2f THE SU2JDAY OREGONIAjS, PORTLAM), 'AUGUST 26, 19"00. . t i Off for the Shore. RumMf dj -row- ItHmbi -rr! i Tfce e'eTn cars are Mtcta? xm down to the allure Cixr ket -eUok! dckty-e4nck! "Won't wc be Min-lninve before we pet back? "Mot her ar J Polly ad baby and Jack V tile th" ''ar wtwdl s staging alone on the Kumbldr-raoket -claekety-clack! ClupiK-tj-oMtnk' Ckippety-c'unk! i 7 eaw tl.i bathing suits put in the trunk. KJ kTj-lchnJ Klekerj-Mra! Wonflrr .f father will teach us to swim. X m gjlng to splah"1otfi of -water on him, T1J to pfndB to get road, and tbcn Mm! C lui;jxt-clHilet-fctckury-kiin: Tu"ksot'-tr! TuckBety-tos! TVe can po v adtng a'xmt -on the rocks. Dlng-a-dtaig-dotis" Din-a-dnij-d3nE! "Won't -we be health ad -hungry and strong? Isn't it nloe to be ridtng alone. While the can. arc a-trfnglngr tholr Jolly old tone TuckBety-texety-dlng-a-ainE-denc! Brooklyn Eagle. ON THE FIELD OF HONOR Lad in HIk Teens "Wine's Comrade in a Duel Which Eads in a Sarfeit of Ice Crenui and Pie. A pleasant Summer afternoon, Just Verging upon stinsot. A low, verdant meadow, fringed on one side with a hedge of -willows, and bounded on the other by a calmly' flowing river that never "was in a hurry, unlesIt was at a. point half a mile further on, near the dam. Here the- sluggish wators were churned into a -white foam by the revolv ing who Is of an old mill A long stretch of gently-curving turn pike, -white with the gravol crushed to dust by the tires of vehicles and tho lron-shod feet of horses, ever being driv en to end from the pretty little town. At elthtr side of the road was a deep c.tch, bordered with green turf, sprinkled here atid there with buttercups and daisies. On one hand was a bit of fertile pasture fand that Moped down to a Dab bling brook, which seemed ever in haste to join the river. In the west, tho sun, like a groat disk of burnished copper, rested on th brow of a distant range of hills. The town toward which the turn pike lod was not over a mile away. Toward a sheltered strip of green EwrJ near the willows, a lad of 3C. with cry red Imlr. blue eyes and an uncom- nwn. j allid face, was hurrying. In one Land he carried a small vail;. This he Cropped, aiMi than threw lumself at full length upon the soft, ool grass. Tho j-rch of sky above his head took on the tint . nd hue of an exquisite turquoise, b beautifully blue was it. The lad tried to appear unconcerned, but it was clear ly eI"ent he was ill tt ease. He reached out for the valise and opened it. Explor Ing its contents with his hand, he heaved ft self-satisfied sort of a n4e;h. Glancing tip thr n ad toward the town, ho solilo quized: SeriouK Mtuation. tf wIfIi this confounded affair was well over. 1 have the lint and bandages all ready; I only hope nclthor one will be ldhed, that s all. Ed could hardly be blamed. Paul challenged htm, and ho had to accert, or we all should have called lilm a coward. Lai's see! How was it tho trouble started? Oh, yes, I romem bcr. Taul Is in love with Exsll, and so is TEd. l'a Grant's party is at the bottom cf it sll. Both -wanted to take Dell to th-t party Ed's invitation came first, and she accepted It. Gee! but wasn t Paul mad when she declined io go with litra1 W 11, thore wasn't two of her. and I 1 rbked her llrst Besides. I really j tlilr.K ihe cares something for Ed, but no one can tell, she's ?wh a flirt." Tiia b- s remarks practically covered t!"0 facts un to a oertaln nolnt. but It was x. t all there was in the story. Delia Fown wis the handsome daughter of a wcl-to-do farmer, and she attended the -vj'age school. Iir age wasnot oer 35. "Lr bl ik curls, red lips and white tilth made her easily the queen In the s s rosebud garden of girls." Her pet, saucy ways won her many adinlr-c-s. for .it least luUf the boys In her c ass - . re in love with her. And she was a o-qtiette, despite hep youth. Among her boy lovers there was aono more tr-- rgl ' in earnot than Ed Branson or Pui. Waldron Delia had had quite a number of lave affairs, but at this time It served her purpose to bestow her Em cs i ad billets doux on Ed Bronson, Ida Grunt hd given a party. Delia, Fd crd Paul had attended, as well as George Darlington. Dr. Darlington's son. Ik-cause Delia had chosen to go with Ir ' n. Waldron hal become Jealous aid t jtifd He was perhaps a year and a -a'f oMer ttjan Ws rival Both lads w -o that romantic period of life W vi the imeginatlan rcvelb in tales of f--a and odvntMre and greedily feeds t-'n OueU, of all sorts, historical and Jit '! js "'t wae not an unnatural de sire that ACaldro afeoutd have wanted to get ncn" in some way with Bronson. I e might have waylaid him at night t 1 h" given hint a sound beating, but Xhut savored t much of hoodlumism Tvr Ida of a dMl appealed more strong. '5 to his xnind. e a duel he decided it ebou d be. A Challenge In Sent. Paul selected a second and the affair of honor was speedily arranged In prop cr fo-m, Jurt as the boys hod read In Vooks these thiagt. wre dene. "VTaldron's second conveyed a formal note to Bron son challenging Mm te mortal csmbaC Jivin& to htm. te aoeerdanee with the r tfde cuello the choice ai weapons. Bron, non elected xwvelvers chose his second, and toe two procured the services at Darlington, the doctor's fon, as surgeon Crf oourse. tibe whete thiag was kept qniet. The soeeads oos8lted. soonred weapons end picked out the spot near the willows as the dueling ground; sundown was named as the time of meeting:. The eventful moment had arrived and, as the reader has already seen, the boy surgeon was the first upon the scene. "I wish they'd hurry up and set this business over. I don't half like being mixed up in it myseir," said George to himself. "Ah. here they Come at last," and lie sprang to his feet. The ludicrousness of The Affair? for it had a ludicrous side, was the fact that neither of the combatants knew how to shoot, and it was douotful whether they could hit the broad .sice of a barn, un less directly up against it. Then? again, George knew very little about surgery. "With very sober faces, "Waldron and Bronson, accompanied by their respective seconds, drew near. After nervously fidgeting about, Branson's second spoke up, with considerable dignity: "Gentlemen, the seconds have con cluded to make a proposition. We hope the principals will agree to It. If they don't, we're going to quit and go home, LIKE ALL THE "Geroldlne Dolan, if yez'll marry me ye'll be "Am! po'an; jou'ro lolke all th' rest er th' can heiresses." so there! Our decision In this grave af fair Is, that each principal shall fire not more than seven, times. If neither is hit then the trouble snail be considered settled. Whoeier draws blood first must declare his honor satisfied. Then the two principals must shake hands and become friends again. The one drawing first blood must give up all claim to Delia Brown, and, besides that, must take us all to a restaurant and buy supper for the cro-nd. Is that satisfactory?" The principals replied together, "It Is." "Then," said the speaker, "nothing re mains but to measure off the ground 20 paces, I believe place our men and sail In." A'ot So Ilomantle, After All. Tho ground was measured and the re volvers wore carefully examned, and found to be In perfect working order. "Waldron and Bronson each selected one with a gravity becoming so Important an occasion. Now that they had really come to the point of deliberately shooting at each other, each would have willingly backed down, but was afraid to do so, lest ho should be ridiculed. It wasn't quite so romantic, after all. Thoughts of home and mother would come up. The two boys nere jed to their ap pointed places. There was a big lump in each threat that somehow could not bo swallowed, and their hearts were vlo lently thumping. The seconds attempted to appear indifferent, but only scored a failure. The principals were deathly pale. They looked as' though they might faint. With very shaky -knees, Bronson and Waldron faced about. Darlington stood half way between and off at one side with a white handkerchief held well aloft, so both could see It. He hoped heawas at a safe distance, but did not feel quite sure. "One. two. three," he counted, and the handkerchief fluttered to the ground. The seconds shouted, in chorus, "Fire!" The revolyors cracked together with one re port. No one was hurt. Then the shooting was resumed, the lads peppering away at each other, but doing no further harm than to alarm an old ewe, meekly grazing in the neighbor ing pasture. Three shots perforated the soft. Summer air and both boys still stood firm. At the fourth shot Bron son's "bullet plow ed Its way through Wal dron's straw hat. Ho had Intended to hit Paul In the leg, to be sure, but thon POINTED &r 3A.-5c,x.- Johnnie Angle Worm You biff coward! Why he did not claim to be a marksman. Paul fortunately was not struck, but his antagonist's bullet had come uncom fortably close. Both lads were now thoroughly warmed up to the contest, and the seconds and "surgeon" were no less deeply interested. A Hit. At the word, the fifth time. Paul aimed his weapon directly at Bronson's hat. "Crack!" sounded the two pistols. Bron son felt a hot, stinging- sensation In his left shoulder. Instantly his white shirt sleeve was dyed with gore. Paul nad tho honor of drawing the first blood. When he saw that crimson stain, all Waldron's animosity disappeared. Ho didn't care a fig for Delia Brown. His generous, boyish nature came Instantly to the front. He put his pistol in his pocket and Impulsively ran to Bronson's Side. The "surgeon" was ahead of him, i but he came In closely after, and the two seconds were immediately behind him. Bronson's wound was of a superficial nature. The bullet had merely grazed nira, carving a tiny furrow iri the mus cle of the shoulder. Paul seized Darling ton's black cJotU cap, rushed to the l?rook j i 1HB Mikm 'Al fillip w'5 iji jiw and returned with at full of clear, cold water. The "surgeon" laid Bronson out on the gras and pulled his arm out of the shirt sleeve. He dipped some of the lint in the water and washed out the wound, quite with the air of a professional. Then, placing some dry lint upon the wound, he adjusted a bandage. The duel was over, and all the partici pants were glad of it. According to tho programme they all marched away to the restaurant. T"hey gorged themselves on lc'e cream, cake, pie, lemonade and almost everything else the modest little cafe furnished. Now that the duel had actually come off they all decided they never wanted to engage In another. It had been a foolish piece of buriness, and It was fortunate that it did not result seriously. Paul was as good as his word. He never molested Delia Brown and Ed Bronson and they loved each other very passionately for ot least six; months. Del j& is now an old maid and keeps a millin ery shop somewhere In North Dakota, REST OF er Princess; me ancestors was Irish Kings " bankrupt nobility tryln to marry us Ameri-' Paul is dead. Bronson married, 20 years ago, a girl from Maine, and they now live with their family of three children In California. GHABX.ES E. SAWTER. CUTE SAVINGS OF CHILDREN'. Fnnny Idens Thnt Bob Up in Heads of Dojs nnd Girls. When small Harry did anything naughty his mother punished him by making him stand In the corner for five minutes. One day, after an experience of that kind, he said: "Mamma, when I get big I'm going to build a house with round rooms in it." "Why are you going to do that, Harry?" she asked. "Be cause," replied the little fellow, "then there will be no corners for my children to stand in." Cincinnati Enquirer. First Boston Boy Yes, father punished me severely yesterday. Second Boston Boy Indeed! Some par ents have such radical Ideas about gov ernment without the consent of the gov erned. Puck. Mamma Why do you not give youf nice. uncle a kiss, Elsie? Elsie (whose uncle has a heavy beard) I don't see anv place for it, mamma. New Tork World. "AH right, then, we'll toss for It," said Tommy. "Here goes! You holler. Heads or tails?" "Very well," replied little Emerson or Boston, "I prognosticate the falling of the obverse uppermost" Philadelphia Press, Aunt Mary Now, candidly, Margie, don't you think you have eaten enough pudding? Margie (aged 4) Well, I may think so, Aunt Mary, but I don't feel so. Chicago News. Bobby I wonder why the, tiger doesn't He down and go to sleep once in a while?. Nurse I am sure I don't know, Bobby. Bobby Do you suppose he's afraid he will turn into a rug If he does? Pittsburg Leader. "Mamma," said 3-year-old Flossie, "1 INQUIRY. don't you swallow some one your own size? guess you don't know much about raising children, do you?" "Why do you jthlnk that?" asked her mother. "Because," replied the little miss, "you always send me to bed when I'm not sleepy and make me get up when I am sleepy." Chicago News. A class of boys was being examined orally in Scripture. The history of Moses had for some time been a special study, and one of the examiners asked, "What would you say of the general character of Moses?" "He was meek," said one boy. "Brave," said another. "Learned," added a third. "Please, sir." piped forth a pale-faced, neatly dressed lad, 6"he was a gentle man." "A gentleman?" asked the examiner. "How tlo you make that out?" The boy promptly replied, in the same tbln, nervous voice: "Please, sir, when the daughters of Jethro went to the well to draw water, the shepherds came and drove them away; and Moses helped the daughters of Jethro, and said to the shepherds. 'Ladies first, please gentle men.' "Buffalo Enquirer. 'EM! "I Tannic Yon, Dear" Four little words of love to hear Four little words so sweet They mako. my work seem, oh, so light And put -wins to roy feet! I think, if folks knew just how nice They sounded in my ear, For eAery UiUe thing I do They'd say, "I thank "you, dear." Why, goodness meri"race the stairs. Run ur and down all day For things my sister leaes around Qr brothers sut away! And when at last I And them And bring them with delieht. I They only say, "Why, mercy, child, I thought you'd stay all night!" Ob, crown ups, if you only knew. My heart goes in my boct3! ,JL work so hard for those few words, Efut neems like nothlnr suits. No matter it my feet were tired, I would not cry one tear. JJut happy be. if folks to'me Would say, 'l thank you' dear." - , New yojrk Herald. TOOTSIE'S STRANGE PETS Iiiitle Citr'GirlTs Experiences With Two Little, PIg,""Mr. Whltle" and "Mr. Blacklc.' Tootsle was a city girl, and she knew yery little of the everyday things that go to make up a country girl's life. Tootsle's papa had bought a farm, and, coming home one day, had told his wife and little daughter that they would spend the whole, lemg Summer in the country, where they would all get fat on milk, eggs and homebaked bread. Tootsle was wild with Joy, as would bo any other little city girl whose sole Idea of the country was had from the big park. Before the month was out, the family tras settled on the farm; Tootsle had made friends with several little girls, far mer's daughters, and they all played to gether, manufacturing whole bakeries of mud pies. To the child's dcllgh she was permitted to get dirty and to stay com fortably dirty; therefore, she enjoyed her splash In the bath at evening, and being tucked in her little bed, in a clean, white "nightie." One day she wenf to Visit the farm er's Httlo daughters and found them play ing with two -little white pigs, Oh, the little darlings! Oh, how sweet they aro! Are they yours, all your very The Funny Fly. 'Dear me," said a witty younjr fly, As he lit on a bald head, "If I Only had roller skates For these smooth shlnr pates I'd have lots of fun on the sly!" Brooklyn Eagle. own?" she breathlessly exclaimed. Qn being assured that they were, Toot sle's hoart bfgan to pine 'for a very pig of her own. When she went home, she begged her papa for a pet pig. "Oh, do papa," she pleaded, "Just a little pig for me; they are so nice and clean and pretty. Oh do, papa! Please! a very truly pig, all my own." So papa sent word out among the farm ers for a white pig of suitable age. Plgrerie Comes. The next day there came a man with a pig in a gack. Tootsle was indignant at the man for putting it in a sack, and "smovcrlng" It to death. "Why, Mr. Man, you must tie a string 'round his neck; you musn't 'smover' him that way." But Mr. Man grinned and showed his teeth, passing over the little pig to its new mistress. It was put in the old tool house.an d Tootsle spent most of her time for several days feeding it and carrying straw and clover for it. It became very tame, gentle and loving, and the child took a great deal of comfort with It. About this time another man came with a pig; he did not know that they had al ready bought one. So Tootsle's father thought he would surprise her; she was away playing with the farmer's little girls. When she came home, lo! There was another piggle In the toolhouse. My! But she was Just as tickled over tho second one as she had been with the first; she treated him royally, also. But It ws soon seen that Tootsle was very serious over something. She "stud ied" over those two pigs a good deal for a day, and then they found out what It was that -worried her. Her first piggle had been white, and all the other pigs at the farmer's house that she had, seen we.re white also. This last little pig was black, and Tootsle thought there must be something wrong with him. She .said not a word to anyone, how ever, but borrowed a bath brick from the kitchen, where the cook had been scour ing knives. She cut a large potato In half, taking the pieces with her into the toolhouse, and then she was ready foi business. Black Pissle Surprised. She sat down on the floor and both piggies came to be petted as' usual. But Mr. Black Pig "was laid upon bis side, and treated to a good course of bath brick, rubbed In with potato. Tootsle scrubbed and scrubbed, very patiently, while Blackle said "Quee-a-quee-quee!" and Whltle said "Gnouf, gnouf!" in sympathy. Tootsle, however, wouldn't toke any excuse of that kind, but she scrubbed and scrubbed. When she had him scoured all over till his little skin looked pink In patches and overy little hair stood straight up, she put hlro in the water trough and washed Itsi'!,," slliipllik and washed and washed. But M.r. Plg-V gie came out Just about as black as he went In. Ho stood, winking and blinking his twinkling little eyes at her, as much as to say, "It's very nice to be scraped and scratched like that, little mistress, but haven't you, ma4e a mistake?" Tootsle regarded him very d'scouraging ly for a time, and then said: 'Now, Mr. Piggle; I' trqly think you must be a colored person, like Auntie Mlnty; but who would ever think a pig gle could "bo a colored person;' , Tho piggies answered. "Quee, quee," "Gnouf, gnouf," which meAns, in pig language, "You are quite right." Tootsle accepted the situation, finally, and the piggies were so good and so tame they were allowed to come out of the toolhouse and play about the yard. They grew and thrived, and followed Tootsle about as "closely as a dog; she loved them both dearly. Contrary to the general Idea of a pig, It was found they T3IED TO EMULATE ELECTRICITY. Potato Bug What was tho cause of tho lightning bug's demise? The Fly Ho broke a blood vessel trying to reach half a candle powes would be nice, if they dnly had a chance, and they had a chance. As the piggies grew, their education progressed, and they were allowed more and more liberties. They came in and ran about the house exactly like a dog, and were no more objectionable. In any way. They were neat and intelligent. Tootsle and the others taught them many tricks. They would stand up and "beg" for food, and if given a chicken bone, of which they were very fond, they would take it and rum out in the yard to eat It; then come back,- stand up and beg for more, with their little front legs sticking out very comically. ' Tootsle bathed them like a poodle; she was never tired of douching with them, in their shallow tank of water. But all things must have an ending, so did that happy Summer. Tootsle returned to the city and the piggies tVere left to the care 'of the man In charge of the farm. Tootsle will go back next Summer, but will Mr. Whltle and Mr, Black Piggle know her then? Will she know them? Farmer?, you know have different ideas than Httlo city girls of the feeding and use of piggies. However, wo shall see, M, J. PATTON. English Sparrows' Habit. A writer In the London Spectator says that the site of sparrows' nests is chosen with great care, and always with a view to ayold danger from cats. The birds shun any proximity to ordinary roofs of houses, where cats are likely to disturb them, but th6 erection of a corrugated iron roof In their neighborhood will at tract them all from their old nests, as the cavities underneath furnish homos for hundreds of them, where they are entirely safe, as no cat can reach them. Among other curious things related Is one of how sparrows cling to a particu lar block of houses, or maybe only Ut the front of a row of houses, never going to the back, or vice versa. One Spring time, when some of these birds seemed espe cially Inclined to pull up the early crocus. It was noticed that a- number of these JUVENILE Great-Grandpa What's wrong, Mary? Little Mary (remorsefully) Ev'ry sing goes to live over asrla! m . , flowers In front of some hpuses were to tally destroyed by a brood of sparrows living there, while the flowers at the back of the same house were untouched, the birds living there being busy at work at something else. "WHO OWXS THE EYES!" Amusing Game for a Gatherings of Yonnp People. A pleasant way for a party of young people to entertain themselves at an In formal gathering Is fbr them to try to distinguish each other by seeing tho eyes alone, says the Philadelphia Inquirer. Pin a shawl across the doorway about five feet from the floor. Cut twb holes in a large shoet of wrapping paper, or a news paper will answer the same purpose, which will show the eyes distinctly, but will not expose any other part of the face. If any one present possesses a talent for drawing, the paper which is to serve as a mask could be decorated with a mouth and nose, put on with a brush dipped In India ink. This would add to the gro tesque apeparance which the shawl, sur mounted by the mask, will present. Eye brows might also be painted. When the paper is pinned above" the shawl,' the company should be divided into two parties, one to remain in the room as spectators and guessers, and the other to go "behind the scenes" (other wise the shawl) as performers. If thore are over half a dozen of the latter a line should be formed; the one at the head stands behind the mask, so that his eyes are distinctly seen by those in the room, and another of the performers asks: "Who owns the eyes?" . If a correct response Is given the per formers clap 'their hands. Then the one who has taken his turn goes to the foot of the line, and number two takes hl3 or her place behlnd the screen. After a time the parties change places, and the fun Is renewed. Germany's Tliongfhtfnl Emperor. "During a four months' visit In Berlin. Germany, last Winter. I noticed." says a writer in the Minneapolis Journal, "nu merous sand piles, surrounded by happy children -of all ages, and, wondering why thejr were allowed the privilege of scat tering the sand in this otherwise very tldy city, I made Inquiries, and learned that, before the old Emperor William died, he ordered largo plies of sand to be placed at intervals on Unter den Linden, and also In all the" large parks through out the city, lor the beneAt of the poor children who live In the crowded tenement-houses. "The pleasure proved to be so great that the children of all classes, rich and poor, mingled together, all armed with spoons, paddles, buckets and pans. In Victoria Park, which is situated In the "poor" district, there 13 one solid acre of fine white sand, where, on a fine day, hundreds of children dig and play, enjoy ing the kindness of the old Emperor. This Impressed me as the greatest kindness I ever witnessed." LAMENT. drong all time, WIsh't I had my whole Ufa HLJ1 Tnlten n. Some saa folk played at blind man's bS Far down below tho waves so rough. The w hale remarked w 1th kindly grace. "In me you'll find a. hiding place." Ho waved a welcome with his fln. At that three mollusks ventured In. An eel said to a horned pout. "I euess those chaps are up tho spout." As in the ocean it Is truo , That hiding places are most few, The flsR swam la with ne'er a oauso between the whale's great open Jaws, Sea horses, looking much perplexed. And timid Jelly flsh came next. The whale said, "This is kind of you. " J And now I'll have some oysters, too." jp The lobster had been playing "It." For that. Indeed he was most fit; As, havlne everywhere an eye. Quite often ho could call, "I spy!" e How vainly searched he everywhere And loudly cried. "This game's no fair'" At that tho whale said, with a grin, "I fear some folks were taken In." San Francisco Chronicle. LIVE IN BOILING WATER Cnriona Little Fifth That Inhabit a Spring Almost Hot Enough to Cock Any Other "Fish. The existence of a strange red flsh which lives in hot springs In Southwest ern Colorado, is reported by Juan Cqr rara, a Mexican ranchman of that little known section of the Rocky Mountain State. Down near the Mancos River, which, winds Its way southward within sight oC the White Pillar Mountains, and many miles from any town, Tumaco Spring bolls and gurgles in peaceful solitude. Near the bottom of the shallow canyon whoso sloping sides are carpeted with short green grass, there Is a natural bowl of reddish sandstone, a dozen yards in circumference. It Is almost perfectly round and Its edges are smooth and polished by the washing of the water during ages past. Within a few Inches of the 'brim It Is filled with, moving water, hot nearly un to boiling, and of surprising plearness. The depth of this natural cup has never been ascertained. Cerrara writes with, frank wopder of Its unfathomable depths. He had hopefully placed a piece of lead, on the end of a ball of twine and cast It Into the transparent pool. Down sank the weight until Cerrara had unwound, the entire ball, and yet the lead was still pulling at his finger and evidently far from the bottom. Its Curious DcnlscnM. Wonderful as Is the spring which rises from the very bowels of the earth, its finny residents are still more interesting. They are. Cerrara says, light red in col or, with gills the hue of blood. Their tiny, graceful bodies are as slender as a woman's fingers and no longer. Shaped after the fashion of a pike, the little fish have larger mouths and bigger gills. Their eyes are grayish white, and very prominent. They swim sedately about in their re markable home, and, though so small, have none of the minnow's sprightllness. The warmth of the water perhaps ener vates them, and causes their slow move ments, or the idea of the Indians may be right. They believe that the wondrous little flsh are blessed with great wisdom and, conscious of their power and strangeness, propel themselves 'with be fitting dignity. To the little red flsh alone tho Indians attribute tho healing properties of the spring. They tell marvelous stories of old men. crippled with years of the chase and drunken brawi3. or injured by soma wound, who have been trembling sub merged in the hot waters from day to day and cured in a fortnight. The flsh have given tha spring its cura tive power, they say, and woe betide the luckless rambler who offers to molest one in the presence of the redskins who come many miles with their sick to tho spring. Cerrara, who lives not far away, has spent many an hour by the wonder ful stone basin of hot water, studying the flsh and peering cautiously into the depths. Bait Won't Tempt 'Cm. In his efforts to capture a specimen ot the finny tribe he experienced unusual difficulty. Hook and line, with the most tempting bait, proved entirely useless. Plump white earthworms which would have seduced from under a rock the wariest of trout, availed nothing when placed before the red flsh of Tumaco Hot Spring. Choice bits of raw meat were vatniy dangled directly in front of the little swimmers, and it soon became apparent to Cerrara that the fish were accustomed to entirely different food. Evidently they did not know the delight of a fat worm, and a grasshopper had no more attrac tion for them than a pebble. The Mexican carefully made a little fine-meshed net and hung it on a hoop. With this he caught at last two of the strange little flsh. Every tiny scale was shaded with red or pink, he found, while the gills of each were of a rich crimson.. The arrowy bodies of the flsh resemble that of the pike, and their eyes are sur prisingly brilliant. Having never seen the flsh eat anything. Cerrara cut one oc them open to examine the contents of Its stomach. To his surprise he found only bits of reddish moss, strongly im pregnated with Iron. Upon this vegetable and, mineral diet the little flsh seem to live. Sometimes, during thunder storms, the flsh all disappear and not a trace of ona can be seen for hours. Down Into thq earth they go. no one knows how deep. There are hundreds of them In tha spring, and excepting those caught by Cerrara, they have never ''been disturbed.