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Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-10-13

scouts ostensibly redouble their efforts
to open the gate in time, while the band
outside waits expectantly for the horse
and rider coming straight toward their
itching bands.
A few rods from the gate Alice
presses her right rein tightly against
Nights satin neck. Almost +, in mid
air. with a tremendous swing that
would have unseated many rider, he
sweryes. turns almost in ~his tracks,
and goes dashing back. A derisiye
messenger apparently abandons her
purpose and seeks safety in the fort.
Back rushes Night, gathering speed
with every stride and before the In
dams have realized the daring plan
the two have passed the fort and are
flying across the hundred yards of
wall, surrounded by a wide mass of
chaparal thorns, that bars the way
TO the hidden watchers without, and
even to the garrison. who know horse
and rider we'll, the jump seems impos-
sible
But Night is of a different stock
from the horses known to the plains
The blood of a long line of thorough
breds is in him-kame timber toppers
t..xr 10 L.
In a moment he has covered the
stretch of turf until only a few yards
separate him from the wall. Then, as
in the glorious days when every mas
aer of the hounds knew Night, he
shortens els stride. gauging the take
oq with marvellous skill. For an in
slant he seems to crouch. and then,
as Alice leans bit forward and lifts
the reins encouragingly, he leaves the
ground with tremendous spring that
carries him up, and, up, until the sin
envy neck and bent forelegs are above
the wall. Even as he hangs over it,
with that strange, inexplicable double
leap Vi Wnltu OHly tHOIOuSQDTeu
knows the secret, the tense body shoots
itself forward as if from some invisi-
BILE leverage-beyond the wall, be-
yond the waiting thorns--and the
great horse lands lightly, with hardly
a stagger on the sand. The best of
steeplechasers could not have done
better than that slim girl with burn
ing eyes and skilful hand, has helped
Night in his magnificent effort.
From the plain comes fierce yell as
Lone Wolf and his hungry pack ste
themselves tricked and one of their prey
escaping toward the almost unguarded
south. Almost unguarded-but not quite
for as Night heads toward the heights
there comes from near c.ump OF
bushes single low toned note, like the
open A string of banjo. Through the
hot air behind her sounds the long,
missing whisper of an arrow, sicken-
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-10-13

IT'S funny about Cinnamon. isn't IT.
said the saloon keeper whose place vas
next door to a laundry. Il knew Sing
Lung WAS working away like a steam en-
CINE this hot day, and so | drew glass
of cold settler and handed Il in to cheer
and revive him."
THAT was thoughtful OF YOU" said the
man leaning on the bar and wishing he
was n Chlnaman.
.'oh, but the Teller wouldn't touch It."
"No?"
And he even flew mad and ordered mo
out of his place. Didn't seem to UNDER
stand, you know II
"But ] think he did. Yes, | think he had
been there before
How do you mean7'' asked the-aal oqr,.
ist
why, he's been given knockout drops
and had his laundry robbed Of the last
nickclr'
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-10-13
CURIOUSLY PRODUCED WAX.

do you know how this Chinese
white WAX Is produced?' asked drug
gist of friend who stood near, IS he
was weighing ont half a pound of the
article referred to at my request.
The friend answered mo" and |
showed my interest by asking How
WELL" continued the druggist. "the
ingenious Cinnamon make curious
use of the insects from which they get
this WAY 1'ncy are found in brown
pea-shaped excrescences attached to an
eve green called insect tree. These
excreseenccs or gals are gathered in
May and placed on what V known rs a
wax tree. which Is a stump with many
willow-like branches rising from its
top Twenty or thirty gals are made
into a packet inclosed in leaf OF the
wood oil tree, fastened together with
rice straw and suspended close to the
branches.
ION emerging from the gals the in
Sefts creep up the prdhcheS' W "piNh
they attach themselves and at once
BEGIN forming a coating OF wax that
attains a thickness OF quarter Of an
inch in three months.
"Then the branc es are cut off, and,
after the removal Of as much wax as
possible by hand they are placed in o
kettle of hot water, chen the remain
ing wax floats ON the surface, and the
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-10-13

him at. And yce know-'ts our only
chance"
Death waivers and then calls his
brother crawling toward him by a low
Whistle. Ia few short sentences
Alice's plan is unfoldod to him.
Dumb thinks intently for few mo-
ments. with no trace OF expression on
his impressive face,
AS she says. whispers Death, .it's
a last chance Shed better be shot
down in the open than be here after
shutdown"
Suddenly Dumb reaches out and for
moment engurs Alice's little brown
hands in one of his big, 1.-THE paws. and
then begins to crawl toward the gates,
followed by his brother, while Alice
makes her way back to the buildings IN
safety.
During all the tumult of the attack
Might has been grazing peacefully with
in the~enclosure-the only horse of the
garrison allowed such privilege. Al
a low call from Alice he trots to the
doorway and is ssddled and bridled b.
her deft fingers. Meantime the scouts
have reached the gate, where through
the heavy bars they are but indistinetly
visible to the lurking Indians,
Death places his SLOUGH hat on the
muzzle of his rife and moves 1t to and
fro while from the opposite side of the
gate Dumb clinks the bar and lock Wig
oroasly with steel cleaning rod. 1t
sufiicies. and bullet after bullet harm
lessly sp.inters the bars. The yeno-
nous little puffs OF smoke begin to
cluster nearer together. as the besiegers
crawl from ambush on all sides to stop
the escape of any messenger from the
sate.
They quickly cease firing as they be-
hold a girl. mounted on a magnificent
black horse, come laundering down To-
ward them. Horses and sauaws are too
valuable booty TO be shot at. The
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-10-13

liSnlHE company. All rights reserved.
very keen. The sage bush moves ever
so slightly out beyond the hedges-and
there is no wind.
1t mought be jack-rabbit." NUT
teIs Death, but" and the noontide
stiffness is broken by rifle shot. AL
most as if part of the report comes
sudden, hiddeous. wailing ery-the
death note of the Apache. A pulse OF
silence, and then one horrid tumult
of yells, as the van of the ambushed
reds rushes upon the Post. hoping TO
carry it with one fierce attack.
On come the naked. painted forms
over the hot sand, each swinging in
front of him a long blanket. which
serves as shield and as a foothold
when the briStling thorns Of the hedge
are reached. The great outer gates, for
tunately have been shut and barred on
the departure OF the troopers. \ sea-
terlng fire is kept up by the Indians
who. with the Wolf. cover the attack,
but not a shot comes from the low loop
holed wall surrounding the tiny green
and the fort Itself. Death and Dumb
are Indian fighters too old to waste am
muniIion against swinging blankets.
Crouched close TO the circular wall they
wait. Now the Indians are at the
hedge. Even as their hands clutch n
the top and dozen befeathered head
show over the wall, fire spurts from two
of the .oop-holes and In an instant the
heads disappear. Each scout carries six
lives in the magazine Of his Winchester.
and as fast as practiced hands can
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-10-13

pump the levers their shots pour out at
short so yards range. Well indeed,
do Death and Dumb sustain their repu-
tation for Workmanship and the rush is
stopped without a red man over the out
err wall.
Now all trace Of the Indians disap-
pears. For a space pandemoniun
of shouts, yells and rapid shots. Now,
in an instant the silence of the desert.
With great good sense the Wolf simply
waits Once let it become dark enough
to dim the aim of the scouts and his
band can swarm over the wall and
butcher the little garrison by sheer
force of numbers. Not a sign Of the
tawny bodies can be seen, but let one
OF the garrison be exposed ever so lit
tie and there comes puff of white
smoke and the whine Of bullet from
the sage bush.
The weary day slowly passes. Early
in the afternoon, after Joe has crawled
out with food and water for the s.lsnt
sentinels, Death feels light touch en-
the shoulder and finds Alice crouched
beside him. She has been doing val
orous work inside with the dozen
frightened women and children. try
ing to overcome by activity the dread
she will not confess to her less philo
sophical companions, until plan has
formed itself in her mind-a desper-
ate plan-but not less desperate than
their situation. Ignoring the scouts
reproof she interrupted quietly.
Death, what are we going 20 do al
ter sundown?'
There is silence as the scout looks
at her searchingly, but the gray eyes
meet his unhinchingly and the set
little mouth never quivers. Tell me.
Death, she repeats simply.
The scout answers with strained and
shaking voice: 'If help doesn't cone
before Oakland ! don't see where
help can come from-they'll rush us
and then it's only a matter of min
utes."
Il thought So" said Alice, after
little pause. Now listen to my plan,'
and she murmurs while into-the ear
of the scout.
Couldn't be did" answers the scout
laconically, with a shake of the head,
they'd fill We full of lead at the gate.
Besides, it's mans job; not girls"
Its for me to go" replies Alice,
"rm the only enc here can ride Night,
and he's the only horse that can do
his part. You and Dumb pretend to
be opening the gate and draw their at
tention, and I'll jump the wall on che
other side"
Jump that six-foot hedge AMI
WALTZ" exclaims Death, aghast No
horse, on the plains could do it,
None but Night. calmly corrects
Alice. Hell take anything | seni
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-10-13

TO do many a kindly deed for You.
In the first place. IL you feel little
''out OF sorts" and as though you
can't put one foot after another
squeeze little lemon juice into a
glass of fresh water. drink 1t and feel
refreshed.
Or il you have case of genuine ma
laria, when every bone aches, and
you have brown feeling in your
mouth" hesides being so tired all
the time. squeeze more lemon iuise IN
TO fresh wafer--enough TO make a
very sour beveragc-and drink freely
of IL many times in the day.
For this little yellow hoy is foe to
a sour stomach, and always ready for
fight against indigestion.
II you have throbbing headache
slice lemon and rub the bits over the
brow and the pain will soon 81 away.
II your hair is falling out, rub slices
of lemon thoroughly into the roots
and over the scalp. washing the head
afterward with warm soft water.
Squeeze lemon juice into milk, rub
the mixture over the face ard neck
every night and you will rejoice In the
fresh glow of Your complexion,
Mix lemon Juice and glycerine rub
your hands with II at night. and IL
you are not too nervous wear large
old gloves and you will wonder at their
dazzling whiteness.
When bee stings or a wasp sticks
a prong into your face touch the hurt
spot with pure lemon Juice. Ii you
have wart, or vexatious corn. rub
lemon juice on with untiring zeal. and
bid defiance to mosquitoes with the
touch of your little yellow fricnd.
A cup of tea is always improved by
slices of fresh lemon and we all know
how a we'll mixed lemon squash can
revive the weary stomach II You 30
on water voyage you must certainly
take II with you, for pure lemon juice
will rout all giddiness and seasiekness.
And the little sour yellow fruit Is
as good as doctors help to cure
sprains and bruises. or lady's maid
to remove brown freekles AMI rod
patches and sunburn.
These are only few of Tie many
kindly deeds, of friend Lemon and II
you once try him as a travelling COM
panion you will never lgair 80 away
without him.
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-10-13

Now from the sage bush flaps the
most horrld of human cries, a wall
swelling tn Shrek, like the uneerts-
a leer of triumph and anticipation
running through 1.-THE bag cry of the
Apache squaws as they wait for their
share of the torturing. Lone Wolf and
his band know well what the darkness
means for them. TauDtingly again
they raise the wall, and the scouts
grit their teeth at this last terrible in
suit Not for them the war-cry, the
snout of fighting men, but the women
cry. that only bound captives should
hear.
Inch by inch the strip of blue melts
before the sinking sun, and the Turk
ing foe creeps nearer with the shadows.
Suddenly Dumb who has been crouch
ing impassively close to the wall,
raises his head and throws back his
long hair with listening gesture.
Then a great voice, that none there
save Death has ever heard, rings out,
thrilled with a JOY that even the Apa-
ches can understand:
THE bugles, the bugles Of the Sew
enth, o God" and the strange UNI
known voice breaks in o sob.
And now all hear 1t, silvery sharp
in the silence that follows the senti-
neI's shout All, never, never on earth
will there be a sweeter sound to any
one of that garrison than the far-away
bugle note that even in its distant
sweetness seems to partake of the in
sistent stress of tumultuous hurry, of
the rush of straining horses and grim
faced men.
The sound has banished all thoughts
of leisurly slaughter from the minds
of the savages. To gain the Businesses
of the hills is now their only purpose.
But it is already too late. Louder and
louder drum the hoof-beats. faster and
faster whirls on that little troop Of
wiry, dauntless men, stripped to the
waist, only the long, blue-black revolt
vers and the keen-edged sabres kept
for the final crash, If the Lont Wolf
and his band are brought to bay.
But the Apaches have no thought of
standing against that avalanche.
Through their fleeing, scattering rem
nants dash the troopers. the grim, gray
colonel at their head, and close at his
shoulder the supple figure of the young
lieutenant, whose flaming eyes see
nothing, but the dying flicker of light
from the height beyond the Post,
whence comes now little love mes
sage, in secret photographic code he
has taught the brave Alice and which
not even her uncle understands.
In the gathering darkness they find
her, a slim figure with a blood-stained
sleeves, leaning YEARLY against the
faithful Night. AS she sinks Imply to
the ground, Ardsley slips from his
painting horse and gathers her in his
arms, and the old colonel looks an
other way, knowing well that these
young people deserve their reward for
their work this day.
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-10-13

In tho early morning | went to the post
office In an Alabama town to inquire for
mail. but found / was half an hour too
early. was walking away when the coll
ored janitor who was sweeping out called
to me and asked:
WAS yo' procrastinatin' around yere
arter yo'r mall sah?''
yes, but l see I'm too early"
"Ycs, sab, too airy. An was yo' .
stranger In dis town.
Yes"
FAN hGip't yo' no one to talk tor
NO"
Den, sab. II yo' don't keer to eliminate
about de street fur half an hour yo' can
stop right yerc, an I'll do my best to
considerable de reciprocity of de situashun
an make yo' feel TO homc!'
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-10-13
ROOSEVELT'S ADVICE.
If Taken 1t Would Have Saved the
SchIey Controversy.

IL 1t NoIIu SnhSu ~"
schIey Controversy.
4 member of Congress told the story
which he had from first source, of how
Mr. Roosevelt just before the war with
Spain was declared. once burst tempes-
tuously into the cabinet room during a
cabinet meeting.
Here comes Roosevelt" said Pres
ident Mckinley. Lets see what he
has to say. What would you advise,
he continued, addressing Nj. Roose-
Welt. las TO the action of the United
States in connection with Cervera
feet?"
Setting his teeth firmly together, Mr..
Roosevelt replied;
With all due reference to you. MIR.
President, since you ask me for my
honest opinion, will say that my ad-
vice is 10 meet Cervera's fleet at the
Canaries and sink every d ship in
the fleet"
But that would be an act of war,
replied President Mckinley.
Certainly it would, Mr.. President
said Mr.. Roosevelt, ''but have MOTTO
ed in studying history that it is the ma
ton which gets in the first blow that
usually wins, and I believe in getting
in the first blow"
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-10-13
PERSONAL SIDE OF ROOSEVELT.
III. words Of Euiegy of President
Mckinley Recalled.

His words OF Euiogy Of President
MCKINLEY Recalled.
New York World.
The following statistics of the Vice
President are OF interest at this time:
Height--ive feet eight inches.
weight--one hundred and eighty
FIVE pounds.
Chest measurement y Forty-twc
inches.
collar-No. 1919,
Gloves-No. s.
Hat--No. ~.
Shoes-No. 9ih.
Has not been sick In the last ten
years.
Has no life insurance.
He is AZ years of age,
His father died at Al: his grand
father at II.
He prefers simple food, but is great
eater His appetite is voraeious and
he INDUCES It. lie does not smoke.
He takes all sortr of physical exer-
eise-rides horseback. uses dumbbells.
spars, punches the bag, wrestles and
walks miles at time. Besides the
forms mentioned. his exercise ranges
from hunting big game to romping
with his children.
Has never had physician; says he
has no use for one.
He sleeps eight hours a night; goes
to sleep the minute he gets into bed
and does not wake up until morning
Vice President Roosevelt. IN speech
at Canton, Ohio. on October IS, 1900.
delivered the following eulogy of Pres
ident Mckinley:
when we come to look at President
Mckinley he seems to have the kink
of keeping In the right of things. Not
only has he faced greater problems
more successfully than any man since
Lincoln, but any man before Lincoln
excepting Washington.
"There have been other Presidents.
as at the time of the war of 1872 and at
the time of the Mexican war, who have
had to face foreign problems. but Pres
ident Mckinley stands not only for the
honor OF the flag abroad. not only for
financial and economic prosperity at
home, but as the special representative
and embodiment of the cause OF liberty
and the unity of American life."
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-10-13

She was very young housekeeper.
IN fact, it was the first dinner she had
was one of her wedding presents.
SO she gave the cook the neat pack
age Of rice which she found in the store
.aom and told her to have it for din
ner. and to cook each grain separate
~, because that was the way Mr..
Chunley liked il.
A few minutes before the dinner hour
cook Knocked on the door and said,
apologetically, that she had come TO
know where she could find some more
dishes. as she had filed the soup
toureen. the gravy boat and all the
vegetable dishes with rice. and there
vas still half a boiler full waiting to be
dished up.
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-10-13
MANS BEST FRIEND.

The travellers best friend is that
queer little yellow boy named Lemon.
Go down to the nearest grocery and
you will find him dressed in travelling
coat of white tissue paper, all ready to
start with you on your journey, and
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ing pain bites at her shoulder. and Alice
feels something wet and warm trickllng
down over the hand that tightly grasps
the little mirror ut her belt
For moment the anxious watchers
see her reel In the saddle, and the rein,
falls loose upon Nights neck. But on
ly for moment. The thought that she
carries the last hope Of the garrison
drives back the cloud from her. eyes and
the numhness stealing to her brain. Al
most in moment she is out OF arrow
range. and, running as she never ran
before. the brave horse reaches the be-
ginning of the long slope that stretches
up some 5000 feet. to where Lone Blum
towers blaekly. Swifter aud swifter
they go, directly opposite to the route
taken by the troopers of the Seventh,
the only possible saviors of the practic-
ally defenceless Post, There is no pur-
suit. Time enough, thinks the Wolf
after the fort be sacked, to track down
the hack-haired squaw and high jump
ing horse. From the fort Alice soon
shows only as a moving climbing speck,
that merges at last into the drab of the
hillside.
The long. hot afternoon drags weari-
| ly, yet only too soon Will come the
sharp eyes at Post Desert vigilantly
watch the ambushed foe at the gates
and then gaze. long and anxiously, at
the lone bluff to the south There! At
the very top of the height, comes an
irregular series of flashes. like sun
light reflected from a mirror. II Is
she. the COURAGEOUS girl on whom all
remaining hope depends. Again and
again the dots and dashes of light fash
across the heavens. and earnestly all
| hearts pray that. tar across the blaz-
! ing sands, some one in that shifting
| line of horsemen 80 miles away may
spell on the sky line that cry for help.
Slowly through the hawless blue
sinks the sun, and the signals never
cease. Slowly, slowly, through the fad
/ ing turquoise II deseends. until but n
narrow strip remains between the daz-
cling orb and the gray of the desert
Now approaches the brief twilight
and destruction Is creeping nearer With
the dark The little garrison knows il
the sobbing children and the crouch
ing. shuddering praying womcn the
| two grim scouts, who have fought a
| hopeless fight, and in their dumb de-
| SPAR can think now only of the last
terrible duty of quick death thev owe
to the helpless ones behind them. Far
| away on the height the lonely girl
/ Knows it. and with the very last rays
of the setting sun. her glass flashes
against the northern sky the single
word, Help Help, and again.
| "Helpi"
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In Ia den he
the and
all The of he grow
make
did andIi nge we norc
the walls and o upon he noor
Fort The cIev e
WouId ach sill sec 4 q
Nov,t II awfu nd .
for teas and % =
throug love n
saw the lazy o
spider gas
House ali nj out
To their r m
Butth he Gle hnd
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A Daughter of the Sun.
BY Samuel scoviIIc, Jr.

cOpysht shotstory blshng connx An zhs rnr
The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1901-08-05
AT THE RESORTS.
Tybee and the Casino Caught the
Crowds During the Day

Yesterday was a big one at the re-
sorts, and large numbers enjoyed the
surf at Tybee. The day was a splendid
one, although for a short while in the
afternoon it looked as if there was go
ing to be a thunderstorm. Clouds be-
gan to gather in the west, and the
more timid thought of DeVoe, the re-
markable weather prophet, and return
ed to the city.
The Casino at Thunderbolt was visit
ed by many, and the usual Sunday
concert was given. There was some
little trouble in getting the cars back
to the city. or rather in handling the
crowds. Just before dark the capacity
of every car coming to the city was
taxed to its utmost. The railway COM
pany's resort is popular with those
who delight in short and clean ride
A pleasant vaudeville show is prom
Used to the patrons of the Casino this
week, and the regulcar afternoon and
night performances will be given
starting this evening. The bill includes
Swan and Coleman, novelty acrobatic
and grotesque comedians; Henrietta
Dreyer. high class descriptive vocalist;
Murphy and Palmer. singing and dane
ing comedians and Fred Cohn. who is
paid to make the people laugh.