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ITS ALL. RIGHT. Tou can put the
Teddy stgn on anything you read In
the papers about matrimony's bein a
lout art. and collectin affinities behV the
latest fad; for the plain, straight, old.
love-honor-and-cherish business Is still In
the ring-. I have Pinckney's word for It.
and Pinckney ought to know. Oh. yes,
he's an authority bow. Sure, It was
Miss Cierty. """le twin tamer. And. say.
what do you suppose they did with that
gift pair of terrors. Jack and Jill, while
they was makin' the weddln tour? Took
em alonir. Honest, they travels for ten
weeks with two kids, five trunks and a
couple of maids.
"You don't look like no honeymoon
couple." says I. when I meets 'em la
Jersey City. "I'd take you for an ex
ploring party.
We are." savs Pinrkney. grlnnln .
"We've been exploring the western part
of the United States. We have discov
ered Colorado Springs, the Tosemlte, and
a lot more very interesting places all
over again. "
"You'll be makin" a new map. I ex
pect." says I.
And I've been tryin ever since to figure
out whether or no that's a knock. Now
and then I l.as a suspicion that Plnckney'a
acquired some new bug since he's been
out through the aifalta belt; but maybe
his Idea of the West's bein- such a great
place only comes from the fact that
Herty was produced there. Perhaps It s
all he says too; but I notice he seems
mighty glad to get back to Main-st., N.
y. You'd thought so if you'd seen the
way he trails me around over town the
Mist day after he lands. We was on the
so from noon till one A. Jt., and his cab
Dill must have split a twenty up fine.
What tickles me, though. Is that he's
tlie same old Pinckney. only more so.
Jioln married don't seem to weigh no
heavier on his mind than Jolnln another
club. So. Instead of me losln" track of
htm altogether, he shows up here at the
ftudio oftener than before. And that's
how it was he happens to be on hand
when this overgrown party from the ham
orchard blows in.
Just at the minute, though. Pinrkney
was back In the dressin" room, climbln
Into his frock coat after our little half
hour session on the mat; so Swtftjr Joe
and me was the reception committee.
As the door opens I looks up to see
shout seven foot of cinnamon brown plaid
cloth. a little the homeliest stuff I ever
see used for clothes. a red and green
necktie, a face the color of a ripe tomato,
and one of these buckskin tinted felt hats
on top of that. Measurln from the peak
of the Stetson to the heels of his No. 14
Ctnderellas. he must have been some un
der ninety inches, but not much. And
l has ail the grace of a water tower.
Whoever tried to build that suit for him
must have got desperate and cut It out
with their eyes shut, for It tit him only in
spots, and them not very near together.
Hut what can you do with a pair of
knock-knees and shoulders that slope like
a hip roof?
Not expectin' any freaks that day, and
bein' too stunned to make any crack on
our own hook, me and Swlfty does the
silent yawp, and waits to see If it can
talk. For a minute he looks like he can t,
lie Just stands there with his mouth half
open, grinnin' kind of sheepish and good
natured, as If we could tell what be want
ed just by his looks. Kin lly I breaks the
spell.
"Hello. Sport." says I. "If you see
anv dust on top of that chandelier, don't
mention It."
Me don't make any reply to that, just
grins a little wider; so 1 gives him a
ne w d al.
You II find Huber's Museum down on
llth-st.." says I. "Or have you got a
Howe-v engagement
This seems to twist him up sun more.
The Tenderfoot
AYfint a Man With Fncrgjr and
KT WAI.L.IS NASH.
FEW days ago an old friend
hrought me a letter from his
brother a recent arrival from a
middle, state and this was the question
lie set me;
"Tell me your brother's circumstances."
said I: "What brought him to Oregon?
What family has he. and how much
money can he spend?" My friend ans
wered; "He was a farmer in that prairie
state, hut moved to a city, lost most of
his money, brought to Oregon his wife
and four husky hovs, between 11 and IT
years of age, and has about JeOO to
spend."
'Whereabouts is the homestead lie Is
thinking of'." said 1.
"In on of the southern coast counties."
he ansuc r.i. "at'out four mil-s back from
Hi" ooaii. nine miles north from his trad
ing noim. an. I two miles by trail from the
oast ro.i.l that lie lias to travel to get
to town.''
"Is tae tourilry lound settled up?"
i .-. !.. told me lliere quite a
community of recent jo lliers and more
coni'lK in nil the time."
"Now. for t ie letter: let us hear how
1... puts ii." An.l h. iv Is the gist of the
l.tt.r. for I iii'l a copy of it:
1 will i- 1! you al.oul the land. It is
l.eneh liii-.l. l em-lif s containing from
thr.-o to ii acres. Almost l.'vel. unil
group, I tnat l.i s so it can easily be
culti.iteil. There is s.mie nn-k, but not
nioiiKii to liotl.cr anil it is covered with a
il ii.-- growth or aider and some vine
maple. The gioilud is very productive,
as was shown ly what we saw of the
l..:ni when we Moppeil oxer a day with a
new rancher near l. Tifs man had a
irawberry r-.tih of 17 rows of 23 hills
..ich. He sold '. sallons this first s.'a
on. ami did not count the amount con
sumed by the i.iniil. He also has two
rows of I.ocanherries. measuring 51 feet
a -Ii. and he sol. I i:. gallons from these
litis, the tirst. crop. I saw him dig three
1 Ills of poiatoes. tine hill contained nine
tubers thai weighed 11 pounds, another
hill contained 11. that weighed 11 pounds;
another K eijj'it inches in length. All
these were Miiooth and nice. He also
1 ad other truck and all as equally perfect
as those s:al-d ahove. tine could make
H livirg on bees here."
"Well, now." said my friend, "what
shall I t.'.l him to do?"
"Io? Why. pet to the county seat
as quick as he can anil pay his eleven
dollars before someone else gets in ahead
of himl What more doess he want? I
know that country, though not the spe
ciaJ tract he has In mind. The climate
N good mild in Summer and Winter,
and not too much rain. He will find
a spring or a little creek in every can
yon, and he cmii bring the purest of pure
water to his d'or. He and his four boys
can slash an acre a day of alder and
a ins maple brush, and when it is burned
In the windrows he can sow clover and
grass on the ashes and haee good pas
ture the very next year."
"Can't you give him some pointers
hew best to start in? He knows nothing
of that brush country; everything Is new
to him here."
I told him I would write something he
could send to his brother. As I sat
down to write it cam to me that of the
thousands of newcomers to Oregon there
must be many a one facing the same
questions. Not every on" has four stout
boys, willing to work, end many come
from ciiy life In factory and shop. How
strange to them to be s. t down in the
wilderness, everything to make, and no
BY -TCWELL FORD:
but It pulls the cork. "Excuse me,
friends." says "ne; "but I'm tryin' to
round up an eatin' house that used to be
hereabouts."
"Eatin' house V says I. 'If you mean
the Irjed egg parlor that was on the
ground floor, that went out of business
months ago. But there's lots more just
as good around on Sixth avenue, and
some that carry stock enough to fill you
up part way. I guess."
"I wa n t lookin' to grub up Just yet."
says he. "I was huntin' for for some
one that worked there."
And, say. you wouldn't have thought
anv one with a natural sunset color like
that could lay on a blush. But he does,
and It's like throwln' the red calcium on
a hrlck wall.
"Oh. tush, tushl" says I. "You don't
mean to tell me a man of your size Is
trailin' some Lizzie Maud?"
He cants his head on one side, pulls
out a blue silk handkerchief and begins
to wind It around his forefinger like a
bashful kid that s been caught passin' a
note In school.
"Her her name's Zylphlna." saya he
"Zvlphina Beck."
"Gee:" says I. "Sounds like a new kind
of music box. No relation. I hope?"
"Not yet," says he, swingin' his shoul
ders; "but we've swapped rings."
"Of all the cut-ups:" says I. "And
Just what part of the plowed fields do
you ana zvipmna nan iroin:
"Why. I'm from Hoxie." says
though that told the whole story.
'Do tell!" says I. "Is that
station or Just a four corners?
he, as
a flag
Some-
where In Ohio, ain't it?"
"Sheridan County. Kansas." says he.
"Well, well:" says I. "Now 1 can ac
count for your sixe. Have to grow tall
out there, don't you. sos not to get lost
in the wheat patch?"
Ssay. for a Josh consumer he was tho
easiest ever. All he does Is stand there
and grin, like he was the weak end of a
variety team. But It seems a shame to
crowd a wlllin' performer: so I was Just
tellln' him he'd better go out and hunt
up a city directory In some drugstore,
when Plnckney shows up. lookin' inter
ested. "There:" says I. "Here's a man now
that'll lead you straight to Zylphlna In
no time. Plnckney. let me make you
acquainted with Mister er "
"Cobb." says the Hoxle gent, "Wilbur
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"From out West." I puts ln. glvln
Plnckney the nudge. "He's yours."
It ain't often I has a chance to unload
anything like that on Plnckney, so I
rubs It In. The thoughts of him towin"
around town a human extension like
this Wilbur strikes Bwlfty Joe so hard
that he most has a chokin' fit.
But you never know what turn Plnck
ney'a goin' to give to a Jolly. He don't
even crack a smile, but reaches up and
hands Mr. Cobb the cordial shake. Just
as though he'd been a pattern sized gent
dressed accordln' to the new Fall styles.
Ah!" saya Plnckney, "I'm very glad
to meet any one from the West- What
state. Mr. Cobb?"
And Inside of two minutes he a gettln
all the details of this Zylphina hunt,
from the ground up. includin" an outline
of Wilbur's past life.
Seems that Wilbur's got his first start
In Maine; but way back before he could
remember much his folks had moved to
Kansas on a homestead. Then, when
Wilbur tossled out, he takes up a quar
ter section near Hoxie and goes to corn
farmln- for himself, raisin' a few hogs as
a side line. Barrjn bein' caught in a
cvclone or two, and gettin' elected Junior
kazook of the Sheridan County Grange,
nothln' much happened to Wilbur, until
one day he took a car ride as far west
as Colby Junction.
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$500 May Do In Oregon.
stores to run to for bread and milk, and
meat and vegetables. No roof to cover
them until they set it up and around
them the vast silence of the hills. But
In the background of their thoughts is
the pressing sense that they have cast
their last die. Their little store holds
but few dollars now. If they fail, if all
dribbles out before the turn comes of
incoming, not outgoing what then.
But they need not fail. And if their
strength and training Is not at first
equal to the task new friends will help.
Here In Oregon we are kindly folk, and
the neighbors even If five miles away
will share, with labor and advice, seeds
and plants, here a young pig. now a
setting of eggs, maybe a ham of deer
meat or a quarter of a sheep.
The first thing is. of course, a home.
A good-sized tent is easily carried, and
It takes but few boards to lay a floor and
build up the sides to where the tent
roof meets them. A camp stove will
last, under shelter, for many a month,
till the cabin is built and the cookstove
installed. The building spot should be
carefullv chosen. See to It that there
shall be a clear lookout, and If possible a
distant view when the brush Is cleared
awav. Kut find a spring or little creek
above It. whence pure water may be
led In home-made troughs, from the split
trees, to the very door. .
Then the garden spot below it. A
hundred vaids by fifty will not take long
to clear of roots and trash, and the first
year's supply of family food is well in
sight Steai time enough for a little
log chicken house, and fix the door so
that, shut in at night. Mr. Skunk will
prowl around In vain. Take the neigh
bor's hint, and set out some strawber
ries and Loganberries quick moneymak
ers as the next Summer will show. An
other hint: One colony of bees in out
hills will fill three supers before the Fall
rains set In. and two for the beemaster
and one for the bees, yield 48 pounds of
the finest, sweetest honey In the world
for family or market.
One mistake the new settler often
makes Is to take in from the "outside"
cows and horses before they have food
to winter them. In every hill ranch
that I know anything about a creek bot
tom can be found where the grass grows
lush and thick, and the herbage never
fails Fence this in with roueh poles,
be it but an acre, and with this to fall
back on the one family cow can be
ventured on. Horses can wait for a
vear till the first pasture field can be
fenced in. But the family cow her bell
sounds cheerfully in the dusk when the
children go to fetch her In for the even
ing's milking. Her milk overpays for
all the trouble. By all means choose one
from the neighborhood, used to rustle for
her food in the thickets and on the hill
sides around.
rough life? Truly; but a healthy and
happv one for Oregon Is kind. Each
month Is marked by solid progress to
ward the time of incoming from the
ranch. A neighbor of mine who has tried
it all through says that after the first
year thirty dollars In money Is all he
needed to provide for himself, his wife
and child from sales of stuff he raised
beyond what the ranch returned him for
the family needs. So the 1500 my friend s
brother had In hand should be full pro
vision for the homesteader's necessi
ties. Quaint Ideas In Jewelery.
Girls are quite enthusiastic over the
return to fashion of an old English
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phina. She was jugslin stop-over ra
tions at the railroad lunch counter. Men
must have been mighty scarce around
the Junction, or else she wants the most
she can get for her money; for, as she
passes Wilbur a hunk of petrified pie
and draws him one muddy, with two
lumps on the- saucer, she throws In a
smile that makes him feel like he'd
stepped on a live third rail.
Accordln" to his tale he must have hung
around that counter all day, eatin
through the pie list from top to bottom
and buck again, until It s a wonder nia
svstem ever got over the shock. But
Zylphlna keeps tollln' htm on with goo
goo eyes and giggles, sayin' how It does
her good to see a man with a nice
heartv appetite, and befcre It come time
for him to take the night train back
they'd got real well acquainted. He finds
out her first name, and how she's been
a whole orphan since she was goln on
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After thnt Wilbur makes the trip to
Colby Junction reglar every Sunday,
and they'd got to the point of talkin
about settln' the day when she was to
become Mrs. Cobb, when -Zylphlna gets
word that an aunt of hers that kept a
boardin' house In Fall Kiver. Massachu
setts, wants her to come on Kast right
away. Aunty has some kind of heart
trouble that may finish her any minute,
and, as Zylphlna was the nearest rela
tion she had, there was a show of her
bein heiress to the whole joint.
Course, Zylphlna thinks she ought to
tear herself loose from the pie counter;
but before she quits the junction her and
Wilbur takes one last buggy ride, with
the reins wound around the whip socket
most of the way. She weeps on Wilbur's
shirt front, and says no matter how far
off she Is, or how long she has to wait
for him to come, she'll always be hls'n
on demand. And Wilbur says that Just
as soon as he can make the corn and
hog vineyard hump Itself a little more,
he'll come.
So Zylphina packs a shoe box full of
fried chicken, blows two months wages
Into a yard of yellow railroad ticket and
starts toward the cotton mills. It's a
couple of months before Wilbur gets any
letter, and then it turns out to be a
hard luck tale, at that. Zylphina has
found out what a lime tastes like. She's
discovered that the Fall River aunt
hasn't anything more the matter with
her heart than the average landlady and
that what she'd fell heiress to is only a
chance to work IS hours a day for her
board. So she's disinherited herself and
Is about to make a bold Jump for New
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NEW YORK, Nov. 2S. (Special.) These are the first pictures received in
this country illustrating the recent marriage of Prince August Wilhelm, the
Kaiser's third son, to Princess Alexandra. The young couple rode in the
great bridal coach of gold, which Is brought out only for royal functions and
all the old traditions of the occasion were observed, even to the distribution
of the bride's garter. It is not really the bride's garter which Is given
away. Slips of silk ribbon are substituted for it.
method of forming mottoes with stones.
It has been done in England, from peas
ant to royalty, for centuries. Recently
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SAYS ZYLPHINA, "WHEN DID YOU
Tork, which she liked the looks of as
she came through, and. she'll write more
later on.
It was later about six months. Zyl
phlna says she's happy and hopes Wil
bur is the same. She's got a real elegant
Job as cashier In a high-toned. 25-cent
reg'lar meal establishment and all in
the world she has to do is sit behind a
wire screen and make change. It's dif
ferent from wearln" an apron, and the
gents what takes-their food there steady
"Ohl Wilbur," Says She. "I'm Yours.
treats her like a perfect lady. New
York Is a big place, but she's gettin' so
she knows her way around quite well
now, and It would seem funny to go
back to a little one-horse burg like
Colby.
And that's all. Nothln about bein
Wilbur's on demand or anything of that
kind. Course, It's an antique old yarn;
but it was all fresh to Wilbur. Not bein
much of a letter-writer, he keeps on
fecdin' the hogs punctual and hoein' the
corn, and waitln' for more news. But
there's nothin" doln.
it lapsed In favor, but has come back
wit h a swirl.
The ring that Alexandra gar to King
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HIT BROADWAY?"
"Then," says he, "I got to thlnkin' and
thlnkin", and this Fall, being as how I
was coming as far East as Chicago on
a shipper's pass. I reckons I'd better
keep right on here, hunt Zylphina up
and take her back with me."
The way he tells it was real earnest,
and at some points them whey-colored
eyes of his moistens up good an" uewy;
but he finishes strong and smllln'. You
wouldn't guess, though, that any corn
fed romance like that would stir up such
a blood as Pinckney? A few months
back he wouldn't have listened farther'n
the preamble: but now he couldn't have
been more Interested if this was a case
of Romeo Astor and Juliet Dupeyster.
"Shorty," says he. "can't we do some
thing to help Mr. Cobb find this young
lady?"
"Do you mean It." says I, "or are you
battln' up a Josh?'
He means It, all right. He spiels off a
lot of gush about the joy of unitin' two
lovin' hearts that has got strayed; so I
asks Wilbur if he can furnish any de
scription of Zylphlna. Sure, he can.
He digs up a leather wallet from his in
side pocket and hands out a tintype of
Mis3 Beck, one of these portraits framed
in pale pink paper, taken by a wagon
artist that had wandered out to the
Junction.
Judgin' by the picture. Zylphlna must
have been a sure-enough prairie rose.
She's wearln' her hair loose over her
shoulders and a genuine Shy Ann hat,
one of those ten-inch brims with the
front pinned back. The pug nose, and the
big mouth wa'n't just after the Venus
model; but it's likely she looked good
to Wilbur. I takes one squint and hands
It back.
"Nix. never!" says I. "I've seen lots
of fairies on Forty-econd street, but
none like that Put It bai over your
heart, Wilbur, and try an ad. in the lost
column."
But Plnckney ain't wlllin' to give up
so easy. He says how Mr. Cobb has
come more'n a thousand miles on this
tender mission, and it's up to us to do
our best towards helping him along. I
couldn't see Just where we was let Into
this affair of Wilbur's; but as Pinckney's
so set on it. I begins battln' my head
for a way of thlnkin" up the trail.
And it's wonderful what sleuth work
you can do Just by usin' the phone lib
eral. First I calls up the agent of the
bulldln', and finds that the meal fact'ry
has moved over on Eighth-ave. Then I
gets that number and brings Zylphina's
old boss to the wire. Sure, he remem
bers Miss Beck. No. she ain't with him
Edward when they were married spelLs
Ills familiar urine, "Bertie." with colored
stones. This idea has been followed by
English men and women of high and
low degree since that long-ago royal mar
riage, but Americans are now taking it
up with avidity.
Bracelets and rings are mounted In this
way. The method is to use gems the nrst
letters of which commnea lorm a name
thai ami.nrflnnq stones
easy to get, and are not expensive, girls
can find it within their purse limit to set
a ring or a bracelet in tfiis manner.
The -word "hope," for instance, is a
tA ..iHnff Tt. eontjilns a hvacinth.
pearl ana emeraia. i om
luck" is also popular. It is made from
a lapislazull, TJralian emerald, catseye
and a kyanlte.
The most old-fashioned of these is a
bracelet forming the word "regard." This
Is made up from a ruby, emerald, garnet,
aquamarine, ruby and diamond.
One Point of Contact.
Chicago News.
He has a few unpleasant ways.
Against the bonds of friendship straining.
An ugly temper he displays.
Of which I hear some folks complaining.
But my affection he's been gaining;
I really like him vry much.
Eo long as 'ne's m. live remaining
He's always sure to stand a touca.
Ha hardly ever sees a Joke
And never smiles at Its relation.
He also hates tobacco smoke
And lectures me on Inhalation.
With a defective education.
His grammar simply beats the Dutch.
But one thing meets my approoation
He's always sure to stand a touch.
X love to meet that man. Indeed.
To do eo always gives me pleasure.
For truly he's a friend in need
In that respect he's a treasure.
When all his benefits I measure
I would that there were many euch.
His presence soon relieves the pressure
He's always sure to stand a touch.
HOXIE, KANSAS
now. He thinks she took a course in
manlcurin', and one of the girls says she
heard of her doin" the hand-holdin act
In an apartment hotel on West Thirty
fifth street. After three tries we has
Zylphlna herself on the phone.
"Guess who's here." says I.
"That you. Roland?" says she.
"Aw, pickles!" says I "Set the calen
dar back a year or so and then come
again. Ever hear of Wilbur, from
Hoxie, Kan.?"
Whether it was a squeal or a snicker,
I couldn'l make out: but she was on.
As I couldn't drag Wilbur up to the re
ceiver, I has to carry through the talk
myself, and makes a date for him to
meet her in front of the hotel at 6:30
that evenin', when the day shift of nail
polishers goes off duty.
"Does that suit, Wilbur?" says I.
Does it? You never saw so much pure
Joy spread over a single countenance
as what he flashes up. He gives me
a grip I can feel yet and the grin that
opens his face was one of these reg-lar
ear connectors. Pinckney was tickled,
too, and it's all I can do to get him off
one side where I can whisper confiden
tial. "Maybe It nin"t struck you yet," says
I. "that Zylphina's likely to have
changed some in her ideas of what a
honey boy looks like. Now Wilbur's all
right In his way: but ain't he a little
rugged to spring on a lady manicure that
hasn't seen bim for some time?"
And when Plnckney comes to take a
close view, he agrees that Mr. Cobb is a
trifle fuzzy. "But we can spruce him
up." says Plnckney. "There are four
hours to do it in."
"Four weeks would Tje better." says I;
"it's considerable of a contract."
That don't bother Pinckney any. He's
got npthing else on hand for the after
noon, and he can't plan any better sport
than improvin' Wilbur's looks so Zyl
phina's first impresston'll be a good one.
He begins by makin' Wilbur peel the
cinnamon brown costume, drapin' him In
a couple of bath robes, while Swifty
talces the suit out to one of these pants-pressed-while-you-wait
places. When it
comes back with creases In the legs, he
hustles Wilbur into a cab and starts for
a barber shop.
Say, I don't suppose Cobb'll ever know
it; but If he'd been huntin' for expert
help along that line, he couldn't have
tumbled Into better hands than he did
when Pinckney gets Interested in his
case. When they floats in again, along
about 6 o'clock, I hardly knows Wilbur
for the same party. He's) wearin' a long
black ulster that covers up most of the
plaid nightmare; he's shook the woolly
lid for a Fall block derby, he's had his
face scraped and powdered and his neck
ringlets trimmed up; and he even sports
a pair of yellow kids and a silver-headed
stick.
"Gosh!" saya I. "Looks like you'd
run him through a finishing machine.
Why, he'll have Zylphina after him with
a net."
"Yes." says Pinckney. "I fancy he'll
do now.'
As for Wilbur, he only looks good
natured and happy. Course. Pinckney
wants to go along with him to see it all
turns out right; and he counts me In,
too, so oft we starts. I was a little
curious to get a glimpse of Zylphina my
self and watch how stunned she'd be.
For we has it all framed up how she'll
act. Havin' seen that tlntpye, I can't
get It out of my head that she's still
wearin' her hair loose and lookin' like
M'liss in the first act.
"Hope she'll be on time," says I, as
we turns the corner.
There was mora or less folks goin' and
Peasant Life Described by Tolstoi
Hopeless Condition of Multitudes in Personal Service.
Count I.eo Tolstoi, in the Independent.
IN THE middle of the field, surrounded
by a wall, stands an iron foundry with
huge smoking chimneys, rattling
chains, blast furnaces, a junction railway,
and little scattered houses for the fore
men and the workingmen. The workmen
stir about in this factory and in the mine
shafts near by like ants. Some dig the
oro from morning until night, or from
night until morning, at a depth of 300
feet underground in dark, damp, narrow,
stifling passages, in constant danger of
death, others put this ore on dirt carts,
who with bent backs pull them in the dark
to the hoisting shafts, and then take the
empty carts back to fill them again. So
they work 12 or 14 hours a day all the
week round.
This Is the way they work In the mines.
In the foundry itself they work some at
the smelting furnaces in sweltering heat;
others where the molten Iron and slag
flow out; still others In the various shops
as machinists, stokers, brick makers, car
penters, also from 12 to 14 hours a day
all the week round.
On Sundays all these people receive
their wages, wasli themselves, or get
drunk without washing themselves In the
Haloons and dramshops which surround
the iron factory on all sides to entice the
workingllien. And early on Monday morn
ing they put themselves in harness again
for work.
Near by the. peasants plow other peo
ple's fields with tired, starved horses.
Thesa peasants rise with tho sun, if they
have not passed the night on the pasture
land, at the swamp, the only place where
their horses can graze. At sunrise they
return home, put their horses in harness
at once, and. taking with them a piece of
bread, set out to plow other people's land.
Breaking Stone.
Other peasants sit on the country road
near the factory and beat stones In the
shelter of a temporary bark-shed. The
feet of these people are battered, their
hands horny, their entire body dirty, and
not only their faces, hair and beards, but
also their lungs, are penetrated through
and through with lime dust.
They take a large stone from the heap,
put it between their feet, covered with
vast shoes and wrapped in old rags, and
strike upon it with a hammer until it is
shivered into pieces. After the stone has
been broken In this way they take the
smaller pieces and hammer them until
they are broken into still smaller pieces.
Then they take a large stone again and
repeat the process. So these people work
from the gray of dawn until late at night
for 15 or 16 hours a day, .resting for two
hours after their midday meal, but taking
to strengthen themselves only bread and
water at breakfast and other short In
tervals of repose.
This is the way in which all these peo
ple live, those in the mines as well as
those in the iron foundry, the farm labor
ers as well as the stone-breakers, from
youth until old age. Their wives and
mothers live In the same way, working
beyond their strength, and. in addition,
bearing the sufferings of childbirth and
motherhood. So also live their fathers and
children, poorly fed and poorly clad, over
straining themselves In excessive, fatig
uing labor from morning until night,
from youth until old age.
The tinkling of the bells is heard and
a carriage comes rolling past the iron
factory, the plowing peasants and the
stonebreakers. On the way it meets
ragged men and women with sacks
on their backs, who wander from place
to place and live by alms. The carriage
comin' from the ladies" entrance; hut
no girl like the one wo was lookin' for.
So we fetches up in a bunch opposite the
door and prepares to wait. We hadn't
stood there a minute before there conn s '
a squeal from behind and some one
says:
"Why. Wilbur Cobb! Is that you?"
And what do you guess shows up?
There at the curb is a big. open turin'
car one of tho opulent, shiny kind
with n sllek-lonkln' shuffer in front.
and. standin' up in the tonneau, a tart
little- lady wearin- Broadway ciotnes
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mac tu ii.iib K iv i" '
done Into breakfast rolls behind, and a
long pink veil mreamiii' aown ner um i.
k 1 .. V... tlitt miff nnsa nnd Hi" mOtltll
could I guess that it might bo Zylphlna.
Ana it was.
There wa'n't any gettin" away from
the fact that she was a little Jarred at
seeln" Wilbur lookin' so cute; but that
was nothin to the jolt she handed u..
Mr. Cobb, he just opens his mouth and
gazes at her like she was some sort of
an exhibit. And Plnckney, who'd been
expectin' something in a dollar-thirty-nine
shirtwaist and a sagged skirt, is
down and out. It didn't take me more'n
a minute to see that if Zylphlna has got
to the stage where she wears' pony
Jackets and rides in expensive bubbles,
our little pie counter romance is headed
for the ash can.
"Stung in both eyes!" says I under
my breath, and falls back.
"Well, well!' says Zylphina, holdin" out
three fingers. "When did you hit Broad
way, Wilbur?"
It was all up to Cobb then. He drifts
up to the tonneau and gathers in th
fingers dazed like, as if he was wa'kin'
in his sleep; but ho gets out somethln
about bein' mighty glad to see her
again.
Zylphlna sizes him up kind of curious
and smiles.
"You must let me introduce you to my
friend," says she. "Roland, this is Mr.
Cobb, from Kansas."
Mr. Shuffer grins, too, as he swaps
grins with Wilbur. It was a great jok.
"He's awfully nice to me. Roland Is."
says Zylphina. with a giggle. "And
ain't this a swell car, though? Roland
takes me to my boardin" house in it
most every night. But how are the corn
and hogs doing', Wilbur?"
Sav, there was a topis Wilbur was
up on. He throws her a grateful grin
and proceeds to unlimber his conversa
tion works. He tells Zylphina how
many acres he put in to corn last Spring,
how much is shucked to the acre and
how many head of hogs he has just sent
to the ham and lard laboratory. That
brand of talk sounds kind of foolish
there under the arc lights; but Zylphina
pricks up her ears.
'Ten carloads of hogs!" says she. Is
that a kid, or are you just havin a
dream?"
"I cal'late it'll be 20 next Fall." . ?
he, flshin' for somethln' in his pocket.
"Here's the packing-house receipts for
the ten, anyway."
"Let's see." says she, and by the way
she skins her eye over them document''
you could tell that Zylphina had seen
the like before. Also she was somethln'
of a ready reckoner.
"Oh, Wilbur!" says she, makin' a fly
In' leap and landin' with her arms around
his neck. "I'm yours, Wilbur, I'm
yours!"
And Wilbur, he gathers her in.
"Roland," says I, steppin' up to the
shuffer, "you can crank up. Hoxle's won
out in the tenth."
(Copyright, 19u8, Associated Sunday "Mag
azines.) is drawn by four bay horses, the poor
est of which is worth more than the
entire homestead of each of these peas
ants, who regard the four-in-hand with
great satisfaction. Two young girls sit
in the carriage, displaying their gay
parasols, ribbons and feather hats,
each one of which costs more than the
horse with which the peasant plows
his field An officer, the galloons and
buttons of his uniform dazzling in tho
sunshine, occupies the front seat of tile
carriage. A fat coachman in blue silk
shirtsleeves and a velvet Jacket is
perched upon the box. He narrowly
misses running down the pilgrim wom
en and throwing into the ditch a peas
ant in a shirt covered with ore Jogging
along in an empty cart.
"Can't you sec?" cries the coachman,
raising his whip against the peasant
who did not get out of the way soon
enough. The peasant, frightened, pulls
the reins with one hand and the cap
off his head with the other. Three
bicyclists, one woman and two men,
spin noiselessly along a short distance
behind the carriage, their nickel-plated
machines sparkling in the sun. They
laugh as they overtake the pilgrim
women, who cross themselves In fright.
On one side of the road two horse
hack riders come galloping, a man on
an English stallion and a woman .on a
palfrey. The lady's black hat and lilac
veil alone, not to mention horse anil
saddle, cost more than a stnnehreakor
earns by Ills labor In two months, ami
for the modern English riding whip ;is
much was paid as that young man.
who is now walking up thi path with
such a contented look because ho litis
succeeded in getting a position, re
ceives for a week's work in an under
ground mine. As the young man turns
out of their way he gazes with admir
ation at the sleek figures of the horses
and the riders, and at the fat. exotic,
powerful dog with a valuable, collar
on his neck running after them witii
his tongue lolling out
This party is followed at a little dis
tance by a cart occupied by a smilins
girl gaudily dressed, with artificial
locks of hair and a white apron, ami
by a stout, red-faced man with side
whiskers and a cigarette-bctween his
teeth, sitting at the gill's side whisper
ing something into her ear There is a
samovar in the cart, several bundles
wrapped up in napkins, and a small
refrigerator.
These are the servants of the people
in the carriage, on the horses, and on
the bicycles. It is no exceptional day
for them. They live in this manner
throughout the Summer and go off on
excursions almost every day Sonic
times, as today, they take with them
tea, various drinks and dainty food, n
as to enjoy an occasional change ami
not always to have to eat and drink
in the same place.
The carriage, horseback and bicycl?
riders speed by like beings from a
different world; but the workmen in
the foundry, the stonebreakers, and
farm hands continue their toilsome,
monotonous labor, which they perform
not for themselves, but for others, and
which will end only with their death.
"What a life these people have!
they think, and they follow the Sum
mer folks w-ith their eyes, and tiicir
painful existence seems to them even
more painful than before.
Must it be so?
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