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THAT YUMA FELLOW
By ESTHER LEARLE DOBYN3.
"There isn't a man or a horse In
the country that I can't tame," boasted
old Squire Haines.
"Hosses, yes, squire, we admit that,"
said Rancher Joe, "but you don't know
the Yumas. That specimen you just
saw shoot up the town, Iztu, is mild
compared to some of them. He did
no harm. When he does, why " and
the drawling speaker touched the butt
of a revolver at his hip pocket sig
nificantly, "we plug 'em."
"Yes, that's all right. I know your
way of action when you get ready to
drop on a man, but this Yuma fellow
terrorizes the women and children
with his wild ways and talk, and gives
a bad name to the town."
; "Oh, well, he comes down here only
about once a month, has his spree,
gets rid of his exuberant spirits and
takes care not to be so outrageous
that the sheriff nabs him."
"I could cure him make him gentle
as a lamb," declared the squire. "It'd
be a work of charity see?"
"You couldn't," disputed Joe. "Once
a Yuma always a Yuma."
"Bet you a hundred dollars!" chal
lenged Haines. "I reckon you've for
gotten that I've been a second Rarey"
with horses."
"I don't. You were a crackerjack
at that back in our home town."
: "And when they elected me justice
of the peace, didn't I about reform the
town?"
"I'll give you that credit," assented
Joe, "although some of the criminate
you let up on played you to a finish.
Yumas, though, are born with a raging
devil inBlde of 'em. You can't reach
'em, squire. Don't try."
"Do you take my bet?" persisted
Haines.
! Joe looked speculative. He viewed
his old-time friend with intense study.
Finally he drew a roll of bills from
his pocket.
i "Done," he announced definitely,
"provided"
i "Well?"
, Honest, artless Joe began to blush
and stammer. Finally he blurted out:
A Flying Human Terror.
I
j "That sister of yours Hermia. You
know I was spooney on her, squire,
ten yearB since back home. Now she
comes West with you on your visiting
(trip to old friends, and she's the same
.blooming rose. I'm a timid, modest
.man, squire, and know I ain't half
good enough for hor, but I'm better
and richer than I was when I proposed
'to ber in the old days and got turned
down. Sure you haven't any objec
tion to me as a brother-in-law, squire?"
"Me? I should say not, Joe!"
"Then let the bet go this way: If
lyou lose you are to sort of take my
I part and bring the proposal up to
.Hermia in a delicate way. Sort ot
break the Ice see?" pressed Joe anx
iously. , "Why, I'll do it anyway, Joe!" cried
!the squire heartily. "All right. The
bet goes on that basis."
i Haines fancied he was a great reader
of human nature. At heart he was the
most humane soul ever lived. He had
a theory of persuasive kindness as to
the treatment ot the weak, misguided
and criminal. He had. in fact, done
great philanthropic good in his ttme.l
Animals loved him, and he was really
a wonderful horse trainer. He had
started some unfortunates on a new
and better path. Now, with his Bister
staying for a week at the little Okla
homa border town, he had noted the
wayward Yuma, Iztu, and had resolved
to "reform" htm.
He managed to send word to Iztu,
down at the Yuma reservation, that he
wished to buy some of the pretty shell
work of the native women.
It was two days later when a long
haired, bronze-faced man came to his
door. At once Haines decided it was
Iztu, and so he was accepted by the
town in general. This Yuma, how
ever, did not at once make for the set
tlement saloons, where he should have
been best known. Mild, smiling, clear
headed and welt behaved, he somewhat
aatonlshed Haines.
He bought a whole cartload of shell
and beaded stuff, which the squire
yarohated at a food Sfura. Than ha
Invited Iitu to Btay with him for i
week.
I want you as a guest," he man
aged to make the native understand
"You are a fine, sensible specimen o
humanity, and I want to reform yo4
from wasting your time in drink.
"No drink. Glad to stay," declared
the Yuma, and the town marveled
Never a more circumspect Yuma via"
ited the place. He sauntered about
genial and sober, enjoying the goodly
fare he was awarded free of charge,
"Well, I've lost my bet," acknowl
edged Rancher Joe, coming to the ho
tel one day, where Haines and his pro
tege were.
"Cured him, eh!" chuckled the
squire.
"Never saw or heard anything like
it," said Joe, "why," staring at the
docile Yuma "he's gentle as a kit
ten." "Kindness my system, see?" exult
ed Haines. "About Hermia, Joe I've
spoken to her."
"You have?"
"Yes, and suppose you drop in oo
us this evening?"
"She"
"Nothing!" interrupted the squire,
peremptorily. "I don't guarantee any
thing, nor do I, know her mind. I do
know, though, that she's delighted to
see her old reckless, harum-scarum
lover a man of principle and ambition.
She's getting on the shady side of girl
hood, so "
"Say, I'll be here, don't worry!"
spoke Joe, all a-flutter. "Reckon I'll
square up on that bet now."
Joe took out his pocketbook. He
proceeded to select some bank bills. A
sharp, sudden sound from the street
distracted his attention.
"What's that?" he challenged.
"Ha!" ejaculated the Yuma.
They all rushed to the window.
Bang! bang! a piercing series ot
blood-curdling yells, a flying human
terror mounted on a mettled mustang
Iztu broke loose, on a rampage, and
snooting up the town!
At the real Iztu, a devastating
Tartar, and then at the bland, peace
ful counterfeit Iztu, Haines stared,
agape.
"I vum!" gasped the squire, breath
lessly.
Uured!" snickered Joe, catching
on.
"Bruder my bruder, Iztu." ex
plained Orvu, artlessly, pointing after
the vanishing human cyclone on horse
back.
'A. put-up job!" muttered the squire.
'I think not," demurred Joe. "The
peaceful one came on his peaceful
mission. They must be twins, and you
accepted him as Iztu, He fell easily
into the situation. Don't blame him."
"Say I'll double the amount I've
lost If you'll keep quiet at home about
my wonderful cure out here."
"At home? Why, I'm not going to
write to your home town about this
little circumstance, good joke that it
is." i
No, but you may blab when you get
there"
"Get there? Why, who's going back
with you?"
'I think you are, if you mind your
p's and q's with Hermia," grinned the
squire, and he poked Joe in the ribs.
'You hit it right!" fairly radiated
Joe that evening, after a delightful
hour in Hermla's company, and return
ing the poke in the ribs with interest,
"And I'm the happiest man in Okla
homaor out of It, either!"
(Copyright, 19H, by W. G. Chapman.)
Thoughtful Husband.
He was walking along the street
with a new snow shovel on his shoul
der when he met an acquaintance who
asked:
"Why, Mr. Baron, you can't be look-
lng for snow this week?"
No sir, not this week," was the re
ply.
"Nor yet this month?"
"No, not hardly."
"I should say It would be tw
months before you would have need
of that shovel."
"Yes, about two months."
"But you got it at a bargain, per.
haps?"
"No, sir, no bargain. In fact I paid
ten cents extra to get it so far ahead
of time.
"If I give my wife time in which ta
get used to the sight of It, there won't
be any sudden Bbock when she comet
to use It!"
Flowers Soothe the Nerves.
Flowers act as a food and rest tc
the weary brain In the same mannei
that food allays hunger. In the dally
routine of every woman's life hei
brain and eyes become weary and re
quire jest; sleep alone does not sat
lsfy, and to fill this want there 1;
nothing that will quite equal a few
moments gazing at a pretty bouquet
of bright-colored flowers or the lnhala
tion of some pleasing scent.
The mind of many a sick person hat
been diverted from their disease by
the presence of a brightly-colored bou.
quet or some sweet-smelllng scent!
their brain being started on a netf
channel of thought that raoldly leads
to recovery. Christian Science Mont-
tor.
Study the Child.
Many of the supposed harmful de
sires and tendencies of childhood are
to be not opposed and suppressed, but
wisely guarded and exercised. There
are In truth natural and necessary fac
tors of a continuous personal growth
and experience, and It is only our Ig
norance which hinders or prescribes
their normal development. The un
conscious crimes ot parents against
their own children constitute a terri
ble list which rises up in condemna
tion of parental Ignorance, stupidity
and Inhumanity Exchange, -
FIJIAN
Fiji, as a dependency of the British
tioned the sending of a contingent of native troops to the front. The photograph Bhows a aouad of these tall, well
built soldiers being drilled by a British officer. w j
GERMAN SHARPSHOOTERS IN WELL PROTECTED LAIRS
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German sharpshuoters behind such spllnterproof sloping sheds as this are
)ehtnd straw breastworks they Are through a narrow slit that runs the entire
German cruiser Karlsruhe, which
In the South Atlantic.
ADMIRAL MADDEN
Admiral Sir Charles Edward Mad
den, C. V. 0,, who commands the
Third cruiser squadron of the British
navy. He was born in 18SS.
Officsrl
He climbed on the rear platform of
an early morning street car and an
nounced to the crowd:
"Qlmme room, gents, I've got the
foot-and-mouth disease."
The crowd gave him room and be
gan to size him up.
'Surest thing you know," he went
on. as he rolled a cigarette. "Coma
and the toothache."
Tares!" yelled the conductor, and
the crowd resumed lta 10101001,
TROOPS TO ENTER THE WAR.
empire, is to take an active Dart in
KARLSRUHE STILL ELUDES THE
. ft ' It
flp ' I ' '
the British warships bo far have been
MR. AND MRS. HERRICK RETURN HOME
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Myron T. Herrick, who as ambassador to France did wonders In caring
for the distressed of various nations In Paris, and Mrs. Herrick, photographed
on their arrival In New York. They were given an ovation there and also in
OaTeland, Ohio, their home city.
the war. the colonial office havine sanc
almost impossible to dislodge. From
length of the shelter.
BRITISH
unable to catch.
It is believed to be
ANCIENT GOLD MINING
HOW THE TIBARENI COLLECTED
THE PRECJOUS METAL.
From Their Method Originated the
Legend of the Golden Fleece Coun
try Still Is Rich In Most Val
uable Ores.
In the legend of the Golden Fleece
fies hidden the record of an ancient
method of the Tibareni, the sons of
Tubal, for the collection of gold. The
north coast of Asia Minor produced
large quantities of the precious met
als, as well as copper and iron. Gold
was found In the gravel, as often hap
pens still in streams draining from
copper regions. The gold In copper
ores, originally containing insignifi
cant amounts of the precious metals,
accumulates in the course of ages, and
sometimes forms placers of astonish
ing richness. The ancient Tibareni
washed the gold-bearing gravel, first
by booming, which concentrated the
gold into relatively small amounts of
sand. This was then collected and
washed through sluices having the
bottoms lined with sheepskins. The
gold would sink into the wool, while
the sand would be washed away in
the swift current, writes Courtenay
de Kalk in the Mining Age. The skins
were removed from the sluices, the
coarser gold shaken out, and ' the
fleeces, still glittering with the yellow
metal, were hung upon boughs to dry
so that the rest of the gold might
be beaten from them and saved. The
early Greek mariners, witnessing this
process, carried home tales of the
Iwonderful riches of a land where a
jwarllke race of miners hupg golden
fleeces upon the trees in the grove of
AreB. After so many millenniums the
,metalIiferous country of Tubal-Caln
js once more coming into prominence.
The natives still cull the high-grade
copper ore, and break it into smalls,
which they cover with wood and roast
to matte; they still work the matte
in forge-like furnaces to black cop
per, which they ship to Alexandretta
and to Euxlne ports. They still make
the famous carbonized iron that was
celebrated as Damascus steel because
it was distributed through this mart
to the rest of the world after receiv
ing a finish by local Damascene work
men. These decadent methods, that
give a hint of the approved practice
of the father of metallurgy, will soon
became wholly extinct, for the modern
miner is studying the disseminated
copper ores of the Black sea coast,
and threatening to rekindle on a mag
nificent scale the smoldering fires of
Tubal-Caln.
On the Captain's Deck.
It is hard to imagine the skinner
of a British man-of-war sleeping on
the deck of his ship between a couple
of his stokers, but this has happened
in the American navy.
That teetotal navv is tha most fr
and easy of any in the world, but
this incident surprised even the Amer
ican stokers.
It hannened nff Rnntinp-n rinrino- tha
blockade on Commodore Schley's flae-
Ship. Brooklyn. No liehts wern nl.
lowed to be shown from the ships at
night, and, as this meant all portholes
shut, the temperature below decks
was unbearable. Every man who
could slept on deck, the skipper among
them.
This officer laid himself down one
night on his quarterdeck to snatch
a few hours' rest. He was awak
ened in the dawn, says the Mirror, by
hearing a sleepy voice next to him
murmur to a companion, "Darned if
It ain't the cap'n!" And, opening his
eyes, he saw two of his stokers rise
up suddenly from his side and disap
pear swiftly for'ard. Tit-Bjts.
Encouragement From Mr. Howells.
From time to time as one advances
in years, one feels obliged, by that
sclerositi of the tastes which Is ant to
occur in old age, to abandon the
world to its accumulated errors, and
retire upon the superiority of the ir
revocable past. At such momenta it
appears that there are no such novels
as there once were, that Action is not
at all the thing it used to be; yet
from time to time amidst the flatter.
ing despair In which one attributes to
oneself a share of that vanished su
periority, one has surprises of excel
lence in contemporary work. Some
unimagined writer, hitherto quite un
read, presents h mself in a book dpt.
haps unwillingly borrowed and pro
vokes one to inquiry about the man
who wrote It. He could not have
written that story only: he must have
done others, better or worse, and one
goes on reading as many of his books
as one can lay one's hands on. Wil
liam Dean Howells in the Nort)
American Review.
West Shipping by Way of Canal.
Since the Panama canal was opened
there have been a few surprises, es
pecially In the source of bo ne of the
freight shipped by that route. The
Scientific American notes that a con
siderable proportion is coming from
as far west as Ohio, being sent to'
New York by rail for shipment
through the canal to San Francisco.
As an instance of this 15,000 tons of
wrought Iron pipe were shiDDed In
this way from Youngstown, 0. It
would have cost 65 cents a hundred
weight to send it by all rail; it cost
48 cents a hundredweight by way of
New York and the canal.
From Indiana canned corn Is beinz
tent to the Pacific coast through the
canal and from Alabama, via Nav
Orleans. cAst Iron pipe Is going.