I WISH Coal Oil Johnnie Rockefeller,
with .his dyspeptic stomach, could
go with me to a .Portland restaurant
where I eat sometimes. He would see
something that all his millions cannot
buy for him a healthy appetite and a
good digestive apparatus with which" to
back up the said appetite. I read the
other day that John D. had offered
$1,000,000 to anyone who could mend his
rotten old eating tank so he could fill
up on corn beef and cabbage and other
delicacies like us common ' folks. He
lives on raw eggs and boiled milk and
stewed fruits, now. With surgery so ad
vanced and successful In graft work,
there's a chance for some poor devil
with a too-natural appetite (and no
money in his Jeans to satisfy the appe
tite), to exchange his healthy stomach
and blue prints of its working hours for
John D.'s worn-out food reservoir and
rusty machinery, plus one bcautifu4, cool
million In clearing-house certificates.
"BIU.0 MB
There would .be only one trouble that I
can foresee John would be compelled to
haunt small, Inexpensive hash- Joints,
with occasionally a meal In a saloon
where you get a lovely stew with a big
foamy beer for 5 cents and Just think
how mortifying it would be for his valet
(that's French for a male mald. or his
private scratchetary to be obliged to
enter such places; places where they had
never been (well, that is since they en
tered John's employ). His new stomach,
with its insistent and regular calls,
would hanker after restaurant coffee:
after soup thick with beans, and for liver
and onions, and John's friends would be
shocked at his plebeian tastes. On the,
other hand, our other friend would soon
spend his million plunks in repairs for
John's old stomach and In keeping It
What May Be the Future of the Airship
Xotable Advance In Aeroplanes Steerable Balloons Have About Reached Their Limit.
THE year which has just come to a
close has marked a considerable ad
vance in the solving of the prob
lem of human flight. Particularly note
worthy has been the increase in interest
shown by the general public.
Not only has the steerable balloon been
developed to what may be nearly its high
est pitch, but the art of flying by purely
mechanical means has received a great
impetus through the experiments carried
on In various parts of the world, chiefly
those which have taken place ' in the
vicinity of Paris. Balloons, manned and
unmanned, steerable and drifting, aero
planes, gyroplanes, helicopters, rthopters
all have been dreamed of, planned,
built and tried. Some have flown, some
have not; in the former case, to the de
light of the aeronaut, and in the latter
to the edification of that class of scep
tics who possess the rare and infrequent
gift of hindsight.
At a cursory glance the dirigible balloon
might seem to have carried off the honors
for the year. Count Zeppelin's giant mon
strosity circumnavigated Lake Constance
several times during the month of August,
traveling on one occasion a distance of
220 miles and remaining in the air eight
hours.
1m Patrie, after being a source of enter
tainment for the French Cabinet Minis
ters and the chosen few of the army dur
ing the Summer, traveled 187 miles from
Paris to Verdun. The Null! Seeundus, the
British war balloon, performed wonders,
according to the London newspapers.
Beachey completed a full circle about the
Sacred Codfish enshrined in the Massa
chusetts State House.
In spite of thesn daring feats there is a
reverse side of the picture which must be
considered. The intrepid Beachey was
blown out to sea. whence he was rescued
from a watery grave by the combined ef
forts of two dories and a launch.
Like Frankenstein's monster. La Patrie,
scorning the hands which made her.
sailed majestically away. In emulation of
Christopher Columbus no doubt, to dis
cover America, occasioning no small com
motion In Ireland during a hasty visit;
while the poor old Nulli Seeundus suffered
a melancholy shipwreck In the Crystal
Palace grounds in London after an ar
duous trip of 25 miles from Aldershot.
Count Zeppelin, more careful than lis
contemporaries, has preserved his curios
ity Intact by keeping a vigilant watch
on the weather at all times.
The St. Louis balloon race, which oc
curred last October, was a great event
in aeronautical circles. Fired with en
healthy enough to eat stewed fruit and
boiled milk.
The restaurant I speak of is in a busy
part of Portland and Is always packed
during the meal hours, and you can see
people lunching at all hours of the day.
The room is large and at one side Is a
partitioned division. A large sign in
bilious blue with gorgeous red letters
renders the information that the recess
is reserved for ladies.
The floor Is mopped clean every day
usually Just at the closing hour of mid
night. The windows are clean on the
inside and when they get around to it,
they wash 'em outside, too.
The big window cases In front are
filled with savory cooked things, meats,
pies, custards, crullers things to temp
you as you go past.
Signs are everywhere tacked in rows
in the walls, In the windows and over
the cashier's desk. "Don't ask for cred
it,' is one that- strikes chill to many a
down-and-out follow. "We are not re
sponsible for umbrellas." Is the one that
makes you look quickly to see If your
TWO SINKERS A!D DRAW OXE IN
own Is safe beside you. "No checks
cashed"; that is to save themselves trou
ble' in more ways than one.
"We rake clearing-house ' certificates"
is a rcassuraing one. The others are
mostly itemized prices of certain things
you'd be apt to order. Just to save you
trying to decipher the villainously writ
ten menu I mean bill of fare. ,
The room Is heated In Winter by an
immense big stove, and lighted by gas
lights, day and night. I have never dis
covered exactly how it is ventilated. I
think each person must bring his own
required amount of air in with him. I
do know that the minute you step in
side your nostrils are assailed by the
doubtful combination of several kinds
of boiling meat odors, together with the
aroma of short-order cooking. Two big
thusiasm over the possibilities of the gas
bag in warfare. Captain Lovelace, from
the ciir of the winning balloon, the Ger
man Pommern. in a later ascent accom
plished the imaginary destruction of the
City of New York by dropping tons "of
imaginary explosives, a remarkable feat
under the circumstances, threatened as he
was by a battery of no less than six mil
lions of human eyes, with himself as the
sole target.
He also took real pictures of the forti
fications of the metropolis at the immi
nent risk of being interviewed by a
thousand daily papers. Neither did his
fears prove groundless, but meeting his
fate- boldly he passed unscathed through
the ordeal, with the result that his opin
ions are now set down In cold black and
white.
But Captain Lovelace is not the only
enthusiast. He is ably supported by no
less weighty an authority than. Dr. Ru
dolph Martin, a learned . German, who
declares that the science of war is to be
revolutionized by the balloon.
Dr. Martin pictures aerial' fleets dealing
death and destruction broadcast. The
armies and navies of the world in their
present Infantile stage will no longer ex
ist. Tremendous battles will be fought
above the clouds, and fearful' indeed will
be the slaughter.
There are, however, several difficulties
to be overcome before the dirigible bal
loon can become such a menace to the ex
istence of the human race as one might
be led to believe from the .horrors thrown
on the screen by the Captain and the doc
tor. One of these is the fact that this
form of aerial locomotion seems very
nearly to have reached its limit and with
out exhibiting any very encouraging
signs of being able to contend against ad
verse weather conditions, to which cause
may be laid the Patrte's defection and the
demise of the Nulll Seeundus, both, it
may be said In passing, military balloons.
Sad Indeed it would be to contemplate
one of these aerial terrors, loaded to the
brim with melinite shells, held back from
her prey by the mere fact that the wind
should happen to be blowing in the wrong
way at an unwonted rate, say 30 miles
an hour. Or perhaps, in case the wind
were favorable, going up in smoke when
a stray shot should strike her rather
prominent and unprotected magazine.
It Is refreshing to turn from the horrors
so faithfully depicted above to the more
peaceful but Infinitely more hazardous
aeroplane. Here at least Is found some
thing which shows progress.
Of course there have been untoward in
cidents during the year s experiments, as
when a French machine, with designs
THE SUNDAY OREGONIAX, PORTLAND, FEBRUARY 2, 1908.
And Waiters That One Sees and
Hears, and the Customers
Where You Get a Hearty Meal
For-Two.Bits
BY LEONE' CASS BAERj
IU.USTRATION.5 BY THE. AUTHORS '
electric fans are resting during the cooler
months, but will resume operations with
the first warm spell. (That reads like a
local In a country dally.)
In the middle of the room is a counter,
a sort of horseshoe effect, with a mov
able fly-back-and-catch-you seats and
several tall stools of the twine-your-legs-ardund-lhem
variety. This counter is pre
sided over by two damsels. Their figures
(Is It good form to say figures?) would
make Venus sit up and take particular
notice, and immediately invest in a
straight-front corset with upholstered
hips.
One of them Is a blonde, a fairy crea
ture whose footsteps make the dishes and
catsup bottles rattle like castanets. But
she is good natured and so Jolly looking
and the boys, as she dubs the male crea
tures who sit round the festive counter
all seem to enjoy having a word and
laugh with her. The other damsel is
haughty. and resents the camaTraderle of
her guests methlnk3 she is either mar
ried or stakestruck one Is as bad as the
other. She Is constantly pulling: her
belt down in front, and taking surrep
titious peeps in the mirror across the
counter. Her name is Edith, her part
ner in ple-doltng calls her Kdy; the
"boys" call her "Say, Ede," and I feel
THE DARK."
sure she signs herself Edythe. The
other one Is Sue Just plain old-fashioned
everyday Sue, and I'll bet her
letters from home begin "Dear Susie."
The other tables have men waiters
and there is a constant chatter and
bufts, often interspersed with laughs
and Jests and calls heard high above
the din and clatter of dishes.
Waiters are busy running In and out,
balancing loads on their arms that
would make . a professional Juggler go
way back and learn how. All over the
room small tables are arranged in hap
hazard fashion and you can rub el
bows with someone whom you fancy
is not quite as good as you are, but
is probably a darned sight better, or
you can be exclusive and sit in an
against the bodily and mental peace of its
owner, attempted to climb a tree near
the parade ground at Issy les Molineaux,
or when Blerlot narrowly escaped death
through his aeroplane collapsing In mid
air in a trial near the same place. Yet
it must be remembered that fllsht by me
chanical means is still In its infancy and
that the advance made during the past
year in this branch of aeronautics has
been marked by a most encouraging fea
ture. This lies in the fact that men are com
ing to realize that the way to fly is to
learn to fly Just as you and I learned to
ride a bicycle, except that we had the
experience of others, while the aviators
have had to blaze their own trail. Human
flight must come about gradually.
Machines are in existence today which
can be made with proper handling to
traverse tne air, and men are living who
with proper training can handle them.
The elements of success in the solution
of the problem are therefore within reach.
Of course this does not mean that the
type of machine is not important or must
not be Improved, Just as the safety bicy
cle was a great deal better than the six
foot high affair which caused a drain on
the supply of vinegar and brown paper
20 years ago.
The most interesting experiments in
aeroplane flight which took place during
the last year have, been those carried on
in and about Paris, chiefly at the pirade
ground at Issy. Throughout the last four
months trials there have been of almost
daily occurrence.
Various types have been tested: mono
planes, as in the case of Santos-Dumont
and Esnault-Pelterie, who is also the in
ventor of an ingenious motor designed to
give 35 horse-power with a weight of but
121 pounds; the'Langley type, with its two
pairs of wings, with which Blerlot has
experimented; the box kite efTect used by
Henri Farman in his memorable trials,
and many others combining qualities of
all three
Farman, beyond a doubt, accomplished
more- in aerial navigation during 1907
than any other aeronaut. Beginning his
trials in the latter part of the Summer,
he succeeded in extending the lengths of
his flights to a full kilometer about 1100
yards on November 9. a performance re
peated on December 90. In all attempts
to capture the Deutsch-Archdeacon prtze
of $10,000, Offered for the first aeroplane
flight of a kilometer in a closed circle,
he failed, being handicapped by the fail
ure of his motor to work properly, or by
unfavorable weather. On one occasion
he narrowly missed It. an unfortunate
veering of his machine as he rounded the
out-of-the-way corner, by. your lone
some, whichever you prefer.
Every table is covered with shiny
white oilcloth, wiped clean atter each
diner has left. (Well, yes, Molly, per
sonally I prefer damask, and. I'll admit
that very often the oilcloth is damp or
moist from a" too hurried wiping, but
up to the present, writing the restau
rant I speak of has not made a star
feature of damask cloths and napkins.
At least It is not on the boards, and
when I see it billed on the Bill Affair
1 11 tell you.'
."Well," you say, "they could have a
cheap grade of table covering."
Perhaps so perhaps so, Molly, but
really I prefer a nice shiny oilcloth
that can be wiped clean (and usually
it has time to dry well before your or
der comes), I prefer it. I say, to a table
cloth bearing self-evident reminders
and souvenirs of feeders gone before.
In my restaurant no. It's not really
mine. George I only wish it were; then
I could quit fhese pot-botlers and earn
some honest coin by boiling pots. And I
know what I would do first off as a sort
or inaugural feed, as it were. I would
invite every hungry, wistful-eyed kid In
this old Portland down to my shop and
I'd pack em up to that big counter and
around the shiny-topped tables, and I'd
let them eat: I'd top it off with pie or
begin It with 'pie. whichever they wanted,
and I would "all-hands-around" with ice
cream until every little beliy was full, and
then I'd shut up my feed house for a
day, write it up for the papers, and go
'round bragging to people of what I had
done, just like every one else does when
he performs a decent or humane act.
Oh. we are all alike, only some -of us
are more so. '
.
' But to return to our pork chops.
In this restaurant there is a bottle of
catsup right in the middle of each table,
flanked on one side by the salt and pepper
shakers and on the other by the heavy
weight sugar bowl. The salt Is usually
asleep and refuses to come through the
damned holes (Now. I knew you'd run
your eyebrows up into the roots Of your
pompadour when you reached that word
but J only mean that the-holes are
dammed with salt and every man who
has tried to shake a stopped-up shaker in
variably will use that wordin speaking
of It. I saw four men shake, pound
and pry with toothpicks at four respec
tive salt shakers whose contents were
lodged firmly and . stubbornly in the bot
tom of the shaker and refused to perform.
Then I saw a woman who had a similar
shaker solve (he problem by poking her
hatpin through the holes and bring out a
shower of salt. (Which does not prove
that women are sharper than men, but
only that they possess more material re
sources. Even if a man had thought of
using a pin. I don't know where he'd
have got it.) '
Besides the catsup bottle, the sugar
bowl and shakers, there is always a bot
tle of Lea & Perrin's. I know its Lea
& Perrin's. for it says so on the bottle,
although its contents bear as much re
semblance' to that fmed and warm con
diment as the brown and stained label
beai-3 to the pristinely new one or your
table at home. Of course, there's no
telling how many times the bottle has
been refilled, but we cat It and like it,
down at this restaurant. It is hot and
peppery, and. ding bust it, you can use
It and be a real sport 1f you want to, for
It don't come extra.
Then there's the Inevitable cracker bowl
and vinegar cruet of cut glass. (Mrs.
Newlyrtch wouldn't have known it-was
imitation if you hadn't gone and told it).
Tucked tight In the cenier of this array
is the mennu may-nu m'noo oh, well,
call it bill of fare.
Wouldn't the haughty coon waiter in the
further end of the course causing a wheel
to touch the ground..
Farman has. unlike most of his compet
itors, seemed to have almost perfect con
trol of the equilibrum of his aeroplane at
all times, alighting in every case without
destroying it, an untoward . conclusion
which has been the fate of many an avia
tor. His nearest approach to a serious
mishap occurred soon after his record
flight in November, when one of the
blades of his propeller snapped oft while
revolving at 1000 revolutions a minute,
but he escaped without injury,, either to
himself or to his machine.
Later in the same "month while trying
for the, aeroplane prize, Farman was
caught out in a stiff squall, but reached
shelter aafely. On this account, then, his
work is particularly noteworthy.
Outside of France there has been very
little worthy of attention accomplished in
aeroplane flight A vast amount of gray
matter has been expended in America,
airship companies have been formed and
many inventors have told what they were
going to do, but notwithstanding all this
prodigious activity nothing has been dona
in the way of actual flight.
Interest in the subject did not come to a
head until after the balloon race from St.
Louis, and in our climate Winter experi
ments are unpleasanV So perhaps an
other year may' bring something about
here really worth while.
In a discussion of this subject the
Wright brothers must not be passed over
without mention, but as they have been
talking now for two years and doing
nothing in public to substantiate their
assertions they are facing just at present
a decided Missourian aspect on the part
of the public.
A factor which will no doubt greatly
stimulate the development of the aero
plane in this country is the issuance of
contract specifications for a machine for
army use by the War Department. As
stated in the announcement, the aero
plare to be accepted by the Government
must be much further advanced than anyT
thing yet seen in public, for It must
carry two men, and must make a flight
of an hour's duration.
The advantages of such a machine in
warfare would .be .considerable, not
enough to change the entire art, as the
exponents of the vaunted dirigible would
have people believe, but sufficient toiaid
materially in the detection of an enemy's
movements. As pointed out by Admiral
Chester's article lately contributed to the
American Magazine of Aeronautics, an
aeroplane would form a valuable adjunct
to a fleet, being able to detect and report
from its superior altitude the courses of
hostile submarines. ' - ;
Aeroplanes are under construction in
Paris today for sale at a price of $6000,
no more expensive than a good motor car.'
That these will find a ready sale and that
others like them will also be disposed of
is certain.
grille just turn white if you ordered
"Adam and Eve on a raft?" And that is
every-day restaurant lingo for two
poached eggs on toast. And if you were
to tell the landlady in your exclusive and
elegant boarding-house that you wanted.
Adam and Eve shipwrecked for break
fast she would 'swoon. And when she
came out of it and you attempted to ex
plain, telling her you only meant for her
to slaughter two in the pan; she would
Immediately throw another Jit. and all-It
means is that you like scrambled eggs
for breakfast. They say It that .way all
the time in- my restaurent and no one
swoons. . 1
And wouldn't the waiter just about fall
dead and everyone stare If you said in
some swell restaurant, "Bring me two
sinkers and draw one in the dark." Trans-
lated, that means you want two dough
nuts and one cup of cofTee minus cream.
If you and your lady fron' went into a
fashionable joint, and after you had set
tled yourself, and she had put her elbowij
on the damask and her hands and profile
posed like a Gibson picture, so consciously
unconscious and the waiter bent low to
ascertain whether you wanted soup, and
after consulting your vis-a-vis you said
you'd tackle some; now wouldn't it Jar
you if he straightened up and sent back
a -call through. -his hollowed palm in a
voice loud enousrh to wake a policeman,
"Gimme two bowls." Now wouldn't you
be startled. But lo, you're too finicky;
that's the way they give the soup calls
in my hash joint and no one Is startled.
And if your wife called you up and
said for you to hurry home, and that she
was going to have Shorty Brown for din-
Exciting Elk Hunt in the Nehalem 'Mountains
How Three Men, Aided by a Dog, Laid Low. an Entire Family, One at a Time.
BY B. A. CHILDERS.
TO THE keen sportsman who spends
his time in a musty office of a
great city, there come visions of
somber mountains, holding deep, rugged
canyons, where the deer and elk roam, in
all their graceful beauty and freedom. To
him comes a memory of long ago. A" lien
in the company of three kindred spirits
he spent a jolly outing In the Alsea
Mountains in Benton County, and. in
fancy, he is lying snugly conpeated be
hind a log in the gray dawn of a Summer
morning, near a lick waiting for the ap
pearance of the antlered moaatc.'i which
he intends to shoot from ambush.
The buck came, silently, as a spirit
drifting on the wings of the morning,
and, alas, that I as a truthful chronicles
must record It! came also the "buck
ague." Try as he would the ou.-uer could
not get his gun trained on that elk. Wig
wag, Wobble, went the gun, and the deer,
having an eye on the man behind it, de
liberately walked walked, mind ou
away into the dense forest ar.d disap
peared with a snort of deris-on.
The man who lay behlti the log on
that sweet June morning 40 long ajro,
has made himself a name .13 one of the
ablest lawyers on the Pac'fic Coast, and
among the stories he tells is not the one
of that deer he did not kill. Neither
does he tell of mistaking the Willamette
Valler for a canyon, when it burst on his
Bight as he rounded a . lofty mountain
peak. ' "Say." he yelled to his compan
ion, as "beautiful Villa-nette" spread
like a grand panorama before nira, "what
darn canyon is that?"
But I did not intend to refer to these
pleasant reminiscences, but rather to tell
of an elk hunt in the Nehalem woods;
'bift this hunt recalls those other happy
days, arid like my friend. I, in my retro
spection, forgot the deer.
The. 15th of September had been long
anticipated by' three of us in this sec
tion of the country. We had been keep
ing tab on two bands of elk, and felt
sure we could locate either band within
a few hours. One band ranged the head
waters of the North. Nehalem; the other
spent its time hi the vicinity of a lake
in Township 4. It was up to us to locate
one of these bands, then follow the trail
until we found the animals. This is no
easy task, and the man who succeeds
must have the tenacity of a bulldog and
muscles of steel. He must beat his way
through tangled underbrush and elk
briars, over fallen logs often ten feet
from the ground, and must be self-confident
and sure-footed as a wild goat. He
her, you would be a nervous wreck try
ing to place the fellow In your memory
and affections, until you reached . home
and found, she had only used restaurant
French for short ribs of beef with brown
gravy.
I saw you, John Henry, wrapped
around a stool with your face buried
in a plate of corn beef and cabbage,
with a side order of pork and beans,
and I'll w"ager it tasted better than
some of those messes your wife serves
up under the mistaken idea that she is
a born cook. By the way John Henry's
order was yelled: "Gimme an Irish tur
key an' a side o Spokane. You d al-
most have to use a Rosetta Stone to
translate that. (No, Agnes, this is. not
the Miss Stone who was captured by
the missionaries.)
It may be of interest to know that
"Spokane" is used instead of "pork
an'" which is the abbreviated form
of pork and beans.
(Yes. Nina, I think It's real cute and
friendly of Spokane not to get real
mad about it.) ,
"Cape Cod turkey,' Is bur odorifer
ous friend codfish, and a call for a
"ribber" means a rib steak. "Veal
with" means to come on with veal and
dressing. "Veal without" means to
bring it in nude. (That la a word Miss
Schoolgirl has added to her vocabu'
lary since she reads that lovely Thaw
trial.)
"Once in the rubber necks," is not a
must neither talk nor whistle, unless he
can imitate the whistle of an elk, and
he must be willing to lie out over night,
camping on the elk trail when he finds
it, and he must hunt against the wind if
possible, for the instant an elk scents
a hunter the show is over and skldoo is
next in order. One may crash through
the brush regardless of noise and the elk
will pay no attention to him, thinking
it made by one of the band,- but let him
talk or whistle, and poof! they are gonU.
On Sunday, the loth, a man came over
the trail from the Necanlcum and re
ported that a band of elk had crossed
the trail -near the summit, going north
east. This left nothing more to be de
sired. Early, but not bright, for it was rain
ing to beat the band. Monday morning
we were up and away.
Traveling a distance of something over
two miles, we reached the point where
the elk had crossed the trail. The heavy
rains had almost obliterated the track3.
but the faint impressions left were suf
ficient to guide us in the right direction,
and hopefully we started- to follow the
trail. The wind was not ull that could
be desired, but, like the little boy. it wao
the best wa Could do. so we pressed qp
eagerly. -
We had ' gone perhaps a half mile
through the worst Jungle I ever saw.
when "huBh!" came a sound to .the left
of us. An elk had sighted us and was
signalling to the others that dancer was
near.
. WTe stood motionless, gazing in the di
rection from which the eound came, wait
ing for its repetition. It came almost
lnrtantly and we descovered a magnificent
bull standing on the hillside about two
hundred yards away. Three guns sprang
to shoulders and three shots were fired,
which seemed as one. The elk never
moved, but seemed to regard us with
the utmost indifference. Three more shots
were fired, when the elk wheeled and at
a plngle bound was out of sight.
We began to feel like the man behind
the log, but the tenseness was removed
by hearing two more "buhs" from an
other direction, and a careful scrutiny
revealed a cow and a calf something
over 100 yards away. The calf fell at
the first fire, but the cow sprang into the
brush and disappeared. Here was meat
any way, with a good chance to get the
cow or bull, as we felt sure both were
wounded. -
Sharkey, the best elk dog in the
world, had been put on the trail of the
bull, so we turned our attention to the
cow. We found her within fifty yards
of where she stood when shot. Becom
WOULDN'T YOC FALL DEAD.
3
flTilR
slangy reference to our cousin from St.
John as one might Infer, but is sinr
ply an order for razor-neck clams.
When you hear tho term "railroad"
yelled after an order, you may know
that some one Is in a deuce of a
hurry and has said so.
Until the noon hour, in my restau
rant you can hear calls for "a stack
o' hats" or "a stack o' bucks."-referring
respectively to batter and buck
wheat cakes.
Spring that on Mary Jane some time.
The people in my restaurant haven't
read Eleanor Glynn's atrocity; the?
talk "union' and socialism and "why
Annie lost her job," and "how tired
they are" (and poor devils they look
it) and the paramount question down
there now is that of how our grand
old United States is going to get rid
of the festering Japanese ulcer in her
side.
They have their opinions oh. Lord,
yes and. aren't afraid to speak them
out.
So. Mr. Blase Old Goat and Miss Fail
ing Appetite, if I'm ever unlucky
enough to have to take you out to
dine, you may as well refuse before
hand, unless yoil want to eat with me .
in my comfy, unpretentious restau
rant, with its oili-lotk table covers,
and unbreakable china, where I get a
great nice thick juicy steak smothered
In onions, and a pot of coffee and a side
of spuds and stewed prunes to top off
with all for two bits.
ing faint she had lain down and whllo
struggling to her feet on our approach,
the man in the fead shot her in the
head, killing her instantly.
This made two and we were feeling
pretty good. Our pleasure was in
creased when we heard Sharkey bay
ing, for we knew he had the bull
stopped and we felt sure of him.
Two of us turned our attention to
dressing the cow and calf, while
Sharkey's owner went for the bulL In'
less than half an hour we heard two.
shots fired in quick succession; then a
faint hallo and we knew the bull was
ours. He Was a magnificent eight-point
buck and dressed fully 500 pounds.
This, with the cow and calf, gave us
about 1600 pounds of meat, fat and
Juicy, fit for the table of a king.
The next day all the men and boys
on the river went after meat. A trail
was cut to the main trail and "every
one was busy carrying meat to a point
where it could be packed on horses
and taken into the settlement. No
meat was wasted; no bones carried out.
Everybody in the settlement had fresh
meat and plenty of it. The bull had
five bullets In him, three of them hav
ing gone through his neck without
touching a. bone. but giving him
wounds from which he would have died
and been lost only for Sharkey. A
good dog, trained to still hunt, is ab
solutely necessary in successful elk
hunting, as ft is almost impossible to
get a wounded elk without a dog. A
bull elk will not run far when chased
by a dog. but will stop to fight, thus
giving the hunter a chance to kill it
which he would not otherwise have.
The Uoor or Bread.
Stately and fair, with tpir and pillars
gleaming.
The great catbedral grew
Into the vision that the master' dreaming
Art Quickened snlrit knew.
There flpeniedno beauty that the utmost ions
Ins Found unfulfilled;
But one u-hoe soul all white stoled thoughts
were thronging.
Spake what God willed:
"Here In this temple raised to heaven'a glory
Worship and service wed,
As in a niche amid the shadows hoary
We build a door of Bread."
Through the Ions yar how many heavy
hearted
Have blesjed that gracious dole.
Received the loaf and gratefully departed
To feed some hungrier soul!
In the vast temple of our earth's rejoicing,
With fair ihrlnf?t for the dead.
And heavenly music each pure passion voic
ing. Have we no Door of Kread?
Ada Foster Murray.