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THE ROCK ISLAND ARGUS. THURSDAY. JUNE 5, 1013.
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THE ARGUS.
Published ny - 124 Second
u. Rock iahus. lit (Entered at the
poatoffloe an saeoad-class matter. )
Bck talsad Kmlr mt the A Usfd
BY THE J. W. POTTER Ca
TER3I3 Ten centi per week, by car
rier, la Rock Island.
Complaint of delivery service should
V saad to tbo circulation department.
Which caovld also be notified in every
tnataac where It It desired to hava
rPr discontinued, as carriers hava ao
authority In tt premises.
An eoicmunlcatloiii of argumentative
character, political rr religious, must
nave teal nam attacked for publics
Hion. No sar.b articies will be printed
rir ortlUoes slriturea.
I Telephones In all departments: Cet
'trl Vnlon. West 145. lli and 1145.
Thursday, June 5, 1913.
SO LONG, BILL II
i The Cincinnati man wno nas olterea
!$1,000 for a euro for snoring should
;turn over.
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5 An authoritative definition of what
constitutes legit in:ato lobbying seems
mow to be in order.
j Thinking It over, was any man
;ever known to pet drunk or at least
-to swear to it, if he did?
i
Within the past year $13,000 new
'books were published in the I'nited
States, scarcely one of which will be
remembered another year.
Colonel Roosevplt'6 confession that
lie drank an occasional julep with
imint from the White house bed ought
5o soften the hardest heart in Louis--ville.
'
' Chicago with two sets of grand
'juries, two special prosecutors and
jwo judges at odds ever the electicn
Ifraud case, the ensemble should car
. jy the whole matter to the supreme
court of horse sense.
Of course, when we refer to the
June brides, It is always w-ell to re
member that there are also June
bridegrooms. They don't amount to
much, b;:t they are quite indispen
sable. And bavin? thug called atten
tion to this important matter, the
Vida'. procession can proceed.
!
CAPTAIN WHITNEY.
J Captain A. J. Whitney, one of the
tild time steamboat men on ths Mis-
tlsslppl and contributory streams, has
rosfcd "the river cf life that flows
fcy the Jasper sea" into the unknown
fcountry.
The captain was a typical steam
boat man of those other dsys. He had
jewned and commanded Beets of his
town. A familiar boat on the upper
flsslseippi bears his name. He was
known from the source to the mouth
jef the sreat father of waters and
klesplte his brusque exterior there
jbeat within a stout end kindly heart.
! For many years he had been In
port, his health failing, ca'.mly await
Hig the signal from the Great Captain.
) PIETY AND II. I It.
j The crudest blow that has ever
jeen struck at the front row of the
taudevtlle is contained in the follow
ing letter to a New York paper;
4 "Worry causes uric acid in the sys
tem, which acts upon the roots of
the hair, said uric acid bring formed
frlncipally around the brain tissue
when one is depressed or worried.
Complacent individuals and those with
unruffled spirits always have plenty
of hair. Also all who have and al
ways have had deep religious convic
tions. ... I would hazard the state
ment that 99 per cent of the sincere
religious leaders have full heads of
hair, and I have never seen an old
religious missionary who was bald."
In the came of all the bald headed
ministers of religion, and all the ex
emplary bald heads of families whose
gravestones "testify that they were in
dulgent husbands and fond fathers,
the Philadelphia Record protests
against this confusion of hair and
halos, this notion that a man is drawn
to heaven by capillary attraction, and
that sin denudes the skull of its
natural protection.
It was to one of the greatest of the
Hebrew prophets that 42 bad little
children shouted derisively, "Go up,
thou bald head! Go up, thou bald
head!" Is Elisha to- be branded as
miscreant, whose worry and lack of
faith In Divine Providence distilled
uric acid around the roots of his hair?
There have been times when the
saints wore hair shirts, but we should
like to know when it was ever record
ed that they wore more hair on their
heads than sinners. Did not Elisha
have "deep religious convictions that
we are only responsible for our own
motives and acts, w hile the result lies
In the hands of a supreme being, and
that whatever the result, it is sure to
be the best that can happen to us, and
tlat In tha vast eternity that lies be-
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Iyond we will fully understand
now we cannot comphehend?
ihat
Elisha is not to be brushed aside.
as a mere exception to a nearly uni
versal rule. Did anybody ever have
finer head of hair than Absalom,
the unfiMal son, the insurgent sub
ject? Who will look at Elisha and
Absalom and pretend that luxuriant
locks are a proof of piety?
Nay, we may go beyond individual
instances to general propositions. In
Leviticus xiL 40, it is stated explic
itly: And the man whose hair is fallen
off his head, he is bald; yet is he
clean."
Here is an authoritative definition
of baldness and a clear demarcation
between baldness and fcadness. Ac
cording to holy writ the man whose
hair is fallen from his head is bald,
but "yet is he clean."
The bald headed man needs no bet
ter vindication than that, but the
Christian church has always sustained
the law of Moses in this respect, and
the pictures of its holy men show
many of them to have been bald.
Now comes the Quincy Herald to
earnestly repudiate the pernicious no
tion that hyacinthine locks are evi
dences of a profound religious faith.
ELUSIVE LOBBYISTS.
The first day's senate committee in
vestigation to discover the lobbyists
infesting Washington resulted in the
unearthing of one tone suspect, a man
named McMurray. The second day's
testimony was more productive, but
the lobby remains well concealed.
It will be remembered that Presi
dent Wilson declared a few days ago
that a brick could not be thrown in
Washington in any direction without
hitting a lobbyist. What has become
of them?
Terhaps the senate committee did
n't throw a brick. If so, it is no won
der none was discovered. For lobby
ists don't wear labels, but dress like
ordinary business men, and conceal
their identity by professing to be en
gaged fn oie kind or another of very
innocent occupations.
It isn't expected that senators and
representatives shall b ncquainteu
wun lODDyists. mat would be a
grievous mistake. A member may
kno-t Mr. Jones, a respectable constit
uent, who is at the federal capitol at
tending to business in the supreme
court He may have met and talked
with Jones at one of the hotels, and
incidentally sugar, wool or steel may
have been mentioned. But Mr. J. i3
not a lobbyist. Neither are Mr. Smith,
Mr. Brown, Mr. Johnson all are re
spectable attorneys or ex-congressmen,
or neighbors attending to some
more or less important personal busi-
ness in Washington. Of course, these, of Washington in municipal govern
are not lobbyists! No senator would ment tnat there is no comparison. -
suspect Jones or Smith or Brown or
Johnson of being interested in sugar,
wool, steel or any other tariff pro
tected industry, and w hatever remarks
may have been made with one or all
of them on these subjects were mere
ly friendly opinions, giving their per
sonal reasons for not favoring putting
these on the free list.
It would be ungracious to call them
lobbyists.
And yet, if the truth was known,
Jones, Smith, Brown and Johnson are
employed lobbyists, working skillfully
to warp the mind of their friend. Sen
ator So-and-so.
The lobbyists are an elusive gentry.
Looking from the direction of the
White house they can be 6een in
droves; but by the time a fast taxi
cab can take one around to the capi
tol side of the city, they have all dis
appeared, or have disguised them-
selves so as to be unrecognizable to
senatcrs and representatives.
There are those who doubt the abil-1
ity, not the desire, of senators to di3 -
cover lobbyists In any great number,
cither hovering around the hotels or
in the capitol corridors. They are
built so as to elude discovery when
,,ucu. .acu iuej CdU-
not be found
T I -. . . 3 .1 , . t
ni.n.
iiiui a uiick iiiruwn m any uireciion
is sure to hit one.
There is no doubt that President
Wilson spoke by the book in his de-
claration. There was no serious exag
geration in hU statement that a brick
could not be thrown iii any direction
in Washington without hitting a lobby
ist. And there is no doubt that the
senate committee on its first day's in
vestigation could fed only one little
lobbyist.
lobbyists are so elusive! Like the
Juggler's trick of "now you see it, and
now you don't see it," the lobbyist's
appearance is a trick in magic that
only experts can perform.
WIRE SPARKS.
Llnecln, Neb. The federal court in
Omaha has refused to grant a tem
porary injunction sought by the West
ern Union Telegraph company against
the operation of the Stebbin bill, pass
ed by the last legislature, fixing a
maximum charge of 25 cents for a
ten-word message.
Peoria Seven Industrial Workers
of the World, who went on a "hunger
strike" in the city jail here and broke
up the dishes which were given them,
were fined $200 and costs by a jury in
the city police ccurt and sent to the
workhouse for six months each. They
hare abandoned the hunger strike.
Los Angeles Official returns from
all but eight precincts yesterday con
firmed the election cf Police Judge H.
P. Rose, independent, as mayor of the
city over City Attorney John W.
Shenk. municipal conference candi
date, by a majority of over 7,000. His
election marks the overthrow of the
reform organisation.
Eau Claire Wis. Fancying she
beard her pet dog whining as if in dis
tress Miss Vera Brooks, prominent fa
local society, arose from her bed and
taking a kerosene lamp went to In
vestigate. As she reached out to un
latch the door the lamp slipped from
her hand, exploding when it struck
The Genial Cynic
EY CHABLES GRANT MTT.T.Bft
A "TWO-SPOT"
"Postal 1462" is the only name he is known by
among his fellow messenger boys. That doesn't Indi
cate any very marked individuality.
Nevertheless, "1462" has attained to fme that
would add luster to many a proud name. He has
shown that mere "1462" may stand for more real
character than many a conventional name stands for.
"1462" picked up on the street a bank messenger's
wallet containing $40,000 in drafts and so many $100
bills that he didn't have time to count them. He took
it to the bank where It belonged, and the president
gave him a homily on honesty and an order on the
cashier.
"He handed me a lot of fine dope," says 1462, "and
when he gave me the paper I fought It was all to the
good. When I took it to the window a little bloke with
whiskers shoves out a two-spot. What d'you fink of
that for a lemon? Did I take it? Say, I've got more'n
that for fetchin' a curb-broker's rubbers. I Just f rows me chest out an
says: 'I can't do it; I fink you need the money, keep it and go buy your
self a shave.' "
It is easy for some people to forget, if they ever knew, that one who
finds $47,000, with $7,000 of it in currency, and promptly returns it to the
owner, is apt to have some fine feeling. Such honesty is not for sale or rent.
CAPITAL COMMENT
BY CLYDE H. TAVENNER.
CONGRESSMAN FROM THE FOUR
TEENTH DISTRICT.
(Spoelal Correspondence of The Argus.)
Washington, D. C, June 3 Wash
ington is the wealthiest city in the
United States it
is also the worst,
governed.The per
capita wealth of
the citizens
Washing ton
about $3,000,
of
is
in
spite of the fact
that a full one
third of the popu
lation is negroes,
most of them
wretchedly poor.
Even New York,
with its horde of
millionaires, has a
per capita wealth i
of only $2,000.
Washington's per
capita wealth is
from three to five
times that of the
smaller industrial
cities of the mid
dle west.
Yet these same
CLYDE a
TAVENNER .
industrial cities are so far in advance
I do not charge graft or inefficiency
against Washington's municipal insti
tutions. Simply, the city government
is further removed from a sense of
the real needs of the real population
which in Washington's case is gov
ernment clerks and laborers, strug
gling with a terrible problem of earn
ing a bare living than that of any
other American city.
Let a recent illustration serve to
prove the truth of this observation.
Some time ago there was created
for Washington a public utilities com
mission. Great things were predicted
for this body. There seemed to be
a fertile field for it.
Telephone and electric light rates
are sky high. Each year the gas com
pany asphyxiates a score or so of
citizens, . but nothing is evar done
about it. Washington has that city
j curse, the double street car system
j two traction corporations which re-
fuse to exchange transfers and run
; their cars at all hours of the day
1 just often enough to insure plenty of
j profitable straphangers,
So lhe public utllitiea commission,
with a good deal of ponaerous lmport.
rnce took ho!d of thina AA .,fh
all of Washington's crying needs con-
fronting it shades of Tom L. John-
son. Mayor Pingree and other munici-
nal n'onrprs what -ac tho fli-ot ,cf.
j erendum which this enlightened body
f,r-h-if.rt '
tackled
It ordered an investigation of taxi
cab rates!
The average citizen of Washington
rides in a taxicab about once in a
lifetime; and yet the rate charged for
this ride seemed the burning question
of the hour to the public utilities com
mission. To anyone who knows the
burdens which are put upon the poor
of Washington by the other public
utility corporations, the thing passes
the outrageous point it simply be
comes laughable.
But this is only a sample of the when that day comes I fancy the pub
way things go in Washington. There j lie utilities commission wtil find some
s no public spirit The people are thing more vital to investigate than
submissive to all slights and insults. taxicab rates.
THE COLONEL'S
(Dubuque Telegraph-Herald.)
Colonel Roosevelt got a verdict but
H is in the record by the admission
of the colonel's witnesses that he has
a wine cellar in his home.
The "Roosevelt wine cellar" will
have just as important bearing on the
political future of Theodore Roosevelt
as did the "Fairbanks cocktail" on the
political fortunes of the former vice
president
the floor. Her clothes became ignit
ed and she was fatally burned.
Council Bluffs, Iowa A warrant was
issued in justice court here for War
ren E. CottrelL former general secre
tary of the Young Men's Christian as
sociation of Council Bluffs, charging
him with attempting to burn the Y.
M. C. A. building here.
Henderson, Ky. A reign of terror
is threatened by "night riders" against
the tobacco growers of this district
During the last week almost nightly
there have been minor depredations
FOR HONESTY.
For they have no votes in their own
government The municipal govern
ment is prescribed for them ready
made by congress.
The people have no votes. Conse
quently, influence at the capitol Is
what counts. This influence has in
the past been swung by the million
aire population of Washington the
real estate and banking ring, the rich
merchants, and the millionaire owners
of the insolent public service cor
porations. The newspapers are servile to this
ruling group. No Washington journal
ever raises its voice against any of
the glaring abuses to which the pop
ulation is subjected. Oh, yes, the
newspapers carry on their "crusades,"
but they confine them to safe sub-
iects. If it's a swat-the-flv campaign.
or cleaning-up day, or tag day for
the boy scouts, the Washington news
papers take it up with great enthus
iasm. But they never say anything
about 5-cent fares, or universal trans
fers, or a poisoned gas supply, or ex
tortionate rents.
The millionaires aren'i even grate
ful for this submisslveness. Recent
ly a society undertook a "whirlwind
campaign" to raise $300,000 to en
large a hospital to which poor acci
dent victims are taken.1 A large clock
was placed on a public corner, and
it was announced that the big hand
must swing around to the $30,000
mark in two weeks.
The campaign "fell down." Any
other city with a spark of gumption
would have raised the money once it
had undertaken the task. But in Wash
ington the millionaires contributed
their pitiful $100 apiece, and at the ex
piration of the two weeks the hand
of the clock stood only at $125,000.
Slumming has recently become a
fashionable hysteria in Washington.
The cleaning up of the slums is an
excellent enterprise, but it must be
followed up with the providing of
places for the poor to go to after
they have been driven from their quar
ters in the alleys. That the alley
population will be driven to districts
where rents are higher is little con
cern to the city beautiti?rs. The work
ing system of the slumming parties
is typically Washingtonlan. Not one
word has been said about the fact that
the poor of Washington are charged
higher rates of rent than are collected
from the inhabitants of any other
slum districts of the United States.
Washwomen, many of them widows,
supporting families of children, are
mulcted $15 per month rent by Wash
ington landlords. Moreover, the poor
of Washington are subjected to a
rental extortion which for refined
cruelty has no counterpart in America
that I know of. In many slum houses,
if the rent is not paid by the fifth
day of the month, it goes up a cer
tain percentage. The rent oi a $15
house is $17.50 after the fifth of the
month.
Of course, nothing is said about
rents by the 6lumming parties. f-Tot
in Washington. The whole idea isto
make a beautiful city. And Wash
ington is beautiful beautiful as a
tomb enclosing a dead public spirit
Some day congress is going to en
franchise the citinens of Washington
i auu Ktve uiein HPir rnvprnmonr a nri
CUNNING GONE
j The colonel may feel that a Judg
i ment in his favor is a vindication, but
it is only technically that If he read
j aright the temper of the "drys" he
would know that one drink is Just as
! abhorrent to them as a dozen too
j many.
, The colonel's cunning clearly is
j gone, or he never would have started
iw-hat is now, apparently finished, far
j from being ended.
cy organized bands, and threatening
communications from the "riders"
have been received by William Elliott,
president of the Stemming District
Tobacco association, and Leigh Har
ris,. editor of the Henderson- Daily
Journal.
Weary of Strike; Hangs Himself.
LaCrocse, Wis., June 5. Weary of
a strike on whick he has been out for
three months, but fearing the odium
of deserting his fellow unionists and
returning to work. Joseph Chuta, sin
gle, a union cooper, hanged himself at
his lather's house here.
cacies
iSaT :
finance
Finance is something that appears
To be away beyond my ken:
I've studied it for years and years.
In common with my fellow men;
But there are things about it which
Are deeply mystifying' yet:
How is it that some men are rich
And at the same time far In debtf
My place in life Is rather low.
And I may never cease to strive;
I'm poor, although I do not owe
A cent to any man alive;
The luxuries that come to me
Are very few and very small:
Things may be as they ought to be.
But I can t understand at all.
They say that old man Billingswortb
Owes money almost everywhere;
His people travel o'er the earth;
And never seem to have a care;
With eighty thousand dollars less
Than nothing he Is living high.
And looks with splendid haughtiness
Down on such humble ones as I.
He has a long, low, rakish car
In which he proudly rides about;
He smokes a large and good cigar.
And always has his chest pushed out;
The house in which he dwells is grand.
His wife wears gems that cost a pile;
His son has never turned a hand.
His daughters dress in queenly stylo.
He does not labor day by day.
As I and those around me do;
He's very deep In debt, they say.
And always sinking deeper, too:
Yet, worse than merely penniless.
He shines where I would hava no
chance;
The simple truth must be, I guess.
That I can't understand finance.
A Tiresome Job. '
"Well, this is the first time you've
been back to the old town for several
years, ain?t it?"
"Yes, this is my first visit here since
1907."
"What you doin' up to the city
now?"
"I am in the railroad business.'
"Railroadin", eh? Brakia' or con
ductor?" "No, I am in the office of one of the
trunk lines."
"Oh, I see. Gosh, don't you git
purty tired sometimes handlln' all
them trunks that come into a large
city?"
On the Branch Line.
"Father, why do
they call this an
a c c o m m odatlon
train?"
"Because It ac
commodates every
cow that gets on
the track by stop
ping until she is
ready to get off."
The Bright Side..
. "I can't understand how you ever
were able to bring yourself to marry
a man who was raised in an orphan
asylum. Why, your children never can
know who their grandparents were."
"I know, but there is a bright side
to it He will not be wanting to do
something for his fotks every time
we give assistance to any of the mem
bers of my family."
She and Revenge.
"Do you know," he said, "that ev
ery time I look at you I have thought
of revenge?"
"Why?" she gasped.
"Becauee," he answered, "revenge la
sweet."
Then she told him she thought to
morrow would be as good a time as
any to eee papa.
Her Preference.
"I would rather be right than pres
ident of this club," exclaimed the
long, lean lady with the bearded mole.
"Yes," snapped one of the sisters
behind her, "and I guess you'd a good
deal rather be married than either."
After which the question before the
house was lost in the general confu
sion. As te Mills.
"The mills of the gods grind slowly,
you know."
"Yes. The divorce mill It not one
c the mills of the gods."
A Girls' School.
"W bare R00 glrla at our school, and
todaj we vote to decide wbu la tb
prettest clrL"
-Oomt many TOtea doee It take to
elect r
The decision usually goes to any
girl wbccan get twu Totes." Kansas
JOU
iivrn
The Daily Story
The Man Who Felt-By P. A. Mitchel.
Copyrighted. 191 S. by Associate! Literary Bureau.
I have never been among mountains
without experiencing a sense of the
vastness of Inorganic things. And we
can never contemplate this material
Immensity without making a step on
ward, realizing the wider scope of the
spiritual. To us living beings soul
must always be placed far above mat
ter. Why then should a man. superior
to these senseless though awe Inspir
ing mountains, die among them and
pass Into oblivion while they go on for
ages?
The consensus of opinion has al
ways been that be does not The be
lief that he mingles In the affairs of
beings still In the body has as a su
perstitionlargely died out, but scien
tific Investigation has taken its place,
and research goes on In the supernat
ural as well as in the natural, though
there Is probably no dividing line be
tween the two.
The Alps are my favorite mountains,
though I do not consider them su
perior to the Canadian Rockies. But '
the former are in the center of a civ
ilized continent while the latter are
still solitary and not so easily reached.
Mountain climbing has always been a
passion with me, and in the Alps one
finds every facility for the purpose.
Before I was twenty I had stood on
the summit of the Jnngfrau and a
year later made the ascent of the Mat
terhorn. My favorite Alpine region was that
about Mont Blanc, which I climbed
several times and always with the
same guide. Otto Marx, though ascents
are not usually made without two
guides. Marx, though possessing the
wiry, close knit build of the typical
mountain guide, had a spiritual coun
tenance. He climbed' mountains not
so much from a love of encountering
their dangers as for the contempla
tion of the splendid scenes to be found
among them. He as a silent man.
not easily drawn out but It is my I
fancy to dive into the Inner depths of
such persons because I expect to find
there treasures not to be found among
the more garrulous. So whenever
while climbing we reached a conven
ient spot for resting and looking out
upon the broad expanse of mountains
and valleys and cliffs, peaks here and
there exteudlng far above the clouds,
1 would begin my pumping.
He told me that he was born among
the mountains and he could not be
lieve that be would ever leave them.
"All things must have a beginning,"
be said. "My beginning Is in my
body. I can only propel myself on
my legs, helping myself up steep
heights, at times helping with my
hands. I When I die I shall be free
from such contemptible methods.
Though we sometimes retrograde. In
the main we progress. Man first could
only walk on bis legs; then be made
an animal carry him. nud now be goes
rapidly by steam. When be dies he
makes a much greater advance than
from the flesh to the iron horse. Once
I have cast off the body I shall not
be subject to gravity. I shall pass
over this broad valley to yonder moun
tain by some such means as the elec
tric current I cannot conceive of the
mechanism by which I shall move
any more than half a century ago one
could conceive of talking to another
hundreds of miles away by means of
a telephone or of flying among the
clouds in an aeroplane. Do you sup
pose man can make such progress as
this, clogged with the body, to ac
complish nothing at nil when freed
from it?"
I Sitting there, looking out upon the
terrestrial grandeur, I was deeply im
pressed with his reasoning. I did not
stop to inquire whether or not it was
logical, and it does not nppear to me
now to matter whether it was logical
or whether It violated every logical
principle. There ere deductions that
only appear to us through the feelings,
and this feeling that we shall live
again after our present life is perhaps
the most important of all such deduc
tions. Many were the talks in this vein 1
had with Otto Marx while we were
resting above the clouds. When we
had descended into the valley be would
be again shut up like an oyster. Some
times when we were alone together In
Chamounix I would endeavor to get
htm to converse on these subjects, but
never once succeeded. Sometimes I
fancied that he saw these sights of
what be would be In the future only
from a great height and when Inspired
by the peaks. And yet this did not de
stroy his faith In them.
The last climb Otto and I made to
gether' we started, one morning from
Chamounix to ascend the mountain
and stopped for the night at the Grand
Mulets. the cabin erected for the shel
ter of climbers. We had our supper
before dark and sat looking out over
the succession of mountains and gorges
and the great ice river pouring with
invisible slowness down into the ral.
ley. I tried to Induce Marx to talk,
but failed.
"What Is the mstter with yon. Ottor
I asked.
"Herr," he replied, "I feel some
thing." "What do yon feel?"
"That this trip will be my last op
the mountain."
"Nonsense. Otto! Ton have a fit of
tlues. lour digestion is bad; your lif
er Is out of order."
"No, herr; I shall not go back to the
valley la my body."
Awed by this tone, I was silent All
at once the scene spread out before
me seemed terrible as well as grand.
As soon as darkness fell 1 said I would
turn in. and. wrapping myself in the
blankets. I went to "sleep.
The next morning we started at
dawn and had no trouble whatever on
reaching the summit In tfie after
noon we stopped again for the night at
the Grand Mulets.
"Otto." I said, "yon gavtime the
dumps last evening talking about your
noj getting back to the. valley. . Jou
see that "your forebodings were with
out foundation."
"We are not yet In the valley, herr."
"But we hare passed over the great
est danger."
He made no reply to this, and I did
not mention the matter again.
The next morning we were descend
ing over a path about a foot wide, on
one side of which was a precipice and
on the other a slide over slanting snow
for hundreds of feet then a gradual
rise. Marx had the lead. Suddenly
the snow gave way under my feet
and I fell on the side of the gradual
decline. Marx, seeing that the only
way to keep us both from going down
the decline, threw himself on the other
side, the side of the precipice. The
rope broke, and I went, sliding with
accelerating rapidity, down the Ice
coated snow. '
During that slide I. thought only of
Marx, who bad gone to his death, for
there was a chance for me and none
for him. Presently I found myself
shooting upward, at first as rapidly as
I had been shooting downward. I
went slower and slower until my
momentum censed altogether. Then,
there being nothing to bold on to, I be
gan to descend again. But this time
the Incline was not so steep, and when
I reached the bottom I waa able to
stop myself.
I made my way down the mountain
as best I could. Fortunately the path
by which we had been descending
crossed the depression in which I
found myself a few hundred yards be
low, and, having once struck It I
found no difficulty in reaching the vil
lage. I kept my part of the rope to
show that it had been broken as proof
that I had not saved myself at my
guide's expense.
The tragedy ended my climbing ca
reer for years. Indeed, it did not seem
to me that I would ever wish to ascend
a mountain again. It was not the dan
ger to be encountered, but the death of
Otto Marx, who had lost his life In
my behalf.
Ten years passed, during which I
devoted myself to mercantile pursuits.
Then I decided to take a rest in a trip
to Europe. It was summer, and
Switzerland Is the camping ground for
tourists in that season. I hesitated
about going to the region where I had
received my shock, but finally decided
to go among the Alps, though not
where it had occurred. Instead of
Chamounix I went to Interlaken.
Roundabout Interlaken there Is fine
scenery. There are the Eiger, the
Jungfrau, the Wetterhorn. There are
Lauterbrunnen, Murren and Orlndel
wald. -I stayed awhile In encb of these
places, combating a desire to go to
Chamounix. While at Grlndelwald I
fell In with a party of Americans who
were devoted to climbing. They were
composed of both men and women,
and. though they made no regular
ascents of the larger mountains, they
spent much time far up on their
Bides.
One of tlielr trips was up the Wet
terhorn. and I could not resist a temp
tation to go with them. We had a pnr
ty of six persons, conducted by two
guides, the one in advance and the
other in rear. The dny was fair when
we started, but during the afteruoon
when we were well up on the side of
the mountain it clouded over and be
gan to snow.
A snowstorm on n mountain not only
covers the path, concealing pitfalls, but
since one can't see about him he can
have no idea of direction. Our guides,
who were both young and not over
experienced, lost their heads and show
ed plainly their fear, and they did
not know what to do. It snowed in
cessantly and so thickly that one could
not see a dozen feet from him. We
stopped where' we were, on a ledge,
when It began nud waited. "
We remained there huddled together
for three hours. Some of the women,
who at first hr.d 'not appreciated the
danger as the men did. were becoming
very much frightened. A cold wind
was blowing, and exercise for the pur
pose of keeping warm was impractica
ble. The snow, instead of abating, was
growing thicker. Thinking I might
find a less exposed poslH0"- ' sturted.
walking cautiously, for the purpose. I
bad not proceeded rfir when I beard or
thought I heard a familiar call:
"Herr!"
Was that Otto Mnrx's voice? No.
Otto was dead. I knew that he was
dead. -
"Komt"
At the moment I saw something
through the flakes just dark enough
to distinguish from the snow. It was
vibrating like heated sir. It moved
away from me. I called to the others
to come to me. but when they reached
the place from which I called I had
gone on. but they fcVlowed me.
I In the lead, following the shade,
we proceeded over freshly fallen snow.
I felt no fear as to where I should
place my foot why, I know not We
bad proceeded In this way for a short
distance when we crtnte to a chalet
As soon os I snw it I lost sight of thnt
which bad guided me. In a few mo
ments our party were sheltered and
warmed by cheerful flames on a
hearth.
Juric 5 in American
History.
lS31-"Cncle Tom's Cabin." Harriet
Beeeber Stowe's anti-slavery novel,
began publication as a serial In the
National Era at Washington.
1010 William Sydney Porter (O. Hen
ry), story writer, died; born 1S07.
Brings the Friends.
"A man never knows bow tnacj
friends he has until be experiences
real sorrow."
"Oh. I don't know! Did you ever
tare it known that yon had shot and
brought home a deer?" Detroit Free
Press. . ;

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