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HOW PROVIDENCE WATCHS&S THE
Before the house is seated,
Before the footlights blaze,
Before the curtaiu rises,
Before the music plays,
Sit here in 5 and 7,
Row L and Section 2,
For some sedate reflections
I want to spiel to you.
In youth I always argued
That every circumstance
And even human destiny
Was but the work of chance.
But years have taught me better,
And now in riper age,
I see the hand of Providence
Supreme upon the stage.
For thirty years I’ve pondered
On curtains, flies and wings
Drops and sets aud properties,
Prompters and calls and rings,
Table and chairs and sofa,
Trap and throne and tree,
Business and fall and enter
And exit L. U. E
For thirty years I've watched em,
In noble and deadly deed—
Old man, soubretts and walking gent,
Character, heavy and lead,
Groans and laughs and muses.
Crosses and frowns and aside,
Oid Dustan’s stamp and King Richard’s limp
And Hamlet’s fearsome stride.
PLAY,
For thirty years I've studied
Productions grave and gay,
Opera, tragedy, drama,
Comedy, farce and play;
Parquet, lobby and foyer,
Balcony. box and aisle.
And over the tout ensemble
Kind Providence seems to smile.
For when did the leading lady
Forget her entrance cue,
If the hero lay bound by the villain,
Where the night express comes through?
In thirty years’ experience
I have never seen the day
When the hero instead of the villain
Was killed at the end of the play.
‘When the tenor loves the soprano
Does she sigh for the barytone?
Not she, for the dark contralto
Has caught him for her own.
And when did the heroine fall in love
With the comedy, high or low,
Or the whole estate by the oo lost will
To the wicked lawyer go?
Does the husband forgive his erring wife
Before 10:45?
Does the villain, instead of the good old man,
Turn up at the last alive?
So, taking it all together,
Author and plot and thems,
Opera, farce and drama,
Kind Providence reigns supremse.
—Portland Oregonian.
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Few references to the lives of indi-
viduals who were carried from Africa
to the Americas in the days of the
slavers can be found in the annals of
the slave trade, but one may chtain
glimpses of two or three of them,
here and there, and of the incomplete
stories that may be written from these
glimpses there is one that seems worth
preservaticn—the story of Quobah, an
Ashantee war chief.
In the year 1805 the slaver brig Co-
raline, owned in Boston, and commandg-
ed by a man known as Capt. Willing
(his real name was Maurice Halter,)
entered the Rio Volta, on the west
s0ast of Africa, with a cargo of rum,
guns, ammunition, cotton cloth, and
trinkets. ‘Here a small schooner was
chartered for a voyage up the river,
and in this the captain and a part of
the crew proceeded as far as the Ash-
antee town of Malee, a place of per-
haps 2000 inhabitants. There were
not erough slaves for sale in Malee
to make a cargo for the schooner, and
after a consultation with the king of
the region, a raid into the interior
was planned. For this raid the king
supplied the men and food, while Capt.
Willing supplied the arms, rum and to-
bacco, but Willing and several other
whites went with the expedition, and
to one of these, a boy known as
Phillip Drake, wé are indebted for an
account of the incidents of the jour-
ney.
The party that marched away into
the forest included many soldiers
ermed with muskets, women to care
for the camps and cock the food, and
cows that supplied milk and served as
pack animals. There were also a
number of slaves whose duty it was to
carry extra arms and the supplies of
ammunition. The whole party num-
bered 150 peanple.
At the head -of these raiders was
Quobah, the war chief of Malee, and a
noble negro. His size and strength
were conspicuous. His skin was jet
and was kept glossy with palm oil
His head was high and of conical
shape, and he wore his woolly hair
braided into stiff hanks, His teeth had
been filed sharp; his cheeks showed
the marks of wounds, and these marks
were made conspicuous by borders of
rel paint. He dressed in a loose sack-
like shirt of yellow cotton cloth
striped with blue, and he wore a red
cap with a long tassel on his head.
His arms included a huge spear, which
he constantly carried, and musket, a
broadsweard, and war club that were
carried by slaves, who were careful to
keep close to him at all times while
on the march.
To the black and white men alike it
was a very pleasant excursion, for two
or three days. The boy saw with de-
light the red monkeys that leaped
chattering from limb to limb in the
trees overhead; the birds of finest
plumage that were captured with the
hands alone, the flowers of gorgeous
colors that were seen as they marched
along a beaten trail.
In fact, the party was so merry that
raiders from Dahomey surrounded
them one evening. Some of the mer-
ry-makers escaped, but when the fight-
ing was cver the survivors who had
not escaped found themselves secure-
ly bound as slaves to the attacking
party.
Among these slaves were Quobah
and the white boy. It had taken a doz-
en warriors to down the giant Ashan-
tee, and then they succeeded only af-
ter he was repeatedly struck from be-
hind as he leaped to and from among
his assailants. And so unconquerable
was his spirit that when marched to-
ward the Dahomey village of Yallaba
his captors found it necessary to fast-
en his arms to his side by means of a
stone wooden hoop that was tightened
by a wedge driven down between his
$ack and the hoop—this in addition to
the rawhide thongs used on ordinary
prisoners.
At Yallaba ruled a king named Mam-
nee—'‘an old black man, dressed in
red muslin.” Mammee's most sacred
fetish was a scarf woven from the hair
of many human beings and beasts, and
ornamented with the feathers and
claws of birds and the teeth of fero-
cious animals and deadly reptiles.
This he supposed added to his prowess
in war and protected him from ene-
mies, but his priests told him that its
powers could be greatly increased if,
at a coming festival, the splendid
fighter, Quohah, were sacrificed, tc the
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spirit of the scdrf. Quobah was con-
demned to die by torture, but when
told of the fate awaiting him he curled
nis lips in scorn, and said he knew
how to die like an Ashantee warrior.
Before the day of sacrifice arrived,
howeyer, two lions came to devastate
the homes of Mammee's subjects, who
Jived in huts beyond the palisaded
walls of the village. The planters fled
to the village for safety, and for a time
the people were as closely besieged
as if an ariny of Ashantees lay in the
forest. In the face of this danger the
priests quickly decided that safety
could he obtained only by an imme-
diate sacrifice of the stalwart pris-
oner, and late in the afternoon of the
next day, after the lions had driven
in the planters, Quobah was conducted
to the center of the enclosed village,
where every inhabitant had gathered
to see him die.
Out of the desperate straits into
which he had fallen Quobah was able
to find a way of escape from the
priests. In a most politic speech he
told the people that the way to use
him as a sacrifice was to give him
arms and let him, go forth to meet the
iions at the hour when they came in
search of further victims. The king
and the priests accepted ~ the offer,
thinking no doubt that if he were
killed fighting the lions the wrath of
the evil fetish would be averted. Ac-
cordingly, as the sun sank to the west-
ern horizon, Quobah walked forth from
the palisaded town, armed with his
spear, his broadsword, and his light
carbine. The priests, with faces paint-
ed white, chanted ‘a dismal strain,
the women howled, and the soldiers
clashed their swords and spears to-
gether as he passed the gate. And the
gate was not yet shut when the male
lion came to. thc edge of the brush
and with main up, and tail lashing
from side to side, gallcped towards
the wall. But Quobah, who had boast-
ed that he knew how to die like an
Ashantee warrior, now advanced to
meet the beast, and finally sank on
his right knee, with hiz hand grasp-
ing his huge spear, which he placed on
the ground with the point well to the
iront.
At that the howling of the fecple
within the village died out entirely,
and the lion crouched and leaped for-
ward, while Quobah lifted the point
ctf the spear so that it pierced his
shoulder.
The impact of the heavy brute upon
the spear broke the shaft just below
ihe head. Quobah, by leaping to one
side, avoided the brute, but it was soon
on its feet again ready for another
spring, in spite of the steel blade
through its shoulders. Quobah raised
the carbine to shoot the beast, but
before he was able to aim the weap-
on a roar was heard in the edge of
the brush, and a lioness, with too
large kittens, came galloping into the
clearing. Hearing the approach of
tnese, Quobah turned to look at the
new danger, and as he turned his head
the licn sprang at him once more.
Quobah saw his danger in time,
and as the lion landed and. fell over
on its wounded shoulder, he fired a
bullet into its brain.
Dropping his carbine beside the car-
cass of the lion, Quobah drew his
sword and turned to meet the lioness.
An instant later she rose in a flying
leap straight at the big Ashantee, but
he caught her’ on the point of bis
sword, tnrust it through her mouth
into her vitals, and fell beneath the
strugzling hrute.
Fer a
sade wall supposed that Quobah had
been killed, but when the kick of the
lioness showed that she was in her
death struggles they flocked forth and
released him, badly scratched, but not
dangerously hurt. For this splendid
fight Quobah was invited to become
a member of the King’s family. He
might have become a Dahoman king in
time. but he was a true Ashantee,
and with his arms restored to him he
walked away alone to his home.
A number of years later(February
13, 1817) the white boy, who had been
ransomed by his uncle, Capt. Willing,
sailed from the African coast on the
ship Cabenda for Rio Janeiro with 850
claves on board. The ship reached
Rio early in April, and on the 8th
young Drake and an old friend went
te visit a large estate known as the
San Benito. The owner of this es-
tate was a man named Floss. He had
a moment the people on the pali- |
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been an oveiseer for a Brazilian plant.
er, and by successful ventures in the
slave trade had acquired the means
for the purchase of an estate of his
own. Both as an overseer and an
owner Floss had been noted for his
cruelty to the slaves (a common char-
acteristic of overseers who became
owners,) and while he was entertain-
ing his guests the slaves of the San
Benito revolted.
At the time of the uprising Floss
happened to be away from the great
house, and for two days he sulked
around the plantation, while his guests
with an overseer or two and a few
faithful servants held the house like
a fort. Eventually, however, the lead-
er of the negroes found Floss’s track
and rar him to the mansion as a hound
chases a deer to water. Then, know-
ing that they had their enemy sur-
rounded, the whole mob gathered
about the house, charged up, in spite
of deadly shots from within, and set
it on fire from every side. Night
came on as the fire spread beyond
control of those within, and the light
of the flames revealed Floss and his
friends to the enraged negroes with-
out.
And when the leader of that negro
mob, lecoking through a blazing room,
saw his enemy, he charged through
the flames, fearless of bullets, to reach
him. It was then that ycung Drake
saw that the leader had a high coni-
cal head, with wooly hair braided into
stifi hanks, and scars on his cheeks
that were outlined with red paint—
saw that it was Quobah, the Ashantee
warrio.. In Ashantee words, Drake
revealed his identity and asked for
mercy. Quobah recognized. him, and
granted the request. The others were
killed.
“Go and tell the white king how Quo-
bah has revenged himself,” he said.
“Quobah is ready to die, but he will
be a slave no more.”
Quobah had been captured again by
slave raiders, and this time had been
scold to a Rio Janeiro slaver. Floss
had purchased him, seeing that he was
“a "high-strung nigger,” had flogged
rim repeatedly, “to break him in.” Of
the details of the raid in which Quobah
was captured in Africa nothing was
learned: Of his life after the revolt
on the San Benito estate, it is known
only that he fled with a few of his
most capable associates toc the interior
where he joined a tribe of Indians
and remained wih them unmolested.—
New York Evening Post.
QUAINT AND CURIOUS,
As a rule dwarfs live much longer
than giants. The latter usually have
weak constitutions, their blood circu-
lation is sluggish and they have brit-
tle bomes.
In the good old times 500 years ago
there were no seats in Parisian schools,
except stools for the .teachers.. The
pupils sat on bundles of stgaw which
they brought along.
A Swiss engineer has rocenti used
successfully, a suspension bridge for
making fills. in ravines where great
denth would make trestle work quite
expensive. He strings two Single wires
to ' support crossties and rails, and
upon them backs the train, - - 80, that
the. bridge only gets the ‘weight of
spiy cars.
Last winter, during a es of freez-
ing weather, -at a ‘quarry in Aberdeen,
Scotland, a large stone, weighing six
had been drilled for blasting,
when the thought struck the foreman
that the severe frost-might be utilized.
Water was pored into each of the
holes and it was found after a couple
of days that the block of granite had
broken into pieces.
St. Louis boasts of a man who has
no first name. As driver of a junk
wagon, he was mixed up in a street
accident not long ago, and a police-
man turning to him said: ‘“What is
your name?’ ‘“Wolf,” said the driver.
“What is your first name,’ asked the
policeman. “I haven't any,” said
Wolf. “Now stop your joking,” ex-
claimed the policeman, “and give me
your full name.” “I am not fooling,”
replied Wolf. “I nzver had a first
name; I can see nc use for one and
never wanted one.”
Among the picturesque features of
life in the Moqui villages are the town
criers, who take the place of the daily
newspapers in civilized communities.
There are two of these functionaries,
one renrescnting the “hostilities” and
the other “friendlies,” the opposing po-
litical parties in the Tusayan villages.
Twice a day these officials ascend to
the housetops and, wrapped in their
scarlet blankets, their figures outlined
against the clear blue sky. call out in
long-drawn, resonant tones whatever
announcements or record of town hap-
penings may be in order.
Near Perdun, on the south coast of
France, there is a submarine hotel,
which attracts large numbers of vis-
itors every summer. The building is
of steel on concrete foundations, and
has been fitted with large plate-glass
windows, from which the guests may
look upon the beauties of submarine
life at a depth of six fathoms. RElab-
orate machinery at the surface pumps
sea air to those immured below, and
at the same time drives away the
impure air through draught tubes. It
was in this hotel that the famous nov-
elist, Richebourg, penned some of his
most thrilling romances when taking
his annual flight from the bustle and
noise of the French capital,
The Porto Ricans eat and dring rice.
The Porto Rican women crush the dry-
er parts after makirg a liquid and put
it up in jars. They also powder their
facex with it.
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CHILDRENS COLUMN
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A Merry Can.
“I can fly kites, ob, awful high,
Away up higher than the sky!”
Thus Bobbieboy began.
‘You can!” said I, with quick surprise
At Bobbieboy’s indignant eyes.
Cried he, **I'm not a can!”
Then laughing at his queer mistake,
1 said *“My word I never break;
So, Bobbieboy, my man,
A ‘can’ you are, a ‘can’ were born,
But yet a ‘can’ we do not scorn—
For you're A-mer-i-can!”
—Washington Star.
¢ Praise of Women.”’
Of all the warships in the world one
that is in the German navy has the
prettiest name. It is named ‘“Frauen-
lob,” meaning praise of women.
The story of hcw a warship came
to carry such a name is as pretty as
the name ‘itself. Fifty years ago, when
Germany was poor and threatened and
attacked constantly by one enemy or
another, the Prussian king, Frederick
William 1V, announced that the coun-
try needed more ships. But the country
had spent so much money for defense
and lost so much in war that it was
easy enough to say that a ship was
needed, but not so easy to obtain it.
In this crisis the German women,
stirred to their brave hearts by the
troubles of their fatherland, came to
the rescue. For several years they
worked unceasingly, and the result was
that in 1854 a war schooner was
launched, the gift of the German wom-
en to Germany.
Prince Adalbert of Prussia then com-
manded the navy. And he and his fath-
er, the king, gave the ship its name,
Praise of Women.
The Praise of Women sailed away
one day six years afterward and steer-
ed out into the world. It never returned
to Germany. In the Japan seas it was
overcome by a typhoon and sank
with every man aboard.
But Praise of Women was not to be
lost to the German navy. Last March
a new steel cruiser was launched and
it bears the name now.
‘New Outdoor Winter Games.
A delightful game to play in the
winter holidays, when the long hours
drag within doors, is snow fox ‘and
geese.
A very slight snowfall will suffice for
the game, but it may be played with
snow a foot deep in a city back yard .
or in. the field of the country. The
game is prepared by the.boys, who first
with ‘high boots, trample in the snow
a huge circle, with six or eight dia-
metric, paths, as the size of the lot
may allow. After these paths are clear-
ly marked the fun begins. Any num-
ber’ tnay join in the sport.
It is like the old story of “The Spid-
er and the Fly.” One person stands in
the centre of the circle and dashes up
and down the diametric paths to skize
upon the others as-they fly around the
circle. The players ‘can venture into
the centre if they are so daring, put
it caught they become the spider, and
dash for another victim. The one who
i§ catching cannot walk around the cir-
cumference, but is confined to ‘the cen-
tral paths.
Snow baby is another funny game.
A ‘smooth patch of snow is selected,
antl ‘ds ‘many ‘holes or dens are pre-
pared: as there are players. The .dens
are made by scooping up a little snow
to form a houow place about as big
as a two quart bowl. Each person
selects a den wnich he calls his, and
near which he stands. A circle is
marked lightly in the snow around
the group of dens, and all take their
stand within the circle, each near his
own den.
About six feet off, one person is
chosen, who tosses a snowball into any
one of the dens. The person into whcse
den it falls picks the ball up quickly
and tries to hit some one of the party,
who all start vo run as scon as a ball
lands in a den. If the one aimed at is
hit he drops a stone into nis den and
becomes the one to throw the ball into
the den of some one else.
This is repeated until one of the
players has six stones in his den, when
he is declared beaten. If at any time the
one throwing the ball from his den to-
ward some one fails to hit the one he
aims at, a stone is put into his den,
and he becomes the one to throw the
ball. Unless there is a crust on the
ground, this game cannot be played in
snow more than a foot deep.—Boston
Globe.
Billy and the Butter.
Billy was a beautiful bay colored
pony. He was none of your heavy, slow
going farm horses that have to be urg-
ed on their way. Not he! Like a
swift deer he cleared the ground, and
horseback riding on Billy was a de-
light. Everyone loved him. He was so
beantirul. He would toss his fine head
and arch his neck in such a saucy way
when being harnessed that one was
sure he was only waiting impatiently
to be off on a gay canter.
One morning the weekly supply of
butter was needed and Arthur was
asked to run over to the farmhouse
for it. He was just waiting his chance
to ride Billy, so he said there was not
time to walk before school, so he
guessed he would ride Billy over.
Mother protested, but Arthur pleaded
and so much time was lost that mother
saw that she must go without the but-
ter or allow Arthur to ride the colt.
Billy looked very sweet and inno-
cent of any mischievous plan as he
trotted out of the yard at a very mild
pace. It was the first time Arthur
had ever been on his back, and he sat
proudly. The only thing that made him
realize that he was not a valiant
knight on a prancing charger was the
tin butter pail on his arm.
Artnur reached the farmhouse In
good time, and the empty butter pail
was exchanged for one filled with half-
pound prints oi delicious yellow but.
ter.
Arthur started for home. Billy, in
fine feather, was cantering along gay-
ly. A few reds from the farm, near
the road, stood a small blacksmith’s
shop, where several men were lotnging
about, waiting for the ‘“boss” to come
and set them to work.
As Arthur rode by one of the men
gave a long, low whistle, which started
Billy on the round run. Arthur was
nearly thrown by Billy's sudden spring
forward, and in his efforts to regain
his seat and control the horse the pail
of butter slipped further up his arm,
the cover fell off and Billy and Arthur
went prancing through the main
street of the village, scattering balls
of golden butter behind them.
Every one rushed to doors and win-
dows at the clatter of hoofs, and soon
men and women, girls, boys and babies
started in a procession after the proud
knight, who was scattering gold in his
path as he scampered by on his proud
steed.
‘When Billy dashed into the yard, the
last print of butter lay in the road
some yards behind him, and mother
rushed out to find a dishevelled rider,
a panting horse, and all the neighbors
with all their -children congregated in
her backyard. But that was not the
worst of it; she found an empe- pail.
Arthur had to walk back to the farm
for more butter, and he had plenty of
company on the way, wiio thoughtfully
pointed out the little soft yellow heaps
to him, lying at intervals in the road.
But Billy? Well, he was aot a bit
penitent. He only smiled when they
led him 1n the stall and tossed his head
as much as to say, “That was a fine
lark, wasn’t it?”—New York Tribune.
Zunt Annie’s Lion.
‘Wheén my aunt Annie was a little girl
and I was a baby, our home was with
my grandparents. They lived then in a
large house out in the country, sever-
al miles from their nearest neighbors;
and they often had to go to the big
village, ten miles away, on business,
and leave us alone.
One day, just before they started
away, grandma said to Aunt Annie:
“Now, Annie, if Mary cries, give her
her bottle and rock her to sleep. We
shan’t be home before nine o'clock, and
probably she will sleep all the even-
ing. If you hear anything at the door,
do not open it, as it might be the
lion.”
1 nere had been a circus in the village
the week before; and, as there were
no railroads in those days, it had come
very close to grandpa’s on its way to
the next town. Soon after it had passed
some men had come back and asked
grandpa if he had seen a lion; for
Royal Ben, as they called him, had
escaped. He had not been captured as
far as any one knew; and people felt
very nervous over the idea that a lion
might be prowling about in the woods
and hills near by.
After grandfather and grandmother
drove away, my aunt Annie sat down
in the big armchair by the open fire
and was soon fast asleep. After a while
I was hungry, and woke and cried.
(Of course I don’t remember these
things myself, but my aunt Annie has
often told me the story. She was about
nine years old then.) My crying aroused
my aunt Annie, and she gave me my
hottle of milk and rocked me to sleep
again in my cradle. ‘She was very
wide awake by this time, when, all ot
a sudden, she heard a roar. My aunt
Annie had never heard a lion before,
but she knew it was Royal Ben as soon
as she heard the sound.
“Bur-r-r-r-r!” roared the hungry
beast again, away off in the distance.
My aunt Annie put the bar across
the door and drew all the curtains.
Then she sat down, and waited and
listened. Presently she heard it again
but nearer this time, so close that she
knew the lion was in the barn.
“Oh, he will get Tommy!” she
thcught when she heard it. Tommy
was her pet cheep.
“Bur-r-r-r-r!’* roared Royal Ben, and
my aunt Annie knew that the lion
must be almost up to the house by thig
time.
“Oh, he is after you,” she said, be-
girpnirg to cry; and she snatched me
out of the cradle and put me up in the
china closet and shut “he door.
This woke me. It was dark and cold
up there, and I suppose I did not like
it. So’ I cried as loud as I could.
“Be quiet,” said’ my aunt Annie, in
a low tone, “or the old lion will get
youl!’>
I didn’t know what a lion was then,
but I did know that I was net being
treated right. So I just cried and cried
up there on the shelf in the china
closet.
Soon my aunt Annie heard the lion
again, on the porch. And then in a min-
ute it roared once more,—this time in
the room, on the tabie,—and my aunt
Annie went over to the table, and
looked; and what do you think she
saw? The lion?
Arter a minute she laughed, and
came to the china closet, and took me
out and put me back in my cradle.
But the lion? Oh, the lion wasn’t in
tne room at all! It was a blue-bottle
fly buzzing in the big milk-ja® on the
table.—C. B. Magruder, in Little
Folks.
Football of the Seventeenth Century.
Cromwell’s opponents had been cast-
ing derision on the Roundheads.
“You can’t ever play football,” they
sneered.
“Well,” replied the great soldier, “we
may not have a scrub eleven, but we
can sweep the country.”
Subsequent events convinced even
the king that they had a strong inter-
ference.—New York Sun.
CONDENSED
PENSIONS GRANTED.
HEY
STONE STHIE REWS
$5,000 Verdict—Reunion of Veterans.
Scarcity of Coke—Korh Cure.
Freight Wreck.
The following names were added to
the pension roll during the past
week: Thomas - H. Ivnca, New
Brighton, $12; Geocorge M. Patterson,
Williamsburz, $8; Joan McClintock,
Pittsburg, $6; Olin H. Conrad, Vaw-
ter, $8; William M. Hubbard, Erie,
$12; Ferdinand Hinze, Pittsburg, $3.
Wesley Hemminer Reedsville, $17;
Daniel Gerow, Cambridge Sprinzs.
312; lL.evi- T. Jones, Philipsburg, $i2;
Joseph S. Pauline, Allegheny, 8i0:
Frederick Eberhart, PBradferd, $12:
John West, Washington, $12; Ch
Schwartz, Pittsburg, $10; Jacob Nay-
lor, Cocolamus, $12; Peter Redinger,
Everett, $17; Daniel Martin, Wash-
ington, $14; Noah Garwood, Titus-
ville, $10; David Headrick, Jochns-
town, $17; Louisa Phillips, Tyrone,
$8: Margaret Thornburg, Allegheny,
$3: Emma A. Stewart, Monocnga-
hela. $8.
“Mm’’ Mullins, alias “Thomas
Ryan,” alias “Tim ° Collins,” alias
“Mickey Farrell,” was arrested as a
suspicious character by the police at
Franklin, and when he was searched
several hundred postage stamps, a
pocketbook, handkerchiefs and other
articles were found on him. The post-
office officials have been notified and
Mullins will be held until the Fad-
eral authorities can make an examin-
ation of his case.
The attendance at the State Grange
at Clearfield is the largest in the his-
tery of the organization, over 800
delegates being present. Werthy
Master W. P. Hill, of Crawford
county, presided at the opening ses-
sion and read his annual report,
which showed that during the year
18 new granges have been organized..
The Western Union Telegraph
Company announced that they aban-
don the lines along the Pennsylvania
railroad and inaugurate the new ser-
vice east of Butler over the lines
that have just been completed be-
tween Butler and New York over the
Buffalo, Rochester & Pittsburg and
the Beech Creek roads.
A wreck due to misunderstanding
of signals occurred at Hyndman, re-
sulting in a lcss of $30,000. Cars
were piled up to a height of 30 feet
in front of the station, the mass
toppling over into the station, com-
pletely demolishing that building.
Crews of both trains jumped in time
%0 escape injury.
At the campfire preceding the an-
nual reunion of the One Hundred and
Thirty-third Pennsylvania volunteers
at Johnstown W. Horace Rose, adju-
tant of the Fifty-fourth Pennsylvania
volunteers, presided. The speakers
were Dr. Thomas D. Doves, presi
dent of the association, and Rev. S.
S. Gilson.
Scarcity of ccke at Sharon caused
two large iron and steel mills to close
down in the ‘Shenango valley.
are the Greenville works of the
American Steel Hcop Company, and
the Stewart Iron Ccmpany, which
manufactures muck bar. Eight hun-
dred men are idle. :
The County Commisior}rs at
Franklin have let the contract for the
building of a new. bridge over the
Allegheny river at Scrubgrass to the
Pennsylvania. Bridge Company of
Reaver Falls. Their bid was the low-
est, $79,000. Seventeen companies
filed bids. -
A peculiar freight wreck at Roches-
ter delayed trafic on the Cleveland
& Pittsbung mailrcad for five hours.
A freight train broke down on the
bridge which spans the Beaver river,
five cars beingz jammed in between
the sides of the structure.
The body of Alvin B. Peters, of
New Tripoli, near Allentown, was
found on Blue mountain. Peters, who
was employed at Tamaqua, started io
walk home, was overtaken by a snow-
storm and frozen to death.
The trainmen of the Philadelphia
& Reading Railroad Company were
made happy by reason of the estab-
lished fact that an increase, averag-
ing 11 per cent in their salaries, has
been officially granted.
Clyde Stright, of Sheakleyyvilie,
near Greenville, is in a precarious
condition, the result of a gun shot
wound in the head. Stright accident-
ally discharged his gun while climb-
ing over a fence. J
George W. Simmons, master me-
chanic of the Philadelphia & Reading
Railroad Company at Pottsville, who
struck by a. Pennsylvania . railroad
shifter,” died in a few hours after the
accident.
The Memorial Baptist church of
Altoona is free itself of debt, and the
mortgage burned. The Rev. George
W. Downing, of Pitcairn, the first
pastor of the church delivered the
address.
The First Baptist Church of New
Castle, has extended - a unanimous
call to Rev. Forrest L. Fraziet, of
Bradford, to the assistant pastorship
of the congregation under Rev. Jacob
Sallade.
President Mitchell again took the
stand before strike arbitration com-
mission.
Clyde Adams,
from Butler jail,
escaped prisoner
was captured at Ell-
ood.
The jury in common pleas court at
Erie awarded 18-year-old Lcla Mun-
sel a verdict of $5,000 against the
Pennsylvania Railroad Company for
injuries sustained in a grade crossing
accident on the Philadelphia & Erie
rcad at Corry last winter.
Jacob MecQ@laddy. alias ‘Black Dia-
mond,” was acquitted at Beaver on a
charge of killing Alonzo Scott at
l.egionville on September 3.
Frank Branncn, of North Buffalo
township, Armstrong County, was
badly burned in _a gas explosion,
which wrecked his house.
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