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THE KING AND THE COBBLER.
A cobbler he sat in a dirty old stall,
Working with elbows, and hammer, and awl,
A King with his mantle and crown came by,
With his feet on the earth, and his nose in the
sky.
“Ho! ho!” quoth the cobbler, “Ha! ha! I dare
say
If he had to work like me all the day,
This mighty, important, and fussy old swell
Would not like his billet one-half so well”
“Come try,” said the King, “and here fit on
my crown, :
And I to your last will most gladly sit down,
If I can't mend a boot, a noise I can make,
Which for work in this life we too often mis-
take.”
The King smashed a finger in hitting a vail,
And the wax kept him firm on the seat of the
pail;
At last he got angry, and terribly swore
That Bening of boots should be stopped by
the law.
“This erown,” roared the cobbler, “won’t keep
out the cold ;
Like many other folks, I'm deceived by the
old,
And = for this mantle’—and here he fell
down— .
“There are more checks about it than Mar-
gery's gown.”
They looked at each other, ana laughed at the
game :
(And, had we been there, we had just done
the same). .
Baid the King, “Let us both to our stations re-
urn;
Pasting things to the proof is the right way to
earn.”
The King died in battle, the cobbler in bed,
And as he was dying these last words he said,
“I've been a good cobbler, a very good thing,
I hope where I'm going I'shan’t be a King.”
—John Parnell,
A CLOSE RACE.
Just within the door of their litte cot-
tage stood Thomas Romer and his wife,
Jennie.” Thomas had in his face that
look of determination which sometimes
pleased his wife, for when she saw it
she was proud of his strength and sure
that he would accomplish whatever he
might try to do. Sometimes'it" fright-
ened her, too, for she was not sure
that he would stop for any obstacle,
however great. She liked bim to be
strong ; she was a little afraid of the
use he might make of his strength.
Romer was an engineer on the H. &
C. R.R. He had begun as a boy in
the shops of the company, and had ris-
en very rapidly until now, as an engi-
neer, he had been given one of the
most important “runs” in the passen-
ger service. For some time, however,
he had seemed to be the victim of ill
luck ; nothing went well with Lim ; he
shut his lips closely together and was
determined not to lose his grip.
“What is it, Tom?" Jennie asked
him. “Does the debt on the house
worry you ?”’
“Tt is nothing,” he answered. “We
shall meet that easily enough ; and Mr.
Steele, anyway, won't trouble us.”
“But, Tom,” she said, “there is some-
thing. I canseeit. You ought to tell
me.” b
“I am afraid you can see too much,”
he replied as he leaned over and kiss-
ed her.
“Perhaps you haven't been long
enough married to kvow all the duties
of a husband, but I know you should
not try to deceive a woman who loves
you. Anyway, you cannot do it.”
*“So much the worse for you then,
little woman.”
“Come,” she said, “own up. Has
Mr. Steele said anything about that
accident ?”
“Not since the investigation; but,
you see, I have no leeway now. I can’t
afford to meet with any more trouble.”
Mr. Steele was the president of the
railroad company. He had early tak-
en an interest, in the bright young boy
who had attracted his attention.” He
had spoken so many good words for
him to his superiors that the rules of
the company had once or twice been
stretched a little to make Romer's ad-
vance as fast as it had been. Later,
when Tom Romer married, Mr. Steele
had advanced him money enouzh to
build their little house, and he had in-
duced Mrs. Steele to take a warm in-
terest in the welfare of the young cou-
ple. To her they were indebted for
many little comforts, conveycd in a
way not to wound their pride or to cre-
ate too great a sense of obligation.
Hy tel you, my dear, that we shall
be proud to have helped them along.
That young man will come to some-
thing,” he would say to her; and she
would reply: “I am sure of 1t; and if
he does it will be as much bis wite’s
doing as his
For a long time Tom Romer had de-
served Mr. Steele's goad will. He per-
formed the duties of every place to
which he was advanced zealously and
skillfully. Recently, however, there
had been many complaints against him.
There had been many irritating little
accidents of small consequence. Tis
train was almost always late ani it ap-
peared from the reports of the conduc-
tor'that Tom was always to blame.
“Tom Romer’s luck,” had become a
by-word among the men and many
were the sympathetic inquiries made of
him in regard to it. But his superiors
could not afford to consider luck as an
element in the running of trains, and
he had been frequently cautioned. Mr.
Steele wondered if he had been a little
too quick and whether 1t would have
been better for Tom, as well as for the
railroad if they had not given him so
important a run so soon.
Within a few weeks a very serious
accident had happened to Tom's engine,
causing. not only a long continued
blocking of the track,but a large loss of
money as well. The officers bad
thought it their duty to investigate the
matter thoroughly. There was some
question whether the weakness which
had resulted in the accident ought not to
have been discovered ; and it, perbaps,
would have exonerated Tom on the
round that his oversight was excusa-
le; hut he had himself stated posi-
tively that the part which had failed so
soon afterwards was all right and
strong when he had examined his en-
gine a few minutes before starting,
However, there was a difference of ;
opinion, and Romer had received only
an official reprimand and caution. Mr.
Steele had spoken to him in a friendly
way in regard to his various mischan-
ces and begged him to be careful. Al-
though Tom had not lost his nerve, it
was no wonder that he was a little bit
worried and nervous. E
“Well, Tom,” Jennie said to him,
“yon must not worry about it. Bat
bad luck cannot follow you always.”
“Bot I am not sure that bad luck
has much to do with it.”
“Why, what do you mean?” she
asked as she looked at him in quick
alarm. He would have given a great
deal if he had been more careful. He
did not want to tell any one of his sus-
picions ; he did not want to tell her, of
all persons in the world.
Long before, when Tom Romer first
began his service with the company, a
schoolmate of his, Henry Warner, be-
gan too, and in the same way. With
him Romer had always been on good
ierms ; or, at least, had tried to be.
Unfortunately, however, as time went
on and Tom was advanced more rapid-
ly, Henry began to think himself badly
used, and slowly he grew more and
more jealous of Tom’s good fortune
and better prospects. He was now
himself in charge of an engine, but his
work was unimportant, and not by any
means so responsible’ as Romer's.
Then, as fate would have it, they had
both fallen in love with the same girl.
The race for her preference was short
but very sharp. When Tom and Jen-
nie Middleton were married Henry
Warner carefully absented himself
from the wedding. He felt his griev-
ance just. He nursed his wrathed _till
it almost consumed him ; he had no
other feeling, it seemed to him.
Tom had tried to retain good feeling
for Warner and to treat him kindly;
but it. was too plain that Warner dis-
liked him. Tom had long suspected
that in some way he could not find out,
Warner had been connected with his
various misfortunes. He believed that
his mishap had been planed. He be-
lieved that some one had tampered with
his engire. Warner he knew had been
near it just before he had started ; bat
he could not connect him more closely
with the accident, and he was aeter-
mined to know more accurately before
he would mention his suspicions. Be-
sides, he knew how it would distress
his wife if she knew ‘who it was that
troubled him and why. |
“Why, what do you mean?’ she
asked him again as he did not reply.
“Pghaw ! Jennie, nothing. Come, let
this be a real day off. Don’t let us
think of anything unpleasant.”
“Very well, then,” she responded
gayly, after a minate or so of delay.
And together they wandered through
the country, beautitul mow in the be-
ginning of summer ; and they dreamed
of the future, and told one another their
dreams. They looked forward to the
loag winter evenings when they should
sit together before the fire.
“I know,” Jennie said, “I shall en-
joy storms then. Won't it be pleasant
to sit before the fire and hear the wind
and the rain outside I”
“That will be very different from last
winter,” Tom answered.
“Oh, Tom, how I did hate to have
you go out in the cold and dark.”
“I hated, too, to go. And how
quickly ten o'clock would come.”
Mach as Romer loved his wife and
liked to be with her, he was not sorry
that he had to work on the next day.
He was awake early. The dew was
still fresh and shining on the grass as
he finished breakfast.
“I must be off,” he said. ‘You know
when to expect me. I shall be on time,
or know the reason why.”
“Tom, you must not look that way.
You look hard and cruel.”
“You would not have me. weaker,
wonld you ?”” he asked.
“No,” she answered a little doubt-
fully. “What a beautiful day this is’
she continued. “Oh, Tom, let me go
with: you !”
“What, on the engine? You know I
cannot do that.”
“Oh, no. On the train. And then
we can have a little while together be:
fore your run home.’
“All right,” he said, ‘that will be
first rate.”
Jennie was a favorite with all the
train men who kuew her, and they
fixed for her a chair in the bagoage car
and begged for her company there.
Tom, as he always did nowadays,
made a thorough examination of his
engine and kept his eye on it.” He
would be sure that no one approached it
unawares. .
Promptly on time the train was
made up. Promptly on time the start-
ing signal was given and off they went,
out of the dark station into the bright
snelight. The train gained momen-
tum. In a ninute it was going as rap-
idly as a gale and steadily.
As they passed his house Tom made
his usual signal whistle.
“Has he forgotten you're aboard ?”
one of the men’ asked Jennie.
“No, indeed,” she said, “I have no
fear of that.” J
Without any stop the train ran on
until it had surmonted the heavy grade
which began at the doors of the termi-
nal station almost, and it was now at
the summit of the mountain. Below
them stretched the valley. = Scattered
here and there were farin houses and
their belongings ; an occasional small
herd of cattle; men working in the
fields. Groups of bright-clothed chil-
dren were playing near some of the
houses. Their laughter and their voi-
ces could almost be heard. The per-
fume of the blossoming apple trees
filled the air. Before them lay the
smooth straight rails hugging closely
the side of the mountain. Away off in
the valley, to the right, they could see
another train creeping along it seemed,
on the branch which crossed the main
line at the foot of the hills.
“Travel’s pretty heavy this morning,”
Tom said to his fireman.
“It’s gettin’ hot. They'll have all
the people they want, now, I suppose.” |
“With this heavy train I wouldn’t
like to meet anything on this. grade,”
Tom said as he laughed. The fireman
whistled.
“Phew! It’s lucky there's no dan-
ger,” he said.
“Keep your fire up,” Romer told told
him. “We're going to need all the
steam we can get.”
“Why »
“We must make time, or break.”
Bui now with steam all off and with
Romer’s hand on the brake-lever they
rushed almost at full speed down the
grade. As they neared the end of the
steepest part of the descent Romer re-
laxed his hold upon the brake some-
what and then the train attained tre-
mendous speed. The trees and the
telegraph poles were a blur only; the
cars rocked from side to side.
“He's showing you what he can do !”
some one said to Jennie.
“He knows what is best,” she an-
swered smiling.
As they came out of the trees and
could see about them more, Tom said
to his fireman :
“That fellow’s coming pretty close,
He koows the way is mine. Can you
make out who it is!”
“That's Warner's engine,” the fire-
man zaid. “What's the matter with
him!”
Tom blew his whistle many times ;
but the engineer of the other train,
now running at full speed as it seemed,
paid no apparent attention. Romer
thought quickly.
“What does the scoundrel mean 2”
he asked, and again his whistle sound-
ed, sharp and distinct in the morning
air, The other train continued. If
they both went on as they were going
a collision was inevitable.
“Stop ‘her! Stop her!” shrieked
Tow’s fireman, and as he tried to push
Romer away he sprang to put on the
air-brake.
“You fool I” said Tom as he caught
him by the collar and flung him away.
“We can’t stop her ; we must get past.”
He threw the throttle wide open.
‘I'he whole train jumped. Thenon it ran
at frightful speed toward the crossing.
Jennie had risen from her seat and
was standing at the wide door with the
men. While it seemed certain that
his train would reach the crossing first
Warner sat smilling grimly. is in-
tention was plain. If he could get his
own engine first over the cossing then
Romer’s engine would surely crash into
the heavy freight cars. Whatever
might be the fate of the others, for Ro-
mer himself there could be no escape.
But now as Romer’s train gained even
greater speed its chances were the best.
Still it was not possible thatall the cars
of his long train could get past in safe-
ty. Suddenly as Warner watched the
other train he turned pale, started to
his feet and cheeked his train. There
was barely. time. On came the heavy
train, but more and more slowly, com-
ing at last to a stop within a foot or
two of the crossing while Romer's train
sped on safely and swiftly.
When an investigation was after-
wards made it was stated that War-
ner tried to stop his engine when he
saw Jennie Romer's pale, appealing
face at the door of the baggage car;
but others believed that he only tried
to stop when he saw that his own en-
gine would strike the other train mid-
way and that his own life was in great
danger as any one’s. In his behalf it
was claimed that at the worst he had
only made a mistake in judgment, and
that, after all, as events proved, he had
been able to stop in time. As for him-
self he would say nothing, and soon
after he left that part of the country
forever.—The Epoch.
Superstitions About Babies.
In Ireland a belt made of woman's
hair is placed around a child to keep
harm away. ¢
Garlic, salt, bread and steak are put
into the cradle of a new born babe
in Holland.
Roumanian mothers tie red ribbons
around the ankles of their children to
preserve them from harm, while Es-
thonian mothers attach bits of as-
safoetida to the necks of their off-
spring.
‘Welsh mothers put a pair of tongsor a
knife in the cradle to insure the safety of
their children ; the knife is used for the
‘same purpose in some parts of England.
Among the Vosges peasant children
born at a new moon are supposed to
have their tongues better hung than
others, while those born at the last
quarter are supposed to have less tongue
but better reasoning powers. A daugh-
ter born during the waxing moon is al-
ways precocious,
At the birth of a child in Brittany
the neighboring women take it in
charge, wash it, crack its joints and
rub its head with oil to solder its cra-
nium bones, It is then wrapped in a
Hons bundle and its linibs are anoint-
ed with brandy to make it a full Breton.
The Grecian mother, before putting
her child in its cradle, turns thre: times
around before the fire while singing
her favorite song to ward off evil spirits.
In Scotland it is said to rock the emp-
ty cradle will insure the coming of other
occupants for it. :
The London mother places a book
under the head of a new born infant
that it may be quick at reading, and
puts money inte its first bath to guaran-
tee its wealth in the future.
The Turkish mother loads her child
with amulets as soon as it is born, and a
small bit of mud, steeped in hot water,
prepared by previous charms, is stuck
on its forehead. i
In Spain the infant's face is swept
with a pine tree bough to bring good
luck. —Springfield Republican.
A Spotted Tribe.
There is a whole tribe of spotted men
and women and children, too, to be met
with in a district on tha banks of the
River Purus, in South America. They
live only on the river banks or in float-
ing settlements in the lagoons. Almost
their whole life is epent in their canoes,
and they are congpicuous by their pecu-
lar skin; which is covered with black
and white spots, and causes many in-
dividuals to look just as if they had been
dappled, so that the spotted man need !
not always be a thing of paint and
patches. 130k
—, RE a -_ yam =
Grizzly and Bisons Fight.
It Was a Battle to the Death, and There
Was no Survivor.
The following story was told us by a
stalwart Indian, who having been among
the French half-breeds a good deal, had
received from them the French name of
Baptiste. He told us the story as we
were huddled round a campfire in the
dense forest on the eastern side of Lake
Winnepeg, from which we and our dogs
had been driven by a bitter, blinding
blizzard storm. He said :
“One summer long ago, I was with a
large party of Indians. We were mak-
ing a long journey over the rolling
prairies, from cne place to another.
That we might have plenty of meat to
eat, two of us were appointed to keep
about two days’ journey ahead of ‘the
company to hunt and to kill all the
game we could.
“The reason why we kept so far apart
was because we had dogs and babies and
women in our party, and you know they
will all make much noise, so they would
: scare the animals far away.
“Well, we two hunters kept well
ahead. Some days we had good luck
and killed a great deal, and then other
days we did not kill much. What we
got we cached, so that the party could
easily find it by the sign we gave them
when they came along. We always
put it near the trail for them. Then
we would push on, looking for more.
“In the rolling prairies the hill are
like the great waves of the sea, only
some of the hills are atout a mile apart
with the valleys between... When we
were coming to the top of one of these
swells, or hills, we could creep up very
carefully in the long grass and look over
down in the valley on the other side.
Sometimes we could see game to shoot,
and often there was nothing at all.
When there was no sign of anything
worth stopping to shoot, we were after
big game, having many mouths to feed,
we would hurry across to the next hill
top and carefully look over into the
next valley.
“One day as we had passed several
valleys and had seen nothing that was
worth our stopping to shoot, we came to
the top of a pretty large hill, and cau-
tiously looked over. There was a sight
that we shall never forget,
“Right down before us, within gun
shoot, was a very large grizzly bear and
two big Luffalo bulls. Well for us the
wind was blowing from them to us.
They were very anrgy-looking and were
preparing for a big fight. The buffulos
seemed to know that the bear was an
ugly customer, and he looked as if he
did not know how to manage the two of
them at once.
“For quite a while they kept up
what you might call a pretense of bat-
tle. The bulls would paw the ground,
and keep us a constant roaring. This
only made the bear the more angry, and
if there had only been one he soon
would have gotten his big claws upon
him, but there being two made him
cautious.
“After a while both of the bulls sud-
denly lowered their head and together
they charged the bear. As they rushed
at him he quickly arose up on his
haunches, and, as they closed in upon
him, he seized one of them by the head
and neck, and, with a sudden jerk, so
quickly broke his neck that he fell
down as dead as a stone.
‘The older buffalv, which had charg-
ed at the same time, gave the bear a
tearful thrust with his sharp horns, one
of which pierced him between the ribs,
causing an ugly wound from which the
blood soon began to flow. The bear
having killed the other buffalo, tried to
seize hold of this one also, but he, hav-
ing given the bear the ugly wound,
quickly sprang back out of his reach.
He ran off a little distance, but, as
the bear did not follow him, he came
back again. There they stood looking
at each other, both very angry, but both
very cautious. As they kept moving
round it seemed to us as though the
buffalo had so come round on the wind-
ward side of the bear that he caught the
scent of ths blood from the wound.
The smell of blood always excites to fury
these animals, and so, lowering his
heud, he furiously charged at his wound-
ed, yet still savage, enemy. The bear
rose up on his hind quarters to receive
him, 1nd seizing him as he did the
other, killed him on the spot.
“We saw him go from one buffalo to
the other and smell them both, but he
did not offer to tear or eat either. We
could see that ‘he was very badly
wounded from the way he kept twitch-
ing his side, from which the blood kept
ranning. It was au ugly wound and
he was a very sick bear, and so, as he
looked so cross, we were not in a hurry
to let him know any thing about us.
“Imagine, if you can,” said Baptiste,
while his eyes flashed at the recollection
of this royal battle, “how excited we
were as we lay there in the long grass
and watched this great fight.
“Then we thought : No w, if we can
only kill that wounded bear we will
have plenty of meat for the whole camp
fora good while But, although we
had our guns, we werc none too anxious
to begin the battle with such a bear as
that one; so we crouched low and
watched him. It was very fortunate
that the wind, which was quite a breeze
blew as it did. He never seemed to sus-
pect that other foes were near.
‘After a while he went off a little
distance ard lay down in the long grass,
which rose up so high around him that
we could not see him. We waited long
for him to get up, but as he did not,
and we could not stay there all day, we
prepared for a big fight with him. We
put our knives where we could instantly
draw them, and carefully examined our
guns to see that they we all right.
Then we began to crawl down careful-
ly through the grass toward him.
“My, how our hearts did beat! and
haw every second we expected he would
hear us, and the fight would begin for
life or death.
‘“We got very close to him, although
not near enough to see him. Then, as
we heard no sound; we made a little
noise to attract his attention. And
then we wanted him to get up, so we
could have a better chance to shoot him.
But he did not stir.. So with our fingers
on the triggers of our guns, we called
out: ‘Mr. Bear, here areenemies ready
for another battle!’ * Still there was no
stir, and so we got up and went to him |
and found him as dead as the buffulos.
Without firing a shot we had a great
quantity of meat.”
the whole so vividly before Baptiste
that he had become very much excited,
and he finished with: “What would
you not have given to have seen that
battle? And what would I not give to
see another like it 7’— Ledger.
Jilted by the Emperor of Austria.
The princess of Thurn-and-Taxis was
the eldest of the five beautiful daughters
of Duke Maximillian of Bavaria, and
was reckoned, until her last illness,
probably the most handsome and intel-
lectual woman in Europe. While a
mere child she was betrothed to the
present Emperor of Austria. Francis
Joseph, however, fell violently in love
with her younger sister, Elizabeth, and
insisted on jilting the Duchess Helen
in order to marry the scarcely sixteen-
year-old Duchess Elizabeth. Proud,
ambitious, and deeply in love with her
faithless fiance, it was a terrible blow to
her to see the Cinderella of the family |
carry off the man she loved and the
crown which she would have delighted
to wear. Not only during the marriage
festivities, but also throughout her sub-
sequent life, she acted to perfection the
part of a loving and sympathising sister,
and appeared, to the public at any rate,
to rejoice openly at Elizabeth’s good
fortune. After seeing her three other
sisters married— to the King of Naples.
to his brother the Count de Trani, and
to the Orleantst Duke of Alencon—she
finally conferred her hard upon the
the Prince of Thurn-and-Taxis, the chief
of one of the most wealthy and powerful
noble of German Confederacy. He owned
large and valuable estates in Bavaria,
Upper Austria, Silesia, andl Wurtem-
burg, the principal residence of the fam-
ily being the palace ut Ratisbon. But,
although the prince absolutely worship-
ed his beautiful wife, she never profess-
ed for him anything more than mild tol-
eration, and retained throughout her
marriage, and to the day of her death,
an air of intense sadness. She was a
consumate musician, a painter of no
mean skill, and a woman of the most
liberal and profound cultire.— Argonaut,
Nl AMAR
It Takes Deftness to Mend Gloves.
Every one who has attempted the
task knows that it requires a particular-
ly deft touch to mend a rent in a |
In the picture of
Hilda, the heroine of the Marble Faun, |
glove successfully.
engaged in mending her gloves, Haw-
thorne draws attention to the grace of
this peculiarly feminine task. The best |
glove menders in the world,unfortunate-
ly for this sentiment, are men, ‘profes.
sional glove sewers,”’ who handle the
kid and needle with methodical dex-
terity. A ripis a simple matter with
them ; it is in mending a tear in the kid
that they show their skill. The color of
the glove is carefully matched in silk
taffeta or any silk goods of firm light
quality, and in sewing silk. A piece
of the silk is run on the inside carefully
under the rent so as to bring the edges
together, but not so as to show on the
outside of the glove, and the edges of
the kid are then drawn together by al-
most invisible stitches, as a clothmend-
er mends cloth.
Properly rubbed with the finger, the
rent hardly shows if it is not in a
place where the stitches are stretched
when the glove is worn. Even this the
silk beneath tends to prevent. After a
little perseverance any one can catch up
this art of glove mending and learn to
do the work with something of the skill
of an expert. A rip in the stitching
even may be ‘stayed’ with a bit of silk,
where it is caused by a special strain, |
and may be kept in this way from break-
ing out again.— New York Tribune.
He Understood Coons.
Bob H. is a stable-keeper up in New
Hampshire. Bob is also quite a coon
hunter and keeps a pair of coon dogs.
One night some parties caught a fine
coon alive and brought it to Bob's
stable and put it in a barrel. Bob
brought out the dogs to show what
they would do with Mr. Coon. The bar-
rel was turned down on the outside and
one of the dogs told to take him out.
The coon was not in the mood to come
out just then, and Zip got the worst of
it and could not take him out. Old
Zack was brought up and told to take
him out and in went his head. The
coon was there. and after a desperate
tussel the dog gave up the job as a bad
one. The crowd here became jubilant
over the defeat of Bob’s dogs. Just then
Farmer H. came along and asked,
“What's the matter 2” On being told,
he said. “That ’er dog of mine can
take him out,” pointing to a cross be-
tween a shepherd and just dog for the
other part. “Bet you $50 he can’t,”
says Bob. “I guess I can kiver that;
put up the pictures,” the old man says,
and to Bob's astonishment out came
the greenbacks. The money was put
in a third party’s hands. On time be-
ing called, Farmer H. takes his dog by
the collar and head ard backs him into
the barrel.. When he comes in contact
with the coon the coon just fastens to
the dog’s rears With a howl of astonish-
ment the dog gives a jump, and out
comes Mr. Coon before he knows what's
up. The dog turned on him, and before
he gets over his astonishment he isa
gone coun.” “Well, I never squeal,
old nian,” says Bob. ‘The money is
yours. But I'll be hanged if there aia’t
more than one way to get a coon out of
a burrel.”’— Forest and Stream.
The Diamond Gave Him a Standing.
A St. Louis drummer gave me a
reason for wearing a diamond pin, the
otherday, that struck me as containing
an immense amount of worldly wisdom.
He said that he had found by experi-
ence that a small diamond worn in the
necktie—not in the shirt front —served
as a badge of respectabiltty wherever he |
went. If he went into a restaurant and
found that he had forgotten his pocket-
book, he was never asked to leave his
watch until he could pay his bill, and
he was never made to pay in advance by
any hotel clerk if he went to the hotel
without baggage. In short, wherever
he went that little $60 diamond pro-
claimed that there was a man who was
not pressed for money and who could be
trusted.
|
The recital of this story had brought |
. | his left shoulder.
A Good Suggestion by the “Times.”
Why don’t the Democrats of Mont-
gomery and Bucks tender William M.
, Singerly the nomination for Congress ?
asks the Philadelphia Time. He doesn’t
want it, of course, as be is one of the
busiest men; but he is a thorough-
bred in a race, and if called upon to
run, he couldn’t decline.
1 Mr. Singerly is the largest farmer
and stock-grower in Montgomery coun-
ty, and he is one of the largest of our
woolen manufacturers. He knows just
how the farmers are taxed until their
labor is made profitless, and he knows
just how his woolen mill is crushed by
taxes on raw materials.
As a farmer, Mr. Singerly can be
safely trusted to battle earnestly and
intelligently against needless taxes on
that important industry, and a man who
' has nearly half a million in woolen
_ property and machinery, can be relied
upon to favor the very best tariff for
enlarging home industry and the mar<
kets of our home labor of both field
{ and shop.
' Then Mr. Singerlv wouldn’t be beat-
en if there's a winning anywhere in
sight. He isn’t built that way, and if
| the Democrats of Montgomery and
Bucks want a first-class practical Con-
gressman and a winning candidate, let
them unanimously call William M.
Singerly into the field.
AI MS DL
| A Terrible Fight.
| From the Somerset Herald : A friend
| from Addison tells: us of a novel and
desperate battle between a powerful
‘man and a vicious stallion, which oc-
{curred in that neighborhood a short
| time ago. Sol Seibert, who resides near
| Mason and Dixon’s line, is the own-
cer of a “calico” or ¢:Chicasaw’’ horse,
| and has always regarded him as an ani-
| mal of good disposition, having broken
{ him to harness and worked him on the
| farm until the morning in question,
{ when be discovered that his confidence
| had been misplaced and that the horse
was a veritable man-eater. He had tak-
‘en the beast from the stall in the stable
and was leading him with a halter strap
through the barnyard, when suddenly
| he felt a pair of strong teeth closing on
Turning suddenly
| he dealt the horse a heavy stroke on
, the head, which only seemed to have
| the effect of wetting the horse’s thirst
| for human blood, for the next instant
‘he plunged ferociously at his owner
with mouth wide open. :
Mr. Seibert, who is said to be a man
| of wonderful courage as well as of
strong physique, squared himself for
the: attack and showered blow after
blow upon the stallion’s head and neck,
at the same time managing to keep as
far as possible from the infuriated beast’s
iron hoofs, with which he was vigorous-
ly pawing. The battle continued for
more than an nour, Mr. Seibert defend-
ing himself as best he could with his
fists from the horse's repeated assaults ;
but at the end of that time he had re-
ceived a half-dozen ugly bites about the
arms and shoulders, and was finally
felled to the ground by a savage kick,
his strength and spirit almost ex-
hausted.
In this prostrate position Mr. Seibert
was no longer able to defend himself
from the assaults of the now thorough-
ly enraged beast and must certainly
have been chewed and trampled to
d-ath, had it not been for the fortunate
arrival of two men who chanced to be
passing the barnyard, and seeing his
helpless and perilous condition rushed
to his rescue, and with the aid of fence
stakes succeeded in beating the horse
off and back into the barn. Mr. Seibert
was carried to the house, where he is
still confined, his body lacerated and
bruised and his clothing all torn to
i shreds.
1.000,000 Feet a Day.
The Biggest Lumber Mill on Earth in
Norway.
The Northwestern Mining and Lum-
bering Journal says : Charles Hanson's
big mill in the city of Tacoma, which
was built long before the city was there,
cuts a half million feet of lumber every
twenty-four hours. It is a big milk
One day a captain of a vessel from Nor-
way, that was loading at his docks,
intimated that “it was a goed little
mill,” but that that there was one in
Norway two or three times as large.
Mr. Hanson inquired about and deter-
mined to see it. He vistited Christiana,
Norway, and looked at the biggest
mill on earth, and owned by one man.
It has a capacity of 1,600,000 feet in a
day (eighteen hours). Itruns thirty-six
gang saws, though they are much small-
er than the ones used in this section ; it
is fited up with circular saws and other
machinery similar to ours, It has six
planing mills. From forty to fifty
ships load at one time at its docks. In
connection with this mill, and owned
by the same man, are two large flour
mills.
The London yard of this mill extends
more than one mile in length. The
lumber shipped is all seasoned, some of
it in kilns and the rest by pilling.
The lumber is manufactured
much smoother than in this
country, as the saws are not crowded as
much as here. It is cut to exact gauge
and so evenly cut to length that when
piled the ends are almost as even as the
face of a brick wall.
The extent of the traffic in lumber on
the Baltic ocean can be comprehended
when 500 vessels loaded with lumber
were seen by Mr. Hanson in one day on
that body of water. Kngland, Ireland
and Scotland absorb annually 8,700,-
000,000 feet of lumber. The English
people have a fancy for white floors,
hence the Norway vine is the popular
lumber in that country. The firests
of Norway are good for 500 years, in
fact under the present system one might
say forever. When a piece of timber
land has been cut o-er, it is al once
thickly replanted ; at the end of a few
years it is gone over again and the poor
trees cut out to give room for the good
ones. The lumber of Norway is the
great barrier against which the Pacific
coast lumbermen must always contend.
———
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