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SCRAMBLE FOR DIAMONDS,
Gems Thrown Away by an Absent-
Minded Dealer, Q
"Have you got any of those dia
monds?" Is the question of tho hour
in Birmingham. Some 800 precious
stones have been shared out by lucky
prospectors in Vittoria street, and the
search still continues, says the London
Express. It happened in this wise:
In a fit of abstraction John Davis,
member of a firm of diamond mer
chants, while walking down Vittori*
street an a recent morning, pulled an
old envelope out of his pocket and
commenced to tear it up. When he
reached tho last section the terrible*
fact dawned upon him that it was the
envelope in which were some 1,600
small diamonds, valued at £IOO, and
that he had been Bowing these broad
cast over a public thoroughfare. Tho
news spread with lightning-like rapid
ity. Shopkeepers locked up and came
to the more lucrative occupation of
picking up diamonds, while for a milo
around an errand hoy at his ordinary
work was a phenomenon. Such a
scraping of tho street with knives and
sticks had never been seen. As It
happened, most of tho lost stones went
down the cellar gratings of a jeweler's
shop. Ingenious youths fished for
them with a piece of soap attached to
a stick and reeled In three prizes at a
time. Others sat in the gutter sort/
ing an anxiously guarded handful of
dirt. Still the crowd grew. At ono
period over 1.500 lads were to be seen
hard at wortc. From noon to seven
o'clock the street was nearly blocked.
When night fell candles, lamps and
lanterns were brought to aid the inde
fatigable hunters for treasure trove,
ajid the scene presented could only
have been done justice by Hogarth.
About half the diamonds have found
their way hack to their rightful owner.
Some were sold to a shopkeeper and
the rest, like the graves of a house
hold, are scattered far and wide. Dia
mond pins will shortly be fashionable
In Birmingham.
PRAIRIE DOGS.
They Iluve Had Their Day on the Plains
of the Far West.
Passengers on tho "Q" system who
have ridden the better part of a day
through western Nebraska and east
ern Colorado will remember the prairie
3og. He is numerous in that section
of the country. He lives in villages
and the villages are as close together
as the villages of certain parts of Eur
ope, says the Des Moines News. But
the prairie clog has had his clay. The
agricultural department says ho must
go. Mr. Wilson has decided that the
dogs kill tho grass and ruin good graz
ing land. "Tama Jim" has little of the
love of picturesqueness in his make
up. He is eminently practical and his
philanthropy is of the type which
seeks to *wake two blades of grass grow
Instead of one. Therefore he proposes
to relegate the prairie clog to the pic
ture books and to the stuffed specimens
of the museum along with the buffalo.
Mr. Wilson's chemists have discovered
a mixture that will make whole vil
lages fight for the first bite, but which
at the last biteth like a serpent and
etingeth like an adder. Under its in
fluence the hole that knows the prairie
dog will know it no more forever. The
frisky, nervous, harking little beast
will join the innumerable caravan ol
prairie dogs who have gone before.
There will he more grass when the
prairie dog is gone, and therefore more
cattle. There will he less break
ing of the legs of cowboys' ponies and
the rattlesnake will live alone in the
hole until t'ae summons come to him
also.
j* Vanished I)renin.
Mrs. Bramble—"Don't you remera.
ber, Will, bow you used to rhapso
dize over tho thought of just you and
I living together in a dear little cot
tage somewhere, far from the madding*
throng? You used to say that would
be paradise, but you don't seem sine*
we ure married to hold the same opin
ion."
Mr. Bramble—"No, I gave up th
idea tho week you were without o
girl. You see, if we lived that waj
you would have to do the cooking fo)
us light along."—Chicago Times.
1 he I* rench torpedo boat Audncieux,
which has gone to l.'Orient for her
trials, is the smallest ironclad iri the
world She carries an armor belt over
her machinery an inch or so in iI.-io.k
oo.ss. proof probably against anything
amallrr than a six pound projectile.
A HAPPY LIFE.
How happy is* he born and taught,
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armor is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skill!
Whose passions not his masters are,
Whose soul is still prepared for death.
Not tied into the world with care
Or public fame, or private breath;
Who envies none that chance doth raise,
Or vice; who never understood
How deepest wounds are given by praise;
Nor rules of state, but rules of good;
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jf Jake Murphy's Revenge|
BLACK Jake Murphy was the
bigger, hut it did not take
longer than five minutes to
• m determine who was the bet-
I tor .man. Even Mike Hudok, the big
Polander, saw it. lie was viewing the
fray from an upturned beer keg in
front of Yankee Bote's saloon.
"Jim lick 'urn, heap quick," he ejac
ulated, and his words were prophetic.
In less than ten minutes Black Jake
was thoroughly and scientifically
"licked," and he knew It. lie would
I have fallen on his face again as he
1 staggered up after the last knock
-1 down blow, if some one had not given
| him an arm to lean on. Through the
i blood that blinded him he saw the
I crowd in a red haze. But his reeling
! sight looked for but one object, and
his whole brain and r.oul were filled
; with a fierce and devllsh hatred for
I the man who stood near with bruised
' face and bared arms—his conqueror.
| Slocuiu's Patch had no sympathy
for Black Jake Murpliy. As a rule,
the Patch displayed no excessive fns-
I tidioushess as to the component parts
of its select society. It had even got
; beyond objecting to the Polander and
Hungarian. But with Jake Murphy
i and his father it refused to associate
, on any terms more friendly than those
j involved in imbibing Yankee Pete's
1 whisky at their expense. It could not
be asserted that either father or son
: were at all discomposed by this par
tial ostracism. It rather seemed to
suit their sullen and morore disposi
tions. They did not seek the allure
ments of Slocum Patch society, ex
cept on the rather rare occasions when
together they sat down for a drinking
bout at Yankee Pete's. Then all who
chose could drink at their expense,
and then for the few hours their
money lasted none were more popular.
Yankee Pete did a laud otlice business,
and could well afford the broken
| chairs and windows which usually or
! uamented his groggery uext morning.
I Black Jake said no word as lie
i turned from the fray a beaten man,
| and staggered off toward his home.
: It was a rough cabin of battened hem
lock boards. The two men had built
It themselves on a strip of company
land up on the hillside above the
I Patch. They lived there alone, and
from one year's end to another no one
j else crossed its threshold. Around it,
in summer, the soft breeze murmured
! among the scraggy hemlocks and oaks,
i The wild violet and honeysuckle gave
• out their fragrance. From its door the
great Wyoming Valley stretched away
,as in a panorama. Pitville's many
j spires rose not four miles away, and on
i n still Sunday morning tho distant
I chime of its bells was borne to the
ear. Half a mile distant rose the mas
| s've timbers that marked the opening
; of the new Woodford shaft, the big
j gest and deepest in all that region;
i where 11100 feet below the sinkers had
I just struck the red ash vein and were
finishing tlieir contract
The old mau smoking liis pipe on
• his doorstep made no comment as his
| son washed tho blood from his face at
the little spring near the door. At last
! he said:
I "Who've yer been liekin' now?"
"No one," growled his sou; "curse
him, he licked me."
The old man gave a grunt
"Who was it?" he asked.
"Jim Carroll."
"Sarve yer right. I told yer to quit
foolin' round his gal. Easy nuft ter
. see she thought more o' liis little finger
j than o' yer whole carcass."
I "God strike me dead if I don't have
I his life."
j It was a bitter threat that Black
•Take made, and the deadly hate that
! filled his heart made it no idle one.
I It was midnight, but down In the
j shaft midnight and midday were the
I same. Looking up, a Mint speck of
I white could be seen in the day time,
| but no trace of light penetrated that
lawful depth. Three men stood there,
J waiting for their turn to go up. The
rmoky lamps stuck In their olNkin
| caps threw a dull and flickering light
I over their faces and figures, wrapped
i lo the chin in waterproofs. They stood
! In water almost to the knee, and the
j fcaseless splnsli and palter of the fall-
I nig drops told where it came from.
Thirty feet above them, on a plat-
I form protected by heavy timbers, a
/owerful pump made the confined air
| Jbrob with t) • heavy plunk plunk of
i Is stroke. The pump runner sat. there
1 motionless, smoking. It was old Mur
| phy, Black Jake's father. Jake him
j self stood below, and one of the two
with him was Jim Carroll.
There was a fierce and evil look In
I Black Jake's eyes as they stood silent
! ly waiting for the bucket to descend.
| That look had never left him since the
day Jim Carroll had "licked" him for
I being too attentive to his sweetheart
| Black Jake was not tho man to for
give or forget, and the bitterness of
j defeat was mad? still more bitter by
i disappointed love. lie was a rough
Who hath his life from rumors freed,
Whose conscience is his strong retreat;
Whose state can neither flatterers feed,
Nor ruin make oppressors great;
Who GocLdoth late and early pray,
More of His grace than gifts to lend;
And entertains the harmless day
"With a well-chosen book or friend;
This man is freed from servile hands,
Of hope to rise, or fear to fall;
Lord of himself, though not of lands;
And having nothing, yet hath all.
—Sir Henry Wotton.
' and sullen man, but years ago he had
set Ids heart upon that girl, before
Jim Carroll ever knew her. But she
was young and he not over-confident,
lie had waited too long, for Jim Car
roll stopped in, and now they were
married. Black Jake set hir. teeth and
breathed hard when he heard it. He
said nothing, but his old father watch
ing him knew that Carroll's life was
in danger. Considered from an ab
stract point of view, the old man had
no particular objection to li's son put
ting Carroll out of the way, but some
strange and deep-hidden bond held
these two men together. Had such a
possibility ever arisen, old Murphy
would readily have laid down his own
life to save that of his son. He
watched him then lest he should do
that which might necessitate his de
parture from this world at the hands
of the sheriff. His wntclilr;g brought
him great uneasiness. Black Jake had
changed. lie did not seek an oppor
tunity to revenge his defeat, in open
fight. Itatlier he avoided Carroll, and
when they were together, cud, work
ing in the same shaft they could not
keep apart, he was quiet, and fair
spoken. This was not Black Jake's
nature and the old man feared for
what was to come.
Sitting at liis post, looking down at
Hie three men below him, old Murphy,
in the flickering light of tho miners'
lamps, caught a glimpse of his son's
face and a terror fell on him. Some
thing told him in those set and sullen
features and eyes that seemed to burn
with inward lire that the time had
come.
With a rattle and rush the heavy
iron bucket plunged down through the
darkness and touched the water ere
it stopped, slowly turn'ng with the
twist of the rope that, like a thin lino
of black, disappeared in the blackness
above.
Jake Murphy gripped it and sprang
inside. Only two men could go up in
"Come Jim," lie cried, "got In," and
looked at Carroll.
Old Murphy's tongue was loosened.
"Hold on, Jim," he called out. "I
want yer to help me fix this valve
afore yer go up."
Jim turned irresolute. In that mo
ment the other man jumped in the
bucket.
"All right!" he cried, "Let her go!"
Carroll saw that the bucket was
filled. He must wait, and grasping the
lever he gave the signal t<> the engin
eer on top. Then* was a moment's
pause ,nnd then, with a strong unci
sudden rush, the bucket and its occu
pants vanished in the darkness.
On top it was a calm, still summer
night. Above the heads of the two
men as they stepped out of the swing
ing bucket lose the framework of mas
sive timbers that supported the huge
sheave wheels. Twenty yards away
stood the engine-house, the steam still
curling from the exhaust pipes. As
tliey left the bucket Black Jake bid his
companion a surly "good night'* and
started off as though for home. But
once out of sight lie turned and swiftly
and silently crept back, lie passed
the mouth of the shaft, and disap
peared iu the shadow of the engine
house.
"Within the engine house Tom Allis,
the engineer, stood at his post. Be
fore him was the huge conical drum
sixteen feet in diameter, round which
the snake-like cable was colled in
grooves. On each side of him wort
those mighty engines whose gigantic
power could, when the time came,
snatch the carriage and loaded car up
those twelve hundred feet of depth in
fifty seconds. With one haul on the
throttle he waitud for the signal to
lower. It came. The bell clunked, the
throttle shot open, the steam rushed
into the great cylinders, and down
dropped the bucket like a stone
dropped down a well. With steady
eye Allis marked the cable as it reeled
swiftly off the drum. He never no
lired the slowly-revolving dial that
told of the bucket's descent. For his
practiced eye a bar of white paint
daubed on the cable was a better
guide. In another instant that white
mark was off the drum, when the
throttle was closed, the reversing bar
shot back with n crash, again the
steam rushed into the cylinders, and
the engine, with a few short pants,
stopped. The bucket swung at the
same depth within half an inch that
it had when Jack Blake climbed on
the board. It was Tom Ailis's boast
that If he knew a man's exact height
he could drop that bucket ou his head
without doing more than smooth out
his hair.
lie knew there was one more man to
come up. The pump runner's shift
would not expire for four hours yet,
and nil the sinkers hut one were up.
With his hand on the throttle lover he
waited for the signal to liolst. A
minute passed and two, but he stood
like a graven statue.
Clank! chink! clank! The bell struck
three times. It was the signal to
hoist with core, as human weight filled
the bucket. Slowly he drew the throt
tle open, and the gigantic engines,
waking from their brief rest, once
more sent the drum flying round. Coil
after coil of writhing cable was wound
about it. One hand on the throttle
and the other on the reversing lever,
Tom Allis wntclicd the spinning drum
and the white marks on it that told
him when to stop. As he stood there
he felt the reversing lever shako and
tremble, as if some one had touched
it. He had nc/time to think of this, for
in another second the bucket was
within one hundred feet of the surface.
He clbsed the throttle and pushed tin;
reversing lever.
A wild cry burst from his lips. AA
he pushed it, the bar shot back with
a rattling crash, but the reversing gear
never moved. The engines would not
reverse. In that awful moment his
presence of mind never left him. He
seized the brake bnr and threw all his
weight upon It. The band of steel that
circled the drum gripped tight. But
what could that do to stop the mas
sive engines running at high speed?
He jammed it back and rushed from
the engine house.
As he did so, the bucket shot up
from the shaft. Two men were in it.
A cry burst from them as the bucket,
without pause or stop, leaped up amid
the heavy timbers and sped swiftly
on toward the great sheave wheels.
Another wild cry, and then an awful
crash as the bucket dashed against the
wheels. A human form whirled in
the air, struck against the timbers,
and plunged out of sight down the
yawning blackness of the shaft. An
other form was clinging to the timbers
far aloft.
"Wlia Is that?" called the engineer.
"Jim Carroll," answered the man
clinging to the timbers.
"Who was it that fell down the
shaft?"
"Old Murphy."
Another awful cry broke the stillness
of the night. Down from the shadow
of the engine house Black Jake Mur
phy came running.
"Who?" he cried, and no words can
tell the fearful agony In his voice,
"Who went down the shaft?"
"Your father, Jake," said the en
gineer.
With one bound Jake was at the
shaft's mouth.
"Father," he cried, "father!" But
the black pit gave no answer to his
frantic call. With a wild cry he
turned. Throwing ids hands aloft he
shook his clinched list at Carroll, still
clinging to the timbers, and with a
fearful imprecation on his lips fell
backward into the awful depth.
*..*
The investigation that followed
showed that a connecting pin in the
reversing gear had fallen out or been
removed. It was beneath the floor on
which the engineer stood, and any
one could reach it unseen. It was
also shown by Jim Carroll's testimony
that old Murphy, the pump runner,
who should not have left his post un
til relieved, had insisted on coming up
to the surface with him.—Waverley
Magazine.
Observations.
Learning is a handy thing, but nev
er yet was woman loved solely because
she was erudite.
A shallow lover Ignores all save one
woman. The wise one, never! He
might need a friend at Court some
day.
Punctuality is one of the pillars of
llie temple of success.
Good luck is cousin-Gorman to pluck,
and twin to endeavor.
There never was a man who con
quered adversity without becoming a
stronger and better fellow.
You may despise yourself, but never
say so, unless you wish to have oth
ers follow suit.
Debutantes, dollars, dinners and
dancing begin the social tournament.
Mamma's Mammon, The Man, and
Marriage ends it.
A bad reputation is a misfortune, no
reputation is calamity.
The being who has never done a
foolish thing, has never done many
wise ones.—Philadelphia liecord.
FIRS Can He Grown In the North.
A correspondent inquires how far
north the tig will mature in the open
air. There seems no reason why the
fruit will not mature to an indefinite
distance northwardly. It is rather a
question of the protection of the trees
from injury in the winter, than of rip
ening the frjit. The wood is usually
killed to the ground north of the Poto
mac, but the branches are easily pro
looted by bending down and covering
with earth, as is often done with rasp
berries, roses and other things. It is
very easily done. In the vicinity of
Philadelphia trees bear profusely this
way, and are among the most satis
factory of fruits in an amateur's gar
den. They bear several crops a year
and can generally he had from the
trees at any time during the season.—
Meeluin's Monthly.
Problems of the ARCH.
The lecturer on occult science
clasped her hands and leaned forward
on the stand in front of her.
"I have endeavored." she said, "to
make tills subject as plain as its Inher
ently mysterious nature will permit
Before I take my seat, however, 1 will
wait a moment to answer any ques
tions you may like to ask tor the pur
pose of clearing up whatever points
may still seem obscure to you."
"I wish you could tell me, ma'am,"
asked a hollow-voiced, cadaverous
man, rising up in a distant corner of
the hall, "why women kiss each oth
er."—Chicago Tribune.
Quail Raisins For Fanners.
A Missouri farmer has gone into the
business of raising quail. Me says tlie
birds are more easily handled tho.7
chickens und far tune profltabie.
1 TALES OF PLUCK I
AND ADVENTURE, I
j ]
YBV<yyiXSXs)®<?^
A White Chief of Cannibals.
\ TST STAMPS CHERRY, who
\/\ / left his hom* in Chicago
Y \ .in the summer of lSOii,
now Is ou his way to his
home in America, having experienced
in the heart of Africa adventures more
thrilling, in many respects, than those
I of Livingstone or Stanley.
| For four years Mr. Cherry has been
I living among the Congo natives. He
has been their companion, friend, lead
er and instructor. Unaccompanied bj
any men of hit own color be lias pene
trated to pints where no other white
man has ever dared to go.
Starting in Matadi on the west coasi
of Africa, in August, 1800, Mr. Cherry
went up the Congo River as far as
Stanley Pool by caravan. In Brass
ville, in the h'rench Congo, lie was lie'd
up by the authorities for having fire
arms without permission. His weap
ons and cartridges, which practically
constituted Ills outfit, were confiscated
by the French Government officials.
Bereft of motive and occupation lit
j went into the service of the French
Government.
J Leaving the service of tlio French
Government, after having bis arms re
' stored to him, Mr. Cherry went from
| Bangui with natives in a canoe to the
mouth of tlie M'bomu Itiver, past rap
ids, over them, and more often than
not into them, until he came to the
j territory of Bangasson, one of tin
greatest of the N'snccraw chiefs in the
whole Congo basin. The day of M\
Cherry's arrival Bangasson had been
indulging in a raid upon a neighboring
tribe, with the result that no fewer
than 3000 men, women and children
| had been captured and brought to Ban
j gasson as slaves. In addition to these
[ slaves Bangasson's warriors brought
back with them hundreds of human
heads, trophies of their prowess. The
heads of the slain were boiled, and the
brains were eaten. Afterward tin;
skulls were piled in heaps, stuck 011
tree brandies and otherwise put in
places where they could lie seen and
adored, for, Mr. Cherry says, no fetish
Is more in favor among the natives
limn the human skull. Bangasson, by
tlie way, lias 1800 wives and is n
stanch ally of the French Government.
After a period of good hunting Mr.
Cherry crossed the country to the re
gion of tlio Darbauda. There he lived
with the natives as a native, sleeping
on a mat with two blankets, and be
ing received among them as the great
white chief, "Demba Creecy," whose
fame had gone before him. Dressed in
monkey skins, speaking the tongue of
tlio people with whom he lived, this
young American taught them the ele
ments of astronomy, geography and
told them of the great white nations
who lived without their sphere. 111
return they taught him the secret arts
whereby they make and mold curious
ly engraved spears, hatchets and other
implements, to say nothing of the cloth
Weaving and domestic arts.
Darbandn served as the base for the
explorer's expeditions. Thence he
made constant trips up the Kotto Riv
er. Three times lie lost almost every
thing he had through cauoes capsiz
ing in the rapids.
During these times Mr. Cherry was
in almost every respect chief of tl-.e
tribe witli whom he stayed. Other
tribes sent for him to assist them to
settle weighty matters, to adjust dis
putes, to organize their forces against
the invasion of an unfriendly tribe.
Among those natives with whom Mr.
Cherry has been living cannibalism is
rampant. "After a tribal engagement,"
he tells the Associated Press, "tlio cap
tured men, women and children are
cut up as quick as that," snapping his
fingers, "and every hit of them is eat
en. Human flesh, to these people? is a
delicacy. They want It, and when they
get the opportunity to get it they can
not resist."
Regarding the rivers he explored,
Mr. Cherry said:
"They drain the finest country in
the world, where everything can lit
raised. Rice, coffee, vanilla and rub
ber grow in wild luxuriance. In nc
place in the world could you find such
elephants. It's just like hunting rab
bits.
"Among the characteristics of tin
pew tribes their funeral rites are, per
haps, the most curious. Instead of
weeping or dancing after a death, the
mourners proceed to turn somersaults
and keep it up until their strength is.
exhausted."
The Nerve of a Hunter.
The recent death of ,T. H. Benham.
of California, Illustrates the wonder
ful nerve of strong men under tli
most adverse conditions, Benliam and
three companions had gone into the
mountains for a few days' hunting.
They had climbed mountains and
crossed canyons .tad finally made their
camp on Eel River. On Mondav after
noon, wliil. high up a mountain, Ben
ham's hounds started a tine buck. The
hunter braced himself against a hush
and was about to fire at tlie deer when
the bush gave way and allowed him
to slide down the incline about 120
yards. In falling Benham's rifle was
discharged, the hall passing Into his
abdomen and coming out at his right
shoulder. Wounded though lie was he
managed to crawl back up the incline,
where he shouted for help.
No one heard liis cries, and he then
discharged ids rifle till the magazine
wns empty. One of his companions
came to ills assistance. Tlie wounded
man requested liis friend to send for
his wife, realizing all the time that his
wound was fatal. The friend went
* back to camp and secured tluee mules,
S with which lie returned to the scene
S of tlie tragedy.
a Without help of any sort Benham
§ rode one of the mules back to camp,
i) a distance of half a mile. Another of
§ the party then started for the nearest
: town for medical help and to telephone
|j for Mrs. Benliam. The messenger trav
eled in an hour and twenty minutes
a trail which it had taken the hunters
0 seven hours to travel when they were
" on their way to their camp. A pliysl
'• cian aud Sirs. Beuham reached tlio
"j camp at 3 o'clock iu the morning, but
nothing could be done for the dying
e man. At 10 o'clock flat morning the
10 party started for home, eighteen miles
away. Tlie wounded man was car
n ried on a litter the entire distance, the
e members of the party taking turns at
1- carrying It.
i' Thev arrived at home at 10 o'clock
at night,- tlie wounded man retaining
e consciousness throughout tlie long
journey. 1-Ie knew that his death was
h a question of only a few hours, hut he
y never lost his courage. He died at
s 5 o'clock next morning.—Chicago
Chronicle,
d
Bravo Laden Young.
y Nearly thirty years ago a stalwart
j young fellow reported at the United
, States Military Academy with an ap
|(, poiutment as a cadet in his pocket.
h Tlie applicant came within an ace of
failing to pass his mental examination.
1, Physically he was a young Samson.
, The examiners came pretty near
~ throwing him out on general principles
„ after they had discovered that he liked
s ' lo rt cuts in spelling, aud, believing
n the "E" to he useless, invariably
( , I spelled Europe, "Urope." He was nc
, I cepted finally, however, proved to lie
!ls smart as a whiplash and gave his
. classmates work to keep up witli him.
I( | Almost immediately after graduation
~ j the cadet, whose name was Lucien
... Young, distinguished himself by jump
a ing from the ship's rail into tlie Med
i- iterraneau and rescuing a sailor who
had fallen into tlie waiter from one of
t ' yards and had been stunned by
n tlie fall. It was not long after this
~ "lit Young was assigned to tlie new
( , irou steamship Huron. Tlie vessel
, was bound south one night In Xovera
n her, 1877, and when off Nag's head 011
, tl,e coast of North Carolina, struck
11 '' lo rocks, and iu less than an hour the
, ! disaster was complete. There was a
s j tremendous sea running. There ap
, j peared to lie hut one chance to save
(] I any of the crew. The boats were use
less in that pounding, grinding sen. A
volunteer was asked for to attempt to
. carry a life line to the shore. Young
! volunteered to make tlie attempt,
„ though lie was told by his captain that
the chance of life was not one in a
t thousand. A seaman named Williams
e volunteered to accompany tlie young
:1 officer. The two took what is known
£ as a lialso, nttaclied li ropo, and, unfit
s ing tlielr way out upon a spar, dropped
. into tlie Icy water. A wave heat tliem
1 hack against tlie spar, and Young was ■
B j severely bruised by tlio contact. lie
, stuck (o his task, however, and with
s Williams succeeded in escaping death
. I among the storm-beaten rocks and !•
~ I gaining a foothold upon the sands be
-1 | yond. The result of their heroism was
1 the snving of a portion of the Huron's
crow, though the vessel went to pieces
, so quickly that tlie rescue of all was
. impossible.—Chicago Times-Herald.
Wrestled With a Mountain Lion.
Three Touto Basin cowboys proved
themselves victors in a wrestling eon
' test with tlie largest mountain lion
ever killed in tlie vicinity of Globe,
1 Arizona. The men, George Hubbard,
t Ilardy Sehell and A. (I. Harer, were
riding the range near Salome Creek,
Sehell had the only firearm in the
party, a rifle, and had only one eart
j ride for it. The cowboys routed the
lion out of some rocks and rode after
it, to rope it if possible. Sehell tried a
' 200 yard shot and knocked the lion
' over, apparently dead, with a bullet
through its neck. The three rode up
' and dismounted, to find the lion had
only been stunned by the shot. As
they approached he came to his feet
and jumped at Sehell, who knocked
■ him aside with a blow from the butt
of tlie rifle. The enormous cat then
1 jumped upon Hubbard, crunching the
man's left arm and lacerating his body
; witli its claws. But Hubbard, who is
possessed of exceptional strength,
' caught the beast by tlie throat and a
front foot. Sehell at tlie same time
seized the hind feet, while Harer ran
in anil cut the lion's throat with a
small knife. Though the lion undoubt
edly had been weakened by the bullet
j wound, the men considered themselves
fortunate to have escaped with their
lives. The lion skin measures nine
feet ten inches from tip to tip.
Johnny's Good right Wlttl n Wolf.
John Word, arolored hoy, aged fif
teen, slew a wolf which was in the
net of killing a pet poodle, the proper
ty of tlie hoy's mother.
The Words are tenants on land lie
low Waco, Texas, close to the river.
Jane Word, the mother, was washing
clothes nt a spring and tlio poodle was
asleep ten feet from the woman under
a bush, when the big lobo appeared
suddenly and seized the little dog. The
colored woman attacked the wolf, but
wns driven back by tlie savage lirute.
John heard the cries of his mother
and seizing a hatchet ran to the scene
of tlie trouble. A struggle followed,
during which the boy was bitten aud
the wolf slain, the hatchet iu the
hands of the boy proving too much for
the fangs of the wolf.
John Word was paid $3 for tlie wolf
skin by the owner of the land as an
acknowledgment of the services he
rendered in ridding tlie place of a pest.
When tlie fight was over it was found
that the poodle had been fntnlly bitteu
r by tk-8 wolf.—Dallas Morning Post