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THE
C O P A N
LEADER
i HEART
NIGHT WIND
A STORY OP THE GREAT NORTH WEST
Oy VINGIE E.ROE ^
ILLUSTRATIONS by
QOf>Y/?/CfiT OY OODO. MEAD AM COMPANY
CHAPTER XXVII—Continued.
—14—
Slletz had always ridden bareback,
but now, why she did not know, she
took down Sandry’s saddle and Blung
it on Black Bolt. Poppy followed her
movements, and by the time Slletz had
put foot in stirrup and swung up, she
had caught up her wide skirt and
mounted. Siletz flared around at her
and her eyes were beginning to
sparkle in a face pale with rage.
Without a word they galloped up
across the lorfesome valley and took
to what had once been a trail in the
nodding ferns. Now it was but a
slight depression running amid the
blackened trunks, the endless heaps
of ashes. Poppy Ordway followed Si-
letz, on a chance, a dare, a mere haz-
ard. She did not know the danger, the
menace of the hills.
She was saying to herself after her
enticing habit of self-communion:
“I'll have my precious packet soon.
I know I shall. The gods are with
me. I feel it.”
Once Siletz turned upon her.
"Go back!" she cried fiercely, “some-
thing is about to happen."
“You're right," said Poppy, and for
once the hardness of her nature
showed like a rock under waves in
eyes and voice and manner, "and I’ll
be in at the happening.”
They spoke no more. Slletz checked
Black Bolt in another mile, rose in her
stirrups and looked over the appalling
spectacle before them. Over and be-
yond lay the tumbled hills, thick with
heavy timber, that ran into the Siletz
basin. Somewhere in their fastnesses
reared the mighty spine of the Hog
Back with its secret trail. And some-
where up behind the Hog Back was
Sandry. Calm as she was by nature,
Siletz shuddered as she looked upon
the world of flame and smoke. To
Poppy Ordway, ignorant of its mean-
ing and its might, it was a splendid
spectacle.
Siletz plunged down the ridge on the
other side and the woman followed.
The shadows of the smoke-filled val-
ley grew into an uncanny twilight The
fine, light ashes made slippery going
and more than once Black Bolt slipped
to catch his footing, catlike. They
had come a lon„, swift drift of smoke
was rolling, sent out like a current
from some newly fired cross-canyon.
Its lovy-lying pall formed a bewilder-
ing mystery to anyone save a native
of the hills. A woman on foot would
never reach camp through its blinding
darkness.
Long Siletz sat turned in her saddle
and looked at it. Then a thought of
Sandry and his standards pierced the
emotions that dominated her.
"Now how under heaven did it get
started up in here?"
He had spoken aloud as he wearily
skirted a clump of young spruce and
the words fell short, abruptly broken
as he emerged from their shelter.
Before him, in a small cleared space,
stood Hampden of the Yellow Pines.
His back was toward Sandry and ho
carried in his hand three candles. He
was nearly as black and disreputable
as any scarecrow down among the
fires. He was intently watching some-
thing at the foot of a second pine.
Softly Sandry moved until this object
was In his line of vision.
Bedded high in a pile of tinder-dry
needles a fourth candle glowed
brightly in the smoky gloom. With
utmost cunning it had been set close
against the tree where a long branch
of pitch trailed down the rugged bark
from far up among the branches.
know of her attempt to forestall him
in the "getting" of Hampden. She
saw her chance to gain his gratitude
by her gift drifting away. Also the
revelation of her lawyer's perfidy was
a mighty blow.
"Hampden," she said unsteadily,
“you're the coarsest beast 1 know!”
"All right. But ain't that what it s
all fer? To lay me as a burnt offerin'
at his feet—a sacrifice to win his
mincin’ love? Didn't you say you'd
marry him? Ain’t I heard it right
an' left?”
"No!" cried Poppy, red with rage
under Sundry's astounded eyes, "no!
I never did!"
“Yes!" cried Siletz ringingly. “you
did! You said when Sandry was dy-
ing thnt you were his promised wife.
In the hush that followed, intensi-
fied by the dropping brands from the
huge pine w’hlch was now but a black-
When the candle burned down to the I oned, pronged shape In the thickening
resin-steeped needles—and a man j smoke, there fell upon their ears n
might travel far in the meantime—the sound as incongruous with the strained
! was but one thing to do.
“Come up,” she
have to take you.”
said at last, ‘Til
CHAPTER XXVIII.
Fires Within Fire.
So it was a double burden that the
great black horse carried into the
mystery of the shrouded country-
Hatred was like a wall between them
and Poppy's fingers, clinging perforce
to Siletz' shirt, twitched with desire.
Howt short a distance to the packet in
the bagging blouse!
So they rode with smarting eyes
and aching lungs, down into a dim val-
ley and up again, between fires, under
mighty, towering trunks, tottering to
their fall. They passed the high spine
of the Hog Back, a majestic crown
against the smoke, and threaded the
ruins of the forest. At last they saw
great fires ahead and men running
among them.
"Where is Sandry?” Siletz asked,
unabashed, of a soldier.
“Don't know. Haven't seen him for
hours." He hurried on and the girl
rode along the line where a hundrefi
men were laboring with ax and spade
and blanket The wind had dropped
and they were working north and
south, trying to bottle up a roaring
csoss-cut of a valley. Scattered
throughout the hills in squads, obey-
ing the orders sent down from time
to time by the ranger and his aids,
who patrolled the ridges with field
glasses, they worked like a great ma-
chine, though they saw no farther
than their own trench, their own line
of back-fire, their own stretch of
felled pines.
But work as they would at the base
;of the high, massed peaks. Destiny
rode ahead and entered the fire belt was about ready for her grand coup
itself. The dusk grew denser. The
heat lay like a tangible blanket in the
hollows and dips. Slletz urged Black
Bolt. Something was calling out of
the gray dimness—chilling her heart,
hurrying her progress.
She had ridden for a time in deep
thought when a scream from the wom-
an behind drew her up with a start.
She turned Just in time to see the big
bay fall and go tumbling down the
mountain. With his first lurch he had
flung his rider out of the saddle and
into a pile of ashes. It was true to
her nature that the girl, dismounting,
ran, not to the woman but down the
slope after the horse. She found him
prone and groaning in a little trench,
his right foreleg doubled back, the
white bone piercing the earth.
Poppy Ordway peered fearfully
down, her trembling hands gathering
her dust-covered skirts.
“Come here!" Siletz cried, com-
manding; "come here!"
It was the same voice, whimpering
with primitive rage, that had com-
pelled that craven “Sandry” from
Poppy Ordway’s lips that night at the
pump, and as the woman had obeyed
then, so she obeyed now.
Siletz rose, reaching in the blouse j
of her shirt, and brought out a gun. I
Poppy Ordway shrank back, white as
chalk.
"What do you mean?” she cried j
shrilly, “what are you going to do?"
Horror widened her blue eyes gro-
tesquely.
“I never shot a living thing in my
life,” said Siletz solemnly, “but I’ve
got to kill him. And you stand by to
watch—It’s your work."
There was a sharp report that did
not echo in the fire-deadened hills, ana
the good horse closed his eyes in sud-
den peace. Siletz turned away to
where Black Bolt looked on with won-
der, Coosnah crouching beside him.
In a swift revulsion she flung the
weapon far down the mountain
She started to mount without a
glance at the woman when the other
spoke
“What am I to do?"
“Do? I don’t care what you do. Go
home. And I hope you never reach
there!
at the fortunes of the Dlllingworth,
and she snatched a streamer from a
cross-canyon and shot it high across
line and back-fire and trench into the
dry pines on that slope. Also she had
upleaping flames need only to lick
that banner to rush with lightning
speed to the swaying, inflammable
There | top.
For a long moment the Eastener
stood, lost in wonder. Then the whole
thing burst upon him and he knew.
Hampden of the Yellow Pines was the
poorer behind the holocaust!
As this stupendous knowledge forced
itself into his weary brain, the other
man turned and strode swiftly away
among the boles. The wearying climb
had taken the breath from Sandry’s
lungs and he drew a pistol from his
belt and fired over Hampden's head.
Ltke an animal the man whirled, hand
to hip, and faced him.
'Tve got you at last!" Sandy pant-
ed: “I’ve got you at last!"
Hampden’s heavy lips curled ven-
omously from his short, strong teeth.
"You!” he breathed, “you! You
damned Easterner! You lily-handed
tenderfoot!”
Sandy smiled grimly.
"This is just about the blackest spot
in your crooked career, Hampden," he
said at last, “the blackest and the big-
gest blunder. I can't see why you did
it"
"You can’t!’’ snarled Hampden, “oh,
you can't! Well, by God, you will be-
fore I'm done with you. You didn't
know what you was gettln' up against
—you and your—your—Poppy Ord-
way. You made yer fight, an’ you
thought you'd won! But you reck-
oned without me. I'm makin’ mine,
an' it's a hummer."
He glared savagely along the gun
into Sandry's bloodshot eyes, and at
this moment Black Bolt heaved up
through the ferns, Siletz peering eager-
ly along his straining neck, and the
face of Poppy Ordway at her shoulder.
The girl slid out of the saddle and ran
to Sandry.
“What is it?" she cried, “what is
it?”
Sandry pointed to the burning can-
dle at the pine's foot and instantly she
sprang forward and snuffed it out
with thumb and finger.
Miss Ordway slipped down from
the foamy, steaming hips of the horse,
to stand leaning against him, her
bright eyes beginning to sparkle with
the tension of the moment. At sight
of her Hampden's face grew gray be-
neath its grime. She was smiling
with that pleasure which she always
found where men fought, or engi-
neered dramatic coups, or worked out
clever schemes, and her beauty was
never so maddening to him in all his
knowledge of her. His one pure dream
had, in truth, reached a sorry ending
"Sandy,” said Siletz simply, “I came
to you. There's danger somewhere—
I don't know where or what—but
there's something in the shadows."
moment as could be imagined.
It was a shower of notes, high,
sparkling, thrilling, that seemed to
fall like drops of diamond through the
murky canopy. They came up from ;
Sandry hastily made compresses and
bound them upon the wounds. He tore
off what was left of his tattered shirt
and added it. He took handfuls of
leaves from the hazelbrush and pad-
ded the compresses, binding them
tighter and tighter. But it was heart's
blood that was loosened and each ef-
fort to stop it was futile.
It was soon evident that the feet
In their heavy shoes had gone their
last Journey upon the hills, that the
triumphant flute had piped Its last
song of victory.
"My children," said the Preacher,
“I promised to come when you should
need me. I have served a need. You
are young, my son, and the path of
youth 1b fair. There are too many
primroses thereon to sacrifice one
year of it. I am old—old."
Here Siletz flung herself upon her
knees beside him, unable to control
herself, rocking to and fro after her
fashion, her braids swaying and a ter-
rible anguish upon her face.
The handsome blue eyes turned
wonderingly upon her.
"Daughter—little one of the tender
heart—hush! I hear strange Bounds
and I would listen."
He closed his eyes and lay for a
time in silence, the delicate tracery
;t on his face emerging more clearly as
Jj a pallor spread beneath it. it was the
( divine record of years spent with his
God in the high places, though here
and there a drooping line bespoke a
vague, forgotten sadness.
Presently he murmured:
"The Winds of the Mighty One aro
ffl/jr ; upon the sounding board of the hills!
| Ah!—”
Again a silence and he opened his
, x . eyes with a return to earth. But in
£ 5 | them had come the dimness of
^I dreams, and half-remembered years
HA
mmti
GARDNER IS NO COWARD
the west, mysterious, martial, Joyful,
and their burden was “Lead, Kindly j
Light, Lead Thou Me On!”
"The Preacher!" whispered Siletz,’
"Oh, the Preacher!”
And presently through the dim dun-
white of the smoke that crept with
portent between the crowding pines,
there merged the familiar, erect form.
With one accord they turned to him
as he approached and 9andry for the
one moment left Hampden unguarded.
and times and places.
They gazed wonderingly into the
dark, tear-blinded ones of Siletz bend-
ing above. For a long time the old
man lay, staring up with that look of
wonder. Then a great joy broke on
his face with a shining smile, and he
struggled to raise himself on an arm.
"Kahwanna!” he cried, "Kahwan-
na!"
It was a call from a fandistant past.
| It thrilled that little company of listen-
ers with its ecstasy.
"Why—why— What have I dreamed,
my princess of the hills, that you have
seemed so far away? What was it—
Ah. I have forgot! But you are here
at last!"•
He raised palsied, trembling arms
to the girl's neck.
"You are back from the gates of
death that 1 fancied had closed upon
you! Y'ou are back. . . . And there
is forgiveness in your dark eyes. Oh.
my love, there is forgiveness!”
His lips quivered a bit and he went
on.
"Did I dream of the great wrong I
did you, Kahwanna? Oh, have you for-
given?”
The blue eyes were tragic in their
No one ever accused Representa-
tive Augustus P. Gardner of Massa-
chusetts of not being a brave man.
Gardner has moral courage, else he
would not have undertaken ^o start a
tight for better national defense at a
time when public opinion was not
with him—there being no war in sight
then to help him out. Here is an ex-
cellent example of his courage in an-
other direction:
A few years ago Gardner began to
take on weight. To be frank, he grew
fat. Having in mind the days when
he was athletic and supple, he set
about reducing by means of systematic
exercise. He played golf the game
that, as somebody was saying, has
needlessly prolonged the life yt a
great host of our most uselesT. 'citi-
zens. While diligently playing at go.f
in tho hot sun one day, Gardner had
something akin to sunstroke. The doc
tor told him he would not dare to go
out in the hot sun again, unless, as the doctor Jokingly suggested, he carried a
parasol. So that is exactly whut Gardner did. He got himsel a a*ge u . I
white on the outside and green inside, and with the thing c u c e n
set out for the golf links. „„ , .
"Do not, oh, do not do it.” his friends advised him. You look aristocratic
and people call you Gussie, and now if this gets out on you, you m g
wear woolen wristlets and a wrist watch." .
“I am not enough of a coward.” retorted Gardner, "to miss my exercise
because of anything anybody might say about me.
And opening up his parasol he strode bravely forth.
PETAIN, THE TERROR
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as'ught puzzled
stinctlvely sought his hip sought it
again. There was a flash of metal,
dun in the dun effulgence, a straight-
ening of the heavy arm that held it, a
spurt of flame, a shot.
But quick as the timberman had
been, another was quicker. With one
leap as Hampden reached for his gun
the Preacher reached Sandry. snatched
him aside and flung himself before
him, his flute raised high in protest,
in command. But the gesture came
too late.
The bullet meant for the Easterner
found lodgment in the gentle breast
of the wandering player of hymns,
and he sank down in Sandry's arms.
CHAPTER XXIX.
“My God!” cried Poppy Ordway,
"don't leave me like this! And look!
Look there!”
All along the valley by which they
MINK HAS VARIED TALENTS
Web-Footed Animal Can Climb Trees
and Go a-Fishlng; Also Is
Valuable Prey.
Very talented is the animal. He
can climb trees like a squirrel, swim
like a fish, dig like a mole and kill
chickens like a weasel In addition
\ he is endowed with an unusually fine
fur, which makes him valuable prey
for the hunter. He's more or less com-
mon along woodland Btreams, and al-
together too common In the neighbor
hood of the farmer's poultry yards
We call him the mink.
A vagrant wind fanned up long
sheets and whistling banners that "^he ®'Bn Siletz.
hurried up to leap Into the moaning I » was Poppy Orwav who struck the
I canopy behind the Hog Back. The *un from Hampden's hand, sending It
! actors In this little drama were too among the ferns.
I intent to hear the heightened note. Well have no murder here, s e
• crlpd
"So you come to be in at th' ’
death!"'said Hampden at last, his' Sand7 looked at Hampden for one
j eyes on Poppy In angulrhed fury.
“you done me to death an' you want j
to see me die! Oh, th’ game's up and :
I don't rare a damn! I'm th' smartest i
one of this bunch yet. An' but fer
th' fact that you've got them two let-
ters you stole from the commissioner
and th' account book with the records !
of our deals an’ rake-offs and so on,
I'd a had a chance to fight an’ win
A Tall
Lone Spiral Into
Heavens.
the
fleeting second as he laid his gun be-
side him
"If you move one muscle," he rasped
harshly, “I’ll kill you on the spot."
Then he eased the slight form of the
Preacher down upon the deep pine
needles.
Just above the heart blood was pour-
ing from the shabby habit. Sandry
tore It away, to find a clean small bole
I yet! But I know you, Poppy—Oh, j in the white skin, which was fine and
^un how damned well I know you!—an' j delicate aB a woman's. The ball had
I know I'm whipped. But I'm makin' ' gone straight through, tearing a huge
a fight—you're damned right I am!" j ragged aperture where It emerged In
He waved an eloquent arm around
at the appalled, shrinking country
which seemed to crouch In Its naked-
"But th' thing that cuts Is knowln’
that you done It all fer him! A feeble
drlvelln’ thing from th' East! An'
sent, an hour before, a tall, lone spiral
Into the dun heavens from the very
heart of the spared timber behind the
Hog Back. That spiral had caught the
eye of Walter Sandry. working with j ness under the shrouding smoke,
his waning strength north on the east
slope. For how many hourB he did
not know, he had neither eaten nor
slept. But still he went with the
spirit that would not quit so long as
.another stayed at his post.
"If the rains would only come!" he
thought as he struggled upward, "It's
nearly time for them. If they would
only bring their first showers now!"
The roar of the new fire—a solitary
pine that went up like a huge, grace-
ful torch—was fn his ears, Its light
before him.
"give me
the back from which the red stream
flowed in a flood.
"Cloth!" cried Sandy
cloth!"
His voice broke the spell that bound
Siletz and she sprang forward, tear-
ing her garments, ripping out of her
they say you'll marry him! Well, go ! breast some mysterious womanly ves-
to It! He’ll have to move out. fer ture that was white and BOft.
there won’t be any more Dlllingworth j "Oh, my God above the sea!” she
Lumber company in twenty hours. I'll | was crying with gasping sobs, "Lord
be behind bars, ail right, but I've j 0f the heavens' Spare him! Spare
cleaned him out."
As he finished with a reckless laugh
Sandry turned amazed eyes to Poppy.
She was pale with anger and she
avoided his glance. This was the last
him!” And only Poppy Ordway saw
the packet which tumbled unheeded
to the ground. With one catlike, grace-
ful movement she threw herself for-
ward, snatched It up and hid It In her
thing she wanted—that Sandry should i own bosom.
the voice was desperately earnest.
For a moment Siletz checked her
anguish and strove to understand.
Then something, some divine instinct, ,
seemed to give her wisdom and she
smiled tremulously.
“All is well,” she said pitifully, "I
have forgiven."
"Thank God!” CTied the old man
sharply, "oh, God, I thank thee! The
way is light at last!"
He tried to raise himself on an el-
bow again.
"But how does it happen? 1 saw
you die in the lodge of Kolawmle with
the babe that you bore me for love
on your breast—and yet—yet—I have
you again! Did 1 dream, oh, my prin-
cess of the little tribe?"
A dream," sobbed Siletz softly,
"only a dream.”
He looked long into her half-fright-
ened face.
"1 have searched the world for you,
my maid of service with the gentle
eyes—eyes like a deer's tor softness.
Oh, Kahwanna! I have chanted the
marriage service, that I never said
for you In the days of my youth, a
thousand times among the hills! I
have mated you In heaven throughout
the years wherein I lost you! I have
wept for the Primrose that I crushed,
at daw-n and dusk! 1 have tried to
atone."
There was a pathetic, eager Justifi-
cation In the weakening voice and the
others, all aware that they witnessed
the last act In some forgotten tragedy
of the Preacher's life, stood in silence,
unconscious of the darkening smoke
clouds, the menace of the rising roar
“Y’ou bore on your face the sign of
the Slletz women—the three bars of
Bondage, of Faithfulness and of Serv-
ice-and yet you were not of their
blood, but of my own. Only Kolawmie
knew how you came among them, a
wee, dark child, how they took you
in and gave you a name, and he never
told You were red to me, Kahwan-
na—a soft-eyed creature of the wild
and you were my woman, bought with
a white man's kiss!"
Here Sandry shrank as if at a blow,
drnwing in his breath with a sigh
But the Preacher hurried on. as If to
tell all that had lain upon his heart
these many years.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
The latest "discovery” among
FTench generals is Philippe Fetain,
commanding the armies around Ver-
dun. It should not be said too hastily
that he is a "great" general, for the
war has been full of "discoveries” who
have not turned out well. But for as
long as the Verdun defense holds out
as the chief event of the western thea-
ter of war Petaln is the most consid-
erable general In the French army.
General Petaln is sixty yearB old
He was bom near Calais, entered
Saint-Cyr in 1876 and served in the
infantry, particularly In the famous
chasseurs a pied. His career has
been regular and not in any way ex-
traordinary as regards rapid advance-
ment.
General Petaln enjoys a remark-
able reputation for picturesqueness
because he is athletic and very youth-
ful for his age. He Is said to havo
driven several chauffeurs almost to
death since the opening of the war, for he likes speed and isn’t afraid of going,
into the ditch. He has had 14 chauffeurs in two months.
He is said to be a crank about the physical fitness of staff officers and to
object to anyone who cannot run, ride a bicycle and drive an automobile.
’Petaln, the terror,” he is called. He keeps in prizefighter trim all the time by
1 heavy training, gymnastic work, running, and ten minutes of fast rope skipping
every morning. He is said to have little fear of compromising his dignity
before his men When he can't see what he wants to see from the ground he
shins up trees with a speed which the youngest recruit might envy.
General Petaln haB had a great deal of experience with the question of
supplies ami Is even more cranky about the food which goes to his men than
ne is about the youth and agility of his staff officers. His men like him for his
simplicity and modesty, and for his thoroughness in looking after their food
and clothing.
'
•pyrigM, "
nfferwood & Underwood
CONGRESSMAN HAY’S “BONER"
laughed heartily at Hay's expense,
from the clerk's desk shall be Inserted In the Record.
"Boners” are sometimes pulled in
congress as well as on the baseball
diamond, and not infrequently veteran
parliamentarians are the victims of
their own stupidity. During the gen-
eral debate in the house on the army
reorganization bill Chairman Hay of
the military affairs committee and au-
thor of the measure amused his col-
leagues when he sought to keep out
of the Record an amendment which a
member had asked to be printed for
the Information of members before it
formally was presented.
"I object to any amendment going
Into the Record unless It Is Introduced
In the regular way.” asserted Hay. "I
demand that the amendment be read
before unanimous consent for Its pub-
lication Is given."
“1 accede to the chairman’s Bug
gestton,” the author of tho amendment
quickly announced. The clerk then
read the amendment, while the house
The ruleB provide that everything read
under the farmer's barn to be near bis
food supply. He can track hiB prey
like a hound. Besides poultry, he has
a taste for rats, mice, fish and frogs.
To aid him in his fishing, the mink
has partly webbed feet. His sharp
claws help him in climbing trees, and
sometimes he will attack birds In their
nests. He is a little more than twelve
Inches long, has a dark brown fur and
a light spot on his throat. Before
sealskin became popular a single skin
of the mink was worth from $10 to $12.
Although he can dig as good a bur-
row as any other animal, the mink
sometimes chooses to steal a musk-
rat's home rather than build one for
himself, a writer in the Philadelphia
North American states. To avoid fu-
ture trouble with the ousted muskrat,
the mink kills and eats him.
Usually he prefers to make his
home along the bankB of a stream or
at the foot of a waterfall. Sometimes,
when his taste for poultrv becomes
cultivated, he will establish himself
Spray Keeps Off Enemies.
Many of the tropical species of a
8iuglike mollusk (onchldlum), found
on the rocks between tide marks, have
the back studded with eyes, and are
at the same time provided with a very
efficient spraying apparatus which Is
used with effect to repel the attacks
ot uAi very remarkable creature, me
walking fish (perlopbthalmus).
With bulging eyes, this creature, for
several hours daily, leaves its native
element and bunts along the strand for
Insects and "ouchldiums.” If the lat-
ter see him coming they ward oft his
attack by means ot the acid spray.
REALTY MEN AIDED BY WAR
Millions
York
Are Being Spent for New
Rentals in Place of Going
to Europe.
After balancing fall rental accounts
recently brokers throughout the ultra-
fashionable district estimated that
more than $10,000,000 will be paid for
Manhattan homes during the coming
season by families that usually make
their abodes in Europe, the New York
World states. Their aggregate liv-
ing expenses for the year art placed
near $50,000,000, most of which will
be spent in New York.
More than 2,500 such families have
rented apartments or private dwell-
ings during the past few months.
The have paid an average of $4,j00 i
yearly rental, some paying as high as j
$25,000. Their competition for lux-
urious living quarters has forced nor-
mal prices to the highest levels on rec-
ord and old families that have been
In the habit of renting costly homes
by the year, or for the social season,
have had to pay fancy figures.
This was illustrated recently when
Mrs. Nelson W. Aldrich, wife of the
late senator from Rhode island and
closely related by marriage to the
Rockefellers, paid at the rate of $100
a day, more than $30,000 a year, tor
Mrs. Klngsland’s furnished home on
the northeast comer of Fifth avenue
and Forty-sixth street, for the winter
season Mrs Kingsland herself leases
It under long-term contract from Wil-
liam Waldorf Astor. A similar rental
is being paid for the Judson Todd
home.
Tree Owns Itaslf.
There is a tree In Athens. Ga., which
owns itself. It has a deed to eight
feet of ground on all sides of its
trunk.
The tre^ formerly was owned by W.
H. Jackson. To prevent its ever be-
ing cut down, Mr. Jackson executed a
deed making the tree owner
ground around it.
This deed is on file In Athens. It
Is the only one of Its sort In the
world.
"Metaphysiclaness."
Mary Mltford appears to have had a
weakness for coining words with un-
necessary female terminations. On one
occasion she writes about a young
creature full of grace and beauty, liv-
ing In London like a hermltess and
teaching her little brothers Greek.”
and elsewhere she tells of "a most
elegant young woman, negotlatrlx of
the forgeries.” Worst of all Is a pas-
sage in a letter to Sir William Ki'ord.
In which she says: "I believe, my
dear Sir William, that you will not
need Y ne to come from the grave’ to
inform you that I am a metaphysician-
css (la there such a word?)"
CAPTAIN FOULOIS, FLYER
It is no new experience for Capt.
Benjamin D. Foulois, dean of the
United States army aerial corps, to
fly over Mexican troops or Mexican
soil. Back in the spring of 1911 he
did both—and more; he took a high
dive Into the Rio Grande, plunging
deep Into the mud on the Mexican
side, whence he had to be pulled out
by a Mexican lasso and a Mexican
mustang.
Aviators who have Instructed Fou-
lols and followed his career say that
no more competent officer could have
been selected to command the First
Aero squadron now with Gen. John J.
Pershing's expeditionary column.
Captain Foulois is thirty-five years
j old, a native of Connecticut and rose
in the army from tho ranks As a
| private he saw service In the Philip-
I pines with the Nineteenth Infantry
i After getting his commission he was
| assigned to the Seventeenth Infantry.
A student of aviation since 1909, he was the second United States army officer
to fly in a heavier than air machine. Ai’ter a minimum of instruction by the
| Wrights, Foulois took charge of an army biplane at San Antonio and there be
taught hlmsell to fly.
Territory Unexplored.
In Arabia there is a tract of unex-
plored territory nearly five times the
area of Great Britain, while nearly a
of the * quarter of Australia awaits the inves-
tigation of civilized man.
A French scientist has invented a
microscope using X-rays.
Women Executives In Sweden.
Fifty women take an active part In
the municipal governments of Swed-
ish cities. Seven of them are busy In
Stockholm.
AGAINST “T RIAMARRIAGES."
The Law Journal suggests that the form of the proposed amendment to
| abolish "trial marriages” should be changed, and that the legislature should
i repeal the section of the code providing Independently to annul a marriage
| where the woman had not attained the age of sixteen years and it look
I place without the consent of the parent or guardian, and It had not been
I followed by cohabitation or consummation after the plaintiff attained the
age of sixteen. A recent opinion stated that this section has become obso-
lete by reason of the change of the age of legal consent. The Law Journal
concludes:
"It Is highly desirable that with the modification and addition above
suggested this proposed measure be adopted at the present session of the
legislature. The phase of Its marlago law above dlscustxsd Is a reproach U>
tho state of New York."
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