THE EOAD AGENT. The pull is up hill for almost three miles along here, and the horses plod along slowly. The dust is just as deep, but now, instead of blowing off to lee ward, as it did awhilo ago, it hangs close around the stage in a thick, dense, reddish yellow cloud, almost shutting off the view from the passengers inside, if they cared to look out. But the beau ties of nature hold their interest only slightly just at present. The dust occu pies their attontion to a large extent. It fills their mouths and eyes and nostrils, and clings to their hair and ears in much profusion. It is disagreeable—very; and the man who has enough spfrits left to try and keep up the conversation is voted an ass by his fellow passengers. They were all very friendly only a short time ago, but they hate each other with a bit ter hatred just now—all on account of the dust. Oust is a great destroyer of good humor. Back there a mile or so the sun shines brightly on the canyon road, making it look like a long yellow ribbon, but just ahead the shadow of the mountain oil tho west, which soems to close the up per end of the pass, cuts the light off in an odd, abrupt way, and presently we shall be in comparative darkness, for the edge of the heavy timber is only a little distance before us. Somehow the dust doesn't rise very high, or else the driver and the passen ger on the box don't mind it, for we can hear them talking. Old Ben, through some unseen but easily imagined influ ence, has relaxed from his usual taci turnity and is quite communicative to the beardless, boyish looking young chap who got on back at Alpena and is sharing the box with him. As the stago reaches the level, and rolls into the shadows of the mountain and the tall pines, Ben points with the whip to the mouth of the narrow pass leading out of the canyon a quarter of a mile away and remarks: "See them two big rocks?—road runs b'tween 'em. Uh-huh. Wal, right thar —mebbe a couple rods 'r so fu'ther on— was wliar I was hell up one day in th' summer of '70." "Yes?" said the passenger's pleasant voice interrogatively. "Would you mind telling mo about it?" Ben chirped to his horses, spat impres sively and liberally, and began: "Wal, 'twuz this a-way. That morn in til' 'xpress box was loaded plumb full o' hard stuff, th't lied t' go through that day. Now, jes'z luck'd hev' it, one o' gyards—we hed gyards them days— turned up missin 'lxiut tli' time wo was ready t' start fr'm Eldorado in th' morn in. Berry McNeill, th' other gyard, goes arter 'iin, an iin's 'Mr. Man laid up with a gash in th* head fr'm n'beer hottle— be'n scrappin liiglit b'fore. "Th' agent an me was thinkin pow'ful 'bout who we c'd git t' take Hauser's place cf he was sick, w'en hyar comes Mac, whi'stlin. " 'Say, fellers,' says he, 'Hauser got plunked with a bottle las' night, an is laytn 011 his downy couch with a head ache. Reckon I c'n go in b' my lone some; I got Hauser's sawed off gun.' "We both kicked a whole lot, but Mac, he'd made up his mill an was boun t' hev his own way; b'sides, we didn't hev no one right handy t' go 'long, so we hod t' give in, an Mac, whistlin one o' his everlastin toons, piles up on th' box an wo pulls out. They wa'u't no pas sengers. "Wal, we kcp our peepers skun right sharp, but ev'rythin went lovely till jes' long 'bout hyar. Then Mac says, 'Ben, I b'lieve they's some cusses layin fer us up b' them rocks—l think I seen a feller's head, jes'now.' Says I: 'Mac, y're full o' hop. I seen it, too, an 'twa'n't nothin hut a hawk crossin the road.' "1 stirred up the critters a bit, how somever, hut jes'z we turned th' rocks somebody jumps out fr'm both sides an nails th' leaders, an they was so many guns starin intuh my face th't it made me ashamed o' myself. Mac cut loose wi' th' sawed off shotgun an then begun wi' th' Wiuchister, gittin two fellers an skinnin up some more—but they was too dern many of 'em, an they c'd shoot, too, so Mac he never got no chance t' pump that gun dry. He oughtn't t' hev shot, nohow, but ho alius was a nervy cuss—noro nerve 'll sense. I usetuh say, 'Mac'" Half a dozen dusky forms leap from the roadside—the big cowboy who got aboard early in the afternoon, and has been dozing and swearing in a sleepy way about the dust, is suddenly wide awake, and we, on the inside, get a good look at the muzzles of his two big re volvers—wo hear Ben ejaculate, "Wal, this do beat hell!" and then we are in vited to get down into the road, where the pleasant faced, boyish looking young man, who got on back at Alpena, pro ceeds to business, and politely, cour teously, but firmly withal, relieves us of our sparo change—and more too. ****** That is my part of tlio story. Of course there were quite a number of other people present, including the youthful highwayman and his capable assistants, and they, also, have a claim on the above narrative. I did not mean that I owned it; what I tried to say was tliat this is the only one of the events from which come this veracious tale that I took part in, and I think it has been shown that my part was entirely a passive one. Perhaps we had better call that portion of the story the gentlemanly road agent's, because he got about ev erything else there was to get. The rest is Hallegan's. Hallegan and I were traveling to gether, and it was his foresight—or rather an odd notion of his—that en abled us to resume our journey to Den ver after the road agent incident. This odd notion was in the form of a thin chamois insole which he wore in his loft boot, and which, in addition to a card giving directions for the disposition of his body in case he should suddenly bo called hence while among strangers, contained a fifty dollar bill. It was an ordinary fifty dollar bill, bnt when Ter ence flashed it before my dazzled eyes in the hotel at Merrill that night I was Quito sure that it was larger and more valuable than the opinions of a New England hired man. It took us to Lead ville, anyway, and that was all we could reasonably desire: But for the rest of the story: It was about two years after the road agent affair, in which we lost almost everything but our good names and the clothing we wore, when one day I was thunderstruck to receive Hallegan's wedding cards. It was the first time I | had heard from him for a year, and had any one else told me Terence Hallegan was a marrying man I should have de rided him, but when Terence himself, in his own peculiar chirography, directed to me an envelope continuing such star j tling news, all set foro in the highest style of the engraver's art—well, it was | too much, and I went down into the camp, where surcease of sorrow was ob tainable in quantities to suit the pur chaser, and where there was a full score of Terence's friends and acquaintances to toast his memory and console with each other. And grief was our lot until the day Jewett "struck it" in that hole j he had been pegging away at over on the other side of the gulch, and excite ment reigned supreme. In the midst of the confusion, tele grams came and wont, flying—brought and sent by special courier to and from the office at Sunrise, nine miles away; 1 and one day camo one for him who sits here burning the nocturnal kerosene. It was from Hallegan, who was now liv ing in Chicago, and summoned me to hasten to that city, where I was needed to assist in a transaction involving the sale of some mining property in which j Terence and I were interested. Terence met me at the station. He touked remarkably well, even for a per son whose health and spirits had always 1 been of the very best, and I told him so, 1 adding that in deponent's opinion he , must have drawn a capital prize in the I matrimonial lottery. He smiled happily, and took my arm to walk outside the train inclosure as ' he said: "That I did—that I did, mo boy; just: wait till you see her, and you'll be sure of it." He called a cab, gave the driver some ! brief instructions, and leaiied in after me. We rode several minutes in silence; | then Hallegan turned to mo in a rather embarrassed way, and said, in a strained tone i "Billy, me boy—it's very near dinner ! time at our house—and there's no time for—explanations. Only—if you think you've seen—my wife—if her face is fa- j miliar—please don't mention it, or act as though you noticed" it. I'll explain after dinner." I acquiesced wonderingly, and won dered yet more after I had met Mrs. j Hallegan, for I was quite positive that I had never seen her before, and there was amplo opportunity during the course of the excellent dinner we presently sut down to, to study her. She was slightly ] above the medium height, and of a per- : feet, though rather slight figure. Her ! hair and eyes were dark, setting off ex- | cellently her clear olive complexion, and I her features were all that an artist could desire. She was hardly what one would call a beautiful woman, however. ! "Handsome" would bo the better word —or, perhaps, "striking." There was something about the firm set of her mouth when not speaking, and the j strong, rather masculine chin—in which, oddly enough, there was a charmingly feminine dimple—that caused this effect, ' I think. Ono would never have taken Mrs. Hallegan for the daughter of the j little, white haired, sweet faced old lady who sat opposite me, and whom she ad- I dressed as "mother." No, I had never seen her up to half an hour ago, so I gave up studying her and fell to wondering what' Ilallegan was going to "explain." Dinner over, the ladies rose to leave us, smiling over tho broad hint Terence had just thrown out concerning a desire to smoke. As they reached tho door Mrs. Ilallegan turned and bowed mockingly to her husband, whoso hand was jnst reaching for the bell. "I hope, Sir Ter ence, that the cigars may prove dry company." Then, with a bright smile, she vanished. 1 flopped into my chair breathlessly. Where had I seen that mocking bow? Then suddenly there came before me that little scene in the mountains two years since—the dust, tho heat, the sleepy cowboy inside the coach, the dap per little chap who so politely took our money and watches. Ho bowed just that way when ho finished his work and departed. "Her brother," I thought— "black sheep, blot on family escutcheon. How much they resemble" "Well, me boy?" Ilallegan was looking at mo quizzi cally through the smoke, we having lighted our cigars meanwhile. I sup pose I looked embarrassed. Of course it was all rot. Tho idea of thero being any connection, however remote, be tween the stately creature who had just left us and the little rascal who en gineered that holdup! Hallegan spoke: "Billy, me boy, I won't make a short story any longer than is necessary. You remember tho little fellow who held us up two years ago?" "Of course I do." "Yes, very likely. Well, I fancy I'd better begin at tho beginning. "Three years ago a young fellow named Wilson, who had been employed as cashier by the L. and A. Stage and Express company, got into trouble over his accounts. The manager, Robinson, charged him with a shortage amounting to several thousand dollars. Thero was an investigation, and on the strength of certain circumstantial evidence which need not be stated, as it is immaterial, backed by the testimony of Robinson, the manager; Tweedy, the superintend* §nt, and Frank Robinson, son of the manager—who, by the way, had always been Wilson's bosom friend--tll<l cashier was convicted on trial and sentenced to a long term at Canyon City. Strange to say, ho offered no testimony and made no defense except his pjea of 'not guilty.' "Well, it killed him. Insideof a year the worry and disgrace, along with the hard work and close confinement—he had never been very strong—had wasted him to a shadow, and when ut last he ! knew he couldn't live very long ho sent [ for his mother and sisters to come to him. "flis mother was too ill herself to travel, and one of the sisters—a cripple —was obliged to remain with her, but , the elder sister went. "She found him dying—dying in ! prison. It was the first she had known I of his trouble and, naturally, slio was terribly shocked. "He told her the true history of tho j affair—that young Robinson, between j wiiom and himself had existed a sort of Damon and Pythias friendship, was tho | guilty one; and how, when some of the stockholders got wind of the shortage, the two Robinsons and Tweedy, who was a brother-in-law of old Robinson, | had conspired to shield the guilty man by i sacrificing an innocent one, who would not defend himself. The confession made by the dying man was not alto- i gether a voluntary one. His sister, who had known nothing except that ho was innocent, caught a hint of the truth from him when he was raving in delirium— the rest she made him tell her. "After young Wilson's death, his sis ter went quietly to work to see what could be done to prove her brother's in nocence and to place tho guilt were it belonged, but soon found that nothing j could be proved. The Kfebinsons were too strong for her. "About this time Mrs. Wilson and her younger daughter were obliged to go \ south on account of ill health, leaving the j elder daughter, who was studying medi | cine, here in Chicago. Not long after this the holdups on the different lines of tho L. and A. began. For the first few times j there was only one road agent—a little ! chap, but a nervy one, who got talked , about by the papers a good deal; but , pretty soon there wero others, until a j band of about eight or nine had organ ; ized under the little fellow's leadership, and they made life a burden to tho L. and A. peoplo. I "It made no difference what precau tions the company took or how many j guards it employed; the road agents were too smart, and the boldest kind of ; holdups were successfully made—and, j by Jove! it 'busted' the company's busi licss. The L. and A. wasn't a heavy , concern, of course, but had always made ! a good deal of money. The frequent t holdups on its lines, though, proved a settler. It wasn't long before nobody ; would ship or travel over any of the L. j and A. company's lines unless actually obliged to, and the company was kept pretty busy settling the losses of its customers. Then came tho crash, and somehow peoplo began to suspect that j the Robinsons had not run things as j they should have been handled, and the stockholders investigated. Old Robin son died in disgrace shortly afterward. ! Tho young man took all ho could lay his hands on and skipped, but was caught at Sante Fe. He's where he should be at Canyon City. Tweedy got off on a technicality. "About seven or eight months after we were held up a stageful of fellows, including mysolf, were stopped and re lieved one afternoon about ten miles ' from Milliken, 011 the old Muleshoe trail. Tho young fellow was one of tho robbers—l knew him in spite of his mask. There were only four of the road agents on this occasion. "They pulled out, leaving us orders , not to touch our arms (which they had stacked on tho ground) for twenty min utes, under penalty of getting shot. But one of our party was a devil-may-care cliap, and 110 sooner were the bandits gone than he walked right over to the pile of guns and picked his out, remark ing that 110 'didn't believe there wero any roiul ugents around just then.' And there weren't. "Well, the result of this fellow's fool liardiness was that we concluded it would be money in our pockets to get on the trail of those four road agents, so wo started after them, separating a little distance from each other. We followed them all tho afternoon, but couldn't find a trace. "Yon know how the old Muleshoo trail is? Well, the driver had gone on, agreeing to meet us on the other side of the shoe—it is only three or four miles across. "I was just about muking up my mind to join tho other fellows, and had stopped to think of the best way to cross the creek, when I heard a queer sound, like a woman sobbing. I looked can tiously around, and thero, within two rods of me, was the young road agent, crying as if his heart would break. There was nobody else there, it was plain to be seen, so I quietly sneaked up and requested him to throw up his hands. "Did you ever hear a woman scream at tho sight of a mouse? That's just the way this young fellow screamed when 110 saw the muzzle of my gun—and I, as soon as I saw the scared, tearful face turned to mine, knew as well as I know now that the famous bandit known as Foxey was only a woman. "She seemed to trust me, somehow, and pretty soon I had the whole story from her. Then I sat down and bilked to her like a brother; and"the result was that next day tho road agents missed their leader, and inside of a fortnight Miss Joan Wilson was bank hero in Chi- ! cago at her studies again. "I need not say that this gentle bam dit, who ruined the business of the L. and A. company, took not one cent of the proceeds, and never permitted any of the baud to interfere with Uncle Sam's mail. Tho latter fact accounts in g measure for their success, for Undo i Sam is a bad man to interfere with. Tho former fact, I think, had to do to some I extent with tho strong hold which Foxey had over his subordinates, al though they must have had a good deal of faith in his demonstrated ability as j ail executive, The band was broken iqi ! not long after Foxey's disappearance and three of tho pien were caught, but f.liey didn't know any more concerning their mysterious ejt-chjef than did the public at large." "And—and Miss Wilson is" Hallegan's eyes twinkled; "Js waiting for us. Let us join her," ho said.—R. L, Ketchum in Argonaut. ROSAMOND. In bor moiro see her sit— Gown of antique sheen. Great blurred roses over it Sunk in mossy green. A rose her dainty corsage holds, A rose within her hair. And as she stirs her silken folds A rose scent in the air. O'er her antique, rose blurred gown See her Angers flit. While I envy, looking down. Every rose of it. I would I were a silken thread. That they might weave of me. Upon an antique moire bed, A goodly rose to see. Would I wefe a rose, art born. Sunk in a fern green frond. That, 'mong the rest, I might adorn A gown for Rosamond. 2Cay, would I were a living rose— She'd be more soft and fond— That I might kiss her bosom closo. Then die for Rosamond. —Lulah Ragsdalo in Detroit Free Press. DRAFTY ENGLISH HOUSES. In England Homes Are Devoid of Mod ern Comforts or Conveniences. [ The average dwelling house in any class—upper, middle or lower—bnilt within a year is constructed almost pre cisely on the lines in vogue at the begin ning of the century. In England there has been in ninety years no such ad vance in domestic architecture, with re gard to both convenience and style, as we have noted in the United States in the last decade. The Englishman may explain this by alleging that he built better in 1800 than we did in 1882. In this lie will not be altogether wrong, but he will be supported by fewer facts than he imagines. The British carpenter has not yet mas tered the art of making a window. There is always a gale blowing in around the sashes during the winter, whether tlio outside air he calm or raging. The more heat you get in a room—and by lamps and gas you can contrive to raise the temperature—the greater is the rush of cold air from without. It forces its way around the window sashes and the doors in obedience to a natural law. An English house is drafty, whether it he the dwelling of a peer or a peasant. The doors are hung even worse than the windows. In the first placo there are no thresholds, and there is a gaping space between tlio floor and the bottom of the door. Tlio room in which I am now writing has an admirable sjiecimen of an English door. I have just measured the yawning crevices around it. Between tlio floor and the bottom of the door there is a space one-half an inch wide, extending across the entire breadth of the door. Around the other three sides of tile door there is a space one-quarter of ail inch wide. All the doors in the place (which is not the work of a "jerry builder," hut is what the British call "a high class" and expensive structure) aro hung in the same fasliion. Imagine, then, the number of portieres and thick rugs necessary to exclude the drafts. The halls of an English house are un heated. Drafts are accordingly increas- j ed, for the cold air will always rush 1 from the chilly halls into the apart ments of high temperature. Screens, portieres, rugs, heavy window hangings are essential in every room. Of course these things darken an apartment. Thus you can only break the currents of ai: in a London dwelling by adding to the ! depressing gloom of the almost sunless London winter. An American housekeeper setting up an establishment here misses the nu merous and capacious closets of the Yankee domicile. Closet making is an unknown art to the Nineteenth century British builder. I know of any number of new and expensive dwellings—both 1 flats and houses—in which there is not a hanging closet. The most you can do is to provide a few cupboards in the "chimney jogs." For clothing you must liavo wardrobes set up in your rooms, ' monopolizing space and being as cheer- ! ful to gazo upon as sarcophagi. Odds and ends you must stow away as best you can. Cellars, in the American senso, i are unheard of. A small dungeon for coals or a penitential cell for winos ful- ; fills the British housekeeper's notion of a cellar. "Set tubs" aro usually reserved for the "mansions of the great." Tlio bathroom is tho latest innova- j tion in English liouses of the better class, but it is still an innovation. The clumsy tin tub, a yard and a half in width and six inches in depth, continues 1 to he tho Briton's favorite instrument for the matutinal ablution. In this nn- > wieldy contrivance, brought into his chamber in tlio morning, John Bull takes his frigid splash. His aversion to j bathrooms is akin to his horror of gas | "above the drawing room." J. B. pre fers to go to lied by candle light. Ho has a notion that gas will suffocato him ! in his sleep. Perhaps he cannot trust himself to shut off the illuminant by turning the "tup."—London Cor. Boston Herald. Several Common PhrawoH. Some of our idiomatic phrases are amusing rather than didactic. Take, for ; instance, the very common remark made ! when some ono of the company has told a harmless secret—"You have let the cat out of the bag." It is at onco a figure of speech • and a picture, but a veritable I bugbear to a foreigner not versed in the ; mysteries of our language. The same j idea is expressed in another idiom, j "You've tipped up the apple cart." A phrase that has an expressive meaning i is ono which epitomizes whole volumos , of advico—"Keep a stiff upper lip."— Detroit Free Press. II in Chances. "If I had half a chance I'd marry," re marked a handsome millionaire bachelor i to a good looking girl. "But you never will have," she as serted. "Why not?" he asked, somewhat taken aback, "Because," and she smiled in away that fascinated him, "every chance in your case is a whole one," It was the merest chance she took, but it netted her a million and a man.— Detroit Free Press. Variation* in Climate. In the capriciotfß climates of our tem perate latitudes a just determination and comparison form a baffling task. Observations, more or less systematic, with instruments, have >een made of climatological features for about 100 years, but on a general co-operative pkvn they have been carried on imperfectly for less than a third of that time, or about the period within which some ob servers suppose a round of meteoro logical changes is accomplished for a single locality. Popular opinions are founded most largely on haphazard rec ollections of vague impressions that can not be depended upon; and even if we had accurate records in place of these they could not l>e used to. determine the trend of climate on account of the short | time they cover. It has happened more than once dur : ing that time that a series of seasons of a peculiarly marked character has been followed abruptly by a series of opposite character, nullifying the conclusions that may have been taking shape from the former series. The speculations con cerning a decrease of rainfall in the United States in consequence of the re moval of the forests have been disturbed by the recent prevalence in part of the disforested area of a succession of sea sons of heavy and continuous rains.— W. H. Larrabee in Popular Science Monthly. How the Drum fish Drum*. At a meeting of the Berlin Physiolog ical society Professor Moebius described a most peculiar specimen of the finny tribe—Balisto aculeatua—the drumfish. They are found only in the waters of the harbor of Mauritics, and when caught and held in the haitd they emit a most ' 'striking" noise—a sound resembling that produced by tapping the head of a tenor drum. A careful examination of this strange creature fails to reveal any I movement of the mouth, the only mo tion observable being just behind the gill slit, where a continuous vibration of the skin may be seen. The portion of the skin which vibrates stretches from the clavicle to the bronchial arch. This is provided with four large bony plates and lies just over the air or "swim blad der." i Behind the clavicle is a curiously j shaped long bone, which is attached by the middle to the clavic muscle in such a manner as to form a lever with two arms. The long arm of this horny lover is imbedded in the ventral trunk mus cles and is capable of easy movement to and fro. Tho short arm slides during this movement over the rough inner side of the clavicle, which gives rise to a cracking noise which can be plainly heard at a distance of twenty feet.—St. Louis Republic. Preaching Over Old Sermon*. The scandal arising from bought ser mons, which unfortunatly are often sold in duplicate and even triplicate, has caused at least one bishop hence forth to forbid their use in his diocese. He has no objection to his clergy preach ing the sermons of other divines if the authorship is acknowledged, and even considers that an original discourse once a week is as much as can be reasonably expected from the average curate; but there must be no duplicity in the mat ter. There has always been a danger in the purchasod sermon. Recognition of the borrowed work, if from a well known source, is also al ways possible, or nearly always. A Welsh curate confessed to the following ingenious plan for evading it, which must, however, have given him a great deal of trouble: "I've got a volume of sermons by ono Tillotson, and a very good book it is; so I translate them into Welsh and then back again into Eng lish, after which Tillotson himself would I not know them again."—lllustrated I London News. KzerciHe in the Open Air. '•A man should take exercise in the open air if possible," said ho enthusias tically, "but some kind of violent exer cise just before going to bed. There is no medicine that will do him as much good or put him to sleep quicker. When I was a boy I smoked a great deal, and finally became so nervous at twenty-one that I couldn't keep the covers on my bed at night. The doctors told me to quit cigars and take exercise. I followed their advice. I never go to bed now without taking a handspring or two and swinging the clubs, and I sleep like a top." This man is a reporter on a New York daily paper, and his suggestion cuts a new artery for gentlemen of that seden tary occupation.—New York Herald. Pavemeuh of JerutuUem. The principal pavements made in Pal estine are in Jerusalem, and it is only within recent years they have been con structed in accordance with anything like modern requirements. The superior and massive Roman pavements, over 2,000 years old and still in fair preserva tion, are here not taken into considera tion. The material for streets is stone, cut about the size and shape of ordinary bricks or a little larger. This is laid in sand, the long and narrow side up. The stone used is the well known Jerusalem marble. The cost varies from ono to two dollars per square yard. The foun dation is almost invariably tho rubbish of the ancient city, which has accumu lated during centuries. Philadelphia Ledger. Can't Always llepcml on What You See. While it is very reasonable to trust the Verdict of our consciousness, yet it is equally desirable that this confidence should be accompaniod by ail under standing of the conditions under which the evidence is presumably valid and when likely to mislead, Souse decep tion, faulty observation, exaggeration, neglect, fallacy, illusion and error abound on all Bides and emphasize the need of a calm judgment, a well equipped Intellect, a freedom from haste and prejudice, an appreciation of details and nice distinctions, in tho determination of truth and the maintenance of mental health.—Professor Joseph Jastrow in Popular Scienco Monthly. The I'offonip Fog. The city of Carson, Nov., experienced the other evening the thickest and cold est pogonip fog "in the memory of tho oldest inhabitant." The pogonip fog is ' peculiar to elevated altitudes in the Ne i vada Sierras, which is something for us to bo thankful for. The pogonip ascends from the valleys, and its chill embrace is so much feared by tho Indians, who are predisposed to affections of the lungs, that they change their camp if apprised by the atmospheric conditions that the dreaded fog is approaching. Odgen, a chemist of the Nevada min ing bureau, furnishes this pleasing de scription of the pogonip: "In tho White Pine mountains, the Toyabi, tho Myko and the Parranagat ranges it is quite common to see the trees, houses and everything out in the open gradually be come white without any apparent cause. There is no perceptible fog, but tho hot air from the valleys gradually ascends up the mountain side, and becoming crystallized, the minute crystals uttacli themselves to anything in sight. This phenomenon affects human lieings in just tho same manner, and when tho fog passes by, the frozen particles will ad here to the hair and clothing, producing a very grotesque effect."—Providence Journal. Two Kinds of Italians. The monument which is to bo erected in New Orleans in memory of the late Chief of Police Hennessey is nearing completion at the works of the Hallowell (Me.) Oranite company. The monu ment has three bases, the lowest 1% feet square. On the top base tho namo "Hennessey" is chiseled in raised let ters. Tho capital is two feet in height with paneled sides. Surmounting the capital is a plain granite column thirteen feet in height. At the foot of the col umn is the coat of arms of Louisiana, and above that is a representation of the dead chief's badge. From the draped top of the column are suspended a policeman's belt and a club, like those worn by the dead chief. A singular circumstance in connection with this monument is that seven of the nine men employed in makfcg it are Italians. Speaking of that, Joseph Arclii, who has charge of the work, said, i "The Italians who are doing this work are of a different class altogether from ! the New Orleans Italians who killed I Hennessey, and they aro in perfect syro j pathy with the Americans who shot our evil minded countrymen."—Boston Tran script. Mrs. Ilclwig'. 5,0:14 Looxc Troth. | Armed with a search warrant Treas | ury Agents Soehnglcn and Harlan vis i ited the residence of Dr. Eunney Hel- ; \ wig, a female physician, and after ran j sacking the place they located a big package of false molars. The teeth were all single, no seta being found. They numbered just 5,034. The woman was taken beforo Chief Treasury Agent Scanlan, whero alio admitted having brought tho teeth from Germany. She came to America Oct. 4, 1890. There is a duty of CO per cent, on porcelain teeth, and as tho lot was val ued at S9OO the duty would have been considerable. After safely passing the I customs officers at New York Mrs. Hel { wig came to Chicago, where she opened a dentist's office. This failing to pay she hung out her shingle as a female physician.—Chicago Tribune. Hens and Ducks. Fish stories aro good, but they cannot compare in interest with the hen stories that were told at the Plowman Farmers' meeting in John Hancock building. James Rankin, of South East on, the es sayist, described a pair of healthy chick ens hatched from a double yolked eggs which were joined at the wings by a fleshy intogument. They had to be sep arated, because one of them developed a tendency to turn somersaults, which proved a source of annoyance and dan ger to his less acrobatically inclined mate. He also told of a flock of ducks that would never enter tho water unless accompanied by a young lady attendant, and at a certain hour every day they would come to the house and quack for her to come out and go with them to - the water's edge.—Boston Transcript. i Vermont Deer Return to New York. Tho attempt to stock the Green moun tains with deer will doubtless prove a ' complete failnro. A number of years j ago some of tho animals were brought j from New York and turned loose upon the mountain slopes in tho thinly inhab ited sections of the state. That they 1 have bred and increased it is quite natu ral to Buppose, but the reason that they are not now any. more numerous than they were five years ago can bo attrib uted to tho fact that in (ho winter they cross Lake Chainplain on tho ice into the Adirondack wilderness, never to re turn.—Vermont Cor. Albany Journal. The Preacher'. Celluloid Cuffs Took Fire. The Rev. Boles, tho pastor who hai been holding revival services at Man ning, la., has met with a serious acci dent. A furnace used in tho church foi heating water for baptisms suddenly ex ploded, afid the Rev. Boles carried il out. Ho had the misfortune to be wear ing celluloid cuffs, which also took fire, and in an instant his clothes were on lire. Both of bis arms were burned and charred in a frightful manner, and the attending physicians say his injuries are fatal.—Cor. Indianapolis Journal. A very pleasant sight was witnessed on the Brooklyn water front a few days ago, and one that is of too rare occur-1 rence nowadays; it was tho docking of four American steamships almost at the same time. A colored man at High Point, N. C., fell from un electric light isdo to the pavement, a distance of twenty-five feet, the other day and is reported to havo es-1 Jiped without even a bruise. 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