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on a log on the bank of Walnut
creek, getting his parapher
nalia ready for a day's fishing.
Already he had secured his bucket of
minnows, and had selected his loca
tion for angling, a pool just above the
riffle.bordered on the opposite side with
drooping willows that almost reached
down to dabble the ends of their over
hanging branches in the water. If
bass were to be found anywhere in
Walnut creek, by all indications it
should be right there.
At this particular moment he was
engaged in putting together his joint
ei bamboo rod. As he lifted the third
section to screw it into place, he was
struck with a thought of such start
ling nature that he paused involun
tarily and was soon lost in reverie. It
had suddenly come to him that he was
lost, had been lost for many years,
and that he had not realized it until
Not bodily lost. He knew his pres
ent location, even to township, range
and section. Nor yet lost in a physi
cal or moral sense. He was a very
good man, was the Hon. W. H. Mc-
Guire, and held in high esteem by his
fellow citizens, as the last November
vote had testified. But, as he sat
there, there came to him a sudden
memory from his boyhood days. He
had been so very, very busy these
past dozen years that he had hardly
given a thought to the old days.
How he called to mind just how his.
name looked in the big leather-bound
family Bible, written out in his fa
ther's plain, old-fashioned hand. "Wil
liam Henry, third son of John and
Mary Mc.Guire."
He thought of that September
morning when he had started for col
lege. All the boys and girls of his set
were down to the 7:30 train to see him
off. His last memory of their faces
was the glimpse he had from the car
window as i le train pulled out of the
station. The boys had yelled "Good
by, Billy!" and the girls had shouted
•'Be a good boy, Billy-boy!" and had
waved their handkerchiefs until shut
from sight by the curve around Grav
elback hill. Now the fact dawned
on him that was the last time he had
heard a friendly voice say "Billy."
In college he had been plain Mc-
Guire. During the time he was read
ing law in the office in the city he was
"young McGuire." Then, when ad
-1 to the bar, he had hurried away
to the West to woo fame and fortune;
had picked out the county seat as an
eligible place to begin, and, for a time,
W. 11. McGuire, attorney. Later,
he became "our leading lawyer, Mc-
Guire," and at last, "our eloquent young
orator and present representative from
this county, the Hon. W. H. McGuire."
As he- felt the breath of the south
v, md flowing up creek, and listened to
the whistling of the redblrds, he
thought, for the moment, that he would
gladly Rive all his honors for the s*ke
of hearing the boys say "Billy" In the
old. careless, affectionate way.
•Do you care if I fish In this hole,
too ?"
McGuire looked up. A ten-year-old
boy, with a flishing pole across his
shoulder, stood before him. The lad
had a sunburned face beneath his straw
hat, and his deep blue eyes set Mc-
Guire puzzling as, to when and where
he had seen their likr> before. Aside
from the straw hat the boy's wardrobe
Isted of the two essential garments
—a checked shirt and a pair of Mue
denim overalls, held in place by a soli
tary suspender.
"Do you car-? if I fish in this hole,
too?" repeated the boy, not quit* sure
whether or not the gentleman had
beard his first query.
Mr. McGuire did not care. In fact,
♦ " «
FORMER Senator John M. Thurston,
o£ Nebraska, was a caller at fee
publican headquarters in Chicago
the other day. He seemed to be in a
hurry, but he stopped long enough to
shake hands with a tall, broad hatted
Westerner who had dropped in to see
how they run a campaign here.
"Thurston is one of the star spell
binders all right," said the Westerner
when the former senator had gone,
"but he is pretty good at other things
too. Perhaps you don't know it, but
that he-spectacled old boy is one of
the keenest sportsmen in America. His
hand may not be as steady as it used
to be, but I remember the time when
he was about the best shot in the
whole West* He could hit ninety out
of a hundred pennies tossed twenty
feet in the air, and his shells would be
loaded with Si-caliber bullets and not
bird shot. With a Winchester 'pump 1
he has killed six willow grouse, one
by one, out of a flushed flock of eight
before they got out of range, and with
out taking his rifle from his shoulder.
•There were three of us, including
the senator, on a little fishing trip in
the dalles of the Columbia river. Of
all the raging streams on this conti
iunt, I think the Columbia along the
dalles holds the palm, and the way that
Silver tongued orator' hung onto a
certain forty-pound buck salmon in
that rushing torrent is one of the
pluckiest things In the piscatorial an
nals of the Northwest.
"We -.vere fishing with" the usual
trout tackle, rod and reel, and our
movements were impeded by heavy
rubber 'waders' reaching almoet to our
armpits. The salmon when running
• •.'me pretty near making the stream
•alive with fish.' The water is simply
crowded with them. Just to give you
en illustration, I might say that the
black bears along the Columbia wade
into the river and scoop the fish out
with their paws. This is not a yarn,
but the truth. These bears taste so
strongly of fish that they are not con
sidered palatable food. The salmon, un
like the trout, does not snap at bait.
You simply throw in your nook and
snag him. And then comes the fun.
You never will have any doubt that
the salmon is a game fish. The creature
has full play of his body and he is
aided by the sweeping current.
"Thurston had succeeded in landing
upward of a dozen salmon ranging
from fifteen to twenty-five pounds. Out
in the boiling rapids to his waist, he
had gradually worked down stream un
til l:e,was near the point where the
bed of the stream was brolcen by an
eight-foot fall. I was on the bank
he would be very glad to have his com
pany. He said so.
"This is my pa's crick," volunteered
the boy; "but he lets everybody flsa
in it 'at wants to."
He unwound the line from his hick
ory pole, dug a worm out of the dirt
in his old tomato>ran, impaled it, spat
on the bait and cast it with a swish
into the pool. Mr. McGuire went to
his own bait can, selected a minnow,
hooked it through the back and made
a long cast into the deep water by the
"Do you use minnies for bait?"
"Yes. I'm fishing for bass."
"And can you catch 'em that way?"
"Sure! Can you catch 'em any other
"No, I can't! I've tried lots o' times,
too. I've seen 'em In the clear water
—great big fellows —and I've tried time
and time again with nice fat grub
worms. They'd always swim around,
sort o' lazy-like. and act like they waa
smellin' the b»it. and then they'd sort
o' turn up their noses and swim off
dike they was sayln', 'I ain't much hun
gry for grubs today.' I thought there
ought to be some sort b' bait they
liked, but I never could make out what
it was. Oh, look-ec! You've got a
Mr. McGuire was already looking.
His line was cutting throiigh the water
at a tremendous rate. He checked the
reeling out of the line with his thumb
for an Instant to make sure of fasten
ing his fish, felt satisfied with the
sharp tug at the line, and slowly
reeled out more line. He played his
captive back and forth, keeping it just
out of the overhanging willows, and at
the end of five minutes landed his fish.
It was the first time the boy had wit
nessed the scientific capture of a black
"Isn't he a beauty! He's a whole
foot long, and I'll bet he weighs two
pounds if he weighs anything at all!
Why, I didn't know there was a fish
that big in this crick!"
Mr. McGuire laughed an almost boy
ish laugh. "It's a pretty good morning
for bass. This place hasn't been fished
much, anyway, I should Judge. "1
shouldn't wonder if the whole creek is
full of them."
The boy's face was worth seeing.
He hesitated a moment and then
"Say, mister, what's your name, any
"il ." Then Mr. McGuire paused.
Then he said, "My name? Oh, well, I
guess when I go fishing with -a boy
it's my boy name—Billy. I think we
will have a first-rate time today if you
just call me Billy. At least I shall."
The boy pondered a moment.
"My name's Tommy—Tommy Has
kins. Say—Billy—do you s'pose I
could catch a bass on my hook —with
your kind of bait?"
'Why, yes. You may not have as
much fun out of It as you would have
with a reel; but if you don't jerk too
hard you'll probably catch as many as
I do. Help yourself to the bait."
"'Have you good'n' plenty?"
'He is certainly good mannered,"
mused Billy. Then aloud: "Plenty?
Oceans of them! Besides, when I go
fishing I always go snooks—cahoots —
partners, you know —with the other
fellow. The bass will not bite much
more than half an hour longer, and
then we'll have a try for sunfish and
bluegills, and you'll have to divide
your worms with me."
The boy was unaffectedly delighted.
Billy showed him how to bait his hook,
meanwhile explaining to him the the
ory of proper baiting. Then he bus
ied himself with his own line.
•Oh, Billy!"
That was all. But it toM volumes of
excitement and gratified triumph. Bil
ly looked around. The hickory fish
pole was bent, the line stret«-herl taut,
and flinging off a little spray of water
in the sunshine, and the boy's arms
were stretching out. further, further.
"Wade in! Wade in. I tell you! He'll
break the line if you don't wade in!
Wade up creek!"
If the command had been to wa<le
through fire the boy would have obeyed
watching him and saw that the current
would soon prove too much for him
and carry him over. Just then he hook
ed another salmon, and the impetus
it added to his movement down stream
alarmed me. He was in the water now
almost to his shoulders, and I tried
my best to get out to him.
"I waded out to my waist, when I felt
the chopped off ledge, denoting the
presence of deeper ■water at my feet.
I could go no further, but succeeded in
reaching him-with the end of my rod.
I begged him to take hold.
" Never mind, Henry," came the
cheery answer. 'I can't hold with one
hand, and if I take your pole I'll have
to let him go.'
" Let him go to the devil.' I entreat
ed. 'TouTl be drowned If you dont.
*Take hold of my rod.'
"He shook his head in refusal. I kept
begging him to let the fish go, but we
were then so near the falls that the
roar of the water drov\ ned my words.
'Once I was swept off.my feet, but I
regained mr equilibrium in time to
hear Thurston shout: •
'• 'He's the king of the 'Tun." and
Til stay with him to Astoria but what
I get him:*
"I struggled out i toward * the: edge of
the water-'and "looked' around just 'in
time to catch a sight,of the Senator's
heels going over the falls.. He had com
pletely 'turned ; turtle,', and ' let ;me tell
you right here I never "expected to sec
him again.' ■ ■„,. '\2-< r ' --* ?
:•: 'I clambered .down over the "rocks to
the side» of y the deep pool below the
falls, calling- to- him ,f all the, time to
keep his • nerve and I would save him.
But the first glance at the ' surface of
the water paiaryzed..-my -organs-of
speech; -•; There was v nothing in sight
but - the seething torrent.** The senator
had disappeared, water" logged" by his
heavy waders and relentlessly/ held to
the bottom. "~I was almost beside my
self. ' My first : impulse • was . to dive 'in
and bring him •to . the • surface.: Just as
I was on the ■ point ]of . making a • plunge
I saw; the end of la.; trout rod appear
above the swirling 1, foam close to the
falls.\lt T grew taller and taller,' regis
tering the depth of the submersion of
its possessor;, as - c truly as the ; gauge fof
an old Union Pacific water tank.. Pres
netly . a hand z appeared i clutching the
rod in a death gasp. Then a familiar
bald pate, minus :--, hat and a pair »of
spectcles. . : . - ,>;;
"Johnny! Thank God!' I shrieked
"But almost before the words wer»
spoken he had disappeared again, with
the faithful rod or*ce more marking
the depth of the whirling eddy that
held him.
'The salmon evidentiy had taken
refuge by lying low in the pool. This
was indicated by the slack line, fifty
or more yards in leugth. But tuie
last submersion of the senator must
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unhesitatingly- In he waded.
"That's right! Hold your pole side
ways, so he'll take the spring of the
pole! Good boy! Now 4o it again,
and keep doing it every time he turn*.
You'll make a fisherman yet!"
Back and forth the boy played the
fish until it showed signs of tiring.
"Now draw him in—gently. HolJ
your pole sideways. If he makes a
rush with the pole held straight he'll
break the line! Lift him out —still
sideways! 11l declare, if he isn't an
inch longer than mine!"
Tommy Haskins looked Joyously on
the daik stripes of the baas as it lay
there on the gravel, flopping and pal
pitating by turns. Be could think of
nothing better to say than:
"I caught him all by myself, didn't I?
I wish my pa could have been here
to see me!"
When the bass had ceased biting they
had five beauties, three to the credit
of Tommy Haskins. Billy put them in
the fish basket and anchored them in
the running water at the ripple. The
boy now yielded to his social inclina
"Whereabouts do you live. Billy?"
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have startled him. Qlck; as' a flash
the ;line cut the water down." stream,
and - when - it' drew.'- taut op shot* that
bald * head -again: as buoyant as an old
fashioned* line 'bobber' —this - time to
stay. ?'* - , «3Se9BHPB&^^
' "I'waited no longer, but rushed into
the water! with the fa^nt hope, of .cast
ing: my line and entangling and reccv-
"Oh. I stay up at the county seat.
My boy home was back East—in In
"Indiana! Why. there's where my
pa and ma came from. They talk about
back there sometime*."*
"Say." said Billy, struck with a sud
den thought. "I'll tell you what. Tom
my Hasfcins! You take these fish down
to the house, and give 'em to your ma.
and ask her to cook 'em for supper.
And tell her you have * particular
friend fishing with you today and that
you'd like to have him down for sup
per. And tell her he's from Indiana.
And tell her I want you to come back
and eat dinner with me. Oh, I've got
plenty along! I always do take plenty
when I go fishing. I never know how
long I might want to stay. And, say!
You've got some bacon at the ho«se?
Well, bring about half a dozen slices,
and I'll cook something good!"
When Tommy Haskins got back Bil
ly had a fire going. He had also taken
the laprobe for a tablecloth, and had
spread a dinner that looked very tempt
ing to the country boy. There were
ham sandwiches, and a bottle of stuffed
olives, and cheese, and cookies, and
;*ing, th* half drowned senator and land
ins his all but lifeless body. To :tell
i the truth •: I; ; thought -> he bad b*«n
• drowned *as : dead *"as * a „mackerel."* and
that be was being to-wed by that con
founded salmon. I pot into i the water
again up to ■my waist : and . was about
to make a final cast, when I received
a'jolt that sent nfe buck to terra flrma;
oranges, and bananas, and a tin box
of sandines. Billy explained: "I al
ways take some fish with n:s when I
go tishing. Then if I ion't catch any,
way. I have fish anyhow."
Then Billy cut a couple of small
hickory sprouts, and. sharpening an
end of each, gave one to Tommy Haw
kins and said. "Now, you do Jost what
you see me d.o. I'm going to shew
you how to cook." Then he took three
of the slices of bacon, impaled them,
and held them over the bed of coals to
broil. Temmy Haskins did likewise
with the other three slices. Soon a
tantsJizingly appetizing odor came
from the bacon as the grease sputter
ed down on tbe hot coals, and the raw
sides of the strips took on a delicate
"t'-m-na! I didn't know bacon could
smell so good. It fairly makes my
mouth water!"
"It tastes as good as it smells, too,
on a picnic like this," responded Billy.
It was a glorious dinner. Tommy
Haskins said as much, and Billy
heartily agreed with him. It was the
first time Tommy Haskins had ever
tasted sardines. He said they were
Between, coughs,". sputters, : and. gasps
my 'dead*, friend gayly chirped: : •-■
..." 'Get. in out* of : the wet, Henry; -I'll
land -him: on ".thin; bar.' *. ■ ■'-!..
—Tburston ■ had i been towed onto a
sandbar-, in I midstream,/sand ■£ after a
, right ' of £ about - halff an ; hour • more > he'
was : tree to his word ; and - that salmon
came out of the water to join him."
"awful * good.'.V Billy * did not care for
any He said so. That :is why Tommy
HasWns * ate;, them.- all. Real X-*, French
sardines 'are : good. > Billy said he „ had -
his:-mouth * fixed for bass S for supper;":
and he didn't propose* to spoil his ap-
lite tor fitting urn :on - sardlnei.'Tom-^
my Haskios was sure it 'would not af
fect: his" appetite"..: He did not " like the
stuffed ~ olives, however, 5. and said * so
frankly. ;> Billy ■ liked stuffed '.olives and (
ate them all. He : - explained that
stuffed • olives i always * gave" him \ an: ap- \
petite for '- bass;;'- arid \theu> each of
them^ate t three :'slices of : the broiled ;.
bacon and " wished for more. When the "
last crumb of the \ dinner had disap
peared they .looked/ at each other • and
. Then it , was that \ Tommy ; Haskins
said, "Billy, did '. you 'ever:hear, tell of
folks eatln' frogs?'-'- ".".; ';;'•'.■: V
'• -Yes." :. • ;: -; ? ' .-:--- r. ttsg".
• -Well, but do you believe. it?"
r "Why, yes!.. In fact. I've eaten them
many a time myself."- . "
"Gee." :- "" >
'They're good! . Better than spring
chicken—a whole lot better!"
"Gee-mi-nee Crickets!"
•They are. You - Just take the hind
leps. -skin them, roll ; them in. cracker
dust,; fry , them .in butter,- and . they're"
just—honkey!" " . '
■ t- "Say! I know where there's a "whole
million of 'em. But we haven't no gun
nor nothin' to shoot 'em with."
~ "Yon do? . Then we'll have a few! I
know how to get .'em." - . -^ " .
Billy cut a bit of red cloth from the
corner of the la probe - and : proceeded
to wrap the hooks. . •:
"Anything red ; makes a bullfrog an
gry. ! It's - like 1 shaking ■ a red flag at a
bull. You:want, to pick out your frog,
hold the hook out in front of him. and
ten chances to one he'll make a jump
for it and get caught. We'll have more
fun this afternoon than we can shake
a stick 1 at." '"-■CSSP^HHHW
They fished for frogs with fair suc
cess until late in . the afternoon; then
they started back to where * they had
left the horse and buggy. They loiter
ed by the way, and built a little dam
of stonces across a" shallow, riffle. They '
sent flat pebbles skipping: on the sur
face of the water. They answered the ;
piping call of the quail somewhere out
in the green wheat field. At the cave,
where: the sandstone din* arched over
the creek. Billy; discerned some slight
depressions ] in, the ; dry, dusty floor of
the cave, such as one might make by
pressing the finger tips gently into a
little' heap of dust.
" Billy asked Tommy Haskins if he
had ever seen the doodle bugs, and, re
ceiving a negative answer, and the ex
pression of Tommy Haskips' utter dis
belief in their existence,' he dropped
down off his hands and knees and be
gan repeating the time-honored for
mula for charming doodle' bugs from
their subterranean home. The little
mounds .of dust began to tremble, and
then- the little dusty beetles came forth
and whirled round and round in a very
excited manner indeed. The boy look
ed his , utter astonishment, and . then
"Billy, I believe you know purf nigh
Billy smiled and replied: "I guess
you know a thing or two yourself. Say!
Do you s'pose your ma has scaled those
fish yet?" . ■.;,-/
"I don't know, but I bet she cooks
'em all right. Once my ma was! sick
and we had a hired girl, and we purt*
nigh starved to death! Pa could • beat
her cookin' hisself. I heard him tell
ma so. .But you just wait till you taste
my ma's cookin'!"
, When they drove out into the smooth
road along the.west side of the section,
Billy handed Tommy Haskins the lines,
and said:
t handed Tommy Haskins the lines,
"Now you drive a bit." Hold a good
tight line, chirrup twice, and I guess
Prince will not need any whip."
Tommy ' Haskins squared , his elbows,
chirruped twice, and the roadster shot
forward. with a suddenness that almost
took the boy's ■ breath. Prince could
do a two-forty cliE, and it was the first
time Tommy Haskins had ever drawn
line over anything. faster than one of
his pa's old farm horses. , The fence
posts, the grazing cattle, the row of
catalpa trees along J the . roadside, all
seemed to be flying in the opposite di
rection. Tommy Haskins drew harder
still upon the lines, his feet well
braced against the foot rail, but the
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by napoleon at Waterloo
TIE famous cocked hat worn by Na
poleon at Waterloo was the subject of
sharp discussion last Thursday at the
Institute of France. The late painter. J.
L. Gerome. had bequeathed the historic
relic to <he institute to be preserved in
the Conde museum at Chantilly. This
legacy excited the Indignation of several
members of the Insltute. including: Messrs.
Mezieres, Gruyer and Leopold de Lisle,
who petitioned that august body to re
fuse the beqaest. alleging that, as the
Chantilly inr.^eum was a monument co»i
-raetßetuUng the glory of the great Conde
it would be highly unbecoming to place
in it the headdress of the mar. who in
lIBM had ordered the Due d'Enghien.
great-grandson of the Prince of Conde,
victor of Rocroy. to be shot. The ques
tion of the cocked hat became a burning
issue, and. in accordance with the petition,
an extraordinary plenary session was held.
and after a vigorous debate among the
members of the five academics it was de
cided by a vote of forty-two to twenty
tight to accept the legacy. Consequently,
the huge black felt tri-colored Napoleonic
hat, measuring nearly a yard in width,
will shortly be placed at Chantilly in a
glass case beside the flag of Rocroy.
This exciting historical discussion has
elicited interesting revelations concerning
Napoleons hats and uniforms. It appears
that of the 150 hats that belonged to the
great emperor there arc only seven now
known to b*» in existence. By his will.
dated April 15. 1821. Napoleon left to his
son. the Due de Reichstadt. all hia wear
ing apparel and equipments, including
jewels, hats, swords, saddles, uniforms,
boots, spurs, camp bedsteads, etc. In the
lot marked by the emperor "C"—"inven
tory of my personal effects that Marchand
will keep and deliver to my son"—were
two cocked hats. Aiter Napoleon's death
the faithful Marchand sought in vain to
be allowed lo see the sequestered Due de
Reich-stadt — 'iAiglon"—«and to hand
over to hint the objects that had belong
ed to his father. The Due de Reichstadt
died without ever seeing the relics be
queathed to him. The objects were then
drvMed among the emperors surviving
brothers and sisters. The hat worn by
the emperor at Waterloo was among the
iot assigned to the ex-Queen Caroline,
wife of Murat. who subsequently gave it
to her secretary. F. B. de Mercey, "a re
ward for long and faithful services." De
Mercey left the hat in his will to his eld
est son. who some thirty years ago sold
it for the sum of 17,000 fanes to the paint
er, J. L. Gerome. The historic hat was
placed by Gerome in a glass case in his
dining room, adjoining hi* studio, at
ilontmartre. whtch was situated nearly
opposite to the Moulin Rouge music hall.
Shortly before the Due d'Aumales death
Gerora* was lunching at the Chateau de
Chantilly. While sipping coffee th« paint
er remarked: "Do you know. raon
seigneur, that a paragraph in my will
hors# only sped on the faster. Tommy
Haskins gave a sideways glance of
alarm at Billy.
"Is he—is he —running off?"
But Billy only laughed, and said:
"Ease up a bit on the lines and see."
Tommy Haskins slackened the lines,
and very soon Prince had slowed down
to a walk. The boy turned to Billy
with delighted eyes, albeit his voice
was trembling just a little.
"When I get to be a man Tm going
to have a trotting horse—just like
They walked Prince the rest of the
way, and when they, came to the strip
of alfalfa along the creek bottom, now
in full bloom and ready for the fiut
cutting. Billy laid his hand on the lines
and stopped the horse. The odor of
the bloom was beginning to rise with
the early falling dew.
"Smells mighty good, don't it? But I
just got a sniff of somethin* a heap
nicer. Don't you smell it, too—ma's
coffee bilin'?"
"When they reached the ranch house
door. Tommy Haskins' ma met them
and started to extend Tommy's com
panion a hearty Kansas greeting, and
to say that supper was already on the
table, when she paused, scrutinised
Billy's face closely, and exclaimed:
"Good land alive! If It isn't Billy
McGuire! Pal pa! Come here this
rninut'. Here's Billy McGuire that I
used to go to school with back in In
diana, long before I ever saw you! My
memory's better'n yours, Billy McGuire!
You don't know me? Don't you recol
lect the girl that used to hold you with
one hand and wash your face in a
snowbank with the other? Well, I'm
Then Billy replied, while the sound
of his boy name, spoken in an oldtim*
voice, ran through his veins like wine:
"Molly Briggs, sure as I live! I thought
this morning that I had seen those
eyes of Tommy's somewhere before!"
Tommy's pa came forward, smiling,
and shook hands cordially with Billy
McGuire. and asked him if he had just
come out to Kansas.
"Why, no!" said Billy. "I've lived at
the county seat for the last ten years."
"Well," put in Tommy's ma, "we've
been out here a dozen years this spring,
and the last six of 'em right here ou
Walnut crick. How on earth does It
happen that we've never heard tell of
you?" Then a flash of intelligence lit
up her face. "It can't be—yes, it is so,
too. Pa, I'll declare if you didn't vote
for Billy last fall! Don't you remem
ber—'For Representative, W. H. Mc-
Guire 7 I noticed the name at the
time, but I never thought once of it'a
bein* Billy:"
After supper they insisted that Billy
had to stay all night. But Billy de
clared that he was compelled to take
the morning train for Topeka to look
after a case he had in the supreme
court. So they did the next best thing,
and made the most of an old-fashioned
evening visit that lasted until the
hands on the bigr, old-fashioned clock
pointed alarmingly to the XII. on its
Tommy Haskins sat wide-eyed all
evening listening to the talk about the
Smiths and Wigginses, and the Dilling
becks, and about the church festivals
at the chapel, where, town, against
country boys, a cake was voted to the
prettiest girl. And the country girl
was the winner. And of all things!
Her name was—Molly Briggs! And
then and there Tommy Haskins resolv
ed that, when he went back with his
ma to visit at gran'pa's next fall, he
would see at least two places. He.
would see "Wesley chapel, where hla
ma had been voted "the prettiest girl:"
then he would have her show him the
identical spot where she had washed
Billy's face in the snowbank.
When Billy had at last said goodby
at the front gate, and had promised to
come back next Sunday week and stay
all day, the moon was riding high in
the sky, and the smooth road was al
most as light as day. At the cross
road he turned to look back, and saw
them slowly walking toward the house.
Tommy Haskins and his ma and hia
pa, hand In hand.
As he faced about and drew the lines
with a firmer grip, his thoughts fell
into rhythm with the rhythm of hla
horse's clattering feet, and both seem
ed to say over and over:
"Billy McGuire —is found—is found!"
concerns you?" "Indeed." exclaimed the
Due d'Aumale. "l"es." replied Gerome. "I
have left to the Conde museum the hat
worn by Napoleon at Waterloo." The Duo
d'Aumale manifested some astonishment,
and asked Gerome to tell him how the
"Interesting relic" came Into his posses
sion. No further mention was made of
the hat until Gerorae's will was probated,
when the matter was eagerly discussed,
and it has at last been decided to place
the famous black felt headdress In the
central room of the museum beside the
flag of Rocroy.
The seven authentic Napoleonic hats
now in existence are all of different di
mensions. Prince Victor Napoleon. Princ*
Louis Napoleon and the Empress Eu
genic each have one. A fourth is owned
by Armand Dumarescq, a Parisian paint
er. ' Another figures in lime. Tussaud's
museum in London beside the guillotine
which served to decapitate Louis XVI.
and Marie Antoinette. The sixth hat of
Napoleon was once the property of Meis
sonier, the military painter, and, after
having served as the model in all of that
artist's pictures of»the emperor, was given
by Charles Meissonier, the painter's son,
to the Museum of the Army at the In
valides. where Napoleon was buried. The
seventh hat of Napoleon is that which he
wore at Waterloo, and which is now go
ing to the Conde museum at Chantilly, the
magnificent castle and domain left by the
late Due d'Aumale, lineal descendant -of
Conde, to the Institute of France as a na
tional monument to commemorate his il
lustrious ancestor.
It Is interesting to note that the legend
of the "petit chapeau" still exists.
Frenchmen always refer to the headgear
of the First Napoleon as "the little hat."
This is because the hats worn by Bona
parte at Toulon, at Lodi, in Egypt, dur
ing the famous eighteenth Brumaire. an*
at Marengo were all quite small. When
the emperor became stouter he ordered
his hatter to widen the brims of hU head
dress so as to be more becoming. A3 he
became fat and "potbellied," and as hia
face became bigger and bigger, his bats
became broader and broader. For in
stance, the hat of Waterloo is thrice the
size of the hat of Austerlitz. These facts
are recorded in the inventories ol the
emperor's hatters, Potipard et Cie., whe
had their shop near the law courts, and
which were recently discovered by M.
Germain Bapst. the Parisian antiquarian.
Napoleon, although careful of hia per
sonal appearance, had a terrible habit of
soiling his waistcoat with snuff, which he
carried loose in the left hand pocket,
thereby doing away with the inconven
ience of carrying a. snuffbox. It appears
that the emperor bad also a slovenly trick
of wiping the Ink from bis fingers on his
The bate, : however,';! were i free ' from ' cuch '
accidents, and :ha i prided t himself ton the
graceful way .' In ■ which 5 be 1 wore them.

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