Pluck And Luck (no. 781) (1913 05 21)

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~ May 21271913 | 5 (ens. The VYoune Rup Vans Wong o 2 A STORY OF ADVENTU ER STORIES By Beraro RM, “Fritz! Fritz! Stop! Stop,” cried Mrs. Van Winkle, as the enraged father seized a cane and commenced raining blows on Rip’s head. “Oud of mine house, you good-for- noddings'” cried the enraged father

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ae 781. aces Weekly—By ¥_Sabsorigtion $2.50 53 . ¥., under March 8, 1979. Entered acco to Act o beg ate of Congress, W. Washington, D. 6 ey Freak Puaree, Publis NEW YORK, MAY 21, 1913 PLUCK AND LUCK Stories of Adventure year. Hntered as Second-Class me pes i rae 10, 1913, at the Post O at New ¥ wis he iorentan db my , in the o ) , 168 cet S34 Bt Mew York, Price 5 Cents. } "A STORY OF a 7% rr ark Wty THE YOUNG RIP VAN WINKLE ADVENTURE | j Oh, must I die?” x By RICHARD R. MONTGOMERY ES ; CHAPTER 1. “Help—help! 7 ig THE PERIL AND RESCUE. ridge of mountains, in the State of Pennsylvania. Away down at the foot of the mountains, nestled among tow- trees, lay the quaint little village of Shadyside. - with the misty haze of the valley. _ Beautitul—beautiful, indeed, was‘the quaint little Dutch "village, with its white cottages seen here and there through | _ the foliage of the trees from where the youth stopped and ‘upon it. No wonder his eyes sparkled as he looked upon the lovely _ seene, He leaned on his gun and looked down into the little ley below, while his faithful dog crouched at his feet. nly his "2 sprang up and showed unmistakable signs log : bristled up and Mets trembled with excitement. “Karl!” commanded the youth, and the faithful dog hed down on the the next; moment he a again. ; _ Por a deer bounded by up the mountainside. : | away in pursuit. g his gun with the quickness that denoted the ex- hunter, the youth fired, and the noble buck sprang in the air, and fell back in a death agony—shot -the heart. “Ab seat is a fine one!” said the youthful hunter, advane- fuse game, ver st “that yoice again—down there, too!” and turn- y fom the prize he had just secured, be et aver} 5 : mountain toward a craggy ravine that had cut al te chain ‘On a lovely October afternoon, some fifty years ago, a stout) _ youth of nineteen years of*age, accompanied by his faithful | } look, and the cry of: dog, might have been seen descending the side of a spur of the! x the lope: Aaring a thousand storms. ar un- Seizing a limb, he leaned far over and looked down, Far below, clinging to a bush that grew in the crevice of the crags, he saw a human being. A white face was turned up toward him with an appealing “Oh, Rip, save me!” and then fainted—falling and lodging across a projecting crag. “Katrina! Good heavens!” gasped the youth, staggering Little back as if stricken a terrible blow between the eyes. But in _ ¥reaths of blue smoke curled lazily above the tree-tops from 4 moment he recovered and again looked over into the awful ) old-fashioned Dutch chimneys, and floated dreamily away | chasm. But only for a moment. He turned away and sprang up the mountainside Itke a | maniac, followed by his faithful Karl. Reaching the carcass of the buck, he drew his knife, seized a leg, drew it over on its back, and by a quick, dexterous stroke cut the skin from neck to taj). “Here, Karl—help if you love me—hold there!” The dog seized the throat and held the carcass in position for him to skin it. Great drops of perspiration stood out like beads on the youth's forehead as he worked with a terrible—almost super human energy. Laying the skin on the ground, he cut it into a round circle by cutting off the legs, neck and tail. Then seizing it with his left hand, he held the knife in his right and ran it around the circle, cutting a continuous ribbon about two inches in — width, which, when all cut, made a length of over sixty feet “Come, Karl!” he almost screamed, seizing the long rope of deer hide, and bounding back toward the chasm. Looking over the side of the yawning abyss, he saw the | white face of the young girl still silent and motion} “Heavens—let her not die—my Katrina!” he groaned, as he sprang back and began fastening one end of the deer pe “% low the maiden. is “Karl—wateh that!" he said, idvink ind'badt on tha badd ad tied around the bush, and then t @ good grip on skin, hhe sprang over the brink the precipice. — — | 7 ohiagebing er toa pein “¥:

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A a — = 3 She had feinted dead away and lodged against a projecting a is crag. The slightest movenient would precipitate her upon the ~ Yocks three hundred feet below. He comprehended the peril at a glanc. _ “Don't wake, Katrina!” he muttered, trying to secure a foot- hoid on the crag. “I know not if you. be dead ar alive—but wait—wait, darling, but a moment!” _ Quickly passing the lower end of the deer skin twice around the Waist of the unconscious girl,!he tied it hard and fast. _ “Saved—saved—my Katrina!” he cried, with delirious joy, < & and the next moment, losing his footing, would have been dastiad to pieces on the rocks, had he not clutched wildly at the deer skin and thus saved himsel!. { Looking up at the towering brink of the chasm, he beheld - his faithfu! Kari looking down at him. “Back, Karl!” he cried. “I am coming up. She is sayed!” _-Then commenced the greatest struggle. As he climbed upward he would frequently slip downward, A rope of grass or hemp would have been better. But one of green. deer hide was the worst o? all for climbing. Up—up he struggled, slipping back now and then, till he was cem- pelled to seize it with his teeth in order to hold the advantage he had gained. ‘Desperate, indeed, was the chance of his reaching the top, ’ but the thought that the life of the young girl on the crag \ below. depended on his reaching the surface of the brink _nerved him to’sti]] more desperate efforts. At last he reached ) the-top, and lay panting on the brink: Faithful Karl barked for joy at his narrow escape, and licked his face to show his/ - appreciation for his young master. _. A‘scre2m again startled him, and springing to his feet, he! _ peered over the brink of ihe chasm, and eaw Katrina dangling gt the end of the deer skin, having recovered consciousness, | Moved and feli cif the crag. The sudden check the rope gave ’ to her fall awakened her thoroughly, and she screamed with all her might. “)“Save nic--save me, Rip Van Winkle!” sI will, Katrina, if this deer skin does not break!” cried ,youth, tugging away with all his strength, pulling her up. It was no éasy task, for-she was no ephemeral creature. She weighed every ounce of 140 pounds, and every pennyweight was @ pound of gold in the eyes of the brave youth, The projecting crags and bushes hindered him not a little. *“Push away from that crag there, Katrina!” he cried, pant- , _ Wa ’ : Sh - Sngly, “end teen you won't get bruised so much—there—up | - fhere'—push off from that bush—hold, I must rest a while— i off, Karl! Now agnin—there now—wait till T tle it around oe - gapling—nowW give me your harid—saved—saved, my is a y of the chasm, the brave youth, exhausted—ovetcome | )) $3 meg Ak ows Mp the ‘sott grats tn ¥ still death-like on ie in. < < mt -a8,,standing over him, she gazed down at her ‘The dog Karl licked his face and barked joyously, If proud of the exploit of bis brave young master. . come! aos and ag the young girl stood on her feet near the "Woh; Wip—Rip, are you dead?” eried the’ gift) in wren bet ins Speak to me—your Katrina! OD! uncertain of his ‘THE YOUNG RIP “VAN sr oo —— = ——— . | ‘, “I will, darling, he will, ri Don’t be frightensd—-I won't let you fall—up— |, that buck, and . WINKLE, took her in his arms and covered her face with ardent kisses did she open her eyes. “Katrina! ” “Rip!” And the youthful lovers were folded to each other's anene! She lai_d her head on his bosom and wept tears of joy, He whom she loved better than all the world beside had saved her life at the risk of his own. “How did it happen, Katrina?” he asked: after a lengthy pause. “I was coming down. the mountain when a deer rushed -by d so close to me that in leaping aside I went over the brink. | Oh, Rip, but for you I would now be down there—dead!” “Yes, darling, and but for that deer you would be there, too!” . “How so, Rip?” “I shot him, and he furnished the rope that drew you up to life and safety again,” he replied, taking out his knife and eutting loose the deer skin that encircled her waist. “Well, he ought to have done so for having frightened me ,” she said, looking at the long strip of hide as it lay on the ground attached to the brush. “But you must have made quick work skinning him, Rip.” . “So I did, Katrina. A deer was never skinned so quickly before. It was my only hope of saying you, darling.” “What would you have done, Rip, had you not killed that deer?” “Killed Karl, there, and made a‘rope of him!” was the re ply of the young lover. Katrina gave him a sweet smile, for she well knew how dearly he loved his dog. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, mur mguring: “My darling Rip; how I love you!” “And I would die for you, Katrina,” turning her caresses. “They Say you are lazy and good-for-nothing, Rip, but you ‘ are all the world to me,” said Katrina, ag she rested her head vagainst his heart, “Ha—ha—ha!” laughed the young lover, pressing her to his bosom, “I don’t know but they tell the truth, Katrina. f am not fond of work, but I love you, and sageiiins t6 work . ‘murmured he, re 7 ever so hard for you.” “That's what I say to father and moth beliéve me. Oh, if you would on! ry ‘ “Oh, yes, where is it?” © “Up there!” and leading distance, to where Ja: tae. : ed to cut off the tee $ shoulder, he gave her die the ce ie = ‘The sun was sinking. behind - “ther obést'Y of when young Rip Van Winkle and mane the village of Shadyside.’ pall sess ei, loved the gentle malden by B ae) Heir the young. people of, the % t peer ote wag om si

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THE YOUNG RIP VAN WINKLE. 3 ; + Saany ‘gratuitous hints were given old Peter Heinrich by his | worth a dozen cf the pretty sweet little dears of the present neighbors, to the effect that Katrina would literally throw ' day, in that she was practical—useful. __. herself away if she married “that good-for-nothing Rip.” ; She seized a carving knife and cut several large, juicy fee But the sturdy old Dutchman smoked his pipe, drank his slices from the venison ham which Rip had deposited én the _. beer, and gave no thought to the young people. | table, and hurried out into the old-fashioned Dutch kitchen to ts ' Katrina walked proudly by the side of her handsome lover, ; broil them. -_¢arrying his gun and chatting gayly with the young people! “Trink some more schnapps mit me, Rip, und say Katrina 2 who flocked about them as they passed ‘on toward her home.| ish von goot girl, ech?” said old Peter, his heart warming un- The game Rip carried told of his prowess as a hunter. he the genial influences of the schnapps and his love for his - Of that she was proud. pretty daughter. 2 But she was prouder still when, after telling the story of | “Oh, yes,” Rip replied, “it is a pleasure to do either.” his wonderful exploit in rescuing her from a terrible death, / “Yaw—und what you do mit dat teer, eh?” : the youths and maidens of Shadyside praised him as the | “Oh, you can have it. I brought it home fer Katrina.” N bravest and truest of men. Quite a crowd followed them to “Mine gracious, dat meat vill last so long as a veek, eh?” the house of old Peter Heinrich, their interest excited by the “Yes,” said his wife, smiling. - story she had told them. Old Peter Heinrich was very fond of venison, and very—~ On reaching the home of her parents, Katrina rushed into; very close-fisted in money matters. He mentally calculated te house and threw herself weeping on the bosom of her) how long the two venison hams would last his family, and mother. " | Was well pleased with the result. “Mine gracious, Katrina, what is the matter with you?” anx-| Katrina came in, and with rosy cheeks, flashing eyes, and _fously inquired the good dame, on seeing several bruises on | HG Of the sweetest smiles, said: ' op at oy R Pps Ae ae her face, and noticing her very great excitement. “Come, Rip, I know you are hungry. I have broiled a steak “Oh, mother, I thought I would never—never see you for you, and mother and father, too, so come with us.” again!” cried Katrina, weeping from sheer joy. Rip needed no second invitation. The schnapps had given “Why, what in the world is the matter, Katrina?” him an increased appetite. He rose up and followed her into ~“Qh, mother, I have had such a narrow escape! Rip saved | the kitchen, where the maiden’s parents joined them a min- me from a terrible death!” ute or two later. “How nice this bread, coffee and steak is,” said Rip, as he fell to and ate of the good things before him: Katrina was-the happiest maiden in the village at that mo- ment. __ “My child in danger!” gasped the affectionate mother, clasp- Ing her beautiful daughter"closer to her side. “What was it? _. Who did it? Who dares to harm——” J _ “Here is the chap that did it,” sald Rip, advancing into the, “|, ates . ; e had praised her cooking. - — and depositing the two haunches of venison on the | ull etelt nite bb imate. Cm “Who? You?" asked the mother. Yah, dot ish goot,” said old Peter, disposing of the slice s ia ; “W it f sat “*No—the deer,” said Rip, smiling, as be pointed to the x Haga broiled for him. “What you do mit de fore parts, . “I left them on the mountain,” said Rip. “I didn’t care for Ma “Ah,” said old Peter, removing the pipe from his mouth,! any part but the hams.” ee “the deer chased her, und you shot him mit der gun, eh?” “Mine goodness gracious!” exclaimed the astonished old __ Old Peter could never speak pure English Mke his wife and! rarmer, ~what for you do dot, eh? Dot ish so goot as dis, _ _ehildren. He was a native of the old country, while they | poy.» __- were born at the base of the Alleghanies. “Oh, if you want them, I'll go and get them for you,” re- _---*No, father!” exclaimed Katrina, as she saw Rip smile) pjieq Rip, good-naturedly, za without making any explanations. “It was not that way. He) «yo no” cried Katrina, in alarm; “not to-night—not to- _ risked his life to save me,” and then she hurriedly told the night, Rip.” . story of her peril and gallant rescue in a dramatic manner. “Why not? The wolves will get them before morning.” | The father and mother were surprised—dumfounded, “Oh, they have eaten it ere now,” she replied. “Besides, The good dame threw her arms around _Bip’s neck and) you might stumble over into the chasm in the dark.” pee kissed him atedly. “Why, Katrina!” laughed he, “I am one big eye, all over, \ “You pe’s a prave poy, Rip, it yer do pe so lazy as der duy-|7 oan see like an owl in the dark.” vil,” said old Peter, grasping his hand and shaking it heartily. «yay we will go find him,” said old Peter Heinrich, rising a *Trink some schnapps mit me an’ kiss Katrina for luck,| trom the table and preparing to go out. In spite of all she po kts could do, Katrina was forced to see her lover carried of by he “Don't care if I do,” said Rip, smiling; and laying aside bis} her sturdy parent, who was determined to secure the other game bag, be sat down by the little table and jotned the sturdy halt of the slain buck. _ old Dutchman in a glass of schnapps. Rip went with him in the best of spirits, for the old man ; “Oh, I forgot,” exclaimed Katrina, after some ten or fifteeD | was the father of Katrina. That was enough for him to know. ; eee 2h ane. Fir Aer Dado mupwer, net. balew, Be But the maiden sat up until near midnight, at which time they returned with the four quarters of the buck. mind about that, Katrina,” sald Rip, “I'l get some “I know you ere tired,” she whispered in his ear as he I get home. > dropped into a chair, “going back a second time.” f "ald old Peter; “you trinks mit me and eats mit mie “I could do it a dozen times for you, dear,” was the reply : that brought @ happy lght to her eyes and a glow to o| “Yaw, but trink some schnapps,” erged ld Petr, “und

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: ; ba - z, ‘ ‘ nae YOUNG: a, VAN WINKLE. "game and departed, out you go eon der door.” : ; When he returned to his own house the entire family were| Rip had heard his father in such moods before. He only a asleep. It,was the old Dutch custom to “early to bed and | smiled good-naturedly, pulled off his coat and joined the men “Halloo, Rip!” greeted him on every side, for the ieee of even on the darkest night. Kari, his faithful dog companion, . “a his exploit the day before had circulated on every side, gath- : é “always slept in the room with him. farm, whieh lay on the outsiirts of the village. Old Fritz Van Winkle was detained in the village by the — oy You were ‘out late last night, Rip,” said his ‘mother, with- storm. He heard the story in all its facts and fancies from a - a ae look on her motherly face, as he returned to the} qozen different sources; among other things, that Rip bad : ; (tala in his game bag all night. a . “Your father is very,angry with you for not helping the “ands in the field yesterday,” remarked his’ mother, “and he be wih give you a scolding when he sees you.” a __#T eid work a while, mother, but you know I don’t like such ‘work; besides, the matier was not one of such haste.” 2 *But you ought to help do your share of work on the farm, Dy” snid the good dame. “How in the world will you ever father. That bit of information maddened him. He wanted venison as well as Peter Heinrich. ! Growling like a bear he trudged homeward through the rain, which had abated somewhat, reaching his house in a blustering rage. i “Vere ish dot Rip?” he growled, as he laid off his wet coat and put on a dry oue, shoving his round-eyed spectacles e% the top of his head. — __ “He is in the kitchen, cleaning his gun,” replied his wife, who sat before the wide, old-fashioned Dutch tiled fire-place, _ with Kari and the cat at her feet. Just then Rip entered the reom with his gun,‘having fin- ~ ished cleaning it. é “You godot-for-noddings!” cried the irate old farmer, you ho vork mit me! You go shoot mit der gun’ und sif all der Be “T guess I can work enough to live by, mother,” he replied, he gat.down to the table. “See here, I've brought home a @ meal now,” and holding up the six squirrels before ‘her he admired them like an old ee vite age) of shot throngh ‘the head. ‘ioe : te ne: Sa: wre . ~ -& : hans we aor your breakfast. It’s getting cold.” lain——” aan gat down and ate his breakfast in silence, after which “Fritz—Fritz!” cried Rip’s mother, springing up snd /rush- : be | . aft the house and.strolled out on the farm where the men ing to her husband, “what in the world is the matter with ~ you?” | “Madder mit me! Vat ‘is der madder mit him? He vorks : not mit me any more. He dakes his gun, kill der buck deer | und gifs him-to Peter Heinrich und rings von leetle shquirrel + home mit his bag, He stays mit mine house no more. G& out of mine house and——” x “Britz—Fritz—stop—stop! ” awisd Mrs. Yan Winkle, as the enraged father seized a stout cane and commenced a, blow after blow on Rip’s devoted head. -*Oud—oud of mine house, you lazy good-for-nodding!” oak | the enraged father, dealing him a blow seh ee ee eres este oud of mine bahing: you goot--tor-noddings lazy vil- 5 owas in mother}y_ anguish, siete aktd “I will go, father,” said Rip, his eee oe hee 4 BY darken, your door with my presence again.” Ado mit der mischief ond of mine house!” | “Fritz, my husband! Rip, my son, don’t go!” wite and gale csigregin fret sare

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2 ‘Come Karl, faithful friend, we are not wanted here. : eee trctter a0" - . The sentence was drowned in the roar of the storm as he Piseea out of the house where he was born, a homeless wan- wearer, in the land of his birth. CHAPTER IV. A HOMELESS WANDERER. Out in the driving storm young Rip moved away from the _ threshold of the old home like one unconscious of what he "was doing. He seemed dazed and uncertain in his movements save in one thing, and that was in the fact that he must leave the house. Turning neither to the right nor left, he trudged straight forward through the village toward the base of the mountain. Not a single human being did he meet in the streets of the _— village. The driving storm of wind and rain had sent every- ‘body within doors, and every door and window was closed. 7 es "He saw no one and nobody saw him. So he and Karl kept _ “straight on ahead, neither thinking nor caring of where they went. f, _ The cruel words and still more cruel blows of his angry Stes seemed to burn into his very soul. In his remem ft -brance of them the very storm thatyraged and howled around him was forgotten. oe His cheeks were flushed and a fever danced in hig bloga e ‘To stop and think would have produced madness. An irre- _ aistible impulse impelled him onward; and he moved with a _ quick step that ‘would have astonished those who knew him |: = as the slow, good-natured, easy-gooing Rip, who would do any- _ “thing in his power to oblige a friend. ex bas 5 ‘At last he reached the foct of the mountain. He did not stop to look where he was going. He had gone up on the I hy gee cea al Spagna ey ~ other place to go to. = Up—up he ascended in the darkness, Karl close at his heels. 3 Fush of the water down the great chasm in the mountain- _ side was heard above the roar of the storm. He knew every foot of the mountain. He had wandered over it since the days ‘of his childhood. What had he to fear? " guddenly the rain ceased. wind died away and the clouds began to break. was going to clear. — % pi isabdaital “eehughiod” Uidoeyn ‘tis avitiidy: slonds, Apr the browning October leaves glistened in the flitting Eke a0 Sithiy tairy Gianiorids "whtch’ rettiod ‘aewn him whenever he touched a bush in passing. ) ‘young Rip did not pause to examine or admire the scone. ssed on up the mountain till he passed the spot where sd Katrina Helnrich from a terrible death in the’ great| \t any other time he would have stopped and gazed — ‘up the mountain with a pale, weird light. The rain- Hig: disc \shirée for the takd ot the love be: bore bags. ae _ THE YOUNG RIP VAN. WINKLE. 5 - . aS : 8 a a a a = Suddenly Karl ran in front, turned, and facing him, barked furiously. “What is it, Karl?” he asked, speaking for the first time since leaving his father’s house. Karl answered with a very emphatic bark, acting as though he protested against any further progress in that direc- tion, “Why, Karl, what’s the matter with you? There is nothing here that I can see. You surely do not» want to go back home?” ; “Bow-wow!” protested Karl, each particular bristle on his back standing erect as quills on a fretful porcupine. “Is it a bear or wolf, Karl?” Rip asked, after rather a short pause. But Karl looked steadily at his master, and barked again, and very emphatically, too, which Rip knew he would not do were there any game about. In that case he would have turned and faced the game instead of his master. “Sorry you can’t speak plainer, good Karl!” said Rip, “for I really can’t understand you this time,” and with that he started forward again. But, to his amazement, Karl reared up, placed his forepaws against his breast, and whined pite- ously. Rip stopped, and letting the breech of his gun drop to the ground, he leaned on the muzzle of the weapon and gazed with a& puzzled air at the dog. . “What in the name of old Kringle does he mean?” he mut- tered. “I never saw him act that way before. If it was a bear he would growl and show fight—and the same were it a wolf. I don’t know much about this particular spot—never was here but once or twice, and then didn’t stop,” and look- ing around at the huge crags and bowlders so distinctly re- vealed under the clear, pale light of a full moon, he saw noth- ing unusual in the wild solitude of the scene. But the very unusual behavior of the dog made him pause. He sat down on @ bowlder and gazed at the faithful animal, and tried to read the strange actions he had seen. Suddenly Karl sprang forward and backed up between his master’s knees, growling, but evidently in great fear. “Why, Karl, good fellow,” said Rip, “what’s the matter with you? I never saw—— Donder and blitzen.” He looked up and saw a strange object approaching from behind a cluster of crags hitherto deemed inaccessible. He sprang up and glared at the man—for so the object proved to be—and seemed undecided whether to retreat or stand his ground and fire. But he stood still and eyed the man as though suspicious of him. The man approached, and when within some five paces of young Rip, stopped and looked him full in the face. Rip returned his gaze, and saw that he was a hunchback— that his back protruded outward and upward in such a man- ner as_ nos qeetense an unusually odd appearance. ; But this 9 On | ies together by a yt ths hump were two fve-ailon kegs, bald > that passed over it—like a pair of saddle teagan epptmameediieectsacleieey by

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THE young’ RIP VAN WINKLE. é ‘the other?” papa is, having recovered teéth his surprise, spot ~ “What's the matter with your kegs? Is one heavier than “At the sound of bis voice one of the Kegs fell to the sivand.. and rolled forward toward Rip with such force as to send Karl leaping back with a “Ki yi-yil” with one of. his forefeet slightly mashed. “What's the matter now, Karl? Hurt, eh? Why, this keg is heavy, old man.” “ THe strange old man nodded his head and pointed to the keg, and then made a sign of weariness that at once “aroused Rip’ 's sympathies. “Tired, eh? Well, if you don’t live too far away I'll pep "you carry it, if you wish me to.” | ‘The Stranger nodded again, and pointing to the keg, an up the other, and started off toward the wildest-looking part of the crags nearest the great chasm. “Well, come on, Karl,” -he said, shouldering the keg and starting on after the stranger. “Who knows but that we may gome day stand in need of just such a friend. Lead on, old . Kringie—I can keep up with you, I guess. Donder und blitgen, Beacrde what’s the matter with you to-night, anyhow?” _ The dog was acting strangely. AS his young master started off the poor dog uttered a as a aay howl that reverberated far and wide through vasa ‘mountains. Rip wheeled around one looked at the dog. Py e how) The oid. man turned and giared at the PAE lee > ee hat us * . Aime: ghek: Karke rsd Ste; niobping an. wating lah do Relat ace vention, follow me ag you haye always ' If I can go I am sure you can,” and: wAthont snather ipueed Rip turned away to foliow the stranger. ; — followed closely at his heels, the most dolefully solemn- looking dog the world has ever seen. sa There was something thet. was troubling the dog that Rip not understand. ry The hunchback led the way ‘behind @ huge bowlder which ‘the very brink of the chasm, and started down a "rena polar gahaprerechadr oa ces © ve i . : Lenge oi baat alts thaiy 016: teow, You may’ be wi softs. ee angie mma ias 8 8 sri. soe ten pacer i advance, looked bck au i | They Feturmed is gaze, but werd uot a word “wouldn’t it be wise for us to stop, rest a while and tap one of these kegs?” But the old hunchback said not a word. He pressed on, go- ing over and around the crags with the agility of a lad of ten, Rip kept on, looking around him at the wonderful scenery. High above him.iowered the great crags, whilst around and before him lay a beautiful green sward, with caverns near by, trees and sparkling hilis—a scene of surpassing beauty. As he edmired these he saw not the old hunchback making mo- - wad tions and signals with his hands as he progressed. Suddenly he found himself surrounded by at least a score of © quaint-looking old Dutch characters, who gazed upon him with | good-natured, smiling curiosity, but without uttering a single word, He stopped, put down the keg, wiped the perspiration from his brow, and looked around at the strangers. “How do you all do?” he said. “I didn’t know so many people lived on the mountain.” But never a word did they answer him. touishmient, and gazed around for the back. 2 He was gone. He glared fe as- little old hunch- CHAPTER, V. IN THE ROLE OF SILENCE. tered something im an unknown tongue, at which Karl in- rt | stantly hushed and quietly crept to his maniar’s feet and lay. “Young Rip began to feel uncomfortable. He was not used to such receptions among the good people with whom he had come in contact, honest, good-natured salutation of the young” '“Who the deuce are you people, anyway?” he finally asked, turning to an elderly-looking man near by. “My name is Rip Van Winkle, and—oh, you ain't sociable, I see! Well, I'd like — te say good-by to every mother’s son of you and go back home —but I haven’t got any home'now. Karl and i am going to ~ live somewhere in the mountains, ain’t we, Karl?” Karl wagged his tail and rubbed bis head against his mas- ter’s knee, Still the little people did iat siete “Well, if you don’t ask me to take a seat, I'll just sit down jon the ground here and rest a while. I am tired and dry, -| stopping; ” ‘and laying his gun Snth on the green sward, pry ‘| took off his game bag and hung it on the limb of a sapling Del Pe Pe ee ey eee ee a 43 rw Fy sv oe 7 Bir. a PRA RyY Foy Meee RO . t ba : ; a 4 + wae eT re. ae 7 |near him. He then sat down by the side of his gun, leaned — PEST A OR TURAN: SERENE AE ChaveneT, pean ‘who stood about him. * Wasi puzzled. me hear what you can do in the eter 3 ‘soa ean ay co pte pied aS ittle— sterd " i; a ia ‘What kind of people are you that you dow't speak to 8 fellow?” he asked, after a pause. “Haven't any of you got — tt ode ont i pen aS AD Act saat

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started to appeal to him, but ere he could say his say the man quietly released his hold and walked away. Whet in the name of old Kringle does this mean?” e ex- med young Rip, glaring around at the Dutchmen. “What's. Cu needn't be afraid of me. Hanged if I am afraid of even he old man of the mountains. Where's sai hunchback? Just then he saw old hunchback approaching the group with -haye been cut out for it, some three feet above the) ‘0 und. ‘The silent Dutchmen then took seats around him on rocks nd bowlders—wherever they could find convenient resting t of the’ full moon, which peeped over the mountain’s At a signal from the old hunchback, every man drew from out of some pocket in his old Dutch coat a large silver tank- ar , or drinking cup, which he held out toward the keg on the k. The hunchback took them, one by one, and filled them with some kind of liquor from the keg. ions rich aroma of schnapps filled the air, and young Rip dit eagerly. But as bee all raised their cups, and si- ost ore ‘notice that all dogs haven’t four feet and a tail ites Those who have only two feet and no tail to wag are dog like you to call one of "em a dog. They don’t So Se ascas alien mad eghaenpaga If F y i 8 84 f ve e = § of eeebaes gt Sptsi Saking, Rip looked around at he queer char- | , and. saw that each had again filled his drinking cup. | ‘old hunchback rapped on the keg with his tankard, as| s high above their heads. Suddenly each opened his b and sang—in pantomime. I can’t hear a word they say! Karl!” i -s § ig: jasged thoes the decker tn0'9b: a gnc ar Ayer Poets THE YOUNG RIP VAN WINKLE. the matter with you all? I ain't done anything wrong, 2 If} ! keg on his shoulder. He advanced a little beyond the group | placed the keg on a rock, fitting it in a place that seemed | } ces, and turned their attention to the keg, ignoring en-| ly the presence of young Rip, as though no such person; drunken Dutchman might feel generous enough to ask me to existed. Their quaint dress looked very picturesque in the | have some schnapps. Goodness, how dry I am!” if to light up the weird scene for young Rip's| Sop lela “T say, ait’, © he called to the old hunchback, who pre | sided at the keg, “I think that after doing what I have done for you, a fellow might. be.invited to drink at least once, even if your stingy souls.couldn’t stand a second treat. Just pass a cupful of them schnapps over this way, if you please.” But, as before, no attention was paid to him, and he leaned back against the rock with an air of supreme contempt. for What was he up against? The measure of his disgust was full. He could say or do no more. Other songs were sung, speeches made, and toasts drank, not a syllable of which was heard by young Rip, though he listened for the slightest sound. “They don’t seem to be getting drunk,” muttered Rip, as glassful after glassful disappeared down the thirsty throats of the silent revelers; “but I wish they would, for then some Just then the hunchback drew a mugful ‘from: the keg, and advancing toward young Rip, held it toward him. Was he to be treated at last? “Why, bless my soul!” exclaimed young Rip, his eyes spark- ling as he took the heavy, brimming tankard and held it up, “I hope this strain on your generosity will not make you less human than you are. Good schnapps will make al] the world akin;”" and then, looking around at the queer-looking Dutch- nien, who now stared at him im eager expectancy, he politely said: : “Here’s to your schnapps: ‘May it never cease to flow till it makes us better men—amen!’ ” As he raised the cup to his lips and drained it of its con tents, the silent Dutchmen suddenly pointed their tankards at him, erying out loudly: -“Ho, ho! Ha, ha! Rip Van Winkle! relapsed into a strange silence again. Ho, ho!” and then a / CHAPTER VI, ) .THE MYSTERIOUS PAPERS. : for order. They ali rose to their feet, holding their). The sudden noise by the hitherto silent Dutchmen startled ‘ Be | young Rip, causing him to stare around in a dazed sort of gazed {a dumfounded amazement. ‘They iseomen ts be | WAYS 2 5 alee ab ica teal yet Rip could not, hear a Rip thought that something was about to happen. ~ But the Dutchmen never again noticed him. They again holy saints protect us," seudaakd vane as: “I must ) filled up their tankards and quaffed the aromatic schnapps in : ; aes {stent gusto, leaving young Rip to be an unsatisfied apete- | looked up, os ere meg and ‘gave a low whine tor to their revelry. Posen if that doesn’t beat old Kringle himself,” he mut- “What tn the name of would ouly give you a bone, Karl, they miebt laugh at voi 90, ae a. eh, old dog?” > Y (uc ate «wag of Ms tl ht apo vtumes in tavar of

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of minutes not a man was in sight. Even the old hunchback had placed the keg on his shoulder and aie off with it, eas Rip alone with his dog. “Gone!” exclaimed Rip, looking around at the great craggy heights that surrounded the Jonely spot, giving a slight shud- ” der at the oppressive solitude of the place, “and not one was _ polite enough to offer us shelter for the night, Karl Well— well, I won't insult you by calling ’em dogs, old fellow, but I wouldn't have treated a dog that way. This is a wide—wide world we live in, Karl, and there are many very strange people in it; but I never dreamed of a people having so little fellow feeling as these people have shown. It is a way of the world to kick a man when he is down. We are down now, Karl, _and Must expect to be kicked. But we'll bear it like philoso- _Teiers. The kicks won't kill us; we can stand it. But I say, what sort of a place is this, anyhow? Let’s have a look night.” Seca: isu and Geiara hg Wein “ih ceinablaaa ie i young Rip wandered over to where the old hunchback had dealt out the aromatic schnapps so liberally to the silent rev- _ ers. The aroma of the delightful beverage lingered. still estan nee ae ell radar Wander- con allvenaesdianaeietin ot sesevtitteninon ser es | ne: phan sana mpage tienes ered _ hanced by the pale light of the moon. “Where the mischief did they go?” exclaimed —* around in great exity. “I can’t find a single house seed here. must have some place to 0 to, hat's ret to Sad out woes Joe tepals ma 80 suddenly. yrs dn celine is wth al Ye and! only the craggy sides les of the mountain rising up before n in every direction. There were neither houses nor cay __ “Well, Kari,” he said; after a pause, “we've got the whole to ourselves to-night. I suppose they won't object to 5 out here on the grass. ‘We have no other home _ I don't suppose I am any better than you _ We've always been good friends. We to the last. I feel very sleepy, somehow. $I drank. At wes » big det} wee aa : Ch time young Rip had returned to the apot where his yn and game bag had been left, and sat down by the rock| inst Ee cate Siete Se ee silent Dutchmen. — ee usec ae Fa Se. Lcomantaand an yor tae m the a THE YOUNG RIP VAN around-and see if we can’t find some kind of shelter for the revelers might have gone. But no; no caves were there——| Ward like a drunken man. | vale in the footsteps of the old hunchback. || erouched at his feet trembling like a leaf, and wondered it he) pie Cape awake. WINKLE “Go away, Karl,” he cried, sharply, kicking at the dog. “I want to sleep.” . “Rip Van Winkle—Rip. Van Winkle!” called a sharp voice, some distance beyond the rocks where the silent revelry was held. : “Halloo! Who calls me?” cried Rip, suddenly arising up — and glaring around, rubbing his eyes as if to more thoroughly arouse himself. Karl barked furiously, bristling up as if about to engage in deadly combat. : “Hush, Karl! No answer. : Rip did not know what to make of it. “Did I really hear some one call, or was it only a fancy?” he muttered, uncertain about it, yet loth to give up the hope that somebody really was near to keep him company the rest of the night. He sat down again and was almost asleep—a heavy drowsi- ness having come upon him—when a long, mournful wail sounded far and wide over the little vale, and was echoed and re-echoed from crag to crag. Raising his head by an effort, he listened. This time he was not deceived. He heard his name called distinctly twice: “Rip Van Winkle—Rip Van Winkle!” ’ “Here I am!” he cried, springing to his feet and reeling for- “Who calis—who calls Rip Van >» +3 Who calls Rip Van Winkle?” ——_ 2. Se Winkle?” A wild scream rang out on the still night air. Rip’s hair stood on end with terror, He sprang forward to seize his gun, but was stopped by an_ old woman who rushed toward him, holding a white package Bbove } her_head. ; ‘He drew back as she advanced, but she was swift of toot, a vand in a moment was at his side. “Rip Van Winkle!” she cried, ~iddenly placing the sect: "| Which proved to be a bundle of papers, in his hand, “these ‘re the records for which they seek my life! Take them— keep them—hide them till the true hejr is found. I am Ka- trina Von Heinrich, of Hesse Cassel. I fly for my life—fare well—guard the papers with your life. But no—put them here—they may slay you as they would me}” and snatching the papers from his hand, she thrust them into a knothole in the trunk of a gnarled old tree which stood within a few paces of them. Then with a shrill scream she sprang away, bounding like a frightened fawn toward the spot where Rip had entered the _ In another moment she was out of sight. Rip glared like one in a dream. ‘What did it all mean? He rubbed his eyes, pinched his thigh, spoke to Karl, who “What the mischief dbes.tt, all mean, anyhow?” he asked ‘himselt, completely. confounded by the sudden occurrence. © ee ee eee a agi aig ila ae

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Mh On came the silent Dutchmen, for they proved to be the party, or a portion of them, whom Rip had seen at the “drinking bout. They did not seem to see or notice Rip, but ~ pushed on in pursuit of the old dame., “Well—well, what a pack of silent brutes you are!” muttered ‘Rip. “Pursue an old woman like that just to get a bundle of papers from her. I know where they are, but I’d see you all - at old Kringle’s before I'd tell you.” The pursuing Dutchmen were soon out of sight. Rip stood still and listened, but not a sound disturbed the terrible soli- tude of the little vale. The absence of the hum of insect life "rendered the solitude all the more oppressive. There was lit- erally nothing to relieve the frightfully monotonous silence of > ages Scene. _ He stood there: waiting and watching until that heavy drows- < Psieeg came over him again. He staggered back toward the ‘rock were he had sat, laid down his gun, and stretched him- ‘ sel? alongside it. _ ‘Phen he addressed his dog. %. _ “Karl, good dog,” he murmured, “I will feel better after & "sleeping a while. Wake me up if any more dumb Dutchmen a come around this way. I am so sleepy—Katrina—darling— ~ “no home—hunchbacks—schnapps——” ___ As his eyes closed, the last sound he heard was a long, dole- “f ful, dismal howl, as of hopeless despair, from his faithful ’ =e . 2 Zz $i cae CHAPTER YIl. aa | PAITHFUL KATRINA. + ‘The reader will doubtless remember the night when old _ Fritz Van Winkle cudgeled young Rip so unmercifully, and _ drove him from the parental roof—how a furious storm of and rain was raging at the time. knowing that, notwithstanding his aversion to work, he had a . heart. He was always kind and affectionate to her, hence heaglssatl sorely when she saw him driven out tn the storm : es 4 food or shelter. "She swooned like one dead, and remained unconscious 80 AY that old Fritz became greatly alarmed. He sent one of “his hired men to one of his neighbors for aid. _ Several neighbors came in and aided in restoring her to : ““Dou't=ton't, Fritz! “You It kill him!” "Old Frits was forced to explain mattors to his nelghhors, He's our boy!” she moaned. ae we 4 =” Neat all the old poole ot the lage o shadmaide 4 é ared the next day that old Fritz had done right—that yous was old enough and strong enough to support himself, ‘that it was right to force him to do so. But the young ple of both sexes were unanimous in condemning the ac- t cant anay pe te Raden ogi} THE YOUNG RIP VAN see Dame Heinrich, hoping that young Rip would: be. there, Good Dame Van Winkle loved her jolly, good-natured son, WINKLE. knowing that Katrina would be attraction enough to draw him ther if he went anywhere. “Have you seen Rip?” was the first question she asked on entering the house of the Heinrichs. “No,” replied Dame Heinrich. “Where is he?” “I only wish I knew,” replied the anxious mother; “he left home last night, since which time I’ve not seen him. Did you see h{m last night, Katrina?” “No,” said Katrina, turning pale as death; matter?” i “Something awful has happened. “What is it?” “He and his father quarreled last night—very, foolishly— and his father drove him from the house with some very harsh words, telling him not to come back again. Oh! where is m¥ boy?” ‘“ Heavens! ” my Rip.” “Katrina Heinrich,” love my boy?” “Better than I do my own soul do I love Rip Van Winkle,” taking the good dame’s hand in her own. “Tell me, is he gone away?” “T don’t know where he is. He went away with his dog and gun, and I have not seen him since,” replied the mother, with a deep sigh. “Oh, why did he not come to me?” moaned Katrina. “I wwould haye married him, and then he would have had a home of his own. He saved my life—my life is his—I love him and would work like a slave for him all the days of my life.” “and he loves you. He told me so,” said Dame Van Winkle, her eyes filling with tears. ‘ Katrina threw her arms around the anxious mother’s neck and called her “mother.” “Yes, you shall have a daugher’s place in my a - trina,” murmured the dame. “I will love you for your sa and his. Ale will come back to us, for his love for you will draw him to you. Send me word as soon as you see or hear from him.” ; “TI will—I will,” sobbed Katrina, as the good dame took leave of her and returned to her own home, now rendered desolate by this cruel blow. Such is mother’s love. y How it clings to the erring child, even when all the world has forsaken it! ; The news flew through the village, and ere noon that day every man, woman and child knew all about it. Many were on the lookout for him, as old Peter Heinrich said he would give him Katrina and a house as a reward for his great ex- ploit in saving his daughter’s life. Bit vodka Rip wes ‘not sean ‘Uset Way nor the next; sad “what is the gasped Katrina, “I shall die if harm comes to exclaimed Dame Van Winkle, “do you | when a week passed without anything being heard from him, Public sentiment in the village began to turn against Fritz ‘Van Winkle. <i The young men hooted at and taunted him when they met _ mn. nem satan iaainammatia sues Sac 9 ¥ her former self. “Where is my boy?” she asked of old Fritz every day. But As see Ben ret eres Moe. as ev. on - nist mont nd all noone bad

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ee Ea from young Rip. He and his dog had drifted into a mys- ~ terlons disappearance. Katrina Heinrich tried hard to. keep _ up her courage. She would not believe that Rip would forget : her one moment; something was wrong with him. He: would write to her—would comeback if he could. Whai,, then, was | the matter? Why did he not write or come? She loved him, oh, so much—and he was so brave and true—she could not—- would not doubt him for a moment. _ The months rolled into a year, and still.the fate a young Rip Van Winkle remained a mystery. People began to shake \ their heads, and hint of many things that might have hap-| pened to him. Dame Van Winkle and Katrina Heinrich were __ the only ones in the village who sericusly entertained hopes of ever again seeing him. ‘ ‘One day, when be supposed Katrina had forgotten her lost _ lever, young Gelder asked her to be his wife, She looked at him, surprised and pained, Be was honest, true and manly—was Hans, and any young “ be icasiens would have been proud to have him for her hus- eat not s0 with Katrina, ; __ *If you love me, Hans,” she said, softly, a ermpathetle tear glistening on each cheex, “I am sorry for you—I 4 - help. it—I never encouraged you. I cannot be y, % : ; cause I am engaged to the only man I could love,” “You engaged, Katrina!” exclaimed Hans, in surprisi - “¥es—to Rip Van Winkle,” was the calm reply. ied ; “Oh, Katrina, do you thidk you will ever see him again?” “If 1 do not I will see him in heaven,” she sald, her-sweet face ‘all aglow with the light of a never-dying love... - For qT am his for’all eternity!” and es she pointed heavenward, and turned her tearful eyes in the came direction, Hans Gelder ‘ - thought she was never so begutiful as then, and loved her _ ‘more than ever. But he thought such a deathless love as hers : teo pure and holy to be trifled with. He withdrew from her __ presence with the conviction that his love was hapelensr—that ome. Saferten would never wed in this life, CHAPTER VII. \ i ¥en ater eae RIP WAKES UP, a] ‘Years sped on and old Fritz Van Winkle, pither annoyed . the reproaches of his good dame and hfs neighbors, or e urged by a foolish, mulish obstinacy, became more bitter enun¢ of his absent son, He was one of a certain who will never acknowledge an error. He would Rip returned, confessed his sin, and cis Drom- THE yOUNG RIP VAN | joint, too, I beNeve. Whew! suffered tte loss of his good right arm rather theu| tempted to. whistle, eet of ameemen. or of penitence. to his suftering pune a heavy beard and mustache, -, He sprang upon hjs feet, almost crying out with the pafn in. his j joints aa he did so, and ran his fingers through his flowing beard, DOW | aver a foot jong, He attempted to pull it off, but oy WINKLE. = te forlern hope in her heart could be, lived with her parents, loved only as a daughter could be loved, and never thought of wedding any of the young men who sought her hand. The broad acres of old Peter Heinrich were very attractive when ineumbered by pretty Katrina. Many sought the land for the sake of the incumbrance—and many the incumbrance for the Sake of the land. But all were treated alike—sent away to seek land with incumbrance elsewhere. She never for a moment entertained a thought unfait Rip Van Winkle. But where was young Rip Van Winkle during this time? The reader will remember how, ten years, before, the jolly young fellow was driven cut into the storm with his gun and dog, by his cnraged father—how he wandered off up the moun- tain’s side, stumbling acress an old hunchback, who Jed him away among the crags where he had never been before, to a lovely little vale in the very heart of the mountain—how he watched and commented on the strange and quaint cold Dutch characters he met there—how he drank of the fragrant schnapps with the silent revelers, saw them disperse, heard the shrieks of ithe old dame, saw her pursued by the men and then drepped off into a heayy, dreamless sleep. Let us now, after the lapse o7 ten years, go in search of young Rip. Everybody save a few faithful hearts have forgot-_ ten him in Shadyside, We enter the winding pathway that leads along the brink of the mouniain chasm, and follow it along its torturous way toward the Vale of Silence, where young Rip traveled ten years before with the keg of schnapps on Kis shoulder. » We enter the vale and approach the spot where we last saw our young hero, and—good heavens! look there—there lies ful to young Rip! He looks as if he had been lying there these ten years past. Oh, mercy! found at last—he is found, but— dead! Dead! No, it can’t be. Ab! he moves! He raises his hand to his head with a slow, painful move ment, HaNENGE 2 He opens his eyes and looks up at the clear, blue sky be- yond thé top of the crags. 3 : “{ must have slept a long time,” his elbow, slowly, as if his limbs were benumbed with the dainpnezs of the night-dew, “and I’ve taken a cold in every I've got. the rheumatiz in every limb. Ob! ah, Karl,’ good dog! here—come here! Where are you?” But Karl did nt come at his call, and he rose to a sitting ‘posture to look around for his dog, . “Karl—Karl! here Kar!, good dog!” he called, and then at- At that moment he discovered that he shea it had roots like the hair on his bead, ae xz be as well as anybody,” he ech. as he aay ake very much. ieee queer fellows 1 slept ht. Iw he said, rising slightly on ae tangled mass of beard, “but I dou't, like: this.

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ee hanging all down my back in a tanaiad mass! The stingy 2 ou rascals must have treated me as meanly when I was asleep Pa as they did before. And they’ve taken my good clothes off ca and— why, these old rags “re all as rotten as dead leaves! re What a confounded mean set they must be! Karl—Karl!— here, Karl! Confound it, they’ve stolen my dog, too, I believe. Well, if there is a meaner set of fellows anywhere than those - rascally Dutchmen, I don’t want to meet ’em. I must go back home and get some more clothes—these are so rotten they - won't stay on me much longer; I am hungry, too. There's 2 ‘™y gun as rusty as any piece of iron I ever saw. I didn’t think the dew of one night would spoil it so badly.” _ Stepping forward a few steps to pick up his gun, he was as- a _tonished to find his joints so stiff; 1t almost made him cry out with pain to bend an arm or knee. “Ugh!” he groaned, “I’ve got he rheumatiz bad; mountain By schnapps this morning they would do me good.” : _ Stooping and slowly taking up his gun, he was thunder- struck to see the stock fall to pieces, leaving only the rusty - barrel in his hand. _ “Donder und blitzen!” he exclaimed, staring wildly at the - wreck of his beloved weapon; “this ain't my gun! I'll break _ some rascally Dutchman’s head if they don’t bring back my - dog and gun! My game bag! I hung it on a bush, and now _ there it hangs on a tree a mere bunch of strings. They think they've played me a nice trick, but as sure as my name is Rip _ Van Winkle I'll play ‘em another.” Rip was mad. He stared up at the game bag hanging in ‘shreds, then down at the rusty old gun barrel which he held in his hands, and the ragged clothes that so tenaciously clung to him. * “Am I awake?” he muttered to himself, after @ pause, dur- “tag which he glared around at the crags, trees and rocks; everything was as he saw them last with the exception of the trees and bushes. They all seemed to have had a wonderful growth since the night before. But the absence of his dog 2 “If I am not Le rah PT airy 7 . = 4 4 and the ruin of bis gun affected him most. awake, then I must be asleep; can't I wake myself up? Ugh! how my joints ache.” He walked up and down among the rocks until his be- numbed wants cedsed to hurt him, talking and muttering to Na mileage Then again he examined his beard, 4 found that instead of a false beard it was genuine; the on his head was also genuine, though as long as a n's. ain’t me,” he uttered, suddenly stopping and sitting on a small bowlder; “I am not Rip Van Winkle, and t Katrina Heinrich won't know me—my dog Kar! won't y me—my good mother won't know me! Who, then, ee A fecling of overwiiclming loneliness came over him, and gushed from his eyes in spite of himself.. He wept THE YOUNG RIP VAN WINKLE. 1 apidated game bag, he slowly wended his way toward the only outlet the little vale seemed to have. He was a long time finding the little narrow path that led along under the frown- ing crags. But he did so after awhile. Before leaving the vale he turned several times and whistled for his dog. But the faithful animal responded not, so with a heavy heart he proceeded alone, CHAPTER IX. THE RETURN. Struggling slowly along up the tortuous path that wound in and out among the beetling crags, Rip finally reached the top of the great chasm that cut so deep into the mountain’s side. There he noticed changes in the forest which he had not before seen, but could not understand. The thought that he was bewitched seemed to take possession of him. He had an indistinct recollection of seeing an old woman down in the yale, who said something to him about some papers, and then fled, pursued by some of those silent Dutchmen, who drank such good schnapps, yet were so unsociable withal. But he trudged on, gaining strength as he went; his limbs lost their numbness, and he felt as strong as a young lion. Suddenly he heard a fierce growl in the bushes just in front of him, and, haiting, waited to see what it was. He did not wait yery long, for the bushes parted, and a huge black bear reared on his hind feet and confronted him. Quick as thought Rip raised his gun to fire; but the rusty weapon was worthless, save as a club. He reversed ends and dealt the pugnacious Bruin a blow that crushed his head as though it had been nothing more than an eggshell. Bruin rolled over dead, and Rip was quite astonished at the tremendous force of the blow himself. He felt for his knife, but it was not in its usual place. The pocket had’ no bottom to it, so the knife dropped aut somewhere. ; “I'l haye to leave him here,” he said, after a pause, “and come back after him. Old Peter Heinrich would like to have the skin and meat, I guess.” Leaving the dead bear where he fell, Rip proceeded down the mountainside, keeping near the great chasm. He soon saw a pathway that seemed to have been used more than he noticed before. He followed it, and In five minutes’ time found himself standing over the very spot where he rescued Katrina . | Heinrich from a terrible death. But it puzzled him to see how well trodden the place was. Seats were arranged near at the base of the trees, commanding good views of the scenery over and beyond the great chasm. Near the brink of the chasm stood a post bearing a neat board, on which was the following inscription: r “It was on this spot that Katrina Heinrich, daughter of Peter Heinrich, mayor of Shadyside, fell over the brink of. the chasm, lodged on a crag many feet below, whence she was rescued by young Rip Van Winkle, on the 5th day of October, 18—. Two days later Van Winkle disappeared and has never since been heard of. Erected by order of his honor, the mayor arene eee ay oe Oetoter: 16-5,

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Ne. not the mayor, for they don’t have mayors in Shadyside. But ——” and running his fingers slowly through his hair and beard, he seemed exceedingly puzzled, and shaking his head Sadly, he muttered: “I don’t. understand it—I don’t under- fstand it. I'll go and see i? Katrina knows me. I don’t know myself.” But the gentle memory of Katrina held him about the spot nearly an hour longer, and as he was about to leave he heard voices below. Looking down the mountainside, he saw several young nien and maidens climbing up the path toward the very ‘spot where he sat. He would have left, but an irresistible de- sire to hear something about Katrina detained him. “Oh, how tired I am!” exclaimed a young maiden of sweet gixteen summers, as she rushed forward and threw herself on one of the seats. “I declare it’s an awful thing to walk all the way up this mountain, just to sit and look over this awful chasm. If it were not for the romance of Rip and Katrina, I would never think of taking the walk.” j “Nor I,” said another lively young miss, who was dressed in “a fashion entirely unknown to our hero, as in fact all of them were. “But it’s such a romantic spot; and just think of the | “love that would make a man risk his life as Rip did for the! girl of his heart. It is not every man that loved as he did— and then there’s the mystery that enshrouds his fate. mi and weeps ior his Katrina.” “Yes, and Katrina, who has never married, comes here every - oe , anniversary of that day and weeps for her lost Rip. She will never marry—poor Katrina.” _ Rip, whe was a silent unnoticed listener to this conversation the young maidens, buried his face in his hands, “and wept like a child. The story of his, Katrina’s devotion _ touched his’ heart, -His evident distress attracted the atten- “tion of. one of the young maidens, ac Sg tohe ileus aciae ue was sitting, and asked: _ Why you weep, sir? Are you in distress?” we: Se ssc aed ast gin “1 don’t know—not since the day Rip Van Winkle lett Shady. nia ielitho baud; -yek:tuitleig keply” ““Did you know Rip Van Winkle?” several asked, eagerly. _ “Alas, yes; I knew him well,” sighed he. ; ““] remember seeing him as he came home with the venison mitacaetl mit: noth okebons, sainsre “He was a he young man and everybody liked him. But his father e hit f a home because he wouldn't work all day in the 7. rar THE YOUNG RIP VAN a ee ee ee a Am°I Rip Van Winkle? I know this place. I know Katrina! stingy as ever. Heinrich, and recollect rescuing her from certain death just; beaten him three times for mayor.” over the brink here, but it wasn’t ten years ago—no—n6—no. || I am dreaming, or else this is a cruel joke. Peter Heinrich is| Shadyside,” res, ce a ot Yn Wl 2 Hap Pads killed on the. ‘mountains this morning. It is sent WINKLE. . Old Peter Kassin Katrina’s father, has “Oh, pshaw! Old Fritz couldn't be elected pound-master in added a young man. “We haven’t forgotten how he treated Rip. He never comes here to see this spot, and doesn’t seem to care anything Due anybody or anything but his money.” “The town has grown much since Rip went away, then?” “Oh, yes; it’s a city now,” said the young man, proudly. “Why, haven’t you been there in ten years?” asked a young girl, her great blue eyes opening wide in wondrous surprise. _ “No, miss. I have just come over the mountain, and sat down here to rest. I am going down to the town to see some old friends there. yet?” “Ah, no! He lives in a big, fine house upon the hillside. He’s our mayor now.” “Yes; and Katrina?” “She is the sweetest, sad-eved woman that ever lived, and everybody loves her. She’s always doing good for somebody.” Rip hung his head, and the tears coursed down his cheeks. The praises of his loved one caused them to flow in spite of him. “T killed a bear just now,” he said, “near where Rip slew the deer, but had no knife to skin it with. If one of you young men will lend me a knife, I will get its skin, and take it into town, sell it, and get enough to buy some clothes.” “Several young men at once tendered pocked knives, and then volunteered to go with him to where lay the carcass of the bear. He showed them the way, and sure enough there lay the dead bear, with its head crushed out of shape by the blow from the old rusty gun-barrel. “You must have “s. him a te blow,” said one of the young men. “I guess I did,” eivaiaa Rip, quietly, 2s he proceeded to dl- vest the dead bear of his shaggy overcoat. It was accom- plished in a few moments, the two hams cut off, tied together, and with the heavy bundle hung on his old gun-barrel, he took leave of the party, and wended his way down toward the town. On reaching town he was puzzled by the number and style of houses. Where old fields once lay were now rows of houses, and the streets were roaring with the noise of vehicles. He was forced to inquire for the resilience of the mayor. queer dress—ragged and torn—the rusty gun-barrel, dil dated game bag, and the hide and two hams of the bear, all made him an object of interest to the passers-by on the streets. Troops of small boys followed him with open-mouthed won- der as he trudged along through the street toward the mayor's residence, - Arriving at the mayor’s mansion, he knocked for admittance, The door was opened by a servant, ‘who stared wildly at the strange appearance he made. - “TI want to see é Heinrich,” he said to the servant. “I am here, good man,” said the dame, coming forward. | “What is it you would have?” _ Rip looked her mie wi * in the face, and she returned his. gaze, “You know me not,” ‘he said, huskily, “Here is some nee His Dees old Peter live at the old homestead : .

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pe THE YOUNG RIP VAN WINKLE. 13 Pa * counnngeemeeennesmesmeenanee Baten: With a slight scream on hearing that beloved name Ka-" he not return and claim his bride—for Katrina loves him, oh, trina sprang toward the door and gazed into the bearded face so much!” as if her soul were in her eyes. ¢ “Alas, he is poor, wern and in rags—who will believe his . story? Who would look upon him and say, ‘That is Rip Van bs ) 7 2 Winkle?’ ” ra The sadness in his tones impressed the young girl, and she - CHAPTER X. Was about to question him further, when she was called by sf one of the other servants to aid in waiting on the table. She 2 THE LOVERS FACE .TO FACE. Tan away, saying she would see him again. ay : Very soon after that old Peter Heinrich himself, now grown ae Rip returned the gaze of the fair Katrina with tenfold in- older and stouter, came into the kitchen to see him. = terest. “My good man,” said he, seating himself by our hero's side, His heart bounded up in his throat at the sight of that loved | “You seem to have seen some hard times,” 'face—the sound of that sweet voice. “Yes—I've been exposed to wind and rain a long time,” re- As they gazed at each other a look of disappointment came | Plied Rip, scrutinizing the old man from head to foot. over her fair face. “You killed a bear this morning, did you not?” “Did you know Rip Van Winkle?” she asked, atinr a long} “I did.” pause. “And brought me the two hams?” ¢ “Yes, I know him well,” said Rip, his vaice trembling with “T did.” - emotion. “I am glad of it, for I am very fond of bear ham, but you Enstantiy Katrina sprang forward, ragged and unkempt as must let me pay you the market price for them.” he was, and seized him by the arm, pulling him inside the| “I will not.” door. “Why not? I am rich, and you-—” » “You say you know him!” she almost shrieked. “Does he “I am very poor, but the last time you saw Rip Van Winkle ~ live?” ; . | Was when he gave you two venison hams. You went to the ag “Yes, he lives,” replied Rip, sinking into.a chair that stood | mountain with him and got the shoulders of the deer. Do ," * Just inside the doorway, you remember that night?” fi: “Mother—mother—he lives!” gasped Katrina, clasping both |, “Indeed I do—but—but who are you, my man?” <= hands ovee her heart and sinking down at the feet of the| “Lam the friend of Rip Van Winkle. He lives and will some fig ‘Tagged old stranger in a death-like swoon. day come to claim your daughter.” SE “Heavens!” screamed the mother, “my child is dead—my| “He can have her any day he comes, for she is now her 2 child is dead!” ee Own mistress. But where is he now—where has he been all Ee’: ‘Such an occurrence in the house of the mayor necessarily | these long years?” ___ caused a commotion, not only in the household, but through-| “He will tell his story for himself. I came merely to see _ out the town. Servants rushed to and from, one going for a|!f Katrina was still true to him.” _-Dhysician and another for the nearest neighbor. “True! She has never ceased to think of and pray fon tis _ She was taken up and carried into a chamber and laid on return since the day hewent away.” a e : “a bed, where restoratives were given and applied. In the| “He will rejoice to hear that. He loves her still—but he ts De meantime Rip was shown into the kitchen, where his old | Still as poor as when he went away.” ragged garments attracted no little attention from the set “I expected that, for he would never work. I don’t think 4 Peete k it would make any difference with Katrina, however, as she ; = at ane halt famished,” he said as the rich food eas was be-| has a good sum of money laid away. Rip would never work, ing prepared for'the mayor's table passed before him. you know.” 4, One of the servants—a pretty young girl—filled a large plate “Yes, but I think he-has since iearned that work must be for him, which he ate with the voracity of » halt famished done or he would starve.” wolf. et a ; “I am glad of that. I am afraid I shall have to go back to _ "Poor man, you mut indeed be hungry," sald the young | the plow again in my old age.” 0 cue dle aidgee eae sara tmmacianetiebae lh sie are abl? . ; “Over a hundred years ago one of my ancestors in Hesse- _ “I have been lost in the mountains,” was the reply. Cassel, a wonderful old dame named Katrina Von Hein- “Why did you bring this bear meat here?” she asked. rich——” “As a present to the mayor, and because I wanted to see her| “Katrina Von Heinrich!” exclaimed Rip, springing out of Shey itp: Vase Winkie: oved.7 _ the chair. “Hesse-Cassel!” | “Did you really know him?" the young girl asked, her eurl- “Yes,” said old Peter, amazed at the effect of his communi- _ osity now aroused to the highest pitch. — | cation on the stranger. “What know you of her?” e museums “His home has been with me in the -“Nothing—nothing,” replied Rip; “go on—what about Kan : trina Von Heinrich, of Hesse-Cassel?” “Saonage ether emespentaeticte | miles. But when she died the grant by right of which — ae ¢ * “fm rate

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Re i - ba +4 THE YOUNG RIP VAN WINKLE, = papers have never r been seen or - heard of, and the lands went to} was wandering about the town. She could not rest easy in her other parties by right of purchase or settlement. But now a/| bed under such circumstances. & o Man whe claims to have papers that gives him all the lands| The news that Rip still lived gave new life to her hopes, on the side of the mountains has commenced. a suit to cis- She trembled with joy unspeakable, and she resolved to see : ‘possess all of us. I know not how it will end.” and tall with the stranger again. . » eo" Are you the direct heir of Katrina Von Heinrich?” Summoning two of the household ‘gervants to her side, she oe am the only living heir.” sent one of them in search of the stranger, and the other bs “Then you will not be dispossessed,” said Rip, with an a waited till she could write a note to Dame Van Winkle. * phasis that startled old Peter. Though she hated old Fritz Van Winkle with an undying ¥ “Do you know anything about the case?” the mayor asked, | hate, Katrina loved Dame Van Winkle as though she were é in no little surprise, her own mother, Her first thought on recovering conscious- _ “I think I do,” was the reply, ness after her swoon was of Rip’s mother, hence she wrote: “Who are you—what is your name?” ““That I don’t hardly know myself, but it will not matter| “My Dear Friend: I bave just seen an old man who says mich. TI will go now, to return again,” that our Rip still lives—that he knows him, and that he will “But you must tell me your name before——” come back to us. He is gone now, but I have sent for him. - ~ “I cannot—I am not what I seem—may not be what I claim,” | Yours ever, Karaina.” 3 _ Yeplied Rip, pushing the old map aside and passing from the kitchen to the front steps of the house, where he had left Good Dame Van Winkle was not at home when the servant S tte bear-skin. Old Peter Heinrich pursued him, saying: ~|arrived with the note—nor did she get the note until some ‘ _ “Here, my good:man, you must let me pay you. for those | time after dark. Its contents startled her. Her heart swelled , : besr hams—I cannot take——” up with all a mother’s love for her boy and she hastened to “No!” said the dilapidated stranger, waving him off with a |#e¢ Katrina and ask her more about the stranger, notwith+ determined gesture of the hand. “I want no pay,” and taking standing the threatening storm-cloud. Wrapping a shawl up the bear-skin, he strode away without uttering another} about her head and shoulders, she set out for the mayor's dence. On the way she passed Rip sitting on the curb- - Down in the business part of the town Rip succeeded in gets stone with his chin resting on his hands. ee ting a good price for his bear-skin, Securing the money in j Rip looked after the retreating form of the woman until she = a pocket which he found still intact in his pants, he wandered | was lost to sight in the gathering gloom. _ gbout the streets, along which he had played in boyhood and} “If I am really awake,” he muttered to himself, “then I ‘ ‘youth. Hundreds of boys and girls followed him about, won-! have been sleeping ten years. If I have slept ten years, it dering why he wore bis hair so long, his clothes so ragged, | must have been caused by the schnapps those strange fellows RK: Hod carried the old rusty gua-barrel in his hand, They had | gave me that night. all heard the pathetic story of Rip Van Winkle and Katrina| They were the strangest set of fellows I ever met with in but they ilttle dreamed that they were now follow-| my life—particulariy that old hunchback. But if I have been ing the veritable Rip about the streets of his native place, | sleeping ten years, how haye I lived during all that time? "Night came cn, and the children retired to their hommes, leav~ Can @ man live ten years without food, even though he is ing the dilapidated stranger to wander alone about the streets. sieeping all that time? It can’t be so; yet everything looks s on the night when he was “ruthlessly. driven from, home, |} thet way to me. My dog was gone when I woke up; my clothes » dark storm clouds swept over the town. The wind mourn-| nearly rotted off me; my gun rusted and ruined; my game- - fitly sighed through the tall trees and shrieked around chim-| pag in shreds, and hanging up out of my reach, as the tree Rey corners. "Now, as then, he had nowhere to lay his head.|haq grown higher since J hung it there. When I laid down J was a beardless boy. When I wake up I have a beard a ee Aer 04 carbstons Gad Teelet ‘eis’ chin. osha. foot long, and a voice like a man, which sounds strange to my ears. If J am not Rip, then who am I? But I am Rip Yan Winkle, for I recognized my Katrina; my heart bounded up in my throet at sight of her sweet face. But I cannot go to her in this garb. I am too poor—who would believe me when I would say I had gone away and slept for ten years? The whole world would laugh at me—and even Katrina, with - all her love for me, would think me crazy. No-—no, I will gc howl burst. She stepped so close to him that her dreas|¢o away again—work, make money, and then come back and G Pansted Vin. apt canred him to leak around. with a start, Gaim-my Katrina. She will wait.and be true to the last. : ve ic will never forget her Rip—my Katrina—you—have never es, “Am T Rip Van Winkle?” he muttered, “or am I not? Am awake, or do I stil) slumber up in the mountains among thoce stlent Dutchmen? If 1am awake I ought to know my- epad Pave $07, fo wisp. min. 1f een, Us in merely:e. depen a which I will wake up soon, and——" Stan within. spel thivwn ove: haw’ hiend scouedoust po , hurrying as if to reach home before the storm cloud forgotten me?” and as he spoke a sob escaped him; his heart was touched by the deathlegs devotion of the faithful Ka- trina. Tears trickled down his bronzed cheeks, and he eat there unmoved for several minutes till the telnet not .-|and the rain came down in torrents, ‘ "Iwill go by the old home,” ho ent, ristha to hie feet, and ya ny seed ek Coors. reason iim agcs ee ~e AF a AM Peas ented Sn wae | zie a “¢

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me - homestead of the Van Winkles. : Old Fritz had grown very rich by selling off portions of “his farm for town lots as the city built up in that direction. ___. _Like many others of a similar temperament, the old man had grown selfish and miserly the richer he became, until he cared L for nothing but his money. ss He was just thinking of his good fortune in having so few 4 - mouths to feed, and several times congratulated himself that __, Rip was no longer a burden on him, when a loud knocking on the door startled bim. 4 “Somebody ish out in dot shtorm,” said the eld man, aris- . ing, and with pipe in his hand, opening the door. . Rip entered, dripping with water, apd father and son stood face to face. _. "Phe long beard, ragged clothes and old rusty gun-barrel glarmed the old Dutchman, who stared as though the ghost of 4 : One of his ancestors stood before him. “Vat you vants mit this house, eh?” he asked as soon as he r ; recovered his speech. - “T want nothing of this house,” said Rip, with great dig- nity. “I simply want to see my mother.” = “Your mudder!” gasped old Fritz; “mine heavens, dot ish mic, Meip! . - “« “Yes, I am your son Rip,” said the stranger, calmly. & “fieavens!” ahd the’avericlods‘cld Dutchman gssed st tim from head to foot. “Vere you been alll dis time, eh?” . “I’ve been asleep.” — My mS aS "ol Ay & Gs when I was a lad. Since that time I have never called you Le ‘father, and never will again, But if you strike me now J will choke half your meanness out of you. I have come back “Yaas—dat’s so, you go asics mit der dogs—you shleep _ mitout york all der times. Git oud mit mine house, you goot for nodings! Go shleep it oud mid you lazy bones—or mit Katrina—get oud, I say!” . “Look here, old man,” said Rip, coolly looking the old man _ fn the face, “you struck me and drove me from your house _ to see my mother, and see her I will.” by the arm and attempting to push him toward the door. Rip Rey antes took hold of his shoulders and crushed oe ag iho coblag, Dm Yas, Wlakle gan ot tat n> i‘ __Taling tend nn ther, ip came, ack to where he “Where is my mother?” ‘Wen oud mit er lens, und can't some home mit ry shtorm.” hg iecal = ies well?” 1. pee 4 ai ough em i et ou aed a YOUNG RIP VAN WINKLE: _ “He wended his way in the drenching rain toward the old. “Git oud of mine house!” roared the old man, seizing him Wall, 1 stat ot wat to se ber onty ta mets ate » | know that chap. Halloo, old Humpy, how goes it?” me ee 15 fastening the door. “Dot Rip ish von ied ay robber, und ish 80 shtrong ash a bull. He comes not here any mere.” Fritz belted the door, and nailed down the windows, so gre@ Was his fear of the son whom he had so badly treated. Rip wended his way through the town toward the mo:®@.- tain, resolving to spend the night among the crags rather than remain in the town where his presence created so much .ex- Gitement. His mind. was a whirlwind of uncertainty as to what he should do. “Katrina is true—that I know,” he murmured, “and my mother will never forget her only boy. I will ga back only when I have found the package of papers which were hidden in the oid tree near where I met those fellows up there among the crags: I’ve an idea that these papers have something to do with old Peter Heinrich—that it will make Katrina the richest woman in the State. I can then hold up my head and look the old man in the face. I'll go right back there and hunt for those papers.” ; CHAPTER XII. THE FIGHT WITH THE HUNCHBACK. As on that eventful night ten years before, Rip wended his way up ‘the mountain side, the rain ceasing as he climbed higher, and the rays of a full moon breaking through the drifting clouds. Higher and higher he climbed until he reached the spot where he rescued Katrina ten yearg before. He sat down there and rested—not that he was tired, but be- Cause the spot was dear to memory. The moonbeams gleamed On the tablet which Katrina had caused to be erected there to his memory, and he again read the sae iy pp which her love had dictated. But he did not remain there long. He thought of an over- hanging shelf of rock under which he could find shelter, It Was there he would sleep for the night. He arose, took np the old rusty gun-berrel, which he still C&rried in his right hand, and trudged along further up the mountain, Ere long he came to the very spot where his faithful Karl Made such strenuous efforts to turn him back, but without avail. : “Poor Karl,” murmured Rip, as the memory of the faithful dog came back to"him. “Where is he now? Is he dead or only "| sleeping somewhere? I wish I knew, for I miss him very much. He was the best friend I ever had. He never found any fault With me; he never drove me from him, but went with me everywhere. Poor Karl.” Rip looked around and found the overhanging shelf under which he proposed to sleep during the night, and was about to go under it when his attention was attracted by approaching footsteps. He stopped and listened. Tramp—tramp—tramp! _ “Ha!” ejaculated Rip, as the same old hunchback who ap- $4 proached him ten years before came in sight with two kegs hung on either side of the curious hump on his back, i

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ee halt Oe Ae a PP. Se hee 5 Re THE YOUNG RIP VAN WINKLE. 5 gave it a kick that sent it rolling back with considerable force : against the old hunchback’s shins. He dropped the other keg, _ and stooped to rub his leg, as though it had been badly _ bruised by the keg. 4 _ “Oh, that won’t do, Humpy,” said Rip, laughing heartily; “that didn’t hurt you for a cent. If it did I am very sorry, for I have no desire to hurt any one.” ; The old hunchback uttered a groan; bared his leg and nos showed Rip a severe bruise on his shin, just where the keg eS had struck. _ “By thunder!” exclaimed Rip, “I am sorry for that, old man. Seesly- ade: sooan it.” = ‘ Py The old hunchback said not a word, but tried to take up i one of the kegs and put it on his shoulder. He tried severai _ times, groaning and limping all the time, as though his leg - ‘pained him very much. “PM help you with it,” said Rip, taking up the keg and placing it on the old hunchback’s shoulder. “ But no sooner did he stoop to pick up the second one than - the old man let the first one fall to the ground. Rip good- _ naturedly picked it up again; but the other one dropped the _ minute the old man tried to take it from him. ' “T guess you had better leave™one here, old Humpy,” “ gested Rip, “and come back after it. pcnntherelsinane idle © | A up and bring it along with him. _ “Excuse me, Humpy,” ee ee es eee a iitstdt granthgiitans Woy tu-hbnrs Ale tires? * “The'old man motioned ‘him to take up the keg and follow im, this time in a very positive manner. "Rip placed his thumb to his nose and gave « significant __ wibratory motion to the hand that was even more expressive ig _ than language. The old man let his keg drop, which rolled against Rip’s feet, mashing them rather unpleasantly. ch GS FIE. take caronot thet Keg, old map.” said Rip, seizing and _ yaising it above his head. “You needn’t be troubled about this "atiy more,” c= cpa naar slam recantinncetmee he ite rifle force. ‘It did not break, but bounded like a ball and alee the ge of the precipice down into the great chasm, bounding m crag to crag, ‘resounding louder and louder as it de- 4 till it struck the bottom, where it made a report like "a cannon, echoing and re-echoing from crag eabinreinraze over the mountain like a long peal of thunder. spare ran: tn' tt, enurtbowr™-Bigy naked, turning to the ol : ¥ as % ae) ‘y e.: a tthe old man are at Mo Uke nena cer abot _ to spring upon him pt “ah, it’s no use, Humpy,” he said, laughing. “I ain’t afraid you nor your whole crowd of stingy Dutchmen!” th an angry growl the old hunchback sprang upon him, g at his throat with bis long, claw-like fingers. Rip J earcihr tp aha eat denpteond | ) eine Cage panealionres at - that’s plain.” ; ,! _ The old men shook his head, and made signs to Rip.te take ground covered with stow! greenish light that is seen in an enraged tiger’s eyes. Rip caught him, and then commenced a terrific struggle. The strength of the old hunchback was something wonderful. But Rip had not slept ten years for nothing. It seemed that while he slept nature gave him muscles of iron, for he grappled with his assailant like a giant, and hurled him from him as though he had been but a mere child. “Get out, you and your infernal ‘schnapps! ” yelled Rip, now thoroughly aroused, seizing the keg and hurling it at the old man. He dodged it, and the keg went over the brink of the chasm, bounding from crag to crag with increasing echoes that reverberated like thunder through the mountain. With a demon-like screech the hunchback sprang at him again, Rip closed with him, and the struggle went on, the two moving gradually toward the brink of the chasm. The old man made a frantic effort to leap over the brink with Rip. “Over you go, then!” hissed Rip, hurling him over the awful abyss. The hunchback carried a portion of Rip’s coat, the rottenness of the garment saving his life. With a demoniacal howl that awoke up all the echoes of the mountain the old man disappeared down the abyss, and %- | Rip turned away with a shudder. ” “He would have it so,” he said. “I didn’t want to hurt him, but he wouldn’t let me alone, I wouldn't let him play me any ‘more tricks. He was a strong man, but I was stronger, or it would have been up with me.” Rip retired to the overhanging rock, picked up his gun- ‘barrel, and then laid himself down to sleep. The excitement of his fight with the hunchback kept him awake for some time; but he slept at last. When he woke up the sun was shining brightly in his face, but the whole mountain was covered a foot deep in snow! “Heavens!” he exclaimed, glaring around in undisguised amazement. “It was just the turn of summer into autumn when I laid down, and now here it is mid-winter, and the Can it be that I have slept another ten years, or only a few months? My beard is still black— not a gray hair in it. I can't have slept very long, judging from that, yet it’s winter, that’s certain. I am as hungry as a wolf, though, and——— Halloo! that’s a rabbit! Whack! Mine, by jingo!” Suddenly striking out with his old gun-barrel, he struck a _rabbit that tried to run by him, and killed it, built a fire, cooked and ate it for a breakfast. This done, he laid the gun-barrel over his shoulder and bold- ly ed out in search of the path that led down into the valley of silence. In an hour’s time he found it, and, care- fully feeling his way, he passed down along the face of the precipice toward the little dale where he had met the silent revelérs ten years previous. Patiently he struggled along, till at last he reached the bottom. To his astonishment, he found the hunchbacks there drinking schnapps, the same as when he first saw them. As he approached them they all turned ee ee ee sides,

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He had reason to fear them, for the hunchback whom he : had hurled over the precipice stood there in their midst, look- _ ing-as angry as the maddest of them. _ Clutching his gun-barrel tightly in his left hand, he stood silent and determined before them, as though defying the whole crowd. ‘They stood thus facing each other fully ten minutes, until _ Rip, at last, thinking the gazing was becoming monotonous, said: . “How are you, Humpy? Glad to see you alive, though I didn’t expect ever to see you again. How the deuce did you escape, anyhow?” Of course, no reply was made to him, and he added: ; “Oh, well, I ain’t anxious to associate with you fellows, no- _ how. You're all too datned sleepy-headed here to suit me,” anda with that he turned away to search for the tree in the hollow of which he saw the mysterious old woman conceal _ the paekage of papers. He examined several trees, and failing to find a cavity in any of them, he turned again to gaze at his { One of the Dutchmen rose up, and deliberately walking up to ¥ pete. offered him a mug of fragrant schnapps. - Rip looked at the mug, and then at the old bronzed, weather- eaten Dutchman. “hank you, old man,” he said, shaking his head, “but I've __ Sworn off since the last time we drank together. Your schnapps is very fine, but life is too short for me to drink it.” _ The Dutchman made a sign of impatience, and thrust the mug close under Rip’s nose, s “Yes, it smells good,” said Rip, with a good-natured smile, NE “put I ain’t drinking any more—I’ve sworn off.” / ‘The Dutchman pushed the mug against his lips, as though he intended either to foree the contents down his throat or "else subject him to a temptation he could no resist. He took jz the mug out of the silent Dutchman’s hand and deliberately = poured its contents out on the ground, A groan escaped the entire party, and each man of them - sprang forward, as if they would attack him. “Back, you sleepy-headed drones,” cried Rip, clubbing his ' Se eeirel, and swinging it defiantly above his head. - “The man who touches me will never drink any more tc sestider hs: enieente Some touched it with their fingers and quickly placed them between their lps. BMS _ “Rat the dirt,” said Rip, sarcastically, “and then you'll get ! ‘it all. ie eee ements Sette Drs. ae cheap.” Angry glances: were ‘cast'at him, and excited gestures, Sash- eyes and moving lips told him that they were discussing ) situation. But neyer a word could Rip hear. nee ademas 7 settle over the little valley. ae idenly one of the Dutchmen, a course-visaged old fellow, ve ‘and made an insulting gerture almost under Rip’ ee Tey * ol ne ns Yok he fn diy 8 | THE YOUNG RIP VAN WINKLE. 17 ning around and around until he disappeared out of sight, to Rip’s utter astonishment. “Donder und blitzen!” he muttered, “I must have. hit him hard, But you can’t kill one of those fellows, or that hunch- back would not be over theré by that. keg of schnapps.” One of the others threw his mug at him, but he caught it and tossed it back at him—tossed it hard—and hit him in the stomach, doubling hinr up like a jack-knife. He too went spinning around and around till he disappeared as the first one did. “Well, there goes another one,” said Rip, laughing. “They can’t stand much of a blow. i wonder if they will all go spin- ning away like that? I’ve a mind to try it.” Taking up a small stone, he cast it at one of the silent fig- ures, striking him on the breast. Instantly he began to spin around and around, going further and further away until he, too, was lost to sight. “What the mischief does it mean?” exclaimed Rip, in dum- founded:amazement, “Such a queer lot I never did see. They are all scared half to death, and—halloo, here comes another!” A stalwart Dutchman darted toward him with his heavy drinking cup raised above his head, as though he would brain Ripon the spot. But Rip caught his arm, and with his other hand dealt him a tremendous slap on the left cheek. Away went he, spinning around and around on his heels at a ter- rific rate. Rip looked on in amused satisfaction. “Weil, old fellow, if that whirling avound don’t make you dizzy, hen you have no brains in your head. Spin away, as that is all you seem good for—eh! you want to spin, too— take that!” and giving another one a slap on the head as he tried to strike him with his mug, he sent him spinning away with the others. Then, as if driven to desperation, the others, some half a “ score in number, made a combined attack on him. He sprang aside and gave two or three a blow each in quick succession, sending them whirling and dancing away in comical procession, all going in the same direction. By a wonderful presence of mind he kept clear of their clutches, and gave each a blow; that sent them spinning away the moment they came within reach of him. In a few minutes he was alone with only one—the old hunch- back whom he had once thrown over the precipice of the great chasm. “Ha-ha-ha, Humpy, old boy!” laughed Rip, as he stood facing the deformed old Dutchman. “Here we are again, the mischief to pay and no pitch hot! Tell me how you escaped being killed on the rocks out there, and we'll shake hands and be friends, eh?” The old hunchback looked at the proffered hand, but did not take it. He backed off toward his kegs of schnapps, which lay on & ledge of rock a few paces behind him. ! “Hanged if you fellows ain't the quecrest, most stingy and UAsociable set I ever met with,” muttered Rip, gazing at the old hunchback in a puzzled sort of way. “You p a scurvy sort of trick with your sleepy-headed schnapps, but I don’t you any ill will., But see here, 1 want you to answer me oe or two questions and then you may go where you please, _ ee ee

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es L at , 18 THE YOUNG RIP a _ @rying up to a bunch of old sole leather! I say, how about the old woman and her papers? She hid them in a tree somewhere hereabouts, and now I can’t find the tree. If you know any- thing about her, say so like a man, and Rip Van Winkle is your friend ever after.” But the old hunchback made no reply. He seated himself astride of his keg, and sadienis began to grow old with a rapidity that startled Rip. His hair dropped off his head in bunches of a dozen silver- gray hairs at a time, and his teeth dropped from his mouth and rolled on the ground at his feet. His skin charged to a tan color, and his face to a mass of wrinkles. “If you can talk any, old man,” continued Rip, watching the unaccountable changes going on in the old hunchback, “you had better tell me all you know about the old woman before you get too old, for I’ll be hanged if you don’t grow old faster than anybody I ever saw.” But the old man grew old and weaker until he was all bert over so that he was utterly unable to raise his heed. Still Rip continued to talk with him for nearly an hour. At last the form of the old man suddenly crumbled to a pile of barre and ashes at Rip’s feet. “Ten thousand furies!” exclaimed Rip, starting back, “He’s dead as a rusty nail, and nothing is left but a pile of dust and ashes! What strange fatality must hang over thie place. I wish 1 was safely out of it, Everything is so like a z horrible dream that I hardly know whether to stay or leave at a once. I must get that package of papers, though, before ! ‘go, | and it must be somewhere about here. I remember the vey spot where I slept so long, and that ought to be the tree over there where the old Woman concealed it, though ft seems to A have been twisted considerably by the storms of a hundred 23 years. Ha! that is the very tree. There is the knot-hole, higher up, but the one, nevertheless.” "Rip hurried away from the spot where the old hunchback had crumbled to dust and hastened toward a large, gnarled, twisted old tree which stood a little way off to the left. Under is Se SPINE OPS cians Meshes 26 SE meneeniEg IEEE pa roundings. ae “Yes,” he muttered, “this must be the tree, and there is the _ pollow where she thrust the package. I'll climb this and see, . anyhow,” and dropping the rusty old gun-barrel to the groend, he commenced to climb the tree. He soon reached the lower limbs, upon which he stood erect and peeped into the kuot- hole in the main trunk. He could see nothing. He thrust his hand in it up to his elbow. » With cry of joy he drew forth a package: Renin > closed in a dingy sheet of waxed paper. ix CHAPTER XIV. tbe ahd stg: S43 : ange’ guages, Rip; 0a iba held up the time-e: e and gazed at it. “If this is the package, Katrina wil _ Tl get down and look at st". eet Et ove pan b ——d * *» VAN WINKLE. “This is the package,” he tried to conceal it among his clothing. “If I get out of this place I'll soon find out, anyhow. » If those siient schnapps drinkers should come back and find out I had the package they’d give me some trouble, though they may all have gone off for good or crumbled to dust and ashes as old Humpy did, for aught I know.” Taking up his faithful\cld gun-barrel, he proceeded to leave the silent valley, making for the entrance at the foot of the crags at a brisk pace. To find the path by which he came re- quired a/ little time, as footprints in the snow led in every direction. Some evidently led to certain destruction, for more dangerous places could not be found in the mountains than some of those to which the footprints led. “Oh, no,” muttered Rip, as he stopped and seanned the face of the craggy heights, “this is the way I came. They've tried to misicad me by those tracks, but I will fool ’em this time,” and boldly striking out through the snow, he succeeded in find- ing the true path, where he recognized his own tracks. Push- ing on, he soon reached the top of the chasm. “Safe at last!” he exclaimed, as he stepped away from the brow of the precipice. “I would not go baek down there for half the world if Katrina was not in it. Those Dutchmen are the strangest set of fellows I ever heard of. Some of 'em must be at least two hundred years old, judging from ‘their looks. Old Huimpy just dried up to dust and ashes right before my face, and the others went dancing away on the slightest hlow. Rip now hastened down the mountain-side in the direction of the spot where he had made himself famous by the daring rescue of Katrina Heinrich. Notwithstanding the fact that the snow lay nearly a foot deep On the ground, and a cold wind swept across the mountain, he felt not the least discomfort from the cold. Much of his person was exposed through his ragged garments, yet It seemed that the snows of ten winters had hardened him so thoroughly that heat and cold were alike indifferent to him. Reaching the place of the rescue, he seated himself on one of the many seats arranged there, and pulled out the object to examine it. -It was wrapped in oiled or waxed paper, so as to keep out the dampness. Inside the package were quite a number of papers in both the German and English languages, yellow from age—all bear- ing official seals. On the back of each was the name of “Katripa von Heinricli, of Hesse-Cassel.” > “Good gracious!” cried Rip, springing up and dancing | about in the snow like a half-crazed schoolboy: “that’s her’ name—she told me it herself! I’ go and make myself known to Katrina, and give her the papers.” For the first time since waking out of his long sleep of ten years Rip showed some degree of excitement. He strode down the mountain’s side as though in pursuit of something. elty, of Shadyside, the place of his birth, and wended his way along the main street toward the mayor's residence. “seo alan Aes 7 eabactele mleeadonst not failto patantion, he'said to himself a dozen times, 2s _ In two hours more he reached the town, or rather => Hooligan inborn eral & -

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_THE YOUNG RIP ‘VAN WINKLE. 19 : _ “On, I know you!” cried a small boy, running alongside of him, CHAPTER XV. $ fe boy “who, then, am I?” ; CONCLUSION, The judge, jury and lawyers stared first at Katrina Hein- rich, the mayor's daughter, and then at the strange looking object at which she was pointing. Rip stood still and gazed! at Katrina and then at the throng around him. Every eye was upon him, “What means this interruption of the court?” demanded the judge, severely. “My son—my son!” cried Dame Van Winkle, springing up from her seat by Katrina’s side, and darting over to where Rip was standing. “Do you know where my son, Rip Van Winkle, is? Speak, for the love of heaven.” “Yes, I know where he is,” slowly replied Rip, “and you shall see him before yonder sun shall set behind the moun- tains.” Dame Van Winkle clasped her hands over her heart, and burst into tears of joy. Everybody present was familiar with the story of Rip Ven; Winkle and Katrina Heinrich, and for a time the proceedings: of the court were interrupted entirely. The people who had crowded around Rip resumed their seats, leaving the tall stranger standing alone in the center ot! the room, Glad Fritz Van Winkle sat near by, scowling upon him as though he would like to crush him under his feet. Rip re-| turned his gaze and smiled contemptuously at him. Suddenly the mayor, the father of Katrina, advanced to his side, took his hand, and whispered in his ear: “You said I need have no fears about this sult, You see it, is going against me. What shall I do? Do yon know anything about it?” “I do. Have your lawyer call me io the witness stand,” Old Peter Heinrich beckoned to his lawyer and told him: what the stranger had’ said. “Who is he and what does he know?” the lawyer asked. “That I don’t know; he will tell all on the stand, I guess.”/ The lawyer called him to the stand, and Rip walked for- ward amid a death-like silence and took the stand. “What is your name, sir?” was the first question asked, “My name is Rip Van Winkle,” was the reply, which fell upon the court and spectators like a clap of thunder. He ate heartily, and then turned to the maid: With wild screams Dame Van Winkle and Katrina Heinrich “Dll go down to the court-hoyse end see the master. I won't} sprang forward, passed the lawyers and the jury, and seizing! ‘you, lass,” and taking the gua-barrel, which answered | him by the hands, looked him full in the face. » he left the house and made his way toward the “You my son!” gasped the mother. » where the great sult was pending. Nearly ‘every “You my Rip!” cried Katrina. “I am,” calmly replied Rip. “You both know the marsxs on my &rm—name them.” “My son had a long scar on his left arm,” sald tne eager, mother. “And the letter “K’ just below that, pricked in India tak by said Katrina. et ae yee months ago, and said you knew Rip Van Winkle. Bvery- _ body has been looking for you since then.” “Three months ago!” exclaimed Rip, his face, voice and "Manner betraying excitement. “Then I must have slept three cot _ whole months on the mountain before going down into the silent valley.” # “They've been looking for me, you say?” he asked of the boy. : “Oh, yes, sir, everybody has been looking out for you. Miss ‘Katrina Heinrich says she'll give any one a thousand dollars to find you.” » “Heavens!” muttered. Rip. _“¥es, sir, and the mayor says he’ ll give another thousand.” - This was a fact, too. “Ugh! I'm in Inck}” and Rip chuckled in delight at the nformation given by ‘the small boy. “What did Rip’s father 7a about it, eh?” **Oh, he says Rip's no good, and he doesn’t believe what you ‘sald was tree.” ; “He don't, eh?” and Rip’s face clouded. “Well, we'll see if I am not right,” and again he proceeded toward the residence of : The boys accompanied him all the way. one said the ae “But are you not cold and hungry, 2 "Quite hungry, but not in the least cold, my dear,” said he, |, eheertutly, at which the maid flushed and proceeded to give asea meal of cold victuals from the cupboard. told him make himself at home. OLE AO LL Ba re Sas him to pass into the court-room, Tt vded with . the best people of the town, among] a and danghters who had come to many fe leniepsand.. Ee PBR ‘the whole court, showing the marks with cl eM eee rete vino ee {There they are—benold them: * and Rip bared his atm to Res

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4 ** Katrina nearly fainted; she leaned against the railing for _ Support. _ Dame Van Winkle released him, and dropped into a seat " , Rear by. Rip turned his eyes full upon Katrina, She looked ” up a moment in silence, eee Soe ee eee his outstretched arms. “My poor Rip!” she cried, loud enongh for all to hear, - have suffered as well as I; but.I love you—I love you still with all my——” “Well!” exclaimed old Fritz Van Winkle, who was a quiet , Spectator of the'scene, “you takes him mit you; he comes not mit mine house no more all de times, de good for nod- dings!” ' “Old man,” sald Rip, coolly, “I shall never again enter the door from whence I was driven like a dog. Forget that you ter ever had a son, as I have long ago ceased to have a father.” “Rip—Rip, my boy!” cried Dame Van Winkle, again spring- _ ing up and catching hold of his arm; “don’t quarrel with your father.” 4 ‘ "*T have no father,,mother.” 43 “Am I a widow, then?” she asked. ar “Tt were better that you were than to be tied to—-" ’“Hey!” roared the irascible old Fritz, “I preak your ‘Bpod for noddings head!” — “Sflence In court!” yelled the sheriff, ’ “What has all this to do with the case?” the judge asked. zt “I see that the long lost Rip Van Winkle has turned up.at = ‘Jast, and I am glad of it for his Honor, the mayor’s danghter’s gale: But what connection has he with this case?” Ries “He will explain that in his evidence,” said the lawyer. “Let him do so, then.” “= Rip then proceeded, under oath, to tell his wonderful story of the finding of the papers establishing the right of Peter Al to all the land the other party was suing for. That bie seemed to stagger the court. The papers were produced. ea Their authenticity could not be doubted. - . “The great seals were all there, with all the other ne Seates serorieay té'setadtiad & complete titi Yee of merely having what he already had, old Peter 3, h found himself the undisputed owner of all the land in the vee dollars. an) \ ‘will taxd'the Oth ee J armenia tig ‘ip Inft te atand “you ‘city, and for miles around Mf, ‘valued! at: serene Maeva. hundreds crowded around ou him on his safe return. ‘Katrina leaned proudly He hated Rip, because the papers he had brought into court stripped him of all his real estate, and enriched the man he envied and secretly hated. “Judge,” said Katrina, “come to our house at once and marry us, Our engagement has lasted long enough, eh, dear Rip?” and she put her arms around his neck, “Yes, darling, but will you take me in such poverty as this?” “Have you not just brought me millions, Rip? You have just made papa-the wealthiest man in the State. I am his oldest, youngest, and only child, and heir to all he possesses. As my husband, you shall be the owner of all. I only ask your love.” ? “That you have had during all these long years, darling,” said Rip, stooping and kissing her and his mother. The judge led the procession to the mayor's residence, wheve © he married Rip to Kairina, in the presence of a gaping multl- tude. Rip was still dressed in his tatters, yet his eyes evinced the happiness he felt. His mother embraced the happy bride and said she had always loved her as a daughter, but now she was doubly dear to her. In two hours from then he was married, a new suit of fine clothes were given him, and the skilful manipulations of a barber so wrought a change in his appearance that those who saw him married could scarcely believe that he was the same man, “Now you are my own handsome Rip of ten years ago!” cried Katrina, throwing her arms about his neck and kissing. him with passionate tenderness. His mother hugged and kissed him a dozen times, and then returned to her home. .The maddest man in Shadyside was old Fritz Van Winkle. He sat and cursed himself by the hour, for he had rejected Rip in open court, and still again three morths before that, and now he was son-in-law to the mayor and the richest man in the State, whilst he, the unforgiving father, was stripped _ of almost everything in his old age. One day he met young Rip on the street He would not have known him but for a friend who pointed him out. The new clothes and the barber had made another man of him. “Rip—my son,” he said, offering his hand, “let us pe friends some more as never vas, eh?” Rip looked the hard-hearted old man full in the face and | sald: . “No. Had good fortune not come to me you would not have | given me either shelter or a crust of bread. If you come to poverty I will aid you, but will never recognize you as my father.” a The old man swore a huge Dutch oath and ae on, leay- — eRe othe Ripiwrieh te ‘orld whe. Nad: Javed: bien throug) s,| good and evil report. _ Years have flown by since then, and Katrina has several Uttle Rips growing up around her, to whom she relates the _ {wonderful story of their father’s ten years’ nap in the mys- terious vale of silence in the Alleghanies; anf to this ‘day. Coase geatbe aa IWR ipo memiaeer nee y

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PLUCK AND LUCK. 21 es CURRENT NEWS When Léon Jean, a ropemaker, woke up at Cherbourg, France, on April 24, he was amazed t6\find himself in a hospital instead of at home. He had been asleep seventy- seven days, although he thought he had been in bed only a few hours. His present health seems good. The rapid growth of the castor-oil plant has become proverbial. Some commentators have declared that the plant known as Jonas’s gourd was the castor-oil plant. There are vast plains in Bengal covered with the oil-pro- ducing vegetable. Immediately after the monsoon, when the water has receded, the peasant rakes the mire and puts the oil-plant seeds in the ground, two by two.. The plants rapidly develop their great leaves and produce their fruit, which grows in groups of capsules, acquiring a coppery green color mottled with purple and rich carmine. When the hot sun has dried the pods they burst. The women and children watch the pods and, when the first erack appears, they are ready to catch the precious seeds within When the seeds have dried a few days the natives toast them, crush them in a mortar, and. plunge them in boiling water, when the oil rises to the surface. Two hundred fancy pullets belonging to W. F. Weems, a poultry raiser in the Piano district, were stung to death when a swarm of bees attacked them. The bees, which be- long to a land company, are brought to this district every year during the orange season. Several score other hens were so badly stung that they will die. After the bees attacked the chickens they continued down the road and attacked an automobile party. The bees were so thick that _after the car had emerged from the swarm the tonneau was literally covered with them. A curious fact in connection with animal life on the deserts of the American Southwest is that rabbits, quail, squirrels, deer, antelope, the mountain sheep and any num- ber of reptiles and insects live at great distances from visible water. The jack rabbit is specially notable in this ‘respect ; and, moreover, flourishes in regions without a par- ticle of green food in sight for miles and miles. It may be found, happy and fat, spending the day under a scrap of bush that makes little more shade than a fishing net. His » Lightning hunted twelve miles to find a victim, after »striking a telephone wire at Gettysburg, Pa., during a brief electrical starm. At Hanover G. A. Leach, a lineman for _ the Bell Company, was strapped by his safety belt to the top of a pole. He was holding one wire and another pressed against his body, forming a circuit. The lightning came along and knocked him into a state of\unconscious- ness, and he would have fallen to his death had not the belt held him until he recovered and was able to descend. It} skin js as porous as a piece of buckskin, and the heat is was not until some hours later that the cause of his uB-| snfficient erarcniciets Rae drop of blood in his body, yet Be pleasant experience was learned. ‘ he seems to get on very nicely. The local people maintain Baty: ayliee ; that no one has ever seen a jack rabbit drink. Men have Two Englishmen who arrived in this country recently| gone so far as to txamine the margins of waterholes in from Liverpool went into a barber shop on Juniper Street, | those ‘districts, with never a track of the rabbit disclosed ia, where they were charged $1.50 each for a| beyond where the grass grew. haircut, massage and shampoo. Peter Kearney, one of the men, had intended to live here, but he immediately started for Toronto, Canada, declaring he would never come back. James Saddler, his eee who went to live at . ea YM. 6, swore out a warrant and caused the a : of Edwin Fc ala the proprietor of the shop, charging buffetings of sea and gale for 123 years, yet she is almost ~ him with false pretenses. Townsend was held under $400] 88 Seaworthy to-day as when she first took the water, shortly “yail for court. He had been arrested on the same charge after the birth of this nation. This dean of all sea craft > eae? atkat Gscations: ‘ ‘is the British convict ship Success, the only prison ship in c Es ; oe existence. Some years ago a syndicate raised her from her eee - | grave at the bottom of Sydney Harbor, in Australia, where _Not far distant is the day when what was once a great| she had lain many years. Since then the old boat has been ‘and important crop will have died down to nothingpess—| Working her way around the world, being exhibited to the American hemp. Though raised here sincevthe earliest| public at prominent seaports along the coast. Captain D. H. Smith, her present owner, brought her to America last year her own sail. The voyage from England re- ninety-six days in the making, part of this time marked by mutiny, ghosts and other exciting in- When in her prime the Success carried many | thousands of felons to Australia, who were subjected to import-| almiost unbelievable cruelties in her black cells. She was e| afterward a floating prison in Melbourne Bay, Australia, Lying in the Hudson River, off Seventy-ninth Street, New York, is one of the oldest ships that rides the seas to-day. Her bluff sides and wide beam have defied the l her teakwood decks reek of horrors and pathos. All original instruments of torture are still on-board, The yer t t os ¥ ua th

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at Care ya eas) 7 oa “ ati” Se heeled ey PLUOK AND LUCK, . THE GIRL HE LEFT BEHIND | THE HERO OF THE 7th By J. P. RICHARDS, CS eae (A Serial Story) CHAPTER VI (continued.) “They will just have time to reach camp before: it is time to “turn out,’ Ugh, that must be dreadful, when one is tired and sleepy. But what a glorioys sail that was. 1 never had such a good time in all my life. I am sorry that _ the term is so near ended. Think of it, Freda, no more . school-days after next week. I don’t know whether I am glad or sorry.” mee See alt | depends upon how long the 7th regiment remains | in camp,” Freda replied, with a sly laugh. “If it breaks/ up next week, then you are glad to leave school, but if not, _ then you are sorry. Confess now, Winona, am I not right?” '. Wimona’s pretty face finshed hotly, and sitting upright she was about to answer, when there came a loud knocking at the ager, and once more Madam La Rue’s voice called f \ & “Young ladies, let me enter at once. This has gone far 4 woe heavens! it’s madam, and by the tone, she’s bilious !” Freda, clutching Winona “What in the world are we going to do?” he the door knob warned her that madam was in oe Mp i stand , and with a glance of dismay at her companion, she unlocked the door. we May, Miss Avery, I wish to know the meaning of -unladylike conduct,” she said, severely, thoronghly it of ay at last. Twice during the night. had she of her rest, and she was as Freda said, “very : I demand an explanation at once of the un- warranted liberties you have taken with Miss Coffeen, and I also wish to know why you are up and dressed at this early hour, a very unusual occurrence indeed. Now what have you to say for yourselves regarding the insult offered » Miss Coffeen ?” “The insult offered Miss Coffeen?” echoed Freda, open- t understand you. As for being up so early, we d at an unnsual hour—in fact, we were not able all after hearing that dreadful noise last night, breakfast was ready. There was nothing wrong in “scalpmgineaeengenn eyes very wide. “Why, what do you mean, madam? j- Fe ire eeienend val og Ue cree understanding here, and we are blamed for it. Please tell us what you mean, dear madam.” “Come with me to Miss Coffeen’s room, and you will see what I mean,” madam replied, frigidly. “It is a disgrace, an outrage, and I will not have such conduct in my school.” She led the way like an outraged queen, only she looked very unqueenly in her flannel wrapper thrown over her night dress, her bare feet thrust inside of slippers, her hair bristling with curl papers. The girls followed her, apparently the two most abused, wrongfully accused young | Persons in the wide world, to judge by their faces, when she stalked tragically into Miss Coffeen’s room, where © the enraged spinster sat on the edge of the bed muffled in a blanket, her face purple with anger. It was all that Freda and Winona could do to keep from | laughing, for with her bald head shining like a glass globe, and her sunken, toothless jaws, Miss Coffeen presented the | appearance of a mummy just resurrected. “What have you done with Miss Coffeen’s hair and : teeth, young ladies ?” demanded Madam La Rue, turning to them. “Restore them to her at once.” “Teeth and hair, madam?” repeated Freda, her eyes {opening in amazement, at the same time edging a trifle nearer the bed. “Why, how do we know? What upon earth would we want with the horrid things? We both are very much wronged.” “Wretch!” shrieked the frantic spinster in as loud a j Voice as she could without her teeth. “Wretch! How dare you stand there and utter such a bare-faced false- hood! TI will have—oh, oh, oh!” ‘Her voice died out in a perfect how! of rage, for she had caught a glimpse of a passing smile on Madam La Rue’s face, and conscious of her ridiculous appearance, she could control herself no longer. Reaching out one skinny arm she seized Freda, and pulling her down upon i the edge of the bed, boxed her ears soundly. “Mis¢ Coffeen!” cried madam, with a gaep of horror. “Miss Coffeen! I am amazed! You forget yourself! ‘Have I not forbidden you time and time again to strike a pupil? How dare you?” Miss Coffeen only glared savagely at Freda, who had partly fallen upon ‘the edge of the bed, apparently over- come by the blow. With the expression of a martyr she arose, saying sweetly: “TY forgive you, Miss Coffeen, for you do not know what you are doing. Dear madam, if you will ask her to look ‘for her -hair and teeth, or allow me, I think we can prove . fo you that we are not guilty of what you accuse us,” With ‘these words she lifted the bed spread, and there ly the missing wig and false teeth. gn see, Miss Coffeen, how unjustly you have accused these Sar gitle,” Madam La Rue said, with a great show ie cigeite.: -“Tn order to atone for it, you must, when the ask their forgiveness. You may re- o' suppressed laughter, and when they entered the breakfast * aw te en el pr Miss Cof- Pe Ie ee ee a! d with a saintly smile. * - The two madeaps crept back to their room, shaking with >

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PLUCK AND LUCK. gg THE CLIFF DWELLERS OF ARIZONA. world, but he soon loses this in the contemplation of his surroundings. It is as if he were transferred for the hour into some ; Country and elime remote, abounding in forms and sights : f tesque. Tt is over two years since I first visited that great plateau ; a é ; lying: west of the Little Colorado or Flax River, in north-), ["e ‘ees and shrubs are of a variety wholly different -ern Arizona. j trom those just left on the heights above him, the birds of a ; - | gayer song and more brilliant plumage, with here the skele- _ At that time mail service extended only to government’ ton of some monster beast, and there massive horns. forts and mining centers. Aside from the mail-coach, the! Continui q P mode of travel acstack 4, | . Continuing the descent to the bottom, he finds great only mode of travel was on horse over narrow, winding | . ; te : aie Ave rafts of logs piled high by the floods of former years. One trails, ‘The first United States mail line established of these great drifts, fired by an Indian or some adventurer through this section in the spring of 1882 was repeatedly! ji. 111 ond decolate mace F ning baat 5 selisad: by ranked hi + lies a black and desolate mass. Far up the frowning cli Bisont y masked highwaymen, and was soon afterwa | Walls have crumbled and mingled with the heaps of ashes tinued. Near the aga thriving town of Flagstaff, and blackened half-buried trunks of trees. . rier in eoces pd Leona 46g! robberies were com- peated in the walls of these cliffs, in a broader and more : ; ; cheerful t of the tort rge, are the ruins of the The wildest disorder and lawlessness prevailed. The! cliff Silioss ig Patong és cemetery, on the gentle slope of a pine-clad hill just west creat cay in the strati- of the tow8, conial bis Neuen bran es poktaaaa Some freak of nature has left great caverns in the strati and desperadoes who met a viol : jfied rocks, affording only floor and roof, leaving for the of railwa ities ls ag Eee sesh 19 She palmy days cliff dweller the simple task of dividing this space by Walls The yeh thi Geuih eerie wlahdite sesnama. Gn oe fancy or necessity. The eee pon a the cont: and settler, mcd b ant “ cease an stone, and bear evidence of some skill in construction necontractar See ozs penetrated >} and rare ingenuity in location. . killing the settlers, scattering and driving off the flocks and wed . : PE Every foot of space so covered is inclosed, even though pLael gee sc 4 beautiful valley south of the At- the onter walls stand upon the very brink of the yawning Jan c Railway. ’ ae ths below. Mr. John W. Young, son of the late prophet and leader = : ws : : 4 Hi enlightened mother, perhaps, has ever visited this of Mormonism, who was then a prominent contractor, con-| spot Re asking how those people could rear children structed a fort for the protection of his workmen and! jn such a place. = %, needs The dwelli extend a mile along the ru , jutting a fort was named after one of the patron saints of} sides of the ae, far dowidis ite ried ay Mormonism. It is now the headquarters for an extensive | dreds of feet from the bottom. They are constructed in eaitle range. P tiers one above the other, and oceupy each side of the gorge. The’ entire section of country is dotted with towns and} There are six tiers in all. _ villages of a substantial character, containing schools,| This ancient city is accessible from only one or two - churches and printing offices. points, and for only two persons at atime. It is the largest _ ‘The country ranges from 5,000 to 14,000 fect above the} Pueblo known. Although it has been visited by tourists ~ sen, has a delightful temperature, abounds in all kinds of | 24 travelers from every quarter of the civilized world in wild game, and is strewn with the ruins and relics of pre- the past season, many of its dark caverns are yet a mystery p historic races. In scenic beauty it has few equals. and have never been entered by a white man. Having once _ Three hundred and forty miles west of Albuquerque, on gained access to one Tow oF tier, it is necessary to travel to fa ‘the Atlantic and Pacific Railway, is Flagstaff, now a pros- “a end of it before gaining access to the one above or "_perous and growing town, centrally located among the most | "°°0W it. t this section. While it is an accepted theory that these ruins are the _ The pride and boast of the town is the ancient city of} former homes and dwelling place of some race now extinct, is Cliff Dwellings, in a mountain gorge some eight miles east it seems more reasonable to suppose that they were the . pyillaze, retreat of some vanquished people, who here sought refuge : sant drive, affording much ti __;,' ftom the fierce nomadic tribes that roamed these wilde at sigure“b Erste’ shee toe winliae soa Jeads! & time so remote that history bears no record of their wars. Nilgtcnate. strettlien’ of. forest” ved penile glades.| Their descendants may yet be found in the Pueblos or 1.deer and wild turkey are here in i Cliff Dwellings i). _ As recently as nine years ago there were only thirteen ; j Motor omnibuses ranning in Londou. Now there are more the an-} than 2,600..and the number is being increased at the rate of the of about thirty each week. One company alone expects forex {0 have aver 4,000 such vehicles running as soon us they ~~ Fean be: produced and licensed. Nearly 70,000 motor vehi- ealing les of all. jons have been licensed by the London 7 By Horace Appleton. — et a

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i —oR— . , The Wonderful Adventures of a Boy Bicyclst By WILLIAM WADE. (A Serial Story) CHAPTER VII (continued.) ‘Horace caught Sylvia in his arms and kissed her, bring- ing soft blushes to her fair cheeks. The words he = murmured he scarcely knew the purport of, but they came ___ from his heart, and were to Sylvia a revelation of the sweet secret that she was beloved. Re? “Horace,” she said, as he released her, “surely we can see Providence in this. I never thought of the Indian totem. It was chance alone that brought it to light.” “Yes, yes. But hearing what the chief said, knowing that to the red men of the desert the secrets that are “sealed to the white men are like open books, the thought 8 came to me that perhaps these Indians know where the __ ownerless ‘valley is,” replied Horace. Be The Apaches stood apart and watched the young couple ees and listened to all they said. Several of them besides the chief seemed to understand. They exchanged significant “23 ° cep ctheoacae gu dempeeincdaaliaepaiptei tors pee ae But Sylvia broke in upon their discussion, almost as soon A ee. hi had spoken and understood what he meant to : oCnict,” she said earnestly, , “Do you know of. a little valley hidden away in the midst of the lava fields, where i there are green grass, trees, flowers, and sweet flowing a streams, sagen wera pene tomer axrend sn Oe Be oasis?” “Ugh! It is the valley of the spirits. There alecps _ Taklahoma, the father of the tribe, and the warriors who Sagi AG ti eee the bearded. white men came fowt _ into our land. ee aero - chief in low, awed tones. ; “Hester—waits for me and my white aot Will the ‘There was a moment’s silence while Sylvia and the boy ‘ So args eanaed epee suspense to hear the answer of 4 chieftain who held their destiny in his hands. young couple noted that he had shown no sur- Soot seas be heat nan ld War no Sap evan Se ee tee oe ae ee inferred the chief must have. Sadie: her proceeded in silence. At length Horace asked how far it was to the valley in the lava fields. In broken English the guide answered : “One sun, maybe dark come “fore get there.” So the wanderers knew they had strayed far out of the | right course, They journeyed on until the dawn came. Then they halted. The half-breed carried a supply of jerked venison and a skin bag filled with water. He shared the food and drink with the boy and girl. But he seemed reserved and sullen. He, would not talk, save to answer direct questions as briefly oe possible, and he sat apart, while it seemed to those who depended upon htm to guide them aright that he regarded them with far from friendly glances. as. _ They had resumed their journey after the morning halt, when the half-breed, who was some little distance pea was seen to halt and leap from his pony., Then he went — cree ping along the sand as if he were searching for some- y he sprang up, remounted his —, k NE ain anit the guito-mne}: liane Jounal & tall OB ee ene rohaee rar ae A 6 N ¥ & i ’ TAS Le

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PLUCK AND LUCK. 25 ITEMS OF GENERAL INTEREST _ Through Seibert’s wonderful pitching the Midshipmen|in the amphitheatre cheered and hissed him furiously, ' easily defeated Cornell at Annapolis, Md., on April 9, by a| according to their political sympathies, until he left the * seore of 4 to 0. Not a hit was made off his delivery and}ring. When the people made their exit fighting between hot a man reached first base, while, in addition, he struck|the monarchists and republicans began outside the doors, out thirteen men, and as practically everybody in Lisbon carries a weopan : oe St EES there was much shooting and many persons were wounded. Orvie Overall, the once great pitcher, has reported to The troops of the garrison were called out by the authorities the Cubs, after being out of baseball for two years. Overall and eventually succeeded in clearing the field. ' weighs 235 pounds, but said he would be down to his proper Sea UE Sha kaki : > weight within two weeks and ready to pitch. He has An announcement of vital interest in the world of elec- developed a “spitter” which he says he will practice hard trical science was made at the meeting of the American to perfect. Philosophical Society the other afternoon. Dr. Michael I. Pupin, of Columbia University, inventor of the famous “Pupin coil,” informed the savants present that he had produced a machine which, by overcoming the absorbent qualities of the atmosphere, would strengthen the feeble Perhaps the highest price paid for a sermon goes every “year to a German preacher, who discourses on the good deeds of a French baron named Favart, who-died in Elber- : r feld in 1690. Favart left money for this purpose, and the| W@VeS of wireless telegraphy messages and thereby facili- interest now amounts to $4,600 per annum, which goes to tate long distance communication. It was the first news of the preacher as his reward. his discovery given to the public. Dr. Elihu Thomson, in charge of the General Electric Company’s plant at Lynn, Mass., thought it meant the possibility of sending messages outapletly around the globe in the near future. ~ Four military aeroplanes, piloted by Lieutenants Reim- _ bert, Cheutin, Jolain and Benoist, of the French Army; arrived at Biskra, Algeria, on April 17, after a 500-mile ‘round trip over the Sahara Desert. One of the machines A premature explosion of dynamite occurred on April - earried Colonel Boutteaux as a passenger. The entire 19, between the Pedro Miguel locks and the Miraflores _ flight was made without an escort. loeks of the Panama Canal. Three men were killed and eae twenty-three wounded: About 21,000 pounds of dynamite, Charles Smith, a painter, nearly died in the vault of the| filling ninety-six drill holes, “let go” from some unknown new South Norwalk Savings Bank, South Norwalk, the} ¢@use. The electric wires were not attached, and the only other afternoon. He accidentally shut the door, the bolts explanation seems to be that a sulphur formation at this fell and the time lock set so that it could not be released | Polmt had generated heat. The explosion occurred just at - ‘until the Sierae morning. It taok three hours before| the moment that notification had been sent to the foreman : bank officials and a babe could be brought and the vault that everything was ready for the blast. The material ‘Smith was found helpless on the floor. He was|>roken up consisted mostly of hard clay. ‘Had it been rsically a wreck, having almost gone mad. So deep were| FO9k, the rock gang would have been annihilated. The be Bi walls that is cries could ‘note heard and he had no| ¢@8ualties were confined to laborers from the West Indies that he had been missed or that any attempt| #24 nearby places. 2 was b g made to get him out. HEY wee Tailors are receiving orders from their customers that at Oa is, at ot oe fuliste Wikeata of March 12, 1888,| least one asbestos pocket be placed in every suit and every EE years ago, Mrs. Wilbur Shaffer, of No. 414) overcoat they make, as a result of the new “no-smoking” Street, Newburgh, lost a pocketbook containing | Tule of the Philadelphia Rapid Transit Company. A wide - No the following day she advertised the Joss, but tailor placed a large order for s i me it bs g of her cash until the other day, when| #sbestos, and when if he had been employed to make } Bed gach oa ipso. ior goer Mrs.| 8M Asbestos suit he explained: “Why, some of my cus- $ t had forgotten the incident. The man said he had| tomers are bringing back their overcoats to have the asbes- sere 91 sd. bad pen Tes adchimenangt, ut ot set tos pocket fixed. They want the pocket as a saving in cigar ne did not ¥ ce ec ee mee Soon after that he| bills, There is no danger to the clothes, as there is a little ‘ewburgh and w and had not been here since-| flap on the asbestos pocket that makes it partially air-tight, iis ; "toile i 3 Rap iatie’ and the cigar, without air, goes out almost as soon as it is e placed in the pocket. It smokes very little, and there is no | danger that the conductor will attempt to put off the pas- pocket.” ‘The tailor said he got the Lt ae } ‘

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“> Oe v Ray Zuckerdot, a two-year-old girl, of No. 292 Second _ Street, New York, died the other night in the Presbyterian Hospital with a needle through her heart. She had been ill for a year, but the cause was only recently learned, when X-ray photographs showed that the needle was pene- trating the wall of her right ventricle. The parents, Mr. and Mrs Samuel Zuckerdot, believe that the child swal- lowed the needle while being wheeled about by a Jaci girl neighbor. John Brosseau, a Canadian, died at Marinette, Wis., and was buried in potter's field. Relatives came here recently and for the first time it wag learned that he possessed an estate of $60,000, Brossean’s father left the estate to the son, but placed control of it in the hands of the wife because of the son’s intemperate habits. It was provided that he should ‘receive a dollar a day., Angry at the pro- vigions of the will he left Canada and came here. He was a wood chopper and was widely known in the lumber dis- fait, He died of tuberculosis in the poorhouse. a Mie ELE iets erty Le 5 RY eA es Lge dee Le ae eet 2. oe — “ ar) Tt is said that at one time the Icelanders taught tame bears to jump into the sea and catch seals. In China birds do equally well, for at a signal they dive into the lakes and bring up large fish grasped in their bills. In Greece the fishermen use branches of pine steeped in pitch and light- ed; the inhabitants of Amorgos used cypress-leaved cedar, which served, when lighted, as a lure; and the Chinese mi . fish in the night with white-painted boards placed in a -' manner to reflect the rays of the moon upon the water. »\ "Phese attract the fish to the boat, when the men cast a large We ‘net and seldom fail to draw out considerable qari: __- Anchovies are fished for in a similar manner. as po < Frank P. Cady, Deputy Game Warden, and Joseph Milli- aan, his assistant, were shot and severely wounded near ' Susanville, Cal., on April 27, by Indians whom they had arrested at Tule Lake for violations of the game laws. An ‘Indi: The officers had arrested leven Indians and were ‘them to Madeline when a. t struck Cady on the head, and snateh- him through the body. Milligan was shot ‘Tndians, carrying the body of their dead ' by Sheriff ngs b : PLUCK AND LUCK. NEWS PARAG RAPHS and when at length he was dragged from the burning building he lost control of himself and was taken to the hospital under guard. A sentry discovered the blaze short- ly before midnight. The barracks, located in the west can- tonment, were occupied by four families. The flames swept the frame structures, and the sentry could only warn three of the families in time. When he reached Schall’s quarters they were a mass of flames. The great rapidity with which the fire spread was caused by the ex- plosion of a quantity of gasoline in one of the barracks. The appointment ofa woman as receiver of the United States Government’s land office at Leag@ville, Col., and Seeretary of the Interior Lane’s remark that “money can be more safely handled by women than by men” have aroused considerable interest in London. Heads of busi- ness firms have been interviewed, and the general verdict is that women are astonishingly honest. Mr. Lawrie, man- aging director of Whiteley’s stores, said that in fourteen years’ experience he had not known a single case of dis- honesty among the women employees, and that could not be said of men. Women, he added, were quite loyal, but they perhaps had fewer temptations than men with fam- ilies, “Between the ages of 25 and 30 women are often superb in business,”, he commented, “they may not be as enterprising as men at the head of a firm, but as heads of departments they are often unrivaled.” Another international military aviation incident oc- carred on the France-Germany frontier the other morning, when a German army aeroplane alighted on French terri- tory at Nord Arrancourt. Two German officers in uniform were on board. These were Captain Devall, Chief Inspec- tor of Aviation of the German Army Division, whose head- quarters are at Darmstadt, and Lieutenant von Mirbash. The loca! military police and. French customs officers hastened to the spot, and Captain Devall explained to them that his gasoline had become exhausted, and he was com- pelled to descend, but he had thought at the time of land- ing that he was on the German side of the frontier. The Deputy Prefect of the town of Lufeville and other French administrative officials made an investigation into the affair, and meanwhile the German aeroplane was kept un- der detention. The French ministers of war and of the interior were communicated with, and after they had heard the report of the civil and military authorities decided that the landing was unavoidable. The aeroplane was released rjand returned to Germany. Instructions from the French e | oreion Otte at sh the: iniereval teow want to Pilon, Cae ‘|bon, French Ambassador at Berlin, who ‘was told to call — a| the attention of the German Government to repeated —

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PLUCK AND LUCK. 27 TIMELY TOPICS LARGE CONSUMPTION OF CIGARETTES, | "The. Commissioner of Internal Revenue reports that ia Ging the first seven months of the current fiscal year '8,500,000,000 cigarettes had been consumed, 2,250,000,000 more than in the same period last year, and 12,000,000 pounds of chewing and smoking tobacco in excess of last year. In the seven months 38,864,000 barrels of beer were * consumed, an increase of 1,800,000 barrels. SCOTLAND’S JURIES. ga) ar ragga a Re ancy 3 ee Each side has five peremptory * shal of which no more than two may be exercised upon special jurors. The challenges for cause are without . limit. The verdict need not be unanimous. A majority suffices. Three yerdicts are permitted—guilty, not guilty * Sesoney egies paar American candy where real popcorn can be had fresh for the first "time in the history of Paris. The “popper” is wielded daily - by & white-clad cook in a conspicuous position just inside window, and a egs. ~Sussvarge of visitors have already elsh rarebit, a siete be had every night. also will be provided. Se “popcorn store” is a young writer of has been in Paris the shop to study. a {the art of a great many of the Olympic events. For in- stance, among the Americans and Swedes there are dozens of men who not only beat our best pole jumpers, but by an Outrageous margin: The athletic advisory committee con- siders our running spoiled by what is called the Oxford Stride as opposed to the Stockholm stride. . In hammer throwing our athletes improved by thirty feet after a little instruction from American athletes, and similar improve- Ments can be achieved in other events.” ARMY POST FIRES. Perhaps. the low percentage of fires in the army is. di- rectly due to the fact that guard duty is never suspended, Tn daylight and dark, during peace or in time of war, armed sentries walk their posts, scattered everywhere over the garrisons: Falling asleep while on guard is a serious offense, Therefore the guards are always alert... Never is a sentry mounted on a post without a caution to look ont for fives. One of the first charges of a guard’s general orders is ‘onein which he is cautioned to keep a sharp watch for fire. His first duty in case a building is occupied ‘by humanity is to warn the occupants. Next he turns in a general alarm. And when the fire call is blown by the trumpeter at the main guardhouse every male member of the garrison, except the guard, is compelled to hurry to the scene of the fire, no matter where it is and uo matter how he is dressed. * It is not. necessary that a man should be in regulation uniform to respond to-a fire call. Military fires do not wait for antagonists in full dress parade costume, any more than city fires procrastinate while the members of the depart- ment make careful toilets. Once a week, sometimes often- er, in eyery military garrison, large or small, throughout ‘conntry—and there ate several kundred at home and in our possessions—a fire drill is held. Nota soul save the commanding officer is. advised of what hour of the day or night or.on what day of the week a fire call will be blown. As fires do not give warning of their coming, it is obviously advantageous that a fire drill should be as uncertain. When the: fire call goes, either for drill or for a fight for life andl property, the soldiers rush out of their quarters, leave their posts in the company kitchens and on the drill picking up fire buckets and fire axes as they go -limsthe race for the fire station. Some may be hatless, some coatless and others shirtless. But it is an honor to be iy aca ga ag ae All the

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~ she eh 2 a a 7 ' ou i EP te . - PLUCK “AND LUCK. ae. - INTERESTING NEWS ITEMS ANOTHER AVIATOR KILLED. The German aviator Dunetz was killed on April 24 at _ the Johanisthal. Aerodrome, in the suburbs of Berlin, by ‘ falling from a considerable height when flying in his aero- plane. Princess Eugenie Shakoffskova, a certificated Rus- sian air pilot, and Vseveled Abramovitch, a Russian avia- tor, also fell while flying at Johannisthal lately, and both were injured, Abramovitch very severely and the princess slightly. Their machine collapsed at a height of thirty feet and dashed to the ground. The death of Herr Dunetz is the 255th in the annals of aviation and the 37th since the beginning of the present year. >. = : WINE TO MAKE HENS LAY. It is reported from France that Professor Joubert, of the Agricultural College at Fontainbleau, has discovered a simple method of making hens lay. It appears that the professor feeds them with wine in addition to their ordin- ary food. A series of elaborate experiments was conducted by Joubert, and these produced, it.is said, the same result in every case. In each instance he experimented during the four winter months with two sets of twelve fowls of the same breed, adding bread soaked in wine to the food of one of the two sets of twelve. In every case the wine-fed hens Jaid more eggs than the others. % pret, > _PRANK GOTCH MAY WRESTLE AGAIN. Prank Gotch, world’s champion wrestler, is in hopes th his wrestling days are over, but he ‘has stopped ‘using the I word “retired.” The champion so expressed himself while stopping off at Des Moines on his way to Humboldt from Kansas City, where he made a monkey out of another foreign challenger when he dumped George Ehrich a couple _ of falls in less than a half hour. “There is a possibility | will wrestle again on Labor Day,” said Gotch yesterday, a “hut there is nothing certain. I would much prefer keep- ing out of the game. But when they come around dangling those big purses and begging me to throw these fellows it site? is human nature to accept.” he SOLDIERS AS CLERKS. | on efficiency, the correspondence is enormous. In the same way these soldier-clerks owe their pleasant. positions, with extra housing and boarding stipends, to political influence. For example, a deputy is asked by a neighbor to see that the latter’s son, who has just been ordered to join his regiment, receives a nice post at the Ministry. As there is no limit to the number of “nice posts” there, the request is usually complied with. This system not only removes from active service hundreds of able-bodied’men, but the men so fayored are expected to help the friends of the Deputies who are officers asking favors. The Minister of War hopes to be able to send these soldier-clerks back to their regi- ments by depriving them of what little occupation they have. In the future the application of an officer for future promotion, leave, etc., must be approved of by his superior officer, and then without any political recommendations be sent at once to the General Staff, where it will be acted on by the proper bureau. RARE BIRDS FROM JAPAN. The Kellerstrass Fatm of Kansas City has just imported from Japan a consignment of the Phoenix or long-tailed Japanese fowls. They are sometimes called Yokohamas. It is a very rare and ancient breed and there are drawings of them in Japan which date back prior to 1000 A. D. It is said that they came to Japan after the invasion of the Coreans about 700 B.C. There are some specimens in the Museum of Natural History with flowing tails that reach — ten to twelve feet in height. There are four or more distinct varieties, black, white, golden and duckwing. If Mr. Kel- lerstrass has succeeded in getting some of the really long and full-iailed birds he has succeeded where nearly every one else has failed, as this bird is considered sacred in Japan, A long-tailed one may be had, but not a really full- tailed one, the kind that possesses genuine beauty. It is a comparatively easy matter to get one or two exceptionally long feathers, but to get one where the saddles and hangers are all of an abnormal length is not an easy matter. The Japanese have a secret way of producing this length and some of the Hamburg fanciers copy after it to a certain extent by pulling the feathers from time to time. In this | way, it is'said, the natural mouth ‘is checked and the quill continues to grow. The hens in proportion are as finely feathered asthe male. These birds are supposed to be closely identified with what is called the Shinto religion, and according to Professor Dean in his travels, the Torii, of which there are many in front of every temple, were simply roots placed there by the worshippers to show the unneces- | bird their appreciation of its service, as by its crow it en- handled | ticed the Sun Goddess out of the place where she had shut stream of | herself in. They are also very careful of these feathers ‘io Le As a rule, when’ an them in many ways by wrapping in.very fine ool. As awutility - oT a ran curling them up, and sometimes they are wound :

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TTCH POWDER. » Gee whiz! What fun yeu can have with this stuff. Moisten the tip of your finger, tap it on the contents of the box, and a iittle bit will stick, Then shake hands with yeur friend, or drop a speck down nis back, In a minute he will ; feel as if he had the ‘ seven years’ itch. It will inake him geratch, rear, squirm and make faces, But it is perfectly harmless, as it is made from the seeds of wild roses. The horrible itch steps in a few minutes, or can be checked immediately by rubbing the spot with a wet cloth. While it is working, you bg be apt to isush veer = 4 buttons Y) rice cents « box, by mail, WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St. N. ¥. GOOD LUCK BANKS. Price, 1c. L. Senarens, 347 Winthrop St., Brooklyn, N. Y. OL CACHOO OR SNEEZING POWDER. The greatest aker them all. A ome ck ~ when of this powder, in 8 ne witli everyene to sneeze withkeut anyone knowing where it comes from. It/is very light, will Neat in the air fer some timo, and penetrate every neok and cerner ef a teem. It is perfecttly harm- less. Caches is put up in bettles, and ene Dettle contiiing enough te be used from 10 te 16 times. Price, by mail, 10c. each; 3 for WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N. y, $$$. x-RAY WONDER pipe-stem, the lead in a pen- 4 e principle on . = which it Ae reraree cannot losed here, but it will afford no end of Bas tor any person who has one. “rice, 1§ cents each, by, rail, postpaid. H. F. LANG, 1815 Centre St.. B’kiyn, N. Y. THE SWIMMING FISH Here is a fine mechanical - toy. It is an imitation gold- Pireee: fish, about 4% inches long, ‘ own optics! illusion. In use, you apparently see the bones in your hand, the hole ‘ ny eg oe ree and the macht y wig: and prope! it cont when tr runs down tt paid. C. BEHR, 150 W. 62d St., New York City. — LAUGHABLE ane TRICK is the eggs ca ameunt | cause | his is @ wonderful Ittle| in a) for one of his ex- | Accuracy | Penetration The World’s Record Holders Remington-UMC .22 cal, cartridges have broken two records in two years. The present world’s 109-shot gallery record, 2484 ex 2500, held by Arthur Hubalek was made with these hard hitting .22’s. They will help you, too, to break your best shooting records. Remington- UMC -22’s are made, too, with hollow point bullets. This increases their shocking and killing power. ne Remington- UMC—the perfect shooting combination REMINGTON ARMS-UNION METALLIC CARTRIDGE CO. 299 Broadway, New York City RAVELLING JOEE. / Yards upon yards of iaughs. PF ROV L Don’t miss it! Er 7one falls for f° the fretg : mi = TRIAL, : this one. It col of a nice lit IT ONLY COSTS one cent to learn ow i bobbin under the lapel of your cos and puli the end of the thr : a bicycle or } through your button hole, then | Watch your fr to pick the | : Piece of thre@. \0: your coat. | Bnough said! Get one! <=@, 12c. each, by Postage stamps takéf same as money. | H. FP. LANG, 1815 Centre St., B’klyn, N. Y, = a deine 7 | INDIAN FINGER TRAP. A couple can be joined together and their + / gle to be released only makes ™&tters worse. It | will hold them as tight x @s @ rat-trap, and away, the tighter extra long. . Postpaid. BEHR. 150 W. 62d Ste New York City. SNAKES IN THE Grass rice, c. Something tirel new, consisting - fs six px myo red. om ty hs large Coes - bistel with Fab! nearly one inch in too. height. Upon light- acoep | with & match, you ; something timilar to a 4 of July exhibi- FREE BLUE ENAMELLED tion of fireworks. Sparks "Y in every direc- FLAG PIN. and lazily stretches out In the Sraas,. which last burns to ashes but th® Snake remains = BE Y¥ NOVELTY ©o., & curiosity unharmed. Sre not at all 208J Beverly Road, Breoklyn, N. ¥. get of Do you wish to earn $1.00 a day periments, As no spec- _ tator carries any, rn. An ordinary dust P@" 8nswerg the us Selig in. sentient, eames 822, Oe, fhe | Rowanlenty. Pees ct Mean gee packen in| BOYS ee gmeOhate ce aes" n ™ . pa ey onus ia repent ot uni ‘tix exes are | 3 boxes fe gee 1 oxen Fy gl a anf TAL and we will TELL you HOW. t is an easy perform, once a? W. 56th ¢ know how, and always makes a hit. Di- M, V. GALLIGAN, 419 St., N. ¥. 200 Claremont Ave., aoc ‘or working it. Price, 36° cents |—— = . GIRLS At3 NEW YORK. mail, F. LANG, 1815 Centre St., B’klyn, N.Y. CARTER AEROPLANE No. 1. Will fly on a horizontal line 150 feet! Can be flown the house, and will not inure itself nor anything LOTS OF FUN FOR A DIME Veutrlloquist Double Throat . Neigh like a@ horse; whine likea Le Abbe like a canary, and imitate birds and the field and ful invention. sold, Price: an.y 10 cents; 4 for 25 cents, or 12 for 50 gent, Deuble Throat Frenchtown,N.J | JAPANESE TRICK ENIFE. You can show the knife ang jactestty draw it across your » apparen cutting into the flesh. i a red ! | paring for the fatal hile another will stretch Out jae

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SCUTTLE RiP’s TEN-FINS. 1 JAPANTSE WATER FLOWFrs In each set there are m Vithout exception, the ten pins end two bowl- | hos most beautiful and ine ing balls, packed In 8) teresting things on the} speastery ornamented | marker. They consist box. W: one of these of a dozen dried-u | sprizs, hneatiy encased | lay ten-pins om your} in handsomely decorat- | ae Soom bogs just; ed envelopes, just a3 é. game, conte a package, by weil, postpaid VANISHING CIGAR. | This is a double whistle, pro- JALLIGAN, 419 W. 56t ay Se This cigar is made in @ueing loud but very rich, har- | - M, Vs GALLE : alee * exact imitation of a good | 6 ey pee by a rub- ent from ordinary whistles. It : er cord which, with the fg just the thing, for bicyclists HUMANATONE. | attached safety pin, is or sportsmen, ite peculiar double The improved Hu- fastened on the inside of manatone. This flute the sleeve. When offered will be found to be | f° ® friend, as it is about to be taken, it will the most enjoyable | ‘stantly disappear, article ever offered; Price, 10¢. each by mall, postpaid, nickel plated, finely | C. BEHR, 150 W. 62d St., New York City, polished; _ each put | wp in a box with ‘full | instruction how to | | tracting attention. It is an im- ported whistie, handsomely and will be found @ very useful and handy pocket companion. Price, 10c.; 3 for use them. Price, | 18¢., postpaid, WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N. ¥. JAPANESE TWIRLER, A wonderful imported peper novelty. By a simple manipu- lation of the wooden handles a number of beautiful figures can bbles can be blown. be produced. It takes on several It ia a wooden, cigar- combinations of magnificent colors, Price, 19¢., postpaid. WOLFF NOVELTY CO. . of . The vial is 20 W. 238th St., N. ¥. ) shaped blower, encas- TITTLE CHECKER BOARDS, | | / the after bubbie to come out, N ot SPRING TOPS into ter once the little bottle is Something new for the Price, Woe. each by mail, yo ig canker. So gan £ ‘ithout a st a ©. BEWR, 150 W. o2d St., New York City. SS This is a decided nove ey «ity. It fs of large HALF MASKS. J - ery ae of brass, and Valse-faces beaten «a mile! ‘ as a heuvy belance cents ‘by mail, They are made | rim. h r. zuere 1 4 “= and ee poe STG ete My se i tains 5 pened matin an ish iseheyfan | an as an outer cesing. The to f the tg ereneRe 2” Joismo- | that they can be carried im the pocket. They! Shank has a milled edge for wiuding it up Beautifully Mthographed and biack checkers, and ies When wound, you merely lift the outer cas- colors on @ durable Gs serviceable a3 fhe moat expensive) ing and the top spins at such a rapid speed quali of cardboard. caret ned tog or Ik @ TPES eee that the _balance rim keeps it going a long EA g, aad, sring, pertorstions; | joins in the ends "ull directions printed on | pms Without doubt, the handsomest end for 25e.. postpai4 7 FE tre St., B’klyn, N. ¥. | Price 12 cents each, by mail, post-paid 7 > LANG, 1658 Cen ‘ , lus. F. LANG, 1815 Centre St. B’kdym, N. ¥. DOUBLE CLAPPERS LITTLE ACCORDEONS The smallest, cheapest, market. It consists of and best sounding mus- a flat of ba oy : sont tetramers for the 1% x3 neatly | They are h y made of white wood, | Price, - This. pertect lit- severeh with imita-|¢ ae loner ant caretally rounded edges. tle accordeon has four leather. The! On each side a stee! spring 1s secured, with | keys and eight notes, eross-ber and ring !9 | fat leaden discs at the ends, They produce complete scale, upon aré nickel-plated. The object Is to} a tremendous clatter, and yet they can be! which you can play. al- fing off the bar, It absolutely | played even better than the most expensive about $x: most any tune. It is : ye mot in the secret. | bones used br eestais. The finest article ebou x 2% inches in size, and is not a toy, fun to be had Sits it than with any) of its kind on the market. Price 7 cent: a @ practical and serviceable accordeon in puzzle It is not breakable and | pair, postpaid, "3 | @very respect; with ordinary care it will last can. be Teor tn the vest : | for years, and produces sweet music and per- % W. 66th St., N. ¥. fect harmony. Anyone can | bed GALLIGAN, 419 yr with very little practice. etahiesipestic. 2) 3 f ; E ‘ : HW. F, LANG, 1815 Centre St. B’kiyn, N. ¥. aioaee 12 cents each, by mail, post-paid THE FLUTTER-BY. OLFF NOVELTY CO., 20 W. 26th St., Ne ¥. > TABLE RAISING TRICK This mechanica’ flying et es chine ls worked by & trick ever done ier pew principle. It looks magician. The p like @ beautiful butter- former owes meee , about 9 inches wide. THE NEW FROG JOKER, light ig Re rl best on its hrs Bae tA Bushels of fun! “FProgsy” has top. table clings| those of « menay. it will travel | got & very croaking and ins Win pond am 6 tie may swine coe alr but “as) feet n the moet | cy eee the ‘will not leave Batu manner, As Sil the | croak, one inetinetively” looks 3 g § ; HEE of profit a: } should a a oF eben. Pris | around for @ bullfrog. An amus= can to show that there smusement on wires tached. aa et Beers Sates See sei the t ~ Price? age Brkt N. ¥. | wheel ot the aoe pr etgs their Coat-sleeve or the back eof their ies poco BS ripping, gears 3 5 LIGHTNING TRICK em & severe shock, an i and pleasing flu- | they Ann ‘that theie: coches’ eee that ¢ othes are ways of the world are | sound and whole as before. A good joke 18 Matthew to make a gentleman's or lady's watch © the Ligh’ stem winder. With the frog concealed in your iy you take to be puzzling and | ween your thum take of the lid same time allow the ball of Se ae your friends that it is pane over the ratchet-wheel of the frog, when 2 the company you will seem to be winding assure « the watch, but the noize will startle them, for instantly empty the "twill “sound more like winding Barnum’a - whdiee ee & watch, and you can keep @ of these asc ed the one. Frice, 10e., 3 tor

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PLUCK AND LUCK. PLUCK AND LUCK ‘ —. . NEW YORK, MAY 21, 1913. TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS SGD COMB Soe oon, deci cc rsa pencuccdege ciecessteseedses og Cents One Copy Three Months .,........0.2:0ececereeeneer cone .65 Cents One Copy Six Montins. 2. 22.0.5... cece ccc e pent coe snes $1.25 Ome Copy One Vest. 0.8... ccc ccs cneec ce cenceeresens 50 ; Postage Free. HOW TO, SEND MONE Y—At our risk send P.O. Money Order, Check or Registered Letter; remittances in any other wor are at your risk, its daceot Serra Stamps the en as ee ML pollard bes wrap Coin in a separate piece o avoid cutting the env ope. oe your name and Tdaries piataty. Address letters ta Pepe neeenv: Prestinas : Frank Tousey, Publisher 168 West 23d St., N. Y. ‘ITEMS OF CURRENT NEWS The Maelstrom is the most famous whirlpool in the world, and is off the coast of Norway between the two islands Moskoe and Moskonas of the Loftoden group. For other six hours it flows from soath to north, and the result is an immense whirlpool. It is worst at very high.and very low tide. . he ate - _ Clinton Hiller, twenty years old, of No. 67 South Street, Newark, N. J., died the other night in the City Hospitel as the result of injuries received while playing baseball. was practicing with the ball team of St. Luke’s Church 7 ‘and was hit on the head with a pitched ball. At the hos-, pital it was found that his skull was fractured. He died ~ while being carried to the operating room. = Mthe key was one of the first things invented by man. a ox oe key was probably a thorn or splinter. After- ard fish-bones seem to have come into use. Wooden pegs oa The postage men say, and the vt When Governor Bleese left his office for a moment on -April 26, James. Johnson, a notorious yeggman, known.as “Portland Ned,” paroled the other day from a ten-year term in the State penitentiary for robbing a safe in 1902, walked into the corridor and disappeared. A government officer was waiting in the adjoining office with a warrant for his arrest, charging him with robbing the Plymouth, N C., postoffice in. 1898. ~Governor Blease granted his 627th parole to-day to a school’ teacher, who, with another woe man’s assistance, killed her husband with an axe while he slept. A bag of mai}, apparently consigned to Italy, was picked up.at Long Beach, Long Island, April 24. The finder, Jesse Abrams, of Christian. Hook, an ancient community im What is now known as Oceanside, at once informed the Postmaster General. Abrams was gathering driftwood when he*found the bag. How the bag came to be lost from a liner has caused much speculation. The theory has. been advanced that a mail clerk, knowing letters bound for Ttaly frequently contain money, looted the sack and then ‘threw it overboard. six hours the tide flows from north to south, and-for an-| * Engineers are now pointing out the value of cement grouting for repairing defective masonry, lining walls, and j makimg tunnel roofs water-tight. In Germany a well pol- 1" by infiltrations was put into satisfactory condition by.4eWering into it a sheet-iron drum, filling the space be- tween -the drum and the walls of the well with Portland cement, and ‘withdrawing the drum after the cement had set. The damaged masonry of a tunnel was repaired by injecting liquid cement under pressure. Air at a pressure of Seventy-eight pounds per square inch sufficed to force the cement into place. A man whose face was partly blown away by a sheJ! in # battle of the Franco-Prussian War, in 1871, has just been supplied with an ingenious mask, which effectively conceals the disfigurement. In place of the man’s nose and cheek bones were unsightly hollows. Doctor Jean Monod and M, Henri Valette, a sculptor, have fashioned for him an aln- |mintum mask, which is held in place by an invisible piece of mechanism. To give the mask a natural appearance it was Painted by a special process and molded to show wrinkles as in real life. It extends from just above the eyebrows to the Jower part of the cheeks. nd| An earthquake which lasted from 10 to 60 seconds, ae- cording to various reports, shook a wide section of North- e r ~ av by the agency of the a vee Hirer. New York.and Canada at about 7:30 P, M., April 28, some placés “a loud rumbling sound” followed the ‘There was a high wind and sea on the St. At Lisbon, N. Y., a religiou sect who — the end of the world thought they : iJ 3f-—

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PLUCK AND LUCK. THE NEWS IN SHORT ARTICLES I A “BACK YARD” FRUIT FARM. the little craft will leave Chicago, pass ‘down the Missis- ’ A hobby that is novel and useful occupies the odd mo-| sippi, through the Gulf of Mexico, and so through the ments of Dr. Fred Hatch, who lives at Thirty-ninth Street} Panama Canal and up to San Francisco. There is some- sie ‘and Troost Avenue. His sizable back yard is a smal]| thing very appropriate in the suggestion’; for it was in the _. orchard. Twelve trees are planted there, each of which search for a westward passage to India that Columbus set __ bears several varieties of apples. One of the most unique} ut on his classic voyage. On the last of his four voyages, ae is a tree on which Jonathans, Early Harvests, Winesaps| he reached the Isthmus of Panama, and his name is com- and Ganog are grown, Several of the other trees bear three | Memorated at Colon. The vessels ‘made the passage over "Varieties of fruit. Dr. Hatch obtained the buds from one} the stormy Atlantic Ocean and it is not asking too much ~~ of the best orchards in Jackson County. His experiments | that they should cross,the Gulf of Mexico and sail up the have been entirely sucessful. Before Dr. Hatch came to} western coast to San Francisco, always supposing that they study surgery in Kansas City he lived on a farm at Peru,| have been maintained in good repair during their long so- Kan. The greater part of the farm was an apple orchard | journ at Chicago. and Dr. Hatch is recalling his boyhood in his backyard oS RC “fruit farm.” _ A RAILROAD CLERK PENSIONED. Forty-three years of constant service in the employ of a BOATS SPEEDIER IN DEEP WATER. big corporation was rewarded in the pensioning of one of . Unaccountable though slight deviations in the speed of| the Minois Central Railroad’s oldest employees—a woman. ea Jed an English admiral to the supposition that the| For the last time in nearly a Half century of labors Miss ( of water might have something to do with it. He) Jane Fairman, one of the first women in Chicago to volun- : ~ made his first series of experiments in water which yas tarily accept a business life instead of a domestic one, says ; about 45 feet deep, and the second investigations in 2j.er| the Inter Ocean, dusted off her desk the other day and. about 250 feet in depth. Varying the speed of his boat| walked from the aceounting department at Twelfth Street ‘From 17 to 341% knots in, both series, he has established! to resume life as a woman of leisure in her home on to ta satisfaction that the depth of water "plays no part) Monroe Avenue. Miss Fairman’s record is one unique for rs é 1 rmining or diminishing the speed when it is Sreater | faithfulness. Her name was the first one of a woman to ae Bate 50 feet. Expetiments made in Denmark with abe entered on 2 the pay rolls of the Illinois Central. In ac- ; torpedo of 105 tons displacement and a maximum velocity | cordance with the regulations of the railroad Miss Fairman _ of 20 knots showed that 12 knots was made at a depth of | will be made the possessor of an annual pass over all lines "40 feet and 15 knots at 18 feet. The influence of the} of the company and in addition to, this she will be the is: 5 water's Aa pid on boats was not Agate ders, at 50 feet. —'| recipient each month of a pension which, it is said, will be - pe.” -- --_ Junusually generous. * aia, A CLEVER SCHEME. —_———— yg pear recently awakened to the fact that in the silent | NEED DOCTOR FOR ARCTIC. is The George Borup memorial Crocker Land expedition, which is to leave New York on July 3 to discover a new - but, ¢ continent north of Alaska, is in need of a physician and — they were of no value for detective purposes. J Tae aera ‘surgeon. Dr. Donald B. MacMillan, leader of the expedi- — ‘ada ar a plan. Foaiiest rae = oie! tion, has issned a call for volunteers. Dr. MacMillan had offe - tuk When bles eee eek believed that the entire party—five men—was complete. = a very simp ee cr Fi ET PS He had selected a surgeon, Dr, B. A. Viekery, U. 8.N. os meme am different Pree tc which the sitet now stationed at the United States Naval Hospital in Be vide. The son of St. apy to the Brooklyn. Dr. Vickery had agreed tentatively to be of the = seb ae: es Cre Sate _ | party, and Dr. MacMillan was congratulating himself upon of | having obtained the best man in the field, when Dr. Vick- 35 | _}ery sent word that he would be imable to go. It was an- ays “00 The nounced that when the party starts orth, on July 3, it ; ai: three passengers. They are Frank Patterson Judge Carroll H. Sprigg, of Dayton, Ohio, and A. ©.’ ‘Taunton, Mass. Mr. Patterson is a son of the } @ National Cash Register Company. Mr. Bent, pmecaves sms led hy the ita n

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