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Elbert Goilnty Tribune
J. E. POPS, Editor and Publisher.
ALBERT* * * COLORADO.
It Isn’t every Panama hat that Is
paid for.
Simon Sam has arrived at Paris and
will now proceed to blow It In.
Compared with Nurse Jane Toppan.
Salrey Gamp was a ministering angel.
Kipling will do. K man who. single
handed can stand off a mob has tho
real stuff In him.
If Bishop Nicholson’s counterblast
had been confined to the cigarette all
might be forgiven.
Of course our millionaires are not
wearing Panama hats. They cannot
afford those luxuries.
Kitchener has thanked the Boers.
This Is. no more than right. They
were worth $260,000 to him.
Erysipelas was communicated by a
bank note in Chicago. There Is no
end to the perils of wealth in hand.
Andrew Carnegie used to be a tele
graph operator, and the wires still
chant a very merry song in his ears.
Kansas farmers who have boon pray
ing for harvest hands find that an
amen said with a shotgun helps mat
ters.
Russell Sage Indignantly denies tho
truth of the rsport that he Isn’t go
ing back to Wall street to try to get
more.
Mr. Carnegie’s present rate Is one
library a day. This Is his summer
gait; In winter hlB pace is materially
Increased.
Tho Apaches are reported to ho
looking for trouble. As Gen. Funston
is near the reservation, they will prob*
ably find it.
It remained for a Cleveland (Ohio)
preacher to declare St. Peter a victim
to the fisherman’s traditional vice of
overstatement.
On account of prejudice, Capt. Drey
fus is unable to rent a flat In Paris.
This is carrying ostracism to its most
extreme limit.
Senator Depew is said to be tho
most popular Amorlcun in I^ondon.
• Even an Englishman can seo the point
of a Depew Joke.
A peculiarity of Mr. Carnegie’s bene
factions Is that he makes all of the
favored communities loosen up in the
way of annual taxes.
The automobile isn’t the only thing
that is likely to give one the earache.
There are one or two senators at
Washington, for instance.
Those English professors who are
studying American mining methods
should bear in mind that seizing tho
stock is the most important process
of all.
The census rises to remark that
$3,235,168 are invested in making
needles and pins. And no one has
ever found out what becomes of tho
product.
"Como up, come up. come up to tho
cannon!" writes a feminine poet, in
Imitating the drum beat. First, how
ever, let us be sure that the cannon
is not loaded.
And now the college graduate will
proceed to unload a cargo of theory
and settle down to the practical ques
tion of earning three mealß a day and
a placo to sleop.
The boat-rocking Idiot added three
Ilvos to his score at Ludlngton, Mich.
What Is needed Is to have this fellow
look long and earnestly Into the barrel
of an "unloaded pistol.”
A reign of terror prevails In llaytl,
and the Venezuelan rebels have Just
gained a substantial victory. Things
Beem to bo running along In a normal
condition down that way.—
C- ’■ ■ -
Some people claim that Senator
Clark of Montana, who has lots of
hair and can eat pastry. Is a richer
man than Rockefeller. But they are
mean ones who like to make others
unhappy.
It pains us to read the story of Mr.
Rockefeller's Cleveland pastor, who
has openly denounced St. Peter as “a
lying old fisherman." But why this
tautology? Why not say "fisherman"
and lot It go at that?
Now let tho Kansas farmers who
need ten thousand men In the harvest
fields follow the example of one of
their number and offer a daughter to
the man who does the most Work, and
see what the harvest will be.
A woman on a New York street car
yesterday flourished a quarter and
loudly proclaimed that Russell Sago
had given her the money. The other
pnsaengers on the car considered her
insane. There can be no doubt about
It
Senor Villegaß, the Filipino sen
tenced to twenty years’ Imprisonment
for violating his oath of allegiance to
the United States, ought to find com?
fort in the reflection that he will servo
as a first-class object lesson to hlB
fellow-islanders.
A WARRIOR BOLD.
By ST. GEORGE RATH BORNE,
Author of “Little /Hl*m Million*," ••The Spider’a Web,” ••Mite
Caprice,” “Dr. Jack’a Widow,” Etc., Etc.
(CoDvrlffht. 1901. bv Strwt and Smith. New York.)
In the Street of the Steen.
It all happened in quaint old Ant
werp, and Charlie Stuart found rea
son to believe that seldom In romance
or history had a more singular ad
venture befallen a pilgrim from l»n
--don than chanced to his lot on thlH
same day.
The morning was half spent anj
Stuart found himself at a
loss to know what he* should turn to
next for amusement. He had Idled in
the markets, discovering new and at
tractive features constantly;# had
been through the various museums
and picture galleries—ln short, ex
hausted the sights of old Antwerp,
and was on the point of considering
his exodus, which would occur Just as
soon as he could make up his mind
where his next objective point on the
map of Europe or the world would be.
Then it was that Fortuuo. fickle
Jade, took the pilgrim from London
by the throat as It were, and radically
changed the whole course of his exist
ence.
As he stood there idly twisting his
blonde mustache, he became aware of
the fact that someone was bearing
down upon him at a swift pace, some
sne whose quick, energetic move
ments reminded him Irresistibly of u
hawk pouncing upon Its prey—some
sot who held out a hand in eager
greeting and seemed bubbling over
with animal spirits.
Stuart welcomed him eagerly. His
name was Barnaby—Artemus Wych
erly Claude Barnaby—and his profes
sion that of an amateur dramatic
novelist. It was simply astonishing,
the weird fancies generated in that
erratic brain of his, each of which
exceeded all others in phnntnsma
gorie and, it must be confessed, some
times ludicrous splendor.
"Just the man of all England 1
wanted to see. Consider It a lucky
omen, by Jove, to run across you In
this manner. I’m going to enlist your
sympathy and co-operation in a little
scheme I have on foot, my boy, and.
you can depend upon it, I won’t take
’■o’ for an answer, so consider your
self engaged as tho second conspira
tor."
"Well, 1 don't know about that; but
what wild, halr-bralned scheme have
you on foot at present?”
"Charlie, I’ve rdn across the noblest
theme for a startling drama that ever
bobbed up in anybody’s path. Why,
It actually opens an opportunity for
fame and fortuno to the gifted genius
who has boldness enough to grasp the
chance."
"You have, of course, visited the
Steen, thnt great castle down the
street yondor, once a prison of the
Inquisition, now a museum. Did
you take a guide with lighted flam
beaus and explore the frightful dun
geons under the castle, each cell and
corridor of which seems to exhale
hideous memories of the tortures in
flicted upon unfortunate prisoners In
tho Dark Ages, when Spanish cruelty
ruled thlß country with an iron
hand?"
Stuart replied In the negative. His
artist soul had feasted on the' treas
ures which lay littered about the
courtyard of the onetime palace; but
the musty dungeons he had but hast
ily surveyed, being naturally averse
to the contemplation of such horrors.
"Oh, I am glad of that," said Arte
mus, eagerly, “for you will be better
prepared to accompany me to those
same dungeons now."
"Tho deuce!” exclaimed Charlie,
taken aback; but, not in the least dis
concerted, the other went on:
"Tell me. have you heard the story
or rumor that Is circulated here and
there through certuln circles about u
modern man in the Iron Mask sup
posed to bo incarcerated In the Steen
dungeons?"
"I remember hearing some little
talk about such a thing, but really
never pursued the subject.”
“Briefly, then. It has long been
whispered that there waß recently,
and may still continue to be, a secret
prisoner confined in a lonely dungeon
under yonder massive pile of ma
sonry—a man whose face is forever
hidden behind an iron mask that is
secured by a padlock. I have reached
the conclusion that this man of mys
tery might be some troublesome heir
to the Germnn throne, or else a son
of Louis Napoleon. Think for a
minute what wonderful possibilities
this vista opens to the dramatist! It
is quite enough to inspire the dullest
mind! And I am resolved to explore
those ancient dungeons personally, as
no one has ever done before, with the
secretly avowed purpose of learning
whether I may found my great drama
upon a truth, or the mere fabric of a
Dutch legend. And you will accom
pany me, my boy, out of pure philan
thropy. to sbnre In the exhilaration of
success’'—touching a suspicious bot
tlelike package he carried under his
left arm —"or to support me In case of
exasperating failure."
Charlio Stuart could not say him
nay: he really had nothing on foot
whereby to kill time, and Artemus
was such a jolly and original dog that
it were worth something to have
the pleasure of his society for a spac?
of time.
So, hesitating, he fell.
And, thus sauntering down the
street of the Steen, the two friends
arrived in the shadow of the great
building whose history stretched back
centuries into the dim past.
Together they entered, like other
pilgrims desirous of gazing upon the
art treasures which lay within those
ancient walls.
Charlie bad seen all these before,
and cast but a casual glance around,
being more deeply interested in the
actions of his confederate.
An old dame with her wide cap
started toward them, but one glance
from Artemus’ eyes seemed to bring
about a decided change In her Inten
tions, for she stood still, and then
backed away.
It was a signal victory, or. as Arte
mus expressed It. a "howling suc
cess;” nevertheless, his companion
was still fain to believe the magic of
gold had more to do with the old
lady’s sudden blindness than the ex
ertion of rare hypnotic powers on the
part of the prord wizard.
Content to follow the other’s lead.
Charlie soon found himself In that
apartment where several tall brass
candlesticks stood upon an antique
table, to be used in exploring the
mysteries below.
Artemus motioned that he should
straightway possess himself of one. In
order that their candles might have u
proper receptacle, and Charlie, having
enlisted for the war come weal, come
woe, took up the nearest of the lot,
which wus In Itself a treasure of art.
Nervously Artemus tried several
keys In rapid succession, mutterlug to
himself the while In away peculiar to
him. At last came a little subdued
screech that announced success on
the part of the chattering idiot at his
side. They were evidently In for it,
since the ponderous door opened be
fore them.
Charlie was not the one to hold
back, so he stepped beyond the portal
and went down.
Immediately the door closed, and
the clang of it was unlike any sound
he could ever remember hearing.
That creaking, rusty key turned lu
the lock.
“Now,” said Artemus, In a shrill
voice, pregnant with eager anticipa
tion, “now we are ki control, and the
devil dungeons of the Steen must
yield up their ghastly decreta to a
master."
Down tho venerable stairs they
wended their way. Could those same
Hteps have been gifted with the power
of speech, what strange and startling
tales they might have given forth, of
human misery, of historical person
ages and deeds that would have made
the bravest cheeks pale. But they
were mute. The dread secrets of the
dim past would ever be Bafe in their
keeping.
"Hark!”
Artemus uttered this word In a
shrill whisper, and at the same time
clutched his companion's arm. Their
surroundings were so eerie that it was
not wonderful that his vivid imagina
tion seized upon the slightest pretext
to arouße the ghosts that had lain
here for long centuries.
“What you hear is only the gur
gling of the river Sheldt beneath our
feet. At the foot of the worn stone
staircase we descended there Is a
trap in the solid stone, through
which opening many a wretched
condemned man met his fate. Yes, It
was only the fretful flood you heard
crying peevishly for more victims.”
Charlie’s calm manner quite re
assured the other.
"Perhaps you are right; but it
sounded wonderfully like a human
voice calling for help."
Thus In tierß the dungeons lay, each
individual one seeming to surpass its
predecessors In awful associations.
Long had they been at their task.
The regular routine pursued by tour
ist and guide had been done; but
there were other dark passages to ex
plore. gloomy ns the river Styx—
passnges that the ordinary voyager
•never saw, but which Artemus was
bound to investigate; for if perchance
thero was a grain of truth In the
story he had heard, surely the prison
er of the Iron Mask must be found
in such an unused quarter.
Charlie began to feel a bit anxious.
Ho was about ready to confess that
for one he had quite enough of it.
and only figure*! on how he might
manage to curb this insatiate ambi
tion on the part of his companion.
The task was taken from his hands,
however, and in a most unexpected
manner.
Artemus was eagerly urging him on
to "fresh fields and pastures new,”
while Charlie held the other In check,
fearful lest they fall Into some hor
rible pit. with runty spikes at the bot
tom, such ns they had discovered in
one dungeon, when, suddenly, with
out warning, tnere came to their ears
a sound so strange In this uncanny re
gion, so utterly out of sympathy
with their surroundings. that both
men stood still, as though parnlyxed
—and the sound was as of a woman
weeping!
CHATTER 11.
What They Found.
There were those who knew Prince
Charlif '* who **»d reason to be
lieve be had passed through some an
pleasant experience with lovely wo
man —been deceived, perhaps Jilted.
Although always gallant toward
the fair sex. he seemed to be ever on
his guard, as though quite determined
no mortal who wore petticoats should
have a second opportunity to play
battledore and shuttlecock with bis
heart.
But this was something entirely out
of the common run; and as be stood
there listening, to make sure there
could be no mistake, he felt an elec
tric thrill pervade his whole being,
such as he never before experienced.
Charlie determined to go forward.
He was surprised at himself for the
peculiar resolution that urged him
on. It seemed as though he were
being dragged forward by some Inex
orable fate, whether he would or not.
And the sound of sobbing still con
tinued. stealing along the gaunt pas
sageways. The darkness beyond was
apparently as fearfully dense as that
which descended upon poor, plague
stricken Egypt at the time Pharaoh
declined to let the children of Israel
go.
As Charlie advanced he noted that
the sound, which bad erstwhile reach
ed their hearing but faintly, grew
more distinct. Thus he was present
ly able to place the sobbing, and, still
advancing, he began to discern the
dim outlines of a figure upon the
ground.
As he drew closer he saw that this
was a girl in a long cloak, and that
she had hidden her face in her hands,
as though to shut out the ghostly fig
iires conjured up by the gloom.
One thing was very sure—when Ar
temus, In the earlier stages of their
exploration, declared he heard a faint
shout. It had not been the gurgle of
the greedy Sheldt gliding under
neath the crypts and corridors, ns
he (Charlie) bad so confidently de
clared, but in all probability, this lost
explorer calling for help.
Well, thank God they had found
her, and were in a position to ren
der her the assistance she craved.
After all, it had not been such a wild
goose chase as he had believed when
yielding to the importunities of his
adventurous comrade.
They advanced closer still.
Am yet the distressed one was not
uware of their presence, or the blessed
answer to her prayers.
Her attitude of abandon was most
effective, and Charlie could not but
think what a charming picture she
made there, overwhelmed, not by
grief, but the terror of her situation.
It was not intentional on Artemus'
part, but some sudden chill draught
caused him to give a vociferous
sneeze.
This was Instantly followed by a
little shriek as the girl’s hands fell
from her face, and she turned a pair
of very large and very startled eyes
upon the two comrades.
It was. of course, Cbarlie's bounden
duty to Immediately speak and reas
sure tho alarmed fraulien that they
were flesh and blood like herself, and
not spirits of the olden martyrs who
had met deaths of torture in these
dungeons; but for the life of him, and
perhaps for the first time in the
eourse of his whole experience, he
could not say a word.
For tho soft light of his waxen
taper fell full upon the face that had
until now been hidden behind the girl's
hands—a face that, tear-marked as
it was. and more or less begrimed
from contact with foul walls during
her groping In the dark, electrified
him with its peculiar charm of
beauty, and started his traitor heart
to beating as it had not done these
many moons, since be had quitted the
presence of another fair woman, with
bitterness against the whole sex rag
ing in his bosom.
(To be continued.)
Costume for a Bride.
The slender, girlish bride who de
sires softness and fluffiness In her wed
ding gown and yet has a penchant for
smart Louis Qulnze effects will choose
a draped skirt of embroidered mousse
line de sole. Its deep double flounces
being festooned across the bottom in
a charming and graceful manner and
caught at intervals with clusters of
orange blossoms. Her coat may be of
handsome brocade and it will be sim
ply ornamented with a .fichu of em
broidered mousseline.
Green thn Prevailing Color.
Green is the color of the spring and
it appears in all shades. Mercerized
gingham, German linen or French
chambray are ten times its durability.
Silk ginghams, striped or figured, to
be made in combination with plain
gingham, are effective, and are made
up by fashionable modistes with all
the elaboration of foulard costumes,
and such toilettes are considered in
perfectly good form for afternoon teas
or for church.
Corded Brilliantlne.
A charming white fabric for shirt
waist suits, also very light weight, is
corded brilliantine. It is striped, a
triple-cord Btripe, alternating with an
inch-wide stripe composed of satiny
serpentine bayadere stripes. This is
lots of description for a really simple
effect, but nothing less would tell the
story. This costs 45 cents per yard
and has the glossy quality which
makes brilliantine popular.
To Study Ancient Lake Basin.
An expedition to Lake Byre, the
great depression in Central Australia,
which is below sea level, in charge of
Prof. J. W. Gregory, it is announced,
has recently left Melbourne with the
object of studying the physical his
tory of the lake basin and the collec
tion of fr..ssllß, especially of extinct
vertebratr •
Jealousy Causes
Chicago Gragedy
Frenzied by Jealous}* and desperate
because of imaginary wrongs, Theo
dore Oelfeuer shot and instantly kill
ed his wife, fatally wounded his 14-
months-old baby, and seriously In
jured his stepdaughter. Lizzie
Stramm. at their home, 27 Twenty
first place, Chicago.
Lizzie, the stepdaughter, saved her
life by escaping through an open
window before Oelfeuer could Are a
second shot.
Ernest and John Stramm. two step
sons. aged 12 and 8 years, sprang
through another window Just as Oei
feuer entered the bedroom where they
were sleeping to complete his crime.
A bullet followed them into the street.
The tragedy occurred shortly after
6 o’clock. The streets were thronged
with churchgoers, and while they hur
ried to the scene of the Bhootlng,
Oelfeuer with bis revolver still clutch
ed in his band, ran to the rear of the
home and opening the door started
up the stairs to the garret.
At the second landing the murder-
ÜBi jwmnA aci/ruB?:
er was confronted by Timothy Dolan,
who occupies the flat directly above
the one occupied by Oelfeuer. When
Dolan attempted to block the man’s
way he was threatened with death.
Dolan stepped aside and Oelfeuer
made his way to the attic, where he
concealed himself behind a chimney.
Meanwhile the crowd, now number
ing hundreds, was battering on tho
doors or throwing stones at tho win
dow blinds. They would have broken
into the Oelfeuer flat and dragged the
man out had not Dolan informed
them that he had fled.
The Canalport avenue police station
is only a short distance from the
scene of the tragedy and when a man.
hatless and excited, arrived at the
station and notified the police of the
crime. Policemen Nibill and Bresna
han were dispatched to the house.
They arrived Just as the crowd had
determined to drag Oelfeuer out of
the attic.
When the policemen, groping their
way through the attic, reached the
corner where Oelfeuer was hiding he
warned them not to touch him. The
policemen continued to advance and
the murderer. Bpringing to his feet,
pressed his revolver against Nihlll's
stomach, at the same time pulling the
trigger. But the empty revolver mere
ly clicked and Oelfeuer reached for a
second pistol which he had In his
pocket. Before he could secure it
tho policemen overpowered him.
The crowd made no atten&pt at vio
lence as Oelfeuer was led to the po
lice station, although cries of "hang
him” were heard at every step.
Mrs. Oelfeuer was killed Instantly.
Miss Stramm, who was shot in the
right shoulder, was taken to the
county hospital, where it was Bald she
would recover.
Walter Oelfeuor. the 14-months-old
son, was shot In the left side. The
baby, too, was taken to the hospital,
where It expired.
Mrs. Oelfeuer sustained two
wound®, either of which would have
Theodore Oelfeuer.
caused death, physicians say. One
bullet pierced her heart and the sec
ond entered the left side of the neck.
No quarrel immediately preceded
the shooting, although Oelfeuer -had
been abusing his family for several
dayß. Not a word was uttered by Oel
feuer as he entered the room where
his wife, half asleep, lay In bed with
her 17-year-old daughter. Lizzie, and
her infant son, Walter. The child lay
between the mother and daughter.
To avoid awakening tho sleepers
Oelfeuer removed his shoes *before
approaching the door to his wife’s
room. Opening the door he stepped
to the side of the bed. placed the re
volver close to his wife’s breast End
4red. A second shot followed imme
dlately. this bullet striking the now
dead woman in the neck.
The stepdaughter bad awakened
with the report of the first shot, but
before she could stir Oelfeuer had
turned the revolver upon her. Hlb
aim was bad and the bullet struck the
baby. This was not a part of Oel
feuer's purpose. Only the stepchild
ren were to have been his victims.
As Lizzie arose in bed to flee from
her assailant a second shot struck her
in the right shoulder. Stunned and
bleeding she scrambled over the body
of her mother and through an open
window at the head of the bed, direct
ly opposite the door where Oelfeuer
stood. As she reached the sill she
heard the revolver click again, but
for some reason the cartridge did
not explode.
As the girl escaped Oelfeuer started
for the bedroom of his two stepsons,
Ernest and John. The boys had been
awakened by the first shots, and
guessing the truth were opening the
window of their room just as Oelfeuer
entered. They fled through tho win
dow and a bullet was fired between
them.
Ethel Oelfeuer, tho 3-year-old
daughter of the murderer, was asleep
in the room occupied by Ernest and
John Stramm. She was not harmed.
Death by hanging himself with his
undergarments In a cell of the Canal
port avenue police station ended the
life of the murderer a few hours after
the crime. His underclothing was
knotted into a noose and tied high up
on the cell door. By throwing his
weight upon the Improvised rope the
murderer had succeeded In strangling
himself without making any noise suf
ficient to be heard in other parts of
the station.
His coat, waistcoat and suspenders
had been taken away from him when
he was locked up because the police
feared that he might make an at
tempt on his own life. He passed a
sleepless night, but expressed no re
pentance for his crime. In the early
hours of the morning he quieted down
and was apparently trying to doze,
tho officers say, when he was seen
alive for the last time.
Eccentricities of English.
There is a new maid In the family,
a Swedish girl, who has many things
besides the language to learn. Her
new mistress, who is a young wife
with a husband many years her
senior, is trying to Instruct her. One
of the lessons was upon bread, the
girl being told that she could speak
of bread which had lost Its freshness
uh stale, and not old. The girl was
sure to remember this, for she is
quick to learn, and she did. So tho
young wife knew when a few days
later the maid remarked to her con
fidentially;
“It Is too bad, isn't it. that your
husband is so much more stale than
you are!"
Expensive Seals.
Tho great collection of seals in the
British Museum will shortly receive
some Interesting additions. These
are Sir Walter Raleigh’s seals of of
fice as governor of Virginia in 1584,
warden of the Stannaries of Cornwall
and Devon in 1585, and governor of
Jersey in 1600, in addition to the
great Elizabeth's own family Beal.
They will become the property of the
nation under somewhat novel condi
ilons. Before they are handed over to
the trustees of the British Museum
two thousand electrotypes In fac
simile will be issued to a body of sub
scribers at a guinea a set, and every
subscriber’s name will be included lii
the list of donors.—Pall Mall Gazette.
Has Lived In Five Reigns.
Admiral of the Fleet Sir Harry
Keppel has Just entered upon his
ninety-fourth year. Sir Harry,- who
recently returned from a Journey to
Singapore.'has lived In no fewer than
five reigns, and the forthcoming coro
nation will be the fourth which he
can say that ho remembers, for he
was a boy of elevoa when George
IV came to the throne.