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Yñn. Drifter í fias Rer Say. : She round W:d Bulls, Dry Rivers, j S and Chigres in Texas. jj MIíS. DIíIFTER piew confidential Hie other evening:. Some of Drift c 1 frier.tls had called, and the (subject i f his udver. tures in the scutn cauie up. "Of course, it is all right," said Mrs. Drifter, "fcr Drifter to tell about the trials he endured when he was the edi tor of a paper in Texas. I never put in such a time in my life. I expected that IJrifter would come home to me shot full of holes some night. When I was down at his ofiiee reading- the proofs of that cunning little daily paper he got out it used to make my blood ru:i cold to hear those men talk about gun plays ku and eo had made up in .(jmel)oily'a saloon. "Drifter reassured me uy telling me that the crack of a pistol did r.ct al ways mean that somebody hr.dbecn hit, hut you knew what a brave man Drifter is. Xo, ycu don't either. You s.iy you don't l.'cv anything about the time he saved our lives down in Texas? I don't think I ever realized before just how courageous Drifter is. You knew I had not seen a ranch nor a herd of cattle since I arrived in Texas, and I begged Drifter to take me where the real Pan handle cattle could be seen, so he took nie out to the stock yards bvyond Fort V,orth. "Times were very, very hard down there, and the packing house was dosed, and there were no signs of life at the stock yards. We walked around and around the huge inclosure, and I tried to imagine what it must be lika when the herds of Texas steers came in from the Panhandle. We had goncquite a little distance from the high board fence, and were admiring the Kcenery, v hen some cows come strolling along. V.'e stood w atching and admiring them until abr.ut 53 or "3 had passed r.s, when r.U at cr.ee there loomed up before us ati immense Texas bull. His manner vas cliyr-iiic:! r.r.d masterful. He looked tit us, elevated his head, sniffed, and my heart gave a jump. "That was when Drifter and his in born bravery came to the front. It is needless to say that I was frightened. I thought my last moment had come. The fence cf the stock yards i::u : t liav.-; been 00 feet high; at least it lor.l.i d so to me. Drifter afterward ;.id lhat it was net more than 15, but I know that the trees around it were not so high as the fence. He grasped me by the hand and said: " 'Little girl, run for the f?nee. I will stay here and protect you.' "I was brought up in the country, and I know it is the height of foolishness to run from a wild animal, so I flatly rr fused. 'If we are going to die, we will die together, Drifter, said I, 'but tin best thing to do is to back slowly away from that awful bull.' We backed toward the fence, and the bull faced toward us, never taking his eyes off us. 1 know I cculd hear Drifter's heart beat, but it must have been anxkty forme, for he is net afraid of anything. '"Get behind that tree,' he paid, anil his voice mounded as if it was away off somewhere, and I felt as if we were to be separated forever. Reassuringly he said: " 'I will see that he does not touch you.' With- that he took out. his little pocket knife, opened' the blade, which was not over three inches long, and said: 'There'.' with as much defiance in his tone as if he had been behind a stone barricade and, armed with a Martini rifle. Somehow or other we pet to that feiwe at last. It was evi dent that Drifter would net let hk take any chances alone, for he got theie as soon as I did, and if you ever yaw two people clinJb a high fer.ee in the quickest possible space of lime, it. was Mr. and Mrs. Drifter. "We sat. thereon the top of the fence until dusk, and Drifter never let go of the knife. 1 really believe that if the bull ha;l) attacked me Drifter would have stabbed' him with that penknife. In- the evening, after I had mustered up courage enough, we made our way, keeping close by the'fence, until we reached a little hotel connected with the stock yards. Drifter never said a word about the adventure, and you would not have thought he had done anything at all remarkable, but I kr.ow that he saved, my life frorr the wild Texas bull." It took Mrs. Drifter's friinds some time to rise to a proper appreciatioa of the courage displayed by her hus band in that time of danger, and aftr she had fanned herself vigorously, she continued: "You ought to get Drifter to tell you about, the time we went out 1o the lake near Fort Worth. I was just dying for a sight cf a body of water. It did seem to me as if I would dry up there in Tex as unless I could get within sound of the ocean's roar, so Drifter did the best he could. He took me out to a pleas ure resort about fire miles from the city, at a place called) Arlington. The trolley cars ran there, and the com pany made a great fuss over the Arling ton lake. I told Drifter I would be sat isfied if I could spend a few hours in. a sailboat out there. At any rate, I would see a body of water once again in my life. "Well, we had our dinner at the hotel, and I said: "Now, Drifter, let us get right out on that lake as quick as pos sible.' The people in the hotel cilice told us in- what direction to walk to the lake, and we walked. We kept on walk ing, and not a sign of a lake was to .orcen. At last we found our way back to the trolley line, and asked' one of the railroad -men where the Arlington lake was. " 'Oh,' he said, 'I guess they have not turned the water on yet. There isn't -auch of a crrwd. Last Sunday there was a big excursion, then you could hae seen i lie lake lull of water.' "Turn the water on!" I exclaimed. 1 thought they advertised sailboats and ,por.d lilies and all lhat sort of thing?" "'So they do, ma'am,' said the trol ley man, "but you know it's pretty dry country down h-ere, and they can't all'oid xo waste water cn that lake un less there's a crowd. Drifter bristled up and said: 'What we want to know is where the lake is when there is any water.' "The trolley man- was accommodat ing. He walked along with us, took us up what he called a hill, and then pointed out a hole in the ground about lo yards round, and as dry as the hotel perch. Of course, I was amused, but nevertheless disappointed. "'Never mind', said Diifter. 'I will take you for a sail on the Trinity river seine afteri.oon. They are talking now of running a. line ol boats up the Trin ity from Galveston, and it will seem liliei old times to get on a real big ex clusion stc'imer." "For the next week or two Trinity rher navigation v. as thoroughly agi tated in the Texas papers. As roanii I could make out, the principal diffi i ulty teemed to be that they were clear ing the river of snags. I rer.d that snag boat Xo. 1 had accomplished wonders: that snag beat No. 2 had just 'eft Dallas, and I fairly rciclled in the anticipation o i' a trip cn the broad lvs;m cf the Trinity. Then the newspapers began to print coliiim;:: about the iiei1 cf rain, and it vns reported that the snag boat were tied up. owing to the drought. "One day Drifter took me on the train over to the banks cf the Trinity. Sure enough, there was the beat, ail excursion stean.er on a mail scale, to lie sure, but a boat, nevertheless. De lieve ire, there was not two feet or water in the deepest part ct tnat won derful river. One of the Tc-xnc got real mad when Drifter suggested that it would be a good idea to put the boat on trucks, so as to give un excursion up and down the river on wheels, at any rate. " 'You wait until we have rain,' said cue of the Tcxans, 'then you won't poko any fun at Trinity river navigation.' "The rain finally came, and 1 hi re was enough of it to satisfy all Texas. 'Now we will have our boat ride,' said Drifter, a iv J we hurried ever to Er.l as. Alas. Trinity river was then so hig'i that the excursion boat would either have to be. pulled over the bridge or stay at its duck. They couldn't afford to cut u lielc in the bridge, you see, just for an cxci rsion, and the river had risen to the level of the bridge. "At List accounts the Trinity river excursion had been abandoned. Drifter told me that the boat couldn't make much headway on account cf the dust in the riv-r bottom, and I believed him. Why, actually they have to wait for a rainstorm down there before they could have outdoor baptism services, for you sec. it wor.'dn't look very well to have propio lie down in the bed of the river and have water poured over them from a sprinkling pot. "If wc didn't have river excursions or sails oi the lake, there was alwajs something to make it lively during our stay in Texas," continued Mrs. Di ifter. "I wish you could have been down thcr." : when croquet was in season. I went to a croquet p::rty one evening when we first settled in Fort Worth. I enjoyed it very much, but I didn't understand at that time that one ought to wear hip boots or armor in a simple little game like lawn croquet. "The next day I was a sight to behold. 1 hadn't seen any mosquitoes, but it was evident that I had been s?ttl d upon by a swarm. My lower limbs were spotted with the most irritathigand ex asperating mementos of the bites of some insects. I confided my trouble to one of the ladies in the heuse, and she said, f oiiso'ingly: "'Oh, that's nothing. Ycu have been bitten by chigres, that's all.' " 'Chigres, what are they?' I asked. " 'Why, a chigre is a little red bug," she replied, 'the most persistent insect you ever heard of. You get them play ing croquet on that lavn. We have not had ene at our house this season, but they have them over there. You ought to put s.inie salt on the places where you v.-ere bitten. Hub them with salt am! water, and you will get the chigres off. "'Surely they are not on me now,' T said. " 'Yes, they are,' said the lady. 'Chigres bur- themselves under your sk:n. Tf you look closely you can see them. i "By the aid of Drifter's microscope. I ; was able to detect in the center of each iniiamed spot a little bright red insect, something like a spider. When I poked if with the point of a needle it ran with incredible rapidity. It is needless to say I didn't play croquet, on that par- 1 ticular lawn again. Drifter told me that chigres in. Texas were like the chills and fever in Missouri. The na tives didn't mind them. "I found out in time how the natives ! protected themselves against the in roads of the spider-like chigre, naving been invfted to a picnic in the woods, I asked a woman who had lived in Texas a dozen years cr more what to do. I told her I couldn't possibiy survive an other attack of chigres, and Drifter had told me the people who subscribed for his paper would be offended if 1 declined . the invitation to the picnic. R'.-.c tohl me to follow her example, and I would not have to worry about chigres. She said: " 'Whenever I go to a picnic in Texas, I prepare myself for the chigres. Do as I do. In the morning before starting out rub yourself thoroughly from head to foot with a chunk of salt pork. Chigres don't like pork, and they won't light on you. "I did not go tothe picnic," concluded Mrs. Drifter! X. Y. Sun. All the fish deserted the Spithead waters during the naval review on ac count of the number of boats present and the firing of the guns. NIAGARA SOLILOQUIZES. Fcr years uncounted I surged on my way, Ulmmcd rcur.d with rocks and wreathed with pearly spray, My white leeks in a halo made cf mist, My voice ard vigor no man might resist: AH these who braved me were but pass ins breath. My rra? to men, poor moths, meant in stant deaih. Hut now strange miracles have come to 1 ass, Man has put harness cn my limbs, alas! His turbines and his dynamos I turn. And far cv.ay his lights mysterious burn, H!.-. factories hum, his street cars come and go. Driven by my sinews swiftly to and fro. Little thought I to round his ways and curves .Alor.s his system of intricate nerves Of ivsi'iated copper, armored steel. To fa-h in light or turn his shaft and wheel; Obedient to his lightest touch of hand, A willing slave to toil at his command. My voice transferred now makes the busy hum Of swift machines where human toilers cone, Ife.ncls clasped in mine to benefit the race Kath rushing at high-pressure rc-sr pat c T.i serve the world, pive life or light and then r.'r'r.g oilier blessings to the sons of men. Imarlne eld Niagara lassoed thus, To lfrht a lamp cr haul a city bus. To r.'his;itr mildly o'er the telephone, To press a feather, lift .up building stone, A giant made a chore-boy by the folks Who held the reins and make me wear their yekes. But never mind! I still plunge in the deep With mighty anthem and resistless sweep: What matter little tasks I daily do To 1 I'll these pigmies and their projects through? They dare not meet me when my warriors all Flash countless spears and clash them at my call. Yet will I serve them with my surplus strength. Perhaps do tasks unthought of yet, at length: But here within my stronghold I defy And challenge mortals with iny fierce war cry: They dare not brave my heights and deep3 profound I am the monarch, this mv battle-grnund. I. EDGAR JONES. I CONFIDENCES, i : BY CLARENCE ROOK. s : - SYLVIA rose from her seat by the fire as I entered, and gave me her hand ; and from a certain look of conscious ness in her eyes I saw that she knew that I knew "So you're back in town at last?" said S3-lvia. "Have you had tea?" "Xo," I said, "and I will, thank you." Sylvia poured me out a cup. "Xo sugar and very little milk, isn't it ?" she said. "Yes," I said. "I've had an excellent time paddling tip and down the Hi viera in the sunshine. Glad to get back, though." 1 sipped my ten in silence. Sylvia lay back in her chair, her face half-hidden by the fan with which she shielded her . complexion from the fire. "Well?" said Sylvia. "" "Well?"' I said. "Don't you think," saiil Sylvia, "that the occasion requires you to say some thing nice and cousinly. I am sure you've heard " "Yes," I said, "I've heard. Aunt Kinma wrote and told me about, it as soon as well, at least, I suppose it was as soon as l!y the way, when was it?" "When was what?" said Sylvia. "When did it happen? when elid you?" "O, don't be silly, Jim," said Sylvia. And her foot waggled in the old way. 1 have always noticed lhat Sylvia's ex pression lies in her foot. "I suppose," I said, reflectively, stir ring my tea (into which Sylvia had put sugar), "that it did happen. He did propose. Or did you?' "Jiin, you're horrid," said Sylvia. "I'lease may 1 have some bread and butter?" I said. "You can't get bread and butter on the Riviera at least, you don't." Sylvia handed it to me. Her eyes Hashed a pathetic entreaty. "I ought to have said 1 was pleased, oughtn't 1? And that I am sure you will be very happy, as you deserve to lie." "Well, aren't you pleased?" asked Sylvia, looking at me curiously with arched eyebrows. "I thought Edgar was such n friend of jours, and I well, we have always been " "You call him Edgar how curious," I murmured. "Xow I have known him for years and never called him anything but Jones; while you have only know n him how long? A year? Less, I should think. And yet you " "It's not a question of time, at all," said Sylvia, turning her face away from inc. again. "Edgar and I know one an other thoroughly. We have no secrets from each other. You may get to know a person quite as well in two months as in two years if only " "Quite so. Very proper," I replied, wondering vaguely what was Jones' notion of a secret. "Well, but why aren't you pleased?" said Sylvia. "I'm sure you're not and I think it's a little a little unkind of you. Still," and Sylvia settled herself more comfortably in her chair, "of course it doesn't matter much." "Xot much," I replied, putting down my teacup; "nevertheless, you can scarcely expect a man to be overjoyed when he loses his best friend and his best cousin. Can you?" "Loses them!" said Sylvia. "What do you mean?" "I have always noticed," I said, "that I lose more friends by marriage than by death." "But you don't suppose " began Sylvia. i "If my friend is a man," I continued, "his wife dislikes me because I know more cf. her husband than she does " "How absurd!" said Sylvia. "And if ni3' friend is a woman," 1 continued, "her husband is just a shade jealous because he suspects that I have been making love to her." "How silly!" said Sylvia, shifting im patiently in her chair. "The worst of it is." T proceeded, "that they are both right as a rule. In lliis particular case " ",'imi," exclaimed Si, h ia, bringing an expiessive foot down upon the hearth iug, "if you've only come back to be horrid " "I have come back," I said, "for the express purpose of giving Jones away or whatever it is you do for your best lriend when he is married." "That":-, nice of you, Jim," said Sylvia, leaning back- contentedly. '-Then yon are pleared?" "I think Jones is an uncommonly lucky man," I said. Sylvia wrinkled her brows anil looked curiously at me. "If you think Edgar is marrying me for my money, that is not the case." said Sylvia. , "I shouldn't dream of such a thing." I said. "Though, of course, it is lucky lhat I hae money," said Sylvia, "or else we couldn't we should have to wait." "Of course," 1 said, "a regular income is a convenient thing to have. And I don't suppose Jones lias ever made i'MHi in any single year at the bar yet." "l!ut he's clever," said Sylvia, "and he must wait his opportunity." "Yes," I said. "You were surpriseJ, wcre'nt you?" said Sylvia. "Xow confess you were surprised for once." ! "Well, I don't know that I was par 1 iculurly. You see, I was staying up the river with him in August, and I knew there was something up." "O, but you coulJn't have known then," said Sylvia, with a slight laugh. "Of course I didn't absolutely know,"' 1 suid. "And now I come to think of ii, 1 think it was a little mean of Jones and of you, too, Sylvia to keep me in the dark so long. 1 could have done a good deal for you in :ny quiet way, you know brought you together and re tired discreetly round the corner. A little seasonable frankness would have done wonders. As it was " "As it was," said Sylvia, rather stiffly, "Edgar and I were able to manage our own affairs ourselves." i "Still." I saitl, "if it's any consolation to you, I don't mind assuring you that he's frantically in love with you." "Thank you," said Sylvia, "it's pleas- ant to hear it on such excellent au- thority." "Of course I. should have known there was a woman in the case even if he hadn't told me so." "What do you mean?" said Sylvia, v ho seemed to be getting a little bored. I "Well, w hen a man leaves the river to spend his week-ends in town, it's fair ly safe to conclude that there's a wom an in it; and when he tells you so it seems to remove the last vesiige of doubt. I!ut I must confess he quite put me oil the scent. I never dreamt it was you he was after. I fear, Sylvia, you are a sly puss. Why, what on earth's the matter?" Sylvia had turned white and had "risen from her seat. - "What are you talking about?" she asked. "We are talking about Edgar Jones; but ' "Bitf who was the woman? Jim, I insist " ".My dear Sylvia " ".Mr. Joues," said the parlor maid, holding open the door. "Hullo! old fellow back again?" "Yes." I said; "just in time to con gratulate you both and to give you away. Well I must be going two's ' company, you know, eh? Good-by, ; Sylvia." "I shall be dining at the club," said Jones; "shall I see you there?" "I think not," 1 said. I Ueally, I could have done no good by I staying. Black and White. ! Hons lei! Huunil Steak. 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