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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 ihe school books mm a body’ 7 tJupl ’•li b fl (wx. -Ar* 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.