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Pioneer Sugar-Makers of rOR five days the chtldron hold their way through tho forest, followed by tho Indian and his pony. The Indian was a good hunter and a good shot, and next day. aftpr securing the gun, he brought down a deer. Every day thereafter he killed enough game for thotr needs. There was nothing but meat to oat, and that had to be, stuck on a stick and roasted over the fire, but no one suffered from hunger. Each night the boy Will lay awake until midnight at least, hoping that the In dian wouM go to sleep nd give them a ehance to escape, but each night he -fell asleep wMIe watching. The wolves were always around them after dark, and now and then they caught s4ght of a black bear, but Sam did not seem to fear the wild animals at all. During the Ave days he did not speak to the children half a dozen times. His ' look was hard and stern, and they, could Dot help but feel a great anxiety "as to wtwtt he meant to do with them. In talking It over betwoen themselves as they passed through the forost. Will said: "We are now so far into the woods that wen if the Indian tofd us to go home we could not nnd our way. I know that we muet have come at least CO miles, and that we haw been traveling to the north wont all the time, but I also know that if we were turned loose la these woods we should be Jot and soon starve to death. If not eaten up by the wolves." "But will not father and the others look for ue?" asked Sadie. "They surely will, but It will do them no good. They may scout around the sugar-bonn for three or four days, but they wtll nd no trail to follow. Wo need look for no help from them." "But what is the .Indian going to do with vmV "I can't tell. I do not believe his tribe roam this far. I think we are on ground "belonging to another tribe. He may have brought on this far to tell us to a chiof. If be had been going to kill as he would have done It long ago." While Will was only a boy of 14. ho bad beard much about the Indians from other. He knew that all the tribes In Michigan were a"t peace with the whites, but be also knew that many of the tribes iR. ADONIRAH BROSS was a' manufacturer of the most ingen ious and wonderful mechanloal toy dogs that could bark and wag their tails, tin steamers that could steam a utile ami toot a whistle, little Iron won that could walk and hoe and run and saw and do scores of othor thing. It -ivac on account of his great toy factory that the town whs called Toyvllle. Of course. Mm. Adonlram Bross was not only the wealthiest, but the most respected mR in Toyvllle. and every body ueetf to ask his pormisslon for everything, from electing: a MHyor to putting a new coat of paint on the Town Hull. It did not please Mr. Bross at all, therefore whom a thin, bustling stran ger came Into tne town and announced his Intention of building a toy factory that was to be much bigger than tho one belonging to Mr. Bross. At first Mr. Bross could not believe It, but when he met the stranger tho latter soon told him that It was so. "But I can't have it!" said Mr. Bross. "I won't let you!" "Ha! ha!" answered the strangor. un pleasantly. "You don't own the town." This was true, but Mr. Bross had forgotten It. It hurt him very much to be reminded of it. and, besides that, the stranger bad called him "Bross" for Fhort. Instead of "Mr. Bross," which was the wny everybody else addressed him. So when the strangers factory was finlsned Mr. Bross immediately began to sell toys cheaper than they ever had been sold bofore in the history of the world, in order to drive the other man out of business. But the other man, whose name was Silas Grabnall, did- not soem to mind this at all, and sold his toys even cheaper than Adon lram Bross, so that for a while tho children around Toyvllle had tho finest tlrao that children ever had. They could buy big automobiles that three could sit In and work with their feet, complete with horns and lights, for seventy-flvo cents. Dolls of all kinds were so choap that even the poor est children did not think any more of buying them by the piece, but got them by the dozen. They could buy a whole box of mounted soldiors for ton cents, each soldier as big as four in ches. When Mr. Bross found that he could 'Hooie-Vfotk, frtoJkes F.. I 4Jrtt . . ...... iwmmmssay NotTm. - she i i r -Us uorK made captives of children whenever they had opportunity. These captives were held until large sums of money were paid for them. He had seen and talked with two boys who - m r i .jtfci'ni - not worry Mr. Grabnall by lowering prices, he had himself elected Mayor and then he began to cut off Mr. Grab nall' water power every few hours under some excuse or anothor and 'to send Inspectors to his factory to shut It up, and his constables hod orders to arrest Mr. Grabnall's drivers for obstructing the streets when they drove to the railroad station with goods. After a few wooks of this, Mr. Grab nall called on Mr. Bross and said: "If you don't Btop, I'll show you something in the way of toys that will frighten you into a fit." But Mr Bross only laughed. He thought that he had the winning hand at last. Silas GrabnRlI immediately went to his factory and locked hlmoelf up in it for a week, dny and night, with his best workmen. At the ond of that time they opened the windows and out Jumped the most wonderful toys that had ever boen seen evon in Toyvllle. There were mechanical cats and me chanical dogs and mechanical men with IJttle hammers and saws. There were so many of thorn that they quite tilled the street and off they hurried, nelter skelter to the Bross factory and up the stairs they rushed, and the me chanical dogs Immediately bogan to destroy the mechanical sheep and deer and foxes and other animals, and the mechanical cats went for the mechani cal rats and mice and birds, and tho little' mechanical men smashed and sawed up evorything that the dogs and cats loft. The Bross workmen tried their best to stop them, but the terrible toys were made of the best steel and were practloally Indestructible; and the works were so strong that they nearly killed the mon who interfered with Jhem, go at last there was nothing to sweepino bow. s&y-s- to chatter now- -of me A-Tom movn t 1111 nifht- "I Won't Let You." i the Forest had been carried away and held for a year. He was right in thinking that Sam had brought them fell that distance to sell them to another tribe. They wore now on the land of the Sac do excopt to stand still and let them ruin everything. Then Silas Grabnall sent around to Adonlram Bross and askod him If he had enough; but Mr. Bross answered by building a big wall around his fac tory and sanding out a dozen' con stables to arrest Mr. Grabnall. They looked in vain for him until an other week had passed, when he ap peared on the street with two com panions that made people run away like mad the moment they saw him. Mr, Gmbnall's companions were noth ing less than two immense tigers! Mr. Grabnall called the people back and unscrewed the head of one of the tigers to show that they were not real but mechanical. 'They will not hurt you," said he, "but are so adjusted that they will only attack constablos. The ( way I did this is very simple. Their eyes are really the lenses of cameras. J and the moment the image of a con . stable touches a sensitized plate In . side, the mechanism will set them to ' roaring and they will leap and bite But the image of other porsons docs not have any effect at all." While Mr. Grabnall was speaking, the tigers yawned and showed their im mense red mouths and their strong white teeth, and lashed their sides with their tails and rubbed their sides against his legs. Mr. Grabnall went back to his fac tory and left the tigers walking around the town. Soon one of thorn met a constable, and If the unfortunate man had not oscnped- up a tree he would have been torn into pieces. Before night every constable had locked himself up in his own house and dared not vonture out, though Mr. Bross telephoned to them indignantly to arrest Mr. Grabnall. Mr. Grabnall called up Mr. Bross that night and asked: "Do you give up?" and Mr. Bross roarod furiously, "No!" So the next day the windows of the Grabnall factory opened suddenly again and out ran and scrabbled and scrambled and flew and fluttered and hopped and Jumped and skipped and crawled and writhed and wriggled and wiggled more than a million mechani cal Insects and snakes. They went straight toward the Mayor's house,' and in a moment the place was covered with tii em. Thej crawled up tho sides of the house and down the chimneys and through the windows, and they got Into the beds and -the coffee and the water. IN these days when one wants to go somewhere in a hurry he takes a trol ley car or the steam railroad. This brings It about that, in all probability, famous rides on horseback have had thoir day in fiction and history. But the famous rides of the past will never be forgotten. Among these was the famous ride of Mazeppa, a historical fact dressed up In poo try by Lord Byron. Mazeppa was a page in tho court of the King of Poland. One night a Count who had a grudge against the boy caught him In the park surrounding his castle. The Count had In his stables a wild horse, which had recently been captured in the country of tho Cossacks. He bound the boy to the steed's back and let him go. The wild horse started at a terrific speed right across the vast Russian plains for his forest home, and for three days and three nights the boy Mazeppa wus hur ried through the desolate country until the horse finally fell dead from his exer tions on the verge of the region whore the Cossacks live. ' Mazeppa was nearly dead from expo sure, hunger nnd the hardships of his ter rible ride when some peasants found him lashed to the back of the dead steed and took him to their cottage. He was re vived and brought up as their child. When he grew up he became the chief of the Cossacks and a great warriorr A ride which belongs wholly to the realm of fiction, but which Is, never theless, deserving of a place among cele brated feats of horsemanship. Is the ride of Tam o'Shanter. Tarn was riding home very late one night when he saw some witches dancing. Tho witches also saw Tam, and they made for him. His old mare, Maggie, ran with all her speed to carry her master out of dan ger. Tom knew that If he could once reach tho center of the next bridge he would be safe, for witches cannot cross a running stream. So they went sweep ing through the night, old Maggie doing her best. Tam belaboring her with his riding whip and the witches streaming out behind in close pursuit. Just as the horse and rider reached the center of the bridge the leading witch reached out nnd grabbed Mrfggie's tall. But Maggie was gome and, giving a great spring, she crossed the middle of the stream but left a part of her tall in the hands of the baffled witch. This was the story that Tam told his wife the next morning, but nobody ever believed more than half of it, yet when they would scoff at the witches Tain would point to old Maggie's abbreviated tall as evidence and get angry when it was suggested that he cut it off himself. Ichabod Crane was another hero of fiction who had an exciting tide. He was Rides Before Trolleys Came tribe, and Sam meant to Join them and never go back to civilization. He was a crafty, cunning Indian, and he meant to make the best bargain he could. On the Blxth morning he made what is called a wickiup of brush and limbs, flung oneof the blankets over It for a roof and cut away the bushes around, so as to make a camp. When this bad been done he said to Will: "I go away toda:. I tie you and the girl up again. If you get nway I follow and kill you. I come back by night" They had seen no Indians, and yet Sam knew that he was only a few miles away from a Sac village. After tying tho children to the same tree, he mounted his pony and set out, and before noon ho had found the village. He had been living near the white peo ple, he said, and had found them bad and wanted to return to the forest. Most of bis own tribe had died of smallpox, and having- heard what great hunters tho Sacs were, he hoped to be adopted Into their tribe. The tribe gave him welcome, and it was two hours later before he spoke of th children. He did not say that he had two captives, but he hinted that he knew where to find two children and what price would be paid for them. Tha Sacs were willing to give him two ponies, a pound of powder and two pounds of lead. He accepted the offer, and left camp, saying that he would return on the morrow. Sam felt highly pleased with himself as he rode toward his own camp. He had revenged himself on Mr. Scott, sold the two captives for a good price and was to be received into one of the larg est ami wealthiest tribes in Michigan. He had had three or four drinks of whisk during the day, nnd these made him feel good-natured; so when he at last rode up to his own camp and found the children as he had left them he called out: "Good children! Good children! To morrow me take you home to father and mother." "O Will, do you hear what he says!" exclaimed the delighted Sadie. "Yes, I hear." was the reply, "but I do not believe what he says. It Is more likely that he has sold us to some tribe. If wo do not get away from him tonight we shall never have another chance." "But how can we?" "I don't know, but we must manage It some way." And how it was managed I will tell you in the next chapter. (To be continued.) They filled Mr. Bross's pockets and his hat. They lay kicking In his papers and they fell Into his Ink and got out again, dragging trails of Ink across his carpets. Ills wife threatened to leave him and his children nearly died with hysterics. His servants ran away and nobody dared go near his house. So there was nothing left to do but to telephone to Mr. Grabnall that he gave "up. and he and Mr. Grabnall com bined their factories and formed tho firm of Grabnall & Bross. which is known throughout the civilized and un civilized world, and sends mechanical toys even Into Zululand. And this Is the true story of 2iow the firm came t be founded. 1 on his way home from Tarrytown one i night, where he had been to call upon t Kattina Van Tassel, when he suddenly encountered the Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow, a ghostly creature of whom he had heard. There sat the head less man on horseback and with his head under his arm. Ichabod. you may be sure, brought the whip down hard upon his horse's flanks and away they rushed, pur suer and pursued. Ichabod was half dead with fear. Just as they reached the bridge In Sleepy Hollow the Headless Horseman rose In his stirrups, threw his head full at the frightened Ichabod. and disappeared. The next morning they found a shattered pumpkin where the Headless Horseman had thrown it. The horseman was only one of Ichabod' s rivals, who, to scare the lad. had pursued him on horseback with a cloak drawn up over his head and carrying a pumpkin under his arm. Then there was the runaway ride of John Gilpin, whose story 1 so amusingly told by Cowper; the fierce' ride of those who "brought the good news from Ghent to Aix," the ride of General Sheridan, whlch'saved the Battle of Winchester In the Civil War, and many other rlde3 of hlKtory and fiction, all ex6itlng and inter esting and worth reading about. A Detective Mystery. The detectives were very anxious to find tho witness to a certain happonlng. but when they got to the scene he had left It. Now in the story that follows there is a word in every sentence that gives you one letter of the name of the vehicle Un which the witness went away. ' For Instance, in the first sentence, "It was after tea time," the letter T Is hid den. In the next one, "We are too late." Is tho letter R.. See if you can discover what kind of vehicle the missing man de parted in. It was after tea time when the detec tives reached the scene. "We are too late," said one. "Oh, I was sure of that," said another. "Let us eliminate all false clews," said the third. 'That Is an ele mentary rule of our trade," said another. "E'en so." responded the rest. Then the really wise one spoke. "I can see very well," said he, "whrt Js the matter. A swiftly moving vehicle took our man away. "We are on tho trail!" cried all. Dorothy's Thought.' The moon is like a lady kind, -- So gentle and ro mild. And every alar that .peeps at sight It like her little child. I'm sure that they areiappy there "All wardering on high; . I bich that I could Join Vat. drosg Asd lire up la the sky.- "Helter Skelter to the Bros Factory." I I The Man Who Stole the Light S35555BniniinsS33aB35555S2 IX FRONT OF THE 1ICT A MAX WAS SHOVELING SNOW. I . I IV a villago on the Lower Yukon River there lived' an orphan boy who sat w.Itli the humble people on the bench ovor the entrance to the kashlm or com mon house. The boy was considered foolish, and everyone ill-treated him. but he worked hard and made little complaint. One-' day a raven called to him from a tree: "Look In the hollow! Look tn the hollow! You will nnd a magic -suit which will change you Into a raven." The boy found a black suit, but he The Useful ' "No, slree! I won't go out In that boat today with the weather threatening the way It Is. The boat la barely safe in smooth water. It's too much risk alto gether to use It when a soa may got up at' any moment." The speaker was Frank No km, a lad of IS. His companion,- Ralph Munro, who was a couple of years older, sneered at him and stepped Into the little skiff that was so frail that It bobbed up and down even In the gentle rlpples'that were com ing Into the bay from the sea. "You're a regular girl," said he. "I be lieve that you're scarfed of your shadow." Frank Nolan sM nothing, but turned on his heel a nl walked up the beach. Boys don't like to have .others consldor' them cowards, and for a moment Frank was tempted to get into the boat with Ralph, Just to prove to him that he wasn't afraid. But he knew a great deal about the water, and therefore was far too well aware of the fact that a storm was brew ing, and that Ralph was going Into much greater danger than he could even sus pect. v As Ralph rowed swiftly, though not very gracefully, seaward, Frank was tempted to let him go with- a "Serve you right." But his better feelings prevailed, and he set off up the beach to the Inlet to watch his chum. Had there been an other boat near by he would have fol lowed in order to be ready to help when "Dear ma." the kittens cried, "we fear We must remain quite dumb! - The dog- has told us if tre mew That mules we will become." trouble came, as It was sure to come. But the only craft that was anywhere within reach was a canvas canoe, more cranky and flimsy than even a skiff. Arrived at the point of the beach where the waters of the open ocean rolled In to meet those of the bay, Frank sat down and kept his eyes on the skiff, which was how tossing so far away that it seemed only a speck. A wind was rising, and the bank of clouds that Frank had noticed to the eastward was looming up faster and faster. Suddenly the first puff of wind whipped across the water, and as it reached the skiff Frank saw it swing broadside on and careen for a moment under Ralph's unskillful management. Then he lighted It again, but Frank realized that the mo ment the waves began to ruu under the lash of the gathering storm the skiff would be In the trough of the sea. and It would be only a matter of a short time before the reckless boy would be upset. Frank looked" at the tiny canoe which was lying bottom up In the shelter of r bathhouse, and he looked- at the surf which had already begun to curl In to ward shore over all the shallows. For a moment he hesitated. He was afraid very much afraid for ho knew well that only the best management could bring the canoe safely through the storm. Yet without him Ralph Munro was doomed. The next moment he had the canoe In the water, and, leaping In. pushed It des perately over the first rollers. Twice ho was nearly swamped, but then he got free of the hissing surf and was swinging up and down on the combers of the sea. Three mfle3 lay between him and the skiff. Before a mile had been paddled, the storm broke, and almost Immedlately the sea began to show breaking crests all around. Within ten minutes the waves had risen po high that Frank could not see over their tops except when the ca noe happened to swing up on the crest of a green comber for a moment. It was at one of these times .that he sighted the skiff Just turning bottom-side up. He struggled desperately and drove the little canoe through, the sea, quite did not tell the people of the kashlm for fear they would take It away from him. Shortly -afterward somebody stole the sun and the moon and the village was always In darkness. The medicine men tried to bring back the sun and moon by mnglc. but they dkl not succeed. "One day the boy said: "What fine medicine mon you are not to be able to bring back the light. I can do it!" This made them angry, and they drove him out of the kashlm." He went to the house of his aunt and begged her to tell Cowardice" of forgetting his own danger, but not relax ing his caution. Again and again a huge roaring wave came rolling along like an ocoan liner and Frank had to put his strength Into his paddle till he gasped, in order to swing the canoe so that It would not be overwhelmed. Any one of the great bil lows woukl have smothered the little craft under tons of water. For a time he could not see the skiff; but at last. In a momentary glimpse that he got. as he cleared a wave, ho saw It about a quarter of a mile ofT, and, to his Joy, sighted Ralph hanging to.lt. The sight gave him renewed s rcngtli and he ferced tho canoe to tho capsized boat. Then cam the hardest part of all, which was to get Ralph into the cranky canoe. Both boys wero almost exhausted. Finally Frank paddled alongside of the upset boat and took hold of Ralph by the collar with one band while he wielded the paddle with the other td prevent the two boats from crashing into each other. Thus he held on for ten mlnuteo till he got The Indians Baltimore American. Gigantic skeletons of prehistoric Indians pearly eight feet toll have been discovered along the banks of the Choptank River, in this state, by employes of the Maryland Academy of Science. The remains are at the acamedy's building on Franklin street, where they are being articulated and re stored by the academy expert, John Wid geon, colored. They will be placed on pub lic exhibition early in tho Fall. The collection comprises eight skeletons, of which some are women and children. They are not all complete, but all the larger bones "have been found and there Is at least one complete specimen of an adult man. The excavations were in progress for months, and the discovery is considered one of the most important, from the standpoint of anthropology. In Maryland In a number of years. The re mains are believed to be at least 1000 years old. The formation of the ground above and the location of the graves gives every evidence of this. During the ex cavations the remains of the camps of later Indians were revealed. These con sisted of oyster shell heaps, charred and burned earth nnd fragments of cooking utensils. These discoveries were made fully ten feet above the graves which contained the gigantic skeletons. There have been other discoveries in Maryland of remains of men of tremen dous stature. A skeleton was discovered at Ocean City several years ago which measured a fraction over 7 feet 6 inches. This skeleton was interred In a regular burying mound and beads manufactured by white men were found upon It. The dead Indian was probably one of the tribes mentioned by Captain John Smith, who. In July, 160S, made a voyage of ex ploration of the Chesapeake' Bay. At tho point on tho Choptank where tho remains were found there ore steep shelv lng cliffs of sand and gravel that extend . . ; -r. r -.TBf.-, fgfti - -- fjr JU A XJ3SOX IN PICTURE-MAKING. T,h. artist ha shown In this picture how canes can transform theraaalves into the youny man who carries them. Try your hand at it by trying to make a human flsure oat of the first three pictures yourselves. him where tha sun and the moon haa gone, for he wished to bring the light back again. . , ,. "How should I knoiAr where they are?" replied the old woman. "I am sure you know," said tho raven boy, "for see what a finely sewed. coat you wear. You could not see to sew so well if you did not know where the light was." "Well," replied the aunt, "put on your snowshoes and travel to the south." The boy traveled to the south many days, until he saw, far off, a ray of light appearing and disappearing. Then ha came in sight of a mountain, one side of which was In darkness and ono side la light. ; j On the mountain side was a hut and In front of the hut a man was, shoveling snow. As the man tossed the snow In the air. It cut off the light, nnd this made the changes of light and darkness which, the boy had seen as he approached. "HI!" he called to the man. "what do you mean by throwing the snow In the air and shutting oft the light? You are keep ing my village In darkness. Give me soma' light to carry back to the Yukon. . "What do If care for your village!" re- plied the man. "If you want light you can live here with me." So the boy took up his home withthej man who had stolen the light, and begged' him day after day for some to carry bacs1 north with him. . Ono day he found a great ball of HghiTj lying In front of the hilt. He put It Into the breast of his magic suit. and. chang-l lng into a raven, flew away back toward; the village. As he flew he would, every now and; then, break off a piece of light and let I It fall to earth. Then It would bo day for awhile. After a period of night ho' would break oft another piece," and so on , until, just as he reached tho village kashlm, he threw down his last piece of light. Then he went in among the men and told them all that he had done, and there was great rejoicing in the villago. But as the raven boy had flown home ward he had sometimes traveled a long time without throwing out any piece of light, and when he had thrown out tne pieces he had sometimes broken oft a big piece and sometimes a small one. and tho people on the Yukon say that this is tho reason tho days are sometimes long and sometimes short, and the same thing Is true of the nights. The raven boy grew up and married ana had many children, and he taught all his family of his magic, so that they could be either ravens or men at will, but his grandchildren' forgot how to change them selves Into men, and thus his descendants are the flocks of ravens which are some times seen so thick upon the tundra lands. Frank Nolan some strength back. Then suddenly he threw himself on one sido of the canoe and hauled Ralph In like a. bag over tho other side. "Lie still on the bottom." he said sharp ly, "and don't stir, whatever happens." Fortunately wind and tide were favor able for the return voyage, or perhaps this story would never have been written; for the one who was telling It was the reckless boy of the story. He lenrned several lessons that day that he never forgot- One was not to despise a person who Is bravo enough to refuse to go Into unnecessary danger, even though the hasty world may call him a coward; and the other was not to dare any of the forces of Nature until he had learned about them by years of practical experience. Since that day Frank Nolan and Ralph Munro have been on many thrilling and dangerous ocean voyages In tiny ennoea that a man can carry on hi3 shoulders. But you may be sure that Ralph Munra Is always ready to take the advice of Frank Nolan. Were Giants to the water's edge. Beneath the bank Is a layer of marl. The graves are In the sand a few feet above the hard marl, and have deposits of between 20 and 30 feet of sand and gravel above them. A peculiar feature of, the discovery 13 tha charred state of the bones of the women and children. Those of the men are un touched by lire. This seems to indlcata that the ancient Indians cremated tha bodies of all except their warriors. Tha wet resting place of the bones for so many centuries has made them very soft and fragile, and it was with the greatest difficulty that they were removed. Called His Bluff. Uncle Josh Rlcknby, the old- gulda at the Wisconsin fishing and hunting resort, had been arrested for giving liquor to Indians. The evidence against him was cop cluslve, and he was found guilty. "The line in your case, Mr. Rickaby." said the Judge who presided at tha trial, "will be $50." "That's all right. Judge." cheerfully responded Uncle Josh. "I've got tha money right here In my pocket." Whereupon he produced a. leather wallet and proceeded to count out five $10 bills. "Besrdes which." continued tha Judge, "you will" serve a term of 60 days In the workhouse at Milwaukee. Have you that also in your pocket, Mr. Rickaby?" Chicago Tribune. Dick's Medicine Taste. The doctor thought that little Dick had malaria and prescribed a very bitter and. unpleasant medicine. Dick made a terri ble Tace and shook his head violently af-v ter the first taste. "Me don't like that kind of medicine," he announced. "Sho tastes like raw pigs."