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* Comrades in Dead
By CHARLES E. BAXTER
(?, 1922, Western Newspaper Union.)
Mike Maloney had traversed many
wild places during his sixty years of
life, but Dead Valley seemed likely
to De the last of them.
For five days he had set his face
steadily westward over the burning,
barren alkali lands, toward the myth
ical mine, in spite of warnings that
no man had ever crossed Dead Valley
from end to end. And now Mike saw
his own end approaching.
He had trusted to luck and to his
own dogged will power. The will
burned as unquenchably as ever, but
the luck was out-dead* out It wa9
twenty-four hours since he had tasted
Twenty-four hours under a Dead
Valley sun ! If he could go on twenty
four hours longer, he could reach
safety. But the blood ls his veins had
turned to sirup and cinders, and he
had staggered to the thin shade of a
cactus and fallen there.
"I guess this"s all, Bill," he said.
The great wolfhound Stood beside
bim, panting,- its tongue hanging from
its mouth. In its appealing eyes old
Mike, too, read the presentiment of
Mike stretched out his hand. "We
been good friends these four or five
years, Bill," he said. "It's kinder
Suddenly a thought flashed through
bis mind that made him wince with
shame and humiliation. But it re
As if sensing it, the great hound
leaped back with a whine and laid Its
; Old Mike had one bullet left In his
revolver. He had planned that for
himself, in case he failed to win out
In his fight with Dead Valley. Now
another use for it had occurred to
Aftei* all, if death for both was cer
tain, was it not more merciful to end
the hound's sufferings quickly-and to
restore his own life by the sacrifice
of the animal's?
In lonely places thoughts become al
. most as things. As Old Mike drew the
loaded revolver from its holster and
called the animal, Bill snarled and be
gan running in circles round and
round him, just out of revolver range.
He might' suddenly have gone mad,
for he was snapping and snarling, and
- showing a marked Inclination to dash
to upon his.master.
"He's gone mad," thought Mike.
"That fixes that." He drew aim and
A few hairs flew from the hound's
tail. Mike Maloney bad missed. And,
like an , arrow, Bill darted at his
Mike was just In time to spring to
his feet and greet the anlme.l with a
vicious kick that hurled It, snarling
and whimpering, a dozen feet away.
And then Mike knew that the same
awful thought that had come to him
had come tp the dog too. And like
primitive man" he had to face his ca
nine foe unarmed, trusting in his wits
against Its superior speed and the
grip of its fangs.
Hours must have gone by, while the
two circled about each other, watch
tog each other. Mike still had his
jackknife. If lt came to close quar
ters he felt confident that he could
plunge thmugh the shaggy hide into
the heart-provided his strength held
out. But already the first coma of
unconsciousness was overcoming him,
and the brilliant alkali desert swam
before his eyes.
The dog seemed to have become a
pack of six. ever circling round and
round him, sometimes uttering a
feeble yelp from the parched throat,
out of which the tongue, swollen to
a frightful size, protruded.
Mike lay down at last, his jack
knife in his hand, waiting. Slowly
the hound came nearer. Its bloodshot
eyes gleamed wickedly. It showed an
almost human cunning in the way it
appreached, fawning, whimpering
Mike thrust. He missed. The hound
leaped back with a yelp. But it had
been almost too cunning for him. Mike
had been half unconscious without
knowing it. Another instant and those
fangs would have been in his throat.
The hound was lying in the distance,
panting, looking at him. Mike stole
cautiously toward it. He must make
an end before unconsciousness super
vened. Then he would be refreshed,
to take up his terrible journey. He
walked with hand outstretched.
"Good ole Bill !" he said thickly.
The animal watched him; then, see
tog the knife, it suddenly turned tall
and disappeared into the, distance.
And Mike fell prone and uncon
scious upon the alkali.
It was trickling Into his throat, the
sweetest drink that he had known In
all his life. Mike opened his eyes. A
tent was over him. And beside him
Stood Jim Lavery, his old partner.
"Lie still, ye durned old fool. Ye'll
be all right now," said Jim.
"You-where am I?"
"Right In the middle of Dead Val
ley. We got up a search party out in
Larrabee. Guessed we'd find you
party nigh finished. But we'd never
have found you. if that hound of yours
hadn't found us."
A soft tongue caressed Mike's hand.
Mike looked" Into the faithful eyes of
th? watcher at his side and under
Roman Emperors Builded Well.
The aqueduct of Applus Claudius
Caecus dates from 312 B. C
WOT AS SHE HAD PICTURED
Girl Who Had Herself Paged in Hotel
Unprepared for Meeting With
The girl had never been paged In a
hotel. Time after time she had heard
the bellboys go by calling out names,
and always she had envied the young
women who got up and followed them
to the telephone.
It got to be a positive mania with
her-this desire to be paged-and
finally she persuaded one of her
friends to telephone her at a hotel at
a specified time. \
She waited in the lobby, sitting on
the edge of her seat ixt excitement, un
til the boy appeared.
"Miss Brown! Misis Brown!"
She rose excitedly. "I am Miss
Brown," she said.
"Gentleman waiting to see you out
She looked rather surprised; that
had not been in the scheme. But per
haps he had changed his mind. She
followed the boy obediently, and was
led face to face with a perfect
Her face grew pink with confusion
as she gazed at him, and he, realizing
the mistake, w?tched her in amuse
ment. He was a rather loudly dressed
young man with a great air of assur
For a moment they stared; then he
"Not so good," he said slowly, and
then, as an after thought, "but not so
And the girl fled in embarrassment.
OFFER MARK TWAIN REFUSED
Nothing Sadder, He Is Reported to
Have Said, Than Editorship of
About that time my wife helped me
put another temptation behind me.
This was an offer of sixteen thousand
doliars a year, for five years, to let
my name be used as editor of a hu
I praise her for furnishing her help
in resisting that temptation, for it is
her due. There was; no temptation ?
about it, in fact but she would have
offered her help just the same if there
had been one. I can conceive of many 1
wild abd extravagant things when my
imagination is in gool repair, but I
can conceive of nothir.g quite so wild j
and extravagant as th? idea of my ac- J
ceptlng the editorship of a humorous
I should regard that as the saddest ,
of all occupations. If I should under
take it I should have to add to it the
occupation of undertaker, to relieve
It in some degree of Its cheerlessness.
-From "Unpublished Chapters from
the Autobiography of Mark Twain" in .
Where Long Necks Are Stylish.
In Burma, among the Karens, a
long neck is the ambition of every
woman. Her mother starts thinking
about this when her daughter is a
baby, and starts to accomplish this
swan-like effect when the tots are
scarcely able to walk.
The method employed is a series
of heavy brass rings, which are as
thick as your little finger. These are
put around the child's neck, and as
she grows, more rings are added, thus
forcing her neck to lengthen out
More rings are added year after year
as the girl grows into womanhood.
Twenty-one of these coils is the aver
age worn, although 25 have been
The 21-ring-collared woman is
thought beautiful, but the 25-ringed
lady is considered a raving beauty
under the Karens of Burma.
Hidden Brine River.
A thousand feet beneath the town
of Midland, Mich., run rivers of brine
charged with calcium, sodium, magne
sium, strontium, bromine and chlorine.
Forty pumping wells raise the brine,
and separative processes release from
lt the bases of photographic emulsions,
medicines, cement, tanning materials,
perfumes, preservatives and cold-stor
age solutions. The magnesium was
used for war flares, and now, com
bined in a secret alloy, furnishes metal ?
one-third the weight of aluminum,
sustaining a pressure of 24,000 pounds
per square Inch. In the form of gas- ,
engine pistons, after a test equivalent :
to that of a motor car running 30 miles
an hour continuously for 35,000 miles
scarcely a sign of wear was discern- j
Of Course Not!
A negro boarded a tramcar. After
a word with the conductor, he shuf
fled toward the door again.
An inspector, who happened to be
in the car, said to him, "surely you
don't want to get off so soon-and you
"Ah want ter go ter Whopple
street," said the negro, "an* de con
duc?an says dab's no sich place."
"Well, there isn't," said the con
"Den dah's sure no good In ma
gwlne dah."-Edinburgh Scotsman.
Bafl?n Land, a barren insular tract
in British North America, lies between
latitude 61 degrees and 72 degrees
north, with Lancaster sound on the
north, Baffin bay and Davis strait on
the east, the Gulf of Bothnia and Fox
channel on the west ard Hudson bay
on the south. The area is about 236,
000 square miles. It is Inhabited by a
few Eskimos, but is vlidted occasion
ally by whalers.
RAISE BUGS TO F.^HT BUGS
French Scientists Breed Insects and
Birds That Are Enemies of Fruit
There is a quaint institution in Men
tone, in the south of France, known
as the Insectarium, where learned pro
fessors are rearing various species of
bugs and other insects.
Mentone ls in the center of an im
portant fruit-growing district, and the
object is to discover the best means of
fighting those insect pests that prey
upon plants and ruin the fruit.
The orchards have suffered severely
through the ravages of the mealy bug,
and the fruit growers were becoming
quite alarmed. Then experts discov
ered that three other species of bug
are the natural enemies of the mealy.
So these are being bred and reared
and turned loose in the orchards as
allies of the fruit growers.
The institution ls also breeding cer
tain species of ladybirds to destroy the
cochineal, an insect that plays havoc
with orange and lemon trees. These
ladybirds have been brought from far
Australia and California.
The institution is nothing less than
an up-to-date insect farm, consisting
of a large private house and an acre
of ground. In the laboratory are rows
upon rows of phials and jars, the
larvae of various Insects which are
kept at a high temperature. In the gar
den are cages full of all kinds o?
creeping and flying pests.
VAST WEALTH FROM SILVER
Fortunate Spaniards Spent Millions M
the Average Man Might Dis
pense His Dollars.
In the old Spanish days in Mexico,
millionaires were often made over
night In the rich silver-mining sections
around Guadalajuata. A shrewd pros
pector in the early days, named Zam
brano, discovered a mine which
brought him Immense wealth. He
spent most of his time in the cap
itals of Europe, living as extravagant
ly as possible, squandering vast sums
at the gaming table, but managing to
leave a snug little fortune of $60,000,
000. One of his whims was to lay a
silver pavement in front of his house,
but this the authorities forbade. In
these days sliver was on a parity with
The conde de Valenciana, who dis
covered one of the richest mines In
this section, derived so much wealth
from lt that he is said to have gotten
rid of $100,000,000 in a few years.
Another silver king sent the king of
Spain $2,000,000 as a Christmas pres
ent, and asked to be allowed to build
galleries and portals of silver around
his mansion. This request was re
fused, the authorities declaring that
such magnificence was the privilege
of royalty only. ? >, 3a,'
Making Burglar's Tools.
The "Black museum" at Scotland
Yard has recently acquired a fine set
of house-breaking tools .which had
been abandoned by their owner after
a burglary. These Instruments show
wonderful workmanship. T?tere Is a
collapsible jimmy that folds up In
the pocket, a rope ladder of silk that
fits into the palm of the hand, a num
ber of keys and lock-picking instru
ments, and a neat oxygen-acetylene
blow-lamp. Where do burglars obtain
these marvelous tools? They are ex
perts at making skeleton keys and so
on, but they are not capable of mak
ing the other Implements. No respect
able firm manufactures such articles,
and, although a small quantity Is
made secretly by employees of repu
table firms, the majority come from
special factories engaged In nothing
else but making burglars' tools. Such
factories are hidden away in back
streets, and It is almost Impossible to
Caribs' Flashing Thunder Bird.
The Australian thick-headed shrike
Is about six inches long, rich-yellow
below, with a jet-black collar and a
white throat, black head and partly
black tall. It is sometimes called the
black-breasted fly-catcher and lt has
also a variety of French and New
In the mythology of some low
tribes, such as the Caribs, Brazilians,
Harvey islanders, Karens, Bechunas
and Ba8Utos, there are legends of a
flapping or flashing thunder bird,
which seems to translate into myth
the thought of thunder and lightning
descending from the upper regions
of the air, the home of the eagle and
Simple Life in India.
In some parts of India, I discovered,
clothes-or the lack of them-cause
little concern f children up to six or
eight years old wear absolutely noth
ing. All the barbering is done^ in the
For the most part, houses are sim
ply built of clay, with brush thrown
over the top. The? better classes of
native?f pile into tenement houses as
people do In the congested districts
of New York City, and their ambition
seems to be to crowd as many persons
into a room as possible, and to have
as many Children as nature will per
Love of Nature.
"Whut is .your favorite flower?"
"WelJ," replied Farmer Corntos?el,
"I guess an orchid is about as satis
factory as any."
"Orchids are beautiful but rare."
"That's why I favor 'em. There's no
chance of they're gettin' a start like
daisies or dandelions an' havin' to be
weeded out."-Washington Star.
Paladins of South Carolins
John Hampden Brooks.
Capt. "Ham" Brookes, as he wi
known throughout the length ai
breadth of the up country, althouf
he became lieutenant colonel d?rir
the Confederate war, was born ;
Edgefield, educated at Cokesbur
Mount Zion institute, Winnsboro, ar
the South Carolina college, class <
His grandmother was a Butler, h
grandfather, Zachariah Brooks, ser'
ed with distinction in the Revolutic
and his father, Col. Whitefie]
Brooks, one of the most prominei
men of his day and time in the u
country. The Butlers and the Brool
were Whigs on whom the war lai
heavy toll. Many were killed, som
bein massacred at Cloud's creek.
Owing to th? ill health of his fatl
er, Col. Whitefield Brooks, the mai
agement of the plantation fell on h
wife, a woman of discernmen
shrewd business tact and of larg
sympathies. Traditions of her lingi
yet in the community more than 5
years after her death. Capt. "Ham
Brooks always told me that he owe
everything to his mother's training
"Roselands," eight or nine mile
below old Ninety Six, was one of th
large estates of the up country. Eve
so late as 40 years ago it had r?
fained features of colonial times. Th
large plantation house faced a flowe
garden, once tenderly cared for an
exquisitely kept. The road wound b
the dwelling in a crescent, tumin
from the highway. From end to en
it was shaded by oaks. Onet cou)
"hear through their umbrage anees
tral the wind prophesy as of yore.
In open spaces Bermuda and blu
grass grew; back of the grove of bi]
trees behind the house, the land fe!
away to a spring, pure and sweel
whose flow was carried off in
branch into the wilds of Half Wa;
swamp. To the southwest . anothe
branch issued from a hillside, cours
ing over rocks and through gravell;
soil toward what was known as "th
territory," where it joined Ninet;
?Six creek. To the worthwest rosi
from the crown of a hill a patch o
stately pines, visible ten or twelvi
mils away in that region of hills am
marking the site of "Roselands" as ?
lighthouse marks port.
The upper and lower veranda
were festooned with vines. In seasoi
the whole place was glorified witl
roses, but many flowers blew then
down to the "primrose and the viole
and earliest roses blown."
The grove was always alive witl
squirrels, many albinos among them
for Captain Ham followed the exam
pie set by his wise mother and wai
a conservator. The family chapel wa;
just off the highway, to the right a:
you went toward Edgefield.
These things are after all, merelj
by the way. When you stopped ir
front of the door, a negro took youl
horse and the host greeted you. Froir
the moment of arrival you were one
with the family. There was neithei
shade nor shadow of turning in youi
welcome. The wide hall had the draw
ing room on the right, its walls or
namented with ancestral portraits,
and the dining . room on the left,
where the wide sideboard knew and
did its duty.
Over it all presided Mrs. Brooks,
whose charm greeted you and grew
steadily; for each day and hour re
vealed some phase, new and unexpec
ted, in her girted character. A lovely
woman, a lovable woman, with a dig
nity never ruffled, and a grace equal
to exacting demands at home and
abroad. Her influence was visible. It
represented not only law, but the
force behind law, love. It was just as
unthinkable that any man, woman or
child should transgress her gracious
demands, as would be the attempt to
extinguish the sunlight. Rarely en
dowed by nature and moving all her
youth in the highest circles of South
Carolina society-she was a daughter
of Gov. James H. Adams-she had
been educated at the famous Bar
hamville School for Girls, just out
side Columbia, and later in Faris.
The Adams home below Columbia,
"Live Oak," was a x*endezvouH before
the war for wit, beauty and fashion.
Beautiful women are not uncom
mon in the world, nor are women of
intellect and culture. At least they
were not in days of yore.
To beauty, grace, charm, breeding
and culture Mrs. Brooke added an
individuality, defying analysis, yet as
palpable and invigorating as sun
The lot of a cultured woman, ac
customed to society, who was shut off
by force of circumstances in the
depth of the country, with no near
congenial neighbors' and in sadly re
duced circumstances after the war,
was a particularly trying one. In ad
dition^ there was the care of a large
How grandly she rose to meet it
and how superbly she was mistress of
the situation was a continual de
light to me, and tb every one permit
ted within the sacred precincts of
When such women cease te exist,
there will be nothing worth living
for, working for or dying for, Civili
zation will be in ruins.
On the outbreak of war Captain
Brooks organized a company, his
mother uniformed the men and he en
tered the army, making a record of
service, distinguished from the be
ginning unto the end. At General Ha
good's suggestion and by permission
of General Beauregard, he took a lot
of federal prisoners, who wished to
change sides and formed them into
a command, having been himself
commissioned a lieutenant colonel.
These men proved to be traitors and
formed a plot to murder their officers
between Charleston and Savannah,
where the surroundings were conge
nial for dark deeds. While awaiting
reinforcements, With, a lot of men
around, whom he knew were oath
bound to murder him, John Hampten
Brooks displayed the cool courage in
which he abounded. I never have
known a man who more acutely real
ized danger or more thoroughly de
The tense and awful situation,
which lasted two hours, was relieved
by Lieutenant Colonel Brooks bring
ing in Georgia volunteers, who dis
armed the mutineers, and five of the
ring leaders were shot.
At the close of the war Captain
Brooks retired to Roselands and was
not "a successful planter," as the
newspapers said; for it is profanation
to lie in the case of so perfect an
embodiment of truth and knightly
virtue. His health militated ?gainst
that; moreover, owing to his mother's
having always managed the planta
tion he had no practical experience.
However, he was a good manager,
careful, prudent, holding the planta
tion together and providing for his
own. What is much better than a suc
cessful planter, he was a man imper
vious to temptation. Reduced in cir
cumstances, suffering for lack of
things he craved, he was none the
less far above sordid consideration.
He never bent a finger nor crooked a
knee for financial gain.
As he graced the station wherein
he was born, he would have equally
graced court or camp anywhere, in
the age, for he was compounded of
the old heroic virtues which have
compelled the admiration of men and
the devotion of women since Greek
and Trojan battled around the walls
He had served a term in the legis
lature before the war from Edgefield
district. After the war he was elect
ed to the general assembly from
Greenwood and later to the senate,
and in all relations he was the same
plain, unpretentious, high minded
man, to whom loyalty and truth out
weighed jewels and gold.
There is more to tell than can here
be told. My last visit to Roselands
We Can Give Yoi
on Mill Work an<
Large stock of Rough and D
Corner Roberts and Du
Corn, Oats, .1
Gloria Flour and Dai
Corner Cumming ar
On Georgia 1
?W See our representativi
was in late summer. The world was
swathed in green, covering red hills;
and he shade trees were in glory. Af
ter a delghtful hour, when leaving, I
looked back. Captain Ham and his
lovely wife sat side by side on the
veranda as I had seen them a gene
ration hef ore. That was my last sight
of them, but memory keeps them
near and dear. Nowhere in the world
of men have I met two examples bet
ter fitting Milton's description:
"For contemplation he and valor
For softness she, and sweet attrac
"The strength of the hills is His
also," saith the psalmist, and these
were His evidences of strength and
beauty, set amid the hills for a sea
son, and now withdrawn to Him.
All the material prosperity of the
up country may shrivel up and fade
like a garment "when the moth frest
the fibers." There has recently been
an unpleasant reminder of how frail
material possessions are and how
quickly the vanish.
But men and women, endowed
with character, living lives of up
rightness, clean of heart and strong
of arm for What duty requires, are
eternal possessions. They pass; but
their influence lives.
As Dr. Alexander McLaren of Liv
erpool once said: "We know not how
far-the water of life may percolate
from its accustomed channels to re
fresh the roots of distant trees."
\ Verily, the up country'does not it
self know how much it owes to its
forbears, "who kept the faith of men
and saints, sublime and pure and
No sweeter reminder of a glorious
past can be called up than that of
John Hampden Brooks and the wo
man he called wife.-The State.
GUNS, PISTOLS, FISHING
TACKLE, SAFES AND
617 Broad St
Telephone 679 Augusta, Ga.
I hereby give notice that all hunt
ing, fishing and trespassing in every
form whatsoever is prohibited on my
land. This means everybody and- the
law will be enforced against those
who fail to heed this notice. Keep off
of my premises.
A. G. OUZTS.
FOR SALE: About 20 tons of
baled peavine hay f. o. b. Ridge
Spring. Apply to Frank Boatwright,
Ridge Spring, S. C.
LI Prompt Service
i Interior Finish
reseed Lumber on hand for
gas Sits., Augusta, Ga,
BROS. & CO.
s and Dealers in
Bay and ail
i Patch Horse Feed .
id Fenwick Streets
R. R, Tracks
e, C. E. May.