Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1905-07-27


scampered away to castle In the coun-
try. and crawled under bed, oil the peo-
ple call him the Little Jack Rabbit"
and his fate Is sealed. as a bomb will
blow him into pieces 30 small they will
have to be swept up In q Justpan for
burial, maybe before dad and can get
out OF Russia.
Going TO st. Petersburg for pleasant
outing is a good deal like visiting the
Chicago stockyards to watch the bloody
men kill the cattle. and thu butchers In
the stockyards. calloused against any
feeling for suffering animals. are like
the soldiers here who shoot down their
neighbors because they are hired 10 do
so. The murder If those unarmed work
ing men, that Sunday. has changed q
helpless. pleading people into anarchists
with deadly bombs In their blouses
where they were accustomed to carry
black bread to sustain life. and with the
menace OF Japan In the far east and an
outraged people at home, Russia Is In
bad way. and II I was the car or a g and
duke. would find woodchuck hole and
arrange with the woodchuck for fur
nished fat.
didn't think there was going to be
anything going on in Russia except
bloodshed and bombs. and things TO
make you sorry that you were here. and
I was willing to take chloroform. and let
them carry me home in box. with my
description on the cover. until the doc
tor. told me that DAD was IN condition
of nervousness that he needed something
to happen to get his mind of OF the
awful scenes he had witnessed. and
asked me II couldn't think Of some
thing to excite him. and wake him up,
and then dad said, after he got so he
could 60 out doors: "Hennery. you have
always been Johnny on the spot when
needed diversion, and want you to take
your brain apart, and oil the works, and
see If you can't conjure up something to
get my blood circulating. and my pores
open for business, and anything you
think of goes, and | swear | will not
kick II you scare the boots of Of me-"
Well. that was right into my hand.
and set my mind to strike at four p. m
had been out riding once with the Chi
cago man. in q sledge. with three horses
abreast, all runaway horses. and the
driver was a Cossack who dashed the
horses into run every smooth place he
found in the road. and 1t was like run
ming to a fire, so got the Chicago fell
low to so with me and we found the Cos
sack and he was drunken than usual.
There is a kind of liquor here called
vodka. which skins wood alcohol and
carbolic acid to finish. and when man
is full of it he is SO mad he wants to cut
his own throat. This driver had put
up sideboards on his neck and had two
jags in one, and we hired him by the
hour.
/ told the Chicago man the circum-
stances and that | had got to get dad
out of his trance, and he said he would
help me. When | was out riding the
day before l noticed that the road was
full Of great dane dogs. wolf hounds and
stag hounds, which followed their
masters sledges out in the country. and
the dogs loafed around, hungry. looking
for bones, and fighting each other, so
decided to get the dogs to chase our
sledge, and make dad think we were
chased by wolves. Thought that would
make dad stand without hitching, and
1t did.
The Chicago man bought some cannon
and bought. a cows liver,
and hitched it to rope. ami hid it in the /,
back seat. and my Chicago friend and
took the back seat. and we got dad in the
seat behind the driver. and started about
an hour before dark out in the country.
through a piece of woods that looked |
quite wolfy. On the way out the driver
let his horses run away few times. like
you have seen in Russian pictures. and
dad was beginning to sit up and take
notice, and seemed 10 act like man who
expects every minute to be thrown overa
precipice, and mixed up with dead
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