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Show - MAGA Z I N E SALT XAKE CITY, SUNDAY MORNING, JUNE 10, 1928. Telephoae Wasatch 590 S, om aider Story of Modern Times Copyright, 192$, by Metropolitan Newspaper Service, Xew York. Prowess, Prayer Always Assure Picadilly Support Facts, Novelties Properly Woven Basis of Interes t u ISSTALMEXT XXIX. be second rate in. literature, Ma'm. CAN'T remain human. If thy can't resist Nelson think nothing of Aloysitia Horn. they al"Aye, I labeled him 'Accra' and I'd Accra consul British at to the written ready to look out for him. But after the Alaska I must give facts are the basis'- of and novelties, Properly woven, they solid interest. "That old Pioneer sure came up to scratch. Livingstone's boat she used to be carrying a load of Bibles instead o' Manchester goods. A favorite of fashion he was, with all the luxuries obtainable by prayer in Picadilly drawing rooms. A stand of arms they gave him. Ladies'll always admire a romantic figure. Frowess. That's what tickles 'em.' "Aye, I've been saving up this river fight to put in a bit of prowess for a between your reviver. When you're cornered, battleout. Keep your teeth. A fight lost in Afriea is a world lost. Other places'! give you a second chance. The Ivory Coast gives you only one. too. Telephone Wasatch 590 The Greatest Adventure Illustrated by .Armstrong Sperry. Copyright, 1927, by Ethel redo, Lewis. 1 ION Pk Salt f alif IfitmnC . had sailed I found they'd put the wrong one on board. So he went to America as a gorilla. I "No, I never heard any complaints. a been 'twould to meant 'a' long write, but business. And I was a gorilla to the good. I wag doing a lot with the museums just then. self-respe- Vd Been King! I t The Need of Mna -- . 'You'd better "Twould never 'a' done for me to listen to Nina T come,' she said. A strange look that girl had sometimes. "No, Ma'am, you'd hardly say I was in- love. My little ringlcttcd lass of the lily ponds in a Lancashire lane heltf my heart. But it was only in nature 1 for a boy jo have a good stare at the eyes of a goddess looking at him so boy strangely. Kind but piercing theV were. She'd never seen a and perhaps it brought memories of her father. light-haire- " thing I knew her so intimately. Any book, to catch the fancy, needs some attachment, like Nina. Something that continues in the background and provides color. Aye. Come to Nina's story, I would have crammed the whole narrative into three or foxr chapters. There was little enough of it. But come to a book you need gome proper understanding of selection, George Bussey says. He'd never V let me pour out all the best in one gulp. That's why I've bad to weaverit in somewhat meager. Get me contrast and me solidity with gorillas and river fights and so orth and cetera. 'Ti a good The Mission Lady . get-up- , An-gu- A . Souvenir for Grant "My sister Emily has the sketch she gave me. I used to send her curios from the West Coast. Nay, I could never say what became of it. You know, people at homo will sit like Iff love interest. 4 . . "Mind you, there's some '11 read the book "for that. Fellers who'd turn up their nose at in the make-uof the natural man that he keeps a soft corner a d braver than that poor lady who never thought of her "I'm glad to.be able to save a brave woman from forgetfulness. Aye, the second day fhe went out and she gat on a rock above the falls. And there, was a tree grew out over the water and she was sketching it. The and so on. r The natives mountains, thought she was trying t break the amfcwini putting the white god against the black. They were uneasy. They'd never seen a lady I couldn't help but keep an eye sketching. on her. Didn't do to let her see me, though. And T had to let the natives understand I thought it was the usual thing for ladies to do. magpies on a thimble over all the whatnots of a home. And then comes the old auctioneer we call Death and puts the lit up to a stranger to rivers, Ma'am, my knowledge would be sure before life's even beep lived. Aye, if they'd run out o' doors a bit oftener, nature teach considered novelty in America. That fight 'em to forget the gewgaws! now. Two war canoes bearing straight down "I've collected curios for a good many peoon ug! ple in my time. Speaking of gorillas in spirits, Hasken. about Miss bit "And that, They'll there wag that feller I packed for President appreciate that in Cincinnati. They sure will. 6?ant when he came to the West Coast. He in a America and lot of goodness They think was naturally looking for souvenirs and I sold they can't fail to be attracted by that aweet him a gorilla for thirty pounds. I put him in lady stepping aboard to sail up a cannibal a of spirits same as the big chap De The first white woman they'd seen. r puncheon river. Brazza sent to his medical societv. Ave. But Like an angel she sat there, with her back against the bales and staring out. All on board lored her. 'Twas the look in her eye. Aye! 'Twas a look could 'a' taken Stanley and hia sort to the world 'a end andlieaven as a wind-up- . But they hadn't got it. They hadn't ' got K "Never cared for 'Sta,nley, us traders. 'Twaa no love of humanity made him go after Livingstone.' 'Twas nothing but ambition. wanted the spotlight turned on bin. There was that poor feller Poeock was with him. Got carried over Samba Falls in a boat. Very likely. But 'twas an open suspicion among (he traders that the boat was cut from ita moorings. "Natives? Oh, aye, natives if you like. Better say natives did it if you're making a note of it. I don't want to be crucified with those notes of yours, Ma'am. Aye, he couldn't bear or any other feller to get a bit of credit. ' ' But flat' mission lady. She never thought of anything but the schools and cburcheg she was going to bnild. Fsw 'em all as pretty as a picture at likely spots up that wild river. 'How beautiful to see one there, Mr. Horn! ' she says. for f bit of f battle. And if he's ever been a lad he'll sure enjoy my rivers. Aye! Come, 1 but if I'd only had backing in those days.j I'd taken the country for England as De Brazza did for the French. I could 'a' done it a dozen times and over. Charlie Thomp son says they still talk of that river fight I had. They speak of me still, I'm told. "Aye, if, a roc could drop me there now m make headway still on my river. Who's i to know it better than I that charted it? And if the bottom 'a altered I'd not be too old to chart it again. To be continually taking your soundings is a course of nature whether with man or with water. "If I'd been in charge I'd have owned the country. In Britain's same, of course. I 'd have put up me flag even if only the clog and shawl. When it's for a savage's vigion, clog and shawl 'g as good as lion rampant. A totem he'll not understand. I thought myself as big as De Brazza. I was better amed and I had the instinct for lacking in one of his make up. A proper nobleman, though. Full of high thought and proud reserve with all big bravery. . He could be as silent as a duke. Aye, it seemed like Africa kept him quiet. Always walking up and down with bis eyes on the ground. He'd 'a' done better at poetry, perhaps. But a man, for all that. Aye, he stepped as if tho earth 4&s his heritage. "If I'd sent home for proper backing I'd - have got clear of Sinclair's timidity and photo- worship. Kbodes knew the power of home backing. He knew that when hia ambitions became un fait accompli he'd succeed. Nothing surecds like success with the "Aye top-do- "Two war canoes bearing straight doivn got by some misfortune the wrong put aboard the Alaska. Alaska, was it? It's so long ago I can't trust uie memory too well over names. "Howbeit, I 'd got a roor feller, a goldsmith from Accra, sleeping his last sleep in a "vat of spirits in my store head, and only waiting for a ship to take him home to his own people. Mind you, 'twas a burial which, even as a temporary measure, would have suited many. That feller the Duke of Clarence would never have turned up his nose at such a purgatory. pum-heo- Josiah of Accra "From Ashanti, that goldsmith. Josiah of Accra he was well known as. Made gold and silver "ornaments from metal mined by himself on the spot. A regular artist at twisting metal into shapes of beauty. Like that wildi oil us." feller in tho Bible you hear of Jubal Cain or some such resounding name. All up and down the coast he'd been looking for metals and workiug at what he found in the mountains. Nice little furnace for smelting. Bellows made of monkey skins. Got swept over Pamba Falls when he was'prospeeting for eorr per. 'Twas treachry of one of the tribes did it. They were for burying the body there, but you know what that means. Muti for your enemy-.Nothing more valuable than a dead enemy. "So I took him down the river with m snd put him in spirits till a ship should come along'd take the feller home. Every mau has a right to burial on the spot we call home. He wants his own at surh a moment, if ever. Aye, I'd like to think someone 'd do as much for me when I 'm beckoned. Ship me over to Frca. Or in sound of the sea at Gillmoss. But don't let the spirits leak. No sailor '11 stand it and ; ' "Hut pioneerg are built like that. It 'a not gaudy success that Rhodes was after. Leave that to Stanley. It was to make something to grow in the breast of tamed nature, when it's yourself that'd done tbe taming. ''Bearing Philanthropy" "I must thank yon, Ma'am, for asking tbe soi iety to look me up with a bit of help. There was one of 'em came yesterday. Stout bodv, used to the job. Talks pleasantly and Tomorrow 'a installment TT)flff g .tr' Conquest (The pe- the jungle, Nina T , an English girl who was stolen by 'a native witch r as a child and made goddesg of the She has entered into. a. conIsorga. spiracy, with young Horn to escaps to white civilization. Her friendship for him hag already saved him from death, as she came through the night to wara him of an impending attack by the tribesmen. She wanted him to flee to safety, but he preferred to fight it out. He wins tbe battle and becomes "top ' dog" of ths river. It's "my river" all the 'time with Trader Horn, for be is the man who first charted it. He that be would-havowni it for England if he had not been hampered at every turn by the timidity of his superior, Sinclair. What annoys Horn is Sinclair's his Sinclair is homesick wife ba'k in the Orkney Islsnds and Spends hours gazing at hr picture. This store of bis African adventures t the esrlies" wag written bv Trader Horn at the sge ef He venty-thr- . did his writing ia a Johannesburg lodg ing hntise and nc a week he talked over hia efforts with Mrs. Elhelreda Lewis, the South African novelist, mho herewith reports more of his comments. doe-to- fls "photo-worship.- fr 1 .... rSS-- 'The natives thowght she was trying td. break the ambwini - putting the white god against th black of Has Gone Before visited this ssvage wilderness. I womea explorers Riding boots and ties and? everything else. But I've never seen that all this men's truck made 'em any The riod is the early seventies.) One other white womsa is hidden in "Wear! What did she wear! Well, now, Ma'am, I shall have to think. Nothing fashionable. No feathers er theso pork pie hats. Just one o' these leghorn hats. Ni'e and shady for a lady's eyes. And a dress of brown holland, jtme aa my sister Emily used to war ia the summer. Buttons and so on on the bodice.' Braid. And she had to keep lift-inher long skirt, getting in and out of the boat and talking in the dust and the long go on. - Trader Horn, piloting the Pioneer, hag .just made a trip up the Ogows river in West Africa with Miss Hasken, a mission lady from Cincinnati, as passenger. he is the first white woman to have Safe in Virtue "Aye, I 'ye seen since "then, helmets and "But I'm bearing philanthropy better aince began with the writing. I can gore throw it off the chest. Aye, there's something in writing's like armour to the feelings." I had a large quantity of ammunition and my general, Iwolo, and I planned our mode of battle. One day whilst I was maneuvering my canoes near the1 island I was surprised to see quite a number of canoes coming downstream, gome of them flying the French flag. I gave them 4 royal salute, and, pulling back to the island, the soldier in charge of the party told me graphically of the doings of the expedition under Count de Brazza, which, execipt for the bgttle with the savageg of the Ilige district, had been a complete success. Tbe country, he said, was quite a good one to live in snd all was going well. He had been sent down for supplies and would return when he had them. I bow explained what had happened to me and my expedition; he knew I wag following De Brazza as quickly as I could, and to be cut in such a shape reflected little credit on Sinclair. At this he smiled snd said, as we were speaking French, "II manque l'audace," or some words of this kind, but to me th words "He had a yellow streak" would have sounded much better and given a truer picture of Sinclair. After he had dined, he said he wished he could help me, but promised to do all that he could that to him it seemed impossible that a savage like Ngogudema could do what he liked on the Ogowe. We shook hands after having a parting drink and the young soldier, whom' I admired, went off with his little flotilla, rejoicing. J received a dispatch from Apaque a few days later saying Ngogudema had started upstream with large number of canoes In two sections and he also heard that he had also dispatched quite a large regiment of his warriors by land, but did not hesr'what his intentions were. He would keep me advised, however, as he was keenly watching from hia side of the river. Two dayg after this an Inenga salt trsder was fired on from ambush on the Mpangue side of the river about twenty mileg below Isange Island and had four of his men killed and several wounded and was forced to return to Inenga. The ball had well started and I kept well out of sight in tbe mouth of a creek on tbe south bank. I had left the island. Here the river was wide and had a big curve to the south, and this we had picked out as an ideal plae for our battle. t the River. " grass. never listens to what you 're telling her. Aye, they look through the wall. Left a candle and two pieeea of soap. Tickets for milk and meat once a week. I appreciate the way she'g doing her duty, but I should gure have preferred to get the soap and candles by ticket. When you are feeling too hungry to'walk to a shop you're apt to" cavil at what is afterall but a kindly deed. -- . |