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In the near future, and so safely as to
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The kymograph is a mechanical do
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Siberia has recently furnished a new
game-bird for the epicures of Europe.
It is called the Siberian partridge, and
Is found in the mountains south of
Omsk, in Southern Siberia, but its orig
inal home is said to be Manchuria.
Its principal food consists of wild nuts,
which give an exquisite flavor to its
flesh. These birds, which have be
gun to appear by thousands in the
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Through the insertion of inductance
coils into the electrical circuit, Profes
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greatly increased the efficiency of long
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rent as it is able to transmit without
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nary telegraphic signals can be trans
mitted by cable. The principle is like
wise applicable for extending the
range of telephonic commuuicutious
over aerial wires.
Roll a Pumpkin.
The Itev. John Hayues was famous
for his pithy sayings. At oue time he
overheard his daughter and some
young friends criticising certain neigh
bors more severely than was pleasing
to him, whereupon he proceeded to
read them a lecture on the sinfulness
of scandal.
"But, father," remonstrated his
daughter, "we must say something."
"Jf you can do uothiug better," re
torted Mr. Hayues, dryly, "get a
pumpkin and roll it about. That will
be at least an Innocent diversion."
Not long afterward a conference of
ministers met at his house. During
the evening an earnest discussion on
certain points of doctrine arose, and
from the lofty pitch of some of the
voices it seemed as if part of the dis
putants, at least, were in danger of
losing their temper.
At that juncture Mr. Ilaynes'sdaugh
ter quietly entered the room, hearing a
huge pumpkin. She put it down in
front of her father, and said, "There,
father, roll it about; roll it about."
Mr. Hayncs was called upon for an
explanation, and good humor was re-
Stored.
Remains of Tudor Palace in London.
Enfield postofficc, which is shortly to
be removed to a new site, at present oc
cupies a building which possesses some
rcmarkab'e traditions. It was Queen
Elizabeth's palace. A portion of the
center and south wing of the Tudor
structure still remains, and within there
are richly ornamented ceilings, oak
pancled walls, and a massive chimney-
standing on lonic and Corinthian
columns; and here are seen the letters
"K. R.," vrith the arms of Engiand and
France quartered, the rose and portcul
lis. the lion and the gryphon and the
motto. "Sola saltts servire Deo, sunt
altera*.- fraudes." At the back of a gi
gantic cedar, which is regarded as the
first of these trees ever grown in Eng
land, as unquestionably it is the largest.
T he story runs it was reared from a
seed brought over from Mount Libanus
—London Telceraph.
In certain plans in \'-w Jersey eels
are a drug in the market. At Mttlica
I fill recent'y thev clogged up the water
wheel, stopped the running of the dyn
amo and uliut off the electric light. I
5 No. 2034.
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A BY KENNETH HERFORD.
The line of dingy-coated men
fit retched along the broad granite walk
and like a great gray serpent wound
in and out among the wagon-sliops and
planing-mills that filled-the prison yard.
Down beyond the foundry the begin
ning of the line, the head of the ser
pent, was lost at the stairway leading
to the second floor of a long, narrow
building in which whisk-brooms were
manufactured.
An hour before, on the sounding of
a brass gong at the front, that same
line had wound round the same corners
into the building whence now it
crawled. There, the men had seated
themselves on four-legged stools be
fore benches that stretched across the
room in rows. Before each man was
set a tin plate of boiled meat, a heavy
cup of black coffee, a knife, a fork,
and a thick bowl of steaming, odorous
soup.
During tin* meal other men. dressed
like the hundreds who were sitting, in
suits of dull gray, with little round
crowned, peaked-vizored caps to match,
moved in and out between the rows,
distributing chunks of fresh white
bread from heavy baskets. Now and
then one of the men would shake his
head and the? waiter would pass by but
usually a dozen hands were thrust into
a basket at once to clutch the regula
tion "bit" of half a pound. The men
ate ravenously, as if famished.
And now, their dinner over, they
were marching back to the shops and
mills of the prison, where days and
weeks were spent at labor. Those em
ployed in the wagon-works dropped out
of the line when they came opposite
the entrance to th ir building. Those
behind pushed forward as their prison
mates disappeared, and never for more
than ten seconds was there a gap in the
long, gray line.
A dozen men in blue inlforms
marched beside the line on its way
from the mess-hall, six on each side,
at two yards' distance. Tludr caps bore
"Guard" in gold letters, and each
carried a short, heavy, crooked cane of
polished white hickory.
On entering the workroom of the sec
ond floor, the men assembled before a
railed platform, upon which a red
faced, coatless man stood behind a
desk. In cold, metallic tones he called
the numbers of the convicts employed
"on the whisk-broom contract," and
the latter, each in turn, replied "Here!"
when their numbers were spoken.
"Twenty-thirty-four!" called the red
faced man.
There was no response.
"Twenty-tliirty-four." The red-faced
man leaned over the desk and glared
down. Then a voice from somewhere
on the left answered, "Here!"
"What was the matter with you the
first time?" snapped the foreman.
The man thus questioned removed
his cap and took three steps toward
the platform. In feature the word
"hard" would describe him. Ilis head
was long, wide at the forehead, and
yet narrow between the temples. His
eyes were small and close together.
His nose was flat, ami his mouth hardly
more than a straight cut in the lower
part <A* his face. The lower jaw was
square and heavy, and the cars pro
truded abnormally. A trifle above me
dium height, with a pair of drooping,
twitching shoulders, the man looked
criminal.
To the question he replied doggedly,
"I answered the first time, sir, but I
guess you didn't hear me."
The foreman gazed steadily at the
man. Their eyes met. The foreman's
did not waver, hut "2034" lowered his,
and fumbled nervously at his cap.
"All right," said the foreman, quietly,
"but I guess you'd better report to the
warden as soon as you get through in
here, Don't wait for any piece-work.
Go to him as soon as you have finished
you? task. I'll tell him you're coming.
llo'll be waiting for you in the front
office."
"Yes, sir." The convict did not raise
his eyes. He stepped back into liue.
Then, at a clap of the foreman's
hands, the men broke ranks, and each
walked away to his own bench or ma
chine. Five minutes later, the swish
of the corn-wisps as they were separ
ated and tied into rough brooms, and
the occasional tap of a hammer, were
the only sounds in that long room
where Go men toiled.
Now and then one of t lie men would
go to the platform where the foreman
sat bent over half a dozen little books,
iu which it was his duty to record the
number of "tasks" completed by each
of tho workmen "on his contract"—a
"task," in the prison vernacular, being
the amount of work each man is com
pelled to accomplish within a given
space of time. On the approach of a
workman, the foreman would look up,
and a few whispered words would
pass between the two. Then the
broom-maker would dart into the
stock-room, adjoining the factory,
where, upon receiving a written requi
sition from the shop foreman, the of
ficial in charge would give him the
material which he needed in his work
—a ball of twine, or a strip of plush
with which the handles of the brooms
wore decorated.
A 4 ten minutes past three o'clock,
2034 crossed to the platform.
"What do you want?" asked the fore
man. as he eyed keenly the man in the
dull-gray suit.
"A paper of small tacks," was tho
reply, quietly spoken. The order was
written, aud as 2034 moved away to
ward the door leading to the stock
room, the man on the platform watched
him closely from between half-closed
lids.
A guard who had come round from
behind the broom-bins noticed the way
in which the foreman followed every
movement of the convict, and stepping
over to the platform asked, in an un
dertone, "Anything wrong, Bill?"
"That's what I don't know, George,"
the foreman replied. "That man
Riley's been acting queer of late. I've
got an idea there's something up his
sleeve. There's not a harder nut on
tile contract than that fellow, and by
the way he's been carrying on, suilen
like and all that, I'm fearing some
thing's going to happen. You remem
ber him, don't you? What, 110? Why,
he's that Riley from Acorn. lie came
in two years ago on a burglary job in
Clive, where he shot a drug clerk that
offered objections to his carrying oil
all there was in the shop. They made
it manslaughter, and he's in for 15
years. And I'm told there's another
warrant ready for him when lie gets
out, for a job done four years ago in
Kentucky. lie's a bad one. A fellow
like that is 110 good round this shop."
The guard smiled cynically at the
foreman's suggestion that a convict
may be too bad even for prison sur
roundings.
It was quarter to four by the fore
man's watch when the door at the
head of the stairway opened and the
warden entered, accompanied by two
friends whom he was showing through
the "plant," as he always persisted in
calling the prison. The warden was a
stout, jovial man, who looked more
like a bishop than a "second father" to
800 criminals. The foreman did not
observe his entrance into the room,
and only looked up when he heard his
voice.
"This is where the whisk-brooms are
made." the warden was explaining to
his friends. "On the floor below which
we just left, you will remember wesaw
the boys turning out broom-handles.
Well here, the brooms are fastened to
those little wooden h.indles. Some of
the work, you see, is done by machine.
The brooms are tied and sewn, though,
by hand, over at those benches. In the
room beyond, through that door, we
keep the stuff handy that is called for
from time to time, and in a farther
room is stored the material used in the
manufacture of the brooms, the tin
tips, the twine, the tacks, and about ten
tons of broom-straw."
As the warden ceased speaking, the
foreman leaned across the desk and
tapped him oil the shoulder. "Hlley's
coming in to see you this afternoon,
lie's been acting queer—don't answer
the call, and the like. I thought may
be you could call him down."
The warden only nodded, and contin
ued his explanations to the visitors of
the work done in the shop.
"Now," he said, moving away to
ward the door leading into the stock
room, "if you will come over here I'll
show you our storerooms. You see we
ha ve to keep a lot of material oil hand.
Beyond this second room the stuff is
stored up, and is taken into the stock
room as it is wanted. Between tiie
rooms we have arranged these big slid
ing iron doors that, in case of lire,
could be dropped, and thus, for a few
minutes at least, cut the flames off
from any room but that in which they
originated. See?"
lie pulled a lever at the side of the
door, and a heavy iron sliding sheet
dropped slowly and easily to the lioor.
"You see," he went on, "that completes
the wall."
The visitors nodded. "Now come on
through here and loolt at the straw and
velvet we have stored away in bales."
The visitors followed the warden
through the second room, and Into the
third. There arranged regularly on the
lloor, were huge bales of broom-straw,
and against the walls of tin* room, boxes
upon boxes of velvets, tacks, ornament
al bits of metal, and all the other separ
ate parts of the commercial whisk
broom.
The visitors examined the tacks and
the tins and felt the bales of straw,
"Very interesting," observed one of
them, as he drew his cigar-case from his
pocket, and biting the tip from one of
the cigars it contained, struck a little
wax match on the sole of his shoe. lie
held the match in his hand until it had
burned down, then threw it on the
lloor, and followed the warden and the
other visitor under the heavy iron
screen into the workroom of the fac
tory.
The foreman was busy at his books
and did not observe tlie little party as
it passed through tlie shop on tlie other
side of tlie broom-bins and out the big
door.
Two minutes Inter. 2034 happened to
look out through the window across
ids hench, and he saw the warden with
ids friends crossing the prison yard to
the foundry. A guard just then saun
tered into the room and stopped at the
first of the bins. lie idly picked up
one of the finished brooms and exam
ined it. His attention a moment later
was distracted by some one pulling at
ids coat from behind. He turned.
"Why, Tommy, my boy what is it?"
The two soft brown eyes of a little
boy were turned up to him. "I'm look
ing for papa," replied the little fellow.
"The foreman downstairs said he
corned up here. Uncle (leorge is back
in the house, and mamma sent me out
to find papa."
The guard patted the little fellow's
head. "And we will find him, Tommy,"
he said. He went over to the foreman's
desk. "Bill, did the warden come up
here? Tommy is looking for him; his
mother sent him out."
The foreman raised his eyes from
his books. "Yes," he replied, "he went
in there, with n couple of gentlemen."
The guard looked at the little boy.
"He's in the stock-room," he said.
"You'll find him in there, Tommy."
Then he turned and walked out of
the shop. The child ran on into the
room beyond, liis father was not
there. The stock-keeper did not ob
serve the little boy as he tiptoed, in a
childish way past the desk. Tommy
passed on into the farther room. He
knew he would find his father in there,
and he would crawl along between the
tiers of straw bales and take him by
surprise.
He had hardly passed the door when
the stock-keeper, raised his head from
the lists of material he was preparing,
held his face up and sniffed the air.
Quietly he rose from his revolving
chair and went to the door of the
straw-room. lib merely peered inside.
Turning suddenly, he pressed upon the
lever near the door and the iron screen
slid down into place, cutting off the
farther room. TIIOII snatching a few
books that lay 9a his desk, he slipped
out into the shop, and at that door re
leased the second screen. As it fell in
to place witli a slight crunching noise,
the foreman turned in his chair. The
eyes of the two men met. The stock
keeper raised his hand and touched
his lips and with the first fiuger. He
crossed rapidly to the desk.
"Get the men out! Get the men out!"
he gasped. "The store-room in there is
on fire!"
The foreman rapped on the table
twice. Every man working in that
room turned and faced the desk.
"Work is over for today," said the
foreman. His manner was ominously
calm, and the men looked at one another
wouderiugly.
"Fall in!"
At the order, the dingy gray suits
formed the same old serpent, and the
line moved rapidly through the door
at the end of the room and down the
outside stairs.
There, in front of the building, they
were halted, and a guard was de
spatched to find the warden. He was
discovered in the foundry. "Fire
in the broom-shop!" whispered the
guard.
The warden's face paled. He dashed
through the doorway ,and one minute
later came round the corner of the
building, just in time to see the first
signs of flame against the windows of
the rear room up-stulrs.
Within five seconds, a troop of 15
guards had drawn the little hand-en
gine from its house and hitched the
hose to the hydrant nearest the shop.
From all the other buildings the men
were being marched to their cells.
"These men!" hurriedly whispered
the foreman to the warden. "What
shall 1 do with them?"
"Get 'em inside as soon as you can!
This won't last long, the front of the
building is cut off. It'll all be over iu
ten minutes."
Tlie foreman gave an order. At that
iuatant a woman came running down
the prison yard. Reaching the ward
en's side, she fell against him heavily.
"Why, Harriet," he exclaimed, "what
is the matter?"
"Oh," she gasped, "Tommy! Tbmmy!
Where is Tommy?"
A guard at tlie end of the engine-rail
turned ashy white. He raised a hand
to his head, and with the other grasped
the wheel to keep from falling. Then
he cried, "Mr. Jeffries, I—l believe
Tommy is up there in the stock-room,
lie went to look—"
The warden clutched the man's arm.
"Up there? Up there? lie cried.
The sudden approach of tlie woman
and tlie words that followed had
wrought so much confusion.that the
men paid no attention to the foreman's
command, and ho had even failed to
observe their lack of attention, in the
excitement of that moment.
"Great God!" cried the warden.
"What can I do—what can I do? No
one can live up there!"
There was a crash. One of tlie win
dows fell out. "Get a ladder!" some
one cried. A guard ran back toward
tlie prison-house. Then, in the midst
of the hubbub, a man in a dingy gray
suit stepped out a yard from tlie line
of convicts. Ills prison number was
2034. lie touched liis little square cap.
"If you'll give me permission, I think
I can got up there," was all he said.
"You! you!" exclaimed the warden.
"No, no, 1 will toll 110 man to do it!"
There was a second crash. Another
window had fallen out, aud now the
tongues of flame were lapping the
outer walls above.
The convict made no reply. With a
bound he was at the end of the line
and dashing up the outer stairway.
The warden's wife was on her knees,
clinging to the hand of her husband.
111 liis eyes was a dead, cold look. A
few of the men Hit their lips, and a
faint shadow of a smile played about
tlie mouths of others. They all waited.
A convict had broken a regulation
had run from tlie line! He would be
punished! Even as he had clambered
up the stairs a guard had cried, "Shall
I shoot?"
The silence was broken by a shriek
from the woman kneeling at the ward
en's feet. "Look!" she cried, and
pointed toward the last of the up-stairs
windows.
There, surrounded by n halo of
smoke, and hemmed in on all sides by
flames, stood a man in n dingy gray
suit. One sleeve was on fire, but he
beat out the flumes wJth his left hand.
Those below heard him cry, "I've got
him!" Then the figure disappeared.
Instantly it returned, bearing some
thing in its arms. It was the limp
form of a child.
All saw the man wrap smoking
straw round the little body and tie
round that two strands of heavy twine.
Then that precious burden was low
ered out of the window. The father
ltushed forward and held up his arms
to receive it.
Another foot—he hugged the limp
body of his boy to his breast! On the
ground a little way back lay a woman,
as if dead.
"Here's the ladder!" cried the fore
man, and at that moment the eyes that
were still turned upon the window,
where stood a man in a dingy gray
suit, witnessed a spectacle that will
reappear before them agaiu and again
in visions of the night.
The coat the man wore was ablaze.
Flames shot out 011 either side of him
and above him. Just as the ladder was
placed against the wall, a crackling
was heard—not the crackling of fire.
Then, like a thunderbolt a crash oc
cured that caused even the men in
their cells to start. The roof caved in!
In the prison yard that lino of con
victs saw 2034 reel and fall backward,
and heard as he fell, his last cry, "I'm
a-comin', warden!"
He was a convicted criminal, and
died in prison-gray. But it would seem
not wonderful to the warden if, when
that man's soul took flight, the Re
cording Angel did write his name in
the eternal Book of Record, with the
strange cabalistic sign, a ring around
a cross —that stands for "good behav
iors'—Youth's Companion.
QUAINT AND CURIOUS.
In Zante, one of the lonian islands,
there is a petroleum spring which has
been known for nearly .3000 years. It
is mentioned by Herodotus.
A strange clock was made during the
last century for a French nobleman.
The dial was horizontal, and the fig
ures, being hollow, were filled with
different sweets or spices. Thus, mu
lling his linger along the hands, by
tasting the owner could tell the hour
without a light.
The postmaster at Burlingnme re
ceived a letter the other day addressed
to the man living just ucross the road
from and a few rods north of the
sohoolliouse about two miles south of
Burlingame, Kan. The postmaster
promptly delivered the letter to Thom
as Mitchell, whose residence answers
this description.
Insects may be briefly described as
small animals with very large fa mi lies.
They think nothing of having a few
hundreds of little ones at a single
birth. Many of them are never satis
fied with less than eight of 10 thou
sand, while there are not a few whose
offspring resembles the sands of the
sea, since they cannot be numbered
for multitude.
In several of the Western Kansas
lowns along the Union Pacific a curi
ous sight is presented to the traveler.
The scarcity of curs has caused the
wheat elevators to overflow, and some
of the buyers have made huge piles
of grain 011 the ground along the rail
road trades. At one place the elevator
man lias procured a small circus tent.
The centre pole Is standing "rect in
the middle of a mountain of wheat,
and tlie canvas is 011 the ground ready
to be hoisted in case of rain.
Several carefully observed cases of
falling of hair from emotion have been
recorded of late in the Progres Modi
cale, and a still more striking case re
ported by E. Boissler is now added.
"A normal, healthy farmer, 38 years
of age, saw Ids child thrown and
trampled by a mule. He supposed it
killed, and experienced in his fright
and anguish a sensation of chilliness
and tension in his face and head. The
child escaped with bruises, but the
father's hair, beard and eyebrows
commenced to drop out next day, and
by the end of the week lie was entirely
bald. A new growtli of hair appeared
in time, but finer, and exactly the
color of the hair of an Albino.
The Monkey and flu, I'nrrot.
Here is a Chinese fable with a moral,
which might be expressed in English,
"Don't monkey with the buzz-saw."
But that is getting the cart before the
house. It is about a monkey and a par
rot, and is as follows:
A sparrow had its nest half-way up )
tree, in the top ol' which dwelt a mon
key. After a heavy rain the sparrow,
snug and dry in its warm nest, saw
the monkey shaking his dripping body,
and could not refrain from addressing
him thus: "Comrade, your hands are
skillful, your strength grent, your in
tellect clever; why do you live In such
a miserable state? Why not build a
snug nest like mine?"
The monkey, angered at the com
placency of the sparrow, replied: "Am
1 to be mocked by an evil creature like
you? Your nest is snug, Is it?" and so
saying he threw the nest to the ground.
Moral: Don't talk with a passionate
man.
SuNtnlnlnc Power of Kiinunn*.
One of the most courageous marches
ever taken was that of Colonel Will
cocks to Kumasi. We hear that dur
ing the march from Kumasi the whole
party lived 011 bananas. On one
occasion fiiey had waded shoulder
high though a river for two hours.
Does anyone want a higher test of
endurance 011 a vegetable diet than
this?— The Vegetarian.
SHEETS OF BREAD.
Indian Women Bake Them In the Amer
ican Desert
If you wish to dine oft a sheet of
bread, you must go to the great Am
erican desert and ask the women of
the Moki Indians to bake it for you.
But if you are wise, you will not in
quire too closely into the details of
the process. The preparation of the
bread, in sheets hardly thicker than
a sheet of paper, is a real art among
the Moki women. A corner in the
principal room is set aside for the ac
commodation of a shallow trough,
walled in with slabs of stone set on
end. The trough is divided into three
compartments, and in these the flrst
process of bread-making takes place.
When bread is to be made, a girl
kneels behind each compartment.
Shelled corn is then put on the flat
stone in the flrst compartment, and
with a coarse oblong stone the flrst
girl proceeds to rub it. The coarse
meal thus prepared is passed on to the
next compartment. Here it is again
rubbed with a stone less coarse, and
passed on to the third stage. The re
sult is a decidedly floury meal. With
a brush which is made of dried grass
bound together with a string of cali
co, and with which the floor is swept
between times, the meal is then gath
ered up and mixed with water to a
thick batter. Then comes in the art
of the baker. She takes a single
handful of the batter and spreads it
over a long, flat stone, under which a
fire has been for some time burning.
The batter is made to cover thinly the
entire surface. When one side is bak
ed she takes the bread bj' a corner
and pulls it off dexterously, turning
it the other side up. When it is done,
a long, flat basket receives it, and the
baker turns the edges all around, so
that the air can get at it. Sheet after
sheet is baked until the basket Is piled
high with the blue bread, or "pilti,"
which the baker pronounces "peka."
No salt is used in the batter, and the
piki has a sweetish taste. It is usual
ly blue, partaking of the color of the
corn from which it is made. It is eat
en dry or in a sort of soup. When the
men go on a journey they take pikl
made into rolls, very much as one
would roll up a sheet of wet paper, the
bread being of about the same thick
ness as the paper. The stones upon
which the bread is baked are prepared
by the old women of the tribe with
great secrecy and much ceremony.
They are very valuable, and are hand
ed down as heirlooms from mother to
daughter. The first stage in the pro
cess, so says Popular Science News, is
smoothing and filling of the surface of
the stone with hot pitch. It is then
smoked and rubbed for many days,
with an accompaniment of rude chant
ing. As far as a white man may know
the flrst rubbing is with a smooth
stone, the next with pieces of wood,
while the finishing work is done with
the bare hands. The result is a jet
black, smooth surface, to which the
piki does not stick in baking.
Co'iego Life—-lis Tone Impiovod.
The era of bathtubs and sanitation
and good living has had its effect upon
American youth. To-day if young lien
Franklin should come to Philadelphia
to try his fortunes, it is quite likely that
he would not march up the street
munching his cheap loaf, but would be
riding comfortably and handsomely in
an automobile toward a scholarship,
possibly pausing on his way to get a
well-balanced luncheon at a fashionable
cafe. The whole tone of college life
has been wonderfully raised within the
past few vears, and if one desires to see
a set of well-groomed young men he
should attend tlie opening proceedings
of a modern college. Their clothes are
not only new and well made, but their
complexions are clear.—Saturday Even
ing Post.
The gypsies of Hungary are the fin
est looking people in Europe. They are
very seldom ill.
Where to Locate?
Why, in the territory
traversed by the
Louisville
and Nashville
Railroad,
the Great Central Southern Trunk'Ure
in
KENtUCKY, TENNESSEE,
ALABAMA,
MISSISSIPPI, FLORIDA,
where
Farmers, Fruit Growers,
Stock Kaisers, Manufacturers
Investors, Speculators,
and Money Lenders
Mil And the greatest chance in the United
Mates to make "big money" by reasou of the
abundance and cheapness of
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TIMBER and STONE,
IRON and COAL,
LABOR—EVERYTHING 1
Free sites financial assistance and freedom
from taxation, forvhe manulacturer.
Land and farms at SI 00 per acre and up
wards, and 500,000 nctes in West Florida that
can be taken gratis under U. S. Homestead
Stockralsing In the ficlf Coast District will
make enormous profits.
Half fare excursions the first and third
Tuesdays of each month.
Let us know what you want, and wo wll)
tell you where and how to get It-hut don't
delay, as the country is filling up rapidly.
Printed matter, maps and all information
free. Address,
R. J. WEIVIYSS,
General Immigration and Industrial Agent*
LOUISVILLE, KY.