TAITH.
BY ADBIK C. M'KEEVBB.
I not the world <>f science
Fur 11 roof of m. lutloi *s might,
How I i_• the v.i.,1(1 Dw i'i*ii sv. inking
Thr r.yh a,. - ■ darkest uight;
1 qutHii/.n / .t His power
Or doubt Hia koly grace,
1 bii' r.' >U ; i y >!'vior liveth,
An.. Ivug to behold bis face.
Ob, i •ir i; 1 faith that strengthens
Ob ' •it i * til hope thai can not; die,
Tin gh the joy of the world be gone I
I love to dream of that heaven,
To picture ita perfect rest
To hearts that have grown world-weary
Aiul reached its shores so blest.
I cure not the skeptic's whisper,
I know my Father's might;
He lias said tlio* our sins are scarlet
His pardon can make them white.
How dare I doubt His promise
Or question His loving grace—
-1 but knots mv Savior liveth,
I hope to behold his face.
WILLIAM snuno, Ohio.
0111 MURDERER;
The Sea Gives Up Its Dead
BY BARBARA THORNE.
i Psf f TBT is often asserted
1r 5® I M ie opponents
' U fATi im I r m J spiritualism that j
I[■jvjPptlie occult science '
ftt practical use
Iff yjf / the detection of
crime. One case :
that came under
my own observation, however, contro- |
verts this statement. I have a morbid ;
habit of imagining tlie crimes that cer- j
tain persons of my acquaintance might i
commit, if given the temptation and |
opportunity. No doubt this mental '
peculiarity of mind is due to my oceu- !
pation, that of a detective.
I had been sent to Paris upon busi
ness connected with a bank robbery, i
and having no charge upon my return
voyage was at liberty to employ my
leisure tim<* in studying my fellow-pas- I
sengcrs.
I was especially fascinated by a ,
youpg husband aiul wife, of whom I
*ould not learn much except that they
were New-Yorkers aud bore the name
of Tracy.
Though I never exchanged a dozen '
words with the lady, yet she won my 1
deepest sympathy, from a certain wist
ful expression of her beautiful eyes a
look which I imagine often character
izes a neglected wife.
Tim gentleman was always affable,
fen* a general favorite; still, I could
fcot rid myself of the conviction that
he would help his gentle, delicate wife
out cf the world if he had any power
ful incentive to the crime.
ILaropean voyages were rather longer
in t'flose_davs than tiiev are now. Ours
/M i ' = ~~~
n\\\ /\ U' 1
at nrst a prosperous one. The i
gcxoi ship sped oil, through bright days j
and starry nights, until we were near
ing New A ork; then a fierce storm j
drove us out of our course, and for a !
week most of our passengers were too ;
sick to care whether we ever reached '
our destination or not. Then the gale j
abated, and we resumed our occupa
tions.
Mr. and Mrs. Tr-icv did not appear,
however, and 1 was shocked and star
tled to learn that the lady had died
during the storm, supposedly from
heart disease, aggravated by sea sick
ness, and her body had been consigned
to the watery deep. The funeral had
been hurried, in compliance with the
demands of superstitious sailors, who
in some way learned of Mrs. Traev's
death, and insisted that a corpse on
board would sink the ship.
Of course the explanation of the
lady's udden death seemed reasonable
enough to (very hodv except my self.
Grave suspicions haunted me that the
poor, sad-faced little wife had been
foully murdered, without a hand hav
ing been raised either to help or
avenge her.
But I kep 4 my own counsel, for if a
crime had been committed all evi
dences of it had boon swallowed up
by the sea. and bringing the guilt
home would be a hopeless undertaking.
Bo 1 tried to dismiss the affair from '
my mind: but at night, in my state
room. a paii of ■ ft, dark eyes seemed
to haunt me, ph ading for help. I had
noopportm ityto see the wiaower, for
he remaiued constantly alone in his
state-room, evidontb in too deep afflic
tion to come among us.
Wcarri ' in New Vork two weeks
behind time, and T found a great deal
of business w liting for me at the Bu
reau. My attention was occupied b. a
hundred new cases, still I was often
haunted by Mrs. Tracy's sad eyes, and
the old suspicions would arise as to the
causes that led to her mysterious death
at sea.
This was a case in which I had men
tally volunteered my services, yet so
far could sec "no 'thoroughfare" to i
the end dr ; red. And now, strangely
enough. J fn' iueutly encountered Mr. 1
Tracy, the widower, in my wander
ings, and I occasionally devoted some i
of my leis ire time to shadowing him
so that I became protty well acquaint,
ed with liis mode of lire, which was not I
at all that of a sorrow -r.tviek en ' man •
it was, it; fact a decidedly gay career
in which ho was indulging.
Time rolled on, until it was nearly a
year since my returnfrom Europe, ami
with all my experience uot a ghost <>i
apian for bringing the gay widower t(
justico had one presented itself to my
mind. In this emergency I one even
ing confided the story to my sistei
Rose, whose quick intuition had often
thrown light upon somo obscure point
in cases 1 was studying.
She was interested at once, and after
a little reflection said :
"If you will contrive somo way to
bring that man here a few times in n
social wav. 1 think I will lind out some
plan to torce a lull confession from
him."
I smiled a little doubtfully at this,
as I answered: "I hope you will, sis
ter mine, yet remember, wo have not
a particle of evidence against him.
Even tho ship's surgeon was ill at the
time of Mrs, Tracy's death and unu
blo to attend her."
"Yes. I know all thai" answered
Hose, "but you bring him here and I
think wo will force a full confession
from him belore many weeks roll by."
| The result of this conversation was
! that Mr. Traev soon became quite a
frequent guest at our little home, yet
nothing of any interest occurred. He
was genial, polite, and apparently very
frank, without a care upon his mind.
I confess that I almost grew to like
tho man, and began to be ashamed of
my suspicious. J remarked something
like this to my sister one day, and then
begged her to tell me what was her
plan to extort a confession. She only
shook her pretty head to all my plead
ings, but refused to join me in my new
feelings of regard for Mr. Tracy.
A few weeks later I was deputed to
| invite "Our Murderer," as Hose and I
called him, to an evening entertain
j ment at our house. There was to be
I music and tableaux. My part of the
i performance, hose said, was merely to
j sit next to Mr. Tracy in the audience
and prevent him from leaving the
I house iii any event, for, as llose sig
nificantly observed. "Something might
I happeu that would frighten him."
Upon the evening of the entertain
i ment the company assembled at about
i D o'clock, Mr. Tracy and myself being
j assigned Heats in the rear of the others.
I The tnbleoux, interspersed with music,
went on successfully for an hour, then
the programme changed and the stage
I manager made this announcement:
"Ladies ard gentlemen, we are fa
! vored to-night bv having in our midst
i tlie great materializing medium. Dr.
j Slayton, recently from London, where
I ho suffered considerable persecution
for the sake of his supernatural pow
ers. He lias kindly consented to give
us a slight exhibition of his remarka-
I ble ability to communicate with the
unseen world. He promises, however,
not to frighten anybody who has not a
j guilty conscience."
j This speech was greeted with laugh
' ter and applause, and tho introduction
of Dr. siiiviuii was generally believed
to be a capital joke, part of the amuse
ment of the evening. But the verita
ble Doctor soou appeared upon the
I stage, to the surprise of my companion
and myself, who were familiar with his
appearance, ho having been one of our
fellow-voyagers upon the fateful jour
j ney from Europe,
Nothing very terrifying occurred.
! Some familiar airs were played by un- !
j seen agencies, and bouquets of natural
\ i ilowers were bestowed upon some oi
| the ladies—nowers mat came irom
nowhere, apparently.
Presently Mr. Tracy and myself
were requested by a messenger to re
! pair to the library. We crossed the
px
"I WAS ESPECIALLY FASCINATED BY A YOUXO
liall and entered the room, which was
illuminated by the silvery light of tin
full moon that shone through the long
windows.
We were not alone. The phantom
like figure of a woman stood by a win
dow, apparently gazing out into tin
radiant night. She slowly turned al
our approach, and we stood face to
face with the ghost of the murdered
wife. For a time I could never teli
ho v long dead silence reigned. Ther
these words were pronounced in o
chilling tone that seemed like an echc
from the tomb:
"The. sea [fives up its dead
My companion sank upon his knees
in pitiful, abject terror. "Oh, Gene
vievo. forgive, forgive me!" he cried, i
"j\l. God, I have suffered how I have |
suffered! Pity and forgive me!"
The attitude and the cry of unmis
takable anguish were, to my mind, suf I
ficicnt evideqpe of Tracy's guilt.
While wo were both completely
dazed, the apparition vanished. When
the villain had somewhat recovered,
and become aware of all that lie had
belriyed. he tried in a confused way
| to account for his exclamation, lmt I
j was not disposed to lose tlio advantage
I GO gained, anil so affected to possess
absolute proof of his crime.
binding denial useless, ho confessed
i all and pleaded eloquently for his lifo.
His evident remorse affected me. I
! called in Rose, and the result of our
consultation was that we agreed to keep
to ourselves all knowledge of Traev's
enmo, upon these conditions: The
criminal was to devote SIB,OOO
out of his annual income of $20,000
to the sick and destitute of the pover
ty-stricken portions of New York, and
he was to live an upright, regular life.
He was to personally superintend,
each year, the distribution of this
money, uiul at the least deviation from
the terms of these conditions wo were
at liberty to denounce him to the au
thorities. To make everything secure,
we had exacted a written confession
from him, to be used is evidence in
case he violated tlio terms of our con
tract.
VERY EXCITING SPORT. |
CATCHING ALLIGATORS IN SOL'TII-
EltX SWAMPS.
Traps Laid for Saurian* anil Hnw tho
Shvhko Ileust* Sometime* Fall Into
Them—Rejoicing by the KuCiro Colored
Population When tne Captive I* Finally
Killed.
I k—?Oil days after having
fi u ft the plantation of I
Col. -liin Thompson,
near Alligator Swamp,
N. C., Denton, mvself,
and Calob, our colored
guide, continued our
journey still horse
hack in a southwester
ly direction toward
the South Carolina i
line, writes a corre
spondent of tho Chi- I
cago Times. Tho
country wo pnssed
over was one continuous network of
rivers, creeks, swamps, lagoons, and
morass. A great portion ot it was densely
timbered with cypress, pine, oak, and
sycamore (the latter the old Southern
buttonwooJ).
It was populated pretty thickly in a
few sections only. The groat swamp
tracts, covering thousands of acres, con
tained but few whites, however, the popu
lation being made up of negroes, whose
indolent nature and impervious organiza
tion rendered them proof against malaria
and steady work.
Lassitude and superstition grew more |
prevalent as we journeyed toward the
Gulf, until as wo approached South Caro
lina we found the blacks, like the islanders
of the south seas, idling away their time
lolling about in tho shade or congregated
at coiner stores in groups waiting for that
long-lookod-for aud always expected
"forty acres and a mule." Caleb wasn't
one of that kind, however. Ho was
EFFECTS OF THE SNUFF.
much more intelligent than tho majority,
j energetic as negroes go, and withal brave
and somewhat rash—an almost unac
countable feature with tho tar-heel darky.
One afternoon wo approached a branch
of Waccamucca River at the edge of a
big swamp, A darky ferryman lay on the
sand of tne beach in the broiling sun,
with his mouth wide open, sound asleep.
His scow, a fiat-bottomed boat perhaps
twenty feet long, was tied to tho shore
awaiting doubtless the arrival of some
travelers like ourselves. Beyond on the
opposite side of the stream the country
stretched away in a broad savanna with
fields of cotton and corn, with here and
there the typical log cabin of some negro
tenant or laborer, while at a distance be
low of half a mile or more the white
wnlls and ivy-covered verandas of some
planters' residences brought the first
pleasaut relief to our eyes and senses for
over a week past.
The old Virginia and North Carolina
darky is as full of anything that partakes j
of fun as an egg is full of meat, and
i Caleb was no exception. Begging us not
to interrupt the slumbers of our prospec
tive Sharon, he dismounted, took an im
mense pinch of snuff, aud, quietly slip
ping up to tho darky, dropped the whole
mass fairly down his wide-strotched nos
trils. The next few seconds were rife
with a display of facial contortions it
would bo folly to undertake to describe.
The old darky drew in his nostrils until
his fiat nose looked ready to disappear
altogether. His immense mouth, which
a moment before had gaped opon wide
enough to frighten a rhinoceros, closed
like a lly-trap, while his upper lip fiew
TRAPPING AN ALLIGATOR.
up over his nose. For au instant tho
entire black face writhed and contorted
I with tho most surprising facility. Then
' his eyelids Hew open and a volcano toro
loose. No such sneeze was over heard in
I that peaceful locality, and tho noiso star
j tied tho flamingos along the beach,
i Just as the old darky gave vent to that
I tremendous sneeze Caleb let go a couple
| of shots from an old duck-gun over his
head. That finished the old fellow. With
a yell of mortal tori or ho went heels over
| head into tho river. Fortunately tho
water was shallow and lie ran no risk of
drowning, hut it was with some difficulty
that we persuaded him that we were not
devils and iudttced him to come ashore.
" 'Fore God, gemmen, die niggah
'spected ole Gabol'd tooted his hawu.
What fob you white folks want scare yoh
ole Uncle Joe to def fob?"
When tho old fellow found that there
was no danger of getting hurt, he bogan
to get mad, and the end would probably
have been a fight with Caleb but for the
present of a bright silver half-dollar.
That sottled it, and we were soon making
our w y at a snail's pace across tho river.
When about half-wav over a faiut yell
was heard, coming apparently from up
the narrow stream which emptied into
tho river just at ove, coming from the
depths of the swamp.
Old -100 began to get excited, and wont
to work with a vim, pulling on the rope
which spanned the -tream.
"What does that noise moan?" asked
Denton, as another yell, louder than be
fore. came floating down to us.
"Hut? W'y dat jes means dat dom nig
gas cot a 'ga'or, an' a big one at dat!"
"An alligator? You don't moan that
there are any alligators in that swamp?"
"Dat X dus, honey. Dey's lots 'gators
'bout hero, ail' dev's def on Dies and dogs
an little niggas. wyon y las'at d'y •
big gator jis scooped up an' swallered
two uv the ole woman's pigs. An' ole
! Jake 'lousing los' a tine ca'f yest'd'y
j mawniu rite up dar," pointing to a small
| cabin about 200 yards above.
All of us caught the excitement, and it
wasn't many minutes boforo wo were
ushoro at the month of tho little river.
Old Uncle Joe tied up his scow and we
fastened our horses to the trees, knowing
j we could not use them in tho swamp. A
j walk of about 400 yards over the morass
brought us to an open space where the
creek widened and doepened into a small ;
I lake. Here wo found about a dozen men i
I and boys surrounding a tremendous alii- :
; gator, which was doing his level best to ;
! get back to the water and to snap up some
| of the more venturesome darkies. He ;
J was fully 100 feet away, however, anil the
I crowd had surrounded him with long
polos and axes. Whenever an opportunity 1
! presented itself one or tho other would
■ fiit him over the nose with his long pole, i
while two or three who had axes were
I trying to get in a blow at his head, but
i with poor success. However, they kept !
the saurian from getting away while one .
old fellow was trying to slip a noose over
his head. The old darky had the rope ,
hung over tho end of a long pole with ,
which he tried to slip it over the alligator's
neck, but the old reptile was too smart,
with all his npparent awkwardness, and
he kept his long snout from being caught
| by swinging it out of the way or snapping
| at the rope.
Just as we came up, a little darky
about 14 or 15 years old got within reach i
of tho alligator's tail. That useful or
gan flew around and struck the boy just
below the small of tho back and knocked
him twenty feet away, lauding him in a
big bunch of swamp grass. The boy was
tho son of an old fellow who had been
standing in front of the 'gator, lookiug
for an opportunity to fire a load of shot
out of an old musket into tho animal's
, eyes. Infuriated at his hopeful's mis- I
; hap, and perhaps thinking that he was j
j badly hurt, the old darky banged away, i
For all the damage he did the alligator, !
ho may as well have fired at a sheet of
boiler-iron. The shot glanced off the
alligator's hide and frescoed three or
four of the darkies, and then pande
monium broke loose. They forgot all
about the 'gator, and went for that old :
i darky. If it hadn't been for tho new ar
-1 rivals the animal would have got away
doubtloss, and tho old musketeer would
have got a threshing, but wo called them
J off, and went more systematically to work
| to capture the saurian.
While one stood on each side, poking
I their poles at his eyes whenever he tried
to turn or back away, old Joe took the
rope and pole and soon had the noose
over his head. Then, with a yell of sat
isfaction, the darkies all got hold of the
heavy rope and pulled it taut.
One end was turned about a tree, and
as fast as a foot was gained the slack was
taken up, until after a half-hour's hard
labor tho nlligator's nose was pulled close
up to the tree.
During the entire time taken up in
lauding the 'gator safely the air was in
terlarded with interjections and ejacula
tions of hatred from the darkies who had
suffered to appease his ravenous appe
tite:
"Swallored my yaller pup las' week, j
did yo\ you 'fornal scouu'el?
"Chawed up ole Gabe's caf, uml ;
humph! Gess ye dun creatin' 'sturbance
in dis yer naborhood?"
"I dun spec' youse same ole 'gator
what got Cato Smif's boy las' summer.
Won't have no more good times master
catin' little uiggaß, you ole debbil!"
Tho alligator made a last struggle to
escape. Ho snapped his great jaws with |
their rows of long, sharp teeth, thrashed
his long, dangerous tail about, but it was
useless; the negroes soon put an ond to
liis career with an ax. After he was
killed they drew him up and skinned him
and knocked out his teeth. Tho fat was
taken away to be triod into oil, and tho '
rest of tho carcass left for the buzzards,
which were already sailing overhead,
having scented their prey from afar.
On the way back to the boat, accom
panied by the crow of 'gator-huuters, we
learned how they had trapped the alli
gator. Tho saurian is extremely fond of
dogs, which they often follow into tho
fields for quite a distance in hopes,
doubtless, of capturing some unlucky
oanino. For some weeks past wo learned
an alligator had been creating havoo
among the pigs and calves of the negroos
along the edge of tho swamp and they '
had determined to capture or kill it. '
Knowing its weakness thoy had tied a
half-grown pup to a small tree about 200
yards from tho river early that morning, 1
aud while one of their number stood on
watch for tho first appearance of their
victim the rest of the crowd retired to the
shade, and, negro-like, stretched them
solves out for a nap. It was afternoon,
just before we arrived at the river bank,
when tho boy on watch reported the pres
ence of the 'gator. The negroes waited
until ho was within a fow feet of tho cry
ing and howling pup before they broke
cover. Whether thoy would have suc
ceeded in killing their enemy without
help is a question of serious doubt to my
mind. However, when thoy did finally
succeed in killing liini they were tho most
delighted lot of darkies I had scon in
"The Tall or Roberto."
Speaking of that stereotyped answer
of the bookseller, "Wo haven't the
book in now, but will send and get it,"
the "Listener" recalls a story. In a cer
tain family every member wrote out a
list of the Christmas presents that he
or she would liko to get, and hung it up
on the chimney-piece, for the guidance
of those who were going to make gifts.
It was rather convenient and nice all
around. Hut a young man of the fam
ily conceived the idea of throwing a lit
tle humor into the list of things that ho
wanted, and among tho other articles
that ho put down as desirable Christ
mas present for himself ho included
"The tail of Roberto." Now Roberto
was the name of a cat that lived in the
house, and the vouug man could not !
possibly have the cat's tail for a pres- I
I ent, because it was bob-tailed. It was i
a fairly good joke, but it happened that i
a member of the family, who wasn't !
very good at orthography, took this
entry for the name of a book, and, hav
ing a partiality for the young man,
started off on a tour through the book
stores in search of it.
"Have you 'Tho Tale of Roberto?' j
she asked at a very large and entirely I
first-class store.
The bookseller scratched his head a
moment and made answer:
"No, we haven't it in stock just now, !
but we cau send and get it for you!"
Too True.
Joke—Hullo, what do you call your
self.
Broken Pin—l'm a pin.
Joko—No; you're not a pin, either.
You haven't got head enough for a pin.
Broken Pin—Huh! What do you
think you are ?
Joke—l'm a joke.
Broken Pin—Pooh! You're no joke 1
—you haven't, got point euough for a
joko.
Embarrassing.
"Did you use your French while you
wore in Paris?" asked a young woman
of a friend who had just leturned from
a European tour.
"Onco or twico—but it was embar
rassing."
"Why?"
"We nearly always had to tell what
wo wanted in English before we could
get any one to understand us."—ilfer
chant Traveler.
HOW GLASS IS BLOWN.
AN HOUR IN THE INTERIOR OF A
GLASS FACTORY.
Many It.-autil.il Forma Produced Without
Much Aid iron. Tools or Machinery—An
Art in Which Litllo or No I'rogross Hag
Been iMado in the Lust Three II uudred
Yours.
HAT tho glass-blow
f B | ing industry ought
IB Vto be one of the
principal factors of
C- ■ the commercial pros-
—EH - perity of tho United
< Stales is apparent
Igiic.jj. tf.at once to any one
collH 'dors how
|!/grrlinstinctively tho av-
N erage American
takes to any me
chanical art which
j laiF demands personal
| i j i 'lU'llL " smartness and activ
ity rather than com
plex theories carried out to practical con
elusions. Glass-blowing io perhaps tho
most striking illustration of diversity of
forms obtainable with the minimum of
tools, of the emancipation of the strug.
gling operative from costly machinery
and a long apprenticeship in many
branches. Three hundred years of steady
development in the technical arts have
added little or nothing to the rosources
of the glass-bower, aud tho tools retain
the primitive simplicity of tho days of
Queen Elizabeth and tho Venetian artists
in inimitable glass-work, Tho only im-
Eortant labor-saving invention, that of
ottle-molding, is an American device.
Withal, glass-blowing as an art has re
ceded rather than advanced within tho
I ANCIENT EGYPTIAN GLASS BLOWERS.
Inst three centuries, just as painting lias
, done. The Venetian artists in glass have
left no successors. Beautiful effects are
still obtainable in stained-glass windows
and oramental goblots, but a collection
of sixteenth century relics is not indica
tive of modern progross, or of any com
parison which con be said to be other
than odious.
Entering a glass factory, tho first object
which attracts attention is the great cen
. tral furnaces in which the glass is melt
ed. The uiOßt unobservant person will
have noticed that ordinary glass presents
itself in three aspects—brown, green, and
: stainless white or flint gla-s. The former
I tints are due to the presence of iron-oxide
iu tho sand, which is one of the princi
pal ingredients. When colorless glass is
desired the iron has to be eliminated, or
tho color masked by suitable means, and
j it is a noteworthy fact tbat a proportion
of iron in tho sand too small to he indi
| catod by the most delicate assay will im
; part a distinct hue to glass. Different
j metallic oxides impart different hues;
thus tin or arsenic will render the product
i white and opaque, gold will give a ruby
i red, copper in the form of black oxide
with a little iron ore will yield an em
j or aid-preen product; cobalt-oxide a blue,
manganese a purple, oxide of uranium a
1 yellow, and so on.
I It follows that where colorless glass is
desired tho greatest care has to be taken
to insuro tbo use of sand in which the
metallic oxides referred to are disfcin
i guished by their absence.
I The furnace takes up quite a largo part
i of the room in a glass factory, and is cir
i cular in form, to allow tho operators to
approach tho pots from all sides. The
accompanying cut will give an idea of
the arrangement of the melting-pots on
1 the siege or true floor of tho furnace. As
these melting-pots aro of large size (some
are fifty-flvo inches in diameter) and have
to withstand continuously a heat which
' will easily melt iron or steel, it follows
' that thoy have to bo made of well knead
ed, tempered and nnnonled lire-clay.
There is a glorious uncertainty about the
life of a melting-pot. It may give way
j and break up in eight hours, or it may
! last for months. In any case tho sides
wear through and get thin in the lapse of
time from tho absorption of tho clay
i into tho vitrified molten mass within.
Just so long as a good pot can be patchod
up and fortified it is kept in use, but when
a pot has to bo removed, no matter un
der what circumstances, it means
a hot, hard day's work for all hands. The
first thing is to dislodge tho broken frag
ments of the pot, or tho whole affair
bodily if not broken, by battering-ram
blows directed with a gigantic crowbar
into tho interior of a furnace heated like
unto that into which Shadrach, Meshcch,
and Abodnogo wore cast in tho days of
old. When tho work is completed, the
new pot, already annealed and heated to
whiteness, has to be placed in position,
and as the pot and contents may weigh
| many hundred pounds, tho ordeal is
necessarily a severe one. Burns and
' blisters are every-day occurrences in a
glass factory, but tho visitor soon lonrns
' one lesson. If he wishes to avoid burns
and blows he will not seek to get out of
tho way of the mon. Ho will act most
, wisely in recognizing that they have an
i independent intelligence. The man who
keeps cool in crossing a street will be
I THE HABYBR
i safe in walking under tho noses of tho
horses; the nervous pedostriian who ad
vances, turns back, and then stands
still has only himsolf to thank if he is run
over.
i It is a busy scone, this interior of a
■ glass factory in full blast. About 100
j bauds, men and boys in nearly equal pro
portions, aro employed. First the oper
ator sticks tho end of a long iron tube
into a glowing white hole and draws the
instrument forth with a glistening gelatin
ous-looking mass at tho end. He rolls
this mass actively for a fow momouts on
a Hat slab cailod a "marver," from a cor
ruption of the Froucb word marbre, mean
ing marble, that substance being former
ly employed in making tbo slabs. Tho
marver is placed in a slightlv inclined po
sition on a wooden slab, and the rolling
of tho glass on tho surface, easy as it
looks, is quite an art.
"While the glass is still in tho soft,
pasty condition the operator blows it
| slightly and guides tho lump into tho in
! terior of a mold closed by a treadle,
blowing it all tho time. 'J ho transfor
mation is almost instantaneous, and when
tho pressure on the troadle is released
the tube is withdrawn with a "full-blown"
bottle at tho end of it. As already re
marked, this bottle-mold is an American
invention, and tho saving in the case of
cheap goods is very great. Tho bottles
are annealed—a process of reheating and
gradual cooling—and finished off at the
uecks. etc., by manipulation at the "glory
holes'' of smaller furnaces.
In another p irt of tho factory the vis
itor witnesses the making of carboys, or
the huge jars employed to hold acids and
liquids in bulk; the final shape in this
instance also being given by pressure in a ,
suitable mom. Ine carboy, eeroro Deing
taken to the annealing furnace, is de
tached from the blowing-rod by a dex
trous Hip on the neck with a stream of
water, which outs off the carboy as clean
as if a knife or tile wore used. A similar
expertness is exhibited by a neighboring
BLOVING OIiASS CARBOY.
woraman, wno, betore expanding tne
"gathering" of molten glass into a car
boy, examines it critically to detect flaws
and impurities undiscernible to an ordi
nary eye. These flaws are picked out
with a hot iron tool, just as a cook would
extract a plum or cherry stone from a
mass of dough.
"A SISTER GOOD AND TRUE."
She Wanted No Talent Church Music.
/ NE of Will Carle-
I X ton's ballads em-
V. the lament
JMjoi "a sister good
rue " ovor
introduction of an
organ into the old
A I C^ RO '
And when the folks got up to ning—'
Whono'or that time shall bo—
I do not want 110 patent thing
A squralin' ovor 1110."
A venerable woman bad built and en
dowed an Episcopal church in a village
in one of the Eastern Statos, and it
was so identified with her that every
body called it Miss Smith's church.
I WON'T HAVE NO FIDDLE IN MY CHURCH!
There had been great trouble in keep
ing the singers up to the pitch, and, as
the village shoemaker performed 011
the violoncello, permission was ob
tained from the pastor to introduce
this instrument into the gallery to sus
tain the voices. On the first Sunday
that it appeared, no sooner had the
unlucky Crispin drawn his bow across
the strings to give the singers the pitch
for the Yonito than Miss Smith, in the
front pew below, turned swiftly around,
the bows 011 her bonnet trembling with
the agitation which shook her pious
frame, and criod out, in loud tones:
"Stop! stop! tako that thing out! I
won't havo no fiddle in my church I"
Here Is a Genuine Touch of Pathos.
A lady living on Sixth street, who
has a window full of flowers all in
bloom, answered a ring at her door bell
the other day to find a littlo girl shiver
ing on the doorstep.
"Please, ma'am," said the waif, lifting
her shy, beautiful eyes to the face abovo
her, "will you give me a llower?"
The request, was such an unusual one
that the lady hesitated in surprise.
"Just one little flower," pleaded the
child, looking as if she wore about to
cry.
"Why, of course, you shall havo a
flower, child; come in. You shall havo
a pretty red rose," and the good woman
looked for her scissors and stepped to
t lie window where the flowers grew.
Before she had cut one a light touch
foil ou her arm.
"Not that one, please—not a red one;
that white one. Oh. won't it be just
bootul," and the little girl pointed to a
enndidum unfolding its lily petals.
"That!" the mistress of the house
shook her head. "I cannot cut that
one, child. Why must you havo a white
one? Why won't any flower do?"
"Oh, because—because—because, it's
for poor mamma," and the child burst
into a violent tit of weoping. "Mamma
is dead and I runued away to get her
some flowers."
The next moment she was sobbing
011 the bo.-om of a new friend, and when
she went away she was comforted, and
she carried the precious lily with other
flowers to the home were death had
been.— Detroit Free Press.
lie Made 11 Mistake.
An underground train, in which was
an inebriated old gentleman, stopped
just as lio awoke opposite a signal box.
Catching sight of the brilliantly illumi
nated place, within which throe men in
their shirt sleeves could be seen franti
cally rushing around and pulling at
the row of lovers in front of them, he
craned his head, put half his body out
of the window, and shouted;
"I consider this mosh kind, consliider
ate on part ov tli' Cumpny, to look after
tlx' comfort ov th' passhengersh, an' I'll
have half ov bitter with jush a dash ov
g g-gin in it, if you'll sheiul tho pot
boy down wish it." London Pick-
Mr-Tm
Understood the Family.
Monsiour wanted the picture hung to
the right; madamo wanted it on the
left. But monsieur insisted that tho
servant should hang the picture accord
ing to his orders. Consequently Joseph
stuck a nail in the wall on the right,
but this done he also went and stuck
another in on tho left.
"What is that second nail for?" his
master inquired in astonishment.
"It's to save mo the trouble of fetch
ing the ladder to-morrow when mon
sieur will have come round to tho views
of madamo."— London Punch.
FOLLY AS IT FLIES.
IT is the scissors-grindor who likes to
seo things dull.
THE man who "catches it from all
I sides" ought to make a good ball
| player.
THE wheels of matrimonial life run
more smoothly where there is a little
juven-ile.
M. EIFFEL'S daughter is to bo mar
ried. Of course she will go on a wed
ding tower.
VOICE from the cage: "The saloon,"
he solemnly drawled, "is the house
that Jagg built."
EVERY ouce in a while the banana
peel looms up as a sad reminder of the
roller-skating crazo.
WHEN a woman loves a man she goes
the whole hog, even to the wart on his
nose. It isn't this way with man.
MAMMA —Don't let me speak to you
again. Tommy. Tommy—You bet I
wouldn't if I knew *how to stop you.
"WHAT is sweeter than to have a
friend you can trust?" asked Sawkins.
"To have a friend who will trust you,"
replied Dawkins.
YOUNG husband— YOU look thought
ful, dear; is your subject a deep one?
Young wife—Oh, no, indeed; I was
only thinking of you.
SPEAKING of the hoped for rise in the
American merchant marine, it is in or
der to remark that a little smack often
develops into a court-ship.
LEVEL means flat, yet the man who
would feel flattered to bo called level
headed would object strongly to being
called flat-headed. Odd, isn't it?
URGENT Suitor—With any sort of
management wo could certainly keep
alive on SBOO a year. She—Yes, dear,
but I would sooner be comfortably
dead.
"GOT a stiff neck Georgo?" "l r es."
"Cold?" "No; a pretty girl sat a few
seats behind me in the theater last
night, and I had to turn round so oftou,
you know."
SCHOLAR —Teacher, is it proper to
talk about tho face of the globe?
Teacher—Yes, Willie. Scholar—Say,
teacher, where is the back of the
globe's head?
"IT is not easy to be a widow," said
Mrs. Faux Pas, when the forlorn state
was under discussion at a new conven
tion. "One must resume all the modesty
of girlhood without being allowod even
to feign its ignorance."
HOUSEWIFE —Your impudence amaz
es me. I infer by your nose that •
Tramp—Ah, madam, you do me great
wrong. I do not drink. My nose is
simply a blush absorbed.
OLD Maid (who wants a portrait ol
her dog)—Do you take instantaneous
photographs here ? Photographer's boy
—Yes, ma'am; run right in, and he'll
tako you afore you're a minute older.
TOMMY —Where is Variance, Mrs.
Peck? Mrs. N. Peck—l do not know,
Tommy. I never heard of tho place
before. Tommy—That's funny, for
mamma said that you and Mr. Peck
were at variance two-thirds of the
time.
"PAPA," said a boy much given to
reading, "I have often seen the phrase,
'All right-thinking people' in the pa
per. What kind of people are right
thinking people?" "They are the sort
of peoplo, said the father, "who think
as wo do."
"CAN a man belong to a brass baud
and be a Christian ?" asks an exchange.
We see no impediment in the way. But
if he is a member of a brass band, and
is given to jn-acticing on his cornet or
trombone at home, it is an utter im
possibility for the man living next
door to be a Christian.
SALESMAN in shoestore (deferentially)
—I hardly think a No. 2, ma'am, will
Customer (with some asperity)— That
is the size I always wear, sir. If you
havo none I will go elsewhere. Sales
man (equal to the occasion) —"I was
speaking of tho ordinary No. 2."
Sells her a pair of fives.
A WARNING TO HASH BOYS.
Just a groat big turkey,
Juot a littlo boy;
Jusi Homo uroaut and candios—
Happineng and joy!
Just Home deviled lobstor
Littlo boy must tako;
Then Janiftlca-gingor
And_l.be a£oraoo)yieho. _
Afraid to Go to His Own Room.
David Henderson, Manager of tho
Chicago Opera House, aided and abet
ted by his Treasurer, Mr. Prior, con
cluded to make Mr. Harry Ballard a
present. Having spent a day in knock
ing about the stores looking for some
thing suitable, they wound up tho
search by purchasing an educated par
rot. It was laken to Mr. Ballard's
room while he was absent, and that
same night after his work ho retired
immediately upon reaching liis bed
room. As sleep wooed him he heard a
boice:
"This is a fine time of night for you
to bo coming home."
Mr. Ballard is not accustomed to
heir such talk. There is no occasion
for it. The first thought thatoceurred
to him was that he might have entered
the wrong room. He soon satisfied him
self that ho had not, and again pillowed
his head for sleep, when:
"What a head you'll have 011 you to
morrow!" broke in upon his ears. This
was uncalled for. Mr. Ballard arose
and looked in his mirror. Ho examined
his ice-water cooler. Nothing there but
water. Ho again went to bed.
"Next time you go out you'd better
take me along," was muttered in his
ears, and he got up again and did what
few men ever do—looked under his bed,
and then in the closet. Nothing any
where, and again he went to bed.
"Where did you get that liat?" was
propounded in awful solemnity, and he
sprang from bed, turned up the gas and
thrfew up tho window sasli.
Ho sat there until morning dawned
and then rotired. He slept. When he
awoke it was noon. And glancing up at
the top of his wardrobe lie discovered
the parrot in his cage, with a card hung
on the door, "Compliments of Hender
son and Prior."
He lias tried in vain to sell that par
rot, and he can't give it away. He has
sent it to several places, only to have
it returned, and now lie walks the
streets at night, an unhappy man,
afraid to go to his own room.— Chicago
Times.
"White in a Single Night."
Chemists havo discovered that the
hair contains an oil, a mucus substanco,
iron and carbonate of iron, phosphata
and oxide of magnesia, besides a large
proportion of sulphur. AY bite hair con
tains also phosphate of magnesia, and
its oil is nearly colorless. When hair
becomes suddenly white, from fright
or other causes, it is probably owing to
bWe sulphur absorbing the oil, as in the
operation of whitening linen clothes.