New Richmond Record, Volume 17, Number 27, New Richmond, Montgomery County, 9 January 1913 — Page 5

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WHEN THE YEAR IS YOUNG. When the year is young, when the year is young. All the gnarled and knotted orchard thick with wreathes of bloom Is hung. And amid its odorous arches bees intone the livelong day, Where the oriole, transported, carols his divinest lay; And within the heart’s dim cloisters all the sweetest bells are rung To the tenderest of old descants — when the year is young. When the year is young, care abjures her dreary guise. Greeting beauty’s swift renaissance, exultation In her eyes; 'Hopes deferred feel sweet previsions and the very winds are gay. As they strew with cherry—petals all the grass at peep of day. Grief itself seems but a vesture, like these mimic frost-flakes, flung O’er the true, the bright, the joyous—when the year is young. When the year is young, like a dream are days forlorn. While the dropping bird-notes dimple all the airy sea of morn: And. resurgent with its sound-waves, swell again, in tender ruth. The illimitable yearnings and the artless faith of youth; To the last the springtime glamour o’er the dearth of life is flung, And no joy seems past renewal —when the year is young. —Mrs. W. A. Cutting, in Vicks.

1 his eyes, usually soft and shy, -would fairly blaze with venomous hatred, and knowing something of Mexican and how handy they are with a knife; I came to the conclusion that if I were in Bill’s place I would one of two things—apologize to Kid and let him , ! alone, or—kill him. I thought of j speaking to Bill about it, but medfll- j. ing in another man's row was unheal- i thy business in those days, so I ended by keeping silent. I Kid did not disappoint me. One 1 night, as I sat reading in my tsnt, 1 there came from the outside a sharp exclamation that was followed immediately by the sounds of a struggle, i , then a piercing scream, and I heard, j unmistakable in Bill’s voice; “Ycr mis- i I erablc, sneakin’ little kyote! Put er a knife in me in th’ dark, would yer? j ; Wall, I reckon not! An’ now I’ll jest ! give you er taste of it, my little snake-' in-th’-grass."

Grabbing up my gun. knowing that nothing short of that would have any weight with BUI, hurriedly threw open my tent, and, the bright light of my lamp flashing out, I saw Kid flat on his back, with Bill kneeling on hie chest, one hand gripping the boy’s throat, and the other, grasping a knife, upraised to strike. In Kid’s face there was a look of horror that I will remember as long as I live. The sudden flood cf light caused Bill to pause, and then his arm sank slowly to his side, the knife slipping from his hand. “Wall, I’ll jest be all over d— —d!” he ejaculated, and letting go of Kid’s throat he stood up. I could see nothing to justify such a change in his ajtiaide. and I was amazed to see him now reach down and take Kid’s hand. “Git up,” he said gruffly; "I ain’t ex goin’ ter hurt yer—never would a teched yer ef I’d knowed what I know now. an’ I’m sorry I done it.” He

(helped Kid to his feet and went on. ‘‘Now go back to yer tent; I ain’t goin ter blow cn yer, an’ I won’t bullyrag yer no more—sabe? I’ll keep the knife, though, so’s yer won’t git inter no more mischief with it.” Kid made no answer, and I could no see his face, but I did see his hands suddenly clincji as he went away intc the darkness. Having watched him out of. sight. Bill walked oft without even a glance in my direction. I was

greaty puzzled by what had occurred and my curiosity being aroused I determined to find Bill the next morning and get him to tell me what it was that caused this sudden change toward Kid; tut that day was Sunday, and he | left camp at daybreak on an antelope hunt, so I did not see him. Turning the affair over in my mind that morn, ing. I came to the conclusion that Bill's heart was too large for his judgment and that Kid would yet avenge himself; and I was not wrong, though be did it in a way that I could not have

expected. Our camp was pitched on a low hil! that rose island-like in the midst of a grassy valley. On the west this valley was bounded by a range of rugged mountains that came down to wi.hin a mile of camp, and on the east by chain of high hills; to the north am south, where the railroad came in an went out. the grassy level stretched away further than the eye could reach. To economize in feed It was the custom to pasture the mules in this valley whenever they were not at work, on Sundays and at night, and they went out as usual on the day following Kid's attempt to knife Bill, though not under charge of the night herder, he and the old gray mare having to remain in camp to rest and sleep. When the gong sounded for supper, about an hour before sunset, the herd was in plain view from camp, and not over half a mile away, so the herder galloped in to his supper, leaving them unguarded until the night herder should go out and take them. As we were in the Apache country

hundred shaved tails flew upward, and J the ground quivered beneath the | pounding of twelve hundred hoofs a a i the mules dashed away after their leader. Soon they overtook her, and, ranging themselves behind and at her j sides, bore down in solid phalanx upon j the Apaches, racing along as though j for their lives. i

i Oh. what a howl of delight went up from the men when they saw through j Kid’s design! The Apaches heard it f and, looking behind them, saw their ( peril. As one man they halted snd i fired into the mules, then scattered on 1 the run, the greater number making < for the mountains, the others s'ill holding their course toward Bill —his j , scalp was too great a prize to be lightly , given up. Stretched out flat on the old gray’s back, Kid rode straight for i these, and. presently they dropped ] I their rifles and ran for their lives, but , i it was too late. One after another they | ; disappeared in a mass of switching I tails and flashing heels, to go down 1 under the herd, trampled and crushed into bloody pulp of flesh and bone.

, When the last of them had fallen Kid reined in and, getting off his horse, started staggering toward Bill, but before going far he fell limply to the ground. We saw this while running across the valley, for the moment we und rstood what Kid was doing every man in camp started at the top of his speed for Bill. Those of us that went to where Kid lay found him insensible and i bleeding profusely from a ragged tear i where an Apache bullet had ploughed i through his shoulder. Quickly I took | him in my arms, and tearing open his I shirt to better see the wound X made a startling discovery—Kid was a woman. Bill soon recovered sufficiently to ride the old gray back to camp, but we had to carry Kid, and never was babe

held with tendeser care by a mother. When she regained consciousness she sent away all but the “boss” and me, and told us all about herself. Her ■ right name was Luisa Montcz. She was born and reared on a ranch back in the mountains, where the Apaches had killed her parents. Without friends or relatives, compelled to earn her own living in a land where women are not supposed to do anything of the

kind, she wandered up to Paso del ; Norte, and was almost starved when , i it occurred to her to pass herself off as ' | a man, and she was given a job in our j , outfit. . | When we left her Bill went in and had a long walk. What passed between ! them we never knew, but he immedi1 ately took charge of her and; as carefully as a woman could have done, I nursed her until she was sound and ! well again; and the next thing anybody knew she took him. unresisting, back to civilization and married him. Ten years afterward I ran across Bill in Santa Fe, and he was a changed man. His overbearing manner was gone, leaving in its place the very spirit of meekness, and he was prosperous, owning a small grading outfit of his own. Kid and the children were well and happy, he told me.—The Arg- | onaut.

“Hoodoo” Flower. ] There are many superstitious fanf cies about the lilac. It is the flower j which is fatal to love affairs. t J Though the scent is so sweet and g lilac tints are so fresh and becoming, r country girls rarely wear this flower , as a buttonhole. "She who wears ' j lilac will never wear a wedding ring," , | runs an old proverb. A boutonniere | j of lilac is paid for dearly by solitary t spinsterhood. The village maiden lets . the lilac bush severely alone. For the same reason rustic wise i women —with marriageable daughters ■ —never allow a jug of the sweetsmelling blossom Inside the house They decorate the outside window sill i with it But “there’s no love luck about the house” which contains lilac.

BITS OF FUN. "One day,” said Mr. Depew, "I met a soldier who had been wounded in the face. He was a Union man, and I asked him in whch battle he had been injured." "In the last battle of Bull Run, sir.” he replied. "But how could yon get hit In the face at Bull Run?” I asked. "Well, sir,” said the man. half apologetically, ‘‘fater I had run a mile or two, I got careless and looked back.—Youth’s Companion.

An Avenging Rescue,

In these good old days when the Apache was yet lord of the Mexican Sierra Madre, I was commissary clerk in a grading outfit that was engaged in building a railroad in the State of Chihuahua. While this place was one that gave me constant opportunity for the study of mulishness, there having b ea three hundred mules in the outfit, it was not one calculated to make me familiar with feminine nature, a grader’s camp being no place for a woman; n vertheiess, it was while so employed that my personal observation brought me to the conclusion that there is no creature more whimsical than a woman, unless it be a mule. Chihuahua was a wild bit of country in those days, an uninhabited desert, of bare mountains and hills, and waterless valleys and plains for the greater part; as for that matter, it is still so, but the Apaches are not there now, and Apaches are—well, there is

nothing with which to compare an , 1 Apache, unless to the devil, of whose characteristics 1 have only a hea'rsay knowledge. The mules of the outfit were plain, everyday mules, sometimes sensible and tractable, at other times foolish and stubborn, but energetic kickers al■nr n itp TW r,l t* Inn r „ r. f a*. r,#

ways. Their leader was not one of their own number as one would naturally expect, but an old gray mare with a vicious temper—who hated them with all her heart, and who was continually fighting them, ever keeping them well beyond the reach of her heels and teeth —and they reverenced her. if mules caa be said to reverence anything, never j offering to return her kicks and bites, 1 and they would have followed her into ! the very jaws of death. And because * of this leadership the old gray was as-; signed as mount to the man who took the herd out every night to pasture, for with her under control of an experienced man there was little danger of the mules being siampeded and run . oft by the Apaches.

With a few exceptions, the men of the outfit were in keeping with their surroundings. Wild, rough fellows, whoso only law was the dictate of the six-shooter held persuasively at "the drop,” and the few orders issued by the "boss” of the outfit Of these, none was wilder or rougher than one who was named "Bill” Smith. Physically he was a giant, and he was an Ideal laborer, but morally he was a weakling. and his great strength in connection with extraordinary quickness in drawing his gun, giving him unlimited confidence in himself, at the same time inspiring his comrades with fear of him he became the bully of the camp, though he was not the coward that most bullies are. Among the few who were not of Bill’s class was a young Mexican, whose name appeared on the books as "Kid Cook,” this nickname having come of his position as cook’s assistant .and his smooth, beardless face. He was a quiet fellow cf about nineteen years, given to blushing when rudely spoken to, and was as shy and timid as a girl; naturally he associated very little with the- other men, and disliking him because of this, they bullied him continually.

Part of Kid’s duty was to help serve cl table, and one day, while filling Bill's cup with coffee, some ouc struck his arm, and some of the hot fluid fell on the bully’s hand. With a bellow of rage.. Bill spraflg to his feet, and, with n sweeping blow, sent Kid staggering down into a corner of the tent, where he stood over him with drawn revolver j threatening to kill him in a dozen dif- j ferent ways if be should so much as i bat his eye. Kobody offered to Inter- j venc, for all knew that, if left alone ' Bill would do the boy no further harm | but it interfered with might shoot him in a spirit of savage wilfulness, and | that, as he used his gun promiscuously when once started, somebody else would get hurt. Kid wisely made nc protest, but lay still and quiet, covering bis flaming face with his hands and, after a while, Bill put up his £un and went back to the table. Anybody but a bully would have let that end the incident, but Bill seemed unable to forget his scalded hand and never tired of badgering the timid cook. Kid avoided him as much ai but could not escape him ai meal times, when would pour Item hint a perfect torrent of abuse. Watching Kid at these times I woo’d see that

it was a very foolish thing for him to do. He had scarcely unsaddled his horse and gone into the grub tent, when shrill yells and whoops, mingled with the thunder of pounding hoofs coming from the valley, brought every man running out. Watching their opportunity from their lurking places in the mountains, a band of half naked Apaches had slipped into the herd, and running about among the mules, lashing and striking, were trying to stampede them. They would have succeeded, mules being mortally afraid of Indians, but that the night herder, preparing to go on duty, had brought the old gray mare to the grub tent to wait while he ate his supper, where she stood in plain sight from the valley. The mules were running away southward when the leading ones spied her, and, making a wide detour to avoid the Apaches who were following as fast a? their legs could carry them, the entire herd came galloping in. Yelling with rage and disappointment, the Apaches turned to go back to the mountains, when a white man rode out from the rocks before them, and started across the valley toward camp. By his horse, which we recognized, we knew him to be Bill Smith. The Apaches opened fire the moment they saw him, and, changing his course so as to avoid them, he a? promptly spurred his horse into a gallop, and we thought he had got safely out of range, when the animal suddenly went down, falling on Bill, stunning, and pinning him to the ground. Instantly a yell of exultation went Up from the Apaches, and they dashed toward him, racing with one another for his scalp. While the men occasionally killed one of their number themselves, it was quite another thing tc see one butchered by the Apaches; and they groaned with horror, for they could do nothing liut stand idly look-

ing on. Kid had run ont of his tent with ths others, and was standing near m; when Bill went down. In the excitement of that moment I lost sight of him, and when I saw him again he had leaped astride the old gray mars and, digging his heels in her flanks, started a furlons gallop toward the Apaches. At this another groan went up, for it seemed that the hoy was only riding to his death. A moment later we saw three hundred pairs of long ears cocked toward the old gray, three

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than 3,000 persons at the fair grounds here the other day when the parachute with which they both leaped from a height of 2.000 feet failed to open. The plunge followed a terrific struggle In the air. In which Petty finally succeeded In freeing Rowland from the mass of ropes In which he. was caught. Women among the specta-

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Clerical Tourist—Do many people worship at your little church? Villager—Mighty few. Most of the men fall asleep an’ the women spends their time lookin’ at each other’s clothes.—Brooklyn Life.

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; who was standing too close, got his foot entangled in the ropes. Rowland's feet were jerked from under him and he was carried up head downward. Another spectator caught hold of him and attempted to pull him clear of the ropes, but ho also was carried up and let go when about tea feet above ground. Gradually Rowland was able to climb upward on the ropes until he was in an upright position. His foot was still caught in the ropes, and Petty. climbing down hand over hand, succeeded in freeing him. Then the aeronaut by a terrific effort reached the bar again with Rowland clinging t&. him. T!y this time the balloon was 1.500 feet In the air. and when the throng of spectators saw both men safek. on the bar cheer after cheer rang out. The next instant beth men leaped free of the rigging, clinging to the I parachute. The latter failed to open and both were dashed to the ground with terrific speed.

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