K County Democrat (Blackwell, Okla. Terr.), Vol. 1, No. 20, Ed. 1 Thursday, October 4, 1894 Page: 3 of 8
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Well, well I have seen it done before; around his neck. “Romulo! My life,
but senor,the man—the man-therc is if thou must go. take me, too.” ‘
no one in the camp-caramba! 100 , With a superhuman effort the In-
pesos. no, senor. no one man has that dian raised himself, clasped her close
P°bra Di0,! " iU I «’ith one arm, the other raised, and
A , e cr . . j the steel flashed for the third time,
Ashe ceased speaking a woman’s I and their souls passed into eternity
voice wailed out: together.
“Romula! Romula! Love of my 1 * # *
heart! Save!” And as w.) listened
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|T was night in the 1
Sierra Madro of
Mexico, and I !
swung in a ham- i
mock under the
wide portico of a 1
rude adobe build-
ing. my home for ;
the time being,
known as the Hacienda de Carmen,
although not worthy of the name; so :
called, however, by the people of the '
camp, who dreamed, as myself, of the
future of reduction works and numer- I
ous buildings to be erected from the
proceeds of the white metal that we )
were gouging so slowly from the
rocky fastness of nature.. The house, I
built on a precipitous bluff that rose
abruptly from the bed of the canyou,
rested on the extreme edge and com-
manded a view down the wild, rocky
gorgethat stretched awnf Some two
miles to a small, mountain-hemmed
valley lying thousands of feet below.
At the foot of tlie bluff a mountain
stream rushed and bounded around
and over boulders of gigantic size,
and then gently fell in cascade after
cascade N fit b some deep, still pool,
only to break away again and wind
on down t..e canyon in its mad rush
for the sea, seeming, in the glimmer
of the moonlight, like -some euortuou.u i
silver snake. With the mus!6 of the !
waters came the soughing of the pines
as the cool evening breeze swept j
frently up from the valley, bringing
also a murmur of voices from the j
camp far below/and the shrill creak- I
ing of the whim ns it revolved at the |
mouth of the shaft on the mountain
side, where, in the glare of a pine
wood fire, the dusky forms of the men
could be seen as they tramp-d around
and around, ’ slowly winding on a
massive drum a seemingly endless
rope from the bowels of the earth.
And as my hammock gently swayed ‘
I smoked, when—
“Buenos noclie, senor;” an l I was
called back to reality with u
start, to find my foreman, Miguel
Soza, with tho report and time of the
men for the day. After the accounts
had been looked over and 1 was about
to start on another visionary excur- 1
sion up ttie Nile, Miguel, who had ;
been for the past few momeats lean-
ing against the house and looking
down on the camp, removed the in-
evitable cigarette from hi3 lips and
said:
“Caramba, senor! there is the devil
to pay down in the camp. Senora
Frenandez, the widow, is wild, senor:
crazy about her pretty daughter,
Mariquita, and that Indiaa chief
Romulo, who was seen with her again
to-day on the mountain. Chief! Yes,
chief of the Tepewanes, but where
arc his people? Dead, gone all but a
handful, and he is so poor. Senor—
nn inaiz, no frijoles, and he is too
from across the
echo, “Save!'
canyon came the
1 approached the house, a long,
sprawling building constructed of
adobe and poles plastered with mud,
and a few Indians gathered around
the door made way, with the stolid
indifference so peculiar to the race,
and 1 entered a room lighted by two
crude tallow dips stuck into the necks
of bottles that rested on a small shelf.
A table and a few chairs composed
the furniture, while the walls were
void of ornaments of any kind, with
the exception of a cheap, highly
colored print of the Madonna, and u
rudely carved crucifix hanging above.
Grouped around were some twenty
Romulo and Mariquita rest in the
same grave on the canyon side be-
neath the pines, and a white stone
j cross marks the spot to this day.
BOUND TO GET THE PIE.
Highest of all in Leavening Power.—Latest U. S. Gov’t Report
ABSOLUTELY PURE
llow nn Army of Ant* Unlit n llrldge
Over a Circle of Mola**e*.
The following story told by the
Rocky Mountain News, is entitled to
a place among tho instances of in-
telligence among tho lower animals.
A cook wa9 annoyed to lind his
pastry shelves attacked by ants.
By careful watch it was discovered
that they came out twice a day in
search oj food at about 7 in tho
morning and A in the afternoon.
How were tho pies .To be protected
---- ----- -------^ . against the invaders? He did not
men and women engaged in boisterous have long to wait, for at 0:5 J o’clock
conversation, while in a corner oppo- i ho noticed that oil iu the left-hand
site the door stood Mariquita, a girl | corner of the pantry was a lino of
of about 10, tall and beautiful, and j ants slowly making their way in the
possessing that languid graac'which direction of the pies. They soemod
belongs only to women of tjie $outli. like a vast army coining forth to
Her dress a gown of soft material, attack an enginy. In front was a
bright red in color, had become de- lender, which was larger than'any '
tanged, and opening at the bosom ex- of tho others, and which always'kept
posed u vvlytsx'n muse that only partly a little alia%d of his troops. ‘They j
concealed ^ier heaving breasts; a | wore of tho sort known as tho medi-*’*
wealth of dark hair fell in disorder"] u’m-sL.ed red ant, which is regarded
far below her waist, and from a face as tho most intelligent of its kind,
oval in shape and of a rich, creamy wb'ose scientific name is formica
complexion, flashed eyes as black as j Vflfbra. About forty ants out of tho
night. Her lips, carmine tinted, *1 50H stepped out and joined the leader,
parted and showed little white teeth, j-Tho general and his uids Inside a
grinding together in anger, as she i council and then proceeded to cx-
stood, a child and yet a woman, re- arpino .a circle gf molasses. Certain
eeiving with silent scorn the storm i portions of it seemed to bo assigned
of abuse which her mother poured
forth in a perfect torrent of language. ’
As i reached the woman I asked if
she really intended to rattle lrer
daughter, for such, from the couver-
satiou. I judged to be her purpose.
“Si, senor—why not? Do 1 not find
to different ants, and each selected
unerringly tho points in the soctibu
under his charge where the stream
of molasses was narrowest. Then
tho leader made his tour of inspec-
tion. Tho order of march was given,
and tho ants all made their way to
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STOOD USE A RTATI K OF BRONZE.
J proud to work. Valgaine Dios! it was
a sail day for Mariquita when she
went first to mass at the little church
In Ilaborignme nearly three months
»go. And, senor, It was there they
first saw each ether, and then he fol-
lowed her here; and to think, senor,
die has been meeting him again after
Her mother locked her up for a whole
week, and gave her nothing to eat
but a plate of frijoles and two tortil-
las each day! and to-night, senor, she
cannot be found; she is not in
the camp, and the mother-
iramba! Listen, ’tis Mariquita.”
And from the trail on the side
if the canyon came the strains of
| Spanish love song, sung in a sweet,
rich, girlish voice, accompanied by a
jfuitar. The song swelled out upon
the stillness of tho night for a mo-
nent only, und then was broken by a
woman's voice from the camp below: j
“Mariquita! Mariquita! plearona,
ionic here! Oh! God of my soul, that
( should bring a daughter into tlie
world to love a dog of un Indio! Val-
fame Dios! but a husband thou sliult
nave this night—uy, one that can give
thy mother 100 pesos sliult have thee."
“Carrajo! Senor,” said Miguel.
i b “The old devil will sell her daughter.
diablo of an Indio, and 1 will lose her
forever. No man here has one hun-
dred pesos, and 1 am poor. Rattle
her? ^ es, why not7 True, the priest
will not be at Baborgame for three
months, but what matter? She can
marry then; it will be all the same.”
In the meantime five of the miners
had managed to obtain twenty pesos
each, which they were anxious to
risk for the purchase of Mariquita,
and the money being handed over to
the widow the dice was produced, and
on the table that had been drawn
into the center of the room the throw-
ing began.
The first man to throw was Curios
Mendoza, a tall, swarthy-looking
Mexican, wiio stood wrapped in a
scrape of orange und purple. Ills im-
mense sombrero, resting on the back
of his head, allowed a mop of coarse
black hair to fall over bis low fore-
head into his eyes. Raising the box,
he brushed the hair aside, and after
slowly rattling the dice threw in
silence—sixteen. Again the dice
rattled—thirteen; and again—seven-
teen; forty-six in all.
A murmur of applause from the
spectators and Mendoza turned to-
ward Mariquita, but something in her
look quailed him aud with n low
laugh he turned to watch the throw-
ing of his opponents. The box passed
from one to another without avail aud
was now- in the hands of the last
thrower. Slowly lie shook the dice
and then threw—seventeen: again—
eighteen. The excitement was now
intense in the silence, broken only by
the heavy breathing of the onlookers
and a muttered curse from Mendoza
as he drew his sombrero down over
his eyes, the last throw was made;
the box was lifted—two fours and uu
ace. Mendoza won nnd with a glad
cry he sprang toward Mariquita, but
before he could reach her thore was
a rush through the door, an arm
passed around his neck ami press-d
his body slowly back; a flash of steel
—a groan—again a flash of steel and
the arm descended and Carlos Mendoza
was dead on the floor. And there,
with the knife still grasped in his
hand, Romulo, the Indian, stood like
a statue of bronze, naked but for a
breechcloth; his limbs like polished
mahogany and his eyes flashed fire
from under his heavy durk hair that
fell to his shoulders.
For one moment he stood; then
there was a flash, the report of a re-
volver and Romulo tottered and sank
to the floor, his back resting against
the wall.
With a low cry of anguish Mari-
quits threw herself on her knees be-
side him, ami while the tears coursed
down her cheek she wiped away with
her dress the blood that flowed from
his lips an i besought him to speak to
her.
“Romulo! Romulo! Caro inio! Es-
posa inio! Speak to me! God In
heaven, tell mo yon are not hurt,
Romulo! Speuk just one littlo word
to^larlquita. Oh, God of my soul!
Don't let him diet” And as Romulo
looked into her eyes nnd tried to
speak u tremor passed over him and
the blood flowed agnin from his lips.
The heart-rending cry and Mari-
quitu wu> un his breast.with her arms
plastering was loose. Hero they
broke ranks and set about carrying
pieces of plaster to tho place in tho
molasses which had been agreed
upon as tho narrowest. To and fro
they went from the nail hole to the
molasses, until, at 11:30 they had
thrown a bridge across. Then they
formed themselves in line again and
marched over, and bv 11:45 every
ant of tho foraging expedition was
contentedly eating pie.
(lirlvtlitnlly In .Inpan.
A Christian church in iomo parts
of „apan cannot be established with-
out the consent of tho property
owners in tho neighborhood. Iu
fact, a church has tho sumo status a
saloon bus in u highly moral Ameri-
can village.
A ('tintout to Hr ApplMudrd.
“After his election to congress did
ho affoct the legislation of the coun-
try for good?"
“Yes, both houses adjourned lor
a da/ when he died.”—Lifu.
lltvnlril a Flaw,
“I wisli you hadn't your hair out so
short. Harold," exclaimed the young
woman, turning away from him invol-
untarily.
“What difference does it make, dear-
est?" asked Harold, with tender anx-
iety. <«v
“You have destroyed an illusion,”
she sighed. “That is all."
“You didn’t think I was a poet, did
you, Clara, because 1 wore my hair
long?”
“No; I never suspected you of being
a poet.”
“Or an artist?"
"Noi.” ’
“Then what illusion have I destroy-
ed?” he demanded,
“Perhaps 1 should say,’ Harold'” she
answered with tears iiqher voice, “that
you have unconsciously revealed a fact
that I .never suspected, dear. Your
ears arn’t mates.”—Chicago Tribune,
• . If the ftaby Is Cutting Teeth.
Re Him and 11*0 that oi l and well tried remorty, Mus.
Wuvu.vv'ii SuOllgso srivr fur Cblldivo TeelhluK-
Judge—Hovv 61d are you, Miss?
Elderly Fcmala—I a—Iluu——
Judge—Better hurry up. Every mo-
ment inakes it worse. >
. He—I wonder if there is another girl
in the .whole wide worjjl so sweet as
my littlej>weetheart?
She—What's that'.’ Haw dare you
think of another girl? I shan’t speak
to you for- a v/eek.—Indianapolis
Journal.
In the Good Old Day*.
Amorican watering places sixty
years ago were few and small be-
cause leisure was not so common
then as now, and Americans cau-
tiously permitted to themselves the
indulgence of luxuries. Bedford
Springs was then perhaps tho most
famous inland resort Everybody at
Bedford rose at 7 o’clock to drink
the waters, exercised an hour, and
had breakfast at 8; filled in tho
morning riding, driving, sewing,
fishing, shooting, billiards, politics,
flirtation, and what not; dined ut ‘i\
passed tho afternoon much as the
morning; supped at 7; daticod from
8:30 to 11. and went to bod boforo
midnight. The orchestra was made
up of a German and his five or six
sons.
An K nr mom !• Uh.
A sunfish weighing one ton 800
weight is very likely to bo one of
the largest, if not actually tho
largest, in existence of that species.
This is the weight of a sunfish
which was caught by three boatmen
in tho service of tho Melbourne har-
bor trust, and reported by tho last
mail. The monster measured eleven
feet around its body. The men
were engagod working at the pier at
VVilliamstown at the time of tho
capture, and it oaused them no little
exertion to land their unique prize.
Thfl Curiat* of Mur*.
A scientist, discussing the canals
of Mars, is disposed to accept tho
view that only the middle of the
canals is water. Tho groat width of
the visible dark linos is probubly
due to a fringe of vegetation. In-
deed, ho suggests the possibility that
onoravino may carry two rivers flow-
ing in opposite directions.
A Knot In III* lull.
Zoke ( lotts of Mobile. Ala , is tho
owner of an ox with a natural knot
in tho middle of his tail. Several
veterinary surgeons have tried to
untie it, but their efforts caused the
unirnui to emit u strange, hoarse cry.
The tuil is so shortened that it is
practically valueless to switch off
tho flies.
How's This!
We offer One Hundred Dollars Reword
for auv cnee of Catarrh thut can not tie
cured bv Hall's Catarrh Corel
F. J. CHENEY & CO.. Props., Toledo, Ohio.
We, the undersigned, have known F. J.
Cheney for the last 15 years, anil believe
him perfectly honorable in all business
transactions aud financially able to carry
out any obligations made by their firm.
West & Thu ax, Wholesale Druggists,
Toledo, Ohio
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Druggists, Toledo. Ohio.
Hall's Catarrh Cure is taken internally,
noting directly upon the blood and mucous
surfaces of the system. Price <5e per
bottle. Hold by nil Druggists. Testimonials
free.
Hall's Family Pills, ‘J.Vj.
Hut T a ill on tlie Hug*.
In Neosho county, Kan., a public
agency supplies farmers with diseased
chinch bugs in exchange for well ones.
The farmer takes Ins sick bugs home
and lets ’em loose, the doctor pumps
virus into the recent arrivals and keeps
cm for the next man. The mortality
result is great and pleasing.
An Heim*.
'That fortune teller must have
thought I was an heiress.”
“Why, dear?"
“She said I was to marry a poet and
live happily ever afterward-”
The Ip.to-Dntr Method.
CHAPTER I.
Gladys Martyn was an heiress. She
was the idol of society-. Men flocked
about her. She loved but one—Harold
Simpson. He was poor, obscure.
Family pride restrained her. She con-
cealed her feelings.
. CHAPTER II.
“Ob, say the word!” implored Harold
clasping her jeweled hand.
"Would you win my hand?” said she.
“Then go nnd do something. Be fa-
mous. Become a worthy suitor.
“I will," he replied, with a ring of
manly resolve in his voice.
CHAPTER III.
Gladys Martyn glunced at the news-
paper nn her hand. What is this?
“Harylil Simpson— partition—appen-
dicitis?” There a two-column pic-
ture of Harold and u page description
of the operation.
“He-ls—he 'is fninrtus,” she ex-
claimed, bursting into tears.
CHAPTER IV.
"Gladys!”
•’11arold!”—Ch ieago Record.
' V -----• — •*»- -
A l.roat Longing.
Mrs. Dingier — Huph! I always
knew that Miss Ohlgirl wanted a man.
but.J didnt think she wanted one us
badly as that.
Dingier—As badly as what?
Mrs. Dingier—This paper says she
has gone for a tramp.—Buffalo Cour-
ier.
Exercise Enough.
Blinks By the way, Winks, the
doctor advised you to use dumb-bells,
didn't he?
Winks—Yes, and I must see ubout
getting a pair.
“Well, 1 have a pair you cun have.”
“Tired of them?”
“Don’t need ’em. The twins arc
teething.*—N. Y. Weekly.
In the Twentieth Century.
“Poor, dear, thing, he married for
love!”
"Ah! and was unhappy?”
“Yes; he found that the girl-couldo’t
even support herself, to say nothing of
him!” _
Coe ■ Cong li lb ,.«m
I* the olCcft anil licst. || wii’. on-iik tin :i<'old quick
er Unui uuyllilng ri ... 111« u.v.ay* reliable. Try th
ltn<l lU'»«<>n to Know.
Husband — You sharpened your lead
pencil lust night, didn't you?
Wife—llow do you know?
Husband—I have just been trying to
shave tnysclf.—Life.
“ llanuin * Magic Corn Solve.**
WarrontiHl torum.i n.inivy rcfuuJcU. A»k vour
Iriutnu-l fur It.. Pn." ifiicno..
Reversing the Operation.
Twynn -Did you take in Chicago on
your trip as you intended?
Triplett—Chicago took me in.
Sulcliltl,
Wife (reading newspaper)—Accord-
ing to the statistics 1 see that the
number of marriages decreases, while
the number of suicides is increasing.
Husband—That’s easily explained.
“How so?"
"Men are beginning to prefer the
less painful method of getting out of
this world ”—Alex Sweet, in Texas
Siftings.
Karl'* Clover Hoot Tr*t
Thopronr ni*»»l imrifl. r.ue ►« ImimMi *n.l i-learnc.*
luil,*Cuui|>luxiuu ttiHl» ur* tilth11,.tit as. ,tXs ,11.
Making a ( hang#.
Bingo—I just had a smaller sofa put
into the parlor than the one I had.
Kingley—What was the matter with
the old one? Didn't your wife like It?
Bingo—Yes; but my daughter didn't.
—Truth.
Climato anil Crop* all ICIgtit.
Oklahoma has thousands of acres of
the finest farming land in the world,
waiting for you or anybody with
a little cash and lots of
gumption. Climate ami crops arc
just right. Farms will cost more
next year than this. To find out if
this is the country you want, askG. T.
Nicholson, G. I*. A. Santa Fe Route,
Topeka, Kan., for free copy of Oklaho-
ma folder; new edition just out, hand-
somely illustrated.
"Were you moved by her music?”
"Yes; it amounted to that. I think
we should have kept the flat for anoth-
er year if it hadn't been for her.”
TAKE STEPS
in time, if you are a suf-
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of humanity known as
consumption, and you
can l>e cured. There is
the evidence of
hundreds of liv-
ing witnesses to
the fact that, in]
all its early!
stagf s, i on- uniji-
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disease. Not
every case, but a
large penentage of
rases, and we believe,
fully 98 per rent, are
cured by Dr. I’ierce’s
Golden Medical Dis-
covery, even after the disease has pro-
gressed so far as to induce repeated bleed-
ings from the lungs, severe lingering cough
with copious expectoration (including tu-
bercular matter), great loss of flesh and ex-
treme emaciation and weakness.
Do you doubt that hundreds of such cases
reported toils as cured by “Golden Med-
ical Discovery ’’ were genuine ca-cs of that
dread and fatal disease t You need not take
our word for it. They have, iu nearly every
instance, been so pron itinced by the best
ami most experienced home physicians,
who have no interest whatever in mis-
representing them, and who were otten
strongly prejudiced and advised against
a trial of "Golden Medical Discovery,"
but who have been forced to confess that
it surpas«es. in curative power over this
fatal malady, all other medicines with
which they are acquainted. Nasty cod-
liver oil and its filthy “emulsions'1 and
mixtures, had been tried in nearly all these
cases and had either utterly failed to bene-
fit, or had only seemed to benefit a little for
a short time. Extract of malt, whiskey,
and various preparations of the hypo
nhostdiitcs had also been faithfully tried
in vain.
The photographs of a large number of
those cured of consumption, bronchitis,
lingering cough asthma, chronic uasitl
catarrh and kindred maladies, have been
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pages which will be mailed to you, on
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stamps. You can then write to those who
have been cured and profit by their ex-
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