TANTALUS—TEXAS. ‘If I may trust your love.” she oriad, “And you would have me for a bride. Ride over yonder plain, and b ing Your flask full from the Mustang spring; Fly, fast as over eagle's wing 0'er the Llano Estacado!” Ye heard, and bowed without a word, His gallant steed, he lightly spurred ; Ho turned his face, and rode away Toward the grave of dying day, And vanished with its parting ray On the Llano Estacado. Night came and foun! him riding on, Day came, and still ha rode alone ; He spared not spur, he drew not rein Across that broad uvchanging plain ‘Till he the Must ng spring might gain On the Llano Estacado, A little 10st, a lit le draught Hot from his hand, and quick’y quaffed ; Hi« flask was filled, and then he turned Once more his speed the maguay spurned, Once more the sky above him burned, On the Llano Estacado, How hot the quivering landscape glowed! His brain s. em: d boiling as he rode; Was it a dream, a dennken one, Or was he really riding on? Was that a skull that gleamed and shome On the Llano Estac.do? : “Brave stoed of min=, brave steed!” he cried, ‘So often tine, so often tri d, Bear up a little longer yot ! ” His month was black with blood and sweat, Heaven! 1 ow he longed his lips to wet On the Llavo Estacado! And still, within his breast, he hold The pre i us flask so Iately filled. Oh, for a drink! But well he koew If ampty it »honld meet her view, Her scorn; but still his louging grew On the Llano Esticado. His horsas went down. He wandered on, Giddy, blind, beaten and alone. While on a cushions=d conch you lie, Oh, think howhard itis tod e Beneath the cruel, cloudless sky, Oa the Llano Estacado. At last he taggered, stumbled, fell, His day had come, he knew full well, Andraisingto his lips the flask, The end, the o ject of his task, Drank to her, more she could not ask, AL! the Liano Estacado! That night in the Presidio Beneath the torch ights’ wavy gle ww She dsuced, and never thought of him, The vic im of a woman's whim, Lying, with face upturved and grin; On the L'ano Estacado {Joaquin Miller. THE TIGERS BREATH. BY HENRY WwW. FRENCH. “Why do you put me up in a tree, Oomerkahn, while the barra saheb stands on the grounii Do you think me a a coward?" Oomerkahn touched his closed hands solemnly to his dark forehead as he re. plied, “The bravest man, saheb, is not safe to face the tiger, till he has fe't the tiger's breath.” I had heard that proverb before, but never supposed that it really meant any more than my own nursery rhyme about salt on the dickey bird's tail. There | was no help for it, however, for Oomer. | kahn was conducting the bunt. so [ ac~ | cepted his proverb as a polite way of | assuring me that in reality he did not! consider me a8 coward, and disposed of | myself upon the branch where he di- rected, mentally resolving to be on the | alert till I showed the stately Hindu his | mistake, and then gave him a piece of | my offended mind. | This was my first experience, and I| felt as brave as anyone has a right to under such circumstances, 1 was a| novice in India and my host, the “barra | i sabeb,” as he was called about his plan- | tation, had taken me into the hills for an initiation, No sooner had we arrived at his plan- tation than there came an appeal from | the nearest village that he rid them of a man-eating tiger that had settled in their neighborhood. Oomerkahn was the native superintendent of my host's farm and at once received his orders to organize a hunt There were several guests, all well mounted, and early in the morning we rode out to the village. The tiger had been located in a jungle two miles away, He had made an extraordinary raid the | night before, taking both a man and a calf before he was satisfied, and there | was no doubt about finding him en- sconced in his lair, sleeping off the effects Oomerkahn arranged us, first in a half- | circle, 200 yards from the jungle, while | he, at the head of a hundred or more natives, entered the dense grove from the opposite side. They were the beaters, and with sticks and torches and tom-toms and s rong lungs they began the greatest racket possible. They were arranged in a long line and worked their way toward us, intent on frightening the tiger out of the jungle into our semi circle, where, according to the position in which he appeared, we were to have our turns at! shooting, it was an hour of intense excitement, each hoping the tiger would show him- self in his particular division, but the beaters came out without finding bim at all. They were thoroughiy exhausted and declared that the tiger was not there, ** But I tell you that be is!” exclaimed our host, impatiently. ‘No tiger ever started on a pilgimage after such a sup- per as he had last night,” He dismounted, and leaving his horse with a coolie he deliberately entered the ungle on foot. Seeing this, we all fol wed his example, in spite of a caution from Oomerkahe. The barra saheb was an experienced tiger hunter, and in balf an hour he pointed to a dark spot under some bushes, . saying to a coolie, *' Throw a stone in there.” The stone disappeared without strik- anything. . 's 8 hole there at all events,” the barra saheb muttered, himself oreep- ing a litle nearer and throwing in a larger stone with al! his strength. Suddenly the air began to tremble, There was no distinct sound, but it was like the first breath of a great organ, “He is there,” said the barra saheb, and it was then that Oomerkahn hastily Placed his forces, which resulted in my eing safely lodged on the limb, with what I considered a doubtful compli ment, Then the order was given to burn him out, and while Oomerkahn and one or two coolies built a fire as close to the mouth of the cave as possible, the barra saheb took a position beside the trunk of a tree directly in front and perhaps ten feet away. The jungle was so thick that not a ray of sunlight fell anywhere about us, It was like twilight, and the fire lit it up with a frighttul, ghostly glare, while on every side sounded the cries of frightened birds and animals. As soon as the fire was burning well the coolies crept away, while Oomerkahn caught some of the blazing sticks, threw them directly into the mouth of the cave and sprang back. lle was nome too quick. I saw the barra sahebl’s rifle leap to his shoulder. His acute ear had caught a change in those deep, rumb- ling notes to which we were becoming accustomed. In his haste the Hindu had stumbled and fallen upon his back. The next in- stant the very ground seemed to shake as the air had trembled before. There was a terrific crash, like a sharp peal of thunder. A huge form burst from the shubbery half concealing the entrance to the cave and a royal Bengal tiger was literally gliding through the air. He swept like a dark cloud over the darting flames and prostrate form of Qomerkahn. His huge fore paws were extended. eyes were shut. His great which had so recently crushed jaws, wide open, His long, savage teeth over it. He was pot leaping toward me. could not by any possibility reach me, yet the sound of that roar and the sight flames filled me with such terror as | never felt before. It caught my breath away, My heart stood still. my rifle, utterly helpless, No. 1 was not to be trusted to face a tiger. There was no doubt of that. standing calmly by the tree. 1 saw the flash and heard the report of his rifle as the ferocious beast came abreast of him. I saw Lim lean behind the tree as he fired, and the next next wild yell, the tiger struck the ground not five feet from where the barra saheb For a moment it lay coiled where it fell, a great mass of fur, then its full length, shuddered and Dven then I trembled from head to ciimbed down from the tree, I did my best to be markedly civil to rest of the day, and quietly mule up my miod that it would take more than feeling a tiger's breath to make me safe to face a tiger It is strange how easy it is to leap but I had an opportunity to discover snother mistake a short time afterward Mounted on elephants, my friend and I were making a trip into the interior toward my destination The weather morning and just before dark motion of the elephant, when | was sud. denly roused by a shrill shriek from the a sharp ejaculation from the maboot sit. ting on his head and a loud cry from my friend, who was was a tiger in midair, apparently fying directly toward me. Altogether the situation was thorough ly bewildering, and I confess that from the start my wits forsook me. Thanks to the sudden lurch of the ele express par- pose, the tiger missed his aim, and in- into the thick hide. Foran instant he hung there with at me, ‘* Aim for his breast. Shoot steady and sure. Don’t miss him for your life.” One who has never faced a tiger will think though I have met many old have recounted the same experience at the start—yet, had it not from my As it was, I lifted it mechanically to my shoulder. I did not trouble myself about the aim, for I could not take my eyes from that savage face. | was thoroughly benumbed and bewildered. My hand strength enough to pull, The moment the report sounded the mahoot turned the elephant sharply to one side. That is one of the common phants, when the tiger is lodged, in order to throw him off before he can do any damage in case be is not instantly killed, It was new to me, however, and I was not prepared for it. As the tiger fell to the ground, with a fierce howl, 1 camo within an inch of following him. Fortunately, I landed upon the very edge of the howdah and held on. The next I knew my friend was shout. ing again, “Look out for him!" he cried. “He's only wounded. He'll spring! Load quick and finish him the minute he lands!” So long as I was not Sacing the tiger I could move quickly enough. A fres cartridge was in place in no time; but the aléphant had not gone twenty feet when the tiger lunged, tore the earth for an instant, precisely as | have seen a cat attempt to tear a rug, then made two cat- like and another flying leap, landing, in spite of the elephant, withia six inches of the mahoot, sitting upon his head. he} native lost hs uthanhang oly sea ag trampled upon by dippin down the elephant's trunk. Beyon a PRS that, however, the tiger did not pay him the slightest attention. His eo cs were fixed on me. He wus makisz for the howdah. His red and quivering gullet and gia. tening teeth were already on a level with my feet, [I stood there petrified, looking down into that yawning cavern out of which the hoarse breath came iu short, harsh gasps. ‘i GGive it to him! Give it to him! my friend shouted. I heard his words ns though they came from a phonograph and had no connection with me. I knew the danger I was in, and that there was no time to lose, but ! was absolutely powerless, The tiger began te crawl toward me, “Shoot! shoot!” my friend yelled, and I tried to: but though the hammer was already raised and the rifle pointed in the direction of the tiger, I could not even lift it to my shoulder. I could pot "we even pull the trigger where it was, The tiger took another step. One great | paw rested on my boot. I could feel the | sharp claws cutting through the leather. I could feel the hot breath on my hands as it came rasping out of that yawging throat. 1 heard my friend's voice again and realized that he had come up close | beside me, but this time [ could not dis- | tinguisha word he said. 1 could sec | nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing, but | that tiger, | The muzzle of the gun was in the | creature's way. He caught it in his jaws | und gave it a savage jerk, The involun- | tary action of my muscles in clutching | the rifle, to prevent its being torn away, pulled the trigger. The tiger recoiled | and with one spasm fell dead upon the | { ground. The bullet had pierced the roof | of his mouth and lodged in his brain, | thanks only to himselfl.—{St. Louis Re, | Titles of the Prince of Wales, The official titles of the Prince of | Wales are numerous, [lis official style { is as follows: The Most High, Puissnt and lllustrious Prince Albert Edward, Prince of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, Prince of Wales, Duke of Saxony, Prince of Sax-Coburg and Gotha, Great Steward of Scotland, Duke of Cornwall and Rothsay, Earl of Chester, Carrick and Dublin, Baron of Renfrow, lord of the isles, K. G., K. T. K.P. GC. R,G.C. 1.1L, G. C. L E. P. C., field marshal in the army, | colonel-in-chief First and Second life guards and roval horse guards, colonel Tenth Prince of Wales’ own regiment of royal hussars, honorable colonel of OV. eral Indian resiments; of the second brigade eastern division royal artillery; | of the Third battalion Duke of Corwall’s light infantry; of the Third battalion Gordon bighlanders; also of the Oxford and of the Cambridge University, Middle sex civil service, Sutherland highlanders and Third Swansea rifle volnnteer regi ments: honorable admiral in the fleet, | personal aid-de-camp to her majesty, honorable captain of the royal naval re serve, elder brother of Trinity House, | president of the Society of Arts, presi dent of St. Bartholomew's hospital, trustee of the British Museum, grand master of the united grand lodge of Free and Accepted Masons of England, student of Jena, field marshal the frerman army, colonel of the Fiftl Pomeranian hussars, colonel of the Dan ish hussars of the guard, . ote. [Chicago Herald. in eli etic Oll Soaked Carcasses, Health Officer Keeney has made a new rule as to the treatment of carcasses ol calves and other animals, which have been seized by the market inspectors as unfit for human ‘consumption. The ob ject of the regulation is to prevent any possibility of such carcasses being taken out of the hands of the city's representatives, after the first seizure has been made, and disposed of for food | purposes. To this end the market in | spectors will hereafter saturate such | carcasses with kerosene before allowing | them to go out of their possession | They will then be turned over, as hereto fore, to Alpers to be used for fertilizing purposes, and if any one contrives to steal them from Alpers before they can | be so used he will scarsely be able | profit by his enterprise. —{San Franciso: Chronicle. EE Katchin Ante- Funeral Cersmonies. I was never present at a complete fune. | | ral ceremony, but once took a modest part in the saturnalia held while the | | corpse is still above ground. There is] | nothing very remarkable about it, the | | main idea being to make as much noise | as possible, to frighten away ghouls and | evilly disposed nats, and at the same’ time hint to the newly liberated spirit that his late residence 18 no place for a! serious. minded ghost. With this end in | view the whole proceeds to get uproari- | ously drunk on rice spirit, and, assemb- | ling in the dead man's house, shouts, | beats, drums and cymbals, dances and | slashes the air with dahs, until, unable! to drink, dance, beat and slash any more, it falls into a drunken stupor, the silence | of which is only broken throughout the | aight by the mournful wails of a widow or daughter. —|Scribner’s Magazine Killing a Horse by Throwing Wim. There isa certain way that experienced stockmen know of throwing a horse down 80 a8 to break his neck and kill him at once. An ordinary halter is put on the horse, the lead.strap from it be- tween the horse's front legs, a turn being taken around the far one near the fet. lock. The executioner then hits the horse a sharp out with a whip, and when he jumps up pulls sharply and sag on the haltar strap. The horse strikes head first with the entire weight on his neck. The fall is invariably fatal. Cheap Substitute for Putty, A cheap and effective substitute for putty id Sop cs in Wovdwork is ¢ by soaking news na paste made by Boi oy in three quarts of water and adding a teaspoonful of slum. The mixture should be of about the same consistency as putty and should be forced into the cracks with » case knife. It will barden like pa mache and when dry may be painted or stained te match ita surroundings, it will be almost inperceptible,- [New York Telegram. JESTS AND YARNS BY FUNNY MEN OF THE PRESS, Ton Song Bird-The Age of the re. coclous— An Important Drawback, ote. ete, TO A BONG BIRD, Oh. song bird, madly earoling Your careless life away, How good it is to hear you sing Your song from day to day. Yet, though they bring us happiness, Those melodies so sweet, We'd like you better, we confess, If you were good to eat. —{ Detroit Free Press. THE AGE OF THE PRECOCIOUS. Mrs. Jhones—Ethel, you might tell evening. Ethel (just 17)~Certainly, mamma, if you're curious about it; that's the young man I'm e gaged to, AN IMPORTANT DRAWBACK, Mrs. Parvenu.—Do you enjoy opera? Mrs. Nurich (who has a box by the season )— Very much; if it weren't for the horrid playing and singing they keep up on the stage.—{Chicago Rec ord. PRACTICAL LESSON IN POLITENESS, Little Ethel ask for things. Little Johnny —Course it is, it? Little Ethel It's awful impolite to Good News. A FATAL OBJECTION. Aunt Charlie Hunker, Niece—Oh, aunt! surely you mean that he is dissipated? Aunt--No: but his fortune is do A DILEMMA Magistrate—- You are acoused of not supporting your wile. Prisoner know my wile, She is insupportable.- {"Truth, A RUBRBRUSR, oe “How noisy that child is! “He can't help it. He's from Boston.” “What has that to do with it!" “He's a Hub-bub.”-~[ Truth. A REBUKE. “I hope,” she said ““‘that you have not been drinkin’ “Madam.” said Meandering Mike, “1 leave yer door fur ever However friendly an’ oncharitable yer feelin’ to. ward a feller bein’ may be, it's ongener uel to remind i severely, " . on him of his mis Washington Star ous an Cr fortunes THE ONLY TEST Hardapp—1 tried to sell those dia monds | bought of you, and was told they werg not genuine Jdeweler—Did you se’l them? Hard spp — Yes, for almost nothing Jewel Tr to buy them, and you will find out that thy are genuine. —{ New York Weekly, BATISVFACTORILY EXPLAINED man who had your said the “hasn't “See here,” married a widow, turned gray wore wed “Oh,” said she, “that's from fright 1 was so scared when you proposed to me, don't you know?” Journal AN Mis: Winslow —1'm called, Mr. Walker. Mr. Walker--Oh, thanks, awfully. Miss Winslow (more enthusiastiesally) ~-Yes, I am so delighted to hive acen that beaatiful dog of “yours. — [Truth UNEXPECTED PLEASURE very glad AT THE YOOTBALL GAME, There were two colored wagons at the football game, One of them had a grocer’s nature of the other was not so easily de- termined. “Get out o' me way,” said the driver of the grocery wagon, be off to yer work, anyhow.” “Get ought yersell,” was the reply; “1 reckon I've got a heap more business here than vou have.” “Well, | guess not. I'm a-drivio' a grocery wagon, I am, and I'm a-waitin’ ter get one of the players’ order for din ner.” “Grocery wagon! Well, pardner, for a football game you ain't in it. This wagon that I'm a.drivin’ is a ambul- ance.” AX ADORNMENT, Hoppers (io the ball.-room)—What in Nae is that paper Mrs. Richey's got pinned on her dress? Mopps—Well, you see Mrs. Richey's dare wear them in society, and so she It's an affidavit that PROSPECTIVE WEALTH. ‘‘ Say, Johnuy,"” said an urchin, “I've got a scheme.” “ What is it?" said another. “Sec dat feller puttin’ in coal over there?” “ Yes, " ‘(Go over an’ call him names, Maybe he'll t'row a piece at yor." [Washington Star, » TOO KICR TO LAST. Peddler 1a the lady of the house in Mr, Newlywed Yes: but there isn'ta thing in the wide world we want. Peddler-All right, sir, I'll eall agsin when the honeymoon is over. Truth, A XRUESSARY TRAINING, “What is the matter with Dickie Van Wibbles?" pothing that I know of.” “I maw in the gymnasium Jue now going through the most facial contortions. But when I spoke to him he appeared to recover instantly,” “Oh, that's all right. Dickie was tak- ing his exercise.” “1 don't quite understand you.” “He is developing his facial nitecies 80 as to get a good grip on his monocle.” — {Washington Star. XENOPHON BIZED Up. Professor—To what did Xenophon owe his reputation? Student—Principally to the fact that his name commenced with an X and came in #0 handy for the headlines in alpha. betical copy books, —Puck. A FATAL ERROR, Borrowes— Nelly, hand me my um- brells, will you? It has commenced to rain, Mrs. B--I lent your umbrelia to Mr. Sweetfern last night. Borrowes ~ What did you do that for! Didn't you know it was his?- {Puck, IT REMIXDED HER. The young man was prematurely gray, and was not a little proud of it. “ Looks quite poetic, don’t you think ?’ he could not forbear asking of the young woman he was calling on, ‘It does remind me of a eertain poem, I must admit,” said she, *‘And what poem is that?” “* “When the frost is on the pump- kin," " Journal, CLEVER AT MATHEMATICS, Mamma —Robbie, how many time have I told you that you cannot have | two pieces of | Robbie~—I « | tell me how often we've had pie, cago loter-Ocean, pie! on't know, unless you can -{Chi- WOMAN COULD BAY 80. if ONLY A Miss Muggy—I wonder George knows 1 have money Friend —Has he proposed? “He has." f He knows.” “gp —-— New York Weekly. DAYS OF CHIVALRY GONE, Wife (drearily)—Ah, me! The days of | chivalry are past Husband— What's the matter now? “Sir Walter Raleigh laid his cloak on the ground for Queen Eliza- { beth to walk over, but you get mad | simply because poor dear mother sat | down on your hat,” —[ New York Weekly. ASXIOUS TO KNOW, { “J gave Robbins a cigar out of this | box a few days ago.” { *“*Has he got even with y | [Truth i ou yet Pe LOGICAL IXNVERENCE. “1 wonder how Europeans come to persist in that idea that bands of sav- ages frequent New York,” asked theath letie young man, * Possibly,” replied his sister, “be. cause some of the visitors to this country have heard a fo team giving the > Washington Star, thal college yell URE. First Female | engaged in Ned ond Female i F. F What have Yo & VF. -Nothing bat is ¥ business are you am a book agent, 1D do? ¥ ~How delightful! Court ¥ A PROVOKING GIRI onestly, now, what's the n't like Miss Fiyrtet Cholly— Well, dear boy, the real truth is 1 don't like her because she keeps laughing at me all the time unless 1 try to make a joke, and when I do she neve: even smiles. —{ Somerville Journal, Juck res On YOU H de OF THE CANALS, A tow path mule while practising | His merry little pranks, Exclaimed: *‘I'm getting ready for A run upon the banks.” ~! Washington Star. Gold at the Center of the Earth, Did you ever stop to consider the fact that in all probability the center of the earth is a globe of gold, iridium and platinum? { in a liquid state, the iridium at the exact | conter (that is, provided there is not some heavier meta! at present unknown | to man oceupying that piace), the plati. num next and the globe of pold sur. | rounding the other two. “‘But” you say, “what proof have we that your | proposition is a tenable hypothesis!” In answer | would say two proofs at least, | and perhaps more: First, the three metals | mentioned are the heaviest known sub. | stances, compared bulk for bulk; this being the case | be naturally attracted the {center of our planet. “In | the beginning,” as Moses would say, the {earth was liquid, if not gaseous. In to were held in solution. By gradual con. densation the metals settled to the cen. ter; iridium first (with the proviso above mentioned), platinum next, gold last, Ages ago, when the crust of the earth was thin, very thin, all the gold now known was vomited out in volcanic eruptions. The last mentioned fact is the second reason for believing that our globe has a golden center core woven around a nucleus of iridium and platinum, A third reason for believing that there is gold at the center is this: The earth, as a whole, weighs five times as much as a globe of water the same bulk, while the rocks forming the same outer crust are less than three times as heavy as water, ~—{8t. Louis Republic. ais a Device of a Story Writer. Ponson du Terrial, a French story writer for newspapers, invented a singu- lar device in order to prevent confusion in his numerous plots. His ‘tice was to dress up small wooden dolls to re seul the several Shtactits iu bis ® hy to place each set of figures position on its own stage. Whenever a new i t of the romance was called for, he would thus see at a glance how and where he had left the children of his brain when he last wrote of them. But even this | ious scheme was not without its disadvantages, for it is re. lated that he once killed off one of his Retots, Without Nmaving from the board She. that “i the charmoter, N poi. young aan rea in De story, such to the ey tof the who bad so re- Suntly mourned his loss, {New York ews, ; A PIE FACTORY. FOOT A COMMON BAKERY BUT A BIG PIE MILL, Dv.as That Will Hold Four Hundred Piles at a Time—~Ten Tons of Mince Meat in One Day. There is a genuine pie Tastory down in Sullivan street. It stands amid the old tumbledown houses, sending out de- liious odors to tickle the palate of the Sullivan street small boy. At three in | the morning the work begins and at ! three p. m. the work is over and half the ples made that day are eaten, Upstairs In a long, low eeiled room | sat & man, half hidden behind piles and | Pls of golden pumpkins, They were | hemped in every direction, sll fat and | fair and yellow, ready to be cut into pumpkin pies. What visions of ghostly *uritan dinners, with every man armed to the teeth, prim, quiet children with | buckled shoes and serious faces, maids | wity white fichus and Quaker bonnets, and a guard at the door on the look { out for Indians, those pumpkins could conjure! In France the pumpkin is oy into vulgar soup, In Germany it is preserved and in Italy it is eaten raw as | a medicine, but only in this great and glorious land of liberty, nervous pros- tration, dyspepsia and indigestion is the golden fruit made into pies! At this season of the year there is a | perfect epidemic putspiin pie appetite, | and that slave of the pumpkin sits on { the top floor in the Sullivan street pie | factory and does nothing but cut pump- kins all day long to supply the demand. In snother room the manufacture of mince meat is carried on by machinery, while in another room the mest is pre. pared. Apples, pears, peaches, etc., are peeled by a little machive. After being cored by hand, an apple or pear is placed on a little upright spike attached to which is a revolving steel wire supplied with a small square scraper. The ma- chine is set in motion by band, and the scraper whirls around and around the spple, at each revolution shaving off neatly a piece of the skin. Then the fruit is cut into small pieces and is sent | to be mixed with spice. It takes an ex- pert to know just how much to mix in she fruit. Downstairs the pies are made, and the way these men ‘‘conquer the upper crust” would make a young housewife give up housekeeping to morrow. There 18 no use in trying if you can’t make pies like your husband's mother did. Now, you never can; it cannot be acquired by industry, energy or persistence. The secret of making upper crust is a gift from the gods one who can do it is a genius It is worked and watched and flattened and bandled as gently as a baby; if the butter works through, you know the fate mt crust, snd tries to work through the professional pie baker's crust just as hard as any one else's. But itd Voila tout! The men all stand st a long table, and the dough, already mixed with lard, is brought to them in large buckets, hold ing about thirty pounds. A lump is then put on the table, rolled out, cut in small squares and laid on tin plates. These plates are then handed to a man who stands ready, knife in bhsod, to shave off the ends of the dough which hangs over the outside of the plates. The plates are then placed in a wooden tray and taken to the fruit counter to re ceive their “‘insides.” The men at the fruit counter hold a large wooden spoon in their hands and as the tray comes along before them they supply each pan { liberally with fruit or sauce, as the case may be. The plates are then replaced on the tray and carried to another table, where they receive the fine, flaky crust par excellence, the upper one. It almost seems a shame to desecrate these upper | crusts of pie society by grotesque A's for apple, B's for berry, F's for pump- { kin, etc. Then they are sent to be | baked. There are half a score of ovens in the factory, each of which will hold 400 | four-cent pies or 126 fourteen -cent pies. | It requires two men to run an oven. | One man stands st the door of the oven | and directs his partner where to place | his pastry treasures. The man who | places the pies in the oven is assisted in { doing so by a large shovel—a flat affair, | fifteen or twenty feet long. The pics | are put on the shovel in couples, and | are thus put in sociably to bake. In | just tweniy minutes they are finished, hot, juicy and brown, and packed in the cases to be put in the wagons. The sending out of pies begins at 4:30 a. m., and all the wagons are back by noon, as no one buyd pies after that, There are twelve wagons, twelve sleek, fat, gayly comparisoned horses and twelve charioteers all for driving pies so that they may arrive at their various destinations in style, as befits good pies. Every year the ‘Social Twelve,” as the drivers call themselves, give a ball, and then one has a chance to judge whether the making of pies has anything to do with worshiping terpsichore. The presi dent of the factory, Mr. William Themp- son, says there must be an affinity between the two, The popular taste for pies is fickle but constant, and to be depended upon in its very fickleness. There is one steady standby. That is apple pie the year through. In September, October and November, the ripened fulness of the the year, the public teste longs for pumpkin, and there is also a pretty good rua on peach. In December, January and February mince pie comes to the front. Just ubout the holidays it is more in demand even than apple. For instance, on the any before Christmas last year ten tons of mince meat was used for pies. In March, April and May pecpis hich comes n n a of ths it of that it oes not succeed, a
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