6
WE TWO.
Wo two make home of any place we go;
We two tind joy tr. any kind of weather;
Or if the earth Is clothed in bloom or snow.
If summer days invite, or bleak winds
blow,
What matters it, if we two are together?
We two, we two, we make our world, our
weather.
We two make banquets of the plainest
fare;
In every eup we find the thrill of pleas
ure;
We hide with wreaths the furrowed brow
of care,
And win to smiles the set lips of despair.
For us life always moves with lilting
measure;
We two, we two, we make our joy, our
pleasure.
We two llnd youth renewed with every
dawn;
Each day holds something of an unknown
glory.
We waste no thought on grief or pleasure
gone;
Tricked out like hope, time leads us on
and on,
And thrums upon his harp new song or
story,
We two, we two, we find the paths of
glory.
We two make Heaven here on this little
earth;
We do not need to wait for realms eter
nal.
We know the use of tears, know sorrow's
worth.
And pain for 11s is always love's rebirth.
Our paths lead closely by the paths su
pernal ;
We two, we two. we live in love eternal.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox, in Century.
| THE STURGIS WAGER ♦:
y A DETECTIVE STORY.
£ S
♦ By EDGAR MOHETTE. *•
Copyright, 18W, by Frederick A. Stokes Co.
9 '*£.-•> 'i'rß "±L, 0!
CHAPTER IX.
THE KNICKERBOCKER BANK.
Richard Dunlap was a man who had
ni'Ver missed a train nor been late in
keeping an appointment. On the
morning following Sprague's dinner
party, he walked briskly down Broad
way from City Hall. It was New
Year's day; the great thoroughfare
was deserted. As he turned into
Wall street, the hands of the clock
in Trinity steeple pointed to three
minutes of nine. The financier pulled
out his chronometer, found that the
clock in th e old belfry was right,
and quickened his pace.
Wall street slumbered peacefully
and silently, like a battlefield after
the roar of the cannon lias been
bushed, after the victors and the van
quished have disappeared, leaving be
hind them only the ghosts of the
slain. The deathlike stillness was op
pressive.
4t last, as Dunlap reached the
Knickerbocker bank, the clock in the
belfry struck the hour. The reporter
was not there. The banker uttered
an ejaculation of annoyance. He
looked up and down the street. There
was 110 one n sight. He resolved to
give Sturgis five minutes' grace, and
began to pace back and forth before
he entrance to the bank. Then a
thought struck him. There was an
other entrance on Exchange place—
that generally used by the employes
and officers. Perhaps the reporter
was waiting there. Dunlap walked
around to Exchange place and glanced
up the street, lie saw a man stand
ing in the gutter and bending low
over the curb. Dunlap advanced to
obtain a front view of him and rec
ognized Sturgis. The reporter had
not noticed his approach; he held a
magnifying glass in Tils hand and
seemed deeply interested in a minute
examination of the smooth-worn curb.
"Good morning, Mr. Sturgis," said
the banker, "have you lost some
thing?"
The reporter looked up quietly.
"No, Mr. Dunlap; 1 have found some
thing—something which may possibly
prove to be a hyphen."
"A what?" asked the banker, per
plexed.
"A hyphen connecting two parts of
a very pretty puzzle."
Dunlap stared curiously at the curb.
"I can see nothing there," said lie.
Sturgis handed him the magnifying
glass.
"Now look again."
He pointed out a particular portion
of the curb. Dunlap looked in the di
rection indicated.
"1 see what looks like dried mud,
dust particles, and a little dark spot
or stain."
•'Yes," said Sturgis, "thai dark spot
is the hyphen. There were probably
others like it on the sidewalk yester
day afternoon, but they have been ob
literated by the pedestrians. Here,
however, are some that have re
mained."
As he spoke, he led Dunlap to the
Exchange place entrance of the bank,
and pointed out a number of similar
spots on the stone steps.
"Fortunately," he said, as if speak
ing to himself, "fortunately the de
tectives entered through the front door
last night so that they did not inter
fere with this portion of the trail."
"But what are these spots?" asked
the banker.
"They are blood-stains," replied tlis
reporter. "1 have every reason to be
lieve them to be human blood. But
that question 1 can settle positively as
soon as we are in the bank, for 1 have
brought a powerful microscope. Let
us enter now, if you lifire; 1 have seen
all there is to be seen outside. By the
way, do you know this key?"
lie held up a large steel key of com
plicated structure.
"Why," exclaimed Dunlap. surprised,
"that looks like the key to the Ex
change place door. Where did you
fold it?"
"In the gutter, near the sewer open
ing at the corner."
"But how did it get there?" asked
Dunlap. anxiously.
"Perhaps I shall be able to answer
that question presently," said Sturgis.
"Shall we go in now? No, not that
way. Let us enter by the Wall street
side, if you please."
A couple of minutes later the outer
door of the Knickerbocker bunk was
unlocked.
"Excuse me if I pass in first," said
Sturgis, entering. "I wis-h to see
something here."
lie bent low over the tiled entrance,
with the magnifying glass in his hand.
"It. is too bad," he muttered to him
self presently. "They have trodden
all over the trail here. Ah! what is
this?"
"What?" inquired Dunlap.
The reporter vouchsafed 110 reply to
this question, but asked another.
"Is Thursday a general cleaning
day at the bank?"
"Yes," answered the banker.
"Every evening, after the closing
hour, the floors are swept, of course,
and the desks are dusted; bu* Mon
days and Thursdays are reserved for
washing the windows, scrubbing the
floors, and so forth."
"Then it is lucky that yesterday
was Thursday," observed Sturgis.
"Will you please hand me the key to
this gate, and that to the inner door."
Upon entering the bank Sturgis re
quested his companion to seat him
self on a particular chair, which he
designated, lie then began a critical
examination of the premises. Inch by
inch he scrutinized the walls, the floor,
and even the ceiling; sometimes with
the naked eye, sometimes through the
magnifying glass. lie also constantly
brought into play a tape measure; and
several times he called upon Dunlap
for assistance, when the distances to
be measured were longer than his
reach.
The Wall street entrance of the
Knickerbocker bank led- directly into
the space to which the public was ad
mitted. This space was partitioned off,
as usual, from the bookkeepers' and
cashier's deprntments. At the farther
end a door led to a reception room com
municating with the president's ofliee.
This office itself opened into the cash
ier's department on one side, and on
the other into a small room occupied
by the president's secretary and type
writer, and into the vestibule of the
Exchange place entrance to the bank.
On the right of the vestibule was a large
room in which the bank employes kept
their street clothing, and to which they
eould retire when they were off duty.
A door from the clerks' room led into
the cashier's department, while anoth
er one opened into the private secre
tary's room.
After he had finished his inspection
of the space open to the public, Stur
gis, followed by Dunlap, passed into
the president's reception room, and
thence in turn into the other rooms,
and finally into the cashier's and book
keepers' departments.
Several times he stopped, retraced
his footsteps to some particular point
and then began his search anew. At
times he crawled about on his hands
and knees; at others he climbed upon
the furniture, the better to examine
some spot upon the wall. In the presi
dent's otlice he stopped to pick up a
great number of tiny scraps of paper
which lay in and around the waste
basket. These he carefully placed ill
an envelope, which he laid upon the
president's table.
On one side of the room there stood
a magnificent old-fashioned carved
mantelpiece. The artistic beauty of
the structure did not seem to strike
Sturgis, but he appeared to derive a
great deal of satisfaction from an in
spection of the large tiled hearth. Pres
ently, removing his coat and his cuffs,
he plunged his hand into the grimy
chimney and removed a handful of
soot, which lie examined carefully and
then threw away. He repeated the op
eration again and again, until at last,
with evident satisfaction, he picked out
a small object, which he deposited in
an envelope. Then, after washing his
hands in the clerks' room, he passed in
to the cashier's department. In a cor
ner stood the telephone closet, the door
of which was open. The receiver of the
instrument was down. The reporter
took it up and gazed at it long and ear
nestly.
Sturgis' examination of the bank
must have lasted over two hours. At
first Richard Dunlap looked on with a
mild curiosity, in which amusement
struggled with good-natured skepti
cism. But as time wore 011 the banker
began to show signs of impatience,
and when at last Sturgis returned to
the private office and carefully depos
ited upon a sheet of white paper a mis
cellaneous assortment of tiny scraps
and shreds, the banker could scarcely
conceal his dissatisfaction.
"Well, Air. Sturgis," he said, "I hope
you have nearly completed your inves
tigation; for my leisure is not so abun
dant that I can afford to waste it like
this."
"I need one more witness at least,"
replied the reporter, "and I am afraid
I shall have to ask you to help me ob
tain it.
"lint," lie quickly added, as he noted
Dunlap's impatient gesture, "I think I
can promise you that the time you are
regretting has not been wasted."
The financier did not seem convinced
by this assertion; but lie nevertheless
consented with an unwilling grace to
assist the reporter to the best of hi»
ability.
"Well, then." said Sturgis. "tell me.
first of all, whether you keep firearms
in the bank."
"Yes," replied Dunlap; "the cashier
has a small revolver which he keeps in
his- desk as a means of defense in ease
of a sudden attack by a bank thief."
"Have you the key to the desk?"
"Yes," replied the banker.
"Will you kindly see if the revolver
you mention is in its place?"
"It ought to be," said Dunlap. pick
ing - out the key on a bunch which hu
took from his pocket, and walking to
wards the cashier's department with
Sturgis at his heels.
"Yes. here it is in its accustomed
place."
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 1900.
He handed it to the reporter, who ex
amined it attentively.
"Exactly," said Sturgis. with satis
faction; "this is what I was looking'
for."
"What do you mean?" asked Dunlap.
"I mean that this is the revolver
which was fired twice last night in the
Knickerbocker bank. See for yourself;
two of the cartridges are empty, and
the weapon has not been cleaned since
these shots were fired."
"But who can have fired the pistol,
and at whom was it fired, and why?"
"Hold on! hold on!" exclaimed Stur
gis. smiling", "one thing at a time. We
shall perhaps eome to that soon. For
the present, if you will come back to
your private otliee, I shall endeavor to
piece together the scraps of evidence
which I have been able to collect.
There, sit down in your own armchiar,
if you will, while 1 fit these bits of pa
per together; and in less than ten
minutes I shall probably be ready to
proceed with my story."
Dunlap was still nervous and impa
tient; but all trace of amusement and
skepticism had vanished from his face,
as he took the proffered armchair and
watched Sturgis patiently piece to
gether the tiny fragments of paper he
had so carefully gathered. Whan this
work was accomplished, the reporter
went to the typewriter and wrote a few
lines on a sheet of paper. He next pro
ceeded to examine under the micro
scope the minute fragments and parti
cles which he had collected in his
search.
When he hod finished this operation,
he leaned back in his chair and looked
up into space for what seemed to Dun
lap ail interminable length of time.
Then at last he glanced at the banker,
who could hardly contain his growing
impatience.
"I am ready togo on now," said
Sturgis, reaching for a sheet of paper,
upon which he began to draw with
ruler and pencil.
"At last!" sighed the banker.
"Yes; but my first, as the charades
say, is a question."
"Another!" gasped Dunlap; "when is
my turn to come?"
"Just a few more," replied Sturgis;
"and then your turn will come for
good."
"Well, out with your questions then,
if you must," said Dunlap, seating him
self resignedly in his chair.
CHAPTER X.
PIECING THE EVIDENCE.
Sturgis was still busy with his dia
gram. He spoke without looking up
from hia work.
"Who besides yourself has a key to
the drawer in which this revolver is
kept ?"
"The cashier has one and the head'
bookkeeper has another."
"You mean the bookkeeper who sits
at the desk at the extreme right in the
bookkeepers' department?"
"Yes." replied Dunlap, "that is Mr.
Arbogast's desk. Do you know him?"
"No. What did you say the gentle
man's name is?" The reporter looked
up and prepared to make a note of it.
"John W. Arbogast."
"A man something over 50 years of
age. quite bald, with a fringe of gray
hair; wears a heavy mustache and side j
whiskers; and had on yesterday after
noon. when you last saw him, a pepper
and-salt business suit," said Sturgis,
writing dowu the name in his note
book.
Dunlap stared at the reporter in
amazement. Sturgis smiled slightly.
"1 met the gentleman yesterday aft
ernoon." he explained.
"Oh. that accounts for it!" exclaimed
the banker. "I see—but —but, then,
how comes it that you did not know his
name?"
"He did not tell me his name," said
Sturgis, gravely, "and I did not know
until just now that he was employed in
the Knickerbocker bank. How long
has he been with you?"
"Nearly 20 years; but only for the
last five years as head bookkeeper."
"I suppose you have every confidence
in his honesty?" asked the reporter,
looking critically at the diagram be
fore him.
"Of course. Such a position is not
given to a man unless his record is ex
cellent."
"And yet," observed the reporter, re
flectively, "opportunity sometimes
makes the thief."
"True; but the duty of a bank presi
dent is to reduce such opportunities
to a minimum," said Dunlap, somewhat
pompously.
"Quite so," assented Sturgis, "and
this you accomplish by—"
"By having the books examined pe
riodically," answered the banker, rub
bing his hands together with calm sat
isfaction.
"1 see," said the reporter, who had
now finished his sketch. "Do the em
ployes of the bank know when an exam
ination of this kind is to be made?"
"They do not even know that, such
examinations are made. No one but
the accountant and myself are in the
secret; for the overhauling of the books
ia done entirely at night, after the bauk
is closed."
"Have the books been recently ex
amined?" asked Sturgis, carelessly.
"Yes; only last week."
"Well?"
"They were found to be all right, as
usual."
"May I ask by whom?"
"By Murray & Scott, the expert ac
countants."
"Was the examination conducted by
Mr. Murray or by Mr. Scott?"
"By neither. For many years the
work was done by one or the other of
the members of the firm; but since
their business lias grown to its present
proportions Messrs. Murray and Scott
are no longer aide to give personal atten
tion to their customers. For the last
two years they have sent us a trusted
employe, Mr. Chatham —Thomas Chat
ham."
"Yes," said Sturgis, who was appar
ently wool-gutherinj.
A silence of several minutes followed,
during which the reporter thouglr
fully inspected liis collection of micro
scopic odds and ends, while Dunlap
beat the devil's tattoo upon the desk.
Presently the reporter spoke again:
"Do you know a young man, about
five feet eight inches tall, with fiery red
hair, who affects somewhat loud
clothes?"
"Why. that is Thomas Chatham. You
know him, then?"
"I? No; 1 never heard of him be
fore."
"Then, how on earth do you
know—?"
"He has been here recently."
"Yes; I told you he had been here last
week; but—"
"No; I mean he was here yesterday
afternoon," interrupted the reporter.
"Not to my knowledge," said Dunlap,
incredulously,
"I thougto as much." Sturgis replied,
quietly; "but he was here, for all that."
The banker looked perplexed.
"Now, another thing," continued
Sturgis. "I notice in the bookkeepers'
department an announcement to the
effect that on January 2—that is to
say, to-morrow—a new system of book
keeping will be adopted. Would this
be such as to bring to light any ir
regularities that might exist in the
books?"
"Yes; it involves the transfer of each
bookkeeper every month to a different
set of books. But I fail to see the drift
of your questions."
"You will see it presently. Have you
examined the safes this morning?"
"Yes; one of the first things I did,
after you allowed me to move at all,
was to examine the cash safe."
"Ah, yes; the cash safe. And you
found its contents intact?"
"Perfectly," said the banker, tri
umphantly.
"But there is also a safe in the book
keepers' department."
"It contains nothing but the books,
which of course would have no value
to anyone but ourselves."
"You have not examined this safe?"
"Why, no; I—"
"If you have no objection, I should
like to see the interior of that safe. I
suppose, of course, you know the com
bination of that as well as that of the
cash safe?"
"Oh, yes; the combinations are
changed every Saturday, and of course
I am always informed of the new com
bination."
"Then may I examine the bookkeep
ers' safe?"
"I see no objection to your doing so, if
you like."
Dunlap seemed surprised at the re
porter's request; but he rose and pro
ceeded to the bookkeepers' department.
Sturgis followed an instant later.
[To Bu Continued ]
A DANGEROUS MOMENT.
The Nerve-Slinking; Ordeal Wiilcn
Once Confronted u Noted
lli MII op.
One need not be a soldier to stand
in need of courage. A clergyman may
find himself confronted with as nerve
shaking an ordeal as those more gen
erally expected by the man of war.
in his retrospect of"The Lights and
Shadows of a Long Episcopate,"
Bishop Whipple tells of a moment
when he found it extremely necessary
that his courage should not fail him:
The bishop was about to preach in
one of the cathedrals, when there en
tered a divinity student whose brain
had become deranged by overmuch
study. He went forward, as if to sit
with the others.
"On reaching the chancel, however,"
says the bishop, "he stopped, and,
taking a revolver from his pocket,
pointed it at me. I felt what was
coming before the revolver appeared,
and knowing that the young man was
short-sighted, and that he would
probably wait until sure of his aim, I
walked with quick, long strides
through the chancel, which is very
deep, grateful that I had been an ath
lete in younger days.
"At the chancel steps I made a leap,
seized the young man by the collar,
and turned him sharply round with
my knee at his back, while I said to
the congregation: 'Will some one
take charge of this man? He is in
sane.'
"It all happened so quickly that no
one moved till then. The poor fellow
was led out and the service went on.
It was found that the pistol had a
hair trigger, and that all the cham
bers were loaded, making it a marvel
that no tragedy had occurred."
I'llrewnrded Ol»edit-nee.
"Why were you discharged from
your last, position?"
"it was this way. The governor
said it was time to take stock, and I
took all I could. Then we went back
on me and threatened to have me
locked up for stealing; so I left."—
Tit-Bits.
Mnkln*? It I£a.*y.
"You have saved my estate," said the
client, gratefully. "Now, what can I
do to recompense you?"
"Well, I will make it easy for you,"
replied the lawyer. "You can pay me
in installments. 1 am willing to take
the estate as the first installment."—
Town Topics.
Well Qualified.
Dobbs—Did you see about that bag
gageman who claims to have discov
ered a sure cure for influenza?
Bobbs—He ought to know how to
check tlii! grip.—Baltimore American.
I) nil lit ful Imitation.
"That's imitation coffee you're
drinking. Never guessed it, did you? - *
"No. I thought it was tea." —Cleve-
land Plain Dealer.
Snereil Only In Nnme.
"What's a sacred concert, pa?"
"A variety show that ts allowable
only on Sundays."—Town Topics.
SAILOR IS POPULAR
Dog on a Maine Lighthouse Sa
lutes Passing Vessels.
niiiKH ll>c Slnllun Hell Lively When
ever it Mall or Funnel Appear*—
Hi* Muster IN Very I'rouil «(
llis < ll nine AMaixtant.
"Sailor" is the name of a wise dog
wiio lives on Wood island, off Bidde
ford Pool, Me. His master is Thomai
11. Orcutt, keeper of the Uood island
lighthouse.
Having passed most of his nine
years of life on rocky Wood island,
where the waves beat ceaselessly or
the granite shore, and the passing o!
vessels up and down the coast is the
chief thing to break the monotony ol
life, "Sailor'' naturally takes a great
interest in nautical matters.
Earlyin Life, when but a two-months'
old puppy, he was brought to the is
land from Woodbury Bros.' milk farir
in West brook, Me. He was not a sail
or then, for his family were farmers,
being Scotch collies and sheep dogs.
But "'Sailor" was not long in learn
ing the ways of the sea. He took a
deep interest in whatever his mastei
did, and followed him around the
light station wherever he went. 11«
noticed, among other things, that his
master often pulled a rope that made
a bell ring.
The bell was a great heavy one, used
to warn vessels in a fog, and to salute
them in fair weather. It stood out
side the lighthouse, a few feet above
a wooden platform, and the rope at
tached to its tongue came down so
near the platform that "Sailor" could
easily reach it.
One day Sailor thought he would
have a try- at ringing the bell. He
seized the rope in his mouth and
pulled. The bell rang clear and loud
Sailor was delighted. He wagged his
bushy tail vigorously, and pulled
again.
Sailor after a time noticed that the
ringing of the bell marked the pass
ing of a vessel or steamer. His note ol
this fact resulted in his trying an ex
periment. When he saw the next ves-
SAILOR SALUTES A VESSEL.
(Yankee Dog That Takes a Deep Interest
in Nautical Things.)
coming he anticipated his mastei
in ringing the bell.
As the years have passed Sailor has
kept on ringing salutes to passing
vessels and steamers. Indeed, he feels
hurt if not permitted to give the cus
tomary salute to passing craft, while
skippers whose course takes them
often past Wood island are aecus»
tomed to see Sailor tugging vigorous
ly at the great bell tongue.
They reply with a will on theii
ship's bell or horn, and in case oi
steamers a hearty triple blast is sen!
back to the canine watcher of Wood
island, who gives a new meaning tc
the good old sea term of "dog watch."
"Sailor" is his master's constant
companion, and delights in being
made his messenger, especially at din
ner time, w hen he will come bounding
from the kitchen to announce that
the meal is ready. lie will also carry
letters, papers or small articles in hia
mouth.
lie understands all that is said to
him. and although a sailor dog by
adoption, his breeding comes to the
fore when some one says"the sheep
are in the field."
This is a signal to Sailor to quit
sailorizing and light keeping, and get
to more serious work, lie starts u]t
in a great hurry, rushes to the door,
and wants to be off in an instant, as
if the surrounding rocks and waters
were covered with flocks of stupid
sheep, bound to break into some imag
inary field of grass or grain.
In his daily life in the household ol
the lightkeeper Sailor is most m-self
isih in sharing his perquisites. He has
two large cats for companions, and ia
considerate of them, allowing them to
eat from the same dish that he does,
and often lying down with them for
a quiet little nap, when his duties do
not call him to the bell.
"Sailor" does not share the propen
sity of most sailors for roaming. He
loves to stay near the lighthouse, and
seldom goes away from Wood island,
though he might often make trips to
the mainland with his master. His
chief aim in life is to see that every
thing goes well at the light, and that
passing vessels are properly saluted.
Although reared beside the sea,
"Sailor" has no taste for sport. He
will not follow a gunner. In fact, he
is afraid ol a gun. The report of one
makes him uncomfortable. Thunder
also has terrors for him. and he lies
very low during a shower.
"Sailor" may be said to have passed
the prime of life, but he is still at the
height of his vigor and is in fine con
dition. He weighs (if) pounds. His
color is black, marked with tan. and
he has a white spot on his breast.
"Sailor" has had his picture taken
in the act of ringing the bell. Mr. Jos
eph VT. Smith, Jr., of Andover, Mass.,
having "snapped" him. The picture
was recently published in a London
magazine.
NANCY HANKS LINCOLN.
Orav<* of flic* President** Mother km
lutlliton lo Be .>larkc«l with u
Tasteful Monument.
After many years of neglect. the
grave of Xancy Hanks Lincoln, mother
of Abraham Lincoln. in Spencer coun
ty, Ind., is to be marked with a monu
ment. The Xa ncv Hanks Lincoln Mon
ument association purchased lii acres
of ground surrounding- the grave, arid
Col. ,J. S. Culver. of Spring-field, ill.,
offered to build the monument free of
expense to the association if the lat
ter would improve the grounds. Col.
Culver's proposition was accepted, and
Thompson Stickle, of Springfield, de
signed a monument, which has been
accepted without modification.
Col. Culver made the stipulation that
much granite as possible from the
-
LINCOLN'S MOTHER'S GRAVE.
(It Is to Be Marked with a Neat and Salt
able Monijnient.)
national Lincoln monument in Spring
field be used for the work, and that
the stone used in the temporary re
ceiving vault, w here the body of Abra
ham Lincoln now rests, be adopted for
the foundation of this monument, and
the sarcophagus for the mother will
therefore contain material that formed
a part of Abraham Lincoln's monu
ment before it was reconstructed.
The design calls for a lower base or
footing course to rest on a solid founda
tion, then a massive rock-faced base,
the brackets forming the support f-or
the die to cut solid on this block.
The die block is to be finished in rock
faced effect, and its face is to be hand
somely carved in bas-relief. As the
scroll of time in the design unrolls it
reveals the name: "Xancj- Hanks Lin
coln," and added to this is the simple
inscription: "Mother of Abraham Lin
coln." The ivy, representing affection,
and the branch of oak. symbolizing no
bility. are grouped around the name in
harmonious effect.
SUFFRAGE IS LIMITED.
Alnhfimn .loin* Other Sonthern
in Getting Hid of the Knlk of
ItM Xenro Vote.
The most important, feature of the
recent state election in Alabama was
the victory for the limitation of the
suffrage. This issue was practically
the only one prominent in the cam
paign, and little or no fight was
made against it, the democrats win
ning by about 75,(XK> plurality and
electing William J. San ford, their
candidate for governor, and almost
a unanimous democratic legislature.
This victory, says the New Orleans
Times-Democrat (de-m.), "means ths
WILLIAM J SANP'ORD.
(Governor-Elect ot' the State 9t' Alabama.)
early assembling of a constitutional
convention that will put Alabama in
lino with its sister states of Missis
sippi, Louisiana and the two Carolinas
by getting rid of the bulk of its ne
gro vote." The last Alabama legisla
ture voted for such a convention, but
(lov. Johnston called the legislature
together again and induced it to re
scind its action. This time, however,
it is believed that the plan will go
through.
Wclister'A Ht'Uil.
The members of the Old Schoolboys'
association, of liostou. Wid lots of fun
at their late annual outing here trying
011 the ancient hat that was once worn
by Daniel Webster, and which is now
the property of the Atlantic hous«-, and
a valued possession. The old. hat, says
a Xantasket ISeach (Mass.) correspond
ent of the Philadelphia North Ameri
can, is a beaver, and so well was it
made that it is even now, after the
lapse of many years, in good condition.
The old schoolboys, most of whom ara
on the shady side of 50 years, oassed
the hat along trying to find one who
could wear it above his ears, and only
one could do so, Capt. John S. Darnell,
Boston's inspector of buildings. He
had the only head of the party that
would keep the head above the ears.
The hat in those days would be called
a Xo. 9 at least.
Tl»e Lons: nnd the Short.
The differcn.ce between the -tallest
and shortest races in the world is one
foot four and one-half inches, and the
average height i» five feet five
half iaches.