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THE STARKVILLE NEWS.
VOLUME 11. On the Anise- Seed Trail By H. S. CANFIELD. ■ ■ 1 ■■ a 1 (Copyright, 1903, by U*iljratory Tub. Cos.) IN THE smoking room of the Cohas set Country club Willie DeLay sat with one leg thrown carelessly on a ta ble. He flicked the boot on it with a hunting crop and puffed, a Turkish ci garette that burned with a smell like the smell of decayed weeds and punk. "Willie in talk was horsey. With him were Reggie Van Duyck, who w as dog gy. and Algy Remsen Who was foxy. “That new hunter of mine,” said Willie, “is a wonder. Short barrel, big chest, clean legs, stifle well set out, muscled like Sandow. I’m thinking that, he'll come close to seven feet in the clear.” “Saw the pack awhile ago,” said Reg gie. “Looks well —aw. But the little gvp with the tan over her eyes is too keen —aw. Needs more work and whip and less coddling—aw. That man Brown isn’t any good —aw.” “He's good on making the bag, said Algy. “Saw him mixing the seed this morning. He’s got some sort of prep aration he puts in—won't give away the secret —that makes it smell like an old dog fox in spring. Offered him five pound to tell, doncherknow.” Dick Manton came up to the group. “You mean that you offered him s?s.’ he suggested. “That is what I said.” Algy respond ed slowly. “Five pound.” “If you’re going to talk American dollars in English currency,” said. Man ton, “you want to talk them correctly. The English do not know any’such sum as ‘five pound.’ What you offered the whipper-in was ‘fi’-pun.’” “Aw!” said Algy, Manton walked away. Willie took his leg down and leaned forward. His smooth, narrow face had purpose in i*t. “He’s getting a dweadfuJ cad,” he said. “Don’t know how he got into the club, lie’s only a law ver-fellovv. you know, and liecawn t ride. I’m snah. Wonder why he joined?” “To be near Marian Granger,” said Reggie. i “‘To be near Msiid Marian,” said Algy. Willie was silent fora moment, then said: “Well, we’re all epris with her, aren’t we? The thing must be settled somehow, and we’ve got to get rid of this chap Manton. Tell you what I’ll do.” He flicked his leg lazily. “I'll ride you for her. In the hunt to-mor row the fellow nearest in at the death to have a clear field for six nionths, the two others to drop out. “Agreed,” said Reggie and Algy in a breath. “As for Manton. he can’t ride, but I heard to-day he’d bought a horse and a suit of pinks. The hors** was sold to him by Jock Ormsby. You'd never think it, but it's that devil, Mephisto! The grooms call him the ‘Gravemaker, you know. lie's sot the temper* of Satan and has butt three men in a year. Buying that horse shows how little Manton knows. If he tries to ride to-morrow all three of ns will, have to race the Gravemaker and get him going. He ought to spill Manton at the first jump and cure him of the Country club and Maid Marian at the same time.” They snickered in concert. Willie took an absinthe. Reggie took a ver mouth cocktail, Algy took a creme de mentbe. The CohassetCountry club was made up of the sons and daughters of the rich men of a Massachusetts city. Its objects were social converse and rid ing after a pack of hounds trailing the scent of a bag of anise-seed which had been dragged over the country in the early morning by a couple of lads. The course lav' over fairly stiff land, con taining a ploughed field or two, a brook and some fences of bedgeplant. One of these fences had a ditch ten feet wide running along it and was a source of secret terror to every lumber of the club. The Cohasset was an expensive and exclusive organization, and it made merry after the fashion of all country clubs. Late that night, be tween a waltz and a two-step, Willie, In a burst of confidence, told Marian Granger of the agreement reached by himself and friends, saying nothing of Manton. The girl, very handsome and self-contained, looked at him with wide eyes. “Indeed!” was all she said. , “Yes,” Willie went on his tongue loosened by several absinthes. “I .shall be your most devoted for six. months at least. You haven't seen my new hunter. Van Duyck and Kemsen are not in it.” A smile of amusement came iivto her fine eyes. “You are certain to win?” she asked. “Sure,” he replied. “Excuse me, then,” she said. “Here j g Mr. Manton. I promised tjiisdance to him.” Swinging* slowly in her partner’s arms, she told him of the wager—told it lightly, but he could see a shadow of resentment in her face. He was a young fellow of not many words and positive manners. He started on a hunt for Willie and found the three of them in the buffet. He had made up his mind to spare the girl annoyance from this trio, “puppies” he termed them wrathfully, and was willing to risk a good deal to achieve his object. He staged his business briefly. “Mi ss Manton has told me of your bet, or wager, or trial of skill — whatever you choose to call it. Its nature w r ould be unchanged by any name. I, too. am a worshipper of hers and I want to be counted in.” Willie looked at him in astonish ment. “You?” he said. “Why, cun you ride?” “That’s not to the purpose,” Man ton answered, warmly, “I'll stand by the agreement. I’ll do better than that: If I’m beaten I’ll quit the club'*” Willie looked at his friends. “Cer tainly,” he said, coolly, sipping his green drink. “You’re counted in.” There were, more than two dozen hunters held by grooms on the green turf in front of the club next morn ing. The men and the women all in pink sat about the porch, while the hounds lay on to the bag trail. It was the custom to give them three fields’ start. The dogs tore away with the huntsmen arid whippers-in riding hard. They topped the first fence in style, swept over a stubble, rose to the next leap and disap peared. The members swarmed down the steps and mounted. Manton was a poor rider and eyed his new. pur chase with some misgiving. This was a great black horse, trim and power ful, with a deal of mane and his tail unhanged. His nostrils lined with pink were flaring and his eyes rolling wickedly showed a great deal of white. The groom with him hung to his bit and had a pale face. The horse struck once at the groom with a forefoot, but missed him. The groom swore in fear. Manton had taken a dozen lessons in a riding school, slipped his boot into the stir rup and swung up cleverly enough. Once up, however, it seemed a long w\ay to the ground, and he did not expect to return there, except in a half somersault. The Master of the Hounds gave the halloa, while Man ton was still tightly gripping the sad dle with his knees and the bridle with his fingers. The great party leaped forward instantly spreading out like a fan as it went, each rider choosing a taking off place for the first fence. Hard-held, the black horse reared straight upright and Manton was glad to loosen the rein. Then the Gravemaker bounded out andrwas away. Manton believed the horse to be vicious, but knew him to be a trained hunter ol high speed and power and was too wise to attempt to check him or rein him in as they neared the FREE BED FOR CATS. Endowed by a Servant Girl Who Died in Philadelphia Some Years Ago. In an animal hospital in Philadel phia there is a free bed for cats, en dowed v by a servant, Ruth Darling, who died in that city some years ago. She had always liked animals, and the Phildelphia Record says that during her last illness she said,to her employ er: “1 have a little money saved, sir. I should like to do something with it for cats. Cats have a cruel, hard life. I’d like to found a bed in a hospital for them, so that when the miserable crea tures are sick they can be taken care of.” “Well, Ruth, the idea is a good one,” said the woman’s employer, “but such a bed would cost money.” “I know it, sir, and I’ve got the mon ey,” she returned. “Look, sir I” and the young woman took from under her pillow a bank-book. The book showed to h*r credit a sum more than sufficient for the establish ment of the bed.’ And accordingly there ris now in the Maher Animal Hospital a commodious iron cage with the in scription, “The Ruth Darling Bed” on it in gold letters. STARKVILLE, MISS., FRIDAY, MAY l. r >, 1903. leap. Instead, he dug in his knees while the reins went slack and Grave maker took it like a bird, landing' lightly on the farther side and im mediately reaching into his stride. Manton found himself not only seat ed, but firmly seated. There had been no shook and, so far as he could see, no 4 danger of falling. “Good jump!” a guy voice called* near him and looking cautiously to fiis right he saw Miss Granger, 30 yards away, even with him and riding like a professional, hands well down and head tilted back, a smile on her lips. lie called to her and their horses rose simultaneously at the next fence, going- over with a foot to spare. Another fence was cleared and then a ploughed field was struck. In this heavy going Miss Granger dropped back; her mount was lighter and she was riding with care; but Manton had no judgment and the big black pounded on. He took the fence d t the farther side without slacken ing. Indeed, his hunting blood was up and be was having such fun that he forgot to be vicious. The brook came next. Then more fences. Glancing around Manton saw Willie DeLay to his left, riding his new horse, whose chest was fiecked with foam. Beyond him was Reggy Van Dnyck and a hundred yards to his right was Algy Keinsen boring in toward him. He suspected no design in their presence, but was suddenly conscious that they had drawn in upon him, riding now not five yards apart, and that the pace had in creased to a' hurricane drive. The (iravemaker was fully extended now and his great limbs were spurning the ground. Tw,o fields ahead of them were the dogs with bellies to the ground, streaming along an ith noses up and tails rigid. Fifty yards further a hedge ran athwart their path a high stiff hedge of briar and rail and on the hither side a long deep gash in the earth, the ten foot ditch, with the barrier beyond. Manton noted it and felt a Httc -ickish. He saw Willie’s face and his cheeks were nearly as green as the absinthe. Ihe others he did not note. Five seconds passed and then the mighty mnsclts under him bunched an d gathered for the effort. Next moment he felt that he was sailing to the clouds. f l he ditch and the hedge shot under him like a ribbon. Then he knew that he was over. Looking back he saw IN illie rising from the soil, where he had been thrown in the new hunter’s fall. The horses of the twa other men had re fused the leap. He was in at the death of the ainse seed bag three minutes later and the huntsman, a smug-faced Englishman from the fox shires, handed him the brush with a grin. It vvas a brush kept for such hunt. Miss Granger rode up a little later and Manton handed the brush to her. “1 should have told you last night,** he said, “that I was a party to that wager.” “You became a party after I had told you of it?” she asked. “Yes.” She pondered a moment and saw the motives that had sAvayed him and she gave him her hand coyly, but frankly. “1 am glad,” she said. Like a popular club, this bed has al ways a waiting list, a long line of wretched and suffering cats Availing to , be treated without charge. Last year 56 cats were cared for. Traveling Safe in England. Only one person tvas killed on the railways of (Heat Hritain during the year 1902. In the closing three mouths of the year 845 persons Avere killed and ! ii,102 injured on railroads in the United ! states. Railroad officials in England arc aware that they are responsible for injuries caused by incompetence or negligence, hence they insist on due care on the part of their employes. An Avowal. •‘I suppose,” said the man aa ith the searching eye, ’’that drink was your downfall.” “It was,” answered Meandering Mike, “I took a drink o’ water dat had microbes in it, an’ dut’s what damaged me healt’ so I can’t wo^k.”—Wash ington Star. ___ How Man die Get* Experience. Irene __ls Maud really going to marry that sappy yctth? Enid—Mercy, no! She is only en gaged to him. You see, poor, dear Maud has never been engaged before, and she thinks she ought to practice a little before entering into it seriously.—New Yorker, THE RETIRED BURGLAR. Be Relate* What Befell Him Tlrroag-* Hi* Xegle'ct to Te*t Hi* Tool*. “You’d think now, wouldn’t you,” said the retired burglar, in the New York Sun, “that a man in my business, if anybody, would test his tools before bringing them into use, and so take no chances with them? You would, sure; but the best men neglect this, some times, and I did once, and came to grief. “The Jip of ray old jimmy had got chipped, and' rather than have it drawn out and retempered I had had anew one made. I had been doing pretty Avell ijlong about then and 1 felt that I could afford it, to say nothing to the common sense of having only the best tools to work with. “That neAv jimmy was a beauty to look at, and well balanced and good under the 'hand, fine and perfect in every way, apparently, and T never tested it. I tried it on a safe 1 knew of that seemed to be just waiting for somebody to cqfiie along and crack it. “This safe stood at the top landing of a pair of stairs that led p to the second story of a tAvo-story detached building that Avas used for a factory of some sort, ami that stood’ on the same lot with the house of the OAvner in a small country town, f suppose they put it out there so they could tumble it downstairs handy in case of fire. “It didn’t seem much of a safe. It Avas a loose-jointed, sort of a ram shackle-looking old safe compared Avith what they build nowadays,but it didn’t turn out as easy as I thought it was going to, “It stood Avith its door toAvard the office room on that second floor, and Avith the hinged edge of the door back from, and the opening edge toAvard tlie top of the stairs; so ( had to stand Avith my heels right on the edge of the top step of the stairs to get at it. 1 Avedged the door out a little, to get it started away from the door frame, and then 1 got the new jimmy in and began prying. “But the old’ safe, as I was saying, turned out to be tougher than I had expected: and the first thing I kneAA* there was a crack and a break, not in tlie safe door, but in the handle of my neAV jimmy—a flaw in rhe steel —and standing as 1 Avas on that very top step and leaning out over the stairs at the moment, away I Avent/ “It Avas plumb daylight Avhen I came to. and then I was on a work bench on the first floor of thi* little factory, with a doetdr bending over me on one side, and the owner of the factory on tlie other. The owner had found me senseless at the bottom of the stairs, and there I had lain till he picked me up. “He did his first duty, to me. by send ing for the doctor, and later he did his duty to the community. It was easy to do that with the handle of my bro ken jimmy beside me at the foot of the stairs, the part that matched it sticking in the safe, and my old bull’s eye standing on the top of the strong box. “It Avas some years after that before I got a chance to use another jimmy, at all; but I never repeated the mistake I made with that one.” CANINE INTELLIGENCE. An Instance of Extraordinary Sa gacity That 1* Related of * We-Ivh Farmer’* Dos. I My friend Avas staying this au tumn in \' T ales. Smoking and shut ting one evening A%ith a local farm er the talk fell upon dogs, says a writer in London . Outlook. The farmer's sheep dog lay before the fire, and the farmer instanced his sagacity. He made an exclamation in Welsh. At once the dog rose and Avent to the door. “Yon might let him out,” said the farmer. “ “The sheep are in the corn’ is what I said to him.” The dog passed eagerly out. In a few minutes there was a scratching at the door. The dog entered panting and lay down at the fire again. Shortly afterward the farmer repeated his Welsh remark. Again the dog ran to the door and my friend let him out. Again in a feAV minutes was the scratching at the door, and again he lay doAA*n be fore the fire panting. After an in terval the farmer remarked in Welsh, quite i 9 the Avay of conversation: “I am not easy about those sheep, I do believe they’re in the corn.” The dog without rising looked np at the farmer, gave tAvo sharp yelps and turned round to his sleep again. He said as plainly as though it had been in words: “‘Don’t be a fool; I’ve been twice and they’re not in the corn.” ~ NUMBER 9. THUNDER MOUNTAIN. Freak oil UVature i* lilaliw 1 )ririe Its lauiv fraa a 'Fiibe of Indl*a>. One of the* most reiwark&ble natural curiosities oit the earth is to be seen, in a rugged and almost inaccessible part of the newly opened,, but already famous. Thunder Mountain gold region in Idaho. This strange freak of na ture is called “Sheep-eater’s monu ment,’’ and is said to have derived ita name from a tribe of Indians formerly inhabiting the district, says Leslie’s* Weekly. The mountain is 70 feet high and consists of a rough shaft, composed of bowlders and gravel, tapering slightly upward, and capped by a huge irregu lar rock, whose weight is estimated at not less than 50 tons. The cap rests* on slender projections from the shaft that are gradually being worn away by the elements, threatening the eventual fall of the great stone. The monument stands on the slope of a ridge which rises 1,000 feet and* de scends 500 feet from the site. It was undoubtedly formed by erosion. The surface of the declivity has been, for centuries, snd is yet, being washed away by water, the result of melting snows and rainfalls. Originally, the capstone wa sta tion ed on the ground, but gradually the soil surrounding it was carried away, a narrow* vertical section just under it being left intact, owing prob ably to some hard cementing substance in the conglomerate and possibly als<* to the direction in which the eroding torrents expended their force. How* long a time was required to form the shaft may be partly realized when it is stated that there are trees not far away taller than the monument. As the erosive process continues, the shaft is likely to increase in length unless a soft spot should be reached under the present surface, in which case the curi ous formation might topple over and break into pieces. HER LONDON ACCENT. It Ha> Nut Ihe Real Thin* VIM Sir (amt* In Contact with a Londoner. There is a very handsome woman staying at one of the smart family ho tels, where everybody knows every body else, except the somebody and somebody else w ho don’t speak to eaeh other when they meet. She is a Chi cago woman, rich as the whole Croe sus family, and during a year spent in England was inoculated w ith a London accent which, to her way of thinking, took wonderfully. That accent is a dear to her as her back hair, comments the Washington Post. Now, at the same hotel abides an English gentle woman whom everybody loves. A £ewr evenings after the lady with the grafted accent arrived the Engl|sh woman happened to hear that she was from Chicago. Accordingly she walked into the parlor where the aforesmd lady was criticising and commenting on things American in a way which English gentlefolk do not permit them selves w hen they visit us. The English woman did not hear the conversation, or monologue, rather, but she arrived just after tlie Chicago woman had said fierce things about the horrible Ameri can accent. The group of women -topped talking as the English woman drew near, and there was an introduc tion. * “I am so glad to know yon,” s#a?d the Englishwoman, “and to know that you really are from Chicago. I spent such a delightful summer there during your wonderful world's fair, and to hear your charming w estern accent brings it all so vividly back to me.” And there; were certain ones among the women j there who went out into the hail and; meanly laughed. Dressmakers In Cons*. A London justice has just made an important decision regarding dress-; makers* disputes. He will not have dresses tried on in court, because he “had long since come to the con-; elusion that with ordinary dresses* any lady could wear a dress to make it look as if it did not fit,” and her was also perfectly satisfied that “auyj milliner or dressmaker could pull it? about make it fit when it diJ| not do so.** —N. Y. Sun. Conclusive Evidence. * “They weren’t playing golf,’’ saldth€ wis<; caddy; “they were making love.” “They did stay dt the other end of th* links a pretty long time.’* “Oh, it ain't that.” “What is it. then?” “They wouldn-’t take a caddy along! an’ tVey never lost a ball.^-^hicagi Post. ' —/ '