Demerath Bellefonte, Pa., November 5, 1901. SUNDERED, O love, since you and I muss walk apart, Spare me one little corner of your heart— A shrine That shall be wholly mine ! Others may claim, and righéfully, the rest; | If there I know I am not dispossessed, All bliss I, eager, shall not miss. And if so will you sometimes offer there, Though, but in thought, the fragments of a prayer, - No more Can I, alas, implore ! But that 1s much and shall, forsooth, avail Po make my footsteps falter not nor fail, Though far Qur pathways sundered are. Then, love, sine yon and I must walk apart Spare me one little ‘corner of your heart— A shrine : : i vi That shall be wholly mine ! . —Clinton Scollard in Harper's Bazar THAT MESSAGE. A young man sat ina tiny coop of a tele- graph office, just under a lowering hill, which every moment threatened to fall down over the dreary stretch of shining track, and into the tumbling noisy river below. He looked at his watch, frowned impatiently, then put his head upon his arm. In a moments the tireless tick of the receiver had put him asleep. Every day at 4 o'clock he had a call from Dallas, a small flag station about two miles up the mountain. It was five minutes to 4, and, confident that the call would waken him, he dozed on. . Ann Martin and Ben Joyce had been . schoolmates, and later bad been operators on the same road. The railroad company for whom they worked has issued an order prohibiting women operating, and now Ann was teaching school at Dallas. There was an instrument at Dallas,as the railroad people sometimes used the office,but it was usually vacant, and Ann would come down after school and talk to Ben over the wires. They had a secret sign, and she had never failed to get an answer from him when she callid. ’ : Ann began to call at exactly 4 o'clock. She could not raise Ben. She called stead- ily for some time, in desperation, at last, telling him who she was, She got no an- swer. Just as she began to call again, she heard Ben call Rockwood, the station be- low his office. He was answered and Ann heard him give an order which took away her breath : ‘‘Runaway freight cars. Hold No. 47 on Bigler’s Siding.’ She tried to break. But the only thing she heard was Ben’s message repeated with insistence. Ben's ‘‘Morse’’ was awful. He must be ill, or crazy. There was no run- away train, for she would have seen it,and No. 47 was the fast mail. It never stop- ped for anything. The girl gave a sudden gasp and went white. She put out her haud to steady herself and her twitching fingers mechanically grasped something hard. She looked down. She held Ben’s ritle in her bands. How it had come there she did not know She ran out of the dingy office. There was no one in sight except an aged track-walker. On a side- track stood a hand-car, abandoned by the section gang. ‘‘Help me get this thing started down the track,’’ she screamed to the old man. “You'll be kilt ! You'll be kilt, girl! The Mail’s due !”’ he said, but he pushed her off, and, aided by the grade, she was soon speeding down the track, her skirts weirdly streaming back to the old man’s startled eyes. ? *‘The lass he goin’ to shoot some one sure,’”’ he muttered to himself. Her tired arms stopped working the lever when she was about 100 yards from Ben's office, and the machine stopped. She got off and scrambled Gown over the river bank. She crept up till only a few feet below the office. A window opened on the lower side. Nothing could be heard above the roaring and tumbling of the river’s swol- len waters. She cocked the trigger on the rifle and raised it to thie window. Allina marvelously gunick glance, she saw a man, one filthy hand on Ben’s shoulder, the oth- er gripping a revolver about a foot from Ben's fair bent head. Just as, she thrust the muzzle of the gun through the window he tuined his head, and their eyes met as her bullet struck him. Then his eyes shut forever in a dizzy whirl and he flopped lifeless to the floor. ! With blanched ' cheeks and a bloody hand, Ben tumbled out. ‘‘I'was in the office and heard your or- der. I just knew. I dov’t know why. Ben,” she said, with a note of anxiety, ‘‘have yon forgotten that message? Is the mail due ?”* He reached for his watch with his wound- ed hand, bat she had it out, looked at it and left it dangling from the chain. She stepped into the doorway of the office but drew back. ‘‘Ben, you'll have to take him out of there. There must be more of them, and don’t you see they’ll rob the’'train while we're waiting. I must get Rockwood.”’ Ben caught the feet of the dead high- waymau with his one hand,and pulled the body out and around the corner of the office. Then be came round and looked at her, holding his mangled hand from which the blood was dripping. She made him cut her shirt waist sleeve and bind up the wound while she called Rockwood. “I'm heartless, T know, bat—’' she ‘broke off as Rockwood answered. ‘‘Send out armed wen on engines. Train 47 beld up at Bigler’s Siding. Robbers. Explain later. Must be quick.’’ As the girl turned to him Ben thought she was the weariest creature he had ever seen. 'Her face was colorless and she seem- ed ready to faint from exhaustion and the strain. Shelooked wanly at him and be- gan listlessly to bandage his band. ‘Tell me about it,’’ she said. ‘‘I was sitting bere waiting for your call and I think I fell asleep. I know I was “thinking of you, for when I awoke the first thing I thought of was how cold your fingers were. ‘I put my hand to feel them and ran against that gun.’”’ He shuddered at the memory. *‘I was wide awake,and I jump- ed for that drawer, bat he’d shot my hand dead limp before I moved almost.’’ : ‘Of course, I began to call,and then yon broke in. I was nearly erazy. When I got them he told me every word to say,and I had to send it because he was an operator himself. TI was sending an order ‘to Rock- wood, and that was unusual, and with my left hand; too.. The fellow at Rockwood kept asking me all the time if it. was me. But when I told him to get.:a move on or he would be responsible for : the wreck lof the mail, he said all right. That fiend then entertained me with a description of what they were doing down at Bigler’s | Siding. There were six of ’em, and T don’t | know how they got onto the fact that the {| mail had so much money. to-night. Some | one on the road squealed, but he didn’t | tell me who it was You know Bigler has | that track in there for his lumber, and | when they had killed the engineer and fire- | man they were gding to take the whole train up in the woods, and load the boodle into wagons. They were going to take their time end——"’ Aun wheeled around to the ticker. They | were calling her again. i ‘“*Have sent out three engines. About | forty men, all armed. Wilson wants $o know what’s the matter. He's going out.” Ann started to sénd, and she was still | busy ticking the long and graphic story to the astonished railroad officials at Rock- | wood, when she heard the familiar puffing of an engine coming up the grade. She broke and ran out to where Bén was stand- ing. An engine was slowing up for the little office. It was covered with men, banging on with their very toe nails. It stopped and they all piled off. + +*“Well, what in the devil !”’ began one grimy fellow. Then he saw Ann. He turn- ed to Ben. ‘‘“Wegot ’em all down there, but how’d’ you come to send such a mes- sage? You must be one of the train rob- bers yourself. I guess you're the other one they're talking about. he said, turning to the other men, ‘this thing’s got to be looked into.” I move we arrest this fellow.” Ben tried to speak, but they silenced him. ‘‘You can explain later.” said the grim trainmen. pre Ann was laughing hysterically. They were some distance down from the office, and she turned and ran up the track and around the little house. The enraged rail- roaders were brutes in a moment. They thought she was running away." ‘Catch the hussy !”’ they yelled. ‘‘She helped him in his deviltry.”! But when they came upon her around the corner of the house, she was standing with her eyes clused,against the side of the house, and at her feet, the red clot, still oozing on his forehead, Jay the missing highwayman. * When it was all explained they took her back with thems and ‘the three living ban- dits were shown to her at the Siding. The attack had just begun on the train when the engines arrived, and all the rascals had run. Two were'shot and the others were captured. They were carried into Rock- wood in the car with the gold they had hoped to steal, and Wilson himself was there to meet them. As Aun climbed off the train he came to nieet her bareheaded. The girl flushed ‘erimson as he took her hand, and said so that they all heard : ‘My girl, you have saved the Baltimore and Ohio $300,000 to-day. Do you know that you are very wonderful ?’’ “I did it for Ben,’’ she said, quietly, ‘‘and can you send me home now ?'—By Catherine Coll. : Neck Broken, but Still Lives. McKeesport Woman, Injured Like Duryea, Says “I Will Live.” At the hospital in McKeesport there is a case that has baffled all the eminent physi- cians in that section of the State. Mrs. Jane Buck, aged thirty-one years, wife of R. J. Buck, a retired hotel keeper, while out driving on the evening of October 10th, was thrown from her carriage in a runaway and had her neck broken. Although she has been lying in one posi- tion for : 1a days, with one exception, she still has hopes of recovering and feels con- fident that she will leave the hospital alive. A few days ago she felt better than usual and her physicians allowed her to sit up for about three minutes. It was said by a number of physicians that the minute she was moved the cords in her neck would again snap and that would cause almost instant death : but she does not feel any the worse over her sitting up. The third cervical vertebric was com- pletely dislocated, and since the time of the accident her neck and shoulders have been in splints and she has been kept on a water bed. Since the accident she has nét eaten a particle of solid food,but has lived on milk and other liquid nourishment. . Many emi- nent physicians and medical students have visited the unfortunate woman in the hos- pital, but claimed that she could live hut a few days. Mrs. Buck said a few days ago: ‘I will never give up, although I fully realize that my chances for recovery are small. My injury pains me only at times; I am go- ing to get well.”” Since the accident she has lost over fifty pounds, and at the pres- ent time weighs about sixty-five pounds. No State Exhibit, Word from Harrisburg is to the effect that Prof. John Hamilton, Secretary of Agriculture, says there shall be no exhibit of agricultural products irom the State of Pennsylvania at the exhibjtion to be held in Charleston. S. C., beginning in Dee. The bill creating the Pennsylvania Com- mission to the Charleston exposition car- ried with it an appropriation of $33,000 and provided for a display o’ agricultural products, but Secretary Hamilton says a creditable display cannot be made with the $5,000 allowed his department. Gey Pennsylvaunia’s 9jsplay at the Buffalo exposition cut a pitiful figure and Secretary Hamilton says he don’t want the same thing perpetrated at Charleston. Some of the grangers of the State wanted the Agri- cultural Department to get up an_exhibit for the Pan-American, but as the Pennsyl- vania Commission to Buffalo needed . the money to build a $2,500 club house for $16,300, the agricultural exhibit was cut out, Consequently, the only thing at Buffalo to denote that Penbsylvania’s agri- cultural interests are larger than any other within her confines was a pictare of a mow- ing machine. : ; ed Lady Killed. Fractures Shull in Bathroom as Foot Slips. Hus- band President of Salt Trust. Mrs. Archibald 8. White. wife of the President of the National Salt Company, was found dead in the bathroom of her residence in° West Eighty-sixth street Sat- urday. Mrs. White lost her life asa re- sult of a most unusual aecident. ‘A slip on the floor of her bathroom caused her to fall backward. Her head struck the edge of a marble basin, fracturing her skull. Mrs. White was about 40 years old. She was a: Miss Rigney, of Brooklyn, and was married about ten years ago. Oue child, a daughter, eight years old, survives her. ra Wat ¥ { Mr. White left for Chicago ahout a week ago and wasiexpected home Friday, but a telegram received from him announc- ed that he had been delayed and would reach New York Saturday evening. Gentlemen,’’- Letters from a Nelf-Made Merchant to ’ His Son. No. VI—From John Graham at the Omaha Branch of Graham & Co., to Pierrepont Graham, ct the Union Stock Yards Chicago. ’ : . OMAHA, Sept. 1, 189-, Dear Pierrepont : Yours of the 30th ulti- mo strikes me all wrong. Idon’t like to hear you say that you -eah’t work under Milligan or any other man, for it showsa fundamental weakness. And then the house isn’t interested in knowing how you like your boss, but in how he likes you. I understand’ali about Milligan. He is ‘a-cross, cranky old Irishman with a tem- per tied up in bow knots, who prods his men with the bull-stick six days a week and schemes tp get them salary raises on the seventh, when he ought to be listening to the sermon ; who puts the black-snake on a clerk’s hide when he sends a letter to Oshkosh that ought to go to Kalamazoo, and begs him off when the old man wants to have him fired for it. Altogether he’s a hard, crabbed, generoas,soft-hearted, loyal, bully, old boy, swho’s been with the house siuce we took down the shutters for the first time, and who’s going to stay with it till we put them up for the last time. But all that apart you want to get it firmly fixed in your mind that you’re go- ing to have a Milligan over you all your life, and if it isn’t a Milligan it will he a Jones or a Smith. and the chances are that you'll find them both harder to get along with than this old fellow. And if it isn’t Milligan or Jones or Smith, and you ain’t a butcher, but a parson or a doctor,or even the President of the United States, it’ll be a Devonian strata deacon, or the under- taker, or the yellow journals. There isn’t any such thing as being your own boss in this world unless you’re a tramp, and then there’s the constable. Like the old man if you can, but give him no cause to dislike you. Keep your self-respect at any cost, and your upper lip stiff at the same figure. Criticism can properly come only from above, and when- ever you discover that your boss in no good you may rest easy that the man who pays his salary shares your secret. Iearn to give back a bit from the base-huruer, to let the village fathers get their feet on the fender and the saw-dust box in range, and you'll find them making a little room for you in turn. Old men have tender feet, and apologies are poor salve for aching corns. Remember that when you are in the right you can afford to keep your temper, and that when you’re in the wrong youn can’t afford to lose it. When you’ve got an uncertain cow it’s 0. K. to tie a figure eight in her tail if von ain’t thirsty, and it’s excitement "you're after ; but if you want peace and her nine quarts, you will naturally approach her from the side, and say, So-boss in about the same tone that you would use if you were asking your best girl to let you hold her hand. Of course you want to be sure of your natural history facts and learn to dis- tinguish between a cow that’s a kicker, but whose intentions are good if she’s ap- proached with proper respect,and a hooker, who is vicions on general principles, and any way you come at her. There's never any use fooling with an animal of that sort, brute or human. The only safe place is the other side of the fence or the top of the nearest tree. * When I was clerking in Missouri a fellow named Jeff Hankins moved down from Wisconsin and bought a little clearing just outside the town. Jeff was a good talker but a bad listener, and so we learned a heap about how things were done in Wis- consin, but he didu’s pick up much infor- mation about the habits of our Missouri fauna. When it came to cows he had bad a liberal education and he made out all right, but by aud by it got on to ploughing time and Jeff naturally bought a mule—a little moth-eaten cuss with sad, dreamy eyes and droopy, wiggly-woggly ears that swung in a circle as easy as if they ran on ball-hearings. Her owner didn’t give her a very good character, but Jeff was too busy telling how much he knew about horses to pay much attention to what any- body was saying about mules. So finally the seller turned her loose in Jeff’s lot, told him he wouldu’t bave any trouble catching ber if he approached her right, and hurried ount‘of range. Next morning at sunup Jeff picked ont a bridle and started off whistling Buffalo Gals—he was a powerful pretty whistler and could do the Mocking Bird with varia- tions—to catch the mule and begin his plowing. The animal was feeding as peacz- ful as a water-color picture, and she didn’t budge ; but when Jeff began to get nearer, her ears dropped back along her neck as if they bad lead in them. He knew that symptom and so he closed up kind of cau- tious, aiming for her at right angles and gurgling, ‘Muley, muley, here muley ; that’s a good muley,’’ sort of soothing and caressing-like. Still she didnit stir and Jeff got right up to her and put one arm over’ her back and began to reach forward with the bridle, when something happened. He never could explain just what it was, but we judged from the marks on his person that the mule had reached forward and kicked the seat of his trousers with one of her prehensile hind feet ; and had reached back and caught him on the last button of his waistcoat with one of her limber fore feet ; and had twisted around her elastic neck and bit off a mouthful -of his hair. When Jeff regained consciousness he reck- oned that the only really safe way to ap- proach a mule was to drop on it from a balloon. : ' : I simply mentioned this little incident as an example of the fact that there are certain animals with which the Lord didn’t intend white men to fool. "And you will find that, as a rule, the human varieties of them are not the fellows who go for you rough-shod, like Milligan, when yon’re wrong. It’s when you come across one of those ‘gentlemen who have more oil in their composition than any two-legged ani- mal has a right to have, that you should he on the lookout for concealed deadly weapons, Se I don’t mean that you shonld distrust a man who is affable and approachable, but you want to learn to distinguish between him and the one who is too affable and too approachable. ' The adverb makes the dif- ference between -a good and.n bad fellow. The bunco men aren’t all at the county fair, and they don’t all operate with the little shells 'and the elusive pea. When a packer has: learned all that there is to learn about : quadrupeds, he. knows only one- eighth of his business ; the other seven- eights, and the important seven-eights, has to do with the study of bipeds. I dwell on this because I am a little dis- appointed that you should have made such ‘a mistake in sizing up Milligan. He isn’t the brightest man in the office; but he is ‘loyal to me and to the house, and when you have been in business as long as I have you will be inclined to put a pretty high value on loyalty. Itis the one commodity that hasn’t any market value, and it’s the one that you can’t pay too much for. Yon can trust any number of men with your money, but mighty few with your reputa- tion. Half the men who are with the house on pay day are against it the other six. ; A good many young fellows come to me t looking for jobs, and start in by telling me what a mean house they have work- ing for ; what a cuss to get along with the senior partner was ; and how little show a bright, progressive clerk had with him. T never get very far with a critter of that class, because I know he wouldn’t like me or the house if he came to work for us. I don’t know. anything that a young business man ought to keep more entirely to himself than his dislikes. It’s general- ly expensive to have either, but it’s bank- ruptey to tell about them. It’s all right to say nothing about the dead but good, but it’s better to apply the rule to the liv- ing. and especially to the house which is paving your salary. Just one word before I close, as old Doc Hoover used to say, when he was coming into the streteh, but still a good ways off from the benediction. I have noticed that you are inclined to be a little chesty and starchy around the office. Of course, it’s good business, when a fellow hasn’t much behind his forehead, to throw out his chest and attract attention to his shirt-front. But as you begin to meet the men who bave done something that makes them worth meeting you will find that there are no ‘‘keep off the grass’’ or ‘‘beware of the dog’’ signs around their premises, and that they don’t motion to the orchestra to play slow music while they talk. Superiority makes every man feel its equal. It is courtesy without condescen- sion ; affability without familiarity ; self- sufficiency withont selfishness ; simplicity without snide. Tt weighs sixteen ounces to the pound without the package, and it doesn’t need a four colored label to make it go. We are coming home from here. Iam a little disappointed in the showing that this house has been making. Pound for pound it is not getting nearly so much ong of its hogs as we are in Chicago. I don’t know just where the leak is, but if they don’t do better next month IT am coming back here with a shotgun, and there’s going to be a pretty heavy mortality among our men. Your affectionate father, JOHN GRAITAM. —From the Saturday Evening Post. Dr. Methodist Ministers Find Him Guilty of Having Writ- ten and Published Lies. Rev. Swallow is Suspended. An investigation of nine Methodist min- isters,appointed by Presiding Elder Yocam to investigate charges of lying preferred against Rev. Dr. Silas C. Swallow, editor of the Pennsylvania Methodist, by Rev. C. V. Hartzell, pastor of St. Paul’s Metho- dist church, of Harrisburg. Rendering the following finding under the heading of the verdict of the committee : ‘“The committee called by the presiding elder in the case of Hartzell vs Swallow,on a charge of lying, decides that the charge is sustained, and hereby suspends the Rev. Dr. S. C. Swallow from all ministerial serv- iges-and church privileges until the ensu- ing annual conference.’ This is signed by Rev. W. H. Stevens, Duncannon; Rev. M. L. Ganoe, D. D., York: Rev. Geo. S. Woomer, Dillsburg; Rev. Joseph H. Price, Mt. Holly; Rev. Benjamin H. Mosser, Carlisle; Rev. E. G. Baker, Newport; Rev. O. G. Heck, York; Rev. F. 8S. Vought, York; Rev. H. M. Ash, Shrewsbury, all members of the Cen- tral Pennsylvania Methodist Conference, who had been selected as an investigating committee by Presiding Elder Yocum at the time Mr. Hartzell preferred his charges. These charges in brief are as follows: That Dr. Swallow, in a printed article, charged Mr. Hartzell with being a defeated candidate for superintendent of the Metho- dist Book Room; that he charged Mr. Hart- zell with aspiring to his place and laying wires to supplant him; that he charged Hartsell with inciting riot on the night President McKinley lay dying against Swallow and against his property,and that the expense of printing a review of Swal- low’s assailment of the President was paid for out of public money misappropriated by State officials. There were eleven charges in all, and the committee sustain- ed eight of them, the three others heing embodied in the sustained ones. The matter will now be taken to confer- ence at its meeting next spring, and until it is finally disposed of Dr. Swallow will be debarred from engaging in any minis- terial church functions. Czolgosz’'s Body Preserved. New York Chemist Says it May be Encased in Plaster of Paris. e ‘It is evidently possible that Czolgosz’s body is enclosed in a plaster of Paris cast,’’ said Prof. John F. Chandler, of the College of Physicians and Surgeons and of the Uni- versity of New York, discussing the sub- ject, recently. Plaster of Paris would result from the combination of the sulphuric acid and quicklime, but to have the effect of each of them as a solvent entirely it would be necessary that they should combine in ex- actly the right proportions. ‘“There is undoubtedly a large number of plaster of Paris surronnding Czolgosz’s body if he was buried in the manner des- cribed by the newspapers, but there was undoubtedly too much sulphuric acid or too much quicklime, probably the latter, to make a perfect chemical combination of the entire mass. There would be enough of either the quicklime or the sulphuric acid left over to dissolve the body in the course of time. In order to make a plaster of Paris cast it. would be necessary that there should be 98 parts of the acid to 56 parts of the lime; that is, if the acid were absolutely pure. ‘‘A carboy, as the papers reported was used, contains 150 pounds, which would not be sufficient to entirely neutralize the quantity of quicklime with which the body was covered. Quicklime would not, under any circumstances, dissolve the body in 24 hours, but there is undoubtedly enough of it left to do the desired work in the course of time.” A Thoughtfal Station Man. A Reading railroad conductor tell this story : ‘Up at Naning, a station not far from Reading, we have a flag station. No regn- lar agent is employed, as there is not busi- ness enough to pay. One of the business men is a sort of agent. Last week he was ill and sent a neighbor to the track. We don’t. stop there except on signal. We were going forty miles an hour, when the flag waved and we stopped. No one was in sight, except the old man with the | flag. K Where are your passengers ?’’ I asked. ‘I haven't got any,’ he replied. ‘“What did you flag us for ?”’ “I thought mebbe somebody wanted to get off here,’’ was his innocent answer.— Philadelphia Times. McGarry of “Dooley” Fame. Experienced as He Was He Once Became an Easy “Con.”’ Game Victim. James McGarry is dead in Chicago, where he had lived for many years. His chief claim to fame lies in the fact he was the man after whom Finley Peter Dunne fashioned his philosophical saloonkeeper— Martin Dooley—a character known the world over. Many stories that make good reading are told of McGarry. He was a hard man to entrap in anything like a confidence game. He was not particularly reticent of money, and it is probable there are five hundred men in Chicago to-day and some in New York, who owe him anywhere from $1 to $50 each that they borrowed. But he was ever alive to possible fraud.” On one occa- sion he became a victim. Frederick Up- ham Adams, author of “The Kidnapped Millionaires,”” and formerly of Chicago, is wise in weather matters, and his predic- tions are more esteemed than those of the official weather manufacturer in the Au- ditorium tower in Chicago. One day Adams and a confederate went down to McGarry’s place. The confederate was a Mr. Bernard, also n newspaper man. He remained outside the store. It was early in July. “This is a queer town, Jim,”’ remarked Adams in a cheerful tone. ‘‘Down town here it is warm and sunny. Over in Gar- field Park this morning, which is four miles away, there was an inch and a half of snow.’ ‘‘Adams,” said McGarry, solemnly, ‘‘ye’ve been buyin’ ye’er dhrinks on th’ Wist Side agin.” Ye’ll soon be a candy- date fer th’ funny house. I’ve warned ye agin’ it, Adams. minny times. I’ve told ve thim assassinators in Wist Madison street make their whisky from a hook. I hear there’sa man be the name av Fink over there who sells fifty-six galgons av whisky a day, an’ in the last fifteen years there hasn’t wan bar’l av booze gone into his house. When ye'er playing wid a string of spools at such times as they take the muffs aff ye’er mits, an’ whin ye'er clankin’ chains an’ sleepin’ on straw at Dunning, Adams, raymimber, av ye have sane intervals, that I warned ye,and warn- ed ye fair, Adams, there was no snow at Gar-r-iield Par-rk this mornin.’ *‘I tell you there was Jim. That is why I regard this climate as the most wonder- ful in the world.’’ ‘‘Adames, ye'er dippy, and I’m sorry for ye'er family this minyett. I should be callin’ the hoodle-hoodle wagon, instead of standin’ here gossipin’ wid ye, an’ attend- ing to ye’er insane maunderin’s as if ye had the power of consicative thought. There was no snow in Gar-r-field Par-rk this mornin.’ ”’ “Ill bet you $5 there was snow there, and leave it to the first man that comes in,’’ insisted Adams. ‘* Tis a sin to take ye’er money, but it may give ye’er thoughts a slue in the right direction, an’ I'll arbytrate th’ matter wid ye,’ said McGarry, placing a $5 note un- der a shell glass. Adams paid similar ob- servances to the etiquette of wagering, at the same time stamping loudly on the floor. It was the proper signal, and Bernard came in. : ‘Was there snow at Garfield Park to- day. or wasn't there ?’’ inquired Adams. *’Tis a bunco game!” groaned Mc- Garry at the same instant, for he recog- nized the new comer. ‘‘There was an inch and a half if there was a flake,”’ asserted Bernard, and as Adams took the $10 McGarry set out the bottle and said : “Drown therickyliction av ye’er crime, b’ys, in dbrink. To think that at the age av diserition, an’ wid my experience, I sh’d be a come-on at last.”’ Mother Tries Kidnapping. Attempts to Steal Her Own Child from Father-in- Law—Intercepted By Teachers. Mrs. Carrie Emerick, a handsome young woman from Washington, D. C., was ar- rested at Scranton recently charged with attempting the abducting of her own child, a pretty little girl of ten years. She was arrested on information made by her father- in-law, W. H. Emerick, in whose charge the child was left by mutual agreement of the parents when they had a falling out some time ago. Their differences are now the basis for di- vorce proceedings, which are under way in the district court at Washington, where the hushand, J. H. Emerick, holds a position in a department store. Mrs. Emerick came to Scranton on Mon- day, and, learning that the child was going to one of the public schools, went there at recess, and securing, the little girl, over- whelmed her with kisses, and then under- took to get her into a carriage and es- cape. Teachers saw. her movements and inter- cepted her, while the mother caused a pain- ful scene in pleading for possession of her child. The grandfather was informed, and he cansed the mother's arrest, claiming the child was legally in his keeping by reason of the court’s order. Alderman Kasson paroled the woman, until a hear- ing was held. The mother’s pleading that she was a stranger in Scranton, and with- out friends, touched the magistrate’s heart and he left her free on the promise to be present at the hearing. The sympathy of several prominent women of the city was enlisted in her bhe- half, and they will have able lawyers to look after her interests. The Emericks are prominent, and the young codple before their matrimonial differences moved in the better Washington society. His Signal Brought Death. Charles Finney, a Baltimore & Ohio raii- road brakeman, was ground to death un- der his own train at McKeesport, Friday morning. While the crew was doing some shifting in the Monongahela Furnace com- pany’s yard, Finney ran ahead, threw a switch and then signaled with his lantern for the train to back down. In stepping across the track his foot caught in a switch frog and he fell. The frog held him fast. The lantern fell less than a foot beyond his reach, still burn- ing. The man struggled to free himself and failing,endeavored to reach his lantern and stop the train, which ‘was slowly rumbling down on him, but over 100 feet away. The roar of the mills and the rum- ble of the train drowned his screams for help, and, as the result of the signal he himself had given, the train bore down up- on him and crushed him beneath the wheels. An O14 Horse. Probably the oldest horse in the State is owned by George Geigley, street commis- sioner of New Holland, Lancaster county. The highly prized animal is forty two years old and he bears the honored name of ‘‘Andy Curtin.”” Mr. Geigley is a veteran of the Civil War, and ‘‘Andy’’ was his faithful steed when in the cavalry service. Doctors Never Send Bills. In Sweden doctors never send bills to their patients, but trust entirely to their generosity. Each family has an attending physician, who expects them to pay him by the year for his service, according to their wealth and the amount of ,attention they have received. Ten dollars a year in our money is a good fee. One hundred dollars a year is princely, says a writer in the Chicago Record-Herald. At the beginning of the year you pat the amount in an envelope and send it to the doctor by a messenger with your card. He sends back his card with an acknowl- edgement of thanks and the compliments of the season. It is very bad form to talk about it, although grateful patients often write their physicians affectionate letters of gratitude for his devotion and the benefit he bas brought them. It isa good deal like the relation between a minister and his parishioners in other countries, and the annual contribution for the support of the doctor is just as voluntary as the eontribu- tion to the treasury of the church. If there is any reason why one should feel grateful to the doctor if you or your children have suffered a severe illness and he has pulled you through, he expects a present in addi- tion to the annual honorarium, just as you would send the minister a present after a marriage or a funeral or some other special occasion at which his services were requir- ed. The amount you pay depends upon your ability and the value of his services, bus it is a violation of the most sacred canon of professional etiquette for a doctor to ask compensation or question the amount he receives. He keeps no acconuts of his visits and no hooks. If a stranger or an ac- quaintance who does not contribute regu- larly makes one call or two upon the doc- tor and asks his advice or a prescription he leaves something on the table, but it would be equivalent to an insult if he should ask for a bill. When a person is very sick he is taken to a hospital. Sweden has some of the best hospitals in the woild. His own doctor looks after him there, assisted by the house physician and nurses, who expect fees, but the regular doctor gets none. He super- vises the treatment and acts as medical ad- viser to the house physician. The government pays subsidies to doc- tors in remote parts of the country, just as it pays the salaries of the ministers where the people are so poor that they cannot support a doctor and a parson. In fact, all clergymen of the established church are paid by the government and are govern- ment officials. The members of their parishes give them presents, something on the donation party order, because the salaries are small, and if there happen to be rich men in the parish it is the custom to send around a handsome present to the Diss wife or to himself on Christmas ay. Thiet Thwarted by Girl. Miss Dougherty Coolly Shot at Negro Burglar in her Uncle's Home. Instead of screaming or fainting at the sight of a negro thief in her unncle’s room, in their apartments at No. 108 Mechanic street, Newark, Miss Annie Dougherty de- manded what he was doing there, shot at him and then joined in a search for him after his escape. Miss Dougherty is nineteen years old, short, dark and pretty. Her uncle is Thomas Riley, whose business keeps him out each night until after midnight. She frequently reads until he returns, and cares for his aged mother, who is ill. Just before midnight on Monday she heard a noise in the hallway, and going out, saw a negro emerging from her uncle’s room with a new forty dollar overcoat he- longing to Mr. Riley. ‘What are you doing there?’’ she de- manded. ‘You keep quiet,’ was the retort, ‘‘or you’ll get all that’s coming to you.” Not at all frightened by the threat, the young woman ran into the nearest room, where she knew her uncle kept a revolver in the drawer of a desk. The negro was going to a side room and was fumbling with a latch when she returned with the weapon. He saw it and redoubled his ef- forts to get ont. Without hesitation Miss Dougherty pulled the trigger and the bullet whizzed by him as he sprang into an alleyway. She pulled the trigger several times more, but there was only one cham- ber loaded. After this Miss Dougherty ran into the street and told hurriedly of her experience to a policeman who had heard the pistol shot, and to one or two passersby. Half an hour’s search for the negro was made, but he was not found. He was described as young, well dressed, of medium size and had a moustache. When Miss Dougherty fired the shot at him the negro dropped her uncle’s overcoat, and an examination of the house showed that he had stolen nothing. Why Milk Becomes Sour. Different Causes that Frequently Produce Change In Its Elements. It is well known that sweet milk will turn suddenly sour during a thunderstorm and the fact is recognized that lightning is the cause of the change. Few, however,’ understand why this phenomenon occurs. It is not always the lightning that causes it, for the heat before the storm is often great enough to make the milk ferment. And lightning can and sometimes does make milk turn sour by its action on the air. Air, as everybody knows, is composed of two gases—oxygen and nitrogen—but these gases are mixed together, not com- bined. Lightning, however, makes the gases combine in the air through which it passes,and this combination produces nitric acid, some of which mixes the milk and turns it sour. ! Perhaps it might be well to explain the chemical difference between mixing and combining. When different ingredients are put together without their undergoing chemical change they are mixed as, for ex- ample, grains of sands of various colors may be mixed in a bottle. But when the property of each ingredient is altered by the union there is a combination, as for ex- ample, water poured on quicklime, which combines with it, so that the property of each is altered. Thus it is that lightning makes the oxy- gen and nitrogen of the air combine and the result is no longer air but nitric acid and four other nitrous poisons. Victory Has its Drawbacks. “You are certainly. elected !’’ his friends cried. : ‘“Yes,’’ said the successful candidate, and he gritted his teeth hard. : “What's the matter?’’ they demanded in surprise. “Do you not feel sure of your victory 2”? 1 ' ‘Yes, but I am also sure that a band will come to serenade me.
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