re ao VB) Nowe rre ViMc GLAS 9 Nonerre V.Mc OLA 5: The old Indian woman glanted furtively at the distant sky line, and then centered her gaze upon the deep crystal waters of the lake, The Ong? she sald. 1 will tell you of the Ong The Ong was a huge bird, greater tian the houses of the white men, Its body was like the eagle's, and ite wings were longer than the tallest pines, Its face was that of an In dian, but covered with hard scales, and its feet were webbed, Its nest was deep down in the bottom of the lake out in the center, and out of the nest rushed all of the waters which fill the lake. There are no rivers to feed the lake, only the waters from the Ong's nest, AR the waters flow back near the bottom, in great under- sweeps, and after passing through the meshes of the nest are sent forth again, Every plant and bird and ani wal that gets into these under-cur rents, and sometimes even the great trout are swept into the meshes of the nest and are there held fast to fur nish food for the Ong. He ate everything, he liked every thing, but best of all he liked the taste of human flesh. No one ever heard or saw anything of such poor | How An Innocent Man was Sus- A. an AN ER & warriors around the council fire, All day long he had been sitting alone on | the jutting clilts which ov erbang the | water, far away from the laughter | and shouts of the camp, eagerly, pray- | erfully watching the great lake. Bure- | ly the Great Spirit would hear his | prayer and give him the moment he | longed for, yet he had been here for days and weeks in unavailing prayer and walting: The afternoon was well-nigh spent, and the hegrt of the young brave had grown cold as stone, In his bitter despair he sprang to his feet to defy and curse the Great Spirit to whom he had trusted, but ere he could utter the words his very soul stood still for joy. Slowly risiug from the center of the lake, he saw the dreaded Ong, Cir cling high in the heavens like a vast shapeless thunder-cloud, black as th night the monster swept, now now there in search of prey. The young brave stood erect. When Ong was nearest, he waved his arm to nttrane { its notice He had not to walt. y swoop and mm awful rushing noise the bird dashed to earth, and as it swept upward, 1 young brave by all to In © lod 1 I Wis see) THE GREAT ONG. mortals ag were drowned in these wa- ters, for thelr bodies were carried to the Ong's nest and no morsel ever escaped him. Sometimes he would fly about the shores in quest of some child, or woman or hunter, yet he was a great coward, and was never known to attack anyone in camp, or when two of more were together, No arrow could plerce his featners, nor could the strongest spear do more than glance from the scales on his face and legs, yet his eraven's heart made him afraid, for his toes had no claws, and his mouth no beak. Late one fall the Washoe Indians were making their final bunt before going to the valleys and leaving the lake locked In {ts winter snows, The Chief's daughter was sixteen years old, and before leaving the lake he must select the greatest hero in the tribe for her husband, for such had been the custom of Washoe chiefs ever since the tribe came out of the Northland. Fairer than ever Indian maiden had been was this daughter, and every unmarried brave and war rior in the tribe wished that he had performed deeds of greater prowess, that he might be certain of winning the prize. ‘That last night at the lake, around the big council fire, each was to smoke the poe and recount to the Chief the noblest achievement of his life, and when all were heard, the Chief would choose, and the women Join the circle and the wedding take piste, For many years the warriors d looked forward to this event and the tribe had become famed beeause of nets of reckless daring performed those who hoped to wed the Chief's lovely daughter, It wag the morning of the final day. and much game and great stores of dried trout were packed ready for the Journey, All were preparing for the wedding festivities, and the fact that no one knew who would be the bride groom among all that mighty band of warriors, lent Intensest excitement to the event. All were joyous and hap py, except the malden and the hand fome young brave to whom she had given her heart. In spite of custom or tradition, her love had long since out to one whose feet had heen young to press the war path when last the tribe gave battle to thelr hereditary foes, the Plutes. He never bad done deed of valor, nor could he aren dal; the right to sit with the its talons. A great the camp, note heard up inte the mere Spex kK to fast in horror arose from wis the sweetest brave hand ever flew straight until It became a the enthralled beholders below, When it seached a great height it would drop its prey into the lake and let the current draw It to the nest Such was its custom, and ror this clasped ery of but it young bird sky winding from his waist a long buck skin cord, and tying himself firmly to the Ong's legs. The clunmy feet could not grasp him so tightly as to prevent his movements, At last the great toes opened wide, but the Indian did not fall. Again they closed and opened, and the enraged bird thrust down his head to see why his vietim refused to fall. In a mighty rage the Ong tried to grasp the man in its mouth, but the strong web between the set bird's toes sheltered him. Again and again the bird tried to use his horrid teeth, and each time his huge body would fall through the air in soch twistings and contortions that those who watched below stared in bewllder. ment. But what the watchers could not see was that every time the huge mouth opened to snap at him, he young brave hurled a handful of poisoned arrow heads into the mouth, and down the big throat, thelr sharp points cutting deep Into the unpro tected flesh. The bird tried to dis lodge him by rubbing his feet to gether, but the thong held firm, Now it plunged headlong Into the lake. but its feet were tied so that It conld not swim, and though it lashed the waters into foam with its great wings and though the man was nearly drowned and exhausted, the polson caused the great bird such agony that it suddenly arose and tried to escape by flying toward the center of the Inke, contest had lasted long, Willard Hotel in Washington the other day by a New Yorker who was travel ghow the danger of convicting a man on | circumstantial evidence, here, | the | 3 “he | the young Indian had prepared by un- | SIX HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS, pected. A ttle story was told at the New ing on a Pullman car between Bt fouls and his bome, which goes to The principal figure in this Incident was uot con- victed, but bad it pot been for a for- tultous circumstance it might Lave gone hard with him, “It seems that one of the occupants of the car on getting out of his berth to | dress missed his vest, which was a rather serious affair, Inasmuch as it | contained in an inside pocket a roll of | money which consisted of six brand. new $100 bills, “A little later he plcked up the gar- ment on the floor, but on searching, the roll of money was gone. It was a clear case of robbery, and the man naturally raised an excited outery, which drew the attention of all his fellow-travelers. Early In the game the proposition to search everybody in that conch was made and adopted w. I but a single dissenting voice, One man | stood out fiercely and indignantly | against it, and sald that he would never consent to such an indignity, but would oppose it with all the force he could ewiploy. “This man was at once an object of suspicion, and many whispers directed | at him went around. Every other indi- vidual aboard voluntarily submitted to One of the Great Battles of the Rebel | force, CHICKAMAGUA ANNIVERSARY. Hon~1ragic Death of Poet-Soldier General Lytle. Forty-two years ago the latter part of September was fought and won by Rosecrans the great battle of Chicka- agua, Chattanooga, the objective point of the campaign, lias been well considered | the very gateway of the entire South, | Bragg, in command of the Confederate | was outwitted and outipa- neuvred, and the town of Chattanooga fell luto Federal bands, entirely by | strategy, | Chattanooga was then but a poor, | | struggling village, never having been even heard of by one in a thousand of those who composed the Northern army. It is now a wealthy, prosperous city of over 60,000 inhabitants and the home of many Northern families, An electric line runs from the city to Chickamagua Park every 30 minutes, | The celebration of the anniversary of the battle, from the 19th to the 23d of September, where the tales of the campfire and the picket line were once more recounted, has been of surprising interest to thousands of old veterans | and thelr quondaw foes. being searched, yet nothing was seen of the s olen bills, threats made that rascally employe own up to the heft, and also made him disgorge $600 in handsome notes that appeared to be right from the Print ing Bureau. THe owner of the money was overjoyed and all hands congratu lated him on recovering his money. “About time the obdurate gen tleman who had resolutely declined to be searched secured the floor, ‘Now friends,’ said he, ‘I will tell you I risked your suspecting me of tie * and v hat did this man do but lown in his hip pocket and fetch 1 roll of money that he counted out and, as sure as | ~ roll there wer 186 Is of £100 deno this r presence, g man, in th no more and “% eae Fer WARS NO WAN + bill hen we | De Juvestigaled - ti Brief Thanks to the Ladies. { happiness, ial ius Hive rind lived shall et y, and m Iw Jadies havi uv vy the ser gu mbers of tl zens’ Band to a { higher stand morniity and | and may we never cease striving nutil we have reached the topmost round of the ladder of fame, when God, in His | wisdom, shall call us home, and whet ist Tune i © O red] wit) fluence of th ood ladies « wir g Li Bie we Lat of we have played our Is we be gathe darkness io the dar wollen #0 lmportant ige cholee, and from we inds bé had vanished, very unpsual for the © victim, and besides, i youth bad been many times warned iby his elders that he should not g hunting alone as had been his habit {of late, lut while the warriors were work ing themselves up to a frenzy of eh quence over thelr bygone deeds of daring, an Indian maiden was pad dilng a canoe swiftly and silent; toward the middle of the lake, Now the Chiefs daughter, nnderstood no more than the rest why her not been dropped inte the lake, nor why the Ong had acted so queerly | but she knew that she could die wit {her lover, She took her own fra jeanoe becnuse it was so light and {ensy to paddle, though It was mad | for her when a girl, and would scarce {ly support her weight now. It ma {tered nothing to her if the water splashed over the sides; It mattered nothing how she reached her lover { 8he kept saying his name over softly {to herself. “Tahoe! My own Tahoe! i ev of thelr m was not so to claim =a old women went to der. Their consternation was great, nor did the tribe rest until the rosy dawn tinged the Washoe peake and disclosed to the warriors the vast body of the Ong floating on the wa ters above its nest, and beside It a tiny, empty canoe. But gently ap proaching the shore was the strangest craft that ever flonted on water It was one of the Ong's great wings, and the sail was the tip of the other wing! Standing upon It clasped In each oth ers arms, was the young brave Ta- hoe and the daughter of the chief. In the shouts of the tribe. shouts in which warriors and women and children mingled thelr volees with that of the great Chief, Tahoe knew that he was the hero, and that Nona was his bride. The decision was rendered, but the Ong's nest still remains, and to this day the drowned never rise in Lake Tahoe, At this point some | | amateur Sherlock Holmes cornered the | | porter, and by adroit questions and | lover had | When the council had finished, the | the COhlef’s hut | {to bid his daughter come and hear the | | decision her father was about to ren | BRIGADIER.GENERAL WM, H. LYTLE le of (Chicl which itianoogn, fmagun, 171 1% most desper ntested on both sides, officers helr lives fone nH BrigadierG enernl 3 order head by i the b n ths + in the arms of his Hie poem of “Anthony and Cleopa ! tra.” generally believed to have wets mposed the night before the battle, ut which, as a matter of fact, was an rlier production, has been classed as of the most masterly lyrics lo Awerican poetry. on I Am Dying Egypt, Dyiag. { am dying Egypt, dying, Ebbs the eof Jife-tide fast, d the dark, Plutonian shadows Gather the evening blast ot tl hi! Queen, support ih thy sobs and bow thine ear, [4] to the great yu. and thou alone, must hear mson on ar 0 1, mw heart secrets, Though my scarred and veteran k ons thelr eagles wrecked and Bear And my loys Strew dark Actium’s fatal shore: Though no glittering guards sur ronnd me, Prompt to do thelr master's will, must perish like a Roman Die, the great Trinmvir still high no more, shattered gal i Iot not Caesar's servile minions Mock the lion thus laid low; "Twas no foeman's hand that him, "Twas his own that struck the blow Here, then, pillowed on thy bosom, Ere his star fades quite away, {Him who, drunk with thy caresses, Madly flung a world away: slow Should the base plebeian rabble Dare assall my fame at Rome, Where the noble spouse, Octavia, Weeps within her widowed home; Seek her—say the Gods have told me, Altars, Augurs, circling wings, {That her blood with mine commin ged, Yet shall kings, mount the throne of And for thee, stareyed Egyptian! Glorious sorceress of the Nlle, | Light the path to stygian honors With the splendors of thy smile Give the Caesar crowns and arches, | lot his brow the laurel twine; | | ean” scorn the Senate's triumphs, Trinmphing in love like thine, I am dying Egypt, dying! Hark! Insulting foeman's ery: They are coming—quick, my falehion! Lot me front them ere 1 die, Al! no more amid the battle Shall ny beart exulting swell; Inia and Osiris guard thee, Cleopatra! Rome! farewell! et Nursery Nonsense. 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