Jasper County Democrat, Volume 15, Number 33, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 July 1912 — Page 7

(Copyright, 1910, by the New York Herald Company.) (Copyright. 1910. by the MacMillan Company.

SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER I.—Elam Harnish, known all through Alaska as “Burning Daylight," celebrates his 30th birthday with a friendly crowd of miners at the Circle City Tivoli. He is a general favorite, a hero and a pioneer in the new gold fields. The dance leads to heavy gambling in which over SIOO,OOO is staked. Harnish loses his money and his mine but wins the mail contract of the district. CHAPTER 11. Burning Daylight starts on his trip to deliver the mail with dogs and sledge. He tells his friends that the big Yukon gold strike will soon be on and he intends to be In it at the start, vvith Indian attendants and dogs he dips over the bank and down the frozen Yukon and in the gray light Is gone. CHAPTER in.—Harnish makes a sensationally rapid run across co.untry with the mail, appears at the Tivoli and there is another characteristic celebration. He has made a record against cold and exhaustion and is now ready to join his friends In a dash to the new gold fields. CHAPTER IV.—Hamish decides where the gold will be found in the up-river district and buys two tons of flour, which he declares will be worth its weight in gold before the season Is over. CHAPTER V.—When Daylight arrives •with his heavy outfit of flour he finds ;the big flat desolate. A comrade discovers gold and Harnish reaps a rich harvest. He goes to Dawson, begins investing In comer lots and staking other .miners and becomes the most prominent figure in the Klondike. CHAPTER Vl.—Hamish makes fortune after fortune. One lucky Investment enables him to defeat a great combination of capitalists in a vast mining deal. He determines to return to civilisation and drives a farewell celebration to his friends that is remembered as h. kind of blaze of <lory. v 11-—The papers are full King of the Klondike,” and Daylught Is feted by the money magnates of the country. They take him into a big : copper deal and the Alaskan pioneer finds himself amid the bewildering complications of high finance. L CHAPTER Vln.—Daylight is buncoed Ipy the moneyed men and finds that he •has been led to invest his eleven millions In a manipulated scheme. He goes to meet his disloyal business partners at ’their offices in New York City.

CHAPTER IX.—Confronting his part[ners with a revolver in characteristic ■frontier style, he threatens to kill them if his money is not returned. They are cowed Into submission, return their steallings and Hamish goes back to Ban Francisco with his unimpaired fortune. CHATTEk X.—Daylight meets hie fate In Dede Mason, a pretty stenographer •with a crippled brother, whom she cares Ifor. Hamish Is much attracted towards her and interested in her family affairs. , CHAPTER Xl.—He becomes ah element In large investments on the Pacific coast and gets Into thj/ political ring. For a Test he goes to inspect one ofwiis properties in the country and momentarily is attracted back to the old life on the lonesome trail. CHAPTER Xll.—Daylight gets deeper and deeper into nigh finance In San Francisco. He makes frequent runs Into the Country thus getting close to nature, but We mind is still In the speculation trend, ■very often, however, the longing for the «tmple life well nigh overcomes him. CHAPTER Xlll—Dede Mason buys a Ihorse and Daylight meets her In her isaddle trips. He begins to Indulge In horseback riding and manages to get Into her company quite often. CHAPTER XTV.—One day Daylight asks Dede to go with him on one more Tide, his purpose being to ask her to marry him. and they canter away, she trying to analyze her feelings. CHAPTER XV.—Dede tells daylight that she likes him but that her happiness could not He with a money manipulator. She suggests the vast good he could do ■with his wealth If so Inclined. , CHAPTER XVII—For the sake of Ms Hove. Daylight undertakes the scheme of up agreat Industrial community among the hills. He wins her regard by jlnterestlng himself In her crippled brothCHAPTEk XVH— Dede finally tells Daylight she does not dare marry a man who Is so engrossed with the business game. He Is insistent and yet hopes to Win her. , CHAPTER XVlll.—Daylight falls back into his old drinking ways and then rouses up from the same, realizing that he Is not the sturdy pioneer of the rude Alaskan days. CHAPTER XlX.—There Is a flurry tn •the money market, but Daylight tells Dede that he Is going to wipe the slate clean, go to manual work on a ranch land prove to her that he has reformed. CHAPTER XX.—Dede and Daylight »re married at a little backwoods hotel, fae has come back;to wholesome, natural mfe, and they go to housekeeping in a Spot close to nature.

CHAPTER XXI. But there came the day, one year, In early, April, when Dede sat in an easy chair on the porch, sewing on certain small garments, while Daylight jead aloud to her. It was in the afternoon, and a bright sun was chining down on a world of new green. Along the irrigation channels of the vegetable garden streams of water Were flowing, and now and again Daylight broke off from his reading to run out and change the flow of water. iAlso, he was teasingly interested in the certain small garments on which Dede worked, while she was radiantly happy over them, though at times, when his tender fun was too insistent, ■he was rosily confused or affectionately resentful. It was a few minutes later that Daylight, breaking off from his reading to change the streams of lirlgation, found that the water had ceased flowing. He shouldered a pick land shovel, took a hammer and a pipewrench from the tool-house, and returned to Dede on the porch. "I reckon I*ll have to go down and dig the pipe opt,” he told her. “It’s that slide that’s threatened all winter. I guess she’s come down at last” "Don’t you read ahead, now,” he warned, as he passed around the house and took the trail that led down the wall of the canyon.

BURNING DAYLIGHT

BY JACK LONDON

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Halfway down the trail, he came upon the slide. It was a small affair, only a few tons of earth and crumbling rock; but, starting from fifty feet above, it had struck the waterpipe with force sufficient to break it at a connection. Before proceeding to *work, he glanced up the path of the slide, and he saw what made his' eyes startle and cease for the moment 'from questing farther. “Hello,” he communed aloud, “look who’s here.” ’ His glance moved on up the steep broken surface, and across it from side to side. Here and there, in places, small twisted manzanitas w'ere rooted precariously, but in the main, save for weeds and grass, that portion of the canyon was bare. There were signs of a surface that had shifted often as the rain poured a flow of rich eroded soil from above over the lip of the canyon. “A true fissure vein, or I never saw one,” he proclaimed softly. Dropping the hammer and pipewrench, but retaining pick and shovel, he climbed up the slide to where a vague line of out-jutting but mostly soil-covered rock could be seen. It was all but indiscernible, but his practiced eye had sketched the hidden information which it signified. Here and there, along this wall of the vein, he attacked the crumbling rock with the pick and shoveled the encumbering soil away. Several times he examined this rock. So soft was some of it that he could break it in his fingers. Shifting a dozen feet higher up, he again attacked with pick and shovel. And this time, when he rubbed the soil from a chunk of rock and looked, he straightened up suddenly, gasping with delight. And then, like a deer at a drinking pool in fear of its enemies, he flung a quick glance around to see if any eye were gazing upon him. He grinned at his own foolishness and returned to his examination of the chunk. A slant of sunlight fell on it, and it was all aglitter with tiny specks of unmistakable free gold. . • .

“From the grass roots down,” he muttered in an awe-stricken voice, as he swung his pick into the yielding surface.

Sometimes he started small slides of earth that covered up his work and compelled him to dig again. Once he was swept fifty feet down the can-yon-side; but he floundered and scrambled up again without pausing for breath. He hit upon quartz that was so rotten that it was almost like clay, and here the gold was richer than ever. It was a veritable treasure chamber. For a hundred feet up and down he traced the walls of the vein. He even climbed over the canyon-lip to look along the brow of the hill for signs of the outcrop. But that could wait, and he hurried back to his find. He tolled on in the same mad haste, until exhaustion and an intolerable ache in his back compelled him to pause. He straightened up with even a richer piece of gold-laden quartz. Stooping, the sweat from his forehead had fallen to the ground. It now ran into his eyes, blinding him. He wiped it from‘him with the back of his hand and returned to a scrutiny of the gold. It would run thirty thousand to the ton, fifty thousand, anything—he knew that. And as he gazed upon the yellow lure, and panted for air, and wiped the sweat away, his quick vision leaped and set to work. He saw the spur-track that must run up from the valley and across the upland pastures, and he ran the grades and built the bridge that woufll span the canyon, until it was real before his eyes. Across the canyon was the place for the mill, and there he erected it; and he erected, also, the endless chain of buckets, suspended from a cable and operated by gravity, that would cross the canyon to the quartz-crusher. Likewise, the whole mine grew before him and beneath him —tunnels, shafts, and galleries, and hoisting plants. The blasts of the miners were in his ears, and from across the canyon he could hear the roar of the stamps. The hand that held the lump of quartz was trembling, and there was a tired, nervous palpitation apparently in the pit of his stomach. It came to him that what he wanted was a drink—whisky, cocktails, anything, a dplnk. And eveji then, with this new hot yearning for the alcohol upon him, he heard, faint and far, drifting down the gfeen abyss of the canyon, Dede’s voice, crying:— “Here, chick, chick, chick, thick, chick! Here, chick, chick, chick!’’

He was astounded at the lapse of time. She had left her sewing on the porch and was feeding the chickens preparatory to getting supper. The afternoon was gone. He could not conceive that he had been away that long. Again came the call: "Here, chick, chick, chick, chick, chick! Here, chick, chick, chick!” It was the way she always called—first five, and then three. He had long since noticed it. And from these thoughts of her arose other thoughts that caused a great fear slowly

to grow in nis race. For ft seemed to him that he had almost lost her. Not once had he thought of her in those frenzied hours, and for that much, at least, had she truly been loot to him. He dropped the piece of quartz, slid down the slide, and started up the trail, running heavily. At the edge of the clearing he eased down and almost crept to a point of vantage whence he could peer out, himself unseen. She was feeding the chickens, tossing to them handfuls of grain and laughing at their antics. The sight of her seemed to relieve the panic fear into which he had been flung, and he turned and ran back down the trail. Again he climbed the slide, but this time he climbed higher, carrying the pick and shovel with him. And again he toiled frenziedly, but this time with a different purpose. He worked artfully, loosing slide after slide of the red soil and sending it streaming down and covering up all he had uncovered, hiding from the light of day the treasure he had discovered. He even , went into the woods and scooped armfuls of last year’s fallen leaves, which he scattered over the slide. But this he gave up as a vain task, and he sent more slides of soil down upon the scene of his labor, until no sign remained of the out-jut-ting walls of the vein. . Next he repaired the broken pipe, gathered his tools together, and started up the trail. He walked slowly, feeling a great weariness, as of a man who had passed through a frightful crisis. He put the tools away, took a great drink of the water that again flowed through the pipes, and sat down on the bench by the open kitchen door. Dede was inside, preparing supper, and the sound of her footsteps gave him a vast content. He breathed the balmy mountain air in great gulps, like a diver fresh-risen from the sea. And, as he drank in the air, he gazed with all his eyes at the clouds and sky and valley, as if he were drinking in that, too, along with the air. Dede did not know he had come back, and at times he turned his head and stole glances in at her —at her efficient hands, at the bronze of her brown hair that smouldered with fire when she crossed the path of sunshine that streamed through the window, at the promise of her figure that shot through him a pang most strangely sweet and sweetly dear. He heard

“Here, Chick, Chick, Chick, Chick!"

her approaching the door, and kept his head turned resolutely toward the valley. And next, he thrilled, as he had always thrilled, when he felt the caressing gentleness of her fingerfl through his hair. “I didn’t know you were back,” she said. “Was it serious?” “Pretty bad, that slide,” he answered, still gazing away and thrilling to her touch. “More serious than I reckoned. But I’ve got the plan. Do you know what I’m going to do? —I’m going to plant eucalyptus all over it. They’ll hold it. I’ll plant them thick as grass, so that even a hungry rabbit can’t squeeze between them; and when they get their roots agoing, nothing in creation will ever move that dirt again.’ “Why, is it as bad as that?’ He shook his head. “Nothing exciting. But Fd sure like to see any blamed old slide get the best of me, that’s all. I’m going to seal £hat slide down so that it’ll stay there for a million years. And when the last trump sounds, and Sonoma Mountain and all the other mountains pass into nothingness, that old slide will be still a-standlng there, held up by the roots.” He passed his arm around her and pulled her down on his knees. “Say, little woman, you sure miss a lot by living here on the ranch- — music, and theaters, and such things. Don’t you ever have a hankering to drop it all and go back?"

So great was anxiety that he dared not look at her, and when she laughed and shook her head he was aware of a great relief. Also, he noted the undiminshed youth that rang through that same old-time boyish laugh of hers. “Say,” he said, with sudden fierceness, “don’t you go fooling around that slide until after I get the trees in and rooted. It’s mighty dangerous, and I sure can’t afford to lose you now.” He drew her lips to his and kissed her hungrily and passionately. “What a lover!” she said; and pride in him and in her own womanhood was in her voice.

“Look at that, Dede." He removed one encircling arm and swept it In a wide gesture over the valley and the mountains beyond. “The Valley of the Moon—a good name, a good name. Do you know, when I look out over it all, and think of you and of all it means, it kind of makes me ache in

the throat, and I have things Th my heart I can’t fin’d the words to say, and I have a feeling that I can almost understand Browning and those other high-flying poet-fellows. Look at Hood Mountain there. Just where the sun’s striking. It was down in that crease that we found the spring.” “And that was the night you didn’t inllk the cows till ten o’clock,” she laughed. “And if you keep me here much; longer, supper won’t be any earlier than it was that night.” Bot'h rose from the bench, and Daylight caught up the milk-pall from the nail by the door. He paused a moment longer to look out over the valley. “It's sure grand,” he said. "It’s sure grand,” she echoed, laughing joyously at-hlm and with him and herself and all the world, as she passed in through the door. And Daylight, like the old man he once had met, himself went down the hill through the fires of sunset with a milkpall on his arm. THE END.

Horse-Loving Xenophon.

We may breed different types of horses, and we may harness and use ( them differently; but the points of excellence that combine to form the most perfect horse are no different in one age than another. Xenophon, it is true, attached some importance to points that we care much less about now—as, for instance, a smooth, round back that is ‘easy to sit upon,’ ■which was owing to the fact that the Greeks did not use saddles, but only a cloth, fastened to the horse’s body by a surcingle; but these are minor matters. He knew the points of a good horse, and he knew horse nature. And he had, too, that delight in horses that is found only in the true horseman, the man who loves as well as knows them. "It is upon horses,” says he, “that gods and heroes are painted riding; and men who are able to manage them skillfully are regarded as deserving of admiration. So extremely beautiful and admirable and noble a sight is a horse that bears himself superbly that he, fills the gaze of all who see him, both young and old; no one, Indeed, leaves him or is tired of contemplating him as long as he continues to display his magnificent attitudes.”—From the Atlantic.

Shipbuilding In China.

According to a Shanghai telegram, the Chinese government accepted the bid of the Kiangnan arsenal for the construction of four warships at about 1,500,000 taels. The arsenal, under control of Liang-Kiang, viceroy, engages principally in the manufacture of arms. Although it has equipment for shipbuilding, it has not turned out any warships in the history of Its existence for the last twenty-odd years, its experience so far having only consisted in putting together gunboats that wer built in foreign countries: Again, at the Mamel dockyard at Fukien one gunboat was constructed in 18*99 and another in the following year, which were completed in 1902. But they were small ships, each having the displacement of 861 tons. The present order, consists of two gunboats with tile displacement of 1,000 tons each and two smaller river 'gunboats. Inasmuch as the Mamel dockyard is under the management of French people, this is the first time that China has ever attempted to build her own warships at her own dockyard.

Philosophy of the Unsuccessful.

We are perhaps too prone to get our ideas and standards of worth from the successful, without reflecting that the interpretations of life which patriotic legend, copy-book philosophy, and the sayings of the wealthy give us, are pitifully Inadequate for those who fall behind in the race. Surely there are enough people to whom the task of making a decent living and maintaining themselves and their families In their social class, or of winning and keeping the respect of their fellows, is a hard and bitter task, to make a philosophy gained through personal disability and failure as just and true a 1 method of appraising the life around us as the cheap optimism of the ordinary professional man. And certainly a kindlier, for It has no shade of contempt or disparagement about it—Atlantic.

Spiritism Said to Be Demonism.

A most interesting little brochure has recently come off the press setting forth with Bible proofs that the communications received by and through Spiritist Mediums is of Demon origin. The writer traces his subject through the Scriptures from the time when certain of the holy angels became disobedient. He proves from the Scriptures shat these fallen spirits personate the human dead, with whose past history, spirits, though Invisible, are thoroughly acquainted. He showfl that they also frequently personate the Creator and the Redeemer, commanding their deceived ones to ij>ray, do penance, etc. This, however, b merely to ledd them on and to bring them more thoroughly under demoniacal control. Sometimes by breaking down the natural barrier, the human Will, they possess their victim, and rule him more or less to his ruin—frequently sending such to the mad-house. Numerous illustrations, Scriptural and otherwise, are given. The price of the littSe book is but ten cents; it should be in the hands of all interested in Spiritism or who have friends interested therein. Enclose five two-cent stamps to the Bible and Tract Society, 17 Hicks street, Brooklyn, N. Y.

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There is one feature about a house that has a very strong and potent influence on our dally lives, a factor that we seldom think of. It Is the wall decorations of the house. You may not realize It, but the colors and tints on your walls not only have an artistic effect, but they have something to do with your moods. A good many people have gone into the whys and wherefores of this fact, dug into mysterious sciences, and told us all about It with big words that had to be looked up In the dictionary; but that Is not necessary. There are very few things that cannot lie told simply and. plainly without Impressing on the' hearer or reader that the writer or speaker has been to college. We will spend weeks and weeks planning our house, lay awake nights over It, and probably have harsh words with our wife over the number of closets and where the pantry shall be placed (for as a rule the wife only cares about the closet room and the pantry). The men folks can have everything else as they want It, except the parlor, dining room, kitchen, hall, bedrooms, and the bathroom. That is all she cares to arrange, except the size of the porch. Everything else we can have our way about. Then, when It comes to decorating the wall, we defer to her and let her have her way, too. That Is kind. Maybe the parlor will be green, the dining room red, the kitchen walls will be apple-green, and one bedroom will be blue. Another bedroom will be buff, and a third one will be pink. Or we will leave it all to the decorator or paper hanger, and let him choose the combination. Then we are living In a paperhanger’s house, not in one of our own choice. A wall should be a background for the personality. If the color of the

room does not hitch with your personality, there will be discord. All things have color, and it is not an accident that their colors exist. They are all caused by vibration as shown in th® spectrum. Red vibrates at the lowest rate of speed and violet at the highest. Next in the scale above red comes orange; then yellow, green, blue and violet. Red has nearly the same effect as semi-darkness. We all know that in the twilight we are calm and thoughtful. So in your red room you are influenced to be calm. Red has not this effect, however, on some of the lower animals, as we have often had reason

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to know during rambles in the fields where cattle graze. Blue, en the other hand, at the other extremity, has a tendency to make us inspired and think of the higher things, like poetry and art. We know know why some dining rooms are finished in blue. This tint in a boarding house dining room will help take the mind off the possible meager array on the table. If you are thinking of Bryant or Longfellow, it matters little what is in the hash. This is what

IDEAS FOR HOME BUILDERS

BY WM.A.RADFORD.

blue walls are supposed to do to you. But, seriously, the first thing to consider in the furnishing of the house is the decorations that are to go on the walls, for they ahev their influence. Cheery colors should be used in the dining room—-not gaudy, but tones that will harmonize with the atmosphere that should pervade any place where bread Is broken. In the living room or in the library, there sh&uld be restful tones like browns or tans. The bedroom walls should have tints that are not loud or disturbing. house we show here is one planned to be lived In all over. There Is no parlor that has to be closed against the encroachments of the children'. The large living room Is invit-

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ing, and it is given- a specially strong home aspect by the big fireplace and the seat at the side. The celling of this room has beams that give the impression of solidity and strength. The walls of this room should be decorated with a soft tint like buff or brown In some shade, with the beams stained darker. This house is 28 feet wide and 29 feet, 6 Inches long, exclusive of porches. It will be noticed that the den and the dining room also are provided with beam ceilings, and are so arranged that they can be made practically

Into one room where there is any social function. The kitchen is of sufficient size to be convenient. Aocess to the stairway may be had either from the living room or the kitchen. On the second floor are three bedrooms and an alcove. The front bedroom is the largest, and the wall space affords opportunity for good taste in decoration. This bouse is estimated to cost from $2,800 to $3,500, using good, substantial materials.

Catling Tom.

A man living in a northern town was startled about four o’clock one morning by hearing the knocker on his front door being used most vigorously. Hastily jumping out of bed, he threw up the window, and, fearing that the house was on fire or that some dire calamity had happened, anxiously inquired what was the matter. “Oh, it’s all right,” was the reply, coolly vouchsafed by a burly youth below. “I was to call Tom, who lives across the road, and, as he hadn’t got a knocker on his door, I thought you wouldn’t mind me using yours to wake him up. You needn’t trouble to come down. I think I’ve roused him.” And, sure enough, he had, and half the street as well.

Hadn't Taken the House.

Ghosts and weird apparitions which were said to appear in an empty house were not an inducement to possible tenants, so the agent had it elaborately done up and decorated and. by way of tempting bait, had some expensive gas fittings through the house. The next week he heard that some bold man had been after the house. His heart leapt with hope and expectation, and he rushed off in frantic excitement to the housekeeper of the haunted grange. “This is splendid!” he gasped. “Someone has taken the house, asnl he?” “I don’t knowj sir, I’m sure. Perhaps he’ll come back for the house, but he’s taken all the gas fittings*