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PRIDE IN WATER MELONS.
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Nocturnal observers in Dallas saw
the headlight of a mysterious airship
shortly after 9:30 Friday night. After
July 1, mighty few mysterious lights
will be observed in Texas heavens so
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the carnival about a great fire. As he
looked the third caribou was pulled
down from its spit, and the multitude
of dogs rushed in upon the abandoned
carcasses of the other two.
He caught his breath quickly as a
Professor Taft, when informed of
the Mulhall revelations declined to be
interviewed, but sent word out by his
been recognized by the factor out there
beside the caribou roast!
He hurried toward the fire. Half-
A girl gets an education out of her
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CHAPTER III.
rhe Caribou Carnival.
HE education of the little Me-
lisse began at once, while the
post was still deserted. It be-
gan, first of all, with Maballa.
halted. Jan heard the low voices of
men, and a figure detached itself from
the gloom, walking slowly and in the i
The Cotton Carnival begins on July
24 and lasts until August 3. Auto-
mobile races, carnival shows, exhibition
of Panama canal model, surf bathing
and many other treats in store for the
sweltering inhabitants of inland cities.
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who was expected with ther overdue
mail. At first he had a mint? to inter- m
cept the figure laboring across the "
open, but without apparent reason he <
changed his course and approached the
sledge. «
As he came nearer he observed a sec- '
ond figure, which rose from behind
while his violin sang a lower song, and
sweeter; and still softer it became, and
more sweet, until he was playing that
which he loved most of all—the music
that had filled the little cabin when
Cummins’ wife died.
As he continued to play there came
an interruption to the silence—a low re-
frain that was almost like that of the
moaning wind. It grew beyond the
tense circle of men, until a song of in-
finite sadness rose from the throats of
a hundred dogs in response to Jan
Thoreau’s violin.
Oummins saw the surrounding cor-
don become thinner as man crushed
closer to man, and he saw strained
faces turned from the player to where
the dogs sat full throated upon their
haunches, with their heads pointed
straight to the stars in the sky.
“For the love of heaven, play no
more of that!” he cried in the boy’s
ear. “Play something fast.”
Jan lifted his head as if from a
dream. In an instant he perceived the
strange effect of his music, and his
bow raced across the strings of his
violin in a rhythm swift and buoyant,
his voice rising shrill and clear in
words familiar, to them all:
“Oh, ze cariboo-oo-oo, ze cariboo-00-00.
He roas’ on high,
Jes’ under ze sky,
Ze beeg white cariboo-oo-oo!
“Oh, ze cariboo-oo-oo, ze cariboo-oo-oo.
He brown an’ juic’ an’ sweet!
Ze cariboo-oo-oo he ver polite—
He roas’ on high,
Jes’ under ze sky,
He ready now to come an’ eat!”
With yells that rose above the last
words of the song Mukee and his Crees
tugged at their poles, and the roasted
caribou fell upon the snow. Jan drew
back and, with his violin hugged un-
der one arm, watched the wild revelers
as, with bared knives flashing in the
firelight, they crowded to the feast
Williams, the factor, joined him.
“Looks like a fight, doesn’t it, Jan?
Once I saw a fight at a caribou roast.”
“So did I,” said Jan, who had not
taken his eyes from the jostling crowd.
“It was far to the west and north,”
continued Williams, “beyond the Great
Slave country.”
“Far beyond,” said Jan, lifting his
eyes quietly. “It was ver’ near to ze
Great Bear. For who you fight at ze
Great Bear?”
The factor was silent, and the mus-
cles of his arms grew like steel as he
saw the madness in Jan’s face. Sud-
denly he reached out and gripped the
boy’s wrists. Jan made no effort to
evade the clutch.
“For who you fight?” he cried again.
“For who you fight at ze Great Bear?”
“We tried to kill a man, but he got
away,” said Williams, speaking so low
that only Jan heard. “He was”—. The
factor stopped.
“Ze missioner!" panted Jan.
The wild light went out of his eyes
as he stared up at Williams, and the
softer glow which came into them
loosened at once the factor’s grip on
the boy’s wrists.
“Yes, the missioner.”
Jan drew back. He evaded meeting
the eyes of Cummins as he made his
way among the men. There was a
new . burst of song as Mukee and his
Crees pulled down a second caribou,
but the boy paid no attention to the
fresh excitement. He thrust his knife
into its sheath and ran—ran swiftly
through the packs of dogs fighting and
snarling over the scraps that had been
thrown to them, past Maballa, who
was watching the savage banquet
around the big fire, and into the little
cabin to Melisse.
Here he flung himself upon his knees,
and for the first time he caught the
baby in his arms, holding her close to
him and rocking her to and fro as he
cried out sobbingly the words which
she did not understand. -
Twenty-two suits for divorce were
filed in the courts over in Beaumont
the other day. The hot weather in
some of these inland towns does cause
an awful degree of ill-temper, and per-
haps this divorce record is a manifes-
tation of the same.
loud shout and the wailing yelp of a
hurt dog rose for an instant above all )
other sounds. Only one thing was
wanting to complete another picture
in his brain—a scene which had burned
itself into his life forever and which )
he strove to fight back as he stood
staring from the doorway. He half
expected it to come—the shrill scream a
of a boyish voice, an instant’s sullen ~K
quiet, then the low throated thunder of
impending vengeance—and the fight.
With marvelous quickness his excit- I
ed mind reconstructed the scene be-: 7
fore him into the scene that had been.
He heard the scream again, which had
been his voice, saw as if in a dream
the frenzied rush of men,and the flash 4 1
of knives, and then from where he lay, '
trampled and bleeding in the snow, the
long, lean team of swift huskies that
had carried tn mad flight the one 4
whose life those knives sought
Williams had been there; he had
seen the fight—his knife had flashed
with the others in its demand for life. ’
And yet he—Jan Thoreau—had not
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Automobile bandits attacked and
robbed a man in Dallas the other day.
Paris, New York and Chicago, have
got nothing on Dallas when it comes
to little affairs of this sort.
The Galveston man who worries
about not having a chance to go off on
a VLcation is like a millionaire who
grieves because he can’t add to the
treasure in his vaults.
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He Shot Out a Powerful Fist and Sent
the Boy Reeling to the Ground.
the dogs and advanced to meet him.
A dozen paces ahead of the team it 1
stopped and waited. fl
“Our dogs are so near exhaustion ]
that we’re afraid to take them any J
nearer,” said a voice. “They’d die like M
puppies under those packs!” ’
The voice thrilled Jan. He advanced
with his back to the fire, so that he
could see the stranger. e
“You come from Churchill?” he
asked.
there were no mole furs to be isposed
of. In the company’s ledger each man
had received his credit, and in the com-
pany’s store the furs were piled high
and safe. Thre caribou had been kill-
ed by Per-ee and his hunters, and on
this night, when Jan took down his
violin from its peg on the wall, a huge
fire blazed in the open, and on spits six
inches in diameter the caribou were
roasting.
The air was filled with the sound and
odor of the carnival. Above the fight-
ing and snarling of dogs the forest
people lifted their voices in wild cele-
bration, forgetting in this one holiday
of the year the silence that they would
carry back into the solitudes with
them. Shrill voices rose in meaning-
less cries above the roaring of the fire.
Caribou whips snapped fiercely. Chip-
pewayans, Crees, Eskimos and breeds'
crowded in the red glare. The factor’s
men shouted and sang like mad, for
this was the company’s annual “good
time”—the show that would lure many
of these same men back again at the
end of another trapping season.
Huge boxes of white bread were
placed near to the fire. A tub of real
butter, brought 5.000 miles from across
the sea for the occasion, was set on a
gun case thrown where the heat played
upon it in yellow glory. In a giant cop-
per kettle, over a smaller fire, bubbled
and steamed half a barrel of coffee.
The richness of the odors that drift-
ed in the air set the dogs gathering
upon their haunches beyond the wait-
ing circle of masters, their lips drip-
ping, their fangs snapping in an eager-
ness that was not for the flesh of bat-
tle. And above it all there gleamed
down a billion stars from out of the
skies and the aurora flung its banners
through the pale night.
Seated noon the edge of one of the
bread boxes, Jan began to play. It
was not the low, sweet music of Cum-
mins and the little Melisse that he play-
ed now, but a wild, wailing song that
he had found in the autumn winds.
It burst above the crackling fire and
the tumult of man and dog in a weird
and savage beauty that hushed all
sound, and life about him became like
life struck suddenly dead. After a
of the#
private secretary that he regarded this
attack as similar to other “muck-
raking” efforts. Well, that’s probably
about as bad as the worst enemies of
the lobbyists could call it, if one ac-
cepts the word “muckraking” lit-
erally.
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She stared dumbly and with shattered
faith at these two creatures who told
her of wonderful things in the up-
bring of a child—things of which she
had never so much as heard rumor be-
fore. Her mother instincts were arous-
ed, but with Cree stoicism she made
no betrayal of them.
The leather tanned immobility of
her face underwent no whit of change
when Cummins solemnly declared that
the little Melisse was about to begin
teething. She sat grimly and watched
them in silence when between them
upon a bearskin stretched on the floor
they tried vainly to persuade Melisse
to use her feet.
Weeks passed and Williams came in
from the southern forests: Mukee fol-
lowed him from the edge of the Bar-
rens. Old Per-ee. partly Eskimo, re-
turned from the Eskimo people, three-
quarters starved and with half of his
dogs stolen. From the north, east,
west and south the post’s fur rangers
trailed back. Life was resumed.
There was a softness in the air, a
growing warmth. in the midday sun.
The days of the big clange were near.
And when they came, John Cummins
and Jan Thoreau, of all the factor's
people, wore patches at their knees.
One afternoon in the beginning of
the mush snow a long team of rakish
malemutes, driven by an Athabasca
French-Canadian, raced wildly into the
clearing about the post. The entire
post rushed out to meet the newcomer.
He was Jean de Gravois, the most im-
portant man in the Fond du Lac coun-
try, for whose goodwill the company
paid a small bonus. That he had made
a record catch even the children knew
by the size of the packs on his sledge
and by the swagger in his walk.
Gravois was usually one of the last
to appear at the annual gathering of
the wilderness fur gatherers. He was
a big man in reputation as he was
small in stature. He was one of the
few of his kind who had developed
personal vanity along with unerring
cunning in the ways of the wild. Ev-
erybody liked Gravois, for he had a
big soul in him and was as fearless as
a lynx, and he liked everybody, includ-
ing himself.
He explained his early arrival by an-
nouncing in a nonchalant manner that
after he had given his malemutes a
day’s rest he was going on to Fort
Churchill to bring back a wife. He
hinted with a punctuating crack of his
whip that he would make a second
visit and a more interesting one at
just about the time when the trappers
were there in force.
Jan Thoreau listened to him, hunch-
ing his shoulders a little at the other’s
manifest air of importance. In turn
the French Canadian scrutinized Jan
good naturedly.
Every hour after the half breed’s ar-
rival quickened the pulse of expectan-
cy at the post. For six months it had
been a small and solitary unit of life
in the, heart of a big desolation. The
The Fourth of July carnage is get-
ting an early start this year. An 11-
year-old boy is under arrest for killing
his 23-months-old brother in San An-
tonio, while a 13-year-old boy is
charged with killing his cousin of the
same age in New York. Both cases
were accidental, the weapons used be-
ing pistols with which it had been
planned to celebrate the Fourth.
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Says Dorothy Dix: “Don’t court a
girl in a taxicab and expect her to be
satisfied to walk after marriage, and
don’t take your bride to Europe on a
honeymoon and expect her to be
thrilled with a kitchenette apartment
when you get home. These sudden
drops make women dizzy.”
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kissed her agajn and turned to the s
door.
For a few moments Jan stood with ,
his back to Melisse and his eyes upon 1
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I will come back to you, my angel Mr
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you will luf Jan Thoreau for letting “
GALVESTON TRIBUNE
(Established 1889.)
A GOOD LAW.
Austin Statesman.
Automobilists and barefooted boys
will welcome the law which goes into
effect Tuesday prohibiting the throw-
ing of glass, scrap iron, tin cans or
other trash in streets or alleys. The
greatest obstacle to pleasure in motor-
ing is the ‘constant danger of punctures
from sharp objects of one sort or an-
other in the roads. The law as passed
will be a great benefit, if enforced, as
there are others than motorists who
suffer from the presence of such trash
in the streets and alleys. Numerous
horses, to say nothing of human be-
ings, have sustained serious and even
fatal injuries from contact with broken
bottles, rusty nails and other objects
wihch had no place in the public thor-
oughfare. A little thoughtfulness and
observance of the Golden Rule will
greatly assist in the effectiveness of
the idea embodied in this particular
law.
CONSTITUTIONAL REVISION.
Port Arthur News.
Revision of the state constitution by
means of a constitutional convention is
something that Texas will secure about
ten years after agitation is begun
therefor. Consequently, those who
would like to see a general overhaul-
ing of the constitution should get busy
now and hope for results in' 1923.
Dr. Cho Choy, said he was 150 years
old before he died, and inasmuch as
he is not alive to argue with us now,
it may be hard to disprove his asser-
tion. In passing, it may be remarked,
that the ancient Chinese may have told
the truth. There are a number of
pretty well authenticated cases of In-
dians reaching the century and a half
mark, so why not a Chinaman?
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THE MEDDLING MAN.
Houston Post.
The Louisville chief of police has
been keeping tab on the wearers of
split skirts in consequence of which
he has “seen things.” Hence, he has
issued a blanket sartorial order for the
arrest of all wearers of such skirts
who are minus protecting undergar-
ments. And it is so hot in Louisville,
too. Truly, mar "drest in a little brief
authority, plays such fantastic tricks
before high heaven as make the angels
first snow nad smotnerea it in a lone-
liness that was almost the loneliness
of desertion. With that first snow be
gan the harvest days of the trappers.
Now the change was at hand. It
was like the breath of spring to the
awakening wilderness. ■ The forest
people were moving. Trap lines were
being broken, shacks* abandoned,
sledge dogs put to harness. On the
day that Jean de Gravois left for
Hudson bay the company’s supplies
came in from Fort Churchill—seven
toboggans drawn by Eskimo dogs,
laden with flour and cloth, fifty pounds
of beads, ammunition and a hundred
other things, to be exchanged- for the
furs that would soon be in London
and Paris.
Fearfully Jan Thoreau ran out to
meet the sledges. There were seven
Indians and one white man. Jan
thrust himself close to look at the
white man. He wore two revolver
holsters and carried an automatic.
Unquestionably be was n-ot a mission-
ary. but an agent,of the company, well
prepared to care for the company's
treasure.
Jan hurried back to the cabin, his
heart bubbling with a strange joy.
“There ees no missioner. Melisse!"
he cried triumphantly, dropping be-
side her, his face glowing with the
gladness of bis tidings. “You shall be
good and beautiful, lak her, but you
shall not be baptize by missioner! He
has not come!”
A few minutes -later Cummins came
in. One of his hands was torn and
bleeding.
“Those Eskimo dogs are demons!”
he growled. “If they knew how to
stand on their legs they’d eat our hus-
kies alive. Will you help me with
this?’
Jan was at work in an instant ban-
daging the wounded hand.
“It ees not deep,” he said, and then,
without looking up, he added, “The
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missioner did not come."
“No,” said Cummins shortly. “Nei-
ther has the mail. He is with that.”
He did not notice the sudden trem-
ble of Jan’s fingers, nor did he see
the startled look that shot into the
boy’s down turned eyes. Jan finished
his bandaging without betraying his
emotion and went back with Cummins
to the company’s store.
The next morning two Chippewayans
trailed in with a team of mongrel curs
from the south. Thereafter Cummins
found but little time to devote to Me-
lisse. The snow was softening rapid-
ly, and the daily increasing warmth of
the sun hastened the movement of the
trappers. Mukee’s people from the
western Barren lands arrived first,
bringing with them great loads of
musk ox and caribou skins and an
army of big footed, long legged Mac-
kenzie hounds that pulled like horses
and wailed like whipped puppies when
the huskies and Eskimo dogs set upon
them.
From east and west and south all
trails now led to the post. By the end
of the third day after the arrival of
the company’s supplies a babel of
fighting, yelling, ceaselessly moving
discord had driven forth the peace and
quiet in which Cummins’ wife had
died. The fighting and discord were
among the dogs, and the yelling was a
necessary human accompaniment. Half
a hundred packs, almost as wild and
as savage as the wolves from whom
half of them possessed a strong inheri-
tance of blood, were thrown suddenly
into warring confusion.
There was no cessation in the battle
of the fangs. Half a dozen battles
were fought to the death each day
and night. Those that died were chief-
ly the south bred curs—mixtures of
mastiff. Great Dane and sheep dogs—
and the fatally slow Mackenzie bounds.
Yet beyond all this discord and
bloody strife there was a great, throb-
bing human happiness—a beating of
honest -hearts filled to overflowing
with the joys of the moment, a weld-
ing of new friendships, a renewal of
old ones. a closer union of the broth-
erhood that holds together all things
under the cold gray of the northern
skies. There were no bickerings among
the hunters.-
These were days of unprecedented
prosperity and triumph for the baby,
as they were for the company. The
cabin was half filled with strange
things, for all went to look upon the
little Melisse and gave something to
her. There were polar bears’ teeth,
brought down by the little black men
who in turn had got them from the
coast people; strange gods carved from
wood, bits of fur, bushy foxtails, lynx
paws, dried fruits, candy bought at
fabulous prices in the store and musk
—always and incessantly musk—from
Mukee’s people of the West Barrens.
Jan had not played upon his violin
since the coming of Jean de Gravois,
but one evening he tuned his strings
and said to Melisse:
“They have been good to you, my
Melisse. I will give them ze museek
of ze violon."
It was the big night at the post—the
night that is known from Athabasca to
Hudson bay as the night of the cari-
bouroastAweekhad passed,, and
The fact that the revolution in Mex-
ico has reached that stage where those
engaged in the struggle are beginning
to feel the horrors of a real war, is an
indication that the end is near of a
fraricidal contest for which the sur-
vivors may pay in years of burdensome
taxation for which there is to be seen
no other compensation than the satis-
faction of having compelled the oppos-
ing side to quit first. The defeat of
General Ojeda and the sufferings en-
dured by the few of his followers who
escaped with their lives after the two
weeks’ fighting in the vicinity of Guay-
mas will prove. stronger arguments
for peace than the loss of a city* or
failure to place a loan.
When men begin to question the need
of turning a peaceful country into a
theater of turmoil and bloodshed be-
cause one man has failed to keep his
promise or another has been recreant
in the administration of justice, then
does the tide of reaction begin to
move. It does not matter so much
which side in the struggle now going
on first begins to realize the needless-
ness ofi bloodshed and devastation,
when the fact impresses itself on those
engaged in the drama, then will come
the end, and it would seem that the
end is now in sight.
And now too is approaching the
most critical stage of the trouble for
the United States. Rendered desper-
ate by the knowledge that their strug-
gles and privations have all been in
/vain, Some unpatriotic adherent of
one side or the other may endeavor
to involve this country in an affair
which today appears to have degener-
ated into a contest of hatred where
mutual ruin would be more gladly ac-
cepted than the victory of the opposite
party. The threat that comes from
Juarez that in case of defeat in the
coming battle at that place, the fed-
erals will turn their cannon on El
Paso must not be too lightly dismissed.
If the threat is carried out, it will not
be by'order of the officer in command,
nor the deed of any considerable men,
but there are always a few in every
large gathering who follow passion
rather than reason and who have so
little to lose that the hazard to them
is infinitesimal, and it is believed that
the federal army in Juarez contains not
a few of these reckless ones.
This country has most patiently
abided the course of events across the
borders for- over two years; it has cost
us much in treasure to maintain large
force along the border, but our gov-
ernment has done so in the hope that
when peace did come it would be of
a lasting nature and that our conduct
would indicate to our neighbors that
we had no desire, to interfere in their
family affairs. Our government has
behaved most commendably under the
changing circumstances that have-
marked the rapid passing of control
of the border from one faction to an-
'other, and it will not do at this cru-
cial moment to be thrown into-an af-
fair that just now is giving promise
of an early termination.
One or two more battles such as have
characterised the capture of Guaymas
and it is more than probable that both
sides will see the folly of further fight-
ing. When war becomes so terrible
that every home in the land feels the
weight of its pitiless hand, people be-
gin to realize what an awful thing it
is and what a poor ’ argument it be-
comes. This is where Mexico stands
today, and a depleted treasury, devas-
tated fields and abandoned towns add
their sombre? hue to the forbidding
picture.
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CHAPTER IV
The Fight at Dawn. “ek.. A
T was a new team. It had come
from the trails to the east, and
Jan’s heart gave a sudden jump
as he thought of the missionary
manner of one near to exhaustion in
the direction of the carnival. .
out of the forest opposite Cummins’ g,
cabin there trailed slowly a team of y
dogs. In the shadows of the spruce, - I
hidden from the revelers, the team
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His words were hardly a question.
They were more of an excuse for him t i
to draw nearer, and he turned a little,
so that for an instant the glowing fire
flashed in his eyes. 1a
“Yes; we started from the Etawney EE
just a week ago today." B
Jan had come very near. The stran- B
ger interrupted himself to stare amh.a
the thin, fierce face that had grown^ J
like a white cameo almost within T
reach of him. With a startled cry he 4
drew a step back, and. Jan’s violin J
dropped to the snow. 79
For no longer than a breath there I
was silence. The man wormed him- , I
self back into the shadows inch by M
inch, followed by the white face of the j
boy. Then there came shrilly from fl
Jan’s lips the mad shrieking of a name, I
and his knife flashed as he leaped at A
the other’s breast ""9
The stranger was quicker than he. I
With a sudden movement he cleared I
himself of the blow, and as Jan’s arm ||
went past him, the point of the knife
ripping his coat sleeve, he shot out a
powerful fist and sent the boy reeling
to. the ground.
(To Be Continued)
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