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.