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If I Knew.
If I knew the box where the smiles are kept,
No matter how large the key hard
Or strong the bolt. I would iry so —
‘T would open, I know, for me.
Then over the land and sea, broadcast,
I’d scatter the smiles to play, hold thorn
That the children’s faces might
fast
For many and many a day.
If I knew a box that was large enough
To hold all the frowns I meet.
I would like to gather them, every one,
From nursery, school and street;
Then, folding an I holding. I'd pack them in,
And, turning the monster key,
I’d hire a giant to drop the box
To the depths of the deep, deep sea. ript.
—Boston Trans
Sailing Away.
Sailingawav with the wind abeam,
Ami the wide, wide sea before!
Sailing away in a lover’s dream
To the port of the golden shore;
Idle bauds on the rudder bands,
Hope In the sunrise fair, sea-bird white
And hearts as light as the
Afloat In the morning air.
Love, in the dawn of that far-off time,
Did you guess of the weary way?
Dearest, when life seemed a summer rhyme,
Could we tell where we went astray?
Silent tears through the coming years,
Darkness for you and me.
An i doubt and dread of the wilds ahead
Fell chilled as we sailed a-sea.
Sailing ashore with a waning wind
On the glass of a dreaming tide,
Leaving th<* dark of the deep behind
For the light of the other side;
Loosen hands from the rudder bands!
Ah! to the margin foam golden sand—
Comes breath of land o'er the
On! sweet is our welcome home!
—Nashville American.
Tempered.
When stern occasion calls for war.
Anil tlie trumpets shrill anil day pea),
Forces and armories ring all
With the fierce clash of sieel.
The bla les are heated in the flame,
And beaten hard, an.l beaten well,
To make them firm and good; pliable,
Their ago anil temper
Then tough and sharp with dboipllue,
They win the right for righting men.
When God's occasions call for men,
His chosen soul He takes.
In li fe’s hot fire He tempers stakes; them,
With tears He cools and
With many a heavy, grl vous stroke
He beats them to an edge,
And tests and tries, again, again,
Till the hard will Is fused, and pain
Becomes high privilege; quickened, through and
Then strong, and
through, His work to do.
They ready arc
Like an on-rushing, furious host
The tide of need and sin.
Unless the blades shall tempered be,
They have no chance to win;
God trusts to no untested sword
When He goes forth to war;
Only ihe souls that, beaten long
On pair’s great anvil, have grown strong,
His cho-en weapons are.
Ah, souls, on p lie’s great anvil laid,
Remember th ?, uorbearraid'
—Susan Ooolidge, in the Congregationalism
Jest a Fishin’ Hook and Pole.
When the spring-time flays are cornin’
Anil the bails are ■’» putting a-hummtu’, out,
An t the bumh e-be
Anfl the frisky speckled swishiri trout
Js a-jumpin’ limpid and a hole
In every a-itshtu’ —
Then I want to go
With a lishiu’ hook and pole.
Xou may talk about your giggin’
And your flshiri with a net,
But I don’t want nosich riggin’,
’Cause you pay for all you get:
And I’m done played out on trappin’
And a-foolin' with a troll—
And all of sich I’m draupto’ pole.
For the flshiu' nook and
And I want to take my dinner,
Aud I want to stay all day
Wnore the little silver miuner
Aud the spotted beauties piay,
And not be in any hurry, roll—
But jest sorter let time
Aud jest drive away all worry
With my fishin’ hook and pole.
’Cause a feller then can loafer
Wherethe trees grow tall an straight—
Where the raccoon and the gopher
And the 'possum lie In thumpin’, wait;
Where the pheasant is a
Aud at every little shoal
The spotted trout’s a-jumptri pole.
At your fishin’ hook ana
—Sara Bean, in Outing.
A Human Soul.
A wise man walked by the river,
Aud the water spirit's sigh moved him,
As she yearned for a sool, it
And ho answered thus her cry:
“Can you smile when your heart's aching?
Remember when others forget?
Laugh lightly, while hope is taking
Its final farewell of you; yet
Meet the world and strive on to the ending
Of Life, be it ever so dread; unbending
Firm in faith, without falter, tear?”
Vfith never a 3igh or a I do,” said she.
“All this can
“Can you faee your life if left lonely,
While another has gained his rest,
And you have the memory only
Of one who was truest and best?
Forever to you the world’s brightness
Then passes away for aye;
Can pierce through that darkest day? said she.
1 ‘AU this I can do,
“Can you pause to do deeds of kindness
Io the midst of your deepest woe?
For grief, it must not bring blindness
To the trials of others below,
You must ever strive on, and your sorrow,
Though heavy and sore to bear.
Remains till the dawn of that morrow,
When pain it isno more there.”
••AH this I can do, said she.
Made answer the wise man slowly:
“If this be so, and thou
Canst boar grief, yet help the suffering,
Thou hast a soul even new.”
—-Florence Peacock, ia Cliambers’s Jouraal*
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Puckaber Purraway.
BY A. M. BABNES.
HERE'S no use put
v ting off the telling
.Z V of it any longer,
Maria, the planta¬
g$Jl| tion must go"
“Oh, James,
no.”
mmtt “Yes, Maria; 1
Sw kept the
o, a
from you as long as
I can, hoping be against hope that some¬
thing might done—some way found
out of the trouble. It would be cruel
to let it come on you all of a sudden,
with the notice to quit the home. To
quit the home! Think of it, Maria!
the home that has sheltered me all my
life, and you-, since you came to me, a
happy aDd trusting bride, twenty-five
years ago.” done?
“Oh, James, can nothing be
“No, dear; I have paid the interest
until it has eaten up all my ready
money- It would be better to tako
this money and live on it as best we
can than to go ou with the ruinous
policy of paying interest on mortga¬
“But to think, my hnsband, that
you must lose the home of your child¬
hood ! Every part of it is dear to
yon, I know.”
She took his hand within her own
and tried to comfort him as much as
her overflowing heart would permit.
He raised his head suddenly, a light
coming into his eyes behind the tears.
“In tho kitchen, James, She
just would go to see about the
potato pudding for your dinner. She
thinks no one oan make it for you
like herself.”
“And no one con!” declared the
father proudly. “Oh, Maria,”—the
knowledge of the dread news he had
to tell breaking upon him with re¬
newed force—"this thing will kill
her.”
“No, James; she will take it better
than either of us, for there is a
strength in her young heart that our
old ones do not know."
“And where is Alice. ?”
“She went to spend the day with
Sarah Marston. The longer you de¬
lay telling her, James, the better it
will be. She will have only the less
time, then, in which to make you
miserable.”
The father sighed. What a differ¬
ence there was between his two
daughters! last?”
“Oh, father, have you come at
cried a delighted voice at that mo¬
ment. “I was afraid you were going
to wait until the pudding was cold.
Then it would be spoiled.”
“Come to father, dame, and let the
pudding wait, awhile at least. 1 have
something to say to you.” 13|
She came, and, despite her
years, perched herself upon his knee,
and, throwing her arms around his
neck, placed her check against his,
rubbing it back and forth softly.
“Sing one of your kitten songs to
father, Damie,” he said, closing his
eyes. He would put oil telling the
bad news a little longer.
She cuddled down against him, put
her mouth to his ear and began to
sing. No one else could have heard
it. No one else did Bhe wish to hear
it. It was for him alone—a love song
all his own—a song like the gentle
purr of a kitten, comforting, soothing,
yet a complete little song within itself,
and its words nestled down in her
father’s heart, each as a tiny song¬
bird, making a music of its own.
It was this loving, cuddling, kitten¬
ish way she had that had gained for
her the pet name by which not only
her father, but others called her—
“Little Dame Purraway.” Her real
name was'Azalea, ealled for the flower
that crowns with such glory the gar¬
dens of her native State.
It seemed indeed a cruel thrust to
follow that purring heart-song of love
and content with such dreadful news.
“O, father, must you really give up
your home?”
Her one thought was for him.
“Yes, Dame Purraway.”
He could say no more for the tears
that weie ready to come.
“But it is not so dreadful since we
can all go away together,” sbe said,
comfortingly. “Yes, we will be to¬
gether, father; only think of that,
and surely we can find some place to
call home. If it is only a cabin, and
you were there, father, it will De home
to me.”
Then she snuggled still closer
against his heaving heart and purred
another love song in his ear. As they
were sitting down to the table Mrs.
Edgerton said suddenly: “Why,
where is Professor Puckaber?"
“0, the dear old professor,” said
the Dame, starting np from her seat.
“I know he is buried in stones and
bones nnd roots and such things at
this very moment, and not thinking a
thing of his dinner. Why, he would¬
n't know if he hadn’t any all day long!
I must run and wake him np. ”
Sure enough, the professor was sit¬
ting in his room surrounded by what
would have been to unprofessional
eyes a most uninviting collection of
the specimens he had gathered the day
before.
“Professor Pnckaber 1 Professor
Puckaber! Professor Puokaber 1"
called the Dame three times before
an answer came,
“Hey 1" said the professor without
looking up.
“Dinner! Come to dinner I”
“Yes,antediluvian beyond a doubt 1”
declared the professor, absorbed in
iho task before him.
“No, professor,” returned the Dame
gaily; “the dinner isn’t antediluvian;
it is rather a modern affair of Hopping
John (peas and rice), tomato pilau,
broiled fish, sweet potatoes and corn
bread. Do come, or it will bo cold ”
Then she took him by the arm and
coaxed him away from his specimens,
marching off with him triumphantly
to dinner, for between the Dame and
the professor there was a genuine good
comradeship, He had been her
father’s classmate and was now his
best and closest friend.
“Inoticed your father was disturbed
at dinner,” said the professor later
that afternoon to Azalea.
This went plainly to show that, al¬
though the professor could get so ab¬
sorbed m stones and bones and the like
as to forget his dinner, he yet had eyes
for other things.
A oloud came over the bright face.
She stopped in the path where she was
walking with the professor to look ip
into his eyes, her own beginning to
grow miqty with tears.
“He was disturbed. O, dear Pro¬
fessor Puckaber, us his best and dear¬
est friend, it need not be kept from
you, I am sure. My father is abcut
to lose his home.”
“What? Bless my eyes!”
They were very bright eyes, despte
the years they had seen, usually aim¬
ing like stars when the professor toik
off his glasses. But now they seemad
to be troubled with a sadden dimness.
"He only told us to-day," went m
the Dame sadly. “Oh, it is hurtiig
him so I He loves the place, for le
was born here and here every year of
his life has been passed. But now it
must go, for it is mortgaged.and these
who have the mortgages will wait io
longer.”
“What is the amount of the meft
gages?" asked tbe professor.
“Three thousand dollars.”
“A pretty good sum! But the ase
isn't as bad as I thought,” he adefld.
Then he asked : “How long a time rill las
your father? That is, how long
it be till the men come to claim the
place?"
“I think father said be bad thrty
days. ”
“Thirty days? Well, that is raher
short. But much can be done in thrty
days. And see here, Miss Azalet Ed¬
gerton,” poshing back his glasss, eng-ging to
gaze at here with the most
irankness, “you and I are the 008 by
whom it is to be done.”
“I, Professor Puckaber?”
“Yes, you, my DamePnrrawa’."
“Oh,you surely are laughing a me I”
and there was a note of pain n her
voice. “What could I do? Ca, if I
only could!"
“Of course you can," announad the
professor, decidedly. “Now isten,
Dame Purraway—by the wat that
was a quaint conceit of yonr fater to
call you that— I am going to tab you
into partnership. Puckaber an< Pur
raway, how does that sound? Fie,eh?
Now hearken, Partner Pnrrway 1
Well, I suppose you know, folam
sure you have heard your fatb< say,
the company by which I am erfaged
sent ms out here to locate some
valuable deposits. So far I hven’t
found them, that is to the exmt I
hoped, though I think I’m nt far
from the scent. But I want th help
of your younger and keener eyes.
Your father tells me you are the
greatest little woodsman in all the
country round.”
“Yes, professor,” she said, with
some pride. “I do know a great deal
about the pine lands of South Caro¬
lina ; the dearest lands in all the world
to me,” she added, her eyes shining,
“because I was born among them.”
“And about the ugliest,’’declared the
professor with candor. ” That is the lob¬
lolly pine lands, and the poorest, too,
in themselves. But, if I am riot mis¬
taken, Partner Purraway, these is that
in these same poor lands as will yet
make the fortunes of some of their
owners. I have my eye now on a par¬
cel or two of land where I am sure the
treasure is, only I don’t want to locate
it here," his eyes sweeping the rather
stunted stretch of forest that lay
around them. “Guess why, Partner
Purraway?”
“These ore my father’s lands,” an¬
nounced the partner, promptly.
“Exactly. You’ll do for the part¬
nership, I see. Wideawake as to in¬
terests."
“But this isn’t, by any means, the
best part of the land, professor.”
“I know it, Partner Purraway. See
that marsh over yonder ? Ugly, isn’t it ?
and apparently of no value whatever.
Yet, if certain signs I can read serve
me fair, I wouldn’t give it for all the
rest of the land put together.”
“Oh, professor.
“That’s all true, Partner Purra¬
way.”
"Partner Purraway, of course you
believe in the Garden of Eden?”
The professor asked the question as
they were standing on a slight rise of
ground at the edge of the forest. All
around them were the brown needles
of the pines, while in front stretched
the selfsame marsh that had previously
received the professor’s highest com¬
mendation.
' “Why, Professor Puokaber, how can
you ever ask the question?”
“Well, yon never thought of it be¬
ing located around her, did you?”
She stared at him with opening
eyes. “Of not.”
course
“Well, there are those who believe
it fully, I among the number,” lifting
ljis shoulders as though to bear the
fall weight of the assertion. “Far
Jloo many Agassiz evidences believes to doubt it with it. all The his
'?Ani. lie fairly routed the scientists
who attempted to hold oat against it.
Situation, topography, prehistoric re¬
mains, snob as found nowhere else, all
go to show beyond doubt that—”
“Oh, Professor Puckaber, what a
grand azalea 1 Do look! Did you
ever see one in its first year growing
so luxuriantly? For it wasn’t here
last year. I am certain of that. I
know the woods too well. The birds
dropped the seed. Isn’t it a glorious
purple?” Purple?”
“Purple? repeated the
professor, “and growing luxuriantly
in one year? and by the marsh, too? I
say, Partner—”
But the partner didn't hear. She
had grasped the little grubbing hoe
and started away.
“I am going to dig it np to trans¬
plant m the garden,” she called to
him.
She swung the hoe with all tbe force
of her strong young arms. For the
first stroke or so she had no trouble,
tbe blade sinking deep into the dark,
moist soil. But suddenly she encoun¬
tered something that gave her a great
deal of exercise. Bhe struck anc
pulled away at something, but it would
not yield. It couldn’t be the roots of
the shrub; it was too hard. Besides
she had been careful not to strike near
enough to cut into these.
“Oh professor,” she exclaimed,
quickly, “I do believe I have dug into
a pile of rocks I but how could that be
about here, where there isn’t a single
one?”
She stopped, looking at him with a
deeply puzzled What?” face.
“Bocks? shouted the pro¬
fessor, starting and leaping down the
slight incline in such a way his feet
almost went out from under him.
Then he actually snatched the hoe
from her hands—he, the polite and
gentle professor—and there, before
the astonished eyes of Partner Purra¬
way, he began to dig around the bash
like one possessed, even digging it up
piece by pieoe in his excitement. The
earth fell in showers and the partner
had a time protecting face and cloth¬
ing. Between each efforts she stared
in bewilderment atProfessorPiokaber.
Had he lost his senses ?
Suddenly he dislodged an oblong look¬
mass of hard, grayish substance,
ing like rock, and yet not like it. He
threw it above his head with a shout.
“I knew it would be found,” he
cried. “I said it 1 The marsh told it 1
But I wasn’t expecting it here; rather
over there by the bend of the river.
Hurrah for ’you, Partner Purraway l
I knew your soent would prove the
keener of the two. Do you know what
you have done for your father, my
dear ?" taking off his glasses, his eyes
shining like suns; “well, you have
paid off those mortgages and a sight
besides!”
“Professor Puckaber,” pleaded tbe
bewildered partner, “will you please
tell me what yon are talking about?
What is it you have in your hand?"
“Why, phosphate!” cried though the pro¬
fessor, looking at her as he
though she ought to know. “Fertil¬
izer 1 the finest yet found on the Ash¬
--J*i
ley, the Euphrates, tiy the way, my
dear. Never saw suob a specimen be¬
fore ! Oh, it’s grand!” eyes and fin¬
gers gloating over it." “Tons of this
—and there are thousands of them
here—-when ground in that big mill
the Etiwan company has just put up,
will not only release your father, but
make him a rich man.”
And so it proved. For, with the
forming of the firm of Puokaber &
Purraway the star of fortune of the
house of Edgertou had arisen, never
to go down again.—Chicago Record.
Marriageable Age.
In Austria a “man” and “woman”
are supposed to be able to be capable
of conducting a home of their own
from the age of fourteen.
In Germany the man must be at
least eighteen years of age.
lu Franco the man must be eighteen
and the woman fifteen; in Belgium
the same.
In Spain the intended husband must
have passed his fourteenth year and
the woman her twelfth.
In Hungary, for Catholics, the man
must be fourteen years old and the
woman twelve; for Protestants, the
man mnst be eighteen and the woman
fiiteen.
In Greece the man must have seen
at least fourteen summers and' the wo¬
man twelve.
In Portugal a boy of fourteen is
considered marriageable, and a women
of twelve.
In Bussia and Saxony a youth must
refrain from entering into matrimony
till ho oan count eighteen years, and
the woman till she oan count sixteen.
In Switzerland the men from the
age of fourteen and the women from
the age of twelve are allowed to
marry.
In Turkey any youth and maiden
who oan walk properly, and can un¬
derstand the necessary religious ser¬
vice, are allowed to be united for life.
Didn’t Mind Electric Shocks.
There is a dog in Calaveras whose
name is Dan. His under jaw hangs
heavy and his extraction is a thor¬
ough-bred bulldog. The sand in his
disposition extends well up to the col¬
lar which adorns Dan's neck and here
is the story, The boys, ever on the
alert for amusement, connected a wire
to the electric light wires and brought
it near to the ground, making a hook
at the end upon which to hang a piece
of meat. This waB to attract the eats
and canines and it did its work well.
The catp, as soon as their noses came
in contact with the meat, would jump
a foot or two high and then turn and
look back in utter astonishment.
Brindle and Irish and many dogs in
town came along aud tried the beef,
and received shocks that all but
knocked their teeth out. The crowd
yelled in consequence.
Finally came Dan the bulldog. He
tried once and let go. Again the crowd
jeered and Dan looked around as
though he were being jobbed. He
sailed in again. He squirmed and
twisted and the muscles in his neck
stood out, but Dan stayed and pulled
and yanked. Finally off came the
meat, and with it in his mouth Dan
trotted off proudly with his little bob
tail sticking straight up in the air like
a flagpole,—Calaveras (Cal.) Prospect.
A Submarine Terror,
“A submarine boat for wreoking
and exploring purposes,” sayB the
Engineering News, “is about to be
built by the Columbian Iron Works,
of Baltimore, after the plans of Simon
Lake, a Baltimore inventor. The
practicability of the design, it is
stated, has been proved by experience
upon a small boat. The boat will be
capable of ■ rising to the surface and
submerging at will, and it may be pro¬
pelled in any desired direction when
ou the bottom. A door may be opened,
through which tbe occupants, by don¬
ning a diving suit, may pass from tbe
interior to the outside and back again.
The boat will be used principally for
searching the bed of the ocean ad¬
jacent to coast lines and in locating
and recovering sunken vessels and
their cargoes. It will be about fifty
four tons displacement and will carry
a crew of six men. It will be pro¬
pelled while on the surface by an
engine and screw of the ordinary type,
8nd while under water the screw will
be driven by an electric motor, taking
current from storage batteries. A
searoh-light will light up the pathway
of the vessel as she moves along the
bottom. ”
Oranges at $1 Each.
The selling price of a single luxury
in the new mining metropolis of Circle
City, Alaska, is an interesting bit of
information obtained from a letter of
a commission merchant of the State of
Washington received by a New York
Times correspondent whose informant
writes:
“We recently shipped some Cali¬
fornia oranges to Sitka, Alaska, and
from there they were sent to St,
Michaels, and thence two thousand
miles up the Yukon River to Circla
City, Alaska, where they were sold for
$150 per box containing 150 oranges,
or $1 for each orange. I think this
must be the highest price ever paid
for oranges. ”
The lock step has been abolished at
the Wisconsin State Prison.
NO. 38
IF I CAN LAUGH.
I hear the clink of the yellow gold
That Bears the orest of a nation’s coin;
X see the jewelled treasures old,
That even monaroha would purloin;
But yet I would not join the throng
Who bend the knee to the molten calf.
X will pass all by without one sigh,
If I can laugh, can only laugh.
The world’s proud fair; yet what care I
For tints that change like a summer's
cloud?
A picture rare to bring the sigh.
Then draped at last with pall and shroud.
The one who reigns in Beauty’s court,
A target Is for envy’s shaft;
I will pass all by with never a sigh, .
If lean laugh as my childhood laughed.
And what is worth, the fame of earth,
Though earned by sword or counoil art,
The tint of blood is royal birth;
The song of praise in glory’s mart?
The gilded crown on the fevered brow,
The palsied hand on the sage’s staff,
I will pass it by without a sigh
If I can laugh an honest laugh.
Then time the march of life with song;
The ills forget with passing jest.
The happy heart can do no wrong,
The hours of gladness are the best
So bring the wine of royal mirth,
That I the nectar rich can quaff;
All else I will pass as I drain my glass,
To the soul that can laugh, always laugh.
—Bochester Democrat and Chronicle.
rrra and point.
Against the grain—Bears in wheat—
Life.
Friendship among women is a plant
of which wo don’t know in August
whether it will bear bitter or sweet
fruit in September.
“Men never outgrow their child¬
hood.” "Alas no! Experience be¬
gins spanking us even before our par¬
ents leave off.”—Puck.
Real estate is looking up. There is
nothing else for it to do when build¬
ings are climbing up on it twenty
stories high.—Atlanta Constitution.
Two next door neighbors quarrelled,
and one of them exclaimed, excitedly :
“Uall yourself a man of sense 1 Why,
you’re next door to an idiot!"—Tit
Bits.
South American Tourist—“You say
the masses of your people are discon¬
tented?" Native—“Alas! Senor, most
of us have never been President.”—
Puck.
Madge—“Tell us, dear, did he go
down on his knees when he proposed ?”
Polly—“No; in his confusion he went
down on his hat."—Philadelphia
North American.
“Don’t you think your son a little
ust, Mrs. Sweetly?” “Far from it.
le is so slow that we can never get
him to breakfast before noon.”—De¬
troit Free Press.
“Mamma, I know why angel babies
iz made ’th wings.” “Why, Johnny?”
“’Cause, ’f they git horned in a fam’ly
where they don’t like it, they kin fly
off. ”—Chicago Record.
Brown—“Isn’t there a blue room in
the White House?” Smith—“I think
so. I believe it’s the room in which
the President expresses his private
opinion of the office-seekers.”—Puck.
“Did you hear of the great sacrifice
in the way of self denial Ethel Tenspot
and Bessie Teeters are making?” asked
Ricketts. “No; what is it?” asked
Gaskett. “Each is riding the other’s
wheel."
“Haw ! Haw! I see that old Got
rox has been swindled out of two hun
ed dollars by a confidence man.”
nything funny about that?” “Why,
■i! Gotrox is an old friend of mine.”
-Puck.
Country Cousin—“Do you keep
anything in the house in case burglars
should pay you a visit at night?” City
Cousin—“You bet I do! My wife’s
maiden aunt lives with us.”—Norris¬
town Herald.
Impecunious—“I would like to have
a nerve killed. How much will it
cost?” Dentist—“Seventy-five cents.”
Impecunious—“Seventy-five cents?
Can’t you make it less ? I have such
weak nerves!"
Beetle as Undertaker.
There is a species of beetle in Aus¬
tralia which acts the roll of energetic
undertakers that carefully bury car¬
casses left on the soil. As soon as
they smell a field mouse, a mole or a
fish in a state of decomposition, they
come by troops to bury it, getting
under the body, hollowing out the
gtound with their legs and projecting
the rubbish they dig out in all direc¬
tions. Little by little the carcass
sinks, at tbe end of twenty-four hours
tho hole is several inches deep. They
then mount it, cast the earth down
into the grave so as to fill it and hide
the body from sight. The females
will then lay their eggs in the tomb,
where the larvae will afterward find an
abundance of food. — Manchester
Guardian.
The “Tombs.”
A new prison, 45x186 feet, and 123
feet high, is to be built this year on
the site of the old Tombs in New
York City. It is said that it will cost
$720,000, and that it will be necessary
to sink the foundation 100 feet, since
the Tombs stands on the filied-in site
of the old Collect pond. _