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To thine own seif be trne,and it will folh w, as night the day, thou cans’t not then be false to an; man.”
VOL. IX.
LINOOLNTON, GrA , THURSDAY, APRIL 10.1002.
NO. 45.
IF YOU SI ILL SMILE.
Ii^t others sneer if you still senile
And puiise me lor the things I do,'
I’ll still endeavor proudly while
All others sneer, if you still smile—
Yea, I’ll £o bravely on. and i’ll
Be splendidly rewarded, too.
Though others sneer, if you still .smile
And praise me for the things I do.
—Washington Star.
4 Romance of
4 Geronimo’s Daughter.
The daughter of Gcronimo, the most
Implacable foe that the white man
-ever had, whose visit to the Trans-
Mississippi exposition here is remem
bered, will wed one of the hated race
—that is now authoritatively announc
ed.
Lola, the “Red Rose of the Forest,"
as her people called her, will marry
Houston A. Ward, one of the wealth
iest and most accomplished young
men in Southern Texas.
And this happy culmination grows
out of a singularly beautiful romance,
one scene of which is blood-curdling
and exciting enough to form the nucl
eus of a highly successful melo drama.
It was while flying for life from’a
prairie fire and a herd of stampeded
steers that the love of the young cou
ple was first revealed, and in such
dangerous surroundings was their
troth plighted.
Houston A. Ward, who is certainly
eager to become the son-in-lav/ of one
of the most notorious Indian chiefs
that ever shed blood on the borders of
Arizona, is the son of old Shanghai
Ward, a famous mustang king of the
RWorande country.
itjE^T^inan died a few years ago,
J^rr°^l» 0 8l£i son - a - $P le S^y f< W*
tune in kMS^ntistangs and "cattle.
Young Ward’s boyhood was divided
between Texas and Illinois. He usu
ally spent the summers on his father’s
ranch, and the winters in the north,
where ho attended school.
As the result of this simple career
he possessed a fine education and ne
Is rather proud of certain trophies won
on the playgrounds and a diploma
won in the class-rooms of the college
at Campaign, Ill.
Last summer the grass was scarce
in the Rio Grande valley, and Houston
Ward shipped some 400 or 500 head of
cattle to the Indian Territory.
Finding abundant pasture lands, the
young man remained for some time in
the vicinity of Fort Gill, where he
made the acquaintance of the pretty
Indian girl who will sone become his
wife.
The gallant Texan frequently sought
the company of the dusky belie of the
border, often dancing and riding with
her, but he now says that he did not
know that he loved her until one even
ing he found her fingers in his hair
and upon opening his eyes, in flame
and smoke, he felt the earth trembling
beneath his feet, while his ears were
filled with noise of a cyclone.
Houston Ward had been riding
about over the prairie looking at his
cattle, and, becoming tired, he dis
mounted and lay down on the grass in
the shade of a tree, leaving his pony
to graze at will.
He soon fell asleep and his pony-
wandered off to mingle with a large
herd of cattle and a big drove of
horses that were not far away.
The grass was very tall and most of
•it was dead and dry. Either some
careless cowboy dropped a match oi
a spark from a hunter’s gun set the
prairie on fire. A strong breeze was
’blowing from the north and, as usual
in such cases, ' it looked as if the
flames increased the commotion in the
air until a wind storm was driving the
rapidly spreading fire before it.
The great herd of Texas steers
stampeded the instant they scented
danger and started south, bellowing
with terror. The horses caught the
contagion and mingled with the fly
ing steers, snorting as if a pack of pan-
-thers were at their heels.
There were about 500 full grown
Texas steers in the herd and seventy-
five or eighty head of horses.
This moving mass of frightened ani
mals started straight toward the tree
under which the sleeping Texan was
lying, wholly unconscious of danger.
Old Geronimo’s daughter, mounted
<on a magnificent horse, was riding
•across (>e prairie when the fire broke
■out and she saw the animals stampede.
No one knew why she happened to b :
there cr how she knew that the hand
some young Texan was lying under j
the bone tree asleep.
She saw the maddened herd, driven
by a sea of flame, rushing furiously
onward toward the place where young
Ward was lying, and knowing that his j
horse had strayed away and that no j
earthly power could turn the living :
wave of terror aside, she struck her !
horse with the whip and rode straight j
toward the rapidly approaching herd.
When she reached the tree, the ;
front rank of the mad steers was not |
twenty steps away. The flames were I
leaping in the air over the backs of
the animals in the rear, and the wind :
was blowing a cloud of smoke and
dust above them. Horns were crack
ing and horses were neighing.
Ward was just beginning to move
when the Indian girl bent over the j
side of her quivering horse and seized i
his hair.
“Up quick!” she shrieked, “the '
■world is on fire.”
He sprang to his feet and compre- !
bended the situation at a glance, he '
first thought of ascending the tree, but
doubting whether he could perform the I
feat, he yielded to the girl’s hand and j
quickly sprang upon the horse behind
her.
As the noble animal turned the
horns of th steers crushed against the
tree and several of the big grutes fell
headlong, rolling over the very spot
where the rescued man had been ly
ing. Their carcasses were trampled
to jelly by the sharp hoofs of the liv
ing herd.
The sure-footed horse bore the In
dian girl and the Texan away at the
top of his speed, but more than 500
head of furious beasts were close to
his heels and it was four miles to a
place of safety.
“Ride straight to the river.” shout
ed Ward, as soon as he was able to
command his voice.
I know, I know.’gj r i. j
steers would stop to coo! their parched
tongues, and when the horse had
crossed the river he pressed a kiss on
the Indian cheek <and whispered to
her:
“You have saved my life, and it be
longs to you.” j
&nd he will keeihis word.—Omaha
World-Herald.
THE MOUNTAIN-LION.
The American Mouniai„.l.ion the Cham
pion JtouKli-niKl,Tumble lie liter.
From a story ijn St. Nicholas we.
clip this description of the old-time
mountain lion:
There was a time when the American
mountain lion was cue of the most for
midable.animals iii the world. The cat
is the masterpiece, of nature; and the
mountain lion was;one of the most ter
ribly armed and powerful of the cat
family. It was a compact mass of
hard and tough ^inusele and gristle,
with bones of iror,, strong jaws, sharp
teeth, and claws Jike steel penknife
blades. It was prodigiously strong,
lithe, and quick, covered with a mail
coat of loose skiiji that was as tough
as leather. It upd the temper of a
demon, and was Jnsatiably bloodthirs
ty. Withal, it ha:) the proverbial nine
lives of the cat tribe. ,
Against such ar animal it was hope*-
s. It was said, in
Of 40 years ago. that
“three British mastiffs can pull down
a full grown Asiatic lion.”' Perhaps
they could; bf dghey would have been
tackled a full "grown
;in lion 'of that time,
e “pulled dyrwn” by
he had oeeh “pulled
exactly the position
ht best. With his
■y the earth, -and all
fed paws flying free,
less to match do
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pretty soon,” she added.
The earth seemed to tremble as if j
convulsed by an earthquake and the
air was filled with a roar more ap
palling than the noise of the cyclone.
Ward turned his head and he was
surprised to see the red eyes of the-
mad brutes and their white horns al- !
most at his horse’s tail.
Striking the foaming flank of the ;
horse with his hat. he shouted:
“On, on, Lola, or we are lost!”
She turned her head and looked into
his eyes.
“Let me slip off,” she whispered.
’’The horse could save you; I am too i
many.”
The Texan comprehended her mean- !
ing. and in that moment of peril ne j
realized that the indian girl loved him. !
Fearing that she might execute her !
suggestion and sacrifice herself to save !
him, he instantly grasped her in his j
arms, and it was in that moment of !
peril that their trc.. was plighted.
The horse came upon smooth ground
and in a short time he began to get j
further away from the herd.
"Right there,” says the Texan, “1 ;
made up my mind to love that little j
Indian girl forever, and I resolved
mat, if we escaped the danger that •
pursued us, I would do everything in !
my power during life to make her ■
nappy.”
The noble horse continued to in- !
crease the distance between liis bee's i
and the sharp horns of his pursuers
until he again encountered rough
ground.
Ward at this moment for the first
time, thought of his pistol, and hur
riedly drawing the weapon he poured
a stream of lead into the faces of the
cattle.
He was gratified to see that the pro
gress of the herd was slightly retard
ed by the bodies of the several ani
mals that he killed.
Again the heroic girl suggested the
idea of sacrificing herself to save the j
man she loved.
“If the horse falls,” she said, “ you
must lie close to him and the cattle j
will jump over you.”
“It was evidently her intention."
says Ward, in referring to the matter,
"to stand on the body of the horse in ■
case he fell and make an effort to j
frighten the steers while I crouched oy '
the side of our exhausted steed.”
The horse had no notion of falling. |
Once more his heels came in contact j
with clear ground and he carried hi3 j
burden in triumph to the brink of the
little stream.
Ward turned his head and with a
shout of exultation he threw his hat
in the faces of the lenders of the stam
peded herd as the horse plunged into
: the water that the flames could not
; cross. The Texan knew that the hot
sorry if they lv
American rriotlul
He was not t
anything; and i'
down,” that wa;
in which he foj
back protected'
four fearfully a!
aided by his ter:
so strong
in any p/
“up.” “ wmmsBm
He once was found in »:/’ 0
mountain regions, from tin/ 'bq.y j
haunted tropical forests of the extrehiS.)
south to the home of the northern
winter blizzard; but he attained his
greatest size and ferocity on the sub
tropical plateau of northern Mexico,
New Mexico and Arizona.
These animals are no longer what
they were. The tourist or hunter of
today cannot hope to find any of the
old time power or ferocity.
An Author's Idea of 1'itniy.
The good of money is to get things j
you want. This is ,the erhed of Harry !
Stillwell Edwards, the Georgia novel
ist.
Mr. Edwards decided to write a story
in competition for a $10,009 prize of
fered by a newspaper for the best
American story of mystery. Mr. Ed
wards was a writer of Southern verse,
and of dialect stories of that pictur
esque people of the South known as
Georgia Crackers.
He surprised his friends Ly saying
that his wife had furnished a splendid
plot or the tale of mystery that Jie was
to offer. The couple went to work en- ;
thusiastically on the story, and it won
the first prize.
To the question. What will you do
with the money? the Edwardses said
not a word. Weeks passed, and the
curiosity of the townspeople was still
on edge. Then one day an express '
wagon delivered twenty crated bicycles
before the Edwards piazza.
“Every single relative of mine,”
said Mr. Edwards, “has wanted a bi- 1
cycle, and not one of them would have
a poor wheel. There are twenty of
us, all tokl, in the two families, and so
when I got a check for $10,000 I just j
sent $2,000 to the best bicycle firm in
the country and got twenty $100 bicy
cles. And what’s money for if it isn’t
to get wliat you want?”—Philadelphia
Press.
C Oiilu i>o li.s i ut’i jluyi% tier*.
There fire funny incidents in the life
of q photographer. A man, came in
the other day and looked over all the
samples, asking the price of each.
“Do you want a sitting?” I asked.
“I don’t see nothin’ like what I
want,” he replied.
I told him it’ he would indicate what
he wanted, that I might arrange it.
“I don’t know as you can,” he said,
“for I don’t sea nothin' at all like
what I want.”
I repeated what I had already said.
He asked me to sit while he told roe.
“You see, it’s like this,” he began.
“I had a girl that I loved, and we was
going to get married. She had her.
things made up, and we was all hut
ready when she was taken ill and
died. And what I wanted was a pic
ture of me sittin’ on her grave weep-
in’.”
I was touched at the homely story
of grief, and told him I could send a
man with him to the.grave and have
the picture taken as he desired.
“It's some 'distance,” he said. “It’s-
over in Ireland. I expect it ’ud cost a
lot to send over your traps for what I
want.” . *
I said it would.
“I thought,” he answered, “that
mebbe you could rig up a grave here
in your shop and I would weep on it
and it would do just as well. «It’s na
trouble for me to weep anywhere.’”
-IX-
Boots, Shoes'&
Protecting Museum Treasures.
The officers of museums have to
take extraordinary precautions to pro
tect the treasures committed to their
care. Canes and umbrellas, as is well
known, are taken away from the vis
itors at the doors. In large museums
all the visitors are carefully watched,
and any person acting in a suspicious
manner is followed until he has left
the museum. In one museum of na
tional reputation there is a large staff
of attendants constantly patrolling
through the different rooms, and even
at. night watchmen are regularly mak
ing their rounds, as much to watch
for possible burglars as to give the
alarm in case of fire. Beyond this
there is a burglar alarm system elab
orated so as to protect all the rooms
and the cases in each room. In one
room the Greek ornaments of gold are
estimated to be worth $500,000. This
is naturally a great temptation to
crooks, who are well aware of the lo
cation of the room and the value of
its contents. But any thief who un
dertook to ply his calling in this par
ticular room would run a very good
chance of rueing his enterprise. There
is only one entrance to the room,
which is guarded constantly by two
men. Cut what makes the room abso
lutely thief proof is its electrical
equipment. The room is literally
threaded throughout with electric
wires. Under each article in the cases
even though it be only a small ring,
there is a tiny wire, invisible to the
casual observer—and the presence of
which would never be suspected by the
uninitiated. The wire connects with
the office of the director of the museum
several rooms distant. If an article
is touched or disturbed the alarm im
mediately rings in his office, and the
door of the room is at once closed. So
that if the thief happened to be with
in. he would be safely caught in a trap.
lr IT *
utctui
K. G. TARVER, Manager
Hotter Bargains and
Shoes than ever
Before.
Better
was
Our One-^Dollar and Twenty-five
Our One Dollar Brogan is better.
Cents Brogan beats the world.
Our One Dollar and Fifty Cents Shoes are simply superb.
Our Two Dollar Vici Kid Shoes a big value. Our Two Dollar and
Fifty Cents Hand-sewed Shoes are the best on the market.
We can give you Ladies Shoes at 75c, but the Shoes vve want to sell.
ron are $1.00 and $1.25 Ladies every day Shoes and our $1-25 and $1.5(%
Ladies Dress Slices. They are BED HOT BARGAINS ami don tvou
forget it. Now our $2.06 Ladies Shoes are as good as anybody s $3.00y
Shoes.
We never forget the Children and Babies and this line of Shoes thia
eeason is better than ever before.
HATS! HATS! HATS!
Our prices in Hats are simplv Tornado Swept. We give you Loya
Hats 10c, a real good Hat 25c. Men's Fell Hats G5c, Men’s Extra Good
Felt Ilats $1.00, and so on to the end.
Wo don’t expect any one to come within a mile of us this season in
Price and Quality. When in the city be sure to Call and Examine and be
Convinced.
007 Brniul St'-eet. Augusta. Ga.
Tw«> Givis in Their Koom.
Maude (much exercised on perceiv
ing a very delicate pencil line of down)
What would you do if you had a mue-
| tache on your lip?
Clare (entirely occupied with her
i own reflections)—Well if he were nica,
I should keep very quiet.—Punch.
Nautical Hoir Apparent.
British service papers have noted
that the Prince of Wales is the first
heir apparent to the British crown to
hold an actual commission in the
navy, the senior service on their side
of the water. Hitherto the heir appar
ent has been put into the army, and
any naval rank he may have held has
been purely honorary. The same rule
was followed in the case of the sons of
the present king; Prince Edward was
made a soldier, and died while major
in a hussar regiment; Prince George
was made a sailor, and has command
ed his own ship on a regular cruise.
Now. by the death of his elder brother,
he becomes Prince of Wales, the first
of the line to be a sailor. Hitherto he
has been promoted rapidly, but with a
decent period of service in each rank,
until he now holds the commission of
a captain. Hereafter his promotion
wilHbe honorary, as it will no longer
be advisable for the heir to the crown
to go to sea in command of a fleet or
to take the risks cf a naval officer.—
New York Sun.
William Shakespeare, “the chief lit
erary glory of England,” was a' yeo-
A Valuable Handshake. “
Charles M. Schwab, president of tl
United States Steel corporation, nev
seems to wholly forget tho days of his)
early struggles—thoso days when the -
wolf was not only at the door, but
right at his throat. He was walking
up Broadway, accompanied by two
other gentlemen, after attending a ses
sion of the National Civic federation,
when he saw a respectable looking,
middle-aged man standing at a street
corner reading the advertisement
pages of a newspaper.
“Looking for a job?” asked Schwab, j
abruptly.
“Yes, sir,” was the brief reply.
“What trade?”
“Stonemason, sir; but I can’t work
at that in the frost, so I’m just look
ing out for something else.”
“Good luck.” said Mr. Schwab, grip- 1
ping the workingman’s hand, and then j
striding away, while the man gasped f
incredulously at the $10 gold piece that j
lay in his palm.—New York Times.
Royalty enjoys mapy privilege* |
But it is not immune from the atten? j
tions of the gossips.