AL DIRECTORY
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Silas Holcomb
’ K. E. Moore
'"'..J. A. Piper
' J.S. Bartley
;'EuKOue Moore
A. S. Churchill
. <1. H. Hassell
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,, ate UNIVERSITY.
I.-‘"ir^V^olIZ.
fc'.'u.lcearneyiM.J.Hull.
r; /; RS8I0NAL.
MIindorson, ot Omaha;
’'"■wtrlot.J.BB.rode
Third. 3oo. I). Mlkel
laiin'i". Fifth, W. E. And
PIC! AH y.
.Samuel Maxwell
l ji'.jjro I’ost and T. L. Norval
II JUDICIAL D^TKICT.
M. H Klnkald, of O Neill
.1. J. Kinj! of O Neill
Hiirtow of Ohadron
A u Warrick, of O'Neill
js-n OFFICES.
O'NCILL.
. John A. Harmon.
Klmor Williams.
COUNTY.
.Oeo McCutcheon
V'ourt.'....John Sklrvlner
ruioourv .. M i v.l I It. ■
■ ...O. M.Collin*
. .1.1’. Mullen
..Ham Howard
- ...11111 llethea
“ ..Mike McCarthy
....Chas Hamilton
..Chas O’Neill
. \V. K. Jackson
Mrs. W. K. Jackson
... Dr. Trueblood
.. M. F. Norton
. H. E. Murphy
I'l'Kli VloUlte.
.Frank Moons
.Wilson Brodle
... W. F. Elsele
....Guorge Eckley
.U. 11. Maben
...A. 8. Eby
. ....A. C. Purnell
. ....D. G. Koll
. John Dickau
.U. B. Kelly
'• . .K.J. Hayes
.'....K. Slay maker
. .K. 11. Murray
. .8. L. Conger
.John Hodge
. .Wm. Lell
..'..E. J. Mack
.’.'.George Kennedy
.John Airs
. I ames Gregg
. ,.F. W. Phillips
. A. Oberle
.Hugh O’Neill
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.,.l). C. Blondln
.John Wertz
... 11. C. Wine
,T, E. Doolittle
.. J. B. Donohoe
... G. H.Phelps
.J. E. While
.A. O. Mohr
7Y OF O'NEILL.
K. J. Mack; Justices, E. H.
s. M. Wagers; Constables, Ed.
Perkins Brooks.
SC1LMEN—FIRST WARD.
mrs.—I). H. Cronin. For one
IcEvony.
SECOND WARD.
«rs—Alexander Marlow. For
ike Pfund.
THIRD WARD.
srs—Charles Davis. For one
Merriman. i
CITY OFFICBRS.
F. Biglin; Clerk, N. Martin;
John McHugh; City Engineer
tv; Police Judge, II. Kautzman;
>iice, Charlie Hall; Attorney,
; Weighinaater, Joe Miller.
1TTAN TOWNSHIP.
it. J. Hayes; Trearurer. Barney
!lerk, J. Sullivan; Assessor, Ben
at Ices, M. Castello and Chas.
stables, John Horrisky and Ed.
;k1 overseer dist. 'Mi, Allen Brown
'im KnrJglit.
RELIEF C0MNI8SI0N.
iming first Monday in Febru
'car, and at such other times as
ecssary. ltobt. Gallagher, Page,
\m. Bowen, O’Neill, secretary;
Atkinson.
K'K’8 CATHOLIC CHURCH,
every Sabbath at 10:30 o’clock,
’assldy, Postor. Sabbath school
toliowing services.
BIST CHURCH. Sunday
!es-preaching 10:30 a. m. and 7:i»
No. 1 y::«j a. m. Class No. 2 (Ed
rue)ii:;Wp.M. Class No. 3 (Child
u. Mind-week services—General
[ting Thursday 7:30 p. m. All will
u>‘ume. especiallv strangers.
E. E. HOSMAN, Pastor.
“lts Sw. J.C. Haknibh, H. P
[--helmet lodge, u. d,
ntion every Monday at 8 o'clock p,
fellows' hall. Visiting brethern
,„TV T. V.GOLDEN, C.C.
Allrv- k.ofh. and 8.
kuKK a u1"-*1 ’I, V UOIITEUI
month in UddVKefiowi' UaU.3
1’OST NO. 86. The Gen. John
* <n*t, No. Department of Ne
• «., will meet the first and third
filing ot each month in Masonic
S. J. Smiih, Com.
ItN \ ALLEY LODGE, I. O. O.
tJs., Wednesday evening in
attend' ' 81tin* brothers cordially
,Ki-C. L. BnionT, Sec.
V meetS™'11 MENT NO. 30.1
each .n,m,Kry 8<coond and fourtl
month in Odd Fellows' Hal)
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L
TRET’S GREAT LEAP.
RET was about
twelve yeara old,
and she was a little
beauty. Whenever
I stopped at Old
Ferguson’s cabin, I
found Tret the sun
shine and joy of the
lonely place. Her
mother was dead.
, Tret could not' re
member her mother,
as she had been no
more than a babe when Mrs. Ferguson
died.
The girl was small, but still she was
wonderfuly developed.
She had the nerve of a man, and her
strength and quickness were really as
tonishing.
Sometimes she would laughingly In
vite me to feel of her muscle.
Old Ferguson was a reserved man,
rather sullen and suspicious toward
strangers.
Still, he seemed to be educated, and I
wondered why he lived there In that
lonely mountain hut, so far from civll
'zatlon.
There was something strange about It.
One time I asked him:
"Why don’t you move to Bozeman or
Helena? What is your Idea of living
here where nobody can find you?"
He shot me a queer look.
“Mebbe that’s what I want," he
grunted.
"What?”
"Nobody to find me."
If I had not known him wellr I might
have taken that as a hint; but I knew I
was always welcome at Ferguson’s.
“You seem to forget Little Tret,” I ex
postulated. “It Is scarcely right to
bring her up here without' any advan
tages.”
“Waal, I dunno ’bout that,” he re
turned. “Gals brought up in big places
don't alwus turn out for the best; an’
thar haln’t no temptations ter Tret
hyar. She kin enjoy the free air, the
sunshine, the birds an’ flowers, an' I
won’t hev ter watch fer snakes all ther
time—human snakes, I mean.”
"But her schooling-”
"Say, Swift, you’ll muddle me all up,
an’ get me ter thlnkln o’ things as I
don’t keer to. I wish yovfd drop It.”
And he would never talk on the sub
lect again.
In the course of time I came to sur
mise there was a mystery connected
with old Ferguson’s life, and that he
lived In that secluded spot for a reason.
But I never questioned him.
I knew It would be useless.
In time, however, he partly revealed
hlB secret.
He had an enemy—a deadly foe—
who had hunted him for years.
He did not explain why the man was
his enemy; but I came to suspect that
the dead Mrs. Ferguson had something
to do with it.
“Ther onery Whelp’ll And me ag’ln
some day!” the hermit declared. “When
he does thar's goln’ ter be a recker
nin'.”
I had not seen Ferguson and his
pretty daughter for six months.
Passing that way, I sought the se
cluded cabin.
The door was open and swinging In
the breeze.
Something looked wrong about the
place.
I sprang from my horse, but no one
met me at the door.
Then I hurried into the cabin.
There was a huddled figure sitting on
a stool In one corner.
As I entered the figure moved, and a
haggard, ghastly face, with wildly-glar
ing eyes, looked up at me.
There was no recognition in those
eyes.
Yet Ferguson was before me.
"For God’s sake, what is the matter,
man?” I cried aghast.
He mumbled something I did not un
derstand.
I leaped forward and caught him by
the shoulder, giving him a fierce shake.
“What’s happened? Tretty—”
“Gone!"
"Gone where? Dead?”
"Worse!”
I saw the man was almost perished
from exhaustion and hunger.
First I gave him a little watered
&TILL CLINGING TO THE OPEN
UMBRELLA.
whisky, and then I made him eat some*
thing.
"Now tell me what has happened?"
I commanded.
His shaking hands fumbled in his
pockets, and he brought out a scrap of
dirty paper.
On the paper, scrawled by a lead
pencil, were these words.
‘T've found you at last, Harris! Tou
stole the mother, now I will steal the
daughter. You'll never see your girl
again, and Ben Raven has his revenge.
She’s mine, and you know what I mean
by that.”
"Explain it!” was my demand. "How
came you by this?”
“Found it hyar.”
“When?”
“Week ago. Was away six hours.
Came back—found that—Tret gone!
I’ve hunted everywhar! I’ll never see
my little girl ag’in!’’
I knew Ferguson was an expert trail
er. and he was familiar with the moun
tains.
It looked as If his enemy had
triumphed.
But I did my best to g!v» him new
life and courage.
I kept at him till he was in much bet
ter shape than when I found him.
Then we went out to search for the
kidnaped girl.
The reader may not believe In luck,
but I do. I have aeen too many strange
freaks of cards not to believe In It.
Luck was with us that day.
Old Ferguson had scoured the moun
tains all about, and he did not believe
his child was within hundreds of miles
of hts cabin.
We were riding through a canyon
about twenty-live miles from the cabin.
At our left ran a strong, deep stream.
On either hand the walls of the can
yon rose perpendicularly.
A sudden scream caused us to look up.
On the opposite side of the stream,
far up the face of the canyon wall, was
a big black opening.
In the blackness of this opening a
figure suddenly appeared.
"It's Tret!”
Ferguson shouted the words, clutch
ing my arm.
Then something astounding hap
pened.
The girl suddenly opened a huge um
brella, and, In another moment, clinging
fast to the handle, she sprang out from
the opening.
As she did this a man came Into view,
and clutched at her.
He mlssM.
Then we saw him reeling on the verge,
trying to gain his balance once more.
Like a flash Ferguson flung up his
rifle, and fired.
With a hoarse shriek of horror the
man fell outward, and came whirling
He passed the girl, who was descend
ing swiftly but steadily, still clinging
to the open umbrella, which served as
a parachute.
Into the river I urged my horse.
The man had struck with a great
splash, and disappeared.
The girl followed.
She relinquished the umbrella and
swam toward me.
I picked her up.
Little Tret was saved.
She told us her story as we sat befort
the open Are in Old Ferguson's cabin
that night.
The man had taken her to a cave
which was the retreat of several ruf
fians and robbers.
Their booty was stored there.
Amid the stuff was a big government
umbrellu.
The regular entrance to the cave was
guarded, but they did not guard the
opening Into the canyon, as there
seemed no possibility of any one enter
ing or leaving that way.
Tret had heard of parachutes, and
she conceived a desperate plan for es
cape.
Raven was tormenting her when she
was driven to put her plan to the test.
It happened we were passing at that
very moment.
Whether Ferguson's bullet reached
his enemy or not could not be known,
but certain It is that Raven disap
peared, and never troubled Little Tret
or her father afterward.
*>/Belng satisfied his enemy was dead,
'■/Ferguson" resumed his right name of
Harris, and moved to. Bozeman.
There Tret attended school, and she
Is now one of the most cultured and
charming young ladles of the place.
LOSING THE EMPEROR.
Why Napoleon Was Angry and Refosed
to Ride.
As to Maj. Poppleton’s letter, dated
March 15, 1817, It may be stated that
some little sensation had recently been
occasioned In the Island by the reputed
“losing" of Napoleon by that officer
when accompanying him on one of hls
daily rides, says the Gentleman's
Magazine.
Alluding to this circumstance Maj. P.
writes:
¥yilu rugaru iu my encounter witn
his majesty, It Is erroneously stated.
We never exchanged a syllable. In con
sequence of his riding at a very great
rate I lost sight of him altogether, but,
being perfectly satisfied as to his ulti
mate safety, I did not trouble myself
about him, but left him to return to
Longwood when he pleased. This he
did in due course. I afterward related
what had happened 10 Admiral Sir
George Cockburn and he desired of me
"If we rode out again not to lose sight
of the emperor, but to ride near him.’
In the course of a day or two he (Bona
parte) sent to me to say he wished to
ride. I sent word to him that I should
attend him with pleasure, but that for
the future I should ride near him if I
chose, not as his servant; that X should
behave toward him with every delicacy
possible; that I would not Interrupt
nor listen to his conversation, and If a
wish were expressed by him to be left
alone it should be complied with. The
horses were Immediately unsaddled,
his breakfast equipage was unloaded
' and he gave out that he was unwell.
We have never ridden together since.
A most terrible business was made of It
all. but not a word of truth in the whole
of it. The French officers who were
with him were determined at that time
to misrepresent everything and to make
him dislike the English. In this they
completely succeeded for a length of
time, but Napoleon has for some time
past been of a contrary opinion and ex
pressed himself highly pleased with my
self personally. I have no doubt but
that all I desired to be told him was
misconstrued.”
An Indignant Mother.
"Look here,” said a lodger to his land
lady, “your daughter has been using
my comb and brush again!”
“I beg your pardon,” said the land
lady, indignantly. "I never allow my
children to meddle with my lodgers'
belongings In any way.”
"But I am sure she has been using
them.” said the lodger, "for there are
long black hairs on them and she Is
the only person with black hair In the
house.”
"Oh, now I remember, she did hav'
them to comb and brush our dear olft
poodle,” said the landlady, "but I am
quite sure she did not use them for her
self—she’s too honest to be guilty of
that sort of thing.”
Strange, but True,
Nearly all of us complain of the
shortness of time, and yet most of us
us have much more than we know
what to do with. Our lives are spent fn
doing nothing at all or In doing noth*
Ing to the purpose, or in doing some
I thing that we ought not to do. We aie
• always complaining that our days are
few, but acting as though there would
be no end to them.
... ...
W. K, Vanderbilt, L*vl T. mMh nl
Theodor* A. limmtfm
Vf R. Vanderbilt and Leri P. Mor*
ton are firm believer* in the saying
that a chicken born in Marah is bet
ter morally and physically than a
chlckcu whose birthday comes in any
other month. Vanderbilt has a fine
chicken farm at Oakdale, and the ex
vice president has one at Rhinebeek.
Mr. Morton has six incubators and Mr,
Vanderbilt has four. Sometimes they
meet and compare notes, and Mr.
Vanderbilt maintains that he can
raise just as many chloks with his
four "machines,’ as Mr. Morton oaa
with his six. .Mr. Morton has had
more experience than his rival. He
started to raise chioks according to the
primeval plan of a fat and con
tented hen and thirteen eggs—a
larger or smaller number would
"hoodoo" the whole “setting”—and
some of his early earnings were made
by carrying eggs to market in a little
New Hampshire town. When he pur
chased his farm at Rhinebeek he went
in for blooded cocks as well as blooded
cattle. Mr. Morton favors Wyan
dottes and bantams, while Mr. Van
derbilt favors Leghorns and Plymouth
Rocks.
j.neodore A. Uavemcyer, the sugar
magnate, has also a number of inou
bators at his farm at Wahwah, and
raises high-class fowls. He entered
some of them at a recent poultry
show in New York, but they were
not very successful. It is said that
Mr. Morton was not exactly sorry.
All three of the millionaires raUe
chickens for market.
but if Mr. Uavemeyer, Mr. Vander
bilt and Mr. Morton were not promi
nent men, they would hardly be con
sidered in the race, at least as to the
number of chickens they raise. Long
island, New Jersey, Southern Con
necticut and Westchester county are
festooned with henneries. The pro
prietors are not men of wealth, but
they are trying to acquire wealth in
the poultry business.
THE FATE OF A FOOL MULE.
ft Would Have a Quarrel With the Old
Bull and Lott by it.
There is a dead mule back in Ken
tucky, a sun-colored, fool mule. For
a long time this mule and a swagger
young bull have lived on the farm of
the Benedictine monks, beyond Cov
ington.
When the brothers rose one recent
morning there was an unearthly
sound in the pasture lot below the
monastery. It was the mule and the
bull fighting. The blood ran in
streams from the bull’s nose and
mouth. The mule was unhurt. He
was moving On a pivot, with his heels
ever toward the big, angry brute on
the circumference of the circle trod
den in the grass.
Suddenly, with lowered head and a
bellow like thunder, the bull rushed
at the mule. There was a flash at
steel, a thud, and the bull was on his
knees, the mule was on the kick.
Time and again the bull went down
before the mule’s lightning feet
Once more he made the rush, then re
tired, seemingly beaten.
The mule looked about, shook him
self and began to eat grass. The first
time his eyes had left the bull the
latter saw his chance. When he had
finished with the mule there was
scarcely enough left to bury.
One of the monks said he was a fool,
like any other mule; then they killed
the bull to put him out of his misery.
Strong Perfumes.
Strong perfumes are decidedly in
jurious to the sense of smell. By
their frequent use the secretory
glands of the nose and throat are
overtaxed and weakened. Some day
the person observes that the hearing
Is less acute than usual, and the sense
of smell seems defective. This is, of
course, credited to a cold, and but
little is thought of it. After u time,
the entire head becomes affected,
and there are throat and lung com
plications which are likely to end in
chronic, if not fatal, illness. Smell
ing salts are a prolific cause of deaf
ness; ail strong and pungent odors,
particularly those which'act upon the
secretory processes, should be avoided
as far as possible.
On a Summer Might.
The Norwegian summer-night festi
val is duly observed on the 81st of
June. In the evenings—if evening it
may be called, for oue can read a
newspaper at midnight quite as well
as by daylight—bonfires are lighted
on all tlie mountain peaks; the fjords
are covered with all manner of craft
decked with lanterns, and burning
tar-barrels, discharging fireworks
etc.; and all the people in the boats—
for the Norwegians are a very musi
cal people—sing gaily. No one ever
thinks of going to bed on this north
ern summer night, in which there is
no darkness. From the boats the
•merry-makers adjourn to the islands
and danct and sing until morning
A Canadian National Park.
There is a movement in Canada for
having a national park created in the
Nepigon country in order that the
trout fishing may be eternally per
petuated. The movers hope to see
five miles of the Nepigon river north
of Lake Superior set apart and
guarded and the river kept stocked
with fish.
Constituted an Alibi.
Among the Saxons a person accused
of crime would clear himself by
means of compurgators—that is to
say, he induced twelve persons to
come in and swear to his good repu
tation and that they did not believo
him guilty.
She Was Mot Musical.
Teacher—Tommy, what was Nero’s
greatest act of cruelty.
Tommy—Playin’ the fiddle, mum.
Teacher—Take your place at the
head, Thomas. —Texas Siftings.
AMERICAN RECKLESSNESS.
A rimknu Itri Wi Aim All Bleh
Who Know* OnlliMi
A Frenchman who haa been travel*
lng in this country aays that what
atruok him moat in the United States
waa the American habit of filling1 the
teeth with gold. About *300,000 worth
of gold is thus used every year, he
says, all of which,of course, Is burled.
So he figures that at the end of three
centuries the cemeteries of America
will contain gold to the value of *150,*
000,000. "I am afraid,” lie adds,
‘•that this will prove too tempting to
the praotlcal mind of tho future
American, and we shall see the day
when companies will bo organized
to mine the cemeteries and recover
the gold secreted in the jaws of dead
ancestors.” The writer then goes on
and figures up the average amount of
gold in the teeth of each dead person
He has evidently been consulting the
record of vital statistics, for he says
that 875,000 people died in the United
States in J88U. This would bring the
value of gold In each dead person's
teeth to an average of about sixty
five and three-fourth oents, and he
thinks that in well crowded ceme
teries the mining of this gold could
be carried on profitably despite the
small average value.
CAN'T BUY THE BARGAINS.
Saleswoman Not A Hawaii to Taka Ad>
vantage of llargaln Salaa.
I naked a young' saleswoman who
served me In a large shop tho othei
day whether the employes of tho es>
tublishment were allowed to take ad*
vantage of the “bargain sales” In
buying goods.
“I can’t speak for any other places,
was her reply, “but I know that we’re
not.
“Why, what chance would the pub
lic have after we’d had a whack at
tho counter?
“There are over 600 women and
girls employod here, and the cream
of the bargains would be gone before
the customers had fought their way
through the front door.
“Of course, If we’re smart we can
send poople here to buy for us.
“One girl did this some time ago,
but her friend got lost In the shuffle
and couldn’t crowd her way to the
counter.
“So Mary Ann—she worked next to
me—got so wild that she gathered up
the things that she wanted and waved
em at the woman as much as to say:
’Come on, why don’t you?’
“But the floorwalker saw the whole
business, and it was ‘good-by, Mary
Ann.’” __
THE OLD LOO 8HANTY.
It Is Giving Way to the Tenement la
the Cun) Region.
One charm of the anthracite coal re
gion of Pennsylvania has almost dis
appeared, and that is the comfortable
and even picturesque log shanty of
the Irish miner. The best of these
were well chinked from the weather,
and within their flattened logs were
whitewashed and spotless. The floor
was scrubbed until it was nearly as
white as the walls. On one side was
a great fireplace, with a large grate
piled high with perhaps 100 pounds of
glowing anthracite. Wrinkled old
Irish women, in the whitest of
starched caps, sat in front of the grate
knitting stout blue woolen stockings.
To the tiny breaker boys coming
heme on winter nights after a
hard day’s work these shan
ties, with their cheerful flres,
were welcome resting places,
where they might stand in front of
the Are unrebuked while black
streams ran from their grimy boots
over the shining floor. The shanties
have given place to formal tenements,
and the Irish miners are retreating
before thousands of even poorer la
borers from continental Europe.
Pea and Ink Untaihlonabla.
A new fashion that is just begin*
fling to grow in vogue is thatof writ
ing letters in pencil rather than with
pen and ink, and when onee it is
fairly established it is doubtful
whether anything but legal docu
ments and business papers that must
be preserved will ever be prepared in
the old style. Letters are generally
shorter nowadays than they formerly
were; are more hastily written, more
frequent and seldom worth keeping
for any length of time. They are not
the elaborate efforts of bygone days,
that were often cherished for their
intrinsic worth. The pencil, which is
far more convenient than tbo pen, is
taking its place in the great mass of
casual correspondence
AN APT SCHOLAR.
He Knew Philadelphia's Strongest i'a
trlotlc Point.
The class in geography was reciting
and there were several visitors. The
subject for the day was the state of
Pennsylvania. “Now, children,” said
the teacher, “who can bound Pennsyl
vania?”
Half a dozen hands went up and
waved wildly in the air and a little
girl gave the boundaries of the state
correctly.
“What is the largest city in Penn
sylvania?” asked the teacher.
□ “Philadelphia!” shouted the little
boy with the jersey suit.
“Now,” continued the teacher,
“who can tell me what building there
is in Philadelphia about which no true
American should think without a
glow of love and patriotism? What
building is there which we should all
revere and which is the pride of every
loyal son of the United States?”
This was a poser and no one an
swered for a time. Finally a boy
who sat on the front row raised his
hand. “Well,” said the teacher, ‘ you
may tell, Sammy Einstein.”
“Der mint!" shouted Sammy, tri
umphantly._
Dr. Price’s Cream Baking Powder
Awardad Gold Modal Mid winter Fair. San Frandaca
PAINLMS PBNTIWTWY.
Had an Bsparlanoa irilh Uo|khi|
Oa* and Will Never For|«t It,
"Hoes It hurt very much to have
• tooth pulledP” inquired a Boston
Herald man of a dentist.
"That depends," was the reply.
"If the affected tooth happens to be
a molar, with the roots at right an
gles with eaoh other or If It Is de
cayed so as to loavo the nerve un
covered or If It Is worn down even
with the gums, so that It is neces
sary *o dig the flesh away In ordar to
get u good hold with the foroeps,
then the chanoes are that you will
kick a little."
Then the tall man trembled from
head to foot, and in a shaking voice
said: "What do you think of that
onoP” accompanying his words by
opening his mouth to its fullost ex
tent and indicating with his finger
the soat of his trouble.
The doctor took up a small Instru
ment with a little round looking
glass at one ondv and, returning it
Into the cavern that yawned before
him, made a caroful inspection of the
interior.
"That looks llko a stubborn old
follow," remarkod the doctor, as he
replaced the instrument upon the
working table.
"What would you advlseP" timidly
inquired the tall man.
"Laughing gas," replied the
doctor.
"Will I be oblivious to the
pain?"
•Tiii aroiy bo.
The tall man settled himself In the
operating chair, and the doctor In
sorted between the patient's teeth au
old ehampagno cork. Then he placed
a funnql-shuped pleeo of rubber over
tho tall man’s mouth and nose, and
told him to breathe heavily. Gradual
ly consciousness gave away under
tho influence of the gas, but not
until the man to be operated upon
had suffered the sensation of being
smothered under an old-fashioned
feather pillow.
The tall man was now In dream
land. He first imagined that he was
on his way to the world's fair and
when the train was on a down grade
and going sixty miles an hour the
wheels left the track. The air
brakes broke and the cars rushed
along at a terrible speed. It was
with the greatest difficulty that the
dreamer kept in his berth. Tremen
dous jolting was caused by the
wheels running over the ties. The
suspense was something awful; the
wreck of tho train was Inevitable.
The car was filled with the shrieks
of the terrified passengers, mingled
with the crash of glass and the rat
tle of the train. Suddenly there was
a deafening report and a tremendous
concussion, and tho cars appeared to
crumble away.
The tall man found himself in
total darkness, but suddenly, to his
horror, ho discovered a streak of
lurid flame through the wreckage,
which told him that he would be
roasted alive if immediate succor
did not roach him. He could hear
voices directly over him, but do as
he would not a sound eould he utter.
The flames were making rapid pro
gress toward the place where he was
confined, and their hot breath was
beginning to singe his whiskers
Then came tho crash of ao axe direct
ly over his head. The first blow
struck him squarely in the back of
tho neek, and he felt that his time
had surely come. The next one out
off his left ear, and the third opened
up a space in his cranium the size of
a saucer. The fire had now crept up
to his feet, and the left one was
slowly roasting, when another blow
from tho axe, greater than all the
rest, knocked his head clean from his
body. He experienced a singular
buzzing In his ear; there was a gleam
of light in the distance and with a
bound he returned to consciousness.
The doctor was standing over him,
holding a double tooth in his for
ceps.
“That was an old stager, and no
mistake. How he did hang! It took
nil my strength to dislodge him,"
und the doctor wiped his dripping
forehead with his handkerohlef.
••Where a-a-am IP" were the first
words of the tall man.
“Why, right here in my office,”
responded the doctor. “You would
have bad a tough time if you hadn't
takea the gas.”
“Well, if it had been rougher than
It actually was I would now be a
corpse," and the tall man paid the
$1.50, and went out Into the street
feeling as If he had been walking in •.
a treadmill for a week.
Traveling la nog.
First American—Have a gooi time
abroad?
Second American—Fine. I trav
eled Incog. Went where I pleased
and escaped the vulgar curiosity of
the gaping crowd.
“KhP How did you travel?"
“Incognito, 1 said. I didn’t let
'em know I was a rich American.
Just pretended I wasn’t anybody
but an ordinary English lord.—New
York Weekly.
Shifting the Keepoaalbllltr.
“But I don’t see how you ever col
lected that $5,000 insurance on his
life when you had previously man
aged to get him on the pension list
for injuries received during the
war,” observed the friend of the
family.
■•The hand of Providence was in
it,” said the widow, with a gentle
•igh of resignation.
Lather'* t*l*u of Education*
In 1528 Luther and Melanchthon
drew up a scheme of popular educa
tion which was followed in the Her
man schools for seventy-five years.
The first class learned to read, write
and sing; the second class studied
Latin, grammar, music and scrip
tures; the third, arithmetic, Latin
and rhetoria
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