Heppner gazette., February 22, 1906, Image 2

THE RED STORM
Or the Days of Daniel Boone
By JOEL
CHAPTER IV. (Continued.!
The Frenchman .did not pause for a
reply, but giving Rosalthe one of his
warning glances, ' which never failed to
terrify her. immediately left the cabin.
On the following morning Miss Alston
left the fort as she had been in the
habit of doing for some time, taking the
precaution, however, to have Ebony ac
company her. She wished to test the
sincerity of Le Bland's promises, and
pive him another opportunity to make
further disclosures.
The step cost her, considerable self
denial, and it was not without many
misgivings that she walked toward her
favorite retreat. She gave Ebony his
Instructions as she proceeded.
'"You may go yonder," she said, point
ing to a hazel thicket, not far distant,
"and remain there until I am ready to
return, and be' sure to come when I
call."
"Dis child will be dar afore soon,"
returned Ebony.
"Very well, do not forget your instruc
tions." "I neber fo'git; I'll be sure to disre
member eberyt'ing," said the negro, con
fidently. Miss Alston entered the glade and seat
ed herself upon the river's bank. That she
felt somewhat nervous at first, and had
vague apprehensions of hearing the foot
steps of Le Bland, was quite natural,
but soon the dreamy murmurings of the
waters, the gentle sighing of the winds
amid the trees, lulled her spirit into
tranquillity and forgetfulness of danger
While occupied in this manner, a soft
touch upon the arm changed the current
of her meditations and caused her to
rise to her feet quickly and turn an
alarmed look toward the intruder.
An Indian maiden in the summer of
womanhood, with a figure queenly in pro
portions and bearing, stood before her.
Her features were of marvelous regular
ity and beauty, but so proud and lofty
In their expression, that Hosalthe could
uot repress an exclamation of admira
tion. Her eyes, which were dark and
lustrous, were Hashing with excitement.
Her style of dress was by no means eon
ten i-Jble, but both picturesque and
graceful, being ornamented in its dif
ferent parts according to the arts of her
people.
The two maidens stood silent, the one
defiant and haughty, the other wonder
ing and alarmed. The steady gaze of
the Cherokee girl was imperious, angry,
jet courteous, and she moved not a mus
cle, nor relaxed a tithe of her sternness,
while she studied every line of Rosal
the's fair face. When she had subjected
our heroine to this ordeal, which made
her tremble, she spoke with impassioned
earnestness:
"The daughter of the pale face is fair,
but she is weak; she has won that which
she cannot keep, and that which belongs
to another."
"What do you mean?" exclaimed Ro
isalthe, recoiling before the threatening
glances of the Indian maiden.
"What do I mean?" cried the latter
energetically. "How dare the pale face
lie so bold and look so innocent when I
3Lnow how black her heart is?"
"J nm still dark I understand you
not,'" said Hosalthe.
"Let the just judge between us. A
"white man came to the bulges of my peo
ple; his eyes rested upon the face of
Wi'.ssihauza (an Indian term signifying
tarlight, and it pleased hiin. The pale I
skin said pleasant things. Star-Light
listened, and her foolish heart was taken
captive by his smooth words; she spurn
ed the love of Otter Lifter, the noble
young chief, and all her eyelight shone
upon the deceitful child of Machinito."
The Indian girl paused and struggled
with her emotions.
"Daughter of the white man. listen
while I speak of the wrongs of Wassa
hauza, of the red race of the bold Chero
kee. The sun arose and set on her love,
and the moon smiled upon the happy
maiden. But the heavens grew black
a storm was in the skies, the heart of tho
Sholska (Smooth-Tongue) was bad and
full of lies. He went in to the big
wigwam of the pale faces and whisper
ed the same fair words to Wahbahnok
wot (the White-Cloud that he had spok
en to Star-Light. The White-Cloud list
ened to the soft speeches of Smooth
Tongue, and her heart beat with the
Fame wild hopes that had filled the
Cherokee maiden with joy. They met
here on this spot, where the sun shines
warm anil bright and the waters murmur
with a pleasant sound. Foolish trem
bler, what do you say to this strange
tale?"
Star Light ceased and loolrsd angrrly
at Rosalthe, whose cheeks were pale,
and whose whole form was agitated.
"My red sister is speaking of Le
Bland, the wily Frenchman. Yoji are
deceived you wrong me:' exclaimed Uo
tsalthe. earnestly. "The White-Cloud
does not love this Smooth-Tongue; she
fears him, she shuns him. There is no
sweetness in his tones fur the daughter
of the pale face. She has no eyelight
for the man whoe heart is bad, and
whose speech is full of guile."
"One pale face has filled my ears with
falsehoods, and I'll have no more: I be
lieve they are all aike. Xo. no! your
fair words, and fair skin, and fair looks
cannot deceive me:" retorted Star-Light.
"I will make solemn oath to what I
ray. I will cat! upon the sacred name
of" the good Monedo!" cried Hosalthe.
with touching earnestness, laying her
hand upon the maiden's arm.
"Shoiska swore by the good Monedo,
and ret he was false false as the evil
Machinito himself." replied Star-Light
"What can I do, ttien, to convince
you? I despair of doing so," said Ho
salthe, much moved.
The White-Cloud must go with me,"
replied the Cherokee, sternly.
"Go with you? Oh, no, I cannot!"
cried Hosalthe, more alarmed than ever.
"You can and must glide down the
waters and walk the wide forest with
Wassahauza."
The Indian girl took Rosalthe'a arm,
and pointed significantly down the river.
You are one of my sex you are a
woman, though your skin differs from
(nine la color; then In Lea Tea's name.
ROBINSONI
show the pity of a woman!"
"Who talks of pity? It Is Idle talk!
Come with me, whero tne Smooth
Tongue shall behold you no mcJre; I
have stayed too long already," was tho
unyielding response.
"Xay, if you insist, I will call for as
sistance, ami some evil might befall you,"
said Hosalthe.
"Speak but a single word above your
natural voice, and this blade will stop
the heart's music forever," added Star
Light, drawing from beneath her Indian
vestments a knife, and placing its'-pol-ished
point to Hosalthe's heaving breast.
"Anil can it be that one so fair, and
one who can speak so wisely, has a
nature so cruel? If I must fall a victim
to. your jealous fury, strike, and let me
perish here near those who love me!"
she cried.
The threatening features of Wassa
Lauza relaxed something of their stern
ness. "Cease to fear I will not harm you.
The White-Cloud shall float back again
in safety; come away. Do not resist me
a moment longer, or I may change my
mind," said Star-Light; and passing her
arm within Hosalthe's, led her down to
the bank of the river. A light birch
canoe was drawn up among the reeds.
"Get In." said Star-Light.
Hosalthe looked once more Imploringly
towards Wassahauza, and then obeyed;
the latter quickly pushed off the frail
vessel, and using the paddle adroitly,
urged it rapidly and silently down the
stream.
When Rosalthe cast one long and lin
gering look backward, and realized that
she was being borne from home and its
dear associations, her heart was over
whelmed with inexpressible anguish, but
she struggled to gain her firmness, and
partially succeeded. She changed her
position in the canoe in a manner that
would enable her to see her strange com
panion, and study her appearance mora
particularly than her fears had permit
ted her to do. She was endeavoring to
imitate the stoicism of Star-Light, when
the latter suddenly changed the direction
of the canoe, putting it farther into the
stream.
"Lie down in the canoe!" she exclaim
ed, waving her hand imperiously; "lie
down, if you wish gentle usage and a
safe return."
Hosalthe mechanically obeyed, and
Star-Light instantly threw a blanket
over her, that lay at her feet.
"Now keep quiet, for I see one yonder
who must uot look upon the face of
White-Cloud. It is Otter-Lifter, the
brave young chief of the Cherokees,"
added Star-Light, in low tones, dropping
the paddle more softly.
Half suffocated with contending emo
tions, and yet striving to bear her fate
with heroism, Hosalthe lay motionless
in the birchen vessel, and felt it leaping
to the dextrous strokes of Star-Light.
CHAPTER V.
"You dar, Ebony?" said Andrew, In a
loud voice, looking in every direction
where the individual might be supposed
to be. "You dar, I say, you collud fel
ler?" Exquisite Ebony, who had been sleep
ing very soundly for the last hour and
a half beneath a hazel bush, aroused by
the cries of Andrew, rubbed his eyes
lazily, and answered with a yawn:
"Am I whar?"
"Am you anywhar? dat's what I
mean," replied Andrew.
"Ob course I is. Go 'way, common
man."
"Don't be too familiar wid de higher
classes. Dat question am not reveren
tial to dar case," responded Ebony, loft
ily. "I hab de honor, you ign'ajit darky,
ob representiu' at dis time Missy Alston,
and she am berry worried about da
young missus," added Andrew.
"Dat young lady am under my special
'tection," replied Ebony, with great dig
nity of manner.
"Dat am berry likely, when I doesn't
Bee her nowhar. an' you hab been locked
in the arm of Morfis like de seven sleep
ers." retorted Andrew.
"Speak, and tell me where Rosalthe is.
without delay, if you know," said Eliza
beth Bonne, who had accompanied An
drew from the fort, whero the protract
ed absence of Miss Alston had occasion
ed some alarm.
"She went down dar," said Ebony,
pointing with his finger, "and quested
dis child to stay here till she call me."
"I low long ago was that?" said Miss
Boone, anxiously.
"My watch am run up, and I habn't
wind him down yet," rejoined Ebony.
Without waiting to interrogate Eb
ony farther, Elizabeth ran to the spot
indicated, but the object of her search
was not there. She then called her name
in a loud voice, but the echo alone
answered.
Matilda Fleming and several others
now joined Miss Boone, and Hosalthe's
name was repeated again and again; but
her familiar voice gave back no response;
the voices of the anxious maidens died
away unanswered in the forest. Misgiv
ings became certainties; and fears, con
firmed realities: some misfortune had in
deed befallen Rosalthe.
While all the parties stood gazing at
each other in sorrowful silence, AllaD
Norwood approached and inquired the
cause of so much evident consternation,
when he was immediately put in posses
sion of all the facts known to them.
Mr. and Mrs. Alston. Daniel Boone, Si
mon Kenton anil Joel Logston now hast
ened to the spot.
"It's of no use to stand here, looking
at each other," said Boone. "The girl
has gone, and it is an easy thing to tell
what has happened to her."
"I reckon you're right about that,
captain," returned Joel Logston. "The
redskins have spirited her away, and
that's the long and short of it. It won't
do no good to mince the matter; the
truth might as well come out first as
last."
"Fly to aT my child! Why do you
linger here?" exclaimed Mrs. Alston, in
tones of grief.
"There isn't a man but will do his
best. Vesuvius, look around and set if
you can tell which way the gal's gone,"
said Logston.
Vesuvius made a furious pass nt An
drew, which caused him to fall over a
heap of brushwood, and then putting his
nose to the ground, made, apparently, a
thorough exploration of the spot, emit
ting from time to time dissatisfied yelps,
"The dug Is at fault." said Allan.
"He was never at fault in his life,"
retorted Logston.
"He seems to be puzzled now," observ
ed Simon Kenton.
"That cretur knows more nor all of
ye about sich things. He'll find an In
gin trail where the rest on ye wouldn't
mistrust that a sparrow had passed
along. He goes by scent. It's instinct;
and instinct does what the biggest edi
cation can't, you see," replied Joel, and
then added, by the way of encourage
ment to the animal, "Go it, Vesuvius!"
which so incited his hostility to the hu
man species that he instantly made an
other furious sally at Andrew.
"You shall smart for this, my lad!"
said Mr. Alston, looking angrily at Eb
ony. "I think he was not much to blame,"
observed Miss Boone, touched with the
mental distress of the black.
"Hero comes Monsieur Le Bland,"
said Alston. "Let us hear what his
opinion is."
Every eye was now turned upon the
Frenchman, and not one of the parties,
save the Alstons, seemed to hail his ad
vent with pleasure. Allan watched his
countenance and demeanor closely, to see
how the news affected him. He observ
ed, also, that Captain Boone, Simon
Kenton and Joel Logston regarded him
with keen and observant glances.
"My dear Alston, what means this
sudden grief and consternation?" ex
claimed Le Bland, grasping Mr. Alston's
hand warmly.
"Rosalthe," said the father, with chok
ing emotions, "Hosalthe my darling
has disappeared gone!"
"The fact is," said Logston, "tho
young gal has been carried away by the
Iugius."
Le Bland looked hurriedly from one
to the other, and Allan perceived that
his face grew deadly pale.
"How long since this happened?"
"It is about two hours since she left
the cabin," said Mrs. Alston.
"She must be pursued and overtaken,"
suggested the Frenchman, quickly.
"Yes, my dear Le Bland, let us pursue
her!" exclaimed Mr. Alston.
"Believe me, Mr. Alston, I shall take
immediate steps for the recovery of your
daughter," said Daniel Boone, with a
contemptuous glance at the Frenchman.
"Leave this matter wholly to me," re
sumed Le Bland, eagerly. "I understand
the ways of the Indians, and perhaps I
have some influence among them."
"I can't see how you know more about
the ways of the Ingins than that man
there," said Logston, pointing to Cap
tain Boone. "He trod the sile of Ken
tucky afore a Frenchman heerd there
was such a place; and as for your 'in
fluence,' I don't see how it can be that
you have any among the aboriginal rep
tiles of this country."
"Will you leave this matter wholly to
me, I ask again?" continued Le Bland.
Mr. Alston looked hesitatingly from
one to the other, and saw the scowling
brows of his neighbors with alarm.
"No!" thundered Daniel Boone, strik
ing the butt of his long rifle upon the
ground. "No; this affair shall be trusted
to those to whom it rightfully belongs;
it concerns me and my faithful friends,
and it shall pass into no other hands
while I have any authority here. This is
your answer, sir. You are at liberty, of
course and so Is any other man to
look after the young woman, and dn
all in your power to recover her; but
you have not the right to prevent others
equally interested from doing the same."
The Frenchman bit his lips with vex
ation.
"You see how it is, my dear frienl;
would gladly oblige you in this, as in
all other things, but I can do nothing,"
said Alston, somewhat displeased at the
evident coldness manifested toward Le
Bland. .
"Every man feels it his duty tft assist
youth and beauty in distress, and In this
case there is not a man at one of the
three settlements who will not risk his
life freely and willingly," added Boone,
emphatically. "Come, friends all let
us return to the fort and make instant
preparations to pursue the savage cap
tors." (To be continued.)
A HenrtleM Family.
There had boon a severe thunder
storm in the night, and old Mrs. Top
ham had, for a wonder, slept through
it. Uusually she rose, lighted her
lamp, dressed herself, and sat down
in a chair whose legs were set in
glass tumblers.
Instead of being grateful that she
had not been aware of the storm, the
old lady was filled with wrath when
she heard of it the next morning.
"I declare, I should t think I was
boarding 'stead of living among my
own folks!" she said. "Wa'n't there
one of my children nor grandchildren
that thought enough o' me to wake
me? There I might have been struck
by lightning in my sleep and never
known what killed me!"
More Effective.
Miss Singleton I suppose you wear
your sweetest smile when you have oc
casion to ask a favor of your hus
band. Mrs. Wedderly Oh, dear, no! I turn
on the flow of my briniest tears.
Woman' Aim.
Dick I am surprised that you told
Katharine to throw kisses at Reggy
Sapp when you tire around.
Tom Why not? Women can't throw
straig :, and when she aims them at
Heggy they come toward me.
Hard to Lone.
"Go where you may," said the pa
triotic Chicago man, "but there are
some things about the old town of Chi
cago that will cling to you still."
"You bet!" replied the south side
man. "Cinders and mud."
Feathered Ilia et.
Jack Fred's In luck. lie need neT
er work again.
Fred Did he Inherit a fortune?
JacX No, be married a milliner.
COMPARISON OF THE POULTRY AND WHEAT PRODUCT.
The poultry and egg products are shown by the heavy circles, and the
wheat products by the light circles. All State circles are drawn to one
scale. The figures pointed within the circles indicate millions of dollars. No
circle Is given for less than half a million dollars. The census of 1900, from
which both the foregoing charts were drawn, reports a total poultry and
egg product of $280,000,000, as stated on the larger of the two great circles
above. The wheat product is given as ?370.OOO,OO0. An export value of
$141,000,000 leaves the home consumption $229,000,000, as stated on the
smaller of the two great circles above. Therefore the National poultry and
egg bill is almost one-fourth greater than the wheat bill. The egg hill is
about per cent greater than the poultry bill. Franklin Forbes, in Success
Magazine.
POOH-BAH OF PANAMA.
Capt. Shnnton, AVlio Is to Control
the aionurrels of All Nations.
Ctipt George R. Shnnton, of Chug
water, Wyo., chief of police for tho
isthmus, marshal of the Circuit Courts
of Panama, marshal of the Supreme
Court of the canal zone, warden of the
canal zone prison and coroner this Is
the man, or, at least, these are his ti
tles at present. A giant of a man is
Shanton, a laughing, reckless, fearless
giant, with a boyish face and pleasing
smile, but with a hand of Iron and a
determination that knows no law ex
cept the one that gets for him what
he was put there to get peace through
out the canal zone.
Facing a situation unprecedented in
history and dealing with a class of
men who care nothing for laws as mere
statutes, Shanton has cast aside all
precedents and molded rules and made
punishments to suit the occasion. He
is now in charge of a force of 140 black
CAPT. GEOUGE R. SIIANTOX.
policemen and 40 white ones, and, what
ever else may be said of the canal zone,
it is reputed to be free of crime and
to Shanton belongs the credit. But with
the beginning of real work on the canal
his duties will be many times Increased.
Fifty thousand men will be at work
there then twice as many as now
such a gathering of adventurers as the
world has never before seen. From all
the earth the offscourings will be sifted
into Panama. A strip of land 10 miles
wide and 40 long will hold the scum of
creation, the criminals of every land.
Ten thousand of them will be white, it
is estimated white of skin, if not of
heart and the remaining 40,0X) will be
made up of the black and mongrel of
all nations. It will be a daredevil
class. Just as it was In the old days,
when the French were on tho Isthmus
just as It was when Suez was being
constructed Just as such places, where
money Is plentiful and the civilization
and presumably the law distant, al
ways draw such men.
And up and down among these, from
one end of the zone to the other, will
ride Shanton on his ruinous black
broncho, "Whisky Pete." "Whisky
Pete" is almost as noted on the isth
mus now as Is his master. He Is of
the fighting, biting "outlaw" kind.
Until Shanton got him he knew no
hand as a master's, and even now lie Is
as much an outlaw as ever to all but
the Rough Rider captain. Shanton
tamed him In a roping contest at Den
ver, won a thousand dollar prize by It,
and afterwards ltought the pony, which
no one else would have. "Whisky
Pete" has followed his master since
then through all his wanderings and
they have iieen many. He saw a lot of
the world under Shanton when the
Wyoming man posed as "King of the
Cowlxiys" for Buffalo Bill ; he was
in Cuba when his master eloped with
Margaret Le Mar, a southern lieauty,
win now reigns in the Shanton lxune
ml finnllv he Is the
official mount of the Rough Rider man
of many titles In the canal zone. Shan
ton weighs over 2JO pounds and stands
fl feet 4.
Shanton Is the court of last resort
for the men under him and for all
who break the law on the Isthmus.
What Shanton says "goes"; there is
no appeal and no going behind the
returns. If a man commit a crime
he is hemmed In by ttie sea on two
side, and Shanton's black policemen
watch all outgoing vessels. On the
other two sides the possible refugee
faces a wilderness from out of which
men do not return except when they
go Into It well prepared to face Its
dancers and seldom then. Up and
down the short and narrow zone rides
Shanton on "Whisky Fete," ana the
black patrol keeps a lookout always.
So what Is your poor criminal to do?
Why, "Come In and face the music,"
says Shanton. And in he usually
comes, either of his own accord or by
force, and when he comes he gets such
mercy, or such lack of It, as Shan
ton's report paints him deserving. This
strong arm system has had Its effect
and crimes are few on the Isthmus to
day, where murder, rapine and robbery
ran riot lu the old regime of the
French.
There have been only two murders
on the isthmus since Shanton became
czar. But when work on the canal
was progressing under the French, the
number of murders each night was np
palllng, and seldom or never was any
body punished. Robberies and crimes
of every character were so frequent
then that they scarcely attracted at
tention, and It was expected that a
like reign would be assumed by the
lawless of the earth when the Ameri
cans took hold. Utica Globe.
THE DREAMER.
At Last She Found that Her Dream
('nine to Her. v
Hester Cnplin never could remem
ber when her dream first came to her.
It must have begun when she was a
child, for the house her dream house
was clear and distinct among her
earliest memories.
It was an old gray gabled place with
a snow-drop bush beside the door
steps and cottage roses over the back
porch, and a row of blackheart cherry
trees behind. Year by year she had
seen the cherries white with bloom,
nnd watched the tiny pink blossoms
of the snowdrop change to Ivory ber
ries, and caught the morning fra
grance of the roses; year by year she
had seen happy faces at tho windows
and children running in and out.
The faces changed, for people came
and wont in the house, hut always
there were happy eyes and always
there was the gay laughter of children
down the wind.
All through her lonely childhood
Hester had lived In the house. She
never had played much with other
children her mother did not approve
of It. As she grow older her mother's
exacting invalidism claimed all her
time, and after her mother died there
was still a crippled father whose tem
per was worse twisted than his hands.
Through all the prisoned years she
worked with cheerful patience, suro
that some time her hour would come.
But it was so long In coining! She
could not Invite neighbors In for It
annoyed her father; she could not
leave him to go to other places, she
could not even take a Sunday school
class she who loved girls so! She
could only waylay tho doctor some
times and send a little soup or Jelly to
his patients, or give a few flowers to
someltody or write a note now nnd
then. She never guessed how could
fdie? that her dream had already
'come true" in her own heart.
One day complete discouragement
fell upon her. The years stretched out
before her gray and empty, and the
house had vanished; it had all been
a mirage and she a foolish dreamer.
Why had God let her dream so if she
was always to be d Ailed?
Then there was a step upon the
stair, and Hester started. It was a
neighbor's daughter, one nf her few
visitors; the girl drew a long breath
as she looked about the small, plain
room.
"I had to come, Miss Hester," she
said. "I can't tell you why I don't
know all the why myself, only that
when I get bothered and tangled up I
always want to run here. Your room
looks like anylnxly's, yet when I am In
it I always feel as If I were In some
large, lieautiful place, where people
learned the way of peace. Why, Miss
Hester!"
For Into Hester's face had come
the light of a great Joy. Youth's Com
panion. Ills nllllacMH.
ne (laying down his paper) Well, I
begin to think It's true that great riches
do not bring happiness.
She And yet I nave no donbt yon
would be glad to experiment with gild
ed misery a little If yon had the means
of enjoying It Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Science
vention
Dr. Koch, the famous German scien
tist, Is to take charge of an expedition
to investigate the sleeping sickness in
German East Africa. Tho German co
lonial department has, it Is said, given
a great sum of money toward the ex
pense of the expedition.
Prof. Frederick Soddy of Glasgow
University holds the theory that gold
Is gradually disintegrating Into other
mateifals. He has visited the gold de
posits of western Australia and New
Zealand nnd he expresses his convic
tion that in all probability gold, like
radium, Is at once the product of some
other parent element and Is itself
changing to produce "offspring" ele
ments. The professor laments the In
adequacy of his resources in the way
of gold upon which to experiment, and
points to the tons of gold perhaps dis
integrating In the vaults of the Bank
of England.
After several years' experimenting,
officers of the Pennsylvania Railway
have come to the conclusion that di
rectly behind a locomootlve Is a had
place for sleepers or any other cars
which are used by passengers. For
this reason an order has been Issued
that "in all Instances a baggage car,
whether the cur Is needed for baggage
purposes or not, must be the first car
of the train." This is the first official
acknowledgment from a railway com
pany that the middle of a train Is tho
safest place to ride. Recent accidents
have convinced ninny railway men that
not only the front end of passenger
trains, but also the rear, should be pro
tected by a baggage car, whether used
or not
The gigantic animals of the so-called
age of reptiles, whose remains are es
pecially abundant In some of tho lands
bordering the Rocky Mountains, appeal
so powerfully to the Imagination that
an exaggerated notion of their size and
weight is frequently entertained. It
has more than once been pointed out
that as far as paleontology shows, the
earth never contained more bulky crea
tures than the whales of to-daj. A
recent comparison between the probable
weight of the huge Brontosaurus ex
celsls, a skeleton of which is in tho
American Museum of Natural History,
New York, and that of a large sulphur
bottom whale, strengthens this state
ment. After prolonged study of the
probable contours of the animal when
In the flesh, W. K. Gregory concludes
that it weighed altout .W tons. This In
surely an Immense weight hut the
weight of a 75-foot whale has been esti
mated nt no less thnn (3 tons. The
length of the brontosaurus' skeleton Is
00 feet and 7 Inches.
In the latest volume of the Smith
sonian reports Prof. S. P. Langley
gives the first authoritative statement
concerning the experiments with his
aerodrome In 1903. The experiments
were paid for by the War Department,
and In consequence of their apparent
failure Prof. Langley has been unable
to get another appropriation of money
to continue them. But he asserts, and
produces photographs lu support of his
statement, that on both occasions when
his machine failed to make a successful
flight, the real flying capacity of the
npparatus was not tested at all. Acci
dents in the launching prevented the
aerodrome from getting Tree In the air.
Prof. Langley believes that further ex
periments would result In perfecting
the launching apparatus, nnd that then
the aerodrome would prove Its capacity
to fly. "It is nt the moment of success,
nnd when the engineering problems
have been solved that a lack of means
has prevented a continuance of the
work."
DEATH MAKES HER RICH.
MRS. nAVIIl "FATTY.
Mrs Ethel P.eatty, of the British
navy, daughter and only surviving
child of the late Marshall Field, Ix
eomes, by her father's death, one of the
richest women in the world.
She was married first to Arthur
Tree, son of Lambert Tree, of Chica
go. After some yenrs' residence in
England they separated. Mrs. Tree
later was married to Capt. Beatty.
Women an ChanfTenr.
In Washington they have a school
for chauffeurs In which women ar
enrolled, and the general opinion is thai
they make as good If not better chauf
feurs than men. They are not Seaming
as professionals, however, but as own
ners and would be runners of their own
ners
machines.
I No. Cordelia, It Isn't necessary to
SCI iooiimi in ivi im? me Minp.a
life.
! It's a good thing for no.iie of us that
Ve are not recognized as "good things."
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