Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 308, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 December 1914 — Page 2

GERONIMO'S REDSKINS

By OSCAR W. EDLING.

“Yes,” said the station agent, “I did have an adventure with Geronimo’s warriors the summer they broke loose from their reservation, which, perhaps, is worth telling about “The previous winter I had been employed away up north in Canada; within sight of the glaciers glinting' qn the Banff mountains, and I got tne iced air so Incorporated in my system, that I felt like a cold-storage plant. \ “As soon as the snow blockade was raised in the spring I turned Southward. I was not particular where I went so long as it was' near the tropics. I accepted a place in southern Arizona, a stand which can give Sahara hints on the tropic business. “It’s a great place for acquiring a thirst, or even adding to one already acquired. I was sitting in the shade of the water tank one day, the contents of which I had been absorbing at brief intervals. I wondered if I would ever have enough animation in me to go north again. “I found it too much work to think with the expanding mercury almost lifting the glass tube of the. thermometer out of its socket and so I fell into a doze. How long I nodded I do not know, but a swarm of insects settling on me as if I were.made of fly-paper awoke me. “As I stirred, my little dog also came out of his usual comatose condition, for the heat had made us both excessively weary, and dragging himself over to a post he leaned against it for support and barked feebly. I heard a noise behind the house. Before I could get up to investigate, I found the cause standing before me in the shape of several painted Indians. “I was familiar with the sight of Indians, but I could see that this bunch "were not friendly visitors, although they grinned at me. Their grin said plainly, ‘You are ours.’ “ ‘How do you do?’ I asked, as soon as I could swallow a sudden inflammation in my throat

” “How do?’ one of them grunted in reply. ‘Whisk! Bottle whisk! Mouth dry; want drink!’ ‘"Whisky? Certainly,’ and I brought out a quart bottle which I kept for snake bites. Immediately it was passing from mouth to mouth; and it was all gone when a second crowd of painted faces galloped up alongside. There was a full score more of them and I felt awfully lonesome. "The empty bottle was circulated among the last arrivals; each rider gravely taking a smell. ‘More, bring more whisky!’ some of them shouted, and when I explained that I had no more, they looked crushed. The first six who had merged the contents appeared happy over the discomfiture of their comrades, and one of them pointed to the big, dripping water-tank and said, ‘plenty water, take heap, all you want’ ‘‘This did not seem to comfort them any, and I saw that they reproached me for being a temperance man. I knew that I would have to suffer for their loss, and the sight of some scalps dangling from their belts did not reassure me. "After some Confusion in rummaging through the place I was put along-, side my desk. There was a brief confab in Apache between the leaders, one of whom was Geronimo himself, and then one of them, dresed like a white man, sat down and wrote a message on one of my blanks. Turning to me when it was finished he said in good English: “ ‘Look here, young fellow, we want you to send this dispatch to the captain at Fort Bowie, and, mind you, no monkeying on the wire. Send just that, no more and no less. Obey us and your life will be spared; but if you send any warning beside this, we will comb your hair for you. I picked up some telegraphy at the Indian school.* “And with that he laid the blank before me and at the same time pointed a pistol toward my head. “There was nothing for me to do but obey and I read the telegram. "To Captain. , Fort Bowie: “Geronimo, with a large force, has just passed south on the way to surprise the mining settlement in Crystal Gulch. Some ranchmen brought me the news, and they ask you for God's sake order your troops there to the rescue at once. Please answer. "AGENT." *1 had direct wire connection with the fort and I soon raised the operator there and began transmitting the dispatch, wondering, as I did so, what its object was. I concluded that it was to put the troops on a false chase, and I privately resolved to notify the fort if I could. “Was the young Indian really an operator and could he detect me if I should add a warning to the message? He was now standing over me and I looked up at him. His eyes met mine as I did so, and a smile passed over his face as he said, ‘Yes, I’m following you all right. You are at that word;’ and he pointed to the exact place where I had paused in my sending. Geronimo uttered an approving grunt. “I resumed my wiring and was nearly done, when the fort operator broke me, having missed a word, I repeated It and was going ahead with the close when the Indian operator Interrupted me with an oath: ‘‘‘You are sending wrong; you are posting the fort!’ “ ‘No, I am not,’ I answered him. “ ‘You lie! What did you say just then?’ And he shoved his gun under " ' T <he operator at the fort asked me

to repeat that word and I did so| that is all. Didn't you hear it?' ■“He looked hard at m» for a few seconds, but as I had spoken the truth I-did not flinch and returned the gaze quite steadily. “ ‘Oh, I was only trying to frighten you,’ he said with a laugh. ‘Where are you now?* “ ‘Here,’ I said, pointing to the place where I had left off, with the key open. ‘“That’s right! Finish it!’ said he; and I did so, getting O. K. from the fort. minutes thereafter the fort called me. The reply was short, expressing thanks for the information and saying that the troops would leave for Crystal Gulch at once. When I had O. K.’d it the fort man asked me for more information regarding the Indians. “The Indian ordered me to write down wery word, and he would not permit me to answer it until he had written the reply.. Then he would follow the copy closely with his eyes, and at the same time listen intently to my sending. “When the wiring was ended, the fellow explained the business to the others, who grunted their approval and immediately all went out of doors except my operator friend, their places being taken by three others. “I heard the gang outside ride off, but in which direction they went I was unable to tell as my guard would not allow me to look out. They were not sociable fellows, speaking seldom to each other, and puffing in silence on their pipes like factory chimneys. “What were they keeping me for? I wondered. Had they some other use for me that they did not kill me at once? ) t ' ,

“Three long oppressive hours passed thus, the figures of the Indians, dimly visible through the dense tobacco smoke enveloping us. Then they arose and, seizing me, bound me to my chair and left the room. “I heard the clatter of their horses’ feet and I realized with surprise and great relief that they had gone and I was yet alive. Waiting a few minutes to make sure they would not return, I wriggled loose from my bonds, which, had been carelessly tied, and cautiously peeped out of the window. A half mile to the north I could see the four Indians riding away. * “They remained in sight for ten minutes more at least, when they dropped from view down in a valley. I was glad I had seen the direction of their going, sp that I could report it to the fort. “For while the troops were speeding south to Crystal Gulch, the Indians were riding north and very likely would attack the ranches along Chico creek, which were not far above the fort and could not be attacked with impunity while the troops were there. “I was at the telegraph key in an instant and called the fort furiously. The operator there replied in a few minutes and I Was not long in explaining what had happened. The information astonished him. Excusing himself he ran and informed the commander. “At length he returned and told me that the captain had sent only a little more than half of the company stationed there to Crystal Gulch and had retained the remainder, who would start directly for Chico creek. “The next day some soldiers arrived by train and stopped at my station to guard the railroad property until all danger had passed. I learned from them the conclusion of the affair and the narration surprised me. Geronimo’s telegram had told the truth! “The Indians had tricked me into believing it was a lie! + “The-four fellows who had guarded mi had purposely gone north so long as they were within sight of my station, and my life was spared so that I could observe them and report it to the fort. “The main body of Indians had gone southward three hours before, but had concealed themselves on the way so as to jivoid the returning soldiers, whom thejr expected to be recalled, and then attacked Crystal Gulch early in the evening. “They would have succeeded had not vhe fort commander decided to take no chances. ‘For,’ as he had remarked to his sergeant at the time of my warning, ‘the devil alone knows where his imps will turn up; and half a company of my boys can handle a whole company of Apaches!* “So he did not send for the return of his men from Crystal Gulch, When Geronimo and his men dashed into what they supposed a defenseless settlement they met a volley that left half the ponies riderless and sent the rest of the band scattering to the four winds of heaven."

British Recruits Training.

A certain young men’s Bible class, writes a correspondent, of 60 members, has, so far, sent 14 recruits to the army. Last Sunday, just as the “Roll of Honor” was being read, the latest happened in on a 24 hours’ leave to say good-by, in time to answer for himself. “Soldiering down in the country isn’t what it is in London,” he announced cheerfully. “They put you through to the last notch, to see jpst how far you can go. I’ve been breakfasting on air soup, dining on dry crust, and sleeping op four bricks and a marlin spike. But, tough! If a German bayonet does get at me, it simply won’t be able to get in." The teacher of this class is a lady.—London Chronicle.

Lemons Remove Stain.

To remove stain’s from knife handles and also to keep the ivory from turning yellow, rub the handles well with a cut lemon; afterward wash well in soap and water and dry immediately. This removes the stains and keeps the ivory a good color.

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

Aday in the Bagdad Bazàrs

IN all the romantic Orient,.(from Tokyo to Teheran, there is no other spot where a white man feels thte grip of the East as in Bagdad’s splendid bazaars, writes Frederick Simpich in the Los Angeles Times. For a thousand-years swarthy men in abbas, turbans and red shoes have bought, fought, bartered and sold, wheedled and cheated in this famous market —for ages mule and camel caravans have come down from Persia, bringing rare shawls, rich rugs, bales of silk, wool and tobacco. Here, too, as in American cities, eager, keen-eyed Jews hold trade in their practiced grip. Father Abraham himself was once a familiar figure in these parts, and 50,000 of his chosen people make Bagdad their home. One Bagdad Jew, grown rich from the opium trade, is now in the British parliament. ’ . ♦ Armenians and Arabs, in tarbooshes and fancy belts, strive also for their share of Bagdad’s business; but the big things-go to Jews. The men who

PRIEST SELLING CHICKENS

work with their hands —the brass beaters, the weavers of exquisite cloths, the makers Of red shoes and beaded camel trappings—are mostly Arabs or native Christians. Time turns back ten centuries as one enters these narrow nosy shopping streets which stretch through Bagdad. Walk with me an hour and enjoy the shifting panorama. Let yourself oe drawn along the current of men, mules and grunting camels. To shut out the Arab sun a vaulted roof of brick is built, arching overhead, turning the narrow, crowded streets into long tunnels: through these subterraneanlike passages moves the multitude, and for miles along each side stretches the row of tiny stalls, hardly larger than telephone booths, all stuffed full of merchandise. Crosslegged before each booth, his wares piled high about him, sits the Jew or Arab merchant. To and fro surges the shouting, stiffing human stream, stopping to paw at goods and haggle over the price. Arab women, their brown faces screened behind the eternal yashmak, pull aside their veil with one hand and with the other upset the ordered piles of goods—jusTas their sisters in America do—and then pass on to- the next booth to talk down the price. Everyone Yells “Barlak.” Here, as in "Pipe Street," Peking, the men who sell the same sort of wares seem to seek the same streets, that they may watch each other. The narrow passages are crowded and blocked by the huge* bales of wool on the backs* of groaning Kurdish “hammals," who carry loads that would balk a Jftsky donkey, EverybodyUrells the tiresome word "barlak!” which means “get out of my way." Camel drivers from their secure and lofty perch shopt the word Insolently, as their gfeat crablike creatures stalk steadily through the throng. Turkish officers—or foreign consuls —squeezing through the mass of men and animals in their arabanas, hear the Arab drivers shout the warning word. “Barlak, effendi,** is the way It's put if the man in one’s path be more than mere clay. Barlak! For 1,200 years the crowded, dusty, bustling bazaar has echoed to the hurry-

ing cry. The crowd pushes and elbows like the human flow through an “In” sign at a subway entrance. And up from a myriad throats comes conversation in Kurdish, Turkish, Persian, Arabic, Armenian and Hindustani, Greek and French —in anything but English. * Public Life Centers There. The real public life of Bagdad centers in tlje bazaars and coffee houses, and on 'a busy trading day the crush is terrific. And men live, move and make money now. just as in the palmy days of the Arabian Nights, when Haroun-al-Raschid frequented the coffeehouses of Baggpd, and the early Babylonian kings toured the towns of Mesopotamia. The graphic tales told in the Old Testament about the early settlers of this country are easily verified, for nothing has changed. Here in the bazaar, for instance, sits a wrinkled but active person mending fishnets. Like the old apostles, the latter-day Chaldean» of Bagdad enjoy fishing in the Tigris, and every morning thqy

bring their catch to the bazaar, giving one-fifth as tithe to~the government. In a narrow, noisy gallery leading off from the main bazaar are the tentmakers; just beyond, 300 half-naked men hammer away fourteen day making red‘'shoes and sandals; near by are the makers of fancy belts, and one man sells red fezzes —made in Austria. Next is a harness maker, who turns out the camel and donkey trappings, all resplendent in shell and bead work Blend of Strong Odors. And the odor! It is that odd smell not easy to describe which is wafted up from all oriental bazaars, where half-naked men, cooking food, tobacco smoke and the stench of perspiring animals are blended. And all around the strife for life keeps up. This Arab hoy of six is selling sweets from his big flat tray. The candy is made from pistachio nuts and dhte juice, and in shrill tones he shrieks the merits of his sticky, flycatching mess. Odd-looking vegetables —pickled in vinegar are carried through the streets in wooden tubs balanced on the heads of women, for sale to the hammals. It is said that one husky Kurdish porter will eat three pounds of raw cucumbers in one day. During a great part of the year these “khlyar," or cucumbers, and along, reddish beet comprise the staple food of many of the lower classes. The cries of the various peddlers are full of Interest; a man vending flowers calls in a loud voice, “salih hamatak!" or literally, “appease your mother-in-law,” that is, buy her a bouquet Roast peas are hawked about by a man who cries “umm ennarein!” or “mother of two fires,” meaning that they have, been twice roasted. Public writers, stowed away in cozy corners of the big bazaar, write letters to order for peasants, Bedouins and even women. The man who engraves seals is usually near by; all men sign letters and deeds here with a seat and not by writing the name alone* Most children who learn to read and write in Arabia are taught by private tutor? They sit on the floor, swaying back and forth, and recite their lessons in a loud voice.

HORSE ENJOYS COMBAT

BTEED AS EAGER FOR BATTLE AS 18 HIS RIDER. Also Knows the Call of the Bugle, In Many Cases Better Than the Soldier Who Is Supposed to Guide Him Into Action. It will probably surprise the publie, said a retired colonel of hussars, to learn that a cavalry horse usually enjoys a battle at least as much as his rider, and displays as much courage in it He and stamp with impatience while waiting for the order to charge, and at the signal will dash forward like a greyhound released from the leasn, full of fire and fury, and often neighing mildly. At the moment of contact with the enemy he will rear, striking and biting savagely at the opposing horses and trampling down the Infantry. When his rider falls he will dash along with his fellows and crash as gallantly! into the foe. In the famous charge of the Light Brigade scores of riderless horses swept down the “valley of death," thundering through the smoke onto the Russian guns and galloped back to safety with the shattered remnant of the brigade. Five horses raced neck, and neck with Lord Alfred Paget, who rode in advance of the line, so eager were they to get at the enemy! And not only is the well-trained charger as brave as his rider; he is often as intelligent. He knows the bugle calls just as well, and answers them as promptly. In fact, cases are proved in which a horse has put his rider right whlen he has mistaken an order, and has'gone faultlessly through maneuvers in spite of the efforts of his mistaken master to make'him do the wrong thing. No, the process of training is neither long nor difficult. The first step is to accustom the horse to the sound of firing at close quarters. With this objeqt he is put on the ground with legs tied, and while in this position, a pistol is fired close to his ears, over his back, between his legs, and so on, until his fear is overcome. After a few such lessons it is safe to mount him with a bridle furnished with a curb bit; and under this control he is taught to stand still while a carbine is fired from his back —the latter naturally coming last, as both hands are required in using this weapon. Then follows saber practice on sim-ilar-lines, until the horse is as indifferent to the whirl and slash of a sword above his head as to the explosion of a carbine above it. Within a few weeks the horse not only loses all traces of nervousness r he really enjoys the experience and enters enthusiastically into it. In baxtle the cgvalry horse faces even a greater risk of death or disablement than, his rider, although the gallant animal rarely gets any of the laurels of war. His danger, however, is by nd means so great as it was. , In the eighteenth century 150 horses fell in battle to every 100 men; from 1800 to 1865 the proportion had fallen to 120; and in more recent wars the ratio has been approximately 112 horses to 100 men. In some charges, however, the proportion has been greater, as in that of the Light Brigade, in which 80 l more horses than men sacrificed their lives. But while the war horse seldom gets credit for his prowess and devotion, there have been, happily, a few cases in which he has shared his master’s glories—among them Lord Roberts' pretty little Arab, Volonel, who carried him in the famous march from Kabul to Kandahar, and round whose neck, at Queen Victoria’s express wish, he hung the Kao* medal, with four clasps.

The Sleeper.

“European sleeping cars are very dear—s2o a berth, in fact—but they afford you the privacy of a bedroom.” The speaker was the well-known comedian, Raymond Hitchcock. He resumed: "Our sleeping cars, while comfortable enough, afford no privacy. Comfortable as they are, it Is very hard to sleep in them. “I was traveling one night Chicagoward. The berth above me was occupied by a 300-pound broker. It was Impossible to slumber anywhere within a half-mile radius of that broker, and at about two in the morning I climbed up to him, took him by. the shoulders, and shook him rudely. “ *What z do you mean,* he growled, ‘by waking me out of a sound sleep?* “ ‘But it’s such an ugly sound,’ said I. ‘lt’s such an ugly, horrible sound that we other passengers positively refuse to tolerate IL*”

Turtle Two Centuries Old.

A huge turtle, weighing 1,176 pounds, was brought to San Diego, Cal., the other day by Capt. J. Zollezzl of the Italian fishing launch Belvidere. The turtle, said by waterfront men to be the largest specimen ever caught in Lower waters, is nine feet in circumference and seven feet from the tip of its nose to the end of its short tail. The front flippers are four feet in length and almost a foot wide, tapering gradually until at the end they are about five inches wide. 'The jaws are a solid mass of teeth, over two hundred being located in the upper jaw. They range from onehalf to a quarter of an inch in length. The shell is ribbed and in spots pliable, which leads many fishermen to believe that the turtle is nearly two hundred yean old.

ALWAYS ONE ROAD

Earnest Seeker Will Never Find Path to Christ Completely Blocked. The one thing that brought fame to the four friends of the palsied man, mentioned in the Scriptures, was their resourcefulness. They were not easily embarrassed by some sudden difficulty. If they could not do the thing In the way they expected to do it 1 they would try something unusual. When they found the house where Christ was speaking so crowded* that they could not force themselves and their burden through the door by whiqh visitors were expected to enter, they climbed up some other way and accomplished* their purpose. There are generally obstacles in the way of doing anything that is worth doing. The worth of a thing is not always in proportion to the obstacles in the way. To climb a snow-capped mountain is a difficult and hazardous undertaking. It gives some splendid exercise, a magnificent view is obtained from the top, there is a sense of satisfaction in Having done what others have not been able to do. But there are easier things which have more real profit in them. Many difficulties must be overcome before the great rewards of life are gained. Skill to be an artist or musician or expert workman must be paid for in persevering application. Knowledge does not come without careful observation and hard study. Some of the obstacles tn the way may be avoided by taking another path, some of them must be forced out of x the way before we can proceed. There are not always two or more ways of gaining some goal. An education can fee’secured in only one way —by long dnd tedious study. If that path is blocked, it will be impossible to climb up some other way. There is but one way which leads to heaven. The Lord declared that those who tried to climb in some other Way are thieves and robbers. More Than One Way to Christ But there is more than one way into the presence of Christ On that day in Peter’s home some found him by entering the door and some by breaking tsp the roof. Bartimaeus feund him by sitting still by the roadside until the Lord came where he was, but Zaccheus, with that same resourcefulness which made him head of the customhouse at Jericho and rich, climbed into a tree and found a Savior. Some today may find him in the church, and others may find him in the tabernacle of the evangelist, and still others may come facet to face with him by following a most extraordinary course. Greater In number than the number of the roads which led, into Rome are the paths which lead to Christ. If one path Is blocked, there Is always another by which the earnest seeker can go to him.

LOOKING TO THE INDIVIDUAL

People Who Will Not Look Up to God have Eyes Fixed on the Professing Christian. The saddest thing about the European war is that it discredits Christianity before the world. Many who disbelieve the doctrines of Christianity are utterly and bitterly opposed to war. They know that all the nations involved in the present struggle' call ‘ themselves Christian nations. They read that the opposing sovereigns exhorted their armies to pray for victory, which can only mean success In slaughter. They say; “This Is Christianity!" and turn away in disgust. . The only answer can be that this la not Christianity. A great pagan was once asked what he thought of Christianity, and replied: “It has neves been tried.” So the governments oi Europe today are not putting their Christianity into practice. Christ never taught co-operation and self-denial and helpfulness for Individuals, and strife, self-assertion and oppression for nations. They have misunderstood and are misrepresenting him. Visitors to the Sistine chapel In the Vatican purchase mirrors from the guides so that through the mirrors may gaze comfortably at the exquisite Michael Angelo paintings on the celling. Just so people will not raise their eyes to look at God. But they have their eyes fixed on you. You are expected to show them what Christ is like.—The Christian Herald.

Hidden Music.

There are many lives which to those who dwell close beside them seem to make no music. They pour out their strength in hard toll. They are shut up in narrow spheres.- They dwell aniid the noise and clatter of common task work. They think themselves that they are not of any use, that no blessing goes out from their life. They never dream that sweet music Is made anywhere in the world by their noisy hammering. But out over the world, where the influence goes from their work and* character human lives are blessed, and weary ones hear with gladness, sweet, comforting music. Then away off in Heaven, where angels listen to earth’s melody, entrancing strains are heard. —Selected.

Let Your Light Shine.

Be such a man, live such a life, that If every man were such a man as you. and every life such a life as yours, this earth would be God's paradlsa— Phillips Brooks.