Garfield County Democrat. (Enid, Okla.), Vol. 5, No. 29, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 17, 1902 Page: 3 of 8
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Fate of j\ndree
Still "Uncertain
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THE WEEKLY
PANORAMA
The Rev. Dr. Farlies, a Church of. j co>ery of any portion of the outfit be
England clergyman, arrived at Ner
York from York Factory, Northwust
Territory, and brings authentic infor-
mation of the fate of the explorer An-
dree, and his companions.
Two years ago, eight hundred mil?s
north of York, a party of Eaqu.mau).
under the leadership of "Old l/uskie,
saw the Andree balloon alight on a
plaae ot snow In that vicinity, which
is about two hundred miles north of
Fort Churchill. Three men emerged
from the balloon, and some of "Hus-
kie's" people approached thsm out of
GREAT FIGHT FOR LIBERTY.
i A Thankful Heart. \
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Escaped Convict Leaves Trail of
Death in His Wake.
Harry Tracy, the convict who es
caped from the Salem, Ore., penlten- I
way be punished, for theynow j Uarv kming two deputy sheriffs, a j
guard and a policeman, is still at
large. By another maneuver of the
spectacular dare-deviltry that has al
ready aroused an infuriated country-
side to join in his pursuit, ho has
once more eluded the men on his trail
Samuel iw. Andree.
Commander of the Expedition,
curiosity. As they did so, one of An-
dree's companions fired off a gun. This
is a signal to uncivilized natives for a
general battle. It is regarded as a
challenge, and also instantly the na-
tives fell upon the three explorers and
massacred them.
Everything pertaining to their out-
fit was carried away to the homes of
the natives on the north borders of
the Arctic region.
"Old Huskie" himself gave this in-
formation to Ralph Alstine, agent for
the Hudson Bay company, and after
being Investigated by the Rev. Mr.
Farlies, was told by him. He says
there is little room for doubt, as fre-
quent reports have since come of the
strange implement which the north
natives have in their possession, the
telescope being particularly described.
The Hudson Bay company has re-
peatedly offered a reward for the re-
longing to Andree, and though nativ
have gone in search of them they have
never returned, believing, as the Rev.
Or. Farlies says, that they will in
some
understtand that it was not an attacl
upon them, but an accident by which
the gun was discharged that precipi-
tated the massacre.
Had Andree made friends with th
natives it is held he would have been
safely conducted south and would
eventually have reached civilization.
The Hudson Bay company has re-
cently sent another party in searc'i J
of the balloon and outfit of Andree,
and hopes to have conclusive evidence
of the fate of the explorer within a
few months.
Solomon A. Andree. with two com-
panions, Strindberg and Frankel, at-
tempted in 1897 to find the North Pole
with a balloon. They embarked on
July 11 from one of the islands in the
Spitzbergen group. Since that time,
many rumors of their being found,
dead or alive, have beer, circulated,
but in every case until now these
have proved false. Sevc . 1 of them
have located the party on or near the
north coast of the American conti-
nent.
The revival ot an old story that An-
dree and his companions were mur-
dered by Esquimaus up there raises a
number of interesting questions. The
first of these relates to the intelli-
gence of the men who from time to
time have passed this tale down from
Hudson's Bay to civilization, and who
pretend to have got it from the Es-
quimaus. In view of the large number
of "fakes" which have been perpe-
trated since Andree's disappearance in
regard to his fate, some doubts may
exist as to the honesty of the persons
who are responsible for this particular
account. But, granting their perfect
sincerity, it is not inconceivable that
they wrongly Interpret the facts.
Early last March this same story
came from Winnipeg, and was attrib-
uted to a Mr. Alston, an agent of the
Hudson Bay company. The officials
of that organization, however, briefly
discredited it.
What Andree hoped for when he
started was a breeze blowing fifteen
miles an hour to the northward. This
would have enabled him to cover the
seven hundred miles between Spits-
bergen and the Pole in two days, and
II
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:
Thou «rt not rich, thou art not poor.
Thy fortune keeps the middle way.
No ills thy strength cannot endure,
Apportioned to the passing day.
Thou art not JWttAI UlOU art not old.
Yet. calm thou seest thy years depart;
And Joys are thine, a thousandfold—
Because thon hast the thankful heart.
A thankful heart for life alone—
For beauty in the earth and skies,
(And for such share as thou dost own
By happy gift of seeing eyesV
For human love's endearing Vend.
Where stauchly thou dost bear thy
part—
For solace here, and hope beyond—
For all thou hast the thankful heart.
So. to this day of crowning cheer.
By easy course thy steps did tend.
Since with each day of all the year
Some grateful leaven thou didst blend.
No chnnce thy prize from thee can
wrest;
While life shall last thou shalt not part
With that good gift (of all the best).
The treasure of a thankful heart.
—Edith M Thomas In Harper's Bazar.
I
Realism vs, Romanticism.
and left them far behind. From Bo-
thell, where he so successfully battled
with the posse that attempted to kill
him, he has made a remarkaole jump
to Deception Pass, near Port Madison,
where he was last reported to have
been seen.
His unexpected marches and coun-
termarches, his fertility of resource,
and his almost incredible endurance,
have apparently enabled him to get
safely away from the rifles of his
hunters, and the only clews that make
it possible to follow him at all are
those furnished by his own reckless
bravado. He Is now supposed to be
heading for Whatcom, where it is
said he hopes to meet a friend.
His victims are as follows:
Killed—Policeman E. E. Breese,
Guard Neil Rawley, Deputy Sheriff
Charles Raymond and Deputy Sheriff
Jack Williams.
Wounded—Karl Anderson.
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Pioneer of Four States.
James Fergus, a Scotchman of Lew-
istown, Montana, called the "pioneer
of four states," died at his western
home a few days ago In his eighty-
ninth year. He came to America in
1832. He spent some time in Chi-
cago. In 1840 he went on to Iowa and
founded the town of Sabula. In 1854
he went to Minnesota and aided in
founding the town of Little Falls,
building a dam across the Mississippi
at that place. Then he assisted in
founding Fergus Falls. In 1862 ho
joined an expedition to Bannock
Mont., and spent the rest of his days
in that state.
Region Where Andree I* Supposed to
Have Bfeen.
carry him over to Behring Strait i'i
six. The last news received from him,
dated two days after starting, "vas dis-
patched by a carrier pigeon. This
report of latitude and longitude
showed that he had gone in a north-
easterly direction about on*1 hun-
dred and fifty miles, or at the rate of
three miles an hour. If there had
been no calms intervening thereafter
and no deviation from a straight
course that speed would have brought
him to Eastern Siberia in about a
month or six weeks. But the winds
in the Arctic region are exceedingly
fickle in summer. What is still more
important, It is hard to render a bal-
loon so completely gas tight as to re-
tain its buoyancy more than a few
days. It is in the highest degree prob-
able that Andree was compelled to
abandon his balloon for this reason at
some point hundreds, probably thou-
sands, of miles from land. Search
parties have looked in vain for some
trace of him on the east coast of
Greenland, in Spitzbergen, Franz Jo-
sef Land, the New Siberian Islands,
and Siberia. The chance ot his reach-
ing Alaska or British North America
was much smaller than that of land-
ing in these other places. Hence, un-
til the relics which are reported to
have been found up near Hudson's
bay are identified by competent au-
thority it will be wise to receive the
story with caution, not to say scepti-
cism.
MRS. H. CLAY EVANS.
Wife of Consul-General to London
Leaves Washington.
The consul-general to London and
Mrs. H. Clay Evans and their daugh-
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BY F. H. LANCASTER.
(Copyright. 1902, by Dally Story Pub Co.)
They were sitting on the gallery in
the twilight and the discussion began
by the Woman Who Wrote taking ex-
ception to the extravagant praise be-
gtowed upon a modern book.
"It is not true; not possible. If a
human woman had attempted to live
through such a series of sensations
she would have died of heart failure
in a week; or, been sent to an asylum
for the insane."
The Newspaper Man cut in dryly:
"Realism will never appreciate ro-
manticism."
"I wish to goodness that I could un-
derstand what is meant by realism
and romanticism," announced the
Green Girl.
"Why, the difference is just this,"
responded the Woman Who Wrote.
"Realism deals with what would
probably happen—every-day flesh and
blood. Romanticism with impossible
creations of nerve and fury. For in-
stance:
"Once upon a time there was a man
and a woman in a gaudy little garden
and life looked glad. But as the sun
hastened to its setting the glow of
their gladness began to dim, for to
the man sunset meant return to camp,
and to the woman, making hot bis-
cuit for supper. So they watched the
setting sun and their words were few-
er as their eyes grew wistful. For
this is ever so in life, novelist to the
contrary, notwithstanding. A full
heart makes not a ready tongue.
"Then into the garden came the
maiden aunt of the woman, and she
made obeisance to the man and said
to him in pleasant, every-day, «n-
grammatical talk, that she would be
much pleased to have him make a
third at their teatable. Let any man
who has learned to prize the presence
of one woman above all others say
what was in the heart of the man as
he followed the old maid and the
woman into the dining-room that
femelled of new bread and sad salmon.
" 'We will not bother about biscuit
to-night, Polly, if you will slice some
cold bread,' spake the aunt. But the
man interfered, declaring himself to
be familiar with the weapons, and
laying hold upon the bread knife, at-
tacked the loaf valorously. Where-
upon the old maid went to the pantry
for the tea. The door latch clicked
in closing and the bread-knife was in
the left hand of the man and his right
arm was about the shoulders of the
woman. His breath raised her hair,
and then that happened which will al-
ways happen when any ordinary man
and woman whose hearts have gone
into each other's keeping, chance to
find themselves alone together and
safe from the eyes of others. For the
come many hundreds of times more.
At last they said good-night In the
moonlight. And if there be any among
you who have not counted the mo-
ments by the delicious quiver of a
heart beat against your own, I shall
not strive to picture to you that pleas-
ant parting, for no words could make
it plain; and if there be those among
you who have, neither will I expend
energy u pon useless endeavor, for yon
know that no words may do it justice.
So for the sunshine. The shadow
came next day with hia letter. "My
own dear Polly, The Indians are up
lion CTso,-tied over her Are, her great,
violet eyes staring In dense terror at
the flamei. For hours she had sat
there cowering under a sense of Im-
pending doom; suffering the agony of
a hundred deathB. No torture devised
by man so intense so agonizing as
that of undefined fear. She clenched
her hand until the blood sprang from
her tender palm and dyed her perfect
nails; low moanlngs broke from her
palid lips. 'He would not come, he
would not come, and to-morrow would
be too late, too late. Oh, God; the
bitterness of a luxury that defeats
love."
"The man fought on, not knowing
that he fought Over rage and resent-
ment a desire had come to him, more
blinding than the blue flare of the
lightning. The desire to be with her,
to breathe the intoxicating perfume of
her hair, to feel the wild beating of
her heart on his, to crush her lips be-
neath kisses strong as eternity, eager
as life. His foot sunk into deepening
water and a stream of heaven's blue
fire showed him the bridge—a mass
of broken timbers heaped upon the
farther shore. Before him, wild,
wicked water, but not hell a-gape.
would have stopped him now. Into
the raging water, beating against it
defying it, his magnificent muscles
strained like whipcords, his face
blanched, his lips numb.
"The door burst open, Genevieve
Trevallion sprang to her feet. The
man stood before her. His grand
eyes, black and passionate as the
night, burned into hers. His breath
came in hoarse, gasping sobs. Pallid,
spent, unkempt as the storm, he stood
before her. Wet as a drowned rat!"
"Ah, how outrageous!"
"But he was wet," she protested.
"Bother; If we cannot escape prosaic
details let's have tea."
As the Woman Who Wrote aroBe to
follow the others, the Newspaper Man
stopped her.
"Did you really kiss that knife's
handle?"
"What knife?"
"The one I cut ham with that
night."
"Why, you crank, you and I have
never been anything to each other."
"Don't be too sure of that. Remem-
ber the damage I did to your mother's
china. If you hadn't been as cold as
an Iceberg you would have been bet-
ter posted on realism. When your
own heart is going like a buzz-saw
you can't feel the beat of another
against it. See? This is realism."
Life of President Kruger.
A Utrecht correspondent tells this
story of the way ex-President Paul
Kruger spends his nights: He retires
at 8 p. m., but gets up at 1 a. tn., "dons
a dressing gown and a pair of slippers
and sits down to read his Bible, smoke
and drink tea. The teapot is set over
a little spirit lamp and he brews it
strong. And thus he sits from 1 until
2 o'clock, reading and commenting
aloud on the Bible texts. At 3 o clock-
he returns to his bed to finish the
night's rest until 5, when he rises for
a fresh day's labors."
One Serious Cause for Regret.
A former Virginian who migrated
to Australia twenty-four years ago is
making a visit to this country after
his long absence, and in conversation
with a gentleman in Washington re-
gretfully said: "Though I am a Brit'
ish subject now, I must confess to the
superiority of some of the social cus-
toms of my native land. For instance,
though mint is grown In Victoria,
somehow or other the people have
never learned the old Virginia way
of making a julep."
Tact of French Statesman.
Leon Bourgeois, the new president
of the French chamber of deputies,
represented France at the peace con-
gress at The Hague, and gained there
a reputation as a diplomat. He has
been minister of public instruction.
He is an orator and possesses all the
arts of the trained parliamentary
speaker. To M. Desclianel, whom he
had beaten in his new office, he said:
"I succeed you;. I shall never replace
you." That was a delicate way of sof-
tening defeat which is not habitual at
the Palais Bourbon.
Peculiar Philippine Fith.
In the Philippines is to be found
the smallest vertebrate animal In the
world. It is a fish, which is known to
the natives as sinaparan, and has been
baptized by the United States Fish
Commission "Mistichthys Luzonensis."
It is almost transparent. The Filipi-
nos consider It a delicacy and use it
with sauces and with rice. Hundreds
of the tiny creatures are required to
make a good dish, but fortuntely the
fish is found in many placss and In
large numbers.
ters have just sailed for England. The
Misses Evans will travel during the
summer. The departure of the family
is greatly regretted by their large
circle of Washington friends, to whose
pleasure they contributed during their
residence there.
Farm Wealth of Nebraska.
The census report on agriculture in
Nebraska shows that on June 1, 1900,
there were enumerated 121,525 farms,
valued at $557,660,020. Of this amount
16 per cent represents the value of
buildings and 84 per cent land and
improvements other than buildings.
The value of farm implements and
machinery in the state was $24,940,-
450, and live stock $145,349,587. The
total value of farm property was
$747,950,057. The total value of farm
products for 1899 was $70,227,060, ol
which 43 per cent was in animal prod
ucts and the rest in crops including
forest products cut or produced on
farms. This farm product value ex-
ceeds that for 1889 by 143 per cent.
The gross farm income of Nebraska
in 1899 was $124,670,85? and the gross
income on investment 17 per cent.
Bret Harte's Last Work.
It is stated by the Bookman that
Bret Harte gave many of the last
months of his life to work on an opera
libretto for Emanuel Moor, a Hunga-
rian composer. The hero is an Ameri-
can who, for a lark, plays cowboy in
the wild west show and presently
drifts across an old French chateau
and falls in love with its young heir-
ess. Bret Harte Is said to have great-
ly enjoyed the work and some of ht>
lyrica are charming
The bread knife was in the left hand
of the man and his right arm was
about the woman's shoulder.
space of a moment, heaven hung over
the breadboard, then a loose plank
squeaked and the woman began to lay
places for six and the man cut slices
of a thickness to beat the band.
The man's hand touched the wom-
an's intentionally as he passed plate
and platter. Marvel not, ye mortals
of mundane flesh and blood, that the
tea drank that night was a nectar
compared to which the ambrosia of
the gods was but as milk and water.
For all that I have told is very true
The door burst open, Genevieve Tre-
valion cprang to her feet
and we have been ordered against
them." Do not condemn him for
breaking it so rudely. His heart was
hurting him too badly to think of
finesse. It is ever so with an ordi-
nary man, pain makes him impatient.
Well, the woman felt troubled; be-
cause she missed him, and because all
at once she could think of him only
as of a still, white face upturned to
the moon. She went to the machine
and made a couple of shirt waists with
tucked fronts and insertion as per or-
der, then she read the newspaper to
keep from going into the garden. She
did not care to talk about it—sym-
pathy upsets one's self-control. But
the hurt in her heart grew worse as
the day died and when the time cami
for tea, she felt as though the food
was choking her beforehand.
The eyes of the woman grew warm
with tears as she looked upon the
bread knife and thought of those
great, clumsy slices, but she assented as
a matter of course. Her fingers closed
over the horn-handle and that haunt-
ing, upturned face left her. She saw
him again beneath the hanging lamp,
his eyes aglow with mixed up love and
mischief. Ah! how good to be able
to think of him once more as her dear
bad boy.
When the house was still, she car-
ried the knife to her room and cov-
ered its handle with tears and kisses.
Trouble not yourself with idle ques-
tionings, whether the man came back
from the wars or no; for when a man
has won such love from a woman that
she kisses handles for his sake, he has
seen his Austerlitz; let him beware
lest he live too long and so look upon
his Waterloo."
"That's realism."
"In all save one particular," com-
mented the Newspaper Man.
The Woman Who Wrote spoke hur-
riedly, "Now for romanticism:
"It was a wild, dark night, dark as
death. The rain poured down in cease-
less torrents; the wind tore the thou-
sand-year-old monarchs from the for-
est and lashed the sea into a raging
mass of inky waters. Against It all.
in the very teeth of the storm, the
man held on his way. Heedless of the
howl and roar, heedless of the jagged
lightning that leaped from the lower-
ing heavens. Deaf, blind, lost to con-
sciousnss of aught save the sting of
wounded pride and the fierce resent-
ment of an outraged love. None save
gods or devils would have braved such
a night, but he Wnat was beat of
rain and lash of wind? What was
this wild storm without, compared to
the fiercer one raging within? The
rage of passion that sent the bloo 1
seething through his veins, and beat
in his brain like hammers.
"The crimson curtains with their
satin fringings swept to the floor,
shutting out the storm and the night
They could not shut out the wind that
howled and shrieked like a thousand
An Effervescent Maharajah.
On the first consignment of seidlitz
powders to the Maharajah of Sing-
pur that monarch was deeply Inter-
ested in the accounts of the refresh-
ing box. A box was brought to the
potentate in full court, and the in
terpreter explained to his majesty
how it should be used. Into a goblet
he put the twelve blue papers, and,
having added water, the king drank
it off. This was the alkali, and the
Royal countenance expressed no sign
of satisfaction.
It was then explained that in the
combination of the two powders lay
the luxury, and the twelve wnite
powders were quickly dissolved in
water, and as eagerly swallowed by
his majesty.
With a shriek that will be remem-
bered while Singpur lasts the mon-
arch rose, stared, exploded, and, in
his full agonies, screamed: "Hold
me down!" Then, rushing from the
throne, fell prostrate on the floor
There he lay during the long-contin-
ued effervescence of the compound,
groaning as surely monarch never
groaned before, and believing himself
in the agonies of death—a melan-
choly and humiliating proof that
kings are mortal.
and has come to pass many hundreds Genevieve Trevai-
of times, and if the world holds will fi«nd3 ln torment Genevieve lr.v l
Age Limit and Hair Dye.
For a long time there has been
close to complete cessation in the
manufacture of hair dye, but in the
past year or so a boom has developed
ln that branch of industry. The gen-
eral establishment of an age limit
in the employment of men In com-
mercial and mechanical pursuits is
said to be responsible for this un-
expected revival. An official of the
American Federation of Labor says
he knows for a fact of many men who
are using dyes to hide their gray
hairs and hosts of others who shave
constantly to look young enough to
be able to hold their positions. Sta-
tistics prove that it is every day be-
coming more difficult for a man past
the prime of life to secure employ-
ment. The skilled mechanic engi-
neer or employe who wants a job in
any service must have youth as well
as ability. If he doesn't possess It he
must counterfeit it. Presumably the
elderly man with a bald head must
wear a wig in order to cover his
years.
Repairing Longfellow's Home.
The repairs on the outside of the old
Longfellow home, Portland, Me., have
begun. The house is to have a new
roof and the woodwork and blinds are
to be painted. The floor in the vesti-
bule, from the street, is to be restored
to its original appearance, and the
old stone front doorstep, which has
been covered up for many years, Is to
be raised and used again, as formerly.
Over this old step the family have
gone from the beginning of the house.
On it stood Zllpah Longfellow, ln 1798.
the mother of the poet Longfellow, and
presented a standard to the Portland
federal volunteers, the first uniformed
military company in Maine. This
company was reorganized as the
Portland light infantry, and next year
the members are anticipating a cen-
tennial celebration.—Boston Tran-
script.
Don't sit up late or be late to meals.
Both are unsanitary.
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