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VOL. II.
I little know or oare It’s little that I mind
It the blackbird on the bough How the blossoms, pink or white,
Is filling all the air At every touch of wind
■With his soft crescendo now; Xi’an a-trembling with delight;
For she is gone away, For in the leafy lane,
And when she went she took Beneath the garden boughs,
The springtime in her look, And through the silent house
The peaehblow on her cheek, One thing alone I seek.
The laughter from the brook, Until she comes again
The blue from out the May— The May is not the May,
And what she calls a Week And what she calls a week
Is forever and a day! Is forever and u day!
—Thomas Bailey Aldrleh, in Atlantic Monthly.
Tfie Ghostly Singer.
By ALICE B. IVES.
HE Rev.
Bronson
Masters ob¬
jected to Mr.
Shelby, The
fi r s t aud
foremost rea¬
m son for this
a aversion was
that Mr.
Shelby had presumed to pay marked
attentions to his daughter Eleanor.
TUe second was that Mr. Shelby was
simply a bank clerk on a small salary.
Prejudiced people might have been
ungenerous enough to observe that tbe
second objection bore tbe most weight
with the Reverend Masters; but such
persons have never known the anxiety
of a parent with a marriageable daugh¬
ter. How then can they be expected
to judge intelligently on such an im¬
portant question?
“You are quite right, Bronson,”
said his sister-in-law. “What do you
know about Mr. Shelby? You remem¬
ber the acquaintance was begun in an
irregular way—a very irregular way.”
There was no denying it did begin
in an irregular way. The Merchants
and Traders Bank was next door to the
residence of the Reverend Bronson
Masters; amf*Mr. Jack Shelby, an in¬
dustrious, energetic young clerk, with
his ledger quite near the front win¬
dow, had allowed his eyes to feast fre¬
quently on the graceful figure and
pretty face of Miss Eleanor Masters as
she, flitted in and out of her father’s
house.
Strange to say, Miss Masters had
also occasionally allowed her glance to
stray toward the front window of the
bank. Not that any one could posi¬
tively state under oath that she had
seen the rather high-bred face of a
brown-eyed bank clerk in that same
window; certainly not. But one
she slipped and fell on the icy pave¬
ment iu front of the bank just as Shel¬
by was coining out; and be helped her
into tho house, and was asked to call,
and did call.
Another strange thing was that
neither of them seemed to regret the
accident, as it would seem natural they
should.
Shelby, the third time he called,
rather damaged his prospects by get¬
ting into a discussion with the Rever¬
end Bronson Masters in which he mani¬
fested a tendency to spiritualism, theo¬
sophy and other occult and unortho¬
dox beliefs. This bad impression was
otherwise augmented by the discov¬
ery that he had no fortune, not even
expectations, and was- dependent on
his salary for a living.
The growing affection of the young
people for each other was noticed by
Mr. Masters, and he immediately con¬
sulted with his sister-in-law, having no
one else with whom to consult, and as
has been seen, she quite agreed with
him that such uffection should be irn
mediately nipped in the bud.
Accordingly Blr. Shelby was given
to understand that Bliss Blasters was
no longer at home to him. But Shel¬
by’s ledger was still near the front
window, and Bliss Blasters had no
mode of egress or ingress except by
the front door of her residence, so
Love still preserved liis old reputa¬
tion in ‘regard to locksmiths, and
laughed after the good old fashion.
About this time the Reverend Bron¬
son Masters met a fascinating widow,
Mrs. Horton Verlanee, who had lately
become a member of his congregation.
Mr. Blasters intimated to Eleanor
that he would like her to ask BIrs.
Verlanee to call, Like a dutiful
daughter she obeyed, aud BIrs. Ver
lance promptly accepted the invita¬
tion.
She came often, and dined and
lunched with them, much to the
pleasure of the host, but secretly to
the annoyance of his daughter.
“Mrs. Verlanee never seems to me
genuine,” she ventured to say one
day to her father.
“Eleanor, I am surprised at such
an uncharitable, unchristianlike re¬
mark from you,” was the stern re¬
ply- her father deeply
She saw that was but
annoyed, and dared not say more;
when he closed the door after him,
her feelings found audible vent.
“Ob, it’s all right for you to send
away poor Jack because I like bun,”
she cried, “and here you are falling
in love with a mysterious woman
whom nobody knows, and who I’m
sure is a schemer. Oh, I wish I were
your father, for just one hour!
Wouldn’t I turn her out flying!
Wouldn’t I?”
wm News.
Murray \
FOREVER AND A DAY.
And she walked the floor in her
helpless rage.
Shortly after this Mr. Masters an¬
nounced to his daughter that ho
would spend his vacation in Europe.
“I have decided to take you with
me,” he added.
Eleanor was delighted with the pros¬
pect, aud gave her parent an ecstatic
hug.
“Shall you close the house, papa?”
she asked.
“No; Mrs. Verlanee p’ill rent particular¬ it fur¬
nished. I consider myself
ly fortunate to have her here to look
after things,” he said.
Eleanor didn’t agree with him, hut
concluded that silence in this case
was wisdom.
“Mr. Burrows will take a room, too,
so there will be the added protection
of a man in the house,” added Mr.
Masters.
Mr. Berkeley Burrows was a nephew
of Mrs. Verlanoe; he had been intro¬
duced to the Masters family by bis
aunt. Eleanor felt something of the
same aversion for him that she did for
Mrs. Verlanee; but the Reverend
Blasters considered him a young geh
tleman of great promise. Besides, lie
had large expectations,” as that gen¬
tleman phrased it, and such things are
not to be looked upon as drawbacks in
a son-in-law.
No communication being allowed
between the young man iu the front
window of the bank and the young
woman next door, Mr. Jack Shelby
went off on Ms vacation without hav¬
ing had an opportunity to inform Bliss
Masters of the fact.
Shortly after he left she sailed for
Europe, having cast a longing glance
into the front window as she entered
the carriage which was to convey her
to the pier. The glance met no re¬
sponse, and she was both piqued and
grieved, but gave no sign.
Mrs. Verlaiicecame into possession;
and the bank clerk returned from bis
vacation. His weary eyes watohing
for Eleaper’s flitting to and fro were
greeted only with the apparition of a
rather stout blonde woman handsome¬
ly arrayed, and not disposed to look
his way.
He concluded she was a visitor of
the Masters; and that perhaps Eleanor
was away for a week or two. He knew
nothing of the departure of the family
for Europe.
One evening about half-past six, as
he was going to dinner, he discovered
that he had left in the bank two thea¬
tre tickets, which he wished to use
that night. He turned back, wonder¬
ing if he would be able to get into And
them.
The deaf old janitor was just finish¬
ing up his work; but he had some
trouble in attracting his attention, the
night watchman not having yet come
on duty. He finally succeeded, and
the old fellow sat down in a corner to
wait for him, and dozed off.
How quiet it was! The street traffic
and roll of teams had ceased, and for
the first time Shelby heard the tick of
the clock on the wall. He had never
been in the bank before so late. This
strange silence made him feel as
though he sat with the ghost of the
bustling, noisy business place whose
features he knew so well. It was some¬
thing dreamlike and unreal.
The strangeness of it all seemed to
produce a peculiar impression upon
him. He felt that could he sufficient
ly master the occult forces of nature,
that in this great, quiet place, and so
near her hohie, he might make the
girl he loved feel his presence.
The silence became more profound.
Suddenly he heard a low, musical
sound. He could not tell from
whence it came. It seemed almost
under his feet. As he listened it be
came more distinct, Tbere was a
strain very like a well-known air from
“Trovatore. ”
Next he heard a name which made
his heart beat fast.
“O Eleanora,” sounded the soft,
mysterious voice, instead of the
familiar words “O Leonora” in the
opera. heard
Then it died out, and he no
more.
The young man seemed under a
spell. For a moment or two he could
not move. When he had sufficiently
recovered himself, he started up and
opened all the doors into the various
apartments and corridors, trying to ac¬
count for the mystic voice.
The more he searched the move he
became assured that the sound had
some occult significance, and came
either from the woman he loved, or
SPRING PLACE. GA., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 1807.
from some spirit who wished to warn
him of peril to her.
As he closed the door leading from
thQ president’s room the sleepy janitor
awakened with a start. He eyed Shelby
suspiciously.
“Was ye wantin’ anything in there,
sir?” he asked gruffly.
“No; I simply opened the door be¬
cause I heard a strange sound. Do
you ever hear strange sounds about
here?” he asked.
“Don’t hear nothin’,” answered the
deaf servitor, crustily, aud Shelby
took himself off.
The next day he thought of nothing
but the strange happening at the bank.
He burned with curiosity to again in¬
vestigate. After hours lie went agaiu
a little later and found Flylm, the
watchman, there. Flynn didn’t seem
disposed to give him much time alone
for occult demonstrations.
He invented a pretext for getting
Flynn away. It was quiet, and he
listened intently. Again he heard
the low, musical sound. Then came
the wailing words, low but distinct:
“O Eleanora,” The voice, which
seemed half reproach, half entreaty,
was heart-rending in its appeal.
The cold drops gathered on his fore¬
head. What did it mean?
The next moment the watehmnn
came in and put an end to further in¬
vestigations. He could invent no
further pretext for remaining, and
went away.
The morning after this the president
gave him an odd look as he passed
through. Shelby went and stared
into the mirror to see if be bad omitted
his necktie, or if there was anything
peculiar in his personal appearance.
He saw nothing but his rather hag¬
gard features. installed
There was a new clerk
near him, and this man he also caught
looking at him in a scrutinizing way.
He wondered why he had suddenly
become so suspicious of every with one.
Was this mystery, together his
suspense about Eleanor, driving him
insane? Was she menaced by some
terrible peril? alone
If be could only spend a night dis¬
in the bank, what might he not
cover?
He determined to go boldly to the
president, Mr. Bortree, and ask bis
permission to do so.
“What is your reason for such a
strange request?” asked the official,
looking Ruspfwwnly at him.
Shelby hesitated. Could he tell this
hard, cold man of facts?
“You are aware, of course, that
should anything happen here it would
immediately be traced to you,” added
Mr. Bortree.
Then it flashed upon Shelby that, it
was suspicion be saw in this man’s
face.
“My intentions ore the most inno¬
cent,” he said, straightening up. “I
think the bank is haunted, that’s all.
I am fond of investigating such
things.”
“Why, so am I,” said Blr. Bortree.
“I’m a member of the Society for
Psychical Research. Spend the night
in the bank if you like; only I’m afraid
you won’t feel much like work the
next day.”
That night Slielljv went to the bank
about ten, settled himself in two
leather covered chairs, and prepared
to await developments.
An hour wore on during which he
heard nothing.
Then he was startled by a sound. It
was a soft, clicking noise. It was in
front. The door was opened. There
were the footfalls of two men. He
got up, and peered out cautiously over
the high counter.
The watchman and Mr. Bortree
were coming toward him.
"I told you I was interested in the
occult,” said the President, cheer¬
fully. “I’ve come to help you watch.”
A shade of annoyance passed over
Shelby’s face. How could he expect
any developments with this man
there? .
Two hours passed by in silence,
during which the President read and
smoked.
There were no ghostly manifesta¬
tions.
Shelby was getting very sleepy, and
wishing he hadn’t come, when sudden¬
ly he heard the familiar “O Eleanora.”
Mr. Bortree heard it at the same
time and looked at Shelby.
Then there came a faint echo of the
words, and in a minute or two a soft
tapping.
“Strange!” muttered Mr. Bortree.
“What direction did that come from?”
“Under there,” said Shelby, point¬
ing to the vault.
“Let us go in and see if we can still
hear it.”
They called the watchman, and went
into the vault. It was as quiet as
the grave. Shelby lay down and put
his ear to the floor. Suddenly he
started up.
“My God!” he cried, “it is hollow
under there! Some one is under¬
mining the vault! I can hear them at
work.”
“Impossible!” exclaimed Mr. Bor¬
tree. “On that Bide is the Knicker¬
bocker Insurance Company. Wbo
could bore from there?”
“It doesn’t come from that side. It
comes—”
Suddenly Shelby stopped, as pale as
death.
“What? From Blr. Blasters’ house?”
“Yes,”he stammered, feeling choked
with the horror of it.
“I must give the alarm at once.”
“Wait!” cried Slielby, clinging to
his arm. “They are ready to come
up, and they are ready for murder.
They are watching on the outside,
doubtless. Don’t think of going out
alone.”
The president gave him a strange
look.
“I am ready to risk anything. For
myself I am not afraid,” said the
young man looking the other full in
the face.
“Then take this lantern and hold it
in the window.”
It was an ordinary bull’s eye lantern
which Mr, Bortree took from, under a
chair, and which he had evidently
hidden there.
In that moment Shelby knew that
he had been the subject of a horrible
suspicion But he quietly took the
light aud obeyed.
After about three minutes, some
one tapped on the door. The Presi¬
dent opened it, and admitted two po¬
licemen.
Shelby spoke first.
“Put a guard on that house instant¬
ly,” he said, pointing to the Masters’
residence. “Don’t let any one leave
it. There is a tunnel from there under
the vault,”
“Why, a woman and two men went
away from there just as we came in,”
said the policeman. “I thought the
minister was having some company.”
“Quick!” cried Shelby. “It may
be too late now. ”
His brain was in a whirl. It seemed
so horrible to put a guard of police
about her house.
Investigations revealed an empty
house with the basement dug up, and
forming the entrance to a tunnel un¬
der the bank.
An extract from the morning paper
read ;
“Mrs, Horton Verlanoe. alias Ar¬
lington, alias Baker, is at her old tricks
again. This time she nearly succeeded
in carrying ontone of the boldest bank
robberies on record. Jake Perley,
whom shfe had been passing off as her
nephew, was her accomplice.”
Mr. Jack Shelby is now assistant
cashier, and the wedding with Miss
Eleanor Masters is to take place just
after Easter.
“Shelby,” said the President. aB lie
congratulated him the other day, “I
won’t deny that Iliad you shadowed.
That new clerk was a special detective
plac.el ,'pu. To think you should
only have’’ been" a " crank, after aru
But did you ever account for that
strange singing of tho ‘O Eleanora’?”
“Oh, yes,” said Shelby. “That was
evidently a signal. It wouldn’t excite
suspicion like a whistle, you know.”
A Predatory Crow,
For several weeks tho residents of a
neighboring town have been puzzled
to account for the disappearance of
small articles, consisting of jewelry,
penholders, napkin rings and other
trinkets, arul the failure to apprehend
the thief. On Friday, however, the
offender was accidentally caught in
the act. A gentleman who had been
acquainted with tbe fact that the things
had been stolen was talking to a
friend, when his attention was attract¬
ed to a noise in his office, and on going
to ascertain the cause was surprised to
see a pet crow, belonging to Mr.
Blank, pick up a gold pen aud fly
from the window to the ground, with
the pen in his mouth.
The gentleman followed the crow,
which went to a shed back of a bakery,
and saw the bird deposit the pen un¬
der an old box. He drove tbe crow
away, and, turning up tbe box, found
all the articles that had been stolen
from the different houses. The owner
of the crow was called, and he identi¬
fied several trinkets that had been
taken from his room. The articles
were returned to their respective
owners.—Kalamazoo (Mich.) Tele¬
graph.
Sowing on Board Ship.
Any sailor or marine on a man-of
war may “tailorizo” for his ship mates’
money if he has the skill, and on every
ship there are always a dozen or so of
men, usually bluejackets, making ex¬
tra money in the devising of uniforms
and caps. The bluejacket clothes
served out to new sailors are quite as
atrocious in tho matter of fit as the
Government straight uniforms of the
army, and all the unofficial tailors
have generally all the work they can
attend to in the manufacturing of mus¬
tering shirts and trousers, These
men do their work on small, unmount¬
ed sewing machines—which suggests
the recollection, by the way, that
when the great disaster occurred at
Samoa, about ten years ago, about
three-quarters of the ships’ companies
of the Vandalia and Nipsic, the men
of-war wrecked at Apia, put in claims
for sewing machines as among the ar¬
ticles lost with their other personal
effects! As to whether all the claims
were allowed or not is another story.—
Washington Star.
A Bee In HU Stomach.
"While Peter Carson, of Kalama,
Wash., was eating his dinner a yellow
jacket got into his mouth and was
swallowed, or at any rate went down
his oesophagus, and, according to the
Western chronicler, stung him in the
stomach. It took a physician’s ser
vices to give the bee its quietus, Car
son described his sensations as those
a man might feel who was blown up
by dynamite just as a house fell upon
him.—New York Sun.
WORDS OF WISDOM.
The paths to God are more in num¬
ber than the breathings of created be¬
ings.—From the Persian.
A soul’s rays, looking God ward, must
blend with all other rays thus tending.
It is the only abiding nearness.—Trin¬
ities aud Sanctities.
The regeneration of the world will
begin when humanity fully realizes
that its humanity is divine, and that
life, in its true sense, means simply
and always divine life.—Lilian Whit
ing.
Pleasant retrospections, easy
thoughts and comfortable presages
are admirable opiates. They help to
assuage the anguish and disarm the
distemper and almost make a man de¬
spise his misery.—Jeremy Taylor.)
Solitude is a good school, but tho
world is the best theatre; the institu¬
tion is the best there, but the practice
here; the wihleruess hath the advan¬
tage of discipline, and society oppor¬
tunities of perfection.—Jeremy Taylor.
The needful thing is not that we
abate, but that we consecrate tbe in¬
terests and affections of our life, en¬
tertain them with a thoughtful heart,
serve them with the will of duty and
revere them as the benediction of God.
—James Martineau.
When God sends darkness, let it be
dark. ’Tis so vain to think we can
light up with candles, or make it any¬
thing but dark. It may be because of
the darkness we shall see some new
beauty in the stars.—George S. Mer
riarn, in “The Story of William and
Lucy Smith.”
Glory is the crown woven by the
self. A soul in which the spirit of a
divine purpose is at flood- glorifies
everything it touches, enhaloes every
place and act, lifts the meanest thing
to' be divine, sends the thrill of its
energy through the dullest, puts life
into that which means death. Such
soul transfigures, if it may not trans¬
mute, everything it comes in contact
with.—J. F. W. Ware.
The loftiest test of friendship—un¬
qerstood as companionship—is this the
p 0wer to do without it. Aud in
world of external confusions and separ
gtions there is often such a need. We
( i 0 no t yjoRl tl)e friendship, but we
m)lf q again and again forego the com
pauioUship. Then comes the proof of
,.q £ t - capacity for aaorifice, our loyalty
0 the Highest of all.— Lucy Larcom,
in “As it is in Heaven.”
The CjJreafc Ribbon Muddle.
He entered the shop hurriedly, with
the aii - of a man whose mind was filled
with a weighty commission.
Those whom he passed at the door
heard him muttering under his breath
a formula, which he seemed to fear'
might slip away and be lost. He ap¬
proached the counter like one who
wishes it were well over.
“I wish to get,” he said, boldly,
“some ribbon for a red baby.”
The shop girl’s blank stare seemed
to arouse him to a sense of something
lacking. said, would like
“That is,” he “I
some baby for a red ribbed one.”
The shop girl was smiling broadly
now, and four errand boys, a shop
walker and seven lady customers gath¬
ered and smiled in unison. He began
again: know—I
“That is—of course—yon
mean—some red libbed baby for one
—that is—some red ribs for one baby
—some one’s red baby’s ribs-—some
baby for one red rib—some—thunder
and guns! Where’s the way out?”
He departed on the run.
“I wonder,” said the shop girl,
thoughtfully, an hour or so afterward,
“if he could have meant red baby rib¬
bon?”
Odd Death of a Sparrow.
A little English sparrow met a tragic
death one day last week. A number
of teams are stationed in Root street
to help the passing street cars across
the railroad tracks. Two or three of
them are at rest most of the time in
the cool shade of neighboring build¬
ings while tbeir drivers lounge and
talk.
Now, a sparrow thinks nothing is
quite so nice for nest building as long
horse hairs. A number of them visi¬
ted the corner every day, and gleaned
the hairs from the ground. and Of course, of tho
this was slow work, one
birds, more ambitious than the others,
finally concluded to go to the fountain
head of horse hairs, and so he tried to
pull a hair from the tail of one of the
sleepy horses, No doubt the horse
thought that a fly was biting him, and
switched his tail vigorously. the In some
way, no one knew just how, spar
row was caught, and when the driver
came back he found the poor little
bird hanging quite still and dead, with
one of the long hairs twisted around
his neck. And the old horse didn’t
seem to know that anything was the
matter.—San Francisco Post.
Hawaii’s Population.
The population of Hawaii consists
of 109,000 persons, of whom 31,000
are natives, 24,000 Japanese, 22,000
Chinese, 15,000 Portuguese, 8000 haif
breeds and a few hundred Americans,
English and Germans.
A Place to Avoid.
More men have died and are buried
in tbe Isthmus of Panama, along the
line of the proposed canal, than on any
equal amount of territory in the world.
NO. 14
HORSE BELLS.
I love to He and listen to tUe horse-bells’
merry sound. and
When the cattle are in camp, we out¬
stretched upon the ground; horse-bells, I
There Is muslo In the and
love to hear their song,
As they join in happy chorus—
Tinkle! Tonkle! Tankle! Tong!
They tonkle through the brigalow; they
tankle near the swamp;
They tinkle on the ridges, and they wran¬
gle round the camp; ■
There’s little Fairy’s tlmblo-bell, and
Billy's bullfrog strong.
And big and little blend in
Tinkle! Tonkle! Tankle! Tong!
The great moon glares above; la camp tho
cattle rest content; iivo, with
It is a pleasure just to as tho
wattle scent
The soft breeze brings the muslo of tho
horse-hells’ merry song,
Soothing- ever and repeating Tankle! Tong!
Tinkle! Touklo!
—Sydney (Australia) Bulletin. 3
PITH AND POINT.
No man ever got a dollar’s worth of
experience for ninety cents.—Life.
Cholly—-“I don’t think the photo¬
grapher caught me expwesssion, do
you?” She—“I don’t see any.”—
Puck,
Belle—“Why do you refer to your
engagement as limited? Is it limited
in point of time?” Edith—“No;
limited to George and me.”—Judge.
Miss Askins—“I’m sure you had a
fine time with all those young ladies
at the sea-shore.” Toodles—“Not
very good. There was another man
there.”—Puck.
A St. Louis girl has married a man
who saved her from drowning. And
yet some authorities contend that the
female sex is capable of gratitude.—
Buffalo Express.
“Don’go by fuse impression,” said
Uncle Eben. “Whah’d folks be now if
de man dat diskivered de oystuh
hadn’t stopped ter pry open de shell?”
—Washington Star.
Warwick—“I think Alaska would
make an elegant summer resort.”
Wiekwire—“Ah, you have been read¬
ing about tbe climate!” Warwick—
"No, the prices,”—Truth.
“Clever lightning-change artist,
isn’t he?” “Can’t hold a caudle to my
wife. She cau change her mind twenty
times iu twenty seconds without
leaving the room.”-—Cleveland Plain
Deal or.
“She says she has remained single
from choice.” “That’s right. I
wouldn’t undertake to say whose choice
it was, but the .broad, general state¬
ment is unquestionably true.”—Chi
cago Post:
Mrs. Greene—“1 suppose you miss
your husband 1 a great deal?” The
Bereaved One—V Oh, yes. It seems
so strange not io have to leave the gas
burning for somebody when you go to
bed. ”—Boston Transcript.
Wife—“We have been married
twelve years and not once have I
missed baking you a cake for your
birthday. Have I, dear?” Hubby—
“No, my pet. I can look back upon
those cakes as milestones in my life.”
—Standard.
BIrs. Gabb—“Yes; my daughter ap
pears to have been married very
happily. Her husband has not wealth,
it must be admitted, but he has
family.” Mrs. Gadd— “Yes; I heard
he was a widower with six children.”
—New York Weekly.
Charlie Mariner (describing a canoe
race—“The course was aWfully chop¬
py, and, after standing for a while on
the starboard tack, I went over on to
the port tack-” Miss Tandem (in¬
terrupting)—“Oh, how badly you
must have been punctured!”
“I don’t know what this country is
coming to!” exclaimed the pessimist.
“You are on the wrong track,” replied
the official, as he signed an order keep¬
ing out an anarchist. “The thing to
worry about is what is coming to this
country.”—Washington Star.
“You kuow that saying, ‘Let me
make the songs of a Nation and I care
not who makes its laws?’ ” “Yes;
what of it?” “It ought to be amended
to read: ‘Let me make the laws of a
Nation and I’ll put in jail half the peo¬
ple who make its songs.’ ”—Cleveland
Record.
Uses of Emery.
For many years most of the emery
has been brought from Turkey and the
Greek islands. Its value for cutting
and polishing has been known since
the beginning of history. Very crude
methods are in use for obtaining this
substance for market. Enormous fires
are built on or against the rocks,
which are then cracked or broken by
throwing jets of cold water against
them. Emery has many uses, among
which is its employment in polishing
aud cutting. Being so unmanageable,
it for a long time defied the efforts of
man to put it into available shape, but
at length it was cemented into usable
forms and it was molded into wheels.
Emery millstones are a later-day im¬
provement. They are the most prac¬
tical of all stones, because they are
not affected by heat and the face is al¬
ways sharp. As cutting and polishing
powder, emery is of great value, and
emery sandpaper is an important arti¬
cle of manufacture.—American Culti¬
vator.
Volcanic Lore.
The volcanoes of Vesuvius and Etna
are never both active at the same time,