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TOPEKA STATE JOURNAL, SATURDAY EVENING, OCTOBER 27. 1900 16 NEXT TO HO The only place to eat in the city is the 4 4 OPEN DAY 4 Tele. 626. ooooooooocwoooooooooo TH'E NRT 2 No Better Location in the City of Topeka. CHAS. 1. WOOD, Prop. J THE COPELAND, J. C. aORDON, Owner, 1 Located in the Xew Easiness Center. I O40O40OO4040O04O4OO ' ---- Hotel Oxford and Restaurant, f I 1: C One o o Meal Tickets, $3.25 per week. Our Sunday Dinners 25c AS?- New Location. New Cutter. New Goods. 716 IJansas A7cnuc- me i . -5 AND NIGHT. C. L. SCOTT, Prop. 726 Kansas Ave. DO YOU MAKE TOPEKA? THE NATIONAL HOTEL ANNEX. Since annexing the Walker Building to the National Hotel I am prepared to accommodate the best trada coming to Topeka. COMMERCIAL MEJ TAKE NOTICE. I have added 18 new large, light and commodious rooms to the National over half this number are especially ar ranged for Sample Rooms. The best and most convenient place for the commercial man TO SHOW GOODS Is the National Hotel. It will pay you to stop at Ninth Street aud Kansas Avenue. Oanager and Proprietor. Cuislae Unsurpassed. Strictly First-Class la Every Respect. A Famous Hostelry. Rates, i per day and Block from State Eonse, Topeka, Kas. o-s-o ooo-c c oooooo o FR1K LOAG, Manager. 526-528 Kansas Avenue, TOPEKA, KANSAS. o o t o Lunch Counter in Connection. OPEN DAY AND NIGHT. Half Block From Postoffice. All Cars Pass tbe Oxford. Fifth Avenue Hotel Topeka, Kansas. A. T. PIGG, Proprietor. CENTRALLY LOCATED. j $1.25 per day. J Across Street From Postoffice. Story of Backy Blacktail EFrom the Chicago Record. Bucky Blacktail was born and spent tha first few months of his life on the mountains far up above the Teton canon in the very western part of Wyoming. At first he was mostly four long and wabbly little legs that supported a timid little body. When he was two months old his body was filled out until his legs did not look quite so long, and they were no longer wabbly, but very firm and springy andv graceful. His dark, reddish-brown coat looked like satin, and it was covered with white spots that made it look like royal apparel. He had large, handsome brown eyes, and alto gether he was as pretty a little creature as ever romped around the mountain side. But he did not know that he was handsome. He simply knew that he was very happy while he played around his mother or when he was sleeping under some secluding bushes while she went away to feed. One day he was sleeping In this man ner when he was awakened by a sharp report. He had never heard such a sound, but it frightened him. He lay quietly under his clump of laurel and listened and wished that his mother would return. She did not return; but he lay very still, without moving from his hiding place, just as she had told him when she left him. Finally he heard another sound different from anything he had ever heard before. Some large animal was hunting around the bushes, and he heard it say: "That doe I just got sure ly has a kid around here somewhere. If I can find him I'll take him home for my boys." Bucky did not understand the words, but he heard the man talking and call ing to another man, and all the while the talker was coming nearer to the clump of laurel under which the poor little fellow was hiding. Pretty soon his trembling heart almost stood still as he heard the man call, '"Here he is!" and he saw the cruel creature that had killed his mother peering at him through the bushes. Bucky was certain that his mother's command not to move from the spot did not apply then; the little curled-up spotted brown ball straightened up into a thoroughly frightened little deer, and how his springy legs did take him fly ing up over the rocks and through the , bushes away from the man! I He heard the men hunting for him again, but he kept on running until he was so far up on the mountainside that they could not find him. There he re mained all night, hungry and cold, not daring to move from the bushes where he was hidden. The next day he made his way back tr the snot where his mother left him or. nsiitefl there, houinsr that she would come back, for he did not know that she was dead. Along in the afternoon he saw the same man that had so mgni ened him the day before, and away be fled up over the mountain again. That night he was colder and hungrier than ever. In the morning ne aw au-!,..,- r,-,rvtVior- flwr with her fawn, and he went up to them, hoping that he might get something to eat, but the mother struck him with her sharp hoofs and would not ever let her baby play with him. That day his legs were more wabbly than when he first tried to use them. He was so weak from hunger that he could scarcelv stand. In his desperation he picked and chewed some leaves as he had seen his mother do. He was so hunery they tasted good. He ate more of them and when he curled up under a bush that night Be ien mum The next day he ate more leaves and the soft green ends of twigs. He did not know why, but he did not eat the leaves of laurel ana oiner jjuisui only using them to hide under. Since he found that soft green things would satisfy his hunger, even if they were not as good as milk, he one day tried some bunch grass. But he did not like that so well, and decided to stick to leaves and twigs. So he learned by experience what his mother would have taught him had she lived that deer eat grass only when they, can get no other kind of food, always preferring to browse on leaves and twigs. Bucky soon found that he had many enemies to watch for and that his nose and ears were his most efficient organs for warning him of their approach. When he slept, he accordingly lay with his nose and ears pointed in the direc tion from which the wind blew. One day he awoke just in time to see a coyote sneaking up behind to grab him It was all his nimble legs could do to escape from his swift pursuer. From that he learned another lesson, and thereafter when he slept he lay with his nose pointing quartering to the wind to warn him of the approach of an enemy from that point, while at the same time he could turn his ears to catch the sound of anything coming from the oth er direction. He also acquired the habit of always being on the watch during his waking hours and of walking or running care fully, so as to make as little noise a3 possible. Unless pursued he always stopped every few steps to look and listen. When winter came he sought the south slope of one of thegulches that led up from the Teton canon, where there was plenty of evergreens and other bushes on which to browse. Several other deer planned to winter on the same slope, and when the leaves and branches within reach became scarce they frequently drove him away and prevented his eating until he was almost as hungry as on the days that succeeded the death of hi3 mother. The full grown deer could reach leaves and branches much higher than he, so that they did not fare so badly. He frequently had to gnaw bark or even dig in the frozen ground with his sharp hoofs for roots to appease his hunger. When a crust formed on the deep snow he succeeded in getting to another exposed slope, where he fared better; but when spring came and with the oth er deer he went into the valley, where the first signs of green life were to be found, he was poor and hungry enough. Soon after the snow was gone from the valley, but while it was still in the mountains, he followed down the Teton creek one night far beyond the canon, into Teton basin. There he found wil lows and other shrubs which furnished him good feeding. He followed along the creek for several days without knowing the danger to which he was ex posed from near by ranchers and their dogs, for he was all the time well hidden in the willows. One day he happened to step out into the open near a cabin, when he was in stantly discovered by a rancher, whose dogs started after him, while their mas ter hurried into hi3 cabin for a rifle. As the frightened little fellow went hurry ing across the open valley he hea- d the same kind of a sharp report that he had never forgotten and a bullet went whiz zing past him. But he eluded dogs and bullet and ran for nearly five miles across the open valley until he came to the foothills along Packsaddle creek, over 20 miles from the mountain side where he was accustomed to range. He had another suit of hair then a light brown, with none of the beautiful spots that first marked him. He felt' a prickling and tickling on his head. which he soon learned was caused by his first little spikes of horns, that were begin nine to grow. It was while eluding a coyote along the Packsaddle that he one day learned quite by accident, another trick that h afterward frequently used to throw pur suing animals off the scent by running for a distance In the creek. He spent the summer and winter In the hills along the Packsaddle, in the summer going up as far as possible in to the mountains to escape tbe flies Late In the fall he twice nad to run and dodge to escape the shots of hunters. The next spring he again crossed the valley, ana when summer came he fol lowed the snow line far up on the moun tain above the Teton canon, near where he was born. Karly that spring his little single- spiKe norns aropped off. ana by the mia die of July they were replaced by a pair eacn orancn of which contained two spikes, from which lie rubbed the velvet during August. He had grown large and strong, and would no longer permit the other bucks to drive him from a favorite browsing place without first trying conclusions at a ciasn ot norns. Perhaps he was be coming too vain of his prowess a3 a "self-made" deer and of his ability to take care of himself, so that he became a little careless. He certainly was less wateniui than common one afternoon in October. While he was feeding only a short distance from where his mother was shot he heard the same kind of a sharp report that had startled him so many times during his two and a half years of life, and at the same time he telt a pain in his life fore leg, which dropped under him, broken by a rifle ball. In spite of his crippled condition, on three legs he ran like the wind. He ran tor over 200 yards, until he was crossin a slight ridge, when another rifle shot rang out, and this time there was a stinging pain through his body, and a few feet farther on he fell, unable to rise. Just before he drew his last breath the hunter approached. With his great soft eyes Bucky looked up into me lace or ms slayer, the same face that had peered at him through the laurel so long before the face of the man who Kiuea nis mother. HIS COWBOY RELIGION. Chicago Cor. New Tork Sun. "Instead of leading in the singing of 'Heaven Is My Home' I will now tame Flying Devil, a vicious broncho owned by Brother Smith." This is the way Evangelist William Aiuiien, wno has come to Chicago to point out the errors of the ways pursued by residents, begins his meetings. Rev. Mr. Mullen combines the art of busting bronchos with that of saving wayward souls. He says religion nowadays has to have some side attraction, and the large crowds that he draws lead to the conclusion that he is right. He holds his meetings in the oren air. in places that give him ample scope for his equestrian exhibitions. When he appears upon the platform that Is his pulpit he is not a very mmisterial-look ing figure. He wears a corduroy coat, i sombrero and high-heeled boots. The evangelist offers a prayer, then takes off his coat. A broncho is led up in front of the space reserved for the anxious bench, and the audience is im mediately interested. When the wild horse is tamed and the owner has paid the small fee which which is the only collection taken up, the broncho-bustiug evangelist puts on his coat, wipes his heated brow with his handkerchief and says his topic will be "Going to Hell at a z:zu uait. He has a keen eye and a pleasant face, and when he opens the Bible to read a few verses of Scripture there is not a person in the audience who has the hardihood to walk away before the ser mon. There is something in the preach er's manner that forbids any trifling. His exhibition of what he can do with a horse has caused people to respect him. Mullen was formerly a cowboy, and was once a member of Buffalo Bill's Wild West show. He attended one of Moody's meetings while in the east and became converted. He came to Chicago, and af ter a course of instruction at the Moody Bible institute he began to preach. But he found that men and women are not eager to hear sermons. Advertisements of texts, no matter hovr sensational they happen to be, did not draw crowds. It was necessary t oadd some human inter est outside of that of soul saving, and the horse-taming plan suggested itself. It has proved successful, and it is Mr. Mullen's theory that ministers who de sire to gain a large hearing should pro vide some good attraction to draw those who need converting. COLORADO FLYER. Via "Great Rock Island Route." Leaves Topeka 8:10 p. m., arriving Colorado Springs 10:35, Denver 11:00 o'clock next a. m. Tommy "Pop, what's a philosopher?" Tommy's Pop "A philosopher, my son, is usually a man who hides his dyspep sia under a cloak of wisdom." 5y Cleanses the System Gently and Effectually when. bilious or costive. resents in tlie most aceepta&febrm tie Ii.T3t2'e principles of plants An own to &ct jnost cj7fic-jay. TO GET ITS BENEFICIAL EFFECTS BUY THE GENUINE MANFD. BY CALIFORNIA FIG SYRUPCO. SAN FRANCISCO, CAL. LOUISVILLE . KY. NEW YORK, H.t! For safe By druggists price SO per bottfo. HUMOR OF THE HAY. Ecstatic Papa Here, Johnnie, come ana kiss your new sister. Johnnie (four years old) Nen, paw, win you Duy me a gun; Ecstatic Papa A gun? What for? Johnnie Well, I bet I'll shoot th' nex' stork I see flyin' 'round thi3 house! Ohio State Journal. "That girl Is an enigma!" "No wonder! Her mother was such a mere butterfly!" "Indeed?" "And her rather was a regular lob ster! - Even the smart set, pray observe, are not altogether exempt from the subtle laws or heredity. Detroit Journal. "I was list readin". only yest'day.' said the Man with, the Can, "that the annual beer output wuz wuz I do be lieve I've fergot the Aggers." . "It ain't the output," said the Other Man with the Other Can, "that's a worryin' me as much as the Intake." Indianapolis Press. Angry Politician See here, I've a good notfon to have you arrested for libel! What do you mean by picturing me as you have? Cartoonist But the picture looks like you. Angry Politician I know It does! I know it does! But do I look like a man who likes to look like himself? Balti more American. First Suburbanite I hear that Koo- bin's new bull dug up the ground, broke down the fence and tore nearly every thing to pieces in the barnyard this morning. Second Suburbanite Tes; some fellow went there early and fastened a pair of red spectacles on the animal's eyes. Chicago. Tribune. "My wife." said Mr. Snickers, "is a truly remarkable woman." We all know that," we said; "Dut ao you wish to specify?" Yes, sir. she wrote- and sola a story the other day, and she spent only once the money she expected to receive for it." Harper's Bazar. "Mrs. Strongmind Is a warm advocate of woman's rights, is she not?" "Oh! yes. If she had her way, man would not be eligible for anything more important than the vice presidency." Brooklyn Life. "Is airy letter here fer me?" "Who's you?" "I'm Bill." "An' who's Bill?" "Fer the lan' sake, don't you know me? I'm Bill, that married Susan, that mar ried Tom, that died last harvest, when cotton wuzn't fetchin' enough ter pay fer the pickm', an or Jones shot a nig ger fer stealin' of a mule that wuz lame in one leg an foundered in all four; an ef you hain't got no letter fer me, gim me me a postal card! Atlanta const! tution. Mrs. Banks What do you think of your new neighbors? Mrs. Brooks Well, 1 can't say. Tney moved in when I was down town, and they have their washing done out. Smart bet. T thought you said the war In the Philippines was practically over. "Well?" "Well. I see in the paper this morning that our troops routed a detachment of the enemy and killed 100 of thf-m. 'Mv bov. that makes It still more practically over, doesn't It?" Standard and Timea. Mamma Johnny. I fear you were not at school yesterday. Johnny H'm! I'll bet the teacher told you. A woman can never keep a secret." Tit-Bits. Have you noticed how tall Arty is growing?"asked the fond mother. "Yes," replied the disinterested visitor; "art is long." Came by it Naturally. Visitor What a haughty, overbearing child that little freckle-face is! Teacher It isn t his fault; his mother is a cook and his father the janitor of an apartment house. Brooklyn Life. Marie, did you bring me a present from Paris?" Of course. Harry, and I brought a lot of beautiful things for you to give me on my birthday and ouranniversary." Indianapolis Journal. There." said Mr. Meekton's wife, "I have won four games of cribbage and three of bezique. Well." answered he, "that is as it should be." You haven t beaten me a single game. "I don't care, Henrietta. You know what little things set people talking. I wouldn't for the world have the reputa- ion of a wife-beater. Washington Star. Who Is that quiet. Inoffensive little man' over there in the corner?" Inoffensive? Say. don't you start him up; he's the professor who is master of eight languages." Chicago Record. Clara Papa, the minister 13 down stairs. He said he dropped In to play whist. Witherbv How unfortunate! We are playing poker. He'll break up the game. Clara Shall 1 tell nimv Witherby Heavens, no! The last time he cleaned us out. Detroit Free Press. Roosevelt is making eleven speeches a day out west." 'Yes; when he gets through his cam paign he'll be tired enough to settle down and make a real nice, quiet vice president." Indianapolis Journal. "The only thing," said the passenger in the skull cap, "that can rouse the oters to anything like enthusiasm is he presence of one of the leading can didates. Wherever I go it's the same old story of apathy." 'By George! exclaimed the passenger with the ink sopts on his coat. "Apathy Isn t what s ailing me! "No?" "No. I'm trying to publish a Demo cratic daily paper in Iowa." Chicago Tribune. Suburbanite Why, sir: we have ev erything right here in Lonesnmehurst hat heart could desire or fancy dic tate. New Yorker And still come come to New York twice a week! Suburbanite Well, yes: but onlv to buy luxuries and necessities. Judge. Higgleson They tell me Jordan is a omnambulist." Inskir, The deuce he And he was only yesterdav boasting hat he had always voted the straight icket! Boston Transcript. No Pleasures In City Life. "Pa. let's move In the country: I don't want to live in town." "Why not. Bobby?" Well. pa. ma says if we live here till 'm grown up an' gray-headed she won' lemme keep a pig." Indianapolis Jour nal. In Brooklyn. "Do you want a trans fer?" asked the conductor. "What for " sked the man with the alligator bag. So that you can take another car." No, sir; I have waited twenty minutes for this one, and I propose to hang on to it." Washington Star. .... she (irtley.... Self-Indexing Ledger SAVES HALF THE TIS71E Is complete in itself, and dispensing with an Index, saves the time and inconven ience of handling an extra Book. Opening; an Account Indexes it. MANUFACTURED ONLY BY THE HALL LITHO. CO. General Printers and Office Stationers, 618-624 Jackson Street, TOPEKA. t z z z e are w To say that EAGLE HEALTH BREAK FAST FOOD is made from Kansas wheat, made by Kansas mills, packed by Kansas people. Eagle Health Breakfast Food is good enough to grace the best tables in the land. Use it, and you know that you are using Kansas Wheat. MANUFACTURED BY THE RALSTON YEAST CO. TOPEKA, KANSAS. z at fca 1 , Pi i J ' r i r HiiiHit'tliiWHi.l WE CAN SAVE YOU MONEY ON YOUR PRINTING. US OP. X'ESUEPHOMrE: No. w. v. GAViTT pmrmriG a pudlishig cd., 631-603 E. 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