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1ml i r Aut NEAR OLD GRANADA —Mrs. W. S. Sheffield from Savannah paid her son Orin a visit this week. —Mr. J. J. Nolon has had a squad of boys cutting hay at the Walker place this week. —Dr. J. A. Price came out and vaccin ated all the new boys who had not had all their vaccine. —Harvey Dixon was paroled to his home in Augusta, Ga. this week and we were glad to see him go. —Mr. W. L. Hodges has had a squad of boys grading and back filling on the ditch for the sewerage system. —The boys that receivd boxes from home last week are Bill Salter, Tracey Fulcher, Eugene Heckle, Grady Nunn, Sam Rudd and Weston Bryan. —Mr. W. R. Wright of Augusta, Ga. paid the Institution a visit this week, taking back with him his son Walter Wright and we hope he will make good —We received a visit from Mr. E. Y. Walker Jr. Mr. J. F. Walker, Mr. A. L. Loyd, Mr. C. E. Loyd from Willard, Ga. and Mr. W. D. Loyd, from Mans field, Ga. —Judge R. E. Davison accompained by Captain J. E. Smith and Superintend ent J. M. Burke of the State Prison Farm made a business trip to the Institution this week. —We received four new boys this week. Earl Sherman, from Fairburn, Ga. Asvell Goins, from Griffin, Ga. Raleigh Diamond and Gus Leslie from Savannah. —The school room squad is keep ing very busy these days, and they sure do appreciate having plenty of good blackboards and they have copied nearly everything in the book. Mr. Edgar l.ovvorn has been helping us out in the printshop which joins his school room, and he has given us two new boys to learn the printing trade and we hope they will make good at it. —We received a visit from Mr. M. C. Harrington from Milledgeville, Ca. Mrs. G. E. Harrington, and daughter from Atlanta, Ga. Miss Marion Whit- ^ taker, of Milledgeville, Ga. also ' Mr. Ralph Jones from Atlanta, Ga. —We received the window guards for the third story Thursday and Mr. E. B. Cochran has had a squad of boys put ting them in this week and we hope they will finish them soon so as we can move into the new dormitories. L The Indurtrial School Magazine Golden. Colo. 3E 3G EttDBsJ! One of the most important stat ions on the old Santa Fe r r ail was Fort Aubrey, a clutter of five or six adobe structures which years ago with the relentless wrenching of civilization, striking down as it does, all the dear landmarks in its cruel tread. In the middle sixties when the famous.old route was in the zenith of its unparalleled glory, James Anderson and Walter Stickney, two enterprising fdllowv, fresh from tlie east, came along and set up a hotel at the Aubrey crossing of the Arkansas, a few miles we>t of Choteau island and not far from the present town of Garnada in Prowers county. The money they made catering to the appetites and thirsts ol the great hungry horde passing over the trail on its ebb and tl >w like the tides of the ocean will never be known for they kept no accounts and it made no difference anyway far we bad no banks in those days and a man’s credit, if he needed any, was bound up in his personal honor. One day as the wings of the morning came slanting softly in over the eastern rim of the sand bills, Walter Stickney saw a stray calf out on the range a mile or so from t be fort and desiring to possess such fine makings for a good dinner saddled his pony ana sallied forth to rope the poor little thing. •‘You had better look out for Injuns,” admonished Mark Fro'-t. station master at Fort Aubrey, but the warning was unheeded by the gallant Stickney who said he guessed he knew all about Injuns and there wasn't a band o! them wi’hin a hundred miles. Wise men are often the victims of their own folly and Stickney was just brash enough to defy toe devil when it came to a scrap at close range. He roped the dear little cri'ter deserted there on the lone prairie and was coaxing it along gently, like, so as not to give it too great a jolt, when ■suddenly from out of a close-by arroya in regular Indian fashion there arose like so many ghosts in the gloaming a party of Kiowa bucks under White Horse. They lei our a, yell as long as a telegraph line and began throwing in their arrows wi*h that lightning rapidity which the white men could never understand. It was a perfect hail ot winged shafts from twang ing bows and Stickney, whose motto was never to sav die nor lie down in the middle of the pike, spurred up the ponv and sailed away for the settlement as lively as a humming bird seeking its lady love. He forgot all about the poor little calf bitched at the other end of his lariat and came tearing on like a hat out of Hades, the dim inutive boefus trailing along behind like the traditional tail of Little Bopeep’s unhappy sheep. Little calfy had its neck brokjn at the first jump and Stickney. never thinking of anything but his, own precious scalp, came bowling on dragging the carcass clear into camp without knowing that he hid a dead passenger on behind. ‘•W! >V didn’t you cut the rope?” ttsked 'Bill Sullivan, w ho like the father ot the prodigal son witnessed the performance from a far “Oh,” replied the truthful Stick ney. “1 knew them Injuns were just starving for a calf dead or alive and I didn’t want them to have it alter playing such a trick on me.” “ vVas that it?” broke in the old stage driver, Sandhill George Cur rier, as he pulled out his old butch er knife, cut the calf’s throat and proceeded to skin it “You bet Curly will give us a good dinner to day” and she did while Wal er Stickney was hero that dav. Sand hill George however had to butt in on the joy of the occasion by brag ging about himself as an Indian fighter. “(jive me.” he said, “a gunny sack lull ol buchshot and an "hi musket and 1 will clean out evt rv Injun on \I e plains." He may have meant what hesiid j but nohodv believed him fur lie was always shooting the head of the I bovine herd and hitting no tiling more warlike than a prairie dog tan You Imagine A Time Wjiep TK* Future CJtije* Wilt ^ \ THm?? 1 P»*t? ***•