SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN. W, M. CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. VIII. Look Up. By night.tho Ravens cradle me, the while I' dr'ea&jby dreams, And when I waken, ah! how small my lit tle chamber seems. If on your soul the changeful world casta dally, doubt and terror, Look up to'the eternal skies where never star makes error. ON THE TRACK. The night was dark, and a drizzling rain was falling when I arrived at the little railroad station at Rimm's Prai rie, and the first man 1 mot there was 4 Abe Wilder, the drawbridge tender. 1 dismounted and fastened my horse and tho one' I had been leading to a tree on tho sheltered side of the station building. I had come to the station full of eagerness to meet my wife, who had been away on a visit of a couple of days to her sister in II . We had been married only a few months, so that her short absence from our pretty homo 011 the prairie had been greatly felt by mc, and lovor-tike, I was full of long ing and anxiety for her safe return. 80 my disappointment was nil tho greater when Abo told mo the train on which sho was coming back to mo was two hours Into. Hut, to whilo away the time, Abo proposed that I should go with him to tho bridge, only a short iistance down the track from tho sta tion. To this I consented, the more readily bccauso Abo had been my rival for Annie's love before wo were mar ried, and my winning her heart and hand seemed to make him very unhap py and down-hearted for a time; but for all that ho had shown me no ill will. On the contrary, his had ap parently been the most sincere and heart-felt congratulations and well wishes for our future liappinoss and welfare. 80 when he asked me togo with him to the bridge, I did not hesitate to accept the invitation. We walked down the track side b y lide. I did most of the talking, for he seemed uneasy and nervous, and I thought that in this way I could best calm him, and make him feel less em harassed. The distance from the station to the bridgo wa3 only about ten minutes' walk, and we arrived thero without any interruption. I noticed, however, that Abe became more and more excited every moment, and was about to ask what troubled him, when 110 turned upon mo suddenly, his eyes ablaze with the light of madness. "Curse you!" ho hissed, grinding his teeth and bending his faco close to mine. "You havo robbed mo of all that makes lifo worth living. Tonight you shall prove to mo if you are worthy of that love." Wo were standing in front of the lit tle house at the end of the bridge, and the light from the open door fell straight upon his face. "What do you mean?" I cried in hor ror, for I could see that a madman, beut upon some fiendish purposo, was standing beforo mc. His faco was flushed and swollen; the veins upon his neck and forehead stood out like cords and pulsed feverishly; his glit tering eyes wero red and bloodshot, while his lips were drawn and pale, and bloodless. "What do I mean?" ho mocked. "Just this: I would givo my life for a smile—ior only a smile from tho woman I love. Now I want to see what you will give for her life." "Abo, you are crazy," I cried with as steady a voice as I could command. "Right you arc. Crazy, mad, in sane, and you have helped to make me 80. Only for you I might havo been the happiest man on earth today. If you prove tonight, however, that you are worthy of tho love of which you cheated me, I'll forgive you, and die with you." "Woll," I said, "If I had thought that it was to listen to this nonsense that you invited mo to come with you, 1 would certainly have refused. 80 I will bid you good-night." I turned to walk away; but in a mo ment ho sprang upon mo and with a blow from a coupling- pin lie was hold ing in his hand, ho felled mo to tho ground, insensible. When I returned to consciousness I found myself gagged, and bound with chains to tho iron rails, nnd so securely that I could not move my feet or body, but my hands were free. I looked up and saw Abo standing above me, watching me closely with a demon's leer upon his face. When k« saw that I recognized him. he sat down on the ground beaido me, and rubbed his hands in glee. "Ihad it all planned so nicely," he said in exultant tones. "It could not fail to catch you. I have been planning and planning, and waiting and waiting, ever since the night you and Annie were married. From that night, some how, I could not believe that jou loved htr as dearly and deeply as I did, and I could find no rest night or day for that thought. Tonight, however, I shall satisfy myself, and if I find my sus picions were false, and you love her better than your life, I will die with you; if, on the othor hand, they are true, I shall not hesitate to kill you as one usurping a place that belongs to another." I could not answer him, and when I attempted to rcmovo the g»? from my mouth ho beat me with a stout stick over the arms and hands until I de sisted. "Ha, ha, ha!" he laughed. "You see I had it figured out very closely, even to the providing of this stick for keeping you in order. You must un derstand that I intend to do all the talking, and want you to pay strict attention to all that I say. Wo have an hour or moro to wait beforo tho train comes along, so that wo need not b.i iu any hurry. Still, I suppose you are somewhat curious to find out what I intend doing with you; but wait with patience and you shall know all about it in good time. I have togo and set out the lights on the bridge now, so that when tho train comes tho engineer can see them and come right along without any fear of danger. But be fore I leavo you I must fasten your hands, so that you can do yourself no harm." He then fastened stout cords around my wrists and bound my arms to the rails also, and in such a way that I could not movo an inch iu any direc tion. Then 110 left mo. I could see him lighting and placing the lanterns on tho bridge, which ho did in an easy, leisurely way, which was a torture alone for me to behold. My hands and arms wero becoming tired and began to ache, so I bent my finger tips downward to find something to rest them upon when thoy touched something smooth and cold. 1 man aged to turn my hoad far enough around to seo what it was. It was a pistol lying on a crosstie just under my hand. I could not reach it, how ever, to grasp it, and I knew that oven if I could it would be of no service to me, bound as I was, hand and foot. 1 strained my eyes to see if I could pos sibly move it somewhere where it would be out of sight of Abe, and where I could reach it again if my hands were freed once more. Yes, if it could be made to fall oil tho tie on the side nearest to ine it would be iu darkness, and within easy reach of my hand. But could I get it there? I strained every muscle to mako my bonds as loose as possible, then I bent my hand downward and with a snap of my fingers I sent the pistol spinning round and round and the next moment it fell over the edge of the tie and was hid den in the darkness. I had barely succeeded in hiding the weapon the best way I could, when Abe returned. "Now everything is ready," ho said. "All we have to do now is to wait, and while we are waiting I will tell you what I haVe planned to do, with your assistance. As I said bofore, I don't think that you love Annie as well as I do, but I am going to give you a chance to prove that you do, and this will bo the test: The train with your wife on board will be along here in less than half an hour. You are lying with your neck on the rail, and the wheels will pass over you, and, of course, you are dead in tho twinkling of an eye, and the train will pass on in safety. But you can save yourself if you like. This rope" (and he held the end of one up before my face) "is attached to the end of a bar of iron swinging on a pivot at the other end of the bridgo. If you pull the rope the iron will swing across the track, and upon strik ing against a post right opposito will tumble off the pivot and rest squarely across the rails. The engineer, seeing the signals all clear ahead, and being two hours late, will come right on with more than usual speed, and there will be a terrible jar and a crash and the train is wrecked; but you have saved your neck. Very nicely planned, isn't it!' When he paused to see what effect LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, APRIL 18, 1890. this speech Lad upon mo, I jerked mj. arms as if trying to get tbem free. "Ah, yes! I'll unfasten your arms now," he said, and in a moment ho cut the ropes that bound them with a knife. Then ho continued: "Yes, I expect you will want to use your arms beforo long, and having them stretched out in that way is npt to make them stiff and useless." When my arm 9 were freo I attempted once more to remove the gag from my mouth; but as beforo ho boat mo with a stick until I desisted. I was helpless. Minute after minute passed, and I knew that the train would como along presently. Every moment I imagined that 1 felt the vibrations of the wheels along i,ho rail under my head. Abe was sitting beside me, listening intently for the first rumbling sound to reach his cars. When he hoard it I knew that he would place the rope in my hands and give mo the choice of wrecking the train or losing my life. I shall not attempt to describe the thoughts and feeling that went through my brain and body, for that were im possible. Presently I throw out my hand and it fell upon the pistol, which I had for gotten all about since Abo's return. Now, however, my fingers grasped it firmly and I began to think how I could use it to save myself and at the same time avert the danger to tho coming train. I never knew how it happened, but in a moment my hand lifted the weapon into the air. Abo saw it, and sprang to his feet, and made an attempt to take it away from me, when it explod ed; then he staggered backward a fow steps and fell to the ground. When the noiso of tho pistol shot stopped ringing in my ears, another sound reached them. Tho rumbling of the train enme to mo along tho rails from the distance. A few minutos at the most, and it would be upon mo. I toro tho gag out of my mouth and shouted. I yet held tho pistol in my hand. What use could I make of it? I could put an end to my life. But the rush ing, rumbling wheels of the train would do that for me, and only too soon. My eyes fell upon tho signal lights on the bridge and a new idea struck me. ] turned my head and saw the headlight of tho locomotivo not far away. Tho next moment I raisod the pistol, took good aim and fired at tho signal lantern on the bridge, but missed it. I fired again and again until tho pistol was empty, but with tho snmo result, for tho lantern was still gleaming brightly, swinging to and fro in tho wind, as if beckoning tho train to come and de stroy me. The glare from the headlight of the locomotive seemed to be right above me, tho roar of tho train drownod my voice, and the jar of the rail under my head felt like an electric current run ning through my body. I closed my eyes and waited for the end. Suddenly tho jar and noiso stopped, and shortly I heard voices close beside mo. I looked up and saw soma people bonding over mo; but I was too weak to speak. They released me from the rails and carried me on board tho train, and I knew nothing moro for many days. When I returned to consciousness 1 was told that tho engineer had soon the flashes from the pistol when I fired, and had succeeded in stopping the train when within a fow foot of where I lay; but not before it had run over the bedy of Abe Wilder. It was several months before I recov ered sufficiently from tho shock of that our of terror to move about. It mado mo an old man in appearance; for my steps aro feeble, my checks are sunken and shrivelled, and my hair is white as snow. Times- Democrat. Nothing Like a Change! Dr. Knowall—My good sir, wha you want is thorough alteration of cli mate. The only thing to cure you is a long sea voyage! Patient—That's rather inconvenient. You see I'm only just homo from a sea voyage round tho world. London Punch. A Sure Sign. Morritt—You are getting quite a man. Little Johnnie—Yes. Ma has stopped cutting down pa's clothes foi me.— Epoch. Among those who set themselves up as great guns the ones of tl)o sioallwt cali ber are the biggest botes. A LUMBER CAMP. Pioturesque Description of Life Among' Canadian Loggers. _ Plenty of Hard Work, Whole some Food and Pure Air. In New Brunswick the chief lumber regions are the Nashwaak, the upper St. John,, and its tributaries, and the aorthwest and southwest branches of the Miramichi. Tho distance from the mouth of the St. John River to the confines of Maine, where much timber .s cut, is not less than 400 miles. Whon the timber men sot out they bid ;heir wives and sweethearts good by till after the rains of the next spring. The place selected for operations by those brawny fellows is often a piece of primeval forost showing no sign that man has ever been thero before. Tho :reos, which are spruce, pine, birch, maple or beech, grow cleanly from the grouhd to a height of twenty, thirty or forty feet, and horses with bob slods ;an move about easily. But winter and summer those giant evergreens re tain their boughs, and these are so thick that the rays of the sun can hardly strugglo through them. Arrived at their destination the men at onco sot to work to build two shan ties, one for themselves and another for their horses. Logs aro cut and notched at tho end, then dovetailed together, forming when put together a quadran gular enclosure. On the top and run ning parallel from end to end are two largo timbers placed several feet from the centre. Tho roof rests along these and on tho walls. One wall is higher than tho other, and tho roof pieces, each of which is hollowed out, aro fitted together concavely and convexly. They project beyond tho wall on the lower side and carry oil tho water. In tho middle of tho old-fashioned shanty is tho fireplace, built of stone and capable of holding nearly a cord of wood. Thero is no chimnoy, but a hole in the roof with a wooden frame work outside draws tho smoke. The icams are stuffed with moss or hay, and the rude dwelling is quito comfortable. The men lie in bunks around and can see the stars through the groat opening above. Two huge cranes are fixed at each tide of the fireplace, upon which the cook can hang his different pots. A capable cook is about the best paid man in the camp, getting as high as S3O a mouth. He has a "cookeo" to assist him. And those sturdy woodchoppers put windows in their rude dwellings, and it is a cheerful Bight for tho trap per on a frosty night as he trudges through the forest to seo tho ruddy light streaming out upon the snow and see the sparks and smoke ascend into tho clear, bitter air. The cook is about the most import ant man in the camp. But he has to rise each morning a couple of hours be foro tho wintry stars begin to pale in tho dawn to get breakfast. If the shanty is within reasonable distance of civilization he will have such delica cies now and again as fresh beef and potatoes, which ho cooks in a huge, wide-bottomed pot. His pans, drink ing basins, pots and kettles have all been cleaned in hot water before he re tires at night, and everything is ready at his hand in the morning. Some time before breakfast is ready tho teamstors get up and feed their horses, which are provided with a warm shanty. The meal is hastily made, tho men light their pipes, shoulder their axes, and followed by the teamsters lead the way to the chopping ground. Usually there are a couple of guns in the party and these woodsmen aro tol erablo shots. Sometimes a moose is killed and harded over to tho cook, who makes it into the most savory of dishes. Frequently a good sportsman will go out and get six to oight brace of grouso or "spruce partridgo" as the woodsmen call them, and these the cook plucks, cleans, hangs for a few days and then stews with onions and savory, the aroma from the inviting mess rising on tho air and delighting the nostrils of the hungry men as they return from work. And what appetites theso choppers have when they return to the shanties in the dusk! There is nearly always a stream hard by, and to this they go and have a wash, brushing their hair up with the crown of their soft hats or caps. . Tfce cook js ready for tfcetn. He ha» Terms—$1.25 in Advance; $1.50 after Three Months. a huge pot of hot t«*, abundance of h«t bread and fried pork swimming in lard. Cfometimes he has an enormous "batter cake," moist with lard and containing bits of pork cut up small mixed through it. Each man takes a tin dish, in which be puts his bread and pork, pouring a quantity of molasses over both. He then fills his pint tin with tea. and taking his clasp kniffe or a heavy metal knife provided in the camp sits closo to the roaring fire. He pours plenty of molasses into his tea. Everything goes on with the bc9t nature and after supper the pipes are lighted. In a little while the choppers go and grind their axes for the morrow, and tho rest stretch around in thoir bunks telling stories or singing songs. They goto bed at nino o'clock. —New York Herald. A Tame Seal. "Dick" tho baby seal caught in tho brush near tho salt works about two months ago, says a Rodondo (Cal.) cor respondent of tho Los Angeles Express, has become a great pet and a general favorite. Ho was set free about two weeks sino and immediately mado a wild break for doop water, into which ho disappeared in a twinkling. It was thought ho would suroly join the wild herd and nevor come back, but in less than half an hour after his liberation ho camo paddling up alongside tho pier under the fisherman's poles, poked his head out of the water, and began to cry and bog most plteously for fish. And so now every day from early morn until sunset, ho spends his time gam boling in deep water around tho pier. He affords a fino chance to study the animal's habits in his native cle ment. A few days sinco "Dick" wont out with the fishermen about four miles from shore. When tho boat stopped "Dick" climbed in and sat down on the seat to await developments. Soon a small, live fish was thrown overboard, and "Dick" jumped in after it, cap tured it, and immediately climbed in and resumed his ieaS l-.-stde the fisher men. This was repeated many times during the day. At about sundown "Dick" swims out to tho steam tug Pelican, climbs up on deck and sleeps thero all night. He also sometimes sleeps on shore under tho end of tho pier. The Care of Canariet. A good many pcoplo don't know how to take care of 'canary birds, and there fore give them the following advice, which I got from a bird fancier: "Never give your bird sugar or figs 01 raisins or anything sweet, except a small piece of sweet apple (peeled) twice a week. Put tho apple in the cage in the morning .and take it out at night. It should have all tho rape and canary seed it wants, and gravel should be kept in the bottom of the cage. Avoid feeding tho bird on celery. Twico a week food it on one-third of a boiled egg, using both the white and yellow of tho egg. Grate up tho egg; that is better than putting it in whole. Give it tho egg the day beforo it gets the apple, and as largo a piece of tho former as of tho latter. Let it have a bath ovcry day, using water with tho chill taken off." The Boss of the House. Little 6-year-old Buster was celebrat ing his birthday yesterday and did pretty much as he pleased. He felt his superiority to baby and showed it plain ly and emphatically. Mamma had made him a large cake, which ho eyed avari ciously as dinner time approachod. "I'm the boss of thatcako," ho finally remarked to his younger brother. "Yes," replied baby, "but you ain't tho boss of this house." "I know it," said tho celebrant. Papa, who was sitting near, threw himself back in his chair, and, inflating his chest, asked: "Who is boss in this house, my son?" "Mamma," came the quick retort of the observing youngster.— RjchetUr Union and Advertiser. A Long Horseback Ride. A Cossack officer named Pyevtzoff is taking a horsoback ride from Bielovet chensk, on the River Amoor, in eastern Siberia, to St. Petersburg, a distance of 5300 miles. He goes quito alone on an ordinary cavalry horse and carrying his provisions with him. He started in November, and when last seen by a party of merchants near Irkutsk was in good health and spirits, and had made about a quarter of the distance. II will bo the longest ride on rctord. NO. 27. Beginning Anew. Every day is a fresh beginning, Every morn is the world made new. You who are weary of sorrow and sinning, Here is a beautiful hope for you— A hope for me and a hope for you. All the past things are past and over; The tasks are done and the tears are shed. Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover: Yesterday's wounds, which smarted and bled, Are healed with the healing which night has shed. Yesterday now is a part of forever, Bound up in a sheaf, which God holds tight, With glad days, nnd sad days, and bad days, which never Shall visit us more with their bloom and their blight, Their fullness of sunshine or sorrowful night. • * * # * * * Every day is a fresh beginning; Listen, my soul, to the glad refrain, And, spite of old sorrow, and older sin ning, And puzzles forecasted and possible pain, Take heart with the day, and begin again. HUMOROUS. It's a wise fly that knows a bald head in spite of a wig. When n man "tries for all ho is worth'' and doesn't succeed, probably ho is not worth much. Applicant for Board—Your board ecoms a little high. Landlady—That is so people cannot jump it. The proverb tells us that lazy folks always take tho most pains; but it fails to tell us what they afterward take to relieve tho pains. Mrs. Lumkins (reading the financial page). What are stock quotations, any way? Mr. L.—Stock quotations? Thoso from Shakespeare. What's the difference between tho average young woman and tho average clergyman? One marries for lovo and the other love 3 to marry. Eat cold food slowly, is a warning from the wise, and eat sparingly of it, too. If you do eat cold food don't Wash it down with ico water. First Boarder—There's a good dool of heat in this soup? Second Boarder- Well, you should bo thankful that thero is something in it besides water. She—Come in! You must excuse us. I've boen up in arms for two days Ho —Yes, I heard you had three other beaux. You're up in arms too much. Yes, Augustus, we believe it is bet ter to have loved and lost, than nevor to have loved at all. It is better for the jeweler, and tho florist, and the messenger boy. Parent (after administering a correc tion to his boy)—Do you know why I punished you? Small Sniveller—Y-y --yes; 'cause yo-yo-you're bigger than I am—boo -hoo 1 Man of the House (coldly)—To what am I indebted for the honor of this visit? Caller (with folded document) — To the firm of Allwood & Co.—s7. 60. I'm their new collector. Mistress—l am very much disgusted with you. Servant—What is tho mat ter? What have I done? Mistress— You used the same brush in shining my shoes that you did on your own. •'lf it is true that men in a way par take of the nature of what they feed on," said the hungry boarder, "tho men in this houso certainly ought to be plucky," and once more he sighed as he tackled tho inevitable fried liver. Husband (reading paper)—l see they have arrested some men for shooting birds on the wing. Wife—Servos them right. Thoy should shoot them on the head or on tho foot. You mon have no idea how ugly a spoiled wing looks on a hat. Tramp—"Haven't you got something for me to do?" Parmer—"No, 1 guess not. Tho re is not much work jus now." Tramp—"l don't need much You would bo surprised to see with how little work I could worry along." Visitor—Arc you not afraid, with so many young mon calling on your daughter, some ono of them will take her from you? Mamma—Not at all. There's safety in a multitude. The only danger is when she has only one gentleman calling. In a Birmingham (England) hotel there is an announcement that all pro fane persons will be shown to a room kept purposely for swearers. A drunken man was recently reminded of this rule, and he asked to be taken to tho apartment. He was told togo to it by a certain door. It was the door to the street.
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