The Norman Transcript (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 26, No. 19, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 14, 1915 Page: 2 of 10
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In a discussion of modern poets
W. 13. Trites, the Philadelphia novel-
ist, condemned Alfred Noyes.
"Noyes' peace poems!" be said
"Oh, those peace poems!"
He then added with a shudder:
"It is now universally admitted that
the irritation and suffering caused by
Noyes' peace poems are responsible
for the present world-wide war."
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Perils of the Season.
"Don't you worry about the danger
Willie may run into with his new
skates and sled?"
"Not as much as we used to. Now
we are devrting our worry to whit
father is going to do with his new
"That night I decided to take heroic
measures to free myself from the old
man. In the dead of night I arose,
dressed and began stealing softly out
of the house. Hut suddenly, in the
darkness, strong arms seized me and
a horrible hand was clapped over my
mouth to keep me from screaming.
And out of the hut and into the night
was carried—and away from the vil-
lage. Into the forest I was dragged
and by now I knew that I was in the
clutches of the black man, Chacha,
while the old madman followed us.
"They tied me to a tree in the for-
est and the madman said to his serv-
Chacha, bhe was going to run away
tonight with a man. Do you hear?
She was going to elope with a rascal
who would never let me see her again.
But no! I, you see, Chacha, am a man
of action and resource and divination.
I divined that this specimen was go-
ing to run away with a man. So 1
caused you to seize her and bring her
Si, Senor El Toro,' the servant re-
plied, craftly—for I did not believe
that he, too, was insane—never have
believed. 'You have but to command,'
Cbacha added, 'I obey.'
" 'You are a good servant, Chacha,'
the old man said. 'You shall go with
me Into the forest—far, ever so far—
so far away from man that this speci-
men can never run away with any
male of the species. Yes, I am de-
termined !hat she shall never run off
with a man. I shall keep her beauti-
fully secure—in a place where man
cannot release her to carry her away
from me. She is very dear to me,
Chacha; don't forget that—she is very
dear to me. We must take excellent
care of her forever and forever.'
"I slept—tied to the tree. When 1
awoke I was alone. But not for long
El Toro and Chacha returned with sev-
eral burros and pack mules on which
were loaded all the household goods
which you yourself saw at the old
"And now they released me and
dragged me through the forest. For
days we marched on and on, ever
farther into the interior, till at last
they reached the clearing where the
hut and cages now stand.
"That we had every convenience in
the way of utensils for cooking and
working, and so on, you already know.
All those useful things were brought
on the backs of the burros and mules,
which Chacha later took back to the
village. They built the hut first. Then
they built the cage in which you found
me. You did not see—but at the back
of the cage the old man constructed
a wooden pit. Tills pit served as a
sunken bath. They would fill It daily
with water for me to bathe and refresh
myself. And the old man supplied me
with combs and brushes and all toilet
conveniences—and—oh, yes, he took
excellent care of his 'specimen'—just
as he had promised.
"In time they built more cages. I
wondered what for. And soon I learned
that these new cages were for wild
beasts. They dug a pit in the forest,
put a rope net In it and then covered
up the pit with leaves and. limbs of
saplings and twigs and grass. And the
leopard and lion and all the other ani-
mals which you saw in the cages fell
Into the pit and thus were taken alive
and put into the cages.
"And so—so passed the days until
you found me. That is all."
pardon me!—I mean that we !£ust
hasten on now, toward the coast, how-
ever far off the coast may be. We
must look for food, too. There is
wild honey and berries in this jungle.
We must find them—or starve."
She laughed. I was the first time
I had heard her laugh—and the last
for a long time to come.
"Speaking of food," I said, "do you
know—yes, I'm sure—this is the
stream Into which they threw my gun.
Look! I still have cartridges. If I can
find that ride of mine we shall not
want for food. I saw some wild ducks
during our flight, and other jungle
birds that are perfectly good food."
With the determination to find my
rifle, if only I could locate the place
at which I lost it, I started down
"Wait here a minute, Joan," I told
her. "I'll be right back."
I had not gone twenty paces when I
heard a scream that made my blood
run cold and caused my hair to stand
I ran back to where 1 had left Joan
—and confronted again that murderous
spear of Chacha. Joan was again a
prisoner in the hands of the old man.
El Toro—and I was again at the mercy
of the negro's spear.
"My specimens!" cried the lunatic.
'My specimens shall never again es-
cape. You two are the finest speci-
mens In all this country and I mean
now to keep you—that Is, provided
both of you live."
There it was again—"provided both
of you live!" What did this old scoun-
drel mean by his dark allusions to the
possible death of one of us?
Ah, but so long as it was not my
Joan that he meant to subject to some
mortal ordeal—what cared I?
And Joan—my Joan—what a look of
anguish she gave me now as her cap
tor drugged her off!
Here again John Gaunt ceased his
narrative and fell into silence, suffer-
ing from his thoughts of that terrible
hour In which he and his Joan were
recaptured by the strange3t cp.ptors
ever man had to be taken back to the
strangest prison ever man heard of—
as "specimens" treasured by madmen.
Pulling himself together, however,
the Fifth Man now resumed his tale
as follows: -
A Duel In a Cage.
All the way back to the hut and the
cages they drove us, the negro's spear
always within an inch or two of my
back and the scientists's own spear
always poised in readiness to help the
black in case of need.
Back into her cage they put my
Joan and lashed new bars in place
where I had rent the old ones asunder
At the Mercy of the Madman.
"My Name Is Joan Darey."
"And all this was two years ago," I
"Two years!" I gasped. "You mean
to say that you have been in the
clutches of that insane devil for all of
two whole years?"
"Yes! Two long ymrs. But I must
say he was good to me in every re-
spect except that of allowing me my
freedom. For two years I lived in
that dreadful cage in which you found
me. But alwayB he told me what a
fine 'specimen' I was and how neces-
sary it was that I be well fed and
watered. And so I never wanted for
food nor for utensils with which to
brush my hair and make myself as
presentable as possible. He would
bring me the most beautiful .skins and
insist t..at 1 make myself new 'dresses'
out of them. That's how you came to
behold me—dressed in this barbarous
"It may be barbarous," I said, with
enthusiasm and admiration, "but it is
picturesque—It is beautiful. You are
yourself the most—well, excuse me for
coming close to personalities—but your
name? What's your name?"
"Joan. Joan Darey. And I must be
twenty-one yaars old, too because 1
sailed on thai-last fateful voyage just
after my nineteenth birthday."
"Joan." 1 «<ald, "you are the fairest—
to effect Joan's release. It was now
night. They worked by moonlight.
Plenty of food and water they then
placed in Joan's cage, making her in
every way comfortable for the night
with fresh grass for bedding and a
clod of moss for a pillow.
As for me, instead of taking me to
the hut, as 1 supposed they would, they
lashed me to Joan's cage. They first
tied my feet together at the ankles,
then chained me to one of the bars ot
"You seem to like my specimen in
that cage well enough to take it away
from me," the old scientist said, laugh
ing his mad laugh. "Well, you shall
remain within sight of that excellent
specimen till morning."
And so they left. I found I could
squirm around so as to look into Joan's
cage. She put her arms through her
bars and stroked my head tenderly
"Poor John! What a fate! If only
we had not taken such a long rest at
that stream we would not now be here
It is all my fault. It was I who in
duced you to rest there."
"No, dear," I said, "they would
probably have found us anyway. They
know the forest better than we do
And, mad though they are, still they
are cunning enough to track down two
such tenderfeet as you and I."
"Shall we dine?" she asked, and she
smiled, a forlorn, hopeless sort of
She thrust through the bars some
wild honey—using a leaf as a plate,
And then she gave me some berries
—and a chunk of meat. Lastly, she
handed out her water jar from which
1 drank; Thus we dined.
The night was beautiful. The moon-
light made the scene of rapturous de-
light to the senses. And yet it all
seemed like a stage setting—like a
"Do you know," Joan said, "that you
called me dear?""
"Yes, I couldn't help it," I replied.
"Forgive me if I offended you."
"Call me dear—again," she whis
pered. "If yoii could only know In full
what a joy your coming has been to
me. For two long years, the only
human being I have seen—well, can't
you guess what happiness you mean
"Yes, dear. I know. If on'y I could
get my hands free, I might succeed In
unchaining my feet. Could you try,
I squirmed up close to the bars
where she could reach my bands,
which were tied in front of me. She
tussled at the rope, but the hard knots
and the Interposing bars of her cage
rendered her taBk too difficult for ac-
Presently, from sheer fatigue, alio
"Good night, dear!" I whispered.
She was not really asleep. She
rose on one arm and whispered: "Good
And so we slept.
Morning came, and with it came our
two mad captors. Again they fed Joan
—and again Joan fed me. And then—
shall I ever forget the way my heart
sank when the mad old scientist said
'And now, as I promised you, you
shall occupy the cage next to my other
specimen—if you live!"
The slave forthwith untied me, hand
and foot. Their Intention regarding
my fate had already become manifest.
For the old man had ordered the slave
to desist from feeding the mountain
lion in the cage adjoining that of
"No, don't feed the lion this morn-
ing, Chacha. We'll give him a chance
for food more rare."
So I was to be thrust into the cage
with the fierce beast. "If I lived"
meant, evidently, that if I survived the
forthcoming inevitable fight with that
lion my life would be spared—spared
to endure it henceforth as a prisoner
in that same cage. Had it not been for
Joan I'm sure I would have entered
the cage determined to let the lion
destroy me as quickly as possible, put-
ting up no fight at all myself, in order
to have the whole business through
with, rather than continue to live there
They removed two bars from the
lion's cage—thrust me in—then quick-
ly replaced the bars. The mortal com-
bat between a mountain lion and John
Gaunt, mining engineer, was on.
Joan watched from her cage through
the separating bars in mortal terror.
Never shall I forget the anguish I
saw in her eyes when she viewed me
in what she had reason to believe
would be my last moment on earth—
the last moment, too, of the personifi-
cation of her only earthly hope of pos
sible release from her prison.
The lion crouched in the corner of
the cage, watching me. I kept per-
fectly still. I had read somewhere
that the quieter one keeps when in
such a tight fix with a wild animal the
better. So I gave no more sign of life
than if I were a statue.
The lion watched. So did I. The
lion for many minutes never once took
his eyes from mine. And I kept my
own eyes fixed on that animal as a
hypnotist views his subject.
Outside the cage stood the two mad
men, also watching. The madman
cackled. He seized a bar of wood and
prodded the lion.
That settled the matter. The fight
began. The lion sprang upon me
Down my back one of his paws tore
gash that certainly must have looked
fatal to the watching Joan. For blood
flowed from the long wound and be
spattered the floor. Thank God! in
the first onrush of the beast I had
had the presence of mind to seize him
by the throat. 1 hung on like a bull
dog—giving to my hands the super
natural strength of a desperate man
But the lion, in one mighty wrench
freed itself from my grasp and
crouched for a second spring.
some water," I called. But they
heeded me not at all.
Presently Joan regained conscious-
ness—and sipped some water—and
then put her face between the bars
"John, perhaps It was cruel to save
your life. For they will keep you now
in that cage—as they have kept me
here in my own cage. And to live so
is worse than death—far worse."
"Dear," I replied, "remember I have
you to live for."
She understood. And—yes, I kissed
her square on the lips.
For two long years we remained
thus, cellmates, all but for those in-
tercepting bars. Night and day we
would hold each other's hands and
keep each other from going mad. By
day we would tell each other stories of
our past lives. By night we would lie
close together by the bars, still hold-
ing hands. Strangest wooing, strangest
love under the strangest conditions
ever man experienced.
And so passed the two years—two
long years of torture.
I noticed that frequently now the
old scientist and the black man quar-
reled. Once, near our cages, the two
madmen came to blows. What if they
were to kill each other and leave us iu
these cages—to starve? I could see
that the same thought was in Joan s
mind. But neither of us spoke. The
thought of what would happen to us
those two madmen should destroy
each other was too horrlblf
Came then the great day when, al-
most mad with desire for liberty, I
tore frantically at the bars of my
cage. And what happened? To my
amazement and joy I felt one of the
bars yielding to my tugging grasp.
'The bars are worm-eaten!" I cried
to Joan. "By all the gods, the bars of
this cage are worm-eaten."
"Pull!" cried Joan. "Pull hard.
There! There! Oh, God—you are
Yes, I was free. First one bar then
another had broken in the middle,
here worms had so weakened them
that they readily yielded in the hands
of the desperate man whom they had
imprisoned for two year"
"And now yours!" I cried to Joan,
running to her cage. "Now to free
"You can't," she wailed. "They put
new bars to my cage only a month ago
While the bars of your cage have
never been renewed in my memory
Well, then, I'll free you with a club
as a lever—same as I did before.
And I went in Bearch of a stout
"Fly, John! Fly!" cried Joan, her
voice ringing with fear. "Run away
quick! They are coming. Don't stop
"I'll return with help, dear!" was all
had time to say to my darling
Joan—and then I heard the footsteps
of the two madmen approaching—
and I ran, ran for dear life.
How long I ran nor how far I shall
never know. For when I awoke it was
to see the sun rising on a new day. 1
must have ran till I fell exhausted and
unconscious. For I remembered noth-
ing of this place in which I now found
myself. It was a place amid trees,
yet sandy. Yes, there was white sand
under my feet.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
The Friendly Worms.
'Here! Here!" cried Joan, attract
Ing the lion's attention. "Here, here!
To my astonishment she had thrust
her hand through a bar of her cage
and had Beized the spear of the negro.
The spear had been left standing with-
in her reach, the negro never dream
ing that such a trick would or could
be played on him by the lovely pris
"Here! Here!" now shouted Joan
for the third time, distracting the
lion's attention from me, his more im-
mediate opponent, till she could swing
the spear into proper position to hurl
And now, as the lion leaped again
toward my corner of the cage, the
spear entered his side—was with
drawn and thrust again into his body,
hitting this time a vital spot. The
lion collapsed on the floor of the cage
And Joan, my brave, plucky Joan
"You live," the scientist said, view-
ing the result of the fight with
more heart than one would view the
result of a dog fight, since he didu
care which of the combatants in that
cage won. "You may eat the lion," he
added, and again he cackled madly,
if at a great joke.
"Joan, my poor Joan!" I said, thrust
ing my arm through the separating
bars and stroking her beautiful hair
■'Joan! See here!" I shouted to the
madmen, "don't leave this girl like
that." They were going away toward
the hut. "Come back here and bring
is at stake when you
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Bacteria In Coal.
Mr. C. Potter has recently shown
before tfie Royal society in London
that in certain conditions of exposure
to the air charcoal, coal, peat and oth-
er amorphous forms of carbon under-
go a slow process of oxidation pro-
duced by bacteria. It Is suggested that
this fact may account for the deteri-
oration of stored coal, its gradual loss
of weight, and its occasional sponta-
neous heating in ships' bunkers. If the
bacteria are not the sole cause of these
things they may induce them, chemical
oxidation accompanying and continu-
ing that begun by the organic agents.
The carbonization of vegetable coals,
says a French writer, is due to the in-
tervention of microbes at the begin-
ning of their fossilization. When the
coal reaches the air again, other bac-
teria take up the work of fermentation
that was interrupted millions of years
PRAISE FOR THE MALIGNED
One Man, at Least, Who Has Use for
the Fellow Who Is Fond of
Telling His Troubles.
A middle-aged man wearing glasses
was standing in front of the Harvard
club talking to three or four mem-
"By Jove," be said, "It is a common
saying that people should not go
around telling their troubles, but I
want to say that it's me for the man
with the troubles every time. When I
meet that sort and he pours out a
stream of hard-luck stories on to me I
listen and try to cheer him up, but all
the same I feel rather good because
my luck Isn't so hard as hlB, and I
leave him feeling better than if I
hadn't seen him.
On the other hand, Just before 1
Joined you chaps I was inside there
talking to a fellow who was a class-
mate of mine and after graduating
went to South America. He's been
down there 15 years and has cleaned
up a million dollars in mines and is
home now with the money to have a
He v. as telling me about all the
things he had bought and was going
to buy, the trips he proposed taking
and all these other things that money
will get, and the splendid health he
had to enjoy everything until I simply
couldn't stand it any longer and had to
get out. All I could think about while
he was talking was the hard work I
had to do every day and the little I
made out of it, and I felt If I didn't get
to the open air I'd smother.
"Joy is a good thing and I wish it to
everybody, of course, but I'd rather
listen to the troubles people have than
to their Joys, believe me."—New York
Bacon—They say that president of
the bank who got away with a lot of
the money began his career as Jani-
tor of the institution.
Egbert—Never forgot his early
training to clean out the bank, evi-
"I'm going on a strike," Eaid
"Better not," responded the old pipe.
"You'll lose your head If you do."
"Authors nowadays don't live In
attics, do they?"
"No; they prefer best sellers."
"Please, lidy, will you help a poor
man who ain't done nuthin' in the way
o' work for more'n twelve munce?"
"Dear, dear; perhaps I could find you
something. What can you do?"
"Thank y', lidy, thank y' kindly,
mum; ef y' could p'raps give me some
washin' ter do I could take it 'ome to
my wife."—London Opinion.
Egyptian Chicken Incubators.
The incubator for the hatching of
chickenB seems to us a new process,
yet the Egyptians have long reared
chickens in this way, their mode be
ing to use heated ovens.
The average yearly con-
sumption of wheat in the
United States is nearly six
bushels for every man, woman
Much of the nutriment of
the wheat is lost because the
vital mineral salts stored by
Nature under the bran-coat
are thrown out to make flour
of choice wheat and malted
barley, a!! the nutriment of
the grains, including the min-
eral values necessary for build-
ing sturdy brain, nerve and
muscle, is retained.
food has proven a wonderful
energizer of brain and brawn,
and you may be sure
"There's a Reason"
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