'? -yi-' nTV T THIRD PART. v i I THE PITTSBURG DISPATCH. PITTSBURG, SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 14, 1890. A NIGHT ATM EXPO, The Merry Music, Fllttinjr Maidens, Garrulous Gents and Assorted Cranks Seen There. TUMBLES ON A CROOKED STAIR. A loung Gentleman of rale Intellectu ality Who is Madly in Love With a Pretty Wax Figure, QUAI5T CHARACTERS IS THE CROWDS. The Tonra Man TTh Clean Oat the Art Gallery After the Shew is Orer. iwnirax roa the dispatch. HE aisles of the Exposition were crowded with silent spectators. la the orchestra stood Conductor Innes, his baton raised, waiting for the 9 o'clock bell to ring forth its l HM rA tinkling message, jgwj JVfeil-C'jJThe seats below wLrTOwere filled with preajer listeners, "1 while from the i fti UiMia nuA a..b..fco came hordes of music lovers to hear the opening ol the evening con cert. Then the bell sounded, the conductor's baton waved thrice in the air, and with a Manlu Beaut) at the Glau House. faltering note from one of the violins, a low growl lrom the trombone, and a quick, authoritative tap from the big drum, the band or the "gallant Thirteenth" was whirl ing merrilv through a rollicking overture from "La Grande Duehesse." With the music, the charm of silence seemed broken; and a ripple of conversation passed through the gaily lighted hall. Every maiden in the audience, who had anybody to talk to, parted her pretty lips, and rapturously exclaimed: "Oh! Isn't it In Love With a Wax Figure. Just lovely? Did you ever hear such a charming band?" And every cavalier in the audience manfully replied to both ques tions in the neg ;v- And, indeed, the fair critics we right, aB they generall -ic, iu u.u cases. The "Thirteenth" Band is one o. the finest to which Pittsburg has had the pleasure of listening tor manyyears; ami i ever there was a conductor who caucuctcd perfectly, Mr. F. If. It nes is that man. So the overture rambled gaily onward, and as its last nots died kw.iv "the crowd began to disperse in every diie'tion. The.e had been a siege upon the leiuuuade ana A SmaU but Admiring Audience. candy counters all the evening, but now the siege became a positive blockade. One ex quisitely attired youth, filled with a desire to reach a particular bon-bon bjzaar, which he knew "not wisely, but too well," slipped on the very dangerous stairway in the north east corner, and reached the floor of the main hall by a series of unpremeditated somersaults. This quite restored the equa nimity ot the writer, who induced his be witching companion, Dorothy, to remain at if 1 fi'M W V" ' m ng&pw. Wl. -ft ' sLr fmMkm wit the foot of the staircase, and await farther interesting casualties. And the casualties came with delightful frequency. The first victim, an extensively circulated old dame, while trying to "trip gracefully down. stairs," after the fashion of "Lady Selina," in the last novel she had read, was suddenly launched into space from a treacherous step, and reached what Mrs. Halaprop calls "terra cotta" in a very emphatio manner after a number of wild and ponderous gyrations. One after an other came the victims of the staircase. Small boys, elderly gentlemen and pretty girls, all suffered alite. "Just like a game of 'follow your leader,' " laughed Dorothy as she watched the performance with "niitchiug mallecbo" of An Ecery-Day Occurrence. in her eyes. But even seeing people tumble downstairs is apt to pall on the taste after a while, so Dorothy caused herselt to be taken a-pronienading. The Dispatch stall, with its smiling attendant was passed, and the region of show cases and popcorn booths entered upon. It was a regular case of Scyllo and Charybdia to Dorothy. If she resisted the alluring temptations of popcorn she felt an uncontrollable desire to flatten her pretty, if somewhat retrousse little nose against the glass cases opposite, in a rapturous examin ation of the "gowns" or furs displayed within. In one of the cases was a charmingly life like wax figure ot a lady which has quit: a history. A pale youth with checkered pants and an intellect to match, had HEADQUARTERS OP been observed to stand belore this picture for hours together. He was finally questioned by one ot the Exposition police, and turned out to be a hall crazy young fel low who had fallen in love with the wax figure. The policeman, seeing his lamenta ble condition, humored him in his delusion; and the love-lorn youth went away rejoic ing in the promise ot an introduction to the object of bis affections. Next day he re turned with a huge bouquet of roses, which he declared were for the "lovely lady in the glass case." To please iim, the flowers were placed in the case at the feetTof the wax figure; and again he went away quite happy. Since that day he has regularly reappeared, each time with flowers, which are laid as tributes before the captivating lady in wax. He can be seen gazing at the case for over an hour every afternoon, and the visitor will notice that particular glass case is always filled with the choicest roses. The Exposition is full of what an artist would call "bits of character" if only one keeps one's eyes open for them. There are the usual legions of fiends and cranks. The free viands fiend is perhaps the most numer ous. There is a free tea fiend, and a free biscuit fiend. There is also the grand free everything fiend who, it is positively as- Gel out Aow. 8:et serted, does nothing but stroll from stall to stall eating all kinds of food which he can obtain for nothing. The free everything fiend doesn't need to pay board bills bis life is one long lunch. The piano-trying crank is the worst of the cranks. He Insists on playimj time-worn tunes upon every piano exhibited in the hall, and if he can lay hands on any other species of musical instrument he will at tempt to play it too. The machinery-lecturing crank Is a horrible nuisance, and so are the advertisement-collecting cranks and the wretched inquisitive crank who keeps asking everyone he meets(to be directed to same part of the Exposition abont which no one knows anything. But there are tome really quaint "lots of character" too; and one of these we saw at a well known exhibit ot intoxicating liquors. In the glass case of the stall were ranged a number of whisky bottles, which lay with the light glowing on their upturned sides iu an exceedingly tempting manner. Over the bottles stood an old gentleman with rnbicund cheeks and still more rnbicund nose, whose white hairs only emphasized the bon vivant expression" of his face. As 'ill tV 1 1 Kl ypsist well as one could see through the old fel low's spectacles, there was a decided twinkle in his eye; and once, when his suggestive nose had approached itself rather near the allur ing bottles we heard him smack his lips in a loud and energetic manner. Finally he made a purchase at the counter, folded something tip in a brown paper, and hast ened in the direction of the nearest means of exit. In Mechanical Hall "all went merry as a marriage bell," until we reached the famous glass plant. Here we stayed awhile, watch ing the unaccountable surprise displayed br Pitttburgers who have lived among glass houses all their lives at the ordinary work of the men employed. Dorothy was quite nlcasant for a time, but presently she ljan casting sheep's eyes at some of the brawny glassworking sons of Anak inside the glass plant rails. Finally, she turned to the writer and said: "Aren't they fine fellows? How refreshing it Is to see a real man at last!" Can the writer be blamed because he went off into a white heat at this remark? After all the lemonade and popcorn which Doro thy had gotten that night, it was surely a cruel thing to say. Dorothy was, of course, very repentant when she had once done the mischief. But the soul of the writer was full of wrath, and conversation slackened between us as we hastened to take a look through the picture galleries before the Exposition closed for the night. The pictures were the happy means of re storing our bonds of friendship. There is nothing so good for "making-np" purposes as a really jolly laugh, and laughter there was n-plenty among the pictures. Ahl those artless art criticisms! How we remember the stout lady who pranced through the galleries telling her six daugh ter what everything meant and always tell ing the wrong things. This lady mistook the prices at the right side of the catalogue pages for the numbers of the pictures, and so when she referred to her catalogue she found the most incongruous descriptions tnerein. But our researches in the art galleries were cut short by the announcement of the closing hour. A haughty usher entered the gallery and exclaimed: "Say, friends, you'd better tret out now. See?" And so Dorothy and the writer "got out; ana presently round themselves in the pleasant moonlight with a delicious lovers' walk home before them, and two real quar rels to be made upl So we bade goodbv to the Exposition, and left far behind "its myriad lights twinkling over the silent river, and all the merry music and happy crowds which had filled its glittering aisles. BEEN AN. THE DISPATCH. THE GBAHI) ABUTS CHIEF. Ills Admlrnble Character Illustrated by an Incident at Gettrsbors. Colonel Wheelock G. Veazey, the suc cessor of General Alger as Commander oi the Grand Army of the Republic, is one of the most unassuming and modest men of the day. A stovepipe hat never fits him and a clawhammer coat is probably not among his earthly possessions. Some 20 years ago be was virtually tendered the office of Gov ernor of his native State, but declined in favor of the present Secretary of War, who was one of his classmates iu college. The Detroit Free Press tells ol a little in cident that occurred during his fighting days which illustrates his personal courage and generosity. At Gettvsburg he was in command of a fine regiment. Just before the memorable charge on Pickett's division he was convers ing with the late General Stannard, then brigadier, and commenting on the havoc that division was making on the Union line, wnen Stannard said: "By the eternal, I can't stand this. I want tocharge. Colonel, we will take the responsibility. Bush to your regiment and lead." To this Colonel Veazey replied as follows: "If we don't dislodge the devils, charge the responsibility on me." Stannard dispatched his orderlies; his division, with Colonel Veazey's legiment in the lead, charged over the stone wall, and General Stannard, without orders, won the stars of a Major General and the title of "The Little Man Who Saved Gettysburg," while the new Commander ot the Grand Army offered to assume all the ignominy of defeat, if such should have been the result. ELECTRICAL CRAHKS. Some People Carry Elrctile Light Stubs for the Sake of Their Health. Washington 1'ostJ "Do you see that man there who'has just picked up something from the edge of the sidewalk?" asked a gentleman well posted on electrical matters of the writer. "He has the latest fool craze on the brain, for he nas been loiiowmg that electric-light tender about for the last ten minutes, in order to gather a few of the stubs of the electric aro light carbons which are thrown away. These be will carry in his pockets, under the in sane impression that some of the electricity left over lrom last night's lighting may soak into his system and ease up a trifle on some pain or other. "Poor fellow! He is more deluded than the man who wears a potato in the left-hand pocket of his trousers to cure him of rheu matism. Why, there is no more electricity in those carbons than in the bread that fel low may have eaten for breakfast. "It Is astonishing," continned the speaker, "what queer notions some people in Washington have about wearing elec trical and magnetic appliances. The theory is quite universal that magnetism attracts the iron in the blood and thus'gives rise to a better circulation. But all the iron which exists in the human system is com bined with hydrochloric acid and is in the form of the oxide of that metal, and in this state the magnet has no power over the oxide ot iron. Datea for Sportsmen. Here are the dates between which sports men may try their markmenshlp on Penn sylvania game: Birds Turkeys, from Octo ber 15th to January 1; ducks and geese, from September 1 to May IB; plover, from July 4 to January 1; quail, from Novem ber 1 to December 10; pheasants, lrom Octo ber 1 to January 1. Animals deer and elk, from October 1 to December IS; squirrels, from Sentember 1 to January lj rabbits, November 1 to January 1. v, PHOTOS IN THE DARK. Secrets of Earth and Sea Shown by Magnesium Flash Light. THE CAMEKA IN CAVES AND MINES. Awful story Told by a Picture Taken In a Deep French Quarry. USEFUL IN FISHING IN OIL WELLS iwmrrEJf tor Tint niar.i.Tcu.1 Since the introduction of magnesium "flash" light as a substitute for the rays ol Old Sol, photographers have been able to make their pictures at night, in doors or out, and even nnderground in mines, caves and other recesses of the earth where the light of day never penetrates. Photographs had been made even before the invention of the magnesium "flash" light, in the dark places of the earth; but they could not be made instantaneously, and so did not depict much which is now within the easy range of the camera. Electric light was sometimes used for this purpose, but it required rather complicated and expensive apparatus, and made neces sary a long exposure of the plate in the camera before the picture was sufficiently impressed. Magnesium, In coiled wire or ribbon, was found most successful for illuminating subterranean pictures. The magnesium was coiled upon a reel, and un wound automatically as it burned, so that a steady light could be given throughout the entire time of exposure. INSIDE A PYRAMID. In this way Dr. Edward L. Wilson, the Oriental traveler and writer, photographed the interior of the great Egyptian pyramid. Eight Bedouins were posted inside and around the apartments with an uplifted ta per of burning magnesium in each hand. Three cameras, large and small, were fo cused, in order to increase the chances .of success. A wilder and more weird sight he never witnessed. The dark skins of the Arabs, with their white robes shining in the brilliant light; their excited yells; their stampeding wheu a bit of hot oxide chanced to fall upon their bare shoulders or feet, and the intense glare of the burning metal, all gave the scene, as he describes, an in fernal realism which needed no fanciful Salvator Rosa to paint or Dante to make more horrible. "At last," he says, "American magne sium and the Yankee camera were victo- riuos, and three pictures of the mysterious "coffer" in the interior of the great Egyp tian pyramid were brought out to light, that all might guess what it really was. In a similar mau'ner PiazziJ photographed the interior of Cheops, and Mariat the Al derspach rocki in Silesia, Germany. Nadar, of Paris, made many remarkable photo graphs under ground in the gav capital of France, and others, both in the Old World and this country, photographed under the surface of the earth by means ol the mag nesium light In this country, especially, were photographers successtul in depicting me iiuenors oi mines ana caves. POWER OF THE LIGHT. It was found that a burning magnesium wire only 0.297 m. m. in thickness furnishes ns much light as 74 candles, of which five go to the pound, and it has been calculated that 0.120 m. m. of magnesium wire of the thickness mentioned above, when burned, produces light equal to 74 candles burning ten hours. Where about 20 pounds of stearine would be consumed it would need only abont 72 grains, or two and a half ounces of magnesium. When powdered, and used with gun powder or supplied freelv with oxygen by chlorate of potash, the in tensity of magnesium light is increased. It has proved so dangerous, however, in con nection with these active oxydizers and ex plosives that magnesium powder is now used for the most part in the pure state. Several deaths have actually occurred from the explosions occasioned by these danger ous compounds. There was just enough danger in the compounds sold to have a charm for amateurs, though professionals wno naa to use tne powder every day iu their business did not care to risk being blown up any oltener than they could help. The actual photographing is very simple and requires no extraordinary skill on the part ot the operator. The powder is flashed into instantaneous combustion before a re flector made of tin or cardboard, and is sup ported during the combustion by an asbestus plate attached to the reflecting 'frame. Cor rect focus is obtained by holding a candle near a prominent feature of the picture be fore the powder is flashed. The candlelight illuminates sulncieutly to obtain a sharp fo cus of the otherwise dark subject. The plate is developed the same as an ordinarily ex posed photographic dry plate, and all the subsequent processes are the same. PHOTOGRAPHING A HORROR. Many have been the interesting photo graphs made beneath the earth's surface by tbese means. A remarkable picture was the one made in France some time ago. A laud slide had occurred in a most sudden manner at a quarry, and a large number of workmen were buried in the subterranean galleries. It was supposed that the men were eutombed at least 200 feet below the mouth of the mine, but nothing certain could be known of their position; and for an attempt at rescue to have any chance of success, an idea of their ap proximate whereabouts had to be gained. The difficulty was overcome by means of photography. A shalt about one toot in diameter was lowered in the direction of the gallery, and through it, by meansof a Irame, a small camera mounted ig,a metallic tube was let down. '-fl The camera was fitted within the tube at its upper end so that it might be fixed at any angle by tightening or slackening the connecting cord. Above and below the camera were placed rows of incandescent lamps, and when the apparatus had been lowered the camera was made to incline out ward from the case. In order to photograph the interior of the gallery into which the camera had been lowered, all that was nec essary was simply to turn on the electric current and light the incandescent lamps, the plate being exposed at the same time. In this manner a plate was exposed five minutes, which on development, revealed the ghastly fact that all the unfortunate miners bad been starved to death in their subterranean tomb. OAVES OP OUR OWN, Almost the entire interior of Luray Caverns and the Mammoth Cave have been photographed by American amateurs. These photographs show beautiful formations of stalactite and stalagmite, and the innermost chambers ot the great caves are depicted as naturally as if illumined by daylight There is a little cave not 15 miles from New York City which possesses more than ordi nary interest from the marvelous stories of Captain Kidd's hidden treasure wliioh are connected with it. It is more an oblique cleft in the trap rock of the Orange Moun tains than a cave proper, and is so narrow at its entrance on the top of the hill that only with extreme difficulty can a rather slender man make his way into the widen ing darkness below. When magnesium light first became prac ticable for photographing beneath the earth's snrtace, the writer determined to de pict with his camera the innermost recesses of this mysterious cavern. He employed a small hand camera, which eonld be lowered into the oave first by means of a rope, and then lollowed himself, crawling and sliding, and supporting himself by the projections on each aide of the trap walls. With some difficulty he at last reached what proved to be the bottom of the hill, and there pro ceeded to photograph the entire gallery. A large quantity of the magnesium.) powder was flashed lroa.a flat stone picked up in the cave, while the little hand camera was held as firmly as possible against one of the walls. An intense smoke followed, which nearly suffocated the rash experimenter as well as the gloomy denizens of the cavern, and it was only with extreme difficulty that the ascent was'made. When developed, the photograph showed an excellent picture of the cave interior; but no sign was there of hidden treasure. PICTURES IN OIL WELLS. The perfection of "flash" light photog raphy suggested to E. P. Cobham, a native of the oil country in Pennsylvania, to em ploy it for depicting the bottoms or oil wells. Heretofore nobody had ever seen the bottom of an oil well. When tools were lost and it was desired to locate them an im pression block was nsed. This was a heavy wooden block covered with tallow or bees wax, which took an impression of the bot tom of the well, and gave some idea of the condition of things below. By means of the "geolograph," which Mr. Cobham has named his invention, an excellent pho tograph, it is said, can be made of an oil well bottom. The instrument is made in two styles, ac cording to the nature ot the well whose se crets it is desired to discover. For dry wells the instrument used is a small sheet-iron case shaped very much like a five-quart tor- peuo snot, it encloses a camera with a quick-working lens, and a sensitive dry plate. On the outside of the instrument, near the point, are two projecting flanges with cups to contain percussion caps and magnesium "flash" powder. Sunning through the top of the case toward these cups, and held In their place by stout strings, are two iron bolts. The camera is lowered carelully to the place where it is to be used. II, for instance, it is desired to locate tools, it is lowered till it strikes the tools. Then it is drawn back 18 inches to get the proper focus, and a four-ounce weight is slipped upon the cOrd by which the instrument is suspended and dropped in the same manner as a "go-devil" in setting off a can of glycerine. It strikes the plate and sets off the "flash" light, at the same time uncoverintr the lens. When the cenlo- graph is pulled up a photograph of the bot tom of the well is found within. In photo graphing under oil or water, the instru ment is made more carefully water-tight The flash is then obtained by means of a wire rope and an electric incandescent at tachment. LIGHT IN THE SEA. The principle is similar to that nsed in marine photography, which is another inter esting branch ot subterranean photography. Paymaster George H. Bead, of the United States Navy, described in the the Ameri can Annual of Photography for 1890 how photographs are made beneath the surface of the sea. His experiments, however, were undertaken with a view more to determine the intensity ot light at various depths of the ocean or elsewhere, than to photograph submarine pictures, though the photometer, by means of which light force is measured. is capable of making excellent pbotographs. It is a metal box about six inches square, open at the top, and containing in two op posite sides a drop. One holds the plate. and the other is designed to covr it after exposure. The drops are released by the ac tion of the wines projecting through the sides and acting upon their resistance to the air, according as the photometer is raised or lowered. It carries a small photographic plate; and when the apparatus is a short distance be low the poin-; where the exposure is desired to be made, it is raised to that point where both buttons which secure the one drop are turned by the action of the wings, while the other drop containing the plate is allowed to fall to the bottom of the box. As soon as the exposure has been made the photometer is again lowered a short distance, so that the other drop is released to fall upon the first and cover up the exposed plate. It is then ready to be raised, and the plate to be de veloped. It may be interesting to know that the penetration of daylight about mid day during fine weather in spring was found to be about 965 feet, by means of. the photo meter designed by Paymaster Bead. PHOTOS OP FISHE3. Doctor Bombouts, of Amsterdam, has photographed fishes actually swimming in the water, by means of magnesium lizht The camera is focused on the plane of glass in front of the glass which contains the fishes, and a black cloth over the back of the tank prevents reflections from the glass forming on the side. The magnesium powder is burned in a box placed on a tupod, and so stationed that the reflections from the glass tank will not enter the lens. His pbotographs are very interesting to ex perts, as they showed exactly the various peculiarities of piscatorial motion. Mr. S. B.' Stoddard, the Adirondack photographer, has been most successful in photographing by means of artificial light His photographs of Howe's Cave iu the Adirondacks are most remarkable. One shows the great Eagle's Wing, which is a stalactite in this famous cave; and another, and perhaps the most interesting of all, a number ot bats hanging to the wall of the cave. He used an ordinary tripod camera for making these photographs, but flashed a quantity of magnesium powder. There are no end of applications which may be made of photography by means of artificial light to the depicting of subter ranean subjects. When the photometer is perfected so that an ample charge of mag nesium "flash" compound can be carried to the bottom of the sea with the little instru ment, and thus illuminate a subject far be yond the point to which the strongest day light can penetrate, what interesting pic tures shall we not be able to photograph, perhaps at the very bottom of the ocean it self! There can no longer be "bottomless" pits, for the ingenious eeolograph of Mr. Cobham can show us exactly where the bot tom is and what it is like. Coal strata in the greatjmines of Pennsylvania may be accu rately depicted by means of the camera, and the innermost recesses of the earth may be explored and faithfully portrayed. W. I. Lincoln Adams, Editor Photographic Times. A BABY KIHQ AI PLAY. How Alpliomo Put In the Time and Enjoys Popular Demonstrations. Alphonso, the baby King oi Spain, has the most beautiful and expensive toys in the world. His special favorite is a rocking horse, which is covered with the hide of a beantiful Andalnsian horse. The saddle, stirrups and other trappings are of the same pattern as those used in Andalusia. There is a story told that he once invited a court dignitary to play at horses with him, much to everybody's amusement; and it is a fact that when the nobles had assembled to cele brate his birthday Alphonso amnsed him self by climbing up and down the steps of his throne. Another day, when the foreign embassa dors came to pay court to him, the little leiiow went on to sleep in his nurse s arms before the ceremonies were over. He goes out a great deal and has a very pretty way of painting neople in the street Ho loves military music, and when he hears the peo ple shout "Viva!" to him he claps his little hands and shouts in return. TWELVE Df A FLOCK. A Rcmnrknblo Bird of Queensland Named Aftnr ths Apostles. Among the most onrious birds of Queens land are those known familiarly us the "Twelve Apostles," from cirenmstances that they are always seen in flocks of ex actly 13 never either more or lest. Whether such a iittle company consists of an equal number of males and females does not seem to be known. But in the nesting season they all build in the same tree, and all feed the nestlings promiscuously. How the number of such a flock is always adjusted, is one of the' unsolved Questions resDectintr this bird. It is something like a blackbird. m appearance. but;or a rnsmr color. THEY TEEAD LIGHTLY Montreal People Abhor Noise as Most Folks Do Brimstone. THE JEHUS TALK IN WHISPERS, Thunder is Mnffled and the Owners of Bqaeaky Boots Fined. NOT LIKE BATTLE-TE-BAN6 PITTSBDEO IWB1TTXN FOE TITI DISPATC&.1 The summer tourist who loafs around by way of Montreal will be impressed with two things the quiet of the town and the preva lence of the milk shake. Montreal should be called the Noiseless Citv, and how a flourishing town of 230,000 inhabitants can so completely wrap itself in the mantle of solitude surpasses the understanding of one from the "Stales." A wagon load of iron with bagging interlaced through it explains that Montreal makes a business of keeping itself quiet The bells on the street car horses, if there are any bells at all, are such small and so:t-toned affairs as to be a pleas ure rather than a pain. Street car con ductors do not startle their passengers with shrill whistles, and the horse track between the rails is paved with a view to making as little noise as, possible. The effect of all this is soothing to the nerves of one lrom an American city. "We try to get along with as little noise as possible," said a Montreal business man. "New York, Brooklyn, Pittsburg, Chicago and St. Louis should send committees, and we will show them how we do it" , ETEN THE JEHTT3 QUIET. In the meantime Grandfather Iiickshingle may be permitted to describe the novelty of visning a cuy wnere mere is no noise. AS our party ot four emerged from the steamer the cabmen accosted us almost with bated breath. They were eager enough to secure our patronage, but being loyal to the un written law, to make as little luss as possible, they did little more than motion us toward "their vehicles in pantomine. Entering a 'bus the door was closed softly behind us, the 'busman, with a finger on his lips, made a dumb show to the driver, and we started for the hotel. Tne horses seemed to move with noiseless, cat-like tread, and the pedestrians along the thoroughfares apparently wore cork soles on their shoes. The entire commerce of the city is conducted with a view to not waking the baby. The Canadian, of Hibernian extraction, who drove us abont town next day uncov ered his head as we passed the Deaf and Dumb Asylum out of respect for the quiet people within. Long trains roll in and out of the Grand Trunk and Canadian Pacific depots, but the whistle of the locomotive is muzzled, and as you watch the phenomenon the beating of your own heart is all the sound you hear. MUFFLED THUNDER. It is essentially a cathedral city, but yon never hear the good old hymn: "Sound the Loud Timbrel O'er Egypt's Dark Sea," because of the suggestion contained in it lor something loud. There was a heavy rain fall while we were there, and the lightning flashed vividly, but there was no thunder to disturb the regular order of things. It is nnderstood that when the condition of the atmosphere makes thunder a necessity it is" only a "muffled thunder." The statement is made on authority that an American once went into Montreal wearing a pair of squeaky boots, and was arrested for disturb ing the peace. Being a stranger the Judge, on the Queen's Bench, let him off with a quiet reprimand, and warned hiia against wearing anything loud again. The thought less person who undertook to start a barber shop in the town did not like to tell the tale himself. Mothers always admonish their children in two words: "Be quiet," and so they grow up in the way they should go, and never depart from it Speaking of the people of Montreal in general, it can be said that their ways are ways of pleasant ness, and all their paths are peace. AN AWFUL HABIT. In regard to the milk-shake habit it may be said to(be universal. It is within the golden limits o! trnth to state that any business house in Montreal can supply you with a milk-shake. Milk is cheap in Canada and the shake is a mere matter of unskilled labor, so in many places you can get a milk shake fair to middling for "tuppence," though the regular price is 5 cents. Yon can xet a milk-shake in a millinery store, a blacksmithshop or a gents' furnishing house. Oue "medical hall," as a drug store is called, displays a sign, "Milk-shake compounders to H. B. H. the Prince of Wales," notwithstanding the general opinion that the Prince of Wales has had no nse for a milk-shake since the day he was weaned. American money goes in Canada. Indeed it goes too freely. This is true of all our money of whatever denomination, except the nickel, and the street car companies draw the line at that. The conductor comes around with a jug-shaped receptacle to col lect your fare and into this you drop the money as into a sIot machine. But you can't drop a nickel in for the reason that the slot is purposely made small enough to exclude it - IT'S A MELANCHOLY FACT. Any coin up to an English quarter ex cept the despised nickel. It is sad to see our universal, if not ever-present, universal friend thus discriminated against almost under the shadow of the Stars and Stripes, but such is the melancholy truth. Aside from this Montreal has few fanhs and many virtues. After the rush and roar of Pitts burg and New York it is like Paradise to drop down here over the Lachine rapids and loiter through its quaint streets or climb to the top of Monnt Itoyai, where the scene is probably unsurpassed by any other in the world. As illustrating the idea that greatness is esteemed by thepeople of Montreal above rubies or fine linen, this incident maybe related: A lady stepped into a birdstore to buy a canary. After looking over the stock she found a bird whose appearance pleased her, and asked the shopman: "Does he sing?" "Bless your heart, nol" exclaimed the bird man. "Then," said the customer; "I will take him." E. W. Criswell. HE FELL TO THE EEAE. Hon- a Prond Sunday School Superintendent Wns (suddenly Humbled. Buffalo Conner.! Not many Sundays ago a Sonthside Sun day school was invited to participate in a nnion service with another Sunday school a few blocks away, and formed in line with the superintendent at the head, and marched out ot doors singing thesuperintenuendent'i favorite hymn, "Hold the Eort." By-i standers stopped, and every one looked on at the beautiful Bight of the proud superin tendent marshaling his handsome cohorts of caroling children np the street Their singing charmed all hearts, too, bnt when they struck the second stanza: 'See the mighty host advancing, Satan leading on ' Somebody snickered, and the superintend ent dropped back to the rear to speak: to the tutor of the infant class. Hep Canvas-Back Duck. Lawrence American. Star Boarder (struggling with his din ner) Er what is this, Mrs. BHmdiet? Landlady That is canvas-back duck. Star Boarder Didn't er von taTt,tln Jiaxe me or oaavu oar '-Hi-A:J' - S S?, Sca&gs A NOVEL DEALING- WITH COTEMPORARY LIFE. WRITTEN FOE THE DISPATCH. BY WILLIAM BLACK, Author of "A Princess of Tliule," "Sunrise," and Many Oihei Stories of the Highest Heputation on Two Continents. SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS. The story opens at Piccadilly with aced George Bethune and his granddaughter, Mafsrle, en their way to the residence of Lord Musselburgh. The old gentleman Is of a noble (Scotch house and claims to have been defrauded of bis property rights. ow be is engaged in preparing for the publication of a vnlnmo of Scotch-American poetry, and his errand to Lord Mnsselbnrg is to procure assistance from him. Maisrie is jnst bnuding into womanhood and feels nominated when her grandfather accepts 50 from Lord Jlusselbartr. On the way home she asks her grand father when be will begin the work. Hhe receiTes an evasive answer which evidentlv convinces her that her grandfather is not in earnest At last she begs her grandfatner to allow ber to earn a living tor the two. He refuses in bis proudest vein, intimating that people should feel highly honored to have the opportunity to assist the family of Eethune of Ualloray. Young Vin. Harris overheard the conversation at Lord Musselbnrg's residence and became strangely interested in the young girl. He had been trained for a brilliant political career; bis father is very rich and given to Socialistic ideas. Vin. is still studying and finds an excuse in the interruptions at his father's bouse to secure a suite of rooms just across the street from ilaisrie's home. He has an aunt, Mrs. Ellison, who is just now bnsy impressing him with the Importance of securing an American wife for himself. Intimating that the bride will not be without a liberal dowry if Vin. marries a girl of ber choice. At his rooms Via. is greatly toncned by Maisrie's tnnes on the violin, and straightway he seenres a piano on which he- answers her plaintive notes. This at last leads to a formal introduction of the yonng people. Vin. invites the pair to visit Henley Regatta. At the regatta Mrs. Ellison is prevailed upon by Vin. to meet the Bethunes. She stndies them intently, and Intimates on part ing that she has been compromised by the visit .Malsrie makes no effort to conceal from Mrs. Ellison their poverty or social standing. Mrs. Ellison consults Lord Mnsselbargh and comes to ttio conclusion that George Uethunc and bis daughter are after Vln's money. She starts out to save him, but Jlaisrie wins her with a song. In order to make possible a tour of Scotland with the Bethunes. young Harris writes to an American editor to Iearu if the ma terials for Mr. Betbuue's book could not be collected by a clerk, thns saving the old man his proposed ocean jonrney. He is astonished to receive in reply a letter stating that a work sneb, as Mr. Bethnne proposed Is on tho eve of pnDIication in America, and worse yet that Mr. Bethune knows all about It, It almost convinces Vin. that his old friend is a first-lass fraud in having solicited aid for a work be coald not possibly bring out. Still he has no donbtsof Maisrie's honesty, and at last asks old George Bethune if he may mako It his business to pro tect her. The next thing that happens Is the engagement of Lord Musselburgh and Mrs. Ellison. CHAPTER XT. HOLT PALMER'S KISS. This was a bright and cheerlul afternoon in November; and old George Bethune and his granddaughter were walking down Re gent street. A brilliant afternoon, indeed; and the scene around them was qnite gay and animated; or the wintry sunlight was shining on the big shop fronts and on the busy pavements and on the open carriages that rolled by with their occupants gorgeous in velvet and silk and fur. Nor was George Bethune moved to any spirit of envy by all this display of luxury and wealth; no more than he was oppressed by any sense oi soli tariness amid this slow-moving, murmuring crowd. He walked with head erect; he paid but little heed to the passers-by; he was singing aloud, and that in a careless and florid fashion The boat rocks at the pier a' Leith, Fa' load the wind blaws frae the ferry. The ship rides by the Berwick Law, And I maun leave my bonme Mary. But suddenly he stopped; his attention had been caught by a window, or rather a series of windows, containing all sorts of Scotch articles and stuffs. "Maisrie," said he, as his eye ran over these varied wares and fabrics, "couldn't yon couldn't you buy some little bit of a thing?" "Why, grandfather?" she asked. "Ob, well," he answered, with an air of lofty indifference, "it is but a trifle but a trifle; only I may have told you that my friend Carmichael was a good Scot good friend and good Scot are synonymous terms, to my thinking and and as you are g"ing to call on him for the first time, you might show him yon are not ashamed of yonr THEY CHATTED ENTHUSIASTICALLY OF THE NEW ENTERPRISE. country. Isn't there something there, Maisrie?" he continned, still regarding the articles in the window. "Some little bit of tartan ribbon something you could put around your neck whatever yon like " merely to show that you fly your country's colors, and are not ashamed of them" "But why should I pretend to be Scotch, grandfather, when lam not Scotch?" she said. He was not angry: he was amused. "Yon not Scotch? Yon.of all the pt ople in J tne wona, not scotcn7 What are you, then? A Bethune of Balloray ay, and if justire were done, the owner and mistress of Bal loray, Ballingean, and Cadzow and vet yon are not Scotch? Where got you your name? What is your lineage your blood you right and title to the lands of Balloray and Ballingean? And I may see you there et, Maisrie; I may see you there yet Stranger things have happened. Bnt come away now we need not quarrel abont a bit of ribbon and I know Mr. Carmichael will receive you as his couutrywoman even if you have not a shred of tartan about you." Indeed he bad taken no offense: once more he was marching along, with fearless eye and nndaunted front, while he had resumed his gallant singing But It's not the roar of sea or shore Wad mak' me langer wish to tarry. Nor shouts o' war that's heard afar ' It's leaving thee, my bonnie Mary! They went down to one of the big hotels in Nortnumberlann avenne: asked at the office for Mr. Carmichael, and after an im measurable length of waiting were con ducted to his room. Here Maisrie was in troduced to a tall, fresh-colored, angular boned man, who had shrewd gray eyes that were also good humored. Much too good humored they were in Maisrie's estimation, when they chanced to regard her grand father; they seemed to convey a sort of easy patronage, almost a kind of good-natured Eity, that she was quick to resent But ow could she interfere? These were busi ness matters that were being talked of; and she sat somewhat apart, forced to listen, but not taking any share in the conversa tion. Presently; however, she heard something that, startled, her out of this apathetic con currence, and sent all ber pulses flying. The tail, raw-boned newsnaDer nronrietor. yeeing this pramd-fMtued old saaa with k 1 TAND FA5T ROYJTOM, not unkindly scrutiny, was referring to the volume on the Scottish Poets in America which George Bethune had failed to bring out in time; and his speech was considerate. "It is not the first case of forestalling Z have known," said he, "and it must just be looked on as a bit of bad luck. Better fortune next time. In any case onr country men over there have found their voice at last; they have been brought together to sing in chorus; perhaps they will be heard further'that way. I do not know what place the bpok may nltimately take in Scottish literature; but at all events it is pleasant reading for a Scotchman pleasant for him to see how his countrymen across the water have not forgotten their native land. And so, Mr. Bethune, if you care to notice the book for us, you may say pretty well what you like on the sympathetic side, of course " "Most assuredly most assuredly," the old man said. "I cannot grumble about be ing forestalled; that was my own fault; and I am not going to give a less hearty welcome to those old friends of mine because they have been led ont by another hand. And where should they have a hearty welcome if not in their own country? Non corpus sine pectore: they will know who speaks." "I dare say I dare say," said Mr. Car michael with a tolerant smile. "By the way, there is another little circumstance connected with that book perhaps I should not mention it but I will be discreet No names; and yet you may like to hear that you have got another friend somewhere somewhere iu the background" It was at this point that Maisrie began to listen, rather breathlessly. "Oh, yes. your friend your unknown friend wanted to be generous enough," Mr. Carmichael continued. "He wrote to me ' saying he nnderstood that I had advanced a certain sum toward the publication of ths work;andhe went on to explain that as certain, things had happened to prevent yonr bring- ing it out, he wished to be allowed to re fund the money. Oh, yes, a very generous offer; for all was to be done in the profound est secrecy; you were not to know anything about it, lest you should be offended. And yet it seemed to me yon should he glad to learn that there was someone interesting himself in your affairs." The two men were not looking at the girl; they could not see the pride and joy and gratitude that were in her eyes. "And Vincent never told me a word," she was saying to herself, with her heart beating warm and fast But that was not the mood in which old George Bethune took this matter. A dark frown was on his shaggy eyebrows. "I do not see what right anyone has to in termeddle," said he, in tones that fell cruelly on Maisrie's ear, "still less to pay money for me on the assumption that I had forgotten, or was unwilling to discharge, jutt debt " ' "Come, come, come, Mr. Bethune," said the newspaper proprietor, with a sort of eon descending good nature, "yon must not take it that way. To begin with, he did not pay any money at all. I did not allow him. I said 'Thank you; but this is a pri vate arrangement between Mr. Bethnne and mysell; and If he considers there is any indebtedness I don't, goodness knows" then he can wipe that oft by contributions to the Chronicle.' So yon see you have only to thank him for the intention " "Oh, very well," said the old man.chang- ing nis tone at once. "No harm in mat No harm whatever. Misplaced intention but but creditable. And now," he con tinued, in a still lighter strain, "si ace yon mention the Chronicle, Mr. Carmichael, I must tell yon of a scheme I have had for some time in mind. It is a series of papers on the old ballads of Scotland or rather the chief of them taking one for each, weekly article, giving the different versions, with historical and philological notest What do you think of that, now? Look a. the material the finest in the worldl th elemental passions, the tragio situation1 that are far removed from any litersrr form or fashion, that go straight to. the heart and the imagination, even now as they did la the days when the 'King sate In Dunferm line town, drinking the Wued-red win.' Each of thea a splendid text!' he proeeeded, i i - i i ii fsUfsKryt ,-T! csy-j'ssa
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