The Hobart Republican. (Hobart, Okla.), Vol. 12, No. 14, Ed. 3 Thursday, June 25, 1914 Page: 3 of 5
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KILLED MOUNTAIN LION
HORSE MORI THAN A MATCH
FOR FOE IN FAIR FIGHT.
Nad Opportunity to Run, But Bravely
Stood Hit Ground and Cruahad
tha Skull of Hla Enamy In
tha Laat Round,
The following. among hundreds of
similar incident*, aoums to bo well
Somo years ago a liunter In VVyo
nilng territory waa camping under tho
Wind river, well up In tho mountain**
lio lnul a home of linn breed, and
had aelocted a small bunch of cotton'
wood troPH for IiIh camp, while, at a
little distance, under un unuHUully
largj troo of tho uamo kind, und apart
from all tho others, ho atablod hla
It oould hardly bo cnllod Htabllng—
for flio borne wub picketed, and the
troo formed hlB shelter,
Ouo night tho hunter was aroused
from a wound Bleep by a neigh from
bla horse, which Bounded rather like
rago than alarm. American horses
arc often quick to detoct the approach
of Indians, uh well aa beauts of prey,
and the hunter was soon upon his
foot, and looking In the direction of
Tho animal was standing in tho full
light of a bright, moon, ami seemed to
be h taring at an object In tho branches
of the tree. As tho hunter looked
the branches were violently agitated,
a dreadful yelling scream was heard,
and a dark object, which was a moun-
tain lion, Innded on the back of tho
horse. The latter Bprang Into tho air,
with a mud scream, little inferior In
ahrlllneBS and rage to that of hla
He returned to the ground with a
great concuBslou, but failed to Bliake
off tho mountain lion, bo closely did
the latter cling to his prey. Blood
began to appear on the horse's nock
and shoulders, and the lion was tear-
ing his way to his jugulur, to lot out
the gallant beast's life.
Apparently realizing his full danger,
before his master could do anything,
the horse snapped the picket ropo
and sprang into a dense tangle of
boughs, and the mountain lion was
torn from his seat and hurled back
with great violence. 'The stallion
passed through the thicket and then
turned to confront his enemy in the
open apace, never offering to run
The lion, quickly recovering himself,
and mad with the taste of blood,
aprang once more into the branches of
the big tree and made another leap to-
ward tho horse, but missed his aim.
Then he began a series of circles
around tho horse, getting nearer and
nearer each time, and at last made
But the brave horse was ready for
him, and with the rapidity of thought
changed front and his hind feet struck
the lion full in the breast.
The animal rolled over and over,
with yells of pain and rage, but then
came on again.
This time he came to his death, for
the horse's heels struck him l'airly
between tho eyes, and crushed his
f|kull clean across. He gave a few
convulsive struggles and then stiffened
In death, while the triumphant stal-
lion stood neighing and pawing the
■round in token of victory.
Headgear Cause of Baldness.
Antarctic baldness is tho result of
wearing close woolen caps, says Per
clval Gray, navigating officer of the
Aurora, which relieved Dr. Mawson
and his companions in the Antarctic.
"I had not seen Dr. Mawson for two
years previously," he told a newspaper
representative, "and was surprised to
And him so fit after the experiences ho
had undergone. Since wo last saw
them the party had become almost
bald, doubtless owing to the fact that
for two years they had been wearing
close woolen headgear. One addition
to the base camp appealed to all of
us. It was a largo cross, visible far
out at sea, which had been.erected to
the memory of Lieutenant Nlnnis and
Dr. Mens (who perished while on a
Journey with Dr. Mawson). The party
received a never-to-be-forgotten wel-
come from the crew of our ship." De-
scribing thp dredging work Mr. Gray
aaid: "We obtained somo' extraordi-
nary creatures from the depths of the
sea, including fish with luminous eyes,
characteristic of the life in those great
depths where there is no light."
BEIN6 A 6000 FELLOW
By C. V. COTTMAN.
The Infinite Procession.
We look through the microscope;
physicists, chemists, biologists, pry in-
to the inner recesses of matter, only
to find energy—energy heaving, toss-
ing, turbulent, imprisoned, perhaps, or
bound to other energy, but every-
where, in the egg, in spermatozoa, in
the minutest particles of matter, ani-
mal, vegetable or inorganic, restless
energy, eternal effort. If we turn to
the history of past life upon our globe,
what do we find but records of energy,
whether physical, chemical, or of that
seemingly peculiar form which marks
living organisms, everywhere energy
leaving its trace In innumerable
forms. In this history of life, accord-
ing to our buman standards, there
has been a long procession, in which
the principle of organic life, from the
earliest period of vegetable existence,
baa advanced through manifold forms,
upward, upward, in the depths of the
sea. In the air, on land, by devioua
routes and strange passages, up, up,
to the fish, to the bird, to four-footed
beasts, and finally to man—Henry D.
Sedgwick, in the Atlantic.
Jerry Deems, pickpocket and Bft
oud-Mtory muu, paused a moment In
his delicate work
of removing a
piece of glass
from tbu dining-
room window iu
one of tho fash-
ionable Iiouhub on
Ho likened cum-
fully, but could
not hear a sound.
KeuHBured by the
tions, Jerry cuu-
und In a fow sec-
onds a semicircular piece was lift-
ed out of the pane, a cautious hand
nllpped through and sprung the cntch,
und Jerry's portly form struggled
through the open window.
It was long after midnight, and ho
was tired. This was not the llrst
house Jerry had visited that night.
He had mnde a few calls In another
part of the city with satisfactory re-
sults, und by all means should now
have been safely making for his quar-
ters. But Jerry possessed a trait that
many of us hdve—that of not letting
well enough alone. Tills he soon real-
ized, for when ho straightened up
to get his bearings, tlyj light was sur-
denly flashed on, und he found him-
self looking into the steely mouth of
a six-shooter In the hands of a tall,
"Surprised, are you?" asked a cool,
mocking voice. "I think 1 am the one
to be BurpriBod. My visitors do not
usually enter through the window."
She was dressed in a loose pink
bath-robe, and had a lace scarf twiBt-
ed about her head.
"Don't move," she said. "Now put
your hands up on the table." Jerry
did so, and she looked him oyer scorn-
fully with her bright eyes.
"Well, start tho ball rollin'," said
Jerry, who was getting disgusted with
the whole affair. "Does you want to
know what church I goes to, or would
you like to know if I'm married or
The lady smiled. "Neither," she
said, "but I would like to know why
an able-bodied man like you can't
find something better to dp than
sneaking into other people's houses
in tho night? Isn't there plenty of
work for a man to do that is hon-
est and respectable?"
Jerry squirmed uneasily in hie
chair. "Cut it. out, mum," he said,
raising a wrathful pair of eyes to
hers. "Cut it out! I didn't come out
tonight to listen to a sermon on hon-
esty. if you're goin' to call de cops,
do it, butj^old yer jaw, fer I ain't In no
humor just about now to be guyed."
"But you haven't answered ine,'
persisted the lady. "Why don't you
"Work!" broke in Jerry. "You're a
perty dnme to be talkin' about work
Have you ever worked in yer life?
What do you know 'bout work and
about being broke?"
"I know more about It than you
think," she returned, letting a little
warmth creep into her dark eyes
"For that is precisely the position 1
Und myself in at present."
"You broke!" exclaimed Jerry In
credulously, throwing his eyes around
the richly furnished room.
"Nothing but the truth. We are
ruined. My husband's fortune is swept
away, this house is mortgaged, my
Jewels—even my very dresses—have
is what yer givln' me on the lev-
el, lady?" asked Jerry.
"It certainly is," she replied. "Can't
you see how hard it is for me?, One
can never judge by appearances.
"Come," she said, rousing herself,
"it is time you were off."
He opened his eyes in astonishment.
"Yer don't mean ter let me'go?" ha
"Certainly," she answered, with a
Jerry looked at her In a perplexed
manner. "Say, lady," lie said in a
voice shaking with feeling, "I'm sure
sorry yer up against it, and since you
are so white to a fellow, I'd like to
give you a souvenir myself. Yer see,"
taking a small, carefully wrapped bun-
dle from his pocket and opening it,
"so if you will kindly accept this
necklace," holding up a beautiful
string of diamonds and emeralds, "I'd
be mighty proud ter give it ter you.
So long, and good luck," he whispered,
as he swung himself softly from tho
window and disappeared.
Several minutes passed. The lady
stood holding the necklace in her
hand, watching the light flash and
scintillate on the gleaming stones.
She pursed up her lips and gave a
"What a beauty!" she cried. "Worth
$5,000 at leadt! Oh. the fool, the
Slowly she unwound the lace scarf
from a sleek, black head, closely
cropped, and Blipped out of the en-
veloping folds of the pink bath-robe,
standing revealed a young man, lithe
'Lucky for me I came through the
bathroom and heard him first," he
said to himself, bringing up a dark
lantern and a mask from somewhere
under the table. With one hand on the
electric button he looked cautiously
about, then turned out the light,
climbed softly through the window,
and was gone into the night
MAKE DRUGSTORE A CLUB
Many Art tha Reeort of the Neighbor
hood In a City, Until tha Cloa-
When tho head of a famous firm of
"English chemists" waa In thia coun-
try. studying the conditions in hla
bualiu*BS, he found out that an Amur
I loan drug store la not the aamo as a
I drug store or chemlst'a shop in a
European city. "We have no station-
| ury bargain countora, no piles of flno
; candles, no cigar stands. Business
i goes much moro swiftly than ubroad.
There la no lingering or loitering."
Truly a Superficial observer! It
has been said that the barroom Is thu
club of tho poor man. Certain "up
lifters," regarding tho barroom as a
necessary evil, wish to muke it decent,
To many a comer "drug atore" Ib
a club. Tills one hnunta th soda wa-
ter founluin; that one buys cigars
or candy. There are habitues who
drop in regularly. They call tho pro-
prietor "Doc." Tho clerks are ad-
dressed by their llrst name. There
Is talk about the ball game, the shows
ut tho theaters, polities, local and na-
tional. There Is a gathering at night
that disperses only at the closing hour.
There is mysterious conversation in
a corner; tho two men Btand with
their heads close together.
Now and then a blatant person
tells a story, beginning: 'T heard a
good one tills morning. Stop mu, if you
Tho drug store in the city is what
tho storo is in the village. After all,
tho talk Is practically what you hear
in any club. Tho essential difference
between the institutions is that there
is no election committee for admis-
sion to the sliopB. Muu is a Clubable
animal, normally gregarious. At night
lights attract him. During tho sum-
mer, seated near the fount of min-
eral waters or lolling against a
counter, he observes tho coming and
going of humanity and thinks he is
seeing life.—Philip Hale in Boston
O. J. LOGAN
Candidate for State Senator
Democratic Primary, August 4, 1914
Miiady Bings at her work. The
portable vacuum cleaner — milord
keeps up with all the latest improve-
ments—gratefully eats up its daily
dust. The flreless cooker prepares the
meals "with a perfection and deli-
ciousness unrealized in the old days."
A has mother and the way she used
to cook! But in serving these meals
of a hitherto unrealized perfection
and deliciousnees milord and milady
must needs chase each other between
kitchen and dining room. The guest
at dinner, if he is luckily accustomed
to picnics, carries his own plate and
washes it afterward. I have myself
entertained many a guest in this
fashion, and he has carried his own
plate, and, being that kind of a guest
or I wouldn't have invited him, ho
has cheerfully helped wash the dishes,
wearing a borrowed apron. But it
would be ab#urd to claim that this
performance, indefinitely repeated,
id an improvement upon an orderly,
efficiently served dinner party. Con-
versation at dinner is more desirable
than a foot-race between the courses;
nor do I believe that life under such
conditions can possibly "become so
alluring that one day the great ma-
jority of us will choose it first of all."
—From the Atlantic.
When railways were a novelty the
companies vigorously enforced their
anti-smoking laws. The Great West-
ern company'once caught a tartar
says London Tit-Bits. The Btation
master at DIdcot removed a passenger
from an "up" express train and handed
him over to tho police on a. charge of
smoking to the annoyance of a fellow-
traveler. Next day the prisoner was
brought before the magistrate, and
when asked what he had to say in an-
swer to the charge ho replied:
"Gentlemen, the offense took place
in the County of Wilts, whereas I am
now charged in Berkshire. I am a so-
licitor; I was specially engaged in a
case which I shall now miss, and 1
shall sue the company for detaining
me. I respectfully hold that you in
this county have no jurisdiction over
what occurred in another county."
He was released, and he did sue the
company and got £80 damages.
The first smoking-carriage was in-
troduced on the Eastern Counties rail-
way in September, 1846.
Value of a Wife.
The magistrate had asked all of
the customary questions about taking
"this man," or "this woman," for a
lawful wedded companion and about
"promising to love, honor and- obey."
The ceremony w as finished. The cou-
ple were married.
The bridegroom started to reach for
his wallet. Then he stopped.
"Squire," he said, "I gotta propo-
sition to make to ye. I'll give you ?2
now, or I'll wait six months and give
you what I think my wife's worth
then, even if It's $200."
The magistrate looked at the bride
for a moment. "I believe I'll take the
f2 now," he said.—Louisville Times.
Cutting and Polishing.
The Rev. Holman Black was con-
gratulated in Denver by a reporter,
after an eloquent sermon, on his mas-
tery of pulpit oratory.
"What is your secret, air?" the re-
"Well," was Dr. Black's smiling an-
swer. "a preacher should always re-
member that while there are sermons
in stone, the more precious a stone 1
is. the more carefully it muat be cut i
u d polished."
The Democracy of Kiowa County is solidly behind
O. J. Logan for State Senator. His record in the
Legislature of 1905, where he secured the passage
of the law requiring banks to payA' interest to the
* ^ r
territory and counties; this law has never been re-
pealed and is the law of the state today; and in the
legislature of 1911, when he secured the passage of
the .law which forever stopped the cutting and
slicing of counties; entitles Mr. Logan to the support
of the Democratic voters of the Sixth Senatorial
District. tJThe press of Custer and Washita
counties has given Mr. Logan. Kiowa county's can-
didate, such generous and ungrudging support that
his nomination and election seems almost certain.
- Political Adv
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