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THE FORT MILL TIMES
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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.
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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
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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?"
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REAL BEAR STORY '
SENT ffiOMOREGON
Thrilling NarVative Told by Two
I Boys.
BRUIN M^KES ESCAPE
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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- ?..
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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."
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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;
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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.
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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.' "