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rmsoN PHOTOGRAPHY* Slow Con virtu* Picture* arc Taken »nd I'renerved at Joliet —A tireat Alii In Kecapturlnif K«ra|»fd |*rl»oncr». In the center of the great prison yard, writes a Joliet correspondent of the St. L.>uis Globe-Democrat, stands a jx:<-uliar (r-abaped frame building with a white loof, an object of much curiosity to prison visitors, who ask to know what Ike place is used for. This building contains two rooms, the front one being used as a loafing place for extra guards while off duty. Its wa’ls arc completely covered with a medley of illustrations, thousands of them, that have been cut from such pajiers and periodicals as l’urk. The Judge, Harper's and Leslie's, and other journals. The clippings are neatly cut and pasted to the wall, by an ingenious little negro convict, who has charge of the place in •‘trusty.” A door in one corner leads to another room on the north—this room has high, bare, white walls, excepting an Immense skylight, which covers one-half of the ceiling. This » the prison photographic studio, wherein are registered the form and features of every prisoner that i sent to the Joliet prison, no matter what be his degree of crime. In this room he must take his place before the lightning camera of the prison artist. The room is fitted up with screens and curtains for reflecting the light down ujton a chair, which is fastened solidly to tho floor directly beneath the sky light. Tho rays of light are so strong that, should a prisoner prove unruly during the operation of having his pic ture taken, tho artist, at a favorable moment, can catch the truthful expres sion of the man’s features in the hun dredth part of a second by simply pres sing a button attached to the camera, which loosens the drop-shutter, causing It to flash across the lens. The result is an instantaneous portrait. S. W. Wet more, assistant clerk of tho prison, is *bo photographer who takes the convict pictures, and so far as can be ascertain ed he enjoys the distinction of being tho only exclusive prison photographer in the world. Tho authorities of several other prisons in this country have re cently commenced photographing their prisoners, but call in nn outside photo grapher to take the; pictures. On Jan. I, 18H4, Warden MeClaughry commen ced having the pictures of all new arri vals taken, in order to make the prison records more complete, and to furnish i reliable method for the future idc.nli jeation of professional criminals and escaped couvicts. The process in use at the prison is tho best that science has yet invented in piodcrn photography. The wet-plate k rocos.s is too slow and a thing of the past, and so arc drv-plulus, so far as orison photography is concerned. The Kastman paper negative and roller holder process is used exclusively at the prison. The roll of paper is prepared in tho same manner as a glass dry plate —i. 0., the gelatine silver emulsion is spread on the paper. Thu roll is then placed in a holder with a winding key at one end mid mi empty spool to re ceive the exposed paper at the other end of tho holder, the paper first passing behind the lens, and, as each picture is taken, is wound on the empty spool. In this way one roll of Kastman’s paper answers the purpose of ninety-eight glass dry-plates, 4x5 inches in size, for making cabinet pictures or, in other words, the artist can make the nega tives of ninety-eight people in succes sion without once leaving the side of his camera. The paper is then cut into the right lengths, developed, lived, and printed from, just the same as a dry plate, but the piqier is oiled after devel opment, to render it transparent. Tho photographic dark room at the prison is situated in the warden’s house, whore the convict negatives are careful ly tiled away, and indexed. Before tiling two prints are made from each negative. One oopp is given to tho re ceiving and discharging officer of the prison, for tho i>ur|H>se of identification, amt tho other is placed in the photo graph cabinet in the warden’s office, which already contains nearly two thousand couvicts' |H>rtrait& In case of an esca))o the negative of tho fugitive is at once hunted up, and in a few hours’ time several hundred copies of the man's photograph will bo sent broad cast through the mails for his re capture. A quick way of duplicating tho photo graphs now in use at the prison is by toe bromide of silver paper process. No Ntinlight is needed the printing is done by a gas-iet in the dark-room the print is thou developed and fixed. In this manner live hundred copies can be made from a single negative in one dav. William l’ile escaped from prison two years ago. Ho kept in the country, shunning towns and highways until lie had been gone for several weeks, finally hiring out as a farm hand way down in Central Illinois. One day, soon aftet his employer stmt him to town after a load of drain tile, giving him an order on the station agent for the tile. Tile went to the station and presented his order, but the moment the station agent laid his eyes upon tho man lit thought of s photograph of an escaped convict he hao received several weeks before. He took the picture from h j pocket and it fitted Pile exactly. The agent had Pile arrested and returned io Joliet, receiving the reward offered for his recapture- This was the first town l*ile had entered since his flight from the prison. It was your correspondent’s good for tune to visit tho prison on a recent date while the prison artist was engaged in taking the pictures of 152 new arrivals, —convicts who had arrived during July ami August —aud of witnessing tho modus operand! of reproducing their ••mugs” on paper. Everything was in readiness at 9:30 A. hi. The artist handed a list of names to a guard and requested him to bring in a gang of thirty or fortv new convicts from the chair-shop. The officer si*ou had the raw recruits in line and uarehed them across the yard to the gallery, where they were seated on a bench along the •rail in the outer room. Capt Luke, the receiving officer, then took the list of panics, and entering the operating-room —where all was ready, the camera and chair in position—called out the name of the first man on the list, and the guard picking out that man hustled him into the room. "Sit right down here. What's yer name? What's yer register number? ties that little red star on the wall? Place yer eyes on'tliat and don't move till I tell yer- hold up that head a lit tle,” While this volley was being fired into die cars of tho trembling convict, the captain grabbed the man by the shoulders squared nirn back in the chair, yanked his head around in the direction of the star on the wall, chuck ed him under the chin to elevate his head, and then nulling around a wood en arm attached to the head-rest, and eo taining a place in which to put some pasteboard figures to represent the prison number of the convict, pusltcu it against the man's chest, so that the number would show in the resulting ■detune All these manipulations were gone through with in a moment's time, and then came the ominous "click’’ of the instantaneous shutter on the camera the exposure was completed. A sec ond later and the captain yells: "Next!” And in cones another victim. They follow each other in rapid succe-sion, like sheep coming to a shearing. The faces that came before the ■•ani era during the few hours your corres pondent was present would have been a study for the student of human nature, especial!)’ if he had a penchant for phy siognomy. Criminals of all ages from the boy of 15 to the gray-haired old offender of HO, the sly pickpocket, the dangerous bur glar, the scientific safe-blower, the adroit sneak-thief, tiie clever confidence bilk, the embezzling clerk, the man of too many wives, and the red-handed murderer, all were there, with sentences ranging from one year to the life term. They all had to faee the camera— though much against their will—and leave their features recorded there. Tlic Gloucester Fishing Fleet. From nn article by Franklin I>. North, In the October Century , we quote this incident: "There is always great rival ry among the vessels of the fishing licet, for the skipper who catches tho most fish is ‘high-lino,’ a title of no little consequence on the Banks as well as on Cape Ann. Tho attributes of a ‘high lino’ man are iron nerve, fearlessness, ay, recklessness or a perfect contempt for danger or death itself. No doubt there is such a factor as luck that goes to make tip that sum of qualities which, taken together, produce this sjKscimen of manhood; but it is not counted upon, and is that description of luck that at tends the hero of a hundred hotly con tested fields, in all of which ho reckless ly exposes himself. It is said that tho greatest ‘high-line’ of tho haddocking fleet between a January and a May landed HOO,OOO fish of all kinds, valued at s‘2-1,300. Each of his crew of four teen men received nearly eighty dollars per month after all expenses were paid, "The struggle for the honor of •high line,’ besides encouraging tho ‘Banker’ to battle with tho tempest, sometimes necessitates a resort to subterfuge in order to prevent another from dividing a school of fish with him. Thus a Georges skipper who has struck fish, if aeon, will be beset by others passing to and fro on the Banks, and, unless he misleads the new-comer, his success will bo greatly interfered with. Therefore, the crow of a vessel that is being rapid ly filled with tish will sometimes bo ordered to pull tu their lines and desist when a sail Is made out coming up. The fish are quickly thrown into the hold and tho crow ordered to man the windlass, ns if preparing to leave their anchorage in disgust. “ ‘Are you getting any fish?’ comes from the skipper of the stranger as lie brings his vessel up into the wind. •No. gruffly and sarcastically shouts backs tho other skipper, ‘l’m getting my anchor!’ At this the stranger generally sheers off and squares away for pastures new and less sterile. "The crow of tho anchored vessel heave away at the windlass as if they intended to leave, and thus keep up tho delusion. But the aneitor is not dis turbed, for their shrewd skipper is pay ing out the cable as fast as they heave it through the hawse-hole. "When the mackerel fleet fished with hand-lines the pursuit- of this industry xvas often attended with much excite ment Occasionally, when massed to gether in great fleets, the vessels carried away their mahi-booms, bowsprits, jib booms, and sails by collision in what might not inappropriately be called a hand-to-hand encounter, and when the lnaiHrtivro of ‘lee-bowing’ was the order of tho day. A licet of sixty odd sail descry a schooner whose crew are heav ing and pulling their lines. Tho glisten ing scales of the tish sparkle in the sun light The fleet as one vessel turns quickly on its heel, and there is a neck and-neek race for the school. The first that arrives rounds to under the 100 of the fortunate craft, tho crew heaving the toll-bait with no niggard hands. The new arrival now shakes up into the wind close under tho lee-bow of the lish eatehing vessel. The fish forsake the latter and fly at the lines of the new comer. Now comes up the balance of the fleet, and each vessel on its arrival performs the same matneuvre and lee bows its predecessor. Those to tho windward, forsaken by the tish, push their way through their neighbors, till away, and round to under the bows of those to leeward. The hoarse bawling of the skippers to their crews, the im precations of those who have boon run down and left hors de combat, vend the air, while the crows setting and lower ing sail and hauling tish freely exchange with each other language not to tie found iu any current religious w'ork.” Anatomically a Failure. There’s an actor in town who has t> great many admirers among the fail sex. 1 put it thus vaguely because ever; actor in town will think l mean him. until he gets to the cud of the starv. when he will know I mean somebody else. The actor of whom 1 s)>eak is a very handsome fellow and has some pardonable pride in his shape, lie has dazzled several of the impressionable fair sex by his costuming and his tine stage appearance. He was once plny in a part in which tho dress was cut very low up. and very high down, and his limbs were exposed to the naked eye. A popular doctor was in the mnii once, and after the performance was giving his opinion of the people. • What do you think of ?” some body asked. "Well. I like well enough. Dramatically and artistically he is re markably good. Anatomically he i~ a failure.”— San Francisco Chronicle. WIT AND HtJMOR. There arc some things a man never finds out, an< one of them is tho fellow to whom he owes a bill.— Few Haven .Sews. 'Jrnmp f have lost an arm. sir: will Fasser-by (In great haste)—Sorry, but 1 haven't seen anything of it Few York Sun. It is -aid that a St Louis man can jump from the highest eminence without injury. 11 is ears act as parachuijs. — Few Haven News. In Kentucky they spell it whisky; elsewhere it is spelled whiskey. '1 hev drink it with more E’s than they sj>ell it in Kentucky.— Boston Herald. A young lady bookkeeper who has just married says that there shall be no side door to her houjje. She proposes to keep her husband on the single-entry system. —Hurlinylon Free Press. Scene, front door. Time, 12 o'clock Sunday night: She—Say, George, when are you coming again? He —O, I’ll Iso here Monday night She—Say, George, can’t you come before Monday?— Life. The superiority of man to nature is continually illustrated. Nature needs an immense quantity of quills to make a goose with; but a man can make a goose of himself with one.— Shoe and Leather Ilcporter. Now that the cockroach fights have been invented, with all the exciting ac cessories of a prize-ring contest, there is no reason why the sporting editor should leave his desk to witness a mill. —Harwich Bulletin. “1 hate that man!” exclaimed Mrs. Uppercen. "I’d like to make his life miserable!" "Tell you what,” said her husband warmly, "i’ll send the villain an invitation to your musicale. We’ll torture him!” — Burdette. "What about stockings?” demands a fashion paper. If the bold, bad editor who asks such a question in public print will excuse tho burning blushes of liis daily contemporary we would timid ly suggest g-rt-ts. — Burdette. The Major (rocking Nelly on his knee for Aunt Mary's sake) —"I suppose this is what you like, Nelly?” "Yes, it’s very nice. But I rode on a real donkey yesterday—l mean one with four legs, you know.” — Few York Sun. “Your conference meets soon, I be lieve?” remarked a prominent Allegheny Methodist to another. "Yes," was the reply. “Will your minister remain with you?" "Yes, he lias signed with us for another year.”— l‘Utsbunj Chron icle. Bertie —"Mr. Schuyler, are you a very strong man?” Schuyler—"No, not very strong, Bertie.” Bertie—" What did pa mean, then, when ho told sister at tho breakfast table to-day that he saw you with a heavy load on last night?”— The Judge. "I never intended you to return me that $5, my dear fellow,” said he. “I want you to consider it a gift." "No, no,” said the other. “1 am honest about paying my debts; and besides I may strike you for #lO next week." — The Judge. An American base-ball player was in Belfast when the riot broke out, and he saw clubs flourishing and heard pistols popping, ho began to grow homesick. When the excitement subsided, lie asked u stranger if the umpire had escaped.— Norristown Ilerahl. “See here, my friend,” said an East ern man to a Western citizen, “you are a little too fresh for this section of the country. You had better take a drop.” "Thanks. Make it same’s last, Mr. Barkoep," replied the Westerner, wiping his mouth. — Few York Times. Mother—“ Here, dear husband, is the dressmaker’s. 1 have let her our daugh ter a new costume to make. She looks therein enchanting, and will presently a husband therein hunt up.” Father— "So —ami how much cost then this— hunting costume?"— Fliegende Blaettcr. Customer (to waiter) —You don’t charge 50 cents for canned lokstcr, do you? Waiter—Yes, sah; dat’s do price. Customer —But I can get them fresh at this season for less than that. Waiter — I don’t know how ’tis, sah; I s’posc it costs somethin’ to can ’em.— New York Times. "My dear.” said a Concord lady to lor husband, "if you do not make hasto xvc shall bo late to the School of Philo sophy. Aren’t you nearly ready?" “1 Vill be ready,” replied the husband, who is not much of a philosopher, “just j.s soon as 1 can find my chestnut boll.” — Few York Sun. One of the old-timers (loq.)—"Sonny, what time do hit say de ’scurdgcon train start?" Young one—"Eighter clock.” Old-timer —"Morniu’ or cbe nln’?” Young ono (reading) —"8 a. m.” Old-timer (sternly)—“Boy, don’t Vv.u trifle long o’ me. Mornin’ or cbe nii/e”—Harper's Young Folks. Young lady (to turnkey)—Can I take tfee.se flowers iu to tho prisoners, sir? Turnkey—Yes, mem; the thieves and pickpockets will be glad to get ’em. They dotes on flowers. But they ain’t xio murderers in now, mem. The last ore was pardoned out yesterday. Young lady—O, I’m so sorry.— Few York Times. Customer (to bartender) —My physi cian tells me that I must drink nothing but a little gin with plenty of milk. Have you got any fresh, pure milk. Bartender -Sorry, sir, but wo haven’t a drop. Customer (in a disappointed tone) —Is that so:’ Well, gimme some gin. I must do tho best! can. — New York Sun. Head of the house —"Where’s the pitcher ot beer?” Boy—" Ma’s clothes got on lire and I grabbed up the beer and threw it on her to put out the flames.” Head of the house—“l want pou to understand that beer costs money. Auytxxly’d think you was born with a gold spoon in your mouth.” — Tid-Dits. A well-dressed countryman stopped at the entrance of the l’etroleum Ex change on lower Broadway and gazed inside with considerable interest. A broker on the lookout for commissions said to him cordially: "Are you iu oil, sir?" "No. mister.” said the country man, moving away. "I'm no sardine." Harrier's Baiar. IV' Baggs —Bagiev blind! Impossible! 1\- Kaggs My dear sir. 1 saw him last Sunday in his pew with an absolutely expressionless face while Deacon Sinoueb was trying to attract his alien tion. De a contribution box? My clear chump, that kind of blindness attacks him once a we*-k. — Philadelphia Call. Boarder —“Mrs. Finnigan, what is this?” Boarding-house mistress—“A chicken, sir.” “O, it is, eh? I thought maybe it was a reed-bird.” “I-n’t it good, Mr. Baker? i stuffed it with bread and onions, and the nicest lilliug wliat I would have stuffed it with?” “No: with what?” “Another chicken.” —Philadelphia Call. De Baggs—l'm a wretched man, Bagley. Jam afflicted with insomnia and Id'*: is getting to be a burden. Bag let’ —Nonsense! there are plenty of cures for that. I)e Baggs (desp liring ly) Yes, 1 know there are, but I've tried them all without effect. Igo to church regularly and even there I can't go to sleep. riuuiiL/jilttit Call. Anxious Mother “it was after 9 o’clock when Clara came down to break fast this morning, and the poor girl didn't look well at all. Jler system needs toning up. Wiiat do you think of iron?” Father —"Good idea.” Mother -“What kind of iron had she better take?” Father—“ She had better take a Hat iron.”— Artv York Sun. The striking mania reached a colored preacher in a town in Mississippi, the other day, and he arose before his con gregation and said: “Chil’en, I’se bin try in’ hard to preach de gospel on £2 a week, and I’ze got discouraged. You has either got to raise de salary to $3 or I’ze gwine to go out an’ skirmish fur hogs an' chickens ’long wid de res’ of you an’ take my chances of gwine to heaven.” By an unanimous vote of the congregation it was decided to con tinue the salary at $3 and let him skirm ish. — Wall Street Acids. Every Day Apple Pies. A green apple pie with light flaky crust that holds without any leakage while baking, its sugary, spicy juices, makes a toothsome dessert, but to my certain knowledge there are house keepers, good housekeepers too, of forty year’s standing, who resort to the ex pedient of stewing their apples before making pies, thus losing the delicious flavor and jellied layers of pics filled with slices of raw apple, because they are disgusted with having the juicy goodness of such pies boil over while baking, with a big smoke and scorch on the oven’s bottom. If there is anything that will wet blanket a cook's courage it is to hear the sharp sizzle of escaping boiling pie juice, and—unless one has experience and skill in the manipulation of pie crust —boil and sizzle and smoke its juice will from the time a fat cheeked green apple pie is shoved into baking quarters, till it leaves them flattened and smoothed with its leakage of good ness. We have read the newspapers, and we have tried all resorts; binding the pie’s edges with cloth, puttying up the cracking seams with spatted wads of dough, and by making the pie crust so tough that even boiling hot juices could not penetrate it to escape; and now, after an experience of'twenty years, we have settled on this method for making every day apple pics, with crust as liffht and nourishing as bread, and ye* whose flavor and sweetness and juice* will be held and not be candied in a sticky scorch on ttie bottom of the oven Three cupfuls of thick sour milk, one cupful of sour cream or one-third cup ful of butter, one large teaspoonful of soda, one-fourtli teaspoonful of salt, and flour enough to make a stiff dough. This quantity is suflicient to make six largo pies or eight small ones. Line the plates with crust and before fillinp them with sliced apples, put into eacn plate two tablespoonfuls of sugar, ono of flour and what spice you intend for the pie. Thoroughly mix these am, spread evenly over bottom crust After the plates are tilled with apple, add one tablespoonful of molasses. Roll dough for upper crusts and spread on each, thin shavings of lard o* butter. Thickly sprinkle over this and roll lightly. Trace a pretty vine and slash tiny holes for steam to escape. Cover, without wetting edges, pressing them closely together. Just before baking, dask cold water over top crust, enough to thoroughly wet flour. Bake slowly three-fourths of an hour if ap ple is hard and unripe. When done, with a tiny nosed toy tea pot, pour into the pie through one of the slashes in crust, two tablespoonfuls of boiling water. With reasonable care, there is no need of mutilating or soaking unsightly places in top crust. We think it a great improvement placing sugar and flour below apple in stead of above it. There is less danger of escaping juice and the apple is thor oughly cooked and deliciously flavored and jollied with the spicy, thickened syrup boiling up through it ’ This crust, being nearly as digestible and wholesome as bread, wo are not afraid to aliow our small children a generous cut from such pies, and they are not slow in claiming it — Clai'issa Cotter, in Good Housekeeping. Mike Was Dad. “Mrs. Murphy, do yez remember the time whin that son Moike of yours toied the dure of our shanty one mam in’, and Dinny had to go to worruk through the chimbly?” “Dade, and oi do. Wasn’t it mesilt that whaled him fur't wid all the stringth oi had in mo hand?” “An’ do yez call to rnoind the tim whin that same Moike did be puttin our baby in the coal-bucket an’ hatig iu’ av him up in the p’ach three in the front yarrud?” "Arrah, now, an’ wasn’t it his own father that broke his cane to shplinthcrs over ’is boick fur that thrick?” “An’ have yez in mind the cpisody whin he put the red pimjgr on the par lor sthove, when me daughter Bridget married Patsy Raffertv?” “Be nisy wid ye. ft wor meself share as held the b'y while ’is father played •St. Pathrick's Day’ an ’ini wid a bid shlat. Phwat do yez be coinin' at?” “Well, oive just found a soign over me dare which sez on it •Chinasc Laun dry’ wid some baste av a hay then name to top, and oi cem over in all nayborli ness to ax vez if you couldn’t kindly whale the divil out av Moike wid a crowbar.”— Merchant Traveler. THE PRINCE OF WALES. Ilis Extraordinary Power iu Social Circles* But it is certain tnat the Prince of Wales holds a position in London so ciety that so far as I know, is not paralleled in the case of any other royal personage in Europe. The late French emperor, Louis Napoleon, and possibly George IV., when prince regent, pos sessed the same social power, but I doubt even in these instances the in fluence that those potential as that of the successor of the last named prince. The Prince of Wales is literally and em phatically the king of English society. What he smiles upon is accepted and what he frowns upon is rejected. His dominations extends from the social world to that of the theaters. The en tertainment or the performer that he honors with his patronage and that of his wife may not, indeed, be sure of suc cess, but the withholding of that pa tronage most assuredly means failure. It is the same in all other matters, artistic or social, for with literary mat ters his highness has never been known to meddle. Some years ago lie paused at a picture exhibition before a painting by a lady hitherto comparatively un known to fame and praised it highly. He afterward, I think, bought the work in question. The artist at once became not only celebrated, but the rage. It was Miss Elizabeth Thompson, now Mrs. Butler, who had thus been wafted to fame and fortune by a breath from the lips of royalty. His royal highness is undoubtedly fond of American society, and 1 do not think that it is an appropriate act for Americans in general to find fault with him for so doing. I should rather say that there in he shows his good taste. And do these American critics under stand the reason of this partiality? It is a very simple one, and is readily re vealed. The truth is merely this: American society is amusing. English society, as a rule, is not The severe rules of caste that govern the latter ex clude much that is perfectly innocent and proper that adds largely to social enjoyment For instance, it was a long time before the german, with its gaycty and animation, its picturesque figures and frequent changes of partners, was considered at all allowable in England. I think it is a good deal frowned upon in the highest circles even yet Then English girls are taught to maintain a decorous silence in society and to do nothing that can in any way attract at tention to them. American society girls arc accustomed to talk brightly and amusingly. They are bred to en tertain guests and to make themselves agreeable from the hour they cease to be children. Young English girls are awed into stony reverence at the aspect of royalty. The breath of our republic has put such spirit into the veins of our fair maidens that they are not to be scared speechless by the good-natured face of the heir to the British throne. They talk to him agreeably and pleas antly, as they do to all the other gen tlemen that they meet- Then many American society ladies are endowed with some special and carefully culti vated talent, either for music or recita tion, or for telling amusing stories. And English society eagerly greets such talents as means of amusement. — Lon don Cor. r/iiladelphia Cress. r ear nues not aoasoiu In fact, the feeling of fear can not be subdued. It is an irresistible emotion that depends upon our organization, and one which all the most logical rea sonings can not change. Nothing is more true than the common saying that fear does not reason; and it is remark able how little eflicacy intelligence and its efforts have to arrest its effects. I know a highly intelligent person, with a strong and clear mind, who believes he would be lost if he had to go into a boat Yet the sea is smooth, the course is short, and the boat stanch. Excel lent reasoning, but it does not take hold of him. His emotion is stronger than all the arguments you can invent, how ever irreproachable they may be, no matter how fully the poltroon may re cognize their force, llow many chil dren there are who do not dare to cross in the night the garden where they have played all day, where they know there is no danger, and where they will not lose sight of the lights in the house! An instance out of my own experience will go to show how fear does not rea son. About ten years ago. when 1 was in Baden, near the Black Forest, 1 was in the habit of walking alone in the evening till late in the night The se curity was absolute, and I knew very well that there was no danger; and, as long as I was in the open field or on the road, I felt nothing that resembled fear. But to go into the forest, where it was so dark that one could hardly see two steps ahead, was another thing. I en tered resolutely, and went in for some twenty paces; but, in spite of myself, the deeper I plunged into the darkness the more a fear gained possession of me which was quite incomprehensible. I tried in vain to overcome the unreason able feeling, and I may have walked on in this way for about a quarter of an hour. But there was nothing pleasant about the walk, and I could not help feeling relieved when I saw the light of the sky through a gap in the trees, and it required a strong effort of the will to keep from pressing toward it. My fear was wholly without cause. I knew it, and yet I felt it as strongly as if it had been rational. Some time after that adventure, I was traveling at nijght, alone with a guide in whom I had uo confidence, in the mountains of Leba non. The danger there was certainly much greater than around Baden, but 1 felt no fear. Charles llichet, in l.opular Science Monthly. For Handsomest! Cheapest! Best IRON ROOFING, SIDING, CEILING, Ecnd for Xl!nstrat«d Catalogue and Prices of CIXCXXXATI ;Q) count; GATING CO. FOR SALE. A Six Colnmn Weekly Newspaper, it has a very good advertising and anboe rip tion pat rouage and the oniv paper in the county: it is the official organ for the legal advertising of the county. Type, press and good will sold on reasonable terms; polities Democratic. The paper is located in northeast Mississippi. For’ full information address, Joukdok. Care of Plowboy Co., Eastpoiut, Ga. TIREO OUT! 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