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JOSHUA JONES, PUBLISHER.
VOL. I.
Three Kisses of Farewell.
Three, only three, my darling,
Separate, solemn,slow;
Not like the swift and joyous ones
We used to know
When we kissed because we loved each other,
Simply to taste love’s sweet,
And lavished our kisses as the summer lav¬
ished heat.
But as they kiss whose hearts are wrung
When hope and fear are spent
And nothing is left to give except
A sacrament.
First of the three, my darling,
Is sacred unto pain;
We have hurt each other ofteD,
We shall again.
When we pine because we miss each other,
And do not understand
How the written words are so much colder
Than eye or hand.
I kiss thee, dear, for all such pain
Which we may give or take;
Buried, forgiven before it comes
For our love’s sake.
The second kiss, my darling,
Is full of joy’s sweet thrill;
We have blessed each other always;
W e alway will.
We shall reace until wo feel each other,
Past all of time and space;
We shall listen till we hear each other
In every place.
The earth is full of messengers,
Which love sends to and fro;
I kiss thee, darling all for joy
Which we shall know.
The last kiss, O, my darling,
My love, I cannot sea
Through my tears, as I remember
What it may be.
We may died and never see each other,
Die with no time to give
Any sign that our hearts are faithful
To die, as live.
Token of what they will not see
Who soe our parting breadth,
This one last kiss my darling, seals
The kiss of death.
—Saxe Holmes.
RIDING- TO DEATH.
My name is Morgan Grenoble and
today I have reached the turning point
of my thirtieth year.
People say that I look “odd,” with
almost snow white hair, and wonder
how it came to be thus to one so
young.
Eight years ago, come the 29th of
this very month, I stood at the altar
with Laura Comstock.
I was a telegraph operator and was
stationed at Wayburg, a station twen¬
ty miles from Stockton, and at the
terminus of the then D. G. & C. R.
railway.
Returning from our honeymoon I
left my wife in Stockton and proceed¬
ed to Wayburg, intending to remain
at my old post until relieved, which I
thought would be in a few days, as my
offered resignation had been accepted
at headquarters.
The engineer on the “up” train was
Mark Moore, a rather handsome young
fellow, who had been my rival for the
hand of the woman I called my wife.
When the train stopped at More¬
land’s I alighted from the passenger
coach and walked forward to the en¬
gine. Mark was busily engaged oiling
the machinery.
“How are you, Morgan?” he said,
as he espied me, and held out his
hand.
His disappointment seemed to have
left him and he was very pleasant.
“Going to Wayburg?” he asked.
“Yes. ”
“Just get in with me, then,” he
said.
I replied that I would do so, and
when the train moved away I was oc¬
cupying a seat in the engine, chatting
with the engineer.
“One hardly notices the ascent, but
the descent is an entirely different
thing. I was thinking, Morgan, what
a terrible thing it would be if an en¬
gine, with full power on, were to be¬
come unmanageable at the top of the
grade and dash away.”
I shuddered.
“And if a man bent on revenge were
to place a fellow creature bound on
the engine, what a terrible death he
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would hasten to, with almost lightning
rapidity."
“Suppose the engino should en¬
counter the C--passenger?”
“Then death would spread his wings
over the spot of the collision,’’
I had no desire to pursue tho con¬
versation further, but he persisted in
it, ami I was greatly relieved wlieu the
train ran into Waybnrg.
The following night was dark and
tempestuous, and I alone occupied the
station, watching tho little machine
before me.
fiffiat day a new cugine had arrived
and Mark Moore had been put in
.
charge of it.
From two o’clock in the afternoon
to five I saw him moving about tho en-'
gine.
Until ten I watched the little ma¬
chine. Then Mark opened tho door
and stepped into the small apartment.
“Are you receiving a despatch,
Morgan?’’ ho asked.
“No, Mark; why do you ask?”
“Because if you are not I wish you
would leave the clicker a bit and come
and look at my Red Bird by lantern
light. I am going to run down grade
to Chalmers, reverse the engine and
run back. Tho train will not bo due
here for an hour, and I can go to
Chalmers and return within twenty
minutes. ”
We walked into the great temporary
shed where the new and beautiful en¬
gine stood, ready to run off at tho
command of its master.
“I dare not be so long absent from
my post at this hour, Mark.”
“Pooh, man, there’s no danger.
You must go with me.”
“But I cannot, Mark.”
He put his lantern on the ground
and then sprang erect.
“You shall, Morg Grenoble!” he
cried, and before I could answer him,
he dashed me to the earth and jilantcd
his knees on my breast.
“Not a word out of you, Morg,” he
said, fiercely, producing a rope. “I’ll
tell you what I’m going to do. You
know we were discussing the conse¬
quence attending the rush of a mad¬
dened engine down the grade. I reck¬
on I won’t go to Chalmers, but will
send you clear to the bottom of the
grade.”
“Mark Moore, you are mad,” I said.
“Would you murder me in cold blood
and others who are coming up on the
11.10 passenger?”
“Yes,” he said coldly.
I might have resisted, but resistance
would have availed me nothing, for I
was constitutionally weak while he was
a lion.
“Now for the ride to death!” he
cried, lifting me up and bearing me
into the little engine room.
Again I pleaded for mercy; but as
well might I have pleaded to stone,
for he met my prayers with taunts.
“What will it profit you, Mark,” I
asked, “to wreak your vengeance on
me? The hounds of justice will run
you to earth, and you will suffer for
your crime.”
“What care I?”
“There!” he said, at last, as he
closed the furnace door. “Everything
is ready for your ride. You’ll go
right through Stockton; but I reckon
you won’t have time to stop to speak
to loving Laura. Goodby, Morg;
write when you get to the foot of the
grade.”
The engine was moving and he leap¬
ed off
“May heaven have mercy on your
soul, Mark Moore 1” I shouted after
him.
The grade between Wayburg and
Chalmers was quite steep, and before
I reached the little town the speed of
the Red Bird and its tender seemed to
rival that of the telegraph.
The towns, with their glimmering
lights, appeared and were gone in a
flash.
The manner in which I was bound
permittod mo to look out of tho win¬
dow.
I did so, and Stookton, tho home of
my wife, greeted me with its many
lights.
Ahead, I saw many people waiting
for tho 11.10 passenger.
The next moment I was carried past
them.
I saw their astonished faces, and
heard a piercing shriek.
I recognized tho voice as my wife’s,
There was one hope for me—just
one.
Perhaps the operator at Stockton
had telegraphed down the grade, and,
thus warned, tho coming train would
switch, and save its passengors from
death.
Looking out, I saw far ahead tho
glaring headlight of tho southern
train.
To me it looked as though it stood
ou my track. Evidently tho train had
not been warned.
Suddenly I heard a man shout,
“Stand back 1” and then, crash!—all
was dark!
“Is ho injured much?” somebody
asked.
Sympathizing faces bent over ino,
and a surgeon was examining iny
wounds.
The ties stopped the engine,” said
the surgeon. “We received a tele¬
from Stockton, informing us
that the new engine was rushing down
the grade. The southern train was
switched off upon its arrival here, and
we set to work to pile innumerable ties
on tho track, which, thank heaven,
chocked your mad career.”
“Telegraph to Stocktou,” I said,
“to my wife.”
It seemed as though every bone in
my body was broken, and I cannot tell
how I ever survived through tho pros¬
tration that followed.
But I did, toffiud my hair rivalling
the spotless purity of tho snow, and
crow’s feet on my youthful forehead.
My rival was never tried, for the
third day following his arrest ho was
conveyed to an asylum, a hopeless
maniac.—Boston Globe.
A Canine Boll Lover.
Tho latest sensation in Birmingham
(England) is the doll snatching dog.
The animal is the property of a lady
who resides at Small Heath, and some
time ago one of her little girls was
. very fond of inducing the dog to carry
her doll, and the animal acquired quite
a passion for relieving the child of her
precious chargo. The dog would carry
the doll about for hours, and often
times take it to his kennel and lie
down beside it for the greater part of
the day. He never harmed the doll,
always gripping its clothes, and not
defacing it in the slightest. Up to a
certain point its tendencies were pro¬
ductive of unadulterated fun, and so
popular did the dog become that the
children of tho neighborhood fre¬
quently came to its owner’s houso with
the query, “Please, Mrs. —, can your
dog come and take my doll for a
walk?” But by degrees the animal’s
healthy affection for dolls developed
into an absolute passion, and now a
more unpopular quadruped does not
exist in the whole suburb. Not con¬
tent with carrying a doll when re¬
quested to do so, the animal com¬
menced to prowl about the neighbor¬
hood and forcibly deprive stray chil¬
dren of their treasured pets. When¬
ever and wherever he saw a doll in a
child’s arms he would stealthily walk
up to her, seize the prize and run off
with it to bis kennel. On a single day
he has been known to bring four cap¬
tures home, and the maternal indigna¬
tion of the neighborhood is something
terrible to contemplate.—Birmingham
Daily Mail.
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In preparing fiis father’s biography
Lord Tennyson will be obliged to
read abont 50,000 letters.
Lesson From the Far East.
In Japan there lives a native scholar
and writer than whom no one has dono
more toward introducing education
and civilization into his country. Ro
peatedly lio lias refused both titles
and remunerative offices.
This man had never sought for
wealth, but ho had acquired during a
long life of usefulness a modoruto
sum for his support in later years—
about ten thousand dollars in our
money. When tho war with China
broke out, ho at once gave this money
to his government as his contribution
toward tho war expenses, saying that
individuals must make sacrilices for
tho cause of patriotism.
This splendid example of love for
tho native land illustrates the intensi¬
ty of the patriotic spirit in Japan.
The general absence of this unselfish*
ness in China has been one cause of
j Jer ,j e f oa t t Office lias been used to
satisfy personal greed. Tho govern
j meht has been feared and cheated, not
loved and strengthened.
A Japauese student in this country,
talking with an American, said naively,
“In Jap\n I was a Christian; hero
I do not know what I am. I do not
understand your young men. They
do not want to do anything for tho
country. They want to make money,
or get in Congress, or marry rich
widows and go to Europe. In Japan
every yohng man wants to do some¬
thing for the country.”
Devotion to tho general good, ear¬
nestness in advocating what is for tho
intorest of all rather than for that of
the class or individual, willingness to
give one’s own time and trouble to ad¬
vance needed reform—those are qual¬
ities that should bo universal. In them
lies tho hope of tho future.—Youth’s
Companion.
The Misplaced Advertisement.
A Norwood Avenue man who is for¬
tunate enough to own the house ho
lives in was surprised on going homo
to dinner one day last week to Bee a
“For Sale” sign conspicuously dis¬
played on the veranda, with the name
of a prominent real estate firm us a
guarantee of good faith. “I’ll call
these fellows down good and hard,”
said he to his wife. “They have no
business muking a blunder of that
kind.”
“Oh, papa,” exclaimed his littlo
five-year-old girl, who came into the
room at that moment, “wo’vo had so
much fun today. Wo found a big sign
across the street, and we brought it
home and put it on our veranda. And
it’s a real pretty sign, too, and we’re
going to keep it.”—Buffalo (N. Y.)
Courier.
An Enthusiast.
It is common enough to find men ol
science making experiments on ani¬
mals, but it is not often that we hoar
of a learned professor making experi¬
ments on himself. A French natural¬
ist, Professor Felix Plateau, has been
making a series of studies on tho col¬
ors of animals, and he wished to find
out whether tho magpie moth was, as
has often been affirmed, an instance of
“warning color.” In jp> thorough a
manner did he carry out his researches
that he not only caused other animals
to eat the caterpillars, but ate them
himself, “after some naturul hesita¬
tion. ” The flavor, wo are glad to say,
proved to be pleasant, and no evil con¬
sequences followed from his strange
meal.—Westminster Gazette.
Sure He Could Afford It.
Sweet Girl—Papa says you cun’t af¬
ford to marry.
Ardent Youth—Nonsense ; I can get
a preacher to perform the ceremony
for $2.
Sweet Girl—Can you? How foolish
pajia is?—New York Weekly.
Ezra Beaman Newton of Harvard,
Mass., the oldest Shaker in the coun¬
try, is 100 years old. •
ONE DOLLAR PEN ANNUM-
NO. 19.
Manufacture of Eyelets. •
An interesting business is that of
making tho little eyelets so necessary
. io lacing shoes. To one who does not
understand their manufacture, tho la
hor making them is .complicated,
A. certain firm does not make those
which turn yellow and brassy with age,
their specialty is to make tho so
called “fast-color” eyelets which does
hot wear yellow nor old ago make
i brassy.• This is accomplished by n
patent prpooss by which tho eyelets
,i re coverod with a preparation of cel
luloid which never wears oil, and the
Ib'in have also patented a process by
I which hooks over the upper holes aro
made so as not to cut tho strings.
This celluloid preparation is not ex¬
pensive, adding only 21 fonts to the
cost of a pair of shoes.
Tho plaut was started in a modest
way nearly two years ago in tho’base¬
ment of the building. Tho basement
of tho building is used to make the
eyelets, and they turn them out by
the millions during tho year. In the
next floor aro the skilled machinists,
who are engaged in cuttiug the div j s
which cut out tho eyelets from the
copper. These aro cut and counter¬
sunk to a great degree of nicety. In
another room there are the dozen or
more young women who patiently and
with great caro pick over and sort tho
littlo oyelots and throw out all imper¬
fect ones. This requires bright eyes
and more patience than tho average
mortal possesses, ns the eyelets are’as¬
sorted one by one and the slightest
imperfection in any one of them con¬
demns it.
Tho eyelets are made in several col¬
ors, black for tho most sedate go-to
meeting shoos and brown to match
tho gaudy russet.—Springfield Repub¬
lican.
The Vanilla Plant.
Tho vanilla bean, says Dr. F. H.
Kuowlton in Popular Science News,
lias no connection with tho bean fam¬
ily, but is tho product of a sweet
scented, climbing orchid, vanilla plan
ifolia, a native of Mexico and tropical
America. It climbs over trees and
shrubs, while retaining connection
with the soil, has a thick, fleshy stem
and leaves, and a short spiko of green¬
ish-white, sweet-smelling flowers. It
is propagated by cuttings set in a well
drained and prepared soil, eighteen,
inches deep composed of rich loam,
sand and leaf mould in equal parts.
The flowers are fertilized by a pecu¬
liarly constructed moth which visits
the flower for the nectar, it being im¬
possible for the pollen to reach the
stigma without aid. When the plant
was first introduced into tho West and
East Indies, although growing vigor¬
ously no pods were produced, this
moth being absent, and artificial pol
leftation was resorted to with success.
The vanilla plant flowers the second
year, and matures the third or fourth.
The pods reach full size in a month,^
but requiro six months to ripen. In
curing, they are allowed to ferment
slightly, exposed to the sun between
woollen blankets and kept in tight tin
boxes at night sometimes pressed with
oily fingers, and d»ied again in the
sun. The process varies in different
countries, but when completed—in
two or three months—the pods are of
a rich chocolate color, dry and pliable.
In bundles of fifty they are packed in
air-tight tin boxes. The essence is ex¬
tracted by prolonged soaking in alco¬
hol—a half-pound of pod.s a gallon
of sixty per cent alcohol. New York,
London Rnd Baris are the vanilla mar¬
kets of the world.
How They Love Each Other.
Maude—Ethel, how cau I stop
Tom’s infatuation for me?
Ethel—You might marry him.
The present area of Chicago is with¬
in a few square yards of 187 1-2 square
miles.