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.