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in hand and th usual roll of
ovrrclothcs under his i rrn. i
The Brotherhood of Uailr. 1 Fire
men were t ;ive the first da ic i of the |
season that night, < 1 Joe Q iin, the
bright young en, r, & ith whom
Polly had been Iw - et ~ npany for j
over a year, lmd pr £ ni,;..d : to tak.
her, and now, just (ho evening
shades ere falling, and it was nearly j
time t< don the pretty dr <s made j
with such loving care for t event, j
ho had come to the house and told her
that it would be imposi ible for him to
keep his engagement, He had been
called to go out on No. the i i ld n
ited,” and could not get < It was
enough to vex a saint, thought Polly,
Jolm Ward, Polly’s fatffi-r, had been
in the employ of tho “Q” company
for many years and had risen from a
position as a laborer to that of fore
man of the round hou.-e. On the
night of which we write ho had b en
home to his supper and had been
obliged to return to the (shops again to
complete- some repairs to a locomotive
that could not wait. Polly was alone,
and, with nothing else to do, sat nu
der tho big tree and grieved over her
lover’s defection.
Across tho level pruirio who could
dimly see in the growing dusk the out¬
lines of the monster shops and engine
house. On the turntable track, down
near the water tank, she saw the
bright rays of an electric headlight
that she well knew was ou the big
“ten-wheeler” that her lover was to
run that night, »Slie could see the
flaring “torches” of Quinn and his
fireman as they worked aroun l the
ponderous machine, getting her ready
for tho mad rush of tho fast limited
express.
The mellow tones of tho engine bell,
softened by tho intervening distance,
floated across the plain, rousing Polly
from her reverie, and telling her that
her lover had started for the passen¬
ger station in tho city, two miles
away. Slio watched the headlight in
til it disappeared around the carves,
wtut V.--■- *’hmit t.» wiart for tho house,
when her attention was attracted by
voices on tho other sido of the tight
board fence that inclosed one sido of
tho lot scarcely ten feel from where
she sat.
“Toll you it’s a dead sure go if we
only hustle. That's Quinn backing
down nowon the 57. He’ll run the
life of ’em out of here, aud a couple
of good oak ties stuck in that trestle
will do the job slick enough. Nobody
will be watching very close, and we
can sneak the safe into the woods
easy enough.”
“Bill,” said n second voice, “I don’t
just, fancy killing such a lot of people
us that’ll do. Can’t we (lag ’em at the
trestle 'n go through the car same ns
the other gangs do? There’s six of
us, n wo ought to bluff that express
man easy enough.
‘ No use to talk about it now,
Hank responded the first speaker
‘ 1 h° b °y« h » vo sot the thing all fixed
, n t change it f
\\e enu now. ome on,
wo 11 have to run .i uv get to Rock
t reek before Quinn does.
As they fmmheu their low-toned,
hurried talk two men came from be
hunl the fence and carted on a run
down the road toward the railroad
tra ® k -
l ollv ... hi.gut, qnnm-witted . .
lias ft
girl and generally ion sml-iohaat,
mt non * ic Good m the h. urn shad
owa of tho lug tree, completely
lvzed by the atrocity of the awful plan
these men had revealed.
I hey wer0 going to wrecK No. _ 5 _ to
rob the express safe.
How could she give the alarm in
time to avert this terrible su crillco of
human life? It was over half a mile
from her house across the prairie to
the shops, and irom them i. was nearly
as far to the main track, to roach which
one would have to cross the intricate
which raoso tie great snitciung yards,
at this time m the year were
irowi ti \iitu gi i ,.a o<wt j.u -ho
get to the shops, find some one trust
worthy, toll her story to them, aud
* 1 * tt '‘ tl ' lt iiv'iign ioi act uu- -son
g» t o rt.tv it... ma.ni.nc* o stop tne
it e those quest tons m ero flashing
through her brain Ua littm clock in
u* u.. i... .u i ...... .. ... -t lies
half-past n and tne train lott ttm oi y
! U ■ • lui ; 1 \ ni ‘ y tbl Vf 3m:iut ; es
ett. c mnldenh . sue started toward the
house on a run crying .
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Un . ,loe . had
s m-t trip in sue mven a
it t an a Dy• • > • a - Q 1 u! - "Wh dm
i Lira-.if s.u on i o. a l.mioal man
," r 1 1 ,lu ’ ‘"V ” " 1 n V: 1 °“ r
rom ;, k -oops ,i uk ot mi.hot 1 h |:i
torus, white, blue, rod and green, to
hang m t ie tree-, and now they were
stacked in the hall awaiting their re
nirn lo tne store room. In a second
lolly w»u. beside the pile, holding first
oi.t, nn a.i.a... rn. . „Of.i ,ier u o
«mi the great arc li.rui at tne shops,
™ he HOOU ioaad M h lt 11
red ono, and with it clasped in her
arms ran to the kitchen for matches
with which to light it.
Match after match was struck, only
logo out, but at list success crowned
her efforts aud tho light mtru; d on;bit
and clear; iu another u \v A.
speeding doivu t o r<
track, barekeade
Joe aud the awful t aw v
him if fhe were uot in t
Leaviug tho city of -- th a B.
aud Q. road runs south nearly two
THE MONROE ADVERTISER. FORSYTH, GA., TUESDAY, JULY 24. 1894. -EIGHT PAGES
mile* in almost a straight line, then
makes a long cnrvo to the left and
straightens out to the east. In the in
m r ra-lins of this curve the company j
•ated the shops and switching yards,
and a little farther back, and east of
the shops, had laid out a little town I
for its employes. On the street near
• t the shops was the home of the
Wards, and this street crossed the
railroad nearly a mile from their j
. iso, and considerably more than '
that from the yards.
Polly was thoroughly familiar with .
ill tin surrounding country, for, in
the summer just passed, on the pleas
ant Sunday afternoons, the big en
gincer would take the little maid for a
long walk, and, lover like, would
the least frequented paths,
Oj f their favorito rambles had
been down the shady street to the
railroad and occasionally down the
railroad track through “Quinlan’s
Cut” to Rock Creek. She knew the
l fiCi well. It was at the foot of a
short but very heavy grade, and, as
the road left the deep rock cut, named
after the contractor who had blasted it
through, it rau over a high embank
incut and around a curve to Rock
( reek, which it crossed on a trestlo
thirty feet above the stony bod of the
little stream. The trees in the bot
tom obscured the view of the bridge
even in daylight, and at night no
headlight would show ou it until it
would bo too late to stop.
It was the intersection of tho street
and tho railroad nt the top of tho
grade that Polly was straining every
nerve to reach before the threatened
train should arrive.
Down in tho city Engineer Quinn
had looked over the train register and
bulletin boards in the train dispatch¬
er’s office, and was back where his en
gino was standing, just outside tho
passenger shed. Torch in hand he
was taking one last look at tho massive
machinery before starting on this his
first passenger run. The train was re¬
ported ten minutes late, and he had in
his pocket an order from the superin
tundeut to make up that lost time
over his division,
“Did you fill these rod cups, Tim?”
he called to his fireman, who was busy
in tlio cab of the engine.
“()i did, sor.” “Say, Joe did ye cut
out th’ driver brake?” asked Murphy.
“I had to. Some ono got to monkey¬
ing with the pipe and broke the con¬
nection. Maybe we won’t need it; if
we do she's got a mighty good lever
and a hundred and sixty pounds of
steam, and that’ll answer, 1 guess.”
“Hello! Here she comes,” called
Joe, as the bright headlight of an ap¬
proaching train shot into the farther
end of the big passenger station.
The engine was soon coupled to the
cars aud in a few minutes the huge
machine was drawing its long, heavily
laden train out of the depot. Joe at
throttle, vigilant and cautious, care¬
fully watching tho little varicolored
lights on the semaphores, and running
slowly until the crowded confines of
tho city should be passed. All the
worry and vexation of the long wait at
the tat Ion for tho delayed train had
vanished, and now, with the cool night
air blowing in his face, the engineer
was filled with the exhilaration that
is known only by those hardy fellows
wlio drive the iron horse; that knowl¬
edge of mastery over the powerful ma
chine that seems almost human in its
work ; that obeys almost tho slightest
touch. Soon the city is left behind
end as he nears tho long curve at the
outer yards and sees the last soma
plioro signals at “safety” he gives the
| throttle lever a light pull. Under the
! increased pressure the iron giant leaps
forward like a thing of life,
Meantime how fared it with the lit¬
tle woman we left flying down the
street?
Polly reached the road crossing out
of breadth and trembling like a leaf,
She stopped in the middle of the track
and listened The train had not
passed ot this she was sure; she
would have seen it from the road if it
had.
Ah! A bright light is dancing on
the rails at the end of the curve, and
; now she can plainly hear the low rum
bio of the heavy train on the rails. A
i moment later tho brilliant electric
headlight is throwing its powerful
rays down the line, aud now, for the
j first thinks time to look since she her left lantern the house, she
at and is al
j most frozen with horror to find it had
! gone out. A little glowing coal still
on the wick told its own story:
j It was out of oil.
“God help me now. ■“ What shall I
do?” cried the girl iu an agony of dis
! tress, as she held the glistening shape
j at arms length and could see no sign
of light within the dark globe.
Then, even as the hoarse note of the
duplex whistle broke ou the night air,
| giving the crossing signal, less than
eighty rods away, there came to her
mm 1, as plainly as if she had seen the
very incident he told of, a storv of her
j engineer lover that would save his life —
; now.
| */***♦
j ’One bright,afternoon in tho sum
mer, Polly was sitting on the porch
sew mg, while Joe lounged on the steps
at her icet. He had told her many
tales of thrilling iuterest of life on the
road, and many showing the humor
ous side of the men of his vocation,
, She had been listening attentively,
aud while watching his face as he told
of a particularly exciting event in his
Vlh \ ber lorill S: eyes had discov
ered a little scar, only a faint line
now, on his forehead.
! “What did that, Joe? she asked,
as she pushed back the curly hair that
. sue might see it plainly.
“Oh. a brakeman out on tho Cen
tub Branch. Hit me with a lantern.”
W uy, Joe? Mere you fighting?”
j “Fighting? Not much. Why, my
dear, that man saved my life when he
did that.”
• “i ell me about it, please, Joe,”
pha led his pretty listener.
It happens l when I was running
that little passenger engine on the
branch, four years ago. I had been
out all day on a ‘special, two officers
oars ln;i of big^ officials ou a tour of
inspection. M hen wo got to the end
of tho road, they decided that
must go back to E— that night. It
ha i commenced to rain and it was as
dark as the—”
“Joe?”
“Well, so dark you couldn’t see
anything. I had broken my headlight
chimney and couldn't get an extra
one there, so I put a white lantern in
; the headlight reflector, aad it gave
jrffct enough light to show any one on
the track that we were coming, an 1
that was about all.
“We got orders about 9 o’clock an 1
pulled out with, as we supposed, a
clear track. I had made about seventy
of the ninety-five miles we had to go,
and was sailing them along about
forty-five or fifty miles an hour, when
something came through the front
window of my cab, hit me square in
face and dropped into my lap. I
picked it up and knew what it was the
minute I touched it; a lantern, aud
a red one at that,
“I set my brake, pulled the sand
lever open and reversed her. She
skated along a little way and then
stopped with a sudden jar. When I
got down on the ground I fouud she
had poked her nose under a freight
caboose. If it hadn’t been for that
‘brakie’and his red light, I’d a split
that train wide open, aud you’d prob
ably had some other fellow in ton
now.
“You see, it was this way. The
freight had been running ahead of us
and had broke down. The conductor
had sent his flag out all right, but the
brakeman, running back over the wet
and slippery ties, had stumbled and
fell, putting out both his lanterns. He
had matches, but he was wet through,
and of course the matches were rained,
He had started to so back to the ca
boose to light his lamps when he
heard me whistle for a road crossing a
little piece back. Then lie ran towards
me, got as far as he coukl, and, just
as I passed him, fired his lantern
through the window.
“Pretty good scheme that. Wasn’t
it?”
This was the story that photo^
graphed itself on Polly’s brain as she
stood in the track of the black mou¬
ster that was so rapidly nearing her.
Perlectly cool now, she stepped to the
sido of tho track, and, with uplifted
arm, braced herself to take, as she
thought, the only chance to save her
lover from an awful death.
CM the engino Joe, as soon as he
got out on the straight track, could
see something on the crossing. A few
seconds brought him near enough td
see who it was, and knowing full well
it could bo no trifling matter that had
brought his little sweetheart there at
that time of night, and alone, he shut
off steam and applied the air brake.
Then, as he got down on the step, pre¬
pared to get off as soon as the speed
of the train slackened sufficiently, he
said to his fireman ;
“Stop her, Tim, and back up foi
Murphy had hardly straightened up
on the footboard when there came a
crash of broken glass, a blow on the
shoulder from some heavy object, aud !
a shattered red lantern lay on the
“deck” at his feet.
“Howly Moses! Pfivliat’s dthat?
Me shoulder’s broke intirely.”
A glance at the bent frame and i
broken glass lying in the bright light J
of the open firebox door told him,
and the reverse lever of tho powerful j
locomotive went back with a jump, a
stream of sand was pouring down on !
the rails beneath the big driving
wheels, and the little Irishman at the
throttle was giving the ten-wheeler
the full benefit of the 160 pounds of
steam she carried.
Hearing the crash as the lantern
went through tho window, Quinn took
desperate chances, and as the engino
cleared the crossing, jumped to the
ground. The speed of the train was
so great that ho was unable to keep
his feet, aud lie rolled into the ditch
beside the track. He was on his feet
again in an instant and, running back
to the crossing, found Polly’s slender
form lying in tho road; for the first
time in her vigorous young life she
had fainted.
When she opened her eyes her head
was on Joe’s broad breast and tho
bluo flml gold conductor, lantern in
baad eyeing her severely, while a
smftU bllt rapidly growing orowd of
passengers stood around and wondered
what had happened.
Her story was soon told and as she
was on her way back home under the
protection of the baggagemaster,
Quinn went thundering down the hill
with the light engine, her cab and
tender crowded with an armed posse
recruited from among the passengers,
j and led by that muscular little Irish
man, Murphy, who sported a murder
ous looking Winchester borrowed from
the express messenger. The engineer
knew where to stop now, and as they
slipped up to the end of the trestle
they saw a skulking figure make for
the woods. Murphy sent a shot or
two after it, but when the party
searched the woods in the bottom
there was no sign of any of the rob¬
bers to be found. In the timbers of
I the bridge between the rails they
' found four big oak ties so placed that
they would surely have thrown the
train to the rocks below.
What became of Pollv, do von ask?
A short time ago I receive 1 a copy
of a paper published in--thatcon
tained among the marriage notices
that of Mr. Joseph Quinn and Miss
Polly Ward, and in another column I
fouud an extended notice of the event
that gave a list of the presents and tho
donors thereof. Among them were a
check from an Euglish a'fine carl for one
hundred guineas, piano from a
San Francisco gentleman, a beautiful
get of solid silver from the Adams
j Express Co., and from the C. B. x Q.
Railway ‘and Co. a deed for a handsome
house lot iu tho city. Many
‘ others sent beautiful and useful
pres
cuts, and I am creditably informed
that the two gifts, almost holv in the
i eyes of Mrs. Polly, are an elegant
little watch from the Brotherhood of
Locomotive Engineers, inscribed, “To
j Pollv Quinn, from the B. of L. E. ‘A
; memory of Rock Creek.”’ and a watch
j charm in the shape of a shield, made
of solid gold. Ou one side was traced,
“Polly Ward—Flagmanon tho
j other was the crossed red and green
j flags, the nsinuia of the Brotherhood had elected
G f Railway Trainmen, who
the young la ly an honorary member
Q f the largest organization of raiLroad
men on earth. — Washington Star.
The territory of Canada is computed
; to consist of 3,406,512 square miles,
j and exceeds the territory of the
United States by 500,000 square miles;
, but the population of the Dominion is
! little more thau that of Scotland,
I while tho United States numbers over
! 62,000,000.
BUDGET OF FUN.
HUMOROUS SKETCHES FROM
various sources.
Sincerity—Correct — A
Proposition—Checkmated—Be- #
gin at Home—Society *V
Wit, Etc., Etc.
Her eyes upon him resting
Her quivering lips apart.
The words that she was speaking
Came straight from her throbbing heart,
She stands in commanding posture,
Stands in the sight of all.
And yells from her place in the grand stand
To the man in the box . “Play ball."
—Detroit Tribune.
HE KNEW IT WAS THERE.
Fosdick—“Is there any money in
the business you are now engaged in?”
Cawker—“Oh, yes. I’ve dropped
five thousaud dollars into it myself. ”
—Judge.
A SELF-EVIDENT PROPOSITION.
He—“I don’t think I would like to
marry any girl unless I knew she was
self-sacrificing.”
.She—“But wouldn’t that prove it?”
—Detroit Free Press.
SOUP FROM THE BONES.
Lawyer Quibble—“There’s one queer
thing about the family skeleton.”
Lawyer Briefless—“What’s that?”
Lawyer Quibble (complacently)—
‘ Tt often makes us lawyers fat. ”—Life.
SOCIETY WIT.
She — “I think he is the most origi¬
nal man I ever met.”
He- “You mean that Indian chap?”
She — “Yes.”
He—“Oh, lie’s aboriginal.”—De¬
troit Free Press.
CORRECT.
“What did the Englishman say to
you, dear?”
“He said he was beastly hungry.”
“And you said?”
“That it was quite natural for him
to be so.”—Truth.
CHECKMATED.
Smart Elliok (at the postoffice) —
“Any letters here for me? ’
Clerk—“No, sir.”
Smart Ellick—“How do you know?
ton don’t know my name.”
Clerk—“This is the stamp window. ”
SOMETHING MORE SUBSTANTIAL.
“Ah,” he reused in ecstacy, “there
is nothing more soothing to the hu¬
man mind than the sublime notes of
melody !”
L ( How’bout bank notes?” asked a
sordid bystander.—Atlanta Constitu¬
tion.
THE DESIRED SHAPE.
The Butcher—“What kind of a
Eteak are you wanting, mum? A
round steak?”
The Young Housewife Who Took
Lessons in the Fashionable Cooking
Class—“N-n-no. A square one, please. ”
—Chicago Record.
NOT HANDSOME.
Little Ethel—“Mamma, what does
it rain for?”
Mrs. DeHomeiy—“To make the
trees and grass and everything grow
pretty.”
Little Ethel—“Then why doesn’t it
rain on papa?”—Life.
BEGIN AT HOME.
Mrs. Suffrage—“It’s woman’s high¬
est mission to correct the crying evils
of the time.”
Mr. Suffrage (mildly) — “Then
wouldn’t you better spank those twins
and put them to bed before they yell
the roof off?”—Life.
A LUXURY.
Father—“Yes, I admit that your
lover has a good income, but he has
very expensive tastes, very.”
Daughter—“l r ou amaze me. What
does he ever want that is so expensive?”
Father—“Well, you, for one thing. ”
—New York Weekly.
A LUCKY EVENT.
Its Mother—“Oh, John! John!
What shall we do? Baby has swallowed
his rattle!”
Its Father—“Do? Nothing. Now
he’ll have it with him all the time, and
■we won’t have to be forever hunting it
up when he cries.”—Chicago Record.
SATISFIES HER CONSCIENCE, ANYHOW.
Mrs. Ighlife — “And how do you
manage to escape having that odious
Mrs. Cheayistone at your lovely little
dinners? One feels that one’s obliged
to invite her, you know."
Mrs. Smartleigh—“Yes; but I give
all my invitations to her to my hus¬
band to mail.”—Chicago Record.
PAYMENT IN ADVANCE.
Little Mamie Fizzletop comes cry¬
ing to her mother.
“What’s the matter, Mamie?”
“Tommy boxed my ears.”
“Why didn’t you give it back to
him?”
“I can’t, ms. I gave it back to him
already before he hit me.”—Texas
Siftings.
HE SPOKE RIGHT OUT.
3Ir, : Mr. Goldcoia
sJ’uX’s ir SStaSTffiff
teutions, Mabel?”
Mabel—“Yes, aunt.”
‘ T am so glad! And what did he
say V”
“He declared that he would never
marry. ”—Y ogue.
HIS HOBBY.
Raggedy Wayside—“Why did yc-r
swipe dat scientific paper when dere
wuz lots wid gals pictures in dem
.yin round!’
Wandering Willie “I like ter read
’bout de invention of labor savin’ ma
, . -rv- Dis wlU ^ l b ?! S J^r_ lb — ter
live in when dere’sno , work done ;
more
by hand. ”—Puck.
HIS PURPOSE. [ j
“Do yon believe in the novel with
a purpose?” said Squildig to an
author friend.
“Certainly,” the latter replied. ,
“All the novels I ever wrote have the
same ~ purpose. ”
; i
“What is it?” i
“To improve my bank account.
Pitteburg Chronicle.
HAD STUDIED HIS TASTES.
Miss Brightlie—“Oh, Mr. Search,
there’s a young lady here to-night I
know you will like.”
Mr. Search—“I feel extremely fl it¬
tered to find that you have made such
a close study of my tastes. Please
describe her.”
Miss Brightlie—“She’s worth a mil¬
lion.”—New York Weekly.
HAD TO DO IT.
She—“Why, there’s Charley Van
Beet. Don’t you remember his goiug
to California some time ago with his
fiance?”
He—“I should say I did. He wrote
me he didn't have money enough to
get back. Hew do you suppose he
managed it?”
She “Why, he married her out
there.”—Life.
THE NEW EVOLUTION.
“Wow!” he cried, wringing his hand
in pain as she let go. “You are get¬
ting to have a tremendous grip ou
you, my darling.”
Looking him tenderly in the eyes,
she said:
“George, I will not conceal it from
you any organized longer. The girls of our jet
have a baseball team, and
I’m the catcher.”—Judge.
VERY CAUTIOUS.
Incensed Wife—“It is impossible to
live with him, the way he goes on.
Why, the other night he came home
and smashed my piano. What do you
think of that?”
Polite Lawyer — “You will have to
excuse me, madam, but it is impossi¬
ble for me to give an opinion. You
must remember that I havo never
heard you play-”—Boston Transcript.
TAKING NO CHANCES.
“Madam,” said Meandering Mike,
“I’m terrible hungry.”
“Poor man!” exclaimed the sym¬
pathetic housewife.
“I wanted to ask you ef ye have
any work that I could do?”
“Why, yes; I could give you some¬
thing to do.”
“Much obliged. I jest asked fur
information,” and he moved along to¬
ward the next house.—Washington
Star.
THEY HAD A “REGULAR SNAP.”
Weary William (in hay loft) — “Sort
o’ comfortable, ain’t it?”
Pilfering Peter—“Reg’lar luxury,
that’s wot it is! No doors to lock,
no shutters to bolt, no windows to
fasten, no kitchen fire to look after,
no potted plants to move about, no
light to bother with, and no nervous
wife to send us a gallivantin' around
on th’ cold floors half a dozen times a
night lookin’ fer burglars.”—London
Weekly.
A NATURAL FEELING.
“I had a thrilling experience with
a rattlesnake a few days ago,” said a
Pittsburger who had just returned
from a visit to Yernango County.
“Go on,” said his auditor.
“Well, I was going through the
woods with another man to a new oil
well we were interested in. I had
jumped over a fallen tree, when right
in front of me I saw a big snake glide.
He coiled himself for a spring and his
rattle went off with a queer sound
that almost paralyzed me. I suppose
he would have bitten me if my friend
had not had sufficient presence of
mind to pick up a heavy stick and
smash his head. The reptile had teu
rattles and a button.”
“flow did you feel when you heard
the snake make his peculiar sound?”
“Why, I felt rattled.”—Detroit
Free Press.
UNREASONABLE CHARLES.
“Men are so unreasonable,” said
Mrs. Tor kins.
“Indeed they are,” replied her
caller.
“Charley is usually very rational,
but since the hard times he’s perfectly
absurd. We were talking about going
away for the summer, and Charley
said he didn’t enjoy it a bit; that
there was no enjoyment in a fussy
hotel.”
“That’s just like a man.”
“Isn’t it! So I got a paper and
showed him an advertisement which
said ‘All the comforts of home.’”
“Did he have anything to say
then?”
“Of course, he did. He remarked
that he didn’t see what use there was
in traveling several hundred miles to
get what we already enjoyed, He is
getting to be just too brutal for any¬
thing ! ’ ’—W ashington Star.
Made Him Lick the Plate.
A stout, well-fed laboring man, after
a hard day’s work, went into an up¬
town restaurant recently and ordered
his supper, aud while waiting for it
went into a nearby saloon to get
a drink. At the door of the sa¬
loon he met a poor fellow who
asked him for a quarter, saying
he had had nothing to eat all day.
The hungry man was taken into the
restaurant and a substantial supper
ordered for him. He did not appear
to have a very good appetite, and
excused himself from eating much,
“tvtouL Touweri
-a«*> »* -*»»
that supper and then lick the plate, I
will give you a sound thumping.” He
made the man eat all he had or¬
dered and then lick his plate, to the
great amusement of those present. —
Portland Oregonian.
Humbug Written About Hypnotsim.
“There has been a great deal of stuff
and nonsense asifit'were written ’something* about v«Vab- hypno
tism,
struse,” said an Arch street phvsieian.
“In fact, it is an everyday phase of
men tal abstraction, Anyone may
hypnotize himself in a few minutes by
Closing his eyes, directing them in¬
ward and downward, and then, imag¬
ining his breath to be vapor, watching
its inhalation and expulsion from the
nostrils. Babies invariably look cross
eyed before going to sleep, in this way
producing what hypnotists call‘trans
fixion.’ Fishermen often hypnotize
themselves watching a cork on a Mir
face of shining water. An hour passes
as as if if it it were a few minutes.”—Phiia*
delphia Record.
HUMAN H\IR.
,T HAS MUCH VALUE FOR IN
DUSTRIAL PURPOSES.
Burls the tlreat Centre for the Man
ufueture of Prepared Hair—
Ihe Main Sources
of Supply.
P ARIS manufacture man ereuce hair. is the here centre Of of is course prepared to of woman’s tho the fine re'- hu
hair, for man’s hair is worthless for
any industrial purpose. Aside from
the houses that manufacture exelu
Bively for the export trade, the city
numbers about 2000 hair dressers aud
5000 workmen, about half of whom
are eugaged iu the manufacture prop
erly so called.
The source of supply of the hair
may be divided into three categories,
The hair of the first category is fur
nished by foreign countries, India and
China being the largest suppliers,
This hair is exclusively black and
gray, aud comes iu boxes, carefully
packed. In addition to these conn
tries, Italy, Spain, Germany and Run
sia supplj small quantities. The hair
from India and China undergoes quite
a lengthy preparation. It is first
matched, sorted and combed and then
immersed in a solution of soft soap
and carbonate of soda, in order to
scour it. Upou comiug from this bath
it is united, root end to root end, and
formed into locks that are tied near
the roots. It afterward remains to
render the hair thin aud flexible. To
this effect, it is first placed in earthen
pans filled with chlorureted water and
water mixed with hydrochloric acid,
which reuders it thin and decolorizes
it. Then it is immersed in.a solution
of soft soap aud chlorate of potash, in
order to render it less brittle. Finally,
a definite color and shado are given it.
A light or blond shade is obtained
with oxygeuated water or a saturated
solution of carbonate of potash. To
dye it black, it is boiled for a few
hours in a bath prepared with a de¬
coction of nutgnlls or Oampeachy
wood, in which sulphate of iron is
dissolved and into which a little
sumac is put, in order to give it a
luster and remove the bluish tint pe¬
culiar to the hair of the dead. Finally,
it is bleached by immersing it several
times in baths of oxygenated water to
which a few drops of ammonia havo
been added.
Thus prepared, the Chinese or Hin¬
doo hair is sold to the hair dressers,
who work it to their fancy, and after¬
ward sell it at more or less moderate
prices.
The finest hair, forming the second
category, is that of Frauco, aud com¬
prises a variety of shades exceeding a
hundred. The most beautiful is fur¬
nished by Limousin, Brittany, Nor
m mdy and Boauce. Some lots are de¬
rived from young ladies’ boarding
schools and from convents. All of
this is collected by traveling men
called “cutters,” who make their cir¬
cuit along toward spring and visit the
villages to gather their crop.
In some localities of Brittany and
Auvergne, on certain market days,
the damsels who desire to sell their
head of hair get up on a cask, undo
their hair and allow it to fall over
their shoulders. An auction soon be¬
gins and every lot, as soon as cut, is
delivered to the highest bidder for
spot cash. This product does not pass
into the bath, but is simply combed
aud then scoured with buckwheat
flour.
Finally, the third category com¬
prises hair (which, it must be con¬
fessed, is classed among the most es¬
teemed) derived from the sorting of
combings collected by ragpickers,
who stuff it into bags just as they find
it, soiled by dust, felted by water,
and adhering to the sweepings of
houses, and sell it to small manufac¬
turers, who undertake to utilize it.
Five operations are necessary in order
to make a presentable commercial
product of this refuse.
Where One Yote Has Been Decisive.
The late General James Craig, of St.
Joseph, Mo., was one of the few men
whom history records as having been
defeated by a single vote. This hap¬
pened when he ran for Congress in
1880. Lost it by one. It is also re¬
corded of Marcus Morton that he ran
sixteen times in vain for Governor of
Massachusetts, when some of his op¬
ponents, admiring his pluck, voted for
him in 1840 and he was chosen by one
majority. Sixty years ago Daniel
Stone, of Ohio, was a candidate for tho
Legislature. On the morning of the
election he met an acquaintance who
was going to vote for the other candi¬
date. Stone persuaded his friend to
vote for him. That vote elected Stone.
TJ It also , majority . ., of , . the
gave a one m
L. gulature. That majority sent Tom
Ewmg to the United States^ Senate,
Ewings vote England on A an enabled Buren the s minis- A
tership to ice
President to give the casting vote
against it. That one vote, in return,
resulted m electing A an Buren Vice
President and afterward President of
the United States. One vote sent
Oliver r ,.. Cromwell n ,, to . the Long r Parlia- u
ment, Charles Stuart to the scaffold
and revolutionized England. One vote
gave us Texas made war with Mexico,
purchased California, turned the tide
of immigration and changed Herald. the des¬
tiny of the world.—Atlanta
Their “All’s Hell” Signal.
They tell a pretty story of a young
woman in Sagadahoc County who left
the parental home about a dozen
rears ago, setting up a new home of
her own three or four miles distant as
the crow flies, but in sight of the old
homestead. Every evening since, bo
the story is told, mother and daughter
have set a lamp in the kitchen win
dow for the other to see and know
that all is well with the one who
placed it there. -- Lewiston (Me.)
Journal.
t’iie Injury to TV. H. Prescott’s Eye.
The injury done one of Mr. Glad
stone’s eyes by a piece of ginger
-read thrown by a virago has its par
Hell in effect in the cause of the his
torian Prescott’s impaired vision. In
his case a crust of brea t thrown by a
skylarking student at Harvard practi
eally destroyed one eye, which sympa
thetieally affected the other.—Boston
Transcript
The Fasslng of the Ox Team.
Cattle Inspector Whitmarsh fv»
ished his rounds, and reports not one
team of oxen owned in town. Lasf
year there was just one, which wa*
sold for beef ou the day after his
call was made. This, the last team,
was owned by Jar ins F. Burt. Thie
vanishing of the heavy ox team mark*
an era iu our progress just as surely^
if not as noticeably as the comiug of
steam after the stage coaches and ca¬
nals, or the entrance of the electric
car to supplement.and locomotive iu some reap and ecta the
displace the steam the farmer
horse team. Years ago
was not to be fouud who did not own
an ox team and oftentimes more than
one. The land was heavier than now,
much of it was new sod, ami tho roads
were far harder to travel than even at
this date when we are apt to think
them anything but good. But with
the coming of better roads, the more
complete breaking of the fields, tho
invention of powerful machinery and
cheap explosives for removing stumps
and rocks, and, more especially, the
breeding of heavier horses, the patient
ox has, like the Indian, goue out of
our civilization gradually but surely,
but, unlike the Indian, ho has not
gone West. To the little folks to-day
the massive yokes, smooth and glis
tening with the labor of straining
shoulders, are a curiosity. Tho big
tongued cart is almost as obsolete as
the ox himself, and the long whip has
gone with the “haw” and “heo” ami
“gee” and other strange terms of a
now almost dead language. As in so
many other respects, classic reference
to “Ox-eyed Juno” will have to be ex¬
plained before long, with reference to
the cow as the modern prototype, ami
undoubtedly the revisers will have it
“Cow-eyed Juno” in the editions of a
decade hence.
Bo we progress from crude muscle
and the tugging of sinews to tho power
of swift horses, tireless steam, and
now we stand ou the threshold of the
universal electricity, that has been
back of all these forerunners, and is
now fast supplanting thorn, There
may be a pair or so of oxen agaiu
owned in town, but, like the getting out
of the old tin lantern, it will bo but a
flickering revival of a past already
dead.—Easthampton (Mass.) News.
A Monster Hear.
The monster bear of Admiralty Isl¬
and, Alaska, which has long boon a
source of terror to the settlors in that
looality, was recently killed, aud tho
Alaska News, of Juneau, gives a long
account of how the ferocious animal
was made to bite the dust.
A party of Indian hunters was or¬
ganized, aud, armed with rifles aud a
bag of giant powder, started out for
the boar’s cave, Reaching the place
where bruin was quietly sleeping tho
leader, au Indian, threw tho bag ot
powder into the cave and then mada
a dive into the soft snow.
“The b’ar,” said one of the hunters,
“jumped for the giant nnd fuse, ami
began to paw it. Zip ! boom ! bang!
B’ar’s meat flew in all directions. The
monster was blown into blasted meat.
One hundred pieces of meat were gath¬
ered, weighing 878 pounds. Eighteen
buokshot and three bullets were fouud
in the body.” In shoveling the snow
away in front of the cavo to regain
the captain’s gun, the skull of an In¬
dian and bones of a human skeletou
near a tree, a barrel of au old Euglish
shotgun and a Russisn axe were
found.
The b’ar killer’s gun was broken at
the breech. He said that this bear
had killed many Indians in the las!
twenty-five years. Having the honor
of killing the monster, he celebrated
his prowess by eating the tail and ears
of the b’ar raw; hide and hair all
went down without the fellow ever
winking an eye.—Northwest Maga¬
zine.
Japanese (hardens.
During a great part of the year the
gardens of tea-houses and temples
have but few blooms—they are only
an arrangement of greens and grays—
but in the spring no amount of clip¬
ping and training can prevent tho
shrubs from blossoming. The eherry
trees and magnolias are let grow as
they choose, but the others aro
trimmed into more or less formal
shapes, considered suitable to tho
species, or helping the carefully
studied arrangement of forms, which
is the ideal of a Japanese gardener.
There are no beds for flowers. In tho
little ponds the irises and lotus bloom,
and iu odd corners there may be
clumps of lilies, chrysanthemums,
or other plants, but these are mere
accidents; the designer’s aim is a.com¬
position of rocks, shrubs, stone
lanterns, ponds and bridges, which
will look the same in its general
fea-tures all the year round, and con
form to established rules. One of mv
, T „ panese friem , 8 toW me „
„ tM< . e o[ tho compl( . xity o[ tho w .
scape gardener’s art, that if a certain
shrub were used it would be necessary J
to place near ifc a stoae Irom To
, the disfcftnt province where it com
raon ly grows. The decorative garden
is quite distinct from the flower gar¬
den, where the fine varieties of iris,
P aaon y ftn( I chrysanthemum, for which i
J apan is famougj are ^ b ^ \
j ; fes8 ho jonal florists, devote or by rich amateurs
„. can a ial pIftce to
their culture. -Harper’s Magazine,
°
A Wonderlul Pigmy Engine.
D. A. Buck, a resident of AVater
bury, Conn., once made a perfect
j ^ ae eam en ^gme §3 ne that 5 >1 er was governors so small that and
» >
I mm P 8 a 8 o°d on a space only one
i ? ur 1 ° an lnc “ in diameter and les3
. xteenths
an fieven * sl of an inch high,
; , r , lad 148 distinct
j e parts,
, . . o^ther by
! fifty-two screws.
J116 ” lftm ete r of the cylinder was but
u ’ ie " ^ eD Jj;T' j 81x th of an inch, and the
| ff °t including
”, ° ^ 0 weighed a air > n the base
l” a e > but three grains.—St.
Louis Republic.
A Mother’s Pitiful quest.
Ther3 is no more pitiful story.
writes S. J. Humphrey, D. D., than
chat of the Hindoo mother who has
lost her child, walking in the fidds
and peering wistfully into the eyes of
dumb beasts, of loathesonii reptiles
and of odious, creeping things iu the
dim their hope that she through°the windows of
eyes may catch some babe°__New aJimpae
of the soul of her lost
Yord Witness.