Jasper County Democrat, Volume 19, Number 59, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 October 1916 — Page 7

GOLD

By STEWART EDWARD WHITE

SYNOPSIS Talbot Ward’s challenge to Frank Munroe to a personal encounter to determine whether Munroe Is fit to make a trip to California in search of gold is accepted. Munroe gets a hammerlock on Ward and wins the bout. Arriving at Chagres, Talbot Ward’s knowledge of Spanish and his firm treatment of the native boatmen help wonderfully. The party enters a tropical forest. They reach Gatun, and, after passing through several villages where Waid always diplomatically handles the natives, they arrive in Panama. Ward forces steamship agent to refund passage money because ship Isn't available. Tank has provided accommodations for all on board a sailing ship. They arrive in San Francisco. Ward puts It up to each man to get $220 In one day. Munroe makes $25 as a laborer. Johnny gambles and gets $220. Ward astounds the party by telling how, by shrewd business deals In one day Id theDGolden City, he accumulated several thousand dollars. Ward decides that he will not go faith the party to the mines, but will stay lu Sett Francisco, where he thinks more gold Is to be found. The party dig their first gold. They are not much encouraged when told that the value of their first pan is 12 cents. Don Gaspar, a Spaniard, and his man•ervant Vasquez Join forces with the trio and the gold Is divided into five parts.

CHAPTER XVI. On Trail of the Indians. IWAS terribly excited. The pattei of the horses was now plainly audible, though, owing to the inequalities of the ground, they could not become visible farther than a hundred yards away. I trembled violently and cursed myself for a coward, though I really do not think I wai frightened. At any rate, I becamt deadly cool the moment the first savage appeared, and I drew as steady bead and toppled him off his horse before any one else had got in action. The shot brought them to a stand. They had, I think, expected to find u* in our ravine and were surprised. Immediately I dropped the butt of my rifle to the ground and began reloading. A shower of arrows flew toward us, but were deflected by the crisscross of the willows. In fact, this lacework of stout branches seemed to be an excellent sort of armor against arrows. In the meantime my companions had each dropped his man, though Vasquez had better luck than skill, as his savage was only clipped in the leg. I fired once more and elicited a howl. There could be no missing at the distance unless a man quite lost his head, and personally I was too scared for that. Another shower of arrows rattled in % tbe willows; then the band broke to right and left and raced away up the hills like mad. They had no courage and lost stomach for the fight at once when they found us prepared. We were astonished and delighted, for we had fully expected to be ridden down. As soon as we were quite certain this sudden retreat was not a ruse we came out from our shelter. How many wounded had made off, if any, we could not tell. Three dead bodies lay on the ground. To them we paid no attention, but, with many forebodings, hurried back to camp. When we appeared in sight Missouri Jones ian out to meet us, his rifle over Ws arm. “Where’s Johnny?” I cried. “He was down at the river a-getting water,” said Jones, “and I ain’t seen him since.” • We all ran down to the edge of the river pool whence we drew our supply. For a moment our hearts stood still, for no Johnny was in sight. Then he arose dripping from the middle of the pool. “This water’s cold,” he remarked conversationally. “I think I’ll come *»t. Anybody hurt?” He waded ashore and shook himself like a dog. “I didn’t hear ’em until they were right on top of me, and I Wouldn’t get away without being seen,” said he, “so I just waded out and imitated a rock with my head.” We roared with laughter by way of relief. “It isn’t the first time, Johnny,” said I. “That’s all right,” put in Missouri Jones. “This is no joke. They got three of our hosses.” Then he told us his experience. “I was just a-browning of the venison,” he explained, “when I happened to look up, and thar was three of our hosses running off, tails up, and a half dozen Injuns a-hossback driving ’em. I let drive with old Betsy and Johnny’s gun, but they was about out Qf range. While I was looking after them about forty Injuns went past sky-hootin’. I suppose they thought the first lot had all the hosses, and so they didn’t stop. The rest of the hosses, luckily, was asleep behind the cottonwoods. You bet I didn't call their attention to myself.” He exhibited the greatest satisfaction when he learned that we had accounted for four. “That’s something like Injun fight-

Ing,” he observed, "though these are a pore, spiritless lot The whole beg ain’t worth more than one of them good hosses.” . We did no more gold washing that day, but remained close In camp, consumed with anxiety for our companions. From to time we fired a rifle, with the* idea of warning them that something was amiss. The remaining half dozen horses we ran into the corral. Night fell, and still the hunters did not return. We were greatly alarmed and distressed, but we could not think of anything to do, for we had not the least idea in what direction to look. “Bagsby and Yank are old hands,” speculated Missouri Jones consolingly. “And the fact that Injuns is abroad would make them slow and careful.” None of us felt like turuiug in. We all sat outside on the ground around a litle fire. Toward midnight we heard voices, and a moment later Yank and Bagsby strode in out of the darkness. “Where’s McNally?” Yank Distantly demanded. “Hasn’t he come in yet?” We told him we had seen nothing of the missing man. “Well, he'll drift in pretty soon,” said Bagsby. “We lost him in the darkness not two hours back.” They set to frying some venison steak. Excitedly and in antiphony Johnny and I detailed the day’s adventure. Both the backswoodsmen listened in silence, but without suspending their cooking. “They didn’t bother McNally,” Bagsby decided. “They’d drive those hosses away five or six miles before they’d stop. And McNally was with us Just

With a Roar of Anger Buck Barry Raised His Pick Ax.

a little piece back. He’ll be in by the time the venison is cooked.” But he was not, nor by an hour later. Then we decided that we must go out to look for him. “We can’t see nothin’ till daylight,” said Bagsby, “but we can get started back for the last place we saw him.” It was now about 1 o’clock in the morning. Bagsby appointed Vasquez, Missouri Jones, Buck Barry, Yank and myself to accompany him. Don Gaspar was suffering from a slight attack of malarial fever, and Johnny, to his vast disgust, was left to hold him company. We took each a horse, which we had to ride bareback and with a twisted rope “war halter.” We proceeded thus for a long time — five or six miles, I should think. By the undefined feeling of dark space at either hand I judged we must be atop a ridge. Bagsby halted. “It was somewhere on this ridge we left him,” said he. “I reckon now we’d just better set down and wait for dawn.” Accordingly we dismounted and drew together in a little group. Over the top of the great ranges a gibbous moon rose slowly. By her dim light I could make out the plunge on either side our ridge and the other dark ridges across the way. Behind us our horses occasionally stamped a hoof or blew through their noses. I lay flat on my back and idly counted the stars. Happening to glance sidewise, I caught the flicker of a distant light. “Bagsby.” I whispered, “there’s a fire barely more than a half mile away.” He, too, lay down in order to get my angle of view. “It’s not McNally,” he pronounced after a moment’s careful inspection, “for it’s too big a fire, and it’s a lot more than half a mile away. That’s a good big fire. I think it’s Injuns.” “Probably the same gang that lifted our hosses!” cried Buck. “Probably,” agreed Bagsby. He sat upright and peered at us through the dim moonlight. “Want to get after them?” he inquired. “You bet!” said Buck emphatically. “They may have McNally, and if they haven’t they’ve got our horses.” “There’s six of us, and we can shore make it interesting for that lot,” agreed Yank. “Can we get to where they are?” “I think so,” said Bagsby. We rode for another hour, slanting down the' mountain side toward the flickering fire. Every time a horse rolled a rock or broke a dried branch It seemed to me that the mountains reverberated from end to end. I don’t believe I allowed myself to weigh over six ounces all told. Finally we left the slope for the bottom of the valley. “I’d rather be below their camp than above it It’s going to be hard to get out this way,” complained Bagsby, “but it’s the best we can do.” He dis-

mounted, us, and we crept forward another half mile, leading our animals. “This Is as close as I dare take the hosses,” whispered Bagsby. “Vasquez, you stay here tfrlth them,” he said in Spanish, “and when I yell twice quick and sharp you answer, so we’U know where to find you. Come on!” We raised our pieces, but before the command to fire was given one of the sleepers threw aside-his blanket, stretched himself and arose. It was a white man! I confess that for a moment I turned physically sick. “Hello!” called Bagsby, quite unmoved. The white man seized his rifle, and the recumbent forms leaped to life. “Who are you?” he demanded sharply. “Speak quick!” “Keep yore ha’r on!” drawled the trapper, advancing into the light. “We’re perfectly respectable miners, out looking fftr a lost man, and-we saw yore fire.” The rest of us uttered a yell of joy and relief. One of the men who had been sleeping around the fire was McNally himself. x We drew together, explaining, congratulating. The strangers, six in number, turned out to be travelers from the eastern side of the ranges. They listened with interest and attention to our account of the Indian attack. McNally explained that he had been uncertain of his route In the dark, so that when he caught sight of the fire he had made his way to it- We were still engaged in this mutual explanation when we were struck dumb by a long drawn out yell from the direction of our own horses. “It is Vasquez,” explained Barry. “He wants to let us know where he is.” And he answered the yell. But at that moment one of our own horses dashed up to the bunch of picketed animals and wheeled, trembling. Its rope bridle dangled broken from its head. Sam Bagsby darted forward to seize the hanging cord. “It’s cut!” he cried. “Quick! Out across the valley, boys!” We followed him into the moonlight, grasping our rifles. A moment later a compact band swept toward us at full speed, our horses in the lead, their rope halters dangling, a dozen Indians on horseback following close at their heels and urging them on. "Shoot, boys!” yelled Bagsby, discharging his own piece. Our rifles cracked. It was impossible to take aim, and I am sure we hit

“This water's cold,” he remarked conversationally.

nothing. But the horses swerved aside from the long fiery flashes, and so ran into the picketed lot and stopped. The Indians flew on through our scattered line without stopping, pursued by a sputter of shots from our Colt’s revolvers. “Awhile ago I was sorry we had to stop above camp,” said Bagsby, with satisfaction, “but it was a lucky thing for us. They had to come by us to git out.” “And Vasquez?” Yank struck across our exultation. (To be continued.! Rust will disappear from steel if soaked in sweet oil for a day, followed with a rubbing with fresh lime.

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WAGE INCREASE MEANS MILLIONS TO WORKERS

Wholesale Clothiers Give EightHour Day, No Decrease in Pay, Unasked. PACKERS ALSO RAISE PAY Eighty Thousand Men Get Five Million More and Time and a Half Is Given for Overtime In This “Fool’s Paradise.”

The Nation is Out of War The State is Out of Debt The Democrats Did It!

BY WILLIS S. THOMPSON. Indianapolis, Oct. 9.—The eighthour day, with reduction in pay, has just been awarded voluntarily to 20,000 workmen in Chicago. Their employers are not philanthropists. Neither are they giving away the sl,000,000 a year which they are adding to the pay envelopes by allowing time and a half for all over eight hours work in each twenty-four hours. Verily “the eight-hour day with no reduction in pay” is appealing as an economic move and of as great benefit to employer as employe. The packers all over the United States, affecting 60,000 Employes, have added 2H cents an hour to all their men without the asking. This adds $4,000,000 a year to payrolls. This is more “fool’s paradise” and more “imaginary prosperity” for Mr. Hughes to explain, while he howls for war with Germany and Mexico and longs for a railroad strike. Here is the associated press dispatch in full. It contains much foo4 for serious thought on the part of any man who for a single foolish moment ever thought of voting against continuing conditions as they are: Chicago, Oct. 3.—The Wholesale Clothiers’ Association of Chicago, employing 20,000 workmen, announced today that it would reduce working time in its factories from fifty to forty-eight hours a week, but that pay would remain the same, and that time and a half would be paid for overtime. Jacob Abt, president of the association, said it would place more than $1,000,000 additional pay in the pockets of the employes this year because of the great amount of work contemplated. It was the third reduction in working hours in the last three years. A voluntary wage increase of 2 cents an hour for employes of . the operating departments all over the United States also was announced by the big packing firms of Wilson & Co., Armour & Co., Swift & Co., Libby, McNeil & Co., and Morris & Co. The increases granted by the packers will affect 60,000 men employed in the big packing centers. To the packers, the increase will mean an additional pay roll of $4,000,000 a year, it was said.” You are not at war. You are at work.

DISORDERLY CONDUCT.

A man in Mr. Hughes’s audience at Peoria, who shouted, “What would you have done if you had been in Wilson’s place?” was promptly ejected by the police. How fine it would be for the candidate if the thousands of voters all over the country who are asking that question could be so easily disposed of!— Springfield Republican.

Swat the Laboring Man.

Mr. Hughes attacks on the eighthour law would seem to indicate that he is disposed to substitute “swat the laboring man” for “swat the fly.” Well, he has at least found a big issue, even if he has taken the wrong side of it.—. The Commoner.

“OUR KIND OF A MAN.”

There are a number of thing? that distinguish Henry Ford among successful men of affairs He has made money as rapidly as any of them. He has made it all by clean business dealings. He has made none of it through questionable public utility or stock jobbing deals, or participating in a corrupt lobby designed to legalize raiding of 100,000,000 people by a few legalized gamblers. But greatest of all his sins, and undisputed evidence of his hopeless insanity, as viewed by George W. Perkins and Mulhall, is the fact that he divides his dividends with the men in his employ who help him to earn them, not overlooking the jani- | tors and office boys. So when Henry Ford says he \ is for Woodrow Wilson, aiid ' gives many excellent reasons j why, what more natural than ! the editors of the Hughes press j should refer to him as an im- 1 becile? It is their only answer, ' since nobody •in this campaign has been able to state any reason why anybody should vota a Republican ticket.

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WHERE AUTO ACCIDENTS USUALLY OCCUR

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twenty-three out of every twentyfour—figures for the country at large—are due to collision at street or highway intersections. These accidents, a Philadelphia investigating comniittep finds, “do not commonly occur, as is usually supposed, at places of congested, downtown traffic.” On the contrary, as he points out, motor cars seldom collide In shipping districts or where machines are most numerous. “The catastrophies,” the report adds, “do not happen, not at rush hours, at noon, at work-quitting times, but in clear streets and less busy intervals.” Local observation and statistics would very likely confirm this conclusion. Most accidents in Indianapolis, and in the vicinity of the city, occur “at the Intersection of cross-roads, highways whore one driveway leads at right angles Into another, and where one street crosses another.” The report continues: “As far as my researches go, two-thirds report that there were no horns, hells or other warning signals heard from each other as they approached the crossing. Practically all, no doubt, disregarded the plain commands of caution and intelligence, to-wit, to slow down at turns, crossings, and intersections of streets. It is all very well in the open country on a fine stretch of level road with no trees or hills to hide a cross street or other road, to occasionally take a brief 9pin of thirty or forty miles an hour.” The inference is plain In congested sections of the city, and at times when traffic is heaviest, the driver of the motor car must move slowly and cautiously. Necessity dictates his speed; he has no choice in the matter. His car, accordingly, is always under control. But, where he fancies that his way is open, with no traffic to halt or impede his progress, the caution is thrown aside and the car Is driven at a speed that makes quick and immeidate control, in the face of emergency, practically impossible. The investigator is inclined to attribute some of thfcr accidents to the “blind spot” to be found in every normal eye, which, they believe, is “blindest” at the corner intersections. The report continues: “Briefly, this means that at a certain vital moment, when the auto driver should see the approach of another car at right angles, and slow down to ten miles an hour when going thirty, the object fails on the blind spot of his eyes and, he misses it. This also accounts for some calamities at street crossings.” The "remedy, however, is not difficult to prescribe. Driving the car at a speed that permits the complete control to the end that stops can be made quickly, at a second’s notice, will solve the corner collision problem. If that rule is followed there ought to he an end to most of the “twenty-three put of twenty-four” accidents referred to. —-Indianapolis News.

When asked to comment on the exploits of the submarines off Nantucket, Mr. Hughes declined, saying he could not discuss current events because he was determined to do nothing which would embarrass Mr. Wilson in any effort he might make to protect American rights. —News item. As a matter of fact Mr." Hughes intends to s/it back and wait to see what President Wilson will do and then criticise him, whatever he does. Mr. Hughes, Mr. Roosevelt, Mr. Root et al remind us a good deal of Bob Ingersoll’s lectuTe on “The Mistakes of Moses.” Bob made an entertaining leeture, but he didn’t secure many converts to his ideas. Moses was just a man and probably made a number of mistakes, but if Bob had been on tfhe job when the children of Israel were having their troubles, his biographer might have had some substantial criticisms when he wrote the obituary if he told the truth.

WILL SUPPORT MR. TAGGART

George W. Infield of Indianapolis, who owns a farm near Rensselaer and is well known to many of our readers, has written to the Indiana Daily Times as follows: Editor Ifid tana Titties—ln regard to your editorial of today announcing your stand for Taggart, beg to say “Them’s my sentiments.” I voted for Watson in 1 908, but cannot now. T believe government is a business matter and, therefore, it would be anything but a business procedure for me to swap a known business man for a politician and business principles for questionable politics to represent me in the senate. We must judge the future conduct of men somewhat from the past, especially when there is no sign of reformation. Tit has been a query with me how those who voted the Progressive ticket four years ago (unless wo doubt their sincerity, and this is hard to do) could support Mr. Watson. If I remember rightly, he was put in the class with those whom they accused of blocking progressive legislation. His later acts only added insult to injury if their charge was true. Even us old-line Republicans, or many of them at least, do not look with favor upon lobbyists, much loss can former Progressives, the mass of whom we believe sought the public welfare. They now owe no allegiance to any personal leader but their honor and the public welfare which we believe they had and now have at heart, at least the maBS of them had and have. We are not now nor ever have been so sure of all. The argument made eight years ago that Mr. Wat son was a good orator, whirli he is, never made a hit with ine. We have now and always have had entirely too many orators and too much oratory in congress for the public good. A little more attention lo the business to be done in a hard-headed business way and less oratory in congress would he a saving to the people of millions annually. The only way to cut It out Is to cut out the majority of the orators and substitute men trained in business. O. W. INFIELD. Indianapolis, Ocober 18.

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NOTICE Notice is hereby given that the Board of Commissioners of Jasper county, Indiana, will receive sealed proposals for the sale of secondhand material on Wednesday, November 8, 1916, for material as follows: The bins and platform for the crusher, located near the ball park in Rensselaer, Indiana. All bids to be on file by 2 o’clock of said date and to be accompanied by affidavit as required by law. The board reserves the right to reject any and all bids. By order of the Board of Commissioners of Jasper county, Indiana. JOSEPH P. HAMMOND, Auditor.

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