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SAVE THE WOODS.
Policy of the President as to the
West.

Commissioner Richards of the
general land office at Washington who
Is the special representative of the pre-
sident in all matters pertaining to
lands, irrigation and forestry, and
who was for four years governor of
Wyoming has made the following
statement
THE presidents purpose aud desire
which has been the fate of those in
large portions of the Appalachian
mountains and other forest sections
OF the country. In doing this sup
ply of timber will be preserved for
future needs. 1t is and has been the
presidents constant policy to cncour-
age the settlement of hon buildi RS in
every way to see that actual settlers
within tue forest reserves are accord
ed every reasonable protection and
those living within the Immediate
vicinity of these reserves who are
dependent upon the reserves for graz
ing area for cattle aud horses, and for
necessary timber for building and
fuel, accorded access to the reserves for
those PURPOSES under such reasonable
restrictions as will prevent waste and
destruction. 1t has been so conclu-
sively demonstrated that uncontrolled
sheep grazing in forest reserves is in
furious to the forest growth and TO the
natural water cover that the great
migratory fiocks of sheep are neces-
sarily kept out of the reserves, but
even this policy is pursued with eau
tious attention to the prevention of
injury to those engagede in sheep
raising. The preservation of wild
game sucn AS moose, elk and deer.
which is only minor feature of the
control of,the forest reserves, is au-
thorized by an act of Congress which
directs that those employed in the for
estry service shall in all practicable
WAYS aid in the enforcement of the
game and fish laws of the state or ter
ritory in which the forest reserve is
located.
The work of establishing and main
tanning forest reserves will have
such vast and beneficial influence
in the settlement and development of
the western states and territories that
it must be controlled by fixed policy
The one guiding purpose OF the admin
istration in dealing with forestry
with pasturage, with irrigation, with
the land generally, is to help and
make easy the path of the home build
er. the small ranchman or tiller of the
soil, and not to let land be exploited
ad skinned by those who have NO
permanent interest therein and who
do not build homes or remain actual
residents.
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Your Trip Short But Pleasant

If you go via Union Pacific; short,
because its time is the quickest plea
SAINT, because its patrons are provided
with all the comforts and coDveniences
thought and ingenuity can suggest.
See your local agent for through
tickets east and west or address f. r.
Griffin, general agent, Denver. Ola
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Rubber Stamps.

The Tribune is prepared to furnish
them on short notice. Call and see
samples of type and leave your order.
The Tribune also furnishes corporate
seals, stock ledgers, stock certificates.
etc, at Denver prices. If
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To California for $4,000

Via Union Pacific, one way tickets
on sale daily to June 18th. Though
tourist sleepers daily. Tickets good
via Salt Lake and through most
portions of country en-
route. See your local agent or ad-
dress +. r. Griffin. General Agent,
Denver. 3-l4
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Against Slot Machines.

Topeka, Kas., March 1.-THE house
passed the senate bill prohibiting
the use of slot machines in Kansas.
Governor Bailey says he will sign the
bill. Under the provisions of the
new law, the operation of slot
machines is regarded as felony.
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w ell Again.

The many friends of John BlouDt
will be pleased to learn that he has
entirely recovered from his attack of
rheumatism. Chamberlain Pain
Balm cured him after the best doctors
in the town tMonon, Ind. had failed
to give relief. The prompt relief
from pain which this linimeut affords
is alone worth many times its cost.
For sale by all druggists.
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A little class ad i'll The Tribune
will bring results. Try it. Only %
cents for fifteen words one week
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Grandest Trip in the West, SIS. 90
To Portland, Tacoma, Seattle, and
many other points daily to April 30th /;
takes you along the Columbia river by
daylight. Tourist sleepers daily via
Union Pacific. See your local agent
or address E. X. Griffin. general
agent. Denver. Ola
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Bargain for the Gardner.

FOR SALE-A Planet junior seed
drill, Planet one wheel hoe and a
Planet two wheel hoe, at Bookings.
~
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difficulty. Mr.. Meyer called atten-
tion to the fact that one of the basic
principles of the Western Federation
of Miners was that all labor troubles
should be submitted to arbitration.
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The best geologists in the state all
agree that the San Luis valley is Il
Conejos County Oil company They
are going right after it. eff
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old papers at this office for 20
cents per hundred Just the thing
for putting under carpets ~
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Go to Browns pharmacy and see
the Indian blankets. 5-tf
The daily tribune., 1903-03-11

Commencing March 9Th the Santa
Fe will place on sale colonist tickets
to California points at s25. 90. A. G
Palmer, Agent. If
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Sells the choicest resi-
dence lots in the city y
The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1903-02-15
BY MARGARET KENNA.

M ARvEL had been disappointed
mn in love. He had laid his worship
L I at the feet o. q girl who was
Was about 10 be married. Sometimes such
an affair is like a soft white cocoon.
whence an exquisite butterfly goes forth
- the sun. sometimes it, is quite other
wise
Dorothy CIemence had been married
more than year. and Marvel had grown
quite used 10 meeting her. Across a
crowded room be frequently recognized
the rosebuds in her bonnet. He smiled
90 think chat there could be distinguish
ing rosebuds. hut when ne made his way
n Them. Mrs. CherringtOn was always
There and Mrs. CherrinEton's placid
mouth always broke into a smile OF vel
rome Ills heart no longer nuttercd 10
his lips. ana he had even been brave
enough 30 dine twice with the Cher
ringtons-
Those who loved him icas, said a. the
club shat MarveI's career had finished
with the unrequited tenderness for Dor
othy Clemence. Those nearest his heart
said that this had been but the begin
ming OF his life
MIR. Marvel needs little rest and
adventure. don't you think" Dorothy
had asked her husband. as the gentle
maj, fl, question stood at their carriage
one afternoon
II think il Sc only that Do is stand
inc under lar OF strong yellow sun
light ." Chcrrington gently replied.
II am about TO have a little adven-
ture." said Marvel. There is a prom
ising little boy out in Greenbricr. and
am thinking Of bringing him to Wash
ington. He is one OF the Cranberry
twins. Mrs. Chcrrington. II anything
happens TO me. Will you and your hus-
band look after him9"
we viii. indeed ioyfully," promis-
cd Dorothy. as her carriage swept away
So one day in spriugtime. Marvey end
Bobby Flax padded over the GreenbTieT
River 10 take the express 10 Washing
ton. Marvel lit his pipe and smoked H.
watching the oars swing in Bobby 3
small hands. Hc thought the boy 3
Jeans fitted him rather sparingly but
he also thought Eobby's mother must be
a very dexterous young woman to HVE
out such neat homespun.
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BOBBY FLAX THE SORROW IN THE LIFE OF A SENATE PAGE

turning around. In the name OF God,
Bobby, what Is the matter?-
Ny mother Is dead Mr. Marvel he
said softly. she has been dead a long
time. She died Thursday Thursday.
Friday. Saturday. Sunday. Monday. Tues
day'-he counted on his 1ngers-'.Mr.
Marvel. my mother has been dead sir
days"
Marvel took his pipe from his lips, aud
the sparks IN 1t rolled out and burned
his scarlet dressing gown. He sat down
quietly in a big arm chair
Come here. Bobby"
Bobby rose and walked TO him.
Your mother is dead. Bobby he be-
gan. with a deep tremor in his tones.
My mother Is dead. too, and 1 know
what you feel ! know all the things
which you cannot possibly tell me.
He ran his fingers through BObby's hair
and played with one OF his curls. My
mother was not as young as your mother.
when she died. I was not as young as
you. either, but I needed her then as
much as you need your beautiful mother
Eow. / was not good like you. Bobby
I was a man OF the world. cost my
mother heartaches. II seems 10 me that
she died that / might learn 70 live At
her grave, I gave my energies to my liv-
ing. in remembrance OF the dead She
loved churches. like your mother. and
built a church TO her memory-a little
chapel where the Ragtags and the Bob
tails could come in their torn trousers
and pinafores-
You are going 20 build a church like
that now. Bobby will write the check
in a moment little gray stone church
among the hills The doors will be
wide enough TO let in the biggest sin
ner. and the windows viii be open, that
the birds may fash in n they will The
bell in the steeple viii offer its blithe
Invitation. and the gold cross will lifr
its arms bravely to heaven. Your little
sisters shall trim the marble altar with
flowers. and IN summer Mrs Cheering
ton and Mrs. Earle viii sing there Who
knOws?" he murmured dreamily The
organs soft tones may break up the
storm in some forlorn heat.
As Marvel talked. tears came 20 Bob
by's eyes. His own tears trickled down,
and were salt in his mouth.
you made your mothers death easy
ard sweet. Bobby. Isn't IL something
for you 20 feel that from the first breath
you drew you were a pleasant thought
in her young life? And when you begin
TO bear il. and TO live again. you viii
/ feel that it is better TO have her up
there
Bobby's ewes closed. Marvel laid him
/ down. and. pulling his scarlet dressing
gown together, dropped on his knees.
! 1.-THE END.l
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When they got into the train Mar
veI's protege took of his hat and cross
ed his feet. Taking off his hat was a
dramatic performance with Bobby. for
he had a superb young head. with an
ethereal lot Of curIs twisted bewilder-
ingly about IT, They were the soft.
ha-en curIs which the French dolls
have in the windows Of Broadway. and
they we're strange upon this brown boy.
They gave Marvel twinges of reproach,
too. Bobby's mother had the same curls.
DO you Think you viii like it, Bob
by" he asked.
Yes" he muTmured, and a smile
v-inkled his shy mouth.
Marvel reflected that hitherto the lines
had not fallen in happy places for Robin
Cranberry. That was his real name.
Bobby Flax had come with the curIs.
His father was a disconsolate farmer.
Misfortune trained after him every
where. The browning disaster had come
enc night. when his house burned to the
earth. and left him and his wife and
children a naked group at the mercy Of
the winds. Bobby's mother had caught
cold that night. She was a very young
mother. and Bobby was the first in a
long flight OF steps
From the time he was able TO toddlc
he had sold baskets. which his mother
made. 90 the ladies in the hotel Marvel
first saw the boy when his father leased
a farm near the springs, which vas part
OF the Marvel property. The young man
liked his fine brown face and his pathe-
tic little energies, and resolved TO give
him a career. He wrote 10 Washington
and succeeded in getting him a place as
page in the Senate II had been a keen
and delicate affair. kidnapping Bobby
but MaryeTs diplomacy was equal to the
occasion. and at last they were on their
way to Washington together
ITS very pretty in here. isn't it?" he
said.
Yes" Bobby reJoined. I've often
sold baskets fo~ mother in these trains
but never sat down in one before. You
can see yourself in the looking glass. too
] wish mother could see herself IN a goot
looking glass" he added radiantly-
Your mother is a beautiful woman
( Marvel said softly. Il know only two
women whose faces compare with hers
/ one is a dear friend OF mine. Mrs
Earle. and the other a Mrs. Cherrington-'
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her shoes and stockings. and her feet
are as pink as roses, You'd never think
she'd been up and down the hill TO the
spring three times a day ever since 1
was born. She's only twenty eight. and
she's never been in a train OF on a
beat"
The summer deepeEed and the session
lasted. Bobby gave up the hope Of going
home to bring his mother back for a
visit. She wrote him that she had a
very bad cold. and alarm filled his little
soul. 1t was a silent alarm. The issues
in Bobby's young existence were all ST.
lent ones.
One day a young woman strayed into
the Senate chamber She was a very
slight creature. and she had slipped past
the doorkeeper. lie called 10 her that
women were not permitted entrance
there Two or three men told her 50.
too, as she passed them on the way in.
a white haired old Senator was just
rising to the supreme sentence in his
speech. He was near the door. and she
TREMENDOUSLY touched his arm. She had
come through the rain in a white mus
lin dress. Her suubonnet fell 70 her
shoulder. and her faxen hair fell with
il in damp curIs about her face.
Take this young girl out" said the
Senator to a doorkeeper.
Il am not a young girl" she said.
Il am looking for my little boy. 1
wrote TO him to meet me at the train
guess he didn't get the letter DO
YOU know him.
My dear young lady. he is not here
and you are transgressing the law No
woman is admitted to this floor"
He must be here" she said. and her
eyes travelled everywhere They were
large. strong eyes. and they seemed TO
battle even the sunshine as they searched
the faces that were turned 10 her.
Where can I find him." she cried.
The women in the galleries bent their
glasses. The Senators stroIled down the
aisIes- In her anguish aud em6arra5s-
ment she was like piece OF marble
The sergeant arms spoke to her. but
she did not seem TO hear. Then he laid
his hand upon her, pushing her gently
toward the door 1t swung open. and
Bobby Flax ran in. His forehead wrin-
kled roughly. his soft eyes seeming TO
have caught FIRE. he looked like a very
young ayenging angel.
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that that l wished 20 talk to you. You
must net follow me"
Why not?' he asked. leaning forward.
his arms on his knees. his hands loosely
clasped in front OF him
Because do not wish it, Because
am going to put stop to it," He
clinched his hands more closely and he
hurried on Il ought to have done it
long ago. only there never seemed any
thing to put stop TO. I have never de-
ceived you about how I felt. but have
not done right TO let you waste the best
years OF your life in caring for a woman
who could not care for you And am
not going TO do it any long I never
knew a man could be as true and faith
full as you have been. Jack. You ought
TO be narriea-you would make such n
good husband for some girl But you
never will think OF her nor look for her
while I am around. And so l am going
TO take myself out OF your life. IL is
the only thing to do. Jack. Jack, don't
DO that" as. still leaning forward. he
covered his face with his hands Don't
mack it any harder fer me- It isn't
pleasant to have 10 say this, but don't
you see that I must?--
He took his hands from his face and
its hasgard lines reproached her.
NO. I don't" he said YEARLY, and
the Hfeless tone grieved her more than
the oId-time yehemence. Il never
should see it. You could not make me
II you will excuse me l will not stay
and dine. l could not talk. haven't
any idea in my head but one. and that's
branded there 1 will see you before
you sail. VIII you tell your mother
that I could not stay" and before she
could reply ne had left the house.
The next few days were very busy
ones. A week after she bad broken the
news to Jack. Agnes returned home late
one afternoon, tired and dispirited. For
the first time she was conscious OF miss
ing something in her life. For some
reason she did not regard her trip with
the same degree Of enthusiasm. and
leaned YEARLY against the brownstone
portico as she waited for the door to
. be opened. She stopped in the hall TO
pull of her gloves. and picked up a let
ter that was lying upon a silver salver.
1t was from Jack. With eager fingers
she was about to open 1t. when voices
were waited out 10 her from the draw
/ ing room; her mothers and their pas
/ tors. with whom they could claim some
thing more than a sunday acquaintance.
No DR.. Haskell was saying. "they
cannot tell yet whether IL is very seri-
Gus injury or not. Dr. Brooks was in
Clined 10 think It was There Will DC
! another examination"
Agnes parted the portieres and stood
between them.
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"Wiu I see them" Bobby breathed.
Perhaps. Marvel said. 4 have
adopted you. Bobby. and if anything
should happen to me. Mrs. Cherrington
has promised to take care Of you
He bought a lot OF illustrated papers
for the boy. and then strolled into the
other car 20 smoke. The vivid figures
in Life" and Truth" were quite old
friends 10 Bobby The dining room at
the farm was papered with them. He
looked at them all, and then curIed up
on the velvet seat and went to sleep.
The journey was soon over. When
they stepped off the car in Washington
deep nushes rose in Bobby's cheeks, and
he trod fast upon MarveIs heels. It was
raining. and cab carried them away.
The dome Of the Capitol was very white
against the quiet sky, and the green
wilderness about it sharpened the pic
ture to Bobby's enchanted eyes.
Marvel was thinking 100 deeply 20
speak. lie took out Mrs. Cherrington's
letter
IF in ease anything should happen to
you" he read. little Bobby Flax is 10
be an inheritance to me. let me pffer
few suggestions. DO not fit him out
anew to take him TO Washington Let
him travel there in the modest clothes
which came from his mothers fingers
Make him feel that his career is within
his grasp. Take him TO modest apart
meut TO live Wait until he is very
much older 20 give him gIimPses into
the sumptuous life OF the club. Train
his hands to toll and talk TO him at
night about God and his mother. II
would be much easier so indulge so sweet
boy. but you have his body and soul in
your keeping"
And Marvel had obeyed her orders The
cab stopped at d white frame house near
the Capitol. The pillars along the porch
were wrapped in ivy. Swiss curtains
/ huttered in the windows. and a pot OF
priuroses stood on the steps. Bobby s
home was TO be as simple as Mrs. Cher
rIngton could wish
/ Bobby" said Marvel after break
/ fast. Il want to tell you why l brought
you to Washington in suit OF your
/ mothers homespun. instead Of orderinl
/ clothes for you from my tailor There
are handsomer clothes in the world thar
| those OF your mothers weaving, but
! there are none so good for you to wear
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DO not touch her be cried. pointing
with his brown finger she is my
mother:'
He ran to her then and flung himself
into her arms. He tore away the wet
bonnet from her shoulders. and shook
the rain from her hair Her merry
laughter went through the whole cham
Der.
4 am very sorry" she said simply,
turning 10 the Senator's. 1T was a pity
20 trouble you. but" and her res
few blithely around the rOom-"I had
been looking for Bobby eli day in the
rain" and taking Bobby's hand. she van
ished
The white haired old Senator rose. Il
move that we adjourn, he said. with
deep resonance. "out Of respect for Bob
by and his mother"
Mrs. Cranberry paid Bobby a long visit.
Marvel spent his afternoons with them.
and they went everywhere. She WAS very
picturesque in her print dress, and her
white bonnet with the faxen curls be
meath. Sometimes. in the dimness OF a
great church. Marvel found himself woa-
dering how he could ever have thought
that her beauty lacked hber. Under the
purple and crimson tints OF the stained
glass. there was something almost mys-
teal In her fairness. The hardness q
her lot had wrought little hollows in
her pink cheeks, and left shadows about
her eyes. but the Curls made her look
wonderfully like a child. and big. bright
smiles kept slipping over her delicate
mouth
At last the train rolled away that car
ried her beyond the mountains. Bobby
consoled himself with the thought that
winter would soon be over. and he and
Marvel would 90 out 20 the farm for TIE
summer. AT Christmas. he sent his
mother a lavender shawl. 10 wear tc
church. with the hope that her cold was
well. He told her the pretty things peo-
pie said Of her. finishing with the warm
assurance. Il love you. And ! am not
the only one Mr.. Marvel loves you
too.
II was the coolest Christmas Bobby
had ever known. The mails were late
and the wires were frozen. Among Mar
wells beIated letters. there came note
20 Bobby:
My Dear Son.
Your mother died last Thursday.
/ Twas no use 10 telegraph. We buried
/ her Saturday. Don't come home; there
/ is nothing you can do, Bobby. Your
I father, DICK CEANBERRf
/ Marvel was at the window. lOokina
out into the street. as Bobby read his
/ letter,
some little boys are snowballing eacr
!other on Maryland Avenue he observed
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1t Is the DID, Old Tale Told New Way, the Heroine Being
an Imperious Girl Who Had Devoted Her Life to the
Uplifting of Gods Unfortunates.

What arc you going to do about
hi--e"
Agnes Merrington arose.
Nothing. she replied. and sailed ma
jesjicaHy from the room.
But she knew. even as she said it, that
something must be done about Jack. and
that speedily. She might plan her life
without him as definitely as she chose.
but there always remained one obstacle
to enforcing it-Jack's own equally pos
itive determination not 20 be left out
Other men had cared for her. and had
left her in pique or despair In either in
tcrcsting stage consoiing themselves
soon at other shrines. But not so with
Jack He was capable Of becoming an
cry and flying of 20 have a desperate
Irritation with some girl whom he knew
he could marry and did not want 10. but
the scheme was never successful Il did
rot make Agnes jealous nor cure him OF
i.s love for her. He could call himself
an ass. and say that he didn't know a
nan who would stand such treatment.
and swear that it would be the last time
for him. But in the end he would always
conclude that half a loaf was better than
no bread at all. and a day or two more
would ind him again at her door.
Sometimes on Saturday nights he
would follow her 70 summer hotel,
arriving on the scene, a tall, straight
figure with an open. winning face. that
fairly beamed good will TO all. He knew
that he was never unweIcome. And he
knew that she liked him also. But that
was not what he wanted. They would
be together d great deal then, and
people in the hotel would say what
a fine looking couple they were, and
wonder what relation they bore 70 each
other, setting it down as cousinly. The
cool. matter-of-fact manner OF the girl
made the thought OF their being lovers
Impossible
| II the night was stnI and beautiful,
and they happened 20 be alone out OF
doors. Jack would know what the
chances were in favor OF his losing his
head. and that he would not be re
/ sponsibIe for what he might say, nor
would Agnes be able to stop him. He
would then sweep all pretense OF pIa-
| tonic or brotherly affection aside, and
would tell her passionately of how he
/ loved her, longed for her. must have
/ her, or how he was of no use when
she was away. and was only happy near
her. Then he would ask her again Il
/ she couldn't love him just a Iittle-he
didn't ask for much-and she would re-
ply that she Gid not care for him q
/ great deal. and he would seize her
hand wildly. dropping it quite as quick
{ ~ when she added. "as a friend. "
But 1 don't want a friend he would
exclaim, bitterly
Very we'll" she would reply. quiet-
". You don't have 10 have me-"