Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 186, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 August 1912 — Page 3

Olive's Prisoner

BY ROBERT H. BROWN

(Copyright, 1812, by Assoctat&d Literary PreaaJ The girl-standing In the doorway of the ranch bouse shaded her eyes with one hand and looking away saw nothing save the gredn expanse of grass broken here and there by a jagged fence rail. There were some maple trees about the house, but beyond the confines of the yard there was nothing but grass. There was no sound to break the stillness of the September afternoon except the long chirrup of Insects and the buzzing of bees among the flower beds. From the stables came the occasional stamp of hoofs. Olive Cole was all alone. Even the Chinese cook had muttered something about finding mushrooms in the far meadow, and flapped his way out of sight Olive strongly suspected that he was playing fantan at some rendezvous with several fellow countrymen from the other ranches. The men had talked about it \. She wished he had not gone this very afternoon when her parents had gone to Red Tree station and the place was deserted. It was the first time she had been left alone, but she was not afraid, for In the belt that clasped her trim waist was an efficient little revolver, An eagle soared like a speck In the blue heaven. Beneath hini a hawk circled. Then out of the silence came -the thud of hoofs on the turf and there dashed into view a horse and rider tearing out of the Red Tree trail. The horse scuffled to a standstill down at the gate to the corral, his rider slipped to the ground and darted Into the barns while the animal snuffed the air for a moment and then galloped madly past the house, turning to the right and vanishing down the trail to the hidden soring. “Oh dear!” cried Olive with a hand above her heart. She recognized this little scene la one of the grim tragedies of the west It had happened once before and she had never forgotten the sight as the cattlemen led the horsethief away to lynch him. Her hand dropoed to her side and her face stiffened Into a mask of Indifference as there came the sound of other hoofbeats and a dozen men drew rein at the gate. "Afternoon, Miss Olive," said the leader wiping his moist forehead. “Yore pa around?” “No—he’s gone to Red Tree, Mr. Hall.” “Any of the bovs here?” “All over on the range. Is there anything I can do for you?” The sheriff replaced his hat and glanced around at the determinedlooking men In his party. “The fact is "we’re after a chap that was riding a dark bay with a white nose. Ain’t seen any such party?” He lboked keenly at her from under his hat brim. “I saw a horse rush past here and turn down toward Hidden Spring,” said Olive. “Was there a man on him?” “No—not even a saddle.” “Was he a dark bay with a white nose?” "I couldn’t tell exactly—he went so fast. I am sure he was dark,” said the girl quietly. “Then what became of him?” demanded Hall, turning to his companions. “Must have slipped off at the crossroads and cut for the timber.” “We better divide up then. Half of you fellows go back and follow the other trail and the rest of us will go down to Hidden Spring. You might look through the stables before you go.” The sheriff rode away with six of his men and the others left their horses and tramped toward the stables. Olive followed them, her heart in her throat. She hoped the fugitive, whoever he was, might have hidden himself securely. Bhe despised cattle thieves, but she had a tender regard for human life —Indeed for life of any description and she would not have killed a Jack rabbit. As for her revolver. she carried it to frighten more than to wound. As the men searched the stables and the barns with the thoroughness of long practice, Olive quaked inwardly. It would be a clever man indeed who could have escaped their scrutiny. The horses in the stalls stamped nervously as the searchers peered around and even Olive’s cream colored pony snapped at her when she laid a caressing hand on Its nose. doing here,” declared Hank Holmes as they tramped out of the building. “What has he done?” asked Olive, finding her voice with difficulty. “Been rustling the Englishman’s cattle. Caught, him last night riding one of the one you saw, I guess, and he got away from ns! Slfck as a whistle—said he was the Englisher himself.” "Wasn't be?” Inquired Olive curiously. “Bluffing. • The Englisher ain’t ever here hut once and nobody except

Callahan, the boss, saw him. We took him to Callahan last night and, he said it was a fairy story—said he’d never seen the varmint before. Said the Englisher, Hayden’s his name, was smsll and dark and this chap’s big and light Looks like a Swede. Tell yore pa, will you. Miss Olive, he might come along this way after dark.” “I will tell himsaid Olive, smiling stiffly. She watched them ride away toward the timbered lands and she looked keenly in every direction before she returned to the barn. Then she stood In the doorway, with her back to the interior, and asked in a very shaky voice: “Are you there?” s “Yes,” said a muffled voice, and Olive turned to discover a man’s big frame emerging from the hay that filled her pony’s manger. “You are hurt!” she cried, for a little stream of blood was trickling down his hand. He wiped it away. One of those silly brutes prodded me with a pitchfork, ’’ he said carelessly. ‘Tm awfully obliged to you—because you did not betray my presence here. May I ask why you spared me?” He smiled down at her. Her quick glance noted that this was no ordinary cattle thief If he were tme at all. Neither was he a Swede. Big and blond and extremely goodloojcing, he' was dressed In rough gray flannels with brown leather riding boots. His fair bead was hatless and as be stood there looking down at her with that keen blue glance Olive was convinced that the sheriff and his posse had made a ridiculous mistake. "You are Mr. Hayden?” she asked. "I was until last night,” he smiled, “but these fellows have given me the lie so many times since then that I begin to doubt my own identity. Why, even my foreman, Callahan, swore to my face that I wasn’t myself!” "T never could bear that Callahan,” declared Olive emphatically. "I’ve seen him so many times in company with disreputable Mexicans from over the border that I’ve never thought him honest.” “You’ve hit it, exactly. I was trailing him last night after one of his excursions when the sheriff got hold of me. You see Callahan had told me all about It as soon as I arrived and I had reason to suspect the fellow. Well. I’m here to stay. If I can convince your neighbors of my Identity before they deal out what they call Justice!” "Suppose you retire to the upper loft and remain there until I talk with njy father. He’s perfectly reasonable and after the men get on Callahan’s trail they will see how matters stand,” suggested Olive. “I will take your advice." said Hayden rather reluctantly. ‘1 hate to run away, but If I want to fight another day I presume I better keep out of sight.” Olive waited until he had dlsap peared in the dim upper loft, and when the rustling of the hay had ceased and he had called down s cheery: “All right-o!.” she sped back to the house to await her father"! return. Presently the sheriff and his six men came riding back leading the bay hor«e. “What luck?” called Olive. “What you Bee!” growled Hall unamlably. “Saw your Chink and a half a dozen others with a gambling lay-out down at Hidden Spring. Broke that un. all right!” His grim face relaxed. “You didn’t hurt Wah Lee. d-ld vou?" she asked quickly, and as they laughed sb® added faintly: “Yon know father says he was the best cook we ever had." “He’s coming now—seems to be alive!" retorted Hall as they went on their way. Wah T-.ee was trotting quickly toward the house. He was walling to himself in a heart-broken sort of way. In one hand he carried his severed pigtail and k acute anguish was written on his flat yellow countenance. Olive comforted him with what words she could muster, hut nothing save communion with his gods and the burning of much Joss could assuage his mortification. Then came Olive’s parents. First exacting secrecy from them she told them the story. Mr. Oole shook his head In strong disapproval. “It doesn’t do to oppose the law. my dear,” he said before he went out to s he bam. When he returned there was another expression on his stern face. “Olive’s right—l believe it is Mr. Hayden, after all. TO go over and set the boys on Callahan’s trail." It was late at night when fifteen men rode pp to Cole’s ranch and announced that Bill Callahan had been caught They were quite ready to apologize to the big Englishman when he had been extricated from his perch in the loft “I owe my life to yon. Miss Olive.” he said to her later In the evening as -he took his departure “I am very glad,” she said, shyly withdrawing her hand from his. “So am I," he skid heartily. Weeks afterward he came to tell Olive that he owed bis life to her and he wanted to pay the debt And when Sheriff Hall received hfs wedding Invitation he mopped his brow and gasped. “Gosh, but that gal\ of Cole's came mighty nigh being an old maid, didn’t she?" . - : o And who had accompanied him that day nodded solemnly in the affirmative.

Jersey Farmer's Invention.

A New jersey farmer has patented an attachment to temporarily fasten a loose shoe to a horse's foot

AFTER a tornado struck the town of Regina, Saskatchewan, and Killed several hundred persons and razed scores of business houses and residences, squads of the Canadian Northwest Mounted Police, who have headquarters there, did heroic work in alleviating the distress among the victims of the tornado and Immediately put the devastated area under martial law. Our illustration shows a squad of these efficient policemen, photographed at Regina.

IS 100 YEARS OLD

Famous Dormitory at Harvard Was Built in 1812. 1 — Money to Put the Mail Up Was Raised by a. Lottery, Which Made a Profit of $29,000. Cambridge, Mass. —Not- only every Harvard man but every visitor who has crossed the classic yard of the old university will be interested in the fact that Holworthy hall, one of the dormitories facing on the elmshaded quadrangle, celebrates Its centenary this year. For a full hundred years it has been occupied by successive generations of students. The history of Holworthy is interesting. Before it was built the college had faced out over Cambridge common, turning Its back on what is now the yard. The three oldest buildings, Harvard (1672-82), the original Stoughton (1699) and Massachusetts hall (1720), formed three sides of a square open to the west. Later (1763) Hollis was built In line with Stoughton and .with the help of Holden chapel, three sides of another square were thus formed, this one also opening to the west. These western faces were the front of the building. Behind them in what is the present yard were wood houses, the brewhouse and other outbuildings. Stoughton was finally taken down in 1780 and a different plan of arrangement then became possible. Still the present Stoughton, built in 1803, Was placed on a line with Hollis and It also faced the west In 1811, however, another dormitory being needed, It was voted In the firkt place “that the corporation will proceed to erect a new college for the habitation of students on the site of old Stoughton hall.” and Mr. Lowell and Loammt Baldwin were appointed a committee to make necessary eon--tracts and superintend the erection of the building. If this plan had been carried out it would have effectually blocked the development of the present college yard. Fortunately better counsels prevailed, says the Harvard Graduates’ Magazine. On March 11, 1811, Mr. Baldwin presen plan for the new college, and it was voted “that the committee appointed to contract for the erection of the new college be re-

CREW OF OIL BOAT DESERTS

Lascar Sailors From India Bay Btench of Cargo Was Unbearable, So They Quit. New York. —The picturesque Lascar sailors, clad In outlandish costumes, such as is commonly supposed to be the garb of pirates, are taken before Magistrate McFarland of the night court and sentenced to 30 days each on the charge of attempting to desert the British oil steamer Indra, which is lying at Point Breeze. Captain Grann, master of the-vessel, and Chief officer Kennedy appeared against them, declaring the men started a row because they were refused shore leave. Mohan All, the only one of the ten who could speak English, was spokesman for his companions. He defended their action, saying that the captain ordefed them to remain in the forecastle, where the stench of oil was «> intolerable that they could hardly breathe. Arraigned. In the dock, the prisoners presented a novelty in the night court, so different were they from the usual types of prisoners. Most of them wore vivid colored handkerchiefs on their heads; some were garbed In wide trousers'which extended only to the knees, and others were half naked- One man wore & yellow turban. According to the testimony, the men were shipped in India, signing papers which stipulated that they were not to have any shore leave unless upon express permission of the captain. All said that the men had been deceived .when these papers were signed, as they understood at

RESCUERS OF TORNADO VICTIMS

quested to cause the same to be erected to the eastward of new Steughton and extending its front southerly, nearly east and west, and that the same be built upon the principles of ’the plan exhibited by L. Baldwin, with single rooms in the front and two studies in the rear, and to form the north side of a quadrangle which, when completed, may be nearly equilateral.’’ The money with which to build the new hall was not derived from the Holworthy bequest received many years before, as might be Inferred from the name, but cadfe from the proceeds of a lottery which had been authorized by act of the legislature. March 14, 1806. The treasurer’s books show that the lottery produced about $29,000, of which sum $24,500 was spent on Holworthy hall. This was a not unusual way of raising money for public purposes and no ill opinion was attached to it at that time. Stoughton hall had been built in like manner by a lottery authorized in 1794. In the corporation records it was specified that the rent of rooms in Holworthy should be $26 a year.

PAIR MUST MARRY AT SEA

Japanese Bwain Can’t Wed Woman in America—-Hla Love Letters Yards Long. Spokane.—Love letters by the yard are the kind S. Kono, proprietor of a Japanese restaurant, receives regularly from his sweetheart of the flowery kingdom. He exhibited one with considerable pride with the assurance that no one would read Its sacred contents, as it is written in the Japanese language. Kono, with a bashful grin that extended from ear to ear, admitted that he was going to marry the little Japanese lass next September. “Mq show something,’ ’he said, as he drew forth a crumpled mass of what looked like tissue paper from his inside coat pocket. Carefully smoothing It out, Kono displayed several sheets of Japanese silk paper delicately inscribed with the native characters on one sldp. Each sheet was about four feet long and the width of ordinary writing paper. Kono explained that it was a letter from his bride-to-be, and gleefully pointed out his name and the girl’s on the paper.

the time that they were tor be permitted ashore at all ports. After completing their work yesterday the men demanded chore leave for the evening. The captain refused, and the Lascars threatened to desert There was. a wrangle on the deck, and one of the men Jumped to the wharf, calling upon the others to follow him. Meanwhile the captain sent word to the seventeenth district police station, and before the men could follow their leader Sergeant Duffy, with a detail of policemen, was on the scene and arrested them all. According to the police, the men submitted to arrest peacefully The magistrate said that be had no option but to sentence the men, as their act had been plainly illegal, in view of the papers they bad signed.

RECORD OF JERSEY FARMER

Never Word With Wife—Father to Twenty-Six Children, All Adopted. Philadelphia.—Father to 26 children, and never a word with his wife, is the enviable record of Joseph Hinchman, 87 years of age, who resides on his farm at Merchantvllle, N. J. Mr. Hinchman told how he bad raised 26 children, all of whom he had adopted, and who grew up to be valuable citizens. Mr.- Hinchman said he adopted the first of these children when he was only 26 yean old. At that time he was driving his milk wagon. . He became associated with Mrs. Nancy As-

EXTRA HEADS ON STALKS

Government Becomes Interested In Grain and Orders an Inspection of Method. Chico, Cal. —Barley and oat-growing experiments by G. W. Overton of Chico have developed grains that may be adopted -throughout the United States. The experiments are considered so remarkable that the government has ordered an inspection of his process with a view of establishing his methods throughout the country. The feature of the new barley is that from two to five heads grow on each stalk, the principal head ripening first and becoming easily twice as large as the others, which are of normal size. The combined heads are about nine inches long, while the stalk is tough and about as large as an ordinary lead pencil, standing against a heavy wind. His tame oats has an average of 'three heads to the stalk.

Pig’s Quarters Too Small.

Philadelphia.—-For keeping a pig confined in a small chicken coop, measuring three by three feet, Roman Roblinski was fined $lO and costs.

Kono, who has been in America twelve years, speaks English fluently. He explained that the girl waa 23 years old, although she. was just a little girl of 11 when he left her in Japan. Kono will being his bride to Spokane when he complies wlih all the immigration requirements. Kono will not be allowed to bring the girl to this country until he marries her. To overcome legal obstacles he will meet her ship outside American waters and the ceremony will be performed on board ship. The marriage ceremony will have to be performed ta least three nautical miles from shore.

Hermit Faces Old Murder Charge.

Florence, Ala.—John Legg is in Jail charged with a murder committed twelve years ago. A month after the crime Legg reached the Ozark mountains, in Missouri, where be made hie home in a cave, subsisting by trapping and shooting, and clothing himself with the skins of the slain animals. Confiding his story to a stranger resulted in his arrest.

drews, who was doing much work among the poor. From time to time she would tell Mr. Hinchman of her work. He became interested and offered to take some of the children. At times be had as many as five or six children under his roof. “She sent them so fast that I thought there would be too many for me to take care of,” said the old man, “but I never turned one away, and adopted them aIL” Of the 26, 20 were boys and 6 of them girls. Two-thirds of them are now in business for themselves and the others are good citizens who are doing their part of the world’s work, stated Mr. Hinchman.

MAN SET HENS IN HIS COFFIN

Edward D. Pomeroy Hoped Not to Dio ( 8o Hatching Would Be Undisturbed. North Adams, MJss. —When Edward D. Pomeroy waa buried the other day in the little mountain town of Backland ip a coffin that he made with his own hands, a strange plea made by the old man to a doctor to save his life /for two weeks came to light “Can’t you keep ms alive two weeks?” asked the ill man, anxiously. “Why do you want to live just two weeks T’ asked the doctor. “Well, you see,” he replied, “I have six bens setting in that coffin and I’d rather not disturb them until they’ve hatched.” Ait Pomeroy ' died an new nest* were found tor the hens.

TOO STRENUOUS A JOB

MOSQUITO EXTERMINATOR HAS HAD ENOUGH. \ t Recently Went Through Experteno* That It Must Be Admitted Wae Calculated to Discourage Almost Any One. Charles F. Staedler, marshal of Verona, N. J., is also chief mosquito exterminator of that city. It is his duty to -hunt out the breeding places of the winged rapiers that made New Jersey famous and deluge their larvae with kerosone oil. The life of the chief mosquito exterminator has been a tranquil one.> But recently the foe of Jersey’s curse met with an experience that confines him to his bed under the care of a physician. The chief exterminator and his able assistant, Thomas Brennan, set out to visit some marshy laud at the head of Verona lake. As the chief exterminator stood upon a bog pouring oil upon the hatchery of a flock of mosquitoes hi* foot slipped and into the mire went the marshaL Before Brennan could grasp him the chief exterminator bad sunk to his armpits., Brennan labored hard to pull hie colleague from the bog, and. with ft frantic yank at his chief’s coat collar, be, too, slipped and joined hla companion. The two struggled in the bog as did Bunyan, but to no avaiL Then, almost engulfed, they raised their voices and roared for aid. Little Hughie Ervine heard the wild callft from the bog and saw two heads protruding above the mirel. Hughie tore several boards from a nearby fence and built a walk to the spot where the mosquito terrors lustily struggled tqr freedom. But Hughie conld do nothing more, and the moments were precious, for each convulsive effort only settled the mosquito catchers deeper In their miry prison. Hughie was dispatched for instant aid. He qualified for the Olympic team In bis sprint up the road to David Slayback’s place. David set forth in bis motor car with a long rope. Slayback, with Hughie’s aid, dragged Brennan from the bog. For almost two hours they labored, and Staedler was almost ready to close his eyes and murmur, “Farewell, proqd world,” when Slayback was struck with a brilliant idea. He fastened one end of the rope under the chief exterminator’s arms. The other end was tossed over the branch pf a nearby oak and then tied to the rear of the motor, car. Slayback took his seat in the car and grasped the starting lever. Brennan raised his hand and Slayback put on full power ahead. It was a hard pull. The chief exterminator almost was pulled apart, hut up into the air he finally diet and. dangled twixt box and blue sky, dripping ooze and word* of anguish. As far as the chief exterminator is concerned, all the mosquitoes in Jersey can go to blazes. He said so him- ' self, only bis verbiage was more strenuous.

Not Ashamed of Cowardice.

The idea that nothing is ao disgrace* ful as cowardice-is one that-is not held by all races. Among the Bedouins a sheik may be the leader of hla tribe only in peace. When there is war, the chances are that ba will relinquish h|s leadership to the lighting sheik. “I have not the gift of courage,” once said an Arab chief to an Englishman, apologizing for not putting hhnself at the head of a band that he had sent to attack another tribe. The Englishman learned that these nomads esteem personal bravery aa a gift, for the want of which a man Is no more to be censured than be is to be blamed for not being handsome. A Bengali says, without tbs least sense of shame, “I am timid.” Yet ba will meet death, even when it approaches in the form of the hangman, with the composure of a martyr.—4l* lustrated Sunday Magazine.

Would Not Consider Dishes.

J. C. Stubbs, the Southern Pacific official, hasn’t a great deal of patience with amateurs and those uninformed in the railroad game, and he is said to have told this story to illustrate the “wisdom” of an incipient railroad magnate. When the stock holders of the Valley railroad were meeting in 189$ to plan the construction of the new Una matters of detail were taken up among them, for even the smallest stock holder wanted a finger In the construction pie. At one meeting a director who had to do with the engineering problems of construction asked, “How heavy shall the fish plates be?” A stock holder growled, “What are we bothering with the dining ear features for now? Let’s go ahead ant build the road first.”

Not a Moral Objection.

A dance ball manager who conld never by any stretch of the imagination be accused of harboring aesthetio convictions came out unequivocally against the season’s dances. “I am pleased to bear you take that stand,” said a reformer. “Leaving morality out of the question, they ara certainly ugly ” “Oh, I wasn’t thJnt&Rg about that” 1 aaid the—manager, “I’m dead «et against them because it takes mor* room to dance them la. My hall, that will hold 250 couples tor ordinary dancing, now accommodates only 2M couples, and I lose all that manag,"