B W"'WV 'T-TVW ft "p r yrxifl - i THE SQRANTOSr TRTBPKE-ITRIDAY MOItNTNG, JUNE 18, 189T, the Borne Rcadiiui eirck IMMORTAL FAME! By HOWARD Copyrfght, 1800. by tho & PART I. TUB SECLUSION OP BERTRAM DYE1L I know Bertram Dyer when lie was living on two boiled eggs In the morn ing, and an occasional fnvltatlon to dinner; but ho was constitutionally Incapable of becoming either poor In flesh or shabby in dress, and thereforo few of his friends were aware how meagnr wafl the jeward of his literary labors. It was a pleasure, in those days, to see him eat; and I enjoyed It as often as I could afford to do so. Now that his fame Is so great, I can boast of having1 led him: and, moreover, I can advance the claim lhat it wns one of my dinners which started him on the road to fortune. On the occasion In question I had asked Bertiam to meet me at a tobac conist's on Forty-second street, near the hotel, where wo were to dine. Urged by appetite, he came too early; and I found him sitting on the pedestal of a wooden Indian In front of the shop. Aroused from deep meditation by the sound of my voice, he arose and faced the Image. "Old fellow," he said, but which of us he was addressing I do not know, "there's money in a story about In dians." And forthwith he wrote one which , has been the talk of three continents, if I count Australia. Though Dyer was under thirty and had never seen a live Indian, he was thought, In England, to be a general of our western army atUi- the peculiar terror of tho red man. A newspaper portrait of him, which appeared bald, through a de fect In the plate, led to tho rumor that be Jjnd been scalped, and thousands of people were thus Induced to buy his book. The singularly lurid coloring of the Forty-second street Indian shines out In Dyer's description of war paint, and lends a horrid realism to the tale which has been marked by many, but fully appreciated, I believe, by no one except myself. If there Is one thing that Is certain ly worth money to a man -In thebe days It Js advertising, and Dyer had an abundance. Offers from published ome thick and last In tho wake of It. and my friend was well to do. Greatly to my sorrow, he married, and 1 saw less and Jess of him; for, though he .urged me to come to his home, I went very seldom, having taken a violent dislike to Mrs. Dyer. Then he moved away from the city for reasons that seemed excellent when he presented them to me, though I -selfishly -urged him to remain, for I had become very much attached to him. It appeared that he was overwhelmed with literal y engagements which he thought It would be easier for him to fulfill if he could have the quiet of the country. Also, he was entertalnng many of, my wlfe'u relations, and they had begun to be a burden upon him, notwithstanding the pomfortablp size of his inepme. Ho bought an abandoned farm In the wilds of the Berkshire hills, and made a habitable dwelling of the mde old farmhouse. We maintained a de sultory correspondence as long, I fancy, eb nature will have tuch thlnes live: and then I knew no more of him, ex cept by paragraphs In the papers, and by his published writings which ap peared in great and increasing profu sion. About two years after his withdrawal Into seclusion I came to know his cou sin, Miss EmlJy Dyer, a charming young woman who had been thrown upon her own resources by the death of her parents, and was struggling to maintain herself in New York. She had .secured p. position as a "retoucher" in a, pbologtu-pber' establishment, and Jier ieisure was given to drawing and painting. Her work was hard; her wages very tmal), and, to cap the cli max of mlsfojtuno, the protographer had fallen In lovo with her. I would have rescued her from all these hard ships and perils by the simple process ofmatrimpny; but, -unhappily, she did not care for me. Her affection were fixed upon a tall, tow-headed jouth who was studying art, but had not yet laarnod to draw a salary. Kven by the hjht of their own rosal hope's jt seemed likely that jtbey might have to wajt a year pr two before the young man should become rich and famous; and, in the meantime, I thought that Bertram Dk as ho nearest relative of (he girl, ojjgtjt 19 help her along. I wrote to htin upon th subject, and received jeply tra Anya later. It was a refusal, and ho bad dictated It to a stenographer! The thing tead like a circular about foreign missions. I would have thought it a forgeiy, got ten up by his wife, but for the unmis takable Dyer tignature. Such little, flnellned, coldly regular characters! Why had I not long ago read his true nature in his parsimonious chlro graphy. Yet I had thought him one of the most generous and tenderly sym pathetic of men. Could success change a human creature so completely? I could not credit It, yet on the chance that It wajj true, I wap moved to thank God that he had made me a failure. After spending a day or two in an endeavor to digest Bertram's letter, I went to see Emily, We wete Just as good frjends as If I had never given her the annpyance 0f refusing me. flhs was HI and could not receive me. Upon leaving the house where she wan boatd Ing, I perceived the ilaxen-halred artist RED ROUGH HANDS Itching, ecsly, bleeding palms, sbspeleis nails, &nd painful nogcr ends, pimples, blackbssds, My, motby skln,dry, tbla, nd falling hair, Itch, lug, scajy Wlpit U yUld quickly to wn Uthi with (Juticub. Soar, pod genllo anointing lfjuj CijTiovtu (olotmDt;, tb great skin care. (yticura II thrAn tkoul tb world, fori! 1 DtCO al u Ca IK. '.. Bole Wm , (lotion. tVjIw tol-ioducf KofVWhlt Hn4j,frt. WSHSSp 5HINQ HIWOW WwWiv;U' FIELDING. Dnclicllor Syndicate. patrollng the other side of the street. A mutual sorrow often unites the blt teiest enemies. I accosted my success ful rlal and offered him a cigar which he received quite In the way of friend ship. "I don't believe It's anything se rious," he said, In an anxious tone. "She is tlied; that's all. If she could only go out Into the country and rest for awhile " I quite agreed with his unspoken con clusion, but, though wo walked to gether till after midnight and talked of nothing else, we did not succeed in reaching a solution of the dlltlculty. The next day I set out on a pilgrim age to the Berkshire hills. Bertram Dyer's retreat was situated In a peculiarly desolate region. The nearest railroad station was ten miles away, In tho town of Rockwood. There I alighted one evening, and secured lodgings In a quaint llttla hotel kept by three old maids. That one of them who does the cooking should bo earn ing twenty thousand dollars a year In New York, and wearing the "cordon bleu." Her hot biscuits appeal to nil that Is highest and noblest In a man's nature. Ho who begins tho day with them can hardly descend to tho level of an Ignoble act before sunset when he can have some more. This fortified for a task that prom ised many difficulties, I rode away from the hotel In Rockwood about nine o'clock in the morning, mounted upon a bicycle which I had brought from New York. I had received careful di rections regarding the road, which, In deed, wns easy enough to follow, since there wns no other. It was In excellent condition, and, despite the hllls.I might have made the ten miles at good speed, but I stopped frequently to admire the scenery, which was always beautiful, and sometimes had the effect of gran deur. There were points In the road from which I could command a wide prospect, and once, at about six miles distance, I got a glimpse of Bertram's house. With the aid of strong field glasses I could see It quite distinctly, and It seemed a pleasant splace In which to live and write. I reached the border of my friend's estate before eleven o'clock. 'There was a gate giving entrance to an ave nue that wound a way towards the house, which was Invisible from that point. A grove, bright with autumn tints, growing besile the main road tempted me to take the circuit of the grounds, and I entered them eventually on tho Bide toward Greenville, a town In whloh I should have left the rail road, but for the reputation of the Rockwood Inn since Greenville Is near er New York and only about a mile further from Dyer's home. On approaching the house I perceiv ed Mrs. Elizabeth Graves mother of Mrs. Dyer standing on the steps that led up to the veranda. I had met her In New York, and I liked her even less than her unamiable daughter. Her surprise at the sight of me made mo avare that my letter announcing my Intended visit had not nrrlved. In deed, I had given it an Insufficient start, considering the Irregularity of the malls Jn that region. Mrs. Graves was not more cold In her welcome than I had expected her to be. "You rode over from Greenville, I suppose," she said. "It's a pity you didn't come the other way, for If you had you'd met Bertram. He drove over to Rockwood this forenoon." "Indeed," said I. "What time did he btart?" "Between nine and ten," she an Bwered. Of course I knew perfectly well that Bertram had not been on tho road to Rockwood nt the time specified, but I nm not one who would betray a man to his mother-in-law. If It suited my friend's convenience to leavo a He be hind him at home, that was a matter with which his own conscience might deal. So I let It bo understood that I had come from Greenville. Mrs. Dyer oamo out of the house al most immediately. She was somewhat more coidlal than her mother had been. The older woman would have sent me away hungry, but the younger invited me to lunch, though with no great excess of hospitality. However, my mission was of a character to make one patient under any provocation. No poor relation in real life or in Action was over less particular than I about the flavor of the Invitation. If there had been any possibility of finding out where Bertram hhd gone, I would have followed him, hut since he had taken pains to lie about his destination, I thought It best to wait for him. His wlfo seemed doubtful when he would return, and she regretted that my time was so short, etc., etc. I had said noth ing about being In a hurry; and when the woids were thus put Into my mouth I repudiated them. "My business with him is very ur gent," said I. "if he does not return In tho course of tho day I shall make an efCort to find him." Mrs. Dyer looked at her mother as who would say: "This Is a very dls agreeable person;" and th'o mother answered with her eyes; "I wish he were In Patagonia." Nevertheless I remained for luncheon, and conversed as amicably as possible with tho two ladles already mentioned, and also With two sisters of Mrs. Dyer, with her aunt, and with her grandfather on tho maternal side. The table was set for two other persons, but they did noot appear wile I was piesent. In the nfternon a sudden and violent rainstorm sweat down from tho west ern hills, and I blessed it. for not oven the- people with whom I was a guest dared turn me from their doors in such weather. I stayed to dinner, and when the mournful meal was done Grand father Oraves went forth to view tho lowering clouds and returned with an aspect as gloomy as their own. then Mrs, Dyer asked me to remain over night, and I accepted the Invitation with cheerful alacrity. It was not much after 0 o'clock when I retired to my room. Midnight Is my ordinary bedtime, and I felt no desire to sleep. I waited an hour or mpre till the house becamo quiet, and then stole forth to smoke on tho veranda. Tho moon was just breaking through tho clouds and the night was full of beauty and wonderfully warm. For a long time I sat there, smoking and thinking of Emily Dyer. I had good hope Umt she would profit by my secret Intcrccislon "with her cousin, nnd whe.1 that was over theT6 might be- somc thing else that I eou!d do for her. At least 1 could help the lanky boy whom She had honored by her preference to make a profitable use of such talent as he had. Suddenly I "was startled by something falling bosldo me. It was my cigars which had slipped from my fingers. I had Boon ftslectJ. Tho moon had sunk almost to the hills upon the west. It was nearly 3 o'clock. I re-entered tho house and Boftlj closed and locked the door. At that moment I heard a nolso from the other end of tho, hall. Home one was com ing. I ho-tlly stepped Into the unllghtcd sitting room. A slender, dark young man with disheveled hair passed close to my lildlng- place, but did not see me. Ho was carrying a lamp and yawning painfully. When he had gone upstairs and entered a bed room I stoic up afte" him. Tho remainder of the night I passed In slumber. When I come down the next morning I met Mrs. Graves In, the hall. "Bertram came back last night," she said. "Perhaps you heard him drive up to the front door, a little after twelve?" No; I hadn't heard him, nor had I seen him, though at the hour named I had been sitting- almost directly bo fore tho door. However, I did not tell her that. "Later In the night," sho continued, "he was taken very sick. You won't be nble to see him. We have sent to Greenville for a doctor." I expressed my deepest' sympathy. About nlno o'clock tho doctor from Greenville arrived. I recognized him as the young man with the tangled hair who had passed so near me on tho preceding night. PART n. A FRIENDLY BURGLARY. I considered It highly Important to ascertain whether the young man who personated the Greenville doctor really Tiad anv knowledge of tnillrln. If lie had, It would seem probable that he was a resident physician attending-upon Bertram In an Illness that was by no means the sudden and unexpected attack described to me by Mrs. Graves, Accepting that view, two theories would naturally suggest themselves to account for the duplicity and conceal ment that were being practiced by the household. Bertram's illness might be of such a nature that it would bet ter bo kept secret; ho might be period ically Insane. Second, he might be a the point of death, and his wife arid her relations might fear that I would In fluence him against them In tho dis position qf the money he had earned and the valuable copyrights ho held. On the other hand. If tho young man were not a doctor, there must be some sort of plot against my friend,, whereby he was held prisoner and. prevented from communicating, with, the outer world. Perhaps his property was slow ly being absorbed by the Graves con tingent. I prepared to suspect Mrs. Graves of anything, As for Mrs. Dyer, I could not regard her as aa active ele ment in so serious affair. My disllko for her had been based upon her mental vacuity, upon her absurd inferiority to her husband. She had seemed to me Incapable of good, or evil except as oth eis might Influence her. Grandfather Graves was a shrewd old rat, with an eye like an X-ray to explore the lnsldo of another's pocket. With the other members of tho household. I was al most unacquainted, but I did not de tect any leading spirit among them. On the whole I regarded, Mrs. Dyer as the best of the lot, and the easiest to deal with in such, efforts as I might make to solve the mystery. I resolved to have a word with, her before leav ing the house, and,, therefore. I clung to the veranda more tightly than tho vines that encircled Its ancient pil lars while Mrs. Graves Strove to lop mo oft with, tho cold edge o lnhos Pltallty. Mrs. Dyer and "the doctor" seemed surprised that I had shown so much tenacity, when they at last descended from tho western chamber where they hnd presumably been husy with the sick man. I ventured to Inquire about my friend's health, and was assured by the young man that a favorable termination of the case might be looked for "In a few weeks;" whereupon Mrs. Graves nodded her head at me as much as to say "I'll get rid of you long be fore that, my boy." Apparent acquiescence seemed to be my best course, and I made my adleux with so great a semblance of sincer ity lhat the hatchet-faced old woman was deceived. Sho took "the doctor" Into tho housQ again, ostensibly to of fer him some lefreshment, and thus I was left alone with Mrs. Dyer, which was what I had wished for. Immedi ately I began to speak of her husband as If I had no hope of ever seeing him alive again. I dilated upon his many amiable qualities and upon the bril liancy of his genius, judging that l'f sho had really been led Into any plot against him, her affection for him the sincerity of which I had never doubted would be' stirred to such a degree that she would betray signs of remorse. To my great satisfaction, she began to cry; and thus I knew that, though Betram's .case might be desperate, there was one. at least, o his persecutors who had not entered into the plot with her whole heart. My mouth was open to begin a plea that she should trust mo as a friend and tell me all, when Mrs. Graves sud denly appeared In tho doorway. The glance which she leveled at me was like one of the tomahawks that flashed In Betram's first great story, and I fled for my life. Of course, I had not abandoned the adventure. It was a retreat In the na ture of a feint, designed to raise false hopes In tho heart of (he enemy. No sooner had I passed out of Dyer's farm, by the Greenville gate, than I wheeled to tho westward, following a road that passed closo to the baso of a steep, wooded hill that I had noticed from tho veranda. Its top was less than half a mile from the house, and I be lieved that It would afford mo an ex cellent point of observation. Concealing my bicycle among the trees, I climbed the hill, and speedily found a spot from which I could look out upon my friend's abode, without danger of being seen. As I turned my eyes upon It, tho blinds outside the windows of the western chamber were opened, and, with the aid of my field glasses, I easily recognized Mrs.' Dyer as the person Who hod opened them, She passed to tho window In the south ern wall, and Immediately a flood of light streamed Into the chamber, It was not a elck room, certainly. Tho bed was neatly mado up. Beside It was a stand on whloh wero several books and magazines, but no phials or other deteatablo apiu'rtonances 0( dls. case, There was no one else In the room but Mrs, Dyer, so far as I could see. Certainly no Invalid would Iirvo been exposed to such a draft of ciihu au tumn air as must havo been pursing through tho apartment, ThU discovery strengthened a bus- It is not the correct thing: to be more than when, abroad. tilclon which I had previously formed that Dyer was really In a room on the ground floor. I observed that the wholo north orid of tho house seemed closed. It was from a room In that pari of the dwelling that tho young man had c -me on the preceding night. Hdl he been watching with an Invalid, or guarding a prisoner? I lesolved to solve the problem before another night had passed. It may seem strange that among my theories, I did not consider tho possi bility that Dyer was purposely avoid ing me. In explanation I can say only that my theories wero based upon my knowledge of the man. He was not one to hide from friend or- foe. I believed that, If left to his own choice, he would receive me with the heartiest cordlal tly. It was Impossible that my Inter cession on behalf of his cousin had of fended him to such a degree that he did not wish to see me. I remalnded all day among the hills, observing the house from, different points. Hunger drove me to a farm house In the afternoon. It was a podr abode as ever I saw in the country, but fuil of good will. The farmer's wife lamented heartily that she could glvo mo- no beeter entertainment, but to morrow was her "baking day," and, everything was cleaa eat up." There , watt no cooked food In the house except 0. pumpkin pio. baked in a yellow, earthenware dish, three Inches deep. Thl3 s.he sat before me with a, pitcher of; milk, and I mado a meal of thenv The pie waa sombre with molasses, which Imparted an acidity to It that was not unpleasant at first, but It grew upon me in succeeding hours. I think tlie pangs of remorse, must be something- Uke that, when one has. really sinned. However, one cannot cure re morse with bicarbonate- of soda. I rodo .en miles to Rockwood, for this useful drug, and Incidentally obtained from the apothecary some bits of Informa tion about Bertram Dyer, "Ho used. tf conjo over here quite seme, when he and his folks fust moved, Into the old Peters place," said the druggist, "but lately I ain't seen noth ing of blm, I guess he's trading with tomebody over In Greenville way. His folks buy their groceries over there. 1 heerd awhile ago that ho was sick, but I ain't sold any medicine to him, lately and I guess maybe he's better, Bo you folng up that way?" Possibly Would I bo coming baok by way of Rockwood? If so. would I drop In? Rockwood folks would bo glad to hear how Mr. Dyer va getting along. Some of them had read one of his books, and they thought it pretty good for a young man to write. They were hopes that ho would write some thing about Rockwood, and kind of help the place olang. I promised to suggest a local story to the distin guished author, if I had tho pleasure of meeting him. It was about 10 o'clock when I ar rived once more upon the outskirts of the "old Peters place.' I had resolved to pass the night In, Its vicinity; and to commit, a friendly burglary If my In vestigations should convince me that Bertram was tho prisoner of his wife's relations. At first the moon was too hlsh for my purpose, "but before midnight it had dropped nearly to the hills, and some light clouds obscured It. Then I stealthily approached the house, and was soon concealed In the shadow of the northern wall, A very faint light escaped through a curtained and shut tered window of the room which I had most in mind. I crouched beneath' that window and listened. At first all was still; then I becamo awaro of sounds that made me shudder. Someone with in was groaning, not loudly, aa If with violent pain, but rather, as It seemed to me, with wrath. Sometimes i could hear tho mumbllnr- of words that sounded like oaths. Again I heard a rustling as of paper. Finally someone cried; "Therel , w with' tre mendous emphasis. Tho volco sound ed unlike Deer's, yet I could not bo sure. Presently the llcht went out. I caught thn faint sound of a closing door. Then all was still. I waited fifteen minutes, according to my best Judgment, but It might not havo been go long. Then I tried tho fastening of the window, having softly opened the blinds. It seemed to be secure, but at last I forced the catch, and raised tho lower sash. The pulley squealed painfully, but It arous ed no one. Having paused to make sure of that, I pushed aside the curtain and thrust In my head. The room was totally dark. I climbed In cautiously, and stood for a moment listening, In the gloom. Faint noises In the old house counterfeited footfalls, and,' I would have said that I was not alone, but for the atmlessneas with whloh the patterlngs ran across the, room and stopped and ran again. At last I venture to light a match. The flames revealed a large, pquaro room fitted up like a study with an abundance of flno old furniture. A well-filled book case covered nearly all one wall. Close to my right hand was a great antique desk, open and. strewn with typewritten sheets. Bending over them I recognized Dyer's hand in vari ous corrections. The match burned my fingers. I throw It down and Hohted another, with the flame of which I kindled a lamp that stood upon the desk. Then I perceived In the midst of tho type written sheets a brief manuscript let ted nddresesd to myself. It expiessed very mild regret for having missed see ing me, and tho hope that I would come again "next summert" I laughed soft ly at the Impatience of tho writer t see me. Ho asked me not to say any thing more about Emily. Especially I must write, if I ever contemplated p0m, Ing; to Berkshire again, Tho style waa forced; the penmanship was labored. - -a- jv careless in dress at homex any Copyright, 1S97, by Mitchell & Miller. The letter had "come hard." It had plainly been written at dictation and under compulsion. No wonder Dyer had sworn when he had finished It. Evidently tho poor fellow was not at all his own master In that house. I re solved anew to see him and to rencue him. Where could he bo? Where, but In that, other room on the north end of the house, the room that I had seen no ono enter or leave on the preceding day? There was. a door between, the rooms. I turned the knob. It was lackoi' on the other side. I ventursd to call soft ly: "Bertram!" A confused murmur a painful, smothered sound was aud ible within. I called again, as loudly as I dared. Still the same murmuring noise, a little louder than before. Had they tied the poor fellow like a dog and gagged him? I put my strength upon the door, softly, steadily. The lock yielded. I entered. The room was dark, but a light sud denly flashed up. I saw a tumbled bed. o flaring lamp on a table; and, beyond. Grandfather Graves In his scanty night clothing, just In the act of tak ing down an enormous old-fashioned musket from the wall. Bertram Dyer was not there, and a hulf second later neither was I. My form might have been seen flitting across the lawn, while behind me, and, indeed, all around me, achoed the re sounding bang of the old muskot. (To Bo Continued.) One Way to Help fh? Coal Trade. From tho Colliery Engineer. The conditions surrounding tho mar keting of anthracite coal have mater ially changed In recent years. But a few years ago no size smaller than chestnut was sent to market and in fact thousands of tons of the latter were thrown on the culm pllo at the mines on account of lack of market. In course of time this waste of chest nut coal ceased and the demand for that size became almost as strong as that for stove coal. Tho broken and lump coal sizes wero used exclusive ly for steam, purposes at manufactur ing establishments In the Eastern and Middle states. Later the cheaper bit uminous coal wrested the trade of manufacturers from the anthracite operators and anthracite becamo grad ually known as a domestic coal for which It Is peculiarly fitted. This re sulted In less demand for lump and broken coal, and made necessary the production of larger proportions of egg, stove and chestnut. The breaking of these largo sizes down -to the sizes in demand naturally "increased the pro portion of pea, buckwheat and rlco coal. In most recent years Improved appliances have made It possible to se cure most excellent results In steam ralslng by the .use of the smaller sizes of anthracite, or those below chest nut In size. Owing to the absence of smoke and the great heating power of anthracite, manufacturers In many In stances prefer It to bituminous, and tho anthracite trade has, therefore, resolved Itself Into two distinct classes; First, the trade In domestic coal, which takes the sizes larger than pea coal. Second, the trade In steaming coals, which takes the small sizes. About never ; I Too : I Late been an onlooker while the Tribune "Wants" were bringing results, and preferred to see what others would do, the time has come to get in line with the army of uWant" advertisers and use the Tribune "Wants." Thousands read them every day! A good opportunity will never be overlooked, "Want" adver II I tising costs less in the Tribune than in any other first-class medium, It is never too late to -'- - - twenty-eight per cent of tho coal shipped to market from tho collieries of. tho Glrard ostato In Schuylkill coun ty In 1S96 consisted of sizes below chestnut. The percentage would havo been materially Increased had all tho small sizes possible been shipped. This porportlon Is about an average ono for the anthraclto region. Aa will bo seen from tho foregoing, the domestic sizes of anthracite do not enter Into competition with bituminous coal, and tho trade In thoso sizes Is limited to tho domestic consumption In localities comparatively near tho an thracite regions and to domestic con sumption in the homes of wealthy men In the west and northwest who prefer to pay the Increased prlco for anthra clto over bituminous on aocount of Its greater cleanliness. The trade In the small sizes enters Into dlreot compe tition with tho bituminous coal trnde. To meet this competition, lower freight rates on sizes below chestnut coal are necessary. Tho operator In tho an thraclto region can afford to put these small sizes on the car under tho break er at a price that will compete with tho prlco received by the bituminous operator for his coal at tho mine; but, when a freight rate of two or three times as much Is charged on small sizes of anthraclto It cannot compete In the markets with bituminous coal, and tho mult Is manufacturers, no matter how utuch they may deslro anthracite, are driven to tho use of bituminous. The nnthrnclto-carrylng roads contend that they aro carrying coal to market as cheaply as they can afford to. This statement may too true ns far as tho largo sizes are concerned because tho demand 13 not constant enough to keep their cars continually In service and thus give them a regulor tonnage. There Is nothing to be gained by the statement that the anthracite produc tion Is not restricted. It Is restricted, and rightfully so. Without restriction the market for domestic sizes would be flooded, prices would break, bank ruptcy would be the fate of the opera tor and starvation that of the miner; but, the restriction that wisely controls the production of domestic sizes should not be so closely applied to the small sizes. These small sizes should not be counted In the apportionment. They have very little, If any, bearing on the state of tho market for the domestic sizes, and they should have the same advantages of regular supply to con sumers, as bituminous coal. Further, the freight rates on these small sizes should be reduced to a figure more In consonance with tho freight rates given bituminous coal. If this Is done many manufacturers now using bituminous coal, because they can get regular sup plies of It, would speedily turn to the small sizes of anthracite. Operators of anthracite mines would be benefitted and the railroad companies would cer tainly gain, as It Is better for them to emplpy their cars In the transportation of small sizes of anthracite' than to have them lying Idle during a consid erable portion of each year. If bitu minous coal can be hauled to market at three or four mills pen ton per mile, so can the small sizes of anthracite. o If such a policy Is Inaugurated the great carrying roads will profit In two ways. First, by the increased Income from their coal properties. Second, by an JncreasQ of tonnage on which tho profits, though smaller than on tho tonnage on domestic sizes, will result In some gain where, now there Is none. While restriction In anthracite produc tion must be adhered to, It must also be borne In mind that no steam user can afford to arrange his steam plant for the use of small sizes of anthracite unless he has some, assurance that his supply will be regular and in accord ance with his wants. This supply can not be regular If the same restrictions apply to small sizes that apply to do mestic sizes; therefore ho cannot have such an assurance as long as the small sizes are Included in the restriction. Neither can he afford to turn to the use of these small sizes of anthracite unless he can get them at such a figure as will enable him to make steam as cheaply as does his competitor who uses bitu minous coal. ;m fWoVnii rt., Ctv' Copyright, 1S97. by Mitchell & Miller, . .rr, &?!?$ ivhciu ryv-iiMrE,-,iri.,-i,,. To learn the worth of THE SCRAN TON TRIBUNE'S "Want" Columns. If you have merely. 1 Try i : Tribune 'Wants HOTELS, MWVUVAWWIWVMWVWMMWtfMM The Most Delightful SPRING TRIPS aro thoao by tho hnndoomo largo steam ships of tho Balling every week day from Now York to OLD POINT COMFORT, VIR GINIA BEACH AND RICHMOND, VA. Hound trip tickets, covorlng a health-giving Boa voyngo of 700 miles, with meals and stateroom, accommo. datlona enroute. for $13, $13.50 and $14.00. 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