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Bellefonte, Pa., August 22, 1902
ALEC YEATON’S SON.
The wind it wailed, the wind it moaned,
And the white caps flecked the sea;
“An’ I would to God,” the skipper groaned,
“I had not my boy with me!”
Snug in the stern sheets, little John
Laughed as the scud swept by ;
But the skipper’s sunburnt cheeks grew wan
As he watched the wicked sky.
“Would he were at his mother’s side I”
And the skipper’s eyes were dim.
“Good Lord in heaven, if ill betide,
What would become of him!"
For me—my muscles are of steel,
For me let hap what may;
I might make shift upon the keel
Until the break o’ day.
But he, is so weak and small,
So young, scarce learned to stand,—
O pitying Father of us all,
I trust him in Thy hand!
“For Thou who markest from on high
A sparrow’s fall—each one !—
Surely, O Lord, Thou’lt have an eye
On Alec Yeaton’s son !”’
Then, helm hard-port; right straight he saile
ed
Towards the headland light;
The wind it moaned, the wind it wailed,
And black, black fell the night.
Then burst a storm to make one quail,
Though housed from wind and waves—
They who could tell about that gale
Must rise from watery graves!
Sudden it came, as sudden went
Ere half the night was sped,
The winds were hushed, the winds were
spent.
And the stars shone overhead.
Now, as the morning mist grew thin,
The folk on Gloucester shore,
Saw a little figure floating in
Secure, on a broken oar.
Up rose the cry, “A wreck!a wreck !
Pull, mates, and waste no breath I’
They knew it, though twas but a speck
Upon the edge of death.
Long did they marvel in the town
At God, His strange decree,
That let the stalwart skipper drown,
And the little child go free!
— Thomas Bailey Aldrich.
A COLLABORATION,
A Romance Which Progressed Under Great Difficulties
to a Satisfactory Ending.
The car was hot and dusty. Reba had
almost exhausted Miss Frayne’s patience.
The young man in the seat behind gave no
sign of curiosity, but he had been watch-
ing the two ever since the train left Boston.
He now saw the little girl yawn listlessly,
push back her curls, and start down the
aisle on oné of her periodical trips for ice
water at the other end of the car. Asshe
returned, he displayed an illustrated paper
enticingly, so that the colored pictures on
the back should catch her eye.
Reba paused beside his seat, looked with
a faint smile at one of the caricatures, and
then edged a little closer.
‘“Wouldn’t you like to see the pictures ?’’
asked the young ‘man. ‘Come and sit
here, if you like.”! :
Reba glanced at Miss Frayne, who had
taken up her novel with apparent satisfac-
tion at the respite, and then sat down be-
side the stranger. The young man looked
at her good naturedly.
“I'm afraid you’ll find it rather stupid,’’
he said. ‘‘There’s never anything but
tramps, negroes and Irishmen in the comic
pers nowadays.’’
“I wish they’d put in princesses and
dragons and fairies and things like that,’’
Reba complained, turning the pages over
scornfally. :
‘You like fairy stories?’’ inquired the
young man.
“Yes,” said Reba, putting down the pa-
per. ‘‘Do you know any ?”’
The young man seemed embarrassed for a
moment. Miss Frayne, in the seat ahead,
laid down her book and looked out of the
window, after a careless glance over her
shoulder at the two.
“No,” the young man said; ‘‘I’m afraid
I don’t.”
‘‘Couldn’t you make one up? My Uncle
Fred can,”’” Reba pursued.
The young man gazed straight ahead of
him at a tortoiseshell pin in the back of
Miss Frayne’s hair. ‘‘Yes,”’ he said, with
a sudden impulse, *‘I think I might.”
Reba settled hersell more comfortably
and looked up at him with expectation.
‘‘Please make it about a princess,’’ she
said.
‘Of course ! It couldn’t be a fairy story
else,’’ was the answer. ‘‘Well, there was
once a princess; she was very beautiful and
she had dark brown hair.”
“The color of my aunty’s?’’ Reba asked,
waving her hand towards the seat in front
of them.
‘“Exactly !”’ said the young man. Miss
Frayne moved a bit uneasily. ‘‘Her name
was Nepenthe,,’ he went on.
‘I never heard that name before,’’ Reba
interrupted. “Does it mean anything in
the back of the dictionary ? ‘Reba’ means
joyful messenger.’ ’’ ;
‘It means forgetfulness,”’ the story tell-
er informed her. ‘‘You see, she was so
pretty that she made people forget every-
body else. Well, the princess lived in a
castle that flew through the air. She was
enchanted, and thoogh there were many
others in the castle with her, she couldn’t
speak to anyone.”’
‘“Who enchanted her ?”’ Reba asked.
‘A wicked fairy named Grundy,” said
the young man. The head in front of him
was now sloping at an angle of careless in-
difference, but the pink roses on the hat
began to shake in a tremor of amusement.
“*Did she want to speak to anybody ?”’
Reba asked gravely.
‘I don’t quite know,” was the reply.
“Probably not.’’
Miss Frayue took up her book again and
began to read.
‘“There was a young man in the castle,”
he continued, ‘‘and he determined to break
the spell.”
‘“Was he a prince ?”’ Reba inquired.
‘No, he was a poet.”’ the young man re-
plied, after due consideration. ‘‘Now,this
horrid fairy Grundy had made it impossi-
ble for the princess to talk toanyone unless
he had a little white square with a magic
word written on it, and as the poet didn’t
have one, of course he couldn’t talk to
her.”
*“What was his name?” Reba demand-
‘“Reba,”” Miss Frayne called over the
back of the seat, ‘‘come here, dear.”’
‘What was his name ?’’ the little girl re-
peated persistently, sisiug slowly and re-
luctantly in obedience to the summons.
you’d better go now, for your auntie wants
you.” He took up his book as she left,
and although it was upside down he did
not seem to notice the fact as the two
whispered together on the seat in front of
him.
Suddenly Reba turned around and gazed
at him frankly. ‘‘But he’s awfully nice,
and he’s got a gold pin in his vest just like
Uncle Fred’s,’”” she remarked audibly to
her companion. Miss Frayne remonstrated
in whispers.
‘‘He was telling me a fairy story,’’ Reba
went on. ‘‘You might let me wait and
hear the end of it. Then, won’t you go on
with it, Aunty May ?”’
As Miss Frayne turned to coax the little
girl back into the place beside her, she
caught the young man in the middle of an
exceedingly indiscreet smile. Her lips
tightened and her chin tilted.
“Yes, I'll finish it for you, Reba,’”’ she
said quickly.
It was now the young man’s turn to look
out of the car window, but she gave him
the benefit of her profile as she talked to
the little girl. ‘‘The princess didn’t mind
being enchanted a bit ; in fact, she rather
liked it, as almost every one in the flying
palace bored her.”’
“‘Didn’t she like Stoughton ?”’ Reba put
in innocently. Miss Frayne gasped. The
young man leaned forward to put his book
into a suit case at his feet.
‘‘She had never seen him, and didn’t
know he was there,’’ said Reba’s aunt dis-
tinctly.
‘‘Perhaps she was afraid of poets,”’ haz-
arded Reba.
Miss Frayne ignored the suggestion, and
went on : “Now, this princess had decided
that she would never speak to any man un-
less he could satisfy her in three things.
First, he must be clever enough to do some-
thing that no one had ever done for her be-
fore ; second, he must never allow himself
or her to appear ridiculous, no matter how
embarrassing a situation he was placed in.
and third, he must give her something she
wanted more than anything else.’
‘‘She was rather hard to please, wasn’t
she? Did the poet succeed in any of the
things ?”’ Reba asked.
Miss Frayne glanced behind her, and she
caught a swift glance from beneath a pair
of raised eyebrows. ‘‘He succeeded in the
first thing all right,’’ she said to her niece.
He succeeded in talking to her without
speaking to her.”’
‘“‘How could he do that?”
‘Oh, he spoke out of the window, and
the wind blew the words to her.”’
‘What was the second thing he did ?”’
“‘I’11 tell you some other time,’ her aunt
replied, gathering up her wraps and books.
‘‘We’re almost at Cypress Beach, and we
must get our things ready.’’
As this was Stonghton’s destination also,
he followed them off the train and entered
a ’bus bound for his hotel. Miss Frayne
and her niece were met at the station by a
lady in a dog cart, and were driven off with-
out his receiving.a single farewell glance.
He changed his clothes, and finding he
bad time for a bath before dinner time, he
walked up the beach a half mile to a little
cove which had been a favorite haunt of his
as long as he had known the place. It was
hidden behind a chain of sand dunes, and
in the middle of the crescent shaped beach
stood a small, unpainted hath house, with
a pair of steps leading up to it.
He unlocked the door, hooked the pad-
lock in the staple, and went in. He hung
his towel and bathing suit upon a nail, and
sat down on the little shelf to undress. He
had his shoes and stockings off, and was re-
moving his collar and tie, when he heard
voiges outside in the direction of the hotel.
He stood up on the seat, peeped through
the little round hole that served as a win-
dow, and saw Reba with her aunt and the
lady of the dog cart coming down the
beach.
It seemed unnecessary to notify them of
his presence, considering the half tide con-
dition of his attire; and, thinking that they
would pass on, he sat down again to wait
till the beach was once more vacant. They
walked slowly towards him, but, instead
of continuing their walk, the two ladies
sat down upon the hath housesteps to rest.
A flimsy door alone separated him from
them. It was now too late to make his
presence known without a considerable sac-
rifice of dignity, and he resigned himself to
an unintentional eavesdropping, feeling
something like a priest in his confessional
box.
*‘I don’t know whether Stoughton was
his first name or his last,’’ said the young-
er lady; ‘‘but he was certainly very auda-
cious and amusing. I’d like to know who
he was. Reba made up to him, but he
didn’t try to take advantage of it, except
by telling her that absurd fairy tale so that
I could overhear it. But you can’t talk to
a man on the train when you don’t know
who he is, can youn ?’’
‘‘Was he good looking ?”’ inquired the
other.
‘‘Well, he was interesting—not exactly
handsome.’
“I know !”’ exclaimed the lady of the
dog cart. ‘It must have been Stoughton
Webb. They are expecting him at the ho-
tel, and all the girls are setting their caps
for him.”’
‘“Then I'm glad I didn’t encourage him,’
said Miss Frayne. ‘‘He’s probably spoil-
ed. ,, Men who can write almost always
are.
“Never mind,”’ the other voice replied ;
‘‘they’re usually so conceited that they’re
easy to handle.” : :
*‘I wonldn’t stir a finger to attract him,
but I'd rather know Stoughton Webb than
any one else I know of. I've heard a lot
about him from Fred. Ihope he won’t
think I encouraged him—he’ll have no use
for me if he does. But isn’t it time to-go
back for dinner? Come, Reba, we must go
now 1’
As she rose, Miss Frayne cast a glance at
the door of the bath house. ‘‘Look at
that !”’ she said to her companion. ‘‘These
hotel people are so careless and thought-
less! Some one’s left the key to this bath
house here. I think I'll take it back and
give it to the clerk in the office.”” She
snapped the padlock in the hasp, took the
key, and rejoined the others.
Stoughton gazed at their retreating forms
till they passed out of sight over the top of
the dunes. Then he dressed himself har-
riedly, with a grim smile at the absurdity
of the situation, and, bracing himself
ainst the wall, kicked and pushed at the
hinge till the door broke loose. He had
started for dinner when a small girl ap-
peared in sight, twirling a key from a piece
of string. ' It was Reba, and she came up
to him breathless.
“Hullo !"’ she said, and then she looked
at the wrecked door. “Did you see any-
body come out of that bath house?’ she
asked anxiously.
‘‘Yes,”’ said Stoughton. - ‘A man come
out a few minutes ago, and he was very
angry, too.”
‘My Aunty May locked him in by mis-
take,’’ said Reba, shocked at the incident.
‘‘She just happened to think that perhaps
there was somebody in there when she lock-
ed the door, and she sent me back with the
*‘Stoughton,’’ said the young man. *‘But |
Fer to let him ont. I wonder who was
t
‘“Well, it was some one who isn’t ‘exact-
ly handsome, and is rather conceited,’ ’’
said Stoughton.
They walked, chattering gaily, towards
the hotel. Before they had reached the
grounds Stoughton asked : ‘Did you ever
get vour fairy story finished, Reba ?’’
“Well, Aunty May said that the poet
man gave up trying to get the princess,and
went off to a palace where he was waited
on by thirty three ladies dressed in white
duek.”?
‘“That’s not true! Listen : thisis how
it happened. The princess really locked
him up in a high castle with one window,
and had him painted a bright pink all over
and cut out his tongue. Then a dragon
came and blew hot air through the keyhole
and roasted him. You tell your Aunty
May that, and she’ll finish the story.
They parted upon the hotel piazza, and
Stoughton went up stairs to dress for din-
ner. When he came down he was shown
to a table where sat his captors of the af-
ternoon’s adventure. They were visibly
confused, but Stoughton seated himself
coolly.
Reba looked up after finishing her soup,
and said, ‘“My Aunty May did go on with
the story.”’
Miss Frayne looked across at her blush-
ing, but was unable to prevent the child’s
prattle.
Stoughton was in no mood to spare the
lady. ‘‘What didshe tell you?’ he asked.
‘Well, the prince—no, the poet, you
knew—did the second thing all right, for
when the princess shut him up in the cas-
tle he flew out of the window and escaped,
and she didn’t know whether he was in-
side or not. Now you go on and finish it
up. It takes a dreadfully long time to tell
a story.”’
**Well,’’ said Stoughton seriously, with-
out looking at the two ladies, ‘‘you know
he had to give the princess something that
she wanted more than anything else. That
was the third thing.’
Here Miss Frayne, with dancing eyes,
interrupted the conversation. ‘‘I beg your
pardon,’ she said, but would you mind
pouring me a glass of water? This fish is
sovery- sals.’’
‘‘What did he give her?’ Reba insisted.
“It was a magic liquid that enabled her
speak to anybody she liked,’’ said Stough-
ton, filling Miss Frayne’s glassand passing
it to her. ‘‘But, really your aunt mus
finish it now.”
‘‘Aunty May, what happened after
that ?’’ said Reba impatiently.
“Oh, the princess was disenchanted, I
-suppose, and she lived happily ever after.
Now, if you’re through with your dinner,
you may go out on the piazza. Mr. Webb,
you know my brother Fred, I think. I’ve
beard him speak of you often. Let me in-
troduce you to Mrs. Smith.’
But the third thing, that which she real-
ly wanted more than anything in the world
—well, the princess didn’t get that for
three weeks !
It was, as in all the most satisfactory fairy
tales, a diamond solitaire ring.—By Gelett
Burgess in Munsey’s Magazine.
Turned Cemetery Into Farm.
Then a Great Streak of !lI-Fortune came into
Flowers’ Life.
George Flowers, a young farmer, bought
a strip of land at Sand Ridge, near Vincen-
nes, Ind., on which was located the oldest
cemetery in that section.
The cemetery was surrounded by a gorge
and contained 300 headstones. Flowers re
moved the headstones, throwing some of
them into the Embarras river,and with the
others built a foundation for his house. He
plowed the cemetery and planted it with
melons and potatoes. Although similar
crops on the rest of the farm grew in abun-
dance the cemetery crop has been eaten up
by a strange bug. :
Flowers’ house seems to be haunted. For
several nights past, it is alleged, the build-
ing has shaken violently. Flowers, his wife
and two children are distressed with fear,
and have fled from the place. People hav-
ing relatives buried threaten to prosecute
Flowers for obliterating the graves without
giving them notice.
His brother and sister and two children
lie buried iu the devastated cemetery.
Flowers secured the money from his father,
Frank Flowers, in Colorado Springs, to buy
the farm. Thursday lightning struck the
barn, on Flowers’ place, and burned stock
and building.
Trust Paralyzes Town,
The Closing of Greenwoods Mill at New Hartford,
Conn., Causes Exodus of Population.
The depopulation of New Hartford,Conn.,
as the result of an order issed by the Cot-
ton Duck trust to shut down its Green-
woods mills there on September 11th, for
an indefinite period has begun in earnest,
no less than 700 people having left the town
inside of two weeks. By the middle of
next month it is estimated that fully one-
half of the population of the place which is
3,000, will have lefs.
Placards reading ‘Closing Ont Business, ’’
and ‘‘To Rent,” are already in store win-
dows, and “‘For Sale’ signs are tacked on
property everywhere. In the district known
as ‘‘Dublin,”’ where several hundred of the
mill operators lived, there remains but a
single family. Business men already feel
the effect and are planning to locate else-
where, Truckmen however, are doing a
big business hauling household goods to
the railroad stations day and night.
The Greenwood plant is to be removed
to Tallassee. Ala., where according to an
alleged statement of the Mount Vernon
Woodberry Cotton Duck combine, man-
ufacturing can be done more cheaply. The
business was established in New Hartford
in :
No Trouble to Help Search.
A woman stopped at a cloth counter in
one of the large department stores recently
and asked to be shown some dress patterns
suitable for early autumn wear. The sales-
man began on the lowest row of shelved
compartments and pulled out and patiently
opened out box after box until the counter
on either side of him was piled as high as
his head with goods. Three times heclimb-
ed the ladder to the upper rows and stagger-
ed down under weight of box patterns, un-
til, when the woman took a survey of the
shelves, but two patterns remained unopen-
ed. Then she said, very sweetly:
“I don’t think I'll buy any today. I'm
sorry to have troubled you; but yon see I
only came in to look for a friend.’’
‘‘No trouble whatever, madam,’’ he re-
plied, pelitely. Indeed, if you think your
friend is in either of the two remaining hox-
es,Idon’t mind opening them too.’’—Phila-
delphia Times-
——Honor is one of those things that he
that seeks it shall not find it.
——No amusement can be innocent when
it becomes all ahsorbing.
War Against Sheep.
Many Lives Lost and 600,000 Animals Slain—A
Fierce Frontier Fight,
At least a dozen men killed, three times
that many wounded, 600,000 sheep with
an approximate valu: of $2,400,000, killed
and thousands of dollars’ worth of sheep
wagons, outfits, ranch buildings and hay
stacks burned by raiders during the last 10
years is a conservative estimate of the cost
of the frontier sheep war, which now has
broken out again more virulent than ever,
says the Chicago ‘‘Record-Herald.”” Ten
thousand sheep have been killed the last
three months.
This fiercest and most unique of all fron-
tier vendet: as is growing in intensity with
each succeeding day, and unless the gener-
al government soon takes a hand and en-
acts laws that will control the public graz-
ing lands and establish the rights of the
sheep and cattlemen the sheep industry of
Southern Wyoming and Northern Colorado
will be thoroughly demoralized. Conflicts
between cattle and sheep men are becom-
ing more frequent, and the slaughter of
sheep and killing of flock tenders are arous-
ing the people to a pitch of fury that will
result in a general outbreak unless some
relief comes soon.
This odd conflict of grazing interests had
its inception in the natural antipathy that
cattle have for sheep. This antipathy is so
strong that it extends even to the land up-
on which sheep have grazed, and the wa-
ter, unless it be running, of which they
have drunk. Sheep are herded closely, in
bodies of 500 to 1,000,and are usually mov-
ed slowly in one direction. They nibble
off every blade of vegetation so close to the
earth that even the roots are destroyed,
their feet tramp what is left into the earth,
and, as a result, the land over which they
have passed is left an almost barren waste,
upon which grass will not appear for sev-
eral seasons. The odor left behind by the
sheep is very offensive to cattle, and the
latter would rather starve than feed where
sheep have been. For this reason land
once used for sheep is useless for cattle for
several years afterward.
When sheep raising on a large scale was
first introduced into Wyoming, when that
region was almost exclusively devoted to
cattle raising, there seemed to be plenty of
room for both. Rapidly increasing flocks
of sheep and coincident decreasing of open
ranges brought about a clash between the
two interests that has never been subdued.
The chief causes were the overcrowding of
ranges by sheep, the utter impossibility,
for the reasons given, of running cattle and
sheep together. the ruinous effects left by
the flock of grazing sheep and the failure
of the government to enact satisfactory
leasing laws. Add to these petty jeal-
ousies and neighhorhood quarrels of the
range and you have fuel for a lengthy
struggle.
The method practiced by the cattlemen
in driving off the sheep and the flock ten-
ders exemplifies the frontier idea that
“right is might and might is right.” Being
the last comers, the sheep and their ten-
ders were regarded by the cattlemen as
trespassers and were and are being dealt
with accordingly. Warnings to vacate,
unheeded by the sheepmen. were followed
by raids by the cowboys;sheep wereslaugh-
tered by hurdreds, outfits were destroyed,
resisting sheepmen were bound, kidnaped,
wounded and in many cases killed outright
in the mad struggle for possession of the
land, which, by the way, belongs to the
commonwealth, and for which neither side
pays a cent of compensation to the govern-
ment. Ethically speaking, the sheepmen
have as much right to the land as the cas-
tlemen.
he cause of the most recent renewal of
the conflict is an order of the government
that sheep must be kept off the forest re-
serves, the last refuge of the hounded ani-
mals and their owners. These are the only
lands upon which cattle were not gazed,
and so the sheep were turned in. Govern-
ment agents complained to Washington
that the little animals were destroying the
shrubbery and young trees in their efforts
to find enough vegetatian to sustain life,
and the order came that they must leave.
The mountain parks, where the sheep used
to be driven in the summer, are closed to
them by the combined action of the min-
ers, campers and hunters. There seemed
to be no place for them, but their owners
decided to again try conclusions with the
cattlemen. This led to a renewal of hos-
tilities that bids fair to last indefinitely, or
until the sheepraising industry is ruined.
There are twe figures in this conflict who
arouse one’s admiration. They are Griff
Edwards, now a leading sheepman of East-
ern Oregon, the first man to dare the cattle-
nien, and Mrs. Nanoy B. Irving, a former
Chicago woman, whose goat ranch was re-
cently raided and 1,200 goats were slaugh-
tered. In the years from 1890 to 1895 Ed-
wards was a flock master in Routt county.
For three successive years he essayed to
graze sheep on the pablic range bord-
ering the Colorado line. He disregarded
the warnings of the cattlemen and lost
his flocks. County and state authorities,
fearful of the cattlemen’s influence, refused
to back him up in his fight for his rights.
He gathered a band of retainers to defend
his flocks. A larger band of cattlemen de-
feated his army, bound and gagged them
and tied them to trees and slaughtered
their flocks before their eyes. At last he
became discouraged and for two years he
has not taken part in the struggle, most of
his interests being now in Oregon.
Mrs. Irving came here from Chicago, a
bout a year ago and established a new in-
dustry—the raising of finely bred Angora
goats—for the manufacture of mohair. The
goats were pastured on rocky land that the
cattlemen disdained to use. But there were
plenty of yucca plants upon which the goats
subsisted well. They did not encroach up-
on the stockmen’s pastures nor interfere
with them, but the outlaw raiders swooped
down upon this peaceful community, bound
and gagged the herder, Lloyd Kellogg,and
killed a large portion of the goats. Now
Mrs. Irving bas placed an armed guard at
her camp on Pinon Mesa, prepared to re-
sist another raid, and has notified District
Attorney Mullen, at Grand Junction, of
the act and her intentions. She has also
appealed to the humane society for aid,
contending that the killing of the goats is
cruelty to animals. It is said that she al-
ready has several deputies of the humane
society among her guards. She pluekily
declared that she will resist the raiders to
the bitter end.
A year ago Mrs. Irving attracted atten-
tion by appearing in the role of Diogenes
and offering a reward of $1,000 to anybody
in Chicago who would prove that he was
an honest man. As no body was found
who could pass her tests she decided that
honest men were creatures of the imagina-
tion. She is said to be backed in her goat-
raising venture by a Chicago capitalist,
who intends to embark in the manufacture
of mohair.
A recital of all the raids since the troub-
le first began is impossible here, buta few
of the most destructive and eruel are given.
Griff Edwards, in his struggles to hold the
grazing land, lost over 14,000 head in var-
A A iis
ious raids during several years. Teofila
Trujilo lost 600 head at Mosea, Col., this
summer. George Sedgwick, in the New
Forks county, in Wyoming, lost 65,000
bead. His camp was attacked by 120 mask-
ed men, who Killed one of the herders,
who resisted. bound the others and killed
2,000 sheep. The rest of the flock escaped,
only to be torn to pieces later by wolves
and mountain liens. John Mercer, in the
same locality, lost 2,000 head the next day-
Two days later Mrs. Irving’s ranch was
raided.
Cruelty of the most revolting kind has
characterized most of these raids. Dyna-
mite has been thrown in among the peace-
fully grazing flocks, killing them by hun-
dreds. In 1895 a flock of 6,000 sheep were
driven into a narrow canyon and clubbed
todeath. A short time later another flock
of 4,000 was driven over a precipice and all
killed. In 1899 Geddes & Bennett, of
Cheyenne, lost a flock of 2,400 in Routt
county. In 1900 Southwest Wyoming was
the scene of several raids, where human
lives were taken. A Sheridan (Wyo. ) own-
er lost 3,500 sheep last year. They were
driven over a precipice and killed, and his
outfit was destroyed.
The sheep and wool business, formerly
a prosperous one, is gradually becoming de-
moralized, and unless the government steps
in and controls affairs with a strong hand
it will before long be a thing of the past in
this locality.
The Valine of Fruits.
Most of Them Useful in Health and Beauty Build
ing—Medicine in Delicious Form—4 Number of
Suggestions in the Way of Attractive Remedies
Palatable Dishes Worth Eating in Summer.
While the value and deliciousness of fruit
can hardly be over estimated, we must yet
remember that it has its abuses as well as
its uses. Green fruit is murderous; over-
ripe fruit is about as bad.
Fresh ripe fruits have been proved to be
excellent for purifying the blood and ton-
ing up the systems of persons in a normal
condition. People fed on pure food with
abundance of fruit need, it is said, never
dread cancer. Bright’s disease, gout, nen-
ralgia,dropsy, or a dozen other of the worst
scourges of the race.
Just now many varieties of this most
pleasant of remedies are at their best and
cheapest.
WATER SIDE OF THE QUESTION.
Those who are particular and drink cer.
tain quantities of water each day (and
everybody should be) may complain at this
season that either the fruit or the water dis
agrees with them. It would not if they
mixed more common sense with their eat-
ing and drinking. A man who allows him-
self one glass of water toward the end of the
meal, declared that he *‘didn’t feel good,’
after eating about half a watermelon for
dessert. It stands to reason that ‘if one
eats a dessert that is practically all water,
one should drink less water than when one
eats a dessert that contains practically no
water.
Those who do not gé to the trouble of
boiling or the expense of buying water may
have plenty of it in the shape of fruit filter
ed after Dame Nature's best recipe. Not
that one should take all his water this way.
OLDEST OF REMEDIES.
We'll consider the apple. Here just now in
quantities and better yet it will remain all
winter. Apples are nutritious. An apple
contains as much nutriment as a potato, in
a more wholesome form. Apples aid diges-
tion (they are particularly helpful to ner-
vous dyspeptics) clear the voice,correct the
acidity of the stomach, are valuable in cas-
es of insomnia, rheumatism and liver troub
les. They are vitalizing. Sticklers for
time-honored forms will remember that
they are the oldest, as well as the best of
remedies known to woman,
FRUIT OF THE VINE.
Now for the grape. !
‘‘Grapes dissolve and dislodge gravel and
calculi,’” says the doctor. They bring the
stomach and bowels to a healthy condition.
Even the consumptive finds a new life in
them, and shonld take grape juice by the
tumberful daily, as it makes new rich blood.
It builds up the tissues and feeds starved
nerves. It is also cleansing.
By going to wholesale markets and buy-
ing the grapes in the large original pack-
ages, the juice may be put up at home at a
cost of a few cents the quart.
OTHER FRUITS.
Pears and peaches, though particularly
palatable and seasonable, are not,as a rule,
put in the very valuable class. Plums,ap-
ricots and nectarines,are all appetizing, but
in about the same class. So they all have
their value.
A delight yet to come is at present stored
on the quince bushes. Tell us, if you can,
a more delicious dessert than a baked (or
steamed if you haven't a baking fire quince
eaten with fine butter and the merest
sprinkle of sugar.
VIRTUES OF THE BLACKBERRY.
Blackberries, which are still in market,
act as a tonic and are positively invaluable
even in obstinate cases of dysentery, and’
the straight juice, slightly sweetened, is
many times more useful than all the black-
berry brandies put together. The only way
to get the best is to put it up yourself, or
have it done under your own direction.
Like the grape, it is simply scalded’ in
enough cold water to cover it, and drained
through jelly hags. Then the juice is
sweetened to taste, kept hot (not hoiling),
for an hour, and sealed in heated bottles.
Big Harvester Syndicate.
International Company to Have a Capital of
$720,000,000.
‘The International Harvester company,
with an anthorized capital of $120,000,000,
was incorporated at Trenton, N. J.,on Tues-
day evening. The company is authorized
to manufacture harvesting machines and
agricultural implements of all kinds.
It is understood that among the concerns
interested in the syndicate is the MoCor-
mick Reaper and Mower concern of Chicago.
The articles provide that all of the $12,000-
000 of the capital stock shall be common
stook, unless it shall be decided to increase
the company’s capital beyond these figures.
In that event $120,000,000 is to become
preferred stock and the additional capital
18 to be common stock. The incorporators
of the company are Abram M. Hyatt, of Al-
lenhurst, N. J.; George W. Hebard, New
York; Rowland R. Dennis, Auburn, N. Y.;
Edward M. 8. Miller,New York; Robert S.
Green, Elizabeth, N. J., and Erastus M.
Cravoth, New York. :
What's the Use.
Citiman—If you’re raising chickens I don’t
suppose your neighbor bad much success
with his vegetables.
Subbubs—No, he didn’t. A
i raige much of anything,
eh ?
Sabbubs—Except Cain,and he’s not rais-
ing that as much as he did.
Powder for Pattison.
Clumsy Infernal Machine Sent to Ex-Governor. Was
Ignorant of Peril. The Democratic Candidate Toss-
ed the Package Aside and First News of His Danger
Came From a Reporter.
Robert E. Pattison, the Democratic can-
didate for Governor, spent Saturday in
showing his intimate friends how narrow
was his escape from death at the hands of
an unknown person. With a small hexa-
gon of black prismatic powder, which came
through the mails in a package received at
his office on Thursday morning, he experi-
mented for their benefit by touching off
with a match, whittlings from the block.
The puff and flare of the ignited powder
was more eloquent than words in demon-
strating the existence of a plot.
Mr. Pattison’s offices are on the second
floor of No. 1011 Chestnut street. On
Thursday the postman handed Manager E.
N. Johnson, of the Security Trust and Life
Insurance Company, a medium sized pack-
age, loosely wrapped in a newspaper, and
addressed to the ex-Governor, who was not
present at the time. After shaking the
package several times, Mr. Johnson placed
it on Mr. Pattison’s desk. He noted that
the address was printed, and thought it
queer ab the time.
TAKEN FOR FUEL SAMPLES.
An hour or so later Mr. Pattison came in
and after tearing open one end of the pack-
age, called for Mr. Johnson and asked him
to examine a number of strange looking
chunks. They were black, and in differ-
ent sizes, some hexagons and others double
pyramids, while a few were bullet shaped.
**What do you think they are ?’’ asked the
ex-Governer.
Mr. Johnson suggested that the chunks
of briquettes were samples of a new fuel
that is to be made by a company in which
Mr. Pattison is interested in a legal way.
Without further ado Mr. Pattison ceased
to examine its contents and placed it upon
a small table near his desk and thought no
more about the matter.
In the meantime several letters were re-
ceived ab the office of a morning newspaper
which contained hints of a plot to kill Mr.
Pattison. The writing on the letters was
printed by hand as in the instance of the
address on the package. A representative
of the newspaper saw Mr. Patiison at his
home, and to him the ex-Governor gave
the keys of his office with directions where
to find the package.
When examined the package was found
to contain five varieties of black prismatic
powder, two sizes of double pyramids and
a quantity pressed into the shape of
bullets, besides a quantity of loose powder;
a small brass box, as yet unopened, but
from its leakings supposed to contain nitro-
glycerine, and a small piece of paper on
which were lettered the words: ‘To
h—-1 with you.”
Superintendent Quirk immediately de-
tailed Detectives James Donaghy and
Robert McKenty on the case and their
probing was in progress all of Saturday.
‘Two facts have thus far been establish-
ed,” said Detective McKenty last night.
*‘First, the powder in the package delivered
to us was not obtained at the navy yard.
I am reasonably confident that it can be
ascertained where the powder came from,
but how it was secured and by whom is a
most difficult matter to unravel. Second,
the package was mailed in the heart of the
‘city, east of Broad street. It was placed
sometime on Wednesday in one of the large
street mail boxes, and passed through the
main postoffice in the usual manner.”’
THINKS IT IS NITRO-GLYCERINE.
Concerning the substance in the brass box
in the centre of the package, Detective Me-
Kenty said : ‘‘It will be submitted on Mon
day to Dr. Henry Leffman, who will make
the chemical analysis. My personal opinion
is that the substance isnitroglycerine,as I
tasted some which leaked through the cov-
er of the box.’
Charles A. Barry is the letter carrier who
delivered the package at Mr. Pattison’s of-
fice. ‘‘Its large size attracted my atten-
tion,’’ he said, ‘‘and when I was handling
it the contents rattled considerably. I
shook it several times, as it excited my cur-
iosity,and I am now grateful that I deliver-
ed it totally ignorant as to its contents.’
There is no United States law against the
sending of explosives through the mails,al-
though it is in violation of the postal regu-
lations. In consequence the Post Office in-
spectors will do nothing in the matter, al-
though Assistant Postmaster Knowles will
pursue a searching investigation on his own
account with a view to tracing the package
to its sender. .
Mr. Pattison takes the matter very cool-
ly, and beyond his experience with the
block of powder has little light to throw
upon the plot. *‘It must have been an in-
sane person,’’ he remarked. ‘“Why I was
singled ont I do not know, for I have notan
enemy that I know of. The whole matter
can safely rest with the proper authorities
for solution. Until the matter was called
to my attention I did not even know my
peril.”
Girl's Parents Pay Ransom,
Chicago Father Gives Agent $100 For Return of
Daughter.
Laurena Freeman, thirteen years old, who
has been missing since July 23rd, was re-
stored to her parents at 1:30 o’clock Tues-
day afternoon, in Chicago, $100 being paid
to the woman who offered for a considera-
tion to do what she could toward produc-
ing the lost child. r 8,
The ransom was paid to Mrs. C. Stahl, of
4704 State street. It is learned that there
were present when the amount was paid,
Wesley Freeman, father of the girl; Mrs.
Stahl and one witness. The mother of the
girl waited with her lost daughter in a back
room of the house while the money was be-
ing paid. :
The father bad been induced to promise
Mrs. Stahl the reward under circumstances
that have not been whooly revealed. He
had given up all hope of the police being
able to find his daughter.
Mr. Freeman, his wife and Mrs. Stahl ad-
mitted that the ransom was paid and that
it was $100. A receipt was made out and
signed by Mrs. Stahl.
12.000 Rose Blossoms on One Bush.
Several of our country exchanges have
recently contained notes relating to the
number of roses grown on Crimson Ram-
bler bushes at various places. The greatest
number reported was 6,400, grown by
Mrs Lewis Daring, of Lawrenceville, Ti-
oga county,on a bush of four years’ growth.
It was eighteen feet high and twelve feet
broad. Mis. Hiram Kilbourne, of Wells-
boro, carries off the honors so far as heard
from. She has a Crimson Rambler which
covers her porch with between 10,000 and
12,000 blossoms. Itis of three years’ growth
is ten feet high and coversa surface of from:
eight to ten feet: broad. The clusters are
so thick that the foliage of the vine is al-
most wholly hidden from sight, presenting:
a solid mass of beautiful flowers. :