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ANACONDA STANDARD. i THE PAGES 9 to 12 9 to 12 ANACONDA, MONTANA, SUNDAY MORNING, JUNE 26, 1S92. A KNOT OF HAIR. A PHILISTINE CON'FESSIOX. after it.

-Somehow he miscalculated, and day that was eomin' home ternight and glare of the palace lamps he supposed it was there as a part of his fun. With a bark and a bound he started to enjoy the army. stripped to the bone in many places, and his chest was fearfully lacerated. In sewing up Harvey's wounds the doctor used up over four spools of silk thread. The fanner was alive when I left that part of the region, but they had littlo hope of his She has a fcdot of russet hair; It seems a simple thing to wear i hrough years, desnite ot fashion's check, -The same deep coil about the neck; But there it twined TV'lien first I knew her.

And learned with passion to pursue her, And, if sh changed it. to my mind rbhe were a creature of now kind. On others she may flash the wise. Strong light of'apprehendirg eyes. And make who fronis her beauty jrreat ith hopes that awe and btjuiulate.

The nappy lot Be mine to follow These threads through lovely curve and hollow, And muse a lifetime how they got Into that wild, mysterious knot. Oh, first of women who hast laid Magnetic glory, on a braid! In others' tresses we may mark If they be silken, blonde or But thine we praise. And dare not feel them JSfit Hermes gad then, -dare steam them It Is enough for aye to (faze The Academy. of Life. A NECKTIE PARTY IN NEW MEXICO YARNS ILLUSTRATIVE OF MODERN MANNERS when he came up the morsel was dancing a few feet away.

The dog, with sly wink at the Pittsburg Times reporter on the side of the lake, was softly dimpling the water with his paw. At every wave the scrap came nearer to him. The harem drew closer Its lord, a ad the oldest in the flock gave a few words of advice to him. She received a sound slap with a wing, apparently a command to mind her own business. Just as the dog reached out for the meat the gander gave lunge also.

Bill and paw both missed it. It disappeared only to rise tantaliaingly a few feet away. The dog was no longer hilarious. I here was too serious business, and he ran up and down the shore, barking angrily-. while the gander retired to wreak vengeance on his hapless harem.

A moment later, seing the scrap almost ashore on the i dash. So did the dosr. They met, and for a few seconds gray wings, dog hair and wild screams ofpurp and gander filled the air. Then the dog trotted slowly away with a face full of religious turned toward the theological seminary. while the gander, wiping the sweat of vic tory from his brow, carried the scrap, ror which he seemed to.

have lost his appetite. to his proud family. TWO GRAVES. HEN I was with Meiggs on the Andes," said a guest at the Palace hotel, San Francisco, to an Argus reporter recently, "we had many strange experiences. For instance.

remember-he surveyors had run a line across the top of a mountain, tho highest if or miles. Directly in the way was a irregular boulder that looked as though dropped from a cliff, only there was no cliff, and, as I said, the bowlder was on the very crest of the mountain. It took a lXng time to blast it out of the way. When it had been broken up and the pieces rolled into the valley we had to mako a deep cut in the mountain itself. About three feet below the surface we cut into a pair of graves, with the remains of a man in each.

There was only enough left to show that the bodies were those of tall men, I should say several inches above 6ix feet. Tho laborers were mostly Chinese and manifested no surprise. Tho few native laborers did not know even of a shadow of tradition con-. force that engineers control now could haye brought that boulder up" the mountain. Nobody could have burrowed under the boulder.

My only theory is that an some time ages away cliffs towered above the mountain we crossed. A fragment was hurled on the mountain top where the graves were. Then as-to what became of the cliffs, and why the fragment they cast was preserved while they themselves vanished, I have no theory Oh, we saw plenty of strange things when i was with Meiggs on--the-Andes." AN ANCIENT GRAVEYARD. OUT-nvenliles south ofHood- lettsville, is a large farm known as the Morrison Stratton farm. It is now owned by Captain An- j-drew-jJalefWfio-was once a large lumber- dealer on the Cumberland.

Captain Dale has been living on this farm for se ven- years. In a large grass lot near the house last spring the captain noticed quite a number of rocks standing edgewise in tne ground. To satisfy his curiosity he began to dig. He discovered at once that he had struck a rock vault, and in it he found a human skeleton. This led to further investigation and a great many of these vaults were found.

Some of these vault are not more than four and four and a half feet long. In them were found human bones and teeth which undoubtedly represented a people low of stature, but of good size for the height. For this reason Captain Dale thinks that the represent a people that antedate the In-. diarw. The skeletons are not more than a foot and a half from the surface of tho earth.

Local scientists account for this by a process of erasion which has been going on perhaps for ages. The vaults are made of limestone rock, except the top, and that is slate. Captain Dale is unable to account tor this, since mere is no shite on his farm or the one adjoining it. Many of the teeth of the skeletons are in a good state of preservation. There is no such a thing as a whole skeleton; many of tbesruall bones have gone back into dust.

LESLIE THORN'S SONG. "I NOTICE in a Buffalo paper," said an old newspaper man, "that Les. Thornra veteran and able jour nalist, first of Canada and later of Buf falo, is dead. "Leslie Thorn was a character. He had a heart as big as a pumpkin, and his pen was as glib as Chauncev Depew's tongue.

For years he worked on a Sunday paper, and, of course, Saturday was a hustling day for him. He would come to his office early and not lay down his pen till night. After a short lunch he would resume bis work, grinding out telegraphic and local news till late at "At midnight he would sit up and get the boy to go out for a pitcher of beer. Then after passinir the pitcher around to rthe'uicnibers of the staff, with the admon ition, 'Drink, my son, he Would hold it up and givo this toast: "Here's health to Martin Flannlsan's aunt, Aiul I'll tell yez the reason why. Mie ate wnen ne wits ntinryt "And she drank when she wus'ory.

"An if. lver a man stopped the course of the can. Martm FUuinlsah'saunt weultVery, Blamed be your soul, why not pass on de bowl. How ye 'kuaw but ye'r neighbor's dry." "Then he would drink his beer and tell a story that would make the editorial den shake." Sf. Louis Chronicle.

THE MEANEST TKT. Tho ivymmifrf fhpv ctritn (T htm BP 1 And, swinging from the old oak limb, they left the mini to tlie; But the ne.U day, in the justice court, with law they had tocoue They sued the man for damages, because he broke the rope. j.ta?f ConrfifufiOH. Her Devotion. "I wish Maria's lover were more of a Christian; it's very little time he spends on his knees, I'm thinking." "Perhaps not.

but Maria's doing all she can for him. Why I hear she spends hours on his knees herself. "Harlem Life. Getting There. She Mr.

Jqueezer, you are entirely too familiar. I do not know you well enough yet. He fatter a prolonged pausel Do, you know mo sufficiently well now? SheT-Yes, George. Harvard Lampoon, he old lady is up in the cabbin, with a blazm' fire anHots of things cooked up fer to welcome him hum. We have a fiddler and some of tho boys '11 just drop like an make things lively, while all the gals about the place Tl be therel sure.

Don't jo.u thiuk he II like it, eh "Indeed I do. It will bo grand." my eye. They do 6ay as how Tommio has grown in the big city, an' ow he's gettin' way up in the business world. But he was never no boy ter fer- get his old friends. There la a Pete iaylor an' Abo Gosling an 7 Hi bloan an' Rube Tingler an' all the rest.

Rube has brought up his big bassoon, an' you bet there will be high ok times. All the gals havo on pink ribbons an' white dresses. Say, stranger suppose you draps in at the party, eh? an' leads the pi' woman out fer a whirl in the mazy I wiimu ivi Mil ft ii hiu lUrtft 4ushen-thersouci-hTiek7 the train came thundering around the curve. It's him. it's him dead sure cried the old man, gleefully.

"You bet it's ony Tommy come home agin. Gosh it all, I kinder wish now 1 Dut a bit more taller on theVowhides so as to make 'em shine more. But Totnmie will know me all the same. The old man's face glowed with expecta tion. Half a dozen passengers left the train.

Finally out came a tall, pink and white, blue-eyed dude, sucking a cane and wearing a tuft of hair between hia eyes. rather." he said, as tho old man wrung his hand, "dear-r lather-r, have a swiga- liecorder HIS FIRST HONORS. HE sun is high fh the heavens. Cloudless the turquoise sky limits the burning plain. Drifted heaps of glistening sand show from what direction came the last fiery gale that uncovered those dissevered polished bones mute witnesses of unquenched thirst and with rough hands readjusted the winding sheet that covers tho blunted features of tho desert.

Black rocks, remnants of long dead volcanic fires, raise their riven crests above the sea and sand, fit home for deadly snake and Tialt-obliterateiLtraiU. From tho wavering horizon a figure emerges, slowly approaching and taking form and color a man leading a pack horse laden with a prosector'si belongings slung to tho saddle: a rifle awaits 4l ewtter'saud. StowtyTtio frred man leads.the tired at the cliffs they stop. 'I he water keg is unlashed 'from the pack, tho miner's hat serves for a pail and with many a kindly word the journey has resumed. Friends, these two, alone in a waste of sand and sky.

Listen! What vibrant sound? What hiss stirred the dead air? No snake's alarum 1 that arrow quivering in tho fallen form that bronzed figure among the rocks with tense brow and ready shaft tell the briel story. Ihe man lies motionless. Soon the paek-horso is unloaded and the little all that a few moments ago belonged to tho mot ion less one -is-sca-ttered -orr-tho Bandar With grave curiosity the Indian boy ex amines the unfamiliar things and selects thoso that Zploased his funcy. Tho riiie lies across hia knees. Then tho uuuter ex- -a mines i larry a mHtaves the Indian token of conquest.

His work is done. hen the sun rose he was an unnoticed boy, armed with a bow and -arrows. Now he is an Apache warrior, created by his own act, his title parch ment a scalp. Up a wooded canyon disappears an In dian boy, beating the exhausted horse that ho rides with the bow that ho no longer values. Out on the lonesome desert the drifting has resumed its never-endingtask of covering and uncovering.

Sfiort Stories, SALLIE'S RUN FOR LIFE. OR years to come the war between the cattlemen and rustlers will be a fruitful theme for story writersj for it was filled ith many incidents of daring adventure and romantic hardihood. But there is one story hich will probably bo told oftener than all others on account of the participants in the incident which is its groundwork. When tho avenging army of cattlemen camo across the border thero was one man who was especially wanted, as ho was supposed not only to be the head of tho rustler organization, but his house was the headquarters of all the men who were known as being opposed to the big cattlemen who owned stock by the thousands. This ranch was especially favored by the cowboys on account of the presence of a daughter of Harvey Williams, the owner.

She was the belie of the bonier, and her nerve andidarininiaiiytinies- put to shame the cowboys who shirked duty, or trouble on bad night's. 'She had only to say go and all would go, flying with each other in their efforts to win smiles from the young queen of the prairies. When the invading baud came into the country Harvey heart! of it, and, as he was unable to get his family away before they came down upon him, he barricaded his home and determined to ilglit it out, hoping for the arrival of some ot the boys from tho range to help him out. His daughter Sallie said that she would soon brim; the hoys, and despite tho pleading of her parents she slipped to the stable, and before the invaders were fully aware of what she had done she was on the back of one of tho fastest horses in the country and flying away to where she know a' number of cowboys were camped. -Futile pursuit was made by the men, for they could have as easily caught ho hen ho pursuer aw her heading for the cowboy camp they realized that she had gone for reinforcements and beat a retreat and called oh tho besieging force, as iheycoulitioH-isk-a battle at that tune.

To the shame of the invading cattle men it is told that they tired several shots at the flying girl, --two-bullets striking her clothing nnd one wounding her horse in the hip slightly. fort Worth Gazette. TOWSER MET HIS MATCH, A bit of meat cast on the lake in one of the parks of Allegheny City recently gave a forcible illustration of tho renowned pugilistic qualities Tof the genus Anser. The scrap was tossed to'an old gray gander, sailing and dipping majestically back and forth, with his harem at a safe and resjioctful distance behind him. Just as he made a graceful dive forward a stray dog, of hungry aspect- and venturesome turn of mind, made for the meat also.

The gander paused, astonishment writteu in every line of his craned neck and extended wings. The- dog friskily brought-up -at the water's edge and reached out a paw. The coveted morsel was midway between him and the gander. Quick as the gander slapped the water with his wings, bc-ating the scrap below tho surface and diving a a I 1 Fain would I sing in Minor key of woe. In modern fashion, could I only banuish The sunshine from my heart; 'tis quite de trop: Eut it won't vanish! 'Court pessimism," urge mv cultured friends: "Think how brute force the world sets spinning blindly: -How to blank misery existence tends!" (They mean It kindly).

"Sttrelv." they cry, "at least you can despair? to darkness aU that once seemed brightest? Feel you no loathing for the fate you share?" No not the slightest! Yet fortime, too, has mocked me with her moods, Her tickle wings, alack! she's lightly shaken; And left me careior-comrade; while my goods The lade has taken. "Well, then?" well, then, I smile (and so tweie vain For poor contentment's slave toape the poet); You think Uod's balance tins the loss with gain?" Kay, friend I know It! Jsmdon Spectator, an active young fellow climbed it, and soon a running rope was dangling from tho cross arm. Navajo Frank was given ton minutes to say his prayers, but he said he did not know any, but would like a drink of hiskey and to 6moke a cigarette. His request was granted. When asked why he roped and killed the aged Mexican he said, "that tho old man walked too slow, and that he wanted to try his new rope and see if it was a good pne." After smoking his cigarette, be told the crowd that he was read jv- His rms and eetwere pinioned, the noose placed around his neck, and at a6ignalhewas hoisted into the air by willing hands pulling on the end of the rope.

He struggled convulsively and his -bodywrithed-aad -twisted in all kindsof shapes, as he slowly strangled to death. Several Winchesters were enjptied into the dangling form as it hung pendant in mid air, and in less than five minutes life was over, and Navajo Frank had roped his last victim. The vigilantes went home well satisfied with their wwk. But some of them were- chagrined the next day on learning that the old Mexican whom Navajo Frank had roped, was not dead, but onjthe contrary still alive and would probably recover from his injuries. That surmise proved true, as the old man was able, two days after, to sit up, and from his window viewed the limited funeral procession of Navajo Frank pass by on the way to the pauper graveyard, where Navajo Frank was "planted" afjhe.

ejuneLfift-ha-couttty A Mexican alcade and jury cut down the body of Navajo Frank and held an inquest, and after a day's wrestling with the problem decided tliat Navajo Frank "died from strangulation." Six). Anaconda, June 22, 1892. IMPUDENT BEARS. HE boldest, most impudent bears to be found anywhere are the bears of Maine." said-k sportsman who has bunted all kinds of bears but polar bears. "The Maine bear doesn't care a snap for a man, and that is rather queer, for the bears must know that there is a big bounty on their scalps.

Bears know everything. When I say that the Maine bears don't care a snap for a man I don't mean that he is any more apt to tackle a man than any other bear is, but that he will go into a man's barnyard after a calf or a sheep or a pig, into" his orcnara alter apples, into ins cornfield or into Ins yard and knock over the bee 6kips for the honey, although the man may be standing not three rods away, with a gun at that. The brazen impudence on the part of the Maine bear is what makes him such a terror to the farmers in the state, and it more than anythig else led to tne putting or a price on his head. It has also led to the invention of many devices for destroying the bold marauder by the farmers themselves. Tho 1 favorite one of these is the trap gun This is simply an ordinary gun charged heavily with buckshot, baited, and placed in a cornfield or other place where the bear is likely to pay a visit with foraging intent The bait and gun are so arranged that the instant the bear touches the former tho latter is discharged, and in nine cases out of ten the quantity of leacL bruin re-4 cerves in his head and face holds him down 6o eifectually that when tho farmer goes out in the morning he finds the Dear aeaci, and tne carcass is a more valuable crop to him than anythinar any two acres of his land could yield him, for tne bounty, and the hide, and the meat ought to represent 40or $50 incold cash to the agriculturist.

"The trap gun don always do its work so thoroughly, though, that the farmer linds the bear dead, and the worst torn-up man I ever saw was a farmer named Simon Harvey, who made a little miscal dilation once on a bear that had touched off a trap gun that had been 6et for him, Harvey was a backwoods farmer who Jived in the-wild -region-back of Ban gor. A bear having played havoc for some time with Harvey's farm products, both in growing crops and live stock, the farmer rigged up a trap gun to see what it could do toward ridding the community of that particular bear, other means to that end having failed. He was helped in rigging up the gun by one BillJohnson, a woodsman, and Johnson, fortunately for Harvey, went with him when he started to visit his gun tho morning after. "The two men were drawing near to the spot where the gun was 6et when thev heard' it go off. They hurried forward and saw the bear, a tremendous fellow writhing on the ground and bellowing like a bull.

He was badly wounded, but not so badly but that when he saw the two he could get quickly to his feet and make a grand rush for He threw himself upon Harvey and felled, him to the ground with a blow of one paw that knocked tho farmer senseless. Then the bear ciajved and chewed and ripped Harvey to such an extent that when Johnson had succeeded in killing the bear with a heavy club he loaded Harvey on hra back for dead and carried him home. His face was torn out of all recognition and the flesh on his arms from his shoulders down was hen Pierrot started for the army the army saw him coming. With his bow igs, wide jaw and red, overhanging jowl. he seemed ravening onslaught was quick and noisy.

The army stood its ground a moment and then began to beat a retreat. The re treat was in an instant a rout. The rout became a scramble, with tho dog take the hindmost of every man's motto. This was all the more fun for Pierrot. He gave ex-.

iressions to his joy with wild yowls of de- ght. Lvery few moments a gorgeous of ficer or slightly more subdued private would come leaping through the trees, in a ellow cloud of fear: Pierrot playfully cuffing his heels until attracted" by some other scattered remnant of the leagueriug host. "The rebellion was suppressed, Kala- kaua was maintained on the throne and Hawaii was again at peace all on account of Harry Gillig's bull pup." A MATTER OF -SOAP. IT was washday at the house of the Fergusons. The clothes had been in soak for more than an hour.

The laundry lady in the basement came ur stairs to report that the soap, which had been ordered early that morning, had not come yet. "LycurguSjsaid Mrs, Ferguson, 1 you will have td go to the grocery store and get it. We can wait any longer. Mr. Ferguson went to the grocer s.

whose place of business wasseven blocks away. "How does it happen, he demanded fiercely, "that the soap my wife ordered hree hours ago hasn't come yet "She ordered a lot of other stuff at the same time," said one of the clerks, "and we filled the order as quick as we could. The hoy with the delivery wagon is on the way there now." Mr. Ferguson went back home. Mrs, Ferguson reported that the grocer's boy had come and had delivered everything she had ordered except the soap.

It had been overlooked somehow. Mr. 1 erguson, boiling over with 'wrath. was aDcutto-start on another trip tor that soap, when the laundry lady made her ap pearance again. "There a man at the back door, sho said, "with an order book in his hand.

think it tho grocer himself." heir Mrr FergTrsorr'Tvent to theback door. "You've Come yourself this time, have you?" he shouted. "les, sir," said the man. "Got that "No. sir.

but" "You haven't Do you know. sir. that we have been waiting all this morninc for a few bars of cheap, common yellow soap, sir? Do you know that I've had to make a trip to your store on purpose for that soap myself and then did not get it? What kind of way is that for a man to do business? We could have waited an hour or two longer for the lettuce and the co- coanutandthe strawberries and the can of tomatoes-- "But- "And there wasn't any particular hurry for tho broom, and the scrubbing brush and the peck of potatoes. But we wanted the soanr 'IheinrrB neerr waTtlng Tor it lor two or three hours" But I- And a whole washing is going to ruin for want of it I I won't stand it You can't play a trick like that-on me a second time. We ve only, been is this house two weeks, and, we have got all our groceries from We have ordered something every time the boy has come round.

have spent more than at your store and we re not going to spend any more, lou've got every cent out or us you're going to We shall try some other grocer, iou wm una it aoesn pay to" "Will you let me say just a word "It won't do you any good, sir. mind is made up. What do you want to "I toe ice man." Chicago Tribune. A DEAD NIGGER BRINGS LUCK AY night in the camp. The woods Kare all lit up with oil.

torches and blazing pine knots. Around big temporary tables, blanket covered, in tho woods, the darkies cluster with gleaming eyes as the dice roll and the "pass picker' called the game. The stakes are wagered on every side, all down the table, as the present player with threat and cajolery rolls the dice. "liaUi (snap), senen, seben, como elebenl" The dice roll six. "Fo bits I mako my pint." Sljootfniggerrso got you faded." 'Hah! (snap), go The dice roll six.

"Done tole you I make my pint." "Hah (snap) fo', fo' Little Joe." The dice roll six. "Six ergin. Two dollahs I make my Dint." "Don't argyry, nigger, I lade you ergin." "Hah tsnaptjX-cnie six an doan' deceib me, dice." Dice roll six. "Done t- le yer dese dice doan deceib." Picks up dice again. "Mere, nigger, down uem dice," to pass picker.

'ror uou, nigger i rung bosses. Dese tiicemake six on ebery side 1 he conspirator endeavors to draw Ins gun, but Bluesight, too quick for him plugs him through he- heart-with- his ready pistol and he falls beneath the table dead, his cheated winnings in his hand Hah (snap). "TwtrmtfTl pass. Make yer game. De dice is rollin' and a dead nigger brings luck And so it does.

To some good, to some ad. Men and women, black and yellow, they win or lose all through the sultry nicht while dice roll. (snap). I got yer. A dead nigger brings luck." Sew York iroWd.

HELENA'S POPfLATIOX. Oft to the encampment! Colonpis twenty score! Majors flfie'-n Hundred, sn' tfiejjoyernor mak ingmore! Captains auTt they plentiful! three hundred by the count. An' fifty-seven penerals! bold their horses till thev mount! '--a There's thirteen hundred corrwrals-hrlninMip the rear; They'll all be major generals by the time they're landed there! An' tell it low! in all that show, one private not a -But he's posin' in the circus, he dos'n care a clam? Atlanta Conrtitutuin. HOW TOMMY'-. CAME HOME.

C1 TRANGER," said the old man, coming closer -'if-ever you war a father you will know how I feel this night that boy have been down in the big city fer so long now, goin' on to. seven year; but he write to us theother in recovery, i never neara wnetner ne goi well or not, but theLbearjweighed over40Q pounds. J.he country around Bangor, say with in twenty or thirty miles, is the most prolific bear region I ever struck. The bears seem to rise up out of the ground and look at you as you pass by, if they let you pass by without a protest. The list tinie 1 was over there the people in the vicinity of Aiaxheld were all broke up over the wickedness of a tough and cunning old bear, whose exploits had won him the name of Old RangerJle was a great orchard Hnef.

and had escaped from no end of traps, and it was estimated at that time if he should drop dead lust then and his jseight was- alien, net-legs than pounds of his avoirdupois would be repre- sentea-rjylead that had been shot into him any time within the five years then past. The whole of Penobscot county knew that bear, but he defied the whole popu-laee-until farmer-named Sawyer got so mad one day over some especially aggravating depredation the old bear had committed on his premises that he took his big moose gun and swore that he would go out and lay Old Ranger low bo- lore he came home again or die in the attempt. But Sawyer, after following the bear three days, modified his oath a little, and came home tlie third night to see his family. Some time during tho night he was aw akened by a noise, and he recognized in it -the voice, or rather lungs of Old Ranger blowing in the orchard. With great caution Farmer Sawyer awoke his farm hands and stole to some of his heishbors and got together a small army of men.

Armed with guns, axes, pitchforks and other weapons, and carrying a dozen lanterns, the hostile forces surrounded Old Ranger in the orchard, and lor the hrsr time his life the tough and wily bear found himself in a corner. There was only one outlet to the woods from the orchard, and that was guarded by eight men with guns, including Sawyer with his moose gun. "The display of lanterns had evidently dazed Old Ranger, for there was no reason why he couldn have got out of the orchard and away into the woods before he was surrounded. But ho didn't. and when he at last discovered the dan-s ger he was in and made a break for tho path he had to run a desperate gauntlet.

He received a shot from each one of the, eight gunsJneiuding-Saw moose-gun, but he run the gauntlet and kept right on for the woods. In spite of his wounds the tenacious old brute led the host of armed farmers a lively chase of nearly three miles into the woods before they came up with him. Farmer Sawyer was in the lead or the forces, and suddenly was brought up all standing by a roar and a snort and a frightful snapping of teeth not far ahead of him. Lan terns were held up and there, not twenty feet ahead, stood Old Ranger, his back against a rock, and showing a defiant and terrible front. By the light of the lanterns Farmer Sawyer gave the bear both barrels of his moose gun and Old Ranger's race was run.

The big bear as lashed to two stout poles and the great carcass was borne into Maxlield by the triumphant hunters. When the people of the village heard that Old Rancrer had been killed Wjj was giyen ove for 4lto night and daylight found the populace still rejoicing over tne uownraii or tne dreaded marauder. Old Ranger weighed 460 lork bun. BOTH OF THEM. You can read until you tire Of the pretty summer girl.

And the swain will tune his lyre dual to Rinsr tins aainty jiean, i And he'll find her at the races, Dress her up in lawn and laces. And he'll make you very weary of me Sum mer Girl! But there's one who has been silchted, And his fondest hopes been bliglitetL tsy tins gay ana gmuy ttamsei Peering shyly fan. And he's spent his hard earned cases. to iaKe ner to cue races. Might I ask you what's the matter with tne Sum- mer Man? -Pittsburg fre-is.

DOWN BY A BULLDOG. QiNtiX a lew Laiitoruians even remember how Harry Gillig's bullpup put down a rebellion in Hawaai George Nagle, who was there at the time, thus told a San Francisco Examiner reporter the story i We were at tho islands some years ago Harry Gillig, Frank linger," myself and 'Pierrot' was Harry bull pup, the joy of his ownet'i life, the pride of his heart. He was a fierce, bloodthirsty-looking brute. and Whenever a true sport would pass him the covetous regard which the man would show for the dog would make the cold chills of apprehension play leap froc in Gillig's spinal morrow. As a matter of factrthoughPierrotwas-a playful and quite as harmless as a kitten.

Well, at the Islands David Kalakaua was kine and a kindlier man never lived. He showed us marked attention; arranged feasts in our behalf, made me governor of an island for a day and lost his money to us at poker. 1 here was a condition then pre vailing at the inlands somewliatsimilar to that preeedingthe recent arrest of Wilcox, Ashford and the other conspirators." Dis content muttered on the corners. indefatigable strain was in the political atmosphere. The army was giving trouble, 4fc had left its power by putting down the first Wilcox revolution.

It became unreasonable in its demands, and the king was soon in volved in traublBwhhniis own troops, You know the Hawaiian army consists of about sixty-seven men and half as many officers. But though small, it is tho one military prop of the island kingdom, and it has relatively as much power and niv portance as the kaiser's marshaled mil lions. "At last it tame. One nieht as Gillie and I sat on the jorch of our cottage we heard 'the roll of the stirrinz drum and the clangorous marching of armed men. "The revolution has begun The army is marching on the shouted Gil lig.

Being a brave, aggressive man, Harry grabbed a revolver and started on the run for the palace inclosure. Being more or less or a fool, 1 suppose, I ran after him without a revolver. Being a dog, Pierrot ran after us both. When we reached he palace we found tho entire army just drawing into line in front of it There was all the thunder of the captains and the shouting which a man's heart could wish. The army had come to make a de mand on tho king, and was prepared to eniorcc wnu Dunet ana pavonet.

"Now pretty much' everything on that trip had been arranged for Pierrot's So. when he saw the glori ously caparisoned drawn up in the A NECKTIE FESTIVAL. Written for the Standard. A VAJO FRANK was a cowboy em. ployed on the Prairie Cattle company's range in New Mexico.

His mother was a Navajo squaw and his reputed father a Spanish Indian trader. Frank grew up at the Indian aceney, inheriting: all the vices, but none of the virtues of both races. At an early age he went on a cattle range, and soon became a good rider and "fckill with the lariet was remarkable, and in all "roping" contests he engaged in, he easily vanquished all opponents. Ho was strong, athletic and active; but his intel-, lectual powers were limited. He was of a morose ancfquarrelsome disposition, and was feared, hated or despised by all the cowboys on the range.

Navajo Frank, seemed to take-a -delight, when he went into the small towns, of getting drunk, riding at full speed through the streets, and roping animals that he overtook. He cared nothing for the polioe as he was always well mounted and could easily escape arrest. After lie had amused himself sufficiently and frightened the women and children by his reckless riding and ear-spliting yells he would go back to the range. --A- One day in the summer of 1882- Navajo Frank came into the little town of Las Vegas. In a short time he had histank full" and soon began his peculiar amusement.

He rode through the narrow streets at full speed and stray dogs, cows and burros but this sport was too tame for him. So he rode down the plaza. An aged Mexican was leisurely strolling along, smoking a cigarette and enjoying the walk, Navajo Frank spurred his horse, gave a yell, and as he passed his victim, threw his rope and artistically ca ght the old gentleman, it heiioose encircling his shoulders, while the tension of the rope threw him to the ground with, a fearful force. Not satisfied with this, he dragged his prostrate victim oVer the rough and stony ground for half a block, and then, released him, leaving the old Mexican half dead and badly battered uo. Several speetatorsf whe' were unarmed, remonstrated with Navajo Frank at his inhuman conduct, but he only laughed at them and threatened to rope them the same Way if they tried to arrest him.

The spectators picked the old man up, sent him home and engaged a doctor to care for his injuries. Navajo Frank, to escape arrest, rode out of town. The next day the sheriff went out on the range, arrested Navajo Frank and confined him in the city jail to await trial. That night about 3Q citizens of the town held a secret meeting and determined to take Navajo Frank out of the jail and lynch him. The report that the old man Navajo Frank had roped bad died from the effects of the brutal treatment re ceived, only made the citizens more de- I termined to lynch the brutal half-breed.

At 3 o'clock that r.ight a "select committee," armed with Winchesters, surrounded the little adobe jail, woke up. the jailer and demanded that they be given Navajo Frank. The jailer refused this trifling request and said that ho would defend the prisonerander his care atthe peril of his life, and emphasized his intentions by shoving out of the door the muzzle of a shot gun. The "committee' replied they did not intend to harm any of tho prisoners; but they would have Navajo Frank if they bad to tear tho jail down. Whi'eome were" parlying with the jailer at tho front door others attacked ihej-ear walls with crowbars and picks seeking to effect an entrance into the jail.

The adobe walls -offered-butslight resistane8 and soon a hole was made large enough to admit them into the room where the prisoners were confined. Tho prisoners had been- asletp in their bunks, but now they were wide awake and dressed. They set up a fearful racket.lhinkingtbey were all toe lynched. Some of the lynchers had crawled through the holo in the jail wall and were in the midst of the prisoners. Navajo Frank was dressing and was cool and collected.

He as told that ho was goinglo Tbe hanged, and was asked to hurry up and crawl through the hole. Being only partly dressed, Navajo Frank asked for time to put on his shoes, coat and vest, as he was cold. The lynchers replied they had no time to spare, that he would soon be in a country so warm that he would not need any clothing and cut the matter short by shoving him through the hole in the jail wall, and soon had him on the outside The prisouer was placed in the middle of the throng and his arms tied. Ihe vigi- lantes, after leaving men to guard the broken wall to prevent tho escape of tho remaining prisoners, 'apologized the jailer for having disturbed his repose, took up their line of march to tho suburbs of the town. A telegraph pole was found, 1 1 5 1 1 i- iv.