The Cincinnati Enquirer from Cincinnati, Ohio • Page 12

1 In 12 Invents a flying Hutomobttc. QTJEEB-LOOKIlfG MACHINE THAT IS CEOSS BETWEEN MOTOS CAB AHD AEROPLANE. 'Illustrated Cragcdy of the Range. HEBOIC ACT OF YOUNG MEXICAN DURING A STAMPEDE OF CRAZED STEERS. I Los Anfe) Tim.

the baluiy of May. tn the year 1808. and more fat and sleek, but tired, footsore steers were quietly resting. Some stood contentedly chewing, while many lay dosing In the rank alfilleria. on the great level mesa and down through the mou'h of the Canada Verdi out onto the broad fiats that He along the river near the center of the Cuyama Valley.

Only four days before they had been crowded Into the mouth of the narrows of the Santa Maria River less than 35 miles below, and with much urging had been forced through, over and among the rucks of that fearful gorge. These were beef steers, bought and owned by a noted buyer and drover of early California days. Lugi Marre, then of San Francisco, and were gathered from the but slightly replenished herds of many ranchos. even below the pueblo of Los Angeles as far south as the Mission San Juan Capistrano. Trailing along the Real.

Lugi Marre and J0 trained vaqueros driving and guarding, more than half a hundred saddle horses in the ca-baliada ahead, went over the Conejo and through the famous Oavlota Pass, Into the head of the Santa Maria Valley. Here they left the usual route that followed the old overland stage road and laid their course for the mining towns on the Merced. Toulumne and Stanislaus Rivers through the Coast Range by way of the Sam Maria Kiver gorge, known as the Narrows, through the Cuyama Valley and on over the San Joaquin plains. Old Antonta, whj was the chief cook the culinary portion ot this ouitit, had made camp beneath the shade of a large white oak tree that stands at the foot of the mesa bluff, where the Agua Caiiente Spring pours, down from the rocks and rushes to the river just below. It was near the noon hour, and over the con Is broiled and baked the meal and the crisp tortillas.

About lounged all but three of the vaqueros. inhaling the pleasant incense of the all but ready midday meal with the pungent smoke ot their cigarettes. Three stood guard over the quiet herd, and one of these, Jose Cal-deron. a fair youth scarcely out- of his teens the priue and pet of the older vaqueros stood beside bis horse at the summit of a sraau knoll that rose to the height of piobably 30 feet out of the smooth mesa, and that commanded a perfect view of this characteristic Southern California pastoral scene of that time. Off toward the eastern horizon, where the Sierra San Ralaei meets the sky and crowds close to tne lofty ML Finos of the Sieira I'elona, there rose to view tn the clear sky a small, dark cloud that came on down the canyon ot the Upper Santa Maria River, and in a few minutes nad spread out into a great.

mass that filled the entire upper end of the Cuyama Valley, shutting out from sight tu'e mountains above. A breeze blowing In from the Kern Valley over the low Paletta Hills drove the whole mass off to the south, where it hung low on he mountain ridge that forms the south wall of the Cuyama Valley. A phenomenon of nature, peculiar to tLat section, then took place. The atmosphere became oppressively sultry, a wind came up from the south and almost instantly the sky was tilled with rolling, tumbling clouds. There was barely perceptible quivering reflex of distant lightning.

The youth Jose, though young in years, had learned well the arts and ways of the range when a child watching the herds of his father down beyond the Colorado Desert in old Sonora, and knowing well what was due to happen with- tn the next few moments, with a grace Harpcomng tbe Rippo, NATIVE METHOD OF HUNTING THE MONSTER FURNISHED REAL EXCITEMENT. Wide World i the year 1807 1 was at lan- tyre, British Central Africa. business. While staying there I was Informed that a favorite pastime amongst the natives on Lake Kyassa was harpooning hippopotami I had on many previous occasions engaged in nearly all kinds ot big-came shooting. I 'had not bad much experience with hippos, and.

as 1 was given to understand that harpooning produced much more excitement than hooting them with rifles, I deeded to spend a few weeks with the natives who inhabit the country surrounding the lake. Baring- concluded my business In Blantyre, 1 engaged replenished my stock of ammunition, and commenced trekking north to Fort Johnson, the southernmost port on the lake, where we arrived after an uneventful Journey of four day. 1 was there advised to proceed up the lake as far as the mouth of the Rukuru River, which Is situated on the western side and known to be a favourite haunt ot Zeltuns. ful swing rat lightly but firmly in the saddle, his left hand grasping the bridle reins, his right instinctively feeling for the heavy rawhide quirt that hung at the pommel of his saddle, his bright eyes riveted on the great quiet herd below. There was a vivid flash of light.

Some mighty power had swung an unseen sword that cut a fearful sigzag gash through the semi-twilight and left a burning red scar, that remained in sight for an instant and then as Instantly healed. Jus began nervously and rapidly counting. Lis yet brighter eyes ever on that quiet herd. "Uno, dos, tr With a crash the very heavens tore apart. A rumbling roar swung off to thj south nd the mountain cliffs there passed it back down the valley.

Jose's heavily mounted ours raked the trembling flanks of his restless mount. He heard nothing, or saw those 2,000 and more fear-crazed steers plunge forward and sweep out onto the level plain. Directly across their course, a short half mile away, ran the small stream of the Santa Maria River through the deep alluvial soil of the valley, between perpendicular banks a hundred feet apart and 40 feet down. Had that onrushing bunch of crowding horns and hide reached there, a fortune would have vanished in an Instant. A score of proud vaqueros vould have lost caste among their kind and have been classed as gringos, fit only to companion with dogs and guard sheep.

At their front, crowding In closely, recklessly, rode young Jose. Swinging far out from the saddle, lashing and beating his squirt at the head of a brindle longhorn giant that as a yearling cropping swamp grass and tule in the cienegas down about the mouth of the Santa Ana had survived the drouth of '04. Close up rode Lugi Marre with the doubled loop of his reata desperately lashing the lons-horned heads. Closely following were 'Ju faithful, fearless vaqueros. yelling and slashing, in a hand-to-hand struggle to swing the crazed herd and circle it re re ichlng the river bank.

Within a rod of the bank Jose passed as he swung around with the moiling band, leaning far out from the saddle right over those long pjinted horns, beating and lashing more fiercely at the head of that brindle giant. And the battle was won. The feet of a near-winded mustang sank deep into the soft mound that covered a family home of the cute Utile valley chipmunk. A fallen sprang quickly to his feet and carried an empty saddle on around with the wild swing of the moiling. nerd.

Jose's lithe body as he fell hud met the upthrust of a steel-like point, where he hung for a moment, and then with a toss of that brindle giant's head was thrown heavily to the ground. Lugi Marre. jerked his horse to a stand and sprang to the side of the fallen hero. The others raced on around with the all but conquered herd. Within an hour of the time of that fearful crash of thunder those 2.0U0 and mora steers were peacefully grazing among the scattered clumps of Indian arrowwood that grew along the fiats, and the sun shone brlghthly over the vast and mag-, nificent Cuyama Valley from a clear1 sky.

Down near the river bank knelt Lugi Marre, with a silken scarf pressed tightly to the ragged wound across a dying lad's breast In a vain attempt to stanch the crimson flow. As the sun broke through the parting clouds and decked with glittering jewels ihe fair landscape freshly baptized from the heavens, Lugi Marre, bending low his head, heard from Jose's pallid lips these barely whispered words: "Yo le mandarta un mandaje a Anita, en Hermosillo. Adlos, adios!" And that faithful Sor.oranlan lad was dead. As the mellow Cuyama twilight slowly merged into the night the saddened, toll-stained vaqueros carried from the river's the last of the bowlders that form a stone cross that lies alone, beneath the constant vigil of the mountains, amid the solitude of the Cuyamas Valley. On ovr the plains of the San Joaquin trailed the great drove to its destination and to It destiny but the stone cross is there in the Cuyama Valley still.

It lies on a beautiful fiat near the center of the valley. Just to the south side stands the mesa bluff. On the other flows the river. Magazine. hippos.

After waiting two days we boarded a steamer bound for Kota Kota Bay, a place about forty miles south of our final destination. The passage was a very rough one, as it was undertaken tn June, the most windy month of the year In that part of the world. We arrived at Kota Kota on the evening of the fourth day. This place a low mosquito swamp Is an old Arab clave port. Its staple Industry at the present time being rice-growing, for which it is eminently adapted.

I was compelled to remain here for some days, owing. to a touch "of malaria, but when I had sufficiently recovered to travel I secured a relay of local carriers from the magistracy and trekked through a succession of swamps to the Rukuru, arriving there about forty-eight hours after leaving: Kota Kota. I pitched my tent, and then engaged canoes and harpoons, deciding to make, a start on the following morning. I ought, perhaps, to mention- that the na- live harpoon la made by inserting an iron spear at the end of a bamboo pale about fifteen feet Ions. When completed it THK' JS IKiiiK, OJLN ClN Ji ATI, A Ki A A oX 2lC 11 0.

somewhat resembles a cavalry lance. About a hundred yards of line la attached to the harpoon. The next morning we discovered several hippos about three hundred yards from the shore. Two or three were disporting themselves in the water, whilst others were (indulging In a sunny siesta on a sand bank near by. We Immediately paddled but as soon as we ap-Droacbed them the animals cleared off in all directions and went down in deep water.

It was not long, however, before the excitement commenced. I promised the naUves that the first boy who managed to harpoon one of the beasts should receive ten yards of calico, and this Inducement resulted in making them particularly keen. Ten minutes after the hippos had dived I heard a great shout and some tremendous splashing behind me. and on turning the canoe round saw that one of the boys had been suc-cessful with his harpoon. The beast he had wounded was towing the canoe hither and thither at great speed In ts frantic efforts to release itself.

We at once went to render assistance, but before we could reach the canoe the infuriated animal came up right underneath the frail craft and capalsed It, hurling its occupants Into the water. Althougn these lake-dwellers are expert swimmers, there was a dangerous possibility of their being unable to keep clear of the hippo until they could reach another canoe, but In this case they all contrived to gain one or other of the remaining boats. The who had harpooned the hippo still clung to the line, the end of which was attached to the wrecked canoe, now floating upside down near the boat which he had succeeded In reaching. The hippo had by this time become very savage, opening his huge, cavernous mouth continually and snapping at everything he saw. An Idea of the size of a hippo's mouth can be easily imagined when I state that they have very often been known to bite right throusn a native canoe, dividing it as though it had been chopped in half.

I soon saw that if another catastrophe was to be averted we should have to be careful to keep at a respectful distance from tho angry beast; but, although we did all -ve could In this direction, we could not prevent another canoe being capsised. The hippo made a sudden rush at one of 'he boats, and before the natives In It could get clear away they found themselves struggling In the water. Fortunately, however, they were also able to reach the other canoes In safety. After this we managed to dodge the monster for some considerable time, but eventually he came up right underneath my own canoe, precipitating us into the deep water. For a few minutes there was a veritable pandemonium, the natives shouting and screaming their loudest.

They did this, so they Informed me afterwards, in order to scare away any crocodiles that might be in the vicinity. We were compelled to swim about for nearly ten minutes before we were picked up by the other canoes, as, after the two previous boats had been capsized I told the boys not to approach within half a mile of the wounded monster. Luckily, however, we were all good swimmers, and the noise created by the natives succeeded In keeping not only the crocodiles, but the hippo himself, at a safe distance. It was how four o'clock, and, as were geting very hungry and tired, we decided to "buoy" the hippo until rue folowing day. This is done by tying a bundle of reeds to the end of the harpoon-line, and as these rushes are of a light yellow or dirty white color they ars easily distinguished and make a very good mark.

We left the hippo in about fifteen feet of water, and. as they very seldom haunt places where the water Is more than twenty feet deep, we knew that In all probability we should find ihe animal the next morning near the same spot. After we had reached camp and had a good 'meal I called the natives together to discuss the programme for the following day, and asked them If they had any sugestions to make. The head boy said that they wished to abandon the wounded hippo and And another that would give us less trouble; but as I was determined to get the one that we fir it struck, if at all possible, I finally persuaded them to make another attempt, although not before I had promised them' each four extra yards of calico. The head boy then told me that the hippo would probably be found ashore in the reeds, as.

when wounded, these beasts generally emerge from the water under cover of darkness. We were In the canoes soon after alx o'clock the next morning, and before we had been paddling more than a tew minutes along the shore the head boy, who was standing in the bow of the leading boat, discovered the reed buoy on the water's edge. This proved that the hippo had gone ashore during the night. We accordingly paddled back to" the landing stage and walked along the shore to the reed-bed. Here several of the natives went into the reeds to try to frighten the beast into the water, but the only effect their shouting had was to cause the hippo to open his enormous mouth and grunt.

I then asked the boys to approach more closely in a body and throw assegais at the beast. This thy did, and flnaly the hippo plunged Into the water. We then went back and launched canoes, paddling as fast as we could towards the spot where the hippo hal emerged. We soon got hold of the reed buoy and commenced pulling In some of the line, but as soon as the animal felt us pulling he started up the lake In a northerly direction, keeping under the water the whole time. After about ten minutes, however, he put his head above the surface to breathe, and was Immediately saluted with a shower of spears, although the only effect these seemed to have was to arouse his anger.

He at once went down and swam towards the canoes, but we saw him coming in the clear water' and gave him a wide berth. He would not leave us, however, And continually made attempts to charge the boats. Every time he showed his head above water the natives greeted him with showers of spears, and as a result he soon became perfectly furious. After three or four further futile charges he remained quiet for a re minutes, and some of the natives became careless, thinking that he was becoming exhausted. They quickly realised their mistake, however, for, without any warning, he suddenly charged the nearest canoe at full speed, and succeeded In getting his tusks through the bottom of the boat, ripping It completely open.

Luckily, they did not come into contact with any of the crew. The canoe immediately sank, leaving some of the natives struggling In the water. The unexpect ed rush of the huge beast had evidently scared them badly, for they quite lost their presence of mind. Instead of swimming to the other canoes, as I shoutsd out for them to do, they all made for ihe nearest boat, and, of course, swamped it in trying to get in. They were now In a terribly frightened state, aa the angry hippo several times came up quite close to them, snapping his huge jaws in his efforts to reach his attackers.

There is no more dangerous creature in the water than a wounded hippo, and every moment I expected to see one of the natives cut In half. However, to my relief and surprise he did not succeed in reaching any of them. The boys in the water were absolutely panic-stricken, and those In the boats nearly as bad. It was aa much aa I could do to keep the latter from paddling to the shore, leaving their comrades to their fate. Luckily, however, the beast now became much more quiet, and I could see that this time his- energy was nearly exhausted.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, we managed to get all the natives into the remaining canoes, and then made a fresh assault on the hippo. He seemed quite spent by this time, and soon 'expired. Quickly securing some extra assistance, we draggsd the' body ashore, where the tusks, which were exceptionally large were taken out. The hippo hda given us a terrible battle, lasting nearly a day and a half, and I did not take long to arrive at the conclusion that, after all, rifle-shooting was the most desirable method of hunting such beasts, and certainly the most expeditious and humane. Newspaper in HOW SCANDAL, POLICE STORIES ANdSjTHER ITEMS OF INTEREST WERE REPORTED IN ANCIENT ROME.

Pali Man Oaaetu.) IS 901 years ago since the starting of the first London newspaper, and the fact turns one's thoughts back to the of an institution that goes much further back than might have been supposed. If to our first parents we owe our desire for knowledge, then it is to Caesar, that we owe the first Western attempt to satiate that desire by means of a newspaper. It was a daily record of not only official news, but also of small scandal; the latest police news, the arrivals in the city, even the gossip of the countryside. There were also extracts from the latest speech of Cicero and the freshest epigrams of Martial. These last appeared by way of advertisement ot the author's latest works, before they should appear In collected form and be sold along with the latest thing of Ovid's, or those Improper little novels that came from Greece, in the fine shops which bordered the Forum's edge and stretched round the Palatine hllL It would certainly' have bored no one to have stroUed with Horace, that little fat man who.

as Buetonlus tells us. waddled rather than walked, his mind wallowing In the curiosities of life, and ever alert, since that memorable afternoon, when he was first buttonholed lest he should meet the famoue bore lying in wait at some street It would have been delightful to see the little man's eyes light up with pleasure at the sight of a friend who he knew would listen to his latest bit of eroticism, or waddle along beside him down the Applan way through the clean afternoon. Again, who would not lounge In the sllk-cur-talned Forum, surrounded by the masterpieces of Praxiteles, and there discuss the news that had Just been posted on the rostrum, exhibited for the Instruction of the crowd as to the doings of their betters? Then you would have sauntered out. In all probability, to Join the married women as they. too.

promenaded in the usual Roman fashion. It was this simple promenade that delighted the Romans and In Caesar's camp so astonished the Veroniaas that they thought the promenaders crazy and offered to lead them to their tents. In the city it had Its object. There was much to discuss, many interesting people to meet. Here were the fine shops which edged the Via Sacra, shops In which you could buy perfect silks and xylons for a few sesterces, also the essences and unguents so necessary when the gong ot bronz announced the opening of the bath.

There were also the yellow wigs for those who, by decree of the Ed lie, had obtained the "Ucentla stuprl." the right to the antique livery of shame, and were, as such, civilly dead since the publication of the XIL Tables. Useful drugs, too, were on sale In the porphyry arcades, through which fashion strolled hemlock, aconite, mandragora and can-tbartdes. It was there- wealth passed In Its chariots; nart men who smelled the cinnamon Instead of war; nobles, matrons and cocottes. To these, as well as to the crowd of the city and the provinces, Caesar, the Consul, gave news. Fortunately at that period the very name of China, with her corruption, her printing press, her powder and her tea, was unknown.

The Acta Diurna. or Daily News, was the work of litterarti handwork, careful and elegant, whether written with ihe stylus on papyrus or Inscribed on a wall coated with chalk (album). As we have seen it pictured tn that third-rate city, Pompeii, the citizens stand around, agog with Interest. This jack of a printing press was surely a fortunate circumstance, since it goes far to account for the epigrammatic terseness of the Latin style, tor the delightful endeavor to express in one syllable what the garrulous take a couple of phrases to misinterpret. Huebener, la lis dissertation on "The Acta JTiurna," has collected 45 passages from ancient authors, all ot which relate i Cbc Voice of tbe people.

JURY WHICH HELPED IN A LYNCHING BEE KNEW THE KIND OF VERDICT TO BRING IN. New York IN my early days I always turned eagerly to the newspaper ac- u. uuiau uyiiSlllgB, prise lJvl fights, murders and lynchlngs. It may have been because the editors featured these things, but moat likely I would have hunted them up If they had been thrown around In some obscure corner Just the same. The stories of lynching Impressed me particularly, they read so much like the days of the Terror In France.

There was the somber drama of the law striving to assert Itself, and the frenzied mob, with guns, pikes and torches; I could see the multitude, red-eyed, frowsy-headed; brawny arms brandishing weapons, fierce cries a rush, a sheet of flame chaos! That was my boyish idea of a lynching bee; something grewsome. dramatic, awful! In the course ot time I ran Into one of the affairs Just fell Into it as naturally as one would ride out to a baseball game. A newspaper had sent me up the country to look after some pumpkin show or corn exhibit I forget what It was, as I let It go. It was a small town, not over 8,000, but was quite a business place, had plenty of snap and go to It. Being proud of my job, I wrote the name of my newspaper on the register alongside of my own.

After supper the kid clerk grabbed my coat sleeve and yanked me out into the washroom. "Newspaper man?" he whispered, "Sort err' "Goln to hang a man here to-night. "What's the Joker "No Joke about It," he said, earnestly. "It's sure as death. Just keep quiet till night; then follow me; I'll put you rlgnt up in front; but if I do I'll want the exclusive right with the sale of papers." I stroUed around town and out to the courthouse square, but didn't notice anything amuniaL It waa a bright moonlight night.

Lovers Idled carelessly around the lawns; the balance of the population In the residence district seemed to be enjoying itself on tbe front porch. From lighted drawing rooms came the sound of music, mirth and laughter. I mention this circumstance because It developed afterward that about everybody tn town knew a certain man waa to be taken out oft Jail at midnight and hanged. But at the time the apparent nonchalance of the people mad ma doubt the authenticity at Cacear's Day; to these "Acta Popull." which Is only another name for this embryonic newspaper. They are all of a nature to Interest the public, reading or otherwise, even to-day.

Fortunately, they are told In Latin, In which language they had best The more ordinary relate to public affairs, the sayings and doings of political personages, notably Caesar's refusal of the title of King, the defection of Lepldus and the more notable cases before the Courts. Both Pliny and Ascanius relate the ease of Scaurus as having been fully reported: Dion Cassius relates the avidity with which men read of the punishments to which important persons had been condemned and the anxiety of the crowd to know whether they met their end as gentlemen or cowards. Tacitus mentions the newspaper, account of Claudius Pom eranlum, the extension of the circum ference of the city by erection of a new wall. Lampridius tells us that he got his idea of the fulsome adulation with which the Senate acclaimed Alexander Severus from the current Issue of this daily paper, a document which must have been, approximately speaking. 100 years old when Lampridius saw it, and mendacious at that.

There were extracts from new laws, decisions relating to provinces, and, naturally, passages from the discourses of the god of Rome. Under the empire there was the Court Circular, which chronicled the various doings of the Imperial house, the approaching accoucbements, the progresses, the funerals; not. however, the likelihood of the Emperor's death, as It was only the unwise astrologer who would care to draw such a bow at a venture. The Emperor Commodus. so Lampridius assures us (not that his knowledge was above suspicion) was Inordinately proud of his achievements In the arena.

No matter whether he were last in the race, it was to him that the palm was awarded, or rather he awarded the palm to himself, and then quite magnificently shouted, "Commodus Caesar, victor In the race, gives his c-own to the people of Rome." Then there were the falts divers, all the bits of Information In the city. Pliny cites the newspaper accounts of the funeral of the celebrated Jockey, Felix. The erection, fall and restoration of public buildings were recorded; so were the births, marriages and divorces In illustrious families; likewise prodigies and curiosities. The same Pliny ineers effusively about the record of a rlne of tiles, and because in another place an old priest swore that he bad seen the arrival of the first Phoenix In Rome Petronlua gives us an admirable parody of what the Roman got In his daily paper. It was during a feast at the house of that ostentatious plutocrat Trlmal-chlon.

who so far forgot his imperfect veneer of aristocratic good manners when In his cups as to describe the origin of his wife, much to that lady's discomfort, for she was still climbing assiduously and did not appreciate being thus given away in public. When Trlmalchion was sober he could think of little else save how best to Impress the world with his magnificence, and. In consequence, used to send for bis actuary, who read to the company a sort of proces verbal (tanquam urbls acta), of which the following Is a translation "VII Cal Jul: There were bom on the Domain at Cumae, which belongs to Trlmalchion, SO boys and 40 girls; 500.000 bushels of wheat were transported from the fields to the granaries: S00 oxen were used for the transport. On the same day the slave Mithradates was crucified for blaspheming the tutelary deity of Oatus, our master. The same day 10.000.000 sesterces were taken to the bank, because It was Impossible to find a use for this money.

The same day there was a fire the gardens at Pompeii, which originated In the residence of the farmer Nes-to," The last mention of this Roman news sheet Is In the late days of the empire. Voplscus. In his "Life of the Emperor Probus." knew of its existence, after which time M. Humbert thinks It disappeared along with such other literature as Constantine and his new advisers found Inconvenient Nothing similar appeared until that officious busybody Gut-tenberg began to flood the world with a literature that has been the outward expression of a great renaissance. For all that, the world, still curious, eyes favorably the work of Caesar the Magnificent, a work with which he instructed and delighted mankind, now well over 2.000 years ago.

and which, by statistical Inquiry, seems to have grown rather than decreased under ecclesiastical opposition. Telecraph. the clerk's Information. I went back to the tavern at 10 and found the clerk ready. "I don't believe there's going to be any doings to-night." I said, "Well, don't you bet that way." he returned confidently.

When we returned to the courthouse square we found a small knot of men discussing. One remarked that If rain dldn come soon the corn would suffer An old-like gentleman said It reminded him of the drought of '64. From crops they passed to religion. The foreordlna-tlon theory was scouted by all but one, who, in a desultory speech, proved that what was to be could by no chance jump the track. Surely those meek country folk had nothing sinister in their minds.

They I be the last persons on earth to violate any law. One in the little crowd was addressed as "Judge." He looked the part of a peace-loving Justice. Another might have been a country parson. Their voices were low, their tones kindly. They were the sort of men who packed in the wood and helped with disheshenpecked husbands.

I smiled at the absurd premonitions of my young companion. He had heard some scattering talk about town and had made a mountain out of It I yawned and made a movement to leave. He clutched my arm. "Let's lsy down In the grass," be whls- I had no other employment for my time so I threw myself In the yard beside him' It waa a lovely night Buggies and carriages were passing slowly to and fro by the courthouse square. The stone Jail was Jus a block north-somber to the shade of tadl trees.

Now and then men. who seemed to be passing casually, stopped and stood about the tittle crowd that had been discussing crops and religion and was now on the money question. Presently, almost before I realised It, one side of the courthouse yard waa full of men. Still the buggies and carriages slowly passed around the square, the occupants chatting unconcern, edly. Sometimes a vehicle would stop and the people In It would talk with those loitering about on the sidewalk.

Presently a taU, slender man, wearing a white, cone-shaped hat Joined the little clan that had been talking about crops and things, in his hand was a colled rope. They addressed him as "Cap." i "Come on. boys," he said; "they won't hoot" At that a curious thing happened. A little man mounted a stool he had brought with him and begged for a few minutes' attention. The clerk told me he was the pastor of one of the churches.

"Fellow-cltlxens men and he grandiloquently began: "hear me before you attach tbla awful stigma' upon our fair city! The crowd; la derisive tones, suggested that Tn fin Inn and hire a hall. Nobodyx seemed to seriously consider him. But, like all fractious little fellows, he was tn deadly earnest "If you dont listen to me," he cried will give your names to the grand Jury. I know every one of you!" With that the Judge pulled the stool out from under him, and he toppled over on the grass. He had done all that had been vouchsafed him to do for law and order right then.

But we were destined to meet'hlm again, and I have yet a most vivid recollection of the disagreeable realisation It brought to roe. The crowd swarmed in front of the jail, the man with the rope in the lead. The Sheriff and a line of deputies stood In front "Gentlemen." said the Sheriff, "stand back! I will protect my prisoner with my life!" Gallant words those, I thought This Is certainly getting Interesting. The Sheriff was a short, compactly built man, and his threatening muatache and beard would have made me quit right then and there had I been bossing the job. But the tall man with the alpine hat was made of sterner stuff.

Or perhaps he know better the conditions. "Quit yer funnin. Andy," he said, as he went up to him. "D'ye want ter dis'p'lnt all these friends o' your'n? And after me goln' a mile ter get this rope? I'm 'shamed o' you!" "You'll not get him." said the 8herlff determinedly, "except over my dead" "Oh. well' It was done so quick that for the life of me I couldn't tell how It happened, but tho next thing I saw was the crowd rushing over the Sheriff's body and pounding in the Jail doors.

The fore-ordtnatlon man was wielding the sledge. The sound of It rang out weirdly in the night and we could hear above It the terrified cries of the prisoners. The Sheriff got up and told the Captain If he wouldn't break in the door he would give him the key. He remarked that it would cost $4 or S5 to repair the door and that the County Court had a funny way of turning down bills unless he could prove by Indisputable evidence the necessity of contracting them. In a second or two afterward the prisoner was In the midst of the mob.

and a great shout went up. He was anything but what I had imagined him. He was little, swarthy and contemptible looking. But le didn't seem to be a bit frightened! The terrific yells Inside the Jail were made by those who were In no danger. I felt a touch of compassion for the wretch, and asked a bystander if there was any doubt as to his guilt "Not a bit on earth," he answered.

"His victim saw him this afternoon and positively Identified him. -Then there was another bit of evidence that makes It conclusive. As he left the house he wept through the kitchen and stole a sac" of flour. There was a tiny hole In the sack, and by this means the detectives traced it right to his house." So there was really no need for a trial, my Informant said. The little prisoner Insisted In a clear tone that he waa not guilty, but he didn't beg for his life.

He requested permission to kiss his wife who had been In jail with him but some one said she didn't want to see him, and they hurried him on to the railroad viaduct. On the way we passed several night policemen, who stepped off the walk to let the crowd pass. They didn't seem to be Interested. I walked on top of the viaduct, and was gazing down on the sea of faces when something fell at my feet; sharp voice below cried out: "Say. you! Catch that rope and make It fast!" It would have been unmannerly to refuse: besides I had worked on a cattle ranch and knew how to tie a knot so It would stay.

That tall, slim fellow had a way of ordering people around that made you think he'd shoot if he wasn't obeyed. So I tied that rope secure enough to carry its load. Then I moved off for fear I'd be asked to lend a hand In haul-' lng it up. But there was no need of apprehension. A hundred others crowded or.

the bridge, awaiting the signal to "heave ho!" At this critical moment the leader raised his hand, and there was an instant's silence. It was a solemn picture, out there in the moonlight. A long passenger train came by, the dozing people in it unaware of the tragedy so close to them. The viaduct was full of citizens and there were also many below, packed In close around the condemned. When he waved his hand for silence I thought he was going to give his victim another chance to declare his innocence, or perhaps offer a prayer.

But this strange colloquy occurred: "Now, WUllam Henry," said the leader, "we're at the last scene. This Is the final round-up. The rope's hitched up to the ties above. Would you rather we'd take you up there and let you drop down, or would you like it better if ths boys would hist you up? It's your funeral, you know." "You're doln' the Job. ain't yer?" asked the condemned.

"Yes. but I thought" "I ain't goln' to have a thing to do with It," said William Henry decidedly. "Jis' crack yer whip" "Let her went, boys," said Cap, motioning to the fellows above. And they did "let 'er went" with hearty good will "The man never made the least struggle. in fact it seemed like all the way through he tried to make it as easy as possible for his executioners.

The poor devil evidently thought he deserved his fate; possibly was grateful that they did not burn him. The crowd stood silently watching the uncanny spectacle. A clock over In town chimed the midnight hour. Then a youngster mounted the iron railing on the viaduct and screeched this out: "I stood on the bridge at midnight When the clock was striking the hour, While underneath me dangled The fellow what stole the flour." Next morning when I went down Into the little hotel office the clerk said: "You tied the rope to the bridge?" "IVhich rope?" "Innocent ain't you? Well, that preacher man. was.

up here this morning and cop-led your name oft the register. And he's got a hundred others. He's going before the Coroner's Jury this morning with his evidence. He says he's going to have everybody that took a hand In It in-dieted." That was a refreshing bit of news. The marked prominence of my position while tying the rope to the stringers occurred with sickening force.

I had followed the crowd, thinking the thing unanimous. I had forgotten all about the preacher. The next two hours were the most uncomfortable of my life. At 10 o'clock, although I had rather been anl place elae on earth, my feet dragged me to the Town Hall, where they were holding the Incuest I pushed through the crowd. Up in front was the energetic minister with a notebook of names in his hand, grimly waiting to be called as a witness The boys had their fun last night and now his turn had come.

I looked at the Jury. Yes, I rubbed my eyes and looked again, thinking they had deceived me. There was Cap, the tall man, sitting In the midst of those who were to pass on the execution. I breathed easy until my eyes lit on the minister again, and I thought of his yearning to tell what he knew. Every time a witness would leave the stand the preacher would rise, expecting to be called, but somehow they seemed to hsve forgotten him.

The Inquest closed after about 10 persons who hadn't been out of their beds the night before had testified. The verdict was that William Henry Weather 111 had either come to his death by falling off the bridge or had been hanged by parties unknown to this Jury. Signed, Cap Staverton, Foreman. It was the voice of the people. kj TAKE NO CHANCES.

Cleveland Leader. Mrs. X. The flat above us Is unoccupied right now why don't you come and live there? Y. Oh.

my dear! We've been such good friends, and I hate to start quarreling with you! rM A MORNING THOUGHT. Btrmlna-hun Age-Herald. "Get I hata to get op!" Railroad Hutombb0e7 -orT siUiTt I sswsiinnnssissiiiiisiiiisissssss an ssj INSPECTION TOURS OVER THE ROADS NOW MADE IN ajt tj? DATE STYLE. Rail-way Age-Ouette Cbe Real King of tbe Beasta, LION TRAINER HOLDS THE MAN EATERS IN STJBJICTIOK Alj" MAKES THEM DO HIS BIDDING. New York old Cockney, an heirloom of A the House of Bostock, shambled Into the center of the arena, raised a grimy hand to insure fitting silence on the part of the spectators, and announced in quavering tones that he took extreme pleasure in introducing to us "Herr Falkendorf.

the king of the lion tamers." The musicians made a noise with their instruments, the spectators -made a noise with their hands, and the professor, after creasing his diaphragm twice in dignified succession, shuffled off stage L. E. Opened by unseen hands, a pair of doors In the rear of the arena flew wide apart. A magnificent striped Bengal tigress bounded Into the ring, closely followed by its mate. A deep roar was heard, followed by the appearance of a black-maned Abyssinian lion which had evidently escaped the myopic vision of the Smithsonian Institutions official hide hunter.

Other Hons which had successfully eluded the game bags of our great American Umslopogus followed; and before I could Judge which was the most ferocious looking of the beasts the musicians had maltreated their instruments again, the loud crack of a wliip was heard, and the lithe, soldierly figure of curly-headed Falkendorf was bowing to us. Even as he bowed I fancied that he kept an eye on the tigers. Stung by the lash of the whip and mercilessly followed up by the gray-eyed Plattdeutscher. the snarling beasts gave way to him and reluctantly took their seats upon the various benches which were attached to the bars the arena from the spectators. Seven In all-five Uons and two tigers-with their backs toward us.

hungrily eyed the tamer while he placed stools in various positions ready for his act. Another crack of the whip and the first lion sprang from his seat and took his place on the stool. One after another the other animals reluctantly took their places: the trainer took a position in the middle of the circle of man-eaters, an! at his word of command a great lion in the center rose on his haunches and placed his front paws on the shoulders ot Falkendorf. Placing the stools in different positions, other formations were made, each seemingly more dangerous than the last. The huge maw of one beast was opened wide by Falkendorf, with a hand on each side.

The musicians suddenly ceased blowing and fiddling, and the blonde head of the lion tamer was thrust Into the mouth of the lion. Driving the animals back to their seats the trainer had stooped to pick up a stool when a tiger sprang on him and felled him to the floor. His back had been turned, and the leap was one of at least 15 feet I heard two shots fired, and saw one Of the largest lions spring upon the tiger with bristling neck hair and switching tail. It was over quickly. The supple Hon tamer regained his feet, gave the tiger a taste of another blank cartridge, and with the Hon looking on with approval he rained blow after blow upon the tiger at a point Just underneath its jaw.

Slowly, foot by the striped man-cater gave way and took its seat. Notwithstanding the fact that his higli-topped boots were full of blood and his uniform in shreds, the intrepid Dutchman finished his act before seeking surgical attention. "It's all a part of the day's work." observed Falkendorf after he had had 14 stitches taken In the wound Just over his hip. We were sitting in front of a beer garden Just across from the arenai Falkendorf, a Plattdeutscher friend, ana I. Work was over for the day and lager beer was freely flowing.

"How many times have you been injured by I asked tha lion trainer. "Twelve times, as nearly as I can recollect." "Counting the occurrence of to-night?" "I didn't count that. That's nothing but a scratch." Falkendorf arose to speak to an acquaintance, and his German friend (not his press agent) took the opportunity to 'tell me of the 14 stitches. "He tco modest altogether." he whispered to me. "Tell me something about these 12 tn-j juries I asked the trainer when he took his seat again.

"There'a very little to tell." said he. "I've seen the lnsides of four different hospitals In Germany when I was learning my business. A leopard was the starter, followed by two lions and a tiger. An Abyssinian 11 jn got me twice tn France. Another Hon turned on me in an arena at Glasgow several years ago, and before I could get the fork to work or bluff him with a blank cartridge he had picked me up by the leg and was walking around the ring with me.

Two years ago a tiger sprang on me In this same Coney Island arena. He got In two blows before I could hit him on the right spot. He tore my scalp and arm and laid me up for more than a month. I've been taken to the Coney Island Hospital twice. Offhand, I couldn't tell you of the other occasions, but they total up to 12." "Who Is the greatest lion tamer in the world I asked "Savada." answered Falkendorf, unhesitatingly, while the Plattdeutscher friend wagged his head In disapproval.

"He's the best of those who are still alive. He's a German In spite of his name: works with lions and tigers and has never been Telegraph in this countrv. Hp c. is a.ar. and spend, f.me hippodromes ai.J annas or p.r burg.

Berlin ar.J Si. "What iramers. have ously maimed in ances. thf-re is who is iiijk ihe A- i-Mr. fl-work.

this C.n. a I'm lady, one ot ers that ever jiieres oj i'l -e "8. lators many, about ii er of n.ue. sk Kor cjiir: -will ita'k t. as paws of ing on n.y s.i....:.!,.ts got hold ef of Hey a ma.

a a "I r-n r. T.t HtB -'--vei it 'i i aw Ver.fti -y niai i to uia hand so thai -out to save h. ne "What dues .1 I don't know a-e ir.r.h i tt.is country, but ra, untrained lion is w.c'ii' from i il.4oo, accordiiiK I is ait" wt.ftta comes from. A v. -y v.v.f cirt mancd a lion may lt win, ti luisi-r a- trt.ai fuss Southeasiern Africa n.ay n.irt tors low as $5Vi unless 1 is vt-rr ir.tei'.'.jm After they havo heon travel no amoas of money wnuM h.i-.

tt.e-n." "Don't you t.iKi t' dellrerateiy li.iiist head ixt mouth?" "of I take ancc? Tnri what 1 am pa for Bir 1 have an chance wi'n ion this is :r.e re. 1 take my kirulst at tn prw-em is Nero, tht fa the tiger lie iaw 1 in daiiRor. If Ni-ro sl.ui;M we would rrusn mv -e tils ja an lea slitli. Now. a nen Sct doesn't fel lie a slip: tootrac a afa nt liisMWi 1 can tell whn t.

is not Ur tr-jstcj watching ins mil ir lac! occasions -ni ar-' i fingers of lian.ij gums of the if i contract in the I.I i f-n contract means tiiat i inir to hue. "Xoarlv the same 'r r.y act whei i' the lion M.ir.ii on my lou i- a Ail he has w.tn ir II! i I I fc Otic and hue off would take a nut ran ttil iy h.s i u- US a apti, If feel a if er. pe.ct r.0T 10 of sinking into I fci tn.it tne is up to bite. It is my floor hre wl.l e.t. -r -i -k.) an: "Are oj "No.

I can't ttn-l She must ije work, aji'l ii'- in forn e.j i'h I've had pn-n'y a lady ho day r.fter the hospn.il t' mined her an lea-. called It. -a. Judge fr.cn -r was ohiiK" '1 1 hnve ii that I ii settle ilov to "What is 1 ami tigers r' "To a'. fill at 11 tieforo em him lik- a titer give av whip at I elevates its posine ti.e then a' lory animal Iieast is only red, lie thrashed I '1 Kir! t.rre -i 8 na' 'J Tr ra- -a I i r.wd' t.v -I cnrrr.Ot it the to -o into the they are up a.a In a case i.f a .1, ar let, I a till r.t ti.at i Ul of will face a Which are ti.e lions or "The ticers hy upon them Mai a.

t'-" a ((J r.f. I'l ar. o- that ution nic to-n i. beast to' had my ha-'k The rierry-i; revolved dir. blared inc.

friend smoked trotted between merrily I arose and ha a-, i r.a:t-i-'J- 1 ri.it ar tne s.r.v 'a ft- "It is lai-." looked at in bed long atro. in the raarrar's "I thought a at 3 o'clock That's you see. I will noon in sm- r.e i 1 a'ti I si- Ma: manners." lion tan.er the I left them Park -xj marshes I ga" w.an.nt nor the ef Mat 44 INFELICITOUS. "Is he not an On the contrary. Ar exceedingly trying." "Indeed? In re ir.i Why.

she in ever saying a to her which sh -i'nls cannot." rf..