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TO SPITE THE MAJOR. l
BY GWENDOLEN OVERTON.
Army wives generally have unmar-
ried sisters. These sisters always
come out to visit them, and the rest
goes by itself.
Mrs. Lorrilard .had an unmarried
sister. She was very'attractive. She
was. far more attractive than Mrs
Lorrilard ever could have been. The
girl’s name was Spencer—May Spencer
She was eighteen years old, if yOu
took her word for it; andvshe was
blonde and pink and white and plump.
She came from some place in Ohio,
and she visited the Lorrilards at Stan-
ton—which is in New Mexico, one
hundred miles from the railroad
across Dead Man’s valley (there is
always a Dead Man’s valley) and some
steep hills and a lava bed a mile wide.
If you have never seen a lava bed, you
cannot appreciate that. You might
try to imagine the ocean lashed into
fury by a simoon, then fancy its great
waves and billows and sWells changed
suddenly to dark gray-brown stone at
the "height of the storm, and you may
form a vague idea of what the lava
bed between Fort Stanton and the
railroad is like.
It frightened Miss Spencer badly.
The ambulance went slipping and slid-
ing and coasting and thumping and
bounding over the one passable part,
in a way that only an ambulance con—
ducted by a driver who has spent his
life on Arizona and New Mexico roads
could possibly stand.
Miss Spencer was not accustomed to
that sort of thing. She stood it as
long as she could, and then she told
Major Roche—in whose charge she.
was travelling—that she meant to get
out and walk. She had bothered the
major a good deal already, and he
was getting tired, so he did not say
anything, but simply told the driver
to “slow up” and let Miss Spencer get
out by herself.
She, fell behind after a moment
and the ambulance went relentlessly
on, creaking, flapping its canvas,
clanking its chains, its brake screech-
ing shrillv. And as it disappeared,
sometimes lost to sight in a great hole
low, sometimes toiling up a smooth
face of lava. Miss Spencer felt her-
self abandoned, indeed in a New Mexi-
co desert, under that terrible midsum—
mer sun. The heat was fiery, scorch-
ing, parching. The sky was like hot
blueglass. She wondered why, when
the lava was hot enough to burn her
feet through the soles of her shoes,
it did not melt or grow soft. She kept
on walking because she was afraid to
stop.
She reached the end of the huge
rock river at last and found the ambu-
lance waiting. The driver was asleep
and the major was drinking water. He
offered her some, and when she had
drunk it she held out her broad little
foot.
“My shoes are all cut to pieces, and
they were new and awfully heavy."
“You should have kept still,” he an-
swered.
Now Miss Spencer wanted sympa-
thy, and when she didn’t get it she
took a dislike to the major; and be-
cause she disliked him she eventually
made him sorry.
For the flirst fortnight of her visit
she was not pretty. She was sun
burned from her passage of the lava
sea. Her face was red and swollen,
then blotchy and lastly peely. After
that she returned to the normal .pink
and white.
the post, and there was a bachelor,
a brevet-bachelor, a young contract
The
bachelor ofllicer was studious
He had no time for young women.
He paid his one call and retired. The
brevet-bachelor is peculiar to the ser-
vice. His wife is back East, visiting
her family. He differs from the real
article only in that he is inelligible..
He was devoted to Miss Spencer, but
he did not count. There was also the
contract surgeon. Of course he was
only a contract surgeon. Still he was
tall and blonde and had a beguiling
d-rawl. He fell in love with Miss
Spencer.
But the exciting part of the story
hinges on Major Roche’s son. He was
twenty, and he was no use on earth.
He was just a boy and never would be
anything more. He had failed in
everything he had ever undertaken,
He couldn’t even dance, and he was
afraid of a three-foot acequia when he
rode. He depended upon his papa for
everything, and he thought he knew
women through and through. Prob-
ably Providence sent Miss Spencer to
show him that he didn’t—but the ways
of Providence are inscrutable, and I
can ’t be sure.
W,ell the contract surgeon fell in
love with Miss Spencer, but, like Vio-
la, he never told his lovef His name
was Randolph—Curtis Randolph, to
match his nice blue eyes and his
charming drawl. His courtship was
of the eternally-on-hand . sort. The
life of a garrison offers even greater
advantages for this than that of a
southern town. He was with Miss
Spencer from guard-mounting until
long after taps. But Miss Spencer
pined to see more of him.
“Mr. Randolph, I believe you’re
lazy.”
“0h! now—Miss May—4why? That
isn't kind.” He gazed at the flag on
the flag-staff tenderly and dwelt musi-
cally on each word. ’
“Because.”
;“It is the privilege of a lady to give
that reason.” His eyes sought the
tennis court in tender, blue abstract-
edness.
“Well, I know you are."
"Won’t you have pity on me and tell
me why?"
“Beuiuse you never are up until al-
most guard- -mount. "
“Oh, dea1! yes I am. I go over to
the hospital at sick-call, you know."
She was the only girl at-
' _ the post.
'F—
‘.=- .
"Why don't I ever see you, then?"
“Perhaps. you haven’t risen your-
elf. I,
“I’ m always up at reveille."
“No! Goodness; why‘On earth do
you do that?”
“I believe you go over to the hospi-
tal the back way and, aren’t half
awake and don’t even have a collar
on."-
“Now, Miss May—how unkind.”
“Isn’t it true?”
“I always have my collar on. He
told a future truth. After this he
would wear a collar.
“I hate lazy people.”
“011! Miss May—how unkind. You
don’t hate me, I hope.” His eyes
were on the pink ribbon that fluttered
from her belt; he took hold of it
and wound it around his finger, get-
ting graudually nearer to her.
“I do, if yOu are lazy.”
“How can I prove to you that I am
not?”
“That’s easy enough."
“Do tell me how?”
“Just prove it.”
“By rising early and letting you see
me?” . _
“Well—yes." muggy:
, “I shall do so to-morrow.”
“But I always go for a. ride before
breakfast.”
“May I not join you?"
“If you like. I don’t care.” Which
is feminine for caring very much in-
deed.
So Dr. Randolph rode with Miss
Spencer the next morning, and he
breakfasted at the‘Lorrilard’s, and he
sat on the Lorrilard’s porch to watch
guard-mounting, and then he played
tennis with Miss Spencer, and when it
was too hot to do that any longer, they
sat together. on the porch again,
shaded by the crowsfoot and morning-
glory vines and 'read aloud by turns.
They parted for luncheon, but im-
mediately afterward they met again in
the Lorrilard’s sitting-room to prac-.
tice the mandolin and guitar. Ran-
dolph dined with the Lorrilards, and
then he and Miss Spencer walked up
and down the line until taps, and af-
ter taps they sat on the porch once
more and talked in undertones.
Occasionally the Roche boy made a
third, and though he was far from
welcome, he never guessed it.
Now it may seem incredible, but it
is true, that though this went on with-
out a pause for ten solid months, Ran-
dolph still modestly doubted if he were
loved and dared not voice his passion.
Mrs. Lorrilard began to think that she
had done quite all that the family
could expect of her, and she grew
hopeless and weary, moreover, of
boarding two hungry young people.
She told Miss Spencer as gently as
possible that sli‘e might go the next
time the ambulance went over to
Carthage, which was the railroad sta-
tion. Miss Spencer told Randolph she
was going—and wept. And Randolph
consoled her from afar, and actually
thought she was weeping at leaving
her little nephew and niece and her
sister. There are men like that. ,
The ambulance went a week later
to carry Major Roche and Teddy
Roche to the railroad. Teddy was of-'
fered a position at Tucson and was go-‘
ing to take it; the major had govern-
ment business at Carthage. The
Carthage road is a branch; it joins the
main line of the A. T. and S. F. at a
station called San Antonio. The ma:
jor would chaperon the young woman
to Carthage; thence she would go to
the main line and East and Teddy to
the main line and West. Only ,Teddy
and May compromised. .They both
went to Socorro, which is on the main
line, a very little northeast of San An-~
tonio. o
The contract doctor and Miss
Spencer had a harrowing parting. The,
latter lost her temper over his pro-
crastination and burst into tears. It
nearly broke his heart and entirely
silenced his tongue.
After she was gone, hopelessly gone,
be determined to reveal the secret of
his heart by letter. But he put off do-
ing it. Instead, he swung in his ham-
mock all day and thought of her blue
eyes and pretty - face and guileless
smile and regretted his erstwhile con-t
ambulance.
stant companion. The
would return, empty of its lovely load,
in five days. He knew that. He would
write when it returned.
So, on the afternoon of the fifth day,
he sat, still swinging in the hammock,
and smoking a pipe, the ashes whereof
besprinkled his coat, when the four
mules and the ambulance rattled into
They stopped at the major’s
quarters in a cloud of dust, and two
men and a woman alighted. There
was no doubt about who .the woman
was. In his delight Randolph lost his
head. He strode down the broad‘walk
to the Roches’. .
Miss Spencer was still standing by
the ambulance, hunting—with the
driver’s help—for something under one ~ '
'of the seats.
The major and Teddy
had gone indoors.
“Why, Miss May!” said Randolph,
and this time there was no. draw]—
“how delightful! What brings you
back?”
“Oh, my husband. Teddy and I got
married in Socorro and joined the
dear old major again in Carthage the
same day.
“How delightful,” Randolph repeat-
ed, weakly.
“Well, Teddy seems to think so, but
«the dear, sweet old major didn’t. Any
way ypu know, he was so horrid about
my slides on the bad— lands that day. ”
She 'smiled demurely.
And that was all any one ever knew
about alts—The Argonaut.
'Oh. “the future sky is the bluest sky,
‘With never a cloud in view;
Bu t'lhc sky to-d ay is the truest sky,
And that is the sky for you I
.- I, no“...
'called Tantalus.
' phia?”
.T- n E E v E N 1n G "G AZETTE
A SINGING MOUNTAIN.
MUSICAL PERFORMANCES OF ONE
OF THE PEAKS OF HAWAII.
Said to Be the chosuy Shrieks or Dead‘
Warriors Who Flanged From a Precl-
pico Near By—‘l‘ho Spot Possess‘es Many
Curiosities.
,If I-IaWaii is annexed to this country,
the United States will possess a moun-
tain that sings. Remarkable as this
statement, may seem, it is literally a
fact. Mt. ‘Tantalus, just outside of
Honolulu, can be‘ made to sing any
Sollg'or run any score in the whole
musical repertoire. The natives at-
tribute it all to the ghosts Qof the de-
parted warriors said to inhabit the
fastnesses round about, but science has
found the real explanation. Never-
theless, the native attribution is inter-
esting, and well worth consideration.
before the more prosaic explanation
forces itself upon one.
Six miles out of Honolulu the pre-
eipitious cliffs of Mt Pali rise 2,000
feet above the sea. About 200 feet up
a: ledge which gives a clear drop of
more than 1,000 feet. .From this comes
the name of Pan, or precipice. Here,
In ancient Hawaiian history, the great
fighting chief, Kamehameha I, penned
In the vanquished forces of his arch
enemies, Kananipule and Kaiana af-
ter forcing them from field to field and
crag to drag in alterrible mountain
fight. Standing upon this fatal crag,
the remnants of the defeated bands,
finding that no quarter would be giv-
en, and seeing no means of escape,
leaped over the precipice. They were
dashed to pieces on the rock and debris
below. Hundreds lay in that terrible
heap of death.
To the east of Pali is the mountain
The top of it is voiced
like a dreamland, and even the most
staid nature will thrill and be mystified
by its sweetness and melancholy. Id:
is at night time only when the plaintive
and strange sounds are heard which
fall upon the startled senses like “la-
mentations in the wind," “strange
screams of death.” At times they are
loud and boisterous, like midnight re-
vels, and again they soften into a com-
plete wall. These voiceswhich moan
and scream and sob about in the night
winds are believed by superstitious na-
tives to be the spirits of the warriors
whose mangled bodies lay at the foot
of Pali after that dreadful leap, and
whose manes are still unappeased.
To destroy this pretty illusion is al-
most barbarous. Still, these sounds so
reverently listened to by the Oahu na-
tives can be caused by nothing more
than the ocean breakers beating on the
windward shore, and the‘ plaintiff ca-
dence of: the caiimer surf below, alter-
nating with the angry and wilder
scolding of the storm above, echoing
among the dales and crags of the lofty
mountain. The feeling as of the pres-
ence of human spirits about you cannot
be'shaken off, and'the weird song of
terror as of human voices cannot be
hushed nor translated into their
sounds by even a strong mind. On
a. dark night a sensitive and supersti-
tious mind could'not endure with com-
fort the hideous forebodings of the
scene. ,
Now, if two persons whose voices
chOrd should sing from one of the
heights it will be found that the moun-
tain will catch up the song and take it.
from cliff to cliff, carrying'it off. into
the distance in one direction and bring-
ing it back'in another, until a perfect
round is obtained. Then, if the two
singers suddenly cease their “feeding”
song, the mountains will go on singing
it for quite a long time The same
song is being repeated in all directions,
the first part making a complete circle
and being followed by the middle and
the last part, which come around later.
It might be a few seconds, it might be
a few minutes, for the singer forgets to
count the ticks as the chant of their
weird air, cut loose from human lungs,
reverberates alone through the broken
chasms and riven rocks as of spirits
carolingtheir way among the glades
and crags-of this singing mountain. It
is a long and tedious climb to Tantalus,
but once there, the lingering visitor
will never regret or forget its romance
and the melancholy cadence of its
winds.
This spot abounds in curiosities. Not ,
far away is a large and strange salt
lake. It is completely shut in from the
ocean by a circle of hills about 700 feet
high, which girdle it. The tide rises
and‘ falls in the lake as it does in the
big ocean miles away. Though there
is no perceptible tunnel or other con-
nection with the ocean, these tidal
conditions indicate a. subteranean Chan:
nel underneath the mountains to the
sea. Great quantities of salt were
once made at this lake. That industry
is dead now—Washington Star.
”(R- 1 A Very Dishonest Crow.
A tame crow belonging to H. D. War-
ren, ,residing near Brockfield, N. Y.,
was seen one morning leaving the
house with a spool ofsilk in his beak.
The crow flew to a grove not far distant,
where it was seen to alight on the tap
of an old stump several feet above the
ground. 'An investigation resulted in
finding concealed in the old stump
three or four gold rings, a chatelaine
watch, a bracelet, two studs, a sterling
silk link‘ cuff button, some spoons,
.thimbles, turquoise hairpins and many
others small articles, including the
spool of silk, which had been stolen
from the house by the crow. The
thefts had been credited to tramps.—
Philadelphia Ledger. .
“Did you go“ into society in Philadel-
“Yes.” “And how did they
kill time there?” “They don’t kill it.
They just sit down and wait for it to
die a natural death.” . ~ .
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THE TOAD IN THE CELLAR.
It Is Supposed to Bring Good Luck to
New Houses.
“Though I was born and raised in
Massachusetts, where some of the peo-
ple are much bent in their ways, and
now and' then a trifle superstitious, ‘es-
pecially the women folks,” remarked a
resident of Falls Church, Va., to a
Washington Star reporter, “I was
never a believer in such nonsense un-
til I became a resident of Virginia. I
am not a believer in it now, although
it does not seem to doany harm. I
moved into a new house a couple of
years ago, and somehow things seem-
ed to go wrong constantly. First it
was one thing, and then it was an-
other. I mentioned the matter to an
old colored auntie, who did our laun-
dry work, and she told me that it was
because there was no toad frog in the
cellar. She said it was good luck for
a new house to have a toad in the cel-
lar, and that many builders always left
a frog in the cellar when they finished
a house. As it was such a simple mat-
ter to set things right, I caught a toad
and put in the cellar, and, strangely
enough, things began running all right
immediately. Since then my cellar has
never been without a toad frog, and to
that extent I am superstitious.”
The Lovable Javanese People:
Native life swarms in this land of
the betel and the banana, where there
seems to be more of the inherent
dream and calm than in other lands
of the lotus. The Japanese are the:
finest flowers of the Malay race—a peo--
ple possessed of a civilization, arts,
and literature in that golden period
before the Mohammedan and the.
European conquests. ' They have gen-
tle voices, gentle manners, fine and
expressive features, and are the one
people of Asia, besides the Japanese:
who have real charm and attraction
for the alien. They are more winning,
too, by contrast, after one has met the
harsh, unlovely, and unwashed peo—
ple of China, or the equally unwashed,
cringing Hindu. They are a little
people, and one feels the same indul-
gent, protective sense as toward the
Japanese. Their language is soft and
musical—“the Italian of the tropics”;
their ideas are poetic, and their.C love
of flowers and perfumes, of music and
the dance, of heroic plays and of every
emotional form of art, proves them as
innately esthetic as their distant cous-
ins, the Japanese, in whom there is so
large an admixture of Malay stock.
Their reverence for rank and age, and
their elaborate etiquette and punctil-
ious courtesy to one another, are as
marked in the common -' people as
among the Japanese; but their abject
crouching humility before their Dutch.
employers, and the brutality of the
latter .~ to them, are subjects for sad-
der thinking, and something to make
the blood boil—Century.
<
not Now to film.»
“What do you think of Tesla’s
scheme of telegraphing without
wires?” -
“That’s nothing new; my wife has
kicked my shins under the table for
twenty years.”-—Chicago Record.
Know Him.
Browne—Why‘does he sing so slow-
1y?’
Towne—Mere habit. His notes are
always overdue. -—-New York Journal.
Wife (bitterly)—You deceived me
when you married me.
.H1.sband———I did more than that. I
deceived myself. ~—Tit-Bits.
THE ORIGINAL
Stamped I“ BOSS ”
7 Always the Same
INEXPERIENCED‘ BATS.
Found In; a. Cavern 100 meet Below the
Surface of the Earth. -
A nest of. live bats was found 100
feet under, ground. in. Snowshoe Gulch,
near Cottage Grove, the other day.
John Dinman and Andrew Wilson
have been developing a. claim in the
gulch by running a. tunnel to reach
the vein. The tunnel. runs obliquely,
and a. few days ago, When a. depth of
150 feet had been. reached, the rock be-
gan to assume a'dlfferent condition.-
Thelr holes were: nearly loaded when .
this/discovery was. made, but“ they
continued. loading, and then went to
the surface and touched off the
charge. Upon. their return they ex-
pected to, find. a. vein uncovered, or at
least a. dim-ment rock from that
through which they'we're'runnin-g.
But a. quite different matter attracl~
ed their attention when they went
back to the end of the tunnel, and the
circumstance has been the wonderof
‘ the entire country ewer since.
Instead of finding ore or any partlc.
ular change in the rock, they found
the tunnel full of- bats. The cause of
the peculiar sound- that indicated a
change of ground was a small cave.
and into this their last shots broke,
and out of it came the hate. .How the
bats got into the cave is the problem,
and what sustained them there? The
point is about 100, feet below the sur~
face, and the-re is. apparently no open-
ing. or means of ingress or exit. The
bats, when caught and taken out to
the daylight, appeared to be without
eyes, and able to fly but a little way;
in fact their wings were but meagrely
developed. An effort ,was made to
save some of them alive, but they rap
idly succumbedto the sun-light and
fresh air.—San .11‘1'ancisco Call.
Pat'sikCI-iiclienilceecied Mdro Logs.
Pat McCarthy- gave a dinner, to
which he invited three or four of his
neighbors. Pat had allowed his wife
to cook only one chicken. When din-
ner was served Pat took possession of
the carving knife, and, in a most hos-
pitable tone, Said to Mrs. Dugan,-—
“What part of the fowl will you
have?"
“A leg, if you please,"
swer.
“An’ what part will yez have?
Would yez loike some of the white?”
Pat inquired of ‘Mrs. O’Hooligan.
“An’ a leg will do me,” she answer-
ed. As each answered, the part of the
fowl she desired was given her.
“What part will yez have, Moike
Walsh?” Pat blandly inquired of his
neighbor.
“0i balave Oi will take a leg, too,".
said Moike, in his most modest way,
wishing to follow in the footsteps of
the rest of his company.
“Begorra,” said Pat to Mickey,
“what does yez think Oi’m carving—-
a spider?”
was the an--
Value of Burdock.
American farmers are wont to look
upon burdock as a useless weed and a
general nuisance, but it appears that
the Japanese regard it as a valuable
food, boiling the tender shoots with
beans, using the roots for soup and the
young leaves for greens. The annual
value of 'the burdock crop to Japan is
$400,000. Here is a pointer for the
American farmer.
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