F -T3 -W THE PITTSBURG DISPATCH. THIRD PART. PAGES 17 TO 20. -in- . " PITTSBURG, .SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 21, 1890. t fWEITTEN Ton TOE DISPATCH.: The day had been warm and lazy at the quiet little summer resort, and now, in the lonesome time of the evening, we had gath ered on the veranda and were telling weird and ghostly tales to each other. The talk was of dreams that came true with won derful exactness or no less remarkable re versal; ot shadow forms that waited with out apparent purpose to go anywhere, and o lnunting footfalls, without even the visi ble occasion of a shadow; ot strange coinci- Jim' Klss-ile-Good-yight. rienccs of dates and figures, and of warning! disregarded unto death. Ttie night came down about us talking, and the low swish-swash of the invisible ocean sighed up out of the darkness as though it might come from the fleshless hpsot the mvriad drowned. At length Tom "Watson said: "I don't know that ever I told you I was once a rail road conductor?" The opportunity to smile was good lor the creeping marrow of our spines. If there is a n.an o mature years and ordinary bearing to whom Thomas Watson has not told some storv of those davs when he was a conductor, tLat man should get introduced to Mr. "Wat son and no longer be a stranger in this big world. "Well, I was," he continued, "and Jim T asifall was my engineer lor 11 years. Jim was a tough little runt ot a fellow, not over l-' pounds, but 119 of it sand, with just a scant pound of skin for a wrapper. There was no kind ot a chance that he wouldn't lake in those days. Didn't believe in anv il eg much but his steam gaure. Sn por tions be laughed at. You might have (altered his engine all over with No. 13s re wonld have taken 13 cars out on a i a night and guaranteed he wonld r ke tip an hour's time between Pittsburg i Altoona and laugh at the new moon c yer his left shoulder. This was before the i ?rt I am going to tell you about. I ought to have told you Jim had a wife Sat he couldn't have loved more it she had been his engine. Whatever hour of the night we passed their house he always whistled lor her, a s- an whistle and long one, repeated. They Errmed to say 'all r-i-g-h-t!' good n-i-g-h-tl' B s Molly didn't often go to sleep without ii but sometimes we were very late and she had to (lor scnedules weren't then the regular things they are now). She heard it a-vhow, she said, and it brought her l-easant dreams. She called it 'Jim's kiss use good night.' They lived just above the cut, out by I.aiebsugh tuunel, and when it wasn't too .afp at night she used to come out to the e ) -e cf the cut with a lantern and swing it u in answer to the whistle. It was t i -r vbe safest place to stand, lor the shale ways slipping down with the jar of issing trains, especially alter a rain, rfrewasno use talking toherofdan J.m's engine wonld never run over sh said, and then she would laugh, f rctend to be jealous of it, and say may i. would. i bad poured down rain all that day. 1 rrt was a landslide out the Panhandle, we had to wait two hours at Pittsburg f r our western connection. Jim be t a grumbling at 7 o'clock, which IP 1 1 (' Km IS '!' i I i Moggy gT-1'rgrp wNL V lim A Tr '!$$ ft Jim Siccaring Sit L,ungi Empty. was oui regular time to start, aad before we got away he had cursed pretty rauch everv cross-tie on the division. I had Et.co him cranky before when some cub rub ber bad skipped a speck of dust on his en g o", but never like this. After he had ex rressed his opinion of me and the crew add tbe rain, the rolling stock and the officeriTof the road, he even swore at his engine. There was bound to be something bad wrong with Jim At last I got it out of him. I wouldn't mind so tuucli.' he said, 'but Molly H be tjrp to wan out at tbe cut for us to-night "I started to tell him that not being a natural fool she wouldn't, but I didn't get cd far 'Don't you call my wife a fool, Tom Watson. We've been hooked up together for many a year, yon and me, but just you keep your blasted tongue off that little woman's name or oh! ' 'Here he plnnged off into a fresh lot of spenncations as to the future eternal state cf the engineer who wa hauling the train we were waiting on, so suridenlv that I won dered if old Jim hadn't slipped an eccentric an his head. But he hadn't. When he had sworn his lnngs empty he dropped into an other temper, and told me how he and Molly had had a bit of a quarrel that morning- all his fault, he said, he wasn't fit to have such an angel for a wife anyhow andhehad refused to kiss her good by when he came away, although the face held up to him was wet with tears. "He knew she wouldn't (to to bed without his 'kiss me good night.' She would surely stand out on the edge ot the cut till we came. Then I knew Jim hadn't meant us at all. He had just been swearing at himself by proxy. He swore and fidgeted until at last the word came that one side of the Cork run cat had fallen in ahead of the Panhandle train, and we were not to wait any longer for it. Then Jim climbed into the cab and let her go. "Run! It was enough to make a man's hair stand. He jerked us around the curves as it he was cracking a whip. Up grade and down, trestle, bridge or switch-crossing, he never slackened. The best his old engine could do was not fast enough. He jawed hit fireman lor not getting steam up lastcr, and finally took the shovel and showed him how to build a fire 'me. as Bill said alter ward, 'that had fired for him for three years and never a cross word.' "Then when the engine wa3 dding all she knew, pantingand quivering like a blooded horse that had never felt the lash before, Jim leaned forward on his seat, bending and swaying with every vibratioD, trying to ride light, craning his neck and lilting himself like a jockey in a desperate finish. "So at last we sweDt into the cut. Jim's hand came off the throttle for the first time in 40 miles, and went up to the whistle cord. Oh, we would have put music into its cry that night, such as no organ chant could equal for the ears of the little woman he felt so sure was waiting. "His hand touched the cord there was a s-w-i-s-h as thongh we had struck something soft, and the headlight went out. "The signal whistle changed to a shriek, to a shriek lor brakes. Jim jerked the re verse lever back, spilled the sand, and brought the train up with a jolt that flung people out of their seats. I knew where we were to a yard, and I crabbed my lantern and sprang to theground. "Jim was coming back with a torch, looking along the gutter beside the track. The sweat had started into great black drops upon his smutty face, and ho was trembling all over. ' "It was back here a little ways she struck," he gasped, hoarsely; 'I just had my hand up to whistle when the light went out.' "The torch dropped from the nerveless hand that never shook before, but he staggered on. I followed with the lantern. Jim seemed to want to go first. A little way back of the train he stopped and stooped over something lying in the ditch. When I came up he lilted it, and without a wliKw- Sad a Sit of a Quarrel. word turned aronnd into the light of the lantern. It was "Tom stopped, as though something was choking him, and then went on, though with a gurgle in his throat that we all guessed the meaning of "It was a chunk of a tree top that had slipped down from the top of the cut and wiped the head light off the engine." There was no sennd for a full minute, ex cept that silly gurgling giggle in Tom's throat, but there was one of us who asked, with lingering wistfnlness, at length: "But his wife yon know " "Oh," responded that wretch, Thomas Watson, "didn't I tell you I had told Jim she was no fool? She was in bed, and asleep, I suppose. I never happened to ask." Cxeike McLean. WHAT JrnJSTACHES TEU. An Odd Sjnttm of Character Reading From the Hirsute Adornment. There is a great deal of character in the mustache, says the Northwest Magazine. As the form of the upper lip and in the re gions about it has largely to do with the feelings, pride," self-reliance, manliness, vanity and other qualities that give self control, the mustache is more particularly connected with the expression of those quali ties or the reverse. When the mustache is ragged and, cs it were, flying hither and thither, there is a lack of proper sell-control. When it is straight and orderly the reverse is the case, other things, of course, taken into ac count. If there is a tendency to curl at the outer ends of the moustache, there is a tendency to ambition, vanity or display. When the curl turns upward there is geniality, com bined with a love of approbation; when the inclination is downward there is a more sedate turn of mind not unaccompanied with gloom. It is worthy of remark that good-natured men will, in playing with the mustache, in variably give it an upward inclination, whereas cross-grained or morose men will pull it obliquely downward. A WICKED PBATEE BOOK. Printed In 1GS6, and Notable for Having the Word Not Omitted. New York Snn.t The authorized Bible printed in London by Robert Barber and Martin Lucas in 1631 has been named the Wicked Bible, on ac count of an extraordinary mistake of the printer in leaving out the negative in the Seventh Commandment. The mistake occurs in Epistle 1, Gal. 5, 16 verses as will be seen: Dow the works of the flesh are manifest, which are these: Adultery, uncleanness. lasci viousness. Idolatry, witchcraft, hatred, vari ance, murders, drunkenness, re veilings, and such like of which I tell yon before, as I have also told yon in past time, that they who do tuck things thall inherit the kingdom of God. The reader will not fail to notice that the word not has been omitted alter the word "shall," which would make it read "shall not inherit the kingdom of God." This puts a very different construction ontHo passage. STORAGE BATTERIES. A Simple Explanation of a Wonder ful Elecric Appliance. ONLY A CONVERSION OP ENERGY Into Each a Shape That It Can he Bottled and Carried About. THE PEIKCIPLES THAT AKE INYOLYED rWEITTES FOB THI DtSrjLTCR.1 , A storage battery consists of a cell, usu ally of glass or rubber, diluted sulphuric acid and flat lead plates immersed in the acid. But a storage battery does not store electricity, as is commonly supposed by the uninitiated. Electricity is a kind or form ot energy, and it is this energy electrical energy that is stored. ' A waterfall is one of the many familiar forms of energy, but we cannot store a waterfall. We can store its energy, how ever, by making it wind up a spring or pump water into a reservoir or compress air or lift a heavy weight Then at some fut ure time this stored energy can be used to do work. The wound-up spring, the water in the reservoir, the compressed air and the lifted weight, may each represent.a part of the energy of the waterfall and can be made to do work. And so it is with a storage bat tery. In it we can store electrical energy. To bring out this important point more clearly let us further examine the example of the waterfall and the weight. CONVERSION OF ENEHGT. Here we have the energy of the waterfall lifting a weight, that is, separating two things the earth and a weight that have a strong attraction for each other. The weight, when raised, is then said to have energy by virtue of its position, and if allowed to fall, it can do work and reproduce the exact amount of energy expended in raising it. As, for example, it could be made to pump the water back to the top of the falls. Then this water could fall again and again raise the weight. However, each time this i3 done a little of the energy is lost, by the friction of the machinery used and the air, and presently our see-saw arrangement would come to rest just ns any other see-saw or swing. So it is with a storage batteiy. If we allow a enrrent of electricity to flow through a storage battery, the electrical energy sepa rates certain elements of the battery, which have a strong attraction (chemical attrac tion or chemical affinity) for each other; and when these elements are allowed to "fall," that is, resume their former or natural state, the stored electrical energy is reproduced in the shape of an electric cur rent. A. STEIKINO BESESIBLANCE. Just as the falling water raised the weight and the faHing weight raised the water, so the electric current separates the battery elements, and the battery elements resuming their former and natural state reproduce an electric current. But here. too. as in the other case, energy is lost each time the change is made, and a state of rest is the final result For continuous motion or power we must have an endless source of energy, and coal, wood and waterfalls repre sent some of these sources of energy. The simplest form of storage battery can be made in the following manner: Take a test tube or tumbler and fill it about three quarters Inll of water; then pour in sul phuric acid slowly, stirring with n wooden stick till the solution is very acid to" the taste" (never pour the water into lueacidlas that would generate heat. Then stand in the tumbler or cell two flat pieces of sheet lead, as wide as the cell will permit of, and tall euough to reach one or two inches above the acid solution. Place two rubber bands around one of the plates one band near the bottom. Then bind the two plates together so the two lead plates do not touch each other anywhere. APPLYING THE ENERGY. Connect one plate by means of a copper wire to one pole of a battery or dynamo and the other plate in the same way to the other pole of the battery or dynamo and allow a small current to flow about one or two amperes. If the source of electricity is too powerful place a resistance in the circuit, such as German silver wire or incandescent lamps. Allow the current to flow forjabont four or five hours and at the end of that time it will be noticed that one lead plate has become brown and the other gray. lSow disconnect the wires from the source, and on touching the two ends ot the wires together a small spark will be noticed. If the ends are kept together for a short time the storage battery will discbarge itself, and must then be re charged. After the first charge the brown plate, which is called the positive plate, must always be connected to the positive pole of the dynamo or source for purposes of recharging. POEMING A BATTEKY. If the storage battery be charged and dis charged a good many times, the capacity of the battery will be greatly Increased that is, a greater discharge can be obtained compared with the charge. This process of charging and discharging is called "form ing,"and until a storage battery is "formed" it will return but a small proportion of the current or energy used in charging. In dis charging, the acid will become weak, but in charging the strength of the acid is wholly restored. If a larger battery is needed, that is one that will give a greater enrrent, more lead plates must be used; for the current that a storage battery will give is in proportion to the number and size of the plates. To make a storage battery of more than two plates observe the following instructions: The strength of acid is the same, no matter how many plates are used. Stand any odd number of plates in the acid, providing every other one with rubber bands, as belore, so that no two plates can touch each other. Then connect all the alternate plates together with a strip of lead, making soldered joints, so that if there are 19 plates in all, nine plates will be connected together to form one big positive plate, and ten will be connected to form one big negative. A POINT TO WATCH. The even number of plates mustalwavs be treated as the negative pole, and in charging, connected to the negative pole of the dynamo, the odd number to the posi tive. The lead strips connecting the negative plates must not touch the positive plates and vice versa. To make a still larger battery, take two or more cells as above and then connect all the positive poles or plates to make one large positive plate and all the negative to make one large negative. However, lor commercial purposes, the process of making storage batteries varies a little lrom that just described, and yet it is so simple that any boy could make this better kind. The most common form of the commercial storage battery is called the "grid type," and is made as follows: To make the positive plate, take a smooth, fiat sheet of lead of the size of the plate desired and about three-eighths of an inch thick and punch in it as many smooth round or square holes as possible without weakening the plate too much. Then make a thick paste of red lead and dilute sulphuric acid, and with a thin piece of hard wood like a iputty knife force the paste into the holes from both sides, leaving a clean, smooth finish to the paste, flush nith the lead plate or "grid." THE NEGATIVE PLATE. Make the negative plate in the same way, only using litharge for the paste instead of red lead. Let the plates dry for 48 hours, and then they are ready to be "formed." To "form," connect up as before described, and charge for eight hours and then discharge. After six complete charges and discharges the plates will be "formed" and ready for use. In this state the paste of the positive plate ought to have a rich brown color, while the paste of the negative plate will have been turned into soft, spongy lead, having a bluish grey color. The proper current for charging anft discharging is about four "amperes per square loot of posi tive plate surface. In calculating the sur face of a plate the twb sides of the plate mnst be taken into account One more point to be considered Is'the re lation of pressure to quantity. As with a reservoir of water, we have so many gallons of water flowing per minute under a press ure of so many feet, so with electricity we have a certain number of amperes of current flowing under a certain pressure in volts. With the reservoir, if we want a greater supply of water we must have a larger res ervoir, or more of them. If we want a greater pressure we must raise the height of the water in the reservoir. QUANTITY AND PEESSUEE. Similarly with batteries; if we want quantity we mnst connect all (the positive poles together to make one positive pole, and all the negatives to make one negative. Or, If we want Increased pressure, we must add together the individual pressures of each cell by connecting the positive pole of one cell to the negative of the next, and the positive of this to the negative oi the next following, and so on. We will then have left one positive pole at one end of the series and a negative pole at the other end, and the total pressure will be the added pressures of the individual cells. Each cell of a storage battery, no matter how many or how few plates it contains, will give two volts of pressure. Two cells con; nected in "series," as above, will give four volts and so on. Bnt the quantity of cur rent depends upon the number and size of the plates in each cell and upon the number of cells with similar poles connected, as has been described. POWEB OP THE BATTEEY. The amperes of current multiplied by the volts of pressure will give the energy in watts, and it takes 746 watts to equal one horse-power. One hundred pounds of a good storage battery, including acid and cells, ought to give one horse-power for one hour. To keep storage battery in good order never let the battery stand idle more than three or four days at a time. Keep the plates well immersed in the acid, adding water to compensate for the loss due to evap orationand never let the plates stand out of the acid long enough to dry. Complete charge is attained when gas is given off freely and to such an extent that the acid looks almost mild-white, due to the fine bubbles. In this state the cells will spray a little. This spray, however, is easily con fined by using glass covers. Scire Facias. EQUAL TO THEEMEEGEUCY. Hovr Shorty Smith Succeeded In Recover ing His Vnluablo Mule, Arizona Miner. "Shorty" Smith, the boss packer of the Bradsbaw Mountains, while driving his pack train up the Del Pasco hill, had a very exciting experience last week. Part of, the mules were loaded with a Frue concentrator. One of the mule1;, the largest in the train. was loaded with the long side sills of the con centrator, one on each side, and when the train had got half way ud the hill and on the steepest part of the trail, the mule with the timbers gave a lurch sideways and landed about 100 feet down the hill and lodged suspended in the air between two oak trees about 15 feet from the ground. How to get the mule down was the next question. But, like-sJl greafaekers, "Shorty" was eqnal to the emergency. He soon took in the situation, rushed up to one of the mules that had some powder, caps and fuse in its pack, which be soon, fixed so as to explode the powder and placed it in the hollow end of one of the trees. He touched a match to the fuse and yelled: "Get out of the road!" and when the' shot went off and the smoke had cleared away "Shorty" looked around and saw Old Tom (the mule) with his load all on walking up the hill to the rest of the train, and not a scratch on him. SLIGHT EEE0E Iff THE TYPE. Why a Yonng Nctrnpnpor Man Wn Anx lotu to Go Off to Sonth America. rWBITTEH FOB THX DISPATCn.! "Why was young Fobbs so anxious to be assigned to do the charity concert last night?" asked the managing editor of the city editor. "I think it was because his best girl sang a solo in it, and he wanted a chance to write a lot of gush about her and make himself solid." "And why is he so anxious this morning to be sent to do the revolution in the Ar gentine Bepublic?" inquired the managing editor. "I've an idea," answered his subordinate, "that it is because Fobbs tried to grow crit ically enthusiastio over his girl's chest notes and they came out in the paper this morn ing as 'chestnuts.'" "Tell him he may go to the Argentine Be public," said the managing editor. And there was a far-away look in the usually stern eyes of the boss, who himself had never married, and about whom there was a vagne legend in the office of a tender romance which came to an untimely end in the early days of his professional career. Polk Swaips. SUBSTITUTE FOB BTJTTEB. The Lntoit Seems to be a Slight Improve ment on Bntlcrlne. According to the Boston Medical and Surgical Journal, M. Hecfcel and Schlag deubai'ffer have discovered and reported upon tt certain Spanish broom-like bush, native of the west coast of Africa, which belongs to the Polygala family, and to which'they have given the specific name of butyracea. The native name of the bush is Malonkang or Ankalaki. Its seeds yield 17.5 per cent of a yellowish butter-like fat of a very agreeable nutty flavor, and which could well serve as a substitute for butter. The fat softens between 28 and 30 O., b eginning to melt at 35, but does not be come fluid below 52. Upon cooling, it remains fluid for a long time, only begin ning to solidify at 33, when it regains its original consistency. It saponifies very easily with alkalies, and contains 31.5 per cent olein, 4.8 per cent free palmitic acid, 57.54 per cent, palmitin, and 6.16 per cent myristin. It contains small quantles of formic and acetic -acids, but no bntyric or valerianic acid, and therefore it does not easily become rancid. A SCALE FOB DEUJKEBB. Tbe Amounts of Alcohol Contained la tho Tiplcnl Beverage. The following figures show the percentage of absolute alcohol by volume in certain typical drinks. They show if a man wants quick action he should take Bussian whisky, as it contains the most alcohol. Tbe figures were obtained at Berlin by a series ot analyses: Weiss beer, American, 2.18; draught beer, 4.20; lager beer, 4.93; export beer, 5.G0; tock beer,, 5.86; porter, 5.87; ale, 6.91; vider, American, well fermented, 6.45; wine, Europe, 10.43; wine, California, 10.73; whisky, Scotch, 50.37; whisky, IrisH, 49.90; whisky, English, 49.40; whisky, Atrierican, corn, 50.00; whisky, American, ry, 60.00; whisky, Bussian, 62.00; brandy, French, 55.00; ram, 49.70; German sounds, 45.00. A MOUNTAIN MATRON. How Aunt Snsy Parker Once Bluffed A Political, Meeting. ROUGH AND EEADT CHAEACTEB. Alice MacGowan Runs Against a Eiflo Muzzle in the Woods. PEEPS IHTO PEETTI MICA MINES rCOKKESrONDENCE OF TUB DISPATCH.! Spki7CE Pine, Toe Bivee, N. C, September 18. J HIS is the conn, try of mica and mica mines, in which I have been sojourning for some weeks. You will pass occa sionally great heaps, ot waste mica by the roadside, or on a stream-edge like piles of sil- - very hoar-frost It 4,or gleaming 1U 'h stores of moon- WjV vf beams; and I Sfl f ffr have ridden to so Phebe has be come tired of shying at the queer looking works, and even refused the other day to have any hysterics over the steam whistle. There is little doing just now in the busi ness. Everybody is anxiously awaiting the fate of mica, as connected with the McKin- leybill. If it goes through with an ad va lorem duty of 35 per cent, the industry, whicn has'been languishing for some years, will reawaken, and things will be lively hereabout once more. These mines seem to the outsider odd little one-horse affairs, and run in a one-horse sort of manner. A man has a mine, so to speak, in his back yard. A little steam engine, a drill, some dynamite and two or three or more men, according to tbe size of the works, is the whole outfit. The inside of a mica mine is a beautiful picture, with the facets of mica glittering like diamonds from the snowy, frosty feldspar in which it is em bedded. .It looks like a fairy grotto in the fitlul light of the little lamps. WOKKED CENTUEIE3 AGO. Some of the largest and best mines show unmistakable evidence of having been worked by some people entirely before the time of the Indians the mound builders it is supposed. In the great mounds at Chili cothe, and at Marietta and various points in Ohio and Wisconsin, there have been fonnd beautiful and ornate cups, vases and weapons of copper and silver, side by side with shells from the Gulf, mica from North Carolina and obsidian and porphyry from Mexico, showing that this great and myten ous people once had a commerce as vast as the country they inhabited. Aunt Susy Parker is a striking example of our type of pioneer women. Strong in body, stout of h'eart, fearless, not a stickler in small matters of any kind, she is a right good friend to the helpless or distressed, a valuable champion to any cause she es pouses, and. a dreaded, adversary. She is a figure in local affairs her energy, capabil ity and general combatitiveness making her prominent in all church and political mat ters, and quite overshadowing TJncle Billy, who, married to any ordinary woman, would be a good deal of a fellow. She has the heroic character, the vigor and capacity of onr New England ioreuiothers, with the drawling accents, free-handed generosity and hospitality, hearty laugh, and, in gen eral, the more easy-goingness of the South. SHE COULD BEAT JIM. I went over to see Aunt Snsy the other day. I fonnd her plowing corn. She in he black calico sunbonnet, and her one old steer hitched to a plow of primitive design, made up a quaint and picturesque group. "I wouldn't do such work. Aunt Susy," said I, "you're getting too old. Why don't you stay in the house, and let Jim do the plowing and field work?" "I sav, Jim," snorted Aunt Susy with scorn, "my shadder's wuth more in thefiel'n Jim. Thishyer's some o' Jim's corn. Miz zabul, sorry little pore stuff! Mighty nigh et up long o' weeds. I say, JimI I c'n do more in one day weth old Longstreet 'n Jim'll do in two, with a good pa'r o' mules." I thought best not to argue the case fur ther. "I'll be done in a mighty few min utes," said she, "time I get these four las' rows run. I'mgoin'to dig a mess o' sweet Haters ther's some big enough over yander and then we'll go the house for dinner." To expedite matters I dug the potatoes, under Aunt Susy's instructions, she mean wbile "laughing consumedly" at my awk wardness, and we went to the house. Aunt Flowing Wilh'Her Bteer. Susy evidently had on her war paint, for the girls all left the front porch and flew to the kitchen, where they affected to be furi ously at work as we approached; the men lingered under the trees instead of coming into the house, and the dogs fled from be fore her face, fairly yelping. THE DINNEE HELPED HEE. But alter a good dinner, sitting on the porch, smoking a pipe of home-made to bacco, her mood was much relaxed, and I conld see she had a sort of grim enjoyment in the consternation Bhe scattered. Turning to me a twinkling smile she said with a chuckle, "Lor a mighty! I'm jest ableeged t' give 'em a tarin'up 'casion'ly. Wnen I'm gone ever' thing'll go to pieces plumb to pieces!" Seeing her mollified humor I ventured to reler to a story I had recently been told. It was to tbe effect that not long alter the war, and while political feeling ran high, there was to be a public speaking at town. The county was strongly Bepub lican, and It came to Aunt Susy's" ears that there was a plot hatching to "run off" the Democratic speaker. The evening came; the Court House was crowded, every door and window nlled with curious 'faces. There was a feeling of strained expectancy; the atmosphere was fairly explosive; the small minority of Democrats felt pretty blue; the small Democratic speaker, with out a single backer behind him. was in a bad fix, and began to look pale, when Aunt Susy Parker pushed her way through the crowd, Stalked to the stand, and going be hind him, clapped her hand down on his shoulder: ' BOUND TO HAVE FAIR PLAT. "Now, you just talk my little man," said sne; "you go ngbt ahead an say your say, i'll Dacs yei The story, as I had heard It, went m ' 1 1 1fian 1!I!lJlS. yi far, M m ' -WWW further than this, and I had always been curious to know tbe conclusion. "What would you have done, Aunt Susy what did you expect to do, if they had attacked you?" "I'd a fit em, I reckon." "Well, what did they do? How did you come out?" "Hohl Hoh! Hohl Hob! Hon!" Aunt Susylaughed with a sort of vocal bounce ofi of each syllable. It was inde scribably jolly like falling down a stair way of ladghter and sounding every step. "Why, we jest flummixed 'em out," said she, wiping her eyes. "That little feller I liked that little man, an' if some of the rest on 'em 'd stud by 'im like I did we'd a run 'tother crowd out, 'slid o' them runnin' us that little feller jest pulled off his coat when he see hit looked like a fight, an' 'bout that time some un over in the fur cor ner of the room hollered out, 'I'm in fur thrpwin' 'im out tbe winderl' SHE WAS LOADED. " 'That's you, Bud Snipes, is it?' says I. 'Et yo're wantin' to talk so bad jes' come out an' tell us the hull o' that hog stealin business!' Bud never said no more, an' I never seed him agin that night. But a hull passel on 'em riz up an' started to'dsus. " 'You Polk Sayles, come on,' says I. 'Tliesber'ffaint.hyer 'th, them papers h's got fer ye.' " 'Zeb Buckanan, th' aint no barns t' burn hyeerl This aint shoorely in yoreline.' " 'Whar's that Ar'sh pedler 'twnz missed up yore way las full, Jim Bales? Come on! A feller kin' jest e-vaporate a Ar'sh pedler nee'n'ta be skeert of a ol woman an' a boyl When ye've hooped us out yo kin go home an' have er big dinner off 'n yer neighbor's chickens and roas'en yers.' " 'Don't be hangin' back, Si Gutredge, ye low-down, wife-beatin', drunken scoun'll This yer's just the job for yel' "I wuz bilin' mad, an' I didn't keer what I said, an' I fa'rly cussed 'em out 'Come on, ye dogs! mizzable cowardly houns, all on yel Thieves, an' cutthroats, an' drunkards, an' wile-beaterst Don't stan' back fer little niore'n a boy, an' one ol' woman!' THE SPEAKING WENT ON. "They sorter stopped, an' our folks heart ened up a little. Some'nn put a pistol In my hand, I looked at my little man, an' seed he had one, too. Them tellers I'd called out i in w i .:?, hj - 7111' -! -7f , " -I-75 i r. 4p" lft a Foman, He Said. by name, sorter scattered out and melted off; the rest wuz decent sort o' folks, an', gentle-men, we had a plum out-an'-out good speakin! My little man sent his hat round 'mongst the boys airterwards an' raised the money to buy me a nice black alpackv dress I've got it yit Hoh! Hoh! Hob! Hoh! Ho! Them wuz great times, shore!" The next day just as I was about to leave I remarked regretfully that I had not been able to interview any moonshiners except at long range, or in jail, or something o that sort, and had never seen a "blockaded' still. "Lor' love ye, honey! Why, I k'n jest fix ye up all right hold on a min'it." She dived' back into the house, and returned with an empty quart flask in her hand. "ThaT, take that an' ride up" and she gave me long and intricate directions to an out-of-the-way place far up in the moun tains. - "When ye git thar tell Bob he'sMo fill that agin fer Aunt Susy .Parker, an'tl said show you the still an' it'll be all right." IN PBONT OF A OTJN. Well, I was charmed at the prospect. I had a delightful ride. We were going ahead at a good pace, I whistling with great abandon and enjoyment, when Phebe sud denly lifted a fine ear distrustfully, then stopped altogether. "Now, look here, Phebe," said I "you have the advantage of me in being born and raised in the mountains, and you ought not to-; " Just then I heard a small, quick rustle near us, a rolling of loose stones and saw a man with a saw in his hand slip down the side of the ravine, run to a tree where a gun was leaning, snatch it up and level it at me! It was the first time I had ever had a gun aimed at me in broad daylight, in dead earnest, and by a determined looking man, and my sensations were extremely un pleasant. Indeed, I was scared. I couldn't think of anything in the world, and sat staring at that gun muzzle, an hour it secerned to me. when a second man sud denly emerged from nowhere, and scream ing, "Sates a mightv, Eph! It's a woman! Hold on," ran to my murderer, struck up the gun barrel just as the thing went ofi; it kicked, and they both went over onto the ground. No. 1 jnmped up and bawled out: "Hor up yer ban s, and ride out into tbe open!" Phebe had already "rid out into the open," so, as soon as I get her hauled up, I held up my hands. Both men were roaring with laughter. "Lord o mercy! Ye mighty nigh skured me to death," said No. 1. AFTEE THE EESCUE. "Well, that's pretty good," said I, in an injured tone, "I thought I was the scared one." "But I thought you's a revenue raider! Laws, Sis, what on airth makes ye wearsich a riggin' round in these hyer mountains? Hits plumb dangerous!" I took stock ot my get-up, and couldn't gainsay tbe man much. Seeing only the upper part of my form as be had he couldn't be blamed for bis mistake. The "riggin" consisted ot the soft felt cavalryman hat, be fore referred to, pulled down over my face pretty well, and a dark neglige flannel shirt (the gift of an affectionate lather, when it had become too small for his manly form) with which, for greater freedom and ease, I had replaced my close babit basque, and a four-in-hand tie which I considered unbe coming to my brother's style. "Well, I guess one of you is Bob. isn't he?" said I. "Yes," replied No. 2. "Well," I remarked,- pulling out the flask, "Aunt Susy Parker says " Both men began to laugh. " 'Light! 'light!" said Bob; "come in an have some dinner." He helped me off very gracefully. No. 1 took Phebe away, and Bob and I went back through the thick woods into a little cabin. "Here's a gal come from Aunt Susy Par ker, Hey," said Bob, "an' Eph like to shot 'er fer a raider. But she do look mightily like a boy 'ith that hat on does, don't she?" We had a first rate dinner of beans and bacon, corn bread, buttermilk, sweet pota toes, honeyand coffee, and then they showed me tbe still down in a sort of cellar under tho honse, so the smoke could go out the one chimney. The quart flask was filled, and I rode away witn many humorous comments from tbe men, and the advice to either re form my costnme or find some safer amuse ment than hunting up blockaded stills. Alice MacGowan. It MlfEbt be DtofuL New Tort. Evening San.: Paralysis of the nind legs is epidemic among Connecticut cats. If only Congress men could be inoculated! with it now and Incapacitated from rearing to address the ChaSl . ' ftPii iw .. c. . 'irw hiJ A NOVEL DEALING WITH COTEMPORABY LIFE. WBITTEN FOB THE DISPATCH. BY WILLIAM BLACK, Author of "A Princess of T7iule,' "Sunrise," and Many Other Stories of the Highest Beputation on Two Continents. SYNOPSIS OF PUEVIO08 CHAPTERS. The story opens at Piccadilly with aged George Bethnne and his granddaughter, Maisrie, on their way to tbe residence of Lord Musselburgh. The old gentleman is of a noble Scotch honso and claims to have been defranded of bis property rights. Itow be is encaged in preparing for the publication of a volume ol Scotch-American poetry, and his errand to Lord Mosselbnrg is to procure assistance from him. Maisrie is jnst bnddlng into womanhood and feels humiliated when ber grandfather accepts 50 from Lord Mnsselbarg. On tbe way home she asks ber grand father when be will begin the work. She receives an evasive answer which evidently convinces ber that her grandfather is not in earnest At last she begs ber grandfather to allow ber to earn a living tor tbe two. He refuses in his proudest vein, intimating tbat people sbonld feel highly honored to bave the opportunity to assist the family of Bethnne of ilalloray. Yonng Vin. Harris overheard the conversation at Lord Musselburg's residence and became strangely interested in the young girl. He bad been trained for a brilliant political career; his father is very rich and given to Socialistic ideas. Vin, is still studying and finds an exense in the Interruptions at bis father's house to secure a suite of rooms just across the street from Malsrie's borne. He has an aunt Mrs. Ellison, who is just now busy impressing him with tbe importance of securing an American wife for himself. Intimating tbat tbe bride will not be wltbont a liberal dowry if Vin. marries a girl of ber choice. At bis rooms Vin. is greatly touched by Maisrie's tnnes on tbe violin, and straightway he secures a piano on which be answers her plaintive notes. This at last leads to a formal introdnction of the yonng people. Vin. invites tbe pair to visit Henley Regatta. At the regatta Mrs. Ellison is prevailed upon by Vin. to meet the Bethunes. She studies them intently, and intimates on part ing that she has been compromised by the visit. Maisrie makes no effort to conceal from Mrs. Ellison their poverty or social standing. Mrs. Ellison consults Lord Musselburgh and comes to the conclusion that George Ketbune and bis daughter are after Vln's money. Shs starts out to save him, bnt Maisrie wins her with a song. In order to make possible a tonr of Scotland with tho Bethunes, yonng Harris writes to an American editor to learn if tbe ma terials for Mr. Betbune's book conld not be collected by a clerk, thus saving the old man his proposed ocean journey. He is astonished to receive in reply a letter stating that a work snch as Mr. Betbunc proposed is on the eve of publication in America, and worse yet that Mr. Betbnne knows all about it. It almost convinces Vin. that his old friend is a first-class fraud in having Solicited aid for a work bo conld not possibly bring oat. Still be has no doubts of Malsrie's honesty, and at last asks old George Bethnne if he may make it his business to pro tect her. The next thing tbat happens is the engagement of Lord Musselburgh and Mrs. Ellison. Mr. Carmichael, of the Edinburgh Chronicle, gives Mr. Bethune the privilege of writing weekly letters on Scottish ballads. Maisrie is delighted, for she sees now a way to win money. In ber joy she inadvertently discloses to Vincent ber real feelings toward him. CHAPTER XII. INTERPOSITION. Yes, she had come near so near that she seemed to absorb his very life. He could think of nothing but her. As he walked away down through the dark streets he im agined her to be still by his side; he tried to fancy he conld detect some faint perfume of sandalwood in the surrounding air; his right hand tingled yet with the touch of her warm, interclaspiug fingers. And if at one moment his heart beat high with the assurance that she had confessed her love and given herself to him, the next he tortured himself with vague alarms, and wondered how the long night was to be got through, before he could go up to her in the morniog, and challenge her to speak. All the future was filled with her; and there again he saw himself by her side, the strong and confident protector of this poor alien waif. And yet if he had mistaken that mute little declaration of hers? What if, after all, it was merely a timid expression, involuntary and unpremeditated, ot her friendship, her kindness, her gratitude? Well, he Inew he could get no confirma tion of either his audacious hopes or his de pressing fears until the next day; and as the alternation between the moods was altogether a maddening thing, he resolved to seek re lief and distraction. As soon as he got to his own room down in Qrosvenor Place he took out a foolscap sheet at paper which had certain pencilings on it These formed, in fact, an outline sketch of a lecture which he bad undertaken to deliver before the Men dover free Library Association; aud it was high time he was getting on with it, lor the meeting was to be held in the following week. Bnt strange things happened with this sheet of paper. Apparently the pen oiled heading wa "The tfnscrupulousness of Wealth;" but the longer he looked at the title, the more clearly did it spell out "Maisrie Bethune." Tbe sub-headings, too, began to reveal hidden mysteries. Here was one which on the face ot it read "Cir cumstances In which the capitalist may be come a tyrant in spite of himself." But be- WHAT HAVE I hold! that scrawl slowly disappeared, and in its place a picture grew into existence. He seemed to recognise the big gray building was it not the mansion-house of Balloray? and well he knew the figure of the tall young girl with the long-flowing hair, who, in riding habit, came ont on to tbe terrace, above the wide stone steps. Is this her grandfather, proud featured, light-hearted, with the same un daunted demeanor as of old, come to wave her goodby? The splendor of the morning is all around her; tnere is a white road out side the grounds, and an avenue of beech trees dappled with sun and shade: when she vanishes into that wonderland of foliage, she seems to take the light of tbe day away with her. And again, what further mira cle is this? ; Another vision interposes, and at length becomes dominant; and this one is very different; this one is of a street In Toronto. And here also is a young girl; but now she is all in black; and she is all alone she knows not one of those passers by. Pale and pensive she walks on; her eyes are downcast; perhaps she is thinking of wide intervening seas, and of her loneli ness, and of one who used to be her friend. Tears? but of what avail are these, here In this strange city? they are only a confession of helplessness perhaps of despair. Vincent Harris got up and walked about the room; at this rate tbe members of the Mendover Free Library Association were not likely to receive much instruction. And indeed he did not return to that sheet ot fools'cap; bis brain oould conjure up quite sufficient visions of the luture without hav ing recourse to any palimpsest discoveries; while as for his hand wel! perhaps the hand that Maisrie had .held oyer her heart for one wild, breathless moment, was a little too unsteady to nse a pencil. If only tbe hours would go bylvHe tried to read and could not. He go tic-Id of a map of Scot land, and traced out the line of travel he should like to 'follow ii Maisrie and her grandfather and hlawelf should ever atari nP on their long-projected tour. He turned to a map of the United States, and sought ont Omaha; Maisrie's birtbplace was not dis tinguished by any difference of type, and yet he regarded those five letters with a curious interest and fascination. He recalled his having stood on the heights of Council Bluffs, and looked across tbe yellow Mis souri; and now he marveled that he could have contemplated the wide, straggling city with comparative indifference. Perhaps, by diligent seeking on the morrow for the capital of Nebraska is an important place he might even in London discover a photo graph or two to pnt on his mantel-shelf; and then he could stand opposite and say, "Why, Maisrie must have passed that railway station many a time!" or "Maisrie must often have looked up to the spire of the High School, there on the hill. To think that he had been twice in Omaha without caring without knowing! And so bis eyes rested on this little word in the middle of the big map; but bis imagination was far away. "Well, the longest nlgnt mnst have an end; and yet the new dawn brought no sur cease to his anxieties; for how was he to have an opportunity of speaking with Mais rie alone? He was up in tbe little Mayfair street betimes, and made some pretense of beginning work; but that was soon aban doned, lie could not keep his eyes on any book or paper when there were those two windows over the way. When would she appear there to water tbe chrysanthemums in the little balcony? Ii she accidentally caught sight of him, might not some tell tale flush reveal all he wanted to know? Or she might be coming out on some errand so that he could quickly follow her? Or perhaps her grandfather might be going to the library, leaving her at home by herself? Tnedoor ot the house opposite grew to be as fascinating as the windows; unknown possi bilities might be sprung npon him at any moment. It was quite a cheerful morning for Lon don in November. If pale mists hung about the thoroughfares, at least some trace of blue was discernible overhead; and on the panes of tbe higher windows the sun light sbone here and there a dull gleaming gold. The butcher's boy whistled loudly as he marched by; tbe cabman flicked at his horse out of mere good humor; the DONE, VINCENT? f ostlers in the adjacent mews made merry with bandied jests. It seemed too una a morning for the collation of Scotch ballads; and so, indeed, it proved to be, for about 11 o'clock the door across the way was opened and out came Mr. Bethune and bis grand daughter into the wintry sunlight Maisrie did not look up. The two were talking to gether as they went along the little thorough fare and turned into Park street Tbe next moment Yin Harris bad snatched up his hat and gloves and was off in pursuit But he did not seek to overtake them. On tbe contrary, he kept as wide a spaca between them and him as he had dons be fore he had ever dared to address them; and . yet the distance was not so great but that he could observe Maisrie's everygestsre and the graceful motion of every step. She wore those hanging sleeves, too, that had hidden his arm on the preceding night those hanging sleeves that had allowed her to say something id secret to him, even amid the noise and movement of a great crowd. And now tbat he saw ber actual self instead of the vague phantom of his reveries, he plucked up courage. Yes, she must have known what she was doing. Those were flesh and blood fingers that had taken hold of his; when she raised his hand to her heart, it conld not have been alto gether through inadvertence. Once or twice a wild fancy got into his head that here and now he wonld hasten forward, and seize her arm, as if by right, and say, 'Maisrie, there is no need of words between us; I am here at your side, and mean- to remain here. Whatever that message meant, I claim you as mine.' And then again he drew back. What if there were some mistake7 Hyde Park did not seem a fitting place for ex planations. Aud then, her grandfather might be more than astonished. Yet hour after hour of tbis terrible day went by, and brought him no nearer to the discovery he longed for. When Malsre and her grandfather returned from their stroll through the park the young man went btk m 2 i 7 v 7 .A i i 'A 0&- ffisi
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