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WRIGHT’S Factory and Repository, * its and Iadlson Streets. inter Underwear“! South Iorwslk. FOR OINTQ, LADIES AND CHILDREN. . In large variety and excellent value at f / l A. Dickerman a Son’s, as Isshlngton “root, ,- - - loath Isrwslk, coausotlout. JAM I. GOLDEN. READ summons-r. THI Work Done - .3-75‘ . j . _. i . . AND SNAKE. ”This lastlittia, Indlsn' scare tundnda use of remaining that happened about so your! Ifl." said W! Million. flicking the ashes from his eigar.» ”I might call it the story of a» modern Damon and Pythisn but for the moment. which, [warn you. is not opariicnlarly joyful one. Still.“ you felloivsdon‘t mind the tragic, have 89“- , , , “About an yearssgo two young fol- lows, whom we’ll call Tom and Jack. started out to seek their fortuhu ranch— ing in Arlsona- The ranch fever was just then about It ltd height. England , and Australia as welfas our own out were sending out idiots in droves to the west. ‘lfouog followamauy of them well educated and of food birth and brcnsht so to oars um. , simply want wild over the . primitive freedom of that adventurous life until. with c'npit‘ai exhausted. downright hard work and privatidu inevitable. they came to wish—heaven knows how bitterly some of them wished it—«that they had never exchanged the communplace comforts of civilisation for the intoxicating un- certainty of frontier f life. These two youngsters, having‘ a tidy bit of capital between them on _ hearing of one, con- cluded to invest it in cattle and fixed upon Arizona on the most favorable spot for their financial experiment. "In a surprisingly short time they hsd'conquered every difficulty and made a good start. They built themselves a snug little house. were joint owners. of quite a bunch of cattle and had several boys as helpers. They had always been the closest of chums. these two. born in the same town. , _, ates iu boyhood, classmates at the university—you never knew two chaps more devoted. ' “Tom was a big fellow. blond, with a ruddy akin, honest blue eyes and n laugh—well. I tell you it did a fellow good justto hear him roar in his hearty way when any one gotr 9! a joke. "Jack was a little fellow. a bit deli. cats, not really equal to roughing it. ' He used to complain that Tom did the biggest share of the work. but Tom never would hear a word of that. and- while they smoked before the rough atone fireplace in their-one room of even- ings to hear Tom refeatc Jack's judg- ment and consult nbmt business mat- ters was to think'Tom's little partner one of the biggest and clevereat business heads of the age. ' ”For some time there had been ru- mors of an Indian outbreak. The Apaches were gettting restless, and al- ready several small hands had stolen % away from the reservation to hiding“= places in the” mountains. There was, of f course. a big scars. people leaving ; homes and property, especially where} thsre were women and children to be 1 considered. : "Tom and Jack talked it over and ; decided to stick to the ranch. To leave I was to lose everything—tbs bard won ’ result of months of toil—for, of course, i if they deserted. the boys couldn’t be expected to stay. There was a bare; chance of things blowing over. and in i any case watchfulnoss and systematic defense might save them if the worst did come. “So the» ranch was provisioned for a siege and fortified in every way. Adja- cent outbuildings. which might through nearness to the maih building become dangerous, were removed—everything. in short. which could insure safety when the critical moment arrived was anticipated and done. “One day a cowboy from a neighbor- ing ranch came riding in like mad. hat gone. blood streaming down his face. “ills tale was of the worst. His ranch had been attacked. the house burned. and every one killed but him- self. Ha. although closely pursued. had succeeded in eluding the Apaches. who were. however. close behind him. “Torn-aha was naturally the leader- at once called in allthe boys. Doors and windows were barricaded. last de- tails of defuse completed The horses were brought inside to a place already prepmd fa them.sotbat if asadbe there would be moms for attempted digitised possible escape;h livery man h sat on. some at e smus'at til? water ossks, in was put out the fires which would inevita- bly he started. "It was not a long wait. In every short time the ranch was surrounded evidently expected to find the house as unprotected as themes they had just destroyed. for, without a mosuant's pause. they made awild rush toward it. “They were not by a withering vol. . with onusiduablo lot. which. as a w lcsomelassco.haditssasct.hut yet undoubtedly roused did Indians to a still greater pitch of m. s by. days of cast- ‘ W‘wou . ,_ .. and self _, them less heart. They‘hadgiven up ‘ elithatrcops .Dli'i'ill.’ tiring not t W . , Th9 Miss loll-indeed had been so heavy that every unsknew the price which woald he «can it! mm molten bill). there was nothing to do buttohold on. Thsdp'nehus lsyhid- dsc, but if byohanoa any one showed himself at the reach these was suin- staut rain of flaring bullets. , ”To comp! to matters, the water couplings» to run alarmingly law. There was barely enough for the horses and men. none to spare for the lavish use demanded in putting out even a mall bless. The response was horrible. om saw that something would have to be done. That something was very sud-l deuly precipitated by the Indians them- selves. . ,. "b‘rseping up as close to the house as ptiasiblc, they made a series of rushes at the aide least defended, and each time. despite the loss of one or two more of their number, succeeded in throwing a lot of brush up against the house. This was as dry as tinder. and a last well directed brand set fire to the heap. ‘ "Water was at once thrown on the flames. but they were almost immedfi ately beyond control. . " ‘Boys.’.aaid Tom. as the heat grew momentarily more intense. 'we can’t die like rats in a hole. There’s only one chance. We must cut our way through. The horses are here. We‘ll go out in a hunch. Souls of us are sure to be drop- ped. but some of us ms at through. It‘s our only hope. If we. ave to die, it’ll be with our boots on and our guns in our hands.’ "The men answered with a ringing cheer. It was what they wanted—to die.- if need be, with their boots on-dle fighting. ” ‘Jack,’ said Tom, as he tightenlgl his saddle girths and locked carefu at every strap. ‘Juck, dear old boy, you and I go out together. We’ve done our best to save the reach, but they’ve downed us at last. We'll show them what wa're made of, though. Steady now. boys, until I say gci’ “No one falter-ed, even in that even of crackling flame. although the exalt- aut yells outside indicated only too plainly to welcome which awaited them. The wounded had been fastened to the saddles, the horses were ready— ncne too soon. for the animals were uivcring with fear. The door was t rcwn open. the signal given. and with the well known wild cowboy yell they dashed out. "Straight as a bullet. in a solid bunch, all yelling like demons, they prise. but only for n sewnd, bym sight of the horses, the Indians fished to their own ponies. Whoops and shots rang out, but close together the little band rode. Tom and Jack gallnntly leading. “To right and left they emptied their revolvers. while many a red devil bit the dust, and also, alas, many a saddle was emptied, until at last they were through—all that was left. that is. “ ‘Hurrayl’ yelled Tom. ‘Ncw for a race! They are after us. Jack. But never mind. We‘ll make straight for Seven Mile canyon. If we can only get through safe and sound. they’ll never catch us, and then it‘s clear 30 miles to Dolores. ’ ' “Ilia gale swept the ranks. Only five of them left, and that bloodthirsty pack E in the rear! Even his splendid, buoyant spirit quailod for the moment. “Then, as he looked at Jack—Jack game, but weakened by the siege, pale from excitement. blood stained, hardly human in appearance—his nerve came back. With set teeth he dashed on. Crack! One more empty saddle—an- other msn gone. As they reached the canyon the last man tumbled-«only Tom and Jack had survived the deadly hailstorm of lead. But, as Tom's uu' spoken prayer of gratitude for estrape formed itself, Jack fell forward on the neck of his horse. " ‘My God! You're hit!" “ ‘Never mind; don’t atop,’ and Jack clung to the pommol of his saddle for support. They were in the canyon now. threading its rocky labyrinth with cautious haste. ”Tom. with thankfulneu. heard the distant shouts grow fainter. How hor- ribly livid Jack's face was in the dim light. " ‘Thore's no use. We’ve got to stop.’ he said. springing from his horse. 'Here. let me on ybu up.’ And as he spoke be bandaged the wound. a nasty one in the side. “ ‘flold on. Jack. You must hold on it til we get through the canyon.’ T ‘ as a savage lightio Tom's eyes. 'Oau’t you manage it? ” ‘1’" try.’ murmured Jack faintly. and subs sounds of pursuit again came nearer both men grimly urged their horsestoa faster pace. Loss of blood was telling on Jack. Torn saw with an- guish that he could barely keep his seat on the horse. Oh. for a chance to exert his strength for this weaker companion, his boyhood's, mauhcod’s trusty oom- rdde. To die on the field of battle was nothing. but to die cornered. trapped. perhaps torturedl God, itwastoomnchi ,"Ths canyon was nothing more than thabedof abolddriadup stream, full of bowidsrs and lanastonas. itwas dangerouswcrk dashing through at full speed. but‘tbsrswas no time to pick that; way. They could only trust to on "Mon Tom's horse cam dowu witha Re had stopped iutca holsand brokauhialsg. [luckily'l‘out was “hurt by the fall. “'Quicki Up behind me.’ gasped Jack. landless were at the month of mew not mew-mm ' m rods for the Apaches. Taken by cur-fl hears. a double m7,” wounded almost unto death. for Jack was al- ' tundra dssdwllthtiinthis arias. all the noble. chivalrcus duality of Tara’s strong nature assertul itself. Jumping Minamoto as they rescue the an- tranca to the canyon. be rapidly sofas toned Jack’s cartridge halt. threw his ride to the ground and wound his insist. With a few quick turns around the at. most unconscious man. fastening him merely to the saddle. . ” 'Jnck, dear old chap, you go I‘ll hold them here.’ ‘ “ ‘No, no,‘ Jack struggled feebly. his tone was agoniaed. 'With me, Tom ~0r—die-together.’ ‘ ‘ “ ‘I’vo always been the boss. and I’m so still. Ride for Dolores and send back for me. ’ He threw his arms once around his friend in a tight embrace. and with one sharp out of the, rope started the horse of! like a shot. I Q C D , O D “Waking days afterward in Dolores from the stupor of unconsciousness, Jock found himself tenderly cared for by some of the townspeople who knew him, but unable even then to explain what had occurred. Fever set in, and for several weeks he hovered betwoen life and death. constantly raving in his delirium of Tom, calling for him, be- reaching him not to stay behind. ' “The Apacheahad been driven back. but were not completely subdued. But as soon as Jack was able to tell his terrible story a rescuing party was or- ganised and hurried to eleven Mile can- yon with ali the speed which was pru- rient. , “At first no trace of Tom could be found. Then. behind a rock was discov- ered a pileof cartridge shells. and final- ly, down in a little gully. the skeleton of a man lying face downward upon the ground, one “end of a rope tied about the neck, the other attached to a stake drivan deep into the ground. Alongside was a fairyiike skeleton fastened by a thong of rawhide to the same stake. “From these mute witnesses those familiar with Apache methods were able to imagine the awful fate which had overtaken poor Tom. _ ”This is what must have happened: Taking cover behind a rock, Tom held the iridium in check as long as possi- ble by peggiug away every time a red- shift gave him the opportunity to make one of his dead shots. As his ammuni- ticn ran low they gathered in closer about him. “To Tom—brave. heroic Tom—that mattered little. His aim was accom- plished—Jack was safe on the road to Dolores. ”He must have been surprised and overpowered at the end, for he would certainly have reserved a ‘ lpst shot for himself rather than breve Indian tor- ture. How they took him prisoner one does not know ; but, having suffered such severe loss at the ranch and in the can- you, it is natural to suppose that the Apaches were wild with rage. Nothing could be too devilish a torture to inflict upon Tom. “They tied his hands behind him, tied his feet, and taking him down into the sandy gully laid him on his face upon the ground, fastening him by a rope round his neck to the stake. "In this part of Arizona rattlesnakes are more than numerous—they simply swarm. It was the work of a moment to catch a big snake by means of a loop of cord at the end of a pole and to tie him by a piece of rawhide through the tail to the same stake which imprisoned Tom. . “The snake, thinkingitself free, tried to crawl away. found itself held by the rawhide. and, savage with anger. struck at the nearest thing, which was—poor Tom’s face! “But—mark the fiendishness of the torture—tho snake could not quite reach Tom. “The rope was just long enough to prevent the reptile from touching him, not long enough but that Tom must feel the agonized possibility of being bitten. “Again and again the snake struck, but fell short. Poor Tomi Perched with thirst, hungry. baked by the sun, taunt- ed by his captors. what must have been his thoughts! Did he not feel that friendship had cost him too door?" “My God, it's too awful to contem- plate"— "Hc must have been tempted tome near the snake and and it all. ”Finally the shownr counted upon by the Apaches come. It refreshed both snake and man, but the effect of mois- tore upon the bumper: rope was to shrink it. on.‘ “Can you understand? Can yousec poor Tom, digging his toes into the sand. holding back with might and main as the pressure of the rope slowly brought him nearer and neuertobis fate. "Upon the rawhide the rain had a dinereut effect. It stretched it. length- ened it. “The snake. feeling invigorated by the rain. again tried to crawl away. Again it was held back. Again angry and vindictive. it struck at Tom. this time a little nearer his face. and again chines, as Tom. despite his superhuman effort. was being pulled toward the stake by the shortening rope. “At last the snake struck home. ”Can you imagine the awful agony. the lingering death, the bousoupicbed by the vultures. Brave, noble Tom. who died to ssvaafrlendl Baht flow thisssaokcgstsintuons'seyss." ‘ D O O i I I It was not amoka'whiob troubled the monuments eyes. His cigar had long does goon out. in the dead silence which followed. his thoughts. to lodge by his supran- stou, were far away. “By Java. tbstwss a man," gees lstndthe idiot. "bfdyoe know asst assr'mluuamssmeqmm W “sweatshirt“ cashsdsls. ‘ "Psrhspsthshousslshsuutsu. sloth-vi." said Walter. “The rentls m lowfora house without obioctton. ” . “Who curse” laughed L, “om can’t trouble as. This slivers coins at is o'clock, and 1 sin always sound salt-p than. if you ov‘sr chance bobaawah's at that 'unaaamif'ilflttrflm practicing and that will drive even ghosts away. " ‘ Our friends called. and oil were charmed with our delightful little, items. Walter practiced steadily and pathndyand was getting pale and nervous. Ms attributed it to his persovsring work and decided to spend the holidays in theiittl’ecounh'y vil- lage, which was our real home. leavin [the piano and every note in the city. are- turned refresh“ and randy for a 14 weeks' siege of constant sound—musical and, oth- erwlsc. We had been in town two weeks. not long enough to overcome the client of our visit. our yet to be tired of the practicing. yet Walter was evidently getting thin and pale again. I suggested a mild tools. but he did not take kindly to the ideal and I did not insist. Then, one night, I was awakened from a sound sleep by Walter standing by my bedside, wide awake, shaking from head to foot. “limiter," he said, "I cannot ends!!! this another night. " “What is it. my son?” I asked, thor- oughly aroused by his excited tones. “Come into my room and listen. My telling will never convince you." I nose, throw on my wrapper and fol- lowed him into his room. He turned on the light, and we sat down and waited. Nothing unusual was heard. Walter ra- fused to tell me what hehad seen or heard, saying he preferred to see if I could expe- rience the same thing he did. For three nights this was repeated; than I ‘ Wal- ter that 1 would exchange son a with him, as ho was getting haggard from want of sleep or anxiety. A week posed by, and I had heard nothing, had not been mused or awakened once, and Walter was nearly convinced that his nervousness had been caused by the electric light shinin n his window, producing disturbing dren s. We decided to change rooms entirely and car- ried all of his furniture into my room and mine tum his, which apparently set‘ tied the matter. I began to joke Walter upon his ghost being oil on a vacation, but I saw this vexed him and dropped the subject. In March a friend chine to visit me, and I shared my room with her. We had not taco each other for several years and lay talking together till the clock struck i. “There,” I said. “not another word, or you will not be able to ‘dc’ the city tomor- row. Gnod night.” The house was silent. ,, “ What's thutf” softly said my friend. I listened. Bump, step, step! Bump, step, step! A heavy stick was set upon a stair; then one foot, then another. Over and over till the top of the stairs was reached—through the short hall into our room. 0h, heavens! My friend shrieked, and I flew out upon the floor and turned on the gas as Walter, white as death, came into the room. “You have heard it at last?” So strange person was in the room. Nothing was dieturbed. I told Walter rather sharply to go back to bed and not frighten us again in scuba manner. After he had gone, however, I looked carefully under the bed and into every corner, but discovered nothing. I returned to my couch a little nervous and a great deal vexed with myself. Of course my friend and I told ghost stories the rest of the night, and the ghost always proved to be a cat or a rat. We did not fall asleep till nearly daylight. We awoke at 10 o'clock. Then we laughed at our fright—know it was not a burglar, for it made too much noise, and a ghost would not need a cane. It was plainly wholly imagination. We trumped and rude and shopped all the next day and attended the opera in the evening, returning at 12 o'clock “used up entirely. " I left the light burning brightly. At 1, precisely—bump, step, step; bump. step, step—it came again, like an old man climbing the stairs with a heavy cane. My friend was sound asleep, and I was glad of it. Down the hall it came and in at the door. I was sitting up storing straight at it, but saw nothing. Bump, 'stcp, step—across the room to a window where stood a large armchair. I stored and starred and did not even wink, but there was nothing in tho chair—simply nothing. I heard no more sounds Breathless and frightened, i eat there till either I fainted or fell asleep, I never shall know which. The next thing I realized it was morning. Walter and my friend were up and dressed. They had heard nothing, and I kept quiet about what I had dreamed (9). Every night for two weeks this some thing happened. My friend went home, and I wont house hunting. It only took rue a short half day to find just what I wanted. Then I sold to Walter: “This house is too small. too dark. too cold. too everything. I have taken a house on Wil- lott place." "All right.” he replied, but I noticed he looked a little curiously at me, though he said nothing; neither did I. When I informed my landlord of my in- tended removal, he said. "The house you have taken is much smaller and darker and colder than this one." “I don't think so.” I replied shortly. “By the way, It's. 13., did anybody ever did in this house of word" “No, Mrs. Allen," he answered. “I bought it of the man who built it. He was an old man, John Huntington by name, who was lame in one leg, and he walked with a stout cone. He want to New Jersey to live with hisdnughtor when Ibo was married. lie didn't want to go, though—not a hit. But he is living there now. " I mover], and I often wonder if the spirits of the living haunt the plum which their hearts love—NewseTrlbuue. Vary Tana. An excellent rsprmf ones given by Gen- eral Robutlll. Icemtwcmernhersof his stud is printed in Life, written by John Isiah Cooks. On one occasion two monitors of his std sat up late at night discussing a keg of whisky and a problem lualgsbra. Upon routing one of them in the morning Gen- eral Ian inquired as usual after his health and learned in reply that he was suffering burn a headache. _ "Ah. colonel," remarked the old Infill, ”I have often observed that when the un- known quantities a and y are "presented by a hog of whisky and a tin cup, the so- lutioncf the equation lsasuailys head- Wflm malflt luapcltrr gamsforn , Wmm,butasf WWi‘d
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