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CANNIBALISM STILL PTLACTICZD IN THE SOUTH PACIFIC ISLANDS GLADNESS ON THE WAY. , T j I Opinions cf Great Papers on Important Subjects. NEAKI3T3 EXD OF' A' nir.AC'lIE? WHIM iclnlinler il the approaching ox uuA(n of r.nlhrai lie coal I furnished by the Glrard cslalc. When the givi.t phllnn tlrrcplst (Uri! :in important part of hi l'it acy to hr.'::ai:'.t.v v.cs hi hard civil In mis. Mil: lug f iv 'in III: i'i lep si.s iias gone on nmu:i:y lor Nivc.ity jvurs or more. It was formerly the i-,is; :;i i f inihraei'te m'.ne owners to lny aside 10 rents for each ton of coal taken from the ground, which iuiny constituted n sinking fund. When tho mini' should be exhausted tills sinking fund was expected to equal the o'.'l.-liml cost of the properly. But recinlly the Glrard i state has put to the sinking fund account the total selling price of nil the coal mined. That ! to say, if S-1 ,:.'!:. (,() v.vvlh of ecal is ti'.ken out, the $l,0C0,CiO i placid to capital account , as an asset, which has been merely trai srerred from under the ground In the shape of Anthracite tohhove grown! In tho form of money. Only the interest on the $ 1 . m x),X0 Is spent. " Not only Is tills conservative pulley another proof of the exceptional wisdom which lias characterized the man agement of the estate which supplies Glrard College Its life Mood, but It Is a si.ai that .anthracite must now be regarded as a most precious commodity. Philadelphia Tress. JL NO ROOri FOR ANAKCH13T3. OLIjOWING the murder of n priest at the altar in Denver nnd an attempt on the life of the chief of police of Chicago, tho Sec retary of Commerce and Labor sent a cir cular to all commissioners of Immigration and immigrant inspectors, directing them to co-operate with tho police In securing the deportation of all foreign anarchists. The order does not mark the beginning of a new policy, but is In line with the course of the department since the passnpe last year of the new lrnmlgratlon law, which dclii.es anarchy and forbids admission of an archists to the country. Ill-balanced persons who have suffered under the rule of despotic government are pcone to oppose all govern ment and to urge the killing of all public oftlcers. In the United States, where government rests in the hands of the people, there Is not the slightest excuse for even the most unreasonable and unreasoning person to be an anarchist The annrchlcal murders done here are crimes of so horrible a character that It Is difficult to find words adequately to characterize them. The crime of one who Is carried away by passion or out of his senses from strong drink can be comprehended; but when a man In cold blood shoots down another against whom lie has no personal grievance, and no grievance at all save that Ills victim Is a representative of organized society, all the forces of orderly society must be used. If necessary, to bring about his punishment. The anaichist, or the man of his type, is more dan gerous than a pack of wolves running wild the wolves can be seen and shot. He Is like the fer-da-laiu-e. the poisonous rrptlle of Martinique, which strikes without warning and without provocation. The fer-dt-lancc Is killed at sight. The anarchist Is not punished until he has done some overt act, and then only after he has been tried by orderly process and convicted; but he cm he banished from the country If he Is an alien. When the civilized governments unite for his sup presslon, as they must do In tho near future, the an archist will have to abandon his pernicious principles or find refuge In some savage hind where government does not exist. Youth's Companion. T FLAT LIFE AND TUBERCULOSIS. HE example of Paris seems to Indicate that types of domiciles have much to do with the pulmonary health of the people. In deed, a government commission which has been investigating the subject does not hes itate to declare that the appalling prev alence of tuberculosis In Paris Is due chief ly to the general oecupauey of "flats" and apartments. In Loudon, wbcro the mortality from that disease is not half as gieat, such tenements are little known, and cot tage dwellings, with far more light and air, are the rule. Moreover, In Paris, as In New York, many houses seem jf) become infected with tubercular germs, so as to men ace all their occupants. Thus In Paris In 1000 there were 0,573 deaths from tuberculosis, of which 7,807 were In houses in which deaths from the same disease had previously occurrred. Of the latter number 4,838 were In houses in which fewer and 2,000 In houses in which more than five tubercular deaths each had occurred. The sanitary authorities reckon that there are in Paris 6,283 "contaminated" houses, in which occur nearly 30 per cent of the deaths. Thus in one group of 281 houses In twelve streets there were in 1006 no fewer than 114 deaths from the disease, and In 1005 there were 106 in the same houses. New York Tribune. Investigation proTos that cannibalism not only still exists, but that It is prac ticed to-dny in mayle twen ty spots on the earth's sur face. Tho evidence brought to Seattle shows that the j natives on many of the i South Sea Islands of tho I Pacific have never given up their taste for human flesh. Within the- past three or four years these shocking feasts have taken place in tho Solomon group, in the Admiralty Islands, New Guinea, New Hebrides, St. Matthlasi the Fiji Islands mid elsewhere lu tho great western ocean. It 1b only a few months since an authentic rasa of cannibalism was reiortod There's green upon tho hillsides, the willow's branches glow The robin's out there singing, the buds begin to show; The April w inds are blowing last summer's leaves away The world leooiiirs n little more pleasant every day. There's warbling In the hedges, the valleys ring with son, The sun gets busy early and stays on duty long; There's a piping In the marshes, the children shout at play; Tho world becomes a little more pleasant every day. The bridge whist clubs are ending their lnliors for the year; Along the muddy highways dry spots will soon appear; The mnlden In the hammock ere long will blithely sway: The world becomes a little more pleasant 'every day. : ' Chicago Ueeord-IIerald. to the New Zealand authorities from the Solomon Islands. A famous war chief named Onebunga was the chief culprit. A gunboat was Bent to the scene and Chief Onehunga was compelled to pay n fine of indemnity in pearls of a valuo of $50,000 and sign an agreement to abstain hereafter from such orgies. Chief Onehunga is shown at the right of tho picture. Cannibalism In tho Solomon group is common. Tho wives of the Solomon Islanders are their slaves, to fondle or kill, as they please. Should a wife dis please her lord he promptly kills her, and with his remaining wives h feasts upon her remains. Conditions are much the same in the Admiralty group and In New Guinea. In some parts of the latter group the children are taugnt cannibalism at the ago of 0 or 7 years. Native custom does not permit the lutended victim to know his fate. He may have assisted in building the house and launching the canoe. In such event, he Is simply knocked in the head from behind without a word of warntng. The Illustration shows a war canoe of cannibals and cannibal warriors shooting arrows from ambush oooooooooooooooooooooooooa CARRIED OFF BY A TIGER. DEVTUZATTON IN AFRICA. HE ordinarily sober-sided pages of Liberia (which it must be understood is the bul letin of the American Colonisation Society, a survival of tho ante-war attempts to set a backfire on the sweeping flames of abo lition, and now under the wing of the American Missionary Association) are lighted up by this fantastic new word. "Devlllzatlon" Is a pun on "Civilization" and represents its antithesis. The word is a native African product, first seeing the light in the Lagos (Guinea Coast) Weekly Record, in vented to describe the veneer of civilization Imposed on natives of Africa at the whites' points of contact with them. This Lagos publicist finds that "after a century of trial it is fitting that the native should call a halt, and in his own Interest take stock of the result of this foreign system Imposed on him." Boston Transcript oooooocooooooooococooooooo "There ain't but four or five tcr inatters out o the whole basket you brought me yest'd'y that's any good at all," complained the pretty cool;. The celery Is about the poorest I ever seen, too. You can take them Tight back with you. What's the rea sou you can't bring me vegertubles that's half-way fresh?" "Search me," replied the grocery anan. "I always pick you out the best there is lu the store. I know that, nnd the boss picks out the best that there Is In South Water street. I give him special Instructions to, any way." ' I'll have to tell him a few things myself," said the pretty cook. "I'll tell him that he'd better get him a new man to till the orders I give him." "That ain't kind of you, Evelina." said the groccryman, reproachfully. "I know you don't mean It, but It hurts me to hear you speak cross even In fun. These here termatters Is all right as far as I can see. They're soft In places, but that's only because they haven't ripened even. These termat ters come from down south an' the sun shines on them only In spots there. It's ltetter to have 'em soft In spots, though, than to have 'em soft all over." "You take 'em back," said tho cook, tmcompromlslngly. "What's the matter with tho cel ery?" asked tho grocerymau. "Nothln1, only it's green an' stringy," replied the cook. "That's because It wasn't left In the bed long enough," said the grocery man. "You take celery and If It ain't left In the bed until It's white It stays green. You take It upstairs and tuck It under the blankets." "Sinarty!" said the cook. "I ain't smart," said the grocery man. . "I wish I was. What I need is smart wife." "What you need is a little sense," suld the cook. "I've got a scheme, Evelina," said the grocerymau. "What's the matter with me spadln' up a little patch right here in the yard an' pluntlu' a few egertubles In it for you? I could do It Just as well as not an' I'd be tickled to death. I could do it in my spare time an' you could look out o' the winder an' watch me, an' when I got tired I could come In an' set down for a aiiell an' rest myself an' cheer you up." ( "Fine business," said the cook, In differently, carrying her pan of pota toes to the sink. "I could set out some green onions an" some spinach an' teruintters." pur ued the groeeryman, thoughtfully "An I could plant some strliis beiins long the fence an' sow some radish eed an' lettuce an' some parsley an' things for flavorln' au' then you'd have 'em fresh all the time. How does it strike youV" "If they was as fresh as you are it Blight be all right." said tho cook. "Wunst In a while If you had a pie you wanted uie to sample an' tell you If it tasted right I could help you out thut way," suggested tho grocery man. "AH I'd ast you to do would be to wave your li.ind and smile ut of th winder at me ( never Am any garilenin'. but 1 don't see no reason why I couldn't Funny it never struck me before." "You'll hnve somothin' strike you that won't be so funny pretty soon." "That seems to bo about the proper thins," said the groeeryman. "The man out In the garden dlggin' anthe woman In the kitchen, slngln'. I won der if your boss wouldn't give me a Job as outside man." If I thought it would keep you out side I'd be willln' to give you my reckormend," said the cook. "Anyway haven't got no boss. I want you to understand that." I forgot all about you belli the cook for tho moment," said the groc erymau. "Well, I must be goln'. Cheer up, Evelina, an' I'll bring you the celery. Or did you ask for celery Jest bo's I'd come back?" Chicago ally News. . When Kimball Pointed (he War o 111 Own Fotnre As a delineator of the traditional Yankee character Mathias Currier Kimball, more widely known as Yan kee Glunn, long stood without a rival Away back in the early forties, when he was a mere lad, a little incident with Junius Brutus Booth, the elder, started him in his career. Kimball was only 17 years old at the time and was at work as an usher in the Low ell museum. Booth, Who was then in the zenith of his power nnd fame, was billed there for three nights. The play was "Richard III." Kimball had thor oughly studied the play and was con sidered a young man of promising dra matic ability. On the opening night the actor who took tho part of Lord Norfolk failed to show up. Booth was In despair. At last some one suggested For the Sea-IIoraea. The grown-up world Is not much wiser, after all. In Judging tho unknown than was the little girl whoso summing up of the situation Is given in the New York Times. The child is 5 years old, and lives in an Inland town near which tlicre Is no river, nor, in fact, any water but tho Erie Canal. The child's mother made a visit to New York, and on her return was tell ing of her trip down the bay, and of how wonderfully the sea looked to her. Her little girl was listening eagerly. "Tell me Just what tho sea is like, mamma," she said. Hor mother made an effort "There's the beach," she said, "all smooth white saud. You stand on it and look out over tho ocean, and all you can see Is Just water. Just moving water, waves coming In and breaking, nothing but water and sky." The child sat trying to picture it then In an awed Httle whlsjier, asked: "O mamma. Isn't there even a tow- path?" lliu lleat Men. "I can get an English coachman a place twice as quickly as a German or a Yankee coachman," said an employ ment agent "Each country, I find. Is supposed to turn out one kind of work man of peculiar excellence. Thus England's specialty is the stableman. "France's siH'clalty Is the chauffeur, Tho cook, too, Is a siioclalty of France. "Scotland Is noted for its engineers, und In the field of sport for its golf coaches. "The Swiss are considered to be the best watchmakers. It is never any trouble to get a Swiss watchmaker a Job. "The Swedes are the best sailors. "Germans are atu premium as brew ery hands. "Itullans are in demand as plaster workers, a trade wherein they wonder fully excel." Chicago Inter Ocean The Oldest of Professions. An old friend of the family had dropped In to see a young lawyer whose father was still paying his office rent "So you are now practicing law," the old friend said, genially. "No, sir," suld tho candid youth. apjiear to lie, but I am really practicing economy." When a man dies. It la customary to say that ho left a vacancy that will be hard to fill. There isn't any vacan cy left If you take a cup of water out of the river, it leaves no vacancy, SPOILED THE SCENE. It is not often that a person who has been in the claws of a tiger can tell later how tho experience seemed to him. John Bradley, an English iportsman, had the good luck to escape ivith his life from such a predicament Hid in his "Narrative of Travel and Sport" tells what tho sensation was ike. Ho was hunting tigers in the Histern part of Burma when he met ivlth the adventure. Two other Eng ishmen were with him at the time. We marched along carelessly wlth ut observing order, or caution, and Here not prepared to take advantage f Akbar's warntng, when he exclalm td. "Beware, sahib I" and a full grown liger went past us at a gallop. A straggling volley was fired after t, nnd although evidently not struck, he beast stopped, and rearing up on ts hind legs, clawed tho bark of a ;reo Just as a cat scratches the leg f a chair or n table. Mr. Grant and I fired slmultaneous y, but without effect, and before a .bought of tho creature's intention had :lme to flash through my mind, I was lown under its paws. Seizing me by the left thigh, the Jger shook mo as a dog shakes a rat, and then, growling horribly, dragged me at a tremendous rate through the thick undergrowth of the forest. I heard the frightened shouts of my companions and tho report of several shots, and then a dizziness came over me ; but I did not lose consciousness. As I was Jolted through the forest I several times caught hold of the trees; but the tiger, growling fiercely, that young Kimball knew the lines of shook me free in an instant. AU this time, although quite calm ana coiiecieu, I felt a strong desire to preserve my existence, and never ror a woim-ui periemt'd that apathy with regard to the danger that some persons have de scribed under similar circumstances. How long I was in tho Jaws of this brute I cannot tell. It seemed to me an age before the creature stopped. ir mmnnnloca afterward declared that part, and he was cast for It by Booth. Of the1 event Kimball himself said: 'When I went on the stage, I was bad ly rattled. Booth was imperious and stern, which only complicated matters. However, I got along all right until we came to the battle of Bosworth Field. In my hurry I had taken the wrong place on the stage, when Booth contents all over the floor. But it wai not there, and finally she put all thu stuff back In the trunk and searched, elsewhere. At last she found the tiling Bhe had been looking for In the right-hand cori ner of the top drawer of a bureau in another room. She did not seem mucl) annoyed by the unnecessary effort, but the man of tho house spoke up. "Why wouldn't it be' a grand tiling to catalogue things that you "put away,' so that you would know where to find them?" he asked. "An actual catalogue?" asked the mistress, thinking of the boxes and barrels and trunks full of things that she "hated to throw away." "Why not?" demanded the head. "If you would make a catalogue of tho things you put away from time to time, and arrange it alphahetlcaly, say a page or two for each letter, you wouldn't have to go through a dozen or more trunks and boxes when you want ed to find something." "Y-cs," assented tho mistress; "but I generally find what I'm looking for right away." The head did not press the point A little later an anniversary occa sion came round on whloh the mistress wanted to wear great-grandmother's cameo brooch, which she had not worn for ten years. She went to get it out and it was not there. And then : Where could I have put it?" said she. "I was sure it was In the small est sole leather trunk, in that plnk-and-blue box." Then began the search for it, with the brooch, always dearly prized, grow ing dearer every moment that it was missing, and the search took hours and cost great trouble and worry. "Here It is!" the mistress gleefully exclaimed when she found It "Where do you suppose It was all the time?" "Don't know," said the head, who had been wheedled Into the hunt for the brooch. "But If when you put it away you had set down the place where you put it in tho catalogue I spoke to you about, there wouldn't have been all this fuss." "Oh, I always find things sooner or later," returned the mistress. "What hissed out in a whisper, 'Get into your that I had been dragged at least half place.' Then wheeling around he pro- I ft luiie from the spot where was nounced these words In thrilling tones: an,t seized. They followed as fast as 'What thlnkest thou, now, noble Nor- they could run, and althougn I was folk?' That we shall conquer, my unaware of it at the time, never lost lord,' was my reply, "but on my tent this morning early was this paper found.' Booth was marking out the plan of battle on the sand. When I bad finished the lines, he drew his sword and with terrific force struck the paper from my hand, saying, 'A weak invention of the enemy 1' "I was thoroughly frightened at his fearful expression and dodged back, nearly falling to the floor. Booth then repeated the words : 'What thlnkest thou, Norfolk, If the pardon was offered?' "By this time I was completely rat tled and forgot my lines. Booth stood glaring at me like a tiger. The audi ence were holding their breath for the next turn of affairs. Suddenly I real ized that something must be done. My nerve returned, and I think it must have been tho devil thut prompted me to balance myself on one foot and drawl out with Yankee twang: "Well, I don't know, Mr. Booth. It may work !' "Instantly the whole house was In an uproar. As snout arter snout or laughter went up the black cloud on Booth's brow relaxed, and, , wheeling on his heel, he left the stage, shaking his sides with merriment After th play was over he came to me and. placing his hand on my shoulder, said in fatherly tones: 'Young man, you never played tragedy before, did youV Without waiting for a reply be contin ued: Take my advice and never at tempt it again. You are a natural comedian. Take a Yankee character and become Identified with It, ba4 fame and fortune will be yours.' And I fol lowed his advice." sight of the beast. To this circumstance I undoubtedly owe my me, ior naa there been any delay In rendering me assistance, it must have been ratal to me. The moment the tiger halted u re leased my thigh, and seemed to be at tracted by the approach of my compan Ions, although as yet I did not seo them myself. Taking advantage of this release, I tried to escape to the shel ter of somo tall bushes near at hand. In an instant and with a terrible roar the creature pounced upon me, seizing me this time by the shoulder, and at tho same lacerating my chest with its claws. A shot was fired, and I heard the bul let whistle overhead. Fear of hitting me had caused them to aim too high. A second and third shot were equally unsuccessful: and the tiger, again re leasing me, began to lick up tho blood which oozed through my Jacket I be gau to feel very faint, and could not suppress a groan. Several times the Whenever a man get to making money, his kin consider it is their duty to work him for Just as much as he will stand. tiger dubbed his paws, apparently In play, about my face, but did not use its claws, fortunately for me. Presently the beast seemed to be seized with a sudden rage, and began to spit like an angry cat at some one ajproacblng, whose footsteps I could hear,, but whom I could not see, owing to my position, for I was lying flat on my back. There was the sharp bang of a rifle close to my head, heavy weight feel across me, and then I comprehended that my friend was pulling me from under the dead body of the tiger. Peter sat in his cell trying to think. Thoughts came slowly to Teter. He did not like them. It had become sec ond nature to him to let others do the thinking. Prior to his three days' in carceration in the solitary on a rery low diet he bad been rather given to mental calculations with a view to making trouble for the Jail officials. But these processes had brought him woe and a dismal experience, and he wisely decided to exist and obey with out further brain work. However) that was long before and well-night forgotten. Since then he had eaten, slept, and made heels in the shot shop, and now was rather ap palled at the prospect of sieedy re lease. Therefore he sat upon Ills cot and gave way to unpleasant rumination. An old young man was Peter, and of stolid countenaueo. ills form was stal wart, and It Is perhaps unnecessary to state that ho wore his hair short and his clothes of one pattern. "Time's 'bout up," he reflected. "What now? Git out git full awlpe somethln' git back. Good place, an' winter comin' on. Can't do better." This moral and ambitious perspect ive was evidently satisfactory. His heavy mouth wrinkled into the sem blance of a grin. Light sentence were his one hope in life. Outside that he did not go. Ho had no taste for great crimes and penitentiaries. A kindly House of Correction was not a bad sort of home, and be was willing to work. Beyond a disposition to ascertain the temper of his keepers before settling dowu, he was considered a good pris oner, and had a grim sense of humor, as tho following episode shows. The visiting clergyman (there was no regular chaplain) had called and labored with him. He might as well have talked to a mummy. Upon his disappointed departure Peter shouted after him: "HI 1 parson, you've forgot worried tnd was thinking we might yur watch," and hold it out through have been burglarized and not have B0 u aaa 1,111 t,lu n,,t T(H knnum If "YniitVa Cnmngnlnn OlldCt taktn it Off the chain. For tills ne passca twelve nours in a ciarK ceil, Apple Pie nnd Jastiee. where, as the warden suggested, he The routine of the criminal - bourt might guess the time of day. Ono hour proceedings had beeu marked by only 'of this punishment was spent in grin one unusual incident, and that was the t the remembrance of his vlslt- alacrlty with which a certain hard rs facial expression ; tne rest, in sleep character was sentenced, for sixty days on the hard floor. Upon the whole he to the workhouse. "Judge," observed acwea n am noi pay. the district attorney at the close of the From time to time rumors reached dreary session, "you seem to relish the his ear (how they got around Is a mys- prlvllege of sending that man to the tery) of a man who called upon thoso workhouse. Did his case impress you?" about to be liberated, and this person Now, look here," whispered the Judge as he beckoned tho attorney aside, "that man Is a worthless fellow, always drunk and never contributes a cent to the support of his wife, who Is a most deserving woman. I feel sorry for her, and whenever he Is in prison she comes to our home and assists my wife In the kitchen. And," chuckled the Judge as he tapped tho attorney's shoulder cheerfully, "she does know how to bake apple pie." Argonaut The man who Is always contemplat ing never gets any work done. A HOUSEHOLD HINT. Article Put Away to Keep Should Be Alphahetlcallr 'alrd. The mistress of the horise wu look lug for something that she bad put away safely and securely. She thought . she bad put it In a certain trunk, ami I mufd that trunk and scattered the Fnll ol Ilenilataeeuee. At the different army stations In the West It Is tho practice for tho officers on leaving their post for some distant station to sell off everything they do not care to keep. In connection with this custom In "Reminiscences of a Soldier's Wife" Mrs. Elleu Blddle tells an amusing story. There whs a very estimable woman living at the garrison, a veritable Mrs. Malaprop. She told us of some Jew elry she had lost, and among the things was a topaz chain with a beau tiful "pendulum." The lady had an auction before she left, after her hnshnml's death, and when some silver-plated knives were put up for sule she rose and In a sob bing voice said : "Oh, dear, no! lean not sell them! They huve been In dear John's mouth too often!" If your mofher was one of the kind who let the children play with every thing lu tho house, you bad a Bk1 time, but you huven't any heirlooms. Somehow, we always tlUUko to a cook smoke or chew tobacco. held for him a faint curiosity. Would he come to seo him Peter Mogley? There was something out of the or dinary about this man ; the recipients of his attentions did not come back. When discharged, they marched away with their heads up, a highly foolish position in Peter's mind as giving op portunities for recognition. Yes, ty half hoped this person might descend upon Im ere his departure. Very prol ably he was a"softy" who could be worked In some way, and for that rea son tho boys liked him. It was a Sunday afternoon, and Mr. Mogley reiHMHxl u;on his bed. Steps came ringing down the corridor. "Here's your man," came a keeper's olee. "Harmless, but no good Tho door clanged open. Peter sat up, blinking. A stranger stepped in, The door closed. "Ono hour. hV," said tho guard. "I'll be near. If you re ready before that, leak." Tlie prisoner regarded his companion stonily, half insolently. Ho was s thick set, well drcsM-d Individual with a big mustache. "Taln't the 'softy.'" thought Peter, "Who's he. I wonder?" The visitor sat on tho bed, stuck his kamlH In his pockets without uttering to cram) Motley's expectant paw, and searched him with a keen gray eye. "Well," he liegtm, "had enough of It my boy? Going out rest week. I hear, What's your plan?" "None o yours." responded Peter surlily. "Wlm iihkcd to see you?' The mau lau.'he J. ' My name 1 Shcf field,". ho said. "Your's Is Mogley, i believe. Well, Mogley, I don't wait for invitations when I want a man." Peter Jumped. 'There's nothln' hang in' over me," he made haste to say. "You can't take me." "Nothing, eh? I've looked up your record. Thnt's hanging over you. The whip of the law is banging over you. You don't mean to be honest when you leave. That's hanging over you I The great hand of almighty God is hanging over you." His voice was Intensely earnest. "Some kind, of parson, after all. I took ye for a dotective," grunted Peter. "No, neither," said the man quietly. "I'm an ex-eonvlct" He put out his hand, and the other took It wonderlng ly, noticing the little finger was gone. Sheffield pushed apart his thick gray hair, and disclosed a deep scar. "Got that In Sing Sing, trying to escape," he observed. "Look beret" withdrawing his hand from Mogley's and rolling trp his sleeve. The brawny arm showed a ragged old cicatrix. "Auburn," he add ed, sententlously. "I was a ten-year roan there burglary, and attempt at murder. Why, my lad, as I say, I've looked you up. You're a tomb beside what I was. To-day I'm a well-flxed, respectable citizen. I've come to make you one. That'a why I'm here." Mogley was staring at htm in a sort of fascination, the attraction of the big boy for the little one. He felt suddenly small and weak be Peter Mogley. Then he recovered himself. "No use," lie replied, doggedly. "I'm no good." "No good! Don't say that, ntsnl You've health and hands. A heart, too. All you need Is a chance and the wish to be decent. I'll see you get that chance, but you must do the rest Think of what I was with the chains on and ' then tell me you're no good. That's nonsense.'' "How did you do it?" The prison er's eyes were shining with eagerness. A good, strong man, Owl's help, and hard work that's how. My boy, I was utterly hopeless, perfectly desperate, a hardened criminal brute when the doc tor came fifteen years ago. I cursed him. x He came again. Still I cursed him. Still he kept coming. He ham mered right at one thing that I'd got to bo a man it was in me. Says he, 'Jim, before I die, you'll come to me and soy, "Doctor, I've done it" There's ' hopo and everything for you,' says he. 'Try for both our sokes, try!'," Shef field's deep voice broke. "And the next I heard, ho was dylug doctor dying. I'll never forget that night It cauio over nie then what he'd done. And the pneumonia got him coming over in the storm to see me." The man stopped, lost In recollection, clinching his bands. "No matter," he . -went on presently.- "I can't tell this but my time was up, and I got to him , and and, weak as he was, be saw me. Says I, 'Doctor, I've done it !' and bawled llko a baby, right on my knees by nis bed, his thin hand patting my cropped head and blin whispering, 'I knew you would, Jim. I knew it was In you.' . . "And it's in all of us!" He rose, and put his fist on Peter's shoulder, almost making him wince. "I had nearly for-: gotten you, lad. Take this card. The; minute you get out, come right to me. For ten years now I've been setting ths boys on their feet, and I tell you this: Out of hundreds I've helped, only a few have gone back. You won't be one of that crowd, wll you?" Mogley's stolid face was working strungely. "No! so help me God I" he said huskily. "I never felt like trytn' afore." And you'll surely come?" Sure! There can't nothing keep me from It. Mr. Shedleld, you you " 'Well?" That Is, you dou't never get down and suy a prayer like " "I 1 ain't much of a hand at that. You do It ulone. Perhaps when you're up at the house I can say something. Not here the keeper s coming. Good by !" ! "Good-by, friend. Soy, one word more did did your doctor get well?" . Yes, the Ixrd be thanked, he did. Twas a hard pull, but be fetched It Keeper!" I'm ready." "All right sir." Again the clang of an iron door and iteps ringing along the corridor. In the neat general repair shop at Pell flcti! Kits an Industrials mau, who whistles at his work. Over the door swings a great sign, "Peter Mogley. All Kinds of Itepaliii-g." Ho stops his time to spiak to tru asslstunt ' "Billy, bring ne Mr. SIieiReld's umbrella. That's got to be done first of aR. Then I'm going home to trot that baby of mine while his mother's getting supper. You tn lacti Ui." C E. Wovld.