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BETRAYED BY A VOICE Moment's Loss of Patience That Solved a Murder Case. ABE CRON KITE'S SKILL Shrewd Gaess at the -Identity of a Midnight Assassin. Hew tae Slayer of Ol Brimli Pro- vmt aad Hla W1I XV mm Flaally- Hll Dowl by Detective. Silas Rachel Deane passed a night of broken sleep and fitful dreams. -Now and again she would start as If soma one were calling (or help; and then, after listening- Intently, relapse Into that drowsy state which Is so poor a substitute for slumber.

At 13 o'clock, however, she was so wide awake as to note the time which the Illumined dial on the mantel showed, so apprehensively awake. Indeed, as to debate whether she should not dress herself 'and descend to her uncle's library, directly below; for there had been a' succession of harsh, excited tones and then the crash of glassware. But silence Immediately succeeded these alarming sounds, a silence that continued. Prudence, too, recalled old Benjamin Provost's peculiarities; his fondness for-entertaining his friends until the early hours; bis dislike of which caused him to admit them himself by the side door. After all, boisterous1 words and a too energetic sweep of an arm over the table were not unusual occurrences; and so Inaction strengthened into reassurance, and that Into restfulness.

lasted Until the light of another day. 4 "Every one is late this morning," mused Miss Rachel the next day, as she -briskly watered the plants snd uncovered the birds and let in the sunshine. "Strange, Isn't it, that uncle, so eager for his morning paper, shouldn't be downT Strange, Isn't It, that Janet Isn't preparing Aunt Matilda's tray Even while she thus reflected there came a. aeries of growing the shriller as Oeet steps grew nearer. "On, Miss Rachel! Miss Rachel!" cried 'the recreant Abigail, darting in with staring eyes and ashen cheeks and wringing hands.

"My mistress, my poor, dear mistress! Dead, murdered! Buch an awful sight!" As white as the 'girl, but resolute and Miss Rachel sped, up the stairway into the rooms in the east wing. The sight. Indeed, wss shocking. Everywhere there were signs of a struggle, as pitifully Impotent as now was the gray-haired, blood-soaked form on the floor The bed clothing had been dragged away'; the stand by the bed, holding a night lamp and little French clock, had been overturned. Evidently Mrs.

'Provost had made a desperate struggle to escape from her assailant and reach the electric alarm; evidently the assassin, enraged by her resistance, had used such force as to make murder a butchery. With that unconscious action which betokens mental en-thrallment. Miss Rachel picked up the little clock. The glass face was broken, the works had stopped, the hands pointed to ten minutes Abe Croaklte Called. la.

Arousing herself by a supreme effort. Miss Rachel gave Judicious directions to the frightened: servants, clustering In the hallway; the poor, broken relics of mortality were. laid reverently on the bed, while ine of the men was dispatched to summon his master. In a moment he returned, all a-tremble. "If you please.

Miss," he said, "the library door fs locked and bolted, and I rapped and rapped, but no answer!" "Go out on the veranda and break a window," directed the spinster; and then, seeing that the man hesitated, she led the way herself down the stairs snd out. One of the library windows was half opened, and so she passed through and Into the connecting bedroom. The bed was undisturbed; her uncle had not retired. Back Into the library went Miss Rachel, with sharp, comprehensive glance. There was an overturned tray, and broken glasses on the floor.

A decanter was dribbling Into a cigar case on the table. The chair In which her uncle always sat had been swung a round and rolled nearly to a screen, and there lay the body of old Benjamin Provost, with a deep cut xver the heart. No wonder her sleep had been broken, and her dreams fitful, since two murders had beeo done In the night! Yet the poor woman stuck bravely to her post, sending for the physicians and the and notifying James Shenstone. her uncle's favorite- nephew and attorney, and Judge Josiah Marcellus, her aunt's old trlend and adviser; and then, when everything had been done that she-could do, and Others had assumed the duties that death and crime demand, she retired to her lonely room, never so lonely before, since she now took with her utter and abject despair. Judge Marcellus made only one request, and that was that his confidential man might be permitted to make such a list of the personal effects as would be convenient for the appraisers to have, they should be appointed, and so, while the police were still Investigating the few clews that the case offered, and the time for the surrogate's hearing hadjot yet arrived, Abe Cronkite's almost continuous presence In the house was a happening too natural and expected to excite any notice.

In his noiseless, obscure way the former de-tectivamoved about the great rooms, not dls-. turblnJV not displacing, yet always busy. In few usys he came to be regarded as a part of thethousehold, to be more heeded than If he werj the oldest servant. The habitual taciturnity of the man Inspired he was talked to andi talked at. because he himself would not talk.

Thus it wss that besides many another surprising thing, he heard of the strange change in Miss how she, who was the most intrepid at the time of the murders, now started at every sound ami quivered before every glance; how she, whJJhad been the model housewife, now kept her room; how her hair had whitened and her cheeks and temples had hollowed as If In a night. (Detective Ftraa Tkrr. AndViore than he heard of such absorbing sorrow, Abe Cronklte ssw; noting the tremu-Jonsness of the hand that sometimes brought him a paper, and the pathos of the voice that always greeted him kindly. Perhaps, too. the story of the servants told of lovers long parted and of the poor woman a lasting faith, moved him; for Cronklte was a sentimental man, like many another student of mankind.

In this light, it was probable that his acumen might link the spinster's present tion with the fear that danger threatened the one she loved. And, Indeed, Abe Cronklte did come to con-' centrate his thoughts upon James Shenstone, the able young lawyer and fortunate heir. This Interest dated from one day when he called at the letter's office with some papers and waited while Mr. Shenstone answered lie summons of the telephone. The Incident was trivial enough, yet It suggested a contrast, the old contrast between seeming and being, yielding one rapid glimpse of what might be the real man beneath habits and manners.

Thenceforward there was a mystery to be solved, a new creature to be created front the signs- of hidden purposes and unconscious betrayals. Again and again the detective fonnd an excuse to go to that office mntll the incident at the telephone was verified! by repetition. Here, then, was a premise for deduction. Just as the slenderest crack la a waited sepukher rosy reveal the rotten nees within. One day, Just before the coroner's adjourned hearing.

Miss Rachel abruptly entered the library where the detective wss studying bis notes ana ordered him to leave the premises. "Certainly," replied Cronklte, rising defer entially, "but one so kind and Just as you will surely tell me "I am. sorely beset on all sides, returned! the agitated woman, "but I will notendure to be spied upon. The servants have Just heard from a euro source that you arc not a clerk, hut a detective. Therefore, go!" "Yes," admitted Cronklte, "In my way I am a detective, but always acting under the orders of your friend.

Judge Marcellus. Do think be would suffer me to spy on rout Do you think I would sees; to ham one for whom I have the utmost admiration and jym-pathy No, madam, no; ask me not to leave, for my staying may insure your happiness." "Happiness?" sobbed the spinster; "there Is no happiness for me. Happiness, happiness; when my poor heart is breaking!" "Listen." said Cronklte, with that clumsy gentleness which Is so effective, since it cannot be -assumed, "and be your brave, true self while you listen. Tou are in deepalr because you are strained and rent by two conflicting forces love and duty. You'couldn't have seen anything, you couldn't have heard anything; therefore, you must have found something directly after the tragedy, which seemed to indicate the presence of Herbert the nephew of Mrs.

Provost. Let me tell you at once that such an Inference false, raised by the assassin to shield "I found his handkerchief," said Miss turning with a look of perfect confidence to the man she had Just distrusted. "Yes, but what is once found may have been, previously found; and a murderer, acting on premeditation, may drop any handkerchief except his own. And yet I'll venture to say that you have already been warned that you must testify regarding anything which you may have found in the library or your aunt's room." "Indeed I have, and tn the most solemn terms." "Yet you didn't stop to wonder why Mr. James Shenstone should think that you had found something! Let me tell you something more.

One who shares In knowledge that should be exclusive leys himself open to the charge of underhanJ "Ah, your words terrify me." cried the spinster; "you know so much; you hint at so much more. I don't know what to think." "Think only of Herbert Beverldge." "But I must testify against him; hs will be arrested on my evidence. "He will be at the inquest. In his own proper person to defend, to vindicate himself. The Judge has not been Inactive, although he has been retiring.

He has been In con- MRS. PRIBCILLA HACKSTAFF, Treasurer of Central Committee. stent communication with Beverldge. who not only will explain satisfactorily old trouble which prejudiced your uncle against him, but furnish such proof of being a thousand miles away on the night of the tragedy as will make any accusation ridiculous. Oh, we haven't been Idle, the Judge and I.

-Not only will we restore Beverldge to his former position, but we will secure the entire prop erty for him; we will bring the real assassin to Justice. And Just here It Is, Miss Desne, that you can help us out amazingly." "17" "Yes, you. The crucial point in determining to whom the property descends Is the clock In your aunt's room. Ths crucial point in apprehending the assassin is the Identification of the harsh, rasping voice you heard In the library. Taking up the first point first, 1 understand that after this clock had been examined by the authorities, and the time it Indicated carefully noted, it was left tn your charge to be produced at the inquest.

Now I want to see Without a word the spinster hastened from the room-and returned as quickly with the little French clock. "I said continued Cronklte, "hut as a matter of fact the authorities were content with the statement of one of the servants that tho clock didn't strike. Now, I doubted it then and I doubt It now still more." "The servant was right, and you also are right." explained Miss Rachel "the clock baa a striking apparatus, but my aunt had It thrown oft from the gong, for It disturbed her." "I thought as much," said Cronklte, as he Inspected the works. "I never saw one Of these clocks without a strike. Ah, now everything Is In proper shape again, and we will soon see how correct Is the evidence of the dial which marks ten' minutes to li.

If I touch this wire the gong should strike 11. Well, here goes." The detective touched the wire, and In response the clock struck 1. He waited for a moment and then again touched it. The clock again struck 1. He waited tor still another moment and then again touched It.

The clock again struck 11 "Oh, It is brokon; it Is all out, of cried Mlsa Rachel. Teatlsaoay ef the Cleekc. "Walt a bit." said the detective; 'there le a period of time in. which clock should strike 1 three times In succession at half-past 13, at 1. at half-past Now, if thks Jdock really stopped between 12 and halt-past 12, and the hands were either disarranged -by the fall or designedly set hack, it will now strike 2.

Here goes once more." Once more the detective pressed the wire, and the clock struck "So much, so good," said Cronklte with a gratified grin; "and now for the first I have a favor to ask of you, miss. I can't explaini why, but I want you to so to thst telephone and call up Mr. Shenstone. and them when he comee to answer you, spesk so lnartlouiately to him that It will be well-nigh impossible for him to understand you. a word of wonder at this strange request the spinster called the central station and asked for James Shenstone.

Evidently the lawyer himself answered the summons, for In a moment she turned and said, "It Is he," and then mumbled a confusion of words, fit tor bring distraction to the most patient of listeners. The effect at the-other end must have been startling, for Miss Rachel staggered away from the Instrument and fell heavily In a chair. "The voice," she murmured, half choked; "oh, my God, the very voice!" Again Cronkite's Impasrlve face broadened with a gratified grin. "I thought so, he explained "yes, I was sure of HI Twice I heard him telephone at his office, and both times he lost his temper snd epoke in harsh, excited tones, so different from his ordinary smooth and rhythmical accents, that the contrast struck, me as a revelation of the real man a man who quarreled with bis ancle and stabbed him; a man who tried to Incriminate his innocent cousin; a man who murdered a helpless old woman, and then sought to make the clock a witnesa for his own betterment! All' this I saw coming in logical order front a momentary lack of patience, momentary loss of self-control; and all this cr.me true, and will be offered and accepted as proof at the coroner's inquest tomorrow 1" Once more the spinster crept to her room, overwhelmed by the pressure of events; but now there was hope.not despair. In her henrt, and over ths barren plain, separating the present from her Joyous girlhood, again there gleamed the light of love.

Pra'ilsaclpTalm'e City Ball. -The cost of Philadelphia's marble city hall to June SO last was S23.739.SS3. Kiwi? --4iifr: aMaaMHaaaaaaaaaaaaBBBaaaaBaaBanBai SUNDAY rNTER OCEAN, NOYEMBEB 1 8, -1000 41 PLUCKY PAT GARRETT 'W ill jpK Am 3 i 'Dandy Sheriff' of New Mexico Is IV the Terror of Outlaws. 8HOT BILLY THE KID Santa Ana County's Famous cer Tired of Man Hunting. Havlaar Drives Awar sr Killed All ef ta Dipr4u ta tola District, He Waats tc Retire.

Pat Garrett, the "dandy sheriff" of Santa Ana county. New Mexico, Is about to retire to private life. The man who ended the spectacular career of Billy the Kid and a score of other desperadoes of the Southwest feels that his mission is finished. The territory is no longer the scone of highway robbery, cattle stealing, and sudden tragedies. Mr.

Garrett thinks his office no longer demands his peculiar talents in the line of good marksmanship and quick action at the head of posses, and so he declines to stand for re-election. In the twenty-odd years he has been a peace officer Garrett has trailed and captured and ''dropped" more outlaws than any other man In New Mexico. He captured Billy the Kid alive; and when Billy the Kid escaped from his less aatuts keepers, the sheriff again handed him over to the law, dead to make sure of him. From the Staked plains to the remotest mountain fastnesses Garrett has made his name a terror to the outlaws of the Southern border Indian, Mexican, and whfce man. He has discouraged almost to extinc tion the "bed man" of the frontier.

Having secured peace and quiet for his part ofth MRS. CORNELIA H. CART. Chairman of Household Economics Committee. territory eves to the cheeking of the frivolous cowboy pastime of "shooting up the town" he seeks peace and quiet for himself.

Osrrett's great virtue as a sheriff lies In the fsct that he "draws the quickest bead' In the He Is the quietest, softest-speaking man Is the territory Vand the deadliest shot. When he Was young and his mas ner of handling a gun was not yet known, he was tenderly taken aside by a friendly desperado (who. was not "wanted" at the moment) and advised to resign and escape to Texas, where peace and quiet, reigned, at least at Intervals. "This country Is too. warm.

for. the like ycu, urged the desperado, "and. you'll not last through the summer." "Thanks. drawled fat Garrett. can stand considerable heat, an I guess I'll stay." r- Qelck wltTa Hla Revolver.

Pat Garrett has his own peculiar method of handling a gun, admirably suited to a country where when you need a gun you need It quick. It Is a simple method, according to an admiring friend, who says: "Pat's the most sudden man with a six-shooter that you ever saw. He can pull his gun qulcker'n a fly will move when ye take a swat at it. He never takes aim when he shoots. He doesn't waste valuable time that way.

He Just shoots and his bullets go where he wants them to," Garrett gave the first demonstration of his skill with the pistol for the benefit of a Western gentleman indulging In -a little Western saloon merriment. The gentleman one Greentelt, with weakness for other men horses was amusing himself In a saloon making a couple of men dance by shoot-, lng At their feet. A third, whose terp- eichorean skill or bsshfulness had met the disapproval cf the horse thief, lay on the floor with a bullet Inconveniently concealed his person, when Pat Garrett casually dropped In. "Three bands round. whooped the horse-thlef.

shifting his pistol toward Garrett, and almost on the Isst word he lunged forward on his face with a bullet through his heart. The last sound he heard in this world was Oar rett's drawling comment: "You're a poor caller." Pat Garrett further convinced the border folk that he was at home in their "warm' country by Interrupting the flight of three Mexican bandits at Las Tables. While on their trsil they ambushed He dropped behind his horse, and while they were popping away at him he shot from under the animal and picked them off, losing his horse in the battle. Mexleaa Waia'l Bslltt Freer. 'Another service he rendered the order- loving citizens wss the removal of Mannel Ranches, a desperado from Old Mexico, whose fond belief It was that he was not fated to die by a bullet.

Benches murdered a soldier at Fort Stanton, and Garrett started out to take him. There was a running battle be tween Garrett and Sanches and his four com panions, which only ended when the five despersdoes were dropped, one by one. In the alkali dust and Sanches was convinced beyond doubt thst he had nursed mistaken belief about being bullet-proof. 'One Mr; Bartoot, who had made it his mission to keep things lively In the Seven Rivers' country, was the next to prove Mr. Pat Garrett a sure shot; but Mr.

Barfoot was something of shot himself and killed one of the sheriff's deputies before he paid the penalty for being a terror. On Pat Garrett was also forced the painful dnty of removing the Lemon brothers, one of whom' facetiously described himself as the "Curly Hesded Cauliflower from San Slmone," when he went on the rampage. These lnesarnts which marked Pat Garrett's efforts to preserve the peace went far toward convincing those wayward spirits who were tempted to trifle with the law and Indulge an undue fondness for excitement that Garrett was.not a man to trifle with. As a result of his unerring aim there was less bloodshed In the, making of arrests and a prompter compliance when he demanded surrender a consummation oxactly to Pat Garrett's taste, for be much prefers clapping his quarry Into Jail to putting him In the grave. The most sensational snd romantic incident of Garrett's career was the capture of Billy the Kid.

A wild and lawless youth, reckless and dashing, and not without a leaven of chivalry wag Billy the Kid, whose exploits aa a bandit were many and various enough to fill a dosen volumes of Messenger Boys' Delight. Billy the Kid was omnipresent and elusive here today and there tomorrow. Billy and the-sherlff knew each other by reputation as well as any two great men MEMBERS OF Tid 1 i i 7 'W I-" rv within the sams bounds usually know each other, and Billy avoided the sheriff as Industriously as ths sherifl sought him. When they finally did meet, Billy the Kid, 'who would have taken a chance on shooting any other officer and escaping, was overcome by a feeling of profound respect. He recognised the prowess of his opponent and found it no disgrace to surrender.

Garrett brought the youthful bandit to Mesilla, where he was tried and sentenced to be hanged. Garrett, who Is not fond of talking shop, sometimes tells this story of what happened; "Nothing would eatlsfy the Judge but that I should hang He was sent down to me and I put him upstairs in my office la the courthouse, shackled, handcuff ed, and under guard. Before the date for the hanging I was called away to White Osks. "I had had a hard chase for my prisoner, and It was not without uneasiness that I left htm. I put him In charge of two deputies, Olllnger and Bell, and I cautioned the fools sot to take an eye on him, however peaceful he seemed.

Olllnger laughed at me. and said he could turn- htm. loose and herd him like a goat. "Perfectly aatlsfledr srhh themselves, they took chances with him. Olllnger went to get a drink, and BsU took the 'Kid' out for an atrinc shackled, at course.

Coming back. Bell stopped to speak tc a man and let his prisoner walk the stooe'-s throw, on to the courthouse. The "Kid' hobbled up stairs, found the gunroonvhow he did I never knew, although when a man's life is at stake It sharpens hla wits helped himself to a gun, and lay In wait for Bell at the head of the stair. He shot him as he came up. Olllnger ran toward the courthouse on hearing the shot, never noticing-the 'Kid at an upper window with the gun leveled at him.

When he got under the window the 'Kid' called to him. Olllnger, looked up and the 'Kid pumped the load of beckshot in his breast. Then, covering the man Bell had been talking to, he made him come out and file his shackles off. and. using the gun again as a persuader, he made a man saddle a horse for him to get away on.

Only the 'KtaV could have made such an escape. i Made tare ef Ilia Ma a. "There was so use chasing him In thst country with the start he had. I waited until I thought he would reach hla sweetheart's at the Maxwell ranchhouse, snd I got him." It was risky business getting him, for Billy the Kid knew the ways of the territory and prepared ror any little surprise. The erlff concealed himself la the room of the ijsiweetheart's brother at the ranchhouse.

In EVILIHTHEMASTOOOII WOM.WS SUFFRAGE BAZAAR COMMITTEES MRS. ARRIS CHAPMAN CATT. Chairman of eatrsl Committee. the darkness of night' Billy the Kid came In, a he expected him to, with his pistol ready is sis head est tn snennrs marvelous speed with the triggse-was too much for him, and Billy the Kid eeased to be handle When ue sheriff Bsatav Ana goes to JS1 Paso be draws a crowd In. the hotel lobby.

8uch Is the penalty of fame. People walk around' him and eye him as the visitors to an art gallery do a states; the man who Is respected and feared by every law breaker on the New- Mexican border; the man who 1 elek and tired: ef man-banting. Yet he is the lust person Is thsnworld that a goggle-syed tourist-would pick out as a Western sheriff. The canny tourist, indeed, would probably wink knowingly hla most elaborate yott-can't-Toot-mo wink if fat Garrett were pointed out as a person of distinction In the Western sheriff business; for Pat Garrett Is not conspicuously "typical." He is aston ishingly simple and natural and unaffected unostentatious. Singularly youthful and elastic lot his years, which are 49; long and lean and wiry.

with deep, dark eyee. a clean-shaven race but for a drooplcg black mustache, a fondness' for trim, well-fitting. Inconspicuous, conventional clothes, a habit of wearing etlff-bosomed shirts and high collars (which Is one- half the reason for his sobriquet quirt, soothing, "geatl manner, and the softest of drswls he Is more like the typical lawyer or Judge or member of the Legislature inr a sleepy, sunny Kaln-tucky or Tennessee town than he is Hke suhduer of border ruffians. They Ha AH Leet Oaf. An old.

gentleman, evidently a gatherer of statistics, but with a kindly face which shaded off to something like philanthropy about th edges, wss gssing abstractedly down Regent street, London. Suddenly he stepped up to gentleman who wag waiting for a but, and, touching him lightly on the shoulder, said: "Excuse me. but did you just drop a holding In his band the coin mentioned. The gentleman Questioned made hasty search of his pockets and eatd: "Why, so I did! And I hadn't missed it!" holding out an eager hand. The old man drew' forth a note book and took his name and address, and then said: I thought so, "turning away.

-Well." said the other, "do you want it all as a reward "I did not find one said the old man, "but it struck me that In a large city like this (here must be lot. of money lost, and, upon inquiry I find you ere the thirty-first man who has lost a sovereign this very London Tlt-Blts. Raren Quiver, a Blackfeet Chief, Tells a Wonderful Tale. QH08T IN THE BONES Why the Indian Gare Away the Remains of a Mammoth. alaaaa'a TreeJtlea ef taue Teatafal Days ef tae West era aae.

Its Basre Bea Is. Special CofTMPondeaee of Tae later Oeaaa. KIPP, Mont. Nov. The Old Timer Is a great reader of newspapers, magaslnee, and current literature In general, but when the sun begins to sink behind- the erects of the nearby mountains and dark shadows form and gild swiftly down their rugged sides, be removes his reading glasses and resolutely laya aside whatever he may have In hand uatfl another day.

"I hate to leave that Interesting article unfinished," he often says. "Of course I know I haven't long to live, but so long as I last wish to retain my eyesight." Whenever he lays aside hi book or paper the Scribbler Is glad to stop, too, as are any other guest In the house, for then begin the most pleasant hours of the twenty-4our. Evenings at Lone Butte ranch never drag; dinner is served at o'clock during the winter, and afterward come the pleasant hours In-the "shack." as the Old Timer call his fsvorite room, the one fixed up In exact Imitation of a rude frontier cabin of the olden time. Silting before the glowingcracking logs tn the wide fireplace, or lounging upon 9tl'S MRS. TALBOT PERKINS.

Chairman ef Printing Committee. the comfortable buffalo robe eouehes which flank It, he and bis friend live over again the stirring scenes and adventures of other days, Apd those friends and frequent guests, what strange assemblage they often are. White men who. tike their host, have passed long years on the plains and speak the native language as they do their own; Indians, dark and reserved, yet esger to participate tn reminiscence of the buffalo days; half-breeds, too, light and dark of feature, brimful of Jests and llghthearted talk. For once the Old Timer and the Scribbler sat down to dinner vis-a-vis; not another soul was la the house but the servants.

"Rather quiet tonight, isn't Itf the former remarked. Just then the housekeeper entered and announced that an old Indian had arrived, and was warming himself by the kitchen firs. "That's good." the old mas said. "Ill bet we get some kind of yarn out of him this evening. Tske him to the shack, Annie, and give him big plate of meat, three or four pounds st least, and whatever other edibles you may have.

Don't forget to make his coffee very sweet and give him pltcherful of it." PAT GARRETT. The two friends proceeded with their din ner leisurely, and then having finished with a bottle of wholesome wine, repaired to the snack. The Indian -had already finished his huge platter of meat and was sitting cross-legged on the floor before the fire, dreamily gazing at the pile of glowing logs. He arose at the sound of footsteps, a tall, gaunt. weather-beaten fellow, whose wrinkled face and abowed that he had seen many winter come snd go on these broad plains exclaimed the Old Timer, grasping his hand and addressing him In the Indian's language.

"Why. It's my old friend. Rsven Quiver. Whst brings you on this bitter cold weatherT Men ae old as we arc should hug the fire pretty close at this season." "All" the Indian replied. "I am old.

'tis true, but I cannot content myself to sit idly by ths lire dsy after day; my heart and my desires are still those of my youth. Moreover, yesterday I found the remains of some great monster in a spring, and knowing how you prise ail sucn things I could not rest until I had brought them to you. Here they Dragging rom the corner a large. Heavy sack he dumped some huge fossil bones out on the floor a broken tibia, a knee Joint, a spilt shinbon showing the fossilised marrow, which was black, the ether part being an ashy grsy. The Old Timer's eyes sparkled with pleas- a I lsl Buy Carpets Rugs GarpetcS, Rug Curtains.

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3s3s)gCOgSCe3CCCC' ure. "Evidently the remains of mastodon. Too bad they are broken; however, they are a valuable And. and I'll Just place them here for the present. Well, friend" to the Indian -fill your pip and tell ns all about it, and If you brought ail the bones there were at the spring.

Raven Quiver filled the great stone pipe, lighted It from the lire, and after Inhaling thick clouds of the pungent mixture of Thorn" and tobacco, began his story. riaelasT the Aaeleat Beaes. Testerday morning. he said. "I did not feel very well when I arose, so I ordered my women to build me sweat lodge.

Along is MRS. MARIANA CHAPMAN. Secretary ef Central Committee. th afternoon they had it ready, the rocks good snd hot. I went Inside, sprinkled them with water and sat long lime In the thick steam, praying the gods for good health and long life for me snd mine But sll the while I was anessy; I felt that something unusual was going to happen.

Having remained tn the steam as long ss was proper, I rushed out snd Jumped into nesrby spring to cool off; It was sot a large one, but very deep snd clear, -with sides simost straight up and down. I dived from the bank far down tn Its depths, snd then starting to climb out- I placed my hand on what I thought was large stone lying st the water's edge, but glance showed me that It was bone of one of those great ancient animals. Then I knew why I had been so uneasy In the sweat lodge. Twas because I was so soon to make this find. I hurried to my lodge, dried off and dressed, and then went back to the spring; these bone I have brought you are all I could find, although I looked around carefully.

I placed them In a blanket and carried them to my lodge. When my old woman saw them she objected to my having them In the lodge or anywhere near the camp. 'Carry them away off somewhere, she said, 'and leave them, for they are bad medicine; 'tis said that the spirit of the ancient snd dreadful animal ever hovers about its remains, and wreaks vengeance on those who molest -When she said that, I thought that I had heard something like It when a boy; yet I said to myself, it can't be true; there Is Left Hand the Old Timer's Indian name), who has long shelves full of such bone, but nothing ever bothers him; he sleeps ss. soundly aa any one, I will not be scared by an old woman's talk. I will keep them here for the Sight, right here near the bead of my bed.

Story cf OI4 Baa. "In the evening had many visitors; news of my find had spread through camp, and the people came to see the bones of the great animal. Among others came Old the medicine man. the oldest one of our people. You know him.

Nearly a hundred years have whitened and thinned his hair and wrinkled his When I was the old man said, 1 well remember hearing the old story- 1 tellers relate what had been handed down to them about this dreadful animal. There were two names for It sometimes 'twas called tho ancient one, snd sometimes ths water animal. Just how it looked I never learned: it was said that It had long horns growing out In front, very long nose, snd that It was so large It could wade rivers like the Missouri whenever It chose to do so. In the beginning this was not the country ef our forefathers. When Old Man fashioned the first people he brought them forth on a low, narrow strip of country where snow sever fell, whtr cold winds never blew.

To thds. west of it waa nothing but deep, blue water extending to the end of the world; on Its casters side rose high rough mountains, whose summits wers covered with snow, snd for the greater part of the time lost In dsrk clouds. 'When, after climbing steadily all day, they arrived at the summit of the mountain, nothing was to be seen, to the eastward but peak after peak of snow-covered rock, and so for many days they Journeyed oo, surrounded by tall mountains and deep canyons. They suffered from cold their moccasin wore out. and the rough rocks cut their feet; game was scarce, snd whst Utile they managed to kill barely kept thentt alive; they began to think that they would soon But one morning a few men who hsd goo on ahead and had reached the summit of low BBcsatals began to whoop and dance about and beckon the others' to hurry np; they seemed to be greatly excited.

The rest, women and children and all, scampered upward as fast ss they could, and when they, loo, arrived at the top. what a beaut If ul sight met their eyeal There, at their feet, lay the broad; green plains and timbered valleys, fairly alive with game, not only deer and elk, but other Urge creatures, the like of which they had never seen before. That night the camp was filled with red. fat meat. 'If tho people had found a rich country they had also found a dangerous one, for there were many, large and fierce animals Infesting It, especlslly.

long-clawed bears, which did not fear to charge the hunt' ers, and women and children wandering about In search of berries, and tear them to pieces. The hunters weapons were not of much force; the bow and flint-tipped arrows, flint-headed pears, anil war clubs were all they had. Good enough, to be sure, with which to slay the deer, and' elk, and eves the buffalo, but of little use agalnat an angry bear. looking around for ths best locality the wanderers bad chosen a large grove on the borders of wide, clearstrcaxn for their If rV--ij; from a Carpet House! ay 9 I 75c op THE permanent camp, and little by 1IU1 they built up good one, surrounding It by high construction of logs, dirt, and stoats, to keep out the animal which were always prowling sreund Is search of the meat they scented. -When It was completed they felt that they were secure from barm; but one dark night.

-after the fire had died out and every one was -is bed. part of the wall next the river wens over with crash, and then a hage animal, breathing and grunting with a noise like thunder, walked through the camp, trampling opon the lodgers snd knocking thm out of its way and crushing several persons with Its enormous feet. It did.no: turn to the right or left, nor stop, but went straight through, knocked over the wall at the rear, and wan- dcred away In the grove. The people slept so more that night; they built up the fire and sat around In great -fear, wondering wbac kind of a creature It was tbatokad sods mighty power. At daylight the hooters crept forth cautiously on the animal's trail, which was easily enough followed, for it huge feet left deep holes In the soft ground, and it had broken down the small trees' ta its way as If they had bees mad rushes.

Leaving the I grove, they found thst the animal had gone on np the river, crossed It at the foot of th mountain, and entered another grove, where. from the signs about. It seemed to make It foome. They saw many places where It had lain down to rest, and broad, hard. trail raa between the timber and the river.

As thew skirted the edge of the grove, trying to get sight of It, th great beast suddenly rushed out at them, and one poor hunter was crushed) to desth by Its feet. The rest all ran to th river and managed to escape by swimming. That night the men sat long together, devising some way to escape the awful fury of this animal, for they felt sure that sooner or later It would break Into their camp again. After moet of them had had their say. mas who had been thinking deeply spoke np: "It Is certain," he said, "litu cannot kill this destroyer of our people with arrows or spears, but there Is snother way we can dig deep hole is his trsil.

"cover it with logs, brush, grass, and dirt, and once he steps esv them we will have him sure." It was a aim- I pie plan and they all agreed that It would do. The next morning the whole village west the river to where the animal path led from Its grove to the water's edge, aad little ways back from the stream they begis i to dig sole serosa It. With flre-hardesed sticks, with shonlderblades from the game tney naa suieo, wits sharp stone and willing hands, they dug and scraped until they sad large ueep hole with straight walla. Trasslsg ef tke Mea.ter. Then with driftwood from the river, with brush aad grass they covered it over.

sad last put on Isyer of dirt, beating it dors hard and smooth so that it looked like the rest of the tralL Then they all went back te camp. That night the great beast, started for the river and fell Into the hole; when the hunters went up there the next morning they heard him bellowing long before they got to the placer the ground shook frons his awful They were afraid to go near him lest by some chance he might get -out and destroy them, so they returaed tc csmp. After a few days they went again. -and carefully approached the hale; hor-lible smell was Is the air; ravens and magpies and buxzards were hovering ths great beast was Raves Quiver ceased talking and refilled' the pipe, the Old Timer and. th Scribbler looking on In silence.

After he had lit It and smoked a few whiffs he continued: "Kyi! hsve given your the story of the ancient animal as Old Sun told It to me. As he left my lodge he again advlaed me to carry the bone away, and my old woman to do so. but I would not We went to bed. and in the night I felt a great pain In my right arm: the spirit of the b-ast had struck me; even now it schea. I cridd out when I felt It.

and we all arose is terror, built big fire, snd sat up. until daylight. And now that I have given you the bones snd told you et the revengeful spirit which guard them yaw must look out, for I am released." "I think." said the Old Timer, "that try ths old ghost tonight. Ill plac the bones st the head of my bed." Raven Quiver shook his hesd. 'Ton whit men, he muttered, "are a queer rare; I won- der It there Is anything on this earth, or la the water, or Is the sir.

that vou fearT I don't believe you are afraid of death "You're wrong there, friend." the Old Timer replied. "At least 1 notice that most Of US try th hsns on here aa lone aa we nan. Well, let's all take a drink and turn in." Plylaa- s'wl tehee. "When I lived In Ksnsas." said a delegate to the Railroad Young Men's Christian association convention. "I need to be Interested Is the way the engine, caboose, and crew of a fast freight would be chuged at the Juncttoet of two divisions without sny stopping of ths train.

It was a good thing to do this, aa the train carried perishable fruits, rushing frons California to the East, and any saving of time was a great saving of money. Well, the train would com along, and at a certain spot there would be three The engine would leave the train and go by way of one switch to roundhouse; her caboose would be dropped off upon the second switch; and then, from the third, another engine, with a caboose In front of It, would push out on th msts track and overtake th moving train. When the bump occurred the new caboose, containing the necessary wsy bills and the sew crew, would be coupled on, snd. If the train had not preserved enough speed; the engine would push it slong to where another engine, having ecme from another switch onto the main line, wss moving slowly front Very nicely snd gently the train would overtake this engine and be fastened to It. The pushing engine would then depart, and the freight train, all refitted without second's stop, would thuedtr on Its Eastward-way.

I don't know who originated the clever Hying-switch' Ides, but ho was bright man, whoever hs was." Philadelphia Record. What Ike Weat tc ChstreTa Fcr. As old woman la London recently explained to her clergyman why she'eeased to attend church since incense was discontinued. "When I goes to church," she said firmly, "I likes to see summat, and to hear summat, and to smell summat, or else what Is the good of gola' at allf Bicycle fs reaeai Pectaavea. The French Postmaster General has found the use of bicycles for postmen so satlsfao- tqry that orders have beea given for rural postmen, "where povslble.

to be supplied with machines, to be paid for aad kept ta order by the state. British Ths British census will be takes os ths last day of March. 1901. Tea years ago. when the last census took place, the population of the United Kingdom was 27,722,922.

The registrar general estimates the present population at 40.92L47L.