The Syracuse and Lake Wawasee Journal, Volume 14, Number 43, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 23 February 1922 — Page 2

The Girl, a Horse Qfin O I lOO* FRANCISLYNDE ■ II Copyright by Ch*rl«* Scribner's 8on»

“I’LL GET YOUl” Synonsis. - Under his grandwill, Stanford Broughton society idler, finds his share of the estate, valued at something liM J440.0W, lies in- a ‘‘safe repository, latitude and longitude described, and that is all. It may be identified by the presence nearby ot a brown-haired, blue-eyed girl, a piebald horse, and a dog with a split face, half black and half white. Stanford at first regards the bequest as a joke, but after consideration sets out to find his legacy. On his way to Denver Stanford hears from a fellow traveler, Charles Bullerton, a mining engineer, a story having to do with a flooded mine. He has a “hunch this mine is the “safe repository of the will. Bullerton refuses him Information. On the station platform at Atropia, just as the train prills out, Stanford sees what appear to be the Identical horse and dog described in his grandfather’s will. Impressed, he' leaves the train at the. next stop, Angels. Unable to secure a conveyance, Broughton seizes a track-inspection car and escapes, leaving the impression on the town marshal, Beasley, that he is demented. Pursued, he abandons. the car, which is wrecked, and escapes on foot. In the darkness he is overtaken by the girl, the horse and the dog. After he explains his presence, she invites him to her home, at the Old Cinnabar mine. Broughton’s hosts are Hiram Twomhly, caretaker of the mine, and his daughter Jeanie. Stanford does not reveal his identity. Hiram and Stanford go puttering about the mine. Stanford gets Interested in the work and falls in love with Jeante,’ who saves his life. Bullerton shows up at the mine. He offers $50,000 for the Cinnabar. Stanford says “No.” Bullerton makes threats. Somebody throws a monkey-wrench into-'the pumping machinery. Jeanie disappears. So does the deed of the Cinnabar. Stanford does up Bullerton in a go-as-you-please- scrap. Bullerton says he and Jeanie went away to get married and site disappeared. j

CHAPTER Xlll.—Continued. I passed through the cabin to the Out-kitchen and while I was kindling • a fire in the stove I saw Daddy with an armful of hay and a peck measure of oats, tolling the little horse down the path back to the cabin to disappear with it in the direction of the gulch where the abandoned “Little Jeanie’* claim lay. I had the coffee made and the bacon fried by the time he got back, and after we had eaten he blossomed out in an entirely new role—-that of commander in chief. “This is movin’ day, Stannfe,” he announced briefly. “If you’ll dig up all the chuck and canned stuff you can find and tote it over to the shafthouse, I’ll fetch the blankets and the cookin’ tins.” 1 obeyed blindly, and entirely without prejudice to a lively curiosity as to what this new move might mean. "While I was emptying the kitchen and pantry the old man unearthed another rifle from the closet under the loft ladder, and with it a box of ammunition; ail'd C observed that this secontT gttß| like the he had carried on our pilgrimage of the night, looked as If it had been freshly oiled and rubbed HP every day since jt hud left the factory. have a lot of talking to do presently,” I warned him. “You seem to forget {hat you haven’t yet told me what’s biting you.” therefdn’t nothin’ bitin’ me' mayliel’m just get fib’ sort o’ old and skeery. But thjs-aiway, Stannie, son: Ever since your gran’paw gave me tlds licre watebin.’ job, and' Since I heard tell how them' Cripple Creek short-card artists socked' it to him on this Cinnabar deal, I been- lookin’ for trouble. I hain’t been easy about them Cripple Creek holdups nary a day since your gran’paw told me to stay here and hold the fort for him.” “Y6u thought perhaps the original owners might try to grab the property by force?” Daddy looked up at me from under his bushy eyebrows. “ Tears to me like you’ve got a mighty short memory, some way, Stannie. Have you done forgot that bunch o’ huskies we saw campin’ out in Antelope gulch as we come along by t tie re at daybreak this mornin’? I didn’t like the looks o’ that camp much at the Ume; and I liked it a whole lot less after we got here and found Charley Bullerton’ sunnin’ himself on the doorstep. Made me sort o’ perk up my ears.” “But, see here, Daddy,” I thrust in, “if he’s got my deed, or has destroyed it, why—” “Why, he has as good a right to the Cinnabar as the next one that comes along, is what you’re goin’ to say. I ain’t disputin’ you for a minute. But afore he can have it, lie’s got to take it, hain’t lie? And we’ve got two mighty good JiT pieces of artillery that says lie’s goin’ to have one joyful old time a-takin’ it; that is, if you’re of the same mind that I am.” By Jove! I vyanted to put my arms around the old Spartan and hug him! As I’ve said, there were ten or a dozen men in that bunch we’d seen in the gulch, and he was calmly proposing to stand up to them, as confidently as if it were all in the day’s work. “I get you now, Daddy,” I said, ’’and If there’s a fight coming to us. your mind is mine. We’ll give them the best we’ve got.” I thought the two. old-fashioned guns and Jeanie’s pistol promised a poor chance for an effective defense; but Daddy Hiram proceeded to show me that we had at least one other resource. In the mine stores left behind by tiie former opiating company were two boxes of sixty-per-cent dynamite, with fuse and caps, and Daddy pointed

out that there were good possibilities wrapped up in the greasy brown-paper cartridges if the enemy should come close enough to let us use them. “I believe you had tills all doped out in advance, Daddy,” I said, when he had a neat little row of the cartridges laid out on the floor. “But surely you didn’t expect to hold out alone if those sharks sent a crowd of ‘jumpers’ in to run you off?” “Me and Jeanie,” he said simply. “We’d ’a’ done our level best; and the angels couldn’t do no more than that.” Here, unless the old man was sadly mistaken in his daughter, was another and wholly unsuspeeter side of the blueeyed maiden displayed for me. I tried to Imagine Lisette helping her father, or me, or any lone man, to defend a beleaguered mine against an armed attack. It was so funny that I shouted. “Do you mean to say that Jeanie would shut herself up in here and load the guns for you against a mob of mine Jumpers?” He looked up with a prideful sparkle in his mild blue eyes. “You don’t half know that little girl o’ mine, yet, Stannie, son,” he said earnestly. And then: “She’s the only boy I ever had, you see; and she hain’t hud any mother since she can remember. Maybe I hadn’t ort to taught her to ride hawsses and shoot, and them things; but it seemed like I hud to.” “You haven’t made her one iota less womanly—or lovable,” I hastened to say. Then I blurted out the thing that had been weighing on me ever since we had found Bullerton loafing on the

Daddy and I Were Eating When We Saw the Army Coming. doorstep: “Do you suppose they could —is there any' way they could have been married Daddy?” u Uh-h'Qin I reckon there was. They might gone' ofi doyen to Angels v sphere’s a Justice o’ the peaetT 4o'vtt there.” It still lacked a full hour of no«?n whefi we got our preparations made' and were ready to stand a siege. Then we waited, and waited some more; and after a while I began to grin. What if we had stampeded ourselves needlessly? After all, the men we had seen in' the deep gulch might really have bee^Jramps, and not a Bullerton army. Would the mining engineer, unprincipled as lie doubtless was, go to the length of trying ,to dispossess us by force? The more I thought of it, the more unlikely it seemed. “I guess maybe we jvere scared of a shadow, after all, Daddy,” I said. “Bullerton has had time 1 enough to bring up his army, if he has one.” “I ain’t countin’ much on his backin’ down,” was the drawling rejoinder. “Ye see, I know Charley Bullerton of old; keen knowin’ him ever since he first bu’sted into the minin’ game. That was over in the Sagauche. He’s an all-’round cuss, but he’s a stayer. Besides, you roughed him up sort o’ hurtful this mornin’, and lie’s got that to make him spitey. We’ll be hearin’ from him as soon ns he gets things yanked ’round into shape to suit him.” Still, as time passed and nothing happened, It looked less and less likely that we were going to have to fight for our holding ground. I don’t know to this good day what made Bullerton so slow in bringing up his army, but it was high noon, and Daddy and I were eating a cold luncheon, with the shaft-house door-sill for a seat, when we-saw the army coming. It was a straggling gang of perhaps a dozen men; we couldn’t count them accurately because the road on the bench wound in and out among the trees. They came up within easy rifle shot and pitched their camp, if, you could 1 call it that, in a little glade. At that distance w# could see that thejwjyere armed, but, of course, we couldn’t tell what kind of guns they had. After they had taken possession of the small 1 open space, two of them set to work to build a cooking fire. < At the halt in the glade one of the party—Bullerton, we guessed it was—broke a branch from a pine, stripped the twigs from it, and made it a flagstaff for his white Underbids flag of truce he and two of his men came on, leaving their guns be- 1 hind. There was a climb of about thirty feet, maybe, coming up from the bench to the ledge upon which the mi,ne'buildings stood, so we got a fairly good look at the peace party, before it came within talking distance. Bullerton still had a slight touch of the wry-neck, and the devil-may-care. Jauntiness which had been his chief i

characteristic as a guest of the Twomblys had been wiped from his face and manner like a picture from a blackboard. As the three of them topped the rise in the ore road 1 reached behind me and got one'of the Winchesters. “That’s near enough!’” I called out. “Do your talking from there, If you’ve anything to say.” * The delegation halted and Bullerton took a paper from his pocket. • “I’m serving legal notice upon you, Broughton ” he said, waving the paper at me, “and I have two witnesses here, as the law requires. I represent the Cinnabar Mining company of Cripple Creek. You are trespassing on our property and I am making a formal demand for possession.” “So that’s the new wrinkle, is I laughed. “I was hoping you might spring something a little more original. How are you going to prove ownership?” “The burden of proof isn’t on us; it’s on you!” he. ripped out. “You haven’t a shadow of claim to this mine. I’ve got your so-called deed light here” —and he shook, that at us. “It’s a forgery; a clumsy, childish forgery that wouldn’t impose upon a blind man! We can send you to the pile on the strength of it if we want to!” Since lie had stolen the deed out of my pocket, I thought, of course, that he was just bluffing about its being a forgery. He must have known perfectly well that it wasn’t. But Daddy was whispering in my ear as he sat behind me. Something like this: “Gosh-all-Friday, Stannie, he’s got you goin’! lie’s made a copy o’ the deed and t browed the ’riginal away—burnt it up, T somethin’!” “You have it all your own way, Bullerton —or you think you have,” i told him; and If I didn’t get all of the selfconfidence into the words that I tried to, 1 am persuaded that he didn’t know the difference. “I might even concede that you have everything but the mine itself. If you want that, you may come and take it; but you’ll permit me to say that when you break into this shaft-house there will be fewer people alive on Cinnabar mountain than there are at the present moment. I shall quite possibly be one of the dead ones, but before I go out I shall do my best to make you another.” “All right,” he snapped back; “you’re speaking for yourself, apd that’s your privilege. But how about you, Twombly? This is no quarrel of yours. Suppose you go over yonder to your cabin and stay out of the fight. Nobody wants to hurt you.” That put it pretty squarely up to me, too, so I turned to the old man at my side. “It’s good advice, Daddy,” I said; “and this isn’t your quarrel. You’d better duck while you can.”

J>addy Hiram made no reply at all 1 to me; ditTi/f pay attention to me. Instead, he stood uja on tiie door-sflj, I and shook his fist at IR^liertonr t° r you and your' kind of a crowd for a year back, Charley Bullerton, and drawin’ pay f<yr doin’ it!” he shrilled. “Stannie, here, says if you want this mine you catt come and take it, and, by gumiftTeSi I say them same - wordg!” {A.II right,”’ |Uid fiullertoil again,. “BuT J£s only fair? 6 S&f that we outnumber yfttJ *dx to’ pne, Mid we’ve got the law, and a few defiufy |hOfiflfs, on our side. You two haven't fig much show as a cat in hell without claws, and when the circus is over, you*. l botli go to jail, if there’s enough left of you to stand the trip.” Then, as he was turning to go he flipped the deed into the air so thin it fell at our feet. “You may have®hat,” he sneered. “We’d like nothing better than to have you produce it in court.” It didn’t seem just fitting to let him have the last word, so I pitched a small ultimatum of my own after him as he herded his two scoundrelly looking “witnesses” into the downward

road. “One thijng more, Bullerton.” I called ont. “Your flag of truce holds only until you &et back to your army. If you or any of your men are in sight of Cinnabar property ten minutes after you reach your camp, we open fire.” Since the truce was thus definitely ended, we retired into our fortress and put up the bars. As we were closing the doors and making everything snug I asked Daddy what kind of human timber Bullerton was likely to have in his army, and if there were any chance that his boast about having deputy sheriffs in the crowd was to be taken at its face value. “There’s nothin’ to the deputy brag. Ike Beasley is the chief deputy for this end o’ the county, and he’d be here himself if that was a posse cpmmytaters down yonder. As for what he has got, there’s no tellin’. Most likely he’s picked up a fistful o’ toughs and out-o’-works down in Angels. There’s always plenty o’ drift o’ that kind hangin’ ’round a minin’ camp.” “Fighters?” I queried. “Oh, yes; I reckon fightin’ comes easier than workin’.” With the doors shut and barred I climbed up on our breastwork to bring my eyes on a level with one of the high window holes. The ten-minute ultimatum interval had come to an end, but the raiders were making no move to vacate the premises. Oh the contrary, their cooking fire was now burning briskly and they were apparently making leisurely preparations to eat. It fairly made me schoolboy furious to see those fellows calmly getting their noon meal ready and ignoring my warning. "Hand me up one of those dynamite cartridges!” I barked at Daddy Hiram ;-and when he complied, I lighted a match and stack It to the split end

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of the fuse. There was a fizz, a cloud of acrid smoke to make me turn my face away and cough, and then a frenzied yell from the old man. “Throw it — good-gosh-to-Friday — throw it!” I contrived to get It out through the window opening in somo way, and lost my balance on the earttf bags doing it, tumbling awkwardly "Into Daddy’s arms as I fell. Coincident with the tumble, the stout old shaft-house rocked to the crash of an explosion that was still echoing from the cliffs of the mountain above when the sour fumes of the dynamite rose to float in at the window holes. “G-good gizzards!’ stuttered Daddy Hiram, “did you reckon I cut them fuses long enough so’t you could hold ‘’em In your hands and watch ’em burn?" “What do I know about fuses?” I asked, grinning at him. Then I mounted the breastwork again and looked out, prepared to see the entire laudscape blown Into shreds. Aside from a few sheets of corrugated Iron torn from the roof of the adjacent ore shed, the landscape appeared to be fairly intact and still with us. But down on the bench below, the lately kindled cooking fire was burning in solitary confinement. The raiders, to a man, had disappeared. CHAPTER XIV. Applied Hydraulics. “They’ve skipped,” I reported to Daddy, as I climbed down from the earth sacks, “and that shows us the quality of the humanity stuff we have to deal with. Bullerton will never get that bunch to rush us in the open.” “That’s something gained, anyway,” said the old man; “and ever’ liT bit helps. But'if they ain’t goin’ to take it standin’ up, we got to look out for Injin doin’s; the snake-in-the-grass kind. Charley Bullerton ain’t goin’ to quit none so easy.”

Nevertheless, for an hour or more, it looked as if the jumpers had quit. Iu due time the cooking fire in the little glade burned out, and no one came to rekindle it. Around and about the solemn silence of the mountain wilderness ringed us in, and it was hard to realize that the siege had not been abandoned —though we knew well enough it hadn’t. We put in the time as best we could, tinkering up our defeuses and trying to provide for all the contingencies. For one thing, Daddy found a big auger and used it to bore loopholes at various places through the wall, by means of which we could command the approaches to the shaft-house on two of the three exposed sides. Eastwardly, the blacksmith shop intervened between us and the boiler shed—it was built as a lean-to against that side of the shaft-house —and in that direction we were necessarily blind. The fourth side, as I have said, fated au abrupt cliff of the mountain, a rocky wall rising to maybe twice the height of the buildings and almost overhanging them. At; Its summit this cliff tapered off intb a steep upward slope, bare of timber; henc{. we were comparatively secure fron attack in that quarter. v , As to provisioning we were not so badly off. Daddy Hiram, well used in ids long experience as a prospector to figuring upon the longevity of “grubstakes,” estimated that, what withthe^

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“Throw It! Good - Gosh - tdv Fricfcifc! Throw It!" canned stuff, part of a sack of flour, and another of cornmeal, we could live for a week, though the cooking was going to be rather inconvenient. For a fire we should have to resort to the forge in the blacksmith shop, and the shop was nothing but an open-cracked shed, as I have described it, entirely indefensible if the raiders should conclude to rush it. In the fulness of time the period of suspense came to an end, arid we were given audible proof that Bullerton had finally made his “dispositions,” as an army man would say. The announcement came in the form of a rifle bullet ripping through the roof of the shafthouse as if the stout iron roofing had been so much paper. “The fun’s a-beginnin’,” said Daddy; and the words were hardly out of his mouth before another bullet game, this time from the opposite direction, and it, also, tore through the roof. “.Got us surrounded,” Daddy grimaced, when a third snot came from still another point of the compass; and within the next fifteen minutes Bullerton’s demonstration was made complete. The shots, fired one at a time, and at Intervals of a minute or so, came from all three of thcf exposed sides of the building, and the time elapsing between the ripping crashes on the roof and the crack of the guns told us that the marksmen were all well beyond the range of our Winchesters, even If we could have seen them—which we couldn’t. Bullerton bad evidently given bis men orders to aim at the root, for It was only a stray bullet now and then

that came through the walls. After a time the purpose of the bombardment became obvious. Bullerton seemed to have absorbed the idea that he could break our nerve—wear us out. After the first fusillade the shots came at intervals of maybe five minutes; just . often* enough to keep us on the strain ; and I don’t mind admitting that the object was handsomely gained. I can’t speak for Daddy Hiram or the dog, but at the end of the first hour I was little better than a bunch of raw nerves. As all days must, this*- wearisome first day came to an end at last, and with the coming of dusk the bombardment stopped—with our roof looking like a sieve. But after darkness had settled down we were made to feel In another way how acdtely helpless we were. We could see nothing, hear nothing. Though we knew we were surrounded, the silence and solitude were unbroken, and the strain was greater than that of a pitched battle. If we were to get any sleep at all, a night watch could be maintained by only one of us at a time; and with our utmost vigilance a surprise attack would be the easiest thing in the world for Bullerton to pull off. There are no night noises in the high altitudes, unless the wind happens to be blowing; no frogs or tree-toads, no Insects; and she silence was fairly deafening—and maddening. Not wishing to strike a match to determine the exact end of my watch period, I stuck it out, meaning to give Daddy good measure. So I think it must have been somewhere around ten o’clock when the collie woke witl# a start, jumped up, took the kinks out of his back with a little whining yawn, and trotted to the door —the one opening toward the cabin across the dump head. Screwing an eye to one of Daddy’s auger-bored loopholes, I tried to fathom the outer darkness, which was only a degree or so less Egyptian than that of the shaft-house interior. Though I could see nothing suspicious it was very evident that the dog could hear something. He had his nose to the crack under the door and was growling. I quieted him and listened Something was going on, either inside of the cabin or back of it; in the dead silence I could distinguish a low murmur of voices and, a moment later, a sound like that which would be made by the eautiisis opening of one of the sliding windows. While I still had my eye to the peep-hole a jet of flame spurted from the dark bulk of the cabin, and simultaneously a bullet tore through the shaft-house roof. The raiders had captured our outworks. The report and the bullet clatter aroused Daddy Hiram, and when I turned he was at my elbow. “Done crope up on us, have they, son?” he said in his usual unruffled manner. Then: “Maybe this is just a sort o’ false notion over here. S’pose you try and get a squint at things over on the blacksmith-shop side. Stannie.”

# I stumbled across to the other door, taking the Collie with me. I could see nothing in that direction; less than nothing, since the lean-to shop buildtng cut off what little light the stars gave. But the black darkness didn’t hamper Barney’s ears or his nose, and his eagerness to get back real battle front was a good proof that there was as yet nothing stirring on Our side of things.

Groping my way back to Daddy I found that he had one of the Winchesters and semed to be trying to fit a ramrod to the barrel. When I finally tyade out what he was doing I found that he had thrust a piece of heavy wire into the gun-barrel and was impaling one of the dynamite on its projecting end. “LIT skyrocket,” hie chuckled; then, with quaint huiqqy; “Xfill Stand by with a juatch, Staijgte, Md let’s seg ~goln*'"to' happen: i^J^u " ‘ „ word, you stick you? match to say tn^ the fuse.” v Heavens! ma S \ e 1 didn T t enJoy ad s lightful little spgs.^ 8 1 a flashlight mental picture ma ? fumbling around with a . ® car * ridge at the muzzle of his guT l, , * - ul ” to poJTe cartridge and gun-b. H *L through a li'oie in the door that cobldn l Upssibly liaTe bgen over two and" £ half inches in jlianwrter—and id th# dark, at that! Wli&t if -be shouldn’t be able to find the hole liLtimf!? Or if he should SUCCped in finding if hfitd the rlfte bullet should jam on the wire? Or any'hivp of a dw.eif “ifs” that might fail to rid pf tiie deY'dly thing before it should gO off and\blow us to kingdom coined But there was do' time about it, and thh’ d&Shijf Os an«>,' ther

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Woman* So and Says It Übtiatly Crops Cut' After Hfs Marriage. All feminine creatures, from the' cradle to the glvire, proceed on the basis that ail men sfre conceited. This is perhaps particularly true of the man who is no longer lover, but busband. As lover he had* a wide streak of humility in his composition; a husband mostly regards humility as a waste product, writes a Woman of Forty In Harper’s. More than once I have seen some dull woman flattering my husband, and have had him tell me afterward what a fine, keen, warm-hearted little person she is. I have yet to meet the man who fails to feel that the woman who admires him has something sound and right* about her. ’ More than once I have flattered a man just to see him expand. Indeed, it is a stupid or inexperienced woman who has not done this; and usually because she wanted to get something out of him. In his dealing with a woman it is quite easy to sell a man a gold brick. Doubtless, the well-known law of compensation' works here; if men get plenty of selfsatisfaction out of theit self-confli dence, It Is something for which they have to pay the piper. A woman of my age knows that a’ certain amount of self-satisfaction hasbeen necessary to keep the race going,

high-powered bullet on the iron roof over dur heads speeded things up. “Do your do,” Daddy muttered; and I struck a match, sheltered the tiny flame in my hollowed hands until it got going good, and then, with a silent prayer that Daddy might not miss the hole, stuck the blaze to the frayed end of the powder string. C,oming all three together as it seemed to me, there were spittings like those of an angry cat. a puff of choking powder smoke, and the crack of the rifle. For just about three seconds nothing further happened; but at the fourth second or thereabouts—oh, boy! The cabin was stoutly and solidly built of logs, as I may have mentioned, but in the flash of the rending explo- r ' sion we had a glimpse of doors and windows caving Inward and a section of the split-shingle roof leaping toward the spacious firmament on high. “Now, durn ye,” was Daddy Hiram’s morose comment, made with an eye to a peep-hole, “now, durn ye, maybe you’ll let folks sleep peaceable for a little spell!” Os course, in the darkness, made thicker by the cloud of dust the explcv sion had kicked up, we couldn’t tell what bad become of the cabin garrison, or whether or no we’d killed all ’or any of it. But the immediate result was perfectly soul-satisfying. There were no more roof bombardments, and after we had remained on watch together for perhaps half an hour, Daddy sent me to tine blankets for my forty winks; did this, and afterward played a low-down trick on me. For, what with the previous night’s broken rest, and the more or less exciting and strenuous day, I slept like a tired baby, and when I'awoke the sun was shining in at the two high window holes at .something more than an acute angle, and Daddy Hiram was making coffee and frying bacon and baking pan-bread over a chip tire built on a piece of boiler iron we bad turned down for hearth purposes the previous evening. The old angel took my reproachful abuse for his unselfishness quite good-naturedly, as he did most things, and made his report of the night’s doings. Up to midnight there had bejen nothing stirring; but after that there had been noises on the black-

In the Flash of the Explosion We Had a Glimpse of Doors and Windows Caving In. 'smith shop side, and indications that the jumpers were at work on something in the boiler shed. Since this lay beyond ouj field of vision, we couldn’t see was going on, nor could we gpply the dynamite remedywftgP we had finished break- ■ y begun again, bflt fast the work noist. ***-— - with tiie blanketing blacksmitn athe way we couldn’t see a thing and could only make wild guesses at what the raiders were up to. Along about the middle of the forenoon they fired up one or more of the boilers; a w'hlff of wind coming along the sldeAf the 'nfomvtaln #lew tiie smoke over so that of it drifted into the shaft-house tltrbujh the high windows. Still we w-pre "com nletel y lost in “ ie s uessiu ß j wildetfiess, |

“If you are la ten ntes after you reach your camp, Ve open fire I”

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~ 7 ' "T~~’ and tUatf K" se!f ' satlsried type that apprechfrti^KtSk' f niost hl « hl J' bus beetl the mos?' ld t} P e ’ trait has b e *° race * any rate in tty? ’td-tumble conditions jiVN. ’ tiave lived and struggled iv.' 4 >^ roDI the days of I’itheca n th'-opfis: Women have done tAtIF Blf fating this quality .of Conlfelt’' afid! - j satisfaction because like' ful men and have married^tfiSth 1 wfiWfi they had the chance—which'’ IS" the same rtiing as saying that litive married conceited men and ceited b6ys, whose conceit fAS 9- i tered by praise. Chautauqua.' Chautauqua is the name of a beau : ' -tiful lake in New York state, 18 miles t long and one-third of a mile broad, 726 feet above Lake Erie, from which it is eight miles distant. On its banks IS jthe village of Chautauqua, the center of a religious and educational movement of large and growing Interest This originated in 1874. when the village was selected as fi summer place of meeting for all interested in Sunday schools and missions. Since then the Chautauqua Literary and Scientific Circle has taken origin there, consisting of a regular and systematic course of reading, extending over four years, and entitling the student to a diploma: The name Chautauqua is evidently of Indian origin.

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