Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 183, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 August 1916 — Page 3

TAKES ITS NAME FROM WILD HORSE

Interesting Story Woven Round Knob of Earth in South - Dakota CALLED WILD HORSE DUTTE Four-Footed Monarch of the Plains Defies Capture—Performs Marvelous Feats of Speed, Cunning and Endurance. Martin, S. D The Pine Ridge and Rosebud agencies are replete with legends ; but within a mile a little to the south of east of the court hoyse In Martin rises a small knob of earth which overlooks the entire county in every direction, and beyond, to where the haze of distance blends with the sky. And the source from which it derived its name is no legend at all. It was named from a gray four-footed monarch of these plains, keen of eye, true of scent, with sinews of steel and lungs of leather, and fleeter than the fleetest of limb, as many a range rider can testify in this land of fastest of fast saddlers —Wild Horse Butte, says the Rennet County, S. D., Booster. And well was it christened, for there from its apex, many a morning as the early streaks of dawn were gilding the billows of rolling prairies in a golden glow, and many an evening when the westering sun sank low upon the farreaching horizon, could be seen the outline of a horse silhouette{l against the sky—Old Outlaw Gray. He was a gelding raised by L. B. Lessert of Merriman, father of Samuel Lessert of Martin. And so many were the marvelous feats of speed, cunning and endurance he performed that in time he came to be looked upon as something more than bone and flesh and his habitat not always on terra firma. Feels Tightening Rope. After the branding period, when herds were being gathered and other colts of his age hung close to mother’s side, little Gray, perhaps remembering the sting of the hot iron on his tender skin, either by design or chance escaped the rope, until with the years it became a pnrt of his nature to avoid capture. Then, when he had attained his full breadth of chest and hardened bone, upon an evil hour,he was driven with a large band of his fellows into a high corral, and for the first time since his colthood felt a rope tighten round his windpipe. But this sort of thing was not to his taste, Nor was it to last. During the process of breaking he bided his time with w r atchful eye until, seeing his chance, like escaping steam the cord which bound him hissed through the gloved hand of a cowboy, and in a swift-rising clowd of dust Gray vanished from the view of a fast riding trio of well mounted pursuers, trailing 60 feet of rope. And for 20 years this master of his own freedom, in daylight and in darkness, in summer when the grass was green, and id winter when grass there was none, defied all efforts to recapture him. In large groups mounted on the best saddlers on the range, the best riders attempted to surround him. It was a game he was delighted to play. From the top of the Butte he watched every move, and just as the enemy was drawing its circle to a close with hopeful expectation, Old Outlaw’s tail ■would disappear down the sky line, to be heard of a few days later on the head of Corn creek 50 miles to the northward. Bought for Twenty Dollars. Then they would “run him down.” Upon one occasion Conquering Bear Brothers “purchased” Gray Outlaw for a twenty-dollar bill. The bill was genuine. The Brother’s possession of Outlaw consisted of a slip of paper in an inside vest pocket. Conquering Bear wmited for the time when Outlaw was “weakened'*’ at the close of a long winter, stuffed a wagonload of oats into a goodly bunch of his best saddle horses In the springtime, and started in to systematically run the renegade to *>arth, using one fresh animal after another In the operation. At the expiration of a week of this, as the last of the grain-fed runners was put upon his

FIELD BATTERY FINDS A SHADY PLACE

Battery C of the Sixth field artillery. U. S. A., resting on a road in the wooded section of Dolores., Mexico, while en route.

trail, early one fair spring morning Outlaw Gray took a circle of a hundred miles into the western part of the Rosebud, and that same evening as they were unsaddling the trembling horse which had attempted to follow the phantom, Outlaw Gray, on the summit of Wild Horse Butte, 20 miles away, with extended nostril and flaming eye, and head high In air, snorted “next” to a vacant field. Again, a well-directed rifle ball creased Gray’s neck and for a moment he lay stunned. But just as his limbs were About to be bound, he recovered consciousness, with a rush like a whirlwind scattered all in his way, and browsed that evening in the sand hills across the Nebraska line. Early after 1900 Gray became the property of Sheriff Condelario. Later the town of Martin nestled close under the shadow of the Butte. Gray soon learned of the extended range of a thing known as the thirty-thirty and moved to pastures farther to the West. But his great vantage point of lookout had been made useless by the constant nearness of man, and tw T o years ago, creating havoc with a band of horses, he met his death by a rifle in the hands of Conquering Bear.

WILL STICK TO THE NAVY

A. W. Niiand, chief machinist’s mate on the U. S. S. Ozark, who won the SIO,OOO pearl necklace, the most valuable prize offered at the recent allies’ bazaar in New York, declares “no matter what the necklace may bring me nothing will tempt me to leave the United States navy.”

CONFESSES ON DEATHBED

By the Story a Young Woman of Jacksonville, Fla., Long Suspected of Crime, Is Exonerated. Jacksonville, Fla. —A belated confession in a local liospitul by a dying woman clears up a murder mystery and exonerates a well-known young woman of this city. For seven years that young woman, has lived under the stigma of having committed the crime. Miss Jesse Brown is the young woman. The “other woman” is Laura Livingston, who, at the point of death from tuberculosis, was unwilling to die in silence when her speech could right a great wrong that had been done to an innocent woman. The man who was killed was Earl P. Adams, an actor, then director of the Mable Paige stock company. In April, 1909, that company was playing in Jacksonville and Adams was engaged to be married to Miss Brown. According to the story then told, he desired to break his engagement with Miss Brown so that he might marry Miss Elizabeth Bagley. According to that same story, which had gained credence and was regaled as true until Adams was shot by Miss Brown when he went to-her home to explain why he had broken his engagement. Miss Brown w r as arrested at the time, but freed through lack of evidence. All of those theories were disproved in the light of the confession of Laura Livingston, who says that Adams was shot by Charles Wiggins, her sweetheart.

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HERMITS LIVE IN ANCIENT CABIN

Dwelling Is Fast Crumbling as Result of Powder Mill Blasts, BUILT OVER A CENTURY AGO Aged Brothers Born in Shack They Ocoupy—Civil War Pension Paid to Elder Suffices for Their Meager Wants. New York. —Two aged hermit brothers, George W. and Louis C. Lurk, aged eighty-four and seventy-four respectively, are threatened with the loss of their century-old cabin, in which they have spent practically all tjbeir lives. They live in the mountainous region of northern New Jersey, between Kenvil and Lake Hopatcong. There are big powder mills at Kenvil, and the numerous accidental explosions there have almost wrecked the Lurk cabin. The cabin was built in 1807 by their father, William J. Lurk, a farmer. At his death more thau sixty years ago he divided equally his seventy acres between them. The brothers did all their own work until fifteen years .ago, when, enfeebled by age, they were obliged to employ farm hands. Then the powder mills began to pay higher wages than the Lurks could afford, and the farm has since beep allowed to grow wild. The brothers were born in the little old cabin. Louis’ only excursion to the outside world was a trip to Pennsylvania on a canal boat in the summer of 1873. Since then he has not been further than a mile from his home. George-, has traveled a little more extensively. For several summers he was engaged on a canal boat plying from a point near his home to Mauch Chunk, Pa. He served his country for a short time near the close of the Civil war in Company B, Thir-ty-ninth New Jersey volunteers, and was wounded in the shoulder in the battle of Petersburg. His pension enables the brothers to get along. The Old Homestead. There are four rooms on the ground floor of the cabin, the one in front, the largest, being most freely used. Here is the stove, the dining table and an old cot. A room back of this serves as another sleeping quarter. Another front room is used for storing farm utensils, food, wood and unused furniture. In the rear of this is the room where the brothers were born —George on November 29, 1832, and Louis on February 10, 1842. There are three or four frames on the walls which once contained pictures. Stacked in corners are letters, old papers, .magazines, etc., the accumulation of a century. One letter, picked up recently by a visitor was addressed to the father in the penmanship of the early days, and bore a faint postmark of some date in 1821. The upstairs part of the cabin is in an unfinished state. The general room, used for cooking, eating and sleeping, is plastered and has a more habitable look than any of the others. In one corner is a stack of wood, thrown down carelessly alongside an old-fashioned stove, rusted and greased almost beyond recognition. The bedclothing on the little cot and the cloth thrown over the few dishes on the table may have been white once. The chairs are “antiques.” The floors are without covering. George, although older than Louis, is far more spry. Louis is suffering from kidney trouble and is quite fpphlp. Louis' “Gold Mine." As a rule George wears no shoes, only socks. Neither has had a hai# cut or shave within memory. George does the cooking. Their meals consist of milk from a farm in the vicinity, cereals, crackers, fruits and, occasionally, meat and potatoes. They rise with the sun and retire at nightfall. Should light be needed at night candles are used. Both can read, but it is very seldom .that either sees a newspaper or magazine. Louis is looking forward to the time when he will have recovered suffleiently to explore his “gold mine” in the mountain. He insists that there is one on his property, and says that If his health were good he would soon prove it. He talks of going to a hospital, but stfys he hasn’t the price, and he is averse to accepting charity. George has a wonderful collection of Indian relics, including hundreds of arrowheads. Redmen camped in the territory in the early part of the eight* eenth century. George says there is • “knack” in finding arrowheads. “Wait until after a shower,” he advises, “and then walk out into the fields. You’ll see little things glistening in the dirt. These are arrowheads.” George has an old gun which his father picked up over a hundred years ago in the old cabin, but his prize relic is the battered hat he wore in the days of ’65,

Indian Gold Heart Balm.

Slsseton, S. D. —The first breach of promise suit in which Indians were both plaintiff and defendant was decided when Miss Agnes Bear was given jf verdict of $3,500 against Smiley Finley by a jury here. As a result all is sad in the Finley tepee. “Ugh *’ said Smiley. “No more white man snooky ookum for Smiley Finley.”

A City On Wheels

By Olive Melville Parsons

(Copyright, 1916. by W. Q. Chapman.) “Too bad!” uttered Pierce Maclay hnd stood regarding an untoward mishap in dismay. A hind wheel had come off the light wagon he had been driving. The whole body of the vehicle seemed jarred out of place and as the box landed in a rut he saw that he was not enough of a mechanic to adjust the difficulty. “Pretty nearly the wilderness,” he soliloquized, “and something better than thirty miles to Malden. Back the route to Warrentown it’s an equal thirty. What am Ito do?” Maclay removed the horse, tethered him and set at work to remedy affairs. In a very few moments, after a close Inspection of the vehicle, he declared definitely.: “I give It up. No tools, no blacksmith within reach, I’ll have to abandon the wagon and do the rest of the journey on horseback.” He stood ruefully summing up the situation, his hands thrust deep in his coat pockets, when he started at the sound of an unexpected voice, clear as a bell, musical and friendly. It revived his drooping spirits magically quick. “In trouble, stranger?” Over the soft grassy trail a great covered wagon had come noislessly upon him. Occupying its front seat, clad in sensible khaki costume, was a young girl with a rosebud face, bright eyes clear as crystal and fearlessness and human interest in her entire manner as she halted a great staunch span of horses. » “I declare!” involuntarily exclaimed Maclay—“this is a pleasant surprise. I was getting gruesome in my forlorn position.and you can probably tell n)e exactly where I am marooned.” The girl sprang down nimbly from the wagon seat. She advanced to the wreck and viewed it with a practical searching eye. Her hand was small but sinewy. She pulled aside the dropped axle with a strength and celer-

Ruefully Summing Up the Situation.

tty that was amazing. She looked over the wrenched hub of the wheel critically. "If you care to carry the tools from our wagon,” she observed, “I think I can soon mend things somewhat.” Maelay stared, marveled, but followed her with a polite bow. She went around to the end of the big wagon she had driven and opened a door. Maclay was further bewildered. The capacious space within was fitted up like a room. It had bunks at the side, a folding table, stools hinged to its side, an oil stove and a wardrobe. His fair companion opened a heavy box. She took from it a portable jack, several other tools and some pieces of metal. She handed them to Maelay. Then, armed with a hammer, she led the way back to his broken vehicle. “Now, then,” she remarked in a brisk businesslike way, “you try and lift the end of the wagon box while l set the screw under it.” She had rolled up the sleeves of the Jacket she wore. She pushed baclj fugitive golden ringlets under the close cap she wore. The air rang with the true rapid strokes which she delivered upon the bent axle. She replaced - the cracked hub iron with a new one. She tightened up dislocated odds and ends. She worked like a beaver —and also as an expert. “There! that will last you till you reach a better workman,” she observed, in a satisfied tone and with a pleasant smile. “A better workman!" cri|d Maelay spontaneously. “Why, you are a wonder! Are you some good fairy, devoting your admirable energies toward succoring the unfortunate in distress?” A ringing laugh greeted the fanciful words. The'‘bright eyes half mischievously, half triumphantly glowing youth and beauty and comaraderie into his own, made Pierce Maelay glad for the breakdown. “Oh, dear, no!” declared the girl. “! am only plain Lura Wooster. We ah have learned to work down at. place—or did,” and the sweet face shadowed.

“Your home” —began Maclay. "We have no home.” came the speedy interrupting response. “We are seeking one now.” " ‘We?’ ” Insinuated Maclay. “Yea, eighty of us. I am afraid yon do not understand. There are nineteen other wagons. They will be along soon. You see, my father is Robert WOoster. He built the wagon plant at Chester, put in all his money and brought all our eastern neighbors out here —a happy family. Last week the plant burned down. Father could get no Insurance way out here away from fire protection. All we saved uvas some wagons. We knew enough to make comfortable houses of them Just like this one. Father feels a moral responsibility In caring for his workers. So, we are tramping, as you may call it, till we find Just the place where they will encourage a willing industrious group like us to locate and help build up the community.” “Eighty of you?” spoke Maclay, with neVv animation. “Why, that is jnst what I am looking for. Dear young lady, I roust see this enterprising father of yours.” “He and the others will soon be along,” replied Miss Wooster. “I drove ahead to sort of blaze the way. There Is the first of the wagons now. There is father. Yoo-hoo!” and the young sprightly voice rang out in a mellow hall. Maclay drew aside as several vehicles came Into view. They all halted. It was near the noon hour. In a few minutes Miss Wooster approached Maclay with a sun-browned sensible looking man. “Father,” she introduced, “this is the young man I spoke to you about He said a strange thing that may be interesting to us. Anyhow, we must show him what a good dinner we strollers know how to enjoy.” “Your daughter has explained your situation,” spoke Maclay at once. I hope our accidental meeting Is as fortunate as I have hoped. I come from Warrenton and I was on my way to Malden to try and induce the furniture factory there to remove to our town. The employees number only twenty, though. We have a big vacant building at Warrenton. In fact, I own It. We need new industries and we are disposed to encourage and finance them. “That looks pretty attractive to me,” spoke Mr. Wooster, "Our main reason just now is that, if we can get a working factory and fifty or more new residents, the county seat choice will fall on Warrenton.” “We make a pretty thrifty city on wheels,” said Mr. Wooster. ‘The prospect looks decidedly favorable. I should like to consider it.” Warrenton stared hard when “the city on wheels” came rolling Into the public square, Pierce Maclay leading them. Warrenton hurrahed enthusiastically, when it was known that the new contingent increased the population of the little struggling burg to a point that awarded It a selection as the county metropolis. Some of the machinery back at the burned out town was found in condition for utilization. Young Maclay secured the capital co-operation of the local hank and w’ell-to-do citizens. His own pleasant share was to build some twenty neat cottages for the workers. In the course of a year his construction views expanded. This time it was a more pretentious house that he planned. For it was to be a real home, and its mistress was the bright energetic girl who had brought to him "the city on wheels.”

TO COAL WORLD’S NAVIES

Good Reasons Why Every Power Keeps Jealous Eyes on All Strategic Ports.

Every world power casts covetous eyes on available sites for coaling ports for its naval and mercantile fleets. On the confined shores of the Yellow sea three great powers established coaling bases —at Port Arthur, at Wei-ifai-Wei and at Kiao-chau. Our own government, with an ear open to faint sounds, keeps an eye peeled on St. Thomas and the coast of Mexico, ever watching for mysterious doings, or slightest suspicion of transfer of domain to another power, George Harding writes in Harper’s. To guard the frade routes and approaches to the Gulf of Mexico the navy department at Washington has established a most important coaling base at Guantanamo, Cuba. Thus all three routes to the Gulf —through the Florida straits between Key West and Cuba, through the Windward passage between Guantanamo and Haiti, and the passages either side of Porto Rico —are now controlled by American bases. In the Pacific the coaling station of Honolulu, with a storage capacity of 165,000 tons, provides ample supplies for the needs of warships guarding the approaches across the Pacific. In contrast to the Gulf of Mexico and the Pacific routes, the trade routes of the world are practically dominated in time of war by English coaling ports—an essential ownership to England, for of the 47 important steamship companies of the world today, 32 of them are British.

Girt Got Hit.

“My wife managed to drive a nail today without hitting her thumb ” “How was that?” “She inveigled the hired girl into holding the nail.”—Louisville Courier* Journal.

A Precaution.

"There is certainly one thlngwhl-fl military censors ought to do.” “What is that?” . " "Present parrot guns from getting anywhere near repeating riftea”

HE SAW THE LORD

Christian May Learn Much by Study of the Vision of Isaiah. The sixth chapter of Isaiah Is an intensely interesting story. The first verse deals with a dead king and a live prophet. The story of the live prophet will give us inspiration. The story of the dead king gives us n warning. The preparation of Isaiah for service presents to our consideration this fact: If. God would call him to a great work, he must have preparation commensurate to the greatness of the work to which he was called. Success in any great undertaking is to a degree dependent upon preparation. If a man is to speak Owl’s message he must have a vision of the Lord. God would have us see him today. “Look unto me nnd be ye saved; for I am Jehovah, and there is none else.” Again he says, “Ye shall seek me and find me when ye shall search for me with your whole heart.” Vision of Isaiah. It is very interesting to notice that in the vision of Isaiah, “the Lord was sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up, and his train filled the temple.” Jehovah’s throne appeared first to the prophet Isaiah saw that he must place the Lord first within his heart above all earthly thrones. What he saw and heard and said forms an interesting story*. Above the throne stood the seraphim; each one had six wings; witli twain he covered his face, with twain he covered his feet, and with twain he did fly. What a glorious picture of reverence in performing holy service about the throne of the Lord! The seraphim are the burning ones who minister in the things of fire around the heavenly altars. The cherubim are those who are said to know the secrets of God. Listen to the words of the seraphim, those fiery messengers of heaven. They cried one to the other, saying, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts. Suppose the one who knows you best should be compelled to speak his knowledge of yodr moral character, as the seraphim reveal the holiness of the Lord in their burning words. The glory of God was so powerful In the temple that day that the posts of the door moved at the voice of him that cried, and the house was filled with snioke. Isaiah was face to face with the holiness, the majesty, the power of God. The effect of the vision is recorded in the fifth verse. He saw himself, after having seen the Lord. The contrast was Irresistible. He said, “Woe is me! I am undone; because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; for mine eyes have seen the king, the Lord of hosts.” The world is Yuli of people of unclean lips. Isaiah’s complaint against himsels was the midst of a people of unclean lips.” He was not any better than those he dwelt with. His confession preceded his cleansing. If you are Interested to know why he branded himself and his companions as unclean, I will ask him, Isaiah answers : “Because mine eyed have seen the king, the Lord of hosts.” If you would see him in his cleansing power, you must confess and forsake your sins. Isaiah received the baptism of fire. He says, “Then flew one of the seraphim unto me, having a live coal In his hand, which he had taken with the tongs from off the altar; and he laid it upon my month.” This fire-cleans-ing immediately followed the honest confession of his uncleanness. Prophet's Commission. When Isaiah was clean, he heard the voice of the Lord saying,: “Whom shall I send, and who will go for ns?” Isaiah said, "Here am I; send me.” Then he received his commission: "Go and tell this people.” God wants you to go and tell his message of love and salvation to perishing sinners. Isaiah, asked, “Lord, how long?” God answered Isaiah, “Until the cities bo wasted without inhabitant, and the houses without man, and the land be utterly desolate, and the Lord have removed men far away, and there be agreat forsaking In the midst of the land.” In other words when there la no one left to be warned, your work is at an end. God expects your faithful service, for your influence is to be either a blight or a blessing.—Rev. F. E. Oliver.

The Master Will Finish the Work-

There is a pleasing story that when a beloved artist pupil had wrought long at his picture, growing weary and discouraged by reason of the many fAults of his work, and had fallen asleep by his easel, the master came softly and with his own hand corrected the pupil’s mistakes, and finished his picture. So, when we strive to be holy and to do our best, and yet are disheartened by our failures, the Master will come and with his own hand correct our mistakes and finish oar work —the fashioning of his own -image on our soul. When we awake we shall be satisfied with his likeness. —Rev. J. R. Miller, D,D.

Glorious Hope.

Over all earth’s. scarred and graveridged surface the resurrection kindled the light of this great hope: These moldering ashes may live again in human form. —S. S. Mitchell, D. D.

' t>' I, •. .m; One may lose his manhood, but If he Is too indolent to go out and hunt for It his case is hopeless.