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SUNDAY MORNING.
A long *n<i weary day,
Tbe holiday of doubt,
GVd wm 1 when it went it* way,
Abu when the stars shone ont:
For nerer from it* frowning skies
Came peacw or rent in any grnae.
What freedom for my *otil,
What uplift for my prayer,
What larger views, what shining goal
On moorland*, waste aad hare*
What wonder that 1 breathed at lout
Thanksgiving when the hour was past,
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JL& q?K!g
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' £ T KBE the smoke Of Ojo Cnii
l ante. Jim,” Raid the sheriff.
lifting his fagged pony with a
■*■ swing of Ins bridle, “the line
Is only five tulles off now. Hen yonder,
those bare mesquites on that mean?
Hint’s Mexico.”
Jim looked down at the lioof-prlnts,
and, atrlklng Ids Jaded broncho with
the Spurs, said: "If he don’t get a fresh
horse at Ojo Caliente, cnp, we’ll cntcli
him In lews'll two hours. He’s down
to a fox tTot now.”
‘There Isn’t a horse In Calleritc,
■Jim. 1 think he'll stop there. How
many shots have you got, Jim?”
“Seven, cap.”
"And four for me. That, ought to
fetili him." And they floundered over
the hot dun hill mid down Into the
sqtiat, red village of adobes.
Bnt with all his hard riding Captain
Early’s heart wasn’t exactly "In” this
man hunt. He knew Ed THbury-liad
sat In with him at Silver City, Santa
Pe and El Paso, served in the same
posse with him the time Captain Crews
and his rangers crossed the ltlo after
the rustlers, but murder was murder,
and It was “up to” Early to bring Til
bury In. Six aces In oue deck was re
garded as stealing, even In Las Cruces,
imd when Ed unloaded his forty-five
into Biff Hickey, popular opinion sided
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rWBPt
"NOW’S HIS CHANCE FOR A SHOT."
with Tilbury ami most of the boys
disappeared to avoid posse duty. Hut
it was different with Captain Knvly
and his two deputies. Two hours after
Tilbury hit the trail for the border
they were hot after him with fifteen
rounds apiece* good mounts, and no
idea beyond the inevitable necessity
of bringing back tile "murderer" dead
or alive.
But Tilbury bad one of those Cana
dian Rtver horses, as fast as a coyote
it. the.sand and n demon for rough
going. Ed rode him in thb spring froth
Wichita to Oklahoma City, and "gal
loped him clean neross the panhandle,”
then to the Pecos Valley and across
the range hills to I .as Cruces. So the
fugitive’s horse was seasoned. But
Early and his men changed ponies at
Poultney's ranch, roping out their own
stock because the outfit was away
on the drive, and ran Tilbury to cover
before dark in u dug-out by the iron
spring. They got the worst of this,
however, for the rascal winged Jim's
horse and cut a streak across Early's
that sent the beast as lame as a barn
yard duck. As for Thoroughmnn's
pony, it died at the first shot, and the
deputy walked back to Poultney’s as
mad as a rattlesnake.
But Early and Jim clung to the trail,
and now, ns they rode into Ojo Call
rote, a cluster of weather-beaten hov
els of mud, they saw Ed Tilbury at
the far end of the single street, stand
ing by a stranger, and iu the shadows
beside him, almost tottering against
the wall, the staggering, dust-covered,
exhausted horse that had carried him
TWO DAYS.
A brief but sunny day,
The day of song and toil,
Was it some angel came my way.
And touched with holy oil
My eye* that could no more look out
Upon the barren wastes of doubt?
The threads run to and fro,
The wheel of labor turns,
Hut in their throbbing mist aglow
A light effulgent burns,
Faith trims the lamp and bids me view
Horizons that I never knew.
—Boston Transcript.
sixty miles toward freedom. But he
saw them and was np In a second, his
rllie swinging down at them ns he rose
in his stirrups and the game horse
plunging forward as with final des
peration.
"He must have ammunition to burn,”
grunted .Tim ns a bullet whizzed
through his pony’s mane, but Early
had fired twice and missed before they
came alongside the startled stranger.
"Have you got a horse?” the sheriff
was yelling. The stranger looked up
and said, quite slowly: “Yes, sir. That
is, I did have one, but 1 sold It to the
—to the uian you are shooting at. Sec,
here's the money.” And the young
fellow showed a wad of bills in his
hand. Jim grinned a minute without
taking his eyes off the vanishing mur
derer, who was blundering out across
the saml toward the South, but the
sheriff swore as he roared: “Fetch out
your horse, quick. You’ve sold it to an
outlaw. I’m Sheriff Early and I’ve
got a warrant for that fellow. Quick,
(lie horse!”
But the stranger, who looked like a
hoy, though his face was brown with
tan and freckles, ran round Into the
shecj) corral and in another moment,
mounted on a hold-going buckskin
horse, his Winchester ready iri Its scab
bard. came charging after the fugitive.
“He's for getting the reward him
self," shouted Jim.
“Wait! Wait!” bellowed Early.
But the fast-riding youngster, un
sheathing his rifle, looked hack with
a grin and cried: "I’ll get him. cap!
I'll get him!"
“Putty game for a kid,” said Jim.
But Sheriff Early was furious.
"I'm an ass for telling him. He'll
kill Ed or get himself killed!"
As they struggled over the bowlder
strewn trail and slipped hauncliwisc
down into the valley far off on the op
posite hill, they could see Tilbury, still
looking back, bis rifle ready, and be
tween hint and tho Bio Grande only
a nille of knee-deep sand. Then the
staring sands of the dried river bed
and liberty! But between them and
the outlaw rode the boy on the buck
skin liorse. Each stroke of the nimble
hoofs sent a fountain of dust into the
air, each stride brought him nearer to
Tilbury and the hack-pointed Win
chester.
"Now's his chance for a shot,” said
.Tint, watching the murderer flounder
ing up onto the crest of the final bill.
"He couldn't miss him now!”
“He’s just loading his gun,” cried
Early. “See him? He's out of the
dust. Hear it!"
And they saw the white puff of
smoke, and then, echoing sharp and
quick, from wall to wall of the slate
fronted niesns. the crack of the volun
teer's weapon. -
"Got him, by Jove!” igughed Jim. "I
seen his cay use drop, cap!”
As they saw the fugitive's pony drop
and Tilbury scramble to his feet tbe
gheriff and Jim abandoned their own
exhausted beasts, and, seizing their
weapons, rushed up the steep bill for
the capture. But the youth on the
horse went gamely forward, faster and
faster, till he, too, topped the ridge
and disappeared in the wake of the
dismounted outlaw.
“It’d be murder to kill him now,”
panted Early.
“It’s him or the kid, I guess,” an
swered Jim, and, with dust-smeared
faces and bodies muddy with sand and
sweat, they gained the outlaw.
Far down below them, just breast
ing the shallow pool of the dwindled
summer river, they saw the buckskin
horse bearing two riders toward tho
Mexican shore.
"We're done, ain’t we, cap?”
“Done? We're skinned, stuffed and
basted by a blamed kid! That's what
we file.”
Jim stooped over the dead Canadian
-—Tilbury’s worthless hostage to the
law--and said:
“Wonder why the kid killed it, cap?”
“Just a bluff, Jim. Cunnln’ of him,
wasn't it?”
And the sheriff sat down on the
corpse and rolled a cigarette, watching
Tilbury and liis pal disappear Into the
chaparral which lined the haze-dimmed
shore of the "laud of inanana.” They
didn’t say much as they walked back
weary and defeated, to Ojo Caliente,
lint when they came to the red. warped
railroad station and talked to the
squint-eyed agent he told them that
the stranger, the eurly'-hnlred, brown
cheeked hoy, hail come to town but an
hour or two ago.
“He didn’t seem to know nobody,”
explained the agent, “and the on’y
thing I know is I beam him boss
tradin’ with Hint: there chap you was
chasin’, just a few minutes ’fore you
all rid up and begun shoot in’.”
Sheriff Early and his deputy loafed
about the station till half an hour be
fore the east-bound local came along,
and then the agent handed him n small
yellow envelope, with:
“Either o’ you men 'Captain JCarly’s”
And the sheriff read:
“Tilbury's wife on buckskin horse
short cut to Caliente. Men’s clothes.
Frank Hickey.”
“From Biff's brother,” said Early,
handing the dispatch to Jim.
“She’s a brick!” grinned the deputy.
—John H. Raftery, in the Chicago
Record Herald.
Flower* of the Swamp.
What a wealth of rarely beautiful
wild flowers there are in the swamps
and meadows even In July, says Coun
try Life in America the vivid beauti
ful cardinal, the false sunflower, or ox
eye, thelance-leavedorfrugrant golden
rod, the tblmbleweed, the bulb-bearing
loosestrife, hardback, the early purple
aster or cocasli, the iron-weed or flat
top, the arrow-leaved tearthumb, tbe
spearmint, native wild mint and pep
permint,the Maryland ligwort or bee
plant, the great lobelia or bine cardinal
flower, the graceful brook lobelia, tin
soft, feathery, tall meadow rue, the
poisonous water hemlock, the blood
thirsty, round-leaved sundew, the
wicked strnngleweed or common dod
der, the gorgeous Turk's cap lily, the
queer snake-head or turtle-head, the
fragrant bitter bloom or rose-pink, the
attractive meadow beauty or deer
grass, the sea or marsh pink, the marsh
milkwort, the marsh Bt. Johns wort,
(lie white alder or sweet pepperbush,
the lioneset or thorough wort, the climb
ing nonesot or liempweed. the jewel
weed, the pale touch-me-not, the giant
St. Johnswort and two exquisite
orchids, the yellow-fringed orchids and
the white-fringed orchids. The lowest
and the highest, the showy and the
sober, all await to surprise him wlio
searches.
ONI Aj* ami Appetite.
Sir Henry Thompson deprecates in
creased eiiting as a means of keeping
up the strength of those who are ad
vancing In years, and particularly ob
jects to the repeated and general use
of concentrated forms of animal nour
ishment for the aged. Over-nourish
ment in old age is apt to lead to pains
and aches due to the impairment of
excretion, and a long protracted course
of overfeeding will end in an attack
of gout. Even artificial teeth are noi
to lie considered an uumixed blessing,
for by a provision of nature the teeth
begin to decay ami become useless just
when the system begins 1 to thrive with
out much animal food of coarse fibre.
Indigestion, says Sir Henry Thomp
son, Is mostly not a disease, but au ad.
monition. “It is the language of the
stomach, and is mostly an unknown
tongue to those who are addressed.”
It means that the individual has not
yet found his appropriate diet. “There
Is no food whatever which is ’whole
some in itself, that food only Is whole
some which is so to the individual.”—
Baltimore Sun.
Kx|t*me> of the Whit* House.
Aside from the President's salary
and the expense of keeping the White
House in repair, it costs the Govern
ment only about $05,000 to operate the
establishment. Of this amount $50,00P
is expended in the salaries of the thirty
men on the executive payroll, says the
World's Work. These range from n
Secretary to the President, with a sal
ary of SSOOO a year, down to messen
gers and doorkeepers whose- pay is in
some instances perhaps one-tenth that
sum. This remaining $15,000 defrays
all tile other expenses— the replacing
of worn-out office furniture, typewrite!
repairs, stationery and feed for the
half dozen horses in the White House
stables. Of course the executive offics
has the benefit of many economies be
yond the reach of the thrifty merchant
For instance, all official tuaii is
franked, saving appropriately S2O a
day. Special telegraph and cable rates
are also secured.
THE BRUNSWICK DAILY NEWS.
Water Drinking
Best Means of Health
By G. T. Palmer, M. D.
HE human body contains a complete sewerage system in watch
iS ____ 85 poisonous and disease-producing refuse is constantly gather
's JK ing. and jeopardizing the health, says Invention. The same
* L 8 rule which applies to municipal sanitation will also apply
to personal sanitation, and the danger of disease may
@£S;£jf$’S?SKSS he forestalled by flushing out this sewerage system with
an excess of water. Just as truly as the gathering of filth from
the city in the “sewerage veins” endangers the lives of the in
habitants, so the poisons generated by the bodily metabolism, collected
In the excretory organs, will jeopardize the lives of the millions of In
habitants of the body—the living cells. Every action of muscle or of nerve
is accompanied by the destruction of cells, which, if not eliminated, will
accumulate, like clinkers.
Aside from the mere “choking of the flues,” we must bear in mind that
the body is constantly generating poisons, which, if eliminated freely, will
do no harm; but which, if retained, will be productive of disease. Such a
poison is uric acid, which is charged justly with causing rheumatism, gout,
constant headaches, dizziness, and a train of other symptoms, and it must
be seen that if the accumulation of refuse is the cause of such conditions,
the logical means of cure is its elimination. Other "products of matabollsra”
create tbeir own types of disease, and all may be prevented by the free nse
ol water.
A beginning of kidney trouble lies in the faet that people, especially
women, do not drink enough water. They pour down tumblers of ice water
as an accompaniment to a meal; but that is worse than no water, the chill
preventing digestion, and indigestion being a direct promoter of kidney
disease. A tumbler of water sipped in the morning immediately on rising,
another at night, are recommended by physicians. Try to drink as little
water as possible with meals, but take a glassful half nil hour to on hour
before eating. This rule persisted in day after day, month after month,
the complexion* will improve and tbe general health likewise. Mater drunk
with meals should ha sipped, as well as taken sparingly.
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Why Boiling a
Potato is an Art
By Alice Dynes Fealin g, B. S
often hear the remark that some would-be cook "cannot
jp __ _ jj£ boil potatoes.” The truth is. few cooks prepare this dish pvop
"M ly Sag crly. The girl who understands science knows that the potato
Jp, S*J does not boil. The water boils and the heat conveyed by this
medium cooks the starch and softens the cellulose of tho po
•B'xaP'Sy®' tato. Physics has taught her that, under ordinary pressure,
water never becomes any warmer after the ladling point (212 degrees
Fahrenheit, 100 degrees Centigrade) is reached; therefore she allows the
water to remain at boiling temperature until the heat has penetrated*and
cooked the vegetable. Bhe then removes the water at once and iias a mealy,
flaky potato. True, without her knowledge of seleuee, she might obtain
tile same result accidentally. But she is quite as likely to continue the
cooking until the starch is partly dextrlnized and a gummy, sticky ixitato
is the result. The unscientific cook is quite likely to endeavor to hasten the
cooking process by adding fuel to the fire, thus causing violent boiling,
believing that she is thus attaining her object. She may cause the vege
table to break by the mechanical action of the water, or the liquid may
splash over on the stove or pass off in steam, but in no* case is the cooking
accomplished in less time. Thus a knowledge of the simple laws of physics
prevents a waste of fuel, a point in economy well worth consideration.
The True Province
of the Newspaper
By Most Rev. John Ireland, Archbishop of St. Paul.
were to choose where outside the classroom for the general
U’*"ll welfare of humanity 1 should have devotion to truth prevail,
I should name the newspaper. The newspaper is TO-day lire
jj * TT eminently the mentor of the people. It is read by all. It is
TTyyyTT*?' Relieved nearly by all. Its influence is paramount. Its re
sponsibility is tremendous. Us province is to narrate facts—
to give the truth, nothing but the truth, and all the truth; to allow- both
parties to a controversy to he heard; never to palliate or distort; never to
omit, when that which is omitted may be of relevancy in the formation of
fluidic opinion; never to publish the doubtful as certain, the mere gossip
as well-ascertained news; never, above all else, to put before winders errors
and falsehood.
Journalism that is iftnest and honorable is one of the Nation's most
precious inheritances. That which places notoriety and pelf above truth
and virtue, and adopts as Its tactics of war the stunning sensation rather
than the calm statement of facts, is one of the Nation's direst calamities.
Numerous in America is the journalism which is honest and honorable;
hole and tliete Is found that which worships, above all else, notoriety and
pelf. There is here a duty of conscience uud of patriotism for Americans.
May they ever be mindful of that duty.
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The Praise of Science.
By Garrett P. Servlss
A* ENJAMIN FRANKLIN is mentioned in any history of modirn
tilnt ‘ s; Uat'lel Webster in any history of America.
* Thus writes Hr. Edward Everett Hale, in praising some of
(J* y. the great men of our country.
If Y Consciously or not, he has put into one pregnant sentence the
- || y praise of science.
I or. if you ask yourself; “Vi hy does Franklin's name appear
, • histories which omit the name of Webster?” your only reply
Vy-tiy ’ can be: "Because Franklin's scientific investigations and discov
eries have made his name a household word in every civilized
laud, while Webster's political services, great as they were, affected nar
rower interests and stirred the raiuds of fewer people the world over.”
And this is hy no means a solitary instance: on the contrary, it may be
called an expression of a general law. All through human history it has been
so, and not only in modern times. But a very few of the foremost poets nnA
great conquerors have won places as lofty in the temple of fame as*pnl
occupied by the leaders in scientific thought and achievement.
Alexander's name is not more widely celebrated than That of his master.
Aristotle. Homer has not lived longer on men's tongues than Euclid.
Columbus in some respects stands alone, although science may with more
reason claim him than any other branch of human effort.
Is Shakespeare, with bis universal popularity, after all more widely
known or respected than Newton? Would not more histories leave out the
name of Luther than that of Copernicus?
Does not Galileo's fame tower as high as that of his countryman. Michael
Angelo? If no account of the career of uuwikiud could ignore Napoleon and
his victories, as little could it omit La placeand his mathematics.
Put yourself in the place of an intelligent reader 500 years henca looking
back upon the nineteenth century. Would he benold any figure among men
towering higher than that of Darwin?
The presidents and kings, and politicians and fighters, and spinners of
literary gossamer, and blowers of metaphysical bubbles, and hoarders of
gold and banknotes will then present almost a dead level, a little tumbled
perhaps with the excrescences of vanity, above which Darwin's fame will
rise like a pyramid.
Especially let tbe young man, snrred by an honorable ambition to make
the best use of this world’s time and opportunities, remember that as the
ages roll by the poorest figure of all is cut by the mere money-bags the
"king” of this, that or the other form of “industry” and greed. Into the
neaven of lasting fame and honor it is indeed harder for the rich man
to enter “than for a camel to go through the eye of a needle.”
The hope of humanity on this earth is based npon the advance of science.
The human mind instinctively recognizes that fact, and this is the reason
why the name of Benjamin Franklin is familiar in lands where that of
George Washington is seldom heard and that of Daniel Webster is forgot
ten.-—American and T
SEPTEMBER U.
She Ventured.
She ventured in the briny deep
A iittle while ago, .. ,
And veiled lor murder, fire, police:—
A crab had piDched her toe.
And though at that momentous time
Her screams were plainly beard.
Vet when a lobster squeezed her wra.st
She didn t say a word.
—Judge.
A Family Treat.
“I hear you were ‘hard hit’ when you
net Miss Uashley ”
"Not half as hard hit ns I was when
i met her father ”*-New York World.
A rhtlo*opher.
• Say. ilou't nllus be worryin' about
p r next meal! Look it me! I’m
illus cheerful tiukin' about my last
me!”—New York Journal.
Worldly Wisdom.
Father—“ln choosing a wife, one
•liould never judge by appearances.”
Son—“ That’s right Often the pret
:iest girls have the least money!” —
Puck.
I'uir of Them.
Canvasser (entering office) —“I would
like to see the manager.”
Proprietor—“ Which one—the office
boy or the typewriter?”—Chicago
News.
The I*eal Article.
“He is a true phllanthroplsi.”
"He gives a great deal of advice.”
“Yes. But he is usually ready to
accompany his advice with enough
cash to put it on a working basis.”—
Washington Star.
ar In X’alurn'i fleart.
Professor Bughuuter—“Dou't you
love tlic primeval forest. Miss I’oppy
bat?”
Miss Poppybat—“Oh! Of course.
Professor: But then I think a park is
much more stylish.”--Puck.
Netting For Htniftelf.
Customer—“l want fifteen yards of
netting.”
Clerk—“ For mosquitoes?”
Customer—“Naw. y’ idiot! F'r my
self. Tli' mosquitoes have got enough
comforts already ”- Baltimore News.
Kelicn anil Kain.
Mrs. Krank—“Y'es, I'm fond of pets.
1 have five cats and four dogs that
just rule my house.”
Mrs. McCall—“Ah! I’ve often heard
of •reigning cats and dogs.' These
must he the ones.”—Philadelphia Press.
' Hi* Miorceation.
“How < au I make my Hoarding house
more popular?” asked Mrs Bawedge.
"You might,” replied the star board
er. squaring up a bit of steak, "you
might advertise it as furnishing ail the
advantages of a gymnasium.”—Deiroit
Free Press.
One on Cirorge.
“And now, George,” said the blush
ing but practical maiden, “since every
thing is settled and 1 have consented
to share your lot ”
"Yes, darling!”
"Perhaps you'd better see ahont hav
ing a house put on it!”—Bnltiiuora
News.
Worn© Yet.
“I don't suppose there's anything
that makes a woman more angry in
glancing over the report of a social
function at which she considered her
self a prominent guest than to find her
name left out.”
“Unless it is to find tier rival's name
reft in."—Philadelphia Press.
Identified*
“Golly wog? Not a bit of it. Why.
t's Brown’s new motor, with its’speed
shield on and himself oehind it."—New
fork Commercial Advertiser.
IHstruafful Father.
"Herbert has a lovely disposition,"
said Ethel.
"Yes.” answered Ethel's father.
"Herbert's disposition is too lovely. I
shouldn't like to trust your future to
his hands. He is the sort of person
.vho will be imposed on without restat
es it. X have known him to go to a
tall game and not want to fight the
tmpire when he gave an unjust de
cision against the home team.”—Wash
ogton Star.