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The Log Cabin Democrat Published by THE CON WAV PRINTING CO. CONWAY, - - - ARKANSAS BIGGEST BUFFALO HERD LEFT It Is Expected to Number Close to a Thousand by the End of This Year. A report conies from Alberta, Canada, that the largest buffalo herd in the world, which is corralled near the town of Lainout, has wintered well. From the time the round-up of the herd commenced in Montana last year less than 1W> per cent, have been lost or died. According to Fur News, arrange ments are being made to bring up another 300 head, and Michael Pablo is engaged in getting them to gether on his ranch in Montana. Last year the -100 head brought to Canada were shipped by freight trains, but several were killed in loading and unloading. This year an attempt will be made to drive the herd up from Montana to this place, a distance of over 80 miles. This 80-mile drive of 400 wild buffalo will be one of the greatest undertakings in the history of cow punching. The government is calling for tenders for a wire fence around this preserve, which will be over 70 miles long and will cost approximately $80,000. The preserve is so arranged -.-that for 80 miles the railroad runs along one side, giving passengers a chance to see the herd. This is even now the largest herd of buffalo in the world. With the arrival of the other herd it will be doubled, and before the end of the year is expected to number close upon a thousand head, with a net increase of fully 23 per cent, an nually. MATTER O’ FACT. r T Miss Poetlcy—How delightful the singing of the bees! Mr. Hardohear—Maybe, but you ought to try one o' them there yaller Jackets! DITTO. Every employe of the Bank of England is required to sign his name in a book on his arrival in the morning, and, if late, must give the reason therefor. The chief cause of tardiness is usually fog, and the first man to arrive writes "fog” op posite his name, and those who fol low write “ditto.” The other day, however, the first late man gave as the reason, “wife had twins,” and 30 other late men mechanically signed \litto” underneath. STALE SLANG. Slang, like shell f.sh, must be fresh to be tolerable, or must have reached the authentic taste of the Chinese buried egg. We have wel comed many slang words from past centuries, and swallowed them with pleasure, as one may tackle the Chi nese egg disinterred. But the egg of two years ago is intolerable. And the only two bearable slangers are the user of the freshest word and the purveyor of the carefully potted word, lor example, you mustn’t aay “classy.”—London Chronicle. A HUT ON A MOUNTAIN. The Jungfrau railway in Switzer land has been utilized for the build of the new Concordia hut on that mountain. The material for it, weighing about 15 tons, was carried up to the Eismeer station, whence eight Grindelwald guides conveyed it for $800 across the steep Monchs joeh and then in sleighs across the snowfields and the Aletch glacier, to'its place. COLLEGE DISTINCTION. “Now that your son’s in college, I suppose he’ll be getting exclusive; he’ll be getting into the 400.” “Oh, he’s more exclusive than he’s on the nine already.”— adelphia Press. A PATHETIC STORY kittle Ju-Ju Is Now a Dead Dog But He Is to Have a Tombstone. “Ju-ju" was onto lhe name of a small dog. So small indeed was '■Ju-ju" that at a few yards distani lie was only visible through a tele scope. His tottering and enfeebled legs with difficulty supported an at tenuated frame. For the benefit of his delicate constitution lie was brought to Bermuda by an affec tionate mistress, who lavished both tears and caresses upon her Lilipu tian canine companion. She doctored and decorated him and led him len derlv at the end of a string through the streets of Bermuda, where ‘'Ju ju'' never failed to provoke the sym pathy and often, we are sorry to re late, the derision of the passerby. Notwithstanding the unremitting and careful attention of the best veterinary skill, “Ju-ju,” small as he was, dwindled perceptibly, and final ly died, lo the indescribable grief of ins mistress, j 1 is emaciated lime body was conveyed to a certain spot, which shall not be revealed, in Smith’s parish, and there interred. In due season the mistress of the de parted “Ju-ju” left Bermuda, and the memory of both her and her one time companion was almost forgot ten. Within the last few weeks, how ever, interest in the couple has been revived by the arrival, on the Ber mudian, of an eight-inch square tombstone, bearing the following in scription: “Ju-ju, from Paris.” The stone was sent from the gay cap ita! by “Ju-ju’s” mistress, and has since been erected over “Ju-ju’s” grave. Tlequiescat in pace.—Bermu da Koval Gazette. UNLUCKY JIMS. “James?” cried the divine. “Sure ly, madam, you are not going to name the child James?” “Why, yes; after his uncle, the colonel, you know.” “Who was killed in the Philip pines! Madam, James is a name of ill omen. 1 would sooner christen a child Jonah than James.” “I thought the contrary. Isn't there a song called ‘Lucky Jim?*”" she murmured. rfffik '*•*. “Andm false song it is,” said he. “Madam, in all history you will not find a great or happy James. But all of that. name. lik» Hazen Hyde, have come to grief. “William, John, Charles—there are a hundred names that have won fame and wealth in art, warfare, commerce and so forth. But you would rack your head in vain to find half a dozen great Jameses, madam/’ A QUEER TEST. The grocer said to the applicant: “Your references are good. Show me your style by weighing out five pounds of sugar. There’s the scales.” The applicant wreathed his face in the amiable smile all salesmen wear, and weighed out the sugar with dispatch and accuracy. He put on too little sugar at first; he added gently a full half pound be fore the scale balanced. “You’ll do.’’ said the grocer. “You understand the scale trick. It is plain that you learned vour trade in the thorough old-school wav.” “Yes, sir.” the other answered. “I learned in the country, and almost my first lesson was that in weighing you must add, add, add, till the beam tips, because all that adding pleases the customer—seems to him almost like a gift—but if, on the contrary, you subtract from the quantity on the scale, the customer is affected in the opposite wav—you seem to he robbing him—he goes away convinced that you are a stin gy cheat.” SCHEMES TO USE VESUVIUS Suggestions for Its Extinguishment or Utilization as a Crema torium. Two foreigners have presented projects to King Victor Emmanuel which have to do with the great ac tive volcano near .Naples, Vesuvius. The one, Herman, Herr Lichtenberg, lias ;i scheme for its annihilation; the other, an anonymous American, for its utilization as a crematorium. Herr Lichtenberg provides for the extinction of the volcano by an in genious system of subterranean canals, which will drown out the fire and render the land in the vicinity safe and productive. The American prefaces his project by declaring that cemeteries are so many plague spots, wiurn miuuiu ue aooiisnea uy inter national law all tho world over. A\ lion this is done, he declares that an American trust stands ready to build a colossal fleet of funeral ships, which would ply between the prin cipal ports of the world and Naples, conveying the dead of all nations to the Bay of Naples, where the re mains would be reverently received by representatives of all religious and ethical faiths of the universe in per manent residence m the foot of the mountain. Automatic railways would thence eouvey the corpses to the month of the crater, in which abyss millions r,t sons of men divided in life would in death be united in everlasting peace. creator of this unusual and ap parently ben«j|rial scheme forestalls flic imagined objections of Neopoli tan> bv adding that "so extravagant ly devout a populace would rather welcome as showers of blessings any such abundant hail of ancestral ashes.’’ CHURCH OF MANY COLORS. The vicar of Merrow, Surrey, m the current issue of the parish mag azine, states that while the pews of the church are of a uniform type there is a great “variety of colors, patterns and shades of hassock, car pet and cushion.” Ho adds that lie would like to make a bonfire of them all, and suggests that in future the ehurchwarders should be consulted before any upholstering is carried out.—London Daily Mail. NATIONAL LABOR LEADER Copyright v§ *'»'ik>d Kiwr«ti- ^ william D Huber, one of the vice-presidents of the American Federation of Labor, and well known in labor circles threughcut tho country. THE MASTER MOVE By GEORGE E. GARDNER. (Copyright, by Shortatory Pub. Co.) "Pshaw!” exclaimed Col. Jack, as he sprang to his feet in good humored disgust, "I thought 1 had you, but it's of no use: you are the verv devil at chess. Ned, and no mis take.” I laughed. The gaum had been mv hobby over since I could distin guish the pieces, and after my return from active service in India, a bach elors life at a London army club had given me full scope for its in- 1 diligence. I took an absurd pride in ihe skill which I bad at last acquired. I had hardy IiiiisIk'u my lauyh at Col. -I<u-l: s petulant-!- and was draw in ^ a cigar I'rnm his extended cast*, when lie suddenl-. droppid it anil ! prana’ toward- the d mr. exclaiming lelighfedly, "Joe l htinilt -igli! By all that s good. I didn't expect to you for a t welveinonth," and both of his hands caught in their sturdy grip those of a tall atnl stalwart man who had just entered the room. They talked together a few min utes. then Jack laughed hilariously,; as this old friend of mine always ! does when lie thinks his idea a clever one, and led his guest towards me. "('apt. Willis, this is mv friend, Maj. Chumleigh”—we shook hands —"lies a deuced good fellow, and that's one reason why I’ve intro duced him to another. But mv real motive is a baser one. ('humleighris a crank on chess, and hang me if 1,. don't want to see you beaten, Med. ^ ou'd play billiards oftengr and think less. Sit .right down and de feat him, Jyc, and I’ll feed you as you hav en't been fed for *?6 years.” "Uealiy, Jack, yoe will excuse tue,” a-id the major; "I ilon't care—' A immense, interrupted Col. Jack. "Vou love to play, and here’s j a man worthy of your metal.” “I have been fond of the game,” the other answered slowly, and with some embarrassment, “but I haven’t played for several months, and i ! hardly think that I shall again.” I looked at Maj. Chumlcigh curi ously. There was a puzzling intona tion in his speech which set me fairly on edge. “I really hope that you will honor me with a game,” 1 said. “I have not met with a mas ter at chess for a long time. At least tell us why you play no more.” “As the alternative is presented,” returned the major, “I suppose courtesy requires me to accept one or the other. Will it really give you pleasure to play with me?” “Indeed it will.” “Very well,” ho replied quietly, as he sat down, “but let me assure you that it will be hardly pleasant.” “Why not ?” 1 asked. “1 will tell you afterwards,” was the answer, and the game began. Less than half a dozen moves proved the man across the table a master: there went to be no false steps, no ridiculous blundering, no child's play here. With the sense which every skilled chess player has of his opponent’s prowess, 1 knew that every atom of judgment, fore sight and resource which 20 years of | training had produced must be used if I was to make even a resolute tight, to say nothing of gaining a victory. But on the whole he main tained a defensive attitude; finally his play weakened a bit. and in an hour 1 felt a reasonable assurance of success. The game was still far from won. but I could sec mv way clear, 1 thought, and mv opponent seemed unable to balk me. All the time, however, 1 had a confused and tin easy consciousness that lie was in some way leading me on in mv play, a conviction which was strengthened when a peculiar move of his king seemed to invite the very coup Idiad been planning to effect bv a slow and j circuitous policy. I looked up in quick surprise; his eye caught mine, but whether or no he realized the consequences of his play 1 could not tell. At all events, it would cer tainly secure me the victory, and in full confidence I hastened to tiring the game to an end. Things went my way; one more move and Maj. Chumleigh, 1 was convinced, would he powerless. The play was made, and 1 leaned back in my ehair and looked at my opponent with irri tating complacency. He glanced at the pieces, then at me, thought a moment, and moved a king. The play was an unexpected one, puz zTing. unintelligible, yet withal, ii disturbed my plan. 1 reflected a while, but to no purpose, and J’>11:11 moved my piece almost at haphazard. Chuir.leigh followed quickly. in amazement and contusion. I stated at the table- there was no leap lot if. Again my opponent played and I was beaten. And by a combi nation so deft, so cunning, so el fective, yet withal so unnatural anil grotesque, and so thorough!) non human, though .just why. il would he hard to tell, that its ctleet upon the, mind was positively startling. The major looked at me: neither of us spoke for a while. "Of whom did you learn that.' i asked at last. "1 learned it of no one. 1 merely saw it done." "Please explain,” I went on, more mystified than ever. My opponent threw himse l into an easy chair and lighted his vigar. “I came to England from the e.-is: a few months ago, after an ahsem e of II years, and my first thought. W'-' > There Wai No One There. after seeing my friends, was to run ! up into the country for some hunt ing. I hadn't been in London a I week when I ran across Smith—lit-; tie Smithie we used to call him at Kton—and in the course of conver sation I happened to remark that I wanted to tind a box in the country where 1 could stop a while. “‘I’ve got just the place for you, .Toe, down in Surrey/ said Smith, rather eagerly, ‘and you can have it, and welcome, as long as you want. I can't lease the property, and 1 don’t care to stay there myself/ “‘Why not, Smithie?’ I asked. “The old boy hesitated a little, shifted from one foot to the other, and then said in his squeaky voice, as though half ashamed of himself. ‘Well, dash it all, Joe, the blamed place is haunted/ “I laughed to burst, the idea was so funny, and little Smith's manner was funnier still. “ ‘Laugh away/ he spluttered, ‘but go down there and you’ll tind out. Perhaps haunt isn’t just the word, but it's curious anyway.’ ” ‘Tell me about it.’ I urged, but not another word would he lisp. “ ‘111 send the keys to your lodg ings,’ he said; and with that he was off. “The keys came in the afternoon, and the next day 1 ran down to Sur rey, directing my man to follow with some of my traps the next day. i arrived at noon, and found the place readily enough, a delightful little es tablishment, “After dining at the village inn, I entered my new domain, which I inspected carefully from roof to cel lar. No place ever looked less like the haunted house of story. It was a stone cottage and comparatively new, and everything about it was as trim and cheerful as one could wish. 1 went into each room, ready to feel any strange or,uncanny influence, such as Bulwer Lytton tells of, but not a thrill or a shudder did 1 un dergo. Neither were there gloomy old portraits or dusty paintings of any sort. Little Smithie’s taste didn’t run that way. The cellar was tight and well lighted, not a trap-door was found, and as for the garret—well, there wasn’t any. 1 spent the whole afternoon in rummaging into every nook and corner, and when I went down to the inn for tea. 1 could swear that not a spot had escaped my observation. “1 did not return until ten o'clock. The full moon made everything as light as day, while the taint, sweet odor of the flowers, and the cheery of a brook- near by. made the ,-v idea "f ghosts ridiculous, i .undue d that tlio whole affair was :oke of Smith's, and as the dwell ng was lighted |>y electricity from a irivato plant. I turned on t/rrv :.i;,ji. that no trick might be played 111>ii• i" the i-oxer of darkness. Then \\(j11 up to my room and was soon |lrp in certain figures. Perhaps an mur laid parsed, when, to tny intense airpri-i. I Maidenly found myself ■nvmg. '( nine in.' 1 knew that here had been no knock; yet 1 ■.eeliicd t'> have heard one. Then I vineinbered that I had locked the loor. I rose, turned the key, and ,vas about to open it, when the knob vas turned deliberately, and the door uviing dowh open. But there was to i in tit' re. I confess it made me diiver a bit. for the motion was >lain!\ caused by something. tliough hen was nothing io be seen. For h, tv was no i old at all. But some iow I knew it couldn't have been that. I lie 111*»\ * Mi' III < • .1i . I n*'n il5 "I'taiiiiv ami deliberately as before, lie door closed. Curiosity got the letter of alarm—indeed, alter a tno nenl I felt assured that there was no ■a use for disquiet, inexplicable though the affair seemed —and I ipened tlu door, to see if it would -lmt again. But, it remained mo tionless. Evidently my guest had :mteri’il. I looked intently about, but the glare of three incandescent lamps disclosed nothing. .Not. quite that, though. In one corner stood a ■ mall chess table. On this I now saw that the pieces were arranged in readme-- for play. Yet they had lain in a heap when I entered (lie room: of that I was certain. I ap proached the table and dropped into a chair. W hy it was I don't pretend to -ay. hut I put out my hand and made a move. I was more than startled when, in a moment, a piece on the other side was placed by — Something. But though I kept up n pretty lively thinking aie at the mys tery all the time, yet I retained my chess faculty and played as 1 had never done before. Mv invisible op ponent evidently thought Well of 1110, for he, or sl|o, or it. used greaf de liberation, and the move- were those of a master. ''Oner, when my opponent's piece was almiit to move, to see (he effect I placed my finger upon it. The movement at once ceased. Then f heard- -though aware there was no sound—a voice say courteously, ‘Ex cuse me, sir; 1 thought it was my turn.’ “ ‘So it is.’ I blurted out, ‘I bog your pardon.’ Then 1 looked at the empty chair opposite, and felt a hit queer again, lint the game was growing intensely interesting, anil after a time I became -o much ab sorhed in it that l pretty much ceased to think of the uncanny char acter of my opponent. Little l>v lit tle 1 appeared to be getting the upper hand, and at last I saw that, the pieces lay exactly as they had lain in a game I had once played with Tschigorin, and with a sigh of satisfaction 1 made the very play by which the great Russian had de feated me, and which he had pro nounced unanswerable. I had won, and I gazed exultantly at the de spondent space opposite. There was no move lor a long time, ‘(live it up, my friend?’ 1 asked lightly. I here was no response. Hut pres ently there came a play that puzzled me, a second that stunned trie, a third that defeated me. Upon my word, nothing in the whole strange performance affected me as those moves did, they were so utterly un natural. so beyond the power of man, as we know him, to conceive. They were the plays which you have just seen. “I rose, shivering. Then there came a faint, pleased Laugh, and something said, 'It’s worth while dying to learn how to play chess. I will come again to-morrow night. We will play together regularly, if you please, flood night.’ •‘Then the door opened, closed and I was alone.” "Did you play the next night?” I asked. ” Not much,” returned Chumleigh emphatically. ‘1 wrote Smith that I was suddenly called to Yorkshire, and that his house was at his dis posal. His answer was brief. It rau thus: ” ‘Old man Jackson was a crank on chess before lie died.’ ” "But wasn’t it all a dream, • mere trick of your imagination?* I suggested. The major shook his head. “Look at those plays,” he said de cisively ; “a man can understand them. Hut invent them? Lever I"