DICK AND JACK |
By FRANCES E. SCHNEIDER
i
(Copyright.)
My sister Marian and I were alone
la the world, our parents having died
within a few months of each other,
when Marian was quite a child and
1 a lad little more than 20.
After graduating from - univer
sity, I studied law, and at the time
of which I write—thanks to an un
usual amount of influence, my dear
father's name enabled me to com
mand, and my own dogged persever
ance—was fast acquiring a large cli
entage and quite an enviable reputa
tion.
It was toward the end of the sec
ond summer after her return that we
first became acquainted with Dick.
He came in one evening with our
friend and neighbor, George Morris,
who had several times expressed a de
sire to introduce him to us.
An unusually handsome fellow he
was, with strong, well knit figure
and pleasant, if somewhat restless
dark eyes; and though, as we came to
know him better, he developed some
strange but rather irritating eccen
tricities of character, he was in the
main true hearted and generous spir
ited.
From the. first evening of their ac
quaintance, his admiration for my
beautiful sister was apparent; and he
soon become one of our most fre
quent and welcome visitors. _
Of Dick's antecedents I knew noth
ing then. He never spoke of his past,
and what knowledge 1 have of his
life before we knew him, came to me
long afterward unsought. On one oc
casion l confess my curiosity was
aroused, and I most sincerely wished
he could have been more communica
tive about himself.
1 have said that Dick possessed
some irritating and singular traits of
character. One of them was a most
violent antipathy to cats— an antip
athy so intense and morbid, that it
seemed an instinct, and was beyond
his control.
It was but a week before the end,
■when, one afternoon, having taken a
longer tramp than usual (we were
fond of walking and many and many
a mile have we trudged together),
and feeling rather tired of the glare
and brightness of the hot June day.
we were beginning to long intensely
for a drink of water and a cool place
to rest. We looked for a spring, but
could find none. Our search brought
us to a little cottage nestled among
some maples and almost covered with
honeysuckles. The very place for a
tired man to rest and be refreshed.
“We will go in here and ask for
some water, ' I suggested, and Dick
offering no objections, I knocked at
the door. It was quickly opened by a
kindly smiling old woman, who. when
she heard what we wanted, hospitably
ushered us in to the darkened parlor
and bade us be seated until she re
turned with some refreshments.
Dick threw himself on the sofa,
while I seated myself at the open
window. Presently from the next
room, whither she had gone, presum
edly to prepare the promised repast,
we heard our kind old hostess say:
“Pussy, pussy.”
Meow, came plaintively trom tne
other room; and before I could inter
pose Dick sprang madly through the
half open door. There was a shriek,
an agonized cry, and as I reached the
doorway I saw Dick, now utterly be
side himself with passion, fling a cat's
lifeless body from him and, in spite of
the angry remonstrance of the old wo
man, and my own stern and indignant
protests, take from a box nearby a
kitten, and mercilessly kill it before
our eyes. All this was done in an in
stant. My feelings of horror and re
gret at this exhibition of ungovernable
passion, as well as for the poor old
woman's evident grief at the loss of
her pets, baffles description. Overcome
by anger and indignation at his con
duct, I sprang upon Dick. Grasping
him by the throat, I cried, "You
brute!" and struck him—struck him
twice. He offered no resistance, but
stood looking at me with an expres
sion of mingled reproach, sadness and
shame. Then he hurriedly left the
house.
We buried the tvell beloved cat and
its kitten under a grapevine in the
garden. I dug the grave, and at the
poor old lady's request left a little
mound to mark the spot. This cere
mony completed, i walked sadly home,
pondering on the strange infatuation
of my friend Dick.
As I neared the house I saw Marian
seated on the piazza, looking cool and
lovely in her white dress.
"Back again, Roger?” she cried.
"Where's Dick? He went with you,
didn’t he?”
Then I told her what had happened.
"The brute!" she exclaimed with
flashing eyes. “He shall never enter
the house again.”
“There is so much that is lovable
and generous in Dick's nature,” 1 said;
“let us try to overlook this one fault,
shall we?”
She did not reply at once, but sat
looking at the far-away sea with an
anxious expression in her eyes.
“Well, we will try,” she said at last.
“But come in and have some tea; you
must be hungry after your long tramp.
I have a surprise for you, too; Mabel
is here."
“Mabel here!” I cried, forgetting my
weariness. “When did she come?”
“She drove over early in the after
noon; and Jack came with her. We
tried to make him stay, because we
knew you’d want to see him; but he
was in an awful hurry and wouldn’t
stop a moment.”
Mabel here and .Tack gone; this was
perfectly satisfactory to me. 1 loved
Mabel Cleveland, and meant to tell her
so soon, and I disliked Jack; though
in my heart I knew there was no cause
for jealousy where he was concerned.
We had a merry evening, Marian,
Mabel and myself. I drove Mabel home
by moonlight, a pleasure which was
more than sufficient to banish from
my mind the miserable occurrences of
the day.
1 had arranged to take a holiday
next day and, according to a previous
agreement. Marian and I were to drive
out to Mabel’s home and, taking her
up, go on to Silver lake, a favorite
haunt and picnic ground of ours,
where we meant to lunch and spend
the day.
Early the next morning the dogcart
“—and Oh, Roger, He Has Killed
Jack—”
was at the door. I had just helped
Marian in, and was about to follow,
when Dick appeared.
“Well,” I laughed, “I suppose you
want to be asked to join us. Come on,
old fellow, plenty of room.”
Arrived at Cleveland’s, we found
that Mabel had walked on hal#» an
hour before, leaving word that we
should find her at the lake.
“I wonder if Jack went with her?”
said Marian, as we drove away.
"I shouldn’t be surprised,” I an
swered. “You and Dick go and find
Mabel; I will follow when 1 have un
harnessed Dolly.”
Dolly was in a frisky and unman
ageable mood that morning; even our
long fast drive had not calmed her,
and I had considerable difficulty in get
ting her quieted down; so that it was
much longer than I expected before X
set out after Dick and Marian.
I had scarcely turned into the little
path which they had taken when Mari
an came rushing toward me, pale,
breathless and agonized.
“Roger, Roger,” she gasped, “come
quick—Dick—”
“What in heaven's name is the mat
ter, Marian?” I asked, and took her by
the arm to steady her.
“Dick is wounded—perhaps dead—
and oh, Roger, he has killed Jack—”
“Are you mad, Marian!” I exclaimed
—“killed Jack!”
.“Yes,” she replied, “but hurry, hur
ry"—we were already running along
the narrow path—“we met Mabel,” she
went on rapidly. “Jack was with her.
I spoke to him just as I always do;
but something seemed to annoy Dick,
and he only growled a greeting—
Roger, I am afraid he was—was jeal
ous. Of course Mabel and I did what
we could to smooth things over, and
presently they fell behind. We were
talking and had almost forgotten them
when suddenly we heard a dreadful
cry—we hurried back as quickly as
we could, and came upon—oh, Roger,
I can’t tell it—Dick and Jack—they
were struggling on the ground. Dick
had Jack by the throat and was chok
ing him—choking him—to—-death; and
there was a terrible wound in Dick’s
throat. We tried to separate them,
but it was too late—Jack fell back—
dead—and Dick staggered toward me
and then—”
At this moment we reached the
scene of the tragedy. Mabel knelt be
side the body of Jack, her face buried
in her hands. At a little distance lay
Dick, apparently lifeless.
Then Mabel raised a white, grief
stricken face and, pointing to Dick,
said, in a strange, dull tone:
“He has killed his brother.”
“His higher!” I exclaimed, with an
awful dread creeping into my heart,
as I glanced from Dick to Jack and
from Jack to Dick and noted the ex
traordinary likeness. “How do you
know they were brothers?”
“Because,” she answered, “having
suspected the relationship for some
time, 1 made a point, yesterday, when
I happened to meet him, of question
ing X, the dog fancier from whom they
were both bought, and he told me pos
itively that they were brothers and
that he had raised them himself. He
said there were not two such fox ter
riers in the state as Dick s,nd Jack.”
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WAS WILLING TO FORGET.
Young Man Bore No Grudge Against
Proposed Father-in-Law.
That the young fellow had grit was
evident from the fact that his busi
ness, from nothing, had in a few years
begun to bring in a fairish income. He
made up his mind to get married. The
girl—although the daughter of a
pompous country resident—agreed
with him; but the father did not see
things in the same light.
“What! You?” he yelled, angrily.
“You want to marry my daughter!
Why, it is only a few years since you
were caddying for me.”
“That's true!” interrupted the young
man, “but I don’t intend to let that
stand in the way. The language you
then used was certainly a trifle—say
blue-tinted; but then you w’ere under
the influence of disappointment. After
all, you know, a very bad golfer may
make a very good father-in-Jaw. Any
how, I'm going to give you a chance.”
BABY ITCHED TERRIBLY.
race and Neck Covered with Inflamed
Skin—Doctors No Avail—Cured
by Cuticura Remedies.
“My baby’s face and neck were cov
ered with itching skin similar to ecze
ma, and she suffered terribly for over
a year. I took her to a number of doc
tors, and also to different colleges, to
no avail. Then Cuticura Remedies
were recommended to me by Miss G—.
t did not use it at first, as I had tried
so many other remedies without any
favorable results. At last I tried Cuti
cura Soap, Cuticura Ointment and
Cuticura Resolvent Pills, and to my
surprise noticed an improvement.
After using three boxes of the Cuti
cura Ointment, together with the Soap
and Pills, I am pleased to say she is
altogether a different child and the
picture of healtth. Mrs. A. C. Brestlin,
171 N. Lincoln St., Chicago, 111., Oct.
30 and 30, 1906.”
Nut Growing Industry of the South.
“Nut growing is a comparatively
new industry in the south Atlantic
and Gulf states, but it promises to de
velop into one of the most important
in that section,” said J. Z. Reid, a
prosperous planter of Florida. “The
most popular nut is the pecan, and its
popularity is probably due to the de
velopment of systematic methods of
grading it and cracking it with ma
chinery operated by steam or electric
power. This makes possible the mar
keting of the meats of the nut ready
for use.
“The demand is always much great
er than the supply and many planters
are now turning their attention to the
nut raising industry. It is not un
common for a tree to bear as high a3
200 pounds of nuts in one season and
most of these sell at from 00 to 70
cents a pound. It does not require
much figuring to show that the pecan
orchards which abound in some sec
tions are paying investments.”
One of Many.
An Atchison woman started out to
buy her fall hat. First she visited
the openings and looked and looked.
Then she took a friend and went
around to the millinery stores and
“tried on” again, saying, of course,
that her “hair looked perfectly ter
rible.” Then she went home and
thought and thought, and, finally,
went back to the stores and “tried
on” once more; and thought, and
thought, and then bought a hat which
is so grotesque and hideous that her
relatives and friends blush with
shame every time they see her wear
it, and strangers stare at her, wonder
ing what kind of courage it takes to
wear such a looking hat. But she
did the best she could.—Atchison
(Kan.) Globe.
The Final Shower.
“And you say when the heiress be
came the wife of the foreign noble
man it was a shower wedding?”
“I should say so. The bride wore a
shower bouquet.”
“Yes.”
“And then there was a shower of
rice.”
“My!
“Followed by a shower of congratu
lations and old shoes.”
“Well! Well! And how did it end
up?”
“Very embarrassing all round. The
nobleman's creditors came around and
presented a shower of bills.”
WHAT WAS IT
The Woman Feared?
What a comfort to find it is not “the
awful thing" feared, but only chronic
indigestion, which proper food can re
lieve.
A woman in Ohio says:
"I was troubled for years with indi
gestion and chronic constipation. At
times I would have such a gnawing
in my stomach that I actually feared
I had a—I dislike to write or even
think of what I feared.
"Seeing an account of Grape-Nuts
I decided to try it. After a short time
I was satisfied the trouble was not
the awful thing I feared but was still
bad enough. However, I was relieved
of a bad case of dyspepsia by chang
ing from improper food to Grape-Nuts.
“Since that time my bowels have
been as regular as a clock. I had also
noticed before I began to eat Grape
Nuts that I was becoming forgetful of
wher.e I put little things about the
house, which wras very annoying.
“But since the digestive organs have
become strong from eating Grape
Nuts, my memory is good and my
mind as clear as when I was young,
and I am thankful.” Name given by
Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read
the little booklet, “The Road to Well
ville,” in packages. “There’s a reason.”
SAVES MUCH LABOR
METHOD OF “FEEDING" MODERN
LOCOMOTIVES.
Matter of a Few Minutes Now Where
Formerly Gangs of Workmen
and a Lot of Time Were
Required.
The little details that spell progress
In the operation of a railroad are fre
quently the most interesting. As an
instance, take the "Locomotives’ board
ing house,” as some of the men call
the coal and sand chute near every
roundhouse. Twenty years ago it
took big crews of men to supply the
coal, sand and water—the sustenance
of an engine. Now two or three men
do all this work of "feeding” the en
gine before they go out, and do it in
much less time than it used to take.
When an engine is ready to go on a
run nowadays it takes only a few’ min
utes to “feed” it for the trip. When it
backs off the turntable to the coal
chute switch it is ready for "dinner.”
In a big elevator there are hoppers
full of coal ready to fall into its tank
the moment the hostler’s assistant
pulls a rope. This coal is lifted from
coal cars into the hoppers or chutes
by means of an elevator. In the same
place the sand drier has a chute that
is filled with dried sand, used on the
tracks when the engine’s drivers slip.
While the coal is being dumped into
the tank, the sand drier is tilling the
sand box, the sand shooting down
through a long pipe.
In a great many railroad yards the
engines can be coaled, sanded and
watered without moving the engine
from one point. The old-fashioned wa
ter tank has given place to standpipes
that are stationed in convenient
places. An engine has scarcely to be
moved to receive every supply needed
for a long trip. In the old days it had
to go first to the coal yards to be
coaled by men with shovels. Then it
hustled off to the sandhouse and men
passed buckets of sand up to a man
who stood on the boiler and poured It
into the sandbox. Then the engine
went to the water tank. To-day it gets
its full supply in one place in a few
minutes. It used to take hours to do
the same work.
These modern locomotive feeding
devices are man-savers as well as sav
ers of time. In the old days the lives
of strong men were shortened by the
toil incident to getting engines ready
for their runs. With scoop shovels
every pound of coal consumed by the
locomotives had to be thrown from
coal cars to tank, and it was an every
day occurrence to have engines hur
ried to the coaling track for a fuel
supply when it was then time for the
engine to depart. That meant that
the coal heavers had to do the work
of slaves to accomplish what the com
pany expected of them. To-day mech
anism saves the backs of thousands of
men employed around railroad yards
and roundhouses. The “locomotives’
boarding house" is managed on the
plan Of a well-regulated dining room.
The old-fashioned way of coaling en
gines was up to date indeed when
compared with that still more remote
system—wood burning. Back in the
days when locomotives were steamed
with wood it was a common occur
rence to stop the train out in the
woods somewhere and train crew and
passengers would begin carrying
wood to the engine, filling the tank
to its capacity. It was a case of carry
wood or walk, for the engines con
sumed so much fuel that it was im
possible to make the tank large
enough to carry enough for a long trip.
These wood-carrying parties used to
be jolly social functions in bright
weather and everybody joined in the
fun. But when the chill winds blew
or the rain was falling the poor train
crew had to face the elements and do
all the “toting" themselves. It was a
happy day for railroad men when the
coal-burner engine was invented and
the raids on the forests ceased to be a
factor in railroad life.
Double Engine.
A locomotive recently turned out
by the American Locomotive Com
pany at Schenectady, N. Y„ for the
Erie railroad, is styled an articulated
compound, and weighs 41:1,000 pounds.
Tt is really two engines with one large
boiler, measuring 83.10 feet in length
from the point of the cowcatcher to
the end of the tender. It is said that
while the haulage capacity of this
engine is double that of the heaviest
freight locomotives of the old type
now in use, the load of one pair of
driving wheels is less than that of
many of the ordinary engines.
Automatic Ticket Machines.
At ail railroad stations In Germany
there are automatic slot machines
which, for a 2Vfe-eent nickel, deliver a
ticket without which no one who has
no railway ticket is allowed on the
nlatform.
PRIVATE CAR FOR FISH.
From Vehicle Commissioners Will Dis>
tribute Finny Tribe.
The new Minnesota game and fish
commission car is expected to arrive
in St. Paul next week, when the side
track running to the fish hatchery is
completed, says the St. Paul Pioneer
Press. The grading for this track is
now being done and the Burlington
road has agreed to put in the sid
ing at once. A house also will be
built in which to store the car when
not in use.
The car is 70 feet long and dark
orange in color. The compartment
in which the cans of fish will be kept
is 32 feet long and has a tank at the
front end in which a supply of fresh
water will be kept. Adjoining this is
the refrigerator, where ice will be
stored to be used in keeping the wa
ter in the cans cold. Pipes will be
run from the water tank around the
car so that they can be replenished
with a fresh supply of water when
needed. The car has a capacity of
200 cans and the water tank is above
the level of the tops of the cans as
they stand on the floor of the car.
Beyond them is the engine room
from which a supply of air will be
provided for the cans. Next come the
kitchen, toilet room, heater and then
the parlor compartment with five
berths and the dining-room.
The car is equipped with six-whee’,
trucks, according to specifications ap
proved by railroad engineers for pas
senger coaches.
At present the commission can ship
only 20 cans at a time, and this keeps
the men on the road much of the
time, while with the new car they
can haul 200 cans at a load and sup
ply the demand along one line of
road in a single trip.
RAILROAD AROUND A VOLCANO.
Stretch of Track That Will Cost Much
Money to Build.
The stretch of road that runs from
Tuxpan in the state of Jalisco to Coli
ma, Mexico, is one of the most expen
sive pieces of railroad building in
America. It will cost more than $3,
000,000 gold to build this forty-three
miles of road. The unreliable antics
of the Colima volcano had to be taken
into consideration in selecting the
route. Jets of steam are constantly
belched forth from its crater and
eruptions of violent character occur
periodically. The steam is condensed
when it strikes the cold atmosphere
above the crater and ip the form of
water it seeks the sea by means of
numerous deep gorges. In time of
eruption streams of lava are ejected
from the seething cauldron within
the mountain and this molten mass
follows the courses marked out by
the waterways and pours down upon
the more level land far below. The
gorges, or barrancas, as they are
called in Mexico, are 300 to 600 feet
in depth and 100 to 2,000 feet across.
It has been a stupendous task to
get the necessary machinery, such as
steam shovels, into the almost im
penetrable region. All machinery had
to be knocked down and carried along
narrow mountain trails upon the backs
of burros. Frequently when impass
able barrancas were reached the
loads had to be let down to the bot
tom of the gorges by means of ropes,
and carried across to the other side
by Mexican laborers, and then hoisted
to the trail on the other side, to re
sume the journey upon the backs of
the patient burros.—W. D. Hornaday
in Moody’s Magazine.
New Cars Were Lost.
Several years ago the Lehigh Valley
road invested in a hunch of new box
cars of a certain pattern and in the
shipment there was a shortage of
three cars. They could nut be traced.
Seven months after the shipment one
of these cars was discovered in Chi
cago and had made two trips to San
Francisco. It was a year before the
second car was rounded up, well worn,
while months later it was discovered
that the third missing car had been
smashed in kindling in a wreck.
It is a wonder to the ordinary ob
server that these knight errant box
cars ever get back home. Some of the
cars are gone for months, and it l:as
been charged that in times of shortage
many of the roads are not particular
about sending cars back home.
British Railroad Figures.
From the official railway returns is
sued at London it appears that British
railway capital last year increased by
only £2.500,000, the smallest sum re
corded since the construction of rail
ways began.
The total capital invested in Brit
ish railways amounts to £1,286,000,
000. On this the average interest paid
last year was 3.46 per cent—not a
large return.
Road Grows Own Ties.
The Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe
railroad has gone in'o tree growing
in order to provide for its future sup
ply of crossties. The Santa Fe has
adopted the eucalyptus as the most
suitable species for tie purposes, be
cause of its rapid growth, great den
sity and durability, and is now plant
ing 700 acres in a ranch of 9,000 acres
in southern California to eucalyptus
seedlings.
WESTERN CANADA
A WINNER
THE CROP OF 1907 IS AN EXCEL
J-ENT ONE.
Manitoba, Saskatchewan and Alberta
Farmers Doing Well.
The interest that Western Canada
has aroused for some years past is
growing in intensity. The conditions
of the crop of 1907 are such that re
sults can be spoken of with some de
gree of certainty. The yield of grain
will be about 80,000,000 bushels and
the price the farmers will realize for
it will be upwards of seventy million
dollars. The oat crop was good in
most places, and the crop of barley
will be very remunerative. Those who
know of the generally unsatisfactory
conditions during the seeding, grow
ing and ripening period in the United
States during th'e past season, will
look with righteous distrust on any
statement intended to give the impres
sion that Western Canada conditions
were so much different. Generally,
they were not, but the conditions of
a highly recuperative soil, long and
continuous sunshine, are conditions
possessed by Western Canada and not
possessed by any other country on the
Continent. This is why it is possible
to record today a fairly successful
crop, when in most other places the
opposite is the case. The yield in all
grains is less than last year, but the
higher prices obtained more than off
set any falling off in the yield. Take
for instance the Province of Sas
katchewan the wheat crop will be
worth $21,135,000. Last year the
same crop was 35 per cent, larger and
the quality better. The yield was
worth $24,000,000. Oats and barley are
very important factors in all three
central Provinces. At Gladstone, Man
itoba, returns from one farm were $27
per acre from the wheat land, $35 per
acre from oats, and $30 per acre from
barley. The yield of wheat at Dauphin,
Manitoba, was 20 to 24 bushels to the
acre but not of a very good grade,
but the yield of barley in that section
was good and so was the quality and
price. At Meadow Lea, Manitoba, 15
to 20 bushels to the acre were
thrashed, bringing a round dollar on
the market. At Oak Lake, Manitoba, i
on some fields where 21 bushels were '
expected, twelve and fifteen was the
result; others again where twenty was
looked for gave twenty-two to twenty
five. One special patch south of town
on J. M. McFarlane's farm went as
high as thirty bushels to the acre. At
Sheho, Saskatchewan, oats yielded
from 60 to 65 bushels to the acre. Sam
Wunder threshed 2,500 bushels from
forty acres. The sample is good and
weighs well. At Lloydminster, Sas
katchewan, W. Bibby threshed 97
bushels of oats to the acre, and two
others were but little behind. Wheat
here reached 35 bushels. At Portage
la Prairie, Manitoba, from a quarter
section all in crop, Alex. McKinnon of
Ingleside threshed an average of 33
bushels No. 1 Northern. I. J. Grant
had 190 acres, yielding 6,000 bushels
of the same grade. These illustrations
taken from widely distant districts
(and thousands of others could be
produced) show that the year 1907 has
not felt the serious effects from severe
winter, late spring, or unfavorable
conditions during the growing season
that might have been antitcpated. In
order to learn more about this country
write to the Canadian Government
Agent whose address appears else
where, and get a copy of the new
Last Best West, which he will he
pleased to mail you free.
A Relief.
Smith started up into a sitting po*
ture.
“Who are you?” he cried.
The masked figure with the dark
lantern and sawed-off shotgun turned,
nonplused for the moment, from the
bureau, and said, confusedly:
“Why, I am a—er—burglar.”
Smith settled back upon the piH°w’
drawing the warm coverlets about hie
shoulders.
“Thank goodness,” he murmured,
sleepily; “I thought you were »
plumber.”
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Take Hali’s Family Pill* for constipation.
French Police a Surprise.
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ln Paris?” they asked of Airs,
loney when she got home.
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