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Show THE WORLD AMERICAN FORK, UTAH, SATURDAY, JANUARY VOL. V. hMiirnUil the season. Under HE people of St. park that Lula New eve Year to east the looking saw under the white crests tow-erl- ng the Sierra Blanca a high amoke pillar rising with the sky, and it a? y, brought Joy toIt their hearts, for them now, as It did that great storm, jvery Sim Belden was still alive, still able to- grub under the foot of the avalanches for the fortune he had left the world to win. Sim Belden was a tall, handsome giant of 30, who had come from no one - ever-threateni- ng knew where. The few who knew him thought he was unsocial, and those with whom he traded at Garland believed that he had hit upon a rich find under the snow line, and that he would make It hot for the man who tried to be his neighbor. Sim Belden bad been mining alone In the Sierra Blanca, but during the past twelve months he had a companion. a young Ute lad named Pedro, whom he had found dying and abandoned over on the headwaters of the Del Norte. When Sim Belden, without any process of law, became Pedro's guardian, that youths knowledge of English was confined to the one word, "damn. His acquaintance with Spanish was a litHe knew that tle more extensive. buenos dlas meant good day; sabe. "understand;" si, senor, yes, sir, and But there Is a landlnero, money. guage of signs which all understand. Sim had Just come up from Garland burdened with a great pack of eatables, and a proportionate amount of drinkables, for the traditions of his youth led him to bellev that both were Two years youngern me, and some as a picture no wonder Alice But it Thorpe shock me for him. wasnt fair. That's why I kicked. When our raft went to pieces on the Susquehanna years and years ago, it was Jack that, not caring for himself, dove under the logs and fished me out But often and often, as Ive sat by this fire as Im doing now, I wished he'd have let me drown. Its no use to save a life and curse it. Jack was always wild, and when father died and left all the property to ms except $5 for him, I put my arm about him and saia: :ever mind. Jack. 111 divvy fair. So long as Ive got a dollar E0 cents of It Is yours.' Then he kissed me like when we were boys, and there were tears on my cheek that did not come from my ot,BWance of This evening In t(e cablni an.r BUp. per, Sim Belden wab unusually talkative, and, forgetting o Ignoring that Pedros comprehension eft English was limited, he rattled on like one thinking aloud and wishing for no comment on what he said. Its been no end of a fine day, Pedro just like the New Year eves we used to have back In the Alleghanies when I was a boy like you. But tonight well pay for It, and Im much afraid tomorrow will be a regular old, howling New Year's day. so one on the trail between here and 81m Belden sat up Garland tonight! and looked at the Indian boy, whose lean face and black eyes were filled with an expression of intent anxiety. What Is it. Pedro? What do you hear, man? Speak out! For reply Pedro bounded to his feet, and pointing in the direction of the trail he shouted: White man! White man' In an Instant Sim had the door open. The whirling snow clouds limited his vision to the path of light before the open door, but above the roaring of the storm he heard the cry: "Help! For Gods sake, help!" Stay here and keep the door open!" That is what Sim Belden shouted as he buttoned up his fur coat and leaped trail. down the snow-pile- d Pedro had no conception of the ordinary measure of time, but it seemed to him that at least a day had passed since the white man had disappeared. At length his heart was gladdened as he saw him breasting through the snow and bearing another white man in his arms. Sim Belden staggered Into the cabin, and laid his burden on the fur covered Poor, and the instant he saw the face of the unconscious man he dropped on his knees, took the head in his arms and cried out as he kissed the face so like his own. "Jack! Jack! 0 God, Its Jack! Do you hear me? Look up! Heres Sim! Heres Sim, asking you on his knees to forgive him! Sim and Pedro stripped off the wet clothes, rubbed the white form till the glow of life came back, and placed him in a bunk and wrapped him In furs. By the time a steam punch was ready Jack Belden rubbed his eyes and looked about him.' Then from the bunk two white arms were extended, and he sobbed: After years of seeking Ive found you, Sim! There is nothing more sacred than the tears of honest, strong men. Pedro looked on In wonder, and, though he could not understand what . was said, he realized that one had come who was nearer to his guardian's heart than himself, but he felt no pangs of , Jealousy. After a time Jack Belden felt strong He looked at his enough to sit up. watch, and seeing that It was after midnight, he reached out his hand to his brother and said: A happy New Year, dear Sim! And still holding his brother's hand. Jack told the story of his three years search and how only that afternoon he had learned at Garland of Sim's hiding place. eyes. The giant's voice became hoarse, and while he was clearing his throat Pedro gave utterance to his first English word. Damn! Yes, Pedro, thats just how I often You see I cant blame him for feel. falling In love with her, for heaven never made a prettier woman; but it was the deceit on both sides. You understand ? Si, senor. Curious enough, It was Just three years ago this very New Years eve when I discovered them in the hall oi her house talking In loving whispers and with his arm about her. My God! I felt like striking the two dead, but I bit my lip till the blood came; then 1 gi Hoped back home, where my aunt war the honsekeiver, for mother was dead. I said nothing to her, but I wrote two notes one to Jack, leaving him all the property, and the other to Alice Thorpe, telling her Id discovered she was false and asking her to marry my brother. Then I started for the west, and the life before me was gloomy as the canon deptha on a cloudy midnight. At first I felt like changing my name; but, as I'd never brought disgrace on It, I let it stand. What matters a name to a man, whos left the world behind forever? "Theres the story, Pedro. Thats why Im here, and youre the first and the last human being that'll ever hear of it from my lips. Savey? "Si, senor, said Pedro, without the slightest comprehension of the secret that had been confided to him. Sim Belden was about to speak again, but he changed from his purpose by a rush, a roar, and a crash that filled the air and shook the earth as If the mountain was tumbling Into St. Luis park. A Bnowsllde! Thank God there's A HAPPY NEW YEAR, DEAR SIM! But there was more to tell. When Sim discovered him with Alice Thorpe, Just three years before this, he was telling the girl that he had become WHITE MAN! WHITE MAN! to her cousin Ethel, and was Seeing that the white man hesitated engaged to plead his case with the her begging Pedro looked wondorlngly up and said, of his betrothed. and mother father "SI, senor. Since the left, Sim, Ive you day Sim Belden lit his pipe and throwing a drop of and a been man, changed on a cinnamon bearskin before himself the fire, looked at Pedro for a few liquor hasn't passed my lips. But it is minutes and then went on, Of course, not of myself, but of Alice I would speak. She was ever true to you, and Pedro, you wasnt ever In love? Pedro said, Si, senor, and scratched though she thinks you dead, she is still true to your memory, and tonight by his head like one perplexed. don't you No, Pedro, savey, and I the fire In the old home, where she If you should gave you her love, she Is weeping for hope you never will. ever be took that way, commit suicide a dead one who thought her false. The storm continued the next day, unless you're dead sure. But, then, no one is ever dead sure of a woman, but In all that wild land no cabin held or of a man either, for the matter of two happier hearts than those of the brothers reunited under the eaves c f that. I Now, Fedro, ain't In the habit of the avalanche far up the Sierra Blangiving myself away. I'm one of the ca. kind that keeps his trouble to himShortly after this Sim Belden sold self, but there's something 'bout New out bis claim and accompanied his Years that makes one confidential brother to the east They took Pelike. dro with them and sent him to the InSI. senor, said Pedro, as he exdian school at Carlisle, where he betended his lithe form toward the warm- came a teacher. ing fire. Every new year he visits his guarSim Belden turned over on his dian and his wife, and the children of brenst, and resting his bearded chin both brothers love him. His knowlon his upturned palms, looked at the edge of English Is perfect, and he fuldancing flames and continued: ly comprehends the story told him by There was never a man loved his Sim Belden In the mountain Bhack that brother as I loved my toother Jack. New Year's eve. ' I t NO. 1, 181)8. r. WER& ALL REMKMflERED. A Kwlukr Min Wkn Bu ErncM tad AnlmoU. UoBBiarats to Ills Kla In a d, home in surrounded by all the comforts of life, lives Col. Henry Woolridge, one of the countrys oldest citizens and the last of his race, says the Louisville Post. When In the flush of young manhood he was reckoned the champion deer, bear and fox hunter In the Purchase, and many were the trophies he carried home from his numerous hunting expeditions. Ills room Is a veritable hunter's paradise, filled with highly prized specimens of forest and stream. At the age of 81 be loves to call his friends about him and tell of his early prowess as exhibited In marsh, canebrake, river bottom and mountain fastness. Col. Woolridge is eccentric in one particular his fondness for his brothers, kin, favorite dogs, horses and game In marble. In a little Inclosure in the Mayfield cemetery, not over eighteen by thlrty-slx- , he has had erected seventeen handsomely chleeled granite statues. Four are monuments erected to the memory of his brothers, John H., W. F., Alfred N. and William. Two are to perpetuate the memory of beloved nieces, two are representatives of the colonel's favorite foxhounds, Towhead and Bob. In front of these marble likenesses are a fox, a deer, a bear, a panther and near, with head thrown back, as if scenting the fox chase or bear-huafar, stands a life-siImage in stone of the good old man's bluegrass hunting stallion, Dick. All these are There Is also a large sarcophagus at the back of the burial lot, surmounted by a pedestal bust of the owner, and just In front of the vault Is an equestrian statue of Col. Woolridge, made of Michigan granite. A perfect reproduction of the old woodsmans favorite rifle, in f, hangs over the door of the stone resting place for the dead. This work Is the best that a lavish expenditure of money could secure. And now the owner of these has long been ready for the final summons. He has for several years had in his bedroom an elegant rosewood casket and a burial robe. He has always been., a bachelor, has been successful In all of his business ventures and Is a useful citizen. There will be many a tear shed when the respected old man is gathered to his fathers. well-appoint- ed May-fiel- nt ze life-siz- e. bas-relie- A TurkUh oncers Exploit, C. 8. Ryans Under the Red Dr. In Crescent, being his adventures as surgeon with the Turkish army at Plevna, he relates a remarkable exploit by a Turkish olficer, Ahmed Bey: I never In my life saw a man with such a magnificent physique. He was very handsome, splendidly proportioned, and of astounding physical A few days before I met strength. him he had been the hero of a feat about which all the troops In Nish were still talking. It seemed that Abdul Kerim Pasha, the coramander-in-chle- f, while Inspecting the troops one morning, casually expressed a wish that he could capture a Servian prisoner from the Servian lines. Ahmed Bey, who overheard the remark, rode up, and, saluting, asked to be permitted to get the commander a prisoner. Abdul Kerim wonderingly gave the required permission, and Ahmed Bey, without another word, wheeled hla charger .dashed the spurs into his flanks, and galloped off In front of the astonished detachment straight for the nearest Servian outpost. As he approached the lines, half a dozen rifles cracked, for the Servian vedettes opened fire upon him, hoping to drop him on the wing. But Ahmed Bey galloped on unharmed, having deliberately marked down one sentry for his prey. The sentry emptied his rifle at the audacious horseman, In vain, and too late started to run. Ahmed Bey swooped down upon him like a sparrow hawk upon a landrail, and. bending down, grasped the man by the collar in an iron grip and flung him without an effort across the saddle In front of him. Then he galloped back again, bending over his horse's neck as the bullets whistled over hla head, and delivered his bewildered prisoner to the Turkish commander amid the delighted shouts of the whole detachment. Iog DUrhiirgnt the Gan. While Doc Davis of Nicholosville, g Ky., was loading a shotgun, his dog sat on the floor scratching his car. The dogs foot hit the hammer and the gun went off. Davis was perhaps fatally shut. muzzle-loadin- The Amuzon has tributaries. 1,100 branches or |