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THE LINCOLNTON NEWS
J. D. COLLEY & CO..
YOL. I.
MACHINERY DEPOT.
W. J. POLLARD,
MANUFACTURER and MANUFACTURERS’ AGENT.
MANUFACTURER OF
W. J. Pollard’s Champion Cotton Gin,
Feeders & Condensers,:& Smith's Hand Power Cotton &!Hay Press.
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General agent for Grain Threshers and Separators and Agricultural Imple¬
ments, Fairbanks & Co.’s Standard Scales, etc. Talbot & Sons’ Agricultural,
Portable and Stationary and Steam Engines and Boilers, Saw Mills, Grist
Mills, etc. C. & G. Cooper <fc Co.’s Traction Engines, Portable and Agricul¬
tural Engines, Watertown Agricultural, Portable and Stationary Steam En¬
gines, Saw Mills, etc. Goodali <fc Waters’ Wood Working Machinery. W. L.
Bradley’s Standard Fertilizers. The Dean Steam Pump. Kreible’s Vibrating
Cylinder Steam Engines. Otto’s Silent Gas Engines. Acme Pulverizing Har¬
row, Clod Crusher and Leveler.
MACHINERY OF ALL KINDS.
Belting, Packing, Brass Fittings, Iron Fittings, Iron Pipe, Rubber Hose and
everything that can be used on or about machinery. Cotton Mill Supplies a
specialty. Tools of all kinds, Hancock Inspirators, and will etc. Finally, I desire to
make the machine business a complete success, guarantee to furnish
everything wanted in that line on as reasonable terms and at as short notice
as any house in the country. My stock is the largest and most varied of any
house South. My connection superior with some of for the furnishing iargest manufactories the in the
United States gives me advantages best and most
reliable work found anywhere. Be certain to call on
•W. J\ FOIjXaA.K.ID 7
731, 734 & 736 Reynolds Street,
AUGUSTA, GEORGIA.
NewCurtains&Carpets
FOR SPRING TRADE.
NewMaddrass curtains—aesthetic.
New embroidered tamboured lace curtains.
New Nottingham lace curtains. .
New Algerine gold shot curtains.
New double-faced cantor, tormei curtains.
New raw silk curtains and silk damask.
New upholstery goods of every quality. cornice
New brass, ash, walnut and ebony
poles.
1X0 ] ROLLS BRUSSELS CARPETS
At 75 Cents per Yard, Made and Laid.
Three-ply ingrain and cheap carpets.
Rags, mats, crumb cloths.
Cocoa, Canton and Napier mattings.
Floor, stair and table oil-cloths.
Wall papers and room decorations.
Dado, fringe and room borders.
Hair-cloth, cane, moss.
CEORCE A. BAILIE’S
Masonic Building, 742 Brc-ad St.
JAMES HINES J
SUCCESSOR TO
P. H. NOROTN,
Washington. - - Gra •i
—DEALB.P IN—
Groceries" and Plantation Supplies.
Bagging and Ties, Meat and
Lard, Flour of the Best Grade,
ron, Plows, &c., Salt, Leather,
&c., Provisions of all Sorts.
The Reputation of the House shall be
Maintained. “ The Best Goods at the Lowest
Living Rates.”
At Mrs. N. Brum Clark’s
Ladies will find New and Stylish Neck
wkab. Look at the Febne Laces. They
must be seen to be appreciated.
The Latest Styles in Hats and Bonnets re¬
ceived weekly during the season. .
Our Mourning Bonne's and Crepe Veils
are unsurpassed in quality and price. Wo
keep best English Crepes, new Lisse Ruching,
New Ribbons—every width, color and qual¬
ity. Black
Silk Gloves, Mourning wear; Chil¬
dren’s Hosiery in excellent quality—some
New St :yles; Corsets, Hoop Skirts, Skirts Tour
mores, . Bridal Veiling and ____________■ Gloves; all kinds
of Veiling, . Brutsel’s Nets; Nets of all
kinds.
Great variety of Laces— Black, White and
Cream. Sewing Embroidery Silk, Silk, best Knitting
Silk, Jewelry, Buttons in latest styles,
New Lusterless Jet Bracelets, Ear¬
rings, Pius, Ac., Coin Silver Jewelry and
other styles entirely new; Material for Fancy
Work, New Hair Lace Goods—pretty Pillow Shams, Splashers, Ac.
styles. and becoming
II Polo” TV *w*w Caps, 'wupui “ * Fez” .v*l Caps, “ Tam AOU1 O’Shxn- vj toil -V
ter” Caps—in the new colors for Children.
Hand-Ki.itted Goods for Infante, (3ur Infants’
Ceps in Lace, Velvet and Satin. Stock
of Fan ay Goods is too varied to itemize.
We are prepared to furnish anything in
the Miujnrbt Like, and to fill orders
promptly. Orders from the country at¬
tended to as coon as reoeived. We never
Disappoint. Our friends in adjacent coun¬
ties will find it to their interest to send to us.
We will make any purchases for them in the
city free of commission.
We guarantee Prices and Qnality.
• 'MS Broad Street is the place to obtain
Stylish Article! for a Lady’s Toilet.
Give ns a call.
THE AUGUSTA, ELBERTON AND CHICAGO RAILROAD.
New extension fancy window cornices.
New ten-feet Window shades, beautiful do,
■Sew signs.
seven-leet window shades, .-esthetic pat*
terns.
New six-feet shades, very pretty and verj
cheap.
New store shades, plain and fancy.
Buttons, twine.
Brooms, brushes, dusters, sweepers, etc.
Engravings, chromos, frames, moldings.
Piano and table covers, table mats, picturi
wire.
Competent upholsterers on hand to do nl
work well and in season at
Murphey, Harmon &
NCOLNTON, GA„
TOMBSTONES,
PUT UP TO LAST.
Work Guaranteed,
Refer to their work throughout
county.
Prices "Very Low.
P. HANSBERGER,
—MANUFACTURER OF—
—AND DEALER IN—
Tobacco, Pipes and
Cigarettes to the trade a speoialty.
factory on Ellis street. Fireworks by
sale.
706 Broad street, AUGUSTA,
W. N.
COTTON FACTOR AND
General Contmimon
No. 3 Warren Block,
Augusta, Ga.
Will give personal and undivided
tion to the Weighing and Belling of
Liberal Cash Advances mads on
meats.
LINCOLNTON, GA., FKIDAY, JUNE 8, 1883.
Hope, Faith and Charity.
Is it only a weird, wild fancy
That’s Sitting through my brain?
And yet it sings, in a saddened tone,
“I shall never come again!”
For when Hope once is vanquished
It’s like a flower laid low;
And the only perfume in it then
Is the memory of long ago.
Is it only a troubled fancy
That flits across my mind?
Yet seems to say, in a gentle way,
“You have lelt me lar behind!”
For Faith ba9 a beautiful perfume,
It scatters its fmgranco far;
And ever amid the darkest night
You may see the brightest star.
Is it only a peaceful fancy
Trying me to enthrall,
Wearing itself into a motto,
“Charity’s the greatest ot all!”
Hope is so bright and sparkling,
Faith so tender and true,
Chanty’s mantle covereth all,
And is moistened with Heaven’s own dew.
— Chicago Inler-Octan.
CHAINED TOGETHER.
I am French by birth, and my name
is Francois Thierry. I will not bur¬
den you with my early history; but
will begin by stating that I was sent
to tfee galleys, and find myself to-day
an exile. Branding was not out of
date at that time, and until my death I
shall bear some fiery letters on my
shoulder.
I was arrested, registered, condemned
and sent to Paris. As I left the court
of justice my terrible sentence rang in
my ears. On the long road from Paris
to Bicetre—all day and all night—till
we arrived at Toulon, the cltfil rolling
of the prison wagon on the pavement
repeated it to me. When I look back
at that tim e, I thm k Unjust have been
stunned fiyifce-erieSpected severity of
my doom, for I have not the slightest
recollection of the particulars of that
journey. “Hard labor for life!” “Hard
labor for life!” I heard nothing else, I
could think of nothing else. Late in
the afternoon of the third day, the
wagon stopped, the door was unlocked
and I was led through a paved court,
into a hall that was but faintly lighted.
Here an officer asked me my name,
which was entered in a large book,
banded with iron as though it was
fettered.
“N o. 207,” cried the officer, “green!”
Then I was led into another room,
where I put on the uniform of a galley
slave. From this moment I lost my
individuality. I was no longer Fran¬
cois Thierry; but No. 207. The officer
was present while I was dressing.
“Hurry up!” he said; “it’s getting
late, and you must be married before
dinner.”
“Married?” I repeated
He laughed as he lit a cigar. I was
again led through another corridor into
a damp court, where wild-looking men
with clanking chains were walking up
and down before the muzzles of cannon.
“Bring No. 206,” cried the officer,
“and then call the priest.” No. 206
came in, dragging aheavy chain behind
him, and with him a robust black¬
smith/
The ring of an iron chain was put
around my ankle, and forged together
with a single stroke of the hammer
A like ring bound my companion.
Each stroke re-echoed through the
arches like the scornful laugh of
demons. The officer drew a small red
book from his pocket, and said:
“No. 207, listen to our prisoners’
laws: If you attempt flight and fail,
you will be bastinadoed. If you suc¬
ceed in getting to the harbor and are
there captured, you will be doubly
chained for three years. As soon as
you are missed, three cannon shots will
be fired and signals of alarm will be
hoisted on each bastion. Telegraphic
messages will be sent to the harbor,
guards and to the police throughout
France.”
After the officer had read this, with
a terrible satisfaction, he re-lit his
cigar, put the book away, and left the
hall. I was now a prisoner forged to
another prisoner. As I looked at him
I found his eyes turned toward me.
He was a sinister-looking fellow, and
about forty years old, not any taller
than I, but of herculean build.
“Then you are in for life?” he said.
“How do you know that?” I ex¬
claimed, angrily.
“I can tell by your cap—green is for
lifa Why are you here?”
“I conspired against the govern¬
ment.”
He shrugged his shoulders contempt¬
uously. “Then you’re an elegant one.
We other prisoners hate such aristo¬
cratic company.”
I made no answer.
“This is the fourth time that I’ve
been here,” continued my companion.
“Perhaps yon have heard of Gasparo,
the counterfeiter?”
I had heard of the daring criminal,
and drew back tremblingly from his
gaze. An uneasy look in his eyes told
me that he had noticed my shrinking.
From that moment he hated me.
Gasparo and I. with two hundred
other prisoners, were put to work in a
stone-quarry on the other side of the
harbor. Day after day, and week
after week, from sunrise to sunset, the
rocks resounded to our blows. Thus
spring and sumnlPFpassed, and autumn
came. My fell ow-priso ner was a
Piedmonte se. He had been a thief,
counterfeiter , incendiary , aaiLwhen he
last fled fro m prison he com mitted a
murder. Heaven alone knows how
my sufferings were intensified through
this terrible comradeship. How I
shrank from the touch of his hand!
What loathing took possession of me
when I felt his breath on my face at
night! I tried to overcome this aver,
sion; but in vain. He knew it as well
as I, and took every opportunity to
revenge himself in such ways as only a
depraved mind can think of. How¬
ever it would have been of no avail to
put myself in opposition to him, and
any complaint to the overseer would
only have provoked the wretch to
•worse tyranny. At last there came a
day when his hate seemed to diminish
He allowed me my night’s rest and
seemed to be in a hurry. The next
morning, shortly after we had begun
to work, he came close to me, and
■whispered in my ear:
“Do you want to escape?”
I felt the blood rush to my face, and
could not say a word.
“Can a secret?” he went
on.
“Until death!”
“Well, then, listen: To-morrow
Marshal d’Anvergue will inspect the
harbor, docks, prison and stone-quarry.
Salutes will be fired from the walls and
ships, which will make it difficult to
hear the guard’s signal for two escap¬
ing prisoners. Do you understand
me?”
“Yes.”
“What, then, will be easier than to
knock off the fetters with the pick-ax,
and escape when the overseer is not
looking our way ? Will you dare?”
“With my life!”
“Your hand.”
I had never before touched his
blood-stained hand, and could not re¬
frain from shuddering as I clasped it.
The next morning we had to undergo
an inspection before going to work.
An hour before noon the first salute
from the harbor reached wir ears.
The dull report went through me like
an electric spark! Gasparo whispered
to me:
“When the first shot is fired from
the barracks, strike with your pick-ax
on the first ring of my chain close to
the ankle.”
A sudden suspicion came over me.
“And if I should do it how r can I be
sure that you will then free me? No,
Gasparo, you must strike the first
blow.”
“As you say,” he answered smiling¬
ly, hut with a muttered curse.
At that moment a flash came from
the barracks, and then a report that
reveberated a hundred times from the
rocks. As the echo rolled over our
heads, I saw him get ready to strike,
and felt my chain fall. Hardly had
the thunder of the first shot died away
before the second came. Now, I was
to free Gasparo. I was less dexterous
than he, so it took several strokes to
free the chain. At the third shot we
threw away our caps, climbed up the
rock, and struck for a path that led
into the valley. Suddenly, at a sharp
bend in the road, we stood before a
little guard-house, in front of which
were two soldiers. They pointed
their guns at us, and ordered us to
surrender. Gasparo turned toward
me, struck me heavily, and said:
“There, stay, and let them capture
you. You always were a thorn in my
path.”
As I fell, I saw Gasparo throw down
one soldier, and rush toward the other.
Then a shot, and all was dark and
still around me.
When I opened my eyes, I found
myself lying on the floor of a little un¬
furnished room, but fairly lighted by
a small window. 1 arose with pain,
and, leaning against the wall, tried to
think. The recollection of my last ad¬
venture soon came to me. Probably 1
was in one of the upper rooms of the
guard-house. I crept to the door and
found it locked. The little window
was about four feet over my head. I
succeeded in reaching it and looked
out. The rock rose about forty feet
from the house, and a brook ran
between me and the cliff. To stay
here would be ruin, whereas in daring
farther lay a possibility of escape. I
forced myself through the small
window, dropped down, and crept
toward the brook. The water in the
brook came to my waist; but as both
banks were high, I could walk along
in it without my head showing. I
soon heard distant voices, and raising
my head over the bank of the stream,
I saw dark figures moving toward me.
Suddenly a dark lantern was turned
on the water close by my hiding-place.
1 dived under the water and held my
breath until it seemed that the veins
in my head would burst. When I
could bear it no longer I rose again,
took breath, looked around me, and
listened. All was still My pursuers
had gone. I then climbed the bank on
to the stony path. Wind and rain in
my face, I strode rapidly on with no
other leader than the storm.
About five o’clock in the morning, as
day began to dawn, I heard bells ring
nig, and saw a large city in front of
me. Not daring to go farther, I
sought shelter in some thick shrubbery
near the road. When night came on 1
continued my journey; but hunger
soon drove me into a small village on
the road. I crept softly between the
cottages and knocked on the minister’s
door. lie opened it himself and I told
him my story. He gave me something
to eat and to drink, an old coat in ex¬
change for mine, and a few francs.
On the fifth day after my flight
from Toulon I reached Italian ground.
I begged my way from place to
place until I arrived in Borne, where I
hoped to find occupation, if not friends.
I hired a small room, rested a few
days, and then eagerly sought work.
Evening after evening I returned dis¬
appointed. The little money which I
begged melted away. At last I could
not pay my landlord, and he turned me
out into the street. Mechanically 1
followed the stream of passers-by,
which led me to St. Peter’s. I crept in
wearily, and sank down in the shadow
of the large doors. Two men stood
near me reading a poster that was
hanging on one of the columns.
“Merciful heavens!” said one; “how
can a man risk his life for a few lire?”
“And with the certain knowledge
that out of eighty men eight or ten fall
and break their necks?”
“Horrible work!”
They passed on and were lost in the
crowd.
I sprang up eagerly and read the
notice. It was headed, “Illumination
of St. Peter’s,” and made known that
eighty men were wanted to light the
lamps on the dome, and three hundred
to light those on the columns. I went
to the manager, had my name put on
the list, received half my money down,
and was to present myself there at 11
o’clock the next morning. I was
there promptly, amid a crowd of miser¬
able-looking men. The doors of the
: bureau were soon open, and we crowa
ed into the hall. My eyes seemed to
be drawn toward one corner of the
room. My heart stood still—it was no
mistake—I had recognized Gasparo.
I went over toward, and touching him,
said:
“Gasparo, don’t you know me?”
He raised himself up lazily and said:
“Ah, Francois! I thought you were in
Toulon.”
“I can’t thank you that I’m not
there. Listen to me; if we both out¬
live this night you shall give me satis¬
faction for your perfidy.”
He looked indifferently at me, and
lay down to sleep. At 7 o'clock we
were all called up, and climbed the
stairs that led to the dome. My place
was about half-way up, and I saw Gas¬
paro go up still higher. When we
were all ready, we crept through the
windows up to small boards hanging
by ropes. Each one was given a
lighted torch, with which he was to
light the lamps that he passed as the
ropes were let down. After I had lit
all my lamps, I looked around at the
scene. Suddenly I felt my rope
shake, and looking up saw a man put¬
ting his torch to it. Almighty God!
It was Gasparo. With the agility ot
a cat I climbed up the rope, put mj
torch in the villian’s face, and caught
hold of the rope above where it was on
fire.
Gasparo, blinded and wild with pain,
gave a terrible yell and rolled down
like a stone. Through all the hum¬
ming of the living ocean beneath 1
heard the dull thud as my enemy
struck the pavement. I had hardly re¬
covered my breath when we were
drawn up again.
I told the director what T had gone
through. The truth of my story was
proved by the half-burned rope, and I
was given money enough to leave
Rome.
Since then I have had many adven¬
tures, but never found myself in such
terrible company as on the dome of St.
Peter’s on that fatal Easter.
In Oregon there is a railroad which
does a profitable business, although a
hand-car and a push car constitute its
entire equipment. The road, which is
about five miles long, was formerly
used by the Utter Coal company, but
upon its suspension a few years ago
the engine was taken off, a hand-car
substituted, and a lucrative business in
freight and passenger carriage built
up, the charge being $2.50 a ton for
freight and fifty cents for passengers.
Lumber is now being manufactured
from straw, the standard size being
thirty-two inches in width, twelve feet
in length, and the thickness the same
as the average surface boards.
Cota and Doga.
Why do cats run up the trees for
safety, and why does not the dog try
to follow them into the branches, in¬
stead of contenting himself with
futile barkings below ? Here we find
ourselves met by two points, the first
being that the structure of the two
animals is different, and the second
that the instinct coincides with the
structure. Up to a certain point their
structure is almost identical, but after
that point they begin to diverge. Both
are, in the wild state, carnivorous ani¬
mals, and both live on prey which they
procure by their own efforts. But the
mode in which they do so is widely
different. The dog pursues the prey
in the day-time, and runs it down by
fair chase. None of the cats do .this,
but almost invariably hunt at night.
Therefore their eyes are not made like
the dog’s. When Ponto has barked
himself hoarse after the cats in the
tree, we will call him and make him
look us in the face. The “pupils” of
his honest brown eyes are quite circu¬
lar, like those of the human being.
Suppose we look at them again after
dusk, we shall find that-they are much
larger than they appeared in daylight,
but they are still circular. Having in¬
duced Ponto to go back to his own
premises and coaxed the cats from
their refuge, we will examine their
eyes as we did those of the dog. The
pupil of the eye will be seen to be lit
tie more than a narrow slit. Toward
dusk, if we look at pussy’s eyes, we
shall see that the slit has greatly wid
ened. At midnight the pupils will be
as circular as those of the dog, only
very much larger in proportion to the
Size of the animal. This change is
caused by the effect of light upon the
mechanicism of the eye, and it is inva¬
riable in the cat all over the world.
The Chinese have long known and
utilized this phenomenon. As we all
know, they are very fond of cats,
both as pets and for the table; in
which latter taste they are perfectly
right, for jugged cat is quite as good
as jugged hare, and very few persons
would discover the imposition if one
were substituted for the other. If,
then, a Chinese wishes to tell the time
on a cloudy day, when the sun cannot
guide him, he takes up the nearest cat
looks a.V its eyes, ahri "feten
of the pupil can form a very good idea
of the time .—Good Words.
French Claimants.
As French politics turn on what
shall be the future status of claimants
to the throne, just who these individ¬
uals are is a matter of considerable in¬
terest. There are four claimants, so
called. One is Prince Jerome Napo¬
leon, who is the heir of the house of
.Bonaparte. He is a nephew of the
first Napoleon, and therefore a first
cousin of the Third Napoleon. Under
the settlement of succession lain down
by the founder of the house, Jerome
became its heir after the death of the
young prince imperial in June, 1880.
He it was who was lately imprisoned
for his proclamation, denouncing the
republic. But Jerome is much disliked
by .the Bonapartists, and many of that
party have adopted his son, Prince
Victor, as their candidate for the throne,
so that in one sense father and son are
rivals. The other two claimants are
Henry, Count of Chambord, and the
Count of Paris. The Count of Cham¬
bord is the last surviving representa¬
tive of the elder branch of the
Bourbons, He is a grandson of
the last Bourbon king, Charles X., who
was expelled from the throne in 1830.
He is an elderly man of obstinate na¬
ture, and has long lived at Frohsdorf
in Austria. The party of “legitimists”
in France, comprising most of the old
nobility, hope to restore him to the
throne under the title of “Henry the
Fifth.”
The Count of Paris is heir of the Or.
leans family, being the grandson of
that king, Louis Phillipe, who succeed,
ed Charles X., on the French throne in
1830. He is an able and excellent
man, forty years of age; and is at
present serving, with his uncle, the
Duke D’Aumale, and his brother, Duke
De Chartres,as an officer in the French
army. He is said to have given up his
claims to the throne in favor of his dis¬
tant relative, the Count of Chambord.
It may be stated that, as Chambord is
childless, should he come to the throne
the Count of Paris would be his legiti¬
mate heir. If the republic shall be de¬
stroyed the probabilities strongly favor
the elevation of a member of the Or¬
leans family,either the Count De Paris
or his uncle, the Duke D’Aumale.
A Mr. Stickney, said to be the last of
the grandsons of Major-General Stark
died recently at Toledo, O., at eighty
years of age. His father, John Stick¬
ney, who married a daughter of Gener¬
al Stark, was a very eccentric man
and named his three sons respectively
line Stickney, Two Stickney, and Three
Itickney. The last two named died
liveral years ago.
PUBLISHERS.
NO. 34.
avxoaova.
“I cannot sing the old songs,”
She raspingly did toot
While at an asthmal organ
Her fingers she did shoot.
“Thank heaven!" growled the parefitj
With manifest ado, - *
"An’ pray they’ll fix the new ones
Just so you cannot, too.”
Whether a man is in the hardware
business or not, he always keeps nails
on hand.
A little Southern boy denounced his
snoring brother for “sleeping through
his nose.”
English sparrows are said to be good
on toast. They are pretty good on
bread crumbs.
“Over the crystal waters she leans
in careless grace,” says a recent poem
Another case of sea-sickness.
It is a singular thing, but the most
pleasing period of a dentist’s life is
when he looks down in the mouth.
The mouthpiece of the telephone
may be perfectly respectable, but there
are a great many things said against
A rather cynical lady, somewhat of
a flirt, says most men like colds, are
very easily caught, but difficult to get
rid of.
“I'm sure,” said a confiding pld lady,
“that my son never drinks ^anything at
night, because he’s always so thirsty in
the morning.” . „ ■ s
Customer—“Have you anv first-class
musical instruments .Sfanpkoeper—
„ Yes> teststock m town, sir; can’t
be beat » Customer (turning to go
out )_« Can *t ^ beat, eh? Sorry;
wanted a drum.”
“He’s not just what you call hand¬
some,” saidthemajor, beaming through
his glasses on no utterly hideous baby,
as it lay peacefully howling in its
mother’s arms. "But it’s the kind of
face that grows on you.” “It’s not the
kind of face that ever grew o» y
was the indignant reply of the ms
nal being; “you’d be better looking if
it bad.”
O.VL1 III E FEB T WIDE.
The Queerest 11 ouse lit Vew lork.-How
if Came to t-e Itullt. .
The narrowest house in this city,
say the New York Evening Post, may
be seen at the northwest corner of
Lexington avenue and Eighty-second
street. When Lexington avenue was
cut through some years ago, a strip. of
land five feet wide and one hundred
feet deep was all that was left of a
certain lot belonging to a person who
did not own the next lot on the street.
The strip, while of little value by
itself, would be valuable to the person
owning the adjoining lot on Eighty
second street, because it would not
only enable him to build a house five
feet wider, but would give him
wiiidows all along the side of his
house on Lexington avenue. The two
owners, however, could not agree as to
terms, and a house was erected on the
lot adjoining the narrow strip. The
owner of the latter had nothing to do
but to abandon his lot,or build a house
five feet wide upon it. The latter
course was perhaps adopted because
such a house would shut up all the
side windows of the neighboring build¬
ing, and considerably reduce its value.
The new building, which has been
finished for some months, is therefore,
five feet wide, 100 feet deep and four
stories high. It is divided into two
houses, each fifty feet long, and the
entrance doors are of course, on the
avenue, as there is no room for a door
at either end of the building. The
law allows a building at the corner of
a street to have projecting bay
windows along the side, and taking
advantage of this circumstance, the
architect has managed to plan a house
which, while peculiar iu inside appear¬
ance, and probably very uncomfortable
to live in, may find tenants. 'Without
these bay-windows or square projec¬
tions running from the foundations to
the roof it would not have been passi¬
ble to build a house at all, for no room
would have been wider than three feet.
Each house has, therefore, two bay
windows, in one of which are the
stairs, and in the other, one room
about eight feet wide by fifteen long,
upon each floor. The long passage
between the stair-wall and the room is
about three feet wide. Each house
contains a kitchen eight by fifteen
feet and four rooms, each of the same
size, but on different floors. There are
also ingeniously-placed closets at each
end of the building and under the
stairs. Both houses are unoccupied.
One is offered for rent at $500 a year.
If a person were taken out of a
sewer, old well, mine or gas tank in an
insensible condition, what would you
do for him? Loosen the clothing
and cause artificial respiration.