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proceed 'without loss of time to .Fisher's
Polly and put matters right while there was
Etilltime. The man had awakened a deep
interest in "Westcott's mind concerning the
old house and its surroundings, not omitting
the beautiful Miss Carter. Indeed, the
young man had pictnred to himself a lovely
girl, from the Indian's description, lighting
the Golden lamp, long before the "vision"
came in sight. The first glimpse of Marian,
when entering the precincts of Fisher's Folly
a few hours a?o,had somewhat resembled the
realization of a dream.
But "Westcott had no time for such re
flections at this moment, for he had reached
the foot of the steps and had come upon a
long passage, it was at right angles to the
steps; it widened out sufficientlyto enable
him to walk straight ahead. He at once
quickened his pace, bat he was careful as he
advanced to observe every detail of the
brickwork, for he dreaded the mere thought
of losing his way in such a dark and mys
terious locality.
To anyone with a belief in the super
natural, however slight, this was not an ex
pedition likely to awaken afeeling of skepti
cism. More than one strange fancy flashed
across "Westcott's brain. A sudden -current
of air, which he aow encountered, was like
the icy breath of some unseen phantom that
had hurried by. But this only proved to be,
when he raised his lantern and examined
the walls, a small iron grating, which was
doubtless placed there for ventilation. But
he had no sooner explained away this phe
nomenon than a more weird sensation seized
upon him. The noise of muffled footsteps
broke upon his ear footsteps that seemed
to be approaching nearer and nearer, for
each moment they sounded more dis
tinctly, and beyond the passage along
which he was advancing. "Was it the tread
of a sentinel, in the shape of Mr Girdle
stone's ghost, o guard over the bags of
gold? "Westcott stopped and listened. The
sound of the footstep ceased; he had heard
the echo of his own footfall In an extensive
vault A pace beyond where he had stopped
would have brought him to the entrance; a
few feet more and he would probably have
fallen head foremost into the cellar.
"Was it to be wondered at that the Indian
servant, "Westcott now thought, had fled so
precipitately from this house in Fisher's
Folly after his matter's death? If he had
once followed him into these vaults, as the
man professed to have done, his sudden
dread could be understood. i.r. Girdlestone
must have seemed, in the eyes of this unre
flectingnath e,somethingalmost superhuman
a being whose disembodied spirit haunted
Fisher's Folly. Had not a shadowy form,
as he imagine'd, appeared to him when he
was on the point of revealing the secret?
E cu "Westcott, who was among the most'
skeptical concerning disembodied spirits,
began to experience a certain "indehnable
tremor; for the vault at the edge of which
he now found himself had no visible limit.
The light from the lantern in whichever
wey lie directed it gave him no clue as to
the dimensions of the place: it was, he
could only conclude, am immense cellar. He
6hrank back with a natural feeling of hesi
tation. "Which direction should he take?
If he descended and went forward into the
impenetrable darkness, the chance of find
ing his way back appeared remote. His
only plan would be to follow, if possible,
the direction of the wall, either to the right
or to the left. By this means he might,
without abandoning all "hope, continue the
search.
"Before taking another step forward.
howeicr, he resolved to 'make a close
examination of the spot. And he
soon di-covered that the entrance
to this passage along which he had come
had been cut out of the brick walL The
hole was nnsymmetrical, but sufficiently
large for an ordinary-sized man to pass
through. The bricks which had doubtless
been taken from this hole lay in a heap two
or three feet below. "While "inspecting this
heap, over which he had been on the point
of stumbling, the light from the lantern
fell upon something which set "Wesitcott's
heart oeating fait The floor of the cellar,
as far as he could see, was unpaved: it was
covered w ith damp-looking clay. He crept
down over the bricks and alighted upon It
The clay was trodden down into a distinct
footpath toward the left and close
under the wall! To what point
could this footpath lead? "Westcott did not
hesitate another second. Bending forward,
with the lantern almost touching the ground,
ecSrelittiy i'oTOdT,me"u'lreirtrS&.
Presently he stopped and raised the lan
tern. He was standing opposite a closed
aoor. in ms impatience lie strucK it with
his heel; but it resisted the shock. He
liastened to detach the key from the lantern
and place it in the kej hole. It fitted the
lock, but no force could move the Ley; it
resisted all his efforts to turn it
Westcott drew the key out of the lock in
despair. He stood looking at it with a
puzzled face. But presently the puzzled
expression changed. His eyes became
hopeful and animated. He noticed
marks of rust upon the key marks
which were not there when he placedit in
the lock He knelt down and opened the
lantern. Having unscrewed the Limp near
the wick, he found the lower part more than
half full of oil. He poured some dropsupon
th key and again thrust it in the keyhole.
After some persuasion it began to show
signs of yielding. Then thev moved, then
stuck, then moved again. NVesteott's pa
tience was becoming exhausted; hii face
fluhed and his hands shook from exoite
ment Suddenly the key turned and the
door flew open. "Westcott raised the lantern
hastily above his head and went stealthily
forward.
Meanwhile, Mr. Carter, asleep in his arm
chair, was dreaming about his old partner.
He dreamt that he could hear him pacing
up and down the dining hall, while he sat
at his writing table in the office belo jr. It
seemed to him that Mr. Girdlestone had
found out the disastrous state of affairs; that
the discovery had brought him out of his
grave, aud that he was exerting all his great
financial faculties in order to save the house;
and his peculiar walk, as it appeared to Mr.
Carter, expressed his anger at the situation.
He felt himself greatly humilated. He .had
not the courage to go and place the matter
clearlj before Mr. Girdlettone. He was
persuaded of his inferiority as a financier
though he had done his best, as he kept re
peating to himself, he "had done his best"
But the monotonous tread of his relentless
partner still went on: it seemed to enter
into the ery throbbings of his brain. He
could not shut out the sound. At length
it became so unbearable that he cried ont in
despair, and awoke. .
"Did you call me, father?"
Marian was standing at the entrance to
the dining room with her eves fixed
anxiously upon the merchant Mr. Carter
put his hand to his forehead perplexedly.
"A strange dream," he muttered. Then
suddenly looking up, he said: "Where is
John?"
Marian glanced at the clock. The ten
minutes which John "Wescott had named
had almost expired. "Would he soon return?
She listened with intense eagerness for any
indication of his coming.
Again Mr. Carter passed his hand across
his brow. "I have been dreaming," said
he. "Am I dreaming now?" and he
glanced round the room. Suddenly he
started up. "Where is the Golden Lamp?"
At this moment, Marian, stand
ing within her boudoir and neat the
secret panel, heard a slight noise;
but she dreaded to look round;
she dreaded to take her eyes from her
father's face. She spoke to herself in a
low tone of despair: "What shall I do?"
Immediatelv a muffled tone whispered in
reply: "Tell him everything. AlliswelL"
Mr. Carter had sunk into his chair. Ma
rian approached him. Her face brightened
with a sudden feeling of gratitude and de
light, but the merchant did not look up.
"I have been dreaming," he repeated. "I
dreamt that Mr. Girdlestone had come back
to life that he was pacing up and down
this room. He seemed to know all about
our troubles."
Marian sat down beside the merchant
"rather," said she, "I, too, hive had a
dream."
He looked up with a smile. "About Mr.
Girdlestone?" There was always something
cheering in his daughter's voice.
"Partly," she replied, "and partly abont
his money."
"His money, Marian?"
"Yes. I have been dreaming that news
had reached ui about Mr. Girdlestone'! In
dian servant He knew everything con
nected with his master's affairsThe even knew1
the meaning of that key which has been "bo
long a mystery to us."
"Why, Marian "
"That is not all. The news that reached us
in my dream was that the key opened a
secret strong room. The Indian was conscience-stricken;
and on his deathbed im
plpred some one to' come and tell "us all
about it And," added Marian, "some one
came some one who took the lantern and
the key and went in search of the strong
room; for in this secret place, as I dreamt,
there are bags and bags of gold."
The merchant was now looking keenly
into his daughter's face. Marian did not
return his glance, but she placed her hand
persuasively on his arm, for he had half
risen irom his chair. "The only way, father,
to reach this strong room," continued Marian
"the only way that the, Indian knew of
was by moving a panel in the walL And
the person to whom he confided this secret
a person related to4Mr. Girdlestoae
followed his instructions and found "
"Found what?"
Marian could no longer keep her father
from starting out of the chair. He had
fuessed the meaning of her words,
e was beginning to comprehend
that, heedful of hiB anxiety, she
was trying, in her love for him, to breakthe
news of some good fortune which had be
fallen them, and in such a manner that it
might not come upon him too suddenly.
She stood looking attentively at his anxious
face as he walked up and down the room.
He seemed to be mastering the sudden
emotion which the dawning knowledge of
Drignter aays naa awacened. Presently
Marian put her hands gently upon his
shoulders and looked up into his face. 'It
is no dream, father. It is true. The per
son to whom Mr. Girdlestone's servant con
fided all this is Mr. "Wescott But it was
his wish, before raising your expectations,
to make sure tbfct the man's story was well
founded. It is well founded; and Mr.
"Wsstcott is waiting to tell you all the de
tails himself."
Marian indnced her father to re
sume his place by the hearth. Ho
sat down, and with his hands pressed
to his forehead, stared vacantly at the
lire. But suddenly he looked up. A quick
step had caught his ear. Westcott stood
before Mm with the lantern in one hand and
an old-looking bag. in the other.
"Mr. Carter," were his first words, "make
your mind easy. The house of Girdlestone
& Co. is saved. This bag must contain at
least 1,000 guineas, and there are more than
SO like ft in the strongroom. Is not this
convincine?" It was yellow and rotten
from age, and the action of raising it burst
open the sides, and the floor was imme
diately covered, with gold. The guineas
clinked and spun about in all direc
tions; and some of them rolling
toward the hearth, settled down at Mr. Car
ter's feet
Neither John "Westcott nor Marian's
father thought of seeking any rest that
night They were too deeply occupied with
a minute examination of the cellars undei
the old house in Fisher's Folly, and bags ol
gold that Mr. Girdlestone's relative had dis
covered there. No place could have better
served a hoarder's purpose, for it was a
secret strong room that had been built cen
turies ago in which to store treasure in the
time of civil war or serious rioting in the
city of London.
It would have done Mr. Girdlestone's
heart good, let us hope, had he wit
nessed the prosperous turn which
the old firm now took Under
Mr. Carter's Instruction for Marian's
father was in reality an excellent man of
business John "Westcott becamj in time as
great a financier as his uncle had been be-
lore him. Arm when he was urged to ac
cept a partnership in the house, a year or
two after the memorable date of his return
to England, he could not refuse for he and
Marian had in the meantime learned to love
each other. Besides, the will which he
found had named him his uncle's heir. And
so, after their marriage, Mr. Girdlestone's
house was for many years their chosen
home.
This old mansion In Fisher's Felly, still
standing in these modern times, is unten
anted. It has a lonely and dilapidated ap
pearance. The windows including the
great central window, within which the
Golden Lamp onj nnrL jgJegrimed
wflft, dnstaggjfanofcg ; d the steps below
are as green as antiquated tombstones. A
great padlock and chain are affixed to the
tront door; for the lease had run out at last,
and this landmark in the history of London
will soon be demolished and "forgotten.
Thomas Bit. Sort, in Chamber's Journal.
A BABY HEBO.
APathetfo Little Story of a Brave Child In
the Hospital.
Detroit Tree Press. ,
His face was white and the soft drifts of
golden hair lay as thistledown on his pil
low and formed an aureole about his head.
The look of pain was in his eyes, as it was
always, but there was something that had
just come mere, a gieaxu 01 conscious priae,
which expressed itself, too, in his halting,
baby speech," forke was only a baby, one of
many in the Children's Free Hospital.
As he was wheeled through the ward on a
low stretcher on his way to the operating
room he would wave his small hand to his
fellow sufferers.
"Me getty op'rash'n," he said proudly;
"me getty well."
Nor did that look leave his eyes when he
was laid tenderly on the operating table,
and the great big doctor in the great, long
brown robe prepared to cut into that trouble
some hip where the disease was located, and
which had prevented him from walking a
step alone.
The nurses in their white caps and aprons
stood near, ready to assist the doctor. A
youDg doctor was to administer the chloro
form, and a student held the case contain
ing the instruments that were to be used.
Still there was no fear in those bright
eyes, nor did the white face grow troubled
at sight ot so mucn preparation.
"Me getty well now. It was
i was -not a ques-
tion. but a statement.
"Yes, little man, you will get well now."
said the doctor, and then there was only the
short word of command that wag almost
military in its precision, and after on anxious
half hour it was all over.
"When they carried him back to the ward,
a little new head lay on the pillow of the cot
next to liis, and he looked over at the new
comer with a wan smile of welcome.
"Getty op'rash'n? Getty well, too?" he
asked faintly.
Then his eves closed and shut out the
world and he drifted away to the slumberous
land of Nirvana, while Science, his foster
mother, watched athls pillow to see him
"getty well."
'
HE WOK THE BET,
And by So Doing Proved Himself Sharper
Than His Fellow.
CMctfO Herald.
Two drummers were lounging near the
register of the Grand Pacific last evening.
A well-dressed man of medium age, with
sandy mustache and chin whiskers, briskly
walked across the rotunda to the telegraph
office.
"It's funny," spoke up one of the drum
mers, "how much more a close observer
learns of people than another."
"How is that?"
"Sou see that well-fed looking man with
a silk hat at the telegraph office.
"What of him?"
"I know a good deal about him just from
observation. He is a politician in the first
place, for you notice how cautiously he
fuards his blank while writing his dispatch,
te is from Minnesota, you know that by the
cut of his coat, and a blind person could tell
that he walks like a St Paul man. I'd be
willing to bet a bottle of wine that all of my
points are correct"
"That's a go. Mr. Clark, who is that man
at the telegraph office?"
"Governor Merriam, of St Paul, sir."
"Didn't I tell you?" exclaimed the drum
mer to his friend. "Now get out your kodak
and we will take a drink
"With pleasure, after you answer one
question. How did you know that was the
Governor of Minnesota? Surelyt it wasn't
by his walk and all that, as you said?"
"Of course not I saw him register.
Nextl"
NYE'S COUNTRY SEAT.
Heavy;Set Cottage That He Calls the
Skyland Thought Works,
A YANDERBILT FOE A NEIGHBOR,
The Wee Times Be Will Have With Him at
This Bural Retreat.
BESOUBCES OP BUNCOMBE COUNT!
cobbmfoxdeitcx or ims Disr-ATcn.
BkCTiASD, Buncombe Co., N. C, June 5.
UNCOMBEcoun
ty, which mayalso'
properly be
spelled Bunkum,
is a large and
beautiful county
on the French
Broad and Swan
anoa rivers, with
Asheville as the
county seat The
name itself gave
rise to the expres
sion "Talking for
Bnnconb'e,"
which is now a
classic, toward the
close of the. fa
mous debate on
the "Missouri
'question" in the
Sixteenth Con
gress. It was used
at that time, 'ac
cording to his
tory, by Felix
"Walker, an old mountaineer of the cute,
quaint and curious variety so common and
so delightful in the hills of "Western North
Carolina and Eastern Tennessee. He lived,
I am told, at "Waynesville, in Haywood
county, on the borders of Buncombe, which
was also one of the counties of his district
The old man arose to speak in the midst
of a stormy howl for the ''question," and, it
is said, when an hour or two only remained
of the session. He rambled on in an aimless
sort of way, which is so exasperating to
bright young Congressmen whose heads are
yet big with their first unuttered speech.
"Why He Insisted on Talking.
Felix could not talk for sour apples, it
was said, but as yet he had not himself made
a speech, and he felt that he could not look
the voters of Hickory township. and Sandy
Mush in the face if yielded to others and
went-home without brightening upthe pages
of the Congressional Jlecord. When the
forensic sprouts of the Sixteenth Congress
therefore, came to him and offered
to him their bright new Con
gressional jackknives if he would
quit, he simply shut his lips closer and
stated, aa the gavel fell, that ne was talking
only for Buncombe.
Buncombe county has an area of 450
square miles, and is bounded on the east by
the Blue Bidge. It is very mountainous,
but fertile, with an all purpose climate tint
cannot be beaten in the world. Cattle,
grain, tobacco and wool are among the pro
ducts. Skyland is where I am as this letter
is being written. It is a small but growing
Elace, containing 37 inhabitants and 8
eadof horsei. It is quiet here at present,
of course, owing to shrinkage in values at
the large money centers, out this, it is
thought by our best minds down at the
store, cannot last long.
Eb Cottage Is Heavy Set
My house is rather a heavy set cottage,
and is made from the trees which grew
where the house now stands. IL-Ji!GSSt"e maple syrup
towaro. a nine Drawling sireggj called
Croup creek L call inXJiiSC&the Skyland
Thought "Works. IajSome like thegen-
tlemaninthe fOEgST-onnJ nf the n1mnn!u
et my works show for themselves. Sky
land has an inexhaustible water supply,
consisting of Croup creek and a couple of
Eatent wooden pails on which bonds have
een issued bearing a low rate of interest
The works are in charge of my coachman,
and I also control the bon'j. As the town
grows we propose to put in another bucket
service".
George Yanderbilt's extensive new
f'ounds command a fine view of- my place,
was over there yesterday to see how the
work was progressing. It is a beautiful
site. One can see from the foundations of
his prospective mansion for miles up the
beautiful French Broad river, and the
Bmoky tops of the soft, blue mountains
make a magnificent picture of gentleness
and repose.
A Friendly Call on Mr. Vanderbilt.
It is a pleasant sight to drive over there
on a quiet morning, when the thrush is sing
ing in the persimmon branches and the paw
paw is soughing in the mountain zephyr, to
see Mr. Vanderbilt, with a little leather
bootleg bag of shingle nails tied around, his
waist, laying shingles on an outbuilding
which he proposes to use as a chicken house,
or, possibly, wearing a pair of lime spattered
rfSSSM
WftrWm
Sm Eye at Homt.
boots and finishing out a chimney as he
cheerily (alls for "More mort." He likes
to be busy, he says. "Duty done is the
soul's fireside," he remarked to me yester
day, as he put a lot of nice fresh liniment on
his thumb and showed me where a pretty
little pink nail was sprouting over the ruins
of the other one.
Mr. Vanderpilt will have one of the most
extensive and beautiful, if not the most ex
tensive, expensive 'and beautiful home in
the world. One reason I have not yet fin
ished up my place is that I wont first to see
what George does, and thus get the advant
age of his experience. He does not mind
that, he says. His house will be bigger
than Charlie Kuster's hotel at Lanmie
City, and will have hot and cold water and
gas in every room. The servants will oc
cupy rooms entirely apart from the family.
Mr. Vanderbilt will keep help the year
round. He has set out his pieplant already,
and yesterday ordered a Bpan of horseradish
plants.
A Kailroad All for Himself.
A raikod running from Baltimore, on the
main line to Mr. Yanderbilt's place is owned
by him, and is used solely for conveying
building material and salaries to the men.
It is called the Vanderbilt system. Twenty
thousand dollars per month is the sum paid
at present to men working on the grounds,
aside from those who are building. And yet
my grounds, especially on Monday, present,
I think, more cheerful appearance than
his'n does. I often tell him that when our
folks are rinsing out their white clothes in
the second water, and placing my new par
boiled shirts on the lawn to bleach, I know
of no landsoape gardener who can begin to
get such effects as we do.
Mr. Vanderbilt is verv Popular here, es
pecially on Saturday evenings; but he 11 not
k' . TT
gfo
w ft
loved alone for his vast wealth. Here, as
on Staten Island or in the city, he is known
as a quiet, studious, thorough gentleman
and scholar, as well as a good judge of the
native wines made here in the .mountain
fastnesseffof the State out of the grains and
cereals of Carolina, and used to shorten the
long stage waits formerly so pairfulwhen
the Governors of the two Carolinas were
thrown together.
The richest of gold mines known, prior to
the acquisition of Carolina, were found in
"worth Carolina, and yielded 5500 to the
busheL Possibly the reader thinks lam
trving to be facetious, but that was tke rate
J500 to the bushel of earth for it was a
I... mIa ft CI nivt nin t.:i 41
jjioccr mine u v",wvw.vwv nuuc me mine
was being worked. Then it suddenly be
came nooaea, ana a. Deiieve is still a little
moist as this letter goes to press.
Treasures In the Bowels of the Earth.
Diamonds of fine water, and from one
half to two karats in weight, have been
found in the State, but not in sufficient
quantities to interfere with agriculture.
Fine detached crystals of zircon, garnets
and graphite occur in Franklin, Lincoln
and Macklenburg counties. North Carolina
is also headquarters for granular or crystal
line corundum, or emory. Arcenie, anti
mony, bismuth, cobalt and nickel are also
met up with here, nut not la the gneissoid
rocks.
The climate of North Carolina, especially
of Buncombe county, is really its chief
charm. It is, in fact, why both .me and
Vanderbilt came here, we said to onr-
selves: "Staten Island is beautiful beyond
description, especially at times, but it is
not suitable for the entire year. One should
0 up into the hills, at least for a part of
t.
te year,that the ozone may dawdle through
one's whiskers. Chance is a rood thincr.
and the climate of North Carolina has its
good points."
Once I came-here along with a fall of two
feet of snow and a mean temperature. I had
nothing te do with it, but even yet (and
that was better than five years ago) the peo
ple of Buncombe county, whenever a frost
strikes the valley, as they profanely hunt in
the bottom of the rag barrel for their ear
mufis, murmur to themselves and begin to
look at the depot for baggage with my
name on it
Just aa Nature Fixed It
" At night, or in the shade, it is always
cool here, especially during the holidays.
But take the year round, facts, figures and
poorly patronized cemeteries snow that
this county can easily give points to the
field and carry- off the blue satin ribbon.
Relatively, the larger part of the State is
very near as the Creator left it in the sun to
dry. Virgin forests are still that way after
the lapse of millions of years, and I have,
had them pointed out to me with pride on
that account by old timers here. There are
thousands and thousands of acres every
where, and nowhere will you see thereon
where an effort has been made at clearing up
the land, save the unsatisfactory one, it
seems to me, of trying to clear a farm by
cutting down a tree every two weeks in
order to get a 'possum that is concealed in
it From the oranges of the coast to the
buckwheat pancakes of the JUne Bidge:
The Worn and Weary Capitalist.
froaJySrraiScf-iej-teopicai shores t5vla,l,i2al&-2telived to beMOaswe,
of the mountains. North
1UUUUU119. J30rin I
Carolina has almost evervthin? on earth
that is good to eat; and, in the language of
Daniel Webster, her skies shed health and
vigor. I do not just remember for sure
whether "Webster said that orwhethei"I
quote from myself, but it is good and true.
Haven for the Capitalists.
To this point comes the worn and weary
capitalist, with his household and his
hemorrhages, his income and his insomnia.
He comes to swap his scudi for a few stolen
afternoons this sidp of the non-dividend de
claring grave. It is a good place for that,
but better still for those who have been
wiser and who came earlier.
The tar vineyards of this State are well
known everywhere, and rank with those of
Europe as to adhesive qualities and bouquet
The mule also flourishes here, and it is well
to take a day off while he is doing so. The
mule is rarely found associated with his
own kind here, but is oftener hitched up
with a highly mortified horse, or sometimes
a budding heifer of two or three summers.
The North Carolina mule has never been en
tirely satisfied with the terms of surrender
at Appomattox, and it has embittered him a
good deal, so that instead of taking up the
duties and obligations of life and winning
success for himself, he strikes one as being
rather morbid and unhappy. He 'seems
also prone to comment harshly on the lack
of congeniality among his parents; and to be
constantly asking himself, "Is marriage a
failure?" B11J1 Nxa
WHERE IS OHIO AG0 1
A French Journalist Appears to Be Slightly
Doubtful About It
It is asserted that a Nantes newspaper
published on April 29, this year, this ac
count of Chicago: "It is situated at the foot
of the falls of Niagara and receives the
waters of the great lakes. In no part of
Europe will you find so great a city. Its
boulevards are regular and as straight as
its streets, which seemed to have been
ruled with a straight-edge, and in it
all railroads have termini. One
is almost frightened by the height
of buildings, in which all styles of architect
ure meet without confusion. About 60 years
ago we first visited the falls of Niagara, and
our first stop was naturally at Chicago. Ex
cellent hotels, very attractive people were
there; and as we took a rapid walk along
the banks of the 'father of waters' we were
obliged continually to avoid meeting the de
scendants of the companion of Saint An
thony (pigs). Now these noisy animals
have their own quarter, where they are sold,
and they no longer, by their squeals, dis
turb the public peace.''
Woman's Rights.
When woman's rights have come to star.
Oh, who will rock the cradle t
When wives are at thb polls all day,
Oh, who will rock the cradle t
When Doctor Mamma's making pills.
When Merchant Mamma's selling bills
Of course, 'twill cure all woman's Ills,
But who will rock the cradle t
When mamma to the court has hied.
Oh, who will rock the cradle?
She has a case that must be tried,
Bat who will rock the cradloT
When Captain Mamma walks her decks,
"When Banker Mamma's cashing checks,
"When all our girls have lost th,eir sex,
Must
Papa
Bock
The cradle T .
Philadelphia Inquirer.
The following is for a companion piece to
the above:
When all saloons have gone to stay
Light hearts will rock the cradle.
With husbands borne at close of day,
Light hearts will rock the cradle.
"When sober papa feels no ills,
TThen manly papa runs no bills.
Of course, 'twill be as woman wills.
But then she'll rock the cradle.
When papa no saloon has spied.
Light hearts will rock the cradle.
His noble soul will not be tried,
Light hearts will rock the cradle.
When honest papa does his best,
When woman's fights are set to rest,
And ell the boys securely blest,
MRTnTnfl.
Will
Eoct
. "The cradle.
LESSONS IN MASSAGE.
V
An Old .Art That Has Been Handed
Down With Good Results.
WHAT THE EXPERT TBTM OP IT,
A lean Person Without Magnetism Makes
the Best Masseur.
SUBBING 0IL8 INTO THE SKIN
rwErrrzx ron tot dispatch,
iSUJSNT as massage
may be to many read
ers, neither name nor
practice are new,
ranking among the
primitive one may
say instinctive
methods of cure. In
any pain the natural
prompting to press
the hand upon the
seat of suffering, to
rub or knead it forre-
lief is common to civ
ilized man and sav
age. It is the effort to equalize circulation
and draw the blood irom the injured part in
congestion, or bring back natural warmth in
collapse, for friction does both.
. Like all healing methods in the hands of
ignorant or unprincipled practitioners,
massage is overdone till it becomes charla
tanry. At the same time in wise hands it
is a blessed and signal relief, often super
seding the painful operations of surgery
and drastic medicines. In condensing the
most interesting facts about it the names of
Dr. Weir Mitchell, of Philadelphia, and
Dr. Douglas Graham, of Boston, will be
sufficient authority. Dr. Graham's able and
scholarly book on massage is the manual
for the profession, and massage enters
largely into Dr. Mitchell's famous cures of
nervous and spinal diseases.
Stories Homer Tells About It.
Massage originally is from the Arabio
word "mass," meaning to press softly, but
now includes all manual forms of relief,
rubbine. stroking, kneadineand beating the
muscles. The learned Prof. Billroth, of
Vienna, who drew modern attention to its
use about 1875, says that massage is as old
as surgery. Kneading, rubbing and work
ing the muscles to relieve fatigue was the
practice of savage and heroic nations from
the earliest times. Dr. Douglas reminds us
that Homer, in the "Odyssey," tells how
beautiful women rubbed and anointed war
worn heroes to rest and refresh them
where, we read, the fair Polcaste, youngest
daughter of Nestor, bathed Telemachus,
"and after she had bathed and anointed him
with olive oil and cast about him a goodly
mantle, he came forth from the bath feeling
like the deathless gods."
In those days of heroio simplicity it prob
ably was no more for a woman to rub and
anoint a man worn out with fighting men of
his own mettle.fhrough days of fasting, heat
and watchings than for a hospital nurse to
tend a man aching so from wounds he does
not know whether men, women or demons
attend him. But ancient and modern chari
ties of this sort are equally removed from
the hideous massage madams who make
themselves and their art disreputable.
Early Masters of the Art
In the fifth century B. C, Herodicus, one
of the masters of the healing art, prolonged
the lives of his patients by exercise and rub
bing, ana also cured himseli of weakness
-i.lAtA D k- T-X XAUXU11X111K
Jrrolonrine
Life." Herodotus
s speaks of the Egyptian
intintr. The fathers of
massage and anoi
medicine abound with recommendations of
massage, and it compels our respect for the
sages to hear Hippocrates repeating truths
whose importance experienced masseurs can
fully- appreciate. Suitable massage knits
slack and rickety joints by stimulating their
circulation, nutrition and innervation, while
withproper friction a stiff joint becomes
flexible.
The fact that rubbing can make flesh ana
cause it to waste is often -observed in mas
sage, of which Dr. Graham says: "People
sometimes lose much adipose tissue, to their
detriment, by the excessive use of massage.
But this can be used to advantage where fat
is superabundant, with' want of tone and
tension, for in these it will be found that
hard rubbing binds. - Soft rubbing loosens
not only tough and matted conditions of
skin and superficial muscles, but also in
voluntary tension of muscles found in over
taxed and debilitated people. Here comes
the necessity of careful discrimination, for
if a patient in such condition receives such
vigorous rubbing as passes for massage in
these days the trouble would probably be
aggravated, for greater tension would be ex
cited by the pressure of friction and manipu
lation upon terminal nerve filaments already
in a state of irritation.
All Persons Cannot Stand It.
It takes a certain amount of strength to
bear massage, and nervous, high-strung wo
men sometimes are not at all improved by
it, soothing as it may immediately . seem.
My own last experience 'of massage by a
trained operator produced a sort ot an in
tense sleepiness for half a hour, followed by
intolerable wakefulness the entire night, as
it I had taken strong coffee.
Massage is nowhere better, understood at
the present day than among the Sandwich
Islanders, from whom it is to be hoped some
enterprising traveler will import the art
and practitioners together. As traveling in
those islands must "be done on foot or horse
back, long distances over rough roads, life
would miss one of its greatest alleviations
without this masssage, or lomi-lomi, as the
natives term it "When footsore, weary and
sleepless with aching joints after a journey
the consequences with us would be days of
stupor and lameness. But the Hawaiian
civilization sends relief in the shape of an
expert witn nrm, soit touch, who comes to
your mat as you lie in a single garment, and
skillfully kneads, works and strokes each
wearied muscle from head to foot and
charms each pain away. Mr. NordhofPs de
scription will be rememberedby all readers:
Quickly Believes a Headache.
"Almost everywhere you find some one
skilled in this peculiar, delightful and re
freshing treatment A stout native, be-
inning with your head and working slowly
ownward over the whole body, seizes and
squeezes with a quite peculiar art every
tired muscle, working and kneading with
indefatigable patience, until in half on hour
you find, yourself fresh, all soreness and
weariness absolutely gone and mind and
body soothed. The lomi-lomis, is used not
merely for overexertion, but to relieve rhe'u
matic and neuralgic pains. I have known
it to relieve violent headaches in a very
short time."
Any one who has been under the hands of
a clever masseur will regret that the lomi
lomi experts have not long since been im
ported to train a few thousand men and
women in the art so greatly needed in our
nervous and sedentary race. The chiefs
keep a number of lomi-lomi people in their
retinue, and Dr. Emerson says the chiefs
are 25 per cent larger and taller than the
subjects, because better fed and more con
stantly lomi-lomied. In cases of stunted
growth, probably nothing would so effectu
ally increase the stature as abundance of
pure air, strong food and skilful daily mas
sage. A Bobbing for lawyers' Heads,
It was proposed a few years since by
some projecting people to import a number
of Japanese masseurs, who are also very
skilful in the art, and introduce Eastern
luxuries into New York City, but, like
many other excellent schemes, it waits some
shrewd person "of known executive ability"
to carry it out The well-known lawyer
who always has his head well rubbed before
going into court with a case has a practical
idea of the value of massage, and if its vir-
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tues were fully understopd clients would
insist on a general practice of the habit,
when probably fewer muddle-headed judg
ments would result
To attempt a description of the mode of
applying massage physicians agree is not
an easy matter. For perfection it requires
a certain rapport of an intelligent, skilful
hand with the .feelings of the patient a
rarity which anyone can imagine who has
tried to have his head combed inexactly the
right way. French, German and Scandi
navian physicians often apply massage
themselves without thought of compromis
ing their dignity. Drs. Brown-Sequard,
Weir-Mitchell and Edward H. Clark have
tried their hands at it. "Rnt tTio nntient
would probably prefer less valuable time
and feel more at ease with an ordinary
iiuxae. m
Massonrs People Can Afford.
Abont 17 years ago Dr. Metzger, of Am
sterdam, treated the Danish Crown Prince
successfully for a chronio joint trouble; but
such luxuries are reserved for crown princes,
and stiff joints are better prevented by
cheap, good masseurs whom one can afford
every day.
Dr. Weir-Mitchell refers his first inter
est in the subject to the remarkable results
obtained from its use by a charlatan in a
case of progressive paralysis. Dr. Douglas
thinks there is great room for improvement
in the training of masseurs, and most pa
tients will agree with him. His "shrewd,
superannuated auntie out of a job," who
has learned the meaning of the word mas
sage andprints it on her card, and continues
nor TnTltin' An aim 1 .. 1 J i- a -.a
her rnbbin' as she has always done, is a typ
of a plentiful class of masseurs who can b
e
tolerated if they do not mixmagnetism, sci
entism and spiritism with their muscle and
can keep their hands offa patient's trinkets
and fine handkerchiefs during a visit The
muscular, middle aged trained nurse, who
smells rather stronelv of iierstiiration and
needs a dentifrice, who chews gum during I
trin rniamtinn anH 4nl1fa Sa .nnnni tn I
break the soothing effect of Triction, whose
touch would be perfect if it were anywhere
else, is not likely to do much good to one
who is anything of a sensitive patient
Lean People the Best at It
A stout, ruddy or plump person is not the
best for massage. Such people require a
great deal of exercise in the open air for the
proper oxygenation of their blood and con
fining work, like massage, with its stooping
posture wearies them and puts them out of
Breath. Spare, enduring persons, with
a gentle, firm touch, absolutely without
magnetism, are far and away the best mas
seurs. For magnetism is like any other
hypnotic chloral, chloroform and the rest
prone to reactions which leave the patient
weaker for its use. Sensitive people will
agree with me that the so-called magnetic
person absolutely repels and antagonizes
them; every bristle, so to speak, stands
erect at his or her approach, and the whole
sys em seems roused to throw on an un
wholesome power. Some clean old colored
auntie or spinster who is thankful to earn
her bread by honest "rubbin," without a
notion of "magnetism," is vastly more de
sirable than the half-trained masseur who
has hurried through a course under some
pupil teacher in haste to be earning her $2
an hour. TJgh! touch of her hands, slimy
with vaseline, is something one would fain
forget, but cannot One point must be
taken, that the best physicians condemn the
use of vaseline or any salves or unctions in
massage.
The Bomans used to have their slaves
rub them with oil, it is true, and so they
anointed themselyes with the sweat of stal
wart helots, thinking to imbibe strength
thereby. These two details of practice they
have left for us to improve upon by rejec
tion. Taking OU In the Shin.
Oil baths for the thin and badly nourished
are desirable, but they should never be
given by hand. The best wajf-cCJMnin
tuoir euecis is Dy a uotjs-aath nrst it may
be over a hot registgr-tirby a blazing fire in
one's room1 tiU. tfee pores are well open. A
lint rf9?'"Snd'iirMf n. lAt. nni.)rli. A-tnliAA1
'3T BUAU BaCll n WttbAl, luaVJVlJ tJAlCU
and wiped dry, should leave the skin free,
when pure olive oil, almond or refined salad
oil should be poured on the shoulders and
rubbed over the person with a sponge or ab
sorbent silk. All the better if the oil is
perfumed soothing and refreshing more
senses than one.
At least 10 minutes should be spent in
the hot air, allowing the skin to absorb the
oil it is nonsense to talk of rubbing it in
with any ordinary friction. Six table
Bpoonsfuls of oil are quite enough for a
bath, as it is all the skin is likely to take at
once, and more is wasted. Cars must be
taken to keep the person entirely warm and
in a glow during the bath. -In 15 minutes
to half on hour, as one grows accustomed,
the remaining oil can be washed off with
warm, soapy water no soap being applied
directly to the skin, or it will wash the oil
from the pores.
Very weak persons may take an ammonia
bath first one tablespoonful of liquid
ammonia to three quarts of warm water in
the forenoon, with oil after it, and a second
oil bath late In the day or evening without
a water bath. The oil should be always
hot as is comfortable. It is said that oil
baths are given in connection with some of
the public baths in Chicago, but it is prob
ably for the purpose of supplying the joints
rather than to nourish and strenghten in
valids. Thin dyspeptics, who can eat little;
persons in advanced consumption and
patients recovering from fevers are nour
ished and strengthened by absorbing nutri
tion in this way, when tne stomach is too
weak to supply the system.
How to Stroke the Face.
' As to the mooted point in facial massage,
whether the stroking is to be given toward
the eyes and nose or away from them, the
answer is always away from the nose and
eyes. As to whether massage is given
across wrinkles or in their direction, the
skin has its own contractile power when
roused, and there is less danger of stretch,
ing it than is imagined. Enough has
been said on this subject before. Dr.
Douglas tells us that massage on other
parts of the person often has more effect in
reaching organs than rubbing the parts
themselves. In masseeing the face of a fat
patient the tissues can be only rolled and
stretched under the fingers and palm, away
from the corners of the eyes and nose,
toward the angle of the lower jaw. If the
patient is thin or in moderate flesh, the
cheeks can be grasped between the thumb
and fingers and more thoroughly masseed in
the same direction. The forefinger covered
with a fold of thin cloth may be put inside
the cheeks, and these softly squeezed, man
ipulated and stretched between thumb and
finger.
But nowhere, ou author tells us, is more
practice and skill required than in massage
of the face and head. That it will relieve
the dreadful neuralgia of the fifth pair of
nerves is of far less interest to most women
than that the cheeks con recover plumpness
in this way. Still massage is too much of
an. art to be disposed of in the columns of a
newspaper. Shielet Dabe.
Good Bye!
This is a sad? word when taking leave of
the beloved, but when, Hostetters Stomach
Bitters onables us to say it to an attack of
liver complaint, it is by no means sad, but
decidedly jolly. Similarly, if the great tonio
alterative relieves from dyspepsia or kidney
trouble wo oxoerience 1nv
mutism and neuralgia are ol
this remedy dispossesses.
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THE BOOK OF'iMOS.
A lesson in the Work of the-Hnmble
Sheep Herder of Tekoah.
THE SHS OP JEREBOAirS PEOPLE
Called Him From nia Sheep and Made of
Him a Divine Messenger.
HIS 8EBJI0XS AEE EYET IEC HEiED
CWJU'l-l'JDC POB TlTJt DISFATCH.I
The word prophet, 'in the Bible, means
preacher. Nowadays it commonly means
predictor; prophecy is a sort of fortune
telling. But the word in Hebrew means
"one whose ear is uncovered." The prophet
is the man who hears. The word in Greek
means one who, not foretells, but forth
tells. He utters forth the great truths God
has given him. The mission of the prophet
is to be God's messenger and God's inter
preter. Thus Aaron was to be Moses'
prophet Mohammed was called Allah's
prophet St Paul says that "he that
prophesieth speaketh unto men to edifica
tion and exhortation and comfort" It is
quite plain what sort of man he is talking
about, he is describing a preacher. So the
prophets are the preachers.
These Bible preachers differ from other
preachers how? Is it that God wrote their
sermons for them, while we have to write
our sermons for ourselves? "We have to
study, to think, to learn, to observe, to
choose words and ways of putting things,
while the Bible preachers did but sit down
with a pen in hand and God guided the pen?
xs mat tne cunerencer
A Difference Only In Truth.
Is it not rather in this: that God some
how whispered certain great truths in these
men's hearts, and that they wrote them
down as best they might? And so their
difference from us is not in their wprds, nor
in their style, nor even in their freedom
from human mistake, but rather in the
greatness of their truth. These men stand
in relation to religious truth where Kepler
and Newton stand in regard to truth in
natural science. I wont to say something
to-day about Amos. And the difference
between Amos and Phillips Brooks is
like the difference between Euclid and the
Professor of Mathematics in the "Western
University:' It is the difference, as some
body says, between "inspired production"
and "enthusiastic reproduction," and that
is a good deal of difference!
The writers of the last 12 books of the
Old Testament are called the "minor"
prophets. The word "minor," however,
does not here mean less in importance, but
less in length. Some of these preachers are
like the poets who ore remembered only by
a single poem. But books are not of in
terest, or importance, or value, in propor
tion to their size. And preachers are not
eminent in proport.on to the number of
sermons they have written. Nor are long
sermons always better than short ones. "We
must not think that the minor prophets are
of minor consequence.
Conditions in Which Amos "Wrote.
Now, I want to study to-day the book of
we ui upuecy ui jumos; mat is, tne volume
of the sermons of Amos a small book, but
of great interest The condition of things
in the" days of Amos, in the eighth century
before Christ, was like this:
The land was divided. There had been a
civil war. Instead of the South seceding
from the North, the North had seceded
from the South. And the war. instead of
bringing peace, had only deepeiedTision.
jEptwo p-tWtherth wu ,muchTfrJwhat we wan! cheaT Go" into
the iaT8K Tentllb-es belonged to the
Northern kingdom of Israel, and only two
to the Southern kingdom of Judah. The
Northern kingdom was not only the bigger
of the two, but it was by far the worse.
In the days of Amos, Jereboam LT.
Being King, the Northern kingdom had one
of the most dangerous of possessions and
one of the most fatal ot lacks. It
had riches, and it lacked religion.
"We sometimes think that to be rich is to be
supremely happy. And perhaps it is, if we
know how to be rich. '1 know how to
abound," St Paul said. That is one of the
most valuable pieces of wisdom in the
world. But a great many people do not
know how to abound. For all such the peti
tion in the Litany is fitting, 'In all time of
our prosperity, Good Lord deliver us."
The Eesnlts of Great "Wealth.
The people of the Northern kingdom
were rich, and they fell into the sins of
wealth. One of the sins of wealth is selfish
ness, another is sensuality, another is cruel
ty. .The rich people of Samaria contented
themselves with luxury and forgot the poor.
They had their summer houses and their
winter houses, with walls inlaid with ivory,
with couches of ivory hung with gorgeous
embroideries, and they surrounded them
selves with sounds of music and were waited
upon by slaves, and drank wine from bowls
ot silver. Outside the poor were starving.
Selfishness grows into sensuality. The
rich people cared only for eating and drink
ing mostly for drinking. Intemperance
was a national sin. The priest at the altar,
the judge upon the bench, the King upon
the throne, reeled and staggered through
strong drink. The "drunkards of Ephraim"
was the name which another preacher than
Amos cave to the whole nation. And worse
sins abounded. Selfishness and sensuality
oear iruit in oppression ana cruelty. Jien
were not satisfied to neglect the poor, they
must needs hate them and abuse them. If a
poor man got in debt they sold him as a
slave for the
Price of a Pair bf Shoes.
80 crreedv were thev that thev bezrudzed
the needy the very dust which they flung
upon their heads as a sign of lamentation.
The land was full of deceitful balances.
Men were busy selling chaff in the place of
wheat The garments of the needy were
greedily taken in pawn. Beside the very
altars men reclined on couches made soft
with the cloaks which they had stolen from
thepoor. '
There is only one thing which con deliver
people out of the temptation of riches, and
that is religion, iiut tne .Northern kingdom
had no religion. Or, if any still lingered
among them," it was a false religion. They
had departed not only from the old Govern
ment, but from the old Church. At Dan and
at Bethel golden calves. were set up to wor
ship. On the high places were altars to
Baal, and iu the hidden recesses of the dark
woods were shrines to Asherah, places of
abomination. There were gorgeous vest
ments and fine music, and much external
pomp and ceremonial; there were sacrifices
and offerings. But true religion was prac
tically dead. The Northern kingdom was
like Borne in the days of Nero; it was like
Paris in the days of Louis XIV.
The Shepherd of Tekooh.
Now, away down in the Southern king
dom, in the village of Tekoah, six miles
south of Bethlehem, lived a poor herdsman
named Amos. Part of his work was to tend
sheep and part of it was to tend trees. The
sbecp were the stunted, ill-looking creatures
of those Southern hills, and the trees were
sycamores, whose fruit, to keep it from bit
terness, has to be punctured before it ripened.
j.iie poorest people cat ic
SsfffsS
FORMiLICriAvlD.DF.BILITATE
no doubt, in the pasture fields of Tekoah,
about the vices and idolatries of the North
ern kingdom, and Amos listenedto it And
as he listened his heart burned within him.
He was but a poor obscure man, not a pro
phet nor the son of a prophet a poor herds
man of Tekoah. "What had he to do with
the iniquities of the splendid and sinful
kingdom?
Somehow he felt that he had a great deal
to do with it. It was when the word came,
away off in the deserts of Asia Minor, about
the murder and butchery of the Komaa
Colosseum, and a young monk took it into
his head and heart and hands to stop it
You know how he moile his way on foot
over the long road to Home, with fists
clenched, and the fire of God burning in his
souL You know how he entered Home,
leaped over the barriers into the arena, sep
arated the gladiators, and did actually
bring it about though he gave his life in,
the doing o'f it that that infernal butchery
went on there not a day longer.
How Amos "Was Called.
That was how Amos felt God had called
him. "The Lord took me." he said, "as I
J followed the flocks, and the Lord said unto
me: uo, propnecy unto my people Israel.
Nothing could keep him back. You do not
need to read this book of sermons through,
tobe assured that here is a great preacher.
Give a man a message from the living God:
a message which he is absolutely- sure of,
and which men are in crying and dying
need of; a message whidh he cannot help but
utter. And you have a preacher; to such a
messenger men must listen.
You can tell plainly enough by reading
these sermons that Amos was a countryman.
He got his illustrations from the fields. The
stars of the clear night which he watched in
the pasture land, the harvest wagon loaded
high with groin, the bird taken in the
snare, the plowing oxen, the basket of ripe
fruit these most readily came into hii
mind. A plain countryman, a sort of old.
time Hebrew Bums, with the same tan on his
cheek and the same flame in his heart A
'poet, thinking in notable, strong poetry
Bnt, above everything else, in dead earnest,
great thoughts in him, a great preacher.
Into the Tory Heart of Sin.
His subject is judgment Upon all the
sins of this sinful people waits the wrath ox
GocL Not a new subject Noah, they say,
"the eighth person," a preacher of right
eousness, had to preach after that fashion.
And not an old subject, either; that is, not a
subject of the past and out of date. Needed
this day, and in this town.
Picture the preacher. The place is
BetheL That was the capital of that king
dom, the Paris, the London, of Israel. The
King lived there with his court about him.
And the chief temple of the idolatrous re
ligion was erected there. The chief priest
had his seat there. Straight into Bethel,
into the very heart of it, advanced the
preacher, and took his stand there In the
public square, before the ivory palaces,
within hearing of wicked princes, and
wicked priests, and wicked people, and
lifted up his voice and preached as you,
may read in his book. A fine, fearless deed
was that "Who will deny the man that did
it a place among great preachers?
The Chief Priest Sent Him Away.
Day after day this plain farmer in his
country dress spoke the very truth of God
in the Bethel market place. Daily the
freat city listened, crowding the streets,
ometimes with threatening, sometimes
with tears, he pleaded God's indignation
against all the luxury and cruelty and
sensuality he saw about him, keeping
nothing back.
Finally the chief priest came. Amaziah,
his name was. A typical chief-priest, like
those we read of in the Gospels. And ha
turned the preacher out But I am a mes
senger, the preacher said. This winch I
speak the living God has taught me. Yes,
yes, is the answer, so you say. Anyhow,
i"l "r"-5SL "EJMi- ??71XT!
Judah, aad-preach to them. Go over to
Philadelphia, or "Wheeling, to Jerusalem
or Jericho, and preach. They need it But
in this town not a word further.
To the sermon ended, and the sins contin
ued. And the rejected preacher went back
to his sheep and his trees, and there wrote
down what he remembered of his preaching.
And so is preaching still, even unto us.
Geoege Hosoxj.
HAHDLIHG BED HOI BITST9.
"Wonderful Skill Displayed 07 Woikmn
on an Iron Structure.
XnrTork Press.
On the Pennsylvania Ballroad "depot In
Jersey City a peculiar and exceedingly in
genious plan is followed in the riveting of
the iron work of the great trusses. In put
ting these up, owning to the necessity for
haste, much of the iron work was bolted
together with bolts and nuts. Now that
the entire structure is in position the bolts
are being replaced by rivets. The method
used in this replacing It simple, but at
the same time requires considerable skill
on the part of the workmen engaged.' The
man on the ground has a little hand forge
Throwing the JUd-Hbt Htvet.
with a small bellows attached, by means of
which he heats the iron spikes or rivets to
white heat He then takes the white hot
piece of metal in a pair of pincers, and
with a dexterous toss passes it up to the
men on the scaffolding, when one of them,
with a no less dexterous turn, catches the
flying spike in a nail keg, bucket or some
similar receptacle.
The precision with which the heated rivet
is. thrown and caught is really "remarkable,
as' the distance it has to be thrown is fre
quently from 30 to 35 feet, yet so skilled do
the workmen become that a miss is seldom
if ever known. After being caught by the
men on the scaffolding it is taken from the
nail keg with a pair of pincers, inserted ia
the hole from which a bolt has previously
by the sledge hammers of the men.
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