Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-12-06
soon soothed her 70 sleep.

soon soothed her 10 sleep.
Then it was that Twinkling Star
appeared to her spirit. He was sad,
and did not look as handsome as
when she left him.
My wife, YOU have broken the Gus
toms of the sky. AS much as I would
like to take you up again. my people
will not permit me to do. so. I must
mourn for you always, and can new
er shine so brilliantly as the other
stars" concluded the young man.
Makatah was wailing and crying for
her lost husband when tiny red star
appeared at his side in the sky, and
its spirit came to meet her spirit as
the other departed. 1t was a baby
boy. He looked the very image OF
his father, except that his cheeks were
red, hence the star gave a reddish
light.
i have come to stay with you az
your son. I will hunt for you and
protect you here below" said the lit.
tie fellow cheerily.
Makatah wiped away her tears and
embraced the little star boy. "Ah,
Red Star. my son, you are destined
to be the father of all the Red people
here upon the earth!" said she.
Now the sun rose, and all the fash
eyakas Joined the two old people In
gleeful and sweet music. Maaatah
awoke from deep sleep, and found
at her side pretty little chubby boy,
who smiled up into her face. From
that time she was happy woman.
Red Star grew up to be hand
some young man He was very
strong, also. Old man Mato (the
Bear) gave him a bone bow, and told
him never to be afraid to use 1t. Old
man Beaver gave him a stone toma-
hawk and told him that he must not
be lazy. Old Buffalo Bull gave him
a knife and said: cut deep when
ever you have the right TO cut!"
Presently Shunkmanito, the Wolf,
who had been his guide In boyhood,
said to him: You must hunt alone,
for you are now a mani" Then 1t
was that his mother, Maltatah, told
him about his cousins in the sky.
MY son." said she, the children
OF my sister, Mineota, will guide you
in your wanderings. When you roam
alone at night, you must look UP your
cousins the Stars. They viii guide
you, your children and your chif5iren's
for generations"
Red Star wandered far and wide
and at last found a wife His chill
lren were the Red people, who are
descended from a mortal maiden and
a Star.
City Of Steam and Electricity.
The cab is no integral part of New
York life. Venice without the gon-
dola were as unthinkable as woman
without hair. No little OF London's
charm is in its swiftroil-
ing hansoms., These things we know.
But one can't think of New York In
terms of cabs, Once upon time I
was an exile; only in memory did the
great city rise before me; and what
/ saw was this: Huge canons OF
stone and steel--filled with noise ard
darkness-through which great yell
low worms crawled one after the
other, in mid-air That is the pic
ture OF New York that haunts the ex-
lie, even as the outlawed Venetian IA
obsessed by slim. block gondolas cut
ting across lanes of moonlight. Your
true New Yorker Is a steampropecteh,
electrically carted person; only In
exceptional moments Of gloom or
gayety does he ride in carriage
and pair" He is carriage ridden to
a funeral; he cabs IL In whey mo
ments, on cark errands, when the fear
Of God is not In him. The cabin
stinct is but family developed in him.
There are only two thousand licensed
cabs and hacks on the island of Man
haitian. Others there are, of course,
plying practically In the dark quar-
tiers; but even with these thrown la
the reckoning is small. No. the New
Yorker is not a cabby person.-vance
Thompson In Outing Magazine.