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3X THE SUNDAY OBEGQNIAN, fORVIcAftDr OCTOBEE 14, 1900. ji UP USE CEBA Synopsis of Preceding: Chapter. Hunch Badeau la the rough captain of a Lake Michigan freight schooner, and Bruce Consldlne Is Ills first mate and friend. Const dine falls In love with a ,Manlstogee girl. Ziunch keeps Consldlne straight, and brings him back through a storm on tho lake In time for his wedding, thoygh Hunch loves the. girl himself. Several months later Consldlne In troduces Hunch to Jess Xtartlett. Jess falls in love with Hunch, and he seems to reciprocate. Consldlne continues his drinking habits, Hunch loses "his schooner and money paved up. Jess Bartlett breaks their engagement. Hunch gets a. Job as foreman In a lumber camp, and Con sldlne secures work In the same place. Consl dlne neglects 'hi"! wife. Hunch goes to s6e her, and gives her help. CHAPTER XI. Bruce 'came down to the station In the evening, and was .standing on the plat form when Hunch stepped off the train. They walked up together and were half "way to the room before Bruce said: "Say, Hunch, how about It?" w)t's bad. She didn't have enough to eat or keep her warm. She's going to live at Joe Carter's place and take her meals there. It's a good deal cheaper'n the other. I told her you was coming down Sundays." "What'd you say to her, Hunch? What'd she say? Anything special? Tell me about It." "Guess there -ain't nothing to tell." "Seems to me its .kind of funny if a man can't And out nothing about his own wife, lou was down there and you see lier all day. -I don't see why I ain't got & rlght to know about it." "Oh, shut up. You ain't got a right to nothing from the way you've treated her." 4,Look here. Hunch Badeau, you've got to tell me." ''How long you been -saying what I grot to do and what I ain't got to do?"' "'That's all right, but" "Yes, It's dead right." Bruce stopped and took Hunch's arm. "Take your hand off me." Brucc's hand dropped. "Now, don't get ugly Hunch. I Just wanted to know about her. I .ain't seen lier for a good while." "Well, do you think that's my fault? I'll tell you about her. She's-fixed up .where .she's got enough to'-eat and drink, and she's got people to talk to and chirp "her up, and she's waiting for you to come down next Sunday. If you're man enough to kqep straight and go down there and do the square thing, you won't find me In your way. If you ain't, you can go to hell for all I care." Bruce was silent and they climbed to the room and went to bed. A day pr two later Mr. Jackson sent or Hunch. "Badeau," he said, how about this man Consldlne ?' "How do you mean?" "'What kind -of jvork is. he doing?"" "All right as far as I can see." "He's a friend of yours, ain't he?" "Yes1, he used to work for me when I had" the schooner.' "I tell you, Eadeau. I've had some complaints about him. Ycu know I don't wan any man that can't do the work. 'X think he's doing pretty good, sir." "'Well, I'll count on you to keep an eye on him. If you catch him loafing don't waste any time on him." Hunch went over the conversation in the evening with Bruce. It frightened Bruce and he made promises which he kept for the rest of the week. They did not talk about Mamie until Saturday night, after they had been sit ting by tho stove for a long time in si lence. Bruce was nervous. tSay, Hunch," he said, "would you go down ,it you was me?" , "Where?" "You know down to Mame's tomorrow-" "Would I go? What you talking about?" "I don't know. What do you s'pose she'll pay?" "'I guess you know what she ought to say, all right?" "Do you think she'll be mad?" "9. you shut up!" Bruce went to bed early, but Hunch heard his tossing until late. In the morning he was moody. "Hunch," h said, after breakfast, "what time does the train go down?" " 'Bout half an hour." "Say, I s'pose I might as well take it as the noon train." ' "That's your business 'taln't mine." "Well. I guess I will. Say, Hunch, 111 tell you s'pose you come along." 1 "Guess not." "I don't mean nothing, Hunch; but you've been talking to her, and you know how to kind of quiet her. I never could, somehow." "Look, here, Bruce, I ain't going today or -any day. I ain't going at all. Under stand? You needn't tell her I said .that, though." ' "Guess I'd better be starting eh. Hunch?" l . "Guess you had." "Come on down to the depot. You ain't got nothing to do." At the station Hunch said: - "'Got any money?" "Np, I ain't gojt much." "Here's a little. No drinking, now." ""On my honor. Hunch, I won't drink a drop. Do you think a man would drink ashen he's going down to see his own wife, Hunch? Do you think " "You better get aboard." "Goodby, Hunch. I'll get back tonight." In the evening Hunch met the Manis togee train. Bruce did not got off. Hunch looked for him on Monday morning, but had no word from him. At noon he was called to Mr. Jackson's office. "'Badeau." said his employer, "when that Consldlne gets back to work you send him to me lor his time." Hunch hesitated. "TU tell you. Mr. Jackeon. He went down yesterday to see his wife. Their kid died a little while ago, and like 's not shea sick." "Think eo?" "My work is pretty light today. I thought mebbe I could get off for the afternoon train and sort of look him up. I can get back tonight, you know. You see, if he gets laid ore It'll come kind of hard on his wife." "All right, go ahead. But, say, Badeau, hold on a minute. We're not running a charity hospital, you know. We can't give that man much rope." Hunch said. "'Yes. .sir." and went out He reached. Manlstogee at supper time and picked up a hasty meal at the hotel. P9R mv Then he hurried over to Joe Cartier's house. Cartler let him In. . "Hello Joe," said Hunch. "Bruce here?" Cartler hesitated. "Yes, I guess he's upstairs." "Well, say Hunch, come into the parlor a minute. I want to talk to you." "What's the matter?" "Well, you know Bruce came down yesterday, morning, and 'long about noon I guess they quarreled a little. Me and my wife, we didn't listen, but we couldn't help hearing Bruce talk. And then Bruce went out" - "O," said Hunch, "drunk?" "Not so bad as I've seen him, but he come in kind of ugly, and he's got some up there brought it back with him. Seems kind of too bad. I didn't feel quite 's if I could do anything. You see 't ain't really none of my business." Hunch went upstairs and knocked at the door. There was a stir Inside, and he could hear Bruce grumbling and Ma mie whispering. Then Mamie opened the door a few Inches. When she looked at Hunch the color left her face and she leaned against the door. "It's all right," said Hunch, "I come for him." "O," faltered Mamie. "Who's there?" called Bruce. "Who you whispering to?" Mamie hesitated and looked at Hunch. He gently brushed her aside, saying: "Lemme. come in." "Who Is it?" said Bruce. He was lying on the bed, his clothing mussed, his face red. Hunch stood by tho bed and looked down at him. "What you doing here?" growled Bruce. "What right you got coming In a man,'s house?" Hunch looked at his watch. "Come on," he said. "We've got to get back on this train." "Who's goin' back? I ain't goln back. Go on out o' here, will you?" Hunch took his arm and pulled him up. Bruce sat on the edge of the bed. "Come on, Bruce; get moving." "Go 'way." Hunch turned to Mamie. "Where's his hat, Mis' Consldlne?" Bruce stood, up. 'What's that? What you saying to my wife? Tha's my wife, Hunch Badeau. She's a lady. You can't talk to my wife." Mamie stood at the foot of the bed watching the two men nervously. "Bruca," said Hunch, "shut up and'eomo along." "Don't you think you'd better go, dear? said Mamie timidly. "Wha's that? You want to get rid of me, too, eh? Oh, I'm on to you two. You can't fool me, you can't! You're pretty smart. Hunch Badeau, sneaking down to see my wife" Hunch gripped Bruce's arm and jerked him out of the room. They were at the top of the stairs when Mamie came ta the door. "Here's his hat," she said. "You'd bet ter take it, I .guess." "Thanks,1 said Hunch, without looking at her, and he hurried Bruce down the stairs. CHAPTER Xn. The next morning Bruce was still In bed when Hunch went to work. McGuIre d'd not appear with the other men, and at noon his brass heck stUl nuns on its nail In the timekeeper's shanty. Shortly after lunch Bruce and McGuire, "both a little the worse for drinking, appeared and went to work with the gapg. Hunch had gone up to the mill, and did not see them nntll his return. When he came "WHAT near they were dawdling over their work, .chuckling together over some incident in the morning. "What you two doing here?" Hunch asked. Bruce started and moved away from McGuire. "Speak up." McGuire muttered, "Guess we know what we're doing." "Look here," said Hunch, "you go to the office and get your time.'" McGuire lowered his canthook. -"What what you cay?"' 'Go on. Don't talk to me." McGulro dropped his canthook and started away. "Come back here, McGuire. Pick that up." McGuire muttered. "What's that you're saying?" m B i iim i , i i .ii . .,!-.., . UII.IIIWI . ., ' mi lujm. o" cfl .'v.v. . : . .Vi:;:;..'-' - ' . 1 v '"- '..'. "I ain't saying nothing." Hunch started toward him, but checked himself. "Pick up that canthook, McGulro."- McGuire obeyed, and walked slowly away. Hunch turned to Bruce, who stood looking on with his mouth open. "What are you gaping there for, Con sldlne. Go 'long." "Where?" "Go and get your tlmo. We're through with -you." Bruce stood still looking stupidly at Hunch. y "What?" he said finally, "you ain't" "Get off the job. Understand? You're laid off. We don't want you." Bruce slowly Ufied'hls canthook to his shoulder. He staretl at Hunch until Hunch turned away, then he walked over to where McGuire was standing,-1 and walked away with him. Lato in the afternoon they came back and hung around watching the gang at work. They had been drinking again, and McGuire had a bottle in. his pocket, which he pulled out frequently. They were talking loud and laughing. Their actions drew the attention of the men and annoyed Hunch, though he said nothing for a long time. Finally Bruce and McGuire began calling at . the men, growing bolder In their remarks. At last McGuire called: "You fellows mus' like working for tha' dam' ; fool," and Hunch walked toward them. "You'll have to move away from here." he said. "We can't have you disturbing the work." "Go 'way!" McGuire replied. "You can't touch us. We ain't on. your-job." "Stop that, McGuire! Get out, quick, or I'll throw you out!" McGuire laughed. Hunch went to him and pulled him to his feet "Le go o' me," said McGuire. "Take your hand off o' me!' Hunch began dragging him away. Mc Guire hung back, protesting and threat ening. Bruce walked ' slowly after them, shaking his head and talking to himself. McGuire braced his feet, Hunch gave him a wrench that nearly threw him, and Mc Guire struck at him. Bruce watched the struggle, the old drunken cunning light In his eye's. Then he ran forward and jumped on Hunch's back, pounding lj"m about the face and head. Hunch stag gered, but recovered and caught McGuire with his knuckles squarely on the side of the jaw. McGuire staggered back. Bruce had both arms around Hunch's neck, and was trying to choke him. Hunch gripped Bruce's wrists, and slowly pulled them forward until their hold was loosened. Then he turned quickly, took hold of Bruce's shoulders and threw him against a pile of cut timber. Bruce struck hard, and seemed for a moment to be clinging to' the Rile. Then he fell on his face. Some of the men were running toward them. One was calling: "I seen It. Hunch! It weren't your fault! I seen It" Hunch stood panting as the men gath erde around. "Better see if he's hurt," he said. They rolled Bruce over. His face wasi j covered with blood. One of tho men brought some water from the river in his hat and washed It off. McGuire stood at one side, rubbing his cheek. Hunch ordered him away, and he went without a word. The other men were crowding around Bruce. One of them looked up and said: "I guess he's done for. Hunch." CHAPTER XIH. It was a cold day in Manistee. The snow lay in high banks on both sides of the street-car tracks, with paths cut through- at the crossings and in front of the larger stores; underfoot It creaked and crunched. Men walked briskly, keeping their hands in their pockets or holding them over their ears and noses, and paus ing at the drug store on the corner to look at the red thermometer. It was close to noon, and a number of men were coming down a flight of stairs which reached the sidewalk- a few doors beyond the drug store. The last one was Hunch Badeau, with his ulster collar turned up, his cap pulled over his ears, and his fur- mittens on. When they reached the street two of the other men ABB YOU DOING HERE?" GROWLED turned and shook hands with him. but he had nothing to say, and a moment later ho was walking alone, slowly, up the bridge approach. The examination was over and he was free. His case had not reached a trial, for he had killed Consl dlne plainly In self-defense. A long row of schooners, steamers and tugs lay alongside the docks on both sides of the narrow river. On most of the schooners a length of stovepipe came out of a cabin window, and a few wisps of smoke, winding laxlly out. to be snatched away by the wind showed that many a sailer was lying dormant during the Win ter months. Hunch lingered on the bridge. He had once, spent a Winter in Chicago on a blfj schooner, locked up gnugly in the North branch, near Goose Island, eatlnjr and sleeping, smoking and swapping yarns, and helping to drink up somebody's Summer profits. That was a. long while ago;t it seemed to Hunch a. dim part of some past life , before he had "ever met a woman other than the rough girls of "the Chicago levee and the North Peninsula stockades. Mr. Jackson had told Hunch that he need not go back to work that day, so he climbed to .his room and sat on the chair by the window. Bruce's things were lying about the room, his razor on the bureau, his Sunday clothes over a chair In the closet, his shoes under the loot of the bed. Hunch got up and began to get them together, without knowing exactly why he was dolnglt. He packed what he could In the patent lea'ther valise, and made up the rest into bundles, borrowing paper and string from the landlady. Then he sat down again, but before long, too restless to stay alone, he put on his coat and walked out to the mill. Mr, Jackson was standing near the waste dump with a memorandum book, in his hand. "Well, Badeau, what's the matter?" "Nothing, guess I might's well get to work." "Just as you like.' The men looked surprised when he joined, them. He -was nervous, and he worked both himself, and them at a pace that -wore them out m a few hours. But at 6 o'clock, when the whistle blew, and he put on his coat and went to the board-fng-house, ho felt refreshed. Oi Sunday, after several days of hesi tating over the best way to get Bruce's things to Mamie, Hunch gathered up the bundles and the valise, and took the noon train to Manlstogee. He sat for two hours in the station before he could make up his mind to take them to Joe Cartier's house. When he finally" knocked at the door, Joe's wife opened, it.. "How d'ye do, Mr. Badeau. Conie In, won't you?" - - "No, I can't," said Hunch. "Hold on. yes I will, too, just a minute. Where's Joe?" "Here he is,'' replied Joe himself, com ing through the hall In his shirt sleeves, "Come In and sit down." Hunch stepped In and dropped the bun dles" In the corner. "Can I speak to you a minute, Jog?" "Sure thing. Walk In the front room. Martha, I could swear Hunch ain't had his dinner. Fetch out some of the chicken and .potatoes. It ain't so hot as 'twas, Hunch, but Ifs good, plain stuff, good enough for us, ain't it Martha?" "No, don't you, Mis' Cartler. I can't star; honest, I had some grub anyhow." But Joe's wife hurried out to the lritchen, leaving Joe and Hunch in the front room. "Take off your coat, man," said Joe. "What are you getting so bashful about all of a sudden?" ' Hunch buttoned his coat nervously. "Is she staying here yet, Joe?" "Who's that you mean. Hunch? Bruce's wife? She's going to her father's tomorrow." "How's that happen?" "Well. I'll tell you, Hunch you won't say nothing about, it pf course, but when Bruce when he died, you know and I knowed the girl didn't have a cent anywhera's. and worse'r that if you count his debts, I just thought kind of that the old man he didn't know quite how things stood or he wouldn't be so ugly. You see, dpn't you?" Hunch nodded. "And of course I couldn't say nothing to her, you know, 'cause shs'd think first thing I meant something about the rent she's a touchy little thing, you know so I says to Martha, 'Martha, ' you just take your work' this was Thursday 'Martha,' I says, you just take your work and go up to Mis' Banks' and set down and have a good old jaw with the old lady. She'll let you talk to her, T says, ' 'cause she used to be your Sunday School teacher, and she's always took a shine to you. And you 'just lay out the while thing, and tell her that if she ain't wanting' to lose, the respect of one grocer In this town she'd better just leave go of one of them missionary societies of hers and watch out a little for her own daugh ter.' Martha, she felt kind of delicate about going, but she went down, just the same, and tackled the old lady, and when she come back her eyes was like sho'd been crying, so I knowed 'twa3 all right, and I didn't say nothing. And, sure enough, that night old Banks himself came around and stood up stiff in the door and says: 'Is my daughter here', Cartler?' He always calls me Joe, you know, and I calls him George; but that ain't no matter. I says yoa, and he goes upstairs, and then Martha and I we Just keeps out of the way "In the kitchen so's he could go out without running into any of us. But 'longj about 9:30 he comes out and knocks on the kitchen door and saye: "My daughter's coming to my house, Joe.' And I says, When?' and he says, 'Monday and 'Let me know wnat the board'U amount to.' And you see, Hunch, I was kind of foolish myself, so I Just says. 'All right, George,' and then he goqs out. So the BRUCE. girl's going to keep alive, Snyhaw, and i that's something." Hunch rose and slowly buttoned his ulster. "You give her them things, won't you, Joe. I dunno as I'd say anything about my bringing 'em down." "Why, hold on, man, you ain't going now. Martha's out getting qome dinner for you." "Sorry," said Hunch. "I got to get back." "Oh, pshaw! Hunch, this ain't right. Wait a minute, anyhow. 1 guess Mis' Consldlne would like to see you. She's right upstairs." "No," 'said Hunch, slowly, "she don't want to see me." Cartler looked at him, a little ' sur prised, then suddenly grew embarrassed. "I forgot," he said; "I clean forgot. No. I don't s'pose she does." Hunch turned and felt for the door knob. Mrs. Cartler was coming in from the kitchen, and she hurried forward. "Don't let him go now, Joe. His din ner's all ready." "That's-right," Joeurged. "You see you can't go, Hunch." "I "m sorry," said Hunch. "Good day," He hurried out, and left Joe and his wife looking at each other. Hunch had been back In Manistee near ly a week, when one day he received a letter in a perfumed envelope, like the ones Bruce used to gt, when they were together on the schooner." He carried It In his pocket all the after noon, and at night, wondering what she could have to say, and yet not daring to open it and find out, he set it upon his bureau, taking It up every few. min utes and turning it over in his hand. In the morning when he awoke and got out of bed to light the lamp and dress. It was there on the bureau staring at him. He held It up to the light several times, and then tore off the end of the en velope and drew out the letter. It was a stiffly worded little note, thanking nim for brlngln Bruce's things, and was signed, "Yours truly, Mary Consldlne." Hunch could not tell why it made him happy. He read it over and over, the first letter she had ever written to him, almost the first letter any one had writ ten to him. He stood by the lamp hold ing it in his hand. Then suddenly ha thought of Bruce, and the letter dropped to the table and lay there for a long time untouched, while he" dressed with qlumsy fingers. But before he went out to work he put it away in his Inside pocket. It staed there for a long time, and sometimes in the evenings, long afterward, he would take it out and read it again. (To b'e continued.) SONGS PEOPLE SING. Curious Facts About Dlttlcs the Mul titude LiUes. Tho author and composer of a song that strikes the general fancy Immediately leap Into National prominence, says a writer in the Junior Munsey. They are to modern life what minstrels were to feudalism. Their reign Is short-lived, as a rule, for it rarely happens that a song sells for more than a year, and men who can bring forth two successes in sequence are few and far between. The barrel organ Ik the crucial test of a song. When these street Instruments grind it out It3 position is assured. It is. not necessary tobe able to write even respectable rhymes, or to have the slightest exact knowledge of music, to write a popular song. Not one song writer in ten know3 enough about music to be able to put down the simple melody on papor, and as for writing the complete score It Is as far beyond them as mak ing plans for a suspension bridge would be to the laborer who works on it But the man who conceives a melody can play it on a piano. And there are scores of men who have studied music for years, who are working for $10 or $15 a week, and who will write out the music and put It In form. Possibly the ablest song-writer of recent years was Felix McGlennon, who had many successes, the greatest being "Com rades." He started the fashion In "friendship songs," which had a long run. After this came "the mother song," and that never dies out wholly, because the theme is sweet and true, and as old as time, yet ever new. Nowadays "homo" and "mother" must not appear, in a title. Naughty girl songs, like "Her Golden Hair Was Hanging Down Her Back;" precocious youth songs and all manner of ditties that were suggestive, had a great hold on the popular mind, yet these have been , leavened by sentimental ballads, like 'The Song That Reached My Heart" "Sweet Marie" and others. The "coon" song still rages, but during the last year the geographical song has come first Probably Paul Dresser started this latter fashion, and few names are better known throughout the length and breadth of the country than that of the author of "On the Wabash." No song ever enjoyed greater popularity during a certain period than this melody. Every one knows that the American soldiers In Cuba were singing it when their voices were not lifted in the martial strains of '.'A Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight," written by Theodore A. Metz. This last Is a real song, a vigorous, splendid, swing ing melody that carries one along, and 1 can very "well understand how the Span lards came to regard It as the National song of the United States. I am Inclined to think that It Is one of the songs that will endure. It Is not difficult to understand how the homesick soldiers should be moved by "On the Wabash," because It breathes the at mosphere of home and the farm. It Is a simple story of a young roan returning home after a long absence to find tho sweetheart of his boyhood lying In, the churchyard. The chorus Is nothing but a description of a moonlight night on the Wabash. The commonplace story was twisted so that It had a suggestion of novelty, and It was elemental in its sim plicity. Added to this was a haunting and easily acquired melody, a title that seemed new, and a pure sentiment. It should be borne In mind that the songs that have a good and wholesome sentiment are most successful. "On the Wabash" rought forth a flood of songs that described places from Maine to Cali fornia, like, "Tho Girl I Loved in Sunny Tennessee," "She Was Bred In Old Ken tucky," "My Old New Hampshire Home," and " 'Mid the Green Fields of Virginia." All these songs are healthful and honest In their tone, a love of nature, an af fection for good women, are found In them. They are written down to the level of the great mass of people who do not think, but only feel. They have the magic touch of sympathy that strikes responsive cords in the human heart. The "coon" songs for the most part are Immoral in their tone; few can resist their melody. Even so great a musician as Anton Dvorak declared that from them must dovelop the National music of Amer ica. And as for the words, there aie compressed in them such a keen and dis criminating sense of the weakness of hu man nature, and such." genuine humor, as to be at once the admiration and de spair of men who make a business of try ing to write good stuff. In order to give an idea of the number of copies of popular songs sold and the. royalties received by the authors and com posers, I have secured from the publishers tho 'facts about certain songs. The list Is not Intended to be comprehensive, but rather typical. Here is a list: CoplC3 Sold. Royalty, 'A TTnf TMmft In the Old Town Tonight" (Metz) OOO.OOO 24,000 "Sweet Marie" (iioorej "On the' Wabash" (Moore) . 000,000 24.000 300,000 20,000 "Th Sweetest StoryEver Told" (Stults) 500,000 20.000 "Answer" (Robyn) 400,000 G.0Qo "Just Tell Them That You Saw Mo" (Dresser) 400.000 10,000 "Oh, Promise Mel" (De Koven)400,000 10,000 "The Girl I Loved In Sunny Tennessee" (Bralsted and Car ter , 300,000 12.0CO "Just One Girl" (Udal and Kennett) 300,000 12.000 "Because" (Hcrwitz and Bow ers) 300,000 "She-Wa Bred In OM Ken tucky" (Bralsted and Carter) .250,000 "Always" (Horwitz and Bow er:) 200,000 "Hello. My Baby!". 150,000 "The Sidewalks of New York" (Lawlor) 130.COO 12,000 10,000 8,000 0.000 0.000 By way of parenthesis, It may be well to remark that the most popular song ever written Is one with which every per son over 30 years old is familiar "Gathcr lnjg Up the Shells From the Seashore." More than a million copies of it have been sold, and it Is selling yet. The number of "one-hit", song writers greatly exceeds those who have written several successes. The makers of these songs come from every, walk in life, ex- cept the higher Intellectual ones. It Is easier to write over the heads of people than down to them. Many of the successful song writers are, or have been, vaudeville performers or farce-comedy actors. Paul Dresser, C. B. Laylor, John Bratton and James Thorn- .( ton Deiong to tne acuor ioia. oiranes xv. Harris, who has written many successes, beginning with "After the Ball," was a pawnbroker In Milwaukee. Bralsted and Carter are the pan names of two yung men encaged In business that does not begin to yield them as much as their songs. Carl Kennett, who wrote the words of "Just One Girl," works In a hotel In Portland, Or. Lynn Udal, who wrote the music, Is employed by a rail road company in the same city. Most aongs have their origin In a phrase or expression, which Is usually made the title. Every expressive bit of slans that spreads over the country is Incorporated In a song. Writers are on the lookout for these, just as a professional humorist Is constantly straining for things he can twist Into jokes. Song writers call this phrase or expression the "catchv" Fre quently a song is held for months for lack of a title that Is considered acceptable. Charles B. Lawlor found his Inspiration for "The Sidewalks of New York" while watching children dancing about a pere grinating piano. Ernest Hogan, one of tho foremost writers of "coon" songs, paid rather dearly for "All Coons Look Alike to Me." That remark was actually made to him by a Chicago police ser geant before whom he was taken through a mistake in identity. Scores of in stances of this kind may be given. Near ly all the writers of verses of popular songs say that they take them from life. Charles K. Harris, whose words are about as bad. from a literary viewpoint, as anything can well be, emphasizes this point particularly. All successful writers agree that the elements which make up a sonff the peo ple will sing are melody, sentiment or humor, title, novelty and slpllcity. "Warmed over melodies" play an Im portant part In song writing. Often only the tempo Is changed. An Illustration of this was furnished several years ago when Dave Braham's "My Johanna Lives in Harlem" was one of the popular melo dies, and most .people didn't know that it was "The Last Rose of Summer," with the time quickened. Another good old tune that has made several people rich Is "Maid of Athens." Fifteen or 20 years ago it went forth under tha title of "When the Leaves Begin to Turn," and latterly It was Immensely popular as "The New Bully." "Maggie Murphy's Home" bore a strange resemblance to "Angels Ever Bright and Fair." A recent song that promises to 'life a "hit" is "Strike Up the Band, Here Comes a Sailor." It is said to be a revival of a very old one, which began "Drive' Care Away. Grieving Ia Folly," with only the time quickened. Scores of similar illustrations might be given. i . t i The Slnffer. Day long upon the dreaming: hllla One watched the idle hours fade by And had no thouzht of other thing Than waving grass and Summer aky. And all the wlldtng sconta and sounds The lavish-hearted season brought He made his own. and prisoned them "Within the little songs he wrought. While he was singing in the town His busy brethren bought and sold And got them place and clrcumstanco. And all the pride and pomp of gold. But when the niht came with the stars. And on her hills her silence laid. He, homeward turning, bora with him Naught save the careless songs he made. "Oh, Prodigal i" his brothers cried. "And have you done no better thing? And is It thus you stpond your day To dream in sunshine and to sing?" But he, remembering those still hours Tho dream had made so eloquent The waving grass, the Summer sky, xhe purple hillside smiled, content. Arthur Ketchum. in Llpplncotfs. TRAVELERS' GUIDE. EAST VIA SOUT Leave I Depotttt.-- I ArrlTe OVERLAND EX PRESS TRAINS, for Salem. Roie burg, Ashland. Sac ramento, Ogden. San Francisco. Mc Jave, Los Angeles. El Paso, New Or leans and the East. At Woodburn (daily except Sun day), morning train connects with train for Mt. Ancel. Sll verton, Browns ville. Sprlngneld. and Natron, and evening train fpr Mt. Angel and Sll verton. Albany passenger Corvallls passenger. Sheridan poa'gr 8:30 P. M. S:30A. M. 7:45 A. M. 6:30 P. M. 4:00 P.M. 7:30 A. M. 114:50 P. M. 10:10 A. M. 5:50 P. M. lS:25 A. M. Dally. IIDaily except Sunday. Rebate tickets on sale between Portland. Sac ramento and San Francisco. Not rates $17 lira clas! and ?11 second class, including sleeper. Rates and tickets to Eastern points and Eu rope. Also JAPAN. CHINA. UuNOLULU .un'. AUSTRALIA. Can be obtained from J B. K1RKLAND, Ticket Agent, 140 Third street. YAMHILL DIVISION. Passenger Depot, foot of Jefferson street. Leave for Oswego dally at 7:20 0:40 A. M.; 12:30. 1:55. 3:25. 4:10, 0:23. S:'M. 1I:S0 P. M.; and 9:00 A. ii. on Sunday only. Arrive at Portland dally at G:33. S:30. "10.30 A. M.; 1:35. 3:10. 4:30. 6:15. 7:40. 10.00 P. At.; I'j.-iu A. SI. daily, except Monday. 8:20 and 10:03 A. M. on Sundays only. Leave for Dallas daisy, except Sundav, at 5.05 P. M. Arrive at Portland nt 0:30 A. M. Passenger train leaves Dallas for Alrlle Mon days, "Wednesdays and Trldays at 2:45 P. M. Returns Tuesdays, Thursdajs and Saturdays. Except Sunday. R. KOEHLER. C H MARKHAM. Manager. Gen. Frt. & Pass. Agt. . Tlclet Olflce, 255 Mwrliaa Strert, 'Phjn: 51) LEAVE. N4 C:0O P. M. Tn ?lyw, Jllj to M from Ct. Pul, Mloc apolli, Daluth. Chicax. n.t alt mint. XL ARRrrx. No. X 7-.0(i A t Through Palace and Tourist SJeiyer. Distal and Bufft Smoklnx-LlUrary Cars. JAPAN - AMERICAN LINE STEAMSHIP RIOJUN MARU For Japan. China and all Ailatlc point wit lav Eeattl About October 10th Astoria & Columbia River Railroad Co. LEAVES UNION DEPOT. For Jdaritrs. Italnltr. CJeUlcanie, '.VMtport. Clifton. Utorl. Wxr renton. Flayel, Ham mond. Fort Stroiu, Ci-arh-irr Park. SnU. Astoria, aad aJUiior Expreii. Dally. Astoria Kxpru. Dally. ARRIVES UNION DEI-OT. 8:00 X M. 0:55 P. M 11:10 a. i. B:M P. ii. Tlckat office SSft lorrlon m and Union depot. J. C KATO. Gen. Pa. Jlgt.. A tori. Or. lJf suwarr -ril HfO CCCEH&SHASTA M IPreatWortherkIi TRAVELERS' GUIDE. wm&wamTmmivi'lm'm'''atsan Union Depot, Slxtb. and J Street. THREE TRAINS DAILY FOR ALL POINTS EAST "CHICAGO-PORTLAND SPECIAL." Leaves for the East, via Huntington, at 0:0O A. M.: arrives at 4:ao P. M. SPOKANE FLYER, For "Spokane. Eastern Washington, and Qreat Northern points, loaves at G P. M. arrives at A. M. ATLANTIC EXl'BSSS. Leaves for the East, via Huntington, at 0:00 P. M.; arrives at 3.10 A. M. THROUGH PULLMAN AND TOURIST SLEEPEHB OCEAN AND 11IVKI1 SCHEDULE. "Water lines schedule suoject to change with out notice. OCEAN DIVISION Steamships sail from Alnsworth Dock at a P. M. Leave Portland Columbia. ri Oct. 12; l'"?!.. OcU VJ; Moo.. Out. 20; Thurs.. Nov. b. Statu of California. Thurs.. Oct 4, Sun.. Ovt 14; Wed., uct. 4; Sat.. Nov. 3. From San Francisco L?a Ing Spear-Streeft Pier No. 24. San Francisco, at II A. M.. a follows. Columbia. Frl., Oct. 3, Mon., Oat. 10; Thurs., Oct. 23. Sun., Nov. 4. Wed.. Nov. 14, State of California. WeU., Oct. lu; Sut. Oct, 20; Tues.. uct. au; Fri.. .Nov. 0. COLU.W11IA KIVEIl DIVISION. PORTLAND AND ASTORLV. Steamer Hasaalo Ivuvei Portland -ally, ex cept Sunday, at S0o P. M.. on sutmaay at 10.00 P. M. Returning. U-aves AatorU. dally, except Sunday, at 7.00 A. M. WILLAMETTE 111A Kit DIVISION. PORTLAND AND SALEM. OR. Owlnjr to the low water In th WHIametta the boats are unable to ascend further thaa the mouth oi the Vamhlll. For schedule ae below. YAMHILL RIVER ROUTE. PORTLAND AND DAYTON. OR. Steamer Ruth, for Oregon City. Buttevllle. Champoeg. Dayton and way landings, leaves Portland Tuesdays. Thursdays and Saturday at 7:00 A. M. Leaves Dayton for Portland and way points Mondays. Wednesdays ana. iriilay.i at U.00 A. M. SNAKE RIVER ROUTE. RIPARIA. WASH., AND LEWISTON. IDAHO. Steamer Spokane or steamer Lcwlston leaves Rlpari dally at J: 10 A. M.. arrlung at Low lston about .1 P. M Returning, the apokarie or Lewlston leaves Lewi3ton daily at 7 A. M. ar riving at Riparla same evening- W. H. HURLBURT. General Paitonj;er Agent V. A. SCHILLING. City Ticket Agent. Telephone Main 712. i0 Third at., cor. Oalt, POSSIBLY YOU ARE NOT AWARE OF THE FAST TIME AND SUPERB SERVICE New offered by tha PICTO WE HAVE DAILY FAST TRAINS TO THE EAST It you cannot take the morning train, travel via the evening, train. Both ara finely equipped. uOur Specialties" Fast Time Through Service PULLMAN PALACE SLEEPEKS, PULLMAN' TOURIST SLEEPERS. PULLMAN DINEHS. LIBRARY fCAFE) CAR AND FRE3 RECLINING CHAIR CARS. Houri In Time Saved to Omaha, CMcnjro. ivnn.ini City, St. Loiil.i, Ncv- Yorlc. Ronton. And Other Ear. tern Point. Tickets good via. Salt Lake City and; Denver. It is to vour interest to use THE OVER LAND ROUTE. Tickets and aleeplng-cae berths can be aecurud from GEO. LANG. City Pass, nml Ticket Agent J. H. LOTEROP. General Agent. 125 Third St.. Portland. Or. Colorado n September, September is th pif-osantait month in the Colorado u Tho days are br.;h-. but not enervating. The niyhtb are coot. The mountains look their grandest. Best of all. the Sumraer'i rush is over and the hotels at Glenwood. Colorado Springs. Mnnttou and Denver are not overcrowded. Good idea to vary things and go East thro Colorado. You'll en joy it specially the 40-mlle-an-hour ride on the Burlington's Chicago Special.- Only one, night on tho road. Denver to Chicago and St. Louis. TICKET OFFICE Cor. Third and Stark Sta. R. TF. FOSTER. City Ticket Agent. Pacific Coast Steamship Co, FOR ALASKA. THK COMPANY'S elegan steamships Cottage City. City of Topeita and AI-Kl leuw TACuMA It A. M. SJKATTLU 0 P. H.. Oct. 2, 7. ii 17. 22. 27; Nov. I, 0, II. 10, 21. 20; Doc. 1. and every fltth day thereafter Further informa tion obtain company's folder. The company reserved the right to cbanira steamers, sailing dates and hours of sailing, without prevloua notice. AGENTS N. POST. ON. 240 Washington at, Portland. Or.; P. W. CAKLETON. N. P. R. R. Dock. Tacoma. TICKET OFFICE. IIS First ave., Seattlo. E. W. MELSE. Ticket Agt.: H IL LLOVD. Puset Bound Supt.. Ocea Dock. Seattle; C. W. MILLER. Asst. Puget Sound Supt.. Ocean Dock, Seattle. ' t i KINS t t'O . den Agts.. S. S, WASHINGTON & ALASKA STEAMSHIP CO. Tho fast roall steamship "CITT OF SEAT TLE," sailing from Seattle evory 10 days for Skagway, calling at Port Townsond, Ketchikan and Juneau. Steamers "ABERDEEN" and "RUTH." Sa attlo to Skagway. and Intermediate points. every seven days. Through tickets to Dawson. $73. flrat-clasa; and $5C second-das?. DODWELL & CO.. Ltd.. 252 Oak st. Telephone Main 00. ur- ill vor-i