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THE MORJSlNGr TIMES, SUST'Di JANUARY 31, 1897
11 HI!!! ot Much Killing in the Mountains How ELLOW FINE," we lubbcd liim ttie first day he made Ills ap pearance anions us lie was tall, sallow and awkward. He hailed from themoun tains of West Vir ginia, and the cogno men seemed parti eu larlyappropriate. But the name, at first jdven lnderif.Ion.soon became a title of re--petc "Yellow Hue" grew to be a favorite witli every boy atcol lege. Thcrcwassome- thlug iu ins abimua nt got.d nature, wit and grit tliatmade us all hisevcrlastingfrlcndR. "Yellow Pine"' graduated with honors afterward, studied medicine and returned to his native mountains to practice the liealing art. A few days ago lie wrote jne to visit him. He met me at tin- station, a few houses propped up against the Mde of the mountain. Sixteen miles over per ilous cliffs and along purling streams and leaping cataracts brought us to his home. Say, that ride was a corker. "Yellow Pine' diverted the tedium of the trip by pointing out places along the road where hapless teamsters had tumbled into the ravine below. At one point, far down the Mde of an almost perpendicular cliff hang ing over a gnarled oak was the bleaching tkeleton of a mule, "That mule belonged to my father,"' taid "Yellow Pine,'' nonchalantly. We were then just above the skeleton, and the cart-wheel droppedinto a deep rut. My heart stopped beating, and 1 violently gra-ped Yellow Pine's' arm. "As I was about to say," he continued, "that mule belonged to my father, who then kept a country store. One day our driver got too near the edgeoftliecliff.and you see the result.' I shuddered as I looked down the steep mountain side into the ravine below. "Hut the driver?" I asked. Well, parts of him leached the bottom of the ravine." One of the Hatfields was to be hanged the next day, and Ave concluded to attend "the bee." It was another long, exciting ride to the county seat. Trouble was ex pected at the execution, but none occurred. It was t he first legal hanging that had ever taken place in that county. We had a talk with the sheriff. "Is it true that thirteen killings have oc curred in thislocalityin as many days?" I naked. "Yes," he answered; "but it is not true as stated in some of the papers that all thce troubles concerned the old Hatfield MeCoy feud. The Hatfields figured in f-oaiP of them, but the greater number were outside cases.' , 'Is the famous family vendetta carriedon as vigorously as in former times?" "Oil, no. The Hatfields are not bad peo ple now. They stay on the West Virginia tide and the McCoys on the Kentucky side. I don't believe they aire to meet. I think either would go ten miles out of their way to avoid the other. Mot of the Hatfields have settled down to legitimate business Some rre timbering, others are farmers and a few have entered professions. Elias Hatfield is a jailer at Logan Court House, and if one of his relatives chances to be an inmate, he discharges his duty as faith fully as if the prisoner were a perfect stran ger. I believe the younger generation will make their mark In the world. They come of sturdy block, and the very elements that made t heirforefathersdesperadoesand out laws will help to push the young men to the front. It has been curbed and changed into indomitable courage and perseverance. They are a plucky family, and that Is what counts In success. Elliott Hatfield gradu ated with honors in medicine, and is now a Norfolk and Western Railroad surgeon on a good salary. He is an excellent physi cian, and the people send for him for fifty miles around. Several of them have be come United States marshals, and, know ing the mountains as they do, thev make the most efficient officers Uncle Sam everi bad. Some of the boys are now students in various universities and other places of learning. No; L don't think, strictly speak ing, a vendetta can now be said to exist." "But how about that shooting affair on election day? Wasn't 'Cap' Hatfield and bis sou mixed up in it?" "Yes: and they managed to kill three men. It was this way: 'Cap' and his fourteen- ear-old son were at Mutewan. 'Cap' and a man named John Itutherford liad been at outs for years. On this day, however, they made it up, and 'Cap' gave Lis gun to the mayor of Matewan to keep for him. When 'Cap got ready to go home he met his Loy with a Winchester. Just then John Uutherford came up, and the loy, not knowing that the feud between his fatherland Uutherford had been made up, began shooting. A stray shot killed another man, and this eh angered the by standers that a general fusilade on father and son began. 'Cap' took refuge behind a bridge and the boy behind a sjcareore tree. A nephew of the natfields came to the rescue and succeeded In killing a man. The boy was banging away all the time with his Winchester, and killed John Ruth erford. Then after 'Cap' had downed au- "The next Icillin other assailant, he and the boy took to the uiojntains. They feared the mob, and sent for mc to come and take them. Bo I tojk them to "Williamson, where they are low in Jail." "How about the other killing?" "Well, they "were mainly among men whohad beendrinking too much and among the ncgioes. One affair was over some chickens. A man by the name of Estep pothotatanltalinnbccaus-che bothered is chickens. Estep eoS his gun and tried to shoot the Dago, but instead shot and killed John Koberts. This was on the Kentucky side, and then Ustep came over on the "West Virginia side to buy himseir ome cartridges. Two relatives of Koberts heard that Estep was on the Viiginia side, and together, with a n.an r.amcd Dir.gess, met and riddled him with bullets. Then they went over into Kentucky, and have l.ot been arrested." "The next killing was at Breeding in the lower end of .Mingo county the night be fore the election. On that day Dick Evans got into a row wltli- old Jackson Vance and his boys. There are nine of thorn. Evans killed 0113 of the Vance boys and shot another in the thigh. The boy was killed witli a Smith & Wesson revolver, and the fatal shot was fired at a distance of over firty yards. Evans is a fanner and a man of grit, lie is now in jail at Williamson." "How about the Hunter's Camp affair?" I asked, having noticed an account of the shooting a few duys before In a local news paper. i here didn't seem to be any provoca tion about that, so far as I know! It wis on Sunday, and Charley Williams just walk ed up to a Kentuckiau, put his AVfnchester to his shoulder and shot his victim, atidtiisn took to the woods. He has not been reen since." g was nt Hreeding '' "There are still others" I pursued. "Oh, yes. but, as I said before, they were mostly the result ot drink, and oc curred among the colored men." "How about that last affair?" "Well, the last killing was the Mounts business. Sometime ago Anderson Mounts killed a cousin by the same name over In Kentucky. They had trouble over a woman, and Anderson beat his cousin to death with a club. I had a capias for him for misde meanor on the Virginia side. His father, hearing of the capias, brought the son to me. I kept him for some-time. Meanwhile a reward ot $100 was offered for him f iom the Kentucky aythonties. His father then cameandsaid Anderson's mother was very sick, and asked if he could take his son to see her. He promised to bring him back as soon as his mother recovered. Bill Bevins hearing tt the move, went to 'Squire Terrel and swore out a fugitive warrant for Anderson. He got Jim Clark to help makethcarrest. They wentto John Trent's, a half-brother ot Anderson Mounts. The latter, seeing them coming, and surmising thatall was not well, gotoutof a window, and started to run. Bevins saw him, took aim with his Winchester, and Anderson Mounts dropped dead in his tracks. Bevins and Clark took Mounts' gun and made off for the woods. Anderson's father, who was now on the scene of the shooting, made across the field to head them off. Clark saw him, drew his Winchester and fired at the old man. It was a down-hill shot, but the ball caught Mounts in the breast, and he pitched forward a corpse. The distance was just 221 steps. I stepped it off myself. "Well.Clarkand Bevins hurricdoffthen to Kentucky to get the reward set on the head of Anderson, and, while there, were arrested for the killing ot old man Mounts, and put in Jail at Pikeville. They will be brought back to West Virginia for trial. I think they i ill come without a. requisi tion." "Still," I continued nt the conclusion of this wholesale gore narrative, "you say things are getting better?" "Oh, yes, there is not half the killingthat there used to be in this section." The reader can imagine what it used to be. S. II. Eight MGLaUrins Fixed in OffiGe News is received f torn Mississippi, writes J. S. Evans, in the Chicaro Times-Herald, that Walter McLaurin has been api ointed warden of the penitentiary. Thus each of the eight bi others of the McLaurins have secured'apiominentplnceatthepubliccrib. A year ago there were three of them out of a job for a shortwhile. . Whythishapponed Is a mystery. A. J. McLaurin is r.ow gov ernor; Sylvester .McLaurin is district at torney; Dr. McLaurin is piominentij con nected with the State board of health; It. L. -McLaurin controls the levee system or the State: Walter McLaurin Is warden of the penitentiary: W.K. McLaurin isdfstrict judge of the Vick&burg circuit; Wallace McLaurin Is inspector or minerals of Idaho: Sydney McLaurin, the youngest, is private secretary to the governor. They have controlled the Democratic politics of Mississippi for ten years. The governor, who is the eldest, is an ex-district attor ney, and for a short while represented his State in the United States Senate. Walter held the chairmanship of the State rail waycommistionforeight ears, Sydney was secretary to the commission for five jears, Walter was receiver or public moneys for four years, and Sjlvester has been district attorney of thoErandondistrlctsince 1880. Every State ofriccr in Mississippi at pres ent is a political creature of these eight brothers. In addition to the offices filled by the people at the ballot box there are nearly one hundred Judicial places As the Judiciary or Mississippi is appointive, it is unnecessary to state tha,t each man now on the bench is a waim friend of the family. Less than twenty yearsagotheMcLaurins lived"oii a piece of creek bottom land iu Smith county, a section ot the State some times called "the God forsaken." Their home was remote from railroads and schools In some manner "Anse," the eld est, got possession of books and began reading. He soon picked up the study of law, reading at odd times around the farm. At the tim'J he applied Tor admission to the bar the system of Hcenslnglawycrs was lax. He was admitted, and In a few weeks re moved to Brandon, his piesent home. He instantly sprang to the front. Among his firstcases vasa criminal one, and here was given him the opportunity to display his oratorical ability. Ue won the friendship of Gecn. Robert Luwry, then practicing law at Brandon, and became his partner. When Lowry was made governor the firm was dissolved. One by one to Brandon came the other McLaurins, and onu by one they were admitted to the bar all except the doctor. "Anse," the governor, lias always been the leader. He Is called the "long horse." When one of the bojs spies an or ficcthathe thlnksis better than the one he has he makes his wish known to the "long horse," who tells him whether lie can have It or not, and no one in that country has ever heard of his denyinganythingthpy have ever asked for. It has now come to such a pass In that State that when a McLaurin announces his candidacy for an orficc all other aspirants "lay down" and go home They have suffered but three defeats. When Lowry was governor' A use" wanted to go on the Suprenrj bench. He failed to get the appointment, and Lowry has been sorry for it e'er since, Tor McLaurin beat him four years ago for the Senate. Walter McLaurin was .'candidate for district at torney before the Democratic convention at Vickeburgin 1880. J. 11. Gibson, thenapro nounced Republican, and who was at the time county chairman of the Republican ex ecutive committee,: secured the nomination, and was elected Gibson is now living in Texa, trying, perhaps, to forget that sad event. In 1803 Wallace was an applicant for the port ccllectorship at Bay St. Louis. The McLaurins sought the Indorsement ot Senator George ami ot Congressman Stock dale, of that district. They refused. At t hesamc time J . G . Spencer, then an obscure "piney-woods'' citizen, became actively in terested in McLaurln's behalf So did Ma J. Pat Henry, who lived in Col Hooker's dis trict. Hooker having refused to have any thing to do with it Congressman Money, while living1 In another district, personally called upon the President, and urged Mc Laurin's appointment. . But he was de feated, ir one will take the trouble to look at the result or the lute elections in that State, he will see that Money had suc ceeded George in the Senate; tnai. Henry is iu Congressman Hooker's place, and that Spencer represents the district that Stock dale once got $5,000 per year for doing, and liked the Job, to boot. In addition to the governor's using his influence in behalf of his brother for the wardenship of the penitentiary (he was on the board but de cline'l to vote), he has appointed Son-in-law Stephens a circuit Judge; has given Son m law Dr. Berry a soft, berth, and then ap iwinted Brother Will Judge or the Vicks burg district. And speaking about Judgp Will K. re minds me oT the most notorious of all duels" that were every Tought in he i South. This happened some twelve yeais ago, when he was living in the "swamp" at a little town named Rolling Fork, the only place in the United States that has never yet counted a Republican ballot. Mc Laurin was a struggling young lawyer and hail Tor one of his friends the county clerk, a man named Sheltou. The two had been raided up as boys together, the Tarnis of their fathers adjoining each other iu Smith county. In some manner they had a misunderstanding about some trivial affair and they soonvuecamc enemies- One day during court they came to blows. Friends Interrerred and when McLaurin reached his room he was wized with a violent chill. He was conffnetl to his be ,1 for several days. During his illness some one told him that Shelton was going about the village telling that lie 'McLaurin) was not sick, but was simply pretending ill ness to avoid a meeting witli him. When McLaurin heard this he wrote Shelton u note, asking him to call, unnrmed, at his room Shelton did so When he entered the roim the following conversation oc curred: "Shelton, have you said that I was a coward?" "Yes. I have said so, andsay It again." "Well, you are mistaken. I have never said that you were a coward, anddonotsay so now. I know differently. I have been quite sick, and am too unwell now to walk about. But I am improving rapidly, and think that by tomorrow I will be able to walk. You know where the water tank Is. down the railroad track, don't you?' Shelton said that he did. "Well then. You meet me there at sunrise tomorrow with a double-barreled shotgun. We will have no 'seconds' and no eye-witnesses. When we get there we can arrange to settle this rhing somehow. Will you come?" At sunup the nextmorning thetwometat the appointed place. They agreed thatthey should aland back to back, walk ten paces each, counting together until they reached "ten," theneach. should wheel and Tire. Shel ton attempted to take aim rromhisshoulder; McLaurin fired from his side, saving the second's time it would take to raise his gun to his shoulder. Shelton was killed, and McLaurin escaped prosecution. Physically the .McLaurins are fine speci mens of manhood, each measuring over six feet in height. They laugh alike, talk alike, read the same soit of books, drink the same brand of whisky, wear clothing made by the same tailor and of like pattern. They arc intensely popular, and the secret of their success can be briefly told. The cause of one is the cause of the other. They hate an enemy, not secretly, but show It in every conccivablc manner. They never forget a face or a name, and a friendly act is al ways remembered and is rewarded when possible. .More than that no one has ever heard of their doing anything dishonest. Thej are as straight as a trivet and their political records are as pure as their lives were simple when plowing for a living twenty years ago. WATTKRSON TO THE IUCH. The Things That They May Do if Statesmen "Will Sot See. At the recent dinner of the New York board of trade Mr. Henry Watterson ad dressed his remarks to the llch men of the country. He urged that conscience must play a greater part in legislation and politics, and that the protection of the rights and property must be coupled with the effective prosecution and pun ishment of illegal monopolies and combina tions. He said In part: "It requires no seer to predict that If you do not set and keep your house Inorder If the custodians of the nation's accre tions, not only of wealth, but of culture, and these molders of public position whose position gives them so great an authority, do not take from the long-haired dema gogue every Illustration of his claim of class distinction if they do not stop mak ing money long enough to consider as wise economists justsystems of taxation If they go on hugging, along with their riches, tbe delusion that when the danger line is reach ed they can buy the election it is only a question of time when the hordes of dis order, taking advantage of some one of the years of famine which periodically visit us, and sufficiently organized and capably led, avIH sweep over-the conservative bar riers that now restrain them. Then we shall see done ruthlessly by the hands of the mob perhaps at the ultimate cost of free institution what had been better done If committed in time to the hands of 'statesmen," ATTACKED m FIEIICt COUGAR The Wild Beast- Strang at a Train Crossing a Trestle Lowell, Wash., Jan. 27.k To battle with a huge mountain lion? feet in length and 253 pounds in weight, on a trestle at night is the thrilling experience that has just be fallen Edward 0. Depew, an -engineer-on the Great Northern Railroad, The fierce beast leaped at the engine and narrowly es caped crashing through the window of-the cab. Altogether, the episode was one of the most exciting that a rallroriflTnan has ever experienced. Your eorresppndent.nct ing on instructions, finally prevailed upon Engineer Depew to write an account of his adventure, believing thatadditioual Inter est would be lent by the fact ot the story coming from his. owrtpenr Mr. bepew's statement is as follows: v "I was the engineer in charge of engine No. 219, ot the Great Northern, which was attacked by a monster cougar, or mountain lion. You can have llttlp idea of the horror of the experience;- The glistening of the beast's eyes-as itHaycroxi hed on the rails, all prepared to make its powerful spring was awful to bejiold. .. I frankly con fess that r was so frightened that my hair seemed to stand on end'. I would have shouted, I am sure, it-1 had .not been, too terrified to do so. "At the time or the, adventure I was pulling the overland puss.enger'truin .going East, anil as we w ere a few minutes late jve were, trying to make up a little time. After we had left Ldwcll,,and almost two miles east or there, about half way across a long nestle, my fireman, George Law rence, jumped down olfthls seat box and came quickly to my shfe'of the engine. I noticed a startled look -on his face, and turneilquickiy.askiiig whitwaft thumatter. The intensity or the situation can bo under stood only by a man who 'bus. traveled ouan engine, dashing at a hgh rate of speed through the darkness, withotily confidence to keep his mind at ease.- 1 know that something was wrong, an 1 it .seems as if In that one short minute a million thoughts flashed through my mind. .Again I asked Lawrence what was the matter, but he did not speak. Ills eyes seems fixed. All he could do was to glare Ihrbugh the window of the cab and point ahead. "A cold perspiration liroke out on my brow. I looked ahead and saw, thronn the darkness, some black-looking object on the track. My first thought was of some obstruction on the tracks. For a second the thought or jumping f)a.sltcd through my mind, but I banished i&J "This takes quite awhile to tell, but It could only have been ifew seconds at the most iii which it all happened. "As soon as I saw t'tiq obstruction on the track I felt that a posVsTrjlc accident was at . hand. Nothing could b3$lnef We were too .cIosr to the danger, awl the rright had the :same errect on me tjt t had on Law rence,. 1 1 took away hjy piHtfer or speech, instinctively I crawletSmt or the cab onto the side of the engine If 5. "The train dueled .iaTfd..an instant after I had discerrfl-djiQitrorm I saw the monster's eyes riasblojsjjutjtigh the dark lies, greenandvellowyicas. Lawrence was still In the cab, Deijhbjss. With fixed eyes and finger era tstrJhN?Itj ward theaul mal. "His expression ijasfi1htful to look upon. Tl.'e wholece'ac'was. so Horrify ing that it was phptjsrirjihcil on my bram so clearly as to makeli'Jibre to describe every detail that occurred In. those few short seconds. V . "As the train approached the lion, I could sec It prepare to leap, and flnally when the leap was .made, the situation was so dramatic as to be almost thea trical in errect. The headlight of the engine threw its rays on the crouching animal, and when It plunged into the "Caught on the Trestle, the Mountain X,ion Hur.led Itself at the On . ,- "r" Coining Engine" flood of light, it looked a's If its mission of death would surely be' successful. "The force of tlicf'jump was astonish ing, and as the body Of the beast crashed into the edge of the engine front, the sound echoed througii'thc silence again and again. To jump then, was certain death, for we were right In the center of the trestle, and yet, as' the Hon made its leap, I could almost feel its hot breath on my throat When the engine crashed Into the beast, or it crashed Into the engine, which ever way you wish to put It, the Hon fell back on to the trestle writhing as if in frightful agony, and then , for the first time, I realized that the danger was over. "I learned afterward that the cougar, after we had struck' It, lodged in the cross ties of the trestle. It was found there by the crew of engine No. 498, who picked it up and brought It to' Skykomish. There it was skinned. The claws "were taken by some of the other firemen and engineers, who had watch churmsmadeof them.whlch arc ver y attractive and look somewhat like the emblem worn by Knights Templars. "The beast was still alive when the men of No. 498 discovered it, but its hind legs were cut off, and w'hen'the' men got down to Investigate, they kept at a safe distance until it was known to bo dead. In fact, Foreman John C. Wright would not go near it until he had emptied a couple or chambers of ids revolver into it. Then they fastened it to the cow-catcher and took It to Skykomish. This is the whole story, and I can assure you I do not want to pass through another such experience." Engineer Depew is a fine specimen of manhood, and his statement that lie felt frightened Is not looked upon here, where he is known, as any expression of coward ice. Depew is five feet six "inches in height, weighing 140 pounds, and is well known as the champion of the oppressed or weaker side in any dispute that calls for his ac tion. His record as an engineer has on many occasions siiown him to be a more than ordinarily brave man. Collections Slow. " The black-browed man struck his hands together fiercely and cursed between his tee.th. ' "The woild owes me a living!" he ex claimed. The pale-whiskered man with a pocket full of bilLs looked sadly at the anarchist as he pnss-ed by. "Collections arc slow with youtoo, nrcthey?" he asked Cincinnati Commercial Tribune. - -Desired Cigars From Cuba. . '-'Have you heard from George since he landed id Cuba?" '"Yes, he wrote asking "me. to. send him a box of 5-cent cigars." Exchange. Ponto's Crim (Translated From the French for the San Francisco Argonaut.) Yes, for a long time I reposed themost blind confidence In him. We loved each other dearly. He was a setter, white, with b'rown cars and tall. His name was Ponto. Ponto was enamored of a certain wooden ball about the size of a billiard ball- In a moment or weakness I had purchased this one dny and brought it home. Ponto im mediately seized it .rolled it toward me and said: "Throw that over there in the rose bushes. I will rind it. You see ir I don't." So said, so done. The ball was thrown and Ponto round it. But he became rather irksome with his desire to retrieve the bah. because his Tavorlte remark to me became: -Play ball." ne had a fashion or coming into my study with a brisk air, wagging his tail, with the ball held in his mouth. Then placing his Torepaws on the table, he would put the precious ball In the middle or the papers, letters and books and say: "There Is my ball. Now toss It out or the window and I will go and get It- That will be very nn.ch more amusing than casting your time on all these stupid papers and books." I would Trequently Teign to hurl the ball from the window.and like a Hash Ponto would disappear. A Tew minutes would pass berore Ponto would reappear with the forepaws at the window and remark. "Say, you you mau with the papers, I don't rind anything here. The ball isn't In the garden. You must have kept it." Then he would come in at the door, no saining under the furni ture and in the partly opened desk draw ers, and then, witli the air of a man who smites liis forehead and discovers some thing, lie would look inquiringly at you and ay: "I will wager that it is o:i the table," He was right with his intelli gent"? eye he had followed my glnnce. If yo.u attempted then to conceal the ball tlreretwas an end to tlj.e work. He burst into extravagant gayety, jumped after the "Tjftll, T6115wel"l,ourlcasttrnovements and t would not quit you, laughing energet ically with his. tail. Panto made mo sometimes think that he was ono or those men turned into dogs, of -whom wo read in the fairy stories. His eyes were deep, tender and human, aud at times seemed to say: "What would you I am only a four-rooted beast, but I have a human heart a better one than that or many men. I am a beast, and I have suf fered much. I sufrer still, because I cannot express myseir In speech and tell you, In those things you call words, my fidelity and devotion. Yes, I am yours, and I love you like a dog. Whatever belongs to you is se cure. Just let anybody touch it, and you will sec." But Ponto and I fell out one day. It wasa very unfortunate affair. Only those people who.llke myself, bellevebllndly in dogs, will understand me. This is what happened: The cook had killed two chickens and had gone intq theadjoiningpantry togetabas ket to put the feathers in as she plucked them. When she returned to the kitchen she tittered ashriek oneof thetwochlckens had gone. Yet she had been absent but a few minutes. 'Ahl"saidthecook,reflcctively,"evident ly some beggar has passed by herc'and has taken one of the chickens through the win dow." She looked out of the door in order to find the supposititious beggar, but there was no body there. Then for a momentshcthought It must be the dog, but she was at once seized with remorse. "What! Suspect Tonto? Never! He would not steal. Why, he would watch over a leg ot mutton all day without touching it, 'even when he was perishing with hunger. Besides, he is there In the kitchen, sitting on his haunches, with his eyes partly closed, and occasionally yawning. He is not think ing ot chickens." The cook was so profoundly puzzled that she summoned her" master, and I came. The melancholy afralr vasTaiiflTeforlTme. I' looked at Ponto. Ponto was sitting there with a studied air of indltrcrence. appar ently halt asleep. I called him, "Fonto!" He looked toward mc and lifted his heavy eyelids. "Did you call me master? I was only asleep. I wasdreaming I wasdrenmingot my ball." Ot his ball, eh? I became at once sus picious. This was evidently a pretext. But I said: "I think, Kathcrine, that- you arc right. The dog could not have stolen the chicken. If he had stolen it he would now be en gaged in plucking ft somewhere in the gar den." "But, look at him, sir just look atliim. He has not the air of a Christian dog." v -oAttmvratts 5Kfi.M miwMmmib... 'r.ss v- c r vmmm&BmaB dar .v f ' WrrTnTvm St-- Th. iiefighiiug Coelver Spaniel Has Saved Two Homes "What?" "I .say that Ponto has not an honest air." "Look at me, Ponto," said I, gazing at him. l'ontolooke.l.buthis head dropped, and he grumble.1: "Do you think I would behangingaround here if I had stolen a chicken? Why, I'd be eating it." But this remark did not divert my sus picions. On the contrary It conrirmed them. "Katherine,"- said I , .solemnly, to the cook, "it is Ponto. Alas! It is Ponto." What I had seen in Ponto'.s eyes was terrible. 1 swear to you reader, that I am most serious. I had distinctly seen there an almost human lie. It Is rather difficult to explain my mean ing. Ponto wished to assume an appear ance or sincerity in his glance, and he did not succeed, berjiuse that lsliijposib!e, even lo a man. It is said by proround phi losophers that in men the power ot lying Is conrined to speech; that the power of throwing falsehood into a glance is possessed only by women. Ponto exhausted himself in vai) efrorts to He with his eyes. But tluS unsuccessful falsehood was even, more incriminating than an avowal. I looked rixedly at Fonto. "Here, Ponto," said I, "mke this,' and ottered him the second chicken, which Katherine had Just finished plucking. Ponto looked at me reflectively. "Hum," he said, "evidently you suspect me. Why did you give me a chicken today? You never gave me a whole chicken be fore." He took the chicken in his month and Im mediately deposited it on the floor at my feet, and looking up in my eyes, he said: "You must think! am a fool." Insllnotlvoly, I said to myself: "Thief, Ecoundrell You have betrayed me. You are a perfidious dog. Your honest canine existence of loyalty has now enrae to an end, and you have been as fal-e as if you were only a man." But patting him on the back, I added aloud: "Good Ponto, honest Ponto, nice Ponto." This dissimulation was rather too deep for Ponto. Urged on by tiie savorysmellorthe chicken, he took it between his jaws and started to go. But before he reached the door he turned several times andlookcd at mc carefully in order to see if he couldn't fathom my thoughts. As soon as he had left the kitchen I closed the door and began spying upon him through the blinds of the window. He went a few paces as if intend ing to devour his prey, and then stopped, placed his chicken upon the ground ami thought deeply for a long time. Several times helooked atthe kitchen door with his false and treacherous eye. Then, giving up all attempts to seek an explanation satis factory to his mind, he contented himself with the fact that he had thechicken, picked it up and departed. As he disappeared in the distance I eouldsce .that his sometimes timid tail, which has hesitated throughout our entire conversatiuivhad-ngaiu become bold and firm. Pontojs tail "said: "PaSi, f have both chicken. NobodyTaw me take therirstone. Hurrah!" I stealthily Tollowed him from afar.andl surprised him in the act of' scratching a hole in the ground with his powerfnLfore paws. The chicken that I had given was lying on the ground, and In the" hole" which he wasdigginglaytheotlierchickeiu J.was heart-broken. Myrrlend Pontoretalned the instinct or his remcte ancestors the foxes and the wolves andJtmrled his provisions But, alas! being a Tomestic animal, and j having become the companion-of mankind, he had learned to lie. Under the eyes ot the treacherous and shame-raced Ponto, I made up a little package or the longer feathers of the two chickdns and deposited this little feather duster on my working table. Whenever, thereafter. I was engaged at work and Ponto came to me, bringing his ball, and said, with a light and easy air: "Come, cornel Lay aside that rubbish and let us play ball," 1 would invariably lift the little finger duster. Then Ponto would, drop his treacherous head. His tail would slink between his legs and adhere to his quivering beily, while the ball would fall from his noiveless Jaws. As he looked at me he would say: "Is it possible that you are so ruthless, so unforgiving? Do you never pardon?' ' Weeks passed, and I had not yet par doned Ponto. But he was indefatigable in his attempts to win me over. So one morning when he came to mc again, and when I seized the little feather duster and nrrr 1niti w.mq nlnnh ti Withdraw T said to liim: "Look Ponto," quoth I, "look upon this ror the last time. Thus perishes the only token of your fault; and I hurled the feather duster Into the fire. Ponto carefully watched the feather duster burn. Then, without any hysteri cal manifestations of joy, without leaps or skips, but nobly, simply, with dignity, he came and proffered his paw. The crime was forgiven. We were friends again. Fonto was glad that he had botn for given. But he was not nearly so glad as I that I had forgiven him. This Dog Puts Out Fiiesi . He Has Saved Two Homes The only dog.in this country that makes a practice of putting out fires is owned b-Mr II II. Burns, or Traverse City, Mich. The animal is a pretty cocker spaniel, B.-.i-y, by name, and i ot only does he put out fires, but he goes about it with a dis play of intelligence which many a bun an beinff might envy. Money cannot buy this little dog from his owner. On two occasions he did the work of a paid lire department, saving his master's home rrom the result of a disastrous blaze, and on another occasion he did a like service for a neighbor, whoso Louse took fire while the family was. in another part of the house. Only for the piompt action of the dog the liouse would have burned down. The one particular trick, however, which has made Baby the pnde and admiruion ot the entire city of Traverse is the manner in which he puts out fires. Fire in any shape is tome thing which he does not ap prove, and even as a puppy he showed the aost pronounced dislike to It. The light ing of a match anywhere near him "was a sure signal for a serits of growls and vifco.-ous attempts on his part to rearh the offending flame and putting it ont by hitting it with his paw. This peculiar trait was encouraged in tbe dog, and ho join became to feel that it wa his duty to put out every fire he saw. However, in- scented to know-, intuitively, that a fire in a stove or grate was not to be interfered with. Recently, Mr. Burns and his family had occasion to go away from home for a short time, leaving Baby in charge of the Iioum;. IU' had often acted in the capacity or housekeeper berore, and everybody felt perfectly .safe In leaving him on th watch. Just w'hat happened during the family's absence is not known, but a passing neighbor saw smoke coining o'lC of an upper window of the house and heard a furious barking from the inside. Forc ing an entrance, the neighbor found the house filled with smoke, and Baby rolling about on the floor iu the act of ex tinguishing the last flame of what hol evidently been a good-sized blaze. There was a big hole burnt in the carpet where a coal had evidently snapped out of the grate and started the fire, and .i goodly portion of Baby's long silken hair was singed. Tbe dog, however, did not appear to mind that, for when the last bin of flame was extinguished, he Jumped up and .showed every evidence of being well satisfied with himself and his work. Baby's other experience as a local fire department was in the house or a neigh bor whom Mrs. Burns was vL-iting. The dog was with her, and, for a few moment, was left alone in a rcom in which there was an open-grate fire. The attention of the occupants of tho house was attracted to the room in whuli the dog had been left by hearinc him growling and knocking the furniture about. On entering the room Baby was found witli a small rug in his mouth, drawing it back and forth over a small portion of the car pet which had been sel on fire probably by a live coal. On another occasion Baby put out a small blaze in an entirely different manner. A gentleman was sitting in a store near thy dog's home, holding a. lighted cigar in his hand. Baby went into the More, and. catching sight ot the lighted cigar, he stole quietly up behind the gentleman, and wit.i a quick stroke of his paw sent the cigar flying across the room, where hft pr cecded to extinguish it by repeatedly strik ing it with his paw. In appearance Baby is an unusually hand some dog. He has long, silky, black hair and eyes that sparkle with intelligence, un til ho looks as It he could speak It he only would. THE OPTIMISTIC ANDREW. Mr. Carnegie Tells How the Gooil Things. Are "Evenly Distributed. Andrew Carnegie is an optimist. At a reception tendered him a few eveningg since by the citizens of Johnstown he ai 1: It is not surprising that tha novscj in hu man affairs, looking for the first time upon society, should concluda that It is composed of warriug elements. That is a contradu tory view ot the elements constituting i ciety. Were they warring elements and an tagonistic they could never compose any thing; the tendency would be for them to flow apart, it is far from being true th-tt human society is composed of warring el -ments. but it is composed ot elements win- li are interdependent. "The prosperity or one class depends upon the prosperity of all classes, as a general rule. In the Baring panic of three years ago the richest men In the world were running around the streets ot New York under white umbrellas to shade them from the sun, trylmr to borrow money to meet their requirements. The boot blacks had to appeal for aid to enable them "to live, because their buslne."" had been lost to such an extent. Tills Is ,v true picture or human society. You canuoc strike one of the elements without the shock lelng communicated to the others which compose the community. It the butcher be not prosperous, the laker is not prosperous; and if the baker be not prosperous, the eandlcstlcfc makVr is in trouble. Riches accumulated' by .one class immediately tend to flow over Into otht-r classes. So, my fellow-citizens, we are all brothers, laboring for the common good, and no one class ot us but Is. dependent upon general prosperity ot the whole Tor his prosperity. Such is human society.' The Jupancse language is said to contain G0.000 words, a symbol foreach being re quired A well-educated Japanese is famil iar with about 10,000 of these symbols.