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THE -SUNDAY- OREGOXIAy, PORTLATB, OCTOBER 1, 905. -39. T&t Carson's Close Friend mdAfrk cA.PA ULSELL of PORTLAND TELLS jrm&LLING EXPERIENCES OVER in "Woodstock, a suburb of Portland, lives an old man, "who in the early years of the nine teenth century was a familiar figure on the great plains of the West and in the Rocky Mountains. He was a bosom com panion of Kit Carson, the famous scout, Indian fighter, hunter and trapper. Although he is 89 years old, his mind is still, clear, and he recalls without ef fort many of tho events of those excit ing, and dangerous days when the In dian roamed the country and made war on the white man. This man is Jeremiah A. Paulsell. On the plains he was known as Jack Shep herd, and later, as veteran of the Mex ican War, Colonel Jack Shepherd. He served through the Civil War. and has resided in Oregon more than 20 years. However, it is not of his life in Ore gon or as a soldier that we are to deal with now, but as a hunter and trapper when he was a member of Kit Carson's famous band. Two years ago he came to Portland, after selling his farm in tho interior of the state, and he says he In tends spending the remainder of his days quietly in his retreat at Wood stock. He owns a comfortable home in that suburb, and on the second floor of hla workshop he has fitted up a little den, wherein are trophies of the chase, knives made by his own hands and many other ' curious souvenirs of a wild and rough life in the dense timber and in the wild and rugged mountains. Here ho sits by the hour while his mind drifts back over his long and eventful career. The most interesting of his relics is probably an old muzle-loading rifle that at one time was a flintlock weapon, but to which was later attached a percussion-cap lock. Colonel Jack, as he likes to be called, says he and Carson both used this rifle, and that when he parted with the famous old scout for the last time at the beginning of the Mexican War he kept the weapon. "It was at this parting that Carson and I exchanged confidences, and I learned the trapper's true name," said Colonel Jack one day last week. "Neither of us believed we would ever meet again, and we each pledged ourselves not to reveal the other's Identity so long as we both lived. Therefore, I feel free In saying that Carson's right name was George Harris, and that ho was born near Lexington, Ky. This information may startle some people, but it is the truth. He ran away from home when he was about 12 years of ago because he could not agree with his stepmother, and he never, so far as I know, saw his father or mother afterwards." Jack Shepherd, as we will call him m thfs story, was with Kit Carson along about 1840, when the famous trapper and his band were working along the Yel lowstone River, in the midst of tneir sworn foes, the Blackfeet Indians. "There were about a hundred of us In N ffPAN CAMPAGMS this band," said Shepherd, in recount ing the experiences of this perilous trip, "but we felt strong enough to take caro of ourselves against the red devils; in fact, we were keen for a fight any timo with the Blackfeet, for we hated them like poison. We trapped all through the season without meeting with much op position from the savages, and we were at a loss to account for their inactlv-i ity. Wo learned later from some friend ly Crow Indians that smallpox had bro ken out In the Blackfeet tribe, and that they were not in condition for fighting. We were destined lator to have several bad brushes with thorn, though, as you will see as we get along with this yarn. "Our troubles that Winter were not with the Indians. We had to battle against the cold. We went into camp with tho Crows Jn a pretty valley. The next Spring we left the Yellowstone and went to the headwaters of the Missouri, and it was there we became engaged In a big battle with the redskins. We stum bled suddenly upon one of their camps. Carson, myself and several others of tho party went ahead to reconnolter, and we found them packing their animals and making all preparations to depart. "This was not an opportunity to be lost. Hurrying back to our main body we In formed them what we had seen. A coun cil of war was Immediately held and it -wag Anally decided to send out 50 of our best men to fight our old enemies. "Reaching the village we charged right into It. shooting down probably a dozen or fifteen warriors. The Indians began to retreat after recovering from their sur prise and for several hours wo charged them again and again, gradually driving: them back. "In our eagerness to punish the devils we sort of forgot ourselves and all of a sudden we woke up to the fact that our ammunition was getting low. We were In for it then. The Indians. Just as soon as our fire slackened, understood, and with horrible yells that sent the-blood running cold In even our veins they ral lied and charged us. Hand to Hand Struggle. "There was no escape, we had to fight them hand to hand. They came on us like demons. Never before nor since was I ever in a more desperate battle, and I have been in a good many engagements in my time. They forced us now to re treat in turn, "but we fought every step of the way. I remember that during the thickest of this fight a horse of one of the trappers fell with him and pinned him to the ground. I have forgotten, this fellow's name. Anyhow that don't make any difference, the point I want to make is- about the bravery of Kit Carson and to show how he never hesitated to go to the aid of a fallen companion. "Carson saw the accident and leaped from his horse. About a dozen warriors were bounding toward our fallen com rade, bent on taking his scalp. Carson rallied us and. taking quick aim. dropped one of the warriors in his tracks. A dozen or more of us jumped from our horses and we saved our friend. Only two of those Indians returned to the main band, and both of them were wounded. Carson's horse became frightened and raaJ away, iie jumped up behind me on my horse and wo manaced to get out of the S5sS' thick of the fight, where Kit captured hla horse and was soon at our head again. In the meantime the reserve part of our band came up and we drove the Indians off. We managed to kill quite a number of the savages- but wo lost. I think, five men and several of us were wounded. Carson as Trapper and. Hunter. "Carson was famous at this time as a hunter and trapper. His name was known over the entire western country and to be a member of his band was con sidered an honor. Trapping beaver In those days was hard work, as we often had to travel many miles before we could locate a point where the little furry ani mals lived, and fights with tho Indians "becarao a part of our existence. I will never forget another battle we had later with a band of Blackfeet. We had gone to old Fort Hall and sold out our stock of furs, bought ammunition and supplies and started north for the Missouri River. Arriving at that stream we were prepar ing t tret our traps when we were at tacked by the Indians. We ran to cover In the brush, as the band of warriors was strong and their attack fierce. "As you no doubt know, we wero armed in those days with the old-fashioned flint lock rifle. I carried this one you see here the weapon I had a moment ago when your photographer took the picture of my den. This was a trusty weapon Kit had carried tho winter before and I bought It from him beforo -we left Fort Hall, a friend having made him a present of a new weapon. The weapon Is a muzzle-loader, but I want to tell you that we could load our guns about as fast as you modern fellows can shove cartridges Into a modern gun. Of -course, we only had a single ball, but under the leader ship of Carpon we were trained to make every shot count. We waited for a band of Indians to approach within a certain distance and then we flred. Every ball found its Indian and this seldom failed to check their advance. "Always In a fight we had bullets In our mouths. Just as soon as we fired we pulled the stopper from our powderhorn with our teeth, measured out the pow--der, dropped It Into the barrel of our rifle, spit out a bullet to which was attached a patch usually a bit of canvas stuck on, with tallow at the same time wc rammed tho bullet home. All this was done In less time than It takes me to tell about, and by the time the savages recovered from their shock and were upon us again, we greeted them with another well-directed volley. In this way we kept them off of us and only on very desperate occasions when we were greatly outnumbered, did' we have to engage In a hand-to-hand struggle. "Well, In this particular fight I started out to tell about a few moments ago, wo took refuge In a thicket. We met their advance with a volley and as usual their foremost warriors dropped In their tracks, either killed or mortally wounded. The band was large and they rallied quickly. Again and again they charged us and they kept up the fight all day. 8evcral of our boys were badly wounded thaVday and there wns more than ono desperate half-hour before tho sun went down. "At last the Indians, after several at tempts, succeeded in setting- the under brush afire. .The wind was In our direc tion and things looked mighty bad for us. The underbrush burned fiercely but It so J x?ned there was a break" In the brush ! happened between the savages and our stronghold and then, seemingly by the hand of Prov idence, the wind suddenly changed and the fire died out. While the Indians were re laxing as they watched tho progress of the fire, our little band of about SO men was planning for action. Carson decided to lead a desperate charge. Getting every thing ready, we dashed through the smoke, uttering yells as bloodcurdling as any savage ever uttered. Our fierce at tack was so sudden and unlooked for and our aim so true that the Indians were forced to retreat. Besides, as the fire died out about this time, tho Redskins be came disheartened and they drew off en tirely. The Indians hung near us and made life miserable for us. If a man ven tured too far from tho camp ho was sure to be either killed and scalped or else he had a running fight for his life. This grew monotonous after a time, and Car son decided to abandon the country and Journey to the Columbia River. I left his party here and proceeded with another party toward Fort Bent. Jn what Is now the State of Colorado. I did not see Car--son- again until he came to Fort Bent some time later and took up his life there as a hunter for the fort, a Job he held for seven or eight years. He wa3 often on the trail, though, and I saw him here and in New Mexico many times until tho out break of the Mexican war." Colonel Jack shed much light on the per sonal character of Kit Carson and his men. Carson had an original band of boon companions after he became a leader among the trappers. Colonel Jack says, and he remember their names. Obadiah Oldway at the Fair What Pioneer Philosopher From Hoaxville Saw First Day He Attended. H OAXVILLE. Or.. Sept. 27.-Mr. Ed- 1 tor.) Ab I was a-sayln the next , mornln after we got to Portland wo got up early to seo the Fair. We didn't get bi'cakfast till nigh about " o'clock. Think of It! There we'd come i all that ways to see somethln' and then couldn't get breakfast till that time o' day. Why, to home have breakfast at half past five rcglarf and I says to the boss, says I: "Mister. It's a shamo and a dlsgraco to keep us awaltln this ' way. We'd ought to havo been out to the Fair grounds by this time, and hero we ain't started." "You couldn't get. into the bull Jin's If you was out there," says he. "They don't open up till 3 o'clock, so you've got ptenty of time" "Don't open up till 9 o'clock," -says I, "what's that for? A feller can't sec much again noon If that's the way It Is. Well. Hanncr, I guess we'd better be agoln along-. It'll take some time to walk out there." "Why. man." says the boss, "you don't want to walk; take the street-car at the- door and It'll land you at the Fair grounds without no trouble." "Yes, Obadiah," says Hanner, "let's. J ain't never roJe on one of them things yet.'1 So we went out on tho street and pretty soon one of them cars como along and stopped to let a lot of other people on, and wo got on too. There wasn't seats enough so I had to stand up. A feller come along- and nudged me nnd says he. "Fare, please." "Yes, sir," says I. "that's where Hanner and mc Is agoln." "Well, give me a nefcel apiece and hurry up about it," says ho kinder cross. You see It costs 5 cents to ride on one of" them cars; I'd heard of that be fore, but It had slipped ray mind. We g-ot out where all tho rest aid. and sot in line to set our tickets as a officer told us to. After we'd paid a "Thero were just seven of us In -the original band," said Colonel Jack. "Be sides Carson, their names were Pete Hoff man. George -"Rogers, Simon Taylor, Sum Slkes, Sam GInthcr and myself- All of us were with him in the Blackfeet coun try, and all but myself went with Carson to the Columbia River. I was figuring on returning to my home In the civilized world, and that Is why I left them." Jeremiah A. Paulsell, alias Jack Shep herd, was born In Western Territory, now Indiana, near Indianapolis. In 1S1&. He enlisted In the United States Army when he was IS years old, and Uiat Is how he first ."reached the plains. He was dubbed Jack Shepherd after he Joined the Army, .'and the name stuck to him all through, his life on the plains and in the mountains. Ho says that soon after he enlisted a soldier stole his overcoat, and that tho affair finally got to the ears of General Harney. The General, he says, told him to steal the first overcoat he could get his hands on, and the first gar ment of this kind ho found lying loose happened to belong to the General. The theft was discovered and General Harney had tho young private called before him. Young Paulsell reminded the General of the advice he had given, and General Har ney thereupon gave Instructions that the recruit's name should be changed on the roll to that of Jack Shepherd, and Jack Shepherd he was from that time on. In the fight with the Mexicans at Buena Vista, Shepherd was made a Colonel on the field, he says, after the death of Colonel Mason. At the close of this strife he returned to his old homo In Indiana. Later he went to Germany and served for awhile In the army. He returned to America at the outbreak of the Civil War. dollar for the two of us they sent us through a kinder criss-cross arrange ment which was soraetaIngllka a lot of 3awbucks stacked up on top of each other, and only one person could go through at a time. It struck me as beln a pretty good thins, and I was alooklnl to see how It was made, and awonderln If I could fix somethln Hko It In the cow stable to keep old Llney from crowdln In out of her turn, when a man come up and says he: "'Flclal guide, only 10 cent3." "No," says I. 'T ain't agoln ishln'; I've come to see tho Fair. I can fish at home." "'Flclal guide," says he, "tells you all about the Fair and whero to go." "I'm agoln' where I dern please," ays I, 'I've paid 50 cents to get In here and I'm agoln to see everything; do you understand? Flshln or no flshln'." Ho looked at me as If he wanted to argue the case, but he saw that I meant business and he let me be. I can't tell you what It all looked like, but the whole thins was mlghty pretty. The bulldln's was all so nice lookln. the sun was ashinln', and tho water atwlnklln as the poet says till Hanner. she got sentimental and says shei "Obadlnh, If the streets was paved with sold instead of this hero sandy stuff. I'd say we'd sot to heaven, tho brightness of it dazzles my eyes Just like the Seripter says." "Yes," madame," says a feller who was standln' by a little table, "that's just right; you need a pair of thene here smoked glasses to protect your eyes; they're only 25 cents, and you'll ruin your eyes without em." Well, sir. Hanner, she hardly ever gets caught by any peddlers, but I reckon she was so overcome with what she seen that she didn't realize what sho' was adoln. and she bought a pair ot them things an put 'em on before I had' time to reason with her. "It's a good thing you've sot me along," says I, "or you wouldn't havo a cent to your name by night. You've paid twice what , them things Is worth." -She dldn't"an--swer, and we went on. . We come to a little low bulldin' and I says to a officer, says I. "What's in there. Mister?" "The art exhibit," says he, "the finest thing on the grounds" "I reckon we want to see it then," says I, agoln' In. "Here!" says he, "You can't take that umbrell with you." "Why?" says I. "It's against the rules," says he, "there's a place over here where they'll take . care of It for you for a few cents." "I'll just stand It up here "round this corner," says I, "It's got my name worked on the edgo in red thread, so I'll know It If anyone9 gets oft with It." "There's no danger, I guess," say3 ho agrlnnln. You seo he Just wanted to get that money out o me but he see I was too smart for him." When we got Inside there was nothln' thero but a lot of chromos. People wa3 awanderln' up and down the rooms and sayln. "Oh. what wonderful art! It goes Into my soul! Ah, how I wish I could have met the man who painted that plc Jer!" and so forth. They was all atryln' to look wise and as If they was just llvln to look at them plcters and .expectln' to die as soon as they got outside. We knowed we didn't have but a day or two for the whole Fair and we couldn't spend half of the time tryin to make people think we could paint "plcters, so we Just hurried on through. There was plcters of angels and babies and old women, and a man ahoeln' potatoes, and a man agoln' lomewheres with his wife and baby on a donkey, and flowers and mountains and everything. I didn't care much for it so when we got outside and got the um brell which was astaindin where I'd loft It, we went Into a big bulldin' where there was a lot of Japs and Egyptians and Per sians asellin everything from a tea cup to a bed quilt. Hanner, she was com pletely took up with the fancy needle work of them Japs. Sho said it wa3 worth the money we'd paid to get In just to see that. Maybe it was. I don't know. Next we went Into a big log bulldin. I tell S'ou that there took my eye. Gosh! but there was some big timbers - In it. I'll bet It would stand a good many years without needln repairs. I'd like to have It out on my place after the Fair Is over. I could use it to house up every critter on the ranch. If there'd come a big storm 1n Winter, sheep, goats and all, and still have room to spare. Thero was some fine planks on the In side to show the different kinds of wood we've got, and ther can't none of "em beat Oregon when It comes to that. It had some big porches on the side, too, and some settees for a feller to rest on. We set down to rest a spell and I Just took comfort In lookln at them porch posts, aknowin' they was Just as good and solid a3 they looked. Callforny's got a bulldin near by, so when we got rested we went Into that. You'd ought to sec the in3lde of that bulldin. It was jus chuck full from one end to the other with things to eat. Thero was a bear ajettln up as natural as life, all covered with, dried prunes, and a ele phant made of walnuts. That was quite a Idea, and I couldn't help but laugh and wonder who ever thought of doln that. While we was alookln' at things and asayin as how Callforny must be a pretty nice place, but It couldn't raise dried prunes like Oregon, a man come up and he says, says he, "Don't you want a Call forny badge to wear?" and he started to pin one on my coat. "No. you don't." says I. "I ain't agoln back on old Web foot. I belong here, and I ain't agoln' to hide my light under a bushel. Call forny's all right, but she can't beat Ore gon." "Obadiah," says Hanner, when we got outside again, "let's walk 'round a spell without lookln at nothln. I've seen so much now scem's like my head can't hold it." Wo walked down toward the pond and watched the boats agoln backwards and forwards without no oars nor nothln'. hand 'one feller was up In a flym'-maehine right over our heads. I tell you they don't get me to travel In one of them things even If they do take the place of tho railroad cars as they say they're agoln to. S'posln that there balloon thing as he's got over him should bust, where'd that feller land? Or s'posln' that basket he rides in would tip and send him os'ldin through the air Into the lake? That's atemptln Providence too far. "I reckon It's about dinner time, Han ner." saj'8 I. "I see people are a-gcttin' ready to eat. Some has got their dinners with 'em. but I reckon we can And a hotel or somethln pretty soon." I seen a place where people was a-catln Inside, so wc went In nnd set down to one of them lit tle tables, and a waiter come to see what we wanted. "Somethln to eat," says I. Hubbard's " Little Sermons" I BELIEVE In' tho purifying. process of sorrow, and I believe death Is a manifestation of life, and for all we know it Is just as good. Those who have much are often greedy and grasping; the poor are ready to share. We hellevo the thing wo wish to be lieve. If we dislike a man. any kind of ancient proof Is sufficient to damn Jhlm. All that seems In hl3 favor is quietly pooh poohed. Nature ought to havo men born old instead of young then they would know enough t0 start life without mak ing mistakes. Above all men, the writer should be a man who knows, sympathizes with and appreciates the world of business and the world of work. From the very lowest, simplest form of animal life to the,hlgbest, things are reaching out for their own. The life of the animal, the life of the tree and the life of the rock Is all One Life, seek ing Something, going Somewhere. I do not believe that God ever lis tened to midgets or microbes who be sought him to take sides with them to help kill other midgets or microbes. Social success, business prosperity, perfect environment, tho applause of the multitude never gave that placid countenance through which the soul shines in quiet blessing and benedic tion. t Every strong man has a splendid mother. -Lovo forgives to seventy times seven and persecutes nobody. All motives, like ores, are found mixed. 7 Peaceful lives make dull biographies and In prosperity there Is small ro manced Every thrill of delight means health. You can't change a man's opinion by burning his library. You might as well have a school for poets, or a college for saints, or give medals for pronclency In the gentle art of wooing, as to expect to mak'e a great orator or a great writer by tell ing how. Music vibrates through a man's be ing and arouses him to a higher life Not only does his blood circulate better, but he knows better; under the vitalis "ain't that your business here?" "Yes." says he. "but what'll you have?' and ho run over a great rigmarole of what they had cooked. I couldn't git head nor tail to It. but Hanner she told him what to bring When It come there was about quarter as much grub and five times as many dishes as we'd have to home, but them's eity ways; a big lot of dishes and mighty little In 'em. Anyway, we had to take what we could got, and I hate to tell such a thing about a feller bein. but that scoundrel charged me J2 for that meal. The sru was down or I wouldn't have paid U. Wo made up our minds to go back to the hotel for supper, even if we had to mlsa a part of the Fair. We'd heard people talk so much aboi tho Government bulldin that we though we'd better hunt it up next. A oflic-r p'inted It out to me and we headed that way. The first thing we knowod we was In the midst of the awfullest hulfcibIo you ever seen. There was houses on botli sides of the road, and a feller In front "? every on of 'em a-hollerln through a kind of, a horn about what he'd got In Ms show. It was like tho woepln' and wallln and gnashln of teeth that the Scrlpter speaks about. One feller bad a couple deer that jumped off into the water, and a trained horse. I didn't care much f'r them deer, for It's natural for them r- Jump anyhow, but I paid the man in !?t us see the horse. She was pretty good on tricks and such like, but I'll bet when It comes to a good steady pull she can't hold a candle to our old Scllm." Them Egyptians down thero has cer tainly discovered perpetual motion. I watched the foller with the bloomers en beat hi3 drum for about half an hour. ar.d he didn't let up once. Nothln would do Hanner but she must go In and see how they lived when they was to home. Sha said Egypt was the country where tho Children of Israel was In bondage, and she wanted to see the place jhj she could tell her Sunday schol class about it. Wo had to pay 10 cents npleco to get In thero. and then I had to wait while Hanner took: a ride on one of them derned humpbacked camels. When we come out, I says to Hanner. says I. "Now, Hanner. It's a'l right for you to think of your Sundav scohol class, but there ain't no use of your wastin money on every fool thing you 3ee like you've been a-doln today." Just then another feller hollered for ms to come oer and seo the Land of tho Midnight Sun. "Midnight sun!" sy T. "where's your common sense? Anybody knows the sun don't shine- at midnight I ain't a-goln' to fall into any such trap." nnd we went on towards the Gevernm,r,t bulldin'. But another man stopped me and said he had a Russian as had got away from Siberia, and If we'd come closer we could seo. Sure enough, he had him all right. He had him chained and hand cuffed, but In spite of al that he Just stod up there with a counterfeit amchlno and turned out greenbacks right before tho crowd. The feller that caught him said for us to come and go to Siberia with him. as he was Just a-gettln ready take a crowd-there to see the sights, but I told him we had to go home In a couple of days, and we couldn't go. There was one place where a girl was astandln' with a great big snake "round her neck, and a Hon wns aroarla In cage. It cost fifty cents to take us In there and see the animate. Hanner sha said It was a good deal like k cirrus and we oughtn't to go. but I told her Daniel went Into a lion's den and I wouldn't miss seln what it was Mke f -r anything, and that would be somethtn more to tell her class. There was a polar bear and a hyena in there, tee. By tho time wo got out of there the big bulldln's was shuttin' up. and we start'd for home. Goln' back one of thorn fellers as T was a-talkln to before called to me to ;e Maggie. Well. sir. she was worth seln She was the biggest woman I ever laid eyes on, and right good lookin. t-vj. Hanncr said she was a sham. bt she wasn't for I seen her wiggle her flngrs I wanted to gp Inside and see the nst of the show after I'd seen her. but Hanner was determined to have her way. So to went out and Inquired around until wo found the right street car. and got to our hotel in time for supper, which was more plenty and not so costly as dinner. I ain't got time to write any more this time, so Yours truly. OBADTAH EVE RAT OLDWAY. P. S. I had a misunderstnndin with one of them streetcar men ngln' buck to the hotel. I didn't know when wo got thro till I saw the sign, and I yelled to him to let us off. but he suhl he'd stop at the next corner. It wns against the rules to stp In the middle of a block. Rules goes a long ways with some people, O. E. O. ing touch of the beautiful we are re deemed and our consciousness is filled with tne thought that life is good. "England expects every man to do his duty!" Ah. can you not see that If evory man did his duty, taking heed if his own thoughts and( deeds, tho world would be free and at poaco? It Is easier to rise In the heat of strife with drawn revolver tha'n to keep watch and ward over your own passions; but do not cheat yourself Into the belief that it Is nobler. EYES UP IN THE ELEVATOR Latest "Way to Avoid the Discomfort Caused by the Car's 3Iotion. "Why Is the lady looking up at the top of the car like that? Why," said the ele vator man. "that's the very latest wrinkle In elevator riding. "You know there are plenty of people, women especially, who can't ride In an elevator without feeling uncomfortable; shooting up or shooting down and sudden stopping gives them a qualmish feeling; makes them sort of seasick. "There arc women wno never ride on the elevators for this reason. They would rather walk up and down stairs. Other women try various ways of lessening or staving off -the unpleasant effects. "Some stand on their tiptoes as-long as they are In the car; some hold their breath. I don't understand why they do that. Some sit down and keen their feet roft the floor that's on the same theory as ine stonuing on tiptoes; to lessen the shock of the starting and stopping of the car. "And now the latest thing Is for women to stand In the car and Bend their heads backward and look straight upward at the ceiling-of the car all the time they are in it. This is said to be a sure cure for that qualmish feeling. "I suppose the theory of this method Is that, with the eyes thus steadily fixed on something that Is. relatively to them selves, stationary, the riders are less con scious of the elevator's motion. One ot the things that aggravate seasickness Is the consciousness of the vessel's motion that wo get from the sight of the sea, apparently rising and falling, as we catch sight of It through the portholes when the vessel rolls. "The sight of the floors appearing and disappearing as the elevator ascends or descends affects some' women In the same manner. With their eyes fixed on the Interior of the top of the car the sight of these things Is avoided. "So If you see a woman In an elevator car with her eyes evidently fixed Intenti on .the celling you don't want to jump to the conclusion that she Is just from the COUntrv and rldlnn In an elevntnr fni. Ithe first time, and now carefully and with Is In fact discovering to you the -very latest wrinkle In elevator riding of wo men well accoustomed to elevators.'