bearing the title. "Essay on Irish Pulls." Although the namo of the authoress was to him unknown, the contents would doubtless. he considered, be well worth the Tew shillings ho so willingly disbursed; but. nlas! although the spirited engraving of rampant Taurus that prefaced tho essay gave delightful promise, he had but to read a few lines to find that he had become possessed of a treatise, not on bovine ruminants, but on that particular "blunder which Is commonly supposed to be characteristic of the Irish nation." Would Not Be an Actress. L.lttlo Mary, aged sweet fifteen and stage struck, la^ down her knitting with a sigh one night and said: "Ah, mother, how I'd like to be one of those great actresses or singers on the stnge!" "Would you?" said the mother uneasily. "I don't know. It's an unhealthy business, isn't it?" "Why is it?" asked the daughter. "It must be," said the mother. "Don't you always see their names In the paper telling how they've been taking tonics and patent medicines and I so on?" / REAL BEAR STORY ' SENT ffiOMOREGON Thrilling NarVative Told by Two I Boys. BRUIN M^KES ESCAPE 4? Animal Digs Tunnel Through Snow for Miles -r- Accidents Befall Youths, and lin Melee Bear Makes Escape and Gets Home to Wife. Ashland. Ore.-j-The most thrilling bear story that haB leaked out In Southern Oregon JTor some time comes \ from Juck Bailey, and Fred Dodge. It 1 Is bo remarkable that the boys Insist on changing Jack's name to Davy ; Crockett and Fred's name to Kit Car- > son. Jack and Fred heard that a bear was devastating the country over near Gregory and snortipg for a fight they went over to see about It. The snow was "nine feet deep on the level" and four feet deep on the dead, so the boys tooks their snowghoes along?together with gunB and axes and chewing tobacco and grub. They found the bear's trail nil right and followed It In the soft snow for eighty iods. Suddenly It disappeared ?no bear, no trail, n? cave, no hollow leg. no nothing. The trail apparently ended In deep snow.) Apparently the bear wag traveling tyy airship or had drowned in the snowjand sunk. JuBt about that tlfcne Fred noticed that there was a hole in the snow where a new trail bclgan. With fear and trembling and both guns at full cock they got down find looked Into the hole. It led Into a tunnel in the snow that ran back under a lot of bushes which held the heavy layer of snow off the ground. After a consultation the boys figured j that as the trail appeared at both ends of the tunnel the bear probably wasn't In It Hflfl thov mnunH nn olnnn- ?.. ? ? ' I ter In the snow for another half nolle. Here they found another tunnel entrance Into which the trail disappear- | ed. They searched for half a day, but found no outlet or other end to this tunnel. The boys drew straws to see which j should crawl into the tunnel and scare | the bear out. The lot fell to Fred, and ho prepared for the Job. Laying off his snowshoes and clinging his trusty bowte knife in his best set of teeth, he entered the tunnel, .lack took up , his station on a slight rise of ground bc3tde a small fir tree and kept a sharp lookout for the bear to come Ran Completely Over Them. browsing out through the top of the snowdrift, with Fred clinging to his tail. While he was waiting he lifted one foot to knock the ashes from his pipe and the other foot broke through the snow. Vie was standing directly on top of the tunnel. As he went down his free snow shoe caught on a snag of the fir tree and Jack hung suspended head downward In the tunnel with snow all about him. Fred had Just | about crawled up to the point In the tunnel and heard the commotion. Of j course he thoght it was the bear and [ hastened to the fray. Fred grabbed Jack by what he J thought was the bear's tail and Jack of course grabbed Wed In a death grapple, thinking he was the bear, j The tunnel was now so full of snow I that neither could see and they put < up a fight then and there that will go j down In history ns the gem of the j j Slsklyous. About that time the snag I broke and Jack fell Into the tunnel. : Jack still thought Fred was the bear, j und hung on for dear life. Wkiln . i ?- ? T line IGU ??n ll villi; lO Bpil me | Bnow out of his mouth and Introduce ' himself, the real bear?which had been nsleep a mile and a half down the tunnel?heard the commotion and waked up. In its haste to #cot out of the tunnel nnd get back home before Its wife waked up and missed it, it | ran completely over Fred and Jack and knocked two more panels of the tunnel down on their heads. In the mix-up the boys were Jarred loose from each other and stood up, but by the ttme they had clawed the snow off themselves so they were recoRnizable. It was dusk and the bear was on th? home stretch over near the Hungry Creek mines, seventeen miles away. In Utah. "Aro you the lady of the houseT* "I'm one-seventeenth of her." ' I taimd iVgITMS3 . Uncle Sam's Postal Mac (VVH/Vr TH'-0 WASHINGTON.?Consider the new postal machine. If Solomon could see that machine he would have to sit down In all his glory and blue-pencil a certain editorial about?but never mind. The Door man Is dead. The Inventor who made it Is doubtless at work, this very minute, on a later model that will put George on the scrapheap?of course, the machine may now be named George. It Just ought to be, because It does everything. Doubtless, also, the wise men in charge are up to George's every Bcrew and cogwheel, but? To one plain, business-lacking Ann woman who got a port hole peep through the. depositor's window department's latest looks like a kitchenette oven in partnership with a top roll piano player, with an organ grinder crank on one Bide, and a pedal down In front of the roaster that bites paper like a parrot bites Augers? when It gets a chance. As well as she could see through the nice clerk's back, he doesn't havo to rummage any more in that box of yellow envelopes until he comes to the one with your number and then dab it with a rubber stamp. What Two Vanity Fair Gi APDAIN, stout woman was crossing the cobbles of a street down town. It was a street broken out all over in a business rash of secondhand clothing and noisy with foreign tongues. The woman herself had the saffronglazed skin and soot-black hair of another land than ours. Her shabby black gown was somber enough for a chief mourner, except for an outb st of red on her breast, and her head was partly covered with a rusty lace shawl. / v niuuHuiiu ouier bioui women in shabby black with shawls over their heads might have crossed the street without attracting attention. ThiB one was the exception. And it is the exception that counts. Two young women of Vanity Fair, who' must have been making a short cut for somewhere to account for such style in so dubious a quarter, stopped short at sight of the woman with the saffron skin, the rusty black with its red rose and the lace shawl. "Look at that, will you! Did you ever see anything so picturesque off the stage? If I could look lif.e that woman I'd spend the rest of my life with a 6hawl ou my head." "I^et's start it. Grandina'e got a lovely lace shawl. It's white, but she Presidential Girls Go Al UNTIL Washington gets used to tho members of the president's family society and tho attendance at public places are liable to get right fussed up. The first appearance of the three Misaes Wilsons at a theater alone occurred one afternoon recently, when they went to the play house to hear a noted pianist. They came in tho White House automobile, which has the coat-of-arms of the I'nlted States on the doors and on the big ornamental front piece. They left their three fur coats in the nuto and were shown by tho ushers through the publtc entrance to the theater. Presently some This Wise Politician Pla; j % a| T does not pay to try to train 1 with both sides in the political game. You are liable to get caught." said Representative Morse of Wisconsin. "In order to understand the point you must know the extremely bitter fight In my state between the standpatters, of which a certin senator is a lender, and the progressives, with which wing of the party I am affiliated. "Not long ago a candidate for the posti.iaBtership at the town of X sent me the following telegram: " "I have always supported your wing of the party. I have always trained with the regulars. ! want your support for the post office at X. I'lcase do what you can for me.' "I was very much mystified nt the message. I could not understand why he should use as an argument for my support that he was a regular. I I Ait' / :hine Performs Wonders * He lptft fjpnriro rin It All the nice clerk has to do now la to play a little fandango on the top roll piano, take a crisp note from the oven, turn the organ crank, make the pedal thing snap a round bite out of your certificate, and?and? But, maybe. It might be more relia- i bly satisfactory for you to go your 9 own self to the postal window with a / nice littlo bill and tell the clerk you p want to belong. You mustn't get f nervous. For while he Is a clerk who f looks clever enough to wiite a law book, there Is also a something about him that makes you know he could be tagged for playgrounds and scouts. And you can stand up like a soldier and tell your truly age. He will never breathe it, for two reasons. One Is official reference. The other is that he doesn't care a cahoot. If you are a prosaic person with eyes like that hawk that lends Itself so accommodatingly to sigh-comparisons, you will see In George merely an Invention which will do things for the clerk, but? If your mathematical capacity permits you to put two and two together and make five of it, the new machine takes on the aspect of that other George, who is there to help you down your wolf, as once ho downed hiB own dragon. And to have help in yojr battle with the wolf means something. If you have ever glimpsed the sharp white of his teeth. N. 13.?It is alwayH safest to hedge. Maybe the machine Isn't bo brand-new, after all, except to the woman. And to Solomon. rls Saw in the Ghetto might let us have it dyed." j "Silly! Haven't you been wear! ing scarfs right along? My silver j gauze isn't a patch on that old lace thing. I'll bet It's full of holes." mW i "It iBn't the veil, it's that odd red flower. If Bho makes r red rag look liko that, wonder what she could do with these sweet peas?" Tho Btylish two started on, and the other woman sauntered along on the sunny side of the street. The blood red flower glowed in dramatic ' contrast to its somber setting, but it was the rusty lace shawl that made j her different from that thousand othj er women. j For in the lace mantilla of her country is folded the romance of old Spain. The mystery of its grace cannot be learned from a fashion page. It must be taught in Spain. And by way of a first lesson one must be born there. Dout the City Unattended kid discovered the White House auto in front of the theater, and informed the ushers. Then there was a great confusion of voices. Consternation reigned supreme among the theater employes when they discovered that the ladles of the White House had passed unknown through the public entrance of the theater instead of going by the inside entrance. They had taken their places in a box. however, and so nothing could be done. The | young ladies were attired very handsomely Miss Margaret Wilson, wearing a dark blue costume, with a brown straw hat with taupe feathers; Miss Jessie Wilson, In a charming street dress of black oharmeuse trimmed in bands of fur, and Miss Eleanor Wilson ' in a costume of white lace and black satin, over which she wore a long coat. Miss Jessie Wilson was decidedly picturesque in a big white felt hat worn with her black costume, which had'for a trimming white coque plum age, and the brim underlined with black velvet. /ed the Game Both Ways "I was enlightened, though, very shortly, for 1 received a second message. It read: 'Telegrapher made a mistake. Message Intended for you sent to Senator . He has yours.' "On exchanging telegrams with the l senator, I found thein very similar. His rend: " '1 have always supported your wing of the party. I have always trained with the progressives. I want your support for the post office at X Please do what you can for me.' "