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ESTEBAN’S CONNECTION WITH THE INSURRECTOS
BRINGS DISASTER UPON HIMSELF AND ROSA.
Synopsis.—Don Esteban Varona, a Cuban planter, hides his wealth
—money, jewels and title deeds—in a well on his estate. The hiding
place is known only to Sebastian, a slave. Don Esteban's wife dies at
the birth of twins, Esteban and Rosa. Don Esteban marries the
avaricious Donna Isabel, who tries unsuccessfully to wring the secret
of the hidden treasure from Sebastian. Angered at his refusal, she
urges Don .Esteban to sell Evangelina, Sebastian’s daughter. Don
Esteban refuses, but in the course of a gambling orgie, he risks
Evangelina at cards and loses. Crazed by the loss of his daughter,
Sebastian kills Don Esteban and is himself killed. Many years pass
and Donna Isabel is unable to And the hidden treasure. Don Mario,
rich sugar merchant, seeks to marry Rosa, who has returned from
.school in the United States. Johnnie O’Reilly, an American, who loves
Rosa, wins her promise to wait for him until he can return from New
York.
CHAPTER IV—Continued.
— 4 —
Seating himself on one of the old
stone benches, the young man lit a
cigarette and composed himself to
wait He sat there for a long time,
grumbling inwardly, for the night was
damp and was sleepy ; but at last
a figure stole out of the gloom and
Joined him. The newcomer was a rag
ged negro, dressed in llie fashion of
the poorer country people.
“Well. Asensio, 1 thought you’d
never come. I’ll get a fever from this!”
Esteban said irritably.
“II is a long way. Don Esteban, and
Evangelina made me wait until dark.
I tell you we have to be careful these
days.”
“What is the news? What did you
hear?”
Asensio sighed gratefully as he seat
ed himself. “One hears a great deal,
but one never knows what to believe.
There is fighting in Santa Clara, and
Maceo sweeps westward.”
Taking the unaddressed letter from
his pocket, Esteban said. “I have an
other message for Colonel Lopez.”
“That Lopez! He’s here today and
I lice tomorrow; one cad never lind
him.”
“Well, you must find him, and im
mediately. Asensio. This letter con
tains important news—so important, in
fact”—Esteban laughed lightly—“that
If you find yourself in danger from the
Spaniards I’d advise you to chew it up
and swallow it as quickly as you can.”
“I’ll remember that,” said the negro,
“for there’s danger enough. Still, I
fear these Spaniards less than the
guerrilleros: they a-e everywhere.
They call themselves patriots, but they
are nothitig more than robbers.
They—”
Asensio paused abruptly. He seized
his companion by the arm and, lean
ing forward, stared across the level
garden into the shadows opposite.
Something was moving there, under
the trees; the men could see that it
was white and formless, and that It
pursued an erratic course.
“What’s that?” gasped the negro. He
begun to tremble violently and his
breath became audible. Esteban was
compelled to hold him down by main
force. “It’s old Don Esteban, your fa
ther. They say be walks at midnight,
carrying his head in his two bands.”
Young Varona managed to whisper,
with some show of courage: “Hush!
Wait! I don’t believe in ghosts.” Nev-
'•What’s That?" Gasped the Negro.
•rtheless. he was on the point of set
ting Asenslo an example of undignified
flight when the mysterious object
emerged from the shadows into the
open moonlight: then he sighed with
relief: “Ah-h! Now I see! It is my
stepmother. She Is asleep."
For a moment or two they watched
the progress of the white-robed figure;
then Esteban stirred and rose from his
seat. "She’s too close to that well.
There is—" He started forward a
pace or two. “They say people who
walk at night go mad If they’re awak
ened too suddenly, and yet—“
When (he somnambulist's deliberate
progress toward the mouth of the well
continued he called her name softly.
“Donna Isabel I” Then he repeated it
louder. "Donna Isabel I Wake up.”
The woman seemed to hear aud yet
no; to hear. She turned her head to
listen, but continued to walk.
“Don’t be alarmed,” he said, reas
suringly. “It is only Esteban—Donna
Isabel! Stop!” Esteban sprung for
ward. shoutiug at the top of his voice,
for at the sound of her name Isabel j
b id abruptly swerved to her right, a j
movement which brought her danger- :
ously close to the lip of the well.
"Stop' Go back!” screamed the i
young man.
Above his warning there came a j
shriek, shrill and agonized—a wall of j
such abysmal terror us to shock the
birds and the insects into still
ness. Donna Isabel slipped, or stum
bled, to her knees, she balanced briefly,
clutching at random while the earth
anil crumbling cement gave way be
ueath h(Jl ' : she slid forward and
disappeared, almost out from between
Esteban's hands. There was a noisy
rattle of rock and pebble and a great
splash far below; a chuckle of little
stones striking the water, then a faint
bubbling. Nothing more. The stepson
stood in his tracks, sick, blind with
horror: he was swaying over the open-
when Asensio dragged him back.
Panebo Cueto, being a heavy sleeper,
was the last to be roused by Esteban’s
outcries. When he had hurriedly
slipped into his clothes in response to
the pounding on his door, the few serv
ants that rhe establishment supported
had been thoroughly awakened. Cueto
thought they must be out of their
minds until he learned what had be
fallen the mistress of the house. Then,
being a man of action, he too issued
swift orders, with the result that by
the time he and Esteban had run to
the well a rope and lantern were readv
for their use. Before Esteban could
lotm and fir a loop for his shoulders
there was sufficient help on hand to
lower hint into the treacherous abyss.
That was a gruesome task which fell
to Esteban, for the well had been long
unused, its sides were oozing slime, its
waters were stale and black. He was
on the point of fainting when he finally
climbed out. leaving the negroes to
hoist the dripping, inert weight which
he had found at the bottom.
Old Sebastian’s curse had come
true; Donna Isabel had met the fate
he had called down upon her that day
when he hung exhausted in his chains
and when the flies tormented -hint.
The treasure for which the woman had
intrigued so tirelessly had been her
death. Furthermore, as if in grim
mest irony, she had been permitted at
the very last to find it. Living she
had searched to no purpose v%ttso
ever; dying, she had almost grasped
it in her arms.
Once the first excitement had abated
and a messenger had been sent to
town. Cueto drew Estebun aside and
questioned him.
“A shocking tragedy and most pe
culiar,” said the overseer. “Nothing
could amaze me more. Tell me, how
did you come to be there at such an
hour, eh?”
Esteban saw the malevolent curios
ity in Cueto’s face and started. “I
That is my affair. Surely you don’t
think —”
“Come, come! You can trust me.”
The overseer winked and smiled.
“I had business that took me there,”
stiffly declared the younger man.
“Exactly! And a profitable busi
ness it proved!” Cueto laughed openly
now. “Well. I don’t mind telling you
Donna Isabel's death is no disappoint
ment to anyone. Anybody could see ”
“Stop!” Esteban was turning alter
nately red and white. “You seem to
Imply something outrageous.”
“Now let us be sensible. I under
stand you perfectly, my boy. But an
officer of the Guardia Civil may arrive
at any moment and he will want to
know how you came to be with your
stepmother when she plunged into that
trap. So prepare yourself.”
Young Varona was watching his in
quisitor now with a faintly speculative
frown. When Cueto had finished. Es
teban said:
“You fcould like me to confess to
some black iniquity that would make
us better friends, eh? Well, it so hap
pens that 1 was not alone tonight, but
that another person saw the poor wom
an's death and can bear me out in ev
erything I say. No, Pancho, you over
reach yourself. Now, then"—Esteban
was quick-tempered, and for years he
had struggled against an Instinctive
distrust and dislike of the plantation
manager—“remember that I have be
come the head of this house, and your
employer. You will do better to think
of your own affairs than of mine. I
intend to have a careful reckoning
with you. 1 think you know I have a
good head for figures.” Turning his
back upon the elder man. he walked
away.
Now it did not occur to Cueto really
to doubt the boy’s innocence, though
the circumstances ol Donna Isabel's
death were suspicious enough to raise
a question iu any mind; but in view
of Esteban's threat he thought it wise
to protect himself by setting a back
fire.
As he sat on an old stone bench,
moodily repictnring the catastrophe as
Esteban had described it. his attention
fell upon an envelope at his feet. It
was sealed: it was unaddressed. Cue
to idly broke it open and began to
read. Before he had gone far he start
ed; then he cast a furtive glance
about. Bet the place was secluded: he
was unobserved. When lie finished
reading he rose, smiling. He no longer
feared Esteban. On the contrary, he
rather pitied the young fool; for here
between his fingers was that which
not only promised to remove the boy
from his path forever, but to place in
his hands the entire Varona estates.
One afternoon, perhaps a week later,
Don Mario de Castano came puffing
and blowing up to the quinta, demand
ing to see Rosa without a moment’s
delay. With a directness unusual even
in him, l>ou Mario began:
"Rosa, my dear, you and Esteban
have been discovered! I was at lunch
with the co'umandante when I learned
the truth. Through friendship I pre
vailed upon him to give you an hour’s
grace.”
“What do you mean, Don Mario?”
inquired the girl.
“Come, come!” the planter cried, im
patiently. “Don’t you see you can
trust me? Heaven! The recklessness,
the folly of young people! Could you
not leave this insurrection to your
elders? Or perhaps you thought it a
matter of no great importance, an
amusing thing—”
“Don Mario!” Rose interrupted. “I
don’t know what you are talking
about.”
“You don’t, eh?” The caller’s wet
cheeks grew redder; he blew like a
porpoise. “Then call Esteban quickly!
There is not a moment to lose.” When
the brother appeared De Castano
blurted out at him accusingly; “Well,
sir! A fine fix you’ve put yourself In.
Perhaps you will be interested to learn
that Colonel Fernandez has issued or
ders to arrest you and your sister as
agents of the insurreetos.”
“What?” Esteban drew back. Rosa
turned white as a lily and laid a flut
tering hand upon her throat.
“You two wfill sleep tonight in San
Severino,” grimly announced the ro
tund visitor. “You know what that
means.”
Rosa uttered a smothered cry.
“Colonel Fernandez,” Don Mario
proceeded, impressively, “did me this
favor, knowing me to be a suitor for
Rosa’s hand. In spite of his duty and
the evidence he—”
“Evidence? What evidence?” Este
ban asked sharply.
“For one thing, your own letter to
Lopez, the rebel, warning hint to be
ware of the trap prepared fGT him in
Santa Clara, and advising him of the
government force at Sabanilla. Oh,
“Your Accuser Is None Other Than
Pancho Cueto.”
don’t try to deny it! I read it with
my own eyes, and it means—death.”
Rosa said* faintly: “Esteban! I
warned you.”
Esteban was taken aback, but It was
plain that he was not in the least
frightened. "They haven’t caught me
yet,” he laughed.
“You say they intend to arrest me
also?” Rosa eyed the caller anxiously.
“Exactly!”
“Who accuses her, and of what?”
Esteban demanded.
“That also I have discovered through
the courtesy of Colonel Fernandez.
Your accuser is none other than Pan
oho Cueto.”
“Cueto 1”
“Yes; he has denounced both of you
as rebels, and the letter is only part
of his proof, I believe. Now, then, you
can guess why I ant here. T am not
without influence; I can save Rosa, hut
for you, Esteban, I fear I can do noth
ing. You must look out for yourself.
Well? What do you say?”
When Esteoan saw how pale his sis
ter had grown, he took her in his arms,
saying gently: “I’m sorry, dear. It’s all
my fault.” Then to the merchant:
“It’s very good of you to warn us.”
“Ha!” Don Mario fanned himself.
“I’m glad you appreciate my efforts.
It’s a good thing to have the right kind
of a friend. I’ll marry Rosa within an
hour, and I fancy my name will be a
sufficient shield —”
RosSli turned to her elderly suitor
and made a deep courtesy. “I am un
worthy of the honor," said she. “You
see. I—l do not love you. Don Mario.”
“Love!” exploded the visitor. “God
bless you! What has love to do with
the matter? Esteban will have to ride
for his life in ten minutes and your
property will be seized. So you had
better muke yourself ready to go with
me.”
But Rosa shook her head.
“Eh? What ails you? What do you
expect to do?”
“I shall go with Esteban,” said the
girl.
This calm announcement seemed to
stupefy De Castano. He sat down
heavily in the nearest chair, and with
his wet handkerchief poised in one
pudgy hand he stared fixedly at the
speaker. His eyes were round and
bulging, the sweat streamed unheeded
from his temples. He resembled some
queer bloated marine monster just
emerged from the sea and momentarily
dazzled by the light.
“You— You’re mad," he finally
gasped. “Esteban, tell her what It
means.”
But this Esteban could not do, for
he himself had not the faintest no
tion of what was in store for him. War
seemed to-him a glorious thing; he had
been told that the hills were peopled
with patriots. He was very young, his
heart was ablaze with hatred for the
Spaniards and for Pancho Cueto. He
longed to risk his life for a free Cuba.
Therefore he said: “Rosa shall do as
she pleases. If we must be exiles we
shall share each other's hardships. It
will not be for long."
“Idiot!” stormed the far man. “Bet
ter that you gave her to the sharks
below San Severino. There is no law,
no safety for women outside of the
cities. The island is In anarchy. These
patriots you talk about are the blacks,
the mulattoes. the—lowest, laziest sav
ages in Cuba.”
“Please! Don Mario!” the girl
pleaded. “I cannot marry yon. for—l
love another.”
“Eh?”
"I love another. I’m betrothed to
O’Reilly, the American—and he’s com
ing back to marry me.”
De Castano twisted himself labori
ously out of his chair aud waddled
toward the door. He was purple with
rage and mortification. On the thresh
old he paused to wheeze: “Very well,
then. Go! I’m done with both of you.
I would have lent you a hand with this
rascai Cueto. hut now he will fall heir
to your entire piuperty. Well, it is
a time for bandits! I—I—” Unable to
think of a parting speech sufficiently
hitter to match his disappointment,
Don Mitrio plunged out into the sun
light, muttering and stammering to
himself
W ithin ur hour the twins were on
their way up the Yumuri, toward the
home of A sensio and Evangelina; for
it was thi her that they naturally
turned. It was well that they had
made haste, for as they rode down into
the vailey, up the other site of the hill
froir Matauzas came a squad of the
Cuardfa Civil, and at its head rode
Pancho Cueto.
CHAPTER V.
A Cry From the Wilderness.
New York seemed almost like a for
eign city to Johnnie O’Reilly when he
stepped out into it on the morning
after his arrival. For one thing it was
bleak and cold: the north wind, hail
ing direct from Baffin’s bay, had teeth,
and it hit so cruelly that he was glad
when he found shelter in the building
which housed the offices of the Carter
Importing company. The truth Is
O’Reilly was not only cold but fright
ened.
It was not the effect of his report
concerning the firm’s unprofitable Cu
bnn connections which he feared —
Samuel Carter could take calmly the
most disturbing financial reverse—lt
was the blow to his pride at learning
that anybody could prefer another girl
to his daughter. Johnnie shook his
shoulders and stamped his feet, but
the chill in his bones refused to go.
He went to meet his employer as a
man marches to execution.
His heart sank further at the wel
come he received, for the importer
gave him a veritable embrace; he pat
ted him on the back aud Inquired three
times as to his health. O’Reilly was
anything but cold now; he was perspir
ing profusely, and he felt his collar
growing limp. To shatter this old man’s
eager hopes would be like kicking a
elrllcl in the face. Carter had never
been so enthusiastic, so demonstra
tive; there wa" something almost the
atrical in his greeting.
“Well, my hoy. you made a fizzle of
it, didn’t you?" The tone was almost
complimentary.
“Yes, sir, I’m a bright and shining
failure.”
“Now, don’t ‘yes, sir’ me. We’re
fHends, aren’t we? Good! Under
stand. I don’t blame you in the least—
it’s that idiotic revolution that spoiled
our business. You did splendidly, un
der the circumstances.”
“They have reason enough to re
volt —oppression, tyranny, corruption.”
O’Reilly mumbled the familiar words
in a numb paralysis at Mr. Carter’s jo
vial familiarity.
“All Latin countries are corrupt,”
announced the importer—“always hnve
been and always will be. They thrive
under oppression. However, I dare say
inis uprising won’t last long.”
Johnnie wondered why the old man
didn’t get down to cases. “It’s more
lhan an uprising, sir,” he said. “The
rebels have overrun the east end of
the island, and when I left Maceo and
Gomez were sweeping west.”
“Bah ! It takes money to run a war.”
“They have money.” desperately ar
gued O’Reilly. “Marti raised more
than a million dollars, and every Cu
ban cigar maker in the United States
gives a part of his wages every week
TF.LLS ABOUT JOHN RANDOLPH
Thomas H. Benton Relates interview
With Eccentric Man, in Which He
Depicts His Melancholy Mood.
Thomas H. Benton in his “Thirty
Years’ View” gives an interesting ac
count of an interview he had with the
eccentric John Randolph of Roanoke.
The interview was at Mr. Benton’s
room in Crawford’s hotel, in George
town. It was In the gloom of the eve
ning, before the lamps were lit. Mr.
Randolph, reclining on a soft y silent
and thoughtful, repeated, as if to him
self, Johnson’s lines on “Senility and
Imbecility,” that show his life under
its most melancholy form :
“In life's '*’st scenes what prodigies
sm prise.
Fears of the brave and follies of the
wise.
Down Marlborough’s eyes the streams
of dotage flow.
And Swift expires a driveller and a
show.”
When Mr. Randolph finished repeat
ing these lines. Mr. Benton said to
him: “Mr. Randolph, I have often
heard you repeat these as if they could
have an application to yourself, while
no one can have less reason than your
self to fear the fate of Swift.”
To this Randolpli replied : “I have
lived in dread of insanity."
While Randolph was not insane in
the ordinary sense of the word, if is
certain that he had occasional tem
porary aberrations of the mind, and it
was during such times that his talk
was most brilliant, a copious flow for
hours of wit and classic allusion, a
perfect scattering of the diamonds of
the mind.
His will was contested on the ground
of insanity, but it was not set aside.
First American Multimillionaire.
The first American multimillionaire
to attain international fame on ac
count of his vast wealth was Stephen
Girard. Of the financial dynasties of
today only the Astors and Vanderbilts
were represented in Girard’s time, and
the fortune of the distinguished Phila
delphian exceeded that of Commodore
Cornelius Vanderbilt or the first John
Jacob Astor. Girard was worth $9,000.-
000 at the time of his death. Much of
this mouey he left to the city of Phila
delphia for public purposes, and
$2,000,000 were applied to the building
of a college for orphans. This institu
tion has supported and educated tens
of thousands of orphans and fitted
them for their battles with the world.
Girard was a free thinker.
Little Danger of Salt Famine.
Jso universally needed, salt deposits
are found iu many parts of the world.
The quantity of salt in the ocean is
said to be equal to at least five times
the mass of the Alps. Near Cracow.
Poland, is a bed 500 miles long. 20
miles wide and a quarter of a mile
thick. This mine is the greatest of
its kind in the world and houses a
complete city under the earth’s crust
engaged in operating the salt deposits.
Houses, streets, electric lights and all
the accessories of above-ground vil
lages are here found. Mine mules
have been born in the Cracow works,
to live a long life of usefulness with
out once ever coming to the surface.
In New South Wales there Is a
mountain from which rock yielding 80
per cent alum has been mined for more
than half a century.
■WaI'JU 1 I‘lLb'l'
to the cause. The best blood of Cuba
is in the fight. Spain is about busted;
she can’t stand the strain.”
“I predict they’ll quit fighting as
soon as they get hungry. The govern
ment is starving them out. However,
they’ve wound up our affairs for the
time being, and—” Mr. Carter care*
fully shifted the position of an inkweii,
a calendar and a paper knife—“that
brings us to a consideration of youe
and my affairs, doesn't it? Ahern ■
You remember our bargain? I was to
give you a chance and you were to
make good before you—er—planned
any —er —matrimonial foolishness with
my daughter.”
“Yes. sir.” O’Reilly felt that th
moment had come for his carefully re
hearsed speech, but, unhappily, he
could not remember how the swan
song started. Mr. Carter, too, was un
accountably silent. Another moment
dragged past, then they chorused.
“I have an unpleasant—”
Each broke off at the echo of his
own words
“ What’s that?" inquired the Im
porter.
“No-nothing. You were saying—”
“I was thinking how lucky it is that
you and Elsa waited. Hm-m! Very
fortunate.” Again Mr. Carter rear
ranged his desk fitHngs. "We some
times differ, Elsa and I, but when she
sets her heart on a thing I see that
she gets it, even if I think she oughtn’t
to have it. What’s the use of having
children If you can’t spoil ’em, eh?”
He looked up -with a sort of resentful
challenge, and when his listener ap
peared to agree with him he sighed
with satisfaction. “Early marriages
are silly—but she seems to think other
wise. Maybe she’s right. Anyhow
she’s licked me. I’m done. She wants
to be married right away, before we
go west. That’s why I waited to see
yon at once. You won’t object, will
you? We men have to take our medi
cine.”
“It’s quite out of the question,”
stammered the unhappy O’Reilly.
“Come, come! It’s tough on you. I
know, but—” Johnnie had a horrified
vision of himself being dragged unwil
lingly to the altar. “Elsa is going to
have what she wants, if I have to break
something. If you’ll be sensible I’ll
stand behind you like a father and
teach you the business. I’m getting
old, and Ethe'.bert could never learn
it. Otherwise —” The old man's jaw
set; his eyes began to gleam angrily.
“Who is—Ethelbert?” faintly in
quired O’Reilly.
“Why, dammit! He’s the fellow I’ve
been telling you about. He’s not so
bad as he sounds; he’s really a nice
boy—
“ Elsa is In love with another man?
Is that what you mean?”
“Good Lord, yes! Don’t you under
stand English? I didn’t think you’d
take it so hard-—I was going to make
a place for you here in the office, but
of course if — Say! What the deuce
ails you?”
Samuel Carter stared with amaze
ment, for tile injured victim of his
daughter’s fickleness had leaped to his
feet and was shaking his hand vigor
ously, meanwhile uttering unintelli
gible sounds that seemed to signify
relief, pleasure, delight—anything ex
cept what the old man expected.
O’Reilly, in New York, learns
of Rosa’s plight. The next in
stallment tells what happened
then.
j ANOTHER SAD SIDE OF WAR
Many Men Who Have Won Honor*
| Have Lost Comrades and Feel
Lack of Companionship.
An American was sitting in Simpson’s
restaurant recently having dinner when
a hardy man in Canadian uniform
srarted to converse with him. The
Canadian was working in a large
automobile factory in Windsor when
the war started, but enlisted in a
Canadian regiment and has been in
five of the worst battles of the war.
Hardly a handful of (he men who
started with him are still on the roster.
This particular soldier was about to
leave for (he trenches again after cmn ;
pleting his leave. There was nothing
remarkable In that, but this is his
story:
Inside his coat he wore the Victoria
Cross. He got it at Ypres, where he
carried a captain three hundred feet
through No Man's Land with bullets
Hying all about him. He has no ac
quaintances in England. He hasn’t a
relative in the world. He was just
hungering for someone to talk to
when he saw the American. He re
luctantly showed his decoration, and
said It would give him great happiness
if iie had someone somewhere in the
world who was close enough to him to
slap him on the back and say, “Good,
old chap!”
Still he wasn't maudlin about it. Ho
was just one of thousands who are
carrying honors around with them and
have no relative or intimate friend
to congratulate them. It’s war.
This particular soldier said as he
left X :
“If I ever get through I’m going
back to the States, but the odds are
against me. We can't always beat tills
fighting game. Tt’s like roulette. It
gets you in the long run. There is
only one man of my original company
left besides myself."—London Mail.
Whist.
The number of ail possible distribu
; tions of a pack of cards in the game
j of whist, is 53.644 quadrillions and
i 787,765 trillions and 477.792 billions
and 889.237 millions and 440.000. The
following illustration may give an idea
of the immensity of this number: If
on the entire surface of our 'globe,
inclusive of all mountains and oceans,
whist tables could be so placed that
each table together with the four play
ers should occupy no more space than
one square meter (39.37 square
inches), and if they should play whist
incessantly, each game consuming only
five minutes, it would require more
than a thousand million years before
every possible distribution of the 52
cards could be realized.
Worms That Thrive on Ice.
F. E. Matthes of the United State*
geological survey described some
strange worms that abound on the low
er parts of the Mount Rainier glaciers.
They are dark brown, slender and
about an inch in length. On favorable
days in July and August millions and
millions of them may be found writh
ing on the surface of the ice. evidently
breeding there and feeding on organic
matter biown upon the glacier in the
form of dust. “So essentia.) to their
existence.” says Mr. Matthes, “is the
;hill of the ice that they enter several ;
inches, and sometimes many feet, be
low the surface on days when the sun i
is particularly hot, reappearing late
in the afternoon."
(TO BE CONTINUED.i
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THE COYOTE BROTHERS.
“Of course," said the coyote, ot
prairie wolf, “there are creatures who
don’t like me.”
“They aren’t any fonder of me,” said
his brother, Jimmie Coyote.
Now the flrst speaker's name was
Jackie Coyote and Jackie had quite a
lot to say.
“Will you listen to me?” he asked
of his brother.
“Certainly,” said Jimmie. “I was
listening to you before. If I bad not
been listening how could I have said
that there were creatures who weren't
any fonder of me than of you? That
was because I had been paying atten
tion to what you were saying.”
“That’s so,” said Jackie. "Well, I’ll
be glad if you listen to me some more.
I’ve lots to say to you.”
“I will be delighted to,” said Jimmie,
barking quite happily.
“In the first place,” said Jackie,
“there are some creatures, such as the
prairie dog’ for Instance, who don’t
like us.”
“Well, really,” said Jimmie, “I can
understand why the prairie dogs don’t
like us, can’t you?”
“I suppose so,” said Jackie, “but still
It shows we appreciate them when we
eat them up. We enjoy their tender
little bodies.”
“True,” said Jimmie. “Yes, to hear
you talk of them makes my mouth wa
ter. But still, the prairie dogs don’t
like to be eaten up. They’re very fond
of living. They don’t care for our sort
of appreciation.”
“I suppose I can’t Mame them for
that,” said Jackie, “but still to hear
you talk about how much they like to
live, ore would think you had turned
over anew leaf and had decided never
to eat one again. Is that so?"
“No!” barked Jimmie. “It’s not true.
I’d eat the flrst one I saw. But what
do you mean about my turning over a
new leaf? I haveu’t turned over any
rvr’c*"" ”” ”
r\ f ■ rvTrw
“I'd Eat the First One I Saw.”
new leaf, I’ve not-seen one—-old or new
—and if I did I wouldn’t stop to turn
it over. Leaves don’t interest me.”
“Turning over anew leaf,” said
Jackie, "means to begin over again
the trying to be good.”
"Oil, now. T understand,” said Jim
mie. “Well, I’ve done nothing liko
that, nor will Ido anything 1 iktj thtt
if a prairie dog happens my way.”
“I have left my story way behind,”
said Jackie. “I must continue where
1 left o(T.”
“Pray do,” said Jimmie.
“We had gone as far as the point
where we both agreed that there, were
creatures who didn’t, like us, the coy
ote family, otherwise known as the
prairie wolves. But again there are
some who think quite, well of us.
“We’re smaller than the gray wolves,
and the only time we’re very good look
ing is in the autumn. The Mrs. Prairie
Wolves are never very handsome.
“We aren’t brave, for it’s foolish to
our minds to he brave. We don’t want
to get hurt. But we’re wise, very
wise.
"We always know whether the men
have their guns or not. They say it is
surprising how we always know it.
And if they haven’t their guns we’re
quite friendly.
“Of course we like to do our own
little bit of hunting, hut when it comes
to being hunted and with guns which
always aim so straight—well, that’s
an entirely different question."
"It is, indeed,” said Jimmie. “You
have given a true story of the habits
and ways of the coyote or prairie wolf.
And I like to hear about myself and
yourself and all of our relations.”
“It’s a fact,” said Jackie, “that all
creatures like to hear about them
selves. And It’s true of the coyote,
too.”
“Hark! Hark! Do I hear some
prairie dogs in the. distance?” asked
Jimmie.
“You certainly have good ears,” said
Jackie, “and most certainly you have
not turned over anew leaf.”
“Let’s go and see," said Jimmie.
So the Coyote brothers went off a
hunting but on this trip they were not
what they called “fortunate,” which
meant that the prairie dogs were for
tunate and escaped a most untimely
end.
And Jackie and Jimmie had to have
another kind of a supper.
Which Was Lazy?
A surly looking dog sat in a wood
watching a squirrel frolic in the trees
above. At last the squirrel playfully
threw a nut at him and the dog there
upon said:
“I've sat here for two hours watch
ing you, and you have nor done a sin
gle stroke of work.”
“Why, what a lazy dog you must be,”
replied the squirrel, “if you’ve spent
two hours watching me.”
Best Preparation.
The way to get ready to enjoy the
fulure Is to enjoy the present. The
way to prepare for usefulness by and
by, is to be useful now. The best
preparation for happiness is to be hap
py. We learn to do by doing, to serve
by serving.—Girl’s Companion.
Thirteen Is Unlucky.
Teacher —Bobby, can you tell me
why the multiplication table stops at
twelve?
Bobby—l guess it’s because thirteen
at a table is unlucky.
Where Collie Got Name.
The collie's aaxne appears to be
shrouded in mystery; but there seems
’o be a fairly reasonable foundation
for supposing that it is from “coll” or
“collar.” on account of the broad
white mark round the neck which Is
seta in the majority of these dogs.
Talk Over the Wires.
Over 70.000 cities and towns In the
United States use 9,151.211 telephones.
It is estimated that an average of
8.600,000,000 messages are sent over
these lines annually.
DENTISTS
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Dentist
Offices—Lawrence BlocK
Nos. 5T5-517 Third Street
DR. CONLIN
Dentist
Office Over
NATIONAL GERMAN AMERI
CAN BANK
Telephone 1711.
DR. G. G. ANDERSON
Dentist
Office
Over Muelle/s Jewelry Btore.
DR. A. H. LEMKE
Dentist
Office—3l2 South First Aver we,
over Albers' west side drag
store.
CHIROPRACTIC
N. RIGHTMAN, D. G.
Chiropractic
9to 11:30 A.M. Ito 5 P.M. 6:30 to BP. M
OVER 5 AND IO CENT STORE
Telephone 1525
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Cor. Second and Jefferson Sts.
WAUSAU, WIS*
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