THE GIRL AT THE
A STORY OF THE PLAINS
BY E. HOUGH. AUTHOR
OF Tilt STORY OF THE COWBOY
b> D. Ait It ton
&• Com ta nr. Ne
19 03 .
The sun came on,Valiantly stripped |
bare, knowing what was to be.
louder rose the requiem of the wire.
There was no
The sky smiled on.
token to strike with alarm these- hu
man beings, their faculties dulled by
a thousand years of differentiation.
To the north there appeared a long,
black cloud, hanging low as the trail
of some far-off locomotive, new upon
the land. All at once the cloud
sprang up, unfurling tattered battle
flags, and hurrying to meet the sun
upon the zenith battle ground.
Once the wind pelted the slant snow
through the Interstices of the grasses
upon the furry back of the cowering
coyote. Now they found a new sport
in driving the icy powder through the
^ cracks of the loose board shanty, upon
the stripped back of the mother hud
dling her sobbing children against the
empty, impotent stove, perhaps wrap
ping her young in the worn and whit
ened robe of the buffalo taken years
ago. For it was only the buffalo,
though now departed, which held the
frontier for America In this unpre
pared season, the Christmas of the
Great Cold. The robes saved many
tif the children, and now and then
a mother also.
The men who had no fuel did as
tbelr natures bid, some dying at the
ice-bound stove and others in the
open on their way for fuel. Mishap
passed by but few of the remoter
homes found unprepared with fuel,
and Christmas day, deceitfully fair,
dawned on many homes that were to
be fatherless, motherless, or robbed of
a first-born. Thus it was that from
this, the hardiest and most self-re
liant population ever known on earth,
t there rose the heartbroken cry for
comfort and for help, the frontier for
the first time begging aid to hold the
Sam Poston came into the office
'Whoa, Jack! Whoa, Bill! Git out o' here!
"I know you're
where Franklin sat on Christmas eve,
listening to the clinking rattle of the
hard snow on the pane. Sam was
white from head to foot. His face
was anxious, his habitual uncertainty
and diffidence were gone.
"Cap," said }ie, with no prelude,
"the whole country below'll be froze
out. The blizzard's awful."
"I know it," said Franklin. "We
■lust get out with help soon as we
. How far down do you think the
danger line begins?"
"Well, up to three or four miles
<#,t it's thicker settled, an' most o'
the folks could git into town. As fur
out as thirty mile to the south, they
might git a little timber yet, over on
the Smoky. The worst strip is fifteen
to twenty-five mile below."
Franklin felt a tightening at his
"About fifteen to twenty
'five miles?" he said.
Both were silent.
"Look here, Cap," said the driver
presently, "you've alius told me not
to say nuthin' 'bout the folks down
to the Halfway house, an' I hain't
said a thing. I 'low you got jarred
down there some. I know how that
is. All the same, I reckon maybe you
sorter have a leanln' that way still.
'You may be worried some—"
Franklin groaned as he sank into
* chair, his face between his hands.
The* he sprang up. "We must go!"
"I know it," said Sam simply.
reaching for his coat.
"What do you mean, Cap—now?"
"Yes, to-night—at once."
"You d-d fool!" said Sam.
"What! Are you afraid to go out
when people are freezing—when—"
Sam rose to his feet, his slow feat
ures working. "That ain't right, Cap,"
said he. "I know I'm scared to do
some things, hut I—I don't believe
I'm no coward. I ain't afraid to go
) down there, but I won't go to-night,
4 ner let you go, fer it's the same as
death to start now. We couldn't
maybe make it in the daytime, but
I'm willin' to try it then. Don't you
Sail no coward to me. It ain't right."
Franklin again cast himself into his
chair, his hand and arm smiting on
the table. "I beg your pardon, Sam,"
said he presently,
not a coward. We'll start together in
the morning, But it's killing me to
wait. Good God! they may be freez
ing now, while we're here, warm and
His words drove
go some day.
Franklin again to his feet, and he
walked up and down, his face gone
pinched and old.
At dawn the wind lulled,
clouds swept by and the sun shone
for an hour over a vast landscape
buried under white. Sam was ready
to start, having worked half the night
making runners for a sled at which
his wild team snorted in the terror
of unacquaintedness. The sled box
was piled full of robes and coal and
food and liquor—all things that seem
ed needful and which could hurriedly
With perfect horsemanship Sam
drove his team rapidly on to the
south, five miles, ten miles, fifteen,
the horses now warming up, but still
restlesB and nervous, even on the
way so familiar to them from their
frequent journeyings. The steam of
their breath enveloped the travelers
in a wide, white cloud. The rude
runners crushed into and over the
packed drifts, or along the sandy
grime where the wind had swept the
earth bare of snow. In less than an
hour they would see the Halfway
House. They would know whether
or not there was smoke.
But in less than two hours on that
morning of deceit the sun was lost
again. The winds piped up, the cold
continued, and again there came the
blinding snow, wrapping all things
in its dancing, dizzy mist.
"The wind's just on my right
cheek," said Sam, putting up a mit
ten. "But where's it gone?"
"You're frozen, man!" cried Frank
lin. "Pull up, and let me rub your
"No, no, we can't stop," said Sam,
catching up some snow and rubbing
his white cheeks as he drove. "Keep
the wind on your right cheek—we're
over the Sand Run now, I think, and
on the long ridge, back of the White
more. Git along, boys. Whoa! What's
the matter there?"
The horses had stopped plunging at
something which they could not pass.
"Good God!" cried Franklin, "whose
fence is that? Are we at Buford's?"
"No," said Sam, "this must be at
old man Hancock's. He fenced across
the old road, and we had to make a
jog around his d-d broom-corn
field. It's only a couple o' miles now
"Shall I tear down the fence?" ask
"No, it's no use; it'd only let us in
his field, an' maybe we couldn't hit
the trail on the fur side. We got
to follow the fence a way. May God
everlastingly damn any man that'll
fence up the free range!
Jack! Whoa, Bill! Git out o' here!
They tried to parallel the fence, but
the horses edged away from the
wind continually, so that it was dif
ficult to keep eye upon the infrequent
posts of the meagre, straggling fence
that this man had put upon the "pub
"Hold on, Sam!" cried Franklin.
"Let me out."
"That's right, Cap," said Sam. "Git
out an' go on ahead a way, then hol
ler to me, so'st I kin come up to you.
When we git around the corner we'll
be all right."
But when they got around the cor
ner they were not all right. At such
times the mind of ma* is thrown off
its balance, so that it does strange
and irregular things,
men had agreed a moment ago that
the wind should be on the right; now
they disagreed, one thinking that
Hancock's house was to the left, the
otjier to the right, their ideas as to
the direction of the Buford ranch
being equally at variance. The horses
decided it, breaking once again down
wind, and striking a low-headed, sul
len trot, as though they would out
march the storm. Aud so the two
argued, and so they rode, until at
last there was a lurch and a crash,
and they found themselves in rough
going, the sled half overturned, with
no fence, no house, no landmark of
any sort visible, and the snow drift
ing thicker than before. They sprang
out and righted the sled, but the
horses doggedly pulled on, plunging
down and down; and they followed,
clinging to reins and sled as best
which looked qnestionlngiy hack at
him, their heads drooping, their
breath freezing upon their coats la
spiculae of white.
"Wait!" cried Franklin. "I know
this hole! I've been here befcrr The
team's come here for sheltei
"Oh, it's the White Womit breaks
—why, sure!" cried Sam in refera.
"Yes, that's where it is. We're less
than half a mile from the house. Wait,
now, and let me think. I've got to
figure this out a while."
"It's off there," said Sam, pointing
across the coulee; "but we can't get
"Yes, we can, old man; yes, we
can!" Insisted Franklin. "I'll tell you.
Let me think. Good God! why can't
1 think? Yes—see here, you go down
the bottom of this gully to the moutb
of the coulee, and then we turn to the
left—no, it's to the right—and you
bear up along the side of the draw
til you |et to the ridge, and then ths
house is right in front of you. Listen
now! The wind's northwest, and thd
house is west of the head of the cou
lee; so the mouth is east of us, and
that brings the wind on the left cheek
at the mouth of the coulee, and it
comes more and more on the right
cheek as we turn up the ridge; and
it's on the front half of the right
cheek when we face the house. I'm
sure that's right—wait, I'll mafk it
out here in the snow. God! how cold
it is! It must be right. Come on;
come! We must try it, anyway."
"We may hit the house, Cap," said
Sam calmly, "but if we miss it we'll
go God knows where! Anyhow, I'm
with you, an' if we don't turn up, we
can't help It, an' we done our best."
"Come," cried Franklin- once more.
"Let's get to the mouth of the coulee.
I know this place perfectly."
And so, advancing and calling, and
waiting while Sam fought the stub
born horses with lash and rein out
of the shelter which they coveted,
Franklin led out of the flat coulee,
into the wider draw, and edged up
and up to the right, agonlzedly re
peating to himseif, over and over,
again, the instructions he had laid
down, and which the dizzy whirl olj
the snow mingled ever confusedly in
his mind. At last they had the full
gale again in their faces as they
reached the level of the prairies, and
cast loose for what they thought was
west, fearfully, tremblingly, the voy
age a quarter of a mile, the danger
infinitely great; for beyond lay only
the cruel plains and the bitter storm
—this double norther of a woeful
Once again Providence aided them,
by agency of brute instinct. One of
the horses threw up its head and
neighed, and then both pressed for
penned cattle came down the wind.
They crashed into a fence of lath.
They passed its end—a broken, rat
tling end, that trailed and swept back
and forth in the wind.
"It's the chicken corral," cried
Sam, "an' it's down! They've been
.... „„„„„ I
now willing horses I
They came to the sod barn, and
here they left the earn that had sav- ,
ed them, not pausing to take them
rom the harness. They crept to the
low and white-banked wall in which ,
showed two windows glazed with
frost They could see the chimney
plainly, but it earn ....
spioke. The stairway leading down
to the door of the dugout was miss
ing, the excavation which held it was
drifted full of snow, and the snow
bore no track of human foot. All was
white and silent. It might have been
a vault far in the frozen northern
The low moan of
(To be continued.)
ADMIRAL TOGO'S CADET DAYS.
Reminiscences of the Foremost Jap
A retired English naval officer, who,
when a lad, was on board the train
ing ship Worcester at the same time
as the prominent Japanese Admiral!
Togo, tells the following reminis
Togo was constantly the victim of
all manner of chaff from the young
Britishers on board, who called him
"One-go-two-go-three-go." Disliked at
first, perhaps because he was unlike
his mates, he grew In popularity on
account of his remarkably alert mind'
and agile body, until at length he be
came a general favorite with officers
He stood all chaff with a certain
amount of bravado, unless it touched
on his resemblance to the Chinese.
To one fellow sailor who dubbed him
a Chinaman he said with emphasis:
"You wait; when I am 'the' admiral
I hang jou on the yardarm."
One day that Togo had his leave
stopped for some small offense, "Lib
erty boys to go ashore" was piped,
and the boys went up to him and said,
"Are you to go?" "No," he replied.
Immediately the youngsters got round
him and pinched him for telling lies,
shouting at the same time, "You are
Togo ! "
His Christian name being rather
difficult to pronounce, Togo was told
by one of the boys to shoot his god
father and godmother on his return
"We do not shoot gods in
Japan," was his reply.
"Where's that dude hunter?"
"Oh, he left me to go after a bear."
"When's he coming back?"
''Whenever the bear does."
Couldn't Find It.
"Why don't you appeal to hlo con
ON PUBLIC SPIRIT
AMERICAN WOÜÏEN BEHIND
THEIR ENGLISH SISTERS.
English Women Intensely Interested
in Their Government—Our Women
Accomplish Successful Reforms,
Notwithstanding Their Lack of In
terest In Politics—Clean Streets,
Health Protective Associations,
Stricter Marriage Laws, Improved
School Systems, and Vital Prison
Reforms Are Results of Their Ef
forts—Their Protest Against Food
BY MARGARET E. SANGSTEH.
The public spirit of women in this
country is evidenced in a manner
rather different from that displayed
by women in some other countries. In
England, for instance, intelligent
women are intensely interested in
their government and in everything
that concerns the national politics.
Except in the heated months that
with us precede a presidential elec
tion, women know little and care Jess
about the machinery of state and na
tional politics, taking merely a per
functory interest in legislative bodies,
and holding themselves aloof from
matters discussed therein.
It (a not uncommon to meet a wom
an of more than ordinary culture who
does not happen to know who is the
governor of her state, and who is the
representative at the state capitol, of
her horns district. She is aware that
there is somebody who represents her
section In the senate and assembly,
but she has never taken the trouble to
acquaint herself with his name. As
for knowing what the preponderance
of sentiment in the legislative bodies
nearest her may be, she is profoundly
ignorant and altogether indifferent.
In party politics she is apt with
very languid enthusiasm to endorse
the views of the men of her family.
Should she visit Washington part of a
morning would be spent in watching
the very disorderly proceedings in the
house or the more dignified demeanor
usual in the senate chamber. But this
would be to her simply a portion of
the show and, unless she had a per
sonal reason for talking with her con
gressman, she would not even recog
nize him on the avenue.
Public spirit is at a low ebb in the
: sä m %
I what may be styled
I keepingwhen you vlslt a partlcu -
attractive village or town, where
, £ r / fences are S good rep ; lr> or
where fenceg be , obsolete, lawns are
d on] by driveways; when
, ^ lg an absence of too6c s
rubbish on the streets and things
ln general are tidled up> you may lMÎ
sure that women have bestirred thein
great majority of women
broad land, so far as its manifestation
has to do with the ballot box and
what the ballot box stands for. Our
sons are the losers here; they grow
up without due appreciation of their
privileges, as voters, and with a dis
dain for politics that is a poor omen
for the future. Unless wives and
mothers are patriotic from principle,
they will not infuse patriotism into
the current of home life.
selves ln that locality. Municipal af
fairs appeal to women, in contrast to
the larger affairs of the county or the
state. The same attention to detail
and careful economy that make a
woman notable in the thrifty man
agement of a home, make her prudent
and vigilant in managing a town. She
abhors dirt and confusion, and has a
preference for places that are well
groomed, well painted, and in fine
array and nice order.
women supervises the little parks and
bits of common and the children's
playgrounds, is apt to have a goodly
show of flowers in summer and to be
kept free from ice and slush in win
ter. Women are willing to spend
themselves and take time and pains
to keep the burrough or the hamlet or
the city ward where they reside, ln a
shape of which they are not ashamed.
In many cities there are Health Pro
tective associations maintained by
capable and efficient women, who de
scend to various minute supervisions
that raise the health rate of the entire
community. These supervisions re
promptly from households, to the dis
infection of premises where there
have been contagious diseases, in
which effort they support and supple
ment local boards of health; and to
the sanitary condition of the more
crowded quarters of the town. Not
Infrequently such associations render
themselves unpopular by the radical
character of their methods, and by
their determination to Invoke legal
remedies when people refuse to keep
their homes and surroundings decent.
Although the members may occasion
ally be over-energetic and occasional
ly may seem to be interfering beyond
their province, yet they do a vast
amount of good, and they are only
extending the sphere of the home,
mother and mistress, to the wider
sphere of the citizen.
to garbage atid its removal
Women show public spirit, too, in
movements for reform.
Wherever there Is established a
wide-awake and active Woman's club,
there is instant sympathy with move
ments for reform. These may concern
the comfort of operatives ln factories,
and of saleswomen ln department
minora, or of improper literature te
anyone; they may inaugurate a na
tional movement in favor of stricter
marriage laws, or for the abolishment
of what seems to many
crowning barbarity of the age, capi
have already concerned
themselves through clulis in
deavors to improve the condition of
child-laborers, and the bitter cry of
the children, dwarfed and stunted by
long hours of hard toil,
chord in their hearts, that instantly
Women serving on school
bring into the school room the moth
erly and sisterly element;
neighborhoods they have done away
with desks that were too high or too
low, for the comfort of pupils, they
have embellished school rooms with
treasures of art, and, have done very
much for the betterment of light and
ventilation, fighting also with some
the over-crowding, that is the
bane of the public school in some
tions of the larger cities.
They have likewise introduced vital
reforms in the management of pris
ons, and have separated or induced
the separation of child culprits from
older and hardened
jails and houses of detention,
through the efforts of women, schools
have been organized where boys and
girls unfortunately arrested and held
for trial, may be daily taught.
Accepting this presentation of the
situation as in the main true to fact,
but modify the opening state
ment of this bit of talk that women
have less public spirit with us than
they have in other lands,
ference is that ours assumes
be deemed the practical side in
stead of the theoretical.
Our public spirited women see
something wrong and try to set it
right; they are accustomed to wield
broom and a duster indoors, and on
occasion they have no contempt for
a scrubbing brush. They pounce upon
dirt where they see it, and
crime and graft of every sort, and are
ready to sweep and scour it out of
their domains. One of these days
they may add to this a livelier Inter
est in partisan politics,
day dawns when women are permitted
to use their Influence in amending
home question, such as railroad
If ever the
rates and the tariff and the collection
of customs, we are sanguine enough
to think that they will help their hus
bands and brothers to ways and
modes in which there shall be less
friction and more courtesy and com
Not being an advocate of universal
suffrage, I do not profess to point out
the manner in which this possible im
provement is to be brought about, but
then logic is not the strongest feature
of my sex.
In one direction women are leaven
ing public sentiment to some purpose,
and that is in a protest against food
adulteration. There is peril of lurk
ing poison in depraved bread, degen
erate spices, spurious canned goods,
and the like, coming as they do on
the family table and slowly or swiftly
sapping the fountains of health and
life. In no way can woman evince a
true public spirit better than by re
fusing to buy or use tainted foods and
in uniting her sisters everywhere In
a crusade against them.
(Copyright, !!X)6, by Joseph B. Bowles.)
AN EMBROIDERED DOILY.
Scallops and Padded Work Give a
Very Rich Effect to Doily Model
This may be worked on fine white
linen, to be used as a dolly for cake,
sandwiches, etc., or on fine cloth for
a lamp or vase mat.
On linen the work would be exe
cuted in white flax thread or soft
NO. 1 DOILY EMBROIDERY.
embroidery cotton; for working on
cloth, silk would he used.
Rather more than half the design
is shown in No. 2.
satin and cording-stitch. The leaves
and flowers should be well padded by
running out two or three times before
It is worked in
NO. 2 .—design FOR NO. L
club, working the satin stitch; this gives
the work a richer effect. The pat
tern must be continued in a light trail
round the opposite side of dolly. The
sqalloped edge is run out twice in the
narrow part and three tlmes ^n the
GRIM OLD ST. UK
FAMOUS PRISON AT PARIS TO
BE PULLED DOWN.
Bunt as a Hospital for Lepers in
1110, It Has Served Since
the Revolution as
The most famous prison in Paris
since the destruction of the Bastlle
—St. Lazare —is to be pulled down to
make way for modern improvements.
Vast, grim and sinister looking,
haunted by evil memories, unsanitary,
no longer fitted to survive even as an
abode for those who have fallen un
der the ban of the law, its demolition
will cause rejoicing in Paris. Only
those antiquarians, to whom every
thing that is old is precious, will re
gret its disappearance.
Situated in the most populous re
gion of the city, the Faubourg St.
Denis, it has gone through manjr
phases, and the uses to which it Iras
been put from time to time, reflect
the startling vicissitudes that have
attended the growth of the French
capital. Could they speak, its hoary
stones might tell strange stories—
stories of peace and charity; of piety
that in after times served as a mask
for hypocrisy, levity and debauchery;
of the horrible atrocities perpetrated
in the name of liberty, equality and
fraternity: of crime and depravity.
It is strange to reflect that it was
the beneficent charity taught by the
gentle Nazarene which gave birth to
the gloomy structure which has long
seemed a fitting habitation for mis
t ' tb H
ST. LAZARE PRISON.
ery and despair. St. Lazare S
founded in 1110 as a hospital for iVj
ers, as its name implies. By a ch»
ter granted in 1147 these lepers wer^
given the right to choose out of the
king's cellars ten hogsheads of wine a
year. Some years later they
changed this privilege for an allow
ance of beef and bread with a few bob
ties of wine.
In 1515 the lepers were ousted and
monks, vowed to piety and poverty,
took their place.
A portion of St. Lazare was set
aside as a house of correction for
men ten years before the outbreak of
the revolution. Beaumarchais, the fa
mous author of the "Marriage of
Figaro" was locked up here solely on
the strength of a "lettre de cachet."
During the reign of terror St. La
zare was transformed into a prison—
which for many of the suspects there
incarcerated proved but the ante
chamber for the guillotine. The mur
der loving tyrant, Robespierre, made
the ferocious Venner governor of St.
Lazare. Venner did his best to make
the lives of the prisoners intrusted
to his care a hell on earth. He gloat
ed over the sufferings which
shadow of impending death caused
them, and adopted every device that
his malignant ingenuity could suggest
add to them.
The cruelties that were practiced at
St. Lazare are excelled only by those
the Inquisition. No prisoner was
allowed to take his rest there at night
without some grim reminder that it
might be his last on earth.
After Napoleon had
the terror with his "whiff of
grape shot" he made St. Lazare a
prison exclusively for women,
such it has since remained,
prises five separate buildings,
rounding three court yards,
building has four stories, and between
them they provide accommodation—•
such as it is—for 1,200 inmates. The
ground floor is reserved for female
criminals awaiting their transfer to
other penal establishments, and their
workshops are also
On the floor above are women under
remand, and girls under age, who
have been ordered to be detained un
til they have reached their majority.
On the third floor are penned the
"Unfortunates" — feminine outcast«
who have failed to comply with cer
tain police regulations affecting tb-lr
A millionaire who has an ambition
to be a monarch would do well to bid
in Lundy island, at the entrance of
Bristol channel, which is to be sold
toward the end of the year, says the
Springfield (Mass.) Republican. It is
three miles long and one mile wide
and has been overlooked by the insat
iate British empire. It is no country,
it pays no taxes, Its owner 1« a mon
arch in his little realm. And all this
äplendid isolation within sight of the
shores of England!
Described His Cheese.
The girl asked the polite salesman
if he had good cheese.
"We have some lovely cheese," was
the smiling answer.
"You should not say lovely cheese,'*
"Why not? It is," he declared.
"Because" — with boarding-school "
iignlty—"lovely should be used toi|
qualify only something that is alive^W
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