The Syracuse Journal, Volume 6, Number 4, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 22 May 1913 — Page 7

CALL DHHE WILD Miners of Imperial City, Alaska, Hoodwinked by a Woman. BY ALFRED POWELL When a bad man got into a camp of peaceful mining folk we used to put him on a tree. That was ten years or so back, when Alaska territory was in the heyday of its youth. We don’t do • that any more; we’ve got to be civilized. We give him a jury trial, and if he’s found guilty we give him an hour’s grace and send him down the road. After that he’s outlawed. If he shows his face in our midst again anybody can shoot him. Mostly he doesn’t show it, Hhe new way’s more humane than the old, and just as useful, especially in winter, when the mercury gets scared and tries to burst the bottom bf the bulb. Now there’s all sorts of bad men. The bad man that you read about is mostly a yarn. Frank Porter Mr. , Francis Porter —wasn’t , f that sort of man. He was a quiet, gentle, softspoken young chap who kept a good deal to himself. When our piles of gold dust began to get thinner and thinner we’d swear a good deal, but nobody ever thought of suspecting Porter, till he was caught red-handed, coming out of Bill Jones’ hut with half « hatful. The men were so mad they wanted to hang him, but in the end justice prevailed. He was tried and found guilty. We left hinr his clothes and gave him one hour to get out of Imperial City. The mercury was standing at 29 below. Crouching, I’d call It. , Frank heard the call of the wild and disappeared. It was twenty-three miles and a little over to President, and he couldn’t have made it. Nobody could. However, we didn’t want to kill the lad—just to scare him into better manners than taking an honest man’s dust. So Bill Jones, pretending that it was a secret between them, took a private message from him to the telegi'aph office to a friend in Ordinary, fifteen miles back of Imperial City, to come along on the next coach and bring him some grub. The coach would be due that same afternoon that Francis set out on his travels, and would probably overtake him by ten in the evening. Beyond a bad scare Mr. Porter wouldn’t come to any harm. All of us knew this and we were mighty glad, because we didn’t want the young fellow’s death on our conscience. But when the coach rolled in there wasn’t a man but forgot clean about young Porter, and stood about the coach, gaping like a whale out of its element. There was a woman aboard —and more than a woman, a young woman. No, a young lady, I mean. The recollection of her confuses me even nouj, You see, none of us men had seen sort of woman, beyond an Indian squaw, for nearly a year. She had the sweetest blue eyes and I Bossy, flaxen hair, just the sort you ■ see back east and never notice because you can see It whenever you want to. “Is there any hotel here where I can stay for the night?” she asked, looking at us timid-like. We scratched our heads. “There’s Hank Meany’s,” I said. “He accommodates the passengers who stop over. Mostly, though, when they sees Hank’s place they decides not to stop oyer. It’s clean and decent, miss, but not fit for the likes of you/’ “I think it will do for me,” she says, smiling, and when the stage driver sees for sure that she ain’t coming on with him he scowls at us and touches up the horses and drives away. Nobody looked at him and nobody asked 1 him to have anything. “You see, gentlemen,” she sayh in a gentle voice, and looking down at the toe of her shoe, “you see, I’ve come here to be married. Does any of you gentlemen know Mr. Porter? Mr. Francis Porter, I mean. We were engaged in San Francisco and I was to come up to Sitka to meet him. But when I got to Sitka I thought I might as well come all the way and give him a surprise.”. It was we got the surprise. Francis must have been, as we reckoned, some twelve miles down the trail, if he had any grit in him. More likely, though, he was just hanging round and waiting for the coach to come along. Nobody knew what to say. I scratched my head and I saw Bill Jones scratch his. Then somebody spoke up. "Mr. Porter left us this afternoon,” he said. “There was a little misunderstanding, miss, and we thought it better to part company. He—he—” “What do you mean?” exclaimed the girl, turning on him and looking daggers out of her blue eyes. "Why should there he any misunderstanding ?” * Then Bill Jones, seeing that we’d got into a bad place, got us into a ■worse one. “The fact is. miss,” he said, “we had a serious quarrel this afternoon. Some •of us had a grudge against Mr. Porter and we asked him to leave. That’s all. I guess the coach will pick him up.” “You turned my poor boy out into 8 this bitter weather?” she cried. “You turned him out of your camp, you rough, unkind men, because he was not your sort. Is that what you mean?” “We can get him again,” volunteered Bill Jones. “But you see, miss, tnere was serious charges against him and the boys wouldn’t stand for him. He—” “Mr. Francis Porter,” she flashed out haughtily, “is a gentleman and incapable of an unkind word or thought. And you’ve turned him out to freeze. He won’t wait for the coach; he’ll just alt in the woods until he freezes. I know his spirit Perhaps he’s freezing now.” She took out a little scented handkerchief and began sobbing as if her heart would break. We didn’t know what to do. Some of us began moving away. “Is there a single man among you lot of cowards?” she cried, raising her face, all white with anger. “Is there a single man here that will ride off into the woods and bring him back again?” » “Yes, I’ll go, miss,” said Bill Jomml

“i’ll go,” said another. As for me, I had already gone to saddle my pony. To cut it short, there wasn’t a man in Imperial City that didn’t go. In five or six miihites every man jack of us was saddled and bridled and giving the others orders about spreading out along the trail and bringing him back. The girl watched us ride off. “You must get him,” she cried. “He’s •worth so much to me—O, more than you can possibly understand.” “I’ll bring him back or bust, miss,” said Bill Jones. “I can’t say more than that.” We hadn’t got out of sight of Imperial City before we began wrangling among ourselves as to who was to blame for driving the poor young fellow out into the cold.. Each of us tried to put it on the others, but finally we compromised by agreeing to put it on Bill Jones. He must have had some grit in him after all, for he had covered quite a good deai of ground. We followed his steps for something like ten miles, and then they stopped. The coach had stopped here too, for there was a good deal of shuffling tracks of horse hoofs in the snow. There weren’t any more tracks so we all agreed that Mr. Porter had got aboard. Then we began arguing again. Some wanted to ride back and tell the young lady, but others didn’t much fancy facing her without Mr. Porter on hand. So we agreed that it would be best to ride on after the coach and bring him back. Well, sir, that coach seemed to be driven by the devil, judging from the pace it made. We didn’t catch up to it till nearly daylight just outside President, and by that time we were pretty; near frozen, and out; horses too. And when we did make it pull up there sat! Mr. Porter asleep inside. Come back? Not he. He cursed us’ when we appealed to his better na-, ture, said he didn’t give a hang for the' young lady and he wasn’t going to be’ led into any trap by a pack of bloodthirsty ruffians, who only wanted to get him back and take his life. The coach was full of mining men and they mostly agreed that Francis had the law onj his side. So we put in at President for a rest and then, having fed our horses and ourselves, we set back along the trail to Imperial City again; We got back toward evening. It hadn’t occurred to us to inquire how: the young woman was going to pass the night. We supposed that she’d go to Hank Meany’s house. Then we be? gan to count noses and we found that Hank Meany was among us and Im? perial City was left uninhabited. “1 guess a girl like that has sense enough to make herself at home,” said Hank Meany. “I’ll lay a pound of dust to a half pound she ll be at the hotel.” We had to take him up on it. Bets were laid among all of us. We made a sweepstakes and the man whose home she had honored was to get something like nine thousand dollars in dust. We hurried along then and rode into Imperial City with a whoop and a yell. We rode up to Hank’s hotel. There wasn’t any young lady there, nor any signs of her. She wasn’t in Bill Jones* hut nor mine nor anybody’s. At last; we came to the conclusion that she. wasn’t anywhere in Imperial City. “She wandered out into the cold to die,” stammered Bill Jones, and began crying. • “Well, we’ve got to find her,” I said. “Be a man. Bill. Come along, boys.” There weren’t any tracks of shoes, but a horse seemed to have been hit-, ting the trail pretty hard back toward Ordinary, for its hoofs had flung up the snow in all directions, and the tracks ran on and on until, after we’d gone three hundred yards, Bill rained in his mare. “That’s my old piebald, by thunder!” he yelled. “Look at them nicks in tha ice from that hind shoe of hers.” We looked at one another, but nooody dared say what he was thinking of. However, Bill’s piebald was the best horse in Imperial City and there wasn’t another would catch up with her this side of Ordinary. Bill Jones rode like mad to his hub and disappeared inside. Presently he came running out, white as a miller from head to foot. “Look!” he yelled, waving a little bag, which ehot out flour all over him. We didn’t wait to answer him, but! hurried to our own huts. Mine was all topsy turvy. You see, I keep my dust in a hole in the ground and it’s a little difficult to come at. But she’d found it and filled it up with flour all right. The whole place looked like the inside of a mill. There was a little note on the table. I unfolded it with shaking fingers. “Many thanks to you, you dear, good men, for taking such trouble to find Frank,” it ran. “I shall never forget you as long as 1 have anything left to remember you by You are worth your weight in gold, so as I couldn’t take you I have taken the gold. “IMOGENE.” As I said, in the old days we used to put them on trees. Bill Jones says he hopes those days will come again. But there he’s prejudiced because Imperial City is very much down on him. (Copyright. 1913. by W. G. Chapman.) Discouraged Fireflies. During a pause of a brilliant display of fireworks on of the circle of friends commented upon the conspicuous absence of the innumerable fireflies that had been noticed several evenings previously. The query as to what had become of them all was promptly answered by nfy tiny boy of five summers, who remarked: “I guess they must be discouraged.”—Chicago Tribune. Inspiration. Wherever man has done well in the arts, the vision of some inspiring woman is behind his work. . * . famous and lovely women, long dead, whose kisses are imperishable in tone or pigment or tale; women who called to themselves for a little space the big-souled men of their time, and sent them away illustrious.—Will Levington Comfort And He Sat and Thought. Youth —“Oh, everything bores one nowadays. Worst of it is, when I’m bored, I can’t help showing It.” Lady —“Oh, but you should learn to disguise it under a mask of gayety, like me ” —Punch

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Mr. William A. Radford will answer questions and give advice FREE OF COST* on all subjects to the subject of building, for the readers of this paper. On account of his wide experience as Editor, Author and Manufacturer, he is, without doubt, the highest authority on all these subjects. Address all Inquiries to William A. Radford. No. 178 West Jackson boulevard, Chicago, 111., and only enclose two-cent stamp for reply. There is more solid comfort in a house that is “just big enough, and no more,” than there is in the most elaborate mansion which is far beyond the requirements of its occupants. In all house planning, economy is the part of wisdom; and the size of a man’s house is sometimes an indication of his good or poor judgment. For a young couple starting out in life, or for an older couple for whom the flight of years has called their children away to other homes of their own, a five room cottage like the one here illustrated is “plenty big enough.” It costs little to build and keep up, and the daily housework is not over-heavy. A five-room cottage, however, that is convenient and that looks neat and comfortable, is not easily planned. There are many difficulties in the way of laying out living rooms and bedrooms on one floor. Cottage house plans have brought gray hairs to the heads of many architects, and a good deal of comfort to the owners after they are built and paid for. Formerly families were not so hard to please as they are at the present time. In fact, a hundred years ago the most fastidious and exclusive of our forefathers thought they were quite comfortable in a log cottage having two rooms and a loft. The front room answered for parlor, sitting-room, bedroom and general living room; while the kitchen did service for general work, comprising cooking and washing, as well as storage for wood, vegetables and many other things. A little round-bottom table in one corner did service for a dining tabla

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This tame otten was made by splitting a log in the middle and inserting lengths cut from saplings for legs in the rounded side. Since the “good old times,” however, cottage houses have passed through a wonderful evolution. A little improvement can be traced through each generation, until the present plans offer almost as much comfort and privacy as a two-story house. Our grandfathers had an open fireplace; and it has pleased the present generation to retain this idea, although in a greatly modified form. We haven’t so much room to spend on brickwork; nor do we need such a wide opening, because we do not cook in the fireplace any more, and we have no logs or cordI 0/AV/AA7 TTOOAf “ BED noo/*i. ■» VSS 14 I <7l I >OB >| I A9&A/4O wood sticks to get rid of; so we build a little “dinky” affair that looks nice, and, if we are lucky enough to have a draft sufficient to draw the smoke up the chimney, we can maintain a handful of red coals for companionship while we heat the house with a furnace. There are a great many small families that may be accommodated in a house of this size. They do not need any more room; they don’t care to go to the expense of furnishing a fullsized house; and they don’t want the work and trouble of keeping it up. Small families are suitable subjects

Remark Attributed to Many. If Messrs. Wesley, Bunyan, Baxter. Newton or any one of them said: "There, but for the grace of God, goes . . . *’ they must each plead guilty to plagiarism if the “Dictionary of National Biography” be deemed an authority. It attributes the remark to John Bradford, who was born at Manchester, England, about 1510; was chaplain to Edward VI., and was in Mary’s reign condemned to the flames and suffered at Smithfield July 1,1555. The authority cited says that Brad-

for sympathy, because they look lonesome; but they do look a great deal more comfortable in a neat little cottage house than when they undertake to scatter themselves through the different rooms of a more pretentious habitation. Lots of men and -women fool selves by building a house several times larger than they really need. They do it out of pride. They want an opportunity to show off, and they generally get disappointed. They can exploit themselves all right enough; but where they “get off” is in the satisfaction of lording it over their less prosperous but more sensible neighbors. It is a sort of bully business in which the aggressive party usually feels a boomerang effect. The thing hits back. “Man needs but little here below, nor needs that little long,” but a man’s needs and his wants are two very different propositions. This little cottage is 33 feet wide and 46 feet 6 inches long, with the porches extra. The wall is laid up to a good height above ground. You have a much more comfortable feeling in a cottage if it is well set up; in fact, the bottom of the windows should be higher than a man’s head; then you feel as though you might leave the window open without seeing some investigating tramp crawl in when you are not looking. It is much easier to improve the outside appearance of a cottage house than any other style of habitation. A cottage lends itself to a decorative Scheme in a very easy manner. It may be surrounded with vines, trees, flowers or shrubbery in almost any kind of profusion, and look well every time. This is no reason, however, for planting the grounds in a promiscuous manner. It is easy enough to lay out a plan and work to it. There should be an expanse of lawn either in front or at the side that is entirely free of flowers or shrubbery.

Nothing bjit nicely mown grass hae° any business in the main lawn. There may be borders of plants and borders of flowers next to the house and along the fences. There may be fruit bushes and fruit trees, if the lot is big enough—the more the better until they crowd one another; but there should be system in it all. On a large towq or village lot a great deal of fruit anfl vegetables can be grown in the back garden. It helps the general appearance c| the home to have the fruit or vege, table garden definitely marked off bjl a low hedge. The hedge may be per* manent, or it may be of annual plants, flowering shrubs, or such flowers the salvia, dahlia, chrysanthemum, etc! A screen covered with climbing cucumber (the greenhouse sort), scarle| runners, sweet peas, morning glories, moon flowers, etc., is useful in some places, and pretty, too. When people get interested in growing vines, shrubs and flowers they find a great many varieties suitable for one place or another in the garden, in such away as to conform readily to a gem eral plan. A little house like this, finished up in such a complete manner, shows comfort; and it feels just as good as it looks. Tolstoy’s Last Wishes. The last wishes of Count Tolstoy re* garding his estate have finally, owing to the devotion of his daughter, the Countess Alexandra, been complied with. Three-fourths of the estate of Jasnoia has been legally settled on the peasants who occupied the land, the! other fourth, with the dwelling house and the tomb of the renowned author; remaing in possession of the family. The mother and brother of this daughter opposed the alienation of the property, but the Countess Alexandra paid, them 400,000 rubles which she ret ceived from the sale of her rights of authorship and thus becamq owner of the land which she gave over to the peasants. Time to Surrender. Wife—Do you mean to tell me you lost $2 at cards? Husband —I don’t mean to tell you, but I may as well —you’ll find out anyway.

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