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Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-04-18
WILD WEST PLEASES
Thousands Cheer Buffalo Bill
and His Big Show.
EARLY DAYS ON PLAINS
Rough Riding, Indian Fighting and
Expert Shooting Features Of
Program.

Buffalo Bill and Pawnee Bill, those two
famous scouts, furnished entertainment
for many thousand Washington children
Of all ages from four years old to eighty,
at the showgrounds at 18th and H streets
northeast. yesterday. In a combined wild
west and great far east show, every
phase Of rough riding. Indian fighting.
lassoing and the odd customs Of the
orient was introduced to q packed tent
full of enthusiasts. Buffalo Bill, who has
figured in the minds of millions Of Ameri-
can youngsters as the pre-eminent hero
Of the plains. was right there on his big
horse. shooting buffaloes and glass balls
with equal dexterity and ease, and the
old scout met with a reception that must
have made him feel good indeed.
When he took his position at the head
Of his bdg congress Of rough riders and
waved his hat as q signal for a cheer from
his men behind him the big audience
burst forth with a splendid welcome,
as it was realized that Washington is
bidding the old Indian fighter goodbye.
When Buffalo Bill rode up to the head
of the congress he was within ten feet
of Gen. Nelson A. Miles. occupying a
box seat and who has campaigned side
by side with Col. Cody in actual Indian
warfare.
The first two episodes of the perform
ance were a grand review and the
rough rider show" In the first the
rough men of two hemispheres, both
sides of the world. east and west and
north and south, rode wildly in circles
in and out The color of the riders Co.'S
tunes was almost binding, and it baf-
fies description. for on the outside were
the whoOping red men, with their feath-
ers. paint and blankets, and on the inside
were twenty or thirty other nationalities,
with fast-riding little group of yellow
CARRIED Japs whizzing away on ponies
at the hub of the wheel. The rough
riding was complex stunt, in which In
dams. cowboys, Mexicans, Singhalese.
Dahomeans, scouts, guides, eX-cavalry-
men, cowgirIs, Australian bushmen,
Arabs and Cossacks all combined to show
what wonders can be done a-horseback.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-04-18
Scenes of the Wild'West.

And the old Deadwood stagecoach was
attacked by the Indians just the way it
used to be when it was not scheduled as
a part of show. The rumbling old We
hicle, with the mail strapped on behind.
came out of the painted hills of the
horizon.
A single passenger rode within, and
on top were the driver and a lone and
gallant guard. The number of Indians
which attacked il was remarka BILE. But
the gallant band of cowboys. which came
to the rescue with fOrty-fOurs popping
like machine guns, drove the pesky red
yarmints back to their village, and the
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-04-18

Downey's Carriages for Spring Brides.
Stylish. elegant. reasonable. Stables, 162OL
-Advt.
Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1911-07-27
SYNOPSIS.

Philip Cayley, accused Of a crime Of
which he Is not guilty, resigns from the
army in disgrace and bis affection Tor
his friend, Lieut., Perry Hunter, turns 70
hatred. Cayley seeks solitude, where ne
perfects a flying machine. Whlle soaring
over the Arctic regions. he picks up a
%curtously shaped stick he had seen in the
assassin's hand. Mounting again, he dis
covers a yacht anchored in the bay. De-
scendfng near the steamer, he meets a
Rtrl on an Ice noe. He learns that the
girls name is Jeanne Fielding and that
the yacht has come north to seek sign
of her father, Captain Fielding, an arctic
explorer. A party from the yacht Is ma
king search ashore. After Cayley departs
Jeanne finds that he had dropped a Gu.
Ttously-shaped stick. Captain Planck n
the surviving crew of his wrecked whaler
are In hiding on the coast. A giant run
nan named Roscoe, had murdered Field
ing and his two companions, after the ex-
plorer had revealed the location OF an
enormous ledge Of pure gold. Roscoe then
took command Of the party. 1t develops
that the ruffian had committed the muir
der witnessed by Cayley; Roscoe plans
20 capture the yacht and escape with a
Dig load of gold. Jeanne tells Fanshaw,
owner Of the yacht, about the visit of the
sky-man and shows him the stick left by
Cayley. Fanshaw declares that 1t Is an
Eskimo throwing stick, used to shoot
darts. Tom Fanshaw returns from the
searching party with a sprained ankle.
Perry Hunter is found murdered and
Cayley is accused Of the crime but Jeanne
believes him innocent. A relief party goes
to find the searchers. Tom processes his
love for Jeanne. She rows ashore and
enters an abandoned hut, and there finds
her fathers diary. which discloses the eX-
plOrer's suspicion Of Roscoe. The ruff
nan returns to the hut and sees a
He Ia Intent on murder. when the sky
man swoops down and the ruff1an fees.
Jeanne gives Cayley her fathers diary
70 read The yacht disappears and Ros-
GOES plans to capture 1t are revealed.
Jeanne's only hope is In Cayley. The
seriousness Of their situation becomes APP
parent to Jeanne aRd the sky-man. Cay
lev kills a polar Bear. Next he finds a
clue TO the hiding place Of the stores.
Roscoe is about to attack the girl when
he 10 sent fleeing in terror by the sight
Of The sky-man swooping down, Measures
are taken to fortify the hut. Cayley kills
q wounded polar bear and receives the
first intimation that Roscoe possesses
firearms. A assure in the ice yields up
Hunters body and Roscoe, finding it, re-
moves the dead mans rife. He discovers
that Cayley is a human being and not q
spirit. The ruffan Is baffled in his plan
to murder Cayley when the latter and
Jeanne a k refuge in the ave where a
furious storm keeps them imprisoned.
They confess their love for each other.
Cayley, resolving to seek the ruffian and
kill him, finds Roscoe's cave, but the
enemy Is not there. He picks up a ia
miliar-looking locket and departs. Ros-
Coe has taken advantage Of Cayley's alb
eence to force his way into where Jeanne
u. Cayley returns, and a fight ensues, in
which Roscoe is killed.
Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1911-07-27

PLANTATION a wonderful great, soft calm
seemed to envelop her. She slept
there like a child beside him, his hand
still half-clasped in hers.
It was Philips voice that Weakened
her. How long afterwards she did
not know. He was sitting erect on the
great bear-skin, and all she could see
of him was the dim silhouette of his
back against the sky.
What is it," she asked, drowsily.
rs anything the matter?"
He could hardly command his voice
to answer.
IT'S that aurora, over there" he
said. mo, It's gone now. 1t may
come back, It's right over there in
the south-straight in front of you"
But, my dear-my dear" she per,
sisted, why should an aurora
Is it because of the one we saw the
night you killed Roscoe? Is 1t that
old nightmare that 1t brings back?'
She was speaking quietly, her voice
caressing him just as her hands were.
She was like a mother trying to reas,
sure a frightened child.
mo, it's not that" he said, uneasily
l don't know think | may be go.
ing mad, perhaps. know l wasn't
dreaming, l thought SO at first, but
| know I'm not now" Then she felt
his body %stiffen, he dropped her hand
and pointed out to the southern no.
rlzon.
There" he said. look therC!" What
she saw was simply a pencil Of white
light, pointing straight from the no
rizon to the zenith, and reaching an al
titude Of perhaps 20 degrees. Com
pared with the s%tupendous electrical
displays that they were used to seeing
In that winter sky, 1t was utterly In
significant, and from it she turned to
search his face, In sudden alarm.
mo, no-look-look!" he command.
ed, his excitement mounting higher
with each word.
She obeyed reluctantly, but at what
she saw her body became sudden.
ly rigid and she stared as one
might stare who sees a spirit. For
the faint pencil Of white light swung
on a pivot, dipped clear to the hori.
Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1911-07-27

but made no other answer. He turned
to Philip.
TN have to confess" he said, ITO
the rudest sort Of inquisitiVe curiosity
about the strengthening bundle you
brought aboard with you from the
Aurora. 1t looks like some primitive
Eskimo's attempt to build a fying-mar
chine"
ut is something like that" said
Phillip. If you'll have 1t brought up
here on deck I'll open it out to you"
The young fellows pleasure was all
most boyish. I'll have 1t brought at
once" he said.
The breeze was straight behind
them and just about strong enough to
compensate for the speed Of the vess
sci, and the air on deck was quite still.
With the boys puzzled assists
ance Philip spread his wings for
the first time since that night
when he had dived off the cliff
head to go in pursuit of Roscoe. The
recollection was almost painfully
vivid, and as he looked into Jeanne'S
face he saw the same memory mir
rored there.
But young Caldwell, soon brought
them back to the present. He was no
longer embarrassed or shy, deferen-
tial. Aerial navigation was, appar-
emily. a subject he knew all about.
He criticised the shape Of the planes,
the material they were made of, the
curve of this, the dip of that-au In
the tone Of an expert and by
way Of summing up, he said:
TITS rather pitiful, isn't 1t? In a
way any primitive thing always af-
fects me-like old locomotives they
have In museums. Somebody, prob
ably, believed once that that would
fly. hope he didn't believe it seri-
ously enough to give 1t a real trial"
you don't think it would work.
then?' asked Philip.
The young man laughed. Dear me,
no." he said. 1T couldn't work"
TAT any rate" said Philip, ITS an
amusing curiosity"
"Oh, yes; indeed, yes" the young
man assented, cordially. II wish 1t
were mine. Only l wouldn't try to fly
with it,"
His duties called him away then
rather suddenly, and Philip was left
Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1911-07-27

7 suppose that's true" he said at
last, Il suppose I might have saved
him then, just as / might have saved
him later, from Roscoe's dart. can
think of a hundred ways that It might
ave happened-the accusation against
me, | mean-without his having any
part in it." Then he said rather abb
ruptly: "Fanshaw told you the story,
didn't he?"
She assented. Most of it, that is.
Perhaps not quite all he knew"
Il don't know it all myself" he told
her, that is, | have filled 1t in with
guesses, | knew about the girl. Hunt
er was half mad about her, and she,
| suppose, vas in love with him. Any
way, he came to me one night-the
last time ever talked with him-rag-
Ing with excitement, The girls father
had found out about him and meant,
she said, to kill him, and perhaps, her,
too. Anyhow. she had forbidden Hunt
er seeing her again. We took a drink
or two, together, before I started, and
| suppose he must have drunk
himself half mad after that; for he
started right on my trail and did what
you know. | have always supposed,
until just now, that ne had used my
name as his own with her, to screen
himself from possible trouble. But
that may not have been the case. He
may simply have spoken of me as his
friend.
The girl was in love with him,
and 1t would be natural for her to
give her father my name instead of
Hunters, and make the accusation
against me. l suppose he thought
that | could, probably, clear myself
easily enough, without involving him,
and that the whole row might blow
over without doing any irreparable
damage to either of us. And then,
when 1t didn't blow over-when 1t got
worse and meant ruin for somebody
the fact that he hadn't spoken at first
would have made 1t ten times harder
to speak at last, | might have help
ed him. He sent word to me once,
when | was under arrset, to ask If l
would see him, and | refused. l was
very His speech was punctu-
Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1911-07-27

Rted o by longer and longer pauses,
but still Jeanne waited.-'Very sure
Of the correctness of my own
attitude then, Correct is, perhaps, the
exact word for 1t. | wouldn't turn a
hand to saw a mana man who had
been my friend, too-from living out
the rest of his life In hell" He shud-
dered a little at that and she quickly
laid her hand upon his lips.
That was long ago." she said. You
can see now what a God, perhaps,
would have seer and done then. And
If you did wrong, then it's you who
have suffered for it-you who have
paid the penalty. You have paid for
the thing you left undone as we'll as
for the thing he did. But we must
not talk about it any more, now.
You're not strong enough. l ought
not to have spoken of 1t at all, but,
somehow, l couldn't wait any longer"
Just this much more, Jeanne, and
then We will let it go: You see now,
don't you, dear, why l said l
could go back to the world, never clear
myself of the old charge at Hunters
expense - Perry Hunters expense
10Y that he is dead; and don't you g
that that's as impossible now as 1t was
when l first said it,"
1t was with a half laugh and a half
sob that she kissed him.
"Oh, my dear" she said, what does
the world matter? This Is the world
here. You and l. The space of this
great bear-skin we are lying on. The
past can't come between us, and what
else is there that matters? Come, it's
time for you to take another nap. Are
you warm enough out here, or shall we
go back to the hut?"
I'm warm, soul and body, thanks
to you," he said.
But 1t was Jeanne who went to
sleep. Somehow, since that last Ox-
Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1911-07-27

zon, rose aagin and completed Its cir
cult to the other side.
She sat there beside him, breath
less, almost lifeless with suspense
while that pencil traced its course
back and forth from horizon to hori,
zon, stopped sometimes on the zenith,
to turn back upon itself-sometimes
continuing through unchecked. At
last her breath burst forth from her
in a great sob. She turned and chung
to him wildly.
Philip" she said, 1T can't be that
1t can't-it can't"
Tell me-tell me what it looks like
what you think you seer"
She stayed just where she wae, cling
ing to him, covering to him, as If some
thing terrified her, her face pressed
down against his shoulder.
Signals" she gasped out. From a
light-from a search-light."
He drew a long deep breath or two,
and his good arm frightened about
her.
Well" he said, his voice breaking
in a shaky laugh, IF We are mad, we
are mad together, Jeanne, dear, and
with the same madness; and If we are
dreaming, we are living in the same
dream. Did you read what 1t said?
Oh, no, of course you couldn't-but |
did, It's the old army wig-wag, and
it has been saying all sorts of things.
Spelling out your name most of the
time. What 1t just said was, 'Cour.
age. They are coming"
Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1911-07-27
CHAPTER XIII.
SIGNALS,

SlSIldl6s
There were a good many days after
that-not days at all, really, but an in
terminable period of night-which
were broken for Jeanne by no ray of
hope whatever. She kept Philip and
herself alive, from day to day, and this
occupation left her hardly time enough
to think whether there was anything
to hope for or not.
Much Of the time Philip was delirl-
GUS; sometimes violently so, and yet
she often had to leave him. When she
did so, 1t was with no certainty at all
that she would find him alive upon her
return.
At last the conviction was forced
upon her that Philip was actually on
the road to recovery. His delirium be-
came less violent and occurred at long.
er intervals. The frightful condition
OF his wounds began visibly to i'm
prove. Instinctively she resisted this
conviction as long as she could, refus-
ing almost ~passionately to begin to
hope-for the return of hope brought
an almost tntolerable pain with it.
Without hope there had been no fear,
no apprehension-just as in a frozen
limb there is no pain. But, as the pos
stbility Of his recovery became plain.
er, the slenderness of the thread by
which his life was hanging became
palmer, too. A thousand chances
which she could not guard against
might cut the thread and destroy the
hope newborn.
He was able, at last, after a long
sleep and a really hearty meal of sus.
tanning food-which she hardly dared
give him-to get up and walk out OF
their shelter to the ~star-vaulted beach
Fifty PAGES or so was all he was equal
to; but at the end of the little prom.
enade he expressed a disinclination to
30 back to the stuffy little shed which
had been the scene of his long illness
The clean, wide, boundless air was
bringing back the zest for life to
him. So Jeanne brought out from
the hut a great bundle of furs and
made a nest of them on the beach.
and there he lay back and she sat
down beside him.
DO you remember, Jeanne" he
said, the first time we sat out like
this, there on the ice-foe beside the
Aurora, and | told you how I had
learned to fy?"
She locked her hand into his before
she answered.
Il couldn't believe that night that |
wasn't dreaming" she said softly.
Nor |, either" he told her; "and,
somehow, | can't believe 1t now-not
ully:-nOt this part Of It. anyway"
He had lifted the hand that was
Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1911-07-27
HE Mas a D~ark-Haired, Dark-Eyed
Handsome Young Man."

to furl his wings alone. From the proc.
ess he looked up into Jeanne's face.
why, Jeanne!" Her eyes were
bright, bright with unshed tears, and
there was a little flush of bright color
in her cheeks.
"Oh, I know" she said, with an I'm.
steady laugh, cts absurd to be indig.
nant, but | wished-oh, how l wished,
when he was SO ~patronizing and so
sure, that you might have slipped your
arms into their places and gone curv.
ing, circling up, all gold and cleaning,
into the air. l knew you wouldn't,
but hoped you would" =,
Jeanne, DEAR" he said, you'll re.
member that always-my flight, |
mean. But, sometimes you'll get to
wondering If it isn't the memory Of a
dream. And then you'll go and find
these old wings in an attic, some,
where, and stroke them with your
hands, the way you did that night
when l furled them first upon the Ice.
foe beside you"
She looked at him quickly, wide.
eyed.
What do you mean, Philip? Not
that-not that I'm never to see you
fly AGAIN."
He nodded.
Somehow, up there, with all the
world below me, it never seemed real.
Even you never seemed real. who
were the only real thing in all the
world, The earth was only a spinning
ball, and there were no such thing az
men. | wasn't a nan myself, up there.
not even-even after you had brought
me back to life and given me a soul
again. Somehow, to be a man one has
to wear the shackles Of mankind. |
can't explain 1t better than that, but !
know it's true"
For a long time she searched HE
face in silence.
you used to seem a spirit rather
than a mar to me-" she said, when
would lie watching you soaring there
above me. And now-now It's | who
brought you down"
DO you remember how | told you
once that a man like your father was
worth a whole Paradise of angels?
Well, l want to be a man, Jeanne, as
lear as possible such a man as he
was. And | want to walk beside you
always"
A shift Of wind from astern over.
took them and the great ensign flap.
ped forward, screening them for a mo-
ment where they stood, from the view
Of the rest Of the deck. With a sud.
den passion of understanding she
clasped him close and kissed him.
THE END.
Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1911-07-27
CHAPTER XXlI.-Continued.

The perception came to him as a
memory, and in memory it seemed to
be Jeanne's voice
Now, unless his wits were wander.
ing, he heard it again, and it called his
name. He was half i%ncredulous of its
reality, even as he answered it. But
the next moment, before he could ex,
tricate himself from his planes, or
ven attempt to get to his feet, he
felt the pressure of her body, as she
knelt over him.
Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1911-07-27
CHAPTER XIV,

unWlnaed.

For awhile she stayed just where
she was, her head Graded against his
shoulder, but, presently, she stood
erect once more, pulled off one of her
heavy eauntlets, and with her bare
Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1911-07-27
Herring Always In Lead.

Herrings form the greatest harvest
of the ocean. More behring's are eaten
than any ether fish.
The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1911-01-13

The traveller in the Himalayas must
be prepared for surprises. Two days
after the Hon. G. G. Bruce had reach
ed Mana he received a message from
a young lady saying that ever since
she had seen him on the day of his
arrival she had been i'll. II was very
much hurt, allow" says Major Bruce
in Twenty Years In the Himalayas.
During the course of short but inter
esting career no such snub had eve!
been administered to my self respect
said, But can't do anythingT She
said, Yes; wash your face and let me
have the water So we got hot water
and soap. and she sat on rock to see
that there was no deception. The
water, or. rather. the decoction. was
then put into long tumbler, and she
then and there drank it ALL What is
more, the next day she sent word that
she was quite cured"
The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1911-01-13

tie business experience. Her field was
their home and children. 1t is said
that the husband, who had a phe-
nomenal rise in the commercial world.
owed much Of his success to his wife's
sage advice, but that embraced all
her knowledge of business.
Forced by her situation on the death
of her husband. Mrs. Netcher divided
her time between home and store. She
became a silent but none the less po-
tent force downtown, and she is the
same to this day. She keeps regular
office hours, and not mercantile move
Is made in the establishment that she
does not know of. Her face is not
known by three-fourths of her EN-
ployees, and this enables her to make
daily inspections of each department
and observe quietly what is needed in
the way of goods and service.
Following the practice of Mr.. Netch-
pr, whose life was insured for 100000,
the widow insured herself until she
now holds policies aggregating S1,O00,-
900. She is said to be one of the three
most heavily insured women in Amer
The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1911-01-13
Hanaed the Clever Foraer.

OF curious petitions against the
death penalty being enforced one re-
calls the eighteenth century case of
William Lyland, who was sentenced
for forging a bill for ELLA on the
East India House. The forgery was
a work of art No less than thirty
signatures were initiated. and at the
trial not one of the victims could
swear that the signature was not his
own. However. with the help of the
paper manufacturers Ryland's guilt
was brought home. Then came the
petition of his friends. So clever n
man ought never to be hanged, they
pleaded. His craftsmanship should
save him. 1t gained him a respite.
He was allowed to finish a fine en-
craving he had begun, but nothing
more. Though the engraver was ia
vorite of George Ill. that king quite
failed to see how a forgery could be
excused on the ground that it was a
clever forgery.-Pall Mall Gazette.