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THE McHENKY PLAIJJDEALER, McHENRY, ILL. EIGHT-YEAR-OLD YOUTH PREVENTS Ft Z'.^f vlfr 'xH' * WRECK OF TRAIN Qq Hucrh Pendexter r^WTr >T?^ ^*T* #«» r-T"*-"xs£,,™jr" fc 4 OLD ZMFS IN THE BLACK HILLS GOLD RUSH " Scissors whipped out a pair of scissors and a piece of paper, and, squinting at Bandy Allen, began cutting the paper with marvelous rapidity. He held the scissors in one position, working the blades, and turning the paper back and forth and in half-circles in a most bewildering manner. "The Sioux call me Two Knives Talking--each scissor blade is 0 knife to them, you know," he explained in a singsong voice as he whirled the paper. Dinsdale studied him with much sympathy. He was a slight, washed-out looking specimen, end his face was vacuous. He had aR the appearances of cne mentally unbalanced. Allen lowered at him wrath fully, undecided whether to remain as an accommodation to the artist or to withdrav). The men suddenly raised a shout of laughter, and Scissors triumphantly held up the result of his skill. It was an exceedingly clever caricature of Allen with the long, ragged hair and bow legs grotesquely accentuated. "Give me four bits for itf" asked Scissors, ruffling his thin yellow hair and tentatively offering the picture to Allen. Roaring an oath, Allen ran his eye over the grinning faces and dropped a hand on a gun. "Who's laughin' it me?" he demanded, advancing a few steps. The smiles vanished. Standing in front of Scissors, he drew back hilt fist to drive it into the simple face. Dinsdale stepped between the two and informed Allen: "I was laughing, too. I'm laughing now." And he grinned broadly. The men scattered. Allen reached for both guns, but with a flirt of his hand Dinsdale had him covered and was saying: "Better keep your hands out of mischief." . Thus meet Dinsdale, "The Greenback Man," and 8clssors, the harm. '**• "nut," in Deadwood In the Black Hills, Just after the Custer massacre. Another leading character Is San Juan Joe, the Qambler. Dinsdale and Joe meet on the way to Deadwood. They are ambushed by Sioux. They fight their way through and rescue Lottie Carl, only survivor of a wagon party. At Deadwood Scissors enters the story. He has been a prisoner of the Sioux. Dinsdale quickly becomes a man of -mystery. Joe becomes convinced that he Is a road agent and plans to use him. Dinsdale and Scissors are captured by the 8ioux. Here enters Crazy Horse probably the greatest Indian of his time. Scissors and Sorrel Horse, a famous "medicine man," fight a duel of "medicines," a strange contest that lasts several days. Scissors, who Is clever at sleight-of-hand, proves the victor. He Induces Sorrel Horse to aid their escape. Back In Deadwood Dinsdale admits being worried over a report that Jim Omaha, a famous Union Pacific detective whose Identity has been kept a complete mystery, Is headed that way. Joe's plot to rob the treasure coach comes to a head, with Dinsdale double-crossing the road agents. Scissors saves his life in the big fight and is surprised to find he's a trusted man in the secret service of the stage company. And Dinsdale gets the surprise of his life when Scissors' Identity Is revealed. Lottie Carl nurses Dinsdale back to life--and you may guess the rest. This is a story very different from the stock-room yarn of the West. Hugh Pendexter, the author, has a passion for historical accuracy in his backgrounds--and gets It. The Black Hills gold rush was a remarkable episode in American life. "Pay Gravel" Is an unusual novel. CHAPTER I The Trail to.Gold-Land All day the three horsemen had traveled under a cold gray sky to •wing farther away from the Raw tilde buttea and cross the Running Water. Two days before, when leaving Fort Laramie, they had been thrilled by Stories of Clieyenne being crowded with wagon trains and wild with excitement over the news from the Black lillls. It had seemed a fine thing to 'aet out alone while others tarried for an escort of troops, or until their numbers could defy Indian attacks. They htfd deemed It to be a simple maneuver, this slipping through hostile country, while Cheyenne and Sioux were looking for bigger game. Every hour the grades grew steeper •nd the country more unlovely. Added :H|o physical discomfort was the knowl- -i#dge that the worst was ahead. For In 1876--and this was the first day of "' August in that lively year--although • 4he country south of the North Platte was held by troops and was quite thoroughly mapped, all north of the river was so much uncertainty. To Peter Dinsdale, leading spirit of the three adventurers. It was new country, as he claimed to be fresh from Arizona. His companions were direct from the East, and their Ignorance Was complete. One Incident broke the monotony of the afternoon's journey--the meeting with a large freight wagon drawn by six horses. On one side of the wagon was painted: "San Juan Joe's Outfit. Deadwood City, Deadwood Gulch." Inside, sheltered from the goaty rain, were five men, each heavily armed. Dinsdale at a glance Identified fonr of these as being gentlemen of the night--gamblers. The other, the driver, was uncouth and true to the type of the time and place. He announced he was driving to Cheyenne to bring back a freight of implements and supplies for the "swellest gamblln' place" In the hills. What interested the horsemen more, especially the easterners, was the ln- . formation that two wagons with seven •r eight men were ahead on Hat creek, waiting for reinforcements before risking the trip across the strip "of Indian country. Eager to add their rifles to the train, the three men impatiently urged their weary animals tip the shoulder of a lofty bluff. Dinsdale was the first to reach a ; point affording a view of the valley. He soberly Informed his companions: "Train's pulled out. We'll be hard ^pt to overhaul It." The other two men stared moodily down on Hat creek, the dividing line between "safe" and "hostile" country. In an attempt to revive their drooping spirits Dinsdale advised that they push forward to the Cheyenne river. This was strenuously objected to, and .°he was reminded that Johnny Bowman's ranch was across the creek. The Siospitaiit^ of the ranch waa famous from the Upper Missouri to Cheyenne Denver. "Bowman's it is then," agreed Dinsdale, but without enthusiasm. "If we came up here to find a ranch the program is bully. But if we're keen to get Into the hills we ought to take advantage of this weather and push •n." It was evening before they reached the stopping place. The horses knew the day's hard grind was over and whinnied their pleasure as a ranchhand appeared out of the dusk to lead them to the corral. The travelers lost nb time in entering the popular waystation. There were only four guests In the house, if three old frontiersmen In tattered buckskin, and grouped before the open fire, could be styled such. To the casual eye they were loungers rather than transients. The fourth man, tall and slender and of dark complexion, woa dining sumptuously at the long table on venlaon, warm bread and coffee. The easterners, somewhat wild of eye, lingered near the plainsmen, hungry for authentic Information. The three old men, appreciating the gullibility of their audience, lost no time in turning their imagination loose in a patched-up recital of horrors. Dinsdale Ignored their garrulous tales and gravitated to the table. He observed and admired the rather immaculate dress of the dark-faced man. "Gambling man and dandy." decided Dinsdale as he made to seat himself at the end of the table. The man glanced up, smiled pleasantly and motioned for him to be more neighborly by kicking back the chair opposite his. Dinsdale was glad to accept the invitation. "I'm Pete Dinsdale, from Cheyenne; from Arizona before- that," he Informed the other as he shifted bis place. "I'm called 'Snn Juan' Joe. I have a place up In the hills." "Met your team going out Saw your name on it." "I came down this far with It Found jmy outfit back yonder** too small to accommodate the rush. Must have another roulette wheel and more fixings. You're going through?" "Starting early in the morning?" "Didn't fancy the stage?" "I like a horse. Better chance to fight or run." "What say to our riding together? Don't reckon your friends will object to my joining your party." "They'll be tickled to death." Dinsdale ate hungrily for some minutes, then remarked: "Tou'd planned to go through with the outfit, or Just serving as guard this far?" 'Td hoped to meet a certain man here. Cheyenne sport. Fool business. He hasn't shown up, and I'm going right hack and let him hunt me up." Further study of San Juan Joe convinced Dinsdale that there was Indian blood in him, although there was nothing to suggest this in his personal presentment and speech. After satisfying his hunger Dinsdale lighted his pipe and said: "I was keen to push through In the darkness to the Cheyenne river. My mates didn't take to the Idea. But now that we're four--" "Go out in this weather? When we have this fire and food and really good whisky?" cried the gambler in mock dismay. "I'll get up before sunrise, but that's my limit" "Pin not much disappointed," smiled Dinsdale. "I'm afraid my friends have listened too long to step outside this place till daylight." "If It's In the cards that we get through we'll turn the trick. If the cards are against us no amount of night travel will help." And San Juan Bhrugged his shoulders and smiled, as if making game of his superstition even while catering to It Dinsdale turned and looked at hia companions. They were being served by the fire and were pausing between mouthfuls to gape In horror at the solemn recital of the three old llara. "--an' cut off his arms while he was alive," soberly concluded one of the narrators. "An" his ears," eagerly added another. "Don't go forglttln' his ears, Ben." "They'll be finished by morning," said Dinsdale. "I've heard great yams about Deadwood Gulch." "They overplay it," said San Joan, leaning back and carefully lighting an excellent cigar. "The gulch Is certainly the poor man's diggings. We've been figuring the days of placer mining, with each man grabbing for himself, were over. Then came the olacovery In the hills and opened the game for the poor man once more. The bar and hill diggings are good, and they'll take out two million this season. Next summer will see mills at work, for they're after quartz now. Rut once vein-mining comes In, then good-by to the placers and the poor man's chance." "Down at Laramie they're saying the Injuns are bothering you quite a hit." <» "The red devils have marked nearly four hundred killings on their coupsticks since the season opened. Yes, the Injuns are holding hack discoveries all rlg*ht. Prosectors don't dare go far from any camp." "Road agents have been pretty busy, too, I take it" "Busy, but not making much. No big hauls. They did get twenty-five thousand dollars from one treasure coach, but only two men were guarding It. The regular coach carries two - "I'm Not Much Disappointed/1 Dinsdale. Smiled hundred thousand each trip, with twelve guards. The agents haven't tried to crack one of those yet "Wonder the Injuns don't bag some of the agents." '-- "Maybe they do. Hope so. Every time a passenger Is robbed I fed I've lost that much." And lie laughed softly. Dinsdale succeeded in tearing his friends away from their fascinating company and brought them to the table to mfeet San Juan Joe. After a little talk Dinsdale and his companions turned in, but Joe, a slave to nocturnal habits, sat up far into the night playing solitaire. The morning was cold and damp. The easterners were standing before the fireplace when Dinsdale joined them. He urged them to hurry their breakfast and make ready for an early •tart. The older of the two shamefacedly confessed: "Pete, we've had enough. From what those men at the fire said last night--and they're old enough to know what they're talking about--we'd be derned lucky to git through alive. But even If we got there and did find gold what chance would we stand of fetching It out? Either the road agents or the Indiana would toe sore to catch us." * "Those old fools were trying to scare you," warmly remonstrated Dinsdale. "They Beared this boy all right," frankly confessed the younger of the men. "I'm through. I wouldn't go a rod farther for a whole mountain pf gold." "We'd rather you'd think us darned fools, Pete, than to take the risk," added the other. "So we're going to wait for the first Outfit bound south and strike for Fort Laramie." "Those old liars certainly filled yon boys up," sighed Dinsdale. "Well, If you really feel that way about it, then the hills aren't any place for you. Go back and stick to raising vegetables and flowers. I'm starting aa soon as I eat." He had finished his breakfast when San Juan Joe turned out. Despite their early rising the two did not get started until nine o'clock because of the threat of rain. Not until the sun struggled through the sullen clouds Was the Journey commenced. Bowman shouted good wishes after them, and the two easterners waved their hats In farewell. The traveling was. hard on the horses, as the mud had a glUe-llke tenacity In clinging to the hoofs. After two hours of slow progress they swung in close to a high yellow bluff and came to Indian creek. They halted and looked about for signs of the two wagons. They found the trail left by the mud-blocked wheels, and could tell where at frequent Intervals the men had halted to shovel the mhd from between the spokes and from between the wheels and the wagon boxes. The two men rode several rods apart, the gambler in the lead. Each was armed with a Winchester fortyfour; hut for Immediate use Dinsdale preferred his two handguns, Colt forty-fours, as he believed any fight that might be brought to them would be In the nature of a hand-to-hand struggle. By six o'clock they had covered some eighteen miles, and were glad to take refuge in a deserted cabin at the right on the road and on the bank of the creek. They ate cold venison, and did not attempt coffee. Dlnsdnle retired early, leaving San Juan seated before a sickly lire, dealing out the fards. By morning the persistent wind had dried up much of the mud, and, cheered by the prospect of making good time, the men devoured some raw ham and hardtack, brought along by the gambler, and resumed their journey. As they followed the road, riding side by side, Dinsdale remarked on his companion's lack of belt-guns. "Got in the habit of carrying these." 8an Juan explained as he produced two double-barrel Remington derringers, forty-one calll>er." They ascended a high ridge that ^crossed their course at right angles and came to the trail which connected the agencies with the stronghold of the northern Sioux. The summer campaign of 1S76 had brought no defeats to the Sioux and Cheyenries. The latter, whose cornfields once grew along the Bellefourche, claimed a victory over General Crook as the result of the June fight on the Rosebud. Custer's death a week later marked the peak of Sioux supremacy. Curiously enough it was the federal government that started the gold rush to the debatnble Mils by sending an expedition to confirm the many border stories about gold to be found there. Once the cry was raised in 'stventyfour, "Custer's soldiers have found gold In the Black hills! Hills of gold t a«z4>z«imx«z«n>z«z«z«zmx«mzmz«z«zmzmz«z« This Writer Objects to Sweet Mannered Persons To ordinary human beings few persons are so annoying as those with a consistently sweet manner, says a writer In theJLondon Times. The Invariably cheerful are trying In their hearty way; they are easier to bear with equanimity than the Invariably sweet. A robust cheerfulness may easily be put down to Insensibility/ When our own more delicate nerves and senses are suffering, we may wring consolation and a heartening pride out of comparing ourselves with those who suffer so little that they can keep up their spirits. But about a sweet manner there Is always a nlnt of accusation. It lays claim both to suffering more acute than our own and to superiority to suffering. So far from admitting that pitulta Is molesta-- that a cold In the head Is a nuisance-- it takes toothache but as a call for more sweetness. Wet through, chilled to the bone, even undisguisably rednosed. It is still sweet. The fixity of It becomes maddening. The grave, sweet eye, the sweet smile on the mouth, the slight tilt of the head to one side, the measured and sugared voice, the unalterably sweet and hopeful sentiments, all seem to accuse our more natural selves of being creatures of a lower grade. We long to bring the sweet one down toOour own level, to Irritate them somehow Into an exhibition of common human crossness or unfairness. And, failing, we take refuge behind the charge that there enn be nothing direct and honest left behind the confirmed manner. Sincerity most obviously have long deserted the character that can thus hide itself behind a mask. The sweetness, we vow, is ail a pretense, a pretty covering for unthinkable depths of guilt and selfishness and hatred. Only fools, of which there are plenty, could be taken lu by it. Music Dae to Monk This year marks the nine hundredth anniversary of tiie Invention by the monk Guido of Areczo of readable music, or at any rate of his revolutionary modification of the forms existing up to his time to the one now In general use. Methods of writing music existed before he applied his mind to the subject, but it- appears that to Guido we owe the stave* and notation substantially as now familiar in written music. Once upon a time musical themes were transmitted from teacher to pupil and from generation to generation only by singing or flaying them. When a tone passed out of fashion Jt was lost. The teaching of music must have been difficult by contrast to what It became after Guido, who wrote It so that even without an expert Instructor one could read It. Many minds must have addressed themselves to the problem of making It easily Intelligible, but Guldo's achievement Is Imperishable.-- Detroit News. Gold from the grassvoots down!" the red man got together his best guns, accumulated much fixed ammunition, saw that his war ponies were fit, made new medicine, smoked war tobacco, and with the spring grass carried the pipe against the frontier. All too well did the Indian understand what was about to happen to their homeland now that the precious metal had been found upon It. The lesson had been taught In California, Colorado. Idaho and Montana. Many prospectors had interpreted the government's activity in '^eventyfour as an Invitation for them to rush to the hills. But soldiers were sent to overhaul the trains, burn the wagons and Imprison the fortune seekers. The Indians, primed from the start to resent the Inevitable stampede, did not need his example; but. having beheld it, they pronounced it good and proceeded to burn a score of trains where the government had destroyed one wagon, to kill a hundred whites where the Great Father In Washington had Imprisoned one. Thus while San Juan Joe and Dinsdale were warily making down the highest ridge in the chain to strike the Cheyenne river the hill towns were praying for Crook to march down from the Little Missouri country into Deadwood Gulch. The river wa's reached at dusk, and men and horses enjoyed the first drink of water since morning. They made the crossing without much trouble and were soon drying their clothes in the ranch house. "What's ahead of us now?" asked Dinsdnie as they finished steaming their garments and sat down to an appetizing supper of fried venison, hot bread and coffee. "The worst of the lnt," San Juan cheerfully answered. "But-It's a short dash. Sudden death rather than a long lingering illness. If it's in the cards that we make It there's no reason In worrying. If the cards run against us, worrying won't help any." After supper they Inquired of a white-haired man In plains dress about the two wagons they had been expecting to come up with. "They 'lowed to wait at the soldiers' camp near the mouth of Red canyon," mumbled the ancient. "If the boss of that outfit--called hlsself Belman an' has his woman along--has got any brains he'll wait till a big train comes along." v" For Dlnsdale's enllghtment the gambler Informed him: "Red canyon Is called "The Gate of Hell.' Regular death trap if the Injuns jump us. No chance to hide up. Walls high and liteep. No place to run once they've cut you oft in both directions. Seven outfits slaughtered in there since May. "The time to go through Is at night. Injuns don't take kindly to night work. My idea is to stay here till tomorrow afternoon, then make a dash for It. I've been through the canyon fonr times this season, this making the fifth. Once we're through we'll be only twenty-five miles from Custer City. I don't mind the devils orach if they don't get me cornered." The hunting of whales trith machine guns by airplane has bilB reported from the Philippine* » CHAPTER II The Gate of Hell. Overnight the wind shifted from the east, whence comes the rain to the hills country, and was blowing smartly from the south when the two travelers sat down to breakfast. There was no occasion for haste, however, as San Juan Joe Insisted that they would gain nothing by making the mouth of Red canyon before twilight. When they swung Into the saddle late In the afternoon the old man combed his white beard with his gnarled fingers and called after them: "Ye won't git through. Ye're darned fools to try It. Walt for a big train." "It's a death-trap or an open road," San Juan told Dinsdale as they galloped along. "But If it's in the cards for us to get through we'll go through. The cards have been right every trip I've made this season. They had to be before I'd start out." * **Whnt did the cards say list night?" curiously asked Dinsdale. "Showed trouble In the canyon. Seemed to be sort of blind. But you and I showed, up all right at the end. We'll know just what It means when we get to It. I'll try them Again when we reach the soldiers' camp." It was late afternoon when the gambler and Dinsdale rode Into the soldiers' camp on Red Canyon creefe The camp was defended by rifle-pits, and only a few men were present, the others being off on a scout. From a sergeant the wayfarers learned that two wagons with eight men had left for the canyon shortly after the noon hour, having tired of waiting for another outfit to come up. "I tried to get them to wait until some of the men out scouting got back, so we could send an escort through with them. But they wouldn't listen." said the sergeant Dinsdale asked no questions as to when they should set out He knew that his companion was familiar with the route and Its dangers. At sunset they ate supper, messing with the soldiers, and then smoked for a while. Finally San Juan Joe rose brlskly and glanced at the moon crawling above the horizon, greatly magnified and blood-red. "Looks like all h--1 was burning," lazily remarked Dinsdale. "It usually is," was the grave reply. "Means that some one Is cutting the deuce In. this deal." - "What do the cards say! have you tried them?" "Ran them off while you was tending your nag. They run all flight for us. We'll go." Dinsdale glanc& at his watch as they entered the mouth of the canyon | and observed that It was eight o'clock, j The gambler took the lead as the faint light vanished and permitted his horse ! to pick the way through the thick j darkness. Dlnsdale's animal followed closely. Gradually Dinsdale developed ! the Illusion of being surrounded by Immeasurable open country until It seemed that he was free to gallop in any direction. Then came a more disquieting fancy: He was riding along the crest of a ridge. The way scarcely afforded room for his horse's cautious hoofs, and one false step would be equivalent to a drop Into oblivion. Once, when his horse stumbled, he gave an Involuntary little cry. 'What's the trouble?" softly called San Juan from out of the blackness. "My nerves fooled me," sheepishly explained Dinsdale. Soon after this Incident Dlnsdale's objective senses ousted all fancies. San Juan also heard it, the ominous sound of several guns fired in a volley, quickly followed by two or three isolated shots. The firing was faint as If far off. The gambler backed his horse beside Dlnsdale's and softly whispered: 'Told you some one was cutting the deuce." "It's quiet enough now," murmured D|nsdale. "Too quiet. Means It's all over-- all ended--all the chips In the pot Some ftne. has cashed in for keeps." "We go ahead?" "Yes." They walked their horses for half an hour, and Dinsdale was beginning to believe the alarms of the night had been exhausted when the gambler swore softly and warned: "They're coming!" Dinsdale cut In ahead of Mm, both band-guns drawn, and sharply said: "No place for rifles! I'm using 'hand-guns. Shoot by the flash of th^m if you can." "I'm sitting in with my derringers. They'll know I'm dealing." And Joe's stirrup rubbed against Dlnsdale's. The horses stood motionless, their ears pricked forward to catch the telltale sounds. Dinsdale suddenly whispered: v "NoInjun's feet making that racket! White man's hoots. Only one man, at that. Keep behind me so we won't be shooting each other." San Juan fell back. Dinsdale cocked a gun and held it half raised. The clattering footsteps drew nearer. The affair took on a new complexion when a shrill 8cream of despair cut the night; and Dinsdale felt the roots of his hair prickling as he pictured the panther spring of a Sioux on the back of the victim. The scream was answered by a chorus of diabolical howls. Again came the terrlAad cry, and the gambler exclaimed;. "A woman!" "She must have broken loose from them 1" Dinsdale cried. "Here she is!" He leaped from the saddle, groped with his hands and threw bis arms about a wildly struggling form. "Hush your noise, child." For the figure was very slight "We're white and friends." he added. "Save me! Save me& «he faintly shrieked, now clinging nr-hlm. "Save me, or kill me!" "Get her on to th« horse. We mast Discovert Earth-Slide in Canyon in Time to Stop. Destruction of Freight, , Portland, Ore.--Oregon's youngest hero Is Warren .Loffer, age eight. He prevented a train wreck, perhaps saved some lives at West Fork, ' Ore-, and the Southern Pacific rail- > "oad was not slow in acknowledging ; what this little son of a section hand . had done. Warren was walking along the railroad track near his home, in a big canyon, walled by high mountains. There was a rumbling, and a great mass of earth, stones, trees and other debris came down In an avalanche over the track. The rails were covered for a depth of six feet The slide was near a big curve. Warren's observation tokl him that If a train came around that curve, nothing could stop It from plowing: Into the slide. He knew the train would be hurled down the bank if it hit the obstruction. So, as fast as his legs could carry him he ran down the track toward the railroad station. It was more half a mile away. < . Warns Station Agent.1 " There was a freight train due at any moment. As he paused to pant for breath a warning whistle echoed from down the canyon. The train was approaching. The boy hurried on. Finally he got »ear enough t<> the station ugent to • *' '-'^l $ . < "1 i 1 K V -4 vif"! •1 X As Fast as His Leas Could Carry Him. shout his warning. The station agent couldn't hear what the boy cried at first but a second shout told him and he moved the big levers that set the block ante. In a moment the heavy freight came rolling in, and stopped. The little boy sat down on a pile of rails, panted for breath, and forgot all about it But In the busy offices of the Southern Pacific In Portland an official read a report. E. L. King, superintendent of the Portland division, wrote out a check. Now Warren Loffer has a nice start toward a savings bank account "Told You 8omeone Was Cutting the Deuce. ride through them," softly warned the gambler. He drove his horse alongside Dinsdale and cried: "HI, girl! Keep shut If you want to be saved. You're all right" The Indians redoubled their ferocious cries as Dinsdale mounted and pulled the girl up after him, much as If she had been a bag of meal. He drew her across the horse behind him and directed: , "Sit straddle! Arms sround my waist. My waist, not my neck I Ail ready, Joe. Let her go!" The Indians, confident of soon overtaking their victim, were using time and breath In voicing their bloodcur dling cries. They had heard the glri cry out but attached no significance to It They never dreamed that succor was at hand for her until they heard the thudding of swift hoofs, and then late for them to take shelter. Canine Hero Saves Fox Terrier From Drowning Salem, Ore.--Salem claims the honor of having a dog whose nerve is not exceeded by any in the country. While wandering along Mill creek Shep, owned by P. M. Hill of this city, discovered a small fox terrier puppy floating helplessly down the stream. The animal apparently was exhausted and was unable to reach the bank. Shep plunged into the stream and brought the puppy to shore. Not content with this feat, Shep then picked up the terrier with his teeth and carried him to the home of his master. Word of the rescue was sent to local veterinarians, who applied restoratives and saved the puppy from death. He and Wife Meet in JotI Long Beach. Cal.--While Frank D. Jackson, fifty-five, of Pittsfleld, Mass.. • prisoner, was asleep In the city Jail recently his wife and ten-year-old son applied for a bed In the same place. Husband and wife had not seen each ipther for ten years. Jackson was arrested here on advices frdm Pittsfleld. pending investigation of bigamy and desertion charges against him. Police here report he deserted his wife and four children ten years ago. Cat Had Ten Lives Pittsburgh.--Artisans were placing the last of the marble slabs around the walls of a bank In Pittsburgh when a cat was discovered behind the slabs. All efforts with cream and other dainties failed to coax her out; neither could she be caught with wire hooks or other devices. The whole day was wasted while the marble setters waited. Finally a small boy--a very small boy--crawled Into the crevice and brought out Tabbie--and nine kit* * -^5" N 3 Well, here you have the hero, the heroine and a leading char- .acter. How do you size up Pete and Joe? Fatal Shot in Church Pittsburgh.--Wounded by a bullet when a pistol fell from her father^ pocket and was accidentally discharged In an East Pittsburgh chun-h Sunday night fourteen-year-old Thetasa ensniith dle<l in a hospital. Strip Fire Engine all (TO BS CONTlMVBa^ Columbus. Ohio.--Tliieves took the tires from a fir;' at a blase here, the tires were stolen while the flrmen attached to the tract were ^ SgtHhm 4fra fly. • •»'. v' ->SS? WJ £ • ' l l