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iiJfss-wBw tjygp5!A; Sg?"; X-""Vw 3ir " ?v ia. ifce mMxita Jpailij gagljc: am-sctes ptomrog, gril 30, 1891. :j?- a (V ?- kf A DREAM OF THE SEA. A farmer lad ia his prairie home Lay dreamily: of the sea; He no'er had seen It. bat well ho kne. Its pictured imago and heavenly hne; And he dreamed he swept o'er its waters bine, With the wlnd3 a blowing free. With the winds 60 fresh and free. Eo wofce! and he said. "The day will come When that shall be the truth to me." But as years swept by him he always found That his feet were clogged and his hands were bound. Till at last ho lay in a narrow mound. Afar from the 6obbing sea. The sorrowing, sobbing sea. Oh, many there are on the plains tonight That dream of a voyage to be. And have said in their souls, "The day will come When my bark shall sweep through the drifts of foam." Bnt their eyes grow dim and their lips grow dumb. Afar from the tossing sea. The turbulent, tossing sea. -Albert Bigelow Paine in Kansas City Star. JTJMA'S OBDEAL The early morning sunshine tinged alike mountain and sea in the beautiful valley of Carpenteria, in southern California. Juana walked slowly down the path that led from the kitchen door of the quaint house to the more sequestered barn. From here the path led on along the road, in and out among apricot and fig trees, until it stopped 'abruptly, as if quite worn out with its exertions, on the outskirts of the ranch. Juana paused a moment, then gathering her skirts tightly in her left hand she be gan to climb the steep trail. She took it without languorordelaj', her strong young figure moving upward with scarcely a pause for breath till she reached the top. Here an old fence bounded the hill pas ture belonging to Juana's father. She flung herself lightly against the bars of the gate to rest and to gaze upon the scene spread out below. On the east the long dnty road was flanked by ranches more or less cultivated. Here and there symmetrical rows of beans met the eye. Olive trees mingled with walnuts were scattered everywhere. Occa sionally a red tiled adobe relieved the mo notony of open pasture lands and fields dotted with oaks and yellow with the blos Eoms of the golden mustard. From the foothills rose precipitately the purple mountains, whose crests are often veiled with clouds of feathery mist. A fair land, and dear to the rancher's daughter from her babyhood the place of her birth and of her people before her. Yet to any one else who had been there the most pict uresque thing would not have been the out spread landscape, but the young Spanish girl leaning on the worn gate to look at it. She turned now, and began a series of low, coaxing whistles, which presently brought her favorite mustang, Pedro, to the bars of the gtite. The gate posts were worn smooth by tho nibbing of patient an imals from the adjoining field, and had it not been for the friendly hay rope about their rickety tops Pedro would have surely knocked them down as he stretched his neck over the bars to be caressed by hi3 mistress. They were a pretty picture the two. The blue-black hair of the girl made more vivid the ripe color in her olive tinted cheeks. Her deep, lustrous eyes had in them that half pained, half pathetic ex pression peculiar to the eyes of the Span ish girls of tho south. Yet Juana knew little of sorrow. The old rancher's only daughter, cho had lived a petted life. She was a simple hearted child, and whatever capacity for endurance or courage lay with in her it had never been tried. After a series of vigorous pats, bestowed with many a cooing Spanish phrase of en dearment upon her favorite, Juana pro duced a rosy apple from her pocket, which Pedro munched with evident satisfaction. She had not come to ask any service of him, only for a morning greeting, and now, after a lingering farewell pat or two, she left the pretty mustang looking over the gate after her, and turned to the steep walk again. She stepped carefully, for fear of tread ing too heavily on the crumbling, sun baked udobo and getting a tumble; her light feet made hardly a sound to be noticed among the noises of the country morning Pedro's reluctant return from the gate to his graz ing fellows, the other sounds from the pas ture, the twittering of birds, the chirping of squirrels, the thousandfold murmur and breath of tho hour. Half way down, tho light steps stopped suddenly, and the girl stood with a startled face, listening. Only a keen ear and a quick attention could have caught, above all those other noises, that singular and unusual one for such a place and time the hiss of whispering voices. "Pablo" her father's name that was tho one word she had caught, and half in curiosity, half in fear, sho felt she must know why her father's whispered name should thus de tach itself from the rustle of leaves to strike her ear and call her attention to the otherwise indistinguishable murmur going on in the little clump. She leaned silently forward on the edge of tho hazy screen of live oaks, every ner e fctrained to catch tho half whispered, half murmured words that rose from within. Tho screen, though it offered no percep tiblo barrier to sound, was quito deno enough to protect the girl from sight of the men who stood close together behind it, looking for no one In her direction. "Pablo" her father's namo again, and now it came to her ear sharply, mingled with other words. "Stage" "coin" "ar rest" she caught; and then in an ecited tone, which tha others immediately hushed, "pistols." Sho edged closer, listened more intensely, and her hearing seemed to become keener. She knew who the men were well enough ranch hands of Pablo's, halfbreeds, a vagabond set, who would do anything for money. But they were purposeless and dull, incapable of organizing and carrying out a plot to rob the .stage of themselves. Vnd tho bolder rogue, who planned and in spired tho crime? The girl wa left in no doubt of that her own father name was distinctly uttered, his directions repeated. That very night he and his confederates were to lie in wait for the stage that left Santa Barbara for Los Angeles at half past 7 o'clock. Juana drew back, realizing that shemut elip away undetected, jet too startled and horrified to think of anything else clearly. She was overcome by the sheer sense of her father's guilt. He was by no mean; an ex emplary ranchman, Juana well knew. But s,he had no mother and had depended sole ly on him for care and tenderness, which he had given, at least in Mimcient measure to win the resnon-e of a child's simple and vtnenticising aflection, aud Juana was not far enough from childhood to have changed much in her feelings. Xor was the code of her people eo exacting toward ordinary faults and ill doings of men that what she knew of her father's had affected her with any strong feeling of shame, or given any serious shock to her regard for him. But this was a different matter. The quiet, honest ranchers of Carpenteria were not of tlias class of Mexicans in whom a robber excites aa much admiration as cen sure, nor wero these the times in which the nativo Californian easily excned rob bery of the American intruder. Juana had been born and had grown up, peacefully and without thought of hostility, under American laws. The plot stood out in its IKkieas criminality, Its shameless craci. before her as before an Innocently orea and honest natured ranch girl. As she crept carefully away she was helplessly overwhelmed by the knowledge of his un worthiness o her love and respect. But almost at once a reaction came, and a passionate resolution rose within her mind. It should not be! It had not hap pened yet it should not. Some one must prevent it, yet there was no one but her self to do it. By the time she stepped firmly once more upon the garden path her mind was made up. She knew the uselessness of appeal to her father. She had no confidante among the women of the ranch to whom she dared to breathe such a secret. All the long, slow day it seemed eating her very soul out. All her sweet old time confidence in her father was gone, and when from time to time, as was his demonstrative Spanish way with his pretty daughter, he drew her to him with caresses, she could respond with no joyousness. At last the long day came to a close. The evening meal was ended; the after sup per work wasdone. Juanacameoutfromthe house into the broad porch, guitar in hand, crossed the porch quietly and seated her self on the stone step, as she had sat before evening after evening. She sang the pretty Spanish airs she was accustomed to sing to her own accompaniment; and though sometimes her voice grew very faint as the sick dread of what was before her swept across her mind, she persevered, and with a heavy heart entertained the lit tle household. They had all gathered upon the long porch, as was their evening cus tom; her father was wont to sit by her side smoking and listening, and now and then between his cigarettes making her happy with his easy phrases of praise. But this evening he soon rose and left her, joined the group of ranch hands in a dark corner of the doorway, and undercover of Juana's songs exchanged murmured question and answer with them. The gray twilight deepened into night. Soon the moon arose over the eastern mountains, casting on everything such a flood of yellow light as only California knows. The somber group in the corner had relapsed into a moody silence. Juana's guitar sank into her lap, and the hush was broken only by the sound of crickets and the cry from time to time of a night hawk flying across the orchard. The girl was watching the moon creep up the sky. and counting the minutes, as she had already counted them over and over during tho day. Her breath caught in her throat, but she rose silently and carried her guitar into the house. As she passed her father she paused. "The moon is so bright, father," she said, "I would go out for a little lope with Pedro." She had been permitted more than once before to ride thus about the ranch lanes, or for a short distance along the safe neigh boring road, on bright moonlight even ings. Indeed, her father never interfered much with her movements, and their simple ranch life, not unaffected by Amer ican customs, was free from strict rules. Pablo nodded without removing his cigar ette, and the girl passed on. She put away her guitar, twisted a scarf over her head, and let herself out at tho back door, carrying her briddle in her hand. A little relieved by the possibility of action and the removal of need for self restraint, she hastened at a rapid pace up the path she had trodden early that morning, a light hearted and unsuspecting child, to visit and pet her favorite. She reached the old fence, and whistled clearly across the moonlit pasture once and again, and presently Pedro came trot ting to her. With trembling hands she undid tho hay rope and pushed open the sagging gate, and the little horse walked through, knowing well enough that sho wanted him. She fastened the gate with mechanical care, then, putting one hand lightly on Pedro's mane, she quickly ad justed the bridle, scrambled to his back she had been on Pedro's back without a saddle too often to waste time now in ar ranging any such adjunct and started. In a few minutes sho reached a road that skirted the base of tho hill; then leaning forward on Pedro's neck, she spoke to him and shook the bridle, and sent him flying down the road at his best speed. Breathlessly tho girl watched the trees fly by. The road followed the hills for half a mile before it struck a crossroad. Al ready Juana knew the men were at their post, below the spot where the stage road touched her father's ranch. A fearless rider at all times, she seeuied utterly so now, as without drawing rein she wheeled into the rough and imperfect old crossroad and dashed down it. It was only used by teams in winter and was kept in no order, but the little mustang took his way swift ly and surely over the unyielding mts of hardened adobe and half buried bowlders. After what seemed to Juana an inter minable time, the reckless pair reached the dusty stage road safely. Here they turned and cantered easily up the road to meet the oncoming stage, no sign of which yet appeared. Juana gazed eagerly before her, watching for vhe expected cloud of dut, but they had cantered on a mile and a half without adventure before it appeared, and Pedro came to a full stop to await it. The dust moved down upon the waiting pair by the road side, and as it came near Juana saw that it inclosed not the stage, but only a Spanish family returning from a day's marketing in Santa Barbara. In the dusty moonlight they seemed almost weird in their picturesqueness. The whole family was in the long wagon, from the young woman in gay bonnet, down through ragged smaller members to the ugly little terrier who with his shrill bark and con tradicting tail is indispensable to the Spanish household. The wagon toiled past, and Juana looked again up the road, from which the dust slowly cleared away. Her heart almost stopped beating as the fear shot across her that she had miscalculated the time. If she had missed the stage, by now her father was branded forever a criminal; their name was shamed, whether the world ever knew it or not. Suddenly she uttered a joyful exclamation, for around the bend in the road appeared the stage unmistakable thi time through the cloud of dust and loaded with people. The driver reiued in his horses suddenly at Juana's violent gesticulations to stop so suddenly, indeed, that they were dragged back upon their haunches and stared with amazement at the girl and the horse. The passengers, startled at the abrupt stoppage, broke into questions and ejacu lations as they recovered their balance, and leaned out to hear what was said. Juana shrank back, abashed at so large an audience, yet she was too desperately set in her purpose to hesratem her speech. In her fluent English, touched with the ac cost the child Keeps woo speaKs another language at home, she poured out her sto rynot the real story, perhaps. Juana's ethical training did not include the abso lute necessity of a rigid veracity bnt one that served its purpose of warning as well, and gave the driver no room to suspect either her father or his ranch hands all of them well known characters in Carpenteria. It made a profound sensation in the stage company. As soon as she ceased one and another of the women cried out that they would not go past the ambush. They started to their feet, insisting that they bo allowed to alight on the spot. The driver, who had no intention of staying where he was till morning, asked, none too politely, whether they wanted to stay there in the middle of the road while he went on and left them. Compelled by this cotmier ter ror to remain in their seats, they clung to each other, interchanging their alarm and indignation, while the driver and the men amoug the passengers counted firearms and laid plans for defense s-hould an attack be made. Finally as crack at the load whip the horses started and the stage rollea away again down the road. Meanwhile, Juana had sat still upon her horse by the side of the road, understand ing but little of the rapid confusion of talk going on in the stage. She had done her duty, and she knew that her business now was to get quickly and safely home. Yet she could not go without knowing how things turned out, She had not much fear of serious results now the driver was on his guard, for she knew a show of force and preparation would scatter the halfbreeds; still less did she fear that any of the con federates would be captured amid their fa miliar fields, and exposed to the world. Nevertheless, the misgiving that some one might possibly be hurt drew her on after the stage. She cantered along behind it until it had passed an old walnut tree, not far beyond which was the place of ambush. Nearer to the concealed group of men than this tree she dared not go, for not a man stand ing concealed in the dark spot beyond would have failed to know at a glance the girlish figure on the familiar little mus tang. So she drew rein in the shadows of the walnut, and sat and watched the stage as it rapidly decreased the distance between itself and the fatal spot. From the place where Pedro stood, un seen herself, she could clearly see that spot. She knew just where the men must be standing just what their positions must be, Juan's and Domingo's and Sancho's just what signal would be given, and what move would be made. The stage bore down upon the place it was almosc there a sharp crack of the whip cleft the air and reached the girl's ears, and the stage lunged more swiftly forward into the shadow. The girl leaned forward with strained eyes and ears. Would that sudden, resist less dash carry them past? Then came several quick, confused shouts, and then a pistol shot, followed by a long, low cry of agony and despair. Then the stage stopped. The moonlit air grew black to the girl, and she cried out herself with a piercing shriek, all thought of self control lost in her passionate Spanish soul. She knew it was her father's voice, and even before the road cleared to her eyes she shook the reins and clung blindly to Pedro's back as he flew over the ground toward the huddle of btage and meji. The horse checked himself abruptly, trembling a little, as he came upon the ex cited group. The men who stood about something on the ground wheeled sharply to look as he dashed down upon them. They cast weird shadows in the clear moon light as they stepped forward and stopped, recognizing the girl and looking at her with more amazement than before, as she slid down from the horse, and without pay ing any attention to them staggered across the moonlit space, dropped down beside the prostrate figure and put her arms about it. The old man lay stretched out in the dimness, between the moon and shadowed place of ambush, where they had carried him and laid him with his head on a loose ly rolled horse blanket. His eyes wero closed, and the blood trickled from a wound in his left shoulder, making an ugly red track in the soft white dutt. The halfbreeds were nowhero to be seen they must have shrunk back and scattered away across the fields at the first sign of resistance. Tho men standing about drew away, half respecting the girl's despair, half eager to tell their story to the women who waited, frightened, yet full of curios ity, in the stage. Only the driver stood close by, to enforce his claims on the rob ber's person, lest Juana should dispute them understanding at once, now he had seen old Pablo's face, how much the girl had concealed, and guessing her relation ship to the rancher. Pablo was not dead. Juana looked up, and as she saw the man standing grimly by it flashed across her what he was there for; and the whole sequence of prison and shame, crowded from her mind by the more imminent fear of death, rose up be fore her. With a dry, tearless sob and a passionate movement of despair, she sprang up and flung herself before the man, breaking into wild pleading. "Leave him with me!" she cried. "Leave him with me! You are safe see no one is the worse! Why must you take him? What good? Give him to me do not con vey him to prison. He is au old man. See his gray hair and the blood. He is hurt already spare him! You shall have gold, all you want; there is no one but me, and I care not if there is nothing left for me; but leave my father." The driver was not a hard man, and the girl's piteous voice and pathetic eyes moved him; nor was ho possessed of so rigid a sense of civic responsibility as to make him think that it was his dutj to resist her. The gray hair that Juana appealed to brought to his mind his own gray haired father. He looked at her and at the robber, aud turning around left her kneeling in the dust and walked away without a word. A minute more and the stage had resolved it self into a cloud of dust, fast dKippearing down the dim stretch of road. Katharine Du Bois in Overland Monthly. The TJcst Piano? eed Tuning Often. The piano is an instrument of extreme sensibility, and althongh pianos do not get out of tune so easily now as formerly, be cause they are better made, with stronger frames and heavy plates to support the strain of the strings, j-et tho causes are numerous which make necessary the occa sional visits of the piano tuner. For in stance, the strings get out of tune by con traction and expansion of the materials used in its construction and by the stretch of the strings, and unless the tuner is call ed the pitch continually gets lower and lower and the tune loses its brilliancy. Interview in Seattle Telegraph. At the Theater. "I see that the name of the gasman is given on this playbill. What does the gas man do?" "I fancy he writes the advance notices of the plays that are produced." Puck. Too Plain. Jaysmith (gloomily) Larkin called me a liar today. Mrs. Jaysmith (indignantly) Did you tell him to prove it? Jaysmith It wasn't necessary. West Shore. Feline Sagacity. A very much petted cat of mine, aged ten, was with me while sewing recently. She had seated herself on a portion of the calico which was before me on a small table, and before leaving the room for a few minutes I carefully arranged the part of the work with the needle in it so that it hung over the edge of the table and was well out of Tiny's way. On my return I found she had gathered up the calico and was sitting upon it, but had kept; out the unfinished hem, and was holding down the needle with her right paw, purring loudly the while at what she evidently considered a suc cessful imitation of her mistress. Lon don Soectator. "o Excuse. Guest (angrily) Your charge for three days' board is outrageous a regular swindle, sir. Hotel Proprietor You must remem ber that hotel charges are not based on what a guest consumes, but on what is provided. The waste of food at hotels is snormous. Guest Then why don't you cook it batter. New York Weeklr. AT SWETTS BAE. PRENTICE MULFORD TELLS ABOUT LIFE ON THE TUOLUMNE. Women Were Scarce, but Black Bottles and Fun "Were Plentiful A legislator Who Served the State and Brought Home a Blue Coat with Brass Buttons on It. Copyrighted by the Author. IIL THINK and hope that these attempts of mine to portray the history of the camps on one California gold bearing river will touch a re sponsive chord in the heart of some old Californian; for the life and incident of the bars I describe reflect in certain respects the life, his tory and incident of hundreds and thou sands of places settled in '49, and per haps abandoned by 'GO, which have now no name or place on the later maps of the state. Your genuine old miner likes to revisit the camp where first he dug for gold, in thought if not in person. It was no common affection they enter tained for these places. If the "boys" moved away to other diggings they had always to make a yearly pilgrimage back, so long as tho camp lasW. So, yearly from Vallecito, thirty miles distant, used Jake Yager to revisit Swett's, and he tramped the whole distance too. What was it that so drew them back? Perhaps the mem ory of the new and exciting life they experienced from '49 say till '58 or '60, with its "ups and downs," its glit tering surprises in the shape of "strikes," its comradeship soon so developed among men who, meeting as strangers, so soon found out each other's better qualities, its freedom from tho restraints of older communities, its honesty and plainness in the expression of opinion, engendered by such freedom. All these thought over and over again during absence brought about that strong desire to see the old bar again, the scene of so much experience and private history. Then tho visitor always met a hearty welcome. He was an old "residentor. " Cabin own ers contended for the pleasure of enter taining him. No wives or families were in the way. Conviviality was uninter rupted. If a black bottle could be produced it could be worshiped undisturbed until long past midnight. And such was al ways produced on the return of the old acquaintance. When the 'boys" at last tumbled into their bunks and smoked a nightcap pipe abed there was no wife in special charge of husband to molest or make them afraid or disturb their in ternal peace by reason of her near pres ence. Those were the golden seasons of masculine dofaistic tranquillity on the banks of the TnoT" d. Woman never disturbed the bar yl.per rrfth her pres ence. It was alwayj? a masculine bar, at least on the right bank of th river. On tho left, at a later date, on a flat, where I enjoyed the privilege of digging for next to nothing for tvo j'ears, there did live for a time three foreign house-' holds glorified by woman's presence. But this was after tho pal;u3' days of Swett's Bar proper, right bank. 1 have heard that Swett's Bar was named after John Swett, once superin tendent of public instruction n Cali fornia. If so, ho never there left ay relics or reminders of himself net even a grammar, bwetts lies equidistant frnTn l-Trm-Vinc' n nrl TnrTinn Vin?-3 last I passed throngh it the floods , " , washed out every trace of man's ' ence on one side of the river, leav there an enormous heap of logs L, 3 urusnwoou. u. no Dar proper nau DC ood. The bar proper had b! ed down by the flood, every hc"j rider heap, or heap of "heat-i r "foilinTcr " rT flirt iftrtT Tifa Inr smoothed or bow! ings" or "tailings," or the deep pit3 dufc, and laboriously kept free of water by machinery, or heavily rock freighted crib of logs, the work of miners in the river's bed, had been planed away. The peb bles and bowlders had all been rear ranged, the sands were smooth, white and glistening as though "fresh from the Creator's hands," and none save those conversant with the rivers history could have guessed that every foot of the bank adjoining the river had been turned over and over again in the search for gold. We elected one member of the legis lature from Swett's. When he left the Bar he distributed his cabin, blankets, and household effects among the remain ing miners. He confidently thought never to need these articles again. That "was as great a miscalculation as when a Swett's Bar or any other bar miner would resolve and swear violently that never again would he "strike a pick" in the river. Wo came to regard such an oath with a superstitious credulity that he certainly would strike such pick again, for never did such a case occur in my recollection but that tho mad resolver was back next season, ignoring his vow and sinking his pick on some claim gen erally poorer than the one he worked the season previous. So at the end of four months, after cumbering the law books of the state of California with statutes, whose very existence wa3 forgotten eight months after their passage, our Swettfe Bar legislator was seen one even ing corning down the hill bearing in one hand two whisky bottles tied together by on string one being empty and the othernlL "Silver and gold have I none," said he. as be came to my cabin door, "but what I have give I unto thee," which hs did. N nt day came his trunk. The prindpa accessions to the legislative wardrobswere three new shirts and a blue coa- with brass buttons. That the sesskn, I think, of IS59 was known as the legislature of 10,000 drinks." Oar lawn aker said it had been the "star winter7 f his existence, and he never expected fx see sach another. Three days aftet his arrival at the Bar he bor rowed a psijf blankets, "cabined' wita mm a chum and contentedly resumed his pick and shoveL Did Cincinnatns do more when lie buckled once more to the plow? But our Swett's Bar Cincinnatua was never hunted for to save his coun try. There were too many other coun try savers on hand, even in oar imme diate locality. Generally speaking, Swetf s was di vided in two portions. There was the old bar on the right bank of the river, settled in '49, and there was the flat on the other side, whose golden store was not discovered until 1859. At tempts were made to give this flat a dis tinct name. Various settlers and miners craved the immortality which they sup posed might thus be conferred. For a time it was called "Frazer's Flat," from a diabolical Scotchman of that name who lived there. Only one of these names would stick, and finally everybody set tled down on the old appellation, "Swett's." I do not believe that John Swett, if he did confer his name on the bar, ever realized the local fame and reputation of his name. When first we struck th diggings at Swett's left bank we had great expectations. It was a later discovery, a "back river channel.'' Consequent on the discovery of pay ground 1,000 feet back of the river, and the definite fixing of the boundary lines between the various claimants, there ensued the usual series of disputes, rows, bad blood, assaults and threatened shoot ings. Nobody was shot. Not even a mining lawsuit came of it. A local capitalist threw a flume across the river, and brought to bear on the flat the upland muddy water, which came down from Columbia diggings, twenty five miles away, through Wood's creek. That flume was being talked of, being planned, being hoped for and very grad ually being erected during the years of '59 and '60, while the rest of the na tion was agitated by "Bleeding Kan sas," "John Brown," "Squatter Sover eignty," "The Douglas Party," "The Lit tle Giant" and all that foreboding series of watchword and motto which preceded "The War." But the Swetf s Bar mind, The Swett's Bar hope, the Swett's Bar expedition, was concentrated principally on a wire cable, two uprights on either side of the river, and some 400 feet of rough wooden flume thereby supported, all of which was to bring us water to wash out the expected gold. At last the suspension flume was finished. We had water. We commenced washing. The dirt did not pay as we expected. We averaged week in and week out about three dollars per day, and one dollar of this went for water money. After the suspension flume was fin ished and water was on onr Flat our claim cleaned up for the first week's work about fifty dollars apiece. Wo used quicksilver plentifully in the sluices, and the amalgam was taken to my cabin in a gold pan and put on the hot coals to drive off tho mercury, which itdid, andsalivated the four of us besides. The sublimated mineral covered walls, tables and chairs with a. fine frostlike coating, and on rubbing one's finger over any surface a little globule of quicksil ver would roll up before it. Then we went to Chinese camp and gave the doc tor about half our individual week's dividends to get the mercury out of us. Three weeks of sore mouths and loosened teeth followed this intelligent exposure. It was through such experiences as these that wo have become in California prac tical mineralogists. However, it's an easy way of taking "blue mass." The claim from which great gains had been expected eventually settled down to an average of $2.50 to 3 per day. Break downs of the flume, failure of water from up country, very stormy weather, building and repairing reser voirs, cutting tail races through rock all caused numerous delays, and every such delay lessened the average per diem. It was necessary to build reser voirs, to store the water for washing, and these reservoirs broke with t&e ease and facility of a Bowery savings bank. Prentice Mulford. General Sherman' Turkey Story. General William Tecumseh Sherman term good stories. "When I was with the army in Georgia a slavft ier one Christinas missed a fat Fiv ' TT.suspected a fine looking col- .VVWooredman.ana mm uroub oeiurB " 'You have stl m? turkey Md eaten it,' said the irate ma;te' ,. . " Tse not gwine to W J dldn fc whea you says I did, massa,' " 'I ought to do somatmno to yotL What have you to say why.1 should not punish you?" "'Well, massa, you han't los any thing particular. You Eee, you. nave a dittle less turkey and a good deal more higger.' "And the master had to acknowledge ne philosophy of the slave and let hirn B unpunished." Chicago Times. Important 1 True. Here is a prodigiously tall story sent to us by a yoang subscriber: "A gentle man tn Rosario was once attacked by Pampa Indians. There were seven of them ajid he had only his six shooter, with fiv ehots from which he succeeded in laying low the same number of his assailants. He had then one charge left, and the remaining two men were ad vancing toward him. "Quick as thought he opened his pocket knife, held it up in front of the pistol barrel, with the sharp edge of the blade toward him, and fired. The knife split the bullet in halves, each half killing one of his foes, and the hero thus saved his scalp. This i3 his own account of the affair." Buenos Ayres Standard. In Ills Proper Plac. "It was only a lark, sir." pleaded a youthful delinquent, in extenuation of a foolish trick he had played on a confiding friend. "Only a lark, ehT said the former rti pendary magistrate for the itanchester division of Lancashire. "WelL we have a cage for larks, into which 1 shall put you for seven days." London Tit-Bits. The Dublin and Wrightsvill railroad, extending a distance of nineteen miles between two Georgia towns, has bee called the "cheapest railroad in tha world." It was boil: and equipped for $4,000 a mile and has earned 40 percent. a year. There is a law on the statute bocks of Massachusetts requiring that any person finding property to thsvalaa of three dollars or more shall have the same re corded at the office of the town or aty Children Cry for Pitcher's Castork: j r2 122 222 - wQeSStT bid. but Jm mBr don't - procure illustrations any are needed. When a satis factory advertisement has been produced we will furnish proofs and an electrotyped pattern to be used in duplicating the advertisement if the display or illustration make an electrotype desirable. ( I ( Address Geo. P. Rowell & Co., Newspaper Advertising Bureau, io Spruce St N. Y. SCALE BOOKS! THBEE FORM& STA2TDAHD, HOWE AOT FAIEBAXKS! When ordering state WHAT form ! Wanted. L. C. JACKSON Wholesale and Retail Dealer In all kinds of Anthracite and Bituminous Coal AND : ALL : KIXDS : OF : BUILDIXG : 3LATERIAL. Main Office -112 Booth Fourth Avenne, Branch Ofllce 13S IS'ortn Main Btr Yards connected with all raltroadu in the cltx THE WICHITA EAGLE M. M. Murdoch X Sro.f rroprietors. All kinds of connty, township and school district records and blanks. Leal blanks of erery des cription. Complete stock of Justice's docket and blanks. Job printing of all kinds. Wo bind law and medical journals and magazine periodicals of nil kinds at prices as low na Chicago and evr York, nad g uaranteo work just as good. Orders sent by mail will ba carefully attended to. Address all business t R. P. MUKDOCK, OLIVER BROS., -DZXUCK3 IX- LUMBER. WICHITA, KANSAS. Yards at Wichita, Mayfleld. Welllnc ton, Harper. Attica, Garden Plnln. Anthony, Arkansas City, Andale aud Haven J. P. ALLEN, Druggist. Ewryttdfig Kept in a Fusfclass Drug Store 108 BAST DOUGLAS AYJ3. WICHITA, - - - KAN. REAL ESTATE AGENTS. 7 carry ,coisplat Una of ftlUMada r Bo't and 313tariA nnHmt br IMMtUimti conlttnat;ai.MonMt. AbfNMk, ftJct BooJB. Hot BMks. 4at jUgUterc. Btmrr Public Jitcarli sd EU&k. Gntrict fcJk. Fct Ufi KstX Book tar Vmrm &4 Cltr ToyrrY. '-c Or- Ur ill zrom&lr tttAaded t. AC&rnM THE WI0EITA EAGLE, WJcaiTA. KAXSAA MISSOURI :-: PACIFIC RATTA7AY. The popular Tontn f JCansai Cltr, At. LuU and Cklcaeo and all Points) Eat aad Vwrfk aUo to Hot Springs, Arfc., Kir Orloaas, Florida, and all points Ssatk a&A SsatasasL B0LID BAUT TEAHT3 -Brrwxs-f- SL Louis, Kansas City, Pueblo and Denver, Pullman Buffet Sleeping Cars -Tia. TKX- COLORADO SHORT LINE Tha Shorto Knit t JK. Lls, 5-DAILY TRAINS-5 TAXBAB 0ITT T0IT. LOUa PKllmaa Bafftt SlecytB Casta. Vr aUsdlalBC Cfcaftr Can, si. C. TOWNftSMQ. your Hus'ness' s advertise If you know how to, write to us and we will tell you. We will prepare your advertisement or give you advice and assistance to aid you in preparing it your self. We will have the advertisement set in type and y SPECIAL. Our Scale 13ooks are Printed on Good Paper. JP2UC.E ZIST: BinffleBoot .-. ....$ 73 Three Books. 2 00 Six Books 3 IS Single Book by mall, prepaid U5 Address, THE WICHITA EAGLE, Wichita, iCc.nsan. J R. P. MURPOCK, Business Manager. ' 3r"OnlrbrinaIlpronipt'rtteodlt MM Business Manager. M vr ltt. Pim. C A WaUer. Creator. A W OHtt. VtcPrit 111 KratD-r. am; cUicr Wichita National Bank. PATI UP CAPITAL. BUHPLU8. - $280,000 fi 0.060 DXBEOTOItSt ton. 8. T. Tnttlo. X. V. MsrUadr. fr. Ti lci.r. Jeha DarlUMia. J-O. RuUu. Do a General Ban7Aj9, CoIUcHny and Brokerage Jtiurincsi. Eastern and Pocnlgn Exahaaira Douk'Ul ami. com. Uniid Mtatoii banUtt of all dciuominatkmji tou ifbt atiti sola d jIUlllclDftl County, Township an bonds bvuigbt. E.R. PowjelIv rrt. O. w. LAnmcB V.frai. CE. 1'Hi.iK. AntluUic Fourth National Bant WICHITA , KANSAS. PAID UP CAPITAL, BUHPLU3, - J 00.000 10.000 DIMECTORSi J. T. CmptelL Z. n. JowUv O. r. l 0ctr ?&, B. O. Gr.TM. aim Utrcck. J Lrtso a LxsAnn. Pt6Sl. 3.7.AU.VX, ViMpnolaat. XD.Bxxyrai w.e. Lirrvarrur. A M.it; C&t&l State National Bank. OF WICHITA, KAN. CAPITAL, SURPLUS.- 1100,00 68.0OO DLBECTOSS: Jots B. Ctt. 0rr Vf. "WiUtrrTV, F. Or, 3. J All's, Kt V.zrt.J. H. AHm.F. T. 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