Freelaiiti 'i'riDune Established 1838. PUBLISHED EVERY MONDAY AND THURSDAY, BY TIIE TRIEDNE PRINTING COMPANY, UsM OFFICE: MAIM STREET ABOVE CENTRE. FREE I. AND, PA. Sir.stlUf'J JON KATES: One Year 61.50 bi* Month-* 75 Four llun hs 50 Two Mouth. . *-5 The date whloh the subscription is paid to Is on tno address label o[ each paper, the change ot whi,'lt to tt sul*seqneot date be comes a receipt for remittance. Keep the figures in advance of the present date, lie port promptly to this ofilee whenever paper is not receive,l. Arrearages must he paid when subscription is discontinued. M/i I c nil mcmy t). <itr, chicks, eto„payabl it to the Tribun jprinhnj Company, Limited. Events in Samoa have given the Anglo-American alliance its baptism of blood. It is for another nation to say whether this union shall he still more securely welded in the fires of war. It must have astonished even the foreign military experts to see how quickly the American forces in the Philippines repaired bridges or fitted out trains. In no other army in the world will one find so largo a percent age of skilled mechanics as in the • American army. The house in which Robert Louis Stevenson was born has been pur chased by an Englishman, who plans to live in it and devote himself to writing. If ho hopes to get the full j literary benefit of his environment, he should have made arrangements to he born in the house. The Russian Ministry of Agricul ture has sent a representative abroad for the purpose of collecting informa tion regarding the condition of the grain trade in other countries—the object being to regulate that trade at home, and enlarge foreign buying of Russian grain. If the gentleman named will condescend to travel as far as the Dakotas, he wall be heartily welcomed, and will secure more points in a week than he is likely to get in Europe in six months. If we have any points on business to spare, they are points on grain. The disaster of the Stella on the Casket Rocks adds a terrible interest to these rocks, made classic by Victor Hugo end by the many previous Shipwrecks. And again we have cause to congratulate ourselves on the splen did discipline and heroism displayed by the officers and crew of our Anglo- Saxon race, and also by the passen gers. Only the second mate of the of ficers was saved, nud most of the crew went down with the steamer. The women passengers sang hymns in the boats to keep np the courage of their companions. There was none of the mad panic of fear that often occurs in races that prido themselves especially on their courage and honor, when that is to be shown before the world the atrically, but who fail lamentably when theso same qual*ies might he shown in the gloom of shipwreck, where no background of spectators stands ready to applaud. Aiiothor Kind of Escape. "Those of us that are reveling in rainy day skirts have decided that life is worth while," says Cinders, in the Chicago Times-Herald. "And such things as these remind me of that old story told by Artemus Ward. He said there was a man who was thrown into a Spanish prison, where he lay seventeen years. All at once a happy thought struck ltim. He opened the window and got out. "I wonder why we stayed in prison so long? Why didn't we cease mak ing ourselves uncomfortable years ago? I'm sure the window was there, and open, if we'd only had the cour age to clamber out." The bridegroom Hat. A European Government servant was recently married to a native wom an in Samarang by tho Mohammedan ceremony. It took place in the mes jitl, and it was conducted by thopeng iinln, but tho bridegroom was not present. Ho had given written notice that he would not put in an appear ance, but he sent his hat, and that was, according to native custom, quite snfficieut. She married the hat.— Singapore Free Preßs. ■Honda til.ing Awaj •<, brunette*. The blonde type will have disap peared from Europe In two centuries, according to an English physician, who declares that of 100 blondes only 55 marry, while of 100 brunettes 75 marry. In Germany and Scandinavia also the blonde type Is much less predominant than It used to be. In the Hnw. The Sweet Young Thing—What Is the meaning of the old custom of throwing rice at a newly married couple? The Crabbed Old Bachelor—lt grew out of the Idea, I suppose, that the bridegroom is usually a pudding." FEOM OCEAN TO OCEAN. Rudyarcl Kipling's Description of Harvey Cheyne's "Record" Run From San Diego to Boston. A REMARKABLE STORY FOUNDED ON FACT. [lnallofKinling'smanyboolis.famous for i ! flioir das It alia vigor, no' passage of equal ! length Is more vivid than the description, in "Captains Courageous," of Harvey Cheyno'srush across theeoutinout,to meet i tho son ivhein ho had mourned as dead. , This is said to have been based on a "rec ord" trip between tho same points—San Diego, California, and lloston, Mass.— s 'tnade by a Western railway president in i in 1305. Mr. Kipling's description shows n { singular knowledge of American railway men and methods, as well ns "f American character. By permission of The Contury Company, w<; priuf herewith the passage J in question, front Chapter IX, of "Cup- tains Courageous."] Whatever his private sorrows may be, a multimillionaire, like tiny other u workingman, should keep abreast o' y his business. Harvey Cheyne, senior, tl had gone East late in June to meet a d wouinu broken down, half mad, who ti dreamed day and night of her son e drowning in the gray seas. Ho had & surrounded her wiih doctors, trained tl nurses, massage-women, and even a faith-cure companions, but they were y useless. Mrs. Cheyno lay still and o moaned, or talked of her hoy by tho hour together to any one who would '( listen. llopo she had none, and who si could offer it? All she needed was as surance that drowning did not hurt; tt and her husband watched to guard lest she should make the experiment. Of his otvn sorrow he spoke little—hard- ci ly realized tho depth o' it till he l ( caught himself asking the calendar on y his writing-desk, "What's the .use of s going on?" There had always lain n pleasant b notion at the back of his head that, some day, when he had rounded off '( everything and tho boy had left eol- q lege, he would tako hi? son to his s heart and lead him into his pos- a sessions. Then that boy, he argued, H as busy fathers do, would instantly \ become his companion, partner and f ; ally, and there would follow splendid } years of great works carried out to- s gether—tho old head backing the j young firo. Now this hoy was dead— a lost at sea, as it might have been a _ Swede sailor from one of Cheyne's big teaships; the wife was dying, or t; worse; he himself was trodden down by platoons of women and doctors and I maids and attendants; worried almost C beyond endurance by tho shift and ' change of her poor restless whims; a hopeless, with no heart to meet his I many enomies. 1 He had taken tho wife to his raw I new palace in San Diego, where she o and her people occupied a wing of 1 great price, and Cheyne, in a veranda- f room, between a secretary and a type writer, who was also a telegraphist, ] toiled about wearily from day to day. There was a war of rate 3 among four l Western railroads in which he was . supposed to be interested; a devastat- t ing striko had developed in his lumber , camps in Oregon, and the Legislature ' of the State of California, which has ] no love for its makers, was preparing open war against him. , Ordinarily he would havo accepted battle ere it was offered, and have waged a pleasant and unscrupulous campaign. But now he sat limply, his soft black hat pushed forward on his nose, his big body shrunk inside his loose clothes, staring at hi 3 boots or the Chinese junks in tho bay, and assenting absently to the secretary's questions as he opened the Saturday mail. Cheyno was wondering how muoh it would cost to drop everything and pull out. He carried huge insurances, conld buy himself royal annuities,and between one of his plnces in Colorado and a little society (that would do tho wife good), say in Washington and in the South Carolina Islands, a man might forget plans that had come to nothing. On the other hand Tho click of the typewriter stopped; the girl was looking at the secretary, who had turned white. He passed Cheyne a telegram re peated from Sau Francisco; "Picked np by fishing schooner We'ro Here having fallen offboat great j times on Banks fishing all well wait ing Gloucester Mass care Disko Troop for money or orders wire what shall do und how is mama Harvey N.Cheyne." Tho father let it fall, laid his head down on tho roller-top of tho shut desk, and breathed heavily. The sec retary ran for Mrs. Cheyno's doctor, , who found Cheyne pacing to and fro. i "What—what d'you think of it? Is it possible? Ls there any meaning to it? I can't quite make it out," ho cried. "I can," said the doctor. "I lose seven thousand a year—that's all." Ho thought of the struggling New ■ York practice ho had dropped at I Cheyne's imperious bidding, and re turned the telegram with a sigh. ' "You mean you'd tell her? 'May ho a fraud?" "What's the motive?" said the doo i tor, coolly. "Detection's too certain. It's tho boy sure enough." Enter a French maid, impudently, ; ns an indispensable one who is kept on only by large wages. "Mrs. Cheyne she say yon must come at once. She think you are i seek." The master of thirty millions bowed hia head meekly and followed Suzanne; nud a thin, high voico on the upper landing of the great white-wood square | staircase cried: "What is it? What I has happened?" | No doors could keep out the shriek that rang through the echoing house a moment later, when her husband blurted out the news. "And that's all right," said the doc tor, serenely, to the typewriter. "About the only medical statement in novels with any truth to it is that joy don't kill, Miss liinzey." "I knew it; but we've a heap to do first." Miss Ivinzey was from Mil waukee, somewhat direct in speech, and as her fancy leaned towards the secretary, she divined there was work in hand. He was looking earnestly at the vast roller-map of America on the wall. "Milsom, we're going right across. Private car—straight through—Bos ton. Fix tho connections," shouted Cheyne down the staircase. "I thought so." The secretary turned to the typo writer, and their eyes met (out of that was born a story—nothing to do with this story). She looked inquiringly, ' doubtful of his resources. He signed . to her to move to the Morse as a gen- ; eral brings brigades into action. Then ho swept his hand musician-wise through his hair, regarded tho ceiling, and set to work, while Miss Kinzey's white fingers called up the Continent of America. "K. H. Wade, Los Angeles—the 'Constance' is at LO3 Angeles, isn't she, Miss Kinsey?" "Yep." Miss ICinzey nodded be- j tween clicks as the secretary looked j it his watch. "Ready? Send'Constance,'piivato j car, here, and arrange for special to ' leave here Sunday in time to connect with New York Limited at Sixteenth 1 street, Chicago, Tuesday next." 1 Click—click —click! ' 'Couldn't you better that?" "Not on those grades. That gives 'em sixty hours from here to Chicago. 1 They won't gain anything by taking a special east of that. Ready? Also arrnuge with Lake Shore aud Michigan Southern to tako 'Constance' on New 1 York Central and Hudson River Buf falo to Albany, and B. and A. the same Albany to Boston. Indispensable I should reach Boston Wednesday even- ' ing. Bo sure nothing prevents. Have also wired Canuiff, Toucey, and Barnes. —Sign, Cheyne." Miss Kinzey nodded, and the secre tary went on. "Now then. Cauniff, Toucey, and Barnes, of course. Ready' Canniff, Chicago. Please take my private car 'Constance' from Santa Fe at Sixteenth street next Tuesday p. m. on N. Y. Limited through to Buffalo and de liver N. Y. C. for Albany.—Ever bin to N'York, Miss Kinzey? We'll go some day.—Ready? Take car Buffalo to Al bany on Limited Tuesday p. m. That's for Toneey." "Haven't bin to Noo York, but I know that!" with a toss of the head. "Beg pardon. Now, Boston aud Al bany, Barnes, same instructions from Albany through to Boston. Leave three-five p. m. (you needn't wire that); arrivo nine-five p. m. Wednesday. That covers everything Wade will do, but it payß to shake up the managers." "It's great," said Miss Kinzey, with a look of admiration. This was tho kind of man she understood and ap preciated. " 'T isn't bad," said Milsom, mod estly. "Now auy one but me would have lest thirty hours and spent a week working out the run, instead of handing him over to the Santa Fe straight through to Chicago." "But see here, nbout that Noo York Limited. Chauncey Depew himself could n't hitch his car to her," Miss Kinzey suggested, recovering herself. "Yes, but this isn't Chauncey. It's Cheyne—lightning. It goes." "Even so. Guess we'd better wire tho boy. You've forgotten that, any how." "I'll ask." When he returned with the father's message bidding Harvey meet them in Boston at an appointed hour, he found Miss Kinzey laughing over the keys. Then Milsom laughed, too, for the frantic clicks from Los Angeles ran: "We want to know why—why—why? General uneasiness developed and spreading." Ten minutes later Chicago appealed to Miss Kinzey in these words: "If crime of century is maturing please warn friends in time. We are all get ting to cover here." This was capped by a message from Topeka(and wherein. Topeka was con cerned even Milsom could not guess): "Don't shoot, Colonel. "We'll come down." Cheyne smiled grimly at the con sternation of his enemies when tho telegrams were laid before him. "They think we're on the war-path. Tell 'em we don't feel like fighting just now, Milsom. Tell 'em what we're going for. I gness you nud Miss Kin zey had better come nloug, though it isn't likely I shall do any business on tho road. Tell 'em the truth—for once." So the truth was told. Miss Kinzey clicked in the sentiment while the secretary added the memorable quota tion, "Let as have peace," and in board-rooms two thousand miles atvay the representatives of sixty-three mil lion dollars' worth of variously rnani . pnlated railroad interests breathed more freely. Cheyne was flying to meet tho only son, so miraculously restored to him. Tho boar was seek ing his cub, not the hulls. Hard men who had their knives drawn to fight for their financial lives put away tho weapons and wished him God-speed, while half a dozen panic-smitten tin pot roads perked up their heads and , spoke of the wonderful things they would have done had not Cheyne buried the hajchet. It was a busy week-end among the wires; for, now that their anxiety was removed, men and cities hastened to Accommodate. Los Angeles called to San Diego and Barstow that the Southern California engineers might know and bo ready in their lonely round-houses; Barstow passed the word to the Atlantic and Pacific; and Albuquerque flung it the whole length of the Atchison, Topeko and Santa Be management, even into Chi cago. An engine, combination-car with crew, and the great and gilded "Constance" private car were to be "expedited" over those three thou sand three hundred and fifty miles. The train would take precedence of one hundred nud seventy-seven others meeting and passing; despatch es and crews of every one of those said trains must be notified. Sixteen locomotives, sixteen engineers nud sixteen firemen would bo needed— each and everyone the hest available. Two and one-half minutes would bo allowed for changing engines, three for watering and two for coaling. "Warn the men, and arrange tanks and chutes accordingly; for Harvey Chevna is in a hurry, a hurry—a hurry," saug the wires. "Forty miles an hour will- be expected, and division superintendents will accom pany this special over their respec tive divisions. From Sau Diego to Sixteenth street, Chicago, let the magic carpet be laid down. Hurry! oh, hurry!" "It will be hot," said Cheyne, ns they roiled out of San Diego in the dawn of Sunday. "We're going to hurry, ' mamma, just as fast as ever we can; but I really don't think there's any good of your putting on your bonnet and gloves yet. You'd much better lie down nud take your medicine. I'd play you a game of dominoes, but it's Sunday." "I'll be good. Ok, Z will bo good. Only—ttakiug off my bonnet makes me feci as if we'd never get there." "Try to sleep a little, mamma, and we'll be in Chicago before you know." "But it's Boston, father. Tell them to hurry." The six-foot drivers were hammer ing their way to Saa Bernardino and the Mohave wastes, but this was no grade for speed. That would come later. The heat of the desert fol lowed the heat cf the hills as they turned east to the Needles and tho Colorado River. The car cracked in the utter drouth and glare, and they put crushed ice to Mrs. Cheyne's neck, and toiled up the long, long grades, past Ash Fork, towards Flag staff, where the forests and quarries are, under the dry, romote skies. The needle of tho speed-indicator flicked and wagged t aud fro; the cinders rattled on the roof, and a whirl of dust sucked after the whirling wheels. The crow of tho combination sat on their bunks, panting in their shirt-sleeves, and Cheyne found himself among them shouting old, old stories of the railroad that every trainman knows, above tho roar of the car. He told them about his son, and how the sea had given tip its dead, and they nod ded and spat and rejoiced with him; asked after "her, back there," and whether she could stand it if the en gineer "let her out a piece," and Cheyne thought she could. Accord ingly, tho great fire-horse was "let out" from Flagstaff to Winslow, till a division superintendent protested. But Mrs. Cheyne, in the boudoir stateroom, where the French maid, sallow-white with fear, clung to the silver door-handle, only moaned a lit tle and begged her husband to bid them "hurry." And so they dropped the dry sands and moon-struck rocks of Arizona behind thorn, and grilled on till the crash of the couplings and the wheeze of the brake-hose told them they were at Coolidgo by the Conti nental Divide. Three bold and experienced men— cool, confident, and dry when they be gan; white, quivering, and wet when they finished their triek at those terri ble wheols—swung her over the great lift from Albuquerque to (ilorietta and beyond Springer, up and up to the Raton Tunnel on the State line, whence they dropped rocking into La Junta, had sight of thoArlcansaw, and tore down the long Blope to Dodge City, where Cheyne took comfortonco again from setting his watch an hour ahead. There was very little talk in the car. The secretary and typewriter sat to gether on the stamped Spanish-leather cushions by the plate-glass observa tion-window at the rear end, watching the surge and ripple of the ties ciowded back behind them, aud, it is believed, making notes of the scenery. Cheyne moved nervously between his own extravagant gorgeousness and the naked necessity of the combination, an unlit cigar in his teeth, till the pitying crews forgot that he was their tribal enemy, aud did their host to entertain him. 1 At night the bunched electrics lit up that distressful palace of all the t luxuries, and they fared sumptuously, swinging on through the emptiness of ; abject desolation. Now they heard i the swish of a water-tank, and the . guttural voice of a Chinaman, the clink-clink of hammers that tested the Krupp steel wheels, and the oath of a tramp chased off the rear-platform; now the solid crash of coal shot into the tender; and now a beating back of noises as they flew past a waiting , train. Now they looked out into great abysses, a trestle purring beneath their tread, or up to rocks that barred i out half tho stars. Now scaur and ravine changed and rolled back .to , jagged mountains on the horizon's edge, and now broko into hills lower ; and lower, till at last came the true ! plains. At Dodge City an unknown hand threw in a copy of a Kansas paper containing some sort of an interview with Harvey, who had evidently fallen i in with an enterprising reporter, tele graphed on from Boston. The joyful i journalese revealed that it was beyond i question their boy, and it soothed i Mrs. Cheyne for a while. Her one word "harry" was conveyed by the crews to tho engineers of Nickerson, Topeka and Marceline, where the grades are easy, and they brushed the Continent behind them. Towns and villages were close together now, and a man could feel here that ho moved among people. "I can't see the dial, and my eyes ache so. What are wo doing?" "Ths very best we can, mamma. Therj's no senso in gettiug in before the Limited. We'd only have to wait." "I don't care. I want to feel we're moviug. Sit down and tell me the miles." Cheyne sat down aud read tho dial for her (there were some miles which stand for records to this day), but tho seventy-foot car never changed its long steamer-like roll, moviug through the heat with the hum of a giaut bee. Yet the Bpeed was not enough for Mrs. Cheyne; and tho heat, the re morseless August heat, was making her giddy; the clock-hands would not move, and when, oh, when would they be in Chicago? It is not true that, ns they chnnged engines at Fort Madison, Cheyne passed over to the Amalgamated Brotherhood of Locomotive En gineers an endowmeut sufficient to enable them to fight him and his fel lows on equal terms for evermore. He paid his obligations to engineers and firemen as he believed they deserved, and only his bauk knows what he gave tho crews who had sympathized with him. It is on record that the last crew took entire charge of switching opera tions at Sixteenth street, because "she" was in a doze at last, and Heaven was to help any one who bumped her. Now the highly paid specialist who conveys tho Lake Shore and Michigan Southern Limited from Chicago to Elkhart is something of an autocrat, and he does not approve of being told how to back up to a car. None the less he handled tho "Constauco" as if she might have been a load of dyna mite, and when the crew rebuked him, they did it in whispers and dumb show. "Pshaw!" said the Atchison, To peka and Santa Fe men, discussing life later, "we weren't runnin' for a record. Harvey Cheyne's wife, she were sick back, an' we didn't want to jonnce her. 'Come to think of it, our runnin' time from San Diego to Chi cago was 57.51. You can tell that to them Eastern way-trains. When, we're tryin' for a record, we'll let you know." To the Western man (though this would not please either city) Chicago and Boston are oheek by jowl, and some railroads encourage the delu sion. The Limited whirled the "Con stance" into Buffalo and the arms of the New Y'ork Central and Hudson Kiver (illustrious magnates with white whiskers and gold charms on their watch-chains boarded her here to talk a little business to Cheyne), who slid her gracefully into Albany, where the Boston and Albany completed the run from tide-water to tide-water —total time, eighty-seven hours and thirty five minutes, or three days, fifteen hours and one-half. Harvey was wait ing for them. Electric Devices For the Household. Electricity in a large way has so much attention that people whose houses aro not wired for the current forget the manifold blessings which electricity can confer in the house hold. That the house, as well as be ing lighted, can be heated, and the meals cooked by the nineteenth cen tury wonder are only two items on a long list. Not only through radiators can a house bo heated, but there are similar devioes like foot warmers for chilly nooks which will keep one from tnking cold. All manner of portable stoves for cooking are on the market, 5 o'clock tea kettles, chafing dishes, coffee pots and fine ovens, in which the heat can be regulnted by thermo meters and a system of switches to bako on the top or all around. Then there are griddles, broilers, hot water urns and all kinds of flat irons. Instead of the hot-water bag there is the heating pad for the same purpose. A heater for curling irons is a vast improvement on the gas ar rangement or the alcohol lamp com monly used, for there is no soot to smirch the tongs. Then there aro soldering irons for solder, sealing wax or glue, which are convenient to have in every house.—New Y'ork Press. When Syrians Tell Tales. neroio tales usually occupy the evening, and each tale is made a little larger than tho one preceding it. One says, "My grandfather with one blow ot his 'yaticau' (some Rort of a clay mure) cut oft' the head of a gigantio high wayman." The other says, "Lis ten! May God prolong your days! There is greater thau that. My great-grand father once struck a great highway man with his yaticau on the crown of his head. Tho weapon fell exactly on tho middle of the head, and, passing through the backbone, cut the spinal cord exactly in two. and passed bo tweeu the feet of the doomed man. Tho blow was so swift that the man, not feeling it, stepped forward toward my great-grandfather and fell in two pieces."—Bitatir (Syria) Letter in the Chicago Reoord. A Hoodoo Ship. The coal steamship Westoe, of South Shields, on her way up tlie Clyde River a few days ago collided with several vessels in succession, and was badly disabled. In a sinking condi tion she was then run ashore. Sud denly a fire broke out in her engine room, some paraffin, it is supposed, having capsized. The firo was extin guished, because the vessel found ered. That waß thought to be the end of tho steamer, but the next day the Lloyds received this message: "Steamer Westoe, sunk at Charlton, completely broken in two this morn ing."—New York World. ! TALES OF PLUCK | m ADTENTHRE. | A LumbermaH'i Hurd Fifflit For Lite, Hnlvor Johnson, a log scaler from the Williams camp on Pine River, Atkins County, Minnesota, was taken into Minneapolis recently in a serious condition, as a result of an encounter with wolves uaar the camp. Johnson ha:l beeu in the woods sinco last December. Johnson was scaling a late load of logs on Lake Washburn. One of the teamsters had just discharged his load, aud, knowing the wolves to be pretty thick as well as bold, he asked Johnson to ride to the camp with him, hut the latter said ho would rather scale the last load aud then walk in. The teamster, therefore, drovo oft" and left him. Over an hour wont l>y and Johnson did not come in. This fact would probably not havo beeu noticed among so many men had not West, the teamster, been attracted by tho iierco howling of wolves in tho direction of tho lake. He then began looking about for Johnson, aud as he could not find lum, told several of the men that he believed the sealer was in trouble. A party was hastily made up of ten or twelve men. who armed themselves with axes, pikes, lanterns, etc., and started in the direction of the noise". It was an intensely cold night, aud from the hideous bayiug of the wolve3 it appeared that they had not yet suc ceeded iu pulling down their jirey. More than half of tho search party favored turniug hack, being convinced that Johnson was in his bunk, or somebody else's, and had beeu over looked. West, the teamster, felt certain that Johnsou was being be sieged by the wolves, aud he pre vailed ou his companions to go on. The distance was about a mile and a half, and with every step the yelping of the pack became fiercer. Before half the distance had been covered West's party had satisfied itself that his suspicions were correct, and the rest of the journey was made at a run. The wolves did not pay the least attention to the noise of the approach ing party, and it was not until the men were right upon them that tliey turned tail and slunk away. Johnson was found on the top of a pile of logs with his scaling rule in his hand, and, as it turned out, had beeu at his last grasp when the gaug from camp came up. Ho had defeuded himself with tho scaling rule until completely surrounded and snapped at from all sides by the wolves. His legs are covered with bites and tears and there are some severe gashes in the upper parts of his body, which indicate that ho must have beeu hard pressed when suocor came. He says that there were from thirty to forty wolves in the pack, A Thrilling ICunoae. One bright spot in tho picturq of gloom surrounding the rocont Andrews and Adauiß fires fa New York City in which the seven poisons were burned to death was the ap'audid rescue of Nellie Qninn, one of the Adams ser vants, by Patrolman Louis 0. Wagner. When the firemen got to the Adams house Nellie Quinn was seen to be clinging with her hands to the outside of a window-sill on the fourth Btory, her feet finding an insecure support upon a narrow ornamental ledge of atone running across tho brownstono front of the house between the third and fourth storios. Volumes of smoko issuing from the window were blind ing and choking her, and she was evi dently making up her mind to jump when Wagner shouted to her to hold on till ho reached her. Entering the adjoining house he ran up to tho fourth floor, followed by George Kreutcb man aud A. L. Fitzgerald, firemen. Leaning out of the window as far as his supple muscles would allow, for Wagner is an athlete, though not a big fellow, the patrolman found that he still could not reach the woman. Then two firemen held his legs and pinned his feet to the sill, with a fine display of strength, thus enabling Wagner to project his body far beyond tho balancing point. Then, by en couraging the girl to crawl to tho ex treme edge of the ledge, ho was just able to grasp her wrist. Miss Quinn is a girl of substantial build. She probably weighs 150 pounds; hut Wagner's lithe fingers closed round her wrists much like the steel handcuffs he knows so well how to slip over the baud of a fighting prisoner, and then he told the girl to jump. She did so, and at once her entire weight depended upon Wag ner's arms. He was equal to it, aud wheu the wrench of tho swiug was over his bulging biceps were equal to tho additional task of raising the girl up until the firemen could grab her. Cue seized her by tho hair, tho other under tho armpit. To dc this they | had partly to let go of Wagner. But lie, nimble as a cat, had found his balance already, and with a united pull they landed the young woman in ] sido the room, safe, but suffering con j Biderably from shock aud mortal fear. A Mreve Illerator .Han. Mr. J. W. Dloane, a gentleman who lived at the recently destroyed Wind sor Hotel, New York City, has started with a contribution of sssoo a fund of §IO,OOO, which it is hoiied will bo raised for the support of tho mother and two sisters of William Guion, an elevator man at the hotel. Other con tributions have swelled the fund at this writing to more than S3OOO. Guion had been employed at the Wind sor for twenty years, and had charge of the elevator when the tire broke cut. He stood his ground gallantly. and kept his elevator going through smoke and the gravest peril, repeat edly bringing [down loads of fright ened jieople. When the collapse of the building became imminent, he was pulled eut of his oar by the po lice. But he was not yet ready to run. It has been said that the eleva tor bell rang again. At any rate, lie started up for ono more trip. On his way down, tiie top of the shaft fell in. The car stopped, and he and whoever was with him were caught and died. When has tliero been a nobler in stance of devotion to duty than this? Kunning au elevator ishundrnmwork, about as little adopted, apparently, to develop heroic qualities as any work that can be imagined. But there was hero stuff in Guion. For him the lit-- tie tinkle of his hell ill that fiery con fusion was a signal no less august than the voice of God. Up he went again on a sacred mission, aud out of that cage in which his body was entrapped his soul went to his linker. Manhood came ont strong at that fire. Tho courage and effective work of the firemen saved many lives, and have been praised and honored, as they should have beon. But the fire men havo taught us to expect heroism from them. William Guion's fine de votion may not bo qualified even by tho suggestion that it wa3 part of his business, except in so far as it is every man's business, when the pinch comes, to l-emamber that he was made in God's image, and must not disgrace the uniform of clay that clothes his spirit.—Harper's Weekly. . ~ """ L ~ " t" 4 ' 1 Capturing a Python. Pythons are numerous in the Philip pines. We often heard of very large ones, says Mr. Dean C. Worcester in his interesting nccountof these lnuch talked-of islands, but the nearer we got to theih the smaller they grew. Finally, however, we got a fine speci men. Some men had found him coiled up under a fallen tree. Arranging rattan slip-nooses so that ho could not well escape them, they had then poked him till he crawled into their snares, when they jerked the knots tight, and made the linos fast to trees and rooks. When we reached tho python I near ly stepped on him, for he was stretched out on tho ground and looked for all the world like a log. A venomous hiss warned me of my mistake, and caused me to heat so sudden a retreat as to afford great delight to the as sembled crowd of Tagbannas. The reptile had about three feet of play for his head, and I thought it wise to treat him with respect. Drenching a handful of absorbent cot ton with chloroform, I presented it to him on tbe end of a piece of bamboo. He bit it savagely aud it caught on tho end of his long, recurved teeth, so that he could not get rid of it. Then I saw a most remarkable exhibition oi brnto force. Under tho stimulus of the chloro form that python broke green lattang three-quarters of an inch in diameter, and that without apparent exertion. There was no thrashing about. It was all quiet, steady pulling. He soon broke or twisted out of overy one of his fastenings except a running noose around his neck; and getting a hold for 'us tail around a stump, he pulled until it seemed as if his head would come off. Eventually the chloroform quieted him somowhat, aud I gave him more. When ho was still, I stabbed him tc the heart to prevent further difficulty, and removed his skin. He measured twenty-two feet and six inches. Army of lEatl Attack* a Man. An army of sewer rats, fierce and desperate, attacked Frank Morgan, a lodger in the South Chicago Avenue Police Station, on a recent night, and lacerated him terribly before he oould bo rescued. Morgau applied at the station early in tho evening for a cell to sleep in, saying he was ont of employment and bad no money, aud bo was placed in tbe lodgers' part of tbe basement. Some time after, while Morgan was dozing in the gloom of the basement, he felt something bite him on the hand. Startled, he stretched out his band nnd caught a rat. Tho animal squealed, and, as if that were a signal for a combined attack, a horde of enormous rats swept upon him, biting him iu tbe arms and legs, and sinking their sharp teeth into his scalp. Morgan screamed with terror and pain. His cries were heard by tho policemen above and several rushed downstairs. They found Morgau half uuconsoions, and with the big gray l-odeuts clinging to all parts of his body. Nearly a dozen of them were killed by the policemen. One of onormous size had sunk his teetn into Morgan's scalp so tightly that it had to be killed before it could be tors loose. A Senoatiuiial Fgcapo. Speaking of tho burning some years ago of tho Richmond Hotel, Buffalo, the Commercial says; "One of the most sensational escapes was that of H. P. Whitaker, at that time one of the managers of the Richmond, now a well-known hotel proprietor in New York. Mr. Whitaker crept along a narrow ledge from his window on ono of the upper stories for a distance of forty feet or more, where he was able to reaoh safety. His perilous journey was witnessed by thousands, who sent up a mighty shout wheu it was Been that his escape was sure." IIH<I the Matter Settled. She was telling her dearest friend all about it. 'T told him positively I could not be his wife; hut he is the most per sistent man you ever saw." "Indeed?" "Oh, yes, indeed. He actually would not take 'no' for an answer; but I finally got the matter settled." "How did you do it?" "I said 'yes.' Will youbemy maid of honor?"— Chicago Post,
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