_ PAST TRAIN TO OMAHA.
of Ik* Best Tnlu to be foud to
\ ■ th* World.
‘If yon will go down to tin Union
8t»tion almost any evening now yon
will mo the finest mail train in the
-United States, or cImwhere, for that
matter,” said Chief Clerk P. M. Coates,
of the railway mail service in charge
of the Chicago and Omaha fast mail.
The cars hare nearly all been remod
eled, renovated, and painted anew.
The third set of cars is now in the Bur
lington company’s shops undergoing
‘ treatment All the old oil lamps have
been removed and instead the entire
train of five cars is lighted with Pintach
gaa There are Mven lamps of four
burners to each car.
The cars have been furnished with
new trucks, or the old ones taken apart
and.refitted piece by piece. All the
most modern appliances in the matter
of couplings and air brakes help to give
the flyer the best possible equipment
of any train extant
The new fast mail engine, No. 590,
built especially for Mrvice on trains
Kos, 7 and 8, by which Uncle Sam’s
trains bn the “Q.” between Chicago
and Omaha are known has been trained
into fine service, and others of the
same pattern will soon be on the rails.
The government’s train now makes
Omaha in eleven and one-half hours,
running 500 miles between 3 a. m. and
2:30 p. m.
Chief Clerk Coates says that he can
not remember of a single instance when
Undle Sam’s flyer has been one minute
late at the Union Pacific transfer this
year.
Name Crowded Them Oat.
“I read of a Chicago minister who
displayed great presence of mind last
Sunday when he discovered his church
on fire during the services.”
“What did he do—order a collection
taken ao as td have the congregation
leave quietly and speedily?”
“No—better plan yet. He announced
that Mrs. Smith-Brown-Jones-Robin
son-Baker-Porkrib-Pygmete had been
run over by a car in front of the church.
Almost every man present exclaimed,
‘Heavens, my former wife!’ and left
the building.”—Truth. • ——^
I know that my life was saved by Plso's
Care for Consumption.—John A. Miller,
Au Sable, Michigan, April 81,1805.
Her Last Bequest.
“One moment,” said the fated queen
of Scotts as she paused at the foot of
the scaffold. “1 have a last request to
make. When you come to bury me
and are about to restore my head to my
body, be sure to remember one thing.”
“And what is that,” quoth the impa
tient warder.
“Just try yOur best to pat it on
straight.”
And the cortege , swept, on.—Cleve
land Plain Dealer. - I 1 > ■
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Never let the laundress in her com
mendable desire to give a gloss to table
linen, starch it. To produce a high
satiny polish on damask it should first
be thoroughly dampened and then
ironed with a heavy flat iron until it is
absolutely dry. Table linen should
-{i: never leave the ironing board until it
'’ Is absolutely dry.
It the Baby is Cutting Teetn.
Serais and use that old and well-tried remedy, Kek
Win wove Soothimo Snur for children Teething.
She Was a Sow Yorker.
The cannibal king summoned his
chel “I think,” he said, “that a light
browning will be sufficient for the
blond one.”
He rubbed his hands together de
lightedly.
‘M overheard her say that she came
from the juciest part of tbetenderloih.”
—New York Press.
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She Sells Papers.
Miss Clara Howard it working her
tray through the University of Califor
nia by selling newspapers. “I believe
in work,” she saya “I do not think
that any woman need allow any pecu
niary obstacles to interfere with It
She can always reach an intellectual
object through manual labor. It is n
means to an end, and, besides, it is
conducive to cleanliness of thought
' No one has ever attempted to pull teeth
by Christian sciene.
Most important people in the world are
those who mind their own business.
There is more cruelty to «nim»i« in the
country than in the city.
Gladness Comes
With a better understanding of the
transient nature of the many phys
ical ills, which vanish before proper ef
forts—gentle efforts—pleasant efforts—
rightly directed. There is comfort in
the knowledge, that so many forms of
' sickness are not due to any actual dis
ease, but simply to a constipated condi
tion of the system, which the pleasant
family laxative, Syrup of Figs, prompt
ly removes. That is why it is the only
remedy with millions of families, and is
everywhere esteemed so highly by all
who value good health. Its beneficial
effects are due to the fact, that it is the
one remedy which promotes internal
cleanliness without debilitating the
organs on which it acts. It is therefore
all important, in order to get its bene
ficial effect:, to note when you pur
chase, that you have the genuine arti
cle, which is manufactured by the Cali
fornia Fig Syrup Co. only and Bold by
all reputable druggists.
If in the enjoyment of good health,
and the system is regular, laxatives or
other remedies are then not needed. If
aflucted with any actual disease, one
may be commended to the most skillful
/r physicians, but if in need of a laxative,
one should have the best, and with the
well-informed everywhere. Syrup of
_ _ Figs stands highest and is most largely
BV1iseg*ndglvesmostguaersiaatisfactiso.
! CHAPTER VM.—iCoirrmcsD.)
| "Have I told you how I came to tall?
I You see, I thought I saw a sail off on the
j water, and I forgot what I waa about
; and lent forward too far: Perhaps I
| was right, and ye’ll all get away to 11b
' erty as well M me. Ye’d better light a
fire on the ell# at night if you make out
the sail. Poor little Ellie, don’t cry so.
j Tom’s dreadful sorry to leave ye all so
lonesome hero, but we mustn’t rebel
ag’ln the Lord, you know."
Immedlately he ran off Into a ram
bling, incoherent talk, , that showed bis
mind was afeay In the little hamlet of
bits native town. ' He laughed once,
and spoke his sister’s name in a quick,
glad way, like one who has come to a
happy meeting. Only once more he
spoke—this time with something of his
old cheery heartiness.
‘‘That’s comforting,” said he. “Oh,
Mr. Vernon, how glad I am ye've come
to love the Bible better’n them rhyming
books. Read that again, please, sir, if
ye can see for the dark.”
“He thinks we are at our evening
reading.” whispered the awed, scarcely
breathing Walter.
Mr. Vernon looked piteously at the
ashy face, and filmed, unseeing eye, and
then conquering his emotion repeated
solemnly the psalm “The Lord is my
Shepherd.” The words seemed to reach
the dying ears, for a contented smile
played round the pallid lips. Closer
and closer drew the sorrowing group.
The glassy eye was fixed now; the limbs
no longer quivered; only a faint throb
bing at the throat told of life. In a
few moments that had ceased too. In
Shuddering horror Walter and Eleanor
flung themselves in Mr. Vernon’s arms.
Folding them closely in his arms he
groaned:
“God have mercy upon us—we three
are left alone.”
The scene that followed Is too har
rowing to be pictured. Anywhere, at
any time, death is sad and awful
enough, but there on that lonely island
the strongest and stoutest taken from
their little number—no tongue can de
scribe the terrible loneliness, the
wretched gloom that followed.
They made his grave beyond the
spring, beneath the Hibiscus tree, and
never was mound more tenderly
smoothed or sorrowfully bedewed with
tears than the lonely island grave of
Tom Harris. It was not until the sec
ond dismal day after his death that the
suggestion of Tom’s came to Mr. Ver
non’s mind. The sail he had seen—
what had become of it? Was it still in
Walter had been Tom’s pupil is those
athletic exercises that become a sailor’s
second nature, and was, moreover, nat
urally active and agile. He volun
teered at once to ascend the flagstaff,
although his cheek blanched and his
eye studiously avoided the spot where
poor Tom had fallen. Eleanor was
nearly frantic at the proposal, but his
father, after a few earnest words of
caution, consented that he should make
the attempt. It 'was now three days
since the accident, and there had been
no breeze on shore, and they had cher
ished the forlorn hope that if a vessel
had actually been near them she could
not yet have drifted from sight. Wal
ter’s face was gloomy enough as he de
scended. There was a faint speck on
the water as far as he could see, but he
did not believe it was a ship.
Mr. Vernon suddenly startled to a con
sciousness of the insecurity of his own
life, had become morbidly anxious to
| leave the island. Without Tom’s
| cheery, self-reliant nature to sustain
j him, he felt Incapable of protecting the
youthful beings Providence had left in
his charge. Moreover, he had long
been aware of an inward malady slowly
but certainly eating away his strength.
For himself he asked nothing better
than a grave beside his faithful com
panion. For the children's sake the
life on the lonesome island seemed in
"It will do no harm.” said he
promptly; “let us kindle a Are on the
cliff every night ter a week or more.”
With dismal alacrity Walter and
Eleanor gathered the dry underbrush
and moss, and reared the pile on their
pretty white coral throne,and as soon as
dusk arrived, with eyes that burned
feverishly enough to have kindled the
pyre, Mr. Vernon plied the tinder and
flint,and in a few moments the ruddy
beam shot up, flashing a yellow path far
off into the sea, and a rosy glow against
the darkened sky. Those three anxious,
terribly earnest faces and striking
forms stood out distinctly and wildly
in the flaring light. Even in the midst
of his own harrowing suspense Wal
ter’s artist eye took in the grand sub
limity of the scene, Ad made a mental
memoranda that was thereafter to Uve
in undying colors. The tears were si
lently streaming over Eleanor-'s check;
Walter turned and drew her fondly to
his side. It was not the time now to
think of formal prudence or to refuse
the sympathy so much needed.
"Oh, Walter, we are fearfully In earn
est now. It seems as if we must all
perish if no ship is near. Tom’s death
has made our Island life intolerable.
Think how horrible it will be to be the
last one!” And, shuddering, she clung
convulsively to his arm.
i He stroked softly the trembling
j hands.
] ! “You are exhausted with grief and
• nervous with excitement, Ellie. Things
| iwill look more cheerful by-and-bye.
Come to the house and hear me Bldg the
hymn my father taught us. I will rock
you In my arms, my poor frightenedi
darling, till sleep shall come; and then
my father shall sleep In Tom’s room,
so you need not fed lonely, while I shall
keep the lire blazing brightly all night
Will you try and sleep, EllleT"
He drew her gently down the cliff In
to the pretty parlor that was called her
room, and as he had said, took her in
his arms, and sat down in the rocking
chair he himself had made for her, and
In hla clear, sweet voice began 'a low
hyjnh. :■ His soothing tones stilled the
tumult' In Eleanor's heart; the sobs
ceased, the tears no longer trickled
down her cheek, and presently the
weary, swollen eyelids closed softly,
and her quiet, regular breathing told
him she slept. Laying her carefully
upon the couch, Walter went back to
his father, who stood with bowed head
and folded arms at the foot of the cliff.
“Have you any hope, father?” he
asked calmly.
“Yes, my son, the hope that depends
upon prayer. Heaven knows how I
have poured out my soul In petition that
help may come to you. Joyfully, gladly
would I propose that the price of your
safety might be my own worthless life.
I am content if the ship will come to
take your two fresh young hearts to
human companionship, though I myself
may never set foot upon the land of my
birth. I have so much hope, Walter.”
“You talk so lightly of your life It
grieves me deeply. What It has been I
know not; you have never told me, but
that it Is now our greatest consolation
and joy, I feel more deeply than words
can say.”
"Some time, Walter, you shall know
all. Perhaps it is selfish in me that I
would hide the past till the last mo
ment. It wil not be long before you
will understand everything. Go In
now, and leave me to tend the fire.”
“No, indeed,” was Walter’s decisive
reply. "I am young and strong, fit for
night watches. Besides, Eleanor Is
restless and nervous; when she wakens
you can best comfort her.”
The last suggestion overruled his de
termination, and Mr. Vernon went back
to the house.
What eager eyes scanned the empty
horizon when morning broke over the
sea! What dispirited faces gathered
round the breakfast table! What list
less melancholy pervaded the whole
day!
Without a word of explanation. Just
before nightfall, Walter went to work
and gathered a fresh pile of brushwood.
Mr. Vernon’s head was bowed upon his
bands, and he did not notice the move
ment; but Eleanor followed sadly, and
pointing to tbe charred, blackened
rock, said mournfully;
“It is like our hopes, our lives, Wal
ter.”
Walter's lips quivered. He would
not show the weakness to her, but leap
ing lightly upon the rock began to ar
range the wood. Heedlessly his eye
fell upon the distant sea, and lo! a wild
transport dashed off his black look of
despair; an eager light irradiated his
eagle eye.
“Saved! saved!” shouted he, reeling
into the arms of the astonished Elea
nor, weeping like a girl.
She thought him crazed and shrank
back in terror. Recovering himself, he,
cried earnestly:
“The ship Is there—she is coming.
Oh, Elite, we are saved!”
When Eleanor at length compre
hended his meaning, she bounded for
ward to the rock, and satisfied that It
was indeed a large ship—masts, hull
and all plainly visible—she flew like a
frantic creature to Mr. Vernon, and
flinging her arms around his neck,
sobbed herself in a transport of delight.
Walter had grown more calm, and
hastened to state the joyful Intelligence
clearly. Mr. Vernon took their hands
and solemnly lifted his eyes upward.
Never came prayer more thrillingly
from the innermost soul than rose on
the twilight air from that lonely island.
“Now, then, we must work, Walter,"
said his father quietly. “Night Is close
at hand, and the reef Is dangerous. I
think you and I can get poor Tom’s
canoe out into smooth water and warn
them from the sunken rocks. At such
a time as this Eleanor will not shrink
to be left alone to tend faithfully the
beacon light. Our preservers must not
suffer for obeying our signal of dis
tress.”
Walter was already on his way to the
beach. The experience of the last few
days had swept away all trace of boy
ishness. With the firm, elastic tread of
confident manhood he dashed down to
the boat. A sigh went out to the mem
ory of him whose hand had laBt secured
the rope of bark, but the eagle eye was
fixed steadfastly on the outer sea—and
this was time for action and not for
lamentation. His father, with, some
thing of youth’s vigor, leaped to' his
side, carrying a bunch of the knots they
had long ago prepared for evening Il
lumination, the flame of one among
them streaming up sickly and pale In
the waning daylight.
What wild, exultant hopes, what sad,
bitter memories stirred those two tu
multuous hearts—who shall say? But
the oars were plied in silence, and si
lently, too, when a fresh breeze sprang
up, was the little sail raised, and before
the dusky wings brooding above them
folded the white sails of their hope
from sight, they had, gained the desired
station close beside this treacherous
reef, and with their little torch flaring
brightly over the gray ridges of leaping
water, moored their tiny lighthouse as
securely as possible, and waiting, gased
not at the burning stars above, but far
over the sea to the flickering gleam
where the unknown ship hung out her
signal lamp, or back to the cliff where
Elean'or tended faithfully the rosy bon*
Are.
Eleanor was lonely and intensely ag
itated, but no thrill of fear mingled
with her sensations. Vigilantly and
steadily she kept the blase bright
throughout the night, now straining her
ear to catch a fancied hallo, now turn
ing sadly In the direction of that new
made grave, whose cold, unconscious
occupant could hear never more the
glad hussa of rescue for which he hoped
so long.
CHAPTER VIII.
ITH the Unit wel
come glimpse of
daylight to her we
ary eyes came a
sound that brought
her heart fluttering
to her throat—a
cheery shout ming
led with the meas
ured dash of oars.
Eleanor threw
down her torch, and
sweeping back the cloud of damp
curls that fell heavily over her
face as she ran, she flew down
the path to the little cove where
the boat was kept, which was the
natural Inlet, since no other was free
from surf or convenient for landing. A
strange boat, packed closely with men,
was aiming steadily for the shore. Her
eager eye ran rapidly over the company
to find Walter and his father. They
were there in the stern, In earnest con
versation with a tall officer In the lieu
tenant’s uniform of Her Majesty’s serv
ice. Eleanor stood on shore, half shy,
half dignified, the early morning light
playing softly around her graceful fig
ure, the light breeze dallying with her
robe of native cloth,and stirring a gold
en sunshine of their own among her
curls. , .
“A romantic picture, truly,” said
Lieutenant Harry Ingalls, looking ad
miringly upon the beautiful girl, half
child, half woman, poised there upon
the rock as lightly as a hir'd, fit ideal of
the tropic loveliness of the whole scene.
“By my sword, one might believe yon
der was another Aphrodite freshly risen
from the foam. It were worth treble
the voyage the ‘Hornet’ has made to res
cue and return so fair a flower to Eng
land’s generous heart In truth, young
sir, I have done pitying you for this
long exile. In faith, I should ask noth
ing better myself with so fair a com
panion.”
He turned hlB gay blue eye to Walter
merrily, but a frown was on the latter’s
forehead, and his looks were bent
gloomily upon the water, and it was his
father who answered quietly, just a lit
tle reprovingly:
"We have endeavored to do our duty
faithfully toward one so gentle and
good, especially never to forget amidst
the unavoidable familiarity of circum
stances the probable high birth and ele
vated position of the young lady. The
same respect and delicacy, I trust, will
be observed by all others, until die is
safely under the protection of her own
relatives.”
The young officer colored a little, and
replied frankly:
"Yqu need have no fear of me, my
good sir. I trust a British sailor knows
what is due to his own character, as
well as what Is required by a'beautiful
woman in need of his protection. Our
queen herself could not be more hon
orably dealt with than will this young
lady on board our ship. Come, boys,
bend to it steadily—a long pull a stron
pull, and a pull all together,” he added,
turning his eyes away from the shore.
(TO BM OOXTIN'USD.I
HOW IT STARTED.
Another Cans of “How Those Glrla Do
Love One Another.*1
Plnkey—How lovely! I see you have
one of those splendid new Nonesuch
bikes.
Ethel—Yes, isn’t it a dear? What
make do you ride?
Pinkey—Oh, I ride a Scorchem.
Ethel—They’re magnificent
Plnkey—Yes, so light and durable.
Ethel—How much does your wheel
weigh?
Plnkey—Twenty-two pounds.
Ethel—Twenty-two pounds? Why,
mien only weighs twenty-one.
Pinkey—But then yours, you know,
is not so durable.
Ethel—The Nonesuch not durable?
Why, that Is admitted by everyone.
Plnkey—Nonesuch! A friend of mine
bought one and it went to pieces in a
month.
Ethel—I don’t believe It.
Plnkey — What? You don’t believe
me?
Ethel—No, I don’t. One Nonesuch
will outlast a dozen Scorchema. They’re
the worst looking rattle traps I ever
laid eyes on.
Pinkey (furiously)—You're a horrid,
contemptible thing, and I hope you’ll
never speak to me again!
Ethel (complacently)—Don’t worry.
I wouldn’t compromise my«&f by
speaking to anyone who rode a Scorch
em.
Won*.
“There’s a rumor In the congrega
tion,’’ said the deacon, “that you went
slumming when you were in Albany.”
“It is a cruel slander," replied the par
son. “I merely attended one meeting
of a legislative investigating commit
tee.”—Truth.
* Hanl Time* at Monte Carlo.
Heavy players are scarce at Monte
Carlo and profits are decreasing
"4
WHAT MIN DO.
The fads of W. ■. Gilbert, the libret
tist, ere nulii a node! farm and
studying astronomy.
Pauli*, the eafa conoart alncar.
i(mw "Boulangsr March” had much
la do with popularising tha general,
has Just diad at hi* country place.
John D. Rockefeller, praaldaat of
tha oil traat, owaa 400,000 out of tha
1,000.000 ohara* af tha eorparatlon aad
they ara worth 9100,000,000 according
to report His lacome from this aouna
its 91410 for ovary hour of tha day aad
his annual lnoono from all *oure*a la
aatlmatad at 990.000,000.
Baroa Hlraeh’a place ag the open*
haaded Mead of- tha British aristoc
racy will probably be taken by Mr.
Balt, a Gormaa multi-millionaire, who
la latoreeted with the Rothschild*.'
Jules Jouy, the writer of many of
Tvatta Gullbert's songs, amoag them
•La Soularde,” has goaa aad. A par
famanca to provide tha money to hoop
him in a private asylum lias bean got
ten up by th* poet Coppee aad tha critic
flareay. Jouy was a commonplace
looking (at little man, vary partlcusr
ghaut his dross aa& umbrella. Be
Imagines that hs has a handkerchief'
worth seventy millions of trance. ’
The man who “never votes" will not be
at all prominent thl* year.
Methods ot eoonomy practical by fash
ionable people are very clever.
Travelers who grumble most have the
fewest comforts at home.
ftta
John Hardy, the Inventor of tbt
Ttemn brake, who died in Vienna on
Jane sa„w*sbcen inl8|> et Qsteshee^
England, hie tether Maf n model*
He wee apprenticed to n loekemll
end worked In verion* factories
tone time under George Stephen
He left England et the age ox >1 it
France, end in I860 went to Austria
heed of the repairing shop of the Son'
era railways He brought out hie
vention in 1878, and in 1885 retired _
to private lifn He la believed to haW
been the laat of Stephenson’*
ants.
gasassaa
PllgarllcJ
there is no need for yon
td^tontemplate s wig
when you can enjoy the
pleasure of sitting again
under your own * ‘thatch."
You can begin to gef'.'j
your, hair back as soon
•s you begin to use
Ayer’s
Hair Vigor,
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If lie had bought a 5 cant piece he
would have been able to take it with him.,
There is no use buying more than a
5 cent piece of "Battle Ax/* A 10 cent
piece is most too big to carry, and the 5
cent piece is nearly as large as the 10 cent
piece of other high grade tobaccos.
