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About Wallowa chieftain. (Joseph, Union County, Or.) 1884-1909 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 2, 1902)
, -N. FAMOUS SPINDLE TOP HEIGHTS IN THE BEAUMONT, TEXAS, OIL FIELDS. -4-. I m -I a Spindle Top Heights is the name given to the location of the first of the great gashing wells of petroleum that bar made Beaumont Texas, famous. The first well at 10:30 a. m., Jan. 10, 1901, suddenly shot out a great volume of water, sand, rocks, gaa-and oil, breaking the derrick and hurling fragments for hundreds of feet. It was nine days before the flow could be controlled. It soon changed to be a great jet of crude oil of purest quality, going to waste at the rate of 70,000 barrels da'Jjr. Since that time Beaumont, then a small Texas town, has become a city of 20,000 inhabit ants and the number of gushers in its vicinity has increased to nearly CO, with more In prospect. The 50 Beaumont gushers are capable of producing In ten days as much oil as the wells of West Virginia, Cali fornia, Indiana and Ohio have in the last fifty years. The actual cost of producing this oil is one-fifth of a cent per barrel, while the ability of the producers to handle It cannot be crippled by hostile combinations of capital, because of the proximity of the field to the deep water ports of the Gulf of Mexico. r i i - ASTERS. Walled In with fire on either hand I walk the lonely wood-road thro'; The maples flame above my head, And spaces whence the wind has shed About my feet the living red, Are filled with broken blue. And crowding close .along the way The purple asters blossom free; In full profusion far and wide. They fill the path on every side. In loose confusion multiplied To endless harmony! The autumn wood the aster knows, The empty nest, the wind that grieves, The sunlight breaking thro the shade, The squirrel chattering overhead, The timid robbit'B lighter tread Among the rustling leaves. And still beside the Bhadowy glen She holds the color of the skies; Along the purpling wayside steep She hangs her fringes passing deep, And meadows drowned In happy sleep Are lit by starry eyes! Vick's Magazine. i ' "There's Many a Slip." pQ LEN ECHO possessed a fasclna- IVJ7 tiou ror naeunor w aae wnicn was hard to resist, and every opportunity which afforded Itself found her either on her way to that beautl f ul little park, or seated upon a rustic bench in some secluded nood. Usually ehe bad a book or magazine with her, but It would often lie for hours en tirely neglected upon the seat, while her gaze was fixed upon the magical find ever changing hues of the Virgin 1a hills on the opposite side of the Po tomac River. To Eleanor, this spot was far more beautiful than any cultivated park in J IIE NOTICED A BEAUTIFUL CLUSTER OF FLOWERS. the world. Here Nature asserted her rights to the full, and where Art play ed a pnrt. it was only to enhance tKe beauty of the wonderfully picturesque rscenery. There were pretty rustic bridges over the nnrrow chasms; there were artistic stairways built down the teep sides of the cliffs, and Innumer able benches and chairs of fantastic shapes were placed in delightfully cool nnd shady nooVs, or out upon ledges of rock, overhanging deep ravines. To one of the latter Eleanor always came, nnd if she found it already oc cupied, her disappointment was keen. That particular seat ("our bench," they bad called it), was sacred to the mem ory of many hours of happiness, and to-day the young girl's thoughts dwelt lovingly upon them. She remembered :a thousand and on little Incidents; trivial events, of no importance at the -tiiue, but now, delightful to look back upon. The future without Hal Bur ton loomed up before her blankly. Her eyes filled with tears, and there was a pain in her heart which she found it impossible to assuage. It was in vain that she tried to be come interested In the beauty of the scene before her. Down at the foot of the steep banks, she saw the boats passing up and down the slug-Jn canal. Then she looked beyond, iver the pretty little wooded island, where the roof of the Pleasure Club house could be seen between the trees, to the many rocks in the river, around which the waters of the Potomac ejjdled and whirled unceasingly, making a picture fur too difficult for the brush of mortal man. i "Ah, yes, Hal ' could paint that water!" Eleanor declared mentally, Among her most highly prized tna sures was a sketch of the river and a glimpse of the Virginia hills, which Hal had been making on the- day her party had accidentally come upon him in this very spot It was'bere e had -been Introduced to her; here, some time later, he had asked her to be his wife. Here It was, she promised, and then had followed those many delightful months. To-day the thoughts of the unhappy girl continually drifted back over the hours, oh, such happy times, spent in these woods and the Chautau qua grounds adjoining, where she and her lover wandered like two children, finding "tongues In trees, books In running brooks, sermons in stones, and good In everything." Alns! It was here they bad quarrel ed; what it had all been about the girl could scarcely remember. Both were foolshlly quick, both proud. To who was at fault, Eleanor now gave no thought; she would have taken ' the blame and asked forgiveness for ber hasty words, fault or no fault. If he had but come to her; but be did not, and she could not seek him. Not long afterward she had gone abroad with her parents, and when she re turned to Washington, it was only to learn that Hal had left the city. She caught her breath sharply and pressed her hand ngninst her heart as If to quiet its violent throbbing, when a sudden thought flashed Into her mind. Perhaps he did not care; per haps his was merely a fancy. No, no! She felt that he had suffered, too, for he loved her; of that she was con vinced, and as she sat thinking of the happy past and the dreary future with out him, she vowed to herself that If she ever saw him again she would speak to him and explain, even if he did not come to her. But where was he? Would she ever see him again ever have an opportunity to explain? Sitting thus dejectedly, she allowed her eyes to wander restlessly from ob ject to object, scarcely heeding what she saw, until, on the opposite side of the Harrow ravine, over which the ledge of rock projected, Bhe noticed a beautiful cluster of early autumn flow ers. They seemed almost within reach, and she decided to gather them as a souvenir of this visit to Glen Echo. Perhaps it would be the last, for each succeeding visit only served to make her more lonely than before. Then, beside, "Autumn, laying here and there a fiery finger on the leaves," told only t6o plainly of approaching winter, when this loved spot would be robbed of many of its beauties. Stepping from the rock, Eleanor climbed up a lew feet and steadying ! herself by clutching the ferns and ! bushes at her side, reached out over the narrow space toward the .coveted blossoms. Closing ber hand around them, she gave a quick jerk to pull them from the stem, but at that In stant the moss covered stone upon which her weight rested moved slight ly, and she felt herself slipping down the bank. She frantically clutched some bushes growing directly before her, but In her eagerness caught them too near the tops, and the branches slipped through her fingers, leaving only the leaves In her hand. A second attempt caused her to lose her balance altogether, and she half slipped, half rolled, some distance down the bank, carrying with her. In the descent, a shower of dirt and small stones. An instant later she found her self sitting upon a ledge of rock jut ting out from the hillside, upon which was a bench similar to the one upon which she had. been seated. Making no attempt to rise, Eleanor leaned back against the bench, unde cided whether to laugh or cry, and thinking bow ridiculous she must ap pear, and thankful, Indeed, that no one had witnessed her undignified fall, She was shaken and breathless, but uninjured, and she laughed as she thought how fortunate It was Hal was not with ber this time. She was star tled by a slight exclamation; then came a hurried footstep, and a voice said: "Are you hurt? Let me assist you, Instinctively Eleanor drew her feet toward her sideways, smoothing out ber skirt with one band, while with the other she tried to put back her hair, which bad become loosened by the fall. Again the voice spoke. "Tell me are you hurt?" The girl glanced up quickly, then, with a surprised little "oh!" covered ber crimson face with both hands. As she turned toward the speaker be sprang back, exclaiming, "Eleanor!" and the next instant was on his knees at ber side. ' With one arm about her, be gently took her hands away from ber face, and kissed away the tears of humilia tion which started into the blue eyes. "Eleanor, my darling, what has hap pened?" asked the young man, as he raised the girl and put her upon the bench, still keeping his arm about ber. "I wanted a flower which was a little above 'our bench' and I fell from the ledge above," she answered. "You fell from the ledge above," he repeated, glancing upward, then at the dark ravine below. He shuddered and drew the girl closer to him. "Eleanor, sweetheart, I have been the most wretched man in the whole world for many months. I would have come to beg you to forgive my thoughtless words long ago, but I did not know where you were, I went abroad solely for the purpose of finding you, but I missed your party continually. At last I heard you were at borne, so I came back to Washington at once, arriving only this morning. I intended calling upon you this evening. To-day, when I came here and found our bench oc cupied, I was greatly disappointed, and was coming down to this seat to wait until the other was vacant. And Just think, sweetheart, it was you all the time."' "Yes, Hal," Eleanor said. "As I sat there I made up my mind to go to yon, and explain away our little misun derstanding If ever I had the oppor tunity; but really I did not intend to throw myBelf at your head In this fashion," she added, with a smile. "Well," he aaid, with mock gravity, "your coming to explain was rather sudden and entirely unexpected, but since you are not hurt," he continued. tenderly, "I bless the fortunate slip that brought you back to me." Both laughed happily, and the young man said earnestly: "I did not expect to find my sweet heart here, at Glen Echo, where we first met Eleanor, dear, let us go and be married In the little chapel In the Chautauqua Park now to-day. cannot run the risk of again loslnsg you." "No, no, Hal," protested Eleanor, "not to-dny but a month from to day." Waverley. The American Handshake. The "o ffl e I a 1 handshake" will be contiuued In spite of the menace of the anarchist and the murderous fa natic. It springs from something fundamental in hu man nature and in digenous to the soil of a free country. There is no doubt that safeguards much more stringent than those resorted to in the past wiil hereafter be thrown about the person of the President of the United States; not to heed the awful example of the tragedy at Buffalo would be criminal negligence. On the other hand, however, these pro tective measures must and will be put in force without the personal knowledge of the President. The American handshake is an ele mental expression of American democ racy which will remain. All sorts of motives will dictate the continuance of this practice; but the best one and probably that which baa the most vitality in it ia that of the natural friendliness and courage of the typical American who has attained political dis tinction and position. hen he is in a crowd of Americans he feels that he is surrounded by his own people. He asks himself: "What is there to be afraid of; Why should anyone wish to do me harm?" Prom the bottom of his heart comes the answer: "There is nothing to fear. These are my friends and I will not do them the in justice to suspect that one of them would lift a finger to injure we." This answer is honest and hearty nnd all the tragic proofs thnt such logic is nut safe, at least so fur as the chief executive of the country is coucerned, do not seem to apply in the case of the ordinary pub lic man who faces a crowd of his own countrymen, WILLIAM E. MASON, United States Senator from Illinois. confuse there he has at once stand ing which he must so lire as to maintain. In the great city individuality is reduc ed to a minimum; prominent attainments give a man no special prestige, except in small gatherings where his virtues may be explained in advance. All live at the topmost speed, and so far as the public ia concerned indifference is encountered on every hand, save among a small coterie of intimate friends. No matter where the man goes, he is ever among a few friends and a great many strangers. For a man to make the most of his life and give the most to his fellows, he must be a substantial part of a community and not a mere cog In the intricate machinery of metropolitan activity, or, what ia worse, an eager onlooker, with no chance to obtain a place in the crowded proces sion. And now with the great advan tages which the smaller cities afford with mnil delivery, daily papers, tele phone, etc., reaching to the hamlets and farms the young professional man of to-day will find richer possibilities for himself than ever before in the smaller cities of our country. WEBSTER BARTON. Her Reference. One sen-ant girl on Long Island has a reference that should readily secure her employment if she ever decides to leave her present position. But she won't decide to leave, If the family she now works for can help It. One afternoon a few days ago when her master was In the city and her mis tress wag visiting neighbors, a man called and asked for the lady of the house. When the maid told him she was out he seemed greatly disap pointed: "It's really very important" he ex plained. "Could you get me paper and a pencil? I'd like to leave a note." "Certainly," said the maid. She stepped out on the stoop and rang the front door bell. The cook came to the door. Paper, an envelope and a pencil for this gentlemnn." said the maid. The man wrote bis note and sealed It After telling the maid to be sure to see that her mistress got It the minute she returned he left. That evening, when the woman of the house bad read the note and heard the circumstances under which It was delivered, she smiled and handed it to her maid. 'Jane," she said, "you may keep this. It may do as a reference some time." This is what the man had written: uear oiaaam: xour niaia is no fool." New York Sun. The Young Man's Chances. The progressive youth, reared in a small town, chafes under the restraint of his environment, He longs for contact with the whirl and bustle of a metropoli tnn city, possibly realizes his wish, and ultimately goes to a large city like New York or Chicago, and, if you please, takes up the study of some profession. After several years of life in this whirlpool of activity, what does he come to see and feel? Simply this, that in the large city there is so much to see, to hear, to read, to study, so many of each kind, that all is confusion. He finds that every day be is unconsciously drifting more and more into superficial habits. Ihe mind is absorbed in receiv ing, and has no time for considering, and in a day's run out of town now and theu he can do more real thinking than in a month amid all this confusion of opportu nities. To get the most out of life the young man must be moral, honest, energetic. ambitious and for all this, regardless of bis ability, he needs a stimulus, and what can be better than the calcium light of public observation under which he al ways walks in a smaller city. There he enjoys advantages, not so many as to f!!i:--V:::;;li:ii,V Mil!' k China, come from the province of Quail Tung. The treaty of lNS was made to stop Chinese labor, but since, laws have been passed keeping out Chinese mer chants auil tradesmen; consequently the high and worthy Chinese do not get into thia country. WO TING FANG. Chinese Minister at Washington. Some New Laws Are Needed. 1m I fully appreciate the excellence of your political, econ omical and educa tional systems. Too much cannot be said In praise of the founders of this country for their foresight, but excel lent as are the sys tems they founded, they are not yet perfectly suited to all times. China lives too much in the past. I am sorry for it. Her literature and her government are relics of the past. They were all right when China was isolated, but In these days of progress are inade quate for present needs. As to the strife which Is almost con stantly being waged between capital and labor in this country, it is said that cap- ital Is antagonistic to labur. Why Is this so? One is essential to the other. There should, be a better application of the value of both. Trusts and labor unions should unite. Why should not disputes between capital and labor be taken into the courts like civil suits for settlement? Referring to the immigration laws of the United States, this country needs restrictive immigration laws of general scope and not laws that single out one race. If it is deemed advisable to make such laws, let 'he laws apply to all Asi atics and Europeans. I am sure the American people, who love fair play, will not enact legislation to oppress a people who are not in a position to retaliate. China has 350,000,000 people, and her immense territory is able to support this population. Chinnmeu love home and have a horror of traveling abroad. All Chinamen, except diplomats who leave No Antitoxin for Tuberculosis. As to the possibility of devel oping some antitoxin that would prevent one from acquiring tu lierculosls, I thiuk it very remote. The medical analogy between smallpox and tuberculosis is not suillclently related to make the reasoning of one apply to the other. In smallpox practically everyone la liabU to the disease unless vaccinated. With tuberculosis the human system es tablishes, through vital resistauce, a nat ural immunity from the disease. It ! only where the general health of the in dividual la run down that he la liable to contract the disease. On the other hand, In smallpox high systemic vigor does not per se, immunise one. As a matter ot fact, we do not know how vaccine pre vents smallpox, neither do we know how nature curea tuberculosis. Of course we are pathologically familiar with the changea that nature institutes, by leslous where tuberculosis Is cured; but what there ia lu the system which produces or causes these lesions to form wa are lu ig norance. Therefore, In the present state of our knowledge, It would seem futile to hope for an anti-tubercular vacolue to be pro duced that would immunise the human race against the frightful scourge ot the great white plague. The wise thing for all people to remember Is the truth of the Scotch adage: "It la easier to keep out than to get out." Hence all Individuals lower vital resistance or those in whom through employment and environment the conditions are at work to produce the pos sibility of tubercular invasion should at once remove themselvea from such excit ing causes. The best cure for tubercu losis la the prevention of It. HOMER M. THOMAS, M. D. Unrest of the Rich. A man who has mude a fortune Is never at rest. Ha be gins by driving dol lars. He ends with the dollars driving tilin. 1 have less time now that I can call ny own than ever be fore. I am busy all the time, early and lute, mornings, nights and holidays. I am ou the jump all day, from one thing to another, until I swear that I won't set another man and will stop and go to the hotel. My secretary calls a carriage, watches until the coast is clear, anil I dodge out, like a sneak thief, to avoid be ing buttonholed by the people who want to tell mo their troubles. I get to the hotel and am wayluid again. I fly from there to my home, order the servants to say I am not at home and try to get a little time with my family. The world seems to be full of people wanting somebody else to do their work for them. I have found that only one person can help a man very much, and that Is himself. If a man waits for some body else to lift him along, he will stay where be is In a majority of cases. THOMAS W. LAWSON. "GRANNY" AND THE PRINCESS. Soared by a Lawyer's Card. A Newark lawyer was sitting in his office when Mrs. B., a friend, entered, and proceeded to tell blm of the diffi culty a Mr. C. was lu through a loan be bad made to Mr. D. Mr. C. was in great need of the money, but Mr. D, refused to return the sum, which was quite a large one. "I think," said Mrs. B. to the lawyer, "that if you should take bold of the case you could collect the money." "All right" said the barrister, think ing of the neat little fee that would be his after he had. succeeded In inducing Mr. D. to part with the Bum claimed by Mr. C. "I'll give you one of my cards to hard to Mr. C. If be will step In and see me I'll handle the case for him." Shortly afterward the lawyer left the city for a few days' outing In the coun try. On his return he inquired of Mrs. B. what had become of Mr. C. and bis claim against Mr. D. "Oh, that's all settled," replied the woman. Mr. C. said be just went to Mr. D., showed him your card, and said be had retained you in the case. Mr. D. paid the money at once." Now the lawyer is wondering where his prospective fee is coming in. He believes he has a good case against Mr. C. for about 1 per cent of the amount of Mr. C.'s loan, but has not decided whether to press the case or not New ark News. Greaoeus' Costly Harness. The quarter boots of the famous trot ting horse Cresceus cost about $10, shin boots $14, knee and arm extension $25, The hind shin, speedy cut and hock ex tension, with curb Joint protection. cost $50 a set The two-minute harness of Itself costs but about $25, yet the main harness costs over $100. Cres ceus' reins cost at least $50 a pair. What has become of the old-fashioned woman who thought she could not Invite a soul to the house to eat with out including the preacher and hie wife? Ever remark that if a man can sing a little, be doesn't keep a job very long? A Pleasant Story of the Wife of the Kinz of KnKlanit In the village of Derslnghani, writes a Sundrlnghain visitor, there is an old, old lady, living In the cottage at the corner, who Is very proud of many things in her little home. They were given her from time to time by Queen Alexandra. On sunny mornings "Gran ny" comes out iu her white suiibunnet and potters about among her flowers. Then is the best time to talk to her. "The Queen?" she says, with a puz- tled look. "I don't kuow who you mean,' sir." Suddenly she remembers, and a smile lights up the old eyes and ulavs with the wrinkled features. "Is it the Princess you mean?" she says. You tell her yes, and she says sud denly: "Ah, my dear, you don't know the Princess, do you?" and then, speak ing softly and smiling to herself, she tells you the following characteristic tale: One morning, two winters ago let me see, It was a Tuesday, 'cause I was doiu' my bit o' Ironlu' there came a knock at the door. I didu't take notice. I thought it were Jim, my son-in-law, and he just knocks and walks in. So I went on with my lrouin'. Presently there came another knock. So I calls, 'Walk in but. because the Iron was nice and hot, I didn't stop. And there. my dear. It was the Princess and ber daughter, and I'd kept them outside knocking, and It was a bitter morning. I was so flurried that I didn't know what to do. I stood with the heater In my band, and all I could do was to make my curtsy. But ber highness didn't seem to mind it a bit She says, 'Good-mornin', Granny. We Just walk ed in to see how you were this cold mornin'.' I had got over my flurry by this time, and dusted two chairs for them to sit on, and put my Iron on the tire. But the Princess wouldn't have me stir. She turned to her daughter and said, 'You take Granny's iron while she sits down and talks to me.' So tie young princess took the iron and ironed while I sat down and talked with ber mother." Granny arose and went to a drawer. She took out a handkerchief wltb a gay colored border, and brought it across. "She ironed that, my dear, just as you see it I put It away and never used it since. Well, the Princess, her mother, and me talked. She told me as how she liked the country better than London, where she couldn't walk about or go out very much. Then she asked me about Jim, and Sarah, and the baby. I told ber the child was troubled with his teeth, and she mi id that sho remem bered quite well when her own babies were bad with their teeth and the trou ble she had with them. She stayed and talked for nearly an hour. I was afraid to ask her to have anything, but she remembered- my ginger wine, and ask ed If she and her daughter might have a glass, because It was warming In winter time." London M. A. P. THE HANOVERIAN TREASURE Ita Narrow K.capo from Capture by the Prussians. The story of the Duke of Cumber land's fortune has been Just related by Herr von HiiHsell. The Duke's father, George V., had a narrow escape of find ing himself both klngdoinlesH and pen niless. The state treasures of Hanover were only placed In safety a few hours before Prussia declared war on the ex cellent blind king. The person who saved the financial part was Herr Klenck, Chief Secretary of the Ex chequer. He had to remove 720,000 thalers In silver, 89,000 crowns in gold, worth about 30 shillings each; 54,000 in English bank notes, 30,000 In Prus slan thalers, 250,000 in Hanover bank notes, and 19.000.000 worth of English, Dutch, French and other Government bonds. The (gold crowns were packed In seventy-nine wine tubs, the bonds la ten chests, the Hanover batik notes in bales, and the thalers lu crates lined with tin. This variety lu tiie packing was to prevent notice being taken nt the railway or the port of embarkation, where Prusslun agents were reported as on the lookout These barrels mid hales were taken by an ordinary goods train to an out lying station, and then rapidly shifted to a special train that was to go at full speed to Gresteiiiuiide. It started at 11:30 p. m. on June 15, 1800. But they had forgotten to order sta tioumastcr to keep the line lighted, and the euglne- luen had to creep along In momentary fear of uu accident The train was late for the steamer that was to tuke the treasure to England. The risk of taking it ou board a Lloyd's steamer, the Bremen, had to be run on the night of June 17. Klenck grew gray In the two days of suspense. Prussian men-of-war were hanging about near the mouth ot the Kibe. The Bremen entered South ampton on June 11), and did not Bight a single Prussian vessel ou the way. London Truth. A man's head Is so turned by a wom an lu his courtship days that after he marries It revolves around so rapidly In untwisting that It Is likely to come off. BICYCLE IDEA IN ROLLER SKATES. Here is a roller skate that Is a sort of bicycle for the foot It has only just been patented. The weight of the skater resting upon one foot pushes down a spring, which le so arranged by gearing with the rear wheel as to propel the whole mechanism powerfully. The skater need hardly do more ' than walk along, and the machine does the rest, pushing him ahead at a tre mendous speed. 7'