Freeland Tribune Established 1888. PUBLISHED EVERY MONDAY AND THURSDAY, BY TUB TRIBUNE PRINTING COMPANY, Limited Oiyice: Main Stheet Above Centbe. FREELAND, FA. SUBSCRIPTION KATES: One Year $1.50 Blx Months 75 four Months 50 i Two Months 25 j The (lute which the subscription is paid to j (s on the address label of each paper, the | change of which to a subsequent date be somes a receipt for remittance. Keep the figures in advance of the present date, lie port promptly to this ofllce whenever paper Is not received. Arrearages must be paid when subscription is discontinued. Make all mom j/ orders, checks, etc,,payabl. to the Tritium Printing Company, Limited. The ex-queen of the Hawaiian Is lands and the es-kiug of the Samoan Islauds might organize an aristocracy that would set the pace so far as gen nine royalty is concerned for the west ern hemisphere. If the purpose of the giver of the "America Cup" was to finally secure She best form of vessel for sailing in i coast waters that purpose seems to [ have lieeu fulfilled in the fact that both j the American and British vessels built ] for the coming contest are substan- j tially of the same type, with similar j appliances, and the coutest is likely j to he decided by a mere chance differ- j ence in the traveling of the vessels,or j in the happening of the wind. It is j worthy of note that both vessels are absolute departures from the charac teristics of tlio "America" and the competitors from whom sho won the j trophy originally. Probably some enterprising explor er will soon attempt to reach tho north pole in an ice-erttsher. We have a fine one operating at the Mackinac straits and doing duty as a railway ferryboat at the same time. It sails j easily through ice two and a half feet j thick, and has broken down ice walls j as high as fifteen feet. But this is , left far behind by a Russian boat in i the Baltic steaming easily through iec five feet thick. * Whereat her com- j mandiug ofiicer grows sanguine, aud, accepting Nausen's assertion that polar ice seldom attains twenty-five feet in thickness, concludes that au ice breaking steamer of 20,000 horse power would be strong enough to reach the pole. No doubt somebody ' will try it and spoil all the fun aud danger of north pole hunting. The idea that anyone who has ever been familiar with the delight of driving an intelligent an 1 spirited horse will surrender that pleasure for that of guiding a soulless machine can only have occurred to a man city j born aud bred, and thus deficient in half the knowledge and experience which makes for the happiness and health of the race, says the Brooklyn Eagle. Tho cheapening of horses, which will come from the general use of automobiles, will extend the possi bilities 4>t driving to many persons to whom horses have been hopeless lux uries heretofore. The bicycle lias already begun tbat process and many people in the country now own horses who could not have done so at the ex alted prices which prevailed ton years ago. The change is bound to go fur ther, and although it will injure the horse breeders it will still leave a mar ket for horses of blood and breeding. The demand which is left will be for horses of the best quality, and the good horse will come into more honor for the qualities which no machines can possess, and the poor horse will no longer be worth his keep when the automobile shall have been made cheap. So long as these mnchines eofct from SIOO to SOOOO each the horse need not fear their competition outside the busiest of city streets. A Payin Business. San Francisco Bulletin: There is no Singer In the world who can draw more than a $12,000 house. There Is no ora tor who can much raise tho $1 admis sion fee without exposing himself to the danger of speaking to empty benches. If taw-four most popular de baters selected by popular vote would advertise a discussion on any question of the day they would be fortunate if an audience could be gathered which would net each SI,OOO. Yet It is stated that there was sßo,uoo in the box office of the Coney Island Clubhouse on the night when Robert Fitzsimmons and James Jeffries met to see which could punch the other harder, and which could stand the most punishment. The best of any class of performers always represents a money value, but the best fighter carries off the. largest prize. noou Cum pun lor.A. The Kennebec Journal tells of a man Who has a fox and a hound that are toon companions. When both ani mals were in the pup stage they were placed together, and have now enjoyed a year of each other's society in peace and harmony. They sleep together and "lay with each other much after the manner of two frolicsome pups. |AN OLD FUR HUNTER'STALESS P? CCi Cl3ettlurcs of 3hn Monroe tsJifh the ISlctchfeet 3n2ians. £?-S A Flight on the Plains With Indians in Pursuit—Fall of the Two Chiefs Who Did Not Recognize a Double-Barrelled Rifle—Unpre- ? jXj meditated Suicide of a Crlzzly. PS fHE American Fnr Company, whose head quarters were in St. Louis, and whose trading posts or forts were scattered all over the West, wherever there was fur and Indians to get it, went _ out of business In 18011 after a prosperous cureer of More than forty years. Out in north ern Montann there are still living a few ofjtho old employes of the com pany—clerks, voyugeurs and hunters, all men of advanced age. Nearly all ofj them married Bluckfeet women, and are passing their remaining days upon the reservation of that tribe in peace and comfort, well cared for by their children and grandchildren. One of these old-timers, John Monroe, is now seventy-six years of age, and, in spite of the many hardships he has Bndured, apparently still in the prime of life. Every season he goes on long hunting and trapping excursions into the Bockies, in tlio region just south Df the Great Northern Bailway, tho be3t game Country we have left, and ho always manages to load his pack horses with furs and trophies before he returns. Last season he trapped a number of martens and beavers, and shot several moose, elk, grizzlies, bighorn and goats. John's father, Hugh Monroe, was born in Montreal in 1798, entered the service of the Hudson Bay Com pany in 1811, and the following year arrived at Mountain Fort, the com pany's post on the upper Saskatche wan, under the shadow of the Rock ies. In the fall of the ensuing year, 1815, he was sent by the company to travel with the Blackfeet and learn their language, and they moved south for the winter; he was undoubtedly the first white man to traverse the im mense extent of plain and mountain land lying between the Saskatchewan aud Missouri Rivers. Hugh soon married a Blackfoot woman, who was John's mother. In tho 'los they left tho north aud entered tho services of the American Fur Company, which they served faithfully for many years. Hugh Monroe w as ninety-three years of ago at the time of his death. To his friends John is ever ready to relate Stories of his adventures in early days. He will not talk much before strangers for fear they will re gard him us somewhat of a Munch ausen; and, indeed, some of his talcs would seem incredible to persons not versed in the early history of tho West. But those who know himknow that ho is absolutely truthful. In 1857 the company's agent at Fort Benton was notified by the factor at Fort Union to purchase a large num ber of horses for him. He wanted them to trade with tho Crees,.who had many robes aud furs, but who were short of ironies, the Blackfeet having nearly set them afoot by continued raids. This latter tribe aud the Crows had thousands and thousands of horses, but they valued them so highly that it was impossible to buy them for any reasonable figure. Tho agent therefore concluded to send somo men and goods to the Snake Indians, who were camping south of the Yellowstone. They, too, had largo herds of horses, and wore said to sell them very cheap. A Crow half breed, Louis Bisette, a white em ploye named Wiper, aud John Monroe were sent: with four pack horses loaded with trado goods. Both the pack and the horses they rode were the pick of the company's herd, largo, swift and powerful animals—a most fortunate choice, as will be seen. But I will tell the story in John's own word's: "We started, and Louis took the lead, for he had passed a great deal of time on tho Yellowstone with the Crows and knew the way; he also knew the trail from there to the country of tho Snakes. It was in June, and the woather was so warm that we rested during the hottest part of the day, continuing our journey far iuttr the night. You may bo sure we kept our eyes open, for in those days, and especially at that time of year, war parties from all tho dif ferent tribes in the country were abroad to steal from one another, to waylay and murder whom they could. We scanned the prairie, the hills and valleys, and the thickets wo were obliged to pass for signs of the enemy, but, übove all, we watched the herds of buffalo and antelope to warn us that man was abroad. So long as we could see them quietly feeding or ly ing down on the green plain ahead of us we felt that the trail was safe. A war party sneaking through the coun try would have started them running in all directions. Of course, we scared some of these herds ourselves, but wheuover we could we wont to ono side or the other, and left them to graze in poace. Bosides a double barrclod rifle I carried a bow and arrows, using tho lattor by preference to kill what game w needed. It made no noise, did not startle all the animals in tho country, and at short range, running buffalo, was a power ful weapon. In the time it took to reload a gun a good bowman could discharge half a dozen arrows. "In those days there was a plain Indian trail from the Missouri to the Yellowstone. Tho Blackfeet had made it, and the ,'passing back- and forth of the great camp, the dragging of thou sands of travois, of lodge poles, the sharp feet of their ponies had worn deep, narrow and parallel paths, as plain and sharp cut as a wagon road. Passing the point of the Snowy Moun tains we traversed tho scene of the great massacre of the Blackfeet by the Crows, which had taken place some years previous. It was the only time the Blackfeet were ever worsted by any of their native enemies, and after ward they were fully revenged. Tho Blackfeet were split up into two large camps, one hunting along the Yellow River, while the other went over ohto the Flat Willow Creek, which heads in the Snowy Mountains and empties into tho Musselshell. There they camped about, hunting and trapping until they had all the robes and furs they could handle. One morning word was passed to break camp for the return journey, aud in a little while the whole outfit was on the move, strung out along the trail for miles. Most of the hunters were far ahead or away to the right or left of the trail, hunting as usual, leaving the long ooluinn of women aud chil dren unprotected. So, when the Crows Suddenly appeared at the rear they met with little opposition, the few warriors, the old men aud boys being unable to check them, although they fought biavely and diod fight ing. "The struggling column of Black feet was perhaps four miles in length, but in a very few minutes those in the lead were apprised that something wa3 wrong, and a frantic stampede ensued. The Crows had little diffi culty, mounted as they were on their best horses, in overtaking the fleeing people, aud an nwful slaughter took place. Young and good-looking wom en, girls and boys were taken prison ers, but the rest were murdered as fast as the Crows could overtake them, the men aud hoys of each littlo group fighting desperately to the last. An old medicine man named Red Eagle, seeing that there was no chance for him to escape, calmly halted in the trail, called his seven wives with their children about him, and stabbed each ono in the heart, I the women bravely walking up to him [ and baring their breasts to the blow. Without a word, without a cry, they sank down and died about him, aud then, just as the enemy was upon him, ho placed the muzzle of his flintlock to hi 3 head, pulled the trigger, aud fell among his faithful wives. Incum bered by their prisoners aud tho rich plunder, the Crows ere long were obliged to give up the chase, so many of tho people escaped. The hunters | and warriors rejoined the fleeing col | umn too late to be of much service, j That night when tho count was made more than four hundred persons were missing, and a thousand or more horses, a large amount of furs, robes and other property had also fallen in to the hands of the enemy. As we rode aLong the trail where all this had taken place we saw many reminders of that awful day;here aud there were human skeletons, nearly every skull crushed in, and all along were broken travois, lodge poles by the thousands, bits of clothing, shrivelled robes and skins. "Ten days after leaving Fort Ben ton we came to tlie Yellowstone, which was bank full from the melting snow in the mountains. We built a raft and floated our goods over and then swam over with the horses. As near as I can recollect, it was where the town of Big Timber now stands. We left the river next morning and pushed on to the southwest, over a rolling and broken country. Late in the afternoon, as we neared a deep, narrow valley through which n small strenm made its way, I looked across it and beyond and felt sure I saw an Indian suddenly jump out of sight be hind a patch of brush. 1 didn't say anything until we started down the steep slope into the valley and had got out of sight of any one on the table land. Then I told my com panion, and as soon as we reaukodtho bottom of the hill we turned to the right and rode up the narrow plain as fast as we could go. We went up it for nearly two miles aud then had to climb out on the prairio again. In the meantime the ludiau I had seen had probably run off and informed his party, who must have been camped Close by, that we had ridden down in to the creek bottom and were prob ably making camp. Anyhow, just as we rode back onto the prairie we saw a large band of mounted Indians, sev eral hundred of thorn, riding rapidly toward the spot where we bad entered the little valley. They saw us as soon as we tode up in sight, and, changing their course, came after us with all speed. "We flew. As Wiper had the best horse, he took the lead, and Louis and I pounded the pack animals after him. They were all big, Bwift aud power ful, and didn't need much urging. Wo had a good start of tho Indians, but ' they had some fast horses, too, and little by little, a number of them bo gan to lessen the distance between us. Then, as mile after mile was passed, they dropped out of the ohaso one by one, until finally not more than a dozen kept on - Of these there were two who forged steadily ahead of the rest and soon drew within range of TIB. Nearer and nearer they oame, until the foremost was not lifty feet away, shouting and encouraging each other in a language that was strange; perhaps it was Cheyenne. We now saw that they each carried a long lance, but no bow nor gun, and Louis told me to shoot them if I could; that he would take care of the pack horses. "I turned in my saddle and pointed my gun, but before I could pull the trigger both of the Indians slipped over onto the side of their animals, so I had no mark but a leg gripping a horse's back and an arm thrown over its neck; I couldn't stay twisted in my saddle long with my gun extended, aud as soon as I would straighten around they would sit up again and urge on their horses, and they kept getting closey. If it had been just a question of the two we would have stopped and finished them in short order, but we dare not attempt it, for their companions | who had stayed in the race were still coming and only a few hundred yards distant| we couldn't fight them all. The two were (jetting very close now, almost near enough for a lance thrust, and, trusting to luck I suddenly turned and fired at the nearest one without raising the gun to my shoulder or tak ing aim, just as if I was firing at a buffalo at closo range. Down he fell to the ground, and the other one, with a yell, made his horse give one or two great leaps and prepared to lance me. 1 guess he didn't notice that my rifle was double barrelled, for he made no effort to dodge when I pointed it at him, and ho grinned as he raised his lance. I'll never forget the expres sion of surprise and pain which flashed across his face when I pulled the other trigger and the ball smashed through his ribs. He dropped the lance, grabbed at the hole in his side and then rolled backward off his horse. "Those two must have boen pretty big chiefs, for when the rest came up to them they stopped and set up a terrible howling. Wo never stopped, though, for we felt suro that the whole tribe would hunt the country for us. We had been swinging around toward the Yellowstone all the time, but when the Indians gave up the chase we dropped into a trot aud about dusk struck the river where we had left it in the morning, never resting until wo had got the packs and horses across to the other side. We had concluded that so far as we wero concerned the company would get along without any Snake horses. "Before we got back to the rort a little incident happened to mo which may interest you to hear. We got up early one morning and started on without having breakfast, for we had eaten all our meat the previous evening. When the sun rose the wind began to blow from the west, as it often does in the foothills, so Btrong that our horses could barely make any headway. Wo struggled on and on, getting very hungry as the hours passed, but expecting every minute to sight a baud of buffalo and kill one. I guess the wind blew them all out of the country, for they seemed to have disappeared. Finally about noon we sighted an animal just going over a ridge. We only got a glimpse of it, and thought it was a buffalo bull. Wiper told mo to ride over there and kill him. I hnuded Louis my ritle, intending to use my bow and arrows, and rode off thinking we would soon have some ribs roasting over a fire. When I got to the top of the ridge there was no bull in sight, so I rode on over another little rise or two and suddenly found that what we had taken for a bull was an enormous grizzly bear. He was as big as a two year-old steer, and was busily digging in a marshy, muddy place, full of hummocks and small clumps of brush. "Bear meat wasn't so good as buf falo meat, yet it would do for hungry mou; but I had only my bows and ar rows, which wasn't exactly the weapon to shoot a grizzly with. I turned back to get my rifle, and then, think ing Jtliat Wiper and Louis would laugh at me, I concluded to tackle the bear anyhow. When I was a young man X did many foolish things for fear of being laughed at and called a coward. The wind was blowing as hard as ever, so I made a little de tour and approached the bear across it. He was still busily digging, and I rode up within thirty leet of him and let drive an arrow. Instead of piercing his ribs it wont foul and hit him a stinging blow on the flank, just as if he had been struck with a good whip. Ho gave a savage roar and started for me at onoe, and I dug my heels into the horse and lit out. The ground was soft, and my horse didn't go very fast—he hadn't scented the bear yet and probably thought it was buffalo—and the first thiug I knew the grizzly had him by the tail. The horse couldn't pull away from him, but ho kept swinging around, and I kept thumping him with my heels and pricking him with an arrow, until ho made a half circle and got the scent of the bear, and then he began to squeal and kick for all he was worth, and I had all I could do to sit in the saddle. The bear hung on like grim death, and finally the tail parted, bone, hair and all, the horse lurched for ward, recovered, aud ran as fast as he could across the marsh, the bear after us, still carrying the part of the tail he had bitten off. I fitted another arrow to the bow and let it drive just as he arose for a leap. I saw it pierce his brisket, entering only an inch or two, and then the beast fell, as beasts generally do when they are wounded, ever so lightly. The but of the arrow struok a stone or some hard substance and was pushed clear in through the heart. The old fellow tried to rise three or four times, but couldn't make it, and then fell over on his side quite dead. When Louis and Wiper came up they both said it was the biggest bear they ever saw." Germany has about 250,000 phy sicians and surgaons. GOOD STOPJES OP DOiNJNER HOW A POOR PRINTED ROSE TO BE A MILLIONAIRE PUBLISHER. Oilil "Events In tlie Curper of tlin Foamier of file Ledger—One of the Fastest Type setters In the World—Skill as a Horse slioer— Spent Millions For Trotters. There are more forms of High Art than appear on canvas, in marble or on a graven page. The late Kobert Bonner, for instance, was a master of many. To be sure, he uould not paint a picture nor could he carve a marble faun. But he could shoe a horse, and as an advertiser he had no equal. Besides this, he could set type with machine-like rapidity and precision and decision, and could tell a paying story at a glance. Also, he never owed a cent longer than it took to pay it. All of which is more or less Art. In 1814 Mr. Bonner came to New York. He brought with him S7O to a cent. He put it in a bank, and ODe day the cashier wrote down in red ink in his bank book "$3." "I was my interest," said Mr. Bon ner. "I had to ask him what it meant. He told me, and I was over whelmed with astonishment. I told him I hadn't made the money. 'No, but your money did,' he answered. "That settled it. I learned that day that money makes money, and that to be rich you must save. So I have saved." Mr. Bonner's greatest pride was that he never borrowed or owed. The only thing he ever borrowed was a maxim from Emerson—"O discon tented man] Whatever you want, pay the price aud take it!" He did. Whenever he wanted anything he paid for it. The price sometimes came high. But Mr. Bouner got it all the same. One day he suggested to a friend that Edward Everett ought to write for the Ledger. The friend smiled. "You couldn't get Everett to write at any price," said the friend. "You wait aud see," said Mr. Bon ner. Mr. Everett was lecturing at that time on Washington,using the proceeds toward a fund for the purchase of Mount Vernon. Mr. Bonner wrote to Mr. Everett that he would subscribe SIO,OOO to the fund if Mr. Everett would write once a week for the Led ger. The famous Bostonian accepted. "There," said Mr. Bonner. "What did I tell you? It came high, but I got it." The only time in his life that Bon ner ever made n bet was when he was a typesetter on the old Hartford Courant. A "jour" of the name of John Hand came down the line with the advance reputation of being the swiftest compositor on earth. "Maybe," said the Courant men; "but you haveu't tried Bouner yet." "Huh!" said the "jour;" "I'll try him for $lO a side." "I never bet," said Mr. Bonner. "You better not," laughed the chal lenger. Mr. Bonner changed his mind. He put up $lO, got down to work, and be sides consuming two pieces of custard pie set 117,500 cms of solid minion type in twenty hours and twenty-eight min utes. The feat has never been equaled. Although Mr. Bonner spent in his lifetime about $650,000 for trotting horses ho never raced one or allowed one to be raced for money. His first horse was bought in July, 1856. At that time there had been just nineteen horses in the world, dead aud alive, that bad trotted a mile in 2.30. To day there are 15,000 on the list. To Mr. Bonuor is due much of this. This was effectually displayed some time ago at a sale of l'alo Alto trot ters. Mr. Bonner looked them over and picked out Ansel Chief as the best of the lot. But every other high horseman in America had discarded the animal as unsound. The day the colt caiuc to New Tork he was lume, but that made no difference to Mr. Bonner. He sent his brother to buy Ansel Chief, and set a limit of SISOO. In virtue of his lameness, Ansel Chief was knocked down at SSOO. Mr. Bouner grinned with delight. He took the colt to Tarrytown and pared down its toes. In a few days it was as sound as a dollar, moving squarely and fast, and at the age of four went the mile in 2.155. "You see," explained Mr. Bonner, "the toe of its hoof was so long that it stretched the suspensory ligament. I just had it pared down aud relieved the strain. It cost about two cents' labor and saved mo a thousand dol lars. One rule that was always inviolate in the Ledger officer was that nothing even remotely suggestive should ap pear. "Yon shall not print in this paper," said Mr. Bonner, "even a single word that my mother could not read aloud without shame to her infauts." "There is nothing on earth," said Mr. Bonner again and still once more, "like advertising. If you have any thing to sell advertise it." One of Mr. Bonner's early ideas wus to buy up the entire advertising space in a New York newspaper. His display consisted in repeating over and over with bewildering iteration the fact that the Ledger was about to publish a story by So-and-So. On the morning the advertisement ap peared—eight pages in all—Mr. Bon ner's physician hastened to his house. "Is anything the matter with Mr. Bonner?" he asked hurriedly. "I don't think so," said Mr. Bonner, answering in person. "Then tell me," demanded the physician, "what iu the fuoe of nature all this means? Have you gone out of your mind over night?" Mr. Bonuer laughed delightedly. "There," ho "I knew that advertisement would hit. I ven ture to say that every person that has read that paper this morning is mak ing the same query. It's grand!" The advertisement cost thousands of dollars, but it paid. "It's too bad," said a friend to bim one morniug, "that Charles Dickens wont write for American publica tions." "He wont, eh?" cried Mr. Bonner. "Just wait till I try." He rushed down to his office, wrote to Dickens askiug for a story and with the letter sent a draft for SSOOO. Dickens was carried oft' his feet. He accepted and at the same time asked whether this was the way American publishers did business. "It's the way this one does," an swered Mr. Bonner. A while after ward Mr. Bonner captured Tenuyson by the same plan. Mr. Bonner, with all the tens of thousands of stories he published, never read fiction. The only stories he ever finished were Dickens's "Hunted Down" and Sylvanus Cobb, Jr.'s, "The Ciuumaker of Moscow." It was his custom to road merely the opening chapter, and if ho found it satisfactory to have the story read through by his readers. SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL. Professor S. H. Short declares that the first commercially operated elec tric railroad in the Uuited States was built iu Denver, Col., in 1885, and that it was an underground trolley system. He says that ho knows this because he built the line. Lightning is said by scientific men to be visible one hundred and fifty miles. A French astronomer declares, however, that it is impossible for thunder to be heard more than ten miles. An English savant has counted a huudred and thirty seeonds between a (lash of lightning and the report. If this he true, thunder is audible a dis tance of twenty-seven miles. If the thuuder, succeeding a flash of light ning caunot be heard, it is impossible to estimate tho distance awuy of the flash. If an allowance of one mile is made for every five seconds after the flash the distance of the electrical dis charge is quickly known. The best way to prevent fog is the consumption of smoke and the re moval of dust. Hot bodies repel dust by molecular bombardment; cold bodies attract it. For this reason furniture iu a room with an open fire is less dusty than when the heating is done by a furnace. A discharge of electricity also dispels dust. A thun derstorm clears the air, uot only by the fall of heavy drops of rain, hut by the electrical disturbance. The part icles of dust are thrown down,and the ' germs falling into milk and other foods produce fermentation. It is for this reason that when there is thunder iu the air, it is bad keeping weather. M. Charles Janet, of Beauvais, France, has proved by experiment that little India-rubber balloons are i capable of supporting in the water j persons who cannot swim, and that j they aro very effective in quickly j bringing to the surface a swimmer j who has been submerged by n wave j or eddy. He proposes their adoption as life-preservers. Four little hal- I loons, rolled up with a yard of small cord, and uot too bulky to be carried ! in a lady's purse, constitute his nppa- I ratus. Iu case of need, the balloons are to he inflated to about half their I full capacity, as in that condition they ] offer the greatest resistance to the ac- I tiou of the waves. M. de Garlache, the loader of a Bel- j giau exploring expedition which has j just returned to Montevideo, Urn- I guay, sums up as follows tho rosults j of his journey to the Antarctic re- I gions; "Discovery of a channel, which was named the Belgian chan nel; discovery of an archipelago, for merly believed to be an isolated island;rectification of numerous errors in the British admiralty maps con cerning Fireland and Shetland j Islands; the water temperature per- I mits the supposition that there is a j continent far to the South; important j discoveriesrefering to floraand fauna; j discovery of unknown lands, espec- j ially Davidland. The utilization of powdered coal in I the production of steam is being more ! and more considered, in its advan- I tages, by engineers. The method | now being resorted to is that of feed- j ing into a hopper iu front of the fur- ' uace coal ground to pass through a six- ! ty-mesh screen, at the bottom of this I hopper being a grating which can' he I agitated say 150 times a minute. The powdered coal drops, of course, through the grate into tho bend of an air supply pipe which enters the fur nace at the top of the furnace door, as it falls an induced draught carrying it into the furnace, which is lined with firebrick at a length of ten feet, and having two firebrick bridges. Iu this arrangement there is no grate and no lire doors, eombusion being observed through two small apertures. What is known as tho Wegener system has been experimented with considerably, the most important results showing that the dry, powdered coal evapor ated, from and at 212 degrees, 9.12 pounds of water per pound of dry eoal as compared with 0.48 pounds solid coal fed by hand stoking. It is fig ured that grinding costs about ten per cent, of the first value. Supplying the Inspiration. Caller—"Why do you play tho piano constantly when your husbaud is busy at his literary work; doesn't it auuoy him?" Hostess—"On tho contrary, he in sists upon my doing it. You see he is engaged in writing a tragedy and he wants something to make him savage."—Chicago News. There are 345,000 native Protestant Christians and 30,000 native Romau Catliolioe in Dutoh East India. THE MERRY SIDE OF LITE. STORIES THAT ARE TOLD BY THE FUNNY MEN OF THE PRESS. The Groatcut Inventor of All—For Com# prelienslve ltefornt—They Are Stran ger* Forever—A Tragedy In Plaitli— A LUVKO Distinction, Etc., Etc. The jmnctureless tire and the automobile Are inventions we welcome with joy; liut the best of the laurels we're saving for ! him Who invents us the noiseless small boy# Washington Post. For CoinpreheiiMive Reform. "You're for shorter hours, aren't you, Billy?" "Yes; I want hours shorter and fewer, too."—Chicago Record. Tliey Are Stranger** Forever. First Tramp—"Nobody can say that you have a submarine face." Second Tramp "What do yon mean?" First Tramp—"lt's never under water." A Tragedy in Plaids. "Miss Jigger and I have fallen out for good." "What was the trouble?" "Sho wanted me to wear a waist coat to match her parasol."—Chicago Record. Making Good Use of the Opportunity. "That amateur palm reader told mo : I would make a good housekeeper." j "Well, what did you say?" { "I told him it was rather sudden, but he might speak to papa."—Detroit Free Press. A Natural Question. Little Clareuce—"The funny-bone is in the elbow, isn't it, Pa?" ) Mr. Callipers—"Yes, my son." j Little Clarcuce—"Well, Pa, is that what makes people laugh iii their sleeves?"— Puck. A Large Distinction. Mr. Newlywed—"You want my reason for getting homo so late last night?" | Mrs. Newlywed—"Oh, no! that would be expecting too much—l want your excuse."—Puck. The Time She Was Agreeable, "Miss Cutting," began young Soft leigh, "I—aw—would weally like to know one thing " "Yes, it's a shame," interrupted Miss Cutting, "you really ought to kuow one very much."—Chicago News. Scenting Danger. The Bauk President—"Are you aware the cashier has taken a half in terest in a yacht?" The Confidential Adviser "No. Perhaps we had better see he does not become a full-fledged skipper Indianapolis Journal. Faithful to His Trust. "I hates ter break up the game, fel lers, but I peromised de teacher I'd bring two uew scholars to Sunday school to-day."—Harper's Bazar. An Uiigallant Question. "Oh, Mr. Ricketts!" said Mrs. Proons to her star boarder, "the ladies and gentlemen of the bouse have decided to have a picnic this af ternoon. If you care to go I'm sure we'd all be glad to have you." "I don't know about going with the party,"replied ungallautMr. Ricketts; "but what time does tho relief expedi tion start?" —Judge. Cook ami Policeman. "Why don't you get dinner?" ho asked. "You didn't marry a cook," she re plied, simply. Time passes. It is now the dead of night, and muffled footfalls are heard. "Why don't you go and drive tho burglars away?" she exclaimed. "You didn't marry a policeman," ho eaid.—Puck. A Sutlileii Relapse. "He's a mean man," was the earnest comment; "a mighty menu man." "What has ocourred?" "I was explaining to bim my sno cess in demonstrating the power of mind over matter. I was telling him how I had brought my will and my in tellect to boar upon a corn, and how I bad subjugated the delusion called pain, when he deliberately stepped on my foot I"—Washingtou Star. He W,.s Th^re. She sighed, as girls will sometimes, and then said: "There are moments when I feci as if I would hesitate even if the best man in the world asked mo to marry him." "Olivia," he cried, "yon must be a mind render. I was just thinking of asking yon to be mine." Four seconds later she reluotantly promised that she would name aa early day.—Chicago News. A Smart l-llevator Boy-. The pert elevator boy in the big hotel was airing his views to a passed ger on the proper conduct of chil dren. "What do you know about it?" laughed tho passenger. "You're not married, are you?" "Well, no," replied the boy as ha flung open the gate ou the top floor for his passenger to step out; "but I've brought up a good many families in my time."—Brooklyn Eagle.
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