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THE TOPEKA. DAILY STATE JOURNAL OCTOBER .24, 1912
By FRAXK P. SUCLESNAX.
CEntered July 1. 187E, as second-class
matter at the postoffice at Topeka, Kan,
trnder the act of congress.
VOLUME XXXIV No.
Official State Paper.
Official Paper City of Topeka.
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FXLL LEASED WTJtE REP OUT
OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS.
The State Journal is a member of the
Associated Press and receives the full day
telegraph report of that great news or
ganisation for the exclusive afternoon
publication in Topeka.
The news is received in The State Jour
nal building over wires far this sole pur
Dose. A report comes via Washington
that the situation in Mexico is critical.
Is that any different from what it
has been off and on for two or threo
years?
Present indications are that Jack
Johnson is soon to be counted down
and out, the White Hope having
finally been developed in the strong
arm of the law.
All fiction, even of the dime-novel
variety, was outdone in a restaurant
In St. Louis the other night when a
man and a woman duelled to their
deaths with knives.
More power to the arms of the re
ceivers of the Kansas Natural Gas
company. It did not take them long
to decide on plans that will materially
increase the pas supply.
More evidence that the Turks are
not nearly as fierce fighters as their
looks would indicate is found in the
ease with which the Balkan allies arc
pushing back the sultan's army.
However, the decision of the dining
car superintendents to increase their
receipts by making a special charge
for bread and butter will not bother
the old-fashioned tourists who carry
their eats with them in commodious
lunch baskets.
In the minds of the superstitious,
the results of the election are probably
as good as settled. President Tatt
has been presented with a 6-leaf clover.
The one recently given to Colonel
Roosevelt was only of the 4-leaf vari
ety. And Governor Wilson hasn't any.
If facility at letter-writing was much
of a political asset, the Progressives
in Kansas would always be assured ot
a. victory. And isn't William Allen
White the busy boy in this direction
these days. If the campaign were to
continue much longer, he certainly
wouldn't have any words left for that
new novel he has planned to write.
After Chicago had invested $450,000
in voting machines and had contract
ed to spend an equal sum for addi
tional machines, the supreme court of
Illinois stepped in and decreed that it
would be unlawful to use such ma
chines at the election. But Chicago's
taxpayers are just as complacent easy
marks as are those the country over.
So what's the odds!
If the Women's Home Missionary so
ciety of the Methodist Bpiscopal
church happened to be backing some
political cause, it wouldn't have the
slightest difficulty in raising that fund
of $225,000 it desires to continue its
work along effective lines. The capi
talists of the land would fall all over
themselves in getting their names on
the subscription list.
That impenetrable veil which is said
to conceal the most interesting opera
tions of thi r :an war will be lifted
in a jiffy as soon as the American
war correspondents arrive on the seen".
And if the censors refuse to permit
them to send out the facts concerning
the struggle, they will provide the
reading public with matter just as
interesting, probably more so.
And the news that seven governors
have given endorsement to President
Taft's plan for the establishment of
co-operative banking institutions for
farmers also calls to mind the fact
that the famous society of seven gov
ernors who egged Mr. Roosevelt into
becoming a presidential candidate for
a third term has been in a state of
innocuous desuetude for some time.
Isn't it a trifle strange that me.i
who are willing to run for office oh
the Republican ticket in Kansas make
campaign speech after campaign speech
without even so much as mentioning
the Republican party? They are ask
ing for votes because of their adher
ence to the new Progressive party and
its principles, but they expect to get
these votes through the medium of the
Republican ticket.
At last there seems to be a good
joke on some of the famous European
scientists. They have expressed posi
tive opinions that "cave painting,"
recently unearthed in Wales, belongs
to the Aurig-nacian age of some 18,000
years ago. Less scientific investigations
appear to prove that this supposedly
marvellous memento of prehistoric
man is nothing more than some rough
daubs of paint applied by a boatman
some 18 years ago.
BULGARIA THE KEYSTOXE.
The fate of the Turks in the war
now in progress will be determined
by the outcome of the battles between
the troops of the sultan and the
forces of Bulgaria. There will be
much bitter and bloody fighting in
the mountains on the border of Mon
tenegro. It has already cost many
lives on both sides. Important en
gagements w-ill take place between
Servian and Turkish troops, and the
Greeks will give and take their share
of the hard blows struck. But Bul
garia will be the key of the situa
tion. This is made certain by the size and
strength lof the Bulgarian army. It
is larger than the combined forces of
Servia, Greece and Montenegro, count
ing only trained soldiers in every
country. If the Tut ks can defeat the
Rll lirn rin Tl a titnr 'ill trvn !
strosg lor the allies as a whole. If
they can break the Bulgarian lines
and overrun Bulgaria they will hard
ly be stopped except by the great
powers of Europe.
On the other hand, if the Bulgars
can hold their frontier or force their
way into Turkish territory and stay
there, it ought then to be compara
tively easy for Servia, Greece and
Montenegro to clear the country
southwest of Bulgaria and south of
Servia and aid the Bulgarian army in
driving the Ottoman forces back
toward Constantinople. At the outset
the scene of action is much nearer the
sultan's capital on the Bulgarian
frontier than it is anywhere else. The
Turks feels that there is their chief
and most imminent danger and there
they are using their strongest army.
For these reasons it is necessary to
watch the course of events on the
borders of Bulgaria to ascertain how
the war is progressing. It may be fierce
and thrilling in other regions, but the
crucial test will come somewhere be
tween Adrianople, the Turkish strong
hold on the road from Bulgaria to
Constantinople, and Sofia, the Bul
garian capital.
MKDICIXES IX GAXDY.
" 'Hurran!' cries the schoolboy, and
he shouts with glee."
Xo, it is not, as the poem in the old
reader phrased it, over the coming of
the first snow. It is the dawn of taste
less medicines that is back of his joy.
Going are the horrors of sulphur and
molasses, that always tasted like
sweetened grit. Going, .too, the gag
ging and grimaces when castor oil was
administered by loving but heroic
mothers. Going is all the agony at
tendant on ooses of quinine and sen
na and wormseed. Faith, the matter
is so inviting that grown-ups can
cheer lustily, too, in the joy of their
emancipation. i
Don't start in to make the welkin
ring, this very minute, though. This
is one of the "not yet but soon" re
forms. It will come just as soon as
the wisely mercantile chemists can
carry out the formulas which Profes
sor Bernard Fantus, of the College of
Physicians and Surgeons, in Chicago,
gave to the world in the columns of
the last Journal of the American Mel
ical association. In that article he de
clared that "ancient medicine was
nasty" and then proceeded to point
out how fully twenty of the most
nauseous remedies could be made as
agreeable as candy, by the use of his
formulas.
In his experiments Professor Fan
tus has turned his back on the milk
sugar which has heretofore been used
as a base in medicine and has adopted
th cane sugar of every-day . life. By
this change End the helpful assistance
of a friendly disposed confectioner, he
has made tablets which even the war
iest child would take without ques
tion.
Once Du Maurier, as great a novel
ist with his drawing pencil as he was
with his pen, drew a picture of two
children confabing. The earnest one,
mindful of past treachery, solemnly
warned the other. "If nursie asks you
if you want a spoonful of nice, nice
jelly, don't take it."
The Fantus tasteless candies:
though, will not bring about such un
canny wisdom. On the contrary, chil
dren may really cry for them.
EPIDEMICS AXI) PUBLICITY.
Communities in which epidemic
diseases prevail sometimes attempt to
conceal the facts. This short-sightud
policy is adopted under the erroneous
idea that concealment will do the
community no harm and will prevent
damage to business and other inter
ests, but that knowledge of an
epidemic will reflect on the commun
ity in various injurious ways, Buffalo
and Los Angeles, during the past sum
mer, have had epidemics of infanKi-j
paralysis; notwithstanding the unsat
isfactory experience of San Francisco
a few years ago in regard to the con
cealment of plague, a few misguidel
business men, politicians, and unfor
tunately, a few physicians, opposed
the efforts of the health departments
in promptly suppressing the epidemic,
wishing to resort to the old exploded
method of concealment of conditions.
Concerning this. Public Health Re
ports of September 20 has the follow
ing comment:
"During the course of the out
breaks in both Los Angeles and Buf
falo there was an effort on the part
of certain residents to belittle the im
portance of the epidemics and the
active measures being taken by thtf
health departments, wiiji especial re
ference to the publicity being given
regarding the presence of the dis
ease and the number of cases occut
ring. However, in neither case did
this prove a material embarrassment
to the health authorities, who received
earnest support of both the practicing
physicians and the citizens in general.
. "The impression that publicity re
garding such matters injures munici
pal interests is based on a fallacy.
The existence of an epidemic cannot
be concealed very long, and the ab
sence of franknes in regard to the sit
uation under these conditions pro
duces a fear and suspicion that U
takes some time to overcome.
"There is nothing that inspires so
much confidence in the ability of a
community to cope with a sanitary
problem as frankness and honesty at
all times in stating existing condi
tions. It shows that the community
has the situation in hand and that it
has sufficient confidence not to be
afraid to inform others as to what
Is going on. The ethics of conceal
ment of epidemic conditions is of
course indefensible."
JOURNAL ENTRIES
Nor is it often the case that a real
choice cigar is given away.
Refuting to take "no" for an answer
is also another easy way to become
unpopular.
Some people waste a lot of gray
matter figuring out what they'd do in
certain emergencies.
While the foolish man waits for op
portunity to knock at his door, his
wiser and more successful neighbor has
been out hunting for it.
If there was a way by which men
could get the necessities and the good
things of life without working for them
it would have been discovered Ions
ago.
JAYHAWKER JOTS
This is a great season for working,
reports Keith Clevenger. Even the
cider is working.
Henry Luck, who was arrested re
cently at Kanapolis for horse-stealing,
didn't have much.
The position a man gets away from
home, points out the Oakland Blade,
is never as good as his folks say it ?s.
The Dickinson County News sug
gests for a Bull Moose emblem, par
ticularly suited for Kansas: The dou
ble cross.
As Hum Dinger, of the Newton
Kansan-Republican says: We can't all
be cracker jacks. Some of us have to
be all-day suckers.
A revised version by the East Beav
er Valley correspondent of the Hern
don Nonpareil: "The frost is on the
pumpkin" so get your fodder shocked.
A lawyer is always looking out for
the costs of his client declares th-j
Lincoln Sentinel, until it comes to his
own fees and tiien he knows no limits,
Up to the time a boy is 17 or 1
years old, says the Troy Chief, he
thinks his dad is the smartest man on
earth. After that time he thinks the
old man is the second smartest man
on earth.
Hanch Glover is quoted by the How
ard Courant as having said: "The
brave deserve the fair, all right; but
it is usually the coward who is afraid
to run and make his get-a-way that
has to take 'em and support 'em."
It often happens, says the Norton
County News, that the man whose an
cestors came over in the Mayflower
goes to Europe in a cattle boat, anil
that the man whose father crossed in
steerage goes over a first- class sa
loon passenger.
Editor Duval of the Norton Courier
concludes a polite request for his de
linquent subscribers to pay up with
the following jingle, partially express
ed in sign language: As we pass up or
down Through country or town. -There's
no friend so true As a $ or
$$.
GLOBE SIGHTS
BT THE ATCHISON OLOBEL
Why is it that little people want to De
the most important?
How carefully the barber combs your
hair the wrong way!
There is a good deal in knowing when
to quit, but some people know it too weh.
It takes almost as much money to carry
a stock of meats now as it does a stocit
of jewelry.
A boy who has an old man's way Isn't
very healthy; neither is an old man, as a
general rule.
A conscience is a great institution, but
don't forget that fear of getting caugl-.t
also helps some.
Time teaches many lessons, including
the fact that fhe clove Is no disguise for
a beery breath.
So often you hear a butterfly say some
thing like this: "Of course. Father stayed
at home."
Neither should a girl take great inter
est in powder puffs until she loses her
zest for dolls.
There are so many mean dispositioni,
that most of the horrors are exaggerate-!
a good deal.
Although comparatively thoughtless,
most people have figured out who pays
the deliveryman.
You are used to monotony, but think
how prison life must pall on an adventur
ous bank robber.
POi: TED PARAGRAPHS.
Frora the Chicago News.
Self-neglect is worse than self-love.
Sometimes a woman's face is her hus
band's misfortune.
Beware of a meek looking man or muls.
It may not last.
Many a fool man commands respect dv
merely looking wise.
Most people who live according to their
convictions are convicts.
No matter how good a cigar may be It
is sure to meet Its matcn.
Many a married man spends the rest of
his days wondering why he did it.
Perhaps a girl's red hair is for the pur
pose of keeping her temper warm.
If this old world was what it ought to
be the reformers would be out of a job.
Most people manage to get stuck on
themselves without the aid of any ad
hesive. The probable explanation Is that Methu
saleh lived before patent medicines were
Invented.
But when a friend tells you something
for your own good it's a sign that tt.e
pleasure will be all his.
The microbe of insanity is said to at
tack only the brain; therefore It stands
to reason that most of us are immune.
I
REFLECTIONS OF A BACHELOR.
fFrom the New York Press.
A girl catches a man by making him
th4nk he is catching her.
The best way for a girl to daub color
on her cheeks is with a mustache.
If. instead of walking, a woman wad
dles she knows she does it gracefully.
It's a pity it isn't against the law to
save money for then everybody would
do it.
There's a kind of man who can pooh-
pooh Cromwell and Napoleon because I
they didn't have steam beat. J
BY THE WAY
BT HARVKT PARSONS.
The eneravine: on the Roosevelt
certificate is almost as good as that
on a gold certificate, but the real value
of the Roosevelt certificate may best
be ascertained by trying to pay for a
cheese sandwich with one.
As a rule, the surgeon is not con
tent with taking the case, but he wants
to tinker with he works.
When Tip Thatcher got married,
he announced that he would rule his
own ho.'ie or know the reason why.
He has compromised on knowing the
reason why.
The greatest difference between an
old fool and a young one is that the
old one has been at it longer.
Lives of professional politicians re
mind us that there is a vast difference
between a job and a job of work.
Friend R. C. suggests that the
Greeks who are chasing Moslems
should.be pinched for promoting the
Turkey trot.
However, the latest reports indicate
that it is no longer a trot but a fast
lcpe.
Reformers may get some consola
tion out of the epidemic of holdups in
Kansas City. The victims might have
spent their money for Demon Rum
arvway.
What has become of the old fash
ioned vaudeville team tramp with
red nose and one tooth and cop with
a yard of inflated bike tube for a club?
We observe that our late friend
Ponce has a regular job now. He is
playing center on the University Kan-
san team.
Now that the pipe line is in the
hands of a receiver, let us hope that
we will g,et more gas and less wind.
Sometimes a geek brags about the
fact that he always calls a spade a
spade when the fact is that his
vocabulary is so limited he can't think
of a synonym.
It is a feverish and futile life that
is governed by bugaboos. The habit
of accepting fear of reboding for
actuality is an insidious form of in
sanity that may not get you locked up,
but it will spell ruin, just the same.
He who fears to attempt never at
tains. The form of opposition, multi-
plied ten times by his cowardice, be
i comes to him a huge and grisly ogre
while others find it but a stimulating
foil. Opposition has not defeated him,
but his fear of opposition has. The
habit of substituting fear for the fact
has undone millions.
They who cower in the shadow of
misfortune have grappled to them
selves with hooks of steel the greatest
misfortune of all utter helplessness.
Having assumed that they are unable
to manhandle the evil that threatens,
they have magnified it until they suffer
pangs out of all proportion to the real
ity. They have not learned and are
not likely to learn, that there is noth
ing so impalpable as , hard luck and
that evil grappled with is evil subdued.
Fear has conquered where the fact
could have been overcome.
Most of our troubles ate imaginary.
Nine-tenths of them fade when faced.
To shrink from them is to surrender, to
increase them beyond their actual pow
er to harm. For he that fears sets his
body and brain against each other,
and the end is moral and mental dilapi
dation. (Copyright, 1912 by the MeClure
Newspaper Syndicate.)
Singing Ih Not Declining.
I notice that Mme. Sembrich has stated
that the art of singing is on the decline,
but I believe that in making this state
ment she is speaking from her own point
of view as a coloratura soprano. Just as
Mr. Frank Da mroKchi in l-ili ror.n int..
I spoke from his point of view as a teach
er, l snouid like to express myself in mv
capacity as a dramatic soprano.
I do not believe that the art of singing
is declining because of emphasis on dra
matic interpretation. A singer is not a
creator, but an interpreter, and she is
compelled to Interpret that which com
posers have written and which enlight
ened public opinion has found acceptable
A singer and her stvle must he mnrHf
by the epoch in which she lives. The
forms in which "Traviata and "Lucia"
are written would not be used by the
composers of today. These operas will
be revived but less and less frequently
as the modern style of operatic composi
tion gets a firmer hold on the attention
and tastes of the public. This is what I
think Mme. Sembrich really means by
the decline of singing.
But to my mind these operas are worth
prolonged and arduous study, not as an
end but as a means. The end should le
to apply the art of bel canto gained uy
that study to the singing of modern dra
matic music. This training corresponds
to the training in classic literature given
our young men in the universities. Of
suchi lack of proper schooling for o ir
singers we have had many tragic exam
ples of late in Europe, where audiences
have impulsively tended to forgive defi
ciencies in operatic singing if they are
counterbalanced by vigorous and persua
sive acting. But these singers cannot las:
without bel canto. The art of bel canto
will survive because artists cannot sur
vive without It. It Is necessary for the
selt-preservation of the singer, if nothing
more.
A few years ago LIHi Lehman and AI.
Jean do Reszke proved that the art of be:
canto could be applied to Wagner, and I
myself believe that the art of bel canto
can. ought and must be applied to tne
most "modern" operas, the composers of
which seem to regard the voice as an or
chestral instrument combinable with the
others.
We must bear In mind that the art of
singing is not empirical. The laws that
govern correct singing were found OJt
long ago. and form the only method of
singing that exists. There is neither an
Italian method nor a French method, nor
even a modern method; there is just the
right method. There is no need to Imagii.e
that because a singer Is forced to adapt
herself to the kind of opera of the time,
and because the full resources of the
voice are not exploited as such, the art
of singing has died out. Letter In tho
New York Times.
VAFFYDILS
BY VS. KOALL.
If the Giants started a laundry would
they clean up the Sox?
(Officer!! Dust off the electric chair? j
When the fog horn blows why don't
the Armour Institute?
(Get out the bloodhounds! There goes
the boob that put the toe in toast.)
If the prisoners in a jail divided
into rival factions w-ith which one would
the homocide?
(Aw, take the handcuas off! I won't
run away.)
f SAYS UNCLE GAV
PIXY WOOD.
The vat-like cups of the fungus, filled
With the rain that fell last night.
Are tuns of wine that the elves distilled
For revels the moon did light.
The owlet there with her "Who-oh-who,"
And the frog with his "All is right,"
Could tell a tale if they wanted to
-r wnat took place last night.
In that hollow beech, where the wood de
cays. Their toadstood houses stand,
A little village of drabs and grays.
Cone-roofed, of fairy-land.
That moth, which gleams like a lichen
there.
Is one of an elfin band
That whisks away if you merely dare
To try to understand.
The snail, which slides on that mush
room's top,
And the slug on its sleepy trail.
Wax fat on the things the elves let drop
At feast in the moonlight pale.
The whippoorwill, which grieves and
grieves,
If it would, could tell a tale
Of what took place here under the leaves
Last night on the Dreamland Trail.
The trillium there and the May-apple.
With their white eyes opened wide, .
Of many a secret sight could tell
If speech were not denied:
Of many a pixy revelry
And rout on which they've spied,
With the hollow tree, which there, you
see,
Opens its eye-knots wide.
Madison Cawein, in the Century.
THE EVENING STORY
Heart of Joy.
(By Maude J. Perkins.)
Joy drew rein at the dip of the butte
above Bon Ami ranch. She would
have to pass it on the way down to
Ripping Ford, or take a roundabout
trail that would land her in town at
night.
Back at the home ranch lay Piute
Joe with a fractured shoulder and his
ribs ripped like shavings. It was the
aftermath of a steer fight. And while
she didn't particularly care for Piute
or his code of life, he was too good a
foreman to let die without even a run
ning chance. So while her father had
sworn and tried to pacify Piute with
frequent applications of rye extract,
Joy had saddled Babe and ridden after
a doctor.
Down near the bars she could see
Steve. He was bridling a pony and
whistling. Babe cocked her ears, and
whinnied shrilly, nosing the air.
Steve looked up, and waved his hat
in the air in swift salute, and Joy
dug her little high heels in the mare's
sides.
She would show him that she had
no intention whatever of carting at
the Bon Ami. She gathered the rein
short and Babe merely danced and
twirled, then headed on a run for
the corral. In front of the bars she
stopped short.
Steve came slowly toward them, nis
eyes full of keen enjoyment of the
situation. Joy was scolding the pony
and punching her with her knees, but
Babe never stirred. Instead sne weni
further, and played the traitor out
right by nosing out to Steve as he '
neared them. !
Then Jov lost her temper. She
would not stand there and allow him
to talk to her. Rising in the stir
rups she lashed Babe for the first
time. . Babj danced lightly laid ner
ears bnck anri took her medicine, but
stood her ground. (
Did you want her to go along,
Joy?" asked Steve.
Do you think I d turn in nere or
my own free win, Mteve carieret r
flashed back Joy. "I'm going to
town, and U.ok the short cut.
Pretty late for a town trip tonight.
girl. Anything wrong?"
Joy hesitated, her face turned trom
him. She didn't want his help or ad
vice. Doc Cassidy's1 here now. Just hap
pened along, and I thought if you
needed him "
Oh, we do." Joy forgot her own
anscer at tne rememDrance or mat
agonized figure stretched out on the
bunk at home. "Piute's been gored
by a steer. Father's afraid he's all in
this time."
Piute's an awfully disturbing party
to he doing any favors for, said
Steve, carelessly. "I hope that steer
ain't got in ahead of me. I'd like to
finish Piute myself."
"Why?" Stormy and bitter Joy
waited, sitting very straight in her
saddle, her face rather white, her
hands ice cold, as they gripped the
slack reins. For the first time she
met Steve's eyes, and there shone in
them the full memory of their last
meeting. She had told him then
plainly that any man who rode down
to Pasaveras Saturday nights couldn't
travel the same trail with Babe and
her.
"Who says I ride there?" Steve had
asked.
"I heard you did."
"It's a lie. Joy."
"Then where were you Saturday
night?"
"I can't tell you that, girl, dear. : It
was rrivate business."
"Where's your nugget pin?"
Steve's hand had reached for his
tie. The pin had been Joy's birthday
gift to him. and it was gone.
"I can get it back. I kind of mis
laid it."
"Kind of mislaid it! You know,
Steve Carteret, you gave it to Dolores
Pasaveras Saturday night."
"Piute told vou that, didn't he?"
"What does it matter who told me,
as lone as it's true?"
And suddtnly Steve had reached
for her and held her close in his arms,
his face near hera.
"It ain't true. You know It ain't,
Joy. Piute's been trying to steal you
awav from me ever since he came
here as foreman."
"Then tell me where you were Sat
urday night. Steve; please tell me."
"It ain't any affair of mine, Joy, so
I can't tell it. Piute knows about it,
too. He's a friend of the fellow's.
same as I am, and I thought we all
stood together on it, but I guess Piute
was dealing double. I can't tell,
though."
She had asked Piute himself the
next day, as she sat mending a
snapped stirrup strap.
"Steve's just trying to square him
self," Piute drawled lazily, comfort
ably, shifting his cigarette. "I see
him let Dolores take the pin herself
out of his tie, and I bought it from
her afterwards, just to prove he was
there. I knew you wouldn't take my
word for it."
"Maybe I don't even now. Hand
me that rivet punch, will you,
please?" said Joy with dignity.
"Steve's a mighty good friend of
mine."
"Mighty good friend to Dolores,
too," laughed Piute, and he dodged
the iron rivet punch just in time to
save his head. "You little cat," he
muttered. "You know it's the truth
just the same."
And Joy had her doubts. Somehow
she had managed to convey to Steve
those doubts without going Into de
tails, but she had not told him of
Piute's proof.
"That's why," said Steve, quietly
now, and without explaining, and she
knew what he meant. Babe headed
for home at the swift jerk to her bit,
but after her came the steady hoof
beats of Steve's big broncho.
"I won't ride with you," Joy called
back, but Babe, the traitor, slackened
speed for her old mate. And sudden
ly they were shoulder to shoulder,
and Steve's big warm hand gripped
hers.
"Yes, you will, girl. You'll take the
long trail with me some of these
days, and you know you will. Re
member what I used to call you.
'Heart of Joy?' That's what you've
been to me, you know, ever since I
first saw you chasing the wind on
Babe, here."
Then she turned her face toward
him.
"Piute's got that nugget scarfpin
of yours, and he showed it to me.
What did you give it to Dolores Pasa
veras for, Steve?"
"I didn't. I grave It to Piute him
self." "He said you were at the dance
with her?"
"And you believed that?" Steve
let go her hand. "I'll make Piute
tell you -where I was that night, if I
have to grip his soul's coat tails on
the way down to "
"Steve!"
"But I will," sang out Steve. When
they reached the homo ranch. Joy
slipped from her saddle, and almost
ran to the bunkhouse where the fore
man lay. Her father was there, and
some of the men. Piute opened hiB
eyes and grinned feebly when he saw
her, with Steve shouldering in his
way behind her.
"Reckon you win, Steve," he said,
hoarsely.
"Tell her where I was that night,"
Steven bent over him doggedly.
"The pin's over yonder," muttered
Piute. "You can have it back."
"Yes, I can have it back, but I
want more back than that."
He stooped and raised Piute s head.
"You're perched right square on the
edge of eternity, Piute, and you're
going over it, do you know that? Go
ing easy, too, and decently, when by
rights you ought to be swung out on
a rope's end. Suppose you pay a last
tribute and tell the truth."
There was a dead silence in the
place. The boys stared at the face
on Steve's shoulder, and forgot to
drop their hats. Whenever a party
passed over, or a pretty girl showed
up, hats were removed at Ripping
Ford. It was an unconscious custom.
But Piute was an exception.
"One of the men at Steve's ranch
stole money and everything he could
lay his hands on." His eyes were
closed. The words came slowly from
his Hps. "His wife was sick down
east and he wanted to send after her.
Steve rode out after him that night
with a couple of other fellows. Old
Pasaveras bought up a lot of the
stuff, and I saw the pin on Dolores
and got it from her."
Joy's father and the doctor came
in. and the voice from the bunk was
silent.
"That's why I couldn't tell you,
girl," whispered Steve, one arm
around her. "The poor fellow was
scared to death. We found him hid
ing toward dawn in the hills, and he's
working back on the ranch now, and
the wife's with him. When are you
coming home, honey girl?"
Joy's lashes raised, and the smiled
up at him wistfully. "I 1 guess I
could next week, Steve." (Copyright,
1912, by McClure's Newspaper Syndi
cate.) EVENING CHAT
BT RUTH CAHEROX.
How very, very large are the little
things of life!
We were talking the otner day about a
woman who had carried herself wonder
fully through a terrible ordeal of threat
ened disgrace imminent to the one sie
loved most dearly, and then had utterly
failed in forbearance and graciousness to
wards a thoughtless but repentant friend,
and some one said:
"She is one of those people who arc
splendid when there Is anv big occasion
to be met but failures in the little rela
tions of life."
Let some big trial, some great test de
mand their energies, and they immediate
ly rise to the height of the need. But
when the great moment is past, and It's
Just a case of enduring and forgiving the
little pin pricks of everyday life, they
fail ignominiously.
They are big enough for the big things
but not for the little things.
And yet after all who can blame them?
For who does not know how very very
large are the little things of life? '
How the little annoyances sting us!
How the little disappointments loom lik-
ii ib iinsraies: mow the little temptations
to temper and injustice and unreasonable
ness overcome us! How childishly we give
In to the little weaknesses!
"The little ills of life," says Thackerav
in One of those wonderful asides that ar3
half the charm of his books, "are the
hardest to bear, as we all very well know
What would the possession of one hun
dred thousand n. v-r.:. r- f. -
applause of our countrymen, or th- love
nest and best beloved woman of any
glory and happiness or good fortune
avail to a gentleman, for Instance, wno
was allowed to enjov them only with tne
condition of weaiing a shoe with a coupli
nans or snarp peDDies inside of it? All
lo-iiie aiiu rmpiunpss would dlsa
votion. and onlv realizes thit ih...
something bigger than being able to make
one big sacrifice when she finds that he
is not willing to live for her. in other
words, that he is not big enough for tne
little things.
"Help me this day to be big enough I'jr
How Is that for a morning prayer?
QUAKER JinMTATIO.VS,
fFrom the Philadelphia Record.!
Wjgg -Scribbler is a novel writer, isn't
. , ace, very.
xiope is an airsnip. Disappointment la
a. I'aintiiuie mai lets mm down easy.
You don't have to taks a n,,..!,
Physical culture to carry other people s
Thi fellow who is sowing his wild oats
can generally be depended upon to raise
the deuce.
"Love maketh a lleht heart ....
Wise Ouy. "Also a dark parlor," added
the Simple Mug.
Most of us are willina- to rnn. ,
superiority of our friends when It comes
to making mistakes.
The Cynical Bachelor rises in . i-
that the only man who can tn.ihr.i.,
say his wife is an angel Is the widower.
A girl may allow her mother to ni,'k
out a husband for her, but she asserts
herself when It comes to selecting a trouo-
seau.
Hoax "I can't drink whisky. It make
me crazy." Joax "Then why don't tvi
drink beer?" Joax "Beer makes me
froth at the mouth."
Biobbs "I suppose there are times when
all doctors have to give superfluous treat
ment, siobbs "Yes, I once knew o,ie
who prescribed a nerve tonic for a nun
who turned out to be a book agent."
Piunge aown in that shoe. All life wou 1 times loner hn . T. ?
revolve around those little nails." I ever d id T before l" mre than ht
When a lover in the ecstacy of th" I that h7ha. ri?i .ih Very rea8o
wonderful passion says to his beloved, I v onrt i tr " SO Jetermlned-
wou d be willing to die for you" sn ifrn w ithJJ . "e,,a me over this
thinks he has expressed the acme or .. llme w'tnout a challenge in hia nnxk.i
KANSAS COMMENT
WANTED: A HERO.
We should hardly go so far as to
say the novelists are all suffragettes1
even that the female fiction factories
are all out for Votes for Women. But
the books lately drifting this way have
surely displayed the dainty dago hand
of women working for the Cause. T!w
heroes who aren't entitled to be call-id
that, were weak sisters, who brone
when the burdens were heaviest, in-i
left them to be borne by a woman of
great fortitude and high purposes.
None of the clinging vine heroines cf
the sort we used to know nor heroes
of sturdy oak who went triumphantly
to the finish with the ivy about their
neck. The latest and, it seems to us,
the best of these books we've been
browsing through is "The Soddy," by
Sarah Comstock, Doubleday. Page &
Co., publishers. It is an interesting
tale of some country God forgot, a
drouth-stricken land where pione n
hung on by their frazzled forelocks
while crops and prospects were swept
away by hot sun and hotter winds. To
this desert desolation came Dexter
Hayden, with much hope and litti-i
capital. He showed better than tlm
average at the start, a clean, hopeful,
hardworking young man, who seemed
destined to do things worth while, but
three crop failures and a prairie firo
broke his proud spirit and puny purse,
and he went east where they might
pay real money for his efforts. Not
so the prairie princess he had won and
wed. She stayed on in the face of
heavy odds, to redeem the land she
loved by irrigation from the under
flow cf a river which apparently ran
only on rare occasions. Months
passed, and unto them a child was
born, which was the magnet to draw
the husband back. He came as ho
held by a hair between life and death,
and life won, and they lived happily
ever after, as they should. A fins
story of woman's devotion to a man.
full of the pathos of parched plainr.
and brightened now and then by the
quaint humor of pioneers. A talo
worth while surely to those who have
seen Kansas rise triumphant from
drouth and desolation of divers kind.-.
She knows her west, does Sarah Com
stock. But the fact remains that
mere man gets the short end of It,
which, with due regard for the brave
women who also stayed, doesn't accord
with the facts in the case, and suggests
somewhat tho suffragete In action.
Atchison Globe.
THIS IS MURDERLAXD.
Those tender hearted persons who con
tend that the extreme punishment lor
murder is too severe, may be Interest-.1
in the statement that the ratio of execu
tions In this country Is one to eighty-si-crimes.
They may also find food for re
flection In the statement of a Massa
chusetts judge who has Investigated tr
subject, who says that there are moro
murders committed in this country than
in any ten other civilized countries, ex
cluding Russia. Last year there weie
nine hundred more murders than In tfo
year Uef ore. Ottawa Republic.
FROM OTHER PENS
POLICE INEFFICIENCY.
Belligerent members of the Chinese
tong3 in New York are becoming al
most as impertinent and dangerous ns
the white gun-men of the city. I'nttl
recently they were a menace to per
sons outside their race only when
those outsiders interfered in matters
purely oriental, or possibly as thev
were unskillful in their shooting, but
in tnelr last outbreak thev comnlete-
ly smashed tradition by killing any
one who happened to be in sight and
iinany by openly defying the polk-,-..
even going so far as to deliver a
volley at them. It is impossible to
escape the conviction that the police
themselves are responsible for this
condition of things. The Chinese are
an observing people and those in the
New York settlement must have noted
the constantly increasing inability of
the bluecoats to deal with Manhattan
brigands. It can scarcely be outside
their knowledge than at the Zeliir fu
neral gunmen with drawn revolvers
tnreatened newspaper rhotocrraohern
in the very presence of police offi
cers and that the latter, far from
attempting to make arrests, frankly
confessed their inability to deal with
the situation and advised the photog
raphers to retire. It is bevond rea
son that orientals should hold in great
fear or respect peace officers rfS Im
potent as this, and it Is small wonder
that they evidenced their contempt by
a little wholesale murder and open
resistance to representatives of the
law. The fact that the police after
ward showed some unwonted activity
and actually nabbed four of the ori
entals may perhaps convince the tong
men that they were guilty of a slight
error of Judgment in supposing that
they were to be treated with the con
sideration given white gangsters. It
ought to create much interest among
the citizens of New York as a whole
who assuredly must be inquiring
among themselves whv it ...
j catch a yellow gunman than a white
one. Detroit Free Press.
SAILING VESSELS AS FREAKS.
Sir Thomas Lipton Is at hand if tho
Americans want to give him another
,,r. Ye ,,'a-t time that he lnsti
n hLC a"M?e there wa3 objection
v?ew it ? the , rUlC8 t0 meet hI
mlhin.- J2 aS loUd gainst racing
machines and in praise of yachts of
foBbd Pactlcal tPe ever he used
turn upon him now In these days of
U cw b0!iM and teI1 him tha the day
se-s wfliat Kand When aI1 8aiIlnK v
frelk? Whf. rec?fnlze1 merely as
7hat would he think of that'
Milwaukee Wisconsin.
Wggo the dayJ
Extremes.-"You refused the earl
Amalie, dear?" Young Widow-He's too
old for me. "But his title?" "That n too
new for me."-LIe Muskete, Vienna.
t,'lWhT. don t you pIay bridge?" asked
the solicitous friends. "It 1, easv
M.' Y";eP"ed..M,!,s Cayenne? "but
It is so hard to forget." Washington Star.
The Quarrel. "You said, when you
Posed, that you'd rather live in e?e?n7
Opfnion.611, 1 V" bad my wls".''-LoydUon
Consolation. Husband-What! The
fifth summer hat! This is outrageou,
ife-.'ever mind, dear, fall win
be here.-Meggendorfer Blaetter ' 8n
Helping Him. Trsimn i-in.
magistrate helplessly turns over t h VU"K
of his lawbooki-Mease nJL" h pa"
you. page 317, the third section fro .k
bottotn.-FUeeende Blaetter. m tU

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