Democratic watchman. (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1855-1940, January 24, 1890, Image 2

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Bellefonte, Pa., January 24, 1890.
There’s not an hour of any day,
Or day of any week,
Or week of any passing month,
But one dear name I speak ;
Yet not with unavailing tears,
As on that night of woe,
When first from out my heaven of life
Its star of hope did go.
Now, day by day, I tread the paths
Of duty and of care ; :
Smile with the friends who round me smile,
And strive their joys to share ;
Whilst ever deep within my heart
There lives a ceaseless pain,
A tender longing for the step
That ne'er can come again.
As sunlight dances o’er the waves
Though wrecks lie dark beneath ;
And pale sweet flowers adorn the graves
Where dear ones sleep in death ;
As pitying Nature strives to hide
he hurts she cannot heal,
So loving hearts, with gentle cratt,
Their moral wounds conceal.
Ah ! sad and dark were many homes
But for the tender grace,
With which pale Resignation draws
A veil o’er Sorrow’s face !
And whispers evermore this plea
That at the last beguiles :
The blessed dead need not your tears,
The living need your smiles.
— Albany Argus
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Two pairs of striped legs, two pairs
of brown fists, two curly heads, and all
of these in a state of lively commotion.
That is what the firelight would have
revealed to a stranger; but mamma,
looking helplessly down at the squirm-
ing, kicking mass at her feet, had no
trouble in discerning the cause of the
said commoiion. = The twins were hav-
ing a regularset-to to-night. But then,
they had been in just such a state of
existence the greater part of the time
since mamma had known them. Al-
ways tumbling or getting tumbled,
punching or getting punched, tearing
their clothes, losing buttons, and no-
body knows what else. Bug, withal,
they were such loving, tender-hearted
little fellows, that mamma Bess had
borne the wear and tear of these rest-
less young lives with a remarkable
grace,and patiently mendediand cleaned,
and bound up their wounded members
day after day, and was, in turn, petted
and loved and tyrannized over by these
rollicking young scamps who thought,
with papa John, that the sweet blue-
«eyed little mother was perfection itself.
But this had been an unusual day
with mamma Bess—an “off day” all
around. They come to us ali, you
know—those dreadful days when the
sun comes up pouting, and the wind
blows nothing but ill luck.
Trials and tribulations had met this
little woman at overy turn. Papa
John, who was editor of a morning pa-
per, had been kept up later than usual
the night before. In fact, he had a
very trying night. The poor unfortu-
nate office scapegoat had pied nearly a
column of an important article, so they
were late getting their forms up. And
then, after the papers were all out, he
found that a careless compositor “had
made him say several ridiculous things.
So it was really not much wonder that,
when he came to breakfast, he was in
an ungracious frame of mind. He
spoke sharply to the servant, pushed
his steak impatiently aside as * tough
as leather and not fit to eat,” and gulp-
ed down his coffee and muffins in moody
silence without one word of praise or
thanks to the tender-hearted little wo-
man who had gone down to the kitchen
and prepared them for him with her
own hands. And finally, when she
asked him some question, he answered
her so sharply that the sensitive
mouth quivered and the loving eyes
filled with sudden tears.
He was sorry for it immediately ;
but when a man has been a bear and
knows it, he usually hides his shame
under additional gruffness until he has
had time to let his anger cool, when, if
he is a man, he willalways make atone-
Papa.dohn thought his being kept
awake all night was excuse enough for
his being cross. He did not know that
the weary mother had not only been
kept awake the most of the night, but
had also walked the floor, until almost
ready to drop, with her teething baby.
But a woman must be patient aud
good ratured, of course, although she
is only the “weaker vessel.” Still, to
do him justice, had he known what a
weary, sleepless night his wife had
spent, he would have been even more
sorry for being cross.
Yes, indeed, it had been a hard day.
The little ones had felt the gloom in
the atmosphere, and knew that things
were wrong and upside down generally,
and were correspondingly cross and
troublesome. Baby Ben with his in-
ssant fretting, was almost past endur-
ing. The tired mother had walked
with him until her feet ached and her
head throbbed with pain. The past
few weeks of hot weather and nursing
and caring for this great heavy teeth-
ing baby had told sadly on her-healthy
little woman thongh she was, She had
grown wan and pale, with the same
pathetic patienc: in her eyes that is
seen mirrored in the eyes of so many
tired, worn-out mothers. Her weary,
dropping air was plain enough
to most people ; but her husband was
like all other busy men, who notice lit-
tle of what is going on around them
every day when no complaint is made.
This last day in particular, trials
seemed to multiply. The second girl
became incensed at some trifling thing
and left. Bridzet had a hard sieze of
neuralgia, and although the faithful |
for |
her gentle mistress, she finally sue!
girl would have faced a cannon
cumbed to the blinding pain and went
to her room,
“Though, sure, marm,” she had said
tearfully, “the blissed mither herself
knows I'd niver lave ye like this, if it
wasn't for the pain tha''s a splittin’ of
me head open intirely.”’
land still troublesome.
| one-half pint of sweet milk.
Ben had been coaxed into sleeping,
mamma had been in the “ot kitchen,
instead of taking the rest she so much
needed ; for everything must be in or-
der and supper ready when papa John
| came home. His home must not be
made unpleasant for him.
But this troublesome day was done
at last. .The house was neat as wax |
and supper waiting in the cozy dinin
room. Bridget had beguiled baby
Ben for an hour while mamma prepar-
ed supper, but he was still wide awake
In vain the
tired arms tossed him about, in vain
he was patted and caressed and told
that he was going to be “mamma’s
good baby.” He had no notion of be-
ing a good baby for anyone; and it was
only when completely overcome with
weariness that the poor little head
dropped over on mamma's shoulder
and the tired baby slept.
Mamma gave a sigh of relief and
glanced nervously at the twins who
were still tumbling and scuffling in a
most remarkable manner. Somehow
the thumping and giggling and half
suppressed shrieks seemed unbearable
to-night. The fair-haired little daugh-
ter sat demurely rocking her dolly to
“Tell us a story, mamma,” she plead-
ed, but a quick step was heard in the
“Papa! papa is coming!” and the
whole crew rushed pell mell for the
Yes, it is papa John, and his pleas-
ant face soon appears at the door. He
stoops hurriedly to kiss his boys, and
for one moment he lays hisfaceagainst
his little daughter’s rosy cheek; then,
with a graver look than the children
had ever seen before in his merry
brown eyes, he hastened to their
“Asleep, little mother?”
Papa's voice was very tender, with
an odd little quiver in it, as he seemed
to notice for the first time how thin
and pale the sweet face was.
“What is it, darling? Are yon not
well 2?
Mamma Bess opened her eyes weari-
ly and smiled—such a pathetic, patient
smile ;fthen, before papa had any idea
of what was going to happen, she just
slipped out of the chair, baby Ben and
all, in a little heap on the floor.
Then, indeed, all was confusion and
hurrying. Baby Ben was borne,
screaming, out of the room, and the
frightened children stood speechless,
while papa John lifted the slight form
in his arms and laid it on the bed. A
groan of anguish broke from him, as
his harshness of the morning flashed
before him.
“Send for a doctor and Aunt Rach-
el,” he commanded.
Aunt Rachel was papa John's adopt-
ed mother who liyed only a short dis-
tance from her foster son’s house; so
she was soon there.
“I told thee to-day, John, that it
would come to this,” she said more
severely than she had ever before
spoken to her son. “If thee had had
half eyes, thee might have seen it long
“Believe me, Aunt Rachel, I never
dreamed that Bessie was overdoing so,
until you came to me about her to-day.
I have been very anxious, and hurried
home, determined to atone for my neg-
lect. I should have seen that she
had more of a change, or sent her
away for a rest before, but I thought
no one else could take care of baby.”
“Tt seems that some one else will
have to take care of baby, now,” said
Aunt Rachel grimly.
She was right. It was many days
before mamma Bess even thought ra-
tionally of baby Ben or any of her fami-
ly, although she was always toiling and
planning for them in her delirium.
Poor papa looked ten years older with
the constant watching and great anxie-
ty and was so grave and sad that the
children hardly knew him. Careless
Hal and Herbert went tiptoeing around
with sorrowful faces and little May
grieved sadly for her mother.
But, at last, the day came when
mamma was pronounced out of danger,
and they were marshaled in by papa
John to see her. Their joy was be-
youd description ; but they could scarce-
ly believe their eyes, it was such a
pale little shadow of a mother that
greeted them. Papa soon led them
away, but he told them that mamma
would still be theirs, and that the dear
Heavenly Father had given her back
to them. “And, oh, my children!” he
said, “we must deserve her better than
we ever did before; for we could not do
without mamma!”
Here papa John’s voice trembled,
and he stopped suddenly and was quiet
along time. I think he was renewing
a vow made long ago, when there were
no childish eyes gazing into his to make
it all the more sacred. And if a few
hot tears fell from his eves, T do not
like him any the less. Do you?
Barnum on Humbng.
About thirty-five years ago P. T.
Barnum undertook to deliver a lecture
at Oxford, England, before an audiefice
composed chiefly of undergraduates.
The subject was “Humbug,” and the
citizens were so unruly that Mr. Bar-
num was unable to obtain a hearnng.
At length there was a lull, and the
speaker seizing the opportunity, shout-
ed aloud: “Then you don’t want to
hear anything about humbug 77? “We
don’t!” was the immediate reply. Mr.
Barnum gazed steadily at his audience
for a minute, and then remarked’
“Well, T have got your money, and
there is no humbug about that!” This
staternent was receive with great ap-
plause, and Mr. Barnum was allowed to
deliver his lectnre without further in-
Leyox Puppine.—Grated rind and
juice of one lemon, one cup of sugar,
one egg,one tablespoonful of cornstarch,
Mix well
and pour into plates lined wilh pastry
made by usual directions and bake
quickly a light brown andl am sare
vou will be plased with the result. This
quantity will make two medinm sized
And go, during the short time baby | pigs or one quite thick one.
A Bungling Error.
Texas journals announced not lon
since that Sam Curtis, the genial an
efficient general manager of the Texas
Trans-Continental Railroad, had sev-
| ered his connection with that company,
‘he having received a more advantageous
offer from a rival company. The real
facts in the case, however, fully warrant
g | the impression that Sam was bounced.
One morning the president of the
company requested the presence of
"Sam in his private office. Sam com-
plied, and found the old man to bein a
state of mind, so to speak.
‘Mr, Curtis, I have something very
important for, you to attend to, some-
thing that will require the exercise of
reat discretion,’ said the president.
‘I shall endeavor to do my best,’ re-
plied Sam.
‘Perhaps you remember that one day
last week a man was struck by one of
our trains near Lickskillet and killed ?’
‘Yes, I heard of it,’
“Well, I have been investigating the
matter, and find that the engineer was
entirely to blame.’
‘That's my impression, too.’
‘And the worst of itis the man was
married, and his wife has got a clear
case against the company. We are
likely to ba mulcted—yes, sir, actually
mulcted in heavy damages.’
“Very likely.’
‘And what is more, the people of
Lickskillet are fanatically opposed to
railroads. A Lickskillet jury would
give that woman forty thousand dollars
as quick as they would a cent. They
are down on the Trans-Continental on
general principles. And if we took an
appeal that would do us no good, for she
has a clear case of damages. Why, Mr.
Curtis, Lickskillet juries have given
verdicts of three hundred dollars against
us for running over a razor-back hog
worth adollar and a quarter.’
‘I know it, replied Sam.” What do
you wish me to do ?’
‘Go to Lickskillet and see the widow
at once and get her to compromise.
Luckily, the matter has not yet got in-
to the papers, and possibly the lawyers
have not yet tampered with her. If
one of those Austin lawyers gets on to
the case for a contingent, all hope of
compromise is gone.’
‘I understand.’
‘Use all your persuasive powers to
get her to compromise. Here is two
thousand dollars in cash. If you can
compromise the matter for that you
will be entitled to the gratitude of the
company. These country people are an
easy set to fool and you are the man to
fool them.’
Next day Sam Curtis knocked at the
door of a frame house in the suburbs of
Lickskillet. A sharp-faced woman of
about fifty years of age appeared in re-
sponse to the knock.
{Good-morning, miss; I'd like to see
your mother, Mrs. Grigsby,” said Sam.
‘My name is Mrs. Grigsby.’
‘Impossible! It can’t be that so
young a girl as you is already married.’
The hard lines faded out of the wo-
man’s face and Sam was invited in.
‘Miss—I mean madam—I represent
the Texas Trans-Continental Railroad.
I came to confer with you in regard to
your late husband.’
‘My late husband!’ exclaimed the
woman staring at him.
‘Don’t become excited, madame. It’s
a sad affair, but I do not come here to
tear open the healing wounds. On the
contrary, I come as a ministering
‘Oh, you do, do you?’ replied the
woman, pensively.
‘Yes, madam. Although the com-
pany is really not responsible for the ac-
cident, we do not desire any litigation.’
‘I read the other day where a rail-
road company bad to pay twenty-five
thousand dollars for running over a
‘That was probably a different case.
Now, let us reason together. Suppose
you bring suit for twenty-five thousand
dollars. It will be three years before
the case is tried and by that time you
wan’t have any case left. A young and
attractive widow like you will be mar-
ried inside of a year. That would
knock the stuffing out of any damage
suit for killing your first husband.”
‘But suppose I don’t marry.”
‘Not a supposable case. Now, I hate
to see so beautiful and intelligent a wo-
man as you wasting her sweetness on
the desert air. If you lived in San
Antonia, or Galveston, or Seguin, or
some other Texas metropolis, you
would be appreciated. Why, my dear
madame, some years ago weScompro-
mised a case like this and paid the
widow a large sum of money. Like
yourself, she was gifted, mentally and
physically. ‘With the money she got
from us she moved to Houston. She
was able to dress fashionably, and in
less than a week she had nine offers of
marriage. She finally married a states-
man, is the chum of cabinet officers’
wives, and drives out with the foreign
‘You don't tell meso!’
‘Now, that’s what you ought t5 do,
instead of throwing yourself away by
living in this little one-horse town.
Suppose I pay you five hundred dollurs,
and you sign this document.
‘Make it fifteen hundred, and I'l
think of it.’
After some more talk Murs. Grigsby
signed the release. Sam paid over the
money, and returned to the hotel in
fine spirits.
‘In giving a woman taffy, you can’t
overdo it,” mused Sam. ‘I guess the
boss will raise my salary for this.’
big man with a revolver in his belt.
manager of the Trans-Continental
Railroad 22
‘I'm the man,’ replied Sam.
forty thousand dollars by
Grigsby.’ {
‘Some mistake, I reckon.
by her less than tem minutes ago.’
‘J reckon not. She is not in own.
She is out on her ranche.’
producing the document.
“This is not signed by the widav of
the man who was run over.’ i
“What I’ gasped Sam.
‘That is signed by Eliza Grigsby.
The name of the widow is iane
Sam’s musing was interrupted by a |
‘Be you Samuel Curtis, the general |
‘Then I serve you with this here | ; ;
} { woods and fields, going about wholly
‘What is it 2’ asked Sam in astnish- | Unclothed save for a few skins patched
| together and
‘It's a citation in a damage sug for |
the vidow |
madam, and I'm very busy.
thing important ?”
Grigsby. Eliza is the sister-in-law of |
Jane. She is married to the brother of
this man your locomotive run over.
Eliza hasn’t got any claim, except she :
is named Grigsby. :
o ‘I'm robbed! I'm robbed I’ howled
‘Oh, she’s a sharp ope. Jim Grigsby,
the brother of Tom Grigsby, who was
run over, married her up North some-
where. She used to be a school teacher.
Hope you didn’t pay Ler much.’
“I’'I'bave her arrested. She has ob-
tained money under false pretenses the
old hag. I’ll bave her in the peniten-
tiary,” " said Sam, jumping up and
down, :
¢Did she claim to be the widow of the
late remains ?’
‘No she didn’t say so exactly, but I
took it for granted that she was the
widow, and she didn’t deny it,’ said
Sam with a sigh.
Sam went back, but he didn’t go
back to work for that railroad anymore.
An Adventure With Sharks.
It happened while a Boston Globe
writer was paying a visit to a fisherman
friend not long ago that the dangers
outside of fishing itself came up. The
latter related the following unvarnished
tale : :
I shall never forget the time when I
was a hand in a small fishing vessel that
tended the Boston market. The weath-
er was very warm and fish scarce ; some
of the old hands thought some kind of a
destructive fish was playing havoc, for
set our trawls where we would, they
were skinned as clear as though the job
was done by hand.
One evening two men that went in
dory No. 3 brought the news thatsharks
were plenty and we had better ship to
some other berth. The archor was cat-
headed, sails hoisted, and a course laid
out that would bring us to Jefferies bank,
which lies about thirty or thirty-five
miles off Portland. The next morning
at daylight we were in our dories and
proceeded to our fishing gear. My
partner and I took the outside on the
western end and all went well ; we were
hauling in fish for half an hour, with
every promise of a good catch.
I was hauling the trawl at the time,
and felt a sudden tug and yank that very
nearly tock me out of the bow of the
I knew it was sharks in a minute and
stopped hauling to see if they would
show up. Suddenly there was a twitch
and pull harder than ever, and I hauled
away as lively as possible, knowing he
would bite the line if he could to clear
I pulled and he tugged, but I kept
the line coming all the time. First he
would tow us in one direction and then
in another, so I surmised we had him by
the tail, and told my partner to have a
shark knife ready to cut away.
After a long and hard drag I got him
to the top of the water and found that
he had taken two good hitches around
his tail and was working hard to get
clear. The next thing to do was to get
his tail on the rail of the dory and cut
clear. A strong pull by both of us plac-
ed him at our mercy, then I looked over-
board to see what kind of a chap we had,
and if anything would make a fisher-
man feel blue it would be a look from
that angry man-eating shark that we
were fast to. He would curl up ina
bow, look at us with those cold eyes, and
slap his body about in a very dan-
gerous manner, but the line was strong
and we had him secure.
The only thing we could do was to cut
off his tail and let him go clear of the
trawl, and my partner held on to one
side of his tail while I used the knife.
In a minute he was clear, and with back
and belly fins to propel with, dove for
the bottom, leaving a trail of blood after
him that I knew would cause§trouble.
He came up with a rush, jumping full
length out of the water, and dropped so
close to our dory that the splash nigh
swamped us. We hauled away clear of
him, and after we got our gear we start-
ed to row for the vessel. After rowing a
short distance we were in the midst of a
school of man-eating sharks that had
scented the blood of their maimed rela-
tive. My partner was rowing a pair of
new oars, and they attracted the sharks.
They made snap after snap at the blades,
and as our dory was deep loaded with
fish they appeared to think we would be
an easy prey.
So hard did they press us that the new
oars had to be taken in and the fish
thrown overboard to distract theiratten-
‘We were within a quarter-mile of the
vessel, and had succeeded in shaking 'off
all but one of them. He was a smart
cuss, and would purr up alongside the
dory like a cat, and never left us until
we reached our vessel and were safe
A Hermit’'s Hidden Life.
With His Two Mute Sons He Passed
Many Years in a Dugout,
WILKESBARRE, PA., Jan. 12--News
was received here to-day of the death at
Beaumont, a little farming village in
the wilds of Wyoming county, of
Thomas Welles Parks, well known
through all this section as the “Bow-
man Creek Hermit.” He was seventy-
six years of age, and 30 years of his life
was spent far removed from the haunts
of men in a “dugout” hut on the banks
of Bowman's creek, in the dense woods
of North Mountain.
‘Where he came from or what indue-
ed him to leave the world were never
known; butmany years ago he was
discovered living with his two sons,
then mere boys, in the primitive dwell-
ing, half cave, half hut. The two boys
were mutes, totally unable to speak a
word of any language, they lived in the
thrown around : them.
Finally the two sons died, and the old
man, being no longer able to provide
for himself, accepted a home charitably
T'vewot a | offered to bim in Beaumont.
velease of all claim for damages, sgned |
WoMAN's . RuLiNg Passiov.—Pas-
senger—*‘Conductor, conductor, can I
i : speak with you ?"
‘What do you call this ?” asked Sam, |
Conductor—“This is a long train,
Is it any-
Passenger—“ Well, T huven’t spoken
to anybody for about an hour, and I'm
justdying to have a nice long chat.” — | lack most of the bad points of the shop
Boston Herald.
‘almost carrying me along with it.
Fight With a Panther. ;
Mr. W. W. Taylor, of Elbert county,
Colo., furnishes the following story of
his engagement with a panther years
I wassitting on a large oak log close
to the bank of the river, when I heart
a noise in the branches above me, and
looking up I saw a sight that made my
blood run cold in my: veinsand my heart
almost ceased beating.
Lying on a large limb, scratching up
the bark, its eye: rolling in fury, was a
large pather. I involuntarily grasped
my hunting knife and braced myself for
the conflict which was sure to come.
Lashing its tail turiously in the air, it :
made a desperate plunge. I jumped
aside, its claws catching in my cloths,
quickly eat its claws loose with my
knife. !
Again it attacked me. This time it
struck me with full force and bore me to
the ground. I began to use my knife
with deadly effect, it also using its claws
scratching me up very badly.
Over and over we rolled, using both '
knife and claws desperately. At last I
managed to get in a deadly thrust in the
now perfectly furious animal.
Giving a most unearthly yell it fell |
over on its side and the battle was over.
I fainted from excitement and loss of
‘When T returned to my senses I im-!
mediately began to skin it. It was the!
largest panther I ever saw.
It measured thirteen feetlong from
the tip of the nose to the tip of the tail. |
I have kept the skin with me in all |
my hunting tours, whether hunting the |
grizzly in Arizona or hunting the
wolves of northern Russia, or chasing the
king of the forest in the wilds of Africa.
Many is the time I have slept onit, in!
all climes and all circumstances.— New
York Journal.
I ———————
Pineapple for Diphtheria.
The Dread Disease Suid to Have Been
Cured by Using the Juice of the
Recently the Chicago @7ibune printed
the important announcement that the
juice of the pineapple is a cura for diph-
theria, and asserted further that the fact
is noting new, that the Creoles of the
South have long known of the value of
pineapple juice in the treatment of the
dread disease. Since the publication of
the first announcement the 7'ribune has
printed the evidence of a number of its
readers who have tried pineapple juice
in the treatment of diphtheria.
One man says he administered the
juice to his seven-year-old boy, who was
in great distress for breath, and four
hours thereafter the patient began to
cough up the diphtheric membrane.
Another says he used the juice in the
case of his six-year-old daughter, who
was dangerously ill with diphtheria. He
says he induced the little sufferer to take
the juice through a medicine tube, and
within two or three hours she began
coughing up small bits of the membrane.
As the diphtheric membrane which
grows in the air passages is of a fun-
goid character, physicians’ have all
along recognized the fact' that if some
acid could be applied that would disin-
tegrate the membrane without attack-
ing the mucous surfaces the disease could
be readily controlled. It would be
gratifying, but not surprising, if the
simple juice of the pineapple should be-
come established as a specific for the
cure of diphtheria. It would simply
be confirmation of the theory that na-
ture has a cure for every ill.
In the application of pineapple juice
for diphtheria, parents should, of course,
consult the family physician, No pro-
gressive doctor will slight new discover-
ies in any field of medicine, and experi-
ment with the alleged cure should be
supplemental to the regular course of
treatment prescribed by the lessons of
medical experience.
His Last Degree.
A Clergyinan Dies from Injuries Re-
ceived While Undergoing Initiation.
Hu~NTINGTON, W. Va., Jan. 13.—
The Rev. J. W. Johnson, of the M. BE.
Church South of this city, has died at
the parsonage from injuries received
when, in company with the Rev. W.
F. Marshall, of the Episcopal church
of this city, he was passing through
the initiation ceremonies of the Royal
Arch degree in the Huntington chapter
of the Royal Arch Masons.
During the ceremonies it seems it
was neccessary that he should descend a
vault thirteen feet deep by means of ‘a
rope tackle suspended from tbe ceiling
above. Two other men had deséended
the vault previously, one of them being
Rev. Mr. Marshall. After preparing
the tackle Rev. Mr. Johnson started to
descend, when the knot fastening the
tackle to the lower block gave way and
Mr. Johnson fell to the bottom of the
Medical aid was summoned and his
injuries seemed to be of a painful
though not dangerous nature. He was
removed to his home and received the
careful attention of his friends, but he
gradually sank and died. His remains
will be taken to his former home at
| brand to-day or bust.
Hannibal, Mo., for interment.
The Coming Mechanic.
A Prophecy on the Result of Manual
Training in the Schools.
Seientific American
The coming mechanic, says an ex-
change, bred in training schools, will be
a very different man froma the mechanic
of the present. 'Hven the young
mechanic who is now learning in the
shops will, in some important respects,
be at a disadvantage when he comes in- |
to contact and competition with the |
young mechanie who is now in the
school. The shop graduate may be “prac-
tical” and the school graduate will be
equally “practical” with the added ad-
vantage of wide theoretical knowledge.
The shop graduate may be able to do |
all the work planned or designed for
him, and the school graduate will be |
able not only to do the work, but also,
to do the planning and the designing. |
In every way the school graduate will
have ali the good points of the shop]
graduate, with added good points due
to wider information, while he will
Four Children Suffocated.
Erie, Pa., January 14.—To-night
Mr. and Mrs. Carl Rogalinski lett their
four children at home with Mrs. Roga-
linski’s brother while they went to make
a call. The little cne’s uncle was in-
toxicated and he laid his lighted pipe
dow on a bed where the children were
sleeping. The bed took fire and the
house was nearly consumed before the
firemen arrived. The drunken man
escaped, as did Mary Terolinski the
owner of the house, but the children
were all suffocated. Their names are
Mary, aged 5, George, aged 4, Helen,
aged 3, and Ann‘eaged 1. :
Loaded With Deadly Drugs.
All Sorts of Poisons for Cigars to Suit
the Smoker.
“I’m sorry, sir,” said the tobacco deal-
er, ‘but I haven’t got another cigar of
the brand you've been buying lately in
stock. Sold the last one this morning,
and don’t expect to have any more un-
til the first of next week.”
“Good gad!’ exclaimed the customer,
“you don’t say so!”
“Fact, sir; but here’s something
equally good, in an Havana filler, at
the same price.”
“I don’t want anythiny else; I've
sort o’ got used to the old kind, and n«
other cigar seems to fill the bill an
more. The last box of them I bough
! here went to smoke inside of a week, and
more of the same
I'll try else-
I must have some
Theshop keeper looked after the man
with a grin as he went out, and then,
turning to a Star reporter, who had
come in for a package of cigarettes, said,
“Thats another of em 1”
“Another of what?’ inquired the
newspaper man, listlessly striking a
match beneath the edge of the counter.
“Drugged tobacco fiends.”
“New to me. What are they ?”
“Ill tell you confidentially,” said the
dealer. “It’s a solemn fact that about
half the domestic cigars sold nowadays
are drugged with one thing or another.
Morphine, chloral, and all sorts of
‘nerve-soothing’ stuff are used for the pur-
pose, but most of all valerian. These
poisons, in combination with the tobac-
co, produce a very agreeable effect, but
of course they create a necessity for
more, and pretty soon the smoker, say
of a valerian-loaded brand, finds that no
other cigar suits him. So he goes
ahead taking the poison in this way,
without knowing it, until he is a slave
to the valerian vice. Of course you
know what an awful hold that particu~
lar drug soon gets upon a man, and
what an effect it has upon the constitu-
tion.” 3
‘Valerian, you say, is used more than
any other kind of poison ?”’
“Yes, it is the favorite drug for cigars.
It acts very pleasantly upon the nerves,
and the man who has to work hard with
his brain finds that it rests him. Be-
sides, it has an effect peculiarly its own
as an antidote for alcoholic poisoning.
The tippler who has been spreeing over
night finds that nothing sobers him up
so quickly as a cigar medicated with it.”
“And how is the drug put into the ci-
gars, pray ?”’
“That is very simple. A solution is
made of it, of the proper strength, and
the workman before rolling the cigar,
sprinkles a few drops of it over the to-
bacco leaves. The latter are rolled in-
to shape, and your weed is ready
‘Are not these drugs expensive ?”’
“Rather; but very litte is required
for each cigar, and the investment pays.
In this way, you see, each manufacturer
retains his customers by creating a spe-
cial vice which his own goods alone can
satisfactorily supply. The man who
left the shop just after you came in is
one of the fiends. He has been smok-
ing a brand of cigars which, I think, is
loaded with muriate of cocaine. That
is the latest ingredient, you know. And
now he finds that nothing else satisfies
the craving. Bad, isn’t it? But I've
got to sell all these brands of cigars that
ara on the market or else go out of the
business. I can’t afford to have my
customers go to the place across the
street because they don’t find what they
want here. Poisoned cigars are what
the people wish to buy, and I must sup-
ply the demand or go bankrupt.”
“Is this cocaine that you speak of
particularly dangerous?”
Physicians say itis. I’ve heard that
it comes in the shape of leaves from
Peru, where such leaves are chewed by
the natives for the wonderful power of
endurance that the juice gives. About
six years ago, I've understood, it was
discovered that this juice applied to any
portion of the body, would render that
portion insersible to pain. It used to
be worth a dollar a drop then, but now
it’s comparatively cheap. Cocaine has
all sorts of surprising uses, but it’s a
dreadful habit to acquire. A little of
it in a cigar braces the smoker up as-
tonishingly ; it beats Dr. Brown-Se-
quard’s elixir. However, it soon attacks
the brain and leaves the victim a men-
tal wreck.”
“Do you think of anything else that
is putin cigars to make them more
agreeable for smoking?’ asked the re-
“No,” said the tobacconist. “Taough
now I come to think of it, small fire
works are the very latest thing in cigars,
of the sort one gives to one’s friends. Ex-
plusive smokables are no longer consid-
ered the thing for such practical joking,
they may injure an eye or badly singe
a whisker. But a very much condens-
ed bengal light, or even an almost mi-
croscopic roman candle, will sati
requirements of humor quite as satisf:
torily, and without accidental peril ‘to
the victim. We have a few such al-
ways in stock; help yourself to a
John C. Bullit, the eminent law-
ver of Philadelphia, has drawn the larg-
est mortgage ever given in this country
—the indenture of the Northern Pacific
Railroad for $160,000,000. To Mr. Bul-
lit was also entrusted the drafting of the
Reading $100,000,000 general mortgage,
three preference mortgages aggregating
$65,000,000, and the $45,000,000 Nor-
folk and Western blanket mortgage.
In this particular line of work Mr. Bul-
lit is said to stand at the head of his pro-