THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBURO, PA. RIVAL JUNGLE KINGS The IN this serial yon are gtvoD a picture of present-dny A hut- J , lean Indians 011 government , reservations. The nulhor depicts, J ' too, the nmiiniT In which the J original Americans hove been t exploited In the past l)y unscru- pulous men with strong political J 4 Influence. On the other hand. J assuming that you have a taste t for wholesome romance, you will J enjoy tho powerful love element , In "The Quartcrbreod." And ' 1 Mr. Rennet's portrayul of the t principal characters Is as much J t a study as an entertainment. 1 We feel sure our renders can J t look forward with pleasure to t (he perusal of each Instullnient J t of the story. J THE EDITOR. J CHAPTER I. Under Pire. In Its spring freshness the usual dreary brown of the Montana range was tempered with u pleasant preen. Rut the midday sun was blistering!' hot, and the rider turned his eyes to the snowy crests of the Little I'nw mountains. The nearest of the rugged, plne-clud spurs were now only four or five miles away. He had almost reached the reservation. Wolf river marked the boundary. The ratify stride of his thoroughbred mare was as easy and unfaltering as when she had borne Jilm away from the half-dozen shacks of thenenrest "town" on the railroad, fifty miles back over the open ranee. But as they began to top the rise, he drew her down to her rapid walk, and took out his fleldiiUlsses. Hardly had he focused the powerful little binoculars when from across the roulee, a short distance downstream, came the crack of a high-power rltle. A moment later the shot wus followed by three deeper reports from up stream. The lirst shot was smokeless, Not ro the others. The Mulsh smoke puffs of their charges of black powder directed the gaze of the rider to the dozen or more swarthy, half naked In dians crouching rear the top of the coulee bank, across from the nearby butte. All were warily peering down the; coulee. The road ran obliquely across the narrow valley to n side gulley that l.oshed the far bank a hundred yards or so downstream. P.aek In the shelter of this gulley four or five ponies stood grouped before a buckboard. Above them a man was crouched under the edge of the bank. Another man lay behind a small bush, Just outside the entrance of the gulley. A woman In civilized dress was coming around from the rear of the backboard. The erect figure of the rider tensed with quick decision. He wheeled his mare out of the road, to cut down the sharp slope directly towards the Indians. His voice rang across the coulee with the clearness of a bugle call: "llo, there! Cense firing!" At his command, the Indians twisted about to glure at him In a half panic. Three or four started to slink nwny. But one swung his rifle around and Dred. The bullet grazed the rider's coat collar. He flung up his right hand, palm outward. The reply to the peace Sign was a second bullet, that cut the Crown of his campaign hat. Two bullets were enough to change the tactics of the rider. At a word from him and a touch of the rein, his mare swerved and plunged obliquely "Ho, There! Cease Firing!" down the side of the coulee. Tho In dians burst Into exultant yells, and several opened fire on the fugitive as the mare leaped down to the coulee and dushed across the bottom toward the gulley. Urged on by voice and spurless heel, the more sprinted over the sandy level with the rush of a racehorse on the home stretch. Coming to the narrowed stream, she covered It In a single tre mendous leap, and (lashed on, un checked, up Into the gulley, safe out of reach of those whirring leaden hornets. As they swept past the low bush at the entrance of the gulley, the rider looked down at the man behind It. He tew a blond, florid young fellow, w hose bine eyes and small red-lipped mouth were ugly with hate. A glimpse, and he was past the outlier. Tha woman, crouched Just beyond, under the edge of the bank, was blaz ing away toward the Indians with an automatic revolver. An Instant later he pulled ap his mare alongside the buck board and looked up with cool alert ness at the third member of the party, under the brink of the bank. The man cmmxl firing and twisted his thickset Site Quarte body half nbout so that lie could stare down nt the newcomer. Ills close cropped hair was grizzled, his face leathery and stolid. The cast of his fea tures Indicated French-Canndinn blood. The fusillade, of the Indians had ceased the Instant their view of the fugitive was cut off. Yet, after a sin gle hard look, the man on the bank turned nwuy to thrust his rltle up over the edge and shoot. The rider w heeled his inure and rode back past the skit tish ponies. Tho woman had crept In from the entrance of the gulley to where she could stand upright without exposing herself to the tire of the Indians She came up the slope with an easy, springing step that told of youthful buoyancy. From under the hem of her neat gingham dress peeped the toes of small, blue-beaded moccasins. Having reloaded her pistol, she raised her head to look up ot the rider. He was lifting his hand to touch his hat with perfunctory courtesy. Then he saw her fuce calm, proud, vividly beauti ful. He removed his hat, with a sudden change In his manner that brought a gleam Into the girl's blue-black eyes. The glare of the midday sun exposed ihe lines In his strong, plain face and the pallor under Its tropical tan. From the white hairs that silvered his thick ruddy locks at the temples, his age might have been put ot thirty-five or forty. Itut this sign of middle oge was contradicted by the clear hazel eyes. A trifle disconcerted by the girl's cool scrutiny, he brusquely demanded : "What Is the trouble here'" She looked from his cavalry puttees to his army saddle and tho butt of ld rifle. "I guess you needn't worry about your scalp," she assured him, her rich contralto voice as soft ns It was sweet ly mocking. "You came near getting n hair brand, I see, But you're safe enough now If you keep close." The raillery brought a slight flflsh in to his sallow cheeks. Yet his gaze did not flinch before her look of disdain. Ho asked another question: "Huve they taken the agency?" "No. We saw this bunch up the bank. Reggie cut loose at them before I'ere could stop him." 'Tcre?' Ah your father. The other man fired nt them first, you say?" tun you Maine him? lie was along when the ngetit was shot down, last week. You may have heard of the murder." 'Y'es. Still It was wrong for him to Invite an attuck, with a woman In his party." 'Oh. I'm only a qnarterhreed, you know," replied the girl with Ironical lightness. "Resides, Reggie thought the party was trying to head us off. Don't worry. Charlie Redbear crawled up the road half an hour ago. The chances are we can hold out until he fetches the police." A rifle shot n:;ic tuated the remark. The rider looked over the coulee bank across at tho Jagged crest of the butte. "If they slip over there," be said, "this position will become unten-' able. The butte is the key to the situ ation." He looked ot tho girl, between con cern and swiftly growing admiration of her remarkable beauty. Her eyes were like blue-bluck diamonds. An almost Imperceptible film of old-gold enriched the creom and rose of her cheeks. Her Jet-black hair was of French fineness. The curve of her rather large mouth wns perfect. Rut the red Hps were ngaln parting in a disdainful smile. She replied with out seeking to conceal her scorn : "If you're afraid they'll take the butte, you might get away by bolting down the coulee. We'll do what we can to draw their fire." "You will" he said. "Thank you for your suggestion. I believe I'll follow it. Kindly step aside." She stood motionless, her eyes glit tering with cold contempt of his cow ardice. Unchecked by the look, he leaned forward In the saddle. Hie mare leaped away like a startled deer. Once clear of the gulley she swerved shurply and raced oway down the cou lee. The flight was so unexpected, so daring and so swift that the fugitive hud been borne a good fifty yards down along the foot of the near slope before the Indians opened fire on him. Tho girl hod crept forward ond crouched In the entrance of tho gulley to peer after him. "The cow ard !" she cried. "The cow ard ! 1 hope they get 111 iu 1" Rut before one of the many bullets could find the leaping, receding mark, mare nnd rider shot out of sight behind a clump of willows. At once the Bring censed. The blond young man under the bush glanced around ot the girl and called Jeerlngly: "I say, Marie, how's that for n bobtail visit? Took him for a gentleman." "Gentleman? That's the word," she mocked. "Conduct becoming an officer and gentleman." "Ofllcer?" he repeated. "You don't meon to sny " "Yes," she asserted, "ne's an army officer. I could see It sticking out all over him." The man stared ot her In blank amazement, but suddenly bethought himself to roll over nnd send a bullet pinging up the coulee. The girl continued to peer down the river bottom. After severnl moments more nnd rider dashed Into view, rac ing directly across the coulee. Though the Indians at once opened Ore, the mare had skimmed over the level and op Into a gulley In the far bank before they could get the range. Hopeful that one or more of the enemy might expose themselves during the excitement, the young man behind the bush hud not looked around. As the firing ceased, he called scofllngly: "How about tho strategic retreat? Does General Fuhlus make his getaway with out casualties?" "I.e bon Dleu be praised I He has escaped," the girl mn ked In turn. "We ure saved. Iu a week or ten days he will return to the rescue with thrco troops of cavalry." "If those sneaking coyotes hnve sent n delegation around to climb the butte from tho upside, we'll get ours before Charlie can come back with the po lice," grumbled the young man. "Yes. Our military expert saw that at once. He suld this position would become untenable." "So he ran, leaving 0 woman In the lurch the skunk 1" "Well, he has gone. You'd better be thinking how to get us out of the hole you've got us Into," suggested the girl. "The Coward, the Coward! I Hope They Get Him." "All I did was to knock up the dust In front of them. The way they came back at me proves they renlly were scheming to get us." "Much you know about It," scoffed the girl. "Just because some of the tribe ore feeling ugly Is no sign that " "How about the murder of Nogen?" "Well, how? "ou nnd Charlie both say there was only the one buck who dlil the shooting. No; If this bunch hail been planning to get us, they'd have been out of sight under tho edge of the bonk or over on the butte when we first came ulong." "Have It your own way only toss me a bottle of beer, that's a good girl. I'm dry as a fish." Recklessly he sat up ond looked ot her, his small mouth curving In a smile under the neat mustache. A bullet whizzed close over his head. "There! They've spotted your position. Come away!" Her voice quavered with con cern for him. The girl did not wait for him to reach her. Satisfied as to his safety, she went up the gulley to the buckboard nnd drew a canteen from the box under the seat. Her father glanced down and saw what she was doing. Ills fuce was powdered with dust, lie spat and beckoned to her. "Good I Bring it up. Bullet hit the edge of the bank." The girl climbed nimbly up the gul ley side with the canteen. Her father spot again, took a deep drink, and said : "Better git tho ponies round behind the buckboard. Unless Charlie gits buck soon, we may have to leave the ore and make a break for the agency." "All right, l'ere," cheerfully respond ed the girl. "There haven't any of them been hit so far, I guess. They may be willing to let us off with a big scare." "I'll give them a score ond something more when the police come," declared the young man, who had taken 0 new position In the opening of the gulley. "No, you won't," remonstrated the girl as she started down to him with the canteen. "When old Tl-own-konzn sent In word thnt he'd call It quits over the shooting of Nogen's killer, he meant It. Rut this time you fired the first shot, and If you kill one of them, It will mean a blood feud. If not an uprising." Tho young man snapped his fingers. "I don't give that much for the whole pack of coyotes!" "Don't forget the mine, Mr. Van," protested the older man. "Yes, and how nbout me?" asked the girl os she held out the canteen. "That settles It," he replied. "To pleose you, I'll what do you say? I'll call It quits." Shaking a gush of water out over the spout, he lifted the canteen In gallant salute and carried It to his lips. "Better hurry with them ponies, Ma rie," called her father. She did not wait for tho canteen, but walked Rwiftly up the gulley to the restive ponies. As she led the two saddle horses around to the rear of the buckboard, the young man colled up to her: "Shorten my stirrups. Thnt pinto Is the best runner In the bunch." "Con you make It bureback?" she asked. "He con hold on to the harness," said her father. "Tie the tugs so they won't drag" "Yes, I guess I can hold on. I'll try the calico mare." "Any sign on the butte?" she In quired, her supple gloved fingers deftly f.-eelng the harnessed ponies from the buckboard. "Nothing yet," answered tho young mon. "I'm expecting a bullet soon." "This ain't no Joke, Mr. Von," com plained the other man. He glowered at the butte. Suddenly his trained eyes cnught sight of an object moving tip the steep slope of a crag. He chipped his rifle to bis shoulder, sighted It, paused and lowered tho weapon, with an astonished oath. "I'ere !" cried tho girl. "What Is It?" "Walt I" ho repll.nl. "If It Is by Oar, If It 1st Olt ready, Mr. Von. Only don't shoot unless they rush us." The report of a rifle enme down from the butte crest. The young man low ered his rifle and peered over the edge of the gulley. At the somo moment a whirl of yelling horsemen swept down the coulee bunk opposite the butte, and went flying away up the vol ley In a wild race for the nearest grove of cottonwoods. From tho butte several shots crocked In rapid succession. The fugitive In dians yelled nt their ponies In 0 frenzy of urgency, and dug their heels Into tho flanks of the straining beasts at every Jump. The rifleman on the butte wns firing towards them, not towards the purty In tho gulley. "Hold on, Marie I" snld her father, Jumping down the bunk to her. "We'll hitch up ngaln, and cross over to meet him." "Who?" asked the girl. She had been too Intent on her tank to see what was happening. "Tho man who ran away," ho an swered. "The Joke's on you Mr. Van." "How?" Her futher grinned ns he bent to re fasten a tug. "You took him for a quit ter. He hod tho nerve to run their fire ng'ln and you thought he was heading back for the railroad." The glti flushed. "He's not the mon on the butte?" "Yep. Jumped the whole bunch, Drat shot. We better hustle. It'll look good for us to cross over to meet Mm." "Marie says he's an army ofllcer," added the young man. "It will bo as well to gi't the ore off the reservation. There's 110 telling what he bus come for.". CHAPTER II. The Acting Agent Within a few minutes the party hud neared the top of the ridge. The thoroughbred mare came trotting up from the hollow on the other side. At sigh of them her rider brought her to 11 statid. The older man spurred his pony up the round of the summit. "By Car, that wasn't no bad play you made, pannor," he called. "Taking the butte gave you the drop on 'em." The man whose strategy hnd routed the Indians did not reply. The girl looked up nt him with confident ex pectancy In her sparkling eyes. He did not move. Tho expression of his harsh features was severe, but there was a flush under the tropical tan on his checks. She hesitated, her rich color deepen ing. Then her pique gnve way to a more generous Impulse. She drew the gauntlet glove from her right hand. Under his cold gaze her eyes again hardened with offended pride, and again they softened nnd glowed with frank approbation. "Con you forgive me?" she-asked. He bowed formnlly. "If you think there Is anything to be forgiven." "You know there Is. I wish to apolo gize." She stood up In the buckboard and held out her hand to him. It was very white and shapely. Ho bowed over It with grave courtesy, as he took It la his nervous clasp. "You have no need to apologize, Miss " "Dupont Marie Dupont." "None whntcver, Miss Dupont," he went on. "I should have explained my Intentions." "Why didn't you moke for the butte first thing, Instend of crossing the cou lee?" broke In the blond young mon. "I did not wish to shoot until I un derstood the cnuse of the trouble. There was also the chnnce that they would cease firing when I rode towards thera." "That was nervy of you," remarked the girl's fother "that nnd making the second run when they'd come so near glttlng you the first time." "You arc Jacques Dupont, the Indian trader?" "That's me only they make It 'Jake' this side of Ottawa. Marie guessed you're on ormy officer." Captain Floyd Hnrdy, United States cnvnlry," stated the newcomer os he rnlsed his glasses. The blond young mnn straightened out of his Insolently cnreless pose, nnd spoke In the tone of a gentleman: "Iieosed to meet you, Captain Hardy. You were In command of the I'htllp plne constabulary force that sup pressed the recent Insurrection In the Sulu Islands. You received favorable mention from congress. I am Reginald Vundervyn of tho Vandervyns of Stut en Island. Senator Clemmer Is my uncle." The coptoln responded to the Intro duction with a curt bow. "See anything of the pieeco. Cap?" asked Dupont. "Yes. They should be here In a few minutes." "I sec them," snld the girl. "They're coming down the slope this side of the Sioux Creek divide." "They're slow," growled Vandervyn. "I'll ride back and head them 'cross country. They have good horses. They shall run out every buck In the bunch." He spun his pony about to sprint down the road Into the coulee. Hardy uttered a stern order: "Hultl" Angered nt the command and still more at the Impulse that compelled him to obey It. Vandervyn twisted about In his saddle to face the ofllcer with a ohnllenguig store. "Keep that talk for your Inferiors," he suld. "I am acting agent of this reservation. What I soy goes. I'll huve those bucks trulled till every one of them Is In the guardhouse or feeding the crows." A Modem Indian Reservation Story by Robert Ames Bennet "You lire mistaken, Mr. Vundervyn," replied Hnrdy, nnd ho drew an official envelope from an Inside pocket. "You are only the chief clerk on this reser vation. I have been detailed to serve as acting agent." "You?" cried Vandervyn. "Why, It was all fixed for mo to bo appointed agent. My uncle wired me that my name would go through for the promo tion without a hitch. 80 you pulled the wires to cut me out?" "I pulled no wires, Mr. Vandervyn," Hardy coldly met tho nccusntlou. "On my return from the Islands, Inst month, I asked for a detail to active service In the open, preferably here In the northwest, on account of my henlth." "Do you meon to soy you did not ask for this place In particular?" "No. The detail was given 1110 be cause of the killing of tho Into agent and the reported restlessness of the tribe." "You'll find these ugly bucks differ ent from Moros." "1'erhups," said Hardy. He looked at the two big, lumpy sacks that were lushed on tho buckboard. "You had started for the rullrood?" "I'ere and Mr. Van wished to ship out tho ore," explnlned the girl. ' "Ore?" Inquired Ilurdy. "Well, yes. It's a sort of ore." ad mitted Dupont. "You see, me and" "I'll moke It clear to Captain Hardy In two words, Juke," broke In Van dervyn. Ho looked nt the new agent with a frank, o'lrect goze. "You see, captain, some of the Indians have been getting ore, back In the mountains. Jake trades them goods for It The barter has been a good thing for them, and so fur, I believe, Jake has lost nothing." Dupont narrowed his shrewd gray eyes os If calculating. "Well, no, Hint's no lie. Cup. Tukc It In the long run, I uln't lost nothing. It might figure out I've broke even or mebbe some better." Vandervyn winked at Hnrdy. "When on Indian trader admits he may have done some better than to hnve come out even, we con guess what that means." "Norn d'un chlen !" grumbled Dupont "Ain't the risk to count?" "It has been an unnecessary risk for you to keep your daughter on the res ervation after the killing of Mr. No gen," reproved Hardy. "I presume she Is now going awny, not to return until the trouble hns passed." "You ore quite mistaken, Captain Hardy," said the girl. "I am going for the drive and to send off a mull order. We enn rely on the police. Anyway, none of tho tribe would hurt me." Dupont scratched his head nnd mut tered : "Well, mebbo so. You can't al ways tell whnt they'll do." "Why, Pere," exclaimed Marie, "you know there's not the slightest danger to me." "Well, mebbe not to you," he ac quiesced. "Yet It Mill bo ndvlsable for you to remain oway until I have the situation well In hand," sold Hardy. The girl's eyes flashed at the slight suggestion of dictation. "I'll Jo us I please, thank you," she rejoined. In this Instance you mny," agreed Hardy, "since your father admits that you are in no danger. Otherwise I would order you to remain away." "You'd dare to order me?" "Certainly. You should know the scope of the agent's authority. It In cludes the right to order off the reser vation anyone not a member of the tribe." The girl smiled mockingly. "You for get I told you I am a qunrterbreed." "Marie!" remonstrated Vandervyn. "Mind your own business I" Bhe flashed back at him. "I am not ashamed that I'm a member of the tribe, nnd I don't care how soon be knows It, even If he Is an officer of your little American army." Sho turned upon Hnrdy, flushed, de fiant, haughty. "My mother wns the granddaughter of Sitting Bull. What have you to soy to that, Mr. West rolnter?" "Nothing, Miss Dupont, unless" he paused, smiled nnd continued "uuless It Is to remark that I am glad the po lice are so near." The girl's eyes flashed with anger. With a swift movement she bent over and snatched her driving-whip from ANYTHING BUT A HIGHBROW! M mm The Average Man Naturally Flinches From the Reputation for In tellectuality. No one renlly wants to be consid ered a highbrow. The term Itself, ns Vnn Wvck Brooks savs. Is derogatory. Here and there a person may be so superior as to be fluttered by the derision of the herd. Undergraduates like to think they are. But a man bus to be far gono In superiority be fore bo relishes the notion of being avoided for Its sake. You cannot imagine a man like NivtzMThe trying to prove thnt he had a heart any more than you can imag ine Mm shooting the chutes at Coney iinni He la the kind of Olympian whose dignity seems to have beeu In herent. You would Just as soon drum hir out of norceluln as slap a Nietzsche on the back. But the ordl- nory Olymplun, certainly In Americn, ta mnrA anxious to show he Is gre- gorlous than to protect his reputation for superiority ana intellect. Yon do not hnve to slap him on the back ; he slaps you. If he Is running for office, In particular, he wants it to be known that blood, not Ice water, flows through Ms veins. He yenrns 0 Indicate that he Is a good fellow. n tells funny stories, has himself photographed playing pinochle, Is dis covered by bis Interviewer sitting at Its socket on the dashboard and stood poised, the whip upraised to strike. Dupout's heavy Jowl dropped, Vun dervyn swung his rifle around, his large blue eyes glinting with eagerness. Ilurdy faced the girl with no change In his smile. Hnd his steady gozo wavered for on Instant, sho would hnve slashed him across the face. "You you I" she whispered. "Twit me with the treacherous killing of my great grandfather, would you?" "Treacherous? How Is that?" he asked. "llo wns murdered by the police 1" sho cried. "You know It." "I beg your pardon," he replied. "I hnd not tho slightest Idea of alluding to what to you must bo a painful oc currence. But, since you hnve referred to It, I wish to say that you are misin formed. Sitting Bull wns shot while resisting arrest. Tho police wero act ing under orders. The man who shot the chief hud first beeu shot by one of the chiefs men." The scarlet that flamed In the girl's cheeks deepened to crimson. Her gaze wavered. Instend of striking Hnrdy, the whip lushed down across the backs of the team. The young broncos plunged nnd Jumped forwnrd; they whirled the buckboard down the slope away from the river. The girl's companions Jerked their ponies about to gallop after her. Hnrdy spoke to them In peremptory com mund: "Walt I Dupont, I shall ask you to bring my baggage from the rail road. Here come tho police. I shall detail four of their number to go with you as escort" "We don't need no escort," snld Du pont. "Do we, Mr. Vnn?" "They will go la place of Mr. Vun dervyn," explained Ilurdy. "I must ask lil 111 to accompany me to the agency." The young mnn looked the new ngenv up and down with an Insolent smile on his handsome, boyish face. "Whnt If I do not choose to go back?" "It would put me to the necessity of flndUig a new chief clerk," countered Hardy. The other evidently hnd expected an arbitrary order. He bit his lip. It was plain Hint bo wns puzzled over the adroitly worded reply. Was It a threat, or merely 11 statement due to misap prehension? "If you wish to resign," added the captain, "mny I request you to tele- Hardy Uttered a Stern Order: "Halt!" graph for your successor to be Imme diately appointed nnd ordered here?" "I'd resign quick enough If I could," snld Vandervyn. "You're the lust man I'd let order me around If I could help It." Ilurdy" turned to the stolid-faced trader. "Plense remember my bnggage. You had better ride on after your duugh ter. The escort will soon follow." t In the next Installment Cap- J J tain Hardy discovers conditions f ' which lead him to believe there J ' Is a conspiracy on foot Can you guess the nature of It? t (TO 1513 CONTINUED.) the organ singing, "Home,' Sweet Home." A man may have the temper ament of a hermit crab In prlvute life; In public life he must smile cheerily when a bollermaker crushes his fingers and bellows: "Tommy, put It there." New Republic. Food Frauds In Belgium. Ofllclul nnulysls of some of the food surrogates In Belgium Is disclosing some extraordinary frauds. The direc tor general ,of the public health serv ice has found that some of the sub stitutes for oil, which Is no longer ob tainable, arc worthless coucoctlous that cost the munufucturers only a few cents per liter, but are sold to a gulli ble public nt funcy prices. One "oil snuco" was found to be 00.25 per cent water, with the remain ing .75 per cent an extract of gum. A "mayonnaise" In fancy packing and "highly recommended," was found to contain SO per cent water, 1.30 per cent oil, 10.70 per cent starch ond 2 per cent isl An Invalid's food adver tised os "nvot extract, extra quality," was made of 05 per cent water, 15 per cent burnt sugar and 20 per cent salt. Amsterdam Dispatch. Euphemism. We read of "lively artillery battles" In the war reports. Thus Is the busi ness of wholesale killing dressed In the language of graceful felicity. Portland (Ore.) Telegram. ROAR OF ANDES MONKEYS LIKE THAT OF LION8. Veteran Traveler Declares Sound to Be the Most Trying en the Nerves That He Ever Had to Experience. The most striking sound In the American tropics Is the rourlng of the so-culled howling monkeys. The sound Is n deep-voiced, businesslike bellow ing, nt least a hundred times more thunderous ond terrible than you would think It possible for u creuture that Is only a little larger than a big tom cat, to make. I hnd heard the animals In the dis tance a number of times, but It was ut Rio Frio on tho Cuuca river, wher our littlo sternwheeler wus taking wood, that I first got close to them "In action." As I left the boat for a short walk In the virgin bottom forest I heard howlers a littlo distance In. I knew that they were small unlmuly (our biggest mule weighed 17 pounds) and could do me no liann. Yet 1 con fess that I had to exert a greater con trol of mind over matter than I have elsewhere ever been culled upon to show, In order to ovcrcomo my In stinctive desire to be somewhere else. Although I was certain that I was perfectly safe, It took all my nerve thnt first time to move up under tho tree whence enmo that courage-killing, men acing bellow. There were only four of them nu old male, a femnlo and two half-grown young; probably n fam ily. Yet the terrible noise that Issued principally from the bearded and ' swollen throat of tho old male seemed really to make tho atmosphere quake. As I stood below he would rush down toward me, bellowing outrageously, and I thought It took some fortitude ut first to stand by until he retreated again. Tho noise, ns I analyzed It at tho time, was a deep, throaty, bass roar, with something of the quality of grunting pigs, or the barking bellow of a bull alligator, or nn ostrich. Accompany. Ing that sound was a weird, crooning sort of wall, probably tho contribution of the feiuule or the youug, or both. The noise was fully ns loud as tho full-throated roaring of lions, and that It 1ms marvelous carrying power wns frequently uttested when wo heard It from the far side of somo of the great Andean valleys as we wound our tortuous wny across the Central Cor dillera. Louis Agasslz Fuertes, In Bird Lore. WAR WRECKS ARE MADE OVER Remarkable Operations Being Per formed on Wounded Soldiers of European Battlefields. Operations by which Important and even vital parts of tho human body, shuttered or completely shot away, hnve been rebuilt or reploced ore now among the commonplace events ot tho military hospitals of Kurope. In tho hospitals In lCnglnnd the science of sur gery has reached heights heretoforo undreamed of, thanks largely to tho efficient direction of Sir Alfred Keogh, director general of the British army medical service. From the beginning of tho war Sir Alfred has Impressed upon his subordinates the necessity of the saving of tho limbs of wounded sol diers when It Is at all possible, In order that the patients may remain useful members of the community nnd not be come public charges. Amputations are now' avoided In thousands of stisen where two years ngo they would have been considered absolutely necessary. Marvels have also been accomplished In the new nerve surgery, whlclThas been devel oped ns a result of tho vast multitude of cases In which tho nerves have been severed. Sir Alfred Keogh, the director of the army medical service of Great Britain, Is In his sixtieth year, and Is the son of a Roscommon barrister, lie gained his first experience In war-' me surgery during tho South African conflict when he was In chnrgo of a general hospital. Ills work was so efficient that he was awarded several medals, and In- 19XM became director general of tho service. He retired In 1909, but returned to the head of the medical service when he war broke out. Sir Alfred hns been the recipient of many honors from medical and scientific organizations. Curious American Custom. I do not know that Viscount Kuneko can be reckoned uuiong tho great men of Japan, but he Is certainly one of her most interesting sons. lie hns been prominent among governmental and legislative circles, but he Is unpopular Iu some quarters because of his pro Americanism. No one In Japan un derstands Amrcica and Amerlcuns bet ter, suys the Chrtstlun Ueruld, and, as he says, he hus given 17 years of his life to explaining American ways to tho Japanese. No wonder that ho understands Americn, for he was educated In tho Rice Grammar school of Boston, In the Boston Latin school and Uurvard col lege and Mount Desert and Cape Ana are ns familiar to him as to any New Englander. He ivns In college with Colonel Roosevelt and knows him well. "I hnve camped out with American boys," he said, "and lived with them Iu their homes. In every home they hnd family prayers, and nt first when they kneeled down I didn't know what to do. but I soon learned." Daylight Law Cuts Gasbllls. The manner of the Glasgow gas works in Scotland hns Issued a state ment showing the effect of the new daylight bill upon the gas consumption of that city. Last ycur the consump tion of gas from six o'clock until mid-' night for' three weeks amounted to 124,OSO,000 cubic feet. It wus 104, 127,000 this year for the same period a saving of 20,000,000 cubic feet. This means nn average saving of nearly million feet each evening. There is an Increnso of over 12.000,000 cubic feet during the remaining 18 hours of ciie day, duo to the great demund for gas for ludustrlul purposes chiefly from tho government to meet the demands of war.
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