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Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1909-02-19

furnished apartment. A valet entered
and offered his services and stated that
a conch would be sounded for break
fast In half an hour
"Will you kindly inform me where
1 ann" inquired the gentleman.
"You are at the bungalow" replied
the valet
What bungalow"
"It is called the Eufaula," answered
the valet
After a short silence the gentleman
asked: ITO whom does it belong?"
ITO Master Harry" was the reply
"And where is 1t located?" was the
next question.
ION the isle of Los Palmos," was
the answer.
Pardon me-" said the gentleman.
"but could you tell me to whom the
island belongsT'
''To Master Harry" the patient valet
replied.
zone more question: Can you tell
me in what part of the caribbean the
island is located?"
NOL many mlleS OIL Tie COAST OF
Colombia, near the mouth of the Ris
del Hache," replied the valet.
Just then the soft note of the conch
was heard, and the guests assembled
on a broad veranda, facing the sea.
They had barely time to observe that
the most beautiful bungalow they had
ever beheld was constructed mainly Of
bamboo and palm, when the butler ap-
peared and conducted them into the
breakfast room.
They were received by an aged In
dian woman, who, If lightly, was ele-
gantly gowned, and who carried her
self with great dignity. While they
were still standing, a tall, broad-shoul-
dered young man in spotless white en-
tered the room, and without a word
bowed low to his guests. Gen. Ewing
uttered no sound, but stood looking at
his host like one hypnotized. Ferruby
would have fallen, but the clergyman
sustained her, until she rested in the
strong arms Of Harry Delmar-New
Orleans Times-Democrat
Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1909-02-19

Strange Religious Rites Observed
Among the Ancient Senecas.
Up in the northeast corner Of Okla
homa there is small band Of Seneca
Indians on reservation of the same
name, says the Kansas City Star. This
Is remnant of a nation of Indians
that can be traced from the original
New England States, as they were fore
ed west and south by the encroachment
Of the whites and the battle arm of
stronger Indian bands that, were con-
stantly warning against them.
Among this little band of Indians,
probably not more than 100 all told,
there are some curious heather rites
that seem to be instructive with the
tribe.
known as THE Wood Face" Those who
belong to the order can call in the
Wood Faces" in case of sickness, as Is
often done. They go through per-
Torrance that is calculated to drive out
from the sick person the evil spirit that
may be lowering around the bed. These
faces are masks made out Of wood, usu-
ally carved to represent a human form
of some character, but sometimes made
to represent the head of an animal.
They are painted red and black, with
large silver eyes and horse tail for
hair.
Arrayed in one of these hideouA
masks, together with rattles made of
turtle shells fastened together at the
upper edges with small stones inside
and tied to the legs of the Wood
Faces" as they dance, roll and kick,
singing their nominations the while,
the Indians present a scene calculated
to drive away any evil spirit that might
happen along and incidentally drive the
life out of the patient. While all this
Is going on it is also customary to pour
ashes on the head of the patient.
1t appears that this organization has
been In the tribe for many generations,
the modes of procedure differing some
times, but following the same general
character. Its secret signs and SYM
bols are guarded as closely as Masonry
and it's fraternal features are as bind
ing. Its spiritual benefits are believed
in as implicitly as does any white man
believe in his religion.
Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1909-02-19
woMAN's ATTRACTIVE AGE.
Is the Maid of Sixteen OutrivaIed
by the Young WOmanP

Is the Maid of Sixteen OutrivaIed
by the Young wOmanP
when we speak of the attractive
ness of woman, we really mean the at
Effectiveness of woman to man.
with men the question Of when a
woman is most attractive is doubly
complicated, because it depends not
only on the woman, but on the taste of
the man himself. Not many years ago,
If this question had been asked the
answer would have been unhesitatingly
made that woman is most attractive
between the ages of 16 and 20. Most
Of the heroines OF classical fiction are
mere children.
1T must be confessed that, with rare
exceptions, the modern man prefers
something more sophisticated than
sweet 16, though it is undenlable that
the intelligent woman is at her best
when she is in her teens. This Is easily
understood.
almost all young creatures are beau
tiful, and heaven gives to even the
homeliest women a day of grave be-
tween 16 and IS, when she is pretty
with the prettiness of fresh cheeks and
dewy eyes and glossy hair.
''Twenty-three Is an ideal time Of the
clock for the woman of average intel
ligence and pulchritude, unless she
happens to be college bred. If she has
had the misfortune of acquiring the
higher education she is still top-heavy
with learning and self-esteem over hav-
Ing discovered the ancient Greeks and
Romans, and 1t requires ten years more
for her to find out that, for a woman
to be thoroughly charming she should
have had good education and forgot
ten it.
''For the woman, however, who Is
meant to be human natures daily food,
no age is more attractive than %. She
is in the first flush of having just ar
rived. The slim promises of girlhood
have been realized in the full beauty OF
womanhood. she still has illusions, but
they are not decisions She still is In
nocent, but no longer ignorant.
"Her intercourse with the opposite
sex has a certain frankness and COM
radeship that is not the least of her
charms. She seems so safe that she
Is deadly dangerous Statistics show
that more women marry at % than at
any other age.
'tThe bachelor woman is at her best
at 80, because she is consciously charm
ing. She has all the advantages with
which nature originally equipped her,
and she has added to them the frills
and furbelows of art. She has learned
to enhance her good looks by better
dressing and to put red shade on the
lamp and sit with her back to the light
She has also learned how to talk, and,
better still, how to be a fascinating list.
ener."-San Francisco Call.
Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1909-02-19

playing upon the paste formed Of stone
dust and condensed steam. The clicking
whir, like the clap of wings, heard a
intervals, accounted for the scars. Bomb
Of rock were being hurled from the gree
tubes.
That he was in the range Of a rakina
volcano fire did not impress this ant
clinging to the beard of a giant Up,
knees and hands, he crawled-up over the
throbbing chin, to the black pounded lip
Of the monster. Out of the old lake coiled
the furious tower of steam and rock-dust
which mushroomed in high air, like the
primal nebul@ from which the worlds
were made. Pockets of gas exploded in
the heights, rending the periphery as the
veil Of the temple was rent. Only this
to see, but sounds not meant for the ears
of man, sounds which seemed to saw his
skull in twain-the laundering engines
of the planet.
The rocky rim of the lake was hot to
his hands and knees, but he could not go
back. A thought in his brain held him
there with thrilling bands-the same
thought which Hayden Breen evolved as
he stood at the edge of the Brooklyn
pier. But it was only a play
thing of mind-the vagary of altitude and
immensely. did ever a man clog a live
volcano? Did ever suicidal genius con-
ceive of corrupting such majesty of force
with his pygmy purpose" The
irreverent query righted the balances.
There he lay, sprawled at the edge OF
the universal mystery, at the secret en-
trance to the chamber of earth's dyna-
mos. The edge of the pit shook with the
frightful work going on below, yet he was
not slain. The torrent burst past and
upward, clean as a missing bullet. The
bombs of rock canted out from sheer
weight and fell behind him. That which
he compreehnded-alth his eyes saw
only the gray laundering cataclysm-was
never before imagined in the mind of
man.
The gray blackened. The roar dwin
died, and his senses reeled. With a rush
of saliva the linen dropped from his open
mouth. Constable was sure that there
was a gaping cleft in his skull, for he
could feel the air blowing in and out, cold
and colder. He tried to lift has hands
to cover the sensitive wound, but they
CROPPED in vain for his head. With the
icy draughts of air, he seemed to hear,
family, his name falling upon the barred
ganglion.
Peter Peter Constable ~
He strained his face toward the sound.
The lower part of his body would not
move. He was uncoupled, like a beast
whose spine is broken.
Peter! Oh, Peter Constable v' he
heard again.
Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1909-02-19
rHr OLD GATE MADE OF POCKETS

There was moonlight in the garden and
the chirr and dhirp Of crickets;
There was scent of pink and peony and
deep syringa thickets,
When a-down the pathway whitley,
Where the freely glimmered brightly,
She came stepping, oh, so lightly
To the old gate made Of pickets.
There were dew and musk and murmur,
and voice that hummed low
snatches
OF a song, while there she hurried,
through the moonlight's silvery
patches,
To the rOse-grown gate, above her
And her softly singing lover,
With its blossom-tangled cover
And its weight and wooden latches.
Whom she met there, whom she kissed
there, mid the moonlight and the
roses,
With his arms who there enclosed her, as
a tiger lily closes
Some white moth that frailly settles
On It's gold and crimson petals,
Where the garden runs to nettles-
No one knows now or supposes.
Years have passed since that last meet
ing; loves have come and loves
departed.
Still the garden blooms unchanging, there
is nothing broken-hearted
In its beauty, where the hours
Lounge with sun and moon and show
ers,
Mid the perfume and the flowers,
As in days when these two parted
Yet the garden and the flowers and the
cheerily chirping crickets
And the moonlight and the fragrance, and
the wind that waves the thickets-
They remember what was spoken,
And the rose that was token,
And the gentle heart there broken
By the old gate made of pickets.
Smart Set.
Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1909-02-19
CHATTER x

Constable had been physically unhurt
in his thirty years, and the exertions of
the past four days had worn little more
than the polish from his vitality. In
stead of relaxing in the crisis of the news
paper revelation, his body righted under
the whip Of pride, and he strobe down
Into the city as one who has slipped a
burden. he had been beaten In a battle
with q woman. Butcher had come to
Mrs. Stansbury's aid at the last moment,
In the shape Of newspapers from the
north. From Lara, however, and not the
mother, had come the most Gripping blow
Of all 1t was Lara who had handed him
the Newspaper. She did not wait, nor
ask. Around this item, Constable built
= gloonn-structure of baronial proportions.
His attitude toward Breen was very
simple. He would not betray his guest
for all the newspapers and police In
Christendom. Having waived Breen's
offer to detail the particulars of his past,
during the first night of acquaintance.
Constable certainly could not reproach
the other for misrepresenting himself.
1t was ten-thirty in the morning when
he sent a message out to Captain Negley,
countermanding sailing orders, and enclos.
ing a cheerful note to Crusoe, containing
a draft for the stipulated amount. At the
bank he also left a second sum for Faith
er Damien, and procured considerable cur-
rent paper for his own uses. His mind
moved In a light, irresponsible fashion.
1t was as II he were obsessed at Quick
intervals, one after another, by mad kings
who dared anything, and whom no one
dared refuse. His brain kept the great
sorrow In the background, and occupied
itself with striking articles. While aware
that in losing Miss Stansbury and the
privilege Of protecting her, the meaning
and direction of his life was gone, still
Constable did not yet sense the fullness
of the visitation. His was not a wound
to heal by first intention; and In bad
hurts pain assumes command leisurelv
and In order.
He plunged into crowd in the market
place, and began to talk to the natives
whimsically, but to the purpose of start
ing them toward Fort de France, adding
that Father Damien would care for them
generously there. II do not say that this
is the last day of Saint Pierre" he ex-
claimed in French, ''but l declare to Won
that II ever a planet looked as if she were
about to spring q leak, Mother Earth has
the symptoms localized in Pelee!''
Constable'S eyes had fixed upon a car
riage passing along the edge Of the
crowd. Now he moved toward it quick
~ and seized the bride. Despite the pro-
testations of the driver, he led the vehicle
into the good view Of all. His face was
red with the heat and ashins with laugh
ter and Precipitation. Alarm and merri-
ment mingled In the native throng. All
eyes followed the towering figure Of the
American, now bowed before the swinging
door Of the carriage-and NJ. Mondet.
"ThiA, dear friends" Constable resum-
ed, a. one would produce 4 rabbit from
q silk hat-"this, you all perceive, Is
your little editor Of Les Colonies. Ia he
not bright and clean and prsttyl he q
very fond Of American humor. See how
the httls editor lAughsI'
Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1909-02-19

Keep steam up on the yacht to-
night, Capt. Burton. for this is a gen.
uine norther, and should the wind shift
suddenly eastward, you may have to
put to sea, for Manatee bay will hardly
prove a safe harbor under such condi-
tions," said Harry Delmar. "BeforN
doing so, however, notify me at the
bungalow, for If the Ferruby goes to
sea in a storm, go with her"
The wind held true from the north,
however, and the yacht remained at an
Choir. At 2 o'clock the captain reported
a steamer throwing up distress rockets
about mile off the western shore of
the island.
Half an hour later the Ferruby was
standing by, head to the gale, to lee
ward Of the helpless steamer, that
proved to be the old Brightwater, from
Central American ports to New Or
leans, with cargo of fruit and three
passengers. Two of these had come
down from Southampton on the ROYAL
Mall steamer Don, and had connected
with the fruiter at Greytown. Before
daybreak the rescued passengers were
resting in elegant apartments In the
bungalow, and the crew were cared
for on board the Ferruby, which lay at
anchor in Manatee bay.
The passengers consisted of a woman
and two men, one Of whom was a cler-
gyman. The other, when safe on board
the yacht, became anxious as he OBJ
served the marvellous richness Of its ap-
pointments.
who is the owner Of this elegant
vessel7" he inquired Of the steward
Master Harry" was the answer.
Master Harry what9" he asked.
Just Master Harry-that's ALL" an
swered the steward.
well, about the yacht-has that n
Manner
1T is the Ferruby," replied the stew.
ard.
THE whatT' almost shouted the
gentleman.
The Ferruby," repeated the steward
Strange" muttered the gentleman.
and lapsed into silence.
When he awoke, late in the morn.
ing. the sunlight was glintinR in
through the split bamboo screens that
shaded the windows Of his elegantly
Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1909-02-19
CHAPTER Ix.-(Continued.,

Il confess / cannot understand you,
DEAR" she said. "What consideration is
due gentleman who is rendered speech
less by the accusation of a newspaper?
What depth IL there to his feeling for
your welfare when he rushes away blind
ly and remains throughout the day, while
you are here at the foot of bursting vol
cano, as he pointed out. You will find
that l am right, Lara. Mr.. Constable is
not even a worthy accomplice to the tai
ented Stembridge. He Is without speech
or valor. What remains when a man is
neither brain nor bruteT Her voice had
not been raised, and Mrs. Stansbury left
the library before Lara formed an an
Swer.
The torturing hours crawled by. The
gray afternoon turned to dusk, and the
dusk to night. The north was Redeemed
by Pelee's 6relit cone, which the thick
vapor dimmed and blurred. The rumblings
were constant. Lara was suffering to
fight out her battle alone. She asked no
more than this. A thousand times she
paced across her room; scores Of visits she
made to Constables window, straining
her eyes northward, along the road
through the day and darkness, to the end
OF all things-the mountain Uncle
joey came to plead with her, but she
begged him to go away. Her brain was a
livid track of flying, futile agonies. In
the evening the intermittent rumblings
gave way to growing, constant and in
cessant. 1t was as If steady stream of
heavy vehicles was pounding over a wood
en- bridge. There was a pang in each
phase of the monster, since the man had
gone up into that red roar. 1t was near
ly midnight when the girl in the upper
room heard a step upon the veranda.
uncle joey" she called at the plant
er's door, make haste; there is some
Body belowp
The moments of waiting assailed the
very roots of her reason. The voice that
she heard at last was Breen's.
II beg that you'll forgive me, Mr.. Wall,
for arousing you at this hour, but it is
necessary for me to have a few words
with Miss Stansbury."
"Sir," the planter replied, anything
which concerns yourself is of no moment
to Miss Stansbury. If your message is
from Mr.. Constable, you may tell him
o come himself or send a native"
II dislike to appear insistent, Mr..
WALL" Breen replied, without irritation,
"but cannot count my errand accom-
plished until / have heard from Miss
Stansbury. If she should refuse to see
ue-"
II am coming down, Mr.. Breen," Lara
called over the baluster. "Uncle Joey,
show Mr.. Breen to a seat. I'll be there
IN a moment"
She turned to re-enter her room for a
garment. Her mothers figure barred the
open doorway.
Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1909-02-19
No Time for Fireworks,

The mountainous waves threatened
to engulf the struggling ship at any
moment. The captain ordered box of
skyrockets and flares brought to the
rail and with his own hands ignited
them, In the hope tht they would make
known his distress to some passing
ship.
Amid the rockets red glare a tall,
thin, austere individual made his way
to the rail and reproved the captain as
follows:
Captain, must protest against this
unseemly bravado. We are now facing
death. This is no time for a celebra.
tion."-Everybody Magazine.
Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1909-02-19
slightly Misunderstood.

"Mr. Whittier can't break himself Of
the habit Of regeneration" said the
village preacher.
well WE'LL" exclaimed old Mrs.
Snackletree. "Ain't there some rem
edy his wife can put in his coffee to
cure him? knew a lady once who
cured her husband Of the drink habit
that way."-Birmingham Herald.
Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1909-02-19

What are you trying to do for your
country?"
'HMy friend" answered Senator Sorg-
hum, 81 am keeping on the safe side
Some statesmen try to do so much for
their country that people get the Inn
preston that they are getting pre-
sumptuous and domineering."-Wash-
ington Star.
Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1909-02-19

forever Frank received a sealed packet
from his friend, to be opened later.
In 1t he found the concession which
his friend had secured from the Next
can government, duly transferred,
which made him sole owner of the lost
mine, that for three centuries had been
hidden from the world.
Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1909-02-19
Lack Right Qualities,

Mrs Fix-Mrs. June strikes me as
being entirely too masculine for q
woman.
Mrs. Dix-Yes, indeed. why, ever
time she has an ache or pain she makes
as much fuss about 1t as a man would.
Smiths Weekly.
Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1909-02-19
Buildinr Note AM 1p2a.

In order to complete the 41Oth story
Of the Syndicate building, the contrac-
tors viii have to raise the sky three o.
four feet-Harper's Weekly.
Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1909-02-19

h man is entitled to his share, but BE-
has no right to try to separate another
man from hIA
Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1909-02-19
INDIAN "WooD FACES. "

ITO be continued.l
CanÌƒon City record. [volume] (CanÌƒon City, Colo.) 1883-192?, 1909-05-13
MEXICAN SHOOTS
SANTA FE BRAKEMAN

La Junta, May 12.-H. X. Davis. a
brakeman. employed on the Santa Fe,
was shot in the leg last night near
Caddoa station. about forty miles
east of this city, by a Mexican steal
ing a ride and when approached the
man pulled revolver and without
warning shot Davis through the leg
and jumping from the train escaped.
The injured trainman was brought TO
La Junta and placed in the Santa
Fe hospital where he Is reported to be
resting easy.
CanÌƒon City record. [volume] (CanÌƒon City, Colo.) 1883-192?, 1909-05-13
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CanÌƒon City record. [volume] (CanÌƒon City, Colo.) 1883-192?, 1909-05-13
SCHOOL CHILDREN
WELCOME ADMIRAL BOB
EVANS AND PARTY

Cripple Creek. May 12.-Admiral
Robley D. Evans. U. s. N, retired. ac-
companied by Mrs. Evans and party.
were visitors to the district yesterday.
The party arrived on a special OBJ
servation car over the short line and
arriving at the VindlcatOr mine were
conducted over the district on a spe-
cial car over the high line electric
road by Travelling Passenger Agent
william Carruthers of the allied
roads. The party arrived in Cripple
Creek at o'clock where carriages
were awaiting and the Admiral was
driven to the Imperial hotel for lunch.
After a short drive through the city
the admiral was driven through lines
of school children who had been given
a half holiday in the visitors honor.
As he boarded the train and made his
appearance at the rear of the observa-
ton car the children cheered loudly
and clamored for a speech.
CanÌƒon City record. [volume] (CanÌƒon City, Colo.) 1883-192?, 1909-05-13
ANNUAL BIRTHDAY
PICNIC HELD AT EIGHT
MILE PARK MONDAY

Mr.. and Mrs. John Cleghorn came
and were the guests of Canon City
friends until today when they return
ed home. An elaborate dinner was Civ
en- in their honor by Mrs. r. 8. Lewis
Monday at Eight Mile Park. Their Wis
it was greatly enjoyed by their Canon
City friends and they were the re-
ciDients of distinguished social atten-
tions during their stay here. The pic
mic on Eight Mile Park is an annual
affair and Is commemorative Of Mr..
Cleghorn's birthday anniversary.