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OLD WHISKERS, THE RAM
By Joha Kendrlck Banc.
(Copyright.' 10T. by Joseph B. Bowles.)
"Yl
KB," the captain wu saying "
entered tha postoffloe to
get my mall and buy a. porous
niuter to atoo the leaK in
my roof, "they alnt aa maay
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around thaaa beta parts
tn ha. an' somehow or
thty
other Z don't blama -am much for not
bain' ao aoelabla aa tney wu oom
trolley cams through, ana a piaoa
began to All up with aummar boarders.
They was a time when thJa bera placa
waa worth llvln' In for man or deer, but
thM davs la gone. When tha poppy ia-
tlon waa largely made up of fisherman
ad noor artists that came up ner. in
April and hung around, until Thanks
ilvln paintln' us an our houaea an"
? Ji an' them there deer. It waa a
pleasant piece to live in, dui now n
ain't nothrn; but proflUhK
auess iaey wviw ... , .
Of
2 r h.m artist fellers the money
'; to bur postage stamps to send home for
get" . .
Painting Worth More Than Ram.
1 ain't sarin that ye can't. Joe." aald
tha captain. "But aomehow or other
them old days makea putty fine thlnkln'.
Haw, haw! aay, do you remember that
fellow Dusenberry. the anlmlle painter
that eome up here In 'ST lookln for
material? He waa a great feller, that
man Dusenberry. He could paint a
cow at one eettln' that would look ao
like a goat, you could almost hear him
baa. I never aea such a feller for
colors. Why, he'd take that worn out
old ram of 81 Wotberspoon's and paint
Mm every color In the rainbow except
tha color he was, an' sell the blame
thing for more'n the 'rlglnal old ram
waa worth. I think he must ha' painted
that anlmlle every day for three montha,
rallln' each one of his pictures by a
different name. Ilka "Sheep Life on the
Coast o' Maine,' "Old Horace, the Maa--'
cot.' The Children's Hour," A Study
- In Scarlet,' and things like that"
: "He kind o' atopped comln', ikuii to
me," said tne postmaster. l am t seen
JDusenberry for 19 yeara."
Artist Loses Job.
, "You bet he stopped comln'," aald tha
captain. "He sort o' lost his Job when
that old ram turned up his toes to tha
'. daisies. He got so bis mind klnU o' ran
on old Whiskers so hard he couldn't
r think o' nothln' else. Thafa tha trou-
5 rent men Vi-J
Im," aald the postmaster. I can kind
raatle along oeuer mc V r'T
t miiiii in tnem mi wirea nu
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' bla with these here specialties. Te get
o sot on one line o' work that after
' a while ya can't do nothln' else. That
waa the trouble with Dusenberry.
!. - Down to Boston it got so they called
fcim the leadln' ram painter o' New
England. !- People that wanted pictures
io' rams wouldn't go to nobody but
' Dusenberry, and he like a durn fool,
: thlnkln' that Old Whiskers wasn't never
a groin' to die, went right on, season after
- aeasbn. paintln' nothln' else. He didn't
ven look around for another ram to
aort O give variety to his pictures.'
"And finally old Whiskers died?" I
put in inquiringly. .
: pid Whiskers Dies.
"Tep finally old Whiskers died.
aald tha captain. "Te see Dusenberry's
rams got ao pop'lar among ' the art
' lovers of the etlght that Dusenberry
found he could afford to build a shack
lip in Bill River's rock pasture, right
by tha sea. to do his paintln' In in wet
weather. He called it a stuglo. It
- looked like a woodshed behind and a
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cold frame in front Tha ' front part
waa all built o glass, to that Dusen
berry could get all tha light ha needed
to paint by. Them artists need a lot
of It, and I tell ye, I'd bate to have to
pay for them windows they has runnln'
from tha cellar clean tip to the roof.
The first season ha had that there
atuglo waa tha moat successful finan
cially in Dusenberry's career. He came
up about tha first o' May an' he didn't
go back to town Aintll lata tn October,
and every day except Sundays he turned
Whiskers. He had him gasln' out to
aea with a mournrui loox in nis eye, an
called It 'Longing.' I don't know what
he waa longln' for. but tnat a wnat
Dusenberry called it an' I will say It
was a mighty Interestin' picture, tho'
I never seed the sea lookln' quite so
yalier, nor old Whiskers looKin' quite
ao green.
Swallows Pea Green Rocks.
"Then he dons another showln' old
Whiskers standln' along the skyline
eatln' rocks, with the sun gotn' down
on the other aide of him. He called
that Twilight' an' I told him I thought
it waa a durned appropriate name. 'For,
Dusenberry,' says I, It'll soon be twi
light for any purple ram in creation
when he geta to swallowln' pea green
rocks while a sorrel sun'a a-aettln'
back of his off hind leg.' I don't think
Dusenberry sot much store by my re
mark. He got kind o' pink around his
gills hlaself when I made it, and said
that color-blindness waa a common gift
among the uneddlcated. I allowed as
how I attributed mine to the excise laws
which acts as a sort o' restraint n' in
fluence on the eemaglnatlon. bein', aa
they are wholly prohlbltlnlstlc. But
howsomevar the liquor regulations in
terferes with a sense o color among the
natives up here, Dusenberry. aa I says,
continued workln' all that summer, turn
In' out a new view of old Whiskers every
day exceptln' Sundays, which he devoted
to iettw tils pictures ary. it a surpns
ln" when you set your mind on It what
variety tnnre is in an old ram like that.
Tou'd think one picture would tell about
all they was to be said about old Whis
kers, but Dusenberry didn't seem to find
no difficulty about gettln some new
aspect o' the situation day in and day
out. When the first of September came
ha hired a freight car an' sent 92
them He paintln s off to Boston to be
rramed up ror Ms rail exhlDltion, an1
then he turned to to do thutty more,
only thla time with the sperrlt of au
tumn in 'em. He had Whiskers lespln'
over the scarlet rocks of October; look
In' wistfully at a pink tug-boat out on
tne lead-coiorea ocean carryin' Diue tan
bark to Portsmouth he called this one
"Expectation," though whether he meant
by that that old Whiskers expected to
see the tug blowed out to sea, or was
hopln' it would come ashore so's he
could eat the tan-bark he never ex
plained." Quits Asking Questions.
"Didn't ya ask?" queried the postmas
ter. "No," said the captain. "Long about
the tenth week I sort o' quit askln'
Dusenberry for reasons for anything.
He got kind of tetchy whenever I mada
remarks about what he was doln,' an'
finally I ' decided I'd better not make
any more, because sooner or later I
might say somethln' that would make
him say somethln' that I'd have to lick
him for. and seeln' as how his wife
bought eggs o' my wife, and lobsters an
mackerel o' me, an" milk o' my son, an'
butter o' my daughter Sallle's second
husband, it didn't seem wuth while for
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ma to Insist on my views as to the dif
ference between art an' nature. I got
so that once when Dusenberry showed
me a sketch he'd made of old Whiskers
in which the old ram was dyed to a
sort o' cross between lemon-vermlHlon
and the color of Ike Barclay's dun cow,
etln' a colored thistle growln' up be
tween two orange rocks. Instead ' laf
fln' at it I looked at it for a second,
an' then I burst out kind o' passionate.
'I gorry, Dusenberry,' says I, 'that's
artP Ha was mighty pleased with that,
an' he cocked his head to one side and
slapped me on the shoulder and says,
'You're comln' on. Captain, you re
comln" on. We'll make a cricket of you
yet.' I felt like savin' that if he
painted me he'd trob'ly make a grass
hopper out o me before I knowed It,
but I didn't
Abused Dumb Beasts. m
"I Just thought of the relations of our
families and didn't think it wuth while
to bring up animosities. It didn't seem
to -hurt the ram, neither though if I'd
been Si Wotherspoon and had had any
pride In tha beast I wouldn't ha' let
Dusenberry treat him the way he did.
Fact Is, It warn't none o' my business,
but I do think, and ain't afeared to say,
that Dusenberry wasn't as grateful to
old Whiskers as he might ha' been.
"I remember that very month of
September there was another one o'
them artists down here paintln' the
cove, an' he and Dusenberry wasn't
particularly friendly, neither. They
belonged to different schools, some
body said, an' for that reason they
hated each other like pizen. DuKfn
berry'd sneer at Bogglesworth's pic-1
tures, and Bogglesworth would say that
Dusenberry d do very well paintln
an'
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barns an' plumbers' . signs, out as rar
as art was concerned well, he wouldn't
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say anything about Dusenberry -an' art
in the same century nea just iaugn,
an' shrug his shoulders like that French
piano player down to the Rlvervlew,
an' walk away. Well, this feller Uog
glcsworth, as I was sayin', ha come
down here to paint the cove. He done It
about as often as Dusenberrr done the
ram; at sunset; before breakfast, and
after lunch; In the fog, an' out of it;
an' I must say he got most of it in
except the smell o' tirh an' sea-weed.
He called his things 'Moods,' an' some
of 'em wayputty durned moody."
Picture Paid Grocery Bill.
"I remember him," said the post
master. "He paid me for his August
groceries with a picture of the cove
at midnight in October.
"He's the feller." said the captain
"We got the "Cove at Dusk' as part
payment for two crates o' fresh eggs
an' 40 pounds o' codfish served at var
ious times. The balance ain't been
heard from for nine years, and for the
past six I ain't asked for no letter
from Bogglesworth at this here post
office, which shows how I feel about
my chances o' gettln't it Anyhow,
Dusenberry an' Bogglesworth wasn't
stuck on each other, as them summer
boarders puts it, and somehow or other
old Whiskers he seemed to feel It, and
whenever Bogglesworth would come
anywhere's around he'd begin to blat
and growl, and frown and shake hlsself
all over as If he was mad from one end
to the other; and one mornln' while he
was arrazln' around the stuglo eatln'
some real grass and chawln' up the old
odds and ends of Sunday newspapers
an' 10-cent magazines that lay around,
he see old man Bogglesworth settln'
in front of his easel down on the rocks,
doing the cove so hard that If a house
tell on him he woman t ha- knowea 11.
Butts for Friendship.
"The very sight was enough" for old
Whiskers, He let out a snort ye could
hear from -the Presb'terian church down
's far as the merry-go-round on Pike's
beach, an' started on a dead run for
Bogglesworth; an' the first thing we
fellers as was cleanln' fish an' mendln'
our nets down by the cove knowed he'd
butted Bogglesworth, an' his easel, an1
his paint box, an' has camp stool clean
over the cliffs Into the water."
"Great heavens!" I cried. "What did
Bogglesworth say?"
"He didn't say nothln'." said the cap
tain. "He Just sputtered. It took him
a week to get the salt water out of his
system, an' then he left. But do you
know even that didn't seem to toueh
Dusenberry. He Just went along paint
In' old Whiskers any old way but his
way to the very end. A more ongrate
ful cuss I never see. You'd ha' thought
arter a service or tnat kind, entirely
personal, he'd give the old ram a show
and put him down as he was Just once,
anyhow. And so it went until the end.
Along about September 20, Dusenberry
found he was 10 pictures behind his
oraers and It become necessary to paint
two a day, so he arranged with Si o
let him keep old Whiskers at the stuglo
nights. Instead of havin' a small boy
come an' dfive him home every even
ing, lie tnougnt oy aoin' this he could
begin early in the mornln' and finish
up one picture before lunch, and tackle
the other one afternoons an' that wan
his finish.
Tragic Finish.
"Monday night, Dusenberry Jocked
Whiskers in the stuglo and went home
to supper, an1 next mornln', bright an'
early, he come back an' there was that
poor old ram lyln dead on the floor."
"Poisoned r I cried.
"No,", said the captain. "Wusa 'n
that. It would ha' been money in
Dusenberry's pocket if old WhiBkers
had been plzened. He'd eat up 18 "pic
tures of hisself during tha night, an'
they waa too much for his artistic soul.
Wal, I must be goln'," tha . captain
added, aa he rose up Trom tha sugar
barrel. "Good night, an." -' '
"Good night," said the others, as th
captain went out,
"You ought to write that story up,
captain," said I the next morning." "li s
a good one." --'.'Wo,
thanky," said tha captain, and
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Rev. Arthur S.
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T IS said that in the history of the
American Episcopal church no
man before Arthur S. Lloyd three
times declined election to the epis
copate. The Episcopal church can
offer no higher honor to Its clergy
than election and consecration to the
bishopric, and that this honor lias been
thrice refused by Dr. Lloyd would alone
mark him an unusual man in his church.
The dioceses of Mississippi, Kentucky,
and southern Virginia auccessively
chose him. His declination of tha first
was not counted to . be strange other
men have declined election to small dio
ceses. When he refused to become
bishop of Kentucky, those who thought
the'y knew said: "Ho-; is waiting for
Virginia to elect him." For Dr. Lloyd
is known to be a loyal son of Virginia.
But Virginia acted and again there came
a declination, and, with it Dr. Lloyd's
reasons, "i nave nov n aatu. , mu
lshed tha workentrusted to me by the
church. , I cannot leave it." . , , :
What is tha-workt -About saves years
ago the Domestic and Foreign Mis
sionary society of the Episcopal church
was In search of a general secretary.
Several men had been elected to the
then he leaned over and whispered, con
fidentially in my ear. v "'Ye see, I get
my eye: on tha postmastership , her,
an' I don't want to do nothin' in
literary line - to offend the president.
Ht mightn't believe that any old ram
ever had such a taste for art that he'd
gorge hisself to death .on it, and I tell
ye, I'd have duraed hard time gettln'
afterdavlts to prove . it. .Dusenberry's
sensitive. on the subject and tha ram's
dead." . - - -'
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position and had declined to aerve. Then
It was announced that ,the board of mis
sions, aa the governors of the society
are usually known, had elected the Rev.
Dr.-Lloyd. "Who is he?" was the gen
eral question. The general secretary,
unknown seveji years ago. Is today one
of the best known and best loved men
in the Episcopal church.
An Historic Journey.
Dr. Lloyd has just returned to Amer
ica from what promises to be an his
toric Journey. This for two reasons.
In the first-Place it was the first trip
around the world ever undertaken by an
Episcopal missionary secretary to visit
tha missions of that church. In the
second place, it was during this journey
that "Dr. Lloyd met with the bishops
and other missionary leaders of the
church of England and the American
Episcopal church, in a conference jit
Shanghai,. China, and with them decided
to establish . an autonomous Chinese
Episcopal church, to elect ao soon aa
possible a Chinese bishop to head it, and
to withdraw American and English bish
ops from the Chinese field. This de
cision is tha fruition of 70 years' work
In China by tha American Episcopal
church and. 45 years' "work by tho
Church of England.-
It has been said of Dr. Lloyd that
he is not a man -who does great things;
that, rather is he one who works steadily
and consistently; making aura and per
manent advance with what he under
takes. He 1 not . spectacular Ha un
dertook to plaoa Episcopal mission work
upon a. better basis than that on which
ha found It As on means to that and
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the apportionment plan of auimort
adopted. It represents what Dr. Lloyd
cans me "square deal." The cnurch la
committed to mission work, ha holds.
Therefore every church and every communicant-
should bear a proportionate
share of the burden. '-..The apportion
ment plantells what the share of each
church and Individual is. Under it tha
Income of the board of missions haa
doubled and la still going up.
Elected in Oregon.
Dr. Lloyd waa born in a Virginia, vil
lage, as his first work as a clergyman
waa dona as missionary in Virginia,
where a peculiar type of Episcopal
churchmanshlp prevails, low and evan
gelistic. Of such stock is tha Eptsoo
pal secretary. Some aay he la homely;
others speak of his awkwardness. But
when he talks each person -In an au
dience hears a message to himself, and
the great heart aad charm lag person
ality of the man impresses itseiC-
Dr. Lloyd was two years ago elected
bishop coadjutor for Oregon to assist
the-late Bishop Morrla, but declined tha
election.
SHABK ATTACKS BATHEB
Fireman's Experience Turned Hair
From j Black to White in a Day.
From the San Francisco Chronicle.
The arrival of the big steamer Ari
zona n yesterday brought a harrowing
tale of n battle between Frank Fonda, a
member of , the crew ' and a shark in
the waters at Sallna Cruz, In which tho
shark, with its teeth tore the forearm
almost off the unfortunate sailor. Three '
flneeru were sround in the massive laws
of the big fish, while Fonda's right foot
was almost severed.
The tragedy occurred on a hot day
while the Arizonan was -lying at Sa
llna Cruz. About 40 members of tha
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crew went In bathing among the break- j
ers. Fonda's companions observed
waving h'.s arms wildly in tne a
If tn Kent off nomethlntr ajid then
beneath the waves. They thoughty&w- 'I
ever, that he was playing the drowning
Joke and laughed.
Soon the water where Fonda had been
swimming became dyed a blood red arid
the man's companions secured a boat
and put out to save him. As they ap
proached the spot where the blood col
ored the water there was a swish and
the ahark, coming to the surface, rolled
over, displaying Ua glittering; belly. In
the Jaws the men could plwlnly see a
piece of Fonda's foot. Two of the men
oeat the shark off with oars, and then
Jiving brought to the surface tha muti
lated body of the fireman.
He waa taken ashore and was found
to be still living. A litter was mada
upon which Fonda was placed and taken
to the hospital. He Is now at tha hos
pital at Sallna Cruz fighting between
lfe and death. His hair had turned
from a Jet black to white. It Is ex
pected that he win lose his right foot
and several of his fingers. The sharta
measured iv rest in length.
A HOTEL ZOO
But Perhaps This Story From Chi
' 0Ro Is a Nature Fake.
The Inquiry for 'a man named Wolt
at the Palmer House In Chicago evoked
such response that Manager Vlerbuchen
asserted "a gamey collection of travel
ing men" was present, puns a writer In
What to Eat.
'Have you a srentleman here named
Wolf Leopold Wolf T" the clerk waa
asked.
Dave Lyon made the inaulrr. Ha was
answered In tha affirmative and aent up
his card. -
"Just tell him there is a Lyon after
him," he said to the boy with a laugh.
"Arid if it will help any." aaid a trav
eling salesman standing near, "tell him
a Bear-is aftor him also." He then
handed over his card, bearing tha name
Victor Bear, New York. 1
While they laughed over tha incicfajt
John A. Fox of Cincinnati, secretary V
tha rivers and harbors congress, stepped .
up and said:- 1 And to make it a gamey
bunch, put a Fox into the kettle.''
Before tha Quartet stopped laughing
John W. Fish, ,who had Just registered
from ' Atlanta, (and Charlaa W. , Hunter
from St. Louis floined the group, the 1st-
ter saying, VI tuea this will about finish
tha . game," and invited - the gathering
out to suppaV with him at tha Jungles
restaurant. ' -