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New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-10-27

SUPP Us $4,000 So'iS'' Sl'4-'4S' Dec- S7"''---
B. F. Toakum, Of the St. Louis and San Francisco
Railroad Company, in his report says that the
slight decrease in the earnings per mile is accounted
for by the fact that the earning capacity the
mileage added during the year has not been fully
developed. The net earnings for the year increased
80 per cent The increase in the operating expenses
per mile of AZ per cent is attributed to higher
wages higher prices for fuel and TO a corsiderab BILE
extent to the extraordinary expenses incurred by
the unusual floods in the early spring and summer.
The condensed general balance sheet as of June
60 shows:
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CONSOLIDATED EXCHANGE SALES

se4.a5s Total sales for the DAY. ENLISTED.
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OUTSIDE SECURITIES.

is ..........S267. 1J9 433 S211. 33tO4S
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the car He and the girl were laughing
over something that had happened at the
social function from which they had just
come. They sat down together opposite
the three theatergoers, and suddenly the
| broad smile faded from the young man.
| face. He stared straight across the car;
his lower jaw dropped and crimson flush
suffused his cheeks. He started to raise his
hat. but the young woman upon whom his
| startled eyes were resting deliberately
| turned her face away from him, after
| taking him in from head to foot with an
| analytic survey that would have turned a
hot tomato into a SNOWFALL.
AT the next corner the theatergoers got
| off the car. The husband and wife seemed
| on much better terms. They were whisper
| ing together about something that seemed
to amuse them. The little sisters eyes were
| simply shooting forth fireworks. She swept
out upon the platform and down the steps
| with air of outraged pride.
AS the car started again the young
man continued to gaze in front of him-into
space now. His companion looked at him in
Quisitively and then blurted out:
For goodness sakes, Billy, what's the
matter with you
Billy! The conductor and his friend on
the platform exchanged chances.
"Oh, nothin,'' said Billy, sheepishly. 81
was just thinking of something I'd for
gotten
The car continued on its trip. 1t was
well up town by this time and the passen-
gers-one or two at time-got off at the
different street corners and were swallowed
up in the darkness. The elderly ladies were
the first to leave after the theater-goer
had departed. They rose TO their feet while
| the car was stacking up for them and as
| 1t came to a stop with jolt they sat down
again good and hard-an incident worthy of
mention, as it put the finishing touch TO the
determination of one of them to bring
| suit against the street railway company
| The conductor breathed a tremendous sigh
| of relief when they had dismounted from
| the steps with their hand baggage. The
young lovers up in the corner soon fol-
| lowed-glad of a chance, no doubt, to get
| out of the glare of the electric lights
Billy and his yellow-haired girl were the
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WHAT HAPPENED ~ - II

next ones to go. The girl was doing all OF
the talking as they walked away into the
night, for Billy was still pretty Thoughtful:
he knew that he had lost out with far
prettier maiden than the yellow-haired one.
After the president with the accent on the
"dent'O Of the Daughters Of the White
Rose had laboriously climbed down the
steps at a little side street. with the sleep
ing little pickaninny snuggled UP in her
big arms. there was nobody left in the
interior OF the car except the bowling en-
thusiast and the messenger boy.
And now's where the trouble begins"
said the conductor with resignation in his
voice as he stopped the car after IT had run
along for three or four blocks. This is the
gents getting-off place
II was hard job waking UP the bowler.
The conductor shook him from side TO side
with all his might. but without any APP
preciable effect. The messenger boy be-
came so interested in the proceeding that
ne put aside Cheyenne Pete. the one-eyed
Avenger." and asked to be allowed TO hit the
sleeping gentleman a svipe over the nose
a proposition that was rejected with scorn.
The motorman and the newspaper man took
a hand in the game, and at last. through
sportsman from the South Side club was
brought into a state of semi-consciousness
and bundled out of the car.
''Whash you mean by thish?" he roared.
as he steadied himself as best he could
while standing in the street. I'll have
you 'reshted for putting me of your
carsh.'
There's your house. just two doors up
the street" answered the conductor sternly.
pointing with one hand in the direction OF
a little cottage, while he pulled the bell
rope with the other. Now. see II you
can't brace up and get TO bed, where you
belong"
AS the car sped onward to cover the last
few blocks of its farewell trip the bowl
ing enthusiast shook his fat fist on high
and swore to be even with the conductor
for not waking him up sooner. The last
view of the sportsman showed him in the
act of embracing a trolley pole while he
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Theater and had taken late lunch together
a fitting wind-up to the evenings amuse-
ment. So far so good. But just where the
quarrel had commenced and what 1t was
all about were mysteries that remained I'M
solved for their anxious fellow-passengers.
The two elderly women with the big travel
ing satchels actually craned their necks in
endeavoring to catch every word that fell
from the lips of the newcomers. and the
other people on board-not counting, of
course the lovers and the bowling enthu-
siast-were apparently just as much con-
cerned over the matter.
81 don't see why you and Charlie should
be cut UP over such small thing" said
the little sister. with sweetly pouting lips.
after she had made several vain attempts
to penetrate the gloor at had settled
over her relatives. TIE Oh a miserable
way to act when you're out for an evening s
fun. 1 wish to goodness that Billy had
come along-I would have had a good time
then. If this hadn't been one of Blly's
working nights She broke off abruptly
with a long-drawn sigh, and. to judge from
the wistful expression that spread itself
over her comely face, became absorbed in
picturing to herself how different things
would be If Billy were only there.
Her sister turned a freezing glance upon
her and told her that shed better attend
the theater with more congenial companions
hereafter while brother Charlie scowled
heavily I'D at an advertised sign on the op-
posite side of the car. and began committing
to memory the important information that
it gave forth to an interested world.
You never see Billy getting mad about
trifes, like Charlie does" said the little
sister, who had evidently made more OF a
study of Billy than she had of her English
grammar. "Billy's always good-humored,
no matter what happens. You know your
self, Clara, that nobody on earth but
Charlie would have got mad over such
a small thing that. Why, Billy would
never even"
"Well. Winnie, let's don't discuss Billy.
or anybody else" interrupted Clara, tap
ping with a nervous foot on the floor. eff
some people are idiots enough to lose their
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Observation-Disclosures
Quite recently 1 read an announcement
in daily paper that the railway, now be-
ing laid between Bulawayo and the Vic
toria falls of the Zambesi, would soon be
completed, and that weekend tickets would
then be issued enabling the weary citizens
of the modern capital of Matabeleland to
leave home on Friday evening, spend
Saturday and Sunday at the falls, and re-
turn to their work on Monday morning.
This announcement set me thinking. and
awakened many old memories of the days
when 1 first wandered and hunted through
the country soon TO be traversed by the
new railway. That was thirty years ago,
and Matabeleland was as little known and
as inaccessible then, as in any part of Cen
trail Africa to-day, for at that time not
yard of railway had been laid from any
coast town of the Cape Colony Natal
towards the interior of the country. 10
Bengula, the most powerful chief of the
Zulu race in South Africa, had but recently
been elected King of the Matabele, and
savagery seemed so firmly established
throughout all the territory between the
Limpopo and the Zambesi that / never
dreampt that 1 should live to see the de-
struction of the great chiefs far-reach-
ing power and the defeat and dispersal of
his brave but barbarous tribesmen, to be
quickly followed by the founding of
European town near the site of the old
native capital, and the building of rail-
way through the wilderness to the north.
Ah but the old days were the best, after
all-or at any rate l think The traveller
by rail to the Victoria falls will sit, il is
true, in saloon carriage. and journey at
his ease, with plenty to eat and drink
through seemingly endless wastes of low
forest and scrubby bush, and will probably
think it is terribly monotonous and unin-
teresting country; but no man will ever
again sit, 1 have often done, by camp
fire near one Of the little rivers the railway
will cross, eating prime pieces of fat ele-
plants heart, roasted on forked stick.
nor watch the great white rhinocerous
coming to drink just before dark, lie
and listen, as l have often DONE TO herd
after herd of elephants they drank and
bathed in the river near my camp. On
one particular night which 1 shall never
forget, the splashing and trumpetng of the
hot and thirsty elephants was kept up from
soon after dark till long past midnight.
| This was at the little river Sikumi, which
| the traveller of to-day will cross by an iron
| bridge. There was no monotony about the
| country between Bulawayo and the Vic
toria falls thirty years ago. The abund-
ance Of big game, elephants, black and
white rhinoceroses, giraffes, buffaloes,
zebras, and many varieties of antelope
made it always interesting to the hunter
and the lover of nature. AS 1 think OF my
early wanderings through those once we'll
stacked hunting grounds I'm the DAYS when
l made my living by shooting elephants. /
can recall many interesting experiences,
some of decidedly exciting nature, others
only curious. l never had any narrow
escapes from rhinoceroses. although l en-
countered numbers OF these prehistoric
looking animals. but ] do not think the
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thea ter-goers found ii impossible to keep
from joining in the merriment, much as
they disiiked TO break in upon the ecstasy
of being real mad at each other" AS for
the elderly ladies with the big satchels, they
giggled into their handkerchiefs in the
modest manner becoming their dignity. The
messenger boy roared boisterously.
The conductor came up to the little black
chap and jokingly said, Where's your
mothers fare, young mann
The young man addressed cast a fright
ened glance at his parent He knew full we'll
the financial condition of the mother coun-
try, and he knew that the ticket he held in
his hand was the only one that was forth
coming. And then, of a sudden, a happy
thought struck him. His face frightened.
and drawing himself up proudly, he said,
with an important air:
''Maw's the president Of de Daughtahs
of de White Rose. Deed, man, she don't
has to pay no faih.'
The general shout that greeted this an
nouncement so astonshed and embarrassed
the little fellow that he buried his face in
the ample lap of his parent The car hur-
ried along for three more blocks and
nothing was heard from him. Then a
sleepy voice came from the folds Of the
calico dress:
"Maw?" it said, questioningly.
Eyes babe" answered the mother, with
keen look of maternal appreciation.
us 1 gwine to be a kinductah when ]
grows up?"
Deed you is, Matthew"
long silence followed this, and the
mother fondly stroked the small kinky head
and murmured something about babe
gwine off into sleepy LAM But pretty
soon the tired-out little voice, somewhat
fainter this time, rose again from the
calico folds.
"Maw?"-oh, such a very weary little
voice.
Eyes, chile"
'I-wants-to-be-a-k inductah = on - de
The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-10-04
AN INDIANA COON HUNT
FUN In THE WOODS AT NIGHT WITH
THE DARKIEs AND DOGS.
'POssum Up a Gum Stump, Coon in n
HOlIer"-Cutting Down Trees to
Reach the Game.

This is the time of year when 'possums
and coons roam about of night fattening
on persimmons and pawpaws, which are
plentiful all over. the southern part of the
State. The second annual coon and pos
sum- hunt of the Clark County Club, near
the clubs preserve in the vicinity of the
Forestry reservation, took place Saturday
night Eight o'clock arrived and every
body was ready for the start In single
file they marched out of the sitting room
at the clubhouse. The party numbered
fully thirty-five, with the coon hunters and
natives who go along for the purpose of
chopping the trees should they succeed in
finding the game. Some of the party had
lanterns and others carried torches, such
as are used for political parades. Four or
five axes were taken. the dogs were called
together and the party was ready.
There were about seven dogs in the hunt,
and it could be plainly seen by their ac-
tons that they were perfectly aware of
what was going on. They watched their
masters closely as though waiting the
order to dash away. The black and tan
hound predominated among the lot. They
were all well broken and tried coon dogs.
IF there are any coons or 'possums prowl-
ing around tonight in this bottom" said
one of the natives. them dogs will most
certainly find EN-
Finally old Sol appeared with fire brand
in his hand, and then long drawn out
'whoopee, whoop 'em up the dogs were
given the word and dashed off for the
woods Old Sol took the lead and kept up
his call of encouragement to the dogs as
the party started
The attack was begun: open war was to
be waged, and heaven save the poor coons
and 'possums that were to come in their
way. The course which the party took
was southeasterly from the clubhouse.
They had gone but short distance when
one of the dogs gave the alarm and the
hearts of all began to jump with joy at the
prospects of battle between the dogs and
a coon. Old Sol said it was Rambler and
it was a sure thing he was on the track
of a coon.
Major Carruth said it might be a pos
sum.
Old Sol was certain it was a coon they
were trailing: he could distinguish the diff
ference in old Rambler's bark when he had
a coon or 'possum.
Suddenly the whole pack took up the
alarm and the long drawn out alarm bark
of the hounds was welcome music TO the
ears of the whole party.
Listen" says old Sol. Dat am old
Rambler and Snider. Got a coon sho', and
right in among dem big trees in de bottom .
All hands go to them. and sure enough
old Sol was right; the dogs lad freed a
coon up one of the biggest oaks in the for
est
Look at dat tree good" said-anSal.
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Modern literary tendencies are not among
the latter, however. AS a general thing,
they are too noisy to suit me. Every scrib-
| bier, 1t seems to me, is trying TO puff his
or her productions into Dreyfus affair." AS
TO the newspapers, the best of them are
given to exaggeration. Forever on the hunt
for new solutions of lifes problems, every
penny charlatan can feed them with dis
! coveries' as old the hills. Among the
younger writer's there may be one or two
geniuses, but the fashionable mode of pro-
ducing and launching books does not favor
| the development of great talents. Such
VIII be swamped unless they turn their
attention from the self-appointed lessees of
intelligence to the masses.
Another thing: The imperative quest for
new sensations necessarily involves the
| shelving of many old truths which ii took
| centuries to discover and safely establish.
| But / repeat" continued Tolstoi, that my
main concern Is for the masses. Standing
without the pale of the 100000 Russian Sc
| lect,' l am heart and soul with the 120, OO0,-
900 Of my countrymen who are searching for
| truth in the book of life
| Tolstoi then read the letter of an Indian
multi. just received. telling OF mental prog
ress among the Mohammedan races. and an
old peasant rose from a corner of the
library. where he had been quietly listen
ing to the philosophers words. and put him.
| self on record as follows: II think we can
have full confidence in the Little Father,
because he does what he breaches, and. de-
| spite opposition and troubles of all sorts.
| adheres 10 his chosen path"
| Tolstoi showed US one of his many birth
day presents in book form, Professor Met
schnikow's latest work. Studies of HUI
man Nature"
THE learned Frenchman," he said, lis
of opinion that human unhappiness is MAIN
~ due TO the imperfections of the human
| system, these imperfections acting like
weights attached to our feet. They hinder
our development. cause us to grow old be-
! fore time and smite us with disease and
| sufferings. Now for his remedy" continued
Tolstoi raising his voice, "he knows only
one-science. According TO Metschnikow,
there is limit to the possibilities OF
science. Science. he thinks, will eventually
solve all questions of mental and physical
| life. Kidding the human race OF ills and
thus guaranteeing perfect happiness"
| Tolstoi smiled grimly as he pronounced
| the las. words. He is a truly intelligent
and very learned person. this French writ
| err" he added. but does not know man
kinds real needs and grievances.
''Metschnikow affects TO think that we
do not live long enough. while the real
| trouble is that We do not live well enough.
Ninety-nine per cent. of all human beings
| 1--we they ought not to live and their ex-
istence is marked by reprehensible deeds,
which do not benefit the author and are a
source OF discomfort pain TO others,
while the per cent. abstaining from evil
doing. confines itself TO words. words
words. nothing but words"
Tolstoi threw the book on the table and
said emphatically Ere Metschnikow in
] fiicts another work on his fellow-beings.
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discharged from the service. We're good
friends now, however. And as for those
two old ladies with the travelling satchels-
/ know them. too. One of them tried to
work off bum nickel on me the other day,
and when / wouldn't take it she said she'd
bring suit against the street railway COM
pany. She hates the sight of mel know
by the look she gave me when she boarded
the car. think that she and her friend
have been out OF town somewhere attend
ing convention of some society for the
suppression of vice. Oh, have some funny
experiences sometimes-but say. you
going to ride very far with me?'
YES" said the interested scribe, who had
not, up to two minutes before, had the
least intention of doing anything of the
sort: I'm going out to the end of the line.
and see what happens on the way"
And this is what happened:
AT the next corner a man and two women
boarded the car 1t was plain from the
moment that they stepped into the light
from the electric bulbs that a quarrel had
taken place between the man and the elder
Of his fair companions. Before the trio
had been seated three minutes the fact
became apparent that the man and the elder
OF the two women were husband and wife,
and that the younger and prettier of the
newcomers was the wife's sister. The mar
ried ones were extremely sarcastic in adj
dressing each other; the pretty sister was
inclined to take a happier view of the sit
uation and made an occasional effort to
restore peace. The three were so COM
pletely taken up with their own affairs
that they seemed wholly oblivious of the
fact that everybody on the car was hang
ing desperately on every word they ut
tered-everybody but the pair of cooling
doves up iii the corner, who didn't even
know of their existence. and the bowler
from the South Side, who was lost in bliss
full dreams.
1t developed that the new arrivals had
been witnessing a performance at the Park
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zHE conductor yawned, glanced up
at the big clock in the tower of
81 ! the Union Station, adjusted his
s3 own watch, an awkward silver
lASsISA3 article, so that its hands cor
S responded with those OF the
giant time piece, and then gave two quick
little pulls at the bell rope The motor
man. UP in front. laid aside the sporting
edition OF an evening paper, over which
he had been porting, drew on a pair Of
gloves. gave the controlling handle of his
electric machine twist, and the car started
forth on its final uptown trip of the night.
Yes. there'n be an owl car later on, OF
course. but this is the last regular trip"
explained the conductor TO a newspaper man,
who stood with him on the rear platform
And maybe you think I'm not tickled to
death TO make this farewell journey. It's
no fun being a conductor on busy line.
I can tell you. and when things are rush
ing. as they have been tonight. this last
trip comes JOY 10 the heart. AS
rule. the motorman and myself are about
the only two people on the car during
midnight trip that are feeling good, for the
passengers are nearly always tired out and
cross and wishing they were buried under
comfortable bed covers.
Now, just look at that company inside.
Except for couple Of lovers. huddled up
together In the farther end of the car,
it's a pretty sour looking assembly. Amt
It? The young fellow and the girl have
been out to a dance, L guess. and the
world looks pretty good to 'em, even If it
is as black as pitch out in the night The
rest OF my guests kind % down in the
mouth. You see that fat little man who's
sound asleep? Well, he's a regular patron
Of this final trip every Saturday night He
belongs TO a bowling club down on the
South Side-one Of those bowling clubs
where the losing players set up the beer to
the crowd. / don't know whether he wins
or loses. but he always manages to get in
on the beer. He goes home each Saturday
night In the same condition that you see
him now He expects me to wake him
up when the car reaches his street. and