Arizona republican., 1908-01-15
MEN OF ENERGY MAY
 CIRCUMytNT fATE
There is no Embarrassmsnt That May Not Be Overcome by Perseverance ard Good Leg Work.


 | Edward Paysol Weston may be the ''champeen" long distance pedestrian in the east but he isn't the only man on ear,h who can walk when there is an object in it, as C. H. Griffis and 1 Del Morrell demonstrated on Sunday. To be more exact the exhibition be- gan on Sunday evening but the nub end of Monday was pretty well worn off before the gentlemen concluded their exploit.
 Saturady night w. L. Pinney. Del Morrell, J. w. Crenshaw and C. H. Griffis left the city on a hunting ex- petition intending to. be home in time for church Sunday evening. All went we'll and they got their moneys worth in shooting. whether they got any ducks or not. So intense was the sport that they did not heed the fleeting hours and when the shades of evening fell athwart their two horse caravan they were like Sheridan. twenty miles away, down the river and with an up hill pull. About this time a cylinder head blew out of the wagon or a trace chain broke, or some other trifling thing occurred to the outfit which necessitated a stop. Then the horses jumped the track, slipped their moor ings and wandered afield.
 If not worried the gentlemen were at least a bit chagrined and the work of repair was given over pending the result of a council of war. It was de- veloped that there was nobody on earth had a key to Mir. Pinney's store, or an inclination to open it Monday morning if, he had a hundred keys, except MH Pinney and MT. Morrell MT. Griffis who is manager of the Ho- tel Adams. olso announced that it was imperative that he should be in his accustomed place at daybreak, ire spective Of any distance that might then lay between, or any other obsta- cle however insurmountable 1t might appear to be. He recalled Sheridan's historic twenty miles and figured that he was as good a man as Little Phil ever was when it came to a pinch and just then it seemed as though the pinch had come" MT Morrell in timated that he was as good a man as Mir Griffis Mir Pinney bade them to
  but go at once. And they gat MT. Pinney and MT Crenshaw remained to guard the wagon. Another contribu- tory cause of their remaining was that the horses could not be found and it was supposed they were headed for the Phoenix stable under high pressure.
 Messrs. Morrell and Griffis eked off a mile or two in high feather. The next mile began to develop some sore spots on Mir. Grifiis' feet and Mir. Nor reIl opined that when Weston walked it was not his practice to wear long handled boots or toe weights. Stroll ing along 4 river bottom at ones lei sure seemed a different thing from a contest with daylight, against time, on a Maricopa county country road. couple more miles gave Mir. Morrell a vivid recollection of incidents placed before him in childhood. where retri- button overtakes bad boys who hunt and fish on Sunday. While his con- science was being thus lacerated MT. Griffis was intently absorbed in the welfare of his feet Several lethargic corns which he had supposed were closed incidents of his earlier career
  vitality. Either gentleman would glad ly have stolen a horse but it was so dark they could not see one anywhere.
 Then the rain came. the gentle dew of heaven which falls to refresh the earth, making all mankind mindful of a bountiful Providence: thar is all mankind except Messrs. Morrell and Griffis. They were mindful chiefly that the rain was wet and added noth- ing to the speed of the track A hOOt owl claimed the midnight hour and Sheridan still thirteen laps to the bad. but going some. The clouds cleared slightly and their eyes beheld light in the east which they took for the glow Of Phoenix street lamp Under the influence of hope they pressed for ward. only 10 learn later that it was a star they were steering by and then they recalled another notable occasion when men followed a star in the east but they realized that those were wise men, and neither had anything to say MT. Griffis was then walking alter proved satisfactory. Mir. Morrell-but whats the use2 It was nineteen min utes of f o'clock A. M Monday morn ing January 13 Ca lucky date) Anno Domini nineteen hundred and eight, when they reached the Hotel Adams. as bright and chipper as though they had just crawled out from under