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MAIL ELLIOTT
THE
Banker’s Darter.
Hr GENEVIEVE UI.MAR,
Author uf “A Weird Wedding Night,’’ "The
Love of Her L’ife,” ‘‘The Stolen Bride
groom,’’ “Cruel at the Grave,”
“Her Wedding Night,”
Etc., Etc, Etc.
CHAPTER XXlV.—[Contikukd.
“>ot now," he breathed fervently, as he
leaned close to her averted face, “but when
t ine has somewhat assuaged your grief,
make me happy, let me devote ail of life
and love to smooth your dreary pathway,
Mabel, darling, for your father s sake, be
come my wife.”
CHAPTER XXV.
HE WEDDING NIGHT.
Her wedding night!
It had come at last; from plotting, cir
cumstance, and patience, through sorrow,
despair, and final blind submission to fate.
Mabel Elliott had at last consented to wed
the man she had so often shrunk from—
the man whose craftiness, ably exerted,
had weakened her own will and secured the
attainment of all his cherished hopes.
She could scarcely realize it all as one
weird, solemn evening four months after
the burning of the Elliott mansion she
stood in her boudoir dreamily, bitterly liv
ing over the days since she had known her
lover, Giulio, to be utterly untrue to the
vows of love he had so falsely spoken.
It had been with aversion that she shrank
from Dudley Vance when he spoke of love
and marriage. Deft, consummate actor
that he was, however, he did not frighten
or annoy her by pressing his claim.
“Do not try to answer me now; forget,
if you will, that I have spoken to you about
this,” he said in low, pleading tones. “Only
think of me as your father's friend and as
your own, aud in time, if my life’s devotion
can serve you, command rue, for my esteem
for you will never change.”
She believed him amid her clouded grief;
she forgot her past suspicions, as every
action on the part of Vance seemed to in
dicate a considerate zeal for her welfare.
Then when her mind and frame became
restored to health, amid her loneliness she
seemed to have no friend but him.
She did not know that he had isolated
her from all companionship; that the ser
vants had, at his paid orders, neglected to
inform her when some of her former school
friends called upon her.
Loneliness and despair made life vapid,
profitless, almost unendurable. On every
emotion in her soul the plotter played deft
ly. He represented their united fortunes
is saving iu all its integrity the original
solidity and great name of the monument
of her father’s commercial enterprise—the
bank; he spoke of a change to some for
eign clime, of how happy her love could
make him.
“My heart is dead to love,” she had
wailed brokenly, “but why should I make
this true friend desolate and unhappy. I
can never award him love, but wifely duty
might be mine, and I would then have no
right to think of the loved but false Giu
lio. ”
So it had come about—she had consented
at last to Vance’s persistent importunities,
she had told him all—sho had offered her
self as a sacrifice to what she believed to be
her dead father’s wishes, as represented by
the patient, crafty Vance.
It had been agreed that the wedding
should be entirely private, and that imme
diately after the ceremony they should be
driven to the dock of a steamer sailing that
evening for Europe.
To this end all Dudley Vance’s plans had
tended. Ho had arranged the business of
the bank on a satisfactory basis, and hailed
the marriage as the consummation of all
his plans.
Recently, too, he had made application to
the court for the settlement of the Wynne
estate, claiming that, a reasonable length of
time since the disappearance of the Wynne
children having elapsed and diligent search
having been made for them, he was en
titled to the property, as next heir of kin,
on a presumption that the children must he
dead.
The matter of the reappearance of Rob
ert Wynne had termina'ed in every way
favorable to the plotter's designs.
Vance had feared a statement from the
man in court, but it was not made.
The excitement of the struggle at the
bank seemed to have plunged him back
into the old mental blight from which he
had temporarily emerged.
This Vance knew as he saw the expres
sionless face of Wynne, but the court
deemed Wynne’s dazed manner to be the
assumption of a clever criminal.
His assault on Vance, and an apparent
attempt to rob the bank, were proven by
the evidence of th > latter, and he was sen
tenced to the penitentiary for a term of
years.
Every report from Allison tended to show
Ginlio Elliott and Beatrice retained as close
prisoners, and Marcy as a sullen and dissi
pated but apparently faithful ally of the
banker.
No trace of the missing Mr. Elliott was
found, and the plotter eo gmJu’ated him
self that his every scheme iikci been carried
out successfu ly.
The marriage ceremony that made Vance
and Mabel Elliott man and wife had been
consummated.
Whiter than marble, with a weary, ach
ing heart, the fair young girl who hid lived
an age of sorrow and anguish in a few short
months, realized too late that sympathv for
an apparently sincere friend had made her
a party to a mockery of marriage.
She seemed to awake as from a dream as
the clergyman closed the ceremony, and
she felt tiie quick, passionate clasp of Dad
ley Vance’s hand.
She shuddered despite herself under his
ardent glance, and it was a positive relief
to her agitated heart when Mrs. Wilson,
the housekeeper, led her away to her own
room at Vance’s words.
“Iu an hour, dear Mabel, we must leave
for the steamer.”
A tierce, triumphant joy surged in his
heart as he saw her graceful form, her
beautiful face, and realm and that tbs bride
and the fortune ho had plotted for so deep
ly were attained at last.
He seated himse'f before a glowing fire
in the g-.ate of the library and plunged
into a delightful reverie with ail the com
placency of a conscienceless villain and a
satisfied schemer.
His dreams of love and wealth were
rudely interrupted by the appearance of a
servant.
•‘There is a man at the door,” she said,
“who insists upon seeing you.”
"And she would’nt let me in, and I'm
here myself,” spoke a bold, unsteady voice.
A black frown shadowed Vanoe’s face.
The intruder had pushed his way past
the servant and confronted Vance with
reckless eyes and defiant mien.
The servant had discreetly withdrawn,
closing the door after her.
“You.’” ejaculated Vance, a red flush of
anger surmounting his face, “how dare
yon ”
"Oh. I dare anything Dudley Vance, you
needn’t try to cow me with any dignity or
threats. You drove me from honesty to
crime, from sobriety to distant on. md von
see the consequences. I was sent here to
see you, and I have come. That’s all.”
Only for the circumstances of time and
place Vance evidently would have forcibly
ejected his visitor or overwhelmed him with
threats.
As he read in Howard March’s face the
THE MONROE ADVERTISER: FORSYTH, GA„ TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 20, 1887.—EIGHT PAGES.
[resolute recklessness of drink, and realized
the value of time, he smothered his anger.
“Who sent you here?” he demanded, im
patiently.
“Allison."
Marcy had finng himself into a chair and
never removed his liat, as if wishing to
provoke a (juarrel with Vance by his exas
perating insolence.
“What for?” asked Vance, sharply.
“With a message.”
“About what?"
“The prisoners; the man Giulio Ell
iott ”
He paused, his eye fixed tnutdizingly on
Vance's face, as though enjoying his evi
dent alarm evidenced by a changing color
and startled eyes at Marcy's words.
“Giuiio!" ejaculated Vance. “lie has
not ”
“Escaped; yes.”
Dudley Vance sprang to his feet in the
wildest consternation aud dismay.
His eyes Hashed murderously upon Marcy
as he hissed forth;
“Then treachery is at work!”
“Is it?” spoke Marcy calmly. “Then you
should not have trusted Allison. As to
myself, I know nothing about it. I was not
his jailer. ”
A fever of rage rioted in Vance’s heart,
but he dared not prolong the interview.
In the hall without he was positive that
he heard a voice resembling that of Mabel
making some inquiry a to some family
photographs she wished to take with her,
and 5 ance was in an agony of suspense for
fear she would enter the’ library and dis
cover his ill-visaged companion.
The door of the curtained apartment ad
joining the library seemed to open, but he
paid no attention to the fact, absorbed as
he was in the idea of getting rid of his vis
itor.
A glance at his watch showed that unless
some haste was employed they might lose
the steamer, and he was not so much
alarmed at Giulio Elliott’s esc ape as he was
anxious to leave the country with Mabel ere
she became aware of that fact.
CHAPTER XXV—Continued.
He spoke rapidly, impressively, and in a
low, excited tone as he came near to Marcy.
“I have no time to trifle,” he said. “I
wish you to return at once to Allison.”
“AH right. What shall I tell him? To
follow Giulio?”
“No, for he will be arrested if ho shows
himself in public, aud ho is powerless to
injure my plans once I am out of the way.
Any story he may tell, in the light of the
proofs of his guilt in the hands of the po
lice, will not be credited. But an investi
gation may be made. He will claim that
you and Allison imprisoned him with the
woman Beatrice.”
“Very likely.”
“Therefore hasten to Allison and tellh’m
to remove her to anew and safer place.
Tell him to disappear, with all his accom
plices, to leavo no trace for the police to
find of Giulio Elliott’s place of imprison
ment.”
“And if Elliott is arrested?” inquired
Marcy.
“Let circumstances take their own course.
He will be sent to prison, and that w'ill be
the end of it. Go now, return to Allison,
and report at once. Do not detain me any
longer, for my time is very valuable. ”
Marcy’s mauner was provokiugly leisure
ly as he arose to his feet.
“There’s another message from Allison,”
he began.
“Well, what is it?” demanded Vance,
sharply.
“He says you are going away.”
“What of it?”
‘‘Money. ”
Vance uttered an irritated cry.
“I can't bother with that now. He has
plenty for immediate necessities. I will
send him some as soon as I return. It will
only be a short time. ”
“That may do him, but what about me?”
Vance was fairly trembling with secret
rage.
“Aboutyou?” he repeated, huskily; “don’t
Allison pay vou?”
“A laborer’s niggardly stipend, yes. It’s
worth more. Dudley Vance, I have you at
an advantage now. You taught me villainy,
and I retaliate. I demand money now, at
once, or I no longer keep the secret that
Ginlio Elliott is an innocent man.”
There was a rustling sound in the cur
tained alcove, but Vance did not observe it
amid his excitement and suspense.
“Not so loud!” he choked out in mingled
rage and fear. “Are you mad to annoy me
thus when every moment is precious tome.
Be careful, Howard Marcy. Do not anger
me too far, or I may revive the past and re
veal the truth of a murder for which the
law would hold you accountable.”
“Do it if you dare, and I proclaim your
guilt and Giulio Elliott's innocence.”
“You could not prove it.”
“Then I could tell the victim of yom
plots, Mabel Elliott, that her lover never
went away with the woman Beatrice, and
that he was never untrue to her at all. Be
warned yourse'f, Dudh y Vance;your sword
of menace is two- edged, and I do not fear
you as I did. lam a reckless, desperate
man. Money, I say, now, at once, or I re
fuse to proceed further in your schemes.”
For a moment Vance’s eyes flashed forth
as though he would have struck down his
persistent pensioner before bis face.
“Will you go at once, then?” he de
manded.
“If I get the money, yes.”
“And return to Allison and keep silent?’
“Yes. Give me money enough to bm
the vile liquor to drown my conscience, and
let your happy bride of an hour remain
fondly trusting in your honor and con
vinced of her former lover’s perfidy," re
plied Marcy, with a reckless laugh.
A smothered moan of pain, emotion,
suspense seemed to come from the nex;
room.
Vance’s mind was only absorbed in send
ing away his visitor.
He took out his pocketbook and counted
out a large sum of money.
Marcy took the bills carelessly which he
teuderod him.
. “Now go,” spoke Vance.
“At once, and a happy wedding tour to
you,” replied Marcy, mockingly.
He left the room and the house, Vance
watching him till the door was closed on
his receding form by the servan .
Then he addressed the Titter.
“Send Mrs. Wilson to me,” he orderod,
briefly.
“Confusion seize that Marcy,” he ejacu
lated, as he retreated again into the library.
“He is a dangerous, irresponsible ally. 1
will get rid of him as soon as I return.
Meantime I must get Mabel out of the
country before Giulio Eliiott’s escape is
known.”.
He was nervously consulting his watch
as tbe housekeeper entered the room.
"Did you send forme, sir?” she asked,
glancing in some surprise around the apart
! ruent.
“Yes; are the trunks packed?”
“Longago, sir.”
“Then tell Mrs. Vance we are ready to
1 leave.”
“Has she not been here, sir?”
Vance started.
“Here, no; I supposed she was in hei
| room with you.”
“ She came down stairs a short time since
j to get some album pictures. ”
"Sbe must be in the drawing-room
then. ”
He accompanied the housekeeper from
the library as he spoke.
Mabel was not in the parlors nor in any
of the other apartments near it
The door of the room next to the library
was open. Vance started as fie entered it.
A quick apprehension that Mabel might
have overhead his conversation with Marcy
thrilled his mind wiidly.
"Sfiefias been here,” said Mrs. Wilson,
suddenly.
“ Y'on aresnre?”
“Y'es. She has dropped her handker
chief, see.”
A dusky pallor begau to manifest itself
in Vance’s face.
He fairly staggered where he stood as the
j housekeeper took up from the floor neat
the library curtains a dainty handkerchief
j of Lace.
| His voice was unnaturaliv huskv as he
said:
“Inquire among the servants—search the
house quick. Mrs. Wilson.”
Vance himself left the room and started
in quest of the missing girl.
Five minutes lateral! his harassing un
certainties became verified; within five min
utes he knew that at a single blow fate
had shattered the costly fabric of fraud he
had so carefully woven.
The bride of an hour had disappeared.
Mabel Elliott had by accident overheard
all the interview in the library.
She hud fled precipitately, recklessly, for
a servant had seen her leave the house.
With a groan of dismay, rage, and dire
ful dread and terror Dudley Vance reeled
to a chair in the library as the truth dawned
upon his mind.
“At the verge of success, failure; on the
threshold of happiness, despair, ” he gasped
forth wildly. “She has learned all; she
knows of my villainy and of Giuiio El
liott’s innocence. lam lost, my everv plan
ruined, unless I pursue and secure the dar
ing girl who dares not resist my authority
is her legally wedded husband. ”
He arose to his feet suddenly at the
vords.
“She cannot have fled far,” he muttered,
hopefully. “Once I regain her, even if she
repels and loathes me, she cannot break the
chains of matrimony. Her wealth, if not
her love, shall be mine. I swear it.”
He had starsed to leave the room when he
tuined abruptly.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
The only Woman Mayor.
Argonia, Kansas, is the only town in
America which ever elected a woman to
the office of Mayor. Mayor Salter’s
maiden name was Susanna Madora
Kinsey. She was born of parents who
were members of the Society of Friends,
on a farm near Lamira, Belmont Cos., 0.,
in the year 18(50. In 1872, when 'he
was twelve years old she removed with
her parents to a farm twelve miles west
of Topeka, Kan. In 1878 and 1879 she
attended the Kansas State Industrial
College, Manhattan, where Louis A.
Salter, son of a Lieutenant-Governor of
the State, to whom she was married in
1880, was a fellow-student. Owing to ill
health Miss Kinsey clid not gradguate,
but left college for home in the early
part of 1880. When, in 1883, her father’s
family removed to Argonia, she and her
husband went with them. The place
was a settlement of Quakers and its
first Mayor was Oliver Kinsey, her father.
Mrs. Salter and her husband were prom
inent in organizing a Baptist Church, and
to her is largely due the origin of a
flourishing branch of the Women’s
Christian Temperance Union. Mayor
Salter was elected last spring, Only two
days before election a meeting of the W.
C. T. U. was called at which a candidate
for Mayor and five Councilraen were
named. Early on election day morning
an anti-Prohibitionist, thinking it a joke,
ordered some tickets to be printed with
the five Councilmen on it as named by
the women’s meeting, but substituting
Mrs. Salter’s name for that of their can
didate for Mayor. Her friends set to
work and accomplished what had been
proposed as a joke. Mrs. Salter's salary
is $1 a year.
The Mayor of Argonia is about five
feet three and a half idches in height.
She is thin and of an active tempera
ment. Her eyes are gray and her crimped
hair of a blonde shade. The cares of
office have induced her to engage the
services of a domestic, but otherwise her
arrangements at home are as they were
before her election. She learned dress
making while at college and makes her
own and her children's clothing. Mrs:
Salter was busy at the washtubwhen her
consent was gained to serve as Mayor.—
Detroit Free Press.
One of the Crowd.
He returned to Detroit from a trip to
Europe Saturday night. When he
crossed the river and felt that he was
home once more he stepped high. He
expected a little crowd to meet him at
the depot, and he was not disappointed.
A score of people took him by she hand
and welcomed him home. One of the
score did more than that. He drew the
returned aside and said:
“So you have been to Europe?”
“Yes.''
“Gone ninety days, eh?”
“Yes, about ninety.”
“Have a good time?”
“Splendid!”
“Well, lam awful glad to see you
back. So you had a good time?”
“Indeed, sir, I did.”
“Glad to get home, I ’spose?”
“Yes.”
“Did they treat you well over there?”
“Oh, certainly. Let’s see! You have
the advantage of me. What is your
name, please?”
“My name? Oh, I’m Green.”
“Green? Green?”
“Yes —used to run a feed store o?
Michigan avenue, you know? You wea
olf owing me $1.65 for oats,but I haven’t
worried over it a hit. Just thought I’d
drop down and welcome you, and if you
had the change handy I’d receipt the
bill!” —Detroit Free Press.
The Parrot Did It
There is a suit now pending in the
courts of Montgomery county, which
had a rather singular origin, jhe par
ties live in the upper end of the county,
and the plaintiff having sold some goods
to the defendant, went to tbe house of
the latter to collect the hill. The two
men sat in one room, and in the adjoin
ing room were the wife of the defend
ant and a pet parrot. The men disputed
over the bill, became ang r v. and raised
their voices. The parrot hearing the
noise, became excited, and cried: “Kick
him out! kick him out 1 kick him out!”
The plaintiff did not know that there
was such a bird about, and thought it
was the wife of the defendant who ad
vised an assault and battery upon him.
He sprang up in a rage, declared that
he would go without waiting to be
kicked, and was on his way to the office
of a Justice of the Peace before an
explanation could be offered. The suit
was promptly brought and comes into
Court on appeal. —lteading^Pmn.) Time*
A FIREMAN’S LIFE.
WORK OF THK MEN WHO FIGHT
FIRES IN CITIES.
The Daily Routine—A Day Drill and
a Night Drill Mechanical
Appliances—Quick Time
Made—The Horses.
The Washington Star, in an article on
the tire department of the National Cap
ital, says: The fireman’s life, when he is
not actually engaged in putting out tires,
is not one entirely of indolence. He has
to he on duty six days out seven, and
when on duty must remain in the engine
house night and day, except during the
brief time allowed him to go home for
his meals. At the engine-house he has
something to do besides sitting down.
There are regular watches, in charge of
the different officers of the company, as
on shipboard. Beside each man has
a regular routine of duties. The appar
atus is kept clean and bright, horses have
to be cared for, hose has to be swung in
the hose-tower, drained, dried, and kept
in good condition, and everything must
be kept spick aud span clean. Then
there are drills to go through and dis
cipline to be maintained. The drills are
intended to make every man and every
horse so familiar with his duties that
an alarm sounding for fire, the company
can get out of house to the fire ground
and into action, with the least possible
confusion and waste of time. Each fire
man has a day off during the week, and
is allowed on other days sufficient time
to go ;u>mc to get his meals.
“day off” the fireman is expect
ed ispond to all alarms of tire and
report i’or duty on the fire ground, in
case of lire, so that he cannot leave the
city. Every year each man has ten days
leave of absence or furlough during
which he is excused from duty of every
kind. The men in each company take
their turns in furlough, beginning in
July and ending about the 12th of Oc
tober.
When the chief’s wagon arrived in
front of truck A house, on North Capi
tol street, near C, and the chief and the
reporter alighted, a small gong was heard
ringing in the house. As the visitors
entered the door the members of the
company were drawn up in line along
side the truck, the foreman standing in
front. This was, according to the
manual, the proper attitude to assume iu
receiving the chief. The chief, as he en
tered, saluted the foreman and men and
then, conducting the reporter to the rear
of the house, gave a simple direction,
“Foreman, put your meu and horses
through the drill,” for the horses had
quite as much to do do with it as the
men. The foreman gave no verbal orders.
All he did was to pull a bell rope that
rang a little gong. First two strokes,
then three, four and five.
At the first stroke the horses were
freed from their stalls in the rear of the
house and bounded forward with a rush
and clatter to their places at the pole,
where the men were already posted,
ready to clasp on the harness. Another
stroke and the men are in their places on
the truck, the lines gathered up in the
hostler’s hands and everything ready to
make a plunge out into the street. The
horses are champing and trembling, and
it is all that the hostler can do to restrain
them. The gong rings again and the
men quickly dismount and resume their
places in line. This was the “day” drill
and the whole performance occupied only
eight or line seconds. The first tap of
the gong or the first stroke of the fire
alarm bell releases the horses from their
stalls. A mechanical contrivance, worked
hv the same power that strikes the gong,
unbolts the door of the stall and snaps
the halter. The stalls are so arranged
that the horses stand fronting the street
and the gate or door which is thus auto
matically nnbolted is in front of the horse.
As soon as the gate flies open the horse
springs out upon the paved floor and
bounds to his place. Over each horse’s
place at the pole the harness is suspended
by an arrangement of cords, straps and
pulleys, so adjusted that the harness can
be let down into place and clasped
in a second. The breeching is not
lowered to its place by the men. It is so
arranged that when the horses start away
their movement pulls it into place. There
are other automatic devices to save time.
After the drill the chief find the re
porter inspected the house, and then
started off, making a round of the other
engine houses. At No. 5 engine house
the men were put through the “night
drill.” That is, they were sent to their
sleeping room upstairs, and had to de
scend from that before “hooking up.”
This sudden descent is startling to one
who observes it for the first time. The
men do not take the stairs to come down,
as they have not the time to spare. They
have rapid transit. Two brazen poles ex
tend from the floor of the engine room up
through the floor of the sleeping room.
Around the poles in the floor of the. sleep
ing room is an aperaturc of ample diame
ter to admit the passage of a man’s body.
When the gong strikes one can see several
bodies slide in quick succession down
these poles and dart across the floor,
shooting down the pole and moving away
from it so swiftly that one can hardly
distinguish that the forms are the forms
of men until they come to a standstill be
side tbe engine or the hose carriage.
Beside the engine-room and stalls for
the horses* some of the engine-houses
have a sittilig-room on the ground floor.
There is a court, and probably a store
room, a fuel-room and a forage-room. In a
cellar below is a small furnace and steam
boiler, used to keep up steam in the
engine when it is standing in the house.
A low pressure of steam is always kept
on, so that an engine can be ready for
work at a moment’s notice. The hose
tower runs from the ground floor up to
the level of the roof, and sometimes
higher. There are pulleys to hoist
lengths of hose up to the top, where a
row of large pegs is placed in the wall.
Over these pegs the lengths of hose are
hung, so that they drain out and dry.
A foreman tries to have always on hand
at least one cylinder of clean and dry
hose. He has, however, as a rule, only
one change of hose, so if he has to go
to several large fires within a short time
he has to take his bose out wet.
In tbe upper floor are the sleeping
room and sitting-room. The sleeping
room is generally a large and airy apart
ment, occupying more than half of the
whole space upstairs.
Passing through the sleeping-rooms
one will see occasionally, standing on the
floor beside a cot, a pair of boots and a
pair of trousers, the hoots being thrust
into the trouser legs, which are turned
down so that a man by pulling on the
boots at the same time pulls on his
trousers. This, one of the foremen ex
plained to a Star reporter, was the “night
rig.” Every man has at his cot side
boots and trousers thus arranged. In
the dormitory is a large fire
alarm gong, and before the
first stroke has ceased echoing, at
night, every man is out of bed, and into
his boot. He pulls his trousers on as he
scuds along to the pole. His coat and
hat he leaves on the engine at night, and
he finishes his hasty toilet as the horse**
dash out of the house. The sj>eed with
which a company gets out upon the street
at night, when all the men except the
w atchman are abed ami asleep, is almost
incredible. Before the first round on the
fire bells is rung the company is ready to
start. The usual time is nine or ten sec
onds. The horses arc selected w ith al
most as much care as the men. Strength,
soundness and intelligence are required.
The horsos have to drag heavy loads—
from 5,000 to 6,000 pounds—at a good
rate of speed. When anew horse is pur
chased he is generally put into a stall be
side an old and well-trained horse. At
first, on the sounding of an alarm, a man,
detailed for the purpose, takes the horse
by the halter and rushes down to his
place. The animal soon learns his place
and becomes as eager as his mate to got
to it. The men become verv much at
tached to their horses, and the horses
themselves become very much attached to
eachother. When ahorse istaken from an
engine-house his mate is often unconsol
able, and shows his grief over the separa
tion in many ways.
Hoof Life in Gotham.
From the editorial rooms of the New
Yorr Mail and Ejp<re*s the roofs of hun
dreds, of houses may be seen spreading
on ali sides, some high, others low.
Amid the wilderness of smoking chim
neys, flapping clothes hung out to dry
and interw'oven telegraph wires is enough
rubbish to fill an acre of swamp land.
Old kettles, broken bottles, bricks, shoes,
boots, tomato cans and garbage make up
the conglomerate heap. The low-roofed
houses seem to be the dumping ground
for the tenants of higher buildings. In
the tenement-house districts the condi
tion of things is much worse, for the
people habitually throw the ashes and
garbage out of their high windows upon
the roofs of the adjoining houses. The
tendency so natural in simple country
folk to toss their rubbish over a neigh
bor's fence has come to be a practice
with the city people also. The country
man, however, has one advantage over
his city brother; he can remedy the in
jury done him by tossing the rubbish
back, whereas this is hardly practicable
in the city. The only recourse left the
injured citizen is to shovel it off into the
street or upon the roof of a house lower
than his ow n. Hoof life in New York is
a curious and instructive study. Few
know 7 how many thousands of people do
their daily work on the housetops, unob
served by passers in the streets. From
the Mail and Express window s at least 100
men and women may be seen on neigh
boring houses, busy with their various
occupations. On one roof several women
are at their washing tubs, while others
are hanging up clothes to dry. On hun
dreds of roofs long lines of clothes are
flapping in the w ind. The washing of
this city is done upon the housetops.
Besides the washerwomen, score of tele
graphic linemen are mending their wires.
At night time they swarm with human
beings. On the east side, where there
are few or no public jxirks, the roofs serve
as playgrounds for the poor. Working
men gather in groups to smoke their
pipes, or play dominoes or checkers.
Women sit together, chatting, while their
children run about in play or sprawl at
their mothers’ knees. Every feature of
park life may be seen excepting the green
trees and the fountains. On some house
tops little gardens have been carefully
cultivated. Some of them have graveled
paths between the flower beds, w here the
people walk in the evening.
An Immense Scroll Saw.
There is a man in the Sea Beach Palace
exposition on Coney Island who works
out the most delicate articles with a band
saw nineteen feet long and revolving at
the rate of over a mile a minute. Upon
this immense machine the skilled opera
tor in my presence sawed out four chairs,
all complete with legs and hacks, hut so
small that the four were placed on the
end of a lead pencil at one time. Then
a dozen knives and forks of the most di
minutive size were made and placed
around the lead pencil. So small were
they that although the entire dozen were
placed round the pencil not one of them
touched the other. Then the operator
trimmed his finger nails on the huge saw
as cleverly and as easily as one could do
it with a penknife. YVettinghis thumb,
he pressed the ball of it into some saw
dust, and then sawed the sawdust on the
thumb without scratching the skin, yet a
single nervous twitch of the arm would
have cost him a hand. All sorts of curi
ous puzzles are turned out with astonish
ing rapidity from all sorts of misshapen
blocks of wood. Even articles of cloth
ing as thin and flexible as cloth are
worked out by this magician from little
pieces of wood with liis big saw. The
cap he works in was sawed out of over
1,000 pieces of wood, no two of which
are the same size or shape. —Brooklyn
Eagle.
How to Train a Canary.
Set the cage on a table near where you
wish to sit; after a little conference with
the bird, introduce a finger between the
wire near the favorite perch, yourself oc
cupied with hook or paper the while.
Presently, as it shows no disposition to
harm him, he cautiously goes up to ex
amine it. Then he picks to ascertain its
quality, maybe he fights it. That is
well; he no longer fears it. Pay him
with a little bird food and put him away.
Next day try him again. He may gc
further and light upon it, or he may he
several days getting thus familiar. Be
patient. Once this step is attained, varj
the programme by introducing the finger
in other spots. He will soon light upon
it at any point or angle. Then try the
door, at first the finger under it, next
time fasten it open, blockading egress
with the rest of the hand as one fingei
extends within. YVhen he perches on it.
draw him forth a little, next time tempt
him to the perch outside a little, and so
on. In a short time you have hut to
open the cage door, uplift a finger, and
he is sure to fly for it; and he may thus
he called to any part of the room to rest
on the familiar perch.
Most birds learn this familiarity in a
few days, yet there are those who will he
two to four weeks about it.— Oar Dumb
Animals.
The Work ol a Malignant Foe.
In Los Andes, Chili, lived a man who
hated a family that resided near hi in.
YY’hen smallpox appeared in the province
recently he secretly obtained a number
of dried pustules, and these he placed
inside a plug of tobacco, which he threw
away in a place where the people he hated
were likely to see it. One of the chil
dren picked up the tobacco and gave it
to her parents, who made cigarettes from
it and smoked them. A few days after
ward smallpox broke out in the house,
and with such virulence that no one of
the family escaped. The criminal, how
ever, was attacked with the disease a few
days afterward, and died after confess
ing his crime.
The olive is said, by the Racremcnto
Ber, to he the most profitable tree in
California at present, and the orange
probably next, with a prospect that the
fig will yet utke the flrst place.
BUDGET OF FUN.
HUMOROUS SKETCHES FROM
VARIOUS SOURCES.
A Fishing; Excursion Unevenly
Matched—No Good—Everything
but Cabbage Nothing
Like a Boom, Etc.
“My dear girl.’’ said a fond father to
his daughter, “surely you’re not going
to take all those trunks to Saratoga with
you?”
“Yes, papa, every one, and they are few
enough."
“But what in the world have you got
got in ’em ?”
“Bait, papa,” answered the dear girl
brightly. —New York San.
Unevenly Matched.
Irate Customer—“ Won’t trust me for
a pound of butter? Won't trust me, eh?
I ll—i n
Big Grocer—“ See here, if you want to
fight about it, just off with your coat.”
“Oh, well, when it comes to that, a
fight in this store wouldn’t be an even
thing, you know.”
“Oh, it wouldn’t?”
“No; you've got your butter to t>ack
you.”— Omaha World.
No Good.
Barber (expatiating on matters and
tilings in general) —“Colonel Jaggers is a
gentleman and if he is not in the Legis
lature next year it’ll be because he doesn't
want to go.”
Victim (languidly)—“l have heard
Mcßeilly mentioned—”
Barber (contemptuously)—Pooh! Mc-
Reilly ! Beg pardon, sir, but he’s ab
solutely no good.”
Victim (with interest) —“Hasn’t been
doing anything wrong, has lie?”
Barber (with cutting scorn) “He
shaves himself, sir!” — Philadelphia Call
A Straw Hat Flavor.
Little Nellie, five years old, went to
walk on Sunday afternoon with her par
ents. The party strolled along the bank
of the reservoir, concerning the use of
which Nellie asked many questions.
While they were there they witnessed an
exciting episode—a small boy’s straw
hat was blown off his head into the res
ervoir and fished out with no little diffi
culty w ith the aid of a long pole.
That evening at supper, as Nellie was
drinking water from a glass, she asked:
“Is this water the same as the water
up in the reservoir?”
“Yes dear.”
Nellie smacked her lips in an experi
mental way, and with a slight expression
of displeasure.
“Well,” she said, “I think it tastes
some of straw hat !”—Buxton Tranxrript.
Anything But Cabbage.
At the recent entertainment of the
Elks in this city a smalt boy snowed up
for dinner, without either of his parents,
who were stopping at the house.
“What will you have for dinner?”
asked the colored w'aiter as he placed a
bill of fare before the small guest.
The infant looked it over fora moment,
then run a cheerfully dirty forefinger
through the entire list.
“Bring it all,” lie said in a tone of au
thority, “’cept cabbage. Cabbage ;dlus
makes me sick, an’ 1 promised mam’ I
wouldn’t get sick this trip, nowdiow.”—
Detroit Free Preen.
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“Any man in a wagon selling bras#
jewelry!”
“Guess not!”
“No fire anywhere in town?”
“No.”
“No pools being sold anywhere on
some race-horse, or trial going on in jus
tice court?”
“Not any!”
“No man selling medicine (#i the
street, no circus bills just pasted up any
where, no woman walking a tight rope?”
“Not one.”
“Well, that's peculiar—l can’t sec
where John can bo.”
“There’s a couple of Frenchmen with
a tame cinnamon bear down on Phillips
avenue, madam.”
“That’s it, that's it—l didn’t think to
ask about tame bears! While the pota
toes are getting cold as a stone lie is
down there making up a purse of seven
ty-five cents to see the bear climb a tele
graph pole! I’ll go right down—you
watch and sec if he isn’t up to the house
inside ten minutes. !” —Dakota Hell.
Old California Hotels.
“I was in California during the stir-i
ring days of 1851 -2,” said ;ui old, tall,
lank minstrel man w ho had been in Aus
tralia for the last twenty years, and who
recently returned to this country to die,
being afflicted with an incurable disease.
“1 was fourteen years <>l<l or so,” he went
on to a reporter of the Syracuse Stand
ard, “and a hanger-on at my uncle's
mining camp. We ran into San Fran
cisco frequently, and I shall never forgot
the attractions which two rival hotels of
fered to the public to eclipse the other’s
patronage. One of them was known as
the Clean Shirt and the other as the
Golden Eagle. The Clean Shirt started
with a small, one-horse brass band con
cert on the balcony every evening, and
drew big crowds, including about all
the Golden Eagle’s guests. Pretty
soon, however, the Clean Shirt bc
ban to lose its boarders by the
score without any apparent cause. The
proprietor enlarged his brass band and
polished up his bar without effect. It
didn't take him long to find out that the
Golden Eagle was having nightly cock
ing mains and dogfights for the exclusive
benefit of her guests. Then the Clean
Shirt got back part of its custom by in
troducing private prize fights and slug
ging matches. It’s a fact, gentlemen,
that when minors and others had personal
differences to settle they used to offer
their services to the proprietor of the
Clean Shirt, who paid well for a fight,
the money going to the winner. Of course
these exhibition were given in private
quarters, and none but guests and their
friends were admitted. The Golden
Eagle next enhanced its attractiveness
by knocking out one end of the dining
room and building on a stage and a green
room and other like accessories, and had
variety performances at every meal.
Women were scarce in that part
of the country, and the Golden
Eagle's half-dozen serio-eomics, who
came ou from the Lord knows
where, proved a great card, a better one
than the Clean Shirt, with all its in
genuity, could play. One day, however,
a desperado went into the Clean Shirt
and shot a bartender, a phenomenon
which made it famous and placed it far
ahead of the Golden Eagle in the estima
tion of the traveling public. But the
proprietor of the Eagle was an ingenious,
enterprising cuss and saw his oppor
tunity. He headed a gang which went out
and captured the murderer, and. bring
ing him back, strung him up on the
dining-room stage one evening at supper,
and all the guests, transient and per
manent, were accorded the privilege of
firing their revolvers at his dangling
body. That was a great day for Golden
Eagle. One shot accidentally went
through the head of a waiter, and the
entertainment far exceeded the pro
prietor’s most sanguine expectations.”
The IVorlrl’s Largest Lilies.
ilie following information, says the
Pall. Mall, Gazette, is often inquired for,
and, as it may Ik: useful in many cases
for reference, we have complied a table
of the largest cities of the world, with
th'ir populations as stated by flic latest
authorities. In the absence of any official
census the Chinese cities have simply to
he estimated, and of course must he ac
cepted as ail approximation only. YVc
have not given any city whose population
is below 500,000, though there are many
we could enumerate which closely ap
proach that figure. It will he seen that
in the thirty-five cities tabulated below
there are 32,510,310 souls, or nearly the
population of the British Isles, a fact
which cannot lie grasped in a moment by
any ordinary intellect:
Aitchi, Japan 1,352,05‘*
Bangkok, Siam .'loo.noo
Brooklyn, N. Y 771,000
Berlin, Prussia 1,122,300
Calcutta, India 700,208
t ’anton, China 1,500,000
< 'hangchoofoo, Ctiina 1,000,000
Chicago, 111 715,000
Constantinople, Turkey 700,00)
Foo-ehoo, China 030,000
Glasgow, Scotland 514,048
Hang-Chow-foo. China 000,00)
Hang-Tcbeon, China 800,000
Han-Kow, China 000.0 0
King-te-Chiang, China 500,0f*)
Liverpool. England 573,fM*)
Ixindon, England 3,055,819
Madrid. Spain 500,000
Moscow, Russia 011,074
New Y’ork, N. Y 1,400,000
Parts, France 2,2f!9,(r2:5
Pekalonga, Java 505,204
Pekin. China 800,000
Philadelphia, Penn 850,000
St. Petersburg, Russia 71*1,064
Sartaina, Japan t*2,74’*
Sian, China 1,000,0^)0
St. luis, Mo 500J**)
Tat-Seen-Loo, China 500,000
Tien-Tsin, China 050,1*4)
Tokio, Japan 087,887
Tschautchau-fu, China I,l*X),l**)
Tsin-Tchoo, China 800.1**)
Y’ienna. Austria 7gi; 105
YVoo -hang, China Bf*)’i*Xi
Shaving Dead Men.
“I’ve been paid as high as $lO, and
uerer ess than $3, for shaving dead
said a Chicago barber to an Inter-
Ocee/r. reporter. “That is the regular
price anil I won’t take less.”
“A funny thing happened once when I
was working in Pittsburg, Pa. One
night a rich iron man died on Oakland
avenue, and a colored barber went to fix
him up. YY hen he had shaved one side
of the face it was necessary to turn the
corpse over. I suppose there was some
air in the lungs, hut anyway, when he
turned him over, the corpse wave an
awful groan. The barber dropped the
razor and let out a yell that brought the
whole household to the spot on the run.
Before anybody got there the barber was
out of the house and down the avenue as
if the ‘old lmy’ was after him, and at
every jump he let out a screech. YYlicn
one of the men went into the room he
saw the razor and nearly half of the left
ear of the corpse lying on the floor. The
razor had just happened to strike it
when the barber dropped it and ran.
A doctor was sent for, who sewed the
ear on, and then he sent for me. I
finished shaving the man, and left the
house with a crisp $lO bill in mv
pocket.”
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