Sf, CHAVTfcK AAl. — fCONTI M7BD.I
She, kissed an Ivory cross laying on
lwr bosom, and proceeded with evident
' . difficulty.
"Well, I fled with Paul Linmere. For
a time I was very happy. He was kind
to me, and I loved him so! We lived
in 4 little vine-wreathed cottage, on the
bulks of the Seine, and I had my tiny
flower-garden, my books, my birds, my
faithful dog Leo—and Paul! Every
- plessknt night he used to take me out
on the river in the little boat which
bore my name on its side. I lived in a
sori| of blissful waking trance, that left
, •* me nothing to desire, nothing to ask
for. Fool that I was! I thought it
was to last always. After a while
Paul wearied of me. Perhaps I was too
layteh orf my caresses and words of love;
it Blight tire him to be loved so in
tensely. But such was my nature. He
grew cold and distant; at times posi
tively ill-natured. Once he struck me:
but I forgave him the blow, because he
had1 taken too much wine. He laughed
me to scorn, and called me by a foul
name that I cannot repeat. That night
he asked me to go out boating with
fclmU I prepared myself with alacrity,
for I thought he was getting pleased
,f- with tpe and perhaps would comply
* with'.my request. Are you weary of
my story, Louis?"
"No.no. Goon. I am listening to
you, Arabel."
"It was a lovely night. The stars
gleaming like drops of molten gold, and
the moon looked down, pure and serene
and holy. Paul was unusually silent,
and I was quiet, waiting for him to
apeak. Suddenly, when we reached the
middle of the river, he dropped the oars,
and we drifted with the current. He
■prang up, his motion nearly capsizing
the frail boat, and taking a step toward
me, fastened a rough hand upon my
ahoUiders. 'Arabel,’ he said, hoarsely,
'your power over me is among the
thinga of the past. Once I( thought I
loved you, but it was merely ’a passion
whiih soon burned Itself out; After
thatiil grew to hate you; but, because I
had taken you away from home and
friends. I tried to treat you 'civilly.
Tourxcaresses disgusted me. I would
gladjly have cast you off long ago, If I
bad jjiad but the shadow of a pretext
I am to be married to a beautiful worn*
an i» America before many months
shall elapse—a woman with a name and
a fctythne which will help me to pay
those cursed debts that ate dragging
me Sown like a millstone. For you I
havi;no further pee. There is.no dis
grace in the grave-r-and I consign you.
to its dreamless' Sleep'.' The next mo
ment the boat was:capsized, and I was
floatjmg in the water. I cried aloud in
his name, beseeching him to save me,;
and'got only hla mocking laugh (n re
turn/? as he struck out for thd Shore.
I tdlild not swim, and I felt myself
slnWipg down—down to unfathomable
depths. 1 felt cold as ice; there was' a
deafening roar In my Oars, ahd 1 knew
no shire." ?
"*y poor Arabel, I could cnrae the
villain who did this cowardly thing,
but |)io is dead, and in the hands of
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"wwen i woK8 to consciousness, i
to tying in a rude cottage, and two
pen |n*. unknown to me—a man and a
won an—were bending over me, apply*
Ing jjmt flannels to my numbed llmba
and!restoratives to my lips. I had
somiparttclea ot Jewelry on my person,
of qome considerable value, and with
these I bribed the persons who had
taken me from the river to cause Mrf
Ufnjmere to believe that I bad died.
T&ey were rough people, but they were
d-hearted, and I owe them a large
>t dot {gratitude for their thoughtful
of me. *• But-for tt 2 should have
in reality. As soon as I was able
Unbear the Journey 1 left France. Lin
nj^re had already closed the cottage
and gone away—none knew whither,
but I was satisfied he hadf departed for
tft United States. I leTTFrance with
n$ feeling of regret, saVir for Leo, toy
Mthful hound. I have shed many Wit
ter tears when pohderlag over thd
pgpbable fate of my poor dOg." 1
“Be easy on that subject, Arabel.’ I
saw the hound but a few weeks ago.
He is the property of a lady who loves
him—the woman Paul Linmere was to
hfjre married, if he had lived.'’
‘‘I am glgd. You may laugh at me,
Louis, nut the uncertain fate of Leo
his given me great unhappiness. But
to continue—I engaged myself as nurse*
maid with an English family, who had
been traveling on the* continent and
were about returning home. I re
mained with them until I had accumu
lated sufficient funds to defray my ex
penses across the Atlantic, and then 1
set out og my Journey. 1 came to New
York, for that had been Mr. Linmere’f
borne before we went to France. I soot
got upon the track of him, and learned
that he was about to be married to t
Miss Margaret Harrison, i young lad}
of great beauty, and with a large for
tone. I wanted to see hef; for yoi
must know that I had registered a fear
lMvow ot vengeance on Mr. Paul Lin
nffire, and I desired to Judge for myseli
irli would fall heavily on the womax
wee going to marry. For even vie
Wtly as I hod loved him I now hatec
hem.
S*I saw Miss Harrison. | accostec
him hi the street one day, as any com
■ton beggar would have done, telling
W a pitiful story of my poverty. Shi
•foiled on me, spoke a few words o:
; comfort! agg Joid a piece 0( gold U
my nana. Her sweet race cnarmed me.
I set myself to find out If she cared for
the man she was to marry. It had all
been arranged by her father years be
fore, I understood, and I felt that her
heart was not interested.
"After learning that, nothing could
hare saved Paul LInmere. His fate
was decided. Twice I waylaid him In
the streets, and showed him my pale
face, which was not unlike the face of
the dead. And as he believed that I
was drowned, the sight of me filled him
with the most abject terror. How I
enjoyed the poor wretch's cowardly
horror!
"The night that he was to be married,
I lay in wait for him at the place
where the brook crossed the highway.
I had learned that he was to walk up
alone from the depot to the house of
his expectant bride, and there I re
solved to avenge my wrougs. I stepped
before him as he came, laid my cold
hand on his arm and bade him follow
me. He obeyed, In the most abject sub
mission. He seemed to have no will of
his own, but yielded himself'entirely
to me. He shook like one with the
ague, and his footsteps faltered so that
at times I had to drag him along. I
took' • him to the lonely graveyard,
where sleep the Harrison dead, and—”
She covered her face with her hands
and lapsed into silence.
"Well, Arabel. and then?” asked Cas
trani, fearfully absorbed in the strange
narrative.
i uroppea tno nood irom my face
and confronted him. I had no pity.
My heart was like stone. I remem
bered all my wrongs; I said to myself
this was the man who had made my
life a shipwreck, and had sent my soul
to perdition. He stood still, frozen to
the spot, gazing into my face with eyes
that gleamed thrpugk the gloom like
lurid Are. 'I am Arabel Vere, whom
you thought you murdered!’ I hissed
In htajear. ‘The river could not hold
my secret I And thus I avenge myself
for all my wrongs!*
"I struck one* blow; he fell to the
ground with a gurgling moan. I knew
that I had killed him, and I felt no re
morse at the thought. It seemed a very
pleasant thing to contemplate. I
stooped over* him to assure myself he
was dead, and touched his forehead.
It was growing cold. It stuck me
through and through with a chill of
unutterable horror. I fled, like one
mad, from the place. I entered a train
of cars •which were Just going down to
the city, and in the morning I left New
York and same here. J fell sick. The
terrible excitement *had been too much
for me, and for weeks I lay in a stupor
Which was the twin-sister of death.
But a strong constitution triumphed,
and I came slowly back to health, r
had some money on my person at the
time I was taken ill, and happening to
fall Into the hands of a kind-hearted
Irish woman.- at whose door I had
asked for a glass of water, I was nursed
with the care that saved my Uf6.
"Bntl have never-seed A moment
of happiness since. Remorse; has
preyed on me like a worm, and oncfe be
fore this I have been brought face to
face* with death. Now I am going
where I sent him. God be merciful!”
“Amen,” responded Louis fervently.
It waa very still in the room. Cas
trahi Bat by the bedside, waiting for
her to speak. She was silent so long
he thought she slept, and stooped over
to ascertain. Yes, she did sleep.1' In
this world she would never waken
more. ■
CHAPTER XXII. ‘ <
ASTRANI rjs
malned; It 'Boston,
And i saw ■ the re
mains of the unfor
tunate Arabel Vere
consigned to de
centu.burial, aftd
that duty accom
plished, he took the
first train ffir
i- . ■ , Lightfleld.
' It . whs sunset
when he reached tile dwelling of Nurse
Day. Margaret wall sitting on the ver
anda, \tath Leo by her side. The hound
ran down to the gate to give the visitor
a joyful greeting, and Margaret de
scended the steps and held out her hand.
She was very kind, and almost cordial,
for sh| respected Qastranl with her
, whole heart, and she was. pleased to see
- ^■ «
\ am very glad to see yoi^ Mr. Caa
trahi,” she remarked, leading him into
the sitting room, “and so also will be
Nurse Day when she returns. She has
gone to a prayer meeting now. And I
am especially pleased to see you just at
this time because I am thinking of re
turning to New York, and I hope to
persuade you to give me your escort,
if It will not be asking too much.”
“To New York? Indeed that is de
lightful intelligence for the five hun
dred dear friends who have deplored
your absence so long! I had feared
sometimes that you intended to remain
here always.”
“i almost wish I could—life has been
so peaceful here.- But I must go back
sooner or laterraa well now as at any
time. I think I am strong enough to
bear it.” she added, sadly.
“Miss Harrison, I want to tell you a
story.”
She drew back from the hand he laid
i on hers, and her air became cold and
■ repelling. He divined her fears, and
Mulled a melancholy smile.
j "No, not that. ]»o not f»«r, T shell
never again trouble you with the story
of my unfortunate passion. I must go
through life without the blessing that
would have made this world a paradise.
It is not that of which I would speak,
and you need have no apprehension for
the future. God helping me, I will
never say to you a single word that a
brother might not say to a dearly be
loved sister."
She put her hand into his.
"I wish I could love you, Louis Cas
trani,” she said, solemnly. “You de
serve my heart’s best affections; but
for me love is over! I have had my
day, and it is set But yon shall be
my brother, my dear, kind brother,
Louis! Oh, it is sweet to know that in
this false world there is one heart loyal
and true!"
“Margaret, there is more than one
true heart in the world, sb you will
acknowledge when I have told you my
little story. I know now why you dis
carded Archer Trevlyn. You thought
him guilty of the murder of Paul Lin
mere!”
A ghastly pallor overspread her face;
she caught her breath in gasps, and
clutched frantically the arm of Caa
tranl.
“Hush!” she said. "Do not say those
dreadful words aloud; the very walls
have ears sometimes! Remember their
utterance puts the life of a fellow mor
tal in peril!”
"Have no fear; I am going to right
the wrong!”
"Leave his punishment to God. It
would kill me to see him brought be
fore a hissing crowd to be tried for
his life. Oh, Mr. Castrani, I implore
you—”
"Calm yourself, child. I shall never
knowingly injure Mr. Trevlyn. He de
serves no punishment for a sin he never
committed. He Is guiltless of that
deed as you are yourself!”
“Guiltless—Archer guiltless!” she
cried, her face wearing . the pitiful;
strained look of agonized suspense. “I
dd not quite comprehend. Say it again
—oh, say it again!”
“Margaret, Archer Trevlyn never
lifted a hand against Paul Linmere
—never! He is innocent before God
and the angels!”
She dropped her head upon her hands
and burst into tears—the first she had
shed since that terrible night when
that blasted revelation had, as she
thought, sealed up the fountain of tears
forever. Castrani did not seek to
soothe her; he judged rightfully that
she would be better for this abandon
ment to a woman’s legitimate source of
relief. She lifted her wet face at last—
but what a change was there! The
transparent paleness had given place
to the sweet wild rose color which had
once made Margie so very lovely, and
the sad eyes were brilliant as stars
through the mist of tears.
"I believe it—yes, I believe it!” she
said softly—reverently. “I thank God
for giving me the assurance. You tell
me so. You would not unless it were
true!”
“No, Margaret; I would not,” replied
Castrani, strongly affected. “Heaven
forbid that I should raise hopes which
I cannot verify. When you are calm
enough to understand I will explain it
fully.”
"I am calm now. Go on.”
“I must trouble you with a litjtls,
only a little, of my own private-history
in order that you may understand what
follows. I am, as you know, a Cuban
by birth, but my father, only, was
Spanish. My mother was a native of
Boston, who married my father for love
and went with him to his Southern
home. I was an only child, and when
I was about twelve years of age my
parents adopted a girl, some four years
my junior. She was the orphan child
of poor parents, and was possessed of
wonderful beauty and intelligence. To
gether we grew up, and no brother and
sister loved each other more fully than
we. It was only a brotherly and sister
ly love—for I was engaged at sixteen j
to Inez de Nuncio, a lovely young Span
ish girl, who was cruelly taken away
from me by the hand of violence, as yob
know. Arabel grew to girlhood, lovely
as an hour!. She had many suitors, but
she favored none, until he came—Paul
Linmere! Ill health had driven him to
Cuba to try the effect of our Southern
air, and soon after his arrival he be
came acquainted with Arabel. He was
very handsome and fascinating, and
much sought after by the fair ladies of
my native town. Arabel was vain, and
his devoted, attentions flattered her.
while his handsome face and fascinat
ing address won her love. And before
my parents had begun to ascertain any
danger from Linmere's society she had
itii everyming ana nea vun mm.
“My mother was plunged into grief,
for she hud loved Arabel like an own
child, and the uncertainty of her fate
I think hastened my mother’s death.
My father left no means untried to dis
cover the whereabouts of the erring girl
—but in vain. For years her,fat* was
shrouded In mystery. My im rente died,
Inez was taken from me, apafweary■
and heartsick T came to .NdW'^York,
hoping to find some distraction w new
scenes and among a new people. |
“The dAy before you left New Fork
I received ,a message from Arabel Vere.
She was in Boston ill unto death.
She wanted to see me once more; and
she had a sin upon her conscience
which she must confess before she
died, and she must confess it to no per
son but myself. In obedience to this
summons I hurried to Boston, and the
same train that carried me carried you
also.
“I found Arabel but a mere wreck of
her former self. Her countenance told
me how fearfully she had suffered.
She was ill. In a wretched room, with
no attendants or medical aid. I had
her immediately removed to lodgings
suitable for her, and provided a nurse
i and a physician. From this time she
began to mend, and in a couple of days
th* physician pronounced her out ol
immediate danger. When she knew
her life was to be prolonged she re
fused to make the confession she had
summoned me to hear. So long as
there was any prospect of her recovery,
she said, she must keep the matter a
secret. But she could not die and leave
it untold. Therefore, she promised
that whenever she should' feel death
approaching she should send again for
me, and relievo her soul by the con
fession of her sin. A few days ago
came her second summons.
"Previous to this, only a little while,
I had been Inadvertently a listener to
an altercation between Archer Trevlyn
and his wife, during which Mrs. Trey
lyn, in a fit of rage, denounced her hus
band as the murderer of Paul Linmere.
She produced proofs, which I confess
struck me as strangely satisfactory,
and affirmed her belief in his guilt.
She also told him that, because the
knowledge of his crime had come to
you, you had discarded him, and left
New York to be rid of him forever!
“So knowing this, when I listened to
the dying confession of Arabel Vere,
I knew that 'this confession would
clear Archer Trevlyn from all shadow
of suspicion. Arabel died, and I buried
her. Previous to her death—perhaps
to guard against accident, perhaps
guided by the hand of a mysterious
providence to clear the fair fame of an
Injured man—she wrote at length the
history of her life. She gave it to mdi
I have it here. It will explain to you
all that you desire to know.”
He gave her the manuscript, wrung
her hand and left her.
ITOIIE CONTINUED. I
POCKETED HIS PRIDE.
cane and tobacco,
to do my bidding
idleness and
Caban Patriotism .Prevented Him from
; Speaking,, bat Not Walking, BpanUb.
“Madam,” said the tattered wretch,
as'the woman of the house came to the
jdoor, “you see before you a victim of
the worst governmehtal tyranny on the
face of the globe ’ 1 ,
“You look fit,” ; nswered the woman,
according ’the tuftalo- Express.
“My looks jdo i >t deceive you. Yet,
madam, nib can ai sure you it humbles
me greatly to be ( impelled to ask alms
of you. liTwo shor months ago, madam,
I was itch enoug i to hitfe bought all
the houses on thi i street.”
“Indeed,” said ;he woman, growing
Interested.
Yes," pursued the wanderer. “I
had a great plant ition, acres of sugar
hundreds of negroes
I spent my time in
luxfcry. I never had a
want that I could lot gratify by a wave
of my hand.”
"Where was all this?”
"In Cuba, madam. I am a Cuban re
fugee. My plantation was burned by
the cruel Spaniards because I had
given aid to the patriots. My wife and
children were murdered, my dependents
all scattered, andjl-—"
"If you’re a Cuban,” interrupted the
woman, "prove it by talking Spanish.”
“Madam,” said the tramp, with. a
pained expression, "in the part of Cuba
where I lived the people were such
patriots that they never used the Span
ish language. They talked only Eng
lish.”
“Oh,” said the woman, “then there’s
oairotiisejway in which you can prove
what you say?*4-.
“It la humiliating to me to have my
word doubted. My Cvhan pride revolts
against it, but my hunfcvr for the mince
pie which I can smell from your kitchen
forces me to pocket my pride. Name
your other test and it shall be ful
filled."
“You might walk Spanish," said the
woman, with a smile, as she shut the
door. 7
’ Trivial Thing*.
“It may seem a trivial thing to you,”
said a well-known druggist, “but one
of our greatest annqyances is about
corks. I have been in the drug busi
ness for nearly fifteen* feats, and I feel
sure that my experience' is no different
from that of every other druggist. The
trouble I complain 'of is that almost
ninety-nine out of every 100 persons
when presenting a bottle for medicine
will Invariably retain the cork until
you have filled the bottle, put a new
cork in it and tied it up, when they
will say: T have the c&i'k.’ This may
seem a trifle to kick about, but corks
cost money, and then there is trouble
occasionally to find one to fit a bottle
properly. The amount of money we
lay out annually for corks might be
cut down fully 50 per cant if our'cus
tomers would only think.”
Intemtlnf Statistics.
An analysis of 2,000 accident policies
on which benefits were paid shows 531
persons injured by falls on pavements,
243 by carriages or wagons, seventy
five by horse kicks or bites and forty
seven by horseback riding; 117 were
cut .with edge tools or glass; ninety-six
were hurt by having weights fall on
them, and seventy-six were hurt in bi
cycle accidents,, .while seventy-two were
hurt by falling downstairs.
S* 's' HaWaHan' Idol*.'
' The Collection of Hawaiian idols be
longing to the American bbhrd,'’and
which were sent to this country tis. cu
riosities by the ea'riy'mlssionaries to the
Sahdwich islands,'has been sent back
to Hawaii to be deposited in the Na
tional museum. They are said to be
the only specimens of the original dei
ties of the islands now in existence.
British Tram ways.
The tramways of Great Britain and
Ireland receive in fares annually at
the present time about £2,600,000, and
the omnibuses about £2,000,000. There
are about 45,000 cabs in the United
Kingdom, which altogether earn In
fares about £8,200,000 per annum.
Sheep as Manure Spreaders.
Before the Michigan State Board of ;
Agriculture a member said: By the ‘
way some sheep are kept it would look j
as though the notion that "something i
could come of nothing by the gracious .
aid of sheep” is still believed in, and I i
cannot make my ideas any plainer ;
than by quoting the remarks of a prac- j
tical sheep breeder, who says: “We j
frequently see absurd statements that |
the sheep’s foot turns all to gold, and i
there is no steadier or surer way to i
fertilize a barren field than to put a •
flock of sheep to pasture upon the bri- j
ars and weeds in it; that, in effect, |
sheep will live upon the poorest kind
of food and make the richest manure,
and are thus the best stock a farmer
can keep on his farm. But those who
have' been there know better. • *
There is no other domestic animal that
needs better care or food for profitable
thrift than sheep; that out of their
flndly-grinding manure mill comes
nothing that is not first put into the
hopper; that yet, with proper care and
skill, a well selected flock of the right
kind of sheep, in the right place, can
be made to pay one hundred per cent
on their cost every year. It is true
that a flock of sheep will clear a field
of weeds, briars and rubbish, and will
enrich it. but it will not live upon
these. To relish this rough herbage,
the sheep must be fed’ liberally with
some supplementary food, such as
bran, cut clover, grass, or green corn
fodder, or some grain food. Then with
this alloy the sheep’s food may take on
the golden tinge and will edge wi(h
gold the farmer's pocket by making
his poor lands rich; giving him, at the
same time, a lamb or two and a fleece
every year. The fact is, sheep are
manure spreaders rather than manure
makers. We feed them with the ma
terial, they take their pay out of it
and give us back the remainder, trans
formed into a substance of equal value
(because it is more available) with that
which they receive, and they get fat
meanwhile in doing it."
Sor. Shoulder, la Hone*.
The best way to prevent them is to
have a good clean leather collar that
fits tight. There is such a thing as
getting a collar so tight that it will
choke a horse, but a large amount of
sore shoulders is caused by having the
collar too large.' I keep in the barn
a smooth round piece of hard wood
about 12 inches long, and just as soon
as I find a patch of chafing or swelling
I pound the collar right over the sore
place. If you tend to them in time
thoroughly you will not be troubled
much with sores. You must take the
draft of the collar off from the sore
before you can heal it up. One of the
best remedies I have ever found for
a sweeny or big swelling is hot water.
As soon as you find a large swelling,
lameness or bruise, take very hot water
and wash it thoroughly, then wipe dry
and rub for all you are worth for not
less than 15 minutes. Don’t forget that
hot water and lots of elbow grease
well applied in time will cure the worst
case of sweeny, or swelling. It should
be applied not less than three times a
day in bad cases, then grease it to pre
vent white hairs from coming in. I
use salt butter, lard and kerosene
melted together.—Ex.
Good Pullet to Breed From.
▲ writer in this department this Is
sue tells about a pullet that laid 21
eggs by the time she was five months
old. The pullet should be kept by her
self and her eggs used only for breed
ing purposes, provided that some valu
able male could be used with her.
There is little doubt that close selec
tion for a few years would work as
great wonders with our poultry as the
same process has with our swine.
Such an opportunity should not be al
lowed to slip. It too frequently hap
pens that. exceptional layers are al
lowed to go with the flock and their
eggs are put with the others, and so
the opportunity to get a more than or
dinary valuable breed of fowls is al
lowed, to go by default.
Effect of Salt on Sheep.—A curious
Instance as exemplifying the action of
common salt is recorded. On the table
lands among the Pyrenees mountains,
sheep—flocks of 3,000 to 13,000—are
driven up from the valleys to feed
down the herbage during the summer;
the soil is characterized by a total
absehce of sodium, and the salt breezes
from the Bay of Biscay do not reach
such high latitudes of nearly two miles.
The sheep are invariably divided into
two groups, the one for fattening, the
other for breeding. Now, both are fed
on the same land, yet one group is ever
lean, and has to be maintained so for
productive ends, while the other group
is invariably fat. The latter are sup
plied with salt, the other not, "hud that
makes the whole difference.—Ex.
Where Profit Lies.—The profits in
dairying depend, first, on the kind of
cow that we start with, and the next
thing is the matter of feed and atten
tion. If there is any profit at all, it is
fromr those cows that are well bred and
well fed. If the demand for good but
ter and cheese continues and other
farm products rule at a low figure, we
must devote more time to dairy mat
ters. Remember, it is no easy job to
pick up a herd of good cows at random.
The safest plan is to get a few good
ones and then buy a registered bull and
breed up.—Exchange. * •
Population and Cows.—According to
statistics population in the United
States increases faster than dairy cows.
There are in the state of Iowa nearly
800 creameries and her farmers are
better off than the same number in any
other Western state. Kansas should have
1,000 creameries, located wherever feed
can be raised; and, if managed as well
as some we now have, there would be
no trouble about their getting the milk,
and the condition of the farmers in the
vicinity of these creameries would be
much Improved.—Exchange.
Nebraska and Iowa Inventors.
Amongst the inventors tv ho received
patents last week were the following
Trans-Mississippi inventors: Daniel
Farrell, Omaha, Nebraska, fire ex
tinguisher; Barton W. Kyle, Arlington,
Nebraska, rotary plow; Zimri D. Clary.,
South Omaha, Nebraska, seal; Jame
E. Lee, Centerville, Iowa, mining
machine; George A. Lockwood, Chari
ton, Iowa, stem-winding and setting
watch; CliaTles B. Mather, Ottumwa,
Iowa, water-gage; George Roth, St.
Sebald, Iowa, wire gate.
George C. Martin, a young high
school student and the son of Postmas
ter Martin of Omaha, Nebraska, has
just been allowed a patent for a grid
dle greaser, that is noticeable because
of its uniqueness, simplicity and utility.
Mr. Martin is probabily one of the
youngest inventors of Nebraska who
has ever received a patent.
Amongst the noticeable inventions is
a flexible curtain; an apparatus for
raising sunken vessels; a novel life pre
server; a pneumatic track sander; an
elastic, pneumatic steel bicycle tire; a
divided garment which can be changed
into a skirt or bloomers; an aerial
bicycle; an apparatus for drying coffee;
a folding crank for bicycles; a motor
velocipede; a mechanism for automatic
ally closing leaks in marine vessels; an
automatic cow milker; and a new and
improved water pillow.
Parties desiring free inform.ation re
lative , to patents may obtain the same
in addressing Sues & Co., United States
Patent Solicitors, Bee Building, Omaha,
Nebraska.
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I have so often heard him spoken of as
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