Indianapolis Journal, Volume 53, Number 263, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 September 1903 — Page 22

THE INDIANAPOLIS JOURNAL, SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 20, 1903. PART THREE,

man at ma kin h!mHf weapons and tools out of ton"And hr' x Iaiml M. Mawnat hra w cam on him." "On whom "On th Amt man. I man a man of the first W had plodded and plodded through the wrctalve lea vet of the freat Book of Lift till we came to thia apot; and bre ha lay a man who had baen arranging hia fire, whan a piec of rock detached Itself from the roof and fell. He put up hm arm to protect hie head, but the etone fsll on hia thigh and crushed It. and then a died. Whan I lighted on him, I would not disturb him. till I had written to Paria for a cummins ion to be aent down to examine him. So one came till too late, no one but a friend at Brivea, ao 1 cleared him out myself. A aplendid man he wa, with a skull aa fine as that of Bhakspearc. I have it now In a box at Brivea. and I will show It you. Neither you nor I would be shamed to have such a head as had that van. But some of the anthropolcgiats did not relish this, and would have it that this Is a later interment, of a man of a more advanced development than the primeval savage. Bah! 'he man had not been buried at all. Ha had been struck down by the rock that crush! him, and hia broken thigr bone lay under the stone that had killed him. Ha had been clothed in skins. Ws did not find the skins, of course, but we found sea shells, perforated, that had been employed as ornaments to hia garment about the neck and breast and shirt. There he lay, the man who had exlated before metals were discovered, before the use of pottery was known, before the dog was tamed, and had become th? friend of man, before the cow and aheep had been domesticated, when the horse was a wild animal to be hunted and eaten, but was never ridden." We reaacended to the surface, past sll the stages of man's history to the last, the man in beu it top of all. sick with Influenza. "Now," said M. Massenet to me. "I think I have shown you to-day a sight worth your living to see." "You have indeed." I replied. "You have shorn me what I shall never forget." "'Jome and have a bottle of wine with me at the boatman's cottage." he said. Thither we now retired, having said farewell to the cave-dweller. The ferryman had a cottnge perched among the fallen rocks and he sold wine. We entered and asked him to join us. He waa an old man. enjoying life and letting, as far as I could judge, the wife do the work, ferry over the boat, attend to the poultry and the goat and the field which field, by the way, lying at the river side, was black with charcoal from the fires of the primitive settlers there. "Ah," said our host; "Monsieur Masenat has been showing you where lay the first mar dressed in skins, and with no better ornaments than sea-shells. That was man's first waistcoat, his first essay at dress a fine art wait! I will show you the last a Movement In that direction, something not to be surpassed in the ages to come." Then he opened s chest and drew forth a superb brocade, embroidered silk waistcoat, covered with flowers and dragons in gold thread. "Sir." said he. "f was at the taking of Peking, at the sack of the Winter Palace. I was the first to enter. I might have laden myself with treasure; I contented myself with this, a mandarin's, an Emperor's waistcoat, a trophy of where I have been, of what I have done. Attendex! I will pull -ff my blouse, and I will put it on. Wife, bring me my Sunday coat. Gentlemen, you will excuse my blue cotton trousers and my sabots. Imagine them something superb, and sec me in this waistcoat. Messieurs! when I wear this waistcoat, then veryone looks at me and wonders and says I have been In Peking, I stormed the Winter Palace. Messirurs! when I wear this waistcoat my wife walks at a respectful distance behind me. Messieurs! I sometimes ask: Can the world last much longer, when It has carried perfection to suoh a pass? You havo een how it began with that man in his skins, and you see me in this waistcoat. "est superbe. c est incroyable. I expert the last day will come shortly. There tan be nothing to surpass this. You have aeen the man at the bottom of he tree; you hae seen me in this waistcoat, the man at the loav" Next Week: "Fire-Walking in Japan." by Lieut. Ott Andrew Haggard. D. 8. O. Copyright in the United States of America by P. T. Pierce. All rights reserved. J BIO GAME HUNTING. (Concluded from page I part ri

iit. but went so fast in exltementthat thew all begged far a halt and rest. I had all the feeling or belüg put through a aaesage grinder. I fancy, that night, hut altar a good dinner or fish, venison, etc., ready to go trolling down the sound. The onlT white people for miles are the motfcer. father and six children who live a mils or so from where our camp was. The government allows a school in this wllderueat f..r every ten children, this man told us, aad the only way of educating his family ass to have ten as soon as possible. AN EXFU'RIXG TRIP, si next day being Sunday ias we learned towards evening), we took the launch and tho whole party were gone on her all dar exploring. First we went up Rupert, sij arm of the sound ten miles long with no soul living vn It. where the boys did s.m.- prospecting and we had a merry lunch in a dp at picturesque spot. Later we made Coal iisrbnr. took on board two men. a surveyor and his assistant, who had come over the Handy bay trail, and lauded them at the mine; returning to camp we had done in all about forty-five miles. The woods about Marble creek are not so thickly timbered as some, making it n;uch easier to get the deer, of which ihr are great quantities. Some member or members of the party were hunting every morning and evening, and seldom came in unsuccessful. There are huge bunches of brake scattered about here aa though in Jardinieres, the ground Is covered with a thick soft moss, and there ars many five fingered and maiden hair ferns. Several memoers of the party had been all over the world, but declared they had never seeu a more beautiful place. Wg ware lwth to leave after several days' camping and always think of Marble creek with enthusiasm The remaining f"w days before the boat came la were spent exploriug the few places we had not seeu and giving a farewell glance at the old. One morning was pasasd In prowling around Koskimo village. Going into their houses and looking about, ose comes serosa very rare old things that they don't bring out. having an Idea that only the bright new ones will sell. Inside many of the houaea are totem poles of good workmanship and great value, could they be removed to a place f exhibition. I succeeded In getting a picture of one in the only house In the village that boasted a window. In this place, also, we found a crayon portrait, oddly In coutrast to Its surroundings. Over many of the doors ars curious inscriptions and often an arch curved like a totem. Iu front of one house were wooden ravens, beautifully modeled, standing felly atx feet tall. Over tha "Wallas" door we read "l Clalillcla gtved away 1.7ft blankets no oue best it. Wallas Kaskiroo chief a friend to ali maaklad." He gets his title of Potlatch

Tyee from the fact that wheu these Quatsino Indiana had their last big potlatch and war-dance, he waa able to give away more than any of the others. Wallas distributed 1,700 blankets among the trtbea assembled, which means more than that mauy dollars; and now no one is quite good enough to convene with him. hut mtiit talk through an Intermediary. I got a good picture of Mrs. Walla and her sister, posing them in front of their house, and theh Mrs. Wallas wanted me to give the sister an English name, telling me her unpronounceable Slwaah one. I said. "Call her Sallle." which seemed to delight them, as they repeated it many times to fix it in their memory. "Mrs. Wallas" thn made us understand she would give nv- an Indian name, which was "Ocomiah." At the tixn we could none of us find out what it meant, but did so later. It seems they have a god of the sea corresponding to our Neptune, who dwell? in beautiful caves under the ocean. He had a daughter with long golden hair, who is fair and tall (as the Indians worship their opposite), and the name of thia creature Ocomish. "Sallle s" head had been bound iu boards until she mas nearly grown, and now comes almost to a point at the crown, giving her, according to Indian taste, an air of distinction. A RACE DYING OUT. In this village of several hundred adults there are only three or four children, as the race is dying out very rapidly in this part of the country. In twenty-five years the Quatainc race will be extinct, and now many of them go blind at an early age from disease or the fashion they have of smoking themselves and no ventilation. We came across a rare old "tom-tom" or drum that they use at their feasts. It is made of deer akin stretched tight over a wooden ring, put together before the time of nails, aud is covered with their designs a large eagle In the ceuter, colored with their native stains. The owner was loath to part with it. but the chink of the coin banished bis scruples. They make you welcome with oft repeated "klahowyas." taking quite as much interest iu you as you have In them. One "potlatched" me with a string of genuine wampum that was their currency until a few years ago. In some houses belonging to the aristocrats you find large flat pieces of copper, hammered aud colored in designs, which are their family heirlooms. Though they would be worthless to us. the Indian agents and traders loan as high as $100 on them, knowing they will always be redeemed. Our steamer captain had secured two piSCSf from an ancient but impoverished family and held them worth 0 to curio hunters. These Indians make baskets, mats, wooden spoons, etc., but the oddest things are their coffins. These are wcoden boxes averaging two aad a half feet square, one side projecting slightly, indicating the top. When oue of them is nearly dead, but before he becomes stiff, they stuff him down iu oue of these boxes and take him to his grave, wailing in a weird monotone during all that day. They are a curious race in this country, but simple and kindly. An amusing complication arose between tao of them. "Apples" aud "Jim." shortly before we were there, which illustrates the two foregoing epithets. Money is often loaned among them, but is never returned until the whole sum can be given back, and the interest is always 100 per cent., whether the time is oue day or oue year. Apples borrowed $4.50 of Jim, who waited several months before demanding payment, which was double, making $9. Appsg said he couldn't pay up. but would loan Jim $6, which loan was accepted. Now. when Jim went to collect the $3 still coming to him. Apples said: "You owe me twelve dolla. You pay me twelve dolla. I'll give you three dotta." After much debating, they took their difficulty to the agent to straighten out. It was a peculiar position that only an ludiau could understand, as they both thought they were right. It hadn't been settled when we left. Sunday. Aug. :4. we were awakeued at 7 by the storekeeper hammering on the door, and one of the other men throwing rocks on the roof, with the news that the ?tcamer had whistled far down the bay. After hurriedly dressing and consuming our breakfast in gulps, we rushed back, jammed everything into our trunks and were ready to start by 9. but the boat pulled out at 10 in the evening. A JOLLY DAY. Our last day was a jolly one. as all our friends. Including a rew Indians from the village, had assembled to bid us Godspeed and bon voyage. During the morning one of the nice dogs belonging to the camp limped in just barely alive and terribly chewed up. Later a man off one of the small boats which congregate when the steamer is due, rushed in telllug of a close brush he had with a panther. The beast lunged, missed him but a foot or two and had fallen on the dog. leaving him In a most pitiable plight. This happened but a little distance- from our cabin. The meu formed a party and went after the panther, but had not yet returned when the boat sailed. It was hard to say good-bye to the friends and the little cabin, and turn our backs on one of the pleasantest months we ever spent. The trip down aas little different ''rom the one going up, save for putting into a few places during the day that we made at night before. Off Cape Cook there were hundreds of sea lions sunning themselves on the rocks, which would be quite as famous as those at Goldeu Gate were this part of the country frequented by tourists. The ride through beautiful Albernl sound is quite unsurpassed, but our epithets of praise had been long exhausted, as each place on the whole trip seemed more magnificent than the last. Coming round Cape Beale, the last night, it was too rough to sleep, almost Impossible to stay in the bunk, but morning broke glorious and the blue Straits of San Juan were verily Pacific. After a day or so spent in Victoria, the Rosalie took us down Puget sound, eld Sol beaming a brilliant welcome on us. Stopping in Seattle several hours, gave time to visit the big Bksf carnival, which was the grand finale of our summer's merry -maklug. ADELAIDE ROGERS CALKINS. September. A purple veil of misty cloud Ton distant hilltop doth enshroud, VHl In the valley, far below, Tb leaves begin to burn an glotr, TVith tlnti of orange and of red. Foretelling Nature, dying, dead. The air is made sf molten gold. And filled with floating webs thai hold To shrube and trees, and idly swing. While through their silken meshe spring Whole troops of fatiy thistle-down. And elves from Dandelion town. The roads lie glistening, gleaming, light. With velvet dust of powdery white, And fade away in mellow haie Tttat blends from gold to cooler grays. Tue drowsy beet bui slowly by, Abd drone contentment as they fly. While lesser insects, everywhere. With strident pipings fill the an. Anon, from distant harvest fieldr. Where Harth her golden treasure yields. Is borne the reaper's luaty aong. The scent of ripened fruit Is strong. And from the vineyard there escapes The luscious smell of sun-kteaed grapes. The daya are summery and warm. The nights are coolAh. what a charm Is coupled with the first hearth fire! And now our hearts yearn with deslie For unmberle s. - days Before the Frost King blights and slays! New Albany, lad. -Harvey Peaks.

IN THE LITERARY FIELD

JAMES I. K 1.1.1 TALKS ABOIT THE PLACE OF INUH IN FIC'TIOX. Friedrich Splelhaaen's Definition of Fiction The Form of Rejec tlon Notes. The Ump for September contain an interview with James I.ane Allen, of which the following is a part: "Which phase of our rational life as it is at present will receive the greater share of attention and treatment?" Mr. Allen was asked. "The material state, just now. Aid this is perhaps as It should he, for our national life is chiefly a mat. rial one We are still builders of the country. The men who do things, the railroad builders, the iron masters, the flnanciers, the merchants, the formers of trusts, the manipulators of 'corners,' the creators of monopolies, these are the true representative 'Americans of the hour; and with them stands the workIngmsn. These are the men the country needs. The spiritual must give way to the material at this stage of our growth; it is the price we pay for our dawning supremacy in finance, in commerce, in industry, and the price will be paid in part in our Action. As individuals we may hnv we do have spiritual aspirations; as a nation we arc materialists. Circumstances force us to be." "Do you expect our women to become the champions of things spiritual in our fiction?" "Let me state, first of all." answered Mr. Allen, "that our women are doing their share, perhaps more than their share, of the making of contemporary American fiction. But there is one thing that must be taken Into consideration curiously enough, it I too often overlooked and that is the material price paid by American women for the settlement and development of our country. The foreigner who visits us invariably carries away with him the impression that the American woman has nothing to do but to live leisurely in such comfort an men can procure for her. and to cultivate her ego. physical, intellectual and emotional. This has never been true; it Is not true to-day. "The American woman took more than her share of the material hardships of pioneer life. She worked with her hands the ax and the rifle were not strange to them; she spun and weaved and sewed and cookea; the physical strain upon her was proportionately as great as that on the man; and in addition she kept the home as the nucleus of the State that was to be, she educated her children, she preserved ideals in danger of extinction on the frontiers of civilization. "It was thus in the colonies; It was thus in the early days of the Kepubllc; it was thus on the grat plantations of the South In the days before the war. Their chatelaines were not men idle grandes dames; they were also capable administrators, lawgivers, busy rulers of domaius that had to produce everything that goes to the maintenance of material life. The Kentucky woman of the two decades before the war was the apotheosis of her frontier ancestresshence her dignity, her fortitude in adversity, her unflinching courage in the face of ruin. The mettle of her pasture waa superb." "And now ." "We are still a Nation of pioneers developing our hard-won domain, and woman's material help is still needed. The moment for her undivided devotion to the spiritual has not yet come." "But we surely have a leisure class now, of which women form an overwhelming majority. ' "The very' existence to which that class is condemned in this country proves my thesis. There is no place yet In this country for a leisure class becaus. we have nothing for It to do. That looks like a paradox, but it is true. Compare the services rendered by this class iu Kngland with the narrow opportunities it has here. Over there they have settled down; they can afford to do without the material help of a number devoted to the things of the spirit; they can afford to desist long enough from their own work to listen to them. Here If a man have no need to work he must needs be .totally idle because the rest of us could nor. spare the time to attend to his words, even If he should have something to say that was worth saying." "And the women of this class?" "They do what they can in the circumstances. But their own idle men have no need of their aid, and the ret of us have busy women to help us. They are active iu charity, they patronize music, literature, the drama not always wisely, perhaps, but with energy; for the rct their opportunity has not yet come." "And meanwhile ' "The relation will remain the same for the mass of us, in fiction as in life. Woman will continue to keep alight the torch f the spiritual while doing her share of the material work. And when the day comes when not she alone,. but the man as well, shall have leisure to turn to matters of the spirit they will work side by side in the higher realm, as they have worked in the lower field." A Theory as to Fiction. Friederieh Spielhagen, in the Independent. An epic production is perfect only when it represents individuals in action. These individuals, moreover, must be created after the author's own image; and for the reason that the author thus becomes free of the need of employing abstract descriptions, In order to make the actions of the personages clear to himself or to others. The actions speak from themselves with eloquence and clarity. In other words, a novel to le good must be a self-confession. By which I am not saying that the subj ct matter of it must be a direct revclatic ; of nmo individual experience of the author, such as is, for instant e. the "Sorro vs of Werther " (to kip to epic productions already recognized as enduring), which embodied the love that oethe was feeling for a married womm. . he subject matter may be this; but oftuer It will be what the writer feels it -specting the world, his confessions incorporating themsehes In the actions of his personages. The earthly mission of every poet consists, in truth, iu thus letting the world pass, as it were, through the medium of his soul, as through a dye. In the passage the personality which is his very own separates Itself from the personalities of other men. which are different, but each and all of whom take on distinctness, vibrant life, fullness and completion by reason of the sympathetic insight of the genius that is transcribing them. It may happen that the one personality remains mute, while others act. as Goethe's own personality is mute In the short story In verse, entitled "Hermann and Dorothea." But these other personalities, be quite sure,

THIS is little Susie Riding into town, Reading her A B C's Upside down.

the author has met the originals of somewhere in the world. Herein lies the difference between the best German fiction aud Kreuch fiction. (Jermnn novel writers, whether Impressed consciously or unconsciously by the example of Ooethe. draw the characters of their persnnagvs through their own being: whereas the writers of Paris are content to let their fancy play upon them and depend upon dexterity In using language for technic. In Germany a pious belief still obtains to the effect that inspiration shapes its own perfection of form; the study of technic is less absorbing than with the French.

The Method of Rejection. Philadelphia Record. The unappreciated poet was talking. "It used to be," he said, "that the editor of every magazine, weekly and newspaper had a printed rejection slip which came back with unavailable matter. It set forth in a regular form that 'the rejection of a manuscript need not necessarily imply lack ! of merit.' etcetera, ad nauseam. I used to 1 keep all these printed slips, and Inasmuch as I been sending stuff around tor about fifteen years I had about enough to paper the walls of my den with, when all of a sudden, about two years ago. the printed slips Stopped coming. No. it wasn't that the product of my muse was receiving more generous appreciation. It was simply that editorial conditions have changed. My erses still come hack, but instead of having the printed rejection card Inclosed there is now a typewritten letter from the editor, with his signature at the bottom, expressing his regret that the manuscript submitted, mentioning It by name, is not exactly suiter to his present requirements, and hoping to hear from the author again. When 1 first began to get these notes, addressed to me personally, and bearing the editor's signature, thought I was getting on, and that my stuff was at least being read. But now I find that the changed condition is entirely due to the general use of the typewriter. The editor who attaches his signature to the note of regret has perhaps had no mote personal knowledge of the manuscript he is rejecting than the oldtime editor who used to simply send it back with a printed slip." Concerning; Henley. New York Tribune. The young author who likes wearily to complain of Angle-Saxon decorum and to praise Gallic vivacity has always impressed us as a decidedly silly little person. But there are occasions when even his impatience with the ways of his countrymen seem almost justifiable. Could there, for example, be anything more ponderously absurd than the manner in which Englishmen, writing of the late William Ernest Henley, allude to that article wherein, with all possible friendliness, he told a few home truths about his dead friend Stevenson and the hitter's Indiscreet admirers? Everybody who knew Henley with many who Derer knew him has been writing about him. and nearly everybody gives a doleful shake of the head over what Mr. Sidney Low, to name only one out of several scores, calls the "savage attack." It was not an jittack. It ws not savage. It was merely a rational protest against a flood of twaddle. It was one of the best tilings Henley ever wrote, and it Is probable that it will prove In the long run to have rendered a unique service to the memory of a man who has been more persistently insulted and humilinted by so-called friends than any other writer of his time. The solemn pathos of Henley's critics over this episode would be disgusting if it were not hiughnble. Literary Style. II. P. Du Bois, in Literary Collector. Some inrsons talk of "literary style." It is an ingenuous phrase. Other persons talk of "the historical style," "the scientific style." "the dramatic style." These alleged styles are only imitations of successful Styles. Bossuet's funeral orations were, for a long time, models which all preachers followed. An equivalent of Bossuet made a funeral oration which, naturally, was not in Bossuet's style, and evoked other imitations. Style is personal. A writer may not change his style more aptly than the color pi Ids eyes. But he may imitate other styles, and encumber the libraries with useless books, if the vigilant literary collector be indulgent enough to accept them. But his duty is not to be indulgent. The Main nance. In u review of Meredith Nicholson's "The Main Chance" the New York Independent of last week catches the essence of the book as perhaps no other reviewer has done. It says: "The author deserves credit for the psychic wit with which he distinguishes between the real gentleman, like Rarldon, and a man like Wheaton, who Is apparently just as good until the test comes. In no other book of the year has the point been made with such tragic clearness that many men are barred by some limitation of nature from the nobler heights of manly consciousness. Wheaton lacked neither In honesty nor sense, but he lacked the courage of fancy, by which a man dares to become better than he really is. This is a faculty peculiar to thoroughbreds like Rarldon." Literary Xotes. Justin McCarthy, the novelist and historian, ha? recently been placed upon the civil list of the British government to receive an annual pension of 25U (ll.'Jöu.) A private library which has not the impress of the individuality of its owner, says the Literary Collector, is not a book lover's library. It is useless even to him, since public libraries abound. The tyranny of individuality in style is inexorable In the libraries as in the books that the literary collector gathers. Jules Verne has at last decided to undergo an operation for the removal of the cataracts from his eyes, which are gradually making him blind. He will then be able, beyond a doubt, to go back to the work he loves and to continue his record of writing two novels a year. Of late he has been dictating, being unable to see to use a pen. The great "popularlxer of science" enjoys good bodily health and hopes to round out a century. A youug Yoman writing io the New York Times sums up nil that has been said about the problem In Mr. Allen's novel in three sentences so apt that they seem to make an end of argument: "Let a man with a secret in his past keep It to himself like a hero if he keep himself to himself. But it is a woman's right to know the past of the man she marries as much as it is his right to know hers. Any other course is fraudulent, aud gentlemen are not frauds." In a recent description of Maeterlinck he is said to resemble one of those mirthful Flemings "seated at the bounteous tables painted by Jordaens in his Dutch interiors." But this, it seems, is only an outside appenrance. "There is an indefinable gravity, deliberation and reflectiveness about him. His eyes remain for long fixed and attentive; hia speech Is hesitating; we feel that his thoughts have not entire confidence In it. but prefer another, more docile and patient interpreter the jen." Toil is little Tommy Sitting 'cross the way. Langhing at her ignorance. As well he wy.

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Earp was never a man who could easily be tamed, consequently a story told of his suppression a few weeks ago by a diminutive cockney member of the Canada mounted police will be interesting to some of his friends here. "Earp drifted into Dawson several months ago full of a determination to get action," said a San Francisco man to some of Earp's old Western friends the other night. "Civilization, policemen and progress generally knocked out Earp's gun lighting game in the States some years ago and. like Bat Masterson and a few other relies of the old days, he had been quite orderly und well behaved for some years. "But when he got to Dawson he found a settlement like the places In which he made his reputation as a bad man many years ago. He found men carrying guns around in their belts und getting drunk and shooting people who happened to displease them and it gave him the fever to get back into the game in which he was an adept in the days gone by. HE DRESSED THE PART. So Earp discarded his store clothes, got himself a flannel shirt, a pair of leather trousers and a sombrero, stuck a gun in his belt, loaded up on bad whisky and went around the saloons and faro banks bullyragging everybody who would stand for his game, and taking a few shots at some men who resented it. There were a number of bad men in Dawson who were sufficiently awed by Earp's reputation to stand for him, and for a week he had things pretty much his own way. Well, the fact that Earp was hitting it up got to the ears of a little five-foot cockney member of the Canada mounted police, one of whose duties it was to see that Dawson behaved Itself. Now Earp didn't know much about the Canada mounted police and the manner of men who compose it. "Therefore, when he was Interrupted in the gentle amusement of cleaning out a faro bank in Dawson one night by this little chap coming up to him with a request that he give him his gun, he opened his mouth and his eyes very wide, swore a mighty round of oaths and asked the little fellow In riding boots and cap if he wanted to visit hades at once or wait a few hour. "Earp was somewhat surprised when the little fellow simply smiled politely and said: " 'You must give m- the gun or bury It air.' aud extended his hand for the weapon. "Erp swore some more, but not quite so eloquently, for all the while the little man was smiling calmly in his face. Finally, Earp. clean flustered by the situation, pulled his gun from his belt and :"nd It three times into the ceiling, whereupou the little man. still smiling, said: " "Now you'll have to bury It r I'll have to take it away from you, air. " 'Take my gun away from me! roared Earp. " 'Exactly.' said the little man. 'Maybe you doubt 1 11 do it, sir?" "The witnesses of this colloquy didn't know what to expert from Earp, but they knew what would happen pretty soon if Earp became defiant, because In Dawson peeaea know what to except from the CasG . A rr ft- - nauian mounien ponce. iney nrw, ioo, that this little cockney had squelched every bad man who had ever come into Dawson, and they didn't doubt that he would attend to Earp. "However, a crisis was averted by Earp's putting his gun back into his belt and starting to leave the place. Just as he got to the door the policeman walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. " 'I beg your pardon, sir,' he said, 'but if you come out with a gun in sight to-morrow 1 shall have to take it away from you.' EARP TURNED PURPLE. "Earp turned purple with rage, but he had no nerve left when he confronted that politely smiling face. He roared a few oaths back at the amused crowd in the gambling house and then went to the Golden Lion saloon, where he took a few drinks and proceeded to tell what he would do the next day when the cockney tried to take his gun. " 'Why. I ll blow him full of holes,' he said. " 'Yes, said a listener, 'but when you put a hole in him you put a hole in the British empire, which it will fill with two m n. If you kill them, four will take their places. In the end, Earp. yon will have the whole British army here, if necessary, just to put you out. Better let him alone.' "The next day. Earp, very sober and very thoughtful, appeared on the streets of Dawson in the store clothes he came to town with. Almost the first person he struck was the cockney, who had evidently beea waiting for htm, prepared to take his gun away If he showed it. As soon as he saw Earp he stepped up very politely and said: " 'Thank you, sir,' and then turned on Iiis heel. "Earp hasn t been deuce high as a bad man In Dawson since that Incident. Inridentally. 1 might say. Lf he had elected to mix it up with the cockney he'd be sleeping uuder an epitaph to-night; for of all the real tough men I ever saw. either for r against law and order, those Canada mounted police are the limit."

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