The argus., May 05, 1900, Image 4

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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.
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I inches thick from the best part of the
I round; prepare it by 1 rimming oil all
the pieces of fat, lay them on one side,
' and put the steak into an earthen dish.
1'ut a quarter of a teaspoonful of pep
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I of olive oil, and fill the cup to the bri?n
with good vinegar. Pour this over the
steak, cover the dish, and let it remain
. two or three hours, turning the steak
; frequently. Put the bits of fat into a
i baking pan, and when the steak has
soaked for the required length of time
drain it and lay it upon the fat in the
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with a little hot milk, add some butter
"and season with salt and pepper, a tea
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Ifaney Goods,
Clothing,
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WHITERIVER, A. T.
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STATIONERY
SCHOOL BOOKS
STOVES, COAL OIL
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GUNS
AMMUNITION
CROCKERY
GLASSWARE
CANDIES
NUTS
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