1HE movement to be madbon
SOUTHERNERS TO PRESS
His NOMINATION
on the First Ba»ot-Then the Antis
Hope to Run Gorman or a Western
M an in After They Suooeed In
Breaking His Support.
met)
I am tha ancient Apple Queen,
As once I was to am I now.
Forever more a hope unseen.
Bet wixt the blossom and tha bough.
Ah, where's the river's hidden gold?
And where the windy grave of Troy?
Yet come I as I came of old.
From out the heart of Summer’s Joy.
-William Morriu.
THE BOY BEAVES.
(■„,<• viio, June 17.—As yet bnt few of
(1,0 .outluTii delegates have arrived in
i liiicajrh. As at Minneapolis the men of
the seuth hold the balance of power,
!1S H consequence it is at present the
ni ,,st promising field for the talkers of
presidential makers.
It i> said the anti-Cleveland
think that if they can keep the southern
delegates from Cleveland on the first
hallo!, or until the impossibility of his
candidacy is made apparent, they can
|„. swnng into lino for some more
available candidate—perhaps a western
man.
These anti-Cleveland men point on I
that probably the delegates from both
of the Caroliuas will not vote forth
ex-presulcnt, and that he cannot secure
more than half of the rotes of Georgia.
Alabama and Virginia. This process,
th.-v claim, will so reduce Cleveland’s
vote from the south us to prevent hit
nomination.
Gorman, they say, will divide the
votes of the southern delegates with
Cleveland, and Carlisle will receive no
a few. On the roil qd up the issue wil
l*., according to the scheme of the anti
Cleveland men, between Gorman and a
Western man.
Save for tno fact that more booms are
under way, the men who love Cleveland
for the enemies he has made are no
particularly numerous. The situation
closely resembles that whidli prevailed
preceding the assembling of the repre
sentative Democracy in 1884 which re
sulted in the nomination of Cleveland.
Then and now the anti-Cleveland ele
ment of tlie New York Democracy
forced hostilities from the moment of
their arrival there.
Now it is asserted that he conld not
unite the Democracy of the Empire
state so ss to carry it in November.
Then, ns now, they had but one battle
cry, "Anybody to beat Cleveland."
A Suicide Near Chattanooga.
Cmrr.vsooGA, Tenn., rJune 18.—
While hauling a trotline'at daybreak at
the month of Chattanooga Creek, a fish
erman brought to the surface the corpse
of a white man, which waa towed to the
•In.re ami tied to a limb of f*sycamore
waiting the arrival of the coroner. The
body was identified us the corpse of
Wm. M. Cooper, who had boon missing
tii.ee Friday night, when he left a note
stating that his life had proven afailurc
an 1 he would seek a more pleasant
home. Around the dead man's waist
was a rope, which hac been attached to
a valise filled with stones. Having
made his sinking a matter of certainty,
Cooper had undoubtedly jumped off a
bridge.
Illlt Will Not llo There.
Washington, June 16.—Senator Hill,
in response to an inquiry, said that he
had never expected to attend the Chi
cago cot,vention, and that unless some
thing unexpected occurred, he would
not go to that city.
to Settle.
Nkw York, June 17.—Directors o!
the Tennessee Coal aud Iron compnay
ht l 1 a long scsbion to discuss the pur
cl.aso of the de Bardeleben property ad
joining their property. President Platt
said that the purchase of the property
had been confirmed, and one of the di
re. tors said that the title deed had been
deposited with a trust company, to
gtther with 48.000,000 of stock issued to
pay for it. This stock will be distrib
uted as soon as the de Bardeleben stock
is received in exchange.
The Lightning's Work.
Chicago, June 17.—Three persona
were ktiled, two seriously injured and
the Grant monument slightly damaged
in a short but fierco thunderstorm which
visited this city. The killed are: Lewis
Mever, Mrs. Shelby of Chicago, And an
unknown man. The injured are Harry
Phillips and Mrs. Mattie Olsen, also of
Chicago. The catastrophe was the re
mit of a bolt of lightning which strnok
the monument in the corridor of which
nearly fifty persons had sought shelter.
Small Fire In Bafanlo.
Elfalla, Ala., June 17.—About 8:20
o'clock, a tenement bonse on Magazine
•treot, tv as discovered to be on -fire. The
department responded promptly, but
the fir,. gained such headway it
W:,s impossible to save it. The atten
tion of t’** firemen was turned to the
protecting of the adjoining buildings.
Thomas, colored, an occupant of
the house was badly burned.
Killed by a Car.
Um.vf.stvn, June 17.—About 4 o’clock
toy named Dennis Burke wna run
d°"n ai d instantly killed by an electric
street car at Twenty-first and Church
•‘frets. He had just stepped off the
going in an opposite direction,
was struck by electrical car
m, i l8, ?oi "" rapidly south, aud thrown
nt-r the forward trucks, which passed
»gonauy across his abdomen, almost
his body in two.
tunic
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Th« Statement la Denied,
Albany. N. Y., June 17.—WiUiniff
Irnes - Jr., of tho Republican state
^"nnit’ce of the state, denies the re-
pnblisli e< i during the Minneapolis
JEW*!* in extern papers,- winch
Uorw, d , llm M “yin* that it cost a rail-
>» carry New York for Har-
"'K ny.” said Uncle Jack, chewing the
last bit of his toothpick into a wad
of fibres, preparatory to shooting it into
tho fire.
This was always the signal to the boys
that he was rearly to begin to shoot
buffaloes and Indians. Uncle Jack was
a grizzled veteran officer of the regular
army, and had seen much hard fighting
on the frontier.
"Why, yes,” said he, “I do know
something about what Indians are good
for as fighters, and for downright hu
man courage, without any of the sneak
ing, strike-you-in-the-back work in it, I
think the Cheyennes stand ahead of
thorn all.”
“Bnt what Cheyennes? Where did it
happen?" clamored the boys, who knew
well enough that there was some special
instance back of the general statement
of Cheyenne bravery.
How did yon little rascals know
what 1 was thinking of?” he growled
Well, in 1878 my command was sta
tioned at the Wild Rose agency. Things
had been moving smoothly for a long
time, but the Indians were getting fat
and sancy on government rations, and
that state of things couldn’t last Every
brave had a good breech loader and a
pony or more. Even the boys—wiry,
saucy little rats—had their own guns
and ponies, and the way they did ran
was a caution.
There were two little chaps in par
ticular who used to loaf around the post
who hod the most impudent black eyes
ind the most stoical faces when they
thought yon were watching them. They
were handsome little rascals, if they
were dirty and lazy, and often they used
to ran races across the parade ground
to amuse the officers for a stake of army
cartridges. They were the most fear
less, nimble little monkeysl
“Half the time yon couldn’t tell which
Tart was horse or which part was rider.
The way they stnek to these little ponies
in every position imaginable, now on
this side and now on thatl They were
along the neck, under the belly, heads
almost dragging tho ground! They
dropped their hats and picked them up
again at a breakneck gallop. They fired
their rifles with one hand until it made
you think of Fourth of July in Bangor.
They were sons of Lone Wing, a chief.
“1 got to watching for the little imps
to come and show off their tricks, and
missed them when they didn’t put in an
appearance; fora fellow becomes so lone
ly out there that he hankers after any
Idnd of face he’s used to, even if it is a
dirty red face.
Yon know I haven’t much use for a
live Indian. Somehow, living out on the
frontier, one picks up a prejudice against
them. Many of the young Indians who
hangabont the agencies doing nothing
liecome thieves and vagabonds, bnt 1
couldn't help admiring these two boys.
‘They stood by one another like
Damon and Pythias. One day some of
the men coaxed one of them into the
barracks and got him stupid drank.
That’s an example of the way Indians
are sometimes ‘improved’ at the agen
cies.
Well, the other boy wouldn’t budg<
an inch away until be took his comrade
with him. He hnng around him until
after dark, and then managed to creep
in while the men were at mess, and
actually lugged the sleeping fellow out,
whistled up the ponies, loaded him on
like a log of wood, strapped him on with
a lariat and galloped off.
“They had the blood of the old
sachems in them, and Ido believe would
have died for each other. 1 got to like
them as much as 1 possibly conld like an
lTnba.ii, and that would be about as hard
for me as to like a rattlesnake.
“Maybe yon have heard that the gov
ernment is not the best provider in the
world, and the Indian department is a
great deal more uncertain than the pay
master or commissary of the army.
Well, one time the beef cattle were
stampeded and ran off by rascally Sioux,
and the other rations were about a
month behind time and things got to
looking pretty blue over at the agency.
“We let them have all the army goods
we could spare, and Agent Pierson sent
his scouts here and there to pick np
what beef they conld lawfully, bnt be
fore they conld get a supply the redskins
began to grow lean.
“Some of tho squaws and papooses
that staggered over to the agency would
hardly have made a shadow, and it is
no wonder that pe tty depredations were
committed.
“First the agent’s poultry went Then
some cue got into the storehouse and
carried off a lot of eastern canned goods
the agent had for his own table. He de
clared that he would make the guilty
one smart if he found him. Thatnight,
to cap the climax, a floor board was
loosened from underneath and a piece of
meat the cook had ready for breakfast
was taken from the agent’s kitchen.
“The guard saw the thieves and .fired
on them, and by the flash of his gun
recognized them as Panther Tail and
Four Toes, the two Indian boys. 1 for
got to tell you about their names. Pan
ther Tail was the ‘totem’ or maniton
name of the older boy, and the yoimger
g o was called Four Toes by the whites
because in smaeboyish
had lost the little toe fwm ins ngut foot.
examination
give information, bnt threatened ven
geance if the boys were arrested.
It was time to show a hold front.
There were enough hungry warriors
waiting for rations to destroy ns all if
they should go on the warpath, and
every one was armed.
Agent Pierson saw trouble ahead.
He mastered all the force of Indian po
lice an-1 scouts he had, and called for a
detail of cavalry from the post. I was
ordered to take my company, and the
entire force, numbering 100, was put
tnder my command subject to the
agent’s orders.
“When we rode into the villagy there
was not a soul in sight We made first
for Lone Wing’s tepee. The old chief
stalked to the entrance when the agent’s
messenger spoke to him. He said that
his people were still friendly, bnt refused
to tell where the boys were.
“ ‘Then we will search every tepee,’
said the agent
1 saw from the chiefs looks and the
frowns on the glowering faces showing
now in the doors of the adjacent tepees
that there would be trouble if we tried
to do that Finally the chief said if we
would give him an honr he would tell
where the boys were. 1 advised the
agent to accept this. ‘They cannot get
away on their half starved ponies in an
hour,’ 1 said, so it was decided to wait
When we went back Lone Wing was
ready to receive us.
“ ‘Where are the young thieves? de
manded the agent
The Great Father drives his chil
dren from their hunting grounds to
starve them, and then calls them thieves
for not being willing to die like rabbits.
The yonng braves are not here. The
white chiefs will find them in the hills
waiting f6r them.’
‘They have left the reservationTjex-
slaimed the agent, his blood hot ‘Put
spurs, captain, and overtake them! Bet
ter send some of the trailers ahead to
find which way they have sneaked off.’
1 had a pretty good idea where we
would find the boys, and I said, 'I don’t
think trailers will be needed in this case.
They are not far off.’
‘Why,’ said he, ‘where do yon think
they have gone?
1 pointed toward the hills where two
faint specks showed, and handed him
my glass. He looked, and pat spars to
his horse.
N» need to harry/ Isaid; ‘they are
not running away.'
And 1 was right When we got near
enough to make them out clearly, there
stood the two little fellows in warpaint
and feathers, their ponies by their sides
and their rifles in their hands.
<What do the rascals mean? said the
agent
But I understood it well enough.
Tlieir Indian blood wouldn’t let them
suffer imprisonment or possibly a whip
ping, and rather than thus be degraded
in their own eyes and those of the war
riors of their tribe, they had resolved to
court a warrior’s death alo-ie, outside
the reservation, and thus shield the rest
of the tribe from sharing in the punish
ment.
When we were within 300 yards of
them they mounted their ponies and
brandished their rifles, and I conld hear
their shrill, boyish voices in defiant
tones shouting the war whoop of their
tribe. Before any of ns conld get our
breatb they leaped to their ponies’ backs
and charged down toward ns at a furi
ous gallop.
I think it was a moment or two be
fore any of us took in the audacity of
the thing—two Indian boys charging
right into the ranks of 100 armed whites
but when they got within rifle range
they opened our eyes by lying flat on
their ponies and shooting straight at ns.
“ ‘Give the yonng imps a volley, cap
tain!’ excitedly directed the agent.
1 hated to do it, bnt there they came,
riding ns down and Bhonting like all
possessed. 'Aim high; fire!’ I command
ed the men, for 1 couldn’t bear to
slaughter the brave little chiefs. On
they rode, unhurt of course, right into
our teeth!
“ ‘Open ranks?
“They shot like wildfire through ns
and were ont of reach before we conld
halt and re-form.
1 supposed all we would have to do
now would be to chase the little rascals
back into the camp and deliver them
over as prisoners of war. But bless my
stars if they didn’t wheel as soon as
they conld, bringing their ponies to a
dead stop, and with another whoop of
defiance came charging back np the hill
at us.
“It was the most desperate exhibition
of courage 1 had ever witnessed in a hu
man being, red or white—a cool and
grim determination to keep hp the fight
until they died fighting.
“Pop! One of our horses was hit.
“Pop! A cavalry man dropped his
Winchester, hit in the arm. 1 dared
not spare them longer.
“ ‘Firer
“The smoke of our second volley
cleared away to show ns two prostrate
forms and a pony kicking its last on
the earth. 1 shut my eyes. 1 did not
want to see what I knew 1 must see.
“ ‘Leave them to the coyotes? growled
the agent ‘No, drag their bodies back
to the old wolfs den. Til teach them
a lesson?
“ 'Not by my command, Mr. Agent/
I said. 'I never faced any braver ene
mies. They shall be buried with the
honors of war.’
“Oh, I’m so glad yon were in com
mand, Uncle Jack,” little Ted cried, his
lips quivering with sympathy. “Where
did yon bury them then, Uncle Jack?
Not where the wolves conld”
“Bless your life, youngster, I didn’t
them at alL The agent and his
I see a stretch of shining sky
Like some fair ocean sunset lit.
Peaceful and wide its spaces lie.
And purple shores encompass it.
A little slender silver boat
Upon (ts bosom la afloat.
This craft, nnstald by winds or tides.
Slips out across the twilight bar;
Through rosy ripples, soft she glides.
Led by a single pilot star;
With shadowy sails and fairy crew.
She drifts along the summer blue.
She’s filled from stem to stern with flowers
And Love and Hope and Happiness.
Will aught of what she brings be oars?
Ah met if we could only guess!
She rides eluelva and remote.
This little slender silver boat.
—Francis Wiune in London Spectator.
JUST m TIME.
She followed him all day long like a
little dog. If he ran, she ran, fell and
scrubbed her knees, cried and was lifted
np again. Thus it went on from the
week’s beginning to its end.
He grew tired of ber, and would have
liked to ran away from her. Rut he did
not dare, for she was his master’s daugh
ter, and he was—well, tliere was the
rub—he did not know who he was.
He woke up one day and found him
self born. The sky was above him, and
there would have been earth beneath
his feet, if he had not pomted them in
the wrong direction. He was christened
in a random way 01a, and was put on
the parish, as they say.
Jens Oestrao took him as his share of
the parish burdens. When he was six
years old he conld be made useful
enough to eiara his food and shelter.
Jens Oestrao then wanted to send him
away, but his little daughter Birgit was
so fond of him that he dec - Jed to keep
him.
When Ola was twelve years old he
conld kick a cap from a nail high above
bis head. Birgit was so fond of Ola that
everything he did seemed admirable.
Once she said a bad word and Ola was
whipped for it.
So Ola was sent to the mountains; he
teamed with his alpine horn over the
wide mountain plains, ate berries,
caught fish, set traps and was happy.
He hardly thought once of the little girl
down in the valley.
One day late in the summer she came
np to the dairy with her mother. She
was carried np on horseback-in a basket.
When she saw him she flung herself
down upon the grass and screamed with
delight.
Bnt when her mother had reached the
hut she ran np to him and hugged him.
While the cattle were being milked he
went to look after his things. She fol
lowed him, prond in the thought that he
tolerated her.
Look hero,” he cried, lifting np a
brown hare, “isn’t that a big fellow?'
“ What is it?” she askeiL
“It is a hare.”
“No, it isn’t a hare. A hare is white.”
“It is brown in summer. It changes
its skin.”
Has he two skins, one inside the
other?’
Instead of answering he took his knife
and cut the hare’s skim
No,” he said, “ho hasn’t got more’n
one.”
jEKfSJoTs; iasA™
Afterward we heard that the boys
mother was sick from fasting.
“The agent gave prompt orders w
have the offenders brought in for pun-
;k by tbe time
load got the
his sqt
thoy went to pick
up from beside their dead ponies
ITT be conrtnuurtialed if they didn’t
find two of the most lively corpses that
ever played possum. The men had fired
low.
“Before long they disappeared from
that agency. Their education had not
The time came when he had to go to
the pt.rson to prepare for confirmation.
It so happened that she went the Bame
year.
Bnt, though he had a coat now, it was
cast off one of Jens Oestrao’s, which
was much too big for him. His boots,
too, and his trousers had. seen better
days before they made his acquaintance.
He walked aside from the rest, his
ears burned when any one looked at him.
Bnt if any one dared to mock him, he
used a pair of fists which inspired re
spect.
He was a handsome enough lad and
finely made, bnt his clothes and his
frowsy hair made him look ugly. Heavy
thoughts came to him, and a f ierce, de
fiant spirit was kindled within him.
It was at such a time that Birgit sought
him and spoke kindly to him.
“You mustn’t mind the girls,” she
said; “they laugh at everything. They
don’t mean anything by it It’s just a
way they have.”
“Somebody will com* to harm if yon
ever do it,” he answered fiercely.
“That is foolish talk,” she gently re
monstrated. “I know you too well,
Ola. Yon wouldn’t harm me.
“Ah, yon don’t understand me,” he
said. “It is no use talking.”
“Oh, yes, 1 do understand yon, Ola,'
she replied, with a smile, “and 1 wish
yon would let me say one thing to yon
before I go."
“Say it”
“I wish—I wish,” she stammered,
while a quick blush sprang to her
cheeks. “No, 1 think I won’t say it,
after all,” she finished, and turned to go.
“Yes, say it,” he entreated, seizing her
hand.
“Well, I—I wish yon conld do as the
hare, change your skin.”
fly drew her hand away from his and
ran down the hillside, so that the stones
and dry leaves flew about her.
That night he picked a quarrel with
ThoTger Sletten, who was said to be at
tentive to Birgit, and be- thrashed him.
All the following winter he kept watch
of her from afar, and picked quarrels
with everybody whom she seemed to
favor.
“Change my skin,? he pondered.
“Change my skin, like the hare. How,
oh, how can I do it?”
This thought followed him day and
night. One day, in the spring, an emi
grant ship hound for America appeared
at the month of the river.
Ola packed together his few traps and
went np to Oestrao’s to say goodby. He
met Birgit in the birch grove behind the
barn. It wWfcelnine when the buds
were bursting
just returned.
She turned pale and caught hold of a
birch trpe for support. He watched her
narrowly.
“What axe you going to do in Ameri
ca, Ola?’ she asked softly.
“Change my skin/’ he t6£Bed; with a
vigor that startled her. “And if I come
back within five years with a chan;
skin will yon promise to wait for me!
“1 promise,” she whispered, weep:
quietly upon his shon’der.
• * * * #*c-
Five years from that day a yonng man
was seen hastening np the hillside to
Oestrao. He had a big slouch hat on
his head and he was well dressed.
His face was strong, square and de
termined, his eyes danced with joy, for
in his pocket he had a royal marriage
license, with which he meant to surprise
somebody np at Oestrao’s farm. It was
five years today since he left her, and it
was five years she had promised to wait
for him.
For this honr he had toiled, saved and
suffered for five long weary years. He
had been a silver miner in Leadville
when the place was yet new, and he had
sold his claim for $50,000.
As he was hurrying along, an old
woman, who was sitting by the road
side, hailed him.
“Gentlefolks out walking today?’ she
said, holding out her hand for a penny.
“Gentlefolks?’ he cried, with a happy
laugh: “Why, Gurid, I am Ola who
used to herd cattle at Oestrao’s dairy.”
“Yon, Ola! who was on the parish?
Then yon must have changed your
skin.”
“That was what I went to America
for,” he answered, laughing.
The church lay half way np the hill
side. There Ola 'sat down to rest, for
he hod walked far and was tired. Pres
ently he heard mnsio np under the
ledge of the forest; there was one clar
inet and several fiddles.
A bridal party! Yes, there was the
bride, with a silver crown upon her head
and shining brooches upon her bosom.
The procession came nearer. Now the
master of the ceremonies opened the
church doors wide and went to meet the
bride and groom.
Ola sat still like a rock; bnt a strange
numbness came over him. As the party
drew near to the gate of the churchyard
he i-rose and stood, tall and grave, in the
mid'lle of the road. Then came Birgit
Oestrao and Thorger- Sletten. She
looked pale and sod, he defiant.
You didn’t expect me to yonr wed-
f-ing', Birgit Oestrao?’ be said, and
stared hard at her. She gwre a scream;
the crown fell from her head) she rushed
forward and flung her arms about his
neck.
Now come,” he cried, “whoever
dares, and I’ll make a merry bridal.”
Jons Oestrao stepped forward and
spoke. His voice shook with wrath and
the veins swelled upon his brow.
Here I am,” he said. “If yon want
the girl you shall fight for her."
.•’Not with yon, old man,” retorted
fa; “bnt with Thorger I’ll fight. Let
hn'come forward.”
The bridal guests made a ring on the
green and the bridegroom came slowly
forward.
Hard lack,” he said, “to have to fight
for your bride on your wedding day.”
Fight? Birgit, who in her happiness
had been blind and deaf, woke np with
a start. She unwound her arms from
Ola’s neck and stepped np between the
two men.
Oh, do not fight, do net fight!” she
entreated, holding ont her nands first to
one claimant and then to the other.
Yon know father, for whom I have
waited for these itye years. You know
whom I have loved since I was a child.
Bnt you used force against me and
threats. Now he has comeback. Iam
no longer afraid of yon.”
“Whoever will be my wedding guest
let him follow,” shonted Ola, “for 1
have in my hand a royal license to be
married to Birgit, Jens Oestrao’s daugh
ter.”
“All that money can buy yon shall
have,” he added. “I’ll make a wed
ding the fame of which shall he heard
in seven parishes around.”
He took the bride’s arm and marched
boldly into the church.
The wedding guests looked at Jens
Oestrao, who was venting his wrath
upon the groom.
“You coward?* he yelled, “you let
the girl be snatched away before your
very noee. 1 am glad enough to be rid
of such a son-in-law. Come, folks; we’ll
have our wedding yet. A girl belongs
to him who can catch her.”
With a wrathful snort he stalked in
through the open church door, and the
wedding guests slowly followed.—Bos
ton. Globe.
KING’S PRISONERS.
Love la bis net hath taken us and bound us.)
Hath pinioned hands and feet right fast
within; !
Our mastcr’a m*ah of. gold goes round and
Cunningly wrought, and fairy Cao and thin.
To hold us in.
ri
O Lovo Divine, O larger Love, come take us.
Weave thy sweet net outside our house pf
-A- love;
Prisoners of Love, O Lore Divine, come
tv jjgikeup?) ’fMj JJ2YI 1.1 .
Caught In thy snares
| celved a blow that sent me to tbe floor]
| and left the key Wide open. |
“ ‘D—n yon, what were yon ticking]
[ on them wires? cried the outlaw. I
“‘How can I. send anything with my]
foot?’ I tremblingly exclaimed. ’That’s;
just a habit of mine—dramming on the'
keywith my heel.’ j
“ ‘Habit or ho habit, yon won’t put;
your feet on this table again' might’
“He evidently believed that I conld;
not send with my heel, but it was not
in
i thy snares and seeking not to roVe I hiq intention to take any chances,
outside thy “1 wondered what the operator at;
1 Rands would do—put on. his ground:
wire and report what
BY MY HEEIr.
“Mr. Ransom, please tell ns how it is
that yon are filling each a responsible
position, and yon not yet thirty years
old?”
This question was arked by one of a
crowd of four or five gentlemen seated
in the handsome private office of Mr.
Ransom, superintendent of transporta
tion of the Chicago and Western railroad
at Omaha.Neb.
“Well,” replied tho superintendent, a
good looking young man of twenty-six
or thereabouts, “if you will have the pa
tience to listen I will narrate briefly how
my heel caused my promotion and was
the means of saving many lives.”
“Five years ago I was station agent
and operator at -Hamlin on this road,
Tho depot was the only building at
Hamlin, consequently 1 had to do my
own cooking and sleeping in the depot,
getting my supplies from Rands, a place
of about 500 inhabitants, eight miles np
the railroad.
“It was abont 10 o’clock on a hot,
sultry nigbt in August. There did not
seem to be a breath of air stirring. The
windows were np and the doors were
thrown open so as to admit all the air
possible. No. 32, the fast mail, had to
be reported before I conld get ‘good
night’ from the dispatchers and retire,
“I had pulled off my shoes and had
nothing on my feet bnt my stockings.
As I was idly leaning back in my chair,
my feet propped up on the instrument
table and lazily dramming on the key
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with my heel, 1 heard a slight noise be- I afterward discovered was a doctor, ex-.
hind me. Before I could turn around
to ascertain the cause a man’s harsh
voice rang ont:
Move an inch and yoc are a dead
man/ and at the same morneni 1 felt the
cold muzzle of a revolver pressed against
my head.
*’• ‘Put your hands behind your back
and took straight before you/ command
ed the same voice sternly.
I obeyed alacrity.
My hands were seized ronghly and
bound securely to the back of the chair
Now, my beauty, 1 guess you won’t
do much more telegraphing tonight,’
and he broke ont into a discordant
;h. -
3e evidently thought it amusing. 1
didn’t
“ ‘Come on, boys/ he yelled. Tve got
this kid fast.’
“After a moment three or four men,
as well as I conld judge with my back
to the door, walked in.
“ ‘Ha! ha! cap’n, you’ve got him, have
you? and they all laughed roughly.
‘Jim/ said the man addressed as cap
tain, ‘have you got the spike lifter?
‘ ‘You bet I has/ from one of the men.
‘The captain then turned and ad
dressed me.
Young man, no harm Is intended
you if you keep perfectly quiet Doubt
less your curiosity is very much aroused
as to our intentions. Well, it can do no
harm to enlighten yon, as the mischief
will be done before yon can give any
alarm. We intend’—and here the man’s
voice became absolutely fiendish—‘to
take np two rails on that trestle ont
the swallows had
The Division of Time.
The division of time into hours was
practiced among the Babylonians from
remote antiquity, but it was Hipparchus,
the philosopher, who introduced the
Babylonian honr into Europe. The sex
agesimal system of notation was chosen
by that ancient people because there is
no number having so many divisions as
sixty. The Babylonians divided the
daily journey of the son, the ruler of the
day, into twenty-four parasangs. Each
parasang or hour was subdivided Into
sixty minutes, and that again fate sixty
seconds. They compared tbe progress
made by the snn daring one honr at the
time of the equinox to the progress
made by a good walker fa the same
period of time, both covering one para
sang, and the course of the snn during
the full equinoctial day was fixed at
twenty-four parasangs.—London Tit-
Bits.
The Value of the Baby.
The ruby is valued highest when it
contains the least azure. Tbe
ruby that history speaks of
Elizabeth of Austria, the wife of
IX. It was almost as big as a hen’s egg.
The virtues attributed to rabies are to
banish sadness, to repress luxury and to
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drive away annoying thoughts. At the
“Well, Ola, where are you going?’ j same time it symbolizes cruelty, anger
Bhe asked, as she saw him coming with and carnage, as well as boldness and
bundle and staff in hand. j bravery. A change fa its color an-
“Te America.” ! no cnees a calamity, hut when the
“America!” she cried. “America!” ffegrouble is over it regains its prlmitiye
.1 had said to -the
dispatcher, or just think I was trying
to scare him and lock np his office to.
go home. 1 thought the latter more
probable. .
‘‘Anyway it was now too late to stop 1
the ill fated fast mail;, it would sooff
plunge off the trestle, carrying its cargo,
of human beings to a certain death.
“I lay there waiting for the dreadful
crash to coime in such an agony of sus
pense that the next day strands of gray;
were found in my hair. Ah! how Ij
blamed myself for not thinking of using,
my heel before 1 did.
Suddenly the sounds of rifleshots fa!
quick succession came from the trestle. I
‘The boys are attacked? exolainied
the desperado excitedly, ‘but; by G—d,;
you shall not escape unhurt? And plac
ing the muzzle of his revolver close to,
my head he fired.
1 fell back unconscious.
When 1 regained my senses the room!
was full of men, one of whom was band-;
aging a wound on my bead, and explain-]
fag to the others the extent of the same.;
A close shave, but only a scalp,
wound, men/ he was saying. ‘I dare:
say he will be all right in a few days.;
Ah! he is conscious now/ he said ten-!
derlv as I slowly opened my eyes. ‘Tellj
ns all abont it, young man.’
It was rather a laborious task, as tho'
wound on my head was exceedingly
painful, bnt I went ahead and related
the whole occurrence, from the time
the pistol was pressed against my head
until I was shot. j'
‘When I had finished, the gentleman]
who had bandaged my head, and who 0
plained how Operator Rhodes, at Rands,'
when he heard my message did not wait
for the key to close, but ran ont doors,]
mounted his horse, which he had alJ
ready sadcLeJ and bridled to ride to*
his home after he hod reported No. 82,'
and cut through tbe woods at break-j
neck speed. He knew that No. 82 inva-J
riably stopped for water at a water tans
four miles from Rands by rail, but only
two through the woods. He had reached
there just in time to climb on the rear
car and give the alarm.
The train was then ran ahead nntil
within about two miles of Hamlin, and
the conductor and a detachment of:
United States soldiers, who were luckityj
on board, went ahead on foot and snr-1
prised the outlaws, who showed resist-]
ance and were fired into, two of them
being instantly killed. ,: The others were
at that moment ornamenting a telegraph
pole. !
“And now my narrative draws to a
close. Two weeks later 1 was ordered
to report here, and was given the position
of second trick dispatcher.
My promotion dates from that day.
‘Bnt what did Mr. Rhodes get? some
one aaked.
“Mr. Rhodes is now chief dispatcher.'
—Chicago MaiL
Labouchere’s Near York Experience.
While Henry Labouchere was on duty
fa Washington he had a curious
ence on one of his visits to New York,
where he had been sent on diplomatic
business. One evening, his funds hav
ing run rather low, ho entered a second*
there. Let us see, the fast mail is due I saloon in a street off Broadway and!
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Ths answer seemed, to frighten her.
Paris Figaro,
here at’
My God! man/ I broke fa with hor
ror, ‘surely you don’t intend to wreck
the fast mail? Think of the lives that
will be lost if it runs off at that trestle?
and great beads of cold perspiration
stood ont on my forehead as 1 grasped
the full horror of tho situation.
“The trestle referred to was abont 100
yards north of the depot, and spanned a
very wide bnt shallow creek, .fully sev
enty-five feet below. I knew if No.
jumped the track on that trestle it meant
death to every person on board.
«'Jim/ cried the captain, ‘you remain
here and keep your eye on this fellow.
If he moves kill him. The remainder of
yon come and let’s get to work.’
“Then all except Jim followed the
captain ont-and soon 1 heard the metal
lic clink of the crowbar as it drew the
spikes from the rails.
“Oh, what could be donet
“My hands were bound so that I conld
not reach the key, and even if Itried the
outlaw behind me weald send a bullet
crashing through my brain. How conld
I warn the crew of No. 32 of the im
pending danger?
“The station ten miles above Rands re
ported No. 32 on time. Soon it would be
at Rands. Never did time pass so quickly.
It was now 10:37 o’clock and No. 32
must be coming into Rands. Suddenly
an inspiration flashed through me like
an electric shock. Why conld 1 not
warn No. 32 with my heel? In my lei
sore moments I had amused myself by
learning to send with my foot, never
dreaming that it would ever be an ad'
vantage to me.
“Iqnietly pushed open the keywith
my heel aud called *R’ three or four
times as fast as possible, when 1 was in
terrupted by the desperado.
“ ‘What air yon wiggling your foot
about on that table for?
'“My foot has become cramped, re
maining fa one position so long/ 1 re
plied, as carelessly as I conld, although
my heart was fa my throat.
“ Tm so sorry/ he said sarcastically.
I commenced calling ‘R’ again. It was
now 10:40 o’clock and No. 82 most have
left Rands.
“Too late! Too late. Oh, my God!
the agony of those momenta was terri
ble.
“Ah, some one broke me; ‘i-i-R.’
“ TJobbers are going to wreck No. 32
at trestle jnst north of her*
“I was ticking, when suddenly I re-
was mistaken by a gang of Irish-Ameri
cans inside for a truculent patriot known'
as The O’Meagher. At some personal!
risk he kept np the delusion and allowed;
the bold patriots to entertain him to ai
welcome dinner. He only managed^ *
however, to escape from them after con
siderable trouble, eventually giving?
them the slip by boldly calling at thdj
house of a perfect stranger, tellihg
the facts and asking him to be alio
to remain for an hour or two fa order
tire ont his new acquaintances, who;
were waiting for him outside the dooai
This so tickled the fancy of the gentle-1
man fa question that he insisted upon, 1
his visitor’s staying all night, and by!
the time he left the next day he num
bered his host among his firmest friends
friendship which exists at the pres
ent time.—Cor. New York World.
Angry Chameleons.
Whenvery angry or suddenly alarmed,
chameleons utter a squeak like a yonng
bird. My friend, the Rev. G. Fisher, of
Cape Town, an enthusiastic naturalist,
whose name is familiar to the visitor*
to the reptile house fa the London Zoo
gardens from the number and frequency
of his contributions there, informs me
that one day he was surprised to hear
loud squeaking and commotion fa an
adjoining room, where were some pet
chameleons, and going thither he found
that the disturbance really proceeded
from these small reptiles on account off
a cat, who was surveying them through
the wires. Cats, by the way, are their
dreaded enemies, who catch and devour
them whenever 'possible.—Cor. Forest
and Stream.
Woodwork In Art.
I see it stated that Herr Natter, the
distinguished Austrian sculptor, was fa
his youth a woodcarver, and by tha
practice of his humble craft rose to emi,
nence in the highest of the plastic arts.
Now, not a few of the best known art^
ists of this country have served a simii
lar apprentF iship. Sir Francis Chan-
trey, who died worth £100,000, rose from
the carving of ships’ figureheads, through
second class portrait painting, to quarry
fa the gold mine of his very respectably
if not transcendent talents. It is only
another illustration of the truth that fa
the real artist the medium is nothing-
nothing but a means to reach a highfa
•nd.-London Graphic. J
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