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WORDS OP WISDOM.
r There is no policy like politeness; at>
a good name, or to supply the want of lu
Let friendship gently creep to a
height; if it rush to it, it may soon run
itself out of breath.
In studying character, do not be blind
to the shortcomings of a warm friend or
the virtues of a bitter enemy.
If thou desirest ease, in the first place
take care of the ease of thy mind, for that
will make other sufferings easy.
It is no help to a sailor to see a flash
of light across a darkness, if he does
not instantly steer accordingly.
The seeds of love can never grow but
under the warm and genial influence of
kind feelings and affectionate manners.
Words are spiritual forces, angels of
blessing or of cursing. Unuttered, we
control them; uttered, they control us.
It is better to be the builder of our own
name than to be indebted by descent for
the proudest gifts known to books of
heraldry.
Some are brave one day and cowards
another, as great captains hive often
told me from their own experience and
observation.
Whatever is coming, there is but one
Way to meet it—.to go straightforward,
to bear what is to be borne, and to do
what is to be done.
No person can be so feeble or so poor
that he has not a duty to perform;
which, being performed, makes him one
with the highest and greatest.
Let us remember those that want nec
cessaries, as we ourselves should have de
sired to be remembered had it been our
to subsist on other men's
Llllputian Tribes.
ice Le Plongcon writes
jeount, published in the Scientific
American, of some villages of pigmies
discovered by her husband and herself
on the eastern coast of Yuc&tan. It is
singular that recent ethnological discov
eries in various parts of the world have
related to dwarf tribes, and Mrs. Le
Piongeon, before describing the Lilipu
tian towns of Yucatan, reminds us that
a number of stone tombs were found a
few years ago on the banks of what the
printed account calls the river Merrimac,
containing adult human skeletons only
three feet long, and it is probable that
the colonization of Central Africa will
show the existence of many tribes of
little men. In Mexico, particularly in
the south, the dwarfs play a large part
in the traditions of the natives, who at
tribute to them the construction of the
ruined buildings found there, and some
times profess to have seen them, or to
have been disturbed by the sound of
their hammering at night. The place
most frequented by the dwarfs seems to:
have been Cozumel Eland, a low, flat
reef, about twenty-four miles in length,,
off the east shore of Yucatan. On this
island still exist the ruins of pigmy cities
of considerable importance, with tem
ples built of carefully-hewn stone,
the largest of which is fourteen feet long
and nine feet high, and has a doorway
three feet high and eighteen inches wide;
and near by are well constructed trium
phal arches nine feet high. On the
neighboring coast are still to be seen the
remains oi villages, all the houses in
which are of stone, but so small that no
one larger than an ordinary child of two
Kirs could comfortably get into them.
ere is some reason to suppose that the
little race still survives. According to
the Indian guide who led Dr. and Mrs.
Le Piongeon to the ruins, and who pro-'
fessed to have seen the drwarfs frequent
ly, they are very small and quite shy,
appeal ing only at night, with large hats
on their heads, and never speaking to
those whom they meet. Many of our
readers are old enough to have seen the
"Altec children ;* the diminutive eueci
mena of a race supposed to be extinct,
which were exhibited about the country
twenty-five years ago; and it is not im
possible that the remnant of tribes which
the country long before the
Toltec conquest may be found in the val
leys of the Cordilleras, just aa represen
tatives of nearly all the ancient European
races are found still existing in the re
moter Alpine valleys.— American AreAi-
The light of friendship is like the
light of phoephorus—seen plainest when
all around is dark.
Five million pounds of dynamite are
used for blading purposes in the terri
tory weat of the Missouri riw»
TOGETHER.
The summer-time is brief,
When, the brier is in the leaf,
And the arras of the heavens is blue;
There’s not a cloud to-day,
Search we near or far away,
Only sunshine, only sunshine, for us two. 2.
The dimpling water calls,
The tide to landward crawls,
Shall we spread the sail, or dip the oar,
And steer for Tyntagil,
Or what fairy coast you will,
Whatever mystic, far, romantic (
The nymphs and nereids there
May twist their sea-weed hair,
And the sirens jsing their sweetest melodies-
While we float and float along
To the echo of their song,
Out on the mysterious, storied seas.
We may lean upon the oar,
And listen to the lore
That the breakers whisper in our.
We may catch the sigh, alas!
Os drowning folk who pass
Far beyond us to some unreported sphere.
But perhaps the wind may rise,
And touch us as it flies,
And thewhite squall follow in our wake;
And sweep us farther still,
With its resistless will,
From the flower-haunted strands we hope to
make.
Yet engulfed in bitter death,
With fainting, failing breath,
Touching land unknown in any chart,
What to us the waning light,
Os the planet in its flight,
So we neither live, nor die, apart?
—Mary N. Prescott., in Bazar
UNCLE XTLBIC’SMONEY.
"So he’s dead at last!” said Mrs.
Glover.
"Dead at last I” said Mr. Glover.
"He always said he should live to 'be
ninety,” sighed the old lady.
"And missed it by just six months,”
observed her husband sagely.
"Poorold man!” said Mrs. Glover,
instinctively, shaking out the folds of a
new black-bordered pocket-handker
chief.
"We must all die,” originally re
marked Mr. Glover.
But in this decent and seemly regret
with which they, as the legatees and last
surviving relatives of old Ulric Upshur,
spoke of his death, there was no over
whelming sorrow. Why should there
be?
A man who lives close on to the edge
of ninety, and dies leaving a snug little
sum over and beyond his funeral ex
penses, may surely be said to have ful
filled his destiny. •
If he had desired to be sincerely
mourned, he should have surrounded
himself with family ties. Second-cousins
can hardly be expected to weep floods of
tears on the coffin of an eccentric old
personage, whom they have never seen
more than a half a dozen times in their
lives; the Glovers bought themselves
proper straightened their
countenances into regulation gravity,
•when they alluded to tbp deceased ; bud
the first thought was one of exultation
at the wealth which had now descended
to them.
"A thousand dollars in good, hard
cash,” said Mr. Glover.
“To be paid over at once,” sighed his
•wife.
The Glovers looked radiantly at each
other. They had never had so much
money in their possession at any one
time since they had got married, twenty
good years ago.
“My dear,” said Mrs. Glover, "if ever
man deserved it, you do! You have al
ways "worked hard and paid your honest
debts.”
“Martha, don’t say a word,” remarked
Mr. Glover, patting his wife’s plump
shoulder. “No man ever had a better
wife than you to save and economize,
and make every penny go as far as
two.”
"Os course the money is yours,” said
Mrs. Glover.
“No, Martha, yours,” corrected her
husband.
“But Uncle Ulric was your rela
tion.”
"The law, my dear, regards husband
and wife as one.”
“But, Silas, you have the best right
to it,” reasoned Mrs. Glover, tenderly
eager.
“Not a particle more than yourself,
Martha.”
Mr. Glover beamed upon his wife.
Mrs. Glover looked affectionately at her
husband. Surely this golden shower of
wealth was bringing their courting days
back again.
Mr. Glover thought to himself that
Martha was really prettier than ever.
Mrs. Glover thought that her husband
never had been so noble and Jove-like.
It was all nonsense about money being
the root of all evil. One never could
put any dependance on these old prov
erbs.
“Silas,” said Mrs. Glover, ‘Til tell
you what we will do with the thousand
dollars. We’ll put a wing on the south
end of the house.
“A wings” repeated Mr. Glover. “My
dear, what a preposterous idea!”
“I don’t see anything very preposter
ous about it,” said Mrs. Glover, redden
ing a little. “We have always wanted
more room.”
“If we’re going to squander it in
building—” began her husband, with
some acerbity.
“Squander it, indeed!” exclaimed the
indignant Martha
"Pray be so good as not to interrupt
me, my dear, said her husband. “ If, I
lay, it is to be expended in building—”
“That’s more like it!” said Martha,
with a toes of her head.
“It had a great deal better,” pursued
Mr. Glover, “be put into a substantial
new barn. Ours has been unfit for use
these five years.”
“We don’t need a barn,” impatiently
interrupted Mrs. Glover. “Aa long aa
the horses and cows have a shelter over
their heads, it is all that they require.
And our barn is as good as anybody
tlae’s barn!”
I am perhaps the best judge of that,
ltrs. Glover”' said her husband.
“I’ve been wanting a little more elbow
room for a long time, ” Mrs.
Glover. “Our best room is perfectly
disgraceful, with those big beams in the
xtroers and a tucked up little wood on
mantle with a cupbotrd over it’”
“Some people are never satisfied with
anything,” said Mr. Glover, drumming
his finger ends on the table.
“There ain’t another woman in the
place that . would put up with such a
parlor I” said Mrs. Glover, just ready to
cry.
“Well, you may as well make up your
mind to be satisfied with it,” announced
Mr. Glover.
“I’d like to know why!” flashed his
wife.
“Because it’s the best you’re likelv to
get.”
‘ ‘lndeed!” said Mrs. Glover.
“That money is going to lie spent
sensibly spent,” said Mr. Glover, nod
ding his head to keep time to his senten
ces, “upon a new barn.”
“No, it isn’t!” cried the lady.
“Why isn’t iW” said the gentleman.
“Because I’m going to have a south
wing built out!” averred Mrs. Glover.
“No, you’re not!” said Mr. Glover.
“We’ll see about that!” shrieked Mrs,
Glover.
“We will see!” said Mr. Glover. "Le
gally, Mrs. IGlover, you’ve no right to
one cent of that money of Uncle Ul
ric’s!”
“Fiddlesticks!” said Mrs. Glover.
“Wasn’t Uncle Upshur my relation?”
“And aren’t you my wife?”
“To my sorrow, I am!” said Mrs. Glo
ver, preparing to use her pocket hand
kerchief. “But that fact don’t author
ize you in robbing me of what is right
fully my own.”
“Woman,” sputtered Mr. Glover,
“what do you mean?”
“Exactly what I say!” retorted his
wife.
“I mean to be master in my own
house!” said Mr. Glover, hastily.
“You can do as you please about
that,” said Mrs. Glover; “but it’s a
house I shan’t stay in if I’m to be treated
like a mere cipher. I’ll leave you, Silas
Glover—yes, I’ll leave you—and all the
neighborhood shall ring with your tyr
anny and meanness I”
“You’re a vixen!” said Glover.
“You are a brute!” said Mrs. Glover.
“Will you hold your tongue?” said he.
“There isn’t the power on earth that
can silence me I” protested she. I leave
you’ Silas Glover 1”
“The sooner the better,” said Mr. Glo
ver. “if you are going to turn into such
an outragious shrew as this!”
But just as their voices raised to an
unwonted pitch, were striving for prece
dence, the sound of prodigious and long
continued knocking at the front door,
served, momentarily at least, to calm
the tempest.
The wordy combatants eyed each
other comprehensively.
“Woman,” hissed Silas Glover, “you
have disgraced me?”
“If there’s any disgrace iri the matter,”
retorted Martha, “It don’t lie at my
door!”
At that moment in walked Nehemiah
Nixon, the village attorney and counsclor
at-law, a stout, short man, with a bald
head and a little stumpy growth of white
beard under his chin.
“Bless my soul,” said Mr. Nixon,
“what a noise you’re making, good peo
ple!”
- Mr. Grover invited the newcomer to
take a chair. Mrs. Glover began to/poke
the fire, Evidently thqßusbers of 'Uprit
wrath yet smouldered, to blaz<" lip
again the moment the temporary
1 pressure of conventionality should be
i removed.
“Well,” said the lawyer, “I’ve brought
you a piece of news.”
“Eh?” said Mr. Glover.
"Unpleasant news,” added Mr. Nixon.
‘ ‘Or at least I suppose you all regard it
in that light. It seems—ahem!—that
that vagrant son of old Mr. Upshur, who
i was reported to have died In Manitoba
didn’t die at all. but ia alive and flour
ishing, with a wife and two children.”
“What!” cried Mr. and Mrs. Glover,
in a duet of dismayed voices.”
“And,” added Mr. Nixon, in the indif
ferent way of one to whom the subject
does not matter personally in the least,
“they are coming on at once to take pos
session of all that the old man left
Upon the whole, I am not surprised.
The Upshurs always were peculiar. I
am tola that old Ulric and his son hadn't
spoken to each other for ten years. And
when the report of his death was bruited
about, old Upshur didn't take the slight
est pains to ascertain whether it was
true or false.”
Fortunately for the peace of the Glover
family, Mr. Nixon did not stay long.
But when the big front door closed be
hind him, Silas and Martha looked at
each other.
“Martha,” said the husband, who was
' the first to break the unpleasant silence,
, “lam glad of it—glad from the very bot
tom of my heart!”
Mrs. Glover burst into tears,
"So am I, Silas 1” sobbed she. “Be
cause—because we were nearer quarrel
ing with each other than we ever have
been in all our wedded life.”
“I don’t care one straw about the
new barn,” magnanimously declared Mr.
Glover.
"And I don’t need the south wing,”
cried Martha. “We are very comforta
ble just as we are.”
“I can patch up the old roof, and put
a few boards on the end,” said Mr.
Glover. “I was always a good hand at
carpentering •'*
“And what was good enough for your
mother is good enough for me,” said
Mrs. Glover. “As long as we’re both
spared to each other, I don’t care if we
• live in a wood-shed.”
“I was a villain to speak as I did to
you!” cried the conscience-stricken Silas.
"It was all my fault, Silas.'' said Mrs.
Glover. “It was 1 that provoked you.’
And the middle.aged couple kissed
each other as tenderly as if their honey
moon were yet shining in the sky, and
the first and last cloud that had ever
darkened their horizon went dawn in
mutual smiles.— Ruth Raneom.
The certainty that life cannot be long,
and the probability that it will be much
shorter than nature allows, ought to
awaken every man to the active prosecu
tion of whatever he is desirous to per
form. It Is true that death may inter
cept the swiftest career; but he whois
cut off in the midst of an honest under
taking has at least the honor of falling
in his tank, and has fought the battle,
though he missed victory.
The Provincial bank of Buenos Ayres
has a capital of $33,000,000 and deposits
amounting $67,000,000. These figures
are not equaled by any Um ted States
bank.
A DESPERADO'S CAREER.
A Man Who Shot Ten Men in Ten
Minutes Single Handed.
An eastern journal recently published
an account of the shooting of eight
Texans by Matt Riley in Kansas some
years ago. The article concluded with
the statement that Riley, some years
after the tragedy described, was attacked
with paralysis, and died in the eastern
States. Riley did not die in the east,
but, on the contrary, is alive and a resi
dent of San Francisco, where he has
lived the greatest portion of the time
since his celebrated adventures in Kansas
caused a sensation throughout the south
west. At that time the sparse
population and peculiar conditions of
life in Kansas offered great inducements
to a desperate man, and Riley made the
great State his abode. He filled several
positions—was sheriff of Ellsworth, and
was deputy marshal at Newton at the
time of the sensational adventure with
the Taxans. McClusky, the marshal of
the town, was Riley’s partner.
Riley had formed McClusky’s acquain
tance at Laramie, where he met him in
company with some of the most desper
ate characters that ever infested the
West. Subsequently McClusky and Ri
ley met on the Atchinson and Topeka
road, and they became partners in the
preservation of the place, and the pro
prietors of a hurdy-gurdy and gambling
house at Newton. On the day of Mc-
Clusky’s death Riley had been out hunt
ing a horse thief, and got back in the
afternoon. While standing outside the
dance house talking to some one he no
ticed that the place was doing a lively
trade. McClusky was sitting on a chair
with his back to the wall looking at the
proceedings, when of a sudden a party of
Texans who had planned to kill him
sprang forward from the crowd and began
to shoot at him. McClusky had killed one
of their men some time before, but was
wholly unsuspicious of an attack, and he
was riddled with bullets before he could
draw his pistol. The desperate charac
ter of the man asserted itself in the
death agony, and his last movement was
to cock bis pistol and point it at his as
sailants. He had not strength to press
the trigger, however, and fell on his lace
dead.
At the first report of the Texans’ pis
tols, Riley started for the dance house.
His quick eye took in the tragic situation
of his partner at a glance, and in an in
stant he’ had seized the nearest Texan by
the neck, and, holding him up before
him as a living target, opened a fusillade
on the assassins. When the firing ceased
there were nine men lying on the floor
dead and wounded. When Riley loos
ened the grasp of his herculean arm from
the neck of his human shield the tenth
victim of the terrible encounter dropped
lifeless to the boards. He had been dead
before the encounter had well begun,
but if he had not succumbed to the pis
tols of his comrades there was a cartridge
left in Riley’s third pistol at his service.
Eight of the dead and wounded men
were of the party of Texans who had
murdered McClusky. The other two
men who had been killed in the affray
were railroad hands and onlookers at the
tragedy. It spoke volumes for the
closeness of the shooting that only two
bultatsAad flown so wide the intended,
mark as to bring down innocent victims
in the crowded dance hall. Riley re
mained in Newton three days after the
sensational affray, and then found it ex
pedient to leave for parts unknown. He
subsequently figured in several desperate
affairs on the line of the Union Pacific
railroad and through Colorado, Utah,
New Mexico, and Nevada. Orders had
been issued on the Union Pacific rail
road to allow no monte gamblers to ride
on the trains, and in obedience to this
command Captain Payne of the Omaha
depot police tried to eject Riley and his
partner, Sullivan, while traveling from
Council Bluffs to Omaha. He put off
Sullivan, but Riley refused to leave the
train, and in the struggle which ensued
the captain was knocked senseless by a
blow from the desperado’s pistol. After
this the trains of the Union Pacific were
uncomfortable for Riley, and he moved
his headquarters. His partner, Sullivan,
like almost every partner he ever had,
met a tragic death, another gambler,
named Duv*l, shooting him in Chicago.
After parting with Sullivan. Riley
formed a partnership with the notorious
Jack Wiggins, and opened a large sa
loon in Salt Lake City. On the open
ing night a Morman known as Dutch
John, who figured as a destroying angel,,
entered the stloon and intimated'to
Wiggins that do Gentile would be al
lowed to run such an establishment in
the city. Some hot words following,
the destroying angel seized a bottle and
hurled it through the large mirror be
hind the bar, shivering the glass into
fragments. Wiggins had his pistol out
almost before the destroying angel swung
the bottle, and the crash of glass was
drowned in the report of a shot that sent
Dutch John to eternity. For the inaus
pious incident of the opening night Wig
gins was arrested and sentenced to death.
With that lofty consideration which
distinguished Mormon justice, Wiggins
was given the choice of death by hang
ing or shooting. He choose the rope,
although exhorted by his rough friends
to select the bullet as the most expedi
ent and respectable agent of extinction.
When reasoned with by Riley, he stated
that he preferred to be hanged, “for,”
said he, ‘Tve seen many a good man
shot, and I want to see one hanged.” •
A few days before the day of execu
tion Riley managed to secure an oppor
tunity for Wiggins to break jaiL, which
that worthy improved with alarcrity.
The fugtive was concealed for eight
days in the cellar under the Walker
house. Riley had sold his saloon and
spent ail his money to secure the escape
of Wiggins. He had hired a notorious
character named Bill Bean to take the
fugitive to Evanston, Wy. T., on horse
back, as from that point he could get
East in safety. On the night that Bean
was to have token Wiggins away the lat
ter asked Riley to give him his pistol, as
he had only two of his own, and he
wanted another for Bean, whom he ex
expected to fight for him if necessary.
Riley refused at first, as the pistol was
an old friend, but finally yielded to
Wiggins’ importunities and handed him
the weapon. The moment Wiggins got
the pistol he became almost insane with
passion, and, seizing Riley, thrust the
muzzle of the cocked revolver down the
letter's throat till it nearly choked him.
Before Wiggins could carry out his
threat to blow the head off his partner
Bean and others interfered, and Riley
made his escape. He at once went to
his lodgings, and, getting another pis
tol, rushed back to the cellar, but Wig
gins had set out on his journey and a trag
edy was averted. It subsequently trans
pired that Wiggins was jealous of Riley,
whom he suspected of paying attention
to his inamorato while he was hiding
from the officers of the law in the cellar.
After escaping from Utah Wiggins could
not rest. He soon made his whereabouts
known by several daring escapades, and
was finally arrested and taken back to
Salt Lake. He again escaped, and some
years after he was shot in a row in New
Mexico.
Riley moved to Nevada from Salt Lake
City, and figured in that section as a
monte gambler and a hard case generally.
He finally descended on San Francisco,
and, in conjunction with Charles Merion,
better known as Boston Charley, a swell
mobsman, now serving a term in an East
ern penitentiary, opened the first bunco
shop in San Francisco. The establish
ment was located at the corner of San
some and Pine streets, and did a thriving
business, capital being furnished by some
business men of the city. While in this
avocation Riley, alias Foster, fell desper
ately in love with a sixteen-year-old girl
of Hebrew descent, and finally married
her, despite the opposition of her par
ents, when she was scarcely sixteen years
of age. After this exploit he settled
down to the comparatively quiet life of
a faro dealer, in which profession he be
came paralyzed under remarkably strange
circumstances. One night when dealing
“a flyer” a gambler won eleven straight
bets. Foster, for by that name he was
then known, burst into the wildest pro
fanity and wound up his exhibition of
anger with the wish that he might be
paralyzed if the man won the next bet.
The man won, and as the faro box drop
ped from the nerveless hand of the
dealer the players looked at him in hor
ror, for he was stricken helpless with
paralysis of the left side. Some time
after the broken-down desperado, no
longer a stalwart specimen of humanity,
but a poor cripple tottering on crutches,
was committed to the almshouse by his
wife. It seemed impossible that he could
ever again return to the world, but the
tremendous vitality of the man brought
him back from the jaws of death, and he
is again struggling for a living, a cripple,
sustained only by the hope that he may
somehow regain the affections of his
former wife, now separated from him by
divorce and married again.— San Fran
cisco Call.
Great Finds of Honey in Roofs of
Buildings.
Two extraordinary takes of honey
have just been made in West Surrey.
For the last sixteen or eignteen years a
colony of bees has taken possession of a
niche between the wails of the Hautboy
and Fiddle public house, at Ockham,
near Ripley. The outer walls of the
building are about three feet in thick
ness, and the bees made choice of their
storehouse at the very top of the build
ing, which is three stories high.
The landlord and landlady, with their
daughters, resolved this year upon find
ing out the exact whereabouts of the
colony. A diligent search was made one
morning under the roof of the house,
amVa piece ofi'Comb was found immedi
ately below the slates, but in such a
position that it could not be reached.
Mr. Smith, the landlord, then de
scended into the bedroom, and with a
hammer and chisel removed a number of
bricks from the wall, where the whole
stock of bees were found.
More than two feet square of the wall
had to be removed, when a wonderful
sight presented itself. A large mass of
comb, about two feet in thickness, filled
with honey, was exposed. The bees
were fumigated, after which large pieces
of honey were cut out, until dish after
dish was filled with a total quantity of
about 120 pounds. The bricks have not
been put into the wall again, but a glass
door has been inserted, so that any one
interested in bee culture may have an
opportunity of seeing them.
Another and still more extraordinary
take of honey has been secured at Win
ter’s Hall, Bromley, the seat of Mr.
George Barrett. Some men were sent to
take some bees which had got between
the ceiling of the coach house and the
granary. They succeeded in taking 300
pounds of honey. The bees had been
engaged in their novel hiding place sev
eral years. It was a very interesting
sight to see the way in which they had
worked. London Standard.
Tapestry Weaving.
Tapestry weaving was one of the dis
tinctive arts of Florence at that time,
when the busy fingers and refined taste
of her citizens evolved artistic forms out
of every material they touched, be it
marble or canvas, stone or silk, wood or
preciom, stones. Like most of the arts
of the Renaisance, this was also brought
from the East at the time of the cru
sades, took root in France and Germany
and reached its culmination in Italy,
The story may be briefly traced in its
successive nsmes, Saraginois, Arras and
Tapestry. The earlier English and
French tapestries, such as the vehs de
pictis of Dagobert in the church of St.
Denis in the sixth century, the Auxerre
embroidered hangings in 840 and the
Bayeux tapestry of Matilda do not enter
into the history, aa they were not woven
but worked with a needle, as were also
the Byzantine ones. The Flemish fac
tories began in the twelfth century, and
those of Arras in Picardy flourished in
the fourteenth century.— Art Journal.
Origin of Telegraph Poles.
At the time when Morse was about to
erect—or, more propsrly, lay—his first
line of wires between Baltimore and
Washington, Mr. Cornell, of Ithaca, read
in the papers that the plan was to lay
the wire under-ground, and it occurred
to him that stringing upon pcles would
be much easier and cheaper. Where
upon he wrote to Mr. Morse and proposed
to btri’d the line upon poles and take pay
in telegraph stock. The thing was done
and proved a success. Then Mr. Cornell
entered at once upon the business of
erecting telegraph lines, and taking part
pay for his work in telegraph stock,
which resulted in the fortune that en
abled him to found the university at
Ithaca, N. Y., which bears his name. He
was at one time the owner of more tele
graph stock, perhaps, than any other
mao, and had much to do with the prac
tical working of the lines.
Prospectus for “Slur.”
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