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"FOLLOW ME 'OME."
There was no one Its* lm, 'orae or foot Not any o* the (runs I knew. And because it waa so, why. o» coarse he want an died. Which ia just what tha best men do. So It's krwok ont your p) pcs an follow ma. An it's finish an,your swipe*an follow rue. Oh, 'ark to the blg'drum callin. Follow mo—follow me 'ome! •Is mare aba neighs the '010 day long, Sho paws tho 'ole night through. An sho won't take 'er feed 'cause o' waitln for Ms step, I Which is just what a beaat would do, ' Is girl she goes with a bombardier : Before 'er month is through. In tho banns are up in church, for ehe's got tha beggar hooked. Which is just what a girl would do. vVe fought 'bout a dog—last week it were— No more than a round or two, tut I etroock Mm cruel 'ard, au I wish I 'adn't now. Which is jnst what a man can't do. ■ was all that I 'ad In the way of a friend. An T Ve 'ad to find oue new. But VA give my pay an stripe for to get tha beggar bock, Which it's just too lata to do. Bo It's knook ont yonr pipes an follow me. An It's finish off your swipes an follow me. Oh, 'ark to the fifc3 a crawlin. Follow me—follow me 'omel (like Mm away! 'E'a gone where tho best men go. Take Mm awayl An the gun wheels tnrnln alow. Take Mm awayl There's moro from the place 'c come. Take Mm away, with the limber an the drum. For it's '"Three rounds blank" an followme. An' it's "Thirteen rank" an follow me. Oh, paseln tho love o' woman. Follow me—follow mo onto! —Kuilyard Kipling. THE GOLDEN CAVES. There ■wore three of us—Ned Copley, aa old Rocky mountain hunter, who, when game got scarce or furs unprofit able, took up tho equally hazardous calling of gold seeking; Frank Edger ton, a handsome young Kentuckian, who had ooyie out to win a sudden for tune, and myself, who had mado ono fortune in the goldflelds, lost it and was now out to get another and with the firm determination to hang onto it If I struck luck again. Across tho Sierra Madre mountains in tho San . Juan region was a mighty dreary, lonely oountry in those days, with the water flowing down out of .sight in the bottoms of the canyons, and the nearest white settlement 300 miles away in eastern Colorado. Ned Copley had hunted all through this country with Kit Carson, and he belived it was rioh in gold, nnd that if we kept onr purpose to ourselves we "would make our everlasting fortunes," to use his own words. We left Taos in the early spring and while all the enoircling mountains were covered low down with snow, looking like glistening marble walls supporting v sky so clear and bluo and cloudless that it looked as if it was hewn out of a globe of torquoise. Frank Edgerton had a nobler motive than his two partners. Wo were out to find gold for tho sake of the power and the comforts it would give, and it may be with thoughts of the doference that would be paid us by tho less fortunate when we were rich men, but our hand eome young companion was moved to face tho hardships and brave the dangers of tho expedition by no suoh mercenary purpose. He was not more than five and twen ty, with brown eyes and curly hair, and a silky mnstaohe and beard of the same line, and a mouth full of even white teeth, and his fine face seemed ever the homo of good nature and laughter. No matter how long the march or steep the trail, no matter how long miles between tho springs or the indications of In dans in the neighborhood, Frank was always cheery and happy, and his laughter and his songs, for he had an excellent voice, lightened many a long march and dispelled the gloom from many a lonely camp in the heart of the canyons. We had not been many days out be foro Frank Edgerton opened his heart and gave us tho secret of his constant happiness. He was in love, not "dead in love," but living in love; the glo rious passion possessod him. It bubbled from his lips in laughter and song and glared from his eyes in exultation. "Who is she, boys?" he said one day in answer to my question, for I, an old, loveless and perhaps unlovable bache lor, half envied him his possession. "Sho ain't no ordinary girl, Susie Burns ain't Heaven cut hor out for a first class angel and never changed the original plan. ''Here's her picture, and let me say .1 two are the only strangers that over okoo. inside the lids since she fastened around my neck and told me as she sed me that so long as I wore it next / heart I'd remain true to her—just <• if I could ever dream of being false Susie I" By tho campfire he opened his coat and hunting shirt and brought to light a slender gold ohain that hung about his neck, and at the end of which thero was a flat, golden medallion. He opened it, kissed the picture with the adoration of a pagan for his idol and then let us look at the face of a beautiful blue eyed girl of 19 or 20, who seemed so lifelike that it looked more like tha reflection in a mirror than a colored ivorytype. "Susie Burns ain't rioh, for heaven couldn't give her all tho blessings with out being unfair," continued Frank as he restored the picture to his breast, "'but she'll be rich some day if there's gold to be found in these mountains. "Meanwhile, while I'm out heropros peoting, Susie's a-teaohing sohool down by the banks of the Cumberland, and yon can bet if she has any time to spare from her work she puts it in a-praying for me. That's why I feel so doggoned sure, boys, that we are going to win. I tell you that an outfit can't fail that has an angel like that a-praying for it." Frank filled us with his enthusiasm, and. Nod Copley and myself folt that we,' too, wero interested in tho girl, as we were very sure she wonld have been in us hod she known the circumstanoes. I don't know the name of the stream, for it was in the days before names were given to every strip of wet ground in theJwest, but it rose in the avalanohes of Sierra Madro and came down by onrvgamp ice cold, and as it brought flecks ttf jttUow aasAwitb. it wo deoidoU to stop there and go to panning ont the grovel. Wo did fairly well. 'What we got would have been big wages anywhere else, bnt to compensate for what we suf fered and tbe dangers we faced wo naturally wanted more. A hundred dollars a day between wasn't so bud, bnt wo woro In a mood when $1,000 a day would not have satisfied us. My, my, how hard and cheerfully Fr,ank did work! Why, he got so deep ly interested in that unknown girl, away on the banks of the Cumberland in old Kentucky, that he got into the habit of saying every morning, as wo ato breakfast by the light of the camp fire, "Another day's work for Susie, boys!" Although the strongest of the three, Frank was not used to this sort of rough life, and I soon saw it began to tell on him, and I wanted him to let up, but the brave fadlow stuck to it, working in the ioe oold water till he was taken down with chills, followed by a burning fever. We had some quinine and a few sim ple remedies for cuts and bruises along, and with these and the skill that came of long years in the wilds wo did tho best we oould for our partner. Now comes the remarkable part of mystery. I've seen men down with the fever when they got so wild they had to be tied, but while Frank was clear out of his head he kept just as peaceful as ever, only that he Insisted that np tho creek were great caves full of gold, and that tho specks we had been picking out of tho guloh oame from there. He wanted us to start up there, say ing we could get all the gold in a day we wanted for a lifetime. Of course Ned Copley and I humored Frank and told him we'd go if he'd hurry up and get well, but ho swore that instead of being sick he was as strong as a giant. Tlie third night after Frank was tak en down ho seemed to bo resting quiet ly, so Ned and I, who had been taking turns watching, thought it would bo Bale to drop off to sleep—kind of lightly —and we did so. When we woke up in tho early morn ing and saw that Frank Edgerton's cot was empty and his olothes and pick and revolver gone, you may try to imagine, but you can never realize, just how we felt. We cooked a hasty breakfast; then, picking up enough provisions from our little store to last three days, we hid the left the mule hid in a little valley where there was lots of grass and thon started off to find our insane friend. Remembering his ravings about "tho gold caves" np near the snow line, we determined te follow the oreek. We could read a trail as well as an Indian, but the rocks were too hard to retain tho impression of a human foot. Yet now and then we saw signs to enoour age us. The creek branohed into a dozen streams farther up, and it was only after long oonsnltations that wo decided which to take, and then for no reason that would not have applied quite as well to the other stream. It was a rough, hard road, and now and then as we went on we stopped to shout Frank's name or to discharge our rifles, but only the echoes came back for reply. That night, throughly fagged out, we halted close to the snow line—in deed there were white patches all about us and not a sign of a shrub to make a fire. With a littlo alcohol lamp we mado some coffee and lay down under our blankets, spoon fashion, to keep warm. We were up by daylight and atarted off again, this time without coffee, for we had only about a gill of alcohol for the lamp, and wo reasoned that poor Frank would want something warm if we found him alive. Another terrible day and another aw ful night, and still no sign of Frank Ed gerton. We gave him np, and with sad hearts wero returning, when Ned, who has eyea like telescopes, said he saw something moving sear the snow line aoross the valley. There had beon an immense snow slide down the valley not an hour be fore, but we got across, and there under the ledge of rooks, with a great pile of looso glittering stones about him, lay Frank Edgerton, looking like a dead man. While Ned made some coffee I rub- I bed Frank with snow till his skin felt warm; thon we forced coffee between his teeth, and wrapping ono blanket about him we made a stretcher out of the other aud our two rifles, so as to carry him down to camp, no easy job, I can tell you. Just as wo wore about to start off Ned noticed the pile of stones — Frank's pockets were full of them—and those lying about bad evidently been brought there by him. But they were fully one half solid gold. Frank Edgerton had discovered the caves of his feverish dreams. We got him back to camp, and we took turns nursing him and carrying down the gold so mysteriously found with him under tbat ledge, and the source of which had been oonoealed by the snowslide. "To make a long Btory short," as we nsed to say when I was a boy, Frank got well. When he was able to travel, we started back to Taos, carrying with us about ISO pounds of solid gold. We made a second and. a third trip to find "the gold caves," of which Frank remembered nothing, and others have often tried it since, but they were lost quite as mysteriously as they were found. Frank Edgerton bod, however, for his shore enough money 'to return to Kentuoky and marry the- fair Susie' Bnrns. That they are happy as the day is long I can vouch for, for I visit&d tbem less than a year ago, and I was highly flattered to find that his oldest son was named after me.—New York Advertiser. Meat Water. Every good cook ia careful to dispose at once of the water iv which moat haa been washed. Only a very few hours axe necossaty to change it into a foul smelling liquid if the temperature is suitable. This change is d plant called Bacterium terr> A drop of this putrid material undc scope reveals many thousands of them, acting motiGfc LOS ANGELES HERALD, FRIDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 7, 189*. CAUSE AND EFFECT. Ho wonder that the sea Is sad. Or that the ocean roars: The lore tales they hear told and told Must be such awrul Lore*. From yaouts and beats the story floats, AU through the summer weather; From stream and strand, wtiero hand in hatkf. Walk man and maid together. The lovers always liko damp spots WheTela their vows to make. They mostly ohoore some brookelde or Malaria (firing lake. The sweet, shy summer budlcte come; Till numbers would appall. Perhaps earls fdrl hears ono youth rave— The wafers hear them alll Eoar on, O seal Laugh on, O stream! And mnrm'rlncbrooUlat<bubble. Bnt don't yon ta«e lo tfellihg tales. Or yov.'ll make lotk «f trouble! —Now York Recorder. PERILS OP BULL FIGHTING. ft Is an Easy Matter For Toreros to Meet a Violent Dflath. One is accustomed to hear bull fight ing denounced as both cruel and cow ardly—cruel booause of the suffering it inflicts upon animals, cowardly because the risk run by the bullfighter is infin itesimal. Tlie first ehargo is absolutely true, so far at least as concerns the un fortunate horses. The seoond is equally false, as the tragic death of Espartoro should serve to teach tha amateur crit ics who for the most part have never seen tbe spectacle they denounce in such unqualified terms. If the Spaniards would only revive the original form of the sport they bor rowed from the Moors—that is to say, tho riding, apt of wretched cab horses, ouly fit for tho knacker and mounted by professional pioadores, but of valua ble horses, with "owners up," who would, of course, exorcise their skill in trying to save their mounts—there would be little to bo said against bull fighting on the score of cruelty. As to tho current sneers at the cow ardice of the bullfighters, tbey are tlie outcomo of sheer ignorance. One has but to witness tho entry into the ring of a fresh caught Anrialnsian bull twice the size and weight of a lion, fully as fierce and almost as aotive to under stand that every man in tho ring carries his life in Iris hand, and that a momen tary loss of nerve, of judgment or of footing will probably mean instant death. That terrible fighting "spear"—a Spanir.rd never talks"bf a bull's "horn" any more than au Englishman of a fox's "tail"—would make short work of any man who had not dovoted the flower of his age to tho study of the most peril ous of all forms of sport. Those who have soou such daring and accomplished toreros as Lagartijo or Frascuelo take tho cloak from tho hand of a subordi nate and play with tho infuriated boast as a child might with a kitten, know ing all tha time that the slightest mis take would bo fatal) cannot, if they speak tho truth, refuse to admit that the combination of skill and oourage is un paralleled. The perils of the plaza re deem the sport from the charge of cow ardico, though not, as it is at present conducted, from that of cruelty. —Lon- don Graphic. Slse or a Whale's Throat. One of the favorite arguments of tho skeptic is that the Biblical story of Jo nah and the whalo cannot bo true sim ply because tho books on natural history say that such animals havo very small throata. Appleton's American Cyclo pedia says, "The food of whales consists only of the smallest of tlie marine mol lusoa, a herring being the largest fish they can swallow. " Chambers' Encyclo pedia, in tbe article "Whale," aays: "Tho gullet of whales is very narrow. It is said not to be moro than 1 * 4 ; inches in diamoter even in a largo whale, so tbat only very small animals oan pass through it." In MoMillan's book on tho curiosities of the oooan, "The Sea and Its Denizens," chapter 3, page 09, I find the following: "That tho story of Jonah and the whale cannot be refuted simply beoause such nnimals have, as a rule, very small gnllets or throats may be inferred from tbe fact that there are certain speoies of the sperm whale now living that can swallow an object 2 feot in diameter. I myself was present at Lamarck when a buoy as largo as a 12 gallon water cask, and greater in diam eter than the chest and shoulders of a 200 pound man, was taken from the belly of a whale which was not more than two-thirds grown."—St. Louie Republic. — T xwiKjas'jrja Dr. Holmes' Autobiography. Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes is report ed to have said recently, apropos of his autobiography: "I work at the memoirs an traur or two each day and am mak ing satisfactory progress—that is, I havo abont one-half completed of all I shall write. Then I shall place the manu script in the hands of my publishers, and they will keep it in their safo until I shajl have passed away. My belief has always been that a man's memoirs should be distinctly posthumous, and I shall carry out that belief in my own case." Salts of tho Body. It is a surprising fact that of all the organic salts of our body wo only take une—sodium chloride, or common salt. —from inorganic naturo and add it to our food. All other salts are present in organic food stuffs in quantities suffi cient to our requirements. We have no need to seek for thorn elsewhere.—De troit News. "■ ' I TEETHING PERIOD. I [SJ p [r?] tion, so many disorders are mci- g j,:;! '■•■>•.'y dent to it. It would be a blessing g [iii to have children cut teeth with gj [ . pc&ix /7f?S less suffering.* By feeding babies 5 pi /A*Y| 'A with the |jg I 7 Ga * s Borden ! I Eagle Brand 1 '?/n\ y Condensed Milk this result is H J§ !j\ \ y \ within the reach of mothers. Years B j ' of experience prove its value. |j= iiijrsrrijiis BERLIN MANNERS. Cnstoma That Proved Rather Mortifying tv Two American Girls. Two young girjsavere made miserable by an unwritten law wilich lairt tiki low not long ago, writes a la4y«orrelspDnd ent in Berlin. They wero oaJUhag upon German women, and as they ejfterod ths room they saw that the least comfort able seat was tho sofa, whore they natu rally soatod themselves. One after an other of the older women surveyed them until they became intensely url'oTjmforb able, not knowing what dire accident oould possibly havo befallon thorn. At last the hostess rose majestically, say ing: "Yonng ladies, will you bo so kind as to get np and give your seats to these older ladies?" Tho poor things were crushed. My own encounter with the sofa iregulation was funnier thgji it was cruifiing. I went to a musicals given by a countess Two daughters Of tilled houses had been cordial in their, oyartures, and I was having a beautiful' time watching little differences of manner and wondering if all young women were eipeoted to courtesy and kiss tho bands of married women, as my vle-a-via was doing. As the evening Woro on I conducted what well bred people were, after aM, the same everywhere When supper was an nounced, there was a slight confusion in tbe placing of tbo guests, and I found myself in a smaller room with a few others, among them the most important woman of tho assembly. The tablo had been drawn to a sofa, and tftero is where I made my mistake. My new friond, the countess' daughter, motioned mo to the sofa, which seemed tha best solu tion of the entanglement into whioh out hostess had led us in a moment of flurry, for a Gorman does not approach tho ease and surety of an American hostess. At the same time the woman of importance took a seat on tho sofa also. As she ap parently spoke neither English noi French, and as I had not been hore long enough to have acquired fluency in Ger man, her attempt at a conversation was soon given up. When our hostess camo to see if we were all happy.' ourirejly of importance asked who I was, arrtl on receiving tt Whispered reply sat up very straight and threw herself Back on Ihe sofa, exclaim ing, "Ah mais cost trepl" Iwasseized With a horrible fear that my hostess had told her that I was an American reporter, and I wns intensely uncomfort able in spite of my companion's friend liness. After that the great lady was very stiff, and I fear I WO3 even stiller. Looking again to see if ehe had fainted, I saw her calmly eating with her knife and no longer felt uncomfortable If she scorned me for fcny reason, I certainly should be ashamed of ncr ntmyowu ta ble I learned several days later from an American woman versed in German proprieties that my unpaxdonubl c offense had been inpresutaiaatositon tbe sofa besido my lady wieftflift VtElnropean tritl« of high rank to bank too tip. SITTING BULL'S DEATH. The Killing or the Chief Brougbt Abont bj His Son'a Taunt. "Did you over know just how Sitting Bull was killed?" ask'od Lieutenant Baker of tbo Twelfth infantry, TJ.'S. A. "I do not think," ho continued, "tha details were ever printed. I nover saw them, and I was there." I toll it, as near as it can bo recalled, as the lieutenant told it. Sitting Bull was at Itis shack with his sons, near Standing Rock agenGy, wher he was sent for to come into the agency. The Indian police were commissioned t< bring him in, and when nn Indian po liceman gets that order and finds his man ho brings him, dead or alivo, un less the man gets tho drop first. Sitting Bull was disposed to obey the summons, but ono of his sons, as haughty an In dian as over lived, taunted the old man for his weakness. He called him a squaw, and that epithet to an Indian bravo is the cap sheaf of all that is de risive. The old man weakened unfler tho boy's taunts, and the Indian police did the rest. Sitting Bull was all that his admirers claimed for him. When he fell, the boy who had taunted him crawled under tho bunk where the old man had slopt. Ho was there when Shavehead, an Indian from tho agency, came in. He hoard tho story. Ho liked Sitting Bull, and when he was told that tho boy had taunted his father and was tho cause of his death Shavehead said tho boy deserved death, and he was dragged out from under the bed and killed. Theso details Lientenant Baker says ho never saw in print.—Chicago Herald, Quality Against Quantity. As regards woman suffrage, New York, with all its fashionable furore, is still in that stage of the agitation— passod yeara ago in Boston—where the "antis" seek to make an impression by claiming "quality as against quantity" of names iv their petitions. To put for ward this rather'vnlgar boast was soon found to be very indiscreet campaign ing in New England and a powerful help to the other side.—Boston Tran script . Evil. Evil is evil because it is unnatural. A vine whioh should bear olive fcerrios —an eye to which blue seems yellow would bo diseased. An unnatural moth er, an unnatural son, an unnatural act, are the strongest terms of condemna tion.—F. W. Robertson. A PANORAMA OF AMERICA! If it were posible to rise to au altitude sufficiently high to permit-an observer to view through a telescope the whole of North America at one time, what a wondrous spectacle would meet his gaze. 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