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FAMOUS SPINDLE TOP HEIGHTS IN THE BEAUMONT, TEXAS, OIL FIELDS.
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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.
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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
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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'