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A Louisville mechanic hoi devised an apparatus w-ich will discourago the giv ing of falte alarms of fire in citios. His appliance is a pair of magnetic nippers, which grasp by tho wrist tho man who turns on JLJo alarm and hold him at tho box until tho arrival of the flro de partment Irrigation has cotno into extensive us in Colorado. Ex-Governor Routt, of that Stale, say the people are now using about all the water they can find in that way. "From tho north line of our Stato to Pueblo all the water coining from the Eastern slope of the mountains is now utilized for irrigation. Not much has yet been taken from the Arkansas river. Preparation nre being made, to use its waters, however, and a large area will be added thereby to the arablo district of tho 4)tate. I do not believe irrigation by artesian wells practicable." Ben. Pei ley Pooro says that Mayor Ilewitt, of New York, once hired an upper story in one of tho caterer Worm ley' houses, Washington. lie had three bedrooms, and would wander from one to the other in hope of finding sleep in the third that -would not come in tho first or second. The first night he was kept awake by dog, the second night by cats, and the third night by birds. Tho fourth day Wormley said to him : "Mr. Hewitt, I have killed tho dogs, and I have hopes of getting rid of tho cats, but the birds are beyond me." A gentleman who has resided in the Yellowstone National Park for many years, and is well acquainted with its condition, says that "tho gamo in the park is incrcasingIWrWtho cumber of visitors increases. At tha present time there are two hords of buffalo, aggre gating about 130; there are about ,'1,000 elk, 700 or 800 mountain sheep, iifty moose, several hundred antelope, 500 black-tail deer, tho streams con tain many beaver, roams and lake full of trout, mountain lions are frequently met with, wildcats and lynx quite abundant, ottor, martin and minks quite iientifuL" Bay the Detroit Free Pre: Tho "hypnotio cure" succeeds the faith euro. The pationtand a healthy friend are mes merized together and the former's ail ncnt is transferred or "drawn off" to tho latter. Whether the healthy friend ag ents readily to the proceeding docs not n pear from any report thus far made. .,(! difficulty in finding a willing recip itin most cosos would constitute, one aid think, an insuperable obstacle. If -s projectors can only adapt the system ; transference of disease from tho human t ing to members of the animal kingdom it will be a great blessing, especially in cases of irresistable impulse. It will be torne in mind, however, that in this orra the "hypnotic cure" would be no ovelty. There is record in the New 'ostament of its use nearly 2,000 years ;o. . Probably the most unsociable and ex clusive resident of Hamilton County, Ohio, is James Rudisile, of Miami Township. For nearly a quarter of a century he has never been beyond the limits of a farm of 170 acres, and shows no disposition either to visit the outside world or to cultivuto his more immodiute neighbors, lie lives alono in a dilapida ted log hut, which clearly dhows tho marks of time, with absolutely no other company than a vicious yollow dog and a dozen or more low-bred barnyard fowls. His life has been such a solitary one that he has becomo an object of curiosity to the good people of Cleves and North Bend, and for years the rea son of his seclusion has been a subject for speculation among them. He is known as tho Hermit of tho Whitewater Valley. Writing from Mexico a correspondent of the Philadelphia Jlccord says there are innumerable ruined cities buried deep in the wildernesses of that country and Central America, "which still await in silence the coming of the explorer; there are hundreds of .deserted temples and crumbling pyramid which were built so far back in the twilight of tiino that no traditions remain of the builders. lu Yucatan alone no less than sixty-seven prehistoric cities have been discovered, despite the fact that this wildest territory of Mexico presents almost insurmount able obstacles to the traveler in tho way of warlike savages aud trackless deserts whose hot sauds outrival Suhura. liven the all-conquering Spaniards never suc ceeded in making much impression upon tho Mayas of Yucatan, aud to this day there are aboriginal tribes in the interior still flourishing ub before the conquest, but to powerful aud bloodthirsty are they that no European who has ventured within their domain has returned to tell the story." j WOULDWB RETURN? I Would we return I If once the gate which clone upon the past I Ware opened wide for in and if the rlnar Remembered pathway Rt retched before us clear To lead us back to youth's lout land at last, Whereon life's April shadows lightly cant Recalled the old swoet days of childish fear With all their faded hopes and brought anear The far-off streams in which our skies were glassed; Did these lost dreams which wake the soul's and yearning But live once more and waited our return ing. Would we return! Would we return If love's enchantment held the heart no mora And we had come to count the wild sweet pain. The fond distress, the lavish tears but vain; Had cooled the heart's hot wounds amidst the roar Of mountain gales, or, on some alien shore Worn out the soul's long anguish and had slain At last the dragon of despair if then the train Of vanished years came back, and, as of yore, The same voice called, and with soft eye be guiling. Our lost love beckoned, through time's gray veil smiling, Would we return? Would we return Once we had crosse 1 to death's unlovely land And trod the bloomless ways among the dead Lone aud unhappy: after years had fled With twilight wings along that glimmer ing strand, If then an angel came with outstretched hand To lead us back, aud we recalled in dread How soon the tears that once for us are shed May flow for others how like words in sand Our memory fades away how oft our wak ing Might vex the living with the dead heart's breaking, Would we return, Would we return? Robert Burnt WUson, in Century. THE GENERAL'S STORIES. Sckxe Bachelors' Mess at Fort Bowio, Arizona, Time A Winter Night. The General, a Veteran of the Civil War, aud an Old Forty-uiner, speaks. Yes, there are many, a great many, good stories told by pioneers, some more excellent than true. Now, Lieutenant D., down there at tho other end of the table, has a father who tells very many evcelleut stories, and he tells them so often at tho Pioneer Society's dinners that I imagine he is beginning to believe them himself. I have never told this story before. It will explain why a common stovepipe, like the one coming out of that stove in the corner, is always a grim reminder, in my eyes, of early California days. A few years after our occupation of tho State, I was stationed in Southern California, near Los Angeles, and oiio afternoon I strolled out to the scene of the Los Angeles massacre, in which a friend of mine, a youug of- ; ficer, and some enlisted men had been killed by the Mexicans some time before. While endeavoring to get a good idea ! of tho position occupied by our troops I accidentally stirred up the earth with my shoe, and looking down I saw something glisten l.kogold in the sun. I picked it up and found it to ba a human finger bone, aud still on it the West j Point cluss ring of my dead friend, marked with his name and the date of his graduation. I had visited his family in New England, so I wrote to them, in closing their boy's ring and explaining how it had come into my possession. In the course of time I received a very grateful answer, requesting me, if I could identity the youug man's remains, to have them disinterred and tent home. I found the remains aud shipped them, nicely boxed, to the Depot (juarter master, then in .'an Francisco, re uesiiag him to hold them, as I would come along in a month myself and re-ship them. In due time I received uuother kind letter announcing the arrival of the remains, aud the family seemed not able to thank me enough for what had been no trouble to me at all. Later on, having been granted a leuva of absence, which I was spending in the East, I found myself in New York City and I received an invitt tion to visit the family again. So one Saturday morning I started and reached the lovely old homestead, which was beautifully situated in a New England town. I was hospitably received. On the following morning, Sunday, I was taken to the little cemetery and shown my friend's grave, over which had been erected a beautiful marble monument, in scribed with his name, military history, and the date and maimer of his death. After a delightful visit I left, and my leave being up, I received orders to pro ceed to San Irancisco to report for duty as Depot tuartermnster. In those days (juartormafcter-, when relieving each other, were very careful to see that all public propcrt.' receipted for, e en to the last bolt, was there in the storehouse, before touching a pen to the receipts re lieving the other from responsibility. The amount of property was great, and it took me four days to verify it accord ing to the invoices. On the invoices were some original boxes of stovepipes, that is to say. some which had never been opened. While going around with the (luartermaster-Sergeaut, on the after noon of the fourth day, we came to the boxes of btovoapipes. Being original packages, I did not order them to be opened, but satisfied myself by moving them slightly in order to see If they were of the proper weight. I had moved six teen or seventeen of them, when one seemed to bo unusually light, and I di rected the Sergeant to open it. He did so; raided the lid of the box slightly, and h oked in. I noticed him quickly drop the lid and start back with a frightened lo k on his foce, and I said: "What's the matter. Serjeant, i n't it all right!" "No, sir, there's no stovepipes in there," he half gasped out. I said: "What is therein the box?" Ho said: "There's bones, human bones, sir. I saw a skull. " Tho truth then flashed across my mind. I had made a mistake and had shipped the wrong stovepipe box to the old home stead in New England. I paid the Gov ernment the price of ono box of stove pipe, gave the old Quartermaster a full receipt, had tho remains nicely burled in San Francisco, and until this moment I have never breathed it But a lovely white marble monument in that pretty little New England town mark? the last resting place of my box of stovepipes. IL I have not, so far, given Lieuteant D.'s father, a reputation for veracity in his stories. Tho mention of the igi lance Committee a few moments ago re minds me of one on him which will il lustrate his character in another respect. In 1.-50 ho was In a mining camp then called Hangtown, but now known as Placerville. Hangtown was well named, for it was the headquarters of tho Vigi lance Committee in that portion of the State, and more hangings of lawless characters were going on there per hour than in any other village, town, or city on earth. The little community hud long suffered from horse and mule thieves, but the scoundrels were so adroit and knew the country so well that they were seldom captured. Once in a while, feel ing secure, one would become indiscreet orunwnry andwould becaptured and then tried before a court of vigilantes. The leader of this gang of thieves had never been caught, and things got so bad that finally a determined effort was made, and he was captured while riding away on another man's mule. He was brought to camp, pleaded not guilty, but was sentenced to be hanged on tho following morning. D., who was a member of the Vigilance Committee, was detailed to guard the fellow during the night. One by one the tired miners went to sleep. Night settled down, and D. was left sitting on a box, his rifle across his knees, while the outlaw was bound se curely with ropes and tied with his back to a tree only a few feet away. The over land mail had arrived that day, and along toward midnight D. lighted a can dle and began reading a Cincinnati news paper in au endeavor to make the long hours pais quickiy. The camp was in a tall pino forest the treetops so close to gether that they shut out any light from the stars. Here and there could be seen miners, rolled up in their blankets, fast asleep on the ground. A few smol dering fires still gave a little light; now aud then a momentary flame would shoot tip from one of them, brightening tho dark night but little, and then through the gloom could be seen D. guarding the prisoner. All was quiet. D. was read ing home news, when tho prisoner, who had seen tho name of the paper, printed in large type at the top of the page, broke the silence by saying in a low voice: 'Stranger, will you let mo say a few words to you? I've got only a few hours, and I want to speak to you a little." "Yes," answered D., in a surly tone, "go on." 'Do you hail from Cincinnati, my friend. I see you are reading a Cincin nati newspaper, and that was my home, aud I would like to ask you. if you ever go back that way, to tell a little lie for me, and say I had been killed fighting the Indians, for it would break my poor old father's heart if he heard the truth." ' I'll do it," answered D. "But don't call me your friend." Something familiar in the prisoner's voice struck D., however, ana as the man talked D. wondered where he had heard that voice before, and finally settled on the man as Bill S., who had been a big boy and in a higher class at St. Francis Xavier's College when he himself was a little boy there. And in the tall, broad-shouldered, brawny-looking outlaw, his face hardened by ex posure and dissipation, could still be seen the likeness of the schoolboy who had run away from home to California. "Excuse mo," said the prisoner, "for calling you my friend, out you wero reading a paper from my home, and it seemed to me I had seen you before. Did you go to the Jesuits' school in Cincinnati when you were a little boy, for your face reminds me of a youngster I knew there whose name was D., Frank )., I think ? I remember him very well, because one day he was being bul lied by a bigger boy; he was delicate and couldn't defend hinisel', and I turned in and laid the bully out." ' Ves, Hill," said 1)., "I was the boy and I remember it all. But I am sorry to see you where you are. I didn't think you had gone so low. And now, Bill, you have got to die in the morning, and if you have anv messages that you want to send home you had better give them to me, for your time is short. I will ti ll the lie you asked me to tell, and if necessary I will cover it up with u thou sand more." After remaining in silence for some time aud evidently in deep thought, D. continued: "Bill, do you think after this expeiien e, if you were free again, that you would lead a decent lire ami be ome a good citien." "Yes," said I ill, "I would, but there's no show for me now." "Well. Bill, if you will promise nie faithfully thnt you will never steal again, that you will always try to do right, I will jet you go, in remembrance of the time when you licked that bully to save me, for I think a boy who would do that would grow to be a man too good to hang." "But Frank," said Bill, "can you do it and save yourself, for they might hang you in my place, and I would rather stay and tako my medicine than do that" " Never mind about that, Bill. Talk low and we will arrange the plan. I will cut your ropes and give you my knife. In the morning I will bo found asleep, my knife taken, and you uone. When you go down the caynon take my mule. Bo sure about it, for my life may depend on that. He is the dun-colored one nenr tho stream ; he wears a horse-hoir halter. You can't miss him, but be careful. Then make your way north. Bill, sell the mule, and deposit the money to my credit in San Francisco." The ropes were cut and Bill was free, and. while thanking D. and nearly crushing his hand in saying good-bye, D. said to him : "Bill, I want to ask you one question more did you steal that mule?" " Yes, I did, Frank. Good-bye and God bloss you for this." He made his way stealth ily down the canyon and was oil. As morning dawned in the camp and the miners began stirring, they naturally looked to see their prisoner. There was D. fast asleep on the ground, his knife taken, the ropes cut and lying at the foot of the tree, and the prisoner gone. There was great excitement. Two or three ran to D., roughly shook him, and, with much profanity, asked him if he knew the cuss had escaped. D. rubbed his eyes in a sleepy sort of way, jumped to his feet excitedly, and told the miners that the prisoner must have seen him fail to sleep, then had carefully taken his knife without waking him, cut his ropes and gone. The men were very much en raged. D. was made a prisoner. Some went so far as to say that D. ought to swing in the outlaw's place, and from being the best liked man in camp he be came an object of contempt He seemed to feel very badly; he looked morti fied, and heartbroken over his trouble. A pursuing party had been sent out, but Bill had three hours' start and it soon came back unsuccess ful, but with the agreeable news that the outlaw had stolen D.'s mule, and they all said: "It served him right." The los of his own mule allayed all suspi cion against D., if any had existed, and he was soon released with a severe, repri mand for his carelessness. But as D. told mo afterward, once or twice he was pretty anxious, for ho did not know what his enraged comrades would do. A month ago I saw D. in New York, where he now resides, and in the course of our conver-ation I said to him: "As a matter of curiosity, D., did you ever get your money for" your mule?" "Yes," said D., "about six months later the sum of $250 was deposited to my credit in San Francisco by a person unknown to the bank, and five years later," con tinued D., going to tho safe and handing me a letter, "I received this letter, which I have always kept as proof that Bill was too good a man to hang :" Mayor's Office, , Jan. 4, 1850. Mr Dkak Kriexd Fhank: I made my es cape as you know, and sold your mule for S'-Jo. It was the tst I could do, Frann. I got the money and scraped together $i5 more and left it in San Francisco for you. The t was for the use of the mule he was a good one. I then came here ami have stayed. I am well olf and am respected as a good citizen, as shown by my election as Mayor last year. You saved my life, my dear friend, when I deserved to' die, so don't be offended, Frank, when I tell you thut if you or yours are ever in want of a home or need a dollar you can always have mine and always count on every cent I have in the world. Your grateful friend, William 8. I finished the letter aud lookod at D., whose eyes were moist as he said : "Yes, and that man is one of the most promi nent, respected, and influential citizens in tho Northwest to-day." Neie York Timet. The Color of Birds' Ejrgs. Many birds make their nests in lofty trees or on the edges of precipitous cliffs. Of these, the eagles, vultures, and crows are conspicuous examples. They are, for the most part too powerful to be afraid of the marauding magpie, and only fear the attacks of beasts of prey, among whom they doubtless classify tho humau race. They rely for the safety of their eggs on the inaccessible positions of the nest. Many of them also belong to a still larger group of birds who reiy for the safety of their eggs upon their own ability, either singly, in pairs, or in colonies, to defend them against all ag gressors. Few colonics of birds are more interesting than those of herons, cormor rants, and their respective allies. These birds lay white or nearly white eggs. Nature, with her customary thrift, has lavished no color upon them because, apparently, it would have been wasted cirort to do so; but the eggs of the guil lemot are a remarkable exception to this rule. Few eggs are more gorgeously colored, aud no ei'gs exhibit such a va riety of color. It is impossible to sup pose that protective selection can have produced colors so conspicuous on the white edges of the chalk cliffs; aud sex ual selection must have been equally powerless. It would be too ludicrous a suggestion to suppose that a cock guille mot fell in love with a plain-colored hen because he remembered that last season she laid a gay-colored egg. it cannot be accident that causes the guillemot's eggs to be so handsome aud so varied. In the case of birds breeding in holes se cure from the prying eyes of the marau t -ing magpie, no color u wasted where it is not wanted. The more dcep'y nature is studied, the more certain seems to be the conclusion that all her endless variety is the result of evolution. It seems also to bu more aud more certain that natural selection is not the cause ot evolution, but only its guide. Variation is the ciiubo of evo lution, but the cuuse of variation is un known Mature. Recent observations suggest that ner fuines and odors of llowers operate power fully iu preventing diseases. A WONDERFUL FORMATION. PECDIilAK BACTERIAN GROWTH ON A YOUNG GIRL. A Froir Growing on the Side of the Little- Maitl'a Head The Moth er's Story. A recent number of the Ft. Louis lie finblimn says: Dr. E. Younkin, the well known practitioner and editor of the Americm Medical Journal, returned yes terday from a professional trip to Illinois, wherein he was confronted with one of the most remarkable cases in the history of medical practice. To a Jtc,u!ilican re porter the doctor last night gave the fol lowing account of the case: "A few days ago I was called into Illinois, eighty miles south of St. Louis, and on learning that there was a peculiar case of 'moth er's mark' in tho vicinity, I determined to go and see it. When I reached the coun try home, I was shown a pretty, vivacious maiden of ten summers, with a mis chievous sparkle in her young eyes, and somcting sitting on her head bearing a strong resemblance to a frog or toad. The little girl was perfectly lortned and had never been seriously ill and was pretty, but at the sight of this ill-formed monster's head, looking out from the scat of reason, one's first impulse is to shrink from it and shudder as one brought suddenly to confront a reptile. I drew near, however, and examined and was convinced. Near tho top of tho head, on the left parietal bone, there was a patch destitute of hair, in the cen tre of which was situated the toad. I looked again and it appeared more like a frog when it floats on the smooth surface of the water, with its head and shoulders in sight." "Has it eyes, legs and a mouth?" "Well, the front half of the little ani mal was above the general contour of tho scalp, but tho legs seemed to bo buried iu the cranium, just as they would be in water if the animal was swimming. The head and mouth are well defined, but the eyes are missing." "You say the mouth is well defined.'" "Yes, sir; I opened it with my own fingers, and felt almost afraid it would bite me, although tho teeth were not visible. There was a mucous substance perceptible, that added much to its nat turalness, and left an impression that it could cat, just tho same as any other mouth." "What is the exact position of this additional head on the child's head?" "It is situated on the left side, on the Sarictal bone, rather near the top of the ead, and when one sits on the right side of the little girl and looks at the frog, it looks for all thp world as if it contemplated springing directly into tho beholder's face. " "How large is this bacterian growth?" "At present it is about half the size of the natural frog or toad, and for half an inch around its body there is a smooth, epithelial border, destitute of the hairy growth of the scalp. The remainder of the head was covered with a thick cov ering of auburn hair, and the little girl seemed even prouder of her 'toady,' as she called it. than she did of her beauti ful locks." Of what color is the frog?" "The color is that of the true skin, but the parents informed me that during a wet or rainy time, or seasons of even cloudy weather, it turned a little purple, as if wanting to tako to water, its natu ral element "Is the sense of touch communicated freely Irom this to the brain?" "Yes, the sympathy is complete, and a probe or a puncture of 'toady' pro duces pain as instantly as would be caused by touching any other member." "Do you think this 'incibus' can be removed, or has it a vascular connection that would make that operation unsafe?" "It has no vascular connection, as is often the case in sim lar freaks, but can be removed at anytime without danger. I offered to remove it, and guaranteed complete and speedy restoration, but tho little girl objected to parting with her pet, and some country physicians had told her parents that it would not be safe to remove it, and so they objected." "How do you explain this curiosity?" "Well, sir, it has long been a question among the medical fraternity as to whether there was any such thing us a 'mother's murk,' and I have heretofore been a doubting Thomas, but since I havo seen this, and heard the mother's story, I will tome down off the fence and ud mit thut it is possible for the mental to nak') a lasting Impression upon the phys ical nature."' "What is tho mother's story?" "Simply this: She states that while walking through a wood, she accident ally stepped on a toad, which gave her a great Iri'jht. She was at the time bare foot, and at first thought it was a snake. As she looked down she saw the toad sticking half way from beneath her foot, with its head protruding. This was un doubtedly the reason of the murk on the head of the child." A Snail Race. I'm told that a foolish Frenchman, as a new amusement for his idleness, has invented the sport of suuil racing, The course s a Ioiilt. smooth board, ut the end of which is a lighted candle. When the room is darkened the snails natur ally begin to creep along the board toward the Haino. To make tho race more interest ng various obstacles are placed across the board, and tho fastest snails, so to speak, are burdened with pellets of clay. This sort of thing may do to amuse a Frenchman whose time hangs heavy on his hands, but the best excuse for it thut I've heard is a verse supposed to come from the snails them selves, llun it is : ( Hir motto is "Fotina ionte, Ami its better than U-u out of twenty: For the lutar you start uud the slower you The stumer you'll letti n who is beaten, you know ! 61 XioholaiL UP-HIU. Does the road wind np-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day! From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting place! A roof for when the slow, dark hours be gin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock or call when just in sight? They will not keep you standing at the door. Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak? Of labor you shall find the sum. Will there be beds for me and all who seek? Yes, beds for all who come. CVit.sftna Rosetti. HUMOR OF THE DAT. The cradle of liberty is as solid as its rocks. Picayune. The most popular trade mark . Merchant Traveler. Who wants a chest protector most? A miser. Botton Courier. The buzz-saw has an off hand way with new acquaintances. Boston Bulle tin. A mustard plaster is very sympathet ic. W"hen it can't do anything else for you it draws your attention. Burling ton Free Pre. After rolling all night in his berth the steward got a boot thrown at him when he asked the sick passenger if he would have a roll for breakfast. Men curse the wind so chill and raw That brings the fleecy storm, And then when things begin to thaw They kick because it's warm. Merchant Traveler. Teacher: Tho wisest man that ever lived said : "There is nothing new under the sun." Little Boy (enthusiastically): But I'll bet they never had a baby at his house? A poet has written some lines entitled "I Owe No Man a Dollar." This, if true, is conclusive evidence that he is engaged in some other business than writing poetry. Norristoien Herald. An up-town merchant said to a fann er: "A dollar will go farther than it use to." "Yes," tho farmer quickly re plied, "and it makes the distance in quicker time." Uxulson llepullican. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day; The painter bold winds slowly o'er the lea, And, as he goes, on fences doth display "Take Jenkins' pills and from all ills ba freel" St-. Louis Magazine. Jay Gould is said to have gone through life leisurely. Iudecd he has. It has taken him fifty-two years to get this far, and we know . plenty of people who reached l&7 in less than half that time. Life. They say that a man can leave an um brella out doors in Norway and find it there at any time. This does not show 60 much that tho people are positively honest as it does that they seldom have rain in Norway. Meie Haven AW. "What kind of cake do you call that !" asked a young husband at the tea-table. "Sponge cake, is it." "Yes; what kind of cake did you think it was?" ' I thought it might bo stomach t ake " 'You are real mean, so you are." T id-Bits. The bull-dog in the show, whose part it was to seize tho villaiu by tho throat and hold on for dear life, succeeded at Cincinnati the other night in dragging from under tho player's collar the piece of liver which coaxed him on, and, taking it before the iootlights, he sat down and quietly ate it, while tho vil lain escaped. Coul in the Metropolis. Oscar W. Riggs says in the New York Mail and Expres : Nearly all the coal brought to New Y'ork comes in canal bouts currying 100 tons, or in cars from fifteen to twenty tons. This coul is not delivered in New York except to retail ers. Th railroad curs and canal boats aie first unloaded at some one of the numerous coul depots on the New Jer ey shore. It is sent over to the city in canal buuts as a rule, though to some extent in cars. Some of the retailers do a very ex tensive business, having from ten to twenty different offices. There are many brokers who, while ostensibly dealers themselves, are really supplied from re tailers, from whom they receive a com mission. The poor in teucments, huving no place iu which to tore coul, are obliged to buy it by tho pail, and are thus forced forced to pay about double the usuul price by the tou. Cheap flats and some of the tenements are supplied in cloth buirs holding 10U pounds; the e bugs obviate the sprinkling of coal dust on the stairs and iu the rooms, and are really a useful in vention; the quantity of coal they con tain usually costs about thirty cents, but this price was doubled recently by reuson vf the t'car.lty. The companies in tho i-'enusylvauia coal combination produce in the aggregate : .l,Un(l.tii,u tons uunu ully. .New York, Philadelphia uud Boston are the great coal markets. Phila delphia, though iieiu cr the coul fields, has ut times hud to pay ipiite higher prices than the other two cities, the tax thus levied on its citizens by the corpora tions which they themselves created amounting in one yeur, it is estimuted, to $ I, i lin.oiHi. This resulted from the lower rates of freight granted to the more distant market. An inquiry two years ago showed thut Philadelphia, ut a distance of only mm ty miles lrom the coal fields, pa d u ictail piice of $U.5il pertou; .New York, 1-0 miles away, paid only fr-Vhi: Baltimore, lss miles distant, paid f't, and Boston, still stranger to say, though :i.r4 miles ttwuy, paid only r. 74 per ton.
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