The Copan Leader. (Copan, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 6, Ed. 1 Friday, March 3, 1916 Page: 3 of 9
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THE COPAN LEADER
A STORY OF THE GREAT NORTH WEST
0^ vingie e. Roe
QOPY/P/CNT GY DODD. MEAD AfiD COMPANY
Fllpiz of Daily's lumber rnWip directs
a stranger to the camp. Walter Sandry
Introduces himself to John Daily, fore-
man. as "the Dllllngworth Dumber Co.,
or most of it.” He makes acquaintance
■with the camp and the work he has come
from the East to superintend and make
successful. He writes to his father that
he intends to get a handful of the wealth
In the uncut timber of the region. He
gives Slletz permission to ride lilack Bolt
his saddle horse. In an emergency he
proves to the foreman that he does not
lack judgment. Siletz tells him of the
Preacher. He discovers that Slletz hears
the sign of the Slletz tribe of Indians and
wonders what her surname Is. In the
flush of a tender moment he calls her
"the Night Wind In the Pines" and kisses
her. Poppy Ordway, a magazine writer
from New York, comes to Daily's to get
material for a romance of the lumber
region. Hampden of the Yellow Pines
Co. wants Ranrtrv to keep off a tract of
stumpage he claims title to and Sandry
thinks he has bought as the East Belt
Hampden sets up a cabin on the East
Belt anti warns trespassers off. Sandty
ran find no written evidence of title to
the tract. His men pull down the cabin.
Sandry compares Slletz and Poppy. San-
dry's and Hampden's men fight over the
disputed tract. The Preacher stops the
fight. Sr.ndry finds that the deed to the
East Belt has never been recorded. He
decid»s to get oat his contract first and
fight for the stumpage afterward.
Glimmerings of the Great Game.
The work went forward swiftly
along the new line. By the end of the
week the new cutting was in full
swing, the long saws singing, the
buckers' broadaxes flashing among the
everlasting green, the whole inlaced
mass of detail working together.
“What do you think of our chances
now, John?" asked the owner.
"A-l. Hain't no reason why we
pleased and flattered by your offer,
but I don't Just fancy your knowing
this Hampden man. He’s—he's coarse
and bad. Miss Ordway."
“But isn't it worth a little risk?
What big thing is ever accomplished
without some risk? And think. Mr.
Sandry—isn’t Hampden trying to ruin
the Dillingworth company? In other
words, to ruin you?”
There was a tingling, suggestive tim-
bre in her low voice, a subtle, flatter-
ing tone that thrilled the young owner
“Miss Ordway," he said admiringly,
"as a man's friend you’re simply
"I may have to make frequent de-
mands on Black Bolt,” she said fur
ther, “for I cannot navigate in your
deluged valleys. I'm a poor mariner."
"S-s-h-h!" warned Sandry, "you don't
want to speak about this climate that
way. Why. haven’t you noticed that
the Oregon mist doesn't wet through7"
They laughed together after the
fashion of youth and health, though at
the last turn of words he felt a vague
uneasiness. He remembered Siletz'
dark face between her braids and the
tears failing on her cheeks.
"Poor little girl!" he said to him
self. And on Thursday of that week
another horse made its appearance at
the camp, a wiry, long-limbed bay,
picked up at Toledo.
"This is for you. Miss Ordway,” he
told the novelist, "so you may come
and go at will. No one will have him
when you wish to ride. You can at
ways put your hand on a mount at a
Th' Dillingworth," said j moment's notice. Black Bolt is so
whimsically, “she's ben j frequently gone when you might need
for Hampden—and the subtle Implica-
tion pushed the advantage.
His face was flushed and he sat
straight on his horse, his khaki-and-
blue-flannel clad figure making a not
ungraceful picture against the back-
ground of vivid green. He whipped at
his laced boots, wet from the ferns,
and presently spoke out of a full heart.
“Y’es," he said carelessly, "It does take
brains. A man has got to think to
make money—an’ it takes money to
buy the things of this life—pretty
clothes, a woman's clothes, Miss Ord- j
He suddenly leaned over and laid
his rough hand over hers on the pom-
"Every tree would buy a dozen
trunks full—an’ I own millions of
She was leaning very near as sne
whispered this, and in the burst of
mental light which followed her words
Sandry put his hands on her shoul-
"You are positively wonderful!" he
breathed "the most wonderful woman
In the whole world. How on earth did
you find these things out?"
"Hampden,” said Poppy with a shrug
of her shoulders under Sandry’s hands;
'lie's furnishing data with a ven-
“But why? For the love of heaven,
why are you doing all this? I can't
With a little, soft motion, charming
in the airy acceptance of its own dar-
ing, the woman of the world put up
her hand and laid it with a caress over
the one on her shoulder.
Her face, tilted upward in the dark-
Her heart was pounding and the
sparkle was dancing in her eyes. J ness, shone like a flower and he could
"Millions? Why, that must cover , Just barely see the curving line in her
a great deal of land! Millions of; lips, dark against its light,
trees?" j In the mist and the chill the subtle
"Yes—billions," promised Hampden perfume, that always seonunl to strike
rashly. He rose in his saddle and one's senses only after she had passed,
looked through a natural opening in suddenly thickened and Sandry beheld
the forest down over the dropping on the instant lights and flowers, gay
Collins was outside, stretching a fresh
deerhide against the planks.
The owner turned in his saddle and
looked back at the camp—his camp—
as they trotted away down the green
valley. It lay snuggled tight against
the pine-clad hills, a primitive force in
a primitive country, and he thrilled to
its suggestion. As they passed the
lower rollway he stopped and sur-
veyed the brown slough, a solid floor
of logs as far as he could see, even un-
til it lost Itself between its low, tule-
At a natural clearing they reined in
to breathe the horses, and Sandry
turned to the girl.
"S’letz," lie said, "tell me how it is
that you have lived all your life so
near the ocean and have never seen It,
when you have wanted to so much?"
The rare smile lighted her face and
she turned to him.
"1 was afraid," she said
"What? Afraid! Afraid of what?"
"Of how It might look in truth. 1
know how it looks in my own pictures
It—It might not—look the same ”
For a moment the man was silent
furnishin' th' goods ever sense 1 can
“True. But she was in
j So it
pretty close woman
came about that the young
from the East "went after
straits for cash. You know she's
worth, standing timber, land, options
and equipment, something like a mil
lion a hundred and fifty-nine thousand
dollars, at the pinch price I paid of
fifty cents a thousand feet on the
stump. At anything like her face
value she’d easily double it. And of
course you know she’s mortgaged to
her neck—the East Belt and all the
Daily shook his head. “I'm gettin'
completely mussed up," he said.
"Well she was. Her mortgages ag-
gregated a half million—in three dif-
ferent places. About half of them I
paid The rest is hanging fire. Frazer,
who should have been a mighty rich
man, got out with a quarter of a mil-
lion flat. 1 don't understand him."
"Neither do I, but I d stake my head
on old man Frazer. Why I’ve wprked
for him ten years! He bought in in
"Well, there’s a lot of mystery some-
where about, and as soon as Dm at
liberty 1 intend unearthing things "
Miss Ordw-ay was working fever-
ishly these days. Her rose-leaf cheeks
were flushed each noon when she
came from the little south room, and
her sea blue eyes were full of an in-
"She'll make good,” Sandry told him
selft "She's got the dreamer's look, the
pride, the joy, the mighty, arrogant
egotism. And she’s drunk on the at-
mosphere of the wilderness, the lone-
liness. the sense of worid's-end.”
Young and of abundant health, abun
dant vitality, filled with the urge of
ambition, abetted by an unusual clev-
erness, MiSB Ordway was indeed in 'he
way of great things and she knew t.
Also with her clear vision she was Le-
ginning to see something else that
added to the flush in her cheeks, some-
thing as great as her goal of fame, and
she faced it with her high courage and
This was the meaning to her of vVal
About this time she began to widen
her range of vision, to see all over the
wild green country, it seemed to her.
and to catch glimmerings of things
that sent her to Sandry, so full of vital
prescience that she was as a charged
wire In her eagerness and her delight.
"Mr Sandry," she said one evening
as they stood together on the foot-log
and watched the brown tidewater go
ing down toward the distant sea. "I'm
going to tell you something. I be-
lieve Hampden is crooked as hades
and I’m going after him.”
"That s funny." said Sandry. "do
you know, I've had the same notion?'
She stretched out her hand.
"Let's go after him together. What
do you say?”
"W-e-11,”— Sandry took the hand, an
exquisite thing, and held it in his own
a moment, warmly, closely—"1 am
Hampden," and the sharp, crude man
; of the hills was*to be no match for
j her. By another week she could not
I fare forth upon the road to the Siletz.
j ride into Toledo, where she was a
| matter of wonder in her beauty and
her smart clothes, or take the least
canter on the rangy bay but what
: Hampden met her—by the merest
! chance. She was a revelation to him.
j In his crude way he was soon at the
! point where he would have laid down
j his world for her little finger, and in
his loose-fibered soul he swelled with
! self-approval beneath her notice.
What delicate flattery she employed
only she herself knew. It was suffi-
cient at least, for he unwound to her
his somewhat eventful and picturesque !
life with the simplicity of a child.
Tney rode and talked, traversing the
lonely wavs, piercing the mist thread
Ing trails where Hampden had to ride j
close at her side to keep the wet foli !
age out of her face, and she saw the
passion growing in him to the point
of idolatry—which filled her soul with
"I’ll get it—I'll get it!" she told her
self, and there was no place in the uni
verse so Interesting as this rain
soaked country, this land of mysteri-
"What are these little, deserted
huts?" she asked him one day when
they had climbed high on a woodeo
ridge and come upon a tiny cabin, win
dowless and roofed with shakes. "I've
seen several of them."
"Homesteader’s cabin." he answered
"Ah—and where's the homestead?
For goodness' sake, did any man ev*r
ijtend a woman to live here?"
•Well," he said reluctantly, "you se<-
-that is,—no. They don't often come
here to live. This here's a snap.”
'Ah—yes”—there was a note ot
vague puzzlement in Poppy's golden
voice—"and what is that?"
“Why. a feller comes up an' takes
a claim—proves up on it, you know-
gets his patent—an then sells out.
Relinquishes his right to the buyer"
“Oh—and this is only a temporary
arrangement." She waved a hand
around at the dreary clearing among
the lesser growth. “The man who
built this didn't intend to stay at the
beginning. And who was smart enough
enough to buy him off when he got
tired of staying, 1 wonder?"
"I did.” said Hampden promptly
flushing at the imputation of brains.
"Easy." said Miss Ordway to her
self. Aloud she said wonderingly:
“Well, what do you know about
that! 1 fancy you made a pretty pile—
or will—out of such a deal. Mr. Hamp
den? Just think of the perfect oceans
and oceans of pretty clothes even a
dozen of these great trees would buy!
Pardon —1 think in clothes because I
The deference of that "pardon" did
"Why, look! All that—all that, as
far as you can see, to that other
ridge and over beyond it and down
into the other valley—is mine. I'm a
rich man. Miss Ordway, an' 1 got it—
just by this—”
He tapped his forehead significantly
"Truly 1 do admire you," lied Poppy
with the naivete of sixteen. "Brains—
brains—why, they are nine-tenths of
the battle of success and a man with-
out them is beaten at the beginning "
"Partner,” she whispered to Sandry
as she passed him that night in the
eating room, ‘Tve been working.
Where can we talk a little by our-
Sandry, looking at her swiftly, saw
the excitement in her eyes, and took
“Alone? Why—let's see. Are you
afraid to come out to the forked stick
by the road?"
In the darkness Miss Ordway
laughed—a little, low ripple of mirth,
soft and subtle.
"A tryst!" Bhe said, in that pmall,
intimate whisper that suggested infi-
nite mystery. "Are we out of earshot
"Y’es." said Sandry, lowering his
voice to hers.
"Do you happen to know where Fra-
zer got all the holdings of the Dil-
lingworth? How he got them?”
"Why, no,” said Sandry wonderingly,
"I suppose he bought them, as any
company would do."
"Y’es So far so good You know
that all this land was government land
—that there are still claims lying far
back in the mountains open to filing.
But all this fine timber close in—all
that has a chance of being got at—has
been taken—and have you noticed that
all of it, or nearly all, belongs to ei-
ther one or the other of these two
"By George!" said Sandry, “1 hadn't
| thought of that!"
gowns and evening dress of men—the
thousand intimate things and sounds
of home flashed before him.
Under the touch of her velvet palm
his own grip tightened and Poppy Ord-
way, quick to feel her first real en-
trance into his inner consciousness,
pushed the sudden advantage.
“Why?" she said softly, "why? For—
you. Do you think I, who am trained
in investigation "—she halted with a
little catch of voice and breath—"who
have to dig into every promising situ-
ation because of my—work—could sit
by and see that man down you without
plunging into the breach? Indeed no
And we’ll win. my—friend—we ll win."
With an inimitable gesture, at once
daring and hesitant, she lifted his
hand from her shoulder, brushing it,
as if unconsciously across her cheek,
held it a moment aud turned away
toward the camp.
CHAPTER XIII. v
The Red Bar on the Waters.
A day later Miss Ordway packed an
expensive bag of real alligator and
made ready for a departure.
"I'm going to Salem, partner." she
said. "If Hampden gets anxious
enough to inquire openly, tell him I'm
She smiled to herself, thinking ot
those millions of trees. For its own
sake, the pursuit of Hampden was be-
ginning to enthrall her professional
Instinct, but there was a flicker of
passion under her lashes, a sleepy look
of anticipation, as she glanced side
wise at Sandry on the step beside
"I may be away a week—maybe a
month. I'll drop you a line occa-
A yearning sense of loss and loneli
ness gripped Sandry as he took her
hand at parting, lending to his clasp
an unwonted tightness, and to his
voice a sense of huskiness. She was
home and the things thereof, this
woman who was an orchid among the
Although the tradition that new
members of congress, like children,
should be soen and not heard, is not
respected now as it was in former
days, rarely do freshmen of the house
make such an impression within a
week of their arrival as did Repre-
sentative Venablo of Mississippi, a
young man recently elected to suc-
ceed the late Jtepresontative Wither-
Rising to answer an attack by a
Texas Democrat upon the president's
advocacy of preparedness, young Ven-
able delivered a speech that placed
him at onco among the great orators
of congress and earned him the
plaudits of Democrats and Republicans
One of his i.lustrations, empha-
sizing the benefits of preparedness, is
still being repeated in the cloakrooms.
It has been my pleaure during my
lifetime,” he said, "to be intimately
and personally acquainted with two dogs. One cf them was a little rat
terrier who had a little tail curled over his back like a corkscrew.
"That little dog's life was one long sad wail of misery. He was kicked
by every man he met and whipped by every dog he ran across. I knew
another dog, a magnificent gentleman of his race. His great head reared
itself above his shoulders as the head of a lion. He was thewed and
sinewed like a gladiator, and his curved forelegs and stanch haunches spoke
of tremendous strength. He lived his life respected by dogs and men I
owned him for five years and I caressed hint when I felt like kicking him.
Why? He was a prince of the house royal, a gladiator of his kind aud he
“As a result, he lived his life in peace, with all his institutions Intact
and hts personal and property rights thoroughly respected.
And have you noticed that none of j pines, and with her going went some-
these claims seem to have been taken
in good faith? That none of the filers
have complied in spirit with the home-
stead law? I have scoured these hills
"The Man Who Built This Didn’t In-
tend to Stay."
for seven miles every way—except |
west—and at every filing there is the
barest hold of tenure—a windowless
shack—Just enough to nail the law by j
its letter. Nowhere have 1 seen a
cleared field, nor one sign of tillage.
Mr. Sandry. I believe we have stum
bled upon a huge government swindle,
a case of land-fraud gigantic in its pro-
Sandry wag aghast. “Why. what do
you mean? Miss Ordway. do you mean
that the companies are crooked?"
"Not so fast. I believe Hampden
is crooked, and that possibly Frazer
was For the latter—it is too late
and not in our scheme to nail him
But Hampden we'll hang high as Ha
man—and that before be can filch the
East Belt with its store of wealth."
BIG DUST CLOUD IN ALASKA
Volcanic Ashes From Katmai Delayed
Progress of Steamer—Explosion
As we approach Kodiak, strange
dark clouds were seen obscuring the
horizon at several points and one so
heavy and black tnat It resembled
smoke from a great forest fire. Cap-
tain Jensen startled us by explaintug
that this was Bust blown by Ibe stifi
breeze trom the lofty bills all about
us. these bills seemed covered with
snow, but tbe whitish deposits proved
to be ashes, rainea down several leaf
deep upon all this section during th'
eruption ot Mount Katmai tn June.
1 y 12. Katmai is still smoking
Ibe sun looked like a dull silver
dollar as it shone through the ashy
mist. The dust cloud was so thick
tnat II held our steamer up for four
hours until the way was clear. Bass
tng your hand over ihe rail of ihe
boat you tound your fingers streaked
with the impalpable gray powder.
W hen we landed at
plies ot soft gray
of light, friable !
stone, which had
and small pieces
stone, like pumice
been thrown out by
United States Marshal F. K. Bren
nerman of Valdez, who was a teliow
passenger with me. says the explosion
of the volcano was neard at that
place. 400 miles away from Kodiak,
and sounded like a cannonading. It
followed by a deposit of tine
ashes in Valdez.—John
Leslie 8 Weekly.
A. Slelcher in
Deer With Glass Eye.
Abalardo Cooper of Salinas, Cal.,
while hunting in the fastness of the
San Lucia range, killed a four point
buck that uad a green glass eye in one
of its sockets.
Besides, the ears had been swallow
tailed, a common practice in marking
the ears of cattle, and 'ts tail had been
cut off in some manner so that only a
stub an inch long stuck out.
It is thought possibly tbe deer was
a pet of one of tbe ranches down tn
the Salinas valley, and when the "run
Ding' season started tbe deer an
Kodiak we tound | swered tbe call of its mates and start-
ashes and large , ed for the wilds.
Stars and Bars.
Stars and Bars was the name of
the flag recommended by the commit-
tee for the Confederate States The
official description from the report
of the provisional congress. March 4.
1881. Is as follows: "That the flag
of 'he Confederate States of Amen
ca shall consist of a red field with a
white space extending horizontally
through tbe center, and equal in width
to one-third the width of the flag. The
red spaces above and below to be of
the same width as the white The
union blue extending down through
the v.hlte space and stopping at the
lower red space In the center of me
union a circle of white stars corre-
sponding in number with the number
of states in tbe Confederacy." the
flage is in plan like tbe Stars and
Stripes, with three bars.or stripes In-
stead of tbe 13 stripes, red on top and
bottom and white lu the middle. Ibe
square of blue has a circle of seven
five-pointed white stars.
A factory in wbicb radium Is being
produced has been opened in Scotland
by • Scotch chemist.
thing he had scarcely realized
which he would sorely miss
The camp seemed more than usually
dreary in the days that followed The
fog ribbons twined and twisted con-
tinually along the hills, the pines
brought their marching ranks closer
in upon the shrinking valley, and San-
dry was taken with an acute attack of
"S’letz." he said abruptly as he met
the girl one noon at the pump, "will
you ride with me tomorrow? It's Sun
'! iv and we can take a lunch What
6o you say?"
She did not meet his eyes, her own
somber ones glancing down the slough
“Y'es," she said quietly.
They were up betimes the following
morning. Ma Daily cooked an early
breakfast and Sandry sat down for the
first time with the girl at table. Con-
versation languished until a gentle
tread sounded on the floor and the
Preacher came in. his delicate face
aglow from the touch of Icy water
John Daily, too. lumbered In at the
“Sleep well, father?" he asked.
"As always, ion. The hovering ot
God's hand is like the sound of many
wings—hushing—ah, so hushing Isn t
It so.—ah—ah—1 have forgot—”
The pathetic, childlike eyes searched
Sandry's face in straining inquiry.
"What Is it 1 would remember?" he
"Nothing, lather. It is all well."
Siletz had pushed back the bench for
him. Now she laid her slim hand lov
ingly upon his and looked In his face
a smile curving up the lips above the
broken sign. As the two hands lay
upon the oilcloth Sandry noticed them
—one white and fine veined and shape
ly. with the slender, pointed fingers of
a dreamer—the other olive and shape
ly and with the same slim-pointed fin
"Alike," he mused, "how very much
alike Why. they are counterparts I"
As he led Black Bolt to the hammer
block for Siletz to mount he neard
snatches of song from the bunktiouse.
HUNT HELPS MAKE SOLDIERS
Preparedness for Military Emergency
is Undoubtedly Aided by Out-
While not every one of the three
hundred thousand citizens who se-
cured hunters' licenses last year
could qualify as a sharpshooter. Doc
tor Kalbfua. secretary of the state
game commission, Is not wholly Imag
inatlve in suggesting that In the main
tenanre of Its game preserves and in
the encouragement ot the hunt the
state Is contributing to Its prepared
ness for military emergency, says the
An essential ot a soldier s equip-
ment Is to know how to shoot, and
training lor marksmanship In the pur-
suit of bird or rabbit ts obviously of
value. But even more essen'lal It
i the soldiers health, the ruggedness
, of constitution and physical condition
| to stand tin stress of march and wo*-k.
band outdoor training Is the sine pia
I non. Anything that the state does
to get Its young hit out ot doors and
to Interest tnem in health building
Sandry Sat Down for the First Time
With the Girl at the Table.
before the subtle fineness of the
thought, amazed to find it in this sim-
ple child of the logging country.
"And why now?" he asked curiously.
“Why do you go now?"
“You go," said Siletz as simply as
Kolawmie would speak ill his govern-
ment cabin at the reservation to the ■
"You’re a great dreamer, S letz,"
The horses, having taken their re-
quired rest, started forward or their
own will after the manner of hill-bred
horses, and silence prevailed, saw >or
the swish and slip of the iron shod
hoofs. It took an hour to reach the
crest of the range.
Siletz had fallen a-dreaming, sway- I
lug unconsciously to every motion of
Black Bolt, one hand swinging out-
ward as encouragement to the dog
whose anxious eyes were raised from j
time to time toward it.
They traveled steadily, and present-
ly the long rotl of the surf began to
sound insidiously through the thick-
ets of vine maple, to v.-ar with the high
song of the dominant pines
"Ho!” said Siletz at last, softly,
"hear it! Hear It’ Hear it singing with
a thousand tongues'. Ho!—Ho!
Sandry looked swiftly back, an odd
excitement taking him at tl*e note in
her voice—an alien note, beyond hi3
understanding. She had reined up
and was sitting erect, her head up
high, her lips fallen part, her eyes be-
ginning to glow with a hidden tire. He
knew that somewhere,in the recesses
of her nature a great tide of emotion
was banking in, full flow.
They did not strike Yaquina hay for
the trull led straight west from Daily s.
and he knew they wonld come out on
the great cliffs below the lighthouse
on (’ape Foulweather. Here the land
reared itseli—as one who shields hira-
Relf. palms out ward-against the in-
sistent thunder of the sea. I hey
mounted the lifting rise of the cliffs,
and stood at the edge of a thin fringe
of stunted ffrs where Sandry tied the
horses. Siletz had slipped down at
once, and he noticed that she was
trembling in every limb.
She plunged ahead strongly and
Sandry followed, his eyes on her face
lest he lose one expression, one small
scene of the unfolding of this flower-
soul. Without warning, it burst upon
her around a hummock the great,
heaving ocean under a dull sky—and
It was gray as her own mist indeed,
wide and mysterious and forever mov-
ing in its place, fringed with the roll-
ing surf that broke white upon its
sands a hundred feet below.
"Gray!" she cried shrilly. “I knew it!
A floor under the feet of God:
To the left a steep path, cut by steps
tn the s*ndy earth, led Its peillous
way down to the beach turning
swiftly she dropped into It between
its walls and began leaping down.
' S'letz!" cried Sandry sharply, "be
(TO BE CONTINUED.1
M’CREARY QUITS PUBLIC LIFE
After thirty-two of his seventy-
five years spent in public service,
James B. McCreary, who recently re-
tired from the governorship of Ken-
tucky. announces that he is through
with public office.
Mr. McCreary served Bix years
in the Kentucky legislature and was
elected governor of the state in 1875
when he was thirty-two years old.
After that he was elected to the
house cf representatives, where he
served twelve years, and then was
transferred to the other end of the
capitol as a United States senator.
For several years after the expira-
tion of hi3 senator'al term he was a
private citizen, only to enter again
the political field as a candidate for
governor, and he is the only man on
record who was twice elected gov-
ernor of Kentucky after a long lapse
“I look back on my first cam-
paign for governor with a great deal of pleasure," said Governor^ McCreary.
"It was that campaign that probably gave to tin- Unitea State Supremo
court bench one of its most respected and valuable members. My opponent
in that fight was John Marshall Harlan. Not long after the election I had the
opportunity of recommending that President Hayes appoint Harlan to the
Supreme court bench.”
muscle strength on Ing. nerve-resting
sport, goes far In preparing efficient
soldiers, and to this physical condition
there is added the practical training
in tbe handling of gun and rifle.
All Lessons of Life.
The worst kind of trouble and sor-
row should only leach us the lesson
of a wider sympathy and love. vVe
should never allow ourBelves to he
come immersed in our own grlels. lor
that only Intensified them. Let ua
shut them out of our minds as much
Uy letting no tray pww without do-
ing some kindness to others who are
perhaps tar worse off than we are,
tbe trouble, which seemed so gigantic
at first, will gradually sink to Lillipu-
tian dimensions. By thinking sunny
thoughts and stunting out the intrud
mg dark ones we can rob grlet ot afl
its sting. By admitting only tbe
thoughts of love and peace we hell
ourselves and many others
Ne^ Yorkers Fond cf Candy
New York is the largest candy con
burning center in the world.
A unique baby-saving campaign
launched by Cato Sells, commissioner
of Indian affairs, Is attracting the at-
tention of statesmen, educators,
churchmen and philanthropists in
every part of the country, for, Mr
Sells declared, on the success of the
campaign depends the survival of a
Commissioner Sells sent a circu-
lar letter to all superintendents and
other employees in the Indian service,
urging them to do their utmost to save
the lives of Indian babies. Three-
fifths of the North American Indian
babies are dying in infancy on account
ot neglect of ordinary sanitary treat-
ment arui lack of food, says Mr. Sells.
He declared that the Indian problem
cannot be solved with Indians, ard
says that the race will beconio ex-
tinct unless the United States awak-
ens to the necessity of improving the
conditions under which Indian children
are born. He directs the employees of the Indian service to make thorough
investigations on the reservations to which they are detailed and spare no
efforts tn teaching the doctrine of baby saving. Tribal funds are to be used
in formulating the work, if necessary.
IKIYATOVICH’S BRAVE WORDS
Chcddo Mlyatovich. Serbian diplo-
matist and poet, who visited America
on a mission from his country declares
that until hope is dead Serbia will not
die. "Our friends speak of our nation-
al tragedy," says he. "We are grateful
for their generous sympathy. But our
tragedy has not yet seen our tears,
nor shall It ever see them.
“Our women suffer silently; our
men die silently; we bear our sad bur-
"Y'et our tragedy Is Illumined by
the light of hope. We lost, In honest
struggle, all the territory of our king-
dom which we raised up from ruins
by faithful love of national inheri-
tance, by the self-sacrificing efforts of
generation after generation. But tn
this the darkest hour of our country's
history we have not lost faith in God
and his Justice; we have not lost faith
In ourselves, In ojtr allies or in hu-
manity; we have not lost faith in the
perpetual progrers of the world, moving ceaselessly onward, though some-
times through bitter rivers of blood, sometimes tho ruins of national reputa-
tions and of once-vaunted civilizations.’’
ORIGIN OF WHEAT UNKNOWN.
The growing of wheat has so long been a principal occupation with man
that Its geographical origin Is unknown. The Egyptians claim it originated
with Isis, while the Chinese claim to have received the seed direct as a
gift from heaven. The belief that it originated in the valleys of tho Euphrates
and the Tigris Is more generally accepted than any other. The most ancient
languages mention wheat, and it hag been found by the archeologists In the
kitchens ol the prehistoric inhabitants of the Swiss lake region. It ts gen-
erally agreed that at tho lowest estimate wheat has been a faithful servant
of mankind for six thousand years.
D-norts on forest fires In northern Idaho and Montana say that 35 pcf
■ent are caused by railroads, 26 per cent by lightning and 10 per cent by
or;:- the remainder being due to burning brush and miscellaneous un-
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