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TIIE SUNDAY OREGOXIAX, PORTLAND, SEPTEMBER 8, 1907. 9 The- Maw Of A Mowtas N k a EXT to the grizzly bear In ferocity ' IJ and far ahead of the grizzly In ' craft and stealth, is the animal known throughout the Pacific Coast as the mountain Hon. These animals often measure 11 feet from tip to tip, and. for ferocity and strength are only excelled by one of the feltdlea of the Western con tinent, the jaguar of South America, and in cunning and craft the mountain lion excels the jauguar. What makes this animal so extraordi narily dangerous Is the stealth used In stalking Its prey and the Immense dis tance It can cover at a single leap. They lie In wait along the trails frequented by deer and elk. often springing a distance of 30 feet, striking their victim unaware and rendering it helpless by the Impact. I have known one Instance of a Hon kill ing a seven-point bull elk with a single wrench of Its powerful arms. It caught the under Jaw of the elk with Its right paw, placed the left paw on the elk's neck, and. with one twist, broke the animal's nee'A It1s not surprising that an animal pos sessing such immense strength and cun ning should inspire a feeling of dread in man, yet they very seldom attack human beings. Tt Is only when pressed by hunger through scarcity of game that they are dangerous to the hunter. Then the onslaught Is swift and terrible and the hunter Is luckly to escape with his life. In an experience of 40 years In the Cas cade and Coast Range Mountains of Western Oregon I can recall but four In stances of men being attacked and In all these cases the men were victors. The most thrilling of these adventures hap pened to a timber cruiser and I shall try to relate It Just as he told It to me. "Another cruiser and I," he said, "were cruising In the Necanlcum Mountains in the Winter of "98. Each had a man to run the compass, and we made our head quarters In a deserted cabin In the midst of a dense spruce forest. We had ofen seen the tracks of mountain Hons and we knew that game was scarce but we did not apprehend any danger. Like all men inured to the woods, we went fearlessly through the dense forests, careless of dan ger Intent only upon the task before us, hurrying through the almost Impenetrable Jungles, because the more sections we cruised the more money we made, being paid so much for each quarter section we cruised. "The first night we camped in the cabin we heard the cry of a Hon which resem bles the plaintive cry of a woman so closely that they are scarcely distin- BY W. W. JACOBS. THE harbor was crowded with fish ing boats, and fresh arrivals were coming ine very few minutes . Until the entrance was reached they came scud ding along with every appearance of haste, but then their mainsails came tumbling down to the deck and the boats with sufficient way left on them moved easily over the still water, and felt their way to a berth. Small boats conveyed the fish to the quap, where embryo fisher men were appraising the catch with a wisdom beyond their years. There was a glut of whiting. So many whiting, and going so cheaply that It was enough to make them bite their tails from sheer vexation. Small flat fish which slid away from their pile were carefully looked after and coaxed back with the toe of a sea-boot, but whiting slid away un noticed until they vanished from mortal ken In the pockets of predatory urchins. In the small market, a short, red-faced man with a scrubby beard walked in a disparaging fashion from heap to heap, using a favorite briar In lieu of a ham mer to knock down such fish as found bidders. The latter were few and wary, and turning a deaf ear to eloquence ex pressed opinions distasteful to an auc tioneer's ear In crude English. The sense of the meeting being against him, the auctioneer truckled to it, and coming to another heap consisting of a selection of the most undesirable fish that swim Britannia's realm, gazed at It Indignantly. There was a titter behind him. and he voiced his wrath impetuously. "That's Joe Gubbs' catch," he bawled. "S'elp me, I'd know that man's luck any where." He turned the fish over scornfully with his foot, and, with a severe glance at the hapless Gubbs, moved away to something more salable. "Where d'ye get 'em from, Gubbs?" In quired an aggravating voice. "We never get such things in our nets. I've never seen some o' them things afore." "There's a lot you ain't seen. Bob Tarbut," said Gubbs, turning upon him, "and what you do see don't do you much good." "I'd be ashamed to bring home such a queer-looking lot," Jeered the other. "They mayn't be up to much, but there's none on 'em would care to change faces with you, I expect," retal iated Gubbs. "You leave my face alone," said Tar but, whose physiognomy was much used in the village for purposes of comparison. "A skate's handsome to you," said Gubbs. following up his advantage. He Jumped back suddenly as the fist of the sensitive Tarbut shot suddenly out.' and treading on small fish, whirled round wildly with his hands In the air in the effort to retain his balance, and eat down heavily. The bystanders instantly separated into two groups, and two or three anxious sym pathizers helped the fallen man to his feet and Indicated those parts of Tar but's frame which, in their opinion were least adapted to offer resistance " to his fist. "Stand up," said Gubbs, sternly, as he shook himself free from these friends. "I am a-standln' ud!" said Tarbut, breathing hard. The two combatants approached each other stealthily, and maneuvering round the heaps of fish, struck safely at each other over these convenient barriers. "Get 'em in the road," said an ex cited voice; "they can't 'urt each other here." A dozen kindly hands hejped them there, and finding too much strategy for sport In a large ring, at the bidding of the resourceful Individual wh had last epoken, gradually made It smaller and smaller. Two or three small blows lip 1K" warmed the combatants, and they set to work In earnest. Then Gubbs, un der a heavy blow from Tarbut, went to the ground and- stayed there. It was three minutes before he came thoroughly round, and then he eat up in a dazed fashion and looked round for his opponent. "Did I kill 'im?" he inquired. In a whisper. "No, not quite," said one of his friends, gently. Gubbs rubbed his eyes. "What are they patting, him on the back for?" he inquired, eyeing the group who were making a fuss over Tarbut. "Cos he's won." said his friend. Gubbs staggered to his feet. "It's no good." said the landlord of the "Three Fishers," who had run over to the scene of the fray; "you wasn't properly trained, you know. "Now, look 'ere. If you put your self in my hands; in three weeks you can beat him holler." "You do as Mr. Larklns ses, Joe," said his friend, impressively. "I lived among prize-fighters afore I come down' 'ere," said Mr. Larklns, ex panding his small frame. "In three weeks" time, Gubbs, you'll be able to knock him silly." "Well, what about Tarbut? He ought to be trained, too," said one of the men. "Fair play's fair play any day." . "I'll train 'im," said an old ex-coast-guardsman. "I don't want no training." said Tar but. surily. "I've beat 'im, beat 'im easy." "Well, beat 'im again, Tarbut," said one of his friends. "I'll put up five bob on you. Who'll take me?" For the next five minutes, heedless of the assertion of both men that they wouldn't fight any more, bets were freely taken, Tarbut. In view of his recent suc cess, being a hot favorite. A jarring element was Introduced into the proceedings by a small, elderly man wearing a piece of blue ribbon, who, pushing his way In eagerly, Inquired what It was all about. Nobody troubling to give him a correct answer, he tried to solve It for himself, and was then caught, just In the nick of time, trying to make the enemies shake hands. "You go off to your Mothers' Meeting, Peter Morgan," said an incensed voice. "It's a fight," said the little man, raising his voice. "Oh, my friends" "It's nothing of the kind," said Larklns, hotly. "I'm training 'em for a race, that's all. They're Just going to see who's the best runner." Morgan, disregarding the publican, looked to others for information. "It's quite right," said a bystander. "You can believe me, can't you?" "When's it going to be?" asked Motgan. "I don't know," said the other, turning away. "You ought to be ashamed of your selves," said Morgan, warmly. "It'B bad enough to make a couple of men fight what don't want to without telling a lot of lies about it." "It's none o' your business,", said Lar kins. surlily. "Ask no questions and you'll have no lies. You'll get some idea into that 'ead of yours and then go and split, and have it stopped." "I never told of anything in my life," said Morgan, sharply. "My mates know that. That ain't my way. My way's persuasion and example, not forcing peo ple to do what I want." "There's a purse o' fifteen and six made up for the winner." said Larklns. turning away and whispering the news to Gubbs. "The spot for the plcnlc'll be made later on. Them what's in the know is re spectfully asked to keep their mouths shut to save trouble all round." He went back to his bar, and the other men, after standing about a bit, strolled off one by one to their teas. Mr. Morgan was one of the last to leave, and went as far as Tarbufs door with him to tell him an anecdote of a man who was struck behind the ear In a fight . and killed on the spot. A comfortable meal and a good night's rest restored Mr. Gubbs to his wonted serenity of mind, and he awoke at 8 o'clock feeling determined to shake hands with Tarbut and let the matter drop. A persistent hammering at the door, which gradually got louder and louder, inter fering with his meditations, he roused Mrs. Gubbs, who was sleeping peacefully, and with some asperity bade her get up and stop It. "It's Mr. Larklns, Joe," said the lady, hastily withdrawing her head from the window. Mr. Gubbs sat In bed. and then with a mighty yawn rose, and, pushing open the casement again, gazed lnidgnantly at the small publican, who was standing below keeping up an Incessant rapping on the door with a small cane. "Morning. Mr. Larklns. sir," said Gubbs, sniffing at the cool morning air. "Halloa!" said Larklns, looking up. "This won't do, you know. You're wast ing time. You' ought to be up and out by now." "I've changed my mind." said Gubbs, leaning out and speaking In a low voice to defeat the intentions of Mrs. Gubbs, who was looking. "I dreamt I killed Tar but, an' It's give me such a fright that I've resolved not to fight." "That's all right," said Larkins, briskly; "dreams always go by con traries." "Well, there ain't much comfort in that," said Gubbs, who was anxious to get back to his warm bed, sharply. I "You dress and come down, said the imperious Larkins. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself after all the trouble I'm taking on yoiir behalf." Mr. Gubbs rubbed his eyes and pon dered. "What's the towel for?" he de manded, suspiciously. "Rub you down with after you've bathed," said the other. "Bathed?" said Mr. Gubbs, with em phasis. "Bathed? What for?" "Training," replied Mr. Larklns. "Hur ry up." "I don't believe old Bullock's going to make Tarbut bathe," said Gubbs, shiver ing; "it's weakening." "You do as you're told." said the au tocratic Larkins. "Bullock dont know nothing about it." Mr. Gubbs sighed and withdrew his head, and explained to his astonished wife that he was going for a little stroll, gloomily dressed himself and Joined his trainer below. "Shoulders back." said the small pub lican. "Head up." He led the way down to the beach, and, ignoring tlie looks of aversion which Mr. Gubbs bestowed upon the silver sea, stood by while he disrobed and picked his way painfully over the shingle to the edge of the water. It was a bright morning, but somewhat chill, and Mr. Gubbs' breathless gaspings furnished an excel lent clue to the temperature of the water. "How do you feel?" Inquired Mr. Lar kins, anxiously, as he rubbed htm down. "I feel 111," said the other, shivering. "You'll feel better when you've had your run," said Larkins, cheerily. "Ad my w w wot?" inquired Mr. Gubbs, staring at him offensively, and rubbing himself furiously with the towel. "Your run," repeated Larkins, sternly. "You don't want your coat. I'll hold that. And mind, I don't want you to go running like a steam engine, or a run away horse." "I wasn't goin' to," said Gubbs. "Just trot easy," continued the other, "for about half a mile. Go as ar as that gate over there, then rest two minutes and trot back again." His manner was so dictatorial that Mr. Gubbs, remembering in time his score at the "Three Fishers," swallowed some thing he was going to say and it was nearly strong enough to choke him and set off at a strange, weird gait towards the indicated goal. He reached it at last, and after a long two minutes started back again in response to the semaphore like appeals of the enthusiastic Larklns. "I've got my work cut out for me, I can see," said the latter, as his victim, puffing and blowing, sat down on the ground. "But I'll soon get you in trim, and you can keep quiet about it. I don't want Bullock to know." "Why not?" demanded Mr. Gubbs. "Because he'd train Tarbut the same way," said Larklns, . with a cunning grin. "Well, why shouldn't Tarbut ave a doing same as me?" said Mr. Gubbs, vin dictively; "why should 'e be a-laying In comfort in 'Is bed while I'm catching' cold bathing and killing myself run ning." "Don't you be a fool," said Larkins, affectionately patting him on the shoulder. "Come into my place when you have time, and I'll put the gloves on with you a bit; and be careful what you eat, mind, else you'll undo all the good I've done you." If It is possible for a man to expec torate sarcastically, Mr. Gubbs achieved that feat. "Only two cups of tea with your break fast," continued Larklns, solemnly, "and j no greens or dinner, and I II send you in une pint or om aie every aay iree gratis. The tensity of Mr. Gubbs's features re laxed and he smiled faintly as he rose and accompanied his friend back. Lar klns saw him to his door, and after ex plaining fluently to Mrs. Gubbs that her husband was training for a race, gave her explicit instructions as to his diet, and departed. It was a source of much joy to Mr. Larkins, though he was unable to per suade Gubbs to share In his feelings, that Tarbut's trainer was satisfied with a less vigorous system for his man. He let Tar but off with a cold sponging on rising, and as Tarbut had his own ideas as to what constituted a cold sponging, both parties were well pleased with each other. The business-like nature of these pro ceedings was keenly appreciated by the inhabitants of the fishing quarter. Fights had happened before and doubtless would again, but they were mere rough-and-tumble affairs, and over before any proper excitement could be worked up. The purse hadi steadily mounted up to 35 shillings, and the betting varied from day to day. Each man had his knot of supporters, and enthusiasm had reached such a pitch that Gubbs, who was naturally of a retiring disposition, had to take his matutinal tub before quite a circle of admirers. Opposition on the part of the ladies was balked by continuing to allude to the affair as a race, though Mrs. Gubbs, who got up one morning to see her man run, -went home In a state of mind bordering upon stupefaction. An uneasy feeling was caused by the anxiety of the excellent Mr. Morgan to discover the time and place of meeting. No information was afforded him, and as he had indignantly denied any intention of giving the alarm, the gentlemen Inter ested were much exercised as to the reasons for his curiosity. , The battle was fixed for Saturday evening, the two trainers, after much wordy warfare, having selected a site which Mr. Larklns Insisted had been made purposely by Nature with a view to affairs of the kind. Lofty cliffs hid it from view, and the ground itself con sisted of turf so soft and spongy that Larkins predicted that Tarbut would bounce up from it like an India-rubber ball. The" principals expressed them selves as satisfied, though their nig gardliness in the matter of thanks for the trouble which had been taken over the arrangements formed food for conversa tion for the trainers all the way home. The boats got in early on Friday after noon with their fish. The catch was w Lion 1 guishable. oT this we paid but little at tention save to Jolly each other about be ing caught and what we should do in a case of that kind. "My compass man and I had our bunk made near the door and I slept on the qutslde, lying almost flush with the open ing. It was on the fourth night our our stay in the " shack that I was awakened from a sound sleep by the sensation of being drawn along the ground. Open ing my eyes I saw that I was being slow ly dragged away from the cabin by a huge mountain Hon which had caught me by the left shoulder as I lay with my back to the door and had succeeded- In drawing me out of my blankets without waking my companion. "Fortunately I had on my trousers and in the right-hand pocket was my clasp knift, a large one, which I always kept sharpened to razor keenness. "Carefully inserting my hand Into my pocket I slowly withdrew the knife and carefully opened It, for I knew it was all that stood between me and a horrible death. Strange as it may seem I felt neither fear nor pain although I knew the lion's fangs were burled In my shoulder. I have been told that this Is the experience of all who have had similar experiences. Carefully feeling along the lion's side I located Its heart by Its beating. I then placed the point of the knife blade against this spot, and, with all my strength drove the blade Into the lion's body, hoping to pierce the heart and thus produce Instant death. "As the blade went "home the lion dropped me, and uttering a terrific" roar, struck me a terrible blow which caught me in the shoulder and stripped me to the waist, the cruel claws rending my flesh like gigantic knives, and rendering me unconscious. "Of the events of the next two hours I know nothing except what my compan ions told me. The roar of the lion awakened them from a sound sleep and they soon discovered my absence. A torch was Improvised and a search instl ' tuted for me which resulted In finding the Hon and me lying near each other, both apparently dead. "Fever set in and it was two months before I was able to cruise again, but when well I followed my old occupation, but have never had an encounter with a mountain Hon since that time. It took me years to recover from that night's ter rible experience, and, now, I often dream of being in the jaws of a mountain Hon and awaken bathed in a cold perspiration and chilled with fear." B. A. CHILDBRS. small and soon disposed of, and then the attentive trainers, rescuing their men from admirers, who were feeling their arms and putting leading questions as to their wind and state of mind, sent them Indoors with concise Instructions as to how they were to spend the last evening. Larklns officiously sent his man off for a short, sharp walk after his tea, and later on, going to the quay, found that Bullock had given his man the same In structions. "Don't you go worrying of 'em, mind,' said Larkins sternly to the group, "an' let 'em have an easy time of It tomorrow in the boats. Both ofi'em," he added, generously. "Spoke like a Briton, Mr. Larklns," said an old fisherman. What I want Is fair play and no favour," said Mr. Larklns; "it's to be a genuine sporting affair. No bad blood or anything of that kind. After the lit tle affair, all what go to see It are wel come to one drink at my expense." "It's time my man was back," said Bullock, looking up the road which led over the cliffs. "I told him to go just as far as the ground and back. "Old Peter Morgan's gone down to the place too, I think," piped a small lad In huge boots. "I saw Mm following Tar but." ..The landlord of the "Three Fishers' started uneasily. "It's on my mind," he said, in a melancholy voice, "that that blessed old teetotaler'll have the thing stopped. He'll tell the police or some thing. "No he won't,' ' said the old fisherman who had spoken before. "Me an' Peter wa boys together, an" he's never done anything o' that sort In his life. Before old Peter got religious there was nothing he liked better than to see a fight, or to take part in one either, an It's mv opln ion he'd like to see this one, only he don t like to say so. -"Well, he won't, said Larkins. grimly "It may be as you say, but we're not go ing to take any risks. Conversation became general, and in view of the nearness of the event, ani mated, but still the two gladiators failed to put In an appearance. "He's overdoing It. that's what he Is. Bald Mr. Larkins, referring to the ardent Gubbs. "You can 'ave a man too willing. He'll go and knock hisself up." The small boy came up, his big boots clattering over the stones, and, shading his eyes with his hands, gazed along the road. The other men. following his, saw three men advancing lovingly arm-in-arm towards them. "It It can't be old Morgan with 'em," said Mr. Larklns. "It Is. though," said the old fisherman, peering through screwed-up eyes. "They have made It up through old Peter, that's wot they've done. He's been talking at 'em and getting at 'em and now there won't be no fight." His disappointed auditors groaned .in chorus. "Won't there You don't think me and my friend Bullock here are going to slave three weeks for nothing, do you?" "There won't be no fight," repeated the old man. "Look how loving they are! All three of 'em as close together as sweethearts." The advancing trio certainly bore out the old man's words to the letter. Mr. Peter Morgan was In the center, and ap peared to be half-embracing his com panions. "Why, they can hardly walk," said Bullock; "they've been too far." "Yes. that's what it Is," said Larklns, in' a hollow voice. "Seems to me," said the boy, slowly, "that they've 'ad a bit of a scrap .al ready." The crowd with bated breath stepped out to meet them, Larkins and Bullock leading. It was evident that the two heroes were clinging to Mr. Morgan more for support than from- any motives of affection, and it was no less evident that the lad's remark as to a bit of a scrap was capable of wide interpretation. In a few minutes boch parties were face to face, and the two trainers gazing at their charges speechless with indignation. "Which is Gubbs?" demanded Larkins at last, in an unnatural voice. The figure on Morgan's right arm man aged ,to open an eye an to twist its swol len lips into something intended for a smile. "What 'ave you been doing"?" voci ferated the incensed landlord. "Fightln'," said Gubbs. speaking with some difficulty; "it's all over now. It was a draw, and we're going to halve the money between us." "Oh, are you," said Larklns, bitterly. "Well you won't have a damned ha'penny of I It. What do you mean by It? Eh?" "I'll tell you all about It," said Morgan, who was looking radiantly happy. "I saw Tarbut going up the road and I fol lowed him and talked to him. and by and by up comes Gubbs. and I talked to him. Then I found out what, of course, I knew before, that all you men were trying to Induce these poor souls to knock each other about for money." Mr. Larkins, choking helplessly. looked sternly at Mr. Morgan, and pointed an incriminating finger at Tarbut's visage. "I urged 'em not to make such a brutal show of themselves for money," continued Mr. Morgan, "but they said as ow they would. Gubbs said It would be the easiest 35 shillings he'd ever earned, and Tarbut said it was him as was going to earn It. After a little, talk o' this kind. Gubbs here 'it Tarbut smack in the eye." Tarbut gave a faint groan in confirma tion. "Then they both started to peel." con tinued Mr. Morgan. Why didn't you stop 'em?" inquired the ex-coastguard ; "It was your duty as a Christian to stop 'em." "I thought it was better for 'em to fight like that than to make a brutal exhibi tion of themselves," said Mr. Morgan, with dignity. "It was a revolting spectacle, shocking, and I'm glad and thankful there was nobody there but me to see 'em make such brute beasts of themselves." A threatening murmur broke from the crowd. "There In that sweet secluded spot," said Mr. Morgan, shaking his head, "these two men, stripped to the waist, knocked one another about for 15 rounds. First blood fell to Tarbut, he got In with his left on Gubbs' nose, then Gubbs up with a fearful blow and knocked him flat. It was as clean a blow as ever I see. I took Tarbut on my knee poor fellow, he was doing wrong, but still he was suffer ing, and Peter Morgan's always got a knee for the sufferer. Second round he was more cautious, and watching 'is op To Destroy Famous Haunts A GIGANTIC chreme or the Improve ment of the Friediichstrausse quar ter, which will entail the erection of four hotels of enormous size, is at present under consideration. The plan, which embodies the pulling down of dozens of houses between Unter den Lenden and the main railway station, has already been submitted to the Em peror, who always has to be consulted in such matters. It is proposed to Increase by 20 feet the width of the Frledrlch strasse between the points mentioned. According to the plans submitted, the undertaking will cost at least 150 mil lion marks. Historic places such as the Cafe Bauer and the Kranzler Ecke will vanish, only to reappear in a rejuvenated form, says the New York Herald's Paris edition. The disappearance of two such histor ical establishments as the Cafe Bauer and the Cafe Kranzler would be an event In the history of Berlin. There are few such celebrated places In Europe as these two world famous cafes. The Cafe Bauer was the first "Wiener cafe" In Berlin. L'p to the time of Its foundation the blerhaus and the weinstube were the only places of public resort. Coffee and cakes could be obtained in establishments known as "conditorei." About 50 years ago a waiter from Vienna named Bauer had the idea of endowing the German capital with a cafe on the lines of those In the Kalserstadt. The present Cafe Bauer was the result. Its success was unparalleled, and now it Is unique In the world among the establishments of Its kind. It Is of immense size and can Beat about 1000 people. The greater part of the day and night It is crowded to over flowing, and at all times there is a large number of people there, for the Cafe Bauer is open night and day from Janu ary 1 to December 31. In no city in the world Is there so much nocturnal life as In Berlin, and the Cafe Bauer gives hos pitality all the night through. It is one of the handsomest cafes In the German capital, though its decoration is less bril liant perhaps than that of some of the newer establishments. On the walls of the lower cafe are Immense frescoes from the brush of Herr Anton von Werner, Germany's leading painter and the presi dent of the Royal Society of Arts. They represent classic subjects and Illustrate the odes of Horace, the classic lover of good cheer. Cafe Subscribes for 500 Newspapers. But what astonishes the visitor to the Cafe Bauer Is the supply of newspapers. The cafe subscribes to nearly 500 daily newspapers. American, English, French, Austrian, Hungarian, Roumanian, Rus sian. Italian. Spanish and Scandinavian papers are to be found here. And not only the daily press, but even the weekly and monthly reviews of every country In the world. Three uniformed "Zel tungs Kellner" under the command of the genial Alex, fetch and carry them for the visitors. AH the leading news papers are subscribed for In three or four copies, so that the Irritating "II est en lecture. Monsieur" of the Paris waiter is never the reply to a request for even the best-known paper. This immense supply of mental pabulum, of course, at once gave a literary stamp to the Cafe Bauer, es pecially to the rooms on the upper floor. Here at one time or another have frequented all the leading lights of German literature and the German press. The theatrical profession also contributes some of its most faithful "habitues." After the theaters the Cafe Bauer generally shows the great est animation. The frugal German does not, as a rule, go to sup on leav ing places of amusement, but at the Cafe Bauer "Brodchen" of all kinds can be obtained. The. rooms on the upper floor form a gallery around the cafe on the ground floor, and those who take their coffee or liqueur on the first floor can look down through the sheets of glass which enclose the gallery on the ani mated scene below. The "Zahlkellner" In the Cafe Bauer are personages as well known in Ber lin as the Kaiser himself. For in the Cafe Bauer, as in all other cafes In Berlin, the waiter who serves does not receive the money or get any tip. For this there Is the "Zahlkellner," who does nothing else but take payment for the "consommations." He It is who pays the whole staff, and In spite of this the profits of the position run to from 15.000 marks to 20,000 marks a year. Most of the "Zahlkellner" in the large Berlin cafes become wealthy men, and, like Hcrr Bauer himself, found cafes in their turn. Last of Old Berlin "Conditorlen." Kranzler's, on the other side of the street, is equally popular with the Berllners. It is not, however, a cafe In the strict sense of the word, but one of the last survivors of the old Ber lin "condltorein." This ia shown by portunity, he clenched and fell with Gubbs underneath. It was a disgusting spec tacle." Mr. Larklns bent'savagely over to Mr. Bullock and whispered In his ear. "When time was called" said Mr. Morgan. "Who called it?" Inquired a voice, with, the accent of one making a point. "I did." said Mr. Morgan: "there was nobody else; both of 'em walked round each other a bit, sparring and looking for opportunities. I think the third round was the longest of all. Both of "em kept getting In a lot of little knocks and then dodging away again. Then Tarbut "caught Gubbs one In the bread-ba In the wind and then followed up on his jaw and knocked him down again. It was a dis gusting spectacle." "Must he' been." said a dejected voice. "After that there was 12 more rounds." continued the narrator; "sometimes Tarbut had the best of it, and sometimes Gubbs. Both men was very determined and fought very fair. It was good, solid hard hitting, and they were marked all over before they'd finished. Once Gubbs gave Tarbut a blow over the heart, and I thought he wouldn't get up to time." "I wouldn't if you hadn't blowed water Into my face out of that puddle," said Tarbut. "It was a most disgusting spectacle," said Mr. Peter Morgan, hurriedly. "Seems to me " began Iarkins, fero ciously. "Two fine strong men. stripped to the waist, hard as nails, knocking each other about for money." said Mr. Morgan. "They're never going to fight any more. I made 'em promise they wouldn't. They're good friends now; ain't you, lads?" With an utter disregard of the feelings of the bystanders the two men shook hands. "And though I regard fighting with horror," concluded Mr. Morgan, beaming on them. "I think that, as it was a bar gain, you should divide the purse be tween om." "They won't get a farthing of it," said Mr. Larkins. explosively, "unless you like to give it to- 'em out of your own pocket." "Me:" said Mr. Morgan, opening his eyes. "Why?" "Ask yourself," said Mr. Larklns. pointedly. "I should say if any man ever 'ad 35 shillings worth of sport all to his self, you have; and, what's more, you know it. Mr. Peter Morgan." The peacemaker sighed, and, turning, led his charges gently away. The crowd watched them as far as the "Three Fishers," and observing that they de tached themselves by force from their guide and friend, crossed the road and followed them In. the fact that the waiters are clothed In white and not In the traditional swallow-tall of their colleagues of the cafes and restaurants. There no money is taken by them. The waiter simply writes the amount on a slip of paper and the visitor pays at the counter as he goes out. Kranzler's has one advantage over the Cafe Bauer, and for that matter over every other cafe In Berlin In that it possesses a terrace. It is true that from a Paris point of view this "ter race" Is a very small affair, a single row of little tables, but at any rate those lucky enough to secure one can sit outside and watch the world go by. Kranzler's. like the Cafe Bauer, has Its scores of "Stammgaste." cus tomers who have taken the same re freshments at the same table, at the same hour for years past. Its dis appearance will undobutedly leave a blank In the life of the German cap ital. Both the Cafe Bauer and Kranzler's figure In the well-known picture by Herr Anton von Werner, "The De parture of King William for the Seat of War In 1870." This picture shows the future Emperor's carriage driving down Unter den Linden and the crowd thronging both the famous cafes giv ing him "Godspeed." To Prevent Fourth of July Accidents Duluth News-Tribune. A city in Iowa has found a simple and practical solution of the Fourth of July problem. Council Bluffs has totally elim inated accidents and fires from the cele bration of the National holiday, and tha scheme. In my belief, Is well worth adop tion. It worked to perfection last Fourth and would doubtless do so again. The method Is to make young America himself a policeman. From the 1st to the 5th of July each year the city swears in a squad of about 50 little boys and girls as special officers. It is the duty of these diminutive blue coats to see that there is no premature celebration of the Fourth, and also no dangerous celebration of the Fourth, and also no dangerous explosive used. They go about the task with the vim and vigor with which other youngsters commemo rate the day. The system was started several years ago, and since its inception there has not been a serious Fourth of July accident in the city, nor any fires due to the celebra tion of the holiday. The children are In terested In law and order and consider themselves the guardians of property, and In this manner are early inoculated in the spirit that makes good citizens. It is strange that th'e sensible and ef fective plan has not been taken up else where The same plan adopted for other celebrations, such as Labor and Decora tion Day, would prevent many drownings and other accidents. lghbors. We have some arrivals next door to our flat The Janitor says they are "swell." And well I am ready to think they're all that And something- more dreadful as well. They hammered and pounded week and no less. And now they are pounding; some more They're nailing their rugs to the celling. X guess. And the walls as well as the floor. They have a new auto that honks In the street. And my. how their bow-wows do bark! And phonographs sounds like dozen com plete Are going from dawn until dark. There's a big pianola that keeps up a noise With sometimes a fiddle between. And I'm sure that at least they have seven teen boys And an Infantile squalling machine. s ' "Whose 'ame Was Writ In Water." Xew York Sun. Had he been living then, would Keats have sung t'nlaurelled. poorly held of his own- time? Would not the esctacy of his pure rhyme Have swayed us utterly? Would we have (lung Thus meanly measured aims of praise have rung So faint an echo to that silver chime? We would havo loathed the fratricidal crime: Ah. yes and Keats would not have died thus young! "Had we been living then" Oh, foolish word. How false! We had done nowise else than they! A foregone son of song they honored so. As we this other: sums. uh, vision blurred. That looks, while some Keats dies unwept today. To later men to meet the debt we owe. T. Plenty of Time. The firecracker has one day To burn and maim and wound; The auto doesn't hustle so. It works the year around.
