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SUNDAY MORNING. A MATTER CF OOUBT. J? ve t° read of daring deeds. Of clash and clamoring of war; To learn of one who bravely bleeds, Defending what he’s lighting for, But South America is much 'Too mingled for my mind to hitch— The tangle they are in is such I don’t know which is lighting which. They’re skipping out with treasuries. And blowing public buildings down. And every city quakes and sees Some doughty leader’s fighting frown. The cable brings the thrilling news Of men who die in some last ditch — To grasp it must ray mind refuse— I don t know which is fighting which. The clang of swords, the blustered boast, Are ringing now both night and day; The troops are battling on the coast; By sea and land they run away. I wonder if they know the truth. Or if to fight they simply itch. £ I wonder if they know—forsooth, Ift hey know which is fighting which. —W .D. Nesbit, in Baltimore American. THE DEAD ALIVE. A Drama of To-Day By Hubert Cecil. PISSPITE tin.- lute hour, lights shone iu the library, together with the glow and reflection of a big, cheerful fire. Drawn near to this was a round oak table cov ered and littered by documents of all descriptions; while beside it with his head resting on his arms. Horace Nor oliffe, banker and broker, sat soundly sleeping. Outside the casement window, whose curtain had not been lowered, was a face sharp as that of any fos. The small eyes, intense and glistening, were tiled immovably on the slumbering man, and the slhu, dapper body quiv ered with triumphant excitement at the sight. Cautiously inserting a clasp knife blade, he deftly forced up the hasp, then stepped within, closed the window and dropped the curtain. Gliding noiselessly to the door, he turned the key in the lock. Presently, however, lie shook the banker smartly by the shoulder. A disapproving grunt was the only re sponse he received. But a vigorous slap on the back brought Horace to his feet with a bound. Slariug about him, dazed and bewildered, he finally perceived the amused intruder, at whom he gazed long and incredibly. "Who are you?” he demanded, when his astonishment permitted. "What do you want here?’’ “I answer to Jedrey, and my business here is—well, rather peculiar.” “Then state it quickly and begone,” said Horace sternly, with his hand on the bell, “unless you wish to be ar rested.” “You may ring yourself blue, my dear sir," returned Jedrey, “but no one will heed you. It has turned 12, ami tlie servants are all in bed. Besides, yon would be wise to hear me. A man of your prominence should always have a clear character, and not a mere pretence to one." “Why, what do you mean?” said Hor ace sharply. “Mean?” retorted Jedrey, “I mean to tell your history better even than you know it yourself.” He then sketched the banker's career In an accurate manner. He told how wbca a susceptible young man lie bad married a Woman who, older than him self, afterward proved to be unworthy of the love he liad bestowed upon her either before or after he had made her his wife. As he had desired to avoid the scandal of a divorce Ik; had left her to seek his fortune in a distant city. Reports that came to him from his old home told of the woman's downfall, disappearance, and finally of her death. 'After several years had passed he had met and murried his present wife and was enjoying to the full the happiness of perfect love. Much as lie regretted to disturb this happiness, the visitor continued, he was obliged to inform him that his first wife was not dead, but living and anxious to see him. “Heavens!” exclaimed Horace, ail apathy vanishing in sudden dismay. “Alice alive? Alive? But no; impos sible! It is false—hideously false! Be yond the slightest doubt she committed suicide.” “Have you ever had absolute proof that the buried woman was actually your wife?” “No. but ” “Then don’t be deluded any longer," declared Jedrey, literally beside him self with glee. “She is rto more dead than you are. She has been craving al! these weary years to see her beloved husband. And, by the way, capital, and plenty of it, is the only thing to quiet her!” “If you do not instantly depart” shouted the banker, clenching bis hands fiercely, ”1 will kill you—l swear It!” “The threat," he said, “is both empty and foolish. However. I will obey your command if you promise to obey mine. The sole object of this visit, on behalf of Alice, is money. Money wo must have—shall have. The amount decided upon is £20,000. Do you agree to pay it?” ' "Twenty thousand pounds?” mut tered the banker. “Yes! I agree! But I cannot pay it now, or ltere.” “That is immaterial,” chuckled Jed rey. advancing and unlatching the win dow. “Your word and my knowledge are sufficient. Meet me on the other side of the Dennon Arches, two nights hence, after dark. Be sure to bring the money. Fail to do so, and Alice herself will call upon your wife!” Shuddering at the appalling menace, Horace fastened the window and then. silently praying for some way of es cape, lie hastened to unlock ihe door of the room, to find his wife, clad only in a loose, flimsy dressing gown. She had fainted away. Lifting her tenderly in his arms, he carried her back to iier own room, where he successfully applied restora tives. She had awakened, it seems, in the midst of a dreadful dream. She thought he was in danger, that site might lose him. that they would soon be parted forever. And Horace, with a cruel, aching pain at his heart, realized how prophetic must the dream become. To remain with his wife, should Alice chance to be alive, was utterly out of the question. His conscience and in tegrity, the whole man in him, forbade that. He would prove the dream either true or false, even though the result might break his heart. The next day, therefore, he instructed his valet to pack his portmanteaus, and forward the same to him, directly he sent for them. Then he called on his lawyer, an old college chum. “George," he said, brokenly, gripping his hand, “certain circumstances have arisen which may necessitate my leav ing the country. 1 shall know definite ly to-morrow night. Everything is hor ribly unreal, as yet. But there, ask me no details, there's a good fellow. Only pledge your word to take this explaua lion to my wife. Comfort her, George, in memory of Ihe old days. Let no harm befall iter, don't allow her to grieve or fret, settle my affairs for her.” And ere the astonished man of law could accept or refuse the trust. Horace had rushed away. How the intervening hours passed, Horace was never clearly conscious. The appointed time, however, at last drew near, and faint and haggard, lie quickly repaired to the place of meet ing. anxious, yet dreading, to learn the worst. Jedrey was already there, and stepped forward from the shadow of one of the arches. “That's right," lie said briskly, “I'm glad I did not mistake my mau. Brought the money, I suppose." “Why else should I be here?” replied Horace, striving to conceal his trem bling apprehension. “Yet even you cannot expect me to pay until Alice is produced alive.” “That is easily done,” said Jedrey, keenly enjoying his discomfiture. "Fol low nte; it isn’t far.” Dejected and wretched, with every hope now shattered, Horace trudged mournfully iu the wake of his guide. Yet had they thought to look behind, they must have Inevitably detected three figures creeping stealthily after them. Presently a dull patch of light be came visible. It shone from the win dow of a small, square cottage, old and dilapidated, whose door opened readily to the touch. The interior was a combined living and sleeping apartment. A low, filthy bed occupied oq^g-orncr. In a chair at the side sat, or rather swayed, a woman truly indescribable. Coarse matted hair hung danky about her head and shoulders. Ilcr features, clean and washed, must have been more than repellant; but, black, grimy, bloated, grinning, they presented an ap pearance shocking and repulsive in the extreme. “Hello, Horry, old boy,” she cried, “bow are you? Cotne, give us a kiss, dearie! What! Is my cherub shy? Ha! ha! ha! Then let me give you one!” Tltc banker surveyed her silently, dumbly, blankly. There had been no deception, no trickery. “Are you satisfied yet?” queried Jed rey, sardonically. “Perhaps you would like still further proof. Alice,” he com manded, turning to her, “show him your marriage certificate.” “Ha, ha, ha!” giggled Alice, fumbling among the folds of her tattered dress. “Proof docs he want, eh? Pretends not to know his loving wifey, does he? See,” she added, drawing forth a crumpled document, and lurching to ward him with it; “there you are, dearie, in black and white!” Suddenly, however, the door flew wide back, and George Grimmell, dart ing inside, hastily snatched the paper and scanned it eagerly. "Hurrah!” he shouted, throwing aside the drunken woman, who stumbled across the bed and passively lay there, half sobered by surprise l . “As I imagined! before she met you! Mixed the certificates! Officer, officer, catch that man! Quick; don’t let him escape! That’s It; slip the jingles on him! Horace,” lie continued, shaking his ha*! excitedly, “you’re a fool! Don't you comprehend, man? .Tedrcy’s her husband—her real and first one! And Lucy’s your wife—your second and true one!”—Now York News. The I’ay Author* Receive In Japan. Japanese authors receive so little pay for work in their own country that a native writer says there is no hope for any remarkable Japanese work to be produced. A Japanese man of let ters, in order to live in bare comfort, has to produce at least four or five long volumes a year, and it is seldom he receives as much as two hundred dollars for a voluminous novel. In or der to live decently he must earn at least seven hundred dollars a year. It will be seen from these figures that he can scarcely be expected to do any fine work at that rate of production. The only professional Japanese author in America at present is Onoto Wa tanna. Miss Watanna’s striking suc cess in this country ought to encourage other Japanese novelists to learn Eng lish and come to America.—Harper's. Of those sentenced by English courts as habitual drunkards more than one third are women. - Mining Anthracite. How The Pennsylvania Coal Fields Are Worked. THE word anthracite, which lias become such a vital part of the life of the American people, is a striking example of how the world becomes dependent on what may be termed the latter-day progress of mankind. Just loti years ago Philadelphia received her first shipment of anthracite coal. It came to the city iu two great river arks, and was used to gravel the sidewalks. A small quantity of. this coal was burned in a grate, hut the experiment was not a success, and in 1800, when another ark load of coal tied up at the wharf in tile Quaker city it was rejected no one wanted it. In ISOS Judge Fell, of Wilkesbarro. successfully burned anthracite iu a grate. In 1812 another effort was made to market anthracite coal in Philadelphia, but nine wagon loads which were sent there from Pottsville had to be given away. The real history of the anthracite coal industry begins in IS2O, when 3(55 tons of coal were shipped to Philadel phia from the Lehigh region. During Ihe next ten years the trade from the Lehigh regions was firmly established, and the Schuylkill region was opened up upon the completion of water com munication with Philadelphia. During the latter part of this period the Dela ware and Hudson Canal Company was organized and began the shipment of JL BARSS~APAftTd MIM 1 (jr 1 nArnmt \\ \\ \ j Mi// | >. y/ gig CAST | COAL BREAKER, SHOWING METHOD OF PREPARING ANTHRA CITIC COAL FOR MARKET. anthracite from Carbondale by the canal and (he gravity railroad. Front this time on tlie trade rapidly Increased, canals and gravity roads multiplied, only to be replaced by lotto motives on their advent. One of the first locomotives used in this country was for the purpose of hauling anlliru clte. The process of mining anthracite coal consists of two methods—stripping and closed work. Stripping is the process where the coal lies near tlie surface of the ground as it does in many in stances in the anthracite field. The closed work is that done under ground, or at the bottom of a shaft. Owing to the character of the deposits the room and pillar system is employed. When the shaft cannot be placed so ns to reach ihe lowest point of the deposit, th coal below is readied by inside or blind shafts or inside slopes. These shafts, which are sometimes sunk to a depth of over 1000 feet, usually have several compartments, one for the pumpway and ladder, and two or more for hoisting. A common size of the hoisting compartments is 7x12 feet. The coal is brought to tlie bottom of the shaft from the inside or blind shafts by means of small ears, and in some in stances sheet iron chutes, according to the inclination of the shaft, according as the blind shaft slopes up or down from the bottom of tlie shaft, from the surface. Anthracite is mined with band rotary drills and by black blasting powder. Dynamite or giant powder is used for flack work, sometimes for driving gangways, and in some locations for blasting coal itself where five damp necessitates a flameloss explosive. Tlie mines are ventilated by rotary fans. The law requires that each miner shall be supplied with at least 200 cubic feet of air per minute. Fire damp is preva lent in many of the anthracite shafts, necessitating the use of safety lamps by the miners. The cost of mining anthracite coal is greater than the cost of mining bitu minous coal, and this cost does not “nil when the coal is landed at the surface of the mine. Anthracite ns it comes from the mine consists of lumps of va rious sizes, and intermixed with these lumps is a mixture of rocks. Those lumps must be broken and assorted as to size before the anthracite is ready for the market, since the economic use of anthracite requires that the lumps THE BRUNSWICK DAILY NEWS. must be of as near uniform size as pos sible, 'and as there is a greater demand for the intermediate sizes, the largei lumps must be broken down to smaller sizes. This elaborate preparation greatly increases the cost of the coal. Anthracite is prepared for market in what is known as tile coal breaker, a large building, usually built of timber, but sometimes of steel and iron. The coal is broken up by machinery con sisting of toothed rolls, after which it is screened in circular revolving screens. Tile slate is picked out by hand by boys and old men, who sit along the chutes through which the coni passes. As far as possible the work of sorting sizes and picking out impurities Is done by machinery. As Ihe illustration shows, the general plan is to sort the coal over inclined liars, then to pass what goes through the bars over revolving or slinking screens, while wlint goes through goes directly to the loading bins, or else is broken up into smaller sizes by rolls and then separated into the various sizes by screens. Tlie capacity of the average breaker is front 2000 to 3000 tons of coal a day. The tendency of recent years lias been to use more of the smaller sizes of anthracite, and consequently the breaking has been done with this end in view. Curious Siirffiotl Chso. The popular belief that a man who receives a wound from a bullet in the heart is bound to die therefrom almost instantaneously is now seen to be un founded, for at tlie last meeting of tlie French Academy of Medicine I)r. Pey rat told of a man who was restored to health alter his heart had been pierced by a ball from a revolver. Tlie wound ed man, he said, was placed In a hos pital In Paris, and Dr. Launny, a noted surgeon, operated on him there with great success. According to Dr. Pey rat this is tlie only case of the kind oil record. True, statistics recently compiled by Dr. Dentu, show that out of every hundred persons who receive wounds in the heart from swords or daggers from thirty to forty-two are cured, but, though medical books have been carefully searched, no record has been found in them of a man wiio lias been rescued from death after his heart liad been perforated by a ball. Tin* Telephone In Corsica. Ajaccio, in Corsica, the birthplace of Napoleon, lias anew telephone service. At present its subscribers are three in number. Photograph by Atman A Cos. The Hon. Michael Henry Herbert, (Succi-HBor to Lord Pauncet'oto a British Amba-sador to the United States.) Brussels lias a church clock wound up by atmospheric expansion induced by the heat of the sun. Two More of Our Series of Tombs of the Presidents Thoiouft Jpftenioii, At Mouticello, near Charlottesville, Virginia, Thomas Jefferson was buried. The plain granite shaft at the grave hears an inscription, prepared by Jef ferson himself, setting forth that it is tlie burial place of tlie author of the Declaration of Independence. ' H I ‘t'h ■ ■** ' WSlif iy-4! ii| Andrew Jackson. Like several of the early Presidents, Andrew Jackson was buried beside ids wife, at liis homestead, The Hermitage, near Nashville, Tennessee. This cor ner of the estate was afterward bought by the women of Tennessee and given to the State. Woman at Railroad Cropping. The feminine guardian of a railroad crossing is a type well known to trav elers in France. As the train ap proaches a crossing on. sees a quaint old dame, with a sunburned face, wear ing an apron with wondrous stripes, and a queer-looking 1 lack hat made of waxed cloth, similar in shape to tlie old straw hat of tlie Jack Tar of by gone days. This hot is only worn when a train goes by, presumably to give n certain amount of official dignity * 1 GUARDING A FRENCH RAILROAD CROSSING to the wearer when on duty. Slung around the left arm is the trumpet with which warning is given to pedes trains and others of the approach of a train, and in tlie right hand is seen tne red flag, which is kept rolled round the stock when tlie road is clear, and only unfurled as a danger signal. “IT’S THE PACE THAT KILLS.” " Auto—“ What was your record last week?” Trolley—“ Seven.” . • Auto—'‘Oh! You’re dead slow. Mine was nine.” Trolley—“ Yes, but I once nearly killed a President of the United States; you can’t beat that.”—Philadelphia Inquirer. - A REMARKABLE ‘‘CATCH.'* NDie-Year-Old Girl Liflnd* n Ninety-seven Found Fish. Miss Kathleen Duusnmir. the nine year-old daughter of tlie Premier of British Columbia, succeeded not long ago in landing the monster fisli in the illustration, which actually weighed A NINE-TEAR-OLD FISHER MAIDEN’S RE MARKABLE CATCn. ninety-seven pounds and measured over five feet, considerable more than the little lady who made so successful a haul. The catch was effected from a steamer anchored in Union Bay, British Columbia, a strong salmon line and salmon bait being used, and so delighted were tlie crew with her suc cess that nothing would satisfy them but that the small flsherwoman and her giant lisli should be photographed together. A Woman** Unwieldy Road. Hardly anywhere in tlie world docs the traveler see men, women and chil dren staggering under loads so un wieldy as in Mexico. The photo, re produced—taken in Pcotlau, Mexico— shows a native girl with both bands full of baskets and a stack of hats on her head which would crush an ordi nary American man. A Mexican wom an will walk the streets all day carry f . From a Photo, by Winfield Sc< “hardly anywhere in the world DOES THE TRAVELER SEE MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN STAGGERING UNDER LOADS SO UNWIELDY AS IS MEXICO.” lug such a burden and look and feel none the tireder for it.—The Wide World Magazine. The Punishment Sufficient. The law 1 has no penalty l'or stealing a heart, because the punishment of having it left on your hands is enough. —Now York Press. A man has to have a pretty hard cheek to travel on his face. Our. Budget of Humor. Tlie Awakening. Beryl—“ Yes, when Jack married her lie thought site was an angel, but It wasn’t long before he found out his mistake.” . W& Sibyl—“ Disappointed?” Beryl—“l should say not. He found she was a good cook.”—Baltimore Her ald. Cnn.e of the Trouble. Homer—“ Great Guns! There’s Nex door and his wife quarrelling again. That’s thq fourth tlmo this week.” Mrs. Homer—“ Yes. Mrs. Nexdoor told me tlie other day that they couldn't agree as to what each should do to make the other happy.”—Chicago News. Came With Her. “Your husband." said the talkative man, “has such a gentle disposition. He inherited it from bis mother, I sup pose?” "No,” replied Mrs. Henpeck. signifi cantly. “I think I may safely say that was part of my dowry.”—Philadelphia Press. Punctured. “The enemy,” said the aid, as he low ered his field glasses, “is preparing to charge. A full brigade of bicyclists is about to be burled against our left flank.” “Order up a regiment of tack sprink lers immediately,” commanded the gen eral.—Chicago Post. I * ’ Admiration. “You have a profound admiration for that philosopher.” "I have.” “And yet you say you don’t fully un derstand what he writes,” “That’s true. But the fact that ho understands it himself shows that lio must be a wonderfully smart man.”— Washington Star. Blunt, Sol. Shullowpate—'“Doctor, what do you think is the cause of this rush of blood to my bead ?” Dr. Cutting Ilintz—“Nature; it ab hors a vacuum.”—New York Press. Anticipated. “Don't you think we had better lay aside something for a rainy day?" wa the somewhat reproachful. “Charley, dear,” said young Mrs. Tor kins, “I’m so glad you said that. While I was out shopping this morn ing I bought two lovely silk umbrellas; one for you and one for me.”—Wash ington Star. What Frightened Her. * Mistress—“ There is no need for you to be so frightened in a thunderstorm. When you hear the thunder, that tells you the lightning that 'preceded it did not strike you.” Maid—“But it doesn’t tell me tha* Ihe next flash won’t strike me. That’s the one that's bothering me.”—Boston Transcript. “Their Wedding; Journey.’* Harry—“To tell the truth, I don’t be* lieve Alice ever cared tor me,” Harriet—“ Nonsense! What put that idea into your head?” Harry—“l know what I'm talking about. How otherwise do you account for it that she remembers everywhere we went on our honeymoon ?”—Boston Transcript. Wliat Ping-Tong is Uke. “Ping-pong,” said the lady in the golfing skirt, “is just like golf.” “It’s just like tennis,” declared the lady in the linen suit. “You’re both wrong.” observed the heavy-set gentleman who was wiping liis brow and breathing with evident effort. “It’s just like hard work.”—ln. diannpolis News. The Kasier Way. “I’ve been two weeks trying to coax my husband to give me SSO to buy se ' new dress,” complained Mrs. Gazzam to Mrs. Wiffles. “I never do that.” “What do you do?” “I have my new dress charged and leave my husband to fight it out with tlie collector.” - Harper’s Bazar. The Thoughtful Hostler. “See here, John, this automobile of mine looks as if it had had some pretty lively usage. You didn’t have it out • while I was away, did you?” 1 “Why. yes, sor. I did. I was afraid | it would git shtiff slitanding in the 3 shtable so long, an’ so I gave it a little lively exercise, d’ye moind, every pies int day.”—Cleveland Plain-Dealer. No Way Out. “I couldn’t get out of marrying her,” . Ilenpeck explained. “When she pro- : posed she said, ‘Will’you marry me? Have you any objection?’ You see, no>. matter whether 1 said ijes’ or ‘no,’ shi* .-.‘ il mi'." “Why didn't you just-keep silent, ; !hen’s" inquired his friend. >■ “That'* wliat J-did. and she’said, ; Silence given consent;' and that ended 3 me.”- Phi.lftdglphla Press. , 4. NOVEMBER 16