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.