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Siberia has recently furnished a new
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inal home is said to be Manchuria.
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Through the insertion of inductance
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1101 l a Pumpkin.
The Rev. John Haynes was In metis
for his pithy sayings. At one 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."
"If you can do noiliiug better," re
torted Mr. Haynes, 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 au earnest discussion on
certain poiuts of doctrine arose, and
from the lofty pitch of some of tho
voices it seemed as if part of the dis
putants, at least, were in danger of
losing their temper.
At that juncture Mr.llnynes'sdaugh
ter quietly entered the room, bearing a
huge pumpkin. She put it down in
front of her father, and said, "There,
father, roll it about; roll it about."
Mr. Haynes was called upon for an
explanation, and good humor was re
stored.
Remains of Tudor Palace in London.
Enfield postoffiec, which is shortly to
he removed t<> a new site, at present oc
cupies a building which possesses some
remarkab'c 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
paneled walls, and a massive chimney
piece, standing on lonic and Corinthian
columns; artd here are seen the letters
"E. R.," with the arms of England and
Franre ounrtcrcd. the rose and portcul
lis, the lion and the gryphon and the
mo;to. "Sola salus servire Deo. sunt
alterae 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.
The story runs it was reared from a
seed brought over from Mount Libanus
London Telegraph.
In certain piar >jp W ew Jersey ce's
are a drug in the market. At Mulica
I Til! recent'v tlicv clogged up the water
wheel, stopped the running of the dyn
amo and shut off the electric light.
j No. 2034. j
5 *
ÜBY KENNETH HERFORD. &
The line of dingy-coated men
stretched along the broad granite walk
and like a great gray serpent wound
in and out among the wagon-shops and
plnuing-mills that tilled 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.
1 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
1 themselves on four-legged stools be-
I fore benches that stretched across tho
' room in rows. Before each man was
i set a tin plate of boiled meat, a heavy
I cup of black coffee, a knife, a fork,
: and a thick howl of steaming, odorous
I soup.
I During tho meal other men, dressed
like the hundreds who were sitting, in
i suits of dull gray, with little round
crowned, peaked-vizored caps to mutch,
I 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 bauds were thrust into
I a basket at once to clutch the regula
tion "bit" of half a pound. The men
ate ravenously, as if famished,
j And now, their dinner over, they
I were marching back to the shops and
j mills of the prison, whore days and
j weeks were spent at labor. Those em
ployed in the wagon-works dropped out
of the line when they came opposite
the entrance to tli ir building. Those
behind pushed forward as their prison
mates disappeared, and never for more
j than ten seconds was there a gap in the
long, gray line.
I A dozen men in blue iniforms
I marched beside the line on its way
from the mess-liall, six on each side,
lat two.van! ;' distance. Their caps bore
! "dunrd" in gold letters, and each
carried a short, heavy, crooked cane of
polished white hickory,
j On entering the workroom of the sec
j and floor, the men assembled before a
! railed platform, upon which a rcd-
I faced, coatless man stood behind a
i desk. In cold, metallic tones he called
! the numbers of the convicts employed
| "on the whisk-broom contract," and
i the latter, each in turn, replied "Here!"
when their numbers were spoken,
j "Twenty-thirty-four!" called the red
! faced man. ,
There was 110 response.
| "Twenty-thirty-four." The rod-faced
j man leaned over the desk and glared
down. Then a voice from somewhere
i on the left answered. "Here!"
| "What was the matter with you the
llrst time?" snapped the foreman.
I The man thus questioned removed
I his cap and took three steps toward
j the platform. In feature the word
j "hard" would describe him. Ills head
was long, wide at the forehead, and
yet narrow between the temples. lUs
eyes were small and close together.
His nose was flat, and his mouth hardly
more than a straight cut in the lower
part of his face. The lower jaw was
square and heavy, and the ears pro
truded abnormally. A trifle above me
dium height, with a pair of drooping,
twitching shoulders, the man looked
| criminal.
' To the question lie replied doggedly,
"1 answered the first time, sir, but I
guess you didn't hear me."
The foreman gazed steadily at the
man. Tlieir eyes met. The foreman's
did not waver, but "2034" lowered ids,
j and fumbled nervously at his cap.
I "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,
(to to liim as soon as you have finished
; you? task. I'll tell him you're coming.
He'll be waiting for you in the front
office."
! "Yes, sir." The convict did not raise
hi* eyes. He stepped back into line.
I Then, at a clap of the foreman's
bands, the men broke ranks, and each
walked away to ids own bench or ma
j 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
I where 05 men tolled.
| Now and then one of the men would
| go to the platform where the foreman
i sat bent over half a dozen little books,
in which it was his duty to record the
number of "tasks" completed by each
of the 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 lie needed in ids work
—a hall of twine, or a strip of plush
with which the handles of the brooms
were decorated.
ten minutes past three o'clock,
2034 crossed to the platform.
"What do you want?" asked the fore
man, as lie eyed keenly the man in the
dull-gray suit.
"A paper of small tacks," was the
reply, quietly spoken. The order was
written, and 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 j
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 lute. I've
got an idea there's something up his i
sleeve. There's not a harder nut on i
the contract than that fellow, and by j
the way he's been carrying on, sullen
like and all that, I'm fearing some
thing's going to happen. You remem
ber him, don't you? What, no? Why,
he's that Riley from Acorn. He came
in two years ago on a burglary job in j
Cllve, where he shot a drug clerk that
offered objections to his carrying off
all there was in the shop. They made
it manslaughter, and he's in for 13
years. And I'm told there's another j
warrant ready for him when he gets
out, for a job done four years ago in
Kentucky. He's a bad one. A fellow
like that is no 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 whoiu he was showing through
the "plant," as he always persisted in j
calling the prison. The warden was a
stout, jovial man, who looked more j
like a bishop than a "second father" to ;
800 criminals. The foreman did not :
observe his entrance into the room, j
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 I
we just left, you will remember we saw ,
the boys turning out broom-handles, i
Well here, the brooms are fastened to
those little wooden handles. 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 j
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, ami about ten
tons of broom-straw."
As the warden ceased speaking, the
foreman leaned across the desk and i
tapped him 011 the shoulder. "Riley's ;
coming in to see you this afternoon. I
He'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, ahd 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
have to keep a lot of material on hand.
Beyond this second room the stuff is i
stored up, ami 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 j
door, and a heavy Iron sliding sheet
dropped slowly and easily to the floor.
"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 ward n
through the second room, and Into the
third. There arranged regularly on the
floor, were huge bales of broom-straw, I
and against the walls of the room, boxes I
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 011 the sole of his shoe. lie
held the match in his hand until it had
| burned dow'u, then threw it on the
! floor, and followed the warden and the
•other visitor under the heavy iron
I screen into the workroom of the fac
j lory.
The foreman was busy at his books
and did not observe Die little party as
it passed through the shop 011 the other
side of the broom-bins and out the big ,
door.
Two minutes later, 2034 happened to
look out through the window across ;
Ids bench, and he saw the warden with
his friends crossing the prison yard to j
the foundry. A guard Just then saun- ,
tered into the room and stopped at the !
first of the bins. He idly picked up j
one of the finished brooms and exam- j
ined it. Ills attention a moment later j
was distracted by some one pulling at |
j his coat from behind. lie turned.
! "Why, Tommy, iny boy what is it?" j
j The two soft brown eyes of a little
| boy were turned up to liirn. "I'm look- j
1 ing for papa," replied the little fellow, j
t "The foreman downstairs said he
coined up here. Uncle George is back
in the house, and mamma sent me out |
i to find papa."
The guard patted the little fellow's
head. "And we will flml him, Tommy,"
he said. He went over to the foreman's
desk. "Bill, did the warden come up
j here? Tommy is looking for him; his
i mother sent him out."
1 The foreman raised his eyes from
his hooks. "Yes," lie replied, "he went
in there, with a couple of gentlemen."
j The guard looked at the little boy.
"He's in the stock-room," he said.
| "You'll And him in there. Tommy."
Then he turned and walked out of
the shop. The child ran on into the
; room beyond. His 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 011 into the farther room. lie
knew he would llnd his father in there,
and he would crawl along between the
tiers of straw bales and take him by
1 surprise.
He bad 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 Ills revolving
chair and went to the door of the
I straw-room. Ith 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. Then snatching a few
books that la/ ou his desk, he slipped
out into the shop, and at that door re
, leased the second screen. As it fell in
to place with a slight crunching noise,
1 the foreman turned in his chair. The
eyes of the two men met. The stock
keeper raised his hand and touched
i his lips and with the first linger. He
i crossed rapidly to the desk.
| "Get the men out! Get the men out!"
110 gasped. "The store-room in there is
011 tire!"
, 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. Ills manner was ominously
calm, and the men looked at one another
wonderingly.
j "Fall in!"
j 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
j were halted, and a guard was de
; spatehed to find the warden. He was
discovered in the foundry.* "Fire
in the broom-shop!" whispered the
1 guard.
Thevnrden's face paled. lie dashed
: through the doorway ,and one utiiiute
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-stairs.
Within live seconds, a troop of 15
guards had drawn the little hand-en
gine from its house and bitched the
liose to the hydrant nearest the shop.
\ From all the other buildings the men
1 were being marched to their cells,
j "Tlicue men!" hurriedly whispered
1 the foreman to the warden. "What
| shall I do with tliem?"
"Get 'em inside as soon as you can!
This won't last long, the front of the
j building is cut off. It'll all be over in
ten minutes."
The foreman gave an order. At that
instant n woman came running down
the prison yard. Reaching the ward
en's side, slu? fell against him heavily.
"Why, Harriet," he exclaimed, "what
is the matter?"
"Oh," she gasped, "Tommy! Tbininy!
Where is Tommy?"
A guard at the 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.
He went to look—"
The warden clutched the man's arm.
"Up there? Up there? he cried.
The sudden approach of the woman
and the words that followed had
wrought so much confusion that the
men paid no attention to the foreman's
j command, and he had even failed to
observe their lack of attention, in the
excitement of that moment.
I "Great God!" cried the warden.
"What can 1 do—what cau I do? No
; one can live up there!"
There was a crash. One of the win
dows fell out. "Get a ladder!" some
one cried. A guard run back toward
the prison-house. Then, in the midst
of the hubbub, a man in a dingy gray
suit stepped out a yard from the line
of convicts. His prison number was
2034. He touched his little square cap.
"If you'll give me permission, I think
I cun get up there," was all he sakl.
"You! you!" exclaimed the warden.
"No, 110, I will tell 110 man to do it!"
There was a second crash. Another
window had fallen out, and now the
tongues of flame were lapping the
outer walls above.
The convict made no reply. With a
bound lie was at the end of the line
and dashing up the outer stairway.
The warden's wife was on her knees,
j clinging to tiie hand of her husband.
In his eyes was a dead, cold look. A
few of the men bit their lips, and a
faint shadow of a sinile played about
j the mouths of others. They all waited.
| A convict had. broken a regulation
had run from the line! He would be
\ punished! Even as he had clambered
j up the stairs a guard had cried, "Shall
! I shoot?"
i The silence was broken by a shriek
| from the woman kneeling at the ward
j €*n's feet. "Look!" she cried, and
pointed toward the last of the up stairs
j windows.
There, surrounded by a halo of
smoke, and hemmed in on all sides by
flames, stood a man in a dingy gray
suit. One sleeve was on tire, but he
j beat out the flumes with his left baud.
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
flushed forward and held up his arms
to receive it.
Another foot—he hugged the limp
body of his boy to ills 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 again and again
in visions of the night.
The coat the man wore was ablaze.
Flames shot out on either side of him
and above him. .lust as the ladder was
placed against the; wall, a crackling
was heard—not the crackling of lire.
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 line 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, lint it would seem
not wonderful to the warden if, when
that man's soul took flight, the Ite
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
ior."—Youth's Companion.
QUAINT AND CURIOUS.
In Zante, one of the lonian islands,
there is a petroleum spring which has
been known for nearly 30U0 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, run
ning 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 across the road
from and a few rods north of the
schoolhouse 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 families, i
They think nothing of having a few
hundreds of little ones at a single
birth. Many of them are never satis
fled with less than eight of 10 thou
saiul, while there are not a few whose
offspring resembles the sands of the j
sea, since they cannot be numbered !
for multitude.
In several of the Western Kansas
towns along the Union Pacific a curi
ous sight is presented to the traveler.
The scarcity of cars lias caused the
wheat elevators to overflow, and some
of the buyers have made huge piles
of grain 011 the ground along the rail
road tracks. At one place the elevator
man has procured a small circus tent.
The centre pole Is standing erect in
the middle of a mountain of wheat,
and the 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 Medi
c-ale. and a still more striking case re
ported by E. Boi&sier is now added.
"A normal, healthy farmer, 38 years
of age, saw his 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 ills 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 he was entirely
bald. A new growth of liair appeared
in time, but finer, and exactly the
color of the hair of an Albino.
The Mon leer ihkl tlin Parrot.
Hero is n niiinpso fable with a moral,
which might he 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 u par
rot, and is as follows:
A sparrow had its nest half-way up I
tree, in the top of 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 great, 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 he 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.
One of the most courageous marches
ever taken was that of Colonel Will
cocks to Kumnsl. We hear that dur
ing the march from Ruuinsi the whole
party lived 011 bananas. On one
occasion t'iiey had waded shoulder
high though a river for two hours.
Does anyone want a higher test of
endurance on a vegetable diet than
this?— The Vegetarian.
SHEETS OF BREAD.
! ta:i!an Women Balto Tliom in tlio Amer
ican Desert. 3k
' j If you wish to dine off a sheet of
I bread, you must go to the great Am-
I 1 erican desert and ask the women of
! I the Moki Indians to bake it for you.
! But if you arc wise, you will not in
| quire too closely into the details of
■ | the process. The preparation of the
i J bread, in sheets hardly thicker than
j a sheet of paper, is a real art among
• | the Moki women. A corner in the
1 | principal room is set aside for the ac
i commodation of a shallow trough,
j walled in with slabs of stone set on
■ end. The trough is divided into three
; | compartments, and in these the first
process of hread-malcing takes place.
I When bread is to be made, a girl
j kneels behind each compartment,
i Shelled corn is then put on the flat
stone in the first compartment, and
with a coarse oblong stone the first
girl proceeds to rub it. The coarse |
J meal thus prepared is passed on to the
I next compartment. Here it is again
I rubbed with a stone less coarse, and
j passed on to the third stage. The re
j suit is a decidedly flftury meal. With
| a brush which is made of dried grass
| bound together with a string of cal'j
I co, and with which the floor is swep.
between times, the meal is then gath
ered up and mixed with water to a j
j thick batter. Then comes in the ari
of the baker. She takes a single
handful of the batter and spreads it
over a long, flat stone, under which a i
| fire has been for some time burning,
j The batter is made to cover thinly the
entire surface. When one side is bak
ed she takes the bread by a corner
j and pulls it off dexterously, turning
I it the other side up. When it is done,
1 a long, flat basket receives it, and the
j baker turns the edges all around, so
J that the air can get at it. Sheet after j'
j sheet is baked until the basket is piled
| high with the blue bread, or "piki,"
I which the baker pronounces "peka." j!
No salt is used in the batter, and the
piki has a sweetish taste. It is usual- f
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 piki
made into rolls, very much as one
would roll up a sheet of wet paper, the j,
| bread being of about the same thick
j ness as the paper. The stones upon
I 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
j smoothing and filling of the surface ol
1 the stone with hot pitch. It is then
J smoked and rubbed for many days,
with an accompaniment of rude chant
j ing. As far as a white man may know
the first rubbing is with a smooth
stone, the next with pieces of wood, J
while the finishing work is done with V
the bare hands. The result is a jet |
black, smooth surface, to which the
piki dons not stick in baking.
Co'lcgo Life—lis Tone impiovcd.
! The era of bathtubs and sanitation
and good living has had its effect upon
American youth. To-day if young Ben !
Franklin should come to Philadelphia !
to try his fortunes, it is quite likely that i
he would not march up the street
munching his cheap loaf, hilt would he
; riding comfortably pud handsomely in |
an automobile toward ?i scholarship,
possibly pausing on his way to get a i
well-baianccd luncheon at a fashionable ;
cafe. The whole tone of college life I
has been wonderfully raised within the j
past few vcars, and if one desires to see
, a set of well-groomed young men he |
should attend tile opening proceedings
of a modern college. Their clothes are
not only new and well made, but their
complexions are clear.—Saturday Even
ing Post.
i The gypsies of Hungary arc the fin- '
jest looking people in Europe. Tlicy are
I very seldom ill.
.
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In
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