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Jack Keith, a Virginian, now a bor
der plainsman, Is riding along the Santa
Fe trail on the lookout for roaming war
parties of savages. He notices a camp
?.r at a distance and then sees a team
attached to a wagon and at full gallop
pursued by men on ponies. When Keith
reaches the wagon the raiders have mass
acred two men and departed. He searches
the victims finding papers and a locket
with a woman’s portrait. He resolves to
hunt down the murderers. Keith Is ar
* rested at Carson City, charged with the
murder, his accuser being a ruffian named
Black Bart. He goes to Jail fully realiz
ing the peril of swift border Justice. A
companion In his cell is a negro, who
tells him he Is Neb and that he knew the
Keith family back In Virginia. Neb says
one of the murdered mer. was John
Sibley, the other Gen. Willis Waite, for
merly an officer in the Confederate army.
The plainsman and Neb escape from the
cell, and later the two fugitives become
lost In the sand desert. They come upon
a cabin and find Its lone occupant to be a
young girl, whom Keith recognizes as a
singer he saw at Carson City. The girl
explains that she came there in search of
a brother who had deserted from the
army. A Mr. Hawley Induced her to
come to the cabin while he sought to lo
cate her brother. Hawley appears, and
Keith In hiding recognizes him as Black
Bart. Hawley tries to make love to the
fir!. There Is a terrific battle In the
arkened room In which Keith overcomes
Black Bart. Horses are appropriated, and
the girl who says that her name is Hope.
Joins in the escape.
CHAPTER Xll.—(Continued.)
“No; I have ridden this country tor
years, and there is no ranch pasturing
cattle along the Salt Fork. Miss Hope,
I want you to comprehend what it is
you have escaped from; what you are
now fleeing from. Within the last two
years an apparently organized body
of outlaws have been operating
throughout this entire region. Often
times disguised as Indians, they have
terrorized the Santa Fe trail for two
hundred miles, killing travelers in
small parties, and driving off stock.
There are few ranches as far west as
this, but these have all suffered from
raids. These fellows have done more
to precipitate the present Indian war
than any act of the savages. They
have endeavored to make the authori
ties believe that Indians were guilty
of their deeds of murder and robbery.
Both troops and volunteers have tried
to hold the gang up, but they scatter
and disappear, as though swallowed
by the desert. I have been out twice,
hard on their trail, only to come back
baffled. Now, I think accident has
given me the clue.”
She straightened up; glancing ques
ttoningly at him through the dark
“This is what 1 mean. Miss Hope.
I suspect that cabin to be the ren
dezvous of those fellows, and I half
believe Hawley to be their leader.”
“Then you will report all this to the
He smiled grimly, his lips com
“I hardly think so; at least, not for
the present, i am not blood thirsty,
or enamored of man-hunting, but l
happen to have a personal Interest in
this particular affair which I should
prefer to settle alone.” He paused,
swiftly reviewing the circumstances
of their short acquaintance, and as
suddenly determined to trust her dis
cretion. Deep down In his heart he
rather wanted her to know. "The fact
of the matter is, that Neb and 1 here
were the ones that particular posse
were trailing."
“You!” her voice faltered. “He
Bald those men were under arrest
for murder, and had broken jail."
“He also said it was easy to con
vict men in this country if you only
knew how. It is true we broke jail,
but only in order to save our lives; it
■was the only way. Technically, we
are outlaws, and now run the risk of
immediate re-arrest by returning
north of the Arkansas. We came to
you fugitives; 1 was charged with
murder, the negro with assault. So.
you see. Miss Hope, the desperate
class of men you are now associating
The slight bitterness In his tone
stung the girl into resentment. She
was looking straight ai him. but in
the gloom he could not discern the
expression of her eyes.
"1 don’t believe it,” she exclaimed
decisively, "you—you do not look like
"My appearance may be sufficient to
convince you,” he returned, rather dry
ly, "but would weigh little before a
Western court. Unfortunately, the
evidence was strong against me; or
would have been had the case ever
come to a trial. The strange thing
about it was that both warrants were
sworn out by the same complaiuaut.
and apparently for a similar purpose— ■
‘Black Bart’ Hawley.”
“What purpose?"
“To keep us from telling what we
knew regarding a certain crime, in
which either he. or some of hts inti
mate friends, were deeply interested."
“But it would all come out at the
trial, wouldn't It?”
“There was to be no trial; Judge
Lynch settles the majority of such
cases out here at present. It is ex
tremely simple. Listen, aud l will tell
you the story."
He reviewed briefly those oceur-
Tences leading directly up to his ar
rest. saving little regarding the hor
rors of that scene witnessed near the
Clmmaron Crossing, but making suffl
ciently clear his very slight connec
tion with it. and the reason those w ho
were guilty of the crime were so anx
ious to get him out of the way. s>he
listened intently, asking few ques
tions, until he ended. Then thev both
looked up, conscious that dawn was
becoming gray in the east. Keith s
first thought was one of relief—the
bright sky showed him they were rid
ing straight north.
The Ford of the Arkansas.
They were still in the midst of the
yellow featureless plain, but the weary
Size Not Relative Matter
Scientific Explanation of Why Small
Men Seem to Possess Abnormal
Lecturing at the Sorbonne. M. Louis
Lapicque, the eminent French scien
tist, has endeavored to explain the
mystery of why little men often eat
much more proportionately than big
men It Is well known that the un
<li‘tv!7' ' •’ ex eat enormously
(Copyright, A. C. McClurg & Cos., ISU)
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“! don't believe it—ycu—you do not look like that,” she exclaimed.
horses had slowed down to a walk,
the heavy sand retarding progress. It
was a gloomy, depressing scene in the
spectral gray fight, a wide circle of
intense loneliness, unbroken by either
dwarfed shrub or bunch of grass, a
barren expanse stretching to the sky.
Vague cloud shadows seemed to lilt
across the level surface, assuming fan
tastic shapes, but all of the same dull
coloring, imperfect and unfinished.
Nothing seemed tangible or real, but
rather some grotesque picture of de
lirium, ever merging into another yet
more hideous. The very silence of
those surrounding wastes seemed bur
densome, adding immeasurably to the
horror. They were but specks crawl
ing underneath the sky—the oniy liv
ing, moving objects in all that im
mense circle of desolation and death.
Keith turned in his saddle, looking
back past Neb —who swayed in his
seat, with head lolling on his breast
as though asleep, his horse plodding
after the others—along the slight trail
they had made across the desert. So
far as eye could reach nothing moved,
nothing apparently existed. Fronting
again to the north he looked upon the
same grim barrenness, only that far
off, against the lighter background of
distant sky, there was visible a faint
blur, a bluish haze, which he believed
to be the distant sand dunes border
ing the Arkansas. The intense dreari
ness of it all left a feeling of depression.
His eyes turned and regarded the girl
riding silently beside him. The same
look of depression was visible upon
her face, and she was gazing off into
the dull distance with lack-luster eyes,
her slender form leaning forward, her
hands clasped across the pommel.
The long weariness of the night had
left traces on her young face, robbing
it of some of its freshness, yet Keith
found it more attractive in the grow
ing daylight than amid the lamp shad
ows of the evening before. He had
not previously realized the peculiar
clearness of her complexion, the rose
tint showing through the olive skin,
or the soft and silky fineness of her
hair, which, disarranged, was strange
ly becoming under the broad brim of
the hat she w f ore, drawn low until it
shadowed her eyes. It was not a fate
to be easily associated with frontier
concert halls, or any surrender to
evil; the chin round and firm, the lipa
full, yet sufficiently compressed; the
whole expression that of pure and
dignified womanhood. She puzzled
him. and he scarcely knew what to
believe, or exactly how to act toward
“Our friends back yonder should be
| turning out from the corral by now,"
j he said finally, anxious to break the
! silence, for she had not spoken since
;he ended his tale. “It will not be
i long until they discover Hawley’s
! predicament, and perhaps the welkin
already rings with profanity. That
i may even account for the blue haze
{ out yonder.”
She turned her eyes toward him,
and the slightest trace of a smile ap
peared from out of the depths of their
"If they would only remain satisfied
with that. Will they icllow us. do
you think? And are we far enough
away by this time to be safe?"
"It is hardly likely they will let us
escape without a chase,” he answered
slowly. "We possess too much infor
mation now- that we have then* ren
i dezvous located, and ‘Black Bar.;’ will
I hae a private grudge to revenge, i
j wonder if he suspects who attacked
him! But don’t worry. Miss Hope;
j we have miles the start, and the wind
j has been strong enough to cover oiy
trail. Do you see that dark irregular
i ity ahead?"
“Yes; is it a cloud?”
more than the tail Hindus. Small a
mala eat m*.re in proportion than
large ones, and in everyday life we
will often see a little man eat a big
steak and trimmings in a restaurant,
while at the adjoining table a six-foot
giant weighing 240 pounds finds sat
isfaction in crackers and milk
Professor Lapicque says that the
quantity of food consumed Is not de
termined by the relative efficiency of
A. . Author Or I ' My Lady Of The South.'J
Whem Wilderness Was King' EtcTtc -i
Illustrations 5v Deakbskn MelvioT-C
"No; the Arkansas sand dunes. I
am going to try to keep the horses
moving until we arrive there. Then
we will halt and eat whatever Neb
has packed behind him, and rest tor
an hour or two. Ycu look very tired,
but 1 hope you can keep up for that
distance. We shall be safely out of
sight then.”
“Indeed, I am tired; the strain of
waiting alone in that cabin, and all
that happened last night, have tried
me severely. But—but I can go
Her voice proved her weakness, al
though it was determined enough, and
Keith, yielding to sudden impulse, put
out his hand, and permitted it to rest
upon hers, clasped across the pommel.
Her eyes drooped, but there was no
change of posture.
“Your nerve is all right,” he said,
admiringly, “you have shown yourself
a brave girl.”
“i could not be a coward, and be
my father’s daughter,” she replied,
with an odd accent of pride In her
choking voice, "but I have been afraid,
and —and . am still.” v
“Of what? Surely, not that those
fellows will ever catch up with us?”
“No, I hardly know what, only there
is a dread 1 cannot seem to shake off,
as if some evil impended, the coming
of which l can feel, but not see. Have
you ever experienced any such pre
monition ?”
He laughed, withdrawing his hand.
“I think not. 1 am far too prosaic
a mortal to allow dreams to worry me.
So far 1 have discovered sufficient
trouble in real life to keep my brain
active. Even now 1 cannot forget how
hungry I am.”
She did not answer, comprehending
how useless it would be to explain
and a little ashamed of her own ill
defined fears, and thus they rode on in
silence. He did not notice that she
glanced aside at him shyly, marking
the outline of his clear-cut features.
It was a manly face, strong, alive, full
of character, the well-shaped head
firmly poised, the broad shoulders
squared in spite of the long night of
weary exertion. The dept as of her
eyes brightened with appreciation.
As It Works
Usual Experience of Man Who Starts
Out to “Show” the Folks
Bac> Home.
In the American Magazine Eugene
Wood writes on “Hunting a Job in
the Wicked City.” It is extraordinary
.n its observation and humor. Many
of u.~ have been through what he de
scribes Following is an extract:
“You pack your trunk and start for
the Wicked City There are lots of
jobs there. True, there are lots of
people looking for them, too. But
then, genuine merit, is bound to suc
ceed. and that’s the kind you’ve got,
the sort with the yellow label on it
and genuine blown in the bottle.
You’ll work like the very dickens, and
save up your money, and get rich, and
then you'll come back and show 'em.
You’ll just show 'em.
“You'll show 'em. Yes. you will.
You can’t show ’em in Johnnycake
Corners Some day when you've got
so many millions of dollars you don’t
know how many you have got and
your name is in the papers as often
as Chauncey M. Depew's use’* to he.
the digestive organs. On the con
trary the digestive organs are more
efficient in small animals because they
are more urgently needed. With
smaller furnaces and boilers Inside
them, and n relatively larger cooling
surface to provide for, the smaller
animals must attend to their stoking
and maintain their food supply with
much more care than their larger com
panions. Proportionately to its weight
a pigeon requires five times as much
nourishment as a man: a bengal. a
kind of Oriental finch, six times as
, oflfr? C .- /; .-
"I believe your story, Mr. Keith,
she said at last softly.
“My story?” questioningly, and turn
ing instantly toward her.
“Yes; all that you have told me
about what happened.”
“Oh; 1 had almost forgotten having
told it, but 1 never felt any doubt but
what you would believe. I don t think
1 could lie to you.”
It was no compliment, but spoken
with such evident honesty that her
eyes met his with frankness.
“There could be no necessity; only
I wanted you to know that ! trust
you, and am grateful.”
She extended her hand this time,
and he took it within hiß own, holding
it firmly, yet without knowing what
to answer. There was strong impulse
within him to question her, to learn
then and there her own life story. Yet,
somehow, the reticence of the girl
restrained him; he could not deliber
ately probe beneath the veil she kept
lowered between them. Until she
chose to lift it herself voluntarily, he
possessed no right to intrude. The
gentlemanly Instincts of youngef
years held him silent, realizing clear
ly that whatever secret might domi
nate her life, it was hers to conceal
just so long as she pleased. Out of
this swift struggle of repression he
managed to say;
”1 appreciate your confidence, and
mean to prove worthy. Perhaps some
day I can bring you the proofs."
“I need none other than your own
“Oh, but posadbly yon are too easily
convinced; you believed in Hawley.
She looked at him searchlngly, her
eyes glowing, her cheeks flushed.
“Yes," she said slowly, convincing
ly. “I know I did: I—l was so anx
ious to be helped, but —hut this Is dif'
She Thought Wealthy Couple Were
Making Sport of Her Wedding
Recently, when the wealthy Mile, ds*
R. was to be married, one of cur good
duchesses had to make her a present,
just a little present. The duchess
thought it would be useless to expend
much money for a person so rich. She
thought if she would look through tier
vast mansion she would be able to find
something, some trinket, to which the
addition of her card would give suffl
cient glory. She finally found in her
writing desk an insignificant cameo
that she had cnce worn.
The following day she received from
her young friend a letter of enthusi
astic thanks: “Oh. you have been very
foollsni This is too, too beautiful,”
"She Is making sport of my little
present,” thought the good duchess.
Then came a second letter, this time
from the husband who was to be:
“How can we thank you? We are de
lighted. This will spoil us.”
“The impertinent fellow,” said the
duchess, “he wants me to understand
that 1 have been niggardly.”
Nevertheless she went to pay a visit
to the R.’s before the marriage. There
In the midst of the presents, exposed
in a most prominent place, she saw the
little cameo placed upon her card. An
old gentleman approached her. He
was a member of the Academy of In
scriptions and Belleslettres.
"What a wonderful present you have
given these children. Madame la duch
ess,” he said. For forty years we have
been seeking for this very cameo. It
is of the era of Trojan, and this trin
ket is valued at two hundred thousand
Ah, the poor duchess.—Le Crt and(
Primitive Canadian College.
A great institution in embryo is the
remarkable Emanuel college at Saska
toon, in the diocese of Saskatchewan.
At the present time sixty young men
are being trained there under Princi
pal Lloyd to meet the rapidly grow
ing demand for young clergymen in
the vast territory of westeren Canada.
A picture of this college shows a lot
of wooden huts of the simplest spe
cies, standing on the open prairie
Two tutors live in shacks also
in Real Life
you go back home on a visit and, on®
day, just for a cod, you stop and sea
the man that fired you. First thing
hell say is, ‘Nothing today,’ and when
you convince him that you aren't ped
dling anything, and tell him your
name, he’ll say, oh, yes, he remembers
you, and come to find out, he isn’t you
but your cousin he remembers. And
after you tell him with much detail
what house you used to live in, and
your mother’s connections and all. he
says: ’’Oh, yes. Why, certainly. I
know you like a book. Well, how's
things with you? Who you workin’
for these days?’ You’ll show ’em.”
The Fatal Ring.
An amazing story Is told by the late
head of the Paris morgue. Five times
within his 'xperience dead bodies
brought te the morgue were found to
be wearing a certain ring easily dis
tinguishable by Its strange design. It
bore in Eastern characters this le
gend: ’’May whosoever wears this
ring die a miserable death.” M. Mace,
.ate chief of the Paris police, vouches
for the truth of this.
much as a pigeon. That is to say. a
bengal must eat thirty times as fast
as a man or die of hunger. If he
took to meat eating by way of saving
time and energy he would require his
own weight of underdone beefsteak
each day. At the same rate, and al
lowing eight hours for sleep, a man
would have to eat a substantia! m?al
ever;- sixteen minutes.
Men have more temptations than
women because they kne w where to
look for them.
The braves of the Creek Nation—
-6,000 Indians in ail —sat in solemn
oouncil. They were lined up on the
sides of a huge square. Colonel Haw-
Itins, the Indian commissioner, was
about to harangue them. As Hawkins
rose to speak, he halted, dumfounded
at a strange sight
Into the hollow square stalked a
tall Indian. His face was painted jef
black, streaked with queer daubs of
white. His half-naked body was as
black and hideous as his face. Upon
his head waved a forest of eagle
plumes. Behind his back dangled the
taW of a newly-slain buffalo. Like
some nightmare ghost the weirdly
arrayed Indian strode into the square.
At his heels were thirty other sav
nges in like disguise. Around the
open square they marched in utter
silence, their leader halting now and
then to exchange mystic “peace
signs” with the more prominent or
*he Creek chiefs.
Then the odd procession vanished.
No word had been spoken. Yet the
Creeks, who had come to the confer
ence prepared to join forces with the
United States, suddenly changed their
minds. Hawkins’ most eloquent pleas
fell upon deaf ears. Nor could the
commissioner understand what had
befallen. He asked the name of the
black-painted leader who had thus
boldly broken in upon a solemn coun
cil. The half-awed reply of the Creeks
Man Who Hated Progress.
Tecjumseh was bravest and yisest
of the Shawnee chiefs. He was bom
near Springfield, 0., in 1768. When
he was a young man he won fawu in
the campaign against General
Wayne’s Yankee troops. From boy
hood he hated t,ie United States.
Nor could Gen. W. H. Harrison, the
local Indian agent, soften his hatred.
He repudiated all land treaties made
with the whites, and in 1808 hit upon
a scheme which threatened to oh<*ch
westward progress. He planned to
combine all the warring western
tribes and to form them into a
mighty federation whose object was
to destroy the white men. Tecumseh
was helped by his brother, “the
Prophet,” who accomplished a seyies
of neat, hand-made miracles tjiat
made a tremendous impression on the
The great plan failed, through the
loss of the battle of Tippecanoe (at
which Tecumseh was not present),
and the baffled leader shifted to the
far south. There he sought to stir
up the tribes against the government
and to make them allies of the Brit
ish. For the War of 1812 was at hand.
Like a firebrand, he swept through
An Indian chief —light of skin, slen
der, graceful, handsome —stood con
fronting a hundred savages with his
drawn bow. The threatened men were
chiefs and sub-chiefs of the Seminole
nation. Brave they were and fierce
warriors. Yet they shrank before the
leveled arrow of this one leader. For
it was well known he never twanged
bowstring nor pulled trigger without
killing. While the Seminoles hesitat
ed he* spoke:
“No treaty shall be signed,” said he,
“which robs us of our land. The man
who sets his name to such a paper
dies at my hand."
The speaker was As-se-he-ho-lar
(meaning “Black Drink.”) The name
has been shortened in history to “Os
ceola.” His mother was daughter of
a Creek Indian chief. His father was
William Powell, an Englishman. Os
ceola was born near Chattahoochee,
Oa., in 1804. When he was a n?ere
child his mother fled from her English
husband, taking her son with her, and
never pausing in her flight until she
reached her father’s tribe in southern
Georgia. Whether because her hus
band had maltreated her or for some
other cause, she had a mortal hatred
for all white men, and she made her
son hate them even more bitterly than
did she. Both she and Osceola spoke
English as readily as their own lan
The Creek tribe which Osceola and
his mother joined went to war in 1818
with the United States. Osceola was
only fourteen years old, yet so valiant
was he and already so brilliant a com
mander that he was chosen as one of
the tribe’s sub-chiefs. He and his
people fought in vain against the gov
ernment troops and were forced to re
treat southward into the “Everglades”
of Florida. There they joined the
Seminoles. Micanopy, the Seminole
sachem, was old and a peaceful na
ture. So the boy, Osceola, quickly be
came a real war chief of the Semi
noles. For the next few years he
went from tribe to tribe of the “na
tion,” preaching against the white
men and preparing the savages for
war. Then came the first great clash
with Uncle Sam.
The government decided to ship the
whole Seminole nation west of the
Mississippi and to pay them a nomi
nal sum for their Florida land. A few
chiefs were induced on March 9, 1832,
to sign a treaty to this effect Osceola,
Branch of Art In Which Millet It
Universally Accorded a High
"Miiiet’s nudes are among the very
best things he ever made, and what
has become of them is one of the mys
teries of art commerce, for very rare
ly is one seen in public sales,” writes
Charles Jacque, himself a painter and
etcher of repute, in his “Recollections
of Millet," in Century.
‘T say they are among the best, be
cause to make a good nude Is the very
greatest thing in art, and Millet bad
an immense sense of the nude; he
saw right through a living figure. His
nude work seems to be more spon
taneous in many respects than almost
anything else he ever did, though, as
a matter of construction, all of his
figures are dominated by this sense,
no matter how thick and rude were
the grrments covering them.
'Thi.. surpassing merit of Millet’s
ork is almost entirely overlooked,
hough it Is a basic quality of the 1%
the south. Almost everywhere his
fierce eloquence drew the Indians to
nis standard. In alarm, the govern
ment tried to check this uprising.
Hawkins was sent to urge the Creeks
to stand firm in their allegiance to
Uncle Sam. But Tecumseh was too
deter for him. By marching into the
council square and by the use of cer
tain sacred Indian rites he quite
spoiled the effect of Hawkins’ speech.
Then Tecumseh made a fervent ap
peal to the Creeks to cast off the
white men, to give up farming and to
turn back to their old wild life of
hunting and fighting. He said he
bore that message from the Great
Spirit, who also ordered them to side
with the British. One Creek chief,
"Big Warrior” by name, doubted this
and demanded proof.
“I will give you proof!” shouted Te
cumseh. “When the hour for the up
rising comes you shall see my arm
stretched like pale fire across the
heavens. I go now to Detroit. When
I arrive there I shall stamp my foot,
and every house in your village shall
fall to the ground.” This was in the
autumn of 1812. In December of that
year a comet stretched across the
skies, and an earthquake overturned
the Creek village. This was proof
enough for the Creeks that Tecumseh
was inspired.
A Mysterious Disappearance.
Meantime Tecumseh took the field
with the British in the War of 1812.
He was made a brigadier-general, and
at the head of thousands of native
warriors along the Canadian border
did mighty deeds against the United
States. Says one British historian:
“But for the red men led by the
brave Tecumseh it is probable we
should not low have Canada."
At the slajfe of Fort Meigs Tecum
seh was foremost in the attack. He
saved all the American prisoners
there from torture. For, although he
hated every white man, he would
never permit a captive to be tortured
or burned. Just before the famous
battle of the Thames Tecumseh laid
aside his gorgeous uniform and sword
and donned his simple hunting dress.
When he was asked why he did this
he answered simply and fearlessly:
“This day I shall die.”
Nor after the battle could any trace
of him be found. It was claimed—
but not proven—that Col. Richard
Johnson killed him. But his body was
not discovered on the field. Supersti
tious natives believed he was miracu
lously spirited away to the happy
hunting grounds. His exact fate is
still a mystery. General Harrison
wrote praising Tecumseh’s genius for
war and statecraft.
in fury, denounced such an act and
lashed his people to rebellion. Then
it was that he called the council and
threatened to shoot dead the first man
who should agree to leave Florida.
Micanopy was as wax in the hands of
the local Indian agent. But he feared
to disobey Osceola more than he
dreaded the power of the white men.
The agent saw that Osceola was the
real power in Florida, so he spread be
fore the young savage a cojy of the
treaty, begging him to sign it. By way
of answer, Osceola drove his knife
through the paper. The agent threat
ened him with the wrath of President
Jackson, former conqueror of Florida..
Osceola retorted: ,
“I fear Jackson no more than I fear
The conference broke up In disor
der. Osceola’s hatred cf the whites
was increased tenfold when they cap
tured his young wife and sold her a*
a slave. He himself was captured, but
escaped from jail inside of two daya.
After that, it was war to the death.
Osceola looked on the Indian agent ajj
O's worst enemy. Soon afterward the
agent’s dead body was found, pierced
by fourteen bullets Major Dade, with
110 soldiers, was marching inland
from Tampa when Osceola and a band
of braves flung themselves on tho
troops and slaughtered all but three
of them. Then with an inferior force
he marched against General Clinch
and 1,000 soldiers. He martialed his
little army like an expert tactician.
The Indians held off the troops until
all their ammunition was gone, then
retreated in safety. Osceola himself
is said to have slain 40 white men In
that fight.
An Act of Treachery.
Battle followed battle, with varying
results. At times Osceola used all the
wily tricks of his race, pretending to
agree to the government's wishes;
then, as soon as he was strong enough,
breaking out in some new section.
When hard pressed he and his men
would take refuge in the “Everglades.”
At last, in 1837, a temporary peace
was patched up with the government.
Under a flag of truce and a promise
of safety Osceola went by invitation
to a conference in General Jesup’s
camp. There he was treacherously
seized, carried to St. Augustine and
thrown into prison. Thence he was
moved to Fort Moultrie, at Charleston,
3. C.
most importance. It explains some
what why he simplified costume, why
he kept close to what is fundamental,
the human form itself. I have often
wondered if the spur of necessity
need of bread—had not something to
do with the freshness and living char
acter of these little affairs.
“If Millet had devoted himself to the
nude simply and solely as an expres
sion of art in its highest phase he
would have been not only the greatest
arti3t of his time, but his fame would
have escaped the vulgar notoriety
which the Ignorant public has attached
to it —that of a peasant painter.”
Hotel Clerk’s Observation.
“There are two classes or arrivals
who ask you to register for them."
said a hotel clerk. ”9ne Is the wom
an with tight gloves who retlly can
not write. The other is the mm who
arrive after 11 p. m. and who say ‘Just
register (hie), old man, will youT
Been carrying this grip and inland’!
so nervous I couldn't hold a pen.’ ”
business Directory
I Neal Brown h. A. PraUt Fred ttenrick
’ Practice In nil courts. Loans, Abstracts and
j Collections. Officesover First National Bank
Ireutzer, Bird & Rosenberry
ATTORNEYS AT LAW. eoroer Feurlh an! 1
Soot! rirceti. Wlicuuin Valley Truat btuij
i*fl. Maney la loan in lax fa a> small amounts.
CoileoCant a penalty.
ATTORNEYS AT LAW. Leant m<] CaOaa.
™ ttam a aymiaky. OK*. *OS Tluri atrat
Money la lean. Ottct* aar Marathon County
Bank. Tsltpboa. Na. 1178.
ATTORNEY AT LAW. Ofiict in National Gas
man American Bank Luiiiinj.
ATTORNEY AT LAW. Otoca an Scott (tree*,
opposite the Court Heme.
ATTORNEY AT LAW. Oikcc in Pint NaKsnal
Bank builling.
I 615-17 Third street, Wausau. Wl*.
ATTORNEY AT LAW. Office 502 Thiri J*.
k Naflorfal Carman American Bank buttling.
stuih ol the Flrii National Bank. Spscial atten
tion given la disea.a ei women and children.
Telephone connection.
520 Third Strict
ORice boars 9 to 12. 1:30 to 5 p. na.
Tuetday and Saturday evenings.
Office Phone 1209. Residence Phone 1767.
I I* 620 MoOlellau Bt. Telephone 1567.
Physician and Surgeon
Office omr Dunbar’s jewelry store. Office
hours—B:3o to 10:30 a. m.: 2:00 to 5;00 p. tn.;
7:00 to 8:00 p, m. ’Phone 1623.
Physician and Surgeon
311 Third St., over Mayer’s
Shoe Store.
Phone 1034 Wausau, Wis.
Physician and Surgeon
Offi'ce 512 Third St. Office Phone 1569
Residence, 60S Grant St. Bos. Phone 1698
Wausau, Wisconsin
All kinds of light and lieavy draying,
Household goods moved, Ireighl delivered,
etc. Rates the lowest and service prompt
Henry Fenner
Has the latest and best outfit for
moving buildings in Northern
Wisconsin, and a crew of ex
perienced men 3 s O* j*
o*rtCt AMO A&ttMM
621 Wausau Ivr, Wausau, Wii
Native town patriotism
is the mother of home success.
Good things to sell, proper
publicity in this paper and
stick-toitiveness win buyers in
this vicinity —buyers mean
money, money brings every
thing to your door, n :: ::
(Copyright, 12tt, by W. M. C.)
Greceries, GSothing, Hoy,
reed, fteur, iVoduec, Etc.
McKinley Bldg., Wausau, Wls.
C. W. Chubbuck
Offices—Lawrence Bicck
Nos. 515 517 Third Street
National German American Bank
Telephone 1711
Dr. Russell Lyon
Wlteonila Valley Treil Co.’e
Building, Cor. 4th anil Scott It*.
Pail Block. 210 Third Street
Dr. G. G. Anderson
Office over Uu.ller’i Jewelry Here. Office
bourn from S :30 a. m. to It m.; 1:30 to ft p. m.
Tuesday and Saturday evaninca, 7 to I p. m.
oUic. 812 S. Firct Avenue, ever AW wmt di
<in: j don
■■■ ■■ 600
C. F. Woodward
has tuned over 500 Planoa !
Wausau. Hla work is scientific,
up-to-date and satisfactory. Put
in your order at the James Music
Cos. or telephone No. 1647.
wn. zmnER
If you are a Paper
hi want o Hanging,
of any v Hardwood
wn. zsnnEK,
T. O. box, 21S; telephone, No. IMOt
Estimates Riven on ihort notion.
We have the only abstract oi Mara thou
county. We have a thoroughly qualified
abstractor, and make abstracts at reason
able prices. We are responsible for all
abstracts made by us and guarantee that
tliery show ihe condition oi the title proper
ly as it appears on record.
1 An abstract oi title is useful if you de
sire to sell or mortgage your property, and
is very valuable in ascertaining delects in
your title that can be easily remedied, and
yet might be sufficient to spoil a sale. il
you desire an abstract oi the title to you*
property, call and see us.
Wausau Law & Land Associatioa
Properly Owners
Zimmerman & Rowley
—Who represent-.
Fire Insurance Companies
that pay losses promptly
Basement Marathon County Bank
Phone 1000
City ’Bus and Baggage Line
Corner Second and Jefferson Sts.
Telephone 1022

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