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passenger who pays his way with hard cash.
"Well, he wouldn't, then.s It amt no use
to try know old Stubbs."
Eben came to the same conclusion, after
that his father had written to Stubbs. asking
the latter to take good care of his boy pas
senger and see that he came to no harm.
"If it wasn't for this tarnal bend. we'd
pass within half mile of the bushes !" con-
stinued the driver, dexterously ficking a. fly
from one of the off oxen with the long lash
Of his whip. eve make fve-mile bend
just beyond here. for you see we've. got TO
follow the river. when, if we could Just cut
across. we'd get to our camping place IN one
fourth of the distance"
This suggested to Eben an idea which he
was not slow in putting into effect.
He continued the conversation long enough
to be sure of the direction to be taken, and
then dropped back among the wagons which
were following.
At the first favorable opportunity, and
when great dust-cloud hid his movements,
he concealed himself behind bunch of sage
brush and hugged the ground until the last
wagon had passed.
This consumed time, and he thought he
should be baked by the sun while the slow
moving wagons were creeping by.
When the train disappeared around the
bend of the hills. he got up from his cramped
position and struck out into the sandy waste,
heading in the direction the driver had point
ed out.
1t was the first time Eben had been in the
hills, which he had viewed SO often. and he
found the labor of walking in the heavy sand
much more irksome than he had anticipated
Portions of the ridges had been burned
over the previous summer, killing out the
coarse grass which held the loose sand TO-
gether, and in such places he sank shoe-sole
deep The glare of the sun was also intense
-blindingly SO. as it was reflected by the
heated surface.
After he had traversed mile, he began
to understand. likewise, how difficult it is for
one inexperienced to make his way in such a
region without the aid of compass.
He had confidently believed that should he
at any time stray. he would only have to look
at the sun to ascertain the direction to be
pursued.
But unless one can tell the exact hour, by
means of a watch or otherwise, this avails
little-for the sun is not south except at the
hour of noon-and mistake of an hour or
two in time win send one in the wrong di-
rection.
And, besides. the hills In these sandy belts
SO much resemble each other, that one may
return to the same spot a half-dozen times
without being aware of it,
Fortunately for Eben, he began to appreci-
ate these difficulties in time to avoid any seri-
ous trouble, and. being once more in the right
path. he trudged on at his best gait, anxious
70 secure the piums and make his way to the
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But before he could do so, strong hands
pinloned his arms, cultural commands were
uttered in an unknown tongue, a small body
OF lndians swarmed around him. and he was
prisoner of the Pawnees
Ihis was danger he had not thought of.
Hc knew the caravan-master posted sentinels
each night, and that there had been, on start
ing, rumors of Indian troubles.
But the days and weeks had dragged by,
and no Indians. hostile or otherwise, being
seen, ne had almost forgotten the wild talk,
and wholly lost whatever fears he had had.
But they now returned with tenfold yigor,
and IN the depths of his heart he wished he
had not quilted the security of the train.
he was trembling with fear, and in mo-
rnentary expectation of death or torture when
some of the savages pointed excitedly to his
face, and then broke into fits of explosive
laughter.
"Him little white warriorlo cried one,
white Pawnee!"
Their own faces were painted in most
grotesque way, and the rings and spots on
Eben,s, so different from anything they had
ever beheld on white features, appealed ire
which all Indians, notwithstanding their repu-
tation for stoical gravity, have a goodly share.
Eben was both puzzled and pleased by
their strange actions, but, thinking it best to
present a friendly front, he coaxed smile
to his daubed countenance, at which the Paw
pees again gave. way to immoderate laughter.
"Me fix 'um!' said one Of the laughing
group, producing little box from the folds
of his dirty blanket. "Make 'um heap big
chief"
And forthwith he dipped moistened fin
ger into the box. which contained various pig
ments, and advancing to Eben. added some
colors of red. vermilion and ochre, SO trans
forming the appearance of the boy that his
nearest friend would never have recognized
him.
Then the savage artist. drew back to survey
his work, and again the air was rent with
boisterous mirth.
By this time Eben's fears had dissipated
somewhat, and he began to feel very warm
and uncomfortable. No one likes to be laugh
ed at, even by ignorant Indians
He was wondering if it would be safe to
enter protest against this sort OF treatment.
when the Pawnees suddenly decided to move
on, and he was marched in front of them.
and kept in state of due subiection and
fear by big warrior who stalked behind him
with a cooked rifle
They did not walk far. however. There
was bunch of ponies just beyond the near
est ridge, In charge of couple of braves, and
when. these were reached, Eben understood
how it CHANGED that he had been discovered.
There were his footprints. broad and plain,
in the yielding sand. These the sayages had
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river in time to intercept the wagon train and
prevent his absence from becoming known.
The plums were found at the place de
between two very high ridges. The soil here
was not so sandy, and the sides of the ridges
served as sheds to turn the rain toward the
thirsty roots Of the trees, SO that they were
fairly well watered and thrived corresponding
ly
There. was an abundance of the rich. ripe
fruit, and Eben attacked it voraciously, bend
ing down the short. stocky limbs and gather
ing it by the handful.
He had been regretting that he had given
way to childish longings and started on his
fools errands, but he now felt repaid for the
time and weariness the trip had cost him.
Still, there was IN his mind an uncomfort-
able sensation as he recalled the master of
the caravan, and especially as be thought of
his father. who. he had every reason to be-
leve, would have opposed his coming But
he forgot these uualms IN the satisfying pleas
ure afforded by the plums.
When he had fully grati6ed his appetite,
a feat which was not accomplished in min
ute he sat down beneath one of the scrubby
trees to rest himself before proceeding on his
way.
He calculated that he still had an abund-
ance of time in which to reach the river be-
fore the arrival of the train, and he was not
10TH. therefore. to recline awhile in the shade,
especially, as the sun seemed now hotter than
at any time during the day.
While striving to shield himself from its
burning glances and from the blistering glare
of the sand. he recalled a talk had between
the teamsters a few nights before.
sIet me see," he mused; what was it
they said the people of the Rockies do to pro-
tect their eyes from the glare of the sun on
the snow and prevent snow blindness? Yes,
/ remember. They draw charcoal rings about
their ewes, and these black rings have the
same effect as the wearing of colored glasses"
He looked about to discover something he
could convert into charcoal, and then recol-
lccted that he had piece of cork in one of
his pockets
This he searched out, lighted match, and,
holding the blaze beneath the cork soon pro-
duced very fair sample of the article which
is considered so essential to the performance
OF the stage Minstrel
Then he applied the cork to his face, draw
ing huge, black circles around his eyes, and
in the operation. daubinR and smearing his
countenance in most ludicrous way, fact
which was, however, wholly unknown to him
He wished he had glass that he might
observe the effect; but having none began to
stare at the hot sand stretching away before
him. to ascertain if the black circles really
afforded any protection.
He had not fully satisfied himself on this
point when he, fapcied he heard light foot
steps behind him. and with thrill Of fear ats.
tempted to turn about. i
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River rolled its turbid waters be-
tween the low and treeless banks. On one
side, beyond the bluffs, the gray ocean OF but.
falo grass stretched away interminably, and
on the other side a line of sand hills spread
their uneven and wrinkled folds to the sun
kissed sky
On the narrow, level strip, between the
sand-hls and the waters of the stream, a
caravan was winding its way, like huge ser
pent.e
There were dozen heavy trailwagons, to
each of which was hitched from fifteen to
twenty yoke of oxen, or an equal number of
mules, the whole being in charge OF man
known as the master of the caravan.
This particular train was bound for the
newly discovered gold fields, in the neighbor-
which followed Immediately after the famous
rush to Pixies Peak.
Walking with the driver, near one of the
forward wagons. was a boy of fifteen, Eben
Titus by name. who was on his way to. join
his father in the new FL Dorado
sThere's a lot of sand pluns in them hills
over there" remarked the driver, addressing
Eben, and pointing with the short handle of
his whip to the low sand ridges. It's just
the time of year for them. i gathered sight
of them last season, and | thought never
tasted anything better. / suppose, though,
it was because such things amt common out
here. Someway, chap is apt to fancy that
whatever is hard to get is really better than
it is."
Eben stared at the uninteresting hills,
thinking Of the luscious fruit that hung ripen-
ing in the sandy waste, with no one to gath
er it or care for it.
Then, after asking few questions, he re-
lapsed into silence. But he was thinking,
and the more he thought the hungrier he got,
until his mouth fairly watered for taste of
the plums.
any Of them?" he queried, after while, and
when the driver had forgotten all about the
subject. :, -,
should cease to be driver of lazy oxen, un-
der the supervision n. Of harsh ], carayanlss
onl old-bearing hole in the ground mo,
don't allow there Is 4 il ta Tssu .dd for the @ bOss 1
there easy enough, this evening, after we stop
for the night # he'd he voS only de et tSs4 Is camp oa
Stubs sstS understands his business Of getting
caravans through, and md; al ii.a that; bat there
"Perhaps he'd let us go if I'd ask him,
Eben suggested. feeling the superiority Of a
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HE sun blazed. the air quivered and
the deceptive mirage lifted itself
alluringly over the plains on an
August day in the "fifties." The
wide, shallow, ,sand-barred Platte
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The Paducah evening sun. [volume] (Paducah, Ky.) 1906-1929, 1907-11-16
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CONTINUED from last ,ssue.)

Had | been long in the city? She
had been here only a week. Came from
Maine way. This was dear, dreadful
city with such nice people and such
dreadful winds, wasn't It? And then
she gave me a catalogue OF the places
she had visited, and the attractions Of
San Francisco, with a wealth OF de-
tail and a poverty OF interest that was
little less than marvellous.
Fortunately she required nothing
but an occasional murmur OF assent In
the way of answer from me.
] looked across the room to the cor
ner where Luella was entertaining the
insignificant Inman. How vivaclous
and intelligent she appeared! Her
face and figure grew on me in attrac-
tiveness, and / felt that / was being
very badly used. AS came to this point
i was reused by the sound OF two low
voices that Just behind me were plain
ly audible under the shrill treble Of
Mrs. Bowser. They were women with
their heads close in gossip.
Shocking, isn't it?" said one.
Dreadful" said the other. 1T gives
me the creeps to think of it."
why don't they lock him up? Such
q creature shouldn't be allowed to go
at large"
"Oh, you see. maybe they can't be
sure about it. But I've heard it's a
case of family pride"
was recalled from this dialogue by
Mrs. Bowser's fan on my arm, and her
shrill voice in my ear with, What is
your idea about 1t, Mr.. Wilton?"
Il think you are perfectly right" l
said heartily. as she paused for an an
swer.
Then III arrange 1t with the others
at once" she said.
This was a bucket of ice-water on
me. l had not the first idea OF what
/ had committed myself.
mo, DON'T" | said. wait till we
have time to discuss II again"
"Oh, we can decide on the time
whenever you like. VIII some night
week after next suit your?
had to throw myself on the mercy
of the enemy.
I'm afraid I'm getting rather alb
sent-minded," l said humbly. Il was
looking at Miss Knapp and lost the
thread of the discourse for a minute"
That's what / was talking about"
she said sharply-"about taking her
and the rest of US through Chinatown"
Yes, yes. remember" | said I'M
blushingly. IF l can get away from
business, I'm at your service at any
time"
Then Mrs. Bowser wandered on with
the arrangements she would find nee
essary to make, and heard one of the
low voices behind me:
Now this is profound secret, you
know. wouldn't have them know for
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IN METROPOLIS


The Rev. Walter Spence and fam
lily paid visit to Paducah WedRes-
day.
Rodney Havercamp. who has been
working in Missouri for some time,
has returned home.
Miss Willie Hunt was shopping in
Paducah Wednesday.
Mr.. and Mrs. John Copeland, of
Paducah, are visiting his parents.
Mr.. and Mrs. l.. w. Copeland.
Mr.. and Mrs. Gus Causer are Wis
Iiting at New Columbia.
Dick Stewart. SO years old. died
at the home of his niece, Mrs. James
Singleton, Thursday might at 3
o'clock. His funeral took place Fri
day afternoon.
Mrs. Homer Ames is visiting rela
lives at Vincennes. Ind.
Tom Woods. Jr.. came down from
Paducah today for a few days visit
with home folks. He is walking
with cane and when questioned
how he got hurt said he was struck
by the money panic.
Mrs. Satterfield. of Princeton. is
visiting her daughter. Mrs. E. T.
Scott.
Miss Willie Davis is home from
st. Louis.
Mrs. Thomas Anderson and Mrs.
Charles Allen are visiting in Col
conda.
Miss Bertha Howard has returned
from visit to her sister in Jackson.
Tenn.
Mrs. w. II. lobe and daughter,
Miss Nellie. are visiting In Vienna.
Charles Grace is home from St
Louis, where he has been working
for some time.
Ed Fowlkes. of Dyersburg. Tenn.
| land Miss Hattie Evans, were married
in this city at the residence of the
brides mother.
Thomas d. Riddle, of Poplar Bluff,
No, and Ethel Andrews, OF this
place, were married at the residence
Of Mrs. Gifiin. They left at once for
their new home. Mrs. Sarah j. An
drews. mother of the bride. accom-
panylng them.
Marriage Licenses Issued.
Chas. H. Ransom and Ellen Pier;
Hiram Cooper and Ora Stewart: II.
F. Dunn and Florence Lee; James +.
Evitts and Tillie NJ. oehlsohlaeger;
Ed Fowlkes and Hattie Evans; Thos.
| d. Riddle and Ethel Andrews.
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FATHER JANSEN

upon the completion of twenty-five
years Of faithful service in the cause
of his Divine Master. and the general
welfare Of humanity: years full
weighted with good deeds
(which as autumual leaves that
strew the brooks of VallOmbrosa
His Predecessors.
Rev. Elisha j. Durbin. 1S2i-1S49.
Missionary.
Rev. Alfred Hagan. 1Ss6-1S42.
Missionary.
Rev. Patrick McNicholas. 1S49-
1850. Missionary.
Rev. William obeT-hulsman, 1850
1854. Pastor
Rev. John +. Reed. 1854. Pastor.
Rev. William Oberhulsman, 1854
1856. Pastor.
Rev John NJ. Boyle, 1s56-1S57.
Pastor.
Rev. John NJ. Boyhurst. 1S57-1s59.
Pastor.
Rev. Michael Power, 1S6O-1S64,
Pastor.
Rev. William Bourke, 1864. Pas
tor.
Rev. E. o'DriscaH. 1SG4-1SGS.
Pastor.
Rev. Ivo schacht, 1S69-1s7t. Pas
tor.
Rev. p. T. Meagher 1s71-1s7G.
Pastor.
Rev. ]. C. Feehan, 1S7G-1SS1. Pas
tor.
Rev. John F. Reed, 1SS1-1SS2.
Pastor.
Historical.
Church lot purchased 49, May s
1S4S. by Rev. f. J. Durbin.
First church built-1S49-1S5O, by
Rev. +. ]. Durbin.
Second church buih-1S70-1S7i,
by Rev. Ivo Schacht.
Present church built--1S99-1900,
by Rev. II. w. Jansen.
First marriage of record-April
II. 1912, John G.. Fisher 20 Mary +
Greif
First baptism OF record-June Is,
1S4S. Frances Amelia, daughter OF
John and Ann Greif.
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FATHER JANSEN.

Just gentle, kindly man, silver
haired and benign of smile, for a
quarter Of century parish priest in
this community, visiting the sick and
comforting the mourners; laughing
with those on whom fortune shines.
always ready with bit of philosophy
to At cloudy day--a pastor to his
flock. This is Father Jansen. Schol-
arly attachments are his: he is a
pleasing pulpit orator. and his pres
ence graces any assemblage of cult
ured people. But such qualities sink
into insignificance beside a record of
25 years without a single Sunday
spent away from this city, and only
two absences from regular Sabbath
services. one OF these being occas-
toned by his own Illness, and the
other by a sick call.
Truly when one considers such de-
yotion to his masters business and
such watchful supervision Of his
charge, the word father" has a sig
nificance peculiarly appropriate.
Rarest of all virtues is perfect
fidelity. Father Jansen has schooled
himself to 1t. until it must have be-
come a habit. His shoulders are
slightIy stopped under the burdens
of eyerybody's troubles in his parish I;
but there is glow to his counte-
nance that indicates at whose feet
ne LAYS the burden. There is no real
dignity. but gentle dignity. We know
of nothing so becoming man as a
sweet disposition. We recognize no
other proportions so satisfactory as
a head big enough for the business
Of the hour, and heart big enough
for the whole world.
Father Jansen is not simply a per-
son Of consequence in Paducah. He
a an institution. His position in the
church and community life is fixed
nv long and faithful service. This
thanksgiving iridium, which begins
tomorrow, is not In the nature OF a
reward TO Father Jansen. There is
AMY one adequate reward for service
80 his This Is a jubilee of Thanks
The Paducah evening sun. [volume] (Paducah, Ky.) 1906-1929, 1907-11-16

The sad death of Samuel Beadles,
city jailer-elect. but emphasizes the
fact that the most serious things of
this life are but trivialties. Two
days ago Mr.. Beadles was receiving
the congratulation of friends. Today
his family are receiving the heartfelt
condolences of the same people. Good
fortune or bad-and Poor Sam Bead
les had his share OF both amount
to nothing in the final summing up.
Samuel Beadles won his election by
an overwhelming sentiment of sym
pathy and popularity. That was all
that men could do. But Providence
had other designs. and overruled the
verdict of the people. Yet it will be
consoling to his family when the first
keen pang of heart ache wears away,
to remember that vote the people
gave him, who knew him.
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Paducah will most heartily join
with the Pennyrile Press association
in the invitation to the State Press
association to meet In this city next
time. Paducah offers abundant hos
pitality to the newspaper boys from
the Mountains, Bluegrass, Beargrass
and Pennyrile and Purchase. Com
mercial organizations in this city
should get busy at once, and back
up that invitation of the association.
II you wish to advertise Paducah just
show the newspapermen of the state
a good time. Talk about casting
your bread upon the waters!
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the world that any one suspects. just
heard it this week. myself"
"Oh, | wouldn't dare breathe it to
q SOUL" said the other. but I'm sure
] shan't sleep a wink tonight" And
they moved away.
/ interrupted Mrs. Bowser to ex'
plain that must speak to Mrs. Knapp
and made my escape as some one
stopped to pass word with her.
"Oh. must you go, Henry" said
Mrs. Knapp. We'll. you must come
again soon. We miss you when you
stay away. Don't let Mr. Knapp keep
you too closely"
l protested myself happy to come
whenever l could find the time, and
looked about for Luella. She was no
where TO be seen. l left the room a
little disappointed, but with a swelling
pride that | had passed the dreaded
ordeal and had been accepted as Hen
ry Wilton in the house in which l had
most feared TO meet disaster. My
opinion of my own cleYerness had ris-
en-, in the language of the market,
"above par"
As | passed down the hall, a tall
willowy figure stepped from the shad-
ow of the stair. My heart gave a
bound of delight. IL was Luella Knapp.
| should have the pleasure Of leave
taking in private.
"Oh, Miss Nnappl" | said. Il had
despaired Of having the chance to bib
you good night" And held out my
hand.
She ignored TIE hand. ! could see
from her heaving bosom and shortened
breath that she was laboring under
great agitation. Yet her face gave no
evidence Of the effort that II cost her
to control herself.
Il was waiting for you" she said in
a low voice.
started to express my satisfaction
when she interrupted me.
"Who are yon?" broke from her lips
almost fiercely.
was completely taken aback. and
stared at her in amazement with no
word at command.
you are not Henry Wilton" she
said rapidly. You have come here
The Paducah evening sun. [volume] (Paducah, Ky.) 1906-1929, 1907-11-16
HARBOUR HAS LOTS OF
MONEY IN HIS WINDOW.

Harbour's department store has a
window display that IS good TO gaze
upon. truly window literally lib
tered with money OF every denomina-
tion and character There are ten
and Eve dollar bills. cashiers checks
Of an The local banks. checks OF cor
porauous and individuals. and silver
dollars. halves and quarters. The
idea Is original with Mr. Harbour
and attracted great throngs yester-
dav and today.
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with his name and his clothes. and
made up to look like him. and you try
to use his voice and take his place.
Who are your"
There was depth Of scorn and anger
and apprehension in that low voice Of
hers that struck me dumb.
Can you not answer" she de-
manded, catching her breath with ex-
element You are not Henry VIII
ton"
"Well?" l said halflnquiringly. 1t
was not safe to advance or retreat.
welt well--v, She repeated my
answer with indignation and disdain
deepening in her voice. rs that all
you have to say for yourself?"
What should say?" replied quiet
ly. you make an assertion. Is there
anything more to be said?"
"Oh, you may laugh at me II you
please. because you can hoodwink the
others"
protested that laughter was the
last thing | was thinking OF at the
moment.
Then she burst out impetuously:
"Oh, il l were only mani No; II
I were a man l should be hoodwinked
like the rest. But you can not de-
ceive me. Who are you? What are you
here for? What are you trying to do?"
She was blazing with wrath. Her
tone had raised hardly an interval Of
the scale, but every word that came in
that smooth, low voice was heavy with
contempt and anger. 1t was the true
laughter of the Wolf who stood before
me.
Il am afraid, Miss Knapp, you are
not well tonight" said soothingly.
What have you done with Henry
Wilton7" she asked fiercely. Don't
try to speak with his voice. Drop your
disguise. Yon are no actor. You are
no more like him than"
"Satyr or Hyperion" / quoted bitter
ly. Make It strong. please"
had thought myself in a tight place
In the row at Borton's, but it was
nothing to this encounter.
"oh, where is he? What has hap
pened?" she cried.
Nothing has happened" I said
calmly, determined at last to brazen II
out. l could not tell her the truth
MY name is Henry Wilton"
She looked at me in anger a mo-
ment, and then a shadow OF dread and
despair settled over her face.
| was tempted beyond measure to
throw myself on her mercy and tell
all. The subtle sympathy that she In
spired was softening my resolution,
Yet as l looked into her eyes, her
face hardened and her wrath blazed
forth once more.
Col" she said. 81 hope / may never
see you again!" And she turned and
ran swiftly up the stair. ! thought
heard a sob, but whether Of anger or
sorrow knew not.
And l went out into the night with
heavier load of depression than 1
had borne since entered the city.
Ito be continued In next issue.)